EXT. BARDER – GENERAL STORE – NIGHT (FLASH FORWARD)

SUPER: HALLOWEEN 2012

Sharp, dried grass begs for rain on a parched Ohio night. The General Store sits placid under the moonlight. The “Visit Our Historic Downtown” sticker in the window is peeling.

Off-screen, vague young voices LAUGH. It sounds feral. PUNK ROCK thuds in the distance. Low-fi. Heavy bass.

SMASH. The sound of a bottle breaking.

Then— WHOOSH. The storefront ERUPTS IN FLAMES.

CLOSE ON: The shards of glass on the pavement. The label of a broken 99 BANANAS bottle melts in the fire.

Feet shuffle frantically past the camera. Chaos.

OFFICER LANE (O.S.)

(Amplified, Megaphone)
STOP! GET ON THE GROUND!

Red and blue strobe lights sweep across the burning facade. The only cop car in Barder, screaming against the inevitable.

MUSIC SWELLS: “California Über Alles” by The Dead Kennedys.

EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET – MOMENTS LATER

We PAN UP from the asphalt. A couch is fully engulfed in flames in the yard of a chipping townhouse.

A SHIRTLESS KID in a studded vest sprints across the middle of the street pushing a LAWNMOWER. He is screaming with joy.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOUSE SHOW – SIDE OF HOUSE – CONTINUOUS

The music is muffled here. Thumping through the walls.

EXTREME CLOSE UP: Peeling beige vinyl siding.

We hear GASPS of struggle. Panic. Two arms slam against the vinyl. One is delicate, wearing a SPIKED LEATHER BRACELET. The other is burly, covered in stick-and-poke TATTOOS.

The tattooed arm pins the delicate one against the siding. Hard.

KAT (O.S.)

Get the fuck off of me!

No response. Just heavy, wet breathing. We see the edge of a MOHAWK press into the frame, burying itself into FRIZZY BLONDE HAIR.

The arms struggle. The vinyl CRACKS under the pressure. Kat exhales a slight, terrifying whimper.

SMASH CUT TO BLACK.

END TEASER

INT. BEDROOM – DAWN

The MIRROR above the dresser is covered in years of STICKERS. The “My Little Pony” ones are faded, peeling, and most have been recently covered up with “The Sex Pistols” and “Siouxsie and the Banshees.”

BANG! BANG! BANG!

CHESTER (O.S.)

Wake up, fuck-face!

Reflected in the mirror, the groggy face of 14-year-old ANGIE pops out from under a pile of blankets. She covers her face again and screams into her pillow.

MONTAGE – ANGIE GETTING READY
“The Passenger” by Siouxsie and the Banshees plays. A hot straightener on dyed-black hair. A tattered crop-cut “Ramones” shirt. Another cut-up punk tee. And another... and another... Black eyeliner. Studded bracelet.

INT. KITCHEN – MORNING

CHESTER, Angie’s older brother, rocks around the disheveled kitchen, HEADPHONES at full blast, drumming on a box of Corn Pops with two spoons. He’s too young for GAUGES and a SEPTUM PIERCING, but there they are, perfectly paired with his vintage Napalm Death shirt.

ANGIE

(yelling)
Hey, Keith Moon! Gimme the Pops!

Chester ignores her. Angie grabs the box, spilling cereal.

CHESTER

Way to go, dick-weed!