Rip Her To Shreds

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In Chapter 33 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, we reach the exciting conclusion of our story, where ... if you think I'm gonna tell you what happens, you've got another thing coming ...

EXT. COLLEGE SCIENCE BUILDING - ROOF - NIGHT
The plywood starts to BUCKLE.
A hand PUNCHES through.

Jool SCREAMS.
Another hand PUNCHES through.
And ANOTHER.

ROMMY
Oh, NO you don’t --

He GRABS the chainsaw.
RIPS the cord. It ROARS to life.

ROMMY
Stand BACK.

Jool RACES out of the way.
The board FLIES off the doorway --

And a pack of zombies CHARGES at Rommy.
He SWINGS the chainsaw back and forth,
RIPPING THEM TO SHREDS --

DRENCHING him in blood, brains,
skull, guts and goo.

ROMMY
Got you NOW, mother-FUCKERS.

JOOL
Watches. Horrified. Amazed.

Suddenly the ROAR
of a helicopter up above.
They both look.

Jool starts jumping up and down.
Waving her arms. YELLS.

JOOL
Over HERE, over HERE.

Rommy smiles.
Starts to put the chainsaw down,
just as ANOTHER WAVE of zombies
comes PILING THROUGH THE DOOR.

He RIPS the cord.
Brandishes it over his head.

ROMMY
Oh, YEAH? You want some more of THIS?
And he RIPS INTO THEM,
SPRAYING a FOUNTAIN OF BLOOD AND GUTS.

IN THE AIR ABOVE
Is a News Four chopper.

It starts slowly descending.
A rope ladder comes down.

Jool races over to it. GRABS it.
Starts to climb up, but it SNAPS --
and she HITS the roof. THWUNK.

ROMMY
Finishes ripping them apart.

Races over to Jool, chainsaw in hand,
nail gun tucked in his belt.

THE CHOPPER
Hovers above them.
The PILOT comes over the loudspeaker.

PILOT (V.O.)
(electronic)
Grab onto the undercarriage.
I’m afraid if I land,
more will come and get on.

Rommy nods. Drops the chainsaw.
Puts his hands together
in front of his knees.
Jool looks at him. Scared.

ROMMY
Climb up. HURRY --
(off her look)
C’mon, GO --

She nods.
Puts one foot onto his hands,
reaches up, and he BOOSTS
her up to the undercarriage.

She starts climbing up
to the cockpit, just as --

ANOTHER LATE-STAGE INFECTED PROFESSOR
Comes out onto the roof.
Starts coming toward Rommy.

He GRABS the chainsaw. Snarls --

ROMMY
I’m getting REALLY
fucking sick of you guys.

He YANKS the cord. Nothing.
YANKS it again. Nothing.

Yanks it AGAIN. It ROARS to life.
Then SPUTTERS OUT. He DROPS it.

Infected Professor starts getting closer.
Rommy pulls out the nail gun.

CHARGES at him.
JAMS it against his forehead.

Tries to NAIL him.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. Nothing.

ROMMY
God-DAMMIT.

He GRABS Professor’s head.
TWISTS his neck. CRACK.

Professor weaves a little,
then falls over. THWUMP.

Rommy JAMS the gun in his belt.
RACES over to the chopper.

Tries to JUMP UP and GRAB
the undercarriage -- but it’s too high.

He JUMPS again. GRABS IT.
His hand SLIPS, and he FALLS. THWUMP.
He gets back up. JUMPS again. Misses --

JOOL
Comes out the door of the cockpit.
Starts climbing back down.

THE PILOT
Watches her.
Shakes his head in amazement.

PILOT
Now THAT’S true love.

ON THE CHOPPER
Jool hugs the bars of the landing gear.
Reaches down. Rommy JUMPS UP.

GRABS her hand.
Starts climbing up, just as --

ANOTHER WAVE OF ZOMBIES
Flies out onto the roof.
CHATTERING. SCREAMING.

They RACE over toward Rommy
just as he works his legs up over the bar.

Rommy YANKS out the nail gun
and starts SMASHING them
on the head with it --
as the helicopter starts slowly rising.

IN THE HELICOPTER
The pilot, a grizzled, old news pro
looks at Rommy and Jool climbing in.
Tips his baseball cap.

GRIZZLED PILOT
Bet you kids were shore glad to see ME.

They nod, staring down below
at the zombies filling the roof.

Relieved. Hugging each other tightly.

ROMMY
You could say that.

JOOL
Thanks, mister.

GRIZZLED PILOT
Funny thing.
First I was trying to cover the story,
then I had to start saving people
like you trapped on top of the buildings.
Life sure is funny sometimes, huh?

Rommy gazes at Jool.
A glimmer of a smile.

She wipes his face with her sleeve.
Nuzzles him with her nose.

ROMMY
(softly)
Hilarious.

Jool sighs.
Runs her fingers through Rommy’s hair.

GRIZZLED PILOT
So where do you want me
to drop you two lovebirds off?

ROMMY
(looks at Jool)
Where do you want to go?

She smiles faintly.
Shakes her head. Exhausted.

JOOL
You decide.

He thinks a moment.
Then brightens.

ROMMY
I hear Staten Island
is really nice this time of year --

She nods. Leans in.
And they kiss.

FADE TO BLACK