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Hattie hands Keri the key.
KERI:
Thank you.
Hattie extends an open hand.
HATTIE:
Thank me with two bucks.
KERI:
Oh... right.
Keri digs through her pocket, produces a handful of change...
gives it to Hattie.
HATTIE:
(dripping sarcasm)
Just what I wanted... more change.
Hattie heads back toward the guard house, turns back to
Keri --
HATTIE:
(continuing)
And next time you lose a gate key,
young lady, you'll be climbing
your way out of here.
Keri holds the key to her chest.
KERI:
I'll be more careful next time.
Hattie dismisses Keri with a wave of her hand, continues
across campus to the guard house.
Keri smiles, places the key in her pocket and disappears
inside the school...
CUT TO:
EXT. JIMMY'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON
Pouring rain. In stark contrast to the sunny campus of
Hillcrest...
EMERGENCY VEHICLES litter the landscape, lights FLASHING.
OFFICERS wrap yellow crime scene tape around the perimeter,
keeping curious NEIGHBORS at bay...
RICHARD CARTER:
a middle-aged police detective, eyes bloodshot from too
little sleep and one too many hours in front of a computer
screen, emerges from a dark Sedan... a lit cigarette dangles
loosely from his lips.
Carter approaches a young OFFICER standing outside the front
door --
CARTER:
(flashes his badge)
Detective Richard Carter,
Haddonfield P.D. Detective Blake
called my office...
The Officer motions to the door --
OFFICER:
Go on in. She's been waiting for
you.
Carter heads towards the door, the Officer grabs his arm...
OFFICER:
(continuing)
You might need this...
The Officer offers him a small jar of petroleum jelly.
Carter waves it away.
OFFICER:
(continuing)
Some serious sh*t in there,
Detective.
Carter reconsiders, smears the Vaseline under each nostril...
heads for the house.
INT. JIMMY'S HOUSE
Carter crosses through the front door, watches as
A TEAM of latex-gloved FORENSIC SPECIALISTS
dust door and windows for fingerprints, swab at blood drops,
and collect carpet fibers for later analysis...
Carter crosses into the living room, winces at
PAMELA WHITTINGTON
sprawled across the floor in front of blood-soaked
curtains... the wrought-iron poker jammed up her nose, exits
through the top of her skull... a kitchen knife lies beside
her...
Carter takes another hit off the cigarette, blows smoke into
the room...
VOICE (O.S.)
Double homicide.
Carter turns to see
TONI BLAKE:
standing behind him... mid-twenties, attractive yet
approachable...
BLAKE:
Her name's Pamela Whittington,
next door neighbor to victim
number two... James Howell.
Carter motions in the direction of the den where
takes snapshots of the teenage corpse.
CARTER:
Let me guess... he's the guy with
the hockey skate for a nose ring.
BLAKE:
crosses to Carter, extends a dixie cup in his direction --
CARTER:
No thanks, I'm not thirsty.
BLAKE:
It's for your cigarette. I prefer
not to contaminate my crime scene
with micropollutants.
Carter takes a final puff off the cigarette, drops it into
the cup...
CARTER:
Why am I here?
BLAKE:
They said on the phone you were
assigned to the Meyers case.
CARTER:
With all due respect, detective,
you can't go blaming every brutal
murder in Illinois on Michael
Meyers.
BLAKE:
Pamela Whittington was a long time
associate of Dr. Loomis. Her home
office was ransacked. It was
chock full of Loomis' files on
Meyers. It'd say that makes
Meyers a suspect, wouldn't you?
CARTER:
Well, when you put it that way.
BLAKE:
Right. So why don't we get on
with this investigation?
CARTER:
I like a woman who takes control.
Blake ignores the comment, crosses to the front door...
Carter follows.
During the following dialogue, Blake walks Carter through the
crime scene reenacting the prior evening's brutal events...
BLAKE:
walked into the den where she
discovers James Howell's body...
Carter and Blake stand in front of the mutilated face of the
teenage boy...
BLAKE:
(continuing)
Shaken, she returns to the front
door to find the hutch blocking
her exit...
ON gouges across the wood planks, forming tracks from the
dining room to the front door...
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