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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.
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...
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
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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