Three scenes from The Hollow's screenplay

Characters:
Brody (Nick)
Amber (Melissa Schuman)
Scott (Joseph Mazzello)
Ian (Kevin Zegers)
Karen (Kaley Cuoco)

#1 (scenes 14 +15)
14. GRAVEYARD, TOMB - NIGHT

A huge free-standing marble structure with a heavy iron door. Three steps lead up to the foreboding entrance. Brody spreads his hands out as if he's found Mecca.

Amber:
Uh uh. No way. You're on your own, Stephen King.

Brody:
What? Are you scared?

Amber:
That. And because it's wrong to tromp around on somebody's ground and what not. And there's that freaky old grounds keeper guy.

Scott:
She's got a point there, Brode. Remember we snuck in that once, back in the third grade?

Brody:
He was just trying to scare us.

Scott:
Dude chased us with an axe, man! Who does that?

Brody:
Just go up and knock on the door, and we'll call it a night.

Amber:
I don't want to. That's weird. What's the big deal with all of this, anyway?

Brody:
The big deal is that this is Legend Weekend. And you and Karen and everybody else around here take it for granted. You act like this is just another town. Just another place on the map...

Amber:
You're drunk.

Brody grabs Amber by the arm and spins her around until she's looking him in the face.

Brody:
It's like living in Transylvania and knowing dick about vampires. This is the birthplace of the most famous ghost story there ever was. And what have we got?

Amber:
What about the movie?

A touch of real fury crosses Brody's face, and it's a little scary.

Brody:
That wasn't real.

Amber:
Ow! You're hurting me!

But Brody doesn't let up, seems to be working himself into a frenzy.

Brody:
This should be the end all, be all of Halloween, and what have we got? We got Junior-boy Storyteller and a hokey haunted hayride.

Amber:
Scott, get this gorilla off me!

Scott touches Brody's arm.

Scott:
Hey...let her go, man.

Brody narrows his eyes at Scott, as if contemplating a fight, then relents. He releases Amber.

Brody:
I'll tell you what. All it would take is one bad Halloween. One teeny tiny bit of misfortune. Like maybe some high school students go for a stroll in the graveyard and only one comes back. Something like that.
(beat)
Then people would know. They'd know what kind of place they live in.

Amber looks at Brody suspiciously. Scott is thinking twice about his choice in friends as well.

Brody sets his jaw, turns and walks up the tomb steps.

15. Tomb - Night

Brody gets to the door of the tomb. He takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, producing three hollow sounding echoes.

Amber looks up at Brody, then at the tomb. Something changes in her face, now showing something like defiance.

Amber:
Stick your hand in.

Brody:
What?

Amber:
Go on. See if anything grabs you. Show us how it's done, freak show.

Brody:
Okay.

He takes another deep breath and shuts his eyes. His trembling hand moves for the gaping black maw of the window.

It inches forward, then down, disappearing into the blackness of the tomb. Silence except for the slight sound of water dripping inside the tomb, or footsteps.

Brody listens, wanting to pull his hand out, but enjoying the thrill of the moment.

Brody: (cont'd)
See, nothing--

Suddenly Brody is yanked toward the door! His whole arm disappears into the window and he screams in terror! Something inside is going to pull his whole body through the tiny opening.

Brody: (cont'd)
He's got me! Help! Oh Jesus, it's got meeee!

Amber screams! She and Scott rush up the stairs and grab onto Brody's free arm.

Brody breaks into a laugh and stands up easily. Amber punches him in the arm hard and bursts away from him.

Amber:
You jackass!

Brody:
Aw come on. It was just a joke. Where are you going?

Amber turns and stomps away. Scott looks at Brody, shrugs, then chases after her.

Brody: (cont'd)
You guys be careful out there! Remember, if you see the Horseman...

#2 (scene 24)

Ian backtracks to his car, looks toward the road. His breath catches in his throat when he sees--

THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN galloping toward him at full speed on a white stallion, a ghastly jack-o'-lantern raised high in his left hand.

Ian turns and starts to run back toward his car--

The HEADLESS HORSEMAN is right behind him, the pumpkin behind his head, readying to hurl the missile--

Ian looks over his shoulder, throws himself forward as the Horseman flings the Jack-O'-Lantern.

The pumpkin whizzes over his head and slams into the driver's side of his Mustang, sending orange guts all over the place.

Ian rolls onto his side and hears the Horseman LAUGHING. At first the laugh seems mocking and almost demonic. Then, the laughter starts to sound familiar. Ian looks up suspiciously.

Ian:
Brody?

The Headless Horseman, barely able to control his laughter now, opens his cape and sticks his head out. It is BRODY after all.

Brody:
You okay, dude? You look like you seen a ghost. Again.

Ian scowls, looks at the door of his car.

Ian:
I think you dented it this time

Brody pats his horse.

Brody:
Sorry. Had to warm up ol' Holly here. She's been itchin' to get out and I needed to know if I could still see out of this thing. From the look on your face... (patting Holly) I think we're gonna be a hit.

Ian:
I'll give you a hit, where do you want it?

Brody's face goes serious and he dismounts. He walks across to Ian, as if he's going to start a fight.

Brody:
Don't go making threats you can't back up, Junior.

Instead, Brody walks to where the limb is lying in the roadway.

Brody puts his shoulder into it and starts pushing it out of the road, seemingly with a lot less effort than it took Ian. Then, he stands, wipes his palms on his pants.

Brody: (cont'd)
You know, I was thinking...

Ian: Maybe you should leave that to the professionals, Brody.

Brody:
And I think you oughtta stop hanging around Karen so much. You know, maybe date someone more on your own level.

Ian:
My own level.

Brody slaps Ian on the back.

Brody:
She doesn't dig you. She digs me. We had a long talk all about it when I took her home tonight. It's all about us at the Prom. You're just getting in the way.

Ian steps away from Brody, letting Brody's hand drop from his shoulder. He walks back toward his car.

Ian:
Yeah, well...Karen's a big girl. Maybe you should let her make her own decisions.

Brody:
She'll put your heart in a blender, bro.

As Ian climbs into his car, he puts on his best shit-eating grin.

Ian:
Thanks for your help. With the tree.

Source: Marissa at carterism.com.