THEY Original Script
THEY Original Script
FADE IN:
Tiny golden wheels and gears turning lazily upon metal rods. Mechanical pieces.
Small and intricate. Glittering in the sunlight.
REVEAL
The gears are turning within an ANTIQUE DESK CLOCK sitting on a book shelf, a
small pendulum swinging back and forth behind the glass housing.
The room is barren except for a pair of open suitcases and a bed that's been
stripped. Sitting on the mattress is ...
Smart and clever. Dressed in a graduation gown and staring out the window. She
seems to be lost in thought, immobile, until the bedroom door swings open and ...
CONNOR LEVIN, aged seventeen and wearing a suit and tie, steps inside.
CONNOR
JULIA
CONNOR
JULIA
(dryly)
He steps out.
Julia takes a framed picture out of her suitcase -- a candid shot of herself standing
with her MOTHER, forties, a healthy and vibrant woman.
JULIA (cont'd)
Julia walks out of the building where her father, GUY LEVIN, an older man with a
kind face, waits. Connor is checking his reflection in the car window, adjusting his tie,
fussing with his hair.
GUY
You ready?
JULIA
(remembering)
Oh, except Mom's clock -- I think there's something wrong with it. It's not telling the
right time.
GUY
GUY (cont'd)
Julia is momentarily uncomfortable. But she recovers, smiles and kisses her father on
the cheek.
JULIA
We'll be late.
Students dressed in graduation caps and gowns are gathered on the campus
grounds.
Julia stands by herself, taking pictures with a professional Nikon camera. She
focuses the camera upon ...
TERRY ALBA, 22, beautiful and sexy. Very particular and demanding. She smiles
perfectly as Julia snaps the picture. But her boyfriend, SAM BURNSIDE, cute and
mischievous, sporting pink hair and loud clothes, makes a face.
Winding her film, Julia searches a moment, then smiles. Raising her camera lens,
she snaps a picture of ...
Early twenties. Dark hair. Strapping and perfectly handsome. He wears a blue and
gold striped tie with his starched white shirt and graduation gown.
PAUL
JULIA
Ready to move in. I'll be storing some of the stuff you've already got. Television. CD
player. Microwave.
PAUL
(suggestively)
Bed.
JULIA
Bed.
PAUL
Med School doesn't start until August. At least not for the freshmen, so we've got
plenty of time to see Europe, take the car trip up north ...
JULIA
I hope it won't be a drag. There's a lot of stuff to move out of my mother's cabin.
PAUL
JULIA
I hope so.
Beat.
PAUL
You okay?
JULIA
Tense.
PAUL
JULIA
No.
PAUL
JULIA
(stifling laughter)
Maybe later.
JULIA (cont'd)
Hey, I saw your Mom and kid sister. Where's your Dad?
Beat.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
Paul looks away. Julia knows how painful this is and won't insult him by trying to
diminish it.
Julia smiles and runs her finger across his tie knot.
JULIA
PAUL
The lines start moving towards the stadium. Hundreds of CHEERS rise up from the
graduating students.
As she walks, a sound draws Julia's attention. Standing on the lawn is a SMALL
BOY, no more than four years-old, SOBBING and clinging to his mother's legs.
Julia stops walking as she gazes at the child. The line comes to a halt behind her.
PAUL (cont'd)
JULIA
Sorry.
She stalks walking again. Paul puts his arms around her.
A big, traditional house nestled in the hills. PARENTS and graduating STUDENTS
exchange polite conversation in the yard.
Sitting between a pair of open french doors is "the gang" consisting of Julia and Paul
and Terry and Sam. They throw around conversation, ignoring the party.
TERRY
It's secluded? Nobody said anything to me about the cabin being secluded.
JULIA
TERRY
I'm no good out in the woods. You know what lives in the woods? Animals that sting.
Animals that bite.
PAUL
JULIA
I really appreciate you guys helping me. I couldn't move everything alone.
SAM
Hey, it's our last chance to be together. Terry and I are excited.
(turns)
TERRY
Can I bring my cotton bedsheets to the cabin? If I try to sleep in anything but cotton, I
get hives.
JULIA
Sam grabs a large drawing pad from the steps. He opens it.
SAM
JULIA
Let's see.
SAM
Like it?
JULIA
PAUL
Superman? Why'd you want a drawing of Superman?
JULIA
PAUL
(staring)
You're kidding.
JULIA
No.
PAUL
JULIA
TERRY
I don't.
PAUL
TERRY
(thoughtfully)
TERRY (cont'd)
What?
Julia finishes washing her hands. Dries them. Grabbing her camera and the drawing,
Julia opens the bathroom door ...
A BLOND STUDENT.
Another college graduate. Tan and attractive. Dressed exactly like Paul -- identical
white shirt, gold and blue striped tie. He pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt.
The student peels off his shirt. Her eyes are drawn to a Superman "S" insignia
tattooed on his shoulder.
The student catches sight of Julia in the hallway. Her face turns bright red
immediately. She starts to laugh.
STUDENT
JULIA
(laughs)
STUDENT
Paul is talking with Guy on the lawn. Julia SNAPS a picture of them together, winds
her film, and notices ...
Julia walks towards her. The little girl is staring across the lawn at a pool shed.
Transfixed. A group of children are playing on the grass in front of it.
JULIA
Hi.
GIRL
(quiet)
Hi.
Silence.
JULIA
JULIA (cont'd)
JULIA (cont'd)
More silence.
JULIA (cont'd)
GIRL
JULIA
No, I'm just ...
(then)
Beat.
GIRL
JULIA
Why?
GIRL
JULIA
(surprised)
GIRL
JULIA
Who is?
GIRL
The monsters.
JULIA
What monsters?
GIRL
The girl points towards the pool shed. The rusted door of the shed is slightly open.
Just a crack.
JULIA
GIRL
Beat.
JULIA
(playing along)
GIRL
Because I know they're real. I used to have a little brother, but they came and got
him. Now my parents say I never had a brother before.
(pause)
Something about the girl's tone of voice is unnerving. As if she's resigned herself to
this.
GIRL (cont'd)
JULIA
Wait a second.
JULIA (cont'd)
Feel better?
GIRL
Are you scared of monsters?
JULIA
No.
Beat.
GIRL
I am.
Julia is left sitting on the bench. She glances over at the pool shed again. Raises her
camera and focuses on the door which is still cracked open.
CLICK!
Julia and Paul are romantically entangled as they enter the apartment. A little drunk.
Kissing and frolicking. She strips off his jacket and tie. Paul abruptly stops.
PAUL
Paul rips his shirt wide open. Buttons popping everywhere. They both start laughing.
Joining together, he guides her towards the bathroom.
A cloud of hot steam. The soothing rush of warm water running over tanned and
naked skin.
Julia stands underneath the shower, her body relaxing into Paul's chest, his muscular
arms encircling her body, his lips buried in her neck and shoulders. Her eyes are
shut. Her expression is calm.
BACK TO JULIA
Water continues rushing from the shower head, creating a HISS that eventually
becomes THE ROAR OF THE OCEAN.
DISSOLVE TO:
The setting sun blushes crimson across the rolling waves of the Pacific. Streaking
along the highway is a RANGE ROVER, packed with luggage, headlights on.
Paul sits behind the wheel. He's bopping and RAPPING with Sam to HIP-HOP that
BLARES from the speakers. Very energized.
Julia sits on the passenger side, leaning against the window, trying to shut out the
music. Terry looks just as miserable. Finally, Julia turns off the radio.
PAUL
Sorry.
SAM
(overlapping)
Sorry.
TERRY
JULIA
Uh-huh.
TERRY
So it has everything.
JULIA
It has everything.
SAM
JULIA
Except a phone.
SAM
TERRY
(scandalized)
I need a phone. It's like family to me. Mom, Dad, my brother .... phone.
JULIA
TERRY
The last time I tried to rough it, I was in therapy for a year. Why didn't your mother
have a phone?
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
Good.
He switches the radio back on and continues RAPPING with Sam. Julia and Terry
both stare straight ahead, ears pounding. This is turning into a LONG trip.
Paul's Range Rover makes its way down a long, winding road. The Rover's
headlights illuminate the woods lining the road on both sides.
The inside of the Range Rover is dark. Only the faint glow from the dashboard lights
provides any ambient illumination. Sam and Terry are snuggled together in the back
seat. Everything is quiet.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
The Boogeyman. The thing under the bed. The monster hiding in the closet.
TERRY
JULIA
A little girl at Sam's house. She was convinced there was a monster trying to get her.
PAUL
JULIA
SAM
Ed Gein.
TERRY
SAM
He was a mass murderer. This old hermit who'd kill people and take the parts he
wanted. Heads. Livers. Intestines. Sex organs.
TERRY
SAM
Everything. The police found a skull that was used for a soup bowl. Faces were
stuffed and mounted like hunting trophies on the wall. Bones were used for furniture.
PAUL
TERRY
Sorry I asked.
SAM
JULIA
But it's not like he's a monster under the bed.
SAM
So?
JULIA
SAM
(then)
Think about it. Why do kids pick up on things that we can't? ... Bumps in the night? ...
footsteps in the hallway? ... A thumping inside their closet?
PAUL
Overactive imagination.
SAM
(beat)
Kids have a perfect awareness of everything around them. Every sound. Every
shadow.
SAM (cont'd)
The Boogeyman could be real. So could monsters. Just because you've never seen
them doesn't mean they aren't there.
Silence. The car engine purrs softly. This is starting to make sense. And it's spooky.
PAUL
All right. I'm creeped out. But my bullshit alarm is going off.
SAM
PAUL
Right. Because it's bullshit.
JULIA
Serial killers aside, my take on this subject is very simple. If I don't have a picture of it
-- it's not real.
TERRY
Okay, is this conversation like a radio station? Can we just change the channel?
Because personally, I'd like to get to sleep tonight.
AN ANIMAL RUNS OUT OF THE WOODS INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. A
BLACK SHAPE IN THE HEADLIGHTS. EYES FLASHING IN THE DARK.
PAUL
JESUS CHRIST!
WHAM! THE RANGE ROVER SMASHES INTO IT, throwing the shape into a ditch at
the side of the road.
PAUL (cont'd)
Everyone okay?
TERRY
(nods)
We're fine.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
The hazard lights are switched on. Paul walks around to the front of the Rover.
PAUL
TERRY
PAUL
Sam looks down the road. He can barely make out a large form resting lifeless in the
ditch.
JULIA
PAUL
(begrudging)
The conversation becomes distant as Sam walks slowly up the road, moving past the
yellow flashing HAZARD LIGHTS which CLICK rhythmically ... click, click, click ...
He kneels down alongside the body of the animal. Very little is visible of the corpse
except for its dark, mangled form sprawled across the dirt.
Sam picks up a stick and pokes at the body. Nothing happens.
The hind legs of the corpse suddenly twitch. A reflex action. Sam leaps back. The life
nearly scared out of him.
A flap of hairless skin slides away from one of the animal's hind legs. Sam leans
forward to get a better look, becoming simultaneously repulsed and fascinated.
SAM
Hey guys!
PAUL
What?
SAM
JULIA
Is it a dog?
Sam glances at the dead corpse and back to his friends again. He looks shaken.
SAM
I don't know.
The rest of the group moves down the road. A weird unease has started to settle in.
Paul and Julia kneel down in front of the corpse. It's almost unrecognizable. The
darkness smothering the road keeps them from getting a handle on any of the body's
features.
PAUL
SAM
PAUL
A deep bleeding wound has been exposed. Through the torn flesh and blood
pumping over charcoal skin, the group can see bones flashing into the moonlight. But
intermingled with the animal's skeleton are ...
Glittering and clean. A series of connected stainless steel threads and pallid bone
that have grown together.
SAM
PAUL
No.
SAM
It looks like steel. Like someone put steel into its body.
PAUL
I don't think it was put in there. It looks like it grew that way.
JULIA
TERRY
JULIA
PAUL
SAM
PAUL
Paul races back to the Range Rover and opens the passenger door. He withdraws
Julia's camera.
Julia takes a step back into the middle of the road. The wind is sifting through the
trees, creating a soft HISSING noise as the branches dance and twist in the
shadows.
SAM
PAUL
The camera flash cuts through the darkness and falls upon the corpse. But only for a
millisecond of clarity.
Both of the young men stand frozen, thunderstruck, staring down at the misshapen
shape in front of them. A long period of amazed silence follows.
SAM
PAUL
TERRY
(stunned)
PAUL
The cool summer wind WHISTLES through the trees around them.
SAM
(sickened)
JULIA
Paul ...
JULIA (cont'd)
SAM
TERRY
(hushed)
SAM
PAUL
Julia and Paul walk briskly to the Range Rover. Sam and Terry follow them, glancing
back over their shoulders.
SAM
JULIA
Julia hops into the front seat and SLAMS her door.
The atmosphere is quickly turning into panic. Paul jumps behind the wheel as both
Sam and Terry close their doors.
SAM
JULIA
PAUL
Keys ...
SAM
PAUL
Paul fishes out the car keys from his jacket pocket. He starts the ignition. The engine
ROARS to life.
JULIA
Go.
A heavy THUMP. Right outside the back window. Sam and Terry instinctively look
towards the rear hatch.
TERRY
JULIA
GO!
The calm and unnerving quiet of the woods are left behind. The wind WHISTLES
softly.
Everyone is sitting quietly at a table. Fast food leavings are littered across their
plastic trays. Nobody is saying anything or looking at one another.
Finally ...
SAM
PAUL
SAM
Nothing about that thing looked right. Absolutely nothing. There was metal in its
skeleton.
TERRY
SAM
There were fucking gears, for Chrissake.
PAUL
Fine. Go back out there. Do whatever the hell you want. But count me out. I'm done.
JULIA
SAM
Let's get a few more then. I want to get a good look at that thing up close.
TERRY
(adamant)
SAM
PAUL
Your call.
A small CHILD begins CRYING and SCREAMING in the restaurant. Julia flinches at
the unexpected sound, glancing over at the child's parents as they quiet him down.
JULIA
TERRY
A toilet FLUSHES. Julia leaves one of the stalls and pulls the door closed behind her.
She moves to the mirror, washes her hands, and retrieves a brush from her purse.
Water DRIPS from one of the leaky pipes in the bathroom while the fluorescent bulb
over the mirror CRACKLES softly. Julia is about to brush her hair, but something
unnerves her. She cocks her head slightly. A feeling.
She turns around and checks out the bathroom. The doors to the stalls are all closed
shut. Empty and quiet.
She starts brushing her hair. A few moments pass. Then, she stops and listens to the
water DRIPPING from the pipe. Julia turns back around and looks at the bathroom.
One of the stall doors all the way at the end is now slightly open. Not much. Just
enough to reveal a patch of darkness and gloom within.
Julia looks like she's about to crawl out of her skin. She quickly shoves her brush
back into her purse and leaves.
Julia walks towards her friends as they collect themselves. Everyone is slow getting
their stuff together.
JULIA
I want to leave.
PAUL
JULIA
Paul?
PAUL
The group emerges from the restaurant. The parking lot is almost deserted. No
people are in sight.
Julia moves leisurely towards the Range Rover, just ahead of Terry and Sam -- but
she'd walk a lot faster if Paul's arm weren't draped around her shoulder. She looks
tight and nervous. Her eyes scanning the parking lot.
Everyone piles into the Range Rover. Julia throws a nervous glance back at the
SHAPE in the car.
Paul starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot. Julia relaxes into her seat,
relieved.
A rustic home surrounded by huge pine trees and beach grass overlooking the
ocean. There are no neighbors in sight. Paul's Range Rover is parked out front.
SAM
JULIA
SAM
I still think we should get the body.
PAUL
I don't give a shit what it is. It's not coming back here.
JULIA
Done.
SAM
JULIA
Damn.
SAM
JULIA
Out of focus.
SAM
What do you mean it's out of focus? I took the picture. The flash went off.
JULIA
Sam, this is a professional camera with a zoom lens. You can't just point and shoot.
PAUL
TERRY
(then)
Cloudy and overcast. A set of colorless waves CRASH into the rocks. Sam and Julia
and Terry walk just beyond the rippling surf, arguing with each other.
SAM
I can't get over it. That thing looked wrong. Completely wrong.
JULIA
SAM
What about the blood? It wasn't red ... it was black -- it was like ... oil coming from a
busted engine.
JULIA
SAM
TERRY
(measured)
Sam, I realize that you're an extroverted comic book artist and I'm a neurotic. But it's
only now at this moment that I'm wondering why we're dating.
SAM
I'll pay you to take me back.
JULIA
SAM
JULIA
Ask Paul.
SAM
He's out running. Besides, you heard him last night. He'd never do it.
JULIA
SAM
So come with me. You take the pictures this time. If it's just a dead animal, then
you're right and I'm wrong. But if it's not, we've got a picture of it.
JULIA
A picture of what?
Beat.
SAM
A monster.
Julia stands with her arms folded. There's something really creepy about it which she
doesn't want to admit.
JULIA
SAM
What...?
(pause)
The Range Rover appears around a corner and pulls over to the side of the road.
Julia opens her door, camera in hand, and gets out. Sam follows her lead.
SAM
This is it?
JULIA
I think so. You can see the way the road turns sharply to the left. The rest of the drive
was straight.
SAM
JULIA
A new roll. You can have all the pictures you want.
Julia and Sam start searching the ditch. Feet crunching in the dirt. Moving away from
the car.
A soft THUMP echoes from somewhere in the woods. A place just beyond the wall of
pine branches and shrubbery that shivers in the breeze.
SAM
(slight grin)
JULIA
SAM
JULIA
Go ahead.
SAM
Last night on the road, after I took the picture and we started walking to Paul's car,
did you have the same feeling?
JULIA
What feeling?
SAM
She stops cold in her tracks. Just ahead of her, resting motionless in the ditch, is ...
A BODY ...
Swathed in dark fur, twisted at a pathetic angle, huge gashes in its side. The corpse
of a DOBERMAN PINSCHER. Flies are BUZZING and swarming over the dog's open
wounds.
JULIA
SAM
That's a dog.
JULIA
Right.
SAM
That's not what I saw.
JULIA
I don't see any other corpses on the side of the road, do you?
SAM
The sound of INSECTS SWARMING drowns out the WIND HISSING through the
trees.
Paul is jogging through the woods. A light mist hangs in the cool air. The sounds of
the forest surround him.
Suddenly, the birds stop singing. Paul becomes aware of this. He stops running and
looks around. The forest is deathly still.
Another moment. Paul keeps going, a chill on his spine, looking back over his
shoulder.
Paul stands right in front of a freshly painted realty office building with a picketed
fence, sipping a Coke, watching a HOMELESS WOMAN across the street
SCREAMING and SHOUTING at traffic. She's right next to the parked Range Rover.
PAUL
Finished?
JULIA
JULIA
The homeless woman starts walking off down the sidewalk. Moving away from the
Rover's parking space.
PAUL
Good. She's leaving. I thought we were gonna have to make a run for the car.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
People are ignoring her. Maybe that's the only way she can get attention.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
I think we're witnessing it first-hand with Sam. What did you guys find on the road
anyway?
JULIA
A dog.
PAUL
Really?
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
(grins)
Damn straight.
Sam heads away from the cabin, his drawing sketch pad under his arm, moving into
the woods.
A picture is lifted out of the developing basin. The shot of the little girl from the party.
Her expression is distant. Tortured.
Bathed in the red light, Julia gazes at the picture for a moment, then places it to the
side. She goes to work on the next piece of developing paper into the basin. She
waits. Rocks the basin a bit.
The picture starts to manifest. The photo of the children and pool shed at Sam's
house.
Julia frowns slightly. Something is wrong with the photograph as the details become
more tangible. She lifts the photo out of the basin. Mystified.
Sam is sitting on a fallen tree trunk, sketching on his drawing pad with a feverish
intensity.
Paul is seated on the couch, typing into his powerbook which is hooked up into a
phone jack in the wall. Julia stands next to him, holding the photograph.
JULIA
I've never seen anything like this before. I thought it might be a flaw in the negative,
but now I'm not so sure. Will you take a look?
PAUL
Okay.
He keeps watching.
JULIA
Today.
PAUL
I'm busy.
JULIA
PAUL
(defensive)
They're friends.
JULIA
They sit face to face. Paul is speechless for a moment, then impatiently takes the
photograph and looks at it.
PAUL
I don't see anything.
He puts the photo down and gets back to the chat room.
JULIA
PAUL
(he didn't)
I looked.
JULIA
There's somebody in the shed. I couldn't see it when I took the picture, but now it's
there.
PAUL
I know. Usually when you take a picture, you can't see a blur.
JULIA
Julia takes the photograph and leaves. Paul types into his computer: "JULIA SENDS
HER BEST." The message pops up next to his user name. Within seconds, several
other user names in the chat room respond with "WHO'S JULIA???"
Terry is sitting on the counter, twirling her hair and chatting on a CELL PHONE. Julia
enters the kitchen.
TERRY
(beat)
There's a jack and the phone line works, but there's no phone. Uh-huh. Paul was
able to get on the internet. I'm using his cell.
JULIA
(quietly)
Terry nods.
TERRY
Hold on.
JULIA
Here.
TERRY
(polite)
Nice picture.
TERRY (cont'd)
I'm back.
(beat)
I don't know if he has any free minutes, but he definitely won't after this conversation.
Uh-huh. Thank God for AirTouch.
The air is completely still. A hush has fallen. The only sound is the ocean and
CRICKETS CHIRPING in the grass.
Julia wanders outside holding some of the developed photographs from the party.
Sam is sitting on the front steps, working on his drawing.
JULIA
SAM
What?
Beat.
JULIA
Never mind.
Julia sits on the porch glider and looks through the photos. The little girl looking back
over her shoulder. The blurred shape inside of the shed.
A moment passes. Julia shuts her eyes as a slight breeze comes up. She slips into a
dream-like state, calm and relaxed, before opening her eyes to find ...
Sitting back on the hood of a sports car. Wearing a white tank top undershirt. The
tattooed "S" insignia visible on his shoulder. Bathed in soft moonlight. He even looks
good in the dark.
Their eyes meet. Smiles are traded between them. The wind sifts gently over the
porch.
Julia is already in bed and wearing a night shirt. Paul is grinding out a set of
crunches.
JULIA
It just would have been nice if somebody had looked at it. You were on the internet.
Terry was on the phone. I felt like I was living with a bunch of machines instead of
people.
PAUL
Someone's overreacting.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
(kisses her)
He switches off the light. Paul turns over and goes to sleep.
Julia sits for a moment in the dark. Alone with her thoughts. She looks over at the
walk-in closet across the room.
The closet door is slightly open. Just a crack. Not enough to provide any clear view of
what lies within, but just enough for something -- monsters included -- to peek out.
Julia stares at the closet. Spooked. She knows better, but it's dark and her primal
fears are taking control.
JULIA
(to herself)
Stupid.
She gets out of bed and tiptoes to the closet, shutting the door. Then she gets back
into bed. Smiling to herself, she goes to sleep.
The clock on the night table reads 3:15 AM. Julia turns over in her sleep and stirs
awake. She groggily looks over towards the closet. Julia practically sits up in bed.
A childhood nightmare come to life. Julia's breathing quickens. She reaches towards
the other side of the bed.
JULIA
(a whisper)
Paul?
Her hand finds nothing but sheets and empty space. There's nobody there. She
quickly turns to locate her boyfriend. But he's gone.
Nothing happens.
Then, she hears it. A faint sound. Almost like a SHUFFLING. The sound of
something dragging itself lightly across the floor to the edge of the bed.
Julia's throat has gone dry. Carefully, she creeps towards Paul's side of the bed and
checks the floor.
There is nothing in sight. The only sign of movement are the shadows from the trees
outside.
There is only one place left to look. Julia cautiously steps down to the floor. Sinking
down on her knees, she gently lifts up the dust ruffle and looks into the inky darkness
underneath the bed. The space is empty.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
Works now.
Julia catches her breath. The fear finally draining from her.
JULIA
I was cold so I got a sweater from the closet. And I went to the bathroom. Why were
you looking under the bed?
JULIA
PAUL
(skeptical)
Julia finishes taping up a cardboard box. Terry is packing some books into another
box of her own.
TERRY
You thought there was a monster in the room? And you admitted it?
JULIA
TERRY
Advice. When you don't know what else to say, you lie.
JULIA
TERRY
Sam is sitting on the porch steps, sketching on his pad, oblivious to everything
around him.
JULIA
He's in his own world, isn't he?
TERRY
That's an understatement. I have a sinking feeling that sex is out of the question for
this trip.
This sparks something in Julia. She hesitates, looking through an open doorway
where Paul can be seen packing some clothes. Julia speaks to Terry in confidence.
JULIA
TERRY
Hesitant beat.
JULIA
TERRY
Anyone we know?
JULIA
TERRY
JULIA
(hushed)
TERRY
No.
JULIA
Yes.
TERRY
No.
JULIA
Yes.
TERRY
JULIA
Sam's party. I walked out of the bathroom and he was changing out of his suit. He
lost his tie, his shirt ... and then he spotted me.
TERRY
JULIA
I got out of there. But I've been fantasizing about him ever since.
TERRY
JULIA
But Paul is the perfect boyfriend. Top to bottom. He's gorgeous. He's smart. He's
gonna be a doctor.
TERRY
(continuing)
JULIA
TERRY
Yeah, but when I made love to Paul on grad night ... I thought of him.
Terry stares.
TERRY
Wow.
JULIA
I know. Don't tell Paul about this. I'd rather not test the whole "he never gets upset
about anything" part.
TERRY
JULIA
I don't know. I think I'm flipping out. Seeing things in pictures. Thinking that there's a
monster in my closet.
TERRY
(rising)
You're being too sensitive. We woke up with our closet wide open and I'm not upset
about it.
Julia reacts.
JULIA
TERRY
She walks out. Julia sits quietly in the living room, left alone with her own puzzled
thoughts.
Julia is walking down the hallway. She happens to pass the bathroom door which is
slightly open.
JULIA'S POV
Within the bathroom. The BLOND STUDENT is toweling off. Completely naked. The
tattoo plainly visible on his shoulder. His eyes lock on hers.
JULIA
PAUL
I'm sorry.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
(remembers)
Oh, Paul? Don't leave the closet door open anymore, all right?
PAUL
(confused)
Huh?
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
Did not.
PAUL
Wasn't me.
A moment.
PAUL
Well damn, Julia. Your monster isn't just noisy, he's also inconsiderate.
He kisses her on the cheek and takes off. Julia stands alone in the empty hallway, a
chill running down her spine.
The door slowly creaks open. Julia stands in the doorway, surveying the closet -- a
cluttered and claustrophobic space despite its size. Clothes draped on hangars.
Cardboard boxes stacked on shelves. Shadows.
Julia moves inside and pulls a string hanging from a light bulb which acts as a switch.
Tick-tick. The bulb stays dark. She tries again.
Tick-tick.
Julia carefully looks through some of the clothes. Nothing. She kneels down and
checks the floor.
Julia looks over her shoulder, a bit skittish, as the closet door eases back towards the
doorjamb. But there's nobody there. Just the faintest hint of a draft.
Julia keeps searching through the clutter. Moving shoes and boxes out of the way.
Searching.
Then, she spots something glittering in the ribbon of light coming from the closet
doorway. A small object resting in the corner. Julia reaches down and picks it up ...
Small and intricate with erratic markings. Twisted and strangely ornate. The shape
and texture of the metal is almost completely alien.
Julia holds the metal into the light. Extremely curious. Behind her, a shadow
moves ...
CRASH. Julia SCREAMS, dropping the object and whirling around as a cardboard
box SMASHES down behind her. Tumbling from one of the shelves above. Old
shoes scatter across the floor.
On the floor, the metal object sparkles in the light. A draft HISSES through the open
closet door.
Julia sits behind the wheel. Her eyes intense. She looks over at the passenger seat
where both her purse and the metal object are located.
The Range Rover streaks out of the woods towards Santa Mira.
Julia walks up the front steps leading to the library -- a weathered building that
overlooks the town square. A banner hangs over the front entrance. It reads ...
The stacks are deserted and still. Julia sits at a reading table, flipping through a book,
surrounded by long rows of bookshelves.
Julia flips from page to page, allowing momentary glimpses of various drawings:
vampires, werewolves, witches, a ghastly thing crawling out from under a maiden's
bed.
ON JULIA
as she puts down the book and grabs another from a stack on the table. She opens it
and starts paging through.
As Julia finds a drawing of a sleeping child. Just beyond the bed is an open closet
door, the horrid face a MONSTER watching the child from within.
Julia shivers down to her soul. A familiar feeling of late.
A slight SQUEAKING catches her attention. She looks across the reading room to
find --
A YOUNG BOY
Ten years old. Tow-haired. Sitting a few tables away but almost directly opposite her.
He's wearing a Superman shirt.
A THUMP behind her. Julia turns and looks over her shoulder. She barely catches
sight of a shadow slipping across the wall in the stacks.
The SCRAPING of chair legs against the cold floor. Julia looks back towards where
the BOY was sitting. The chair is pushed back and empty.
A feeling of anxiety washes over Julia as she grabs some of the books and leaves.
Soft rock seeps from a pair of portable compact disc player speakers. Paul removes
a lid of grass and some zigzag papers and starts to roll a joint. Everyone looks pretty
toasted. Cardboard boxes and CANDLES are everywhere.
Sam is sitting off to himself. He's still drawing on his pad. Julia is reading one of the
books from the library.
JULIA
(takes a hit)
Monsters. Symbols and dream images. Now you see, I don't agree with that. I think
everything has some kind of physical representation. People can't just come up with
this stuff.
PAUL
JULIA
And this? What do you make of this?
PAUL
JULIA
TERRY
PAUL
(wearisome)
JULIA
I never said it was the Boogeyman. Maybe it's some primeval energy that causes a
response in human beings. This could be the physical representation of that energy.
PAUL
TERRY
I disagree.
JULIA
Yes?
TERRY
JULIA
You're not being objective about this. Have either of you ever been scared? Really
scared?
PAUL
JULIA
Paul ...
PAUL
JULIA
Like when?
Beat.
PAUL
SAM
Sam tosses his sketch pad into the center of the floor. Everyone leans forward,
getting a good look at Sam's detailed drawing of --
Completely fleshed out with distinct mechanical parts hinged into flesh and bone.
Almost as accurate as a photograph.
SAM (cont'd)
That thing we hit on the road. It wasn't a dog. It wasn't some primeval force, either.
(then)
It was a monster.
Julia picks up the drawing as Paul peers over her shoulder. The picture looks
particularly unsettling in the flickering firelight.
JULIA
PAUL
Beat.
JULIA
PAUL
About what?
JULIA
About the dog. Maybe the next day when Sam and I went back to the road ... maybe
we found the wrong body.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
(clipped)
Stop.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
I'm not done yet.
PAUL
Your hands are shaking. Come on, Julia. Give yourself a break.
She hands the drawing pad to him. Paul puts it on the couch.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
Julia looks really tired. She closes her eyes for a moment as Paul's steady breathing
fills the room. The she opens them, turns her head and gazes at ...
She cranks her head and looks deeply into her boyfriend's eyes. He smirks and
gently strokes her hair.
JULIA (cont'd)
Nice.
PAUL
(soft)
Grinding and drumming like the churning of a large factory. A calming and soothing
noise, drifting over ...
DREAM SEQUENCE - A SERIES OF SHOTS
(d) A man limping along wearing leg braces and using steel crutches.
The stall door at the far end of the bathroom eases open.
Julia stumbles through the snake pit. MENTAL PATIENTS stagger around her. Many
of them are dressed like homeless people. Staring into space. Bodies twitching and
gnawing on their fingers. Lying in their own urine.
Julia looks skyward towards a SCREEN that doubles for a ceiling. Dark figures are
standing on the screen, looking down at them.
A pair of ORDERLIES gently take Julia's arm and lead her out of the snake pit.
JULIA'S POV - shadows move across the wall. Almost like ripples in water.
A gynecology exam. A woman's legs are held open by stirrups. A pair of hands
protected by rubber gloves cruelly insert a large alien-looking METAL OBJECT --
which is nothing but sharp tentacles and angles -- between the legs.
The LITTLE GIRL from Sam's party is resting on a gurney. Her small body is
clamped down with metal bands. Her blonde curls draped over the edge. Her eyes
open and staring at nothing.
Several drops of BLOOD ... then a BLONDE CURL ... hit the tile floor.
Paul and Terry are lying immobile on the floor. Hundreds of candles have been
placed throughout the room, bathing the cabin in a dull amber glow.
There is NO SOUND.
Julia starts to rise to her feet. Her fingers graze something sharp. She winces and
snatches her fingers away from ...
Julia discovers a small ribbon of blood trickling from her index finger. She sucks on it,
and notices --
SAM ...
Sitting behind the couch. His eyes are intense as he erases something from his
drawing pad. Julia walks around him until she can see the sketch.
Julia is dumbfounded. She hears a slight noise coming from somewhere in the cabin.
A small HISSING sound. Soft and unobtrusive.
Julia looks around. The sound seemed to come from behind her. But there's nothing
in the room. Her friends are still asleep. Sam is concentrating on his drawing.
Julia creeps into the hallway until she can barely see the rows of bedroom doors. All
of them are closed shut.
The SCRAPING sound rises up again. Much closer. Behind one of the bedroom
doors. Beckoning.
The door opens. Julia's stomach rises into her throat. Terror floods her face.
RESTING ON THE BED IS A BODY BAG. SO SMEARED WITH BLOOD THAT THE
CORPSE INSIDE ISN'T VISIBLE EXCEPT FOR ITS MASSIVE BULK.
As if drawn by some alien force, Julia moves to the bed. Her entire body is shaking.
Julia is startled awake and groggily looks around the room. Paul and Terry are still in
the process of getting up.
PAUL
(smiles)
PAUL (cont'd)
Uh-oh.
TERRY
I didn't sleep well either. I dreamt that all these cockroaches were eating my legs.
PAUL
You want to trade? Right before I woke up, my head exploded and all these snakes
came out.
TERRY
Where's Sam?
PAUL
TERRY
JULIA
JULIA (cont'd)
What's wrong?
PAUL
TERRY
TERRY
Paul tries the doorknob. The door won't budge. Paul KNOCKS.
PAUL
PAUL (cont'd)
Sam?
TERRY
He won't answer.
JULIA
Maybe he can't answer.
Paul shoves hard against the door. But it still won't give.
PAUL
TERRY
Paul turns the doorknob and throws all his weight against the door, trying his best to
bust it down. No such luck.
PAUL
(voice rising)
Sam?
PAUL (cont'd)
Paul struggles through the aperture, slipping underneath a mattress that's been
placed against the door, and stumbles into the room.
Clothes and smashed glass cover the floor. Mirrors have been shattered. Most of the
furniture and portions of the bed have been piled in front of the door, creating an
almost impassible barricade. The window is wide open, the curtains billowing in the
breeze.
Julia and Terry make their way into the room. Stupefied.
PAUL
Total silence. The group stares at the room. Taking it in. Trying to comprehend it.
JULIA
What happened?
PAUL
(frozen)
TERRY
(calling)
Sam?
No reply. Her words sound hollow in the empty forest as they keep moving, passing
behind huge pine trees that obscure them from view.
Julia is cleaning the mess in the room. She's just finished tossing a few shards of
broken glass into a garbage bag when she FLINCHES and draws her index finger
back.
The finger has a scab on it. Exactly where she cut it in the dream. Dried blood marks
the wound.
JULIA
He must have gotten out through the window. That's the only thing I can figure.
TERRY
JULIA
Everywhere near the cabin. But we can't cover every square inch of forest out there.
TERRY
JULIA
PAUL
TERRY
(impatient)
I need a phone.
PAUL
Paul fishes the cell phone out of his pocket. He hands it to her.
Almost on cue. Terry glances over at her friends, then clicks the receiver.
TERRY
Hello?
(beat)
Sam? ...
TERRY (cont'd)
(beat)
TERRY (cont'd)
Just a minute. I'm writing it down. Market Street. The Ramada. I think I know where it
is.
(beat)
(then)
PAUL
Where is he?
TERRY
San Francisco.
JULIA
What?
TERRY
I don't know. He wants me to meet him. My brother has an apartment up there. He's
out of town, but I have a spare key. I guess I could stay there.
Beat.
JULIA
An empty bus station consisting of a single room with a CLERK sitting behind the
front desk. Julia and Paul are sitting on a pair of chairs, waiting patiently.
Terry is using a phone booth outside. She hangs up and walks into the depot.
JULIA
TERRY
JULIA
TERRY
PAUL
TERRY
JULIA
TERRY
Nah. You have to stick around for the movers. I'll be fine.
TERRY (cont'd)
There's my ride.
JULIA
This is Paul's cell number. You call us. Let us know what happens.
TERRY
I just need to talk to him. Don't call the police or anything until I've had a chance to do
that.
JULIA
Okay.
TERRY
Thanks.
Terry hugs Julia. Paul gives her a quick kiss on the cheek.
PAUL
TERRY
I will.
Carrying her suitcase, Terry backs toward the door, smiling sadly at Julia and Paul as
she opens it.
TERRY (cont'd)
Her voice resonates with desperate hope rather than confidence. She leaves the
depot.
Paul places his arms around Julia as they watch the bus leave the station, trailing
smoke.
Julia is cleaning up. She kneels down and picks up some of the melted candles and
beer bottles.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
What?
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
It'll take them a while to work us into the schedule -- get a van out here to pick up
everything.
JULIA
How long?
PAUL
Three days.
JULIA
(exhausted)
Shit.
PAUL
I also found this in the guest bedroom. Sam knocked one of the packing boxes over.
This was inside.
Julia takes a look at the frame. It's the same picture from her room of herself with her
mother. The broken glass has torn the photograph.
PAUL (cont'd)
JULIA
JULIA (cont'd)
(beat)
She was always taking pictures of us, but we never got any of her.
(emotional)
PAUL
Another beat.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
(smiles)
Good idea.
PAUL
Paul walks out. Julia places the frame on the coffee table.
She notices something on the floor. Julia squints. It's a small object resting in the
corner ... almost hidden from view. Julia reaches into the shadows and picks up ...
(to herself)
A warm summer afternoon. The entire town has congragated in a park with a
breathtaking view of the ocean. MUSIC and NOISE. A huge banner draped over the
street reads ...
Julia navigates her way past the booths and thrill rides that have been erected on the
lawn. She watches some passersby.
JULIA'S POV ... as A MOTHER talks on a cell phone while her six year-old
DAUGHTER tugs at her sleeve. Trying to get her attention. The mother keeps
pushing the child away as she talks.
HOMELESS WOMAN
I'm your mother ... I'm your mother ... I'm your mother ...
(futile)
Spinning merrily in the center of the park. Bright lights. Loud CALLIOPE MUSIC.
Young kids and teenagers occupy the horses and benches.
Julia slowly walks towards the carousel, snapping pictures of the children and
whirling lights. Behind her, the sound of a SCREAMING CHILD rises above the
music and laughter. She turns and finds a two year old BABY sitting on her father's
shoulders, crying and pointing at --
Wearing his blue Superman shirt. He's sitting on a swing set by himself. Sad and
alone.
He makes eye contact with Julia. Waves timidly. She smiles at him and waves back.
Gears turning. The poles spearing the horses rising and falling into the floor. The
platform rotating near the grass.
Julia is wandering through a maze of shooting galleries. She searches through the
crowds of teenagers and children at the booths. Finally, she locates ...
PAUL ...
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
(nice smile)
You okay?
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
Paul notices that they've wandered into a row of PSYCHIC and TAROT CARD
BOOTHS.
PAUL (cont'd)
JULIA
PAUL
Julia spots another booth with a sign overhead: "THE PAST THROUGH
POSSESSIONS."
JULIA
Just a minute. You go to the palm reader. I want to check out this one.
PAUL
(unimpressed)
Scam city.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
Thanks.
An African-American woman in her mid-forties, TESS, sits behind the counter. Loose
and upbeat. Wearing more colors in her clothing than even a rainbow could provide.
PAUL
She grins.
TESS
A pair of women are sitting behind the counter, but the one who sticks out is
ROSEMARY, sixty, psychic and clairvoyant. She wears a purple kaftan which barely
hides her weakness for ice cream and cookies.
ROSEMARY
JULIA
ROSEMARY
Absolutely. I have a perfect track record. I found two missing children in the spring of
'74, and helped the state police catch a murderer in '81.
JULIA
ROSEMARY
(sourly)
(a little brighter)
Julia reaches into her pocket and gently places something on the counter in front of
Rosemary.
THE METAL OBJECTS FROM THE CLOSET AND THE LIVING ROOM.
TESS
PAUL
It's kinda stupid. But I sorta wanted to know about my Dad. If I should see him.
TESS
(knowingly)
PAUL
No.
TESS
Something happened?
PAUL
My parents got divorced when I was sixteen. I got into a fight with him. Said some
stuff.
He bows his head a little. A tough subject for him.
TESS
Tess cocks her head a little to the side. She looks confused.
TESS (cont'd)
(soft)
I'll be damned.
PAUL
What's wrong?
TESS
Well kid, you might be the first person to make me hang up my fortune telling degree.
Usually the palm makes sense, and this one doesn't.
PAUL
TESS
Rosemary handles one of the metal objects, turning it over in her palm. Julia watches
her as she goes through this ritual.
ROSEMARY
This is interesting.
JULIA
Beat.
ROSEMARY
Machines.
JULIA
Excuse me?
ROSEMARY
JULIA
Rosemary turns the object over in her palm. Over and over.
ROSEMARY
JULIA
ROSEMARY
I know.
JULIA
ROSEMARY
JULIA
I found the larger one inside of a closet. Do you know how it got there?
Rosemary continues meditating. Turning the object over between her fingers. Staring
at it.
ROSEMARY
What?
ROSEMARY
JULIA
ROSEMARY
(beat)
The other PSYCHIC seated next to Rosemary throws her a curious glance as she
counts up some money.
ROSEMARY (cont'd)
We'll wait on the side of the road. Until one of the machines come.
(beat)
One of us will be sacrificed. That will stop the machine. Then we can take whatever
skins are inside.
(softer)
PAUL
Julia?
ROSEMARY
We stopped the machine. But there are more of the skins than we thought ...
PAUL
JULIA
Hold on.
ROSEMARY
PAUL
JULIA
Beat.
The objects continue turning in her hand ... and turning ... and turning ... and
turning ...
ROSEMARY
There are more of us now. We've surrounded them. But they're leaving too quickly.
PAUL
Julia?
ROSEMARY
(beat)
We'll take them as the need for parts becomes necessary ...
PAUL
(louder)
Julia?
(beat)
Maybe we'll take another ... and another ... and another ... and another ...
THE POWER FAILS THROUGHOUT THE PARK. LIGHTS START GOING OUT IN
SECTIONS UNTIL THE ENTIRE FAIR IS PITCH BLACK.
The sound of mumbling and confusion seethes from the crowd. Julia rises out of her
chair. Paul takes her into her arms as CHILDREN can be heard CRYING throughout
the park.
Julia sits on the porch. Paul is stretched out on the grass looking up at the stars.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
No.
JULIA
She was talking about the accident. The night you hit that thing on the road. She
knew about that.
PAUL
Julia, a psychic tells you some random shit and then lets YOU make sense out of it.
JULIA
PAUL
Oh sure. An animal was waiting for us to come along and run it down. What was the
explanation? Rotten home life? Was it taking Prozac?
JULIA
PAUL
Why?
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
JULIA (cont'd)
I've also had this feeling. Ever since Sam disappeared. I can't shake it.
PAUL
What is it?
JULIA
PAUL
Something?
JULIA
I don't know. It's on the tip of my tongue. I just feel like ever since we woke up that
morning, something's not right. Like ... there's someone who should be here ...
PAUL
Right. Sam.
JULIA
(then)
Did that palm reader say anything strange to you. Anything at all?
PAUL
No.
Beat.
JULIA
A traditional home. The phone rings and Connor comes charging down the stairs. He
answers it.
CONNOR
Hello?
JULIA
CONNOR
JULIA
Nice to hear your voice too.
CONNOR
JULIA
(understated)
Not exactly.
CONNOR
I got my PSAT's back. 720 verbal. 690 math. You think that's good enough to get into
Berkeley?
JULIA
CONNOR
No.
JULIA
CONNOR
Uh-huh.
JULIA
Tell him that the movers didn't come, so I'll be here a few more days. Tell him that I
have some stuff of Mom's that he might want.
CONNOR
Okay.
JULIA
Don't forget.
CONNOR
Julia gently rocks the basin back and forth. A picture starts to manifest on the paper.
Paul splashes his face with water. He looks worse than he did the night before.
Weaker.
Julia leans forward to get a better view of the developing picture. An image is slowly
forming -- carousel horses, the vague outlines of poles and children.
Paul is shirtless and doing one-armed push-ups. His muscles churn. His body rises
and falls like a piston.
The picture has come into view. The carousel. The children laughing as they ride the
horses.
CLOSER ON Paul's arm as he does push-ups, sweat beading on his biceps, muscles
rippling.
JULIA
Paul, you have to see this. The picture came out, but there's something really strange
in the middle of it. Just like the other one of the shed.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
I have to go running.
JULIA
No you don't.
PAUL
JULIA
Not when you're physically ill.
PAUL
I'll be okay.
JULIA
Paul ...
PAUL
I'll be okay.
Is that it?
JULIA
Not exactly.
(beat)
When I saw this picture, I decided to look at the other one. Just for comparison's
sake.
PAUL
So?
JULIA
I pulled this one by mistake. The picture of that little girl from the party.
JULIA (cont'd)
Look.
Paul turns to Julia as she looks into his eyes with a mixture of fear and apprehension.
JULIA (cont'd)
What's going on?
Paul is jogging along the trail, keeping a steady pace, the sounds of the forest all
around him.
The trail snakes towards a wooden bridge that spans over a trickling creek. Paul runs
across, the soles of his sneakers SLAPPING on creaking wood.
A lonely part of the woods where almost all the daylight is blocked out by the trees.
Paul jogs along the trail when he slows to a halt, sweaty and out of breath. His skin is
pale. His limbs are shivering. Paul cradles his head, shutting his eyes, suffering from
obvious pain.
PAUL
(very soft)
A slight TINKLING sound as he kicks something at his feet. His eyes blink open as
he looks down ...
Paul reaches down and picks one of the bolts up. Studies it. He keeps walking,
following more pieces of metal that lead off the footpath.
A darker spot enclosed by pine trees. A few birds are singing overhead.
Paul enters the forest, pushing back branches, following the trail of discarded metal
until he freezes ... his eyes staring directly ahead at ...
CLUMPS OF BLACK SKIN ...
Hanging from branches. Scattered on the ground. Like the skin of a snake which has
been shed.
Paul is completely unsettled. He kneels down, picking up a flap of skin from the
ground, peeling it away from a steel ROD dripping with oozing slime. Holds it up. It's
still black in color but almost transparent in the murky light.
Paul looks around the forest. The sudden quiet has got him spooked. His arms and
legs stiffen. Paul can't even bring himself to move or breathe ...
Paul sprints out of the forest, running with blinding speed and adrenaline. He doesn't
look back.
Julia comes up from the basement. She hears COUGHING coming from the
bathroom.
Julia enters the bathroom. Paul is retching and coughing into the toilet. Hair plastered
to his forehead. Pale as death. Shaking badly.
JULIA
PAUL
(feeble)
Sick.
JULIA
Oh baby ...
Just above his temple is a SCAB. No bigger than the head of an eraser. Identical to
the one on Julia's finger.
JULIA (cont'd)
PAUL
What?
JULIA
This scab.
Julia runs her finger over the scab. Paul immediately reels from her touch, pain
shooting through his head, furious.
PAUL
JESUS! FUCK!
JULIA
I'm sorry.
Paul holds his head tight. Almost near tears. Fighting pain.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
Ever since my head started to hurt.
(then)
JULIA
PAUL
Skin ... like it was shed ... and all of these metal pieces ...
Julia is terribly concerned now. His description frightens her, but she maintains a
visage of calm.
JULIA
PAUL
(then)
Beat.
JULIA
Okay.
Paul's cell phone RINGS on the table. Julia snatches up the phone and answers.
JULIA
(then)
Wait a minute ... slow down, I can't understand what you're saying ...
Complete astonishment storms Julia's face. Paul wanders in.
PAUL
Who is it?
JULIA
Paul sits on the passenger side, leaning against the window, his face pressed
against the glass. Somber and weak.
The twisted remains of a car accident has brought everything to a near standstill.
Police are everywhere. An ambulance is parked along the curb, lights flashing.
JULIA'S POV
A TEEN ACCIDENT VICTIM presses a white towel against his thigh. Blood gushes
from it. A huge metal ROD sticks out of his leg.
The Range Rover moves past the shredded cars involved in the accident. Twisted
metal covers the street.
The Rover pulls up to the sidewalk, directly in front of an extremely opulent upper-
class house.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
(shrugs)
JULIA
I know.
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
Promise.
JULIA
See a doctor.
PAUL
I will.
Paul opens the passenger door and steps out into the rain. Julia watches him
approach the house. Then, she pulls away from the curb.
A few moments pass before a sullen FIGURE arrives at the front door and pulls it
open, revealing ...
PAUL
standing on the front porch. His wet hair plastered to his forehead, rain streaming off
his cheeks, his handsome face turned pallid and colorless.
PAUL
Dad.
Standing at the door is a man in his mid-fifties, MR. LOOMIS. A severe presence with
a soured and weathered face. He stares at Paul without any sign of emotion.
Paul notices the slight. He presses onward. A bit haltingly. Still hopeful and trying to
connect.
PAUL (cont'd)
(beat)
(beat)
I was hoping.
Beat.
PAUL (cont'd)
I'm in a lot of trouble. I'm getting sick ... and I was hoping ...
(beat)
Paul is having difficulty speaking. He's almost reduced to tears as he stands in the
cold, stinging rain.
PAUL (cont'd)
I want to come home. Please Dad.
(desperate)
A moment of silence.
PAUL (cont'd)
Please?
His father stands steely eyed. His voice is icy and distant.
MR. LOOMIS
PAUL
Agonizing beat.
MR. LOOMIS
(then)
PAUL
Dad ...
The door is shut in his face. Nothing can be heard except for the rain falling outside.
A figure across the street catches Julia's attention -- a HOMELESS MAN stumbling
down the sidewalk, talking to himself, shaking a rattle.
VOICE (O.S.)
Julia?
Julia turns around, searching, not immediately recognizing the figure that briskly
approaches her --
It's Terry. But her once perfect appearance has become harsh and drawn. Her
blonde hair has been colored dark brown. There are sagging circles under her eyes.
Her skin is colorless. She moves quickly. Nervously.
Julia is shocked.
JULIA
Terry?
TERRY
I'm glad you came. You don't have any idea how scared I've been.
JULIA
Terry is about to answer when a BABY starts crying in the market. Fear takes control
of her face.
TERRY
JULIA
Why?
TERRY
JULIA
On the street.
TERRY
Terry takes Julia's arm and leads her out of the market.
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - STREET - CONTINUOUS
Terry is moving at a swift pace. She keeps looking back over her shoulder as Julia
tries to keep up. Rain drenches them.
JULIA
TERRY
He's dead.
JULIA
What?
TERRY
JULIA
TERRY
First, whenever you see a baby or a kid crying, keep moving. Children can sense
them. That's your warning.
JULIA
TERRY
Second, they can control anything electrical or mechanical. Lamps. Cars. Phones.
JULIA
TERRY
Third -- they can change things. They can make you disappear.
JULIA
Tell me what happened to Sam.
TERRY
I am telling you.
(terrified)
CLOSE ON THE POWERBOOK. A soft WHIRRING noise seeping from the computer
as the student types.
TERRY (V.O.)
They take away your identity. People stop remembering you. Your place in society
vanishes.
TERRY
That's how they get you. By making people not even care about you anymore.
JULIA
Did you try Sam's parents? Did you get the right number this time?
TERRY
(cryptic)
TERRY
JULIA
Terry starts laughing to herself. Tears welling in her eyes. Hopeless. Terrified.
TERRY
(then)
They don't even belong here. They're like ... like machines. That's what Sam said.
Like machines with all this skin and moving parts.
JULIA
They're machines?
TERRY
A YOUNG GUY crosses the street in front of them. He's just a yuppie with a cell
phone. But Terry stiffens in her seat, watching him suspiciously.
TERRY (cont'd)
Drive.
JULIA
TERRY
The Rover makes a right turn and cruises down another block.
Terry keeps her eyes riveted on the PEOPLE on the sidewalk. She's practically in
tears.
TERRY
(hushed)
JULIA
TERRY
JULIA
Why are they coming after us? What do they want with us?
TERRY
They have flesh and metal parts in their bodies. Sometimes they shed what they
don't need. But other parts keep getting worn out or lost. So they take people
constantly to get new parts.
JULIA
(soft)
TERRY
They wear the skin. That's why you don't notice them. Half of the time they're wearing
people's skin. Or they're hiding in dark places. Alleys. Closets.
Julia is horrified.
JULIA
TERRY
They take other parts too. Whatever they need. They're scavengers. No sense of
compassion. No remorse.
JULIA
TERRY
That's why they came after us. They got Joey first. At the cabin.
Julia is dumbfounded.
JULIA
Joey?
TERRY
That's what Sam saw. That's why he left. He woke up and got a look at them -- at
what they were doing to Joey ...
JULIA
Terry ...
TERRY
JULIA
TERRY
(amazed)
JULIA
No.
TERRY
There were five of us. He came up in his own car. He was Paul's best friend -- they
always wore the same thing for Christ sakes.
JULIA
TERRY
JULIA
TERRY
Look, could you drop me off at my brother's apartment? I need to pick up some
things before I go to the airport.
JULIA
TERRY
To see my parents.
JULIA
TERRY
JULIA
(very concerned)
Terry? What can I do to help you?
TERRY
From the street outside the car, the sound of a TODDLER CRYING can be heard.
Terry's head snaps around. She stares out the windshield at the screaming child.
TERRY (cont'd)
JULIA
Terry!
Julia pursues.
Julia pushes and shoves her way along the sidewalk. Terry is running like a
madwoman. Pure unabated terror.
People are crowded on the platform, waiting as a BART train rushes into the station.
The doors open. Passengers move off the train. Others get on.
Julia rushes down the stairs and pushes past the arriving commuters. There's no sign
of Terry. Julia keeps searching. Looks right. Then left. Finally, she spots Terry
boarding the BART train.
JULIA
Terry! Wait!
Julia rushes forward, squirming through the crowd, until she reaches the doors just
as they SLAM CLOSED. She looks through the windows, trying to find Terry amongst
the crowd inside.
He smiles at Julia.
The train shoots into the awaiting tunnel. Julia is left standing frozen and immobile on
the platform.
Near the subway entrance, a HOMELESS MAN with HOOKS FOR HANDS is
convulsing as he sits against the wall. Eyes wide open. Shaking horribly and staring
at nothing.
Quiet and dimly lit. Several of the lights are burnt out, leaving the hallway drowning in
shadows.
The elevator doors open. Terry exits and moves quickly down the hallway. Her face
is terrified. Sick.
A soft THUMPING in the hallway. Deep and hollow. Terry spins around, the keys
JINGLING in her hand.
Nothing there. The hall appears to be empty and dark. One of the lights overhead is
flickering and BUZZING softly, providing scant illumination.
A soft TINKLING sound at her feet. Terry looks down to find a few pieces of METAL
littering the floor. Nuts and bolts. Rods. Alien in design.
Terry's paranoia rises to a fever pitch. She turns the key in the lock. Opens the front
door.
Terry shuts the door. Locks it. Switches on the lights. Drops her KEYS and CELL
PHONE on a coffee table.
An open suitcase on the bed. Terry snatches up a PLANE TICKET and jams the
ticket folder into her purse. Slams the suitcase closed.
Terry leaves the bedroom, carrying the suitcase, and walks straight towards the front
door. She collects her keys and her cell phone from the table.
Terry is caught entirely off guard. She spins around to face the living room. Nobody's
there. Nothing.
Moving with the cautious steps of a small child, she walks towards the front door.
Foot by foot. The only sound is her FRIGHTENED BREATHING. She arrives at the
peephole and looks out into the empty hall.
Moving right in front of the door. One of its yellow eyes piercing through ...
surrounded by midnight skin pierced with metal bolts and rods.
The DOOR RATTLES like it's going to break off its hinges. Something SLAMS
REPEATEDLY against the wood.
Terry tears through the apartment, feet POUNDING. She rushes into the bedroom.
Terry SLAMS the bedroom door and locks it. Backs away towards the bed, when ...
Grabbing hold of her ankle. Fused together from rotting flesh, human parts, and
metal pieces. Terry pitches forward, SCREAMING, falling to her hands and knees.
Terry is immediately drenched by the storm. The door within her bedroom can be
heard CRASHING OPEN, followed by a ROARING unlike anything on this earth.
Terry rushes down the fire escape, FEET BANGING on the metal steps. But she
stops dead in her tracks when she notices --
A sound rises up behind her. THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS BANGING DOWN THE
FIRE ESCAPE IN PURSUIT.
TERRY
(horrified)
Oh God ...
Terry desperately goes to a window. She pulls it open, stepping inside, THE
BANGING FOOTSTEPS RIGHT BEHIND HER.
The apartment floor is being renovated. Plastic tarps cover the doors and windows.
Terry races through the hallway, SCREAMING WILDLY as she POUNDS on the
doors.
TERRY
Terry rockets around the corner. She presses the elevator door button frantically.
Terry lunges into the elevator, hits for the lobby, then starts BEATING FRENZIEDLY
on the door close button.
The elevator doors pull shut. Closing on the unseen things in the hallway.
The car starts going down. Floor lights blink above the door.
Terry punches out 9-1-1 on the cell phone's keypad. Nothing comes through the
receiver. Only static.
TERRY
More static over the cell phone. Terry has started crying in anguish when the elevator
comes to an abrupt halt.
Terry looks above the elevator doors. The floor light reads --
"B" (Basement)
Terry starts pressing for the lobby. The elevator won't move. She presses the "door
open" button, the alarm button, anything at all. Nothing responds.
TERRY (cont'd)
Nothing. Futile silence. She's about to try dialing on the cell phone again, when ...
WHUMP. A heavy thudding sound above the elevator car roof. The light overhead
flickers like a candle. Terry gazes at the failing light, then tracks her eyes towards the
trap door in the roof.
Terry is petrified. She takes a step backward. The light flashes off and on again ...
creating a strobe light effect.
Behind her, the elevator doors silently pull open.
Terry's gaze is still focussed on the ceiling trap door. Behind her, the basement is
pitch black. She continues moving backwards towards the open elevator doors, step
after step, completely unaware ...
In the moment it takes to draw a breath and scream, it's already over.
The lobby is vacant and terribly still. The elevator doors remain closed, a few
THUMPING sounds coming from the shaft far below.
Then nothing.
Julia is sitting inside of the parked Range Rover, the cell phone pressed against her
ear.
MAN'S VOICE
(from phone)
Hello?
JULIA
MAN
Yes.
JULIA
MAN
(overlapping)
Who is this?
JULIA
This is Julia Levin. We met a few days ago at graduation. I'm a friend of Terry's.
Beat.
MAN
Who?
JULIA
More silence.
JULIA (cont'd)
Hello?
MAN
JULIA
Excuse me?
MAN
JULIA
(beat)
JULIA (cont'd)
Hello?
Julia stares at the cell phone in stunned confusion, until a sharp pain courses through
her hand. She FLINCHES and nearly drops the phone. Julia checks her pricked
finger.
The WOUND HAS GROWN. An infected red spot with a open hole in the center. The
skin actually seems to be rotting around it, allowing the wound to expand like a
sinkhole.
Paul tightens his fist around the box, shutting his eyes, fighting the excruciating the
pain in his head. He takes a deep breath and moves to the register.
CASHIER
PAUL
(weak)
No.
CASHIER
Four thirty-two.
Paul flips open his wallet. His face drops into shock.
There's nothing inside his wallet. No credit cards. No money. No driver's license. Not
a thing.
CASHIER (cont'd)
Something wrong?
PAUL
Paul stops outside, running his fingers through his hair, digging them into his skull.
PAUL
(shaking his head)
A HOMELESS BAG LADY stands behind him. Pleading eyes. Dishevelled and caked
with grime. She holds up the drooping sleeve where a hand once was.
BAG LADY
(weeping)
Paul turns and starts running. Faster than he's ever run in his life. Disappearing down
the dark street.
Julia sits at an empty booth. Staring at various black and white photographs of
graduation. The four friends are sitting together on the back porch, smiling for the
camera.
She squeezes her finger to help numb the pain, her mind turning.
JULIA
(to herself)
Joey ...
(then)
Julia flips to another photograph. A picture of Julia, Paul, Sam, and Terry on the
UCLA campus. Dressed for graduation.
Julia shakes her head. Her eyes are locked on the faces of her friends.
JULIA (cont'd)
Beat.
She studies the picture ... Beat. Julia sits up in her chair.
JULIA (cont'd)
(a whisper)
Julia looks like she's falling into a deep hole. Her mind is racing for answers.
JULIA
TERRY
Anyone we know?
The BLOND STUDENT sits back on the hood of a sports car. The tattooed "S"
insignia visible on his shoulder.
Paul smiling his killer grin at Julia. Wearing his white shirt and gold and blue striped
tie.
TERRY (V.O.)
The BLOND STUDENT loosens his gold and blue striped tie from his white shirt
collar as he undresses.
TERRY (V.O.) (cont'd)
JULIA
(completely lost)
No ...
The BLOND STUDENT standing half-naked in front of Julia. Holding a pair of ripped
jeans.
JULIA (cont'd)
(laughs)
STUDENT
TERRY (V.O.)
Candles have been placed around the room. Paul and Terry are asleep on the floor.
There are SILHOUETTES ON THE WALL of THREE FIGURES tearing off pieces of
something in the room. Large flaps. Chunks. Moving rapidly and ferociously.
SAM
(shrieking)
JOEY!
Julia turns her head in the direction of the ripping and tearing sounds. Her eyes
slowly widen as her mouth drops into a soundless, petrified look of horror.
A hand with midnight skin, six fingers, and punctured with steel rods covers her eyes.
Julia is jolted out of her thought, looks over to find a WAITER picking up the pieces.
The lights flicker in the shop. This unnerves Julia completely. She starts gathering
the photographs together.
She becomes aware of the pain in her finger again. Looks at the scab.
JULIA
(a whisper)
JULIA (cont'd)
Oh no ...
Julia quickly grabs a knife from the table. She gets up and walks straight to the ladies
restroom.
Cramped and dirty. Julia holds her finger over the sink.
With the point of the knife's blade, she begins digging into her finger. The pain is
immediate. Julia grimaces, tears forming in her eyes, as the wound blossoms bright
red.
Julia drops the knife into the sink and pinches the wound. Squeezing hard.
Julia continues squeezing, tears rolling, fingernails digging into the wound as ...
Julia starts pulling it out of her finger. The splinter rises from the wound ... and
rises ... and rises ...
Julia is GASPING and CRYING as the pain becomes excruciating. The glittering
splinter is five inches long and growing.
Julia drops the splinter into the sink. She moves away from the counter, back
towards the living room, unbelieving, horrified ...
Everyone in the coffee shop is staring at her. The customers. The waiters.
Julia forces herself to move. She goes to her table, picks up the photographs, and
suddenly notices that in the graduation pictures --
The customers in the coffee shop are standing now. Their eyes are dark shadows.
Something about the way they stand is completely unnatural. All wrong.
Julia?
WAITER (cont'd)
(menacing)
Julia bolts out the door and rushes across the street. She reaches her car, disarms
the alarm, and gets inside.
Julia drops the photos into the passenger seat. Starts the car. The CELL PHONE
RINGS. She answers it.
JULIA
Hello?
PAUL
JULIA
PAUL
At a pay phone.
JULIA
PAUL
He wouldn't let me in. He told me he didn't have a son.
(then)
JULIA
PAUL
What's started?
JULIA
PAUL
Who is?
JULIA
(beat)
Your best friend was with us. Joey. He had blond hair. He had a Superman tattoo on
his shoulder.
PAUL
JULIA
That's because they erased your memory. If you remembered him ... if you
remembered what they did to him, you might run like Sam. That would make it hard
for them to hunt you down.
PAUL
Where's Sam?
JULIA
He's dead.
PAUL
What?
JULIA
PAUL
They?
JULIA
Monsters.
PAUL
Monsters?
JULIA
They really exist, Paul. They use human beings for parts. Like machines.
PAUL
JULIA
What you saw in the forest wasn't a hallucination. They've been watching us the
entire time. Following us.
PAUL
I can't --
JULIA
There's a tracking device in your head. Right where the scab is.
Her words sound chilling in the night air. Foreboding and deadly. Paul is filled with
dread.
PAUL
My head?
JULIA
They want us for parts. That's why they're tracking us. They take the skin and wear it.
PAUL
JULIA
They already got Sam and Terry. And now they're making us disappear.
(then)
PAUL
It can't be true.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
We have to get back home. They're all over the place, but we can make it.
PAUL
Okay.
JULIA
PAUL
Just below Union Square. Right near the cable cars. Where they turn them around.
JULIA
PAUL
JULIA
Wait for me. At the top of the stairs. I'll be there in five minutes.
PAUL
Okay.
JULIA
I love you.
PAUL
(in pain)
Julia tosses down the cell phone. The car engine STOPS.
JULIA
What now?
She tries to start the car, but it the engine won't turn over. Just as she's about to try a
second time, she looks out the windshield.
Julia barely leaps out of the way as the bus SCREECHES to a halt, nearly running
her down. She rises to her feet as the bus starts moving again.
Several of the passengers have their faces pressed against the windows. Watching
her. Dark circles around their eyes.
Julia keeps going. The PURSUING CUSTOMERS from the coffee shop are
marooned on the opposite corner by traffic. They stand motionless. Watching her
escape.
A long flight of stone stairs leads down to the BART and MUNI stations below. Paul
sits down on the steps. Looking. Waiting.
As she runs, Julia brushes past THE LITTLE GIRL from Sam's graduation party.
Standing abnormally. She watches Julia race off into the crowd with cold, soulless
eyes.
PAUL
Hey ...
Julia races across the intersection and streaks towards the subway station entrance.
JULIA
Paul?!
Julia looks around desperately. She can't find him in the crowds on the sidewalks.
She turns and looks down the stairs towards the open entryway to the subway
system.
Paul is walking through the entryway. A friend with him is patting him on the
shoulder. Just after Paul has disappeared through the entryway, the friend turns
around.
IT'S SAM.
His lips are parched, pitch black eyes bulging, his features somehow more twisted
and unfamiliar. His face twitches as he stares coldly at Julia, and he runs.
JULIA (cont'd)
PAUL!
JULIA (cont'd)
The upper level is almost completely empty save a few kids and late-night
commuters. Julia is hysterical now. The first time we've seen her lose control.
She looks around frantically. Spots Paul and Sam going down the escalator together.
JULIA
Paul!
Julia rushes towards the turnstiles. Jumps them. A GUARD steps out of his booth.
GUARD
PAUL
(confused)
Sam smirks back, mute ... and GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT.
There's nobody else down there. The lights are flickering. Slowly, they return to
normal.
JULIA
(calling)
Paul?!
No response.
A train RUMBLES through the station. Julia moves to the opposite side and looks.
Resting on the tracks, leading into the tunnel, are a trail of metal pieces. Exactly like
the ones from the cabin.
Without hesitation, she jumps down to the tracks. Moving quickly and bending down
to avoid being seen, she rushes into the awaiting subway tunnel.
Julia moves cautiously amongst the tracks. Eyes scanning the darkness. Following
the trail of discarded metal.
A SHARP HISSING.
Julia spins around. A few more HISSING SOUNDS rise from electrical sparks on the
tracks. Blue light flashes within the tunnel. Then, it ceases.
She turns back to continue her search, wind sifting through her hair, when she finds
--
A LARGE HOLE
At the base of the subway wall. Julia reaches down and palms a few metal pieces at
the base of the hole.
A narrow and claustrophobic space. Julia squirms through the confined space,
pulling herself towards the flashing light.
Julia pulls herself through another opening and finds herself standing in the threshold
of a corridor. Both the walls and floor are constructed of crude metal grates and long
pipes. Anything could be hiding within. Waiting.
She moves slowly into the corridor, a STROBE LIGHT flickering around her. She
gropes towards another opening.
The fluorescent lights above are glimmering in the darkness. Julia stands at the top
of the stairwell. She can't even see the bottom of the steps.
Carefully, she starts moving down. Her hand gripping the metal railing.
Her foot accidentally kicks a few pieces of metal on the steps. A light CLINKING as
the metal scatters down ahead of her.
The HUMMING OF MACHINES is closer now. Just beyond the sheathing clouds of
blue and white mist.
From somewhere within, she manages to steady herself. Keeps going through the
awaiting steam curtain at the bottom.
Julia moves into the main hallway, stumbling through a hallway that can best be
described as a living nightmare. Mammoth pipes and human skin has been
fashioned together into a wall, pulsating with the HEARTBEAT OF MACHINES that
saturates the entire hallway.
Steam jets into the hallway intermittently from the pipes. Creating great clouds.
Julia is beyond horrified. Her face registers a numbness. Complete and total
astonishment.
Human bones and body parts have been so expertly fashioned into the corridor that
it's impossible to distinguish where the organic ends and the mechanical begins.
She enters another corridor. Her face is struck by a JET OF HISSING STEAM.
She presses onward. Slipping past the skulls and littered metal on the floor.
Julia whirls back around a corner, pressing flat against the wall as a BLACK SHAPE
moves through the steam. Unidentifiable features. Movements that suggest nothing
by chaos and madness.
She gradually turns to peek back into the hallway where the thing once stood.
Carefully she keeps going forward. Drenched in water and sweat. Slipping through
the steam clouds that mask another entrance.
INT. LAIR - NIGHT
A massive room where empty human skins are dangling from hooks, complete and
preserved from head to toe. The skins sway and rock gently in the draft. Thousands
of them.
A large OPERATING TABLE awaits. But the surface of the table is sunken like a
water basin. Next to the table is a pedestal littered with BLOODY INSTRUMENTS.
Cutting tools. Knives. Curved hooks.
Julia notices that Paul's torn clothes are resting at the foot of the table. Shirt
shredded to a rag. Sneakers orphaned nearby. Jeans spattered with blood.
She reaches the foot of the table. Paul is lying within the basin, completely naked
and partially covered with LITTERED BODY PARTS. Organs and entrails.
The basin is filled with water and blood. An immobile form is resting next to him.
JULIA
JULIA (cont'd)
Wake up.
JULIA (cont'd)
(then)
Here ...
Julia grabs his jeans. She helps him slide down from the basin and he pulls them on.
Her free hand grabs a HOOK from the pedestal and swings the blade into the thing's
neck. Blood fountains up.
With Paul leaning on her for support, Julia rapidly heads for the door.
Julia navigates her way through the hallways. Moving blindly through sudden JETS
OF STEAM, the sound of MACHINES around them. Paul leans on her, his eyes
remaining closed, COUGHING and stumbling.
JULIA'S POV
Racing through the halls. The steam clouds suddenly EXPLODING into her view.
Julia reaches the stairwell and helps Paul climb the steps. She looks back over her
shoulder. Nothing behind them.
Julia stops at the corridor opening. The strobe light FLASHES within. Clicking.
JULIA
Julia turns to Paul and finds a face with glaring yellow eyes and metal teeth. He
stares back at her.
A moment of sheer horror. Julia reels back into the corridor. Pressed flat against the
wall. Sliding towards the crawl space opening.
Paul starts advancing into the corridor. Grinning with teeth that flash with every click
of the strobe light.
Paul tears the skin covering his chest wider. Pulling it away. Stripping himself clean.
The last pieces Paul's skin are torn off. The thing that had been pretending to be Paul
stands in his place.
Only brief glimpses are allowed by the strobe light. An abysm of immemorial lunacy
consisting of fashioned human parts and twisted metal. A human heart beating within
exposed ribs. Bones combined with pulleys and rods. The face of a skull. A
contradiction of all matter and cosmic order.
Julia slips back into the crawl space. Still trying to scream.
Julia drags herself through the crawl space. Moving quickly. Panicked.
Julia squeezes herself through the exposed hole. She kicks to her feet and tears off
into the tunnel.
Julia has almost reached the platform opening for the train.
Julia runs directly parallel to the subway platform. The lights alongside of her start
flickering and go out, one by one, as she advances.
She reaches the opposite tunnel and grabs hold of the platform, pulling herself up.
The platform goes dark.
Appearing out of the far tunnel are a DOZEN DARK SHAPES, scampering along the
walls and running on all fours across the tracks. Their characteristics barely visible.
Julia kicks back as the shrieking things bear down on her, yellow eyes flaring in the
dark, metal teeth flashing.
Julia tries to run for the escalator, but the things cover the walls behind the tracks.
Ready to spring.
Reducing the monster to a few vestiges of scattered metal. The other creatures on
the tracks are also run down.
Nothing is left except for a few swirling newspapers. The lights flicker and come back
to life.
Rising up to her feet, rescued from death by chance, Julia starts backing towards the
escalator. Her eyes locked upon the darkened tunnel before she turns and races up.
Julia dashes up the stairwell and sprints into the street. She doesn't look back.
DISSOLVE TO:
The rain falls so heavily that it creates a dense, blue FOG which shrouds the entire
street.
Julia appears through the storm, running towards a telephone booth on the street
corner. She rips open the door, steps inside, and slams the door shut.
She drops a few quarters into the phone. Dials. And waits.
Dark and still. Lightning frames the windows. The picture of Julia and her mother
rests near a phone as the line RINGS.
GUY
Hello?
Static.
GUY (cont'd)
(bewildered)
Is anyone there?
JULIA
(beat)
They might still be around ... feeding on power from the phone lines. Can you hear
me?
(beat)
... Dad?
GUY
(over phone)
Beat.
JULIA
More STATIC resounds over the phone. Guy hesitates a moment, then returns the
portable to the cradle.
Julia begins to cry. She covers her face with her hands. The tears roll through her
fingers.
DISSOLVE TO:
A GROUP OF THREE COLLEGE STUDENTS come down the escalator into the
station. CONNOR is among them, now eighteen and wearing a Berkeley sweatshirt.
His friends are BARRY and MIKE.
BARRY
CONNOR
BARRY
MIKE
He has a point. I made the mistake of trying to use the bathroom. What do these
people do? Stand with their ass hanging over the toilet and aim?
CONNOR
MIKE
BARRY
(trace of sarcasm)
Yeah Connor. Relax. We might get there right after the kegs dry out.
CONNOR
(resigned)
Connor?
He turns around and scans the crowd, locating a ragged figure that moves quickly
towards him. With her dirty clothing and sunken eyes, it takes a moment to register.
This is Julia. Her skin is pale. Her hair is stringy and knotted.
JULIA
CONNOR
What?
BARRY
(hushed)
Great.
MIKE
JULIA
They tried to get me. Several times. But I managed to get away. I've always
managed to get away.
CONNOR
JULIA
CONNOR
I'm sorry.
JULIA
He gets into the train. His friends are laughing. Connor turns to his friends with a look
of smirking disbelief.
CONNOR
BARRY
CONNOR
Jesus Christ.
JULIA
(overlapping)
Julia begins beating on the doors to be heard. Connor and his friends are a little
freaked but they're still laughing at her.
JULIA
The train starts to move. People inside move in front of the doors and block Julia's
view of her brother.
JULIA (cont'd)
JULIA (cont'd)
(shrieks)
THEY ...!!!!
The grinding of the wheels is heard as the train moves into the subway tunnel. THE
SOUND OF MACHINES drowns out every other sound and consumes all.
BLACKOUT.
THE END