I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Page #4

JULIE:

Will you try...for me, please?

Dave moves one of the fish like it's been shot through the heart.

RAY:

Okay, I'll try. But, listen...

(martyrlike)

If I don't make it up, then you go

ahead and have a great time.

JULIE:

Ray...please try. I really miss you.

(beat)

Okay. Bye.

She hangs up and Karla sits next to her.

KARLA:

That boy has got fish on the brain.

(sensitive)

Hey, cheer up, Charlie.

(singing a rumba)

We're going to the Bahamas. Bahama

Mama, yeah...

10EXT. SOUTHPORT DOCKS - DAY

Ray is staring unhappily at the little pile of snapper. Dave is

staring at him in disbelief.

DAVE:

Man, what is your problem? We

haven't caught anything for days.

Pull the big ugly stick out of

your butt. She asked you to go to

the Bahamas! Man, you gotta go.

We'll both drive up. I got friends

I can see up there.

Ray realizes how right he is.

RAY:

Stupid. Stupid.

DAVE:

Stupid. What were you thinkng?

Ray looks at Dave a contemplative beat, then walks over to his truck.

He leans in the passenger side and pulls out the engagement ring box.

Dave walks over.

RAY:

You wanna see what I've been

thinking?

He holds up the box and slowly opens it. Dave is stunned.

DAVE:

Jeez, Ray, fourth and forty, throw

the bomb.

RAY:

I should go up there. I should call

her back, tell her I'm coming.

DAVE:

No way, man. Surprise her. She'll be

psyched.

Ray is excited by the plan and Dave's right there with him.

DISSOLVE TO:

11EXT. COUNTRY HIGHWAY - NIGHT

We stare out at a rain-soaked stretch of road.

A PICKUP ROARS past, cruising along with its RADIO loud and windows

rolled down.

12INT. RAY'S PICKUP - NIGHT

The music's even LOUDER in here. The mood is high...Two buddies going

to propose to a girl. Dave adjusts the radio to another AM station --

DAVE:

Man, I love AM radio. You got

right-wing conspiracy, tips for

pregnant womem, Single-A baseball

games, and real country music...

None of that new crap...

He adjusts the dial again, tuning in a country song, "MAMAS, DON'T LET

YOUR BABIES GROW UP TO BE COWBOYS," by Waylon Jennings and Willie

Nelson.

Dave starts singing along, extra LOUD and out of tune.

DAVE (cont'd)

(singing)

"...Mamas, don't let your babies grow

up to be cowboys, don't let 'em pick

guitars and drive them old trucks. Let

'em be doctors and lawyers and such."

Ray looks at his goofy friend singing and starts to get a little happy

himself...

Then, Ray sees something in the road ahead. He turns down the radio.

They both stare --

RAY'S POV:
A CAR TURNED SIDEWAYS

its HAZARDS blinking.

Ray slows and creeps past the car. The driver's door is open. It

appears EMPTY.

A BODY:

is sprawled out in the road away from the car. Ray pulls over to the

shoulder and stops.

DAVE:

(nervous)

I don't know, man. Maybe we should

keep going, find a phone --

RAY:

No.

DAVE:

The guy looks dead.

Ray has seen this before --

RAY:

Maybe not.

He throws open his door.

12AEXT. ROADWAY - NIGHT

Ray steps from his truck. Looks back at the empty car, then turns

toward the body.

RAY:

(nervous)

Hey! Buddy, what's up?

The body doesn't move.

BEHIND RAY:

and behind Dave, in the other car, a FIGURE IN A SLICKER sits up in

the back seat and gets out of the car.

Ray continues toward the body.

RAYS POV - BODY

FACE DOWN -- WEARING A BLACK RAIN SLICKER.

Ray moves closer to the all to familiar image.

BEHIND RAY:

SLICKER FIGURE moves toward the unsuspecting Dave.

12BINT. RAY'S PICKUP - NIGHT

Dave watches Ray in the road. He leans across the seat and rolls up

Ray's window.

Behind him, the SLICKER FIGURE gets closer, moving to the passenger

side of the truck.

12CEXT. MEDIAN - NIGHT

Ray nears the body. He kneels down.

RAY:

Hey, can you hear me?

Ray reaches toward the body...

12DINT. RAY'S PICKUP - NIGHT

Something FLASHES IN THE SIDE-VIEW MIRROR.

12EEXT. ROAD - NIGHT

Ray turns over the body. Something isn't right. Ray jumps back --

CLOSE - SLICKER MANNEQUIN

Its eerie smile mocking Ray who turns for the truck.

RAY:

DAVE!

12FEXT. TRUCK - NIGHT

Dave hears something. He turns to late. SPLLAATTT!!! THE FISHERMAN

jams his hook through Dave's jaw and skull and YANKS DAVE OUT OF THE

CAR WINDOW.

RAY:

...Dave?

There's no answer from dead Dave. Ray tries to see around the

headlights. He moves slowly toward the truck.

The BRIGHTS and FOGS come on, blinding Ray. The truck's engine REVS.

The truck rolls a few inches, adjusting a bead on Ray.

Then, tires spinning, the truck launches straight at Ray.

Ray runs at the truck. AT THE LAST MINUTE, he ducks behind the parked

car.

HIS TRUCK goes SCREAMING past.

Ray backs around the car --

AN EIGHTEEN-WHEELER

goes barreling by in the other direction. Ray dives out of the way.

IN THE ROAD:

Ray is exposed. He sees his truck closing fast. He's got nowhere to

go. Then, at the very last second,

RAY:

jumps off the edge of the road. His TRUCK SLAMS INTO THE BARRIER RIGHT

WHERE RAY WAS STANDING. SPARKS FLY! METAL BUCKLES!

Ray falls through the air. Lands hard on his leg. Tumbles down the

hill, finally stopping with a crash. He lies motionless at the bottom

of a ravine.

FADE OUT:

13EXT. JULIE'S APARTMENT - DAY

Karla exits the building. She watches Julie sitting on the curb.

A truck turns onto the street. Julie looks hopeful, but -- it's not

Ray.

Karla approaches her friend.

KARLA:

Girl, it's gettin' down to the wire.

Julie turns.

JULIE:

He's not coming. I thought he was

just...

KARLA:

Julie, you left four messages...

Four.

JULIE:

But, he said he'd try.

KARLA:

He said he'd try. Try is like maybe.

Try is nothing!

JULIE:

(appoligizing for him)

He does work hard.

KARLA:

Work hard, huh? He's breaking your

heart just because he can.

(hesitant)

And I don't want to have to say I

told you so...

JULIE:

Then, don't.

A Jeep Cherokee stops, and an ebullient Tyrell steps out wearing

shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.

TYRELL:

Hey, baby, we gonna get tropical or

we gonna get tropical?

The passenger door opens and Will Benson steps hesitantly around the

Jeep.

JULIE:

Oh!

KARLA:

(re:
Will)

Hey, sorry...

(quick, playing it off)

He's my friend, too. And that ticket

is not going to waste.

Will reads Julie's expression.

WILL:

Julie, is everything cool? Karla

said...

KARLA:

I said we start having fun. And that

means now.

Julie takes a last look up the street. She stands.

TYRELL:

Is there a problem here?

KARLA:

Where there's a Will, there's a

way. Come on.

JULIE:

(deciding)

You know what? This rocks. We're

going to the Bahamas!

Will is relieved.

KARLA:

(getting into the spirit)

We goin' Bahamas, I'm Ty's Bahama

Mama. We goin' Bahamas...

She bops over to Tyrell.

CUT TO:

14EXT. MIDAIR - DAY

A wide-body jet SCREAMS through the clouds.

15INT. PLANE - DAY

A nearly empty jet. Karla has her head on Tyrell's shoulder. Julie is

reading a book.

Will's knuckles are white from gripping the armrests in fear, and his

eyes are clenched shut. Julie looks on with concern.

JULIE:

Just take deep breaths and think of

something happy from childhood.

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