The Crazies Page #14

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DAVID:

Can we borrow the keys?

They stop ten feet away. The old shriner holds out his hand,

palm downturned, as if to offer David something. A beat then

-FSSHHTUNK - a ping pong ball flies up into it.

OLD BINGO SHRINER

(over PA system)

I-29...

Judy spots someone in the shadows. There, sitting among the

empty tables on the other side of the room -A MORBIDLY

OBESE MAN IN SUSPENDERS LEANED INTENTLY OVER HIS BINGO CARD.

She walks over to him, David and Becca close behind.

JUDY:

Excuse me, is that your -

She recoils in horror. The fat man is two days dead. Throat

slit. Jaw gaping at his blood-caked Bingo card.

They all stand there for a moment processing the image. A

five-hundred pound corpse with a Bingo card. Rolls of

decomposing fat overhanging the chair he’s sitting in. Owner

of the Coupe De Ville? Judy steps closer.

Holding her breath at the stench, reminding herself she’s a

doctor, she slips her hand into the dead man’s shirt pocket.

Empty. Right pant pocket. Empty. Left side. Empty. She

can’t reach the back ones. He’s sitting on them.

JUDY:

Help me lift him.

Startled looks of ‘who us?’ from David and Becca. A look in

reply from Judy, ‘yes, you two’. They come over and take

hold.

JUDY:

On three. One... Two... Three!

As they wrestle with the man’s decomposing bulk, the dead

weight shifts unexpectedly, slipping

DAVID:

Sh*t, get back!

The massive corpse goes CRASHING to the floor, the BELLY

SPLITTING OPEN on one side unleashing a torrent of blood and

innards and liquefied fat. Judy stands in that mess,

repulsed. Holds up her hand.

70.

CAR KEYS.

EXT. BINGO HALL - DAY

They exit to find RUSSELL sitting on the bumper of the Coupe

De Ville. Pissed off, pouring sweat, M-16 across his lap.

RUSSELL:

Guys trying to ditch me?

DAVID:

Russ, I called to ya, you kept

walking. We were gonna pick you up

down the road.

Russell says nothing, dubious. David puts the keys in the

ignition. Says a little prayer and gives it a try. The

engine turns over twice and STARTS.

EXT. HIGHWAY 50 - DAY

Empty highway. The Coupe De Ville comes into view at a

cautious thirty miles an hour.

INT. COUPE DE VILLE - DAY

David drives, scanning the horizon for danger. Judy doing

the same from the passenger seat. Russell sits bare-chested

in the back seat with Becca. Whispers to her, paranoid:

RUSSELL:

He called to me back there?

BECCA DARLING:

Twice.

RUSSELL:

Loud enough to hear?

Becca nods yeah.

RUSSELL:

Then why didn’t I hear him?

Judy shushes everybody.

JUDY:

Listen!

They all go silent. And now we hear it, the sound of an

oncoming

APACHE:

71.

Oh sh*t. They’re sitting ducks out here. David punches the

gas, spins the tires - SCREEEECH!! A burst of acceleration

followed by a sudden stop as he pulls the car off the road

EXT. CAR WASH - CONTINUOUS

-into the wash bay of an automated car wash.

INT. COUPE DE VILLE - CONTINUOUS

David kills the engine, everybody pitching their ears to the

fast-approaching ROAR overheard

VROOOM! - the Apache comes screaming down the highway.

Follows the road to its vanishing point. Gone. But the

threat remains.

JUDY:

We can’t stay on the highway.

DAVID:

(forced patience)

What would you recommend, dear?

JUDY:

You said something about the

powerline road.

DAVID:

We’re five miles the other way now.

Becca, in the back, looks out the window and GASPS. A

HIDEOUS HALF-DEAD FACE watching them from the car wash lobby.

BECCA DARLING:

There’s somebody in there.

DAVID:

What? Where?

BECCA DARLING:

(pointing)

I saw someone.

They all stare at the lobby. There’s nobody there.

JUDY:

Let’s go.

David reaches for the ignition, but before his hand gets

there

THE CAR WASH ROARS TO LIFE!

72.

The tracks engage the front tires, yanking the car forward

into the machine.

RUSSELL:

Holy f***!

BECCA DARLING:

What’s happening?!

DAVID:

Somebody turned it on!

An overhead spray nozzle sprays its residual water and then,

SPUTTERING DRY, pukes PINK LIQUID SOAP all over the

windshield, blinding them.

JUDY:

DAVID, GET US OUT OF HERE!!

He starts the engine, punches the gas, but the tires, covered

in pink slime, JUST SPIN in the tracks. They’ll have to ride

it out.

DAVID:

Goddammit!

A HIDEOUS TWITCHING FACE

Judy catches a glimpse of it through the swirling machinery.

JUDY:

Over there!!

David and Russell spin to look, but their view is obstructed

as

BIG SPINNING BRUSHES

swing into frame, whipping at the windows and body panels,

flinging the pink soap off in gooey tendrils. And now Becca

sees out the back

ANOTHER SINISTER FACE

She loses it. David whips his head around to see, but the

brush comes spinning down off the roof and across the back

window, blinding him.

Heightened terror. All the windows covered in soap. The

DEAFENING HUM of the MACHINERY. Becca, hysterical, crouching

on the floor

BECCA DARLING:

I don’t wanna die like this!

73.

A DARK SHAPE zips past Russell’s window. He freaks. Rolls

it down and GOES FULLY AUTOMATIC WITH THE M-16, spraying

bullets everywhere. David and the others cover their ears,

the DEAFENING GUNFIRE only adding to the terror.

DAVID:

RUSSELL!!!

Crazed, Russell keeps firing, empties the clip. Tosses the

spent weapon out the window. Rolls it up again. Turning to

tell David:

RUSSELL:

I saw movement!

DAVID:

EVERYTHING’S F***ING MOVING!!

A momentary calm as the BRUSHES RETRACT. And then -

WHAM! - The SWAYING CHAMOIS DRYERS hit the windshield, making

everybody jump. David fires a reflexive shot through the

windshield, then steadies himself.

The LONG TENTACLES OF FABRIC engulf the car, shimmying across

the windows like living creatures. It’s creepy. God knows

what they conceal. David tries the gas again -

WHIRRRRRRRR. We hear the tires spinning. David keeps them

going, inching the car forward by that small coefficient of

friction.

DAVID:

Come on, come on, come on...

Suddenly, as they clear the tentacles -

CRASH!

The driver’s side window EXPLODES behind David’s head,

spraying the interior with glass fragments. Almost

simultaneously the rear window EXPLODES, a cinder block

landing in the back seat.

A LUNATIC FACE flies in at David through his shattered

window, teeth bared like a rabid dog. David deflects the

bite to the steering wheel where it takes a chunk out of the

rubber, exposing the steel below.

David counters with a vicious elbow that crushes the

lunatic’s nose and sends him reeling backwards against the

wall. Another LUNATIC walks up onto the hood of the car,

holding a cinder block above his head that is destined for

the windshield. Judy screams, shielding her face.

74.

JUDY:

DAVID!!

CRASH! The windshield shatters. The car roof caves in as a

THIRD LUNATIC jumps on top and trampolines. And now the

first lunatic is back at the window, a human pit bull, David

barely holding him off by the throat as he starts the engine

with his other hand.

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