THIRTEEN GHOSTS - Daily Script

THIRTEEN GHOSTS - Rev. 10/27/00 4.
4 EXT. AUTO GRAVEYARD - NIGHT 4
Teams of men pile out of the vehicles. The back of the
semi is opened, revealing racks of remote-operated
amplifiers.
Others unload inch-thick, eight-foot-square sheets of
glass, rimmed with aluminum pipe, and inscribed with
ancient text.
The glass sheets are assembled to form a large cube.
Arrays of flood lamps illuminate the canyons of the
wrecking yard in stark white.
One side of the cube remains open... allowing entry
and -- ready to come down in theory, and close the
improvised "mousetrap."
Rafkin walks up behind Cyrus, still massaging his
temples.
RAFKIN
Where'd he get a name like the Breaker
anyway? He a truck driver?
CYRUS
It's simply folklore at work.
The local color exorcising its
demons...
Just then, a hideous HOWL ECHOES through the night -part
human, part God-knows-what. Everyone stops.
Rafkin swallows hard. Tosses away the empty prescription
drugs bottle, then opens an extra-large jar of aspirin,
pops a few into his mouth, crunches them like mints.
CYRUS
... or maybe it's because he broke
his victims into as many pieces as
possible.
(exhaling smoke)
Who's to say...?
Cute...
RAFKIN
A shrill cacophony of METAL AND GLASS erupts from the
maze of the graveyard. A large, dense object flies out
of the darkness and crashes down in front of them in a
cloud of dust.
It's a crushed car. Cyrus sighs...
(CONTINUED)