Antz Page #12

BALA:

I didn't choose him. What kind of

idiot would...

(unconvincingly)

...choose who she wanted to marry?

She shakes herself out of it.

BALA:

Now, worker, you shall take me back

to the colony, and have your head cut

off and stuck on a sharp pole!

Z:

Well, that's an appealing offer,

but...considering the options...

(he decides)

You go back. Me, I'm going to

Insectopia.

BALA:

Insectopia? You stupid worker,

that's just a fairy tale!

Z:

Yeah, well I have it on a reliable

source...

(he knows that was

maybe stretching it)

that it exists. Now you follow

the yellow egg...

(looking around)

That direction.

BALA:

Worker! Come back here now!

Z:

I've got a name. It's Z.

BALA:

That's not a name! That's just a

letter!

Z, meanwhile, hits the road. Bala has no idea of where to

go. Just then, the scariness of the outside world comes

through to her.

We start hearing NOISES -- the equivalent of scary jungle

sounds in a Tarzan movie -- the HISSING, CROAKING,

CHIRRUPING... Bala sees eyes looking out at her from all

directions...and spots a colossal monster (a sparrow) fixing

her with his beady gaze.

BALA:

(clears her throat)

Worker?

(no response...louder

now)

Oh WORKER? Where are you?

(getting desperate)

Z? Z? Wait for me!!!

Bala heads off after Z.

INT. MEGA-TUNNEL - DAY

The mass of worker ants are swinging pick-axes in the tunnel.

The foreman moves up the line, BERATING the workers, yelling

at them to dig faster.

AZTECA:

I tell ya, I'm gettin' sick of bein'

yelled at.

WORKER #1

What do you want, we're just workers.

WEAVER:

You know, you're not just workers --

you can be whatever you want to be!

Look at Z! He started as a worker --

then he became a soldier!

AZTECA:

That's right! He slaughtered

hundreds of termites single-handedly!

WORKER #2

I heard about this guy.

(turning to the other

workers)

He crashed a party at the palace.

Then he took a hike with one of the

royal babes! And when they tried to

stop him, he just looked at a

couple'a guards, and they burst into

flames!

WORKER ANT #1

You're nuts, how could a worker do

all that?

WEAVER:

Well, because he's more than a

worker...he's a...what did he call

it, Azteca...

AZTECA:

Invisible!

WEAVER:

No -- an individual!

WORKER #2

What's that?

WEAVER:

Well, it's...someone with his own

point of view...someone who does what

he wants, not whatever he's told to

do!

AZTECA:

(eyes lit up,

watching Weaver)

Someone who follows his heart!

WEAVER:

(taking Azteca's hand)

Right...because every ant's important!

WORKER #2

(scoffs)

But that would mean I'm important.

WORKER #1

I'm outta here, this sounds like

trouble to me.

But more ants are gathering 'round.

WEAVER:

We can all be individuals! Just like

Z!

Weaver and Azteca hold hands. More ants are gathering

around, dropping their tools...

EXT. BIKE PATH - DAY

LONG SHOT. A glimmering desert landscape (think of "The

Sun's Anvil" in Lawrence of Arabia). Two small figures can

be seen, tiny dots moving across the arid whiteness.

They're Bala and Z, who are crossing a concrete path in the

park, which they perceive to be a "desert".

BALA:

Water...water...

Z:

Water...water -- oh, you already said

that.

BALA:

(walking along)

My skin's dry, my exoskeleton is

cracking...I wish I'd never met you,

you ruined my life.

Z:

I ruined your life? Look, I was

perfectly happy until I met you --

alright, I was miserable, but I was

happily miserable.

Over Z's line, we can see a GIGANTIC WHEEL, getting larger

and larger and heading right towards them, a GIGANTIC WHEEL

(the front wheel of a bicycle which is heading right towards

them).

BALA:

Look out!

Bala pushes Z out of the way just as the wheel rolls past

with a cacophonous CRUNCHING, GRINDING noise -- like a

gigantic millwheel.

BALA:

We're going to die!

Z:

Come on -- it's gone! What are the

chances of that happening again?

No sooner has he said it than the rear wheel of the bike

thunders past.

Z:

Well I'll be.

Bala notices that they're clutching one another in fear; she

pushes him away.

BALA:

Why didn't I listen to my mother

...why'd I have to go looking for

trouble? Any ant would have given

their left legs to be in my

position...what's wrong with me?

Z:

Want a list?

BALA:

(urgent)

Wait, I hear something!

We can, in fact, hear a low, musical PLUNK.. there's a pause

and then we can hear it again...

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