* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *
EXTERIOR - FALLSVILLE - DAY
This is Fallsville in the 1960s, so everything should be shot through various filters to give shots a fuzzy, prismatic quality like the Woodstock film or an After-School Special about the dangers of LSD. A GIRL and BOY, both disgusting hippies, dance in a field as the boy plays a pan-pipe.
JIM (voice over)
Apparently, there was this girl who lived in Fallsville
back then and she took a lot of acid.
The Girl grins, pushes the pan-pipe Boy to the ground and falls on him.
And she also did the bone-dance a lot.
EXTERIOR - FALLSVILLE - NIGHT
Still in the 1960s. The Girl is having a bad, bad trip.
The story goes that she was already pregnant when
she tried the Owsley Purple Moonbeam, this strain
of LSD that would supposedly give the tripper psychic
powers. Thing was, it didn't give you psychic powers, it
just made really bad things happen in your brain.
It gave a lot of kids birth defects whose moms took it
before they got pregnant.
INTERIOR - WOMB - NIGHT
A fetus, writhing in the midst of chemical lightning.
And if you were unlucky enough to actually be in utero
when your mom took it, bad bad things happened to you.
And when the kids popped out…
INTERIOR - HOSPITAL - DAY
The doctor holds up a hopelessly misshapen baby to the Girl, who screams and hides her face.
INTERIOR - NEEDLE TRAX - NIGHT
Well, you get the picture. So the story goes that
this girl took her kid to Snakeland and…tossed him
in the water in the back.
That's fucked up.
That's the 60s for you. The most self-centered, self-congratulatory
decade in the history of decades. (shrugs) If that thing survived,
some sort of dark power kept it alive. And it must be using that
same power source to take out all your classmates. Just
the same way it took out those two workers. (pauses,
looks around) So what do you guys think you want to do?
(exhales) We gotta go in there, into Snakeland. We gotta
find this thing, fight this thing.
(scoffs) You guys don't know that place!
You'll fucking fall down a hole and die!
(pissed) Well, what do you suggest, tough guy?
(serious) We'll go into Snakeland, but
we'll all go…together.
Hoover nods gravely. Jim smiles.
Okay then. You guys better all get going
before it gets any later.