Twilight Page #3
JESSICA:
... they're a thing. I'm not even
sure that's legal.
11.
ANGELA:
Jess, they're not actually related.
JESSICA:
But they live together. And the
little dark haired girl, Alice,
she's really weird..
.
ON ALICE, 17, pixie-like, rail thin, light on her feet with short,
black hair going in every direction. She hovers over, JASPER, 18,
honey-blond hair, tall, lean, slightly tortured.
JESSICA:
... she's with Jasper, the blonde
who looks like he's in pain.
I:
mean, Dr. Cullen's like this foster
dad slash match maker.
ANGELA:
Maybe he'll adopt me.
Bella laughs, liking her... then sees the last Cullen to enter
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EDWARD, 17. Lanky, with untidy, bronze colored hair. He seems
inwardly turned, mysterious. More boyish than the others. But
the most striking of all. Bella can't take her eyes off him.
BELLA:
Who's he?
JESSICA:
That's Edward Cullen.
Suddenly, Edward looks over, as if he heard Jessica from
across the room. His eyes meet Bella's. But he seems..
.
confused. Bella quickly looks away.
JESSICA:
He's totally gorgeous, obviously.
But apparently, no one here is good
enough for him. Like I care.
(she obviously does)
Anyway, don't waste your time.
BELLA:
I wasn't planning on it.
But Bella can't help but peek at Edward again. He's staring
at her outright now, with a slightly frustrated expression
that unnerves Bella. She hides behind her hair.
16 INT. BIOLOGY CLASS - DAY 16
A room of black-topped lab tables. Two to a table. Bella
and Mike enter.
12.
Mike takes his seat and points her toward MR. MOLINA,
Birkenstocked, enthusiastic science teacher at the head of
the class. As Bella moves to the teacher with her class
slip, she notes
-
EDWARD -- his back to her, sitting at a front table. But as
she passes Edward's table..
.
SLOW MOTION -- the breeze she creates when she passes lifts
a
piece of paper next to Edward. We're still on his back as he
inhales --then abruptly stiffens. He grabs onto the edge of
the table, crumbling it slightly. No one notices.
Mr. Molina takes Bella's class slip.
MR. MOLINA
Welcome, Ms. Swan. Follow along as
best you can till you get caught
up.
Mr. Molina gestures to the only empty seat... next to Edward.
But as Bella approaches, she's taken aback when
-
ON EDWARD'S FACE -he slowly looks up at her, his eyes coal
black with repulsion, fury. If looks could literally kill..
.
Bella knocks someone's book bag off their chair. Replaces it,
mumbling an apology. Then slinks reluctantly into her seat.
Edward jerks away from her to the extreme edge of his chair.
MR. MOLINA
(to the class, animated)
Today we'll be observing the behavior
of planaria, a.k.a flatworms.
As Mr. Molina distributes two petri dishes per table
-
MR. MOLINA
We're going to cut them in half,
then watch them regenerate into two
separate worms..
.
Bella glances at Edward who averts his face, holding a hand over
his nose as if he smells something horrible.
Bella, shrinking, subtly sniffs the air, smells nothing.
Then she sniffs her hair. It's fine. She's perplexed. Mr.
Molina hands Edward two petri dishes.
MR. MOLINA
... Yes, folks, zombie worms! They
just won't die.
Edward takes a dish, then slides the second one across the
table to Bella as if she had Ebola. She takes her dish, and
makes a dark curtain of her hair between them.
13.
She can see EDWARD'S HANDS under the table. Clenched into
fists. Off Bella, utterly baffled, and deeply insecure..
.
17 INT. HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY - DAY 17
-- as the BELL RINGS, Edward bolts out the door. Other kids
and Bella exit a moment later. Bella looks down the hall;
he's gone.
18 INT. ADMINISTRATION OFFICE - DAY 18
Bella enters, but nearly turns and leaves when she sees
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EDWARD sweet-talking the enchanted female ADMINISTRATOR,
40's. He doesn't see Bella enter.
EDWARD:
There must be something open sixth
period. Physics? Biochem?
ADMINISTRATOR:
No, every class is full. I'm
afraid you'll have to stay in
biology. I'm so sorry.
Bella blanches. The Administrator sees her and gestures for
her to wait a minute.
But Edward suddenly straightens as if sensing Bella. He slowly
turns to glare at her with piercing, hate-filled eyes. She backs
to the wall, hugging herself, suddenly chilled... with fear.
EDWARD:
(to the Administrator)
I'll just... endure it.
He strides out the door. Off Bella..
.
Edward climbs into a shiny new silver Volvo with the Cullens,
while Bella, upset, hurries to her truck. The many eyes still
watching her add insult to injury. ... Finally, she reaches
-
20 INT. BELLA'S TRUCK (CONTINUOUS) 20
-- and closes the door. Her eyes well... but she fights it,
getting mad.
BELLA:
Jerk.
As she tries to start the car, choking the engine, we begin to
hear a MAN'S RAGGED, FRIGHTENED BREATH
-
SMASH TO:
14.
21 ECU ON A SECURITY GUARD - IN THE DARKNESS 21
Extremely tight on his terrified FACE, sweat dripping, breathing
in short gasps, trying desperately not to make a sound. INCLUDE
-
22 INT. GRISHAM MILL - LATE AFTERNOON 22
--He's crouched in a dark corner. But then he sees a SHADOW
move blindingly fast past him. He jerks around, then another
SHADOW flies past, too fast to follow. He BOLTS!
He runs up a flight of stairs, harsh lights from the exterior of
the mill striating him. He moves as fast as humanly possible
-
UNKNOWN POV - ON THE SECURITY GUARD FROM SEVERAL FLOORS BELOW
UNKNOWN POV charges after him at an INHUMAN SPEED through this
maze of pillars and walkways. We dodge skull-crushing beams,
LEAP from one floor up to the next, up ladders, scaffolding,
beams, up, and up, getting closer and closer to
-
THE SECURITY GUARD
-- who desperately runs for his life, looking over his shoulder
with terror. UNKNOWN POV is closing in on him, but then he
BOLTS out a door
-
23 EXT. GRISHAM MILL (CONTINUOUS) - LATE AFTERNOON 23
-- The guard BURSTS OUT onto a stair landing, but loses his
footing and TRIPS, breaking through the rail and pitching
over the side, into the air
-
-- and stops, hovering mid-air, a yard from the landing.
A:
HAND grips his shirt, then YANKS him out of the air and out
of frame with incredible strength. His guttural SCREAM is
choked short as BLOOD SPRAYS THE LANDING..
.
24 INT. FORKS COFFEE SHOP - LATE AFTERNOON 24
ON A TOP SIRLOIN STEAK as it is set in front of Charlie. He
shares a table with Bella. INCLUDE the waitress, CORA, 30's.
She beams at Bella as she sets a plate of cod in front of her.
Several LOGGERS at the counter offer Bella welcoming smiles. She
shrinks in her seat at the attention. Charlie's oblivious.
CORA:
Can't get over how grown up you
are. And so gorgeous.
Bella glances at Charlie, who keeps his eyes on his steak.
A:
bearded, hippy logger, WAYLON FORGE, 50, appears behind Cora,
leaning over her shoulder to Bella
-
15.
WAYLON:
‘Member me, honey? I was Santa one year.
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