Halloween H20 Page #11

AN OFFICER:

strings yellow crime scene tape across the front of the

drugstore.

MOLLY:

stands next to John, arm around his waist... watching

curiously...

LINDA:

leans against the side of the bus next to Shane...

LINDA:

Look, they're staring right at us.

SHANE:

(to John)

You think your mom knows we snuck

out last night?

JOHN:

Nah, I didn't tell her where I

went.

MOLLY:

Is that all you guys can think

about? Amy never came back last

night. Maybe she's in trouble.

LINDA:

Better her than me.

MOLLY:

You're unbelievable.

SHANE:

Linda's right. I have Yale to

think about. Amy's going to the

Barbizon School of Beauty -- if

they let her retake her boards...

ON BRUCE CLARK, a young deputy ducks under the yellow tape,

approaches...

KERI:

stands in front of a squad car, craning her neck to get a

look at the proceedings...

KERI:

Bruce... what's going on? The

kids are here to pick out their

costumes for the festival.

DEPUTY CLARK:

Better take 'em to Virgil's

downtown. We got a dead body in

there.

Keri's heart skips a beat, she tries to digest the news...

KERI:

A dead body?

DEPUTY CLARK:

It's Amy Kramer.

KERI:

My god...

DEPUTY CLARK:

Pretty messy. Parents have

already been notified. Our office

has been trying to get a hold of

you...

Keri fears the worse, tries to hold herself together...

KERI:

Do you know who did this?

DEPUTY CLARK:

Well, Eddie Catero didn't show up

for work this morning... parents

say he never came home last night.

Car's still missing.

KERI:

(wishful)

Think Eddie had something to do

with it?

DEPUTY CLARK:

Doesn't look good.

Deputy Clark turns in the direction of the bus...

DEPUTY CLARK:

(continuing)

You best keep those students

locked behind those gates of

yours... got ourselves a

cold-blooded killer on the

loose.

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - ESTABLISHING

Night. Wind assaults the trees. Lights illuminate a dozen

dorm windows.

EXT. GATES - SAME TIME

A compact CAR pulls up behind the gates, high beams

illuminating the...

GUARD HOUSE:

There is an entrance on either side of the guard house...

inside sits Hattie.

She cups her hands over her eyes, protecting them from the

glare of the auto's headlights. She checks --

A MONITOR:

embedded in the console in front of her... black and white

image of the car idling outside the gates illuminates the

screen.

ON Hattie, unable to make out the identity of the driver.

She steps out of the guard house...

EXT. GATES

Through the gate, she sees a figure slumped behind the

wheel...

HATTIE:

(calling off)

Who's there?

No response.

HATTIE:

(continuing)

Please identify yourself, young

man.

Still nothing. Hattie doesn't know what to do.

She opens the gate with her gate key and walks through... she

approaches the car. The trees rustle nearby. She takes a

look, spooking herself. It is, after all, Halloween.

She crosses to the driver's side window... looks inside to

find the body of --

EDDIE CATERO:

the costume shop victim, slouched behind the wheel... face a

bloodied mess.

HATTIE:

My Lord...

Hattie stumbles backward... she's doesn't see THE SHAPE pass

through the open gates behind her.

She crosses back to the --

INT. GUARD HOUSE

Hattie quickly presses a BUTTON on the console in front of

her, automatically closing the wrought iron gates outside...

THE SHAPE:

stands at the entrance to the left of guard house. Hattie's

back to him.

She picks up the phone... no dial tone. She jiggles the

receiver... comes up short.

CLINK. A noise from outside.

Hattie spins around, faces the left entrance... no one in

sight.

HATTIE:

(softly)

Hello?

No answer. Hattie crosses to the left entrance, shuts the

door... throws the bolt.

THE SHAPE:

appears behind Hattie... now standing at the entrance to the

right of the guard house.

CLINK. Another noise, source unknown...

Hattie spins around, faces the right entrance... the Shape

has vanished.

Hattie crosses to the right entrance, shuts the door... locks

it. Now secured safely inside the guard house, Hattie

crosses to a CB Radio...

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