Feast Page #14

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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?

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