INT. LOGAN'S BATHROOM - THE NEXT MORNING
Filled with steam. Logan wraps a towel around his waist, fresh from the shower. He turns to the foggy mirror and rubs his wet hand on it furiously.
Caption: "TUESDAY: Day Six"
He rubs and rubs, water dripping down from his damp hair and onto his face. Logan stops, and takes a step back.
CLOSE UP: The mirror. Logan has made a perfect circle on the fogged up mirror.
He stares at his partially obscured reflection, warily and wearily.
CUT TO
INT. CLASSROOM - HOURS LATER
Filled with bored students and an equally bored teacher, Mr. Beach.
MR. BEACH
Ok class, how do you want this done?
Anyone wanna volunteer? Or shall I
draw names from a hat?
Several pairs of eyes immediately disengage contact from Mr. Beach's. LOGAN is sitting in the rear of the room, staring down at his desk, which we see is blanketed in hundreds of little "ring" doodles, as well as a couple of articulately drawn horses.
MR. BEACH (O.S.)
Ah, Mr. Redfield.
Logan looks up, annoyed.
TIME CUT: A few moments later, Logan's at the front of the class, holding a paper in front of him. He speaks with a terrible monotone. Mr. Beach is standing at the far end of the room, taking notes.
LOGAN
Today I'll be speaking with you all
about the symbolism in Lord of the Flies.
Logan boredly gestures to an exquisite, detailed drawing of a boat-shaped island he's drawn on the blackboard.
LOGAN
This represents a microcosm of the
world, its boat shape being an ancient
symbol of civiliza-
MR. BEACH
Mr. Redfield, I clearly specificed that
any board drawings must be made with
labels.
Cursing at Mr. Beach under his breath, he turns and starts writing beside the island drawing. We don't see what he's writing.
LOGAN (cont'd)
Because the boys are cut off from the
rest of the world, the island becomes
their own planet.
ON VARIOUS STUDENTS as they make odd faces at what Logan's doing.
LOGAN (cont'd)
And therefore, representative of our
own world. Castle Rock, a formation
of rocks located at the end of the
island is symbolic of-
Mr. Beach stands suddenly amidst the rukus of the students.
MR. BEACH
(infuriated)
Mr. Redfield! What's the meaning
of this?
LOGAN
What?
Mr. Beach makes an exasperated motion to what Logan has written. Confused, Logan turns back to the board. His eyes widen in shock.
ANGLE: The blackboard. Next to the boat-shaped island, are the words...
"everyone
will
suffer"
They're written in a sloppy, childish manner, and it doesn't look like Logan's at all. They're also written in red chalk, whereas Logan's writing with a white one.
He turns to face the class, as horrified as they are. Logan's nose starts to bleed.
CUT TO
EXT. REVERE HIGH - SAME - QUAD
A shady little area under some trees. There's a couple of pay telephones, one of which is being occupied by Andrew.
ANDREW
Is this Rachel Keller?
CUT TO: The offices of the Seattle P.I., at Rachel's desk. She's on the phone, shovelling yogurt into her mouth. The conversation cuts between the two frequently.
RACHEL
(mouthful)
Who wants to know?
ANDREW
My name is Andrew Dark.
Rachel freezes.
ANDREW
I've tried to contact you many
times before-
RACHEL
(quickly)
Stay away from me and my son.
She starts to hang up.
ANDREW
My best friend is going to die!
Beat. Rachel hangs on, setting her yogurt cup down. She takes a quick look around her and speaks quietly into the phone.
RACHEL
What do you want?
ANDREW
I want to know why you didn't
tell me. When we were at Blockbuster.
I know you didn't want your son to
die, I completely understand. But
why didn't you tell me I could've
copied the tape and shown it to
someone else?
RACHEL
Look, I've got a barrel of work
to do-
ANDREW
(softly)
I just want an explanation. I won't
bother you anymore after.
Rachel sits back in her chair, letting out a long sigh.
RACHEL
The day that I had my son copy
the tape, Eola County Psychiatric
shut down. A large number of the
employees were... seeing the girl.
In their minds. It was making some
of them go insane.
Andrew listens very intently, not aware that there are couple of students making obscene hand gestures at him behind his back.
RACHEL
So they shut the place down, and
moved the patients to some other
place temporarily. The police were
saying it was some virus.
ANDREW
And what did this have to do with
you trying to kill me?
RACHEL
I WASN'T trying to-
(lets it go)
I knew that Samara was acting up.
Ever since I found her in the well...
ANDREW
...what?
RACHEL
(shifting in her seat)
I think that, because I freed Samara
from that well, she's become stronger.
(beat)
My son keeps saying that Samara
needs one more thing, and she'll
be free...
She nearly laughs at herself, but stops short.
RACHEL
I figured that... if I gave the tape to
you... without telling you the cure...
the curse would stop. Samara would
cease to exist.
A familiar cold chill runs down Andrew's spine.
ANDREW
But... my friend. I want to stop this
as much as the next guy, but I'm
not gonna let someone I care about
be claimed by this.
RACHEL
Show someone else the tape, Andrew,
it's not rocket science.
ANDREW
He destroyed it.
Rachel pauses. We can't really tell if she's pleased or concerned.
RACHEL
Well... I guess I really don't have much
to offer... except... good luck.
That's really not what Andrew wanted to hear. He gives a silent "Thanks" and hangs up. Rachel, on her end, hangs up as well. She runs her hands through her hair.
CUT TO
INT. FRONT ENTRANCE - REVERE HIGH - LATER
It's the end of the schoolday. Zelda walks quickly towards the exit, when CRYSTAL, the chirpily annoying Weekly Informer editor catches up with her.
CRYSTAL
Hey! Zora!
ZELDA
Zelda.
CRYSTAL
Yeah, sure. You hang out with
Andrew Dark a lot, don't you?
I need you to tell him something.
ZELDA
No 'ffense, chicky, but you're
really not his type.
CRYSTAL
No. Tell him he's fired from the Weekly
Informer.
Zelda stares at her blankly.
ZELDA
He's what?
CRYSTAL
Fired. Axed. Let go. Shown the door-
ZELDA
I get the fucking point! But why?
CRYSTAL
His article, which he was supposed
to hand in last week, hasn't been
handed in this week. And you know
our school motto, "Get in on time
or get your ass on a dime."
ZELDA
(confused)
That's not our school motto.
Crystal shrugs at her and walks away, leaving Zelda miffed.
FADE TO
EXT. PARK - DUSK
A lush forest-filled park area with a large playground. The sky is dusted with heavy clouds, emitting lashing rain. LOGAN is sitting on a park bench, despondent, allowing himself to get soaked. He stares down at his hands.
Long, long, long beat. Somebody sits down next to him. It's Andrew. Nobody says anything for a while.
ANDREW
Zelda just told me that I was fired
from the Weekly Informer.
He smiles, despite his disappointment.
ANDREW
The upside being, I can now join
you guys in calling it to the Weekly
Douchebag.
Logan doesn't react.
LOGAN
(almost to himself)
She says it wont stop.
Andrew wipes some of the rain water off his face.
ANDREW
Who?
LOGAN
You know who.
Logan's eyes never move from his hands.
LOGAN
But it can. With me.
He finally looks up at Andrew, but only for a split second.
LOGAN
If we let it.
ANDREW
Stop me if I sound like a broken record,
but we ARE gonna find a way to save you.
I promise.
LOGAN
Don't promise. It's not happening.
ANDREW
Nice optimism you got going there.
LOGAN
You don't understand anything, Andrew.
(beat)
This is what I deserve.
FLASHCUT: A finger being pierced by a nail.
ANDREW
(appalled)
How can you say that?
Their eyes meet again. Andrew can't tell from all the rain, but Logan's crying.
Andrew reaches out to his friend, and awkwardly pats him on the shoulder; trying to comfort Logan. He lets Andrew try.
Beat.
The two of them side side-by-side, waiting to be swallowed by the night.
Filled with steam. Logan wraps a towel around his waist, fresh from the shower. He turns to the foggy mirror and rubs his wet hand on it furiously.
Caption: "TUESDAY: Day Six"
He rubs and rubs, water dripping down from his damp hair and onto his face. Logan stops, and takes a step back.
CLOSE UP: The mirror. Logan has made a perfect circle on the fogged up mirror.
He stares at his partially obscured reflection, warily and wearily.
CUT TO
INT. CLASSROOM - HOURS LATER
Filled with bored students and an equally bored teacher, Mr. Beach.
MR. BEACH
Ok class, how do you want this done?
Anyone wanna volunteer? Or shall I
draw names from a hat?
Several pairs of eyes immediately disengage contact from Mr. Beach's. LOGAN is sitting in the rear of the room, staring down at his desk, which we see is blanketed in hundreds of little "ring" doodles, as well as a couple of articulately drawn horses.
MR. BEACH (O.S.)
Ah, Mr. Redfield.
Logan looks up, annoyed.
TIME CUT: A few moments later, Logan's at the front of the class, holding a paper in front of him. He speaks with a terrible monotone. Mr. Beach is standing at the far end of the room, taking notes.
LOGAN
Today I'll be speaking with you all
about the symbolism in Lord of the Flies.
Logan boredly gestures to an exquisite, detailed drawing of a boat-shaped island he's drawn on the blackboard.
LOGAN
This represents a microcosm of the
world, its boat shape being an ancient
symbol of civiliza-
MR. BEACH
Mr. Redfield, I clearly specificed that
any board drawings must be made with
labels.
Cursing at Mr. Beach under his breath, he turns and starts writing beside the island drawing. We don't see what he's writing.
LOGAN (cont'd)
Because the boys are cut off from the
rest of the world, the island becomes
their own planet.
ON VARIOUS STUDENTS as they make odd faces at what Logan's doing.
LOGAN (cont'd)
And therefore, representative of our
own world. Castle Rock, a formation
of rocks located at the end of the
island is symbolic of-
Mr. Beach stands suddenly amidst the rukus of the students.
MR. BEACH
(infuriated)
Mr. Redfield! What's the meaning
of this?
LOGAN
What?
Mr. Beach makes an exasperated motion to what Logan has written. Confused, Logan turns back to the board. His eyes widen in shock.
ANGLE: The blackboard. Next to the boat-shaped island, are the words...
"everyone
will
suffer"
They're written in a sloppy, childish manner, and it doesn't look like Logan's at all. They're also written in red chalk, whereas Logan's writing with a white one.
He turns to face the class, as horrified as they are. Logan's nose starts to bleed.
CUT TO
EXT. REVERE HIGH - SAME - QUAD
A shady little area under some trees. There's a couple of pay telephones, one of which is being occupied by Andrew.
ANDREW
Is this Rachel Keller?
CUT TO: The offices of the Seattle P.I., at Rachel's desk. She's on the phone, shovelling yogurt into her mouth. The conversation cuts between the two frequently.
RACHEL
(mouthful)
Who wants to know?
ANDREW
My name is Andrew Dark.
Rachel freezes.
ANDREW
I've tried to contact you many
times before-
RACHEL
(quickly)
Stay away from me and my son.
She starts to hang up.
ANDREW
My best friend is going to die!
Beat. Rachel hangs on, setting her yogurt cup down. She takes a quick look around her and speaks quietly into the phone.
RACHEL
What do you want?
ANDREW
I want to know why you didn't
tell me. When we were at Blockbuster.
I know you didn't want your son to
die, I completely understand. But
why didn't you tell me I could've
copied the tape and shown it to
someone else?
RACHEL
Look, I've got a barrel of work
to do-
ANDREW
(softly)
I just want an explanation. I won't
bother you anymore after.
Rachel sits back in her chair, letting out a long sigh.
RACHEL
The day that I had my son copy
the tape, Eola County Psychiatric
shut down. A large number of the
employees were... seeing the girl.
In their minds. It was making some
of them go insane.
Andrew listens very intently, not aware that there are couple of students making obscene hand gestures at him behind his back.
RACHEL
So they shut the place down, and
moved the patients to some other
place temporarily. The police were
saying it was some virus.
ANDREW
And what did this have to do with
you trying to kill me?
RACHEL
I WASN'T trying to-
(lets it go)
I knew that Samara was acting up.
Ever since I found her in the well...
ANDREW
...what?
RACHEL
(shifting in her seat)
I think that, because I freed Samara
from that well, she's become stronger.
(beat)
My son keeps saying that Samara
needs one more thing, and she'll
be free...
She nearly laughs at herself, but stops short.
RACHEL
I figured that... if I gave the tape to
you... without telling you the cure...
the curse would stop. Samara would
cease to exist.
A familiar cold chill runs down Andrew's spine.
ANDREW
But... my friend. I want to stop this
as much as the next guy, but I'm
not gonna let someone I care about
be claimed by this.
RACHEL
Show someone else the tape, Andrew,
it's not rocket science.
ANDREW
He destroyed it.
Rachel pauses. We can't really tell if she's pleased or concerned.
RACHEL
Well... I guess I really don't have much
to offer... except... good luck.
That's really not what Andrew wanted to hear. He gives a silent "Thanks" and hangs up. Rachel, on her end, hangs up as well. She runs her hands through her hair.
CUT TO
INT. FRONT ENTRANCE - REVERE HIGH - LATER
It's the end of the schoolday. Zelda walks quickly towards the exit, when CRYSTAL, the chirpily annoying Weekly Informer editor catches up with her.
CRYSTAL
Hey! Zora!
ZELDA
Zelda.
CRYSTAL
Yeah, sure. You hang out with
Andrew Dark a lot, don't you?
I need you to tell him something.
ZELDA
No 'ffense, chicky, but you're
really not his type.
CRYSTAL
No. Tell him he's fired from the Weekly
Informer.
Zelda stares at her blankly.
ZELDA
He's what?
CRYSTAL
Fired. Axed. Let go. Shown the door-
ZELDA
I get the fucking point! But why?
CRYSTAL
His article, which he was supposed
to hand in last week, hasn't been
handed in this week. And you know
our school motto, "Get in on time
or get your ass on a dime."
ZELDA
(confused)
That's not our school motto.
Crystal shrugs at her and walks away, leaving Zelda miffed.
FADE TO
EXT. PARK - DUSK
A lush forest-filled park area with a large playground. The sky is dusted with heavy clouds, emitting lashing rain. LOGAN is sitting on a park bench, despondent, allowing himself to get soaked. He stares down at his hands.
Long, long, long beat. Somebody sits down next to him. It's Andrew. Nobody says anything for a while.
ANDREW
Zelda just told me that I was fired
from the Weekly Informer.
He smiles, despite his disappointment.
ANDREW
The upside being, I can now join
you guys in calling it to the Weekly
Douchebag.
Logan doesn't react.
LOGAN
(almost to himself)
She says it wont stop.
Andrew wipes some of the rain water off his face.
ANDREW
Who?
LOGAN
You know who.
Logan's eyes never move from his hands.
LOGAN
But it can. With me.
He finally looks up at Andrew, but only for a split second.
LOGAN
If we let it.
ANDREW
Stop me if I sound like a broken record,
but we ARE gonna find a way to save you.
I promise.
LOGAN
Don't promise. It's not happening.
ANDREW
Nice optimism you got going there.
LOGAN
You don't understand anything, Andrew.
(beat)
This is what I deserve.
FLASHCUT: A finger being pierced by a nail.
ANDREW
(appalled)
How can you say that?
Their eyes meet again. Andrew can't tell from all the rain, but Logan's crying.
Andrew reaches out to his friend, and awkwardly pats him on the shoulder; trying to comfort Logan. He lets Andrew try.
Beat.
The two of them side side-by-side, waiting to be swallowed by the night.