Jumanji Page #7

KRYSTYL:

We have a responsibility, here!

ERIC:

Krystyl, let go!

KRYSTYL:

You let go!

ERIC:

We’re not playing, anymore!

KRYSTYL:

(tugging)

Stop... being... so... selfish!

Krystyl YANKS the game away from Eric. Unfortunately, the

momentum flings open the flap and causes the dice to TUMBLE and

ROLL. They land on FOUR and THREE, totaling SEVEN.

ERIC:

NO!!!

KRYSTYL:

Omigod!!!

Eric takes the game, slams it down on the table and places his

hand flat over Krystyl’s game piece.

ERIC:

That doesn’t count! That doesn’t

count!

Unfortunately, it does. Instead of the piece moving, the game

itself MOVES underneath the appropriate spaces.

KRYSTYL:

Oh, my God... Oh, my God... the

game thinks I rolled!

ERIC:

What do you mean, “the game thinks?”

New LETTERS SWIRL in the center. Realizing she has no choice,

Krystyl reads her clue.

KRYSTYL:

(reading)

“Frenzied beasts

are at your heel.

Their tusks are sharper

than their squeal.”

The dice begin to VIBRATE.

Slowly, the entire house begins to tremble and shake. Pictures

fall off the wall. Veins of cracks run up the walls of the

room. Krystyl looks around fearfully.

ERIC:

This... might be bad.

From behind the hall closet door, bestial SQUEALING is heard,

becoming louder and louder.

KRYSTYL:

(backing into a corner)

What’s that sound?

ERIC:

(following)

If I had to guess... I would say

frenzied beasts.

With a SMASH, the closet door explodes into splinters.

A wild horde of feral bush pigs pours into the house, charging

rampantly and destroying anything in their path!

Furniture is crushed beyond recognition and rugs are torn up.

The NOISE is deafening.

A pig charges into the living room and runs directly at Eric.

It runs through his legs and knocks him to the ground.

The pig SNORTS and sizes Eric up.

ERIC:

Easy there, Pumbaa. Easy...

The pig readies to charge...

In a flash, Krystyl tears off her hoodie, revealing a black crop

top. She jumps on top of the pig and wraps the sweatshirt

around its head, blinding it.

KRYSTYL:

Yeehaw!

The pig shakes its head violently and throws her off. Still

blinded, it charges away, enraged. Krystyl helps Eric up.

After a split-second glance at Krystyl’s half-naked torso, he

takes her hand and pulls her along with him.

ERIC:

We’ve got to get to the basement!

It’s our only chance!

KRYSTYL:

Wait! The game!

She quickly folds up the game and tucks it under her arm.

Dodging pigs, they hurriedly make their way to the basement

door. They run inside and SLAM the door shut.

INT. ERIC’S HOUSE – BASEMENT STAIRS – CONTINUOUS

Eric pulls on the light’s chain. He and Krystyl are breathing

heavily as the sounds upstairs continue to echo.

Finally, after a minute, the sounds subside and die away. It’s

too quiet, now.

KRYSTYL:

Are they gone?

INT. ERIC’S HOUSE – KITCHEN – AFTERNOON

It looks as though a bomb went off on the first floor. It is

impossible to say which room is which.

Eric is inspecting the damage, trying to find something whole.

Krystyl appears from behind the overturned refrigerator, looking

guilty and concerned. Eric is barely containing his anger.

ERIC:

I found something.

He spies something on the floor and picks it up. It’s Krystyl’s

lacrosse stick, miraculously undamaged.

KRYSTYL:

Hey... my lacrosse stick.

He FLINGS it over his shoulder. It clatters into the dining

room. He walks over to Krystyl, who won’t look him in the eye.

ERIC:

(teeth gritted)

Give me the game. Now.

Krystyl doesn’t move. Eric SNATCHES the game away from her and

leaves. Krystyl follows.

INT. ERIC’S HOUSE – FAMILY ROOM – AFTERNOON

The fireplace is missing some bricks. The floorboards are

smashed, and the television is turned over on its side.

Eric stands with the bent up remote, trying to light the fire.

He studies the large remote carefully. It has dozens of nearly

identical buttons.

Krystyl stands close to him, obviously upset. He notices.

ERIC:

I’ve got to destroy it!

KRYSTYL:

You know, you’re not the center of

the universe! It’s not always all

about you! Oh gosh, you don’t want

to go to college, you don’t want to

leave, you’re afraid of life, poor

pitiful you!

ERIC:

(pushing random buttons)

Quiet!

The TV flickers on.

KRYSTYL:

There are plenty of other people

out there! People you apparently

don’t care about! You and I

started this game, so now we have

to finish it!

The fire ignites. Eric readies to throw the game in. Suddenly,

the sound of an AMBULANCE from the TV catches his attention.

ON THE TV:

It is a live news report coming from town. It is absolute

disarray. The mandrills are terrorizing the citizens, causing

them to flee for cover.

The wild pigs are ramming into cars, trapping people inside.

People on STRETCHERS are being loaded into ambulances with

various injuries. Windows are demolished; a fire is raging.

The REPORTER (late 20s) looks terrified as she gives her report.

REPORTER:

-an area of about two miles. As of

now, twelve people have been taken to

the hospital with multiple injuries,

most of which are listed in critical

condition. Once again, the police

are warning viewers to stay in their

homes. Local zoos and wildlife

refuges are being contacted in a

desperate hope to try and pinpoint

the source of this chaotic and

bizarre outbreak. I’ve been told-

She is cut short as a mandrill TACKLES her from behind. Her

screams echo.

REPORTER (CONT’D, O.S.)

Mitchell! Put down the camera! Ow!

Get it off me! Get it off-

The screen goes blank as the camera cuts off.

Eric stares at the screen, conflicted. He looks to Krystyl, who

is wiping away tears at the carnage she has just witnessed.

Eric looks at the game in his hands. He LIFTS up the flap and

reads the second set of instructions again.

CLOSE UP on the words “unless you intend to finish.”

INT. ERIC’S HOUSE – DINING ROOM – LATER

The table has been righted up, and Eric places the game on top

of it. He and Krystyl sit across from each other.

He holds the dice in his palm, looking terrified.

Krystyl places her hand atop the black orb in the center of the

game.

KRYSTYL:

We’ll finish this game, Eric. No

matter what?

The atmosphere is tense, but Eric places his hand over hers.

ERIC:

No matter what.

Eric grips the dice carefully. He RATTLES them and rolls a TWO

and a SIX, totaling EIGHT.

ERIC:

(reading)

“Savage hunters

covertly prowl

without a trace,

but for their growl.”

(to Krystyl)

I don’t like the sound of that.

Eric freezes. His gaze is now focused beyond Krystyl.

KRYSTYL:

What do you think the game is

going to throw at us this time?

ERIC:

(not moving)

Hmmm.

KRYSTYL:

Well, shouldn’t we take cover

before these... “hunters” show up?!

ERIC:

Hmmm.

Krystyl is perturbed and upset at Eric’s demeanor.

KRYSTYL:

Why are you ignoring me?!

ERIC:

(slowly and carefully)

Because if I look away, it’s

going to pounce.

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