INT. KENT FARM - BARN
Chloe leans on the railing leading up to Clark's loft, looking up.
CHLOE Anything?
PETE (voice)
Nah... It's not up here.
CHLOE
::groans:: Well, where the heck is it? I thought you said you knew where it was.
Pete comes down the stairs from the loft.
PETE I thought I did.
She impersonates Pete.
CHLOE "I know exactly where it is. Exactly. I can see it in my mind..." Those were your exact words, brainiac.
PETE Look, Mr. Kent usually keeps it right over there by the fertilizer.
Pete points toward several piles of rather raunchy looking fertilizer. There's even a circular indentation in the ground next to the pile where a tire once was.
PETE
He's kept the spare tire in the same spot for ten years. Clark and I even used to make a joke out of it by taking it and rolling it over to the other side of the barn just to mess with his dad's head.
CHLOE
Nice.
PETE
What? We were kids.
CHLOE
You still are.
PETE
Hah! Speak for yourself. Clark and I, we're men, manly men, rugged men.
He flexes his right bicep.
PETE
Devilishly handsome men.
He winks at her.
CHLOE ::nods:: And modest to boot.
PETE
Hey, baby, it's either Ross... or your loss. You know it!
CHLOE
Thanks, but I got myself one.
Something in the corner catches Chloe's eye.
CHLOE
Hey, is that it, over there?
She walks over to an enormous tire on the other side of the barn. Pete shakes his head at her.
PETE
Um, yeah, that's it. That's exactly what we would need... if he was driving the tractor.
CHLOE
Shut up... it... looked smaller from over there.
PETE
Sure it did.
CHLOE
There were shadows!
PETE
Uh huh.
She walks by him and punches him in the arm.
PETE
Ow!
CHLOE
Oh, quit your belly aching, I didn't hit you that hard.
PETE
Oh, really? Well, why don't you let me wail on you a couple of times and we'll see how you like it. You know, I could report you for abuse.
CHLOE
Pete...
PETE
It'd be a hate crime, ya know. You could get time.
She laughs.
PETE
Honestly, though, do I have punching bag tattooed across my forehead, or somethin'? First Lana, now you...
CHLOE
Hey, I was just kidding around. I didn't go all Richard Evans on you like Prissy Princess.
PETE
Who the heck is Richard Evans?
CHLOE
He was a famous world's shotput Champion in the sixties.
She says it like it's common knowledge.
PETE
::shrugs:: I give up. How do you know these things?
CHLOE
They're called "books", Pete. It's kind of like television, only intelligent.
PETE
Yeah, well, at least Lana has an excuse.
CHLOE
An excuse? What excuse could she possibly have for trying to kill you?
PETE
Well, you know, the whole thing with the Scre...
Pete catches himself, remembering that Chloe doesn't know about the Scream.
CHLOE With the what?
Pete tries to think on his feet, but can't think of anything. Luckily, a car coming down the Kent's driveway saves him from having to answer.
PETE
I hear a car. Do you hear a car?
He walks passed her and out of the barn.
PETE
I think I hear a car. Maybe it's Mrs. Kent back from the store.
CHLOE Wait... you didn't answer my question.
Chloe leans on the railing leading up to Clark's loft, looking up.
CHLOE Anything?
PETE (voice)
Nah... It's not up here.
CHLOE
::groans:: Well, where the heck is it? I thought you said you knew where it was.
Pete comes down the stairs from the loft.
PETE I thought I did.
She impersonates Pete.
CHLOE "I know exactly where it is. Exactly. I can see it in my mind..." Those were your exact words, brainiac.
PETE Look, Mr. Kent usually keeps it right over there by the fertilizer.
Pete points toward several piles of rather raunchy looking fertilizer. There's even a circular indentation in the ground next to the pile where a tire once was.
PETE
He's kept the spare tire in the same spot for ten years. Clark and I even used to make a joke out of it by taking it and rolling it over to the other side of the barn just to mess with his dad's head.
CHLOE
Nice.
PETE
What? We were kids.
CHLOE
You still are.
PETE
Hah! Speak for yourself. Clark and I, we're men, manly men, rugged men.
He flexes his right bicep.
PETE
Devilishly handsome men.
He winks at her.
CHLOE ::nods:: And modest to boot.
PETE
Hey, baby, it's either Ross... or your loss. You know it!
CHLOE
Thanks, but I got myself one.
Something in the corner catches Chloe's eye.
CHLOE
Hey, is that it, over there?
She walks over to an enormous tire on the other side of the barn. Pete shakes his head at her.
PETE
Um, yeah, that's it. That's exactly what we would need... if he was driving the tractor.
CHLOE
Shut up... it... looked smaller from over there.
PETE
Sure it did.
CHLOE
There were shadows!
PETE
Uh huh.
She walks by him and punches him in the arm.
PETE
Ow!
CHLOE
Oh, quit your belly aching, I didn't hit you that hard.
PETE
Oh, really? Well, why don't you let me wail on you a couple of times and we'll see how you like it. You know, I could report you for abuse.
CHLOE
Pete...
PETE
It'd be a hate crime, ya know. You could get time.
She laughs.
PETE
Honestly, though, do I have punching bag tattooed across my forehead, or somethin'? First Lana, now you...
CHLOE
Hey, I was just kidding around. I didn't go all Richard Evans on you like Prissy Princess.
PETE
Who the heck is Richard Evans?
CHLOE
He was a famous world's shotput Champion in the sixties.
She says it like it's common knowledge.
PETE
::shrugs:: I give up. How do you know these things?
CHLOE
They're called "books", Pete. It's kind of like television, only intelligent.
PETE
Yeah, well, at least Lana has an excuse.
CHLOE
An excuse? What excuse could she possibly have for trying to kill you?
PETE
Well, you know, the whole thing with the Scre...
Pete catches himself, remembering that Chloe doesn't know about the Scream.
CHLOE With the what?
Pete tries to think on his feet, but can't think of anything. Luckily, a car coming down the Kent's driveway saves him from having to answer.
PETE
I hear a car. Do you hear a car?
He walks passed her and out of the barn.
PETE
I think I hear a car. Maybe it's Mrs. Kent back from the store.
CHLOE Wait... you didn't answer my question.