The Finger Movie Script Part1
The Finger Movie Script Part1
FADE IN:
A deserted urban landscape. Buildings loom tall, casting long shadows on the empty streets. The
sun rises slowly, painting the city in cold, grey tones. A faint hum of distant traffic is heard, but the
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The protagonist, a man in his late 30s, disheveled and tired, walks through the alleyway. His
footsteps echo in the quiet morning. He pauses, looking up at the sky, his face expressionless. He
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A small, cluttered apartment. The room is dimly lit, with rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds.
The protagonist sits on the edge of his bed, staring blankly at the floor. A clock ticks loudly in the
background. He slowly gets up, mechanically going through his morning routine - brushing his teeth,
FADE IN:
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead. The protagonist enters the office, greeted by the monotonous
drone of typing and the low murmur of conversations. He walks to his desk, passing by co-workers
who give him polite but indifferent nods. The office is a sea of grey - grey walls, grey desks, grey
lives.
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The protagonist sits down at his desk, opening a drawer to retrieve some files. His hand freezes as
his eyes widen in shock. There, in the drawer, lies a severed finger. It is pristine, clean, and almost
lifelike. His breath quickens, and he quickly closes the drawer, looking around to see if anyone
noticed. No one did. They're all absorbed in their own dull routines.
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The protagonist splashes water on his face, gripping the sink tightly. He looks at himself in the
mirror, his reflection slightly distorted by his own anxiety. The reflection smirks, but he doesn't. He
blinks, and the smirk is gone. The water drips from his fingers, staining the sink red. He jerks back,
FADE OUT.
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The protagonist stares at the drawer, a mix of fear and curiosity in his eyes. He slowly opens it
again. The finger is still there, unchanged. He quickly closes it again, panic setting in. He looks
around the office, but everyone is engrossed in their work, oblivious to his distress.
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The protagonist is alone in the kitchen, making coffee. His hands are shaking. He hears faint
whispers, but when he turns around, no one is there. The whispers grow louder, almost taunting
him. He drops the coffee cup, and it shatters on the floor. The whispers stop abruptly. He stares at
FADE OUT.