FRAT PARTY MASSACRE
AN ABRIDGED PORTION OF THE SCREENPLAY <BLUR
EXT: CITY STREET – DUSK
A late model Mustang drives erratically in traffic. TABITHA the driver, uses one knee while applying eyeliner. PATRICE applies blush in the passenger as ABIGAIL brushes her hair in the back.
So really, this fool really thought I would go down on him because I let him do my homework. Can you believe that shit, like I owe him head or something. He was doing himself a favor just being in my presence. I don’t hang with geeky dudes.
Girl, for real ew, SAMUEL is so gross, those highwaters he wears and the overbite from hell. Think he was just born geek or is it a learned behavior?
Well I know that busta is smart, thats why I let him do my work. You see that grade he got on that last science exam? Shit, I know that boy be passing everything, got himself a 5.0 or something.
4.0 Patrice, 5.0 is what were in retard. And he’s only a computer engineering major on full scholarship. He’s going to be paid!
Patrice rolls her eyes while Tabitha puts her thigh up on the dash to shave her legs.
Fuck that, shit holla at him then Abby with your programming degree! I need me a thug nigga, hardbody, hard cock, ready to knife a fool that comes up on him! Gangsta boys know how to fuck!
Tabitha gives her a pound almost swerving into the other lane.
Girl, I know thats right, shoooooot, who you telling? So you give the lil’ perv anything for doing your work? I know he been following you around like a lost puppy. He probably fuck like a seal.
Patrice giggles while she adjusts her breasts.
Well, I did let him suck my pretty titties, he went down like a baby.
Don’t judge me! Look at those big soup cooler lips he has, he latched on and practically milked a bitch!
A DISORIENTED MAN stumbles out from between two buildings wearing Illmatic colors as pedestrians step out of his way.
Oooh! Speaking of some meat, isn’t that that fine ass redbone you got with last month? The brother be having the hot connections – hey! We need to holla!
Oh shit, that is that fine ass! That fool gutted my insides for like five hours and then kicked me out his house like 3:45 AM! I was like, what, what the hell?
3:45 I be kicking her out!
You ate up Tab – shut it! How do I look?
You two are pathetic. What’s wrong with him? He don’t look right.
Tabitha pulls to the curb as he stumbles disoriented.
Hey, hey boy, what’s good? Tab – shit whats his name?
Oh shit, I forgot, um I think it was Dwayne or something. Hey! Hey man, remember me? I think I missed your call the other um, day!
He stumbles, knocks into a MAN carrying boxes.
MAN WITH BOXES
Hey, watch it asshole!
The man shakes his head, growls and turns to the man with boxes hissing. The man walks off hurriedly.
Dwayne? Um, Darnell? Damn’t hey REDbone – whats up man, remember me honey?
He stops suddenly, finally turns slowly acknowledging them. Abigail shudders in the back. Light obscures his face.
Hey, you have that kush man? You really took care of us last time. We bout to go party and can use a lil pick me up.
The man looks at them blankly.
Hey guys, I don’t like the looks of your dude really. He looks like something is wrong. Can we go?
Girl hush, baby boy probably on that lean, he looks…
PATRICE AND TABITHA
FUCKED UP! Hell ya!
Hey, hey redbone, come on man, what you got? We got the papers baby, come over!
Patrice mimics smoking as they lure him over.
Oh my God, don’t call him over here!
Abigail shivers, as Tabitha rolls her eyes. The man leans over looking in as Patrice rubs his hand. He glares at Abigail.
Hey baby, remember me, I put that good good on you. You hooked me up with some white that was all that, what you got boo?
The man looks at her slowly, feels her touch. His eyes change color as he seems to remember something. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a vial of pink smoke.
I have this.
Patrice and Tabitha’s eyes go wide staring into it.
EXT: CITY STREET – NIGHT – LATER
Tabitha drives while painting her toenails. Abigail sits uncomfortably in the corner eyeing the drooling disheveled man in the darkened corner. Patrice fondles the bottle.
I can’t believe you found this shit! Everybody been looking for this – heard it helps you hover over the moon!
Bitch, what you waiting on, hit that shit so we can be on cloud nine hitting up this party! You scared? Let me hit it!
Fuck you slut! I got this – where’s my lighter, bout to smoke up!
Patrice finds her lighter and goes to flick it. The man sits up practically licking his lips. Abigail freaks.
Screw this! Let me out! Let me out now – you girls want to screw yourselves over with this – this eww – do it without me!
Tabitha looks in the rearview mirror as Redbone is completely blacked out. She does a double take.
Abigail baby, calm the fuck down, he’s just on that lean, you should smoke…
Something flashes in the mirror with a odd growl, Abigail screams loudly and shakes Tabitha’s seat as Patrice looks dazed.
FUCK THAT! LET ME OUT THIS CAR NOW BITCH! PLEASE LET ME OUT! NOW!!
Tabitha slams the brakes in the middle of traffic, barely pulls to the side. Abigail practically jumps over Patrice to get out.
Bitch! What the hell is wrong with you? You fuck my ride up I’m fucking you up!
Slut! I’m going to fuck you up for fucking with my high you hi-yellow tramp bitch! Damn’it!
Abigail stumbles onto the sidewalk clutching her purse. Her teeth chatter as she’s shook up.
Get out the car – please get out the car – that man isn’t right. He’s got blood on him – where you think that came from? Come on girls, let’s go!
The girls stop cursing her out for a moment and stare at her oddly. Tabitha looks at the shadowy man who just shrugs. The glow from Patrice’s lighter shows his eyes glowing, his teeth poised as Tabitha misses it, looking back to Abigail.
We bout to get our party on ya freak! Lesssssgo! Everything feels like a blur!
Please, please get out the car…
Patrice flicks her off as Tabitha hits the gas screeching off.
Tabitha texts ROBERTO her brother. Patrice inhales as Red leans forward seeing her in red and green colors. She eyes Tabitha.
Now girl, you know you shouldn’t text and drive – trying to kill us? Damn.
Tabitha eyes her perplexed.
He looks back at Abigail and smirks as they disappear in traffic
INT: FRATERNITY PARTY – NIGHT
PARTY CROWD dances to hip-hop as a figure moves through the crowd, some dancers watch him curiously as he moves through. Some show different colors as they smoke different drugs or consume alcohol. He pays attention to the blur of red and green. The D.J. mixes on traditional turntables with a laptop.
Party people whats the roof doing?
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!
Redbone connects eyes with a BOOTY SHAKING WOMAN in a tight dress. She makes eye contact with him and becomes transfixed, leaves her dance partner to grab his hand.
Bitch! Better pay me back for that drink!
Redbone leads her up the stairs ignoring him.
What we gonna do with it!
Burn that motherfucker down! Burn motherfucker burn!
INT: FRATERNITY HOUSE – UPSTAIRS – NIGHT
Redbone leads the booty shaker into the bedroom, entranced she leans on a bed and drops her top awaiting him. Red licks his lips before his face contorts, morphs as his fangs drop.
Bloody yum yums!
He rushes her in a blur.
INT: FRATERNITY HOUSE – DOWNSTAIRS – NIGHT
The music and crowd is energetic.
Somebody, everybody, somebody scream!
A high shrilled scream is louder than the party. All eyes turn to the door as the music stops. Tabitha stands there trembling, covered in blood head to toe.
Somebody, somebody help me?
The party goers stare in shock. A loud bang rattles the ceiling as another scream erupts overhead. The crowd looks upwards at the squeaking sound of moving furniture as blood pools around the light fixture.
Aw hell no!
PARTY GOER II
People freak out. Confusion erupts. Somebody knocks over a lamp as a fire breaks out. They start to run every direction as people get knocked over and stepped on in their hasty escape. Somebody leaps through a window. Tabitha cries as they part around her. The warped equipment plays in their escape.
The roof is on fire, we don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn, burn…
EXT: FRATERNITY HOUSE – NIGHT
The Mustang is parked in the road with the door open, lights on, Patrice dismembered head lays against the window as blood is splattered everywhere, drips out the door.
FADE TO BLACK