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Leprechaun 2 Script Part 1 |
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Dated December 10, 1993
Written by Turi Meyer and Al Septien
FADE IN:
1 EXT. IRISH HILLSIDE - NIGHT
All seems peaceful as the following, in OLD IRISH STYLE LETTERING, appears on the screen:
IRELAND... ONCE UPON A TIME
Suddenly, LIGHTNING illuminates the night sky.
WILLIAM O'DAY, a man in his forties, runs for his life, through gnarled trees. A metal SHACKLE is around his neck. His breath is heavy with fear. He glances behind him in terror, as the intense chase winds its way through the dark forest.
Suddenly, he grabs at the shackle around his neck. He falls to the ground, gasping and choking. A very long, black shadow of a menacing figure falls over him. Revealed is...
LEPRECHAUN: Scream as you may, scream as you might, if you try to escape, you'll be dead on this night.
WILLIAM: Curse you! I'd rather be dead than your slave.
With a wave of the Leprechaun's hand, the shackle loosens. The Leprechaun approaches William, who remains on the ground. He removes a small cloth and begins to dust William off.
LEPRECHAUN: William, foolish William.
WILLIAM: What trick is this now?
LEPRECHAUN: Don't you know what day it is?
WILLIAM: It's a day like any other since I tried to take your damned pot of gold.
LEPRECHAUN: It's the seventeenth of March, the Feast of St. Patrick...
WILLIAM: (remembering) ... and your birthday!
LEPRECHAUN: 'Tis a special birthday for a Leprechaun. (proudly) I'm one thousand years old! Tonight I can claim me bride.
2 EXT. FOREST -MOMENTS LATER
Using his shelaleigh, the Leprechaun prods William through the dark, shadow-filled forest.
WILLIAM: Who would marry a creature like you?
LEPRECHAUN: Wait till you gaze upon this lovely lass. Her lips, so soft, her face, so fair, her bosom, so ample. She is a fit match for me.
WILLIAM: And what evil trick will you use to woo her?
LEPRECHAUN: Tis simple... She sneezes once, she sneezes twice, she'll be me bride when she sneezes thrice.
WILLIAM: (confused) Sneezes three times?
LEPRECHAUN: If no one saves her soul by speaking "God bless you", the fair maiden is mine forever.
WILLIAM: And I am to be her slave as well?!
LEPRECHAUN: Oh, no. The moment the lass is married to me, then you, my slave, shall be set free. You would like to be free, wouldn't you, William?
WILLIAM: (angry, he's heard this before) You know nothing is more precious to me than freedom. But why should I believe you?
The Leprechaun stops walking, takes off his hat and extends his hand.
LEPRECHAUN: By the sacred vow of the wee people, when I am wed, you'll have your freedom.
William, tentatively takes his hand and shakes.
CUT TO:
2A EXT. A THICKET OF BRANCHES -NIGHT
The branches part, revealing the Leprechaun and William looking out.
LEPRECHAUN: Behold, me chosen bride.
ANGLE ON a sheet hanging on a clothesline, hung between two sticks. The silhouette of a shapely young woman is seen behind the sheet.
William admires the fair figure.
WILLIAM: May your wedding be blessed, and I'll thrash any soul that dare try and stop this union.
The girl pulls the sheet off of the clothesline. Revealed is a beautiful sixteen year old girl, William's DAUGHTER. William freezes. A look of despair comes over his face.
The Leprechaun purses his lips and blows in her direction.
CLOSE ON - a dandelion - the white, puffy seeds sail off the stem.
ANGLE ON - the daughter, she sneezes.
William lets out an audible gasp.
WILLIAM: Please, master... no.
LEPRECHAUN: What troubles YOU? Is she not beautiful enough for me?
WILLIAM: The girl, she's my daughter!
The Leprechaun laughs.
LEPRECHAUN: Really? Then we are to be related!
The Leprechaun blows again, and again the daughter sneezes. The girl takes out a linen handkerchief from her apron.
WILLIAM: Master, I swear I'll find you a score of lasses fairer than she!
LEPRECHAUN: Don't worry. I'll be gentle with her on our wedding night. Now just one more sneeze and you'll have your precious freedom.
The Leprechaun gives one short blow in the girl's direction. The girl sneezes. The Leprechaun clicks his heels.
WILLIAM: (under his breath) God bless you, my child.
The Leprechaun spins around, rage glowing in his eyes. William runs away from the Leprechaun (the girl does not see this interaction).
The Leprechaun holds out his hand and William magically freezes in his tracks. Another wave of the Leprechaun's hand jerks William magically into the air. He hangs there, suspended from the shackle. William struggles to release the "noose" from around his neck.
The Leprechaun stares up at his slave. William fights for his life. His legs jerk as they dangle from above. The color drains from his face.
LEPRECHAUN: You pathetic fool! You think you could outsmart me?! The Genius of Killarney? A curse be placed upon your seed, William O'Day! You may have saved your daughter, but on me next thousandth birthday, I will stalk your fairest offspring and claim her as me bride.
William tugs at the shackle, in a futile attempt to save himself.
LEPRECHAUN: (CONT'D) Happy St. Patrick's Day.
The Leprechaun's hand clenches into a fist. William screams in anguish. His neck snaps with a loud CRACK. William's dead body falls to the ground.
The Leprechaun disappears.
William's daughter, having heard the scream, comes running up a path toward William. Upon seeing her father, the daughter lets out a blood curdling scream. We PUSH IN to her screaming mouth as the FRAME GOES BLACK.
MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE
2B INT. LEPRECHAUN'S LAIR - NIGHT
FADE UP ON:
A large, old, leather-bound book, "FOLKLORE AND MYTHOLOGY," illuminated by candlelight and an eerie green glow.
The LEPRECHAUN'S HANDS open the book. Each page contains an old-looking drawing or etching (think Gutenburg Bible) depicting our Leprechaun villain playing some horrible prank, or torturing someone. The TEXT on each page is a TITLE IN THE SEQUENCE.
After the FINAL CREDIT, the Leprechaun slams the book shut.
SLIGHTLY WIDER
The Leprechaun sits at a desk and pushes the book aside. He is in a corner of a dark, dank place we will come to know as The Leprechaun's Lair.
He takes a few steps away from his desk toward a wall. Using his claw-like hands, he digs a small hole in the wall and finds what he is looking for: a piece of parchment rolled up in a scroll. He places the scroll flat on his desk and slowly unrolls it.
ON THE SCROLL
As it unrolls, we see a strange chart, starting with a small portrait of William's daughter. A line links this drawing to another drawing of the same woman, but now in different clothing. The Leprechaun continues to unroll the scroll, to reveal a long line of portraits of this woman in different period garb through the ages (Norman Conquests, Elizabethan costume, pilgrim outfit, Civil War, 20's flapper, etc., ending with a modern high school year book photo. The girl's photo is on a page marked "TheSuper Sophomores". The Leprechaun's finger strokes the face on the photo.
LEPRECHAUN: (O.S.) Soon, soon, my dear. It's almost time.
The photo DISSOLVES TO:
3 EXT. HOLLYWOOD BLVD - DAY
A beautiful sixteen year old girl, BRIDGET, the face in the photo (and the same actress who played William's daughter) walks down the street. She EXITS FRAME as she passes someone hanging a St. Patrick's Day flag outside a storefront.
She stops near a HEARSE parked on the street. On top of the hearse, a sign reads: DARKSIDE TOURS. Advertised underneath the sign are the words: ASK ABOUT OUR MONEY MAKING FRANCHISE CERTIFICATES. CODY, a sixteen year old, street smart ticket seller, stands nearby, hawking tickets to a TOURIST and his GIRLFRIEND. Cody seems at ease with himself.
CODY: Trust me, this tour is incredible. You won't believe your eyes. It will be the most frightening experience you've ever had in your life.
GIRLFRIEND: Is it really scary?
CODY: Let me put it this way: you're not pregnant, are you? Because our insurance won't cover us. We've had some problems. Heart conditions, emotionally unstable or suggestible, please stay away. This is not the tour for you.
TOURIST: (to his Girlfriend) Come on, this is a rip off.
CODY: Sure, walk away. I understand. If hearing the actual sound of Jayne Mansfield's head being severed from her body is too intense for you, then more power to you. Try Disneyland, I think that's more you're speed.
TOURIST: Just a second, are you saying...
CODY: I'm not saying anything. This tour's too much for most people. Now, if you'll excuse me... you folks! Are you interested in the uncut, uncensored truth about Hollywood's darkside?
A family of MIDWESTERN TOURISTS stops.
DAD: Didn't we see this on "A Current Event?"
CODY: No, sir, you did not. This is the stuff the TV networks just don't have the guts to show.
Cody keeps an eye on the first tourist and his girlfriend, who are in the midst of an argument.
GIRLFRIEND: I want to go! If you're too scared, I'll meet you at the hotel.
TOURIST: I'm not scared!
Cody immediately ushers the girlfriend into the hearse.
CODY: Step right in, madam, there's a window seat reserved just for you.
Cody then turns to her boyfriend.
CODY: (CONT'D) You can wait for her at this really sweet ice cream parlor down the block.
The tourist won't stand for the insult.
TOURIST: Gimme two tickets.
CODY: There's a brave man. You won't be sorry.
Cody takes the tourist's money and hands him a Ziplock bag with a Xeroxed map, a clove of garlic, a small wooden stake and a plastic crucifix.
Bridget approaches Cody as the tourist enters the hearse.
BRIDGET: An award-winning performance. Can you get away now?
CODY: Bridget, I'll just be a minute. Let me get these last three suckers and then I'm all yours.
BRIDGET: (good-naturedly) I understand. How can I compete with Jayne Mansfield's severed head?
CODY: (playing along) You can't.
Cody smiles at Bridget and turns back toward the midwestern family.
CODY: (CONT'D) You folks are in luck! We've just had three cancellations. Better grab these now, our next opening isn't until December.
DAD: I guess it's our lucky day!
The Dad pays Cody.
CODY: Take your seats and I'll summon your Guide to the Darkside, Mortimer, the all-knowing.
The family enters the hearse. Cody closes the door and locks it.
CODY: (CONT'D) All loaded in.
Cody puts his arm around Bridget.
CODY: (CONT'D) Now it's just you and me and a ton of hot steel going 200 miles an hour.
BRIDGET: Cody, we're going to the go-kart park, not the Indy 500.
CODY: A boy can dream, can't he?
BRIDGET: (happily) I can't believe we're actually going to spend an afternoon together.
Cody becomes apologetic.
CODY: Listen, this job's important. I've got to make enough money to pay for my sister's eye operation.
BRIDGET: Good plan. If only you had a sister.
CODY: You know me too well.
BRIDGET: Let's'go nab your uncle and split.
4 INT. DARKSIDE TOURS OFFICE/APARTMENT - LATER
Cody undoes a vast myriad of locks. He and Bridget enter his loft. In one corner is the "living space" -- a couple of fold-out cots, an eat-in kitchen, a coffee table. A large bookshelf separates this area from the "office/museum," a cluttered mess crammed with horror memorabilia. Mannequins dressed to look like monsters and victims stare out eerily. There are boxes of brochures for "Darkside Tours Franchises" as well as "Genuine Franchise Certificates" among old pizza boxes and Chinese food cartons.
BRIDGET: I'm glad to see you guys got that cleaning lady.
CODY: Morty!
Bridget looks under a pile of laundry stacked on the floor.
BRIDGET: He's not under the shirts.
Cody finds a flyer advertising "St. Patrick's Day special -- Happy Hour all day long at Brennen's Pub!" Cody shakes his head, realizing.
CODY: I know where he is.
5 EXT. BRENNEN'S PUB - FOLLOWING
A WORKMAN stands on a ladder hanging a banner that reads: "HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY." The ladder is open over the doorway to the bar. Cody ducks under the ladder to head inside. Bridget stops short.
CODY: What's the matter?
BRIDGET: Bad luck.
Cody grabs Bridget's wrist and pulls her in.
CODY: Come on.
6 INT. BRENNEN'S PUB - FOLLOWING
In the darkened pub, fresh decorations announce that it's St. Patrick's Day. MORTY, a slightly disheveled man in his forties, sits at the bar, pushing one of his DARKSIDE FRANCHISE BROCHURES to a plastered and oblivious patron, sitting face down at the bar. Morty, too, has had a few too many to drink. Cody approaches Morty, and Morty raises his hand, in a gesture that says, "wait a second."
MORTY: You look like the kind of man who can recognize a great opportunity when he sees one. By investing in a Darkside Tours Franchise, you can turn death into dollars! I can almost guarantee a forty-five percent annual return.
FRANK, the bartender, chimes in.
FRANK: How 'bout you guarantee you'll pay for that last round?
MORTY: Frank, I'm entertaining a client. (back to the "client") By being a partial franchisee, you can own five percent -- for a mere six hundred dollars. What do you say? Have we a deal?
Morty grabs the guy's head by his hair, and nods it "yes."
MORTY: (CONT'D) Your children will thank you. Frank, you're a witness to this transaction!
CODY: Morty, let's go, we've got a full hearse waiting.
MORTY: They can wait. Another round to welcome the newest member of the Darkside Family. Bridget, always a delight to see you. You know, you can never be too young to invest in the future.
BRIDGET: Morty, you've given me a dozen brochures. I'll let you know when my father reads them.
MORTY: She's a good kid, Cody. Frank,where's that drink?
Frank puts a shot glass in front of Morty. He tosses it back, then spits it out.
MORTY: (CONT'D) What the hell is this?
FRANK: "Red's Special Rye" -- cola and water. You've had enough.
MORTY: How dare you! I'm as dry as can be!
Morty attempts to stand, but collapses at the bar, joining his "client" in oblivion.
FRANK: (to Cody) The "usual?"
Cody nods. Frank slams a bucket of ice cubes onto the bar.
Cody takes it and helps his uncle stand up. From a large glass jar on the bar, Cody pulls out a stick of beef jerky and hands it to Bridget.
CODY: (to Bridget) Have one of these, on me. This'll just take a second.
7 INT. BATHROOM - DAY
Cody holds Morty's head under a sink of ice-filled water. Morty comes up for air.
MORTY: I'm sober. I'm sober. (beat) Wait.
Morty sticks his head into the ice water one last time. He comes up again.
MORTY: (CONT'D) Okay. Gimme a comb.
CODY: (angrily) I don't have one. You look fine.
Morty uses his fingers to comb his hair.
MORTY: It's a great day today, Cody. I just sold another five percent share of the franchise...
CODY: (very impatiently) Look, Morty, we've got a full hearse waiting for the tour. I've even suckered two rubes for the deluxe package. Let's go.
Cody hands Morty a wad of cash, which Morty fingers happily.
MORTY: Just two! You're slipping, kid.
CODY: I was in kind of a hurry. Bridget and I have a date to meet up with some kids from school at the go-kart park.
MORTY: Ah, l'amour. But one day you'll wake up, kid, and you'll realize there's only one thing that a woman wants... she'll grab your heart, tear it out of your chest, throw it on the floor...
CODY: Not now, Morty, please. They're waiting.
Morty, disoriented, looks around.
MORTY: Indeed they are. Where are my keys? The Darkside awaits us.
Cody hands Morty the car keys. Morty attempts to make a dramatic exit... but walks into one of the toilet stalls.
MORTY: (CONT' D) Where'd they put that door?
Morty takes another step, then slips on the floor.
CODY: Morty, you can't give the tour!
MORTY: Why not?
CODY: Because you're plastered!
MORTY: So, what difference does that make? What's the number one rule?
CODY: I know, I know, "Never turn away a paying customer."
MORTY: I may be a little "loose," but not so far gone that I'm going to turn away a packed hearse.
Morty tries to walk out and, obliviously, crashes into the partition in front of the bathroom door.
MORTY: (CONT'D) On the other hand, there's the second rule.
CODY: Which is...?
MORTY: Never kill a paying customer. (sadly) Maybe we should cancel. Here, better give 'em their money back.
Cody is stunned.
CODY: Wow. You are plastered! That's almost three hundred dollars!
There's a loud KNOCK on the men's room door.
BRIDGET: (O.S.) Cody, let's go! We're already half an hour late.
Cody takes a hard look at the wad of cash. He grabs his head, torn by a difficult decision. Cody makes up his mind. He angrily takes the money and the car keys from Morty's hands.
CODY: (resolved) Gimme the keys.
MORTY: What are you doing?
CODY: Rule number three: there's no such thing as a refund, remember? I'll give the stupid tour.
MORTY: (proudly) That's my boy.
Cody exits the bathroom.
8 INT. BRENNEN'S PUB - DAY
Bridget waits for Cody by the men's room door. Cody emerges.
BRIDGET: Ready to go?
CODY: Uh... yeah.
BRIDGET: What is it?
CODY: Well, we won't have to take the bus to the go-kart park.
BRIDGET: Is Morty going to give us a lift in the hearse?
CODY: Sort of.
Bridget smells trouble.
BRIDGET: What do you mean, "sort of?"
Cody has trouble spitting out these words. He turns to her, seriously. This is difficult.
CODY: I have to give the tour.
BRIDGET: (hurt) Cody, we were finally going to spend some time together outside of school!
CODY: I know, I'm sorry, but I really don't have a choice. It's a lot of money, you know?
BRIDGET: Yeah, I bet it is. You've done this too many times, Cody.
CODY: We can still have some fun. You can be my co-pilot to the darkside.
Bridget brushes past Cody and out the door. Cody follows.
9 EXT. STREET - LATE AFTERNOON
The Darkside Hearse winds through the Hollywood Hills.
CODY: (O.S.) Welcome, death seekers. I am Baron Franken-Cody-Stein, your substitute usher into the darkside. Our cruising altitude this afternoon will be six feet under...
Cody makes an attempt at a Vincent Price-like ghoulish laugh.
10 INT. HEARSE - CONTINUOUS
Cody sits at the wheel of the hearse. He looks to Bridget, sitting next to him, for approval. She looks out the window, ignoring him. Cody tries his best to coax a smile from her.
CODY: If there's anything we can do to make your tour more terrifying, please don't hesitate to scream.
Cody presses a button on the dashboard, and a SCRATCHY, SLIGHTLY OFF-SPEED RECORDING of a STOCK HORROR "SCREAM"is heard.
GIRLFRIEND: Is there going to be a bathroom stop?
Bridget turns to Cody.
BRIDGET: (sarcastically) They're really eating it up.
TOURIST: When are we going to see the death houses?!
11 EXT. STREET - FOLLOWING
The hearse pulls up in front of a dilapidated inner city house. A couple of washing machines are parked on the front lawn.
12 INT. HEARSE - FOLLOWING
Cody quickly turns to Bridget.
CODY: There are some index cards in the glove box. Give me number fifteen.
Bridget thumbs through the cards and hands him the first one on the stack -- number three. Cody reads a paragraph printed on the back.
CODY: (CONT'D) "From this cliff, high above the Pacific Ocean, lies the death site of..." Wait a second. (a whisper, to Bridget) You gave me the wrong card!
BRIDGET: (feigning surprise) Did I? Oh, here you go.
She hands him the correct card. Suddenly, the SOUND of a hard spray of water splashes across the window. Cody looks up. An angry HOUSEWIFE, holding a hose, yells at Cody.
13 EXT. FRONT LAWN - FOLLOWING
HOUSEWIFE: My husband's sick, but he ain't dead! Get that creepy-ass vehicle off my property.
Cody quickly pulls away.
14 INT. HEARSE -FOLLOWING
CODY: By the way, that was the final home of Bela Lugosi.
DAD: Then who the hell was that?
CODY: Uh... his stepdaughter, Stella Lugosi.
Cody again looks to Bridget, searching for a smile.
15 thru 18 OMIT
19 EXT. STREET - LATER
The sun hangs low over the Hollywood Hills as the hearse continues its journey.
20 OMIT
21 EXT. LAUREL CANYON - NIGHT
The hearse travels up Laurel Canyon as night falls over the city. It stops by a set of stone steps, leading nowhere.
22 INT. HEARSE - NIGHT
Cody re-examines an index card, making sure it is the correct one. Bridget looks at her watch.
BRIDGET: I should've taken the bus.
CODY: One more stop and then we're there.You'll love this, it's my favorite. (to the tourists) "These ruins, you see on the right, are all that remains of Harry Houdini's once vast mansion. Listen carefully, and you can hear his screams. During his life, he could escape from any bonds. Yet his spirit cannot escape from these haunted grounds."
The tourists, actually interested, look out the window.
Suddenly, the dirty face of a HOMELESS MAN pops outside the window, staring inside, startling the tourists. They all GASP. Cody quickly pulls away.
23 EXT. HOUDINI'S RUINS - NIGHT
The Homeless Man watches the hearse drive away as he stumbles back to the ruins. Sections of a stone wall remain on the grounds. The area is covered in fallen leaves and litter. The Homeless Man ducks down and passes through a thick set of bushes.
23A EXT. HOUDINI'S RUINS - TREE SITE - NIGHT
ANGLE ON: The other side of the bushes as the Homeless Man comes through them. We FOLLOW the Homeless Man to an old, twisted oak tree. He unrolls his sleeping bag next to the tree and ducks down, ready to call it a night. The CAMERA HOLDS on an old placard, nailed to the tree, which reads: TO OUR FRIEND HARRY HOUDINI, FROM THE PEOPLE OF KILLARNEY, IRELAND.
The Homeless Man takes a pull from a whiskey bottle and relaxes. The bottle, held loosely in his hand, spills a few drops into the soft earth. Suddenly the bottle is pulled from his hand by an unseen force and is magically "pulled" to the base of the tree. It topples over, its neck stuck in some overlapping roots. The bottle starts to drain out.
The Homeless Man becomes aware of this, and grabs hold of the bottle, trying to pull it from the roots. He cannot. Suddenly, the roots OPEN UP, sucking the bottle inside. The man falls back, having lost this "tug of war."
A loud CRACK is heard as the tree OPENS UP, splitting down the middle. Light and smoke spew from the gaping hole, left wide open. Out of the chaos steps... The Leprechaun, holding the bottle of whiskey. The Leprechaun takes a long pull, spits it out, and looks at the bottle.
LEPRECHAUN: Blended Canadian? The only whiskey is Irish whiskey!
The Homeless Man, freaked out, smiles back, feebly. A gold tooth gleams in the Homeless Man's mouth. The Leprechaun takes notice of this.
LEPRECHAUN: (CONT'D) Is that a piece of gold I see?
The Homeless Man immediately reaches for his gold tooth and begins to back away.
The Leprechaun looks to the earth.
Suddenly, tree roots EXPLODE through the ground, grabbing the Homeless Man's legs and arms. They tie around the petrified man. The Leprechaun calmly walks over and stares into the terrified man's eyes.
LEPRECHAUN: Sit back, my friend, you may feel some pain. 'Tis pity I've forgotten me novocaine.
The Leprechaun puts the heel of his shoe on the man's chin and reaches into the man's mouth with his claw-like fingers. The Leprechaun pulls hard. The man struggles in agony, screaming. Yank! The Leprechaun has a new piece of gold.
As the man cries in pain, the Leprechaun holds up the bottle of whiskey.
LEPRECHAUN: (CONT'D) Now rinse.
He pours the alcohol over the open wound. The man screams in pain. Suddenly, the tree roots disappear into the ground, releasing the Homeless Man, who gets to his feet and runs away.
The Leprechaun walks back to the tree and conjures his POT OF GOLD, an ancient looking brass crock, teeming with gold pieces of all sorts (coins, jewelry,'religious artifacts, a four knuckle ring, Krugerrands, a gold hai, etc.). The crock hovers, magically, in front of the Leprechaun. He drops the tooth into the pot.
24 GRAND PRIX - ESTABLISHING SHOT - NIGHT
Several go carts speed around a track. The hearse drives into the parking lot of GRAND PRIX, a go cart amusement park.
25 INT. HEARSE - SAME TIME
As the hearse comes to a stop, Bridget gets up and leaves.
TOURIST: What the hell are we doing here?
Cody gets up and follows Bridget.
CODY: Bathroom stop. Ten minutes.
GIRLFRIEND: Thank God.
The tourists follow Cody out of the hearse.
26 EXT. PARKING LOT - FOLLOWING
Cody races after Bridget in the parking lot. She heads into the office, and Cody follows.
CODY: Bridget, wait a second!
27 INT. MANAGER'S OFFICE - FOLLOWING
Bridget enters the office. Inside, IAN, a cool eighteen year old dude, is busy at a safe, reading the combination from the bottom of a racing trophy. He stops what he's doing as soon as he sees Bridget.
IAN: Bridget, I'm glad you made it!
BRIDGET: Hey, Ian, where is everybody?
Cody enters. Bridget looks back at him.
IAN: They're already down at the track. Did you change your hair style? It looks great!
BRIDGET: Thanks.
Cody and Ian give each other looks. They clearly don't like each other.
CODY: Bridget, can we just go outside and talk for a second?
IAN: Oh, Cody, I didn't know you were going to hang with us.
BRIDGET: He's not. He's got a hearse full of paying customers outside.
Ian goes back to the safe and opens it. He puts some zippered cash envelopes inside and then locks it tight.
IAN: Still running that classy tour, huh? Come on, Bridget, let's get to the track. I saved a special crash helmet just for you.
BRIDGET: Don't you need to work?
IAN: Not if you're here. I can get someone to cover for me.
Bridget glances back at Cody.
LOW ANGLE POV
As Ian talks, Bridget is being watched from behind a filing cabinet. Ian picks up the phone and punches a number.
IAN: Hey, Billy, I gotta take the night off.. Can you come down and watch the shop?
CODY: Listen, Bridget, I'm really sorry, but I promise I'll make it up to you.
The "watcher" approaches Bridget quickly. Bridget turns around and looks down in fear.
BRIDGET: Oh my God!
Cody and Ian look down at the "watcher."
WIDE ANGLE
The "watcher," ANDRETTI, a Rottweiler, bares his teeth, snarling.
IAN: Andretti, no!
Ian extends the back of his wrist for the dog to sniff. The dog calms down.
IAN: (CONT'D) (to the dog) These are friends. Now scram.
The dog exits through a "doggy door" .built into the front door.
IAN: (CONT'D) (to Bridget) That was Andretti, our guard dog. Come on, let's go start our engines.
Ian and Bridget walk out together. Cody follows.
28 EXT. GRAND PRIX COMPOUND - LATER
Cody stops Bridget.
CODY: What if I come by and pick you up later?
BRIDGET: It's okay, I'm sure I can get a ride home with one of the guys.
Bridget starts to walk away.
CODY: Look, next time, I promise things will be different.
BRIDGET: What makes you think there's going to be a next time?
Bridget turns on her heel, leaving Cody alone. Cody and Ian lock eyes. Ian obnoxiously waves "bye bye" and puts his arm around Bridget.
29 INT. HEARSE - LATER
Cody drives, distracted.
TOURIST: Where are we going now?
Cody has no interest in continuing the tour.
CODY: This is our moment of silence for the souls of the damned we've visited on the tour.
TOURIST: This tour sucks! I told you it'd be a rip-off.
DAD: Yeah, just take us back to Hollywood Boulevard!
CODY: Fine!
Cody angrily floors the gas.
29A EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT
The hearse speeds through a red light. A police car, lights flashing, pulls the hearse over.
29B INT. HEARSE - NIGHT
Cody sees the policeman approach the hearse.
CODY: To your left, folks, the ghost of Jack Webb.
