Starman Page #3

Benny freezes as he hears a burst of the high pitched whistle

sweep by on his left. He turns slowly to see, through the

ribs of an unfinished house, a shaft of the white light

pointing at a cement mixer.

BENNY:

(to the officers, his

voice cracking)

There's one over here...

The brilliant light swings toward him. Benny, his hands

trembling, raises the gun.

BENNY:

Stop!! Police!!

The light fixes on Benny and terrified he shakes off a couple

shots. The light goes out immediately.

MIKE:

(in Benny's direction)

What happened?

BENNY:

I think I shot one.

MIKE:

Jesus, Benny. What are you doing?

INT. FINISHED HOUSE (BEDROOM) - NIGHT

We are looking at the back of the humanoid figure. It crosses

to a high window and looks out. The reddish tinge of the fog

outlines him.

EXT. HOUSING TRACT - NIGHT

The men strain to see something through the silent fog.

OFFICER:

You see anything, Mike?

Before Mike can answer, a strange percussive clicking sound

is heard. He pumps a shell in the chamber of his shotgun and

swallowing his fear moves toward the voices. They stop.

OFFICER:

This is the police. Identify

yourselves.

Benny, his flashlight throwing a feeble beam in front of

him, inches around the house looking for what he shot at. He

gets to where it should be but it's not there. His light

searches the area. There is nothing but a stack of lumber.

Shaking visibly he shuffles to it and peers around its corner.

Nothing. Benny relaxes and allows himself to breathe again.

BENNY:

(shouts to the officers)

You wanna give me some help over

here.

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