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Leprechaun Back to Tha Hood Script Part 1 |
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Written by Steve Ayromlooi
In Tha Hood Productions
The more interesting variations from the finished movie are marked in red.
IN THA HOOD
by Steven Ayromlooi BLUE 9.20.02
1 FADE IN:
EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DUSK
A small lot in the HOOD. The skeletal frame of a half completed building is silhouetted in the moonlight. A basketball net is attached to a girder.
A trail of blood leads to FATHER JACOB, a powerfully built priest who holds the most righteous gospel in the hood. He is holding a shovel and limping through the lot. He hides behind a steel girder as he rubs his rosary beads while scanning the lot.
He pulls out a flask and takes a gulp. His eyes widen in horror, the flask falls to the ground. A RAINBOW forms in the sky and bears down onto the lot. It stops in the middle of the lot on a patch of dirt that has been freshly dug.
FATHER JACOB: No, NO!
He runs out and swings impotently at the rainbow. It dissipates as he hears footsteps.
He backs up as he hears more footsteps. Something leaps through the air and knocks him down. He hits the ground hard and looks up to see THE LEPRECHAUN, a two thousand year old creature of pure evil.
LEPRECHAUN: Where is it?
As Father Jacob tries to stand, the Leprechaun knocks him down again. The Leprechaun reaches down and picks up Jacob's flask and polishes it off.
LEPRECHAUN: (CONT'D) (tossing the now empty flask) You can't hide it from me, Jacob. The rainbow always ends at the treasure.
FATHER JACOB: Never again, foul creature. You're going back to Hell tonight, and the Lord will help me send you.
He pulls out a vial of HOLY WATER. The Leprechaun smiles.
LEPRECHAUN: Poor misguided Jacob. Even if you steal for God you still have to pay the Devil.
Jacob throws the holy water at the Leprechaun. It burns his skin as he shrieks in pain. Jacob holds up the vial. Inside it are several four leaf clovers.
The Leprechaun leaps at him, clawing at him. Blood spills on the ground. Jacob reaches for a crucifix and pulls on it, revealing a knife blade. He stabs the Leprechaun in the chest.
The Leprechaun backs away as green blood pours from his wound. Jacob chants as he douses the Leprechaun again.
FATHER JACOB: In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit I condemn you. The Lord is at my side. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not fear your evil.
DEMON HANDS shoot out from the ground and grab his legs. They start to pull him down into the ground. He flails helplessly.
FATHER JACOB: (CONT'D) I am sending you back to the earth, into the grave whence you came.
LEPRECHAUN: Please stop. Take the gold. Keep it all, just don't send me back...
FATHER JACOB: I banish you, spawn of Satan!
THe Leprechaun screams as he is dragged under. The earth fills up around him, leaving no trace.
Father Jacob, holding his bleeding side, stands for a moment and looks down at the ground. He looks back to the Youth Center.
FATHER JACOB: (CONT'D) I'm sorry.
He sways and falls over dead.
A sign reads "Youth Center Coming Soon!" The sign begins to fade and crack as time is sped up. Night dissolves into Day.
TITLE "ONE YEAR LATER"
2 EXT. STREET - DAY
A KID bounces a basketball and walks up to RORY JACKSON leaning on his motorcycle, a chromed out ghetto fabulous Blue Yamaha R1. The kid pulls out a ball of crumpled up bills.
Rory hands him a plastic bag filled with WEED. The kid smiles and he starts to dribble the ball again. Rory steals it in mid bounce and holds it up.
RORY: Uncrumple the fucking bills next time.
Rory chucks the ball down the street. It bounces by Yolanda's Salon.
3 INT. YOLANDA'S SALON - DAY
A bustling salon swamped with customers. You can hear the conversations from down the street. EMILY is working on DORIA - a heavy, loud woman. Her hair is very curly and very RED.
DORIA: Uh uh girl, this isn't what I wanted. I knew I should've had Yolanda cuttin'.
EMILY: Hold up. I can take care of this...
Doria holds up a picture of Julia Roberts.
DORIA: It ain't Julia. I look like Raggedy fucking Ann. YOLANDA...
YOLANDA, large and intimidating, walks up and grabs Emily.
EMILY: It's not my fault. She keeps changing her mind.
YOLANDA: Don't back talk, girl. We got customers waitin'. If you can't cut heads faster you gonna get your dumb ass replaced.
Emily walks over and grabs a hair dryer. She flicks it on.
4 EXT. BOULEVARD - CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
The sun beats down as souped up hot rods and lowriders cruise down the boulevard.
Emily stands with LISA DUNCAN, who is reading a college brochure.
EMILY: How about dentistry?
LISA: I don't wanna be stickin' my hands in people's nasty-ass mouths all day.
DUANE THE CRACKHEAD rolls up to them. He speaks in an unintelligible blend of Ebonics and God knows what.
DUANE THE CRACKHEAD: Hey hooblie dat mo time to gitsme dat.
Emily fishes out some spare change and hands it to him.
LISA: He's just gonna buy rock with it.
DUANE THE CRACKHEAD: Issa mo fine that shebbie doin that thing that she duz. Mo dat to the skizzat.
He ambles off talking to himself. JAMIE DAVIS walks up and pulls out a joint.
JAMIE: (lighting up the joint) Damn crackheads. Give the hood a bad name. (to Lisa) How about a kiss for your man?
LISA: You ain't my man. And if you go around calling me your girl again I'm gonna fuck you up, Jamie.
JAMIE: Emm, they hiring at your salon?
LISA: Fool, it's a woman's salon. What do you think you would do up in there?
JAMIE: Give massages, or I could help with them bikini waxes. Mohawk or triangle. I'm the fuckin' bomb with that shit.
5 EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
Emily stops at the Youth Center construction site. There are cranes and equipment but no workers. The old faded sign reads "Youth Center coming soon".
EMILY: They got everyone's hopes up for no reason.
JAMIE: Man, they broke as a motherfucker now.
LISA: Anyone ever figure out what happened to the money?
EMILY: No. It just vanished. I guess the project died with Father Jacob.
LISA: It's too bad. Every time something good is about to go down, somebody always gotta go and fuck it up.
Emily turns as Rory drives by on his motorcycle with CHANEL on the back seat. She is a hoody but beautiful and dangerous. He pulls over across the street.
LISA: (CONT'D) (notices Emily staring) What are you doing?
EMILY: What... nothing. Don't trip.
LISA: Rory Jackson - what else he gotta do to prove that he ain't worth a damn?
Chanel gets off the bike and takes off her helmet and shakes out her hair.
JAMIE: She's fine.
Lisa elbows him.
Chanel GUFFAWS like a horse and slaps Rory in the back.
CHANEL: (loud) Nigger, please.
They kiss passionately as pain sweeps across Emily's face. Chanel takes off and walks down the street. Rory takes in the sun oblivious to Emily watching him.
A convertible lowrider RUMBLES to the curb, almost hitting her. It LOWERS six inches on its hydraulics. GANGBANGERS get out including CEDRIC, the fiery enforcer to WATSON, a menace at six foot four - built like a defensive end. Jamie cowers before him.
JAMIE: Hey Watson.
WATSON: Don't "hey" me, nigga.
Watson tears Jamies' shirt pocket. His rolling paper and lighter fall to the ground. Watson goes through Jamie's pockets and pulls out his wallet.
EMILY: Lay off him.
CEDRIC: Shut the fuck up, bitch.
LISA: Who you calling a bitch, bitch?
CEDRIC: Not you, skank.
Watson opens Jamie's wallet - empty - and chucks it into a sewer.
JAMIE: That was a Christmas gift from my moms.
He turns to his gang and they lift Jamie upside down. Cedric pulls off his sneakers and socks and finds a wad of cash. He holds it out for Watson.
This has all caught Rory's attention and he revs his engine.
WATSON: (to Rory) You need something, punk?
Rory's hand hovers over a small bat hidden under his fender. Chanel hops on the back of his bike. He stares Watson down for a moment but takes off, leaving them.
WATSON: (CONT'D) I thought so. I want the rest by the end of the week. I ain't clowning with you no more.
Jamie gets up with a sneaker in hand. Watson grabs it, gets into the car. It RAISES up as the gangbangers take off.
6 EXT. YOLANDA'S SALON - DAY
Emily is counting up her tips. Yolanda is giving Doria a manicure.
DORIA: That girl is always trippin'. She always countin' her money and looking all worried.
YOLANDA: It's because she messed around with that no good Rory Jackson.
DORIA: That explains why she always countin' money. (yelling to Emily) Hey girl, what you gonna do with all that cash?
EMILY: I'm saving up for college - Kansas State.
DORIA: What you gonna do with your ashy ass in Kansas? There ain't no black people up in that motherfucker. They got nothing but two things in Kansas - corn and white people.
YOLANDA: She's going somewhere over the rainbow.
They both laugh.
YOLANDA: (CONT'D) Well you ain't in Kansas yet, Dorothy. Get back to work.
The door JINGLES as Chanel enters, bumping people out of her way.
CHANEL: (pushing past a woman) Excuse you, grandma. Can I get some service up in this motherfucker?
A COUNTER GIRL helps her. Emily eavesdrops.
COUNTER GIRL: Will you be having work done to your extensions?
CHANEL: Hold up. These ain't no nappy-ass weaves. This is all 100 percent Chanel. Feel it.
The girl does, reluctantly.
CUT TO:
Emily watches as Yolanda helps Chanel pick out a color.
YOLANDA: That is too light, girl. You wanna go with a dark honey blonde.
CHANEL: That Lil' Kim's color.
YOLANDA: I'll mix it up. If it don't look right we can always go lighter.
Chanel puts on headphones that BLAST Hip Hop. As Yolanda mixes the color, Emily walks up.
EMILY: Let me handle this. I know you hate being around the chemicals. Come on, Julia Roberts looked good, didn't she?
YOLANDA: She wants a dark honey blonde, not too light. (whispering) Don't fuck this up, it's her real hair. Not more than 15 minutes with this stuff, got it? Fifteen minutes.
Emily smiles as she mixes in a whole bottle of bleach. She takes off Chanel's headphones.
CHANEL: Who the fuck are you?
EMILY: I'm Yolanda's assistant. Lean back.
CHANEL: Do I know you?
EMILY: Nah. Probably just seen me in the shop.
Emily applies the dye to her hair.
Emily turns a timer to 40 minutes.
Emily pulls out red dye marked "Julia" on it.
Emily wraps her hair in tinfoil.
She rinses her off.
The chair turns around and Chanel's hair is pure white with red streaks going through it, and it is frizzy as hell. She looks like a clown smashed into the Bride of Frankenstein.
Chanel is speechless. She runs her hand through her hair and a huge clump falls out. Emily smiles.
7 EXT. YOLANDA'S SALON
Chanel's SHRIEK can be heard for miles.
A7 EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - DAY
Rory, sitting on his bike watching a game of hoops, looks up.
B7 EXT. STREETS - DAY
The Gangbangers look out their window as they drive.
C7 INT. JAMIE'S ROOM - DAY
Jamie's joint droops as him and his dog listen.
D7 INT. LISA'S HOME - LIVING ROOM
Lisa looks up from her books.
8 INT. YOLANDA'S SALON
Chanel jumps up and socks Emily. She falls to the floor. Emily tries to fight back but Chanel is too strong for her. Pandemonium in the salon. Yolanda steps in and grabs Chanel off of her.
CHANEL: Look at what she did. I'm gonna kill her.
YOLANDA: You ain't touching her. If you don't like your hair we can fix it, but you ain't laying a hand on one of Yolanda's girls.
Yolanda towers over her. Chanel backs off.
YOLANDA: (CONT'D) Now get your nappy head out of here before I really get mad.
CHANEL: I'm gonna get you, girl.
EMILY: Just ask Rory where to find me.
The whole salon erupts in applause as Chanel exits.
YOLANDA: You okay?
EMILY: Yeah, I'm good. Thanks.
YOLANDA: (leans in closer) I'm docking you two days pay. You ever pull that shit again and I'll break all ten of your fingers. Got it?
Emily nods.
9 EXT. CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY
Rory walks down the street drinking Gatorade. He slows down as he sees the GANGBANGERS. They are waiting for him by his bike, which Cedric is sitting on. Rory walks up.
WATSON: Where you off to, Jackson?
RORY: Nowhere.
Cedric hops off the bike.
CEDRIC: Check out this broke ass nigger, drinking Kool-aid.
RORY: It's Gatorade, you illiterate motherfucker. That's why you don't drop out of junior high, so you learn to read.
Cedric steps forward, Watson holds him back. Rory calmly sips his drink.
WATSON: You doing good for yourself, little brother. Only on the streets a few months, already a big spender.
RORY: Just trying to make ends meet.
Watson pulls out a 9mm GLOCK and places it on his car. Rory stops drinking in mid sip.
WATSON: Yeah, the problem is you makin' ends meet on our part of this motherfucker.
RORY: I don't wanna be fightin' with you Watson.
Rory steps back and holds up his hands.
WATSON: We understand each other?
Rory nods.
WATSON: (CONT'D) That's my nigga.
Rory steps to his bike. Cedric knocks the Gatorade out of his hand. And stares at him. Rory turns away and gets on his bike and starts it up.
CEDRIC: Run home, little bitch.
Rory takes off. The Gangbangers laugh.
CEDRIC: (CONT'D) We really scares that pussy motherfucker. He's all "I ain't fightin' you, Watson". Thinking he all hard. I swear one day I'm gonna knock out that punk ass bitch...
They laugh and fail to hear the ROARING bike approaching. Rory speeds by and clocks Cedric with a small BAT. Cedric hits the ground and spits out a tooth. Watson pulls out his gun and aims but Rory disappears into the distance.
10 INT. JAMIE'S HOUSE - DAY
Jamie sits in his room blasting music and rolling a joint. He is talking but we can't see whom he is talking with.
JAMIE: This is the good shit, dog. Rory don't play. Yeah, you can smell that, can't you? I wish I had your nose, dog. You probably get high from just being near it.
A DOG stares back at him.
He suddenly sees something in his stash. He sifts through it and finds several FOUR LEAF CLOVERS.
JAMIE: (CONT'D) Man. Rory got some fucked up agriculture going on in this motherfucker.
CUT TO:
Jamie is puffing on the joint and the dog whimpers.
JAMIE: (CONT'D) I know you want it. But you can't hang with this, dog. Cause this is my bud. If you want your own you gotta get a job, you gotta get paid, and then you buy your own shit. But what you gonna do then? You can't roll it, you ain't got no motherfucking thumbs, dog!
The door opens and JAMIE'S MOM enters.
JAMIE'S MOM: Are you talking to the dog again? Boy, that shit is making you stupider by the minute. (hands him a list) Get down to the market and pick up some things for your mother. And don't be spending my money on more herb.
JAMIE: Yes, mom.
She pats his head like a dog as he exits.
JAMIE'S MOM: That's my boy. Hurry back.
She watches the dog lick his balls.
JAMIE'S MOM: (CONT'D) I swear I don't know who's stupider.
11 EXT. TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY
Emily walks with Lisa. They stop in front of a tenement building. A lone neon sign hangs in a second story window, pulses in blue neon next to a neon hand.
EMILY: She is amazing.
LISA: I thought you were saving money up.
EMILY: You coming or what?
LISA: That building should've fallen down yesterday. No way I'm going in there.
EMILY: That's okay, I understand, you're scared.
11A INT. TENEMENT BUILDING - DAY
Lisa and Emily walk up a staircase and through the ruined dilapidated hallways.
LISA: I thought no one lived in here anymore.
EMILY: No one does. Besides her.
They come to the only intact door in the hallway. Emily knocks and the door opens.
12 INT. ESMERELDA'S PSYCHIC SOLUTIONS - DAY
They enter the small chamber. ESMERELDA is standing in the center of the room as if she was expecting them. She is an ancient, wrinkled woman.
ESMERELDA: Good to see you again, Erika.
Lisa laughs.
EMILY: It's Emily.
ESMERELDA: Close enough. What are you laughing at, Lisa?
LISA: How do you know my name?
ESMERELDA: Come sit. All will be revealed.
LISA: How did she know my name...?
EMILY: I told you she don't play.
They sit across from her. A crystal ball is on the table.
ESMERELDA: I see peril coming. Danger awaits you.
EMILY: Rory?
LISA: Is that why we came here?
ESMERELDA: Hush Linda.
LISA: It's Lisa.
ESMERELDA: You have had a great loss, like so many other times in your life. It began with the loss of your parents, and has led up to this. The nest egg that you have created is gone along with the bird that stole it. But this will all come to an end. There is wealth in your future. You will come into it very soon...
EMILY: Rory?
Esmerelda grabs her wrists.
ESMERELDA: Child, I speak of riches beyond your wildest dreams.
EMILY: That sounds good.
ESMERELDA: But it must be denied. For it will come at a terrible price.
LISA: What? Why is it gotta be denied?
EMILY: What price?
ESMERELDA: The corruption of all you hold dear. The very fabric of your essence will be torn apart. Heed my words, Erika and Linda...
LISA: It's EMILY and LISA.
ESMERELDA: ...for there will be grave consequences.
The crystal ball glows orange as Esmerelda rears back. The lights burst in the room. Smoke fills the parlor, casting an eerie light on Esmerelda.
ESMERELDA: (CONT'D) An evil so dark will come to reclaim it...
Esmerelda starts shaking and passes out. The lights come back on.
LISA: Does that always happen?
Emily shakes her head no.
13 EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
The abandoned construction site lot. The ground is dry as a gale blows through the area. A rumble is heard as the ground cracks. And a rotted evil root begins to grow out of the ground.
14 EXT. STREETS
RORY is riding his bike with Chanel on the back. Lights flash behind him and the sound of five-oh - WHOOP WHOOP.
Rory pulls over. Two cops, THOMPSON and WHITAKER, get out of their car.
THOMPSON: Shut that motor off.
Rory does and removes his chromed repro WWII German helmet. Thompson grabs the helmet.
THOMPSON: (CONT'D) Nice helmet. You some kind of Nazi?
RORY: Yeah. I'm the Nigga Nazi. Why you pullin' me over, fatman?
Thompson throws down the helmet and pulls out his billyclub. Whitaker tries to calm him down.
CHANEL: (O.S.) Oh no. Uh uh.
They turn to see that she has whipped out a mini DV cam and is recording them.
CHANEL: (CONT'D) You ain't pullin' no Rodney King on us, motherfucker. I know my rights.
Thompson argues with her as Whitaker pulls Rory aside. He goes through his pockets looking for his stash.
RORY: I didn't do shit and you know it.
WHITAKER: Don't play the angel. We know what you're up to. Giving Watson a little competition on the street, huh?
RORY: Watson? Never heard of him.
WHITAKER: My kid goes to your school. You know, I've seen you play. I watched all of your home games last year. The game against Westlake was one of the most amazing things I ever saw.
RORY: (anger brewing in his eyes) You see the last game?
Whitaker picks up Rory's helmet off the ground and hands it to him.
WHITAKER: Yeah... Damn shame. But you can do anything with your life. Choose something better for yourself. Better than this.
Rory is stunned as Whitaker grabs his partner, who is still shouting at Chanel, and they take off in their cruiser.
CHANEL: What that fool say?
RORY: Nothing.
Rory reaches into his helmet and pulls out his stash of weed.
15 EXT. STREETS - DAY
Lisa's car drives down the street. It chugs away, leaving a haze of smog and making the worst sounds possible.
16 INT. LISA'S CAR
Emily looks out the window to the mountains. The sound of the engine falls away as she closes her eyes and sticks her hand out the window.
BOOM! The car backfires, pulling her out of her reverie. Smoke rises as the car shuts off and coasts to a stop.
LISA: I think I finally killed it.
She pulls out a cellphone and dials.
17 EXT. STREETS
A tow truck has hitched her smoking car and lifts it up. The truck takes off, carrying the carcass that was Lisa's car.
EMILY: Looks like you taking the bus to school this fall.
Lisa does not laugh. She has tears welling up in her eyes.
EMILY: (CONT'D) Hey, it's just a car.
LISA: When is it gonna get better for us, Emm? Why our lives gotta be this way? I never did any harm to anyone.
EMILY: We just got the bitter end of things for now. But it'll all get better.
LISA: Promise?
EMILY: Yeah. Besides, you didn't wanna roll up to campus in that hooptie.
Lisa puts her head on Emily's shoulder.
18 EXT. STREETS - DAY
Jamie walks down the busy street. Cars are driving by booming their stereos. He sees Rory leaning against his bike. He runs over to him.
RORY: There ain't no clovers in my bud, you crackhead.
JAMIE: Man, I'm telling you it was filled with the motherfuckers. Satisfaction guaranteed. And I ain't a satisfied customer, yo.
RORY: Satisfied customer? Do I look like a K-Mart, nigger?
JAMIE: I know my rights.
RORY: Yeah... where are these clovers?
JAMIE: See, I knew you were gonna ask, so I brought those bitches with me. They're right here.
Jamie rustles around in his pockets. He comes up empty.
JAMIE: (CONT'D) I guess they at my crib.
RORY: Well next time bring it with your sorry ass. Cause I don't give no refunds without proof.
JAMIE: Don't get all up into my shit. I'll bring it, you'll see. Filled with clovers, ninja.
RORY: Ninja? Nigger, did you just call me a ninja?
JAMIE: Shit, man. You gotta get out more. No one says nigger no more.
RORY: Ninja.
JAMIE: Yeah. Like what up, ninja? Or - yo man, check out those ninjas over there, or ninja please.
RORY: You gotta stop smoking that shit. Dumbass nigger.
A BMW pulls up and out steps MARCOS, a white guy in a slick business suit and a gold Rolex. He approaches cautiously.
JAMIE: Who's the Mafia guy?
RORY: Shut the fuck up or leave, this is business.
MARCOS: Hey, homie.
He pulls out a wad of cash. Rory hands him a sandwich size bag of POT. He opens it and smells it.
JAMIE: Nice watch. That a real one?
MARCOS: Hell yeah it's real. I sold twenty-nine properties to afford this bitch.
JAMIE: (to Rory) They sell stuff in the mob?
Rory shoots him a look.
MARCOS: I'll be needing some more in about a week. My clients love this shit. I swear I sell more because of this chronic.
RORY: Just hit me up before.
MARCOS: Hit you up?
RORY: Just call me before. And I'll set it up.
Marcos holds up his hand for a high five.
MARCOS: Allright. My nigger.
Everything in the hood stops and goes silent. Rory and Jamie stare at him in shock. A car screeches to a halt.
JAMIE: Who you calling a nigger, nigger?
MARCOS: Uhh, I thought we're cool.
RORY: No one says nigger no more. It's ninja.
Rory holds out his fist and Marcos gives him a pounddog back.
MARCOS: My ninja?
He gets in his car and takes off. Jamie and Rory start laughing...
19 EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE - DAY
Emily sits in a beach chair next to Lisa, who is cooking at a BBQ grill. Two KIDS throw a football back and forth. This is as close to a park as you get in the hood.
A rotted black tree has grown overnight.
EMILY: Why couldn't we do this at the park, like normal people?
LISA: What park? You see any parks around here?
EMILY: How about the beach?
LISA: Why you wanna go to the beach when we got all this?
EMILY: I need to work on my tan.
Jamie walks up, wearing baggy shorts and a basketball jersey, carrying bags of groceries and a cooler.
JAMIE: That's it, all my ho's be cooking. Where's my dinner at?
Lisa stares at him. He snaps to and lays out a ton of food. He pulls out 40's of Old English.
LISA: You are so ghetto.
Emily laughs.
EMILY: How you afford all this?
JAMIE: (pointing) Well, I had a little help.
Emily looks and the smile disappears from her face.
Rory is walking up. The 2 kids toss a football in front of him.
EMILY: I am going to kill you.
Rory intercepts the football and launches it like a pro, out of the construction site and into the street. The kids shout in protest.
JAMIE: I didn't have no money for the food and I asked him to float me. He said "no". Then he asked me what for and I said we were having a barbecue, and that you were going to be here. And he bought all this extra shit. Look, he even bought wings in hot sauce. You know how much I like my wings.
Rory walks up.
RORY: (to Lisa) What up?
LISA: Not much.
He turns to Emily.
RORY: Hey.
She walks away without a word. Rory turns to Jamie.
RORY: (CONT'D) You told her I was coming, right?
JAMIE: Hell yeah, she's just shy. Have a 40.
He holds a 40 out. Rory gives him a slow burn.
20 EXT. BACK OF CONSTRUCTION SITE
Emily walks through the lot. She looks off at the sun beginning to descend in the sky. A rainbow forms and hits 10 feet away from her. The same spot as before.
She walks to the rainbow. Boards creak under her feet as she sways her arm through the colors. But it quickly dissipates as Rory walks up.
RORY: It's too bad it never got finished, huh?
EMILY: We ain't got nothing to say to each other, Rory.
She bolts off. Rory follows her.
21 EXT. CONSTRUCTION SITE
Lisa is grilling up the food. Jamie inches forward and tries to kiss her. She stops him with the HAND and shakes her finger "no-no". He turns away all dejected. A smile creeps up on her face.
22 EXT. BACK OF CONSTRUCTION SITE
Emily and Rory walk through the lot arguing.
RORY: Don't act all high and mighty. I never asked you for anything.
EMILY: Yeah, I was stupid looking out for you.
RORY: I didn't want you to give up shit for me.
EMILY: I gave up everything.
RORY: I tried to pay you back.
EMILY: Yeah, with blood money. You think I would take that? Then you really are lost, Rory.
They come to the end of the lot to a chain link fence. Emily walks back towards the BBQ.
RORY: I didn't choose this for myself. Basketball was what made me. I'd give anything to have that back. But that's over.
EMILY: It wasn't basketball or a scholarship that made you, Rory. You threw away everything that was decent about you. That's why you're a no good punk and that's why I hate you.
RORY: And that's why you gave up on me?
EMILY: Guess you're not as stupid as I thought.
She steps on the ground, where the RAINBOW landed before, and wood planks give way crumbling right under her feet. Rory grabs her by the wrist as she falls. But he has no grip. Emily looks down and it is so dark there is no visible floor.
RORY: Hold on.
EMILY: Don't let go.
RORY: I got you...
EMILY: I'm slipping...
She screams as she slips out of Rory's hands but only falls 10 feet and lands
in a dark sort of antechamber.
