TWELVE PAST MIDNIGHT AKA
(TPM) THE SERIES.
INT= Interior
EXT-Exterior
V.O.=VOICE OVER
O.S.=OFF SCREEN
EPISODE ONE:
PILOT
FADE IN
SHANE
(O.S.)
So let's say one minute you're driving...and you're not quite paying attention, and then in the next moment...bam, A car hits you, but not just one car...dozens of cars.
EXT. HIGHWAY
A 47 CAR PILE UP can be seen as smoldering metal and dazed and confused men and women get out from the wreckage.
SHANE
(O.S.)
Now let's say that you didn't die in this pile up....
SHANE gets out of his car, a gash on his head as he looks confused just as a SEMI slams into him, pinning him against his car, adding to the already intense wreckage.
SHANE
(O.S.)
But you did die from a fuckin' Semi Truck hitting you. Would you ask yourself...what happens next?
INT. AUDITING ROOM
SHANE takes a deep breath as he looks around as he is sitting at a desk in the middle of a crowded room, SHANE watching as a LARGE WOMAN comes over and drops a stack of papers onto his desk.
LARGE WOMAN
Fill that out, do not skip any questions, and time is of the essence you have fifteen minutes, thank you.
The LARGE WOMAN hurriedly walks away as she gives the same responses down the line as SHANE just looks frustrated and confused as he looks at the papers with the words TWELVE PAST MIDNIGHT emboldened in large text across the top as SHANE begins fumbling through the papers.
SHANE
(O.S.)
I don't know why, but I felt the urge to do this...
SHANE raises his hand as the LARGE WOMAN looks over at him as everyone else is focused on finishing their paperwork.
The LARGE WOMAN comes over to SHANE as SHANE clears his throat.
SHANE
Umm, If I may ask, what the hell is this?
LARGE WOMAN
You're dead sugah, please fill out the questions truthfully and leave through the door.
The LARGE WOMAN hurries off as SHANE looks rocked.
SHANE
(O.S.)
And just like that, everything I already knew was confirmed by a very fat and ugly woman, in a room full of very disgruntled and somber looking people. Dead. D.E.A.D. The big goodbye. Fucking lame.
SHANE begins flipping through the file as he begins to fill out the paperwork.
SHANE
(O.S.)
It was all so trivial. My name, my birthday, favorite memory, food, TV shows. It was like I was filling out some sappy and extremely lame door to door questionnaire. But within five minutes I was done, and out the door.
YOU ARE READING
TPM: Twelve Past Midnight The Series
FantasyDeath Is Only The Beginning In this hybrid horror/action/fantasy/sci-fi, join The Uneventful's, a group of misfits who live and work in a society run by Angles and Demons called the Fringe and the monsters that inhabit its natural land.
