It's time for rain-out theater. Here's another excerpt from a screenplay I wrote in the '90's. It's a thriller titled All Hallows and takes place in a small town, where five inmates have escaped from an asylum. I think of it as Revenge of the Townies.
Part Three: An old car cruising residential streets. Rick Nelson, a college senior
dressed in full punk rock regalia, is singing at the wheel.
Rick:
"I got a date with her at midnight/ underneath the full moon./She dresses all in black/ And wears a red rose in her hair./ She kisses me so tender,/As I fall under her spell./ She makes me feel so good/ I think I'll follow her to bell./ I got a date with a vampire girl tonight."
He stops before a modest home. Inside, in a room upstairs, Ginny Jones, a pretty girl dressed as a vampire, is seated before a mirror, applying the final touches of her makeup. She jumps up at the sound of a car born. Her mother calls from
downstairs.
Mrs. Jones:
Ginny. Rick's here.
Ginny:
Thanks, Mom.
In the living room, Ginny's little brother and sister, in pajamas, are engrossed in a
Vincent Price horror movie. Ginny sneaks up behind the couch, growls, spreads the
cape, and shows her fangs.
Ginny:
I vant to suck your blood.
The children play along, scream and rise. She chases them through the kitchen, past their mother at the sink and their father, who is at the table, reading the local newspaper, whose headline reads: "Authorities Promise Quiet, Safe Halloween." The adults beam as Ginny chases the children back into the living room. The car horn sounds again.
Mr. Jones:
Hold your hormones!
Mrs. Jones:
Ralph!
He smirks, returns to the paper. Ginny calls from the front door.
Ginny:
Bye, Mom, bye Dad.
Mrs. Jones:
Bye, hon. Have a good time. I know you won't do anything foolish or destructive.
Ginny:
Oh, Mom.
Mr. Jones:
Tell Joe College I want you home before the witchin' hour.
Ginny :
That's all night tonight, Daddy.
Mr. Jones:
You know what I mean, lady.
Mrs. Jones gives her husband a scolding look.
Mr. Jones:
I don't like him, Alice.
Mrs. Jones:
Nonsense. I think he's the one who's gonna. take her from us.
Mr. Jones smirks.
Ginny hurries to the car. Rick is leaning against it in a surly pose. Ginny bursts into laughter. Rick is thrilled with her reaction.
Rick
I told you you'd be surprised.
Ginny:
Oh, my God! The President of the Senior Class a punk rocker - it's too much. Good
thing my dad didn't see you.
The house. Mr. Jones, peering through blinds, smirks.
Mr. Jones:
Alice, where're those anti-acid tablets?
The car, on the road now.
Rick:
Whattaya say we take a detour to lover's lane? The party can wait .
Ginny:
No way, Jose.
Rick:
C'mon. We've been goin' together for six months now.
Ginny:
And you want our first time to be in a parked car, dressed like this? Puleeze.
Rick:
Are you a virgin?
She makes a face, indicating neither yes nor no.
Rick:
You're twenty years old. What're you waitin' for?
She looks out the passenger window.
Ginny :
Can't we just have some good clean fun?
Rick:
The heart says yes, the hormones say no.
Ginny is unable to suppress a smile. Rick stares at her.
Rick:
I suppose I should be happy Osbourne Junior never had you.
Ginny:
He's not the jerk you think be is. He's a perfect gentleman.
Rick:
Then why'd you break up with him?
Ginny:
I met somebody I liked better.
Rick smiles broadly, mollified.
Rick:
By the way, you look mahvelous.
Ginny smiles, blushing.
Ginny:
Thank you.
Part Four: The police station. The Sheriff bursts in.
Sheriff:
Got that info, Angel?
Angel:
Right here.
Angel, in her late thirties, blessed with an earthy beauty, is seated at her post. A
volume of the works of Edgar Allen Poe lays open, face down, on her desk. She is
dressed in sweats, a T-shirt of Lon Chaney as "the Wolfman" over her sweatshirt.
There is a modest crucifix around her neck.
Sheriff:
D'you make copies?
Angel
Collated and stapled in the upper left hand corner.
Sheriff:
You're the best.
She sips at a cup of coffee. He scans the photographs. A frown comes to his face. The Titterer is not among them.
Sheriff :
Damn, still five out there. Then again, why should things be easy?
Angel rises and pours him a cup of coffee.
Sheriff :
Thanks. Gonna be a long night, and Andy's down.
Angel:
I made you a thermos.
They gaze at each other. There is a smoldering sexual tension between them. He
returns to the files.
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