The place is a circus. The front steps of the student center have
been roped off to form a platform. A podium and mike have been
placed center.
CROWDS have gathered for the press conference that is being held
by the university. Reporters and cameras have been roped off to
the side. On stage, DEAN FISHER, a sharp looking woman in her
forties is talking to spectators.
DEAN FISHER
(reading from a prepared statement)
"... and we feel this unfortunate isolated tragedy in no way reflects upon our fine school and we should trust that the authorities and FBI are acting quickly to bring us answers..."
Beside her stand uniformed COPS, the local SHERIFF, FBI AGENTS.
She continues on...
IN THE ROPED OFF NEWS SECTION
Gale walks through the crowd, listening to the Dean.
FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
Gale? Can I have a second?
Gale spins around to find DEBBIE SALT, the flashy reporter who she
decked earlier, standing in front of her.
GALE
Look, I'm sorry about the face.
DEBBIE SALT
Job hazard. Debbie Salt, stringer. NEWSWEEK. Answer a few questions?
GALE
Fair enough.
DEBBIE SALT
What are you doing here? I thought you had retired from field reporting?
The woman has immediately put Gale on the defensive. TWO OTHER
REPORTERS have taken notice. Suddenly, CAMERAS are on Gale.
GALE
Well, you know I'm dear to the subject matter.
DEBBIE SALT
And much richer as a result.
GALE
Do I know you? You look familiar.
DEBBIE SALT
I took your vulture seminar seminar at Berkeley last year.
GALE
Good for you.
And in seconds the vultures are upon her as Gale Weathers is
beseiged by REPORTERS. The questions spew forth. "Why are you
here?" "Is this the work of a copycat killer?" "Have you talked to
Sidney?" etc.
GALE
(ever smooth)
Guys, you're missing the show.
And with that Gale wanders off into the crowd.
ON STAGE
The LOCAL SHERIFF, a smart looking guy in his 50's is fielding questions.
SHERIFF
No, we have no evidence of a serial killer. We think the killer acted deliberately and not at random...
ON THE LAWN
Students and concerned faculty stand. Among them are Sidney, Derek, Hallie and Mickey. Next to them stand JOEL, 20's, black, sensible and friendly. A very intelligent face.
DEREK
But what are they doing? He's talking but he's not saying anything.
JOEL
Sounds like they don't know anything.
HALLIE
Do you think they'll cancel Hell Week?
MICKEY
You're getting nailed – you're not getting out of it.
From across the way, two gorgeous sorority type girls, LOIS and
MURPHY stand with their FRATERNITY JOCK BOYFRIENDS. All looks and
attitude. Their eyes are on Sidney as they huddle in a
conspiratory stance.
JOEL
Have they questioned you yet, Sid?
SIDNEY
This has nothing to do with me, Joel. There's an estimated 270 serial killers currently active in the US at any given time. I can't control that. Who's hungry?
HALLIE
I have rehearsal.
MICKEY
I have to watch rehearsal.
Hallie kicks him. Joel moves to Sid.
JOEL
I gotta hit the library. Anatomy. Some of us have real majors. You gonna be okay, Sid?
SIDNEY
You're not allowed to ask that.
JOEL
I'll stop by the Deltas tonight.
SIDNEY
Thanks, Joel.
Joel smiles, heading out as the two sorority girls, Lois and
Murphy saunter over.
LOIS
Hello, pledges. Enjoying yourselves?
Instantly, Hallie stands at attention. Sidney joins begrudgingly.
HALLIE
Yes, sister Lois. Very much so. Thank you for asking.
MURPHY
Good. We need your help, pledges. Are you familiar with the Deltas TP fundraiser?
The pledges shake their heads. Suspicious. Lois withdraws two
rolls of toilet paper from her book bag and passes them out.
LOIS (CONT'D)
In our efforts to raise money for our favorite cause...
MURPHY
... this week's TKE kegger...
LOIS
Ne ask that you sell individual squares of toilet paper for a mere nickel a piece.
MURPHY
We've set you each at a five dollar quota.
MICKEY
Come on, guys. Uncool.
MURPHY
Am I getting fraternity interference, Mickey?
SIDNEY
It's okay. I can peddle toilet paper.
DEREK
Sid, you don't have to.
Sidney takes her toilet paper.
SIDNEY
No special treatment. I can do this. C'mon Hallie.
She throws him a comforting glance. She's okay with this. She
heads off with Hallie. Derek watches.
DEREK
How do you put up with this Greek shit?
MICKEY
Hey, it's cool. Hallie's into it, I'm into Hallie...
ACROSS THE WAY
Gale moves through the crowd as the press conference/rally continues. She runs dead smack into...
DEWEY
Their eyes meet. A long moment. The silence between them is revealing.
GALE
Hello, Dwight.
DEWEY
Miss Weathers.
GALE
I've been trying to reach you but you haven't returned...
DEWEY
I'm on crowd patrol, Miss Weathers, excuse me.
He tips his hat curtly, then starts off. She stops him.
GALE
The name's Gale, remember'?
He turns on her. His eyes on fire.
DEWEY
Yes, Miss Weathers, your name is embedded clearly between my ears.
GALE
I see you read the book.
DEWEY
Yes, I do retain reading skills. Shock.
GALE
And an explanation is, of course, out of the question.
DEWEY
Page 32. "Deputy Dewey filled the room with his dim-witted Barney Fifish presence." I think you've explained yourself.
GALE
Oh Dewey, I'm sorry.
DEWEY
No, what you are is a money hungry, fame seeking liar and, forgive me for saying, mediocre writer who has a cold storage shed where her heart should be.
This stings Gale.
GALE
You have every right to be upset.
DEWEY
Page 41. "Deputy Dewey oozed with inexperience."
GALE
I never meant to imply...
DEWEY
How do you know my dim-witted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower people's expectations thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?
Gale is at a loss.
GALE
I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry.
DEWEY
No, I'm the one who's sorry. I misjudged you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some oozing to do.
Dewey turns and limps away, leaving Gale staring after him. Her
face smashed fiat.
ON STAGE
The sheriff continues fielding questions from reporters.
SHERIFF
No, there has been no evidence that more than one killer is responsible...
ACROSS THE WAY
Sidney and Hallie have split up. They move through the crowd selling toilet paper. Several STUDENTS make their purchase.
Sidney pockets her change, looks up to see Gale, standing alone.
She goes to her.
SIDNEY
Hello, Gale.
GALE
Sidney. Hello. How are you?
SIDNEY
I'm okay. PEOPLE magazine won't stop calling but other than that...
GALE
I'm sorry.
SIDNEY
Yeah, well... you are the definition of mixed emotions. I really should hate you... I see your movie's getting good reviews.
GALE
It seems to be causing a stir. What's with the toilet paper?
SIDNEY
It's hell week. I'm pledging the Deltas.
GALE
It's good to see you involved.
SIDNEY
My morn was a Delta.
Beat. People have begun to notice the two of them talking.
Reporters and spectators have slowly circled them. Gale looks
around. She spots Randy, who appears behind Sid, with his camera.
Gale gives him the nod. He throws the camera up, hits the light.
Sid spins around, surprised to see him.
SIDNEY (CONT'D)
Randy? What are you doing here?
But then she sees someone else, standing off to the side. A man
she recognizes immediately. He looks at; her, his face sullen,
broken. Sidney loses her breath.
SIDNEY (CONT'D)
Cotton...
He moves to her.
COTTON
Hello, Sidney.
Gale motions to Randy. He maneuvers, getting the two of them in
frame. A long moment, Sidney just stares at him. Completely off
guard. She looks to Randy who aims the camera directly at her...
filming her.
SIDNEY
What are you doing?
She turns back to Gale, staring holes through her, realizing she's
been set up. She looks back to Cotton. She doesn't know what to
say. She turns back to Gale. Eyes aflame.
SIDNEY (CONT'D)
You BITCH!
Sidney storms off, disappearing in the crowd. Cotton turns to
Gale. His face pained.
COTTON
This was a mistake. I shouldn't be here.
He takes off, pushing through the crowd. Randy stops filming.
RANDY
Can you say backfire?
GALE
Did you get it?
RANDY
Yeah, I got it.
Randy is clearly not happy about his part in this. It's in his
voice.
GALE
You need to check your conscience at the door. We're not here to be loved.
Randy's face reveals otherwise.
AT THE PODIUM
The sheriff continues.
SHERIFF
No, we don't anticipate another murder but we are taking every precaution possible...
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