GRABBERS
                         
                         
                         
                                Written by

                               Kevin Lehane


                         
                         
                         
                         
                                                  PRODUCTION DRAFT
                                  November 10, 2010
                         
                               Production Draft - PINK
                              Revised, November 16, 2010
                         
                               Production Draft - BLUE
                              Revised, November 19, 2010
                         
                              Production Draft - YELLOW
                              Revised, November 28, 2010
                         
                               Production Draft - GREEN
                              Revised, December 10, 2010
                         
                               Production Draft - GOLD
                              Revised, January 28, 2011
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         FADE IN:
                         
          EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT
                         
          Across the inky swell, a river of moonlight cuts a path to a
          lonely fishing tug drifting with the tide. THE MERRY WIDOW.
                         
          INT. MERRY WIDOW GALLEY - NIGHT
                         
          A light bulb waltzes with the sway of the boat. Three shabby
          Irish fishermen unwind after dinner, playing cards.
                         
          The eldest and scruffiest (the SKIPPER) reveals his hand to a
          young deckhand (GREG). Read 'em and weep.
                         
                                              GREG
                     You can't be serious?
                         
          Laughing, the Skipper unspools himself from the cramped table
          as he and ROY, the bloated first-mate, clamber above deck.
                         
                                              GREG
                     Every bloody night.
                         
          EXT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
                         
          Roy and the Skipper check the hauled in nets, until ...
                         
          A SILENT ARC OF LIGHT SLICES ACROSS THE SKY.     It careens
          downwards in a furious trajectory and --
                         
          BOOM!!   A mile off their port it collides with the sea.
                         
                                              ROY
                     Did you see that?
                         
                                                SKIPPER
                     ... Yeah.
                         
                                                ROY
                     A flare?
                         
          The Skipper watches the water.     Unsure.
                         
          Greg leaps on deck brandishing a clutch of cards.
                         
                                              GREG
                     Ye cheated! There's five aces!    I
                     counted 'em!
                         
          The Skipper brushes past Greg, distracted.
                         
                                              SKIPPER
                     Secure the lines.
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          Greg looks to Roy.
                         
                                             GREG
                    Not so funny now, huh?
                         
          Roy plucks one of the five aces from Greg's hand and flips it
          over. Its backing is red.
                         
                                             ROY
                    It's from a different deck, ya
                    muppet.
                         
          He sticks it to Greg's damp forehead and carries on as
          ordered. Greg turns the remaining aces over. They're blue.
                         
                                                GREG
                    ... Shite.
                         
          EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT
                         
          Foam rises as bubbles crest violently. Closing in, the Merry
          Widow casts its searchlight across the churning surf.
                         
          INT. PILOTHOUSE / EXT. OCEAN
                         
          The Skipper steers carefully, holding a radio mic.
                         
                                             SKIPPER
                                       (INTO MIC)
                    Haven Point. Haven Point. Haven
                    Point. This is Fishing tug Merry
                    Widow. Call sign echo whiskey
                    niner ait fife. Position five
                    nautical miles west of Erin Island.
                    Responding to unknown distress
                    flare. Over.
                         
          The Skipper pulls back on the throttle, sloshing to a stop.
                         
          He taps the sonar screen.     A hazy shadow engulfs the readout.
                         
                                             SKIPPER
                    Definitely something ...
                         
                              ROY (O.S.)
                    Over there!
                         
          Roy shines his flashlight over the rail.
                         
                                             ROY
                    There's something in the water!
                         
          Suddenly Roy wheels overboard, yanked into the murky sea.
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          The Skipper drops the mic and rushes to the rail with Greg.
                         
                                                SKIPPER
                    Roy!
                         
          Roy's glowing flashlight bobs in the water.
                         
                                             SKIPPER
                    Can you see him?!
                         
          A hundred yards off on the opposite starboard side, far
          behind them, Roy surfaces SCREAMING!
                         
          Greg and the Skipper rush to the starboard rail.
                         
          Roy's gurgled, tortured cries mist in the air.
                         
          The Skipper snaps into action.   Seconds count.
                         
                                             SKIPPER
                    Don't lose him!
                         
          Greg points, fixing Roy's position.
                         
          The Skipper grabs a lifebuoy, lights it up and throws.
                         
                                             SKIPPER
                    Roy! Don't panic, mate.     Swim for
                    the buoy!
                         
                                             GREG
                    C'mon, Roy, kick!
                         
          Roy's head strains the surface, his arms flailing in agonised
          spasms ...
                         
          ... And then silence as he goes under.   The sound of water
          sloshes and laps against the hull.
                         
          The Skipper stares hopelessly at the water.      Greg's pointed
          hand trembles. He lowers it.
                         
          The Skipper shoves a lifejacket into Greg's chest.
                         
                                                SKIPPER
                    Put it on.
                         
                                             GREG
                    What happened?
                         
                                             SKIPPER
                    Just do it, boy.
                         
          Greg does, fumbling.
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          The Skipper loads a flare gun and aims it overhead -- WHOOSH!
          The glowing red beacon graffities the starry sky.
                         
                                 COASTGUARD (O.S.)
                                          (VIA RADIO)
                       Merry Widow. Merry Widow. This is
                       Coastguard Haven Point. Please
                       respond. Over.
                         
                                                SKIPPER
                       Radio a mayday!
                           (off Greg's hesitation)
                       Move!
                         
          Greg scrambles back to the helm --
                         
          INT. PILOTHOUSE / MAIN DECK - INTERCUT
                         
          -- and snatches the radio mic.
                         
                                                GREG
                                          (INTO MIC)
                       Mayday-Mayday-Mayday.
                                          (SEARCHES CHART)
                       Merry Widow, uh, echo whiskey niner
                       ait fife. Man overboard. Man
                       overboard. Emergency assistance
                       required. Position --
                         
          The Skipper scans the glassy sea with a flashlight.
                         
                                                 SKIPPER
                       ROY?!   ROY?!
                         
          Subtly at first, the buoy's bight of rope twinges.    The
          Skipper sees it. His eyes narrow --
                         
          -- it jerks like a fishing line.    The Skipper grabs it and
          reels it in.
                         
                                                SKIPPER
                       C'mon, Roy, mate. Fight.
                         
                         UNDERWATER
                         
          The buoy's rope moves towards the boat.
                         
          INT. PILOTHOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Suddenly the trawler keels steeply.     Greg grips the fittings
          for support as debris rains on him.
                         
                                                GREG
                       Jesus Christ!
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                                 COASTGUARD (O.S.)
                       Received Mayday, Merry Widow.
                       Emergency rescue team dispatched.
                       How many aboard? Over.
                         
          Water laps over Greg's feet as the boat rights itself.       Greg
          surveys the flooded deck. The Skipper's gone.
                         
                                                GREG
                                          (INTO MIC)
                       Please hurry.
                         
                                 COASTGUARD (O.S.)
                       Hold your position, Merry Widow,
                       rescue chopper on its way. Over.
                         
          Greg drops the mic and edges outside.
                         
          EXT. MAIN DECK - NIGHT
                         
          The deck swims with water.      Greg holds his breath, listening.
                         
                                                  GREG
                       Skipper?
                         
          The abandoned C.B. mic swings to and fro.        Almost playfully.
                         
                                 COASTGUARD (O.S.)
                       Merry Widow, how many aboard?
                       Over.
                         
          Greg rounds the pilothouse, breathing heavily.
                         
          Suddenly what looks like a weird, headless black snake feels
          its way towards his boots. Greg turns and bolts.
                         
          He scrambles to the stern amongst the nets and snatches a
          gutting-knife with both hands.
                         
          Trapped against the rail, panting, he prays for help but --
                         
          -- HE'S DRAGGED OVERBOARD.      His legs round in the air as he
          cascades into the sea.
                         
          EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT
                         
          Just beyond the Merry Widow, he surfaces gasping.
                         
                                                  GREG
                       Oh Jesus.    Oh Jesus.   Oh Jes--
                         
          He's gone.
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          EXT. OCEAN - NIGHT
                         
          In the moonlight the isolated Merry Widow reposes mournfully.
                         
                               G   R   A   B   B   E   R   S
                         
          INT. LIVING ROOM - MORNING
                         
          CIARÁN O'SHEA lies face down on a sofa. His bed for the
          night. He gropes a dry bottle of whiskey as a mobile phone
          RINGS. He stirs awake. It's no surprise he looks like
          shite, but to be fair he's not bad looking after a wash.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Uh ... Yeah?
                         
          Someone we'll meet later as SGT KENIFICK replies.
                         
                                             KENIFICK'S VOICE
                        (via speaker phone)
                    O'Shea, I take it you've left
                    already because if you haven't,
                    you're late. That ferry gets in at
                    nine.
                         
          O'Shea rises, eyes closed.       Mouth dry.
                         
                                             KENIFICK'S VOICE
                    Where are you?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    ... On the way.
                         
                                             KENIFICK'S VOICE
                    So you're in the car?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    ... Yeah ...
                         
                                             KENIFICK'S VOICE
                    So you're driving while on the
                    phone?!
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    ... No.
                         
                                             KENIFICK'S VOICE
                    In the name of God, I don't b--
                         
          O'Shea hangs up and drops his whiskey bottle in a bin where
          it CLATTERS with yesterday's bottle, and the day before's.
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          EXT. O'SHEA'S HOUSE - MORNING
                         
          An isolated house at the foothills of a mountain.    A white
          Garda patrol jeep leaves the scene and --
                         
          EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - MORNING
                         
          -- rambles along the sunny coast.   At the wheel, O'Shea is a
          very hungover, droopy eyed Garda.
                         
          EXT. ERIN ISLAND - MORNING
                         
          Lush green hills and whitewashed bungalows, pastel beaches
          and multi-coloured fishing boats. Enchanting.
                         
          EXT. MARINA FERRY DOCK - DAY
                         
          Colourful crowds of FAMILIES (TEENS, KIDS, PARENTS) file onto
          the MAINLAND FERRY as it lies moored in the harbour.
                         
          GARDA LISA NOLAN hustles through the masses dragging a
          trolley bag and passing a sign that reads:
                         
                         OILEÁN ÉIRINN, CÉAD MÍLE FÁILTE
                             Welcome to Erin Island
                         
          Lisa opens a map and wrestles with it in the wind.   Soon
          defeated, it blows out of her hands.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Shit!
                         
          She chases it as if running down a mugger but it lifts
          skyward and twirls haughtily in the air.
                         
          Suddenly inching towards her, driving with all the panache of
          an abandoned shopping trolley, comes O'Shea. Bleary-eyed and
          hunched over, he drops his window before her.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Well?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Howya. O'Shea, is it? Ciarán?     We
                    spoke on the phone. I'm Garda
                    Nolan, Lisa.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You're not serious?
                         
          She considers his bedraggled appearance.   He looks like he
          wants to vomit on her.
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                                             LISA
                    Yeah, well. Just being polite.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Are ya gettin' in or what?
                         
                                             LISA
                    I have a bag.
                         
          He pops the boot and gazes back at the road, waiting.
                         
          EXT. ROAD - DAY
                         
          Tyres SPLASH and CRASH in the war against potholes.
                         
          EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY
                         
          The jeep follows the mountain road ...
                         
          INT. PATROL JEEP - DAY
                         
          Wincing, O'Shea hugs the wheel feeling every agonising bump.
          A locket of Lisa's slick ponytail comes undone. She quickly
          yanks it back giving herself a face lift in the process.
                         
          O'Shea belches under his breath and Lisa flinches.    She pulls
          a packet of mints from her bag.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Would you like a mint?
                         
          O'Shea stares at them, then at her.    Barely reading the road.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Nah thanks, they give me heartburn.
                         
          He belches again as they jostle over another pothole. Lisa
          drops her window and her hair erupts in the sea breeze.
                         
          EXT. GARDA STATION - DAY
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa arrive at the station.   Home from home.
                         
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
                         
          Across the grassy dunes, DR JIM GLEESON walks his dog. For a
          health practitioner, he just preaches. He flings a stick for
          his eager collie and it gallops over a dune.
                         
          Dr Gleeson follows, rising over the hill and stops cold as he
          sees across the strand: A POD OF PILOT WHALES LAY BEACHED.
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          INT. GARDA STATION - DAY
                         
          SGT KENIFICK wipes a thumb along his desk. On the verge of
          retirement he looks more like tourist in his sunshine holiday
          garb. He rises to greet O'Shea and Lisa.
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    Garda Nolan, lovely to have you.
                    O'Shea, you look like shite. Would
                    you go way and shave.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                        (re. Kenifick's clothes)
                    A bit eager aren't ya?
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                                       (TO LISA)
                    Smooth crossing?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Smoother than most.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Coffee?
                         
                                             LISA
                    That'd be great, thanks.
                         
          Lisa hands O'Shea a mug from her bag.    He regards it.
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    So what do you think of the place?
                         
                                             LISA
                    It's gorgeous, isn't it?
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    'Tis indeed.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    And quiet as shite.
                         
          Kenifick and Lisa glance at O'Shea.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                                       (TO LISA)
                    Milk?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Uhm, what kind?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Cows.
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          O'Shea and Lisa consider each other.     Lines firmly drawn.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I'll take it black, thanks.
                         
          Kenifick's mobile RINGS and he silences it.
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    So you can have my desk while I'm
                    gone. O'Shea will tell you, 'tis
                    mostly administrative, processing
                    permits and that sort. You might
                    catch the odd bit of commotion
                    every now and then but half the
                    island's leaving for the show in
                    Dungary so it'll be dead all
                    weekend.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I'm sure we can find something to
                    do.
                         
          O'Shea rolls his eyes and passes Lisa her coffee.
                         
                                                LISA
                    Ta.
                         
          She takes it and sits at her desk, feeling her surroundings.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                        (whispered to Kenifick)
                    Is she really necessary?
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    You tell me.
                         
          Lisa carefully arranges her desk how she likes it.     Neat.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You're only gone two weeks.      I
                    can handle two weeks.
                         
                                                KENIFICK
                    You could.     But you wouldn't.
                         
          Kenifick's mobile PINGS.      He checks the text message.
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    Don't be late, I said.      What did I
                    say?
                         
          His phone RINGS again.
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                                             KENIFICK
                    I'm coming, I'm coming.    Right, I'm
                    off.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Not a bother.
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    Rightio. Reports and files in the
                    top drawer, anything you need,
                    O'Shea will be here to show you
                    round. O'Shea?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You're gonna miss your boat.
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    Slán.
                         
          Kenifick leaves. An uncomfortable silence fills the air like
          two strangers in an elevator. Lisa sips her coffee. Hates
          it. O'Shea slumps at his desk, throws his feet up and sighs.
                         
          Kenifick barges back in and O'Shea falls over himself to
          straighten up, burning himself with his coffee.
                         
                                             KENIFICK
                    Won't go far with no tickets.    See
                    you in a fortnight. Be good.
                         
          He snatches them and leaves. O'Shea recovers and notices
          Lisa stifling a smile. The office phone RINGS and O'Shea
          sluggishly reaches for it. But Lisa beats him to it.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Garda Nolan.
                         
          EXT. FISHING PORT (BY MAHER'S PUB) - DAY
                         
          At the dock PADDY BARRETT sorts his lobster traps.   All he's
          short is a parrot and a wooden leg.
                         
          His traps appear empty, some mangled, but before he can
          protest one of the oblong traps leaps. He watches it and
          like a magic trick it leaps again.
                         
          He squats down and gazes between the seaweed strewn cage.
          Nothing to be seen thanks to the seaweed. He prods it and
          lo, it shifts violently. Hopping mad.
                         
          Paddy rises, wipes his frowning forehead with his cap and
          gestures to a fisherman packing ice crates on the dock.
                         
          TADHG MURPHY saunters over.    An alpha male in a beta body.
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                                             PADDY
                    Take a look at this.
                         
          Paddy gently kicks the lobster trap, spurring it. On cue, it
          haphazardly jumps across the wet dock. Tadhg snickers.
                         
                                             TADHG
                    He's a biggun.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    He's not a lobster.
                         
                                             TADHG
                    Then what is it?
                         
          Paddy shrugs.   Tadhg kneels down and peers inside.
                         
          SPLAT! A GEYSER OF GOO SPRAYS IN HIS FACE!        Tadhg staggers
          to his feet, spitting furiously.
                         
                                             TADHG
                    Oh ya bastard, Paddy!      Ya knew it
                    was gonna do that.
                         
                                               PADDY
                    I didn't.    On me life.
                         
          Tadhg wipes away the slime with his sweater.
                         
                                             TADHG
                    Eurgh, the smell.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    So what is it?
                         
                                             TADHG
                    I dunno, it's a feckin octopus or
                    something, it's covered in seaweed.
                    But 'tis no feckin' lobster!
                         
          Tadhg stomps off.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    An octopus?
                         
          Paddy considers the lobster trap, eyes flashing.
                         
          INT. PATROL JEEP - DAY
                         
          Lisa drives safely, under the limit.     A turning approaches.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Do I go...?
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          O'Shea waits for the last second.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    ... Left.
                         
          Lisa turns sharply, amusing O'Shea.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    So you're after the sarge's desk?
                         
                                             LISA
                    What makes you say that?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Just wondering.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Well, I'm not. I'd some holidays
                    saved that needed to be taken and
                    this posting came up and I thought
                    sure what harm, why not? Can't hurt
                    with the review board, you know?
                         
          O'Shea nods, sussing her out.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Where are you stationed?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Dublin Central.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    And how's that working out for ya?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Great. We got drugs, muggings,
                    murders and rapes. Always on the
                    go.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Well you can relax, there's none of
                    that here.
                         
                                             LISA
                    You never know. It's the quiet
                    places where all the mad shit
                    happens. Just open a paper.
                         
          O'Shea smirks out his window.   Lisa notices.
                         
                                               LISA
                    What?
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                                             O'SHEA
                    I bet you haven't missed a day of
                    work in your life.
                         
                                             LISA
                    And should I be ashamed of that?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It's just a job.
                         
          Arriving at the beach, Lisa parks sharply sending O'Shea
          colliding with the dashboard. He recovers, stunned.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Seatbelt.    It is the law.
                         
          EXT. BEACH ROAD - DAY
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa get out of the parked jeep.
                         
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa trundle past some ONLOOKERS (folks we'll
          party with later) and head towards the whales. They plough
          forward until they're upon Dr Gleeson.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    In all me years, never seen
                    anything like it.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Lisa Nolan, doctor Jim Gleeson.
                    Resident physician.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Oh hello, love. How are ya?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Grand, thanks.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You wouldn't have any Aspirin on ya,
                    would ya, Jim?
                         
                                              DR GLEESON
                    I've a few winegums? Would ya like
                    a winegum?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You're all right.
                         
          Lisa moves deeper down the beach and O'Shea follows.
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                                             LISA
                    I'd prefer it if you'd introduce me
                    as Garda Nolan.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Ah, no one minds.
                         
                                              LISA
                    I do.
                         
          Lisa marches on, staggering awkwardly in the soft sand.
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa arrive by the whales and ADAM SMITH, Ph.D.
          nods to O'Shea as they approach. Busy working.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What happened?
                         
                                             SMITH
                        (writing in a pad)
                    One second.
                         
          Lisa's eyes light up at Smith's dismissal of O'Shea. A
          kindred spirit. Once Smith's ready, he ignores O'Shea and
          removes a glove to shake Lisa's hand. So very English.
                         
                                              SMITH
                    Smith.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Lisa.
                         
          O'Shea stares at her.   Typical.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Smith's a marine psychologist or
                    something, did I get that right?
                         
                                              SMITH
                    No.   It's marine ecology.
                         
          O'Shea shrugs, whatever.
                         
                                             LISA
                    That was quick.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    More fortunate really. I'm based
                    here doing studies for the
                    department of the marine.
                         
          Smith hands O'Shea the tip of a tape measure.
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                                             SMITH
                    Hold this, please.
                         
          O'Shea doesn't have a choice. Smith walks the length of the
          whales, stepping around Lisa and touching her as he goes.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    So how long are you here?
                         
                                                LISA
                    Two weeks.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Oh, wonderful. Wonderful.   Are you
                    staying nearby?
                         
          O'Shea interrupts, deliberately:
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    So are they dead?!
                         
                                              SMITH
                    Hmm?   No, they're just sleeping.
                         
          Smith and Lisa share a smirk. O'Shea notices and lets the
          tape measure go, snapping back on Smith's fingers. Ouch.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Slipped.
                         
          O'Shea and Smith trade looks.
                         
                                             LISA
                    So what happened?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Well they're pilot whales. It
                    happens with them from time to time
                    but no one really knows why.
                         
          Lisa notes deep spider-vein gashes on the whales' bodies as
          if they were whipped with a huge cat-o'-nine-tails.
                         
                                             LISA
                    What are those marks?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Not sure. Possible scratches off
                    the rocks while washing up here.
                         
                                             LISA
                    They didn't beach themselves?
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                                             SMITH
                    No, they died at sea.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    All of them? At once?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    It's a strange one all right.
                         
          O'Shea considers the ocean before him.
                         
          EXT. PADDY'S HOUSE - DAY
                         
          A charming little shithole.
                         
          INT. PADDY'S BATHROOM - DAY
                         
          Paddy kicks open the bathroom door.   He plugs the bathtub and
          lets the tap run, filling it.
                         
          He shuffles out and returns wearing a welders mask and
          dragging the lobster trap. He lifts the trap over the bath
          rim and drops it into the bath water where it BUBBLES.
                         
          He removes his mask and peers in at it.   What the feck?
                         
          EXT. DERELICT SITE - DAY
                         
          A dilapidated mill, long since operational. A sign reads
          "KEEP OUT".   The jeep pulls up and O'Shea and Lisa step out.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Hey, Daly, Cooney about?
                         
          On the rim of a demolished "pit" DALY points to a ramp.
          Years of labouring have turned Daly into one big freckle.
          O'Shea follows Daly's directions up a ramp towards the
          demolished frame of a building.
                         
          Daly elbows his MATE, ogling Lisa.
                         
                                             DALY
                    Now that is one arresting woman.
                         
          DALY'S MATE WOLF-WHISTLES.    Appalled, Lisa whips out her
          notepad and pencil.
                         
                                             LISA
                    You, what's your name?
                         
                                             DALY'S MATE
                                       (POLISH ACCENT)
                    Przemyslaw Wojciechowski.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         18.
                         
                         
          Lisa closes her pad.    Forget it.
                         
                                                LISA
                    Carry on.
                         
          In the pit DECLAN COONEY directs Daly.    Although it's not
          possible, Cooney appears pregnant.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Busy?
                         
                                             COONEY
                    Nah, just stripping an oil tank.
                    This place is a death trap sure.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I've warned the kids to keep out.
                         
          Cooney walks along a horizontal ladder towards O'Shea.
                         
          Alone and wandering, Lisa steps into the path of a JCB with a
          big mechanical claw but still gets splashed by chalky muck
          that stain her polished boots.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Watch where you're going.
                         
          Cooney and O'Shea stroll down the ramp.
                         
                                             COONEY
                    Where's Kenifick?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    On holiday. Leaving me up the
                    creek.
                         
                                               COONEY
                    Why?    What's up?
                         
          Behind O'Shea the JCB Claw grabs some scrap from the "pit".
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Well, remember that favour you owe
                    me? I'm looking for some boys to
                    help move a few things off the
                    beach. An hours work, tops.
                         
                                             COONEY
                    What kinda things?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        19.
                         
                         
          EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
                         
          "BEACH CLOSED" signs jut out of the rain soaked sand as
          Cooney, Daly and some HELPERS winch the last of the whales
          onto a JCB DUMP TRUCK, working in the rain.
                         
          Cooney gives Daly's Mate, behind the wheel of the truck, the
          thumbs up and off he goes, engine rumbling.
                         
                                             COONEY
                    That'll do, boys.    Pack it up.
                         
          Daly wipes the rain from his face as the Helpers pack up.
                         
                                             COONEY
                    Don't forget the shovels.
                         
                                                DALY
                    I got 'em.
                         
          Daly ventures towards the shoreline towards a pile of tools
          as everyone else leaves the beach. He gathers the tools, but
          then something catches his eye. He sweeps some sand off of --
                         
                                             DALY
                    -- What in the name of...?
                         
          Daly rises, shocked by whatever it is he sees until -- BAM!
          A tentacle grabs onto Daly's foot and whips his weight out
          from under him. He collides with the wet sand. Winded.
                         
          EXT. BEACH PROMENADE - NIGHT
                         
          Cooney throws the ropes and tools into the car boot.
                         
          EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
                         
          Daly claws at the sand as he's dragged into the sea, yelling.
                         
                                              DALY
                    HELP!   HELP ME!!
                         
          As the ocean consumes him his gurgled CRIES drown out while
          in the sand his struggle is washed away without a trace.
                         
          INT./EXT. COONEY'S CAR - NIGHT
                         
          Cooney waves the other cars off, then sits in his car.   He
          switches on the RADIO and checks his watch. Waiting.
                         
          EXT. BEACH - NIGHT - MINUTES LATER
                         
          Cooney scans the shore and finds the mislaid tools.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        20.
                         
                         
                                               COONEY
                    Daly?
                         
          INT./EXT. COONEY'S CAR - NIGHT
                         
          Cooney sits back at the wheel, one leg resting outside his
          door, holding out for Daly's return as something moves in on
          his ankle.
                         
          Not a second to spare Cooney pulls his foot inside, shuts the
          door and drives off. But the car stalls, snagged on
          something. He steps out, kneels and gazes under the chassis.
                         
          BAM! He's dragged under face first, feet thrashing. The car
          rocks, the RADIO serenading his demise and the AIRBAG DEPLOYS.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          O'Shea leans on the counter, a whiskey before him. Avuncular
          proprietor BRIAN MAHER watches from behind the counter.
                         
          ON A PUB TV: the white helicopter of the Coastguard circles
          the Merry Widow boat. Footage taken earlier in the day.
                         
                              RTE REPORTER (V.O.)
                        (over TV images)
                    -- search and rescue was called off
                    as a search and recover operation
                    became priority. A telling sign
                    that the missing fishermen are
                    believed to have perished.
                         
          Lisa approaches the counter/reception and hands Brian a key.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Hi, do you have an iron?
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    We do indeed.
                         
          Brian moves to get it and Lisa spots O'Shea, throwing her.
          Shoeless, she rises up on her toes. Gaining two inches.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Hi.
                         
          An awkward silence.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Would you like a drink?
                         
          UNA MAHER eavesdrops while wiping the counter.   Una has a
          face you could confide in, but shouldn't.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       21.
                         
                         
                                             LISA
                    Another time, maybe.
                         
          Brian hands Lisa the iron.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Thanks.
                                       (TO O'SHEA)
                    See you tomorrow.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Tomorrow's Sunday.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Oh, right. Well, I have a key so
                    ... see you Monday then.
                         
          She walks off and Una moves in, wiping under O'Shea's drink.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Sparks flying there, huh.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What?
                         
                                             UNA
                    Do you like her?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    She's all right. A bit uptight.
                         
                                             UNA
                    You should talk to her.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I do talk to her.    I talked to her
                    all day.
                         
                                             UNA
                    God, ye're all the same.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Ah leave him off, Una.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Listen to you.
                        (to O'Shea; about Brian)
                    Eight years I was waiting for him
                    to get down on his knee. Have ya
                    ever heard the like of it? My
                    family thought I was mad wasting me
                    time on him.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          22.
                         
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Ah feck them.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Ah feck you, Brian.
                         
          Una shuffles off.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Same again?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Go on.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    I tell you what though if I
                    weren't, you know, I'd be up them
                    stairs like a shot.
                         
          Brian feels Una's stare from across the bar.    He smiles at
          her, placating.
                         
          Grinning to himself at the far end of the counter, Paddy
          fixes O'Shea's stare.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What is it, Paddy?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Wouldn't you like to know?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    No, not really.
                         
          O'Shea turns back to his drink.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    But you would, though.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Nope.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    You would! If you were to know
                    what I know you'd want to know.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    All right, tell us then.
                         
          Paddy shuffles closer, all excited.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Right, between you and me, I caught
                    meself a sea monster today.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011   23.
                         
                                             PADDY (CONT'D)
                    Swear to God, may he strike me
                    down.
                                       (OFF O'SHEA)
                    Ya don't believe me?
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Not a bit.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I'm no liar!
                         
          Brian snickers in the corner.
                         
                                                BRIAN
                    Ha!
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Feck off, you.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    All right, where is it?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    In me bathtub.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    In your bathtub?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Having a bath.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    G'night, Paddy.
                         
          O'Shea downs his drink and saunters off.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Ignorant gobshite.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                        (stops, turns back)
                    What?
                         
                                                PADDY
                    Hmm?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What did you say?
                         
                                              PADDY
                    Nothin'.   Didn't open me mouth.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    He called you a gobshite.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        24.
                         
                         
                                             PADDY
                                       (TO BRIAN)
                    You see you, if this wasn't the
                    only feckin' pub on this shittin'
                    island I'd piss on it than sooner
                    come in here.
                         
                                              BRIAN
                    Fine.   You're barred.
                         
          Paddy thinks a moment, then cracks a smile.
                         
                                              PADDY
                    Ah I'm joking, you know that.   One
                    more, huh?
                         
          O'Shea scoffs and leaves them, following the hallway upstairs.
                         
          INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT
                         
          O'Shea removes a small hip flask from his pocket and drains
          it. Coughs. Composes himself and approaches ROOM #3.
                         
          INT. LISA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Lisa regards her chalk-stained boots. She brushes some of
          the dirt off them, sighs and returns to ironing her uniform.
          A KNOCK comes to her door and she opens it to find O'Shea.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Is everything all right?
                         
          She glances down the hallway.   O'Shea looks too, confused.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What is it?
                         
                                             LISA
                                       (REALISES)
                    What do you want?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Come on down for a drink.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I have work tomorrow.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    It doesn't matter out here.   No one
                    will know.
                         
                                             LISA
                    You're drunk.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         25.
                         
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    I am not.    I'm sober as a judge.
                         
          O'Shea slumps against the door, reclining casually.   Or so he
          imagines.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Is that so? Say the alphabet
                    backwards for me.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    ... Zed ... Et cetera.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I hope you're not driving?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Course not. I'm taking Johnny's
                    horse.
                         
                                             LISA
                    You're going to ride a horse while
                    intoxicated?
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Yeah, so?    The horse is sober.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Amazing, and you're in charge here.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Listen, I think we got off on the
                    wrong foot today.
                         
          O'Shea changes weight to his other leg and accidentally kicks
          over Lisa's side-table.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Feck.
                         
          It clatters to the floor, knocking her toiletries over.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Sorry.
                         
                                               LISA
                    It's OK.
                         
          He helps her pick them up --
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                        (notices a 'Stress Ball')
                    What's that?
                  GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        26.
                         
                         
          Lisa grabs it off him, mortified as he rises with a headrush.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Whoa, that last drink's gone
                       straight to me head.
                         
                                                LISA
                       Just your head?
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Well, other places too.
                         
          O'Shea grins suggestively, reading her wrong.
                         
                                                LISA
                       Do you get this drunk every night?
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Just high days and holidays.
                         
          O'Shea rests against the wall.       Eyes drooping.
                         
                                                LISA
                       Let's get you to bed.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Now you're talking.
                         
          EXT. GARDEN PATH - NIGHT
                         
          Paddy crashes his bicycle into a fence and staggers in the
          gate, mumbling something about bastards and fences.
                         
          INT. PADDY'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                         
          Paddy pours himself a drink of what looks like homemade
          potcheen. Still muttering.
                         
          THUD!    The bathroom door rattles.    He looks at it, wide-eyed.
                         
          INT. PADDY'S BATHROOM - NIGHT
                         
          The door yawns opens and Paddy creeps in, wearing his welders
          mask. He gazes into the tub and removes his mask. There
          just as he left it is the lobster trap, but it's BROKEN.
                         
          Paddy leans down and checks the trap as behind him reflected
          through the slimy residue of his bathroom cabinet's mirror
          something black and slithery crawls up the wall behind him.
                         
          We see it but Paddy doesn't until a HISS. Paddy turns and
          the GRABBER spits a barbed tongue and whips itself onto his
          face. Paddy slams against the bathroom mirror, as if leveled
          by a punch. The mirror shatters, obscuring the scuffle.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         27.
                         
                         
          Paddy tears it off his face, gasping and flings it away.
          Blood seeps from a three point puncture wound on his neck.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    You dirty ...
                         
          Paddy stamps on it, whatever it is. Again and again, until
          out of breath, he staggers from the bathroom. A moment later
          he returns with a standing lamp and continues beating it.
          Over and over and over until he's exhausted.
                         
                                                PADDY
                    Bastard.
                         
          EXT. BUNGALOW - NIGHT
                         
          The warm glow of light from within would attract every moth
          within a mile if it were a dry Summer's night, but it's not.
          It's raining and it's attracting something far more sinister.
                         
          INT. BEDROOM / BUNGALOW - NIGHT
                         
          IRENE MURPHY, cocooned in a bathrobe and slippers, snatches a
          pair of socks and a sweater off the floor. Muttering, she
          sniffs the sweater and recoils. It reeks.
                         
          On a mission she marches through the open plan home passing
          Fisherman Tadhg gazing at the TV.
                         
                                             IRENE
                    Tadhg, you're stinking. Would you
                    get in the bath already, I can
                    smell you from here.
                         
                                             TADHG
                    I'm watching this.
                         
                                             IRENE
                                       (TO HERSELF)
                    What were you doing at all today?
                         
          Irene enters the kitchen --
                         
          EXT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          -- and dumps it in a wash basket for tomorrow's load --
                         
          A BANG against the window. Irene startles. She leans, hands
          cupped around her eyes pressed up against the glass, staring
          out into the darkness. Any second now she's going to be
          pulled through ... only not. She tightens her robe instead.
                  GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011     28.
                         
                         
                                                IRENE
                                          (TO HERSELF)
                       God, 'tis blowing a gale out.
                         
                                 TADHG (O.S.)
                       What?
                         
                                                IRENE
                       I said 'tis ... nothing. I don't
                       know why we had to move here.
                                                                                         
                       There was nothing wrong with me
                       Mam's house.
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
          INT./EXT. BUNGALOW / BEDROOM - NIGHT - INTERCUT
                         
          Tadhg scoffs, channel hopping with the remote.
                         
                                                TADHG
                                          (TO HIMSELF)
                       Apart from your Mam.
                         
          Irene appears behind him.
                         
                                                IRENE
                       What was that?
                         
          Tadhg flicks the TV channel onto a 'TREMORS'. (Alternative:
          'FAIR CITY' is on.)
                         
          THUD!    The door trembles with the weight of a knock.
                         
          THUD! Cooney headbutts the door, his head flopping like a
          dolls, jaw slack, eyes shut. He's dead. With arms stretched
          above his head, weight supported by his intertwined wrists
          and feet barely touching ground, something is swinging him.
                         
          THUD!    Tadhg rouses and clears his throat.
                         
                                                TADHG
                       Irene?
                         
          Irene blow-dries her hair.     She pauses to listen.
                  GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011    29.
                         
                         
                                                 IRENE
                       What?
                         
                                                TADHG
                       Someone's at the door.
                         
                                                IRENE
                       I'm not dressed.
                         
          THUD!    Tadhg glances disapprovingly at the clock.
                         
                                                TADHG
                       All right, all right.
                         
          He peers through the door-window. Cooney seems drunk off his
          ass dirty dancing with the letterbox. Hips swiveling.
                         
                                                TADHG
                       It's that bloody Declan Cooney and
                       he's pissed as a fart.
                         
          Irene throws her eyes up and rises, tying her dressing gown.
                         
                                                IRENE
                       Don't give that cowboy any money.
                                                                                         
                       He'll only piss it up the wall.
                         
          Tadhg opens the door.
                         
                                                TADHG
                       Cooney, you look like death.   What
                       are you doing?
                         
          Cooney swings suggestively to Tadhg's open mouthed horror.
                         
                                                IRENE
                       What does he want?
                         
                                                TADHG
                                          (TO HIMSELF)
                       To dance?
                         
          Irene joins Tadhg at the door. Suddenly Cooney collapses,
          crumpling like a pile of wet laundry.
                         
                                                 IRENE
                       Jesus.
                         
                                                 TADHG
                       Cooney?   Are you all right, mate?
                         
          Tadhg steps over Cooney's broken twisted body.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          30.
                         
                         
                                               TADHG
                    Cooney?
                         
          Suddenly Tadhg's pounced upon and whipped up out of sight.
                         
                                               IRENE
                    Tadhg!    Tadhg!
                         
          Irene chases after him as roof tiles tumble down on her.
          HE'S GONE. She scurries inside and locks the door.
                         
          INT. BUNGALOW - NIGHT
                         
          The TV flickers as the reception falters. Outside the window
          the satellite dish bounces onto the driveway.
                         
          Irene backs through the bungalow, shaking. The violent
          SCUFFLE on the roof rattling the ceiling light-shade.
                         
                                               IRENE
                    Honey?    Oh God. Oh God.
                         
          A WEIRD, PITCHED ROAR takes Irene's breath away.    Whatever
          snatched Tadhg sounds unnatural, huge and mean.
                         
          Soot tumbles down the chimney drawing Irene's attention.
                         
          She runs and kneels before the fireplace and receives a blast
          of black soot to the face. She coughs and sputters and
          reaches up to close the chimney chute. Fumbling, whimpering.
                         
          INSIDE THE CHIMNEY CHUTE
                         
          Something descends towards her, gaining speed.   Irene grabs
          blindly at the clasp ...
                         
          Her eyes dart open. That's not the clasp! She SCREAMS and
          flies up the chute like a mouse sucked up a hoover. And as
          her CRIES die out all that's left in the open fireplace is a
          pair of orphaned fluffy pink slippers.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - MORNING
                         
          Lisa DINGS the reception bell.   Una stumbles to her call.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Good morning. Sleep well?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Grand, thanks. Do I have something
                    to sign?
                         
                                              UNA
                    Oh yeah.   The big one.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          31.
                         
                         
          Una grabs her bill and hands it to Lisa.
                         
                                             LISA
                    How's the weather looking?
                         
                                             UNA
                    Oh, there's a storm coming.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Really? Are the gulls flying low
                    or something?
                         
                                             UNA
                    No, it's on the telly.
                         
          Una gestures to the TV weather report. Lisa smiles.   Of
          course. She fishes out her credit card.
                         
                                             UNA
                    So, you're working with O'Shea?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Temporarily.
                         
                                             UNA
                    He's a nice fella isn't he?    Quite
                    a catch.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Depends what you're fishing.
                         
          Una hands Lisa her receipt to sign and watches her writing.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Single?
                        (off Lisa's nod)
                    So's O'Shea. Well, widowed.
                         
          Lisa looks up.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Widowed?
                         
                                             UNA
                    Why do you think he's here? Sure
                    there's no want for him round this
                    neck of the woods but I suppose he
                    wanted the peace. Or his superiors
                    thought he did. He doesn't say,
                    God love him.
                         
          Lisa smiles uncomfortably and hands her receipt to Una.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        32.
                         
                         
                                             UNA
                    So will you be sticking to the same
                    room all week? Because we have a
                    few doubles. There's more room in
                    those, you know yourself.
                         
          Una winks knowingly.
                         
                                             LISA
                    The single room is fine.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Are you sure now? You never know
                    if you want to stretch your legs
                    later on. Give it a week and we'll
                    be booked solid, so we will.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I'll think about it.
                         
          Lisa hightails it.
                         
          INT. CELL, GARDA STATION - MORNING
                         
          Panned out on a rubber mattress you'd swear O'Shea was dead
          if he wasn't SNORING like a Granddad.
                         
          The heavy cell door flies open and SLAMS off the wall.   Lisa
          stand in the doorway as O'Shea jerks awake.
                         
                                                LISA
                    Morning.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Wha..?
                         
                                             LISA
                    How much does a place like this go
                    for? I mean it's close to the
                    beach, all mod-cons. It's perfect.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I ... uh, what happened?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Section four point one of the
                    Public Order Act. It is an offence
                    for any person to be present in any
                    public place while intoxicated to
                    such an extent as would give rise
                    to a reasonable apprehension that
                    the person might endanger
                    themselves or any other in the
                    vicinity.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       33.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You arrested me?!
                         
                                             LISA
                    For your own good.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Let me out of here.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Relax. You passed out before I
                    could find your house.
                         
          The phone RINGS!    Lisa picks it up.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Garda Nolan.
                         
          EXT. MARINE CENTRE - MORNING
                         
          Paddy escorts O'Shea and Lisa along the short wooden pier,
          past the moored yachts and into the marine research centre.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    So I get a reward for discovering
                    it, right? A finders fee?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    We'll discuss it later.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    But I get something, right?
                         
          They enter.
                         
          INT. LAB - MORNING
                         
          Shrivelled tentacles spill over the gurney as a hideous mouth
          gapes open as if in the dentist's chair. Smith stands over
          it, forceps in hand, as O'Shea, Paddy and Lisa enter.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Eurgh.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Is that your professional opinion?
                         
          Smith removes his surgical-mask revealing an excited grin.
                         
                                                PADDY
                    A Grabber.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    A what?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         34.
                         
                         
                                             SMITH
                    I told you I'm not calling it that.
                    It needs a binomial nomenclature,
                    one identifying its genus and class
                    and once I've figured that out --
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I discovered it.      I get to name it.
                         
          Smith smiles at Lisa.
                         
                                                SMITH
                    Hi.
                         
          Lisa smiles at Smith.
                         
                                                LISA
                    Hi.
                         
          O'Shea smiles at Lisa.    Mocking.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Hi.
                         
          Lisa's smile drops.    Paddy looks confused.
                         
                                             PADDY
                                       (TO LISA)
                    Hello.
                         
                                             LISA
                    What is that thing?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    I haven't a clue. I've never seen
                    anything like it. It's a completely
                    foreign species. I can't even begin
                    to originate or class it.
                         
                                                PADDY
                    A Grabber.
                         
          Smith sighs.
                         
                                             LISA
                    And this attacked you?
                         
          Paddy pulls his collar back exposing his bandaged neck.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Stuck on the ceiling, it was. Like
                    a pancake. Nearly ripped me throat
                    out.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       35.
                         
                         
          O'Shea leans in for a closer look of the creature.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Is it dead?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    I'm not sure.
                         
          O'Shea leans back, and half-steps away too for good measure.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You're not what?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Well basic tests I've done so far
                    have shown up nothing usual or
                    normal. It's beyond mystifying.
                    Really I can't be certain without
                    opening it up.
                         
          Paddy WHACKS it with his walking stick.   Nothing.
                         
                                                PADDY
                    'Tis dead.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Would you stop doing that? It
                    isn't any wonder it bit you.
                         
          Lisa stares at its multi-fanged jaws.
                         
                                             LISA
                    What's that in its mouth?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Its tongue. Check it out.
                         
          Smith takes hold of its tongue and extends it three foot with
          a barbed tip like a mace. Off O'Shea and Lisa's awed faces.
                         
                                             LISA
                    That's not a tongue.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It's a weapon.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    It spits like a frog and strangles
                    ya. Whippet fast, and sharp.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    I'm guessing it bleeds its prey
                    like a leech. Consuming the blood,
                    like some sort of vampiro toothis.
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                                             O'SHEA
                    Vampiro what?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Toothis. It's a rare deep sea
                    squid but this isn't that, not in
                    Irish waters. No, this is
                    something totally different.
                    Something ... alien.
                        (off their looks)
                    In that it's undocumented.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    It's gotta be worth a fortune.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    But here's the thing...
                         
          Smith picks up a sponge, daubs it in a tray of water and --
                         
                                             SMITH
                    -- When I tried to clean some dirt
                    off of it --
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I stood on it a few times.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    -- this happened --
                         
          -- he delicately dabs the tip of a tentacle. The Grabber's
          skin reacts, rehydrating. Smith watches it expectantly.
                         
          Suddenly the tip twitches.    Smith smiles at them.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    All this thing needs to survive is
                    blood ... and water.
                         
          O'Shea frowns, watching it.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Could you put it on the eBay, do ya
                    think?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    You are not putting this on eBay.
                    You're lucky she didn't kill you.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    She?
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                                             SMITH
                    Yeah, it's a female from what I can
                    tell.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    How can you tell?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    It's got no testicles.
                         
          A long silence, Paddy nods.    I see.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    And ... she was pregnant.
                         
          He reveals an EGG SPAWN. Gelatine and gooey. Inside is a
          baby Grabber; a Jack-in-the-box type creature aka a JUMPER.
                         
                                             LISA
                    That's disgusting.
                         
          Lisa recoils: it stinks.   Smith toys with it, marveling.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    We're dealing with something
                    extraordinary here. And if it
                    looks like this when it hatches,
                    then this species nests on land.
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa share a look.   Uh oh.
                         
          INT./EXT. PATROL JEEP - DAY
                         
          O'Shea switches gears as they make their way along the coast.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Do you reckon those things had
                    anything to do with those dead
                    whales?
                         
          O'Shea considers her, thinking. They pass the promenade and
          O'Shea cranes his head to see something.
                         
                                             LISA
                    What is it?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    That's Declan Cooney's car.
                         
          EXT. BEACH PROMENADE - DAY
                         
          Cooney's car sits abandoned, its door open and airbag flat.
          O'Shea and Lisa pull in behind it and step out of the jeep.
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                                               O'SHEA
                    Cooney?!
                         
          O'Shea takes a LEPRECHAUN KEYCHAIN from the ignition, then
          notes some unusual scratches along the car's body work.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Where could he be?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Nowhere without his keys.    Do you
                    believe in coincidences?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Not really.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Neither do I.
                         
          O'Shea looks around and focuses on the Murphy's Bungalow up
          ahead and overlooking them.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Come on.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Where are we going?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    When you're looking for answers you
                    gotta go asking questions.
                         
          He walks off.   Lisa's impressed.
                         
          EXT. BUNGALOW - DAY
                         
          Lisa steps over some broken slate tiles and rings the
          DOORBELL. No one's home. O'Shea spies in the window to the
                         
                         LIVING ROOM
                         
          Lisa copies him.   They notice: all the house lights are on.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    All the lights are on.
                         
          EXT. BUNGALOW - DAY
                         
          O'Shea turns and bumps into Lisa, behind him.   She steps
          aside. O'Shea smiles.
                         
          Something's different about her.    Her hair's down, she's
          dressed casual. She looks nice.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        39.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    How come you're not in uniform?
                         
                                             LISA
                    It's Sunday.
                        (off O'Shea's look)
                    Hey, neither are you!
                         
          O'Shea smiles to himself.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It suits you.
                         
          Lisa reads him wrong, so just to piss him off --
                         
                                             LISA
                    -- Smith's a nice fella, isn't he?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Oh he's positively smashing.
                                       (KNOCKS AGAIN)
                         
                                             LISA
                    A proper gentleman.   And such
                    polite company.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Uh huh.   Tadhg? Irene?
                         
                                             LISA
                    A lovely fella.
                         
          Lisa throws O'Shea a pointed look.   O'Shea shrugs her off.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    He's like you, he's married to his
                    job.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I'm not-- I take pride in my work.
                    Unlike yourself.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Shush, I'm working.
                         
          O'Shea raps on the door and calls in the letterbox.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Tadhg?    Irene?
                         
                                             LISA
                    You're looking in the wrong place,
                    Columbo.
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          She gestures to the fallen roof tiles.
                         
                         MINUTES LATER
                         
          O'Shea sets a ladder against the roof (from the garage) and
          before he even has the option, Lisa climbs it.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Hold it steady.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You're something else, you know
                    that. You should've joined the
                    army, not the guards.
                         
          O'Shea sneaks a glance of Lisa's arse as she climbs.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Stop talking to yourself.   It's
                    very distracting.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I'm not talking to myself, I'm
                    talking to you.
                         
                                             LISA
                                       (NOT LISTENING)
                    Uh huh, great. There's something
                    up here.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Could you be a bit more specific?
                         
                                               LISA
                    It's a --
                         
          -- A checked shirt, the sleeve of which leads towards a lump
          that's buried under more rags.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Well?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Ugh, it stinks like that thing.
                         
          Lisa tugs on the sleeve and THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP!
          Something rolls towards her.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Oh the Divine Mother of Jesus --
                         
          Lisa leans sharply out of its way as down below: O'Shea
          sneaks a sip of his flask.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          41.
                         
                         
                                                LISA
                    Watch out!
                         
          O'Shea looks up to see
                         
          TADHG'S SEVERED HEAD spinning towards him.    BOP!   Headbutted
          in the face, O'Shea clutches his nose.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Aw Jesus Cock!
                         
          Lisa looks down at the gawping severed head, sickened.
                         
                                             LISA
                    You broke its nose.
                         
          INT. DOCTOR'S SURGERY - DAY
                         
          Dr Gleeson replaces a sheet over Tadhg's head as Lisa paces
          on a mobile phone, O'Shea watching.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What killed him, Jim?
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    The fact he's just a head!
                         
          Dr Gleeson turns back, writing.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Jesus what do you think? You bring
                    me someone with a head cold or a
                    headache and I could do something.
                    You bring me just a head and you're
                    taking the piss.
                         
                                             LISA
                                       (INTO PHONE)
                    So when can they get here? ...
                        (for O'Shea's benefit)
                    Tomorrow? ... And what about the
                    state pathologist?
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    They could bury him in a shoebox.
                    That's not right.
                         
                                             LISA
                        (hand over receiver)
                    Doctor, we need to know.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    I don't know. A tiger?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011            42.
                         
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    A tiger?!
                         
                                             LISA
                    I can't say that.
                         
          Dr Gleeson loosens his tie.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    I'm telling you his head was torn
                    off. By something big.
                         
          O'Shea shares a look with Lisa.
                         
          INT. GARDA STATION - DAY
                         
          O'Shea uploads crime scene photos of Tadhg's bungalow onto a
          laptop as Lisa paces on the phone.
                         
                                             LISA
                                       (INTO PHONE)
                    No, no, don't put me through I've
                    already spoken to -- ugh. Thanks.
                         
          Lisa sighs.   She's been at this a while, it seems.
                         
          O'Shea pulls his hip flask from his jacket pocket and
          furtively sneaks a sip, savouring it.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Holy Christ, wait till I tell ya!
                         
          O'Shea chokes on his drink, coughing.     He spins to face
          Paddy, quickly hiding his flask.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Jesus, Paddy.
                         
                                              PADDY
                    What?   What's wrong with ya?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What is it?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Come look for yourself.
                         
          Lisa looks at O'Shea.   A silent exchange.   Lisa hangs up.
                         
          INT. PADDY'S BATHROOM - DAY
                         
          A demolished wall offers a new entrance to the backyard,
          where amongst rubble, Paddy's scratched bathtub lays.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       43.
                         
                         
                                             PADDY
                    How am I supposed to wash meself?
                         
          O'Shea thinks...
                         
          INT. PADDY'S HOUSE - DAY - SECONDS LATER
                         
          O'Shea unrolls a map of Erin Island on the living room table.
          He points at four spots on the map. A zig-zag pattern.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    OK, we're here. Here's where
                    Cooney's car was abandoned. Here's
                    Tadhg and Irene Murphy's house and
                    here's where the whales washed up.
                         
                                             LISA
                    OK, so what does that mean?
                         
          O'Shea stares blankly.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I have no idea. I was hoping it
                    would show some sort of pattern.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    It's the letter zed!
                         
                                             LISA
                                       (TO PADDY)
                    Did you show that thing to anyone
                    else before we saw it?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Tadhg Murphy got a look of it when
                    I brought it in. It gawked on him,
                    but that was it.
                         
          Lisa and O'Shea share a look.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Why?
                         
                                             LISA
                    We think there might be another one
                    of those things, at least one
                    anyway.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Are you serious?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       44.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Yeah. That thing you caught
                    couldn't have fertilised that egg
                    by itself, which would mean there's
                    a male out there big enough and
                    strong enough to knock a hole in
                    your bathroom wall.
                         
                                             LISA
                                       (OFF THAT)
                    Smith said it needs water, right?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    He says a lot of things.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Mostly bollocks.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Whatever. But if it needs water to
                    survive, how could it be moving
                    about on dry land?
                         
          Water drips in Paddy's demolished bathroom, Paddy stares at
          it. Drip-drip-drip.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    It was raining! When it rains
                    there's no such thing as dry land.
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa consider this.
                         
                                             LISA
                    There's a storm due tonight.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    It'll piss it down.
                         
          O'Shea steels, and studies the map intensely.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    OK, all this is on the west side of
                    the island, right? So that would
                    make this area its territory; which
                    would mean it's got to be somewhere
                    close. Somewhere with access to
                    the waters around the west beach.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    The black rock caves. I caught the
                    female just beyond there.
                         
          O'Shea considers this.   He looks to Lisa:
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        45.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What do you think?
                         
                                             LISA
                    I think we've got at least two
                    missing persons. We need to take a
                    look.
                         
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
                         
          Paddy leads O'Shea and Lisa towards the rocky beach where the
          tide's quickly coming in. (Note: O'Shea and Lisa have taken
          a pair of flashlights and O'Shea's Garda hat from the jeep.)
                         
                                             PADDY
                        (talking away to himself)
                    Ya know what's to blame for all
                    this? Global warming. Ya got your
                    icebergs meltin' and your
                    thingmajigs floodin'. The whole
                    world's drownin' and we don't have
                    the gills for it.
                         
          Following a few paces behind Paddy, O'Shea takes a pull off
          his flask which Lisa notices.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    What?
                         
                                             LISA
                    I didn't say anything.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You gave me that look.
                         
                                                LISA
                    What look?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    The "I feel sorry for you" look.
                         
                                             LISA
                    No I didn't.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Yeah you did.
                         
                                             LISA
                    No, I gave you the "I feel
                    embarrassed for you" look.   Big
                    difference.
                         
          She walks on faster, leaving him trailing behind.   Thinking.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          46.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Sure that's worse!
                         
          Paddy rounds some rocks and comes upon the cliff face.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Look, I know I'm no dandy fop, Ph.
                    D. Smith type.
                         
                                             LISA
                    What's Smith got to do with your
                    raging alcoholism? Hmm?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I'm not a raging-- You're some
                    character you know that. A real
                    character. I'm a social drinker.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Uh huh.   Of course you are.
                         
          O'Shea takes a big swig of his flask just to piss her off.
                         
                                                LISA
                    Lovely.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    We're here.
                         
          EXT. BEACH, CAVE MOUTH - DAY
                         
          They stand before the cave mouth, taking it in. Dark and
          oppressive and claustrophobic. Water drips within. A wave
          washes up behind them, drenching their feet.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Tides coming in. Another hour and
                    this place will be under water.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Wait here.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    You can be sure of it.
                         
          Lisa and O'Shea turn on their high beam flashlights and
          venture into the cave, Mulder and Scully style.
                         
          Water drips from the cave walls while the sound of crashing
          waves echoes throughout.
                         
          At the cave mouth, the dregs of a wave wash over Paddy's
          boots. He looks into the cave, anxiously.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       47.
                         
                         
          Venturing further into the shadowy cave, Lisa finds an arched
          entrance to the rising ocean as fog creeps around her feet.
                         
          O'Shea rounds some rocks, finding Lisa and seeing her
          flashlight has found a fisherman's shredded slicker. (The
          remains of the Merry Widow's Deckhand Greg.)
                         
                                             LISA
                    Are we missing some fishermen?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                                       (CALLS OUT)
                    Hello!
                         
          Lisa jolts, startled by O'Shea.
                         
                                               LISA
                    My heart!    What are you doing?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Just checking. Well, if you know
                    of a better way?
                                       (CALLS AGAIN)
                    Hello?!
                         
                                             LISA
                    What are you expecting?   "Helloooo,
                    'tis only me."
                         
          A SHADOW rises up stealing the light. O'Shea and Lisa turn.
          They lift the flashlights and take in the horrifying sight.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Run!
                         
          They take off, running for the slim cave mouth. Their lights
          dancing in the darkness as they scramble for the exit --
          leading onto the beach. The narrow gap allows just one
          person at a time. And at a push. Lisa edges through first.
                         
          INT./EXT. BEACH CAVE OPENING - DAY - CONTINUOUS
                         
          O'Shea waits behind Lisa, watching behind them, and sees the
          light of his flashlight go dark, swallowed by something
          coming his way.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Lisa!   Hurry!
                         
                                             LISA
                    I'm trying!
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Move your arse!
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         48.
                         
                         
          O'Shea pushes on her arse as she squeezes through.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Get your hands off my arse!
                         
          O'Shea shoves harder.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I swear to God, if you don't stop!
                         
          Lisa kicks back at him, but he keeps pushing. She tumbles
          onto the seaweed strewn sands, drenched by the incoming tide,
          as O'Shea squeezes through next. Soon, wedged in himself.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    If I die in here I want you to know
                    it's all your fault!
                         
                                             LISA
                    Oh shut up.
                         
          Lisa wraps her arms around O'Shea, cheek-to-awkwardly-
          intimate-cheek and pulls, dragging him loose. With effort.
                         
          The Grabber rushes towards O'Shea, gaining speed.    Almost on
          him when he escapes, seconds to spare.
                         
          BAM! The Grabber fills the gap in the rock face, trapped by
          its own bulk. It snarls as one of its tentacles slithers out
          towards them, but quickly retreats back inside.
                         
                                             LISA
                    The size of it.
                         
          They back up, horrified.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It's OK. It can't get us on dry
                    land. Not when it's not raining,
                    it can't.
                         
          WHIPAH! A barbed tongue shoots out from the darkness of the
          cave and lances O'Shea's Garda hat clean off his head.
          O'Shea blinks, feeling his bare head.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    ... What?
                         
          A THUNDER-CRACK from the ominous rain clouds.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Leg it!
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       49.
                         
                         
          EXT. BEACH - DAY
                         
          Paddy steps out of the way of an oncoming wave and kicks
          something with his heel. He kneels down and finds an EGG.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Mother of God.
                         
          Eggs piled high like a fun fare ball pit. He barely has time
          to process this as O'Shea and Lisa come bounding towards him.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    The eggs are buried on the beach!
                    There's feckin' loads of 'em!
                         
                                                LISA
                    Run!
                         
          Paddy regards the egg then takes off after O'Shea and Lisa.
          And in the gouged out sand beneath their feet more exposed
          EGGS flutter with life. These things are close to hatching.
                         
          INT. LAB - DAY
                         
          O'Shea, Lisa and Paddy stumble in, making a beeline for the
          Grabber female on the table. Smith looks up from his laptop
          to see O'Shea who has a petrol can and a plan in mind.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Good, you're back. I have a
                    theory! Those whales were killed
                    as a food source for their spawn --
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    The eggs are buried at the beach.
                         
                                                SMITH
                    Exactly.
                         
                                                LISA
                    We know.
                         
                                                SMITH
                    Oh.
                         
                                                PADDY
                    Well done.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    What are you doing?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Everywhere that's been, the other
                    one's followed.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         50.
                         
                         
                                             SMITH
                    You found another one?     Where?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It tried to eat us! And it's HUGE
                    and looking for her ... but this
                    will be the last place it looks.
                         
          He pours petrol all over it.    Lisa hands him the lighter.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Are you mad? Don't do that!
                         
          Lisa takes a fire extinguisher off the wall.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    No, stop, you'll --
                         
                                             LISA
                    Smith, it's for the best.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    No, you muppet! If he lights that
                    in here you'll--
                         
          O'Shea drops the lighter and BOOM!    It flashes up in flames.
                         
          WHOOSH! The sprinklers blast to life and water rains down on
          them, the lab and the dormant amphibious bloodsucking alien.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    -- get it wet.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Shit.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    You really are Irish.
                         
          Lisa drops the fire extinguisher.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Shut it off!
                         
                                             PADDY
                    See ya later, lads.
                         
          Paddy scampers out as O'Shea, Lisa and Smith scramble for the
          mains under the sink. Six hands fighting to shut it off.
          Once they do, every surface drips. A fish-tank overflows.
                         
          They rise slowly from the slick floor. It's eerily quiet.
          Smith picks up a stool. Lisa grabs a scalpel. O'Shea rolls
          up a magazine. They creep forward.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       51.
                         
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Careful. Once it's wet I don't
                    know what it can do.
                         
          O'Shea edges closer.    It's unscathed from the fire.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It didn't burn.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Is it dead?
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                                   I --
                         
          BOOM! It launches to life, sprays O'Shea with goo and dives
          onto him, wrapping around his face, head and neck.
                         
          Lisa and Smith leap to his aid and battle what looks like a
          dozen boa constrictors working as one, choking him.
                         
          O'Shea flails and smashes into lab units, knocking a utility
          closet open. Brooms and mops fall out as O'Shea slumps onto
          the wet floor.
                         
          Lisa and Smith pull tentacles loose and O'Shea gasps for air.
          His drained, ashen skin pocked with bleeding bite wounds.
                         
          Smith flings the limp Grabber across the lab and it hits the
          wet floor, flopping woozily and vomiting blood.
                         
          It bears down on its tentacles and springs itself onto the
          ceiling like an octopus shot out of an air cannon. SPLAT!
          It hits the fluorescent light and hangs from it, upside down.
                         
          Smith blinks, agog.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    OK, it's an alien.
                         
          O'Shea feels his wounds. Furious, he grabs one of the mops
          surrounding him and jabs at the Grabber with the handle.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You vicious little fu--!
                         
          The Grabber bites down on the handle and hangs on. O'Shea
          suddenly takes the full weight of it. It totters above their
          heads, swaying. Lisa and Smith duck.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Ah!    Jesus! O'Shea!
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        52.
                         
                         
          O'Shea drops it onto the floor and Lisa yanks a steel cabinet
          over, pinning it down. Trapped, the Grabber thrashes.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    We need to kill it.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    No! You can't! It's the
                    scientific discovery of our time,
                    imagine all that we could learn
                                   FROM --
                         
          The cabinet flips,   exposing the Grabber. Smith SCREAMS and
          brains it with his   stool. Scared shitless, O'Shea and Lisa
          pile in with their   boots. All three whacking and stamping
          until they're sure   it's dead.
                         
          Sweating and in shock, they catch their breath.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    I think we got it.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                                       (PATS SMITH)
                    Good man.
                         
          O'Shea flicks the Grabber goop out of his hair.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    It's still moving.
                         
                                             LISA
                    We need to get help.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    They'll never make it across the
                    water.
                         
                                             LISA
                    If those eggs hatch, with no whales
                    to eat --
                         
                                             SMITH
                    -- they'll head in land to feed.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Finishing each other's sentences
                    now?
                         
                                               LISA
                    What?
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Nothing.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       53.
                         
                         
                                             PADDY
                    They're hatching.
                         
          The trio turn to notice Paddy has joined them looking down at
          the smooshed Grabber. O'Shea considers Paddy.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It took three of us to get that
                    thing off me.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I woulda helped but I've a bad
                    back, gives me shocking pain, you
                    know yourself.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    How are you still alive?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Diet and exercise.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    No, when that thing attacked you.
                    You should be laid out in a box
                    right now, but you're not. What
                    makes you so special?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I was always lucky.
                         
          O'Shea disregards him and takes a swig of his flask as Lisa
          considers the bloody sick. Queasy.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Mustn't have liked your blood much.
                         
                                             LISA
                    What have you been eating?
                         
          O'Shea stills, hearing that question.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                                       (TO PADDY)
                    You were drunk!
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB - DAY
                         
          Storm clouds gather over the idyllic drinking hole as gales
          jeer and waves pile on the pub's neighbouring harbour.
                         
          INT. DR GLEESON'S SURGERY - DAY
                         
          Dr Gleeson peers at the Grabber's severed head in a beaker,
          gawping away like a fish head. He squirms.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       54.
                         
                         
                                                DR GLEESON
                    Grabbers?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    No, it's a cryptozoological
                    amphibious sanguivore.
                         
                                             LISA
                        (to Dr Gleeson)
                    Not a tiger.
                         
          Dr Gleeson removes his glasses to stare at O'Shea.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Where are you getting all these
                    heads?
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Come on.
                         
          O'Shea leads the group leaving Dr Gleeson to add --
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    This place has gone to the dogs.
                         
          EXT. STEPS TO MAHER'S PUB - DAY
                         
          O'Shea, Lisa, Dr Gleeson, Smith and Paddy head for the pub.
          O'Shea's setting the pace leaving Paddy hustling to keep up.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    They're like leeches, right? They
                    feed off your blood. Well when one
                    of them bit Paddy, it almost died,
                    why?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Slow down for fuck sake.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Because Paddy was so intoxicated
                    his blood-alcohol level was toxic.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Exactly. If we taint our blood
                    with booze, we're poisonous to eat.
                         
                                                SMITH
                    In theory.
                         
                                             PADDY
                        (to Dr Gleeson)
                    And you told me to cut back.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       55.
                         
                         
          Dr Gleeson shrugs.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    We have just one night where we
                    have to deal with this on our own.
                    Tomorrow, we'll be sorted. We'll
                    get off the island, they'll nuke
                    the beaches or whatever they do,
                    but all we have to worry about is
                    tonight. And it's simple. We have
                    a lock-in. We stay out of the rain
                    and we drink.
                        (turns to face them)
                    We can't stop them coming but we
                    can be ready.
                         
          O'Shea backs into the pub. Lisa, Smith, Paddy and Dr Gleeson
          look at each other -- wow -- and follow him inside.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB KITCHEN - DAY
                         
          Brian stares, incredulous.
                         
                                               BRIAN
                    What?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    A hostile migra --
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    -- Grabbers.
                         
                                               SMITH
                    God sake.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Are ye for real?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Are we for real?    Are YOU for real?
                    Show him.
                         
          Smith plops a beaker covered with a tea cosy on the counter.
          He raises it just a tad to show Brian.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    That? Sure you could kill that
                    with a hammer.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    That's just the tip of the blood
                    sucking iceberg.
                         
          Brian considers the four of them; all look gravely serious.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         56.
                         
                         
                                             BRIAN
                                       (CONVINCED)
                    Grabbers.
                         
                                                SMITH
                    I give up.     Yes, a Grabber.
                         
          Smith covers the beaker again.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    But if its allergic to booze can't
                    we just hose 'em with vodka or some
                    shit?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    No, that won't work.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    How do you know?
                         
                                              SMITH
                    Because alcohol is a poison. It
                    needs to be ingested to take
                    affect. Also to preserve specimens
                    I keep them in an alcohol based
                    solution. Just like with this one,
                    right now.
                         
          Smith taps the tea cosy.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    It's filled with?
                         
                                                SMITH
                    Yep.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Can you drink it?
                         
                                              DR GLEESON
                    So what if we sprayed whiskey in
                    its mouth?
                         
                                                PADDY
                    Feck that.     A waste of whiskey.
                         
                                             LISA
                    If you want to get that close to
                    it, good luck.
                         
          Una passes with a washing basket.    She stops, seeing them.
                         
                                             UNA
                    What's going on here then?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011   57.
                         
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Just discussing something.
                         
                                              UNA
                    Looks like you're plotting
                    something.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    No, no.    More like planning.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Huh.
                        (thinks, smiles)
                    Carry on.
                         
          She leaves, grinning.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Great. It's her birthday next week
                    now she thinks this is something
                    for her.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    She's in for a shock.
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB - DAY
                         
          O'Shea, Lisa, Smith, Brian and Dr Gleeson huddle.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Listen, the only people that know
                    about this are us and it's gotta
                    stay that way or we'll have a panic
                    on our hands.
                         
          The group confer, sharing glances.
                         
                                             LISA
                    How drunk are we talking here?
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Paddy levels of drunkenness.
                         
          They laugh loudly.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    You're gone off your game, boy.
                         
                                             LISA
                    No offence but I don't think my
                    body can handle Paddy levels.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    It takes years of practice.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011      58.
                         
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    If those things do come for us,
                    we'd be lambs to the slaughter if
                    bombed out of our brains.
                         
                                             LISA
                    And with everyone hammered there's
                    no one in a fit state to call the
                    shots. The non-alcoholic shots.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Yeah but single someone out and
                    they'll be sought as the only meat
                    on the menu.
                         
                                             LISA
                    But what's to keep us safe from
                    ourselves, forget what's outside,
                    we could fall over and break our
                    necks trying to conga. Statistics
                    prove put a large number of people
                    in a confined space, ply them with
                    booze and --
                         
                                             PADDY
                    -- you've got a hooley.
                         
                                             LISA
                    That's not what it said.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    This will work. And I'll keep
                    order. I won't be drinking.
                         
          Lisa almost steps back to take a closer look of him.
                         
                                              LISA
                    You?   We'll both do it.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    That would put you both at risk.    I
                    suggest it's just O'Shea.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Thanks.
                                       (TO LISA)
                    Only one of us need risk it and I
                    know these people and this island
                    better than you. It should be me.
                         
                                              SMITH
                    I agree.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         59.
                         
                         
          Lisa ushers O'Shea aside (leaving the others talking amongst
          themselves).
                         
                                             LISA
                    I see what you're doing here but
                    have you forgotten you're a
                    dependent alcoholic organising a
                    piss up in a brewery! I'll do it.
                    It'll be easier.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Lisa, I'm good to no one when I
                    drink. I know that. So do you.     I
                    can do this.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    It's gonna rain any minute.
                         
          Lisa looks at him, holding his stare.   O'Shea doesn't flinch.
                         FINALLY --
                         
                                             LISA
                    OK. But just so you know, I don't
                    drink. I've never even been drunk.
                    I don't know if I can.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Of course you can. And you'll be
                    the best drunken Guard this
                    country's ever seen. You'll
                    probably get promoted.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Ah stop.
                         
          O'Shea smiles encouragingly. He takes out his flask and
          hands it to her. Suddenly he seems taller.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Right, if we're doing this we'll
                    need a blood test from a healthy
                    subject. Lisa, you're the fittest
                    person here.
                         
                                             LISA
                                       (BLUSHES)
                    You charmer. It's true, though.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Brian, I want a table of everything
                    Paddy had last night.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    What night was last night?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011           60.
                         
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Saturday night.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Oh you gotta be joking me!
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Oh it was a big one.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Comin' right up.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - DAY - LATER
                         
          The table has six empties on it. Lisa sees double that
          though as she grips her seat for balance.
                         
                                             LISA
                    He never liked me as much as her.
                    She was the talented one, Daddy's
                    little girl. That bitch!
                         
          O'Shea holds her beer hand steady.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Come on.   Three fingers.
                         
                                             LISA
                    But I got you guys.    I love you
                    all. Even you.
                                       (PRODS O'SHEA)
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    She's langers.
                         
          She downs the dregs and breathes deeply through her nose
          while stroking her hair as only drunk women do.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    There, that's everything.
                         
          Brian, Dr Gleeson and Smith don't know if they should clap.
          Paddy reaches into his pocket sheepishly.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I also had a snifter of ...
                         
          A small bottle of what looks like water.      O'Shea stares him,
          knowing the answer before he asks.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    What's that?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          61.
                         
                         
                                             PADDY
                    A little home brew.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    You bring potcheen into my bar?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    A bird never flew on one wing.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    When this is over we need to talk.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Ah come off it, this could save all
                    our lives yet.
                         
          Paddy pours a drop for Lisa.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    There ya go, pet.
                         
          Brian takes the bottle of potcheen from Paddy.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    I'll take that.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    You will in me shit.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Paddy.
                         
          Lisa downs the potcheen and rests her head on the table.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I need to pee.
                         
          INT. DISUSED PUB - DAY
                         
          Dr Gleeson draws blood from Lisa. O'Shea, Brian and Paddy
          watch. Smith marks up a petri dish with his blood.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Ow.
                         
          Smith places his petri dish of blood next to a cage and --
          WHIPAH! A tongue shoots out and hoovers up all the blood.
                         
          Brian's shocked.   Paddy almost chuckles.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Now the tainted blood.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       62.
                         
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    If you're right, this will kill it?
                         
          O'Shea presents Lisa's petri dish of blood and WHIPAH -- it
          hoovers it up.
                         
          The group leans in expectantly and BLEURGH! The Grabber
          projectile vomits up all the blood, startling and revolting
          them -- Ugh! And then it warps, withers and shrivels. Dead.
                         
          O'Shea holds the breathalyser in Lisa's mouth.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Blow.
                                       (READS)
                    Point two.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Holy Christ!
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    OK, now we know what we gotta do.
                    Keep our blood alcohol levels at
                    point two.
                         
          The group's horrified, except for Paddy.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                                       (TO PADDY)
                    You unnatural eejit. You're
                    what'll kill us. Point two?!
                         
                                             SMITH
                    How are we going to determine that
                    based on each person's body mass
                    index?
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    You're looking at up to ten pints
                    each depending on height and
                    weight.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    We'll have to do shots. Properly
                    tear the arse out of it.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    So lets do it.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                                       (A THOUGHT)
                    Who's going to pay for all this by
                    the way?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          63.
                         
                         
          EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - DAY
                         
          The patrol jeep parks at the chapel.
                         
          EXT. CHAPEL - DAY
                         
          Brian, O'Shea and Lisa make their way towards the chapel
          doors.
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
          INT. CHAPEL - DAY
                         
          FR POTTS, an incredulous elder statesman, finishes mass.    His
          eclectic congregation of forty or so ISLANDERS bless
          themselves -- FISHERMEN, HOUSEWIVES, OAPs, Una, etc.
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    Mass has ended, go in peace to love
                    and serve the Lord. Amen.
                         
          O'Shea, Brian and Lisa enter the back of the chapel.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Is this everyone?
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    It's Fr Potts last mass, so
                    everyone that didn't leave
                    yesterday for the thing in Dungary.
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa walk up the aisle towards Fr Potts as people
          rise to leave, some chatting to each other as they go.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Father, do you mind if I say a few
                    words?
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    Go mad.
                         
          O'Shea takes to the pulpit.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Can I have your attention please?
                         
          The congregation looks up, considering O'Shea.   MAMIE, a grey
          haired granny, tuts to her neighbour.
                         
                                             MAMIE
                    Oh here we go.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       64.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Folks, just a quick announcement,
                    at Maher's Tavern tonight we're
                    having a bit of a shindig and
                    you're all coming to join us for
                    what will be a great night's craic!
                         
          A wall of silence.
                         
                                             UNA
                    You're throwing a party?
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Yeah.
                         
                                              UNA
                    Why?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Who needs a reason to have a laugh?
                         
          Lisa gestures to O'Shea, still drunk but she'll field this
          one.
                         
                                             LISA
                    It's a welcome party for me.
                         
          Lisa seems very proud of herself for coming up with that.
                         
                                             UNA
                    A welcome party? But you're
                    leaving in a fortnight.
                         
                                             LISA
                    So it's a goodbye party.    Whatever.
                         
                                             UNA
                    You only just got here.
                         
                                             LISA
                                       (TO O'SHEA)
                    What's her problem?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What we mean to say is --
                         
          A FISHERMAN rises to leave.
                         
                                             LISA
                    -- Hey bucko! Where are you going?
                    This party's for your benefit. And
                    all of you are gonna be there too.
                    It's the law!
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       65.
                         
                                               LISA (CONT'D)
                      And I swear to God I'll arrest any
                      one of you who isn't. Chalk it
                      down!
                         
          Lisa glares at the congregation.
                         
                                               FISHERMAN
                      Are you coddin' us, love?
                         
                                               LISA
                      What's your name?
                         
          He wilts.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                      What Garda Nolan means is we'd love
                      your company. There's no point
                      going home to a cold, empty house
                      in weather like tonight when we'll
                      be right across the street from
                      here and we'll have music and craic
                      and company -- and a FREE BAR!
                         
                                                BRIAN
                      What?!
                         
          HILDA, a stout woman, grabs her coat.
                         
                                                HILDA
                      Sold!
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                      That's the spirit! So c'mon, it's
                      a party and the drinks are on us!
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          The JUKEBOX bellows with The Dubliners "Whiskey in the Jar" as
          Brian wades through the forty strong patrons. The drink's
          flowing, the merriment's joyous, ignorance is bliss.
                         
          INT. PUB KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          O'Shea, Lisa, Paddy, Smith and Dr Gleeson are gathered over a
          table.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                      Weapons.   What have we got?
                         
          Lisa fumbles some skillets, knives and bats.
                         
                                                LISA
                      Crap.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        66.
                         
                         
                                              DR GLEESON
                     I've got a nail-gun.
                         
          THWACK!   He nails a board of wood.
                         
                                              DR GLEESON
                     And a board with a nail in it.
                         
          O'Shea nods.   OK.
                         
                                              PADDY
                     I've got a hurley and a pellet gun.
                         
                                              SMITH
                     What are we gonna do with a pellet
                     gun?
                         
                                              PADDY
                     Shoot pellets. But I don't have
                     any pellets.
                         
                                               SMITH
                     Great, well you can just wave it at
                     them then.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                     All right, what have you got?
                         
                                              SMITH
                     I've got a flare gun.
                         
          Everyone's impressed, except Paddy.
                         
                                              LISA
                     I dibs the flare gun.
                         
          Brian slams a huge colourful Super-soaker before them.
                         
                                              BRIAN
                     C.P.S. forty-one hundred pump
                     action twin jet Super Soaker.
                     Shoots twenty feet. The nephew's.
                         
                                               PADDY
                     A water pistol? This thing likes
                     the water.
                         
                                              BRIAN
                     It's a water pistol if you use
                     water. Fill it with petrol and
                     you've got a flamethrower.
                         
                                              LISA
                     I dibs the water pistol.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        67.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Right, well look sharp. You know
                    your stations: guard each exit and
                    don't let anyone out. Bottoms up.
                         
          They each raise shot glasses and knock them back.   Lisa licks
          her salted wrist.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Tequila!
                         
          She sucks the lime slice and everyone disperses. Alone,
          O'Shea considers the back window as the first drops of rain
          pelt against it. The MUSIC builds. This is it.
                         
          EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
                         
          Lapped by the surf, the detritus of egg spawns litter the
          shore as streams of track marks trail inland.
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT - LATER
                         
          Rain begins to fall, hard and fast.   No turning back now.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          MUSIC belts out of the Jukebox as folks get flutered.
          (Something with "rain" in its title.)
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Dr Gleeson guards the back entrance with his nail gun,
          watching the rain through a gap in the side door.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Brian tends bar, pouring shots. One for you, one for me.
          Mamie from the chapel leans on the counter, pisht.
                         
                                             MAMIE
                    Two shandies, Brian pet.
                         
          Brian knocks up two shandies but spikes both with blinding
          double shots of vodka.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    How's the heart, Mamie?
                         
                                              MAMIE
                    Tip top.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                                       (TO HIMSELF)
                    Thank Christ for that.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          68.
                         
                         
          He palms them to her, guilty as sin. She sips one and
          coughs, teary eyed. The wind knocked out of her.
                         
                                              MAMIE
                    Perfect.
                         
          She staggers off.
                         
          INT. PUB KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          Smith sips his vodka coke, watching the back door and
          standing by with the walkie talkie.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Paddy sips his pint by the front door while Una dances with
          Hilda, Mamie and others.
                         
          INT./EXT. PATROL JEEP - NIGHT
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa sit on stakeout outside the pub, rain pelting
          against the windscreen.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I dunno, you know?
                         
          She doubles up, laughing.     O'Shea fights off a smile.
                         
                                             LISA
                    C'mere. Listen. Listen. At the
                    end of the day, you know? I dunno.
                    I'm so into you right now. Joke.
                                       (MUFFLED)
                    Kinda.
                         
          She watches his reaction and stifles a burp.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    How much have you had?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Not enough to fancy you.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Then keep drinking.
                         
          O'Shea puts the breathalyser in her mouth.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Blow.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       69.
                         
                         
                                             LISA
                    That's it, is it? You think I
                    think I fancy you. That's the
                    sitchuashun we got, huh?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                                       (OFF BREATHALYSER)
                    No more for you.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Well I do. So whatcha wanna do
                    'bout it? Arrest me?
                         
          She smiles coyly.   Or tries to.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You know as flattering as it is to
                    hear a beautiful drunk slurring her
                    feelings for me, now's not the
                    time.
                         
          Lisa scoffs, then something (slightly) sobers her.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Why do you drink so much, Ciarán?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    For the craic.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Yeah right, and I work everyday
                    'cause I'm driven.
                         
          Lisa hears herself aloud.    The admission sinks her.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Always chasing them goals, you
                    know? Always chasing. Always
                    running.
                         
          O'Shea considers her, recognising her vulnerability.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You're too hard on yourself.
                         
          Lisa wells up, the drink making her emotional.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I feel like I've known you for
                    years. I don't know why.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Maybe because I put years onto
                    people.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        70.
                         
                         
                                               LISA
                    ... Yeah.    That's true.
                         
          They gaze at each other until O'Shea looks away first.   Lisa
          hiccups. As ladylike as possible.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I'm sorry about your wife, O'Shea.
                    I really am.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    My what?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Una told me, how she died.    I'm so
                    sorry.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Una said what?   Of all the
                    stories. Una is the biggest gossip
                    going. You shouldn't listen to
                    her. No one died. We just ... we
                    didn't work out.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Oh.    Ah shite, I'm sorry.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You're grand.
                         
                                             LISA
                    ... Did you split because ...
                    because of your alcoholickissness?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I didn't drink back then. No, she
                    met someone else. It happens.
                         
          O'Shea hides it well but this hurts.    Lisa notices.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Feck her, O'Shea. If you want I'll
                    find her and do her in for you?
                         
          O'Shea smiles.   Lisa reciprocates drunkenly.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    A toast. From an alcoholic to a
                    workaholic.
                        (raises his coffee)
                    To getting out of this alive.
                         
          A moment shared and then...
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       71.
                         
                         
                                             LISA
                    Hmm, toast.
                         
          O'Shea smiles and grabs the C.B. Radio.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Patrol to Base. Patrol to Base.
                    Come in, over.
                         
          INT. PUB - NIGHT - INTERCUT
                         
          Smith belches under his breath and clutches a walkie-talkie.
          Behind him, people are reenacting the 'Siege of Ennis' which
          involved dancing jigs and holding hands for some reason.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Reading you loud and clear.     Over.
                         
                              O'SHEA (V.O.)
                    How are we doing?
                         
          Smith regards the Islanders enjoying the craic.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Ignorance is bliss.
                         
                               O'SHEA (V.O.)
                    Great.   Keep it up. Over.
                         
          Smith moves back into the kitchen.
                         
          INT. PUB KITCHEN - NIGHT - CONTINUED
                         
          Smith goes to finish his vodka coke but it's already empty.
          He goes to make another but then notices Paddy's potcheen
          bottle sitting idle on the counter. He considers it.
                         
          Uncorks it. Sniffs it. Pours himself a drop. Tastes it.
          Hmm, likes it. And pours himself a lethal dose of it,
          smiling away to himself. Sure God love him, he's fucked.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Brian ticks a chart, tabulating whose had what and how much.
          Hilda from the chapel orders.
                         
                                             HILDA
                    Two pints please, Brian.
                         
          Brian ticks a piece of paper and starts pouring her pints.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Both for you?
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          72.
                         
                         
                                              HILDA
                    No.   Jesus, what'cha take me for?
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Right, right. Are you sure?
                         
                                              HILDA
                    I am!
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Grand, grand. C'mere Hilda, you're
                    looking well. Did you lose weight?
                         
          Hilda lights up, delighted with herself.
                         
                                             HILDA
                    Aw, really? Well I have been doin'
                    the walkin'.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Yeah, yeah. How much would you say
                    you lost? Would I be right in
                    thinking you're around fourteen
                    stone?
                         
          She stares, gobsmacked.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    No? Fifteen? Yeah, I better go
                    with fifteen to be safe.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Dr Gleeson sways past Paddy as he returns from the back.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Ya all right?
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Ugh, bloated.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Ya haven't touched your pint.    Ya
                    gonna finish it?
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Hold onto it for me.
                         
          Dr Gleeson walks off, giving Paddy his nail gun. Paddy waits
          a few seconds then siphons a sup off Gleeson's drink.
                         
          INT. DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT
                         
          Outside the MEN'S BATHROOM Dr Gleeson joins a long queue.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011           73.
                         
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    C'mon, c'mon. Is some bloke doin'
                    his makeup or what?
                         
          He shuffles on his feet.   He can't wait a minute longer.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Ah, feck the likes of this.
                         
          He abandons the line.
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB ALCOVE - NIGHT
                         
          Dr Gleeson sneaks out, spots the Patrol Jeep and ducks into
          the alcove -- out of sight.
                         
          He leans against the wall, peeing. Rain runs down the
          corrugated roof. Relief. For now. He zips up, turns and
          sees ... JUMPERS. Dozens of them. Dr Gleeson chills.
                         
          Limbless bouncing piranhas. They move clumsily, regularly
          toppling over as they hop, leap and jump. They're not very
          intelligent or agile but they're inquisitive. And starving.
                         
          For a moment there's a curious stand-off, and then a Jumper
          hops closer startling Dr Gleeson.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Whoa, feck off!
                         
          Dr Gleeson kicks it like a football and it launches through
          the air, SQUEALING. With beaks gaping, spiked tongues
          curling, the rest of the Jumpers move in on him.
                         
          INT./EXT. PATROL JEEP - NIGHT
                         
          O'Shea tosses a peanut into the air to catch in his open
          mouth but he misses as he stares, slackjawed at --
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          -- Dr Gleeson staggering blindly in the rain, a Jumper
          clamped onto his head, swallowing him down to his nose.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Christ Almighty, me head!
                         
          O'Shea bounds from the jeep, hurley in hand.   Lisa flanks
          him, staggering with a golf club.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Jim, don't move!
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011           74.
                         
                         
          Dr Gleeson stumbles forward as Jumpers maul him and others
          circle like fat toddlers around an ice-cream truck. He falls
          to his knees before O'Shea and Lisa.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    Get it off! Get it off!
                         
          Lisa stamps the group as if scaring off a load of stray cats.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Git!   G'wan! Shag off!
                         
          The Jumpers keep their distance as O'Shea drags the Jumper
          off Dr Gleeson's head, like tugging on a wedged welly. He
          pulls it off and the Jumpers disperse into the shadows.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You OK, Jim?
                         
          Dr Gleeson catches his breath, gasping, his hair stood up on
          his head like a gelled explosion.
                         
                                             DR GLEESON
                    I had to piss.
                         
          Suddenly the silhouette of a tree behind Dr Gleeson comes
          alive. They're not branches, they're tentacles. Flashes of
          lightning reflect off its slick, oily skin as --
                         
          A TORNADO OF BLACK FEELERS SLITHER FORWARD.    25 foot of ugly.
                         
          Off Lisa and O'Shea's horrified faces, Dr Gleeson turns to
          meet Medusa on a bad hair day.
                         
          The Grabber seizes him, lifts him high and dangles him over
          its jaws like plucked grapes. Then drops him before he can
          scream. Devoured like a banana in a blender.
                         
          Dr Gleeson's dead. Or at least incredibly injured. The
          Grabber spits a pip: Dr Gleeson's head. It lands at Lisa's
          feet. No, he's definitely dead.
                         
                                                LISA
                    Fuck that.
                         
          Lisa bounds for the jeep.     The Grabber ROARS!   Spittle flying
          out of its gaping maw.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          "The Irish Rover" bellows on the JUKEBOX. People clap and
          jig. Una swings Fr Potts, linked onto him, until he flies
          loose of her and staggers into Paddy's table. Wahey!
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         75.
                         
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    Jesus Christ, Una.
                         
          Everyone's having a ball. The Pogues with The Dubliners
          carry outside, accompanying the action as --
                         
          INT./EXT. PATROL JEEP - NIGHT - INTERCUT
                         
          Lisa climbs behind the wheel and O'Shea hurries to catch up.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Get in.
                         
          She opens the passenger door for him but tears off leaving
          him behind. Driving drunk.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    WAIT!    Oh Jesus Mary Mother of God.
                         
          She slams on the brakes.      Skids.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Shite.    Get in.
                         
          O'Shea catches up and dives in the backseat.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Drive!    Drive!
                         
          Lisa does, but reversing towards the Grabber.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    AHH, THE OTHER WAY!      THE OTHER WAY!
                         
          They ram into the Grabber, the car jolting violently.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Shite!
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Let me drive!
                         
                                             LISA
                    I'm not feeling so good.     I need a
                    drink to calm me nerves.
                         
          She reaches for a quick swig but O'Shea bats the bottle away
          from her puckered lips.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Get us out of here!
                         
                                             LISA
                    I can't drive with you shaking me.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        76.
                         
                         
          Lisa crunches gears and the tyres smoke and spin, fighting
          against the drag. The Grabber smothers the jeep, its fetid
          breath fogging the windscreen. O'Shea SCREAMS! Lisa sobs.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    We're gonna die!
                         
          O'Shea grabs at the handbrake, putting them in gear,
          desperate to get them moving.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Put your foot on the clutch!
                         
                                             LISA
                    I am arresting you for the murder
                    of Doctor Gleeson. You are not
                    obliged to say anything unless you
                    wish to do so, but whatever you say
                    will be taken down in writing and
                    may be given in evidence.
                         
                              BRIAN (V.O.)
                    Base to Patrol. O'Shea we're
                    running short here. We're dry on
                    four taps and out of spirits and
                    wines. Over.
                         
          O'Shea grabs the radio.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                                       (INTO RADIO)
                    BRIAN, GET THE DOOR, OPEN THE DOOR!
                         
          Lisa switches on the PATROL LIGHTS and PALMS THE HORN.
                         
          The Grabber leaps back from the jeep and flares up like a
          huntsman spider, hissing.
                         
                                                LISA
                    Fuck that.
                         
          Lisa bounds from the jeep leaving O'Shea staring in shock.
          He kicks open his door and scrambles after her as the Grabber
          leaps onto the jeep and smashes it. Seconds to spare.
                         
          Lisa turns to look.
                         
                                             LISA
                    It's eating the jeep.
                         
          O'Shea runs past, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Let it!
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          77.
                         
                         
          EXT. PUB KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          Brian opens the side door and stops as he sees the chaos.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Merciful shit.
                         
          He turns back and --
                         
          INT. PUB KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          -- grabs his super soaker off the coat rack.
                         
                                                BRIAN
                    Smith!
                         
          Smith lifts his head up off the kitchen table. His eyes are
          furiously blood shot and he looks like he's had a stroke.
                         
                                             SMITH
                                       (DROOLING)
                    I can't feel my face.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Smith, the lighter!
                         
                                             SMITH
                    I think I'm drunk, Brian.
                         
                                                BRIAN
                    Hurry!
                         
          Smith rises and stagger-runs to Brian but slams into the wall
          instead. He slides onto the floor where he lulls, confused.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Your floor is broken.
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa barrel in.     O'Shea looks for stuff to
          barricade the door.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Grab the table.
                         
          Brian belches, also pissed.
                         
                                              BRIAN
                    Smith!   Light me!
                         
          Remaining slumped on the floor, Smith sparks a Zippo lighter
          and holds it up for Brian to light the gun nozzle. But like
          fellas after ten pints trying to stick their key in the front
          door they can't synchronize their movements.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         78.
                         
                         
          Brian squats, the way only a drunk would, to steady himself.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Nearly. Put the other light away.
                    ... Stall on now. That's it ...
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Brian, forget that help us
                    barricade the door.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Almost there.
                         
          O'Shea and Lisa drag the heavy table into position.
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
          INT. PUB KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          Finally Brian sets the wick in the nozzle of the super-soaker
          alight, pumps furiously and aims it out the door.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    All right you ugly bollocks, have
                    some of this shit!
                         
          He takes squirts and ... nothing happens.   Except the gun tip
          melts and lights ablaze.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Ahh, Christ!
                         
          The Grabber ROARS getting closer.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    That's gonna blow!   Get rid of it!
                         
          Brian tosses the super-soaker outside and slams the door,
          double-bolting it, just in time as Una sways in, drink in
          hand, to find O'Shea, Lisa, Smith and Brian in a right state.
                         
                                             UNA
                                       (SLURRED)
                    What's goin' on?
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Nothing!
                         
          BOOM! A bright flash of fire blossoms outside.   O'Shea
          barricades the door with furniture.
                         
                                             UNA
                    What was that?
                  GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011      79.
                         
                         
                                                BRIAN
                       What was what?
                         
          Brian grabs a glass of wine.
                         
                                                BRIAN
                       Here, honey, have a drink.
                         
                                                UNA
                       I have a drink.
                         
                                                   BRIAN
                       Have two.
                         
                                                UNA
                       I've drunk enough.
                         
                                                   O'SHEA
                       Move back.
                         
          THUD!    The door rattles.
                         
                                                 UNA
                                          (CALLS OUT)
                       Who is it?
                         
                                                BRIAN
                       It's nobody, honey.
                         
                                                LISA
                       Who wants toast?
                         
                                                   SMITH
                       I do.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Is every one all right?
                         
                                                   LISA
                       Grand.
                         
          BLEURGH!    Smith vomits against the wall.
                         
                                                UNA
                       Mother of Jesus!
                         
          POP!    Lisa's toast arrives.      She butters it.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Is this what I'm like when I'm
                       drunk?
                         
          Lisa stares at him, chewing toast.       Eyes swimming.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       80.
                         
                         
                                             LISA
                    You're worse.
                         
          O'Shea hustles every one out of the kitchen.
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          O'Shea pushes through the oblivious patrons towards the bar.
          Brian flicks the taps. They hiss and sputter.
                         
                                              BRIAN
                                       (TO O'SHEA)
                    We're dry.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    We're what?!
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Unless someone goes outside to
                    change the kegs, we're done
                    drinking for the night.
                         
          Paddy's devastated.
                         
                                                PADDY
                    No!    NO!
                         
          He thumps the counter.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I was just gettin' a taste for it.
                         
          The gang talk over the din. The Islanders still blissfully
          unaware of what's happening.
                         
          For a moment O'Shea's lost in his own world as he notices
          he's absentmindedly clutching a pint from the counter. He
          considers it, then pushes it away, grabs a chair and rises.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Folks, listen carefully. We're
                    moving this party upstairs.
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    Ah now, what kind of party is this?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It's just a precaution.
                         
                                             UNA
                    A precaution to what?
                         
          O'Shea thinks.   Mamie rises with her coat.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       81.
                         
                         
                                             MAMIE
                                       (SLURRED)
                    I'm goin' home. I'm pisht.
                         
          She sits back down again, losing her balance.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    You can't.     No one can.
                         
                                                FR POTTS
                    Why?
                         
                                             LISA
                    It's raining.
                         
          People look, huh?
                         
                                             FISHERMAN
                    Someone better tell us what's
                    really going on here? Right now!
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Panic and confusion spreads through the crowd.
                         
                                             UNA
                    This party isn't for me, is it,
                    Brian?! You lied to me!
                         
                                             BRIAN
                                       (TO PADDY)
                    You see you! This is your fault.
                    You brought that thing on the
                    island.
                         
                                             UNA
                    What thing?
                         
          Smith hangs onto the pub wall, edging towards the front door
          as everyone's attention is focused on the commotion inside.
                         
                                             SMITH
                                       (MUMBLING)
                    Are these my sausages?!
                                       (PUKES)
                    Kill me.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          82.
                         
                         
                                             PADDY
                                       (TO BRIAN)
                    Ah relax. You'll give yourself
                    angina.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    I'll give ya angina.    Outside, now!
                    I claim ya!
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    No!   You can't go outside!
                         
                                             LISA
                        (to Fr Potts et al)
                    Because of the rain.
                         
          Lisa winks sleepily at the huddled masses as O'Shea gets
          between Brian and Paddy, separating them.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                                       (TO PADDY)
                    C'mon then, put 'em up.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Right you are! I'm sick of your
                    bollocks.
                         
          Brian rolls up his sleeves.   Paddy takes out his teeth.
                         
                                            O'SHEA
                    Paddy! Brian! Cop on, I'm asking
                    ya! Now's not the time for this.
                         
          Paddy and Brian drunkenly box (by missing every punch, and
          falling over a lot). Una repeatedly punches Brian's arm.
                         
                                             UNA
                                       (PUNCHING HIM)
                    Stop fightin! Stop fightin!
                         
          Fr Potts holds onto the huddled and terrified Islanders.
          Lisa looks them all in the eyes, swaying and smiling.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Don't worry, we have it all under
                    control. There's nothing trying to
                    kill you.
                         
          Smith opens the front door, letting a chilling breeze into
          the pub. Everyone turns to see.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    We need more alcohol.
                                       (DRY HEAVES)
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011      83.
                         
                         
          Smith staggers out the open door.
                         
                                             MAMIE
                    Thanks be to Jesus, let me out of
                    here!
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    No!
                         
          O'Shea runs to the door holding people back from trying to
          follow. Folks jostle to see out windows and over shoulders.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Get back! Smith, what are you
                    doing? Smith!
                         
          INT./EXT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Smith staggers out into the rain.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    It's raining again.
                         
          O'Shea, Lisa and Paddy hang at the door, watching.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Smith, listen to me. It's bigger
                    than you think. Get back inside
                    now! Please, I'm begging you.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    I need a picture with it. For
                    National Geographic. And Facebook.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Feck your photos, change the kegs!
                                       (OFF O'SHEA)
                    What? He's flutered, sure he'll be
                    fine. G'wan, Smith! Fine fella
                    y'are!
                         
          A GROWL in the darkness. A hint of movement in the blackest
          shadows. O'Shea pales. Smith raises his digital camera.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Smith, mate! Listen to me!
                         
          FLASH! He snaps a photo and The Grabber lights up for a
          split second, ten feet from Smith.
                         
                                             SMITH
                    Shush, you'll scare it.
                         
          INTERCUT SMITH with THE PUB.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011               84.
                         
                         
                                                 UNA
                     Oh my God!
                         
                                              FR POTTS
                     What the fuck was that?
                         
                                                 PADDY
                     A Grabber.
                         
          FLASH!   Eight feet away from Smith.       And moving slowly.
                         
          FLASH!   Five feet.
                         
          FLASH!   Two.
                         
          FLASH! The Grabber breaths on Smith, the air misting as its
          black lips unfurl back, revealing its pink bladed throat.
                         
                                              SMITH
                     Steady. You don't want to eat me.
                     I'm ripped to the tits!
                         
          Tentacles molest Smith, writhing all over him, mussing his
          hair. Licking and tasting his sweat.
                         
                                                 SMITH
                     Sticky.
                         
          The Grabber recoils, having tasted his sweat.       Yuck!
                         
                                              SMITH
                         (turns to others, grins)
                     See! I told you. It's just an
                     animal, it doesn't want to hur--
                         
          -- OOF! The Grabber flicks Smith out its way like a peanut,
          sending him shooting off into the night sky.
                         
          Folks SCREAM and whimper.       Complete shock.
                         
                                                 PADDY
                     He flew?!
                         
          The Grabber charges straight for them.       O'Shea slams the door
          and turns, back flush against it --
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                     Everyone, upstairs!      Now!
                         
          The pub door collapses and JUMPERS flood in, breaching the
          fort. No doubt about it now, they're on a sinking ship.
                         
          A stampede for the stairs.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         85.
                         
                         
          INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Islanders clamber into the corridor, petrified.
                         
          INT. STAIRWAY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS (SAME LOCATION)
                         
          O'Shea pulls a cabinet over, leaving obstacles in his wake.
                         
          INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          O'Shea and some others push furniture down the stairs,
          blocking access with a fortified wall of rubble.
                         
          The upstairs hallway is jammed as Brian opens a door into an
          OLD DISUSED UPSTAIRS PUB, allowing people to filter in. The
          ruckus below sounding like a bar brawl.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Everyone, stay calm.    They can't
                    get up here.
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    And what in the name of fuck were
                    those things?
                         
                                                PADDY
                    Jumpers.
                         
                                                FR POTTS
                    Ha?
                         
                                                PADDY
                    They jump.
                         
          THUD! CRASH! BANG! Islanders whimper.      O'Shea moves
          through the hallway, through the crowd.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Has anyone been bitten?
                        (no one has)
                    You haven't been bitten because of
                    the alcohol you've been drinking.
                    They're allergic to drunk people.
                    So there's no need to panic, we're
                    safe up here. Has anyone got a
                    mobile on them?
                         
          Everyone takes out a phone, some take out two.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Call the mainland. Call the
                    Coastguard. Call whoever you can
                    get through to.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        86.
                         
                         
          They start dialling.
                         
                                             MAMIE
                    Father, is it the apocalypse?
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    Jesus, I hope not.
                         
          O'Shea catches his breath, hunched against the corner. He
          looks up to Una, Brian, Lisa and Paddy watching him. He
          forces the best smile he can muster.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    We'll be fine!
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          The Grabber retreats into the darkness.
                         
          INT. DISUSED PUB - NIGHT - LATER
                         
          Brian opens the door to a supply closet. O'Shea and Lisa
          flank him. The closet's full of innocuous cleaning products,
          blankets, etc.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    It's just linen and cleaning stuff.
                    Nothing we can really use.
                         
                                             FISHERMAN
                    Why can't ya just shoot it?     Ye
                    guys must have some guns.
                         
          Brian closes the closet.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    We're the Gardai. Not the LAPD.
                        (off their faces)
                    An Garda Siochana will succeed not
                    by force of arms or numbers, but on
                    their moral authority as servants
                    of the people.
                         
          Lisa gasps. She grins at him with drunken pride.    O'Shea
          almost blushes.
                         
                                             FISHERMAN
                    We're bolloxed.
                         
                                                BRIAN
                    Yep.
                         
          Brian shuts the door.
                  GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       87.
                         
                         
          INT. DISUSED PUB - NIGHT
                         
          O'Shea watches the windows.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Something's not right.   It can't be
                       that hungry.
                         
          Eavesdropping, Paddy chimes in.
                         
                                                PADDY
                       It's the female. It's following
                       her scent. Sure didn't she slime
                       you in the lab? Like with me
                       bathroom and Tadhg Murphy.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Tadhg Murphy's dead!
                         
          Some hallway people whimper, overhearing O'Shea.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       No, no, Tadhg Murphy's fine. He's
                       at the festival on the mainland.
                         
                                                LISA
                       And so's his wife.
                         
          The Islanders gasp.    Irene's dead too?!     Ah fuck.
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          THUD!    A dead sheep slams the door (as Cooney did).
                         
          INT. LISA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
                         
          Brian peeks out the bedroom window.     Brian rounds the corner,
          back towards O'Shea et al ...
                         
                                                BRIAN
                       It's swinging one of Tommy
                       Riordan's sheep at the door.
                         
          Paddy, Lisa, Una and O'Shea look.     THUD!   THUD!
                  GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011      88.
                         
                         
                                                LISA
                       My cat does that, then leaves it on
                       the doorstep as a present.
                         
                                                PADDY
                       A mating ritual.
                         
          THUD!    CRASH!   BANG!
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       What the hell does that mean?
                         
                                                PADDY
                       It'll try to mount you, somehow.
                       Failing that it'll most likely rip
                       you limb from limb in frustration.
                         
                                                 O'SHEA
                       Grand.   Ah sure what can ya do.
                         
                                                LISA
                       Play hard to get.
                         
          THUD!    The Grabber ROARS and slithers off into the shadows.
                         
                                                   HILDA
                       Oh, God.     What does it want?
                         
          O'Shea looks at the scared Islanders. He's what it wants.
          The sound of WINDOWS SHATTERING. Islander's whimper.
                         
                                                UNA
                       It's not gonna stop, is it? We
                       won't survive the night. We're on
                       a sinking ship.
                         
          Brian breathalyses himself sorrowfully.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       What's your reading?
                         
                                                 BRIAN
                       Too drunk to drive a car but not
                       drunk enough. We're sobering up.
                       All of us.
                         
          O'Shea nods tensely.
                         
          Brian consoles Una as another loud THUD shakes the floor and
          the ceiling light shade above them.
                         
                                                UNA
                       We can't just sit here. It'll
                       bring the walls down around us.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011   89.
                         
                         
                                             PADDY
                    What if we threw a bomb at it?
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Have you got semtex on you?
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Not on me, no.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    How about we like push it off a
                    cliff or something.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Or electrocute it?   I don't know.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I vote we feed it Father Potts.
                    Unless it eats shit it'll choke to
                    death.
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    I beg your pardon.
                         
          Fr Potts perks up from the darker corner.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Feck, is he in here? I was joking,
                    Father. I apologise.
                         
          Fr Potts disregards him.
                         
                                             UNA
                    If we can't destroy it, what can we
                    do?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                        (to Fr Potts)
                    What about the phones?
                         
          Fr Potts shakes his head.   Nothing.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    OK, we know it does two things: it
                    drinks blood and it breathes water.
                    We took away one, we could take
                    away the other.
                         
                                             UNA
                    What do you mean?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    We need to keep it away from water.
                    Dry it out somehow.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         90.
                         
                         
                                             PADDY
                        (re. the rain)
                    Look outside.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    There's got to be some way we can
                    stop it, fight fire with fire.
                         
          Lisa notices her police boots from the day before, seeing the
          chalky stains all along them. An idea!
                         
                                             LISA
                    The Grabber! Not the Grabber-
                    Grabber, the mechanical one!
                        (off their confusion)
                    The big yoke, with the arm and the
                    thing and you know? That big aul
                    whatchamacallit you crush things
                    with. The feckin' thing at
                    Cooney's site! What's it called?
                         
                                                PADDY
                    A Grabber?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Exactly! With that thing you could
                    grab it, hoist it up and trap it.
                    It's raining now but it has to stop
                    some time right? And when it does
                    it'd be stuck. Once the sun comes
                    up it'd cook. That'd dry it out.
                         
          O'Shea's eyes brighten, he smiles at Lisa.    She smiles back,
          properly proud of herself.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    You think you can catch that thing?
                         
                                             UNA
                    Sure 'tis lepping about all over
                    the shop.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    You'd need some sort of...?
                         
          O'Shea clenches the leprechaun key-ring in his fist.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    -- A death trap.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011        91.
                         
                         
          INT. DISUSED PUB - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          O'Shea moves to a window to clock a white PICKUP TRUCK parked
          outside in the rain. His purposeful stride instilling
          confidence in the others. O'Shea's back in charge.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                                       (TO BRIAN)
                    Have you got the keys to your
                    truck?
                         
          Brian checks his pockets.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    They'd be in the kitchen.     On the
                    table, I think.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I need them.
                         
                                             UNA
                    You can't go downstairs, those
                    things will tear you to pieces.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    She's right.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    You might not get past them, but
                    someone else could.
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    You'd be talking about the drunkest
                    person we got.
                         
          All eyes fall on Lisa as she licks her dry mouth.   Off their
                         LOOKS --
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Absolutely not, it's too risky.
                    Paddy you go.
                         
                                              PADDY
                    What?   Feck off!   Brian should go.
                         
          Brian considers it.   Una's having none of it.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    I could try...
                         
                                             UNA
                    Not a hope.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011            92.
                         
                         
                                             LISA
                        (rises, swaying)
                    Slow down there. I'll do it.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    No.   It's too dangerous.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Which is exactly why you'll want
                    the best drunken guard this
                    country's ever seen. Right?
                         
          Lisa looks at him, holding his stare.     O'Shea smiles.
                         
          INT. TOP OF STAIRS - NIGHT - LATER
                         
          The gang rally around Lisa at the stairway blockade.       O'Shea
          hands her the nail-gun.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    If you get in trouble.      Pull the
                    trigger.
                         
          She takes it in her hands, drunkenly marveling.
                         
                                             LISA
                    Oooh, savage.
                         
          She pulls the trigger and a nail stabs the wall inches from
          Paddy's head.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Careful.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    You missed.
                         
          Paddy throws Brian a withering look.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Just get the keys and come right
                    back. I'll do the rest.
                         
          Fr Potts blesses her.
                         
                                               LISA
                    Got it.    Just the keys.
                         
          They pull away debris, allowing a gap. Lisa and O'Shea's
          gaze holds a second longer than necessary. Lisa smiles.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I'll be all right.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         93.
                         
                         
          INT. STAIRWAY - NIGHT - INTERCUT
                         
          Lisa scrambles through.    Una steals a glimpse downstairs.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Look what they've done to the
                    carpets!
                         
          Brian consoles Una as O'Shea and Paddy seal the gap.
                         
          Suddenly Lisa TRIPS and slips down some stairs. Waking the
          dead. O'Shea, Brian, Una and Paddy gasp, listening.
                         
          Lisa picks herself up.
                         
                                              LISA
                    IT'S OK!   I'M ALL RIGHT!
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                    Shush!!    Keep your voice down!
                         
                                             PADDY
                    She's a goner.
                         
          O'Shea looks at Paddy, then at Brian.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    How are you gonna get to the truck?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Run very fast.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Love, you're not that fast.
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    You'll need a decoy.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    I got it. If its you it wants,
                    then we give it what it wants. We
                    fashion a dummy, dress it up like
                    bait and confuse the shite out of
                    it. It won't know where to look
                    when there's two of you.
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    And how the hell do we make a
                    dummy?
                         
          O'Shea looks at Paddy, he likes that idea.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Improvise.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          94.
                         
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Jumpers mill about, tearing the place asunder. One studies
          itself in a mirror, until it can't stand itself any more. It
          attacks the mirror and knocks itself out.
                         
          Another chokes while trying to eat a pool ball.   Lisa rounds
          a corner, slumping lazily against the wall.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Focus.
                         
          She takes a deep breath and moves in amongst them. She
          sidesteps over one and dips her hand into a peanut bowl.
          She palms them into her mouth, chews and scans the room.
                         
          A Jumper leaps onto the counter beside her. POP! It
          collapses back. Another Jumper climbs onto her foot.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Get off.
                         
          She kicks her leg and the Jumper flies off and smacks into
          the JUKEBOX, turning it on. Mundy's "Galway Girl" blasts.
                         
          INT. DISUSED PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Brian, Una, Fr Potts, O'Shea and Paddy grab supplies. A mop,
          a broom, a coat rack, marigold gloves, twine. The MUSIC
                         BLEEDS UPSTAIRS:
                         
                                             UNA
                    I love that song.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    What is she doing at all?
                         
          They begin assembling something as O'Shea masks his concern:
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Hurry.
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
                         OMITTED
                         
          INT. PUB KITCHEN - NIGHT
                         
          Lisa searches for the keys. She scans the floor, finding the
          full bottle of potcheen Smith drank.
                         
          She tucks it in her jacket pocket and continues searching as
          behind her the back door slowly opens; its lock broken.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         95.
                         
                         
          Tentacles reach inside, snaking silently towards her as she
          finds Smith's Zippo lighter and holds onto it.
                         
          She spots the keys under a stove and reaches, straining. Her
          face flush with the floor as the tentacles close in. Suddenly
          a stray tentacle knocks a dangling skillet --
                         
          -- CLANG! Lisa spins and fires the nail gun as tentacles
          rush towards her.
                         
          A hail of nails stab the wall and BLOW OUT the wall mounted
          fuse box -- BANG!
                         
          INT. DISUSED PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Sudden DARKNESS is met with SCREAMS!
                         
                         MAHER'S PUB
                         
          Lisa dives into the main bar and flips the Zippo lighter as
          the Grabber seizes her leg.
                         
          The lighter falls beyond reach and takes fuel off the coat
          rack. Flames crawl high upon the jackets and coats.
                         
                                              LISA
                    UH FIRE!   FIRE!
                         
          The Grabber drags Lisa across the pub floor.
                         
          INT./EXT. DISUSED PUB - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Paddy, Brian and O'Shea slot the mop into the coat rack and
          slide a broom through the horizontal gap, its clear now
          they're building a scarecrow. O'Shea puts his jacket over
          it, dressing it. Una sniffs the air in the hall.
                         
                                             UNA
                    Do you smell smoke?
                         
          INT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Lisa grabs hold of the bar counter foot rail, but she's
          quickly pulled from it and slides into the
                         
                         PUB KITCHEN
                         
          towards the gaping jaws that fill the backyard door frame.
          She grabs broken bottles off the floor and stabs at the
          tentacle, glassing them. She grabs Dr Gleeson's board with a
          nail in it and slams it home. It uncoils around her feet.
                         
          Free, she runs for the pub front door.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011           96.
                         
                         
          INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY WINDOW - NIGHT
                         
          O'Shea frantically pulls apart the blockade as smoke funnels
          up towards them. People panic.
                         
                                             FR POTTS
                    We're going up in flames!
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Where is she?
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    You gotta go now.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I need those keys.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    We can't wait, son.
                         
          O'Shea opens the hallway window and climbs out.   He nods
          towards Brian awaiting his cue: do it.
                         
          INT. DISUSED PUB - NIGHT
                         
          Brian flings the window open towards the rain.
                         
                                             PADDY
                    Yoohoo! Come and get me, you
                    rotten bastard!
                         
          Paddy, Fr Potts, Brian and Una pick up O'Shea's scarecrow
          decoy and chuck it out the window into the back yard. Brian
          shuts the window and SPLAT-BANG!
                         
          Everyone jumps back!   Startled as --
                         
          -- the Grabbers's mouth fills the window, kissing glass. It
          crawls upwards, smudging the window. Folks stare, horrified.
                         
          Brian looks back at O'Shea's open window.   He runs to it.
                         
          EXT. MAHER'S PUB - NIGHT
                         
          O'Shea drops onto the back wall and shimmies along it.
                         
                                             BRIAN
                    Run, O'Shea, run!
                         
          O'Shea looks back at Brian and sees pitching itself over the
          roof of the pub -- the GRABBER. It cascades towards him like
          a sticky spaghetti slinky, tentacles tumbling.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011         97.
                         
                         
          Suddenly skidding around the corner, spewing up mud, comes
          Lisa in Brian's old pickup. She parks right below O'Shea.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                     Lisa?
                         
                                              LISA
                     Would ya come on for fuck sake!
                         
          O'Shea's never been so pleased to see her behind the wheel.
                         
          INT./EXT. PICKUP - NIGHT
                         
          THUMP!   O'Shea jumps in the pickup.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                     GO!
                         
                                              LISA
                     I'm breaking so many laws.
                     Drinking on duty. Driving under
                     the influence. Speeding. Driving
                     without lights on.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                     PUT YOUR LIGHTS ON!
                         
                                              LISA
                                        (SHE DOES)
                     Ah that's better.
                         
          They tear off, leaving the Grabber behind.     ROARING!
                         
          INT. UPSTAIRS WINDOW - NIGHT
                         
          Brian, Paddy and Una watch from the window.
                         
                                              PADDY
                     Good luck, boy.
                         
          Brian hands Paddy an axe.      (Burying the hatchet.)
                         
                                              BRIAN
                     Let's bury the hatchet, Paddy...
                     into the heads of those feckin'
                     things!
                         
                                               PADDY
                     Jumpers.
                         
                                               UNA
                     Come on!
                         
          Paddy takes the axe and the trio turn to go to work.
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011       98.
                         
                         
          EXT. MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT
                         
          Brian's pickup races along, splashing through a puddle and
          leaving an empty road in its wake, that is until the Grabber
          appears over the hill, ripping along and gaining on them.
                         
          EXT. DERELICT SITE - NIGHT
                         
          Rain dribbles down the "KEEP OUT" sign as the pickup smacks
          into it, knocking it down. Lisa and O'Shea bail out and
          regard the empty site. Lisa runs towards the trucks as --
                         
          -- O'Shea makes a beeline for the site's gennie. He starts
          it up and light fills the site from big work lamps dotted
          about.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    It's following me, so you get the
                    crusher and I'll lure it into
                    position.
                         
          Lisa backs into O'Shea, dread painted on her face.
                         
                                                LISA
                    It's gone.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    What is?
                         
                                             LISA
                    The crusher, the JCB. It's gone.
                    It's not here anymore.
                         
          On that -- A ROAR! They turn and see the Grabber staring at
          them from across camp. It stalks forward like a cat
          approaching its prey. O'Shea and Lisa back up, keeping their
          distance. No sudden movements.
                         
                                                LISA
                    Ciarán.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    I know.
                         
                                             LISA
                    What are we gonna do now?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Fuck knows.
                         
          O'Shea takes out and checks the flare gun. Two cartridges.
          He looks around him, looking for ideas. He sees something --
               GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          99.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I've got an idea.
                         
          Lisa clocks something, too.   On the other side of them.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I've got an idea too.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    What's your idea?
                         
                                             LISA
                    Why, what are you thinking?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                                   I'M THINKING--
                         
          The Grabber lurches forward sounding the starter pistol and
          storms towards them.
                         
                                             LISA
                        (at the Grabber)
                    Wait! We're not ready!
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Run!
                         
                                             LISA
                    Give me the keys!
                         
          O'Shea tosses Cooney's leprechaun key-chain at Lisa. She
          reaches to catch it but it sails past her drunken hands.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Got 'em.   Shit!
                         
          Lisa staggers after the keys and snatches them off the
          footprints she left in the cement, now dry and rock hard.
                         
                                              LISA
                    Got 'em!
                         
          O'Shea runs the incline of the ramp, gunning for the pit.
                         
          INT./EXT. BULLDOZER - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Lisa slams into the bulldozer and stabs Cooney's keys into
          the driver's door but they won't open. They're --
                         
                                             LISA
                    -- the wrong keys. It won't open.
                                       (SPOTS SOMETHING)
              GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          100.
                         
                         
          She grabs a 2x4 off the ground and smashes the cabin's
          window. She climbs inside, grabs a screwdriver off a toolbox
          and sets to work jacking the ignition.
                         
                                             LISA
                    ... Breaking and entering.   Jacking
                    a stolen vehicle ...
                         
          INT. DERELICT SITE - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          O'Shea finds the pit as the Grabber follows him, ROARING. He
          darts across the metal ladder laid over the pit like a
          rickety bridge. The concrete hole waiting to swallow him up.
                         
          The Grabber edges towards the pit, snarling.     It reaches the
          edge and stalls, feeling its surroundings.
                         
          O'Shea is almost at the other side of the ladder when the
          Grabber snatches hold of it and yanks it away from under him.
                         
          O'Shea just makes the safety of the rim giving him a foothold
          with a twenty foot drop onto shards of broken barrels and
          iron girders beyond that. If he slips he's dead.
                         
          The Grabber considers him, edging no further. O'Shea sees
          the oil tanks, he aims the flare gun at the drums. Finger on
          the trigger, ready and waiting.
                         
                                              O'SHEA
                    Come on, you langer. Just a little
                    closer. Move. Hey, you want me,
                    you're going have to come across
                    and get --
                         
          -- WHIPAH! The Grabber's barbed tongue shoots across the pit
          and lances the air around him. O'Shea's well within reach.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Awwwwww bollocks.
                         
          WHIPAH! O'Shea jumps left. WHIPAH! He jumps right. Inches
          to spare each time as O'Shea tries to take aim while ducking.
                         
          He fires and the flare misses the oil drum. It strikes an
          exposed girder and lands in the pit, glowing and smouldering.
                         
          He ducks the tongue and reloads, balanced precariously.
                         
          INT./EXT. BULLDOZER - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          Lisa jacks the screwdriver into the ignition and turns. The
          ENGINE rumbles to life along with the radio. She moves to
          put on her seat-belt but stops herself. Feck it.
              GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011            101.
                         
                         
          She flips the lights on, full beam. Releases the hand-brake.
          Steels herself and slams the foot down, switching gears. All
          the while absentmindedly mumbling along to the radio.
                         
          Treads spin, spitting mud.   Here she comes...
                         
          INT. PIT - NIGHT
                         
          WHIPAH!   The tongue lashes out and O'Shea ducks it.
                         
                                               O'SHEA
                     Enough!   Piss off!
                         
          WHIPAH! The tongue strikes again but this one lances
          O'Shea's shoulder and spins him like a top! O'Shea smacks
          off the pit's floor, just missing an iron girder. Ouch!
                         
          He lands hard on his shoulder, struck with utter agony.
                         
          Tentacles surround, curling towards him. He grabs his strewn
          flare gun and buries himself in the corner of the pit, rain
          and mud dribbling down upon him.
                         
          He reloads and takes aim at the oil drums. This final shot
          will certainly kill him. Yet he's willing to do it.
                         
          He grips the trigger, summoning all he has ... AS THE SOUND
          OF AN ENGINE DRAWS CLOSE. Headlights shine over the pit --
                         
          INT./EXT. BULLDOZER / RAMP - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          -- Lisa slams her foot down, gunning it.    Eyes burning.
                         
                                              LISA
                     Get away from him, you --!
                         
          The Grabber turns, seeing Lisa a second too late as she slams
          into it with a SLOPPY-THUD! The Grabber ROARS, obscuring her
          last word. She waits for it to stop squealing and ...
                         
                                               LISA
                     Cunt.   (Alternative: langer.)
                         
          EXT. PIT - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          The Grabber crashes into the pit as the bulldozer pivots and
          pins it; its scoop slamming down and severing the Grabber's
          extended tongue.
                         
          O'Shea rises, back to the pit wall, inches from the carnage.
          He stuffs the flare gun in his belt and climbs the
          bulldozer's treads towards level ground.
              GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011            102.
                         
                         
          Tentacles whip and flail around him as Lisa clambers from the
          cabin and grabs his hand.
                         
                                                LISA
                    I got you.
                         
          She helps him climb out and they catch their breath.    Elated.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    You took your sweet time.
                         
          Lisa reveals Paddy's potcheen bottle.
                         
                                             LISA
                    I think this calls for a
                    celebration.
                         
          O'Shea laughs but then his face drops.    He looks down to see
          a tentacle wrap around his waist.
                         
                                                LISA
                    O'Shea!
                         
          It pulls him off his feet as he grabs Lisa's bottle.
                         
          Pulled towards the Grabber's snapping maw, it draws him in,
          jaws snarling. Almost grinning. It's going to enjoy this.
                         
          But at the last moment O'Shea pops the cork and chucks the
          bottle into its mouth.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                    Sláinte.
                         
          The Grabber chokes and spasms.   A monstrous wail and --
                         
          -- O'Shea is flung into the air.
                         
          EXT. DERELICT SITE RAMP - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
                         
          O'Shea lands.   He spits up dirt as Lisa runs to him.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    He couldn't handle his drink.
                         
          She leans in close as if to kiss him. O'Shea puckers up.
          But Lisa grabs the flare gun from his belt and runs back to
          the precipice of the pit.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    ... What are you...?
                         
          She aims it at the oil drums.    The ROAR of the Grabber.
              GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          103.
                         
                         
                                                LISA
                       Oh shut your hole.
                         
          She fires!
                         
          KABOOOOOM!
                         
          The shockwave hurtles Lisa onto her arse beside O'Shea.    Both
          laid out in the mud. Grabber gunk and rain pelts them.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       Jesus, you're dangerous.
                         
                                                LISA
                                          (THRILLED)
                       I know!
                         
          They laugh.
                         
          EXT. GRASSY HILL OVERLOOKING BEACH - DAWN
                         
          No longer raining, O'Shea and Lisa look absolutely filthy as
          they come walking over the hillside. She hiccups demurely.
                         
                                                LISA
                       You look like crap.
                         
                                                   O'SHEA
                       So do you.
                         
          They shuffle on together. Battle-scarred. Limping.   Side-by-
          side. Lisa takes O'Shea's flask from her pocket.
                         
                                                   LISA
                       Here.
                         
          She hands it to him. O'Shea remembers it for a brief moment,
          then lets it fall away. Lisa smiles. Proud of him.
                         
          They stagger on, the beautiful sea panorama before them.
          Casually they fill the pauses, at ease with the world.
                         
                                                LISA
                       I think I'll take some time-off.
                         
                                                O'SHEA
                       You know if you lived here you'd be
                       home already.
                         
          Lisa absorbs the vista before her.
                         
                                                LISA
                       Home of the Erin Island Grabbers.
                       It's gonna get mental round here.
              GRABBERS - Production Draft (GOLD) 28/1/2011          104.
                         
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    I'll need all the help I can get.
                         
          O'Shea puts his arm around her, and they seem right together.
                         
                                             LISA
                    You want to get some breakfast?
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Yeah.
                         
                                             LISA
                    First, lets get out of these wet
                    clothes.
                         
                                             O'SHEA
                    Sounds good.
                         
          They laugh, and stumble on arm-in-arm into the sunrise.
                         
          EXT. SHORE - DAWN
                         
          In the ripples of sand, a different pattern is obvious, some
          unusual tracks lead to water... Jumpers. They made it.
                         
                                                             FADE OUT.
                         
                                             THE END