Monsters are Due on Maple street

(looks around at the circle of faces, his eyes frightened,his face contorted).

But...but I didn’t know who he was. I certainly didn’t know who he was. He comes walkin’ out

of the darkness—how am I supposed to know who he was? (He grabs STEVE.) Steve—you

know why I shot! How was I supposed to know he wasn’t a monster or something? (He grabs

DON now.) We’re all scared of the same thing. I was just tryin’ to...tryin’ to protect my home,

that’s all! Look, all of you, that’s all I was tryin’ to do. (He looks down wildly at the body.) I

didn’t know it was somebody we knew! I didn’t know—

It’s...it’s the kid. It’s Tommy. He’s the one. [There’s a gasp from the crowd as we cut

to a shot of the mother holding her boy. The boy at first doesn’t understand. Then, realizing the

eyes are all on him, he buries his face against his mother, SALLY.]

[The people shout, accuse, scream. The camera tilts back and forth. We see panic-stricken faces

in close-up and tilting shots of houses as the lights go on and off. Slowly, in the middle of this

nightmarish morass of sight and sound, the camera starts to pull away, until once again we’ve

reached the opening shot, looking at the Maple Street sign from high above. The camera

continues to move away until we dissolve to a shot of the metal side of a spacecraft, which sits

shrouded in darkness.

(looks around at the circle of faces, his eyes frightened,his face contorted).

But...but I didn’t know who he was. I certainly didn’t know who he was. He comes walkin’ out

of the darkness—how am I supposed to know who he was? (He grabs STEVE.) Steve—you

know why I shot! How was I supposed to know he wasn’t a monster or something? (He grabs

DON now.) We’re all scared of the same thing. I was just tryin’ to...tryin’ to protect my home,

that’s all! Look, all of you, that’s all I was tryin’ to do. (He looks down wildly at the body.) I

didn’t know it was somebody we knew! I didn’t know—

It’s...it’s the kid. It’s Tommy. He’s the one. [There’s a gasp from the crowd as we cut

to a shot of the mother holding her boy. The boy at first doesn’t understand. Then, realizing the

eyes are all on him, he buries his face against his mother, SALLY.]

[The people shout, accuse, scream. The camera tilts back and forth. We see panic-stricken faces

in close-up and tilting shots of houses as the lights go on and off. Slowly, in the middle of this

nightmarish morass of sight and sound, the camera starts to pull away, until once again we’ve

reached the opening shot, looking at the Maple Street sign from high above. The camera

continues to move away until we dissolve to a shot of the metal side of a spacecraft, which sits

shrouded in darkness.