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Friends With Money
The Break-UpWritten by Mark Jones
FADE IN:
1 BLACK SCREEN
We begin CREDITS... then we HEAR something... like a large rock being pushed along the ground.
Then a SHAFT OF LIGHT streaks in and we realize we are inside a cave... and some kind of small creature is removing a large rock that covers the opening to this cave. And bright green moss covers the walls.
And this little creature hobbles into the cave, but stays completely backlit as he moves into a corner. He HUMS and GIGGLES in a strange, wicked little voice. An Irish accent as he speaks...
LERPECHAUN'S VOICE: (singing "I'm a Little Teapot") I'm a little guy who's short and stout... here is my handle and here is my pouch...
CLOSE ON A LEATHER POUCH that the creature holds. He places the pouch on the ground and reaches into a darkened corner of the cave... and he slides out...
A CROCK OF SPARKLING GOLD
filled with glowing gold coins. Almost like magic, a small shaft of colorful light... like a miniature rainbow, shines down from the top of the cave illuminating the small hands of this creature as he grabs gold coins out of the pouch and drops them into the crock. They clank as they hit, and "Disney Dust" puffs out as this creature continues his song...
LEPRECHAUN'S VOICE: (singing) When I get all steamed up, then I shout... tip me over and pour me gold out.
He continues to clank the gold coins into the crock and GIGGLE his strange, frightening laugh as he starts to count the gold coins.
LEPRECHAUN'S VOICE: One for the fairies... one for the Banshees... one for the trolls... and one for me...
TITLES CONTINUE as he counts his last coin.
LEPRECHAUN: (rhyming) Try as they will... try as they might... Who steals my gold... will not live through the night...
We END TITLES as this guy GIGGLES, then we MOVE IN VERY TIGHT on the sparkling gold coins and their brightness FLAIRS INTO CAMERA, and we...
DISSOLVE TO:
2 BRIGHT HEADLIGHTS
flaring INTO CAMERA... we PULL BACK to reveal the headlights belong to:
A LIMOUSINE
that is turning up a long dirt driveway and heading to a:
3 SMALL FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
Somewhat run-down. Nestled outside some wooded area. The limo stops. The LIMO DRIVER gets out, opening the passenger door to let out:
DAN O'GRADY
in his fifties. Irish. O'Grady wears a fifteen hundred dollar suit that looks a little uncomfortable on him. He's not used to money. He's slightly tipsy as he gets out. He's all smiles as he moves to the porch of the house.
ON LEAH O'GRADY
O'Grady's Irish wife, as she moves out onto the porch. Wide-eyed at the sight of the limo.
LEAH: A limousine!? What in the world has gotten into you Mister O'Grady.
O'Grady moves to Leah, kisses her...
O'GRADY: Just the start m'lass... take a good look at this dump. Tomorrow we'll be lookin' at a mansion.
LEAH: A mansion... Listen t'you... (looks back at limo) And a limousine... we've got no money for this...
The Limo Driver moves to them, holding a couple of suitcases. He waits for instructions.
O'GRADY: You can put the luggage in the house, m'lad.
The Limo Driver nods and moves inside the house. O'Grady moves in close to his wife, conspiratorially.
O'GRADY: (whisper) Did the funeral home deliver the package?
LEAH: They delivered it this morning... and I don't know why you had it brought here. It gives me the creeps, it does...
O'GRADY: You didn't open it...
LEAH: I don't want to go near it. It's on the porch where they left it. (beat) Will you tell me what's going on here, Daniel O'Grady?
O'Grady moves to the porch. There is a large urn on a table.
O'GRADY: What's going on is we're rich.
O'Grady picks up the urn. His wife moves INTO SHOT.
LEAH: Y'were supposed to bury your mother... not send her ashes all the way from Ireland.
O'Grady finds a rock on the ground and raises it over the urn. Leah reacts.
LEAH: Whatta ya gonna do?
HE smashes the rock into the urn, shattering it. But instead of ashes... sparkling gold coins spill out.
O'GRADY: It's not me Mom's ashes. It's gold, Leah!
Leah can't believe her eyes.
LEAH: What in the Lord's name...
O'GRADY: (whispers) A pot of gold, it is...
O'Grady looks around.
O'GRADY: (conspiratorially) It was a wee person. A Leprechaun. I caught him. Made him tell me where his gold was. It's the rule, y'know.
LEAH: Ah you're a drunken fool... and a storyteller.
O'GRADY: (serious) I'm tellin' ya true, Leah. I'm tellin' y'true.
O'Grady kisses his wife... she pushes him away.
LEAH: Y'talkin' from the bottom of a whiskey glass. Now, where did you get the gold?
O'GRADY: As I said... a Leprechaun...
O'Grady brings out a leather pouch and puts the coins inside.
O'GRADY: I've got to hide the gold.
LEAH: What you've got to do is go to bed... I'll make you a pot of hot tea.
O'Grady moves out toward a field at the back of the house. Leah just shakes her head in disbelief as she heads into the house...
LEAH: (shaking her head) A Leprechaun indeed... a pot of gold...
4 CLOSE ON A TEA KETTLE - IN THE KITCHEN - NIGHT
The tea pot is steaming, Leah lifts it off the stove, moving to a tea set on a serving tray.
Suddenly she reacts to something.
LEAH: Dan?
We hear what sounds like a small child crying. But we're not sure.
LEAH: Dan... is that you...?
The child's cries get louder... then we hear:
CHILD'S VOICE: Please get me out. Please get me out of this suitcase...
ON LEAH and she is shocked.
5 ON THE SUITCASE
and this is where the child's voice is coming from.
CHILD'S VOICE: I can't breathe... you need to let me out...
Leah moves to the suitcase... kneels down, astonished at what she is hearing.
CHILD'S VOICE: Please... unlock this case...
TIGHT ON LEAH as she puts her ear to the suitcase. Listens...
CLOSE ON THE SUITCASE
THE WOMAN'S HANDS reach INTO SHOT and grab the latches. Click! Click! She opens the latches, then...
Then a RATTLE from inside... a little shaking.
LEAH: What in the world...
SUDDENLY!!
The suitcase opens and...
A SMALL GREEN SHOE with a large gold buckle BURSTS OUT from the suitcase!
LEAH
falls back. Horrified. Watches as...
SOMETHING VERY SMALL AND IN SHADOW climbs out of the suitcase.
It stands. Like a small child, but we sense it's something else. And it talks in a HORRIFIC, WICKED VOICE, with a HEAVY "IRISH BROGUE" that sends chills down our spine.
LEPRECHAUN'S VOICE: Do you like me gold buckles on me shoes...?
LEAH stands there frozen in absolute terror. Watching as this weird, little creature hobbles toward her...
LEAH: W... W... What are you?
And just as we are to get our first good look at the creature... the lights flicker, then go out.
LEPRECHAUN: I'm a wee person. A Leprechaun m'dear...
He laughs evilly, still in shadow... and as he stands he begins to do a scary looking "Irish jig", dancing around the living room, still hidden in shadow...
LEAH: My God!!!
LEPRECHAUN: I'm not your God, m'dear...
The creature laughs...
LEPRECHAUN: (very weird voice) I followed him here to get what's mine! (singing) A pot of gold that belongs to me... Give it back, it's mine, you see!
And this little monster waddles up to Leah... points his finger.
LEPRECHAUN: I want it! I want my gold now!
TIGHT ON LEAH in utter shock! Speechless as she staggers back... towards the open basement door...
LEAH: No! Oh, God... no!!
THis horrid thing lumbers toward the woman. HISSES at her.
LEAH
staggers back and trips down the stairs, tumbling to the bottom of the basement.
6 TIGHT ON LEAH'S FACE - ON THE FLOOR OF THE BASEMENT
Her neck is horribly twisted and she is lifeless. Her eyes are wide open and her neck is broken.
The CAMERA TILTS UP as Leprechaun peers into the basement through the open door.
LEPRECHAUN: Ah... she looks as lifeless as a wart on a dead toad's ass.
The CAMERA QUICKLY DOLLIES UP the stairs tight on the Leprechaun's face.
LEPRECHAUN: (he sniffs the air) Ah... no problem... I smell some tea brewing...
Leprechaun looks over at the counter and spots the serving tray with the tea on it.
CUT TO:
7 ON THE FRONT DOOR - NIGHT
As it opens and Dan comes staggering in.
O'GRADY: I hid the gold, Leah... We're rich now...
SHOOTING TOWARDS THE KITCHEN
It's dark and we do not see Leah, but we hear her voice.
LEAH'S VOICE: Where did you hide it, Dan?
Something begins to move out from the darkened kitchen...
LEAH'S VOICE: Did you hide it by the old wagon in the field...?
Dan's face registers shock as he sees:
ON THE LEPRECHAUN
In shadow, but definitely a little creature walks out from the darkness carrying the tray of tea.
LEPRECHAUN: (Leah's voice) Tell me... tell me where you hid the gold.
O'GRADY: (in terror) My wife... what did you do to my wife?
LEPRECHAUN: Ah, the poor lass... I think's she's dead. I should have told her to watch her step...
O'GRADY: No... no... how did you find me?
LEPRECHAUN: Ah, the wee people have their magical ways.
Immediately O'Grady rushes towards the bedroom.
8 INSIDE THE BEDROOM - CLOSE ON THE DRAWER
O'Grady's hand reaches INTO SHOT and pulls the drawer open. We see a gun inside. But the man's hand does not grab the gun. Instead it pushes the gun away and reaches for a small plastic bag. Inside is...
TIGHT ON A FOUR-LEAF CLOVER
sitting in the plastic bag.
O'GRADY
now grabs the gun with his free hand and runs out of the bedroom.
9 BACK INSIDE THE DARKENED LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
and we see the shadow of the little creature sitting in a chair sipping tea. O'Grady moves INTO SHOT, reacting.
LEPRECHAUN: (looking over at O'Grady, taking another sip) Ah, your wife makes a fine pot of tea, Danny, m'boy.
O'GRADY
holds up the four-leaf clover...
As if the GREEN CLOVER has some strange form of power, like a cross to a vampire... this little thing in the shadows reacts... staggers back...
LEPRECHAUN: Noooooo! Get it away! Put it away!
O'GRADY: Here's what I'll give you, y'monster.
And O'Grady moves forward, holding out the clover. The little Leprechaun walks backward, his hands trying to cover his face.
O'GRADY: I got the gold, fair and square... and you killed me wife!
LEPRECHAUN: No! She fell... I tried to save her...
O'Grady is furious as he moves closer to the Leprechaun, causing the little guy to walk back into the open basement door. And down the steps as the CAMERA FOLLOWS.
10 INSIDE THE DARK, DUSTY BASEMENT
Full of junk. Wooden stairs head down to the bottom. Leprechaun is backing down the stairs...
LEPRECHAUN: Please... please, Danny m'boy.
ON O'GRADY
still moving forward, causing the Leprechaun to back all the way down the stairs...
O'GRADY: You little green bastard.
LEPRECHAUN: You shouldn't call the wee people names...
A WOODEN CRATE
at the bottom of the stairs, sitting in the corner. The top is open.
LEPRECHAUN: Let's make a deal. Half me gold if y'get rid of the clover. Whatta you say, Danny...?
CLOSE ON O'GRADY
determined... angry...
O'GRADY: I know the tricks of the wee people.
LEPRECHAUN: No trick. (in Leah's voice, again) Give him back the gold, Danny... this is your wife, Leah... do as I say.
O'Grady reacts to his dead wife's voice. It's hard on him, but makes him all the more determined.
O'GRADY: I'll give ya more than gold!
And with that, O'Grady lets loose with the gun. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Three bullets SPIT INTO THE LEPRECHAUN'S FOREHEAD! And he goes flying back and into the open crate.
O'Grady grabs the lid to the crate. Slaps it on. Grabs a hammer and nails and nails it shut.
Suddenly the Leprechaun STRUGGLES to get out.
SCREAMING! BANGING! POUNDING.
This is one pissed off creature.
O'Grady hammers more nails into the crate.
THE FOUR-LEAF CLOVER is placed on top of the crate.
The crate SHAKES. RATTLES. Violently. The Leprechaun still trying to get out. But can't.
LEPRECHAUN'S VOICE: I want me gold! Me gold, I say!!
Then...
All is VERY, VERY QUIET...
O'Grady sits back, BREATHING HEAVILY.
But the job is not done.
THE CRATE
A long beat...
THen we HEAR LEAH'S VOICE again.
LEAH'S VOICE: Please Danny... remove the clover. How can you do this to your poor old wife...
O'GRADY: You're not my wife! You're an evil thing that needs to be dead!
O'GRADY moves to a can of gasoline. Pours it over the crate... then leaves a gasoline trail as he backs up the stairs to the kitchen. He grabs a box of matches...
O'GRADY: You're dead!
And O'Grady fights his tears as he strikes a match...
Suddenly...
O'GRADY grabs his chest. He can't breathe... He's having a heart attack. He keels over...
THE MATCH falls to the floor. Snuffs out. There will be no fire.
ON O'GRADY
As he lays there, breathing heavily... then we begin to HEAR STRANGE "IRISH MUSIC" coming from the crate. Then his MOTHER'S VOICE begins to sing the Irish song "Danny Boy" in the most beautiful voice we've ever heard...
LEAH'S VOICE: (singing "Danny Boy") Oh, Danny Boy... the Saints they are a'calling...
Now we CRANE BACK... and...
SMASH CUT TO:
"YUMMY, YUMMY, YUMMY I GOT LOVE IN MY TUMMY" 70's rock and roll song blasting out of:
11 TIGHT ON A CAR'S TAPE DECK
that is playing the song that brings back memories of a summer in the seventies.
ON A BEAT-UP OLD JEEP, open top, traveling down a country road. A beautiful morning. And the SONG CONTINUES as we roll credits. The driver of the jeep, J.D. REDING, is singing along with the song.
He's an "over-the-hill" rocker with hair way too long for a man his age. He's a cross between Kris Kristofferson and Bobby Sherman.
We Super:
"FIVE YEARS LATER"
CLOSER
and we get a good look at his passenger, J.D.'s eighteen year old daughter, TORY REDING.
Tory is a knockout.
WIth a figure that makes you want to fall over and eat your shoes. And right now Tory looks bored as she pops the cassette out.
TORY: It didn't work, Dad... I'm still depressed... (beat) As a matter of fact...
Tory throws the cassette out the window...
J.D.: Hey! I used to sing you that song when you were two years old.
TORY: I didn't like it then either... I just couldn't throw at that age.
J.D.: (insulted) You know that song was number one for three weeks. Number one!
TORY: That was twenty years ago, Dad. And none of this changes the fact that I'm still miserable here.
J.D.: Hey it wasn't my idea for your mother to go to Europe with her new, bald husband.
TORY: Dad, I'm eighteen... I had a huge mansion in Beverly Hills. A new car. A nice cat... (beat) And now I'm out here in North Dakota with my hick father for the whole summer. You know how depressing that can be. (beat) No offense...
J.D.: First of all, it's not North Dakota... it's New Mexico...
TORY: Dakota, New Mexico... like it matters. All I care about is it's not L.A.
J.D.: Tory, I'm your Dad... We've never spent time together. I want to teach you about things... I want you to learn a little about life.
TORY: I know everything there is to know about life. I know where to shop for the best clothes... know where to get my nails done. And I know where all the cute guys with bitchin' cars hang out. What more do you need to know about in life?
J.D. just shakes his head...
TORY: (sighs) I can't wait to see this house.
CUT TO:
12 INSIDE THE BASEMENT - DAY
The one where the fight took place five years ago.
And the door hasn't been opened since. It's dark. Dusty. Full of cobwebs and spider eggs. Small SHAFTS OF LIGHT streak in through a dirty window.
And the place is an absolute mess. Junk seems to be stored everywhere.
Old furniture, lamps, carts, parts of machinery and boxes.
And a few crates.
And ONE CRATE in particular off in the corner, surrounded by more junk. Almost hard to make out. But it is there.
And the SUSPENSE MUSIC BUILDS as the CAMERA MOVES to the:
CRATE
where the Leprechaun was locked in. An inch of dust has gathered and the four-leaf clover that was placed on top has now turned brown with age. The CAMERA MOVES IN very tight on top of the crate.
MICRO CLOSE ON A BROWN FOUR LEAG CLOVER, just resting on top. And a LARGE SPIDER crawls across, scuttling over the clover and down the side of the crate.
We PULL BACK slightly, just enough to show the closed door of the basement in the background.
The crate takes up most of the FRAME in the foreground.
And we HEAR something. Someone is rattling the door handle.
The basement door opens, spilling in a shaft of light and a GUST OF WIND...
...that blows the four-leaf clover along the top of the crate and it almost falls off...
But not quite. The brown clover just hangs on the edge of the crate. A little movement, another gust of wind and the clover will surely fall off. And we do not want that clover to fall off the crate.
ON TORY AND J.D.
backlit by the light streaming in. They are peering into the basement.
TORY: (disbelieving) This is a joke, right? We're like on a TV show... and this is a set-up?
CAMERA DOLLIES with them as they move down the steps, looking around, letting their eyes adjust to the dark.
J.D.: Hey, it's a little dusty... okay, I admit it. But clean it up a bit... slap some paint around...
TORY: You'll need to slap some bulldozers around to fix this place.
Tory walks through some cobwebs... she frantically brushes them away.
TORY: God! Cobwebs! This is gross! I'm in Dracula's house! (beat) Did you bring a gun?
J.D.: Yeah. My shotgun...
TORY: Good. Give it to me.
J.D.: What? You've never handled a gun in your life. You hate guns.
TORY: I'm going to learn. Because I want to blow my brains out. 'Cause I'm not going to stay alive another second in this stupid old messy house. And I'm serious.
J.D. moves to some of the junk in the basement.
J.D.: You're making too big a deal out of this. This is a great place. And I got a great buy on it.
TORY: That I believe...
J.D. moves forward and bangs his head into:
AN OLD RUSTED BEAR TRAP swinging, suspended from a chain.
Scary looking.
TORY: (giggles) Nice move. (beat) You okay?
J.D. nods. Tory moves to the corner of the basement... looking at all the junk and things
that are there.
J.D.: I was thinking... wouldn't this basement make a great recording studio.
TORY: Mortuary maybe.
Tory moves to a dusty shelf. Some papers, junk and books on it. She just shakes her head.
The CRATE is nearby.
We BRING UP THE EERIE IRISH MUSIC...
TORY: Dad, how 'bout this. I stay at a hotel in town. You come there and visit. Like once
a week... and I'll pay for it.
J.D.: Tory, you think money is all you need to get by in life, huh?
Tory thinks about this for a beat or two.
TORY: (then) Okay. I'll go with that theory.
J.D. is getting very frustrated. Tory trips, and her purse spills open.
TORY: Great.
She begins to pick up the stuff from her purse. Her Dad helps her.
TORY: I got it, Dad...
CLOSER
as J.D. reaches down, he notices an old black and white photograph from her wallet. He
takes it.
TORY: Gimme that.
J.D. looks at it.
J.D.: You keep this picture in your wallet? (smiles) All this time and you still keep
this picture...?
TORY: It's nothing. Just a picture Mom gave me.
CLOSE ON THE PICTURE
showing a five year old girl, Tory, on a raft in a lake with a younger J.D.
J.D.: I built you that raft... you musta been barely six years old.
TORY: (quickly) I don't remember.
She snatches the picture away. J.D. just smiles as Tory stuffs it back into her
wallet.
TORY: Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. About getting me a hotel back in town...
ON TORY
her eyes open wide... she just stares downward, frozen in fear. A large spider crawls into
a corner.
TORY: (controlled anger) Okay. This is it, now! Dad... I want you to know that I am looking
at a spider about the size of a typewriter... and I'm going to turn around and walk out of
this basement and catch a cab and take it to the airport and fly back to L.A. And there's
nothing you can say or do that will stop me.
Tory runs up the stairs and out the basement.
13 EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAY
Kind of like we left it five years ago. Only more rundown. Neglected. And there's a large
TOOL SHED next to the house. Which is nestled up against a small mountain.
Some wooded area surrounds it.
TORY moves out the front door in a hurry and suddenly stops dead in her tracks.
TORY: (smiling) Who are you?
ON NATHAN MURPHY
Twenty-four and just about the best looking guy in the state. Hard working, country good
looks, square-jawed. Tanned. Blond. Blue-eyed. The all-American boy. The kind we never were.
He's setting up a ladder and paint supplies.
NATHAN: I'm Nathan. Who are you?
TORY: (changing attitude) Tory. The girl who's staying here for the whole summer.
NATHAN: Well... nice to meet you, Tory.
Nathan heads back to his pickup truck as J.D. moves out of the house, carrying Tory's
suitcases.
J.D.: Okay. I'm not gonna fight ya, Tory. Let's go.
TORY: What are you talking about, Dad?
J.D.: (defeated) I'm going to drive you to the airport.
TORY: What airport? Put those bags down. I love this place. (breathes in) Fresh air.
Beautiful countryside. Painters.
J.D. looks off and spots Nathan. He smiles.
J.D.: Oh, they're here already...
TORY: You finally did something right...
14 ON THE OLD PICKUP
Parked on the dirt driveway. A hand painted sign on the truck says "Three Guys Who Paint."
ALEX and OZZIE, Nathan's partners, are unloading supplies.
OZZIE is a large "kid" of about thirty.
Overweight and wearing high-top tennis shoes. And one of those simple faces that always
seem to have a smile on it.
And he's retarded... or to be kinder, "slow thinking."
But he's actually gotten through life pretty well and that's probably due to his enormous
heart. Ozzie is also a habitual story teller...
ALEX
Eleven years old. Precocious. Freckle-faced. A real joker. And a pain in the ass.
OZZIE: So's anyways, like I was sayin' Alex... it came right outta the sky. There it was.
Ozzie reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out RALPH. A FROG.
Cute, green one.
OZZIE: Ralph was even with me... (quickly) 'Course he was sleeping... but I saw
the flying saucer. I really did, Alex. These big o' lights come right outta the sky and
everything. Just like E.T. (beat) Saw the movie eight times, y'know. Anyways, this thing
comes down makin' real weird noises kinda like... (imitates the strange noise) And then...
Alex pulls out a sling-shot, takes a wad of gum he was chewing and sticks it on the
sling-shot cup. Then Floooomp! Fires the gum at Ozzie's forehead. It sticks.
ALEX: Thought you weren't gonna tell made up stories anymore.
OZZIE: This really happened, Alex... it did... (beat) At least I bet it could
happen.
ALEX: No way... real is real. And made-up is made-up.
OZZIE: There's a lot of things people think is made-up that is really real.
ALEX: Yeah. Like what?
OZZIE: (thinking) Well... like... magic. Yeah, magic. Like when you see a first star in
the sky... you can make a wish and it'll come true.
ALEX: Don't start with that magic stuff again, Ozzie.
OZZIE: That stuff's true, Alex. There's really magic in the world. Y'just gotta believe
in it...
Alex rolls his eyes.
ALEX: No more lies, okay, Ozzie.
J.D. moves into shot.
J.D.: Howdy. I'm J.D.. I just met your brother, Nathan.
Alex shakes hands.
ALEX: I'm Alex. Nice to meet you, sir. (re: Ozzie) This is Ozzie.
Ozzie still has the gum stuck to his forehead.
J.D.: Nice look.
Ozzie plops it off, handing it back to Alex.
J.D.: Guys need any help there?
ALEX: (trying to sound official) I believe our liability insurance forbids anyone but
us handling the tools and supplies.
Alex and Ozzie take some sheets and paint cans.
ALEX: But thank you for the offer.
They move on as J.D. smiles...
CUT TO:
15 ON ALEX AND OZZIE
Painting the side of the dingy white house a rich blue. Alex's Ghetto Blaster blares out
a rap song as Alex and Ozzie kind of "dance" to the music. Ozzie's got a lot of different
colored paint on his work clothes.
ALEX: Boy, could I go for a beer right about now...
OZZIE: You're too young to drink, Alex. And alcohol's not good for you.
Alex points his finger at Ozzie's chest.
ALEX: Hey, Ozzie... what's that on your shirt?
Ozzie looks down and Alex flicks his finger up and smacks Ozzie's nose.
ALEX: Gotcha!
OZZIE: I don't like when you do that, Alex.
ALEX: Hey, it's all in good fun.
As they go back to painting, Tory moves INTO SHOT, holding a tray of lemonade.
TORY: Thought you might like something to drink.
OZZIE: (takes a glass) Thank you very much, ma'am.
TORY: You can call me Tory. (beat) Where's Nathan?
Alex makes a face.
ALEX: He went in the basement to look for some sheets.
Tory nods and moves towards the house. Alex watches her go.
ALEX: (re: Tory) Man, that babe's a looker. Love t'see her in a G-string and pumps.
Ozzie giggles...
Alex turns up his ghetto-blaster, playing "Mack The Knife" as Alex "dances" with the music.
CUT TO:
16 INT. BASEMENT - DAY
The door's open and Nathan moves down the stairs...
NATHAN lets his eyes adjust to the dark. Then flicks on an overhead light. Stumbles on
some junk.
He moves toward the area where the crate rests.
The IRISH SUSPENSE MUSIC BUILDS as Nathan is almost at the crate... then, we bring up a
rock and roll song...
CUT TO:
17 EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAY
The MUSIC is playing from Alex's ghetto-blaster. Ozzie and Alex are kind of rocking out
to it as they lay down the tarps and mix the paints. Ozzie "moonwalks..."
CUT TO:
18 BACK INSIDE THE BASEMENT - DAY
The CAMERA IS TIGHT on the crate. There is no sign of Nathan. Tory enters the basement,
carrying the lemonade. We bring up SCARY MUSIC.
CLOSE ON TORY, and it's very quiet. Then, as if something is drawing her closer to the
crate, she moves there...
CAMERA MOVES with her as she steps closer... closer... then suddenly:
SOMETHING DROPS DOWN ON TOP OF HER! A bunch of sheets.
Tory SCREAMS and the whole tray of lemonade falls onto the crate... seeps inside...
Nathan moves down from a large shelf.
NATHAN: Oh, shit... (helps Tory up) Geeze, I'm sorry... I didn't know you were down here...
TORY: (disheveled) I was bringing you lemonade. (points to top of the crate) There it is.
I think most of it's in that crate.
ANGLE FROM INSIDE THE CRATE
The CAMERA IS ACTUALLY INSIDE... we can see through the cracks in the board, Tory and
Nathan as they move about.
Then the CAMERA PANS OVER and the "sleeping" Leprechaun comes INTO
FRAME. He's covered with cobwebs and dust. Bugs and spiders crawling over him. And he's
breathing slowly...
We BRING UP DEEP FOREBODING IRISH MUSIC.
NATHAN: I hope it didn't damage anything in there...
CLOSE - TOP OF CRATE
and Nathan brushes some of the dust away.
NATHAN: Maybe we should open it and see...
MICRO CLOSE - ON THE FOUR-LEAF CLOVER
and in SLOW MOTION it gets brushed back the other
way... to the edge of the crate...
ON TORY AND NATHAN
Nathan pushes the crate out from the corner.
TORY: Oh, please... what could be in there but a couple of dead bodies. Let's get
out of this mess...
NATHAN: (pulls on the top) I really think we should at least check it... I kinda feel
responsbile...
FROM INSIDE THE CRATE
CANERA SHOOTING through the cracks in the boards. And from inside the crate the NOISE
is amplified... very loud, and maybe we SLOW THE SOUND DOWN for effect.
And maybe the "sleeping" Leprechaun's breathing gets a little louder and faster...
BACK TO TORY AND NATHAN
He just about has the lid open, when suddenly!
A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM!!
They both react. It came from outside. They rush up the stairs.
FROM INSIDE THE CRATE
In the dark an eye pops open... just one. The Leprechaun is awake...
CUT TO:
19 EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAY
ON OZZIE
as he stands there covered head to toe with bright red paint. Alex is trying to stifle
a laugh.
ALEX: As fashion statements go... Red's not your best color...
OZZIE: I told you to hold the ladder steady, Alex. And now look what happened.
ON TORY AND NATHAN
moving out of the house, both reacting to the sight. Tory can't help but giggle...
NATHAN: (resigned) I'm not even going to ask what happened.
Quickly, Ozzie and Alex start to make excuses. Nathan stops them.
NATHAN: Never mind. I don't want to know. Why don't you just get cleaned up, Ozzie. Okay?
TORY: There's a bathroom off the kitchen.
Ozzie heads into the house as Nathan just shakes his head.
OZZIE: I don't even like red...
NATHAN: I really should get back to work.
Tory grabs Nathan by the arm...
TORY: Great. When do we start.
As Nathan smiles, we...
CUT TO:
20 INSIDE THE FARMHOUSE KITCHEN - DAY
Ozzie is moving out of a guest bathroom near the entrance to the basement. The door is
open and as Ozzie walks past he HEARS something... he stops. Looks inside the dark basement.
Faintly from the basement he HEARS:
CHILD'S VOICE: Please help me someone... please get me out of this box. I'm having
trouble breathing...
Ozzie grabs a flashlight hanging on a wall and slowly moves down into the basement.
21 INSIDE THE BASEMENT - DAY
Ozzie carefully moves down the stairs.
OZZIE: Hello...?
Ozzie flicks on the flashlight. Marveling at all the junk in this place.
OZZIE: Wow! What neat junk...
CHILD'S VOICE: I'm over here... in this crate...
Ozzie is mystified. He moves in the direction of the voice... towards the crate.
FROM INSIDE THE CRATE
TWO EYES ARE OPEN. We see through the cracks in the boards Ozzie looking around.
BACK ON OZZIE
as he leans in real close to the crate...
OZZIE: Hello? Someone in there?
CHILD'S VOICE: Please, sir... I'm locked in this crate. (coughs) I... I... can't breathe...
The child's voice begins to cry as the CAMERA PUSHES IN ON OZZIE as he listens, shocked.
OZZIE: (leaning closer to crate) Hello...?
Silence. Then Ozzie brushes some dust off the top of the crate and...
THE FOUR-LEAF CLOVER flitters to the ground.
OZZIE: Hello...?
TIGHT ON OZZIE as he puts his ear to the top of the crate. It starts to shake... rumble...
then:
A LITTLE GREEN FIST PUNCHES THROUGH the crate, inches from Ozzie's face!