Lake Placid Page #21

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. MAINE TURNPIKE - AERIAL SHOT - DUSK

Police cars, lights flashing, motor down the highway. Behind

them... on a flatbed truck... a thirty foot giant crocodile.

Headed down the southbound lane of the Maine turnpike. Rolling.

Rolling. Rolling along. It doesn't even look ridiculous.

We've become accustomed to such sights.

As we lift up higher and higher, Richie Havens' "I CAN SEE

CLEARLY NOW" RESUMES. Eventually, we:

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CAMPSITE - SUNSET

Jack and Kelly board his vehicle. They drive off, as we:

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BICKERMAN FARM - SUNSET

Daffy Mrs. Bickerman sits at the end of her dock, feet dangling

in the water. Throwing bread crumbs.

BICKERMAN:

Cute little Buttons. Mommy loves

you. Come eat your supper little

buttons. Nibble Mommy's toes.

REVEAL:

Three, maybe four, crocodile hatchlings, a foot in length, are

swimming near her feet, eating the bread, nibbling her toes.

OFF them, THEN happy Mrs. Bickerman, we:

FADE OUT.

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