IBRIDAZIONI – MATERIALI Materiali per una Sceneggiatura AUTORE: GIORGIO VIALI DATA: 03/04/2024
H24: Monitor Logline: A work-from-home webcam monitor for a sex worker platform discovers her power over the performers and exploits them for her own twisted desires.
Characters:
Elena (30s): Our protagonist. Starts as a conscientious worker but becomes corrupted by power. Sofia (20s): A webcam performer on the platform. Kind and naive, becomes a target for Elena's blackmail. Marco (40s): Elena's boyfriend. Oblivious to her secret life. Olga (50s): Elena's supervisor. Strict but fair.
Scene 1:
INT. ELENA'S APARTMENT – DAY
Sunlight streams through the window illuminating a cluttered desk with four monitors displaying various live chat feeds. We see close-ups of scantily clad women suggestively posing or talking to unseen viewers. Elena, in her pajamas, sips coffee, meticulously scanning each screen.
ELENA (V.O.) H24.cam, vigilance around the clock. My job? Monitor. Make sure the girls stay active. No bathroom breaks, no disappearing acts. Client satisfaction is key.
ELENA (into headset) Sofia_Sunshine, inactivity detected. Respond to your viewers immediately.
On one screen, Sofia, a young woman with bright eyes and a nervous smile, jumps slightly at the voice. She quickly adjusts her pose and speaks into her microphone.
Scene 2:
INT. ELENA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT (WEEKS LATER)
Elena, eyes shadowed with exhaustion, scans the monitors. Her expression is no longer dutiful, but a mix of boredom and a strange intensity.
ELENA (V.O.) Months flew by. Same faces, same routines. I started noticing patterns. Little breaks in concentration, a flicker of defiance in their eyes. It was a game, really. Push the boundaries, see how far they'd bend.
Elena focuses on Sofia's feed. Sofia is mid-conversation, looking stressed.
ELENA (V.O.) Some were easy targets. Like Sofia. Sweet, naive. A single missed response was all it took.
Elena picks up her phone and types a message.
ELENA (V.O.) One warning. A gentle reminder. But the second time...well, the second time, the price goes up.
Scene 3:
INT. SOFIA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Sofia sits at her desk, tears streaming down her face. She types furiously on her keyboard.
SOFIA (V.O.) I didn't know what to do. My rent, everything depended on this. Elena threatened to shut me down. I had no choice.
On her screen, a private chat window is open. Elena's username gleams on the top.
Scene 4:
INT. ELENA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Elena watches a live chat she created, a dark, anonymous room. Sofia performs a private show, her face etched with fear. A stream of messages appears on the screen, presumably from paying viewers. Elena smiles coldly.
ELENA (V.O.) My own little empire. A secret world where the girls performed for me, not the faceless clients. My power trip, fueled by their desperation.
Scene 5:
INT. H24.CAM OFFICE – DAY
Elena sits across from Olga, her supervisor. Olga's face is grim.
OLGA The reports...unusual activity on your monitor. Private chats, suspicious transactions.
Elena feigns innocence, but a bead of sweat rolls down her temple.
ELENA Technical glitch, I assure you. Must be the software.
OLGA We don't tolerate glitches, Elena. You know the rules.
Scene 6:
INT. ELENA'S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Elena stares intently at a single monitor. Sofia is live, but not performing. She looks directly at the camera, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.
SOFIA (to the camera) I know who you are. This ends now.
ELENA (V.O.) They weren't fools forever.
Scene 7:
INT. H24.CAM OFFICE – DAY
Police officers stand in the office, questioning employees. Elena sits at her desk, her monitors dark. Shame and fear cloud her face.
VARIAZIONE
Logline: A homebody worker monitoring inactivity on sex worker live chats discovers a dark power she can exploit, turning the tables and manipulating the women she was supposed to control.
Opening Scene:
INT. APARTMENT – DAY
Sunlight streams through dusty blinds illuminating a cluttered desk overflowing with takeout containers and empty coffee mugs. ANNA (30s), in pajamas, hunches over a multi-monitor setup displaying various live chat windows. Each window shows a scantily clad woman, some dancing, some talking directly to the camera, all with usernames above their heads. Anna clicks through the windows, scanning for inactivity.
SOUND: A monotonous chime rings from one monitor. Anna squints at it. The username reads “SUNNYBUNNY88.” SunnyBunny88 is lying motionless, her face buried in her cleavage.
Anna sighs, picks up a microphone, and speaks into it.
ANNA (monotone) SunnyBunny88, please resume activity or risk a channel violation.
Cut to: SunnyBunny88's window. Her head snaps up, mascara smudged. She throws a fake smile at the camera and starts bouncing suggestively.
Back to Anna
Anna checks another window, then another. A sense of numbing routine hangs in the air.
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT (WEEKS LATER)
Anna, hair in a messy bun, eyes bloodshot, stares intently at a monitor. SunnyBunny88 is mid-conversation with a paying customer. Anna leans closer, a sly smile playing on her lips.
ANNA (V.O.) It wasn't long before I realized the power I held. These women... they were at my mercy. One click of a button and their income could vanish.
INT. APARTMENT – DAY
Anna types furiously on a keyboard. A new live chat window pops up, username “ANNASANCTUARY.”
ANNA (V.O.) So I created my own little sanctuary.
Cut to: SunnyBunny88's window. She's pleading with the camera.
SUNNYBUNNY88 (frantic) Please, I can explain! I just needed a break... I'll do anything! Just don't report me!
Cut back to Anna. She types a message.
ANNA (V.O.) The price of staying active on their main channel? A little performance for me.
Cut to: AnnaSanctuary window. SunnyBunny88, clearly uncomfortable, performs a hesitant dance routine. Anna watches, a cruel smile on her face.
INT. APARTMENT – NIGHT (WEEKS LATER)
Anna, now with a manic glint in her eyes, watches several women perform live in AnnaSanctuary. Some comply begrudgingly, others seem desperate.
ANNA (V.O.) The line between control and desire blurred. Soon, the performances weren't enough. I craved more.
Cut to: A video call window pops up. It's SunnyBunny88, but her face is etched with fear.
SUNNYBUNNY88 (whispering) This isn't right. I can't...
Anna's voice, distorted and menacing, comes through the speaker.
ANNA You can, SunnyBunny. Or you can kiss your main channel goodbye.
SunnyBunny nods tearfully.
Cut to: Split screen. One side shows AnnaSanctuary, the other shows a dark room. A disembodied voice whimpers in response to Anna's unseen commands.
ANNA (V.O.) They became my puppets. Dancing to the tune of my twisted desires.
INT. APARTMENT – DAY
The doorbell rings. Anna jumps, startled. She peeks through the blinds. Two police officers stand outside.
Cut to: Interrogation room – Later
A detective, HARDY (50s), slides a tablet across the table. It shows a recording of Anna giving instructions to a woman in AnnaSanctuary.
HARDY We know what you've been doing, Anna. Blackmail, coercion... it's all here.
Anna stares at the screen, her face pale.
FADE OUT.
IBRIDAZIONI – MATERIALI Materiali per una Sceneggiatura AUTORE: GIORGIO VIALI DATA: 03/04/2024