ADAM DIVINO'S
FAIRYTALES & THE MACABRE THEATRE
PILOT
'HANSEL & GRETAL'
Written by
Adam Divino
Based on, the classical tale by Brothers Grimm
Email: adam@vainconcepts.com
Phone Number: 213.456.1326
EXT. A SMALL COTTAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS
NARRATOR
Once upon a time, in a far off
wood, a young boy and girl were
tortured by their wicked stepmother for eating more than they
were allowed for the dayThe camera slowly descends onto the set, with the step-mother
shooing HANSEL and GRETAL out of their home by their ears.
STEP-MOTHER
You venomous vermin!
She throws them onto the hay.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
What did I tell you about eating
the bread I locked away in the
cellar?!
The brother and sister give each other a look of despair.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
You hideous, worthless orphans! I
will not starve during this famine
to feed the likes of you two!
They accept the berating from their step-mother. Suddenly
their father, her husband calls out approaching the home from
over the hill.
The step-mother panics.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
Uf! Oi! Into the house with the two
of you!
She hurls a bucket of water onto them, throwing sponges at
their feet.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
Clean yer bloody faces and scutter
back into that rat’s nest from
which you came!
The two scurry into the home, as she primps her dress, and
lights the candle hanging near the front door; it makes the
sound of a crystal bell. Her husband approaches from over the
hill.
He see’s his wife, and her face begins to glow, she flips her
attitude and exudes the essence of a belle.
2.
Her husband is a gallant, muscular, handsome, sweaty, hard
and scorched from the day; a rugged, beautiful man. He grasps
her bodice in his hands, and she melts and ooh’s like the
reader of an erotic novel. He buries his face into her
breasts, and begins running his hand up her dress. She
gyrates and moans in pleasure, he grunts and takes her in
further.
Just then, a bucket falls over three feet away from them.
They snap out of their frenzy and focus on the source. It is
HANSEL and GRETAL peeping at them with curious eyes.
Disgusted, the step-mother pushes her husband off of her,
into the bushes with his children. She runs off into the home
crying at the top of her lungs in a hoarse voice.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
I can’t lives with ye’s! All trash
ye’s be’s!
She slams the door behind her and locks it; blowing out the
outdoor candle. The family sits out in the moonlight looking
at the door.
HANSEL
How was yer day, Papa?
FATHER
It was good until now, Son.
INT. KITCHEN
The scene cuts to the family huddled in the cottage under a
dim light at a stone dinner table. They have plates in front
of them, each plate with the quarter of one slice of bread.
GRETAL eats her piece with a fork and knife delicately and
intently. The step-mother looks on irritated by the sound of
the fork and knife hitting the plate. She groans under her
breath.
STEP-MOTHER
Husband.
FATHER
Yes wife.
She nibbles a piece of her bread.
STEP-MOTHER
When will we have food to go with
this cardboard we are stuck forcing
down our gullets?
3.
FATHER
Wife, the lord providesSTEP-MOTHER
THE LORD ISShe stands up, everyone is shocked, she stares at them in
contempt. She screams, she slams her fists onto the table,
she then flips it over. They are shocked.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
I think it would be a GOOD IDEAEveryone’s attention is grasped, all eyes are on the
stepmother; who recognizes their attention and clears her
throat.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
-I think it would be a good idea
for us to take a walk to the wood
as a family tomorrow.
GRETAL glows and turns to HANSEL.
GRETAL
Oh I just love the wood!
The two children smile and begin play talking with one
another.
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NARRATOR
That night, when the mother figured
the children would be asleep she
turned to her husband, and began to
stroke his loins. He grunted, and
she shushed him with her finger and
continued to stroke his member.
STEP-MOTHER
(in a hiss snakes voice)
Lisssten to me my hussssband! The
time has come for us to ssspawn our
own sssseeeeeeeeeed.
She increases her stroking speed and causes him to groan in
pleasure, she wraps her fingers around his lips, and resumes
stroking slowly.
4.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
Now lissssssten to meee. Tomorrow,
I shall guide thee into the woods.
We shall take thy kin and leave
them within. Return with them
WITHOUT WE SHALL! ALONE TOGETHER!
TO BREED AND PHILE, LUST AND NO
LONGER (she searches for a word)DENIAL!
She does some magic and unseen move under the covers and he
climaxes and groans out loud. They turn and begin ravishing
one another.
The camera slowly pans to the cottage attic, where the
children listen in horror, looking at each other in despair.
CUT TO:
EXT. HOME, NEXT MORNING
The step-mother ushers the two outside the house, handing
Hansel and Gretal their quarter share of the families daily
bread slice.
GRETAL
(receiving the bread)
Can we just eat the other pieces?
The loaf is well over two weeks old
and molding now too.
The mother drops the bread inches out of GRETAL’s
outstretched hand and lands into the dirt.
STEP-MOTHER
There ye are; the dirt‘ill give yeh
some added nutrients!
She hisses at GRETAL who flinches. HANSEL hands GRETAL his
piece and takes GRETAL’s.
The father steps out the house with a napsack. The stepmother
panics.
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
Oh no you don’t!
FATHER
What?! I wanted to treat my
children to some berries and
cheeses I purchased from the market
this morning.
5.
She snatches the napsack, hurling it to her breasts and
turning to him with eyes that could kill.
STEP-MOTHER
THIS FOOD IS FOR ME YE HEAR!
The
and
the
the
and
whole family is shocked. The father is a spineless man,
submits. The stepmother scurries into the house placing
napsack inside her treasury, she comes back out, padlocks
door. She takes a deep breath, puts on her proper face
accent, smiles and says:
STEP-MOTHER (CONT’D)
Shall we proceed to a wonderful
stroll in the wood?
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TIMELAPSE:
The parents lead the hike, like two lover’s on a safari
“ooing and aa’ing” pointing out different sites and scenes to
each other in the woods. The camera pans to the children, who
are being neglected, and over time are exhausted, dehydrated
and look as if they’re staggering in a death march. The
family finally comes to a stop in the middle of deep-forest.
GRETAL falls face first into the ground. HANSEL rushes to her
aid, calling to his father; who sits on a rock ravishing the
step-mother, laughing as they drink wine and eat grapes.
HANSEL
Father! Help me! GRETAL has fell
ill due to malnourishment!
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Shot of the father, who motorboats the stepmother, they are
in their own lust filled world, like two honeymooners in a
flurry of passion.
FATHER
(muttering through making
out)
Oh- well- that’s just awful!
Something- like- that- should- have
never happened! We- should -call
forSTEP-MOTHER
KISS ME! LOVE ME! RAVISH ME!
FATHER
-Oh!
6.
He dives deeper into the passion, lifting his wife up, who
wraps her legs around his waist as the two abandon the
children and run off into the wood.
HANSEL is left with his dehydrated sister at his side,
afraid, alone and scared. The woods begin to chime with the
sounds of unknown creatures. HANSEL is alone and afraid, he
pets his sister hair.
HANSEL
Whatever shall I do?
HANSEL says out loud, pondering his inevitable doom.
Hours pass, day turning into night.
Just then GRETAL wakes up in his arms, confused, looking at
the dark wood wondering where they are.
GRETAL
Hansel, where are mother and
father?
HANSEL
I do not know Gretal, but it is
getting dark and we cannotJust then a wolf howls nearby.
HANSEL (CONT’D)
(whispering)
We cannot stay here exposed in the
open wood for much longer, we must
seek shelter and refuge somewhere.
She grasps her stomach, which growls.
GRETAL
I am hungry too.
His stomach growls as well.
Just then, an eerie mist fills the wood, and the fine tuned
sound of a handbell pierces through the mist with a bright
flash of light. The two gasp, as like a skipping stone, the
light and tone continue through the wood, lighting a way. The
two mesmerized as if under a trance, begin to follow it.
The children’s eyes form an eerie blue haze over them as they
follow the light with supreme speed and agility, as if under
a curse. As they step, and the bell chimes, and the light
flashes, a suspenseful track syncs shots with the parents
copulating in the woods.
7.
FATHER
Tell me what you have done.
STEP-MOTHER
What I knew I had to. I called upon
the witch of the wood to handle
them.
FATHER
You sentenced my children to the
witch of the wood?! She will eat
them!
STEP-MOTHER
I know.
FATHER
How could you do such a horrible
thing, what will become of my
children?!
STEP-MOTHER
They will die which is why I take
your seed now to engender spawn a
new life!
The father thrusting the mother cuts with shots of the
children’s feet galloping across the leaved filled grounds of
the woods. The children are chasing this light through the
forest, transfixed by it. As the track becomes incredibly
intense, and the parents climax, the last bell rings as the
children feet land in front of a picket white-fence fashioned
from frosted gum-sticks.
The camera pans over the children, revealing a luxurious
mansion made entirely of ginger-bread and candy. It is
covered in edible decorations and lights.
They look up at the house in awe. The camera pans over it as
the children approach it with eyes of absolute wonder. All
around them, immaculate works of culinary majesty. They both
fall to their knees, and begin laughing and hugging each
other in joy. Just then, the homes front door opens, with a
bright white-light flashing the silhouette of a shapely and
beautiful woman’s body over them in the snow.
THE WITCH
(in a commanding strong
beautiful voice)
Oh you poor DEAR children! Come in!
It’s freezing out!
She laughs.
8.
THE WITCH (CONT’D)
Whatever on earth brought you out
here so deep into my woods?
HANSEL
Our parents abandoned us!
GRETAL
They left us out to die!
THE WITCH
Oh well, that’s just. not. right.
Come in, let me feed on you two.
She ushers them up the porch and into her home.
HANSEL
(whispering to Gretal
inconspicuously)
Did she just say feed on US two?
GRETAL is taking in the beautiful sights of the home and
shrugs her brothers statement.
GRETAL
Don’t be ridiculous Hansel, this
woman is kind, only kind people
live in homes like these.
She points out to the decadent design and furnishings of the
home.
It’s like the inside of a posh Who’s house, bright, colorful,
warm, spirited and inviting.
She puts her arms around their shoulders and walks them down
the hallway, the door shutting behind them. Outside, her
front porch light turns on with the light that guided the
children through the forest, chiming its bell again.
The candied house, in an instant, turns into a destitute
witches house from the outside. The witches laugh echoes in
the night.
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EXT. WOODS, NIGHT.
The Father and Step-Mother walk through the woods under
moonlight, arguing.
9.
FATHER
I am worried of my children! What
say of ye? Ye be a witch?!
STEP-MOTHER
I am what I am and have been since
the dawn of mankind, I am the
harvester of souls, the ruiner of
planets, and the destroyer of all
mortals!
FATHER
Ye hast me seed within thee.
STEP-MOTHER
Ay, tis be true. I has ye seed; the
pearl of ye loins in me belly. But
tis not me belly. TIS THE BELLY OF
HELL! Tis the child of hell ye sown
into this here womb! I made a deal
with the witch of the wood I did!
For eternal damnation, she would
ensure I attain everlasting life,
beauty and power. She hath broke a
shard of her power and given it to
me. You hath not make love with yer
wife, but ye lain with the flesh of
sin itself! And now, I have served
my purpose with you, you have given
me the flesh to feed the witch who
hath given me this power, a human
child for her tasting.
FATHER
Which power do ye speak of? Ye is
no witch. Ye is a whore! Ye has
always been a whore! Ye’s only
power has been that disgusting
yield to which thou cast the dark
hue of lust. Perversion on my path
of light! From my first wife thou
hast ruined me to eternal damnation
inShe raises her arm and clenches her hand into a fist facing
downward toward the Earth; this causes the earth to crack
beneath him.
A spiked black, beanstalk shoots up from the cracks, coiling
around his leg, and running its way in and out his mouth.
His organs spill over the beanstalk.
10.
She smiles at the sight, breathes in the steam coming off his
mutilated body and spreads her arms like an eagle, lifting
her head to the night sky. She begins prancing through the
fog giggling as she does.
STEP-MOTHER
(laughing and singing)
Free at last! Free at last! Hello
New Moon! I am free at last!
CUT TO:
INT. LUXURIOUS COTTAGE
Inside the kitchen, the witch presents the children with a
wonderful spread of savories and sweets. Their eyes, noses
and mouths expand at the sight.
THE WITCH
(sounding much more
hoarse)
Eat up children, eat up!
GRETAL
Oh joy Hansel!
The two hop onto the large table and begin stuffing their
faces, smiling joyously with one another. The witch watches
them, her face stiff, her eyes darting, mechanical, shooting
back and forth, studying the chewing motions and swallows of
the children, she swallows a pond of saliva generating in her
mouth. The children look onto her and ask politely.
HANSEL
Miss, wouldn’t ye like to eat with
us?
GRETAL
(encouraging)
Yes! Come! Please do! There is
plenty! Thou is so kind to nourish
us!
Without moving a muscle or lifting an ounce of grace, the
witches flat lips mutter.
THE WITCH
Eat. You Eat. I will Eat....
The two children are hanging onto her last word wondering
what it might be.
11.
She smiles, and reveals rotted teeth with bugs crawling in
them. This makes HANSEL and GRETAL recoil.
She shuts her lips, closing her forced smile, and shoots open
her eyes like a snake, peering into their souls.
She begins to laugh to herself, her laughing turning into
cackling, HANSEL and GRETAL look at each other helplessly.
She stands, casting a large shadow over them, her cackling
turning into howls and growls and demonic roars. Her shadow
expands filling the room, and transforming every luxury
aspect of it into an old and haunted set. Her skin breaks,
revealing multiple arms, a tail, and a demonic face. She
breaks out of the skin of a beautiful woman, and faces the
screaming children. Laughing at the top of her lungs, she
grasps both of their wrists and drags them through the
hallway, out the house into the front yard, there she throws
HANSEL into a cage and levitates GRETAL into the air.
She speaks to both of them calmly.
THE WITCH (CONT’D)
Now. What shall I do with you two.
GRETAL
(interjecting)
-PLEASE! Let us goGRETAL grimaces in pain, and her spine cracks. The witch is
twisting her spine.
THE WITCH
SILENCE! You pitiful, insolent,
worthless pile of rat-drivel!
GRETAL winces in pain.
HANSEL
Let her go!
The witch casts her arm toward him, and his mouth seals shut,
he begins to panic.
GRETAL
(crying)
What do you want from us?
THE WITCH
Submission. I demand it, or I will
kill you both, and I don’t like the
idea of doing that when I can
instead fatten the two of you up to
be eaten!
12.
GRETAL
Anything! Please! Just release your
hold over me!
THE WITCH
Very well.
The witch releases her gaze and GRETAL falls to the floor.
The witch towers over GRETAL, wagging her finger in the young
girls face, explaining the terms.
THE WITCH (CONT’D)
Now you listen here! You will help
me fatten your brother!
She twists the girls ear.
THE WITCH (CONT’D)
Do you understand?!
GRETAL screams and says:
GRETAL
YES!
The witch throws the girl to the ground near her brothers
cage, and casts her finger. A rich tray of 10 courses appears
at GRETAL’s feet.
THE WITCH
Now eat, eat you worthless trash
and feed that one too! Become fat
so I may add some life to my bones
by eating your pure souls! How I
love them so!
She begins laughing, leaving the children in the snow,
shutting her home door behind them.
In the cold, GRETAL feeds HANSEL bits of food through the
small hole in the cage door.
GRETAL
Oh brother! Whatever shall we do!?
HANSEL
I do not know sister. Usually I
always know, but this time I do not
know what will become of us.
The winter wind beats heavy upon the children and the haunted
house.
13.
NARRATOR
Poor Hansel and GRETAL were left
stranded, without a father, mother
or witches care for their
whereabouts or well-beings.
The night ends and sun comes up. GRETAL wakes to a bucket of
water being splashed on her.
THE WITCH
Get up you little mongrel!
GRETAL screams and jumps to her feet. The witch twists her
ear.
HANSEL
(shouting in Gretal’s
defense)
You leave her alone you wicked
witch!
THE WITCH
Quiet! Or your tongue I will have
for an appetizer.
She turns GRETAL’s face to meet her eyes.
THE WITCH (CONT’D)
Come! We prepare the fires!
GRETAL
No! No! No! Hansel!
The Witch drags GRETAL into the house.
THE WITCH
Hurry! I must eat the two of ye
before sundown, tis then when me
guiding light be delivering a new
batch of wee young ones, right to
the door of this house.
The Witch shoves GRETAL up the porch and into the house.
HANSEL
(shouting)
GRETAL!
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14.
INT. THE WITCHES KITCHEN
The witch drags GRETAL into the kitchen which has returned to
its luxury status. The witch is in a moderate appearance,
ugly but not as ugly as the night before.
She throws GRETAL to the boiler, waving her hand which locks
a ball and chain to GRETAL’s foot. The Witch shouts:
THE WITCH
Start the fire or I’ll eat yer
little fingers!
A flame fanner is thrown at GRETAL’s feet.
GRETAL picks it up frantically and begins sparking a fire.
The witch watches GRETAL in disgust, with the same stiff and
stoic face, eyes darting with every move as her step-mother
did. The witch mutters, moving only her lips, not even her
jaws, eyes bulging staring at GRETAL’s little arms and body.
THE WITCH (CONT’D)
Tell me.
In front of the Witch is a bowl of chopped children’s arms
and limbs.
She stares down at GRETAL, chewing the meat like chips or
shrimp. As she does, her appearance, and weight, and beauty
begin to reform.
THE WITCH (CONT’D)
What do children taste like, child?
Scared, GRETAL responds;
GRETAL
I know not fearful witch.
THE WITCH
Tell me child, did thou not taste
the flesh of the boar I fed ye last
night?
GRETAL
Ay miss witch.
THE WITCH
Twas not the flesh of boar ye bore
upon ye innards last night. Twas
the flesh of ye young like in kin.
Twas the flesh of child such as ye!
15.
The witch begins to cackle, GRETAL cries aloud.
The witches voice becomes lighter and more angelic, as she
digests the bits of children she eats. She licks like a demon
the last bit of flesh morsels and blood from the bowl.
THE WITCH (CONT’D)
Now let me check on that brother of
yours, I must be especially
beautiful tonight, I have the
abandoned children of 2 families on
their way through the woods to see
me now.
She laughs and exits the kitchen.
GRETAL begins crying as stokes the fires.
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EXT. THE GINGERBREAD MANSION
The Witch steps outside, takes in a deep breath of air, and
burps. The echo of her burp releases the screams and cries of
children as a wave of white light spreads throughout the
property, transforming it into the decadent wonderland HANSEL
and GRETAL had stumbled upon.
HANSEL looks outside the bars of his cage, eyes in wonder at
the spectacle.
THE WITCH
(satisfied)
There we are.
She smiles a great big evil grin, and twists her head toward
Hansel’s cage. It cracks and makes a horrifying sound. Her
eyes bulge open, her grin reaches past her temples. Her spine
cracks-backwards and she begins darting like a spider toward
Hansel’s cage.
HANSEL screams in fear as the Witch hurdles toward him.
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INT. INSIDE THE KITCHEN
Hansel’s screams echo into the kitchen. GRETAL drops her fan
and rises from her knees.
GRETAL
HANSEL!
16.
She begins pacing around the room.
GRETAL (CONT’D)
What’ll I do! What’ll I do?!
She whimpers and begins sobbing, just then within her head
she’s hears a young boys voice.
LITTLE BOY
(inside Gretal’s head)
Aye don’t cry!
GRETAL lifts her head and looks around the room confused.
GRETAL
(wiping her tears)
Who- Who said that?
LITTLE GIRL
(in Gretal’s head)
We did lass.
GRETAL
Who- who ye be?
LITTLE GIRL
We be the souls of the children the
witch killed.
GRETAL burys her head in her hands, in fear.
LITTLE BOY
(comforting)
Ay! Ay! Listen! We are here to help
ye!
GRETAL
Ye, is?
LITTLE GIRL
Ay. We will not allow for this
witch to destroy the light of
children’s purity any longer.
LITTLE BOY
Come! We must guide you to a
solution!
With that, GRETAL lifts to her feet and begins frantically
searching the kitchen drawers.
17.
An exciting and suspenseful track begins to guide a series of
shots.
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EXT. FOREST NIGHT
7 children run entranced, eyes glazed over in blue, through
the harsh snow in the forest, guided by the jingling white
light of the witch.
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EXT. WITCHES HOUSE
Hansel looks outside the small window of his cage door. A
spider like body of the witch rushes past him. He screams and
backs into the cage. A strange vocal throat noise is being
made by the witch, it grows closer and closer to the door.
HANSEL is quiet, as the camera slowly zooms into the doors
small window. Just then laughing can be heard inside the cage
next to him, and he turns to the witch who grabs him.
CUT TO:
INT. KITCHEN
GRETAL lifts her head from digging in the cabinet, to hear
Hansel’s second cry. She gasps, hearing Hansel’s screams
moving to the front door.
LITTLE BOY
(voice over)
THERE IT IS!
Her eyes widen and she grabs something from the cabinet which
we do not see and stuffs it in her boot. She quickly closes
the cabinet.
She turns around, revealing the witch who stares at her with
dead eyes wide open, darting into GRETAL’s soul.
THE WITCH
What are you doing, Child?
GRETAL
(stuttering)
I- um- I-
18.
The Witch lunges at her throat and lifts GRETAL off the
ground. The Witches appearance is a hideous monster with
Botox features.
HANSEL
(in despair)
GRETAL!
GRETAL is choking at the mercy of the witch, who is laughing
at the top of her lungs. GRETAL’s legs kick backward,
struggling to reach her waist.
HANSEL watches the scene in fear, horror, and apprehension,
unaware how to help; the witch is so massive in comparison to
him. Amongst the chaos a voice chimes into his head.
LITTLE BOY
The oven! Open the oven!
Confused, he speaks to the voice in his head in disbelief.
HANSEL
What?!
LITTLE BOY
OPEN THE OVEN NOW!
Without a seconds delay or time to process, Hansel’s body
involuntarily lunges toward the pantry sized oven, unlocking
the arm and pulling open the door.
HANSEL
(confused, yelling)
What are you doing?!
CUT TO:
GRETAL is still struggling in the witches grasp. Her legs
continue to kick back, attempting to reach her hands.
Finally, her hand reaches into her boot and grabs a crystal
glass whistle, which sparkles, and as it does, the sound of
the chime is heard, along with the chorale cry of millions of
slain children.
LITTLE GIRL
(voice over in GRETAL’s
head)
Do it now! Throw it into the fire!
In a slow motion shot, GRETAL chucks the whistle into the
open door of the oven. The witches eyes watch as it fly’s
toward the fire, and her pupils dilate.
19.
Her grasp releases GRETAL’s neck. GRETAL falls to the floor,
as the witch lunges past her, chasing after the flying
whistle. The Witch screams the collected screams of all those
in hell, as the whistle moves over the kitchen, over HANSEL
and into the depths of the oven, into the flames of the fire.
She leaps over HANSEL and disappears into the flames, the
voices of hell ringing from out her mouth.
From inside the oven, the witch holds the whistle to her
cheek and caresses it like a baby. It has a hold over her,
like the ring from Lord of The Rings to Smeagle. The sounds
of the men and women of hell are now coo’s, ooo’s and aaa’s
caressing the whistle. Harmony.
LITTLE BOY
(in Hansel’s brain)
Now!
HANSEL lifts to his feet. The Witch turns around and see’s
HANSEL at the door. She let’s out a deafening shrill, fangs
exposed, and rushes toward the door at the speed of a jaguar.
HANSEL shuts the door, but cannot secure the lock, as the
witch attempts to push the door open. He is too weak, and she
is gaining entry of the door, pushing it open.
GRETAL looks on terrified, frozen in shock as HANSEL was.
He cries for her, as the thuds against the door break his
speech:
HANSEL
Gretal! GRETAL!- HELP ME GRETAL! I
NEED YOUR HELP GRETAL!
The soundtrack builds, cut to shots of the entranced children
from the woods approaching the house from a distance. GRETAL
looks on at the scene horrified. The camera looks into her
face as she stares on confused, scared, and perplexed.
THE LITTLE BOY AND GIRL
(in GRETAL’s mind)
WELL DO SOMETHING!
In an instant, GRETAL runs to Hansel’s aid, pushing against
the door, and sliding the latch into place. She locks it.
The witch bangs and screams and howls, but the door is
locked. From the inside, desperate and afraid, she lifts the
crystal whistle, which is howling chimes at uncomfortable
frequencies.
20.
It is vibrating in her hand, she looks at it, her eyes full
of desperation and fear as it howls like a kettle and then
explodes; obliterating the witch into smithereens. The
screams of a million from hell turn into a chorale of
children, which burst out from the whistle and fly out from
the ovens chimney, bringing life into the forest, and
transforming the house back into a candy home, with a newly
added auric force-field of protection; which is voiced by the
joyous chorale sounds of all the children who lost their
lives to the witch. It shimmers over the property, and lights
up the center of a vast and dark wood.
Outside the home, the newly arrived seven children, awake
from their trance, the blue light fading from their eyes.
Unaware of where they are and how they arrived, they look at
the home in front of them. Excited, they begin laughing and
playing and feasting just as HANSEL and GRETAL and all the
kids who came before them did, except this time, there would
be no witch to eat them.
From inside the kitchen, Hansel and GRETAL rise from
unconsciousness to the sound of the children playing outside.
They follow the laughter to reveal the seven children playing
and eating in the front yard.
From the top of the force-field guarding the home, the
spirits of the Little Boy and Little Girl who helped HANSEL
and GRETAL descend down to speak to them. They are both
smiling.
LITTLE GIRL
Thank-you. You saved us.
LITTLE BOY
Thanks to you, our spirits belong
to us again.
LITTLE GIRL
The witch kept us trapped and
enslaved to her whims through that
enchanted whistle.
LITTLE BOY
For thousands of years, we have
helplessly watched her devour the
children of this land, powerless to
stop her, watching her grow more
powerful with the more of us she
harvested for her evil.
LITTLE GIRL
Vanity drove her to selling her
soul to evil in return for
everlasting beauty.
21.
LITTLE BOY
But she must not have read the fine
print, because what she didn’t know
was that she had to continue to
perform evil to maintain her
beauty.
LITTLE GIRL
We were her first victims. She
didn’t want to kill us, but she did
to appease the witch to whom she
was indebted. When she learned the
truth of what she had to do to
survive, she slowly died on the
inside, and eventually left this
body.
LITTLE BOY
What was left was a shell used by
evil to cause harm and suffering on
this planet.
LITTLE GIRL
Indeed. And we waited so long for
ones we could speak too.
LITTLE BOY
Perhaps we were destined to meet in
this life.
HANSEL
Perhaps we were.
GRETAL
(affirmingly)
Perhaps we were!
The four children begin to laugh, as the camera zooms out on
the festivities taking place at the Gingerbread mansion.
NARRATOR
And so HANSEL and GRETAL, and all
the children; were free to live and
play: thrive and survive. Always
provided for by protection of the
dark, which they transmuted into
light. HANSEL and GRETAL went on to
turn the candy home into an
orphanage for disenfranchised young
children, and everyone lived
happily, ever after. Everyone, that
is except forCUT TO:
22.
INT. COTTAGE
The camera slowly pans the interior of the children’s old
cottage, where they lived with their father and step-mother.
The sound of bottles clashing and a hoarse woman grunting can
be heard. A meek figure scurries hidden under a large black
cloak.
NARRATOR
Unfortunately for the StepMother...
She reaches her arm out shaking, the flesh has fallen off her
bones.
NARRATOR (CONT’D)
Evil was not interested in her vow
of service. Ultimately it was
decided she would be best martyr’d,
by means of having her flesh melt
off, to serve as an example that
evil favors no one more eager to
its cause than itself.
The step-mother looks at the camera with pleading eyes, a
living skeleton.
An iconic “Michael Jackson Thriller” type laugh of the
narrator echoes with the fading shot of her despair.
A book shuts close on the scene, with the title: Adam
Divino’s: Fairytales and The Macabre Theatre