Jumanji Page #9

FELIX:

Ah! Most excellent!

NIGEL:

(to Timtohy)

This could be it... Are you ready?

INT. ERIC’S HOUSE – ATTIC – DUSK

Eric and Krystyl kneel across from each other with the game.

KRYSTYL:

I’m ready.

Eric hands her the dice. She takes a deep breath.

ERIC:

(putting his hand on hers)

You can do this.

KRYSTYL:

My last turn, the entire first

floor was destroyed.

ERIC:

And you didn’t even technically roll

the dice...

He smiles weakly; Krystyl is still uneasy.

KRYSTYL:

What if it releases more bugs?

ERIC:

Then we’ll deal with them together.

We just have to take things one

turn at a time. Just handle each

little surprise at it comes up.

And no matter what happens, I’ll

be right here with you. We’ll

finish this game together; I promise.

Krystyl nods and clutches the dice. She is slightly more at

ease. She’s about to begin to roll, but then stops.

KRYSTYL:

Eric... earlier before, when I...

called you selfish... Well... I’m

sorry. That wasn’t fair of me.

I don’t think you’re selfish, I

was just... you know...

ERIC:

(smiles)

It’s okay, Krystyl.

KRYSTYL:

Are you sure?

ERIC:

That’s in the past; time to move on.

Krystyl laughs nervously.

KRYSTYL:

Good.

She resumes SHAKING the dice.

KRYSTYL (CONT’D)

Okay... need a big number, here...

Come on, big number!

She throws a ONE and a ONE, totaling TWO.

ERIC KRYSTYL:

The hell?! Seriously?!

Her figurine moves the pitiful two spaces.

The CLUE SWIRLS...

KRYSTYL:

Okay...

(reading)

”A forked tongue

detects for you.

Its armless grip

will turn you blue.”

A nearby stack of boxes suddenly TOPPLES over. Eric and Krystyl

are startled.

KRYSTYL:

What was that?

An ominous RUSTLING sound is heard.

ERIC:

Something’s in here.

Pieces of furniture are knocked over with a CRASH.

KRYSTYL:

Something big.

Eric and Krystyl stand up and look around.

ERIC:

Where’s it coming from? I don’t

see anything.

KRYSTYL:

Me neith-

Something YANKS on her foot, sending her to the floor. She

SCREAMS bloody murder.

ERIC:

KRYSTYL!

He bolts around the table, stops short and pales.

An enormous SNAKE, almost thirty feet long, has slithered out

from the corner and is slowly wrapping itself around Krystyl.

KRYSTYL:

It’s got me!

ERIC:

NO!

He frantically GRABS at the snake’s coiling body, to no avail.

KRYSTYL:

Get it off me! Hurry!

The snake has almost coiled itself around her entire body. She

begins to gasp for breath as it tightens its grip.

KRYSTYL:

Help... (gasp) help... (gasp)

Fueled by desperation, Eric grabs the snake’s head, and savagely

BITES down on its neck as hard as he can.

The snake HISSES, and begins to release Krystyl.

Once she is uncoiled, Krystyl PANTS in and out quickly.

ERIC:

(letting go)

GET OUT OF HERE!

The snake, furious and now bleeding, sets its sights on Eric,

who is backing away.

The snake slithers along the attic floor, never deviating.

Eric has backed into a support beam. He glances at it, a light

bulb going off in his head.

He glances between the approaching snake and the beam.

ERIC:

What do you weigh, Kaa? Five,

six hundred pounds?

The snake STRIKES! Eric runs around the support beam over and

over again. The snake follows, coiling itself around the beam.

KRYSTYL:

Eric! (gasp) What are you (gasp)

doing?!

By now, the snake has wrapped its entire body around the beam,

trying to get Eric. The wood begins to CRACK...

ERIC:

Timber.

The beam BREAKS off and falls, due to the snake’s weight. They

both CRASH down right through the floor.

INT. ERIC’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

The snake-wrapped beam FALLS through the ceiling and continues

to CRASH through the already weakened floor into the basement.

A HISSING is heard dying away.

INT. ERIC’S HOUSE – ATTIC – CONTINUOUS

Eric stares at the hole in the floor for a second, then runs

over to Krystyl, who has recovered.

He PULLS her into a tight embrace.

ERIC:

Are you alright?

They break apart and look at each other.

KRYSTYL:

Yeah... I’m fine.

(dreamy)

You bit an anaconda for me...

There is a pause. They stare into each other’s eyes, seeming to

forget about their predicament. Their heads begin to move

closer together. Krystyl starts to PUCKER her lips...

ERIC:

(killing the mood)

Python.

KRYSTYL:

...Huh?

ERIC:

That was a python.

KRYSTYL:

A python?

ERIC:

Yeah. Anacondas live in the Amazon.

You know, in South America. This

game is based on the jungles of

Africa, so a snake that size would

have to be a python.

KRYSTYL:

... I see.

There is an uncomfortable SILENCE. They very slowly and

awkwardly part from their embrace.

KRYSTYL:

Well, it’s your turn... do you think

you can still play?

Eric swallows, nods his head and speaks with determination.

ERIC:

We’ve come this far, haven’t we?

But if Jumanji’s going to get

tougher, maybe we can, too.

KRYSTYL:

What do you mean?

MONTAGE:
PREPARING FOR BATTLE

A) Eric tears open a box labeled “Tools.”

B) He hands Krystyl a large, sharp MACHETE. She inspects it.

C) Eric takes a few practice swings with a HATCHET.

D) Krystyl ties off her crop top, giving her the appearance of

wearing a skintight sports bra.

E) Eric switches his sneakers for some hiking boots.

MONTAGE ENDS.

Eric and Krystyl stand, fully armed and ready to play Jumanji.

KRYSTYL:

Ready to roll?

ERIC:

Let’s go.

He reaches down and snatches up the dice. He rattles them and

tosses them onto the board.

He rolls a TWO and a FIVE, totaling SEVEN. His figurine moves

and his clue is given:

ERIC:

(reading)

“One cannot run,

nor can one hide.

These creatures dwell

and grow inside.”

KRYSTYL:

They’re inside the room!

They stand back to back with their weapons raised.

ERIC:

We knew that much, didn’t we?

They await any danger, but nothing appears. Everything is

silent and undisturbed. Eric slowly lowers his hatchet.

ERIC:

Nothing’s happening.

Krystyl is confused, as is Eric.

KRYSTYL:

That’s weird.

ERIC:

Maybe the game’s just trying to scare

us... you know, make us all paranoid,

so we’ll stop playing.

KRYSTYL:

Yeah... Jumanji must be toying with us.

They stand for a while longer. Eric’s teeth begin to CHATTER.

His whole body starts to shiver. Krystyl turns around.

KRYSTYL:

Are you okay?

ERIC:

Yeah. It- it’s just k-kind of cold

up here.

KRYSTYL:

Cold? It’s the middle of April.

It’s got to be seventy-five degrees,

at least!

ERIC:

(shaking worse)

K-Krystyl, I’m... f-f-freezing!

He DROPS the hatchet and wraps his arms around himself. Krystyl

grips his shoulder.

KRYSTYL:

Eric?

(hysterical)

Eric?!

Eric’s eyes roll in back of his head and he COLLAPSES to the

floor, shaking violently and writhing in agony. Krystyl drops

to her knees and examines him.

KRYSTYL:

What is it?! What’s happening?!

Her eye catches something. She leans in closer to Eric’s face.

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