INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - TECH LAB - DAY (2003)
The room bustles with students working on projects. MARK
PETERSON (17, quietly intelligent) and NATHAN HARTLEY (17,
contemplative and assured) are intently assembling a circuit
board.
NATHAN
Resistors in place. Just need to
connect the power supply.
MARK
Alright, let's see if this works.
He connects a wire. There's a tense pause. Mark flips a
switch. Sparks fly, and the circuit board shorts out,
causing them to leap backward
MR. JACOBS (O.S.)
Forgetting to ground. A classic. No
worries, it's a rite of passage.
Mark and Nathan look up to see MR. JACOBS (50s, approachable
and experienced), standing beside them with an amused smile.
MR. JACOBS
I do ask you not jump ahead of the
lesson next time. Do either of you
remember the amperage required to
stop a heart?
NATHAN
(embarrassed)
Seven milliamps.
MR. JACOBS
Correct.
MARK
My bad.
MR. JACOBS
(encouragingly)
Remember, it's not just about making
connections, it's about making the
right ones.
The bell rings and students begin to pack up.
MR. JACOBS
Alright, everyone! Be sure to shut
off your power boards before removing
your circuit cards. Tomorrow, we'll
be reviewing schematics before
proceeding.
(MORE)
2.
MR. JACOBS (CONT'D)
Which means, "no watches, rings..."
STUDENTS
(reluctantly)
"...or dangly things."
Mark and Nathan exchange a knowing nod, a silent agreement
to do better next time.
MARK
I'm going to Tommy Burger, you want
anything?
NATHAN
I'm good. Thanks.
MARK
You still coming over after?
NATHAN
Can't. I got a..."thing."
MARK
(smirking)
Always you with the "things." Later,
man.
NATHAN
Later.
Genres:
["Drama","Coming-of-age"]
Ratings
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2 -
Bustling Lunchtime at Ravenwood High School
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY - CONT'D
The hallway is alive with the lunchtime buzz. Mark steps out
of the tech lab, backpack slung over one shoulder, weaving
through the crowd. The camera follows in a SMOOTH, STEADY
TRACKING SHOT.
He passes SARAH COLLINS (17, vibrant) and TYLER REED (18,
athletic), sharing a quick kiss before going their separate
ways.
LIAM BROOKS (17, animated) is seen briefly in the drama
room, passionately rehearsing a scene with JASMINE LEE (18,
reserved).
RACHEL NGUYEN (17, assertive) is seen going over a math
problem with CHRIS JENSEN (18, unamused).
KEVIN ANDERSON (17, studious) bumps into Mark while walking
past, nose buried in a book.
3.
MARK
(annoyed)
Watch it!
EVA SANDERS (17, creative) is glimpsed in the art room,
deeply focused on her painting.
Genres:
["Teen Drama"]
Ratings
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3 -
Sudden Attack at Ravenwood High School
EXT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - COURTYARD - CONT'D
Mark steps outside into the sunny courtyard. The sounds of
students chatting and laughing fill the air. He walks
forward, CAMERA STILL TRACKING.
Suddenly, ETHAN MARSHALL (38, unassuming but intense)
appears from around a corner, swinging a splitting maul.
Mark is struck in the chest. The horrible CRACK of his
ribcage can be heard as the wedge is buried into him. The
attack is sudden, brutal, and shocking.
The CAMERA PULLS BACK into an AERIAL SHOT to reveal the
ensuing chaos: the peaceful lunchtime abruptly shattered by
unforeseen violence. Students flee in terror as Mark lays
dying on the pavement.
CUT TO:
INT. EVA SANDERS' COUNSELING OFFICE - DAY (2023)
The office is serene and welcoming. EVA SANDERS (late 30s,
empathetic, grounded) is in a session with a CLIENT (30s,
anxious but open). The Client can be observed bouncing their
knee and twiddling their thumbs; something Eva takes a note
of on her pad.
CLIENT
I keep going over it in my head. What
if I’d done something different that
day? Walked a different path? Taken a
cab?
EVA
It’s natural to replay these moments.
But it's also important to remember
that hindsight is different from the
reality you were in at that time. How
do you feel in the present moment?
CLIENT
It’s like... I’m stuck, you know?
EVA
That can feel frustrating.
(MORE)
4.
EVA (CONT'D)
It can also be a sign that there’s
more to understand in that
experience. I want to explore what
being stuck means for you.
CLIENT
(reflecting)
It's like... I'm living in the shadow
of that one day. That one moment. I
can't move forward, and I can't
forget it. It's just... there,
poisoning every moment in my life.
Everything else seems... so small
compared to it. Even when my son was
born, that joy vanished just as
quickly as it appeared. I don't know,
it's... just... I don't know.
Eva scribbles a few notes on her pad before responding.
EVA
What you're describing, it’s like
you’re viewing life through a lens
colored by that moment. It can make
even the brightest moments seem dim.
It’s challenging, but it's possible
to change that lens. Your son’s
birth, that joy you felt, even if it
was fleeting, that's real.
The corner of her mouth twitches briefly, a subtle
expression. She pauses to reformulate her approach.
EVA
I won't lie to you, those memories
never go away. But healing isn't
about erasing the past or forgetting
the pain. It's about giving those
real moments the space they deserve
in your life, to see them as separate
from that shadow. It takes work. But
over time, the work gets less
daunting.
CLIENT
I guess.
The Client seems disappointed, as if that wasn't the answer
they were hoping for. Eva notices this and scratches
something off her pad.
EVA
Have you heard of exposure therapy?
5.
The Client perks up slightly, seeming both baffled and
amused.
CLIENT
Isn't that like when someone gets
locked in a coffin full of spiders to
get over their fear of death?
EVA
(chuckling)
It's not nearly that dramatic. It's
about revisiting places tied to
distressing memories. Not to relive
the past, but to recontextualize it –
to see that these places are just
that, places. It can aide toward
reclaiming your space in the world.
How does that sound?
Eva leans back, giving the Client space to absorb the
concept. The Client seems to be racking their brain for an
excuse not to, before letting out a shaky breath.
CLIENT
(resolute)
Ok.
Eva smiles reassuringly.
EVA
Ok.
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Eva at her desk post-session, reviewing notes. She takes a
moment to check her emails. A new message is highlighted at
the top of her inbox, her expression shifting as she reads
the subject line:
"Ravenwood High - 20 Year Reunion"
She pauses, her face reflecting a complex mix of recognition
and apprehension as the cursor hovers over the message.
She simply exhales deeply and closes her laptop, her eyes
lingering on it a moment longer. She stands, collecting her
belongings, and walking through her office doors as we...
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6.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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4 -
Life-saving Efforts Fail in the Emergency Room
INT. HOSPITAL - EMERGENCY ROOM - DAY (2023)
...emergency room doors flying open as EMTs rush in a CAR
CRASH VICTIM, a young man with a mangled face and severe
chest injuries. JASMINE LEE (late 30s, composed yet distant)
immediately moves in.
EMT
(urgently)
Car crash. Mandibular fracture and
severe chest trauma. BP is tanking.
JASMINE
(to EMT)
We got him from here.
(to TEAM)
Monitor BP and O2. Crash cart's on
standby. Let's get him stable.
An INTERN takes over BVM ventilation from the EMT, while a
RESIDENT assesses the patient.
RESIDENT
(to JASMINE)
Lateral chest wall hematoma, no open
wounds, decreased expansion on the
right, likely tension pneumothorax.
JASMINE
(to INTERN)
Stop ventilating. Get me a 16 gage
angiocath, now.
Her team work swiftly. Jasmine efficiently inserts the
needle between his ribs. Despite the urgency, her face
remains impassive.
Escaping air hisses through the catheter.
JASMINE
Needle's in. Lung’s re-expanding.
Let's get him intubated.
The patient's condition stabilizes momentarily but then
immediately starts to deteriorate.
RESIDENT
(noticing the change)
V-fib.
JASMINE
Charge paddles to 200.
7.
Her team responds with mechanical precision as they prepare
to defibrillate the patient. Jasmine keeps her eyes on the
monitor, turning the patient on his side into the recovery
position.
Blood drains from the patient's mouth. He is returned to his
backside and Jasmine intubates him before starting CPR. The
shifting and crack of his ribs can be heard.
The Resident gels the paddles and aligns them on the
patient.
RESIDENT
Charged to 200... clear!
The shock is administered to no avail. Jasmine remains
focused, modifying her technique to ensure proper
compressions while minimizing damage to his ribs.
JASMINE
Charge to 300.
The Resident adjusts the charge on the defibrillator,
waiting for Jasmine to finish her cycles and step back.
RESIDENT
Charged to 300... clear!
The shock is administered, but the patient's vitals continue
to drop.
JASMINE
(calmly)
He's coding. Push 300mg of
amiodarone. Charge to 360.
The team follows her directives as she continues with her
modified cycles.
Jasmine steps back.
RESIDENT
Charged to 360... clear!
Despite their efforts, the patient's heart rate flatlines.
Jasmine continues her cycles, albeit with less caution this
time. There's a slight desperation in her attempts.
JASMINE
Hit him again.
RESIDENT
Charging to 360...
8.
Jasmine steps back.
RESIDENT
... clear!
The final shock is administered. No change. Jasmine checks
the monitor, then the patient. She pauses, her expression
unchanged.
The room falls silent, save for the drone of the monitors.
Jasmine removes her gloves.
JASMINE
(clinically detached)
Time of death, 14:07.
She disposes of her gloves as she leaves the room and her
team begins the post mortem routine.
Genres:
["Drama","Medical"]
Ratings
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5 -
The Opioid Discovery
INT. HOSPITAL - LOCKER ROOM - LATER (2023)
JASMINE sits alone on the bench, her posture tired and
deflated after a long shift. She's in the process of
changing out of her scrubs when the RESIDENT enters the
room.
RESIDENT
Dr. Lee? Toxicology came back.
Opioids were found in his system.
Well above therapeutic levels.
JASMINE
(distant)
Yeah.
Jasmine absorbs this information, her expression shifting
from professional to reflective.
JASMINE
It at least explains the atypical
response. Has the family been
notified?
RESIDENT
We've been trying, but no luck so
far. No emergency contacts, either.
Jasmine nods slowly, the news weighing on her.
JASMINE
Thank you.
The Resident nods and leaves the room.
9.
Jasmine stares blankly at her locker, lost in thought. She
has seen this scenario too many times, yet each time leaves
a mark.
Just outside the locker room in the hallway, we can hear the
faint, yet frantic voice of a young girl crying out.
GIRL (O.S.)
Liam! Liam, stay with me! Please!
We're getting you help, just stay
awake! Stay awake! Please! LIAM!
She looks briefly toward the door, then back at her locker,
opting to block out the young girl's pleas.
POV: From inside her locker, we see her open it, grab her
stuff, and shut it once more, leaving us in darkness.
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Genres:
["Drama","Medical"]
Ratings
Scene
6 -
A Mix of Curiosity and Dread
EXT. HOSPITAL PARKING LOT - NIGHT (2023)
Jasmine walks to her car, her steps slow, almost robotic.
She gets in and closes the door, sealing herself off from
the world.
In the solitude of her car, she lets out a long, weary sigh.
She reaches into her purse and pulls out a tiny bag full of
pills. With practiced motions, she crushes and snorts a pill
in one swift go.
The immediate relief that washes over her is evident, yet
there's a hint of self-loathing in her eyes.
Her phone buzzes, breaking the moment. She glances at it and
sees the notification:
"Ravenwood High - 20 Year Reunion."
Her reaction is complex – a mixture of curiosity and dread.
She stares at the phone for a long beat. Finally, she tosses
it aside, starting the car, and driving away.
INT. JASMINE'S CAR - CONT'D
CLOSE UP of JASMINE'S empty eyes in the reflection of the
rearview mirror as street lights blur past overhead. She
briefly looks at us through the mirror as we...
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10.
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY (2023)
...MICHAEL LAWSON'S (late 30s) reflection in a dark TV
MONITOR. He presses the INPUT button on the remote, cycling
through various HDMI inputs until he arrives at the correct
one, revealing a detailed blueprint of a commercial building
layout.
MICHAEL
There we go. Finally.
PULL BACK to reveal a sleek and modern room abuzz with
focused energy. Michael presides over a team of security
experts.
MICHAEL
The downtown complex is a logistical
nightmare. Looping hallways, employee
entrances on every side with
antiquated locking mechanisms, I
could go on. Therefore, our design
needs to be as complex as the complex
itself. We'll have to seamlessly
embed tech into the environment
without drawing attention to
installation.
TEAM MEMBER
So... cameras in street lights?
Sensors in artwork?
MICHAEL
Exactly. If a safety net is
imperceptible, it's unlikely to be
interceptable.
He zooms in on specific areas of the layout.
MICHAEL
Now, these points here are potential
blind spots. It's not enough just to
cover these areas; we have to think
like the people who'd want to exploit
them.
The team members look on, absorbing his insight.
TEAM MEMBER
And for larger events? Crowd control?
MICHAEL
A discreet blend of eyes in the sky
and on-ground personnel here...
(MORE)
11.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
and here. Remember, we want people to
feel safe, not scrutinized.
His phone vibrates. He checks it briefly.
MICHAEL
Let’s reconvene after lunch and we'll
finalize emergency protocol. Yeah?
As the team disperses, Michael's eyes linger on the screen,
as if assessing for something even he didn't account for.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
7 -
A Flood of Memories
INT. HALLWAY - LATER (2023)
Michael walks down the hallway after the meeting, his
demeanor professional yet distant. He passes colleagues who
greet him, offering a tight-lipped nod of acknowledgement in
return.
As he approaches his office, a YOUNG CLERK (20s) wheeling
his cart from the opposite direction spots him.
YOUNG CLERK
Mr. Lawson! This came for you. Looks
important.
The Clerk presents a letter to him with the dramatic
flourish typical to his age.
Michael takes the letter. It's marked with the "Ravenwood
High School" crest. He hesitates, a flood of memories
reflected in his eyes.
YOUNG CLERK
Official letter to Hogwarts?
MICHAEL
Probably... Thanks.
The Clerk smiles as he wheels away. Michael stares at the
envelope intently, his grip crumpling the corner slightly.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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8 -
Pride and Conflict
INT. MICHAEL'S OFFICE - LATER
The office is minimalistic, with a few personal touches.
MICHAEL is on his phone while eating a turkey wrap.
CUT TO:
12.
POV: A video of a volleyball game with the caption "SHE MADE
REGIONALS!!!" In the video, a high school volleyball game is
taking place. The ball is launched high into the air by the
opposing libero before being spiked back by the middle
blocker, Michael's daughter, and ending the game. The home
crowd roars.
AMANDA
(video)
Wooooo!!! Yeah! That's my baby!
CUT BACK TO:
Michael, smiling with pride. But his joy seems to vanish
just as quickly as it had appeared. He sets his phone down.
A TEAM MEMBER knocks on his door before entering.
TEAM MEMBER
We're ready.
MICHAEL
I'll be there in a second.
The Team Member nods before exiting.
Michael eyes the Ravenwood letter on his desk for a moment
before picking it up and throwing it away as he exits his
office.
A silent beat.
Michael enters the room once more. He takes the letter out
of the bin, sliding it into his ledger as we...
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Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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9 -
Organizing Old Case Files
INT. RAVENWOOD POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY
...SOPHIA MARTINEZ (late 30s) sliding a graphic crime scene
photo into a case folder and closing it, marking it as COLD.
As she works, CHIEF MILLER (50s, stern and authoritative)
strides into the room, catching the attention of the busy
officers. He holds a stack of folders and addresses the room
with clear directives.
CHIEF MILLER
Alright team, here's the plan: any
non-violent or dismissed cases over
ten years old are to be shredded.
That should lighten our load. When
you upload files to the digital
archive, be sure to organize them by
case number and year.
(MORE)
13.
CHIEF MILLER (CONT'D)
Everything should be easily
searchable – we're not just dumping
them into a digital sink hole.
Officers nod and sigh, reluctantly accepting the gravity of
the task.
SOPHIA
Chief, what about cases with
unresolved elements or ongoing
appeals?
CHIEF MILLER
Good point, Martinez. Tag 'em with a
'Review' status. We don’t want to
lose track of anything that might
resurface.
Sophia nods, making a note of it on a post-it as several
officers start unloading boxes of old records into the
office.
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Sophia standing in front of a scanner with a stack of
records at her feet, feeding them into the scanner one sheet
at a time. The mechanical whir of surrounding scanners is
deafening.
ROWLANDS (early 40's) is hunched over his scanner, huffing
in defeat.
ROWLANDS
We're gonna be here all night. Might
as well set up camp.
SOPHIA
Right? And on the night I finally
planned to see the outside world.
ROWLANDS
Do you smell bullshit? I smell
bullshit.
SOPHIA
(correcting)
Fine, I was going to finalize my
plans to see the outside world.
ROWLANDS
Basically, another night spent in
your "thinking chair?"
14.
SOPHIA
Fuck you, it's a great chair. Pure
leather.
ROWLANDS
Looked like pleather to me.
SOPHIA
Exactly. Pure leather: "pleather."
We're saying the same thing,
Rowlands.
ROWLANDS
(chuckling)
Ok well, cancel your plan to have
plans and we can go grab some dinner.
Change of scenery might do us both
good.
SOPHIA
Tempting, but I'm gonna have to take
a raincheck. How about we do a lunch
run tomorrow? My treat.
Rowlands nods, but it's clear he's slightly disappointed.
ROWLANDS
(switching gears)
You hear about Hutchens nearly
fumbling the interrogation on the
O'Reilly case?
SOPHIA
Hutchens couldn't get piss out of a
boot if the instructions were on the
heel, let alone a confession out of
anyone.
They share a laugh together.
Sophia's smile quickly drops when she sees the box next to
Rowlands' feet:
"MARSHALL, ETHAN
Case # - RW20030403"
ROWLANDS
(still laughing)
I swear, you couldn't toast a pop
tart with the heat he was putting on
'em.
15.
Sophia doesn't seem to hear him, her eyes fixed on the box.
It takes her a moment to snap back to the present.
SOPHIA
You know what... switch me.
ROWLANDS
Switch?
SOPHIA
(duh)
As in... I move there, you move here.
Rowlands seems genuinely confused, but complies. He looks at
her stack of boxes compared to his.
ROWLANDS
But... you're already halfway done.
SOPHIA
I got a rythym going. Besides, you
know I don't have any plans tonight.
Might as well do something
productive.
ROWLANDS
Fair enough. I owe you one, Martinez.
SOPHIA
(smiling)
I'll add it to your tab.
Rowlands gives a nod, still a bit puzzled, but deciding not
to press it further.
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Genres:
["Crime","Mystery","Drama"]
Ratings
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10 -
A Rushed Encounter
INT. RPD LOBBY - NIGHT
SOPHIA slings her messenger bag over her shoulder as she
badges herself out and walks with hurried steps. TRACEY
(late 50s), the receptionist, takes notice as Sophia nearly
whizzes past her desk.
TRACEY
Whoo! We in a hurry, Speed Racer?
Sophia stops but her momentum carries her forward slightly.
She adjusts her demeanor to avoid suspicion.
SOPHIA
Tailor closes in an hour. Gotta pick
up my dress.
16.
TRACEY
Oh, big date coming up? Night at the
opera?
SOPHIA
(yikes)
High school reunion.
TRACEY
Fun! You thinking of bringing anyone?
SOPHIA
Why? You doing anything?
TRACEY
(laughing)
Lord, no! One was enough for me. But
don't let me keep you.
SOPHIA
Night, Tracey.
TRACEY
G'night, hun.
Tracey buzzes her out and Sophia picks up the pace again.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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11 -
Burning Secrets
EXT. RPD PARKING LOT - CONT'D
Despite the empty lot, save for a few patrol vehicles,
Sophia checks for onlookers while booking it to her car.
Once in, she tosses her messenger bag in the passenger side
with a noticeably weighted thud before starting the engine
and peeling out.
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INT. SOPHIA'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (2023)
Sophia sits solemnly by the fireplace in her cheap pleather
thinking chair. All is quiet, save for the crackling of the
fire. She pulls the Ethan Marshall file out of her bag, her
expression contemplative.
She opens the file, scanning over the details, photos, and
notes. Each piece seems to weigh heavily on her. With a deep
breath, she closes the file and tosses it into the flames.
We focus briefly on Sophia's face, illuminated by the
firelight, as she watches the file burn.
17.
EASE IN on the flames consuming the paper. The embers
crackle and pop as we...
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Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
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12 -
Desperate Standoff at Ravenwood High School Library
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - LIBRARY - DAY (2003)
...the cracking of wood mixed with the animalistic grunts of
ETHAN MARSHALL as he's throwing the full weight of his body
against the library doors.
The scene is tense and chaotic. A young SOPHIA, along with
several other students and the librarian, are desperately
trying to hold the library doors shut as Ethan tries to
force his way in. The fear is palpable.
LIBRARIAN
(terrified)
The keys... my desk! I can't...!
Sophia, despite her fear, looks around quickly, her mind
racing. She spots the rows of bookshelves.
SOPHIA
(shouting)
Move!
One student, spurred by Sophia's urgency, assists in pushing
over the bookshelves.
The other students and the Librarian move away at the last
possible second. The loud crash echoes as the shelves fall
in front of the door, buying them some precious time.
LIBRARIAN
(quickly)
Tables and desks! Wedge them against
the door!
The students work frantically, dragging furniture to
barricade the door. The sound of Ethan's attempts to enter
grows more desperate and violent, but the makeshift
barricade holds.
Sophia looks around at the other students, their faces
marked by terror and disbelief.
Suddenly, a horrible CRACK is heard, causing several
students to scream. Ethan is now using his maul to split and
splinter away the doors.
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18.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
13 -
Tragedy Strikes Ravenwood High School
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY - CONT'D (2003)
The hallway is eerily quiet, save for Ethan's guttural
grunts and relentless strikes. RACHEL NGUYEN lies dead at
his feet.
KEVIN ANDERSON, panicked and breathless, is hiding behind a
row of lockers, looking for an escape or a place to hide. He
quickly but quietly darts from one side of the hallway to
the other, trying the handles to several rooms only to find
them locked.
Between strikes, Ethan hears the rattling of doorknobs and
turns to face Kevin. There's a brief, horrifying moment of
eye contact before Kevin launches into a sprint, screaming
as he approaches a classroom door.
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INT - RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - CONT'D (2003)
ALEX HARPER, among other terrified students, are all huddled
away from the barricaded door, following lockdown
procedures. Kevin's pleads grow more desperate as he pounds
at kicks at the door.
KEVIN (O.S.)
(crying)
Help! Please! Open the door! Open the
fucking door! Please, help me!
The pain of making the impossible choice to not open the
door is visible on Alex's face. He closes his eyes and
covers his ears to block out Kevin's pleas.
We focus on the door as Ethan's rapidly approaching
footsteps are heard and Kevin stops banging. For a briefly
infinite moment, all is silent.
KEVIN (O.S.)
(begging)
WAIT!
CLOSE UP of Alex's face as he hears the fatal blow.
ALEX'S POV: A puddle of blood is pooling into the classroom
from underneath the door.
Alex's eyes remain fixed on the puddle of blood as another
voice begins to reign us in from the harrowing scene:
19.
ALEX (O.S.)
(narrating)
"Jonathan's heart pounded, a lone
drum in the silence of the shadowed
corridors. Muffled pleas seeped
through the walls, each an apparition
of their own. He moved silently among
whispers of the past. Then,
stillness..."
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Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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14 -
Captivating Reading
INT. BOOKSTORE - NIGHT (2023)
ALEX (late 30s) stands at the podium, reading from his
latest horror novel. His voice is steady, drawing the rapt
audience into the fictional world he's created. His face is
a complex tapestry of creative detachment and perhaps the
faintest trace of catharsis.
ALEX (CONT'D)
(narrating)
"...Jonathan’s realization was stark:
True horror lay not in the unseen
menace prowling the shadows, but in
the silent scream of his own soul,
paralyzed by a moment forged in the
dark - where every second echoes
through time in a single choice."
As he closes the book, the audience erupts into applause.
Alex forces a polite smile, but his eyes betray the true
toll this fabled recollection has taken on him.
Genres:
["Horror","Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
15 -
A Surprising Call
INT. BOOKSTORE - LATER (2023)
ALEX is now at a table, signing books for a line of fans. He
keeps each interaction brief.
FAN #1
Your stories got me through such a
tough time in high school. Could you
make it out to Ellie?
ALEX
(smiling)
Of course. I'm glad my books were
able to help, given their subject
matter.
The fan laughs just a little too hard. He signs the book,
handing it back with a warm smile. She leaves, visibly
touched.
20.
FAN #2
(excited)
I've read all your books! The way you
write fear... it's like I'm living
it.
ALEX
Thank you. Who should I make this out
to?
As he interacts, his publicist, JANE, approaches, phone in
hand.
JANE
(quietly)
Alex, you have a call.
ALEX
Can you take a message? I'm kinda
swamped right now.
JANE
It's Chris Jensen.
Alex's pen stops mid-signature. His demeanor shifts from
professional to something more personal, caught between
surprise and a less defined emotion.
ALEX
Chris?
JANE
He says it's important.
Alex looks at the line of fans, then back at Jane. He's
torn, the name clearly bringing back a flood of memories.
After a moment's hesitation, he stands up.
ALEX
(to FANS)
Excuse me, everyone. I'll be right
back. Please, hold the line.
He steps away with Jane.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
16 -
A Deadly Pursuit
INT. BOOKSTORE - BACK ROOM - CONT'D
Jane holds the phone out to Alex, and he takes it with a
slightly trembling hand.
JANE
I'll give you a moment.
21.
She steps back out, offering his fans reassuring words to
placate them. Alex raises the phone to his ear, taking a
moment to himself before speaking.
ALEX
(into phone)
Hello?
CUT TO BLACK
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - ART ROOM - DAY (2003)
The room is a chaotic mess.
Amidst the wreckage of scattered art supplies and overturned
desks, a terrified EVA frantically throws anything within
reach at ETHAN MARSHALL as he approaches.
She narrowly dodges a savage swing of his splitting maul,
but it grazes her arm, drawing a sharp gasp of pain.
Scrambling for distance, her feet slip on paint spilled
across the linoleum floor.
Her fear suddenly turns to desperate courage. She grabs a
stool, swinging it as hard as she can. It connects with
Ethan, buying her a precious moment.
She dashes for the door, but Ethan's hand snakes out,
catching her by the hair. He yanks her back, and she hits
the floor with the full weight of her body.
Stunned and breathless, Eva stares up in horror as Ethan
raises the maul high above her. She uses the last of her air
to scream as he brings it down on her head and we...
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Horror"]
Ratings
Scene
17 -
Eva's Struggle to Ground Herself
INT. EVA'S BEDROOM - NIGHT (2023)
...Eva waking up with a start, her hand flying out
defensively in front of her.
It was all just a dream.
The room is dark and still. Meanwhile, her breathing remains
panicked as she struggles to ground herself in the present
reality.
She slides out of bed and bolts down her darkened hallway.
CUT TO:
22.
INT. EVA'S BATHROOM - NIGHT (CONT'D)
Eva stands in front of the mirror, visibly shaken. She takes
deep breaths, trying to steady herself.
EVA
(stammering)
Five... five things...
Her eyes dart around to familiar objects: the shower
curtain, the hand towel, a potted plant, a tube of
toothpaste, and her own anxious reflection.
EVA
Four...
She touches the countertop, the towel, the plant, and the
sink knob, each contact helping to ground her.
EVA
Three...
She listens intently to the hum of the lights, the faucet’s
drip, and her own steady breathing.
Eva turns the faucet on and splashes cold water on her face,
washing away the remnants of fear. She opens the mirror
cabinet to retrieve a bottle:
SERAPHEX (HEXANOCTOLAM) - 150MG
She swallows a pill with water from the tap, her reflection
now calmer.
Turning off the light, Eva leaves the bathroom, the
immediate panic subsiding.
Genres:
["Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
18 -
Uncertain Reunion
INT. EVA SANDERS' HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT (CONT'D)
Eva's steps are steady but cautious as she makes her way
back to her bedroom. The hallway is dark and quiet.
INT. EVA'S BEDROOM - (CONT'D)
Eva enters and is about to close the door when she freezes,
her eyes fixating on something in the hallway.
EVA'S POV: a DARK FIGURE stands at the end of the hallway,
almost blending into the shadows.
23.
Eva watches, motionless. The figure is still and its
features are indiscernible. After a long beat, she closes
the door, a hint of uncertainty in her movements.
Back in bed, Eva opens her laptop. The screen illuminates
the room as she opens an email: "Ravenwood High - 20 Year
Reunion."
She hesitates, her cursor hovering over the RSVP button.
EVA
(to self, whispered)
Just a place.
With a decisive click, she RSVPs "YES" and closes her
laptop. She reaches for the bedside lamp and turns it off,
plunging the screen into darkness.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
19 -
Reflections of the Past
INT. JASMINE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT (2023)
From the same darkness, the door opens to reveal Jasmine,
tired and slightly disheveled. She flicks the light on and
steps into her apartment: modest but a bit unkempt - a clear
sign of a prioritized work life.
Jasmine drops her keys on a cluttered table near the door
and heads straight to the kitchen.
INT. KITCHEN - (CONT'D)
She opens the fridge and grabs a beer, popping off the cap.
With a deep sigh, she takes a long swig, her eyes closing
momentarily as she savors the brief respite.
INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER
Jasmine sits on the couch, setting a large cardboard box
labeled OLD SHIT on the coffee table.
She rummages through the box, finding old photographs,
medals, and mementos. Her fingers finally find the Ravenwood
High School yearbook, class of '03. She pauses for a moment
while taking in the cover. The mascot, a large red corvid,
stares intensely into the distance. Underneath it is the
school motto:
"ABOVE ALL, WE RISE"
As Jasmine flips through the pages, her eyes linger on
photos of her younger self, her friends, and moments long
past.
24.
A folded drama program for "The Crucible" slips out from
between the pages. Jasmine's gaze hardens slightly. She
opens the program, and we see a photo of her and LIAM BROOKS
(17) in character, a snapshot of a life that feels like
someone else's.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
20 -
Excitement and Disappointment in the Drama Room
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - DRAMA ROOM - DAY (2003)
The drama room is alive with the energy of excited students.
Jasmine, Liam, and other students chat animatedly.
MRS. HENDERSON, the drama teacher, bursts in with
enthusiasm, holding a small box.
MRS. HENDERSON
Behold! The fruits of our labor!
The students crowd around, eager to get their hands on a
program. There's a flurry of activity as they laugh at each
other's photos and show off their own.
Jasmine and Liam look at a program together.
JASMINE
(teasing)
Jesus, so brooding. Even Daniel Day-
Lewis knew when to reign it in.
LIAM
I'm playing to the back of the house.
Maybe you should take notes.
Jasmine laughs, but her smile fades slightly as she turns
more serious.
JASMINE
So, this is it, huh? Our last play
together and Henderson picks "The
Crucible."
LIAM
(half-jokingly)
Only 'cause she shot down my pitch to
do 'Sweeney Todd,' saying it wasn't
'school appropriate'. But a teenage
girl ruining everyone's lives because
she got horny? Brilliant.
JASMINE
There goes our big break. Guess I'll
have to scout new talent at Tisch.
25.
Liam rolls his eyes.
LIAM
Good luck finding anyone else with a
five-octave range. But I'm sure
you'll shine wherever you go, Jazz.
And if all else fails, there's room
for everyone on cable access.
He smiles and takes her program, scribbling something in it
before handing it back. Jasmine reads what he wrote, her
smile returning. She playfully bumps his shoulder, and he
responds in kind.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
21 -
Desperate Attempt to Save Liam
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - DRAMA ROOM - THE DAY OF (2003)
It's eerily quiet, save for the sound of Jasmine's panicked
breathing. Liam lies in front of her, a fatal chest wound
bleeding profusely.
Jasmine kneels beside him, frantic, attempting first aid
with trembling hands. Liam's eyes are glazed, his breaths
shallow.
JASMINE
(desperate)
Liam! Liam, stay with me! Please!
We're getting you help! Just stay
awake! Stay awake! Please! LIAM!
Her voice breaks, echoing through the empty room.
CUT BACK TO:
INT. JASMINE'S APARTMENT - EVENING (2023)
Jasmine, as we left her, holding the program.
CLOSE UP of the note Liam wrote for her all those years ago:
"Don't forget me when you're famous! -Liam"
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, attempting to pull
herself back to the present. Her eyes are wet with unshed
tears as she carefully places the program back into the box.
Jasmine's fingers find her old BRACELET with comedy-tragedy
mask charms dangling from it. She gazes at it wistfully.
After a long beat, she slips it back onto her wrist.
26.
She pulls out her phone, clicking on the notification she
received earlier: "Ravenwood High - 20 Year Reunion." She
hits a button before setting her phone down.
Jasmine lies back on the couch and takes a sip from her
beer. She stares at the ceiling, contemplating her decision
while fiddling with her bracelet charms.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller","Horror"]
Ratings
Scene
22 -
Dinner Table Tension
INT. LAWSON FAMILY HOME - DINING ROOM - EVENING (2023)
The Lawson family is gathered around the dinner table, the
atmosphere celebratory but casual.
AMANDA
Coach told me you're a shoo-in for
captain next year! Isn't that
exciting?
EMILY
Oh my God, don't jinx it. Let's worry
about making nationals first.
AMANDA
Oh, c'mon. Let me brag about you.
Michael, however, seems distant, barely engaging in the
conversation. His gaze is fixed absently on his plate. His
wife and daughter's voices fade into the distance as he's
pulled into his own mind.
CUT TO:
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL CAFETERIA - DAY (2003)
Michael is on the cafeteria floor, severely injured, his
shoulder gashed and bleeding. Next to him lies TYLER REED
with a caved-in skull. His empty eyes stare back at Michael,
who watches helplessly as ETHAN MARSHALL makes his exit,
leaving chaos in his wake.
EMILY (O.S.)
Besides, everything I got, I got from
dad. Right, dad?
CUT BACK TO:
27.
INT. LAWSON FAMILY HOME - DINING ROOM - EVENING (2023)
AMANDA
(jokingly offended)
Hold up, now. I was quite the gymnast
back in college. Your father wasn't
the only star athlete. Tell her,
babe.
Snapped back to the present by Amanda's voice, Michael
responds without really hearing the question.
MICHAEL
(absently)
Yeah, nationals. That's... that's
great, Em. I'm really proud of you.
Emily and Amanda exchange a look, sensing his detachment.
The lively chatter fades, replaced by an awkward silence as
the family continues their meal.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
23 -
High School Reunion Invitation
INT. LAWSON FAMILY HOME - KITCHEN - LATER (2023)
Michael and Amanda are quietly cleaning up after dinner. The
atmosphere is tense but routine. Michael washes dishes, his
movements automatic, while Amanda puts away leftovers.
After a prolonged silence, Amanda breaks the quiet.
AMANDA
What's going on with you tonight? You
seem off.
Michael pauses, his back still turned to her.
MICHAEL
(dismissively)
It's just work stuff. Don't worry
about it.
Amanda frowns, not convinced.
AMANDA
(firmly)
Don't treat me like I'm stupid,
Michael. I know when something's up.
Just talk to me.
28.
Frustrated, Michael drops the dish he's holding into the
sink with a loud CLANK, then wipes his hands on a towel and
walks out of the kitchen abruptly. Amanda is left standing
alone, disappointment and heartbreak clear across her face.
Moments later, Michael returns, holding an envelope. He
hands it to Amanda without a word. She looks at it,
recognizing the embossed high school crest, and instantly
understands.
Amanda carefully opens the letter and quickly scans its
contents. Her expression changes as she reads.
AMANDA
It's an invitation... to your 20-year
reunion.
Michael returns to doing the dishes in a bid to work out his
frustration on a dirty pot.
MICHAEL
I couldn't even bring myself to open
it... but I figured it was something
like that.
Amanda looks at him with empathy in her eyes. She places the
letter on the counter and hugs him from behind.
AMANDA
It's ok not to be ok with this. And
you know you don't have to brave it
alone. If you need to talk, or if you
want to just sit here in silence,
I'll be right here.
Michael absorbs her words with a mix of appreciation and
pain in his eyes. He doesn't speak but instead turns to
reciprocate her embrace. The heavy silence that follows is
filled with an unspoken understanding.
Michael checks the time on the oven display: 08:12PM
MICHAEL
I'm gonna go for a drive. Clear my
head. Need anything while I'm out?
AMANDA
I'm ok.
They share a brief kiss before Michael leaves. We hear the
jingle of keys followed by the opening and shutting of the
front door.
29.
Amanda sighs. She turns to look in the sink to see all the
dirty dishes meticulously stacked and organized. Even loose
utensils are all facing the same direction.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
24 -
Finding Healing and Hope: A Support Group Session
INT. MICHAEL'S CAR - NIGHT (2023)
Michael pulls into the parking lot of an office complex.
He parks, turning off the engine and sitting in silence,
watching as other people file in through the front door.
A GROUP LEADER is ushering people through. He's barely
audible through the car windows
GROUP LEADER
(to arrivals)
Welcome... welcome. Yes, just
straight ahead and make a left. Hi,
welcome.
Michael silences his phone before exiting the car.
INT. OFFICE COMPLEX - NIGHT (2023)
A SUPPORT GROUP is being held in one of the conference
rooms. A sign taped to a partition reads:
R.E.A.C.H (Recovery and Empowerment After Chronic Hardship)
SUPPORT GROUP
The session is waiting to begin. Several attendees are
scattered, grabbing coffee, donuts, and mingling.
Michael enters, seemingly less ill-at-ease than he was at
home. He even smiles and waves to a few familiar faces.
MICHAEL
(to ATTENDEES)
Hey. Good to see ya.
CUT TO:
SOME TIME LATER
Everyone is seated. A YOUNG MAN (no older than 20) is in the
middle of his story, himself in shambles, as everyone else
listens attentively.
YOUNG MAN
(through tears)
...and it's like I'm living in a
completely different country.
(MORE)
30.
YOUNG MAN (CONT'D)
Even though nothing's changed about
school or my friends, I feel like I'm
surrounded by strangers. And I can't
talk to them about it because they
can't understand. Not that I'd want
them to - no one should feel like
this - but I know the most I'll ever
get from them is pity.
Michael's eyes drift away from the young man, as if to avoid
seeing himself in his story.
CUT TO:
A FEW MINUTES LATER
GROUP LEADER
(to EVERYONE)
We have enough time for one more, if
anybody else would like to speak.
A long beat.
GROUP LEADER
Anybody at all. The floor is yours.
Michael starts to raise his hand, but immediately retracts.
He pauses and decides to continue:
MICHAEL
My name is Michael.
GROUP
Hi, Michael.
Michael gives a polite smile.
MICHAEL
I've been to a couple of these in the
past. Stopped a few weeks back.
Figured I got what I needed from
them, but today... I received an
invitation to my high school reunion.
One of the REGULAR ATTENDEES lets out an empathetic sigh
almost involuntarily, indicating she's aware of what this
means for him.
A few newcomers look confused at her reaction, straining to
find sympathy for Michael's innocuous scenario.
31.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
(noticing)
For those of you who weren't here
last time: I'm a survivor of the
Ravenwood High School Massacre. I
won't bore you with all the details,
but long story short: I was attacked.
Took an axe right to the shoulder.
He reflectively mimes the gesture onto the front of his left
shoulder.
MICHAEL
Ended up passing out from the blood
loss. And when I woke up, I had lost
both my friends and my future. I was
going to have a full ride through
college. But the nature of my injury
meant I couldn't play anymore. And
after years of physical therapy, I
finally got some movement back. Check
it out...
He smiles as he raises his left arm in the air. Not very
high, but high enough, you wouldn't notice there were any
issues; something he's clearly proud of.
MICHAEL
The funerals were all back to back.
Ended up overlapping with prom so the
school decided to just refund
everyone's tickets. And from what I
heard, graduation wrapped up pretty
quick. I was still recovering, so Mom
had to pick up my diploma for me.
His voice trails off, a distant look in his eyes. The room
is silent, everyone's attention fixed on him.
MICHAEL
You know, I don't think I ever
thanked her for doing that. All that
time, she was just... there. Taking
care of everything.
His voice breaks, the weight of the realization hitting him.
MICHAEL
(tearfully)
I was just a kid, wrapped up in my
own pain. And she... she was carrying
the weight of it all. Chasing away
reporters and picking up my diploma.
Can you imagine what that must've
been like?
(MORE)
32.
MICHAEL (CONT'D)
Wanting to be proud of your son when
someone else's kid is dead? And I
never even asked her. Even after I
became a parent, I didn't...
The thought finally breaks him open.
The GROUP LEADER offers a reassuring hand on the shoulder as
Michael sobs it out.
After some breathing, Michael wipes away the tears and makes
an embarrassed "blah" face.
Some of the other group members force a chuckle, but it's
clear his story has impacted them.
MICHAEL
(to YOUNG MAN)
Like you said, who do we talk to? Who
could ever really understand?
Sometimes, I think, maybe it would
have been easier if they just pitied
me. At least pity doesn't ask for
details.
(to EVERYONE)
When the documentary came out,
suddenly everyone wanted to know.
Friends, dates, coworkers... all of
them wanting to get the real story.
All of them trying to figure out how
to ask the questions without asking.
All of them waiting... to just eat
themselves sick on this horrible
moment in my life.
There's a heavy silence as the weight of his words hang in
the air.
Michael takes a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes slowly
moving across the faces in the room, reconnecting with his
surroundings. He swallows hard, visibly gathering himself.
Around him, the group members show various reactions. Some
nod in understanding, others look down, others visibly
moved. A few offer small, encouraging smiles. The atmosphere
is thick with empathy and shared pain.
The GROUP LEADER leans in.
GROUP LEADER
Thank you for sharing that, Michael.
It takes immense courage to reopen
old wounds to new people.
33.
He pauses, giving space for Michael's words to settle,
acknowledging the gravity of his experience.
GROUP LEADER
You mentioned your high school
reunion...
Michael looks up, slightly confused, as if he'd forgotten he
mentioned it.
MICHAEL
Yeah?
GROUP LEADER
Have you thought about going? Your
former classmates... they were there
too. They lost just as much as you.
Michael's expression shifts to one of contemplation.
MICHAEL
Maybe more.
GROUP LEADER
And maybe they need to hear they're
not alone in it either.
Michael nods slowly, the idea settling in. He looks around
the room, seeing nods of agreement and encouragement from
others.
The GROUP LEADER looks at the clock. They're a little over
time.
GROUP LEADER
(To MICHAEL)
You wanna lead us out this time?
Michael takes a deep breath and smiles reassuringly.
MICHAEL
Sure. Why not?
Everyone in the group stands in unison and joins hands.
Michael takes a moment to make sure everyone is ready before
commencing the mantra:
MICHAEL
"Together we share, in strength we
stand..."
34.
EVERYONE (CONT'D)
(together)
"I am worthy of rest and deserving of
peace. I am healing, even when I'm
hurting. I am safe. I am loved. I am
home."
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
25 -
Knocking in the Night
INT. ALEX HARPER'S LOFT - NIGHT (2023)
The loft is cluttered and dimly lit, with walls covered in
bookshelves, horror memorabilia, and kitschy oddities.
ALEX sits at his desk, engulfed in shadow, his face
illuminated by the laptop screen.
CLOSE UP of the laptop screen, with the title reading:
'ONLY ECHOES IN THE END'
He types a few words, pauses, and then hits 'delete.' He
leans back in frustration, runs his fingers through his
hair, and leans forward again.
The cursor blinks mockingly on a nearly blank document. He
sighs, rubs his eyes, and starts typing once more.
Suddenly, a KNOCK at the door.
Alex glances up, annoyed. The knocking continues, persistent
and rhythmic. He shakes his head, trying to ignore it, but
it grows LOUDER. Aggravated, Alex stands up and storms to
the door.
INT. ALEX HARPER'S LOFT - HALLWAY (CONT'D)
Alex swings open the door, ready to confront the disturber,
but finds the hallway DESERTED. No trace of anyone.
Bewildered and unnerved, he scans the empty space, then
shuts the door quickly, securing the chain.
INT. ALEX HARPER'S LOFT - (CONT'D)
Back at his desk, Alex tries to regain his focus.
The relentless knocking begins anew, more forceful than
before. He slams his fists on the desk, yelling towards the
door...
35.
ALEX
(Shouting)
Stop!!!
...and the banging stops.
Alex, breathing heavily, approaches the door and peers
through the peephole. The hallway is eerily silent.
Alex's phone RINGS, but he lets it go to voicemail, keeping
his eyes fixed on the door.
JANE
(voicemail)
Alex, it's Jane. I wanted to talk to
you about the tour dates. I can move
some stuff around to accommodate the
reunion if you end up changing your
mind...
Suddenly, the banging returns - far more violent and
desperate than before. Alex stumbles back in horror as the
banging grows more frantic. Whatever is on the other side is
nearly breaking the hinges off the door just to get in.
Blood starts seeping underneath the door, pooling into the
loft.
DISTORTED, INHUMAN VOICES cry out from the other side.
VOICES
(screaming)
W̫̞ Aͣ i̶ T͔̙͚ !!!
Panicked, Alex ducks behind the kitchen island, closing his
eyes and covering his ears. Jane's voice continues in the
background, oblivious to the terror unfolding.
JANE
(voicemail)
...think it'll be great for you. Who
knows? Might even boost your sales.
Suddenly, the chaos stops. No more banging, no blood, just
Jane's voice wrapping up.
JANE
(voicemail)
Let me know what you decide, okay?
Talk soon!
Alex slowly opens his eyes. The loft is quiet and normal. He
hesitates when standing, watching the door more intently
than ever.
36.
When he's sure that whatever just happened is truly
finished, he moves back to his desk, his expression shell-
shocked.
He sits down, takes a deep breath, and looks at his laptop.
Determined, he presses and holds the delete key
CLOSE UP of his words vanishing in the reflection of his
glasses.
Slowly, Alex's fingers hover over the keyboard.
BIRDSEYE of the keyboard as he types in the new title for
his book:
R-A-V-E-N-W-O-O-D
CLOSE UP of the 'enter' key as Alex finishes typing, hitting
it as we...
CUT TO:
TITLE CARD: ALUMNI
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
26 -
Commanding Presence
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL GYMNASIUM - AFTERNOON (2023)
The gym is abuzz with pre-reunion hustle. CHRIS JENSEN (late
30s) enters the gym, his presence alone commanding
attention.
CHRIS
(to TEAM)
Heads up: we got four hours till
people start showing up, which means
you have two hours to finish and get
the fuck out! Ándale!
Chris directs each department of his crew with razor-sharp
precision while moving a million miles a minute. We're
hardly able to keep pace with the frenetic energy he's
generating.
CHRIS
(to LIGHTING)
Dave, adjust the angle on the gobos.
They're still off center. Actually,
radio Tony and see if he has any
halogen bulbs. School crest needs to
be real bright and proud – it's our
beacon of hope for Christ's sake.
(to SOUND)
Liz, tweak the mids on the EQ for
clarity. I don't want another
feedback incident like the Fielder
bar mitzvah.
(MORE)
37.
CHRIS (CONT'D)
We're lucky people even decided to
come at all. Let's try not to scare
them off.
Chris stops to inspect the tables, rubbing a corner of the
tablecloth between his fingers. He gestures to TINA, a
member of his decor crew, to join him in his inspection.
CHRIS
Tina, I asked for 300-thread-count
Egyptian because I need these tables
to whisper elegance. This is
screaming, "Dollar Store." Take them
back.
TINA
All of them?! We don't have time!
CHRIS
Take a breath. We'll keep the black
ones. It'll be easier to negotiate an
exchange if we only trade in a few.
TINA
They're not going to exchange
anything. We already took them out of
the packaging.
CHRIS
Let me show you something, a bit of a
trade secret...
Chris lifts a corner of the tablecloth, scanning it for
something we don't see quite yet.
CHRIS
See this thread here?
He points to a thread in the weaving that's only slightly
thicker than the rest.
CHRIS
I call this the "artery." Give it a
little nick...
He picks at the artery until it loosens enough for him to
yank it out. As soon as he does, every other thread in the
weave begins to unravel.
CHRIS
...and the poor thing just bleeds
out.
38.
He hands her the fraying fabric.
CHRIS
When you're done with the rest of
them, go back and demand a refund.
Claim you were sold defective product
and don't take 'no' for an answer.
When it looks like the salesperson is
about to cry, casually suggest an
exchange. I want 300-thread when you
get back. And see if you can't find
them in burgundy. I want a more
mature red.
Tina nods and gets to work on destroying the other
tablecloths while Chris continues without missing a beat.
CHRIS
(into his walkie-talkie)
Mike, dial in the LEDs to a warmer
hue. It looks like a grocery store
milk aisle in here. It needs to look
more like someone's memory. Over.
MIKE (O.S.)
Copy. You want that "golden hour"
shit again? Over.
CHRIS
(smiling)
You know how I like it. Over and out.
A short beat.
The lights begin to shift in color, resembling that of a
Venice Beach sunset.
CHRIS
(to self)
Perfect.
Chris is going over the confirmed guest list when his
assistant manager, Keith, approaches him, looking anxious.
KEITH
Chris, the caterers are here... in
the parking lot.
CHRIS
(shocked)
What the fuck do you mean 'the
caterers are here'? They're not
supposed to be here till seven!
39.
KEITH
I don't know what to tell you.
They're here now.
Chris's frustration is palpable. He takes a moment to
compose himself before heading out.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Horror","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
27 -
Catering Chaos
EXT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL PARKING LOT - (CONT'D)
Chris and the LEAD CATERER are at an impasse, both in the
midst of a heated argument, surrounded by catering supplies
and food.
CHRIS
(exasperated)
No! This is unacceptable! You can't
just show up hours early and expect
us to be ready. Where am I supposed
to store all this?
LEAD CATERER
Listen, we just follow the schedule
we're given. If there was a mix-up,
that wasn't us. We just move the
product.
CHRIS
I have nowhere to keep it! The guests
won't arrive for hours, it'll spoil
by then!
LEAD CATERER
I get it, man! It sucks. Again,
that's not us. But we've got other
clients today. The best I can do is
have the supplier refund you for the
inconvenience.
CHRIS
A refund isn't going to feed our
guests! You are ruining an event
twenty fucking years in the making!
LEAD CATERER
(firm)
My hands are tied here! Do you want
this shit or not?! I need an answer!
CHRIS
Fine! Fucking refund it! I'll just
order a pizza! At least a fucking
pizza shows up on time!
40.
LEAD CATERER
Oh, fuck you!
CHRIS
Fuck you and your family, bitch!
Keith steps between them just as the tension reaches its
peak, attempting to diffuse the situation.
KEITH
(to CHRIS)
Stop, man! Take a walk. I got this.
Keith takes the Lead Caterer aside while Chris is losing his
mind. He sits on the steps, hanging his head in defeat.
KEITH (O.S.)
I apologize for that, I understand
these things happen sometimes. Is
there any way...
Keith's voice fades away as a look of realization dawns on
Chris' face.
CHRIS
I know what to do. I know what to do!
Keith and the Lead Caterer turn to Chris, both looking
confused at his sudden change in demeanor.
CHRIS
(to LEAD CATERER)
So sorry about my outburst earlier.
My father was a mean drunk and I
forgot to take my meds this morning.
No refund is needed. Drop the shit
off, and we'll take care of it
ourselves. Please and thank you.
(to KEITH)
Go inside and grab anyone who looks
like they're pretending to do
something. I've got a plan.
CUT TO BLACK
Genres:
["Horror","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
28 -
Tensions Rise in the Catacombs
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - CATACOMBS (LATER)
Light slices through the darkness as Chris lifts the heavy
metal hatch, revealing a flight of stairs leading further
into darkness.
Chris and Keith both turn on their flashlights and peer into
the concrete tunnel below. Keith is immediately put off.
41.
KEITH
Absolutely not. What the hell is
this?
CHRIS
Emergency escape tunnels the school
had built during the Cold War. Leads
to a lot of different areas around
the school. We called them the
"Catacombs." Real easy to get turned
around down here. Especially if
you're a shit-faced teenager.
(to TEAM)
Follow me.
Chris and several CREW MEMBERS holding trays of food descend
the staircase into the damp darkness.
He leads them through the catacombs' maze-like passageways.
Their flashlights cast eerie shadows on the mildewed walls,
only adding to the already oppressive atmosphere.
CHRIS
Cafeteria shouldn't be too far. Watch
your step.
The claustrophobic tunnels amplify every sound, making the
crew visibly tense. Keith nervously fiddles with his
flashlight, which flickers intermittently.
KEITH
Not this shit...
CREW MEMBER
Maybe the spirits are trying to
communicate with you.
KEITH
(sarcastic)
Oh wow. That's real funny. You're a
fucking hoot and a half.
The CREW MEMBER laughs, tensions easing slightly. Suddenly,
Keith's flashlight dies completely.
KEITH
Goddammit!
CREW MEMBER
(ghostly whisper)
Giivvee us your skiiinnn!
KEITH
Shut up!
42.
Keith gives the flashlight a hard SMACK and the light
returns. He gives it a shake for good measure and the
flickering stops.
CREW MEMBER
Awww, guess they decided you're too
ashy after all.
The beam of Chris’s flashlight briefly highlights an old
inscription carved into the wall:
T+N
Chris glances at it, a momentary hint of recognition in his
eyes, but he quickly refocuses on the path ahead.
As they reach an intersection, Chris hesitates, scrutinizing
each path. His confident stride falters slightly.
CHRIS
(whispered)
Shit...
He shines the light toward the ceiling, trying to envision
the layout of the school above through a series of snaking
pipes.
A sudden, distant sound of FOOTSTEPS echoes through the
catacombs. A wave of apprehension washes over the crew.
KEITH
The fuck was that?!
CHRIS
Calm down. Probably just some rats.
CREW MEMBER
(unnerved)
More like some bullshit.
KEITH
Nope. Not worth it. I'm out.
CHRIS
(snapping)
Shut up! Both of you, just shut the
fuck up! This place is old! Old
places... make noise. Could be pipes,
rats, or the actual fucking devil. I
don't give a shit! I will leave you
with whatever's skittering around
down here before I waste a grand's
worth of good shrimp!
(MORE)
43.
CHRIS (CONT'D)
So, untuck your nuts and start
walking with some goddamn purpose!
The crew stands frozen, Chris's outburst echoing off the
walls.
KEITH
Say 'please.'
CHRIS
I will scalp you.
KEITH
(firm)
Listen, I've put up with a lot of
your shit over the years. Mostly
because you pay decently enough, and
sometimes, it's funny to watch you
unravel. And I get what this event
means to you. But you've been driving
us to the brink for the last month,
demanding it be done your way. So if
I'm gonna die trying to help you,
it'll be on the grounds of you
showing some basic fucking decency
for once.
Silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant
dripping of water. Chris, the tension visible in his
posture, lets out a long breath and theatrically angles his
flashlight below his chin, the under lighting emphasizing
his "remorse."
CHRIS
(reluctantly)
Please.
KEITH
Alright then. Let's go.
The crew, tension slightly eased but still alert, falls in
step behind Chris as he confidently strides down the left
path. With the eerie sounds now a distant memory, they press
on into the winding blackness.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
29 -
Efficient Assembly and Locking Up
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA KITCHEN - LATER
The metal hatch of the catacombs grinds open as Chris and
his crew emerge into the cafeteria kitchen from below. They
are a bit disheveled but ultimately relieved.
44.
KEITH
Oh, thank God!
CHRIS
Don't start celebrating just yet.
(to CREW)
Let's get an assembly line going! Aim
for efficiency, not speed. Slow is
safe and safe is fast.
They navigate the spacious kitchen toward the industrial
refrigerators, each member taking their place in the line.
Chris takes the lead, passing trays along with a practiced
hand.
Keith, standing a few steps away in the line, watches Chris
for a moment. His expression softens from one of mere
cooperation to respect, acknowledging Chris's unexpected
participation in the grunt work. No words are exchanged, but
the message is clear.
The team works in harmony, passing trays along with rhythmic
precision; their movements a dance of coordination and
shared purpose.
SOME TIME LATER
The crew is finished loading the catering trays. The air is
filled with a sense of accomplishment as they begin
dispersing to their next tasks.
Keith, wrapping up his part, observes Chris, who is taping a
coin over the strike plate of the cafeteria doors.
KEITH
What's this about?
CHRIS
Oh, it's my latest art installation.
I call it, 'Woe to the Cowardice of
Keith.' It'll keep the latch from
catching so I won't have to mop up
the trail of piss you'd leave in the
catacombs every time we run out of
egg rolls.
Keith chuckles, rolling his eyes but not denying it.
Deciding to let Chris have his jab, he heads off for another
task.
KEITH
Alright then, MacGyver, I'll catch up
with you later.
45.
Chris watches as Keith walks away, a hint of a smile
betraying his facade.
At that moment, TINA enters, triumphantly carrying a stack
of new tablecloths, now in a rich burgundy.
TINA
(exhilarated)
You were right! They exchanged them,
no questions asked!
CHRIS
Thanks, Tina. Seriously, good work.
Tina beams at the rare praise, and Chris immediately
switches back to business mode.
CHRIS
Now quit dragging ass and get the
tables set. You're on the clock.
Tina nods and hurries down the hall towards the gymnasium.
CHRIS
(calling out)
And I want a three-three offset
flanking the dance floor by the time
I get there!
He closes the cafeteria door and opens it back up with ease.
His makeshift "lock block" is a success.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
30 -
Reflections in Ravenwood
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAYS - LATER
We follow Chris in a steady TRACKING SHOT as he strides
through the bustling hallways:
Crew members are scattered throughout, each absorbed in
their task.
Further down, from the gymnasium, we can hear the DJ testing
the sound system.
SONG: "HEARTBEATS" BY THE KNIFE
Chris passes by a team hanging up a banner:
"Welcome Back, Class of 2003!"
Balloons in school colors bob gently in the air, tethered to
banisters and doorways. Streamers are woven in latticework
geometries overhead.
46.
He passes a group meticulously arranging a photo booth,
complete with props and a backdrop of Ravenwood's iconic
landmarks.
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - GYMNASIUM - CONT'D
Chris arrives at the entrance, pausing to admire the
transformation.
Inside, tables are draped in elegant linens of black and
burgundy. Chairs are lined up neatly, each spot awaiting its
guest. A large, shimmering disco ball hangs in the center,
casting light in every direction.
Chris's attention is drawn to a corner of the room dedicated
to a memorial for the victims of the 2003 tragedy. The setup
is simple yet poignant – a series of black-and-white photos,
each framed in solemn silver, displayed on a wall of deep
maroon. Below the photos, a small plaque reads:
"Never Far From Our Thoughts - In Loving Memory"
He steps closer, his eyes tracing over each face. The camera
eases in on the picture of RACHEL NGUYEN, her smile frozen
in time, eyes bright with an unfulfilled future.
Chris lingers on her photo. The last-minute hustle of the
crew fades into a hush around him, the moment becoming
intimate and personal.
CHRIS
(smiling)
Look at me go, Rach.
A glimmer of regret plays in his eyes, a silent conversation
between the past and present. He takes a deep breath,
squares his shoulders, and turns away from the memorial.
The camera stays behind as he walks back into the heart of
the reunion setup, his figure gradually merging with the
flurry of preparations.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
31 -
Airport Arrival
EXT. AIRPORT ARRIVALS - DAY
The bustling airport sidewalk teems with travelers and
vehicles. ALEX emerges from the revolving doors, navigating
through the crowd with a duffel bag. He hails a cab, weaving
past a family saying their goodbyes and a group of excited
tourists. The CABBIE nods to him. He opens the trunk, and
Alex places his bag inside. As the trunk closes, we...
MATCH CUT TO:
47.
...MICHAEL slamming the trunk of his cab shut. He's dressed
in a crisp business casual outfit, a stark contrast to the
other airport goers. He hops in the backseat, and the cab
begins pulling out amidst a chorus of honks and shouts. The
cabbie narrowly avoids a collision with a reckless driver
and proceeds to speed off, blending into the city traffic.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
32 -
A Homecoming at the Four Seasons
INT. CAB - CONT'D
Inside the cab, Michael gazes out at the familiar streets of
his hometown, passing by landmarks and memories. The cabbie,
speaking animatedly in another language on his bluetooth
headset, glances at Michael in the rearview mirror.
Michael's phone buzzes with a text from Amanda:
Good luck. Let me know when you land. I love you.
He reads it, offering a small, reflective smile, and tucks
the phone away, turning back to the window. The cab begins
slowing down as we...
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. FOUR SEASONS HOTEL - CONT'D
...the cab pulling up to the grand entrance of the Four
Seasons Hotel. JASMINE steps out amidst a flurry of activity
- bellhops assisting guests, a concierge greeting arrivals.
She retrieves her luggage from the trunk and pays the
cabbie, who nods appreciatively, before turning to the
opulent hotel entrance.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
33 -
A Chance Encounter and a Shared Plan
INT. FOUR SEASONS LOBBY - CONT'D
Jasmine enters the lobby, a luxurious expanse of marble and
chandeliers. She joins the check-in line, her eyes briefly
wandering over the extravagant decor and busy staff. Ahead
of her, the woman at the front desk is finishing her check-
in with the DESK CLERK.
DESK CLERK
What's the name on the reservation?
EVA
Sanders. Eva.
Jasmine's attention shifts subtly to Eva, a flicker of
recognition passing over her face. After a moment of
hesitation, she steps forward.
48.
JASMINE
I'm surprised you decided to come. I
had a hard enough time convincing
myself.
Eva turns, slightly taken aback. She studies Jasmine, but
it's clear she can't place her.
EVA
(politely)
Oh, hey. Yeah, I wouldn't miss it for
the world. How've you been?
Eva's effort to feign recognition is visible. Jasmine
smiles, deciding to cut her some slack.
JASMINE
It's okay. You don't have to pretend
to remember me. Our paths never
really crossed back then. I'm
Jasmine.
Eva visibly relaxes, grateful for Jasmine's
straightforwardness.
EVA
Jasmine. Okay.
(re: self)
Eva. Sorry, it's just... a lot of
faces from those days.
JASMINE
No need to apologize. I get it.
Their exchange is tinged with an unspoken understanding.
EVA
Well, Jasmine... you ready for
tonight?
JASMINE
(candidly)
No. Not really. You?
EVA
Not at all.
They share a laugh, more out of mutual discomfort than
actual humor. It's a genuine moment, a small bridge built
over a chasm of dread.
DESK CLERK
Here's your key, Ms. Sanders. Enjoy
your stay.
49.
EVA
Thank you.
Eva nods to the Desk Clerk and then to Jasmine. Jasmine
responds in kind, taking Eva's place at the front desk to
begin her check-in process.
As Eva starts to wheel her luggage away, she wavers
momentarily before turning back to Jasmine.
EVA
Hey... Since we're both staying here,
maybe we could head there together?
It might make things...less daunting.
Jasmine looks up, a bit surprised but considering the idea.
JASMINE
Yeah, that could be good.
EVA
And if it gets to be too... you know,
we can always jump ship. Just come
back here and order some room
service?
JASMINE
(smiling)
I like that plan.
EVA
Meet you here around seven?
JASMINE
See you at seven.
Eva gives a small nod and continues toward the elevators, a
subtle sense of relief in her steps. Jasmine watches her for
a moment, then turns back to complete her check-in, the
awkwardness of their encounter softened by the prospect of
shared support.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
34 -
Sophia's Transformation
INT. SOPHIA'S BEDROOM - EVENING
CLOSE UP on a framed photo of a young Sophia with her
parents. Her hair is untamed, and her clothes more modest
than a Mormon's.
We PAN LEFT to our present-day Sophia in front of her vanity
mirror, putting the final touches on her makeup. She sports
a sophisticated up-do and is dressed in a shimmering gown -
a stark contrast to her usual unassuming work attire.
50.
She steps back, examining her look. There’s a brief
hesitation as she smooths the fabric of her dress - it's
elegant but perhaps a bit much.
She tries practicing a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach her
eyes. Adjusting an earring, she seems to be convincing
herself that this is the right choice.
She turns toward her bed, addressing someone off-camera.
SOPHIA
Well, Grandpa, what do you think?
GRANDPA, her aging basset hound, gives her a brief glance,
then looks away, unimpressed.
SOPHIA
I know. But it's too late to take it
back.
She grabs a tissue and wipes off her lipstick. One by one,
she removes the bobby pins from her hair, letting it fall
freely around her shoulders. The loose hairstyle softens her
overall appearance, balancing the glamour of her dress.
She turns to Grandpa again, seeking approval. He simply
rolls onto his side, uninterested.
SOPHIA
That's just your opinion.
Resigned to her choice, Sophia takes off her earrings. Her
look is still glamorous, but with a tempered touch - less
forced, more Sophia.
Content enough with the look, she opens the drawer to her
vanity and tosses in the earrings. She pauses as her gaze
settles on something else in the drawer - a small pistol
nestled among her belongings.
She picks it up, checks to see if it's loaded, and puts it
in her clutch. After a beat, she scoffs at the idea,
removing the pistol and placing it back in the drawer.
On her way out, she leans down to Grandpa, giving him a kiss
and a hearty ear scratch.
SOPHIA
Don't shit in my bed again, okay?
Grandpa gives a half-hearted grunt in response.
With one last look in the mirror, Sophia grabs her clutch
and leaves the room with a more confident stride.
51.
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
35 -
A Reunion's Frustration
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - FOYER - NIGHT
The school is alive with the spirit of a long-awaited
reunion. Various alumni, in a mix of modern and
nostalgically styled attire, are lost in excited chatter.
Some are overjoyed to see familiar faces once more while
others take in the moment of stepping back into their past.
Laughter blends with the thumping beats of classic early
2000s hits.
ALEX queues at the registration table. His eyes wander over
familiar faces, exchanging brief, uncertain smiles with
other passing attendees.
VOLUNTEER
Next, please!
Alex steps forward, offering a tentative smile to the young
VOLUNTEER (early 20')
VOLUNTEER
Hi, welcome back! Name?
ALEX
Alex Harper.
The Volunteer flips through an aged copy of the yearbook,
her fingers tracing over the senior photos. She frowns, not
finding Alex's face among them.
VOLUNTEER
I don't see you here. Were you in the
class picture?
ALEX
(slightly embarrassed)
No, I was sick that day.
The Volunteer’s eyebrows knit in concentration.
VOLUNTEER
Were you part of any clubs or sports?
Maybe you’re in those sections.
ALEX
I was an editor for the school paper.
She scans the pages for the school paper club, but Alex's
face is still absent. Her expression shifts to apologetic.
VOLUNTEER
I'm sorry, but without some sort of
proof, I can't let you in.
52.
Alex's frustration is palpable.
ALEX
Well, sorry, I left my diploma at
home.
VOLUNTEER
Sir, please don't snap at me. This is
just a precaution to prevent party
crashers. If you attended this
school, I'm sure someone here can
vouch for you.
Around them, whispers ripple through the crowd as people
glance over to see what the issue is.
MICHAEL, standing a few people back, observes the scene. His
face is a mask of indifference, but his eyes flicker with a
trace of recognition.
Alex and Michael's eyes meet briefly before Michael quickly
looks away, severing the connection.
ALEX
(re: MICHAEL)
Him. We had AP English together. I
helped him with his essay.
The Volunteer gestures to MICHAEL, waving him to the front
of the line.
VOLUNTEER
Could you help us out here? Do you
know this man?
Michael glances at Alex, his expression unreadable.
MICHAEL
(uneasily)
I'm sorry... I don’t.
Alex's frustration begins to mount as he attempts to jog
Michael's memory.
ALEX
(desperate)
Come on, we spent weeks on that
essay! 'Heart of Darkness'? Conrad's
symbolism? The whole point of the
river? You said Kutrz going crazy was
the only good part.
Michael hesitates, then shrugs apologetically.
53.
MICHAEL
It was a long time ago. I'm sorry.
ALEX
You can't be serious. You would've
been kicked off the team without my
help!
VOLUNTEER
(firmly)
Sir! I'm going to need you to step
aside.
The other alumni in line exchange uncomfortable glances.
Alex is left standing, a solitary figure amidst the growing
murmur of his former classmates. He steps out of the line
and the Volunteer proceeds to check in Michael.
MICHAEL
(to Volunteer)
Michael Lawson.
She scans a page of the yearbook, quickly finding his photo
and writing him a name tag.
VOLUNTEER
Sorry about that. Have fun.
Michael gives a polite smile before turning back to Alex,
who can't even bear to look at him.
MICHAEL
(sympathetically)
Good luck, man.
He heads into the gym.
CHRIS - while speaking with KEITH - notices the commotion at
the entrance and immediately moves in.
CHRIS
What's going on here?
The Volunteer hastily explains, her voice tinged with worry.
VOLUNTEER
He's not in the yearbook, and we have
no other proof he attended -
CHRIS
(interrupting)
Not everyone is going to be in the
yearbook!
(MORE)
54.
CHRIS (CONT'D)
Do you know how expensive senior
photos are? This is why I gave you a
confirmation list. Christ, do I have
to hold everyone's hand today? Get
him a goddamn name tag! Now!
The Volunteer quickly scribbles a name tag for Alex and
hands it over. Alex accepts the tag, a mix of relief and
embarrassment on his face.
Chris guides Alex into the gym, where the reunion is teeming
with energy.
CHRIS
Sorry about the shit show. You're in
the jungle now, unfortunately.
ALEX
It's fine. It's my fault for being
such a fucking ghost back then.
Chris grins, clapping Alex on the back.
CHRIS
Don't worry, I got a slideshow lined
up for later. The only thing that'll
be haunting anyone tonight is their
bold haircuts and JNCO jeans. No one
leaves here unscathed. Including you,
I'm afraid. So, go hit the open bar
and be sure grab yourself a fistful
of shrimp - I paid way too much for
it. Catch up with you later.
Chris gives him a reassuring nod, signaling their
conversation isn't over, before leaving Alex at the
threshold of the gym.
Alex takes in the scene unfolding in front of him: music,
laughter, lights, and warmth. A stark contrast to the cold
foyer.
He sticks his name tag to his lapel with a mix of
apprehension and anticipation. With a deep breath, he dives
headfirst into the past, leaving his former self at the
door.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
36 -
High School Reunion
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - GYMNASIUM - CONT'D
SONG: "WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT? (KLAAS REMIX)" by JEAN ELAN
55.
BIRDSEYE VIEW: The dance floor is a living mosaic of bodies
bumping and grinding. The pulsating lights sync with the
rhythm, casting vibrant hues over the crowd.
QUICK CUTS of old cliques taking shots, proud parents
flaunting wallet-worn photos of their kids, and a few hungry
souls ravaging the buffet spread with eager fingers.
CLOSE UP of olives tumbling into a martini filled nearly to
the brim.
EVA reaches out and grabs the drink, raising it to JASMINE.
EVA
To surviving high school and thriving
after.
JASMINE
To the teachers who inspired us...
(grinning)
...and the ones we wish had taught us
more than just calculus.
They share a knowing look and laugh. Eva spills some of her
drink as they clink glasses, and both take a healthy gulp.
We PAN away from them, following a tray of drinks being
carried by a waiter. It weaves through the jubilant crowd,
past old faces having new conversations, and ultimately
settling on Michael at the buffet table.
He is haphazardly balancing more food than can fit on his
plate when he is spotted by DAVE, a man with a receding
hairline and a build suggesting an athletic past lost to
years of beer and pizza.
DAVE
Goddamn, Lawson! Planning on mowing
down the whole table?
MICHAEL
Strategic loading. Gotta stay in game
shape.
DAVE
Got it. For a second, I thought you
were prepping for hibernation.
MICHAEL
You're one to talk. I thought you
people were supposed to be jolly?
DAVE
I have a thyroid issue, asshole!
56.
MICHAEL
Yeah, thy 'roids have failed to keep
thee in shape.
Dave gets in Michael's face, and they stare each other down.
Before the tension can mount further, they both burst out
laughing, unable to keep the front up any longer. The
camaraderie of their youth resurfaces, easy and familiar.
DAVE
Fuck! That was a good one. I'm
stealing it.
MICHAEL
How the hell you been, man?
Dave wastes no time diving into his life story, his
enthusiasm unbridled.
DAVE
Been good. Married now. I know,
right? Perpetual bachelor like me?
Now I got two kids! Can you believe
that? Anyways, moved to Silicon
Valley after college. Tech start-up,
you know how it is...
Michael nods and laughs in the right places. However, his
attention is divided. Dave doesn't seem to notice and
continues blathering on.
DAVE
...and I told them, 'Block chain's
the future, guys!' But did they
listen to me? Of course not. So, fast
forward two years...
Michael's gaze shifts across the room, locking onto Alex.
There's an intensity in Alex's stare, a silent
confrontation. Dave's voice continues to fade in and out.
DAVE
...got caught embezzling and hung
himself! I swear man, you don't spend
time in Cleveland. You lose time in
Cleveland. So, that's when I got into
real estate...
The laughter and chatter of the reunion seem distant as
Michael studies Alex's expression, the look in his eyes
caught somewhere between "Fuck You" and "Fight Me".
57.
DAVE
(wrapping up)
...got a real nice French colonial
for basically nothing. I'm talking
bay windows, vaulted ceilings, crown
molding. And the wife's visiting
family with the kiddos all weekend,
so after party at my place! Picture
it: that many Raptors under one roof?
We're flying high tonight, baby! CAW-
CAW!!!
Alex angrily chugs his drink without breaking eye contact.
CUT TO:
SOME TIME LATER
SONG: "RUN RUN RUN" BY PHOENIX
The atmosphere shifts as the music slows, allowing for more
subdued conversations.
Eva and Jasmine sit on the bleachers, laughter filling the
air between them.
EVA
...and this was when I was doing
telehealth from my studio in Newark.
My client just stops and says, "Um,
your sink is flooding." Mind you, I'd
been trying to get my landlord to fix
it for months and of all the times
the pipe could've burst, of course
it'd be right now. There's really
nothing I can do at this juncture.
But I am a professional, and I'm not
going to let this ruin the session. I
mean, we're on the verge of a
breakthrough...!
JASMINE
Oh, God...
EVA
So, I say to him with a straight
face, 'I understand, and I want to
explore why it's more important to
you to notice that right now.'
JASMINE
(losing it)
No!!!
58.
They both cackle. Eva's barely able to finish the story
through her tears.
EVA
And he's like, "Ok, I get that, but
it's like really bad!" And I can see
my kitchenette flooding through my
webcam, but I do not falter. I just
press on with the session like, "I'm
curious as to why you are noticing
it. Is there something you're trying
to distract from?" The look on his
face!
JASMINE
Oh my God, stop! I can't!
They both take a moment to catch their breath. Eva composes
herself but can't seem to shake the residual giggles.
EVA
Alright, that was my first real
disaster. Let's hear yours...
Actually, put a pin in it for right
now. I gotta go brave the bathroom
line.
Jasmine renders a mock salute.
JASMINE
Godspeed. Hurry back, though. It's a
good one.
Eva nods, her smile lingering as she departs. Alone,
Jasmine's attention is caught by a conspicuous sniffing
coming from beneath the bleachers. Curious, she descends to
investigate.
There, she finds NATHAN HARTLEY, hurriedly tucking something
into his pocket and wiping his nose. Jasmine, recognizing
the situation, offers a wry smile.
JASMINE
(playfully)
Whatcha doin'?
Nathan, visibly flustered, scrambles for an excuse.
NATHAN
Uh... crying. Just... you know, so
many memories.
Jasmine smirks, her interest piqued.
59.
JASMINE
Oh yeah? Must be some pretty
strong... nostalgia.
Jasmine climbs through the metal supports and joins him away
from prying eyes. She reaches into her bra, pulling out a
small bag of pills.
JASMINE
Need a tissue?
Nathan chuckles, caught off-guard by Jasmine's
straightforwardness.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
37 -
Moving On
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - BATHROOM - NIGHT
Eva stands at the sink, the sound of running water echoing
off the tiled walls. She turns off the tap, drying her hands
on a paper towel, her gaze inadvertently catching her own
reflection in the mirror.
A smile plays on her lips, unburdened and genuine, a stark
contrast to the panic-stricken woman who could barely face
her own image weeks ago.
Eva takes a deep breath, her reflection mirroring the
action, a moment of synchronization between her past and
present selves. It's as if the woman in the mirror is
someone she's just getting to know for the first time,
someone who's survived the unimaginable and is slowly
learning to live again.
Eva turns, her heels clicking against the floor, exiting the
bathroom with a newfound sense of purpose.
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY - CONT'D
The hallway is dimly lit, the festive atmosphere feeling
almost surreal.
Eva's steps slow as she notices a figure standing alone at
the far end, near the library — a lone woman in a glamorous
gown, silhouetted against the faint glow of emergency exit
signs overhead.
Eva approaches, curiosity piqued by the woman's presence and
her recognition of someone else's need for connection.
As Eva approaches, the details of the woman come into focus.
SOPHIA stands motionless, her gaze fixed on the library
doors.
60.
EVA
(tentatively)
Excuse me, are you alright?
Sophia turns, her expression a blend of contemplation and
surprise.
SOPHIA
Oh, I... Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. It's
just... these doors. They used to be
wood? I barely recognized them
without the D.A.R.E posters the
school put up to cover the holes he
left. As if we didn't know exactly
what was underneath. Now look at
them. Steel. Erase one tragedy, but
brace for the next? Isn't that
just... the stupidest thing you've
ever heard?
Eva steps closer, drawn in by Sophia's words, and
contemplating what to say.
EVA
Moving on is... complicated.
JASMINE
Is it really moving on? Or is it just
being too afraid to look back?
The two women share a look. The conversation, though weighed
by the past, is bridging the gap of strangerhood.
EVA
It's both. Besides, it's hard to see
where you're going if you're always
looking back. For the kids here now,
it's just another room. And maybe
that's not such a bad thing.
Sophia considers Eva's words, the bittersweet acceptance of
change and the passage of time evident in her expression.
SOPHIA
You're probably right. It's just hard
to see it that way, I guess... Thank
you, by the way.
EVA
For what?
A silent beat.
61.
SOPHIA
Saving us.
Eva's warm smile falls slightly. She swallows hard, the
desire to deflect clear across her face.
EVA
(solemnly)
You're welcome.
She composes herself, trying to hold onto the woman she met
in the mirror only minutes earlier.
EVA
Why don't you come join us? There's
strength in numbers, and maybe, just
for tonight, we can focus on looking
forward.
Sophia smiles. Together, they turn, heading back towards the
sound of music and laughter, leaving the silent sentry of
the library doors behind.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
38 -
Confrontation at Ravenwood High
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - GYMNASIUM - NIGHT
SONG: "STRICT MACHINE (BENNY BENASSI SFACTION REMIX)" BY
GOLDFRAPP
ALEX edges through the crowd, his eyes still fixed on
MICHAEL, at the center of a group, laughing heartily.
As Alex makes his way closer, Michael spots him. The
laughter doesn't fade; instead, Michael's gaze sharpens.
MICHAEL
Looks like our prodigal author made
it in after all.
His comment is layered with insincerity. Michael's friends
chuckle, oblivious to the tension between the two.
Alex stops in his tracks, Michael's subtle smirk cutting
deeper than any words could. The buffer of Michael's friends
acts as a fortress, their laughter a moat around him.
ALEX
(clenched)
So you do remember me. Real classy.
MICHAEL
Come on, Alex. Just having a little
fun. Don't be so sensitive.
62.
Alex's frustration bubbles over, cutting through the
pretense.
ALEX
Fun? Is that what you're calling it?
Because from where I'm standing, it
looks a lot like the same old
bullshit.
The crowd's laughter fades into an uncomfortable silence,
the tension between the two men palpable. Michael, feeling
cornered, decides to retaliate.
MICHAEL
Oh, please. Spare me the righteous
act. I'm not the one mining pain for
profit.
ALEX
(defensive)
What are you talking about?
MICHAEL
(with mock gravitas)
'In the silent halls of Eldridge
Academy, Dean confronted the Abyss,
with nothing but resolve as his
shield. His shoulder burned like hot
iron, the gash the Reaper left him
still bleeding profusely - a scarlet
reminder of what may await him in the
belfry...'
Michael pulls the collar of his shirt aside to flash Alex
the scar Ethan Marshall left him.
MICHAEL
Sound familiar?
Alex is visibly caught off guard, but he attempts to save
face.
ALEX
Memorized the whole paragraph? I'm
impressed, Mike. Really. Didn't know
you could read above a third-grade
level without me there to sound out
the words for you.
The crowd reacts, but the jab feels hollow against Michael's
raw honesty.
63.
MICHAEL
Great. Glad I could be your muse. And
here you are. Back for what, hm?
Applause? More material?
ALEX
It's not like that.
MICHAEL
(acidic)
Right, I guess we'll just look past
your starring role in the
documentary, too. Embellishing your
actions a bit, weren't you? And you
wasted no time plugging the brand.
ALEX
Fuck you! I'm not going to apologize
for how I chose to deal with that
day.
MICHAEL
Deal with it? Give me a fucking
break! We all lived it, Alex! You're
the only one who sold it! Just
remember, without that day, you'd be
nothing. No book signings, no fame.
Just Alex.
The words sting, a deep cut to Alex's pride and pain. In a
flash of anger, Alex's fist connects with Michael's face.
The impact draws a collective gasp from the surrounding
crowd.
Michael rubs his jaw, unfazed but vindicated.
MICHAEL
Yeah, I thought so.
The judgment in the eyes around him is evident. Alex, his
moment of retaliation over, feels the weight of the group's
scrutiny. With a mix of anger and humiliation, he storms
off, leaving a stunned silence in his wake.
CUT TO:
Jasmine and Nathan, under the bleachers where we left them
last.
Jasmine is taking a bump from a key Nathan holds out to her.
She throws her head back to let it drain into her throat
before wiping her nose, the glint of her charm bracelet
catching Nathan's eye.
64.
NATHAN
So, that's where I know you from.
JASMINE
(confused)
What do you mean?
He gestures to her wrist.
NATHAN
I don't think I've ever seen you
without it. You were quite the star
back in the day. Couldn't stand you
as Abigail in "The Crucible". But I
guess that was the point, wasn't it?
JASMINE
Ha, yeah. Feels like another life
now. Liam Brooks gave me this,
actually. Sweet sixteen. Broke out in
hives the first time I put it on.
Turns out I have a nickel allergy.
NATHAN
How are you wearing it now?
JASMINE
Went over it with clear polish. Liam
said the fact it burned my skin was
proof I really was a vampire. I
didn't have the heart to tell him I
was allergic to the cheap stuff.
NATHAN
He was something else, wasn't he?
JASMINE
Did you two know each other?
NATHAN
Not well. We ran around with
different people. But... I don't
know. He was a sort of beacon for me.
Being open back then, in this
place... took a bravery I didn't have
at the time. And he did it anyways.
Jasmine nods, a soft sadness in her eyes silently reflecting
memories of Liam and the challenges he faced.
JASMINE
He certainly made it look easy.
65.
The silence under the bleachers grows heavier as Nathan's
gaze drifts away, lost in a painful memory.
NATHAN
Sarah was... the only one who knew.
About me. She had that effect on
people. Made you feel safe.
Jasmine listens intently with compassion in her eyes.
NATHAN
You know, this is where she was...
where it happened. Under these very
bleachers. When I heard she was gone,
I didn't handle it very well. Ended
up swallowing half a bottle of
Seraphex a few months later. Didn't
work, obviously. I just threw up,
went downstairs, and watched TV. Felt
like absolute dog shit.
(chuckling)
Then, I wondered how much worse I
would've felt if I hadn't just
swallowed half a bottle of Seraphex.
Jasmine's eyes widen slightly, a new layer of understanding
dawning on her.
JASMINE
Oh my God. I'm sorry, I didn't...
NATHAN
(cutting her off)
It's why I'm here. Not just for the
reunion, but to honor what she gave
me. Even if it was just someone to
talk to.
The shift in tone of their conversation seems to strike
Jasmine in a way she wasn't expecting.
JASMINE
She'd be proud of you. Of all of us,
for finding our way... eventually.
They share a moment of silent reflection, the weight of
their past and the memories of their lost friends enveloping
them in a solemn bond.
JASMINE
You know, I often wonder if I chose
the right path... becoming a doctor.
I've saved some lives, sure.
(MORE)
66.
JASMINE (CONT'D)
But every time I couldn't, it'd
remind me of him. And the 'what ifs'
linger, you know? Did I choose wrong?
Would sticking to acting, to the
dream we shared back then, have
honored him better?
Jasmine looks to Nathan, searching for reassurance, yet a
shadow of doubt is cast over her face.
NATHAN
We all have our own way of coping,
and remembering. You save lives.
That's more than most can say. But
you can't save everyone. You did what
you thought was right for you. I'm
sure he'd be proud regardless.
Jasmine contemplates Nathan's words, finding comfort yet
still wrestling with her thoughts.
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
39 -
A Moment of Reflection
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY - NIGHT
The music grows louder as Eva and Sophia approach the gym.
SONG: "ROCKSTAR (JASON NEVINS REMIX)" BY N.E.R.D.
Eva stops suddenly at the threshold. Sophia continues into
the gym, taking her a moment to realize Eva's no longer next
to her.
SOPHIA
(concerned)
You coming?
SONG
Nobody ever really dies/Do you
believe that?/Well if not, for
you/It's almost over now, almost over
now
Eva's gaze lingers on the doorway, a mix of resolve and
hesitation.
EVA
I lied, earlier. I think I need to
look back one last time. You go on
ahead. I'll catch up later.
Sophia nods, understanding, and heads back to the gym. Eva
turns down the hallway, her steps determined yet heavy.
67.
The camera follows her, capturing the determination on her
face juxtaposed with the vulnerability of her posture. As
she walks, the weight of her decision manifests in the
furrow of her brows, a moment of reckoning with her past.
Genres:
["Drama","Mystery","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
40 -
Stormy Departure
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - GYMNASIUM - NIGHT
The gym remains alive with laughter and music, a stark
contrast to Alex's stormy demeanor as he downs the last of
his drink and strides towards the door. Chris spots him,
concern quickly replacing his formerly cheerful repose.
CHRIS
Alex, wait! What’s wrong, man?
Alex stops, the turmoil clear in his eyes against the
backdrop of revelry.
ALEX
This was a mistake. I appreciate the
invite, but please, don't call me
again.
Before Chris can make a plea for him to stay, Alex makes his
exit - his departure cutting through the mirth like a cold
breeze.
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - ART ROOM ENTRANCE - NIGHT
The hallway is quiet, almost eerily so, as Eva stands before
the room of her undoing, her hand hesitating above the
handle.
It’s been decades, yet the memory seems only inches away.
With a steadying breath, she reaches down, expecting
resistance, but finds none, as the door swings open quietly.
Eva's initial surprise gives way to a flood of emotions,
confusion being one of many. She scans the hallway for any
onlookers before stepping through the darkened doorway.
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - GYMNASIUM - NIGHT
The murmur of conversations fill the room as the music is
stopped, and Chris’ voice cuts through, amplified by the
microphone.
CHRIS
Hey everyone, can I have your
attention, please? If you could all
gather around the stage?
68.
The crowd's movement towards the stage creates a gentle wave
of anticipation.
Under the bleachers, Jasmine glances back at Nathan, caught
in the decision between solitude and the communal
experience.
JASMINE
Are you coming?
Nathan, keeping his back against the cool metal, offers a
small, contented smile.
NATHAN
Nah, I think I’ll stay here a little
while longer. Enjoy it for me, will
ya?
With a nod of understanding, Jasmine turns, leaving Nathan
in his contemplative quiet, as she merges with the growing
crowd around the stage.
CHRIS
Wow, look at this turnout! I just
want to say a huge thank you to
everyone who made it out tonight. I
hope you’re having as great a time as
I am.
The crowd responds with cheers and applause.
CHRIS
You know, organizing this reunion has
been a pain in the ass. Trying to
track you all down felt a bit like
herding cats. But then I remembered,
we're not cats. We're Raptors! And
what do Raptors do? Above all, we
rise... even if some of us have put
on a bit of weight since high school.
Laughter from the crowd. Chris's delivery is spot-on,
striking the perfect balance between roasting and
reminiscing.
CHRIS
We've all come a long way since those
days. We've faced challenges,
celebrated victories, and, through it
all, carried a piece of Ravenwood
with us throughout the years.
A somber nod ripples through the crowd, a shared moment of
silence.
69.
CHRIS
But tonight is about celebration,
about reconnecting and remembering
the good times. Speaking of which...
Chris gestures towards the back of the gym. A screen slowly
lowers behind him, catching the light.
CHRIS
We've put together a little trip down
memory lane. So, grab another drink -
trust me, you'll need it - and let's
relive some of those unforgettable
moments together.
Everyone claps politely as Chris exits stage left.
SONG: "NO SURPRISES" BY RADIOHEAD
The first images flicker to life on the screen with a
collective gasp and then laughter.
One by one, each of the alumni is magnified in a parade of
poor decisions: skunk highlights, ski goggles, Juicy suits,
Juggalo face paint, and girls with thinly drawn eyebrows
wearing dresses over their jeans. A mortifying sight of
youthful self-expression
Chris watches from the side, a satisfied smile on his face.
For a moment, the weight of organizing the event is lifted
from his shoulders, replaced by the simple joy of seeing
everyone come together.
ONSCREEN:
- Footage of Michael in his football gear, mid-action on the
field. The alumni erupt in supportive cheers.
- Jasmine on stage in a dramatic pose, lost in character.
The room fills with warm applause.
- Alex, isolated, absorbed in writing in his composition
notebook under a tree. A wave of quiet nods and some curious
glances.
- Chris lounging in the back of a classroom, unmistakably
the unbothered burnout. Laughter and a few shouts of
recognition.
- The mood softens as a picture of Eva, beaming beside her
abstract painting with a first-place ribbon, fills the
screen. The room quiets down, a collective moment of
admiration and reflection.
70.
Jasmine smiles and quickly scans the crowd for any sign of
Eva to no avail. Her smile transitions to a quiet confusion.
Genres:
["Drama","Comedy"]
Ratings
Scene
41 -
Encounter in the Art Room
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - ART ROOM - NIGHT
Eva stands in the middle of the art room, surrounded by the
ghosts of her past. She takes a deep breath, feeling the
weight of it diminish with each passing second, running her
fingers over the brand new desks.
The room, completely changed by time, holds no power over
her. Eva takes a moment, absorbing the change, feeling a mix
of relief and empowerment.
Suddenly, a chill runs down her spine and she quickly whips
around.
EVA'S POV: a DARK FIGURE stands in the dark of the doorway,
almost blending into the shadows.
Eva watches, motionless. The figure is still and its
features are indiscernible.
In her eyes, we can see her debating if what she's seeing is
even real. To her horror and dismay, it is.
The figure steps into the room with her, the door closing
and locking behind it with a definitive CLICK.
With no escape, Eva's survival instincts kick in. Her fear
turns to desperate courage. She scans the room and grabs a
chisel, her grip firm, ready to fight for her life once
more.
THE SLIDESHOW SONG CRESCENDOS as we...
CUT BACK TO:
Genres:
["Drama","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
42 -
Tragic Discovery: A Memorial Event Takes a Dark Turn
INT. RAVENWOOD HIGH SCHOOL - GYMNASIUM - NIGHT
The joyous laughter and cheers from earlier memories start
to fade as the slideshow transitions into a more solemn
segment.
The faces of SARAH COLLINS, TYLER REED, RACHEL NGUYEN, KEVIN
ANDERSON, LIAM BROOKS, and MARK PETERSON appear on the
screen, each captured in moments of life and vitality.
ONSCREEN:
- Sarah is seen leading a cheer, her energy infectious, her
smile wide. The entire cheerleading squad is in perfect
sync.
71.
- Tyler is lifted high onto the shoulders of his teammates,
the hero of the homecoming game, his laughter echoing in the
victory that night promised.
- Rachel and Kevin stand at podiums on opposite sides of a
debate, each passionately arguing their point.
- Liam, backstage, is caught in a candid moment of focus,
adjusting his costume with a seriousness that belies his
age.
- Mark is engrossed in explaining his robot arm made out of
K'NEX, his love of tinkering evident in his animated
gestures as he uses the remote control to make the robot arm
wave to the camera.
The room is wrapped in silence, the weight of loss echoing
through the gym. The final image of their senior photos
appears, a unified memorial. The slideshow concludes with an
epitaph over black:
"We carry their spirit, their every word. For in our lives,
they eternally soar. Gone from our world, with us evermore."
- Nathan Hartley
Chris steps up to the microphone. His voice, steady yet
filled with emotion, breaks the silence.
CHRIS
In remembering them, we keep their
spirits alive. If anyone would like
to share a memory they have, to honor
their lives and the joy they brought
us, the stage is yours.
The invitation hangs in the air for a moment before Michael
makes his way to the stage.
The alumni watch as MICHAEL steps up to the microphone, his
presence commanding a respectful silence.
MICHAEL
(clears throat)
I remember that homecoming game...
Tyler scored the winning touchdown.
And I was so jealous. Man, was I
jealous. No matter how hard I worked,
I always felt like I was in his
shadow, always second best.
The crowd listens, captivated by his vulnerability.
72.
MICHAEL
We clashed a lot. Well, no - I
clashed with him a lot. I guess I was
always trying to prove something,
always picking fights... But when it
really mattered, when... when I was
attacked, Tyler... he didn't think
twice. He ran in to save me, knowing
full well it could cost him his life.
A wave of solemnity permeates the room.
MICHAEL
Only then did I realize how pointless
my feud with him really was. How much
time I wasted that we could have
spent being friends. I regret that,
more than anything.
His words resonate, a poignant reminder of lost
opportunities and the burden of hindsight.
MICHAEL
So, tonight, I wanted to honor Tyler.
Not for the touchdowns, but for his
courage... and for the friend I never
knew I had.
He raises his cup; not very high, but high enough, you
wouldn't realize there were any issues.
MICHAEL
To Tyler.
EVERYONE
To Tyler!
The room erupts in applause as Michael steps down.
Jasmine approaches the stage, her demeanor a blend of
nervousness and resolve. She fiddles with the charms on her
bracelet as she speaks.
JASMINE
The first time I met Liam, he drove
me insane. You guys remember when he
sang the national anthem at that one
basketball game? He really tried to
break the record for longest
rendition.
Soft laughter ripples through the crowd.
73.
JASMINE
You laugh, but I was on the brink -
ready to strangle him. The thing
about Liam, though... he could take
it just as much as he dished it out.
Any sass I threw his way, he returned
tenfold. And just like that, I knew —
I found my fucking soul mate.
Her voice cracks and tears begin to flow over as she
attempts to maintain composure
JASMINE
He saved me that day, and I couldn't
save him back. Suddenly, my dream of
being an actress seemed so...
shallow. So, I abandoned it
altogether. Switched from Tisch to
Dartmouth. Now, I'm an attending
physician at Massachusetts General.
People come in bloody and broken. And
I try my best to put them back
together. But I can't take credit for
any life saved. I wouldn't be who I
am today without Liam. He taught me
what it truly means to save a life.
So tonight, I'm not just remembering
him for the friend he was... but for
the hero he continues to be.
She raises her glass.
JASMINE
To Liam.
EVERYONE
To Liam!
They applaud her as she steps down from the stage, wiping
away the remnants of her tears. Chris takes her place at the
microphone and just sorta stands there.
He looks out at the faces waiting for him to speak, meeting
eyes with Keith for a brief moment.
He takes a steadying breath.
CHRIS
Rachel Nguyen. Now, there's a name I
reckon we've all struggled to
pronounce correctly at one point or
another. Sometimes, I wonder if that
ever led to not speaking of her
enough.
74.
The other alumni chuckle uncomfortably, but continue to
listen, curious as to where he's going with this.
CHRIS
When I think about Rachel... I think
about second chances. She was there
for me when I had to repeat a year.
Everyone else had pretty much written
me off as burnout destined for
nowhere. But not Rachel. She had
this... this relentless belief in
people. In me. She tutored me, and
man, she was tough. But it was
because she cared. It's funny, isn't
it? How someone can see something in
you that you can't see in yourself.
He swallows hard and stares at his feet to break contact
with all the eyes on him as his posture becomes more
vulnerable.
CHRIS
When we lost her, it's like I lost my
sense of direction. Graduated, yeah,
but after that? I just wandered. One
odd job to another, never really
finding my place in the world.
Sometimes, I'd catch myself having
these imaginary conversations with
her in my head, you know? Ask her
what she thought about the mess I
made of my life?
Out in the crowd, Keith is dumbfounded. He's never seen
this level of sincerity from Chris. It's clear from his
countenance that he's questioning whether he's ever truly
known him.
CHRIS
I think, maybe, I was trying to find
something to make her proud, to show
her she didn't waste her belief on
me. She used to tell me I would
mistake my need to focus on multiple
things for the inability to focus at
all. Of course, I was too stoned at
the time to even attempt to
understand that sentence.
This moment of levity allows the other alumni to laugh and
take a breath from the weight of his speech.
75.
CHRIS
But one day, it just... clicked.
Found the type of work that worked
for me. This reunion, getting us all
back together, it's part of that. I
wanted to create something that
felt... like us. Something that
honored not just her, but everyone we
lost that day. They're all apart of
our story. Our crazy, beautiful,
painful, precious story.
Chris's voice grows firmer, more assured.
CHRIS
It's said that we die two deaths:
when we're buried and when someone
says our name for the last time. So,
tonight, let's raise our glasses...
He raises his glass higher, a beacon in the dim light.
Everyone follows suit.
CHRIS
To Rachel, to Liam, to Tyler, to
Sarah, to Mark, to Kevin. So long as
we say their names, they will never
truly die. We'll keep them in our
hearts, honor them with our actions,
and carry them into the future
they've inspired us to build. With
us, evermore!
EVERYONE
With us, evermore!
The air, once heavy with sorrow, now vibrates with a
profound solidarity. For a moment, the boundary between past
and present blurs, as the alumni stand shoulder to shoulder,
their cheers melding in a chorus of clinking glasses.
The hue of the lights overhead begin to shift, resembling
that of a Venice Beach sunset. The entire gym looks as if
it's bathed in the nostalgic glow of someone's memory.
Chris smiles as he looks over the faces of all his former
classmates, committing this precious moment to memory.
Before the music can start up again, we hear the fluttering
of fabric coming from the rafters above before something
lands behind Chris with a sickening THUD, a dark liquid
lightly splashing the back of Chris' legs.
76.
The applause and cheers die down as everyone's smiles drop
into confusion, and then twist into horror. For a briefly
infinite moment, all is silent.
In the dead of the anticipation, one voice finally cuts
through, screaming. A second scream joins the first,
followed by a third. Then a fourth, a fifth, then twenty -
until the whole gym is hysterical.
CLOSE UP OF CHRIS as the screams of terror wash over him,
the horrible realization dawning across his face.
CHRIS' POV: He looks down to see his blood-spattered shoes
and pant legs. A puddle of it is forming beneath his heels.
His eyes widen. He's almost too terrified to turn around. He
starts to lose control of his breathing, synching with the
growing pandemonium around him.
Aghast, he finally manages to numbly turn toward the source
of the unfolding chaos.
We move past Chris and TILT DOWN to reveal: EVA'S BODY in
the middle of the stage. Her head is split open. Her body is
broken and twisted. Her eyes are staring at nothing.
Chris falls to his knees, unable to process what he's
seeing.
WE PULL BACK as Chris kneels over Eva's mangled corpse with
shaking shoulders, framed by the panicked alumni scattering
in every direction behind him, and we...
CUT TO BLACK
SONG: "DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH" BY LADYTRON