An American Werewolf in Paris

Andy looks at him carefully, trying to read him. Leduc's face is impassive.

cut to:

INT. COURTROOM, NIGHT

The prosecutor, who speaks English with a thick French accent, has an extremely sarcastic look on his face. He wheels around dramatically, and confronts Andy, who sits uneasily on the stand, wiping the sweat from his brow.

prosecutor

You intend us to believe that you committed these murders because the moon was full and you were somehow magically transformed into a huge powerful beast with an insatiable appetite for human flesh, is that right?

andy

You don't understand!

The prosecutor turns away towards the jury to mock Andy.

prosecutor

Oh? So I don't understand? You think it's me who has a hard time coming to grips with reality?

The JURORS snigger at Andy's expense. But wait, suddenly they look concerned- something's wrong. The prosecutor continues, his back to Andy.

prosecutor (cont'd)

You think I'm the one who needs my head examined? I don't understand? Well, Mr. McDermott, enlighten me.

He wheels around to Andy and comes face to face with

THE BEAST

huge and ravenous. It goes for his throat.

prosecutor

Good God!!! Aaaaaaaa!!!

The beast tears the prosecutor apart, spraying blood everywhere. The jury - oddly enough - break into polite applause. One less lawyer...

cut to:

INT. AIRPLANE - NIGHT

Andy wakes up with a start- a concerned STEWARDESS is leaning over him. Disturbed PASSENGERS crane their necks, peering at him like he's nuts.

stewardess

You were screaming in your sleep, sir. Are you okay?

Andy looks around, getting his bearings. He takes a deep breath and shakes it off.

andy

Yeah. It was just, um... something I ate.

The stewardess nods and smiles, a little uneasily. He picks up the Bloody Mary from his table and gulps some down. A little bit of tomato juice dribbles down his chin. He looks out the window.

EXT. AIRPLANE

It flies along over a blanket of clouds, past the huge, silver moon. The song is Cat Stevens' "Moonshadow", sardonically covered by Nirvana, with the oh so appropriate lyrics: "If I ever lose my legs...".

ROLL CREDITS.