ParaNorman Page #12

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87 EXT. SUBURBAN INTERSECTION - CONTINUOUS 87

Preceded by an ear-splittingly guttural WAIL, MrsHenscher runs through the streets, waving her arms abouthysterically.

Moments later, the Babcocks’ station wagon pulls around

the corner.

88 EXT. SUBURBAN INTERSECTION - CONTINUOUS 88

Mitch’s van SCREECHES through the intersection, swerving

in front of the Babcock’s station wagon, which veers

wildly as Perry brakes hard.

He leaps out of the car as the van drives away.

PERRY BABCOCK:

Delinquent drivers! Where are thepolice when you need them?

Hooper’s bike hurtles through the air and bounces off the

hood of the station wagon with a CRUNCH. Before Perry canreact he is buried under the mass of Sheriff Hooper,

dropping like a meteorite onto his head.

89 INT. MITCH’S VAN - CONTINUOUS 89

The kids, hanging on for dear life, hear a loud CRUNCHfrom the back of the van.

They all turn to see the van’s rear doors ripped open.

Silhouetted in the space is the one-armed Dead Judge,

cape muddied and torn from his crawling back out from thevehicle’s undercarriage.

The zombie lunges toward the startled kids, and MOANS.

Mitch turns his attention back to the road ahead, but toolate, and he YELLS as green-faced Mrs Henscher runsSQUEALING into the van’s headlights.

Mitch throws all his weight onto the wheel, tiresSCREAMING as the van misses Henscher by inches. Theviolence of the turn flings the Dead Judge backwards likea slingshot, disappearing out of the doors and shatteringinto a dozen pieces as he SMASHES into the hard road.

90 EXT. SUBURBAN BACK YARDS - CONTINUOUS 90

Having completely lost control, Mitch’s van ploughs

through cookie-cutter back yards.

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It bounces down the hill, flipping over and over, the

kids inside tossed around like rag dolls.

Somewhat the worse for wear, it eventually comes to a

stop in a parking lot, neatly crashing into an empty

space.

91 EXT. PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS 91

The kids clamber out of the far side of the van.

MITCH:

Oh my gosh! I’m gonna be sick!

COURTNEY:

Oh, I broke a nail!

As Alvin climbs out, he gingerly holds up the Judge’s

arm, as if it were a dead animal, and dangles it limply

in front of his face.

ALVIN:

Yeah! Alvin the zombie slayer! I

got you...

The hand suddenly bends back on itself, slaps him on the

face, and as he SQUEALS it drops to the ground and

skitters away into the shadows.

Mitch sizes up what’s left of his van, and bids a tearful

farewell.

MITCH:

(whispers)

Baby, I’m so sorry. You’ll be

alright. We’re gonna get through

this together.

Courtney pouts moodily when she realizes the tender words

aren’t for her.

Norman looks up at the sky. A thick bank of cloud looms

over the town, and in its center is the unmistakable

otherworldly face, ebbing in and out of visibility, and

grinning horribly.

NORMAN:

Uh oh. C’mon!

NEIL:

Oh yeah!

Neil HUMS his very own action movie score as he runs to

follow Norman out of the parking lot.

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COURTNEY:

Perfect. Now the geeks are in

charge.

The kids make toward the parking lot exit.

93 EXT. MAIN STREET ALLEYWAY - SOME TIME LATER 93

The town center retains even less charm when the sun goes

down, and its remaining denizens are now drunk, high or

looking for trouble. Provided one requires alcohol, junk

food or pharmaceuticals, it’s the place to be.

A ruddy-faced drunk, SLOB GUY, inserts a few coins in a

vending machine at the end of an alley, and waits as the

metal coil inside curls a candy bar toward the front of

the machine. The man notices the approaching figures

further down the back street and frowns.

He turns back to the machine, waiting. The zombies draw

closer, GROANING, and the man fidgets uncomfortably.

The man begins WHIMPERING. The candy bar slowly shifts

forward. The zombies are close enough to touch.

The man YELLS and runs away, leaving the candy bar to

drop to the machine’s trough with a CLANG.

A beat then, still SCREAMING, the man runs back to the

machine, grabs his candy, then runs away again.

The Undead emerge onto Main Street, and slow down as they

take in their surroundings.

VARIOUS ANGLES ON the garish town center nightlife

intercut with CLOSE-UPS of the wide-eyed zombies.

-Two teenage girls in mini-skirts walk along the curb. A

pickup truck crawls by, driven by red necks who wolf-

whistle and gesture rudely. The girls GIGGLE.

-In the nearby “GOBBLER’S” parking lot, a huge woman sits

in her vehicle cramming a burger into her mouth. As she

bites down ketchup spatters across the inside of the

windscreen like arterial spray.

-A corpse stands agog before a billboard. The poster is

for a line of “Lady Luck” lingerie and features a buxom

woman in her underwear draped over a roulette wheel. The

tagline is “FANCY YOUR CHANCES?” The corpse’s one eye

pops out of its socket and dangles by its optic nerve.

-Outside the Bar Gento, LOUD MUSIC and raucous revelry

blare out into the street.

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-A group of loitering teens cluster in a group, some

sitting upon a stolen shopping cart, others kicking a tin

can from one to the other. One daubs misspelled naughty

words on the wall beside them. Another is attempting to

use his bare hands to rip open a parking meter.

-Another corpse stands in the light of a store window, a

bank of TVs showing all kinds of programs. Racing car

explosions; scantily-clad singers gyrating in music

videos; talking animals and Viagra commercials.

QUICK CUTS OF ZOMBIE CLOSE-UPS as they all raise rotten

fingers to their mouths and SCREAM.

Slob Guy suddenly bursts out of the door of the Bar

Gento, dragging a group of dubious drinkers.

SLOB GUY:

See! I told you! Zombies! It’s the

witch’s curse!

Everyone in the street freezes in place, wide-eyed.

Someone GASPS.

SWEET GIRL:

Mama?

RAPPER GUY:

What?

A couple of the zombies exchange glances, waiting for the

other shoe to drop.

GUCCI LADY:

What should we do?

Barely skipping a beat, the townsfolk shift seamlessly

from shock and awe to bullish aggression.

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