Me and Mrs. Jones

My computer apparently crashed today, my wife reported in a phone call from home this morning. So there's that to look foward to. Thus I'll make this brief, and post some more from PETER ROTTENTAIL:

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EXT. STREETS -- LATER
Lenny ROARS down the main street of town.
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EXT. GRAVEYARD -- NIGHT
Lenny slowly drives into the graveyard, ominous in the gloomy night.
Lenny pulls up and parks. The cousins climb out, swinging flashlights.
LENNY
Dead man's hotel.
JAMES
Peter Krigstein's grave is over here.
James starts walking, playing his light around.
LENNY
How do you know?
JAMES
I've visited his grave before.
LENNY
When?
JAMES
Just every year.
LENNY
You need a woman, cuz.
The pair work their way between the headstones.
They stop short at Peter's grave, where dirt is piled up.
JAMES
Empty.
LENNY
He's probably propped up next to a keg in some frat house somewhere. You know kids are always messing around up here.
Something leaning up against the next grave catches James' eye. He shines his light on it.
JAMES
Not these kids anymore.
The light finds Todd and Kevin slumped against a nearby gravestone, their chests splashed crimson.
JAMES (CONT'D)
Do you believe me now?
Lenny swallows.
LENNY
I'm starting to.
(beat)
Let's get the hell out of here.
The race back to the car.
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