DEAD SECONDS An Original Thriller Series COLD OPEN FADE IN: INT. AUCTION HOUSE — BACK ROOM — NIGHT Darkness. Then — A penlight snaps on, throwing a thin blade of white across a velvet-lined display case. CLOSE ON: A pocket watch. Eighteen-karat gold. The case engraved with a serpent eating its own tail — an ouroboros. The dial is cream-colored enamel, hand-painted with a scene so tiny it’s almost invisible: a city drowning. ...
MINDS IN CHAINS A Period Drama “The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.” — John Milton, Paradise Lost COLD OPEN FADE IN: EXT. LONDON STREETS — DAWN — 1892 Rain hammers cobblestones. A hansom cab rattles through fog so thick it swallows the gaslights whole. The city breathes like a sick man — wet, labored, uncertain. SUPER: “London, England. November, 1892.” ...
LAST CALL An Original Drama Series PILOT: “TEQUILA SUNRISE” FADE IN: COLD OPEN INT. THE ARCHIPELAGO BAR — NIGHT A bar unlike any other in San Francisco’s Mission District. The back wall is a floor-to-ceiling installation of antique apothecary bottles, each filled with house-infused spirits in shades of amber, gold, jade, and blood orange. The bar top is dark mahogany inlaid with a hand-painted map of the Philippine Islands. It is beautiful. It is also, at this particular moment, thirty minutes from closing. ...
PARALLEL MINDS An Original Period Drama Series Inspired by the architecture of early parallel computing PILOT EPISODE: “THE THOUSAND THINKING MACHINES” FADE IN: COLD OPEN INT. TELEGRAPH OFFICE - LONDON - NIGHT (1887) Rain hammers the single grimy window. Gas lamps throw amber shadows across rows of TELEGRAPH OPERATORS hunched over their instruments, each man a node in a vast network, each finger tapping the same rhythmic language. We PUSH IN on one operator — CONSTANCE VALE (28), dark circles under sharp eyes, her dress practical rather than fashionable. She is not tapping. She is watching. ...
UNDER THE FLOORBOARDS A Mystery Pilot Created by an Original Voice FADE IN: COLD OPEN INT. VICTORIAN ROWHOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT Dark. Rain hammers old windows. A flashlight beam cuts through the black. NORA CALLAHAN (40s, silver-streaked hair pulled back in a paint-stained bandana, sharp eyes that miss nothing) moves the beam across peeling wallpaper. Rose patterns. Faded to the color of old blood. She’s wearing a tool belt over a flannel shirt. Holds a clipboard in one hand, flashlight in the other. ...
HALF-LIFE An Original Drama Series PILOT: “PROMPT CRITICALITY” FADE IN: COLD OPEN INT. LOS ALAMOS NATIONAL LABORATORY — VAULT 7 — NIGHT Fluorescent light hums over a steel table. The room is small, obsessively organized. Safety placards line every wall. A single security camera blinks red in the corner. DR. MARA VOSS (38, dark circles under sharper eyes, hair escaping a practical ponytail) stands at the table in a lead apron. Her hands are steady. Everything else about her is not. ...
BLUE NOTE An Original Horror Series COLD OPEN FADE IN: INT. ABANDONED RECORDING STUDIO — NIGHT Total darkness. Then— A single piano key strikes. Middle C. The note hangs in the air longer than physics should allow. SUPER: “Baltimore, Maryland. 1959.” Dim light bleeds in from a cracked transom window. We’re inside what was once a beautiful space — a converted rowhouse basement on Pennsylvania Avenue. Soundproofing felt peels from the walls like dead skin. A Steinway upright sits against the far wall, its lid propped open, strings exposed like a ribcage. ...
WIPEOUT JEOPARDY “What Is This Place?” Created by [Original Work] A Dark Comedy Series FADE IN: COLD OPEN INT. TELEVISION STUDIO — STAGE — CONTINUOUS A game show set. Except something is wrong. The set LOOKS like a standard trivia show — podiums, a board of categories, soft blue lighting, a live studio audience. But the categories on the board read: “THINGS YOU’VE DONE WRONG,” “PEOPLE WHO LEFT YOU,” “FINANCIAL DECISIONS,” and “YOUR BODY SPECIFICALLY.” ...
THE RECALL An Original Horror Series COLD OPEN FADE IN: INT. COURTROOM 7B — NIGHT — PRESENT DAY Fluorescent tubes buzz overhead. The room is empty except for one figure: DR. ELEANOR VOSS (50s, severe, impeccable posture) seated in the witness stand. She’s alone. The gallery is dark. No judge. No jury. No one. She speaks into the microphone anyway. VOSS: The voice was hesitant. Slurred. But the actual words were — sick. Awfully sick. ...
VARNISH & ASHES An Original Mystery Series COLD OPEN FADE IN: EXT. CHICAGO — ESTABLISHING — NIGHT — 1943 Aerial view. The city grid glitters below, but dimly — blackout curtains soften every window to a bruise. A WAR BOND billboard looms over Michigan Avenue: a soldier’s silhouette against a sunrise, the words HE’S GIVING EVERYTHING. ARE YOU? A paper blows past it. Nobody watches it go. INT. ALDERMAN GALLERY — BACK ROOM — CONTINUOUS ...