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"THE MASS"
by
Harry "The Goose" Deckard
FIRST DRAFT,
2004.
CAST
TAYLOR 24. The intelligent one. Not a very good hunter
but an excellent problem-solver and tactics maker.
LUKE 24. Boastful, generous and with a knack for rather
bad jokes.
CARLA 24. Pretty, successful, intelligent and a good
cook. The perfect woman?
CHARLEY 24. Slightly mad cackle-like laugh, although a decent
guy has been on prison for numerous ocassions.
GRAVES 25. Big, black and as strong as an ox. But with a
good sense of loyalty and humour. The sort of guy that
you would want on your side.
GEORGE 23. Intelligent, wisecracking and with a
brilliant sense of sarcastic humour. And a
good shot with a gun too.
FIELDS 24. Slightly irrevent but second only to George
as the best shot.
HAWES 23. Over-thin and rather gangly with a flat sense
of humour. Him and George don't get along.
RHODES 24. Brave, intelligent and fun to be with.
AUSTIN 23. An ex-junkie who with his disastorous hairstyle
could still be thought of as "zonked out".
Two Dogs.
FADE IN:
EXT. FOREST -- AERIAL SHOT
We open up on an aerial shot (from a chopper, we can tell that by
the way we slowly glide past all the tree tops) of DANTE'S FOREST,
an isolated and peaceful forest in the middle of Tennessee. That
information can be superimposed if need be.
We SLOWLY GLIDE across this remote, beautiful scene. There are
a few clearings and we can clearly see a long and windy river
which leads right through the main part of the forest.
CUT TO:
ANGLE ON:
An old wooden signpost, it reads: "Welcome to Dante's Forest.
For Private owners only. Hunting forbidden unless permission
is granted". After that there is a contact number.
CUT TO:
EXT. HILL ALONGSIDE RIVER -- MORNING
The glorious morning sunshine shines down on a peaceful and
beautifully green hill, alongside it is a picturesque stream.
The one we saw earlier in the AERIAL SHOT.
Birds TWEET overhead and ever once in a while we see a fish
pop up from the stream, this sends trinklets of water onto the hill.
Suddenly we hear hushed voices and a cracking of TWIGS.
ANGLE ON:
THE TOP OF THE HILL, we hear more twigs cracking and the sound
of some very fast running. A male buck (deer) lesiurely trots
into frame, it hasn't quite heard the running yet. But after a
loud twig-crack its head pops up.
KABLAM! The deer JERKS backward, a BULLET smacking into its
heart, it's a DEADSHOT. The deer TOPPLES over the side of the
hill and lands next to the stream.
ANGLE ON:
The deer, it's eyes now dusty with the film of DEATH.
Blood TRICKLES freely out of its heart-wound.
BACK TO:
EXT. HILL ALONGSIDE RIVER -- CONTINUOUS
We hear the talk of cheery voices and a YOUNG MAN comes into
frame, followed by another YOUNG MAN. A SHEEPDOG and an
ALSATIAN rush around their sheet.
ANGLE ON:
The first young guy. His name is LUKE BARBESHIRE. He has
golden blonde hair, he's just over six foot maybe six one.
He doesn't look his twenty-four years of age either in fact
he looks about twenty-seven or eight.
In one hand he clutches a Winchester .88 lever action
deer hunting rifle. He CHAMBERS a round.
LUKE
Just call me Deadeye.
The other guy steps into frame behind him. His name is CHARLEY
VARRICK. He's also twenty-four and looks about that too even
though his jet black hair is thinning rather quick. He stands
at about five foot nine. In his hand is a .94 model Winchester.
Charley laughs his weird and slightly disturbing laugh.
CHARLEY (Laughs)
Well, Deadeye, hole in one. Tore the
bastard's fuckin' heart right out.
LUKE
Beatiful animals aren't they?
CHARLEY
The exit wound just makes 'em look
better.
(Laughs again).
LUKE
Really, it's not that funny.
EXT. HILL -- CONTINUOUS
The two HUNTERS stand over the body.
CHARLEY
Dinner never looked so good.
Luke takes out a groulching knife and bends over the deer. He
SLITS its stomach open.
Charley kneels down next to him.
Luke slips on a pair of latex gloves and SLIDES his hand inside
the deer's open stomach. He begins gutting it. The first thing
that comes out are the intestines, followed by the stomach. Each
coming with a fair splash of blood.
CHARLEY (CONT'D)
Damn, I hate that squelching noise.
Soon Luke has a pile of deer guts lying next to him and the now
empty animal just lies there. Blood POOLING around it. He finishes
gutting it. Luke grimaces, he slips the bloody gloves off. He takes
the knife and wipes it on the grass before swinging it into its
sheath.
CHARLEY (CONT'D)
Whoa! Look at all the blood!
Charley takes out a long pool from his pack, both of them strap
their rifles on and flip the buck onto its back. They tie both
sets of legs to either side of the pole. The empty chest looking
upwards at them.
Luke closes the animal's eyes. They fade slowly into the twisting,
twirling oblivion that is DEATH.
CHARLEY (CONT'D)
And he's dead!
Charley takes one end of the pole, Luke the other and they carry
it into the forest.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST -- DAY
Charley appears in the midst of the neverending forest, holding
the pole. Luke appears behind him holding the other end of the pole.
They trapeze through the rest of the forest. The dead animal hanging
off the pole just by its feet.
Birds SCATTER as they move past their nests, afraid that they may
meet the same end as the unlucky creature. The dogs run after the
birds with the insane notion of catching them.
CHARLEY
We nearly there?
LUKE
Should be just through those trees
up there.
CHARLEY
Should?
LUKE
Okay then, how about will?
CHARLEY
Whatever.
Charley stands on a dead bird's corpse, there's a NASTY CRACK
of bones.
CHARLEY (CONT'D)
Whoops!
ANGLE BEHIND CHARLEY
As two hands suddenly land on his shoulders.
CHARLEY
Huh?
BACK TO SCENE
Charley shakes in HORROR.
CHARLEY
WUUUGH!
Another one of their friends steps out from behind him, smiling.
He's a big coloured guy, six four possibly pushing six five.
With shoulders as broad as an ox's and the strength to match.
He's twenty five also. This is NEIL GRAVES.
GRAVES
(Chuckling)
Sorry, did I scare ya?
CHARLEY
Oh really funny, Neil.
Charley regains his grip on the pole, then begins laughing.
Or should I say cackling?
LUKE
Is your headache better?
GRAVES
Yeah. Austin gave me one of his dissolva-
-ble headache tablets in a glass of
water.
LUKE
They sure do the trick.
CHARLEY
Trick? What a stupid expression.
A large LOG CABIN slowly comes into frame beyond a thick
paste of bushes and trees.
GRAVES
Holiday home, sweet holiday home.
LUKE
Where were you then going?
GRAVES
To find you. It's lunch time.
CHARLEY
Ah, dinner.
EXT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
The three enter the barky area around the log cabin. Luke
and Charley triumphantly carry their deer.
One of their friends is outside chopping wood using a thick
tree stump to lean the wood on. He has a thick mop of
black hair and a pair of slightly dogeared glasses. He's twenty
three. This is TRAVIS AUSTIN.
Austin takes the cigarette from his mouth and grins.
AUSTIN
Well, we certainly won't be going
hungry tonight, eh?
CHARLEY
Clever.
Another of the hunters. A small, weasel-like guy comes
out. This is DEAN HAWES.
LUKE
Nope. Deadshot, straight through the
heart.
GRAVES
Like making love to a vampire. Gotta
stake it with your little love master
in the right places, make the fucka
scrrrream!
CHARLEY
Err...yeah.
HAWES
Good trip?
CHARLEY
Yep.
Austin IMBEDS the axe into the stump, walks over to the
triumphant hunters.
AUSTIN
Want me to take that and...y'know?
LUKE
Yeah.
Luke and Charley drop the pole. Hawes, at the thought of
helping quickly moves off.
GRAVES
I'll give ya a hand. You two go in
for dinner.
CHARLEY
Yeah, good.
Luke and Charley enter the log cabin, leaving Graves and
Austin to sort out the buck.
FADE TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
The log cabin is large, spacious and cosy with easily
enough room for the party of hunters that inhabit it.
Luke and Charley enter and kick their shoes off by the
door mat.
INT. LOUNGE/DINING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
They move into a small room which is a combination of the
above. They take their places at the dining table and look
at the bacon butties that lie on their plates eagerly.
CARLA (O.S)
Tuck in, boys.
CHARLEY
Hey Carla.
As they begin to eat they see one of the other hunters sitting
on the squashy orange sofa reading a book.
LUKE
Hey, George.
GEORGE DILLON looks up and nods to them. He's six foot two,
twenty three and with carefully waxed light brown hair.
Overall he's a strong and always dependable yet slick kinda
guy.
GEORGE
Hi. How'd the trip go?
LUKE
Got a buck. Deadshot through the
heart.
CHARLEY
Whoa, Luke, that must be like the
fiftyith time I've heard that story
and it just keeps getting better and
better.
LUKE
Someone's jealous.
CHARLEY
What of him?...Huh!
CARLA JONES, the only woman in the group trots into the room with
a can of Castlemaine XXX in each hand. She's twenty-four and a
very attractive and fine figure of a woman indeed! She smiles and
hands Luke and Charley a can.
GEORGE
(Smiles)
And where's mine?
CARLA
I don't know. Maybe it's here...
(Throws him a
bottle).
GEORGE
Ah!
CHARLEY
How could he think I was jealous?
Exit Carla.
LUKE
One hell of a shot I can tell ya, I
just glimpsed it and blam! Went down
like a stone.
CHARLEY
(Cackles)
Like a stone.
The other one of the hunters enters. He's the quiet and very
intelligent one. He's five foot ten, twenty-four and with
a rather drab sense in clothing. This is ARTHUR TAYLOR.
Taylor enters, he beams at them.
TAYLOR
How'd it go?
LUKE
Great, I...
CHARLEY
Here we go again...
LUKE
Me and Charley were just about to go
back for lunch when I saw a full grown
buck on a hill, just out of the corner
of my eye. I just span and let off a
shot. Got it straight in the heart.
Bull's eye.
TAYLOR
Well done, Barbie, you're learning.
GEORGE
Learning? He's a helluva lot better'n
you, Taylor!
TAYLOR
Well hunting's not really my game.
CHARLEY
But you still boast about it?
TAYLOR
Charley, I boast about everything.
This isn't anything different.
GEORGE
He has a point.
TAYLOR
I think to succeed in hunting, well to
succeed in anything really - you
need patience and that click.
CHARLEY
Click?
TAYLOR
Yeah, it's like basketball. Every good
basketball player has the "click", that
special something that makes them good
at their game.
GEORGE
If patience has something to with it then
you can count me out.
LUKE
Taylor, you have some weird ideas.
GEORGE
Once a nerd always a nerd, eh?
TAYLOR
(Smiles)
Shut up!
CARLA (O.S)
George, I need a hand in here!
George takes a deep breath then gets up.
GEORGE
Coming.
(Quiet)
Hell, you'd think I was a bloody handyman
the way she goes on.
George leaves the room. Taylor yawns and takes his place on the
sofa.
TAYLOR
Well, Luke, when you first started driving
your trucks didn't you have the click?
LUKE
No.
TAYLOR
So you're a bad truck driver then?
LUKE
No. I'm always getting extra merit for
my driving.
TAYLOR
Well there, see? You did have the
(Clicks fingers)
Click after all.
CHARLEY
Did you have the click when you became
a scientist?
TAYLOR
Why, yes. Yes I did.
LUKE
The click, it's a weird name isn't it?
TAYLOR
Well not really. Click is a registered
word.
CHARLEY
Words have to be registered?
(Cackles)
TAYLOR
It's no joke, they do.
LUKE
So if I made up a really new word then
I'd have to register it?
TAYLOR
Yeah.
A loud CRACKLE outside suddenly makes them all jump. They turn
to look at the window, SLASH-LIKE rain marks are fast appearing
on the window and outside the crackle of thunder and the squiggle
of lightning are frequent.
Rain begins hitting HARDER and HARDER and you can hear it smacking
on the roof as if it wants to get in.
TAYLOR (CONT'D)
Bang goes tonight's hunt.
CHARLEY
It might get out.
George enters, followed by a wet-looking GRAVES.
GEORGE
Bang goes tonight's hunt.
TAYLOR
Copycat.
GRAVES
Hotdamn, I feel sorry for Rhodes.
LUKE
Why?
GRAVES
He's still out there hunting.
Austin quietly walks in and sits on an armchair. One of the two
hunters that we haven't met yet comes in. He's a small, slightly
bug-eyed man wearing an orange hunting waistcoat over his slightly
stocky build. He looks slightly older than his twenty-four years
but isn't. This is DAN FIELDS.
Hawes enters behind him.
HAWES
Damn, what great weather.
FIELDS
It's raining like a bitch out there.
GEORGE
Hey, that's my catchphrase.
FIELDS
Oh well.
HAWES
Rhodes is still out there!
CHARLEY
Heh, unlucky.
We hear the CRACK of a rifle from somewhere outside.
Carla enters.
CARLA
D'you think that was Rhodes?
LUKE
Probably.
FIELDS
It's hard to tell if that was a signal
for help or just a potshot.
HAWES
He could be dying!
GRAVES
Look!
They turn to look out of the window.
GRAVES'S P.O.V
Through the window: A Hunter, holding a Garand rifle and
wearing heavy hunting garb comes out of the trees. Making
a mad dash for the door.
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
Austin makes a run for the door and pulls it open, the Hunter
stumbles in. Soaking. George takes his Garand from his freezing
cold hand and Carla hands him a towel.
ANGLE ON:
The Hunter. He's an average sized guy with long blonde hair and
a blonde beard, but it is monoxide dyed. He's twenty four but
with the air of someone five or six years older. This is
JOHN RHODES.
BACK TO SCENE
Rhodes stumbles in.
CARLA
Fancy a hot choclate?
RHODES
Got any coffee?
CARLA
No, we ran out last night. Me and
Graves were about to go to the store
and get some.
RHODES
Man, I think I sprained my ankle back
there by the big oak.
CARLA
C'mon lets get you sat down.
RHODES
Okay.
They help Rhodes onto the chair.
The rain begins BEATING harder. Running off of the windows at
all angles.
GEORGE
Son of a bitch.
HAWES
Shut up, George.
CHARLEY
Hey! Hawes, you shut the fuck up.
Christ, I don't know why we invited
that dickwank!
HAWES
Hey man! I'm a lot more popular than
that doofus!
FIELDS
You used to be.
CHARLEY
True.
Fields leans against the window.
FIELDS (CONT'D)
But not anymore.
Rhodes drinks a cup of steaming hot chocolate while Carla
sorts out his wound.
RHODES
Man that hurts.
TAYLOR
Who's up for a game of "Battleships"?
LUKE
"Battleships"? Don't we normally play
cards?
TAYLOR
Thought we'd do something different for
a change.
GEORGE
I'll play.
Taylor and George move off for their game of "Battleships".
HAWES
What a sad game.
VARRICK
Free world, let them do what they
want.
HAWES
I ain't stoppin' him, I'm just making
wise-ass comments.
CARLA
Kinda falls through, since you're not
wise eh?
FIELDS
Good one.
RHODES
Think the storm will last long?
GRAVES
Who knows, since Hawes broke the TV
we can't watch anything.
Fields leans back up against the window. SLASH MARKS of rain
pottering up against it.
GEORGE
15, 6.
TAYLOR
Nope. 13, 10.
GEORGE
No.
(Pause)
Um, 14, 1.
TAYLOR
Strrrike!
FIELDS
Well done.
GEORGE
Um, h...
CRASH! Two bone-like SPIKES tear through the glass, both
of them land right next to Fields' head on either side.
They are DEER'S ANTLERS.
ANGLE ON:
Fields, frozen with terror.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
Fields DROPS to his knees, TREMBLING with fear and rolling around
the floor.
Graves dashes to another window and pulls the curtains out of the
way.
GRAVES'S P.O.V:
A NIGHTMARE SHOT of ten or so DEERS standing on the hill which
leads to the log cabin. There are seven bucks and the others are
does. But there's something wrong with them, something weird apart
from the fact that they are about to attack our HEROES!
Then we see it, their eyes are gleaming a disturbing RED colour.
Hinting that paranormal forces are at work.
BACK TO SCENE
The other hunters crowd around the window to see.
CHARLEY
Fuck me down with a stick!
TAYLOR
My gosh! There're hundreds of them!
FIELDS
What happened...who...
Graves turns to face him.
GRAVES
It was a deer.
CHARLEY
Was?
CRASH! The deer swings its horns and the rest of the glass crashes
in.
The HUNTERS dive out of the way and for cover as the MIGHTY BUCK
jumps through the glass, SMASHING the remaining fragments of glass
with its powerful front feet. (This shot can be in slow motion).
The deer lands on top of the table that Taylor and George were
playing "Battleships" on.
As the buck lands it SMASHES the table into two badly severed
halves.
The dogs rush around barking.
FIELDS
Okay...
They turn to see the deer who grins at them with his mad, red
shimmering eyes. The animal breathes heavily after the mad
charge through the glass. Graves PEERS over its shoulder and sees
that the other animals are just standing on the hill, waiting
quietly.
GEORGE
Err...we come in peace.
The deer KICKS him in the nose with one of its powerful feet,
George flies a good ten foot across the room and into the hall
O.S. It seems to have SUPER-STRENGTH.
CARLA
AAAGH!
Carla ducks under the table.
Hawes grabs a small eating knife from the table and runs at
the deer with it. The deer COUNTERS the move by SHOULDER BARGING
him, Hawes CRASHES into the wall with his back. The Deer jumps
over at him, it stands on two feet and pins him to the wall with
its front feet and ANTLERS.
A moment of TANTALIZING SUSPENSE. The dogs bark louder.
HAWES
HELP! HELP!
CHARLEY
Just when you want a minigun.
Austin grabs an AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN (George's) from the wall and
checks to see if it has any ammo. Five rounds. He takes AIM.
TAYLOR
No! You'll kill Hawes too!
Luke RIPS the groulching knife from his belt and DASHES forward.
He JAMS it inbetween the deer's shoulderblades. The deer lets
out a manic SCREECH. It HITS Hawes on the side of the head with
its left foot and jumps to the ground.
Hawes FLOPS to the floor.
CHARLEY
Okay, we have one mad deer!
The Deer runs around, froth coming from its mouth and with knife
still JUTTING from inbetween its broad shoulders.
LUKE
Okay, now he's pissed off.
The deer jumps at Luke, but Austin LEVELS the autoshotgun and
FIRES. KABLAM! The deer is knocked down in mid air and slams
into the wall the other side.
Austin AIMS again.
GRAVES
No! It's dead!
Luke takes his groulching knife out of the deer.
FIELDS
Think it had rabies?
TAYLOR
Deers don't get rabies.
Carla checks Hawes' pulse.
GRAVES
He' dead?
CARLA
No. Just heavily unconscious.
George stumbles in.
CHARLEY
You okay?
GEORGE
Yeah.
HUNTERS' P.O.V (S)
As the deers begin their CHARGE.
BACK TO SCENE
They begin to run around in a blind panic, ANTLERS tear through
another window. Glass showering down on Hawes.
A DOE jumps through the all ready smashed window.
TAYLOR
Everyone grab a weapon! Any weapon!
Rhodes STUMBLES up from his seat and grabs his Garand, he
FIRES at the doe, BLASTING it back through the window.
Austin and Graves FIRE through the window, BOBBING up and
down. A buck JUMPS through the smashed window but is send
REELING backwards by a steady burst of gunfire.
Luke DIVES forward and FINISHES IT with the groulching knife.
A buck lands on Luke's back, but he knocks it off with the
butt of his Winchester, he continually STABS it with the knife.
Graves moves past him and sticks his Rifle out of the window.
He fires a few rounds.
GRAVES
There's one left.
The remaining DOE smashes through the slightly-damaged window.
Landing right next to Fields. Fields SCREAMS and tries to fire
but a SWING of the Doe's leg and he is PROPELLED out of the
broken window.
George RAISES his gun and FIRES, a round grazes the doe's skull,
but she spins and goes for the fallen Hawes. Luke AIMS and FIRES
in one motion, the Doe is hit in the hip. She is sent SPRAWLING
across the floor.
Austin and Charley move across and SHOOT the doe, to finish
it.
AERIAL SHOT
Of the room and the hunters. There's HAWES lying up against the
wall unconscious. CHARLEY and AUSTIN standing over the doe with
smoking guns. GEORGE rubbing his head wound. The window where
FIELDS fell through. GRAVES moving towards the window. CARLA
helping RHODES to his feet. LUKE wiping his groulching knife
and TAYLOR looking with amazement at the bodies. Each of them
are SHOCKED at the events of the night.
A few of the walls are speckled with blood, two windows are
smashed and the table is broken in half. A WARZONE.
TAYLOR
Is everyone okay?
CHARLEY
Yeah I think so. Apart from Fields and
Hawes.
Graves looks out of the window.
GRAVES
Dan, you okay out there?
FIELDS (O.S)
Great. Just great. I think I'm
okay.
EXT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
Fields slowly gets to his feet, stretches then picks up his
Weatherby .300 (Mk. V) rifle.
FIELDS (CONT'D)
Yeah. I'm okay. Can you open the
door and let me in?
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- NIGHT
Superimpose: Fifteen minutes later.
The hunters are all sat down with various alchololic drinks.
All of them are slowly calming down after the AMAZING EVENTS
that they went through.
INSERT--
Hawes, tucked into one of the beds.
BACK TO SCENE
Taylor has a sip of scotch then speaks up.
TAYLOR
We can't call the police.
CARLA
Why?
TAYLOR
Well take a look around you, we have
ten or eleven dead deer bodies lying
around the place and one of our friends
(a few snorts at the
word "friend")
Lying in there after a sharp blow to the
head. It's gonna look like we murdered
too many deers in cold blood and then
staged a fight to see if anyone would believe
some crazy cover-up story.
CHARLEY
Good point.
AUSTIN
But...
But no one can argue with Taylor.
FIELDS
We'd better pack our things then....
TAYLOR
Nope. We've got a week's left of hunting
and if we suddenly leave early then people's
suspicions will arise. They know how
much we love our hunting trips...
GEORGE
Whoa, you've got it all mapped out.
George presses an ice-pack to his head.
TAYLOR
But if Hawes is seriously ill then well...
we'll have to get him to a hospital.
AUSTIN
But there could be more of those things
out there...
TAYLOR
That's a chance we'll have to take.
(Pause)
It's stopped raining now so if we just
clean up the blood and bury the bodies
we'll be okay.
It's best to do it under cover of
darkness.
RHODES
What about the windows?
CHARLEY
C'mon, John, think straight. I repair
and sell windows for a living. I even
happen to have a few sample windows in
the back of my truck. They're about
the right size.
GEORGE
And we can do without the table for a
week, can't we?
TAYLOR
Yeah.
RHODES
What if the Gamekeeper notices the
missing deers?
TAYLOR
There are too many of them for him to
keep tabs on.
GEORGE
Tell ya one thing, those deers seemed to
have super strength! I heard my neck click,
had he hit me much harder and...well...my
head mighta seperated from the rest of
me!
GRAVES
(Chuckles)
George, you have a hilarious way of
explaining such serious things!
CARLA
Shall we get working?
TAYLOR
Good idea.
CUT TO:
WORKING MONTAGE:
1. Rhodes, unable to do much, is cleaning all the guns and
sorting out ammo.
2. Austin and Graves lift the broken table out of the room.
3. Austin and Graves are chopping up the table.
4. Taylor, Fields, George and Luke, armed with shovels, deal
with the dead bodies.
5. Fields and George drag out the dead doe and buck from inside
the cabin.
6. Hawes sleeps.
7. Fields finishes off an evil-looking buck with his shovel.
8. Austin and Graves throw the remains of the table in a pile
of fire-wood.
9. Carla is cleaning up the blood with a mop and sponge full
of soapy water.
10. Charley is looking at various windows from the back of his
truck.
11. Austin, Graves and Carla picking up fragments of glass.
12. Graves being made by shovels
13. Dirt being poured onto dead (yet still sinister looking)
deers.
FADE TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- NIGHT (LATE)
Our heroes are shown sleeping after hard day of work. We PAN
INTO the room where the deers attacked, the place looks surprisingly
clean and apart from the empty window panes (which now have plastic
sheets glued over them) the place looks fairly normal.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST -- TWILIGHT
We take a look at some slightly raised patches in the forest
these are the GRAVES of the fallen deers. They are well hidden
and you wouldn't see them. Unless you were looking for them...
There's the sound of a TWIG breaking, a SHADOW falls over the
graves just as we:
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
INT. LOUNGE/DINING ROOM -- MORNING
A makeshift green plastic table has been brought into the room.
George and Carla are the only people up yet, and by the clock on
the wall it is "7:55".
Carla is sorting out breakfast in the kitchen and George is
reading "Invasion of the Bodysnatchers".
Rhodes hobbles in and sits down.
RHODES
What a nice morning.
George looks at the sun outside.
GEORGE
Yeah.
RHODES
What's on the agenda for today?
GEORGE
Well, Austin's been waitin' for a
chance to get his bow and arrow
out so I'll probably go there with
him.
RHODES
What about last night eh?
GEORGE
I'm just trying to forget.
CARLA (O.S)
How's your head?
GEORGE
Okay.
RHODES
Think Hawes'll be okay?
CARLA (O.S)
We'll be in trouble if he doesn't!
Graves comes in. He PLONKS down onto one of the chairs and
stretches.
GRAVES
Hell! I done my back in while digging
one of those damned graves...
GEORGE
Oh...really?
George picks up a crinkled copy of "Maxim" and begins to read.
GRAVES
How's the leg?
RHODES
Okay, as long as I don't put too
much weight on it.
Taylor, Austin and Fields enter.
FIELDS
(Taking a seat)
I'm so damned tired. Is breakfast
nearly ready, Carla? I'm so hungry
I could eat an elephant.
AUSTIN
Hey, c'mon, Graves isn't that tasty...
Graves grins and FLIPS Austin the BIRD.
GRAVES
(Jokey)
I'm just big boned!
AUSTIN
Next thing, he'll be saying: "Respect
mah authoritah".
Charley comes in and sits next to Austin.
CHARLEY
South Park went out ages ago.
GEORGE
But it was still a kick-arse show.
CHARLEY
Ah, George Dillon, the only guy who's
film and TV knowledge equals mine.
AUSTIN
Got any coffee?
CARLA (O.S)
No, we ran out the other night. When I
go to the store today I'll get us some.
Austin fiddles in the pockets of his jeans. He pulls out
a .38 Colt Detective Special.
AUSTIN
Shit! I haven't worn these jeans in
over a year and look what I found!
FIELDS
That's what that guy in Brazil gave
ya isn't it?
AUSTIN
Yeah. Can't believe I've found it.
(Pause)
Heh. Cool.
Austin pops open the chamber, finds six rounds in it.
AUSTIN (CONT'D)
This used to be great for target
practice, it'd take an excellent shot
to get anything with it!
TAYLOR
All you guys ever think about is guns.
GRAVES
S'ppose I'd better wake Barbie up.
RHODES
Yeah, or else he'd be sleeping for ever.
Hawes suddenly STUMBLES into the room. Shocking them.
HAWES
Damn...I feel like I was hit by a
bus.
(Pause)
D...did we kill those deers?
FIELDS
Yep, every last one of them.
Graves LEAVES to wake up Luke.
CARLA
(Entering)
Are you okay?
HAWES
Err...yeah. I'll just rest a bit
today and be okay.
TAYLOR
Phew, if you weren't we'd have to blow
our cover.
HAWES
(Sitting down)
Cover?
TAYLOR
Yeah.
(Pause)
We shot all of the deers and buried
them. We fixed the place up and Charley
just needs to sort the windows out and
we'll be okay.
HAWES
You didn't call the police?
TAYLOR
No. We thought they wouldn't believe us
and get us "done" for well...massacering
deers. So we buried the bodies and sorted
the place out. As long as you are okay it
doesn't matter.
HAWES
But there might be more of them out
there...
TAYLOR
Well, that's a chance we'll just have
to take.
HAWES
So you have no idea what was wrong with
them?
TAYLOR
None whatso ever. Some animal form of
rabies still, by killing them I think
we've sorted things out.
HAWES
Oh.
Luke stumbles through, although he has washed he still gives
the impression of a clean-looking zombie. He clumsily pulls up
a chair next to George and sits down.
GEORGE
Morning.
LUKE
Hey, I had nightmares all night about
those glowing red eyes...oh...I kept
waking up.
Graves enters and sits back down.
CARLA (O.S)
Everyone ready for breakfast?
CHARLEY
Yep.
(Cackles)
Brrring it in!
CARLA (O.S)
Okay.
She takes in a few plates of fried breakfasts and Taylor
gets up and helps her with the rest.
RHODES
Mmm...we have a banquet.
They begin eating, Carla brings through her own plate (with a
more healthier meal on it) and begins to tuck in too.
FIELDS
Think they'll notice the graves?
TAYLOR
Nope. Unless they knew exactly where
they were.
HAWES
How many deers were there?
TAYLOR
Eleven.
HAWES
And you're sure you shot all of them?
TAYLOR
Yes--all eleven of them.
LUKE
I can vouch for that.
AUSTIN
Me too.
GRAVES
They're all six feet under now. Nothing
to worry about, Hawes.
HAWES
Sure?
GRAVES
Yes, man. we're sure. Stop worrying
and just enjoy the trip.
AUSTIN
George, fancy coming out and having
ago with the bow and arrow? I thought
I'd go out.
GEORGE
Yeah, sure.
LUKE
W...
There's a knock on the front door.
CARLA
Who's gonna get it?
TAYLOR
I will. Luke, c'mon, I think I
have a fair idea who this might
be.
CUT TO:
EXT. LOG CABIN -- MORNING
Outside we can see SHAW, the old and rather cranky gamekeeper.
His pet bulldog, SANCHO, by his feet. Shaw is most noticeable
for his very long goatee. Shaw knocks again, but this time a lot
louder.
The door swings open and Taylor appears. With Luke standing, looking
over his shoulder.
SHAW
Mornin', Mr. Taylor. Jus' came ta'
ask what all that doggone shootin'
was about. Sounded like you was bein'
'tacked by ta' danged Apaches.
TAYLOR
Oh...err...yes. Sorry if we kept you
up last night, Mr. Shaw, we went for
late night hunt.
SHAW
However many rounds didja' lose?
TAYLOR
Well I used a plan that an old friend of
mine gave me. If you kept firing and
firing curious deers would come to you.
(Pause)
It didn't work.
SHAW
Oh, ah see. Well ah gots to be goin',
but'n footre' y'all keep the notice
down, d'ja hear?
TAYLOR
Loud and clear.
SHAW
(Turns to go)
Ah'll be seein y'all later.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. FOREST -- DAY
Superimpose: An hour and a half later.
GEORGE and AUSTIN appear in frame. Austin has a very powerful
looking longbow and George holds a Scoped .270 Winchester Mk.70.
They are working their way through the various undergrowth. We
see them pass the hill where Luke killed the deer right at the
start of the movie.
GEORGE
Place is empty.
AUSTIN
Maybe we slaughtered them all last
night.
CUT TO:
EXT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
Carla is holiday-home alone at the log cabin and we see her come
outside and get into Charley's truck. We see that Charley has
fixed the windows.
CUT TO:
INT. TRUCK -- DAY
Carla is now driving through a dirty road, she clicks the radio
ON.
VOICE
...Ah yes, I'm sure but not since "Day
of the Triffids" has a decent sci-fi
horror book been made.
VOICE#2
That is where you're wrong "Invasion
of the Bodysnatchers" is far superior
to "Day of the Triffids" and inspired
two excellent films.
VOICE
But Day of the Triffids was turned
into a radio play and a film...
VOICE#2
Radio? Huh, radio, that the best
you can come up with?
VOICE#3
What about "The Thing"?
VOICE
That's a movie which is better than the
triffids and the bodysnatchers.
VOICE#2
Same kinda plot really.
VOICE
Well no. The Thing is a ruthless alien
that can imitate any life-form that it
comes into contact with.
Carla clicks the radio OFF and comes to a sign reading: "GENERAL
STORE--NEXT TURNING LEFT".
Carla takes the next turning left and...
EXT. SHOP -- DAY
Carla parks the truck in the sandy and almost deserted parking lot.
The only other vehicles are both Mazdas. Carla brings the truck to
a standstill and climbs out.
A jeep carrying five or six Rednecks comes past, they whistle and
jeer at her.
REDNECK
Whoa! Check out the piece of ass
on that thing.
REDNECK#2
Yeah, get some fuckun' poontag on the
damned...
CARLA
Piss off, haven't you got some people
to eat or something?
Carla ENTERS the shop.
CUT TO:
INT. DOUGAL'S SHOP -- DAY
Carla enters the very COSY and slightly...eccentric shop.
She finds DOUGAL, the smiling shop-owner there.
DOUGAL
Morning, Ms. Jones.
CARLA
Hey Dougal.
The other customers, two mean looking HUNTERS pay for their
things and LEAVE.
DOUGAL
Don't like those types. Down from
the cities, so full of stress that
they'd blast yer just for an excuse
to use their guns.
CARLA
Yeah.
Carla picks up a basket and begins roaming the aisles.
DOUGAL
How long have you got left down
here?
CARLA
Another week, but we're coming
back in August for a week or so.
DOUGAL
Good.
CARLA
How's Marriet?
DOUGAL
Fine. She's up at some garden show in
Nashville.
Carla picks up two pots of Nescafe Gold and puts them in the
basket. They are followed by a few packets of Super Noodles,
all "Chicken" flavour. She takes a few coke and beers cans
and they follow the Noodles.
Carla looks at her shopping list and takes a few bottles of
water.
DOUGAL (CONT'D)
Are you doing a big shop today, Ms.
Jones?
CARLA
No. This is about it, thanks.
Carla comes up to the counter. Dougal checks through her shopping.
DOUGAL
That'll be thirty two dollars ninety-five.
Carla digs into her purse and pays. Dougal bags the goods and
hands them to her.
CARLA
Thanks.
She leaves.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. FOREST -- AFTERNOON LATE
Superimpose: Hours later
Charley, Luke and Graves TRUDGE through the forest, guns waiting
for the excuse to fire. The Hunters have split into groups and
are taking different areas of the forest. The men look as if
they are enjoying the thrill of the hunt, but haven't spoken for
ages. One of the dogs dances around in front of them.
They move over a load of rocks, and see a long dip leading down
to a clearing in the woods, as they begin to move they are interuppted
by the...
CRUNCH OF TWIGS.
They stop and whisper.
CHARLEY
Where'd that come from?
LUKE
No idea.
CHARLEY
Look there, beyond the big oak!
A DARK AND LARGE ANIMAL STANDING NEAR SOME TREES.
LUKE
What the fuck is that?
GRABES
Don't look at me.
Graves raises the pump-action rifle that he has just bought
from Taylor.
GRAVES (CONT'D)
Should I?
CHARLEY
Why not?
LUKE
It could be human.
BAM! CHIT-CHIT! BAM! Graves fires TWICE. The ANIMAL smashes to the
ground.
The three hunters and dog rush towards it.
EXT. THROUGH TREES -- CONTINUOUS
They come to the small clearing where they saw the animal, only
to find that it was nothing but a SQUIREL standing on a large
rock!
GRAVES
Bullshit!
LUKE
(Laughing)
Nice shootin' there, Tex.
CHARLEY
(Cackling)
Yeah.
PAN DOWN to the Squirel, which now lies on the floor. MISSING
ITS HEAD.
CHARLEY (CONT'D)
Whoa, straight forward decapitation.
Luke picks the dead animal up by the tail and lies it to rest
in a CLUMP of THICK BUSHES.
CHIT-CHIT, Graves reloads.
GRAVES
Poor damned squirrel.
CHARLEY
What's so poor about it?
Another CRACKLE of twigs being crunched, they spin--
guns raised.
FIELDS, TAYLOR and HAWES step out. Guns drawn.
HAWES
Did you get anything?
LUKE
Yeah.
(Points to Graves)
Mr. Sureshot managed to decapitate
a squirrel.
TAYLOR
Well played.
FIELDS
George and Austin have headed back
now, looks as if another storm is
on the way. We're now going back,
you coming?
LUKE
Yeah, I s'ppose we'd better.
They turn and begin heading back.
CHARLEY
You got anything?
FIELDS
Saw a few 'coons, but they gave
us the slip. Doesn't seem to be much
about.
GRAVES
Maybe we killed 'em all last night.
TAYLOR
Don't talk about last night!
AUSTIN (O.S)
HEY! WAIT UP!
They stop. George and Austin catch up.
TAYLOR
Oh, we thought you'd gone back.
AUSTIN
No. We saw a Buck, almost got it but
it went.
TAYLOR
Oh, so there are a few bucks left then?
AUSTIN
Seems to be.
FIELDS
Well, Taylor was right.
CHARLEY
(Cackles)
For once.
HAWES
Yeah, good one.
They come up the hill that leads to the log cabin.
GRAVES
Holiday home, sweet holiday home.
But something is wrong. The truck is parked in front of the
place with half of the shopping still in the buck and the
front door is swinging open in the breeze.
HAWES
What's going on here?
AUSTIN
CARLA? RHODES?
No answer. They come towards the truck and regard the shopping.
CHARLEY
It's half unpacked.
LUKE
What the hell happened here, then?
TAYLOR
Maybe Rhodes called for help when
she arrived so she rushed into help
him.
FIELDS
Yeah, good idea.
As the all PILE into the log cabin, they fail to notice the small
SPLASH of blood which runs up the hub-caps of the truck wheel.
CUT TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
They enter.
TAYLOR
Carla? John?
Rhodes, looking half asleep, staggers out of his room.
RHODES
(Annoyed)
What? Can't you go wake the dead
somewhere else?
TAYLOR
Are you okay?
RHODES
Fine. My leg's a bit better. Why?
LUKE
Where's Carla?
RHODES
I dunno. I've been asleep.
HAWES
CARLA! CARLA!
TAYLOR
Someone check her room.
George opens a door next to him.
GEORGE
(Shutting it)
Nope. It's empty.
HAWES
CARLA?!??
TAYLOR
She's gone.
Everyone looks solemn.
TAYLOR (CONT'D)
Well...maybe she's gone for a walk
or something.
GRAVES
Shall we make dinner and then after
we've eaten, if she still isn't back,
then we go out looking for her.
RHODES
Good idea.
Typical men, governed by their stomachs.
CUT TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- EVENING
The men are seated all around the table with plates of super
noodles in front of them. Carla still isn't back.
RHODES
Think she's run off with one
of the other hunters?
LUKE
Well...she is a single woman among a...
A LOUD SCREAM from somewhere outside.
TAYLOR
That was her!
The men SNATCH up their guns and flashlights, which were all
ready for them. They begin to pile out of the front door in
an orderly fashion. Rhodes hobbling and bringing up the
rear.
EXT. FOREST -- EVENING
It is semi-dark and they begin to sneak round the area. ANOTHER
LOUD SCREAM and this time it's from the trees beyond. They begin
running.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST CLEARING -- CONTINUOUS
The three REDNECKS from the jeep have gotten hold of Carla
and are pinning her up against a tree. One of them holds a
scythe and the other have rifles.
REDNECK
Yeah, you sarcastic bitch. You finally
woken up, eh? Well I'm gonna teach you
not to mess with us boys.
Redneck raises the SCYTHE.
BOOMF! A blast from a rifle and Redneck#1's shoulder splashes
red. The other Rednecks turn their rifles to various places.
Fields and Austin step out of some trees, FIRING.
Taylor and George step out of a clump of bushes, FIRING.
The others appear, FIRING.
HAWES
GET OUTA HERE!
The Rednecks try to run off.
Suddenly there is a loud RUMBLING noise from somewhere.
TAYLOR
What was that?
A bigger RUMBLE, the ground shakes. Redneck#2 falls on his ass,
GUN GOING OFF. Hitting a large oak tree, a gigantic RUMBLE,
practically ripping the ground apart. Leaves fall and animals
dash for cover.
AUSTIN
I don't like this!
Rednecks begin shouting various SOUTHERN CUSSES while grabbing
their fallen comrade. A mole-hill EXPLODES, splattering George
and Charley with MUD.
CHARLEY
Shit!
GRAVES
EARTHQUAKE!
Suddenly a small tree near to the staggering REDNECKS tears
open and a shapless GREY TENTACLE tears out, PIERCING the
night for what may have been a long, long time. Ounces of
fossil-like slime drips off of it.
Slowly it comes up, followed by a HUGE BLOB OF GREY SLIME.
The Mass has risen.
HAWES
Oh...boy...
Carla begins SCREAMING, REALLY, REALLY LOUD.
The CREATURE'S attention is drawn to her and THOUSANDS of
dripping grey TENTACLES surge forwards, WRAPPING themselves
around her slim body, dragging her away from her MALE
FRIENDS.
CARLA
HELP! HELP! HEEELP!
Carla struggles free of a few of the tentacles and grabs
onto one of the tree trunks. TAYLOR is the first one to
snap out of the amazed trance that has encircled the
hunters.
TAYLOR
SHOOT IT! SHOOT IT!
Fields fires first, but his shots are soon followed by the
others and even the Rednecks, CHUNKS of SLIME are BLASTED
out of the creature but it takes no notice, the SCREAMING
Carla is HOISTED higher into the air and CATCHES a few
straying BULLETS.
Carla is suddenly dropped into the writhing, pulsating MASS
that is the Villain of the piece.
Taylor dashes forward and GRABS ahold of her squirming arm,
trying to pull it free. Hawes moves to help him. Luke takes
his HUNTING KNIFE from its sheath and begins HACKING away
at the goo, trying to get Carla out.
CUT TO:
INT. SHAW'S BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Shaw wakes up due to all the gunshots.
SHAW
Damn sonsofbitches, can't they keep
the danged noise down?
He slips on a pair of earmuffs and digs his head into the pillow.
BACK TO:
EXT. FOREST -- NIGHT
Rhodes who had fallen and can't get up is suddenly SNATCHED
by a straying tentacle, it gets him round the throat and
lifts him eight foot above the ground, pulling him towards it.
Luke is KNOCKED away by the sheer swarm of tentacles and CRAWLS
back so as not to be grabbed.
Taylor's sweaty hands slip away from Carla's arm and he drops
to the ground, EXHAUSTED. Hawes keeps a FIRM HOLD.
One of the Rednecks is DRAGGED down into the mass. Gun firing
all the way.
GRAVES
It won't die! It won't fuckin'
die!
GEORGE
Keep shooting it!
Rhodes HITS the side of a tree, fairly hard, but this is a mixed
blessing as the tentacle lets go and he is able to roll to safety
under a bush.
RHODES
Aww...
Rhodes FAINTS.
Hawes lets go off Carla's hand and she is sucked into the MASS
for good. But Hawes loses his balance and TOPPLES forward, landing
on his back in the middle of the gooey, grey, dripping MESS!
Hawes is SUCKED under way quicker than anyone else, as the Monster
is now very hungry for flesh.
The only surviving Redneck, CLETUS, the one who had the scythe
has now been taken over by the survivalist wave of humanity.
CLETUS (REDNECK)
C'mon, mah truck's jus' round the
danged corner, we c'n escape ta'
the farm'ouse and get help in tha'
mornin'...
The survivors cast a long look at the now digesting SLIMEBALL and
follow the WILY REDNECK as he runs through the trees.
They are Taylor, George, Luke, Charley, Graves, Austin and
Fields. As they can't see Rhodes they think he's been sucked
in!
EXT. LEAFY PATHWAY -- CONTINUOUS
They come to a long, leafy pathway that leads through the
seemingly neverending forest. A huge MONSTER TRUCK like
pickup is parked in the middle of the path.
CLETUS
C'mon, hop aboard.
Cletus, Taylor and Austin CLAMBER into the front while the
others get in the back, guns ready in case The Mass comes.
INT. MONSTER TRUCK (CAB) -- CONTINUOUS
As Cletus GUNS the engine and shoots off down the pathway.
The big vehicle kicking up dust in all angles.
CLETUS (CONT'D)
I'm so sorry 'bout the broad. She
was really offencive like to me and
we just wanted to teach her a lesson,
we didn't wanna hurt nobody, but now
Able and Earl are dead.
AUSTIN
We'll punish you later, just drive.
CLETUS
That I can do.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST -- NIGHT
The Mass slowly begins to roll away from the scene, it
disappears and a few seconds later, Rhodes crawls out of
the bushes he was hiding under.
Rhodes looks around, sees one of the bloody Rednecks lying
half hidden by a large tree-trunk. He crawls, leg hurt even
more, to a discarded Shotgun. He grabs it up and shifts over
to Redneck#2.
RHODES
Hey, hey, are you alive?
Redneck#2 remains motionless.
RHODES (CONT'D)
Shit.
He finds a carton of shells on the Man's belt, he pops the
double-barreled shotgun open and flicks two new shells in.
Rhodes CRAWLS over to the place where the Mass broke lose
from.
ANGLE OVER RHODES' SHOULDER
We see a small patch of blood which was once Hawes, Rhodes
stops and thinks about where his boisterous friend is
now.
RHODES
(Crosses himself)
See ya later, Dean, Carla.
(Pause)
You weren't good, you were the
best.
A hand suddenly GRABS Rhodes' shoulder, almost CRUSHING it.
Rhodes GRUNTS.
CUT TO:
EXT. FARMHOUSE -- NIGHT
A very Southern-looking FARMHOUSE crawls into view, it is
stuck in a clearing in the giant forest. The Monster truck
slowly crawls up to the spooky building.
CLETUS (O.S)
Home, sweet home.
TAYLOR (O.S)
Err...nice place. Will it be safe?
CLETUS (O.S)
Dunno. But I got beer in the cellar.
AUSTIN (O.S)
You mean the fridge?
CLETUS (O.S)
The fidge-a-whatta?
AUSTIN (O.S)
Nevermind.
The Monster Truck comes to a SCREECHING HALT.
The group and their Redneck getaway driver, Cletus, slowly
climb out.
GEORGE
Whoa, how's Uncle Leatherface these
days?
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST -- NIGHT
Rhodes SPINS round to see Redneck#2, very much alive. His name
is EARL.
EARL
You thought I was dead?
RHODES
Err...yeah.
EARL
Well I ain't, takes more'n 'at, to get
a tough'un like old Earl.
Earl picks up his own shotgun, a Pump-action Remington.
EARL (CONT'D)
Fuckin' sissy blob's gone bye-byes,
so's Cletus and your boys.
RHODES
Maybe they all died.
EARL
Hell, naww, they gots in the danged
truck, scooted off. I decided ta'
hide, I couldn't risk gettin' killed.
I wanna get home to have some of the
beer that we gat' in the doggone
cellar.
RHODES
Beer in the cellar? Don't you mean
fridge?
EARL
The fidge-a-whatta?
RHODES
Nevermind. Where shall we go, my log
cabin or your house?
EARL
Well the rest are at mah' house.
Can ye' walk?
Rhodes PAINFULLY stands.
RHODES
(Shaky)
Just about.
EARL
C'mon, let's move. If y'all cain't
run, then we'll just hafta walk
fast.
Earl and Rhodes walk at a fast, but slightly shaky
speed.
A few squirrels dance ahead.
The moon shines down on them.
EARL (CONT'D)
Damned whoosie blob, he must be
terrified of us...
A tentacle SLAPS onto Earl, lifting him eight foot into
the air.
Rhodes TOPPLES, begins ROLLING down the side of the hill.
Gaining more and more speed, screaming louder.
Earl's GUNSHOTS are heard from above.
EXT. DITCH -- CONTINUOUS
Rhodes freefalls fifteen foot from the side of the hill and
lands on his arse in a muddy ditch.
EARL (V.O)
(Gunfire)
Yeah, you's ain't nothin' but a
danged coward.
Rhodes slowly opens his eyes, looks around, feels for his
SHOTGUN -- eventually he finds it.
RHODES
Man...
He faints.
FADE TO:
INT. FARMHOUSE -- NIGHT
We PAN THROUGH the farmhouse, it's quite large but everything
inside is very drab and there is nothing but furniture, an
old stove, an open fire and things like that. No electricity
apart from gas-controlled lamps.
We pan into:
INT. WEAPONS ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The weapons room, although lit by a lamp, is dark and
also drab. But hundreds of animal heads and different types of
blades and guns hang on the wall.
We pan past the animal heads and find a SINGLE HUMAN HEAD
hanging on the wall. Written under it in very scrawly, child
like handwriting is: "Man who killed our dog".
CUT TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM (FARMHOUSE) -- NIGHT
Inside the drab little living room, the Hunters are packed
onto the chairs. There are about eleven of them and they are
all ROCKING CHAIRS. Cletus isn't here, but someone else is.
He's a craggy, silent old man who sits there chewing on his
old wooden, "Popeye"-style pipe. A double-barrelled shotgun
is always by his side. This is GRANDPA.
An awkward silence has fallen over the room.
George takes out a packet of gum, peels it open. He takes
a wad then offers it to the others. A few take a piece,
George gets up and walks over to Grandpa, who is rocking
quietly.
GEORGE
Gum?
A pause.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
It's spearmint flavour.
Grandpa looks at him strangely, George turns and heads
off. When he sits down he notices that Grandpa is still
staring at him. Grandpa stares at him like this in
nearly every scene that they are in.
LUKE
I think he's more of a Peppermint
person.
Charley cackles.
CHARLEY
Yeah.
Grandpa still stares at George, even when Cletus enters.
CLETUS
Damned Able's drunk all the danged
motherfuckun' beers!
FIELDS
I think in the morning we should
make a break for the log cabin,
call the police.
LUKE
D'you have a telephone?
CLETUS
Nope. We used to, but we only watched
the wrestlin' and the boxin' on it,
Earl got angry 'cos Triple H didn't
win so he blew it inta' two 'alves
with his 12-bor Sh'a't-goon.
LUKE
Oh...
TAYLOR
D'you have any ammo for our guns?
CLETUS
Hell yeah. Gun's are me and Grandpa's
passion.
TAYLOR
Can you show me?
CLETUS
Hell yeeeah.
Cletus and Taylor EXIT.
George yawns and rocks harder in his chair, Grandpa's
wizened old face is still glued to him.
FIELDS
Think he likes you.
CHARLEY
Yeah, George, you've pulled.
(Cackles)
GRAVES
Charley, you have the most
annoying damned laugh.
CHARLEY
I know.
CUT TO:
EXT. DITCH -- NIGHT
Rhodes begins crawling through the muddy ditch. Shotgun
in one hand, the other hand gripping grass and dirt, anything
to help him move.
There's a LOUD SNAP.
Rhodes looks around.
Suddenly a LOG DROPS DOWN right next to him, Rhodes SQUEALS.
RHODES
AAAGH!
But it has given him away, there's a loud THWIP noise and
A TENTACLE SHOOTS out.
Rhodes rolls out of the way, but it grabs the log and
DRAGS it out of frame. Rhodes BOBS up, but the log hits him
in the side of the head.
RHODES
YAAW!
Quick as lightning, a TENTACLE CATCHES around Rhodes' leg.
Pulling him up.
RHODES (CONT'D)
NOOOO!
Rhodes COMES FLYING out of the ditch, another TENTACLE
catches him, AND ANOTHER.
Rhodes' hand closes around its SHOTGUN.
EXT. HILL -- CONTINUOUS
Rhodes is pulled up by the THREE TENTACLES, but he has
a mean grin on his face as he holds the SHOTGUN.
Evidentally a plan has began to form.
As he passes up he sees EARL, lying in a group of thick
bushes.
EXT. FOREST -- CONTINUOUS
Rhodes is YANKED up, flying into the air. His glasses drop
off his nose, landing with a plop. He looks down, and sees
THE MASS!
RHODES
Sheeet!
Rhodes is being lowered towards the MONSTER. Slime bubbles
at the thought of a meal.
Rhodes is lowered two foot closer. Another tentacle appears
with Earl's CORPSE on it.
He takes a CHANCE; FIRES his first barrel, blow one of the
tentacles away.
Rhodes falls to the right slightly, STRUGGLES, he aims:
And notices that the creature has FOUR WHITE EYEBALLS.
He SHOOTS one of them.
The CREATURE HOWLS WITH PAIN.
Rhodes is FLUNG through the air, now only one of the
TENTACLES holding him.
It lets go.
Rhodes is DROPPED into The Mass.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
INT. WEAPONS ROOM -- NIGHT
Cletus and Taylor walk into the weapons room that we saw earlier.
Cletus begins expertly handling the weapons and finding hidden
staches of ammo.
CLETUS
One of yer party's lost his gun
ain't he?
TAYLOR
Yeah, George dropped it on the way.
Cletus takes out a BRAND NEW AUTOSHOTGUN, a sharp looking dagger
has been duct-taped onto it to make a bayonet. He passes it to
Taylor with some cartons of shells.
CLETUS
There, but y'all give it back when
we're done.
TAYLOR
I will.
Cletus begins pulling out ammo.
CLETUS
Oh, ah just love a chaance' ta
go ta' battle.
VOICE
Cletus? Earl? Anee'bady' home?
CLETUS
RED! In the weapons room, ah gots
some important information ta
tell ya.
(To Taylor)
Thas' mah older brother, Red,
he was in bed with an earache,
couldn'a heard all the shots.
TAYLOR
(Sarcastic)
Musta been a bad one.
RED steps through the door. A skinny Redneck with a mop of
greasy red hair. He wears tattered jeans and a tanktop.
RED
Whas' been a-goin' on, Brother
Cletus?
CLETUS
Nothin', brother Reyyd. How's
yer ear, brother Reyyd?
RED
Fine, Brother Cletus. What is it
you wanna tell me brother Cletus?
And who're all these town 'n'
city folk?
Taylor stares open mouthed at this stupid exchange
of words.
CLETUS
Well, brother Red, me, Earl and
Able went inta' the woods to
sort out some woman who was
backchattun' us, but we didn't
realize she was with the hunters,
just as they arrived we was suddenly
attacked by a doggone blob of grey
slime.
(Pause)
Killed Earl, Able, the girl and two
of their other friends. Just sucked
'em in.
(Pause)
Sheeet. We're givun' the huntin'
boys some ammo and come ta'marrer'
mornun' we gonna kick some slime
ass, know what I mean, Brother
Red?
RED
Yes, brother Cletus, ah know what
you mean. An' ah'll be danged
coon if ah ain't go' help y'all
and the huntin' boys.
Cletus puts all the ammo in a satchel.
CLETUS
C'mon, let's get back to Grandpa
else he maght' start gettun'
horny or somethun'.
CUT TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
The group sit in silence on their rocking chairs, then:
FIELDS
Think the dogs'll be okay?
GRAVES
Yeah, I chained 'em up afore' we left.
Red, Cletus and Taylor enter.
CLETUS
Hey, guys, this's mah brother Red.
RED
Evenin'.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
Superimpose: Morning, after a long, sleepless night.
INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAWN
The group begin to see the first cracks of sunlight
pierce the windows.
THEY HAVE SURVIVED THE NIGHT!
Those who were faintly asleep wake up.
RED
Well, it's mornin'. Ain't it best
that we start early?
GEORGE
Where's your toilet?
RED
Down the hall, third door on the
right.
Exit George.
CUT TO:
INT. BATHROOM -- DAWN
George comes into the small and dark bathroom, he closes the
door and looks for a lock--there isn't one.
GEORGE
Damn.
He looks for a light switch--there isn't one!
George groans and opens the toilet seat, he begins a long
and fruitful pisss.
GEORGE (CONT'D)
Ahhhh....
Suddenly a DARK SHADOW moves across the small, distorted
bathroom window. He is moving in the hall outside.
George NOTICES.
Suspensive music.
George desperatly tries to finish his piss, he can't!
It's one of those ones that you think will go on forever.
The door swings open.
George, spins, ATTACKING the person with a wave of piss.
GRANDPA is standing at the door.
George zips up.
GRANDPA
(As George washes his
hands)
Ah love you, sonny-Jim.
George runs out, SCREAMING.
Grandpa licks at the piss which is one his jacket.
CUT TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM -- DAWN
Superimpose: Soon
The group are armed and all geared up to go. Taylor
has assumed position as the leader. He raises his Winchester.
TAYLOR
Okay, on the count of three
we burst through the door and
run.
Weapons are pumped and safety-catches clicked off.
TAYLOR (CONT'D)
3...2...1. GO! GO! GO!
EXT. FOREST CLEARING -- CONTINUOUS
The hunters, minus Grandpa, BURST out and DASH madly
into the forest.
A ROAR COMES FROM BEHIND.
EXT. FOREST -- CONTINUOUS
Taylor runs a few steps ahead of the others. Fields
brings up the rear.
ANGLE ON:
Red, he TRIPS over a large branch.
BACK TO SCENE
Red's shotgun goes off. BLASTING Charley backwards.
RED
Shit! Sorry!
Charley gets up.
TAYLOR
Charley...no!
CHARLEY
It's okay, it's okay! It
only missed me!
Red pulls himself up, but a TENTACLE SEIZES him.
RED
(Shooting)
Sheet!
Red is lifted ten foot into the air, while bullets
fly, trying to rescue him from the extra-terrestrial's
grip.
Red is dragged O.S.
RED (O.S)
Brother Cletus, runnnnn!
Cletus follows his brother's instructions as do the
others.
CHARLEY
Aren't you sad about your brother?
CLETUS
Nope. Ah don't danged feel emotion.
A SCREAM.
CHARLEY
There goes "brother Reeyyd".
Suddenly there's a loud snap underfoot, they look down
and see RHODES' GLASSES.
LUKE
Shit...Rhodes...
As they run past Luke picks up the glasses and tucks them
into his pocket, a memoir of an old and good friend.
EXT. HILL -- CONTINUOUS
They run over the hill that leads to the log cabin.
FIELDS
Here we are!
EXT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
The gang get a SHOCK, when they see that all the TRUCKS
have been reduced to crushed up bits of metal!
TAYLOR
FUCK!
They all pile into the log cabin, and that's when Cletus
STEPS ON A BEAR TRAP!!!!
CLETUS
(Gun going off)
AIEEE!
TAYLOR
Oooh...where'd that come from?
CLETUS
HELP! HEEEYYYLP!
Austin jumps to save him, but a TENTACLE SLAPS onto
Cletus' shoulder.
CLETUS (CONT'D)
NNOOO!
Cletus is dragged free of the BEAR TRAP.
Austin UNSLINGS his bown and lets loose an arrow, it hits
one of the many, tadpole like cells in the creature's
tentacle, the tentacle SNAPS off and drops to the
ground.
Blobs of slime smack into Cletus.
It unclenches and Cletus falls out.
AUSTIN
HE'S ALIVE!
Austin drags Cletus inside the door.
GEORGE
C'mon, get inside.
Austin grimaces and lets loose another ARROW before runnin
inside.
The arrow, which landed in a tree, is pulled out by two
Tentacles.
CUT TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
The door is slammed by the ever-ready Taylor, he BOLTS it.
TAYLOR
Whatever it is that's out there
is clever.
(Pause)
Very clever.
(Pause)
It can set traps to catch its
prey and all sorts. But the only
thing is, it doesn't want to eat
or absorb us.
(Pause)
It wants to challenge us.
CLETUS
Ah cain't feel mah legs!
TAYLOR
It is using us as a kind of experiment.
Killing the injured ones, Rhodes and
Hawes. Killing the female, Carla and
trying to kill the unintelligent ones--
Red and almost Cletus.
(Pause)
Evidentally it thinks that able-bodied
men are the best apponents.
Cletus suddenly stands up.
CLETUS
Mah head...mah head's gone cucker'
Cletus eyes roll backwards untill they turn an illuminous
green colour.
AUSTIN
(Jumping away from
Cletus)
Son of a bitch!
Cletus drops his shotgun. He opens his mouth and SLIME
POURS out onto the floor. CREATING A BABY BLOB MONSTER.
Cletus GRABS at Graves, the nearest person to him. Graves
SPINS on his heel and SOCKS Cletus under the chin, Cletus
slams into a chair, the chair pitches forward and knocks
into a fruitbowl.
The mini-blob IS DESTROYED BY GUNFIRE before it even
stands a chance and BURNS TO A CRISP.
Cletus goes bezerk, banging into things and ATTACKING
with pure VENOM.
Charley stands there, Cletus grabs him and BEGINS
SMACKING HIM WILDLY against the wall, Charley bouncing
all over the place.
George raises his rifle and SHOOTS Cletus in the shoulder,
Charley is dropped and he hits the wall with a dull
thud.
TAYLOR
HE'S POSSESSED! KILL HIM!
Cletus GRABS Charley again and THROWS him into a table,
Charley and the table crash over. Empty plates and mugs
SMASH on the floor. Charley's hand is impaled on a plug.
Charley SCREAMS.
CHARLEY
AAAAAIEEEEEE!
Austin tries to fire an arrow, but Cletus grabs a chair
and hits him in the side of the face with it.
BULLETS are fired, but they don't seem to hurt the
mad CLETUS.
Luke drops his gun and WHIPS out his groulching knife,
he dodges some of Fields' bullets and JUMPS ONTO
Cletus back, they struggle and TOPPLE onto a bookcase.
CHARLEY
AAGH! MY HAND! MY HAND!
Graves comes into action and begins PUNCHING Cletus,
Cletus HURLS Luke off him and Luke smashes into a coat
hanger, STABBING HIMSELF with it.
LUKE
Uuugh.....
CHARLEY
My hand's gonna fall off!
Luke drops down the wall, leaving a trickle of blood
behind.
George comes at Cletus, swinging a CROWBAR, he jams
the crowbar in Cletus, but Cletus UPPERCUTS George
to the chin and hits him with a big dictionary.
Austin SHOOTS Cletus in the head with an Arrow,
the Possessed Cletus drops INSTANTLY.
TAYLOR
Very intriguing, so that's how
they breed. If slime gets into
the victim's mouth they give birth
to another blob and become insane
in the process.
(Pause)
Well, my friends, we've passed the
first "test".
George climbs to his feet.
GEORGE
Shit, I thought he'd kill us all.
Graves is knelt over Charley.
AUSTIN
How is he?
GRAVES
Alive.
Charley raggedly gets to his feet.
CHARLEY
I'll live...I hope.
AUSTIN
(Sees the blood pouring from
Charley's hand)
Let's get that bandaged up.
Luke pulls the end of the coat hanger from his shoulder,
a little drop of blood comes out.
CHARLEY
Yeah.
LUKE
Aagh, bitch.
GEORGE
You okay?
LUKE
Never been better.
Charley is being led over to be plastered up.
CHARLEY
Damn, I feel bad.
GRAVES
(Smiles)
You look it too.
CHARLEY
Oi!
SMASH!
GEORGE
What was that?
A tentacle TEARS through the WINDOW (now smashed) and
seizes George by his Levi's. George is dragged up.
Everyone stares, terrified.
CHARLEY
GEORGE!
A tentacle SLAPS round Charley's neck, pulling him
through the window also.
CHARLEY (CONT'D)
Not meeeeee!
George has an IDEA. He quickly undoes his belt and LEAPS
right out of his trousers.
He lands in a HEAP on the floor.
Charley disappears out the window and is gone into the
night.
CHARLEY (O.S)
AAAGH!
OUTSIDE: Charley's head is pulled off.
TAYLOR
Did any slime go into your
mouth, George?
GEORGE
N...no...no...oooh...I was so
scared....
Graves turns to look outside.
GRAVES' P.O.V:
As Rhodes, Earl, Able, Red, Carla, Hawes and Charley (headless)
MARCH towards the house. Their eyes are all madly coloured,
just like how Cletus and the deer's eyes were like.
GRAVES (O.S)
You might just wanna take a look
outside.
BACK TO SCENE
The men crowd to the window. George slips on another pair
of jeans.
FIELDS
Shit! Shit! Shit! We're all gonna
die! Aren't we, Taylor?
TAYLOR
(Dumbfouned)
N...not a chance. Then again if we
do, we'll go down with a fight.
Everyone go for your guns and remember,
go for the head!
Everyone begins loading, ready to battle to the end.
TAYLOR (CONT'D)
Graves, Luke, go outside and fight
from out there. We need a frontline
of defence.
GRAVES
(Knowing he'll die
anyway)
Okay.
Graves and Luke dash out.
The group begin SHOOTING through the smashed window. Able
goes down.
CUT TO:
EXT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
Graves and Luke hide behind a water barrel.
GRAVES
Okay, I'm gonna go around the
side for a better shot, you stay
here and cover me.
LUKE
Okay, good luck.
Graves grins and DASHES out. The VICTIMS begin chasing
him, very fast, faster than he expected.
Luke pops out, FIRING ROUND AFTER ROUND. He CAPS
Charley.
He fires again, CAPPING Red.
Graves RUNS as fast as he can, wishing he had stayed
where they were safe.
CUT TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
Austin moves to an unsmashed window.
AUSTIN
Open the windows! Saves all the
glass.
He swings the window open.
CUT TO:
EXT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
The WINDOW flies open, SMACKING into Graves. Graves
drops, STONE DEAD.
LUKE
GRAAVES!
Rhodes and Carla GRAB him from behind.
Austin begins, guilitly, firing from his window.
Graves is grabbed by a MASS of TENTACLES. He disappears from
view.
Luke breaks free from his attackers and MAKES a dash for
the cabin, George is PULLED through the smashed window
by eight RAPIDLY APPEARING tentacles.
GEORGE
No! No! No! Tell the wives and
kids I won't be home for Christmas...
George disappears from view.
Luke sees his best friend disappear, he sobs a little but
turns and RUNS into the log cabin, SHOULDERING the door
open.
CUT TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
Fields, Austin, Fields, Taylor and Luke --
the last SURVIVORS -- blow away the rest of the
victims.
LUKE
Shit...it's over...all over...
TAYLOR
Just a thought, for Charley,
George, Graves, Rhodes and of
course Carla.
FIELDS
Hawes?
AUSTIN
Come on, man, no one liked him.
TAYLOR
You have a point.
FIELDS
Shall we ride off into the sunset
then?
TAYLOR
Are you joking?
(Incredolous grin)
We haven't killed the monster
yet!
AUSTIN
What?
TAYLOR
It's still out there, waiting for
us.
AUSTIN
Well the trucks are smashed, so
much for getting help!
TAYLOR
So we have to fight, or at least go
down fighting.
AUSTIN
Why? It's so pointless!
TAYLOR
Never say that.
FIELDS
Well, I'm gonna make a sandwich. If
I can't die happy, then I don't wanna
die hungry.
LUKE
Heh, good one.
Fields EXITS.
AUSTIN
Fuck this.
Austin grabs his bow, quiver of arrows and coat. He
moves to the door. But Taylor steps into his way, holding out
his upraised palm.
TAYLOR
Aht-ah.
(Pause)
Sorry, we can't have suicide
going on.
Austin pushes him out of the way.
LUKE
Austin, listen to him, he's only
telling the truth!
AUSTIN
So? I honestly don't care, we're
all gonna die anyway. Sooner or
later, especially with an Alien
Blob just outside.
Austin kicks the door open, and walks out in disgust.
The minute he does a MASS OF TENTACLES FLY AT HIM. Taylor
flings the door open further and drags Austin in, slamming
it shut.
TAYLOR
See? See? That door isn't just a
door...it's the door to death.
AUSTIN
So? So what? I can kill it, honestly.
TAYLOR
Go on then.
Austin FLINGS open the door, sees the tentacles and SLAMS it
shut.
AUSTIN
Okay, maybe I can't.
LUKE
Can't we blow it up?
FIELDS (O.S)
With what?
LUKE
Hell...chemicals and sprays and
stuff.
TAYLOR
Well, we could try Molotvs. They tend
to be quite effective.
FIELDS (O.S)
Might set up a forest fire.
TAYLOR
Well...
CUT TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- MOMENTS LATER
Fields comes up with four Whiskey bottles in his hands.
FIELDS
Best I could find.
Luke appears with a Wine bottle.
TAYLOR
Good, well, better than nothing.
Taylor takes out a few oil-soaked rags and begins fitting
them in the neck of each bottle, popping off the tops as
he does so.
TAYLOR (CONT'D)
Anyone got a light?
Austin lights a cigarette then throws a lighter to Taylor.
Taylor looks at the bottles, then outside at the ALIEN as it slowly
glides across the grassy forest, waiting for them.
TAYLOR (CONT'D)
If this is a test...I think we
might just get top marks.
Taylor opens the window (which killed Graves) and lights the wine
bottle, he tosses it out. It lands a few inches from the Mass and
EXPLODES. Chunks of slime are blown up.
Luke SHOOTS at the madly crawling alien.
Austin lights and throws one of the whiskey bottles, he goes wide
but still manages to burn the side of the creature. It HOWLS
with a vast, alien sound.
Fields throws the other bottle--SCORES A DIRECT HIT.
FIELDS
Steeerike!
The startled creature desperatley drags its half burning form
away.
Austin grabs the other, sets it alight.
But a tentacle GRABS the bottle and knocks it from his hand.
AUSTIN
AAGH!
The wall EXPLODES in FLAMES. Austin, Fields, Taylor and Luke
DASH away from it, two tentacles RIP through a window. Slashing
out at the place around them.
AUSTIN (CONT'D)
Right.
He takes out his bow and LAUNCHES an arrow at the tentacle,
SLAMMING through it. Slime OOZES.
The group hop around wildly trying to escape the fire. Fields'
leg is set on fire.
FIELDS
Uht oh!
He begins HOPPING AROUND like a MANIAC, smashing into tables,
chairs and anything in the wall. He falls onto his side, he
rolls and the flames gradually die out.
AUSTIN
I bet we killed it.
THREE TENTACLES SUDDENLY SEIZE AUSTIN!!!!!!
Austin grabs his bow and lets out a grin as he is dragged
out of the WINDOW.
AUSTIN (CONT'D)
(Laughing)
Ha, if only it knew, if only it knew.
Austin DISAPPEARS.
LUKE
What was he on about?
TAYLOR
He'd clearly gone mad. Best to ignore
him.
A huge INHUMAN HOWL from somewhere and MAD GIGGLING, the giggling
that is Austin's.
CUT TO:
EXT. HILL -- DAY
Austin lies on the hill, an arrow rests through the Blob's
third eye. Two more eyes left.
The tentacles YANK Austin in. But Austin draws the .38.
He begins BLASTING chunks of slime out.
Firing all SIX ROUNDS before being sucked in.
The Mass is now CRITICALLY INJURED.
AUSTIN (INSIDE BLOB)
Yeah, never mess with Travis Austin
again!
BACK TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
Taylor, Luke and Fields--the only survivors stand there.
Unsure what to do. They know for certain now that the monster
isn't dead. In fact, it must be unkillable.
FIELDS
Shall we shoot ourselves?
TAYLOR
You can if you want, but I don't
think it'll help.
LUKE
Well...I need the toilet.
Luke exits.
Taylor begins coughing.
FIELDS
You okay?
QUICKCUT TO:
EXT. HALL -- CONTINUOUS
Luke walks through the small hall to the bathroom.
Luke stops as he hears a loud creak, turns round. The bathroom
door smashes open. TWO DARK FORMS leap on him, knocking him
to the side. He drops his gun -- is about to scream --
Realizes it's only the two dogs!
LUKE
(Laughing at himself)
Oh, Scorch, Rover-you scared the
crap outa me!
CRUNCH! Suddenl Fields SLAMS STRAIGHT THROUGH THE WALL, he
then slams through another wall and comes to a rest in the
storage closet.
LUKE (CONT'D)
Err, Fields? You okay?
A growl from behind, Luke spins around.
LUKE'S P.O.V
Through the hole in the wall that Fields made; a DARK FIGURE
stands in the kitchen, near the closed front door.
BACK TO SCENE
Luke panics, he left his gun in the kitchen.
LUKE (CONT'D)
TAYLOR! TAYLOR! HELP!
The DARK FIGURE begins RUNNING, VERY FAST.
Luke grabs the dogs and runs into the bathroom.
INT. BATHROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Luke slams and locks the door, just as his ATTACKER arrives.
A FURY of BANGS are heard on the door. Luke, now terrified,
ducks back to the toilet, he sits on the toilet seat.
The door begins to CREAK and slowly give in to the mass
attack of PUNCHES.
Luke sits there. His eyes patrol the room, taking in everything
about the small place. The toilet, the tiny shower, the mass
of deodrants and perfume products which belonged to Carla
and all the other friends who he has now lost.
Luke's mind, in the moments before "death", slowly drifts back
to his life. A QUICK BLACK AND WHITE MONTAGE. Containing just
an average twenty-something's life so far. Things like:
Being sent out by an irate maths teacher, he and a younger
George stuck on a huge rollercoaster together and looking
absolutely terrified.
Straddling a girl up against the wall, him, George and
Charley eagerly watching a nudie booth, getting a job promotion,
hunting...seeing the deers for the first time.
Suddenly he SNAPS back to normal after a loud SMASH. The door
has buckled in and will break any minute. Luke sighs and takes
out his groulching knife. He runs his finger across the razor
sharp blade, a slight trickle of blood comes out.
Luke raises the knife, is he about to kill himself? No.
THE DOOR SMASHES INWARDS, PLANKS OF WOOD SPEWING OUT AT ALL
ANGLES. WE ARE STUNNED BY WHAT IS STANDING THERE -- THE POSSESSED
TAYLOR!!!!!!
FLASHBACK
To when they meet the blob for the first time, and it is shot
and all the goo hits Taylor.
BACK TO SCENE
Luke grabs the Knife up and raises it.
LUKE
BACK OFF!!
Taylor does not back off, he CHARGES at Luke, hitting him and
flaling with his outstretched arms.
Luke hits his head on the toilet, and Taylor is all over him
-- ZOMBIE STYLE.
The dogs attack Taylor, trying to drive him away -- Taylor
fights with muscles of iron. Luke SLAMS the knife into
Taylor's small of his back.
Taylor PITCHES forward, landing on his back, but he springs
up and grabs the weaponless Luke, Luke KICKS and struggles
SLAMMING TAYLOR into the windowsill, but Luke falls onto
a wire basket used for dirty clothes, he's stuck.
Taylor closes in.
A DOOR IS BUST OPEN FROM SOMEWHERE.
Taylor grins; his cavalary have arrived.
Taylor grabs at Luke, knife still JUTTING from his back.
The dogs SNAP VICIOUSLY at his heels.
A LOUD EXPLOSION from somewhere.
Taylor and Luke both look confused.
ANOTHER EXPLOSION.
TAYLOR BLOWS INTO SMITHEREENS! TEARING THE ROOM WITH GOO.
Luke instantly closes his mouth and wipes the goo off of
him. The explosions were actually GUNSHOTS.
Luke turns to the doorway. A man enters.
Luke smiles. It is GEORGE! He holds the autoshotgun/
bayonet that the Rednecks gave him
LUKE
You took your time!
GEORGE
At least I came!
LUKE
Did you swallow any goo?
GEORGE
No. I wouldn't have come back if
I had. That thing dropped me just
as we were coming over the clearing,
I crawled into a ditch and it couldn't
see me, I came straight back.
LUKE
So that's it then? Fields, Austin,
Taylor, Carla, Hawes, the Rednecks,
Rhodes, Charley, Graves...All it
needs to do now is get us.
GEORGE
Yeah, but surely there's a way to
stop them?
LUKE
You can't stop the unstoppable, George.
George FALTERS.
GEORGE
It's out there and it's pissed off.
LUKE
We know.
Taylor suddenly grabs Luke's leg. Luke SCREAMS.
TAYLOR
(Faint)
Eyes...shoot...eyes...
Taylor DIES.
GEORGE
What?
LUKE
He said shoot for the eyes.
GEORGE
What, his eyes?
LUKE
No! The monster's eyes! Idiot.
They turn and look at FIELDS, who lies in the storage
room. Is he unconscious or dead?
LUKE
Is he...?
GEORGE
I dunno.
LUKE
The monster is critically injured
now. After the screams it made when
it got Austin, I think he put an
arrow in its eye. I say we go out and
y'know...shoot.
George and Luke nod.
They gather up some weapons. Luke picks up some
matches and a can of De-icer.
GEORGE
What's that for?
LUKE
To set it alight, weaken it!
Then we can get close enough to
fuck the bastard up.
GEORGE
Shoot its eyeballs out?
LUKE
Hell yeah.
GEORGE
Okay then.
LUKE
First we need to draw it
out.
GEORGE
How?
LUKE
You'll see.
Luke moves into:
INT. KITCHEN AREA -- CONTINUOUS
Luke takes a chopping board out. George looks at him
funnily. Luke holds out a hand; "Wait a second". Luke pulls
out a SHARP BREAD-KNIFE, he takes it and SLASHES into his
thumb. A trickling of blood steadily pours out.
Luke pushes it more and more, more blood begins to come out.
Luke takes the knife and SMEARS blood all over the place.
LUKE (CONT'D)
As it only has a few eyes left we
heard from the scream and what Taylor
said, before he was murdered he
probably had a connection with the
alien.
(Pause)
So if it can't see very well then
it'll be able to sniff the warm blood
-- my blood.
GEORGE nods, finally understanding.
Luke puts a piece of brocolli on top.
LUKE (CONT'D)
Just for decoration.
Luke takes the chopping board. George grabs his autoshotgun.
CHIT-CHIT, he pumps it.
LUKE (CONT'D)
Cover Me.
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
Luke and George move through the living room are and into
the other hall. He moves through the hall, unbolts and
unlocks the door.
He SWINGS the door open.
EXT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
Luke jumps into the clearing; his eyes DART around to find
any signs of the ALIEN. None. Luke dives into a clump of
leves. He puts the chopping board down.
And rushes back in.
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
The door is closed slightly, but left ajar. Both of them
peer outside. Luke clutches his Winchester, George holds
his autoshotgun.
The BAYONET GLINTS slowly.
LUKE
Any minute now...
They wait in silence, the sun silhouetting them with its
simmering rays of golden light.
A growling sound.
A critically injured BLOB dances out into frame, it
creeps towards the chopping board, its two remaining
eyes straining to keep a look on anything.
Luke raises his rifle, looks to the scope, he CLICKS
the bolt and...
SMACK! A tentacle flies at him, getting him round
the foot.
Luke is DRAGGED out.
GEORGE FIRES -- HE MISSES.
EXT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
George RAMS the bayonet down onto the tentacle and Luke
is able to pull free.
He rushes at the mass, FIRING his Rifle.
ANGLE ON:
The blob as it SPLITS in half. One eye on the left half,
one eye on the right.
BACK TO SCENE
One blob half skitters one way, the other half skitters
the other way.
LUKE
You go left, I'll go right.
FOLLOW LUKE; as he dashes through the forest, jumping over
tree trunks and ducking low hanging branches. He is desperatly
trying to catch up with the now faster moving Mass half.
The POSSESSED AUSTIN comes out of the trees.
Luke doesn't hesitate and FIRES while running, the round
HAMMERS into Austin and he drops.
Luke veers out of Austin's way.
LUKE
Hasta la vista, bebe.
Luke jumps a log and moves to the stream where he shot the
deer.
Suddenly a horrible thought hits him! That stream leads
into a spring which provides drinking water...if the
blob gets to it...
LUKE (CONT'D)
That's drinking water! You
can't!
Luke suddenly gets his SECOND WIND and CRANKS his
gear stick up, he SPRINTS faster and faster until
he reaches the stream, he SCREECHES into the way of the blob.
It dives, it has to get there!
The BLOB JUMPS THROUGH THE AIR, but Luke BOOTS it as
hard as he can, the blob gets caught on his foot. Luke
accidentally drops his gun, it lands in the water.
The Mass now crawls up his leg, it knows that if it
kills him now it'll save a lot of trouble in the future.
Luke panics, reaching for his ever trusty knife --
he left it indoors!
The mass's tentacle reaches over to his eyes --
Luke FUMBLES for something anything, he SWATS the tentacle
away with a hand.
Luke pulls out something: RHODES' GLASSES.
He JAMS the side into the eye, it POPS. The creature
screams and SINKS to the ground. DYING.
Luke BEGINS SPRAYING it with de-icer, he lights and then
flicks a match onto it.
FLAMES LICK UPWARDS and burn the monster to a crisp.
Luke takes off his jumper and pats out the small fire.
ANGLE ON:
The crisp, it slowly FALLS into the water!!!!
ANGLE ON:
Luke, who saw it, the look on his face says it all.
Superimpose: "Just a harmless crisp or the remains of a
hostile and highly contagious monster from another
galaxy?".
BACK TO SCENE
Luke turns and dashes back to find George.
CUT TO:
EXT. FURTHER IN FOREST -- DAY
George is running through the woods, he ducks to avoid a
low hanging branch and LEAPS over a mass of rocks. He looks
ahead, the creature is a few metres ahead; BARELY.
He pushes himself forward, Autoshotgun hanging loose in
one hand.
He ducks a mountain of falling dirt and a flock of madly
tweeting birds.
George looks up, the mass is slowing considerably, a large
LOG is ahead.
George looks to his side; sees a huge dirt dune. He rushes
along the side of the dune and lands on the log.
The Mass crawls up, George puts his foot in the middle
of the blob, squeezing with his heel -- trying to cause
as much pain as possible.
The Mass begins to howl.
TWIGS snap in the distance as Luke runs to them.
George puts his other heel in, CRUSHING chunks of slime making
the monster suffer for what it did to his friends.
He continues this.
It looks up at him, one eye staring.
GEORGE
Ugly bastard.
George DIGS in a few minutes longer then unstraps his
autoshotgun. He AIMS.
Luke appears in frame, Rifle in hand.
KABLAM! George shoots the eyeball, the mass looks up
at him. FINALLY DEFEATED.
LUKE
Well done.
George climbs off, wipes the slime from his heels.
GEORGE
Did you get the other one?
LUKE
Yep.
(Pause)
Out the way.
He sprays the monster with de-icer and sets it alight.
They watch it burn down to a crisp then STAMP the flames
out.
LUKE (CONT'D)
We've done it!
We've done it!
GEORGE
Big deal, c'mon lets go.
They leave. A short while later and SHAW comes into frame.
He grimaces.
SHAW
One thing I hate about
Tennessee, all the danged demons
and aliens.
Shaw KICKS dirt over the alien.
CUT TO:
INT. LOG CABIN -- DAY
Luke and George, both exhausted heroes, enter the log
cabin. Guns held low.
GEORGE
So those deers must have been
possessed by the blob?
LUKE
Yep. Anyway, fancy a beer?
GEORGE
Any time's beer time.
They laugh.
LUKE
Well, I think we passed the
alien's test.
ANGLE OVER GEORGE AND LUKE'S SHOULDER
As a pair of hands slowly pat their shoulders.
SHOCK CUT TO BLACK:
FIELDS (V.O)
Did you kill it?
Roll Credits.
THE END
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