Halloween H20 Page #17

MOLLY:

(continuing)

Let the party begin.

Molly takes a swig from the bottle. She shudders, her sour

expression says it all...

INT. CAFETERIA

Dark and abandoned. THE CAMERA PANS across a bevy of empty

tables and chairs to reveal...

LINDA AND SHANE:

liplocked, hands all over each other. Linda sits on the edge

of a table.

Shane, dressed as a condom, stands between her legs.

THE SHAPE:

watches from the kitchen, illuminated only by the light from

a nearby soda machine.

Shane pushes Linda down onto the table, starts to unbutton

her blouse...

LINDA:

Wait.

SHANE:

What is it?

LINDA:

I have to pee.

SHANE:

Can't you hold it?

LINDA:

Can't you?

Linda pushes Shane off her, heads for the restroom. She

passes the kitchen area... the SHAPE is nowhere in sight.

Linda enters the bathroom...

INT. BATHROOM

Linda crosses to a shall, tugs on the door... it's locked.

She knocks on the door.

LINDA:

Somebody in there?

No answer. She pulls at it again... still doesn't budge.

LINDA:

(continuing)

Hellooooo.

She kneels down on the ground, peers under the door. Nothing.

She stands back up... shrugs it off... moves to the next

stall and goes inside, closing the door behind her.

TIGHT ON DOOR:

As Linda takes care of "business."

LINDA (O.S.)

(singing)

IF YOU THINK I'M SEXY.

AND YOU WANT MY BODY.

COME ON, BABY. LET ME KNOW.

The toilet flushes. Linda emerges from the stall, crosses to

the mirror... checks her make-up.

ANGLE ON THE MIRROR

Linda admires her reflection... not noticing the stall door

which was previously locked is now opened.

She smiles at herself, licks her teeth, then exits to the

hallway.

INT. CAFETERIA

Linda emerges from the bathroom... she heads toward the

center of the room...

ANGLE ON THE CAFETERIA

Empty. No sign of Shane anywhere.

LINDA:

(calling off)

Shane?

CLANG! A NOISE FROM THE KITCHEN.

Linda moves into the kitchen area where...

THE SHAPE:

emerges from the shadows, attacks Linda... grabs her by the

throat, lifts her into the air...

Her head hits the pot rack hanging above her... pots and pans

drop to the tile floor below...

Linda flails her arms and legs, desperately trying to free

herself form the SHAPE'S grasp...

She kicks the refrigerator door behind her... it swings open

to reveal...

SHANE'S BODY STUFFED INSIDE.

Asphyxiated, his condom hat pulled down over his head... his

corpse topples out of her refrigerator, falls onto the

floor...

THE SHAPE:

flicks the switch on a nearby MEAT SLICER, it WHIRS to life.

The Shape forces Linda's head against the slicer... she

struggles furiously as her cheek approaches the spinning

blade...

BLOOD SPLATTERS:

everywhere as Linda is carved into quarter-inch slices...

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - NIGHT

VARIOUS SHOTS of the empty campus, all the students now

congregated inside the gymnasium.

The pulsating beat of faint dance MUSIC drifts across the

grounds.

INT. GYMNASIUM - SAME TIME

The festival is in full swing... jam packed with costumed

couples dancing across the floor. CHAPERONES line the walls.

KERI:

leans against the refreshment table, sans costume. Arms

folded... there in body, mind elsewhere.

WILL:

approaches her, dressed as Count Dracula. He offers Keri a

glass of punch...

WILL:

(as Dracula)

May I offer you some fresh blood?

I squeezed it myself.

Keri glances at him, not amused...

KERI:

Not a real fan of Halloween humor,

Will.

WILL:

(realizing)

Oh, right. Sorry.

KERI:

I'm gonna head back to the

office... finish up some things.

WILL:

Can't it wait till Monday? I

thought maybe we could dance...

(as Dracula)

I'm very light of my feet.

Keri manages a sincere smile, gives him a kiss...

KERI:

Thanks, but I'm not much in the

mood for dancing. Enjoy the

party... you did a great job.

Keri heads for the exit, Will watches her leave...

CUT TO:

INT. DORM - MOLLY'S ROOM

CLOSE ON A HALF EMPTY SHOT BOTTLE

on the bedside table, next to two other shot bottles...

untouched. CAMERA PANS to the bed where...

MOLLY:

lies, fully clothed... facing the ceiling. Eyes wide open,

thinking of the night that could have been...

ON Lurch, lying on the floor beside the bed... he sits up,

his eyes focused on...

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