Eight Legged Freaks Page #2
out of the shadows. This is Consuela, the Chilean red
tarantula.
JOSHUA:
Say hello to Consuela.
Mike watches Consuela unwrap one of the mummified
bundles. She begins to eat the paralyzed insect within.
JOSHUA:
She fills her prey with digestive
acid to liquify the internal
organs. Now watch... She’ll drink
her victim from the inside out.
While it’s still alive!
MIKE:
(looks queasy)
And you wonder why my mom doesn’t
like me hanging out with you.
JOSHUA:
Arachnids have been roaming the
earth for millions of years. And
they’ll be here long after the
human race is dead and buried.
Suddenly Consuela lunges at the glass. Mike recoils.
MIKE:
Bad! Bad Consuela!
Consuela backs up, apparently she can be intimidated.
6.
TARANTULA POV -MIKE
The multi-eyed spider’s PANORAMIC VISION. Mike looms
large at the edge of the glass, wagging his finger.
BACK TO MIKE:
Mike stares into the many eyes of Consuela.
MIKE:
Do that again and I feed you to
the parrot.
CHARLIE SQUAWKS hungrily. The sound of a CAR HORN.
JOSHUA:
There’s your mom.
MIKE:
See you tomorrow, Joshua!
Mike heads for the door.
EXT. DESERT -DAY
The entrance to a mine shaft protrudes from a hillside.
A pickup truck is parked nearby. The faded logo on the
door reads:
McCORMICK AND SON MINING COMPANY,PROSPERITY, NV.
Rotten beams. Chipped walls. A GENERATOR POWERS a
string of lightbulbs. A lone figure works at the end of
the tunnel.
CHRIS McCORMICK (30s) has rugged good looks. Weathered
clothing. Dirt-stained face. Ripped muscles.
Chris chips at the wall with his pickaxe. As it makes
contact, the occasional spark flies up. Chris pauses to
scrutinize the target area with his helmet-light.
Something sneaks along the floor of the mine behind him.
Chris is oblivious to his unseen stalker. He chips away
a section of stone to reveal shiny minerals. Reflections
of silver and gold splash across his face. His smile
fades...
CHRIS:
Damn.
(CONTINUED)
7.
CONTINUED:
Chris bends over, reaching for a bottle of water. A
large rat scurries out of hiding dragging away Chris’s
sack lunch.
Chris grabs his pick-axe and goes after the rat. The
rodent dodges every hit. Sparks fly when the axe strikes
rock. These ignite a vent of methane gas.
A BRIEF EXPLOSION knocks Chris off his feet. He notices
a small hole in the floor is lit like the burner on a
stove. Chris pats out the flame as the rat scurries away
with lunch.
CHRIS:
Hope you like bologna!
EXT. HIGHWAY -DAY
A police car drives with a bicycle hanging out of the
trunk.
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