The Boxtrolls Page #12
SNATCHER:
Looks like the Boxtrolls have a new
victim, miss. And her name is YOU.
Gristle remembers Eggs. He swings his bat over his head and
brings it down but Eggs leaps, grabs the rope from Pickles’
missed shot, and SWINGS LIKE TARZAN towards the door that
Winnie opened.
Trout panics as he sees Eggs swinging towards him. He holds
Winnie up to protect his face. Eggs barrels into Trout’s
belly, knocking him backward and getting him wedged in the
door.
(1300 WCH) WASTELAND CHASE
EXT. SNATCHER’S FACTORY - DAY
Eggs and Winnie tumble outside the factory and roll to a stop
in a cloud of dust.
SNATCHER:
They’re getting away Mr. Gristle!
WINNIE:
(panicked)
What have you dragged me into?
Fish calls to them from a manhole.
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FISH:
Eggs! Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!
EGGS:
RUN!
Eggs and Winnie run.
EXT. INDUSTRIAL WASTELAND
Still running Eggs and Winnie suddenly hear a loud CRASH!
Behind them Gristle comes crashing through a high window
swinging on a chain.
MR. GRISTLE
I’m swinging on a chain!
EGGS/WINNIE
AHHH!
Eggs and Winnie slide into the manhole that Fish holds open.
They make it in and slam it shut just in time for Mr. Gristle
to face plant on top of it.
MR. GRISTLE
Stuck on a manhole!
Trout finally pops out of the factory doorway. He and Mr.
Pickles come running up to the motionless Mr. Gristle,
standing over him.
MR. TROUT
Oww...
MR. PICKLES
Don’t make no sense. That’s evil
prevailing over good.
Snatcher arrives.
SNATCHER:
(to Trout)
If Lord Portley-Rind finds out that
boy is alive, it will ruin
everything I’ve worked for!
MR. TROUT
You mean, we worked for?
Snatcher glares at Mr. Trout, silent.
63.
MR. PICKLES
I think we’re all saying the same
thing here.
MR. TROUT
I don’t think we are.
SNATCHER:
(annoyed)
Bah...
Snatcher walks away, frustrated.
MR. PICKLES
But, just in different ways.
(1400 FMR) FAMILY REUNION
INT BOXTROLL CAVERN - ENTRANCE CHUTES - MOMENTS LATER
Winnie screams as she flies down the chutes, into the cavern,
down the conveyor belt, and crashes into the boxtroll
sleeping pile.
Winnie lays amongst the scattered boxes. She pushes herself
upright, coughing. Boxtrolls poke their heads out all around
her and stare.
WINNIE:
(gasp) Ohh!
Winnie gets as far away from the boxtrolls as she can,
bumping into Knickers as she shuffles backwards.
WINNIE (CONT’D)
STAY AWAY FROM ME! Someone, help!!!
Wealthy girl in danger!
She pushes herself against a wall. The boxtrolls gather,
curious. Winnie spots Shoe nearby, with worms and bugs
dangling from his mouth. She hides behind a cabbage,
whimpering.
WINNIE (CONT’D)
If you’re going to eat me just get
it over with. I’m sure I’m
delicious.
Suddenly there is the sound of happy boxtrolls gurgling and
drumming their boxes.
64.
Winnie peeks out. The boxtrolls are surrounding Eggs and Fish
and celebrating their return. No one is paying any attention
to her.
WINNIE (CONT’D)
Hmm?
FISH:
(GURGLING EXCITED HELLOS)
EGGS:
It’s not just us. All the others
are alive too!
EGGS (CONT’D)
We saw them!
WINNIE:
(behind the crowd)
What’s going on?!
EGGS:
(ignoring her)
Oil Can, Wheels, all of them!
SPECS:
(GURGLES)
EGGS:
Yes!
CLOCKS:
(gurgled)
Where are they?
EGGS:
I don’t know, but The Redhats have
them building something in their
factory.
WINNIE:
(shouting)
I said what’s going on? Why aren’t
they ripping out our eyeballs and
eating our faces?
The boxtrolls wince at the sound of Winnie’s screaming voice
and some of them drop into their boxes. Eggs turns to look at
her.
WINNIE (CONT’D)
And where are the rivers of blood
and mountains of bones?! I WAS
65.
The rest of the boxtrolls squeak in fear and drop into their
boxes. Eggs looks pointedly at the boxtrolls, then back at
Winnie.
EGGS:
I TOLD you, we don’t eat people!
WINNIE:
Why do you keep saying “we”? You’re
not one of them! You’re a boy!
EGGS:
(incredulous)
No I’m not, I’m a boxtroll! Eggs
the boxtroll.
He points to his box like it’s the most obvious thing in the
world.
WINNIE:
Oh really? Then let’s see you fit
in your box.
EGGS:
I... I can’t right now.
WINNIE:
Mm hmm.
EGGS:
(defensively}
I’m long-boned.
The surrounding boxtrolls gurgle in agreement with Eggs. But
as his argument with Winnie gets louder the boxtrolls shrink
away from the two humans.
WINNIE:
You don’t talk like them!
EGGS:
I- I have a speech impediment!
WINNIE:
Your ears aren’t pointy!
EGGS:
(tugging on his ears)
I slept on them funny!
Winnie is getting exasperated.
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WINNIE:
Oh for goodness sake. Give me your
hand!
Winnie lunges forward and grabs Eggs’ hand, but he resists.
WINNIE (CONT’D)
(wryly)
I don’t bite.
Eggs stops resisting and she quickly unwraps the rags from
his hand.
EGGS:
Hey!
Winnie takes Fish’s hand and holds it up next to Eggs hand.
WINNIE:
See? You’re not like them.
She drops Fish’s hand and holds up her own. She presses her
hand to his hand, five fingers to five fingers.
WINNIE (CONT’D)
You’re one of us. You’re a boy,
Eggs. Or should I call you the
Trubshaw baby?
A beat. Eggs pulls his hand away and stares at it, his face
confused.
Then he looks at Fish, who is looking at his own hand in
bemusement.
EGGS:
It’s not true is it Fish? I’m a
boxtroll like you, aren’t I?
Fish shakes his head, “No”. Eggs looks dumbstruck.
WINNIE:
See?! I was right!
(to Fish)
Now admit it, admit you stole him!
FISH:
Gurglegurglegurgle!
WINNIE:
(to Eggs)
Is he confessing?
67.
EGGS:
He says I was... given to him.
WINNIE:
Ha, right again! I- ...wait, what?
Winnie and Eggs are both flabbergasted.
EGGS:
I was given to you?
Fish nods his head. Yup.
Eggs’ legs give way beneath him. He stumbles back and sits
down on the floor.
EGGS (CONT’D)
Who gave me to you?
Fish starts gurgling and keeps gurgling, his face suggesting
that he’s conveying something from long-long ago...
FISH:
[GURGLE GURGLE]
Winnie stands by Eggs, watching Fish curiously.
WINNIE:
What’s he saying?
EGGS:
Oh, sorry. He says a long time ago
there was a kind man--
DISSOLVE TO:
(1500 TBB) TRUBSHAW BABY
INT. TRUBSHAW KITCHEN (FLASHBACK) - NIGHT
Fish and Shoe stand beside a rubbish bin, tinkering with a
WHIRLIGIG CONTRAPTION.
EGGS (V.O.)
-- The one man in town who saw they
weren’t monsters...
SFX:
A baby GIGGLES.Fish and Shoe startle and hide in their boxes. The whirligig
clatters to the ground.
68.
EGGS (V.O.)
... But builders... like him.
POV FISH:
Herbert Trubshaw stands at an open window to hissecond-floor workshop, holding a BABY in his arms. Instead of
chasing them away he SMILES at them.
Fish and Shoe slowly lift their heads out of their boxes,
returning the smile.
DISSOLVE TO:
ANOTHER NIGHT:
Herbert, baby Eggs, and Fish sit on the back
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