Halloween H20 Page #8

AMY:

How do you like the color? It's

called "Bloodshed Red."

EDDIE:

Yeah, yeah... looks good...

Eddie grabs Amy by the waist, pulls her in... kisses her

passionately.

EDDIE:

(continuing)

Let's go in back and check out the

"inventory."

AMY:

Mmmmm, sounds good.

Eddie and Amy head to the --

INT. BACK ROOM

Eddie and Amy get hot and heavy amongst a room full of

cardboard boxes, Halloween costumes, and mask...

As Eddie prepares to do the one-hand bra release...

JINGLE-JINGLE.

The bells hung on the front door chime.

EDDIE:

Sh*t. Can't people read? Don't

move. I'll be right back.

Eddie exits, leaving behind a half-naked Amy.

INT. FREEMAN'S DRUGSTORE

Eddie moves toward the front of the store, heads down the

center aisle. He hears the SHUFFLING OF FEET in the aisle

next to him...

EDDIE:

(calling off)

Hey, we're closed!

Eddie rounds the corner, runs smack into --

THE SHAPE.

EDDIE:

(continuing)

Sh*t!

It's only the mannequin, which isn't where Eddie left it...

arm poised high in the air, knife missing.

Eddie turns around to see --

THE SHAPE:

standing right behind him, wielding the meat cleaver.

Eddie's seeing double...

EDDIE:

What the hell...

The Shape attacks, slices through his skull with the meat

cleaver...

INT. BACK ROOM - SAME TIME

As Amy sifts through a box of scary masks, she hears...

A SCUFFLE:

outside the door... she throws on her blouse, peeks outside.

AMY:

Eddie?

A RUSTLING SOUND.

AMY:

(continuing)

Damnit, Eddie! Stop fooling

around.

Still nothing... Amy cautiously moves into the store, looking

for her missing partner... she passes

THE MICHAEL MEYERS MANNEQUIN

AMY:

If you think you're gettin' any

after this, you're dead wrong.

She stumbles, looks down to reveal...

EDDIE:

sprawled on the floor, the meat cleaver buried in the middle

of his forehead... eyes wide open in terror!

Amy SCREAMS... can barely stand... she stumbles to the front

of the door... it's locked!

The Michael Meyers mannequin behind her comes to life, begins

to move toward her...

Amy beats frantically on the glass door, struggling to free

the lock... she turns to see...

THE SHAPE:

closing in behind her... she SCREAMS.

The SHAPE attacks, grabs Amy by the back of the neck...

pushes her face through the glass door, cuts it to bits...

He lifts Amy high into the air, she struggles to free

herself... the Shape impales her body on a large shard of

glass.

ON Amy's feet... dangling a foot off the ground... then...

Her body goes completely limp... lifeless.

ON Amy's hand... blood cascades down her fingers, matches the

shade of her nail polish...

The SHAPE looks at her breathless body quizzically...

CUT TO:

EXT. GRAND VIEW CEMETERY - NIGHT

A well manicured graveyard... lush green lawns, thriving oak

trees, and patches of blooming flowers...

FRED WILLIAMS, an elderly caretaker, leads Carter and Blake

through the darkened cemetery... a flashlight illuminating

their path.

CARTER:

You take all your dates here.

Blake?

BLAKE:

Only the real stiffs.

CARTER:

I can be real stiff.

BLAKE:

Charming.

FRED:

Hey! Watch my geraniums.

Carter looks down at his feet, finds himself standing in the

middle of a group of flowers... he quickly hops back onto the

grass...

FRED:

(continuing)

Beautiful, aren't they? Rotting

corpses make the best fertilizer,

ya' know. Especially those Irish

folk. They push up the daises

like a son-of-a-b*tch...

CARTER:

I'll remember that.

FRED:

Hell, I can tell you where every

Mick is buried by the ground cover

growing above 'em.

Fred shines his flashlight on a distant grave.

FRED:

(continuing)

Irish...

(shining the beam on

another grave)

...Irish...

They stop in front of a gravesite... TOMBSTONE missing...

patchy grass covers the grave.

FRED:

(continuing)

Never could get anything to grow

cover this one...

BLAKE:

And you're sure this is Laurie

Strode's grave?

FRED:

Sure as I'm standing here.

Fred shines the beam of the flashlight on an adjacent

headstone...

FRED:

(continuing)

Buried her daughter right next to

her not too long ago. You don't

suppose that Meyers fella took the

tombstone?

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