INT. CLASSROOM - MINUTES LATER
Empty except for Logan, who is lying on a couple of desks, a twisted up tissue partially inserted into his bleeding nostril. Andrew sits nearby, watching him sympathetically.
LOGAN
I knew the moment that I saw the well,
this is the tape that kills you. This is
the thing that killed Josh.
Andrew furrows his brow in confusion.
ANDREW
I didn't see a well.
Logan adjusts his body to see Andrew more clearly. The tissue in his nose makes his voice sound nasaly.
LOGAN
What?
ANDREW
When I saw the tape yesterday. I didn't
see a well.
LOGAN
Did you watch it all the way through?
ANDREW
(shakes his head)
No. At least, I don't think so. I turned
it off after that part with the horses...
Logan sits up suddenly, wildness in his eyes.
LOGAN
You didn't watch all of it, then. Did
you get a phone call?
Long beat of silence.
ANDREW
No.
Logan's eyes shift from him to the floor.
LOGAN
I'm gonna die.
Andrew gets up from his seat, moves closer to him.
ANDREW
Logan, no, we're gonna find a way-
LOGAN
How the hell are we?? Josh didn't!
Katie didn't!
He gets up, and in a fit of anger, SMASHES his fist into the black board, cracking it.
ANDREW
Logan!
Andrew grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him away, then looks at his bloody knuckles. Logan pulls his fist away, then looks directly at him.
LOGAN
(quietly)
This can't be real. How can a fucking
tape kill me?
Beat. Andrew suddenly gets an idea.
ANDREW
You said that a reporter found a girl's
body... underneath the cabin that
Josh and Katie and them found the
tape. What's the reporter's name?
LOGAN
I don't think she'll wanna help us...
ANDREW
(desperately)
Logan, I don't want you to die.
The seriousness of it surprises both of them.
ANDREW (contd)
And this reporter may be the only way
of helping us.
His determined expression never wavers. Logan sighs.
QUICK CUT: Logan pulling out a newspaper from his back pack.
QUICK CUT: Pages of the Seattle P.I. being leafed through quickly.
QUICK CUT: Logan pointing right at a picture of RACHEL KELLER.
LOGAN
That's the one.
ON ANDREW, gently pushing Logan's finger away, staring in shock.
LOGAN
Andrew?
ANDREW
(to himself)
Holy shit...
CLOSE UP: The spot of the blackboard in which Logan punched. The point of impact is cracked
in a circular, ring-like manner.
FADE TO
EXT. HIGH-RISE APARTMENT BUILDING - THE NEXT DAY
Mid-afternoon, and predictably enough, it's raining.
Caption: "THURSDAY: Day 1"
Andrew and Logan are standing outside, sharing that same umbrella. They stare up at the large building before them. Andrew digs a piece of paper out of his pocket.
LOGAN
Is this is the place?
ANDREW
Fortunately.
He puts the piece of paper back, and they start walking towards the building.
LOGAN
Do you think she'll help us?
ANDREW
I skipped a test to be here, Logan.
If she doesn't, I'm forcing her to
go to Revere to write the test
for me.
LOGAN
With those girly noodle arms you
have? You ain't forcing nobody.
Andrew just glares at him as they walk inside the building.
CUT TO
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - 12th FLOOR - CONTD
A "ding" noise opens up the elevator doors, Andrew and Logan step out. They walk along the gloomy looking corridor until they come upon the correct apartment.
ANDREW
Ready?
Logan nods. Andrew takes a breath and knocks a couple of times.
Silence. He knocks a couple times more.
ANDREW
Ms. Keller?
And a couple more.
ANDREW
Ms. Keller, my name is Andrew Dark.
You gave me a tape at the Blockbuster
near Revere yesterday.
(then)
I have to ask you about the discovery
you made at Shelter Mountain Inn...
Nothing. Logan slumps against a wall beside the door in disappointment.
ANDREW
I don't think she's home.
LOGAN
Or maybe that bitch doesn't wanna
talk to us about it!
(then)
Let's just go.
ANDREW
Logan, we don't have enough time.
LOGAN
I have until next Wednesday. Alright?
We'll figure something out. Let's just
not waste the time we have here.
After a moment, Andrew complies. They walk out together.
INT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT - SAME
It looks like Logan was right... Rachel is here. She's sitting ont he floor, knees drawn to her chest, rocking back and forth quietly. Tears stream down her face as she listens to the two teenagers walk away.
She opens her mouth, as if to call out to them... but no words come.
FADE TO
INT. FOYER - LOGAN'S HOME - LATE AFTERNOON
Logan opens up the door and enters, stripping off his dripping raincoat. Compared to Andrew's modest suburbanite home, this place looks like a mansion, with rich tapestries, chandeliers, high ceilings, and ornate paintings odorning the walls. Hell, this foyer here is bigger than Andrew's living room.
LOGAN
Dad? You home?
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTD
An oaklined, spacious suite. Logan pushes the swing-doors open, slowly entering. No lights are on. His eyes immediately fall on the TELEVISION SET, turned on, an episode of "Dark Shadows" blazing across the screen.
This casts an eerie light across the room. Blood is splattered across the television set, the bed, and part of the wall. A leather swivel chair is front of the tv, with a man sitting on it. Logan panics.
LOGAN
Oh my God, Dad??
The images on the television flicker as Logan gets closer. This produces a terrifying "strobe light" effect on the room.
LOGAN
...Dad...?!
Logan places his hand on the man's shoulder. A STING OF COLD shoots up his arm, startling him. Logan stumbles back as the chair SWIVELS AROUND to reveal...
...NOAH, from the first film, in the same manner Rachel discovered him. Blue-green rotting skin, twisted mouth, milky white eyes, his nose torn off. Logan's face pales, and his stomach lurches. He opens his mouth and tries to scream, but he can't. He can only stare.
A LOUD, MANLY voice suddenly fills the room.
MAN (V.O.)
Son?
FLASH.
Logan squints, blinks a couple of times, until he realises that the living room is normal, there's no blood, the TV is playing an episode of The Simpsons, and his dad, on the swivel chair, is not Noah. This is MARTIN REDFIELD, early 50s, warm and gentle, but constantly preoccupied.
MARTIN
Son, what's wrong?
A cold bead of sweat runs down the side of Logan's face. He finds his voice.
LOGAN
Sorry.. sorry. I had a long day.
(then)
You're home early.
MARTIN
Yeah, can you believe it? We got
the projections in ahead of schedule,
so...
Logan sits on an automan and pulls himself closer to his dad.
LOGAN
Hey, dad? D'you think... maybe...
sometime before next Wednesday,
we could do something?
MARTIN
Hmm?
LOGAN
You know, the cliched father-son
thing. Play catch and fish with
Will Smith's "Just The Two of Us"
playing in the background?
Martin smiles oddly.
MARTIN
Son, you'd know I love to, but this
is the only time until May that I get
any time off.
Logan's face grows more and more expressionless.
MARTIN
I'm really sorry, Logan. But since your
mom...
(pauses)
It just takes more effort nowadays to
keep a house like this.
LOGAN
No, s'alright. I understand.
MARTIN
Besides...
He kicks back in the chair, turning back towards The Simpsons.
MARTIN
...we have time. It's not like you're
gonna drop dead next week.
Off this blatant, obvious case of irony, we CUT TO
EXT. ANDREW'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - SUNSET
Zelda and Andrew are rocking back and forth on that rocking bench thing that porches so often have. They're watching the dark pink sky with quiet reflection.
ANDREW
Can I ask you a question?
ZELDA
Didn't you just ask one?
ANDREW
I'm trying to have a meaningful
conversation here, not a monster
sarcasm rally.
ZELDA
You're awfully touchy today.
ANDREW
I know. I'm sorry.
CLOSE UP: His drink on a table next to the rocking bench. Andrew picks it up, and we see a RING OF WATER staining a paper underneath the cup.
ANDREW
(takes a sip)
I'm gonna tell you something, and
you can't laugh. Do you promise?
ZELDA
No.
ANDREW
(sighs)
I saw the killer tape.
Beat. Zelda doesn't laugh, but she does look at Andrew like he just grew antlers.
ANDREW
But I didn't see it all the way.
Logan did. And I think he's gonna-
ZELDA
Wow, Andrew, I'm all for finding
creative ways to slam Logan, but-
ANDREW
(dead serious)
Listen to me! After he saw it he
got this phone call...
Zelda sighs, takes a drag from her cig, and decides to take him seriously.
ZELDA
Who was it?
ANDREW
The voice of a little girl. Said he
had seven days.
ANGLE: The sun slowly dipping below the horizon. The sky turns orange.
It takes Zelda a while to form the following the sentence.
ZELDA
This tape... where is it?
ANDREW
Oh, it's in my bag.
He grabs his backpack, unzips it, and rummages through. After a few moments...
ANDREW
Damn! I think I left it in the A/V room.
ZELDA
S'alright. Not like I wanna see it.
(Andrew smiles lightly)
What did you want to ask me?
Beat. Andrew pins her down with a withering stare. He sits back in the bench.
ANDREW
What would you do, if you knew
you only had one week to live?
Zelda thinks, and thinks... but she can't form an answer. The ash from the end of her cig falls onto her lap.
ZELDA
Sonuvabitch!
Empty except for Logan, who is lying on a couple of desks, a twisted up tissue partially inserted into his bleeding nostril. Andrew sits nearby, watching him sympathetically.
LOGAN
I knew the moment that I saw the well,
this is the tape that kills you. This is
the thing that killed Josh.
Andrew furrows his brow in confusion.
ANDREW
I didn't see a well.
Logan adjusts his body to see Andrew more clearly. The tissue in his nose makes his voice sound nasaly.
LOGAN
What?
ANDREW
When I saw the tape yesterday. I didn't
see a well.
LOGAN
Did you watch it all the way through?
ANDREW
(shakes his head)
No. At least, I don't think so. I turned
it off after that part with the horses...
Logan sits up suddenly, wildness in his eyes.
LOGAN
You didn't watch all of it, then. Did
you get a phone call?
Long beat of silence.
ANDREW
No.
Logan's eyes shift from him to the floor.
LOGAN
I'm gonna die.
Andrew gets up from his seat, moves closer to him.
ANDREW
Logan, no, we're gonna find a way-
LOGAN
How the hell are we?? Josh didn't!
Katie didn't!
He gets up, and in a fit of anger, SMASHES his fist into the black board, cracking it.
ANDREW
Logan!
Andrew grabs him by the shoulders and pulls him away, then looks at his bloody knuckles. Logan pulls his fist away, then looks directly at him.
LOGAN
(quietly)
This can't be real. How can a fucking
tape kill me?
Beat. Andrew suddenly gets an idea.
ANDREW
You said that a reporter found a girl's
body... underneath the cabin that
Josh and Katie and them found the
tape. What's the reporter's name?
LOGAN
I don't think she'll wanna help us...
ANDREW
(desperately)
Logan, I don't want you to die.
The seriousness of it surprises both of them.
ANDREW (contd)
And this reporter may be the only way
of helping us.
His determined expression never wavers. Logan sighs.
QUICK CUT: Logan pulling out a newspaper from his back pack.
QUICK CUT: Pages of the Seattle P.I. being leafed through quickly.
QUICK CUT: Logan pointing right at a picture of RACHEL KELLER.
LOGAN
That's the one.
ON ANDREW, gently pushing Logan's finger away, staring in shock.
LOGAN
Andrew?
ANDREW
(to himself)
Holy shit...
CLOSE UP: The spot of the blackboard in which Logan punched. The point of impact is cracked
in a circular, ring-like manner.
FADE TO
EXT. HIGH-RISE APARTMENT BUILDING - THE NEXT DAY
Mid-afternoon, and predictably enough, it's raining.
Caption: "THURSDAY: Day 1"
Andrew and Logan are standing outside, sharing that same umbrella. They stare up at the large building before them. Andrew digs a piece of paper out of his pocket.
LOGAN
Is this is the place?
ANDREW
Fortunately.
He puts the piece of paper back, and they start walking towards the building.
LOGAN
Do you think she'll help us?
ANDREW
I skipped a test to be here, Logan.
If she doesn't, I'm forcing her to
go to Revere to write the test
for me.
LOGAN
With those girly noodle arms you
have? You ain't forcing nobody.
Andrew just glares at him as they walk inside the building.
CUT TO
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - 12th FLOOR - CONTD
A "ding" noise opens up the elevator doors, Andrew and Logan step out. They walk along the gloomy looking corridor until they come upon the correct apartment.
ANDREW
Ready?
Logan nods. Andrew takes a breath and knocks a couple of times.
Silence. He knocks a couple times more.
ANDREW
Ms. Keller?
And a couple more.
ANDREW
Ms. Keller, my name is Andrew Dark.
You gave me a tape at the Blockbuster
near Revere yesterday.
(then)
I have to ask you about the discovery
you made at Shelter Mountain Inn...
Nothing. Logan slumps against a wall beside the door in disappointment.
ANDREW
I don't think she's home.
LOGAN
Or maybe that bitch doesn't wanna
talk to us about it!
(then)
Let's just go.
ANDREW
Logan, we don't have enough time.
LOGAN
I have until next Wednesday. Alright?
We'll figure something out. Let's just
not waste the time we have here.
After a moment, Andrew complies. They walk out together.
INT. RACHEL'S APARTMENT - SAME
It looks like Logan was right... Rachel is here. She's sitting ont he floor, knees drawn to her chest, rocking back and forth quietly. Tears stream down her face as she listens to the two teenagers walk away.
She opens her mouth, as if to call out to them... but no words come.
FADE TO
INT. FOYER - LOGAN'S HOME - LATE AFTERNOON
Logan opens up the door and enters, stripping off his dripping raincoat. Compared to Andrew's modest suburbanite home, this place looks like a mansion, with rich tapestries, chandeliers, high ceilings, and ornate paintings odorning the walls. Hell, this foyer here is bigger than Andrew's living room.
LOGAN
Dad? You home?
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTD
An oaklined, spacious suite. Logan pushes the swing-doors open, slowly entering. No lights are on. His eyes immediately fall on the TELEVISION SET, turned on, an episode of "Dark Shadows" blazing across the screen.
This casts an eerie light across the room. Blood is splattered across the television set, the bed, and part of the wall. A leather swivel chair is front of the tv, with a man sitting on it. Logan panics.
LOGAN
Oh my God, Dad??
The images on the television flicker as Logan gets closer. This produces a terrifying "strobe light" effect on the room.
LOGAN
...Dad...?!
Logan places his hand on the man's shoulder. A STING OF COLD shoots up his arm, startling him. Logan stumbles back as the chair SWIVELS AROUND to reveal...
...NOAH, from the first film, in the same manner Rachel discovered him. Blue-green rotting skin, twisted mouth, milky white eyes, his nose torn off. Logan's face pales, and his stomach lurches. He opens his mouth and tries to scream, but he can't. He can only stare.
A LOUD, MANLY voice suddenly fills the room.
MAN (V.O.)
Son?
FLASH.
Logan squints, blinks a couple of times, until he realises that the living room is normal, there's no blood, the TV is playing an episode of The Simpsons, and his dad, on the swivel chair, is not Noah. This is MARTIN REDFIELD, early 50s, warm and gentle, but constantly preoccupied.
MARTIN
Son, what's wrong?
A cold bead of sweat runs down the side of Logan's face. He finds his voice.
LOGAN
Sorry.. sorry. I had a long day.
(then)
You're home early.
MARTIN
Yeah, can you believe it? We got
the projections in ahead of schedule,
so...
Logan sits on an automan and pulls himself closer to his dad.
LOGAN
Hey, dad? D'you think... maybe...
sometime before next Wednesday,
we could do something?
MARTIN
Hmm?
LOGAN
You know, the cliched father-son
thing. Play catch and fish with
Will Smith's "Just The Two of Us"
playing in the background?
Martin smiles oddly.
MARTIN
Son, you'd know I love to, but this
is the only time until May that I get
any time off.
Logan's face grows more and more expressionless.
MARTIN
I'm really sorry, Logan. But since your
mom...
(pauses)
It just takes more effort nowadays to
keep a house like this.
LOGAN
No, s'alright. I understand.
MARTIN
Besides...
He kicks back in the chair, turning back towards The Simpsons.
MARTIN
...we have time. It's not like you're
gonna drop dead next week.
Off this blatant, obvious case of irony, we CUT TO
EXT. ANDREW'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - SUNSET
Zelda and Andrew are rocking back and forth on that rocking bench thing that porches so often have. They're watching the dark pink sky with quiet reflection.
ANDREW
Can I ask you a question?
ZELDA
Didn't you just ask one?
ANDREW
I'm trying to have a meaningful
conversation here, not a monster
sarcasm rally.
ZELDA
You're awfully touchy today.
ANDREW
I know. I'm sorry.
CLOSE UP: His drink on a table next to the rocking bench. Andrew picks it up, and we see a RING OF WATER staining a paper underneath the cup.
ANDREW
(takes a sip)
I'm gonna tell you something, and
you can't laugh. Do you promise?
ZELDA
No.
ANDREW
(sighs)
I saw the killer tape.
Beat. Zelda doesn't laugh, but she does look at Andrew like he just grew antlers.
ANDREW
But I didn't see it all the way.
Logan did. And I think he's gonna-
ZELDA
Wow, Andrew, I'm all for finding
creative ways to slam Logan, but-
ANDREW
(dead serious)
Listen to me! After he saw it he
got this phone call...
Zelda sighs, takes a drag from her cig, and decides to take him seriously.
ZELDA
Who was it?
ANDREW
The voice of a little girl. Said he
had seven days.
ANGLE: The sun slowly dipping below the horizon. The sky turns orange.
It takes Zelda a while to form the following the sentence.
ZELDA
This tape... where is it?
ANDREW
Oh, it's in my bag.
He grabs his backpack, unzips it, and rummages through. After a few moments...
ANDREW
Damn! I think I left it in the A/V room.
ZELDA
S'alright. Not like I wanna see it.
(Andrew smiles lightly)
What did you want to ask me?
Beat. Andrew pins her down with a withering stare. He sits back in the bench.
ANDREW
What would you do, if you knew
you only had one week to live?
Zelda thinks, and thinks... but she can't form an answer. The ash from the end of her cig falls onto her lap.
ZELDA
Sonuvabitch!