Feast Page #6

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HERO:

LISTEN TO ME!

The bar GASPS.

HERO:

Take a good look! There's at least a

FOUR of these things out there!

Grandpapa Beast's head has softball-sized eyeballs and a

seven by seven inch mouth full of jagged, ivory white teeth.

It is like a super-sized, albino, jackal head with long,

stringy hair.

HERO:

I saw one of them tear up five men

like they were corn on the cob!

The bar is silent.

HERO:

I don't know what they are. I don't

know where they came from. All I do

know is that these f***ers are fast,

nasty, and hungry.

The bar stares at him, slack-jawed.

HERO:

...And they can fly. Not to mention

they're damn-shitfuckin' near

impervious to conventional firepower.

The shocked Bartender lowers his shotgun slightly.

WHIP! Hero drops the head on the bar and GRABS the shotgun

from Bartender's hands.

Hero notices an ENGRAVING on the shotgun. It has "THE JUDGE"

carved into the handle. He nods approvingly to Bartender.

HERO:

Now these things are coming. RIGHT

NOW. We have to lock this bar down!

He moves and points to vulnerable areas.

HERO:

That means doors, windows, drains,

basements, skylights, whatever, and

we have to do it fast!

Hero runs to the lone window in the front of the bar and

then back at the patrons.

HERO:

(addressing Belle)

You! Get on that phone. Call the

cops, the National Guard, townies,

whoever kicks ass and get 'em out

here.

Belle moves to a pay phone at the end of the bar. She

nervously grabs for coins in her apron.

HERO:

(addressing patrons)

We gotta seal off the back, seal off

the top and lock down the bottom.

(Beat)

Any questions?

Everyone is silent.

BARTENDER:

Who are you?

HERO:

I'm the hero --

CRASH! Two white Beast arms BURST through the window and

SPLIT Hero right down the middle.

BLAM! The Judge fires into the ceiling --

SECOND FLOOR:

BLAM! The Judge's blast blows through the Boss Man's RIGHT

FOOT as he reaches climax with Tuffy. Boss Man hollers.

Tuffy SCREAMS --

MAIN BAR:

Hero's right half is JERKED outside through the window!

Belle SCREAMS into the phone!

The bar screams in horror! Blood sprays! Rapid chomping!

NOTE:
The full Beasts are all white and furiously fly around

like bolts of lightning. They emit a high shrill sound, like

a buzz saw working a piece of steel.

The patrons scramble.

CRASH! The double doors are kicked open, splintering the

propped up chair. The people duck for cover.

HEROINE (Native American, rugged, ripped pants, wickedly

hot) rushes in, slams the doors shut and instinctively kicks

up the RUST RED SHOTGUN. She flips it sideways and slides

the metal weapon through the handles of the double doors,

securing them.

BAM! A massive HIT slams into the doors from the outside

sending Heroine SLIDING across the floor.

She SPRINGS to her feet and drives her weight into a table

attempting to hoist it over the now open window.

HEROINE:

HELP ME! SOMEBODY!

Old Vet and Harley Mom rush to Heroine's aid. They raise the

table to cover the gaping hole. Heroine looks outside.

HEROINE:

GET DOWN!

A BEAST nails the rising table, just missing Heroine's face.

The table falls, pinning Heroine. A BEAST enters.

This is JUNIOR BEAST. He's all white and fast like the others,

but small, the size of a 9 year-old child. He uses speed and

his long sharp claws to cause havoc.

CHUCK! CHUCK! JUNIOR swipes the heads off Old Vet and Harley

Mom. Their heads BOUNCE off the wall and drop.

Good Guy shields Good Girl in a booth as Adulterer and Trampy

hit the deck.

Junior Beast tears through the bar, shrieking. It BANGS the

jukebox and an 80's punk-hit plays.

Heroine pulls herself out from under the table.

Goldie jerks backward off his stool and hits the floor.

Junior Beast SCRATCHES Bartender's back and he falls near

The Judge.

Junior Beast KNOCKS beer taps off the bar set one by one,

leaps over the bar, swings its claws at a ducking Belle,

then kick-rips the pay phone from the wall. SPARKS spit out.

JUNIOR BEAST continues his tour as he destroys the TV.

It sweeps down and pulls out half of Trampy's hair. She

bellows. It throws a booth at Beer Guy. He dives out of the

way. Items fly off of the walls and tables.

The Elderly couple crouch, holding each other tight.

Bartender scrambles for The Judge on the floor.

Junior Beast's body BANGS the jukebox again, the song SKIPS.

It rises to the ceiling for another attack.

Para ducks as lethal talons rip his back rest.

Junior Beast jumps and BREAKS a ceiling fan.

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