Coraline Page #2

NEW ANGLE, SPY POV. We rise up to watch and the black cat

hops onto the stone wall.

EXT. OVERGROWN ORCHARD - CONT.

Coraline races down past an OLD TRACTOR and into an

ORCHARD. WIND begins to blow.

NEW ANGLE as we move beside Coraline through the old

apple trees, where she nearly trips on the tongue of a

harvest cart.

DOWN ANGLE ON on Coraline as she BACKS INTO a circle of

TOADSTOOLS in front of a STUMP. BREATHING HARD, she looks

out for her pursuer.

NEW ANGLE. The black cat shoots past Coraline in the tall

grass. She can't see him but she knows something is

there. Already behind her now, the cat LEAPS onto the

stump with a loud, warning MEROWWW!

STARTLED, Coraline YELLS and whips around. She’s both

angry and relieved when she sees it’s just some cat.

CORALINE:

You scared me to death, you mangy thing!

Cat GLARES at her with BLUE OPAL EYES, makes a low growl

as she stands. She exhales.

CORALINE (CONT'D)

I’m just looking for an old well. Know

it?

Cat BLINKS EYES slowly.

CORALINE(CONT'D)

Not talking, huh?

The wind picks up. She grasps the forks of her stick,

closes her eyes, and, tracing a figure eight above her,

says:

CORALINE (CONT'D)

Magic dowser, magic dowser: show... me...

the well!

ANGLE ON CORALINE FROM HIGH BLUFF. The SPY moves into

frame, astride some kind of MOTOR-BIKE. He presses a

button on the handlebars and BLASTS a loud AIR HORN.

STARTLED, Coraline SPINS around.

UP ANGLE ON SPY. As LIGHTNING FLASHES and THUNDER ROLLS,

Coraline sees him for the first time. With his turret-

lensed SKULL MASK and SKELETON GLOVES and black FIREMAN’S

COAT flapping in the wind, he looks like a PSYCHO KILLER!

CORALINE (CONT'D)

(freaked out)

AHHHHH!

He REVS his motor, pops a wheelie, then SWOOPS DOWN the

bluff towards her. She HOLLERS IN FEAR, then tries to

WHACK HIM with her forked stick.

CORALINE (CONT'D)

GET AWAY FROM ME-

He SNATCHES it from her as he passes, KNOCKING HER to the

ground. He SIDE-SKIDS his bike, hops off and JUMPS UP

onto the stump. Looking TEN FEET TALL from the ground,

THUNDER AND LIGHTNING at a peak, the Spy turns his THREEEYED

TURRET LENS and studies her like a predatory alien.

And then, the thunder and lightning just FADE OUT and

this psycho-killer, three-eyed spy pulls off his mask and

Coraline GASPS -- he’s just a short kid in a costume.

Shoulders hunched, neck bent, the Spy - real name WYBIE

LOVAT - aged 12 - examines Coraline's forked stick, aims

it around.

WYBIE:

(oblivious)

Hoo! Let me guess, you’re from Texas or

Utah; someplace dried out and barren,

right? I heard about water-witching

before but it doesn’t make sense; I mean,

it’s just an ordinary branch.

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