Archibald Snatcher as the truck rounds a corner.
He holds a MEGAPHONE TUBE to his mouth and orates as he zeros
in on a BOY playing ball in the street.
Child! Do you want to end up like
the Trubshaw Baby?
The boy watches the truck as it passes, curiosity changing to
Dragged underground and feasted
upon one year ago this very night?!
The terrified boy shakes his head and GASPS as he is yanked
inside by his MOTHER. His BALL bounces out of his hands and
rolls across the cobbles.
Lock your windows! Bolt your doors!
Hide anything that is not bolted
One man grabs his DOOR KNOCKER and bolts inside.
Another man grabs his MAILBOX.
Another a BARBER POLE.
With a terrified look the last man peers out of the peep hole
in his door, then slams it shut.
SNATCHER (O.S.) (CONT’D)
Hide your cheese. Hide your tender
and delicious babies!
EXT CHEESEBRIDGE STREETS - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
The wind blows trash down the empty streets. Snatcher’s
vehicle, rattling from its boiler, prowls past with Snatcher
still calling out his warning until the sound fades in the
Beware the bloodthirsty monsters!
They'll fry your eyes, gnaw on your
knees, gobble your gizzards...
After Snatcher’s truck has passed the CAMERA lands on: A
MANHOLE. Carved in the heavy iron cover is a warning: “HERE
A LONG BEAT OF SILENCE. The manhole cover slowly twists and
lifts, a pudgy blue hand emerges. Two pairs of yellow,
glowing eyes peer out. The creatures talk in expressive but
unintelligible GURGLES. Down the street, two more manhole