The X-Files Page #2

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Then SEVERAL HEADS appear in the opening. These are BOYS

of ten to eleven, staring down into the cave. Hot

sunlight blazing in. We have traveled far, far forward

in time.

2ND BOY

Hey, Stevie. You okay?

INT. CAVE - PRESENT DAY

THEIR POV OF STEVIE

On the floor below covered with dirt, in his nose and

mouth. Spitting out. (All these boys have Texas in their

voices.)

STEVIE:

I got...I got....I got....

(straining)

....the wind knocked out of me.

This draws no sympathy from above, only LAUGHTER.

THE BOYS UP ABOVE

Staring excitedly.

3RD BOY

Looks like a cave or something.

2ND BOY

What's down there, Stevie? Anything?

OVER THE BOYS ABOVE

Stevie has gotten up, moving out of the patch of

sunlight. Disappearing from view for a moment. Then

reappearing, still spitting out dirt. But holding:

STEVIE:

Human skull.

One side partially missing from the cranium. But it

brings WHOOPS of delight from the boys above.

3RD BOY

Toss it up here, dude.

STEVIE:

No way, buttwipe. I found it. It's

mine.

ANGLE UP ON STEVIE

The other boys looking down at him. Stevie looking at

the skull. Strangely, the light shines through it. It is

milky, opaque, as if it's bone that's turned somehow

glassy in places. Then:

STEVIE:

Anyways, there's bones all over the

place down here.

Stevie looks down at his feet. CAMERA FOLLOWING HIS LOOK

DOWN to where there are indeed more human bones. And

something else. He takes a couple of steps in place,

standing in a familiar BLACK, OILY substance -- which is

climbing up his tennis shoe from the rock floor, over

the edge of the shoe and down into the shoe itself. Then

the SKULL drops in the frame, clattering on the hard

floor of the cave.

CAMERA SLOWLY RISING UP FROM STEVIE'S SHOES

Following SUBCUTANEOUS WORMS which have begun locomoting

aggressively up his legs. As his whole body is WRACKED

by a shivering seizure of some kind.

CAMERA RISES, following the path of the worms as they

move up the legs of his shorts. Some appearing on his

bare arms, but the great majority continuing up to

Stevie's neck, toward his face. Stevie stands paralyzed.

Letting out guttural sounds not dissimilar to when the

wind was knocked out of him.

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