BLOODY MURDER
Written by John R. Stevenson
FADE IN:
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
An old road stretches between towering trees. WE SEE a
small car come to a stop. It's headlights remain on and
the soft music fades.
There are two people in the car. The man is BILL.
BILL (V.O.)
I don't understand. I just filled
the tank up twenty miles ago.
FEMALE (V.O.)
It's empty now, Bill.
Bill sighs and gets out of the car, leaving his pregnant
girlfriend. He walks around to the back of the car and
opens the trunk. He takes out a gasoline can.
He goes back to the driver's side and shuts the door. He
waves the can at his girlfriend, signaling his
intentions.
Again, he starts walking in the opposite direction of the
car...into darkness.
He continues walking down the desolate dirt road.
LONG ANGLE - BEHIND BILL
He comes to a parked truck in the middle of the road.
Bill raises his hand.
BILL
Hey, I was wondering if you could
help us out. My wife...my wife
and I ran out of gas down the
road. Could you give me a lift
down to the station?
WE SEE man's legs step back for a moment. The man turns
on his "brights". Bill is wowed. It's intensely bright.
The man brings a chainsaw into view. He steps out in
front of his truck. He is wearing an old hockey mask and
a mechanic jumpsuit.
Bill drops the gas can.
BILL (CONT'D)
Trevor Moorehouse...
Trevor starts the chainsaw.
Bill falls to the ground. He stumbles, but gets back up.
We follow him as he runs through the wooded forest.
Behind him, WE CAN SEE Trevor still close on his tail.
Trevor slices his way through the thicket using his
chainsaw.
Bill falls again in the weeds. Again, he gets back up
and runs. WE SEE Trevor in the clear...hot on his trail.
Bill runs further. Trevor paces behind, letting the
chainsaw swing freely. He continues cutting down small
trees as he pursues. Bill keeps running, but
occasionally looking back at the killer.
Bill falls...for the last time. He looks up as Trevor is
standing over him.
BILL (CONT'D)
No...no...no...NOOOO!
Trevor slams the chainsaw into his chest.
CUT TO:
EXT. ROAD - DAY
WE SEE an SUV coming down a gravel road. It's a nice day
out. Inside the car is DEAN, JASON, JULIE, WHITNEY, and
TOBE.
WHITNEY (V.O.)
How could he drive with a chainsaw
for a right hand?
INSIDE CAR --
TOBE
It was his left hand and I'm
telling you: it happened. It's
well documented. Trevor
Moorehouse, the guy's legendary in
these parts.
JASON
Yeah man. I heard something about
that.
DEAN
Bull shit. It's camp lore.
There's no such person as Trevor
Moorehouse.
TOBE
I guess that's what we'll tell
ourself when we're trying to sleep
at night.
They all laugh. The SUV pulls into camp grounds.
JASON
How you doing back there, Jules?
She has her head buried in a book.
JULIE
I'm fine.
JASON
I'm really glad you decided to
come. Contrary to what your
father would have you believe, I'm
not the big bad wolf Jules.
They all laugh again.
The SUV pulls into yet another dirt road that has a sign
reading CAMP PLACID PINES.
It comes to its final parking spot. A man comes walking
from the other side of a building as the new counselors
get out of their car.
MALE
Hey. Let's see. Dean, Whitney,
Jason, Julie and Tobe.
TOBE
Wow. You bend spoons too?
MALE
No. I recognize you from your
applications. I'm Patrick.
DEAN
Hey.
PATRICK
How you doing? I'll be your boss
for the nest six weeks.
JASON
Who else is here?
Another walks up holding cans.
WHITNEY
Uh-oh.
PATRICK
Hey Brad.
BRAD
Where you want these paint cans?
PATRICK
Hey Brad, this is Julie, Whitney,
Jason...
JASON
Yeah...yeah we met.
BRAD
Look. I didn't know he was going
to be here. Maybe this isn't such
a good idea.
JASON
Yeah. Maybe it isn't.
PATRICK
Does somebody want to fill me in
here?
BRAD
Jason and I used to run track
against each other at school.
Last time we ran for
qualifications, he broke his knee
ten yards from the finish line.
JASON
That's funny. I don't recall that
was the last time you raced.
PATRICK
So I guess most of you know each
other?
Another male and female walk up.
PATRICK (CONT'D)
Look, I'm sorry there's some bad
history here but we have a job to
do. Is this going to be a
problem?
JASON
No problem here.
BRAD
No. No problem.
PATRICK
Good. We have a lot of work ahead
of us. Dean, Jason, you guys can
help me move this wood and you
three can get started on the food.
He throws Whitney the keys.
PATRICK (CONT'D)
Truck's out back.
The three leave.
Dean and Jason stay at the SUV.
CUT TO:
INT. KICTHEN - CONTINUOUS
WE SEE Tobe, Whitney and Julie enter. All three carry
boxes.
TOBE
It frightens me to think that my
diet for the next six weeks will
consist primarily of cream spinach
and Mrs. Pete's tator-tots.
WHITNEY
Well I'm sticking with what I
know: Ritz crackers and peanut
butte. Basic building block of a
well rounded eating disorder.
TOBE
Wow. No shortage of knives in
here.
He picks one up.
TOBE (CONT'D)
Look at this.
WHITNEY
More than I can say for the rest
of the kitchen. Pretty bare isn't
it? Where do you think these go?
She holds up her box.
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