Feast Page #18

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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 sh*t.

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:

Sh*t!

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.

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