1. YOUR BIG DAY
(INT. A LARGE GROCERY STORE, JUST AFTER HOURS. FLORESCENT LIGHT HUM AND LIGHT MUZAK)
SOUND: A INTERCOM CRACKLES TO LIFE, CUTTING THE MUZAK
INTERCOM
Attention all shoppers. Ferarro's Family Foods is now closed for the night. We'll reopen at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning. Please exit with your purchases through the main doors. Thank you and goodnight.
SOUND: INTERCOM FUZZES OFF, MUZAK RESUMES
ALIX
You heading out, Vinchetti?
TONY Yeah. Just gonna drop the garbage on my way.
ALIX
Thanks man.
Hey, a few of us are gonna get drinks later. You should come out for once.
TONY
Nah, I'm good.
ALIX
Big plans already?
TONY
Or something.
SOUND: SEVERAL FULL GARBAGE BAGS HEFTED. SHIFTING PLASTIC. A HEAVY METAL DOOR STARTS TO OPEN. RAPID LIGHT FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.
TONY Have a good-
ALIX
Wait. Nice try buddy.
SOUND: THE DOOR SHUTS
TONY
What?
ALIX
Where's the cake?
TONY
...come on.
ALIX
You know the rules. Your day, your leftovers.
You want me to help carry it out to your car?
TONY
No, it's fine. I've got it.
SOUND: GARBAGE BAGS SET DOWN. WE RETREAT FROM ALIX
ALIX
You sure?
TONY
Mmhm. See you tomorrow.
ALIX
Hey...
TONY
(STARTING TO GET IRRITATED)
What?
ALIX
Happy birthday.
(SMASH CUT TO AN ALLEYWAY. NIGHTTIME IN A SMALL RURAL TOWN. FAINT, LOW-VOLUME TRAFFIC. TRAIN SOUNDS. VERY SLIGHT NIGHT NATURE.)
SOUND: THE HEAVY METAL DOOR SLAMS OPEN. THERE IS MUCH RUSTLING AND FUMBLING AND SOME CURSING, ETC. AS WE LISTEN TO TONY STRUGGLE TO HAUL TOO MANY THINGS.
TONY
Come on just... fucking... go through...
SOUND: DOOR SLAMS. SEVERAL TRASH BAGS ARE DROPPED IN A HEAP ON THE GRAVEL-COVERED GROUND. TONY LETS OUT A SMALL NOISE OF TRIUMPH, SOMEWHAT OUT OF BREATH.
TONY
Hah!
SOUND: THE DUMPSTER LID OPENS. BAGS ARE TOSSED IN. THE LID SLAMS SHUT AGAIN. AFTER A MOMENT, WE HEAR TONY DIG THROUGH HIS POCKET, FISH A CIGARETTE OUT OF A PACK. FLICK OF A LIGHTER. INHALE. EXHALE.
TONY
(TO HIMSELF, SELF-DEPRECATING)
Yeah... happy birthday to me.
SOUND: SOMEWHERE IN THE DISTANCE, THERE IS A NOISE OF GRAVEL MOVING AND A FIZZLING STREETLIGHT
TONY
...Alix, is that you?
SOUND: WE HEAR THE NOISE AGAIN, A LITTLE LOUDER. AND THEN SOMETHING ELSE -- A STRANGE, METALLIC NOISE, LIKE THE RUSHING OF A TRAIN CAR THROUGH A TUNNEL, STILL SOME WAYS OFF.
TONY
Hello?
What in the...
SOUND: THE NEW NOISE GETS LOUDER. LOUDER. LOUDEST. THEN-
2. CHECK IN TIME
(A FOREST. WE CAN HEAR MORE OF THE NIGHT NATURE THAT WAS FAINT IN THE PREVIOUS SCENE. LEAVES AND BRANCHES RUSTLE, FAINT INSECT SOUNDS. ThE AMBIANCE IS CUT A MOMENT LATER BY-)
SOUND: A PHONE RINGS. RINGS. RINGS.
GARRETT
Hey, leave a message.
SOUND: BEEP
JODI
(SLIGHTLY CANNED SOUNDING)
Check ins every hour, Garrett? Remember when you agreed to that two days ago? Pick up your phone.
SOUND: A LITTLE BIT OF A CLICK AS SHE HANGS UP
(ANOTHER LONG BEAT OF NATURE)
SOUND: A WOLF HOWLS
(NATURE FADES DOWN, THE STREETSCAPE FROM THE END OF SCENE ONE FADES UP, NOW A BIT LOUDER THAN BEFORE. AN OCCASSIONAL CAR PASSES.)
SOUND: A PHONE RINGS. RINGS. RINGS, BUT NOW IT'S THE SOUND OF AN OUTGOING CALL. WHERE JODI SOUNDED CANNED, NOW IT'S GARRETT.
GARRETT
Hey leave a message.
SOUND: FAST FOOTSTEPS OF SOMEONE IN BOOTS. JODI IS POWERWALKING OUT HER ANNOYANCE.
JODI
Garrett, you have until I get back to the office and turn on the satellite tracker to return this call. If you haven't checked in by then, I'm making you responsible for all the paperwork this is going to generate.
(BEAT)
Unless you're already dead.
(BEAT)
If you're not dead, I got us California rolls from the grocery store. And don't think I won't eat yours if you make me activate search and rescue protocols for no--
SOUND: A STREETLIGHT FLICKERS OVERHEAD, LOUD ENOUGH IN THE MIX TO DROWN HER OUT.
JODI
(DISRTACTED)
...for no... reason...
SOUND: FROM NEARBY, NO MORE THAN A HALF BLOCK AWAY, WE HEAR SMASHING METAL AND A SCREAM OF SURPRISE AND PAIN. IT'S TONY.
JODI
I'll call you back.
SOUND: PHONE BEEPS OFF. FOOTSTEPS START RUNNING. WE HEAR THEM MOVE FROM CONCRETE TO CRUNCHING OVER GRAVEL. CRUNCH, CRUNCH, CRUNCH-- THEN SKID TO A HALT.
TONY
(WEAK GROAN)
SOUND: AT THE OTHER END OF THE ALLEY WE HEAR OUR MONSTER FOR THE FIRST TIME. THERE IS A NOISE LIKE JAGGED METAL TEARING, DISTORTED INTO AN ALMOST ANIMAL,CHITTERING SOUND.
JODI
Step away from the body and put your hands in the air.
SOUND: A COUPLE NYLON STRAPS QUICKLY LOOSENED, A LIGHT WEAPON PULLED FREE AND COCKED.
JODI, CONT.
Do it, now.
SOUND: A COUPLE CAUTIOUS STEPS FORWARD ON GRAVEl. AT THE OTHER END OF THE ALLEY THE CHITTERING THING LETS OUT A FINAL TRAIN SCREECH LIKE WE HEAR BEFORE AND SKITTERS AWAY FROM US. IT'S LIGHT ON ITS... FEET?
JODI, CONT.
Damn it!
SOUND: JODI TAKES OFF DOWN THE ALLEY, FOOTSTEPS CRUNCHING OVER GRAVEL. THE THING IS MOVING TOO, BUT ALREADY FAR AWAY. We RUN ABOUT 10 STEPS THEN, AS CHASE CONTINUES UNDERNEATH - A BUTTON PRESSED ON A PHONE, A NUMBER DIALS AND STARTS TO RING, BEFORE CONNECTING.
GARRETT
(OVER THE PHONE)
Jodi, hey! Sorry, I was just gonna-- [call you]
JODI
There's been another attack. I'm in the laneway off Maple and Baker, behind Ferraro's, pursing a suspect.
GARRETT
Wait, you've got eyes on--
JODI
Get here now.
SOUND: THE PHONE CLICKS BACK OFF.
JODI
(BREATHING LABOURED)
...come on... keep up...
SOUND: WE LEAVE THE ALLEY FOR PAVEMENT AGAIN. WE'RE CROSSING THE STREET, HEADED FOR THE ALLEY MOUTH BEYOND. A CAR SCREECHES TO A HALT ANDLAYS ON THE HORN. THE FOOTSTEPS COME TO A STOP.
JODI
Oh!
DRIVER
(AT ALMOST THE SAME TIME) Watch where you're going!
JODI
Sorry!
SOUND: WE HEAR A COUPLE SLOW STEEPS FORWARD AS JODI PANTS.
JODI
(TO HERSELF, WINDED AND SHAKEN.)
I almost had it.
3. ITS TIME FOR THE DREAM BALLET
TONY
I don't have to tell you my hometown's weird. Point to any town with less than 10,000 people anywhere in North America and you're gonna hit weird. That's nothing special.
What Selkirk's got that those other towns don't are the mountains. The Nelson Range to the south, the Kokanees to the west, the Purcells curving around the north and east. LOok up from anywhere in town and there's nothing to see but 3,500 metres of solid rock in any direction.
Once you're here there's not a single way in or out that doesn't still have snow in July and August. Mother nature couldn't have walled us off much better if she'd tried.
So you might drive through one of those other weird little towns on the way to something better. But no one comes to Selkirk by accident.
No. You only to a place like this when you're running from something.
At first, it was your religious types. People who thought the middle of nowhere would be more welcoming than whatever part of Europe they were trying to get out of. Then in the 60s and 70s it was Americans, looking to hide from the draft. These days, it's mostly rich city people trying to get away from commutes and condos and having to see a homeless person once in a while.
At least... that's how it looked to me, most of my life.
Turns out, I could have looked a little harder.
4. HE'S ALIVE
(WE'RE BACK IN THE ALLEWAY. LIGHT TRAFFIC FROM THE STREET, GRAVEL UNDERFOOT.)
SOUND: A FEW FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
GARRETT
Jodi, over here. Did you--?
JODI
Nothing. Same as always. I didn't even get close enough for a good look.
GARRETT
Did you get anything? Height, colouring?
JODI
It might be human sized. So that means nothing. You look at the body yet?
GARRETT
No. I was -- ah -- I guess I was hoping maybe you scared it off before it could...
JODI
No, couldn't even do that.
GARRETT
You recognize this one?
JODI
I didn't look.
I didn't even think to check and see if they were still-- maybe I could have done something. But that thing was right there...
GARRETT
You had a split second to make a choice and... we know what this thing does to its victims. No one's gonna blame you.
JODI
(NO COMFORT WE DIE LIKE MEN)
Sure.
We should call the police.
GARRETT
You got your phone? Mine's at 2 per cent.
JODI
Yeah. I'll do the honours.
SOUND: A PHONE UNLOCKS, DIALING. AT THE SAME TIME SOME FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH INTO THE ALLEY, ABOUT FOUR STEPS, THEN PAUSE.
GARRETT
(SNIFFING THE AIR)
That's weird.
JODI
What?
GARRETT
Do you smell that?
JODI
The blood?
(HER CALL CONNECTS)
Hello, yes, I'm calling to report a dead body. Yes, this is Jodi. Yes, you can transfer me.
SOUND:FOOTSTEPS START UP AGAIN, JODI STARTS TO FADE OUT AT THE END OF HER LAST LINE.
GARRETT
(A SOFT SNIFF THEN, TO HIMSELF)
What is up with you, buddy?
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS COME TO A STOP AND GARRETT ATTEMPTS TO GRAPPLE TONY ONTO HIS BACK. MUCH RUSTLING AND ROCKS MOVING.
GARRETT, CONT.
Why don't we take a -- look and see if--
Hoooo man.
Jodi? Might want to get over here.
JODI
What?
TONY
(BIG DRAMATIC)
G A S P
GARRETT
He's alive.
5. "HEADQUARTERS"
SOUND: A HEAVY-ISH DOOR CREAKS OPEN.
(INT. A BAR, SLIGHTLY DIVEY. GENERIC ROCK ON THE RADIO SOMEWHERE, GLASSES CLINK, THE FLOOR IS MAYBE A BIT CREAKY.)
SOUND: TONY IS BEING DRAGGED MORE THAN WALKED THROUGH THE DOORS.
GARRETT
Hey Claire. Anyone in the back booth?
CLAIRE
Jesus, what happened to him?
JODI
He tripped.
CLAIRE
Through a window?
JODI
(VERBAL EQUIVALENT OF A SHRUG)
CLAIRE
...yeah, the back booth's open.
GARRETT
Great. We'll take three shots of whiskey when you've got a second. And, uh, do you have a towel? A wet towel?
CLAIRE
(TOO USED TO THIS)
I'll see what I can do.
SOUND: TONY IS DRAGGED ACROSS THE BAR'S RELATIVELY SMALL INTERIOR AND EASED INTO A BOOTH. A SQUEAK OF OLD VINYL.
GARRETT
Okay buddy, there you go... just bend your knees.
TONY
(GROANS)
GARRETT
Yeah, kinda like that.
(TO JODI)
So, what are we going to do--
SOUND: JODI SMACKS TONY ON THE CHEEK A COUPLE TIMES IN QUICK SUCCESSION
JODI
Hey. Wake up. Time to talk.
GARRETT
Okay, we're doing that...
TONY
...where am I?
GARRETT
The Royal. Out by the bridge.
TONY
What?
GARRETT
The manager doesn't ask a lot of questions.
TONY
Did we... did we drive here?
JODI
We weren't going to carry you.
What's your name?
TONY
To-- wait, you kidnapped me and you don't know my--
SOUND: A TRAY THUNKS DOWN TO A WOODEN TABLE TOP
CLAIRE
Three shots of whiskey and a wet towel. Wipe the blood off my seats when you're done this time.
GARRETT
You're the best, Claire.
CLAIRE
Uh huh.
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS RETREAT AS SHE LEAVES
TONY
Why did she say that about the blood--
JODI
Look down.
TONY
What the fuck.
GARRETT
Towel?
TONY
(PATTING HIS NECK AND CHEST DOWN, LOOKING FOR INJURIES AND RAPIDLY BECOMING ALARMED/CONFUSED AS HE FINDS NONE)
Whose blood is this?
GARRETT
(SOOTHINGLY)
Yours. Probably.
TONY
What the fuck.
GARRETT
Take the towel.
TONY
...yeah, thanks.
SOUND: WET... TOWEL... FOLEY...
JODI
Do you not remember your attacker?
TONY
My what?
JODI
Because if it were me and someone tore my throat open, I think I'd remember.
TONY
Hold on--
GARRETT
(AT THE SAME TIME)
Wait.
Okay, do you smell that now? Kinda blue-black, and hazy on the back note?
TONY
Okay, I don't know what's happening here, but--
JODI
Shut up.
(A COUPLE DEEP INHALES)
Oh, that's interesting.
GARRETT
Isn't it?
JODI
Did you smell anything like this on the other bodies?
TONY
Bodies?
GARRETT
No. And I don't think I'd have missed that. I mean, probably not, right?
JODI
Depends. Did you have any of those special gummies before looking them over?
GARRETT
Hey, that was one edible. I was fine to drive back to town--
TONY
HEY. LISTEN TO ME.
(BEAT OF SILENCE)
What is going on here?
GARRETT
You... might want your drink first.
SOUND: GLASSES RATTLE ON THE TABLE A LITTLE AS ONE IS PICKED UP.
TONY
Sure.
Cheers.
SOUND: BOTTOMS UP. GLASS SET BACK DOWN ON TABLE WITH SOME FORCE.
(BEAT OF SILENCE. IMAGINE JODI AND GARRETT EXCHANGING A 'NO YOU GO FIRST' LOOK)
GARRETT
So... tonight...
JODI
We found you on the ground behind the grocery store. Something had attacked you.
TONY
Something?
JODI
Do you remember a person?
TONY
I... it was dark...
JODI
What do you remember seeing? Or hearing? Any details at all.
SOUND: AS TONY SPEAKS WE ARE STILL IN THE BAR, BUT WE ONCE AGAIN HEAR THE WAIL OF THE CREATURE IN THE MIX AS WELL
TONY
(SLOWLY, THE MEMORIES ARE DEFINITELY STILL HAZY)
The lights started flickering. And... there was this noise. Like a... whistling noise, or something?
JODI
And then what?
TONY
I woke up and you guys were staring at me. And then I think I blacked out again?
SOUND: THE NOISE FADES OUT.
JODI
That's it?
TONY
Sorry.
GARRETT
Do you have any enemies who might have wanted to kill you?
TONY
Any... enemies.
JODI
Or anyone else with supernatural means.
TONY
Can we start over?
GARRETT
What about whoever cursed you? Could they have--
TONY
(THIS HITS DIFFERENT)
How do you know about that?
GARRETT
No offense dude but I don't think there's an Extra in Selkirk who can't smell it on you.
TONY
I... smell?
JODI
He's had it long enough to go nose blind. Interesting.
GARRETT
You don't need to be embarrassed. It's not like you're the only curse in town. I don't know if you've been into the bookstore on Baker Street, but, whoo.
JODI
It took me three visits to realize they didn't sell incense.
GARRETT
Seriously, most people are too polite to say anything.
TONY
You said something.
GARRETT
We're conducting an investigation. And, I'm sorry.
JODI
Is it possible the person who cursed you was involved in the attack?
TONY
I -- No.
JODI
Why not?
TONY
Too early.
GARRETT
What does that mean?
TONY
...are either of you going to drink those?
JODI
Go ahead.
SOUND: GLASS PICKED UP, DRUNK. SET DOWN.
TONY
You said other people have been attacked. How many?
JODI
There were three attacks before tonight.
TONY
No. Nuh uh. You're telling me three people got mauled by something in Selkirk and I haven't heard anything. That doesn't happen.
JODI
Actually, one victim was fae.
(LOOONG BEAT OF SILENCE)
TONY
Is this -- okay. Okay. This is a joke, right? Someone hired you. One of the guys at work, or something?
GARRETT
Jodi. I don't think he knows.
TONY
There's a back room here. Right? A bunch of guys and another cake?
JODI
Dammit, you're supposed to be keeping track of the locals.
GARRETT
He healed a severed artery! That should mean Extra.
TONY
(NOW SHOUTING TO THE ROOM AT LARGE)
Okay guys, very funny. If you're gonna sing happy birthday, you've got five minutes before I call a cab.
CLAIRE
Hey, keep it down back there!
JODI
Maybe you should have my drink too.
SOUND: A GLASS SHOVED ACROSS THE TABLE.
TONY
Sure, why not.
SOUND: ANOTHER SHOT. RUSTLING AND VINYL SQUEAKING AS TONY TRIES TO STAND UP.
TONY, CONT.
Anyway, you seem great. This was fun. But I'm gonna--
Oh.
...nope.
SOUND: A BODY HITS THE FLOOR. TONY GROANS.
GARRETT
What did you do to him?
JODI
I didn't do anything. He lost a lot of blood and drank three shots of whiskey.
GARRETT
Tony? Do you want me to help you back to your seat?
TONY
...uh huh.
SOUND: SOUND, ONCE AGAIN, OF SOMEONE BEING DEPOSITED IN A CREAKY VINYL BOOTH.
JODI
So. Monsters are real. Magic is real. Fairies are real. Does that cover it all?
GARRETT
Uh... dryads and nature spirits aren’t fae or monsters.
JODI
We’re going to confuse him if we get into taxonomy.
GARRETT
We mostly call anything sentient an Extra anyway.
TONY
(Groans)
Extra.
GARRETT
Like extramundane?
TONY
(ANOTHER GROAN)
JODI
What attacked you tonight was either an Extra or a monster. We need to figure out which.
TONY
So you guys are... cops? Extra cops?
GARRETT
Uhhhh...
JODI
Ahhhh...
GARRETT
More like... park rangers?
JODI
We keep the non-sentient monsters from rooting through the garbage cans, and the people who don't know what's really going on from seeing things that wouldn't make them happy.
TONY
(STILL MOSTLY DISBELIEVEING)
Right.
Hey, these other... Extras or whatever. That got attacked -- what happened to them?
GARRETT
Oh. Uh. They all...
JODI
They died. You're our only witness.
GARRETT
Do you want another drink?
6. THE NEXT DAY
(Dream space! The way Selkirk was Hyperreal to Me and AU, this should feel much less natural)
SOUND: WE HEAR TONY BREATHING HARD AND SCARED. FOR A FEW SECONDS WE HANG WITH ONLY THAT. NO BACKGROUND. SUDDENLY, A STREETLIGHT FLICKERS. BEST OF SILENCE, THEN ANOTHER FLICKER BUT THIS ONE SEEMS TO JUST BE CONTINUOUS, LOOPING ON ITSELF. THIS CAN GET PRETTY DISTORTED. SOMETHING SKITTERS OVER GRAVEL, ONCE IN THE WAY WE HEARD IT AT THE START OF THE CHASE SCENE, THEN MULTIPLIED, AS THOUGH THERE ARE MULTIPLE SKITTERING CREATURES AT ONCE. THEN, SWELLING UP TO A SUPER FAST CRESCENDO IS THE SHRIEKING SOUND OF THE MONSTER ITSELF.
DREAM TONY
(A SCREAM OF SURPRISE AND PAIN - THE SAME ONE JODI HEARS IN SCENE 2. ITLAYERS OVER/BLENDS INTO...)
TONY
(STARTING AWAKE)
Aaah!
(WE'RE IN A TRUCK, DRIVING DOWN A RELATIVELY SMOOTH HIGHWAY.)
GARRETT
Tony? You okay?
TONY
(TO HIMSELF)
...just... just a dream.
Just a dream.
(A LITTLE LOUDER, TO THE TRUCK AT LARGE)
I'm fine.
JODI
It's good you finally woke up. We're almost there.
TONY
Where's... there again?
GARRETT
Man, that hangover's still getting to you, huh?
TONY
Yeah. Something like that.
JODI
We're on the back side of Elephant mountain.
TONY
How long was I out?
GARRETT
Pretty much the whole drive up. Hey, do you need some water or something? You're still looking pretty pale.
TONY
I'm fine.
Can I smoke in here?
JODI
Wait until we're finished. The smell might scare them off.
TONY
Them?
SOUND: SIGNAL LIGHT TURNS ON AND DOES THAT LIL' CLICK-CLICK, CLICK-CLICK. WE TURN ON TO A DIRT OR GRAVEL ROAD.
GARRETT
Hold on. It might get bumpy for a couple of minutes.
SOUND: A COULPE OF GOOD, STRONG, BUMPY/JOLTY NOISES AS THE TRUCK GOES OVER A POTHOLE OR A LARGE ROCK.
TONY
Oh god... Remind me why we had to do this today?
JODI
Do you know why most people don't believe in magic, Tony?
TONY
Because it sounds insane?
JODI
Mm.
How old were you when your parents told you they were the ones leaving presents out for you at Christmas.
TONY
Seven. My dad had just -- No, forget that. Santa Claus? That's your argument?
JODI
It's part of the bigger message. Magic doesn't exist. Monsters don't exist. It's all fairy stories. Whatever you might imagine, whatever you might wish for, none of it is real.
Garrett, can you pull over here?
SOUND: THE CAR SLOWS TO A STOP AND THE ENGINE IS TURNED OFF. THE FRONT TWO DOORS OPEN. CRUNCH OF GRAVEL UNDERFOOT.
TONY
You did not say there would be exercise.
GARRETT
Don't worry, it's a short hike.
JODI
(ALREADY HEADING OFF)
Come on, this way.
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH GRAVEL A MOMENT LONGER, THEN WE'RE IN THE WOODS. LEAVES, FAINT BIRDSONG, AND RUNNING WATER - SOMEWHERE SLIGHTLY FAR OFF BUT DRAWING NEARER.
JODI, CONT.
When you believe in something it changes you. But the opposite is true too.
Tony, you've known that magic isn't real your whole life. All your friends and family know it. Most of the strangers you pass on the street know it.
And once you know something deep down, know it so well you don't even have to think about it -- then it's not just that magic doesn't exist. Magic can't exist. Because magic isn't real.
TONY
That's it? Just... denial?
JODI
You see what you need to see in order for the world to keep working in ways you understand. And until we fix that, you're not going to be able to help us the way we need you to. Not if we want to stop these attacks.
Now, hold still. Listen.
SOUND: THE RUNNING WATER IS GETTING LOUDER. THROUGH THE TREES WE HEAR A NEW SOUND SORT OF LIKE A HEAVY INSECT WINGBEAT, BUT SPARKLIER. THERE ARE SEVERAL OF THEM, FLITTING AROUND AHEAD OF US.
TONY
What's that sound?
GARRETT
They're in the elderberry shrubs, by the river. We're lucky it's a cold spring. Usually they aren't still eating this late in the day.
TONY
Where are you-- I don't see...
GARRETT
Right there. Just by that leaf.
SOUND: A SOFT, HIGH PITCHED TRILL OF LAUGHTER, AS ONE ZOOMS BY AS CLOSE AS WE'VE HEARD THEM.
TONY
What... what are they...?
JODI
They are magic.
GARRETT
Pixies, actually. Cool, hey?
(LONG BEAT)
TONY
Oh my God.
GARRETT
Yeah. Welcome to Selkirk, dude.
7. SOMEWHERE ELSE
(NIGHTTIME IN NATURE.)
SOUND: FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH THROUGH LEAVES. AFTER A MOMENT WE HEAR A BLEEP FROM A HANDHELD RADIO.
PRIMROSE
(THROUGH THE RADIO)
Hi, Parsley. This is Primrose for your fifteen minute check in. How's everything going out there? Over.
SOUND: A BUTTON PRESSED, ANOTHER SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT BLOOP AND A TINY LITTLE CRACKLE OF STATIC AS THE MIC TURNS ON.
PARSLEY
Mm, nothing out here except some owls.
SOUND: FIRST BLEEP AGAIN.
PRIMROSE
...Parsley. It's like you don't even come to the safety meetings.
SOUND: BUTTON. SECOND BLOOP. STATIC.
PARSLEY
Oh! Hey! You did not say 'over' either!
...over.
SOUND: BLEEP.
PRIMROSE
Parsley, you have to give me your detailed location. It's the Queen's orders. Over.
SOUND: BUTTON. BLOOP. STATIC.
PARSLEY
I am on the south side of the big red barn. I saw brown owl at the south...east?
(MUTTERING UNDER THEIR BREATH - AS THEY DO, A SOFT FUZZ OF STATIC STARTS TO RISE FROM THE RADIO)
East? Hmm. Never - eat - soggy - wafflesWEST. It was at the southwest corner.
Is that better?
Over.
SOUND: INSTEAD OF THE BLEEP, A HARSH CRACKLE OF STATIC.
PRIMROSE
(MOSTLY INAUDIBLE, STATIC DROWNING OUT SEVERAL WORDS)
Parsley? Are you there?
(PARSLEY HAS STOPPED WALKING. WE LINGER FOR A MOMENT IN THE NIGHT AMBIANCE.)
SOUND: BUTTON, BLOOP, STEADY HISS OF STATIC
PARSLEY
Primrose? Hello?
Primrose?
O-over.
(LOUDER)
Over.
SOUND: FROM SOMEHWHERE A LITTLE BIT BACK, A BRANCH SNAPS.
PARSLEY, CONT.
(LOUDER STILL)
OVER?
SOUND: A STRANGE, METALLIC NOISE, LIKE THE RUSHING OF A TRAIN CAR THROUGH A TUNNEL. IT RUSHES TOWARDS US, CRESCENDOS--
(SMASH CUT TO CREDITS)
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