EXT. RIVER. DUSK
Black River, Mississippi Basin, Louisiana
The “Ma Beauté”. A small compact boat chugs slowly down the river leaving a gentle wake rippling in the sunset. On the banks: the beginning of the swamplands. Drooping vegetation and twisted roots create a natural maze.
INT. “MA BEAUTÉ”, CABIN.
A small wooden cabin. The last rays of sunlight struggle to break through the trees and into the small room. A man in his fifties lights up a cigarette and settles down on a chair in front of a cramped desk. His name is PETER WELLES. He stares blankly out of the window. The small river almost dissolves into the tree line becoming an extensive swampland either side. It was a sight he had seen a million times before. Even bathed in the sunset it held little beauty for him anymore. He closes his eyes.
Thump! The underside of the boat is hit by something. The vessel lurches momentarily in the water.
Welles rushes up on deck.
EXT. “MA BEAUTÉ”, DECK.
He sees his friend CONRAD LANDRY at the controls. Landry is maybe ten years younger then Welles and is wearing a blue cap. Landry turns to Welles.
Must have been a log or tree root.
This far out?
Happens. I wouldn’t worry about it, the way the wood rots in this water it bounces right off.
(walking to the back of the boat)
Seemed a lot bigger then a rotten piece of wood.
Welles peers behind the back of the boat. There is certainly something in the water back there, but it’s hard to see. Chances are it is just a log. He grabs the flashlight and shines the beam out over the water. Nothing. Now he’s puzzled. Where’d the log go? Eventually he looses interest.
He hears a shout from Landry.
Peter! Hey Pete! Come here! You gotta see this!
Welles rushes to the front of the boat. Landry doesn’t need to point out what he is looking at. Immediately Welles’s attention is drawn to a huge commotion in the water. Quickly he directs the boat light across. About fifty feet from the boat and close to the shore there seems to be two animals struggling. Mist and spray fill the air and the animals are more clearly heard then seen. After a titanic battle we see the water heavily stained with blood. The two men strain to see what is left of the loser. A jaw and a set of teeth break the surface.
What is that?
I dunno…………it’s not moving.
Wait I think I can make it out.
The men see the disembodied jaws of a large alligator. Seemingly cleaved from the rest of its body.
Christ it’s a gator.
(looking at Welles, shocked)
What the hell happened to the rest of it?
The men look back out over the river. Welles shines the boat light down on the water. Underneath the surface we see an undulating black shape longer then the boat itself. It swims towards the vessel. Welles’ light begins flickering before finally going out.
Dammit! Piece of crap!
The creature passes underneath the boat causing it to heave and groan. The men rush across to the other side and watch the creature fade away into the darkness. Welles struggles with the light. He bangs it against the side of the boat.
I wanna get a look at this thing
It flickers back to life sending a beam of strong light out over the water. CLOSE UP of the water. We see a long black shape change direction and head back towards the boat. The two men look at each other with a horrified expression.
SUPERNATURAL – "LAIR"
EXT. “CROCODILE BUNDY” SALON, EVENING
Baton Rouge, Louisiana
CLOSE UP of a wooden electric pylon. Various posters of boats are plastered over every available space. They all seem to be “missing” posters. CAMERA PANS past the post and focuses on the Salon.
Sam and Dean are sitting at a table in the corner of the smoky bar. Dean is tapping along to the music on the jukebox.
MUSIC CUE – “Poor Boy Blues” - Poison
On the TV on the wall we see a news reporter standing in the swamps surrounded by workmen and machinery. But due to the sound drowned out we don’t know the relevance of this.
Come on, at least try some.
I have tried. I’ve been trying all day.
No you haven’t, the only words of it you’ve spoken is the cities name.
Look if guys were meant to speak French it would come more naturally. French is for chicks on perfume ads.
Always the diplomat.
Anyway, my natural charm renders language unnecessary. It’s about time you did the talking for once.
You know what they say about empty vessels right?
Dean spots an attractive young blonde girl at the bar. He raises his eyebrow.
(smiles at Sam)
Well I think its time for this empty vessel to make some noise.
Dean walks off.
I thought you said you didn’t ….
Dean slides up beside the girl. He notices she is staring at the stuffed alligator behind the bar.
You know I think you could do much better tonight.
You think so huh?
Friend of yours?
I was just wondering why they had a stuffed alligator in a bar called “Crocodile Bundy’s”
Some people would do anything for a pun I guess. My name’s Dean and the egghead
(motions to Sam)
is my brother Sam.
They shake hands.
So Jessie, what’s a girl like you yadda yadda yadda….
Well I’m a student at Louisiana State. I’m studying marine zoology. Predators in particular. I came down here with my girlfriend to check out the alligators. The bayou is famous for them you know.
Yeah she’s outside getting some gas for our convertible. We wanna be on our way before the cops get here.
Funny, that’s………….that’s funny.
Nah she’s my classmate. We’re finishing our thesis on marine predators. Thought we could mix some business with pleasure for half term.
How much pleasure have you planned on fitting in?
Well actually I have a confession to make.
I really wanted to come down here to check out the reports of Blacky. It’s been a bit of a hobby of mine.
You know Blacky? The monster of the Black River?
THAT Blacky. Yes of course.
Same reason we are too, actually.
Jessie looks at him skeptically.
Me and my brother travel round the place, we like looking up stuff. Rare creatures, scary monsters that type of thing. Wendigo’s, jersey devils, werewolves……..
Really? Well why don’t you come along then? Seeing as you’ve so much experience monster hunting you just might come in handy.
ENT. HOUSE ON THE BAYOU, PORCH. EVENING.
An old woman is on her porch rocking back and forth on her chair. Her house is remote, tittering on the edge of a swamp. The house is placed along the river just as it opens into a large lake. A small hill runs down to the waters edge lined by trees. The swamp has a slightly creepy aesthetic especially this time of day, but some people like it. She looks up to admire the view before returning to her book. A shaggy gray dog is playing with a small rubber ball at her feet.
Herby you nuisance!
She picks up the rubber ball and throws it as far as she can. It rolls down the grassy slope gathering momentum as it goes. It rolls over the small bank and plops in the water.
EXT. WATER’S EDGE.
The dog playfully leaps into the water. He spots the ball bobbing up and down and swims towards it. Suddenly the dog disappears under the water. No yelp, no blood, nothing.
It’s getting late. The old woman puts her book down. The dog still hasn’t come back.
Herby I told you not to go out swimming. There’s gators around.
The woman heads down to the water.
EXT. WATER’S EDGE.
Herby’s collar is still floating by the waters edge.
She reaches across to pull out the collar. WHOOSH! From nowhere a huge creature rises from the lake, dark webbed claws grip the muddy bank. It’s disproportionately large jaws, firmly fixed around the woman’s head, drags her into the water. Her screams are muffled and short lived. We see a CLOSE UP shot of the dog collar still bobbing on the water.