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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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