AN: I have succumbed to the death trap that is Red Eye fanfiction! Having recently seen the movie I became hooked on the obscenity that is sequels, and determined to write one myself. God help us all. And yes, this will be JxL. I have no idea how my severely twisted mind came up with this idea. I don't really like JxL, but if it's well written I do, so I really, really hope this is well written, or I'll be totally self-loathing. Oh, and it's written in script format, because that's how I roll.
Please enjoy and don't lynch me.
INT. DAD'S KITCHEN – NIGHT
The kitchen is lit by candles on a birthday cake, and Lisa is standing around the counter with her father, Cynthia, Paul, and Charlotte. They are singing happy birthday to Lisa.
ALL EXCEPT LISA:
(singing slightly off-key) ...happy birthday Dear Lisa, Happy Birthday to you!
Lisa laughs, then blows out the candles. Dad flicks a switch on the wall, and the lights come back on.
CHARLOTTE
(happy) Happy birthday, Leese!
LISA
(glad) Thanks, Charlotte. Thanks everybody!
Dad puts an arm around Lisa's shoulders and kisses her cheek.
DAD
(sappy) Least I could do for my little girl.
LISA
(embarrassed) Dad! I'm thirty now!
Everyone laughs. Dad grabs a knife.
DAD
(gleeful) Who wants cake!
PAUL
(hungry) Who DOESN'T want cake?
LISA
(laughs) Pig.
PAUL
(playful) Giraffe.
Lisa touches her neck self consciously.
LISA
(annoyed) My neck isn't THAT long...
Paul hugs her and kisses her passionately.
PAUL
(sultry) Your neck's just right.
Everyone else looks uncomfortable. Dad clears his throat theatrically, and they blush and stop.
CHARLOTTE
(impatient) Cut the cake already, Joe!
CYNTHIA
(spacey) Oh, it sounds like we're at a wedding!
LISA
(excited) Only a few more months, and it will be.
DAD
(sappy) My little baby, all grown up.
LISA
(exasperated) Dad, seriously.
CHARLOTTE
(laughs and hugs Dad) Leave her alone. We've got our own wedding to worry about!
CYNTHIA
(excited) Ooh, Lisa gets the first piece!
Lisa takes the paper plate and a fork. She takes a bite.
LISA
(blown away) This is fantastic!
PAUL AND DAD SIMULTANEOUSLY
(proud) It was my idea.
PAUL
(annoyed) It was mine!
DAD
(annoyed) No, it was mine!
They argue while everyone laughs and eats cake.
CONTINUOUS SHOT. THE CAMERA PULLS OUT AND WE SEE THE PARTY THROUGH THE WINDOW. IT IS DARK OUTSIDE, AND WE SEE A MAN IN A SILVER BMW WATCHING THE HOUSE THROUGH BINOCULARS. WE CANNOT SEE HIS FACE, BUT IT IS JACKSON.
INT. LISA'S BEDROOM – MORNING
CLOSE UP OF LISA'S FACE.
Lisa lies in bed. Her eye's open and she rolls over, groaning. She wraps her arms around Paul, who is lying next to her. He wakes up and kisses her forehead lightly.
PAUL
(softly) I gotta go to work, babe.
Lisa snuggles closer.
LISA
(groggy) Do you have to? It's still early...
PAUL
(laughing) Honey, it's nine thirty.
Lisa jumps up, shocked. She leaps out of bed and runs into the bathroom.
LISA
(anxious) What?? Nine thirty? I have to go! Cynthia's all on her own!
PAUL
(getting up) What? Don't you trust that she can handle it?
LISA
(rushed) I trust her completely, but what if there's an emergency? I have to go!
Lisa races back into the room, dressed. She opens the door and runs down the stairs. Paul follows at a more leisurely pace.
PAUL
(kisses Lisa) Have a good day, okay?
LISA
(rushed) Of course, of course. Love you.
Paul walks out the door.
PAUL
(calm) Love you too! Stay safe!
Paul's car pulls out of the driveway. Lisa grabs her car keys and runs outside.
EXT. LISA'S HOUSE – MORNING
Lisa rushes out to her car. She gets inside.
INT. LISA'S CAR – MORNING
She sticks the keys in the ignition.
JACKSON (FROM BEHIND THE BACK SEAT)
(suddenly) Boo.
Lisa jumps, shrieks, and spins around. Jackson pulls himself up and stares at her.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(congenial) Morning, Leese. Nice day.
LISA
(scared shitless) How did you get in here?
JACKSON
(calm) It's incredibly easy to hot-wire a car. Especially when it isn't locked.
LISA
(shocked and scared) You- (realization dawns) You've been in my car since last night?
JACKSON
(calm) Early this morning. By the way, did you have a good time at your party? Thirty is a big year.
Lisa is pushed up against the dashboard, trying to put as much distance as she can between them. Jackson is reclining in the back seat, totally calm.
LISA
(whispered) What do you want with me?
Jackson leans forward.
JACKSON
(calm) I figured that was obvious.
Jackson draws a knife and holds it up in the air, not pointing it at Lisa but at the ceiling.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(whispered) I want revenge.
He reaches out and grabs a bit of her hair. He toys with it gently, rubbing it.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(calm, but with an undertone of anger) You made me screw up a potentialy simple job. You almost got me incarcerated. And you shot me with a nail gun.
LISA
(scared) My Dad shot you the second time.
Jackson leans in closer and whispers in her ear.
JACKSON
(sinister) But YOU started it, Leese. All of this happened because you just couldn't cooperate.
He cuts off the lock of hair suddenly, and Lisa gasps and flinches.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(cold) Careful, Leese. You might get cut.
Lisa is on the verge of tears. She tries to squirm out of Jackson's reach, but he grabs hold of her shoulder and pushes her back against the dashboard roughly. She cries out in pain.
LISA
(scared, almost crying) Just leave me alone!
JACKSON
(angry) I can't do that, Lisa! Because thanks to you, I've had to go through some pretty rough times! I had to use all my hard-won contacts just to get me out of prison, and THEN I had to deal with my boss. Do you know how angry he was? Do you?
Lisa shakes her head, tears coursing down her cheeks.
LISA
(soft, scared) No.
JACKSON
(livid) He was angry enough to give me this!
Jackson uses his free hand to push up his pants leg, exposing a long, deep, incredibly painful-looking, newly healed scar.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(livid) Thanks to you, now I walk with a fucking limp!
LISA
(angry, scared) That's not my fault!
JACKSON
(angry) It is your fault! It's your fault that while I was wasting away in prison and in hiding, you were eating birthday cake and chatting with a wedding planner!
LISA
(crying, angry, scared) How do you know about this?!
JACKSON
(whispers) I've been following you for four months, Lisa.
He slams Lisa against the dashboard.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(angry whispers) Four months of watching you-
He slams her again.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(angry whispers) -running your little hotel-
And again.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(angry whispers) -and drinking your fucking sea breezes-
And again.
JACKSON (CONT'D)
(angry whispers) -and having fun with your pretty little fiance-
LISA
(on the verge of unconsciousness) Oh my God...
JACKSON
(angry) -and not ONCE (Once should be shouted) have you second guessed screwing up my entire life! (Softer) Well you know what, Leese? I'm gonna make you regret it!
Jackson head butts Lisa and she passes out. He picks her up and gently lays her out on the back seat, then climbs into the drivers seat and starts the car.
EXT. LISA'S HOUSE – MORNING
Jackson drives the car away.
AN: So... like it? Hate it? I really don't care, so long as you review. I'll probably keep writing it even if you don't, but the motivation always helps. If I left a review on one of your fics, I'd appreciate if you returned the favor. In the words of a certain mob boss: "You scratch me back, I'll scratch yours, doc."