
Murderland Page #21
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TREE #3
Yikes, I shouldn't have had that taco !
The other tree let's loose a yellow gas from the leaves.
Saundra begins to cough and gasp. Bruce does to, then he
runs over to the dinner table.
BRUCE:
Quick, drink this !
He hands her a cup of tea from the table.
SAUNDRA:
I don't get it.
BRUCE:
It's poison gas, this is the antidote.
Drink it.
TREE#2
You guys disgust me !
TREE #1
He hee hee hee hee.
TREE #3
Hey, pull my branch !
TREE #1
Hee hee hee hee heeh hee/
Saundra drinks the tea & then Bruce takes a swig.
BRUCE:
Come on let's get out of here.
INT. HALLWAY, MURDERLAND - NIGHT
Bruce stops Saundra.
BRUCE:
Here. Help me get the panel off.
They tear at the wall piece and it comes off. Bruce sees
the power box.
BRUCE (CONT'D)
Get back !
Bruce pulls out the Shotgun and fires it.
All the lights go out.
INT. CONTROL ROOM, MURDERLAND
Over half the monitors go out. The grid of the entire
Murderland has over half go out.
JOHNNY:
What the ... ?
ZACH:
What happened ?
JOHNNY:
The power went out in half the park.
ZACH:
How can this happen ?
JOHNNY:
I don't know. I think that a power grid
just needs reset. Don't get your
panties in a bunch. I'll go down and
reset it.
ZACH:
Go in there ? What if Bruce finds you ?
JOHNNY:
Yeah, right. He's stuck all the way
over here
Johnny points on the map of the park on a monitor.
JOHNNY:
He'll never make it to the main power
grid. Those two are way over here...
(points to another area)
I'll be over here trying to get the
power back up. It'll only take a few
minutes.
Johnny gets a flashlight and a pistol.
INT. MINI CAR RACE TRACK, MURDERLAND - NIGHT
Matthew is sitting in his miniature bumper car in the
dark. None of the other cars are moving and only the
emergency lights are on.
MATTHEW:
Hey ! Hey ! What happened ?
He throws his helmut on the floor. Nothing happens.
MATTHEW:
No guts no glory. Of course without any
guts, I'd have a hard time keeping my
food down.
He reaches out and touches the floor real fast. He
flinches. Nothing happens.
MATTHEW:
Electrocuted my ass !
He starts to walk around the race track.
INT. HALLWAY, MURDERLAND - NIGHT
Bruce and Saundra are running through the now powerless
hall in the dark.
SAUNDRA:
Do you know where you're going ?
BRUCE:
Yes.
We hear a thud.
SAUNDRA:
What was that ?
BRUCE:
(painfully)
Girder, watch your head.
We hear a door open. Then a flashlight illuminates the
hall.
BRUCE (CONT'D)
Here, we can take this service tunnel
straight to the end. No one knows about
this but me. It'll lead you out to
Central Park, and I'll take care of my
#2.
They go into the long service tunnel. It's about 100
feet ahead and looks like just a brick tunnel where
workmen would walk.
INT. RACETRACK, MURDERLAND - NIGHT
Matthew gets over to the wall where a barely visible
door is. With the partition, he never would have been
able to make it to this part if the floor was still
electrifying.
Matthew boldly opens the door and peeks in. The door
slams right back at him. He jumps in a panic.
There is a hallway with emergency lights on.
MATTHEW:
Well now Mr. Helper, I like the look of
this.
He goes in. There are two tunnels. He takes the one on
the right.
INT. OLD WEST TOWN SHERIFF'S OFFICE, MURDERLAND - NIGHT
From the ceiling, a hatch opens, Johnny looks around.
The power is barely on. Only the emergency lights are
on. He climbs down.
This is an all wooden simulated Sheriff's office circa
1865.
Johnny sees something out the window (he's on the second
floor).
INT. OLD WEST TOWN STREET, MURDERLAND - NIGHT
Matthew walks into the enormous room that appears to be
a small section of an Old West Town. There is a Saloon,
a General Store, a Stable, and at the far end to his
right is the Sheriff's Station.
The lights are coming from the light fixtures in the
ceiling. This area still has full power. The ceiling is
about sixty feet up and simulates high noon. There is
even a wind machine blowing dust and tumble weeds back
and forth across the street.
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