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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.






            




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