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A HIGH ROAD TO NEVADA---by The Goose A HIGH ROAD TO NEVADA (Note: For a full-length view this script should be viewed in Courier "12" [not courier new]) Produced for the 209 films horror competition. OPEN UP ON: ENT. OPEN DESERTED ROAD. NIGHT It's a late, cold, cold, cold, December evening. A large blue winnebega comes across this deserted plain. Rock & Roll bursts open from the radio. SHAWN BARBESHIRE, drives. He's long and thin, with a lot of short-cut blonde hair. In the back of the wagon is LANCE COHEN. also tall, but muscular in a well-set frame. As Shawn drives we watch the solemn deserted countryside whiz by. SHAWN What are you doing? LANCE Why, sitting here freezing my ass off. Thanks for asking, and you? SHAWN Great, say are there any leather-gloves in the back their. My hands are gettin' cold. LANCE Err...yeh. Sure, let me have a quick look. Lance finds a pair of leather driving-gloves, he tosses them to Shawn. Who nods in thanks. Shawn runs a hand through his hair then puts the gloves on. They slide on easily. The radio starts crackling with interference. SHAWN Piece of crap. Lemme' have a look at it... Shawn begins fiddling with the dials on the radio. More crackling, but in the mist of the crackling A LONG DEEP AND COLD VOICE flickers on. Lance and Shawn stop dead. Their blood freezing. Even through the interference the voice is audible and creepy. VOICE I touch your faces...I feel the cold wax in your ears... run it through my fingers...watch it drop silently to the ground...to it's final resting place...I reach out and feel every inch around your body...I look at your build...fat...thin... muscular...it does not matter...I need you...I was possessed before I was born...my body claimed...my soul torn...evil before birth...my body just a crumb of hatred clotting up the arteries of a very slowly receding society...I feed off the hatred and evil of normal beings...I am...I am...your killer...if you can hear this broadcast...YOU ARE IN DANGER... The voice cuts out and Shawn's rock & roll station comes back SHAWN Tell me we didn't just hear that...that... LANCE I did, and I'm scared. Shawn. I'm scared. The moon outside seems to take a more supernatural glow. As the Winnebega continues, it swerves round a corner. As Shawn looks out the window, he can see a burnt out car-chassis. SHAWN Can you see that man? LANCE Yeh.... As they watch long, thin pointed flames lick out from the vehicle. Shawn stops on the side of the road, as they both crane their necks to look, the engine gently purrs. SHAWN Spooky stuff, eh? Reminds me of that film...Um... Deliverance. LANCE Did you hear that guy on the radio? Maybe he done it. SHAWN No, that wouldn't make sense, because he would have to have started that fire up a good ten minutes ago, for it to go that well. And as we saw it just went up. Shawn turns the keys in the lock and swings round out of the grassy area he stopped on. SHAWN D'you remember that time--back home in England. When Randy, Casey, Jake and Bill played on that ouija board? LANCE Ha, ha, ha. Yeh, that was a couple of years ago. Old Casey's dead now, isn't he? SHAWN No! How! LANCE Well he got killed in that truck accident on the M11. SHAWN Shit. D'you remember their faces when it started answering their questions. LANCE Jake was so scared he almost flamin' took a gun to his head. SHAWN Casey dead? Ha. I thought that guy would never go. LANCE Oh...d'you remember Bill's hat...ha.ha..ha. SHAWN What the fedora he said his grandfather used to wear?...The family heirloom? LANCE Yeh. That's the one. Said it was a heirloom... SHAWN (Trying hard not to laugh yet) Oh, y-yeh. Then we found out he bought it from a... BOTH Charity shop... They begin wheezing with laughter. Shawn has to stop, and take his hands off the wheel. LANCE (Impersonating Bill) Oh...my granddad was the biggest toughest Gangster of all time...this was his "killing" hat (Impersonating Shawn) What? Was he the charity shop shooter? They laugh again. SHAWN There was some good times at home. I'll be glad to get back. Shawn starts up the car, and swings out of the lot. As Lance laughs in the back, he turns slightly to the left. LANCE'S P.O.V-LARGE FOREST As he looked, mouth still pasted with mirth. A figure suddenly APPEARS-from the blue. It moves as quick as a knife-beat. Lance has to blink and look again. LANCE Shawn....look! SHAWN Fuck...w...what the hell is that! LANCE I do not know! SHAWN W...well as long as we're still moving it can't get us...right? LANCE (Hesitant) Yeh...err...right. As they continue driving, an eerie silence set over both travellers. The rock & roll station is the only voice. Lance looks hesitantly at Shawn, who nods back. What can they do. Suddenly the radio crackles, Shawn and Lance both miss a heartbeat, the distorted voice is back, except this time louder and more audible. VOICE Fires of hell...forces of evil...all rest in me tonight... Every little thing you do is known to me...any power I have... every evil dead I do...I have sinned...I am a sinner...the sinner... of all sinners...the do-gooder of all...I'm a bad man... (Changes tone) I touch your faces...I feel the cold wax in your ears... run it through my fingers...watch it drop silently to the ground...to it's final resting place...I reach out and feel every inch around your body...I look at your build...fat...thin... muscular...it does not matter...I need you...I was possessed before I was born...my body claimed...my soul torn...evil before birth...my body just a crumb of hatred clotting up the arteries of a very slowly receding society...I feed off the hatred and evil of normal beings...I am...I am...your killer...if you can hear this broadcast...YOU ARE IN DANGER...I need you...Every part of you is needed for you...you ARE DEAD MEN! The rock & roll station comes back. A pale-faced Shawn clicks the radio off. He turns to Lance who shrugs and bites his lips. As Shawn looks back on the road, a car swings out of nowhere, Shawn has no time to do anything. SHAWN Fuck me... CRASSH! The whole front of the Winebega is smashed in, the big vehicle spins off the road. Lance's seatbelt tears in half and he goes smashing against Shawn's chair. The vehicle spins way out of control and drops fifteen foot into a high ditch just off the bank. QUICK SHOTS OF: Both men falling in horror and then them unconscious. HOURS LATER It is now the early hours of the morning. The sun is just beginning to creep up on the chilly, wet, dirty/sandy landscape. A high sun digs up the sandy little mess of road. A load of scorched sand and a few lines of skid marks mark the accident black spot. But there is no sign of the car Lance and Shawn almost crashed into is nowhere to be seen. Lots of torn grass mark the area where the Winnebega went. ENT.WINNEBEGA.EARLY MORNING The windscreen is torn up, with a few spider-web cracks then a big hole in the left side marks danger. Shawn is unconscious. He lies with his head against the side of the broken door. The glove compartment is torn open and a few porn mags, a packet of chewing gum and other assorted inventory rains down on the passenger's seat. If it hadn't of been for his seatbelt Shawn's neck would surely have been broken without recognition. In the back Lance is crushed up against the side of the Winnebega, his seat-belt lies, torn, across his waist. The only thing that saved his life was the small armchair which fell onto him and protected him from serious harm. Shawn stirs. SHAWN Lance...Lance...are you okay, man? No reply. Shawn weakly cranes his neck to look. He can see the overturned armchair. But has no idea where Lance is. He can't turn round fully enough to see Lance's leg- which hang out from under the chair. LANCE Sh...Shawn...was that you? Are we in heaven? SHAWN Fortunately not. Shawn jumps when a spark comes out of the destroyed radio. LANCE Shawn...where am I? I can only see blackness. Shawn clicks his seatbelt off and bends round to see. After a long look, he finally sees Lance's feet under the chair. SHAWN Calm down, Lance. You're sorta trapped under the chair. LANCE Grr. He manages to crawl out of the chair's grip and looks over to Shawn, who grimaces. LANCE Did I just dream last night...y'know with all the voices on the radio. SHAWN Bad news...no we didn't. Shit, you got a bad scratch on your left cheek. LANCE Oh, d'you think the van's a write-off? SHAWN Great, have you got your cell-phone on you. I seem to have lost mine. LANCE Yeh I got it somewhere. Lance pulls out his smashed Flip-phone. LANCE/SHAWN Oooooh. SHAWN Bang goes ringing for help. D'you reckon the other car's a write-off? LANCE What the Saturn? Hell yeh. We ploughed right inta' it. SHAWN We'd better get out, and have a look around. What time d'you make it? LANCE (Checks watch) Three thirty one, and you? SHAWN Three thirty one. Shawn, with a loud sigh, pulls himself up. He suddenly whacks his head against something. On looking up, he sees that the Winnebega has landed on it's side. Shawn shakes his head. SHAWN Bullshit, Lance, is there a tool-kit in the back? LANCE Yeh. What d'you need? SHAWN Something big and easy to knock this flaming door down. LANCE Here. Lance hands Shawn a large mallet. LANCE But why don't you just open the door? SHAWN A) The locking system's messed up. B) The other door is crushed against the bottom of the ditch. LANCE Well, even if the van isn't a write-off it still needs a damn clean. Lance almost jumps out of his skin when he hears a huge SMASHING noise, he swings round. Instead of breaking the door down, Shawn destroys the windscreen. ENT. MUDDY DITCH. E. MORNING (EARLY) Shawn trudges out, with a grim look sandwiched on his face. Lance follows suit. Both of them gasp at the fifteen foot space from the bottom and top of this ditch. SHAWN What d'you suppose we should do now? LANCE Well. We'd better go into the nearest town, or thumb a lift. SHAWN This is Deadsville U.S.A you're not gonna get much here. Lance nods, and looks up. He hurries over and begins climbing the bank, when he looses his grip he just grabs a twig or a stone which may jut out of the bank. EXT. ROAD. E. MORNING Lance climbs to the top and rolls onto the grubby sandy little road. Shawn is close to follow and Lance helps him up. They both look round at the scenery. SHAWN Nice place, huh? LANCE Yeh. Kinda reminds you of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. SHAWN Don't even go there. Shawn heads over to the scuffle marks which were where the Winnebega first lost it's grip. SHAWN So if it was here where we saw this car, then it would of swerved off, about here... He heads over to the foot of the forest, and finds nothing. After gasping he looks around a little further, still nothing. SHAWN Nothing. Lance heads over with him, but can't see anything either. Shawn walks back onto the area where the Winnebega lost control, then he notices something weird. The Saturn's tyre marks go up to the crash-point, but don't go an inch further. SHAWN Well this is crazy. Look. The tyre marks go up to the point where he hit us. Then they just disappear. LANCE Well he isn't in the ditch, and if he went into the forest then there would be marks of a wreckage. SHAWN He could've turned back round? Lance looks at the Saturn's first set of tyre-marks. LANCE Nah. There would be signs of where he turned over. Well there isn't much hope of us gettin' a lift. If no car's come past here for at least the past six hours. Lance stands in the middle of the road and stares forwards. In the horizon nothing but the rest of the road. Shawn looks into the forest. He takes a long, long look. SHAWN Is that a shack there? LANCE What? SHAWN There's a wooden shack there. I wonder.. LANCE Fuck me down. Shawn, I'm not goin' anywhere near that shithole. Think Leatherface, Evil Dead, Jason Voorhees, The Howling...Need I go on? SHAWN Well blast you. I'm goin' there anyway. LANCE I'll wait here by the van, I'm not going anywhere in that place. SHAWN Damn. I'm going anyway. Shawn turns from Lance and hurries off. Lance watches him go, but can't help showing his concern. LANCE Hey! Hey! Wait! Shawn ignores him. LANCE Well don't you at least want a weapon? Shawn is out of earshot. LANCE Fine. Damn you too...I guess. Lance turns and heads back to the ditch. ENT. FOREST. E. MORNING Shawn ignores the voices in his head, telling him to go back and wait with Lance. And he boldly enters the forest. Instantly slow and creepy music just crawls up-upon us. Shawn looks left to right. FOLLOWER'S P.O.V-FOLLOWING SHAWN (HANDICAM) A slow moving and creepy "thing" comes up on Shawn. The thin guy heads across the forest, half-blissfully. He is unaware of the follower he has accumulated. ON: SHAWN As Shawn moves across the forest towards the shack. Which now looks more like a log-cabin. BANG! Something grabs Shawn, HE SWINGS ROUND TO SCREAM. AS HE IS ABOUT TO: SHAWN'S P.O.V-BEHIND A huge Deer is behind him. Both the deer and Shawn scare each other. Shawn jumps back, and panics. He grabs his chest and takes a deep breath. The deer SCARPERS. Shawn turns back round, much relieved. He heads back towards the Log Cabin and finally comes upon it. Shawn taps on the door. After waiting awhile, no-one answers. Shawn kicks the door, but it swings open quite easily. ENT. LOG CABIN. E. MORNING Shawn scans the area, nothing. Just a small ill-furnished two room log cabin. SHAWN HELLO ANYON.... (QUIETLY TO SELF) Don't do that. Man, no-one's here. Shawn continues on his way. Our protagonist comes into the biggest of the two rooms. It has a small boiler-stove, a table, a sofa plus assorted books and assorted inventory. Shawn goes through and opens the other door. Nothing but a small rickety bed. Shawn continues towards the other side of the small room and to the window. SHAWN'S P.O.V-OUTSIDE WINDOW Nothing but the quiet forest, still twisting in the light icy wind, which just tickles the branches of the low cool trees. Shawn steps back and breathes heavily. He turns and hurries out of the room. EXT. LOG CABIN. E. MORNING Shawn suddenly sees something, a Cell-phone. He grabs it and flips it open. SHAWN'S P.O.V-CELL PHONE As he flips it open, there's one problem. There are no other numbers but an off/on button and a green and red phone and finish call buttons. Shawn wearily presses the green--success it rings! VOICE Hello? SHAWN Hi, err who is this? VOICE The possessed one! Demon! Have you summoned me? Shawn's blood freezes. It's the jackass from the radio! SHAWN Err...err...Aagh! He drops the phone, and retracts from it in steamy horror. VOICE So! Another has come for death! Death! Deliverance to the beloved incinerated passers of sin. Shawn kicks the phone, and STAMPS on it repetitively. BANG! It blows up in a shower of sparks. SHAWN AAAAAGGGHHHH! As a shadow passes the window, Shawn turns and bolts. ENT. FOREST. E. MORNING Shawn breaks out, the door buckles under the sheer force of the scared man. Shawn breaks out, huffing and puffing. As he turns to go, a horrifying click sounds behind him. VOICE Hey! Stop, mister! Shawn turns round, slowly but surely...and it is: NOT A MONSTER. But rather a very angry Hillbilly, with a Shotgun trained on him. Shawn raises his hands. HILLBILLY Whatda you want, ya little lily livered scum? He inches closer, through each of his slow, prancing steps, Shawn keeps his eyes on both barrels of the Weapon. The Hillbilly moves forwards closer. Shawn takes a step back. HILLBILLY Don't you move no further, boy. Shawn tears the belt from his trousers and slowly lowers them down. The Hillbilly is confused as the kid takes his trousers down, to reveal his strong legs and boxers. HILLBILLY What the hell're you doin', boy? I ain't given y'all na' orders. SHAWN Deliverance? Y'know, "Drop 'em pants boy". HILLBILLY What der hell is Deliverance? Shawn breathes a sigh of relief and pulls his trousers back up. The Hillbilly, now confused/pissed-off backs away, Shotgun still on Shawn. HILLBILLY So what're you doin' here boy? SHAWN Well I was driving with my friend and we saw this black car, came outa nowhere. Just went SMACK right in front of us. But this was after we started receiving weird messages from this guy on the radio. HILLBILLY A black car? Huh...oh sheet. You saw the Ghost car of Blake lanes. No doubt about it. SHAWN And of the radio messages? HILLBILLY Tell me about 'em. SHAWN Well I was listening to some rock station. Then boom. It went crackly and some guy went on about killing us, then demons and blood. Then it went back to normal. So we relaxed, and as you prob'bly guessed a few minutes later and the guy comes back on there...then well, seconds later the car came at us. We swerved and ended up in the ditch up there. HILLBILLY And what of your friend? SHAWN He waited back at the vehicle, while I went to your cabin to see if there was anyone there. But...one thing though. I picked up a Cell phone which was on your table... HILLBILLY What the hell are you runnin' on about, boy? I ain't every had no mob'le phone in mah life and I ain't gonna try. Now, g'on get outa here, afore I put a hole up yer ass. An' look ou' for the bear traps. The Hillbilly turns round and enters the log cabin. HILLBILLY Stupid no good British...do know no nothin'... Mobl'e phones...ha...ha..mob'le phones... The door slams behind him, and Shawn can't resist sticking his middle finger up at him. As the kid goes on his return journey back to Lance and the van, the Hillbilly's withered face appears in the window next to the door. CUT TO: EXT. WINNEBEGA. E. MORNING Lance sits in the back, leaning up against one of the creased walls. He is very bored, the only thing of entertainment he has is a bouncy ball, which he bounces backwards and forwards against the wall. But Lance, a very sensual and suspicious guy, is disturbed by a slight tremour, he panics for a second. LANCE (To himself) Don't be stupid man, this is America. Earthquakes all the time. Suddenly there's a loud lump outside, Lance freezes. He turns--but to his relief SHAWN APPEARS, looking fed up. LANCE Shit man, there you are. What happened, I thought bloody Leatherface had carved you up? SHAWN Nah. Some weird Hillbilly lived in that Cabin, he hadn't got a clue, obnoxious prat sent me away with his Shotgun. LANCE And a phone? SHAWN Well, I found some weird cell-phone, it had all the usual buttons, but no numbers. When I pressed Call, I got that (shivers) weirdo again. Telling me about our death. LANCE Well hell, we gotta get outa here. And fast, if this Possessed creep is out there. Then he must be league with this Hillbilly. SHAWN Shit, you watch too many films, Lance, this is real life. You don't see "People carved up in woods", d'you? LANCE D'you know why? SHAWN Fire away. LANCE Because we don't get American newspapers, dummy. We have enough murder cases here in Britain, we don't need to piss around on stuff like that. SHAWN Okay, okay. Cool it. Let's just...say is there any food?' LANCE Um, let me see. Lance roots around in the back of the Winnebega. He finally finds a tub full of supplies. Shawn takes it. LANCE Damn Shawn, I'm surprised you eat anything. You need to get down the gym, next time I go. SHAWN Hell on you, man. Anyway I'm going up to the road to wait for a ride, are y' comin'? LANCE Yeh. Sure. ENT. SANDY ROAD. LUNCHTIME Lance lies on the bank, dressed in nothing but a vest and jeans, Shawn sits next to him, also hot. SHAWN Well no bloody cars for about four hours. What next then? LANCE Well, we could try an... He is cut off by a low rumble from the distance. Both men JUMP UP AND WAVE DOWN A LORRY. The driver, a thin Latin-American girl sees them and slows down. ENT. TRUCK. AFTERNOON Lance, Shawn and the driver (LUCY) are all crushed in the cab. They have a few assorted baggage between them. LUCY Whoa that is one crazy story, guys. SHAWN How far away did you say the town was? LUCY Huh...? Oh Grantsville's just a couple of miles away. Then again, I bet you two're glad a good Samaritan like me picked you up? SHAWN Yeh. LUCY Normally I don't, 'cos, well y'know. My aunt picked up some guy once who y'know... SHAWN Yeh. I know what you mean. LUCY So you're saying this possessed voice was on the radio twice, a "ghost car" made you crash into the ditch. Then you met a crazy Hillbilly, who had a cell-phone which contacted this "Demon guy"? LANCE If that's the way you wanna put it, then yeh. Lucy nods. FADE TO: ENT. GRANSTVILLE. AFTERNOON The truck stops outside the small town. Lance and Shawn nod their thanks to Lucy then exit. The Truck hurries forwards. Lance and Shawn look at the small, dusty town. ENT. PETEY'S GARAGE. AFTERNOON Lance enters a small concrete yard. On it is a small garage and two petrol pumps. They're almost run over by a large black pickup truck which swings round in front of them. Lance waves his middle-finger at it. A tall man wearing ripped and smudged grey overalls and a red cap comes out. This is PETEY. PETEY Hey, hey, what y'all want? LANCE Well we had a crash and our van went into the ditch. You couldn't perhaps tow it out, could you? PETEY Sure yeh. Hey! Alex! Gibes! Ge' over here. So where abouts did yer car go off the road? CUT TO: ENT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE. AFTERNOON SHERIFF KRUEGER, a big, overweight Sheriff in his forties sits at a desk rifling through assorted papers, when Shawn enters. Krueger fixes him with a glare. KRUEGER Yes, have you got a problem, sonny? SHAWN Yeh. Well I've been receiving sort of like.. Death threats. And had a strange experience... KRUEGER Ah, have a seat, sonny. Tell me the whole thing. Shawn pulls up a chair in front of Krueger. SHAWN Well it all started when we were... FADE TO: ENT. COFFEE SHOP. AFTERNOON Shawn and Lance, both exhausted, sit at a window seat mulling over a latte and a cappuccino. SHAWN Sheriff didn't seem to have a clue what I was on about, but he said he'd take us down there tomorrow morning. LANCE Yeh, I'd like another look their. I tell you, Shawn, I sensed something there. I think from the moment we left Kellersville and landed on that road I picked up something. Bad vibes, Shawn, bad vibes. SHAWN Ghosts are bullshit, man. LANCE No they are not! But I didn't mean ghosts I mean... (Mysterious) Something. SHAWN Bullshit. LANCE So what was the voice on the radio? SHAWN W...well...it was probably a pirate radio or somethin'. Try'na scare travellers, it was Halloween last Friday. LANCE Okay, sure, but what about the Cell-phone? SHAWN Well that...that's just creepy, Lance. Don't remind me about it. It's things like that, that should be left well alone. Never meddle in what you don't know. LANCE But think of it this way, if we meddled...then we would know. SHAWN Lance, don't scare me now. I will not be scared, I'm a level headed guy. I...ju...just shut up. LANCE And the ghost car? You soon explained that to the truck driver? Oh...and what about the Hillbilly, not knowing jackshit about cell-phones? SHAWN I'm warning you Lance! Shut up! LANCE Hmmm...what else? Oh, am I forgetting the slight tremours? Oh how could I be so senseless as to forget the figure creeping alongside us, oh yeh. Lance you dummy, you know you mustn't forget...the CREEPIEST PART! THE POSSESSED ONE WHO'S GONNA TEAR YOU BALLS OUT! CRACK! Shawn socks Lance in the face. The big guy falls backwards off his chair. Latte goes flying all over him. SHAWN I warned you, Lance, d...don't mess with me! Lance gets up, nose bloody. He has a shocked expression. LANCE Wha...what was that for, you bastard? SHAWN Don't mess with me, man. You kn...know what're you doing and you know I don't like it. LANCE Take a chill pill man, I don't know what came over me. Lance's nose stops bleeding. Lance shakes his head. LANCE Is it just me or did everything just go cold for a minute? Shawn obviously spooked, slams the money (and tip) down on the table. The travellers quickly exit. The waitress lifts her eyebrow in confusion. EXT. PETEY'S GARAGE. AFTERNOON (LATE) Lance and Shawn enter the garage, and head to Petey, who is under a truck, tinkering around. Lance heads up to him and crouches down. PETEY Problem? LANCE Yeh, I came earlier. Y'know the Winnebega in the ditch? PETEY Oh, so you're the little liar are ya? SHAWN Excuse me? PETEY We got to this ditch of yours, and all we found was some burning husk, judging by the wheels it was probably some kinda camper. But hell, it looked 'sif it'd be dead 'n buried for a couple a' days. SHAWN What? But that's my fucking car, man. PETEY Yeh, well, go spit on my grave when I'm dead. I ain't got time for no shit fr'm the likes of you. SHAWN But I gotta be in Phoenix by the weekend. PETEY Ain't no skin off the enda' my nose, is it? SHAWN But you don't understand... PETEY All I understand is that you killed someone, then burnt yer car up, a few days later ya come to me, tell me to go there 'n' pick it up. Jus' so ya can get an alibi, now get outa here afore I kick yer ass. LANCE Well come the hell on and kick it, then. The bulky mechanic comes out from under the vehicle with a Sledgehammer. PETEY You really want one round the back of the head? Something's wrong. Both men sense it, Petey comes towards them with every intent of killing them. Two more Mechanics, ALEX and URIAH come out from the main building, armed with various tools. LANCE Okay then, which one of you wants it first. Shawn backs away faster, Lance comes at Petey, he grabs the bastard round the neck and slams him across the floor. But Petey instantly comes up at him. SHAWN C'mon, Lance, get outa here. Suddenly Alex grabs him from behind him, with every intention of killing him. Lance socks Petey twice, but the Mechanic still comes at him. As the men move in for the kill--- SHERIFF KRUEGER (O.S) (SHOUTING) Hey! Hey! PETEY! GET YER HANDS OFFA THEM! The men, like dogs to the master, instantly hurry off and busy themselves. Krueger hurries across the road to Shawn and Lance. The Sheriff leads them out of the Garage. SHAWN What the hell's wrong with them? They almost killed us. KRUEGER (Hesitant) They're just troublesome, really they would've just deck ya a bit. Nothin' too serious. I wouldn't worry too much. Hell it's getting late, all sorts on the streets at night, whores, junkies. Here go to the hotel, tell 'em to put it on the Sheriff's account, my brother owns it. Shawn and Lance hurry away from the Sheriff. Krueger gives them an EVIL look, then turns and heads back to the mechanics. ENT. HOTEL. DINNERTIME The travellers, carrying their few possessions, enter the place. They meet ORVILLE KRUEGER, Krueger' older brother and the complete opposite of the Sheriff. He's small, wiry and bald. ORVILLE Hello, would you like a room? SHAWN Err, yeh. We haven't actually booked one. But your brother, The Sheriff, told us to put it on "his account". We won't need breakfast or an evening meal. Orville chuckles slyly, and then takes out a large blue notepad. ORVILLE Names please? SHAWN Shawn Barbeshire. LANCE Lance Cohen. We only need to stay one night. ORVILLE I see. Well guys, we only have one vacancy. But all our rooms have two or three beds. So yo wil be okay. SHAWN Thanks, we've had a bad time. Orville chuckles again and hands them a key. ORVILLE I'll bet you have. It's room ten, on the second floor. Take the lift, I would order a porter-but as you don't have many belongings... The travellers have already gone. Orville goes back to filling his register. ENT. SHABBY ROOM. EARLY EVENING The door creaks open. Shawn and Lance enter. Both of them are relieved at what they find, two separate beds, a T.V, en- suite, two closets and a mirror. SHAWN Good, no monsters. And no phone. LANCE (Adding) And no radio, but there is a T.V, it'll give us a chance to sample the great American T.V channels. As Shawn springs onto his bed, Lance flicks the T.V on. SHAWN Who-hooow! The news channel! Let's all get plenty bored. Lance laughs as he locks the door. Shawn begins channel-hopping. Outside it has started raining hard and has gotten dark real quick. CLOSE ON: THE RAINING OUTSIDE LANDSCAPE TILL IT FADES TO: A BRIGHT SUNNY DAY! ENT. SHABBY ROOM. MORNING Almost as soon as the clock strikes half nine, Lance and Shawn both get up. SHAWN Ah, hell. I just had the best damn sleep I've had in a month. And it felt great. LANCE Same here, just a shame there wasn't any beer on offer. SHAWN 'Know what? LANCE What? SHAWN I'm gonna go and get us some bottles of beer. LANCE You'd better hurry, the Sheriff wants us at Ten. Shawn gets up (they both slept-ready dressed), as he is about to exit: LANCE So what's the plan for today? SHAWN Well, we explore this freakin' woods. Then get a lift into the next town--where we catch a bus to Phoenix. Lance nods, and Shawn exits. EXT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE. AFTERNOON Shawn enters, Sheriff Krueger looks up at him dryly. KRUEGER Well? SHAWN I'm Shawn Barbeshire, you remember? The guy who found the strange things at the woods? KRUEGER Oh yeh. Well, whaddya want? SHAWN You said you'd come with me---at ten, to explore the place. KRUEGER Oh yeh. So I did. Wait, let me get my gear. ENT. POLICE CRUISER. MORNING Krueger, Shawn and Lance are all in the cruiser. KRUEGER Personally I think the bit about the cell-phone is very, very, far fetched. But who am I to judge. I'm just a normal guy, y'know, I live, I reproduce, I die. SHAWN That's a strange point of view for a cop to have isn't it? KRUEGER I'm just a normal guy, my job don't me nothing. I could be an international terrorist, but you wouldn't just say, Hey! You can't be a terrorist if you got a beard! SHAWN You haven't got a beard. KRUEGER No, well, I used to when I was about twenty. I know the area you're talkin' about. But I can't remember anyone ever livin' in that crusty old shell (the log cabin). SHAWN Well, maybe the Hillbilly just doesn't appreciate the comforts of the usual society. KRUEGER My father was like that. So what part of England do you come from? SHAWN Norfolk. KRUEGER Never heard of it, anywhere near Toronto? SHAWN Toronto? That's Canada. KRUEGER Oh, yeh. Krueger fiddles anxiously with his sidearm. Lance notices this. SHAWN STOP! This is it! Krueger swings to a stop. All three get out, leaving the keys still in the vehicle. Shawn shows him the crash-site. SHAWN Right, this is it. There are a few fresh tracks over it, but this is when "this ghost car" came in front of us. Lance moves over to the ditch. LANCE Shawn look. Shawn comes over to him, and he points at the burnt out shell which was Shawn's Winnebega. SHAWN Sweet Mutha! That was my ride, bollocks, shit, fuck. LANCE Whoa! Bob Marley on a fuckin' pogo-stick! This is madness. It was here no more than a day ago. Unless... SHAWN Maybe the Hillbilly done it. KRUEGER Is this the log cabin you were speaking of? SHAWN Yes. That's the one, maybe the old timer'll know what's going on. LANCE I'll stay here. KRUEGER N...no! Honestly I think its...better...if you both come. Lead the way, Barbeshire. Shawn hesitantly turns and goes to the forest, he nudges Lance--who follows him. EXT. WOOD. MORNING Shawn, Lance and Krueger enter. The Sheriff sticks suspiciously behind, his eyes and ears both open looking out for anything remotely suspicious. LANCE I'm pickin' something up. Shawn shivers, and heads for the door. SHAWN Here goes nothing. Lance stops, three or four feet behind him as he knocks. HILLBILLY (O.S) COMIN'! COMIN'! KEEP YER HAIR ON! As the two men wait... KRUEGER AAAAAGGGHHHHH! Lance and Shawn swing round, Krueger's foot has been obliterated by a Bear trap. The Sheriff is swinging around in shock. As the two go to his aid. HILLBILLY Don't even dream o' it, boys. The Hillbilly violently pulls both of them back. He has a Shotgun and a Handgun aimed at them. HILLBILLY Either o' ya move an' I'll blow yer heads clean off... Now get in 'ere. ENT. LOG CABIN. AFTERNOON The Hillbilly shoves them unceremoniously in. As they are covered by his Shotgun, they look around. The room is decorated with ten separate heads, all pronged on large black spikes. Both of them move to speak, but the Hillbilly ssshes them. HILLBILLY Well, you two'll make great sacrificing' material, won't ya? The Hillbilly takes a massive stove, he opens the grate. And with his bare hand fiddles around with the huge flames inside. With his spare hand the Hillbilly grabs Lance by the throat. He drags the big guy across to the stove. Lance gags on the huge amount of smoke and heat. Shawn opens his mouth to speak---but the Hillbilly's large boot smashes him across the head. EXT. FOREST. MORNING Krueger, panicking, takes his gun out and fires on the chain-which blows in half. Then a horrifying scene settles, as Krueger, laughing all the while like a flaming madman gets up and walks like everything was normal towards the cabin, the bear trap hangs off his mangled leg like a flea to a lion. EXT. LOG CABIN. MORNING. The Hillbilly finishes dragging Lance, he rests his foot on the traveller's back as he stretches his bony forearms. Shawn squeals. Suddenly the door bursts open, and to everyone but the Hillbilly's surprise, Krueger enters. Laughing maniacally. The Hillbilly nods to him, and shoves Lance's head in the stove. Shawn screams as does Krueger. KRUEGER NO! LAWRENCE! DON'T KILL HIM YET! Lawrence instantly yanks Lance's head out of the stove, luckily Lance hasn't been seriously hurt yet. KRUEGER We can't deprive the town of another killing. Pass me your gun. Lawrence hands him the Shotgun. KRUEGER Take your car down to town and tell anyone who wants to that a sacrifice is taking place. LAWERENCE I'd better chain 'em up first. Lawrence takes a huge piece of chain and puts it tightly across both men's chests and tightens it. Both of them are about to speak-but their instincts stop them. The old Hillbilly takes some keys off a shelf and exits hurriedly. LANCE So you're gonna eat us? How unoriginal. Krueger boots him in the face. KRUEGER Any questions? SHAWN Yeh, many. First what the hell's going on? KRUEGER Well, it started nine years ago. Ninety percent of the town worked in major scientifically laboratories which were set up there. But after the places were closed down a mysterious gas spread. Disabling all of us from child birth. So we turned to religion--but not just any religion. We worshipped ancient demons ones which had long since been destroyed from any public knowledge, all of us passes our blood with blood of the damned. This made us immortal. Demons for constant eternity. LANCE Fuck you man! SHAWN Lance... LANCE No seriously, fuck you. KRUEGER Think what you like. (Changes tone) OH, boys if only you knew. It is horrible, we are all possessed. We are forced to do terrible things. Every single one of us. The boys at the Garage had a hundred percent intention to kill you. But as I lead them...they had to take what I do as law. I've done terrible things lads, real awful, terrible stuff. Dissecting teenagers. All bad things that happen...it's not us...it's an awful theory I know. But thirty percent of all terrible killings are made by...the possessed ones. SHAWN And the radio? KRUEGER (Sobbing) Our local station...oh, I hate it. I thought it was all fun and cool. I tho...I thought it would be great having excuses for breaking the law. But really we're all just merciless clones serving the one purpose, the harvest of all passers by. Really sometimes it rains body parts in Grantsville. Suddenly Krueger lets out a terrifying sound, somewhere between a roar and a howl. KRUEGER We must make sacrifices in order to keep ourselves pure. But this is a religion, just like Christianity or Judaism, really it is. We just make sacrifices, we are the cult. Voodism, witchcraft, we are worse than all. You think monsters don't exist? They nod. KRUEGER They don't. We exist, we are the eternal guardians of horror and faith in death. LANCE What'll happen to us, then? KRUEGER Dissection? Burning? I don't know. This ain't no ordinary horror tale. SHAWN Has anyone ever escaped this? KRUEGER A few. LANCE Well here's two more... Lance jumps to his feet, dragging the chain and a terrified Shawn with him. Kruger and Lance go flying to the ground. The Shotgun lands on the floor. Krueger roars and punches Lance off him. Shawn meanwhile has wriggled free of the chain. Shawn grabs the Shotgun, but as he paces back with it, Lawrence GRABS him from behind, the Shotgun falls to the floor-fires-a bullet rips through Krueger's head. Krueger screams, grabbing the gapping hole in his head. KRUEGER Ah, damn it. That an' the leg'll take a month ta hell! Brain-suckling fools, damn, damn. LAWRENCE Calm it! Calm it! KRUEGER All I ever do is calm it! I'M SICK! He punches straight through Lawrence's head. The possessed Hillbilly is officially DEAD. As the old man hits the floor, Shawn spins across and in SLOW MOTION, trips Krueger, the big deputy takes the tumble and smacks his head on a sharp nail on the wall frame. Shawn pulls Lance up, but Krueger thrusts a large Machete at them, it catches Shawn in the foot. Shawn drops to his feet, but on the way down his hand connects with Lawrence's handgun. Krueger grabs the blade, and brings it on Lance for the kill. LANCE I hope you get a bad cold! Suddenly a torrent of fire catches Krueger, the possessed cop lumps to the floor like a bag of exhausted bricks. Shawn gets up, and shoots him twice in the head. As Krueger dies a warm smile crosses his head. KRUEGER Th..thank you for freeing me. SHAWN Don't mention it... Both spirit and host die. Shawn sheds a silent tear. But is awoken from it by Lance who taps on his shoulder. Shawn drops the empty gun to the floor. As they turn to exit, Shawn grabs a crowbar from the floor. EXT. FOREST. AFTERNOON As the men exit the log cabin, the Mechanics are suddenly upon them. PETEY Oh, so you escaped? D'you want round two of our bout? CRACK! Shawn brings the Crowbar down on him. Petey is crushed, Shawn valiantly tries to fight the others, but they knock him to the ground. URIAH Alex, you kill the uder' one. SNAP! As Alex turns to go for Lance, Lance clamps a Bear trap on him. The possessed mechanic abruptly falls dead as well. Lance grabs Uriah, and physically throws him across the ground. Shawn, instantly rushes over to him and uses the chain to finish him. LANCE Whoa, shit. That went so fast. C'mon man, take the cruiser. CUT TO: ENT. KRUEGER'S CRUSIER. EVENING The Cruiser pulls away from the forsaken place. Escaping before the other townsfolk can get there. SHAWN We did it! Boy! We did it! We cheated death. LANCE Big fucking deal, c'mon let's get the next flight home. BIRDSEYE VIEW We follow the cruiser until it is just a speck of greeny blue on the verge of the long windy road. THE END -------
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