"FEAST" by Patrick Melton and Marcus Dunston Early Draft FADE IN: EXT. DESERT -- DAY The white sun beats down on the rocky terrain. There's not a cloud in the blue sky and the wind is at a standstill. Far in the distance, a LINE OF PEOPLE make their way towards the entrance of a small cavern. Two VULTURES perched on barren tree watch the intruders. EXT. CAVERN ENTRANCE -- MOMENTS LATER A tall, lean, effeminate man with oversized glasses and wearing a tight brown uniform stands in front of the cavern entrance. He wears a tan bandanna around his neck and uses a water-filled spray bottle to cool himself down. This is the MALE BROWNIE TROOP LEADER (36). TROOP LEADER (with a lisp) Okay ladies, gather around! A DOZEN YOUNG GIRLS dressed in BROWNIE UNIFORMS stand in front of the Troop Leader. They've been walking for half the day and couldn't care less what adventure awaits. He produces a small hand chisel. TROOP LEADER This is the type of chisel that we will all be using today. It is not to be used for "hitting" things, it is to be used for "chiseling" things... gently. He demonstrates, chiseling the air. TROOP LEADER And does anyone know why we don't want to hit things? The girls sigh, they've been through this type of treatment from him a thousand times before. BROWNIE GROUP Because we don't want to break the dinosaur bones. TROOP LEADER Correct! Now, let's get to it and earn those anthropology badges! The Troop Leader turns to enter the cavern. The group follows. A SICKLY BROWNIE tries to hide from the others, but the Troop Leader notices her. He shakes his head and corners her. TROOP LEADER (kneeling) Hey little bear, aren't you going to join the others? SICKLY BROWNIE Um, my allergist told me not to engage in physically demanding activities where ragweed or spores might be present, sir. The Troop Leader frowns, but knows what to do. TROOP LEADER Do you have a note to corroborate these claims? SICKLY BROWNIE Um, well... TROOP LEADER Are you lying to me? SICKLY BROWNIE Well... TROOP LEADER What did we say about lying? SICKLY BROWNIE I'm not lying. TROOP LEADER You know that no one likes a liar, right? SICKLY BROWNIE I said I'm not lying. The Troop Leader tilts his head, unsure. TROOP LEADER Well, let's just say this... You don't have to join your troop if your claim of sickness is genuine, however if you are lying, someone will always know... Troop Leader points up to God. TROOP LEADER And remember what happens to a liar's soul when they die? It burns in hell... for eternity. The Troop Leader nods his head and rises, pointing to the sky once again. Sickly Brownie doesn't waver, she's not going in that cavern. TROOP LEADER ...and you don't get the badge. Sickly Brownie's eyes widen. She follows the Troop Leader. INT. CAVERN -- MOMENTS LATER A string of lights at the top of the cavern provide the only light. Each Brownie lightly chisels at the rock walls, looking for anything. The Troop Leader wears a hard hat with a flashlight mounted on the top. TROOP LEADER Not so hard girls, slow and steady is how Troop Daddy likes it. The Sickly Brownie is deep in the cavern, gently chiseling at a wall. She looks back at the Troop Leader and WHACKS the wall... CRUSH... the rock wall crumbles and a SMALL HOLE remains. The Troop Leader notices and rushes over to investigate. TROOP LEADER What have you done now, broke the darn thing? SICKLY BROWNIE (covering) I just hit it like you said. The Troop Leader moves closer to the hole. TROOP LEADER Yeah, right. Let me see there... Troop Leader chisels at the surface surrounding the hole. It crumbles away and he accidentally DROPS his chisel in. TROOP LEADER Whoops! SNOTTY BROWNIE comes over. SNOTTY BROWNIE What is it? He shines his light into the tiny breach. There's a moment of silence and then... a distant PING, like the chisel fell hundreds of feet. TROOP LEADER It's deep. That's weird, maybe it's a hidden cavern, with an old cowboy's stash! (animated to group) Listen up ladies, we may have found a secret treasure! Who wants to be rich!? He laughs to himself and puts his face up to the hole for a closer look. TROOP LEADER Wow! I see something shiny -- CHOMP! A set of giant, ravenous teeth bite into the Troop Leader's skull. Blood SPLATTERS on Sickly Brownie. His body is YANKED into the hole. The Brownies SCREAM and turn to RUN. Sickly Brownie is scared stiff. CRASH! The wall collapses as a WHITE BLUR bursts through and knocks over Sickly Brownie. CHOMP! CHOMP! CHOMP! With blazing speed, the white blur attacks the running Brownies. Shadows, ripping, tearing, howling, fills the cavern. Sickly Brownie struggles to her feet and staggers for the exit. Her fellow Troops are yanked into the darkness from all directions. SNOTTY BROWNIE, now with NO ARMS, falls in front of Sickly Brownie. Sickly trips, landing face first in a puddle of blood and guts. Gagging and wheezing, Sickly Brownie makes one last sprint for the mouth of the cave. Behind her, the white blur WAILS as it snaps the bones of dying children. Sickly Brownie is almost to the exit. She can feel the sun's heat on her flush cheeks. She's almost there. She's gonna make it. Only a few more feet. And then... JERK! A white furry arm grabs her neck and YANKS her back into the darkness. The whiplash sends her bloody WHEEZER flying into the light... SLAM CUT TO BLACK: SUPERIMPOSED: BASED ON A TRUE STORY The title SHATTERS... INT. CRASHED CAR -- NIGHT P.O.V. - We frantically EMERGE from the burning wreck... RUN from the crash over desolate, SNOW COVERED prairie land... EXT. BAR -- NIGHT We focus on a neon sign on top of a bar named UNITED NATIONS TAVERN. We can hear talking and laughing from inside. A 1985, pristine black Pontiac Trans-Am with a Golden Eagle on the hood pulls up. We follow it around to the back parking lot. The rear bumper sticker reads "MY OTHER TOY HAS TITS." A weasel-like man with a fat belly and tank-top emerges from the hot rod. We freeze on him. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: BOZO AGE: 32 JOB: UNEMPLOYED OCCUPATION: TOWN JACKASS LIFE EXPECTANCY: DEAD BY DAWN We follow him as he lazily makes his way to the front entrance of the bar. ON THE SIDE OF THE BAR, he tosses an empty bottle of WILD TURKEY. We pan away to see the layout of the back parking lot and surrounding area: Cars and pick-up trucks are scattered throughout the parking lot. There is a BEER TRUCK backed up to a long aluminum tunnel that leads to the back of the bar. A BEER DELIVERY GUY pulls a keg from the beer truck and lugs it into the tunnel. Snow lightly falls. The swift wind causes snow drifts to form on the outer edges of the parking lot. We turn back to pick up Bozo as he turns the corner to the front of the bar and pushes through the front doors. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS The place is dark, musty and sporadically populated. We take a quick right and stop at an old-fashioned jukebox. A young man in a wheelchair loads a quarter into the jukebox and is instantly pushed away by Bozo. We freeze on the young man. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: PARA AGE: 29 OCCUPATION: FIREWORKS DEALER LIFE EXPECTANCY: THEY WOULDN'T KILL A CRIPPLE... WOULD THEY? We see that "ONLY COOL CHICKS CAN DO ME" is printed on Bozo's tank-top. PARA Hey! Para rolls away uncontrollably. BOZO Shut up, fag. Bozo punches in his selection. The CD spins. A 1980s heavy metal song KICKS IN. Bozo, mouthing the lyrics, struts away. NOTE: Music plays over all the bar sequences. EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT P.O.V. - We continue to run. Panicked breathing. Kicking up the snow. INT. BAR -- NIGHT A man takes a shot and downs it. We freeze on him. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: GOLDIE AGE: 24 OCCUPATION: HOST AT RED LOBSTER LIFE EXPECTANCY: HORRIFYING DEATH IN JUST UNDER SEVENTY-FIVE MINUTES The bartender has been suffering through this dude's sob story all night. GOLDIE We'd been together for so long and then... bang! She drops me. Since then, it's been like a damn country song. She's gone, the car's broke down, a father figure made a pass at me. I have a constant fear of falling... etcetera, etcetera. I'm not saying I ever had it. But I have definitely lost it. (beat) I mean I used to be a model for Christ's sake... BARTENDER (thinning hair, chiseled face, big earring) looks up at this while completing two drinks. BARTENDER For what? GOLDIE (humbled) JC Penny. Spring wear. Goldie then mimics throwing a sport coat over his shoulder and holding it by the index finger... he delivers his "model" cheese smile... Bartender turns and we freeze on him. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: BARTENDER AGE: 50 OCCUPATION: BARTENDER FUN FACT: SHOT 4 TIMES, STABBED 6 TIMES, BIT BY 1 SQUIRREL LIFE EXPECTANCY: READY TO WEAR The two fresh gin & tonics are ready. Bartender grabs the drinks and sets them in front of GOOD GUY (26, clean cut, white sweater). Good Guy nods and gives him a tip. GOOD GUY Thank you, sir. We follow him to a table where GOOD GIRL (26, delicate, innocent, matching white sweater) sits. GOOD GIRL Oh thanks, sweety. We freeze on Good Girl and Good Guy. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: GOOD GUY & GOOD GIRL AGES: 26 OCCUPATIONS: SALES REPRESENTATIVES FOR ENTERPRISE RENT-A-CAR THEIR SONG: "SAILING" BY CHRISTOPHER CROSS We go back to the starry-eyed couple as they TOAST. We hear a bar of the "their song." SUPERIMPOSED LIFE EXPECTANCY: THEY REALLY HAVE IT COMING BEHIND THEM, the beer delivery man, walks by, pushing a keg of beer on a roll cart. We follow him to the side of the bar. He sets down the load and opens the small door to the KEG ELEVATOR. We freeze on him. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: BEER GUY AGE: 32 OCCUPATION: BEER GUY LIFE EXPECTANCY: A WILD CARD, HE MAY SURPRISE YOU BARTENDER That it? BEER GUY One keg of Beast for the basement, then, truck's dry. BARTENDER Gonna stay for a couple? Beer Guy hoists the lone keg into the waiting elevator. BEER GUY (nonchalant) Fuck yea. He hits a button next to the door and the keg slowly lowers to the basement. EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT P.O.V. - Hard breathing. We jump over a small bush and land hard in the icy earth. INT. BAR -- NIGHT From the end of the bar, a glass of beer SLIDES TOWARDS US. A hand GRABS it and puts it on a tray. She is pretty though haggard, stained apron, and dirty blond hair. We freeze on her. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: TUFFY AGE: 25 OCCUPATION: CAREER WAITRESS FUN FACT: SERVED 100 HOURS OF COMMUNITY SERVICE FOR ILLEGAL DUMPING OF MANURE... IN EX-HUSBAND'S CAR LIFE EXPECTANCY: BADASS-IN-WAITING Tuffy picks up her tray and turns. We see a LOCKET around her neck. Tuffy's stride eases into SLOW MOTION: We can SEE THROUGH the closed locket -- it conceals a PICTURE of a smiling, young boy. It is Tuffy's son, CODY. AT NORMAL SPEED: Tuffy carries the tray toward a table. She passes a TV that is mounted on the wall. ON THE TV A NEWSCASTER, dressed in a coat and tie, mouths the news. We can barely make out what he is saying. NEWSCASTER (from TV) ...the search for the missing mining team will be further complicated by tonight's expected blizzard and by the unstable conditions of these deep tunnels. The dynamite blasting to the mountain's face has created a number of deep sinkholes into the rocky terrain. Thus far, no signs of life have been detected, yet town officials are still optimistic the miners will be found... Newscaster spins and an ECLIPSE GRAPHIC comes on screen above his right shoulder. NEWSCASTER ...On a brighter note or should we say a darker note, tomorrow's solar eclipse will bring out adults and children alike for a celebration of this metrological event. Let's go now to Devon Lucie from KRUI's weather center, Devon? WE TILT BACK DOWN. We keep DESCENDING until we are in the BASEMENT of the bar. Musty, cold, mildew and old. IN THE BASEMENT Beer Guy pulls the keg from the little elevator and places it next to the many other kegs in the basement. He HEARS a faint conversation behind a curtain. It is between BOSS MAN (paunchy, sweaty, ugly) and ROADIE (English accent, light hair, leather skin, thin build). BOSS MAN (O.S.) How can you move it? ROADIE (O.S.) Amplifiers. Beer Guy hesitantly moves toward the conversation. A RED GLOW emits from behind the sheet, cleanly silhouetting Roadie and Boss Man. BOSS MAN Color it done. Roadie smirks. We ascend straight up into -- EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT P.O.V. - We are trucking... labored breathing... we stumble and TILT DOWN TO -- INT. BAR -- NIGHT FROM TILT DOWN -- We follow Tuffy over to a table where ADULTERER (bushy mustache, sweater vest, dress shirt) sits with TRAMPY (designer glasses, hair pulled back, tight blue business suit, closet tramp). We freeze on Trampy. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: TRAMPY AGE: 19 OCCUPATION: BANK TELLER LIFE EXPECTANCY: BETTER THAN ADULTERER TRAMPY He said there was no reason I had to stay a teller and that if I did good work and didn't mess up, I could become an assistant manager within three years. (pause) Can you believe that? ADULTERER (tense) That sounds great. We freeze on him. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: ADULTERER AGE: 36 OCCUPATION: HIGH SCHOOL P.E. INSTRUCTOR NICKNAME IN HIGH SCHOOL: DR. BLUMPKIN GENITALS: SHAVED LIFE EXPECTANCY: WORSE THAN TRAMPY UNDER THE TABLE Adulterer reaches into his pant's pocket to pay the tab. As he produces a wad of cash, he inadvertently pulls out his hidden WEDDING RING. Tuffy sets down the drinks. TRAMPY That sounds like bullshit! I could be an assistant manager at The Lake Arrowhead Casino for knowing the fuckin' alphabet to G! I'll be twenty- two in three -- The ring falls. CLING! CLING! The damning wedding band BOUNCES. We follow the ring as it ROLLS on it's side along the floor. Tuffy, Trampy and the mortified Adulterer, watch. The ring stops, standing still on its side. We see Trampy's sunken reaction Loveboat style, through the ring. She looks to Adulterer, seething. Adulterer's jaw goes slack. The ring falls FLAT. Adulterer slides the cash to Tuffy with one hand. ADULTERER Just keep it... WHIP PAN TO -- EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT P.O.V. - Sprinting and wheezing. We see the lights of the bar far in the distance. INT. BAR -- SIDE ROOM/KITCHEN -- NIGHT Tuffy walks back over to the bar adding Adulterer's cash to a fat roll of money. BELLE (stringy blond hair, cute face, brand-spanking new employee) looks up with surprise. We freeze on her. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: BELLE AGE: 21 OCCUPATION: WAITRESS GOALS: PLAY BELLE IN STAGE VERSION OF "BEAUTY AND THE BEAST" LIFE EXPECTANCY: SAME ODDS AS PLAYING "BELLE" IN STAGE VERSION OF "BEAUTY AND THE BEAST" BELLE (privately) How'd you make that much tonight? Before she can respond, Boss Man walks by the two, STARING at them. He walks up a rickety side-staircase to the SECOND FLOOR. He nods to Tuffy. Pure sleaze. We freeze on him. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: BOSS MAN AGE: 47 OCCUPATION: BAR OWNER MOTTO: IF THERE'S GRASS IN THE FIELD, PLAY BALL LIFE EXPECTANCY: REGULAR OR EXTRA-CRISPY? Tuffy grinds her teeth, removes her apron and moves hesitantly up the staircase. BELLE Oh. EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT P.O.V. - Running, approaching the still distant United Nations Tavern... INT. BAR -- NIGHT A TINY VELVET CASE is set on the bar end. Bozo opens the case to reveal THREE PRISTINE PLATINUM DARTS. BOZO Gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to three examples of aerodynamic perfection... Bozo removes a dart and stands in the middle of the bar. To his right is DRUNK GUY (samurai pony tail, thin mustache, lean, just plain out of it) the other half of a wager in this game. Bozo raises his dart. DRUNK GUY First one to break skin loses? BOZO That is correct. (to Para off screen) Don't you move now. We see that the dartboard has TWO HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS on the bulls-eye. They are being held up by Para's LEFT HAND. He squirms in his wheelchair as Bozo takes aim. BOZO Don't even... twitch! SWISH! Bozo throws. PING! It lands right between Para's fingers. EXT. BAR -- NIGHT P.O.V. - We are running for the bar a half mile away. INT. BAR -- NIGHT Para wipes his brow with his right hand as Drunk Guy takes aim. Bozo locks eyes with Para. Drunk Guy winds up. Bozo cocks his eyebrow. Drunk Guy THROWS. Para flinches. SMACK! The arrow DRIVES into his palm. PARA GAHHHHH-SHIT!! DRUNK GUY Ironsides flinched, motherfucker! Bozo chuckles. BOZO (crude Oriental accent) Yoh anga will be yoh downfah. Para frees his skewered hand. He chirps in pain. BELLE can't believe what she just saw. BOZO Go again? DRUNK GUY Drunk don't mean stupid. BOZO Oh, come on. Crape Diem! Bozo takes the blood stained hundreds from the dart board. Drunk Guy sulks away cursing to himself and moves to the bar. Roadie looks on, sipping a beer. We freeze on Roadie. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: ROADIE AGE: 31 OCCUPATION: BAND ROADIE LIFE EXPECTANCY: A FEW DOG YEARS EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT P.O.V. - Still running. The bar is getting closer. INT. BAR -- NIGHT Bozo happily moves through the bar. He HITS the table of GRANDPA (long scar on the right side of his face through the eyebrow, elderly, white hair, bushy white mustache) and GRANDMA (curly white hair, glasses). They shudder as he HOLLERS at them. We freeze on them. SUPERIMPOSED NAMES: GRANDPA AND GRANDMA AGES: 88 AND 86 OCCUPATION: RETIRED FUN FACT: BEEN TOGETHER SINCE DEPRESSION LIFE EXPECTANCY: THEY DON'T BUY GREEN BANANAS BOZO (in a crotchety tone) Wake up! Check your pants! Bozo mocks a hearing impairment by cupping his ear. BOZO What's that!? Wha'cha say? Huh? GRANDPA Get outta here. Bozo SNAPS one of the bloody bills. BOZO How much for the whole night, Grandma? GRANDMA (disgusted) You should be so lucky. Grandpa raises his fists one at a time as he explains... GRANDPA This one will just stun ya, but this one will put ya to sleep. BOZO (mocking) Whoa! We follow Bozo as he takes notice of OLD VET (52, long hair with bandanna, dirty beard) HARLEY MOM, (45, bruiser, grizzled, tough as a saddle) and DRUNK GUY. He saddles up next to them at the bar. BOZO You boys wanna take a try at the loot? They don't respond. Harley Mom is offended. BOZO Come on, I'll even throw with my left hand. He turns in disappointment. Goldie downs another shot. The tart sting of the drink hits him. He slaps the bar. GOLDIE Ooohhh! BOZO (addressing room) Nothin' but a bunch of butts and pussies in here! EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT P.O.V. - We are frantically running. The bar is just a quarter mile ahead. We leap a fence and -- INT. BAR -- NIGHT KRASH! Belle DROPS a tray full of drinks behind the bar. BELLE Shit! Shit! Shit! Bartender helps her. BARTENDER Don't sweat it, just clean it up before he's done. He points up and we rapidly RISE to the second floor. ON SECOND FLOOR Tuffy's son CODY (7, innocent, cute) sits on the floor watching TV. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: CODY AGE: 7 OCCUPATION: DEPENDENT LIFE EXPECTANCY: A WONDERFUL, FULL LIFE Tuffy walks over to him and puts HEADPHONES over his ears. TUFFY Keep these on, sweetheart. CODY Okay, mommy. Tuffy kisses him on the head and then moves to an adjacent room. ADJACENT ROOM Tuffy enters the room and takes off her blouse exposing her breasts. She pulls up her skirt and bends over a bedpost. TUFFY Let's get this over with. Boss Man walks up behind her, naked, except for Red Cowboy Boots. BOSS MAN I love a woman with enthusiasm. EXT. BAR FRONT -- NIGHT P.O.V. - We move in fast on the bar -- INT. BAR -- NIGHT Bozo walks to the middle of the room, proudly displaying his prize money. BOZO I got two hundred bucks says none of you can beat me! The bar is silent. Bartender points to the double doors. BARTENDER Hey! Get quiet or get out. BOZO (grinning) C'mon guys-- EXT. BAR -- NIGHT P.O.V. - Hurtling toward the double doors and -- INT. BAR -- NIGHT BOZO Gimme some ACTION -- BOOM! The double doors to the bar are kicked open by HERO (rugged alpha man with dark features and built to kick ass). KRASH! Belle DROPS a second tray of drinks-- MUSIC CUTS OUT Hero is scraped, bruised and bloodied. He is dressed in blue denim, with a hand made duct tape and leather neck guard. He holds a RUST-RED SHOTGUN and a GUNNY SACK. He SLAMS the double doors shut and props a chair against the handles, securing them. Hero spins around and cocks his weapon. He has the bar's attention. HERO Unless you people want to die you'll do what I say and you'll do it fast! KAH-CHUCK! Bartender cocks his SHOTGUN. BARTENDER You hold it right there, mister. Hero raises his one hand holding the gunny sack. HERO (catching his breath.) A storm of hell's coming down on this place any minute! BARTENDER Drop the canon! Hero puts down the shotgun and cautiously moves towards Bartender. HERO I'm not armed now, just hear me out. Hero gets closer. BARTENDER I'll drop you and not even think about it! HERO Let me explain! BARTENDER YOU GOT ONE SECOND TO -- WHOOSH! Hero reveals a drool-dripping, white, GRANDPAPA BEAST HEAD from the gunny sack and holds it out and high for all to see. HERO LISTEN TO ME! The bar GASPS. HERO Take a good look! There's at least a FOUR of these things out there! Grandpapa Beast's head has softball-sized eyeballs and a seven by seven inch mouth full of jagged, ivory white teeth. It is like a super-sized, albino, jackal head with long, stringy hair. HERO I saw one of them tear up five men like they were corn on the cob! The bar is silent. HERO I don't know what they are. I don't know where they came from. All I do know is that these fuckers are fast, nasty, and hungry. The bar stares at him, slack-jawed. HERO ...And they can fly. Not to mention they're damn-shitfuckin' near impervious to conventional firepower. The shocked Bartender lowers his shotgun slightly. WHIP! Hero drops the head on the bar and GRABS the shotgun from Bartender's hands. Hero notices an ENGRAVING on the shotgun. It has "THE JUDGE" carved into the handle. He nods approvingly to Bartender. HERO Now these things are coming. RIGHT NOW. We have to lock this bar down! He moves and points to vulnerable areas. HERO That means doors, windows, drains, basements, skylights, whatever, and we have to do it fast! Hero runs to the lone window in the front of the bar and then back at the patrons. HERO (addressing Belle) You! Get on that phone. Call the cops, the National Guard, townies, whoever kicks ass and get 'em out here. Belle moves to a pay phone at the end of the bar. She nervously grabs for coins in her apron. HERO (addressing patrons) We gotta seal off the back, seal off the top and lock down the bottom. (Beat) Any questions? Everyone is silent. BARTENDER Who are you? HERO I'm the hero -- CRASH! Two white Beast arms BURST through the window and SPLIT Hero right down the middle. BLAM! The Judge fires into the ceiling -- SECOND FLOOR BLAM! The Judge's blast blows through the Boss Man's RIGHT FOOT as he reaches climax with Tuffy. Boss Man hollers. Tuffy SCREAMS -- MAIN BAR Hero's right half is JERKED outside through the window! Belle SCREAMS into the phone! The bar screams in horror! Blood sprays! Rapid chomping! NOTE: The full Beasts are all white and furiously fly around like bolts of lightning. They emit a high shrill sound, like a buzz saw working a piece of steel. The patrons scramble. CRASH! The double doors are kicked open, splintering the propped up chair. The people duck for cover. HEROINE (Native American, rugged, ripped pants, wickedly hot) rushes in, slams the doors shut and instinctively kicks up the RUST RED SHOTGUN. She flips it sideways and slides the metal weapon through the handles of the double doors, securing them. BAM! A massive HIT slams into the doors from the outside sending Heroine SLIDING across the floor. She SPRINGS to her feet and drives her weight into a table attempting to hoist it over the now open window. HEROINE HELP ME! SOMEBODY! Old Vet and Harley Mom rush to Heroine's aid. They raise the table to cover the gaping hole. Heroine looks outside. HEROINE GET DOWN! A BEAST nails the rising table, just missing Heroine's face. The table falls, pinning Heroine. A BEAST enters. This is JUNIOR BEAST. He's all white and fast like the others, but small, the size of a 9 year-old child. He uses speed and his long sharp claws to cause havoc. CHUCK! CHUCK! JUNIOR swipes the heads off Old Vet and Harley Mom. Their heads BOUNCE off the wall and drop. Good Guy shields Good Girl in a booth as Adulterer and Trampy hit the deck. Junior Beast tears through the bar, shrieking. It BANGS the jukebox and an 80's punk-hit plays. Heroine pulls herself out from under the table. Goldie jerks backward off his stool and hits the floor. Junior Beast SCRATCHES Bartender's back and he falls near The Judge. Junior Beast KNOCKS beer taps off the bar set one by one, leaps over the bar, swings its claws at a ducking Belle, then kick-rips the pay phone from the wall. SPARKS spit out. JUNIOR BEAST continues his tour as he destroys the TV. It sweeps down and pulls out half of Trampy's hair. She bellows. It throws a booth at Beer Guy. He dives out of the way. Items fly off of the walls and tables. The Elderly couple crouch, holding each other tight. Bartender scrambles for The Judge on the floor. Junior Beast's body BANGS the jukebox again, the song SKIPS. It rises to the ceiling for another attack. Para ducks as lethal talons rip his back rest. Junior Beast jumps and BREAKS a ceiling fan. Drunk Guy CHARGES the spastic monster with a stool. DRUNK GUY GET 'EM! SWIPE! Drunk Guy misses the creature. DRUNK GUY NOOOO! The wild Beast scoops up Drunk Guy. He is sent FLYING into a wall. HEROINE Close that window! BLAM! BLAM! Bartender FIRES The Judge at the creature hitting lights and the walls. Drunk Guy rolls upright. BLAM! A shot DESTROYS Drunk Guy's face. Junior Beast's body BANGS the jukebox again. The song STOPS. Beer Guy WHACKS Junior Beast with a chair. Stunned, it flies across the air, landing in a tall, metal ICE COOLER. Bozo SLAMS it closed, capturing Junior Beast. BOZO Got 'cha! HEROINE HOLD THAT TIGHT! Bozo struggles to keep the lid shut. BOZO Hot damn! EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS THREE MORE FLYING BEASTS close in on the window, shrieking... INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS Bartender runs across the bar and SLAMS shut the thick wood shutters over the window. The Beasts HIT. The shutters crack down the middle. ANGLE ON Roadie POWER LIFTS the table with Heroine and braces it against the window for reinforcement but -- POP! A FURRY ARM busts through the shutters and reaches around, outside the edge of the bracing table and grabs the other half of Hero. HEROINE God damn you! Heroine grabs Hero's remaining hand and is jerked to the wall. Roadie shoves the table with all of his might against the intruding arm. Blood starts to SPRAY from outside as the rest of Hero is being devoured through the smallish hole. Heroine is being showered by the gore as she works a GOLD RING off of Hero's ring finger. The feeding Beast's head breaks in through the hole. It grabs Heroine's left forearm. Bartender aims The Judge at the Beast... ROADIE You'll hit her! Roadie KNOCKS The Judge up -- BLAM! SECOND FLOOR The Judge's shotgun blast blows through Boss Man's RIGHT FOOT again! He cries out in agony. Tuffy grabs the floor. MAIN BAR The attacking Beast's mouth opens to feed on Heroine. Heroine frantically grabs a SPLINTERED PIECE of the broken chair and buries it into the BEAST'S RIGHT EYE. The Beast SCREECHES and jerks back, scratching Heroine's arm and dragging the rest of Hero outside. Heroine has the ring. She kicks away from the wall to the center of the bar's floor. Shrieks and flapping wings are heard outside. They dissipate. A moment of calm. Belle timidly looks up from behind the bar, shaking, with pretzels in her hair. She holds the receiver of the busted pay phone. The other patrons emerge from under tables and other hiding spaces in various states of shock. The Judge's barrel smolders. Roadie breathes heavily against the table. Goldie sits up, shocked sober. Good Guy cautiously lowers Good Girl's hands from her face. Junior Beast has momentarily stopped moving. Bozo secures the lid with a nearby PADLOCK. BOZO What the FUCK is that? Heroine rolls back and flips upright, wild-eyed. She looks at the blood soaked bar. The patrons eye the ice cooler in morbid curiosity. Bartender eases toward Heroine pointing The Judge at the breached face of the bar. Heroine pants with adrenaline. We freeze on her. SUPERIMPOSED NAME: HEROINE AGE: 27 OCCUPATION: SURVIVOR LIFE EXPECTANCY: HOPEFULLY LONGER THAN THE LAST HERO She reaches in her pocket, pulls out a couple dollars and SLAMS them on the bar. HEROINE Beer me. CUT TO BLACK: FADE UP: We pan and scan over various NEWSPAPER HEADINGS with pictures and newsreel footage that read: "TRENTON, MISSOURI 1989: SEARCH CONTINUES FOR CANYON HIKERS" "HOTWALK, ALASKA 1951: BOAT DESTROYED ON LAND, CREW GONE" "PARIS, ILLINOIS 1977: HERD OF CATTLE FOUND SLAUGHTERED IN MINE SHAFT" "BLACK HILLS, SOUTH DAKOTA 1996: THREE HIKERS DISAPPEAR" "BORASINT, VIETNAM 1975: RECOGNIZANCE SQUAD REMAINS FOUND IN CAVE" "GAINSVILLE, FLORIDA 1980: ELDERLY MAN AND DOG MISSING" "POGUE, AUSTRALIA 1945: HUMAN BONES FOUND IN SHALLOW EARTH" "RAI-TAI, JAPAN 1963: DISCOVERED BODIES ON MOUNTAIN FACE OFFER LITTLE ANSWERS ONLY QUESTIONS" CUT TO: INT. BAR -- NIGHT There is a HOLLER at the top of the stairs. Everyone turns. BOSS MAN (PANICKED) IS IT CLEAR?! BARTENDER Yeah. BOSS MAN IS THERE A GUN POINTING AT YOU? BARTENDER Nah, I got the gun. Boss Man hobbles down the stairs with the help of Tuffy. His foot is a bloody mess. He is holding a .38. BOSS MAN All right god damn it! Who shot me!? Who did it!? Tuffy helps him. Belle and Bartender move to his aid. BOSS MAN My god damn foot is gone! Who fuckin' shot me? Who fuckin' shot me!? BARTENDER (motioning to Heroine) Her fella. HEROINE (weary) My husband... BOSS MAN Well, where's the sonuvabitch!? HEROINE He's dead. BOSS MAN What? Boss Man and Tuffy notice the destruction to the bar. BOSS MAN What the hell happened down here?! Boss Man looks to Bozo. BOZO I didn't do it! It was fuckin' monsters, asshole! Boss Man cocks the .38. BOSS MAN Jesus Christ on the cross... Someone make sense. HEROINE Easy. We're surrounded by something the likes none of you have ever seen before. Some kind of animals. Real fast, volatile, predators. ONE went through three of your patrons like they were Kleenex. BOSS MAN (matter of fact) So, your dead hubby shot me twice, three of my customers have been eaten, and there are angry creatures outside? HEROINE He only shot you once. BOSS MAN Huh? HEROINE (re: Bartender) He shot you the other time. BARTENDER It was an accident. Sorry. Boss Man squints skeptically. Good Guy points to the bar. GOOD GUY Look at it! Good Guy directs the attention of Boss Man and Tuffy to GRANDPAPA BEAST'S HEAD at the end of the bar. BOSS MAN (accepting) Fan-fuckin-tastic. Tuffy, still supporting Boss Man, is mesmerized by the head and damage to the bar. TUFFY Oh my God... What is that? HEROINE That's one piece of four problems. BOSS MAN Please elaborate. Tight on Heroine's eyes. HEROINE That head over there? She points to the decapitated beast head. HEROINE That's the oldest of the bunch, looked like the Grandpapa. We caught the little one, Junior, in the cooler there. As we've seen, what he lacks in size he more than makes up for in speed. BARTENDER And the rest of 'em? HEROINE Unfortunately, the worst of 'em are still outside. Heroine spins and recalls the gory details... NOTE: As Heroine describes each beast, we see a glimpse of their virtues. HEROINE The next one is taller, but all out of proportion. Like a "teen beast." EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT Just a quick glimpse of TEEN BEAST. He's got a big head and awkward body. He clumsily moves and seems uncomfortable in his own skin. He's got big balls and can't keep his hands off of them. HEROINE (V.O.) He was spastic, clumsy, but deadly just the same. INT. BAR FRONT -- NIGHT Heroine tends to her scratched arm. HEROINE If I'm not mistaken, I just took the eye out of the Mother. She can guide the attacks. She calculates. EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT MOMMA BEAST flashes out from the dark. She's shorter than Teen, but much wider. She has a big mouth and NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC BOOBS that hang down to her waist. She covers her stabbed left eye and SCREECHES. INT. BAR -- NIGHT Heroine taps her left eye. HEROINE If you are face to face with her, dive left. ROADIE And the last one is the... HEROINE Father. The biggest, the strongest... EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT FLASH! We only see a blur of muscles, bloody fur, and teeth. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS The entire bar stares at Heroine with their mouths on the floor. HEROINE No sign of any weaknesses. No sign at all. He's an eating machine. Goldie puts his head down. GOLDIE (sotto) Of all the friggin' bars to go into... The bar folks back up, not so confident about their chances. HEROINE All right, we need to lock this place down! Everyone in this room? Tuffy eyes bug. She drops Boss Man's arm. He topples. TUFFY Oh my god! My son! My SON! We race with Tuffy toward the staircase to the SECOND FLOOR. HEROINE Wait! Heroine and Bartender give chase. Tuffy is halfway up the stairs. TUFFY Cody! Cody are you all right? Mommy's coming! Mommy's coming, baby! Don't move! Mommy's coming! HEROINE Stop her! BARTENDER Hey! ON SECOND FLOOR Tuffy BURSTS through the door. Cody stands by the TV fiddling with the switches. Heroine and Bartender halt to guard the doorway. Heroine watches a PORTAL WINDOW between the doorway and Tuffy's son by the TV. CODY Mommy, the TV doesn't work. Tuffy picks up Cody and holds him in her arms. Heroine waves Tuffy and her son toward the door. HEROINE (hushed) Careful! C'mon! Tuffy cautiously shuffles back toward the doorway. TUFFY Oh sweetheart! What was I thinking? Mommy is never gonna let you go. Oh Jesus... Never, ever, never let you go. HEROINE (tense, to Bartender) Let's lock off this room. Tuffy and Cody move to exit. TUFFY Okay, baby? Never, ever, never. Never, ever, never, baby. Just stay close. I am never gonna let go. I love you, love you, lo -- SMASH! Papa Beast BURSTS through the portal window and RIPS Cody's torso from Tuffy's grasp! Tuffy holds his DANGLING ARMS! Blood SPRAYS everywhere! TUFFY NOOOOOOOO! RAAR! Papa Beast LUNGES at Tuffy! HEROINE Shoot him!!! BLAM! Bartender shoots, nailing Papa Beast in the side. He hisses, but can't fit through the small window. Bartender aims to shoot... BLAP! Papa Beast projectile vomits Cody's skull and the remains of past meals at Bartender's chest... the shotgun drops and Bartender stumbles back. Papa Beast retracts out the portal window. Heroine SLAMS the wood shutters closed. Tuffy drops Cody's arms. She is bug-eyed. She walks, zombie- like, to the staircase. Bartender stands dazed, covered in Papa Beast's bile. He wipes his face, picks up the Judge, and follows. Heroine locks the staircase door shut. She rubs a gold locket around her neck. HEROINE Dammit. Heroine drops her head and moves down the stairs. We follow her into the main room where the shocked group waits. Beer Guy stares at the bile covered Bartender. BEER GUY Oh my god... Hands him a towel. Tuffy slowly walks toward the rest of the patrons. The blood on her face and chest tells them what happened. The horror hits home. Good Guy holds Good Girl close. Bozo bows his head. Adulterer wipes his brow. Goldie downs another shot. Heroine eyes the destroyed phone. HEROINE Is that the only phone? Bartender emerges from the back holding a mess of plastic and wires. BARTENDER The back phone is wrecked too. Adulterer is listening intently. Rubbing his chin. Good Girl's eye's light up and she digs through her purse. Tuffy sits in a booth, shut down. GOOD GIRL This is really happening. I can't believe this is really happening. Good Guy takes Good Girl's head to his lips. GOOD GUY We'll be fine. We're gonna be just fine. Grandpa and Grandma have calmly re-taken their seats and are sipping their drinks. GRANDPA What'd you say? GRANDMA I didn't say anything. Bartender hesitantly tosses a wash towel over the Grandpa Beast head at the end of the bar. Goldie opens a fresh bottle of something stiff and takes a generous swig. Para is slumped holding his dripping hand. Belle moves over to aid Para with a rag. PARA Thank you. BELLE Are you okay? Do you need something for your hand? PARA No, it doesn't hurt. Para flexes the dart-wounded hand. PARA The nerve endings are shot, can't feel a thing. BELLE That's a pretty good scam. PARA Pays more than the couch. Good Girl pulls out a CELLULAR PHONE from her purse. GOOD GIRL Here! The group looks over. Adulterer GRABS it. GOOD GUY Hey! Adulterer starts dialing. ADULTERER Back off! Beer Guy walks from behind the bar. BEER GUY So, what now? Did those things leave? BOZO Why don't you go check it out? BEER GUY Fuck no. ADULTERER (to off-screen wife) I have a signal! I have... Diane? Diane listen to me... get the kids and get in the basement... do it right now... Trampy is teary-eyed staring at her folded hands. Heroine notices. ADULTERER (flustered) Diane don't do this now. I'll explain later. Not now! We can... I'm at a bar... look... shut up! JUST SHUT UP AND GET IN THE FUCKING BASEMENT, DIANE! Diane! Diane?... Hello? Dammit! I lost the signal! Adulterer gets up, a bit dazed. ADULTERER (growing in intensity) Okay. Okay. Look now, I gotta get outta here! I gotta go! My wife... See my wife is alone... I gotta go! She could be in trouble. I GOTTA GO! He backs up and moves towards the front door. Heroine shuffles into his path, hands raised. HEROINE I wouldn't do that. Adulterer, violently grabs Heroine to shove her away. ADULTERER Fuck you, bitch! WHAM! WHAM! BAM! Heroine nails Adulterer with THREE HITS to the chin, throat and chest. Heroine takes him by the forearm and FLIPS him to the floor. Heroine pulls a KNIFE from her belt buckle and has it under Adulterer's chin. HEROINE YOU CAN RISK YOUR LIFE, BUT NOT MINE! YOU PULL THAT TOUGH BOY SHIT ONE MORE TIME AND I'LL SLICE YOU FROM NECK TO NUTS! Bartender aims The Judge. ROADIE I'd listen to her if I were you. Adulterer nods obediently. Heroine removes the knife from his neck and plants it back into her buckle. Adulterer slowly rolls upright, beaten. ADULTERER (re: Bartender, catching breath) You willing to shoot me? BARTENDER If it keeps us alive. BOSS MAN Save your energy for a real problem. Adulterer moves from the door. ADULTERER (to bar) You can't keep me here. This is bullshit. Fuckin' bullshit. This is fucking BULLSHIT! HEROINE We can't risk letting them in. ADULTERER (trembling, pissed) Right. Heroine kicks loose a metal footrest pole. The Bartender sets down the Judge to clean his face and arms in the sink. BARTENDER (sotto) This shit burns. Good Guy approaches Adulterer and touches his arm. GOOD GUY Just take a seat. ADULTERER Don't touch me! Adulterer takes his seat. He looks over at the half bald Trampy. She looks at him, hurt. He covers his face in shame. Good Guy takes the phone back. Heroine slides the thick metal pole through the double door handles. The slide sends the Rust Red shotgun back into her hands. She turns and cocks the weapon. BAM! BAM! BAM! Junior Beast bangs around in the ice cooler, doing himself more damage than good. BOZO I think it's hungry again. Heroine moves close, her gun raised. HEROINE We have to kill it. (to Boss Man) Can you help? Boss Man aims his .38. Like he knows what is coming, Junior Beast goes wild, trying to get out. HEROINE Fire! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Bullets rip through the cooler. Junior squeals. More shots. Casings hit the ground. Smoke rises. Boss Man's .38 is empty. Bozo is the first to lean in. BOZO I think we got -- RAH! A tiny white arm fires out from the cooler grabbing Bozo's leg. Bozo yelps. Junior shrieks. Tuffy shoves The Judge into a hole and... BLAM! Guts splatter. Junior's greenish-blood drips out of the many holes. Bozo falls back unscathed. He catches his breath and looks to Tuffy. She is born again, hard. TUFFY You're welcome. GOOD GIRL Jesus, it took all that? All those bullets? How can we possibly fight off the others? ROADIE We'll think of somethin'. GOOD GUY Maybe we don't have to fight them. BOZO What you wanna do, call 'em names? Everyone is waiting for a little more. GOOD GUY No, scare them. Scare them right back. This is a species stand-off. We just need to show them we're not vulnerable. That we're formidable. ADULTERER How? GOOD GUY I need a stick. Bartender opens the cooler's lid and carefully pulls out Junior Beast with salad tongs. The carcass falls to the floor with a SPLAT. Beer Guy hands Good Guy a splintered broomstick. GOOD GUY Stand back. He buries the broomstick into Junior's side and carries the limp carcass towards a covered hole in the wall. GOOD GUY Let's get that board down. Roadie pries off a board to reveal a pumpkin sized hole. HEROINE What the hell you doing? Good Guy shoves Junior's mangled body through to the outside. GOOD GUY Showing superiority. The scent of their dead may drive them away. The whole bar moves to the side wall to see how the Beast Family will react. GOOD GUY Come on. Come onnnnnn. GOOD GIRL Is there a call, or something? Bozo leans forward. BOZO See that you monkey fucks! That's what you get when you mess with us! Woman or man, I don't give a fuck! Shit don't make me gay, you'll be sucking my dick! Bozo's last insult hangs in the air. Good Guy stares at him. PARA Nice... EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS WHOOSH! Junior is swiped from the hand made pike. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS Good Guy jerks back. The startled group refocuses as the Father Beast perches under the moonlight before them cradling his dead child. The other Beast Family members slowly approach Junior. For the first time, the others in the bar get to see what they're up against. And just as Heroine said, they're an odd mix of white fur, teeth and claws. Papa Beast is gentle and it's almost endearing. Teen Beast Bows his misshapen head. Momma Beast takes Junior in her arms and nuzzles him. GOOD GIRL It's working. I think it's working. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS The whole group starts to ease. Then... Papa Beast HOLLERS. EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS From deep in his soul, Papa Beast lets out a HORRID WAIL. If there were anyone alive for miles around, they'd be able to hear him. The group covers their ears. Then, something really odd happens. Momma tosses Junior in the air, opens her wide jaws, and SWALLOWS HIM WHOLE. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS Boss Man pulls his .38. BOSS MAN Good christ! They're cannibals! EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS Papa Beast moves behind Mamma Beast and, despite the fact that everyone is watching them, they go to work making ANOTHER CHILD. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS GOOD GUY (pure shock) Oh... my... god. EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS Yes, Mamma Beast and Papa Beast are having MONSTER SEX. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS BOZO Dude, they're fuckin'! EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS Unlike humans, Papa Beast finishes and the birth cycle lasts all of thirty seconds. Momma Beast's belly balloons up and she squats. POP! A SLIMY OBJECT the size and shape of a vacuum cleaner drops from her. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS Para's amazed. PARA Wow! Good Girl VOMITS. EXT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS The slimy object twitches and then SPLITS in half. The two halves spring appendages and raise their heads. The TWIN SISTER BEASTS have been born. Papa moves forward and cleans off his new baby girls. The Beast Girls look at the bar and hiss in unison. INT. BAR -- CONTINUOUS Heroine's eyes bulge. HEROINE Get back! SLAM-SLAM! The two hissing Beast Girls strike the bar front. Roadie shoves that board back over the hole. Good Guy is holding back the still heaving Good Girl's hair. BOZO Any more ideas Animal Planet? BEER GUY You weren't helpin'. BOZO Go douche. BARTENDER What now? ADULTERER We're stuck in here. That's what. Heroine eyes the bar's many weakened points. Boss Man addresses Heroine. BOSS MAN We've got some tools, and extra planks in the back, if we're on the same page. Heroine addresses the group. HEROINE Let's work. MONTAGE OF LOCKING DOWN THE BAR Various hands find tools and spare boards. Various patrons find more tools in the bar's tiny kitchen and in bar cabinets. Nails sink into wood. Hammers strike. Tuffy cleans her son's blood from her body, sobbing. More boards up. Debris cleared. Heroine duct tapes a knife to her right boot. Doors are barricaded. The torn apart bodies, wrapped in table cloths, are dragged to the kitchen cooler. Hammers hammer. Saws saw. Heroine places a board against a wall beneath Goldie as he hammers a nail. Goldie tries to take a look down Heroine's tank top. Goldie HAMMERS his thumb. Screams. Wounds are tended to. More debris shuffled. Hammer. Board in place. Kitchen cooler shut. Nail sinks. A saw cuts. A beer opens. END MONTAGE INT. BAR -- LATER Several of the chairs and tables barricade the doors. The place seems in order. Heroine walks through the bar with Bartender. BARTENDER Well, it don't look pretty. BOSS MAN But it's got teeth. Heroine nods. HEROINE Will these boards hold? BOSS MAN The boards are solid oak planks, and the floor is reinforced by a steel grid beneath. Nothing real or supernatural is busting through this, least nothing the size of the beasts. HEROINE Good. Bozo pops open a beer off the back of Para's wheelchair and nods to Grandpapa Beast's head on the end of the bar. BOZO Pocahantas! Heroine turns. BOZO If you don't mind me askin', how'd you run into these things? BOSS MAN More importantly, how did you run away from these things? Heroine stands in the middle of the room as they all gather around her. HEROINE It all started about forty hours ago... DISSOLVE TO: EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- EVENING The orange sun melts into the horizon. INT. LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS Heroine and Hero watch TV with DEBBIE (matronly, older). EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- CONTINUOUS We see the home on the horizon with a big barn next to it. Shrieking and flapping grows in the distance. INT. LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS Heroine, Hero, and Debbie look at each other with concern. Debbie rises to look out the window. DEBBIE Holy mother of... INT. BAR -- NIGHT Heroine has the group mesmerized. HEROINE We barricaded ourselves in the cellar. Then it was just listening. We listened to those things destroy an entire heard of livestock. They cried and screamed but there was nowhere to go. It took those things all night to eat 'em. Cattle, lamb, and a full horse stock. Devoured in total. They just kept coming. Like they were insatiable. The swarm crept toward the house. Closer and closer, consuming anything in the way. Slashing, feeding and licking the bones clean. Just when we said our prayers, the first ray of sun hit the house... EXT. FARMHOUSE -- MORNING PLOP! A HORSE'S HEAD falls in front of us as we see Heroine and her terrified companions in the sun soaked home peeking out from the damaged cellar door. INT. BAR -- NIGHT HEROINE That first beam of sunlight drove 'em away. Somewhere. They disappeared. Gone. We decided to run for it. We called who we could to warn them and we didn't see a soul the whole drive out. We went all day until our tank and spare canisters in the trunk were dry. We came upon a gas station to refill... EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- EVENING The sun is falling into the horizon. The traveler's CAMARO pulls into a small gas station. EXT. GAS STATION -- CONTINUOUS Heroine goes up to the service window. She cups her hands over the sides of her face to look inside. Nobody. There is a slight buzzing from inside. Hero hollers from the fuel pump by the car. HERO What's goin' on? The pumps are shut off. HEROINE There's nobody here -- She follows the buzzing sound to a corner of the room. There is a swarm of black flies crawling over half a STATION ATTENDANT'S gutted torso. HEROINE They've been here! Debbie pops out of the back of the car with the empty fuel canisters. DEBBIE Turn on the pump! (to Hero) I'll find something. Glass shatters as Heroine reaches inside to turn on the pumps. INT. BAR -- NIGHT Heroine's demeanor tightens as the story continues. HEROINE We had no time. We didn't know if we were going in the right direction, or if there even was a right direction anymore. All we knew was the sun was dropping and we had to get enough fuel to make it through the night at 90 miles per hour... EXT. GAS STATION -- NIGHT Debbie siphons fuel from a TOW TRUCK in the distance. Hero fills their CAMARO. HERO Suck it down you metal bitch. Suck it down. DEBBIE (to Hero) Help! EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- CONTINUOUS Debbie is carrying two jugs of gasoline over her shoulders. Hero sets the pump key and runs for Debbie to grab one. INT. BARN -- CONTINUOUS Heroine hastily grabs food and drinks, ignoring the cash register completely. The sun is setting. EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- CONTINUOUS Hero and Debbie move sluggishly under the weight of the canisters. In the shadows, we can hear the shrill hissing... INT. BAR -- NIGHT HEROINE It happened fast... EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION -- CONTINUOUS Heroine emerges from the Gas Station shop. Hero is moving as fast as possible with Debbie. HERO Get in the car! Heroine hears the growing cries of the beasts. Her loot hits the pavement as she runs to the car's trunk and opens it. Hero loads the canisters into the trunk as Debbie takes the driver's seat. HERO Get in the car, baby. Hero pulls the nozzle out of the Camaro and drops the spilling gas nozzle onto the pavement. Heroine jumps into the passenger seat. Hero runs over the top of the Camaro and slides into the sunroof. He grabs a rifle and aims toward the leaking gas pool. Something rises in the Gas Station. HERO Roll! Debbie fires up the car and tears out. Hero fires and the station becomes a fireball. Debbie guns the auto. HEROINE Close the roof! Hero lowers into the back seat and starts to close the roof as TEEN BEAST lands on top of the car... HERO Shit! Debbie revs the engine. DEBBIE Shoot that motherfu- RIIPPP! Heroine looks over to Debbie. Her throat is gone. Heroine grabs the wheel and steps on Debbie's foot. SCREEECH! The car 180's and Teen Beast sails off of the hood into darkness. The Camaro tears down a tangent dirt road... INT. BAR -- NIGHT Heroine stands in front of the people near Grandpapa Beast's head. HEROINE We drove the tank dry, with Debbie's corpse riding shotgun. We stopped for only seconds about an hour ago to gas up and lay Debbie to rest. It must have smelled the blood or something. We got back on the road and... EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT BOOM! Grandpapa Beast LANDS on the front hood of the Camaro. Heroine and Hero SCREAM and rev the engine, swerving madly as Grandpapa Beast VOMITS on the windshield. HERO Break! Heroine slams on the breaks. Grandpapa Beast slides back, holding onto the grill. HERO Go! Go! Go! Grandpapa Beast tears into the engine through the grill as sparks and smoke shoot out. Heroine jerks the steering wheel. HERO Look out! INT. BAR -- NIGHT C.U. - Heroine's eyes. HEROINE And that's how I ended up here. BARTENDER And the head? EXT. PRAIRIE LAND -- NIGHT SMASH! The Camaro drives into a ditch. The impact DECAPITATES Grandpapa Beast. Its head FIRES through the windshield and lands on Heroine's lap. Its snake-like tongue lashes out at Heroine's crotch. She screams... INT. BAR -- NIGHT HEROINE I don't want to talk about that. Beat. BARTENDER So, your husband ditched you? HEROINE No, no, no it was... it was wild out there, no time to think, we just moved. He didn't leave me. He just ran. (beat) He just ran. BARTENDER Well, justice is funny. ROADIE You say there's four, huh? GOOD GUY There's six now, actually. BOZO Yeah, thanks for that. GOOD GUY (heated to Bozo) You know something? Standing next to you makes me dumber. BOZO You wanna take this outside? GOOD GUY (rolling eyes) Case in point. BOSS MAN Easy. TRAMPY What do we do? BOSS MAN There's no protocol to follow here. We just gotta take stock, hole in, and think a way out of this. GOOD GUY Do we have anything else to defend ourselves with? Anything? HEROINE Right. Were going to need some fire power. (to Boss Man) Do you have any sort of guns or ammunition here? Anything at all? Boss Man sighs and rubs his head. BOSS MAN I got my .38 here. That's six shots and two refills. Downstairs, I think we got another rifle, maybe a scatterer and some gardening tools. Maybe a couple boxes of shells for The Judge. BARTENDER I got shells too, box and a half, tops. HEROINE Okay, well that's something. ROADIE So we've got guns, kitchen knives, pipes, fire and sticks. Beer Guy scans the stocked bar wall. BEER GUY I might be able to do something with the bottles... GRANDPA You're gonna need a whole lot more than that to get outta here alive. The crowd turns to face Grandpa and his wife. BOZO I thought you were dead, old timer. Grandpa holds on to Grandma's hand as he speaks. GRANDPA You young'uns worry about weapons, I'm thinkin' bout strategy. BOZO Oh? And what's that? GRANDPA Sit still, look less like a meal. BOZO I think that's for bears and sharks, chunky chew. The group's attention shifts back to the bar. BELLE This is unbelievable. Nobody knows a thing about these monsters flying around, tearing people apart. Tuffy shudders. BELLE Sorry. GOOD GIRL There has to be somebody. An entire room of people can't come up with an explanation? This kinda thing just doesn't come out of the BLUE. ROADIE Consider us in the blue then. ADULTERER Do you think they're gone? I haven't heard anything for a while, maybe they're gone. GOLDIE Well, maybe they migrate? HEROINE As long as it's dark, they're around. They hide, wait for you to drop your guard, and then attack. TRAMPY How can you be so sure? You said yourself, this started only two days ago. HEROINE We learned fast. BOZO WE? WE learned fast? YOU are all that is left of WE. No offense Tonto, but I think someone else should play "Chief" tonight. Someone that knows the lay of the land. (beat) Like me. Bartender rolls his eyes at Boss Man. HEROINE (dismissive) Fine. Bozo, victorious, sits down. BOZO Now we're gettin' somewhere. Adulterer moves over to the window that has shutters over it. There's a SMALL HOLE in one of the pieces of wood. GOLDIE Maybe these things are like locusts or something and only come out for a few days to feed. This could just be a part of their life cycle. PARA We could just be a part of their life cycle. FROM ADULTERER'S P.O.V. - He peeks out the hole and sees nothing, but the dark night. GRANDPA I wouldn't do that, son. BOZO They're probably on to the next buffet by now. There's a retirement home up the road. They'd be easy. HEROINE (to Adulterer) Careful. ADULTERER I'm telling you, I don't see a thing -- BOINK! Papa Beast's claw POKES into his eye... The screaming Adulterer JERKS away holding his squirting socket. INSERT SHOT FROM THE EYE ON THE CLAW - The eye sees it's owner stumble back and fall to the floor holding his face. NORMAL SHOT Beer Guy and Good Guy move to his aid. Trampy screams. FROM OUTSIDE The eyeball fires into Papa's drooling mega-mouth. SLURP! BACK INSIDE BASH! A Beast arm BURSTS through the side wall and SNAGS Good Guy's pants and boxers. Good Guy screams and lunges forward... He is BOTTOMLESS. HEROINE Everyone stay in the middle of the room! Off the walls! Off the walls! NOW! Everyone obeys her command to get in the middle of the room. Good Girl hands a little menu to Good Guy. He covers himself. HEROINE Now, does everyone agree that they are still out there? The group nods. HEROINE (to Bozo) 'Eh, Chief? BOZO (mocking) Duh hickey. Beer Guy holds Adulterer's wounded head. Trampy holds his hand. BEER GUY He's out cold. GOOD GIRL I know some first aid if we have a kit. Do we? BOSS MAN In the kitchen, under the sink. HEROINE No one goes anywhere alone. Least of all, unarmed. Heroine hands the Rust Red Shotgun to Good Guy. HEROINE (under breath) Find some pants. Good Guy and Good Girl head for the KITCHEN. Heroine surveys the room. HEROINE We need to stay alert. Heroine takes a bottle of liquor from Goldie just as he puts it to his lips. GOLDIE Hey! HEROINE (eyeing Goldie) Everyone take a role. Let's prepare the guns, ammo and whatever else we can scare up. We also need to help the hurt so we can move them on our ultimate exit outta here. (beat) So, who's going into the basement with me? The room is silent. TUFFY (shaky) I will. Tuffy stands, sniffling. BARTENDER I don't think you should... BOSS MAN With what just happened upstairs -- TUFFY Shut up! Shut your mouth. You have no idea what is running through me right now. No idea. (to Heroine) I'm ready. HEROINE (slight smirk) All right. BOSS MAN I'm sorr- She walks by without looking. Heroine, Tuffy, Roadie, and Bartender all move to the BASEMENT. The door creaks open slowly. Flashlights illuminate the stairs. The group descends. Left UPSTAIRS are Para, Bozo, Beer Guy, Adulterer, Boss Man, Good Girl, Good Guy, Goldie, Belle, Trampy, Grandpa, and Grandma. Bozo makes his way to the bar for a beer. BOZO (to Beer Guy) She is one hot little minx. Beer Guy and Goldie are trying to make MOLOTOV COCKTAILS. SMACK! Bozo slaps Beer Guy's constructing hand. BOZO Ah-ah-ah! You're doing that all wrong! Beer Guy looks up puzzled. Goldie sets his bottle down. BOZO I'm telling ya, you got the cloth too deep, you're asking for it. BEER GUY Oh yeah? GOLDIE What do you know? BOZO I know you're doing it wrong. BEER GUY Enlighten us, please. Bozo grabs one of the cloth rags and moves to the alcohol bottles. BOZO Move aside, ladies. He stuffs the cloth rag into one of the bottles. BOZO (serious) You don't want the rag to touch the booze, that way you can hold it awhile and ensure it explodes when you throw it. PARA You sure? I thought the rag had to touch? BOZO I'm sure. GOLDIE How'd you know this? BOZO (to Para) Remember Uncle Lou? Para has a blank expression. BOZO Uncle Lou? DISSOLVE TO: EXT. TRAILER PARK -- DAY -- FLASHBACK YOUNG PARA (8, small, sickly) and YOUNG BOZO (10, Black Sabbath T-shirt, ripped jeans, stringy mullet) both stare at UNCLE LOU (39, tan tank-top, beer belly, boxer underwear) madly running around with his arm ENGULFED IN FLAMES. UNCLE LOU HOT DAMN-SONUVABITCH-HOT DAMN-GOD DAMN-SONUVABITCH! The two young boys stare expressionlessly at the episode. CUT TO: INT. BAR -- NIGHT Para cringes. PARA (eyes shut, wincing) Uncle Louuuuuuuuuuu. Bozo puts down the Molotov cocktail, grabs a beer, and struts away. BOZO Right on. Right on. Right on. On the floor nearby, Boss Man rubs his shin above the wounded foot, wincing in pain. Belle is watching him like a hawk. She downs a shot. INT. BAR -- BASEMENT -- NIGHT The basement is dark and dingy. There is crap all over the place. Dried out ANIMAL CARCASSES hang from the ceiling on hooks. They SWAY as the group moves through them. There is a small cage made out of wood and chicken wire. The group rummages through the stuff. ROADIE There's a rifle and a shotgun here. HEROINE That's fine. INT. BAR -- NIGHT Good Guy, wearing dirty jeans, and Good Girl return from the kitchen with a sizable first aid kit. They hustle to the unconscious Adulterer. Bozo is steadfastly working on molotov cocktails. Beer Guy takes a seat next to Para. BEER GUY Why do you take shit from him? PARA Look, yeah, he's an ass, but he's my brother. Que sera-sera. BEER GUY Your brother, huh? PARA Yep. BEER GUY Your parents of relation? PARA We lived near power lines. Belle kneels next to the Boss Man. BELLE I'll take over, if that's all right. She tends to his foot as he sets down his pistol. BELLE How are you holding up? BOSS MAN Well... He pulls a small bottle out of his pocket and hands it to her. BOSS MAN ...open this. She fiddles with the cap. BOSS MAN Push and twist, it's child proof. BELLE Oh. BOSS MAN Gimme a couple dabs on the tongue. She drops a few dabs in his mouth. BELLE What is this? BOSS MAN Magic potion. (beat) You should try a little. BELLE Oh, no. BOSS MAN It'll calm your nerves. Works like a charm. BELLE Really? BOSS MAN Uh huh. Just put a dab on your tongue. BELLE Will I go crazy or something? BOSS MAN No, no, it calms you, makes everything nice and smooth. Just takes the edge off like a beer, but in a fraction of the time. BELLE Why not then? She takes the bottle and is about to take some. BOSS MAN Wait, before you do that, help me to the kitchen, I need to lay down. There's a cot back there. BELLE But -- BOSS MAN It's much safer in there, sweety. BELLE Okay then. She helps him up and they move through the kitchen to the BACK ROOM. Beer Guy stands watching Good Girl. She starts to bandage Adulterer's eye. GOOD GIRL Where are they going? BEER GUY I don't wanna know. GOOD GIRL (to Adulterer) How does it feel? She finishes wrapping the bandages around his head. Adulterer is coming out of his stupor. ADULTERER Lousy. GOOD GIRL You still have one left. ADULTERER Right when I thought there wasn't a silver lining... Trampy leans in from the side. TRAMPY It serves you right. You cheatin' jerk. ADULTERER Spare me. TRAMPY I figure it's karma. You wronged me and you wronged your wife and you wronged your children, so this is karma biting you on the ass, or in your case... (flicks the eye bandage) ...on the eye. Bozo addresses Trampy as he works. BOZO Oh yeah? TRAMPY Well, it could be worse, he could be dead. Then again, the night is young. Bozo acknowledges Trampy's half bald head. BOZO Ya know, that's not a bad look on you, kinda 1985, but not bad. I'd hook it up. TRAMPY Huh? ADULTERER Leave her alone. BOZO Hey Cyclops? Let's have a quiet contest... starting now. Bozo turns his attention back to Trampy. BOZO (licking lips) Ya know, in situations of duress, I have found that women are attracted to my authority. Trampy cringes. INT. BAR -- BASEMENT -- NIGHT Roadie emerges with two crates. He drops them on the floor. ROADIE Flares, the light might scare them. Bartender turns holding TWO LARGE MACHETES. BARTENDER These could come in handy. Heroine grabs one and swings it. HEROINE Nice. Let's get everything upstairs. Heroine moves to the stairs, but stops. She grabs Tuffy by the arm and takes her aside. HEROINE You know you don't have to do this. TUFFY (shaky) I'm fine, I really am. HEROINE I admire your strength. TUFFY We all have to be strong, right? HEROINE Right. Heroine reaches into her shirt and pulls out an IDENTICAL LOCKET as Tuffy's. She opens it and displays a picture of a LITTLE GIRL. HEROINE Her name is Charlie. TUFFY (fighting back tears) Oh... HEROINE She's still alive, I hope. I wouldn't have made it this far if it weren't for the chance of seeing my little girl again. I need to get to her. TUFFY I'll do anything to help. HEROINE I know. Thanks. Just don't tell anyone I have a soft side. TUFFY (tiny smile) Deal. INT. BAR -- KITCHEN -- NIGHT Boss Man is lying on a cot, kissing Belle. She pulls away and brushes back her hair. BELLE Doesn't your foot hurt? BOSS MAN I can't feel a thing, Hon. She touches his crotch. BELLE How 'bout now? She stands up and starts to take off her clothes. BOSS MAN You're a bad little girl, aren't you. She dances around, high. BELLE Um-hmmm. BOSS MAN The girl's got rhythm. She takes off her blouse and tosses it at him. BOSS MAN Whoaaaa... She lifts up her skirt and bends over, giggling. BOSS MAN There it is. She rubs her hands over her rounded ass and flicks her tongue. BELLE You wanna see, baby? BOSS MAN Sure. BELLE How much you got? BOSS MAN How much I got, what? She turns and rubs her breasts together. BELLE How much you got to see the show? BOSS MAN You don't understand sweety, Daddy doesn't pay, Daddy sees the show for free. But you do get points for being horny on a night like this. She cringes and backs up a little. BELLE What? Really? BOSS MAN Uh huh, now wiggle that sweet little ass over here and sit on Daddy's face, I wanna do some appraising. Belle leans forward with puckered lips. BELLE Um-hmmm. CRASH! Sister Beast #1 and Sister Beast #2 REACH through the side wall and GRAB Belle by the scalp. She is JERKED against the wall. BAM! BAM! BAM! She's slammed against the wall again and then- RIP! Belle's skin is TORN from her head and torso. Boss Man jumps back. BOSS MAN Hoh-SHIT! Help!! Help me!!! The howling Belle FALLS into Boss Man's arms for a hideous KISS. FROM MAIN BAR Heroine whips attention to the screams. The armed group runs. IN BACK ROOM BOSS MAN NO! NO! NO! Boss Man shoves the screaming Belle back against the wall. Sister Beast #2 pokes her head inside the room, hissing. BOSS MAN OHH JESUS! HELLLP! Belle's wild arms SMEAR blood all over Boss Man. BAM! The door is kicked open. BOOM! Road's shotgun blast takes out Belle. Heroine lunges at Sister Beast #2. The machete chops. The upper half of Sister Beast #2 drops to the floor. SPLUT! Belle's dead body falls. Sister Beast #2's torso PROPS UP. She RUNS using her hands as legs. Heroine hacks at it, but misses. Sister Beast #2 claws into Boss Man's wrapped foot. Blood squirts! Boss Man WAILS in pain and SHAKES his foot with the Sister Beast #2 still attached. Heroine swings the machete. Sister Beast #2 releases. SPLUTCH! Boss Man's foot is hacked into. He cries out. Sister Beast #2, trailing guts, climbs up on the bed and heads straight for Boss Man's CROTCH. He screams, backing up. She lunges! CHOP! Heroine swings the machete and SLICES the Sister Beast #2's torso in half. The two halves fall to the floor, wiggling. Heroine HACKS her into tiny little pieces. Boss Man grabs his crotch making sure everything is still intact. HEROINE (panting) I told you to stay in the main room. Boss Man squirms in the bed. BOSS MAN (shocked) Mmmm-yyy f-fooot! Bozo peeks in. BOZO Medic! INT. BAR -- NIGHT The group carries the remaining SUPPLIES up from the basement. Good Girl pensively stays on her phone. Dialing. Waiting and dialing. She puts the phone down. GOOD GIRL I can't get anybody. I don't even know if I have a signal anymore. Beer Guy and Bartender talk while unloading the crates of FLARES. BEER GUY I have a CB in my truck, we could get some help out here. BARTENDER Who the hell would you call? BEER GUY Anyone. BOZO Do you drive a short beer bus or something? You go out there you get eaten, you stay in here you get eaten, anyone comes to help they get eaten. Don't you see a pattern here, Spuds Makenzie? BEER GUY (sarcastically) Well then I guess we should just give up. BOZO (re: Trampy) Believe me, I'd love to save the day and get some heroic snatch. But it's not in the cards, partner. BARTENDER I think I know where a CB is. BOZO Where's that? BARTENDER Upstairs. Bozo turns to Boss Man and hollers. BOZO Hey, Hop-a-long! You holding out on us? You got a CB upstairs? Boss Man, pale and morphine pumped, sits at a table with his foot raised. BOSS MAN Go for it. It's by the far wall. A small wave band. Channel 9 is the emergency frequency. But I don't see the point. HEROINE You're wasting your time, there's no one out there. BOZO Oh yeah, hot pants? Well I'll be the judge of that. (hands out) Shotgun please. Heroine hands it over. HEROINE Fine, Chief. BOZO Gimme the keys. HEROINE NO, but I will lock you in. BOZO What? HEROINE We'll be on the other side waiting for you. If you become food I don't want the only set of keys in the belly of one of those things. It's your funeral. BEER GUY We're better off. BOZO Who's with me? No one budges. Bozo glares at them. GRANDPA (rising from his seat) I'll go with ya. BOZO What are you gonna do? Throw your teeth at 'em? Sit down, Cocoon. Bozo moves to the staircase. There's blood at the bottom and it gets worse with each step. Heroine leans in toward him. HEROINE (stern) You are taking a chance that is not worth the risk. BOZO Well, we are one miracle short tonight. So, just guard the stairs? HEROINE Done. But you're locked in. (to Bartender) Will you hold the keys? Bartender nods, taking the machete. The trio climbs the staircase. Bozo slightly slips on the blood. He grips the railing and pulls himself up the staircase like an old man. BOZO Now, I don't want to hear any of this... "oh, I dropped the key", "wrong key", "ain't no key here." When I want out, I want out, ok? Bartender holds up and shakes the keys. BARTENDER They're right here. ON SECOND FLOOR HEROINE (whisper) Hey! BOZO What?! HEROINE Move slow and move quiet. BOZO No shit. Bozo, Heroine and Bartender unblock, then unlock the door. It swings open. HEROINE Move it! BOZO (to Bartender) You keep that key handy. Bartender has the key loaded into the thick dead bolt, ready to move. Bartender nods. Bozo, bug-eyed, hustles in. The door shuts and locks. BOZO Wish me luck! WHAM! Bozo is on the ground. FROM OUTSIDE THE DOOR HEROINE Shit! BOZO (O.S.) I'm fine! I'm fine! INSIDE SECOND FLOOR Bozo rises and nervously surveys the damaged floor. BOZO (anxious, hushed) Come on. Come on. Come on! Bozo jumps when he sees the gore and the bloody shoes from Cody's attack. The static signal from the TV ILLUMINATES the room. BOZO (cringing) Geeezzzus. He moves slowly. BOZO Okay, now. Easy steps. Easy breaths. Easy steps. FROM OUTSIDE THE DOOR BARTENDER Come on, come on. BEHIND THEM, through a boarded window, something CRAWLS upward. Not noticing, Heroine bites her lip. INSIDE THE SECOND FLOOR Bozo moves turtle slow. BOZO (slowly) Lamaze. Lamaze. Lamaze. He moves to the door of Boss Man's private room. DOWNSTAIRS Everyone is looking up at the ceiling following Bozo's foot steps. INSIDE THE SECOND FLOOR Bozo, still creeping toward the door, puts his hand out to open it. DOWNSTAIRS Everyone's head stops turning as Bozo's foot steps stop. Good Girl inhales deeply. INSIDE THE SECOND FLOOR Bozo, trembling, touches the knob and... DOWNSTAIRS Goldie has his teeth clenched. INSIDE THE SECOND FLOOR CREEEEEEEEAK! The door eases open. Bozo steps inside the room. DOWNSTAIRS Good Girl exhales. OUTSIDE THE DOOR BARTENDER Jesus Christ, I'm gonna have a stroke. HEROINE Easy. INSIDE THE SECOND FLOOR Bozo moves over to a lamp. He goes to pull the chain. REEEEEEEEE! A bat FLIES off the lamp shade screeching. Bozo falls backwards. BOZO HAAAA! DOWNSTAIRS The group jumps. OUTSIDE THE DOOR Heroine turns to Bartender. INSIDE THE SECOND FLOOR Bozo gets off the floor again. He may have filled his pants. BOZO (to everyone) JUST A BAT! I'M FINE! JUST A BAT! SORRY! OUTSIDE THE DOOR HEROINE If he doesn't shut up... ON SECOND FLOOR Bozo turns and points the gun around the room. He moves slowly. He sees the CB. It is like an intercom with a cable running outside. He drops the shotgun and hustles to the CB. He fidgets with the knobs. BOZO Hello? Anyone there? We need help out here at the United Nations Tavern. Send guns, tanks, and all that shit. 10-4. S.O.S. Help us please. All we hear is STATIC. BOZO (to Heroine) I found it! I found it! A faint GROWL is heard outside. ON STAIRCASE Heroine hears the growl. HEROINE Hurry! ON SECOND FLOOR BOZO REPEAT. WE NEED HELP. SOS. CALLING ALL CARS! WE NEED HELP AT THE UNITED NATIONS TAV--! WHOOP! The CB is JERKED from Bozo's hands and slams into the wall creating a CRACK. CHEWING SOUNDS can be heard. BOZO SHIT. ON STAIRCASE HEROINE MOVE YOUR ASS! INSIDE THE SECOND FLOOR Bozo aims the gun at the chewing sound... A pop and fizzle. BOZO Misfire! He spins and runs to the door. OUTSIDE Claws TEAR at the wall. The CB pops out. INSIDE AT STAIRCASE DOOR Bozo, watching the growing threat, knocks on the door.