OHR House 2: The Lost Script
by Kingston C. Rockwell

So with OHR House 3 on the horizon, I've been looking at my old scripts for the last season a bit, especially the unfinished one I wrote for episode seven. Being that the show was concelled before I managed to finish it, I thought it might be a good time to share it with the public.
One of the interesting things about the original plan for the epsiode is that, like the episode that was finally produced, it was a murder mystery, though the style and actual events are completely different.
Though it's not like I really got far enough in the script to actually reveal the victim (though clearly hinted at) or the culprit.
But I've spent enough time setting this up, so without further adieu, enjoy.


DAY SIX
INT. LOBBY
Voting time setup.

HITLER "Enough of bickering! It is for voting, and NOW!"

POPTART "For what he did, Me cannot be forgiven."
SURLAW "I will miss the fabulous lolita parties I would have with the not-bunny. Me, you have hurt me deeply."
UNCOMMON "It's hailing outside. How terribly ironic. Me."

The room melts away into blackness. Only ME remians.

NOTE:
Now, I want this narration to appear box-less, without a speaker-tag and without the quotation marks. The quotation marks are really only there for your convenience, so you'll know what you're looking at is a narration.

"The room melts away underneath my feet. I'm left alone.
"Alone with my thoughts. Alone with the guilt of my actions.
"How did it come to this? How did everything go against me so quickly?
"I guess it must've started a few days ago..."

FADE OUT

THE WORLD TURNS GREY.
GREYSCALE IT BABY, AND DON'T TURN BACK TILL I SAY SO


INT. KITCHEN
ME is sitting at the table, UNCOMMON standing at the stove. Aside from them the room is empty.

"It was Monday, and I was getting a late start.
"With Gilbert went any competitive obligations Poptart might've had, like he had nothing to prove to the rest of us, so breakfast was left to the individual.
"Lucky for me, Uncy'd made extra eggs."

UNCOMMON walks to the table, places a plate in front of ME, then takes his place and his pate to the other side of the table.

UNCOMMON "I do hope you'll find them to your liking. I find that if you apply salt while scrambling, you get the most exquisite taste out of the eggs."

"Turns out the guy's a decent cook."

ME "Yeah, thanks. They're great."
ME "Seems to me things've slowed down a good deal around here."
UNCOMMON "Well, you know why that is."
ME "Yeah, it's Gilbert. It's like the whole house lost its soul."
UNCOMMON "Well, he was loud, rude, and a good deal boorish, but I must admit..."
UNCOMMON "...I rather miss the brute."
ME "He had his own way about things, but he got them done, at least."
UNCOMMON "Yes, that he did."

PAUSE

UNCOMMON "...I still can't help but feel it would have gone so much better if they actually had cameras, really."
UNCOMMON "I mean, they weren't really movies at all, more like stage plays, and a proper stage play, unless MEANT as a one-man-show, never works without at least two people."
ME "Yeah. Well, I've got other things to get to today."
UNCOMMON "Right. Good day, then."

"I was of course lying when I said I had other things to do."
"I just wanted to get out of there before Uncy got into the subject. I mean, we've already dealt with Aethereal, who's starting calling us up again.
"I don't need anyone talking my ear off."


INT. HALL
ME walks sssslllllooooowwwwwlllllyyyy to the bathroom.

"I was lying about that, yes, but I wish I hadn't been.
"The house has gotten boring now that it's just the four of us...
"Poptart
"Uncommon
"Surlaw
"Me."


INT. LOBBY
POPTART fumbles with a tiki mask. He's trying to balance it on the back of a chair.

"Pops has gotten to making abstract sculptures out of everyday objects."

The tiki mask falls.

POPTART "Oh, it just won't work!"

POPTART picks it up and tries again.

"You can tell he's losing it."


INT. KITCHEN
UNCOMMON is sitting at the table still, playing with his eggs.

"Uncy's muttering to himself. Without anything else to do, he's gotten to thinking 24/7. It's rare I see him without a scowl these days, and that's only when his mouth isn't too busy ranting."

UNCOMMON "Honestly, if you're going to make a one-man-show, you should at least rework your script to accomodate..."
UNCOMMON "And Jefferson Airplane, what the HELL's with them? If they'd just quit after Surrealistic Pillow, we'd have NEVER had that Starship fiasco..."

"You can see why I got out when I did."


INT. SURLAW'S TENT
SURLAW sits, alone.

"And Surlaw, no one knows what he's up to."

SURLAW "Oh, how I wish it were not a school day for my dear lolitas."
SURLAW "I wonder what my friend the not-bunny is up to?"


INT. HALL
ME has finally reached the bathroom door.

"I'm starting to think about Chaos Nyte, thinking maybe I know why he spent so long in the shower.
"Nothing much else to do."

ME opens the door.


INT. BATHROOM
The shower's running. Puddle of blood on the floor, just outside the shower.
BLOODY KNIFE is here. (TAKE BLOODY KNIFE Y/N?)

ENTER ME

"Soon's I opened the door, I knew something was wrong. It gave too easy.
"The latch's busted.
"The fact of the new red paint job wasn't good, either."

ME walks up to the puddle.

"I smell it, and my suspicions are confirmed.
"Blood.
"The whole damn floor is covered in blood."

Walking around the blood, ME approaches the shower.

"Taking careful steps, I decide to check the shower.
"I didn't want to see what was in it, but I had to know."

HE PARTS THE SHOWER CURTAIN.
IT'S EMPTY!
Only a blood-stained tub.

"Empty.
"But from the signs you can tell there was a whole lotta shakin' going on here."

ME turns to the knife.

"And one of 'em had a knife."

ME walks to/picks up the knife.

"The only thing uglier than the scene here are the connotations it carries with it.
My head's full of questions, but until I find a body--"

KNOCK KNOCK

"Shit."

POPTART "Anyone in there?"
ME "..."
POPTART "The door's open, so I'm coming in!"

ENTER POPTART

POPTART "OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED HERE"
POPTART "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT KNIFE"
ME "It's not what it looks like."
POPTART "HOW CAN YOU HATE YOUR LIFE SO MUCH TO BE A CUTTER"

PAUSE

ME "..."

LONGER PAUSE

ME "Oh god no."
POPTART "Oh, I'm so relieved, for a second I thought--"
ME "I think someone's been murdered here."
POPTART "..."

PAUSE

POPTART "See, it's revelations like that ruin my sunny disposition. I probably could've gone the whole day blissfully unaware. Thanks SO MUCH for ruining that."

"I don't need this."

ME "Look, this is serious. Gather everyone in the lounge."
POPTART "Right."

EXEUNT POPTART

"That could've easily gone a lot worse. I'm lucky he doesn't think I did this.
"Hell, far as I know, it could've been him that did it. At least I know he wasn't the victim.
"The house just a got a little more dangerous.
"Sure, less boring, but much more dangerous."

So, unfinished, yes, but it gives you someclues as to where it was going. Hachi's supposedly been murdered and Me ends up getting framed for it. The way it would've ended up is, after working its way back to voting day with Me already on the chopping block, Chaos Nyte (because the show had a rather small pool to draw from as far as villains go) would've turned out to be the killer, though because you can't really kill off Hachi, there would've been some handwaving about him never having been dead in the first place. They never found a body, after all.
It might've been a fun epeisode if it were ever finished, but at least it won't be lost in the void of forever.
Should you be interested, I've made both of my earlier OHR House 2 scripts available for your convenience.

~Kingston C. Rockwell