Our continuing saga (see part one here) of impetuous young Tony and his pursuit of individuality at the possible expense of his life.
When last we left Tony, he had led a nasty caiman on a merry chase, faking it out at the last second.
Tony takes off, leaving the caiman to spit out stones.
The guys catch up to Tony, applauding. Tony bows.
That was totally awesome!
I thought you were a goner.
OLD FIN (O.S.)
Tony turns to see OLD FIN.
And dangerous. You must think you’re pretty hot stuff.
Escaped the jaws of death.
You escaped an eating machine, son; an unthinking garbage disposal. And you risked everyone’s lives in the process.
It was just me and the caiman.
You need to learn about taking responsibility for your actions; caring for the fish around you. Your father—
What about my father?
My father took responsibility for his community, and he got snatched by the Net. Maybe if he’d spent more time with his son and less on everyone else’s problems…
Old Fin waves the boys off.
He was all about sacrifice, when it meant taking care of others, but when I needed him… You can keep your responsibility.
Old Fin reaches for Tony’s shoulder.
I miss him, too. He had to be the fish he was destined to be. Just as you have to be the fish you will become.
That’s… C’mon guys.
The boys swim off.
Destiny won’t wait, son. It happens whether you’re ready or not.
EXT. FURTHER ALONG THE RIVER – DUSK
Amongst the plants and rocks, four long pink legs extend to the surface. The boys take a wide berth, Tony lagging behind, kicking pebbles.
Watch out. Danger from above.
Tony darts around the legs, but then he turns with a grin.
What’re you doing?
Nothing. Just stretching my fins.
Yawning, he tickles one of the feet.
EXT. ABOVE THE SURFACE – SAME TIME
The legs are attached to two cranes. SIDNEY screams and jumps into SEYMOUR’s wings.
Something touched my leg!
Seymour angrily drops Sidney into the water.
You idiot. Those are just fish.
Well, they’re cold and wet. It’s nasty.
Nasty? Sid, what are we?
Sidney thinks long and hard.
We’re not cousins?
Focus! What do cranes eat?
Sidney screws up his face, like his head’s about to explode.
Fish! We eat fish!
Sidney whips out chopsticks.
Seymour slaps the chopsticks away and then pushes Sid’s head into the water. Sid steps back, spluttering.
And this time, Sid, hold your breath.
Seymour plunges his head into the water, pulling up a fish, which he quickly swallows. The two start looking for dinner.
EXT. BELOW THE SURFACE – SAME TIME
Fish scatter in pandemonium. Clouds of silt explode from the riverbed as enormous bills dart from the surface and stab into the ground, slicing side to side to catch fish.
Plants are uprooted, stones flung in all directions, fish cower in crevices and under large rocks as the river fills with a cacophany of SCREAMS and thrashing EXPLOSIONS of air and water.
Tony and his friends flee, pursued by Seymour.
You had to do it, didn’t you?
They’re gaining on us.
They careen around rocks and weeds as the cranes inch closer.
INT. OLD BUCKET – CONTINUOUS
Juan, Tony and Ricky dart to the back, breathing heavily.
They got Carlos!
Juan dashes for the opening and is bowled over by Carlos.
Carlos, the bullet.
The THRASHING outside subsides. The guys float quietly.
A beam of light penetrates the darkening water outside of the bucket, which shakes and the floor tilts.
They swim for the mouth, which rises, the spotlight getting brighter. Seeing Carlos struggle, Juan and Ricky swim back to help him. Tony waits anxiously.
Tony swims to help, just as they push Carlos out. Before Tony can escape, however, the bucket breaks the water’s surface.
Tony races for the bottom and turns to make a break for the surface. As he makes his run, a net appears.
EXT. FLAT-BOTTOMED METAL BOAT – SAME TIME
A hand reaches into the bucket and fishes for Tony, who scurries around trying not to get caught.
Hey! Watch the scales. Let go!
The hand throws Tony into a clear bag of water.
Okay. Now you’ve made me mad!
The hand tosses the bag into a cardboard box.
INSERT: BOX LABEL THAT READS “ECUADOR PET SUPPLIES”.
The lid of the box closes. Everything GOES DARK.
(to be continued)
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