The Writer's Vision
ust in case
you were wondering, my OCR sucks. It would have taken longer to muddle
through its translation, correcting its egregious errors, than to
simply retype everything. Here we go.
(Latin for Meet Your Cannon Fodder)
MARC will become our hero.
HOLLY is Marc's girlfriend. She is several months pregnant
with Marc's child. They are still undecided as to what to do about
JAY is Marc's older brother.
JULIE is Jay's girlfriend.
ROBERT is a friend, and
JEANNE is Robert's girlfriend.
JAY and MARC have finally finished the prototype for a new gadget,
and are preparing to sell a cabin retreat they inherited to raise
the money for manufacture and marketing . They've decided to have
one last weekend there. There is, of course, a storm outside. HOLLY
has gone to take a shower. JULIE has gone to get into the proverbial
something more comfortable. And JEANNE has decided to postpone winning
any more of the men's money at poker and go to the bathroom. The men
engage in lame banter until they hear JEANNE scream.
INT HALL OUTSIDE BATHROOM
The men run down the hall. Jeanne stumbles out, almost running
It's Holly! She... she's....
Oh, God. She miscarried?
What? No! She's...
Marc brushes past her, into the bathroom.
No, Marc, don't go in there...
Marc looks around. The shower is still running. The curtain has
been drawn aside. Marc slowly approaches the shower.
Holly lays inside, dead eyes staring into space. Her entrails
lie snaking out into the tub, the last pink remnants of blood sluicing
into the drain.
Marc stares at her body, uncomprehending. He drops to his knees.
Slowly, his hand reaches out to her. Another hand comes into the frame,
grabbing his. It is Jay's.
Come on. Come on, let's get out of here.
It's gone, the baby's gone.
WHERE'S THE GODDAMN BABY?
Get him - get him out of here. Come on.
Let's go, Marc.
You can't help her now, come on.
Jeanne and Robert Lead Marc out. Jay turns off the shower. He
stares at the body a moment, then realizes he's in the room alone.
He leaves, hurriedly.
JAY runs in through the hall door.
Close that door! Close it!
Jay slams the hall door shut.
How is he?
Shock. I think.
I don't blame him. Jesus.
Look. We gotta stay cool about this.
Right, right. Jesus, what could have happened?
I think that's pretty obvious.
It is. Holly's been murdered.
There's only one person we haven't seen, the last few minutes.
Jay makes to open the hall door. Robert stops him.
What are you doing?
Julie's in there!
That's right - and she could have been the one who did
Oh, come on!
She's the only one we didn't see! She's the only logical
You're talking like something out of a f*cking cop show!
(shouting over them)
This isn't getting us anywhere!
The men stop in mid-struggle.
Look, we've gotta find Julie. Even if she didn't do it,
we've gotta find her so we can get out of here.
She's right. We need some kind of weapons. Something to
They file into the kitchen. Jay stops in the doorway, looking
back at Marc, still sitting on the couch, staring into space.
Come on, come with us. We gotta stay together, okay?
Hm? Okay..... okay.
Marc gets up and shuffles into the kitchen.
Jeanne holds up a couple of steak knives.
This is it.
Oh, God, are you sure?
What do you want? We hadn't used this place in years...
What'd we use to cut the pizza?
Marc's jackknife, remember?
Marc has fixated on the freezer, one of those huge, coffin-shaped
jobs. The type a body can be stuffed into. He slowly walks to it.
MUSIC BUILDS. Marc reaches out a hand....
They'll have to do. Now.... Marc?
Marc is about to open the freezer....
Marc, what are you doing?
The music is deafening. In a rush, Marc opens the freezer. Fog
drifts up. He looks down upon frozen pizza and TV dinners.
Marc? Are you okay?
(Softly; almost deadpan)
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
Then let's go.
They enter from the kitchen. Robert crosses to the fireplace
and grabs the poker.
There's an axe outside. For the firewood.
Forget it. We stick together.
They gather at the hall door.
Now, she's somewhere in this part of the house.
Unless she's outside.
In this storm?
Come on, let's do it.
The door slowly opens; the four advance cautiously.
Now remember: no matter what, we stick together. Marc and
Holly's room first.
The four burst in. Quick search: under the bed, in closet. In
contrast to the other three's bustle, Marc drifts to the bed, where
Holly's battered plush rabbit sits. He picks up the rabbit.
Okay, nothing here. Mine and Jeanne's, next.
They start to leave, stopping at the door. Marc is still staring
at the rabbit.
Marc. We gotta go.
Marc drops the rabbit and follows them.
Marc stands in the doorway of the second bedroom, standing guard
as the others, unseen, search.
Okay. Bathroom next.
Oh, God, do we have to?
Yes. We do this in order, nobody gets behind us.
There is a pause. Jay hands Marc his steak knife.
Marc walks in - the others are in the doorway. Marc opens a small
closet, a cabinet. Nothing. He glances toward the shower, but goes
Marc come out of the bathroom. Everyone looks toward the last
room, at the end of the hall.
Okay. So she's got to be in there.
They slowly advance on the door. Robert takes the handle....they
Continuing from last scene: they burst in and stop, thunderstruck.
CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal Julie, hung by her feet from a lighting
fixture. Her throat has been cut. Blood runs down her face, but there
is none anywhere else.
We're getting out of here.
Where's the blood?
Let's get to a car. Get the cops.
This room should be swimming in blood... where the hell
They come back into the hall. It's much darker than it was before.
Why's it so dark? It wasn't this dark before.
Is the power off?
No, look, the lights are still on in the living room.
Oh no....no no no....
Let's go, let's go, let's go. Stay together. Be real careful.
They advance slowly down the hall, bunching as close together
as humanly possible.
They are halfway down the hall when Jay lets out a yell as his
feet are pulled out from under him. Marc whirls around. Jay is being
pulled, feet first, back down the hall, into the darkness.
Marc jumps toward him, falls short, scrambles the distance and
grabs Jay's hand. They are both dragged a couple of feet, then stop
as Robert grabs Marc's feet. Robert braces his foot in a doorway;
Jeanne wraps her arms around Robert's chest, pulling also. A tug of
The darkness spreads down Jay's body like liquid, as he begins
There is a sudden release of tension, causing Robert and Jeanne
to fall backward, Marc scooting back on the floor. JAY'S SCREAM RECEDES,
as if over a distance. Mystified, Marc holds up his hand. Jay's hand,
raggedly chopped off at the wrist, is still locked on his.
Jeanne stifles a scream.
Whimpering, Marc tries to wrench the severed hand off his, squeezing
the last few drops of blood out of the stump. It finally comes off
and Marc hurls it, down the hall, into the darkness.
There is a pause - then slitted, glowing red eyes appear in the
darkness. A LOW GROWLING is heard.
The remaining three scramble backwards out of the hall, into
the living room.
Marc, the last one in, slams the hall door shut. Something large
smashes into the door, nearly knocking him off his feet. Desperately,
Marc digs in, trying to hold the door against the battering.
Meantime, Robert and Jeanne have grabbed the sofa and are rushing
it toward the hall door.
At the last moment, Marc dives over the sofa, and it smashes
against the door. The three then hold the couch against the door.
Incredibly, the door opens an inch, then two, as the GROWLING increases
in volume and violence. Fog seeps in through the crack in the door.
Suddenly, the door slams shut and the GROWLING STOPS. The three stay
in place for a moment, looking at each other. Then they begin to back
Where is it? Where did it go?
Unnoticed by either of them, Jeanne is backing up to a window...
Back? Back where?
Bedrooms, maybe outside, I don't know. We have to...JEANNE!
GET AWAY FROM....
The window explodes behind Jeanne and something long and greenish-black
wraps itself Jeanne's waist, hauling her out. Her hands shoot out
to the sides of the window, stopping her.
Robert and Marc freeze a moment, then run toward her.
Jeanne's hands, cut by glass, give way, and with a wail of despair,
she is pulled into the night. Her SCREAM is suddenly cut short, replaced
by SICK, WET RIPPING NOISES.
He hears a door open. He whirls around, and sees Robert running
out the front door.
EXT CABIN NIGHT
Marc runs out. The rain is beginning to die out, but there is
still plenty of thunder and lightning.
Robert!!! Don't leave me alone!
There's no answer. Marc runs around the house.
At the back of the cabin is the archetypal chopping block, complete
with stack of firewood and axe. Marc grabs the axe, and almost feels
better for a moment. He turns to run toward the cars, but trips over
something. He rises, and comes face-to-face with Robert.
Lightning flashes. It's not Robert. It's Robert's head, left
on a stump for him to find.
Lightning flashes again, revealing what Marc tripped over. It's
Robert's still-twitching body.
Marc sucks in his breath to scream, but stops as lightning flashes
again. His eyes become too wild, and he reaches for the head.
Good thing I found you, Robert. I'll get us out of here.
He picks up the head, cradling it in his arms like a baby.
Yeah, don't worry. I'll get us out.
He runs into the woods with the head.
Marc runs through the rain, through the trees. He stops, leaning
against a tree, breathing heavily.
Out. Get us... out. Out.
Lightning flashes, and Marc suddenly realizes what he's carrying.
He screams, drops the head, and runs into the night, still screaming.
Marc's POV as he runs, brushing past branches. One of the branches
isn't a branch: it's an arm.
A hand grabs Marc's throat, stopping him.
Marc is slammed against a tree, choking. The hand slowly lifts
him up, off the ground as his feet kick futilely.
The head of his assailant can be dimly seen, in the dark of the
woods. Pinpoints of red appear where the eyes should be.
Marc desperately grabs for the thing's head, sinking his thumbs
deep into both eyes, ruining them. The thing drops him, howling in
Gasping for air, Marc scrambles up and runs and runs.
Marc bursts out of the woods and onto a road; it takes him a
second to realize he's on pavement.
The highway. It's the highway! I made it!
He shouts into the woods.
F*CK YOU! I made it! I'm safe!
He is suddenly awash in bright light; a car is bearing down on
him. It brakes and skids....
IMPACT. Marc flies through the air, hits the pavement and rolls
twice, facing the camera.
Not fair. 'S'not...fair...
The scene blurs and fades to black.
us in two weeks and we'll examine what actually made it onto film,
why, and how the dual harpies of Time and Budget Constraints can turn
your dreams into wet cardboard.
What You Actually Saw.