The Monster Squad Page #8

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YOUNGER GUARD:

You call it in?

OLDER GUARD:

No.

The younger man reaches for the console's mic, but his

partner blocks his hand.

50.

OLDER GUARD:

I like to roll up slow and keep the

lights off, then catch 'em in the

act. As time grinds on, you'll

start to appreciate the little

things on this beat… like catching

a cheerleader giving her boyfriend

a blowj*b in the bushes.

YOUNGER GUARD:

Fine. But we're calling it in after

the fact.

OLDER GUARD:

(Sarcastically)

Oh, yes sir.

The car idles forward, crawling up the long driveway to the

asylum. As it crawls past, we see LIAM struggling up the

nearby hillside; he waves his arms frantically at the

cruiser, but it's too far away to notice.

LIAM:

HEY! WAIT!

The tail lights shrink, as Cross limps and fights through the

underbrush. Reaching the shoulder of the road, he glances

down the winding driveway, and then up in the direction of

the asylum itself.

LIAM:

Sh*t.

Decision made, he doubles his pace and jogs through the

cruiser's dust trail, continuing up the long driveway.

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INT. THE CHERRYMOUNT ASYLUM

Kaziglu digs his fingers into the mummy's jaws, papery skin

flaking away as he pries its mouth open.

51.

RUEGER:

I already went over the corpse with

a fine-toothed comb. Pockets,

teeth, boots. Whatever it is that

you're looking for, he didn't die

with it on him.

KAZIGLU:

I wouldn't have thought so. Colton

was a particularly cautious fellow,

survived by his instincts.

RUEGER:

So why bother with the body at all?

KAZIGLU:

Because there's a few questions I

need to ask him.

Kaziglu begins to roll up a sleeve, but stops and glances

towards the empty door of the examination room.

KAZIGLU:

Greet our guests, Charles.

Rueger's eyes zigzag from the vampire to the direction of his

dark gaze. A pair of flashlight beams trace the walls,

jerking about until the two rent-a-cops appear. Pistols in

one hand, mag-lights in the other.

OLDER GUARD:

Aw, dammit. Alright, ladies. This

is private property, and… what the

hell is that?

RUEGER:

You shouldn't be here.

YOUNGER GUARD:

I think it's that… petrified thing

that got snaked from the heritage

museum.

52.

OLDER GUARD:

Great. Alright, then. You two mummy-

f***ers step on back, give the dead

guy some room. We're going to take

this slow.

RUEGER:

Listen to me. You need to leave.

You shouldn't be here.

EXT. CHERRYMOUNT ASYLUM GROUNDS

Outside, Liam sprints past the parked cruiser, its radio

crackling along inside. He continues around the building's

perimeter, a collapsed wall and various detritus creating

enough of a slope to climb up to the lit window.

INT. THE OPERATING ROOM

Rueger advances on the guards as Kaziglu looks on amusedly.

The rent-a-cops raise their guns, tensing into firing

positions.

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OLDER GUARD:

Buddy, this is not a soft option.

Get on the floor.

RUEGER:

I'm telling you…

OLDER GUARD:

And I'm telling you. Floor. NOW.

RUEGER:

… turn around, get in your car…

YOUNG GUARD:

Sir. Stop. Get on the floor.

Liam's face has appeared at the window, sectioned by the

steel grating over it. He raises a hand to bang on the metal,

but stops at the scene inside.

53.

OLDER GUARD:

Let me handle this!

RUEGER:

… forget you were here…

YOUNG GUARD Last warning, sir.

OLDER GUARD:

I said, let me…

RUEGER:

GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE!

BANG. Rueger's sudden movements spook the younger cop, who

squeezes off a single round. The shot is a point-blank one;

the body hits the ground and lays flat, limbs akimbo.

Liam's mouth is as wide as his eyes. His breath stops.

OLDER GUARD:

H… h… holy sh*t, Larson.

YOUNGER GUARD:

I told… I… I told…

Wearily, Kaziglu begins to move around the end of the

examination table. The guards, still jolted, raise their guns

again.

OLDER GUARD:

Okay. Okay, let's just all calm

down. Stand right there. Please.

KAZIGLU:

You know, the endlessly self-

destructive nature of mankind once

troubled me. I was fouled by its

lack of logic, its cannibalistic

contradiction.

54.

I couldn't bring myself to grasp

the nuances of a species who are

both cattle and wolf.

KAZIGLU(cont'd)

OLDER GUARD:

Okay pal, we're all a little

shaken, but…

KAZIGLU:

But over time, I came to realize

that it was a blessing. It makes

things much easier.

Kaziglu's eyes close, and then open, now FULLY BLACK. The

sentries don't know what the hell to make of it. As the

vampire speaks, his voice has taken on a bandsaw edge, raspy

and ethereal.

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KAZIGLU:

If you're so determined to be

destroyers…

Jerking about a bit, the cops' guns begin to change

direction. Easing away from their dead aim on Kaziglu,

veering towards one another.

YOUNGER GUARD:

Ken…

OLDER GUARD:

I can't…

The pair are now squared up, pistols pointed at each other's

faces.

KAZIGLU:

So destroy.

YOUNGER GUARD:

KEN!

The older guard, Ken, screams in frustration as both men pull

their triggers.

55.

Outside the window, Liam has taken to biting into the edge of

his hand to stifle any sounds; a single drop of blood stirs

down his wrist. He's bitten through his own skin.

The bodies of the two sentries collapse; Larson landing face-

down, Ken slumping against the wall and skidding downward.

Kaziglu pauses and sniffs the air, hound-like. His eyes slide

towards the window, and with a with a knife-edged HISS, he

lunges forward. Bey's mouth widens to bare two rows of JAGGED

CANINE FANGS, and his outstretched hands SLAM against the

grating. It doesn't budge. Liam howls and wrenches himself

backwards, stumbling clumsily down the slope and into a

frantic run.

Inside, the vampire moves smoothly back to the examination

table. He kicks at Rueger's body in passing; jolted, it

promptly comes to life, dragging in an ungodly groan of a

breath. Charles rolls over, crumpled on all fours. When he

lifts his head, we can see that there's NO EVIDENCE of the

bullet wound; his face is intact, save for his shattered

glasses.

KAZIGLU:

Enough games, Rueger. We have

another intruder.

Rueger struggles to his feet.

RUEGER:

I'll… I'll go get…

KAZIGLU:

No. Humanity's benefited from your

brand of compassion enough for one

night. Clean this mess up.

Rueger staggers from the room, as Kaziglu returns his

attentions to Colton Darrow. Fluidly, the vampire prince

slices open his bared forearm with one of his clawlike

fingernails. The resulting blood is thick and black, oozing

like tar from his brown flesh into the mummy's parted lips.

56.

KAZIGLU:

Alright, old friend. I've one last

dance for you. Just a little more

of what you once excelled at.

Kaziglu flicks his wrist, anointing the corpse with a spatter

of blood.

KAZIGLU:

Get up.

The petrified corpse sits up abruptly, letting out a dusty

shriek.

EXT. CHERRYMOUNT ASYLUM GROUNDS

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