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Leprechaun 2 Script Part 3 |
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Dated December 10, 1993
Written by Turi Meyer and Al Septien
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59 INT. DARKSIDE TOURS' DINING TABLE - LATER
CLOSEUP ON the gold coin, next to a picture of the same one, in an old reference book about folklore and mythology, opened to a chapter about Leprechauns. (The front cover could be the same one from the Main Title sequence, but the pages inside will, of course, be different.)
MORTY: (O.S.) So, all right. You've got a gold coin. It's old and it looks like the one in the book.
Cody and Morty sit at a small round table. It is covered with old books and magazine articles. Morty examines the coin. The conversation is heated.
MORTY: It's probably worth some cash.But, this Leprechaun story...
CODY: Gimme that thing!
Cody snatches the coin from Morty's hands. Morty looks at Cody, noticing he's a little jumpy.
MORTY: (seriously) Listen, Cody, if somehow you've taken some drugs or something, you'd tell me, right?
CODY: (pleading) Morty, you've got to believe me! I saw a real leprechaun!
MORTY: Like three wishes, give me your gold and all that? Get outta here, kid. It's a fairy tale!
CODY: (adamantly) This is no fairy tale! I saw what it can do. Look, look here. (reading) "Leprechauns are devious creatures." They're conniving. Says here, they live by trickery. Even get pleasure out of it.
MORTY: (to himself, worried) Maybe I should've kept you away from all this supernatural stuff.
CODY: He dropped a rack of pots on my head!
Morty starts to get up.
MORTY: Oh. Now I'm convinced.
Cody pulls him back down to the table, anxiously showing him something in the book.
CODY: Look. "They possess telekinetic powers. They can turn invisible at will. They are masters of illusion. Both leprechauns and fairies can only be harmed by wrought iron..."
Morty impatiently grabs the book and flips through it.
MORTY: (facetiously) Right, right. They're greedy as all hell. They like to make shoes. They love to drink. They've got their little pot of gold and if you catch them, they grant you three wishes and all that crap. I've read that stuff. It's made up. It's not real. I use junk like this to sucker the tourists.
Cody disregards Morty and pulls the book back.
CODY: "On his thousandth birthday, the leprechaun laid claim to the lass and, by daybreak, she was never heard from again." (beat, fearfully) That's why he came for Bridget.
Morty closes the book in Cody's face and tosses it over his shoulder.
MORTY: (angered) I should've returned this damn book to the library five years ago! Now, I don't know what you saw, but leprechauns don't exist!
The lights in the office go out.
Without warning, the Leprechaun drops down from above, behind Morty. He stands on a cabinet, holding his shelaleigh. Morty is unaware.
LEPRECHAUN: (angrily) What's that you say? Leprechauns don't exist?
Morty spins around and comes face to face with the Leprechaun. WHACK! The Leprechaun winds up and swings, hitting Morty in the face, knocking him backward with the blow.
Morty falls down, dazed. He knocks over a stack of "franchise certificates". They go flying. The Leprechaun approaches Cody, menacingly.
LEPRECHAUN: (CONT'D) I want me gold!
Cody backs up, toward a bookcase in the bedroom. All of a sudden, a book flies off the shelf, at the far end of the bookcase, and just misses Cody's head. Cody stops in his tracks. Two more books, in rapid succession, fly toward Cody. A third, a little closer. A fourth. Then, the bookcase fires all of its books --a thunderstorm of books firing at our hero. Cody hits the deck, covering his head. Books land all over him, until the shelves are empty. On the other side of the bookcase stands the Leprechaun. His eyes peer out between the shelves. (This bookcase has no "back" to it.)
LEPRECHAUN: (CONT'D) I'll not say it again. You know what I want.
CODY: (gathering his courage) I'll trade you the coin for Bridget.
LEPRECHAUN: A fair trade, lad. Just give me the coin and she's yours. I promise.
CLOSE ANGLE
The Leprechaun has his gnarled fingers crossed behind his back.
BACK TO SCENE
Cody takes out the coin and holds it out to the Leprechaun.
Suddenly, the shelf is pushed over, onto the Leprechaun. It's Morty. He runs and pulls up Cody by the shoulders.
CODY: Why'd you do that!?
MORTY: You can't trust a-Leprechaun! Didn't you read the book?
The bookcase begins to RATTLE.
CODY: Let's get out of here!
Cody heads toward the front door. Morty grabs him.
MORTY: It's crawling with cops!
CODY: The fire escape.
They go for the fire escape. Cody looks behind him, making sure the Leprechaun is not there.
60 & 61 OMITTED
62 INT. DARKSIDE TOURS - AT THE FIRE ESCAPE - FOLLOWING
Morty is at an open window. Security bars are seen on the other side. Morty pulls on a lever by the windowsill, and the security bars swing open. Morty climbs out onto the fire escape. Cody follows. Cody's almost all the way through, when, the window slams down, trapping Cody's foot inside the room. Cody falls onto the fire escape.
63 EXT. FIRE ESCAPE - FOLLOWING
Cody looks back at the window. On the other side, the Leprechaun appears.
LEPRECHAUN: Now you've done it! You've welched on a Leprechaun!
Cody pulls with all his might and gets his foot free. He falls back, onto the fire escape. The window flies open. From within, the Leprechaun reaches for Cody.
Thinking quickly, Cody kicks the bars, that are hinged to the window frame, shutting them in place. The Leprechaun grabs the security bars. His hands singe, letting out wisps of smoke. The security bars are wrought iron! The Leprechaun lets out a yell and retreats into the darkness of the Darkside office. Cody and Morty book down the fire escape.
MORTY: That's one pissed off Leprechaun. Quick, to Brennen's!
CODY: Great idea! It'll be packed!
64 EXT. BRENNEN'S PUB - FOLLOWING
ody and Morty run from the alleyway, behind the Darkside Of£ice, across the street, to Brennen's. They push throuqh a crowd of people to head inside. A particularly inebriated customer, MAT, is being "escorted" out by a bouncer.
MAT: Every day should be St. Patrick's Day!
CODY: D'you see what happened when he touched the bars?.
MORTY: (harried) Yeah, yeah, yeah. Wrought iron. Keep moving.
65 INT. BRENNEN'S PUB - FOLLOWING
Cody and Morty come inside. The smoky bar is crowded with ROWDY DRUNK PATRONS of all sorts. The PUNK GRUNGE, some with spiked green-dyed mohawks, drink green beer next to a group of FAT OLDER MEN with gin noses and smoker's growls. A TOOTHLESS BAWDY HOOKER sits on one of their laps laughing hysterically. The BARFLIES stare out, drunkenly, over their shots of Bushmill. The jukebox blares. The partying has hit a fevered pitch. The scene is a cross between a Bosch painting and a Charles Bukowski novel.
Suddenly the SAME TWO COPS who were seen talking to Morty outside of the Darkside offices come perilously close to Cody. Morty quickly grabs Cody by the collar and pulls him out of the cops' range of vision.
MORTY: Time to take a leak.
OUTSIDE THE MEN'S ROOM
Cody and Morty are about to head inside, when ANOTHER UNIFORMED COP comes into the men's room. Morty quickly turns around with Cody, so his back is to the cop, and then fully ducks inside the bathroom.
66 INT. BATHROOM - FOLLOWING
Cody and Morty get inside. (A partition stands on the inside of the door, to keep people outside from looking in.) Morty checks underneath the stall. They're alone. Morty's mind is racing.
CODY: So, how're we going to get Bridget...?
MORTY: Let me see that coin again.
Cody hands Morty the coin and he inspects it, engrossed.
MORTY: (CONT'D) Son a bitch is real. I actually saw him.
Morty absentmindedly begins to put the coin in his pocket. Cody grabs it from him.
CODY: Morty!
MORTY: Sorry, kid. Force of habit.
CODY: (mad) Every second we waste... who knows what he's doing to her!
MORTY: Don't worry, kid. I know how much she means to you. We're going to catch that little bastard. We're smarter. I know what I'm doing.
Morty peeks out the door, making sure the coast is clear. He begins to head out.
CODY: Where you going?
MORTY: I'm getting a drink.
Morty exits. Cody sighs and goes over to a urinal. He's in the midst of his business when... the door opens. The sound of shoes, CLICKING on the floor, is heard. Cody freezes in place. There is someone entering the bathroom. Slowly, Cody looks below the partition. A pair of black, square-toed shoes are seen...and they have gold buckles. Cody backs up, further into the bathroom. The one window is too high up. He looks around for an escape. There is none. Cody waits for the inevitable. The Leprechaun's shadow is seen on the wall. The shoes come around the partition.
The Leprechaun steps out into the light. It's not the Leprechaun from hell. This guy is an African American LITTLE PERSON, dressed up to look like a leprechaun. He wears a "Kiss me I'm Irish" button, on the lapel of his green coat and a "CELEBRATE ST. PATRICK'S AT BRENNEN'S" t-shirt. He carries a plastic pot o' gold in one hand. Cody is relieved.
LITTLE PERSON: Yo man, want me gold?
The little person takes a handful of the gold coins from the plastic pot o' gold and holds them out to Cody. Cody hesitates.
LITTLE PERSON (CONT'D): Take 'em.
Cody takes the gold coins.
CODY: (puzzled) Thanks.
LITTLE PERSON: It's real milk chocolate.
Cody unwraps one of the coins. Under the gold wrapping is chocolate. He pops the chocolate in his mouth and looks at the fake leprechaun, who smiles back. The African American Little Person has a gold tooth. Something clicks in Cody's head. He rushes from the bathroom.
67 INT. BRENNEN'S PUB - FOLLOWING
Cody steps out of the bathroom and bumps into... The Leprechaun. The Leprechaun turns around. Again, it's a LITTLE PERSON dressed up for the festivities.
CODY: Sorry.
As Cody makes his way back to the bar, he notices that more LITTLE PEOPLE, dressed as Leprechauns, have arrived. It has an unsettling effect on Cody.
Cody sees Frank come up to the bar and place a bottle of Irish Whiskey down in front of Morty. Cody approaches Morty.
FRANK: I wouldn't hang around too long. Cops'll probably be back.
Frank gives Cody a look and leaves them. Morty seems lost in thought, as he stares at the other side of the bar.
CODY: (excitedly in hushed tones) Morty, listen. Houdini's Ruins. Don't you remember? The drunk at the police station said a Leprechaun stole his gold tooth. He came out of a tree at Houdini's Ruins! That's where Bridget is! Let's go!
Morty doesn't move. His eyes are riveted on the end of the bar.
CODY: (CONT'D) Come on, let's get out of here? (no response from Morty) Morty, let's go? (again no response) Morty?
MORTY: (without moving) He's here.
Cody follow's Morty's gaze to the far end of the bar. Seated there is the real Leprechaun. He blends in perfectly with the St. Patrick's day crowd. The Leprechaun sits motionless, staring back at Cody and Morty, with cold unwavering eyes. The Leprechaun shows no emotion. Cody slowly leans in close to Morty.
CODY: Maybe we should go now.
MORTY: Too late.
Cody looks back. The Leprechaun is seated on the other side of Morty.
LEPRECHAUN: (cold and matter of fact) Have I mentioned that I want me gold?
Cody moves in. Morty holds him back.
CODY: (fearless) Not until we get Bridget.
LEPRECHAUN: Bridget? Don't you know she's a married woman?
Cody leans in, as if he's going to slug the Leprechaun. Morty holds him back.
MORTY: (whispering to Cody) I got an idea. Let me handle this. (to bar patrons) Listen up, everybody! Listen up!
The bar patrons quiet down and look at Morty.
MORTY: (CONT'D) My little buddy here just got married. What do you say we all raise our glasses and toast to his good health.
Several of the little people, dressed as leprechauns, come closer.
MORTY: (CONT'D) (to Leprechaun) Have a drink, on me.
Morty takes the bottle of Irish whiskey, opens it and pours a large tumbler. The Leprechaun doesn't move. MORTY: (CONT'D) Oh, is there a problem? I guess that's all part of the Leprechaun myth, that they can hold their liquor. There's nothing to be ashamed about. Whatta you say I get you a... green lemonade, heh heh heh.
The crowd laughs. The Leprechaun is humiliated. Morty is about to take the tumbler of whiskey away.
The Leprechaun grabs it first. With his eyes glued on Morty, he toasts the crowd. He guzzles down the glass, then slams it, upside down, on the bar. Assorted cheers from the little people erupt.
LEPRECHAUN: I can handle me drink.
MORTY: Is that so? Hey Frank, get me a bottle of "Red's Special Rye." I want to show my friend how a real man drinks.
FRANK: (nods, smiling) Coming right up.
CLOSE UP BEHIND BAR
Unseen by anyone, Frank fills an empty whiskey bottle with cola and water.
On the other side of the bar, Cody watches Morty carefully, keeping his distance from the menacing villain. Morty and the Leprechaun's stares remain locked.
CODY: (aside, quietly to Morty) What are you doing?!
MORTY: (aside) Watch and learn.
Frank places a bottle of "Red's Special Rye" down on the bar. Morty pours himself a full tumbler. He guzzles it and slams it, upside down, on the bar. Assorted cheers come from the "taller" contingent of patrons.
The Leprechaun rolls up his sleeve.
LEPRECHAUN: Drink what you want, drink what you're able, if you're drinking with me, you'll be under the table.
Cheers erupt from the little people in the bar. They have a challenge. The Leprechaun grabs the bottle of his whiskey.
Everyone watches intently, as the Leprechaun puts the bottle to his lips. The crowd is silent. The African American little person speaks up.
LITTLE PERSON: (to the other little people) Let's cheer him on guys, he's one of us! (leading the chant) One of us! One of us! One of us!
The Leprechaun drinks it down. Other little people in the crowd start to chant along with the African American little person.
LITTLE PEOPLE IN UNISON: One of us! One of us!! One of us!!!
The Leprechaun slams the empty bottle down on the bar. Cheers explode from the little people. Morty holds his gaze on the evil Leprechaun from hell. Cody takes in the nightmarish atmosphere as it reaches a bizarre crescendo.
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CLOSE UP
The pub is now silent. A full bottle of whiskey is placed on the bar. The Leprechaun's hand reaches out, groggily, and grabs it.
68 INT. BRENNEN'S PUB - LATER
The Leprechaun empties the bottle for the umpteenth time. His eyes are still riveted on Morty and vice versa. But the Leprechaun's eyes are bloodshot and he's having a hard time keeping them open. He's wasted.
Around the bar several little people lie, passed out. The African American little person looks at his watch.
LITTLE PERSON: You're my hero, homey. I'm five thousand.
He leaves. Only Cody, Morty, Frank and the Leprechaun are awake at the bar.
CODY: (aside) When do we go get Bridget?
MORTY: (aside) Relax, she's safe, while he's here.
LEPRECHAUN: (slurring his speech) Pour all you want, pour what you can, he won't beat me...cause I'm a Leprech. ..can.
The Leprechaun lets out a burp, then laughs at his lame attempt at a rhyme. Morty keeps his eyes glued on the Leprechaun. The Leprechaun's eyelids begin to fall and his head begins to drop. Morty seizes the moment. In a flash, he grabs the Leprechaun by the shoulders and holds him, tightly.
MORTY: (through gritted, smiling teeth) You thought you were fast, you thought you were sporty; you thought you were clever. but not as clever as Morty!
The Leprechaun looks up, confused and angry.
CODY: You got him! Now let's go get Bridget!
CLOSE ON LEPRECHAUN
He's staring ahead, concentrating on something intently.
WIDE AT THE BAR
An ashtray DRUNKENLY FLOATS IN MID AIR toward Morty. It zig-zags in the air, then lamely falls on the ground. Morty watches this and nods his head, sadly.
MORTY: Didn't anyone ever tell you not to drink and levitate? Face it, my little friend, you're going to have to do what we ask you.
Suddenly MUSIC BLARES FROM THE JUKEBOX. Cody and Morty glance over to the jukebox. The lights flash. With Morty's head turned toward the jukebox, the Leprechaun grabs the whiskey bottle and SMASHES Morty on the back of the head with it. Morty grabs his head in pain. Cody instinctively moves into Morty with concern.
MORTY: I'll be fine! Get the son-of-a-bitch!
They look toward the front door. It swings closed. Cody runs toward it and looks down the street.
CODY: No sign of him!
MORTY: Sorry to let you down, kid. I had the chance, I blew it.
An idea strikes Cody as he notices something made of iron in the bar.
CODY: Look, wrought iron's the one thing that can hurt him, right?
He grabs a fist full of beef jerky sticks from the bar.
CODY: (CONT'D) I've got a plan.
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69 INT. LAIR - NIGHT
CLOSE ON a large collection of stones. PLINK! Another stone is added to the pile.
WIDER - Bridget has amassed about a hundred small stones on top of the burlap sheet.
BRIDGET: One way or another, I'm going to find a way out of this hell hole.
She gathers up the corners of the sheet, slings it over her shoulder, looks at the various tunnel passages leading out * of the lair, and decisively picks one. She seems determined that this is going to work. Step by step, she heads toward the tunnel and reaches into the collection of stones, leaving a trail behind her, each stone about a foot apart. She reaches the tunnel opening and looks behind her to check up on her trail.
BRIDGET'S POV of her trail
One by one, the stones DISAPPEAR behind her (they "pop out" in the order they were laid down).
ON BRIDGET - She lets out a growl of frustration, throws the stones down, and heads back into the lair.
She .enters the lair, looking for a new idea, when her foot catches on something in the dirt below.
ON THE DIRT - a worn, leathered, blunt corner of some kind of box or package sticks about an inch out of the dirt.
Bridget bends down and begins to dig with her hands.
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69A INT. LAIR - LATER
CLOSE ON BRIDGET - She has some dirt in her face and hair, but she still manages to look beautiful.
ON THE HOLE - it's now about two feet deep. A large box is half dug into the earth.
Bridget grabs hard, and yanks it out.
It's an ancient case of some kind, about two and a half, feet long, and a foot deep. An old, green copper lock keeps it closed. Bridget looks at this strange thing. She takes one of the larger stones and starts pounding on the lock.
BANG! BANG! With each pound on the lock, she speaks one of the following words:
BRIDGET: Kiss, this, you slimy, creep!
SNAP! She breaks the lock and opens the case.
ON CASE - A little velvet shelf makes this thing look something like the case of your grandmother kept her finest silverware set in. Instead of forks and knives,however, Bridget finds two little pipes, a gold-rimmed shot glass, dusty Guinness bottles, and a collection of different miniature Irish whiskey bottles. Bridget lifts up this shelf and finds, underneath, several strange little instruments: cobbler.'stools. Her eye immediately goes to the AWL - a nasty looking thing, something like a screwdriver, but with a painfully sharp point. She picks up the awl. She tries to bend it, testing its sturdiness.This thing is rock hard. She then touches the point with her finger. It's so sharp, it pricks her skin (we need not see any blood). She puts her finger in her mouth for a second, and says:
BRIDGET: (grim determination) Yeah...I've got a little wedding present for you when you get home.
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70 INT. CAFE - NIGHT
An oversized cup of Cafe Latte is filled and placed at the counter, next to ten other finished ones. This is a Hollywood coffee house. It's empty, except for the Melrose hip WAITER, who stands before his last customer, the Leprechaun. The waiter has a "too cool for his own good" attitude. Our villain downs his eleventh cup, trying to sober up.
WAITER: Okay, pal, St. Patrick's Day's over. Time to go home.
The Leprechaun gives the waiter a sinister look.
WAITER: (CONT'D) (with attitude) Just kidding, just kidding. I have to close, okay?
LEPRECHAUN: Aye.
WAITER: Very funny. A method actor. (beat) What's your next gig? One of Santa's elves or one of the seven dwarfs?
The waiter laughs out loud at his own joke.
LEPRECHAUN: (seething) I'm not an elf or a dwarf. I'm a leprechaun.
WAITER: (annoyed) Look, I don't care if you're the tooth fairy. Just pay up, so I can get out of here.
LEPRECHAUN: So, it's me gold you be wanting?
WAITER: Gold Card, Visa, Mastercard. I prefer cash, but maybe you're a little short.
The waiter cracks up at his own joke. The Leprechaun is getting angry. The waiter continues to laugh.
LEPRECHAUN: One should never try to take a Leprechaun's gold.
CLOSE ON THE WAITER - he's at the espresso machine, a huge industrial model, gathering dirty cups. He puts down the cups and leans on the counter.
WAITER: You kill me.
The Leprechaun appears in front of him.
LEPRECHAUN: Now there's an idea.
CHOK! CHOK! The Leprechaun jams two large forks into each of the waiter's hands. The waiter wails in anguish.
Two large steam spigots of the oversized, copper, antique, cappuccino machine twist and point inches away from the waiter's face. The waiter looks back at the Leprechaun in disbelief and fear.
WAITER: No! Please!
The Leprechaun, uncaring, holds out his pipe. It ignites by itself. The Leprechaun takes a drag off of his pipe. He's loving this.
LEPRECHAUN: Hi ho, hi ho.
The waiter tries to free his hands, but they're pinned. The cappuccino machine starts to rattle and vibrate. It's building up steam.
WAITER: No!!!! No!!!!!
EXTREME CLOSE UP
The needle in the gauge on the side of the machine begins to inch its way into the red.
The Leprechaun laughs, insidiously.
Hissing, the machine vibrates turbulently. The waiter screams in fear.
EXTREME CLOSE UP
The needle in the gauge goes into the red. The glass, over the gauge, cracks.
The spigot spews scalding steam into the waiter's face. The waiter screams louder than before. The force of the steam blows the waiter back, but his hands are still pinned to the counter. The skin on the waiter's face begins to sear from the bone.
The Leprechaun exhales a plume of smoke, as he watches.
LOW ANGLE SHOT
The powerful hiss of the steam fizzles out. The waiter falls into frame. His "steam cleaned" skull stares out at camera. The Leprechaun takes the last sip from his caffe latte.
LEPRECHAUN: Aye. There's nothing like a little pick me up.
The Leprechaun chuckles to himself, enjoying his private, morbid sense of humor. He leaves.
71 EXT. GRAND PRIX PARKING LOT - NIGHT
CLOSE ON A FISTFUL OF SLIM JIMS
WIDER - Cody and Morty are at the gate of the lot. Cody is holding the Slim Jims out in front of him.
CODY: Come on, Andretti. We're friends, remember? Look, I brought you a little late-night snack.
Suddenly, Andretti, the guard dog comes around a corner, snarling viciously. He sniffs the Slim Jims. He takes them in his mouth and wanders away from Cody. Morty takes out a robber's pick and starts to work on the lock.
MORTY: Nice work. Now, you're sure this safe is big enough?
CODY: Yeah, it's huge. Big old wrought iron thing. And if it's a tight fit, I'm not shedding any tears.
Morty gets the door open.
MORTY: Me neither. Come on.
They enter the compound. They pass Andretti, who's happily occupied with his snack.
72 INT. MANAGER'S OFFICE - LATER
Cody and Morty break in, using the robber's pick. They enter and head for the safe.
MORTY: There she is!
Morty kisses the safe.
EXTREME CLOSE UP
In the corner, the light of a motion detector box is flashing red. They've tripped a silent alarm. Cody looks around and finds a shelf of racing trophies. He checks under several of them and finds the safe's combination. He crosses to the safe and rolls the dial.
MORTY: I've taught you well, kid.
CODY: Yeah. I'll send you a postcard from San Quentin.
Cody opens the safe.
CODY: Give me a hand with this.
Cody and Morty place the contents of the safe into a file cabinet drawer. Morty attempts to put a wad of cash, from the safe, into his pocket.
CODY: (CONT'D) (sternly) Put it back.
Morty shrugs and puts the money into the file cabinet. The safe, which has wheels, is rolled easily towards the door by Cody and Morty.
MORTY: We'll get a double hernia if we try and lift this thing in the hearse. * See if you can find something to make a ramp. I'll go get the car.
Morty leaves. Cody stays behind.
73 EXT. PARKING LOT - FOLLOWING
Morty comes outside and goes to the hearse. As he opens the door to get in, he's thrown up against the car.
WIGGINS: (O.S.) Security! Keep your hands where I can see them.
MORTY: Ow! You're breakin' my arm!
Morty realizes that it's WIGGINS, a security cop. He forces Morty to lean over the hood of the hearse and handcuffs one of Morty's hands.
WIGGINS: (CONT'D) You tripped the silent alarm, buddy. I'm taking you down.
MORTY: Taking me down where?! You're a friggin' security cop!
WIGGINS: That's security officer, pal. You the only perp here?
MORTY: Perp? What are you talking about?
The security cop handcuffs Morty to the door of the hearse.
WIGGINS: (CONT'D) Never mind, tough guy. Don't go anywhere.
The cop, with his weapon drawn, goes towards the compound.
74 INT. MANAGER'S OFFICE - SAME TIME
Cody finds some two by fours propped up in a storage closet, next to a shelf of painting supplies. He picks one of them up and feels its sturdiness.
75 EXT. GRAND PRIX COMPOUND - SAME TIME
With a flashlight and revolver at the ready, Wiggins approaches the door to the office. He readies himself and yanks the door open, shining the light inside.
76 INT. MANAGER'S OFFICE - FOLLOWING
The light shines on the open safe. It shines around the room. Cody is not there. The cop flicks on the office lights. He searches the room.
With weapon drawn, he comes around the edge of the large desk. In one quick move, he crouches and points his weapon under the desk. Cody is not there.
The cop stands, and notices the storage closet. The door is closed. He positions himself and swings the door open. Pointing his revolver, he looks inside. No one there. Wiggins leaves through the front door.
Above the desk, a ceiling tile is slightly askew. Cody peeks down from his hiding place.
77 INT. SPACE ABOVE SUSPENDED CEILING - FOLLOWING
Cody takes a deep breath. He's eluded the COP. Cody shifts quietly. Suddenly, from the corner of the small space... the Leprechaun comes out of the shadows.
LEPRECHAUN: Watch your head.
The Leprechaun is able to stand upright in the small space, Cody can only crawl. The Leprechaun walks towards him.
LEPRECHAUN: (CONT'D) You may think this line is getting olde, but believe me, son, I want me gold.
Cody scrambles to get away. The Leprechaun steps from support beam to support beam, avoiding the soft, styrofoam tiles.
As Cody looks back, he accidentally puts his hand in the middle of a styrofoam tile and falls through to the office below.
78 INT. MANAGER'S OFFICE - FOLLOWING
Cody lands on the floor, amidst styrofoam tiles. He looks up and sees the Leprechaun peer out over the opening in the ceiling. The Leprechaun growls at Cody.
Cody grabs a nearby lamp. Its stem is a long, mean-looking wrought iron pole, about two feet long. He grabs it and throws it at the Leprechaun. The Leprechaun ducks out of the way before impact. Cody runs off. The Leprechaun peers out from the hole in the ceiling. Cody is gone.
79 EXT. PARKING LOT - LATER
Wiggins walks over to Morty, still handcuffed to the hearse.
MORTY: Look, pal. This has been a big misunderstanding. If you uncuff me, I can reach my wallet, if you know what I mean.
WIGGINS: You trying to bribe me, scumbag? I take my job seriously.
Wiggins releases the handcuff from the door.
WIGGINS: (CONT'D) Now don't try anything. I've had sixty hours of combat training.
Suddenly, a.noise is heard from the manager's office. Wiggins turns and Morty swings his arms around, smashing Wiggins in the chin. Wiggins is down for the count. Morty bends down to get the cop's gun.
MORTY: Should of had sixty-five.
Before Morty can grab the gun, WHACK! The shelaleigh comes out of nowhere, cracking Morty in the back. Morty falls to his knees in agony. The Leprechaun is face to face with Morty.
LEPRECHAUN: It's me olde friend, the drinking champ.
Another painful WHACK! from the shelaleigh.
LEPRECHAUN: (CONT'D) You didn't happen to see the young lad now, did you?
MORTY: No, I came here alone!
LEPRECHAUN: Wrong answer!
WHACK!
Out of nowhere, Andretti, the guard dog, arrives, baring his teeth and growling at the Leprechaun. He inches in on the villain, who turns toward the dog.
Andretti stops barking. He retracts and does an about face, whimpering. The dog runs off. The Leprechaun turns back towards Morty and notices that he's run back into the compound.
80 OMITTED
81 EXT. GRAND PRIX COMPOUND - FOLLOWING
Morty runs for his life.
MORTY: Cody! Cody!!
Suddenly Morty slips and lands up against the fence, separating the compound from the track. Morty turns around and sees the Leprechaun towering over him. The Leprechaun brings down the shelaleigh on Morty's midsection. . THWACK!!
The Leprechaun raises his shelaleigh. The tip of it transforms to a stiletto-sharp point. The Leprechaun presses the point into Morty's neck.
LEPRECHAUN: Where's the boy?
MORTY: I don't know.
A voice is heard from behind.
CODY: (0 .S.) I'm here, short stuff... Come and get it.
The Leprechaun spins around and sees Cody, within the manager's office. Cody stands at the door to the office and can be seen through the upper window in it.
In his hand, he holds the Leprechaun's gold coin. It gleams in the moonlight.
The Leprechaun is momentarily transfixed on its shininess. Like a magician the Leprechaun puts the shelaleigh up his little sleeve, where it disappears.
LEPRECHAUN: Ah, me gold.
The Leprechaun goes to the manager's office. Cody stays behind the door.
CODY: The offer still stands. The coin for Bridget.
MORTY: Don't give it to him!
LEPRECHAUN: I'll keep what I have. And I'll let the two of you live. That's me offer.
CODY: No deal.
MORTY: That's telling him, kid.
The Leprechaun lowers his gaze from the window, in the door, to the door's bottom half. There, he spots Andretti's dog door. Smiling, mischievously, the Leprechaun looks up at Cody.
LEPRECHAUN: So be it. I'll come get it meself.
The Leprechaun dives through the dog door and disappears inside. Suddenly, the front door swings open.
We realize that Cody has pushed the open, wrought iron safe in front of the dog door. The Leprechaun has climbed into it. Cody slams the safe door shut and spins the combination lock. From within the wrought iron safe, the Leprechaun screams in pain.
CODY: Gotcha.
82 thru 87 OMIT
88 INT. SAFE - CONTINUOUS
The Leprechaun is jostled in the safe, touching the wrought iron sides with his bare hands. Every time his flesh connects with the iron, he sizzles and screams in pain.
The safe starts MOVING and the Leprechaun is being tortured.
