July 15th, 1996
EXT. FITZGERALD HOME -- NIGHT
The house is dark. The moon is almost full. A dog barks.
A melancholy voice, worn for its age, narrates:
Ever try bein' different? An, I
don't mean jus' thinkin' about
it, either. Ginger an' me - I
The house numbers read 669. The 9 slips: the number now
Ginger an' I? Went for different.
There's a light on in a basement window. We creep up to it,
crushing the tulip. borders on the way. The window is propped
open with a sneaker: it looks like somebody's foot is caught
in it. Music plays inside-
INT. GIRLS' BASEMENT BEDROOM - NIGHT
Gyrating in her underwear to bad-girl grunge, BRIGITTE
FITZGERALD (15) straddles GINGER FITZGERALD (also 15 and in
underwear) on one of the twin single beds. Both girls have
cigarettes lolling on their lower lips. Both girls have
pierced eyebrows, pierced noses and streaked hair. Brigitte
has blue nail polish on. Ginger has breasts.
Brigitte. Quit dickin' around.
Jus' do it.
Brigitte reluctantly stops her thrashing and douses a cotton
ball in rubbing alcohol.
Without looking up from her TANK GIRL comic, Ginger hauls her
own shirt up to expose her navel.
Brigitte swabs Ginger's navel with the wet cotton ball. Her
eyes drift to Ginger's chest, then back to what she's doing.
Ginger's ten months older than
me. we're seriously tight. Share
Around them, many candles burn. There's a dead bolt on the
door. An attached full bath. The floors are thick with
paranormal books. The walls are covered in images of UFO's
and horror flicks. A framed photo of Kurt Cobain with
Courtney Love has a place of honor. There's an old Polaroid
of the girls at five in Halloween costumes; Lill Red Riding
Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. Ginger is the wolf.
Brigitte produces an enormous darning needle. It glints. she
levels it at Ginger's navel, her hand shaking.
BR IG ITTE
(without looking up)
Ginger gives Brigitte a look over the top of her comic.
Brigitte takes a deep breath, and lines the needle up again.
Brigitte swallows hard and applies pressure. The needle
pierces Ginger's skin. Her stomach muscles flinch.
You said it wouldn't hurt!
Jus' hurry up!
The needle has stopped moving half-way through the skin.
Brigitte wiggles the needle. Blood wells up around it.
Um. I think it's stuck. Oh man.
Ginger lowers her comic. she takes one look at the needle
half-.in, half-out of her belly button - and cracks up.
snot funny, Ginger!
Laughing her head off, Ginger gives the needle a good tug
from her end. The skin tugs with it, resisting.
Ali, gawd, gross.
Ginger yanks the needle, hard. This time it moves.
I got it, I got it.
Ginger grits her teeth. The needle begins a slow progress.
It's goin', it's goin'- gimme
Brigitte grabs at a tiny silver ring on the bed spread but
knocks it to the floor. Brigitte scrambles after it. Ginger
yanks the needle.
Brigitte finds the ring and hands it to Ginger. Ginger sets
the ring on the end of the needle, looping it not-so-neatly
The bloody needle pops clear. Ginger grinds on the ring to
close it. Ginger wipes her bloody hands on the bed. Brigitte
is taking deep, gulping breaths.
Bee? Feeb. Y'okay?
Yeah. I think so.
Yeah, I think not.
If you din't say it hurt, I'd a
Ginger beams at her new piercing.
Pretty cool, unh?
The flesh around the navel is hot pink and bruising. Brigitte
Now I'll do you.
Brigitte bravely hangs onto to her smile.
We do everything together. But,
at fifteen? A chick can change.
[3A! You got no idea.
EXT. THE FTTZGERALD BACKYARD - DAY
It's a beautiful autumn day in suburbia. Birds sing. The
terrier next door (NORMAN) barks and barks.
A pierced navel is stretched taught, filling with blood.
Ginger's limp body is bent backward over a low fence. Blood
is flowing from where she's been speared through her chest:
Ginger's impaled on a white picket.
Don't get me wrong. It's not
like we were all happy or
nothin' to begin with.
Brigitte takes a long, ponderous drag on her cigarette as -
unmoved - she takes in Ginger's mortal wound. Brigitte eyes
the identical homes and gardens that stretch on to the
The suburb of Bailey Downs?
Basically a well lit black hole.
The Kingdom of cul du sac.
That's French for Dead End.
Brigitte flicks her smoke into a pile of neatly raked leaves.
It smolders then goes out. She scowls.
You had a gram of personality
out here? Life bit the big one.
A truck with COUNTY REGREENING PROGRAM on its side pulls up a
few houses over. Brigitte watches a shirtless sun-bronzed
Adonis - SAM -- climb out of the cab.
Of course I'm generalizing.
A tarty teenage girl - TRINA - bounds up to Sam and gives him
a big wet one.
No I'm not.
The fuck, Bee. Take a picture
Brigitte raises a 35mm still camera to her eye and frames her
sister's corpse in the viewfinder.
ROLL HEAD CREDIT SEQUENCE:
snap! A slide of Ginger - dead on a white picket fence -
smashes on. The HEAD CREDITS are superimposed on each of the
snap! Ginger sliced up with an electric knife in the kitchen,
Snap! Ginger drowned in a bubble bath,
Snap! Ginger hanged by nylons in the laundry room,
Snap! Ginger mangled under the front tires of a mini van.
PICTURE TITLE: GINGER SNAPS.
INT. BAILEY HIGH ART ROOM - DAY
The Fitzgerald sisters stand over a slide projector in art
class, just finishing the slide show from the credit
sequence. An empty frame of blinding white light snaps onto
the collapsible screen at the front of the room.
The homely ART TEACHER looks very concerned as she hits the
lights. The other STUDENTS •-- all about fifteen, middle-class
and raging conformists -- sit in stunned silence. As Brigitte
and Ginger return to their side-by-side seats,
We were always considered
freaks. For as long as I can
remember, there was Us. And
there was Them. Like from
Very -um. Class? Comments?
The students trade constipated looks.
Brigitte. What does it mean for
Brigitte shrugs and squirms.
Means there's more to life than
-- well, li.fe.
The Fitzgeralds look expectantly at row after row of blank
faces. Brigitte shakes her head.
Attempts at communication wore
JASON McCARDY- a good-looking high school Casanova - looks
Ginger over appraisingly. Ginger ignores him.
Some of Them did seem to wanna
Brigitte glances from Ginger's breasts to her own flat chest.
Brigitte takes a deep breath.
But nobody wanned to reach me.
The bell goes.
(a tad defensive)
Like I cared.
INT. BAILEY HIGH HALLS - DAY
TEENS clog the halls. Judging by the herd, Bailey High is not
big on individual identity, or at least its outward
Ginger and Brigitte slip down the crowded corridors, sticking
out like sore thumbs. Ginger holds her forehead.
Gawd, People! They hurt my
They didn't even get it.
't'hey' re somnambulists.
They're the goddamn walkin'-/
The girls stop before their locker. A folded up piece of
loose leaf has been crushed into it, its end sticking out.
BR I G ITTE
Ginger opens the locker. She unfolds the paper. There's a big
fat joint inside, and a note that says: GINGER, CALL 555-
Ginger pockets the joint, crumples the paper into a ball and
tosses it at a near-by trash can. She misses.
The girls head down the hall..
Somebody leaves you all. these
jays an, yer not even curious to
Ginger offers her a sucker and has one herself.
No pe .
A FAT JANITOR scoops up the wad of loose leaf with great
resentment and jams it into the trash.
Brigitte and Ginger pass a NECKING COUPLE practically dry-
humping, GIRLS applying make-up to one another, and BOYS
snapping each other with their sports cups.
Jason and his fellow jock-pals TIM, FRANK, and JEREMY are
Ginger bends to tie her boot lace and a collective groan
swells from the guys.
See? She's weird, but hot.
Anybody poled Fitzy yet?
Brigitte gives them a disgusted look.
Not that one. The cute one.
Brigitte's face falls. Ginger gives them a Death Stare. The
boys try flirty smiles.
Sad. Must be hard to think with
yer brains slappin' around yer
thighs like that all day.
Brigitte laughs. Ginger pulls her on, past a sign: GYMNASIUM.
We didn't do guys. Guys were too
gross. Everyone at Bailey High
was just too incredibly gross.
Ginger applies her boot to a swinging door and they enter,
INT. GIRLS' CHANGING ROOM - DAY
The Fitzgeralds stop dead. They take in a menagerie of 90210-
wanna-be GIRLS changing for gym class. The background chat is
all sex and mascara.
There is only one free spot: next to Trina and her TRINA
CLONES. The Trinas slide into a-size-too-small shorts while
parading hefty chests. The Trina acts like she owns the
The only thing worse than most
teenage boys are most teenage
girls. Trinas are the limit.
Ginger digs at her lower abdomen painfully.
I feel sick.
No, J. mean really.
Gingler opens a locker and tears off her clothes. Other girls
glance at her navel piercing with disgust..
Brigitte is very self-conscious: she steps almost inside the
locker, hiding behind the door while she changes into the
revolting school gym outfit. She eyes the buxom bubble heads
with contempt, as
There was really only one Trina,
but they were all the same.
Trina finds the Fitzgeralds' open locker door a nuisance.
She pushes it out of her way, hard enough to whack Brigitte
in the head on the other side.
Ginger gives Trina a very dirty look. Brigitte tries to rub
her sore head while clutching her uniform to cover her chest.
Trina and her posse cackle as they prance out, their butt
cheeks waggling. The sisters continue changing.
I HATE her. Like to feed her
ground glass with tacks for
desert. Then make her puke it
back up and swallow it again
until she's like shredded to a
bazillion pieces from the inside
Ginger grips her sides painfully and bends double.
what's the matter?
I got gas...Maybe I'll try an,
cut one right in her face out
They slap hands, laughing. They look down at their gym
outfits, which are SO unflattering. Brigitte and Ginger
exchange identical looks of agony.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH SPORTS FIELD - DAY
The twenty or so participants in this all-girl gym class
stand ready at centre field in lacrosse padding and helmets.
Brigitte and Ginger stand apart from the others, sharing a
smoke. Brigitte looks scared. Ginger looks ill.
After two weeks a' high school.,
ya come to the conclusion it's
all about agony. Take Phys. Ed,
sus' practise takin' pain.
The gym teacher. M7.,. SYKES - an aging former-traffic cop -
hucks the players sticks with nets on one end. Sykes is given
Field lacrosse is no pussy-assed
tea party, ya get IN there, get
a LOCK on your target and PUSH
IT! I want SWEAT I want ACTION!
The Trinas giggle at Sykes. Ginger bends forward, holding her
Shake a leg, Fitzgeralds. An,
butt out, you gotta death wish!?
Feel really sick, Mz. Sykes.
Cigarettes'll do that for you!
Ginger flicks the smoke at Sykes' turned back. It falls
short, of course.
The sisters trudge to their places on the field. Ginger is on
the offensive line. Brigitte is in goal.
Phys. Ed. is not optional at
Sykes blows the whistle. A fast-moving, hard-hitting
lacrosse scrimmage begins.
IN RAPID-FIRE MONTAGE: Ginger gets caught in the crunch of
sticks and bodies, pushed, kicked, and punished by the
Trinas, who are having 'fun'.
IN RAPID-FIRE MONTAGE: Brigitte visibly cowers as a tangle of
marauding, ball-whacking bodies descend on her. She takes a
number of direct hits from the hard rubber ball.
on a powerful press for a goal, Trina slams into Brigitte so
hard Brigitte flies right out of the net area. And skids
face-first .into a mangled dog's body.
The whistle blows and play stops. Ginger lopes over,
breathless, gripping her sore stomach.
I been waiting for this. There'd
been a lot of dead dogs around
lately, but this was my personal
Brigitte slowly climbs out of the mucky canine remains to her
knees. She's covered in doggie guts and maggots.
Oh, HOW GRO-O-O-O-OSS!!
GINGER SNAPS - WALTON/July 15, 1996 1 2
The class edges toward them, but maintains a horrified
distance. Even Sykes struggles with a gag reflex on seeing
Brigitte' s mess.
Brigitte fingers the dog's remains with a look of
'Kay, here's the weird thing
about me. I dig dead stuff. Live
things make me sick, they're all
warm and snotty and shitty and
pissy. And live things jus'
suffer, which I can't take. But
a dead thing? S'kinda beautiful,
'cause a dead thing's really I
dunno -like, free.
Don't TOUCH it, Fitzgerald!
What's WRONG with you two?!
Get up and hit the SHOWERS!
TRINAS IN CHORUS
The cult? Drains the blood out
and drinks it, ya know! /1 heard
they have sex with them first !
/Gawd stop, you'll make me PUKE!
Everyone was all like, Oh it's a
teen cult, or aah, it's some
looney, the Beast a' Bailey
Downs. What crap.
All RIGHT, ladies, settle! This
is no joke! You have information
about the dog deaths you do
CLASS IN CHORUS
Tell a teacher, Principal
Fardor, or the police.
Teen cult my ass. Look Ginge',
something went for its throat -
it's not cut, it's chewed...
Brigitte looks up in time to see Ginger's eyes roll back in
her head. Ginger faints. The class inhales as one.
Sykes and the class stampede up. Sykes pushes Brigitte out
of the way.
Ginger's no pussy. She doesn't
faint. I might faint. Like, if
this pooch were only HALF-dead,
I could faint.
Brigitte stumbles over the dog carcass. She hugs herself.
INT. NURSE' S OFFICE -- DAY
Brigitte sits in her bloodied uniform, chewing her nails.
NURSE FERRY - a Mrs. Doubtfi.re-type who chirps more than
speaks - is examining Ginger.
The fainting' s worrisome
you don't diet do you dear?
Hm. Anemia's very common at your
age. Eat more red meat, try an
iron vitamin supplement. If it
happens again, straight to a
proper doctor, all righty?
Brigitte looks relieved.
Now as for 'the headache, cramps,
lower back pain .I'm guessing
your period is due.
I haven't got a, um, period.
Never? Flow old are you?
Fifteen. our mother says we're
Well judging by your troubles,
I'd say you can expect to
blossom any time now!
Brigitte pulls a face. Ferry produces numerous samples of
feminine hygiene products and heaps them onto Ginger.
Are you familiar with all these?
Now what suits one girl might
not be comfortable for another.
The proper form of protection is
a personal choice, and may have
a lot to do with your menstrual
flow, which naturally changes
during the time you'll have your
little miracle of nature. It
could start thick and syrupy,
move to a straight-forward basic
bright red bleeding and then
perhaps a deep brownish to
blackish slime, signaling the
end of the flow. Twenty-eight
days later or there abouts,
it'll start all over again and
continue every month until
menopause, in about thirty
Nurse Ferry produces a pocket calendar with a tampon or pad
advertisement for every month.
Here's a little calendar to keep
track, count from the day it
starts twenty-eight days.
That'll be your next time. You
have any questions, come see me
You too sweetheart, be your turn
shortly, I expect.
Brigitte Looks horrified.
EXT. A SUBURBAN STREET/TRAVELING - DAY
Here's a dirty word.
Inevitability. That fate fully
intended us to be typical in any
way, sooner or later, was so
Ginger and Brigitte trudge homeward looking completely
depressed. Brigitte flips through the feminine hygiene
calendar. Ginger watches the pavement beneath her feet.
(reading a panty-
"Some days it's all you need."-?
What does that mean?
So you pulled a Quincy on that
Ginger grabs the calendar and sticks it in her pocket.
Quincy, that guy with the stiffs
on cable. Alls I remember is you
goin', "Teen cult my ass".
Oh. Right. Well, I dunno.
Brigitte shrugs. She gives Ginger a funny look.
Why are you looking at me like
that? Do I look - different?
Can you tell I'm going to-?
Ginger squints at her, unconvinced.
GINGER SNAPS- WALTON/July 22, 1996 1 6
Wham. Total adultness. How can I
have a miracle of nature an, not
be old enough to drive! fiurih?
Ginger kicks a kiddie toy hard into a yard. Brigitte doesn't
have an answer to this.
EXT. FITZGERALD BUNGALOW - DAY
Their house looks like a set in a home show. The girls take
it in from the front drive with expressions of complete
weariness. Next door, Norman the terrier barks at them.
Hey. If I start simpin' around
tampon dispensers and moanin'
over cramps, or even think about
buying somethin' that says Baby
Powder Fresh? You'll. shoot me,
They exchange grins.
Out by sixteen
.or dead in this scene.
Ginger raises her hand and Brigitte smacks it hard. As they
mount the drive, Ginger picks up a stone and hucks it at
Norman, who's still barking. She misses.
If we failed to get a life by
Ginger's sixteenth birthday? we
were s'posed to gas ourselves in
the garage. For smart girls, we
could be pretty dumb. we prob'ly
never woulda done it, but we
seemed to need a deadline.
INT. FITZGERALD DINING ROOM - NIGHT
The Fitzgerald family are having their evening meal. Their
parents, HENRY (see Men's Section, Seers catalogue) and
PAMELA (see Martha Stewart's Idea of Living), are liberal,
middle class folks in their early forties. Ginger looks
bored. Brigitte eats like a pig.
How was school today?
The nicest thing I could say
about Henry and Pamela was also
the meanest thing I could say.
Didn't you have a presentation?
How'd it go?
Pamela and Henry exchange irritatingly patient smiles.
They were easily satisfied.
A rogue's gallery on the wall depicts Henry and Pamela's
transformation over the years from angry young Ban The Bomb-
types into middle-class mundane.
Made an appointment for you
girls at my gynecologist. Next
Henry studies his plate. Ginger almost imperceptibly shakes
her head at Brigitte. Brigitte nods, understanding.
You know why.
we're not going to a
What did I say about that tone
of voice? .You are going to
Dad!? She's completely paranoid!
I'd rather stay out of this.
She's gonna have some fat jerk
get his jollies poking his
fingers up our ./
I'm actually eating here.
Henry, neither one of them has
had a period yet.
Ah. Yes. You've said.
As Pamela says the next line, Ginger mou t:hs it- word for word
It's very odd that two perfectly
healthy fifteen year olds are
not menstruating. Right?
Briggitte apes Henry's next line back to Ginger.
Mmmm. steak's really yummy
tonight. This a new sauce?
The sisters giggle. Pamela is losing her cool.
I started at eleven. The problem
must be on your side, Henry.
Pamela? This is not my fault. No
one's at fault here.
when did your sister start?
I've told you, I really have no
idea. Oddly enough, we never
discussed it. why don't you call
her and ask her yourself?
I can't call her out of the blue
and ask a thing like that.
Besides, it's dinner time.
They'll be eating.
Well I've been checking panties
for four years now
GINGER & BRIGITTE/HENRY
Mo-othe-er!!! /For chrissakes.
You look at our underwear? Fuck!
Hey, hey - I don't want to hear
that word in my house. You will
do as your mother says and I
will change the subject. Anybody
going to tell me what happened
to my fence?
From under the table, Henry produces the bloodied, sawed-off
picket stained bloody from Ginger's impaling.
Brigitte holds her full mouth open so Ginger can see its
masticated contents. Ginger cracks up laughing. Henry and
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
Norman the terrier barks OFF-SCREEN - constantl
Brigitte grimaces at the cartoon-style diagrams of How To
Insert A Tampon. She carefully unwraps one and sets it in a
glass of water. She times its expansion on her watch.
Why din't you jus' tell her
you're going to get it?
Ginger is dissecting the gift joint from their locker. she
sniffs its contents.
Can't take her 'attention'. She
grosses me out. Can't believe
she's our mother.
Brigitte puts a fresh tampon up her nose and lifts a Polaroid
camera at arms' length from her face.
Yeah, but now we have to see
this doctor. You can jus' say
you got it, but I'm screwed.
FLASH! The Polaroid spits out the front. Brigitte sticks
another tampon in her free nostril, and one in each ear as,
Did I get you out of Home Ec?
Did I get you out of ballet
classes? So I'll get you out of
BR IG ITTE
You better, gawd the idea
FLASH! Brigitte takes a Polaroid of herself with a tampon
sticking out of every visible orifice.
Ginger slides the grass into a pre-rolled fresh casing and
sticks it in her mouth.
I said I will, I will. This
jay's fine. Let us smoke,
Ginger cranks the stereo and throws on a coat. She double-
takes Brigitte' s tampon face.
WHAT are you doing?
under her upper lip)
Look - a walrus.
Ginger steps up on the bed and swings the ground-level window
EXT A NEIGHBOR'S YARD - NIGHT
Norman the terrier's incessant barking goes on in the
distance. The moon is full tonight.
A plastic child's playhouse sits in their next door
neighbors' back yard. A cloud of blue smoke emanates from its
doors and windows. There is an occasional FLASH! from within,
and the whir of the Polaroid's motor.
INT. PLAYHOUSE - NIGHT
In the moonlight, the joint's cherry burns hell-fire red. A
couple of Polaroid buddy-shots sit at their feet. Brigitte
tokes and passes the jay to Ginger..
How'l1 you know when you finally
get it any ways?
Prob'ly feel like peein' your
Well I'm not too excited.
(checking her watch)
We're missing Unsolved
Wish I was an unsolved mystery.
Brigitte reflects on this heavy thought, nodding - stoned.
Hey. You smell somethin' gross?
GINGER SNAPS - WALTON/July 15, 1996 22
EXT. NEIGHBOR'S YARD - NIGHT
The girls sniff around the playhouse. Ginger steps on
something that makes an evil squeeshy sound. She skids and
ends up on her ass.
This is so not my day.
Brigitte helps her to her feet. Ginger shakes what she
slipped on off her shoe. It's a long, ropy intestine. She
drags her shoe to get the blood and goo of it.
Nice. Dog shit.
recognize the smell)
That isn't shit... it's death.
A line of blood and gore trails across the grass to a back
lane. Brigitte follows it. Ginger looks around for something
on the ground.
Great. Lost the jay. Great.
EXT. SERVICE LANE - NIGHT
Ginger joins Brigitte, who's squatted before another dog's
body. This one's a fresh kill.
Ack, it's still warm, gross.
Brigitte takes its picture FLASH! with the Polaroid, which is
strung around her neck.
Why every dog but the mutt next
door to us?
Hey, we could take it home. Try
like, an autopsy. Like, crack
Nah. Let's put ' im in there so
he won't. Lraumatize the kiddies.
Ginger indicates a construction dumpster on the end of the
lane. Disappointed, Bee rolls down her sleeves to cover her
hands. Ginger does the same and they shovel the body onto
They trot the dog over to the dumpster. Brigitte sulks.
We never do what I wanna do.
Oh, c' mon. Would stink up the
They hoist the dog up and dump it in the dumpster. It's hind
end sticks out. Brigitte climbs into the dumpster, dragging
it all the way in.
Dusting herself off, Ginger notices some blood on her thigh.
Ginger wipes at the blood with her hand. More appears. She
lifts up the hem of her skirt. Her face falls. She looks
around. She slips her fingers up to her crotch. Her hand
comes out bloody.
Bee. I JUST got the curse.
Brigitte stops rooting garbage over the dog.
Ginger wiggles her wet fingers at her.
We gotta go home.
Brigitte catches her kilt on a nail sticking out of a plank
in the trash.
Something is crunching through the leaves toward them. Ginger
peers out into the darkness.
A few homes down, a garage's motion-sensitive security lamp
trips on. Ginger squints, blinded.
Brigitte contorts to deal with the nail. Brigitte tears her
hem free and jumps down. The light snaps off.
Let's go this way.
Brigitte dips a hand back into the dumpster for the plank
with the nail. Off Ginger's look, Brigitte shrugs.
They start walking down the lane. The greenery behind them
starts swelling again. The leaves crunch, faster.
Brigitte and Ginger look at one another, and walk faster. The
lane empties behind a deserted strip mall.
EXT. STRIP MALL LOT - NIGHT
Whatever is behind them knocks an empty trash can over.
Brigitte grabs Ginger's arm, scared.
This is stupid. We're getting
farther from home.
Ginger is pissed off now. she turns to confront their
(to the darkness)
All right you ass-/
She's cut cold by a roaring blur of speeding fur and teeth
and claws: SOMETHING takes Ginger down hard.
We cannot see it as a whole, we can't make out what it is.
It's big, heavy, and raging. Immense jaws snap vicious teeth,
going for Ginger's jugular. Brigitte drops her plank.
GINGER & BRIGITTE
Brigitte grabs and kicks at the creature. Ginger raises her
arms and covers her head, screeching and kicking. The thing
grabs Ginger by the scruff and shakes the living daylights
out of her.
BEEEEEI HELP MEEE! BEEEEE!!!1!
Brigitte snatches up the plank with the nails. Brigitte
brings it down hard on the thing, screaming. She smacks it
once, twice. The plank pops a shot off the camera: FLASH! A
horrible set of jaws and one golden eye are caught for a
split second in the light.
The third hit evokes a yelp and the thing backs off,
snarling.. Brigitte quakes with the board raised, ready. The
thing skitters before her as she screams.
Ginger scrambles to her foot and grabs Bee with bloodied
Brigitte drops the plank and they run like hell.. for a main
thorough-way ahead. It pursues them.
EXT. THE THOROUGH-WAY - NIGHT
The late-night traffic is light but consistent. The thing is
At a dead run Brigitte and Ginger sail between moving cars.
The thing burns behind them.
The girls are barely missed by an approaching truck. There is
a long blast of a horn.
Then a sickening thud. Brakes squeal incto a stop as a
horrible dragging/ scrain fills the night air.
The girls crash to the sidewalk, spilling over top of one
another. They glance over their shoulders, even as they
disappear into a new residential stretch.
The COUNTY REGREENING PROGRAM truck sits at a right angle in
the road, it's front end smashed.
Sam slowly opens the cab door. He staggers to the bloody
grill, clearly shaken.
He looks under the truck, and follows a wet trail of gore
back behind it to the mangled furry mass about twenty feet
back. He takes it in, stunned.
Then Sam vomits.
INT. GIRLS BEDROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte scrambles through the window and helps Ginger
through after her. They're bloody, sweaty and tearful. They
slump shaking, side by side on Ginger's bed, catching their
Brigitte notices the rivulets of blood trickling down
Ginger's arms. Ginger's shirt is soaking with growing red
Ginger looks at herself. Ginger starts to cry.
The fuck was that, Bee?
INT. ATTACHED BATHROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte flings open the vanity and collects various first
aid items: gauze, tape, band-aids, iodine. She snags a
washcloth and wets it at the tap.
I couldn't remember Ginger
Brigitte flies out to,
INT. GIRLS BEDROOM - NIGHT
where Ginger is painfully pealing off her shirt, shaking and
Brigitte offers Ginger the wet cloth, but Ginger's helpless.
Ginger, sshhh, don't, 'kay.
Carefully, Brigitte begins to dab at Ginger's arms with it,
wiping off the blood. Ginger flinches.
The damage is gradually revealed: massive claw marks, deep
scratches, and puncture wounds - BITE MARKS. Brigitte's eyes
fill with tears.
Okay, this is really bad. You
need a doctor, Ginge', I can't
stop all the -/
No! Not tellin' anybody! Bee?!
Nobody. Get in shit for bein'
out, smokin' up - don't tell.
What if you get, sick? What if
these bites get infected?
Fine! I won't tell!
Brigitte starts tearing off strips of gauze and taping it on
thick. Oblivious, Ginger fumbles for a smoke. She can't get
the lighter to work.
Wanted to kill me! I could tell.
(giving into tears)
I know, I know. I was so scared,
I thought you were -/
Me too. Don't say it. I know.
Brigitte lights her smoke for her. Ginger takes a drag and
passes it back to Brigitte.
Fuck. You okay?
Brigitte resumes her first aid.
BR IG ITTE
Yeah, I'm okay.
Why!?? Why me?
It was crazy, it was like rabid
or somethin' -- Shit, look at the
size of these bites!
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay.
Right? It's okay.
Brigitte doesn't look convinced. Brigitte snaps the port of
an internal vacuum system open and reaches into the tube.
She withdraws a sample-size of Jack Daniels.
Ginger glugs some down, and passes the last mouthful left to
Brigit.t.e. Brigitte waves it. away, -,o Ginger finishes it al.l.
I seen this thing, on bears?
Said bears'd come after like,
chicks on the rag. 'Cause of
Wasn't my fault!
I didn't say that.../
Wasn't a f uckin' bear either.
Whatever it was, it wasn't a
I know, I'm not /
Do I stink? Can you smell it?
BR IG ITTE
No! Geez, I was jus', whatever.
A heavy silence falls between them. Brigitte keeps working.
Doesn't feel anythin' like
peeing your pants, by the way.
It's gross though. It's really
gross. I better, ya know, deal
Ginger's only half-bandaged up. she staggers to the bathroom
and shuts the door. Brigitte eyes the Polaroid camera: a
picture sits ready to be dispensed.
She pulls it free. We do not see the photo. Brigitte's eyes
bug out as she examines it.
The toilet flushes in the bathroom and Brigitte pushes the
photo under the pillow on her bed. Shaking her head.
It was blurry. It was really
outta focus, so. Ya couldn't
TELL it was really anything.
Ginger emerges pulling uncomfortably at her crotch. she
climbs painfully onto her bed, and collapses.
That booze - straight to my
You really okay?
Ginger-es eyes are already fluttering shut.
You saved me. Love you. Bee.
Brigitte leans in, listening to Ginger breathe.
Me too, Ginge'.
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INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT
Brigitte sits straight up in bed, sweating, with eyes wide.
I woke up later, I thought the
thing was in our room.
Brigitte peers at Ginger: she's snoring. Brigitte pulls out
the Polaroid and fires up her lighter to see by. This time we
see it too. A streak of fur, fangs and a golden glinting eye.
Then I remembered Sam the tree
planter killed it with his
truck, an' we were okay.
.But really, Ginger -? well.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH GROUNDS - DAY
It's noon hour. The grounds are full. of teens.
Brigitte is eating as she ticks off the fourth day in
Ginger's feminine hygiene calendar. Brigit:Le counts 28 days
from the first check mark. Her pen hovers over the date:
Halloween, arid the next full moon. The first day was a full
moon. Brigitte slowly circles them both.
Ginger wears long sleeves to hide her bandages, and shades.
She's looking BOYS up and down as they pass. Ginger's stomach
is growling. An untouched sandwich sits on her lap.
Gonna eat that?
Ginger shakes her head as she picks at her bandages. Brigitte
Mmm! Sad, but Pamela's egg salad
is her best thing. Like that she
Like, when she puts the baby
And she gobs on it and adds
those hard little pieces of
Ginger pulls at her own crotch.
Sorry. Pads suck, so ya know.
Should eat something.
Thanks Pamela, I'm aware.
Off Brigitte's insulted look,
T dunno, I'm all blaaahh, I got
this, like I can taste what I
want, but nothin's it. Ya know?
Brigitte stops in mid-chew.
Yeah. I crave. Ya know?
Brigitte chews very slowly as she stares at Ginger. Ginger
squints at Jason and his pals across the yard.
McCardy's a stoner right?
C'mon, I wanna feel better.
Ginger heads off toward the boys - without waiting. Brigitte
is in mid-,mouthful, and has to scramble to catch up.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH GROUNDS/SCHOOL STEPS - DAY
Jason and his pals' butcho conversation sputters as Ginger
strides up like a cat in heat. Brigitte stumbles up behind
her, keeping her distance.
GINGER SNAPS - WALTON/July 15, 1998 32
Uh - hi.
Hey. So. Nice day, blah blah
blah. Got any smoke?
Smoke. Grass, weed, dope, green,
EXT. SCHOOL PARKING LOT - DAY
Brigitte hesitates before a rusted-out old boogie van, it's
rear door open and waiting. Blue smoke billows out. of the
interior. Brigitte looks confused.
I was all like, so who are you,
an' what have you done with my
Brigitte climbs in.
INT. VAN - DAY
Ginger, Jason, Tim, Frank and Jeremy sit toking a gagger. The
guys are giddy with lust. Brigitte is huddled in a corner,
Jason hands Ginger the joint, making sure their fingers
Hey. I thought your slide show
in art was cool.
Oh yeah/Unh-huh/Very cool.
Jason and Ginger exchange a coy smile that makes Brigitte
toke really hard on her pass.
Brigitte passes the dube to Tim, who winks at her. Brigitte
sneers and looks at her watch. She makes a pained face at
Ginger, but is ignored.
Yeah. This guy we know? Learned
hydrophonics in the pen, man.
Brigitte gapes at Ginger, who does not respond. Brigitte
hides beneath her hair and presses even further into a
corner. She starts quietly ripping up the corner of the old
There is a codified knock on the vain door. Brigitte jumps.
speak of the devil. Enter!
The back doors open and Sam (the tree planter) stands in
silhouette, backlit by the day. His battered county truck
waits behind him. He has a pit bull with him - MORELY.
Sam the Man! Hey Morely!
Sam and Morely hop in and close the doors. Brigitte is frozen
at the sight of Sam up so close.
Whoa dude. What happened to
Shit. Had an accident on the
403. It was weird it../
Morely stomps into Brigitte's lap, sniffing her crotch.
Sorry about him, he's an ass
hole. Morely! My girlfriend's,
she won't leave him at home
alone any more. Ya know, dog
killers. Morely, no! Sit!
Brigitte's mouth is hanging open. Morely slobbers all over
I know, I look like an asshole.
Ginger's perma-smug smile fades as she makes eye contact with
Morely. Morel growls at her. Sam is about to resume his
accident story when,
Watcha got for us?
Sam produces several baggies of grass. Morely's hackles rise.
Brigitte looks from the dog to Ginger, Ginger squirms.
New harvest, see whatcha think.
What's your problem? Never seen
a pretty girl before?
Ginger sneers at Morely and Morely bares his teeth.
(digging out cash)
Morely bursts out barking and charges at Ginger.
Mayhem as the guys try to contain the dog in the small space.
Jason uses the opportunity to shield Ginger for a free body
press. Brigitte gets banged and shoved.
Ginger kicks and screams at the dog, her boot connects
squarely with his snout. Morely keels back, and Sam snaps
Sorry, he's not really like
this. I'm really sorry.
Jus' get'im out!
I'm really - well, see you guys.
And in another flash of daylight, Sam and Morely are gone.
Brigitte looks longingly at the closed door.
The stone has set in, and everyone but Brigitte giggles as
they settle. Brigitte takes in the Lesser Mortals like
Yeah. Just hate dogs.
They give one another this corny smile. Brigitte bugs her
eyes at Ginger. Ginger rises reluctantly.
Well. Thanks for the smoke.
Maybe we could --/
Ginger places a finger to her lips, then makes a finger gun
and shoots him.
I'll letcha know.
Ginger grins ear-to-ear, elbowing Brigitte. Ginger kicks the
van doors open and saunters out. Brigitte :Follows, trying not
INT. SCHOOL CAN - DAY
Brigitte stands stoned out of her bean in the girls'
washroom. She imitates Ginger's cavalier farewell from the
I'll letcha, I'll jus' let-choo
know. Bud. .So Ginger. Wanna
tell me about you and like, the
planet yer currently visiting?
No answer. Brigitte squints at the tampon dispenser next to
her. She tries to work it without putting money in. She
smacks her dry lips. Brigitte bends over the sink and drinks
from the tap.
GINGER SNAPS- WALTON/July 15, 1996 36
Brigitte doesn't hear her over the roar of the tap in her
face. It shuts off automatically over her gaping mouth.
Brigitte puts her finger up the spout and almost gets it
Brigitte shuffles to the wrong door, opens it and finds it
empty. She giggles and moves to the next one.
That smoke fucked me _up._ up.
Brigitte finds Ginger with her shirt and all, the bandages
peeled off. she is dabbing at herself with wads of toilet
The scratches and bites are oozing a clear gelatinous goo,
under which a fine film of dark hairs have sprouted.
Brigitte steps into the stall agape. The door hits her on the
INT. BATHROOM STALL - DAY
Ginger and Brigitte stand nose to nose in the stall. Brigitte
has not fully closed the door. Ginger is just as stoned as
Geez that's not right.
1 didn't think.
What's the sticky stuff?
GINGER SNAPS - WALTON/July 15, 1996 37
Brigitte carefully rubs a finger over the fuzzy hair in the
I got it on my tits too, look.
Weird. Does it hurt?
No, it's itchy. I can't have a
hairy chest Bee, that's fucked.
Yeah, like forget that tattoo
The idiocy of the looks of awe on the other's face makes them
both crack up.
This isn't funny.
BR I G ITTE
I know, but okay. what I think?
(she counts on her
Attacked. On a full moon. Now,
I'm not Harry, I'm Ginger.
Stop, I'm serious. Think about
Ginger stops laughing long enough to let the suggestion
That's so stupid!
They both burst into gales again. There is a sound outside
the stall, as
INT. BATHROOM PROPER - DAY
The Trinas prance in to powder their noses. The Trina grabs
the first stall door -- Brigitte and Ginger's.
Brigitte and Ginger stand frozen like the proverbial deer in
headlights. Trina does not see Ginger's transformation. But
Ginger Is just doing her top up.
Trina backs away, her hands to her mouth.
Gawd: They're lesbos!
Brigitte smacks her forehead. Ginger steps out and leers at
Trina, licking her lips in a grotesque mock-lust. The Trinas
shrink back against the farthest wall.
Yeah, who's next? I'm still
Brigitte's jaw drops. Ginger turns to leave and the Trinas,
start to relax. Ginger whips around again:
(barking like a dog)
Rrr-uf, ruf, rr-of-rufrf
Ginger gives the Trinas a good dead-eyed stave, and walks
out. Brigitte stumbles out after her.
INT. BIOLOGY LAB - DAY
Today's assignment is hacking up little pig feti.
'Course Trina din't waste any
Trina stares Brigitte down as she folds up a note and passes
it to a classmate. It is read and passed on by every kid in
the room during this scene.
Brigitte holds her scalpel over the over their piggy -
hesitating. Ginger's attention is riveted on the little
They're all looking at us.
Ginger looks up at Jason, who is reading the note. Jason
smiles at Ginger and destroys the note. Trina seethes.
Ginger grabs the knife from Brigitte. she makes a deep
incision in the pig's belly.
So! You're growing fur an,
acting like a nut, is so!
Ginger spies two girls giggling at her. Using both hands
Ginger cracks the carcass. wide open like a clam. Ginger digs
in, gouging out the pig's parts with her bare hands. Ginger
breaks into a sweat, her breathing gets heavy.
Brigitte cautiously looks around at their classmates. she
moves to shield Ginger from prying eyes.
hold on, I'm goi.n' for the
Ginger has begun scraping away at the pig's cranium with her
finger nails. A sickening creak, snap, and the brain is
exposed. Ginger - unconsciously - licks her fingers as she
admires its frontal lobe.
Brigitte fights a ralph.
Can't believe you did that!
Before Brigitte can answer, Ginger lifts the brain out on her
finger tips, gently pushes Brigitte out of her way and...
Whap! The brain lands squarely on Trina's head. Trina
Ha-ha! Bull's eye!
Ginger Fitzgerald! Hall, NOW!
What, it slipped!
As Ginger stomps out with the teacher. Brigitte and Trina
gape at one another.
INT. GYNECOLOGIST'S EXAMINING ROOM - DAY
That week, Ginger was all over
the map. She was the goddamn
schizo poster girl. She forgot
the gyno guy. I couldn't believe
she forgot. She promised.
Brigitte is dying a thousand deaths on the examining table
with her feet in stirrups. The GYNECOLOGIST is examining
A NURSE stands next to him, smiling benignly as she passes
him the contraption used to take a pap smear. Brigitte is
almost in tears.
Same moment in the examination procedure, but now Ginger is
in the stirrups. And the doctor is shocked at his findings.
What the -?
INT. EXAMINATION ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Brigitte gives Ginger a pout as they both shift uncomfortably
in their seats.
The doctor is gulping cups of water from the water cooler,
his hand shaking. He talks to Pamela like the girls aren't
I've never seen anything like
it. She's not built like a
normal girl. I've sent samples
to the lab. But this is very,
Brigitte pokes Ginger in the ribs. Ginger doesn't like this,
and pushes Brigitte so hard she almost falls off her chair.
INT GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
The window is open. Norman the terrier yams.
Ginger is in a tank shirt which reveals her hair growth is
spreading. Brigitte is sitting at. the desk with a pile of
What're you, nuts? I got a skin
If you just gotta skin thing why
does it get worse everytime yer
being a bitch? Why's the gyno
say you're a monster inside?
He din't say that!
BR I G ITTE
Just listen to these symptoms!
I'm takin' a shower.
Ginger slams the bathroom door shut. Brigitte consults her
books, and the feminine hygiene calendar 10 days are
ticked off. Norman the terrier barks on.
"The key to his survival is a
constant diet of fresh warm-
blooded victims. His appetite is
insatiable, and grows with each
kill. But his appetite is also
the key to his own demise,
INT. GIRLS' ATTACHED BATH - MEANWHILE/NIGHT
Ginger is in the shower. she runs shaking hands over her
body. Ginger hears Norman's barking as super-amplified.
Its persistence is making her mental.
BRIGITTE (V/0 - CON'T)
".. .for eventually the blood-
lust over-takes human reason,
overtakes oven the instinct for
self-preservation, and he will
risk all for the excitement of
the euphoric high of his
Ginger shaves the delicate area around her ankles. She cuts
herself and freaks. Ginger snaps the Lady Bic in half and
throws the pieces hard against the shower wall.
Fuck fuck fuck FUCK
There are two other broken razors in the stall, stuffed with
hairs. Blood mixes with the water and swirls around her
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
The doq is still barkin .outside. Brigitte closes her book.
But see all the books and movies
an' shit said it had to be a
full moon, that it'd be all at
once. An, ya know, not one word
about chick werewolves on the
Ginger flings open the door, tears to the window, hauls
herself out and is gone. Brigitte is after her in a heart
EXT. YARD NEXT DOOR - NIGHT
Ginger is over the fence with ease. Norman barks more,
EXT. FITZGERALD YARD - MEANWHILE/NIGHT
Brigitte can't vault the fence. She clambers up a shared tree
at the fence line to see.
Ginger tries to grab the dog but he dances around her,
barking like crazy. She grabs his snout with her bare hands
and he bites her hard.
Now livid, Ginger takes up a dead tree branch.
Up in the tree, Brigitte hides her face in her hands.
Ginger (:racks the stick over the dog's head. The yelping
stops but Ginger keeps hitting. Blood splatters over her
face. And Ginger tastes it.
Ginger drops her stick. She drags the body into the hedge
next to the fence.
Brigitte lowers her hands from her eyes. Ginger is directly
below her, concealed from the house by the shrubs.
Ginger falls to her knees before the corpse. She lifts a
rattling hand to touch him. She lowers her face to the bloody
mess. She's sweating, vibrating, physically resisting an
irresistible drive. Ginger's tongue slips between her lips.
And Ginger licks Morely's body.
Oh. No. G-ginger -!
Ginger begins to eat the dead dog. The feed. quickly becomes
a ravenous frenzy.
Above her, Brigitte leans over the branch she's barely
balancing on, hyperventilating.
Vomit sails down from Brigitte's perch.
GINGER SNAPS- WALTON/July 15, 1996 44
The porch light comes on behind Ginger.
BR IG ITTE
Brigitte scrambles down the tree and yanks Ginger off the
dog. Ginger's face is smeared in blood. Ginger's stunned, and
reels dizzily. They crouch, waiting.
Their NEIGHBOR opens the screen door, shaking a box of dog
Dore-maan! Tweat-time! Hunh.
The neighbor steps into the yard. Approaches the hedge.
Stops right before them - they can see a pair of slippers
twitching in the grass. Then they disappear, the porch light
switches off, the screen door shuts.
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - LATER SAME NIGHT
Brigitte sits staring into space. Ginger is showering in the
Ho-ow much is that daw-gy in the
Ever been too sick to be sick?
Like the bottom of your stomach
is wrapped over the top of your
There is a knock at the door. Brigitte checks the dead bolt
Who's showering so late?
Brigitte throws up her hands: what an idiotic conversation.
Dirty!? How'd she get/
BR IG ITTE
I'm tryin' to study, here!
oh, all right then.
Brigitte slumps against the door. The showers stops.
Ginger appears in a towel, pink and clean and freshly furry
in places. She's in a really good mood. She takes one look
at Brigitte's face of doom and tries to be serious.
I couldn't help it. Really.
Guess you were right.
Ginger finds and lights a smoke.
You know what's really weird?
Weirder than KILLING A DOG AND
I liked it. I liked it a lot. I
feel all fucki.n' goofy now.
Like, I dunno. Like .happy?
Brigitte shakes her head over and over.
I feel like I just got off the
Planet Smasher ride at WarWorid,
okay? It rules!
Ginger leaps to the stereo and blasts on some tunes. She
flails around the room wildly. Ginger grabs Brigitte by the
arms and makes her dance too. Ginger spins and spins
Brigitte, who fights it but laughs.
So she'd killed Norman. 1 never
seen anyone bliss out like that.
I wanted to be so blissed, jus'
There is repeated pounding on their door. Brigitte still
entangled in Ginger, hits the music off.
Little late for that, girls.
They stand in each other's arms listening to Pamela mount the
stairs OFF SCREEN.
Ginger shoves Brigitte backward onto her bed. Ginger piles
on top of her, playfully pinning her down.
I want more.
Brigitte squirms fitfully.
BR IG ITTE
No, it's too gross! You'll get
Not if you help. Bee. I'm
Brigitte looks into her sister's beaming face.
Jus' keep watch. Look, I'm gonna
be somethin' totally else. Tell
me you don't so dig it. Tell me
you don't wanna see what
Straight up? Crazy's contagious.
EXT. VARIOUS STREETS & YARDS - VARIOUS NIGHTS
Bailey Downs sleeps soundly as the hunt begins. The moon is a
sliver of its former self.
Ginger cocks her head at the sound of a dog barking. She
lifts her nose into the wind and sniffs. Ginger is prowls
like a wild cat through yards and service lanes, as
A study in much less stealth, Brigitte stumbles, trips and
slips after Ginger. Splits her sweats climbing fences. Loses
a shoe over garage roofs, gets caught in automated lawn
sprinklers, falls into hidden cellar window troughs, as
A series of dogs perk their ears and snarl from their dog
houses, chains, and porch perches...
Low whistles and smoochy sounds lure the dogs into bushes,
behind cars, around fences. Strings of dogs' chains strain
tight, then slacken...
Ginger - wild-eyed, bloody-mouthed, and euphoric - tosses
collars at Brigitte. Brigitte misses most of the tosses. She
picks up the collars and fingers these souvenirs with
EXT. A BACK YARD - DAWN
A LITTLE KID decked out for hockey practice waddles into his
yard with a full dog food dish. His feet squish along his
pet's entrails. He finds his dog's body and drops the dish
with a clatter on the cement patio.
CUT BACK TO:
Days get ticked off on the feminine hygiene calendar...
We became the Beast of Bailey
Downs. We got good..
The moon vanishes, then reappears in as a First Quarter, as
Brigitte's getting the hang of things, she practices expert
surveillance from car roofs, throws stones to trip motion-
sensitive lamps, starts moving like a super spy, taking
crime-scene style Polaroids of their victims, as
Ginger's kills get quicker, she gets wilder, more daring,
more ruthless, and...
Brigitte gets cooler, confident, collected. She's mapping out
attack routes and leading the frothing Ginger to the big
scores, like dog kennels...
The more we did, the crazier she
EXT. BAILEY HIGH SPORTS FIELD - NIGHT
Under a swelling moon Brigitte and Ginger tear around in the
dark, screaming and laughing and rough-housing.
INT GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte shoves a fist-full of collars under their
JUMP BACK TO:
On the field, Ginger climbs up on the goal post and walks
carefully across the narrow beam.
The crazier she got, the more
she needed me. I liked that
In their room, Brigitte helps Ginger shave her back. Ginger
trims her elongating nails. Brigitte plucks hairs from
Ginger's palms. Ginger brushes her teeth and a piece of tooth
comes off - she has a little fang.
on the field both Brigitte and Ginger hang upside down from
the goal post by their knees. Brigitte is wearing a dog
collar as a necklace. They are laughing their heads off and
trying to pull each other's shirts down to expose each
GINGERSNAPS - WALTON/July 15, 1996
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - DAWN
Ginger holds her mattress up while Brigitte stuffs handfuls
of the collars underneath. They collapse, exhausted. Ginger
crawls on her hands and knees to the toilet in the
INT. ATTACHED BATH - DAWN
Ginger drinks out of the toilet like a dog.
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - MEANWHILE/DAWN
Ginger burps loudly and crawls back to join her sister, who
offers her a cigarette.
BR IG ITTE
You love it.
Brigitte examines the feminine hygiene calendar. In it, a
cartoon of a female egg is personified with a heels and
sunglasses, strutting across the date.
trey, look yer ovulating.
Ginger rubs her belly.
I'm still hungry, Bee.
How can you - you've done every
dog we can
It's not enough. I want
somethin'... I need more.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH - DAY
All the kids lounging on the grounds double-take the
Fitzgerald girls' entrance this morning.
Ginger is babe-alicious in a hot tiny tee, boots, shades and
very short shorts. She projects unbearably untouchable.
Brigitte flanks her without the wardrobe, but the attitude is
GINGER SNAPS -WALTON
Jason gapes as Ginger heads toward him with an unlit smoke
between her pointy teeth. She leaves an inch between his
chest and her breasts.
Got a light, Jace'?
Jason and his pals all fumble for lighters and five little
flames appear before her smoke. She lights her smoke on
Jason's, and exhaling looks him up and down. The boys flames
go out, all at once.
My sister would like one also.
obediently, they all light up for Brigitte. Brigitte falters
before the attention. At Ginger's nod, Brigitte lights up
Ginger turns to see Trina and the Clones sizing her up.
Ginger seems to tower over the Trinas today. Trina can't
match the menace. Ginger exhales smoke in Trinals face and
climbs the steps into the school.
Brigitte double-takes Ginger's back. Ginger's spine is
protruding sharply through her shirt. Trina leers at
Better watch your back,
Brigitte snorts and follows Ginger in.
(under her breath)
Like I'm scared.
INT ENGLISH CLASS - DAY
Ginger chews her nails like a dog does when cleaning them.
Brigitte and the rest of the class watch an RCMP OFFICER
holding a reward poster at the front of the room.
we need your cooperation. If
you know anything about the so-
called Beast of Bailey Downs,
call in. You can be anonymous.
Ha! As if they weren't already.
But your pets aren't safe until
the perpetrator is caught.
Ginger sighs loudly and Brigitte prods her.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH SPORTING FIELD - DAY
The girls' gym class is prepping for lacrosse again. The
Trinas square off across the half-way mark from Ginger. Mz.
Sykes blows her whistle. The scrimmage begins.
Trina whips the Indian rubber ball right into Ginger's face.
Ginger drops her stick and launches herself at Trina.
Play stops with the whistle, but Ginger and Trina are just
going at it. Ginger's winning. Trina bites Ginger's sore arm
and Ginger rakes her nails over Trina's neck.. Ginger draws
Mz. Sykes breaks it up by dragging Ginger off Trina. Sykes
tends to Triria, who bawls.
Ginger wipes her bloody hand over her mouth.
Ginger's rolling the taste of Trina's blood around in her
You can't do that, That's human
blood! .Feel anything?
Brigitte and Ginger stare at one another. Ginger first shakes
her head., but then nods. Ginger looks around and whispers
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It's sick but - I'm all like
Brigitte makes a sour face.
What, she started it!
Brigitte watches Ginger march to the sidelines, throwing off
her gear as she goes.
Pick that stuff up!
Ginger gives Sykes the finger without looking back. Brigitte
INT. BAILEY HIGH HALLS - DAY
Brigitte waits outside a door marked GUIDANCE.
Trina struggles by with the help of her clones. Trina sports
a big ugly bandage on her neck, knees and an arm in a sling.
She shoots Brigitte a Death Stare.
Yer bitch sister's dead, freak.
(under her breath)
Jason lopes up. He indicates the guidance office door.
Ginger in there again?
Brigitte ignores him.
Cool. Um. Look, Belinda...
Right, right. T'd really like to
take yer sister out. Think you
could ask her for me?
Brigitte' s face clouds.
Hey. I could fix you up too. I
Fuck. Never mind, I'll ask her
(under his breath)
Jason takes a post on the opposite Brigitte to wait. Brigitte
glares at him.
INT. GUIDANCE OFFICE - DAY
The grossly over-weight guidance councilor, MR. WAYNE, is
perched on the edge of his fake wood desk, holding their
death slides (from the credit sequence) up to the fluorescent
light. His arm pits are stained with sweat.
Ginger slumps in a chair before him. There is a fish bowl
full of condoms on his desk. Ginger picks one out, unwrapping
it, examining it as he talks.
Look, you keep getting sent
here. We might as well be
I don't do friendly, Mr. Wayne.
Hey. I know where you're coming
from. I was a kid once too.
Really? So was I. Weird.
Ginger fakes an eye-lash batting smile. She winds the condom
over her erect fingers.
Okay, you aren't a kid. You're a
young adult. With some issues.
Let's explore them.
GINGER SNAPS - WALTON/July 15, 1996 54
Ginger rubs the condom's lubricant between her two free
fingers, intrigued by the texture.
Hey. I'm reaching out here.
Your plays for attention are a
cry for help, aren't they?
Is it a problem at home? With
They think I'm cute.
Mr. Wayne sighs.
Maybe I ought to split you and
your sister up.
Aw, c'mon Mr. Wa-ayne. Divide
aii' conquer? That's so old.
Hey. You're antisocial,
antagonistic, and now violent.
The point of high school is you
learn to develop a place for
yourselves in society.../
'Long as you like it.
As long as you're at this school
young lady, I better like it.
Ginger gives him a cold, dead stare.
consider this your final
warning. I see you outta line
again, and we're talking
expulsion. And don't look at me
like that, missy.
INT. BAILEY HIGH HALLS - DAY
Ginger slams the Guidance office door on her way out.
Fuckin' guidance my ass.
She pounds her fist into a locker and makes a dent. Brigitte
cringes. Ginger admires the damage.
Ginger notices Jason and visibly brightens.
Hey. whatcha doin' now?
Wanna go for a ride?
Sure. C'mon Bee.
Jason and Brigitte's faces darken simultaneously.
Ginger, we should get home.
No we shouldn't.
Brigitte drags Ginger aside. Ginger notes Brigitte's hand
squeezing her arm with a dangerous look.
Twenty minutes ago you coulda
killed somebody. Is this really
a good time to start dating? I
don't think so.
Ginger shakes Brigitte's hand off.
Well, I do.
Why?! Look, grow up a little an'
maybe you'll get it
Forget it, I'm goin'. I'll draw
ya a picture later, 'kay?
Ginger takes Jason's hand and pulls him off to the exit.
Jason gives Brigitte SUCH a smug look over his shoulder.
Brigitte stands alone in the hall, gaping after them.
EXT BAILEY HIGH - LATE DAY
When Henry renovated the
basement, to build our room? I
was like ten an, in the way an,
shit. Well, he rammed iue with
this beam, right in my stomach.
Brigitte wanders over the emptying school. lot. She looks
small and alone. She looks disoriented.
But all the air came outta my
lungs at once an, I kept tryin'
to breathe but I couldn't. I
forgot all about that. Till like
Brigitte consults the hygiene calendar. Ginger's ending the
third week of checked-off days. A special note on today's
date asks DO YOU HAVE PMS?
EXT. HILL CREST -- DUSK
Jason's van is parked on a rise that offers an impressive
overview of Bailey Downs. Crickets sing. The moon is rising.
INT. THE VAN - DUSK
Ginger and Jason sit in the front seat of his van. They're
making out. Ginger is enjoying herself. Ginger bites his lip.
Ginger draws blood.
Ouch! whoa. Can't believe you
never had a boyfriend...
Ginger licks his blood from her own lips and freezes dead
cold. Jason dives back at her for more. Ginger looks both
aroused and unnerved by her arousal. Ginger's stomach growls.
Ginger pushes Jason off of her.
I have to go. It's getting late.
It's only six o'clock.
Jason presses himself on her again. Ginger shoves him off,
Oh. Now you get all moody on me?
Hey_ You got no idea.
EXT. HILLCREST - DUSK
Ginger slams the van door and rushes away from the van.
Chicks, yer all the same!
Ginger stops in her tracks. She shakes her head and continues
EXT. BAILEY STREET - DUSK
Brigitte shuffles along the curb, the picture of dejection.
She slows to watch Sam loading some enormous tree branches
into the back of his truck, packing up for the night: lie has
been cutting back an enormous tree in someone's front yard.
when Sam glances her way, Brigitte picks up her pace without
EXT. PARK AREA - NIGHT
Trina wears a radio headset that pounds post-disco dance mix
as she jogs. Morely dashes in and out of the surrounding
greenery. He dashes in once more, and does not reappear.
Trina looks back expectantly. She runs in place, waiting for
him. She heads back, looking for him.
Ginger pops out of the brush before Trina. Gingers face
smeared with blood from Mo.rely. Ginger grins insanely. Ginger
wiggles Morely's collar. Trina clicks off her head set.
INT FITZGERALD BUNGALOW - NIGHT
Brigitte descends the stairs to her room. Music blasts from
Brigitte? Tell your sister to
turn that stereo down!
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM -- NIGHT
Brigitte lets herself in. The music is now deafening. Trina
is bound in a chair at the end of her bed, screaming her head
off. Her screams are buried by the music. Brigitte slams and
locks the door behind her.
(yelling over noise)
Stop screaming or I'll rip your
permed head right off you neck.
An' ya know what? I can do
that. Now open wide
Ginger force-feeds Trina something on a spoon. Trina screams
with her mouth full, trying to spit it back out. Ginger
offers Trina a glass of milk.
GINGER SNAPS-WALTON/July 15, 1996 59
Blood trickles out of the corners of Trinas mouth as she
chews while bawling. Ginger sets the glass of milk on the
Ginger WHAT are you doing-!
Ginger grins and shows Bee a bowl of crushed glass and tacks.
Jus' like you said, Bee!
Brigitte grabs the bowl away: glass shards and tacks rain
Are you crazy?!
Hey! I'm Join' this for you!
As the sisters argue, Trina rocks the chair back and forth,
trying to free herself.
BR I G ITTE
Oh no, no way... No!
Yer still burnt over Jason!
BR I G ITTE
No, Ginger, I'm burnt 'cause you
don't see like jail in yer
future! You don't get how hugely
fucked this is! DO you?
Trina lurches back hard and rocks forward. Trina struggles to
get her toes to meet the floor. She lurches back for more
You sayin' I'm stupid?!
I'm sayin' she? Will tell on
you! This is someone who will
Trina throws herself forward again and her toes connect
firmly with the floor - just as her temple connects with a
sickening CRACK on the sharp corner of the desk. The milk
glass dumps on top of her.
Brigitte and Ginger look at her. Trina hangs there in the
chair at this strange angle for a moment, dripping milk.
Then Trina and the chair keel to the floor. Trina is still.
Brigitte turns the music off and creeps up to Trina. Blood
trickles out of Trina's ear and swirls into the milky glass
mess at her mouth. Her open eyes stare at nothing. She's
Ginger grabs her own right arm (most damaged by the original
attack) and shudders with pain.
Ow. Ow. Owchee-wow-ow.
Brigitte takes Trina in from head to toe. Brigitte checks
Trina for a pulse. Brigitte snaps her hand back as though it
were burned. A tremor wracks Brigitte's body and she
convulses. Brigitte runs to the bathroom. OFF SCREEN,
Brigitte throws up.
Meanwhile Ginger raises her afflicted hand. The hand is
nowsomething clearly on the way to being a wolfen paw. The
nails are black, curling claws.
Oblivious, Brigitte climbs back into bed and covers her face
with a pillow.
My life is basically over.
Awestruck, they both watch as Ginger extends and retracts her:
new set of claws.
There is a knock at the door. The girls look at one another
in mute horror. Ginger addresses the door.
Are you two fighting?!
GINGER SNAPS -WALTON/July 15. 1996 61
come on then. Dinner's ready.
Brigitte and Ginger hop up and down in a brief freak fit.
TNT FITZGERALD DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Ginger has her new paw curled up in an over-sized sweat
jacket sleeve. Brigitte stares at the stew before them with
grave distaste. Pamela has a number of used tissues around
her - she's been crying.
The gynecologist called.
Pamela grasps Ginger's gnarly arm and squeezes it through her
sleeve. Brigitte and Ginger look at Pamela's hand.
There's something wrong, Ginger.
He wants to do an ultra-sound!
Pamela, don't scare her. How
could the cells not be human
cells? we'll send you to
I'm sure your father's right.
I'm just upset... How are you
feeling, do you feel. all right?
Um. sure. Fine.
(lowering her voice)
No unusual discharge or anything
Henry, Brigitte and Ginger groan.
I worry, all right? I've made
another appointment with a new
doctor. Early next month was the
earliest he could see you. okay?
They all begin eating in silence. Except Brigitte who gags
as Henry squirts ketchup all over his stew.
EXT. NEIGHBOR'S YARD - NIGHT
Trina's body is wrapped in a bedspread and stuffed in a kid's
wagon. Brigitte is keeping a look out looking pale and
Grass and dirt spray out of the playhouse. Ginger is digging
up the ground inside doggie style. She emerges, shaking the
turf out of her new paw.
They struggle to get Trina inside, but she's already too
stiff to bend up.
Rigor mortis. Knew we shoulda
Can we do it my way now?
Brigitte hesitates, her anxieties rising.
BR IG ITTE
So is this it? You doin' people
She won't fit unless I
BR IG ITTE
You know what I mean. Just say.
I din't kill her!
But were you gonna?
There is a long pause. Ginger tries to laugh it off with,
No. I'm not doing people. No.
Brigitte takes a deep breath, nodding. She acts belief.
'Kay. .Hurry up.
Ginger drags a section of the body into the playhouse with
her. Disgusting gnashing and tearing, bones snapping and
other sounds of devouring are heard from within.
Brigitte keeps watch. Tears appear in her eyes.
The body is dragged another foot into the playhouse. Ginger
is eating Trina to make her fit in the grave.
Trina was dead. Trina was
dinner. This was BAD.An'I kept
wonderin' what Sam was doin'
right then. I couldn't help it,
he jus' kept poppin' into my
CUT TO BLACK.
INT A FAMILY-SIZE FREEZER - DAWN
Brigitte lifts the lid of a large freezer. OUR POV IS FROM
INSIDE THE FREEZER. Its light illuminates the brown paper
parcels Ginger sets inside, next to the frozen waffles and
veggies. The parcels are labeled T-bone, T-thigh, T-breast.
What Ginger couldn't finish we
froze, 'cause the less we left
for whoever would find Trina,
the better. Watch a lot of crime
Brigitte's sizing Ginger up behind her back.
Ginger finishes loading the freezer. Brigitte drops the lid.
CUT TO BLACK.
INT GIRLS' BEDROOM -- LATER THAT NIGHT
The room is dark. Ginger is asleep.
Brigitte is in bed with her back turned to Ginger's bed.
Brigitte has a penlight on a collection of open monster
books. She is examining a sketch of a plant with yellow
"The Beast was usually finally
eliminated with a bullet, the
cost of breaking the curse the
human life that bore it.,, oh
man. "However many believed
wolfs bane (see Diagram, right)
had the power not only to
protect the innocent, but calmed
those afflicted to a restored
sense of reason and self-
What:cha Join' ?
Brigitte nearly jumps into orbit, slamming her book shut as
Ginger appears over her shoulder.
Hm. Big Book of Monsters, hunh.
Thought they were useless.
BR IG ITTE
They are. Couldn't sleep. So.
Rrigitte gives Ginger a nervous smile. Ginger smiles back.
Her fangs show.
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - NEXT MORNING
Their alarm clock goes off reading 8:00 AM. Ginger's paw
comes down hard on it, cracking the plastic casing.
Brigitte is already up. She sweeps up the glass mess from the
Ginger rolls out of bed, steps over Brigitte and stumbles to
the bathroom. Ginger steps on tacks and doesn't even react.
Man, I'm not getting enough
Ginger closes the bathroom door.
Brigitte leaps to the door, looping one end of a noosed
extension cord around the handle. The other end is tied to
the door handle of the bedroom door. Brigitte checks to
ensure the latter is bolted shut.
OFF-SCREEN, the toilet flushes. OFF-SCREEN, Ginger tries to
open the door. She can't.
The fuck -? Beef
Brigitte watches the vibrating length of cord hold the door
firmly in place. Ginger bangs hard on the door.
Ginger, don't be pissed...
Open the fuckin' door you feeb.
Ginger pounds on the door with great violence.
BR I( 'TF.
Want Pamela dc h, e?
The pounding Sto2s.
We have to stop it Ginge'. If we
can. I`ll be back before dark.
Brigitte tears the page with the plant out of her book and
leaves by the window.
Told Pammy Ginger wasn't feeling
well. Just to get her checkin'
regular on. her, keep the
pressure on Ginger to be cool.
EXT COUNTY GREENHOUSES - DAY
Brigitte steps off a county bus at the drive.
There's a police car parked next to the Sam's truck. She
looks back to the bus, but the doors swing shut and it pulls
Brigitte smoothes her hair, takes a deep breath, and over-
acts innocent as she walks up.
INT COUNTY GREENHOUSE - DAY
Brigitte can hear male voices as she minces down the leafy
It's in your best interests to
My lawyer's co-operative, I just
know my rights. I don't know
where she is, I'm very
concerned. That's it, unless you
got a warrant.
She ends up backing into a COP behind some palms.
Shhh-it! I mean, sorry.
You can see I got customers, so
if that's all.
Okay. Sure. For now.
The cop gives Sam a final Dirty Harry squint and leaves.
Sam collects himself with difficulty. So does Brigitte.
if you skipped school lookin' to
score, I don't keep nothin' here
at work, sweetheart.
I din't. I mean I skipped, but-/
Hey. From Mccardy's van, right?
You know my girlfriend? Trina
You seen her today?
GINGER SNAPS- WAI.TON/July 15, 1996 67
Fuck. She's missing.
Yeah, well. Cops think I know
where she is. I don't.
Sam looks Brigitte right in the eye. Brigitte is caught up in
him for a second.
Sorry, what do you care right?
What do you need.
Um. Lookin' for this.
She holds out the torn page. Sam takes it.
Aconitum lycoctonum? Sorry.
Brigitte yanks her own hair hard. Sam smiles.
Tryin' to kill somebody?
(off her look)
Well, you know it's poisonous,
right? Wolfs bane? Deadly. Be
like stocking hemlock an, shit.
No, I thought it did something
else. Doesn't matter.
Anyways they're perennials -
only flowers in spring.
Brigitte turns to leave, hot with frustration, huinilliation.
Sam watches her stamp toward the door.
Hey. Ranunculaceae come in about
a hundred species. I've gotta
cousin, monkshood. Not so toxic.
If you're interested.
Brigitte stops and considers him.
Don't know if it'd help.
INT GREENHOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
They sit together amidst beautiful plants and flowers. Sam.
picks a tiny purple flower from a bed of young plants and
hands it to Brigitte.
S'called monkshood 'cause people
used to think it kept 'em pure
from dirty thoughts. Seriously.
Make my life easier.
Sam laughs. Surprised by this, Brigitte smiles and hides
under her hair.
This is awful. but the whole time
I was with him there? I din't
even think how I'd just put
pieces of his girlfriend in the
deep freeze, like, at all.
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - DAY
Ginger pulls with all. her might to get the door open a few
inches. The door knobs on both doors are straining.
Something starts to crack.
With ferocious effort, Ginger contorts herself through two
inches of space. The cracking is coming from Ginger as she
squeezes her body bizarre-ly out of joint, as a contortionist
Once through, she snaps and clicks her distended bones back
in place. She gasps for breath. Her face is distorted with
There is a knock on the bedroom door.
Ginger, feeling any better?
Ginger climbs noiselessly out of the window.
Ginger? You sleeping?...God, I
hate this lock, I know it's-
privacy but what if you were in
trouble in there for god's sake?
INT. BAILEY HIGH HALL - DAY
Brigitte stands at her on locker, tying a rubber band
around stalks of the monkshood. There is a goofy half-smile
on her face, and she's humming.
The book said dry it out before
using it. I figured I'd keep
Ginger locked up - feeding her
Trina - till it was ready.
she hangs the monkshood upside down in the locker. The
buzzer goes as she slams the door shut.
EXT. SERVICE LANE - DAY
Ginger stalks past the neighbor's yard with the playhouse
where Trina is buried.
EXT. PLAYHOUSE YARD - DAY
A new puppy romps. He sniffs around the edge of the
playhouse. He smells something. He starts to whine and dig.
INT. BAILEY HIGH - DAY
Ginger stomps the deserted halls, with their class schedule
in hand. Classes are in session. A fat silhouette appears-at
the end of the corridor.
Fitzgerald. Tardy! My office
Ginger faces him with a dreadful expression.
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
Brigitte slumps in her seat doodling. The RCMP officer is
back, speaking to the class. The poster this time has a class
photo of Trina.
If any of you have seen Trina
please let us know. She went
for a run this morning and has
not returned or contacted her
family or friends...
INT. GUIDANCE OFFICE - DAY
Ginger stands imposingly over Mr. Wayne in his chair.
Sit down, Ginger.
I can't stay.
I said, sit.
An' I said ./
(cutting her off)
You are expelled. This is not
your personal playground, this
is a school.
INT. GUIDANCE OFFICE -- A FEW MINUTES LATER/DAY
Ginger's good hand lifts the telephone receiver on Mr.
Wayne's desk. With her wolfen paw she dials. In the
background we see blood splattered over the walls.
Hello, main office? This is Mrs.
Fitzgerald. would you page my
daughter Brigitte please? I'm
waiting to meet her in the
guidance office. Thank you so
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
Brigitte catches herself writing Sam's name on her binder.
She scribbles it out, looking very guilty.
PA SYSTEM (O/S)
Would Brigitte Fitzgerald please
report to guidance. Brigitte
Brigitte freezes. The cop, the teacher, the whole class look
at her. Brigitte scoops up her stuff.
EXT. GUIDANCE OFFICE -- DAY
Brigitte reaches the door and finds it locked. The door opens
a crack and Ginger's transformed arm grabs Brig.iLLe, hauling
her inside. The door slams shut and locks.
INT. GUIDANCE OFFICE - DAY
Don't ever fuck with me like
You .got out.
Brigitte gapes at all the blood. Ginger is very agitated.
He asked for it. Was gonna expel
Backing away, Brigitte trips over Mr. Wayne's foot sticking
out from under the desk.
What do we do, Bee? What do we
Brigitte sinks into a chair looking completely traumatized.
Ginger hops about - charged by the kill.
C'mon we need a fuckin' plan
The school bell goes off. Brigitte snaps out of her daze,
reaches up and hits the light switch off. They now sit in
Last bell. wait till everyone
goes. We'll stuff him someplace.
Clean this up. I guess.
The sound of the full halls around them seems very loud now.
Bee, gotta a smoke?
Brigitte hands her a smoke.
Sorry about this.
Don't be mad, ' kay?
I'm not mad.
INT. BAILEY HIGH HALLS - LATER
The school is deserted. The lock pops on the Guidance door
and Brigitte and Ginger peer out. Nobody.
Stay here. Lock the door. I'll
Ginger nods. Brigitte slips out and creeps down the corridor.
Ginger shuts the door. Then Ginger whips it open again.
BR IG ITTE
Shut the door, Ginger!
Brigitte blinks at her, then continues to skulk away. The
office door shuts and the lock locking reverbs after her.
INT. ANOTHER HALLWAY - LATE DAY
Brigitte walks fast, looking for a place for the body.
She looks inside full garbage cans and sizes them up. Too
She looks up at a loose ceiling panel. She jumps a few times
trying to reach it. Too high. She gets an idea.
Brigitte jogs past the sign directing us to gym.
INT. GUIDANCE HALL - MEANWHILE
A JANITOR pushes his cart toward the guidance office. He
stops at another door, produces keys, and lets himself in.
He returns with a trash can and empties into his bin. He
replaces the can, closes the door and locks it.
INT. GUIDANCE OFFICE - MEANWHILE
Ginger, gnaws on Mr. Wayne's arm but really isn't enjoying
it. She stops in mid-chew and listens. The janitor's
footsteps approach: his cart wheels squeak
INT. GUIDANCE HALL - DAY
The janitor wheels up to the guidance office. He slides this
key in the lock.
INT. GUIDANCE OFFICE - DAY
Ginger grips the door knob as best she can with her one good
hand, her feet braced against the wall on either side.
On the other side, the janitor tugs, and tugs again.
Ginger's getting madder the more he persists.
The janitor gives the door one last wrench and it flies open.
INT. GUIDANCE HALL - DAY
Brigitte wheels a large cloth cart full of basket balls
around a corner.
The janitor crawls toward her, his hands lifted to her for
help, blood spurting from his slashed throat. He tries to
cry out, but only makes a gurgling whistle, the air in his
Qi s passing through blood.
Ginger walks behind him as he crawls. Ginger applies her boot
to his ass and makes him slip face first in his own gore.
Ginger looks up and sees Brigitte gaping in utter revulsion
at her. For a split second, Ginger stops cold. Ginger seems
to falter before her sister's horror.
Then, without breaking their locked gaze, without even
seeming conscious she's doing it - Ginger steps on the man's
fingers and breaks them with a series of snaps.
Brigitte tries to pry her eyes away, but can't.
Still staring at Brigitte, Ginger extends her claws. Ginger
shakes her head, as if to say I can't help it.. .Ginger
pounces on the man. Brigitte turns her face to the wall.
The lanitor makes a final horrible noise. The halls fall
MONTAGE: INT. SCHOOL - LATE DAY TO NIGHT
as Brigitte stuffs Mr. Wayne into the gym basket and covers
him with balls,
Ginger runs madly up and down the halls screeching and
whooping, slamming her monster arm into the lockers bashing
as Brigitte pushes the janitor's body into a ground level air
Ginger breaks the fire extinguisher out of it's case and
unleashes foam into the halls.
GINGER SNAPS -WALTON/July 15, 1996 75
Brigitte mops up the janitor's blood with his own cart stuff.
The Guidance office is already clean.
Ginger lifts the fire extinguisher over her head. She starts
running with it toward through the frosted glass window of
the main office with a triumphant war whoop.
Brigitte steps between Ginger and her target.
STOP IT! Just stop. Enough,
Ginger. Please. Please.
Ginger throws the canister any way, forcing Brigitte to dive
out of the way. SMASH! Glass rains down over. Brigitte.
Brigitte lifts her head in time to see Ginger burn down the
hall looking for more mischief.
Brigitte curls into a fetal position, burying her face in her
lap and rocks herself. Brigitte sobs.
OFF-SCREEN we hear Ginger cont.inuing her ram a e else where
in the school. Brigitte wanders up to the janitor's cart,
looking like a plane crash survivor - dazed and wretched.
Brigitte picks up a bottle of cleaning fluid. She sniffs it.
She closes her eyes and tips it back. She washes it around in
her mouth and lifts her chin to swallow. She spews it into
the air, the taste making her heave instinctively. she dry
heaves a couple of times. She throws the bottle at the wall.
INT. SCHOOL - NIGHT
Exhausted, Brigitte trails Ginger who is tired too, and
heading for the exit. They stop dead at the doors.
EXT. SCHOOL STEPS - NIGHT
A truck's headlights pin them in full view. Ginger rolls her
sleeve down over her paw. Brigitte swoons as if she might
black out on the spot.
The truck's engine cuts and the doors slowly open.
Well, well well..
GINGER SNAPS -WALTON/Jufy 15, 1996 76
Jason and his pals climb out of the van. They hold beer
bottles: they have come here to drink.
The fair sisters Fitzgerald.
Hey. How's it goin'?
You tell me.
Tim cracks the door and takes a look inside.
Holy shit - they trashed the
The guys gawk: they are very impressed.
Who--oooaa. Fuck, unbelievable!
Ginger, I had no idea.
What can I say. I had an urgo.
Cool. But. This is ya know, uh,
a bit of a problem. What's gonna
happen when they start lookin'
for the ah, people responsible?
Brigitte glares at Ginger.
You won't tell.
Oh I might.
No you won't.
Shut up. Shut up.
How ' bout a deal.
Have to be sweet.
You keep our lil' secret and I
do you. All a' you.
Brigitte slumps against the wall.
Jason gets the eager nod from his gang.
Okay, let's go.
Not now - I'm a mess. We're
(making this up as
having a Halloween party at. our
place, Friday night. We'll do it
Yeah, right Saturday. You'll
I won't ditch. But you guys say
a word about this to any one, -
and there's no action. So it's
up to you. You stay quiet, you
score. You don't - phhtt - nice
He extends his hand to shake on it. Linger shakes it
awkwardly with her good hand. Brigitte thumps her head
against the wall.
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
Ginger leans on the bathroom door, which is shut.
INT. GIRLS' BATHROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte is sitting on the closed seat of the toilet trying
to pull her hair out.
Shut up, leave me alone!
It's not that big a deal.
How can you say that! Two people
are dead because of you. Us.
They pissed me off.
Brigitte opens the bathroom door.
Oh. Then they we asking for it?
What about Jason an' them? Gonna
kill 'em all when yer done,
Ginger? 'Cause you have to take
yer clothes OFF for that shit,
they wanna SEE yer BODY for that
shit, you gonna let like five
guys live to tell how they
fucked the Beast a' Bailey
Downs? That could annoy you too!
Ginger prods a claw into Brigitte's chest, pinning her in
Think yer sooo smart? I think
yer sooo jealous.
Yeah, I'm jealous yer turning
into a nympho. I'm so jealous
yer killing people who did never
did nothing to you. Yeah Ginger.
Brigitte takes a deep breath, swallows hard.
BR IG ITTE
I don't wanna do this any more.
Ginger's claw pricks Brigitte's skin. Brigitte cringes.
Blood appears around the claw.
I'm sorry, but...!
Brigitte writhes in pain as Ginger's claw slices in deeper.
Ginger?! This is me.
Ginger retracts the claw, and Brigitte grabs the wound.
Ginger hurls Brigitte against the wall. Ginger throws herself
on top of Brigitte. Ginger raises her killing claw to
Bri g.iLt.e' s neck.
Who needs you?
Brigitte is helpless and looks terrified. Ginger's face is
contorted with intensity, with madness. Ginger's drooling. A
drip of gob drops onto Brigitte's face.
Ginger lifts Brigitte by the shirt-front and searches her
eyes. Ginger drops Brigitte to the floor and grabs her coat.
Brigitte grabs Ginger's leg.
Brigitte struggles to hang on, to rise from the floor;
Ginger's really hurt her.
Maybe we can stop it! Lemme try!
Ginger kicks free.
An' spoil my fun? I'll skin you
Brigitte struggles to a point between Ginger and the window.
BR IG ITTE
You're fucked without me.
They'll catch you. Wake up!
No, you wake up! Nobody'll live
to catch me. Yer a two-faced
lil' chicken shit? Your problem,
Brigitte. I don't need ya. I
don't WANTCHA! So stay away from
me or I'll kill you I swear I'll
have you for breakfast.
Brigitte backs out of Ginger's way.
Ginger steps up i.o the window and climbs through.
Brigitte rubs her throat, trying hard to keep breathing.
Brigitte dashes to her own bed and drags an Adidas gym bag
from under it. Brigitte starts grabbing clothes off the
floor and jamming them into the bag.
I was like, okay. Fuck you too.
She'd be sorry. And I'd be like,
I dunno - somewheres' totally
else goin' not my problem.
EXT SERVICE LANE - NIGHT
Brigitte trudges up to the bus stop next to the fence of the
playhouse yard with her full Adidas bag.
Light streams from inside the yard, multi-coloured, strobing.
It looks like a UFO has landed on the other side of the
She peers through the slats. She sees the playhouse, lit up
like a Christmas tree. She sees gloved hands and police
uniforms. Then sliding past, the long - almost endless -
shape on a stretcher being drawn out of the playhouse:
they've found Trina's body.
The bus appears, approaching from way down the road.
Brigitte looks from it to the crime scene. The crime scene
photographer's FLASH! pops in Brigitte's face - blinding her
for a second. Brigitte rubs her eyes. She shakes her head
The bus is indicating, slowing to pull over.
Brigitte opens her eyes. The bus is almost here. Brigitte
grips her Adidas bag.
But you can't break up with
blood. You can't divorce yer
sister. You jus' can't.
The bus passes, obscuring Brigitte from view as its body
fills frame. when its tail lights pass, Brigitte is far down
the street, running like a champion in the direction she came
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte carefully unlocks the bedroom door and slowly opens
it. The room is dark and just as she left it. Ginger's hed
has not been slept in, and she is no where to be seen.
I'd get the monkshood from my
locker at school the next
Brigitte creeps to the bathroom and snaps the light on.
I'd find Ginger, I'd find out if
the stuff even worked.
Brigitte locks the window shut. She locks the bedroom door
and pushes a bureau of drawers in front of it.
I could deal with whatever, as
long as I tried. If it was the
last thing she ever saw me do,
it was gonna be me goin' fer
somethin' by myself. The real
Ginger woulda dug that large.
Brigitte turns on the bedside lamp and fishes a baseball bat
out of the closet.
I would try to save my sister
when the sun came up. You know,
if the sun came up.
Brigitte climbs into bed, snuggling the bat in with her. She
lights a smoke. She finds the feminine hygiene calendar on
the bedside table next to the photo of the girls as kids at
Halloween, taken many years before.
The calendar tells us it is about to be Friday. Friday is the
full moon. Friday is Halloween.
INT GIRLS' ROOM - DAWN
The lamp is still on. The ash tray is full of butts. Brigitte
stirs in her sleep.
Ginger stands at the end of Brigitte's bed, staring at her.
Brigitte snaps to, gripping the bat. Ginger snorts, and
climbs into her own bed.
Brigitte swings her gaze to the window. It is still shut and
locked. The bureau is still in front of the door. Brigitte
holds her hat tightly and watches her sister's back in the
next bed, terrified.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH - DAY
Brigitte jogs up to the school. The yard is full of
students. Teachers are marshaling them into lines and seating
them on the grass. Brigitte plows through.
Ginger rides past, piggy-backed by Jason. Ginger completely
ignores Brigitte. Brigitte looks very worried.
Ginger Fitzgerald is such a
slut./No kidding./The bitch.
You hear about Trina
Sinclair?/Dug her up in
somebody's back yard!/oh that's
so sad!/ Poor Trina, Ga-awd!
As Brigitte gets closer to the building, she finds police
cars and cops at the main entrance.
PRINCIPAL FARDOR is speaking with the RCMP constable who has
been visiting classes. Fardor holds a hanky over his face.
That stench near the staff
offices, what is that you think?
Brigitte hedges up the steps toward the door.
I couldn't say, sir. Now is
there anyone you suggest we talk
to? Anyone with something
against the school?
Brigitte slips past the two men.
For god's sake look around you.
I got 350 angry young people
bored blind.Helluva day for my
goddamn cleaning staff to be
late ... . IIEY!
Brigitte stops at the threshold.
The hell you goin'?
BR IG ITTE
I left something in my locker.
Find your homeroom and wait.
School's outta bounds until we
call you in. Get!
Brigitte backs down the steps, looking like she just took a
good slap. She turns to confront the mass confusion around
Brigitte spots Ginger dancing on the roof of a car in the lot
now, surrounded by boys. Brigitte spots Sam's truck near-by.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH PARKING LOT - DAY
Sam is sit in his truck, slumped over the wheel. He holds an
almost-gone bottle of rye. Brigitte runs up.
Sam is crying. He doesn't see Brigitte arrive at his window,
so she turns to tip-toe away. Sam looks up. His eyes tell us
Hey. Wolfs bane. Wanna drink?
Brigitte stops and turns to face him. Sam dries his face on
his sleeve and pops his passenger door. Brigitte looks around
and slides in.
Ginger is watching Brigitte out of the corner of her eye.
INT. SAM'S TRUCK - DAY
I showed up to see Trina? But
she's I'm goin' strange in
Brigitte doesn't know what to say, so she offers his a smoke.
He takes it.
Why? Why would ya do a thing
Brigitte examine his. face for an implication. There isn't
What's unny is I dumped her
that night. Feel bad about it
now. Truth is, she was a pain in
the ass. I sound like a jerk,
Really? Yeah well, while she
was - disappearin', I'm off have
a time at the Highway Home with
my buddy Georgio. Drinkin',
dealin' - an, now she's
Sam is over-come again. Brigitte raises a hand to touch him,
chickens out, and then scores on the second attempt. He
rolls right into her arms.
For a brief moment, Brigitte has her nose in his hair, her
cheek on his shoulder, her hands on his back. He's crying,
and she fights her own tears.
Sorry, this is strange. I don't
even ...Last time I saw her she
was so mad at me. An' we did
have some times, we did. Makes
me sick what her last thought a'
me musta been though.
Their eyes meet, their faces are inches apart. Brigitte
kisses him, very softly and very quickly and then pulls out.
Sam looks shocked. Brigitte looks more shocked.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH PARKING LOT - MEANWHILE/DAY
Ginger stops dancing a second. She is staring at Brigitte
and Sam in his truck. Her face darkens.
INT. SAM'S TRUCK - DAY
I'm really, um.
Sam leans in and kisses her right back. Better. Longer.
Shit. Sorry. Kinda freaked. You
know? I shouldn't, well.
But that was really nice.
Oh. 'Kay. Good.
They sit staring straight ahead a moment. A cop ahead double-
takes them, and reaches into his car for the radio mic.
You wanna lil' dube or
somethin'? Listenin' to me go
on like a loser-What's yet-
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Brigitte. Fitzgerald. No, that's
okay. I need more monkshood...
Yes! Dirty thoughts! oh. I been
drinkin'. Should not drive.
Brigitte drags her hands over her face with extreme anxiety.
Oh, right. OK. Ur.
Ginger's yer sister right?
Sam grimaces as Brigitte nods.
Oh, rumors - say she's doin'
all these guys at some party.
Goias' around she's a big time
ho', that kinder thing. Hey.
Don't worry about it. Nobody
Ginger's most maniacal laugh drifts over to them. Brigitte
sees her dancing sexily on the roof of a car with a whole
crowd of leering boys.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH PARKING LOT - DAY
C'mon Ginger! Take it off!
Hey Ginger? Watcha doin' later?
Can we come to yer bash?!
Ginger stops dancing. Anger floods her face.
You know about that?
GINGER SNAPS -WALTON/July 15. 1996
Sure, everybody knows! Can I
bring my cousin?
INT. SAM'S TRUCK - DAY
Sam grabs Brigitte',.s a r
as Brigitte grasps the door handle,
1 71m SA M
I like you Brigitte F.
BR IG ITTE
Like to see ya again. Can I come
to yer party too?
sh-sure. Sorry. I gotta -
Brigitte slips out of the truck as they stare at one another
with that look you get when you're scared because you just
kissed someone you really, really like.
EXT. BAILEY HIGH PARKING LOT - DAY
Two more squad cars are gliding up the street toward the
.Brigitte makes her way toward Ginger.
fie was jus' drunk, I'm thinkin'.
I mean he prob'ly din't mean it.
Beyond Sam's truck, behind Brigitte, the two new cruisers
lurch to a stop. Cops approach Sam's vehicle with extreme
Brigitte arrives at the car with Ginger as,
All a' you guys?! My house!
I wanna party with everybody.
we'll do it till you drop.
ALL RIGHT, GINGER:::! WHO00-
The crowd applauds. Brigitte stares at Ginger like she's
watching a cruise missile coming in. Ginger notices Brigitte
watching her. Ginger pretends she doesn't see her.
Ginger was gonna kill every one
of l em.
A commotion behind them causes everyone to turn.
Sam is being dragged from his truck by the cops. He is flung
face-first onto the hood and hand-cuffed.
Sam McDonald? You're under
arrest for the murder of Trina
Brigitte physically fights with herself not to yell out. She
runs a few steps toward Sam. Brigitte looks back at Ginger,
who drills her with an evil warning glare.
The cops shove Sam into the back of a cruiser. They roar
Brigitte stands alone, apart from the crowd. The cruisers'
flashing lights disappear down the street. Brigitte turns to
face Ginger, mustering her own first menacing look.
Ginger accepts a cigarette offered by one of her boys.
They closed the school that day.
So I never got to my locker. So
I never got the monkshood. I
thought, this is it. I fucked
EXT. FITZGERALD BUNGALOW - LATE DAY
The full moon is just making an appearance.
Brigitte stands in the front room window, which is decorated
with a Happy Halloween paper sign and plastic bats.
Brigitte's watching Henry put Styrofoam tombstones in the
INT. FTTZGERALD DINING ROOM - LATE DAY
The Fitzgerald family is eating. Brigitte pokes at her food.
Ginger eats like a fiend, with sunglasses on. Her monster arm
has been wrapped in gauze from tip to elbow.
Now just remember, no boys in
you bedroom during this party.
Your room is off limits. Ginger
are you sure that arm's not
sprained, or worse?
Mm Henry when'd you get this new
meat from Tinny's? Quite nice.
Brigitte and Ginger exchange a look.
I haven't been to Tinny's.
Then where's all the packs
marked "t" come from -?
Brigitte spits out her food.
I be excused?
INT. FITZGERALD MINIVAN - MAGIC HOUR
Brigitte is using the vehicle's portable phone as she eyes
the silhouettes of the family -still at the dining table - in
the window above her.
She stares at her watch during the following,
911 OPERATOR (O/S)
911, do you need fire, ambulance
or police, please.
Sam McDonald is not the Beast of
Bailey Downs. He was at the
Highway Home Motel when Trina
Sinclair was killed. Sam didn't
Brigitte whips the phone shut, hanging up. She breathes out
long and slow.
In case this was the last thing
I'd do. I wanned Sam out of it.
Sam shouldn't suffer.
INT. FITZGERALD DINING ROOM - LATER
Brigitte hovers in the door way. Henry is reading the paper.
That Sinclair girl was found at
the Bernstein's, can you believe
What, last night? I didn't hear
a thing! Never going to have
these done in time. Henry help.
Pamela is feverishly creating little straw witches and such
party decorations. She has a se]ecl.i.on of dried flowers,
wheat etc on the table before her.
Brigitte, honey we're
thrilled you two are making
friends. But next time you two
do something like this give
Mummy a little more notice, will
you? Hate having to scramble.
Brigitte slides into her regular chair and props her hands on
her wrists in an attitude of complete distraction.
What's your sister up to?
Brigitte looks at Henry as he works on a little witch.
She said she had a lot of work
to do on her costume. Should we
dress up, you think?
Henry grimaces. He sifts through the dried plants before
them. Brigitte double-takes the pile.
oh, Henry. You're no fun at all.
Brigitte sits bolt up right in her seat.
What is this stuff?
Just weeds, old cuttings from
No, THIS stuff.
Brigitte plucks out a handful of dried plant with tiny purple
Oh, I had that around the
dahlias. Man at the greenhouse
said it'd keep the cats out.
Seemed to do the job. It's got a
funny name - nun's robe, priest
That's right. Do we have a
budding botanist in the family?!
Pamela giggles as does Henry. Brigitte grabs a fistful of
monkshood and races for the door.
Hey, we need that! Brigitte!
But Brigitte is gone.
That was my accent colour!
INT. BASEMENT PROPER - DUSK
The half-finished basement has a rec room which Pamela has
decked out in an infantile version of ghoulish for the party.
Punch sits ready next to case-lot pop and Tupperware brimming
GINGER SNAPS - WALTON/July 15. 1996 92
Brigitte walks through to the door with a sign, OFF LIMITS.
Brigitte unlocks the door and slips the monkshood up her
INT. BEDROOM - DUSK
Candles are burning all over. Ginger's bed is turned down,
ready. Brigitte walks in on Jason climbing through the open
Hey. Must be the place, right?
Brigitte sneers at him. He holds a half-gone bottle of
schnapps, a dress shirt and his Good Jeans on.
The toilet flushes in the john. Brigitte knocks on the door.
The bathroom door unlocks but. remains closed.
Git in here an, gimme a hand.
Brigitte casts an uncertain look at Jason.
C'mon ladies, there's six other
guys sitting in the shrub
Brigitte's face darkens. She slips into the bathroom and
shuts the door.
Do you think some people deserve
INT. GIRLS BATHROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte does not tryo to hide her fear of being in a
confined space with Ginger. There are razors and whiskers all
over the floor. shaving cream every where. Ginger is red-
faced, sweating and hostile.
Don't say a fuckin' word.
Ginger lowers the towel she's wearing enough to show the
bump on her butt is now a twitching tail. Brigitte gasps.
Take this gauze and tie it flat.
Ginger, you can't
Brigitte takes the roll of gauze. She grabs the tail between
her fingers and coils it up with utter disgust. Brigitte's
EXT. GIRLS BEDROOM - MEANWHILE/NIGHT
Jason sits on the edge of Ginger's bed and bounces up and
down a bit. Between his legs we glimpse a dog tag hanging
between the mattresses.
TNT GIRLS BATHROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte tapes the gauze in place. Ginger throws a robe on
and grabs the door.
Now get outta my life.
Brigitte grits her teeth.
I gotta get ready for the party.
Then wait here till I'm done.
What, through all fifty a' them?
Oh, don't tempt me.
Ginger takes a deep breath before she opens the bathroom
door. Her breath is ragged. She smoothes her hair and chews
her lip. She's nervous. Ginger opens the door and closes it
GINGER SNAPS- WALTON/July 22, 1996 94
It's really dark in here.
I'm shy. Lay down.
Brigitte puts the toilet seat down and sits on it. Brigitte
lights a smoke. Brigitte withdraws the monkshood from under
her shirt and has a good scratch where it was itching her.
OFF-SCREEN are the sounds of slurp kisses and Jason's moans.
A fly unzips. Clothes fall with soft plunks to the floor.
Bed springs creak. Plastic condom wrappers crinkle and then
the SNAP-WHAP of one being fitted on pretty roughly.
Somewhere above them the door bell starts ringing.
From a vanity cupboard she pulls a Zombie face-painting kit
and sets it next to the monkshood.
EXT. FITZGERALD BUNGALOW -- NIGHT
Cars are streaming down the street in both directions.
Groups of COSTUMED TEENAGE BOYS flock down the walks, over
lawns, and que up to get into the Fitzgerald party.
On their front porch, Pamela and Henry meet and greet the
young men, awed by their numbers.
Notice any girls?
INT. GIRLS' BATHROOM - MEANWHILE/NIGHT
Brigitte - now in ZOMBIE-face - rubs the monkshood between
her fingers, crumbling it into a neat pile on the counter.
OFF-SCREEN from the bedroom, the sounds of Ginger having
rough sex continue.
Brigitte peels a centimeter of paper off the end of an unlit
smoke and wiggles the cigarette, creating a second pile of
tobacco. She reaches into the radiator vent and withdraws a
package of rolling papers.
EXT. FITZGERALD BUNGALOW'S REAR - MEANWHILE;/NIGHT
GINGER SNAPS - WALTON/July 15. 1996 95
One BOY in a skeleton costume creeps along the shrubs toward
the Fitzgerald sisters' bedroom window. He stumbles over a
demon, a Frankenstein and a mummy. They curse one another.
INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
OFF-SCREEN, from the rec room part noise grows as things get
under way outside.
Ginger waves good-bye to Jason as she undoes Frank's shirt
buttons. The bathroom door is now inching open a crack.
INT. GIRLS' BATHROOM - NIGHT
On the counter at the sink, all evidence of Brigitte's
project with the monkshood are gone.
Brigitte peers out the cracked door and then looks away,
fighting an urge to watch in spite of being grossed out. The
sounds of sex drift in from the bedroom.
She catches sight of herself in the mirror. As a ZOMBIE. She
tugs her shirt tight over her breasts. Nothing to see.
She smoothes her shirt with her hands, then moves her palms
down over her waist, her hips. Over her crotch. Brigitte's
fingers skip under her skirt.
Brigitte's face tells us she's searching for something under
there. She's trying this out. But nothing's happening.
She frowns. She draws her hands out of her skirt and quickly
washes her hands in the sink. She checks her watch and sighs.
INT. GIRLS BEDROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte creeps out of the bathroom on all fours. Above her,
Ginger's feet and some guy's writhe on the bed.
Brigitte reaches up to the bedroom door knob. She opens it
and crawls out.
INT. FITZGERALD BASEMENT PROPER - NIGHT
The rec room is packed with over-grown ghouls. Pamela is
trying to play it cool from her perch behind the punch bowl,
as she marvels at the costumes and all these kids she's never
even. met before.
Henry has a group of boys cornered with a college football
Brigitte leans against the wall watching the party and
looking at her watch.
In English I heard about this
chick who used a man's name to
get her books read. She went by
George but she was really Mary
Ann? Goes, "It's never too late
to be what you might have been."
I was jus' there thinkin', is
that true? Was it too late to be
an unsolved Mystery? Alls I had
to do was walk away...
MALE VOICE (O/S)
Brigitte looks up to see a cheap plastic Frankenstein mask
looking down at her. Its owner flips it up: it's Sam.
Brigitte's eyes snap wide open in shock.
They let me go. No evidence:
someone called in this tip.
So I decided to stay.
Hey, you gotta get outta here -/
Ginger emerges from the bedroom like a reigning diva, and the
room stops dead.
Brigitte drops her glass of punch.
Ginger has come out as herself, as an almost full-blown
werewolf. She wears a Lill Red Riding Hood cape jobbie and a
plastic mask. She's the best looking monster you ever laid
eyes on. Down her belly she has six perfect nipples showing
The room bursts into a_cheerinq round of applause.
GUS.' WITH 'AX IN THE HEAD'
That make-up is amazing!
GUY WITH 'EYE MISSING'
Ginger, it looks totally real!
Told you. She's a arts-type,
for chrissakes, look at that.
She's very good, isn't she?
Wow, yer sister's gone to town.
Yeah, she's gone all right. Hey.
can you do me a favor?
Can you give somethin' to Ginger
for me? Jus' - we're Navin' a
fight, but I got this thing for
Brigitte shows him what appears to be a joint. Sam takes it.
BR IG ITTE
Don't tell her I gave it to you.
Jus' act like it's from you. She
won't take it if it's from me.
BR IG ITTE
An, don't like, go any wheres
with her. Okay? Jus' come right
Gonna miss me Bee F.?
Brigitte smiles, embarrassed and freaking at the exact same
Be right back.
GINGER SNAPS- WALTON/July 15. 1996 98
Across the densely crowded room, Sam whispers in Ginger's
ear. Ginger smiles and nods and palms something he passes
Ginger glances at Brigitte, who tries to pretend she's not
watching. when Brigitte checks again, Ginger is leading Sam
by the hand toward her bedroom. Sam looks over his shoulder
and lifts a finger - one second - back at Brigitte.
The bedroom door shuts behind them. Brigitte leaps toward
the bedroom. Someone catches her arm and holds her back.
one minute young lady, I could
use a little help here.
BR I G ITTE
Let go of me, I have to get
I have to get two more veggie
trays down those stairs. I
think your sister' 11 be fine for
Pamela is already marching Brigitte up the stairs. Brigitte
strains to get back. Looking between her mother and her
closed bedroom door, desperately.
INT. FITZGERALD BASEMENT PROPER - MINUTES LATER
Pamela snags Brigitte again as Brigitte dumps the veggie tray
and tries to get to the bedroom.
All these boys came to see you
two, least you can do is stop
hiding in your room. Honestly,
you act like someone'd forced
this party down your throat.
Now go be nice.
Pamela stands between Brigitte and the bedroom door, her arms
Mother. You don't understand.
Yes--I do. I was shy too at your
Brigitte backs away with such a dirty look on her face. She
turns to confront the eager painted faces around her - all
desperate for some female attention. Brigitte has I want to
scream written all over her face.
INT. GIRLS BEDROOM - MEANWHILE/NIGHT
Sam pushes Ginger away from him. Ginger has Brigitte's gift
joint smoldering between her finger tips. Ginger is pretty
out of it, she totters.
okay, cut it out now.
This dope's fucked. Makin' me
blaarrggh. C'mon. I'll do ya.
No thanks. Told yer sister I'd
be right back.
What's up your ass?!
Don't get mean, s'nothin'
personal. I happen to think
Brigitte's pretty cool. and -/
Leave my baby sister alone. Do
me, don't hurt her.
I won't hurt her. Now be a good
girl and finish up your joint.
oh. Well fuck you.
Ginger takes a big toke as she paces between Sam and the
door. Suddenly she's coughing uncontrollably, rubbing her
eyes, wailing in pain.
Burning! What is this?!
Sam makes a move toward her and Ginger blindly lashes out at
him. Ginger hurls Sam into the bed. Sam's flight path knocks
the mattress askew: dozens and dozens of dog collars pour
out over him. Sam fingers one in particular.
INT. BASEMENT PROPER - NIGHT
Brigitte sits on the stairs to the main floor cornered by a
guy dressed as a cow.
Something was definitely fucked.
Brigitte eyes Pamela, who is slowly being distracted by horny
young men who will now dance with anybody, even Pamela.
Do you think this is a faggy
costume for a guy? You can just
say. I dunno I been gettin'
funny looks. What, like we
aren't advanced enough that a
guy can show up completely in
the spirit of the thing with an
udder, an' not get treated like
a freakin' fruit?
Brigitte looks at her watch. Pamela is dragged off into the
throng by a band of juveniles singing Do The Hustle. Brigitte
makes her move at last.
Brigitte makes a badly-faked would-be casual bee-line for
their bedroom door.
Brigitte wiggles the knob. It's locked.
TNT GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT
Brigitte (still a zombie) unlocks the door and peers in. The
light is on in the bathroom, the door is ajar. The shower is
running. There are a few candles burning in corners.
otherwise the room is dark.
Brigitte steps inside, closing the door on the party behind
her. She grabs a flashlight and turns it on.
The walls are splattered with blood.
There is gore on the floor. Brigitte plucks the monkshead
joint from a pool of bloody goo - it is soaked. Useless.
GINGER SNAPS- WALTON/July 22, 1996 101
On the bed, Sam lays with his shirt off and his fly open.
His face is mutilated. He's missing an eye.
Brigitte creeps toward him.
Sam groans. Brigitte leaps back. she tries to speak, but her
voice isn't working. Her face transforms from horror to fury.
Then she heads to bathroom door.
TNT. ATTACHED BATH - NIGHT
Brigitte discovers Ginger sitting in the tub floor under the
running shower, weeping. Her eyes are swollen. Ginger is now
covered in coarse hair. The water around her is full of
blood. There is a kitchen knife next to her. Ginger's stoned
numb on the monkshood dose. She's groggy and weak.
BR IG ITTE
oh fuck !
Ginger is squeezing her now full tail at its base, where the
blood is oozing between her f..inger.s. Ginger has tried - and
tailed - to euL her tail off.
Oh no. Oh no. Fuck, fuck!
Ginger doesn't move. Ginger looks so pathetic, it's heart-
breaking. Brigitte snatches the knife away and shuts off the
Nobody'll want me now any ways.
Brigitte takes in the cut, the rest of the monstrosity her
sister has become.
I don't wanna do this any more.
Brigitte yanks Ginger out of the tub and grabs a towel,
Press this on the cut! Ginger!
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Ginger does as she's told. Brigitte digs out gauze and tape
packages. They're both almost empty - they've used it all up.
Brigitte throws them on the floor.
I missed you Bee. I'm sorry.
Brigitte searches Ginger's face.
Ginge'? That you in there?
Ginger cracks an uncertain, pained smile. Brigitte does too,
an exact replica, in fact.
Brigitte gently turns Ginger around to try and deal with her
tail. Ginger is woozy and weak from blood loss.
okay. I can't clean this one up.
We have to go. Like Go, go. Can
you do it?
I'm so woozy.
Brigitte glances out into the bedroom.
Um. Ever bite something you
question - hopeful)
Wanna be one with me?
Ah. No. Sam? Isn't dead.
Don't worry. Keep pressing.
T'll be right back.
INT GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGH'T'
Sam is fingering his wounds, half-conscious, drooling bile
and blood. Brigitte (still a zombie) looms up behind him
with her baseball bat. She fishes in his pants' pocket and
withdraws a set of keys.
Hey. Sorry. I really did think
you were. Like. Not bad. So you
know, whatever. Any ways. I'm
really sorry - I have to.
Sam moans as his good eye rolls up at her. Brigitte blinks
away tears and looks away, collecting herself.
Brigitte raises the bat over her head and swings it down as
INT. FITZGERALD BASEMENT PROPER - MINUTES LATER
The party is rocking along. Pamela knocks on their door.
Girls? You in there? You're
not being very sociable...
There's no answer. She tries the knob, and is surprised to
find it unlocked. She opens the door. She turns on the
Pamela takes in the bloody muck everywhere. The room is
deserted. No Sam. No sisters Fitzgerald. Just gore.
Pamela swoons and drops like a deadweight to the floor.
Henry rushes up, looking in over his wife's body. The boys in
costume crowd in behind him.
Pamela, honey, it's just a
prank, you know how they...
(he fingers some
Holy mother of - it's warm.
Where are my kids?!!
GUY WITH AX IN THE HEAD
Ginger went in here with Sam
McDonald a while back.
GUY WITH EYE MISSING
Yeah, you know. The guy they
thought was the Beast, but they
let 'im go.
Henry steps into the room. He spots a bloody trail up to the
open ground-level window.
EXT FITZGERALD HOME - NIGHT
Tires squeal in the street and the county regreening truck
lurches out of its parking spot.
INT. TRUCK - NIGHT
Brigitte (still a zombie) throws the truck into gear with an
amateur's hand. Her Adidas bag and her jar of two dollar
bills is on the seat next to her.
Ginger is just seen through the grate between the cab and the
dark back of the truck.
Plans, plans arc good. 'Course I
hardly had one. Adrenaline
though, adrenaline is pretty
Ginger?! Don't eat the body
okay? I got this idea, an'
we'll need Sam.
Brigitte floors it and the truck blasts down their cul du sac
to the main road.
EXT. STREETS/TRAVELING - NIGHT
The truck speeds down the street a tad erratical ly. Sirens
rise around it.
INT. THE TRUCK - NIGHT
Brigitte slows, looking left, right and in the side mirrors
trying to see where the sirens are coming from.
Fuck, fuck fuck, FUCK.
Then suddenly, four cop cars blast past them in the opposite
direction. Heading back to the Fitzgerald house.
Ha! All rightie then.
Brigitte drives on.
What she cannot see behind her in the grate are the glimpses
of Ginger in the flickering lights of the passing street
lamps. Her final spurt of transformation is taking place:
FLASH! Her face is filling in with fur.
FLASH! Her eyes glow golden, yellow, wolfen.
FLASH! Her face pulls into a wet snout.
FLASH! A long pink tongue lolls out between glistening white
EXT. THE HILLCREST - NIGHT
The truck rolls to the crest of the hill over Bailey Downs -
the sight of the bush party. The moon is immense up here.
You could almost touch it.
INT. THE TRUCK - NIGHT
Brigitte eases the truck to the edge of the hill. The lights
of the homes below them creep into view.
okay, Ginger? They'll think that
Sam took us from our room,
right? 'Cause of his record an,
the arrest, right? We're gonna
make this look like he did, any
ways. He got us, maybe killed
us, took our bodies to do some
unspeakable thingy. But then?
Sam killed himself. You follow?
Ginger doesn't answer.
So boom, diversion. Meanwhile
you an, me hit the highway. we
can hitch, get you cleaned up.
By the time the find out we
weren't in Sam's clutches at
all, we could be any wheres.
Yeah? Whatcha think?
Ginger doesn't answer.
It'll work. (I hope.)
Brigitte puts the brake on but does not cut the engine.
EXT. THE TRUCK/HILLCREST - NIGHT
Brigitte climbs out of the cab. She moves to the back doors
of the truck, and opens them. In the inky darkness inside,
she hears heavy panting.
Ginger? C'mon, we got move.
Shove Sam down here.
Brigitte climbs up into the truck, reaching for something on
its floor. Brigitte f itids Sam's prone feet.
An animal/Ginger launches out at her, knocking her back, out,
clear of the truck. Ginger isn't Ginger any more - what we
can glimpse in the darkness is an attack by a creature much
like the one that bit Ginger. And it's attacking Brigitte.
Brigitte flails, kicks and punches at it. She breaks free
and clambers at the tool rack on the inside panel of the
truck. She grabs a shovel as the creature comes snarling up
Stop. I mean it.
It lunges at her again and Brigitte clocks it. It slides,
dazed, off the back of the truck to the ground.
Brigitte drags Sam's body into the front seat. She sets her
Adidas bag on the gas pedal. She releases the brake.
The truck rolls forward. off the top of the hill. Brigitte
watches as it crashes down, down, rolling and twisting into
the suburb below. It lands in a heap and bursts into flames.
Brigitte returns to where It/Ginger was last seen on the
ground. The shovel and blanket are there. A bloody pool
trails off into the woods. Brigitte hefts the shovel warily,
shoulders the blanket, and follows the wetness shining in the
INT. TREES/HILLCREST - NIGHT
Fuck Ginger. Leave a fuckin'
trail much? Could leave
everybody a fuckin' map...
Tense seconds pass as she searches through the scrub and
trees, shovel ready. we can hear panting and growling.
I won't hurt you if you don't
hurt me. 'Kay? Ginge'? 'Kay?
Brigitte spots something ahead and lowers the shovel as she
It/Ginger cowers in the brush, collapsed. Her head and tail
are bleeding. Brigitte drops to her knees nest to her
sister, frantic with grief.
Oh no. Ginger. I didn't mean
It/Ginger is gasping, fading. Her eyes start rolling back in
her head. Brigitte's hand is shaking as it reaches out but
can't touch her. Ginger licks Brigitte's fingers, slowly.
Brigitte buries her face in Ginger's ruff, moaning.
You can't, you can't, we're out.
You can't, don't don't do this
to me. Not now. Look, look it's
all taken care of. we're
EXT. A HIGHWAY - PRE-DAWN
The sunrise has the sky this bloody red.
Brigitte drags Ginger a few feet past a sign next to the
road: THANK YOU FOR VISITING BAILEY DOWNS!
We made it out. There was this
road? An' the space between
here and where ever. I did it.
Brigitte opens the blanket. Ginger has returned to human
form. Because Ginger is dead.
EXT. A HIGHWAY - EARLY MORNING
In a small grove of trees, Brigitte pushes the last pile of
dirt over Ginger's shallow grave.
Brigitte wipes her caked hands off in the dewy grass. Beneath
the dirt and dried blood, she finds puncture wounds. BITES.
Brigitte looks TO CAMERA. She rolls her eyes wearily.
Brigitte stands and heads to the side of the road. A semi
appears on the horizon, coming her way. Brigitte lifts her
The semi's turn indicator comes on as it slows and veers to
arrive before her.
ROLL TAIL CREDITS as:
Excerpts from an episode of the television program UNSOLVED
MYSTERIES roll. It tells the story of the mysterious
disappearance of two teenage girls - sisters - who
disappeared under strange circumstances in the normally quiet
suburb of Bailey Downs.
Brigitte and Ginger LOOK-A-LIKES re-enact the summarized
events of their flight from justice. The cops figured out
their faked deaths, of course.. Henry and Pamela have
reportedly denied comment. It is seen from the community's
perspective as two delusional young women gone totally wrong,
a grotesque tragedy of youth wasted by mental illness. No one
can explain though the non-human blood trails leaving the
scene of their last crime...
At the segment's close and the credits roll. out, we see the
traditional high school photos of Brigitte and Ginger.
VOICE OF UNSOLVED MYSTERIES
Brigitte and Ginger Fitzgerald
are considered armed and
dangerous. If you see these two
young women, or have any
information on their
whereabouts, please contact
Crimestoppers, or your local
detachment of the RCMP.
The eerie show theme song washes over us as we
FADE TO BLACK.