The Monster Squad Page #5

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LIAM:

Mom?

The young girl doesn't look up from her magazine. This is

LIZEY CROSS, ten years old, Liam's sister.

LIAM:

Chud, Lizey. Lizey, Chud.

LIZEY:

Your name sounds like a dog taking

a crap.

.

CHUD:

Your face looks like a dog already

did.

Liam gives Chud a strange look; the kind that suggests a 9thgrade

shouldn't be insulting kids. Chud shrugs.

LIAM:

Lizey's cool. Except for the fact

that she's a horror movie fiend

too, which means...

Liam steps to the couch, lunges down, and SNATCHES the copy

of Fangoria from where Lizey hid it.

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LIAM:

... she's always snaking my stuff.

How many times have I told you?! If

you're gonna read them, READ THEM

IN MY ROOM.

LIZEY:

There's spiders out there!

Liam rolls the magazine up, and starts out of the room.

LIAM:

When mom catches you, she blames

me.

LIZEY:

Because I'm sweet.

LIAM:

Because you're a little viper. Keep

it up, we're both gonna wind up

without ANY.

OSV:

Any what?

Liam quickly hides the magazine behind his back as his MOTHER

enters the living room.

LIZE + LIAM

Hi mom.

MRS. CROSS

Uh-hunh.

LIZEY:

This is Chud!

MRS. CROSS

(pleasantly)

Hi, Chud. (to Liam) You

hanging out tonight?

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LIAM:

For a bit. We'll be out back.

MRS. CROSS

I'll make extra rigatoni... Lizey,

can you show "Chud" where Liam's

room is? I need to borrow your

brother for a second.

Lizey springs up, bounding down the hallway. Chud follows.

MRS. CROSS

Okay. We'll pretend that you don't

have that magazine behind your

back, and move straight to the part

where I ask you about Mrs. Gilman.

LIAM:

She got pissed off about my

drawings... again.

MRS. CROSS

Liam...

LIAM:

She says to draw what you want,

then you do, and...

MRS. CROSS

Liam, I know. I'm not saying you

need to change who you are, or do

what's going to make HER happy,

but...

LIAM:

Censor myself.

MRS. CROSS

Just... a tiny, teeny, itty-bitty

bit. In school. Outside of that,

draw whatever you want.

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As long as it doesn't involve me

getting my head eaten off. Please?

MRS. CROSS(cont'd)

LIAM:

I'll try.

MRS. CROSS

Good enough. Len's coming home in

about twenty, go have fun with your

friend. "Chud?"

LIAM:

His name's Davey.

MRS. CROSS

I can see why he prefers Chud. I'll

have Lizey bring some food out.

Liam nods, his smile thin. He heads towards the back of the

house, as Mrs. Cross watches him go.

MRS. CROSS

"Davey?" "Davey."

CUT TO:

EXT. CHERRYMOUNT ASYLUM - DUSK

On the fringes of Seatonville: the silhouette of a derelict

sanitarium, surrounded by a good square mile of dilapidated

weeds and overgrowth.

INT. CHERRYMOUNT ASYLUM

Rueger struggles to push the crate along on a small mover's

dolly, the sterile corridor filled with trash, and the walls

stained by fetid water. He pushes it upright, wipes the sweat

from his forehead, and continues down the hallway, his way

lit by work lights.

Rueger continues down another hallway, its length lined with

sealed CELL doors.

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Pausing before one, he raises his light and peers through the

cracked glass of the observation window: inside is the wide,

empty stare of KAZIGLU's face, his bloodstained mouth agape.

Rueger glances down to his watch, and returns to his work.

CUT TO:

EXT. THE CROSS HOUSE - DUSK

Liam walks across a neglected lawn, the yard offering a

magnificent view of the steel-grey waters of the bay. He

takes it in briefly before continuing on, to the low, ivy-

draped shape of an old BOMB SHELTER: his converted room,

affectionately known as "THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE."

INT. THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE

The door pushes inward to the sounds of an argument. Lizey

and Chud, standing inside what's clearly a shrine to the last

seventy years in horror cinema: posters plastered thick

against the walls, action figures meticulously arranged on

shelves, an entire book case of VHS and DVDs. A computer desk

and a bed round out the decor, the latter of which Chud SITS

on as he looks to Liam.

CHUD:

Your sister is a psycho.

LIZEY:

I am not! HE was trying to play

with your Dr. Phibes action figure!

CHUD:

She's a liar... AND it's the

Phantom of the Opera, stupid.

LIAM:

I don't-

LIZEY:

If I can't play with them, HE can't

play with them, Liam!

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LIAM:

Lizey-

CHUD:

Action figures are not for PLAYING

WITH. They're for APPRECIATING.

LIZEY:

You're stupid.

LIAM:

Keep it DOWN. The neighbors b*tch.

CHUD:

Dude, how are they going to hear

anything? It's a bomb shelter.

(Pause) I think.

Liam kicks his shoes off, shaking his head.

LIAM:

It's a… whoever owned the property

during World War Two apparently

thought the Japanese were going to

invade, so they built this… thing.

Bunker, pillbox, whatever.

.

LIZEY:

I get it when Liam goes to college!

Or gets sent to military school.

CHUD:

Aren't you supposed to be going

inside now? The adults are trying

to talk.

LIZEY:

You're like four years older than

me, d*ckhead!

A sudden series of knocks rattle the Slaughterhouse's door.

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LIAM:

Sh*t. Len.

Lizey ducks down at the foot of the bed, covering herself

with the hanging comforter. Chud looks to her, slowly. Then

to Liam. Obviously confused.

CHUD:

Who?

Liam twists the door handle: standing outside is DEACON, his

hood up, an old canvas-style army bag slung over his hip.

DEACON:

Colder than Frosty's cock out here.

LIAM:

No. How did you… why?

DEACON:

Internet Yellow Pages. Your mom

said you'd be out here, so… kaboom.

LIAM:

You talked to my MOM?

Lizey emerges from her hiding place, pulling up alongside

Liam. He tries to push her back with his hip.

LIZEY:

Hi. I'm Lizey.

DEACON:

Cool. I'm Deacon. Pound.

LIAM:

No, no, NO…

Deacon pushes past Liam, offering his fist. Lizey gives it a

solid wallop with her own hand.

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DEACON:

How thick are the walls in this

thing?

CHUD:

Man, who invited you?

DEACON:

I'm just honoring our gentleman's

agreement from earlier today,

Pudski…

CHUD:

CHUD.

DEACON:

… CHUD. But if I'm unwelcome, then

I can most certainly adjourn…

aaaand take my wares with me.

LIAM:

"Wares?" Are you serious?

DEACON:

Like a case of black pox. Brought a

big ol' sack of por…

Deacon pats his canvas bag appreciatively, trailing off as

his glances down to Lizey's grinning face.

DEACON:

… Por. P-O-R. Pay on Return, for

the… stuff.

LIAM:

You need to GO. Okay, Lizey…

Another series of knocks at the door. Sharp and quick. Liam

groans. Lizey scurries past Deacon and Chud, resuming her

hiding place. Liam gestures sharply for quiet, and opens the

door, revealing… D'JUAN.

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D'JUAN

'Sup? Deacon texted me, said he was

gonna be over here.

CHUD:

Oh, this is getting better all the

time.

Deacon looks over his shoulder from where he's standing: in

front of Liam's action figures, with a small toy of some 50's

b-horror creature in his hand.

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