The Hollow
This is a ghost story.
But this ghost story is | different from all the others.
It's different, | because this one is all true.
I know because I was there.
It all happened right here, | in this very town.
Across the bridge, | over by the old graveyard.
It was All Hollow's Eve.
Or what people like to call | Halloween.
It all happened down there...
in the hollow.
Now on this particular evening | there's a party going on...
at the home of a wealthy man | named Baltus Van Tassel.
The town's folk came | from all over to celebrate.
was a new school master, | Ichabod Crane.
This blows.
Knock it off! | I'm trying to hear this.
It's kinda creepy, | if you think about it.
It's kinda lame, | if you think about it.
Some people say that | he often resembled...
a crane while walking | through town.
- Karen, let's go. | - You can go, but I'm staying.
Finally able to court the beautiful | young daughter of its host...
Katrina Van Tassel.
Guys, can't we do this | tomorrow night?
Tomorrow night is the hayride.
Besides, you said you wanted a | scare, right? I'll give you one.
What, are you scared?
It's not that. It's wrong to jump | on someone's grave.
And there's that | creep groundskeeper guy.
She's got a point there.
Remember when we got stuck | in there, in third grade?
He was just trying to scare us.
The dude chased us with an ax. | Who does that?
I'll tell you what. | We go up...
put our hand in, | and we'll call it a night.
What's the big deal | with all of this anyways?
The big deal is that you, Karen | and everybody else around here...
take the legacy of this town | for granted.
You act like it's just | another place in the map.
You're drunk.
But it's not just | another place in the map.
This is the birth place...
of the most famous ghost story | that ever was.
You're hurting me.
This should be the end-all, | be-all of Halloween.
But what do we got | to show for it?
A junior boy storyteller...
and a hooky hayride.
Scott, could you please get | this gorilla off me?
Hey, let her go man.
I'll tell you what.
All it'd take is one bad | Halloween.
going to a graveyard...
and only one comes back.
then they would know what | kind of town we live in.
Go stick you hand then.
What?
You heard me. | You go do it.
Show us how it's done.
That's the spirit.
See? Nothing.
Oh my God! | Oh God, please help me!
Jackass!
It's fun. Where are you going? | It was just a joke.
Where are you going?
You guys be careful out there. | And remember...
- if you see the horseman... | - Make through the bridge.
And as Ichabod recalls | the horrible warning...
he kicked, whipped and yelled | at his horse...
urging it to go faster.
The headless horseman | was just behind him.
Sparks flew from the hooves | of the rider's unholy steed.
and through the trees he could see | the bridge.
Ichabod and his horse dashed | across the bridge.
The headless horseman | just behind him.
Ichabod chanced to look back...
expecting to see | the fearful apparition gone.
But instead...
he saw the horseman | stand up in his stirrups...
cough back his arm that held | the rider's bloody head...
with gore and guts still | clinging to the skull...
and he fired the hideous missile.
And that was the last that anyone | ever saw of the new schoolmaster.
Some say that Ichabod actually | escaped from the horseman.
And left Sleepy Hollow to become | a lawyer in New York.
Not far from here.
While others say that it's Brom | who chased him out of town...
out of jealousy.
But the old Dutch wives of | these parts still maintain...
that Ichabod Crane...
the new schoolmaster was chased | on that Halloween evening...
by the most horrific | gull ever seen.
The Headless Horseman | of Sleepy Hollow.
- Hi! That was super! | - Thank you.
Where's dad?
He wanted to come, sweetie, | but he was exhausted.
I think the start of the season, | and the moving...
and everything really took it | out of him.
- You know... | - Yeah, I know.
- Thank you for coming. | - Sure.
See ya.
Look, I sad I was sorry. | What else you want me to do?
How can you just stand there and | let him treat me like that?
Hey, he just gets carried away | with this whole legend.
He's proud of the history | around here, or something.
- Besides, you're having fun. | - No, I wasn't.
Really?
You know...
somebody dared him to put | his hand in the tomb.
Who was it?
I just wanted to get even.
Is there something to do with | that whole 'scared of sex' thing?
Maybe.
Who was that?
That's not funny, Scott.
It's Brody. He's screwing | around in the shanty.
- Scott, please don't... | - Just stay here. I'm sick of this.
Brody!
The door's open.
Spooky.
Very spooky. | You had me going for a sec.
Amber, come here...
Scott?
That was great!
I'm already giving you a ride. | You can stop flattering.
No, I mean it though, | you're good.
In addition, thank you for the | ride, I really appreciate it.
No problem.
So...
where's Brody? | Didn't you guys come together?
No. Brody's got a | short attention spam.
But then he's captain | of the football team.
- So I guess it pays, right? | - I guess.
I guess I thought you guys | had a thing.
No, we're not a thing.
I mean, I was like am I getting | myself into trouble here?
New in town, already making moves | on the quarterback's squeeze.
First of, I'm nobody's squeeze.
And second, | Brody isn't exactly my ideal.
I like a guy who's interested in | more than just my poms poms.
Maybe we should, | I don't know...
like go for a coffee or something | some time.
Oh my God!
- Are you alright? | - I'm fine, just a little shaky.
Are you sure you're alright?
You scared the crap out of us. | Are you okay?
I'm doing about as well as | to be expected...
which I don't suppose | it's all that good.
What were you doing in the middle | of the road? I could've killed you.
I was listening, teacher, | listening.
- Why are you calling me that? | - Lan, he's a grave keeper...
and he's obviously drunk.
My name is Klaus Van Ripper, | although that doesn't mean much.
And I'm not drunk. | I do take care of the cemetery.
And I need to talk to you. | There's something you need to know.
Lan, let's get out of here. | He's obviously drunk.
Come on, let him have his bed. | Let's go.
I almost killed the guy. I can't | leave him out here if he's drunk.
Quiet.
Somebody's coming.
What are you doing out here?
You hear that?
What?
You okay, Junior? | Looks like you've seen a ghost.
You been at the yard, haven't you? | What were you doing up there?
Just trying to give a guy | a little scare.
Trying to instill | a little history in him.
You should understand that.
You shouldn't be up in the yard. | Not tonight.
Not ever. | Especially not tonight.
Relax, Van Ripper!
We didn't mess up any | of your landscaping.
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