I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Page #6

KARLA:

Hello? Hello?

JULIE:

Where is everyone? I'll ask --

Julie turns to consult the maid.

ANGLE ON THE GLOBE

The big ball is spinning. But Olga is no longer in sight.

Tyrell heads toward a DOOR beside the counter with a sign which reads:

PRIVATE OFFICE.

TYRELL:

I'll scare somebody up.

He grabs the knob and pulls the door open to...

RROWWWR? A PIT BULL ON A CHAIN JUMPS UP INTO HIS FACE -- its toothy

maw snapping shut about a half inch from his nose.

TYRELL (cont'd)

Whoa!

Julie and Karla laugh. Karla goes to hit the bell once more -- ONLY TO

HAVE HER HAND GRABBED IN THE PROCESS.

Karla gasps. Pulls away. We see the hand belongs to the hotel manager

-- BROOKS, balding, 40s, talks slowly, and seems to have secrets he

won't share with guests.

BROOKS:

What can I do for you?

KARLA:

Checking in...Karla Wilson.

Will saunters away to look at the books in the lobby.

BROOKS:

(condescending)

Ah, yes. Roll out the red carpet.

Our contest winners are here at

last.

He scans a sheet as Tyrell stares at the pit bull.

TYRELL:

Nice dog.

BROOKS:

Not really. I've found peices of

guys like you in his stool.

Tyrell is put off by this aggressive comment.

TYRELL:

What's your problem, buddy?

BROOKS:

(innocent)

I don't have a problem in the world.

JULIE:

(covering)

It sure is a beautiful old hotel.

BROOKS:

(proud)

Built in 1948 for a member of the

Rockefeller clan. The tile work was

imported from Spain. A lot of history

in these walls...Judy Garland stayed

here...Hemmingway fished for marlin

right off that dock --

TYRELL:

Okay, we get it...It's old.

BROOKS:

It'll outlive you, I'm sure.

Creepy thing to say. Slides a registration form.

BROOKS (cont'd)

Wilson comma Karla...

(sees something on

the form)

Oh --

KARLA:

Oh, what?

Brooks covers --

BROOKS:

You're in 201 and 202.

KARLA:

(expecting this)

Is that bad?

BROOKS:

(lying)

Not at all. Those are our honeymoon

suites.

Tyrell wraps his arms around Karla. Julie looks uncomfortably towards

Will.

JULIE:

Your what?

BROOKS:

Honeymoon suites. I take it you kids

haven't exchanged vows, yet?

JULIE:

We haven't exchanged anything.

KARLA:

Julie, we're talkin' suites!

(excited)

That'll be just fine with us.

BROOKS:

And, while you're here, our marginally

trained, off-season staff of five will

attend to your every need.

KARLA:

Wait...Did you say off-season?

BROOKS:

July fourth weekend. Storm season

starts today. The clouds roll in like

clockwork.

JULIE:

Storm season?

BROOKS:

It's our version of winter.

(hands over the keys)

201 and 202. There's Scrabble and

Parcheesi in the lobby. Enjoy.

And Brooks turns away through the office door. They walk toward their

rooms. Will catches up with them.

CUT TO:

24INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - DAY

They walk down the hallway. Karla seems annoyed.

KARLA:

Ain't nothin' free in this world.

Everybody says it, and it's true.

(dissapointed)

I wanted you all to have a good trip.

TYRELL:

We will, baby...All this means is we

got the whole island to ourselves.

WILL:

And it's been blue skies all day. It

might be perfect all weekend.

JULIE:

It beets being on the mainland.

KARLA:

Oooh, the mainland --

TYRELL:

Somebody's gone tropical on us, baby.

Tropical!

The mood is improving. A SQUEEKING NOISE interupts.

A BRASS LUGGAGE CART has appeared behind them. And ESTES, 60s, the

weary Haitian porter, steps from behind it.

ESTES:

(a Carribean accent)

201 and 202...Who put you in...?

(hesitant)

Don't use these much --

JULIE:

(suspicious)

Why's that?

He sees their happy, expectant faces and changes the subject.

ESTES:

No real reason.

(then)

Pretty fancy rooms for kids your age.

KARLA:

We won a competition.

ESTES:

Oh, yeah? What you have to do?

TYRELL:

Guess the capital of Brazil --

KARLA:

Rio, baby!

ESTES:

Ahh, good for you, girl.

(waiting for a cue)

...And, where would you like me to

put the bags?

A beat as Julie and Karla exchange a look. Then, Karla tosses one of

the keys to Julie.

KARLA:

(to Estes)

Their stuff in there...

(grabbing Tyrell)

...and ours in here.

JULIE:

Karla! You promised.

KARLA:

(looking at Tyrell)

I also promised Tyrell.

TYRELL:

Promised me what, baby?

(joking around)

I made all my promises to William.

Tyrell makes fake goo-goo eyes at Will. Estes looks away.

TYRELL (cont'd)

Sweetie, you brought your nightie,

didn't you?

WILL:

Forward! A girl needs time to make up

his mind.

(to Julie, thoughtful)

Julie, look, if it's cool, I'll sleep

on the couch and they can have their

own room to practice for that real

honeymoon.

But Tyrell grabs Karla and drags her into the room. We here GIGGLES.

WILL:

I'll take those.

ESTES:

No, I've been doing this since before

you were a dream in your father's eye.

Estes grabs the bags and takes them into the room. Julie and Will are

left staring at each other.

WILL:

You sure it's okay with you?

JULIE:

(noting his sweetness)

Sure. It's fine. As long as you don't

snore.

WILL:

You can toss a shoe at me if it gets

out of hand.

She laughs and they go into the room.

CUT TO:

25INT. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM - NIGHT

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Ray is hooked up to a heart monitor. Although he's

asleep, we can tell he's bruised and generally beaten up.

WE RACK to a DOCTOR checking on him through the glass.

25AINT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

We see a COP next to the doctor.

COP:

He's beaten up pretty bad --

DOCTOR:

Yes, but he seemed certain his friend

was killed out on the highway by

somebody named Ben Willis.

(hisitant)

He said he has a hook on his hand. He

said he was driving a BMW.

As the cop stares at him deadpan, the doctor realizes how rediculous

this must sound.

25BINT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

CLOSE UP:
Ray's eyes pop open. He's listening.

26INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

The cop explains things to the doctor.

COP:

There's no body. And there was no

other vehical involved.

(beat)

He fell asleep at the wheel...and ran

his old truck into a guardrail. He got

thrown way the hell down into a ditch.

He's damn lucky.

They walk back down the ICU.

DOCTOR:

(nodding)

He suffered a severe head trauma --

COP:

Probably once he rests up, it'll all

come back to him.

The doctor and cop approach the nurse's station. The NURSE is reading

a magazine. She folds it away.

Suddenly, the monitoring equpment goes OFF with a series of LOUD

WARNINGS.

NURSE:

(already moving)

That's your number twelve --

The doctor, nurse, and country cop hurry back toward Ray's room.

NURSE (cont'd)

(yelling)

Get me some help down here. We got a

flatline, room twelve.

THEIR POV - THROUGHT THE DOOR

The wires and monitors are unhooked and Ray is GONE.

CUT TO:

27INT. HOTEL BAR - NIGHT

A resort bar on the beach. Ocean breezes and surf SOUNDS come through

the window.

It's tiki galore, complete with a bamboo bar and fishing gear hanging

from decorative nets from the ceiling. There's a KARAOKE STAGE in the

corner.

Will and Tyrell enter and head straight to the bar. A bored bar

tender, NANCY, looks just like Jennifer Esposito, doesn't look up from

her paperback.

NANCY:

You guys lost?

TYRELL:

(re:
the emptiness)

Tell me this ain't the bar scene.

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