Halloween H20 Page #3

JOHN:

I'm sixteen, Keri. I should be

able to live wherever I want.

KERI:

And I should have a son who calls

me "Mom". Looks like we're both

sh*t out of luck.

JOHN:

Okay, you win. I'll call you Mom.

Now can I move into the dorms?

KERI:

No.

Keri hands John a stack of clean dishes. John doesn't

budge...

JOHN:

Well, Dad thinks it's okay.

KERI:

You're father thinks it's okay to

run off to Cancun with a blonde

bimbo in a halter top. Somehow

his opinion doesn't count.

JOHN:

I promise not to run off to Cancun.

KERI:

Forget it.

JOHN:

(pointing out the

kitchen window)

The dorms are only fifty feet

away. You could practically see

into my window. So, what

difference does it make?

KERI:

My point exactly. See, we both

agree.

Keri takes the dishes back from John, puts them away in an

overhead cupboard.

JOHN:

Alright, I was wrong. There is a

big difference between rooming

with your buddies and living with

your mother and school headmaster.

KERI:

I took the padlock off your door.

What more do you want?

JOHN:

My life is a living hell.

Keri raises an eyebrow...

KERI:

It's not, trust me.

John gives up, heads out of the room...

KERI:

(continuing)

Where are you going?

JOHN:

To the bathroom. Can I do that

alone or do you want to watch?

KERI:

I thought you'd never ask.

Keri puts her arms around John, escorts him out of the

kitchen...

JOHN:

You're twisted.

KERI:

I know.

CUT TO:

EXT. HILLCREST ACADEMY - DAY

Keri moves across campus toward the school, a leather

briefcase slung over one shoulder.

Passing STUDENTS ad-lib "Hellos," their admiration for Keri

made evident by their favorable rapport with her.

Keri passes in front of --

A ROW OF SCHOOL BUSES

parked alongside the school. An older bus on the far end

sits empty, hood up.

WALLY BECKETTE, a rather portly man in his early sixties, and

the school custodian, fiddles with the exposed engine.

KERI:

Wally, you've been under that hood

for months. Why don't we just

call a mechanic?

Wally stops what he is doing... comes out from beneath the

hood... wipes his hands on his pants.

WALLY:

Miss Tate, I serviced B-1 Bombers

in W-W-2. This here is child's

play.

KERI:

So you're saying I should call a

child to come give you a hand?

Wally chuckles softly, charmed by Keri like the rest of the

staff.

WALLY:

I'm saying she'll be purring like

a kitten before you know it.

KERI:

There's your problem, Walter. You

don't want it to purr, you want it

to start.

WALLY:

And she will, Miss Tate. She will.

Keri continues toward the school. Wally watches with

admiration as she heads into the building...

WALLY:

(continuing)

Mmmm-mmm. If they had teachers

like you when I was a boy, I'd be

a rocket scientist.

Wally goes back to tinkering with the engine...

ON HATTIE SMITH, mid-sixties, dressed in a guard uniform...

approaches Keri, looking very official... holds a key in her

hand.

KERI:

Good morning, Hattie.

HATTIE:

Went into town. Had that

duplicate key made.

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