Carrie Page #5

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Do you want to dance?

(SIGHS)

Or, if you want,

we could wait for a slower song.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

I'll be back.

Miss Desjardin.

You look beautiful.

I'll let you two ladies talk.

Uh, do you want some punch?

I heard Greg and Harry spiked it.

Really?

(CHUCKLES) No, I'm just kidding.

(CHUCKLES)

You're doing okay?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

TOMMY:
Listen.

Do you really have to be home so early?

I promised.

Yeah, I know. I understand.

But, um, a bunch of people,

we're going to the Cavalier after.

- That's okay.

- What is?

I know you want to hang out

with your friends, and that's...

No.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

It's a slow song.

No.

Yeah. Come on.

No, Tommy. I've never danced before.

- It's okay.

- No, I can't. I can't do it.

You can't go to prom

and not have at least one dance.

I can't.

Carrie White,

will you have this dance with me?

Come on.

Come on.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

It's so easy.

Take this hand in my hand. Like this, see?

You're going to put this hand

on my shoulder.

And I put my hand on your hip.

Then we sway.

See, it's easy.

You've got nothing to worry about.

And you're good, you're a good learner.

And then, if you want to get fancy with it,

we can do the Dancing With The Stars.

- Yeah.

- No.

Yeah. Ready? Look.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

To the first one.

This is fun, right?

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Tommy, why am I here?

Because I invited you.

But why?

Carrie, we're here.

We're at prom.

I'm having such a great time with you.

You are?

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

And I hope

that you're having a good time with me.

Yeah.

So, what do you say

we dance a little longer,

and then we see which poor fool

they crown King and Queen,

and then we go to the Cavalier?

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

And I'll have you home by 10:30.

How does that sound to you?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Maybe 11:
00.

Whatever you want.

(CARRIE CHUCKLES)

CARRIE:
11:00.

(CREAKING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

ERNIE:
All right, everyone,

take your seats. Take your seats.

It's now time to vote for your King

and Queen of the prom. All right.

(ALL CHEERING)

Ballots are on the table.

Everyone gets their own, please.

Guys, take your seats.

Here.

Make an "X" beside

the candidate of your choice.

Let's have the best prom ever.

Whoo!

All right.

Tommy, we're on here.

Don't you want to be on there?

Do you?

Why not?

If we win, the only thing that happens is

we have to go up there on those thrones,

wave a scepter around

while they play the school song,

and then, uh, do a little dance

so everyone can see how idiotic we look.

They are beautiful.

You're beautiful.

So, who do we vote for?

(CHUCKLES) I guess they're more

your crowd than mine.

I don't really have a crowd.

Well, I think we vote for ourselves, right?

No. No, don't vote for us.

To the devil with false modesty.

To the devil.

(LAUGHS)

- Hurt yourself?

- No.

To my boy, George Dawson,

to the Fearsome Four,

Mike, Matt, Brian, and Brad.

I'm going to miss you guys.

- All set?

TOMMY:
- Oh, yeah.

Good luck, kids. You've got my vote.

More ballots for you.

Hey, girl.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(BEEPS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ALL CHEERING)

Here you go.

As soon as that bucket goes, we run.

We don't stick around for the laughs

or the screams or anything.

All right?

BILLY:
You got it?

Are you listening? Hey.

- What?

- When they get up there,

what's happening?

You're pulling the rope and when the...

- Shut up so I can hear.

- Hey. Listen to me. Listen.

If you get caught

and you say anything about what we did,

I will f***ing kill you.

This isn't what

you b*tches did in the shower.

This is criminal assault.

This is f***ing jail time if we're caught.

I get it.

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(PANTING)

Hey. Whatever happens tonight,

you're Queen, okay?

And the results are in.

And it was very, very close.

ERNIE:
A drum roll, please.

(DRUM ROLL)

By one vote, our winners are...

Tommy Ross and Carrie White!

(EXHALES)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDS)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on.

BOY:
Way to go, Carrie.

(LAUGHING)

Heather, where's Chris?

What are you talking about? She's not here.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Hey, what's wrong?

Come on, go. You can do this.

(CROWD CHEERING)

We are f***ing doing this.

It's too late to go back now.

ERNIE:
Ewen High...

I give you your newly crowned

King and Queen of the prom,

Tommy Ross and Carrie White.

- Pull it!

- Shut up, Billy!

- Chris.

- Sue?

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

DESJARDIN:
Sue.

What are you doing?

Come on. Come on, let's go.

No! Miss Desjardin, it's not me.

It's Chris.

Pull it, Billy, pull it!

Don't ruin this for Carrie.

- It's not me!

- Come on. Out.

- Let her have this.

- No, wait!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(ALL GASP)

(SHUDDERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SHUDDERS)

What the hell?

ALL:
(CHANTING) Plug it up!

(SOBBING) Please help me!

ALL:
(CHANTING) Plug it up!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Carrie, wait. Carrie.

(SOBBING) Help me.

No!

(LAUGHING)

- Freak! Freak!

- Come on.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Carrie, come on.

(ALL GASP)

(GIRL SCREAMS)

Tommy.

(WHIMPERING)

Tommy.

(SOBBING) Tommy, no.

No.

(ENGINE REVVING)

CHRIS:
F***.

You have an inch.

BILLY:
Yeah. Come on.

Go, go. Come on.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

- Come on.

- Are you seeing this?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

- Wait.

- Come on.

(SCREAMING)

There's been an explosion.

(SCREAMING)

Don't panic!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Bleachers!

(GRUNTS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMING)

LIZZY:
We have to get to the door.

Nicki!

(BOTH SCREAM)

- Lizzy!

- Nicki!

(BOTH SCREAMING)

- Come on! We got to go!

DESJARDIN:
- Okay.

ULMANN:
Tina, come on!

We're all going to die!

Come on!

(GRUNTS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

(CHOKING)

(GROANING)

(COUGHING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(PANTING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(SIREN WAILING)

What are you doing? What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Do you think this is a f***ing game?

Shut up.

What are we going to do?

We're going to leave town

and we're never going to come back.

(SOBBING)

Okay? It's okay. It's going to be okay.

Okay.

(SIREN WAILING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Oh, my God! Watch out!

(GROANING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Sh*t town!

CHRIS:
Go, move!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Oh, my God.

It's Carrie.

Run her down.

Kill her.

Kill her, Billy. Kill her, Billy! Kill her!

Shut up! I got this.

Come on!

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH GROAN)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GROANING)

Billy?

Billy?

Billy?

No.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(SOBBING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(GROANING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SIREN WAILING)

(SOBBING)

(SOBBING)

Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.

Mama?

Mama?

(CREAKING)

Mama?

Mama!

No.

(SOBBING) No.

No.

I'm so sorry.

Mama?

Mama?

(CREAKING)

(GASPS)

Oh, Mama.

Mama, you were right.

They laughed at me, Mommy.

They all laughed at me.

I knew they'd hurt my little girl.

I should have killed myself

when he put it in me.

We slept in the same bed,

lived together sinlessly.

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