A look of disgust crosses JACOB's face. He kicks the door.
It slides open. The WOMAN seems frightened as he approaches
Excuse me, do you know if we've
passed Nostrand Avenue yet?
(she doesn't answer)
(she does not
Look, I'm asking a simple question.
Have we hit Nostrand Avenue? I fell
(speaking with a Puerto
I no from around here.
(glad for a response)
Yeah, you and everyone else.
JACOB walks to the other end of the car and sits down. The
only other passenger is an OLD MAN lying asleep on the
fiberglass bench. Occasionally his body shudders. It is the
only sign of life in him.
The train begins to slow down. JACOB peers out of the
window. Nostrand Avenue signs appear. He is relieved. He
gets up and grabs hold of the overhead bar.
The OLD MAN shudders and stretches out on the seat. As he
adjusts his position, tugging at his coat, JACOB catches a
brief glimpse of something protruding from beneath the
coat's hem. His eyes fixate on the spot, waiting for another
look. There is a slight movement and it appears - a long,
red, fleshy protuberance. The sight of it sends shivers up
JACOB's spine. It looks strangely like a tail. Only the
stopping of the train breaks JACOB's stare.
INT. SUBWAY STATION - NIGHT
JACOB is the only passenger getting off. The doors close
quickly behind him. He glances at the LADY sitting by the
window. There is a fearful expression on her face as the
train carries her back into the dark tunnel, out of his