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                               PARANORMAN



                               Written by                        

                           Christopher Butler

                         

                         

          1 INT. RESEARCH LABORATORY - NIGHT 1

           An attractive FEMALE SCIENTIST in a gore-spattered lab
           coat moves fearfully along a wall, passing benches strewn
           with broken lab equipment. Her ample bosom heaves as she
           PANTS nervously, mascara-rimmed eyes darting to and fro.
           Glass SMASHES on the floor nearby and MELODRAMATIC MUSIC
           swells. The woman backs into a shadow, not noticing a
           pair of dead eyes catching the moonlight behind her.
           The music climbs to a frenzy as something GROANS horribly
           into the woman's ear. She spins around on her stiletto
           heels as a rotted face looms out of the darkness,
           drooling through broken teeth, and lunges at her neck.

                          ZOMBIE
           Brains!
           CLOSE ON the woman as she raises her hands and SCREAMS.

                          CUT TO:

                         

                         2 2

           INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

           Eleven year-old NORMAN BABCOCK sits on the floor
           watching TV. He has large piercing eyes and a messy shock
           of hair. The movie scene we just witnessed continues off-
           screen with the sound of bloodcurdling SCREAMS.
           Behind him sitting upon a sofa is GRANDMA BABCOCK, a
           plump old lady squinting through thick glasses.

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           What's happening now?

                          NORMAN
           The zombie is eating her head,
           Grandma.

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           That's not very nice. What's he
           doing that for?

                          NORMAN
           Because he's a zombie. That's what
           they do.

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           Well he's going to ruin his
           dinner. I'm sure if they just
           bothered to sit down and talk it
           through it'd be a different story.
           Norman CHUCKLES, as if the idea is absurd, then winces as
           he hears his father shout from the kitchen.
           ParaNorman 2.

                         2 CONTINUED: 2

           PERRY BABCOCK (O.S.)
           Norman! Didn't I tell you to take
           out the garbage?

                          NORMAN
           Coming, Dad!

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           Tell him to turn up the thermostat
           too, will ya? My feet are like
           ice.
           Norman nods to her and shuffles over to the kitchen door.

                         

                         3 3

           INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

           Norman's mother, SANDRA BABCOCK, is emptying the
           dishwasher. She is in her late thirties, and wears `mom'
           clothes that do no favors for her figure. His father,
           PERRY BABCOCK, is older, with a neatly-trimmed beard
           trying hard to delineate chin from neck. He stands on a
           chair, decked out in tool belt and safety goggles, even
           though he's only changing a light bulb in a ceiling
           fixture.
           Sandra smiles at her son as he makes his way silently to
           an overstuffed trash can as tall as he is.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Hi. Whatcha watching in there?

                          NORMAN
           Sex and violence.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Oh. That's nice.
           Perry glares over as Norman wrestles with the garbage.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Can't you be like other kids your
           age and pitch a tent in the yard,
           or have a healthy interest in
           carpentry?

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Perry...

                          NORMAN
           I thought you said kids my age
           were too busy shoplifting and
           joyriding?

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Norman!
           He hefts the bag onto the floor and ties it in a knot.
           ParaNorman 3.

                         3 CONTINUED: 3
           Breezing into the kitchen through the back door while
           CHATTING inanely on her cell phone, Norman's older sister
           COURTNEY is fifteen years-old and is the bleached-blonde
           cheerleader archetype of every schoolboy's sordid dreams.

                          COURTNEY
           Oh yeah, he's r-i-double p-e-d.
           Like, a seven pack at least.

                          (TO NORMAN)
           Ew! Watch it!
           She pushes her brother out of the way as he drags the
           garbage outside.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Courtney, be nice.

                          COURTNEY
           Yeah, she totally doesn't deserve
           him. I mean, she's nice and I
           really like her, but she's a
           complete loser. Yeah, I know.
           Courtney slumps into a chair at the table, twisting a
           strand of gum out of her mouth with a finger.
           Norman returns inside and shuts the door, pausing a
           moment as if thinking something over.

                          NORMAN
           Dad? Grandma says, "Can you turn
           up the heating?" Her feet are
           cold.
           The bubble Courtney is blowing POPS against her face,
           Perry rolls his eyes and GROANS, and Sandra pales.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Now, Perry...

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           How many times do we have to go
           through this, Son? Your
           grandmother is dead!

                          NORMAN
           I know!

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Then why do you keep on talking to
           her?

                          NORMAN
           Because she talks back!

                          COURTNEY
           O-M-G, you are such a liar!
           ParaNorman 4.

                         3 CONTINUED: (2) 3

                          NORMAN
           I'm not making this up! I swear!
           She talks to me all the time!

                          COURTNEY
           Oh yeah? Prove it!
           Norman levels her a look that says "you asked for this".

                          NORMAN
           She said it's not very ladylike to
           hide photos of the High School
           quarterback with his shirt off in
           your underwear drawer.
           Sandra and Perry raise their eyebrows.

                          COURTNEY
           I knew it! You've been sneaking
           around in my personal stuff!

                          NORMAN
           No I haven't! Grandma told me!

                          COURTNEY
           You are the worst!
           Courtney, brimming with outrage, storms out of the
           kitchen, her ponytail wagging furiously behind her.
           Sandra kneels down beside Norman with a wearily
           sympathetic smile.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Norman, I know you and Grandma
           were very close, but we all have
           to move on. Grandma's in a better
           place now.

                          NORMAN
           No she's not, she's in the living
           room.
           Perry throws his arms in the air, swaying on the chair.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Your grandmother was old and sick,
           and she died. That's all there is
           to it!

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Perry, this is just part of the
           mourning process.
           ParaNorman 5.

                         3 CONTINUED: (3) 3

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Stop indulging him! I'm nothing if
           I'm not liberal, but that limp-
           wristed, hippie garbage needs to
           be nipped in the bud!
           Norman SIGHS and steps between his parents as they argue.
           He mutely heads out of the room.

                         

                         4 4

           EXT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, FRONT YARD - CONTINUOUS

           The argument in the kitchen continues, slightly muted.

           PERRY BABCOCK (O.S.)
           This behavior might be okay with
           your side of the family, but I'm
           not putting up with it anymore!
           Not me!

           SANDRA BABCOCK (O.S.)
           Oh, not this again!
           PAN UP to find a light go on in Norman's bedroom window.

                         

                         5 5

           INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, NORMAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

           Norman sits on his bed, using a couple of zombie action
           figures to act out his parents' ongoing "discussion"
           which carries upstairs.
           Norman gets up off the bed and approaches the door.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           This isn't the West Coast, Sandra;
           people talk! They do!

           SANDRA BABCOCK (O.S.)
           He's just sensitive, Perry.

           PERRY BABCOCK (O.S.)
           Oh please, "sensitive" is writing
           poetry and being lousy at team
           sports... not this! I won't have
           him turn out like that uncle of
           yours! If that crazy old tramp has
           been around here putting ideas in
           Norman's head...

           SANDRA BABCOCK (O.S.)
           Perry, no one's had anything to do
           with Uncle Prenderghast in years!
           I bet he doesn't even know what
           Norman looks like!
           Norman quietly closes the door, and the room goes black.
           ParaNorman 6.

                         

                         

          6 INT. MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, STUDY - NIGHT 6

           CLOSE ON a faded photograph of Norman, held in the grimy
           hand of MR PRENDERGHAST. He stands over a dusty desk
           scattered with pictures of Norman, Sandra and older
           family members. He is in a dark study; a wall-to-wall
           trove of curious miscellanea and dumpster-dived junk.

                          MR PRENDERGHAST
           Not much time, not much time...
           He pulls an old leather-bound book out from the mess, and
           traces a finger over a woodcut illustration on its cover;
           an ethereal woman lying beneath a cluster of stars.
           Wincing with pain, the man drops the book and clutches at
           his chest, COUGHING and GASPING horribly.
           CAMERA PANS to a wall covered in countless photographs,
           newspaper clippings and scrawled occult markings. It is a
           shrine of sorts; a madman's recondite genealogy project,
           and at its center is a photograph of Norman, posing with
           his family on vacation.
           ZOOM IN to the photograph, hurtling past the Babcocks and
           through dense trees further and further into a dark
           forest.

                          TITLE: PARANORMAN

                         

                         7 7

           INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, NORMAN'S BEDROOM - MORNING

           Norman opens bleary eyes, turns off his zombie hand alarm
           clock, and slides out of bed.

                         

          8 INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - MORNING 8

           Dressed for school, Norman pauses at the front door and
           turns to look at the sofa in the living room. He waves
           happily, and Grandma smiles back.
           Courtney passes him as she comes down the stairs in the
           opposite direction. She also stops to look at the sofa,
           but to her eyes it is empty. She sneers contemptuously.

                         

                         9 9

           EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - MORNING

           Norman ambles past houses and lawns spotted with small-
           town America detritus; cheap plastic lawn furniture,
           peeling-paint fences and cookie-cutter topiary. Here the
           quaint colonial buildings are mostly in disrepair, their
           picket fences rotten or daubed in graffiti.
           ParaNorman 7.

                         9 CONTINUED: 9
           Norman is watched dubiously by the occasional passer-by
           as he shouts amiable greetings to people who simply
           aren't there.

                          NORMAN
           Good morning! Hey Bruce! How's it
           goin'? Not much. I'm kind of late
           for school. I need to go. Hi, nice
           to see you guys. Good morning.
           Sorry I gotta run. Excuse me.
           Pardon me. See ya.
           At one street corner, Norman bends over a gutter. He is
           watched curiously by a man retrieving his morning paper
           across the other side of the street.
           MAN'S POV - Norman crouches over the flattened remains of
           raccoon road kill.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Hey there little buddy! C'mere!
           He realizes he is being stared at and slowly turns to
           face the onlooker, then hurries away.
           Though no one else sees them, to Norman's eyes, a whole
           host of ghosts are meandering through the streets.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Yeah, good to see you! How you
           doin'? Hi Mrs Hardman. You look
           nice today. I like what you've
           done with your hair.

                          HAIRDRYER GHOST
           Does anyone smell burning?

                          HIPPY GHOST
           Hey, peace, man.

                          NORMAN
           Totally.

           CIVIL WAR GHOST
           As you were, soldier.

                          NORMAN
           Sir, yes sir!

                          GREASER GHOST
           Yo Norman, you playin' hookie?

                          NORMAN
           No no, I'm just late for school.
           Sorry, I gotta go.
           (to Mobster Ghost)
           How you doin'?
           ParaNorman 8.

                         9 CONTINUED: (2) 9

                          MOBSTER GHOST
           Hey, how you doin'?
           A little further along Norman nods pleasantly to the
           ghost of a parachutist impaled in the branches of a
           roadside tree.

                          NORMAN
           Hi! How's it hanging?

                          PARACHUTIST GHOST
           Ho ho! Haven't heard that one
           before. Well, it's a nice day.

                         

                         11 11

           EXT. MAIN STREET - MORNING

           Its industrial days now rusted behind it, Blithe Hollow
           has become a run-down tourist town, celebrating its
           heritage with lame fetes and crass knick-knacks. A
           massive billboard beside the main square reads "BLITHE
           HOLLOW - A GREAT PLACE TO HANG!" illustrated by a group
           of waving Puritans beside an equally cheerful witch
           hanging from a gallows. Across the street a huge banner
           suggests this year is particularly important for the
           town; "BLITHE HOLLOW - 300 BEWITCHIN' YEARS!"
           The town center is lacking in charm; its historical
           buildings subsumed into a vulgar modern thoroughfare with
           gaudy witch-themed shop fronts and cracked sidewalks.
           Everywhere Norman walks, the witch theme is prevalent.
           Cars have bumper stickers that extol such witticisms as
           "MY OTHER CAR IS A BROOM". There's a dingy bar, the BAR
           GENTO, and a greeting card store called BEST WITCHES.
           Norman hurries past SHERIFF HOOPER, a heavyset black
           woman, and DEPUTY DWAYNE, lanky and awkward and looking
           like he'd rather be elsewhere.

                          SHERIFF HOOPER
           Watch and learn. "Parking
           violation" is my middle name.

                          DEPUTY DWAYNE
           Really? I thought it was Rhona.
           They glance up disdainfully as Norman passes by. Clearly
           in this town Norman has something of a bad reputation.

                         

          12 EXT. SCHOOL ENTRANCE - MORNING 12

           Norman walks up a tree lined path that leads to a squat
           school building. Out front, the name "BLITHE HOLLOW
           MIDDLE SCHOOL" is carved into an ugly hunk of granite.
           ParaNorman 9.

                         12 CONTINUED: 12
           SCHOOL KIDS line the path in front of Norman; a gauntlet
           of jeering, merciless, pre-pubescent horror. Norman takes
           a deep breath as he begins his daily walk of ridicule.
           Most of the kids give him a wide berth, but others sneer
           and WHISPER as he passes.
           A bell RINGS the start of the school day, and everyone
           makes a bee-line for the building.
           Someone barges Norman with their shoulder, knocking his
           backpack to the ground. Other kids SNICKER as they step
           over him.
           As the last of them head through the lobby doors, Norman
           is left alone on the path.
           Norman bends down to retrieve his spilled possessions,
           and a dark shape beyond the gate catches his eye.
           NORMAN'S POV - Mr Prenderghast, barely visible as he
           stands within the shadow of a tree, stares back at him.
           Norman frowns and squints his eyes, but now sees only
           trees and shadows, so he continues up the steps.

                         

                         13 13

           INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY, LOCKERS - MORNING

           An expanse of unevenly lacquered floor, scuffed by scores
           of dragged heels. Rows of dented lockers line the walls.
           Norman stands before his locker, across which someone has
           daubed the word "FREAK" in marker. Clearly something of a
           daily ritual, he reaches inside, takes out a bottle of
           surface cleaner and a rag and proceeds to wipe it off.
           Across the hallway, another kid is removing graffiti from
           his locker. NEIL is overweight with frizzy red hair, and
           is busily rubbing a handkerchief over the word "FATTY".
           He watches Norman with interest.
           A voice behind his shoulder gives Norman a start.

                          ALVIN
           Hey, ghost jerk! You know what?
           Norman turns to find textbook bully ALVIN, the only 6th
           grader in his class who shaves, looming over him. He is
           flanked by a couple of leering sycophants, one of whom
           wears a T-shirt emblazoned with "TEAM ALVIN".
           Norman SIGHS.

                          NORMAN
           What do you want, Alvin?

                          ALVIN
           Why don't you see some more
           ghosts, goober?
           ParaNorman 10.

                         13 CONTINUED: 13
           The kids LAUGH uproariously, encouraging Alvin to show
           off some more.

                          ALVIN (CONT'D)
           Hey! Hey! Norman!
           Alvin points to a fly that has landed on the locker
           beside him. He swats it flat with his hand.

                          ALVIN (CONT'D)
           Talk to that.
           The kids around Alvin burst into LAUGHTER.

                          ALVIN (CONT'D)
           That is so Alvin!
           The bullies strut away, content in the psychological
           damage they've managed to inflict.

                          PUG
           Loser!

                          ALVIN
           That was good, right guys?
           Norman mutters as they leave, but not loud enough so as
           anyone might hear.

                          NORMAN
           Flies don't talk.
           Across the hall, Neil continues to watch with sympathy,
           but he is already being hurried along by his friend
           SALMA, a nerdy Indian kid with braces.

                          SALMA
           Neil, come on. Let's go.

                         

                         14 14

           INT. SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - DAY

           Amidst stacked bleachers, foam mats and stray dodge
           balls, a crudely constructed stage fills one end of the
           gymnasium. Mediocre art class scenery represents a
           colonial town, complete with plywood hills, chapel and
           crescent moon dangling perilously from a basketball hoop.
           In a director's chair far too small for the job is MRS
           HENSCHER, an imposing woman with spectacles and beret who
           looks like she smells of too-much perfume.
           At the front of the stage wearing a pilgrim hat and
           carrying a large scroll, is NORMAN. He is surrounded by
           kids whose attempts at home made period costume leave a
           lot to be desired.
           ParaNorman 11.

                         14 CONTINUED: 14

                          MRS HENSCHER
           You stink of illiteracy!

                          (A BEAT)
           Pilgrims? The Mayflower? Don't any
           of you know anything about the
           history of this town?
           Mrs Henscher tries her best to remain unfazed.

           MRS HENSCHER (CONT'D)
           Puritans were strict and devout
           settlers, who came here to build a
           home, a place without sin. What is
           it now Salma?
           Salma is holding her hand up. She looks like the Wicked
           Witch of the West. Even beneath green makeup and plastic
           warty nose, it is clear she is not best pleased.

                          SALMA
           Why is the witch always a hideous
           old crone with a pointy hat and a
           broomstick? I don't believe it's
           historically accurate, Mrs
           Henscher!
           Mrs Henscher's knuckles clench white around her script.
           She attempts an understanding smile, in the same way a
           shark might.

                          MRS HENSCHER
           It's not supposed to be. It's
           supposed to sell postcards and key
           chains.

                          (CLAPS HANDS)
           So let's try it again. Top of page
           six, Norman.
           Norman skips ahead on his scroll.

                          NORMAN
           The founding fathers of Blithe
           Hollow discovered an evil witch
           amongst them...

                          MRS HENSCHER
           No no, Norman, with gusto! Like
           this!
           Waving her arms theatrically, she bellows Norman's lines,
           milking every syllable for effect.

           MRS HENSCHER (CONT'D)
           They put her on trial and hanged
           her!

                          (MORE)
           ParaNorman 12.

                         14 CONTINUED: (2) 14

           MRS HENSCHER (CONT'D)
           But the vengeful witch cursed her
           accusers, seven of them in all, to
           die a horrible and gruesome death,
           and rise from their graves as the
           living dead; their souls doomed to
           an eternity of damnation!

                          (A BEAT)
           Now I want you to try that again,
           but with conviction! My reputation
           is at stake here, and I won't have
           this turn out like that wretched
           Kabuki debacle of oh-nine!
           As she launches into her lecture, Norman notices a change
           in the room. The lights dim, the wind outside picks up,
           and indistinct shapes flicker at the corners of his eyes.
           Norman glances around at the other kids on the stage, to
           see if they are seeing what he is seeing. For a split
           second the children are replaced with faded figures in
           real Puritan dress. Seven solemn figures.
           As he turns around nervously, Norman sees the suggestion
           of another place fizzing in and out of the shadows...

           MRS HENSCHER (CONT'D)
           Norman! Are you listening to me,
           boy?
           Norman is brought back to the real world with a start,
           and nods timidly from behind his scroll.

                          NORMAN
           Sorry, Mrs Henscher.

                          MRS HENSCHER
           So am I. Now, unless there's any
           other issues, let us resume...
           They put her on trial and hanged
           her!
           Neil turns excitedly to Norman.

                          NEIL
           Ooh! This is my moment!
           He shuffles toward Salma and swings his branch around,
           not realizing Alvin has slung the hangman's noose around
           Norman's neck.
           Norman is yanked off balance and staggers into Neil who
           keels over, rigid branch arms unable to stop his fall. He
           lands on top of Salma, her kicking legs sticking out from
           under him as though Dorothy's house had just landed on
           stage.
           The kids break into uncontrollable LAUGHTER.
           ParaNorman 13.

                         14 CONTINUED: (3) 14

                          ALVIN
           Boom, baby!

                          NEIL
           Sorry!
           Mrs Henscher flings her script into the air, her face
           beet red.

                          MRS HENSCHER
           Oh, you useless bunch of...
           The school bell RINGS drowning out her howling voice.

                         

                         15 15

           INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY, LOCKERS - LATER

           As kids hotfoot it out of the building as quickly as
           possible, Norman stands pitiably in front of his locker.
           Fresh graffiti reads "SEE YOU TOMORROW, FREAK".
           Norman heads for the door, and pretends not to hear when
           Neil shouts out behind him.

                          NEIL
           Norman, wait up!

                         

                         16 16

           EXT. MAIN STREET - LATER

           Norman keeps going, but Neil quickly catches up, beaming
           intently at the side of his head.

                          NORMAN
           I keep telling you, Neil. I like
           to be alone.

                          NEIL
           So do I. Let's do it together!
           You shouldn't let them get you
           down. They always do stuff like
           that to me.

                          NORMAN
           Why?

                          NEIL
           Because I'm fat. And my allergies
           make my eyes leak. And I sweat
           when I walk too fast. And I have a
           lunchbox with a kitten on it. And
           I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome. I
           guess there's a whole bunch of
           stuff.

                          NORMAN
           Doesn't it bother you?
           ParaNorman 14.

                         16 CONTINUED: 16

                          NEIL
           Nah. You can't stop bullying, it's
           part of human nature. If you were
           bigger and more stupid, you'd
           probably be a bully too. It's
           called "survival of the thickest".

                         

                         17 17

           EXT. URBAN STREET - DAY

           Norman and Neil walk away from the school along a tree
           lined street at the end of which stands a huge
           commemorative statue. It is a grotesque effigy of the
           evil witch from the local legend.

           MR PRENDERGHAST (O.S.)
           Psssst!
           The boys stop. It seems to be coming from the witch.

                          NEIL
           That statue just "psssst" at us!
           Wild-eyed Mr Prenderghast suddenly leaps in front of
           them, startling them as he staggers closer.

                          MR PRENDERGHAST
           You know who I am?

                          NEIL
           The weird stinky old bum who lives
           up the hill?

                          MR PRENDERGHAST
           (points to Norman)
           I was asking him.

                          NORMAN
           Yes. I know. I was told not to
           talk to you. Sorry.
           Mr Prenderghast steps in front of Neil, leaning closer to
           Norman and whispering conspiratorially.

                          MR PRENDERGHAST
           And you know why you're not
           supposed to talk to me?
           Norman tries to back away.

           MR PRENDERGHAST (CONT'D)
           I can see ghosts too! And I know
           that's not all you've been seeing
           lately, is it? Bad omens? Things
           you can't quite explain? Strange
           faces peering through the veil?
           Norman's eyes widen further.
           ParaNorman 15.

                         17 CONTINUED: 17

           MR PRENDERGHAST (CONT'D)
           And I'll bet no one told you about
           the witch's curse, did they?

                          NORMAN
           Actually, we're learning about it
           in school..?

                          NEIL

                          (BEAMING PROUDLY)
           I'm a tree!
           Mr Prenderghast impatiently turns his back on Neil and
           leans close to Norman.

                          MR PRENDERGHAST
           There's something you really need
           to know! This is the most
           important thing you will ever
           hear! The fate of everyone depends
           on it! Now listen close... The
           witch's curse is real, and you're
           the one who has to stop it!
           Mr Prenderghast grabs Norman's arm and leans closer.

           MR PRENDERGHAST (CONT'D)
           You've gotta use your gift of
           talking to the dead!
           He breaks into a HACKING COUGH, face turning beet red and
           bloodshot eyes bulging.

           MR PRENDERGHAST (CONT'D)
           Because if you don't the witch's
           ghost...

                          (COUGHING)
           And this is the most important
           thing of all... You have to go up
           to the old graveyard and...

           NEIL (O.S.)
           Leave him alone!
           An apple bounces off Mr Prenderghast's head. He turns to
           find Neil standing behind them on the path, lunchbox open
           in his hand providing leftover low-carb ammunition.

                          NEIL (CONT'D)
           Don't make me throw this hummus!
           It's spicy!
           Mr Prenderghast thinks better of it and turns to flee the
           scene. He HISSES out of the side of his mouth at Norman.
           ParaNorman 16.

                         17 CONTINUED: (2) 17

                          MR PRENDERGHAST
           This ain't done with! You'll see
           it soon enough! Watch for the
           sign!
           As he hobbles away, Neil peers down the street after the
           old man.

                          NEIL
           Jeez, what a dirty old creep!

                          NORMAN
           He's my uncle.

                          NEIL
           So is it true?

                          NORMAN
           What?
           Norman just stares at him.

                          NEIL
           Can you see ghosts? Like,
           everywhere? All the time?

                          NORMAN
           Uh, yeah?

                          NEIL
           Awesome! Do you think you can see
           my dog Bub? He was run over by an
           animal rescue van. Tragic and
           ironic. We buried him in the yard.
           Could you see him?
           Norman frowns disbelievingly, completely taken aback.

                          NORMAN
           Maybe.

                          NEIL
           Sweet! Come on!

                         

                         20 20

           EXT. NEIL'S DRIVEWAY

           Neil forcibly drags Norman up the front driveway of a
           pastel-painted house. A pair of legs spotted in oil stick
           out from beneath a pimped-up camper van.
           Neil's brother MITCH calls out from under the van.

                          MITCH
           Neil? That you?
           ParaNorman 17.

                         20 CONTINUED: 20

                          NEIL
           Hey Mitch! We're gonna go play
           with the dead dog in the garden
           and we're not even gonna have to
           dig him up first!
           Mitch sits up. He's a strapping six-foot jock with
           tattooed biceps. The kind of guy who wears year-round
           flip-flops.

                          MITCH
           What'd you say?
           Mitch pulls his brother aside so as to exclude Norman,
           who stands awkwardly a little way away, surrounded by
           cheery lawn ornaments and ineptly manicured topiary.

                          MITCH (CONT'D)
           Neil, isn't he that weird kid?
           Y'know, "Look at me, I talk to
           ghosts so people will pay
           attention to me."
           Mitch makes a goofy face and twitches farcically.

                          NEIL
           Can you stop doing that? It's
           kinda stupid.

                          MITCH
           Now listen to me, you don't need
           to be hanging out with weird
           people. That's a tip.
           Neil scowls at his brother.

                          NEIL
           Don't blow this for me, Mitch.
           This one's not weird. He talks to
           dead people.
           Neil has had enough and defiantly walks away from his
           brother.

                         

                         21 21

           EXT. NEIL'S GARDEN - LATER

           Neil rummages around in the bushes of his back yard,
           surrounded by a gloriously tasteless menagerie of lawn
           ornaments. Norman stands slightly to one side surveying
           the rows of plastic gnomes and wondering if he should
           have gone straight home after all.

                          NEIL
           He's around here somewhere...

                          (A BEAT)
           So does everyone come back as a
           ghost?
           ParaNorman 18.

                         21 CONTINUED: 21
           Norman hesitates. This level of interest is new to him.

                          NORMAN
           No. My grandma told me it's
           usually people who still have
           stuff to figure out. Or sometimes
           it's the ones who died suddenly,
           or in a bad way.
           A BARK, and Norman turns to see a translucent puppy
           wagging its tail cheerfully, despite being chopped neatly
           into two halves.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Bub?

                          NEIL
           Is he there? How's he look?
           Bub BARKS, then his front half notices his tail and runs
           behind to sniff his own backside.

                          NORMAN
           Uh... good.
           Bub bounds over to Neil, runs clean through his chubby
           calves, then doubles back for another try.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           He's happy to see you.

                          NEIL

                          ("DOGGY" VOICE)
           Who's a good boy, huh? Good boy!

                          (TO NORMAN)
           Can he feel it if I pet him?

                          NORMAN
           Yeah, I guess.
           Neil bends over and kisses the air by his ankles, making
           a "coochy-coo" face.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Uh... that's not his chin.
           Neil stops mid-smooch, and quickly stands up.
           Norman watches as Neil picks up a stick and waves it in
           front of Bub's nose, even though he can't see him.

                          NEIL
           Go get it!

                          NORMAN
           He can't fetch it, y'know.
           ParaNorman 19.

                         21 CONTINUED: (2) 21

                          NEIL
           Yeah well, it's still fun. Good
           boy! Bring it back! Go get it,
           Bub! Good boy!
           CLOSE ON Norman as he watches Neil toss the stick back
           and forth across the garden. The stick lands near his
           feet and he bends down to pick it up.

                          NEIL (CONT'D)
           Why don't you try?

                          NORMAN
           `Cos I don't really, uh... You can
           go.

                          NEIL
           No, no, it's fun! Try it!

                          NORMAN
           No I don't want to.

                          NEIL
           You throw it. It's really easy.

                          NORMAN
           No it's okay. You can throw it.

                          NEIL
           No, c'mon, it's really fun.

                          NORMAN
           Here. You go first.

                          NEIL
           No, you try it. I already went
           like fifty times.

                          NORMAN
           Okay, what do I do?

                          NEIL
           You get the stick, you pull it
           back, and you throw it!

                         
           Norman throws it and accidentally hits Neil in the head,
           knocking him over.

                          NORMAN
           Neil? Sorry!
           As Norman runs over to him, Neil lies on his back
           GIGGLING, the stick held between his teeth.

                          NEIL
           I fetched it!
           ParaNorman 20.

                         21 CONTINUED: (3) 21
           CLOSE ON NORMAN, as a smile creeps across his face and he
           starts to LAUGH.

                          NORMAN
           Are you okay?
           CUT WIDE as the two kids enjoy their play, the sun above
           them breaking through the clouds in a bright blue sky.

                         

                         28 28

           INT. MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, STUDY - NIGHT

           PANTING and WHEEZING, Mr Prenderghast staggers into his
           study, SLAMS the door behind him and heads for his desk.

                          MR PRENDERGHAST
           I'll show him, and that scary
           little fat kid...
           He shakily rummages around the collected papers and
           trinkets, and pulls out the leather bound book, all the
           time GRUMBLING crazily.

           MR PRENDERGHAST (CONT'D)
           Doesn't he realize we're running
           out of t...
           With a strangled CROAK he clutches dizzily at his chest,
           then keels over backwards, stiffly hitting the floor with
           a THUMP.
           Silence, then, a stream of spectral orbs sputter out of
           him, sculpting his shape in the air.
           With a GASP, Mr Prenderghast's corpse sucks the spirit
           back in, and he staggers back to his feet.

           MR PRENDERGHAST (CONT'D)
           No! Not yet! Not yet!
           He CROAKS again, this time for real, CRASHING back down
           onto the ground.
           The ghostly shape re-emerges from the body.
           He blinks his eyes, looking around as if he's just been
           woken from a deep sleep, then down at the defunct body
           lying at his feet.

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           Aw, crapnuts.
           ParaNorman 21.

                         

                         

          29 EXT. SCHOOL - NIGHT 29

           Lit by spotlights, a large banner over the entrance
           reads, "THE WITCH'S CURSE - presented by BLITHE HOLLOW
           MIDDLE SCHOOL DRAMA SOCIETY - written, produced and
           directed for the stage by Margot Henscher".
           A notice beneath it reads "SPELLING BEE - NEXT WENSDAY".
           A chorus of kids' voices can be heard SINGING from
           inside, belting out an operatic rendition of Donovan's
           "Season of the Witch".

                         

                         30 30

           INT. SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - SAME

           Rows of plastic chairs in front of the spotlit stage are
           occupied by expectant families. Among the sea of faintly
           buzzing video cameras, and a ripple of APPLAUSE, Sandra
           politely smiles at the acting talents of other peoples'
           children. Next to her, Perry struggles to fit a battery
           into his camera.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Great, now we'll never get to
           remember this moment.
           ANGLE ON STAGE as Salma, in full witch get-up, waves her
           hands theatrically at the other children.

                          SALMA
           I curse you accusers to die a
           horrible and gruesome death and
           rise from your graves as the
           living dead; your souls doomed to
           an eternity of damnation!
           The Pilgrims who aren't dying and rising from the dead
           begin to menace Salma with their farming implements, and
           begin a slow ominous chant.

                          KIDS
           Kill the witch! Kill the witch!
           Sandra nudges her husband and cheerily points toward the
           stage.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Gosh, aren't they adorable?
           Norman hears a HOOTING sound from above. An owl with big
           glowing eyes wheels down over the audience from the beams
           of the gymnasium.
           Norman glances around, wondering why no one else seems to
           notice as it glides low and alights in the papier mache
           branches on Neil's head. It turns to Norman and HOOTS.
           ParaNorman 22.

                         30 CONTINUED: 30
           He looks down from it and catches Neil's eye. Neil makes
           a puzzled expression.

                          NEIL
           What?

                          KIDS
           Kill the witch! Kill the witch!
           The chanting seems to deepen and slur and the air grows
           dark and thick. The shapes of the audience and the kids
           beside him swim around, blurring like a finger pulled
           through oil paint. The ceiling disintegrates into clouds,
           which CRACKLE with lightning.

                          NORMAN
           (under his breath)
           Oh no! Not again!
           All around trees have sprouted out of nowhere, and
           through the darkness in the distance are occasional
           lights of small houses. This might be how this very spot
           looked three centuries ago.

                         

                         31 31

           EXT. OLD FOREST - NIGHT

           As Norman turns on the spot GASPING, he hears a RUSTLE in
           the bushes behind him and spots several dark and ominous
           figures in Pilgrim clothing scouring the undergrowth.

                          PURITAN
           Witch! We know you're out there!
           Norman stands on a twig which, naturally, CRACKS loudly,
           and the figure turns around and points at him.

                          PURITAN (CONT'D)
           There!

                          NORMAN
           No!

                          PURITAN
           Witch.
           More figures emerge from out of the darkness, wielding
           hayforks. They SHOUT threateningly and, as one man, surge
           toward him. Norman turns and runs.
           The trees around him are shifting, but there's no wind
           blowing the branches. Limbs GROAN as they twist, bearing
           down on him like ragged talons trying to stop his escape.
           Soon he can run no further, the way ahead tangled up into
           a wall of thorny fingers.
           ParaNorman 23.

                         31 CONTINUED: 31
           Norman finds himself pushed up against the trunk of a
           huge tree, and a knothole grimaces at him, wood splitting
           open into a hag-like mouth. It furrows a mossy brow and
           speaks in a low rumbling voice.

                          TREE
           The dead are coming!
           Norman GASPS and tries to push himself away, but the
           pursuing figures are drawing closer, and there's no
           escape.
           A familiar voice whispers out of nowhere.

           NEIL (O.S.)
           Hey buddy! Are you okay?
           Norman turns around to find the knothole is now Neil's
           face, bulging out of the side of the tree with a look of
           concern. This is the last straw, and Norman SCREAMS.

                         

                         32 32

           INT. SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - NIGHT

           Norman stands next to Neil on stage, eyes closed and
           WAILING. Everyone around him stares in stunned silence
           as, still SCREAMING, he runs into the spotlight.

                          NORMAN

           THE DEAD ARE COMING!
           He continues running directly off the edge of the stage
           and lands on the floor with a THUMP.
           For a moment no one knows quite how to react. Mrs
           Henscher quizzically checks her script.
           Norman's eyes focus and he sees everyone standing around
           him, staring. Sandra pushes through the crowd.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Norman!

                          MITCH
           Did he say the dead are coming?

                          PERRY BABCOCK

                          (NERVOUS LAUGHING)
           No, no, no!

                          NORMAN

           YES!
           Everyone jumps as Norman abruptly sits up, eyes wild.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           The tree told me!
           ParaNorman 24.

                         32 CONTINUED: 32
           Perry's face drains of color while the other parents
           MURMUR and MUTTER, crowd speak for "what a weirdo".
           Norman sees their expressions of disgust and suspicion.
           Worst of all, peering around parents' legs with a look of
           shock and fear is Neil. Norman catches his eye a moment,
           and Neil looks down at the ground.

                         

                         33 33

           INT. STATION WAGON - LATER

           Barely keeping his fury in check, Perry drives home,
           Norman sitting despondently in the back seat.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           This is where it stops! It's one
           thing being a mental case in front
           of your family, but not the whole
           town! There's not gonna
           be any more talking to ghosts, or
           grandmas, or, or... what is it
           now?

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           I think it's trees.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           You're grounded! You hear me?
           Perry pulls the car up in the Babcock's drive and gruffly
           climbs out of the car.

                          NORMAN
           This is ridiculous. I wish
           everyone could see what I see! I
           didn't ask to be born this way!
           Perry mutters as he slams his door shut.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Funny, neither did we.
           Norman catches the remark and feels it hard in his gut.
           His mother hears it too, and leans over her seat with a
           look of sympathy.
           A beat as she sees the pain in her son's face.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Y'know, sometimes people say
           things that seem mean, but they do
           it because they're afraid.

                          NORMAN
           He's my dad. He shouldn't be
           afraid of me.
           ParaNorman 25.

                         33 CONTINUED: 33
           Sandra's eyes are filled with sorrow.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           He's not afraid of you. He's
           afraid for you.
           Sadly, Norman climbs out of the car.

                         

                         35 35

           EXT. SCHOOL - AFTERNOON

           Ominous clouds roll long shadows over the school
           building.
           Norman stands at the bottom of the school steps, trying
           to prepare himself for what he knows is going to be a bad
           day. He steels himself, and SIGHS.

                         

                         35A 35A

           INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - MORNING

           Norman walks the familiar gauntlet of school kids, only
           this time the abuse is tenfold.

                          KID #1
           Look! It's AbNorman!

                          KID #2
           What'd the tree tell you today,
           Norman?

                          KID #3
           Are the dead coming soon, Norman?

                         

           INT. SCHOOL BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS


                         36 36
           An overhead bulb casts a dim light over chipped wall
           tiles and yellowed ceramic sinks with leaky faucets.
           The door opens and Norman hurries inside, a number of
           voices still SHOUTING behind him. He shuts the door,
           cutting them off, and leans against it, taking a breath.
           He heads over to the first stall. The door is locked, so
           he takes the next one.
           CLOSE ON Alvin, sitting on the toilet in the next stall
           scribbling obscenities on the wall to pass the time. He
           pauses as he hears the lid drop next door, then resumes
           his vandalism.
           Norman sits on the lid of the toilet, pulling his knees
           up under his chin feeling sorry for himself.
           ParaNorman 26.

                         36 CONTINUED: 36
           ANGLE ON toilet paper in an industrial-sized roll. It
           jitters on its mount and begins to turn slowly on its
           own, unspooling sheet by sheet toward the floor. Norman
           frowns and watches as it stops unravelling and a draught
           of wind blows out of nowhere, ruffling his hair.
           The toilet roll suddenly spins violently, flinging the
           paper into the air in reams. The screws holding the
           dispenser to the wall RATTLE fiercely.
           The toilet underneath Norman begins to shake and shudder,
           spilling water over the floor. Norman WAILS loudly as he
           jumps onto the back of the cistern.
           Alvin is frozen in place in his stall, hearing the noises
           and really not sure how to react to them. He glances down
           and sees toilet water leaking across the tiles.
           He quickly pulls up his pants to cover his dignity, and
           jumps up off the toilet with a SQUEAL.
           In Norman's stall everything stops dead and the lid of
           the toilet slowly CREAKS open.
           Norman GASPS as Mr Prenderghast's face stares up at him
           out of the toilet bowl. With some effort the old man's
           ghost shimmies out of the toilet, eventually POPPING out
           like a cork from a bottle, hovering in the air in front
           of Norman's face.

                          NORMAN
           You died?!

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           Yeah, but I got unfinished
           business here!

                          NORMAN
           Ew! Couldn't you use another
           stall?

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           My ghost isn't going anywhere
           until I pass on my duty to
           another! And that would be you!

                          NORMAN
           Me? No, you must have it wrong!

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           Oh it's you all right! I've been
           holding back the witch's curse for
           years, but now I'm dead. It has to
           be you!

                          NORMAN
           But I... I don't know what any of
           it means!
           ParaNorman 27.

                         36 CONTINUED: (2) 36
           Before Norman's eyes the bathroom stall and everything
           beyond it is ripped away, revealing thick undergrowth and
           tall trees. Norman is suddenly sat on the toilet in the
           middle of a forest.

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           It means the past is coming back
           to haunt you! Time is running out!
           The anniversary of the witch's
           death is tonight. Her ghost is
           going to wake up, and when she
           does she'll raise the dead! You
           gotta keep her in her grave!
           The toilet paper on the ground twists up beneath Norman's
           feet, sculpting skull faces and clutching hands that
           reach for him as he shrinks back.

                          NORMAN
           But I'm just a kid! How am I
           supposed to stop it?
           In an instant the air and trees around him are eaten
           away, the school bathroom reappearing through the holes.

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           Read from the book at the spot the
           witch was buried!

                          NORMAN
           What book?

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           The one in my hands!
           Norman looks at the ghost's wispy hands.

           PRENDERGHAST GHOST (CONT'D)
           Not these hands, my other hands!
           The me that's at home in my study
           starting to smell a little funny!
           Norman looks sick and overwhelmed, but the ghost doesn't
           let up, swirling right up to his face.

           PRENDERGHAST GHOST (CONT'D)
           Get the book and read from it!
           Before the sun sets tonight!

                          NORMAN
           But this is crazy!

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           Do I look crazy to you?
           Norman pauses a beat. Mr Prenderghast is floating upside
           down, various bits of bathroom detritus orbiting around
           him. A piece of toilet paper dangles off his nose.
           ParaNorman 28.

                         36 CONTINUED: (3) 36

           PRENDERGHAST GHOST (CONT'D)
           Tell me you'll do this!

                          NORMAN

           I... I...

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           Swear!

                          NORMAN
           Y-you mean like the "f" word?

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           I mean promise!

                          NORMAN
           Okay, okay, I promise...

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           That'll do!
           Mr Prenderghast's ghost begins to disappear, bubbling and
           melting at the edges like a burning photograph.

                          NORMAN
           No! Mr Prenderghast, wait!
           Alvin, hearing only Norman's voice, gingerly peeks around
           the corner of his stall.

                          PRENDERGHAST GHOST
           Sorry kid, I'm done here! I'm
           free! I'm finally free!

                          NORMAN
           Wait! No, you can't leave now!
           Please! I don't understand.
           Mr Prenderghast hangs in the air a moment, face scrunched
           up as he awaits his release, CACKLING crazily.
           The ghost explodes into a million particles of light,
           blowing open the stall door and catapulting Alvin
           backwards across the room. The mirrors behind him crack
           and the light bulb shatters.
           From the floor, Alvin groggily looks up and sees Norman
           framed in the stall with the door hanging off its hinges.
           He reaches over and flushes the toilet.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Uh... yeah. You might want to give
           that a few minutes.
           He grabs his bag and runs out of the room.
           ParaNorman 29.

                         

                         

          40 INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY, LOCKERS - CONTINUOUS 40

           Norman sprints madly for the main doors, passing Neil and
           Salma who glance up from their lockers as he stumbles by.

                          NEIL
           Norman?
           Alvin tears around the corner in pursuit, but Neil stands
           in his way, waving his arms indignantly.

                          NEIL (CONT'D)
           Hey! What's the big deal?

                          ALVIN
           Don't get your bra in a twist, fat
           boy, this has nothing to do with
           you! Keep out of my way!

                          NEIL
           Or what?

                          ALVIN
           Or I'll punch you in the boobs!

                          NEIL
           I don't have boobs. These are
           pectorals, gaywad!
           Alvin jabs him in the chest.

                          NEIL (CONT'D)
           Ow! My boobs!
           Neil swiftly steps aside.
           Alvin reaches the door to see Norman disappearing along
           the path as fast as he can. Alvin YELLS after him.

                          ALVIN
           You're dead, freakshow! Do you
           hear me? D-E-D! DEAD! You're gonna
           be so dead you're gonna have to
           talk to yourself when you're dead!

                         

                         41 41

           INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - EARLY EVENING

           Wearing her fanciest dress, Sandra bustles out of the
           kitchen to the front door.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           I really don't think we should be
           leaving him.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Perry, you promised me a meal that
           someone else microwaved.
           ParaNorman 30.

                         41 CONTINUED: 41

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           He's probably up there right now
           fiddling with his ouija, or his
           orbs, or whatever it is he's got
           up there. This is not good.

                         

                         42 42

           INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, NORMAN'S BEDROOM - EARLY EVENING

           Norman paces his room looking pale and anxious as he
           hears the front door shut downstairs. Everywhere he turns
           he finds himself face to face with some zombie related
           novelty, from his lurid horror posters to his shelves of
           ghoulish action figures, and it's not doing anything for
           his nerves.
           His cell phone BEEPS from his pocket, giving him a start.
           He takes it out and reads a text; "COME TO THE WINDOW".
           Norman cautiously walks over and peers around the edge of
           the window frame.
           A figure stands motionless in the yard below, sheets of
           laundry billowing off the clothes line beside it. It
           stares up at Norman through the blank eye holes of a
           hockey mask.
           Norman GASPS and jumps back.
           With a frown, he re-emerges and opens the window.
           The figure lifts the mask, and Neil beams out from
           underneath, waving excitedly.

                          NEIL
           You wanna play some hockey?
           Norman SIGHS.

                          NORMAN
           I've kinda got other things on my
           mind right now.
           Neil looks a little uncomfortable.

                          NEIL
           Is it all that walking dead stuff
           again?

                          NORMAN
           Mr Prenderghast appeared to me in
           the bathroom!

                          NEIL
           Ew.
           ParaNorman 31.

                         42 CONTINUED: 42

                          NORMAN
           No, his spirit! He says the
           witch's curse is real and I have
           to go up to the old graveyard to
           stop it! Before the sun sets
           tonight!
           Neil shifts uneasily as he processes.

                          NEIL
           So you wanna come play a bit
           later?

                          NORMAN
           Didn't you hear what I just said?!

                          NEIL
           Yeah, but I thought my idea was
           less likely to get us eaten.
           Norman knows he's on his own in this.

                          NORMAN
           Just go home, Neil. I'm better off
           on my own anyway.

                          NEIL
           But...

                          NORMAN
           Go home!
           Norman reaches up and closes the window. Neil's shoulders
           sag and he turns away.
           Across the room, his Grandma materializes, and squints
           her eyes through the window as Neil awkwardly pulls
           himself over the garden fence.

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           Jeez, who rattled your chains?

                          NORMAN
           No one.
           Norman isn't in the mood for any more discussion.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Dad says I'm not supposed to talk
           to you any more, Grandma.

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           Jackass. If I were a poltergeist
           I'd throw something at his head.
           Y'know, by rights I'm supposed to
           be frolicking in paradise with
           your grandfather, but I'm not.
           ParaNorman 32.

                         42 CONTINUED: (2) 42
           Norman looks up as she drifts closer to the bed.

                          NORMAN
           So why did you stay?

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           I was never one for frolicking.
           I'll bet there's no cable or
           canasta up there either. Besides,
           I promised I'd always look out for
           you.
           She smiles, floating in a sitting position at the end of
           Norman's bed. She bobs gently, like a balloon. For a
           second, this seems to comfort Norman, but then another
           thought crosses his mind.

                          NORMAN
           So it's your... duty?

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           In a manner of speaking...

                          NORMAN
           And you'd do it no matter what?

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           Of course.

                          NORMAN
           Even if it was something really
           scary...
           Grandma eyes him curiously.

                          GRANDMA BABCOCK
           There's nothing wrong with being
           scared Norman, so long as you
           don't let it change who you are.
           Norman thinks this over, then smiles up at her again. She
           goes to rub his head affectionately, but her ghost hand
           just passes right through his spiky hair.
           She gives him a wink, and drifts away through the wall.
           He is still scared, but now determined too. He steels
           himself and grabs his jacket from his bed.

                         

                         43 43

           INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, COURTNEY'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

           The tiny room is crammed full of posters, pom-poms, plush
           toys and plastic trophies. Pretty much everything is
           pink. Courtney sits talking on her phone, cotton buds
           between her toes as her painted nails dry.
           ParaNorman 33.

                         43 CONTINUED: 43

                          COURTNEY
           So I said to her, "Girl, come back 
           and talk to me when your basket
           toss gets twelve thousand hits on
           YouTube!" Yeah, no, I said that.
           (listens and nods)
           Yeah, I'm stuck on lame patrol.
           Tonight's gonna be a total yawn.
           From downstairs, a door SLAMS. Courtney frowns, puts her
           hand over the phone and shouts out.

                          COURTNEY (CONT'D)
           Norman?!

                         

                         44 44

           EXT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, FRONT YARD - MOMENTS LATER

           Beneath a florid evening sky, the Babcock's drive is in
           darkness. Pedalling furiously, Norman rides his bike out
           of the shadows into the light of the street.

           COURTNEY (O.S.)
           You better not be sneaking out you
           little weirdo!

                         

                         45 45

           EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS

           On a street corner two teenage girls approach Alvin and
           Pug, who have laid out a breakdancing mat and a beatbox
           and are doing their best to impress. Alvin imagines he is
           wowing the girls with his krumping, his ham-like limbs
           flying around and Pug hollering support, but in truth
           they watch in morbid fascination.
           A faint CLATTERING sound down the road grows louder.
           Norman suddenly THUNDERS past them on his bike, spinning
           Alvin on the spot and knocking him onto his butt.
           Show over, Alvin blunders to his feet, his eyes following
           Norman's trajectory up the dark road, and GROWLS.

                         

          46 EXT. WOODED LANE, MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE - EARLY EVENING 46

           Tall conifers rise up high on either side of the road,
           now little more than a dirt track. Norman pedals up the
           hill and swerves, skidding to a stop in the gravel.
           He climbs off the bike, eyes fixed on a ramshackle house
           partially hidden in the foliage, its porch door swinging
           and CREAKING eerily in the breeze.
           He cautiously advances past a crooked mailbox on which is
           written "PRENDERGHAST", and steps onto the wooden porch.
           ParaNorman 34.

                         

                         

          47 INT. MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 47

           The fading light of day spills across the floorboards and
           faded wallpaper of a long passage.

                          NORMAN
           Hello? Mr Prenderghast?
           Motes of dust float around Norman as he moves slowly
           toward a door, slightly ajar, muttering to himself.
           He quietly makes his way past all manner of objects that
           epitomize the state of Mr Prenderghast's mind; a
           mannequin in a shopping cart, a pile of broken
           typewriters, a suspended bag of spoons, a closet full of
           identically soiled hobo suits, a Nordic track...

                         

                         48 48

           INT. PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, STUDY - CONTINUOUS

           The study is filled with teetering piles of junk and old
           furniture draped over in dust sheets. A crucifix hangs
           over a metal cot with rumpled bedding. This is evidently
           where the old man lived his whole life. Starlight from a
           window picks out a macabre halo on a shape on the floor:
           Mr Prenderghast, dead where he fell, tightly clutching a
           leather-bound book.
           CLOSE ON Norman's face as he swallows nervously and steps
           closer to the body. He gingerly takes hold of the book
           and gives a gentle tug. It holds fast in the rigor mortis
           grasp. He tugs harder, shaking the book repeatedly, the
           corpse shaking with it.

                          NORMAN
           Let go!
           Norman spends several strenuous moments dragging the body
           across the floorboards, Mr Prenderghast's head glancing
           off table legs and smacking repeatedly against the
           floorboards, as Norman tries to wrestle the book free.
           With a final yank the book pulls loose and, GASPING,
           Norman grips the book to his chest and runs to the door.

                         

                         49 49

           EXT. WOODED LANE, MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE - SAME

           Norman careens through the door, leaps off the porch and
           sprints along the wooded lane up the hill, watched by
           Alvin, concealed behind some bushes.

                         

                         50 50

           EXT. WOODED HILLTOP, OLD CHAPEL GRAVEYARD - LATER

           Norman emerges from the woods, his long shadow preceding
           him as the sun begins its descent behind the tall trees.
           ParaNorman 35.

                         50 CONTINUED: 50
           He pauses and stares out across weathered tombstones
           poking out amidst tangles of thorns.
           Clutching the book tight, Norman wrenches open the heavy
           gate, its rusted padlock crumbling apart.
           Eventually the track runs up to a stone slab surrounded
           on either side by thick bramble. Norman brushes aside
           vines and reads an epitaph engraved into the stone;

           "HERE LIES BURIED THE SEVEN VICTIMS OF THE BLITHE HOLLOW

           CURSE. MAY YOUR SOULS FIND EVENTUAL AND EVERLASTING

           SALVATION. 1712."
           Norman pushes through the thick bushes into a secluded
           plot of land behind the slab with seven gravestones
           sticking out from the undergrowth.

                          NORMAN
           This is it!
           The sun continues its descent, casting an ever
           lengthening shadow of treetops across the graveyard.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Read from the book, stop the
           curse, go home and pretend this
           never happened.
           Norman steels himself, opens the book and starts to read.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           "Once upon a time, in a far-off
           land there lived a king and queen
           in a magnificent castle..."
           He pauses, confused by what he's reading.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           What? A fairy... tale...?
           A hand reaches over his shoulder from nowhere, whipping
           the book out of his grasp. He spins around to find Alvin
           standing behind him.

                          ALVIN
           What ya got there, Geekula?
           Norman launches himself at the book, but Alvin holds him
           back at arm's length.

                          NORMAN
           Give it back!

                          ALVIN
           Can't wait to see everybody's
           faces when they hear about this
           one!
           ParaNorman 36.

                         50 CONTINUED: (2) 50

                          NORMAN
           No, don't! Alvin!

                          ALVIN
           Hey! Nobody makes me miss out on a
           possible date with a girl that
           almost had some interest in
           talking to me. Yeah? Thought so!
           You got nothin' to say!

                          NORMAN
           Uh-oh.

                          ALVIN
           Damn straight "uh-oh". That's what
           happens when Alvin gets around
           here. Uh-oh is that Alvin? Uh-oh
           Alvin's gonna make me run home to
           mommy.
           As Norman twists and wrestles against the bully the
           turbulent clouds in the sky above them twist and coalesce
           into the vague semblance of a huge grinning face. The
           face of a witch.
           There is an enormous RUMBLE and a flash of lightning
           silhouettes the boys.

                          ALVIN (CONT'D)
           Uh-oh. What is that?
           The wind has picked up, HOWLING through the gravestones.
           Norman looks at the face leering out of the clouds.

                          NORMAN
           It's her!
           Another violent CRACK of thunder and flash of light, and
           the wind instantly cuts out. The boys stand stock still.
           Reaching down like a colossal arm, a great plume of cloud
           spirals over the cemetery, enveloping the tumbledown
           chapel and seeping around the gravestones. Fingers of
           murky fog slither across the ground, occasionally pausing
           and hanging in the air as though sniffing it. There is
           something eerily playful in the movement of the tendrils.
           The boys are jolted as an awful high pitched SCREAM blows
           through the graveyard like a shockwave, pulsing through
           the fog like a heartbeat.
           Norman and Alvin cover their ears and cower as the fog
           suddenly rears up like a claw and fiercely gouges into
           the earth in front of the boys.
           ParaNorman 37.

                         50 CONTINUED: (3) 50
           Silence, then the ground begins to RUMBLE beneath their
           feet and ripples beneath the tombstones. Stone slabs
           GRIND and shift. One CRACKS right through the center.

                          ALVIN
           What's that sound?
           Norman watches, horrified, as the wet earth atop one of
           the graves splits and a skeletal hand bursts through!
           Norman watches as more graves bulge and break open and
           mud-encrusted shapes begin to emerge through the earth.
           The air is filled with anguished MOANING, the glowing fog
           dancing and whirling about the hatching figures.
           The two boys are rooted to the spot, mouths hanging open.
           CLOSE ON one of the figures crawling out of the ground
           into a patch of moonlight. Ragged and rotten it wears the
           mud-encrusted clothes of a colonial Puritan. It stares
           down at its hands, almost in disbelief, then lifts its
           face up to the sky and lets out a HOWL.
           Thunder that sounds like deep and abysmal LAUGHTER echoes
           through the turbulent clouds.
           The boys find themselves backed up against another
           headstone, this one engraved with the name "JUDGE
           HOPKINS". They leap aside as the ground swells beneath
           their feet, and the DEAD JUDGE punches through the dirt,
           bolt upright. His face wears a rictus grin and he looms
           over the boys like the Grim Reaper in a powdered wig.
           He tilts his head curiously when he sees the book in
           Alvin's hand, and HISSES through yellowed teeth.
           Norman makes a last ditch attempt at reading the book as
           the Dead Judge approaches, the other zombies gathering
           behind him.

                          NORMAN
           Once upon a time in a far-off...
           Once upon a... In a...

                          ALVIN
           Make it stop right now, please!

                          NORMAN
           It's not working!
           The Dead Judge gives a hideous GROWL, but Norman frowns,
           confused, because he can hear words.

                          DEAD JUDGE

           STOP!... YOU... MUST... STOP!
           ParaNorman 38.

                         50 CONTINUED: (4) 50

                          ALVIN
           Norman? What are you doing? I
           think I peed my pants!
           Survival instincts finally kick in and Alvin makes a run
           for it, scrambling through the graves toward the gate.

                          NORMAN
           Wait!
           Norman follows, leapfrogging over headstones.

                         

                         52 52

           INT. NEIL'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

           Neil sits on the floor in front of a huge TV, remote
           control in hand, as the doorbell RINGS loudly from the
           hall.

           MITCH (O.S.)
           Neil! Will you get the door?

                          NEIL
           I'm busy!

           MITCH (O.S.)
           Are you freeze-framing Mom's
           aerobics DVD again?
           ANGLE ON TV, with a still image of a Lycra-clad
           instructor bending over. Neil quickly turns it off.

                          NEIL
           No!
           The doorbell RINGS again.

           MITCH (O.S.)
           Neil! Would it kill you to get off
           your butt and answer the door?

                         

                         53 53

           I/E. NEIL'S DRIVEWAY, FRONT PORCH - CONTINUOUS

                          COURTNEY
           I'm gonna kill them.
           She impatiently leans down to push open the mail slot.

                          COURTNEY (CONT'D)
           I know you're in there! Slumber
           party's over, dorks!
           The door opens and she finds herself face to navel with
           Mitch, out of the shower with a towel around his waist.
           ParaNorman 39.

                         53 CONTINUED: 53

                          MITCH
           Um, can I help you?

                          COURTNEY
           (under her breath)
           Hell yeah.
           Courtney catches herself and quickly affects a LAUGH.

                          COURTNEY (CONT'D)
           Sorry to bug you so late, but
           does, erm...
           (checks page in hand)
           ...Neil live here?

                          MITCH
           Yeah, he's my brother.

                          COURTNEY
           Oh wow! That's great! Your brother
           and my brother are like best
           friends! I'm Courtney.
           She tries to regain her composure as Mitch turns away.

                          MITCH
           Hey Neil! You come here a minute?
           There's a girl asking for you.
           Neil's face emerges dubiously from a room down the hall.
           Courtney flashes her widest fake grin and puts on a high
           pitched sing-song voice.

                          COURTNEY
           Hey there! How ya doin'... little
           guy...

                          NEIL
           Neil?

                          COURTNEY
           Yeah, Neil. Do you know where
           Norman is? He kinda disappeared.

                          NEIL
           Oh no...

                          (CATCHES HIMSELF)
           ...idea! I have no idea where he
           is. Sorry. Bye!
           Neil goes to turn around but his brother stops him short.

                          MITCH
           Whoa, Neil! Better start talking,
           buddy.
           ParaNorman 40.

                         53 CONTINUED: (2) 53

                          NEIL
           I didn't really think he was
           serious about going up to the old
           graveyard on his own!

                          COURTNEY
           So Norman!

                          MITCH
           Oh, man. That place is bad news!
           Total slasher movie vibe! Why'd he
           go up there?

                          NEIL
           I don't know. Maybe we should go
           look for him.

                          MITCH
           I told you he was trouble.

                          (TO COURTNEY)
           Sorry. But I did.

                          COURTNEY
           No, it's fine. He sucks. But I
           really gotta make sure he doesn't
           die or anything tonight. Will you
           help me? Please?
           Mitch gets an eyeful of her best damsel in distress act,
           then SIGHS.

                          MITCH
           Okay... I guess I should go get
           some clothes on.
           Courtney gives a disappointed WHINE as he heads off down
           the hall, shoving Neil's head as he goes.

                          NEIL
           Uh, is Norman in trouble?

                         

                         54 54

           INT. MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, HALLWAY - LATER

           The front door is kicked open and Norman and a near
           hysterical Alvin rush inside, slamming and locking the
           door behind them.

                          ALVIN
           Are they gonna try to eat our
           brains?!

                          NORMAN
           I think you'll be safe.

                          ALVIN
           Oh, thank God!
           ParaNorman 41.

                         54 CONTINUED: 54
           He manages to think this through, and frowns.
           Alvin watches curiously as Norman turns his attention to
           the book, frowning as he runs his hand over the embossed
           leather cover.

                          NORMAN
           I don't get it! Why didn't it
           work?
           He opens the book and leafs through page after page of
           ornate calligraphy and woodcut illustrations.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           "The Story of Sleeping Beauty".
           This doesn't make any sense!
           His mind racing, Norman heads off along the hallway.

                          ALVIN
           Wait! Where are you going?

                         

                         56 56

           INT. MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, STUDY - CONTINUOUS

           The room remains as before, with Mr Prenderghast's corpse
           lying on the floor. Norman enters with purpose and
           approaches it, leaving Alvin horrified in the doorway.
           Norman crouches low over the body, holding the book out
           in front of Mr Prenderghast's blank eyes.

                          NORMAN
           Mr Prenderghast, I don't
           understand! Tell me what to do!

                          ALVIN
           Dude, what are you doing?

                          NORMAN
           (points to corpse)
           He told me to read from the book
           to stop the curse! I thought it
           was a spell or something, but...
           Norman narrows his eyes as he sees Mr Prenderghast's
           desk, still strewn with pictures and newspaper clippings.
           He hurries over and begins rummaging through the mess,
           scattering papers across the floor.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Come on! There has to be
           something...

                          ALVIN
           I really need to get home! I've
           got like a seriously early curfew.

                          (MORE)
           ParaNorman 42.

                         56 CONTINUED: 56

                          ALVIN (CONT'D)
           My mom gets really upset when I'm
           not...
           Something CLUNKS loudly from down the hall, sending Alvin
           into a desperate babbling panic.

                          ALVIN (CONT'D)
           We gotta defend ourselves! We
           gotta shoot them in the head with
           like silver stakes or something!
           I'm way too awesome to get eaten!
           Norman, are you listening to me?
           You really have to do something!
           Norman uncovers a couple of faded photographs of the old
           graveyard. One is of the seven tombstones, the other is
           of the stone marker, which reads "HERE LIES BURIED THE

           SEVEN VICTIMS OF THE WITCH'S CURSE..."
           Beside the photos is a torn page from an old book. An
           engraving illustrates the seven members of the witch's
           trial, solemnly seated at a bench within the courthouse.

                          NORMAN
           Seven victims...
           Frowning, Norman glances up and sees a page from an old
           book tacked to the wall. It is an illustration of a
           hideous old crone, cackling evilly.
           Another THUMP from down the hall.
           Norman looks again from the photographs in his hand to
           the image of the old witch. There's something he's not
           seeing... He looks at the pictures in front of him.
           Graves. Jurors. Witch.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Seven graves.

                          (EYES WIDEN)
           The witch's grave! It wasn't
           there!
           He turns to Alvin.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           I was reading the book in the
           wrong place!
           Down the hallway, another loud THUMP.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Hide!
           ParaNorman 43.

                         

                         

          57 INT. MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 57

           CLOSE ON the door knob RATTLING furiously, then a CRACK
           as a mottled hand punches it right through the wood.
           A figure limps slowly into the hallway, dragging one
           crippled foot behind the other. It stops halfway along
           and tilts its head, as if listening, and emits a dire
           MOAN. More shapes appear behind it in the doorway and fan
           out along the hallway.

                         

                         58 58

           INT. MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, STUDY - CONTINUOUS

           The boys tremble in their hiding places trying not to
           make a sound; Alvin crouched behind a stack of books and
           Norman lying underneath the bed. The footsteps grow
           louder as the zombies shuffle into the room.
           NORMAN'S POV - rotten legs step up to Mr Prenderghast's
           body, lying where he fell on the floorboards. Two
           withered feet suddenly step right up to the bed.
           Something drops onto the floor inches in front of
           Norman's face with an unpleasant SLAP. Norman's eyes bug
           out as he realizes it is a zombie's dislodged ear. A
           weltered arm reaches down to grope around for the body
           part, until Norman pushes the ear, as carefully as he can
           manage, back into the zombie's fingers. The hand retreats
           back out from under the bed.
           There is a loud SCREAM as Alvin, unable to contain
           himself any longer, jumps out from his hiding place and
           makes for the door. The corpses look up as he disappears
           down the hall, then stagger after him.
           Norman takes this chance to follow, but the Dead Judge
           blocks his exit. They both stand quite still, staring
           into each others' eyes. The corpse tilts its head, almost
           quizzically, and its eyes widen as it notices the book
           under his arm.
           Norman steps sideways to run past it, but the corpse does
           too. Both it and Norman step one way, then the other, and
           back again. Norman feigns one direction and quickly bolts
           in the other, past the corpse and out the door.

                         

                         59 59

           INT. MR PRENDERGHAST'S HOUSE, HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

           Alvin reaches the front door and throws it open. Directly
           in front of him is another zombie on the doorstep,
           opening a mouth full of jagged teeth.
           Alvin SCREAMS like a little girl, smacks it ineffectually
           with his spatula, and the door is abruptly SLAMMED in the
           zombie's face, a surprised and muffled GROAN coming from
           the other side.
           ParaNorman 44.

                         59 CONTINUED: 59
           Alvin, still screaming, looks down to see Norman beside
           him, leaning against the door.
           The Dead Judge leads the advance of zombies down the hall
           toward them. Norman hears his MOAN.
           Norman swings the door back open, the zombie on the other
           side moving with it, teeth firmly embedded in the wood.
           As it attempts to pry itself free, Norman grabs Alvin by
           the arm and they both dart onto the porch behind its
           back, headed for the road.

                          NORMAN
           Come on!

                         

                         60 60

           INT. MITCH'S VAN - SAME

           Mitch drives along dark roads. Neil sits behind him
           looking bemused while Courtney, in the front passenger
           seat, extols her life history.

                          COURTNEY
           And she said I could totally
           consider a career in formation
           swimming. But I was like, "I wanna
           do something that helps people
           less fortunate than me", thank you
           very much, y'know, like the poor
           or people who are like dying or
           ugly or something, `cuz I really
           think that ecology and world peace
           are like totally important today.
           Do you use free weights? Your
           deltoids are huge.

                          MITCH
           I've never used deltoids in my
           life, I swear. You can test me.
           Neil lies back in his seat, eyes rolling.

                          NEIL
           Kill me now.

                          COURTNEY
           Thank you for doing this Mitch. He
           means an awful lot to me. I love
           him like he was a brother.

                          NEIL
           He is your brother.
           Courtney counters the backseat barbs by smiling demurely,
           but Mitch's attention has been drawn by something else.

                          MITCH
           Whoa! Look at that sky!
           ParaNorman 45.

                         60 CONTINUED: 60
           The wooded hill rises steeply a few miles in front of
           them, and at its top is the old chapel. Pressing down
           upon it, huge seething thunderclouds shift into
           otherworldly shapes. Mitch and Courtney are mesmerized.
           Neil suddenly points past Mitch's face.

                          NEIL
           Look out!
           Mitch slams on the breaks, twisting the wheel.

                          MITCH
           Oh no!

                         

                         61 61

           I/E. MITCH'S VAN ON WOODED ROAD - CONTINUOUS
           Running down the middle of the road, blinded by the glare
           of the van's headlights, are Alvin and Norman. The van
           swerves around them and grazes the trees, the side mirror
           flying off as it hits a branch.
           Mitch fights to control the van as Courtney SCREAMS.

                          NEIL
           That was Norman!
           Shaken, Mitch realizes another figure is looming out of
           the darkness in front of them. He slams on the brakes
           again, but too late. The tall dirty-looking figure stands
           stock still as the van plows straight into him.
           Dust flies up from the wheels of the van as it skids to
           an eventual stop in the center of the road.

                         

                         62 62

           INT. MITCH'S VAN - CONTINUOUS

           Mitch turns to everyone as he pulls off his seat belt.

                          MITCH
           Is everyone okay?
           Courtney and Neil answer in unison, both of them upside
           down in their seats with their legs sticking up in the
           air.

                          COURTNEY NEIL
           No!
           No!
           Mitch, trying to stay calm, looks in his rear-view mirror
           and sees a prone shape on the ground some yards back.
           ParaNorman 46.

                         

                         

          63 EXT. WOODED ROAD - CONTINUOUS 63

           Mitch climbs out of the van and sees the figure lying
           still on the moonlit road. He nervously jogs over to it.
           As he gets closer, Mitch can see the man more clearly. He
           is wrapped in filthy tattered clothing of a bygone era
           and is covered in dirt. Flies BUZZ around him.

                          MITCH
           Er... hello, sir?
           He hunkers down and is immediately hit by the stench. A
           mud-encrusted face stares up at him.
           ANGLE ON the van, as Courtney leans her head out.

                          COURTNEY
           Is he dead or what?

                          MITCH
           I... I don't know! He's not
           moving!
           The figure's head lets out a faint GASP.

                          MITCH (CONT'D)
           He's still breathing!
           Mitch reaches out to gently lift the figure's head but as
           he does, there is a CRUNCH and it comes off in his hands.

                          COURTNEY
           So he's okay?

                          MITCH
           Uh... not exactly.

                          COURTNEY
           What? What did you just say?
           Mitch looks from the head back to the van, then at the
           head again. He licks his lips nervously as he thinks.

                          MITCH
           Does anyone know CPR?
           Further down the road, Norman runs back toward the van,
           Alvin still in tow. He sees Mitch ahead of him, getting
           dizzily to his feet, still holding the head.

                          NORMAN
           Run!
           The head in Mitch's hands suddenly GASPS again, opening
           its mouth. Mitch SHRIEKS as the headless figure on the
           road sits up and reaches out its arms. Mitch drop kicks
           it like a football. It flies, WAILING, into the bushes.
           ParaNorman 47.

                         63 CONTINUED: 63
           As if struck by the same blow, the rest of the corpse
           staggers backwards.
           Alvin and Norman run past him toward the van, bustling
           past Courtney and clambering inside.
           More corpses are emerging from the trees on either side
           of the road. She SCREAMS and leaps back into the van, as
           Mitch leaps into the driver's seat beside her.

                         

                         64 64

           INT. MITCH'S VAN - CONTINUOUS


                          MITCH
           Did you see that?

                          COURTNEY
           That was insane!

                          MITCH
           I know, right? I kicked that like
           a hundred yards!

                          COURTNEY
           Norman, what just happened?!

                          ALVIN
           Zombies! I swear, okay? We saw
           them burst out of their graves!
           For real!
           He realizes Mitch and Courtney are staring at him, and
           tries to disguise his raw panic with nonchalance.

           ALVIN (O.S.) (CONT'D)

                          (TO COURTNEY)
           Just so you know, I totally saved
           his life, and I could totally save
           yours.

           COURTNEY (O.S.)
           Sorry, who are you?

           ALVIN (O.S.)
           I'm Alvin. I'm in his class.
           Norman, not so easily distracted from the problem at hand
           as the others, glances uneasily through the window.
           NORMAN'S POV - The zombies lurch arthritically toward the
           van, GROANING and GURGLING.

                          NORMAN
           Uh, guys... maybe we should
           actually drive away now.

                          MITCH
           Oh, right.
           ParaNorman 48.

                         64 CONTINUED: 64
           Mitch starts the engine with a YELL, just as the nearest
           zombie leers in through the window.

                         

          65 EXT. WOODED ROAD - CONTINUOUS 65

           CLOSE ON the front wheel, spinning and SQUEALING. The van
           spits out a cloud of exhaust fumes as it accelerates
           away.
           A beat as the smoke clears. The soot-covered zombies
           SPLUTTER as they cough up what's left of their lungs.
           They turn from one to the other, awaiting direction from
           their leader. But the Dead Judge is nowhere to be seen.
           A zombie points down the winding road where the woods
           eventually thin out into leafy suburban drives. The
           ragged shape of the Judge is clinging to the back of the
           van, thrashing around and WAILING as it picks up speed.
           The zombies quietly watch until the van moves out of
           sight behind the trees, then turn their attention to the
           lights of the town center below them. They weigh up their
           options and, MOANING, shuffle toward civilization.

                         

                         69 69

           EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - NIGHT

           Further down the hill, Sheriff Hooper is taking a break
           from ticketing borderline traffic violations by drinking
           a giant malt shake in a plastic cup. She leans against
           her parked motorcycle, squinting up at the unnatural
           clouds.

                          SHERIFF HOOPER
           Pesky kids with their cell phones
           burning up the oh-zone, that's
           what this is!
           She finishes her shake and throws the non-recyclable cup
           into the bushes.
           Mitch's van shoots past at high speed in a cloud of dust.

           SHERIFF HOOPER (CONT'D)
           What the..?
           Hooper watches the van tear away, the dark shape of the
           Dead Judge visibly clinging to the back doors, his
           voluminous cape flapping out behind him like a windsock.

                         

                         70 70

           EXT. WOODED ROAD, MITCH'S VAN - CONTINUOUS

           Unseen by the kids, the Dead Judge claws his way up the
           rear doors of the van by his ragged fingernails.
           ParaNorman 49.

                         

                         

          71 INT. MITCH'S VAN - CONTINUOUS 71

           Courtney lets out an infuriated GROWL.

                          COURTNEY
           I just knew something like this
           was going to happen tonight!

                          MITCH
           You did? Wow, `cos that zombie bit
           really threw me.
           Courtney turns in her seat and glares at her brother.

                          COURTNEY
           Why d'you have to go and get
           everyone involved in all your
           weird stuff?!

                          NORMAN
           Well, you weren't supposed to
           follow me, were you?

                          NEIL
           Sorry. My fault. When I'm nervous
           I get mouth diarrhoea.

                          ALVIN
           Ha ha! Diarrhoea!

                          COURTNEY
           Oh my gosh, I think I'm having an
           aneurism! This is so typical of
           you!

                          NORMAN
           You don't understand! I'm the only
           one who can stop this, Courtney!

                          COURTNEY
           Oh, I understand! I understand
           that this is all getting
           completely out of...
           The van's sunroof is suddenly ripped open, and the Dead
           Judge's arm reaches down into the vehicle, clawing inches
           above Courtney's head.

                          COURTNEY (CONT'D)

           ...HAND!
           The Dead Judge leans further into the van, MOANING
           horribly. He seems to have his sights set on Norman, and
           reaches one arm down toward Norman and the book peeking
           out of his shoulder bag.
           Norman shrinks back as the zombie GROANS horribly.
           ParaNorman 50.

                         71 CONTINUED: 71
           Alvin disappears behind the back seat with a WHIMPER, but
           Neil valiantly leaps into the fray, wrestling the clawing
           fingers away from his friend.

                          NEIL
           Whaddawedo? Whaddawedo? Mitch?!

                          MITCH
           I don't know! I don't know!

                          NEIL
           You're the oldest!

                          MITCH
           Not mentally!
           Mitch hears a SIREN wail out behind him, and looks in his
           mirror to see the flashing light of Hooper's bike.

                          MITCH (CONT'D)
           Oh great. The cops.
           Hooper pulls level with the passenger seat window, waving
           angrily.

                          SHERIFF HOOPER
           Pull over the vehicle!
           The Dead Judge leans further into the van, Neil hanging
           off him like a pendulum.

                          COURTNEY
           Norman! How do we stop them?!
           Norman looks again at the book in his hands.

                          NORMAN
           I'm supposed to read from the book
           at the witch's grave!

                          NEIL
           We've got to go back to the
           graveyard?

                          NORMAN
           She wasn't buried with the others.
           I don't know where else to look...

                          COURTNEY
           Well you better think of something
           quick!
           Norman wracks his brain.

                          NEIL
           I have an idea!
           ParaNorman 51.

                         

                         

          75 INT. SALMA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 75

           Salma sits at her computer in an immaculately tidy
           bedroom. Even her collection of dolls are flawlessly
           groomed and sit on a shelf looking like they're waiting
           to be called in for an interview.
           Salma talks into her cell phone with an expression of
           withering disdain.

                          SALMA
           So Norman, let me get this
           straight; you guys all go on this
           big supernatural adventure and
           you're calling me in the middle of
           the night because you need someone
           to help you do your homework?

           INTERCUT KIDS IN THE VAN/SALMA
           Norman talks into his cell phone, occasionally ducking as
           Neil's flailing limbs are shaken from side to side by the
           GROWLING upside down zombie hanging above their heads.

                          NORMAN
           Uh... yeah.

                         

                         76 76

           EXT. WOODED ROAD - CONTINUOUS

           Hooper steers her bike closer and swings her backside
           into the side of the van in an attempt to ram it off the
           road.
           The van lurches, flipping the Judge up and over the front
           of the vehicle, planting his face with a SQUELCH against
           the windscreen.

                         

                         77 77

           INT. MITCH'S VAN - CONTINUOUS

           Neil drops back down onto his seat. The Dead Judge's arm,
           torn off at the shoulder, is still clutched in his hands.
           He stares down at it, wide-eyed, as it wriggles like an
           animal in his grasp.
           The Dead Judge slides slowly down the windscreen of the
           van with a dull SQUEAK.

                          COURTNEY
           Mitch, do something!
           Mitch flicks on the windscreen wipers, which wipe the
           zombie's rotten flesh from side to side across the glass.
           Mitch and Courtney's eyes follow the Judge's movements
           from side to side.
           ParaNorman 52.

                         77 CONTINUED: 77
           Behind them, Neil SQUEALS as the dismembered arm crawls
           all over him, fingers scuttling like a spider's legs.
           The arm frees itself from Neil and turns on Norman,
           leaping at him like a viper.
           Norman holds the book up as a shield, and manages to swat
           the zombie arm away, flipping it across the front seat,
           where it lands on the back of Mitch's neck.
           Mitch SCREAMS as the rotten hand clamps down onto the top
           of his head, and madly tries to shake it off. It hangs
           onto him grimly, bony fingers hooked around his nostrils.
           With Mitch no longer steering, the van swerves crazily
           across the road, shaking the Dead Judge off the
           windscreen. He disappears under the front of the vehicle,
           his one remaining arm clinging onto the underside.

           INTERCUT KIDS IN THE VAN/SALMA
           Norman shouts pleadingly into the phone as he and Neil
           are flung violently from side to side across the back
           seat.

                          NORMAN
           Salma! We need to find out where
           the witch is buried! I went to the
           old graveyard but her grave wasn't
           there!

                          SALMA
           Well, duh. People found guilty of
           witchcraft weren't considered
           people anymore. Norman, your witch
           was buried someplace else... in an
           unmarked grave!

                          (REPROACHFULLY)
           If you cared to pay attention some
           of the time, you would know that
           we covered this in fifth grade
           history class.

                          NORMAN
           Salma! Please! Hurry! Y'know, I
           would Google this myself if there
           wasn't a 300 year old dead guy
           trying to rip my face off!
           With a SIGH, Salma types at her computer.

                          SALMA
           Okay. It says here she was tried
           in the old Town Hall on Main
           Street. There may be a record of
           her execution and burial in their
           archives.
           ParaNorman 53.

                         77 CONTINUED: (2) 77
           Norman listens intently then shouts over to Mitch, still
           struggling with the zombie hand gripping his face.

                          NORMAN
           Quick! She said go to the Town
           Hall!

                         

                         79 79

           EXT. WOODED ROAD - CONTINUOUS

           Mitch hangs a sharp right and accelerates off the road
           and into thick undergrowth, sending up showers of twigs
           and thorns.
           Close on his heels, Hooper swerves her bike around in
           pursuit.

                         

                         80 80

           EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - NIGHT

           The six zombies inexorably continue their march, breaking
           cover from outlying woodland into the suburban streets of
           the town proper.
           At the bottom of a long driveway, spotlit by a street
           lamp, Mrs Henscher is taking out the trash in her
           bathrobe.
           She looks up from her garbage as the zombies approach.
           Her face is caked in a terrifying green avocado face
           mask. Barely a few feet in front of her, a similarly
           green face stares back, only this one has been dead for
           three hundred years.
           Henscher SCREAMS, bolting down the street like a runaway
           locomotive.

                         

                         81 81

           EXT. WOODS, MITCH'S VAN - CONTINUOUS

           The van ploughs through bracken and bushes at breakneck
           speed.
           A little way behind, Hooper careens precariously in the
           van's wake.

                         

                         82 82

           INT. MITCH'S VAN - CONTINUOUS

           Mitch finally manages to pry the Dead Judge's arm off his
           head. He throws it, thrashing around violently, over his
           shoulder.
           Alvin lifts his face tentatively over the edge of the
           back seat to see what's going on. The zombie arm plants
           him in the eye, sending both sprawling against the floor.
           Alvin SQUEALS as the arm snakes around his neck into a
           bizarre approximation of a wrestling hold.
           ParaNorman 54.

                         

                         

          83 EXT. WOODS - CONTINUOUS 83

           Mitch swerves his van down the hill toward the more
           affluent suburbs of the town. Hooper's police bike
           bounces along behind them, red light flashing and SIREN
           wailing.

                         

                         84 84

           INT. STATION WAGON, NEARBY ROAD - CONTINUOUS

           Perry and Sandra Babcock are driving home from their
           evening out. Neither look especially happy.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           I really think it might help if
           you tried to see things from his
           point of view.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           I don't want to.

                         

                         85 85

           INT. STATION WAGON - CONTINUOUS

           The Babcocks' discussion continues as they drive.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Perry, not believing in the
           Afterlife is like not believing in
           Astrology.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           I have no idea what you're talking
           about. Seriously, where did you
           learn that?

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Calm down.
           Perry rolls his eyes and GROANS.

                         

                         86 86

           EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - CONTINUOUS

           Mitch's van explodes out of the thinning woods and back
           on to the winding hill road. Hooper careens through the
           trees behind it, but fails to make the turn and smashes
           through a fence across the other side of the road into a
           suburban back yard, splinters of fence showering down in
           her wake.
           Scattering lawn ornaments, plastic garden toys and deck
           furniture, Hooper rides directly up a kids' slide,
           shooting high up into the air like a rocket.
           ParaNorman 55.

                         

                         

          87 EXT. SUBURBAN INTERSECTION - CONTINUOUS 87

           Preceded by an ear-splittingly guttural WAIL, Mrs
           Henscher runs through the streets, waving her arms about
           hysterically.
           Moments later, the Babcocks' station wagon pulls around
           the corner.

                         

                         

                         88 88

           EXT. SUBURBAN INTERSECTION - CONTINUOUS

           Mitch's van SCREECHES through the intersection, swerving
           in front of the Babcock's station wagon, which veers
           wildly as Perry brakes hard.
           He leaps out of the car as the van drives away.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Delinquent drivers! Where are the
           police when you need them?
           Hooper's bike hurtles through the air and bounces off the
           hood of the station wagon with a CRUNCH. Before Perry can
           react he is buried under the mass of Sheriff Hooper,
           dropping like a meteorite onto his head.

                         

                         89 89

           INT. MITCH'S VAN - CONTINUOUS

           The kids, hanging on for dear life, hear a loud CRUNCH
           from the back of the van.
           They all turn to see the van's rear doors ripped open.
           Silhouetted in the space is the one-armed Dead Judge,
           cape muddied and torn from his crawling back out from the
           vehicle's undercarriage.
           The zombie lunges toward the startled kids, and MOANS.
           Mitch turns his attention back to the road ahead, but too
           late, and he YELLS as green-faced Mrs Henscher runs
           SQUEALING into the van's headlights.
           Mitch throws all his weight onto the wheel, tires
           SCREAMING as the van misses Henscher by inches. The
           violence of the turn flings the Dead Judge backwards like
           a slingshot, disappearing out of the doors and shattering
           into a dozen pieces as he SMASHES into the hard road.

                         

                         90 90

           EXT. SUBURBAN BACK YARDS - CONTINUOUS

           Having completely lost control, Mitch's van ploughs
           through cookie-cutter back yards.
           ParaNorman 56.

                         90 CONTINUED: 90
           It bounces down the hill, flipping over and over, the
           kids inside tossed around like rag dolls.
           Somewhat the worse for wear, it eventually comes to a
           stop in a parking lot, neatly crashing into an empty
           space.

                         

                         91 91

           EXT. PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS

           The kids clamber out of the far side of the van.

                          MITCH
           Oh my god! I'm gonna be sick!

                          COURTNEY
           Oh, I broke a nail!
           As Alvin climbs out, he gingerly holds up the Judge's
           arm, as if it were a dead animal, and dangles it limply
           in front of his face.

                          ALVIN
           Yeah! Alvin the zombie slayer! I
           got you...
           The hand suddenly bends back on itself, slaps him on the
           face, and as he SQUEALS it drops to the ground and
           skitters away into the shadows.
           Mitch sizes up what's left of his van, and bids a tearful
           farewell.

                          MITCH

                          (WHISPERS)
           Baby, I'm so sorry. You'll be
           alright. We're gonna get through
           this together.
           Courtney pouts moodily when she realizes the tender words
           aren't for her.
           Norman looks up at the sky. A thick bank of cloud looms
           over the town, and in its center is the unmistakable
           otherworldly face, ebbing in and out of visibility, and
           grinning horribly.

                          NORMAN
           Uh oh. C'mon!

                          NEIL
           Oh yeah!
           Neil HUMS his very own action movie score as he runs to
           follow Norman out of the parking lot.
           ParaNorman 57.

                         91 CONTINUED: 91

                          COURTNEY
           Perfect. Now the geeks are in
           charge.
           The kids make toward the parking lot exit.

                         

                         93 93

           EXT. MAIN STREET ALLEYWAY - SOME TIME LATER

           The town center retains even less charm when the sun goes
           down, and its remaining denizens are now drunk, high or
           looking for trouble. Provided one requires alcohol, junk
           food or pharmaceuticals, it's the place to be.
           A ruddy-faced drunk, SLOB GUY, inserts a few coins in a
           vending machine at the end of an alley, and waits as the
           metal coil inside curls a candy bar toward the front of
           the machine. The man notices the approaching figures
           further down the back street and frowns.
           He turns back to the machine, waiting. The zombies draw
           closer, GROANING, and the man fidgets uncomfortably.
           The man begins WHIMPERING. The candy bar slowly shifts
           forward. The zombies are close enough to touch.
           The man YELLS and runs away, leaving the candy bar to
           drop to the machine's trough with a CLANG.
           A beat then, still SCREAMING, the man runs back to the
           machine, grabs his candy, then runs away again.
           The Undead emerge onto Main Street, and slow down as they
           take in their surroundings.
           VARIOUS ANGLES ON the garish town center nightlife
           intercut with CLOSE-UPS of the wide-eyed zombies.
           -Two teenage girls in mini-skirts walk along the curb. A
           pickup truck crawls by, driven by red necks who wolf-
           whistle and gesture rudely. The girls GIGGLE.
           -In the nearby "GOBBLER'S" parking lot, a huge woman sits
           in her vehicle cramming a burger into her mouth. As she
           bites down ketchup spatters across the inside of the
           windscreen like arterial spray.
           -A corpse stands agog before a billboard. The poster is
           for a line of "Lady Luck" lingerie and features a buxom
           woman in her underwear draped over a roulette wheel. The
           tagline is "FANCY YOUR CHANCES?" The corpse's one eye
           pops out of its socket and dangles by its optic nerve.
           -Outside the Bar Gento, LOUD MUSIC and raucous revelry
           blare out into the street.
           ParaNorman 58.

                         93 CONTINUED: 93
           -A group of loitering teens cluster in a group, some
           sitting upon a stolen shopping cart, others kicking a tin
           can from one to the other. One daubs misspelled naughty
           words on the wall beside them. Another is attempting to
           use his bare hands to rip open a parking meter.
           -Another corpse stands in the light of a store window, a
           bank of TVs showing all kinds of programs. Racing car
           explosions; scantily-clad singers gyrating in music
           videos; talking animals and Viagra commercials.
           QUICK CUTS OF ZOMBIE CLOSE-UPS as they all raise rotten
           fingers to their mouths and SCREAM.
           Slob Guy suddenly bursts out of the door of the Bar
           Gento, dragging a group of dubious drinkers.

                          SLOB GUY
           See! I told you! Zombies! It's the
           witch's curse!
           Everyone in the street freezes in place, wide-eyed.
           Someone GASPS.

                          SWEET GIRL
           Mama?

                          RAPPER GUY
           What?
           A couple of the zombies exchange glances, waiting for the
           other shoe to drop.

                          GUCCI LADY
           What should we do?
           Barely skipping a beat, the townsfolk shift seamlessly
           from shock and awe to bullish aggression.
           Crystal pulls a pump-action shotgun from somewhere about
           her person and scowls menacingly.

                          CRYSTAL
           Kill them in the head!
           Within seconds, the seedy-looking townsfolk have armed
           themselves with pool cues, mops, toilet plungers and any
           other household implements that can be waved
           threateningly, and the mob advances on the group of
           quivering zombies.

                         

                         94 94

           EXT. URBAN STREETS - CONTINUOUS

           The disembodied Judge's arm skitters along a secluded
           street, eventually coming upon the rest of the Dead
           Judge, sitting in the gutter trying to arrange and re-
           attach his body parts in the right places.
           ParaNorman 59.

                         94 CONTINUED: 94
           Having SNAPPED his head back onto his neck, the Judge
           scoops up his remaining arm and gets unsteadily to his
           feet.

                         

                         103 103

           EXT. MAIN STREET - MOMENTS LATER


                          NORMAN
           Hurry! This way!
           Norman leads the way, but stops dead as they run headlong
           into a scene of zombie invasion mayhem.
           Townsfolk fill the streets, SHOUTING and acting generally
           mob-like. One or two of them have even got hold of
           burning torches from somewhere. It's apocalyptic chaos.
           The fat woman from the Drive-Thru runs past SCREAMING,
           her face and T-shirt covered in blood-red ketchup.

                          COURTNEY
           Oh, this is awful! The zombies
           are, like, eating everyone!
           Norman points beyond the bedlam to the dark shape of the
           Old Town Hall in the plaza.

                          NORMAN
           C'mon!
           They skirt around the edge of Main Street, avoiding
           flying bottles and limbs as best they can.
           Following the noise, the Judge staggers along some way
           behind. He surveys the scene as he emerges, his
           featureless face doing a nevertheless effective job of
           expressing horrified shock.
           After a moment, he comes to his senses, and spies the
           kids in the distance. A look of resolve crosses his face,
           turning quickly to surprise as a SHOT rings out nearby.
           The Judge looks down to a large hole blown through his
           midriff. Framed within it is Crystal, several feet away,
           rifle smoking. He looks up again, weighs up his chances,
           then lets out a ROAR of retreat to his beleaguered
           companions before running off into the shadows.
           Those zombies who haven't already tried to run for cover
           manage to extricate themselves from the frenzy and follow
           the Judge's CRY, some of them breaking into a sprint.

                         

                         106 106

           EXT. TOWN HALL PLAZA - NIGHT

           Formerly the district courthouse, the Town Hall has now
           been relegated to storing the local archives.
           ParaNorman 60.

                         106 CONTINUED: 106
           It is an old timber building, surrounded by graceless
           modern office blocks around the cobbled square.
           The kids race across the plaza, pausing to catch their
           breath at the ugly witch statue in front of the Town
           Hall. They GASP as they slow their pace.

                          NORMAN
           Is everyone alright? Nobody got
           bitten?
           Neil flops down heavily against the statue, panting and
           holding his mouth.

                          NEIL

                          (MUFFLED)
           I bid dy tongue! Dud dat count?
           Norman moves toward the steps leading up to the Town
           Hall's doors, the rest of the gang falling into line
           behind him.
           Another flash of lightning paints the kids' shadows
           across the width of the square. Norman nervously watches
           the clouds above them.

                          NORMAN
           Does anyone know how to pick a
           lock?
           Everyone immediately looks at Alvin.

                          ALVIN
           Sure. Picking locks is my thing.
           Alvin walks over to a notice board beside the door, upon
           which is a poster for a "CRIME PREVENTION SEMINAR". He
           yanks it out of the ground, hefts it through the window,
           then reaches through to unfasten the door latch.

                          ALVIN (CONT'D)
           Boom.

                         

                         107 107

           INT. TOWN HALL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

           The kids hurry through the door.
           The lobby is dark, but moonlight glistens off polished
           wood through a lofty circular window.
           Norman shouts out from the other side of the lobby, where
           he stands beside a door labelled "HALL OF RECORDS"..

                          NORMAN
           This is it!
           ParaNorman 61.

                         107 CONTINUED: 107

                          NEIL
           This is?

                          NORMAN
           Now we can find out where the
           witch was buried!
           Norman pushes his shoulder against the door and steps
           inside.

                         

                         108 108

           INT. TOWN HALL ARCHIVES - CONTINUOUS

           The door swings open and reveals a labyrinth of shelves
           and glass cabinets stretching out into the shadows in
           front of him. Row after row of dusty cardboard file boxes
           and ledgers stacked one on top of another.
           Norman stops in his tracks, color draining from his face.

                          NORMAN
           Uh-oh.
           Courtney follows, faking enthusiasm.

                          COURTNEY
           Great! I'm super psyched! This is
           turning into the most fun night
           ever!
           The overhead light clicks on as Alvin steps into the room
           behind her and GROANS.

                          ALVIN
           Man. Zombies take over the world
           and we lock ourselves in a
           library. Are you kidding me?
           There's an adult video store just
           across the street!
           Neil is more optimistic, and brightly makes his way over
           to a shelf, and pulls down a slim ledger.

                          NEIL
           This'll be a piece of cake, you'll
           see.
           He pauses, and frowns, squinting up his eyes as he reads
           aloud, very slowly.

                          NEIL (CONT'D)
           Page... One... Okay, page one.
           Mitch hefts a particularly heavy box file off a shelf. He
           seems to read the filing notes written across its front,
           then ignores them and begins curling it like a dumbbell.
           ParaNorman 62.

                         108 CONTINUED: 108

                          MITCH
           I really hate these places.
           Norman sizes up the masses of documents all around them,
           face panicked. It would take days to go through them all.

                          NORMAN
           Come on! No, that's not it. Time
           is running out!

                         

          110 EXT. MAIN STREET - CONTINUOUS 110

           Sheriff Hooper looks around and sees an awful lot of
           armed people beginning to bay for blood, and she sees
           trouble on her hands.

                          SLOB GUY
           Ain't room for no more zombies in
           this town!
           Standing behind him, Teddy agrees with a slack-jawed

           MOAN.

                          TEDDY
           Yeah.

                         

                         104 104

           INT. STATION WAGON - NIGHT

           Perry drives into town in silence, his nose bloodied and
           stuffed with tissues. Sandra sits beside him and Sheriff
           Hooper is in the back seat, scouring the streets.

                          SHERIFF HOOPER
           Would've been a quiet night too,
           if it hadn't been for those
           meddling kids. Huh!
           As Perry and Sandra exchange uneasy glances, Hooper
           suddenly points through the windshield to the riot in
           progress on Main Street.

           SHERIFF HOOPER (CONT'D)
           Sweet baby jesus!

                         

                         105 105

           EXT. MAIN STREET - CONTINUOUS

           Perry brakes hard just a few feet in front of the
           advancing mob, moving menacingly en masse in pursuit of
           the fleeing Undead. Hooper bustles out of the car, making
           a beeline for Deputy Dwayne.
           Crystal turns and fires into the street, taking out a
           lightbulb over a store sign. A dog somewhere in the
           shadows YELPS and runs away.
           ParaNorman 63.

                         105 CONTINUED: 105
           Sheriff Hooper is outraged, and snatches the gun out of
           Crystal's hand.

                          SHERIFF HOOPER
           What do you think you're doing,
           firing at civilians? That is for
           the police to do!

                          DEPUTY DWAYNE
           It's okay Sheriff, we've only been
           shooting at the dead ones! It's
           the living dead, come to take us
           all to Hell! We gotta stop them
           before they get away!

                         

                         109 109

           EXT. TOWN HALL - MOMENTS LATER

           In the alley down the side of the old Town Hall, the
           zombies tiptoe through the shadows. They look slightly
           the worse for wear; some have lost limbs, others have
           large holes in them. One has a toilet plunger stuck on
           her head.
           The Dead Judge looks up at the sky. The turgid
           supernatural storm RUMBLES closer, pressing down upon the
           nearby rooftops.
           The Judge motions to the other zombies to hurry, and
           grabs hold of the Town Hall's side door. He rips it open,
           and furtively motions the zombies to file inside.

                         

                         110 110

           EXT. MAIN STREET - CONTINUOUS


                          SHERIFF HOOPER
           Move along now people, there isn't
           anything to see here!
           The townsfolk around her refuse to be allayed by this.
           Perry and Sandra have emerged dubiously out of their car
           and watch from the periphery, utterly bewildered.
           Mrs Henscher, newly arrived and wearing her avocado face
           mask like war paint, shakes her shotgun and points down
           the street.

                          MRS HENSCHER
           I saw them! I saw them! The
           zombies are in the Town Hall!
           The information sweeps across the crowd like wildfire.
           Several faces turn to Henscher, who is pleased to have an
           engaged audience and hams it up shamelessly, coming on
           like Braveheart in curlers.
           ParaNorman 64.

                         110 CONTINUED: 110

           MRS HENSCHER (CONT'D)
           Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs
           of war!
           The faces around her don't react; waiting patiently for a
           clearer translation.

           MRS HENSCHER (CONT'D)
           Let's rip `em apart!
           Mrs Henscher points the crowd toward the Town Hall.
           Despite Hooper's protests, the townsfolk are on lynch mob
           auto pilot and surge like a force of nature along the
           Main Street toward the Town Hall plaza.

                         

                         111 111

           INT. TOWN HALL, ARCHIVES - LATER

           Dozens of books and cardboard boxes lie scattered across
           the floor. The glass cabinets around the room have been
           ransacked as the kids drag documents off shelves and
           rummage through binders.
           Norman sits on the floor flipping through sheet after
           sheet of records. Courtney wades through documents toward
           him, holding up a fist full of old rolled-up papers.

                          COURTNEY
           We're not going to find it in
           here, Norman! This is useless!

                          ALVIN
           Yeah, I know, and it's also really
           boring.

                          MITCH
           I thought I was driving the van.
           No one told me I was gonna have to
           do this other dumb stuff.

                          NORMAN
           If I'd known there was so much
           reading involved, I would have
           brought a completely different
           group of people who hate me.
           Neil suddenly YELLS out victoriously. Everyone turns to
           him, hardly believing he might have found the answer. He
           waves a book triumphantly above his head and grins at
           everyone.

                          NEIL
           Yes! Book number one! Finished!
           That is right, twenty six pages,
           oh yeah!
           Everyone GROANS and turns back to their bickering.
           ParaNorman 65.

                         111 CONTINUED: 111

                          COURTNEY
           I can't believe this is your plan!
           I'm gonna get bitten and start
           eating peoples' brains! I'm
           supposed to be Vegan!
           Mitch suddenly SHOUTS out from the doorway.

                          MITCH
           Guys! There's something moving out
           there! I think it's the zombies!

                          ALVIN

                          (HYSTERICAL)
           Hide!

                          MITCH
           Oh, no it's not. It's just grown-
           ups.

                          ALVIN

                          (MORE HYSTERICAL)
           Hide!

                         

                         112 112

           EXT. TOWN HALL - SAME

           The square outside is awash with threatening townsfolk,
           led by Mrs Henscher and Deputy Dwayne. Some charge up the
           Town Hall steps, JEERING and WHISTLING.

                         

                         113 113

           INT. TOWN HALL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

           Blurry silhouettes move across the outside of the window,
           occasionally SMACKING against them with their fists.
           A brick SMASHES through a window and CLATTERS across the
           floor between Courtney's feet.

                         

                         114 114

           INT. TOWN HALL ARCHIVES - CONTINUOUS

           The kids start to hurry toward the lobby, leaving Norman
           sitting amongst the spilled documents.

                          MITCH
           That sound. Y'know what that is?
           That's not awesome... things...

                          NORMAN
           Guys, come on!

                          ALVIN
           Just give it up, weiner!

                          NORMAN
           We have to keep trying!
           ParaNorman 66.

                         114 CONTINUED: 114

                          COURTNEY
           We tried and look what happened!

                          (SIGHS)
           I'm scared, Norman, and I can't
           listen to this any more.
           Norman looks at the faces in front of him. The kids are
           scared and confused and angry. Even Neil has nothing
           encouraging to offer.
           Norman's brow furrows.

                          NORMAN
           You never listen! No one ever
           listens! I'm scared too, but I've
           still gotta do this.

                          COURTNEY
           I do too listen! And whatever it
           was you just said, it's not
           working! You think you're going to
           go out there and do your talking
           to the dead thing and this is all
           going to be okay? What are you
           going to do, ask the zombies not
           to eat you?

                          NORMAN
           I should've known you wouldn't
           understand! No one ever does!

                          COURTNEY
           Norman, you need to stop all this
           weird stuff and start living in
           the real world!

                          NORMAN
           Everyone in the real world thinks
           I'm a freak! And you know what,
           maybe they're right, maybe I am a
           freak! But I never asked for your
           help... just go! Get out!
           Courtney, Mitch and Alvin back off a half step as Norman
           advances on them.

                          MITCH
           Jeez, that was dramatic.
           Courtney shoots him a look as if she's about to fight
           back, then shakes her head and shoves her way through the
           door.
           She turns to go, snapping at the other kids behind her.

                          COURTNEY
           C'mon!
           ParaNorman 67.

                         114 CONTINUED: (2) 114
           One by one, the kids turn and file out, but Neil still
           insists on remaining, folding his arms defiantly.

                          NEIL
           I'm not going anywhere. You can't
           make me.
           Mitch shrugs and picks his brother up, scooping him under
           one arm and carrying him out the door.

                          MITCH
           Dude, you're really heavy.

                          NEIL
           I'm not speaking to you. You can't
           make me.
           Norman watches the doors shut behind them, and his anger
           begins to ebb. Alone in the archive room, he slumps to
           his knees feeling useless and frustrated.

                         

                         115 115

           INT. TOWN HALL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

           In the lobby, no one can hear him over the sounds of the
           mob. The kids have nervously approached the barricade at
           the front door, hoping to appeal to the figures outside.

                          COURTNEY
           Um, excuse me? Hello?
           Unmistakably living hands and arms suddenly SMASH through
           the barricade, clawing into the Town Hall. The kids
           recoil from the windows, SCREAMING as they bat
           ineffectually at the grasping hands.

                         

                         116 116

           EXT. TOWN HALL - CONTINUOUS

           Slob Guy reaches in through a gap in the broken woodwork,
           managing to grab a hold of something.

                          SLOB GUY
           They're in there alright! I can
           feel its clammy flesh!

                         

                         117 117

           INT. TOWN HALL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

           Neil SCREAMS as Slob Guy gropes at his chubby arm.

                         

          117A INT. TOWN HALL ARCHIVES - CONTINUOUS 117A

           Norman notices his backpack on the floor in front of him,
           the book of fairy tales poking out. He picks it up and
           runs his hand absently over the embossed leather cover.
           ParaNorman 68.

          117A CONTINUED: 117A
           Something CLATTERS behind him, and Norman hears someone
           approaching.

                          NORMAN
           Hello?
           He turns around to face his friend and finds himself
           staring up at a zombie, moving toward him along the dark
           aisle, pale moonlight shining off its exposed bones.
           Norman GASPS.
           He realizes zombies are converging on him from all
           directions, barring his way out through the door. The
           Dead Judge GROANS as he approaches.
           Norman backs away, clutching the book to his chest.
           Out of the corner of his eye Norman spots another doorway
           in the shadows of the wall behind him and moves toward
           it, calling out desperately.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Help! Somebody help me!

                         

                         118 118

           INT. TOWN HALL STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS

           Norman runs up a tight stairwell leading to the roof of
           the building, the zombies just a few steps beneath him.

                         

          119 EXT. TOWN HALL - CONTINUOUS 119


                          MRS HENSCHER
           Let's burn `em out!
           Obligingly, a couple of townsfolk hurl Molotov cocktails
           at the windows.

                         

                         120 120

           INT. TOWN HALL LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER

           The kids manage to pull back just as a burning bottle
           flies over their heads, SHATTERING glass. It lands in the
           middle of the room and a puddle of burning alcohol
           spreads across the floorboards.
           Tendrils of black smoke are also beginning to creep under
           the edge of the front door.
           The kids stand in a group, terror-stricken as the smoke
           thickens and flames begin to lick along the floor.
           Courtney is quick to lose what remains of her composure.
           ParaNorman 69.

                         120 CONTINUED: 120

                          COURTNEY
           We're all gonna DIE!

                         

          121 EXT. TOWN HALL, ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS 121

           Norman heaves himself through a tiny hatchway onto a flat
           roof at the highest point of the building. He shuts the
           hatch, inching away as the zombies beneath beat on it
           with their hands.
           Norman finds himself backed up against a flimsy wooden
           rail, which CREAKS warningly. He leans over and sees the
           square beneath, filled with angry people. He has nowhere
           left to run.
           Above him the red sky RUMBLES, clouds churning into a
           ghastly grinning mouth.

                         

                         122 122

           EXT. TOWN HALL - CONTINUOUS

           Far below, the gathered townsfolk grow increasingly
           erratic. A pair of visiting tourists happily take in
           their surroundings with their cell phones and cameras.
           Sandra tugs at her husband's arm as they are buffeted by
           the increasingly erratic townsfolk.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Oh my gosh, do you think this has
           got anything to do with Norman?
           Perry waves her hand away irritably.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Of course not!
           He is interrupted by a SHOUT as someone sees Norman's
           tiny figure silhouetted against the raging sky on the
           roof of the building.

                          LIBRARIAN
           Everyone look!
           Perry and Sandra see their son begin gesticulating wildly
           at the clouds.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Perry, do something!
           He cups his hands around his mouth and YELLS at Norman.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Norman! Get down from there this
           instant! You're supposed to be
           grounded!
           ParaNorman 70.

                         

                         

          123 EXT. TOWN HALL, ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS 123

           Distraught, Norman bellows into the sky, waving the book
           angrily above his head.

                          NORMAN
           You horrible old witch! Is this
           what you want?
           The roiling face above him seems to CACKLE mercilessly.

                         

                         124 124

           EXT. TOWN HALL - CONTINUOUS

           The mob begins to lurch to all new stupid conclusions as
           Norman waves his arms at the clouds.

                          MRS HENSCHER
           Necromancer!

                          FEMALE TOURIST
           This is all his doing!

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Norman!
           Perry feels the shift in the crowd. They're not just
           baying for blood. They're about to start baying for his
           son's blood.

                         

                         125 125

           EXT. TOWN HALL, ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS

           Norman continues YELLING at the sky, waving the book.
           He madly flicks through the pages, attempting to read
           aloud over the ROARING wind.

                          NORMAN
           Once upon a time in a far-off land
           there lived a king and queen... in
           a magnificent castle...
           The horrible cloud face above him CACKLES monstrously,
           drowning out the story.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Why won't you listen to me? Why
           are you doing this?!
           The face in the clouds turns inside out as a tongue of
           lightning spits out. It SMACKS into the book held in
           front of Norman's chest, lifts him up off his feet and
           throws him back onto the old timbers of the roof.
           The air is knocked out of Norman as, trailing smoke, he
           SMASHES through the wood into the fiery chasm of the
           building beneath.
           ParaNorman 71.

                         125 CONTINUED: 125
           CAMERA follows him as he plummets, SCREAMING, and is
           enveloped in thick black smoke.
           There is a loud THUD, and silence.

                         

                         126 126

           INT. TOWN HALL, OLD COURTHOUSE - CONTINUOUS

           Norman lies on the floor, shifting painfully. With some
           effort he sits up, rubbing his head.
           The book in his hand is now a blackened cinder with a
           large smoldering hole gouged through the middle.
           Norman realizes he is no longer inside the burning
           building. Around him indistinct shapes begin to pool into
           clarity. He is in the courthouse, but three hundred years
           ago, and a trial is about to begin.
           A crowd of onlookers gather around a platform at the head
           of the room where officious-looking gentlemen in austere
           Puritan clothing stand around a table. Two dour men in
           black skull caps are seated, an empty chair between them.
           Norman moves unnoticed through the crowd toward the
           platform. The hubbub of the townsfolk dies down.
           The imposing figure of Judge Hopkins, tall and august,
           marches out of a side chamber, steps up onto the wooden
           dais and seats himself silently between his solemn peers.
           He glares down at Norman with cold, humorless eyes.

                          JUDGE HOPKINS
           Agatha Prenderghast of his
           Majesty's Province of
           Massachusetts...
           As the Judge's voice continues, Norman sees played out
           against it a MONTAGE of the preceding court case.
           The notary stands up, waving a wad of testimonies.

           JUDGE HOPKINS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
           ...on this day you have been
           arraigned for the horrible crime
           of witchcraft...
           A pale woman fiddles nervously with the ribbon on her
           bonnet as she is questioned by the Judge.

           JUDGE HOPKINS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
           ...witnessed by those whose
           testimonies have been heard.
           A wiry woman with a pinched face gestures fearfully with
           her arms as she recounts her evidence.
           ParaNorman 72.

                         126 CONTINUED: 126

           JUDGE HOPKINS (V.O.) (CONT'D)
           You have, by this court, been
           found guilty...

                          NORMAN
           No!
           A young farmhand bows his head shamefully, as he adds
           further ammunition to the prosecution.

           JUDGE HOPKINS (V.O.)
           ...and it is passed on you,
           according to your grievous
           crimes...
           Another village woman SOBS into a handkerchief as she
           tells her story.
           QUICK CUTS of the accusers, one after the other, as the
           Judge finishes his verdict. The notary, the preacher, the
           townsfolk. All point at Norman.

           JUDGE HOPKINS (CONT'D)
           ...execution.
           Camera swings slowly around Norman to reveal AGGIE
           PRENDERGHAST, standing in chains right behind him.

                          AGGIE
           No!
           Norman reacts with horror. The "witch" cowering next to
           him is no more than eleven years-old. Her long hair is
           unkempt and dirt on her face is streaked with tears from
           her eyes. Her manacles have been specially made to fit
           her tiny wrists, and weigh her to the floor. She SNIFFS,
           scared and confused.

                          JUDGE HOPKINS
           Do you have anything to say for
           yourself?

                          AGGIE
           I was only playing!

                          JUDGE HOPKINS
           Aye, with fire! You were speaking
           with the dead!
           The crowd GASPS and MURMURS fearfully.

           JUDGE HOPKINS (CONT'D)
           I'll not risk damnation on these
           good people.
           The town Sheriff grabs Aggie by the shoulder.
           ParaNorman 73.

                         126 CONTINUED: (2) 126

           JUDGE HOPKINS (CONT'D)
           You are to be taken to the place
           of execution where you will be
           hanged by the neck until you be
           dead...
           Norman shouts out but no one can hear or see him.

                          NORMAN
           Wait! No! You can't do this!
           The grim-faced Sheriff moves toward Norman and Aggie. She
           backs away, tears flowing down her face.

                          AGGIE
           I didn't do anything wrong!
           A terrible panic comes over her face.

                          AGGIE (CONT'D)
           Stop! Leave me alone or I'll make
           you sorry! I'll make all of you
           sorry!
           Norman feels unsteady on his feet, the room seeming to
           spin around him. The faces of the townsfolk, pale and
           skull-like, swirl around and around, blurring together.
           In the center of it all, glowing like a bonfire, Aggie

           SCREAMS.
           The world turns black and Norman collapses in a faint.

                         

                         127 127

           INT. TOWN HALL ARCHIVES - CONTINUOUS

           NORMAN'S P.O.V. - the high timbers of the hall roof swim
           into focus, and then faces peering down at him. Skeletal,
           rotting faces. The dead Puritans are standing around him
           in a half-circle. He sits up terrified, and looks around,
           shuffling back across the floorboards on his bottom. The
           dead villagers stand where they are, staring intently.
           Norman sits a moment, heart pounding, WHISPERING SHAKILY.

                          NORMAN
           How could you?! She was just a
           little kid! She was no different
           than me!
           The Dead Judge takes a step forward.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Keep away from me!
           The Dead Judge stops, then opens his horrible mouth and
           speaks in a guttural voice.
           ParaNorman 74.

                         127 CONTINUED: 127

                          DEAD JUDGE
           You... must... stop... the...
           curse.
           A beat. Norman is stunned.

                          NORMAN
           What? You don't want to kill me?
           The Judge shakes his head and points down at the book
           beside Norman's feet.

                          DEAD JUDGE
           You can speak to the dead. To us.
           To her. We need you to read from
           the book to send us all back to
           the grave.

                          NORMAN
           But it didn't work! It's a fairy
           tale! Just a bedtime... story...
           He narrows his eyes at the Judge.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           That's it, isn't it? A bedtime
           story to keep a little girl asleep
           for another year. And now you need
           my help because I'm the only one
           who can read it to her!
           He bends down to pick it up. His eyes flash angrily at
           the zombies and he hurls the burnt book at the Judge. It
           hits him in the chest and falls to his feet with a THUD.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Here's your book! Try reading it
           yourself!
           The zombies stare down at the blackened lump of charred
           paper, and several of them GASP. The Dead Judge's eyes
           are filled with fear and desperation.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           Why did you do it?

                          DEAD JUDGE
           We were scared.

                          NORMAN
           Of what?

                          DEAD JUDGE
           Of her.

                          (GESTURES BEHIND)
           I believed we were doing what was
           right. I was wrong. Now this is
           our punishment.

                          (MORE)
           ParaNorman 75.

                         127 CONTINUED: (2) 127

           DEAD JUDGE (CONT'D)
           We thought we knew our way in life
           but in death we are lost.
           Norman knows they're telling the truth.

           DEAD JUDGE (CONT'D)
           Please help us.
           Norman looks at the book of fairy tales, lying at his
           feet. Its pages are curled and blackened, embers still
           glowing around the hole blown right through it.

                          NORMAN
           Every year someone reads the story
           at her grave. Before me it was Mr
           Prenderghast, and before him there
           were others, but the curse doesn't
           ever go away. Nothing gets better.
           It's not enough.
           Norman looks at it a moment, thinking. He knows what he
           has to do.

                          DEAD JUDGE
           What will you do?

                          NORMAN
           Something nobody ever did before.
           I've gotta go talk to her.

                         

                         128 128

           INT. TOWN HALL - CONTINUOUS

           Smeared with soot and COUGHING, the kids are trapped in
           the lobby. They cower together as burning wood CREAKS and
           CRACKS all around them. The air is grey and caustic and
           filled with flakes of charcoal and burning ash.
           A burning timber GROANS as it splits from the ceiling and
           tumbles toward the children. They SCREAM and scatter as
           it hits the floorboards in a shower of glowing sparks.
           Mitch shouts out from beside a heavy wooden counter top.

                          MITCH
           Guys! Guys! Under here! Under
           here!
           The kids scramble beneath the shelter of the counter as
           more glowing embers rain down around them.
           Courtney grabs Mitch by the bicep and whispers weakly.

                          COURTNEY
           Mitch, if we die tonight, this
           might be the last chance I get to
           tell you how I feel.
           ParaNorman 76.

                         128 CONTINUED: 128

                          MITCH
           Uh, well, no. Unless we get
           brought back as zombies, and then
           technically you'll have longer.
           Courtney opens her mouth to continue, but her love train
           is thoroughly derailed by the nearby CRASH of breaking
           wood, and the archive door beside them CLATTERS to the
           ground.
           The cowering kids all watch in silent horror as several
           dark figures limp and shamble out of the smoke and make
           their way past them across the room. It's the zombies,
           and they're being led by Norman.

                          COURTNEY
           Norman?

                          NORMAN
           Come on! This way!

                          COURTNEY
           You've gotta be kidding me...
           Norman, his mouth shielded by his sleeve, heads
           purposefully toward the front doors.

                         

                         131 131

           EXT. TOWN HALL - MOMENTS LATER

           A loud THUD from within the Town Hall causes the gathered
           crowd outside to GASP, and those closest to the doors to
           take a few steps back.
           The crowd GASPS again as the charred front door of the
           Town Hall is wrenched off its hinges by a huge piece of
           timber and CRASHES down the steps in a shower of flaming
           splinters.
           A ripple of shock runs through the crowd as a number of
           skeletal figures emerge, SPLUTTERING and WHEEZING through
           the smoke, shielding their faces from the heat.
           The gathered crowd are even more aghast when they realize
           a child is being guided out of the flames by the zombies.
           Unseen by the crowd, Courtney and the other kids crawl to
           the splintered opening of the front door, blinking and
           COUGHING for air.
           Hooper pulls out her gun and marches toward the zombies.

                          SHERIFF HOOPER
           You stay right where you are! You
           may be dead already, but I will
           still shoot you!
           ParaNorman 77.

                         131 CONTINUED: 131
           The zombies stop on the steps, burning building behind
           them and the hostile townsfolk in front of them. Norman
           pushes through and stands firmly in the way of Hooper's
           gun, arms spread defensively.

                          NORMAN
           Wait!
           Courtney and the other kids GASP as they watch from
           within the doorway.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Oh my gosh!
           Far above, the clouds THUNDER like demonic laughter.
           Perry steps forward, face red.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Son! Step away from the zombies!

                          NORMAN
           No! I won't!
           Sandra comes up behind her husband and holds his arm.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Perry, calm down! You're going to
           have a heart attack and then what
           are you going to do?

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           I'll come back and haunt Norman!
           Maybe then he'll start listening
           to me!

                          NORMAN
           No! You don't understand what's
           happening here! I spoke to them
           and it's not what you think!
           Courtney edges forward out of the doorway, shocked but
           transfixed.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           The curse isn't about the zombies
           hurting you! It's about you
           hurting them! I figured it out,
           and I know a way to stop this!

                          MRS HENSCHER
           He's in league with them!
           A few members of the crowd try to push past Perry toward
           the steps.

                          DEPUTY DWAYNE
           Let's hang him!
           ParaNorman 78.

                         131 CONTINUED: (2) 131

                          GUCCI LADY
           No! We can't hang him, stupid!
           It's the 21st Century!

                          DEPUTY DWAYNE
           Then let's burn him!
           Sandra turns despairingly to the crowd behind her.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Can you stop being a mob for just
           one minute?!

                          NORMAN
           Listen to me!

                          CRYSTAL
           Get them before they eat us!
           Punctuating every shout, the roiling clouds continue to
           RUMBLE their horrible laughter.

                          COURTNEY
           Leave him alone!
           Courtney suddenly emerges, standing right in front of
           Norman. Following her lead in true "I'm Spartacus!"
           fashion, Neil, Mitch and Alvin step forward too, creating
           a barrier all around him, all joining hands in
           solidarity.
           CLOSE ON Courtney's face as she hisses sidelong to Alvin.

                          COURTNEY (CONT'D)
           Hand, Alvin! My hand!
           A ripple of confusion seems to run through the crowd.

                          COURTNEY (CONT'D)
           Everybody, listen up! You all need
           to stop trying to kill my brother!
           You're adults! Stop it! I know
           that this seems crazy, believe me
           I'm with you on that, but I think
           he does actually know what he's
           talking about!

                          NEIL
           All night he's been trying to save
           you from the witch's curse!

                          MITCH
           Yeah, and all you want to do is
           burn and murder stuff, burn and
           murder stuff! Just burning and
           murdering!
           ParaNorman 79.

                         131 CONTINUED: (3) 131

                          ALVIN
           Shame on every single one of you!
           How dare you all!
           Amongst the crowd, doubt is beginning to show. Even the
           rumbling clouds have gone quiet.

                          CRYSTAL
           So they're not going to hurt us?

                          NORMAN
           No, does it look like any of them
           are trying to hurt you? They're
           just people. At least they used to
           be. Just stupid people who should
           have known better.
           Norman looks at the line of Puritans. They look quite sad
           and pathetic really. Hardly monstrous at all.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           They did something unforgivable
           because they were scared, and they
           were cursed for it. Now it's
           happening all over again. Don't
           you get it? They were just like
           you. But now it has to stop. For
           good.
           Across the crowd, weapons are being lowered and faces are
           starting to look a little guilty.
           There is silence as the modern townsfolk stare at the
           line of three hundred year-old townsfolk. Throughout the
           crowd various weapons CLATTER as they hit the ground.
           A small girl tiptoes up the steps and silently offers one
           of the zombies his arm back.
           The quiet is shattered by a deafening SCREAM. It blows
           out of the storm clouds and whips through the plaza on a
           hellish wind. The street lamps around the square shatter
           in bursts of sparks, raining down on the amassed people.
           The sky above is blood red, clouds twisting and
           contorting into a vast unnatural vortex.
           The Town Hall erupts in a fireball, tongues of white fire
           ROARING out of the embers as the ground shakes and the
           crowd scatters in terror.
           Neil turns to Norman as they duck for cover behind a
           parked car, and SHOUTS over the noise of the wind.

                          NEIL
           Jeez, what is her problem?
           Norman takes in the chaos around them...
           ParaNorman 80.

                         131 CONTINUED: (4) 131
           -An arc of white lightning hits the base of the witch's
           statue with a CRACK. With a terrible GROAN, the statue is
           lifted up into the air by the supernatural wind. It
           CRASHES down at the foot of the Town Hall steps,
           shattering into a hundred pieces of rubble.
           -Windows blow out of tacky tourist stores, their cheap
           front displays ripped apart by the wind.
           -A bolt of lightning tears through the huge billboard in
           the plaza, ripping apart the idealized image of the
           town's history in a spiral of splintered wood.
           Norman struggles over to where a group of townsfolk and
           zombies cower from the destruction. Sandra runs over to
           her son and hugs him.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Oh, Norman!

                          NEIL
           So what do we do now?

                          NORMAN
           I... I really don't know...

                          COURTNEY
           Yes you do, Norman! You've got to
           get to that witch's grave!

                          NORMAN
           But...

                          COURTNEY
           But nothing! You listen to me,
           buster, we didn't turn away when
           Daleridge High was slaughtering
           our volleyball team, did we?

                          NORMAN
           I thought we did.

                          COURTNEY
           No we didn't. I've cheered the
           uncheerable, Norman, and I'm not
           letting you give up now!
           Norman turns to Perry, his eyes all business.

                          NORMAN
           Dad, could I borrow the car?

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Excuse me?
           ParaNorman 81.

                         131 CONTINUED: (5) 131
           Norman looks squarely at his dad, and the Dead Judge
           beside him. They exchange uneasy glances.

                          CUT TO:

                         

                         132 132

           INT. STATION WAGON - CONTINUOUS

           The Dead Judge sits rigidly between Norman and Courtney
           in the back of Perry's station wagon, Perry and Sandra in
           the front.
           Perry drives in silent discomfort following the Judge's
           instructions through town, glancing in his rear-view
           mirror at the passengers in the back seat.
           Sandra takes a small perfume spritzer from her purse as
           surreptitiously as she can and sprays the air around her.

                         

                         135 135

           EXT. SUBURBAN STREETS - CONTINUOUS

           The car turns a corner into the path of an overturned
           truck, caught by the spectral wind. It cartwheels down
           the middle of the street, tearing up the asphalt.

                         

           I/E. STATION WAGON - CONTINUOUS
           Perry swerves out of its path of destruction.
           Inside, Sandra cranes her neck around to watch the truck
           CRASH down the road behind them. She faces front again.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Boy, the traffic tonight!

                          COURTNEY
           Norman! He's on my side of the
           seat!

                          NORMAN
           She wants you to move over.
           The Judge MUMBLES.

                          COURTNEY
           I heard that! Mom! Tell the zombie
           to stop saying stuff about me!

                          NORMAN
           Can you quit using the "z" word?

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           So help me I will stop this car
           right now if all three of you
           don't quit it this instant!
           ParaNorman 82.

                          CONTINUED:
           After a moment, the Judge lets out a sepulchral MOAN.

                          NORMAN
           He says "take a left here".
           Perry gives a distasteful look, but turns the steering
           wheel. He peers out through the raging storm, windscreen
           wiper batting ineffectively at the onslaught of debris.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           We've already been this way. We're
           going around in circles!

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Maybe we should pull over and ask
           someone?

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Oh, right, you think maybe we
           should stop at a graveyard and dig
           up some other eighteenth-century
           corpses?

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           It's not a bad idea.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           I wish I understood you.

                         

                         136 136

           I/E. STATION WAGON - CONTINUOUS
           From the back seat, the Judge turns to Norman and GROANS.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Please don't tell me he needs to
           use the bathroom.
           Norman listens as the Judge continues GRUMBLING, then
           leans forward over his father's seat, pointing.

                          NORMAN
           Turn down there!

                         

                         137 137

           EXT. OLD FOREST TRAIL - CONTINUOUS

           The car turns tightly off a secluded road onto a dirt
           path running into the thick of the surrounding woodland.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Oh my, do you think that's it?
           ParaNorman 83.

                         

                         

          139 EXT. OLD FOREST TRAIL - MOMENTS LATER 139

           The headlights of the car illuminate a huge fallen trunk
           ahead along the path, and Perry pulls the car to a stop,
           wheels CRUNCHING on dirt and roots.
           Everyone gets out of the car. The trees around them are
           thick and dense. Aggie's furious storm WHISTLES through
           the branches far above them.
           Norman turns to the Dead Judge. The Judge nods solemnly,
           pointing ahead.
           Norman steels himself and begins to march forward through
           the thick brambles, the others following behind.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           So, why are we here?

                          NORMAN
           Someone's gotta talk to her, Dad.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Yeah, um, why's that person you,
           exactly?
           As they continue, the surrounding trees press in on them,
           just like in Norman's vision. Branches and thorns lash at
           their faces while thick roots entangle their feet.
           Norman's family are falling behind and realize too late
           that the encroaching trees are about to crush Norman.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Oh my goodness, look out!

                          NORMAN
           Mom!

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Perry! Do something!
           Perry is finding it difficult to move; a tree bears down
           on him, its roots snagging his thrashing limbs.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           I'm trying!

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Kick it in the knothole!
           Norman hops nimbly between two huge trunks as they SMASH
           together, blocking off the way ahead with gnarled wood.
           Sandra struggles free and shouts over the branches.

           SANDRA BABCOCK (CONT'D)
           Norman?!
           ParaNorman 84.

                         139 CONTINUED: 139

           NORMAN (O.S.)
           I'm okay Mom! Wait for me here!
           Don't worry!

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Be careful!
           Now separated from the others, Norman turns to go ahead
           on his own. Ahead of him a phosphorescent glow shines off
           the trees, and he knows he is very close.

                         

                         140 140

           EXT. OLD FOREST CLEARING - CONTINUOUS

           Exhausted but determined, Norman finds the source of the
           supernatural storm; a clearing sculpted out of the forest
           by Aggie's fury.
           In the center of it all is the tree, bleached white as
           bone and grotesquely twisted. The trees around it CREAK
           and GROAN as though they'd like to uproot and plant
           themselves someplace else.
           Beneath this tree lie Aggie's remains, buried three
           hundred years ago. Now a mess of roots and rocks open out
           like an ugly wound, and within them a tiny childlike
           figure is barely visible through a spitting furnace of
           spectral energy. Ectoplasm rages up around the tree's
           finger-like branches like a mushroom cloud of negative
           energy. It's a child's tantrum turned atomic.

                          NORMAN
           Hello?
           Words echo around him in response.

                          AGGIE
           You're not welcome here. Go away.
           Norman shivers as the voice RUMBLES coldly.
           The raging wind intensifies as Norman turns back around.

                          NORMAN
           Uh... I really need to speak with
           you.

                          AGGIE
           Who are you?

                          NORMAN
           I'm Norman. Norman Babcock. You
           don't actually know me, but I know
           you. We're actually kind of the
           same, you and I.
           Norman takes another step closer, ducking as petrified
           branches and rocks fly over his head on the wind.
           ParaNorman 85.

                         140 CONTINUED: 140

                          AGGIE
           You're not dead.

                          NORMAN
           Well, no, apart from that.

                          AGGIE
           And you're a boy.

                          NORMAN
           Well, yes, that too.

                          AGGIE
           You're not like me at all.
           Norman hesitates, knowing he's on dangerous ground.

                          NORMAN
           Well, I know how you feel?

                          AGGIE
           No you don't. You don't know
           anything about me.

                          NORMAN
           I know your name is Agatha
           Prenderghast.
           The ghostly voice wavers for the first time.

                          AGGIE
           What?

                          NORMAN
           And I know you're probably tired.
           Right? Because, I mean, it's
           really late and it's been a long
           night and we're, like, only eleven
           years-old, and...
           The voice snaps back like a clap of thunder.

                          AGGIE
           I don't want to go to sleep, and
           you can't make me! I burnt the
           book into dust, and now I don't
           have to listen to that stupid
           story any more! Leave me alone!
           Norman is terrified, but advances on the tree, the rocks
           under his feet churning.

                          NORMAN
           No. I'm not leaving. Just listen
           to me.
           (takes a breath)
           Uh... once upon a time... long
           ago... there was a little girl...
           ParaNorman 86.

                         140 CONTINUED: (2) 140

                          AGGIE
           What?

                          NORMAN
           A little girl who was different
           from the other people in her
           village.
           The voice chants petulantly over him as if putting its
           demonic fingers in its ears.

                          AGGIE
           I'm not listening! LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-

           LAAA!

                          NORMAN
           She could see and do things that
           no one could understand, and that
           made them scared of her.

                          AGGIE
           I don't like this story!

                          NORMAN
           She turned away from everyone, and
           became sad and lonely, and had no
           one to turn to.

                          AGGIE
           Stop it!
           If Aggie weren't floating three feet above the ground,
           she'd be stamping her feet. Her voice blows bits of bark
           off the surrounding trees.

                          NORMAN
           But the more she turned away from
           people, the more scared they were
           of her, and they did something
           terrible!
           Arcs of white energy CRACKLE through the air. Where they
           hit the ground, they send up white flames.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           They became so scared that they
           took her away and killed her!

                          AGGIE
           No!

                          NORMAN
           But even though she was dead
           something in her came back.

                          AGGIE
           Stop!
           ParaNorman 87.

                         140 CONTINUED: (3) 140

                          NORMAN
           And this part of her wouldn't go
           away, not for three hundred
           years...

                          AGGIE
           Shut up!

                          NORMAN
           And the longer it stayed, the less
           there was of the little girl!

                          AGGIE
           I'll make you suffer!

                          NORMAN
           Why?
           Aggie goes to shout, but stops, unsure of her answer.

                          AGGIE
           Because... because...

                          NORMAN
           Because you want everyone to hurt
           just as much as you are! So
           whenever you wake up you play this
           mean game, but you don't play
           fair!

                          AGGIE
           They hurt me!

                          NORMAN
           So you hurt them back?

                          AGGIE
           I wanted everyone to see how
           rotten they were!

                          NORMAN
           You're just like them, Agatha.

                          AGGIE
           No I'm not!

                          NORMAN
           You're a bully.

                          AGGIE
           No I'm not!
           Norman has almost reached the eye of the storm. The world
           behind him is a whirling torrent of burning white chaos.

                          NORMAN
           They did something awful, but that
           doesn't mean you should too!

                          (MORE)
           ParaNorman 88.

                         140 CONTINUED: (4) 140

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           All that's left of you now is mean
           and horrible!
           He sees her clearly now. True, she is floating above the
           ground, and her hair is writhing madly about her, and
           plumes of spectral fire are pouring off her body, but
           she's still just a little girl underneath.

                          AGGIE
           That's not true!
           Norman climbs up a tree root, Aggie's flames searing his
           skin and clothes as he gets close enough to touch her.

                          NORMAN
           Then stop. This is wrong and you
           know it! You've spent so long
           remembering the bad people that
           you've forgotten the good ones.
           There must have been someone who
           loved you and cared for you. You
           don't remember them?

                          AGGIE
           Leave me alone!

                          NORMAN
           But you're not alone! You have to
           remember!

                          AGGIE
           Keep away from me!
           Norman reaches the end of the root and jumps. His
           outstretched fingers shake madly as they approach Aggie's
           tiny hand, as though the air is fighting against him.

                          NORMAN
           Remember!
           There is a flash of white, and silence.

                          FADE TO:

                         

                         141 141

           EXT. NEW FOREST CLEARING - BRIGHT SUNNY DAY

           Dappled sunlight falls through shimmering leaves and
           blossoms. Norman and Aggie are standing in thick grass,
           replete with wild flowers, the dead white tree now quite
           alive and blossoming behind them.
           Aggie is no longer an indistinct specter, but flesh and
           blood and as real as Norman. She stares down at her hand
           as Norman holds it gently by the end of her finger.

                          AGGIE
           Aggie. My name was Aggie.
           ParaNorman 89.

                         141 CONTINUED: 141
           A brightly-colored butterfly flutters between them. Aggie
           starts to remember as she follows its flight.

                          AGGIE (CONT'D)
           I... I remember my mommy brought
           me here once. We sat under the
           tree and she told me stories. They
           all had happy endings.

                          (BROW FURROWS)
           And then those horrible men came
           and took me away and I never saw
           her again!
           She scowls angrily at the butterfly flitting past her
           face. It instantly crumples up into ashes. Surprised, she
           GASPS and watches the blackened dust fall to the ground.
           There's anger in Aggie, but there is confusion, sadness
           and regret there too. She isn't quite so scary anymore.

                          NORMAN
           Sometimes when people get scared
           they say and do terrible things. I
           think you got so scared, that you
           forgot who you are. But I don't
           think you're a witch. Not really.
           Aggie looks into his eyes.

                          AGGIE
           You don't?

                          NORMAN
           I think you're just a little kid
           with a really special gift who
           only ever wanted people to
           understand her.
           He smiles softly.

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           So we're not all that different at
           all.

                          AGGIE
           But what about the people who hurt
           you? Don't you ever want to make
           them suffer?
           Norman thinks this over, and shrugs.

                          NORMAN
           Well, yeah, but what good would
           that do? You think just because
           there's bad people out there that
           there's no good ones either? I
           thought the same thing.

                          (MORE)
           ParaNorman 90.

                         141 CONTINUED: (2) 141

                          NORMAN (CONT'D)
           For a while. But there's always
           someone out there for you.
           Somewhere.
           Aggie frowns, looking lost.

                          AGGIE
           I just want my mommy...

                          NORMAN
           I'm sorry, Aggie. She's gone.

                          AGGIE
           That story you were telling. How
           does it end?

                          NORMAN
           I think that's up to you.
           Aggie blinks through tears at the grass beneath her feet.

                          AGGIE
           Is this where they buried me?

                          NORMAN
           It's a pretty good place to sleep.
           Then you can be with your mom
           again.
           Aggie holds Norman's gaze, then looks down to the ground,
           her tiny frame heaving with a last SOB. She sits down on
           the grass and curls up, resting her head on her hands.
           Norman kneels down next to her as she closes her eyes.
           Her breathing grows deeper and more peaceful; her tiny
           frame shifting softly under her long hair.
           The air around them grows blurry and indistinct. Aggie
           softens as though out of focus, and the whole world
           becomes a swirling dance of glowing orbs. Norman closes
           his eyes as a blizzard of light engulfs him, spiraling up
           into the clouds high above his head.
           Lightning flashes white far above and thunder RUMBLES
           softly through the sky, as if moving away.

                         

                         143 143

           EXT. TOWN HALL - CONTINUOUS

           The zombies form a group in the center of the square, all
           of them looking up into the clouds. The people around
           them stop and stare, awestruck as a breeze buffets their
           clothes and the air around them begins to shimmer.
           As the modern townsfolk watch on, some of the zombies
           take each others' arms for support. Those with eyelids
           close them. One by one their bodies dissolve away,
           leaving ethereal figures in their place.
           ParaNorman 91.

                         143 CONTINUED: 143
           For a moment they float where they stood, ghostly
           apparitions of the people they once were before the
           curse. They stare sadly out at their flesh and blood
           descendents, and in an instant become just specks of
           light that are caught by the breeze and carried out of
           sight.

                         

                         142 142

           EXT. OLD FOREST CLEARING - NIGHT

           Norman blinks open his eyes, taking a moment to survey
           the scene around him.
           He sits upon the upturned root of the tree, the earth
           around broken and twisted, a testament to what has
           happened. He looks up into the sky and gives a sad smile.

                          NORMAN
           Sleep tight.
           He clambers down through the roots back toward the path.

                         

                         144 144

           EXT. OLD FOREST TRAIL - CONTINUOUS

           Norman wearily walks through the splintered roots to find
           his family. Sandra shouts out when she sees him.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           Norman? Norman!
           Sandra runs over to him and scoops him up in her arms,
           hugging him tightly.

           SANDRA BABCOCK (CONT'D)
           My brave little man! I thought I
           was going to lose you!

                          NORMAN
           Mom, you're embarrassing me.

                          SANDRA BABCOCK
           That's my job.

                          COURTNEY
           Good job, Norman.
           Perry takes a deep breath and looks at his son. There is
           relief and a hint of admiration in his eyes.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Well done, Son. You did it.
           The Judge, stood some way behind them, lets out a GROAN,
           and the Babcocks turn to look at him.
           ParaNorman 92.

                         144 CONTINUED: 144
           They watch in awe as the Judge begins to turn to dust,
           his ragged clothes and decayed body dissolving in the
           rain. For barely a moment a shimmering ghostly figure is
           left behind, an image of the man that once was. The
           spirit blinks sorrowful eyes, then becomes nothing more
           than a million glowing fragments dissipating on the
           breeze.

                         

                         146B 146B

           EXT. NEW TOWN HALL - LATER

           The sky has lost its lurid pall, and the clouds are now
           lighter and less menacing.
           In the Town Square, clusters of townsfolk are trying to
           come to terms with the night's events.
           Norman weaves through the crowd away from the Babcock's
           station wagon, searching for Neil. He hears small
           snippets of conversation as he goes.
           Dwayne waves his notebook under Hooper's nose.

                          DEPUTY DWAYNE
           So, uh, are we gonna need
           statements?
           She slaps it out of his hand.

           DEPUTY DWAYNE (CONT'D)
           Ow! That was my finger nail.
           Slob Guy, Crystal and Mrs Henscher are convincing each
           other of their excuses.

                          MRS HENSCHER
           You know what it's like. You join
           a mob and you say things. I was
           merely inhabiting the role.

                          SLOB GUY
           Yeah, it was the others. They
           pushed me into it.
           Norman smiles as he passes Alvin, regaling a bunch of
           teenagers.

                          ALVIN
           Yeah, me and Norman are in a lot
           of the same classes. Pretty much
           inseparable. Best buds. And we do
           a lot of psychic investigations
           together. We have a blog actually,
           you should check it out.
           Nearby, Courtney wastes no time cozying up to Mitch.
           ParaNorman 93.

          146B CONTINUED: 146B

                          COURTNEY
           So I was thinking, maybe we could
           catch a movie sometime? Nothing
           scary.

                          MITCH
           That sounds great, Courtney! Y'know,
           you're gonna love my boyfriend!
           He's like a total chick-flick nut!
           Courtney stares at him, at a loss for words, then
           successfully reads between the lines and turns away

           MUTTERING.
           Norman eventually finds Neil sat upon the witch statue's
           broken plinth, attempting to piece it back together
           pebble by pebble.

                          NORMAN
           Hey Neil.
           He climbs up beside his friend, who beams at him
           gleefully.

                          NEIL
           You did it! You stopped the
           witch's curse and made the zombies
           go away and saved pretty much
           everything!

                          NORMAN
           I guess. I just wanted to say
           thanks. You stood by me. All the
           time.

                          NEIL
           Yeah, of course. Don't get weird
           or anything. So you think now
           everything's gonna turn back to
           normal?
           Norman looks across the square. The smoldering buildings,
           the fallen signposts, the warped trees, the rubble...

                          NORMAN
           As normal as it could be.

                         

                         148 148

           INT. BABCOCK'S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM - EVENING

           Norman sits on the floor in front of the TV. A news
           report shows the wrecked Main Street with the headline

           "TOURIST TOWN HIT BY MYSTERY TORNADO".
           Perry enters the room, and Norman quickly changes the
           channel on the TV to a noisy monster movie.
           ParaNorman 94.

                         148 CONTINUED: 148

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Son.

                          NORMAN
           Hi Dad.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           What're you watching?

                          NORMAN
           A scary movie.

                          PERRY BABCOCK
           Your, uh, your grandma here is
           she?
           Norman looks around and sees his father and grandmother
           sitting side by side on the sofa. He nods.

           PERRY BABCOCK (CONT'D)
           Right. Of course she is.
           Perry tries his best to maintain his composure, and
           wriggles a little in his seat.

           PERRY BABCOCK (CONT'D)
           Is she... Is she sitting next to
           me?
           Norman nods. Perry "hem-hems" and turns awkwardly to face
           her, nose to ear. She doesn't seem to notice.

           PERRY BABCOCK (CONT'D)
           Hi Mom.
           Perry tries to downplay his discomfort and turns back to
           concentrate on the movie his son is watching.
           Sandra and Courtney enter from the kitchen carrying
           snacks. Sandra takes a seat on an armchair and Courtney
           lies down on the floor beside her brother, munching
           popcorn. They all settle in to watch the movie.
           A beat, then Perry and Grandma speak at the same time.

           PERRY BABCOCK (CONT'D) GRANDMA BABCOCK
           So what's happening now? So what's happening now?
           Norman sits as he is, facing the TV, and grins.

           THE END.

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