Portley-Rind’s resolve disappears. He raises his hand as if
to stop Snatcher from leaving.
Very well. Every boxtroll gone.
Snatcher stops halfway down the stairs in the pouring rain,
his back still turned to Portley-Rind.
For a white hat?
Snatcher’s grinning face as he turns back toward
I will destroy every last boxtroll
in this town!
LIGHTNING CRASHES as Snatcher laughs maniacally.
SMASH CUT TO:
(0100 MON) MONSTERS
EXT. CHEESEBRIDGE - WORLD VIEW - SUNSET
WIDE VIEW OF CHEESEBRIDGE, a steep hill-town that looms over
the countryside. A jumble of roofs, a tangle of twisting
alleys, and perched at the summit, the imposing Cheese Guild
Hall. The last rays of the setting sun disappear.
EXT. CHEESEBRIDGE STREETS
--a deep voice echoes out of a scratchy MEGAPHONE.
Hear ye! Hear ye! Good citizens of
Cheesebridge, the curfew is in
force. Don’t dawdle or the beasts
will tear you limb from limb!
A FABRIC BANNER reading “BOXTROLL EXTERMINATORS”.
The banner hangs on a strange rattletrap TRUCK that winds its
way up the city streets. Sinister looking men in BLOOD RED
TOP HATS hang onto the running boards. The most sinister of
them all, Snatcher, rides on the roof.
SNATCHER (O.S.) (CONT'D)
They will add your flesh to their
rivers of blood and mountains of
As the truck passes, PEDESTRIANS gasp and hurry into their
houses, heeding the amplified warning. A CHEESEMONGER at The
Cheesery pulls his FOLDING SIGN from the sidewalk and hurries
inside. A COUPLE stops mid-conversation and heads indoors. A
MAN CARRYING A CRATE brings his load into his shop,
abandoning the crate sitting at the curb. Two FEMALE
TOWNSFOLK head off down the street.