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Jun. 9th, 2004 10:34 amwe open on a living room in a suburban household. a man, wearing boxers and a tank top, snoozes on the couch in front of the TV. we pan around to see that on the TV, a Marx Brothers movie is playing. we hear the famous line, "Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana," as a fly appears from out of frame and lands on the TV. as it leaves the TV, we follow its erratic path. it flies over to the man, who sleepily swats at it. "Honey," he yells, closing his eyes again, "Close the screen door. There's a fly in here."
as we pan around the room, we hear her voice from the kitchen. "It is closed!" she yells, as we slowly zoom in on a grandfather clock in the corner. as we watch, a fly takes off from it and comes toward us. zooming in closer, we see there are several flies on the outside of the clock. even closer, and we see there are more flies coming out of it -- and there are even flies inside the clock face, behind the glass.
we zoom in through the clock face and into its works, and then down into the body of the clock -- which is absolutely crawling with flies. they're covering every surface, crawling over each other. as we reach the bottom, we see a glowing green area from which the flies seem to be emerging. it looks like a TEAR in the FABRIC of SPACE-TIME! (everybody knows that space-time is green and glows in the dark.)
we cut back to the man. even more flies are buzzing around him now, and he sits up abruptly and grabs a newspaper, swatting at them angrily. "Goddammit!" he yells back to his wife, "Then how the hell are they getting in here?"
she comes to the door between the living room and kitchen. "I don't know," she says sarcastically. "Maybe you should take out the garbage."
as she says this, the clock chimes the hour. suddenly, flies begin to pour out of it, hundreds of them.
"What the hell?" the man says, jumping to his feet -- but before he can do anything, the flies completely cover his body. "Call the exterminator!" His wife runs to the phone. He begins to scream horribly, and flails around. "They're biting me!" he yells, and then his voice is cut off as flies fill his mouth and go down his throat.
cut to opening credits.
as we pan around the room, we hear her voice from the kitchen. "It is closed!" she yells, as we slowly zoom in on a grandfather clock in the corner. as we watch, a fly takes off from it and comes toward us. zooming in closer, we see there are several flies on the outside of the clock. even closer, and we see there are more flies coming out of it -- and there are even flies inside the clock face, behind the glass.
we zoom in through the clock face and into its works, and then down into the body of the clock -- which is absolutely crawling with flies. they're covering every surface, crawling over each other. as we reach the bottom, we see a glowing green area from which the flies seem to be emerging. it looks like a TEAR in the FABRIC of SPACE-TIME! (everybody knows that space-time is green and glows in the dark.)
we cut back to the man. even more flies are buzzing around him now, and he sits up abruptly and grabs a newspaper, swatting at them angrily. "Goddammit!" he yells back to his wife, "Then how the hell are they getting in here?"
she comes to the door between the living room and kitchen. "I don't know," she says sarcastically. "Maybe you should take out the garbage."
as she says this, the clock chimes the hour. suddenly, flies begin to pour out of it, hundreds of them.
"What the hell?" the man says, jumping to his feet -- but before he can do anything, the flies completely cover his body. "Call the exterminator!" His wife runs to the phone. He begins to scream horribly, and flails around. "They're biting me!" he yells, and then his voice is cut off as flies fill his mouth and go down his throat.
cut to opening credits.
