SCENE TWENTY: COMETH THE SHOWER
INT. FOOTBALL CHANGEROOMS
*The scene begins in the football change rooms, where Jamal is sitting on the floor, head in his hands. The last few players are making their way out, and are not talking to him. When he is finally alone, he pulls himself up and makes his way towards his locker. He opens it, revealing pictures of him with Daisy; and one photo-shopped with him holding the Super Bowl. He begins to slam the locker open and shut as hard as he can.*
JAMAL (yelling): Fuck it! Fuck it! No! Ahh!
*He releases the door, and begins to strip off his clothes, breathing heavily. Suddenly, the change room door slams closed. The sounds of footsteps can be heard somewhere in the change rooms.*
JAMAL: Who's there?
*Jamal looks around the row of lockers, but he can not see who it is.*
JAMAL: Stop fucking with me…I'm not in the mood!
*Jamal begins to walk around, searching for the person. A dark figure moves behind him and rushes into the shower area, and begins to turn the hot taps on.*
JAMAL: I swear to God…if this is your idea of a joke, Luke; you won't find it very funny when I get my hands on you.
*Steam begins to form in the shower area and seeps out into the main area. The shower area is soon enveloped in the steam, making it impossible to see anything. Jamal makes his way back to his locker, and looks at the shower in surprise.*
JAMAL: Anyone in there?
*Jamal grabs his helmet from the floor and holds it ready to strike someone. He slowly makes his way into the steam.*
JAMAL: I know you're there…and you just fucked up my future…so you know what? I don't give a shit…come at me, you freak.
*The sound of metal on metal comes from deeper into the steam. Jamal lunges and hits out with his helmet, but he only hits the wall.*
JAMAL: You quick bastard…
*Ghostface lunges at Jamal from behind, and smacks his head straight into the wall. Jamal grunts and drops the helmet to the floor. Dazed, he turns around and swings at Ghostface, but he dodges him with ease.*
JAMAL: You know who you're even trying to kill here?
*Ghostface stabs at Jamal, but he dodges the stab and kicks up, kicking the knife out of Ghostface's hand and to the floor. Jamal is obviously an impressive athletic specimen.*
JAMAL: Jamal…
*Jamal hits Ghostface in the chest, who stumbles back towards the wall. Jamal walks closer to him and hits him again.*
JAMAL: …fucking…Wayans!
*Ghostface hits the wall with a thud, and Jamal grabs him by the collar, and lifts him off the ground. Jamal smiles madly.*
JAMAL: Why don't we see who's under that mask, hey?
*Jamal grabs the mask and begins to lift. Ghostface, however, has other ideas. Shooting his right arm out, he directs one of the shower heads straight at Jamal's face. The hot water flows right into Jamal's eyes.*
JAMAL (screaming): Ahh! My fucking eyes!
*Jamal releases Ghostface and grabs at his eyes, screaming in pain. Ghostface lunges onto the floor and grabs the knife, and then turns to Jamal, who is now blindly swinging his arms around, trying to hit Ghostface.*
JAMAL: Where are you…huh? Face me like a man!
*Ghostface times his leap and pushes Jamal into the wall, and then stabs him straight in the stomach.*
JAMAL (screaming): Ah…God, no!
*Ghostface takes the knife out, and throws Jamal into the middle of the floor. He jumps down and begins to stab him relentlessly. Jamal's screams begin to lessen as the stabbings continue. His blood coats the floor, and begins to drain down with the shower water, making the whole floor red. Finally there is silence, and Jamal's brutalised body lays dead on the floor.*
CUT TO – EXT. COLLEGE CARPARK
*Kirby pulls into the College carpark, and spots many drinking teenagers heading in direction of the main campus, away from the Stadium. She parks her car and turns to Sidney.*
KIRBY: So…this is it.
*Kirby moves to leave the car, but she hesitates and looks back at Sidney. She sighs, and holds her head in her hands.*
KIRBY: What am I meant to do, Sid? I can't let Emily and Dewey down…but if anything were to happen to you…fuck…when did life get so complicated?
*Kirby's thoughts are interrupted as one bloody hand hits her window. She screams and looks at who they belong to – Draco. He is holding his trusty camera in the other hand.*
DRACO: Ms. Reed! What the hell are you doing here?
KIRBY: Draco? Your hands…
DRACO: Jesus, it's not my blood…it's OK…its Jamal's.
KIRBY: Jamal is…dead?
DRACO: Just found him in the change rooms…hacked to pieces. Not very pretty, I gotta say.
KIRBY (nodding): Right.
*Kirby goes to leave the car, but Draco blocks the door.*
KIRBY: What are you doing?
DRACO: Are you insane? Get the hell out of here!
KIRBY: I can't…
DRACO: You've got a kid in the car! If you're worried about everyone, leave it to Dewey…leave it to me!
KIRBY: To you? You're the media…you don't give a shit about anything except the next story.
DRACO (looks hurt): Don't lump me in with Drew, please…
KIRBY: Where is your bum buddy anyway?
DRACO (shrugging): Took off at the first sign of blood…could be halfway across the state by now.
KIRBY: I need to save…
DRACO: No…you need to do the right thing and get her out of here!
*Kirby looks at Draco, and at Sidney, and sighs.*
KIRBY (in tears): Now I know why Sidney Prescott never had kids…how could anyone bring a child into…this.
DRACO: Maybe she just had a hard time getting laid.
*Kirby looks shocked at the timing of the comment, but then she laughs. Draco joins in. She starts the car.*
KIRBY: You're right.
DRACO: Damn straight I am. This is no place for kids….get going…now!
*Kirby begins to take off, then stops.*
KIRBY: Hey…Draco?
DRACO: Yeah?
KIRBY: You make it out of here tonight…you know where I live, right?
DRACO: Yeah.
KIRBY (smiling): Look me up.
*Kirby takes off before Draco can reply. He watches the car drive out of the parking lot and down the road. He smiles to himself.*
DRACO: Maybe I will.
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