FADE IN

:
EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
A sliver of moonlight GLEAMS through clusters of grey cloud.
Headlights flicker between rows of moss cloaked trees.
The headlights belong to a lone VAN, it putters along a
shielded path. The placard on the side reads "BART'S
PLUMBING."
INT. VAN - CONTINUOUS
These guys are definitely not plumbers: STAN (40's) drives
with one hand. The other stuffed in a bag of pretzels wedged
between his legs.
WIL (30's), sits in the passenger seat.
WIL
Watch the road!
STAN
Relax, poindexter.
Stan reaches to crank the volume on the radio. The pretzel
bag falls between his legs. Bends to retrieve it.
WIL
Look out!
A DEER appears in the van's headlight's.
EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS
The van pitches left, missing the deer by a hair -- and meets
the trunk of a tree with a CRUNCH.
The van's back doors swing open and

CAGES tumble out.

The cages break -- releasing a CLOUD OF BATS.
Wil and Stan stumble out of the van as the bats fly away.
WIL
(to Stan)
You cretin!
Wil limps to the back, hopeful.
The interior isn't what you'd expect: a succession of similar
cages line every available space along the walls.

2.

Wil inspects the cages. The remaining bats belt out a chorus
of ear-splitting SQUAWKS.
STAN
Is it still there?
WIL
No.
Stan kneels to the fallen cages.
STAN
WIL! Look...
Stan points to a particular cage, BIOHAZARD stamped on it’s
side. Nameplate reads: CARRIER.
WIL
Shit! It got away.
STAN
We better find it then.
They get back in the battered, yet still functional, van and
drive away.
CRIMSON RED EYES emerge from the pitch black of nearby trees.
With a ghastly SHRIEK the eyes disappear.
We move above the trees -- to see a RESEARCH FACILITY, off in
the distance.
The silhouette of the FLYING BAT crosses our view as we -CUT TO BLACK:
TITLE: DAWN
FADE IN:
EXT. FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
A brilliant sun BEAMS in an aqua blue sky. The blinding rays
broken up -- by a FOOTBALL.
It careens into the waiting hands of BARNES (16), a wide
receiver near the end-zone.
He catches it just as he gets CRUSHED by some OPPONENTS -but still holds tight to the cherished missile of cowhide.
The PACKED STANDS jump to their feet to cheer.

3.

From the sidelines COACH CARVER (48), a sweaty ball of
nerves, calls for their last time-out.
The home team is behind: twenty-three, nineteen.
Star quarterback, KENNY FLOWERS (17), jogs with cool
confidence up to his team. He removes his helmet to shake
sweat from his hair. He high fives everyone.
COACH
Huddle up!
Kenny and the WOODLAND HEIGHTS RAVENS, huddle together for
the final play.
KENNY
Awesome catch, Barnes.
BARNES (O.S.)
Thanks, bro!
COACH
We're not out of the woods yet so
save the stroking for later.
KENNY
They'll expect the kick. So we're
gonna run the Ray Charles. Got it?
TEAM
Got it!
KENNY
Hands in.
Arms crisscross as they reach in for final cheer.
KENNY (CONT’D)
What time is it?!
TEAM
GAME TIME!
The crowd CHEERS as they break and trot back onto the field.
Kenny looks to the STANDS
Where his girlfriend, DAWN (16), sits with bff's, BRANDY (16)
and TRISH (17), who both gab as incessantly as they text on
their iPhones.

4.

With long luscious hair and perfect skin, Dawn's the
proverbial apple of Kenny's eye. And the girl every guy in
school wants to nail.
FRISCO, her Pomeranian, squirms and YAPS in her arms with
boundless energy.
She smiles to Kenny and waves.
DAWN
(to girls)
I can't wait for him to see my
dress, it's SO the shiz.
BRANDY
Totes!
TRISH
I'm so gonna go down on at
least...four guys at prom.
DAWN
It's nice to have goals I guess.
TRISH
What-EVER! You're such a bitch!
DAWN
I know right?
BRANDY
So, like, are you and Kenny finally
gunna do it or what?
DAWN
I promised we would. But...like...I
don't know.
BRANDY
It only hurts the first time. Then,
O...M...G!
DAWN
Gross! It just seems so, messy.
BRANDY
W. T. F. Get over it girl. Time to
crack that egg.
Dawn screws her face up in disgust.
FOOTBALL FIELD
Teams in position. Fourth and goal.

5.

The visiting CRESTMONT HIGH FALCONS are on the opposing side.
Kenny takes a final look through the crowd to Dawn. He blows
her a kiss.
Kenny notices someone else. Nearby, leaning against a tree.
BUSTER STROHACKER (16) away from the stands. An aloof
expression on his face. When he sees Kenny looking he perks
up and awkwardly waves.
Over his shoulder, we see the BART'S PLUMBING van.
Wil pretends to watch the game, his interest really on Buster
and the night vision GOGGLES dangling from his backpack.
FOOTBALL FIELD
Kenny dismisses Buster’s wave, faces REF (42), waiting for
the whistle -- TWEET!
KENNY
Blue thirty-seven, hike!
The ball is hiked. Kenny drops back.
The clock counts down. TEN SECONDS.
Barnes sprints behind Kenny, who passes it off.
Or does he?
EIGHT SECONDS.
Faked the pass. Fools some Falcons who chase after Barnes.
Kenny looks for someone to throw to. Nobody.
SIX.
A large OPPONENT with the gusto of a rabid rhinoceros lumbers
toward him.
He looks at the rhino. The end-zone.
No other choice, goes for it.
FOUR.
The beast is upon Kenny, who he easily spins around him, then
avoids two more Falcons.
TWO.

6.

He leaps over a mound of players -- lands with a CRUNCH onto
the Astroturf. Players pile on top of him.
ONE. GAME OVER.
Dead silence as refs peels off players.
REF
(hands up)
Touchdown!
Fans stream onto the field to celebrate with the team.
Dawn runs up and wraps her arms around Kenny's neck.
Her beautiful GREEN EYES light up as they kiss.
Buster watches the action as he passes on his bike.
BUSTER
Troglodytes.
The HOOPLA continues as he peddles away.
He passes the parked van.
Stan talks at a phone booth, eying Buster as he passes.
Once he's gone, Stan hangs up.
INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY
The team still celebrates as they shower and change.
Teammate and friend, BRAD COLLINGSWORTH (17), changes across
from Kenny.
BRAD
Finally gonna get laid now, mr.
hero?
KENNY
You know it. Never thought I'd be
sick of getting blowies.
Another friend, SCOTTIE "STUBS" TUBINSKI (18), completes the
jocular trifecta.
STUBBS
I'm sick of your Mom giving ME
blowies.

7.

KENNY
(laughing)
Whatever!
Kenny throws his jock strap at Stubbs, narrowly misses his
cueball head.
STUBBS
Gross, dude!
The bulky, back-up quarterback, ERIC RED (19), scoffs.
ERIC
I'll take a crack at Dawn for ya,
Flowers. Let her see what a real
man feels like.
Kenny SLAMS Eric into a locker.
KENNY
You would DIE before I let that
happen!
ERIC
Get off me, Flowers!
Coach barrels in, clipboard still in his grasp. He probably
sleeps with the bloody thing.
COACH
Enough flirting and get changed.
Kenny releases his grip Eric's shirt.
COACH (CONT’D)
We scored a big win, but let's not
suck each other off just yet.
(to Kenny)
Flowers. Excellent work out there.
KENNY
(beaming)
Thanks, coach.
BRAD
(to Kenny)
Forget about Eric. He's just sick
of being the bench warming bitch.
ERIC
Up yours, Collingsworth.

8.

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
Kenny’s truck speeds along with Stubbs and some of the other
TEAMMATES drinking beer in the back.
STUBBS
Yeah boyeee! Fuck those Falcons!
He cheers someone’s beer so hard it SMASHES the bottles.
STUBBS (CONT’D)
Sorry!
INT. KENNY’S TRUCK - CONTINUOUS
Brad and Kenny share a mickey.
BRAD
You still haven’t told her?
KENNY
Nope.
BRAD
Shit man, it’s getting down to the
wire.
KENNY
I know. But let’s just enjoy the
moment right now.
STUBBS (O.S.)
Flowers! Stop driving with your
pussy and speed up!
Kenny LAUGHS as he takes a hardy swig of some JD.
INT. DAWN'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Kenny’s at the head of a banquet of food. Dawn strides up.
They share a juicy kiss before she sits next to him.
Dawn's little sister, LEELEE (6), reacts.
LEELEE
Ewww!
EVERYONE ELSE
Awww!
Everyone else is Kenny's parents, BOB (48) and JANET (45),
and Dawn's dad, EARL (50).

9.

A big plate of chicken legs sits in the center of the table.
Everyone but Dawn reaches in to grab one. She serves herself
some salad.
EARL
So Kenny, how does it feel to be
the man of the hour?
KENNY
Kinda feel like Superman, sir.
EARL
I told you to call me Earl.
DAWN
Superman's a dork...
Frisco YAPS incessantly outside.
DAWN (CONT’D)
Frisco, shut up!
(to table)
Sorry.
PEDRO, Leelee's parrot, SQUAWKS in his cage.
PEDRO
Cheese! Cheese!
LEELEE
You too, Pedro!
BOB
We're proud of you, son.
KENNY
Thanks, Pop. The next game's in a
few weeks.
DAWN
I can't wait to graduate.
(to Kenny)
Finally go to Woodland College
together while you work for daddy.
Kenny and Earl exchange a knowing glance.
Frisco just won't stop barking.
DAWN (CONT’D)
Frisco! I swear if you don't shut
up I'll make a sweater out of you!

10.

EXT. DAWN'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Frisco, tied to a post, BARKS at something in the trees.
A high pitched SHRIEK pierces the chilly night air.
The FLAP of leathery wings. Frisco stops dead. Another
SHRIEK.
Frisco peers into the darkness...
...through the black the glow of RED EYES stare back at us.
Perched on the top of the fence, the BAT, viscous drool drips
from snarling jaws.
It stretches out translucent wings -- and flies directly at
Frisco. Who GROWLS and snaps to scare it away...
...no dice. The bat flies right for him -- and BITES him on
his furry hide. A pained YELP.
With another SCREECH the bat disappears back into the cover
of darkness.
Frisco WHINES silently as he lies on the grass.
DAWN (O.S.)
Frisco? Come inside, boy.
He limps to his feet and gingerly trots to the house.
INT. DAWN'S ROOM - LATER
Kenny and Dawn make-out on her bed. A flurry of hands and
lips.
Kenny's hand moves between her legs.
DAWN
Stop.
(he doesn't)
Kenny, I said stop!
He sits back, irritated.
KENNY
Dawn, you promised. If we win this
game we'll have sex. Those were
your words.
DAWN
Like, ya, I don't remember saying
it like that.