The One Where We Recap The Movie
The camera pans up to the blackness of the cave's ceiling, which is shortly broken by a small child falling through from the world above. It's clearly the present day, judging from the kid's clothing. He groans and moans and holds his chest, and a shovel falls down on top of him. Three little kid faces peer down at CaveKid, who twangs up to them that he got the wind knocked out of him. That's sort of a poetic phrase, if you really think about it. One of the kids twangs back that it looks like he's fallen into a cave. Ya think? This must be evidence of that great Texas educational system George W. Bush kept talking about last year. CaveKid spits and looks around. His friends peer over the edge of the hole until, eventually, CaveKid comes back into the light, holding a human skull. "Toss it up here, dude!" one of the kids yells. "No way, butt wipe! It's mine," CaveKid tosses back. God, what poetry in those words. CaveKid tells them that there are bones all over the place, man. He looks at the skull -- the back of which has been bashed in -- and then down at his feet. The black oil slowly seeps out from under his tennis shoes. CaveKid looks up at his friends, panicking, and drops the skull. The oil turns into those worm things, which burrow their way under his skin. "Hey, Stevie are you all right?" one of the boys calls down. Stevie looks up at him as the black oil washes ominously over his eyeballs. ("The black oil!" everyone in the movie theatre muttered simultaneously, under our respective breaths.) Freaked out, the other kids bail on Stevie and run all the way across the dusty landscape to their little row of tract houses. According to the time/date stamp at the bottom of that big wide screen, this is North Texas, Present Day.