Ride Along Page #5

Stella:

Hello, hello!

Kevin and Kacie say hi. Stella is carrying a CHRISTMAS BAG. She

sets it down and walks in the family room.

Stella (cont’d):

Where’s mom?

Kevin:

Grocery store. Or something like that.

Stella:

Watcha’ watching.

Kacie:

Dawn of the Dead.

Stella:

Such a great Christmas Eve movie. I

swear you guys have seen this thing a

thousand times.

Kevin:

It’s Christmas Eve tradition! And

Easter. And 4th of July, and Labor day

Kacie:

Don’t forget about Valentine’s Day.

Kevin:

Oh, good point. Always on Valentine’s

Day. It’s an underrated movie.

Kacie:

That it is. Hey Kevin if the three of

us were being chased by zombies would

you sacrifice yourself and do the noble

thing so we could live?

Kevin:

F*** no. I have way too many bad

childhood memories in my head from you

two. If we were being chased by zombies

I’d consider it and then think “Shut up

Kevin, remember that time Kacie threw a

hot wheel at your face when you ate all

the Lucky charms?

Kevin (cont’d):

That sh*t hurt, she deserves to be

eaten alive.”

Stella:

Alright, but what if it was anyone but

us, say an innocent girl being chased

by zombies. Would you do the heroic

thing and sacrifice yourself so that

she would live?

Kevin:

Depends on how hot she is.(A pause)Now

are we going to talk about who’d die

for who all night or are you going to

let that fine looking bag, of what I

presume is presents, just sit there,

collecting dust?

Stella shakes her head and grabs for the bag. She hands both

Kacie and Kevin a gift.

Stella:

It’s the best that clearance at Five

Below had. My wonderful college

education forbids me to shop anywhere

with name brand products.

Kevin opens his gift. It’s a navy blue T-shirt. He holds it up

and it says “If it weren’t for stupid people, I wouldn’t have a

job” with the Star of Life emblem beneath that.

Kevin:

Oh. My. God. I may never take this off.

Stella opens hers. It’s also a T-Shirt. She picks it up. The

front says “I am a great teacher because. . . “ and the back

says “I hate children.”

Kacie:

The sad part is this is probably true

for most cases.

27. INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM- DAY.

Kevin is sitting in a classroom. He is doodling in his notebook.

His English teacher Mrs. Royston drops a test on Kevin’s

notebook. Kevin looks at it. At the top is circle 23/75. Kevin

looks up to see Mrs. Royston staring at him.

Mrs. Royston:

Remember Kevin, you need this class to

graduate and you aren’t doing so hot

this quarter.

Kevin:

Yes Mrs. Royston. I apologize and I’ll

do better.

Mrs. Royston walks away.

28. INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY. DAY.

Kevin finds Chloe in the hallway and walks up to her.

Kevin:

Hey.

Chloe:

Hey. What’s up?

Kevin:

I think I’m failing English. What a

joke, high school English is the

easiest thing on this planet.

Chloe:

Than why are you failing it?

Kevin:

Because I’ve been so busy studying for

EMT class that I’m slacking off in

other classes.

Chloe:

Yeah, I understand. My report card will

probably be straight C’s. It’s getting

tough.

Kevin:

Yeah it is, and we haven’t even gotten

to the meat of the class yet. I still

don’t have any calls. F*** me, senior

year is supposed to be a cakewalk.

Chloe:

Remember at orientation-

Kevin:

Yeah I don’t want to hear another thing

about orientation and how we were

warned about this.

Chloe:

You did say that orientations are

supposed to weed out the weak minded

ones.

Kevin:

So I’m weak minded now?

Chloe:

That’s not what I’m saying, but I do

recall you telling me not to worry

about what Mr. Broman said. Your

ignorance there may be…

Kevin:

Weak minded?

Chloe:

Eh, maybe just a little. We’re in too

deep now though. Eye on the prize.

Kevin:

Yeah, yeah. So am I driving you to your

ride-along tomorrow?

Chloe:

Yes you are. A good ten hours tomorrow.

Hopefully we get at least get 2 calls

each.

Kevin:

Yeah. Hopefully.

29. EXT. KEVIN’S CAR- DAY.

You see Kevin sitting in his car with sweat on his forehead. He

is tapping the steering wheel with his finger. Switch to POV of

Kevin. He looks out his car windshield at the fire station.

Kevin:

And here we go.

He takes a deep breath, grabs his backpack and exits the car.

30. INT. FIRE HOUSE KITCHEN- DAY.

Kevin is led to the firehouse kitchen, once more, and sees

Thompson and Miller seated at the table watching The Price is

Right.

Miller:

She spun it too hard.

Thompson:

No, she did it perfectly.

You see the wheel stop a 100.

Miller:

You Irish sorcerer.

Miller slams a 10 on the table. She glances at Kevin.

Miller:

Hey! Look who it is. . .

Miller stares at Kevin, clear she forgot his name.

Kevin:

Kevin.

Miller:

That’s right, Kevin. Looks like we

haven’t drove you away yet. Don’t

worry, not many people can last more

than two, three ride-alongs tops with

us. Bad things always happen.

Thompson puts his hand next to his lips, making a shield between

Miller and himself. He loudly whispers:

Thompson:

She’s punched a ride-along before.

Right in the face. Broke her nose too.

Miller:

Hey, it is an unwritten rule that if

you take someone’s Scooby Doo fruit

snacks without asking than you reserve

the right to be punched in the face. I

don’t care if you’ve been here twelve

hours and forgot to bring a snack.

Miller smiles a creepy smile and looks at Kevin.

Miller (cont’d):

So how long are you hear until Kevin?

Kevin:

Uh, until 8 tonight. Has it been a

quiet day?

Miller and Thompson look at Kevin, as if he has just risen from

the dead.

Miller:

Oh no…

Thompson:

Why. Why would you do that?

Kevin:

Did I do something wrong?

Miller:

You never, ever ask if it has been a

quiet day. You look like a baseball

fan. If the pitcher is pitching a

perfect game you do not, under any

circumstance, mention that he is

pitching a perfect game. You’ll jinx it

if you even think it. Same thing here.

We’ve been having an unusually quiet

day, but now we’re going to be

bombarded with call after call. I hope

you’re ready.

Thompson:

Let me get a snack now.

Before Thompson could walk over to the pantry the alarm sounds.

You see Thompson’s head sink, and can here Miller groan

Automated Intercom:

Ambulance 96. Medical. 7945 East

Chester Court. Initial Entry.

Miller turns to Kevin.

Miller:

Why, Kevin, why…

She walks towards the garage. Thompson follows, glaring at Kevin

as he passes.

Thompson:

Chop, chop. We gotta bolt.

Kevin looks down to see his hand shaking. He takes a deep breath

and follows.

31. INT. AMBULANCE 96- Day.

Kevin is seated in the back compartment of the ambulance,

looking down on the stretcher. Thompson is driving, and Miller

is in the passenger seat, looking at a laptop bolted to the

dashboard. You can see a map on the screen with a flashing

target on it.

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