Goose Looping (short film)
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An idea I had for a ten-minute script based on
Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response: something I've not yet
seen explored on film. A thief with a neurological condition takes
a night off from his life of crime.
SYNOPSIS
Ryan is a computer thief; incognito and thirty. All he has to his name are a set of navy blue clothes and a cooler bag‐‐using these items he drifts between offices, stealing PCs to survive. His single motivator in life is Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response: a condition not yet acknowledged by the medical world that causes Ryan to become entranced when attentive. He refers to this sensation as “goose looping” (prolonged goose bumps on the brain). After treating himself to two haircuts‐‐his favourite goose‐loop trigger‐‐Ryan pulls a couple of office jobs and fences a stolen laptop, using the cash to buy food. He has taken over an empty flat whose tenants have gone traveling, and sets up a boobytrap should they unexpectedly return. Going for a walk, Ryan meets Scott and Robin: two youths on their way to a nearby gig. Ryan agrees to accompany them, and explains about goose looping to see if the boys also feel it (they don’t). When the gig begins, Ryan‐‐having never attended one before‐‐is terrified, fleeing under cover of a fire alarm and quickly retreating to the flat. No sooner has he arrived that the owners return, prompting Ryan to activate his booby‐trap and escape. The final act joins Ryan three days later, alone again and homeless. He is all set to give up on finding someone else with his condition when he receives an unexpected text. We next see him stealing binoculars to trigger his condition from afar, only this time he has a sympathetic helper: Robin, one of the lads from the gig, who has admitted he is a fellow goose looper.
SCRIPT
INT. DAY: SALON
A MALE BARBER cuts a CUSTOMER’S hair, shaving his neck with
clippers. Both men are stoic. Too early to talk.
BUZZING FADES as we move past the barber towards a MAN, early
thirties, unshaven. He is dressed in navy blue cargo trousers,
a navy blue polo shirt and boots. He watches the barber,
waiting, mesmerised, purring.
This is RYAN. He is in the throes of Autonomous Sensory
Meridian Response--a condition he refers to as “goose looping”.
We know this because he is scribbling a Post-It note:
GOOSE LOOPING. Like goose bumps but ONLY IN YOUR HEAD-
BARBER
Excuse me. You’re up.
The barber has finished with his client. Ryan comes to- stands-
walks to the chair, stumbling, still drowsy.
CUT TO:
INT. DAY: PUBLIC TOILET
His hair a little shorter, Ryan dangles his hands in a Dyson
Airblade dryer, blasting clippings from his scalp. A black
cooler bag hangs on his shoulder. The room is lit with blue
light.
Ryan takes the completed Post-It from his bag- tacks it to the
glass. It reads:
GOOSE LOOPING. Like goose bumps but ONLY IN YOUR HEAD. Two
main triggers: 1) Watching people perform intricate activity 2)
Haircuts. IF YOU GET IT CONTACT RYAN SING. 07713983999 (sorry
no religious).
INT. DAY: ANOTHER SALON
More upmarket. Ryan sits in a chair swathed in a cape. A
STYLIST hovers behind him.
STYLIST
OK. So what are we doing here.
Unable to speak, Ryan raises his arm- passes a Post-It to the
stylist. The stylist unfolds it to reveal a “–”. He rotates it
ninety degrees: the “–” is a “1”.
STYLIST
That’s cool. What else can you do--hieroglyphics?
He snaps a guard onto some clippers- starts shaving Ryan’s
skull. Ryan zones out, eyes drooping, goose looping.
INT. DAY: LOBBY, UNIVERSITY LECTURE BLOCK
Very quiet. In his navy shirt/trousers and crewcut, Ryan has
the look of a CONTRACTOR. He peeps through the window on an
interior hall. STUDENTS are watching a video.
Ryan watches the students.
INT. DAY: OFFICE, UNIVERSITY LECTURE BLOCK
A WOMAN works at a computer. A knock causes her to turn.
Ryan stands in the doorway, cooler bag on one shoulder. In his
hand he holds a screwdriver.
RYAN
Excuse me? S2V, just putting some sockets in next door. I need
to do some PAT-testing under your desk.
WOMAN
Erm, can I see your Permit to Work, please?
Ryan pulls a blank Post-It from his trousers.
RYAN
(reading it)
No, hang on: that’s yesterday’s. Today’s is in the van. One
second.
He leaves.
INT. DAY: SECOND OFFICE, UNIVERSITY LECTURE BLOCK
A MAN works at a laptop. Ryan taps on the open door.
RYAN
Excuse mate? S2V, just doing an install. Got to run a PAT-test
under your desk.
MAN
Oh right. Are you booked in?
RYAN
Yeah; half. Check the date on the label on the plugs.
The man bends down to look under his desk.
MAN
(reading)
“Oh three oh seven.”
RYAN
Exactly. You’re three months overdue.
MAN
Oh. OK.
The man locks his monitor- moves out of the way. Ryan clambers
under the desk on his back.
Ignoring the plugs, he focuses on the PADLOCK which anchors the
laptop security chord to the workstation...
MAN
I thought they normally did this at night?
RYAN
Yeah, not since all the overtime went flat-rate after dark...
Under the desk, Ryan pulls toilet roll from inside his polo
shirt- wraps it round his fingertips. He takes an Allen key and
begins to pick at the padlock, his screwdriver acting as a
tension wrench.
RYAN
Cor, this wire’s ancient. Any older and it’d be braided.
MAN
Heh.
The padlock clicks open. Ryan reaches and unplugs a plug-in air
freshener- slides out from under the desk.
RYAN
(holding up air freshener)
You’ve got a dead short on this appliance. I’ll fetch you up a
new fuse from the van.
He departs. The man sits back at his desk.
FIRE ALARM ACTIVATES.
The man stands, flustered- grabs his jacket- locks the screen
again- leaves. Other staff file past his office.
Ryan enters- calmly disconnects the unsecured laptop.
EXT. DAY: MARKET, TOWN CENTRE
Ryan approaches a VENDOR’S mobile phone cart. He opens his cool
bag, exposing a foil lining. Inside the bag is the laptop.
The vendor counts out two £20 notes. Passes them to Ryan.
INT. DAY: SUPERMARKET
Holding a block of fruitcake, Ryan watches the CHECKOUT GIRL
load till receipt into her machine, again experiencing the
goose-loop tingle. A man in a viz-vest reading “CHECKOUT TEAM
LEADER” comes over.
CHECKOUT TEAM LEADER
(taps Ryan)
There’s spaces at self-service.
RYAN
(mumbling, hypnotised)
No ta.
INT. DAY: LIVING ROOM, FLAT
A smart flat in a state of hibernation: the rooms are blank,
everything draped in dust sheets.
Ryan lies on the carpet dismantling the air freshener. He
bridges the brown (live) and blue (neutral) terminals- closes
the housing- smiles.
INT. DAY: KITCHENETTE, FLAT
Ryan opens the fridge which is bare apart from the slab of
fruitcake. He takes a bite. Listens. KIDS go past outside.
EXT. DUSK: CANAL, FIELD
Light drizzle. Ryan squelches his way along a tow-path.
Two TEENAGERS skulk alongside the water; SCOTT and ROBIN, both
seventeen. Scott holds a tin of camping gas. Robin raises a
knife to stab it. They see Ryan.
SCOTT
You lost mate?
RYAN
Me? Nah. I come here every night. Trout-tickling.
(beat)
What about you two?
SCOTT
Dogging.
ROBIN
Yeah. Do you know a good spot?
RYAN
Yeah: it’s a toss-up between here and the central reservation.
SCOTT
We’ll take your word for it mate. You look like the expert
tosser to us.
ROBIN
Yeah man. Look at your jeans.
Ryan looks down at his battered navy cargos.
ROBIN
Worn at the knees. Means wanking.
RYAN
(blushing)
No.
SCOTT
Yeah, I bet you’re one of these who sprays air freshener after
you’ve flushed it so mum thinks you’ve been doing a shit.
Both laugh.
ROBIN
Have you got a name or do you just stare?
RYAN
Ryan.
SCOTT
Ryan? What’s your surname? “Air”?
Both laugh.
RYAN
(Irish accent)
Yeah; Eire. What about yous two.
SCOTT
Scott and Robin.
RYAN
(Irish accent)
Scott and Robin. And what are yous both up to tonight then?
ROBIN
(Holds up gas)
We’re going to a gig and then we’re making a campfire.
RYAN
(Irish accent)
Is there a gig on, is there?
ROBIN
Yeah. Orange Street.
RYAN
(Irish accent)
Orange Street? Is that not in a song by Madness? “Prince
Buster”?
SCOTT
I dunno mate. You coming?
RYAN
(Irish accent)
Ehm...
ROBIN
It’s only two quid, plus we’ve got a secret mission. We’re
gonna ask every girl in the audience if they can touch their
elbows behind their back.
Both mime this, chests thrusting.
INT. NIGHT: LOBBY, GIG VENUE
Pub function venue. Ryan climbs the stairs. A GIRL sits at the
top with an ink-stamp. She punches Ryan’s hand.
GIRL
(hesitating)
No boots.
Ryan looks down- hands her a £20, smiling.
RYAN
(Irish accent)
Keep the change.
INT. NIGHT: HALL, GIG VENUE
A small stage and bar, the floor half full. REVELLERS bob to
the warm-up tape. Ryan cuts to the bar.
RYAN
What’s the most complicated cocktail you’ve got?
BARMAID
Er... probably a Rosewater Rickey.
RYAN
Sound. I’ll have one of them, please.
As the BARMAID flambés gin, sugar and Angostura, Ryan begins to
goose-loop. A hand on his shoulder snaps him out of it.
SCOTT
Alright Irish!
Scott is flanked by Robin and a GIRL.
RYAN
(Irish accent)
What about ye?
SCOTT
(looks at Ryan)
Jesus--don’t you ever change your clothes?
RYAN
(Irish accent)
Into what? Magic beans?
He pays for and raises his completed cocktail.
RYAN
(Irish accent, to girl)
Here, drink this. It’s flammable.
The girl takes it.
SCOTT
Oi, here comes the band. Gimme five.
Robin and the girl hand Scott five pound notes. Scott exits.
The audience cheer as a BAND take to the stage.
ROBIN
(shouting over cheers)
By the way, Ryan: this is Lucy.
LUCY
(shouting)
Hi Ryan. Watch this.
She touches her elbows behind her back.
RYAN
(shouting, Irish accent)
Jesus. They'll never handcuff you, will they.
LUCY
(shouting)
I like your accent. Where you from? Who are you?
RYAN
(Irish accent, points to clothes)
I’m a gasman. Only joking; I’m an owl. I like to watch things,
look at people, explanations, innocence. I like to get my hair
cut. It buzzes me.
LUCY
(shouting)
'Buzzes'? Do you take batteries?
The band spring to life. Ryan flinches. This is first ever gig.
ROBIN
(shouting, moshing)
You OK dude?
Ryan smiles and moves off, staggering- spots a fire alarm call
point on the wall. He smacks it.
FIRE ALARM ACTIVATES.
INT. NIGHT: LIVING ROOM, FLAT
Ryan paces, slapping his head, his ears ringing. A taxi draws
up outside. He freezes.
Doors slam. Taxi retreats. Cases are scraped/wheeled across
flagstones. A COUPLE are approaching the flat.
WOMAN’S VOICE
(O.S.)
Chris, did you leave the lights on?
MAN’S VOICE
(O.S.)
Nope. Not guilty. It was you.
The front door is unlocked from outside. Like lightning, Ryan
grabs his cooler bag- grabs the rigged air freshener from the
floor. He jams it into a wall socket- flicks on the power. Loud
bang as the power trips. Voices gasp in the dark.
Ryan flees, boots trampling.
INT. DAWN: PUBLIC TOILET
Bleary with a three-day growth, Ryan studies his reflection. He
rips his “GOOSE LOOPING” Post-It from the glass- bins it. He's
pissed off. He’s been homeless for two days.
Suddenly, his cooler bag beeps. He pulls out a mobile:
1 New Message | +447720602682 | This is 4 ryan the goose
looper. I FEEL IT 2.
INT. DAY: SAILING SHOP
Smiling and dressed as a JOGGER, Ryan eyes a pair of
binoculars. A SHOPKEEPER watches him. Ryan nods- nicks the
binoculars- runs.
EXT. DAY: STREET
Ryan jogs with the binoculars. The few people he passes don’t
even blink. His phone honks. He answers it.
RYAN
Honk honk! Yeah, I’ve got them. I’ll meet you by the lift.
(hangs up)
EXT. DAY: ROOFTOP, TALL OFFICE BLOCK
Ryan steps from a fire door, followed by ROBIN. They peer over
the edge, sharing an eye on the binoculars.
EXT. DAY: GRASS COURTYARD, OFFICE CLOISTERS
A KARATE INSTRUCTOR drills his STUDENTS, pointing out pressure
points on the body.
EXT. DAY: ROOFTOP, TALL OFFICE BLOCK
Ryan and Robin’s eyes go droopy, tingling.
END.
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| Fri, Aug 6 2010 02:02pm IST 2 | ||
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JtF 167 Posts |
First up, great synopsis. There's certainly potential here for more
than just ten minutes. Maybe I snookered myself by being intrigued
by your synopsis before reading the SP as I believe that you have
to set up the backstory (in action of haircuts, opportunist
stealing, wheeling and dealing, with maybe Ryan's voice over) to
make (more) sense of the first scene. As we don't yet know Ryan
maybe the barber could sneer to his customer "here's Ryan again. .
." Most blockbusters have the film's thesis included within the
first four pages. In this case I would guess it's the reason why
Ryan does what he does. It's what you want people to think about
afterwards. Is ASMR fatal? I suppose goose looping over certain
blondes could be . . . This is a great effort - remember each scene
must move the plot and characterisation forwards, start late and
end early and SHOW don't tell.
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| Fri, Aug 6 2010 05:19pm IST 3 | ||
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Cheers JtF :) Thanks for the detailed read and feedback! I agree
that the first scene is a bit rushed--I was trying to limit myself
to a strict ten minutes and didn't want to compromise on later
material (without which I couldn't have squeezed in an ending,
see). I'm currently trying to expand the premise into a feature, so
shall try and flesh out the barber as you recommended.
As for whether ASMR is fatal: I don't think so, but then I don't
know too much about it. No one does yet, which is why I didn't
want to try and reach an answer. The film takes the subject in a
different direction: what happens when a thief and survivor with
a mystery condition is forced to learn to trust two strangers?
One of whom builds IEDs?
Thanks again.
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