INT. STAIR WELL SAME
Gale eyes a door that’s marked STAGE DOOR. She opens it and steps in coming face to face
A LARGE AUTOMATIC REVOLVER
Gale’s eyes move down the end of the gun to find...
standing, lips pursed.
Hello, Gale, we’ve been waiting for you.
Gale’s face is a mass of confusion.
INT. STAGE SAME
Derek releases Sidney, shoving her, she falls to her knees, next to Cotton. CLOSE on Cotton’s
Okay, look, you guys--I applaud your methodical expertise but I have a question. What’s going
to happen after I die? I thought the heroine is supposed to live.
Not this time.
Hallie moves in on her.
Yeah, we’re trying to send a message to Hollywood. I’m really getting tired of all the
happy endings. It’s just not reality. In the real world the good guys die, the innocent are
punished, and the murderers inherit the earth.
But nobody wants to see that. It’ll never go. They’ll rewrite you. You don’t want that.
Oh, Sid, you’re sounding desparate. I guess fearing death makes one anxious.
You fucking freaked out movie nut psychos..
(off camera) Don’t blame the movies, Sid. Movies don’t create pyschos.
Sid stops dead in her tracks as these words still her very soul. The Voice comes from the
wings. They all turn as Gale Weathers appears. Behind her, with gun in hand, is Debbie Salt.
Derek grabs the camera. He doesn’t want to miss a second.
Don’t you know that by now? It’s about family. It all starts at home. It starts with the
father...and the mother.
Sidney mouth drops, her face aghast, as she looks to Debbie Salt. She recognizes her
Gale stops cold.
Oh my God.
Gale turns to Debbie Salt.
Jesus. It can’t be.
Told you we had a guest star. Didn’t see that coming, did you?
Everything’s taken on a hyper-reality, hasn’t it?
You’re Billy’s mother?
I couldn’t believe you didn’t recognize me. You even interviewed me for your book.
You’re all in this together?
We had to have financing.
Why Mrs. Loomis?
Where should we start? Your mother ruined my marriage by sleeping with my husband. You ruined
my family by killing my son. Gale aired it to the world. Should I go on...isn’t that enough?
Jesus, you’re just as whacked as your son.
Where do you think he got it? Mental illness is heriditary. Who do you think incouraged him
to kill your mother? He was a smart kid but children need parental guidance.
Sidney is completely horror stricken. She stands in total disbelief.
Yeah, she’s been great, Sid. We never would have been able to it without her.
Debbie Salt/Mrs. Loomis looks to both Derek and Hallie, smiling.
And I couldn’t have done it without you two. Now who won the coin toss?
Hallie raises her hand.
Debbie points the gun at her, quickly, simply...and FIRES. Sid and Gale SCREAM as a bullet
through the forehead sends Hallie flying back against the flat wall. Her body drops to
the floor. Dead.
Derek drops the camera, completely taken back. He looks to Debbie.
What are you...
Debbie turns the gun on him. FIRES AGAIN. Derek moves, the bullet catches him in the stomach.
He drops to his knees. Debbie FIRES again. Derek takes another bullet. This time dropping.
Very dead. His body falls near Cotton who has remained suspiciously quiet through this ordeal.
He eyes Derek’s knife that now lay near his wrists.
SIDNEY AND GALE
turn to Debbie in complete horror.
Nice kids but a little out there.
What are you going to do?
Finish what my son started.
But you’ll never get away with it.
Enter Cotton Weary.
Cotton looks up.
DEBBIE SALT (cont’d)
Think about it. An innocent man wrongly accused. Spends time in prison where he justs sits
with his righteous anger, waiting, planning his revenge. His life so incomprehensively ruined
he’s forced to take revenge on the people responsible. It’s perfect.
Sorry, Cotton. I guess you were just meant to be a killer.
You’ll never get away with this.
Debbie moves to Cotton, shrugging.
Who would you like to shoot first, Cotton?
Just then, Cotton leans up, freed from his bindings. With the knife in hand, he lunges for
Debbie Salt. It strikes her, lodging into her chest. She goes back. Cotton doesn’t stop,
he stabs her again and again. She goes down. Dead.
Gale rushes to Cotton as he jumps to his feet. She helps him with the last of his bindings.
Sid looks about at the body count on stage. It’s mounting. She takes a deep breath. Relieved.
God, Cotton, what a nightmare. I’m so sorry.
Gale gives him a hug. CLOSE ON Cotton’s face.
He hugs her back. She doesn’t see as he rises the knife behind her, bringing it down in
one swift, maniacal move. Gale’s body jerks, a moment of shock and then she goes limp as
the knife lodges in her back.
Sidney turns just in time to see Cotton toss Gale’s body down into the orchestra pit.
He turns, facing Sidney. The bloody knife in hand.
Cotton moves to Derek’s body where the video camera lay, he pulls the tape from it.
It’s perfect, Sidney. No one will ever suspect me. I have proof. I’m the victim.
Please, Cotton, don’t do this.
He holds up the video cassette. Murder in his eye.
I get my revenge and make some fast cash.
It’s over, Cotton.
Not until you’re dead.
Cotton lunges for her. Sid tears off, slipping through the set door to...
Sid runs to the rear of the stage. She moves in the narrow space that exists between the scrim
and the back wail. She races down it.
She almost reaches the end when
COTTON RIPS THROUGH THE SCRIM
Sidney ducks, bypassing him. She comes to the stage door. It’s locked. She turns, seeing the
metal ladder that’s attached to the wall. It leads to the catwalk above. Sid goes for it.
She climbs up the ladder with lightning speed.
Cotton, up and running, is close behind.
INT. CATWALK SAME
The catwalk sits above the open fly space where flats and a large chandelier are stored in
Sid reaches the top and takes off running down to the ending
AND THAT’S AS FAR AS I'VE GOTTEN.
WHAT HAPPENS IS SID AND COTTON FIGHT TO THE FINISH, HE CHASES HER THROUGH HANGING FLATS,
THEN DOWN THE FLY RAIL, BACK TO THE STAGE. SID GETS FINDS A KNIFE AND STABS COTTON.
HE STABS HER BACK. THEY FIGHT, CONTINUING TO STAB EACH OTHER UNTIL THEY BOTH DROP CENTER STAGE.
THEY LAY NEXT TO EACH OTHER, NEITHER ABLE TO MOVE. THEIR EYES SLOWLY CLOSE.
THE END (FOR NOW)