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 "pissst" 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, nuts.
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
freaking 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!
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
Dang 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 gosh! 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 jinkies!
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.
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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.
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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.
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COURTNEY
So I was thinking, maybe we could
catch a movie sometime? Nothing
scary.
MITCH
That sounds great, Kathy! 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.
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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.
