by Richard Kelly. Shooting script.
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Title card:
OCTOBER 2 1988
INT. DONNIE'S ROOM - NIGHT (EARLY SUNDAY MORNING, 1 A.M.)
VOICE
(whisper)
Wake... up... Donnie.
Donnie jerks upright in his bed, awakened from a bad dream. He
looks over at his alarm clock: 12:50 a.m. His expression is
distant... confused.
INT. FOYER - NEXT
Donnie walks downstairs.
INT. FAMILY ROOM - NEXT
Donnie stares at Eddie, asleep in the La-Z Boy.
INT. KITCHEN - NEXT
Donnie walks into the kitchen, removes the magic marker from the
refrigerator message board.
INT. FOYER - NEXT
Donnie walks to the front and exits the house.
EXT. DARKO HOUSE, FRONT YARD - NEXT
Donnie walks down the front walk to the street.
EXT. NEIGHBOURHOOD STREET - NEXT
Donnie walks down the street.
EXT. SEVENTH HOLE - NIGHT (1:30 A.M.)
Donnie arrives next to the pin and stares off into the distance.
VOICE
Helluva night for a walk... huh, Donnie?
Donnie stares off into the distance.
VOICE (cont'd)
Tonight is very special, Donnie.
DONNIE
What?
VOICE
I've been watching you.
(beat)
Do you believe in God, Donnie?
Donnie doesn't answer. He holds his stomach, taking deep breaths.
VOICE (cont'd)
God loves his children, Donnie. God loves
you.
There... standing on the seventh hole is a six-foot-tall figure
dressed in a grotesque bunny suit.
Donnie stares at the Bunny nervously as a wave of nausea overcomes
him.
BUNNY
My name is Frank.
(beat)
I want you to follow me.
DONNIE
Why?
FRANK
I'm here to save you.
(beat)
The world is coming to an end, Donnie.
Donnie doesn't answer.
FRANK (cont'd)
Look up in the sky, Donnie.
He looks up into the black night.
FRANK (cont'd)
28 days... 6 hours... 42 minutes... 12
seconds. That is when the world will end.
Donnie looks back at Frank. His expression is a vacant expanse
of confusion.
INT. FOYER - NIGHT
Elizabeth comes through the front door, leans back against it,
closes her eyes.
INT. FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT
Eddie Darko sleeps reclined in the La-Z Boy. The final notes of
the Channel 12 National Anthem fade away to static.
From above... a thunderous crash. Plaster rains from the ceiling
...Books fly off the bookshelf as the entire wall-mount collapses
to the floor.
Eddie jerks awake.
INT. FOYER - NEXT
Elizabeth falls back in horror as plaster rains down from around
the chandelier... debris falling in the dining-room doorway.
EXT. SEVENTH HOLE - MORNING (SUNDAY MORNING, 10 A.M.)
Donnie is curled up, asleep on the green. A golf ball lands on
the green and rolls within inches of his head.
A golf cart filled with four older men arrives. Dr. Fisher
(forty-five) gets out first.
DR. FISHER
Donnie Darko?
(beat)
Son? What's going on here?
Jim Cunningham (forty), the man riding shotgun, gets out of the
cart and walks over.
JIM CUNNINGHAM
Who is it, Don?
DR. FISHER
Eddie Darko's kid.
Donnie gets up and brushes himself off. On his arm he sees
something written in black magic marker.
Numbers.... 28:06:42:12.
Donnie stares at the numbers on his arm, confused.
DR. FISHER (cont'd)
(to Jim, kissing his ass)
Sorry about this, Jim, just a... a kid
from the neighbourhood.
(back to Donnie)
So let's stay off the greens at night, OK?
Jim Cunningham stares at Donnie with a friendly grin.
DONNIE
Sorry, Dr. Fisher. It won't happen again.
EXT. NEIGHBOURHOOD STREET / DARKO HOUSE - MORNING (11 A.M.)
Donnie walks down the street towards his house.
A fire engine. Two police cars. A news van... All parked in front
of his house.
There are dozens of neighbours in the street surrounding a
barricade. Donnie moves through the crowd where a Police Officer
is standing.
DONNIE
Hey, I live here!
POLICE OFFICER
Are you... Donnie Darko?
DONNIE
Yeah!
The Officer lets him through.
Near the cul-de-sac there is a large caterpillar crane lifting
something from inside the house. There are firemen roaming
around. Two Police Officers are speaking with Eddie and Rose.
Donnie looks over at the house.
A crane lifts a gigantic jet engine over from the house towards
a large flatbed truck. Firemen kick pieces of wood and shingle
from the roof.
He turns and sees his entire family standing there. Eddie is
holding Samantha.
SAMANTHA
It fell on your room.
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