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CLAY01    6' GREEN CLAY FROM OUTER SPACE: meteor falls

INT NIGHT CLOSE-UP: KATIE'S ROOM

(Katie sculpts the final touches on a miniature clay rabbit.
Camera pans around the room showing close-ups of several other
clay miniatures of mammals, insects and birds on every shelf,
dresser-top and window sill in the room. Finally, the camera
pans back to Katie as she holds the finished miniature at arms
length and smiles. She crosses to the window, where she makes
room on the crowded window sill for her new creation. Suddenly
her face lights up.

INT NIGHT OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S ROOM

(Katie watches as a fireball from space streaks across the sky
until it disappears beyond a hill in the distance. Katie holds
up her hands in the form of a picture frame and frames the dead
tree on top of the hill behind which the fireball passed, turns
to camera)

                              KATIE

(whispers to self)

I know where it went!

(hurries out the door and down the hall)

INT NIGHT OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S LIVING ROOM

(the television is on. Katie points over her shoulder toward the
bedroom, she takes a breath to break the news, but notices both
her parents are sleeping. She turns to camera)

                              KATIE

Well, I guess I'm the only one who saw it.

(smiles, whispers to self)

Mom and Dad, can I please go find the meteor?

(pauses, smiles, exiting to garage)

Well, I guess it's alright then.

INT NIGHT CLOSE-UP: KATIE'S GARAGE

(Katie, dawns a headband with LED light attached, turns it on
and off, picks up and examines both sides of a long knife, then
stuffs it into her backpack)

You can't be too careful.

(picks up hammer, swings it, then stuffs it into her backpack)

Just in case there are TWO aliens.

(exits putting on backpack, imitates Mom)

Have a nice time Katie.

(regular voice)

Thanks Mom.

EXT NIGHT WIDE: THE DISTANT HILLTOP WITH THE DEAD TREE

(Katie passes under the dead tree and over the hill out of
sight)

EXT NIGHT WIDE: LANDING SIGHT

(Katie walks on the exposed dirt inside a long wide groove in
the sod while the grass and shrubs at the edges are still
smoldering from the meteor's crash landing. At the end of the
groove is a broken meteor, Katie removes her backpack, pulls out
the hammer and removes the broken pieces with the claw, then
discovers a large, dark, smooth egg beneath that is twice the
size of an ostrich egg, raises hammer to pound the egg, but
hesitates, looks all around, ponders)

                              KATIE

Mother, how am I suppose to know what's in it if I don't crack
it open?

(Mom's voice)

I guess you're right, Katie! Be careful, dear.

(pounds the egg with the hammer shattering the shell. She lifts
and discards the pieces of shell, exposing the green clay inside
to her headlight. She ponders, looks both ways.

(Mom's voice)

This is a little disappointing, I must say, Katie. What is it?

(Regular voice)

It LOOKS like clay. GREEN clay.

(extends finger)

(Mom's voice)

You're not going to touch that thing, are you?!

(Regular voice)

No, Mother, I'll just go home and we'll never find out what it
was.

(pokes clay tentatively, finger sinks in)

Like I said, green clay.

(removes knife from backpack, slices the clay in half, examines
the cut sides with headlamp)

Green clay. Nothing but green clay.

(ponders, looks both ways, lifts both halves, stuffs them into
her backpack)

You know, if it was anybody else, this would have been a waste
of time. But as it happens, I'm a big fan of... GREEN clay.

(exits frame toward home)

INT NEXT-DAY OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S ROOM

(camera passes by a shelf full of Katie's clay creations then
approaches Katie at her desk from behind, both halves of the
green clay are piled next to her with one small chunk missing,
when the camera comes over her shoulder, the object of her
creation comes into view: a green caterpillar nearly complete
and very detailed, she strokes it with a needle-like tool one
last time, then holds it at arm's length, tilting her head both
ways)

                             KATIE

Not bad if I do say so myself. This caterpillar could turn into
a butterfly at any moment.

(lays the caterpillar on the desk, then smiles)

This clay is PERFECT for modeling.

(immediately, the caterpillar animates, its many feet extend, it
changes colors, several hair-like projections grow out of its
back and head, it stands on its feet, and it crawls quickly to
the apple at the corner of Katie's desk, then it bores into the
apple and crawls inside)

Oh, dear!

(places her ear near the apple, listens)

(sound cue: crunching and slurping noise)

Oh, dear!

(she picks up the apple by its stem and carries it at arm's
length out the door)

INT MORNING OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S KITCHEN

(Katie hurries to the sink, drops the apple into the garbage
disposer and turns on the water and flicks the switch)

(sound cue: motor and grinding noise)

(she looks down the throat of the garbage disposer to make sure
the apple is completely destroyed before switching off the
disposer)

                              MOM

(enters frame)

What are you grinding, Katie?

                             KATIE

(startled, she jumps back)

Huh? Oh, ah, an apple. It had a worm in it.

                              MOM

(motions toward the fruit bowl as she continues to the exit)

Well, have another. I bought plenty.

(Katie takes one last look down the disposer, turns, takes a
deep breath, then hurries out of frame)

INT MORNING OVER-THE-SHOULDER: KATIE'S ROOM

(Katie wraps the green clay in too much plastic wrap, then too
much aluminum foil, then three plastic shopping bags, then she
takes it to the closet and hides the lump behind her shoes,
closes the door and flops back against the door and sinks to the
floor, two more deep breaths)

                             KATIE

Clay? What clay? I didn't see any clay!

                              MOM

(knocks, enters)

Katie, honey, have you seen the plastic wrap...

(points, approaches desk)

Oh, there it is.

                             KATIE

You can have the aluminum foil too. I'm finished with it.

                              MOM

(takes both rolls)

What did you need these for?

                             KATIE

Oh, um, ah, I have some clay left over. I need to keep it moist.

                              MOM

(exiting)

I know I've told you this before, honey, but you are a really
good sculptor. These animals are so life-like!

(closes door)

                             KATIE

You have no idea!

EXT MORNING WIDE: SIDEWALK OUTSIDE SCHOOL

                             KATIE

(enters frame wearing school clothes and backpack)

Oh oh!

                            CHUCKIE

(enters frame opposite)

Alright, hand it over.

                             KATIE

You took my lunch yesterday, Chuckie! Why don't you pick on
someone else?!

                            CHUCKIE

(motions impatiently)

Hand it over or I'll rearrange your face. You get my drift?

(shows fist)

                             KATIE

(removes backpack, pulls out sack lunch, offers it)

Here you are... jerk!

(exits frame past Chuckie)

                            CHUCKIE

(snatches lunch, opens bag, peers inside)

Be sure and thank your mother for me, Tuttle.

INT NIGHT WIDE: KATIE'S ROOM

                             KATIE

(finishes the final essay question on her homework, slams down
pencil, sings)

Done!

(stands, stuffs books, papers and pens into her backpack)

What else do I need for tomorrow?

(smirks)

Perhaps a bomb or tear gas for my friend Chuckie.

(smirks)

Poison maybe.

(smirks)

Maybe a laxative!

(smile melts, stands erect, looks toward the closet, head
tilted)

Perfect!

(crosses to closet, retrieves package of green clay from the
back of the closet, tears off the bags, the foil and plastic
coverings, she gouges out a lump of green clay the size of her
palm, exits closet and closes the door)

(jump cut: Katie, now nearly finished with a crab sculpture,
reaches for an Xacto knife, cuts a cleft in one of the claws
then turns to the other claw but stops)

Wait. That's enough for now. I'll finish it tomorrow,

(turns off light)

EXT MORNING WIDE: SIDEWALK OUTSIDE SCHOOL

                             KATIE

(enters frame wearing school clothes and backpack, carrying a
brown lunch bag in one hand and an Xacto knife in the other,
stops)

Oh, there he is.

(sliding xacto knife into bag, peering into bag)

Time to finish my new sculpture.

(close-up: Katie's hand guides the Xacto knife as it slices the
last cleft in the crabs other claw, withdraws knife, tilts head
while looking closely into bag, smiles)

Perfect.

                            CHUCKIE

(enters frame, smiles)

Tuttle! You brought my lunch! How thoughtful of you!

(sternly)

Hand it over.

(snatches bag)

                             KATIE

Chuckie, you jerk! Why can't you pick on someone else?!

                            CHUCKIE

(exiting frame, snooping into bag)

Because your mom always makes the best lunches.

(suddenly a yellow and red crab grabs hold of his nose and
dangles from it, he exits frame running and screaming)

                             KATIE

(exiting frame with a smirk, to self)

What's the matter, Chuckie? Don't you like sea food?!

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