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He laughs to himself and puts his face up to the hole for a
closer look.
TROOP LEADER:
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...
SUPERIMPOSED:
BASED ON A TRUE STORYThe title SHATTERS...
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:
BOZOAGE:
32JOB:
UNEMPLOYEDOCCUPATION:
TOWN JACKASSWe 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:
PARAAGE:
29OCCUPATION:
FIREWORKS DEALERLIFE 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.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:
GOLDIEAGE:
24OCCUPATION:
HOST AT RED LOBSTERLIFE EXPECTANCY:
HORRIFYING DEATH IN JUST UNDER SEVENTY-FIVEMINUTES:
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:
BARTENDERAGE:
50OCCUPATION:
BARTENDER
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