TEASER

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
A pick-up emblazoned with "Missionville Police" putters down
a dark and lone road. A heavy winch and ramp in its bed.
INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
SHERIFF JACOBS (58) steers with one hand, leans lazily with
the other arm on the open window frame.
He fiddles with the FM dial when his radio BUZZES.
VOICE (V.O.)
(filtered)
Dad--I mean Sheriff?
SHERIFF
Buck?
BUCK (V.O.)
(filtered)
Yeah?
SHERIFF
What do you want? You called me.
BUCK (V.O.)
(filtered)
Right. Someone called in about
'nuther deer carcass, just off the
highway. That's close to where you
are right now.
SHERIFF
How do you know where I am?
BUCK (V.O.)
(filtered)
GPS, 'member?
SHERIFF
Right.
(beat)
Any word from my daughter yet?
BUCK (V.O.)
(filtered)
No, sir.
SHERIFF
Shoot. Where's that carcass?

2.

EXT. ROAD - LATER
The truck pulls up to the side of the road, next to a thicket
of woods.
The DEER CARCASS sits just off the edge of the road.
Sheriff heaves his heft out of the truck to inspect the
carcass. He approaches, leans down for a closer look.
A branch CRACKS somewhere in the nearby woods.
Sheriff's alerted to the sound. He stands up and takes out
his flashlight to illuminate a patch of trees -- nothing.
He moves the flashlight back to the deer. On it's neck: bite
marks and three gashes. Blood trickles from the wounds.
A RUSTLING in the woods.
SHERIFF
Hello? Someone out there?
POV - FROM WOODS:
The flashlight aims right at us. We're BLINDED.
Sheriff turns the flashlight off, nervously hooks the deer's
legs together, pulls it onto the ramp and connects it to the
truck's winch. He starts it up.
The woods make him uneasy as he waits for the carcass to be
pulled, slowly, onto truck.
SHERIFF (CONT’D)
(quietly)
C'mon, c'mon.
The painful wait is over, the deer's on the truck. Sheriff
gets back in.
INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
Sheriff makes some notes on a pad.
BUCK (V.O.)
(filtered)
You pick up that carcass yet?
SHERIFF
(into radio)
Yup. Just about to head back to the
station.

3.

BUCK (V.O.)
Okay, Sheriff. Ten...ten, uh.
SHERIFF
Four, Buck. Ten-four.
BUCK (V.O.)
Roger. Over n' out.
Radio clicks OFF.
SHERIFF
(shaking head)
My idiot son-The trucks tail end jerks suddenly.
Sheriff turns the flashlight to the rear of the truck:
SPOTLIGHT ON - grotesque dripping jowls, gnawing at the hide
of the deer. Some-THING is in the truck!
Sheriff drops the flashlight, spins in his seat.
SHERIFF (CONT’D)
Holy crap!
His foot stomps the accelerator -- but the truck only lurches
forward in place.
Hand-brake still on.
His hand fumbles to turn the brake off, puts truck in gear.
He guns the gas pedal -- just as a CLAWED HAND SMASHES the
windshield from atop the roof.
EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS
The truck peels away.
The jostling flashlight gives us a strobe-like view of the
ghoulish creature as it rolls from the roof --- knocking the carcass off the truck in the process.
The ramp spits up sparks as it GRINDS on the old road.
INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
Sheriff drives, terrified.
He finally eases off the gas, thinks he's in the clear. Hears
the GRINDING of the ramp. So wishes he didn't.

4.

He stops. His white-knuckled hands grip the steering wheel.
He looks in his side-view mirror: the end of the ramp hangs
from the back of the truck bed.
SHERIFF
Dang it!
EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS
Sheriff's feet gingerly touch the pavement.
He grips the side of his truck as he walks to the rear.
Reaching the back, he peers into the night, beyond the taillights glow.
No sound, only that of CRICKETS and his own heart pounding.
Sheriff bends to put the carcass back onto the truck.
He hears something in the trees -- then the PATTER of feet on
grass, approaching at a quickening pace.
He reaches for his flashlight and gun as fast as he can -EXT. ROAD - PULLBACK - CONTINUOUS
-- two FLASHES of light as GUNSHOTS ring out across the dark
and empty fields that hug the lone road.
An unearthly SCREAM. Sheriff WAILS in pain.
EXT. ROAD - TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
His gun clatters to the ground. His squirming body gets
pulled into the woods. His pained MOANS stifled by a SHRIEK
that echoes into the night.
CUT TO BLACK.

TITLE: RISE OF THE REPTOIDS

(CONT’D)
(CONT’D)
(CONT’D)

5.

ACT ONE
EXT. MISSIONVILLE - MORNING
We fade in on an OLD SIGN: “Welcome To Missionville - The
Oldest Mining Town In North America.”
“Oldest” is graffiti’d over with “Only.”
The streets bustle with the activity of TOWNFOLK going about
their daily routine.
EXT. MISSIONVILLE SCHOOL - MORNING
CHILDREN herded by TEACHERS stream through the front doors. A
Missionville Police car pulls in front.
INT. POLICE CAR - CONTINUOUS
JACKY JACOBS (35) puts the car in park. Turns to her
passenger, CODY JACOBS (6).
JACKY
Okay, jackrabbit. What do I tell
you every morning before school?
CODY
Be good. Pay attention.
JACKY
(kissing his forehead)
That's my boy.
One of Cody's teachers, MARY VICKERS (40’s), walks by.
MARY
Hey, Jacky.
JACKY
Mary.
MARY
How was your date last night?
She leans across him, opens his door.
JACKY
Go on. Love you.
CODY
(getting out)
Love you too, mamma.
Jacky doesn't look at Mary as she puts the car into gear.

6.

JACKY
Don't you have anything better to
do than gossip?
MARY
Not really-Jacky peels off before listening for Mary's retort.
INT. POLICE STATION - MORNING
SID (30’s), another of Missionville's finest, makes coffee as
Jacky enters.
SID
Mornin', Jacky.
JACKY
Mornin', Sid. Coffee?
SID
Workin' on it. How was your date?
JACKY
Don’t you start now. People need to
mind their own freakin' business.
SID
Small town.
Sid smacks the side of the coffee maker: a brownish goo oozes
from the spout.
Jacky and Sid look at each other.
JACKY
Diner?
SID
Diner.
INT. IDA'S ALL DAY DINER - MORNING
The center of Missionville's tiny universe.
Proprietor, IDA (50’s), rolls herself from table to table on
a pair of roller skates.
Jacky and Sid sit at a booth. Ida rolls up.
IDA
Mornin', Jacky. Mornin', Sid.

7.

JACKY AND SID
Mornin'.
IDA
The usual?
JACKY
You bet.
IDA
(to kitchen)
Two All-Day Breakfast Specials!
Jacky and Sid hold up their mugs for their morning injection.
Ida gives Jacky an inquisitive look as she pours.
JACKY
Don't ask.
IDA
(innocent)
What?
JACKY
You're as bad as Mary Vickers.
IDA
Well maybe you shouldn't take your
dates to the only bar in town.
JACKY
Maybe I would if the only bowling
alley in town wasn't attached to
the only bar.
Ida rolls away to serve someone else.
SID
You went bowling?
JACKY
Shut up.
(beat)
No word from daddy yet?
SID
Nadda. Buck said he went to pick a
deer off the road last night but he
hasn't been back since.
JACKY
I hate when he does that.

8.

SID
He's probably roamin’ the woods for
flowers again.
JACKY
(sadly)
Mamma loved her flowers...
SID
Good thing you came back. After
your mamma died he couldn't do the
job no more.
Ida rolls by and slides them their plates of breakfast.
IDA
Two All-Days.
SID
(to Ida, holding up mug)
Refill.
Ida rolls by again in the other direction, slowing just
enough to fill Sid's mug without spilling a drop.
JACKY
I came back for Cody.
SID
When you first left for the "big
city", everyone was so proud.
Someone from Mission's actually
gonna make something of themselves.
I was jealous.
JACKY
Oh please.
SID
I was. Even in high school. Jacky
Jacobs: school president. Jacky
Jacobs: prom queen. Jacky Jacobs-JACKY
Give it a rest will ya?
(looks at wall clock)
Daddy should've checked in by now.
BUCK (30’s) rushes through the front doors, almost crashing
into Ida.
IDA
Slow it down ya big oaf!

9.

He runs up to Jacky's table -BUCK
Daddy's missin’!
Jacky and Sid bolt up from their seats.
EXT. ROAD - MORNING
Sheriff's abandoned truck still idles by the road, blue smoke
spews from the exhaust.
Jacky kills the engine. Sid inspect the scene as Buck sets a
perimeter.
JACKY
When was the last time you talked
to him, Buck?
BUCK
‘round eleven. He was gonna grab
the deer and head back to the
station. Never heard back after
that.
Jacky walks to the middle of the road, and for all it's
worth:
JACKY
DAD?!
BUCK
DADDY!?
JACKY
DAD-DY!!
Resigned, she returns to the task at hand.
She inspects the ground at the back of the truck: blood. But
not the usual color...GREEN.
Jacky drops to the ground on her stomach, looks under the
truck...
JACKY (CONT’D)
I found daddy's gun.
She fishes it with her pen. Sid kneels next to her.
JACKY (CONT’D)
It's been fired. Twice.

10.

BUCK
The windshield's cracked. And the
roof's all scratched up.
SID
That blood don’t look right.
BUCK
Shouldn't we be callin' a search
party or the state or something?
JACKY
Already called.
BUCK
How can you be so calm when daddy's
missing?
Jacky stands up, surveys the woods only a few feet away from
the truck.
JACKY
‘Cause I have no choice.
She puts a sampling of the green blood into a vile and jogs
back to the car.
BUCK
Where ya going?
JACKY
(getting in)
To call blood analysis. See if
y'all can find that other casing.
(driving off)
And call the Mayor!
INT. POLICE STATION - LATER
Jacky's at her desk on the phone.
JACKY
(into phone)
This is Deputy Jacky Jacobs,
callin’ from Missionville. I need
to fast-track a blood analysis for
a case involving a possible missing
Sheriff.
(beat)
Right. I'll have it to you ASAP.
Thank you.
She hangs up and just sits alone for a beat.