(FADE IN on a movie theater. Reese Witherspoon’s plastic smile shines out from a large cardboard two advertising her latest sequel. Employees mill around: it’s 9:30 on a Monday and things are slow. ZOE watches the kernels spill over on the popcorn machine. Her eyes shift over to JACK and JOEL ogling a nearly naked chick on a poster for a horror flick that most likely contains the line “Billy, are you in here? I’m gonna get naked and take a shower.” She sneers, revolted.)

JOEL: (in the drawl of the loyal village pow) Dude, wouldn’t it be sweet if, like, her shirt just fell off?

JACK: Dude yeah, that would be sweet. (ZOE looks away disgustedly)

ZOE: (pleading) Come on guys. It’s so slow. Let’s watch a movie.

JACK: Can we have a 3 way make out party?

ZOE: No! You’re sick!

JOEL: You know, you look kinda cute when you’re disgusted. (touches her face)

ZOE: (Slaps his hand away) Get your hand off me. C’mon. (Turns to go to the theater)

JACK: Okay, sweetcheeks. (gives a playful butt swat)

(Follow the three of them to the theater. They sit down and watch the scheduled program already in progress. They laugh and smile, we see their white teeth shining out from the darkness. Eventually PAN UP to the screen. There is a dark half circle on the right side of the screen.)

JACK: Hey someone go fix that. Her shirt’s gonna come off soon. I can feel it.

JOEL: You go fix it. I don’t want to miss out.

ZOE: I’m the manager. Joel, go fix it.

(JOEL sends a sideways glare at ZOE, gets up and grumbles away. JACK and ZOE continue to watch, the spot disappears soon. ZOE covers her eyes, JACK stares lustily at the screen. JOEL isn’t back after twenty minutes.)

JACK: Man, Joel missed out. She was way hot.

(JACK drools as the movie goes on. He soon falls asleep, dreaming and mumbling and smiling. ZOE uninterestedly stares down the screen. Suddenly a giant black spot falls on the middle of the screen. ZOE looks back and gets up. Follow her to the maintenance stairs. She walks up calling JOEL’s name. PAN UP to top of stairs. A giant pool of blood stains the floor, spreading like leaking oil from a machine. ZOE’s eyes widen, she runs up to find JOEL’s decapitated corpse. She quickly steps around the pool, runs to the giant projector. Blood is smeared across it. She breathes hard, heart pumping, as she steps around. SWITCH TO JOEL’s head, lying on the floor with a broken hole in his forehead. His eyes are open, blankly staring. We hear a slam in the distance. ZOE quickly runs to the stairs to find the door locked. A clink, clink, clink is heard, she whirls to see a cloaked figure sneak past into a closet, like a dark ghost. She reluctantly follows, fearfully pushes open the door. Wind whips her hair across her face. She looks up to see the figure clinking out the trapdoor to the marquee. ZOE stupidly climbs the ladder. Her head pokes out from the top, her hair flying in the breeze. She looks left and right. Far down to the edge of the last marquee the cloaked figure stands huddled. The long flowing cape furrows around his legs. Mustering her courage, she gets out and walks slowly down. When she gets close enough, she reaches and taps his shoulder. He whips around and shoves his arms onto her shoulders. Blood pours, and she realizes as she stares into the glowing red eyes, that this is WOLFHOOK. He lifts her out over the edge. Her eyes move slowly down, the dark chasm fills her mind.)

ZOE: (scared) What do you want?

WOLFHOOK: (bringing his snout close, she can smell his horrid stench) Hot dogs.

(WOLFHOOK releases. ZOE falls without a scream. He looks down, turns and clinks away. SLOW FADE to BLACK)