vs. ItHere it is, my take on what is possibly the best (and longest) horror novel of the last twenty years: Stephen King's IT. Now, for those of you who haven't read the book, I guess I'd better explain a couple of things. The book has two interweaving plots, a 'present day' plot set in 1985 and a 'flashback' plot set in 1958. Both plots featured the same characters and reached similar conclusions. When I had the inspiration for this story, I realised that if I subtracted 14 years from the Spice Girls' ages and set some parts of the story in 1985, then they'd be the perfect age for the 'flashback' plot. Hence, the 'flashback' plot of this story runs parallel to the 'present day' plot of the original book. Sound complicated? Don't worry, all will become clear.
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(EXT: Maine Highway, 1999. The Spice bus shoots along the highway, under a leaden sky.)
(INT: Spice Bus. For once, Sporty is at the wheel.
The other girls appear to be consulting their tour schedule.)
Posh: Where're we supposed to play next?
Scary: Some place called Derry. It looks like we'll be spending
a few days there.
Ginger: What is it? Another shitty two-bit town?
Posh (pensive): Wait a minute. Did you say Derry? Damn. Why does
that sound familiar?
Ginger: Maybe you've screwed somebody there before?
Posh: Screw you, bitch. That's not it.
Ginger: Of course not. After all, you don't have a kid called
Derry, do you?
Posh: That's not funny.
Ginger (smirking): Yes it is.
Scary (trying not to laugh): Don't be so mean, Ginger.
It's not Posh's fault that she... oh, I can't help it. Muhahahaha!
(Scary and Ginger roll on the floor laughing. Posh
goes berserk and attacks them. Sporty hears the commotion and looks around.)
Sporty: Yee-ha. Another cat-fight.
(Abruptly, the fight stops.)
Posh: Goddamit, why do you have watch whenever we fight?
Ginger: Yeah, if you're watching us, then you can't be watching...
(she falters)
Scary: Oh fuck...
Posh: The road!
(The other girls dash to the front of the bus.)
Posh (screaming): Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, watch out for that
car.
Ginger (panicked): Nooo! Not into the tree you
stupid bitch!
Scary (terrified): This is it. We're going to
die.
(The Spice bus swerves all over the road. Sporty somehow
manages to bring it back under control before it can crash. Inside the bus,
the girls take their places again.)
Sporty: Don't look at me like that. It wasn't my fault.
Posh: Yes it was.
Sporty: Damn, how did you know? (She
points to a road sign marked 'Derry: 30 miles.') Look, we're almost there.
Posh: I'm sure I've been here before.
I just can't remember it.
Scary: Hmm, I'm getting the same
feeling.
Ginger: Yeah, me too. What about
you, Baby?
Baby (nodding): Tee hee.
Sporty: Funny you should mention
that...
Posh: This is weird. Do none of
you remember anything?
Ginger: Nothing.
Scary: Nada.
Posh: Wait a minute. I remember
that when I was eleven, we went to Bangor. My parents were on some business
trip. Yeah, that's right. Then we moved on to Derry. (Posh begins to tell
the girls her story.)
(EXT: The same stretch of
highway, 1985. A limousine speeds towards Derry.)
(INT: Limousine. Young Posh
sits in the back of the limo, with her parents.)
Young Posh: Daddy, why do we have to
go to these horrible towns?
Posh's father: Your mother has some... ah...
paying customers there.
Young Posh: But these places are always
full of horrible poor people.
Posh's mother: But there are still enough
people rich enough to afford my... erm... special services.
Posh's father: Actually, Victoria, I'd advise
you to get used to this place. We'll be staying there for a while. We've heard
that it's a weird, fucked-up town, so we figured that it would be the perfect
place to bring you up.
(INT: Spice bus, 1999.)
Ginger: Hey, it seems like Derry
had quite an influence on you.
Posh: Up yours, shitface. Actually,
that's all I can remember at the moment. Maybe one of you could tell how you
arrived. You might jog my memory.
Ginger: Hmm, I think I remember how
I got here.
(EXT: Street on the outskirts
of Derry, 1985. Young Ginger and her mother walk along the street, fighting
their way through a torrential downpour.)
Young Ginger: Do you think we'll find Daddy
here?
Ginger's mother: I've slept with quite a few
men from here, so there's a good chance, although it'll take me a few weeks
to track them all down. Besides, if he's not here, we can move on to Bangor.
I've slept with dozens from there.
Young Ginger: I hope we find him. We could
leech him for child-support.
(Suddenly, a limo roars past
them. The limo drives through a puddle at the side of the road, splashing muddy
water all over Young Ginger.)
Young Ginger: Hey, come back here, you
assholes!
(As the limo shoots away,
Young Ginger sees Young Posh's face at the young window. Young Posh gives her
the finger.)
(INT: Spice bus, 1999.)
Scary: So is that why you two hate
each other?
Ginger: I don't know. I didn't even
remember that until a few minutes ago.
Scary: This is freaky. I think I'm
remembering now.
(INT: A room in the Derry
Town House hotel, 1985. Young Scary sits on one of the beds, crying and screaming
while her parents unpack.)
Young Scary: I DON'T WANNA STAY IN SOME
STUPID TOWN! I WANNA GO HOME!
Scary's mother: Calm down now, dear. This
is for your own good.
Young Scary: How am I supposed to get
my fix out here?
Scary's father: That's why we've brought
you here. How many times have you been caught with those substances in school?
A dozen? More?
Young Scary: It didn't hurt anybody.
Scary's father (exasperated): Thanks to you, the entire chemistry department is being investigated by
the police.
Scary's Mother: We're hoping that you'll
be able to break out of this if we remove you from your supply.
Young Scary: That's it! I've had it with
you.
(Young Scary marches out
the door, slamming it behind her.)
(INT: Spice bus, 1999. The
bus passes a sign that reads 'Derry: 10 miles.' The town can be seen on the
horizon.)
Sporty: Wait a minute. This place
does look familiar.
(INT: Another room in the
Derry Town House, 1985. Young Sporty and her mother are unpacking.)
Young Sporty: Why do we have to stay here?
Sporty's mother: Don't complain, darling.
You know this is your father's big chance. You should be very proud of him.
He's a sporting legend.
Young Sporty: I am proud. But why does
he have to specialise in cross-dressing tiddlywinks?
Sporty's mother: Don't worry. I'm sure you'll
make lots of new friends here.
Young Sporty: Oh good. I hope there are
some nice boys.
(INT: Spice bus, 1999.)
Posh: Hold on, that's not right.
We all know you're a dyke.
Sporty: That's a bloody lie.
Posh: Bollocks.
(The two girls try to stare
each other down. Sporty looks away first.)
Sporty: Anyway. I did hope
there would be some nice boys.
Posh: So what happened that changed
you?
Sporty: I... don't remember that
bit... yet.
Ginger: What about you, Baby. Do
you remember Derry?
(INT: Crappy van, 1985. The
van, which has obviously seen better days, lurches down the highway towards
Derry. Baby's father sits behind the wheel. Baby and her mother dribble in the
back seats.)
Baby's father: Duh... this... not... Liverpool...
duh.
Baby's Mother: Tee Hee.
Young Baby: Duh.
Baby's father: Duh... me... think... we...
is... lost...
Baby's Mother: Tee Hee.
Young Baby: Duh!
(INT: Spice bus, 1999. The
bus enters Derry and pulls up in the parking lot at the town-house.)
Posh: Is this where we're supposed
to stay?
Scary: Yeah. I remember this place.
I stayed here.
Posh: I think I stayed at the horribly
expensive place down the road.
Sporty: Why aren't we staying there?
We could afford it.
Posh: Because our agents all hate
us and want us to suffer.
Scary (looking around): You know, this place isn't
exactly as I remember it.
Ginger: Yeah, downtown looks different.
What happened to it?
Sporty: Dunno. Let's go check in.
(INT: Lobby, 1999. The girls
enter.)
Sporty: Ah. I remember this place.
(INT: Lobby, 1985. Young
Sporty steps out of an elevator into the lobby. As she does so, Young Scary
runs out of a stairwell. Without noticing each other, the two girls head out
into the parking lot, where they head off in different directions.)
(EXT: Derry street, 1985.
Young Sporty wanders along the street, which is deserted. As she walks, a clown
wanders out of a side street and gives an impromptu street-show.)
Clown: Hey, hey, hey, little missy.
You new around here. I don't think I've seen you before. Let me introduce myself;
I am Pennywise the clown. That's me. But enough about me. Who might you be?
Young Sporty (smiling nervously): I'm Melanie.
Pennywise: Well howdy then, Melanie.
Now, I'd imagine that a pretty young thing like you would like to be meeting
the local boys, no?
Young Sporty (more enthusiastic): Yeah!
Pennywise: Wonderful. I guess you'd
better follow me. Oh, have a balloon. (He produces one from his sleeve and
hands it to her.) They float, you know, they all float.
(As Young Sporty follows
Pennywise into an alley, she fails to notice that the balloon floats quite happily
into the wind.)
(EXT: Alley, 1985. Young
Sporty and Pennywise walk down the alley.)
Young Sporty: Hey, how did you know I was
new? There must be loads of kids in this town; you can't know them all.
Pennywise: Oh, I know all of the children
in this town. Some of them float now.
Young Sporty (puzzled): Huh?
Pennywise: Oh yes, they float. And soon,
you'll float too.
Young Sporty (having second thoughts): Hey, Mister, let's just go
back to the main road.
Pennywise (turning to face her): We can't do that. You've
got to FLOAT!
(As he turns, we see that
his face is altered. His eyes are yellow and feral, his teeth are more pointed
and his red lip-stick now looks like blood.)
Young Sporty: Eeeek!
(Young Sporty turns and dashes
back towards the road. Pennywise chases her, snarling like an animal. Just as
she reaches the road, he lunges at her. She braces for the impact, but it never
comes. After a few seconds, she turns and looks back into the alley. It's now
empty, apart from a solitary orange pom-pom, which lies on the ground next to
a sewer grating.)
(INT: Hotel room, 1999. Curiosity
has led the other girls to abandon common sense and go into a hotel room with
Sporty. She finishes her tale.)
Scary (shocked): Wait a minute. You saw the
clown as well?
Sporty: Why? Did you?
Scary: Yeah. But he wasn't like
that at first.
(EXT: Derry Street, 1985.
Young Scary has just left the parking lot. She's still angry from her confrontation
with her parents. She wanders down the road towards a crossroads, where she
looks around. The road becomes noticeably seedier in one direction. Guess which
way she goes. She scans the sidewalks as she goes and then spots what she's
looking for; a dodgy looking man stood on a corner. The man's face and clothing
are concealed by a long overcoat.)
Young Scary: Hey, mister, are you in the
business of... err... supplies?
Dodgy guy: Yeah. You buying?
Young Scary (immensely relieved): Oh yes.
(They edge into a side-street.)
Dodgy guy: You seem pretty desperate...
Young Scary: I just got the third degree
about this off my parents. You know, 'these things are bad for you' and all
that.
Dodgy Guy: They are bad for you. Look
what they've done to me.
(The dodgy guy opens his
overcoat. We see that his skin is scabbed and leprous. Pus oozes from a thousand
blisters.)
Young Scary (backing away): Ah... maybe we'll... ah...
do this some other time.
Dodgy/Leprous guy: But don't you want your lovely
drugs? They'll make you high. They'll make you float. You'll float. We all float.
Young Scary: Aaargh!
(Accompanied by a weird optical
effect, the Dodgy guy transforms into Pennywise.)
Pennywise: Come with me, Melanie. We'll
all float.
(Young Scary dashes back
onto the main road. When she's sure that she's not being chased, she turns and
looks back into the side street, which is now empty.)
Young Scary: Wait a minute. How did he
know my name?
(The voice of Pennywise drifts
from a drain.)
Pennywise: Lucky guess?
(With a scream, Young Scary
dashes back towards the hotel.)
(EXT: Parking lot, 1985.
Young Scary and Young Sporty dash back into the parking lot, scared witless.
They collide and notice each other for the first time.)
Young Sporty (breathless): Help... clown... chased...
Young Scary: What the hell?
Young Sporty: You too?
(INT: Hotel room, 1999. Posh
stares at Scary in disbelief.)
Posh: Hey, that's impossible. You
can't both have seen the clown at the same time.
Ginger: No, it's not. Don't you remember?
We saw it too.
Posh: Huh? No we... wait... now
I remember.
(EXT: Plush hotel exterior,
1985. This hotel is noticeably more up-market than the town house. Young Posh
saunters out the main entrance. She fails to notice the drenched and mud-splattered
Young Ginger who is hiding beside the entrance. Young Ginger lunges at her nemesis-to-be,
sending her sprawling to the ground. Young Posh defends herself and the bloodbath,
the first of many, begins.)
Young Ginger: Arrogant bitch.
Young Posh: Stupid slut.
(The two girls continue fighting,
rolling around on the ground. They come to a stop at the feet of a clown. The
clown is, of course, Pennywise.)
Pennywise: Hey, why are you two little
ladies so mad? Cheer up! Your ol' pal Pennywise is here.
Young Ginger: So what, butt-fucker?
Young Posh: Yeah, up yours, asswipe.
Pennywise (taken aback): Hey, this isn't how it's
supposed to go. (He remembers that the girls can hear him.) Aww, aren't
you happy? Have a balloon. They float.
Young Posh: Bloody wonderful. Now piss
off before I kick you in the bollocks.
Young Ginger: I know where you can stick
your balloon...
Pennywise: Oh, fuck it. This isn't working.
(His face distorts, taking on horrific aspects.) Prepare to die you little
bitches.
Young Posh: Aaargh.!
Young Ginger: Run!
(The two girls dash towards
the safety of the lobby.)
Young Posh: Hey, do you feel like heroically
sacrificing yourself to save me?
Young Ginger: No.
Young Posh: Thought so, bitch.
(They narrowly escape Pennywise
and reach the lobby.)
(INT: Hotel room, 1999.)
Posh: How the fuck did I forget
something like that? I should have had nightmares for months.
Ginger: I'm not surprised you forgot
it, since you're such a stupid bitch. However, I don't know why I forgot it.
Posh: Hey! You're going to pay
for that.
(Before violence can break
out, Scary changes the subject.)
Scary: Hey, Baby, did you see the
clown?
Baby: Tee hee, duh.
(EXT: Derry street, 1985.
Young Baby wanders along the street aimlessly, bumping into walls and lamp-posts.
Suddenly, she stops. She sees a paperclip near a storm-drain entrance. The paperclip
is caught in a small stream of water, the only evidence of the recent downpour.
It heads towards the drain. Baby dives for it.)
Young Baby: Teeeeeee Heeeeeeeee!
(Young Baby arrives a moment
too late. The paperclip enters the drain. She reaches her arm inside and feels
around for it. Then, she sees a pair of large yellow eyes further back in the
drain.)
Young Baby: Duh?
Voice from drain: Come on in, Emma, we all
float.
(Intellectually, Baby's on
about the same level as a gnat. However, even gnats have survival instincts.
Baby picks herself up and runs for her life.)
(INT: Hotel room, 1999.)
Sporty: Shit, this is scary.
Scary: Do you think we could be
in danger?
Ginger: I don't think so. This happened
fifteen years ago.
Posh:
As much as I hate to disagree
with the demon bitch from hell, I have to admit that she's probably right. Anyway,
we should try to get a good night's sleep. This will all seem a lot clearer
in the morning.
(Posh, Ginger, Scary and
Baby get up to leave.)
Sporty: Hey, where are you going?
Posh:
Our rooms?
Sporty: Aww. Won't you stay here?
I'm scared.
Ginger: Ha! I'm not falling for that
one again.
(INT:
Posh's room. It is the middle of the night and Posh is asleep. She is awakened
by a hammering on her door. At first she ignores it, but it grows more insistant.
She shouts out without bothering to get up.)
Posh:
Fuck off, Sporty. You're
not that scared.
(There is no reply. The hammering
continues. Posh gets up and fishes a knife out of a drawer of cutlery.)
Posh:
Grr... I'm going to chew
that girl a new asshole. On second thoughts, I'd better not; she might enjoy
it.
(Posh
grips the knife menacingly and opens the door.)
Posh:
What the hell?
(The
doorway is empty. Posh looks down the corridor in both directions, but there
is nobody to be seen. Then she looks at the ground. A dress lies on the floor
by her feet. Attached is a tag saying "gift from your old friend, Pennywise")
Posh
(horrified):
Aiiii!
(The
other girls rush out of their rooms and over to Posh.)
Scary: What is it? Are you ok?
Posh:
I think so.
Ginger: Damn.
Scary: What's the matter?
Posh:
Look! (She points at the
dress.)
Scary
(puzzled):
It's a dress.
Sporty: Does it have some special
significance?
Scary: Is it covered with blood
that only you can see?
Posh:
No, it's far worse. It's
not a designer label.
Ginger: That's not important. What
is important is that whatever It is, It's come back for us.
Posh:
So we are in danger?
Scary: Why am I not surprised?
(INT:
Sporty's hotel room, 1999. The other four girls have obviously decided that
Sporty is less of a threat than It. They are crowded in the room, with everybody
apart from Sporty lying fully clothed on the floor at a discreet distance from
everybody else, avoiding each others' gazes. Sporty sits on her bed, grinning
like a lunatic.)
Sporty: There, there, don't you feel
better now.
Posh
(muttering
to herself through gritted teeth):
Safety in numbers... I'll
just keep telling myself that... safety in numbers.
Sporty: Don't worry. I'll protect
you.
Ginger: Would you shut the hell up?
I'm trying to sleep.
Sporty: Say, I know how you can get
to sleep.
Scary: Let me guess. This would
involve staying awake for a little while longer and using up all our energy
doing strenuous things, wouldn't it?
Sporty: Well... yes.
Scary: Then fuck off.
(Sporty decides to change
her plan of attack.)
Sporty: Hmm, I wonder how safe you
are there on the floor?
Posh:
What do you mean?
Sporty: Just think how easy it would
be for something to sneak in and drag you away.
Posh:
For God's sake, just shut
up, Mel. There's no way on Earth that I'm getting into that bed with you.
(The
lights go out. An unearthly howling comes from just outside the door. The room's
small sink makes a loud gurgling sound, followed by a loud splat.)
Scary: This is it!
Ginger: We're going to die.
Pennywise (voice coming from drain): Come down here, girls. We all float down here.
(The
lights come back on. We see the five girls all on the bed clutching each other.
Four faces show horrified expressions. The other face seems caught between a
scream of horror and a grin of delight. All five girls are covered with blood
that has erupted from the drain.)
Posh
(gibbering):
Oh hell, oh shit, oh fuck.
Scary: Yeah, this is bad.
Posh:
I know. Do you have any idea
how hard it is to get bloodstains out?
Sporty: What the hell was that?
Ginger: I don't know. I can't remember.
But, whatever it was, It seems to have gone now. I think It's had enough for
tonight.
Posh:
I'm not surprised; it's almost
dawn.
Scary: Ok, let's get back on the
floor. We still have time for a couple of hours sleep.
Sporty: Going so soon?
(Suddenly, the other girls
notice that they're in close physical contact with Sporty, a fact which they
obviously overlooked in their terror. There are a few more screams and thuds.)
(INT:
Rose's Chinese Restaurant, 1999. The girls are eating lunch and discussing the events of last night.)
Scary: Ok, we're in above our heads
here. Why don't we just get out of town?
Posh:
We've got a concert here
next week.
Scary: So? Screw the concert.
Posh:
But concerts make us money.
I'm sure you need the money.
Scary: Oh... you mean my... err...
herb collection. Ok, we stay.
Sporty: If we want to survive until
next week, we're going to need to remember what happened in 1985.
Posh:
I think I remember how we
all met up.
(EXT:
Plush hotel parking lot, 1985. It is the day after the girls were first attacked
by Pennywise. Young Posh exits the lobby of the hotel, perhaps slightly more
cautiously than the day before. As she does so, she notices Young Ginger, who
is waiting for her.)
Young
Posh: Hey, are you following me,
you stupid bitch?
Young
Ginger: Ha! As if. Where are you
going?
Young Posh: Somewhere.
Young
Ginger: Really? That's where I'm
going too.
(The
two girls wander off in the same direction, trying to make it look like they're
not together.)
Young
Ginger: What the hell happened yesterday?
Young
Posh (ignoring
her):
Huh? Did somebody speak?
Young
Ginger: Give it up, I'm serious.
What was that yesterday?
Young
Posh: Just some sick weirdo. He
was probably a poor person.
Young
Ginger: You saw the way his face
changed.
Young
Posh: How do you expect me to know
what it was? What did you think?
Young
Ginger: I don't know. My brain's
too small for me to have any thoughts.
(INT:
Rose's Chinese Restaurant, 1999.)
Ginger: What the hell? I never said
that.
Posh
(smiling
sweetly):
Maybe not, but I'm telling
this story.
Ginger: Bollocks to that.
(Ginger punches Posh in the
teeth and takes up the story where Posh left off.)
(EXT:
Derry street, 1985.)
Young
Ginger: As I was saying, I think
it must have been some kind of monster.
Young
Posh: A monster? Are you insane?
Young
Ginger: No, it could be... hey, wait
a minute.
(She
points to a discarded newspaper that lies on the sidewalk. The headline reads
"Mystery Child-Killer claims fourth victim." Young Ginger picks up
the paper and begins to read, slowly and haltingly.)
Young
Ginger (reading):
Panic is growing among Derry
residents after the discovery of another child's body. Police have confirmed
that the body the latest victim appears to have been mutilated in the same manner
as the three bodies found earlier this year. When asked about possible links
with the Adrian Mellon murder case, Police Chief Rademacher declined to comment.
He dismissed out of hand suggestions that the murders were in any way linked
to those of 1957/58. Police sources have revealed that several leads are being
followed up and that the prevailing belief is that the murders are the work
of more than one perpetrator.
(She
finishes reading.)
Young
Ginger: There's more, but it just
seems to be political crap.
Young
Posh: You think that clown's been
murdering kids?
Young
Ginger: There's something rotten
in this town.
Young
Posh: Yeah, you. You're completely
nuts.
Young
Ginger: I'm serious. This could be
dangerous. That clown could be anywhere. He could even be... right... behind...
us.
(She
glances over her shoulder. On cue, Pennywise steps out of a side street. The
two girls dash wildly through the street. Although they collide with several
adult pedestrians, nobody notices them or their pursuer.)
(INT:
Rose's Chinese restaurant, 1999.)
Scary
(resigned):
Yeah, I remember now. Something
like that happened that happened to me and Sporty. We'd just left the hotel
when It appeared behind us. We couldn't get back to the hotel, so we just ran,
without knowing where we were going.
Posh:
Same here. We ended up in
that little valley that cut through town. What was it called? The wilds?
Scary: The barrens.
Posh:
That's it.
(EXT:
The barrens, 1985.)
(Despite their name, the
barrens are actually lush and dense with vegetation. Posh and Ginger dash wildly
through the undergrowth. Pennywise can be heard behind them. Eventually, the
sound of his pursuit fades and disappears. The two girls come to a halt in a
small clearing.)
Young
Posh: I think we lost him.
Young
Ginger: Problem is, I think we're
lost too.
Young
Posh: You stupid bitch. This is
your fault.
(Before Young Ginger can
reply, they are interrupted by Young Scary and Young Sporty, who dash in.)
Young
Scary: Help! Something's after us.
Young
Ginger: A monster clown?
Young
Sporty: Hey, how did you know?
Young
Ginger: Lucky guess?
(They
are interrupted by the sound of something approaching fast. It is accompanied
by a loud "Duuuuuuuuuu" noise. The girls prepare to take cover. Before
they can do so, Young Baby dashes in and collides with the group. She sprawls
onto the ground.)
Young
Scary: Hey, are you alright?
Young Baby: Duh.
Young
Scary: Can you say something?
Young Baby: Duh.
Young
Posh: Is it human?
Young
Ginger: The clown or the girl?
Young Posh: Both.
Young
Ginger: The girls seems human, although
I don't think she's a particularly good specimen. As for the clown; I don't
know.
Young
Sporty: Do you two know something
about the clown?
Young
Posh: Slut-bitch here thinks it's
been killing children.
Young
Sporty: It certainly tried to kill
us.
Young
Posh: Maybe we should stick together.
There's safety in numbers.
(INT:
Rose's Chinese restaurant, 1999. Posh finishes telling her story.)
Scary: Hang on, that can't be right.
I remember the first time we all met; it was in London when that music company
guy gave us a recording contract in return for having sex with him.
(INT:
Record company executive's car, late 1995. The girls are lounging around in
the car after earning their contract. If you want to read the events that led
to this scene, read my Spiceworld story.)
Posh:
Hey, do I recognise you girls
from somewhere?
Scary: I don't think we've ever
met before.
Ginger: It's funny that you should
mention it, though, because I have an intense desire to punch you, even though
I've never met you.
Scary: Maybe we did meet once.
(For
a moment, it seems possible that the girls will remember everything. However,
they are interrupted by the executive, who's ready for more action.)
Executive: Hey, if you girls want to
go again I'll make sure you get some good studio singers. That way, you don't
have to do any of the work.
Posh:
Great. Let's go.
Sporty: Hey, mister, do you want
to watch me go with one of the other girls?
(The
executive grins lecherously, but, before this scene can get even further out
of hand, the flashback ends and we return to the present.)
(INT:
Rose's Chinese restaurant, 1999. The girls have finished their meal.)
Scary: Ok, let's go.
(Rose, the owner of the restaurant
enters with a plate of fortune cookies.)
Rose:
Perhaps you'd like to read
your fortunes before you go.
(She
hands each girl a fortune cookie. As they break them open, they don't find the
usual cheesy message, but rather a spurt of blood, an unpleasant insect or some
other such surprise.)
Ginger: Help! We're all going to
die.
Rose:
Nah. We just make them like
that to give our customers a surprise.
(EXT:
Derry street, 1999. The girls are discussing what to do.)
Sporty: This is impossible. We'll
never survive a week here.
Posh:
We might have a better chance
if we could remember how we survived before. Does anybody remember anything
else yet?
Ginger: Nothing. Something's blocking
my mind.
Posh:
What mind?
(For
once, Ginger decides to ignore the jibe.)
Ginger: Maybe we should split up.
Where did we go when we weren't together?
Scary: I can't even remember that.
Ginger: Just wander around. Maybe
it'll come back to you. We'll meet up again at the hotel this evening.
(The
girls split up and head off in different directions.)
(INT:
Derry mall, 1999. Since Posh has changed very little since her childhood, it's
simple enough for her to work out where she would have spent her time. She enters
the mall and wanders around.)
Posh:
God, I hate these little
provincial dumps.
Pennywise (unseen): Hey, dumbass, that's my town
you're talking about.
Posh
(scared):
Where are you?
Pennywise: Behind you!
(Posh
spins around. Sure enough, Pennywise is right behind her.)
Pennywise: Gee, Kiddo, it's been a long
time since we were here.
Posh:
So I did see you here before?
Pennywise: Oh yeah, you don't remember,
do you? Gee, isn't that too bad? Maybe this'll help.
(Pennywise snaps his fingers.
Posh's face takes on a shocked expression as her memories come flooding back.)
(INT:
Derry mall, 1985. Young Posh and her father stand in the centre of the main
walkway.)
Young
Posh: What's mother buying?
Posh's Father: Just some supplies for work.
Young
Posh: Then why did she go into
the shop with the chains and leather clothes in the window?
Posh's Father (uncomfortable): Err, those are the supplies she needs for her work. Why don't you go and
look around on your own?
(INT:
Clothing store, 1985. Young Posh wanders among the aisles, looking scornfully
at the low price tags on most of the items. She turns around a corner and bumps
headlong into a very familiar clown.)
Young Posh: Uh-oh.
Pennywise: Don't worry, Sticky Vicky,
I'm not here to kill you today. I've got something much worse in mind.
Young Posh: Huh?
Pennywise: Now would be a good time
for you start running.
(Pennywise flickers for a
moment as he chooses a shape from Young Posh's mind. Suddenly, he takes the
form of a tramp, a poor person, Young Posh's worst nightmare. Young Posh flees
through the store. Pennywise cuts off some aisles and leaves others open, herding
her towards some destination. She glances back over her shoulder and hurtles
into a boy, who is roughly the same age as her. Pennywise vanishes. Young Posh
and the boy pick themselves up.)
Young
Posh: Are you Ok? Who are you?
Young
Beckham: Duh... me... is... David...
Beckham... me... want... shag... you...
Young
Posh: Err, thanks, but I'd rather
be torn apart by rabid dogs.
Young
Beckham: Give... me... kiss...
(Young Posh takes to her
heels and runs. Young Beckham's one track mind is locked on to her. He takes
off in pursuit.)
(INT:
Derry town house room, 1999. The girls enter separately, all seemingly furious.)
Scary: Damn. While I was out this
afternoon, I remembered how that bastard Pennywise disguised Itself as a dealer
and sold me some chalk that It swore was crack.
Sporty: I remembered how I was making
out with a boy in that little park near the standpipe when a load of zombies
came pouring out of the standpipe.
Baby:
Duh! Duh! Tee Hee! Duh!
Ginger: I just remembered how It
stole my bloody batteries.
Posh:
I remembered something far
worse. I remembered how I first met David.
Scary: What!?
Posh:
Uck. It was hate at first
site. How the hell did I end up marrying him?
Scary: We're dealing with a sick
mind here.
Posh:
Huh? Do you think Sporty
is behind it then?
Sporty: Hey!
(INT:
Hotel bedroom, later that night. It is now later that night. After the previous
night, the girls are taking no chances and have dragged five beds into one room.
Sporty is absent, being in the bathroom. Posh is talking on the phone. She hangs
up and turns to the other girls.)
Posh:
Oh no! David is on his way
here. He's been thrown out of yet another tournament for attempting to murder
another player. He needs somewhere to lie low until the fans stop baying for
his blood.
Scary: I'd have thought you'd be
pleased about that.
Posh:
I've remembered how much
I hate him. I can't even bring myself to look at him now.
Ginger (grinning): Goody. It should be fun when
he gets here.
Posh:
He's had some trouble getting
tickets, so he won't be here for a couple of days. We need to wrap this business
up before then.
Ginger: Why? Couldn't we just feed
him to It when he gets here and hope that It's prepared to spare us in return?
Posh:
I don't think so. There was
something else about him... but I don't remember what yet.
(Sporty enters. She looks...
well... different. Hey, if you've seen those recent photos, you know what I
mean.)
Scary: Aiiieeee!
Posh:
Oh my God.
Ginger: Mel, what's It done to you?
Sporty: Huh? Don't you like it?
Posh:
What!? You mean you chose
to look like that? But it's... it's... it's... (For once, Posh is lost for
words.)
Scary: I think it's supposed to
be blonde.
Posh:
I think I'm gonna hurl. (Posh
dashes into the bathroom and does so noisily.)
(INT:
Hotel bedroom, the next morning. The girls are discussing their next move.)
Posh:
So, we made it through the
night. What do we do now?
Scary: If only we could remember
how we survived before...
Ginger: I don't know if this helps,
but I think I've remembered what happened next.
(EXT:
Derry Street, 1985. The five girls are walking along a road that runs parallel
to the barrens.)
Young
Ginger: This is awful. Whenever I
go anywhere, I feel like I'm being watched.
Young
Scary: It feels like some evil force
is staring at us.
Young
Posh: Like some vile entity is
always behind us.
(The
girls turn around. Posh reacts with horror; what she sees is not Pennywise,
but rather Young Beckham. Young Beckham seems to have found a friend; young
Jimmy Gulzar.)
Young
Posh: Oh God, it's that creep from
the mall.
Young Scary: Run!
Young
Sporty: Why? Don't you like boys?
Young
Posh: Boys, uck!
Young Sporty: Weird.
(The
girls take off into the barrens, their would-be lovers hot on their heels.)
Young
Posh: This is useless. We'll never
outrun them. We need somewhere to hide.
(Young Baby trips over an
uneven patch of ground and falls. The others rush to her side. They notice that
the ground that tripped her looks unusual.)
Young
Sporty: Hey, I think this opens up.
(Sure
enough, the area of ground is lifted, revealing a dark hole below. The girls
climb down, closing the door after them.)
(INT:
Underground club house, 1985. This is the same club house that the losers' club
was forced to abandon in 1958.)
Young
Ginger: They'll never find us down
here.
Young
Scary: Yeah, but what is this place?
Young
Posh (straining
to see in the dim light):
Looks like some kind of club house. Hey, look at these
magazines.
Young
Scary: Why? Is Ginger's mother on
the cover again?
Young Ginger: Hey!
Young
Posh: No, they're comics. Wow,
these are old. Look at the dates on them, 1958.
Young
Scary: What's that smell?
Young Sporty: Smoke?
(Suddenly, Young Ginger goes
blank. Well, blanker than usual.)
Young
Posh: Hey, what's happened to slut
bitch?
Young
Scary: Hey, has she been at my stash?
Young
Posh: Who cares? Let's kill her
while she's defenceless.
Young
Ginger (coming
back to reality):
Wow. I've just had some weird knowledge implanted in my mind by a strange,
mysterious force. Apparently, we might be able to find out more about It through
this old Indian smoke ceremony.
Young
Scary: How do you know that the
knowledge was implanted by a strange force?
Young
Ginger: The only other place I could
have found out about that ceremony was from a book.
All:
Books, uck!
(INT:
Club house, 1985. The girls sit around a pile of green wood that has been set
up in the centre of the floor. Young Scary lights a match and throws it onto
the wood. Smoke billows up and begins to fill the club house.)
Young
Posh: So, what's supposed to happen?
Young
Ginger: Just get out when you can't
stand the smoke any more. Apparently, the last two people here will have a vision.
(The
girls sit in silence for a few minutes. Then Young Posh gets to her feet and
starts to scramble out.)
Young
Posh: Argh! I can't take it any
more.
Young
Sporty: The smoke?
Young
Posh: No! The thought of what this
smoke is doing to my clothes.
(Young Posh exits. The other
girls sit still for a few more minutes. Then Young Baby is on her feet and scrambling
out. Young Ginger follows.)
Young
Sporty: This isn't working. We're
just going to choke to death in here.
Young Scary: Hmm...
(Young Scary searches her
pockets and tosses a small item onto the fire. The texture of the smoke changes
subtly.)
Young
Sporty: Hang on. Something's definitely
happening. I feel really weird; I think the vision must be coming on.
(As
she speaks, the walls of the club house expand around her. The area grows larger
and larger until the walls cannot be seen any more. The smoke billows in close
around the girls. Suddenly it clears; Young Scary and Young Sporty find themselves
sitting on the roof of the Derry amphitheatre. Although they have no way of
knowing this, they are watching the concert that they will be scheduled to perform
fourteen years later. They watch without recognising as their future selves
walk on stage and start singing.)
Young
Sporty: Ugh, what the hell is that
noise? Music?
Young
Scary: It sounds like the kind of
catchy but nauseating rubbish that people sell to get famous.
Young
Sporty: It's hideous.
(Suddenly, the smoke closes
in again. When it clears, the two girls are stood on the ground in the same
area. However, there are no buildings, roads or cars, just trees.)
Young
Scary: What the hell?
Young
Sporty: This is Derry. A long time
ago.
Young
Scary: What can I hear now?
(A
loud whining sound fills the air. The girls turn their gazes upwards and watch
a flaming object as it falls to the ground.)
Young
Scary: What is it? A meteor?
Young
Sporty: No, It's alive. Can't you
feel it?
Young
Scary: It's angry, isn't it?
Young
Sporty: It's come here to stop something.
Young Scary: What?
Young
Sporty (hysterical):
Don't you understand? It's
come here to stop that music.
(The
smoke closes in again. This time it does not go away. The two girls start to
cough and splutter.)
(INT:
Hotel room, 1999.)
Sporty: Then you got worried and
dragged us out?
Ginger: Worried? Hardly. We just
got bored.
Posh:
If this is true, then things
are worse than we thought. It exists for the sole purpose of killing us. The
other victims were just necessary to keep Its hunger at bay.
Scary: It's not going to let us
go easily.
(EXT:
Derry hotel room, 1999. Later the same day. Sporty goes over to the room's fridge
to get herself a drink. As she opens the fridge door, balloons float out. Each
balloon bears a message on the side.)
(Wannabe... torn limb from
limb?)
(Say
You'll Be There... because I'll be waiting for you with a chainsaw.)
(Two
Become One... well, five become none.)
(Mama... surely you've not
got banged up again?)
(Who
Do You Think You Are... I think you're as good as dead.)
(Spice Up Your Life... while
it lasts.)
(Too
Much... pain in store for you.)
(Stop... or I'll kill you.)
(Viva
Forever... well, for the next for few hours at least.)
(Goodbye... damn right.)
Ginger: This is hopeless. Unless
we remember more, we're going to die.
Posh
(excited):
Wait! I remember more. That
old house. Remember? We fought It there.
(EXT:
Neibolt Street, 1985. Neibolt street is possibly the most desolate area of Derry;
all the houses are long abandoned, their windows broken and boarded up. The
girls walk along the street.)
Young
Posh: Are you sure that going on
the attack is a good idea?
Young
Scary: If we don't kill It, we'll
have to keep running from It? Sooner or later, we won't be able to get away.
Young
Ginger: We won't be staying here
forever. Maybe we could just avoid It until we go home.
Young
Sporty: How do you even know we'll
find It here?
Young
Scary: Look at this place; can't
you feel that It's been here?
Young
Posh: All I can feel is that I
want to get out of here.
Young
Scary (hesitating):
Yeah, maybe this wasn't such
a good idea after all. Let's head back.
(The
girls turn around, but find the street behind them blocked by Young Beckham.
When they turn around again, they find that the street is blocked in the other
direction by Young Jimmy.)
Young
Scary: Quick, let's cut through
one of these houses.
(The
girls dart through the gate of one of the houses, number twenty nine. They find
the front door locked, but enter the basement through a broken vent.)
(INT:
Number 29 Neibolt Street cellar, 1985. The girls climb down a large coal heap
and wait for their eyes to adjust to the dark.)
Young
Scary: Oh damn, why did we have
to choose this house?
Young
Posh: Even I can feel It now. It's
very close.
(The
girls grope their way out of the cellar, avoiding rats and spiders as they go.
They emerge into the kitchen. The back door lies just across the room, while
a door behind them leads to the hall and the stairs to the upper floor.)
Young
Ginger: There's the back door. Let's
get out of here.
(The
girls walk towards the back door. However, they somehow find themselves standing
at the door to the hall.)
Young
Ginger: What the hell?
Young
Posh: Great navigation, bitch.
Let me try.
(Young Posh starts to lead
the group to the back door. Again, they find themselves standing before the
door to the hall.)
Young
Posh: I guess we're supposed to
go this way.
(The
girls head down the hall towards the stairs. As they go, the walls and ceiling
distort and waver around them.)
Young
Scary: Strange, I don't remember
taking anything this morning.
(Trying their best to ignore
the eye-wrenching display that the house is putting on, the girls climb the
stairs. At the top, they find all the doors locked, apart from the one leading
to the bathroom. They enter.)
(INT:
Number 29 Neibolt Street bathroom, 1985. The room is exactly as it was in 1958,
with shards of the broken toilet scattered around the room. A few faded bloodstains
bear witness to the Losers' Club's earlier fight there.)
Young
Posh: Hey, Geri, have you been
using that toilet?
Young
Scary: Quiet! I think something's
coming.
(A
roaring sound is heard coming from the drains. Suddenly, It bursts out. For
a moment, it assumes no shape. Then, it morphs between a number of different
shapes: a werewolf, a mummy, a leper, a giant bird, a huge eye, a blue-skinned
zombie, a massive cockroach, an acid-blooded alien, an insane clown. The creature
tests out shapes taken from nightmares, from myths, from films. Finally, it
settles upon a more unconventional shape; that of Young Ginger.)
Pennywise/Young Ginger: Hmm, how does it feel to
know you're about to kill yourself, Geri?
Young
Posh: Die, you bastard.
Pennywise/Young Ginger (realising It may have
made a mistake): What the...?
(Before It can say more,
Young Posh attacks it with a savage flurry of blows. It recoils, wounded not
so much by the strength of the attack as by the fury of the attacker. It retreats
back into the drain.)
Young
Ginger: How the hell did you do that?
Young
Posh: You've no idea how much I've
been wanting to plant my knuckles in that face, bitch.
Young
Sporty: Hey, have we won? Did we
kill It?
Young
Scary: I don't think so. It got
away.
(INT:
Hotel bedroom, 1999. Posh finishes her story.)
Ginger: You know, I'm really going
to have to kick the shit out of you once this is over.
Posh
(sarcastic):
Oooh, I'm so scared.
Scary: Knock it off. So, what happened
next? Did we hurt It enough there that it couldn't come after us again before
we came home?
Posh:
I don't think so. After we
fought it, things were... well... different. I can't quite remember how.
Scary: We can think about that in
the morning. I need some sleep now.
(Sporty looks hopeful.)
Scary: Believe me, you didn't have
a chance even before you dyed your hair.
(INT:
Hotel bedroom, 1999. Later the same night. The girls are sleeping. There is
a loud knock at the door. The girls get up and cautiously edge towards the door.
They stand around it holding knives and other weapons. Posh edges forward, swings
the door open and then darts back. Beckham stands at the door.)
Ginger: What the hell? I thought
he wasn't due for a few days.
Posh:
Uh-oh. David... look... there's
something I have to tell you...
(Beckham makes no reply.
Instead, he steps slowly into the room. His eyes display not their usual amiable
brain-dead look, but rather a kind of ferocious insanity. He draws a knife from
his trousers.)
Posh:
Watch out! Something's happened
to him.
Scary: What? Is he possessed by
It?
Posh:
Maybe. (Suddenly, realisation
dawns.) No! He's not possessed. He's been helping It all along. Don't you
understand?
(Beckham lunges at the girls
with his knife. The blade misses Posh by inches and a general melee ensues.
The girls swing at Beckham with their weapons. Ginger and Posh take surreptitious
swipes at each other. Finally, the wounded David turns and flees.)
Sporty: What the hell happened to
him? He's always been thick, but never dangerous.
Posh:
Don't you remember? This
happened before. After we beat It in that old house, everybody turned against
us. It turned them loose on us.
(INT:
Derry Town House lobby, 1985. It is late evening. Young Scary and Young Sporty
are hanging around. A tall, bald man, who speaks with a stutter, is checking
in.)
Young
Sporty: This is nearly over now.
I think it's going to end tomorrow.
Young
Scary: How do you know that?
Young
Sporty (pointing
at the tall man):
I can tell. He knows about It. He's come here to fight
It.
(The
tall man finishes his business at the desk and exits the lobby. Suddenly the
receptionist becomes hysterical and begins yelling at the two girls.)
Receptionist (yelling): Get out of here! Clear off!
I know what you're up to! You'll never do it!
Young
Sporty: Quick. Let's get to our rooms.
(They
head for the elevators, but the receptionist bars their way.)
Receptionist: I told you to get out of
here. Now do it, or else I'll kill you.
(They
run out of the lobby.)
(EXT:
Clearing in the barrens, 1985. Midnight. Young Scary and Young Sporty dash into
the clearing. The other girls are already present.)
Young
Posh: You too?
Young
Sporty: Yeah. What's happening? Everybody
wants to kill us.
Young
Posh: It's turned them against
us. We need to kill It.
Young
Sporty: But where is It?
Young
Posh: I don't know. Let's spend
the night here. We can find It in the morning. I don't feel like taking It on
in the dark.
(EXT:
Clearing in the barrens, 1985. Early morning. The dawn can just be seen on the
horizon. The girls are disturbed by a loud, distant shout.)
Young Beckham: VICTORIA!!!
Young Jimmy: MELANIE!!!
Young
Posh: We need to get out of here.
Young
Sporty: Why? They probably just want
to make out with us.
Young
Posh: Maybe that was true before.
Now, they probably just want to kill us.
(The
girls dash off through the barrens. Suddenly the come into another clearing
and are met by a strange sight. A group of five adults are climbing down into
a sewer pipe. Among them is the bald man who was in the Town House earlier.)
Young
Sporty: Hey! That bald guy is here
to fight It. They must know where It lives. It must be in the sewers.
(The
girls wait for the adults to climb down, then follow at a discreet distance.)
(INT:
Hotel bedroom, 1999.)
Scary
(excited):
That's it! The sewers. Come
on, we need to go there now, before anybody else comes for us.
Posh:
Wait a minute. There's something
else I need to know first.
Scary: What?
Posh:
What's the fashionable thing
to be seen wearing in a sewer?
Sporty: Who cares?
Posh:
When we meet It, I don't
want to create the wrong impression.
Ginger: What do you mean, you silly
cow? We're going to rip its head off, not take it to dinner.
Posh
(haughty):
It costs
nothing to dress well.
Ginger: Yes it does; I've seen the
prices on those designer labels you wear.
Posh:
So what? We're rich.
Ginger: Oh yeah.
(INT:
Sewer, 1999. The girls enter the sewer through a ladder leading down from the
ceiling. They enter a cramped pipe. The pipe branches just ahead.)
Scary: Where do we go now?
Ginger: Does anybody remember which
route we took last time?
(INT:
Sewer, 1985. The girls follow the losers' club, staying far enough back that
they are not detected. They crawl through sewage pipes and sluice gates. They
watch, puzzled, as the bald man struggles with a zombie-child. The losers' club
hurries ahead and passes through a strange door. The girls head towards the
door, but, before they can reach it, they are intercepted by one of It's manifestations.
For a moment, the manifestation is shapeless, then it decides on the form of
Young Beckham.)
Young
Scary, Young Posh, Young Ginger and Young Baby: Aaaiiieee!!!
(They
flee into the shadows.)
Young
Sporty: I don't see what you're so
afraid of. It's only a boy.
(Suddenly, Young Beckham's
skin is covered by sores. His face splits open and his skin oozes foul liquids.
He drops his trousers and grins at Sporty with what remains of his mouth.)
(Young Sporty vomits copiously,
then the phantom crumbles into dust.)
Young
Sporty: Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh
God.
Young
Scary: Are you all right?
Young
Sporty: I don't ever want to touch
another male again.
Young
Scary: Wow, that must really have
shocked you.
Young
Sporty: Just hold me.
Young
Scary: Hmm, why don't I trust you
any more?
(The
girls proceed to the door and enter it.)
(INT:
Sewer, 1999.)
Posh:
Hah! So that's why Sporty
is a dyke?
Sporty: I'm not. Honest.
Posh:
Bullshit. You said that you
never wanted to touch another man again. It's true.
Sporty (moaning): But I didn't mean it.
Posh:
Whatever.
(The
girls make their way through the sewers, following the same route that they
did in 1985. This time, they reach the door without incident.)
Scary: This is it. When we go through
that door, we either kill It or die.
Ginger (having second thoughts): Actually, I think I'll be off now. I've been meaning to start a solo career.
Posh
(threatening):
Just try it.
Ginger: But it'd be really good.
I'm sure that all my singles and albums would go straight in at number one.
Posh:
Fat chance.
Ginger: Oh, ok then. I don't suppose
anybody remembers what happened through there?
(INT: It's lair, 1985. The lair resembes a huge
spider's web. It, which resembles a giant spider, sits in the centre of the
web. The girls enter the lair and hide behind a clump of web. They watch as
the events from the end of the novel unfold. Bill, the bald man, challenges
It. It is on the point of defeating him when Richie joins in the fight. He in
turn is saved by Eddie, who is killed in the process. Badly wounded, It turns
and flees deeper into Its lair. Bill and Richie pursue it.)
Young
Sporty: They're going to kill it.
(Suddenly, events take a
different turn to those described in the book. It emits a high pitched squeal.
The losers' club fall to the floor, clutching at their heads. They quickly lose
consciousness. The Spice Girls are somehow unaffected.)
Young
Posh: Hey, why didn't that knock
us out?
Young
Scary: Maybe we're immune to really
unpleasant noises.
Young
Posh: Maybe. But that doesn't matter.
Let's kill It while It's weakened.
(INT: It's lair, 1999. The girls enter and It charges
down Its web towards them.)
It:
We meet again. You may have
beaten me last time, but this time, you're all going to die.
Posh:
Did you hear that? It said
we beat It. If only we could remember how.
(INT: It's lair, 1985. The girls close on It. Suddenly,
It spins around to face them.)
It: So, we meet at last. I had
hoped to be stronger when I faced you, but these (It gestures at the loosers)
were stronger than I had expected. I think I'll let them live; after all,
they were amusing. Of course, I'll have to alter their memories so that they
remember killing me. (It gestures with a leg; the loosers glow for a second
and then lie still again.) It makes little difference, because as soon as
I've killed you, I can leave this world. Even though I am weakened, you will
be unable to withstand my attack.
(The girls start dodging
as It flails at them with Its wounded limbs. Suddenly Ginger goes blank.)
Young Posh: What a surprise 96 slut-bitch
blanks out again. Hey, Mr. Spider, kill her.
(Before It can respond, Ginger
comes back to reality.)
Young Ginger: Hey, apparently It can't
kill us, because we've got girl power, whatever that is.
It: Girl Power? What the hell
kind of dumb-ass marketing trick is that?
Young Scary: It's catchy, isn't it?
The Girls: GIRL POWER! GIRL POWER! GIRL
POWER! GIRL POWER!
It: Ack, I can't take it. Shut
up! Shut up! I can't think with this racket. Oh, I give in, you win this one.
But I'll warn you, we will meet again.
(It scuttles into a hole
in the corner of Its lair.)
It: Oh, I almost forgot, I'd
better take your memories, for safekeeping.
(The girls glow as their
memories of the events of the last few months start to fade.)
Young Posh: We need to get out of here
before we forget where we are.
(The girls, along with the
losers' club, who are coming around, exit Its lair. Outside, the sewers are
flooded. During the girls' time in the sewers, a flash flood has demolished
much of the town, sinking sections into the sewers. The girls clamber up a collapsed
section of road and emerge into downtown. They look at each other, as if to
speak, then realise that they don't even know each others names. They shrug
and walk off in different directions.)
(INT: It's lair, 1999.)
Posh : Was that it ? We just
forgot what had happened and went our separate ways?
Scary: Looks like it.
Posh: That's amazing.
It (feeling rather left out): Excuse me!
Posh: Oh, shut up. This is interesting.
It: I've been waiting a long
time for this. Why don't we just get it over with.
Posh: All right. Ready, girls?
The Girls: Girl Power! Girl Power! Girl
Power! Girl Power!
(It recoils. Wounds appear
on Its body.)
It: No! Not again!
The Girls: GIRL POWER! GIRL POWER! GIRL
POWER! GIRL POWER!
It: No! It can't end like this;
not after so many years.
Elderly voice: I bet you thought you'd seen
the last of us.
(The surviving members of
the losers' club step out of the shadows at the back of the room. They're now
a bit... well... elderly.)
Elderly Bill: We had to come back and watch.
Elderly Mike (rather hard of hearing): What?
It: Help me!
Elderly Mike: Speak up!
Elderly Bill: Why the hell should we help
you, after all you put us through?
It: Don't you understand? I'm
only here to kill them. The other murders were just practice and feeding. In
a few hours time, these sluts are due to play a concert here. Now, I only ever
killed a few kids; these bitches have brainwashed them. They'll con them into
buying cheesy merchandising and cheesier records.
Elderly Bill (uncertain): You killed my brother.
It: If he'd lived, they'd have sold him records. What's worse; death or a
Spice Girls record?
Elderly Bill: You're right. Let's kill them.
(The losers' club descends upon the Spice Girls. The girls find themselves
dodging blows from walking sticks and zimmer-frames. Their chanting stops. As
soon as it does so, It charges forwards. It goes to each of the girls in turn
and bites their heads off.)
It: At last, my task is complete. I may depart.
Elderly Bill: Hey, you're not that bad after all.
It: And you're not bad, for a human.
Elderly Bill: Say, why don't we go have a few beers before you leave?
It: Sounds great.
THE END
I'm particularly interested in knowing what you think of the longer format.
It this something you'd like to see in the future? Now, I realise that there
are probably quite a few inconsistencies between my story and the book, but
please try to understand that this was a really mammoth task and I didn't have
time to double check every reference.
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