BONESTREATMENT BY

Ivan Hallig Panganiban

Good Day!

I am Ivan Hallig Panganiban, a filmmaker from the Philippines, 22 years of age. I have been in
the industry for almost 7 years now (7 years in film, 6 in music and 4 in theater), and have
worked with artists and filmmakers around the world.

I have listened to your track Bones, and an idea came to mind. Two of my Film students (I
teach directing and screenwriting), wrote a script a month ago entitled Home. Heres the
synopsis:

A man wakes up in a cold and grey forest, only to find out that he
was deep inside it. The forest was supposedly called Mortemoire
Forest, as he saw a graffiti signage on a bark of a tree. He was
clueless on where he was and he was full of dread, but he kept
going. He had hope that he will end up where he needed to be. But
the thing is, he doesnt know or remember where he needs to be.
He continued nonetheless, making up guesses on where he could
go. He suddenly recalls having to guess on his tests that ended up
correct, so he figured that he could apply it is his situation at the
moment, despite the absurdity of it having to be a successful or
even safe path. As he trudges on the forest grounds, he picks up a
piece of paper that seems to be a picture of what resembles to be 3
people, a family, with a red sharpie writing on it, Dont forget
them. Come back as you promised. The man kept the picture and
continued his seemingly endless journey.

He remembers some memories and people in his life, such as his

wife, and his hometown. The man hopes that the path he is in will
lead him to his family. Growing angry and restless, the man
punches a tree bark to let out his anger. He wanted to find out
what was with them so bad. What did he have back then before he
lost his memory and where was he really needed to be? He
continues his way.

Eventually, the man stumbles upon gruesome and maddening

things that made him more and more insane. Metal scraps, rubber
pieces, a broken radio, torn off clothes, and glass shards shattered
and spread amongst the forest grounds. Dried blood and mud
decorated the barks of the trees. He tears up but he decides to
shake off the feeling of dread and walks his path. The man reaches
his hometown, only to find memories that rushed to him and it
made him feel sick. He vaguely remembered how he would cry
running down the sidewalk from his peers that bullied him. He
glanced at the swings and remembered how his now deceased
mother would push him as he roared with laughter riding the
thing. He felt like puking. He thought of the time where he kissed
 his wife under the lamp post. He was gagging. He continued to
walk down the familiar streets of where he was raised into what he
was today? He shrugged and kept walking. He passes by the
town cemetery and enters, devoured by the curiosity of what was
happening inside, as people clad in black filled the inside area.
Making his way through the crowd, he overhears sobbing and sad
voices from what seemed like his wife and daughter. The man
approaches them, but they ignored his presence, like it was
nothing. He continues to walk, stopping before he falls into a hole.
As he does, he stops, dead on his tracks. The man falls to his knees
and cries, over-whelmed at the sight. It was him, about to be
buried, six feet underground. He found his home.

What the author(s) message is: Sometimes we extend through our

limits and go so far just to find out the truth among ourselves, only
to find that the truth and the path to take just to find it has the
potential to destroy and scar us. But we choose to accept it
nonetheless, because that is what we really are.

OUR PROPOSAL

We have been planning to produce this short film and pre-production meetings have already been
held. We want to collaborate with you and make a music video for Bones using rushes of
the film. We are open to shooting additional sequences to further tell the story of Bones.
We would also want to use the track to be the official song for Home. This way, as we go
into releasing your songs video and us diving into film festivals with Home, we can
achieve a larger reach of audience that bridges between Film and Music.

We hope that you consider the infinite possibilities of this proposal.

SOME OF MY WORKS (and that of my Cinematographers) ARE INCLUDED AS

LINKS TO MY TREATMENT IN GENERO.TV

THE NEXT FEW PAGES WILL INCLUDE THE FULL SCRIPT AND A SIMPLE
ANIMATED SKETCH OF THE STORYBOARD.
 HOME

by
Trisha Manalili and Lance Cinco

Binangonan, Rizal
0937 951 5320
0915 755 0857
lance.cinco@gmail.com
pautrikat50@gmail.com
Revised by Ivan Hallig Panganiban
ivanhalligpanganiban@gmail.com
 FADE IN:

EXT. MORTEMOIRE FOREST EARLY MORNING

In the deep dark part of Mortemoire forest, clouded by fog, a
man lies alone sleeping.
THE MAN, in his late 20s, wakes up, opening his empty white
eyes.
The man brings himself up with his two hands, dusted himself off
and examined his surroundings.
The towering trees that surrounded him appeared as if it were
watching him.
The man shudders uncomfortably.

EXT. MORTEMOIRE FOREST A FEW MINUTES LATER

The man begins walking around.
He looks confused as to where he is and howd he end up there.
An abrupt pain struck his head as he tried to remember what
happened before he passed out.
The man groaned in pain.

EXT. MORTEMOIRE FOREST SAME DAY

The man continued walking and he stumbled upon a tree with an
etching that read Mortemoire Forest gr-.
He approached the tree and examined the etching as he brushed
his hands across and read it.
THE MAN
Mortemoire Forest
He felt around his sweatshirt and pockets for his phone.
He found it, held it up saw that it was broken and sighed in
disappointment.
THE MAN
Fuck.
EXT. THE POND SAME DAY
The man trudged his imaginary path and saw a pond that had a big
rock near it.
He sat near the rock and directed his eyes into the pond. He saw
no reflection, he immediately looked away in shock and noticed a
piece of paper on the ground.
The man picked it up and saw a photo of him, a woman and a young
girl.
THE MAN
Who are these people?
The man turned over the paper for investigation. There he saw
the message Dont forget them. Come back as you promised.
scribbled in a red Sharpie.
He turned the paper over again and didnt realize that tears
were already slowly falling down his cheeks.
He wipes away his tears, confused.

EXT. FOREST SAME DAY

He continued his wandering and grasping at straws, making
guesses about who he was.
He looks at the photo again. With a determination on his face,
he continued walking.

EXT. CRASH SITE AT MORETEMOIRE FOREST EARLY MORNING

The man ventured deeper and even stranger things appeared.
He saw metal scraps, rubber pieces, a broken radio, torn off
clothes, and glass shards shattered and spread amongst the
forest grounds. Dried blood and mud decorated the barks of the
trees.
His eyes became teary and widened, he was slowly driving into an
abyss of insanity.
THE MAN
What is this? I must be dreaming.
He tried closing his eyes and clenched his fist, he was still
there. Then he tried pinching himself, it didnt work and he was
still there.
The man was angry and restless. He clenched his fists as hard as
ever and wanted to throw a tantrum.
THE MAN
(to himself)
Calm down. You just need to figure out
how to get back home.
His nerves calmed down and continued finding his way back home.

EXT. MORTEMOIRE FOREST GATE EARLY MORNING

The man walked down his imaginary path and finally got out of
the forest.
A town is seen nearby. The man recognizes the place.
Relieved, he began running towards his hometown.

EXT. TOWN EARLY MORNING

The town stretched across the suburban area.
When he arrived a sudden wave of anxiety hit him and he felt
like puking.
He slowly dragged himself the still-cold pavement.
THE MAN
So, this must be where Im from.
Memories started flashing back in his head as he walked the
sidewalk and saw the swings in the playground.
A. The ghost of his memories appeared right in front of his
eyes, he saw his peers pushing his younger self hard on the
swings while they roared with laughter. He felt like puking
again.
B. The same thing happened again but this time, but he now saw
the lamp post where he and the woman from the photo first
kissed. He was gagging.
With his remaining strength he continued walking down the
familiar street.
EXT. TOWN CEMETERY EARLY MORNING
The gate of the town cemetery stood in front of the man.
People are seen gathering around the town cemetery. The man
entered the gates, intrigued.
He felt sick again once he stepped inside he felt a pang of pain
in his lower stomach and his sight was getting blurry.
He kept walking despite his condition.

EXT. CEMETERY, FUNERAL SAME MORNING

The man slowly made his way through the crowd who were dressed
in a dreadful black.
THE MAN
Whats happening?
He suddenly made a stop as he overheard the people around him.
FUNERAL VISITOR 1
Such a shame. He was a great man.
FUNERAL VISITOR 2
Youre right, he was. He left too early
for his age.
FUNERAL VISITOR 1
Well thats what you get for speeding
the limit.
The chattering kept going on and on and he decided to go move on
and walk to see everything until he saw the woman and the young
girl from the photo.
THE WIFE, late 20s, clutched her daughter tight and cried.
THE WIFE
Im sorry sweetie, your dad wont be
coming home anytime soon.
THE DAUGHTER, 13, shoved her face into her mothers embrace and
sobbed.
The man tried to approach his family but he just went through
them like a ghost.
He looked back at his family and looked in front of him.
He fell on all fours and slowly brought his hands to his face as
he cried buckets.
He cried out loud as everyone from the funeral stood still.
In front of him he saw himself about to be buried six feet
underground.

FADE TO BLACK
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(Bohol Man Made Forest, Philippines)