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Death by Fish
Grayondale High loses their idol. Kyle Fish loses his friend. Alison Silva loses her life.
When Alison Silva moves to Grayondale, she quickly becomes the nicest, prettiest, most popular girl at school. And not only does she move in next door to Kyle, but she actually talks to him. But when her body is found in the woods of their neighborhood, everyone looks for someone to blame. That someone is Kyle Fish.
On top of the grief he feels for losing his new friend, every day at school becomes a war zone--with all lines of fire directed at Kyle.
Struggling with P.T.S.D. from Alison’s murder, Kyle wants only to put her killer behind bars. But when the deadly truth is finally uncovered will it be his salvation or his downfall?
EXT. KYLE FISH’S HOUSE DAY
Flashback. Kyle sits on the front steps of his house watching a moving van pull in the driveway next door. A minivan follows and a girl his age pops out to help carry in the boxes.
(waving at Kyle,
then walking over
Hi, I’m Alison.
What’s your name?
Sorry. It’s Kyle. My name is Kyle.
Nice to meet you, Kyle. You go to
Yeah, I do.
Okay, good. I’ll see you tomorrow
then. Look for me!
Alison winks and walks back to the moving van in her driveway to help unload.
INT. JOAN FREEMAN: THERAPIST’S OFFICE DAY
Present. Kyle and Joan sit in chairs facing each other.
(looking down at
So, Kyle, it says here that you’re
from Grayondale. If you don’t mind
me asking, why’d you come so far for
a therapy session? We have offices
much closer to Grayondale than here.
I wanted to talk to someone who didn’t
already know my story, if that makes
Sure. Why don’t you tell me your story,
My friend Alison died.
I’m very sorry to hear that. If you’re
troubled by depression, I can help you
work through it-
NO! JUST LISTEN!
Kyle breaks down; Joan is clearly startled.
Okay, Kyle. Tell me what’s on your mind.
Alison was murdered. She was murdered. Her
body was found in the woods by our houses.
Everyone’s saying I did it. But how could
I? She was my only real friend. Anyways,
one day she didn’t show up to walk home
from school with me like we usually do.
She was the only one who ever took the
time to get to know me. She was so much
more than people thought. She wasn’t just
popular; she was everyone’s friend. She
wasn’t just beautiful on the outside; she
was beautiful on the inside, too. I was
the only one who saw it all. And now I’ll
never see her again.
Tears come to Kyle’s eyes. He brings his hands to his face in despair.
Who thinks you killed her?
All her boyfriends; her followers. She
had a lot of both. I was never a fan
favorite in the first place.
Kyle lets out a mirthless laugh.
But you didn’t kill her. The police will
find who did.
The thing is, I understand; they
think I did it. They’re wrong, but
whoever did doesn’t deserve their
Kyle’s tears are dried now; he becomes grimly serious.
Can you answer some questions for me?
Have you had any trouble sleeping?
A little. I dream about it sometimes.
Her, I mean. I dream about her.
Tell me why you came here today, Kyle.
I just want it all to be over.
Joan Freeman studies Kyle’s face for a moment, then scribbling some notes down on his file.
You know what I think? I think you
might be experiencing Post-Traumatic
Stress Disorder. P.T.S.D. It’s very
common in people who have lost someone
close to them. I’ll schedule you in for
some regular sessions with me.
No. No, I don’t need that. I’m fine,
Kyle, you’re not fine.
Kyle looks down at his feet and then back at Joan in self-doubt.
EXT. KYLE FISH’S HOUSE DAY
Flashback. Kyle sits on his front porch with headphones over his ears. Alison sees him and walks over.
Alison taps Kyle on the shoulder and gasps as he turns around, revealing massive bruises on his face.
(touches his face)
Oh, it’s really not that bad.
Is this why you weren’t at school
yesterday? Who did this to you? Was
No, it wasn’t Ryan.
Then who was it?
Seriously, it’s not that big of a
(takes Kyle’s face
in her hands)
Kyle. Who did this?
My mom. My mom did it. But the
divorce has been really hard on her-
Stop making excuses for her Kyle!
You have to tell someone!
Kyle looks down at the ground in shame; there is a moment of silence between them.
I know. You’re right. I guess I’m
not really making excuses for her,
anyways. They’re more for me, you
Yeah, I know.
Alison sits down next to Kyle on his porch. Kyle looks at her.
Can I tell you something?
A few years ago, before you moved
here, there was this guy arrested for
for the murder of four women. His name
was Eddie Walker. He was my dad.
Alison looks away in surprise.
My mom obviously divorced him and I took
her name. But I’ll never be Kyle Fish to
them; I’ll always be Kyle Walker. And God,
I hate him for it. Not only did he take the
lives of those four women, he took mine.
No one looks at me the same anymore.
Alison sits in thought for a moment, then shifts herself so she is facing Kyle.
You’re not your dad. You’re you. You’re
Kyle Fish. And I know Kyle Fish; he’s a
good guy. And anyone who doesn’t see
that can suck it.
Alison laughs and nudges him, trying to lighten the mood. Kyle smiles.
I’ve never told anyone that. I mean
people already knew, but you’re the
only person I’ve actually told.
INT. GRAYONDALE POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM DAY
Present. Kyle sits in an uncomfortable chair with a bright light shining on his face. The interrogator stands over him, pacing the room with a file in his hands.
So, Kyle, you went to Grayondale with
You two were friends?
I understand you and Alison walk
home together from school. Why didn’t
you walk home with her the night she
She didn’t meet me where we usually met.
I waited for her, but she didn’t come.
So, I walked home alone.
That didn’t worry you?
It did. But she’s tough. I knew she
could handle herself. Or I thought she
Kyle looks at his feet.
Were you romantically involved with
Alison in any way?
Why the pause?
We were just friends. Really good
friends. Look. I know what they’re
saying about me. I know everyone thinks
I did it. But I didn’t do it. You want
the truth? I loved her. She never knew
it, but I did. I would never hurt her.
Loving someone isn’t romantic involvement
Like I said, she never knew it. It was
kind of a one-way thing, I guess. It seemed
she had a new boyfriend every day; I
could never keep up.
So many that it made you jealous?
I loved Alison Paige Silva. I would
never have done anything to hurt her.
Kyle’s face and
You haven’t visited your father in prison.
Can you blame me?
Were you close with your father before
he murdered those four women?
Alright, Mr. Walker, you’re free to
I don’t know if that’s a tactic to the
interrogation or if that file in your
hand is old and hasn’t been updated in
a while. But it’s Fish. My name is Kyle
Fish. And I’m not my dad.
Who are you trying to convince?
Kyle turns and leaves.
EXT. GRAYONDALE HIGH SCHOOL DAY
Flashback. School just got out. Alison Silva and Kyle Fish are walking home together. The sun beats down on them; birds chirp from above.
Ryan didn’t bother you again, today,
Good. I told him not to. God, he can
be such a jerk sometimes! You don’t
deserve any of it, Kyle.
Remind me why you ever dated him, again?
Okay, okay. I just think you deserve so
Alison stops walking and hugs Kyle. She pulls back and looks into his eyes.
God, I wish all guys were like you. I’m
so lucky I found you. You’re like the
best friend I could ever have hoped for
Kyle nods, grimacing at the word, ‘friend.’ They continue walking.
INT. GRAYONDALE HIGH SCHOOL DAY
Present. Kyle arrives at his locker with the word, ‘killer,’ spray painted on it in red paint. Ryan pushes him from behind. A group of jocks follow him.
Hey, guys! Something smells fishy over
What’d you say, killer? Sorry, Ali isn’t
here to protect you anymore.
You know, you never deserved her.
Ryan throws a punch at Kyle, sending him back into the lockers. Ryan’s jock-groupies cheer him on while numerous students gather to watch. A nearby teacher intervenes and holds Ryan back.
You don’t deserve to live for what
EXT. GRAYONDALE HIGH SCHOOL DAY
Flashback to the day before Alison was murdered. Kyle and Alison are walking home from school.
(glancing at Kyle
from the corner
of her eye)
Ryan came over last night.
Yeah, he just told me how sorry he was
and we talked for a while. We’re
getting back together.
I know what you think of him and-
What I think of him? What I think
is you deserve a hell of a lot
better than him. No, I know that.
I forgive him, Kyle. Everyone makes
mistakes. He’s changed from the jerk
of a guy he was before. And I really
believe that this could work. I just
thought you could forgive him, too. At
least for me.
Well, I can’t, Ali. People can’t change.
Wow. I thought you were different.
I thought you were, too.
They walk the rest of the way home in silence.
EXT. KYLE FISH’S HOUSE NIGHT
Present. Kyle sits on his front porch with his headphones on. A fleet of police cars suddenly speed down his street to stop in front of Kyle’s house. Kyle pulls his headphones off.
What’s going on?
(pointing a gun
at Kyle’s head)
Put your hands up!
Kyle puts his hands up. The police officer approaches Kyle and slaps handcuffs on his wrists.
What’s going on?
You are being placed under arrest for
the murder of Alison Silva.
What? No you have the wrong guy-
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used
against you in the court of law. You have
the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you
Kyle nods reluctantly as he is shoved into the police car.
INT. GRAYONDALE POLICE: INTERROGATION ROOM NIGHT
Kyle sits in the same uncomfortable chair with the same bright light shining on his face. The interrogation officer stands over him.
You’re wasting time. I didn’t kill her.
If you arrest me, the real murderer will
still be out there!
We already found our real murderer.
We found the knife that was used to kill
Alison Silva. You threw it as far as you
could back into the woods didn’t you? I’ll
admit- you have a good arm.
I didn’t kill Alison! I’m telling the truth!
I’m being framed. I loved her. I would never
have done anything to hurt her.
Who are you trying to convince, Mr. Walker?
Excuse me, Mr.Fish. You’re fingerprints are
all over the knife. Give it up.
But that’s impossible-
No. No, it’s not. You did it. You murdered
No. No. NO!
Kyle yanks his chained hands in anger and rumbles in his chair. Guards take him away to his cell. Looking down at his hands, everything comes back to him. He remembers what really happened to Alison.
EXT. GRAYONDALE HIGH SCHOOL DAY
Flashback to the day Alison was killed. Kyle is waiting for Alison to meet him. She arrives.
I didn’t think you’d want to walk home
with me after yesterday.
Well, there’s only one short way to get
back to our houses. I wasn’t about to walk
seven miles just to avoid you.
I’m sorry. You were right. I should have
Yeah, you should’ve.
I just thought you should- I wanted to tell
I’m in love with you, Ali.
They stop at the edge of the woods.
I’m in love with you, Alison Silva.
I have been ever since I met you.
Kyle, you know I love you. Just not like
that. I thought we were friends?
I hate that word. Friends.
I’m so sorry, Kyle-
Ryan doesn’t deserve you, Ali? Don’t you
see? I deserve you! Me! It’s always been
Kyle, you’re starting to freak me out.
Let’s just keep walking.
Kyle grabs Alison’s arm forcefully and stifles her scream with a hand over her mouth. He pulls a knife out of his back pocket.
INT. GRAYONDALE POLICE: HOLDING CELL NIGHT
Guards! Take me back to the room! I
need to confess, please!
The guards let Kyle out of his cell and escort him back to the interrogation room where the interrogation officer is waiting for him.
I’ve been informed you need to, “confess?”
I remember everything.
What do you remember?
I did it. I killed her.
A tear escapes Kyle’s eye. The interrogator nods and looks down at his hands.
I don’t need a trial. I don’t want one.
I’m guilty. I killed Alison Silva.