I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Page #3

JULIE:

What?

WILL:

I said, this...Do you want a drink?

Will looks down at his feet. He and Julie stand there not quite

knowing what to do.

TYRELL:

Where I come from, you want to

snatch the goodies, you got to at

least talk to them first.

Tyrell and Karla go for it on the dance floor, leaving Will and Julie

alone. They look at each other. They look at everyone dancing.

WILL:

How about a drink?

Will is a few steps ahead as they move for the bar. Julie seems to be

relaxing, having a good time. Then, she looks up into the balcony and

sees, in a strobe light's FLASH --

SOMEONE IN A SLICKER

watching her intently. She squints for a better look, but he's gone.

WILL:

(yelling over the din)

You okay?

She's chalk white and crestfallen. Her whole affect is "Will I ever

have a normal time?" She drifts amay toward the stairs to the balcony.

WILL (cont'd)

Hey Julie?

Will catches Karla and Tyrell's eyes. They're worried.

7BINT. THE CLUB - STAIRCASE - NIGHT

Julie catches another glimps of THE SLICKER.

She pushes her way through the crowd up the stairs.

7CINT. THE CLUB - BALCONY - NIGHT

Julie looks all around -- finally spotting the MAN IN THE SLICKER from

behind, making his way to the other side.

He slices through a crowd of students, and Julie keeps following. He

turns down a service corridor.

Julie follows, frightened, but unable to resist.

She catches him at the end of the corridor. She reaches out and grabs

the stranger's arm.

JULIE:

Ben...

The stranger turns around. It's only a club kid in a tacky vinyl

raincoat and hat. She's shaken.

SLICKER GUY:

Hye, baby. You following me up

here?

(a come-on)

Well, all right.

Julie turns away and hurries down the hallway. Todd follows, but his

figure quickly fades.

CUT TO:

8INT. JULIE'S APARTMENT - DAY

With morning sun filtering through her blinds, Julie wakes up to the

strange sound of THUMPING. She gets out of bed and slowly exits the

room.

8AINT. JULIE'S HALLWAY TO KITCHEN - DAY

The noise gets louder as she heads down the hall.

ANGLE ON A CLOSET

The noise is at its loudest -- Julie reaches for a doorknob -- and

yanks open the door.

ANGLE ON A CLOTHES DRYER

rocking and banging inside the closet. Julie frowns.

Julie spins, once again startled by Karla, who crosses to the dryer,

flipping open the lid and then jumping back to catch the shoes as they

pop out on the fly.

JULIE:

(still sleepy)

That could break the machine.

KARLA:

Julie, people who end up making

rules like that end up beating

their kids with wire hangers. It's

a fact.

The phone RINGS. Karla looks at her watch.

KARLA (cont'd)

It's Tyrell.

JULIE:

(resigned)

The number's unlisted...

KARLA:

Would you relax? We've been dating

three months. He ain't stalking

your butt.

JULIE:

Okay, okay. You're right.

KARLA:

I know it, and it feels good.

(answering the phone)

Hi, Ty.

A DJ for a local radio station BOOMS from the phone.

MARK (V.O.)

This is Mark in the Morning for

Magic 96.7 Radio Station! Who am I

speaking with?

Julie watches her friend get excited.

KARLA:

Mark in the Morning! Magic 96.7! Oh

my God! I'm Karla. Karla Wilson.

(to Julie)

Jules, it's Mark in the Morning.

MARK (V.O.)

Well, Karla, what're you doin' at

home over the long fourth weekend?

KARLA:

Well, I'm in school and --

MARK (V.O.)

How'd you like to win a Magic 96.7

Quicky Getaway?

KARLA:

Yes!

Julie hits the SPEAKERPHONE BUTTON and Karla hangs up. The DJ's voice

echos through the appartment.

MARK (V.O.)

Good, then I hope you remember your

geography, Karla, because all you

have to do to win is tell me the

capital of Brazil.

Karla's smile abruptly fades.

KARLA:

(into phone)

Brazil? Um...

She looks to Julie, whose face is as blank as hers.

KARLA (cont'd)

You don't know?! You have to know.

You know everything...

MARK:

C'mon, Karla, one easy question,

one great getaway!

JULIE:

(shrugs)

...South America...Carnival...

MARK (V.O.)

Karla, we need an answer. No

looking it up.

KARLA:

Still here...thinking...

(stalling)

You mean Brazil, the country?

MARK (V.O.)

Okay, Karla, five seconds.

(counting down)

Five...Four...

Julie has an idea. She scramles for the kitchen. Grabs a BAG OF FRESH-

GROUND COFFEE from the FREEZER.

MARK (cont'd, V.O.)

Three...Two...

Julie tosses the bag across the room to Karla. Karla reads the label:

RIO BLEND -- 100% BRAZILIAN COFFEE.

KARLA:

(blurting)

Rio de Janeiro!

MARK (V.O.)

Oh, no...Did you say Rio?

KARLA:

(wincing)

No. Yes?

BELLS and WHISTLES and triumphant MUSIC.

MARK (V.O.)

You just won Magic 96.7's Quickie

Getaway...a trip for four to Tower

Bay Island in the fabulous Bahamas.

Karla and Julie jump up and down ecstatically.

KARLA:

Waaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

MARK (V.O.)

We'll call you back with all the

details...So what's your favorite

radio station?

KARLA AND JULIE:

Magic 96.7!

Julie hangs up and joins Karla dancing on the couch.

KARLA:

I won. I won...I won, I won, I won.

(teasing)

Now, let's see...There's Tyrell,

that's one. And, there's my parents

...And I got some cousins.

(beat)

Okay, Julie, you can come, but Mark

said four tickets. That means you

gotta get yourself a date.

Julie thinks, she seems torn.

CUT TO:

9EXT. SOUTHPORT DOCKS - DAY

A SMALL MOUND OF RED SNAPPER is DUMPED -- wiggling and suffocating its

way across the deck of a fishing boat.

WE PULL AWAY TO REVEAL it's RAY who's just done the dumping. A

coworker, DAVE, friendly, playful, and down-to-earth, calls out from

the dock --

DAVE:

Hey, Ray...phone!

Ray takes the phone.

WE INTERCUT.

JULIE:

Hi.

Ray is happy to hear her voice, but cautious.

RAY:

(beat)

Hey. I'm really glad you called...

I'm sorry.

JULIE:

(compassoinate)

No, you don't have to be sorry. I'm

the one --

RAY:

No, I shouldn't have left so fast...

I was just...

JULIE:

It's okay.

Dave holds up two wriggling snappers. He dances them toward each other

in a puppetlike mating ritual, making KISSING SOUNDS and narrating --

DAVE:

(as the fish)

Julie, I love you. I know I'm only a

humble fish, but if you really look

at it, you're a fish, too.

(girl voice)

Oh, Ray, you're right...Do me like a

snapper.

(mashing the fish together)

Hey, something smells like fish...

Ray waves him away, concentrating on his call.

JULIE:

Ray, Karla won a trip to the Bahamas!

An island called Tower Bay. And she

wants us to come with her.

RAY:

What? The Bahamas? You're kidding.

Dave's interest is piqued.

JULIE:

We'd have a long weekend just to sit

in the sun, drink fruity drinks, and

swim, and...

(sexy)

You know...

RAY:

This weekend?

Dave is watching Ray closely. Ray's expression hardens.

RAY:

(hurt)

You'll go away with you're college

friends, but you won't go away with

me?

DAVE:

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Karla is watching Julie.

JULIE:

It's not you, it's Southport. And

it's the Bahamas! And it's free!

Karla is watching Julie.

KARLA:

You gotta sell his butt on the

Bahamas?

JULIE:

Ray, come on. I want us to be

together.

Ray thinks. Dave looks at him like he's crazy.

RAY:

(can't give in)

Julie, we're working a big run up

here. It's been crazy. We probably

have to go out again tonight. I

don't think I can do it.

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