THE RING: REBIRTH

Written by Jack McVee
FADE IN

INT. CHURCH - MIDNIGHT

A stone marbel floor stretches out into forever, housed in with incredibly gothic architecure. Pews as far as the eye can see, yet somehow bounded by walls lined with several fantastic stain glass windows. Distant bells chime, accompanied by eerie, childlike chanting. Several doves are perched up on the rafters, silent and unmoving.

Someone's lurking in the shadows, a 16 or 17 year old boy. This is ANDREW DARK, and like his name suggestions, his hair and eyes and gaze are rather dark, but his skin nearly glows in the sunlight. He's handsome, although not conventionally, and his young appearance betrays the aged, somewhat aloof person within.

He marches through the darkened nooks of the large church, very tensely, as if braving for an attack at any angle, any second. Andrew looks over his shoulder cautiously, then back up at the very front of the church, where...

AN ALTAR STANDS, a thousand candles lit all around it. Above this is a huge stainglass painting of the Virgin Mary, the soft glow of candles illuminate the painting.

Andrew continues forward, his frow burrowing in confusion.

ANDREW
(to himself; softly)
I know this place...

CLOSE UP: His sneaker-clad feet as they walk along the parque floor. Within moments, Andrew steps into a wet, slushy, crimson-coloured substance.

He looks down at the ground, a PUDDLE OF BLOOD is spreading rapidly, all over the floor, like some sort of virus. Andrew looks over and sees a dark figure hunched between pews.

ANDREW'S POV: He approaches the figure, only to see that it's...

...A DEAD HORSE. Slumped over like a ragdoll, puncture wounds all over it's rotting body. The skin of the horse's face has been TORN RIGHT OFF, leaving only the bare musculature. Flies swarm all over the dead animal, picking at it, fighting for food.

Sufficiently freaked out, Andrew turns back to the altar, to see that a GIRL is standing there.

ANDREW
(startled)
Hello?

For a second, it appears as if this girl, with an old world white dress and long, greasy black hair, has her back turned to us. But Andrew quickly realizes she's facing him, watching him through her long locks of hair.

ANDREW
Are you lost...?

FLASH CUT: The dead horse, as it's mouth widens.

Andrew keeps walking towards the girl, his unease growing with every step.

ANDREW
I don't think you're supposed to
be here...

FLASH CUT: The dead horse's belly being torn open. A FETAL HORSE slips out with the intestinal tract and other organs.

Andrew stops dead in his tracks, feeling his stomach lurch. The GIRL takes two steps forward, remaining mute. Andrew backs up; what the hell's going on?

ANDREW
(understanding now)
I don't think *I'm* supposed to be
here...

He suddenly SHRIEKS OUT IN PAIN and drops to the floor.

CLOSE UP: Andrew's forearms, as a dark, burnt LINE lurches up his arms, spreading around his body.

ON THE GIRL, watching, studying him.

CLOSE UP: The burnt lines reach up into Andrew's face. He SCREAMS and SCREAMS as they branch out... across his cheeks... into his mouth... into his eyes...

As Andrew's face becomes increasingly greyish-greenish, we see quick, fancy cuts:

-a finger being split by a nail
-maggots squirming
-a playground on fire
-dark blood pouring into rushing water

Andrew's face locks in a disturbing, terrified expression.
BLACK OUT

The familiar "ring" of light is made over the black screen.

SMASH TO

CLOSE UP: A closed eye. It looks rather peacefully for a moment or two, until it flutters open. As the morning light floods it, it closes once more.

WIDER to reveal the eyes belong to a teenage boy. Andrew Dark.

He lifts his head, recognizing his bedroom. After a couple of squints, Andrew suddenly tenses and rushes across his bed towards the ALARM CLOCK. Before he gets to it-

A LOUD BLAST OF RADIO DJ TALK spurts from the alarm. Too late. Andrew sinks back into bed, groaning.

RADIO DJ (V.O.)
-police are still baffled as to what
caused the sudden shift in panic.
Officials from the Eola Institute
say that increased employee concern
cemented their decision-

He slams his hand onto the snooze button, letting out a mighty yawn.

CUT TO

INT. KITCHEN - ANDREW'S HOME - MORNING

Modest and well kept. Andrew comes in, dressed, backpack slung over his shoulder. He sets it down at the kitchen table and sees the small kitchen tv is on. His mother, DIANE DARK, a pretty, but stressed single mother, is watching the news.

DIANE
(eyes on the tv)
Morning honey.

ANDREW
It's good to see you and tv are
talking again.

She smiles a little bit, turns around, and gives her son a kiss on the cheek.

DIANE
Your school's on the news.

ANDREW
Mmhm.
(opens the fridge)
Did you make any breakfast?

DIANE
Don't you wanna know why?

Andrew moves toward a cupboard and takes out a box of cereal.

ANDREW
Not really.

DIANE
They're doing a sympathy piece on
those poor kids who died a couple
weeks back.
(then)
Did you know any of them?

We hear a CAR HONKING outside.

ANDREW
Shit.

DIANE
That's your ride?

ANDREW
Yeah.

He ditches his cereal and moves toward his backpack. Diane quickly hurries over to him and slips a five dollar bill in his hand.

DIANE
Get some breakfast at the mall.

ANDREW
Thanks.

Andrew starts for the door when he sees his mom's suitcase and travel bags near the front door. He pauses, then frowns.

ANDREW
You're leaving today.

DIANE
I've only been reminding you
for two weeks now.

ANDREW
You know me, mom, if you're not
writing it on my hand, I'm not
gonna remember.

Diane brings a hand to her son's face and brushes away a strand of hair. She frowns.

DIANE
Did you colour your hair again?

ANDREW
Mom, stay focused.

She moves more fingers through it.

DIANE
(one eyebrow raised)
Some of it's blue, now? Oh, honey...

ANDREW
Where did I lose you on the "stay
focused" thing?

DIANE
It'll only be for two weeks. And it's not
like I'm going to China. It's Chicago.

ANDREW
Promise me you wont join any
off-broadway musicals.

DIANE
I promise.

There's a beat. She leans in and kisses her son again.

DIANE
I'll call everyday.

ANDREW
You don't have to.

DIANE
I want to.

ANDREW
I don't want you to.

DIANE
You don't?

ANDREW
It'd be creepy!

DIANE
Why?

ANDREW
Mom, there's no way in hell I'm
gonna be throwing any parties or
raves or whatever, so you don't
have to check up on me. I'm
mature and levelheaded and I
know words like "contradistinction".

DIANE
It wouldn't be a check up. Just
a friendly hello.

ANDREW
Creepy.

DIANE
Oh stop.

ANDREW
Every other day?

DIANE
Fine. Every other day.

THE CAR HONKS AGAIN. Andrew starts growing restless.

ANDREW
I gotta go.

DIANE
Alright.

They hug rather quickly, and Andrew's out the door. No "I love you"s are exchanged. Somberly, Diane watches him leave.

CUT TO

EXT. CAR - MOVING SHOT - MORNING

A jet black convertible is being driven by ZELDA NORRIS, a 17 year old punk goth type, dressed heavily in black and made up like a demented clown. You know those types. One hand's on the wheel, the other holds a lit cigarette.

Andrew is riding shotgun, and he's a lot more tense than we saw him with Diane.

ANDREW
I'm gonna die, Zelda. I can feel it.
Like a... like a virus. I'm gonna die.

ZELDA
Shut up.

ANDREW
No, seriously!

ZELDA
No, shut up.

ANDREW
My urban legend column is due today
and the only thing I have to write about
is that god damn cursed video tape.

ZELDA
So write a whole column about that.
Stop being a putz.

She takes a drag.

ANDREW
Those things will kill you.

ZELDA
And would you stop with the death
motif? You're not the goth, here.

ANDREW
Zelda, you only became a goth to
impress that guy who listened to
Slipknot and Kittie. And where is
he now? Dating Miss "I Make
Christina Aguilera look like a first
class British debutante".

Zelda PUNCHES him in the arm. He recoils.

ZELDA
Look, just interview some people that
knew Josh Turandot.

Andrew's face darkens somewhat.

ANDREW
It hasn't even been two weeks since-
(pause)
I think it'd be insensitive.

ZELDA
So make some shit up. It's an urban
legend, not the Vietcam war.

ANDREW
Vietnam.

ZELDA
Whatever.

His head suddenly hits his seat. He groans.

ZELDA
It's not that bad, man. Okay, so
you miss a deadline for the Weekly
Douchebag, so what? You're the
best writer they have. No way
they'll bag you.

A beat.

ANDREW
You really think so?

She smirks somewhat.

ANDREW
Thanks.

Andrew looks back at her, somewhat pensive now.

ANDREW
So, have you talked to Logan?

Zelda PUNCHES him in the arm again.

ANDREW
Christ, woman!

ZELDA
Logan's an asshole of the highest
class.

ANDREW
I thought you two decided just to
be friends?

ZELDA
Until he told the school I had my
period on the night we were gonna
do it.

ANDREW
TMI, Zelda.

ZELDA
'TMI'? What are you, a SoCal
valley girl? He made that shit up,
Andrew. I told you, he's an asshole.

A SIREN blares from behind, scaring the shit out of them.

ZELDA
What the hell?

It's a POLICE CRUISER.

ZELDA
I forgot my license!

ANDREW
Wait...

The cruiser passes them and heads off in front. Zelda lets out a relieved sigh, slumping back in her seat. Andrew stars playing a CIRCULAR car refreshener hanging from the rearview mirror.

ANDREW
And what kind of prospective
medical student forgets their
license?

ZELDA
Prospective's pushing it, bud.
With the grades I'm getting...

ANDREW
You're doing fine.

ZELDA
Not spelling your name correctly
on a calculus test you FAILED
can not be construed as doing
fine.

ANDREW
I've offered to help you study
countless times.

Zelda pulls up into the driveway of their high school.

ANDREW
And we graduate next year. We
still have time.

She parks and turns the ignition off, and then flicks her burnt out cigarette away.

ZELDA
I'll be fine, alright? I don't need
anyone's help.

Zelda pushes open her door and steps out. Andrew follows suit, somewhat miffed.

CUT TO

EXT. REVERE HIGH SCHOOL - MORNING - CONTD

A sprawling set of buildings, expansive and ivy-covered. One could mistake it as a University. And despite its homey, warm appearance, there's just something about it that looks menacing and strange.

Zelda and Andrew walk through the students milling around. They look out of place amongst all the midriff baring girls and bling-bling flashing guys. Andrew leads her over to a newstand, and picks up a copy of THE WEEKLY INFORMER, Revere's weekly student-run newspaper.

ANDREW
(glancing over)
Hey, the memorial service is
tomorrow.
(looks at Zelda)
Did you wanna go?

ZELDA
Do I look like I wanna go?

He stares at her.

ANDREW
Well... you look like that all the time.

She's about to punch him again, but he sidesteps and crosses over to her other side.

ANDREW
Isn't it a little surreal, though? Josh,
Terry, Brandon... and that other
girl, what was her name?

They walk up towards the front doors.

ZELDA
Katie, I think. She went to L'Amoreux
with Becca.

ANDREW
Yeah. How's it possible they all died
at the same time?

ZELDA
Some students are saying it was
a timed grouped suicide.

Andrew throws her a sour look.

ZELDA
Hey, don't shoot the messenger.
You should hear the "overdosed
on estrogen" theory...

She continues on ahead, and Andrew stays behind.

HIS POV: Looking around the schoolyear, seeing some students play hackey sack, some sitting and chatting, some doing last-minute homework. But they're all doing it in groups... with friends.

Andrew turns back and walks toward the school, sighing quietly.

CUT TO

INT. COMPUTER LAB - HOURS LATER

A huge room with rows upon rows of iMacs lined up for student usage. There are a sparse few here, one of them including ANDREW. He's sitting at the very back of the room, eyes glued on his screen.

CLOSE UP: The screen. A word document has been opened... but it's blank.
CLOSE UP: His fingers, perched over the keyboard, like owls watching their prey.

Andrew sighs again, nothing's coming to him.

ANDREW'S POV: Off the reflection of the screen, he sees an angry looking STUDENT barreling towards him.

ANDREW
Shit...

The student marches right up to him. This is CRYSTAL, 18, head of the newspaper, and she looks Pissed (capital P intended).

CRYSTAL
Tell me what time it is, Dark.

ANDREW
(glances at his watch)
Hi, Crystal.

CRYSTAL
WHAT TIME IS IT?

CRYSTAL
Erm... 2:13 pm.

CRYSTAL
(nodding furiously)
Mmhm! And tell me, Dark, what time
were you supposed to submit your
column, today?

ANDREW
(sheepishly)
9 am?

CRYSTAL
(pointing pointedly)
ON THE DOT, ANDREW! We had an
agreement! You submit your god damn
columns to me ON THE DOT.

She puts her hands on her hips and thrusts her head foreward every time she wants to emphasize a word (the capitalized words, that is). It makes her look like a chicken.

CRYSTAL
I TOLD you, I TOLD you, I TOLD you.
Everyone ELSE submitted their stuff!
What makes YOU think that YOU had
immunity to this rule? Hmm? HMM?

Andrew's trying to look as serious as possible, but it's obvious he's stifling back laughter. He shrugs uselessly.

CRYSTAL
You're suspended from the Weekly
Informer for the week, Mr. Dark.
You'll hand in your column next week.
Is that understood?

ANDREW
Yes. Clear as crys...

He stops there. Crystal glares at him again and scurries away. Sighing yet again, Andrew turns back to the blank screen... and gets an idea.

CLOSE UP: The screen. Words are typed furiously onto it.

"You will die in seven days." Or so the legend says...

Smiling contently at his first line, he saves it disk, takes it out, and heads off.

FADE TO

EXT. BLOCKBUSTER VIDEO - LATER

A little after school has ended. Seattle weather has cruelly kicked in, and it's raining. ANDREW appears walking down the street, backpack slung over his shoulder, clutching an umbrella. He heads inside.

INT. BLOCKBUSTER VIDEO - CON'TD

This particular Blockbuster conspicuously looks like the one featured in the alternate ending of the first movie (...).

Andrew steps inside, closing his umbrella. He turns to a clerk, working the counter, whom he knows on a first name basis.

ANDREW
Hey Max.

MAX, a 30something, tired looking guy, gives him a faint nod. He's on the phone.

MAX
(into phone)
Honey, I swear to God, that wasn't
me in those videos. That could've
been anyone's ass!

The CAMERA follows Andrew as he leisurely walks through rows of videos and DVDs.

CLOSE UP: A pan across the comedy section, following Andrew's legs. He stops, picks up some random title, gives it a little look-over. Upon hearing the chatter of fellow teenagers, he looks up.

A group of of people his age, a couple of girls and guys, are standing at the "New Releases" section.

GIRL #1
I don't want that one! Look at the
freaking cover.

BOY #1
Since when do you not like scantily
clad ladies?

GIRL #1
Ew, you wish.

BOY #1
Yes, I wish.

Girl #2 picks up another title.

GIRL #2
What about this one?

BOY #2
Nah, that one's too gay.

GIRL #2
Would you prefer a bi-curious
videotape instead?

BOY #2
Why are you being such a bitch?

Girl #2 starts attacking Boy #2, who shrieks in response, but it's all friendly.

ANDREW (O.S.)
Actually, I heard the sequel of that
one's better.

They all stop what they're doing, and turn to him.

ANDREW
I mean, if you're having trouble
deciding... I'd... I'd go with the
sequel.

Their glares never fade.

GIRL #1
Um, do you work here?

ANDREW
Well, no, but-

GIRL #1
Then leave us alone. Christ.

They turn back to their discussion. Andrew watches somberly.

BOY #2 (O.S.)
I told you, that one's too gay!

His face reddening, Andrew turns back and hides himself in the FOREIGN FILM aisle.

ON THE COUNTER, in which Max is still on the phone.

MAX
Honey, don't hang up. Please - honey!
Those girls didn't matter! Okay? I-I...
I felt dirty. THEY were dirty. Literally.
Like, I don't think they took baths...

ON ANDREW, browsing quickly through various foreign film titles, more interested in calming himself down than watching anything from Spain or Germany.

WOMAN (O.S.)
This is the one you're looking for.

Startled, he turns to see a woman standing next to him. Long blonde hair, penetrating blue eyes and a nice smile. Early 30s and very pretty. It's RACHEL KELLER.

ANDREW
Excuse me?

She smiles at him, holding up a video.

RACHEL
Anyone interested in foreign cinema
HAS to see this movie...

CLOSE UP: The video she's holding. It's a copy of "The Eye".

RACHEL
You like horror movies, don't you?

ANDREW
Very much so, yes.

RACHEL
Then here!

Rachel practically shows the video into his hands. He looks it over warily.

ANDREW
I don't know Japanese.

RACHEL
No worries, there are subtitles.

He turns his weary eyes over to Rachel. Who IS this woman?

ANDREW
Well... it doesn't look bad... I guess...

RACHEL
(persuasively)
It's about an evil eye.

ANDREW
(smiles thinly)
I gathered. But... I think I'll take the
DVD instead.

Andrew's free hand lurches for The Eye DVD sitting peacefully on a counter across from them. Rachel dashes over to intercept, her whole body suddenly rigid with fear.

RACHEL
No!

ANDREW
No?

RACHEL
The video's so much better.

ANDREW
How's that?

She can't really think of a reason. Rachel leans in closer.

RACHEL
Look, I'll be honest with you, kid.
(lower, conspiratorially)
I know things.

ANDREW
What things?

RACHEL
Sony's got sweatshops and acid
mines all over Asia, and everytime
somebody buys or rents a DVD,
which they have royalities on,
you just hired another child laborer.

ANDREW
(horrified)
Oh my god.

RACHEL
I know. It's terrible.

ANDREW
(still frowning)
I'll rent the videotape, then.

RACHEL
Good choice.

ANDREW
Thank you.

RACHEL
Don't mention it.

They smile at one another, and he heads off for the counter. The mirth from Rachel's face gradually drains. She turns around and sees her son, AIDAN, standing at the end of the aisle. He stares at his mother. We can't tell if he's pissed off or just really sad.

RACHEL
(moving to him)
Honey, I...

Aidan coldly turns away, walking briskly towards the Children's aisle. Rachel wraps her arms around herself, her heart thumping in her throat. She looks over to the front of the store and watches Andrew approach Max.

AT THE FRONT OF THE STORE

Andrew puts The Eye videotape on the counter. He watches Max with peculiar fascination.

MAX
Don't hang up! Don't hang up! Don't
hang...
(he slams the phone down)
YOU BITCH!

Everybody in the store immediately looks up at him.

MAX
Oh, no, I wasn't talking to this
customer. That was my girlfriend.

They stare at him harder. He mutters something under his breath, takes the tape.

ANDREW
(sympathetically)
Trouble in paradise again?

MAX
You know it. Phone number please.

ANDREW
Max. It's me.

MAX
Right.

He hands Max his Blockbuster card and turns to look back through the store. He matches Rachel's gaze, who immediately turns away. Andrew frowns.

ON MAX, too shaky and angry from the fight to notice, as he slips a receipt into the videocase, that the video is UNMARKED and obviously a recordable tape. He puts it into a bag, hands it to Andrew.

MAX
(very droll)
Have a nice day.

ANDREW
Say it like you mean it.

There's no response, only a look that could cut through stone.

ANDREW
Seeya in three days.

He's about to leave, but Max suddenly cuts in-

MAX
(ominously)
You don't have enough time.

ANDREW
(startled)
What?

MAX
That's due back tomorrow.

ANDREW
It's a shame you're not the manager.

MAX
It's a shame you're still here.

ANDREW
Funny.

MAX
(with a monotone)
I'm a funny guy.

CUT TO

EXT. BLOCKBUSTER - STREETS - CONTD

It's still raining, and maybe even harder than before. Andrew opens up his umbrella and runs across the street as soon as it's empty. He walks for a couple of moments, and realises there's someone standing in front of him.

It's LOGAN REDFIELD, an 18 year old, All-American jock. Athletic and often dumb, but there's just something about him that sets him apart from others in his clique. He doesn't have an umbrella, so his perfect hair is getting soaked.

They stare at each other for what seems like hours.

LOGAN
Hey.

ANDREW
Hi.

Awkward beat.

ANDREW
Are you, um, going home?

LOGAN
I was thinking of dropping by a
strip club first.

ANDREW
Don't let me stand in your way.

Logan's mouth curls and it almost looks like he's smiling.

LOGAN
Yeah, I'm going home.

ANDREW
Here.

He hands Logan the umbrella, and then puts on a hood from the back of his jacket.

ANDREW
Give it to me tomorrow at school.

Andrew starts heading away, but Logan stops him.

LOGAN
No, man, I don't have to. We live on
the same street.

ANDREW
Oh, do we?

The look on his face clearly tells he already knows. Logan gestures.

LOGAN
We could walk home together.

Andrew tries hard to act aloof.

ANDREW
Yeah, okay, whatever.

He takes off his hood, and they share the umbrella as they walk.

CUT TO

EXT. RESIDENTIAL NEIGHBORHOOD - A LITTLE LATER

Your typical suburban nightmare. Rows of two story homes stretch out as far as the eye can see. Andrew and Logan are walking through, chatting. The rain has lightened up and only falls down in a tiny shower, now, so the umbrella has been put away.

LOGAN
So how you enjoying your job at
The Weekly Douchebag?

ANDREW
Informer. Why does everyone call it
that?

LOGAN
Beats me.

ANDREW
It's going fine... except not really with
the fine part.

LOGAN
I'll give you a couple of moments to
finetune your English.

Andrew gives Logan a friendly shove.

ANDREW
I missed the deadline this week.

LOGAN
What are you writing about?

ANDREW
You know that rumour going around
Revere? About how Josh and them
were killed by a videotape?

LOGAN
That?
(Andrew nods)
Heavy duty stuff, dude.

ANDREW
Do you know anything about it, by
the way? Anything at all?

LOGAN
No... but I know that they found
some chick's body in a well. Some
are saying it has to do with the tape.

ANDREW
Hm?

LOGAN
At Shelter Mountain Inn, where Josh
and Katie went a couple of weekends
ago. Supposedly some reporter found
this well underneath the cabin they
stayed at...

Andrew makes a face.

LOGAN
What?

ANDREW
No, go on.

LOGAN
And, yeah... in the well there was a
body of a girl who died 20 years ago.
Or... was that 23? 24... I forget.
(pause)
It's freaky shit. Sure you can do it?

ANDREW
Nothing I can't handle.

Logan gives a tiny laugh.

ANDREW
What?

LOGAN
No, I agree. There's nothing you can't
handle. I mean, remember in Grade 6?
You did that exposé on the janitor's
drinking problem.

ANDREW
(chuckles)
Yeah man! I got in so much shit for
that.
(somewhat incredulously)
I can't believe you remembered.

Logan stops. Andrew does, too.

LOGAN
What makes you say that?

ANDREW
I just meant that... you know... you've
been busy with your own friends... and
we haven't really-

A CAR HONKS suddenly. They both JUMP. A jeep has stopped in the street in front of them, filled with several JOCKS and CHEERLEADERS. We recognize some of them from Blockbuster. Andrew's face noticeably drains in colour.

The driver, MARK, calls out.

MARK
Yo, Logan! We were just at your house,
you weren't there!

LOGAN
You caught me.

MARK
We rented Boogie Nights, man!

A huge smile appears on Logan's face.

LOGAN
(praising him)
Dawg!

ANDREW
(very quietly)
I'll, uh, see you, then...

Andrew walks ahead quickly toward his house. Logan stops and looks after him, for one tiny moment, then moves to the jeep.

FADE TO

INT. ANDREW'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - LATER

A home that once seemed warm and inviting now appears startling cold and depressing.

ANGLE: There are potted plants all over the room. There's even two green, leafy ferns sitting ontop of the entertainment center which houses the tv.

The blue screen of the television set is the only source of light in the room. It casts an eerie glow on...

...Andrew is sitting in front of his tv, underneath it is a DVD/VCR combo. He picks up The Eye video, observes it for a second, and then takes the tape out of the casing.

CLOSE UP: The tape. Like we saw before at Blockbuster, it's unmarked and labelless. Andrew stares down at it curiously.

ANGLE: The bay window. Moonlight filters in hauntingly, casting shadows of the potted plants all over the opposite wall.

Andrew takes a deep breath and pushes the tape into his VCR. His finger pauses over the play button.

MAX (V.O.)
You don't have enough time...

After another pause, he finally presses play.

ON THE TV:

Blackness. A pause. A stutter. Several frames pass by before we see...

-the ring, hollowed out and circling with glowing light

A terrifying humming noise emits from the tv's speakers. It almost sounds like a little girl is singing.

-dark red blood flowing into rushing water

-a nail, with a finger hauntingly poised over it

-a chair sitting serenly, then a ladder leaning against a wall

The humming noise loudens, crackling, as if the sound itself is bursting into flames.

-a tree, with bare, dead branches is framed in front of a playground, which contains several WRITHING CHILDREN screaming, being burnt to death

ON ANDREW, cringing, the images seem to be physically hurting him.

ON THE TV:

-a woman brushing her hair in front of a mirror, after a quick edit, another mirror appears, this one with the image of the long, dark haired girl

-a serene, windswept cliff. a fly climbs over the screen

-a finger being split by a nail

ON ANDREW, he grunts in pain quietly. His nose begins to BLEED.

ON THE TV:

-the infamous image of maggots which transforms into hundreds of people drowning

-the once serene chair, now upside down and spinning angrily

-several horses lie dead on a shore. one horse's stomach has been split open, and a fetal horse has been dragged out of it.

Andrew's had enough. He rushes over to the VCR and hits the power button a little harder than he normally would. BLOOD is pouring out of his right nostril in a disturbingly fast manner. He brings his hand to his nose and wipes some away.

INT. BATHROOM - MOMENTS LATER

CLOSE UP: in the sink basin, staring down at the circular water drain. Clear water pours down into it. Seconds later, blood dribbles down into the sink basin.

FLASH CUT: An image from the video, dark red blood flowing into rushing water.

Andrew looks up at his reflection to see his nosebleed has stopped, but the blood is still on his face and arms. He scrubs at his arms first, furiously, and then splashes water onto his face.

He turns off the tap, heart pounding against his chest. Andrew looks at his reflection, and is startled to see...

THE LITTLE GIRL.

Oh, who am I kidding, we all know her name: SAMARA. She lifts up her head full of long greasy hair. Andrew stifles back a scream and forces himself away from the mirror, slamming into the wall behind him.

ON THE MIRROR: normal again. It's just Andrew, and he looks like he's gonna cry. The bathroom fills with the sound of his shrill, rapid breathing.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTD

Andrew staggers inside, physically weakened. His eyes lock onto the tv, which is blaring that familiar snowy static.

ANGLE: The two ferns sitting above the tv are now BLACK, ROTTING, AND DEAD.

SMASH TO

INT. REVERE HIGH LIBRARY - THE NEXT DAY

Tall bookcases cast huge shadows all over the large, echo-y room. In the center of the library is a smattering of small, round tables. Students are scattered about.

KELLEN, a dark featured 18 year old boy, (who, in the first film, was the teenage boy who told Rachel that Josh died the same night as Katie) is sitting at a table alone. He's casually leafing through a magazine called Video Watchdog.

Andrew, in a very no-nonsense way, comes over, sits down, places his things on the seat next to him, and extracts a audiotape recorder. Kellen looks up, annoyed.

KELLEN
Can I help you?

ANDREW
That's what I'm here to find out. I
need you tell me everything you know
about the tape that killed Josh.

KELLEN
Maybe the concept of "social niceties"
hasn't been fully embraced by you yet,
but-

ANDREW
He was your friend, Kellen. I know he
was.

Kellen pauses, lets Andrew speak.

ANDREW
And right now, the only thing stopping
me from making sense of his death is you.

He very pointedly turns the audio recorder on, and sets it aside.

ANDREW
So please.
(beat)
Before Josh died. He must have told
you something... mentioned something.

KELLEN
Only that Katie didn't put out.

Andrew SLAMS his fist onto the table, alerting Kellen and everyone surrounding them.

ANDREW
You don't have to take this seriously,
but I'm not going away until you do.

Kellen almost glares at him.

KELLEN
Who the hell do you think you are?
(pause)
Who ARE you anyway?

ANDREW
That's not-

KELLEN
(disgusted)
You're the one who hangs out with
Zelda Norris.

ANDREW
(a little hurt)
Kellen-

He starts gathering up his things. Andrew stares at him, completely dumbfounded.

KELLEN
And no offense, but that Zelda
chick kinda really skeeves me out.
And didn't you hear that she
purposefully waits for her period
to have sex with guys?

With strength that surprises even himself, Andrew grabs Kellen by the forearm and doesn't let go.

ANDREW
(dead serious)
This tape kills you when you watch
it. I saw it. But I'm not dead. Josh
saw it, and right now he's six feet
underground-

KELLEN
(giving in)
Seven days.

Beat. Andrew's grip losens a tiny bit.

ANDREW
I'm sorry?

KELLEN
Josh told me that after they watched
the tape, they all got a phone call. A
girl on the other end... I guess... knew
they saw it, somehow. And she told
them they had seven days to live.

ANDREW
(almost inaudible)
And seven days later...

He doesn't need anyone to finish the sentence for him.

FADE TO

INT. AUDIO VISUAL ROOM - REVERE HIGH SCHOOL - LATER

A room the size of a big walk-in closet, practically packed in with lots of stereo equipment, tvs, vcrs, dvds, and other stuff that would make a/v geeks drool.

Sammy, an aforementioned a/v geek, is giving Andrew a little tour/info session.

SAMMY
Our highest quality VCR is this guy
here.

ANDREW
What brand is that?

SAMMY
Sony.

ANDREW
(shuddering)
Is there another...?

SAMMY
(off in another direction)
And this is the mother of all equipment
we got here in The Nook.

Sammy gestures to a very nice looking television set.

SAMMY
Flat screen, high definition, and with
audio so sweet your ears will be
bleeding honey.

ANDREW
That's fantastic, and everything,
but all I need to do is examine a
tape. That's all.

SAMMY
Ah. What kind of tape?

Andrew pauses... he doesn't really know.

ANDREW
A homemade one, I guess.

Sammy right eye brow is raised.

SAMMY
Ahh, I got ya. There are tissues in
the shelf over-

ANDREW
No! God, no. Ew. Please. No, no,
that's not what-

SAMMY
Hey, I ain't judging!

Sammy backs off and heads out the exit.

SAMMY
Be sure to lock up when you're done.

He closes the door behind him.

ANDREW
(under his breath)
Moron.

Andrew sets his bag down and takes out the video, still bound inside "The Eye" case. He turns to the tv and switches it on. There's a very pregnant pause as he considers what he's about to do.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Scares the shit out of him. Andrew struggles to find his voice as he calls out-

ANDREW
Who's there?

LOGAN (O.S.)
Uh, Sammy? I have some of those
Sum 41 burns that you wanted...

ANDREW
Lord, don't get me started on them.

LOGAN (O.S.)
(confused)
Andrew?

The door opens, and Logan pops in, holding some CD cases. He smiles awkwardly.

LOGAN
Sorry, I thought that-

ANDREW
No, it's alright.

Logan takes a couple more steps in, setting the CDs on a counter as he passes.

LOGAN
Whatcha doin'?

ANDREW
Research.

LOGAN
Mm. This for your column?

ANDREW
(shrugs)
We'll see.

Andrew's clearly a little uncomfortable with this, and Logan can tell.

LOGAN
I'm not good at this shit..

ANDREW
Shit? Which kind?

LOGAN
I guess I wanted to apologize for
yesterday. You know, with the...
rudeness.

ANDREW
You're apologizing for something
in your nature?

Pause. Logan gets a little fed up.

LOGAN
Look, man, you can't expect me to
atone for every damn thing that's
happened since elementary school.

ANDREW
Atone! Check it out! MVP of Revere
High's all-important basketball team
knows an SAT word.

LOGAN
Why the hell are you doing this to me?
I try so hard to-

SOMEBODY CLEARS THEIR THROAT at the entrance of the room. They both look over to see Zelda standing at the door, looking more than a little annoyed.

ZELDA
Before you two resort to mud wrestling,
I'd like a little word with Andrew.

Andrew throws Logan a look and exits with her. Logan crosses his arms and lets out an exasperated breath.

HIS POV: The Eye cover catches his attention. The blank, unmarked videotape remains half-pulled out of the cover. Intrigued, Logan walks over to it and pulls the tape out fully. He looks over at the VCR.

INT. HALLWAY - CONTD

Andrew shuts the door behind him.

ANDREW
God, that was horrible.

ZELDA
I'm sorry. I had to pull you out. I
couldn't let His Assholeness spread
his reign of terror out to the
undeserving.

ANDREW
He's really not that bad when he's
not... you know... talking.

ZELDA
The guy grosses me out to no end.
He used to date Trixie Weller.

ANDREW
Trixie's nice.

ZELDA
Yeah, but who the hell names their kid that?

ANDREW
I appreciate your extraction chopper
method of saving me, but if that's all,
I really should get back...

ZELDA
Okay, that's cool. I'll seeya.

ANDREW
Yeah.

ZELDA
Hey... I'm picking you up tomorrow,
remember? And you'll be there?

ANDREW
Oh yeah. On the dot.

She smiles, then leaves. Andrew's eyes are almost immediately drawn to the door leading into the audio visual room.

ANGLE: The little space between the bottom of the door and the floor is filled with a luminous LIGHT. Logan's watching something. Eerie, static-like humming can be heard filling the room, flowing through the cracks of the door.

Andrew's heart skips a couple of beats, and goes into full-on panic mode. His hand grasps the knob, and he flings the door open.

INT. AUDIO VISUAL ROOM - SAME

LOGAN is standing in front of the flatscreened tv, staring at the very last image of the cursed video... that terrible, terrible well. Andrew bursts inside just as the screen bursts into static.

ANDREW
LOGAN!

More angry than he is worried, Andrew runs up to Logan and SHAKES the guy furiously. It looks pretty ridiculous, considering how much bigger Logan is. But he only stands there, in shock, eyes wide and still staring at the tv.

ANDREW
You watched it?! Logan!! Did you
watch it?!

Andrew recieves no response... except for the ringing of a CELL PHONE. Logan swallows something rising in his throat, but still doesn't move. Shaking, Andrew reaches into Logan's pocket and answers for him.

ANDREW
(tensing)
Hello?

There's only silence, for what seems like forever. Logan finally snaps out of it and grabs the cell from Andrew's quivering hand.

LOGAN
Hello?

More silence. Just before Logan hangs up-

SAMARA (V.O.)
(from phone, softly)
...seven... days...

His face contorts in anger.

LOGAN
Who the fuck is this??

A sweet, but haunting melody suddenly comes through from the other end.

"Here we go
The world is spinning"

Andrew grimaces, and his eyes widen. He hears it too. It's coming off the TELEVISION SET as well as Logan's phone.

"When it stops
It's just beginning"

Logan takes his ear off the phone and stares at the tv along with Andrew. Neither of them know what to say.

"Sun comes up
We laugh and we cry"

Andrew furiously turns up the volume.

"Sun goes down
And then-"

ZZZT. The harsh buzz of static once again takes over the airwaves, the strange rhyme cut off. Logan listens to his phone again, but the line's now dead.

CLOSE UP: The tv screen, again. A word is being smeared onto the static by, what one could guess is, a child's finger.

"r e b o r n"

They can't help but stare at the screen, and then, at each other. Logan's nose begins to bleed.