This is an early script for "Now and Then". It contains deleted scenes and a lot of the dialogue was changed before filming began.
Now and Then
(The Gaslight Addition)
By Marlene King
October 19, 1994
The Gaslight Addition
EXT. Indiana - Early Evening
The sun sits low in the sky and the rolling hillsides take on a golden glow. A rental car cruises down
a lonely road which cuts through the countryside. The car passes through an old covered bridge.
Deep in thought, Samantha Albertson puffs on a cigarette as she drives. Big city hip, Samantha's
pale complexion is only made more noticeable by the black turtleneck she wears. She stamps the
cigarette out into an overflowing ashtray. Thrown into the passenger's seat is a laptop computer,
cellular phone, filo-fax, rental car contract and a carton of Malboro Reds, Samantha reaches for
the carton as we --
Ext. Doctor's Office - Early Evening
A beeper attached to a belt sounds. We pan up to reveal Dr. Roberta Martin. a 33 year old small
town family practitioner, as she is about to step into her Jeep Cherokee. Roberta wears minimal
make up and although it rarely occurs to her, she's a natural beauty. She wears a doctor's smock
over faded 501's and has an appealing tomboyish quality about her that often attracts men and
women. She sighs as she turns off her beeper and heads back into her office.
Ext. Shelby - Early Evening
A long stretch limousine rolls past the city limits sign:" Welcome to Shelby -- population 11,550"
The song plays on the tape player. Pink pumps tap to the music on the high-low shag carpet. We
pan up to reveal 33 year old Chistina Dewitt, a slightly overweight housewife, sitting at her vanity.
Avon's been knocking on her door. She wears a pink, polyester ensemble and models hair height
only a mid-western beautician could achieve. She sings along to the song as she looks at her re-
flection. Something's not right. She reaches for a can of "White Rain" and lifts her hair even higher.
We hear the front door swing
open and slam shut.
Be right there.
She surveys her look and winks at herself. Hot stuff. Then, slowly she stands. It takes an incredible
effect because she's very pregnant. Looking like she could birth a baby whale, we realize she's due
Roberta sets a case of Bud Light on the counter. She twists open a beer bottle and makes herself
at home. Chrissy enters and Roberta fixates on her huge stomach. She immediately jumps back.
Everyone duck, she's gonna blow!
Chrissy rolls her eyes. It's not the first joke she's heard.
I think you got bigger overnight.
Yeah, well if this baby grows another inch, I'm gonna reach in and yank it out myself.
Roberta grimaces at the thought then notices the latest issue of "People" magazine lying on the
counter and picks it up.
Close On: Magazine cover. TV Star, Tina Tercell, remarries her ex-husband. Her fourth marriage in
Can you believe that tramp?
Chrissy loads the beer bottles into the refrigerator.
What does she have that people get so excited about?
Roberta looks at the magazine cover.
Long legs, a tiny waist and large, perky breasts.
Roberta, you know how I feel about swearing.
Chrissy, breast is not a dirty word.
Chrissy covers her ears.
I can't hear you.
Roberta scans the article.
Chrissy (with skepticism)
It says in there she was orphaned at age seven when her mother died in a freak kitchen accident
and her father ran off with a parish nun.
It also says she attributes her three failed marriages to her extreme fear of intimacy (thinking
about it) I think that's probably true.
Roberta tosses aside the magazine and glances outside. She looks at a magnificent old tree
house which is the focal point of the back yard. Memories. A smile on Roberta's face. Good
memories. She snaps out of her daydream and turns back to Chrissy.
Have you talked to Samantha?
I left another message, but I havent heard from her. She probably thinks she's too good for us
now that she's won that book award.
I don't think that's true at all. She's just busy, like the rest of us.
Ext Gaslight Addition
Samantha's parks her rental car at the curb in front of Chrissy's
house. She looks around, taking in the neighborhood.
A twenty year old residential village where identical, single story brick houses sit side by side.
Paint-trim and flowers differentiate the Smiths from the Jones. A Gas lamp post stands in
the front yard of every house in the area. Large trees line the streets and garnish the homes.
There's a point in your life when something in your past calls and pulls you back. Chrissy's call
came out of the blue, asking me to honor a pact we made the summer I turned 12. I didn't really
want to go, but as the time grew nearer I realized I had no choice.
With an air of reluctance Samantha grabs a garment bag from the trunk of the car and heads up
the driveway towards the front door. She sets down the bag, hesitates for a moment and then rings
the doorbell. We hear commotion from the inside the house, then suddenly, the door flings open
Samantha is momentarily blinded by the glare of a flashbulb as Chrissy snaps her picture. Roberta
opens the door and hugs Samantha hello.
It's good to see you.
You look great, Roberta!
Samantha turns to Chrissy.
And you... A pink pregnant sight to behold.
Look at you.
Chrissy hugs her.
Thanks for coming.
Beep Beep! A car horn blares. They all turn to see a long black limousine pulls into the driveway.
Little kids run up to see who's inside. The driver opens the passenger door and out steps Tina
Tercell. Sexy, blonde bombshell. The kids surround her. She relishes the attention. Tina finally
spots her three, long time friends, warching from the porch.
A hug from Roberta. An air-kiss from Chrissy. And then a moment. Tina and Samantha look at
each other then break into smiles. They share a really big hug.
It's good to see you, Teeny,
It's been too damn long.
Int. Foyer - Living Room - Moments Later
Chrissy waddles as she leads the way into the room. Samantha looks around in amazement.
Samantha (thinking it's weird)
It looks just like it did when your mother lived here.
I was sorry to hear she passed away.
Chrissy (it's still painful)
An awkward silence falls over them and for a moment. It's uncomfortable. We realize they're not
the tight knit group they used to be.
Well, what can I get you two to drink?
How about a beer?
Samantha and Teeny
Be right back.
Let me help.
They leave and Samantha immediately comments on the plastic covered early American decor.
Who do you think she takes the plastic off for?
(as Teeny shrugs)
I mean, we're company right? If ever trhere was a time to take off the plastic, this would be it.
Ext. Backyard - Evening
Chrissy's husband fires up the barbecue. Hamburgers and hot dogs sizzle.
The women kick off their shoes and pop open some cold beers. The recapture a glimpse of their
past as they hang in and around the tree house. Samantha and Teeny rock back and forth on
swings, hanging from an overhead branch. Chrissy sips on a Fresca as she sits on the bottom
of the aluminum slide protruding out of the tree house. Roberta, inside the tree house, hangs out
of a window.
I can't believe you kept the tree house.
Morton wanted to tear it down and put in a "Dough Boy" but I just couldn't part with it.
She looks up at the old tree house with great affection.
Besides, it's not mine to tear down. It belongs to all of us. (incredibly sincere) I really want to
thank you guys for showing up (caressing her round stomach) After two false starts, the third
try's got me scared to death.
You'll be a great mom, Chrissy... Alittle overbearing and rigid, but I'm sure the kid will grow up
to be, by the grace of God, well adjusted.
Chrissy gives her a pouty sneer.
I can't believe you're having a baby.
Suddenly, I feel so old.
Could you try, for one day to express yourself without cursing.
What are you, the dialogue police?
Roberta jumps out of the tree house and lands solid on her feet.
Roberta (proud of herself)
Still got it.
Roberta pushes Samantha and Teeny on the swings.
This whole baby thing baffles me. I mean you have it. You raise it. You inevitable screw it up.
It resents you. It feels guilty for resenting you. Then it has a baby and the vicious cycle
They all look at her and realize her depressing theory.
Well, that's certainly one way of looking at it.
Samantha ignores Roberta's retort and an uncomfortable silence abounds. Unbeknownst to
Samantha, Chrissy looks at the others and gestures Samantha is crazy in the head. Teeny tries
to lighten the mood.
So... Sam, what are you working on now?
Roberta flashes a look at Samantha's pale complexion.
Maybe you should try a lighter sun block.
If you ask me, you ought to write a book about something people can relate to. I didn't
understand half of that last thing of yours I read.
She'll take that as a compliment.
What's not to understand? It was a comprehensive theoretical analysis of Isaac Asimov's work.
Nobody cares about that crap. Why don't you write a romance novel, like Danielle Steel? Now there's
a lady who knows how to write a page turner.
Samantha and Teeny stares at Chrissy. They exchange looks and bust up laughing.
Go ahead and laugh, but the jokes on you, not me.
Really? How so?
You two have become very peculiar people.
You're just jealous
Of your weirdo life. Not in a quazillion years. It's true, isn;t it Roberta? The longer they're gone
the weirder they get.
I just think it would be nice to see you guys more often. What's it been? Six years?
Roberta, for example, has chosen to be alternative, but she is still normal. She hasn't been
married four times or gone through a series of monogamous relationships...or wear all black?
She's happy. Aren't you Roberta?
Roberta (embarrassed and amused)
Roberta attempts to pull a distant Samantha back into the group.
Samantha, truth or dare?
Samantha snorts a chuckle.
Truth I guess.
What were you and Billy Wayne doing in the tree house all night when we had that Fourth of July
A slow smile builds on Samantha's face. The others anticipate hearing the story.
I promised I'd never tell.
The others groan as Samantha laughs. She swings higher and higher. She glides up out of frame
and when she glides back -- She is a 12 year old girl. We pull back and see Roberta also now 12
pushing Samantha and a 12 year old Teeny on the swings of a colorfull metal 70's swing set.
We pan over and see Chrissy at 12 sitting on the bottom of the aluminum slide, braiding her
Many of us spend our adult lives denying our childhoods. So strongly, we shut ourselves off from
the very things that might help us understand.
Samantha jumps out of her swing and runs off, quickly followed by Teeny and Roberta. Chrissy
finishes her pig tail and runs off
after them, into the house.
Int. Chrissy's House
Chrissy's mother, Mrs. Dewitt, with stiff set hair and a pink apron to match her outfit, puts the
finishing touches on her pastel desert concoction. We get the feeling she spends a lot of time
in the kitchen. The girls grab homemade chocolate chip cookies from a platter on the counter
and exchange "hello's and thank you's' with Mrs. Dewitt. They walk through the house, towards
the front door. As we look around, we notice the house does look exactly the same as we saw
The summer of 1970 started out like any other summer...school ended and we had three months
of freedom ahead of us. But that year freedom wasn't enough. We wanted independence. A
place to call our own. That's why we decided to buy the tree house... and the quest to earn the
money was our summer goal.
As the girls walk out the front door we cut to:
Ext. Gaslight Addition
The girls exist Chrissy's house and head down the sidewalk. We pan through the neighborhood.
It's a lazy summer afternoon in the year 1970. Tiny new trees make the houses look bigger than
they did during present day. Everything looks perfect and exact. New houses. New Paint. New
lawns and sidewalks.
The four of us lived in the Gaslight Addition. It was a dream neighborhood. A brand new pre-
planned community when new was in and old was out.
A fresh cut grass and neatly trimmed shrubbery distinguishes the Albertson's house. More than
forty bicycles flood the driveway.
Ext. Back Yard
The biggest game of red-rover you've ever seen. Every kid in the neighborhood has joined in.
Fifty kids ranging in age from 8 to 14 form a straight line, join hands and face off against the
competition. Down to our four twelve year old girls who stand holding hands. They are all
dressed similarly in rolled up cut off
shorts, various colored shirts tied up at the waist and flip flop sandals.
Samantha, the tallest of the group is lanky, has long, straight hair and wears glasses. Chrissy
is a little chubby and a lot pristine. Her hair is in pig-tails and she only wears pink. Roberta is
a tomboy who'd almost always rather be playing softball. Tina is the smallest of the four, hence
her nickname, Teeny. They huddle and decide who to call over.
How about Billy Wayne?
The book worm?
I think he's cute.
What about Bobby Fricker?
Gross. He's always picking his nose... and eating his boogers.
So what, he's a wimp.
I say we call over Brett Jones.
The girls all look over at -- Brent Jones -- a hunk of a guy who's a year ahead of them in school.
This could be my last chance to talk to him all summer.
He could break through without even trying.
And land right on top of me.
Can you get your mind off boys for maybe a minute?
Gee I don't know. I've never tired.
Knock it off you guys. Who's it gonna be?
Samantha takes charge and looks over their opponents.
They form a straight line and lock hands. Samantha announces the decision.
Red rover, red rover send Bobby Fricker right over.
The opposing team moans and groans. Bobby Fricker - a little geek - pulls his finger out of his
nose. He takes a deep breath and charges toward the girls as his teammates cheer him on.
The girl's eyes widen as Bobby picks up speed.
Slam! Bobby plows between Samantha and Teeny. They grip-lock hands. Bobby pushes forward
but doesn't break the chain. He falls back on his ass and all four girls stand united.
Ext. Gaslight Addition - Night
A near full moon shines bright. The gas lamp posts in the neighborhood flame.
Int. Samantha's Bedroom - Night
Lit by moonlight. Numerous bookshelves are filled with fiction and non-fiction all pertaining to
ghost, witches, vampires and various other supernatural goblings. A poster of Barnabus Collins,
from "Dark Shadows" fame, hangs over the bed.
Samantha reads "The Fall of the House of Usher" under the beam of a flashlight. We hear
her parents talking. A door slams! Engrossed in her book Samantha's not phased.
Mrs. Albertson (O.S.)
The quarrel escalates, as does the volume of their voices.
Mr. Albertson (O.S.)
Mrs. Albertson (O.S.)
Everybody has problems. Can't we try and work this out?
Another door slams. Their argument continues, behind closed doors. Samantha looks up from her
book. Angela, her four year old sister, stands at the foot of Samantha's bed. Puppy dog eyes.
Angela smiles, climbs into the bed and snuggles next to her sister. Samantha turns the page of
her book and reads on.
My parents had been fighting for as long as I could remember. It never bothered me. It was the
opposite actually. There's comfort in consistency.
Ext. Gaslight Addition - Morning
Fathers leave for work. Mothers wave goodbye.
Int. Roberta's bedroom - Morning
Roberta, alone in her room, rips a piece of masking tape from the roll and sticks it to her
Close On: Ten long pieces of masking tape affixed to the dresser. Next to them, a small, black
and white photo propped up against the mirror. The woman in the picture is incredibly beautiful.
Roberta, wearing her bra and panties, stands sideways in front of her mirror. She assesses her
breast size with a measuring tape, marks the spot with her finger and looks at her progress.
No matter what I do, they just keep getting bigger.
Roberta flattens her boobs and wraps a piece of masking tape around her chest. Then another,
as she continues what has become her morning routine. A knock on the door.
Mr. Martin (O.S.)
Better hurry up. Your breakfast's getting cold.
Roberta hurries to get dressed. She pulls a baggy shirt from underneath the big golden retriever
that sits on her bed.
Roberta grew up with her dad and 3 older brothers. Her mother died when she was four. That's
her in the picture.
Roberta grabs the photo from her dresser and gently slides it in her back pocket.
Roberta never left the house without that picture.
Roberta opens her bedroom door just as two of her brothers shove her third brother across the
hallway. He slams into Roberta, who unfazed, shoves him back toward the others. She continues
down the hall, without concern, as the boys beat the hell out of each other.
Int. Teeny's Bedroom - Morning
The walls are covered with movie star posters. A blend of current "Tiger Beat" studs - David
Cassidy and Bobby Sherman mixed in with the greats - Marilyn Monroe and James Dean.
Tina, tell us how it felt at the exact moment when you realized you had won.
Teeny, modeling heavy make-up, her mother's most glamorous dress and a huge pair of fake
breasts, stands in front of the mirror and interviews herself.
Well Rona, I can only say I've thought about this day....dreamed about this day, for as long as I
Her siamese cat lies on the window ledge and curiously watches his master.
To win an Academy Award at such a young age is an enormous accomplishment.
Where will you go from here?
Well, first off Rona, thank you. As for what will come next, I'd like to direct.
Teeny was an only child. Her parents were country clubbers. Never around, really. A typical
upbringing for actors and pathological liars.
Int. Chrissy's Bedroom - Morning
Pink, for as far as the eye can see. A canopy bed with a matching dresser and vanity, which is
where we find Chrissy, brushing her curly blond locks.
Ninety two (another stroke)
Chrissy's Mother (O.S.)
The bedroom door opens and Mrs. Dewitt enters. Chrissy is a miniature version of her mom, down
to their matching pink outfits. She inspects her daughter's room. Spotless. Wrong. She walks across
the room and straightens a small crinkle in the bed spread.
Chrissy (still brushing)
Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred.
Mrs. Dewitt sits next to Chrissy. Parts her daughter's hair and braids the tighest pig tails in movie
Chrissy, I've been thinking about what you asked me?
Mrs. Dewitt tenses and pulls the pig tails even tighter.
You say that word so casually. It scares me.
I'm sorry mommy.
I think you're much too young to be informed. But, since your friends are trash mouths, I'd rather
you hear the facts from me.
Mrs Dewitt ponders how to break the news of the "dirty deed" to her daughter.
This may come as a shock to you ...
Chrissy stares up at her mommy, waiting to hear the facts of life.
As a direct results of this conversation, Chrissy will spend a significant part of her adult life
wondering if she's ever has an orgasm.
Ext. Gaslight Addition - Late Morning
Samantha, Teeny and Roberta wait for Chrissy. They sit on the street curb in front of her house.
To kill time, Roberta throws rocks at a nearby aluminum trash can. Samantha reads her Poe
paperback and Teeny plucks the petals off of a wild flower.
Teeny (while plucking)
He loves me not. He loves me...(distraught) He loves me not.
She tosses the bare stem on the grounmd, next to ten other stems and a pile of petals.
turns the page of her book and glances up for a second, noticing Teeny's large round
breasts of the day.
What are you using today?
Teeny reaches into her shirt and pulls out --
Nerf balls. I think they work well.
She stuffs it back in and sticks out her chest.
Samantha really gives her chest a serious look.
It's a natural look. Texture wise I mean.
Roberta dispassionately looks at Teeny's chest.
They're too round.
The older mail man. Mr. Winchester, heads up the sidewalk, toward the girls.
Hey Mister Winchester, did my package come yet?
He reaches into his bag.
Is this what you've been waiting for?
He hands her a package and she reads the label. As she rips open the box:
It's from the David Cassidy fan club.
She pulls out a Love Bead Necklace.
Isn't it cool?
He moves on. Teeny puts on the neckless and models it for Samantha and Roberta.
It looks just like the one he wears on the Partridge Family.
Four rambunctious boys, ranging from eight to thirteen years old, tear down the street on their
Those are the Wormers. Everyone in the neighborhood felt sorry for their mother.
Like us, the Wormers' also has a summer goal. It was to make our lives miserable. They were the
Teeny spots the tough guys first.
Here comes trouble.
Just ignore 'em
Chrissy walks out of her house and approaches her friends.
It's about time.
Hey, wormy Wormers.
Just then, the Wormers weave across the road and head straight for the girls. The oldest, Scott,
leads the pack.
Simulyaneously, Scott and his three yound=ger brothers, Roger, Clay and Eric, pull jello-filled
balloons from under their jackets.
The girls try to run, but it's too late.
Chrissy screams as Splat! The girls are drenched in lime jello. The Wormers ride on. Roberta runs
after them. She dives for Scott's bike but misses, landing face first on the pavement. She quickly
gets up and ignores her scuffed knees.
We owe you Wormers. And we always pay our debts.
Scott looks back over his shoulder.
Like we're really afraid of a bunch of girls.
You should be!
She flips them the bird as the Wormers ride out of sight.
Ext. Shelby - Day
It's small town America at it most charming. The town square is lined with mom and pop shops,
owned by generations of the same families. In the center of the town square stands the old
brick county courthouse. On the courthouse lawn, bronze statues remember local war heros from
the "Heart of America".
And as always, the local soda shop is bustling with activity.
Int. Soda Shop
This corner drug store and soda fountain is the hang out. "Piece of my Heart" by Janis Joplin
plays on the juke box.
Samantha, Teeny, Chrissy and Roberta sit at their regular table, a big red vinyl booth, scooted
up next to the front pane-glass window. As usual, they're dressed in their summer uniform of
cut-offs and tied up shirts. Chrissy counts a pile of change and dollar bills as Teeny conducts the
latest "Cosmo" magazine quiz and keeps score.
Your idea of foreplay is "A" a candle lit dinner and moonlit walk on the beach? "B" making out on
a bearskin rug at a local mountain cabin? "C" watching a sexy movie and or "D" all of the above.
Teeny jots down their answers as they speak up:
E... none of the above.
That's not a possible answer.
Then B....I guess.
Chrissy (while counting)
What's that supposed to mean, bug brain?
(pondering her insult)
Larva lips...I like that. Not bad at all....for a mucus mouth.
You're all ... feces faces.
The girls groan. Samantha wins an unspoken victory of grossness.
I pick D...all of the above.
Teeny notices a group of four teenage girls at the counter. They're all wearing tube tops and
looking very adult.
Maybe we should incorporate tube tops into our summer look.
Teeny quietly relents and tallies up their "Cosmo" score.
That's eighty two dollars and twenty four cents.
She pours the money back into a coffee can.
So how much more do we need?
As she flattens a piece of paper out on the table.
Twenty three more dollars and the tree house is ours.
Close on: Paper - A page torn out of the Sears catalogue. An ad for a put-it-together-yourself
Back to scene
I say the first night we get it, we have a slumber party.
My dad said he'll pay us fifteen bucks if we paint his new garage door.
Great. We can handle it after the carnival.
We'll raise at least fifteen dollars there.
And the garage door should put us over the top. We'll definitely get the tree house before the
Fourth of July.
Roberta glances out the window and nudges Samantha.
Get a load of your mom.
How short are those shorts?
Teeny (with envy)
How tall are those boots?
Cue Up: Nancy Sinatra's "Boots" as -- Girl Pov. - Samantha's mother struts down the sidewalk,
wearing red hot pants and white go-go boots.
I had no idea why, but earlier that summer, my mom began to dress like Nancy Sinatra.
Back to Scene
Your mom is so cool.
Samantha, embarrassed, changes the subject.
You guys it's a full moon tonight. A festival of the spirits who return to earth and walk among
Just then, their spooky looking waitress, Wiladine, brings their order, Wearing all black, she's an
eccentric kook, with a far away look in her eyes. She sets down four mugs, each filled with a scoop
of vanilla ice cream, and four small bottles of Coca Cola in front of the girls.
Four black cows. That's a dollar five, boys.
They dig into their pockets and hand over the change.
The girls pour their Coca Colas over their ice cream and dig in.
Outside the Window: Unbeknownst to the girls, Samanth's mom enters an Attorney's office.
Wiladine winks at Chrissy and walks away.
She is so off.
What do you expect? She's a witch.
The girls don't believe a word Teeny says.
I swear. She's got voo doo dolls and everything. I saw'em.
At her house. And hear this. One of the dolls looked just like Principal
Winters. And do you know what? There was a needle sticking right in the middle of his heart.
I saw it the morning before he had his heart attack.
Wiladine returns with their change. They can't help but look at her like she's from Mars. She
gives them a creepy look right back.
So, do we try another seance tonight?
It didn't work last time and it won't work this time.
I'm telling you. This is the one night when the barrier between the dead and the living can be
broken. I read it in the Encyclopedia of Supernatural Phenomena. It'll work. I promise.
You actually read the Encylopedia of Supernatual Phenomena?
Cover to cover.
You are so weird.
If I get caught I'm going to be grounded for the rest of the summer.
You're not going to get caught. I say we meet in the cemetery at eleven and don't worry. I'll
bring a cross to protect us from the evil demons who lurk about in the graveyard.
Okay, here are the scores. (reading from "Cosmo")
Roberta, you're a women on the verge. Although your sensuality is yet to be tapped, it is like
a volcano ready to erupt... Whoa, look out for Roberta.
Samantha, you look before you leap and walk the fine line between romanticism and sex appeal.
Don't be afraid to take the plunge. You might surprise yourself.
I'll keep that in mind.
Chrissy, Let go of your inhibitions before you dry up like a prune.
What's that suppose to mean?
The others exchange a look and share a laugh at Chrissy's expense.
Now me. (reading)
Teeny, you are a sexual magnet attracting men from the four corners of the world. Pace yourself.
She lowers the magazine, revealing a shit eating grin on her face.
Ext. Gaslight Addition - Night
The Gaslight Addition sleeps. A deep-orange, full moon hangs low in the sky. An orchestra of
crickets is all we hear.
Int. Samantha's bedroom - Night
Samantha lies in bed and reads by the light of her flashlight. Again, we hear her parents arguing
behind closed doors. Samantha turns the page of her book. We hear a door swing open. Footsteps
in the hall.
Mr Albertson (O.S.)
I'll get the rest when the girls are out of the house.
Samantha looks up from her book. Listens.
Mrs. Albertson (O.S.)
Maybe we should see a counselor.
Mr. Albertson (O.S.)
Don't you listen? We're past that point. This just isn't working for me.
Muffled talking as they move away from Samanth's bedroom door. Samantha jumps out of bed
and tries to listen at the door, but can't make out what they're saying. We realize she's fully dressed
to sneak out. We hear a car door slam and an engine crank. Samantha moves to the window
and parts the curtains.
Samanth's POV - Mr Albertson, middle American nice guy, backs his middle class car out of the
Back to scene
Samantha waves to him, but he obviously doesn't see her. Stunned and clearly disturbed,
Samantha watches until he drives out of sight. We hear maternal footsteps approach. Not
wanting to deal with her mother, Samantha dives into bed and pulls on the covers.
Mrs. Albertson stands in the doorway. With a worried mother's look on her face, she studies her
sleeping daughter. Finally, she leaves and closes the door.
Samantha opens her eyes. She looks at the clock on her nightstand, which reads -- 10:50. As
Samantha climbs out of bed, slides open her bedroom window and very quietly sneaks out:
I decided not to tell the others about my father. Call me a fool, but I actually thought he'd be
back. A wishful notion I held onto for years. At the time no one in the Gaslight Addition has
gotten a divorce and the last thing I wanted was to be different from my friends.
Ext. Cemetery - Night
The full moon hangs over this dark and eerie final resting place.
Crypts are sealed with overgrown vines. Headstones, some chiseled in the 1800's are worn and
weathered. Scattered leaves dance in the wind and massive oak trees seem to have faces in the
light and could come to life at any moment.
Samantha, Roberta, Chrissy and Teeny sit on a blanket, in the middle of a fenced-off, family
plot. Arranged in a cirlce, they take this seance business very seriously. Samantha places three
white candles in the center of the circle and lights them, one by one. The candle flame and
cast a flickering glow on the girl's faces.
Roberta removes her sweatshirt and tosses it to Chrissy.
Now I'll be cold, but maybe you'll shut up.
Chrissy slips it on. It fits snugly. She looks chubbier than usual and she knows it.
It makes me look fat.
Teeny (matter of fact)
You are fat.
I'm not fat. Am I fat?
Okay people. Lay your hands flat on the blanket and touch your pinkies and thumbs to the
person's sitting next to you.
They comply and spread their hands out on the blanket, forming a complete circle.
Let's contact Marilyn Monroe.
She didn't cooperate last time.
No one cooperates.
I think we should bring back someone buried in the cemetery. (as she looks around the area) How
about Dear Johnny?
Close on: A nearby tombstone. The inscription reads: Rest in Peace Dear Johnny. Born 1933 - Died
Samantha let's find out how he died.
Maybe he was skinned alive by some weirdo psycho killer? If we bring him back we'll have to look
at his skinless body.
No, this is disgusting.
She turns away from the group. Her face hidden. When she turns back towards them, her eyelids
are flipped inside out. Although they've seen this a hundred times, the gag still repulses her
friends. They groan.
Samantha (to Roberta)
Are you through now?
She pops her eyelips back into place.
Is everyone ready? (as they join hands)
Alright, everyone close your eyes. (as they comply)
Bless us in our pursuit of the spirit world. Keep our circle safe from those who promote
evil and seek to harm.
A moment of silence.
Dear Johnny, we know you were just a kid when you died and we want to find out why.
Roberta elbows her.
A strong wind blows and dead leave tumble across the cemetery. Lightning flickers in the distance
as a summer storm heads their way.
Can you hear us Johnny? If you can hear me, let us know. Give us a sign, It's okay. We just want
to talk to you. Tell us how you died.
Distant Thunder as the storm blows nearer.
Teeny, Roberta and Samantha open their eyes and look at Chrissy. She's not the type to put these
guys on. Chrissy's eyes remain tightly shut. She rocks back and forth, rhythmically.
He wants to tell us his story.
Roberta breaks the circle.
Samantha grabs Roberta's hand back.
Tell him not to be scared. It's okay.
He's all by himself. He's lonely. He needs a friend.
Chrissy cries as the sky thunders. Roberta and Teeny simultaneously break the circle, scared.
Chrissy's cries turn into the giggles.
Roberta, pissed, punches Chrissy in the arm.
Hey, that hurt.
You deserve it, fart ass.
Don't ever do that again.
I'm sorry, but you guys are so gullible when it comes to the this stuff. I mean, it's all just
Crack! A deafening explosion electrifies the sky as a bolt of lightning hits, a nearby tree. The
Let's get outta here!
They all take off except for --
I'm right behind you.
Rain sprinkles down as Samantha gathers the candles and tosses them into a back pack. An eerie
song plays and suddenly very cold, Samantha shivers. She feels someone's presence and startled,
turns around quickly. A bolt of lightning flashes and illuminates a scary shadow. Spooked, Samantha
quickly hurries after her friends.
Hey, wait up.
When she reaches them:
Samantha (out of breath)
There's someone out there.
They all turn back and look.
Another bolt of lightning illuminates the grounds but the shadow is gone.
I don't see anyone.
Samantha's eyes search the spot and she no longer sees anyone either.
What are we waiting for?
It was probably just the wind or something.
Samantha reluctantly relents.
Ext. Cemetery Road - Moments Later
The rain subsides and the gang walks home. Chrissy takes great care in avoiding every water
puddle in her path. Roberta intentionally jumps into every water puddle in her path.
Roberta, why can't you act like a girl?
You got me.
Roberta defiantly jumps into another puddle, sending a few spots of mud splashing onto Chrissy's
shirt. Chrissy gasps.
Now, look what you've done.
Chrissy frantically attempts to scratch off the spot.
You know how much I hate to get dirty.
Roberta looks at the minimal damage.
Ah, that's nothin'.
As they turn the corner everyone stops, frozen in their tracks. We hear a high pitched, rhythmic
It's Crazy Pete.
The girls forget to breathe when they finally see --
Crazy Pete, a very scary looking old man who rides a battered bicycle down the street. His
face drawn and remarkably thin. He looks like a human skeleton. Crazy Pete doesn't
notice the girls and that's just how they want to keep it. After he turns the corner and rides
the squeaking bicycle out of sight --
The girls breathe a sigh of reief. We realize they're genuinely afraid of this man.
Let's cut through the field.
Ext. Field - Moments later
Lit by the blue glow of a bright full moon, the girls walk through a field of waist high
Why do you think Crazy Pete only comes out at night?
Chrissy (a simple explanation)
Because he's crazy.
Maybe he's a vampire.
The girls all look to Samantha.
Samantha (with eloquence)
He lives in a world of darkness because the sunlight could burn a hole right through to his
immortal soul. The blood that runs through his veins is the blood of all the children he's
sucked the life out of. Young blood is what he's looking for. It keeps him eternal.
The girls exchange a frightened look. Teeny considers it:
That's a logical explanation.
They all pick up the pace and walk out of the field, finding themselves on the back side
of the --
Ext. Gaslight Addition
Before they go their seperate ways:
Will someone walk me home?
You're only five houses down.
But I'm scared of Crazy Pete.
He's probably half way across town by now.
Chrissy knows Roberta's her last chance. She looks at her with pleading eyes.
See you guys tomorrow.
Early, so we can get ready for the carnival.
They split up. Roberta walks with Chrissy. Samantha heads to her house and Teeny walks
alone towards hers.
Ext. Chrissy's house - Noon
A colorful bouquet of ballons are tied to the gas lamp post, in the front yard.
Ext. Back Yard
More ballons, Chrissy charges the neighborhood kids a nickel each as they walk through the
side gate. Roberta mans the lemonade stand for another nickel a pop.
Cue Up: "Come And Get Your Love" by Redbone as we pan over to where most of the action
is -- Teeny charges a quarter a pop in the kissing booth. Her boobs are exceptionally huge
today. A long line of boys wait their turn as the first boy in line hands Teeny a quarter. She
drops the money into a jar, grabs the boy by the collar and plants a kiss on him. He walks
away with a big grin on his face.
Teeny looks down and notices her right boob-of-the-day has slipped down to her waist. She quickly
turns aways from the line and pulls it back into place. She turns back to the boys and --
Another boy hands Teeny a quarter and gets his money's worth when she delivers a lingering kiss.
Several boys in line, including Brett Jones (the cute boy from red rover) start to get antsy as
they wait their turn.
Another angle - With a king size sheet draped over it, the swing set has become a gypsy fortune
teller's tent. The sign outside reads: Fortunes told 25 cents.
Samantha, towel wrapped around her head like a turban, sits at a small table. Morton, a nerdy kid,
sits across from her and hands over a quarter. They stare into a crystal ball as Samantha caresses
Morton, I see a girl in your future.
Who is it?
I probably shouldn't say. Why tempt fate?
Come on Samantha. Who is it?
Well, if you insist. It's Chrissy.
Chrissy Dewitt? Really ?
Ahhhhhhhhh! A horrifying scream emanates from outside the tent. Morton jumps up
over the table.
Samantha pops out of the tent and surveys the scene as kids run for cover as the automatic
sprinkler system sprays water across the yard. Chrissy is shoved aside as kids run past her.
Teeny, now kissing Brett Jones, is drenched by the water but doesn't break away from him.
Roberta spots the Wormers, huddled next to the sprinkler switch, appreciating the laugh. Scott
waves to her.
You're dead, Wormer!
She takes off toward him, but slips and falls.
Teeny, still entranced in her lip lock with Brett, doesn't bother to come up for air.
Int. Samantha's Kitchen - Evening
Dinner time. Samantha eats meat loaf with her mother and sister. She glances at her father's
empty chair. Angela catches the look.
Where's my daddy?
I told you honey, he had to go away for a little while, but you can visit him soon.
Every other weekend and holidays?
Mrs. Albertson gives Samantha a look.
But I want to see him now.
I wish you could honey, but you can't.
She stands and clears the table. Angela, too youg to remotely understand the situation, looks
sad. Samantha attempts to cheer her.
Samantha (to Angela)
Hey, Angela I saw Crazy Pete yesterday.
A frightened and curious look comes over Angela's face.
You kids leave that lonely old man alone. Do you hear me?
Samantha looks at her mother, who wears another hot pants outfit.
Why are you dressed like that, anyway?
Like ......that. It's embarrassing.
Mrs. Albertson looks down at her outfit as Samantha gets up from the table and stomps out of
the room. We hear her bedroom door slam.
Int. Samantha's Bedroom - Late Night
Tick tock tick tock tick tock. The wind up, alarm clock reads 12 o'clock. Midnight. Samantha stirs,
enduring a restless sleep.
The familiar eerie music plays in the distance. It grows louder, nearer. Builds to a crescendo as the
bedroom curtains billow and a gust of wind burts into the room. Her telescope swivels.
Samantha shivers in her sleep as the room suddenly gets cold.
Her gerbil's go crazy in their habitrail. They run around like mad, screeching and squealing.
Samantha stirs then opens her eyes to find -- Spooky Shadows dancing on the wall. A giant shadow
resembling a ghostly silhouette moves across the room toward Samantha. It seems to hover
Samantha pulls the covers up to her face, leaving only her frightened eyes to peek out. Finally,
the music fades aways as the wind dies down and the curtains fall still.
Samantha cautiously climbs out of bed and walks to the window. She
reaches up and yanks on a string affixed to the window sill.
Ext. Samanth's house
We follow the string up to a tree, across to a light pole then down to a house.
Ext. Roberta's bedroom
Ding, Ding. Roberta wakes at the sound of the bell. She groggily climbs out of bed. She opens
her bedroom window and tugs on the string, signaling she got the message.
Int. Teeny's bedroom - Moments later
Teeny lies asleep in her bed. A circle of light shines on her face. It turns off and on. It's
coming in through the window. She immediately grabs a flashligh from under her bed
and hurries to her bedroom window.
Int. Roberta's bedroom
Roberta shines her flashlight into Teeny's room. Across her backyard we see the beam of
Teeny's flashlight returning the signal.
Int. Teeny's bedroom
Teeny grabs a walking talkie from her nightstand and talks into it.
Base to Chrissy. Base to Chrissy.
Int. Chrissy's bedroom
Chrissy stirs in her sleep as she hears the walkie talkie on her nightstand blare:
Teeny (over walkie talkie)
Base to Chrissy, Do you copy? Over?
Chrissy grabs her receiver.
Chrissy (into the walkie talkie)
We need a secret meeting
Ext. Drive In - Moments later
The secret meeting place. Behind the Gaslight Addition. We find the Skyline Drive-in. Prime. You
don't see these anymore. It's two in the morning and the place is abandoned for the night.
The girls, in their pajamas and robes are silhouetted against the giant white screen as they
walk back and forth on the wooden plank at its base.
Remember, I thought I saw someone in the cemetery the night of the seance?
Well, I wasn't sure until tonight, when it came into my bedroom.
Give me a break.
Samantha (hooking them)
It wasn't like he was a person, but I felt his presense. He came in through the window and
instantly filled the room. He was everywhere all at once.
A chill runs up her spine.
I could feel his icy breath on my neck.
They all look at her, being reeled in by her persuasive tone.
It's him. It has to be.
Oh, come on you guys, this is ridiculous.
Because, the seances were just for fun. None of us actually believed we could bring someone
back from the dead.
Why am I not surprised? You think Marilyn Monroe's your guardian angel.
She is, so shut up bacteria breath.
You shut up, butt brain.
I believed too.
Chrissy (convincing herself)
It was lightning. Or the wind or something.
They why did you haul ass out of the cemetery like you'd seen a ghost.
We have to go back there.
Ext. Cemetery - Later that night
Wrong. Samantha shines the way with her flashlight as the girls walk through the cemetery.
It's late. It's scary.
We shouldn't be out here this late. I mean, what do you expect to find?
I think Dear Johnny might feel more comfortable hanging out here with the dead.
Chrissy (more worried)
I really don't think this is a good idea.
A hoot owl bellows and the girls slow their pace, continually look around, as if they expect
the Boogie Man to jump out from behind a tombstone at any minute.
This is definitely a bad idea.
Everyone's nervous and Chrissy is making it worse.
Shut up Chrissy. You're bugging the shit out of me right now.
Samantha (scared but excited)
We're almost there.
They move onward until Samantha trips over something lying on the ground. She lands flat on
her face, in the dark.
What the --
Teeny picks up the flashlight and shines it down on Samantha, who's face is right next to --
Dear Johnny's tombstone which is laying flat on the ground, cracked down the middle.
Samantha, startled by the sight, quickly climbs to her feet and they all stare down at Dear
Son of a bitch.
We did it. We actually friggin' did it.
He's back... and we brought him here.
We hear an enormous whoosh as the hoot owl swoops down over their heads. Chrissy screams
and on her cue they all take off running.
Int. Roberta's Bedroom - Later
Roberta pulls a rosary out of her dresser and hangs it on the bed post before calling it a night.
Int. Teeny's Bedroom
Teeny lays in bed and looks, nervously, around her room. Her closet door is open and her
clothes look like people, lurking in the dark. Teeny hops out of bed and slams the closet
Int. Chrissy's Bedroom
Chrissy turns off the light and slips into bed. A moment later, she turns the light back
on, crawls out of bed and onto the floor. She cautiously lifts her comforter and peeks
under the bed. All clear. Chrissy climbs back into bed but this time, she leaves the
light on. For someone who doesn't believe in ghosts, she's sure got the spooks.
Int. Samantha Bedroom
Samantha lays in bed and watches the silhouetted shadows dancing on her wall. She pulls
the covers up over her head.
Ext. Shelby Library - Late Morning
Teeny, Roberta and Chrissy sit on the library steps, eating orange push ups. Samantha exists
There's nothing on Dear Johnny.
As Teeny hands Samantha her push up:
Everything before nineteen forty eight was lost in a fire, but Miss Wendy said the Greenfield
library keeps copies of all the county papers.
Well, that settles that.
What settles what?
We can't ride our bikes all the way to Greenfield (dreading the response)
Country Road - Late Morning
A deserted, country lane, lined with large maple trees on both sides. The girls ride their bikes
down the center of the road and pass a sign - Greenfield 9 miles. As they cruise along,
Teeny belts out with a unique Diana Ross flair, her rendition of "Ain't No Mountain High Enough."
And if you should miss my lovin' One of those old days. If you should ever miss the arms that
used to hold you so close. Or the lips that used to touch yours so tenderly. Just remember
what I told you the day I set you free.
Bring it home, sister.
Teeny (giving it her all)
Ain't no mountain high enough. Ow! Ain't no valley low enough. Ow! No river wide enough.
Nothin' can keep me. Keep me from yoooou....
The ride over a hill and out of sight. Teeny's crooning voice drifting off into the horizon.
Ext. Pond Road - Later
The girls ride past a clear country pond.
Ext. Uncle Beans Corner Store - Noon
A general store five miles from anywhere. Four bikes are parked in front. A nearby road sign:
Greenfield 5 miles. Samantha dumps change into a soda machine and grabs four bottle of pop.
Lunchtime. Chrissy, Teeny and Roberta sit at a picnic table and unpack a knapsack. Sandwiches,
candy bars and chips. Chrissy chows down.
Truth or dare Roberta?
Samantha approaches and hands out the sodas.
How big are your boobs now?
Samantha gives Chrissy the change and she quickly counts it then deposits it back into the "tree
house money" coffee can. Everyone eats.
She has to say, doesn't she Sam?
Samantha exchanges glances with Roberta, who is embarrassed, looks down at the table. It's
apparent the boob thing is a real issue with her.
She doesn't have to say if she doesn't want to.
Well, then... can we see 'em?
No, you can't see them.
I don't have any real one's yet.
You'll get them and you'll hate them.
You're lucky Roberta. Men love 'em when they're big.
Teeny sticks her chest out, modeling today's falsie job.
Look how big mine are today.
They all survey her breasts.
They almost look real.
Teeny proudly reaches into her shirt and pulls out a balloon.
It's filled with pudding?
The Wormers actually gave me the idea, but jello was too jiggly. Pudding has a
heavier more realistic texture.
She hands the balloon to Samantha who holds it in her hand testing its weight.
I think you may have finally got it.
She hands the balloon back and Teeny stuffs it back into her brazier.
What flavor is it?
Chrissy nods, thinking it's a good flavor choice.
Chrissy, truth or dare?
I don't want to play.
Truth or dare?
Chrissy (reluctantly yielding)
Have you ever been french kissed?
Are you kidding? I don't want to get pregnant.
You can't get pregnant from kissing.
I know that beetle brain. But, it's common knowledge, if you tongue kiss a boy, he automatically
thinks you'll do the deed with him. It's the male curse.
Samantha (egging her on)
What deed would that be?
You know. Planting the seed and watering the flower.
The flower a woman grows when she's about to make a baby with her husband.
They give her a confused look.
Isn't that how it works? The man uses his watering can and sprinkles it on the flower?
Laughter from the others.
Well, if that's not what happens then how does it work?
Roberta leans over and whispers to Chrissy. As she listens intently her eyes go wide and a
horrified look comes across Chrissy's face.
Chrissy (disbelief and shock)
He sticks it in?
Ext. Country Road - Afternoon
The girls continue their journey as they listen to a Transistor radio tied to Teeny's handlebars.
Tony Orlando and Dawn's Knock Three Times" plays.
Oh my darlin' Knock Three Times on the ceiling if you want me. Twice on the pipe-- (Chrissy
dings her bike bell twice) -- if the answer is noooo.
In the distance, a squawking sound grows louder. Samantha stops her bike.
Listen. (as everyone brakes) Turn that off.
Teeny switches off the radio and we are overwhelmed by the sound of a thousand screaming birds.
Where are they?
Across the road, a wheat field stretches for as far as the eye can see. The stalks are waist high.
No birds are visible but the sound is incredibly loud.
There must be a thousand of them.
She climbs off her bike, picks up a stick and tosses it into --
Too late. The stick goes flying. As it lands in the wheat field, a hundred blackbirds flap their
wings and take flight.
The sky becomes a moving black cloud.
The girls watch in amazement until -- plop. Bird poop lands on Teeny's bicycle seat and Roberta
laughs. Plop Plop Plop. It's everywhere and suddenly not so funny.
Let's get out of here!
Teeny jumps on her bike and they all tear down the road, away from the moving black cloud. The
squawking's almost unbearable as it rains bird shit. Chrissy freaks out. When she realises she's
been hit, she bursts into tears.
She loses it as they all ride toward an old barn.
They enter the barn and wait for the flock to pass over them. Chrissy, completely repulsed,
Chrissy it's okay. It's only bird shit.
Chrissy calms herself and stops crying for a moment. Then she looks down at her dirty clothes
and goes nuts again.
Real smart, Teeny
I didn't know.
Next time think. You don't always have to be the center of attention, you know?
Teeny looks at the ground, rejection waves heavily on her.
Ext. Barn - Moments later
The birds pass over and out of sight. Samantha watches as they fly away.
Ext. Pond - Moments
Teeny and Samantha, fully dressed, stand on a small cliff. Below them a sparkling. fresh water
stream. Samantha jumps. Teeny follows. Splash! They dive into the water, pop their heads up
and stand, the water up to their waists.
Are you still mad at me?
Samantha ponders the question then smiles.
Teeny, even if I try, I can't stay mad at you.
Teeny's all smiles. She splashes Samantha. Samantha returns the favor.
Chrissy slides down the hill on her butt. Ouch. She lands in the water with a splash. Samantha
and Teeny applaud as Chrissy pop her head up. She stands in the water and takes a bow.
The girls look up to see -- Roberta standing on a tall tree branch, hanging over the water. It's
a twenty foot dive into waist high water.
Roberta don't. It's too shallow.
She dives off the branch and disappears into the water. The girls watch for her to come up for
air, but she doesn't pop out of the water.
Where is she?
Teeny dives under the water. Chrissy panics.
Samantha dives under as Teeny comes up for air.
Chrissy's POV. - Down stream, Roberta floats toward the shoreline, her face in the water.
Teeny grabs Samantha and they swim as fast as they can toward Roberta. Chrissy follows, but as
always lags way behind. Teeny and Samantha grab Roberta, drag her out of the water and onto
the shore. Samantha puts her ear to Roberta's mouth.
She's not breathing.
Somebody's gotta give her mouth to mouth.
I'll do CPR. You do mouth to mouth.
Other way around.
Chrissy finally reaches them.
Out of the way.
She takes charge and shoves Samantha and Teeny aside. When she bends down to start mouth to
mouth resuscitation-- squirt. Roberta spits a mouth full of water into her face.
She was faking the entire time. Everyone falls back, relieved.
Roberta (to Samantha and Teeny)
It's good to know who your true friends are.
Hey, I was gonna do it.
Roberta swings her arm around Chrissy.
Chrissy here's the only one who --
Chrissy draws her fist back and pow! She socks Roberta in the eye.
Don't you ever do anything like that again. Ever!
They're all momentarily stunned. Violence is not one of Chrissy's character traits.
It was just a joke.
That wasn't the first time Roberta faked her own death. Earlier that year, during a slumber
party at Teeny's house, she held her breath until she passed out. And the year before, she
scared the hell out of us when she jumped off her roof and pretended she broke her neck.
We hear a splash!
What was that?
We hear voices and laughter coming from around the river bend. Samantha and Teeny leave to
check it out.
I'm sorry. (as Chrissy pouts)
Look, if it means anything, I really appreciate that you would've done the mouth to mouth thing.
You scared me to death.
You're my best friend, Roberta.
It's a moment. Roberta smiles, embarrassed.
Roberta (making a fist)
Helluva right hook you've got there.
Teeny (O.S.) (quietly)
You guys, come here.
Roberta and Chrissy join Samantha and Teeny. They peak over the top of the ridge. Chrissy
Girls POV. - The Wormers skinny dip in the river. Buck naked, Scott climbs out onto a tree
branch and dives into the water. We see a lot of white butts as the brothers roughhouse.
Back to Scene
The girls duck down behind the hill.
Oh. My. God. I saw his penis.
Samantha & Roberta
And the balls.
Samantha & Roberta
Samantha and Roberta peak back over the ledhe and stare wide eyed at Scott's penis. The duck
back down behind the hill.
Samantha & Roberta
Oh my God!
Great, now I'm the only one who hasn't seen Scott's thing.
I know you guys. It'll be the topic of conversation for the rest of the summer. You're forcing
me to look.
Nobody's forcing you to do anything.
Okay, I'll look. But, I want to make it clear. I'm looking under protest.
Chrissy peaks over the hill and stares with a blank look on her face that doesn't change. The
others look at her curiously as she climbs back down, unfazed.
It's not very big.
The other girls bust up laughing.
What's so funny?
It's only big when the guy has a hard on.
And when that happens, they get like -- (gesturing two feet) -- this big.
I walked in on my dad in the bathroom once. And I saw his, you know, balls. Well, let me tell
you... once guys get older, they hang down like cow utters.
Teeny and Roberta
What's a hard on?
They all give her looks.
Doesn't your mother tell you anything?
I'm beginning to think she's been misinformed.
Roberta's gaze shifts toward a pile of clothes hanging in the bushes across the way. Roberta
nudges Samantha, who nudges Teeny, who nudges Chrissy. They all have the same idea and
Let's do it.
Roberta sneaks toward the Wormer's clothes. Her friends follow suit.
Get ready to make a mad dash for the bikes.
Roberta (to Chrissy)
You better start now.
Buzz off hog head.
I'm serious. Get going.
Chrissy gives in and heads toward the covered bridge.
This is too easy.
The stand at the edge of the cliff and call down to the boys.
The boys look up.
It's pay back time.
Roberta waves a pile of clothes.
Come and get 'em suckers
You better put those down.
Dream on, asshole!
Covering their privates, the Wormers rip out of the water and make a mad dash for the girls.
The girls run toward their bikes, clothes in tow. The chase is on, across a meadow toward the
barn. The girls reach their bikes as a car approaches. The Wormers duck behind an assortment
of trees and bushes. Scott peeks out from behind a tree, suddenly very vulnerable.
Come on, jokes over, huh?
The girls hop on their bikes and start down the road.
Give us our clothes, damn it.
Clay and Eric (suddently sweet)
Come and get 'em nimrods.
As the girls peddle toward the home stretch of their journey, they drop an item of clothing
about every fifty feet.
The Wormers dart from trees to bushes as they hide from passing cars and gather their clothes.
The girls hoot and holler, enjoying the show.
All for one and one for all.
They join hands and ride side by side down the road.
Ext. Geenfield Library - Late afternoon
Int. Library Basement
It's dimly lit and musty. The girls sit at a large table and flip through pages of old newspaper
headlines, now hard bound for a quick reference. Chrissy sneezes.
I think I'm allergic to dust.
Roberta slams shut a book. Dust scatters and Chrissy sneezes again.
Roberta scoots the book aside.
Nothing happened in April.
Nothing ever happens in Shelby.
I kind of like it that way.
Roberta stands and reviews the shelves of hard bound newspapers. Samantha reaches the end of her
book and closes it.
Nothin' (to Teeny)
What month is that?
Roberta brings a book back to the table, sits down and flips through the newspaper articles. She
stares at an article.
Angle on: A 1962 photo and headline...Local Teacher Killed. A large photo shows a car smashed to
hell. Besides it, there's a smaller photo. The same picture Roberta carries in her back pocket.
Roberta reads the article. Chrissy notices her and watches the look on Roberta's face change from
curious to pained.
It's my mom.
They all look at the newspaper. The picture says it all. It was a violent end. As Roberta reads:
It was a head on collision. The driver of the pick up truck fell asleep at the wheel.
She was pinned in the car for an hour and a half before they could get her out. She was fully
conscious while rescue workers attempted her extraction from the demolished vehicle. She
died during the night at Green County Hospital of massive head injuries and severe internal
Roberta stares at the picture of the smashed car. She seems anguished and confused.
I don't understand this.
What do you mean?
She doesn't respond to Chrissy's question and continues to stare at the photo.
It must have been awful for her. (imagining)
A lot of pain.
Teeny swallows hard, choked up. Nobody knows what to say. Chrissy reaches for Roberta's hand
and holds it in hers. Roberta welcomes her friend's comfort. Heavy tears fill Roberta's eyes but
she fights them.
Roberta (trying not to cry)
She was really beautiful, wasn't she?
Like a movie star.
Suddenly embarrassed, Roberta tries to compose herself. She wipes her runny nose with her shirt
sleeve then stands and carries the book across the room. She xeroxes a copy of the article. Her
friends watch her, wishing they knew what to say.
Roberta carefully folds the xerox and slips it into her pocket. She returns to the table.
Everyone silently continues the search for Dear Johnny's obituary.
As they flip through pages and pages of old newspapers Teeny quietly hums to herself. We make
out the tune to be the Carpenters, "Close to You". Without thinking, Samantha joins in the
humming. Soon after, Chrissy hums along also. Even Roberta can't resist.
Wait, I think I found something.
Funeral services will be held on Saturday for 12 year old Jonathan Simms and his mother 36
year old Beverly Anne Simms. Services begin at noon at the third street Presbyterian Church.
The grieving husband and father asks that in lieu of flowers, donations be given to the
church. Due to the unexpected and tragic circumstances involving the deaths, the family has
asked that the services remain private and ...
Samantha turns the page, looking for more.
What do you mean, that's it. How did they die?
Samantha flips a few pages forward.
Wait a minute. The book skips from June 12 to June 16th. Four pages are missing.
Samantha opens the book as wide as possible, revealing --
They've been torn out. (reeling them in)
Somebody has gone to a lot of trouble to keep Dear Johnny's death a mystery.
Ext. Country Road - Late Afternoon
The girls tackle the long ride home. Roberta, still a little emotionally removed, leads the
pack, a few yards ahead of the others.
I wonder how they died.
I think we need to be very cautious about who we talk about this with.
Because it's entirely possible that whoever ripped those pages out of the library in Greenfield
started the fire at the Shelby Library.
The others silently agree. As the peddle through the rolling countryside:
Shelby, Indiana was not the most exciting place to grow up. In fact, the most common cause of
death before puberty was boredom. Our quest for the tree house was all we had to look
forward to that summer... until we discovered the suspicious lack of details surrounding
Dear Johnny's death. It was like a gift from God. A mystery only we could solve. The four of
us had no way of knowing the answers we were lookig for would change each one of us forever.
Ext. Country Road - Early Evening
The girls continue their journey home as day becomes evening. They pass another sign - Shelby 2
miles. Almost home.
They slowly gain ground on a hitchhiker. He is Private James Conelly (19), a Vietnam vet. Still
wearing half his uniform, he back packs down the road, with a slight limp. Teeny is the
first to ride past him.
She circles around and rides back to him. The other girls catch up. Curious, they size up the
vet as they head down the road together. He wears an earring, pony tail and a friendly smile.
Are you in the army?
Did you kill anyone over there?
Not because I wanted to.
Teeny (noticing his limp)
Did you get shot?
"Mama told Me" by Three Dog Night plays comes on Teeny's transistor radio.
Teeny studies his face. He's handsome. Interesting. Older, but not too old. Teeny pulls a Orange
Crush bottle out of her bicycle basket.
Conelly takes the soda.
He swigs then hands it back to her.
Does your leg still hurt?
Like hell, but getting shot was the best thing that ever happened to me.
What do you mean?
It got me a seat on a plane home.
Samantha looks at him with keen interest, waiting to hear more. He offers no more, until she
But we're winning, right?
Conelly sits down in the grass, pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He notices the girls
watching him and offers over the pack.
A moment. They realize he's treating them like adults.
Samantha Teeny Roberta
Sure Yeah I'd love a smoke.
The climb off their bicycles and join him in the grass. Chrissy reluctantly follows. Samantha
takes a cigarette from the pack and Conelly lights it for her. Samantha takes a drag and
Teeny lights up. Followed by Roberta. Conelly offers a cigarette to Chrissy who shakes her head no.
Smoking stunts your growth.
Conelly looks her over and cracks a slight smile.
They pass around the Orange Crush and enjoy their smokes.
On the news they said the U.S. was really starting to gain ground over there.
Forget what you saw on the news, okay? You can't believe what you see about it, or what you read
about it, or what someone tells you. Even people who have been there lie about what they've
seen... (with remorse) ... or done.
They sit in a moment of silence. Samantha takes a drag off of her cigarette. She exhales and
watches the smoke rise up and fade away.
It doesn't seem like we can believe in much anymore.
Chrissy and Teeny look at her, not understanding where this sentiment comes from.
No, it doesn't.
Roberta takes a long, deep drag off her cigarette.
Yourself maybe, if you're lucky.
Samantha immediately feels a kinship with him. A shared sense of disappointment. After all, he's
really no more than a kid himself.
Are you going to be sticking around here for awhile?
Nah. I try not to stick around anywhere. You know what I mean?
Genuinely having no clue:
Samantha Roberta Teeny
Yeah Sure Definitely
Conelly is different from the local yokels and makes Chrissy nervous. She really looks him over.
Is that an earring you're wearing?
You're a hippie aren't you?
You're a trip.
Chrissy (holding her ground)
My mom says all hippies are sex fiends.
I'm going to tell you something I wish someone would have told me when I was your age.
And what's that?
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