Halloween H20 Page #5

BLAKE:

(continuing)

She runs to the kitchen, where she

is ambushed at the back door by

the killer.

Carter and Blake stand in front of the door, which is still

open. Carter kneels down, looks at the kitchen floor...

CARTER:

One set of muddy shoe prints.

BLAKE:

That don't match either of the

victim's.

Carter stands up, moves to a butcher block on the counter...

he's starting to enjoy this dance --

CARTER:

She grabs a knife from the butcher

block.

ON the butcher block, an empty slot where the knife once

resided...

BLAKE:

Heads to the living room...

They cross back into the living room...

Carter moves to the

WINDOW:

covered in fingerprint powder, exposing a plethora of prints.

CARTER:

Where, judging by the looks of the

finger and palm prints, she

struggles to open the window

before banging on it like hell.

BLAKE:

Unable to escape, she turns and

attacks the killer, but doesn't

connect.

CARTER:

No blood on the knife.

ON the knife, clean as a whistle...

CARTER:

(continuing)

The killer knocks the knife out of

her hand with the wrought-iron

poker.

BLAKE:

Broken blood vessels on her right

forearm.

ON Pamela's arm, a bruise forming under the skin...

CARTER:

As which point she drops to her

knees in pain...

BLAKE:

Explaining the low height of the

blood splatter on the curtains...

ON the curtains, blood stained four feet and below...

CARTER:

Impressive, Blake. Where'd you

learn how to do that?

BLAKE:

Girl scouts.

Carter chuckles... she has a sense of humor, too...

CUT TO:

INT. SCHOOL - HALLWAY - AFTERNOON

A BELL RINGS.

The hallway is flooded with STUDENTS, books in tow...

ON MOLLY CARTWRIGHT

a young seventeen, friendly eyes and a face to match.

Walking beside her is...

LINDA KANG, same age, unconcerned, full of spunk... multiple

body piercings, doesn't quite fit in here or anywhere...

LINDA:

You aced it, didn't you?

MOLLY:

I did alright.

Linda grabs Molly's test, peeking out from her biology book...

LINDA:

F***in' A.

MOLLY:

He gave me a f***in' A? Wow.

Linda punches Molly playfully in the arm. They stop at

neighboring lockers, retrieve books from inside...

AMY KRAMER approaches, book pressed against an ample chest,

smacking on a wad of gum...

Eye-catching good looks, a real stunner... a bit short on the

gray matter though --

AMY:

These lockers are totally girl

unfriendly.

MOLLY:

Break another nail?

AMY:

Pointer finger. And the dance is

in two days...

LINDA:

Life's a b*tch.

The girls head down the hall...

AMY:

Eddie's working late at Freeman's

tonight... all alone.

MOLLY:

I thought Eddie left for N.Y.U.?

AMY:

Guess he couldn't tear himself

away from me.

LINDA:

Guess he couldn't pass admissions.

AMY:

Shut up, pinhead.

John approaches them from behind, drapes his arms around

Molly...

JOHN:

There you are.

(to Amy)

You tell 'em about tonight?

AMY:

I just got here.

John removes a key from his jacket pocket, drops it in

Molly's hand...

MOLLY:

What's this?

LINDA:

You say, "The key to my heart,"

and I'm gonna hurl.

JOHN:

Shelve the barf bag. It's the key

to the main gate.

MOLLY:

Where'd you get it?

JOHN:

Swiped it from my mom's desk

yesterday.

MOLLY:

You stole it?

JOHN:

I borrowed it.

AMY:

Party at Freeman's tonight.

LINDA:

I am in need of some serious

partying.

MOLLY:

Not me.

JOHN:

Why not?

MOLLY:

I can't afford to get caught.

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