A Special Occasion

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In Chapter 18 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, Rommy's parents barricade themselves inside their Greenwich Village brownstone to protect themselves from the zombie invasion. Meanwhile, Jool confides to her caretaker Nin that she knows that Rommy is coming back to save her ... and then makes a horrifying discovery ...


INT. JOOL’S BEDROOM - DAY
Jool turns off the TV.
Eyes wide as saucers.

JOOL
He IS coming back --
with the INVASION.

She slowly gets out of bed. Stands.
Weaves a little. Unhooks the IV.

Goes to the door. Locks it.
Looks at the window.

JOOL
Gotta build my strength.
Get the hell out of here and find him.
He’s coming back.
I KNOW it. I just know it.

INT. ORSON’S BROWNSTONE - DAY
Orson and Clio watch the news
on TV with NODDY HOLDER (50’s),
his campaign manager.

Tall and thin with a belly.
Orson clicks the remote.
Shuts it off in disgust.

CLIO
I’m scared, Orson.

ORSON
Don’t worry.
We’ve got bars on the windows,
and the front door is solid oak.

NODDY
I have to go check on my wife --

ORSON
You heard the president.
It’s too dangerous to go outside.

NODDY
Fuck that. My apartment’s
only five blocks away,
and I’m not going to stay HERE
when my wife is in danger --

He goes to the front door.
Puts his hand on the knob.

ORSON
Noddy, no. Don’t.
You’re acting crazy.

NODDY
Then I’m crazy.

Noddy opens the door.
A HORDE OF ZOMBIES rush by
on the street outside.
He SLAMS it shut.

NODDY
Holy SHIT --

Suddenly there’s a loud
POUNDING on the door.

CLIO
Oh my GOD, it’s THEM --

ORSON
You stupid FUCK -- they SAW you.
Now we have to act fast.
Help me move some furniture
in front of the door.

NODDY
Okay, okay --

Orson and Noddy grab the couch.
Start moving it.

CLIO
What can I do?

ORSON
(over his shoulder)
You know that bottle of
thirty-year old scotch
we’ve been saving for
'a special occasion?'

EXT. CARLING’S MANSION - DAY
The joint’s in lockdown.
A massive barricade of SOLDIERS
in riot gear patrol the perimeter.
A TANK is parked in front.

INT. JOOL’S BEDROOM - DAY
Jool stands with her legs apart.
Holds a pair of small barbells.

Starts to do arm curls.
Then gets dizzy. Stops.

JOOL
C’mon. Don’t be a wimp.
You can DO it.

A KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK at the door.
The doorknob JIGGLES.

JOOL
Hold on a sec --

CARLING (O.C.)
The door is LOCKED.
Why did you lock the door?

JOOL
Just a MINUTE --

She quickly hides the barbells.
Grabs the IV cart.

Attaches the tube to her arm.
Shuffles over to the door. Opens it.

Carling and Nin stand there.
Carling, livid. Nin, concerned.

CARLING
I DEMAND to know why
you locked the door.

JOOL
I wanted to get some rest --
and not be disturbed.
(beat)
And I’m scared.

CARLING
Don’t worry, my child.
We have the best security there is.
No infected mutants will
get inside MY house.

JOOL
I could give a shit about the zombies.
I’m worried about HIM.

CARLING
But you’re sick, Jool.
It’s best you forget about him.

JOOL
I’ll NEVER forget about him --
and he’s never going to forget about ME.
He’s coming back to RESCUE me.

CARLING
Hush, now. Enough silly fantasies.
Now go to bed and get some sleep,
and I’ll see you in the morning.

He leaves.
Nin comes over to the bed.

NIN
You really think he’s coming back?

JOOL
Of course he is.
I can feel it in my gut.
Always trust your gut.
It’ll never steer you wrong.

NIN
That’s my Jool.
The incurable optimist.

She smiles. Leaves the room.
Jool scratches an itch
on her nose with her finger.

Her sleeve drops.
Sees a RED LESION.

PUSH IN ON her face. Horrified.

JOOL
Oh, NO --