popcorn

Child talking in the still black screen ~

Gura - "So here's the thing about popcorn.  We all love the popcorn.  It's part of the whole movie going experience."

Sibelle - "I like popcorn."

Gura - "Yah.  Everyone likes popcorn."

Goya - "I don't like popcorn.  It gets stuck in my teeth."

Sibelle - "That's pretty weird."

Goya - "You're pretty weird."

Sibelle - "I accept one of those two descriptives.  Continue."

Gura - "Thank you.  So the thing about popcorn is, what if they banned it ?"

Sibelle - "Whoa."

Goya - "They would never ... "

Sibelle - "They never would."

Gura - "Unless they wanted to destroy the movie going experience."

Goya - "But ... that's Evil."

Gura - "It is.  Also probably good for old people's cholesterol."

Sibelle - "Old people who watch a lot of movies."

Gura - "Correct.  But say you wanted to destroy movie theaters ... "

Sibelle - "I would never ... "

Gura - "No I mean like evil you."

Sibelle - "MUAHAHAHAHA ... got it."

Gura - "If you wanted to destroy theaters, just take away the popcorn."

Goya - "It could be the best movie in the world ... "

Sibelle - "And No one would go see it.  They'd be too busy being outraged ... muahaaa ... I like evil me.  That's a really good plan."

Gura - "No it's not.  It's a commentary."

Goya - "On what ?"

Gura - "Literally.  Everything."

The camera comes on to two girls and a boy walking down streets filled with faux outrage, Gura floating cross legged and pulled on a string by the Sibelle, the boy (Goya) kicking rocks.  People protesting this movie in front of the theater they enter.

Goya - "I like Dots."

~ popcorn ~

Credits as the theater is deconstructed with the audience in POV until laid bare while the city around them is taken down by Sanctuary witches (A Book of Names) in frantic high speed, then constructing Midwich all around them, ending with the theater ~

Starring

(: ! Humans ! :)

(i swear we totally are)

As they hand the new moon by a string ... it falls destroying the downtown.  They swarm the crash to lift it back up, this ti me double knotting the string like a shoe lace.

Directed by 

That one guy !

(actually probably is)

The hurriedly re-stack the crushed building parts, brad swaths off duct tape where required. 

 

Written by

Alan Smithee ... ?

 

(uncertain)

Then the theater stand, they drop the employees into their places behind the bar.  Then the ticket takers as the camera turns back to audience view.  The ceiling above, the screen is stretched to the wall with tacks.

The view goes through to the alley behind at night, the moon still swinging on the string ~

A deep voice in the dark ~ "What did they do ?"  The hooded figure looks around, then leans into leans back  into the child's whisper, "These ... 'humans' ... and then tell me who."  The sound of ratcheting steel, metal grinding on concrete, nearby traffic outside the alley shows around the 2010's.

The child's whisper into his ear ... eyes begin to glow a rage in flesh stripped sockets, rusted bone worn through at the cheeks.

The man - "ooh ... and then noo ... "  A last rattle of iron closure as the child watches him rise ...

('Fire and Brimstone' by Death Valley Girls)

~ Switchblade ~

Directed by 

some human

Starring

literal droves of them


Written by

Alan Smithee

it's like an infestation ...


A Big Chicken Production

fuck 'em

~ A cargo ship plows for the harbor, knocking the fishing boats and tugs aside.

Voice on the telephone ~ Nervously voiced over the scene, "You don't understand, nobody can know where I'm going."

Woman on the other end ~ "I'm sorry, but we have to register your papers though the consulate."

~ The ship ignores all calls to stop as it approaches the docks at speed.

Voice ~ "No you don't."

 

~ The sirens sound ...

Other ~ A sigh ... "It will cost."

Voice ~ "I wouldn't trust it any other way."

~ It crashes the docks.

('Antagonist' by Nova Twins)

Guy with that voice on the phone and some local friends curious in the nightclub ~

Dead man drinking - "I don't know.  I don't know"  Drinks then waves for another.  "Goddamn it what is that Noise !?"

The cloaked man walks through the nightclub, security and police swarming too halt, any gunfire not deflected by his heavy bladed arms seems pointless anyway as his progress is continuous and in a very straight line, death meeting any who seek to damage him, the rest tossed aside.

DMD - "I don't know if they're connected I mean ... "  The drink comes, "Thank you now fuck off."  Slams it and calls after "Hey !  Get me another one and hold the spit."  

The man tears the head from an attacker and beats down the next with it until both are crushed.

DMD - "I don't know if they're connected ... do you hear that fucking Sound !?"

The crowd parts while those without notice he walks through, the sweep of a heavy metal arm tosses a crowd inoffensively.

He's shot in the back by a security man covered in blood ~

Switchblade - Turns showing his flesh stretched over a rusted out skull, "Oh no oh no ... you've shot me full of holes."  The blades ratchet out from his arms as he turns, "But I've got no blood left to give so get ye no bowls."  Leaps forth.

~ Man at the table ~

DMD - "All they know is they were all by a ... rusty machete. ... maybe an axe.  Where's that fucking bitch with my drink !?"

Switchblade - Looming over the dead man drinking, "None left to give, but choke on your own, you will, for as long as you live."

The sound of rusted blade scraping rusted metal to black, music out.  The promised gurgling sound, then screams and more gun shots.
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Some guy in a local (big money district) government office, surrounded by others with their papers and random ass kissery as the obvious lawyer arrives ~

Politico - "Alright  everybody fuck off."

 

~ At the cafe, talking over the loud music, Gabrielle waiting tables in the background, Raphael working in the kitchen behind the order up slot in the wall.

Miserella (because that's literally the first name I could think of that isn't of someone I know) - "Yah nobody knows where he went.  He just started acting weird and then he was gone.  Cleaned out all the accounts and just ... gone."

Bets (short for Betsy ... ?) - "So there goes tuition ... "

Miserella - "Yeah.  All gone.  I can't even pay property taxes, that place is huge."  

 

Bets - (short for Betsy because people used to literally name their children that) "Can you at least sell off the art collection ?"

Miserella - "I've got some leech coming to look at it ... I don't know."

~ From the scene with her dad in the club, "I don't know."

Miserella - "I don't know."

Bets - "So what like ... a Job !?"

Miserella looks at her like she may kill.

~ The waitress spits in the drink, eyes go wide at the scene, drops it and screams.

~ Hunter (some hipster looking motherfucker in shades and a cheap suit) - Voiced over the scream on a phone in the streets, "We have a what ?"

~ In the chief's office.

Chief - "We have a monster ... "  Leans back in his chair grinning ... a glance to the drawer ...

 

Hunter - A sigh with a patient smile, "Please do."  Motions his silence as he gets up to close the office door.  All eyes look with concern as the window slats close to block their view.  He turns back to see the chief already chugging the bottle straight.  

Caps it and chucks it back to the drawer.

Hunter - ... "Do you mind ?"

Chief - "I do.  A monster."  The ratcheting sound.  "And it won't fucking die."

Hunter - Sloughs back to the chair ... "So why me ?"

Chief - "Because you've got the same issue."

~ The bullets fly as he nearly appears to walk between them shooting back, one shot and a forehead each.  Pockets the pistol and lights a smoke as another bullet tears the sleeve of his very nice jacket.  He looks angrily to the source still pointing scared, his pistol clicks a misfire.

~ The oncoming fist.

Hunter - "Yeah I may have that issue too."

Chief - "And why is that ?  Do you think."

Hunter - Suddenly serious in the eyes, "Because fate is a merciless whore."  A flash of a grin and a drink from the bottle before passing it back.

Chief - "With a heart as cruel as the sea ... "

~ Miserella - Wearing a hotdog on a stick uniform at the mall with a big dumb hat demonstrating the name, "Fuck this."

Chief - Bottle toast, "Amen to that."  Drinks, caps and drops into the drawer.

Hunter - Pulling his pack of smokes, "Do you mind ?"

Chief - "Disgusting habit."  Slams the drawer (the doubling's intentional).

('Cecilia' by Simon and Garfunkel)

Two black dogs run barking to the shredded outer fence of a property expanse, inside a frightened man packs quickly, stuffing cash to a bag and turning for the door.  Outside the security team closes in after the dogs.

~ While Miserella roller-skates around her massive empty house in her drive in theater uniform (movie screen on her head showing security footage of the scene).

The hounds stop barking at the cloaked man as his his legs split on two as now a tall beast looking down at these two.  He leaps over and bounds with blades ratcheting out, naked beneath the cloak but for the many straps required to hold together his appendages over flesh which seems similarly there to hold together what's rusted bone and blade.

~ then out the backdoor and into the pool.

He charges the attackers with a swipe to the bullets as though annoyances, side to side leaps now harder to track, and then into the fray.

Switchblade - "Overrated to be sated when the flesh is liberated to be dated to be freighted like you're supermarket baited now you're crated consecrated to be the future's waited there'll be flowers there'll be powers and lots of fallen towers as I scour and devour for every hour after hour ..."  To the last dropping his gun in terror before falling to his knees.  "So now you cower."

He smiles as the dogs run up, tearing the security man apart.  Looks to the sound of the starting engine then leaps away while the dogs take their screaming meal, the sound of crunching metal in the distance.
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Hunter - "And my fee ?"

Chief - "You're a 'Headhunter'.  Your fee's for a head.  Bring me a head and I'll pay you your fee.  So get the fuck out of here and start earning it.  Oh !"  Smiles ... "And by the way.  Interpol's waiting for you at your shitty little apartment."

Hunter - "Fuck me."

Chief - "I'd rather fuck a lawnmower."
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('Down by the Water' by PJ Harvey)

Miserella watches the huge fight breaking out directly in front of her Shake Shack counter annoyed, an equally stupid uniform with a hat like a shake with a straw sticking out of what would be her brain ... 

While in an unknown motel the Hunter watches a woman ride.

~ Switchblade jacks his arm, dropping a cable,  He pulls an old school portable television from his cloak, extra wiring hanging from.  He sets it on a stone. 

It's actually a pretty good fight.

In the motel ...

~ He scurries up the telephone pole.

She laughs sipping before the owner points to the stupid shack door to leave.

~ Jacks it in and drops down near, as the screen statics on to the next scene.
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Security footage ~ 

Switchblade - Pulling his blades from the broken hood of the broken car, "Evil dragon, you conceal my prey, but have him still, I will, for you are not my first slay.  Inside your glass eyes, I see the man you venerate, and so your foul scales ... I must penetrate."  

 

Tears the door off, then two fast stabs before walking away.  The two dogs are briefly seen as they circle at the bottom corner of the screen to follow dopishly.

 

...

 

Chief - "Interpol's still waiting at your shitty little apartment."

Hunter - "I know."

...

Chief - "heh"

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Miserella - Flipping burgers on the barbecue while wearing a Red Rocket (see GI Joe) on her head, "What I already paid the year's property taxes so all I need is food."

Bets - "Um."

 

Miserella - "What !?  I Got this."

Bets - "Fine.  But you only eat hamburgers now."

Miserella - "Do You know where the kitchen is in this place !?  I skated all the fuck around it ... I have no fucking clue."

Bets - "I see."

 

...

Miserella - "I sleep in the living room now.  I set up little kitchen in the closet."

 

...

Miserella - "And fine I'm Selling the art the creepy guy's coming tomorrow.  You know the art world is strangely underground I had to meet him in a warehouse in the middle of the night at a warehouse with a Picasso wrapped in brown paper."

Bets - "And he was legit ?"

 

Miserella - "He was cash.  But he had it !  So ... "  Pulls out a calculator (?), "If I eat $3000 dollars a month ... that's ... huh."

Bets - "What about fuck around funds."

Miserella - "I have no idea how to unload doubloons."

Bets - "Did  you just say 'doubloons' !?  Why not just get a smaller house !?"

 

Miserella - "Because I want to be able to start a school for gifted youngsters."

 

...

 

Bets - "Is that a joke ?"

Miserella - "Yeah but the thing is I know if I sell it, I'll won't actually be able to again."

 

...

 

Bets - "Huh."

...

 

Bets - "What about like a party motel ?"

Miserella - "That's actually a way better idea." 
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Meanwhile at his shitty little apartment three men wait ...

Obvious lead - Reaching into his pocket, "Fuck this guy, I need a cup of coffee."  The two men smash the door open, he looks up from his lock-pick set ... "Jesus Christ.  You.  Make the fucking coffee."

First - "I'm sorry."  Sulks into the apartment.

Lead - "And you go wait outside, you get no fucking coffee at all."

Second - "aw."  Sulks away.