I Still Know What You Did Last Summer Page #2

She looks at Ray, his compassionate demeanor. This is hard to say --

JULIE:

(softly, but resolved)

Ray, I can't...

RAY:

Can't what?

JULIE:

I just feel like some part of me

hasn't healed up enough to go back.

Like some critical piece is missing.

Please understand...

Ray is cold. This is what he's expected all along.

RAY:

I understand something.

JULIE:

It's not like that. It's not you.

It's me. My head. I want to go back.

I want to be with you. I want to be

fine. I want everything to be like

it used to be.

(beat)

It just isn't.

Ray is hurt and confused.

JULIE (cont'd)

Hey, why don't you stay up here?

They have fireworks over the river.

And...there's a million things to do.

RAY:

I have to work, Julie. My boat's in

Southport, remember? But, I get it.

You need your space from Craokerland.

And maybe from me, too.

Ray starts walking away.

RAY (cont'd)

You know where to find me.

JULIE:

Ray? Ray? At least come up for a

while.

Ray keeps on walking.

RAY:

It's okay. I'm just gonna go.

Julie follows him out to the road. A group of LAUGHING STUDENTS block

her way.

JULIE:

Ray, I'm sorry. I didn't mean...

(to herself)

I'm just scared...that's all.

But Ray is already gone. Julie stares after him a beat, then turns

quickly to her door. She clearly feels uncomfortable, exposed on the

walk alone. She nervously pulls her keys. A can of mace dangles from

the keychain.

CUT TO:

5EXT. JULIE'S APARTMENT - DAY

Students throw FRISBEE in the street. Ray walks to his old truck,

which is wedged between a new Sport Utility and a BMW.

He clambers into the front seat. He thinks. Then, digs into his pocket

and pulls out the unmistakable shape of an ENGAGEMENT RING BOX. He

throws it in the glove box, starts the truck and drives away.

CUT TO:

6INT. JULIE'S APARTMENT DOORWAY - DAY

Julie opens the door and steps inside. She locks three deadbolts. She

stands there, alone, listening to the SILENCE. She doesn't even have a

cat. A faucet DRIPS in the kitchen.

6AINT. JULIE'S KITCHEN - DAY

The faucet DRIPS. Julie turns the handle. No success. She checks the

lock on each window. She stands for a moment.

She picks up a bag of chips and eats a handful. She opens the fridge

and takes out a can of nacho cheese sauce. She grabs a soft drink and

a jar of bread-and-butter pickles. She gets some cookies from a shelf.

She thinks. Opens the freezer, pulls out some fat-free sorbet.

She takes the whole mess toward her bedroom.

6BINT. JULIE'S BEDROOM - DAY

She hits the light switch. A bedside light goes on. It's a sparsely

furnished room. The bed is pilled high with pillows. She checks the

windows, then climbs into bed with the food.

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