EXT. CHEESEBRIDGE ALLEY - NIGHT
Lightning strikes, illuminating a vine covered wall as the
camera moves across a dark alley filled with CARDBOARD BOXES
and CRATES. They boxes have stylized LABELS; the box in
front is labeled FOCUS FEATURES.
FOOTSTEPS running on cobblestones and LABORED BREATHING.
No. Not my boy!
Lightning strikes again, highlighting the boxes and rubbish
in the alley. Something is coming. Whatever it is, its
breath is hurried and animalistic.
A BABY CRIES out.
Stumpy CLAWED FEET wrapped in rag run past a boxed labeled
LAIKA. The camera follows the shadowed figure as it runs
along cobblestones to the end of the lane. The creature
pauses under an arched entryway and turns, revealing GLOWING
EYES, a large mouth full of wonky teeth, and a BABY SHAPED
BUNDLE in its arms.
LIGHTING CRASHES as the BABY wriggles and cries.
EXT. CHEESE GUILD - ENTRANCE HALL - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
A FIST pounds a door.
Wake his lordship.
A SERIES OF LOCKS being unlatched on the door.
A BUTLER opens the double doors, frowns. He starts to close
the doors but Snatcher pushes against the effort.
The unspeakable has happened.
(GASP) We must speak of it
A voice calls out from behind them.
LORD PORTLEY-RIND (O.S.)
What is it, Snatcher?
The butler moves aside, revealing a regal man with a white
hat at the top of an ornate marble staircase.
INT. CHEESE GUILD - ENTRANCE HALL - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
LORD PORTLEY-RIND looks on from the mezzanine. The man in
the red hat casts a long shadow across the gleaming checkered
floors of the Cheese Guild.
Boxtroll monsters have stolen a
Lord Portley-Rind, perfectly groomed and perfectly
ARCHIBALD SNATCHER in the door, backlit by
streetlights, sheets of rain falling behind him. He’s a big
man, but out of shape (all belly and no butt), with long
shreds of greasy hair sprouting from beneath his crooked hat.
They're no doubt picking their
teeth with his adorable baby bones
A horrible tragedy.
Let’s deal with it in the morning!
Portley-Rind turns to go.
The Butler closes the door, but Snatcher shoves his foot in
Oh, oof! That's not the worst of
it! Next they'll come after...
The Butler shoves at the door, slapping and shoving
Snatcher’s face until the door slams shut. Snatcher opens the
mail slot and yells through it.
They’ll stop at nothing.
Portley-Rind suddenly flings open the doors, stares wide eyed
at Snatcher. He is crouched on the ground near the mail
You’re the town exterminator. I’ll
pay whatever it takes.
Snatcher stands slowly.
Oh, I don’t want money.
He steps into the house and into the light, REVEALING his
greedy face for the first time. He smiles an oily smile.
I want one of those.
Snatcher points to the WHITE HAT on Portley-Rind’s head. Lord
Portley-Rind grabs his hat protectively.
A White Hat? You?! Absurd!
Snatcher turns to leave, moving towards the damp Market
Alright then. But prepare to say
bye bye to your Brie. Cheerio to
your Cheddar. Goodbye to your...