I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Page #9

INT. JULIE'S BEDROOM

She steps out of the bathroom, crossing toward the door.

JULIE:

Will?

No answer. She peers through the PEEPHOLE.

JULIE (cont'd)

Is that you?

She unlocks and opens it. Nobody there.

Julie quickly closes the door and relocks it, her heart rate just

begining to rise again as...

KLUNK-KLUNK. She hears it again. Then, the sound STOPS. But standing

at the door -- she realizes that's not where it came from. Her eyes

immediately go to...

THE CLOSET:

Damn. That's where it came from. She slowy pads across the room in her

slippers toward the door. Trembling...she reaches for the handle...AND

TUGS IT OPEN!

There's NOTHING. She stares a beat. DRIP DRIP DRIP.

She sees something on the floor of the closet. She touches a finger to

it.

IT'S BLOOD.

She looks up.

THE DOCKHAND:

comes dropping down at her, dangling, enmeshed in barbed wire. He's

dying before our eyes. Blood bubbling from his mouth. His body

twitching.

Julie stares at the body. She's almost catatonic. She blinks. She

blinks again.

Suddenly, in DEATH CONVULSIONS, his arms fly toward her --

She SCREAMS --

CUT TO:

33EXT. POOL - JACUZZI - NIGHT

Karla and Tyrell are drying off beside Will as their hysterical friend

comes racing across the pool plaza.

JULIE:

It's happening again! There's a body!

Will cathes her in his arms and she sobs uncontrollably.

WILL:

What? What are you talking about?

Where?

JULIE:

It's in my room!

They can see she's not fooling around.

BACK TO:

34INT. HOTEL - JULIE'S ROOM - NIGHT

Everyone is gathered in the center of Julie's room. Julie is held

tight by Will. Brooks, the hotel manager, conducts the investigation.

Brooks approaches the closet door. Julie holds her breath. He throws

it open. A long beat.

BROOKS:

I don't find this at all funny.

Julie steps in -- stares into the empty closet. She can't believe her

eyes.

She searches their faces, looking for someone to believe her.

JULIE:

There was a body! I swear it!

WILL:

(delicately)

Julie, you said you were tired. Waybe

you were dreaming.

JULIE:

(sharp)

I wasn't dreaming.

BROOKS:

I knew you people were goining to be

trouble. I knew from the first time I

laid eyes on you.

Julie grabs Brooks by his robe.

JULIE:

Listen to me. He's here.

BROOKS:

Who? Who is here?

She doesn't know where to start. Nancy pokes her head around the door.

NANCY:

What's going on?

TYRELL:

Julie thinks there's a dead guy in the

closet.

NANCY:

Cool.

TYRELL:

The rest of us see bathrobes.

JULIE:

(sharp)

I am not crazy, Tyrell. He was right

there.

TYRELL:

(not taking it seriously)

Fine. Show me the body.

Will wanders over to the closet and checks it out.

KARLA:

Think about this, Julie. What did you

actually see?

JULIE:

The dockhand guy. Hanging by his neck

from up there.

BROOKS:

(case closed)

In the morning we'll talk to Derrick, the

"dockhand guy," and put the whole thing

to rest.

(looks to Nancy)

Now, let's slow down on the Dark and

Stormies and get some sleep.

NANCY:

Don't look at me --

JULIE:

I want off this island.

BROOKS:

(tired)

Not possible, I'm afraid. The last ferry

left hours ago. And we got a storm

coming. There won't be another one for

days.

TYRELL:

There's a storm coming?

BROOKS:

'Tis the season, like I told you. It's a

big one.

Julie goes for the phone.

JULIE:

Then I'll call the mainland for a

charter.

BROOKS:

Phones went down a few minutes ago.

She picks up the phone, listens, then dangles it from her hand.

JULIE:

It's dead.

An exasperated Brooks heads for the door.

BROOKS:

Duh. The next couple of days is gonna

be rough, but we'll make it.

KARLA:

What about a radio?

BROOKS:

Sorry. Emergencies only.

KARLA:

What the hell would you call this?

BROOKS:

I'd call this four spoiled city kids who

wouldn't know a hurricane if it blew up

their butts.

(beat)

All we can do now is batten down and ride

it out. If things get really bad, there's

a storm shelter.

And Brooks is gone. Outside the window, it starts to rain. There's a

CLAP of thunder.

JULIE:

looks out the window with glazed-over eyes.

35EXT. HOTEL - NIGHT

And we PULL AWAY from Julie's face through the glass -- SLOWLY TILTING

above her room to another

TINY WINDOW:

in the bell tower. A candle burns, and lighning flashes illuminate the

haggard face of Estes, the porter.

CUT TO:

36INT. HOTEL TOWER ROOM - NIGHT

It's a claustrophobic room. Estes turns away from the window,

shirtless in his uniform pants. A beaded cord hangs around his neck,

small fishhook dangling from it.

Beside the candle, he picks up a leather bag and dumps out a handful

of voodoo icons:
roots, coins, sea glass, chicken's foot. He sets them

on a divination tray.

He opens vials and sprinkles powder and assorted liquids into a small

wooden bowl. He opens a drawer and extracts a toothbrush. He dips the

brush in the bowl -- covering its bristles with a sticky goo. He holds

the brush over the candle's flame. The old man watches it SIZZLE.

ESTES picks up

A STRAW FIGURE:

and impales it on his fishhook necklace.

His eyes roll back in his head. He enters a trance.

DISSOLVE TO:

37INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT

Olga, the maid, pushes her laundry cart toward the end of a long,

dimly lit hall. She sees a pile of dirty linens outside of a room --

ROOM 228.

She stops, perplexed. There's nobody staying in this room. She picks

them up and stuff them in her cart. Then she knocks on the door.

OLGA:

Housekeeping.

(beat)

Housekeeping.

She knocks again and notices her hand leaving bloody marks on the

door. She looks at her other hand. Her arms and hands are covered in

blood.

She turns back to the linens. Something bloody is wrapped inside of

them. She paws at the sheets, trying to unravel the mystery --

The door the Room 228 slowly cracks open. A STEEL HOOK reaches out and

slices into her apron. It tugs. She turns, and she starts to SCREAM,

she is yanked into the room.

A DO NOT DISTURB sign flips over the handle and the door SLAMS shut.

We hear her SCREAMS from inside.

CUT TO:

38EXT. PAWN SHOP - NIGHT

Establishing. Bars on the windows. Neon PAWN fickering. Hand-painted

sign reads:
Se Habla Ingles.

39INT. PAWN SHOP - NIGHT

CLOSE ON AN ENGAGEMENT RING

Ray's engagement ring. The pawn shop owner, MAC, cowboy hat, knows his

job, holds it up to the viewing loop next to his eye.

MAC:

Jeez, that's a full carat --

RAY:

How much?

MAC:

Well, there's some flaws in her...

RAY:

How much?

Mac looks around his shop at the usual jumble of crap: vacuum

cleaners, golf clubs, guitar amps...

MAC:

Don't really have the market for

something like this...

(like it hurts him)

I can go two...two-fifty.

RAY:

Make it three hundred. And throw

that in, too.

REVEAL - .38 REVOLVER

encased in a glass cabinet.

MAC:

Hell, that's worth three, easy. And

you got your waiting period.

RAY:

I'm not waiting...So give me the gun

and keep the ring.

Mac barely hasitates, he knows he's getting a steal --

MAC:

Fine, buddy.

THE GUN AND THE RING

go down on the counter next to each other. Mac pulls out some forms.

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