I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Page #5

WILL:

What if I don't have anything happy

from childhood...Sorry, I can't relax

going five hundred miles an hour, or

four thousand, four hundred feet a

minute...

(calculating)

Which is over seven hundred feet a

second. Imagine hitting something at

seven hundred feet a second.

JULIE:

Deep breaths --

WILL:

(no deep breaths)

Fumes build up in the fuel tanks.

You can by surface-to-air missiles

over the internet. Planes use

O-rings...which freeze in tap water.

Planes fall from the sky for

practically no reason at all.

JULIE:

You've got a better chance of

getting hit by lightning.

WILL:

Right. Planes get hit by lightning.

They get hit by meteors. They hit

other planes.

Tyrell shakes his head.

TYRELL:

(exasperated)

Something is gonna hit your butt if

you don't quit complaining.

KARLA:

(sypathetic)

Honey, some folks just can't fly.

Will doesn't move, frozen with fear of flying, but more closely bonded

with the concerned Julie.

CUT TO:

16EXT. OCEAN VISTA - DAY

Establishing. A Board of Tourism kind of shot. Blue water. Green

islands. Golden sun. Puffy clouds.

A BOAT CHUGS by with the words "Tower Bay" painted on the side.

Tyrell THROWS UP over the side.

17EXT. FERRY - DAY

More of a small tub than a ferry. Julie, Karla, Will, and Tyrell are

the only passengers.

At the bow, Julie and Karla laugh and play "King of the World." Julie

in the prow, Karla behind her.

JULIE:

(deadpan)

I'm the King of the World.

KARLA:

(deadpan)

No, I'm the King of the World.

They switch places. They look at each other and crack up laughing.

Karla takes in the surroundings, the salt spray, the day --

KARLA:

Remind me to study real hard so

someday this is normal and all that

back there is somethin' I do for a

weekend once every ten years.

JULIE:

(sharing the moment)

I will, and you remind me of the same

thing.

They throws their arms around each other and stare into the horizon.

AT THE STERN:

Will talks to a very green Tyrell.

WILL:

You just gotta breathe.

Tyrell is trying to keep from puking --

TYRELL:

Can't talk right now.

WILL:

(slightly malicious)

See, it's not a macho thing. It's

about equilibrium in your inner ear.

You could've used a patch, but it's

too late now. Get used to it.

(then)

Some folks just can't sail.

PAULSEN, the BOAT CAPTAIN, overhears as he passes --

PAULSEN:

That's too bad, too, because it's the

only way on or off the island.

(slightly ominous)

Unless you have an accident. And then

they call the Coast Guard.

Julie and Karla have rejoined the men.

JULIE:

It's pretty remote here.

PAULSEN:

(smiles)

Yep. That's what the tourists pay for

-- sun, sea, and solitude.

TYRELL:

Are we there yet?

PAULSEN:

Few more minutes.

We move off the boat and REVEAL the island. The intrepid vacationers

excitedly take in the island.

CUT TO:

18EXT. TOWER BAY - DAY

Establishing. An isolated tropical paradise with jungle growing to the

beach.

19EXT. RESORT DOCK - DAY

The ferry pulls in to a canopied dock. A white-sand beach stretches in

every direction. Beautiful tourists stroll about without a care in the

world.

Tyrell stamps his feet on the dock.

TYRELL:

I feel like I'm still on that thing.

A dockhand, DERRICK, glides past him toward the ladies.

DERRICK:

That way for a complimentary Planter's

Punch to get you readjusted.

TYRELL:

(mile-wide smile)

I can get used to this.

Derrick reaches for Julie's hand, clearly checking her out in the

process.

DERRICK:

Welcome, Fair Princess, to Tower Bay.

(a wink)

I'm Derrick. At your service for the

duration of your stay.

Julie smiles politely. Will gently nudges her on. They walk away.

PAULSEN:

(to Derrick, mocking)

I'm at your service, Princess.

DERRICK:

(shrugs)

Season's over old man. So I gotta

work fast.

PAULSEN:

If Marine Radio's right about the

weather, you're already out of time.

He hangs a SIGN at the end of the gangplank. It reads: LAST DEPARTING

FERRY -- LINE FORMS HERE.

Our guys are already at the end of the dock.

CUT TO:

20EXT. TOWER BAY HOTEL - DAY

Establishing. An opulent, Carribean-style hacienda resort with all the

accoutrements.

The main building is two stories high with a tiled roof. A bell tower

rises from one side. And, of course, it is surounded on all sides by

suffocating fooliage.

Julie and Karla take in the beauty of the resort.

KARLA:

Check it out.

TOW BIKINI GIRLS

catch the eyes of Tyrell and Will.

TYRELL:

Yes, ma'am.

Karla THWACKS him on the back of the head, but they're all having fun.

The path widens. The trees part. It's even nicer up close. They walk

across a tiled plaza.

Behind them, THREE YOUNG GUYS carry their GIRLFRIENDS piggyback,

racing each other toward the departure dock.

Our two arriving couples move on toward the entrace, passing a FENCED

TENNIS COURT on the left. A GLASS-PANED ORCHID HOUSE straight ahead.

And, on the right,

A LUSH POOL with a built-in JACUZZI in the shallow end. An outdoor

THATCHED ROOF BAR stands nearby -- and just beyonk it, a small POOL

HOUSE.

A guy's unintelligible RASTA VOICE calls out --

RASTA VOICE:

Anybudorsomethin'?

They turn to see TITUS, white guy, dreads, full-Rasta demeanor. He's a

phony, but sincere about it.

Titus approaches Tyrell --

TITUS:

My brother, can I interest you in the

islands finest ganja?

WILL:

(teasing)

Hey, Tyrell, we found you brother.

TYRELL:

(wry)

Not possible.

TITUS:

(undetered)

Who be wantin' the kind, the uber-

sticky, the Bwana, The depth-charge,

the Up-All-Night-Laughing-With-Your-

Friends? Who wants it? 'Cause Titus got

it.

WILL:

No, thanks.

TITUS:

Come on, man. Everybody wants something.

Will and Tyrell walk on. Undetered, Titus goes up to Karla and Julie.

TITUS (cont'd)

How 'bout you, ladies? Lovely ladies.

Titus moves his hips.

TITUS (cont'd)

(lascivious)

Something I can do for you?

Karla looks him up and down, wrinkles her nose --

KARLA:

Take a bath, maybe.

TITUS:

That's cold, but if that's how you

want it.

The group moves on. Titus watches them go --

TITUS (cont'd)

(yelling after them)

Anybudorsomethin' you come and see me.

OMIT SCENE 21 & SCENE 22

CUT TO:

A23EXT. MAIN ENTRANCE - DAY

Around TWENTY TO THIRTY GUESTS ARE ON THEIR WAY OUT as Julie and the

others walk in. Julie smiles at an old PORTER helping the departing

guests with their bags. He doesn't smile back.

23INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

The hotel is tastefully appointed with island decor. AN ORNATE METAL

STAIRCASE leads UP to the ROOMS -- and DOWN (AS THE SIGN SAYS) TO A

FITNESS CENTER.

In one direction, the foyer meets the entrance to a tropical

RESTAURANT/BAR. And in the other, A LOOBY LOUNGE is visible --

surrounded by four walls of BOOKS and HOTEL MEMORABILIA.

In a dark corner of the room, a uniformed MAID named OLGA dusts off a

massive WOODEN GLOBE.

Julie smiles at the woman on their way through the lobby, but Olga

shyly looks away.

Arriving at the FRONT DESK, the four of them find it deserted. They

wait patiently, then impatiently.

ANGLE ON A DESK BELL

as Karla slaps it with her palm. The bell RINGS for a long time then

fades into SILENCE.

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