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Adrenaline by Adam Johnson 3336 Spruce lane Grapevine, TX 76051 (214) 460-1526 email@example.com FADE IN: EXT. STREET, BUS ROUTE - MORNING The street is deserted. One of the city's more rural neighborhoods. The leaves on all of the trees are turning a rich brown. They cover the grass on the lawns. INT. SCHOOL BUS - MORNING The driver stares in the oversized rear-view mirror just above him, looking back at the rowdiness of adolescence. In the back of the bus the kids are going crazy. The bus is filled with an utter chaos. Everyone struggles to talk over one another, resulting in one massive unified shouting. EXT. STREET, BUS ROUTE - MORNING The bus edges around a corner on the single lane street. A figure, at least eighteen, stands blurry in the distance, awaiting the bus. INT. SCHOOL BUS - MORNING The bus's brakes SCREECH as it slowly comes to a stop. The bus driver looks over to the door and opens it with his free hand. He gets a good look at the kid - brown hair, not cleanly cut, skinny, nerdy. The boy is DYLAN DANDRIDGE. He stares at the bus driver. And waits. Beat. He takes a step onto the bus. EXT. STREET, BUS ROUTE - MORNING The air brakes hiss, and the bus drives off. SUPERIMPOSE -- ADRENALINE INT. SCHOOL BUS, BACK - SHORT TIME LATER Dylan sits in the back of the bus. The bus is full of kids, but Dylan is alone, the only empty seat is next to him. He's busy reading an issue of "The Amazing Spider-Man". Across the bus and up three rows a jock in a letter jacket peers past the seat and smiles as he looks on. 2. He turns back to his buddy in the seat next to him, another jock, but bigger, and nudges him in the gut with his elbow. The little jock motions to Dylan with his head. One of them says something, but it's muffled by their immediate laughter. They take another look over the seat, and another burst of chuckles erupt. Dylan is oblivious, still reading. A moment later there is another loud burst of sound and the bus slows to a stop, jerking suddenly near the end. He continues to read. After a pause the bus begins to pull away, jerking everyone in the opposite direction. The jolt forces his head up from the pages. He sees an eighteen year-old GIRL, dressed to impress, beautiful, speaking with the jocks, DEAN and WILL, from the aisle. One of them says something to her and she looks around the bus anxiously. She spots Dylan, with an open seat next to him. As soon as she sees him Dylan averts his eyes, pretending not to have seen her. He stares out the window, the comic resting in his lap with his thumb stuck on his last page. GIRL Do you mind if I sit? There are no other seats. Dylan looks up at her and shakes his head "no." She bends down and struggles to fit her bag underneath the seat. Her shirt slides forward and her lower back is exposed. Dylan stares, at her derriere. He hears a chuckle and quickly breaks his gaze to see the jocks smiling obnoxiously at him again. He averts their gaze as well, and notices the comic still in his lap. He takes his thumb out of it and slides it into his open backpack, trying to be unnoticed. She sits down beside him. She avoids looking in his direction. DYLAN So, are you going to school? She looks at him, a "duh" face. 3. GIRL Uh huh. She quickly turns from him again. DYLAN It's my first day. My family just moved here. She forces a smile at him. DYLAN How long have you gone here? She stares out the opposite window, looking away from him. GIRL (somber) I've always gone here. DYLAN You sound like you don't -- GIRL --Don't like it? No, it's not-- (warmer, smiling) It's not that. It's just... school. DYLAN (smiling) Yeah. She looks at him and sees the edge of the comic book sticking out of his backpack. GIRL Oh. You like comic books? DYLAN Oh, yeah. Embarrassed, he slowly pushes the exposed edge into his backpack, trying not to let her see. DYLAN Do you? Do you read them? Trying not to be too cruel, GIRL No. I just think they're so ridiculous. So unreal. 4. DYLAN Everything's rooted in reality. No matter how ridiculous. GIRL Still, don't you think you're a little old to be reading those? DYLAN You're never too old to dream. There is an awkward silence as Dylan struggles for something more to say. He hears laughing and looks over at the jocks sneering again. They beckon for her to join them. They tap their open palms on a space they've made in between them. DYLAN (to Girl) I'm Dylan Dandridge. He extends his hand for a handshake. His introduction draws her away from the others. She looks at him, and takes his hand. GIRL Sarah. After they disconnect she looks around. Dylan looks out the window as a car pounds by. His hand rests on his knee. SARAH watches it. She suddenly feels too close to him. She scoots over, trying not to be too obvious. She's ready to fall off the edge of the small bus seats. DYLAN So, maybe I could walk you to class? She looks up to him. Beat. SARAH (soft) I have a boyfriend. (beat) I'm sorry, but he's right over there. She starts to gather her things from beneath the seat. 5. DYLAN Wait. I thought we were just-- She gets up. She sits down in the tight space with the two jocks, sitting quickly. Dylan watches as she shakes hands with the two jocks, meeting for the first time. Dylan rests his head on the window of the bus, watching the world pass him by. After a moment he reaches into his bag and pulls the comic book out. He begins to read. The bus sways and lulls as it drives on. Dylan can't concentrate. He lifts his eyes out from the comic and sees a girl, KELLY, blonde and beautiful, looking at him. When she sees his gaze she quickly turns her head, averting her gaze from his. Dylan keeps staring, he can't look away. TYLER THOMPSON, her boyfriend, the same age, shouts at Dylan as Dylan continues to ogle his girlfriend. Tyler wears a dark red school jacket, made of a special velvet material for him only, with an added insignia, an enormous bright yellow "C" on one side, in it reads: CAPTAIN. TYLER Hey! He looks at Dylan in an angry puzzlement. Dylan quickly looks away. Dylan hears them speaking softly to one another, from across the bus. KELLY (distant) Babe... don't. TYLER (distant) What? I don't like anyone looking at you like that. KELLY (distant) He's just some kid. Dylan delves back into his issue, suffering another humiliation. 6. Soon the bus screeches to a stop, arriving at the school. Dylan looks out the bus window on the other side, a long look at his new home away from home for the first time. INT. HIGH SCHOOL, 1ST FLOOR HALLWAY - MORNING The tardy bell rings, billowing through every hallway. Kids and teachers alike scatter across the hallways, struggling to find their classrooms amidst the chaos. The hall is filled with people, like rush hour traffic. Dylan is the only one not moving, the only thing he can do is search for the class he's supposed to be in. He grabs someone by the arm. DYLAN Excuse me? The man spins around, very angry. He jerks his arm back, and walks away. He steps in front of a teacher. DYLAN Can you--? But the teacher pushes past him, not caring. Dylan can only speak out, hoping someone will answer his plea. DYLAN Does anyone know where Health is? But of course, no one answers him. Will passes him. WILL Geek. Surrounding people laugh. The hallways begin to empty, and Dylan is left wondering. INT. HEALTH CLASS - DAY The bell rings, but Dylan is nowhere in sight. The class is nearly full, only a few open desks remain. The female teacher, MRS. LEVIN, begins to speak to the class. On the board behind her, in the far corner, her name is scribbled in chalk. 7. MRS. LEVIN Ok, so-- Her sentence is cut off as she spots Dylan looming in the doorway, trying to sneak by her. MRS. LEVIN You're late. Embarrassed, he nods his head, "yes." He stands still in the doorway, his head lowered in shame, further embarrassed. MRS. LEVIN Sit. I'm letting you off the hook. DYLAN Oh. WILL (O.S.) Geek. Dylan looks over the seats and sees an open desk near Kelly. He hurries over. As he heads for the desk the teacher begins to talk, without waiting for him to sit down. Tyler fires a look at the kid behind the open desk, demanding a very specific response. Instantly the seat stealer throws his backpack into the chair. Dylan quickly walks away towards another open desk, one beside Kelly, the only open seats are seemingly near her. Along with one in front of Tyler. Tyler shoots another look at the kid next to the open desk, he doesn't want him to sit anywhere near his girlfriend. The kid next to the desk quickly plants his feet in it, smiling arrogantly. Dylan still stands as the teacher continues to talk. She sees him and finally acknowledges his distress. MRS. LEVIN Well? Dean raises his hand with great enthusiasm and signals that there is an open desk near him. 8. MRS. LEVIN (re: desk) There you go. He looks at her, pleading with his eyes. MRS. LEVIN Go on, we need to get on with class. Dylan regrettably takes the seat just in front of Tyler, who leans in close and speaks in his ear as the others watch on with anticipation. TYLER Welcome to Health class. I'm Tyler. (beat) Just keep away from my girl- Tyler looks across the room to Kelly, sitting in her desk listening to the teacher. TYLER -and you won't need to know much about maintaining physical health. Dylan is quickly petrified. The teacher picks up where she left off. MRS. LEVIN So, I'm going to pick up where we left off on the internal organs. But today I thought we'd talk about something a little more interesting: adrenaline. She turns on the overhead projector and motions to one of the students, who shuts off the lights. On the projector transparency is a picture of the ADRENAL GLAND inside the human body. MRS. LEVIN Adrenaline, also called Epinephrine, is transported through the body's bloodstream from the Adrenal Glands, shown here. Mrs. Levin points to the overhead. Dylan watches the slide as she speaks. MRS. LEVIN Adrenaline courses through the body when we're in danger, or if something scares us, or even if we're just excited. 9. Some of the men in the class giggle obnoxiously. MRS. LEVIN That's enough. She gets back on track. MRS. LEVIN When it enters our bloodstream we become stronger, faster, more agile. Any of the body's physical attributes can be heightened by this natural chemical. Reptiles are a great example. She slips a picture of a crocodile in a deathroll. MRS. LEVIN Crocodiles, before they go into what is called a "deathroll," shoot adrenaline through their bodies. It's such a rush that anyone holding the croc as it's doing this can actually feel the power building in its muscles. But, just like with all animals, adrenaline is quite toxic. That's why these guys here struggle to stop the deathroll, crocodiles have a tendency to overdo it, and they can die if they're not controlled. DEAN (sarcastic) Yeah, what a waste. She snaps to anger. MRS. LEVIN Dean, shut up. (back on track) Like I was saying, the chemical is very toxic, even to humans. So any prolonged exposure to any great amounts of this would, in fact, kill you dead. Dylan glances at Kelly across the room. She looks at him, but tries to look away before he sees her. Beat. 10. MRS. LEVIN Now, I've talked about its effects on humans - increased heartrate, increased strength and speed - now let me show you. Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. She slips a transparency onto the projector. A photograph. There is a middle-aged woman at the bumper of a Volkswagen Beetle, clutching it with extreme exertion. Under the Bug is a little girl, wedged between the front tire and a curb, screaming in pain. MRS. LEVIN There are actual proven, well, not proven, documented instances where things like this happen. (points to slide) You've all heard the myth, maybe seen it on TV: The helpless mother lifting the two-ton car off of her screaming child trapped underneath. Dylan's attention is caught. MRS. LEVIN I know all of you here probably think this picture is pure and total crap, dreamt up in Photoshop. You're all wrong. This happened in Manchester, in December of last year. The woman's name is Lisa Hodgkinson, she's thirty. The child underneath is seven. (beat) How is it even possible she lifted that car? Miracle of God? Is it all just some hoax? A medical marvel? Unfortunately, she spent the next six months lying in a hospital bed because she was in a coma brought on by an overdoes of a toxic chemical. But she saved that child. You would have all done the same. DEAN (sarcastic) How little you know me. Levin and Dean start to argue, but Dylan's attention has now completely changed focus, the noise behind him drowns out. He sees Kelly, sitting in her desk, also trying to ignore the boy's rantings. Dylan just stares at her. 11. The noise has already stopped and the teacher has begun teaching again but he can only stare, completely lost in his own hope. Kelly looks away again, beginning to blush. Tyler quickly leans in over Dylan's shoulder, speaking in his ear. TYLER Don't stare again, friend, and I won't have to catch up with you later. INT. CAFETERIA - LUNCHTIME Dylan steps out of the lunch line with a full tray of the same cruddy cafeteria food. He stands alone for a moment, and looks over the enormous cafeteria. He sees a couple of empty tables off in the corner. He doesn't move. He spots a full table with a single empty chair, just begging him to sit in it. The open chair is next to Kelly. He starts to walk over when Tyler sits down in the empty chair. Dylan watches them for a moment. Kelly says something and Tyler erupts in laughter, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek with a mouthful of food in his mouth. Kelly laughs with him. Tyler looks up, and sees Dylan. Dylan quickly turns in the opposite direction, spinning around, like a soldier. Dylan quickly scans the area again. Finds another table with several open seats, full of reasonably popular kids, judging by the number of people at the table. He hesitates. He is completely torn, not knowing whether to try for the popular table and tempt the rejection again, or go for something less painful, like being alone. He eyes another possibility: two kids, completely alone, sitting at the table in the far corner, out of the light. Both kids are outcasts, shunned away from the rest of the world. After a moment, he walks over. 12. DYLAN Hi. CONRAD and BEN look up at Dylan. Both of them are almost too typical to be real. The thick glasses, the poorly cut greasy hair. The school nerds. They look at each other. CONRAD Would you like to sit down? Dylan sits. DYLAN Thanks. Dylan hangs his head low. He doesn't say anything. They look at each other again, confused. BEN Are you alright? You- DYLAN -No, I'm not alright. Ben sits back and crosses his arms. BEN This looks familiar. Conrad nods in agreement. Dylan looks up, curious. CONRAD Would you care to tell us who? DYLAN I don't know what you're asking. CONRAD Would you care to tell us who did this to you? Beat. Dylan motions across the cafeteria to Tyler. DYLAN That walking tricep over there. 13. BEN As suspected. (beat) I'm Ben. That's Conrad. And THAT (re: Tyler) is Tyler. DYLAN I know who he is. I mean, I... I'm Dylan. But I still don't understand. You-- CONRAD -There are two other people sitting at this table. And both of us have gone through exactly the same thing that you are now. BEN Don't let it get you down though. We're pretty cool. (beat) And God knows we can always use another friend. DYLAN What did you do that was so horrible? BEN Nothing. Unless you consider looking at someone for too long a banishable offense. CONRAD You know her: The naturally highlighted blonde hair, curled from end to end. The striking blue eyes. The dimple on her right cheek, but not the left. (beat) Kelly. (beat) We were caught and we were punished for it. DYLAN You only looked at her? CONRAD Exactly. All we did was just-- Dylan's fork drops onto his tray, interrupting loudly. 14. BEN What did you do? DYLAN I looked. Alot. CONRAD A little bit of advice among losers: Don't do it again and you'll be alright. If you see her, you run. DYLAN (absent) Yeah... But he's no longer paying attention to his own words. He can only stare at Kelly. CONRAD Are you listening? DYLAN (absent) Uh huh. CONRAD (to Ben) It's too late for this one. CONRAD I would suggest opening a spot at the morgue but I don't think he'll give our new friend the relief of death. The bell rings, lunch is over already, maybe too quickly, he wants more time to stare at her in peace. He gets up with his tray and spins around to leave, but Tyler is directly in his path. Dylan knocks his tray all over Tyler's pretty bright red letter jacket. A hush comes over the crowd, which instantly gathers around the two. Dylan instantly looks frightened, and very sorry. Conrad and Ben look at each other for a moment, then take off through the crowd. Tyler looks shocked, drenched in cafeteria food. He pushes Dylan back. 15. Across the cafeteria the lunchlady sets down her tongs and walks away, turning her back on the violence in front of her. INT. CAFETERIA BATHROOM - DAY Dylan is practically thrown into the multi-stalled bathroom by Tyler, who follows him in. Kelly rushes in. For some strange reason Dylan looks over at Kelly again, with a worried look on her face. Tyler sees him looking. And immediately grabs him by his shirt, and yanks him closer, practically lifting him off the ground. KELLY Tyler, please don't. It was an accident. Tyler turns around and sees her witnessing his violence for the first time. He looks back at Dylan, petrified. Kelly can't move. The anger rushes out of Tyler with her looking on. He throws his arms out, shoving Dylan backwards. He stays on his feet but stumbles backwards severely. With a thankful look in her eyes, Tyler turns back to Kelly. Just as Dylan loses his footing on the wet bathroom tile and slips. His head smacks the gritty white porcelain of the stall. Everything goes black. DISSOLVE TO: INT. NURSE'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON Dylan's eyes slowly open. The light from the fixtures above is blinding at first. He blinks his vision back. He sits up, suddenly aware he was laying down. He looks around the room, confused, until he realizes he's in the Nurse's office. Across the office two nurses whisper to one another. One of the seen Dylan awake and quickly informs the other in an even more hushed whisper. After a few more words, one of the nurses goes over to him. 16. NURSE How are you feeling? Better? DYLAN Better than what? What happened? NURSE You're in the nurse's office. You took a little spill. (beat) How do you feel? DYLAN Okay. NURSE Any sore spots? DYLAN No. NURSE Broken bones? DYLAN No. NURSE Numbness? DYLAN No. (beat) What was it you said happened? NURSE You fell down the stairs during lunch. Thank God that young man Tyler was there to help you. He's the heart 'n soul of this school you know. DYLAN (confused) What? No he- NURSE -He saved you son. He saved you. She obviously knows the truth. Apparently Tyler's power as the popular one takes hold of even faculty. 17. NURSE Now come on, if you don't think you need to go to the Emergency Room then I suggest you head home. Now. DYLAN Yeah. Yeah, I will. He groggily gets off the table and walks out of the room, muttering to himself once outside in the hallway. INT. NURSE'S HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS Classes are still in session, which explains why the halls are so empty. DYLAN I hate popular kids. INT. CONCRETE HALLWAY - SHORT TIME LATER Dylan takes slow, hesitant steps as he walks down a narrow hallway somewhere in the bowels of the school. He's lost. INT. MUSIC HALLWAY - SHORT TIME LATER Somehow he's made his way into the music wing, near the band rooms. The sound of a piano becomes increasingly louder with each step, beautiful, tranquil music being played by some unseen person. He follows the noise curiously, the sounds coming from a very lonely room, in the farthest of corners. He enters. INT. PIANO ROOM - AFTERNOON - CONTINUOUS And to his surprise he finds Kelly, even more beautiful than before, with her eyes closed, playing the piano, completely lost in the music she's creating. He lets her play, watching from just inside the doorway, just listening to her beauty unfold itself as music. She finally comes to the end of the song, finishing it with incredible grace and beauty, never knowing he was watching her. She hits the last key, but keeps her eyes closed, still immersed in it. 18. DYLAN (soft) Wow... He doesn't even realize he's said anything. It just slipped out. She jumps, startled by his sudden presence. She turns to face him, surprised to see him again. KELLY I don't believe it. (beat) It's Dylan, isn't it? DYLAN How do you know my name? KELLY I think I overheard it in class, I think. Dylan comes through the doorway. DYLAN Your boyfriend around? KELLY No. No one knows I play here. Except you. DYLAN I guess it's safe to talk then? KELLY Yeah. Yeah, of course. (beat) I can't believe him. (beat) You know I don't have one guy friend because of him? And his jealousy. DYLAN No, I didn't know that. KELLY You're new here, aren't you? How are you liking it so far? Dylan holds his face. KELLY Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I just- 19. DYLAN -Really, I'm fine. (beat, looks at the piano) You play beautifully. KELLY I think you said 'wow.' Dylan looks nervous standing before her. KELLY I always come down here and play. At the same time, everyday. It just relaxes me. (beat) No one even seems to notice I'm gone an hour out of the day. It's kind of depressing, really. DYLAN I think it's a relief. KELLY What do you mean? DYLAN With friends like those? I'd be glad to get away from them once in a while. Kelly smiles. She lowers her head to try and hide it, but she can't. She nods in agreement. DYLAN You actually like him? KELLY I don't know, really. I mean the things he does... bother me, but when he's with me it's like... like he's a different person. He's sweet, he's funny. Completely opposite of the one you saw. DYLAN Which one do you think is the real one? She doesn't know how to answer. KELLY Why are you here? 20. DYLAN I just got lost, coming out of the Nurse's office-- KELLY -No. I mean, why are you HERE? Talking to me now. DYLAN I don't know. I heard you playing... I guess I couldn't resist. They kind of stalemate, both seemingly nervous now. DYLAN What can you play? KELLY Only a few pages. I'm still just learning. DYLAN Do you know the Symphonies? KELLY Beethoven? Dylan nods. KELLY No, I don't. They're... well, they're too advanced. (beat) You sound like you know them. Do you play? DYLAN Advantages of being a dork. KELLY You really don't seem like that big of a dork to me. DYLAN Give it some time. Dylan sees an opening. DYLAN I could teach you. KELLY I really could use a teacher, but- 21. DYLAN -Come on, he'll never know. You said it yourself: He never comes down here. Dylan looks at her, his eyes slightly wide with anticipation. KELLY (hesitant) Okay. (beat) Swing by tomorrow and we'll start with the Symphonies. DYLAN It's a date. (beat) Maybe I shouldn't say that... KELLY Probably not. DYLAN I'll see you tomorrow then? KELLY I'll be here. He leaves the same way he came. After he exits, he jumps high into the air, clicking his heels, and holds his head in agony when he lands. Kelly watches from the window, a hint of a smile appears. EXT. STREET, COMIC SHOP - DAY Dylan walks down a lonely street, headed towards a lone building. The building has on the side of it a painted mural of all the great comic-book heroes. INT. COMIC SHOP - SHORT TIME LATER Like most comic shops this one appears entirely unorganized, with books and issues strewn about in an almost careless manner. It's very cluttered, and quite cramped. Dylan is busy shuffling through one of the many rows of comic books with his finger. Elsewhere in the store a MOTHER and DAUGHTER break the silence with their conversation. 22. MOTHER Ok well, you decide on what you want while Mommy go gets the car from across the street okay? We shouldn't have walked from the grocery store. DAUGHTER I'm sorry. The mother bends down, smiling. MOTHER Don't be sorry, babe. (kisses her forehead) I'll be right back. Dylan peeks his eyes up from the issue to look at them, smiling a bit of his own. He looks back at the issue, yet another of "Spider-Man." INT. COMIC SHOP - SHORT TIME LATER Dylan waits in line with only one other person in front of him. When the person is finished Dylan starts to move towards the counter. But the little girl gleefully rushes up beside him with an issue in hand and heads straight for the front of the line. Dylan smiles as she struggles to reach over the counter to place the issue on top. The OWNER looks at him, Dylan smiles, happily relinquishing his spot in line. DAUGHTER Mommy's coming. Without ringing her up, OWNER It's yours, honey. She yanks the issue from the counter and without a look back she's out the door. EXT. COMIC SHOP - SHORT TIME LATER The little girl sits on the sidewalk of the empty parking lot to the comic shop in the middle of nowhere, smiling and reading a comic book. Dylan walks out, the bell on the door ringing, reading his own issue while walking. 23. He doesn't see the little girl sitting down on a long concrete block designed to indicate where cars should stop when parking. He turns the page, and continues to walk until he rounds a corner, losing sight of her and the shop. He soon finishes another page. Suddenly, somewhere in the distance, tires squeal as they struggle to grab the road. There is a sick thud seconds later. And a little girl screams in agony. Before Dylan even notices the comic is on the ground and his feet patter as he races towards the accident. On the cover of the issue, Spider-Man stops an 18-wheeler from colliding with a young girl. In the distance several different screams, both of terror and of pain, echo past the many feet separating them. A moment later Dylan is there, at the scene of the accident. What he sees shocks him: The little girl, once reading a simple comic-book, is now wedged under the tire of an SUV, trapped awkwardly between it and the curb she was just sitting on moments ago. The woman driver leaps out, crying in horror, and tries to pull the little girl out by her arm. But the little girl screams even louder, the pain growing as the woman tries to help. Dylan runs over to the front bumper, and grabs it hard. He struggles hopelessly to lift it enough to free her. Nothing budges. He looks around to see if there is anyone else to help him but there is not. He struggles again to hoist the massive weight of the SUV, but of course his scrawny body can do nothing to help the little girl in trouble. He lifts one last time, an incredible weight on his arms, excruciating pain on his face. From somewhere deep inside of him, a new strength fills his muscles, he can feel the SUV moving. The metal bumper groans and bends under his strength. His struggle continues. His hands raise an inch, and another inch, and another. Dylan fights the growing weight of the SUV, as it continues to rise. The woman driver finally slides the child out from under the wheel. She clutches the girl in her arms. 24. The SUV falls and slams to the ground. MOTHER Thank you! Thank you so much! He can't answer. He can only hold his head as he staggers off the road. The female driver, her mother, puts the child in her car and takes off down the road at incredible speed. The tires spit out white smoke. Dylan is left behind, looking ill. DISSOLVE TO: INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE - LATE AFTERNOON Dylan's MOM and DAD are in the middle of a conversation. MOM So how was work this morning, Jonathan? DAD As good as it can be. (beat) How was Dylan? First days are rough. MOM Didn't you see him? DAD (sighs) No. Work needed me to open. Didn't you? MOM No, I didn't either. I had to run some errands. (beat) He must feel so alone. DAD Why do you say that? MOM He wakes up to an empty house. Goes to school. Eats by himself. Walks by himself. I'd be surprised if he even talks to anyone at school. (beat) I just hope his day was uneventful. The door slams O.S. DAD Dylan? 25. Dylan staggers into their view in the hallway. He doesn't even hear his father. MOM Are you alright? Dylan simply walks up the stairs, entirely oblivious to them. DAD (calling upstairs) Yeah, go up and rest. You probably got some of that flu that's been going around. The door shuts upstairs. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM - BATHROOM - EVENING The sound of running water. Hot water rushes over Dylan's face as he stands in the shower. A long beat - as he's lost in the heat and steam. He closes his eyes. His face tightens up. Dylan slowly hunches down and takes a seat on the tiled floor of the shower. Water pours over his weak, thin frame. Beat. His frail body begins to shake. Then we realize he's crying. In the shower, he just hugs his knees against his chest - unable to stop the shaking, as the water steams over him. FADE OUT: INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM The events of the accident - as they replay in a strange, dream-like way. -- The tires of the SUV squeal as they try to stop. -- The little girl screams. -- Metal groans. -- Dylan's face as he struggles to heave the SUV. -- The sound of his anguish. 26. -- Dylan's heart, as he grabs as the bumper. Louder and LOUDER it becomes, beating, pumping faster and faster, booming like a drum. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM - MORNING The drum beat of his heart transforms into a banging on the door, someone pounding. Dylan jumps up, face down in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead. MOM (O.S.) (behind door) You alive in there? He looks around, still dazed. MOM (O.S.) (behind door) Get up. Time for school. He looks over at the clock, 7:06 AM. DYLAN Holy crap. He throws himself out of bed, tearing on his shirt and pants. In his rush he doesn't notice, but what yesterday was so scrawny and skinny now is powerful, very muscular - toned to perfection. With clothes still hanging off of him, DAD (calling up) YOU'RE LAAAAATE! He dashes for the door. INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE, DOWNSTAIRS - DAY Dylan bolts down the stairs, taking two, sometimes three steps at a time. His backpack on, his clothes on. DYLAN (rushing) Bye Mom, bye Dad. But before they can answer he has already left, bolting out the door. They just look at each other. 27. DAD I thought you said he was sick. MOM He's just changing so much. EXT. STREET, SCHOOL ROUTE - DAY Dylan runs as fast as his legs will carry him, late for school. The track team is doing their usual run, all wearing their uniforms saying TRACK TEAM, running in synchronized order. They are all very fast runners. Dylan rounds a corner, still in sprint. His backpack bounces off his shoulders with each step. He passes the first couple of them with ease, the back of the pack. Then he easily passes the majority of the pack, and takes a glance back. He takes another mad dash and passes the leader. Angry, the leader pushes himself even harder, increasing his speed. But somehow, Dylan still passes him with ease. Dylan spins around, backpedaling, but still in sprint. Still beating that runner by a large distance. He can't believe himself. He turns around again and runs hard, losing them in the distance. INT. SCHOOL, ENTRANCE - DAY, 10 MIN BEFORE BELL The halls aren't cluttered this time around. Dylan looks at his watch. Surprised by what he sees he looks up at the school clock hanging in the hallway. He's early. Someone comes running up to him through the crowd. It's Tyler. Dylan looks a bit surprised. TYLER Hey. Dylan looks at him, not knowing what to think or say. TYLER No hard feelings about yesterday? It was an accident. 28. Dylan shakes his head tentatively, "no." TYLER Just making sure you're still intact. He starts to back away. TYLER And don't forget about Phys. Ed. You missed it yesterday. Dean and Will pass him from behind. DEAN Nice to see you on time today. WILL Yeah, good job there geek. INT. CAFETERIA - LUNCHTIME Dylan quickly locates his only friends in their usual spot and sits down. Ben and Conrad look at him, suddenly surprised. BEN I was going to ask if you were alright, but I guess I don't have to. CONRAD It would seem our friend is a quick healer. DYLAN Just tough I guess. CONRAD I must admit, I am rather impressed. He laughs, but shrugs it off. DYLAN Can we please talk about something else here? Conrad nods once, "Yes." BEN Oh yeah, sure. After an awkward beat, 29. BEN Sooo, what do you want to talk about then? I didn't have anything else lined up. DYLAN Just find something else. Conrad suddenly looks surprised about something. He looks curiously across the cafeteria. Ben looks as well. Dylan has to turn completely around to see. They look across the cafeteria, seeing Kelly casually shift her eyes in their direction, trying not to make it obvious. Dylan turns back to Conrad. BEN What's that about? They sit in wonder for a moment. DYLAN (casually) I'm giving her a piano lesson today. Both sets of eyes jump on him. DYLAN What? BEN You're giving her a piano lesson? DYLAN Yeah? BEN Do you have some kind of deathwish in life? Do we forget what happened when you merely looked at her? Now you're giving her a lesson? CONRAD Which includes contact and socializing. A feat never before accomplished at this school. BEN I mean, he was nice to you n' all so he could look good, but if you go through with this... 30. DYLAN It's not that important. She IS a person too. BEN Not just any person. She's Kelly. You're going to need to get that through your head. She's off limits here. Conrad just looks at Ben. CONRAD (to Ben) I think YOU should date her. BEN Look, what time is it at? DYLAN Why? BEN So I can alert the paramedics ahead of time. DYLAN It's after PE. Which, I gotta say, I'm not looking too forward to. BEN That's when it's gonna happen. That's when you're gonna die. DYLAN What? CONRAD He has it next period as well. DYLAN He doesn't even know. BEN Tyler's the Captain of the basketball team. CONRAD Trust us... Enjoy your last game. Ever. The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. 31. DYLAN (sarcastic) Yippee. INT. AUDITORIUM, BASKETBALL TRYOUTS - DAY Tyler stands, lecturing to all the new basketball prospects sitting on the bench in front of him, decked out in full basketball attire. TYLER I see a lot of new faces. All of you... newbies (crowd laughter) will address me as "Captain Tyler." Standard rookie issue. (crowd laughter) Today is basketball tryouts. Make the team and I promise you your senior year is set. Dylan emerges from the tunnel. Tyler sees him walking and claps his hands. TYLER (to team) Break into pairs. Everyone breaks up into pairs, instantly everyone already has a partner. Everyone except for Dylan. The COACH emerges from the sideline as Tyler watches. He can't hear what is being said, but at the end Coach points to Tyler. And Dylan then starts towards him. TYLER Looks like you're with me. INT. AUDITORIUM - LATER Dylan dresses out on the side of the court. He leaves his shirt on without thinking. TYLER You alright to play? DYLAN As I'll ever be. With a shrug, Tyler throws the ball to Dylan. Dylan begins to dribble. 32. He tries to pass Tyler once, twice, but is unsuccessful both times. Tyler is still reluctant to advance. Dylan takes a step back and shoots it from the 3-point line. It sails in. Dylan looks genuinely surprised. Tyler does as well, impressed... almost. Dylan tosses it to Tyler, who immediately rushes towards the goal. As Tyler comes in Dylan steals the ball and heads back to the backcourt line. He tries to rush past Tyler as he heads for the goal, but Tyler keeps up with him, guarding him from the side. Dylan goes for a lay-up anyway. Tyler jumps with him, ready to block the shot. Instead Dylan and Tyler collide in midair, as Tyler delivers a very hard foul to keep Dylan from scoring. He lands stiffly on his neck and back. Tyler looks annoyed at his fragility. TYLER I guess that's game. In pain, Dylan lets his head and collapses onto the gym floor. Dylan can only lie on the ground as Tyler rounds up the other players into the locker room. INT. PIANO ROOM - DAY Dylan just stares at the door handle, still incredibly nervous about going in. After a while, he pulls on the handle and enters, not bothering to knock. There she is, at the piano again. She senses his entrance and greets him quickly. KELLY Oh hey. There you are. Wasn't sure if you were gonna show. DYLAN I'm a man of my word. KELLY You look better. 33. DYLAN I've been getting that alot today. KELLY I hope today's going better for you. DYLAN I made the basketball team. She is truly stunned. KELLY Really? (beat) You know, Tyler's the Captain. DYLAN (sarcastic) Really? KELLY Let me guess. He rolled you up into a little basketball and dunked you? He avoids the subject. DYLAN Are you ready to start? She nods, "Yes." They both go over and sit on the piano bench, it's small so they have to sit slightly close together. He begins to play Beethoven, almost perfectly, his eyes close as he loses himself. She can only watch him, amazed. She doesn't watch his hands, but looks into his closed eyes, looking past the lids. Trying to figure out what's going on inside. The music crescendos and finishes. He stops. DYLAN There. Now, you give it a try. KELLY Whoa. That was a mouthful you just played there. DYLAN Alright. Sorry. I'll play it slower. He begins to play only the first stanza of the song. 34. But he falters, hitting a wrong note. He looks at his hand. It's beginning to shake. KELLY Are... are you okay? DYLAN Yeah I... Just gimme a second. He puts his hands on the keys, ready to play again. But they won't stop shaking. He balls them into fists, hoping it will help. But it only makes things worse. He suddenly feels cold. He wraps his arms around himself. The faint sound of his teeth chattering can be heard. He shakes his head, "No." DYLAN No, I think I... I need to go. He gets up and heads for the door. KELLY Well... Wait. What about our lesson? He can't answer. The door shuts behind him. INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE - EVENING He stumbles in through the door, trying to keep his hands from shaking by stuffing them into his armpits. There is no movement or sound inside the house. It's empty. INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE, KITCHEN - EVENING - CONTINUOUS Dylan sees a note on the counter. He picks it up and reads it: WENT TO GET DINNER - MOM He lets it fall onto the counter. Dylan goes to the medicine cabinet and takes out a bottle of Advil. He pops a few down. One of the pills doesn't make it into his mouth and it falls onto the counter, bouncing on top of it until it lands on the newspaper and stops. Dylan cocks his head and looks down at the newspaper. The headline: "HERO" SAVES 8 YEAR-OLD GIRL TRAPPED UNDER VAN. 35. Dylan quickly picks it up and starts to read. The sub-headline: Girl was saved as man lifted van. Rescuer still unidentified. There is a picture, an artist's rendering of the events. The black and white stenciled drawing shows a figure lifting a van nearly a foot off the ground. Dylan just stares at it, practically open-mouthed. He can't take his eyes off the word "HERO". Suddenly the front door opens, breaking him out of his trance. He tosses the newspaper back down onto the counter. His mother and father enter, carrying several grocery bags. DAD Oh hey son. Dylan acknowledges only with a movement of his head. Dylan stares down at the newspaper again. INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE, ATTIC - NIGHT Dylan, upstairs in the attic/storage room, is rifling through one of the huge fire-proof cabinets where he houses all of his comic books. He finds one and pulls it out. An issue of "Spider-Man". On the cover: Spider-Man lifts the front bumper of an 18-wheeler off the ground, saving it from hitting a woman just a few feet in front. Dylan looks over into his other hand, where he has the artist rendering from the newspaper, cut out of the magazine. He looks back at the comic book. He looks at them both. The pictures look nearly identical. Suddenly there is a knock at the door, and Dylan looks up to see his dad, in a bath robe, standing in the doorway. DAD How you doing? Dylan nods slowly. He stuffs the clipping from the paper into his pocket slowly, trying to not let his father see it. His dad comes into the room. 36. DAD Is everything alright? You've looked bad this week. Dylan shakes his head, "no". His dad sighs. DAD Something happened. Tell me what happened. Did something happen? Dylan looks down at the comic in his lap. The line on it reads: CAN HE KEEP HIS SECRET IDENTITY? DYLAN Nothing happened. His father looks at him, waits. DAD Good night son. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT The shower runs in the background. The room is steaming from the heat. Dylan turns on the T.V. The "High School Sports Extra" is on. Dylan, o.s., starts to undress. H.S.S.E. BROADCASTER(T.V.) This month's "Student of the Month" is Tyler Thompson. Tyler won three District Titles last year: one for football, one for basketball, and one for track. Dylan, shirt off, sits down on his bed on front of the TV. H.S.S.E. BROADCASTER(T.V.) He's done nearly the same thing all four years of his tenure. Tyler also ranks in the top five percent of his class. But, more important than any of those accomplishments, Tyler has become the backbone of his community. Before he arrived the school's bleachers were nearly empty. Now nearly half of the school's funding is raked in by ticket sales for the games he participates in alone. (MORE) 37. H.S.S.E. BROADCASTER(T.V.; CONT'D) And ever since those tickets started selling the town has been booming. Population is up, and development is growing in the now not so small town that was once on the verge of collapsing. I guess one person really can make a difference. (beat) This has been another edition of "The High School Sports Extra Student of the Month." Dylan, nearly disgusted, switches the channel to anything and nearly turns the volume all the way down. He steps into the bathroom. The news is on. NEWSCASTER(T.V.) ...The little girl was rescued from beneath the wheel of the van by a stranger who ran to the rescue after the woman's brakes failed, and caused her to hit her own child. Eyewitness reports say that the man, thought to be around twenty, grabbed the van by its bumper and lifted it from her until the mother of the girl could pull her out from beneath the tire. This "hero" still has not stepped forth to identify himself. MOTHER(T.V.) Whoever you are, thank you for saving my little girl. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM, BATHROOM - NIGHT He steps into the shower. Amidst the steam and the falling water Dylan looks at his arms. No longer frail like they once were. Incredibly slowly he raises one arm, stretching it out like a wing, to shoulder height. He looks over and stares at it, glistening in the steam and water. He turns it, slowly, looking at the muscles underneath. He raises the other the same way, looking it over as he very slowly raises it. 38. His head lowers, his eyes close, his arms still raised. He just stands there. He moves his head into the hot water raining from the head. He lowers his arms. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM, BATHROOM - LATER The shower's stopped. Dylan wipes off the steam from the mirror, to see his reflection, soaking wet. He stares at his face. Beat. Incredibly subtly, he nods, beginning to understand. INT. AUDITORIUM - WEIGHT ROOM The weight room is massive with all types of weight training equipment, the pride and joy of the athletics department. The members of the basketball team are already hurrying around the weight room. The CLANK of weights and the groan of the athletes mesh until they almost become one harmonious, rhythmic score. Dylan stares on from the doorway, through the walking crowd, staring only at the bench press. He moves through the crowd, past the players, to a part of the room that is not occupied by anyone, except by the bench press. He lays down on the bench, careful not to knock his head. He looks around, checking to make sure no one is watching him. Some are doing nothing, others are completely immersed in their training. No one notices the scrawny nerd sitting at the massive bench press. He checks the weights. DYLAN One hundred... Even at that weight Dylan looks nervous. Dylan puts his arms up and grabs the bar, holding his breath he lifts up, expecting the worst to happen. Never before has he even been able to lift the measly weight of a hundred. 39. No one sees Dylan ready to struggle against the weight. He struggles at first, but the weights soon lift easily. With each repetition the weight seems to be lighter. He sets it back on the bar. As everyone moves around him, never so much as acknowledging his presence, Dylan Dandridge slides a twenty pound weight onto the bar. And another on the opposite side. Dylan climbs underneath them again. He grabs the bar and pushes up, like before. But it's more difficult this time. Dylan's arms are beginning to shake. He brings it down to his chest slowly, his face turning red. He forces it up, exhaling loudly as he does. It goes up. He forces it down and back up again. His arms shake even more. The bar lands on the armrests with a crash. The weight was almost too much for him to hold anymore. Just as before Dylan places another set of twenty pound disks onto the bar as well as a set of ten pound disks, completely oblivious to everyone. Dylan heaves the bar from his chest. His hands are shaking from the struggle, they're sweating. He struggles mightily to lift the bar to its apex. His face is bright red. He's not breathing. His arms are shaking terribly. But the bar continues to slowly rise. His veins bulge, his muscles swell. Until Dylan exhales powerfully as he straightens his arms, the metal clanking from the force. Dylan uncurls his fingers, gathers his thoughts, as he looks around to see if anyone saw the scrawny kid bench 200 pounds. They are all immersed in their own training. No one saw. But there is someone watching, Tyler, looking through the crowd, unnoticed. Tyler saw it all, his eyes focused, incredibly angry. His watch suddenly beeps, and draws him out of his trance. TYLER Time for the run. Three miles. Go! The place empties quick. Tyler keeps his eyes focused on Dylan, who is already jogging out the door. 40. EXT. TRACK - DAY Dylan is already doing fairly well in the run. He's near the front of the pack, breathing hard, but not in the lead. After a few minutes Tyler rushes past him, sprinting from somewhere o.s. Dylan gives in. He stops completely and bends over, panting as he grabs his knees to steady himself. He goes onto one knee, still panting. Everyone passes him. Soon even the fat kids run past his exhausted body. After a few seconds of exhaustion Dylan quickly stands up. He's stopped panting. He looks surprised, he can't believe it. He takes a deep breath, testing it. It's fine. He takes off again. Faster than before. Alot faster. He pushes his body as hard as he can. Sprinting. Soon he starts flooring past people. But this isn't about them - it's about him. He picks up even more speed, faster than the front of the pack. He passes the rest of the pack. He sees Tyler ahead of him, the leader. A few moments later they're nearly side by side. Dylan tries to pass Tyler on the inside but there isn't much room. Dylan tries to squeeze by, but Tyler moves over even further, eliminating the gap. Their feet become entangled. Dylan tries to muscle his way past but he can't. He crashes to the ground at high velocity. Dylan can only watch as Tyler crosses the finish line and blows the whistle. The race is over, Tyler is the victor. Dylan reaches out and grabs the finish line tape lying on the ground in front of his face. INT. DRESSING ROOM - DAY A poorly lit changing room. A row of ugly lime-green lockers line the walls. A wooden bench divides the rows. Everyone on the track team is changing. Most of them are talking, some are even laughing, having fun. 41. Dylan is silent. He opens the locker door to reach inside for something. On the inside of the door is a mirror. He catches his reflection. And an odd spot of red. He opens the door wider, and inspects his reflection. His nose is bleeding. He wipes it off and slams the locker door. DISSOLVE TO: INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Dylan sits on the edge of his bed, lost in thought. His phone suddenly rings, startling him out of his thought. He goes over to it and answers it. Beat. KELLY(ON PHONE) Is this Dylan Dandridge? Dylan's confused. He knows it's Kelly. Beat. DYLAN Kelly? KELLY(ON PHONE) We met at school the other day. DYLAN Kelly, what are you- KELLY(ON PHONE) -You were kind of cute so I thought I might call you. Dylan smiles. He lays back on the bed. DYLAN Yeah, I remember you. Dylan hears laughing from the other end of the phone. He laughs with her. INT. CAFETERIA - LUNCHTIME Dylan sits down with his only friends. Conrad and Ben stare at him. 42. Dylan looks back and forth at each of them. BEN Come on man, you're killing me here. I tried to be nice and waited a few days. But I can't take it anymore. Dylan looks to Connie, who's leaning back with his arms crossed across his chest. He looks back at Ben. DYLAN What are you talking about? BEN Only the single most important moment in your life. Dylan can only stare at him. CONRAD He wants to know about your date with Kelly. BEN Careful not to say that too loud. "Her" or "She." "Her" or "She." Dylan untenses. He looks somewhat annoyed. DYLAN I only gave her a piano lesson. CONRAD (re: Ben) He's obviously more intrigued than I am, but I would like to know how it went. DYLAN It didn't go at all. Ben looks at Conrad, overly anticipatory. CONRAD What happened? DYLAN Something... came up. I had to leave. Ben's excitement leaves him. 43. DYLAN I know. (beat) The next one went pretty well though. Ben's excitement floods back. BEN There was another one? Connie says nothing, but slowly pulls Ben's soda, sitting in front of him, away from his excited friend. BEN How much are you paying this woman to go out with you? DYLAN Stop with the Goddess act. She's a normal person. Like you or me. He looks at their glasses, sparkling in the sun, their zit- filled faces, and their runny noses. DYLAN Well, maybe not quite like you. CONRAD So, are you dating (quotation fingers) "officially" then? DYLAN We're not dating at all. I'm just an instructor. CONRAD Regardless, there is an element of danger in this course of action. Beat. They see Tyler across the cafeteria. DYLAN I'll be fine. The bell rings. INT. LOCKER ROOM - AFTER GAME Dylan, sweating, sits on the old wooden bench in front of his locker. He's just finished a practice game. He wipes the sweat from his face with a towel. 44. A few of his teammates are finishing up in the background as well. They're still pumped from the game, laughing, energetic. Dylan just sits on the bench, deep in thought for some reason. He opens his locker and tosses in the towel. KELLY (O.S.) Nice performance out there. Dylan turns around to see Kelly, standing just behind him. Surprised, DYLAN Kel, what are you- KELLY -That foul on Tyler though. Not too sure about that one. DYLAN (sarcastic) I think he'll be fine. She sits down on the bench next to him. KELLY You did good. DYLAN I'm still getting used to all of this. KELLY Basketball? DYLAN I hadn't really played before we moved. KELLY That's sort of hard to believe. DYLAN Why? KELLY You play so well. (beat) Maybe it's just beginner's luck. Beat. He suddenly realizes where they are. DYLAN Kel, what are you doing in here? This IS the men's locker room. 45. KELLY Rules are meant to be broken. Somewhat stunned, DYLAN Okay. (beat) It's good to see you outside that piano room. KELLY Which, by the way, you are late for. Again. DYLAN I had the game. KELLY Game's over. Beat. INT. LOCKER ROOM EXIT - SHORT TIME LATER Dylan and Kelly leave through a set of big double doors at the end of the locker room. Tyler, at the other end of the dressing room, spots them. His face fills with fury, but then a group of guys behind him erupt in laughter. He turns instinctively to see their childishness, and when he looks back to the door, Dylan and Kelly are gone. EXT. AUDITORIUM - DAY Dylan heads toward the piano room but Kelly keeps going forward, not even heading for the music room. DYLAN Hey. Where you going? The music room is this way. KELLY We're not going to the music room. EXT. PARK WALKWAY - EVENING They are on the park walkway, surrounded by the park's beautiful scenery. DYLAN What are we doing here? 46. KELLY All that time teaching I just thought it would be nice if we could just... talk. DYLAN What do you want to talk about? KELLY How about the game? Dylan looks down, shakes his head, "No." She just stares at him. KELLY You aren't at all what I expected you to be. (beat) Back on that bus. (beat) You seemed so, I don't know, just different I guess. DYLAN People change. KELLY I guess. He looks down again, he doesn't know what to say next. KELLY Uh oh. Dylan looks up, confused. DYLAN Uh oh? What uh oh? KELLY I think I see Ty chasing after us. He is. Running towards them from very far in the distance. Dylan begins to leave. KELLY Wait. You're leaving? DYLAN Yeah. It's easier for you this way. He's already started running, disappearing fast with his speed. He's gone just as Tyler catches up to her, not out of breath at all. 47. TYLER What are you doing? KELLY What do you mean? TYLER With that geek Dylan? KELLY I wasn't with Dylan. TYLER I just saw you leave with him. KELLY Ty, I have no idea what you're talking about. TYLER I saw you, you stupid bitch! She is incredibly angry, yet she doesn't yell. KELLY Don't you yell at me. I'm tired of this horseshit. Don't you ever, ever, try to talk to me again. She storms off. Tyler can't speak. He can only stand there, staring as she walks away. DISSOLVE TO: INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE, GARAGE - DAY Dylan and his father are carrying a massive cardboard box into the garage. DYLAN (struggling) So Dad, tell me again why we're not unpacked yet. DAD (struggling) Because, son, unlike you your mother and I don't have the strength of an adolescent. They drop the box down at the end of the garage. They go across the garage to get another box. 48. DAD You grab that one. They both lift up a box of their own from outside. DYLAN So what happened? At the interview? DAD If there's one thing I don't know it's how to do an interview. DYLAN You don't think you got it? DAD You'd think they'd want a New York cop with twenty years experience behind him as a security guard. DYLAN What does that mean? DAD It means- He drops the box down. DAD -It means we're here. And we're not going anywhere in the meantime. His dad sits down on one of the boxes, looking a little dizzy. DYLAN What's wrong? DAD (dizzy) Just... got a little head rush. Made me a little dizzy. DYLAN Yeah. Dylan drops the box in his hands. Beat. DYLAN Wait. What did you say? INT. HEALTH CLASS - DAY Dylan catches Mrs. Levin before her first class, as she's getting ready. The room is empty. 49. DYLAN Mrs. Levin? MRS. LEVIN Oh, yes, Dylan? DYLAN There's something I need to ask you. Something from class. She looks at him, confused. INT. HEALTH CLASS - SHORT TIME LATER DYLAN How would it even be possible? MRS. LEVIN That's just it. I have no idea. (beat) A genetic defect. Some kind of mutation. Or some kind of accident could have caused it, maybe. That causes Dylan to be even more intrigued. MRS. LEVIN I just know that if the adrenal gland became enlarged the host body would die. DYLAN Because it's so toxic. MRS. LEVIN That's why we DON'T do this kind of thing. That's why... that's why what you're talking about isn't even possible. (beat) Human beings weren't meant to do the things you describe. Most of us fall into a line, an order, that makes us all the same. All- DYLAN -Normal. She nods, "Yes." 50. MRS. LEVIN Adrenaline is too toxic, Dylan. It's like poison. You get sick, you feel weak, and then you die. There's a reason our bodies work the way they do. DYLAN What if it were introduced slowly, at a constant rate? So you could get used to it. MRS. LEVIN I wouldn't even begin to know where to start. I don't see any way you could manufacture that in a specimen. DYLAN But it could be done? MRS. LEVIN This isn't something the body gets used to. It will just wear you out after a while, not make you stronger. The only way it's possible is if the entire DNA structure is altered so the body can actually absorb all that energy, not just fizzle it out uselessly. She looks at him. The hallways are beginning to fill up. MRS. LEVIN It's a good project Dylan, but it's just not possible. Students start to filter into the classroom. Mrs. Levin walks off, going behind her desk. INT. CAFETERIA - LUNCHTIME Dylan sits. He starts eating. BEN What have you been doing while we were away? He stops eating. DYLAN Guys, I'm getting tired of all these- 51. BEN -We heard about that game. He pulled himself out just after. CONRAD And I suspect you know of their recent separation? DYLAN What? BEN You DON'T know? Odd, since you were the cause. DYLAN I think there's a little more to it than that. BEN Are you gonna go after her now or what? CONRAD Even I can see it's prime pickin's. BEN Go for it. DYLAN What about Tyler? BEN I thought you weren't afraid of him. DYLAN That's not the point. It's still wrong to do that to him. BEN What are you, Captain America? CONRAD When it comes to doing something to Tyler nothing is wrong. Dylan sees someone waving at him from another table, one of the cooler tables. He is gesturing emphatically for Dylan to come sit with them. Ben and Conrad look to where Dylan's eyes are fixed now, and immediately turn back to him. BEN Friends of yours? 52. CONRAD Impressive. DYLAN How'd that happen? BEN You kidding? Being on the basketball team did that, that's what. The kid over at the other table raises his arms in confusion, becoming impatient. Dylan gets up, ready to go over. CONRAD You're not actually going over there are you? DYLAN Why not? BEN What about us? DYLAN You're coming with me. CONRAD They don't want us over there. DYLAN You don't know that. BEN I don't think so. DYLAN Well, I'm going. See you guys over there. BEN Yeah. Right. He goes over and sits with some of the cool kids. BEN I can't believe he's selling us out. CONRAD You'd think you were used to it by now. They look on as one of the kids hands Dylan a blue letter jacket with a basketball nametag. 53. The sound is muffled by the distance but they can still understand he is being congratulated, and welcomed into their group. He sits down and starts to talk it up with the other people at the table. He looks over at Conrad and Ben. He doesn't look sorry. Our view catches Kelly, looking on, saddened. INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY, DYLAN'S LOCKER - AFTERNOON Dylan opens up his locker. Amidst all the noise of the school Dylan can hear a group of girls behind him whispering loudly. GOSSIP GIRL 1 (loud whisper) I know! I heard. I cannot believe she dumped him for that geekwad. GOSSIP GIRL 2 (loud whisper) I used to adore him, but now I just feel sorry for the guy. GOSSIP GIRL 1 (loud whisper) I know. So, you gonna go... console him? GOSSIP GIRL 2 (loud whisper) No way. Don't get me anywhere near that loser. If Tyler got dumped for that geek, he must have been doing something wrong. Dylan shuts his locker. INT. SCHOOL, MAIN ENTRANCE AREA - DAY Tyler enters through the front entrance, he's carrying a sport bag over his shoulder. He looks over at the wall. On it is a glass encasement where news clippings etc are posted for the school to see. It's open, and someone is changing all of the images and clippings out. The man is removing a montage of pictures of him, Tyler Thompson. One after the other the pictures disappear from the encasement, along with a slogan, "Be Like Tyler." 54. They're quickly being replaced with another montage of pictures, but they are of Dylan. Soon, it's all Dylan. Nothing of Tyler remains. Even the slogan has changed. "Be Like Dylan." Tyler goes up a few short steps and looks above the Attendance Office where his "Student of the Month" picture is placed. It too is switched out for an image of Dylan. Tyler is drawn out of the image's trance over him as he hears muttering to his side. He looks at them, they're staring at him. Everyone is staring at him. Some of them lower their heads when he looks at them, they can't look him in the eye. Their faces are filled with pity. INT. DRESSING ROOM - BEFORE PRACTICE Tyler sits by himself in the locker room. The gym is relatively quiet elsewhere. Tyler is still, lost in thought. One of Tyler's TEAMMATEs walks up to him. He looks up at him. TEAMMATE Hey man. I heard about what happened. I know she was important. Tyler doesn't say anything. The boy looks around nervously. TEAMMATE Is it true what they said? That she broke up with you for that new guy? Tyler lowers his head, still silent. TEAMMATE That's rough. Beat. The boy doesn't know what to say. TEAMMATE Well, get dressed. We still got practice. The boy walks off. After he's gone Tyler raises his head and opens his locker. Inside, on the door, is a picture of Kelly. TYLER (softly) I hit her. 55. The boy spins around, bewildered. TYLER I hit her, man. She tried to break up with me before, and I just... slapped her. I wanted to take her head off. And... she just looked at me, like I was a different person. The boy doesn't know what to say. TYLER I don't know why she stayed with me. She was already gone anyway but... I think, I think she saw... how much I needed her. How much I still need her. And she pitied me. TEAMMATE Ty... After a few moments, Tyler comes out of a daze. TYLER Hey, I'm just messin' with you, man. Tyler stifles back tears. TYLER I would never do that. I'm the Captain. I was just kidding. Now go on, I gotta get ready. Hesitantly, the teammate leaves. Tyler stares into his locker, at the picture of Kelly. Tyler breaks down. Tears erupt from his eyes. The tears eventually turn into anger. He throws his bag into his locker and storms out of the locker room, still in his street clothes, ditching the game. INT. AUDITORIUM - BASKETBALL PRACTICE The team is in a scrimmage. Teammate against teammate. Dylan dominates, now without Tyler in the game he is the leader. He seems cocky as he plays. And with good reason, he's out of their league. But he doesn't even want to win. He just wants to look good. 56. INT. PIANO ROOM - DAY Kelly is alone, sitting at the piano, alone on the bench, waiting for Dylan to show, to go on their usual date, but he's not coming. He's too busy being popular. INT. AUDITORIUM - BASKETBALL PRACTICE One of his opponents somehow manages to sneak by him and steal the ball. Dylan is in shock. As Dylan stands there the kid runs it up and scores. The kid celebrates at Dylan's expense. All of his teammates pat him on the back. Dylan's team has the ball again. But as his teammate passes it to him one of the payers on the opposing team steals the pass. They run it in for a fast break. The player who stole it quickly passes it to the player who stole it from Dylan initially, who leaps for the easy lay up. But Dylan leaps alongside him, going for the blocked shot. They collide hard in mid-air, Dylan doesn't even go for the ball, he swings his arm at the player's head. The kid goes flying into the ground, landing very hard. Instantly unconscious. Everyone instantly stops, the other teammates in shock, including Dylan, his eyes wide. EXT. DYLAN'S HOUSE - EVENING He's on his usual walk home, it's dark, cold, and it begins to rain. He walks up the few short steps to the door. INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE - EVENING He's weary, lost in thought. His father notices his bad mood, sitting in the den, perched in his chair. DAD Everything all right Dylan? The sound of his voice breaks him out of his trance, redirecting him from going upstairs, instead he goes into the den. DYLAN Sure. DAD No, come on, spill it. Is this about the game? 57. DYLAN How did you know about the game? DAD His parents called. They thought it necessary to vocalize their anger. DYLAN I'm sorry about that. DAD Don't you worry about it for a second. You handle the girls, I get the parents, that's the way it works. DYLAN I didn't even know what happened until he... (beat) I just lost my temper. DAD It's okay to lose your temper once in a while. You just have to remember to learn from your mistakes. Trust me, coming from experience, you can't let this kind of thing get you down. You just have to let everything take its course. DYLAN What if it's already run its course? His father can't answer. DYLAN I'm going to go for a walk. (beat) I have to go to the library... for school. DAD It's raining. DYLAN I'll take my coat. He grabs his father's leather trenchcoat off the stair banister. Underneath it is his father's Port Authority Police cap, he takes it as well. DAD That's not yours. 58. He goes for the door and leaves, off into the darkness. MOM Where is he going? DAD He just needs to clear his head, I guess. MOM He'll catch his death out in that weather. DAD Don't worry about him. (beat) He's tougher than he looks. INT. LIBRARY BASEMENT, HEADLINE REEL ROOM - DAY Fingers riffle through the news films in a drawer as fast as possible. The drawer closes but another below it quickly opens. The fingers continue to search rapidly. They pull out several films, so fast it looks random. Dylan takes the films and sits at the projection screen in a small room in the library basement. He inserts one of the films and browses quickly past some erroneous dates. He stops. "Three rescued from burning building" In the picture a man pulls three women out the front door of an engulfed office building. Dylan zooms in on the text. "Unidentified man later confirmed to be Richard Dalby. He declined comment." Dylan slides over to the computer and pulls up the internet. He types in "Richard Dalby". Several more newspaper headlines pop up. "Local man rescues three" "He does it again" 59. "Hero prevents disaster" Dylan's eyes focus, gazing tighter and tighter on the word "Hero." DYLAN Hero... He slides over and inserts another film. He searches through more pages on the reel. He finds a page called "World News". He sees a headline: "Man fights tiger, saves one" Past more. "Australian man sets new un-official world record, shattering it by nearly a minute" More. "Firefighter in Russia rescues seventeen" "New Zealand cop takes bullet to head, survives" He flips through them until he finds the picture, the picture Levin showed him in class. He goes through his backpack and finds the newspaper from the day of the accident. He sees the image of him lifting up the van. They look so similar. He just stares at it... There is a sudden pounding on the door behind Dylan. He turns to the door. EXT. AUDITORIUM - NIGHT - RAIN He stands in the rain, unmoving as it bounces off the black leather all over him. He doesn't have the hood pulled up. He just lets the rain drench his head and hair. Dylan stares at the door handles to the weight room. He tries the handle. Surprisingly, it isn't locked. INT. AUDITORIUM - WEIGHT ROOM He enters as quietly as he can, the rain still shedding off his coat. He heads straight for the weight bench and just stares at it again, the 200 pounds still on from days before. He examines the weight amount. 60. DYLAN (soft) Two hundred pounds... He walks over to the stack of weights, picks up another twenty, but he pauses and sets it back down. He grabs a fifty instead. He puts one on each side, careful not to make any noise. He stands back and looks at it. Three hundred pounds. He sits underneath the bar, the bar actually bends from the weight. He wraps his hands around it and takes in a deep breath. He pushes against the weight. His face turns bright red. His arms shake. But the bar doesn't move. He stops. Sits up. He doesn't look surprised. DISSOLVE TO: INT.DYLAN'S HOUSE - ATTIC - NIGHT Dylan stands, peering down at something in his hand. A comic. The headline reads "A HERO'S DECISION." Instantly, Dylan erupts with anger. He rips the issue in his hand into tiny pieces. Then he move son to the rest. He tips over the container, spilling issues over the entire attic floor. His anger is incredible. He bends down amidst the pile of comics. Ripping every issue he can get his hands on. A few tears fly from his eyes. He kicks and tears; gnaws and bites; rips and plunders - until there's nothing left but little boxes tossed everywhere. The anger leaves him. The tears come. He slumps down, on his knees, holding his weeping face in his hands. DISSOLVE TO: 61. INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE - ATTIC - NIGHT Dylan sits, surrounded by discarded comic books. Full trash bags lay on the floor. DYLAN (soft) I dreamed a dream... But now my world is lost to me... MOM (O.S.) I know you're upset. Dylan looks up, surprised to see her. MOM About what you did. DYLAN Mom, what are you doing up? It's late. She sits down next to him. MOM You're one to talk. Strolling in at all hours of the night. (beat) Where'd you go? Dylan shakes his head, "No," and looks down. MOM You're just like the rest of us, Dylan: We're only human. He looks at her. MOM (beat) We all make mistakes. There is no one in this world any different that you or me. We're normal. Just plain old human beings. Nothing exceptional about any of us. (beat) It's how we make ourselves better that matters. And I know how good you already are. Beat. She stands up. 62. MOM So go to bed. I know you're too good a person to let bad things happen for very long. She leaves. Leaving Dylan to his thoughts. INT. OUTSIDE COACH'S OFFICE - DAY Dylan walks up to a door. On the door, in black letters: COACH'S OFFICE. He stands there for a moment. He then lifts up his hand to look at something, and reveals a note, folded over, inside it. He bends down and slides it under the door to the Coach's office. And walks away. INT. AUDITORIUM - BEFORE PRACTICE Dylan is sitting down on a bench in front of his locker. He is lost in thought, staring straight ahead, at nothing. With a heavy sigh he stands up and goes towards his locker. He works at the combination but it isn't working. Dylan looks puzzled. COACH (O.S.) I changed it this morning. Dylan spins around. Coach is standing there, with a folded piece of yellow paper in his hand. Dylan doesn't understand. COACH You're too much of a liability for this school. That stunt you pulled?... We can't afford to keep you on the team anymore. Parents are getting upset. He holds up the piece of paper. COACH I don't know why you wanted to quit, but after what happened to that boy... (beat) Your things are in the office. He turns, and leaves. 63. COACH (walking away) Pick them up or I'll have to toss 'em. INT. PIANO ROOM Kelly is at the piano playing, it's a portion of the Beethoven. She stops suddenly, and without acknowledging him at all, speaks to Dylan, who is looming in the doorway. KELLY How'd you know I was here? DYLAN Because I wanted to be here too. (beat) You finished it. KELLY I brought the sheets yesterday. I thought it might be fun. But instead I had plenty of time to teach myself, sitting here... alone. Dylan's head lowers, shamed. KELLY You skipped out on the only time we spend together for some stupid game. DYLAN You don't have to worry about that anymore. KELLY What are you talking about? DYLAN I quit the team. She finally turns to him. KELLY Why? DYLAN I didn't want to miss any more lessons. KELLY Why the sudden change of heart? 64. DYLAN Things have been happening. Things I'm not sure I understand. I had to figure some of them out, and... it felt wrong without my friends there. KELLY Is that all I am to you? A friend? DYLAN I was told you belonged to someone. KELLY Not anymore. DYLAN What happened? He moves in closer to her. KELLY You hurt me, Dylan. (soft) Everyone hurts me. (beat) You can't expect to get off that easy. DYLAN Kelly, I- KELLY -I played in this room every day, every single day, and nothing ever changed. But the first time you weren't there after we started I saw it. I saw how dark and hollow and cold this room is. I was lost in here. And I hated it. But you know why I stayed? Why I came back the next day? Because I knew that if you came back it would be brighter, and warmer, than ever, and I could find my way out. (beat) Why did it take you so long to find me, Dylan? DYLAN It took me a long time to realize. KELLY Realize what? 65. DYLAN Dreams aren't real. Life is real. And some things are just more important. Beat. She stands up, and looks at him. KELLY If we're going to keep going... we have to be honest with one another. He waits a moment. DYLAN I have no secrets. INT. SUBWAY - NIGHT Dylan sits on a bench in the corner, waiting for the train to arrive. He looks incredibly bored. From somewhere deep beneath him the ground begins to rumble. The entire bench shakes, but not too violently. In a moment it's passed, without anyone else even taking notice. Dylan sits back once again, still waiting. He watches the people in the subway with him. Most of them are quiet and unmoving, but some talk with people they know. As Dylan continues to watch he can understand more and more of what they're saying. Like his focus is improving. A few moments later another rumble bubbles from beneath the ground where he's sitting. INT. CONRAD'S HOUSE - NIGHT Connie, Ben, and Dylan all sit around a round dinner table. They're playing cards. Connie and Ben seem to be enjoying themselves, Dylan does not share their mood. Dylan's wearing his Port Authority cap. Dylan looks at Ben, in the middle of a question. DYLAN A model, huh? (to Connie) So, what about you? CONRAD Bodybuilder. 66. DYLAN Interesting. (beat) Okay, I have one:... Can people be stronger than they look? CONRAD Sure. BEN Yeah. DYLAN You're the bodybuilder, you should know. I don't mean just a little, I am talking about a considerable rise in strength, to almost extraordinary capacity. BEN I'm not sure what you mean, Dylan. DYLAN Okay, how about this? (beat) Do you think I could bench 300 pounds? CONRAD Have you? DYLAN That's not the game. Come on, answer. BEN You certainly don't LOOK like you could. CONRAD How much, theoretically, of course, have you benched before attempting this? DYLAN I've never benched anything. Beat. No one speaks for a long moment. CONRAD That changes everything. BEN Yeah. 67. DYLAN How so? CONRAD When you don't even know your limitations how can you expect to surpass them? DYLAN So... you're saying I COULD bench 300? CONRAD I'm not saying that, but- BEN -I see lots o' guys your size bench even more. They have the guns to show for it, but, like you said, stronger than you look. DYLAN What about run a three-mile in 11 minutes? BEN Same principle. CONRAD You're light on your feet. Beat. CONRAD This IS still hypothetical, right? Beat. No one says anything. INT. KELLY'S HOUSE - DAY Kelly opens her front door, revealing Dylan, dressed for their date. EXT. PARK - DAY Kelly and Dylan sit on a bench in the center of the park, facing each other. They laugh. KELLY ...So, there they are! With no clothes on! And her boyfriend walks in! 68. DYLAN What'd he do? KELLY What do you mean? He joined in. Beat. Dylan is suddenly stone faced, dead serious. DYLAN Do you think there are extraordinary people in this world? Trying to suppress the laughter, KELLY What? DYLAN Do you? KELLY I don't know. I think my mom makes the world's best lasagna. DYLAN (dead serious) Listen to me. The laughter stops. DYLAN Do you think each individual has a purpose? She looks at him, judging his level of seriousness. KELLY Yeah. A few even. They live their life. They love. Make people happy. Some do it through art, music or through their children, so yes, I suppose everyone was put here for a purpose. DYLAN But what if... what if it was something that no one else can do? (beat) Something that no one else, however much they want to believe it, even thinks is possible? (MORE) 69. DYLAN (CONT'D) (beat) What if someone was put here to do more than just... cook lasagna? KELLY Like what Dylan? DYLAN (beat) I'm not sure yet... KELLY Columbus sailed around the world when everyone told him it was flat. Fat free pudding. Halle Berry won an Oscar. What are you getting at? Beat. DYLAN Just figuring out what I'm supposed to do. INT. SCHOOL, DARK ROOM - DAY A hand locks the door. Tyler stands, in the farthest corner of an incredibly dark room somewhere in the school. He crouches down in a corner, below a window. As he ties a tourniquet around his arm with his teeth. A sliver of light peers in through the window, piercing the darkness of the room, slicing across Tyler's face. A needle enters his vein. It doesn't look pleasant. Beat. Just as the steroids hit his bloodstream a figure walks by outside, seen through the window on the door. Dylan. Tyler thinks. Beat. INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY, ATTENDANCE OFFICE ENTRANCE - DAY Dylan waves to a couple of his not so close friends around the corner, yelling goodbyes, near the glass-encircled attendance office. 70. He rounds the corner, not watching where he was going, and bumps right into someone. The figure doesn't move or even talk, only stands still, waiting. Dylan looks up, and sees the face of Tyler staring back at him. TYLER What makes you better than me? DYLAN What are you talking about? By now there is already a huge crowd of people surrounding them. The security officer of the school has already arrived, struggling to push his way past the masses. SECURITY OFFICER Alright fellas. That's enough. You two need to head to class, now! Tyler snaps, thrusting his arm out at the cop. The force sends him back into the crowd. DYLAN What the hell are you doing?! TYLER She's mine. He immediately grabs Dylan by the shirt and sends him sailing to his right. The attendance office, encased in glass, is only a few short feet away. Dylan crashes through the glass, covering him when he lands with a thick thud on the concrete. He shrugs the glass off and gets one last glance at Tyler. There are suddenly more shouts, from other police officers. Tyler sees them and immediately darts off through the crowd, easily getting through. One of the cops rushes to help Dylan up. Somewhere in the distance a door slams open. Dylan doesn't notice either of them. He can only stare at his hands. And the blood running off his fingertips from the cuts of the broken glass. INT. PIANO ROOM - DAY Dylan enters, bandaged but still bleeding. Kelly is waiting for him, smile plastered across her face. 71. KELLY Hey! How are you doing toda-- Oh my God. What happened to you? You're bleeding. She sees the cut marks from the glass all over his arm and hands. DYLAN Listen, I know you were probably going to anyway, but I need you to stay away from Tyler. KELLY What? Dylan, I don't- DYLAN -No, listen. At all costs. You can't be anywhere near him at all costs. She suddenly realizes. Concern overwhelms her. KELLY Is he the one that did this to you? DYLAN I just want you to be safe. It's my job and I plan on doing it. KELLY Dylan. Tell me what's going on. DYLAN I can't. She's starting to get upset. KELLY Why not? DYLAN I--I don't even know the whole story. KELLY Well, tell me what you do know then. DYLAN I--All I know is that he's gotten involved in something, something big. KELLY What, Dylan. Tell me what. 72. DYLAN I can't. It'll only put you in danger. I can't do that. KELLY Danger? Dylan, what is going on?! DYLAN No, I can't. He sees how upset she is, tears flowing from her frightened eyes. DYLAN Come on. I'll walk you home. EXT. KELLY'S HOUSE - DAY Dylan looks at Kelly as she starts to go up the steps to the door. He calls after her softly. DYLAN Wait. She turns to see him. DYLAN I didn't mean to- KELLY -I know. But you still did. There's a long pause. She's still very frightened. KELLY Why can't you tell me what's going on? DYLAN Kelly... KELLY Dylan, Tyler was never violent with me. Not really. But there was something there. (beat) Please tell me what's happening. Beat. He doesn't know what to say. DYLAN I can't Kelly. KELLY Why not? 73. DYLAN Because some things are safer not to know. KELLY Even if they hurt the person you're keeping it from? Beat. KELLY I don't feel safe, Dylan. Will you come by tomorrow? DYLAN Of course. She turns back and heads up the stairs and in the door. Even from where Dylan is standing he can hear all the locks bolting from inside. INT. KELLY'S HOUSE, BEDROOM - NIGHT A dresser drawer opens. Inside there are several awards and trophies, ribbons, banners. Anything a teen would get as an award. A hand pulls out one of them. It's shaped like a wand. DYLAN What's this? KELLY That's my Little Miss Princess Award. Dylan has a confused smirk. He's wearing his father's Port Authority cap again. DYLAN Your what? KELLY I was nine. It was the first thing I won. He looks back into the drawer. DYLAN Followed by the store they bought it at. 74. KELLY So, I've won a lot of awards. DYLAN And you liked winning all these awards? KELLY I was practically bred to be the Homecoming Queen. My life wasn't mine anymore the moment I walked through the doors at school. DYLAN Is that why you dated him? She looks at him. KELLY Do you really wanna talk about this? He threw you through window. DYLAN I guess it doesn't really matter now. KELLY I just don't get how he could have done that. (beat) He used to not be this way. DYLAN What way was he? KELLY He was different before. DYLAN How? KELLY Back when Tyler first enrolled, back when he was a freshman, this town was much different. The school was underfunded. The town was underdeveloped. Everyone was starting to leave. They had lost... their spirit. Their hope for something more. (beat) Then Tyler showed up, played his first game. People started talking, and at the next game more people came. (MORE) 75. KELLY (CONT'D) He kept playing, people kept showing up. Until finally, by the end of the year, we needed an entirely new stadium. Pretty soon, the school was getting funding straight from the ticket sales. Tyler kept playing. More people showed up. The town got bigger. (beat) By the time he had won the state title... he had saved us. (beat) He was another person back then. I guess I didn't see it. DYLAN See what? KELLY It was my job to date the most prominent person in the school, to make me look better. To give me the leverage. To make me the leader. It was expected of me to date him... (beat) And I didn't want to disappoint anybody. (beat) We all have to do what's meant for us, Dylan. Even if sometimes we don't think we can. DISSOLVE TO: INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE - ATTIC - NIGHT Dylan's hand reaches into one of the trash bags slowly. He removes an issue. INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE - ATTIC - MOMENTS LATER Dylan is sitting on the floor, looking at a "Spider-Man" graphic novel. On the cover Spider-Man is trapped under a subway train that has fallen through the ceiling, directly onto him. Dylan looks sad, like he's wishing for something. MOM (O.S.) I remember the day you bought that. Dylan looks up, surprised. 76. DYLAN Do you always spy on me up here? She sits down next to him. MOM Sometimes. (beat) What are you thinking about? DYLAN That if I was someone else, maybe I could have done something before it was too late. If I was someone not so... normal. She laughs. MOM (sarcastic) Normal? DYLAN What's funny? MOM Back when you were a baby you were far from normal. DYLAN What's that supposed to mean? MOM Did you know that you took your first steps when you were five months old? DYLAN Is that good? MOM That's more than good. We didn't know what to do. (beat) All our friends were jealous their babies weren't walking. (beat) And the way you loved sports back then... Dylan looks at her. 77. MOM We thought you'd be a big star by now. You were just a baby but... (beat) Anyway, after that first move, when your father was laid off, you just... stopped. It was like you didn't care anymore. Like you... lost all hope in this world. In yourself. (beat) A few weeks later you bought that thing. Dylan doesn't understand. MOM I guess you were too young to remember. Dylan can't speak. MOM I suppose that's why you've been so attracted to them all these years. It's like... they're more real than your world. Like you were reliving what you had lost. She gets up and heads into the doorway. She looks back at him. MOM Go to bed. I'm sure you'll feel more like yourself in the morning. She leaves. Dylan stares down at the comic book resting in his lap. INT. DYLAN'S ROOM - NIGHT - RAIN Dylan slides open the window. It's raining out. He looks over at the bed and grabs the black, leather trenchcoat and slips it on. He pulls the leather hood over his Port Authority cap, still on from earlier. The result hides his face in shadow. He jumps out, almost in slow motion. EXT. BESIDE HOUSE - NIGHT - RAIN He lands perfectly, with incredible grace and precision. 78. The rain water jumps out of the grass. The coat slaps the wet ground just after. And for a moment he doesn't move. He looks up, slowly. INT. AUDITORIUM - WEIGHT ROOM Beat. A huge metallic crack echoes through the school as Dylan kicks in the door, breaking the chain that was wrapped around the handle on the inside. Dylan just stands in the middle of the room. Staring at the weights. Calmly, he goes over to it, the weights still on, and lays down. He looks at the bar, just above his face. Dylan's fingers slowly curl around the bar. He takes a long, deep breath and exhales slowly. He pushes against the bar. He struggles to heave it from his body, his face is red, his arms shake. It still doesn't move. Dylan looks at the bar, shiny, staring back at him. His fingers uncurl and drop from the bar. He keeps staring. Beat. His fingers curl around the bar again. The bar disappears as Dylan slowly closes his eyes. He exhales calmly. He believes. The bar begins to rise. Without a struggle the bar continues higher and higher. He straightens his arms and brings it down to his chest. The blood runs from his face, his arms have stopped shaking. He pushes it back up. The weight moves easily. He reps again, not struggling this time. Dylan sets the weight back on the bar. It doesn't even make a sound as he sets it down on the rests. He just looks at it. His fingers uncurl from the bar, not wanting to let go, actually sticking to the bar from Dylan's grip. He sits up, takes a deep breath. Dylan looks at his hands. The tiny imprints from the textured surface of the bar slowly disappear, fading until they're healed. 79. A flashlight suddenly shines down the hall in his direction. Dylan bolts out the door. But it's not the same door he came in through. EXT. AC ENCLOSURE - NIGHT - RAIN He's trapped. The walls go up to the ceiling of the school, some kind of air-conditioning protective enclosure. He sees the flashlight bouncing up and down as a security guard chases after him. Dylan's trapped. INT. HALLWAY The guard runs down the hallway as fast as his old and chubby legs will carry him. EXT. AC ENCLOSURE - NIGHT - RAIN The guard bursts through the door, swinging the flashlight from left to right. There is no one there. Reluctantly, he leaves, muttering something inaudible under his breath as he does so. As he's leaving, Dylan, above, crawls past the edge of the roof, out of sight completely. EXT. ROOF - NIGHT - RAIN He stands perched on the edge, like his favorite hero, looking out over the city. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. LITTLE GIRL'S HOUSE - NIGHT - RAIN Dylan stands in front of a house, almost completely hidden by the shadows of the night. The rain patters off his Port Authority cap. He looks to the driveway. An SUV is backed in, a very familiar SUV. He sees the bumper, now mangled and dented from his own hands. He just stares at it. FLASHBACK: EXT. SUPERMARKET - DAY Dylan remembers the accident that caused all of this. 80. Dylan runs towards the helpless girl trapped underneath that van. He grabs the bumper and he pulls. The van's suspension creaks from the weight change, and it begins to rise. The steel bumper begins to bend under his grip. The wheels lift off the ground. The girl is freed. But Dylan keeps on lifting. The metal on the bumper creaks. It bends unnaturally in the shape of his hand and is practically ripped off from the rest of the car. He's tearing solid steel. He keeps pushing up, the car rising with each beat of his heart. Dylan keeps lifting. Up to his shoulders. Keeps lifting. Until finally the van is above his head. Just like the picture in the paper. The little girl is pulled out. And Dylan drops the van onto the ground, it's so heavy the ground shakes. Dylan watches as the mother loads the little girl into the van. Dylan Dandridge walks away, a hero. PRESENT: EXT. LITTLE GIRL'S HOUSE - NIGHT - RAIN The rain bounces off Dylan's head. Dylan stands in the rain, thinking about the accident. About how impossible it was. Beat. He looks over to the window leading into the den. The light is on. He can see inside. The same little girl that he rescued is busy laughing as her entire family plays with her, tickling her and chasing her about the living room. Dylan looks back over at the bumper of the van. Beat. And he looks back over to the little girl, and her family. And this moment he saved. The lives he saved. He pulls the hood from off his back, and slips it over his cap, his face now only barely visible because of the dark shadows. He understands what he has become. 81. INT. BACK ALLEY - NIGHT - RAIN Dylan enters a bad part of the neighborhood. It seems like he knows exactly where he's going. Suddenly he hears a trash can topple over, some commotion from the alley. A thug, a lowlife criminal in dark clothes surrounds a girl in a dark alleyway. She tries to scream but a slimy hand covers her mouth before she can. It's Sarah from the bus. The man looks at her and smiles. His eyes light up as he retrieves a knife from his pocket. Sarah whimpers, tears flow from her face. The man begins to drag the tip of his knife across her throat, toying with her. His smile grows. Behind him, a figure, Dylan, slowly rises from beneath a veil of shadow at the end of the alley. Dylan walks up behind the mugger slowly, not making a sound. Dylan grabs him from behind by the throat, wrapping one of his powerful arms around his neck and the other trapping the arm with the knife. In an instant Dylan drags him into the shadows he stepped out of moments ago. Sarah watches, waits, crouched in the corner. The rain patters over her. She can't hear a sound. Suddenly, the mugger's limp body smacks the ground, splashing water from the soaked streets, just in the light, so that half his body can be seen. Dylan emerges from the shadows once again. Dylan looks over to the helpless girl, crying in the shadows of the corner. He extends his hand. She looks up at him, his face shrouded in darkness by the hat and hood. She takes his hand. 82. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Dylan stands in his room. No lights. No sound. He peels the coat off his soaking wet body, one arm at a time, incredibly slowly. He removes one arm, the rainwater spatters against the carpet. He pulls the other arm out, more water thudding onto the carpet. He holds it with both hands, at eye level. He just stares at it. As the water rushes off and spits on the carpet. INT. CLOSET - NIGHT The soaking black trenchcoat is hung on the hook on the inside of the door, next to the rest of the family's coats. DISSOLVE TO: INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE - MORNING Dylan walks towards the front door, ready to leave. Without looking up from what she's doing, MOM Did your walk make you feel better? Beat. DYLAN Like a new man. The door shuts behind him. INT. PIANO ROOM - DAY Dylan is alone for once. He looks at his watch nervously. He waits. Beat. He looks at his watch again, waiting for Kelly to arrive. But she never does. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Dylan is on the phone, looking at a piece of paper that says "Kelly's number" in his own handwriting while dialing. 83. It rings and rings but no one picks up. Beat. It keeps ringing. He finally gives in and hangs up the phone. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM - LATER Dylan, in his coat and hat, slides open the window. He crawls out. And drops out of sight. EXT. KELLY'S HOUSE - NIGHT Dylan bangs on the door, rings the doorbell like a madman, but no one answers. He looks over to the driveway. The car is there, but no one seems home. Dylan takes a few steps away from the house, looking up at Kelly's window. The light's off. Beat. INT. KELLY'S HOUSE - NIGHT Dylan's coat shuffles around the incredibly quiet living room in Kelly's Home. There is no sound, other than him. It's deserted. INT. KELLY'S HOUSE, KELLY'S ROOM - NIGHT Kelly's door opens without a sound. Dylan casts a shadow over her entire room as he enters, his movements are slow and tense. He flips on the light switch. It flickers on, then pops out, dead. Dylan walks further into the room. His boots on the carpet are the only sound in the entire house. Beneath one of them glass suddenly crunches. He stops, lifts his foot up. It's so dark, he can't see anything. Lightning quickly pops outside, sending a flash of light into the dark room for a moment. Moment enough for Dylan to see the broken lamp shattered across the carpet. Another flash of lightning and the entire room is exposed. Under his hood Dylan glares at the mess. The room is in stark contrast to what he saw before. Clothes have been thrown carelessly onto the floor. 84. Belongings have been toppled over. The Little Miss Princess trophy is broken in two. Dylan crouches down and picks up a tattered piece of clothing, ripped at the shoulder. Dylan just stands there, clutching the torn sweater. His emotions hidden under a veil of shadow. EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET - NIGHT Tyler pops out of an alleyway, half-jogging across the darkened street. No lights are on in the surrounding homes. No one is out but him at this hour. And Dylan Dandridge. Dylan steps out of the shadows himself, fifty feet behind Tyler. When Tyler is far enough, Dylan advances, easily unnoticed. There is a roll of thunder in the distance. The heavens open, and a downpour of soft rain patter over Dylan's hood and cloak. He continues following Tyler. EXT. SUBWAY ENTRANCE - NIGHT Tyler heads down the stairs to one of the many subway gates in the city. Dylan follows carefully, staying hidden. INT. SUBWAY ENTRANCE - NIGHT The subway has long stopped running this night, so subsequently there is no gate guard to stop Tyler from hopping the entrance bars. He keeps going and jumps down onto the track itself. Tyler heads down the track, until he's out of sight. Dylan is still at the top of the entrance, moving carefully down the stairs. INT. SUBWAY TRACK - NIGHT In a moment Dylan jumps from the ledge onto the subway track, with almost no sound. He can just barely see Tyler ahead of him, walking down the track. But once Dylan steps past the line where the light stops, he practically disappears. Dylan Dandridge stalks Captain Tyler. 85. Tyler turns and finds a door hidden in one of the crevices of the subway wall. He looks over his shoulder and opens it, closing it behind him as he enters. Dylan slows. After falling a few minutes more behind Dylan goes to the door and enters. INT. STONE STAIRWELL The stone stairwell aims straight down, at a very steep incline. Silently, Dylan heads down. INT. LOWER SUBWAY SYSTEM Dylan is now in the catacombs, in the old subways, beneath the newer ones. Everything is stone, aged countless years. Large chunks look ready to crumble at any moment. Cobwebs everywhere. It's an old train station. Dylan suddenly spots something at the other end of the long station. It's Kelly, unconscious, propped against the wall. Filled with new emotion Dylan begins to jog, and is quickly sprinting. But out of the shadows a fist flies at Dylan's face, connecting solidly. Between the strength of the punch and Dylan's velocity, the blow sends Dylan to the ground hard. Tyler steps out of the shadow. He says nothing, but his hatred for this cloaked figure is apparent in his face. As Dylan struggles to get up on hands and knees, his face never exposed, Tyler kicks him across the face. Dylan spins completely over, landing back on his stomach and hiding his face. Even now, with his new powers, Dylan begins to lose consciousness, face down in the dirt. Tyler, calmly, walks away. He picks Kelly up and tosses her onto his shoulder. He goes through another door at the end of the long corridor. Dylan begins to pick himself up and out of his daze and heads for the door. INT. LOWER SUBWAY SYSTEM, BACK CORRIDOR Dylan sees a shadow move away from him, down the long, dark hallway ahead of him. Tyler stands next to a crumbled concrete support pillar, a sledge hammer lying just next to the rubble. 86. There is a massive hole in the ground just in front of Tyler, next to where he's set Kelly down, still out. DYLAN You don't know what you're doing. Tyler cocks an annoyed smirk and kicks Kelly's lifeless body into the hole, which leads down to a lower level. TYLER Later! He jumps in after her. INT. CARGO TRAIN CATACOMBS Tyler grabs Kelly from the floor and runs off into the distance. Tyler stops many feet away and waits near a very large concrete support beam. Dylan quickly falls through the opening, landing in a crouched position, his coat slaps down on his back after he lands. Dylan glares at Tyler from under his hood. TYLER You remember what's above us? Dylan looks up. TYLER Subways. At the sound of the word he kicks the support, with all his strength, breaking it in half. The roof quickly begins to crack and crumble. And after only a few seconds the roof gives way completely. The entire place comes down. A blur of concrete and metal collapses onto Dylan. He tries to leap out of the way, but he isn't fast enough. The last thing to come down on Dylan is a subway car itself. Beat. The dust begins to settle. Sparks fly from the broken electrical systems. The total mass stretches up through the ceiling. Every bit of Dylan is covered, except for his head and arm, which was saved because of a vertical piece of concrete that braced itself between him and the rubble, positioned between his head and free arm. The result leaves him alive, barely, but trapped under an incredible weight. Tyler, who positioned himself far enough away to be out of danger, walks off. He goes through a door to the side. 87. INT. OLD CARGO TRAIN SUBWAY He comes out onto another ancient track. Tyler sets Kelly down on the tracks, tying her feet to one rail and her body and arms to the other. TYLER I won't let you do it Kel. I just won't let you hurt them. (beat) This train only runs once a day. Guess what time? (beat) No one will even miss you. She opens her eyes, still hazy. KELLY Why are you doing this? Tyler's surprised she's awake. TYLER Why? Because of you. These people cherish me. They cherish me because of what I've done for them, Kel. The district titles. All the funding. I helped these people when they needed me most. (beat) You... you made me the laughing stock of the entire school. All for that geek. (beat) Do you know how that makes me look? How much pain it causes those people up there? Those people I've bled for? Those people I love up there? Do you have any idea how much my good name affects them? They could lose everything. (beat) I won't let you do it to them. I can't let it get past the school. It's wrong, Kel. (beat) I'm not the bad guy here. He finishes her bonds. He walks off, into darkness. Kelly begins to cry. 88. INT. CARGO TRAIN CATACOMBS The rubble is just now settling. Dylan shouldn't be alive but he is. Hr groans in agony. He coughs, dust billows out in front of his face. He pushes up with his one free arm, trying to free himself. It doesn't move an inch. He plops back down onto the dirt. Somewhere above him, he hears Kelly crying. An image of her flashes through his mind, her beautiful face. He groans as he pushes up on the impossible weight. He continues to struggle, trying to shake off the mound of rubble on top of him. But still, nothing budges. He's exhausted, near death. He collapses again. Kelly's sobs in the distance get louder. He pushes again with his one free arm, the weight beginning to move only slightly. He doesn't stop. He continues to push, dust shakes off from the top of the rubble. The metal of the ancient subway car groans, sparks fly from its broken electrical cables. He pushes the weight further, enough to get one of his feet underneath him, he plants it on the ground for more support. Dylan hears the train, rounding a corner in the distance. Kelly SCREAMS again. The weight overruns him, crushing down on him once again. KELLY (O.S.) SOMEBODY! HELP ME! At the sound of her voice he begins his struggle again, his arms bulging, his leg shaking from the weight. He pushes harder and his other arm comes free. He puts it above his head against the weight. His arms are free but the weight is still crushing him. His legs are ready to buckle, Dylan squats like a catcher. She screams yet again. He continues to push, his knees beginning to rise from the dirt. He pushes even more. Bits of concrete and rubble fall to the side from the massive mound. He hears the train braking, nearby now. He has got to hurry. 89. KELLY (O.S.) DYLAN! He pushes harder than ever, after she screamed FOR HIM. He pushes one last time, the immense weight shifting completely. He keeps going, throwing the weight above his head. His arms and legs outstretched completely now, fully extended. He's standing, with all that weight held over his head. He jumps clear of it, as it all crumbles to the ground in a boom. Huge desperate breaths as he sits hunched on the ground in a filthy dark mass. His hat is gone, his coat torn to shreds. He struggles to even move, but slowly he hauls himself to his feet. He rises, dirt and debris rush off his back. His breathing slows. Then he hears her scream. He rushes off. But his body is broken, he can barely breathe. Yet he walks on, limping heavily, hearing her screams. He struggles to get through the doorway. Going up the concrete doorstep he stumbles and falls. He coughs up blood. The train rounds the corner. He gets up and runs as fast as he can on a broken leg, and broken body. INT. OLD CARGO TRAIN SUBWAY Dylan limps through the doorway. Kelly is right in front of him, still bound to the railings. He runs towards her just as the train's lights appear in the distance. It's a race against time now. He gets to her quickly but still has to unbind her. He gets her feet free first. Now, as the train is only feet away, he struggles with her arm binds. The train barrels on. Suddenly its brakes scream, trying to stop. He can't untie the ropes, struggling with it with only one good arm. The train is so close they can see the driver looking at them. 90. He stops trying to untie it. He grabs it and yanks it into shreds. He pulls her to the side of the track just as the train barrels by, nearly clipping her feet. They exhale a sigh of relief. The train lets its brakes go, barreling past them. Dylan rolls over in utter anguish, making sure to keep his face hidden from Kelly. He groans in agony. She tries to help him up, but he is deadweight and can't help her. A familiar voice suddenly comes from the shadows. TYLER Well, isn't this touching. He stares at Kelly, and the cloaked figure with his head lowered. TYLER It looks to me that it's the perfect time to finish what I started earlier. DYLAN ...No... Dylan struggles back to his feet, legs wobbly, on a destroyed body. Kelly, for the first time, sees his face. Her eyes widen in disbelief. KELLY Dylan?! Tyler just looks at them. TYLER This makes sense. DYLAN I won't let you have her. Tyler hurls himself at Dylan, and wraps his massive steroid- induced arm around Dylan's throat. His hands clamp together like a vise, squeezing tighter and tighter. Tyler yanks back hard, strengthening his grip. Dylan pushes with his legs, trying to send him into the brick wall on the side of the track, but Tyler is too powerful. His arm remains locked around Dylan's neck. His face is turning red. 91. Dylan throws a series of elbows into Tyler's stomach, thudding against Tyler's powerful body. The blows have zero effect. The blows stop, Dylan's arms begin to go limp, his legs buckle. All the air in him escapes his lips, he quickly fades as Tyler pulls back harder and harder. Kelly's crying. Tyler holds up all of Dylan's weight with his arm. He's gone. Tyler wrenches back one last time and tosses Dylan's lifeless body hard against the brick wall. He turns to Kelly, who's sobbing uncontrollably. He stalks towards her slowly, she backs away just as quickly, still sobbing, and looking at Dylan's lifeless body. But, suddenly, it's not lifeless. Dylan begins to cough uncontrollably. Tyler looks at him, genuinely surprised. Kelly's tearful face lights up. Tyler walks over to him, just as Dylan is struggling to make it to his feet, and grabs Dylan by the throat, hurling him back against the wall. Dylan throws a right punch deep into Tyler's stomach. Tyler stands in complete comfort, not affected by the blow at all. His strength is gone. TYLER (sarcastic) Nice one. Dylan looks at his hands, and hurls them both right at Tyler's jaw. When it connects his hands are what is hurt most. Tyler practically smiles. Dylan, in a last ditch effort to do some damage, slams both his palms against Tyler's ears. Tyler staggers back a step. He looks at Dylan. His ears are ringing, All he can hear is a dull buzz. Angry, Tyler smashes Dylan's head into the concrete wall, sending him to the floor in agony. He's through playing around now. As Dylan yet again struggles to make it to his feet, Tyler grabs him by the throat and hurls him back up against the brick wall. Pieces of the wall fall down around them from the force. 92. TYLER Why won't you die?! Dylan struggles to breathe. Tyler's inhuman grip clamps down on Dylan's neck. The other hand joins in, strangling him with both hands. Dylan's face turns red. Somehow, he speaks, in a gargled restricted voice. DYLAN I still know... He looks at Dylan as his mouth moves to the words. All he can hear is the buzzing. He clamps down even harder. Dylan, through the pain, motions with his hands for Kelly to stand close to the wall Tyler doesn't see the wave of Dylan's hand. She looks down the track and quickly obliges. Dylan pulls even closer to the wall. Tyler squeezes tighter. Dylan's neck has red handprints on it. He's fading again. But suddenly, out of nowhere, the train plows over Tyler in an instant. In a split second he is gone. The brakes squeal as it struggles to stop. DYLAN I know the train runs twice a day asshole. Kelly immediately runs over to him and hugs him tightly, burying her face in his chest. He cries in pain but doesn't let her go. She looks up from his chest, teary eyed, into his eyes. Beat. She hugs him tighter. INT. DYLAN'S BEDROOM - MORNING Subtitle: Weeks Later Dylan, with soft casts and wrappings on his chest and limbs, his neck still swollen and red, grabs his Graduation gown off his chair. He groans as he slips his arm through and pulls it around the other side. MOM (O.S.) You okay in here? Dylan spins around, surprised. 93. DYLAN I can't get the other arm through. She comes over to him and assists him in putting his bandaged arm through his gown. She zips him up. MOM How was the memorial? DYLAN Alright. She adjusts his collar and struggles to fix his hair. She looks at his bandages. MOM You never did tell me how you got so banged up. Dylan looks at the floor. DYLAN I know... She stands behind him, looking at him in the mirror, in his gown. MOM It must have been pretty important for you to put on that superhero get-up and go gallivanting all through the night. Dylan turns around. He can't believe it. DYLAN What are you talking about? MOM Oh, don't give me that. I am your mother after all. He stares at her, looks her in the eyes, studying her. She's smiling. DYLAN How did you figure it out? MOM Well, when you start leaving at all hours of the night wearing the same thing that's plastered all over the news and papers it wasn't hard. 94. DYLAN I thought it was Dad that- MOM -Oh, your Father's a moron. Honestly, I don't know how I got him through college. She spins him around, and checks his gown one last time. MOM I told you you weren't so normal. He smiles. INT. DYLAN'S HOUSE, DOWNSTAIRS - SHORT TIME LATER Dad is reading the paper. DAD Looks like that weird fella made the front page again. "NightWalker: Exposed!" Yeah, right. His Dad puts the paper on the table. Dylan comes down the stairs, fully dressed in cap and gown. He's practically glowing with excitement. Dylan looks down at the paper. Below the huge headline there is another, much smaller article. The headline on it reads: Link between Subway collapse and mysterious boy death still unknown. DYLAN I better go. MOM You're gonna do great, son. DYLAN Bye. His mother waves to him, smiling ecstatically. Father looks up from the paper. DAD Bye. Dylan leaves. 95. DAD (beat) So what do you think REALLY happened to him? Looks like the weight of the world collapsed on his shoulders. MOM If it hasn't yet it will someday. EXT. SCHOOL - GRADUATION DAY - DAY Suddenly, everyone starts clapping, all in unison. The PRINCIPAL, in standard cap and gown, stands at the microphoned podium. A concrete-sculpted memorial stands in the background. Everyone immediately erupts in joy, clapping like crazy. PRINCIPAL The world welcomes you: The graduating class of 2003! Everyone screams even louder, their hats fly into the air all at once. Dylan, now with the extra Valedictorian sash draped over his neck, hops off the edge of the stage and is immediately rushed by a large crowd of people. Smothering around him. He's incredibly confused, everyone is talking at once. Connie and Ben break through the masses and find him. CONRAD Dylan! Great speech! Dylan isn't listening, he's looking over everyone's head, peering through cracks in the masses, searching for Kelly. BEN So are we still on for this weekend?! DYLAN What? BEN This weekend? Remember, we're all going into the city to look for a place?! DYLAN Oh, yeah. Yeah, we're still on! 96. Suddenly, he spots a hand shoot up through the crowd, and Kelly's head pops up over them as she jumps, looking for him too. DYLAN Hey listen, I gotta go! BEN Yeah, we know! CONRAD Good luck, man! BEN And congratulations too! Dylan's already running after her. DYLAN (calling back) Thanks! He struggles to push past the masses and find Kelly. Kelly does the exact same, only with limited results. QUICK CUTS on them both as they struggle to find one another. Finally they do. Meeting in the middle, in an area almost devoid of students, an open area to themselves. They both smile and quickly lean in. Finally, they kiss. SLOW MO As they continue their kiss. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. CITY ALLEYWAY - NIGHT Dylan stands, in full superhero garb, his black trench, hat, and hood, in a darkened alleyway somewhere in the city. He takes a step back, passing a line of light, into darkness. Slowly, it engulfs his entire being. Until he completely and utterly disappears into the night. FADE OUT: THE END
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