Scene 3 opens with Mr. Sylus talking to Sheriff Nicolas and Officer Rick
Mr. Sylus: Please, Nicolas! You can’t shut down my camp! It’s my only hope right now for me making enough money for my wife and I. My wife cannot have a jobless husband!
Sheriff Nicolas: Mr. Sylus, I understand your situation and what you’re going through, believe me, but I can’t have a camp stay open after you and your students discovered a dead body!
Officer Rick: A dead body of one of your students, not to mention.
Mr. Sylus: Please! Just give me one more chance! I’ll make sure I get some security cameras set up around the campgrounds and that all students are within my eyesight at all times!
Officer Rick: Sheriff already gave you the word, old man.
Sheriff Nicolas: Wait for just a second, Richard. Mr. Sylus, I will let you keep these campgrounds open under one condition.
Mr. Sylus: Name it!
Sheriff Nicolas: Not only are you gonna make sure those cameras are set up, but we’re going to put this place under heavy surveillance as soon as possible.
Mr. Sylus: You have my word!
Sheriff Nicolas: And if I hear again that any of these students even get injured in any way, these campgrounds will be closed down and you will lose your license. Do we have a deal?
Mr. Sylus: Yes, sir! *shakes Sheriff Nicolas’ hand*
Officer Rick: Don’t let this happen again. *walks away with Sheriff Nicolas*
Mr. Sylus: *sighs heavily* Oh my word… What am I gonna do?
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Carrie: How the hell do you think he even got killed?
Fernando: Beats me… I personally don’t wanna know.
Carrie: All I know is that whatever happened to him, it was horrific.
Fernando: I don’t doubt that. Mr. Sylus is worried sick right now because of it.
Carrie: Did the police department get involved?
Fernando: Yeah.
Carrie: Holy shit.
Fernando: Everyone is getting freaked over the whole thing. I don’t blame them!
Carrie: I’m not scared.
Fernando: I’m not scared either. I’m just kinda freaked out since there’s a killer here at the camp!
Carrie: I’m pretty sure we won’t get killed. Even if the killer does kill me, I won’t really care. Not much for me to live for anyways.
Fernando: Come on now. Don’t talk like that. Everyone’s got something to live for.
Carrie: What about you?
Fernando: I live for my God. I try my best to live like Jesus and when I mess up or make a mistake, I ask for forgiveness and He gives it to me.
Carrie: Are you serious?
Fernando: Yeah. Speaking of which, I have a song that I think you might like. *pulls out his phone and earbuds, then plugs in the earbuds*
Carrie: What’s the song called?
Fernando: ‘Ain’t No Grave.’ The version I have is performed by Bethel Music. They’re an awesome band! *plays the song as he puts the earbuds in Carrie’s ears*
Carrie: *listens silently to the music before nodding her head to the beat and smiling* This sounds incredible.
Fernando: *gets a look of excitement and relief* Oh, you really think so?
Carrie: Yeah! *continues to smile and begins dancing to the music*
Vince: *runs up to Fernando and Carrie, looking frightened*
Fernando: Hey, Vince. What’s going on?
Vince: M-Mr. Sylus wants e-everyone in the sanctuary n-now.
Carrie: *pulls the earbuds out* Wait… why?
Vince: It’s s-something important.
Fernando: Let’s go.
All three: *rush to the sanctuary*
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Mr. Sylus: Good afternoon, students. I’m afraid I have some troubling news. Ms. Nancy and I recently discovered a note that was left on the podium backstage. The note read: “For every night the show carries on, a student’s life will be gone.”
Students: *gasp fearfully and murmur*
Mr. Sylus: Do not worry, though! Everything will be okay! Ms. Nancy and I are doing everything in our willpower to make sure no one else gets injured. We will be setting up an advanced security system either later tonight or tomorrow morning. Alongside that, we will be having an officer or security guard joining every day for the rest of the week to prevent any more accidents. You’re dismissed.
Students: *stand up and chat*
Fernando: Carrie.
Carrie: Yeah?
Fernando: I think I just had the craziest and most ridiculous idea.
Carrie: Don’t tell me…
Fernando: We should stay up late and catch the killer ourselves.
Carrie: Are you fucking insane?!
Fernando: Maybe. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take. Tristan may have been a jerk, but that doesn’t mean he deserved to be killed.
Carrie: *sighs before pondering briefly*
Fernando: I was thinking, maybe you, Vince, and I all stay up overnight and keep watch, one of us can sleep while the other two watch and then we can switch out every few hours.
Carrie: What about food or drinks?
Fernando: You do realize that we were allowed to bring our own snacks and stuff, right?
Carrie: *hesitantly* Yes, I did.
Fernando: That and there’s also a kitchen.
Carrie: You’re right. But I’m still not sure this is a good idea.
Fernando: Well, we can’t exactly let anyone else get killed, Carrie! This is our only chance to do what’s right!
Carrie: Even if that means getting ourselves killed?!
Fernando: Yes! I’d rather it be my life than anyone else’s.
Carrie: *looks slowly towards the ground, dumbfounded*
Fernando: *sighs* I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean to get upset or anything. It’s just rough when you know that there’s a killer out there somewhere wanting to shut down this camp.
Carrie: Yeah…
Fernando: Oh, well, I guess. Gotta have faith that we’ll find the killer and stop him.
Carrie: You’re right. Like you said earlier, we can’t let anything ruin this week for us.
Fernando: *grows a small grin* Exactly.
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Vince: I still d-don’t know how you g-guys talked me into th-this. *sits down next to Carrie and Fernando in the stadium facing towards the stage*
Fernando: I’m just that persuasive.
Vince: P-persuasive or manipulat-tive?
Carrie: Why not both?
Fernando: Hardy har. But seriously though, who’s gonna keep watch first and who’s gonna rest first?
Carrie: I can keep watch while one of you guys rest.
Vince: Are you s-sure?
Fernando: I can keep watch too if you want. Do you wanna use your sleeping time now, Vince?
Vince: I d-don’t care either w-way.
Carrie: Okay, Fernando and I will keep watch first while you rest, then you and Fernando can trade.
Fernando: You’re gonna keep watch for that long?
Carrie: Yeah, so?
Fernando: I just think that’s pretty cool, that’s all.
Vince: You’re d-definitely braver than m-me. Th-That’s for sure.
Fernando: Alright, you get your rest, Vince. One of us will wake you when it’s your turn to help keep watch.
Vince: O-okay. *walks back to his room*
Carrie: Well, what should we do while we keep watching?
Fernando: I’m not sure. I mean, what are some things you like to do?
Carrie: Well, when I’m bored I usually vocalize.
Fernando: Vocalizing? Huh, not what I would’ve thought, but cool!
Carrie: If you have something else in mind, I’m all ears.
Fernando: No, I got nothing. I’m sure I could use some vocalizing.
Carrie: *scoffs, then grins*
Fernando: So, like, do you just go freelance or do you vocalize a song?
Carrie: A little bit of both. I like to change it up. We can go freelance though so you can get the hang of it.
Fernando: Okay!
Carrie: *starts vocalizing slowly*
Fernando: *listens to Carrie’s vocalizing briefly before slowly joining in*
Carrie: *smiles as Fernando joins in*
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The Understudy: *quickly paces around the green room angrily as he inhales and exhales sharply before stopping and wincing* Ah! What’s that fucking noise?! *listens closely before quietly walking out of the green room, walking backstage and listening more*
Carrie and Fernando: *vocalizing faintly*
The Understudy: *growls and quickly walks back to the green room* What the hell are those students doing out here vocalizing?! They should be resting and dreaming about some fucking sunshine and rainbows, not singing their fucking songs! *shouts angrily*
(Shut Down This Stage starts playing)
The Understudy: Shut down this fucking stage! You narcissists are full of it! All this hate and pain, I wish it would all just quit! You are all so lame! Why’d you sign up for this thing?! It’s so insane! Now fear’s what I’m gonna bring! It’s what I’m gonna fucking bring!
Carrie and Fernando: *start vocalizing to the pitch of the song*
The Understudy: Shut down this fucking stage! You narcissists are full of it! All this hate and pain, I wish it would all just quit! Shut down this fucking stage! You narcissists are full of it! All this hate and pain, I wish it would all just quit! You are all so lame! Why’d you sign up for this thing?! It’s so insane! Now fear’s what I’m gonna bring! The end! The end! The end is in a few nights! *growls and shouts angrily*
(Shut Down This Stage stops playing)
The Understudy: Just you dipshits wait. I’m gonna show you what a real show looks like!
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Fernando: *stops vocalizing and smiles widely* That was fun!
Carrie: *stops vocalizing* Yeah! I’m glad to hear that! *grins*
Fernando: It’s too bad that it only took up about 5 minutes of our time.
Carrie: *chuckles briefly* Oh man, you’re right!
Fernando: And I have no idea what else to do right now.
Carrie: I have a few more ideas, but I don’t know if you’ll like them.
Fernando: Ah, come on. They can’t be that bad.
Carrie: Eh, you’ll think so once you hear them. *shakes her head briefly and stands up* I’ve gotta use the restroom. Be right back. *walks away*
Fernando: *clicks his tongue* Well, that was… awkward.
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Carrie: *continues walking to the bathroom*
The Understudy: *creeps up behind Carrie and taps on her shoulder*
Carrie: *jumps, then sighs* Fernando! *turns around and stands aghast*
The Understudy: *quickly covers Carrie’s mouth with a handcloth with chloroform on it*
Carrie: *struggles briefly before passing out*
The Understudy: Get all the sleep you can. You’re gonna need it for later! *drags Carrie away*
Carrie: *breathes lightly*
The Understudy: *drags Carrie into the green room quietly, sets her in a chair, grabs a rope and duct tape before tying her hands behind her back and taping her mouth shut* There.
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Fernando: *taps his fingers against his knees as he impatiently waits for Carrie* Come on, come on. *sighs with frustration before standing up* I’ll just go get Vince now. *starts walking to Vince’s room*
The Understudy: *follows behind Fernando silently*
Fernando: *approaches Vince’s room*
The Understudy: Hey, shitbag!
Fernando: *jumps and turns around*
The Understudy: *hits Fernando in the head with a microphone*
Fernando: *gasps faintly and falls to the ground, unconscious*
The Understudy: *runs away from Vince’s room*
Vince: *slowly opens the door and yawns before looking down and seeing an unconscious Fernando* Holy sh-shit! *kneels down and checks for a pulse then sighs with relief when he feels a heartbeat* *whispers* Hey. F-Fernando! *taps Fernando on the cheek* Wake up!
(a thud comes from the sanctuary)
Vince: *quickly gets on his feet and looks in the direction where the noise came from* W-What the hell? *starts walking in that direction into the sanctuary*
(Blue Lips by Bear Hands starts playing somewhat faintly)
Lyrics: Masked man come walkin' in, got pocket wrists and double barrel shotgun, I caught one too soon and know not to. I'm a virgin, victim, villain, random passerby. I been hurt and honey I don't even know why. Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. Someone check the kids, make sure they are still alive. I don't see how you think you can come to me and bitch to me lay out your problems like ancient history like I ain't got no other shit to do. I love you baby, but my lips are turnin' blue. But my lips are turnin' blue. But my lips are turnin' blue. Salt licking my wounds, talking in tongues, 'bout to go boom. Earth-shattering news, it's all bad I assume. I'm a mostly moral master blaster, petty crime. I am certain of this one thing: I was born to die. Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. Someone check the kids, make sure they are still alive. I don't see how you think you can come to me and bitch to me, lay out your problems like ancient history like I ain't got no other shit to do. I love you baby, but my lips are turnin' blue. But my lips are turnin' blue, but my lips are turnin' blue. But my lips are turnin' blue, but my lips are turnin' blue. My lips are turnin' blue, but my lips are turnin' blue. My lips are turnin' blue, but my lips are turnin' blue. But my lips are turnin' blue. Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. But my lips are turnin' blue. Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. But my lips are turnin' blue. Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. But my lips are turnin' blue. Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry. But my lips are turnin' blue. I don't see how you think you can come to me and bitch to me, lay out your problems like ancient history like I ain't got no other shit to do. I love you baby, but my lips are turnin' blue. My lips are turnin', but my lips are turnin' blue. My lips are turnin', but my lips are turnin' blue.
Vince: *looks around* Where’s that m-music coming f-from? *walks backstage and examines it*
(a strobe light suddenly turns on, the light flashing directly at Vince)
Vince: *winces and covers his eyes*
The Understudy: *approaches Vince from behind with a rope, wraps it around Vince’s neck and starts choking him*
Vince: *gasps for breath as he struggles against the Understudy*
The Understudy: *chokes Vince harder*
Vince: *pushes backward and slams the Understudy against a wall*
The Understudy: *groans and releases Vince*
Vince: *grabs the rope and whips the Understudy in the face*
The Understudy: *grunts loudly in pain and grabs his face* You fucking bastard!
Vince: You’re c-calling me the bastard w-when you’re the m-maniac killing people! *punches the Understudy across the face, kicks him in the groin, and punches him in the throat*
The Understudy: *gasps and grabs his neck*
Vince: *throws another punch at the Understudy*
The Understudy: *catches Vince’s fist, uppercuts him with the microphone and kicks him backward*
Vince: *stumbles onto his back*
The Understudy: *stomps towards Vince*
Vince: *tries to get on his feet*
The Understudy: *grabs Vince by the hair, pulls him over to the strobe light, tightly holds Vince’s face and holds his eyes open*
Vince: *struggles to break free as he gets blinded and cries out*
The Understudy: *strains as he holds Vince in place*
Vince: *grabs the strobe light and hits the Understudy across the face*
The Understudy: *groans in pain and grabs his face*
(Blue Lips by Bear Hands stops playing)
Vince: *winces and cries as he holds his eyes closed* W-why are you d-doing this?!
The Understudy: To make sure everyone dies remembering who’s past they destroyed!
Vince: You’re i-insane!
The Understudy: Says the one who killed my cat and told me that it ran away!
Vince: W-what the hell are y-you talking about?!
The Understudy: You should know Vince… we were next door neighbors.
Vince: Holy sh-shit…
The Understudy: *kicks Vince in the face, breaking his jaw*
Vince: *gasps in pain*
The Understudy: I knew you’d remember me, Vince! A life… for a life! *grabs the strobe light and slams it into Vince’s head, killing him*
Vince: *falls over dead*
The Understudy: *pants angrily* No one seems to remember me… even without the mask, no one remembered. *sighs* I’ll jumpstart their memories, show them the damage they did.
Scene 3 ends
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