Mysterious Skin
The summer I was
from my life.
Lost.
Gone without a trace.
sitting on the bench...
It started to rain.
Brian?
Brian?
You, dork.
What the heck are
you doing in there?
Hey.
You're bleeding.
Whew! It is
terrible out there.
Mom!
Hello, sweetheart.
What happened to you?
Brian got a bloody nose
hiding in the cellar.
Whatever on Earth were
you doing down there?
Are you okay, sweetheart?
You poor little baby.
They had me cooped up all
night in that awful mailroom.
I didn't even know it was
raining till I got off work.
Hold still.
Ow.
Did one of the other moms
give you a ride home?
- I'm going to bed.
- I hope you're happy.
I knew he'd get hurt playing
sports out there in the field.
You know, when I was a kid, I wasn't
exactly a star player either.
But at least I gave it my all,
I wasn't a quitter.
Sorry, Dad.
- Good night.
- Good night.
I told your father that
Little League thing...
was a stupid idea.
Hold your nose.
Mom made me quit baseball
the very next day.
This was when
the nightmares began...
...and the nose bleeds.
I wet the bed several times...
...and then there
were the blackouts.
I'd feel my eyes
roll back in my head.
I'd crumple to the floor
like a dropped puppet.
The darn thing's not
even a year old yet.
Maybe it's screwed up from
all the lighting last week.
Oh, your father's going to be
overjoyed about this.
What time's Dad getting home?
Not for another hour,
at least, honey.
Mom. Deborah.
Come look!
It's a UFO!
Oh please, it's just a
weather balloon or something.
No, look what it's doing to the TV.
It's flying over the house!
Let's go up on the roof.
No, wait!
Children, be careful!
That summer, those were the
The cramped, stale
darkness of the crawlspace.
And, equal in power
and mystery...that UFO,
across the universe.
I came for the first time.
I was watching my Mom going at it
with her boyfriend of the moment,
Alfred, in my old swing set.
Alfred was all Marlboro man,
dumb as a f***ing rock.
What I would, years later,
come to call "my type".
And only the most boring,
stupid things...
have ever come out of his mouth.
But seeing him like this,
whimpering and grunting...
like a helpless animal, I
couldn't take my eyes off of him.
I'd been masturbating for
years, but it wasn't till...
that summer that jizz actually
squirted out my dick when I came.
Couldn't wait to show Coach.
at the beginning.
Back in June, my Mom signed
me up for Little League.
It was Alfred's idea, a way
for them to f*** freely,
without the expense
of a sitter.
Are you excited?
Coach Heider?
Desire sledgehammered me.
He looked like the lifeguards,
cowboys and firemen,
I'd seen in the Playgirls that my
mom kept stashed under her bed.
Back then, I didn't know
what to do with my feelings.
They were like, a gift I had
to open in front of a crowd.
- Hello.
- Hello.
I'm Ellen McCormick.
And this is my son, Neil.
Hello, Neil.
Honey, don't you want to
say hello to your new coach?
Don't worry, it takes him a
while to warm up to strangers.
team's star player.
Which wasn't saying much
considering the other kids...
were a bunch of
hopeless spazzes.
Our first game,
bottom of the eighth,
I whacked a triple
with the bases loaded.
The crowd went f***in' nuts.
But I didn't care about that.
All that mattered was
it made Coach proud.
After that first victory,
to tell her he was taking the team
out to a movie to celebrate.
Hey, big guy,
ready to go?
- Coach?
- Yeah.
Where's everybody else?
Well, it looks like it's just going
to be you and me today, bud.
- Really?
- Yup.
Cool.
I picked "Blood Prom," an
with tons of cool gore
and murders in it.
When this one really
annoying blonde chick...
got her head chopped off,
I cheered.
After the movie, we
we picked up a pizza...
and headed back to Coach's.
Coach's house was awesome.
He had a giant TV, an Atari with
Donkey Kong, Asteroids, Frogger.
All my favorite games.
Hah. You exploded.
My turn.
Sure your mom's
not expecting you?
No.
She works.
She's probably got a date
with Alfred afterward.
of time by yourself, huh?
Yeah.
But I kind of like it.
I just ride my
bike and watch TV.
It's cool.
Oh sh*t!
You made me mess up!
Sorry.
Hold on.
Come here for a sec.
Bring one of those
bottles of Peach Nehi.
Now, this might seem a
little weird at first.
But I need to record
my team's voices,
especially my best players.
Okay?
Take this.
Now just speak into it
using your normal voice.
Well, what should I say?
Whatever you like.
Start with your name.
Neil.
Now take a big sip
of pop and belch.
Sh*t.
Good.
Say that again.
Sh*t.
Again.
Sh*t, sh*t,
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.
Sh*t.
Hell!
Damn!
Now, look up
into the camera.
Make a funny face.
Good. Good.
Yeah.
Yes, Neil, yes.
Yes.
Open your mouth real wide.
Neil, that's perfect.
July 2nd.
We had a 7:
30 game againstHutchinson Taco Hut.
I know you're gonna kick
their butts tonight?
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Mysterious Skin" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 23 Apr. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/mysterious_skin_14400>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In