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"SCREAM"

by

Kevin Williamson

July 31, 1995



FADE IN:

ON A RINGING TELEPHONE.

A hand reaches for it, bringing the receiver up to the face
of CASEY BECKER, a young girl, no more than sixteen. A
friendly face with innocent eyes.

CASEY
Hello.

MAN'S VOICE
(from phone)
Hello.

Silence.

CASEY
Yes.

MAN
Who is this?

CASEY
Who are you trying to reach?

MAN
What number is this?

CASEY
What number are you trying to reach?

MAN
I don't know.

CASEY
I think you have the wrong number.

MAN
Do I?

CASEY
It happens. Take it easy.

CLICK! She hangs up the phone. The CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal
Casey in a living room, alone. She moves from the living
room to the kitchen. It's a nice house. Affluent.

The phone RINGS again.

INT. KITCHEN

Casey grabs the portable.

CASEY
Hello.

MAN
I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong
number.

CASEY
So why did you dial it again?

MAN
To apologize.

CASEY
You're forgiven. Bye now.

MAN
Wait, wait, don't hang up.

Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door. It's pitch
black outside.

CASEY
What?

MAN
I want to talk to you for a second.

CASEY
They've got 900 numbers for that.
Seeya.

CLICK! Casey hangs up. A grin on her face.

EXT. CASEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING

A big country home with a huge sprawling lawn full of big
oak trees. It sits alone with no neighbors in sight.

The phone RINGS again.

INT. KITCHEN

Popcorn sizzles in a pot on the stove. Casey covers it with
a lid, reaching for the portable phone.

CASEY
Hello.

MAN
Why don't you want to talk to me?

CASEY
Who is this?

MAN
You tell me your name, I'll tell you
mine.

CASEY
(shaking the popcorn)
I don't think so.

MAN
What's that noise?

Casey smiles, playing along, innocently.

CASEY
Popcorn.

MAN
You're making popcorn?

CASEY
Uh-huh.

MAN
I only eat popcorn at the movies.

CASEY
I'm getting ready to watch a video.

MAN
Really? What?

CASEY
Just some scary movie.

MAN
Do you like scary movies?

CASEY
Uh-huh.

MAN
What's your favorite scary movie?

He's flirting with her. Casey moves away from the stove and
takes a seat at the kitchen counter, directly in front of
the glass door.

CASEY
I don't know.

MAN
You have to have a favorite.

Casey thinks for second.

CASEY
Uh... HALLOWEEN. You know, the one
with the guy with the white mask who
just sorta walks around and stalks
the baby sitters. What's yours?

MAN
Guess.

CASEY
Uh... NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET.

MAN
Is that the one where the guy had
knives for fingers?

CASEY
Yeah... Freddy Krueger.

MAN
Freddy -- that's right. I liked that
movie. It was scary.

CASEY
The first one was, but the rest
sucked.

MAN
So, you gotta boyfriend?

CASEY
(giggling)
Why? You wanna ask me out?

MAN
Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?

CASEY
No.

MAN
You never told me your name.

Casey smiles, twirling her hair.

CASEY
Why do you want to know my name?

MAN
Because I want to know who I'm looking
at.

Casey spins around like lightning facing the glass door.

CASEY
What did you say?

MAN
I want to now who I'm talking to.

CASEY
That's not what you said.

MAN
What do you think I said?

Casey CLICKS on the outside light. A flood light illuminates
the backyard. Her eyes survey the grounds. But it's empty.
No one's there. She turns the light out.

On the stove, the popcorn POPS.

CASEY
I have to go now.

MAN
Wait... I thought we were gonna go
out.

CASEY
Nah, I don't think so...

MAN
Don't hang up on me.

CASEY
Gotta go.

MAN
Don't...

CLICK! Casey hangs up. She checks the glass door making sure
it's locked and then moves to the stove as...

THE PHONE RINGS.

She slides the popcorn from the stove, reaching for the phone.

CASEY
Yes?

MAN
I told you not to hang up on me.

CASEY
What do you want?

MAN
To talk.

CASEY
Dial someone else, okay?

MAN
You getting scared?

CASEY
No-bored.

CLICK. She hangs up. The phone RINGS again. She grabs it.

CASEY
Listen, asshole...

MAN
(deadly serious)
NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF
YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU
LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?

Total silence. He has gotten her full attention.

CASEY
Is this some kind of a joke?

MAN
More of a game, really.

Casey eyes the glass doors, then looks up the hallway to the
front doors... moving to it. It's unlocked. She bolts it.

CASEY
I'm two seconds from calling the
police.

MAN
They'd never make it in time.

Casey moves her face flush against the door, her eye looking
through the peephole.

ANGLE THROUGH PEEPHOLE.

A distorted view of the front porch. It is empty. She relaxes
a bit, relieved.

CASEY
What do you want?

MAN
(pure evil)
TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE.

Casey's jaw drops as total fear storms her face. She hangs
up the phone, throwing it down on a side table when...

THE DOORBELL CHIMES.

Casey leaps out of her skin. She turns to the door as it
chimes again.

CASEY
(calling out)
Who's there?

Another CHIME. She moves to it.

CASEY
(louder)
Who's there?

No answer. Fuck this. It's time for the police. She goes for
the portable phone. Just as she picks it up...

IT RINGS.

Casey almost drops it, losing her breath...

She brings it to her ear with trembling hands, saying
nothing... listening, waiting...

A long silence. And then.

MAN
You should never say "Who's there?".
Don't you watch scary movies? It's a
death wish.

Casey clutches the wall, nearly collapsing. She tries her
damnedest to hang tough.

CASEY
Look, enough is enough. You had your
fun now you better leave me alone or
else.

MAN
Or else what?

CLOSE ON her face, her mind thinking, calculating...

CASEY
My boyfriend will be here any second
and he'll be pissed when I tell him...

MAN
I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.

Busted. She holds steady.

CASEY
I lied. I do have a boyfriend and
he'll be here any second and your
ass better be gone.

MAN
Sure...

CASEY
I swear it. And he's big and plays
football and will beat the shit out
of you.

MAN
I'm getting scared.

CASEY
I'm telling you the truth. I lied
before...

MAN
I believe you...

CASEY
So you better leave.

MAN
His name wouldn't be Steve, would
it?

Silence. Casey buckles at the knees, losing it.

CASEY
How do you know his name?

MAN
Go to the back door and turn on the
porch light -- again.

Casey, terrified, forces herself to move... staggering to
the kitchen... to the glass doors. Her shaky hand finds the
light switch... she hits it. The back yard is lit.

Sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of the backyard is a
big, line backer of a guy, her boyfriend...

STEVE

tied and gagged. He's been roughed up, but he's alive. CLOSE
ON his eyes... wide in fear... staring at his girlfriend,
pleading with her.

CASEY
Oh Goddddd...

Casey SCREAMS. Her hand moves to the lock on the door.

MAN
I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Terror rides Casey's face. She's petrified.

CASEY
Where are you?

MAN
Guess.

Her eyes search the yard, combing bushes, trees. He could be
anywhere -- anywhere.

CASEY
(begging)
Please don't hurt him.

MAN
That all depends on you.

CASEY
Why are you doing this?

Tears find their way, streaming down Casey's face.

MAN
I wanna play a game.

CASEY
No...

MAN
Then he dies. Right now.

CASEY
NOOO!

MAN
Which is it?

A long silence. Casey touches the glass... staring at STEVE...
this big jock of a guy is crying too.

CASEY
What kind of game?

MAN
Turn off the light.

Her hand goes to the switch... Steve tugs and pulls at his
straps... as if begging her... his face sweat and tears...

CLICK

He disappears in the darkness. Casey moves away from the
glass, back toward the living room, unbelieving, horrified.

MAN
Here's how we play. I ask a question.
If you get it right -- Steve lives.

Three curtainless windows line one wall. Casey crouches down
behind the couch, tipping a lamp cord from it's socket,
darkening the room. Her body quivers.

CASEY
Please don't do this...

MAN
Come on. It'll be fun.

CASEY
No... please.

MAN
It's an easy category. Movie trivia.

CASEY
(begging)
...please...

MAN
I'll even give you a warm up question.

CASEY
Don't do this. I can't...

MAN
Name the killer in HALLOWEEN.

CASEY
No...

MAN
Come on. It's you favorite scary
movie, remember? He had a white mask,
he stalked the baby-sitters.

Casey goes silent... a nervous wreck... she can barely speak
much less think.

CASEY
I don't know...

MAN
Come on, yes you do.

CASEY
Please..stop...

Casey is SOBBING.

MAN
What's his name?

CASEY
I can't think.

Casey has officially reached hysteria, petrified beyond all
reality.

MAN
Steve's counting on you.

Suddenly... through tears... Godsent...

CASEY
(a whisper)
Michael... Michael Myers.

MAN
YES!

Casey SIGHS... relieved.

MAN
Now for the real question.

CASEY
NOOOO....

MAN
But you're doing so well.

CASEY
Please go away! Leave us alone!

MAN
Then answer the question. Same
category.

Casey is a blubbering, wet mass on the floor.

CASEY
...please... no...

MAN
Name the killer in FRIDAY THE 13TH.

A mad smile purses Casey's lips. She knows this. She leaps
up, through tears, screaming...

CASEY
Jason! Jason!... JASON!

A slight PAUSE.

MAN
I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer.

CASEY
No it's not. It was Jason.

MAN
Afraid not.

CASEY
It was Jason. I saw that goddamned
movie twenty times. It was Jason.

MAN
Then you should know Jason's MOTHER --
Mrs. Vorhees was the original killer.
Jason didn't show up until the sequel.

Casey is stupefied.

CASEY
You tricked me...

MAN
Lucky, for you there's a bonus round.
But poor Steve... I'm afraid... he's
out.

This implication sends Casey running to the kitchen... to
the glass doors. She flips on the porch lights to see...

STEVE

eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair... his belly gaping
open... a mass of blood and ripped flesh... his insides lay
on the ground between his feet... steam rising.

A SCREAM erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey collapse
on the floor... nearly passing out. CLOSE ON her face...
pale and ghostly white. She SOBS.

MAN
Final question. Are you ready?

She doesn't answer. A long, maddening silence. Casey reaches
up and CLICKS off the light, making Steve go away... wishing,
hoping...

CASEY
...leave me alone... please...

MAN
Answer the question and I will.

Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly
back and forth.

MAN
What door am I at?

CASEY
What?

MAN
There are two doors to your house. A
front door and a back one. If you
answer correctly -- you live.

From where Casey sits she can see both front and back doors.
She deliberates... with her last bit of strength she tries
to strategize. Eyeing both, the front door... the back door
trying to decide between the two.

CASEY
Don't make me... I can't... I won't.

MAN
Your call.

In the darkness, Casey crawls to the kitchen counter -- she
leans up and grabs a long, sharp knife.

Casey looks around her... she looks down the hall to the
front door... then turns back to the kitchen glass door as
it suddenly...

SHATTERS TO BITS...

as a lawn chair come flying through it. Exploding glass sprays
everywhere.

This incites Casey like fire. She springs to her feet...
bolting out of the kitchen as a SHADOW moves quickly through
the shattered doorframe.

ANGLE ON CASEY

Somewhere in the house, back flat against a window, listening
to FEET ON CRACKING GLASS. She turns and unlocks the latch,
quietly sliding it up. She can hear him move through the
foyer... to the front door.

Casey lifts herself up and puts her legs through the window.
She holds the knife in one hand, the phone in the other.

Casey eases out the window, fumbling, dropping the knife
back in the house. She starts to reach for it. Fuck it, she
takes off...

EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE

Casey it at the back corner of the house.

MAN
I can hear you. I know you're here.

Casey eases along a narrow path between a tall fence and the
side of the house... going for the front yard. She must pass
the three curtainless windows. She gets to the first one and
peeks in...

The FIGURE has pulled open the foyer closet, searching for
her.

Casey creeps along, to the next window, she looks in... the
FIGURE is completely on the other side of the room moving
toward the hall that leads to other parts of the house.

She moves further along the house... squeezing by hedges...
to the third window... she peeks in to the FIGURE...

STARING BACK AT HER...

His face covered with a ghostly white mask, inches from her...
his eyes piercing through... soulless... Casey SCREAMS BLOODY
MURDER as a hand...

CRASHES through the glass window grabbing hold of her neck...
she beats at him trying to free herself... her nails dig
into his arm... she wrenches from side to side... finally
breaking free as the hands disappear inside the house...

EXT. CORNER OF HOUSE

Casey sails around the corner of the house, eyeing the front
door. It remains closed. Her eyes cover the sprawling country
yard when suddenly....

HEADLIGHTS APPEAR

in the distance, coming down the road towards the house...
she recognizes them instantly. Mom... Dad... she tears off
across the yard toward them... moving like lightning...

The car turns into the driveway... Casey SCREAMS, waving
madly, rushing by a tree as...

THE GHOST MASKED FIGURE APPEARS

Casey stumbles back, catching her balance... the FIGURE moves
on her, arm poised high... a flash of silver... and Casey is
struck, across the chest. She looks down to see her shirt
blossoming red... a look of bewilderment as she drops to one
knee.

The knife rises again... Casey throws her hand forward...
the blade comes down... but it's blocked by the portable
phone still in her hand. She turns staggering to...

EXT. DRIVEWAY

A MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE emerge from the parked car. They move
to the front door completely unaware of what's happening to
their daughter, only feet from them.

EXT. FRONT YARD

Casey stumbles forward... her parents ten feet away... she
opens her mouth to scream but no sound resonates... she is
beyond words... staggering, swaying... the FIGURE moving
behind her.

EXT. FRONT DOOR

HER PARENTS APPROACH THE DOOR

FATHER
That fish smelled strong.

MOTHER
I told you to send it back.

The father discovers the front door ajar. A puzzled look.
Casey is right behind them with one arm outstretched. If
they'd only turn around...

They enter the house and close the door as...

Casey collapses on the ground, clutching her bloody chest...
the FIGURE upon her.

INT. FOYER

The father sees straight back into the kitchen... the
shattered patio door.

FATHER
Jesus...

MOTHER
What is it? Where's Casey?

FATHER
(calling out)
Casey? Casey?

In a split second they're both panic stricken. The father
begins searching the house frantically. The mother is
hysterical.

EXT. FRONT YARD

CLOSE ON Casey... she's dragged by her feet through damp
soil... the life going fast from her body... her hand still
clutching the phone.

INT. FOYER

Back in the house.

MOTHER
Where is she?

FATHER
Call the police.

The mother moves to the phone in the foyer, picks it up...
There is no dial tone. She jiggles the base.

FATHER
(searching)
Casey? Where are you honey? Call the
police, goddamnit.

MOTHER
The phone's dead.

The... the softest... faintest voice is heard...

CASEY
(from phone)
...help me...

MOTHER
She's here, God, I can hear her.
Where's my baby?

The husband returns to the foyer finding his wife clinging
to the phone.

FATHER
Where is she?

MOTHER
I can hear her. Oh Mother of God, I
can hear her.

The father upturns the living room.

FATHER
Casey! Casey!

MOTHER
Not my daughter... not my...

The husband grabs hold of his wife.

FATHER
Get in the car and drive down to the
Mackenzie's.

The other throws the front door open and rushes out... the
father moves through the house when a SCREAM echoes out.
That of his wife. He tears off for the front door.

EXT. FRONT DOOR

The father rushes out the door to find his wife, on her knees,
bent over, retching. His eyes move beyond to a tree in the
front yard... his stomach fails him... his dinner rises...
as he bares witness to the single, most horrifying sight
he'll ever see.

That of his only daughter as she hangs from a big oak tree...
strung up... very much dead... her stomach ripped open.

BLACKOUT!

BEGIN MAIN TITLES

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - SAME NIGHT

A teenage girl's room. Neat and pinkish. On the bed, amongst
age-old stuffed animals lie opened school books. The CAMERA
PANS to a desk against the wall where...

SIDNEY PRESCOTT

a young girl of 17, sits, her face glued to the computer
monitor in front of her. CLOSE ON her face. Sharp and clever
with deep, lonely eyes. She's comfortable in a plain, flannel
nightgown.

Her hands are at work, typing feverishly, when suddenly...

CRASH-BOOM

A noise behind her. She turns abruptly, eyeing an open window
across the room. A SCRATCHING sound. She stands and moves
toward it.

EXT. WINDOW

Sidney sticks her head out the window. The late night wind
hits her face as a SHADOW appears just to the left of her, a
hand reaches out, grabs her and suddenly a FIGURE is on top
of her...

INT. BEDROOM

Sid SCREAMS... pulling away from the figure... breaking free,
falling back onto the floor.

VOICE (O.S.)
Hey... it's just me.

Sid looks up to see...

BILLY LOOMIS

A young, strapping boy of seventeen. Handsome and alluring.
A star quarterback/class president type of guy. He sports a
smile that could last for days.

SIDNEY
Billy? What the...

BILLY
I'm sorry. Don't hate me.

SIDNEY
What are you doing here?

BILLY
You sleep in THAT?

Billy pulls himself through the window.

SIDNEY
(whispering)
My dad's in the other room.

BILLY
I'll only stay a sec.

Suddenly...

The bedroom door BURSTS open. The doorknob catches on the
open closet door behind it jamming it, holding it in place.

VOICE
(from behind door)
What's going on in there?

Billy quickly rolls out of sight behind the bed. Sidney unjams
the door to reveal...

MR. PRESCOTT, late 40's, a severe presence. A distracted
man, nervous and pre-occupied.

MR. PRESCOTT
Are you okay?

SIDNEY
Can you knock?

MR. PRESCOTT
I heard screaming.

SIDNEY
No you didn't.

MR. PRESCOTT
No? Oh, well... I'm hitting the sack.
My flight leaves first thing in the
morning. Now the expo runs all weekend
so I won't be back til Sunday. There's
cash on the table and I'll be staying
at the Raleigh Hilton...

SIDNEY
...out at the airport...

MR. PRESCOTT
...so call if you need me.

SIDNEY
Got it.

He gives the bedroom a quick once over.

MR. PRESCOTT
I coulda swore I heard screaming.

Sidney distracts him, giving him a peck on the cheek.

SIDNEY
Have a good trip.

MR. PRESCOTT
Sleep tight, sweetie.

He gives her a wink and pulls the door closed. Billy
reappears.

BILLY
Close call.

SIDNEY
What are you doing here?

Billy takes a flying leap and lands on the bed.

BILLY
It just occurred to me that I've
never snuck through your bedroom
window.

SIDNEY
Now that it's out of your system.

BILLY
And I was home, bored, watching
television, THE EXORCIST was on and
it got me thinking of you.

SIDNEY
Oh it did?

BILLY
Yeah, it was edited for TV. All the
good stuff was cut out and I started
thinking about us and how two years
ago, we started off kinda hot and
heavy, a nice solid "R" rating on
our way to an NC17. And how things
have changed and, lately, we're just
sot of... edited for television.

SIDNEY
So you thought you could sneak in my
window and we would have a little
bump-bump.

BILLY
No, no. I wouldn't dream of breaking
your underwear rule. I just thought
we might do some on top of the clothes
stuff.

She snuggles up next to him, planting a kiss on his lips.
Passionate and gentle. He, however, reacts like a shark,
moving on top of her, his hands everywhere as he presses
into her... Sidney breaks away.

SIDNEY
Time to go, stud bucket.

Billy sits up. His heart isn't racing... it's POUNDING.

BILLY
See what you do to me.

Sweat has popped out all over his forehead, his breathing
heavy.

SIDNEY
You know what my dad will do to you?

BILLY
I'm going... I'm going.

He moves to the window. She follows, motioning to his wound.

SIDNEY
I appreciate the romantic gesture.

She gives him a kiss goodnight. Sweet and simple.

BILLY
(whisper)
Hey... about the sex stuff. I'm not
trying to rush you. I was only half
serious.

She kisses him again as he eases through the window.

SIDNEY
Would you settle for a PG-13
relationship?

BILLY
What's that?

She pulls her flannel gown open for a split second... flashing
her left breast. His mouth drops open... surprise, shock.
Their eyes meet. They share a smile.

SIDNEY
Get outa here.

INT. SIDNEY'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

CLOSE on Sidney snuggling her pillow, sleeping peacefully
when...

THE RADIO ALARM BLASTS from the night table loud enough to
wake the dead. Sidney bolts up.

DISC JOCKEY
(from radio)
...found brutally murdered...

CLICK. Sidney, quick with the reflexes, shuts it off
instantly. A car trunk SLAMS shut outside.

Sidney pulls herself out of bed and leans to the window just
in time to see her Dad jumping in his car. She half waves
down at him but he doesn't see her. He's as good as gone,
pulling out of the driveway and disappearing down the road.

A moment as Sidney stands at the window, staring out after
him.

EXT. SCHOOL - MORNING

CLOSE ON A SIGN "BAYBORO HIGH SCHOOL. HOME OF THE FIGHTING
BULLDOGS"

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL a picture perfect small town
school. Old and charming. Students come and go, moving about.
Nothing unusual, except for the... six police cars, four
news vans, flashing cameras, and crowds and crowds of lookie-
loo's gathered just off campus.

EXT. SIDEWALK

Sidney approaches the school seeing the commotion. Four
different REPORTERS stand in front of four different cameras
giving four different news reports.

She moves passed a policeman standing guard. Her interest
peaked, she stops at the first reporter who is...

GALE WEATHERS

Thirties. He smart face is overshadowed by a flashy smile
and a massive mane of chemically enhanced hair.

GALE
(for the camera)
The small town of Bayboro, North
Carolina was devastated last night
when two young teenagers were found
brutally butchered. Authorities have
yet to issue a statement but our
sources tell us that no arrest has
been made and the murderer could
strike again...

ON SIDNEY. Moved, disturbed. From behind, a finger taps her
shoulder. She spins around to see...

Tatum Riley, same age, feisty, carefree.

TATUM
Do you believe this shit?

SIDNEY
What happened?

They break away from the crowd and head for school.

TATUM
Oh God! You don't know? Casey Becker
and Steve Forrest were killed last
night.

SIDNEY
No way.

TATUM
And not just killed, Sid. We're
talking splatter movie killed-split
open end to end.

SIDNEY
Casey Becker? She sits next to me in
English.

TATUM
Not anymore. Her parents found her
hanging from a tree. Her insides on
the outside.

SIDNEY
Do they know who did it?

TATUM
Fucking clueless -- they're
interrogating the entire school.
Teachers, students, staff, janitors...

SIDNEY
They think it's school-related?

TATUM
They don't know. Dewey said this is
the worst crime they've ever seen.
Even worse than...
(stopping herself)
Well it's bad. They're bringing in
the feds. This is big.

Sidney looks back at Gale, her face deeply pained.

INT. CLASSROOM - LATER

A frumpy old woman, MRS. TATE, faces her class. Her hands
clasped together. A tragic look upon her face.

MRS. TATE
...a terrible tragedy. An unbearable
loss. It's days like today we need
prayer in school...

Sidney sits near the rear of the room. The desk in front of
her sits vacant. Sidney can't take her eyes of it.

The door opens and a student opens with a slip of paper. He
hands it to Mrs. Tate.

MRS. TATE
Sidney. It appears to be your turn.

INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE

The room is at capacity... wall to wall with police, and the
likes. Some sit, stand, lean...

SHERIFF BURKE, a round man in his fifties, wipes the stress
from his face.

SHERIFF BURKE
Who's up next?

A young officer looks at the clipboard. This is DEPUTY RILEY,
better known as DEWEY. He's a big guy, 20's, handsome in a
scrubbed-clean boyish way.

DEWEY
Sidney Prescott.

Sheriff Burke gestures to bring her in. PRINCIPAL HIMBRY,
50's, an old codger of a man wearing a sour face speaks up.

MR. HIMBRY
Sidney Prescott. She was daughter
of...

DEWEY
We all know Sidney, Mr. Himbry.

SHERIFF BURKE
How she doin'?

MR. HIMBRY
She's adjusted well. Maintains an
"A" average. You never know she...

Himbry stops short, seeing Sidney in the doorway. He rises
and seats her.

SHERIFF BURKE
Hi Sidney.

SIDNEY
Sheriff Burke. Dewey.

Dewey shakes his head seriously.

DEWEY
It's Deputy Riley today, Sid.

SHERIFF BURKE
How is everything?

SIDNEY
Good.

SHERIFF BURKE
And your Dad? How's he doing?

SIDNEY
We're fine. Thanks.

MR. HIMBRY
We'll be brief, Sidney. The police
have a few questions they'd like to
ask you...

Sidney eyes them all nervously.

EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - LATER

Students sit at outdoor tables eating lunch. Crowded at one
table is the "gang". This consists of Sidney, Billy and Tatum.

Next to Tatum, sits her boyfriend STUART, with his arm draped
across her back. He's a Billy wannabe. Almost the jock, almost
handsome, almost cool. He tries way to hard.

Across the table is the fifth wheel, RANDY. A tall and gangly
kid with no such Billy-like aspirations. A witty jokester
who elevates geek to coolness.

TATUM
Hunt? Why would they ask if you like
to hunt?

STU
I don't know, they just did.

RANDY
Because their bodies were gutted.

Sidney flinches.

BILLY
Thanks Randy.

TATUM
They didn't ask me if I like to hunt.

STU
Because there's no way a girl could
have killed them.

TATUM
That is so sexist. The killer could
easily be female -- BASIC INSTINCT.

RANDY
That was an ice pick -- not exactly
the same.

STU
Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely
hollowed out. Takes a man to do
something like that.

TATUM
Or a man's mentality.

SIDNEY
(quiet, almost to
herself)
How do you gut someone?

All eyes turn to Sidney. A serious silence. And then:

STU
You take a knife and slit from the
groin to the sternum.

Sidney shivers down to her soul. The whole table rolls their
eyes at Stu.

STU
What? She asked.

BILLY
It's called tact, you fuckrag.

STU
Sorry.

RANDY
Remember in JAWS when they caught
the wrong shark at first and Richard
Dreyfuss cut it open to look for
body parts and all they found was a
licence plate and all this white
milky goo.

Stu leans over and socks Randy in the arm.

STU
You heard Billy -- shut the fuck up.

SIDNEY
Hey, Stu? Didn't you use to date
Casey?

Stu's taken back, a little off guard.

STU
For about two seconds.

RANDY
Before she dumped him for Steve.

Tatum turns to Stu, surprised.

TATUM
I thought you dumped her for me.

STU
I did. He's full of shit.

RANDY
And are the police aware you dated
the victim?

STU
(offended)
What are you saying? That I killed
her or something?

RANDY
It would certainly improve your high
school Q.

TATUM
Stu was with me last night.

RANDY
Oooooh... before or after he sliced
and diced.

TATUM
Fuck you, nut case. Where were you
last night?

RANDY
Working, thank you.

TATUM
I thought Blockbuster fired you.

RANDY
Twice.

STU
I didn't kill anybody.

BILLY
No one's saying you did.

RANDY
Besides --
(perfect Stu mimic)
"Takes a man to do something like
that."

STU
I'm gonna gut your ass in a second.

RANDY
(to Stu)
Did you really put her liver in the
mailbox? I hear they found her liver
in the mailbox.

TATUM
(eyeing Sidney)
Randy, you goon-fuck, I'm eating
here.

Stu nibbles at Tatum's neck.

STU
Yeah, Randy, she's getting mad. I
think you better liver alone.

Stu cracks up at his own joke. The others just MOAN. Sidney
is about to crawl out of her skin, trying hard to ignore it
all.

EXT. SIDNEY'S HOUSE - LATER

A huge two story country home with a spacious lawn.

A yellow school bus stops in front of the house and Sidney
steps off.

The house looks big and lonely as Sidney moves up the walk
to the front door.

INT. BEDROOM - LATER

Sidney is on the telephone.

SIDNEY
(into phone)
You sure I can stay over? My dad
won't be back til Sunday.

TATUM
(through phone)
No prob. I'll pick you up after
practice.

SIDNEY
Tell your mom I said thanks.

TATUM
Yeah, yeah... are you okay?

SIDNEY
Uh-huh, it's just... you know, the
police and reporters... it brings it
all back.

TATUM
I'll be there by seven. I promise

SIDNEY
Thanks, Tatum.

TATUM
Later.

Sidney hangs up. She takes a seat at her computer and boots
it up. She sits in front of it staring at the blue screen...
her own reflection staring back.

INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER

Sidney comes down the stairs, her arms carrying a change of
clothes, toothbrush, make-up...

She opens the hall closet and pulls a small overnight bag
from the top shelf. Moving into the living room she loads it
up, plopping down on the sofa, hitting the TV remote.

CLOSE ON THE SCREEN

A news reporter fades in.

REPORTER #1
(on TV)
The entire nation was shocked today
by the teen murders in North
Carolina...

Sidney switches channels.

REPORTER #2
The State Bureau of Investigation
has joined forces with local
authorities to help catch what the
Governor has called the most
heinous...

The channel switches again. Gale weathers appears, standing
in front of the school. Her white teeth gleaming.

GALE
This is not the first time the small
town of Bayboro has endured such
tragedy. Only a year ago, Maureen
Prescott, wife and mother, was found
raped and murdered...

An old black and white snapshot fills the screen-a woman,
beautiful and familiar.

CLOSE ON SIDNEY

eyes frozen, mesmerized by the image. Suddenly she CLICKS
the TV off. Her eyes go to the clock on the end table. 5:45
PM. Her eyes then move to the framed photo next to it... the
same black and white photo stares at her... a healthy, vibrant
woman. An older version of Sidney.

Sidney curls up on the sofa closing her eyes tight...

INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER

The clock on the end table reads 7:15 PM. Sidney is fast
asleep on the couch. The phone RINGS. Sidney leaps up grabbing
the portable phone.

TATUM
(from phone)
Practice ran late. I'm on my way.

SIDNEY
(eyes clock)
It's past seven.

TATUM
Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't
bite it til way after ten.

SIDNEY
I'm not worried.

TATUM
Good, 'cause I wanna swing by
BLOCKBUSTER and get us a video. I
was thinkin' Tom Cruise in ALL THE
RIGHT MOVES. You know, if you pause
it just right you can see his penis.

SIDNEY
Whatever. Just hurry.

TATUM
Bye.

She hangs up the phone. It immediately RINGS again.

SIDNEY
(into phone)
Tatum?

MAN'S VOICE
(from phone)
Hello, Sidney.

IT'S HIM. THE VOICE FROM BEFORE.

SIDNEY
Hi. Who is this?

MAN
You tell me.

Sidney thinks, trying to place his voice. It sounds a little
distorted.

SIDNEY
I have no idea.

MAN
Scary night, isn't it? With the
murders and all, it's like right out
of a horror movie or something.

SIDNEY
Aha, Randy, you gave yourself away.
Are you calling from work? Tatum's
on her way over.

MAN
Do you like scary movies, Sidney?

SIDNEY
I like that thing you're doing with
your voice, Randy. It's sexy.

MAN
What's your favorite scary movie?

SIDNEY
Don't start. You know I don't watch
that shit.

MAN
And why is that?

SIDNEY
(playing along)
Because they're all the same. It's
always some stupid killer stalking
some big breasted girl -- who can't
act -- who always runs up the stairs
when she should be going out the
front door. They're ridiculous.

A brief silence.

MAN
Are you alone in the house?

SIDNEY
That is so unoriginal. You disappoint
me, Randy.

MAN
Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.

SIDNEY
So who are you?

MAN
The question is not who am I. The
question is where am I?

SIDNEY
So where are you?

MAN
Your front porch.

This gives her pause. She moves to the window and pulls aside
the drapes.

SIDNEY
Why would you call me from my front
porch?

MAN
That's the original part.

ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW. She can't quite see all of the porch.

SIDNEY
Oh yeah? Well I call your bluff.

Sidney goes to the front door. She unlocks the bolt, unsnags
the chain, and pulls the door open... revealing the front
porch...

COMPLETELY EMPTY.

She steps out onto it, phone still in hand. A single light
shines overhead illuminating the porch, but little beyond.
Darkness is all around.

SIDNEY
So where are you?

MAN
Right here.

Sidney peers out into the darkness past thick shrubs that
grow on either side of the porch.

SIDNEY
Can you see me right now?

MAN
Uh-huh.

SIDNEY
What am I doing?

She sticks her finger up her nose, pretending to pick.
Silence. No answer.

SIDNEY
Good try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry.
Bye now.

MAN
If you hang up, you'll die just like
your mother.

Sidney stops dead in her tracks, speechless.

MAN
(deadly)
Do you want to die, Sidney? Your
mother didn't.

His seriousness unnerves her. Sid flies off the handle.

SIDNEY
FUCK YOU! YOU CRETIN!

She hangs up on him. Moves back inside the house. Locks,
chains, and bolts the door when...

A FIGURE COMES LEAPING OUT OF THE HALL CLOSET

rushing her, ramming into her side... the phone flies... the
FIGURE is on top of her as she goes down... SCREAMING...

She looks up to see the FIGURE, darkly dressed with a pale,
distorted face, white and ghostly... a mask.

Her instincts surface and she kicks up with her foot making
the contact with his leg... he topples over... coming right
at her, his hand finding her neck. Suddenly, along, silver
blade appears above her.

Sidney pulls, jerks, twists... finally she lifts her torso
forward knocking the FIGURE off her... sending him reeling
into the living room. Wasting no time, Sidney leaps to her
feet.

She moves to the front door, unlocks it... pulls it open...
it catches on the chain. Shit! She pushes it closed again
looking behind her... the FIGURE has risen, knife in hand.
Sidney pulls on the chain and then -- inexplicably turns
and...

RUNS UP THE STAIRS. The FIGURE right behind her.

INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING

The FIGURE leaps at Sidney taking hold of her foot, she grabs
madly at the wall... her hands grasp a framed painting -- a
quiet country home, subdued colors, done in oils -- she rips
it from the wall swinging it behind her...

It catches the FIGURE head on, smashing against his skull,
sending him backwards, tumbling down the stairs. Sidney races
to her bedroom...

INT. BEDROOM

She locks the door shut, the pulls her closet door open,
placing the edge right at the door knob just as...

THE FIGURE POUNDS AGAINST THE BEDROOM DOOR...

ramming it, it rips open, but the closet door catches it in
a crazy vice-like hold.

Sidney grabs the desk phone. It's dead... off the hook
downstairs.

The figure rushes the door several times... the frame
splinters... but won't give.

Sidney is at her computer, she punches at the keypad madly.

CLOSE ON SCREEN AS WORDS APPEAR.

FAX MODEM
9-1-1 SEND

The knife slashes through the crack in the door wildly.

ON SCREEN AGAIN

HELP KILLER
34 ELM ST

Sidney presses SEND when it occurs to her -- all is quiet.
The FIGURE is gone. A fearful silence. She looks around...
the only sound her own rapid, terrified BREATHING.

ON THE SCREEN

"Stay calm. Police enroute."

Suddenly a NOISE at the window... Sidney looks up to see...

BILLY

her boyfriend, staring at her, surprised.

SIDNEY
Oh Billy... Please... God...

BILLY
I heard screaming. The door was
locked. Are you okay...

SIDNEY
He's here. He's trying to kill me...

Billy pulls himself through the window. As he does, a small
black object falls from his dark jeans. It hits the floor as
Sidney eyes it... a sleek, compact cellular phone.

Sidney stops in her tracks. Their eyes meet... an eternity.
A SIREN is heard in the distance. Sidney bolts...

BILLY
Hey... wait... what's goin...

Billy reaches for her. Sidney unblocks the bedroom door and
tears out of the room.

INT. LANDING

Sidney nearly falls down the stairs...

INT. FOYER

She rips the chain off the door, pulls it open, coming face
to face with a white, ghostly mask. A massive SCREAM erupts
from her gut as...

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK

to find Dewey -- Deputy Riley, holding it. Red lights flash,
sirens BLAST as car after car surrounds the house.

Sidney falls into the safety of Dewey's arms.

EXT. FRONT YARD - MINUTES LATER

The yard is a whirlwind of activity. An ambulance, squad
cars, cops everywhere...

CLOSE ON BILLY'S FACE

as it SMASHES against the hood of a police car. His hands
are being cuffed, his rights being read.

BILLY
(screaming)
I didn't do anything! Sid... where's
Sid? Ask her, she'll tell ya...

Dewey holds a car door open as Sheriff Burke steps out.

DEWEY
We got him, Sheriff. Billy Loomis.

SHERIFF BURKE
Hank Loomis' kid? Aw... Jesus...

DEWEY
He's her boyfriend.

They approach Billy as he's being placed in a squad car.

BILLY
Sheriff... I didn't do it... please,
call my Dad... please...

The squad car disappears with Billy as another car comes to
a stop in front of the house. Tatum gets out, freaked beyond
belief.

Back to the Sheriff and Dewey as they storm across the yard.

DEWEY
I was first to respond.

SHERIFF BURKE
What were you doing out here?

DEWEY
Drive by patrol.

SHERIFF BURKE
How is she?

DEWEY
She's tough.

SHERIFF BURKE
Have to be. The shit she's gone
through.

Across the yard sits Sidney, in the back of an ambulance as
PARAMEDICS check her out.

Sheriff Burke and Riley approach.

SHERIFF BURKE
We're seeing a lot of you today.

She tries to smile but fails.

DEWEY
You gonna be able to come down to
the station and talk to us a bit?

SIDNEY
...yeah...

TATUM appears, barreling past an OFFICER.

TATUM
What happened? Oh God...

Tatum rushes to her, grabbing hold of her.

DEWEY
(to Tatum)
What are you doing here?

TATUM
Oh, God, Sid, I'm sorry I was late.

DEWEY
You can't be here, Tatum. This is an
official crime scene.

SIDNEY
It's okay. She was supposed to pick
me up.

TATUM
Her dad's out of town. She's staying
with us.

DEWEY
Does mom know?

TATUM
Yes, you doofus.

Two news vans come driving up the street.

SHERIFF BURKE
The vultures are coming. Let's get
you out of here.

EXT. STREET

A big, white news van comes to a stop in front of the house.
The side door slides open and Gale Weathers hops out just in
time to see Sidney being escorted to a squad car.

GALE
I'll be damned.

Jumping from the driver's seat is KENNY, Gale's cameraman
and flunky. An earnest young chap on the chubby side.

KENNY
What? What?

GALE
Jesus! The camera-hurry!

But it's too late. Sidney is as good as gone. Gale sees Tatum
moving quickly to her car.

GALE
Excuse me?

Tatum looks up to see Gale Weathers rushing her.

GALE
Was that Sidney Prescott they took
away?

TATUM
I don't know.

Tatum hops in her car, ignoring her.

GALE
What happened to her?

TATUM
I'm not talking to you.

Tatum's car peels out as Kenny comes running up with his
camera.

KENNY
Where'd she go?

Gale spins around, flashing her pearly whites.

GALE
Look, Kenny, I know you're about
fifty pounds overweight but when I
say hurry please interpret that as...
MOVE YOUR FAT TUB OF LARD ASS NOW!

Gale moves back to the van leaving Kenny miffed.

INT. POLICE STATION

A small town station. The bull pen is a little square room
with four desks and tonight -- it's hopping. Cops everywhere.

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Sidney sits at a desk drinking a cup of water. She wears the
Sheriff's jacket over her shoulders. Dewey approaches.

SIDNEY
Did you reach my Dad?

DEWEY
You're sure it was the Hilton?

SIDNEY
At the airport.

DEWEY
He's not registered. Could he have
gone to another hotel?

SIDNEY
I don't know. I guess.

DEWEY
We'll find him, Sid. Don't worry.

Sidney stares blankly, numb.

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Billy sits opposite Sheriff Burke. Next to Billy, sits his
father, HANK LOOMIS, an older version of Billy.

SHERIFF BURKE
What are you doing with a cellular
telephone, son?

MR. LOOMIS
It's my phone. He was just playing
around with it.

SHERIFF BURKE
You got some ideas of playing around,
boy.

BILLY
I didn't call anyone with it. I just
took it for fun.

MR. LOOMIS
Everybody's got one now. Why don't
you check the phone bill for
chrissakes. Call my carrier -- AirFone
Comp. They'll have records of every
number dialed.

SHERIFF BURKE
Thank you, Hank. We're on it. What
were you doing out at Sidney's
tonight?

BILLY
I just wanted to see her, that's
all.

SHERIFF BURKE
You rode your bike out there?

BILLY
Yes, sir.

SHERIFF BURKE
And last night? Sidney said you
crawled through her window last night
too?

MR. LOOMIS
(surprised)
You were out last night?

BILLY
I watched TV for awhile but the I
felt like going for a bike ride.

SHERIFF BURKE
Did you ride past Casey Becker's
house?

BILLY
No, I didn't. I didn't kill anyone,
Sheriff.

SHERIFF BURKE
We're gonna have to keep you, Billy.
The governor's got SBI, FBI, and god
knows who else on their way down
here.

Billy fights tears.

BILLY
This is crazy. I didn't do it.

Sheriff Burke eyes him up and down, very carefully.

INT. POLICE BULL PEN - MINUTES LATER

Tatum has joined Sidney. The sheriff's door opens and Billy
is led out by a coupla UNIFORMS. Burke and Dewey appear in
the door watching Tatum comfort Sidney.

OUT OF EAR SHOT

DEWEY
That ghost mask is sold at both
Kroger's and WalMart. Neither of
which keep purchase records.

SHERIFF BURKE
What about the cellular phone bill?

DEWEY
They're pulling Loomis' account. But
it'll be morning before we see
something. You think he did it?

SHERIFF BURKE
Twenty years ago I woulda said not a
chance. But these kids today... damn
if I know.

TATUM (O.S.)
Hey... Dewey. Can we go now?

DEWEY
Hold up a sec...

SHERIFF BURKE
She staying with you?

DEWEY
We haven't located her Dad yet.

TATUM (O.S.)
Goddamnit, Dewey!

Dewey turns to her, his face red.

DEWEY
What did Mama tell you? When I wear
this badge you treat me like a man
of the law.

TATUM
I'm sorry, Deputy Dewey-boy but we're
ready to go.

SHERIFF BURKE
Use the back way. Avoid the circus.

EXT. POLICE STATION - SIDE DOOR

The door opens and Sidney, Tatum, Dewey, and a coupla OFFICERS
exit avoiding the horde of REPORTERS that can be seen around
the corner waiting anxiously at the front entrance.

DEWEY
I'll get the car. Wait here.

Dewey takes off. From the darkness of the alley, Gale Weathers
appears with Kenny and his camera. They've been waiting.

GALE
Hello Sidney.

Sidney spins around to see Gale, standing, smiling at her.
Sidney's body tightens and her face goes taut.

GALE
Some night. Are you alright?

Their eyes meet in cold familiar stare. Sidney says nothing.
She's visibly shaking.

GALE
What happened?

TATUM
She's not answering any questions.
Just leave us alone, okay?

SIDNEY
It's okay, Tatum. She's just doing
her job. Right, GALE?

GALE
Yes, that's right.

Dewey, in a squad car, turns into the alley and pulls up.
The other news people have wisened up. They begin to flock
the alley.

SIDNEY
How's the book?

GALE
It'll be out later this year.

Sidney tries to contain herself... squeezing a clenched fist.

SIDNEY
I'll look for it.

GALE
I'll send you a copy.

In a blurred, unexpected instant, Sidney brings her fist
forward, SMASHING it hard into Gale Weathers's face. The
impact sends Gale reeling backwards, knocking into Kenny as
they both tumble to the pavement.

ON SIDNEY... breathing deep, a sense of satisfaction on her
face.

INT. TATUM'S BEDROOM - LATER

A spacious bedroom. Typical. Tatum and Sidney lay on the
bed. They both wear night shirts.

TATUM
God, I loved it. "I'll send you a
copy." BAM! Bitch went down. "I'll
send you a copy." BAM! Sid --
SuperBitch!

Dewey appears in the doorway holding a bag of ice.

DEWEY
I thought you might want some ice
for that right hook.

Sidney sits up, takes the ice, and puts it on her hand.

DEWEY
I'll be right next door. Try to get
some sleep.

Dewey moves back out the door.

SIDNEY
Any word on my Dad?

DEWEY
(turning to her)
Not yet, but we're looking. If you
need anything...

TATUM
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Dewey smiles, pulling the door closed on his way out. Sidney
lies back down.

SIDNEY
Just another sleepover at the Riley's.

TATUM
Just like old times, ain't it?

SIDNEY
No, nothing's like it used to be.

Sidney rolls over at her side, away from Tatum.

A telephone RINGS somewhere in the house.

TATUM
Do you really think Billy did it?

SIDNEY
He was there, Tatum.

TATUM
I knew this guy was too perfect. He
was destined to have a flaw.

A KNOCK at the door. It opens and a friendly, graying woman
pops in. This is MAMA RILEY. She wears a comforting smile.

MAMA RILEY
Telephone, dear.

TATUM
Who is it?

MAMA RILEY
It's for Sid

SIDNEY
My Dad?

Mama Riley shakes her head sadly.

TATUM
Take a message.

SIDNEY
It's alright. I'll get it.

Sidney takes off out the door. Mama Riley motions to Tatum.

MAMA RILEY
(whispers)
How is she?

Tatum shrugs.

INT. HALLWAY

Sidney grabs the phone at the end of the hall.

SIDNEY
Hello?

MAN
(from phone)
Hello Sidney.

IT'S HIM. The CAMERA does a Hitchcock as Sidney's entire
body goes weak... his VOICE moving through her... invading
her. She CRIES OUT.

SIDNEY
NOOOOOO...

Mama Riley turns in the doorway. Tatum comes bolting out of
the bedroom.

MAN
(from phone)
Poor Billy-boyfriend. An innocent
guy doesn't stand a chance with you.

SIDNEY
LEAVEMEALONE!

MAN
Looks like you fingered the wrong
guy... again.

SIDNEY
Who are you?

TATUM
Hang up, Sid.

MAN
Don't worry. You'll find out soon
enough. I promise.

Mama Riley BEATS on a closed bedroom door.

MAMA RILEY
Dewey! Dewey!

MAN
This is gonna be fun, Sidney. Just
like old times.

CLICK.

Dewey flies out of his room wearing only his boxers... holding
his gun.

DEWEY
What? What?

The phone goes dead. Sidney stands frozen.

EXT. BAYBORO MAIN STREET - DAWN - ESTABLISHING

The morning sun shines high over Bayboro Townsquare. Cars
come to life, townsfolk stir as the picture postcard community
awakens from a restless sleep.

INT. KITCHEN - MORNING

Sidney and Tatum sit at the kitchen table, dressed and ready
for school as Mama Riley serves up breakfast. A small
television sits on the counter BLARING.

Dewey, in uniform, stands near the door, talking on the phone.

MAMA RILEY
I think you girls really should stay
home today.

TATUM
Your objection is duly noted.

SIDNEY
I'd rather be around a lot of people,
Mama Riley.

From the TV, Sidney hears her name, "SIDNEY PRESCOTT..."
All eyes go to the television.

REPORTER
(on TV)
...who escaped a vicious attack last
night was the daughter of Maureen
Prescott who was brutally killed
last year when convicted murderer
Cotton Weary...

INSERT of COTTON WEARY, in prison fatigues. A once handsome
man, now haggard and worn.

REPORTER
...broke into their home and savagely
raped and tortured the deceased.
Cotton Weary is currently awaiting
appeal for the death sentence handed
down after the young Sidney testified
against him. She was the key witness
in the state's prosecution...

SIDNEY
It's never gonna stop. Is it?

Dewey is off the phone.

DEWEY
Billy was released. His cellular
bill was clean. He didn't make those
calls.

SIDNEY
Somebody called me, Dewey. I'm not
making it up.

DEWEY
I know. We're checking every cellular
account in the county. Any calls
made to you or Casey Becker are being
cross-referenced. It's gonna take
time but we'll find him.

SIDNEY
And my Dad? Any word on him?

Riley shakes his head "no".

EXT. SCHOOL STREET - LATER

Once again, REPORTERS line the street attacking students as
they make their way to school, asking questions, hungry for
that teenage insight.

Dewey's patrol jeep cruises by. Sidney watches from the
passenger's window.

INT. PATROL CAR

Dewey pulls up in front of the school. Tatum hops out while
Sid lingers, suddenly unsure. Dewey takes notice.

DEWEY
Hey, it's school. You'll be safe
here.

Sidney forces herself out of the jeep as a microphone is
shoved in her face...

REPORTER
How does it feel to almost be brutally
murdered?

Dewey leaps from the car, intercepting the reporter.

DEWEY
Leave the girl alone, will ya? She
wants to go to school.

Sidney eyes the newsvan that's pulled up behind her. The
side door slides open and Gale Weathers steps out.

TATUM
Come on, Sid.

SIDNEY
Just a sec... I need to talk to
someone.

She heads over to Gale.

EXT. NEWSVAN - STREET

Sidney, puts her head down, hiding her face... avoiding other
reporters as she makes her way to...

Gale who sits in the open door, checking her face in a mirror.
Makeup tries hard to hide Sid's handwork -- a swollen black
and blue right cheek.

Gale spots Sidney immediately and leaps to her feet.

GALE
Stop right there.

Sidney throws her hands up in surrender.

SIDNEY
I'm not here to fight.

GALE
Just stay back.

SIDNEY
I want to talk to you.

GALE
(calling into the van)
Kenny. Camera. Now.

Kenny's head darts out from the van.

SIDNEY
Off the record. No cameras.

GALE
Forget it.

Sidney contains herself.

SIDNEY
Please. You owe me.

GALE
I owe you shit.

Gale moves inside the van. But Sidney is relentless.

SIDNEY
You owe my mother.

GALE
Your mother's murder was last year's
hottest court case. Somebody was
gonna write a book about it.

SIDNEY
And it had to be you with all your
lies and bullshit theories.

GALE
What is your problem? You got what
you wanted. Cotton Weary is in jail.
They're gonna gas him. A book is not
gonna change that.

SIDNEY
Do you still think he's innocent?

Gale's interest is peaked. She eyes Sidney suspiciously.

GALE
He was convicted in a court of law.
Your testimony put him away. It
doesn't matter what I think.

SIDNEY
During the trial, you did all those
stories about me. You called me a
liar.

GALE
I think you falsely identified him.
Yes.

SIDNEY
Have you talked to Cotton?

GALE
Many times.

SIDNEY
Has his story changed?

GALE
Not one word. He admits to having
sex with your mother but that's all.

SIDNEY
He's lying. She wouldn't have touched
him. He raped her, then butchered
her. Her blood was all over his coat.

GALE
He was drunk that night. He left his
coat at your house, after your mother
seduced him...

SIDNEY
I saw him leaving wearing it.

GALE
But couldn't it have been someone
else you saw wearing that coat? The
same person who planted it in Cotton's
car, framing him? The same person
who really killed your mother?

A long beat. Sidney considers this for the millionth time.

SIDNEY
No, Cotton murdered my mother.

But there's doubt in her voice. Gale's face lights up.

GALE
You're not so sure anymore, are you?

Sidney clams up.

SIDNEY
No, it was Cotton.

Tatum comes waltzing up.

TATUM
(to GALE)
Nice welt.

Gale ignores her, zeroing in on Sidney, half realizing.

GALE
The killer is still on the loose,
isn't he? These murders are related.

TATUM
Yo -- let's rock.

Sidney starts to fidget.

SIDNEY
I'm sorry I mangled your face.

She take off with Tatum. Gale calls after her.

GALE
Wait, Sidney, don't go...

But Sidney and Tatum have already disappeared in the crowd
of students moving across campus.

Gale looks to Kenny.

GALE
Jesus Christ! An innocent man on
death row. A killer still on the
loose. Kenny, tell me I'm dreaming.

KENNY
You want to go live?

Gale's mind races with possibilities.

GALE
No, not so fast. We have nothing
concrete.

KENNY
When did that ever stop you? You
can't sit on this. This is huge.

GALE
If I'm gonna blow this up -- I need
hard proof.

KENNY
But it's so much easier when we make
it up.

GALE
Not this time. I owe Cotton that
much. Hell, even I thought that man
was guilty.

EXT. SCHOOL CAMPUS - SECONDS LATER

Tatum and Sidney make their way across campus.

TATUM
Just relax. You're at school now. No
one can get you here.

SIDNEY
But if it wasn't Billy it could be
anybody. He could be here at school
right now.

They move up the walk as a FIGURE falls in step behind them,
sporting a WHITE GHOST MASK.

TATUM
Serial killers are smart by
definition.

They minimize their risk. They plan and pre-calculate
everything. Showing up here would be the most lame-brain
move he could make.

SIDNEY
He promised me he'd be back.

As easy as the figure appeared, it disappears-falling out of
site, unseen by either of them.

TATUM
I wouldn't put too much stock in a
psycho's promise.

They move up the front steps toward the main doors of the
school as the GHOST MASKED FIGURE reappears... standing at
the top of the steps... Sidney sees it first, stopping dead
in her tracks.

She steps back, spinning around to find...

A GHOST FACE behind her as well, both of them approaching,
closing in on her. Sidney starts to SCREAM when the two ghosts
bust up LAUGHING, tearing off across campus.

EXT. STREET

In front of the school we catch up a REPORTER doing a live
remote. He holds a mask in his hand.

REPORTER
This morning several students, in
what appears to be a prank, have
been spotted wearing masks. School
officials have yet to comment but
this is the same type of mask worn
by the killer...

INT. HALLWAY - MINUTES LATER

Just before the bell. The hallway is congested with students
heading to class. Tatum is at her locker with Sidney.

SIDNEY
This is a mistake. I shouldn't be
here.

TATUM
I want you to meet me here right
after class, okay?

Billy appears in the crowd, with Stu tagging behind. Tatum
spots him first.

TATUM
Shit, what is he doing here?

SIDNEY
I bet he's pissed.

TATUM
Just ignore him. You had good reason
to think what you did.

Billy and Stu approach. Billy's face is solemn.

BILLY
Hi, Sid. Can we talk a sec?

Sidney says nothing. She can barely look at him. Tatum
intervenes.

TATUM
You know if I were accused of carving
up two people, I'd take the
opportunity to skip school.

STU
Hey, go easy, Tatum. He didn't do
it.

BILLY
Talk to me, Sid.

Suddenly, a SCREAM erupts. All eyes go to a GHOST MASKED
STUDENT running down the hall, screaming wildly, running
amuck.

SIDNEY
Why are they doing this?

STU
Are you kidding? This is like
Christmas.

Billy punches Stu in the side.

STU
Owwww...

BILLY
You open your mouth and stupidity
pours out.

STU
Sorry.

Sidney, clearly upset, takes off down the hall. Billy races
off after her.

TATUM
(yelling)
Stay away from her, Billy.

Tatum SLAMS her locker door shut as the bell RINGS.

INT. CORRIDOR - SECONDS LATER

With first period underway, the halls have cleared. One or
two struggling students can be seen rushing to class.

Sidney moves quickly down the hall, rounding a corner, running
smack into...

BILLY

They collide hard catching Sidney off guard, scaring the
life out of her. She falls backwards, but Billy catches her
fall.

SIDNEY
Jesus, SHIT!

BILLY
Hey, hey, it's just me.

Sidney pulls away from him quickly. Billy feels the slight.

BILLY
What? You don't still think it's me?

Sidney catches her breath.

SIDNEY
No... I don't... it's just... Oh
God, Billy, someone was there, someone
tried to kill me.

BILLY
The police say I scared him off. It
wasn't me, Sid.

SIDNEY
I know. He called again last night
at Tatum's house.

BILLY
See, it couldn't have been me. I was
in jail, remember?

SIDNEY
I'm so sorry... please understand.

BILLY
Understand what? That I got a
girlfriend who would rather accuse
me of being a psychopathic killer
than touch me.

SIDNEY
You know that's not true.

BILLY
Then what is it? Is there somebody
else?

SIDNEY
No...

BILLY
Is it the sex thing? Am I being too
pushy?

SIDNEY
No, it's me, Billy. I need time. I'm
still adjusting to my mom.

BILLY
It's been a year since she died.

SIDNEY
(correcting him)
Tomorrow. One year tomorrow.

BILLY
When are you gonna let that go, Sid?
When my mom left my dad -- I just
accepted it. This is the way it is.
She's not coming back.

SIDNEY
(sharply)
Your parents split up. It's not the
same thing. Your mom left town, she's
not in a coffin somewhere.

BILLY
You have to move on, Sid.

Sidney starts to walk away but turns back, angry.

SIDNEY
I'm glad to know you're coping so
well with life, Billy. But some of
us aren't so perfect. Some of us are
just trying to hold on.

Sidney disappears through a door marked GIRL'S BATHROOM,
leaving Billy alone in the hallway. He SMACKS his forehead,
pissed at himself.

INT. GIRL'S BATHROOM

Large and spacious. Closed bathroom stalls line one wall
facing a row of sinks and a huge mirror. Sidney enters as
TWO GIRLS tinkle and talk -- each from their respective
stalls.

GIRL #1
She was never attacked. I think she
made it all up.

GIRL #2
Why would she lie about it?

GIRL #1
For attention. The girl has some
serious issues.

Sidney listens intently.

A toilet FLUSHES. Sidney quickly jumps in a stall, hiding,
just as GIRL #1 appears from a stall. She looks like that
voice -- a snotty little twit.

GIRL #1
What if she did it? What if Sidney
killed Casey and Steve?

GIRL #2
And why would she do that?

GIRL #1
Maybe she was hot for Steve and killed
them both in a jealous rage.

Another toilet FLUSHES.

GIRL #2
Why would Sidney want to be with
Steve? She has her own bubble-butt
boyfriend Billy.

GIRL #1
Maybe she's a slut just like her
mom.

INSIDE THE STALL Sidney listens. Her face weakening.

GIRL #2
You're evil.

GIRL #1
Please, it's common knowledge. Her
mother was a trollop.

GIRL #2 appears from her stall -- another twit. They both
stand in front of the mirror adjusting two snotty faces.

GIRL #2
Cut some slack. She watched her mom
get butchered.

GIRL #1
And it fucked her up royally. Think
about it. It makes perfect sense.
Her mom's death leaves her distraught
and hostile at a cruel and inhumane
world, she's disillusioned, where's
God, etc. Completely suicidal. And
one day she snaps. She wants to kill
herself but realizes teen suicide is
out this year. And homicide is a
much healthier therapeutic expression.

From the stall, Sidney listens, her heart pounding, jaw
quivering.

GIRL #2
Where do you get this shit?

GIRL #1
Ricki Lake.

The two girls exit. Sidney moves out of the stall, catching
her reflection in the mirror.

SIDNEY
Pathetic.

Water DRIPS somewhere from a leaky pipe as wind WHISTLES in
from the cracked transom above the bathroom door. It sound
almost like a whisper, "Siddneey..."

Sidney spins around. What the... She checks out the bathroom.
The doors to the stalls are all closed. She bends down and
scans beneath them, looking for feet. No one. Nothing.

Sidney turns back to the mirror. Suddenly...

MAN
(o.c. whisper)
Siddneey...

Unmistakable this time. The VOICE strikes Sidney like a nail
through the eye. It comes from one of the stalls. She stands
thunderstruck, eyeing the stalls thru the mirror.

SIDNEY
Is someone there?

A long, morose silence. And then:

MAN
(softly, simply)
It's me, Sidney.

Sidney spins around. Fuck no! HE'S HERE. Terror floods her
face. She eyes the exit door, then the row of stalls she
must pass to get to it.

She checks under the stalls again. Nothing... where the fuck
is he? She takes a step forward when...

TWO FEET step down from a toilet onto the floor in the last
stall. Sidney's face draws tight as the stall door begins to
CREAK open. She bolts forward, making a break for it... but
slips on the wet floor... her feet flying out from under...

Sidney reaches out... grabs hold of a sink... saves herself
from falling... she glimpses a GHOST MASK in the mirror coming
for her. A hand grabs her shoulder as she SLAMS her body
through the exit door... narrowly escaping.

INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

Sidney flies out of the bathroom door SCREAMING... burning
up the hallway, not looking back. A TEACHER, hearing her
SCREAM, peer out from an open doorway... as Sidney sprints
by him, not stopping... running madly.

INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

CLOSE on a red-faced Principal Himbry as he reads someone
the riot act.

MR. HIMBRY
I'm sickened. Your whole havoc-
inducing, thieving, whoring generation
disgusts me.

The CAMERA SWINGS AROUND to reveal two GHOST MASKED STUDENTS
standing at attention. Mr. Himbry rips the mask off of one
of the student's heads.

MR. HIMBRY
Two students have been savagely
murdered. And this is how we express
our compassion and sensivity?

He rips the mask off the other student.

MR. HIMBRY
We throw on a mask and dance around
campus just hoping someone else gets
butchered before we get bored again.
You're both expelled.

The GHOSTS doth protest...

GHOST #1
Aw, come on, Mr. Himbry, it was just
a joke.

GHOST #2
Yeah, that's not fair.

A deep rooted hostility has taken over Mr. Himbry's face.
Neither student budges, scared to even breathe.

MR. HIMBRY
No, it's not fair. Fairness would be
to rip your insides out and hang you
from a tree so you can be exposed
for the desensitized, heartless little
shits that you are.

Suddenly the door BURSTS open and Sidney appears, hysterical.

SIDNEY
(crying)
He's here... I saw him... he's here...

Mr. Himbry rushes to her, arms outstretched.

MR. HIMBRY
Easy child.

Sidney collapses in his arms.

EXT. SCHOOL STREET - MINUTES LATER

Dewey's patrol jeep is parked in front of the school. He
stands in the open driver's door talking on the radio.

SHERIFF BURKE
(from radio)
She's okay. Looks like some boys
were teasing her. Himbry's shutting
down the school though. I want you
to take look around.

DEWEY
Yes, sir, sheriff.

Dewey shuts the jeep door and heads for campus when Gale
Weathers appears, her fake face aglow.

GALE
Hi! Gale Weathers. Field
Correspondent, INSIDE STORY.

DEWEY
I know who you are, ma'am. How's the
eye?

GALE
Productive. So they're closing down
the school?

DEWEY
Well... uh... yes ma'am. For the
time being.

Dewey heads for the school building. Gale scurries along
side him flirtatiously.

GALE
And why is that? Has something
happened?

DEWEY
You're not supposed to be here, ma'am.

GALE
I know, I should be in New York
covering the Sharon Stone stalker
but who knew? Please, call me Gale.
You look awfully young to be a police
officer.

Dewey's eyes wander down to Gale's long legs, the way her
hips move as she walks... he's clearly distracted.

DEWEY
I'm twenty-five years old, ma'am.

GALE
Twenty-five, huh? In a demographic
study I proved to be most popular
amongst males, 11-24. I just missed
you. Of course, you don't look a day
over twelve, except in the upper
torso area. Does the force require
that you work out?

Dewey looks away, blushing a bit.

DEWEY
No, ma'am. Because of my boyish good
looks, muscle mass has increased my
acceptance as a serious police
officer.

They approach the school's front entrance. Suddenly, Mr.
Himbry's VOICE in amplified through intercoms across campus
via the PA system. They stop to listen.

MR. HIMBRY
(via PA)
"Your attention please. Due to the
recent events that have occurred and
until it comes to a resolve --
effective immediately -- all classes
are suspended til further notice.
The Bayboro Police Dept. has also
asked me to announce a city wide
curfew beginning at 6 o'clock PM. I
repeat..."

Gale speaks over Mr. Himbry's voice.

GALE
Boy, you people sure do make fuss
over a serial killer.

DEWEY
Serial killer is not really accurate,
ma'am. The killer has yet to strike
twice.

GALE
Well, we can hope, can't we? We
certainly don't have any leads. A
ghost mask, a cellular phone -- not
much there.

DEWEY
We're tracking the cellular phone
bill.

GALE
Really? You small town guys are good.
And have you located Sidney's father?

DEWEY
No, not yet.

GALE
He's not a suspect, is he?

DEWEY
We haven't ruled out that possibil...

Dewey, realizing he's said too much, clams up.

DEWEY
If you'll excuse me, ma'am.

GALE
Am I keeping you? I'm sorry.

DEWEY
That's quite alright. If I may say
so, ma'am, you're much prettier in
person.

Dewey starts up the school's front steps as the bell RINGS.

GALE
So you do watch the show?

He turns to her earnestly as STUDENTS come pouring out the
front doors.

DEWEY
I just turned 25. I was 24 for a
whole year.

GALE
You are precious. Please, call me
Gale.

She smiles deliciously, gives him a wink, then struts off as
Dewey, like a nervous little school boy watches her go.

INT. SCHOOL CORRIDOR - SECONDS LATER

School is clearing out. The halls have begun to empty as
Tatum escorts Sidney down the hallway.

TATUM
It was just some sick fuck having a
laugh.

SIDNEY
It was him, Tatum. I know it.

Tatum wants to believe her but...

TATUM
You are not to be alone again. Is
that clear? If you pee -- I pee.

Stu appears.

STU
Is this not cool or what? Hey, Sid,
what happened?

TATUM
For once, Stu, drop it.

STU
Okay, but whatever you did -- the
entire student body thanks you.

Stu moves to Tatum and gives her a kiss.

STU
And to celebrate this impromptu fall
break, I propose we have a party.
Tonight, my house.

SIDNEY
Are you serious?

STU
My parents are out of town. It'll be
like my hurricane bash last year.
Nothing extreme. Just a few of us,
hangin'.

Tatum warms to the idea.

TATUM
This could be good. What do you think,
Sid?

SIDNEY
I don't know...

TATUM
Come on. Pathos has it's perks.

Sidney considers trying hard to be good spirited.

STU
Remember, there's safety in numbers.

SIDNEY
(giving in)
Yeah, okay... whatever.

STU
Cool. See you guys tonight. Bring
food.

Stu speeds off, sliding down the empty hallway.

INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - LATER

Mr. Himbry sits at his desk staring at the ghosts masks before
him. He picks one of them up, snickering.

MR. HIMBRY
Damn...

He stands and moves to the closet next to his office door.
He pulls it open to reveal a mirror hooked inside the door.
He tries the mask on, pulling it over his face, looking in
the mirror when...

A KNOCK AT THE DOOR stops him. He rips the mask off his head,
turns to his office door and opens it to reveal...

AN EMPTY DOORWAY. He pokes his head into the outer office
area and looks around. But no one's there.

MR. HIMBRY
Yes? Hello?

The place is empty. A little suspicious he closes the door,
catching his reflection in the closet mirror. He looks at
the mask in his hands. Jesus, even he's jumpy. Two seconds
later...

ANOTHER KNOCK AT THE DOOR. Himbry grabs the door quickly,
this time throwing it open. Again no one's there. He steps
out into the outer office determined to catch a prankster.

INT. OUTER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Completely empty. Mr. Himbry moves through the outer office
and into the school corridor. The overhead lights have been
turned off and the corridor is now dark and deserted. He
looks up and down the hall. Only a JANITOR is seen in the
distance pushing a broom.

MR. HIMBRY
Little shits.

Mr. Himbry returns to his office.

INT. OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

Himbry reenters his office, moving to his desk, when he spots
the closet door NOW CLOSED SHUT.

This gives him a pause -- he had left it open. Hadn't he?
Suddenly, he can't remember. He shifts uneasy, reaching for
the door knob, pulling the door open to reveal...

AN EMPTY CLOSET. He stands still a moment, suddenly realizing
someone could easily now be standing behind the open closet
door. Nervously, he pushes it shut to reveal...

NOTHING. Himbry shakes away his jitters, realizing he's
spooked himself. He continues to his desk, pushing his office
door shut when...

A GHOST MASKED FIGURE lunges from behind it... knife in hand.
Quick and easy. Three quick jabs to the stomach and Himbry
goes down. The GHOST MASKED FIGURE towering above him.

EXT. TATUM'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON - LATER

The late afternoon sun is quickly disappearing.

Tatum and Sidney rock on the front porch looking out into
the small town neighborhood. Dewey's patrol jeep is parked
in the driveway.

Despite loud music, BLARING from an inside stereo, this is a
quiet moment.

TATUM
Maybe Cotton Weary is telling the
truth. Maybe he was having an affair
with your mom.

SIDNEY
So you think my mom was a slut too?

TATUM
I didn't say that, Sid. But you know
there were rumors. Your dad was always
out of town on business. Maybe your
mom was a very unhappy woman.

SIDNEY
If they were having an affair how
come that Cotton couldn't prove it
in court?

TATUM
You can't prove a rumor. That's why
it's a rumor.

SIDNEY
Created by that little tabloid twit
Gale Weathers.

TATUM
(delicately)
It goes further back, Sid. There's
been talk about other men.

SIDNEY
And you believe it?

TATUM
Well... you can only hear that Richard
Gere-gerbil story so many times before
you have to start believing it.

A long silence as Sidney agonizes over all of this. She stands
up and moves to the edge of the porch and stares out onto
the neighborhood.

SIDNEY
If I was wrong Cotton, then he's
still out there.

TATUM
Don't go there, Sid. You're starting
to sound like some Wes Carpenter
flick. Don't freak yourself out --
we've got a long night ahead of us.

SIDNEY
You're right. I'm cracking up. Ignore
me.

TATUM
Come on, let's rock.

Sid follows Tatum inside the house never seeing the GHOST
MASKED FIGURE that stands across the street, under a tree.
His presence so subtle and unobtrusive you'd have to see
this movie a second time to know he was there all along.

EXT. MAIN STREET - LATER

Stu is moving along main street when Billy comes barreling
up next to him.

BILLY
How'd you do?

STU
Piece of cake. She'll be there.

BILLY
Thanks, butt wart. You did good.

STU
So you gonna try and make up with
Sid?

BILLY
Duh... that's quick.

STU
I was just asking. Why are you always
at me?

BILLY
Because I'm trying to build your
self-esteem. You're far too sensitive.

STU
Oh...

Billy thumbs Stu's forehead.

BILLY
You ready to party hard tonight?

STU
You know it.

They come to a building centrally located in the heart of
Main Street. A huge, blue monstrosity that's bigger than the
local bank and post office combined. The sign in front reads
BLOCKBUSTER.

INT. BLOCKBUSTER - CONTINUOUS

You typical Blockbuster -- huge and crowded. Randy, in his
Blockbuster get up, is busy re-shelving returns when Stu
appears -- knocking the videos out of his hand.

STU
Jesus, this place is packed.

RANDY
(picking up videos)
We had a run in the mass murder
section.

STU
You coming tonight?

RANDY
Yeah, I'm off early -- curfew you
know.
(looking off)
Now that's poor taste.

STU
What?

Randy refers to Billy who stands down the aisle talking to
TWO GIRLS. (The twits from the bathroom perhaps.)

RANDY
If you were the only suspect in a
senseless bloodbath would you be
standing in the horror section?

STU
It was all a misunderstanding. He
didn't do anything.

RANDY
You're such a little lap dog. He's
got killer printed all over his
forehead.

STU
The why'd the police let him go?

RANDY
Because, obviously they don't watch
enough movies. This is standard horror
movie stuff. PROM NIGHT revisited.

Randy moves down the aisle, reshelving videos.

STU
Why would he want to kill his own
girlfriend?

RANDY
There's always some stupid bullshit
reason to kill your girlfriend. That's
the beauty of it all. Simplicity.
Besides, if it's too complicated you
lose your target audience.

STU
So what's his reason?

RANDY
Maybe Sidney wouldn't have sex with
him.

STU
She's saving herself for you.

RANDY
Could be. Now that Billy's tried to
mutilate her, you think Sid would go
out with me?

STU
I think her father did it. How come
they can't find his ass?

RANDY
Because he's probably dead. His body
will come popping out in the last
reel somewhere... eyes gauged. See,
the police are always off track with
this shit, if they'd watch PROM NIGHT
they'd save time. There's formula to
it. A very simple one. Everyone's
always a suspect -- the father, the
principal, the town derelict...

STU
Which is you...

RANDY
So while they're off investigating a
dead end, Billy, who's been written
off as a suspect, is busy planning
his next hunting expedition.

BILLY (O.S.)
How do we know you're not the killer?

Randy spins around to find Billy right behind him. Busted.

RANDY
Uh... hi, Billy.

BILLY
Maybe your movie-freaked mind lost
it's reality button?

Randy shrugs, laughing it off.

RANDY
You're absolutely right. I'm the
first to admit it. If this were a
scary movie, I'd be the prime suspect.

STU
And what would be your motive?

RANDY
It's 1995 -- motives are incidental.

EXT. MAIN STREET - LITTLE LATER

Dewey's patrol jeep makes it's way down mainstreet. It's
almost dark. The street is close to deserted.

INT. PATROL JEEP - CONTINUOUS

Dewey's behind the wheel having a heated conversation with
Tatum while Sid stares out the window.

DEWEY
A party? Mom's gonna kill you. Then
me.

TATUM
Don't be so self-righteous. It's
just a little blow out -- we'll be
perfectly safe.

Sid stares out the window. CLOSED SIGNS fill the storefronts,
a few people rush to their car, in a hurry to beat curfew.

SIDNEY
God, look at this place, it's THE
TOWN THAT DREADED SUNDOWN.

DEWEY
Hey, I saw that movie. True story,
'bout some killer in Texas.

TATUM
Hey, Sid. Just think if they make a
movie about you. Who's gonna play
you?

SIDNEY
Oh, god...

Dewey comes to a stop, parking the car in front of the police
station. He looks to Sid with a brotherly smile.

DEWEY
I see you as a young Meg Ryan myself.

SIDNEY
Thanks, Dewey. But with my luck they'd
cast Tori Spelling.

EXT. PATROL JEEP - CONTINUOUS

They pile out of the jeep. Dewey heads for the station.

DEWEY
I'll just be a few minutes. Don't go
far.

The girls take off for the local supermarket that sits across
the street.

SIDNEY
Is Billy going to be there tonight?

TATUM
He better not be. I told Stu to keep
his mouth shut. I think we can live
without EVERYBODY'S ALL AMERICAN for
one night.

They approach the grocery store. Small and simple. Sid and
Tatum grab a shopping cart from the bin and enter the store,
pushing the cart through two sliding glass doors.

A lone CHECKOUT LADY behind the counter, big and frumpy,
looks up from counting money.

CHECK OUT LADY
You girls gonna have to hurry it up.
We're under curfew.

TATUM
Two minutes tops.

They make a bee-line for the junk food section just as the
automated doors slide shut behind them and a...

GHOST MASKED FIGURE appears, out of nowhere, standing just
outside, watching, quietly through the glass store windows.

EXT. POLICE STATION - SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Sheriff Burke's face heats up as Deputy Riley marches in,
hurriedly.

SHERIFF BURKE
Dewey! Where the hell you been, boy?

DEWEY
Keeping my eye on Sidney.

SHERIFF BURKE
Listen up, Dewey, because it's bad.
Real bad. Aircomp just faxed us. The
calls were listed to Neil Prescott --
Sidney's father. He made the calls
with his cellular phone. It's
confirmed.

DEWEY
Couldn't his cellular number have
been cloned?

SHERIFF BURKE
There's more. Guess what tomorrow
is? The anniversary of his wife's
death. It all fits. He's our man.

DEWEY
Have you contacted the bureau?

SHERIFF BURKE
They believe he's out of state by
now. We'll keep roadblocks and curfew
in effect through the night. If he's
not picked up by morning -- we'll do
a house to house.

DEWEY
You think he could still be in town?

SHERIFF BURKE
He'd have to be crazy. Where's Sidney?

DEWEY
She's with my sister. Should I bring
her in?

SHERIFF BURKE
Hold off for now. Just stay close to
her.

DEWEY
She'll be with her friends over at
Stu Maker's tonight.

SHERIFF BURKE
Watch her. Don't let on -- just keep
your eyes out.

DEWEY
Yes, sir.

INT. SUPERMARKET - FEW MINUTES LATER

Sidney and Tatum push a basket through the junk food section.
The store is completely empty. The girls gab freely.

SIDNEY
Billy's right. Whenever he touches
me, I just can't relax.

TATUM
You have a few intimacy issues as a
result of your mother's untimely
death. It's no big deal. You'll thaw
out.

SIDNEY
But he's been so patient with me,
Tatum. You know, with all the sex
stuff. How many guys would put up
with a girlfriend who's sexually
anorexic?

TATUM
Billy and his penis don't deserve
you.

Sidney grabs some chips and salsa from the shelf. Down the
aisle, through the storefront window the GHOST MASKED FIGURE
still stands watching their every move.

EXT. SUPERMARKET

Sid pushes the cart out of the glass door with Tatum riding
it. The GHOST MASKED FIGURE is nowhere to be found.

SIDNEY
What do you think about when you're
having sex?

TATUM
With Stu, there's little time to
stop and reflect. But sometimes
before, to relax and get in the mood,
I think about Grant Goodeve.

Sid pushes the cart and Tatum across the street.

SIDNEY
Who?

TATUM
Grant Goodeve -- the oldest brother
on EIGHT IS ENOUGH. Remember that
show? He was the one who lived off
alone. He would come around every
now and then with his guitar and
sing "Eight is enough to fill our
lives with love..." He had all these
brain dead sisters and that idiot
brother from CHARLES IN CHARGE. God,
I was in love with Grant, he was so
hot. The show came on every day after
school right during my puberty years.
Grant Goodeve was very instrumental
in my maturing as a woman.

SIDNEY
How does that get you in the mood
with Stu?

TATUM
During foreplay, I sing the theme
song to myself. "Eight is enough to
fill our lives with love..." It's a
real turn on.

SIDNEY
No way.

TATUM
Grant wrote the song himself. I'm
convinced the lyrics had a secret
meaning, "Eight is enough..."

Sid pushes the cart up to Dewey's jeep. Tatum hops off.

SIDNEY
What secret meaning? Like a Satanical
thing?

TATUM
Watch the show, Sid. His basket is
bigger than the one you're pushing.

SIDNEY
TATUM!

TATUM
Oh, Sidney. WHAT? A guy can talk
tits til he's dead but the minute
you mention an eight inch weenie.
Watch out.

Sidney stops just short of a laugh. Tatum pulls the back
jeep door, loading the groceries in. Behind her, the GHOST
MASKED FIGURE appears, just out of their sight, behind the
jeep's open back door.

TATUM
There's that sense of humor. I knew
it still existed. Ohh, Sid, let's
have some fun tonight.

SIDNEY
Deal.

Sidney moves to the back door and closes it shut, when from
behind...

DEWEY stands. Sid jumps, startled.

DEWEY
You girls ready.

SIDNEY
Yeah.

DEWEY
Looks like I'm your personal bodyguard
tonight, Sid.

TATUM
No, Dewey. You'll ruin the whole
night.

DEWEY
Sorry, police orders. I'll stay out
of the way, I promise.

TATUM
Shit.

Tatum kicks the shopping cart out of the way, blindly. It
rolls down the road by itself, gaining speed on a decline
running smack into the GHOST MASKED FIGURE who stops the
cart cold with one hand.

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT

Dewey's jeep makes it's way down a long, winding road.
Headlights illuminate the thick woods that line each side.
Following behind them at a discreet distance is a huge white
newsvan.

Dewey comes to the end of the road. It dead ends at...

STU'S HOUSE which sits alone in a clearing, big and ominous
with no neighbors in sight. A huge old home just ripe for a
night of fun and... terror.

From the looks of things the party has already started. Music
is BLARING. A few KIDS hang on the porch.

INT. LIVING ROOM - MINUTES LATER

A big room with KIDS sprinkled throughout -- smoking,
drinking, cutting up. A stereo BLASTS music while the TV
airs around the clock killer coverage.

Tatum and Sid enter with groceries. Various FRIENDS greet
them.

TATUM
Caterer's here.

The girls carry bags through a hallway that opens up onto an
enormous kitchen. Stu and some GUYS are leaning over the
sink drinking beer through a funnel.

TATUM
That's mature.

STU
Where you guys been? We had to start
without you.

EXT. STU'S HOUSE - ROAD

The newsvan pulls up and parks unobtrusively on the side of
the road a few feet down from the front yard.

INT. NEWSVAN

Kenny and Gale move around inside the van. Kenny hovers over
a control panel complete with video monitors.

KENNY
What's the plan?

GALE
Prep the compact, we'll hide it in a
window and tape all of tonight's
festivities.

Kenny picks up a compact video camera the size of his fist.
He checks its battery pack.

KENNY
The control board's glitched. You
know we can't carry a live picture.

GALE
What's the delay?

KENNY
About thirty seconds.

GALE
As long as it records I don't give a
shit. We're not doing a remote.

Gale slides open the side door and steps out into the
darkness, not seeing the FIGURE that stands behind her. A
hand grabs her shoulder, Gale's heart stops as she spins
around to find...

Dewey, smiling, extremely pleased to see her.

DEWEY
Evening, ma'am.

GALE
Deputy... good evening.

DEWEY
What brings you out to these parts?

GALE
You never know when or where a story
will break.

DEWEY
Not much story here. Just a bunch of
kids cutting loose.

GALE
Then what are you doing here?

DEWEY
Keeping an eye on things. Checking
the place out.

GALE
Mind if I join you?

Dewey considers for a whole two seconds.

DEWEY
Not at all.

Gale leans in the van, grabs the camera from Kenny's hand,
and throws it in her bag. She gives Kenny a wink.

INT. KITCHEN

CLOSE ON a microwave. Popcorn POPS inside. CAMERA WIDENS TO
REVEAL...

Sid, Stu, and Tatum moving about the kitchen, preparing a
junk food feast. Other TEENS pop in and out. Randy appears
amongst them. He carries an armful of videos.

RANDY
I thought we'd make it a BLOCKBUSTER
night.

He lets the videos splatter across the kitchen counter. Stu
and Tatum dive in.

STU
I thought everything was checked
out.

RANDY
I had 'em hid in the foreign section.

Sidney peruses the videos.

SIDNEY
THE FOG, TERROR TRAIN, PROM NIGHT --
How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all
these movies?

RANDY
She's the Scream Queen.

STU
With that set of lungs -- she should
be.

TATUM
(to Sid)
Tits -- see.

INT. LIVING ROOM - FEW MINUTES LATER

The party is going strong. Ten maybe fifteen people stand,
sit, lean. Some crowd around the floor in front of the
television. Randy is taking a vote.

RANDY
How many EVIL DEAD'S?
(hands go up)
How many HELLRAISER'S?

Hands go up. BICKERING AD-LIB, etc.

The doorbell RINGS. Stu goes for it.

STU
I got it. Tatum get me a beer. They're
in the fridge in the garage.

TATUM
What am I? The beer wench?

STU (O.S.)
Hey, guess who's here? It's that
chick from INSIDE STORY?

They look up the hallway to see Dewey and Gale standing in
the foyer.

TATUM
Shit, Dewey!

Everyone perks up, eyeing Gale.

TATUM
What is she doing here?

DEWEY
She's with me. I just wanted to check
on things.

The GUYS in the room are drooling over Gale. Including Stu.

TATUM
So you did -- now leave... and take
your media muff with you.

Tatum takes off for the kitchen.

Gale has quickly become the focus of the party. All eyes are
on her.

SOME TEEN
I watch your show regularly.

STU
This must be big news to be on INSIDE
STORY.

GALE
Huge.

ANOTHER TEEN
Wanna interview us?

RANDY
We could be like two grief stricken
students and we'll say really nice
things about our good friends who
were slaughtered senselessly.

STU
I can cry on cue.

Gale eyes the bookshelf above the television.

GALE
Maybe later?

Suddenly, Gale starts to COUGH.

GALE
Can I trouble you for some water?

STU
How 'bout a beer? Randy -- get the
lady a beer.

RANDY
You get it.

Gale slips the camera from her bag -- hits the ON switch and
holds it behind her... waiting for the right moment.

BACK IN FOYER

SIDNEY
Have they found my father?

DEWEY
Afraid not.

SIDNEY
Should I be worried?

DEWEY
Not yet.

INT. KITCHEN

Tatum is alone in the kitchen. She empties popcorn into a
bowl, then pulls open the refrigerator... looks quickly,
then remembers...

She moves through the adjoining laundry room to the...

INT. GARAGE

The kitchen door opens and light floods the darkened garage.
Tatum stands in the doorway searching for a light switch.

She finds a button and hits it. BRRRRMMM! The electric garage
door starts to rise. Wrong switch. She hits it again and it
closes.

She finds another switch. CLICK. A small lightbulb overhead
comes on, barely lighting the large two car garage, leaving
pockets of shadows along the wall.

Tatum spots the refrigerator against a far wall and heads
for it, not seeing the kitchen door, quietly, slowly, closing
behind her, sealing her off from the rest of the house.

Tatum stumbles to the refrigerator and throws it open. Its
light casts a glow across her face.

CRASH-BOOM!

Tatum jumps, spinning around just in time to see a cat escape
through a large pet door that's built into the garage door.
She smiles at her jumpiness.

Tatum loads up with as many beer as her hands will carry and
heads back to the kitchen.

At the kitchen door, she juggles the beer, reaching for the
knob. It's locked.

TATUM
SHIT!

She KICKS it with her foot several times.

TATUM
Hey, Shitheads!

A moment. No answer.

TATUM
OH, SHIT PISS!

Tatum leans over and, with her elbow, hits the garage door
button. BRRRMM! It begins to rise.

She moves towards the rising door, beer in hand. Suddenly,
CRR-BRRRM! The garage door RESETS, reversing direction, moving
down, closing.

TATUM
What the...

Tatum spins around to see..

GHOST MASKED FIGURE

Silhouetted in the dark, next to the kitchen door, his hand
on the switch. Tatum at once GASPS, taken back, but then
relaxes.

TATUM
Is that you, Randy? Cute.

The FIGURE stares at her, blankly.

TATUM
And what movie is this from? I SPIT
ON YOUR GARAGE.

Tatum takes a step towards the FIGURE.

TATUM
Lose the mask. If Sidney sees it,
she'll flip.

The FIGURE shakes his head slowly from side to side.

TATUM
Oh, you wanna play psycho killer?

The FIGURE slowly nods.

TATUM
Can I be the helpless victim?

The FIGURE slowly nods again.

TATUM
Okay, let's see. "No, please don't
kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I want to be
in the sequel."

Tatum takes a step to move around the FIGURE, but he steps
too, blocking her.

TATUM
Cut, Casper. That's a wrap.

Tatum moves again, sidestepping the FIGURE, but he's faster
and cuts her off.

Tatum juggles the beer against her chest with one hand and
with the other pushes the FIGURE hard, knocking him aside.

TATUM
Randy -- will you stop?

But as the FIGURE intercepts, lunging forward, grabbing her
wrist hard, Tatum stumbles... beer cans hit the floor,
spewing...

TATUM
You little shit.

Tatum yanks hard, releasing his hold when a flash of silver
catches her eye. She looks down, glimpsing a long sharp blade
as it darts forward, cutting into her forearm...

Tatum pulls back, horrified, as the moment turns deadly
serious.

The FIGURE advances on her -- knife out, ready. She staggers
backwards, holding her bloody arm, backing into the
refrigerator, SCREAMING.

TATUM
Who are you?

The FIGURE lashes out with the knife. Tatum dodges it, leaping
back against the fridge. The FIGURE advances. Instinctively,
she rips the top freezer door open, BASHING the FIGURE in
the face, sending him backwards, reeling.

Tatum bolts to the... CLOSED GARAGE DOOR. In a panic, she
BEATS and PULLS on it, trying to make it lift. She eyes the
FIGURE... he's recovering...

She goes for the pet door, dropping to the floor, diving for
it... she wedges her upper body through, her head, shoulders,
torso just as the...

FIGURE pounces, grabbing hold of her feet. Tatum goes crazy
SCREAMING and KICKING trying to get through.

EXT. GARAGE DOOR

Tatum is half in/half out of the pet door. She BEATS and
JERKS wildly, unable to see the FIGURE on the other side...

A true fighter, Tatum kicks hard, making direct contact with
the FIGURE, knocking him away.

She takes the moment to pull herself through further... but
she stops... stuck. She pulls and tugs but can't move. She
listens but hears nothing. Where did he go? An agonizing
silence. And then...

CRR-BRRRM! The garage door is activated. It begins to rise
upward, taking Tatum with it. She SCREAMS MADLY.

TATUM
NOOOOOOOO...

Tatum's arms and legs fly about violently as she tries to
free herself from the door, but it moves too fast, carrying
her up...

She looks above to see where the door rolls back into garage
rafters just as her neck hits the first beam, SNAPPING
instantly.

INT. FOYER - MINUTES LATER

It's getting late and SOME KIDS leave through the front door,
muttering, "parents and curfew", etc. The door hangs open
wide. Sid moves to close it when...

BILLY appears in a classic fake scare.

SIDNEY
Billy? Jesus, you scared me.

Stu appears.

STU
(with a wink)
Dude. What are you doing here?

BILLY
I was hoping Sid and I could talk.

SIDNEY
If Tatum sees you -- she'll draw
blood.

STU
You guys can go up to my parents
room? To talk and... whatever.

BILLY
Subtlety, Stu. Look it up.

SIDNEY
It's okay. We need to talk.

Sid grabs his hand and leads him up the staircase. Randy
appears from the kitchen just in time to see Sid and Billy
disappear upstairs.

RANDY
What's Leatherface doing here?

STU
He came to make up.

RANDY
There goes my chance with Sid.

STU
Like you had one.

INT. NEWSVAN

Kenny fidgets at the control board. He hits a coupla buttons,
bangs the side of the monitor and a picture emerges... the
living room. The camera is positioned just above the
television...

ON SCREEN

The party is in full swing. Several TEENS sit right in front
of the television. Because of the camera's position they
appear to be staring right into the lens.

Suddenly, the van's side door slides open and Gale pops in.

KENNY
Got a picture. Perfect placement. We
can see everything.

Gale is ecstatic.

GALE
Tell me, Kenny, has a cheesy tabloid
journalist ever won the Pulitzer?

INT. BEDROOM

A large, master bedroom with glass doors that lead out onto
a balcony.

Sid and Billy stare at each other for a long moment. Awkward.

SIDNEY
So...

BILLY
So... I'm sorry. I've been a selfish
shit and I'm sorry.

SIDNEY
No, Billy. I'm the one who's been
selfish and self-absorbed with all
of my post traumatic stress.

BILLY
You lost your mom...

SIDNEY
But you're right -- enough is enough.
I can't wallow in the grief process
forever and I can't keep lying to
myself about who my mom was.

Billy bows his head quietly, knowingly.

SIDNEY
I think in some weird analytical,
psychological bullshit way I'm scared
I'm gonna turn out just like her,
you know? Like the bad seed or
something...

BILLY
Oh Sidney...

SIDNEY
Everytime I get close to you I see
my mom. I know it doesn't make sense.

BILLY
Sure it does. It's like Jodie Foster
in SILENCE OF THE LAMBS when she
kept having flashbacks of her dead
father.

SIDNEY
But this is life. This isn't a movie.

BILLY
Sure it is, Sid. It's all a movie.
Life's one great big movie. Only you
can't pick your genre.

Billy moves to her. They embrace, tenderly.

SIDNEY
I wanna let go. I do...

BILLY
Ssshh... everything's gonna be okay.
I promise.

Sidney takes the initiative, acting on impulse, kissing him
long and hard. She breaks away passionately, out of breath.

SIDNEY
Why can't I be a Meg Ryan movie?

Billy nibbles her neck.

BILLY
Sshh... it's okay.

SIDNEY
Or even a good porno.

BILLY
(shocked)
What?

She stares at him, her eyes sexually charged.

SIDNEY
You heard me.

BILLY
(incredulous)
Are you serious?

SIDNEY
(surprising herself)
Yeah... I think so.

They smile at each other.

INT. LIVING ROOM - MINUTES LATER

The camera sits on the book shelf lodged between two
knickknacks, completely inconspicuous. The CAMERA WIDENS to
reveal several TEENS watching the TV -- the horror diehards.

TEEN #1
Look, here it comes. SPLAT!

TEEN #2
The blood's not the right color. Why
do they do that? It's too red.

RANDY
Here comes another...

TEEN #3
Predictable. Knew he was going to
bite it.

BORED TEEN
How can you watch this shit over and
over?

RANDY
Shhhhh.

STU
I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts.
When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts?

RANDY
Not until TRADING PLACES in '83.
Jamie Lee was always the virgin in
horror movies. She didn't show her
tits until she went legit.

BOY TEEN
No way.

RANDY
That's why she always lived. Only
virgins can outsmart the killer in
the big chase scene in the end. Don't
you know the rules?

Stu finishes his beer.

STU
What rules?

Randy hits the pause button on the remote and stands in front
of the television, explaining.

RANDY
There are certain rules that one
must abide by in order to successfully
survive a horror movie. For instance:
1. You can never have sex. The minute
you get a little nookie -- you're as
good as gone. Sex always equals death.
2. Never drink or do drugs. The sin
factor. It's an extension of number
one. And 3. Never, ever, ever, under
any circumstances, say "I'll be right
back."

STU
Wanna another beer?

RANDY
Yeah.

STU
I'll be right back.

Everybody "ooohhs".

RANDY
There he goes folks -- a dead man.
Wave bye-bye.

INT. NEWSVAN - CONTINUOUS

Gale and Kenny watch the monitor. The party is clearing out
some A RAP at the van door. Gale pulls it open to see Deputy
Riley standing, his face all smiles.

DEWEY
Sheriff just radioed me. I'm gonna
check out a possible lead. Thought
you might like to join me.

GALE
What kind of lead?

DEWEY
A car was spotted in the bushes a
little ways up the road.

GALE
I'd love to. If you're sure it's
alright?

DEWEY
Ma'am, I am the Deputy of this town.

GALE
Can I bring Kenny?

DEWEY
(too quickly)
NO! I mean... I should probably take
just you.

Gale steps out of the van turning back to Kenny.

GALE
I'll be back.

She slides the van door closed.

EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS

Gale heads for Dewey's patrol jeep.

DEWEY
Actually, I thought we could walk.
It's not far.

Gale appears skeptical, but smiles anyway. She's genuinely
smitten by this young guy.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

SCARY MUSIC fills the room. The party is reduced to the
diehards in front of the television.

RANDY
(pointing to TV)
Look, here comes the obligatory tit
shot.

OTHER GUYS
Beautiful! Finally!

INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Billy and Sidney are going at it... passionately. He has his
head buried in her neck.

SIDNEY
(to herself)
"Eight is enough to fill our lives
with love..."

It's working. Sidney pushes Billy off her as she pulls her
shirt over her head. She fumbles with the clasp of her bra
as the...

CAMERA RUSHES IN on her breasts. Just as Sid's bra straps
slide of her shoulders...

Billy moves in front of the CAMERA, pulling his jeans off,
Blocking Sidney from view.

INT. LIVING ROOM - SECONDS LATER

Back in the living room, the horror fest continues when the
phone RINGS. Everyone ignores it. It RINGS again.

Finally, Randy grabs the receiver from the side table.

RANDY
Hello? Yeah.... HOLY SHIT.

Randy, freaked, drops the phone, finds the TV remote and
pauses the movie, the others protest "Hey, Put it back..."
etc.

RANDY
Listen up. They found Principal Himbry
dead. He was gutted and hung from
the goal post on the football field.

This stills the room. Complete silence as the news sinks in.
ON different faces... a moment of devastation... disbelief.
And then:

TEEN #1
So what are we waiting for?

TEEN #2
Let's get over there before they pry
him down.

And in seconds the room is empty as everyone bolts for the
door... HOOTIN' and HOLLERIN'... leaving Randy, near drunk,
alone in the living room. He returns to the movie.

RANDY
We were just getting to the good
part.

INT. NEWSVAN - MINUTES LATER

Kenny is barely watching the monitor, he reached boredom
some time ago. He finds a bag of Cheetos and chows down when
he hears SCREAMING from outside. He peers out the window to
see the last of the PARTY KIDS pile into two cars and race
off down the road.

He chews a Cheeto slowly, his interest piqued.

INT. BEDROOM - MINUTES LATER

The sex is over... and both Sid and Billy are dressing
respectively. That post-sex awkwardness.

Sid brushes out her hair as her eyes come to rest on the
telephone on the nightstand... it puzzles her as a stark
revelation crosses her face. She turns to Billy who sits on
the floor, putting on his shoes.

SIDNEY
Who did you call?

BILLY
What?

SIDNEY
When you're arrested -- you're allowed
one phone call? Who did you call?

BILLY
I called my dad.

SIDNEY
No, Sheriff Burke called your dad. I
saw him.

BILLY
Yeah... and when I called no one
answered.

SIDNEY
Uh-huh.

BILLY
You don't still think it was me?

SIDNEY
No, but if it were you, that would
have been a very clever way to throw
me off track. Using your one phone
call to call me so I wouldn't think
it was you.

Billy stands up.

BILLY
What do I have to do to prove to you
I'm not a killer?

He makes a move toward her when... from behind, in a split
instant, from the open balcony doors comes...

THE GHOST FIGURE

Sidney sees the FIGURE immediately, SCREAMING. Billy tries
to calm her, oblivious to the advancing GHOST.

SIDNEY
BILLYWATCHOUT!!!!

Billy barely turns as a long steely blade rises high in the
air. It strikes down with force... hitting his chest as blood
sprays the air.

ON SIDNEY as red crimson splatters across her face... as the
knife is thrust in and out of Billy who tries hard to put up
a fight... but it's useless... he never had a chance. His
body falls to the floor... lifeless.

ANGLE ON GHOST

as he watches Billy's body come to a still before quietly,
calmly turning his attention to...

SIDNEY who stands, numb... scared to death. And only when
the GHOST takes a step forward does Sidney break. She takes
off like a rocket... leaping over the bed and out the door.

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Sidney tears out the door and down the hall, coated in Billy's
blood.

ANGLE ON THE GHOST

as he catches up with her, grabbing hold of her collar. She
pulls away from him... her shirt ripping down the back.

Her hands find a door knob and she goes for it, pulling the
door open... moving quickly inside... locking it behind her.

INT. DARK SPACE - CONTINUOUS

Total darkness. Sidney's hands scour the wall for a light
switch. The doorknob turns... the lock holds... as the door
is nearly SHAKEN from it's hinges... and then...

NOTHING. All goes silent. Only Sidney's rapid BREATHING fills
the space around her.

Sidney, trembling, shaking, reaches above her, feeling, until
she finds a string. She pulls it... as a lightbulb SWITCHES
on overhead.

She's in a small box of a room. The door is on one side, a
small, narrow staircase on the other. She eyes the doorknob,
then the staircase... contemplating... but it's an easy
decision. There's no fucking way she's going up to the attic.

She unlocks the door and pushes on it. But it won't give...
she pushes on it again. It's locked from the other side.
Shit. She turns to the staircase.

EXT. DARK ROAD - CONTINUOUS

A long, deserted country road. In the distance, a single
flashlight beams ahead, the only light in the black night.
Gale and Dewey can be heard.

GALE
So is Dewey your real name?

DEWEY
Dwight. Dewey was something I got
stuck with a long time ago.

GALE
I like it. It's... sexy.

DEWEY
Nah... it's just this town's way of
not taking me serious.

GALE
What about Gale Weathers? I sound
like a meteorologist...

CLOSE ON Gale and Dewey, walking closely, side by side --
flirtatiously. Gale is surprisingly nervous.

GALE
People treat me like the Antichrist
of television journalism.

DEWEY
I don't think you're so bad.

Gale smiles.

GALE
Are all the local boys as sweet as
you?

Dewey blushes. He starts to say something when headlights
appear behind them. They both spin as TWO CARS loaded with
KIDS come racing right at them.

Dewey grabs Gale and pushes her off the road... just as the
cars speed by, oblivious to them.

IN THE DITCH

Gale lands face up with Dewey right on top of her. He steals
a glance in her eyes before rolling off her.

DEWEY
You okay?

Something takes Gale's attention.

GALE
What's that?

Dewey looks to where gale points. He finds the flashlight
and aims it into the bush. The tail end of a car is just
visible.

DEWEY
Looks like a car.

Dewey helps her up and they move to it. He shines the
flashlight on the plates but it's already obvious to the
CAMERA. This is the same car we last saw Sidney's father
driving away in.

DEWEY
Shit. It's Neil Prescott's car.

GALE
Sidney's father?

DEWEY
We gotta get back. Jesus. He's here.
What the fuck is he doing here?

Dewey is panicked. He grabs Gale and they race off down the
road.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Randy continues to watch TV. He is now sloppy drunk,
completely involved in the movie on the screen.

SCARY MUSIC SWELLS, filling the room.

RANDY
(to TV)
No, Jamie. Look behind you! Watch
out! Behind you!

And if he followed his own advice, he would see the GHOST
MASKED FIGURE that stands directly behind him... knife poised.

INT. NEWSVAN - CONTINUOUS

Kenny finishes off a soda and crushes the can in his hand.
He tosses it to the floor when a movement from the monitor
catches his eye.

ON THE MONITOR is Randy, still on the couch, engrossed in
the movie. Directly behind him... the GHOST. Kenny does a
double-take. No fucking way. He watches as the GHOST stands
still, unmoving, knife raised.

KENNY
JESUS... FUCK...

The GHOST takes a silent step forward.

KENNY
(screaming at the
monitor)
BEHIND YOU! LOOK BEHIND YOU!

This kid needs help. Kenny bolts out of his seat and goes
for the side door. He slides it open and sticks his head out
as...

LONG, SHARP BLADE

comes at Kenny, fast and furious... slicing into his throat.
Kenny falls forward... out the door as the GHOST MASKED FIGURE
is upon him.

THE CAMERA PANS TO THE MONITOR

just in time to see the GHOST MASKED FIGURE turn away from
Randy, leaving him unharmed, moving instead, out the front
door, on a thirty second walk to the newsvan.

INT. ATTIC - CONTINUOUS

The attic is long and narrow... cluttered with furniture,
boxes, and the likes... moonlight filters in through a small
raised window on the front wall of the house.

Sidney moves through the attic... BUMPING into this, KNOCKING
over that... she passes a dusty mirror, jumping at her own
reflection. She cringes at her image, drenched in Billy's
blood. She stares long and hard... something about the blood,
the redness of it. She moves on, determined.

She eyes the raised window above her... a way out... if she
could only reach it...

EXT. FRONT YARD

Gale and Dewey come running up the drive, frantic.

DEWEY
I'll call for backup.

GALE
I'll get my camera.

They split up. The CAMERA FOLLOWS GALE as she rushes to the
newsvan, throwing open the door.

GALE
Kenny! Camera! Quick!

The van is empty.

GALE
Kenny?

A CAR HORN goes off. Gale spins around. It came from the
patrol jeep in the driveway.

GALE
(calling out)
Dewey?

She moves across the yard to the jeep, the door hangs open...
Dewey is nowhere to be found.

GALE
Dewey? Where are you?

A look of pure dread comes over Gale.

INT. ATTIC - CONTINUOUS

Sidney has stacked object after object building a ladder to
the window. She climbs to the top, holding onto the window
frame.

She spots Gale almost immediately. She SCREAMS OUT, looking
for the window latch. But there's not one. It doesn't open.
Sidney starts beating on it... trying to break it...

EXT. FRONT DOOR - CONTINUOUS

Gale, hanging tough, approaches the front door, unable to
hear Sidney's SCREAMS three floors up. Gale reaches for the
door just as she hears LOUD, HORRIBLE SHRIEKS from just
inside. She backs away.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

AN EAR-CURDLING JAMIE LEE CURTIS SCREAM BLASTS through the
empty living room as the horror movie on TV comes to it's
horrifying climax.

Randy is now gone.

EXT. FRONT YARD - CONTINUOUS

Gale races across the yard putting distance between her and
the house. She moves back to the van...

INT. ATTIC - CONTINUOUS

Sidney has found an old tennis racket. She swings a solid
forehand at the window.

THE WINDOW SPRAYS GLASS

Sidney moves quickly, lifting herself up over broken glass
and pulling herself through the window frame.

EXT. SIDE OF THE HOUSE

Sidney wastes no time. She looks for Gale, SCREAMING, but
Gale is gone.

Sid lowers herself down the ledge, sliding down a sloped
portion of the roof onto...

THE MASTER'S BEDROOM BALCONY.

Then she eases herself over the railing and lowers herself,
letting herself hang as low as she can... then she lets go,
free-falling the rest of the way... but in a split instant...

THE GHOST APPEARS

grabbing her wrists in midair.

Her body hangs, dangling against the side of the house. The
GHOST begins to lift her, pulling her back onto the balcony.

Sidney jerks, pulls, twists... but the HANDS have her,
hoisting her up... Sidney SCREAMS MADLY... yanking one last
time, freeing herself.

SHE DROPS TO THE GROUND, a good seven feet, landing on her
back, hitting hard. She grabs at a pained leg and brings
herself upright.

INT. NEWSVAN - CONTINUOUS

Gale is frantic. She starts the engine up and hits the
headlights when she discovers she can't see out of the
windshield.

Gale rubs at the glass. Sure enough, something is on the
windshield outside, blocking her sight. Gale hits the wipers
as BLOOD SMEARS across the glass, it drips down from above.

Gale SCREAMS as a HAND reaches in through the open window...
she looks up to see...

RANDY, staring at her madly.

RANDY
What's going on?

A sheer moment of fear as Gale hits the gas plummeting the
car forward, into a ditch. She hits the BRAKES. Randy is
thrown forward, away from the van.

Gale reverses, backs up, hits the brakes again... just as
Kenny's face comes sliding down the outside of the
windshield... eyes wide, face distorted, blood everywhere.

Gale hits the gas, and yanks the wheel, sending Kenny's corpse
flying off the top of the van.

Gale spins the van around, onto the road, hits the gas madly,
gaining speed just as...

SIDNEY APPEARS

in the middle of the road, drenched in blood, very much
resembling a young Sissy Spacek.

Gale swerves to miss her, but she turns too sharp and the
van veers off the road at top speed... flipping over on its
side, sliding off into the thick foliage.

EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS

Sidney races to where the van lay on it's side. Sidney peers
through the windshield... Gale's body lay limp and bloody.

SIDNEY CRIES OUT, turning, limping to the driveway. She sees
the patrol jeep with it's open door... she goes for it.

INT. JEEP

Sidney hops in, reaches for the ignition... NO KEYS! Shit.
Just then, Sidney's eyes go to the front porch. She watches
as the front door opens and a FIGURE appears in the darkness,
undetectable.

Sidney throws the headlights... illuminating the front side
of the house, revealing...

DEWEY STANDING IN THE DOORWAY.

SIDNEY
DEWEY!

Sidney opens the jeep door, moving to him, noticing his body,
slumped, knees buckled...

And then his body falls forward, slowly, deliberately, hitting
the porch hard. Standing behind him is...

THE GHOST

SIDNEY SCREAMS FROM THE BOTTOM OF HER SOUL.

SIDNEY
NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Sid jumps back inside the jeep, closing the door, locking
it. She reaches over and locks the passenger's door and then
she... waits.

And watches as the GHOST leans over Dewey's still body,
fumbling with something. Then the FIGURE stands upright, in
his hands he holds...

THE KEYS

They jingle in the wind, the GHOST toying with her, enjoying
this...

Sidney, hysterical, locks eyes with the FIGURE as he moves
to the door, Sidney leaps on it, holding the lock button
down, making it impossible to unlock. Her face is pressed
against the glass... inches from the MASKED FIGURE.

She uses every ounce of strength when suddenly, the GHOST
DISAPPEARS, dropping down, below the window, out of her view.

Sidney moves to the center of the jeep, trying hard to listen
over her own RAPID BREATHING, every sound AMPLIFIED.

Then she hears it, the soft JINGLING of keys near the
passengers side door. She pounces on the lock, holding it
down.

A shadow cuts the beam of the headlights, unseen by Sidney.
The lock turns on the other side. Sidney leaps over and holds
it down, securing it. This is beyond nerve-racking. Sidney
is certifiable.

Her eyes spot the police radio for the first time. She grabs
the mouthpiece and hits the switch.

SIDNEY
Help! Please! I'm at Stu Maker's
house on Turner Lane. Please, HE'S
GONNA KILL ME!

EXT. FRONT OF JEEP

ANGLE through front windshield. Sidney RANTING into the police
band. She doesn't see the...

GHOST FIGURE open the tailgate door of the jeep and slowly
crawl in behind her.

The GHOST FIGURE reaches out and grabs hold of Sidney's neck.

Sidney, with surprising strength, spins around and attacks
the GHOST.

She falls back against the dash, legs out, kicking wildly at
him.

Her hand reaches for the door, finds the lock, the door lever,
she pulls...

The door swings open...

Sidney falls out of the door, hitting the ground.

EXT. FRONT YARD - CONTINUOUS

Sidney, on her stomach, squirms away from the jeep. She brings
herself up to her hands and knees, looking behind her to see
nothing...

THE GHOST HAS DISAPPEARED.

Sidney's eyes roam the yard but he's nowhere. Completely
gone. Vanished. Sid crawls to the front porch where...

DEWEY'S BODY LAY

Thinking quickly, precisely, she reaches to Dewey's holster
and grabs his gun when a VOICE ECHO'S behind her...

VOICE (O.S.)
Sidney!

She turns to see Randy racing to her, limping. He appears
stone cold sober.

RANDY
Jesus, Sid. We gotta get out of here.

Sidney throws the gun forward.

SIDNEY
Stop. Right there.

RANDY
Don't shoot. It's me.

SIDNEY
Don't come any closer.

RANDY
Listen to me, Sid. I found Tatum.
She's dead, she's been killed... I
think Stu did it.

He takes a step forward when another VOICE SPEAKS UP.

VOICE (O.S.)
Don't believe him, Sid.

Sidney spins around to see Stu moving up the walk.

STU
He's lying. He killed Tatum. And
Billy.

Stu moves closer to Sidney.

SIDNEY
Stay away.

She aims the gun in his direction.

STU
His movie nut mind has snapped, Sid.
He's gone psycho.

RANDY
Don't listen to him. It's him. He's
the one.

Sidney has lost it, she doesn't know who to trust. She aims
the gun at Stu... then Randy... then Stu...

STU
Come on, Sid. Give me the gun.

RANDY
No, Sid.

They both move toward her. There's no time. She must act
now. Finally...

SIDNEY
Fuck you both.

And with that, Sidney steps back into the house and SLAMS
the front door shut.

INT. LIVING ROOM / FOYER

Sid locks and bolts the door. From the other side she can
hear Randy SCREAMING.

RANDY
NO, SID. OPEN UP. PLEASE... HE'S
GONE CRAZY.

His fists POUND against the door. Sidney, stumbling in the
darkness, rushes to the phone in the living room. Just as
she reaches for it... it RINGS. It scares the life out of
her. She SCREAMS, yanking it up.

SIDNEY
Please! God! Help me!

VOICE
(from the phone)
Having fun Sidney?

Sidney falls apart, SCREAMING.

SIDNEY
NOOOOOOOOO!!!

She throws the phone down, disconnecting the call.

Sid moves back to the door. RANDY'S SCREAMS ARE MADDENING.
She eyes the lock, deliberating.

SIDNEY
(at the door)
GOAWAYLEAVEMEALONE!

CLUNK! A NOISE UPSTAIRS.

Sidney looks up the staircase, into the darkness, her face
SHOCKED to see...

BILLY

emerging from the shadows, stumbling down the stairs. Very
much alive.

SIDNEY
Oh God. Billy!

He's blood-soaked and dazed. Sidney meets him in the landing,
grabbing him, holding him...

SIDNEY
I thought you were...

BILLY
I'm alright. Gotta... get... help.

Billy goes for the door.

SIDNEY
He's out there.

Randy continues POUNDING ON THE DOOR, SCREAMING AT THE TOP
OF HIS LUNGS.

RANDY
(through door)
Please, you gotta let me in. He's
gonna kill me.

Billy goes for the door. Sidney blocks him.

SIDNEY
NO! Don't believe him.

BILLY
It's okay. Give me the gun.

Sidney hands him the gun. Billy turns and unlocks the door,
opening it. Randy rushes in, grabbing Billy, pleading...

RANDY
Help me...

BILLY
(calming him)
Shhhh. It's okay.

RANDY
Stu's flipped out. He's gone mad.

Slowly, a small smile creeps across Billy's face.

BILLY
"We all go a little mad sometimes."

Randy squints, confused, as Billy aims the gun at Randy and
pulls the trigger. The BLAST throws Randy's body against the
wall before sliding to a heap on the floor... still.

BILLY
Anthony Perkins -- PSYCHO

BILLY TURNS TO SIDNEY...

Who stands only feet away, face aghast...

Fuck, no... this can't be happening. Billy's eyes are on
her, unmoving.

He sticks his tongue out and slowly licks the blood dried to
his face... tasting it.

BILLY
Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for
pig's blood in CARRIE.

Sidney is dumbfounded. Slowly, she takes a step back, moving
into the dark refines of the kitchen.

Billy, lurches forward in a fake-out, baiting her. She takes
another step back -- petrified.

CLOSE ON BILLY'S FACE. It is no longer familiar to Sidney.
There is something inhuman now about his features. His
expression is pure evil.

She takes another step back, shrinking into the dark kitchen.

THE CAMERA TAKES A MOMENT TO ADJUST TO THE DARKNESS as the
outline of a FIGURE appears...

STANDING RIGHT BEHIND SIDNEY.

She continues to back up, moving right into the arms of...

STU

Sidney spins around... her mouth open in speechless horror.

SIDNEY
Stu... please... help me...

Stu stares back at her, eyes wide, lips curled in a subtle
smile as he holds a small compact CELLULAR PHONE up to his
face.

STU
(whispering into phone)
Surprise, Sidney.

His VOICE sounds affected now... the VOICE of the killer.

Sidney looks back to Billy, then to Stu, then to Billy again.
It becomes all too clear.

She stands between them, her mind racing, calculating...

SHE BOLTS INTO THE LIVING ROOM

If for no other reason than to put space between her and
them... they stand in the entryway, trapping her in.

BILLY
Where ya going? It's not over yet.
We've got one more surprise -- Stu,
I believe it's your turn.

STU
Oh yeah.

Stu disappears into the kitchen.

BILLY
(to Sidney)
What's wrong? You look like you've
seen a ghost.

Sidney stands, trying hard to hold a calm resolve.

A NOISE comes from the kitchen. A low dragging sound. Stu
reappears from the front hall... wrestling with something...
someone...

CLOSE ON STU... he has a body in tow, he thrusts it forward
and it rolls into the living room. Sidney looks down to
find...

HER FATHER

bound and gagged. His eyes wide in fear, very much alive.

SIDNEY
Daddy!

She starts for him.

BILLY
Close enough.

Stu places the cellular phone in Mr. Prescott's shirt pocket.

STU
Guess, I won't be needing this
anymore.

SIDNEY
Why are you doing this?

STU
It's all part of the game.

BILLY
It's called GUESS HOW I'M GOING TO
DIE!

SIDNEY
Fuck you.

BILLY
We already played that game. You
lost, remember?

STU
You have to play, Sid. Don't want to
disappoint your dad. He's been waiting
around all night.

BILLY
It's an easy game. We ask you a
question. If you get it wrong -- you
die.

STU
And if you get it right -- you die.

SIDNEY
You're crazy -- both of you.

STU
The official term is "psychotic".

SIDNEY
You'll never get away with this.

BILLY
Tell that to Cotton Weary. You
wouldn't believe how easy it was to
frame him.

STU
Yeah, we just watched a few movies.
Took a few notes. It was fun.

Billy and Stu relish their madness, proud of themselves.

Sidney looks to her dad, sees the tears in his eyes. She
looks back to Billy, unflinching... a determined look on her
face.

SIDNEY
Why did you kill my mother?

BILLY
Why? WHY? Did you hear that, Stu? I
think she wants a motive. Hmmm... I
don't really believe in motives,
Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a
motive?

Stu plays along, shaking his head.

STU
Nope.

BILLY
And did they really ever explain why
Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people?
Don't think so. You see, it's scarier
when there's no motive, Sid.

SIDNEY
(fighting tears)
I don't understand...

BILLY
We did your mom a favor, Sid. The
woman was a slut bag whore who flashed
her shit all over town like she was
Sharon Stone or something.

STU
(laughing)
...so we put her out of her misery.
I mean, let's face it, your mom was
no Sharon Stone.

Stu cracks up over this while Billy turns very serious.

BILLY
Is that motive enough for you? Or
how about this? Did you know your
slut mother was sleeping with my dad
and she's the reason my mom moved
out and deserted me.

A sudden silence. Sidney is rigid with shock, his words
resonant with truth.

SIDNEY
What?

Even Stu is surprised with his seriousness.

BILLY
Think about it. On the off chance I
get caught -- a motive like that
could divide a jury for years, don't
you think?. You took my mother, so I
took yours. Big sympathy factor.
Maternal abandonment causes serious
deviant behavior. It certainly fucked
you up. It made you have sex with a
psychopath.

STU
That's right and now that you're no
longer a virgin. You gotta die --
those are the rules.

Billy sits the gun down on the table near the foyer. And
then moves to Sidney with the butcher knife in hand.

BILLY
Pretend this is all just a scary
movie, Sid. How do you think it's
going to end?

Sidney doesn't respond.

STU
(excited)
This is the best part, Sid. Billy's
got it all figured out. Why do you
think we kept your father alive so
long? Why did we save you for last?

BILLY
You know what time it is, Sid? It's
after midnight. It's your mother's
anniversary. We killed her exactly
one year ago today.

Billy turns to Stu with the knife. They eye each other.

BILLY
Ready?

STU
Yeah...

Billy pulls the knife back and brings it forward quickly,
slicing into Stu. He stumbles to ho his knees, WINCING in
pain.

STU
Jesus...

Sidney SCREAMS... as blood gushes... real blood, a dark,
deep red. Stu inspects the wound to his side... then he
smiles...

STU
Good one. My turn.

He takes the knife from Billy.

BILLY
Don't forget -- stay to the side and
don't go too deep.

Stu stabs at Billy's belly, puncturing him... Billy doubles
over...

BILLY
Jesus... fuck, that hurt.

SIDNEY
Stop it!

BILLY
(squelching the pain)
Got the ending figured out yet? Time's
running out.

STU
Come on, Sid. Think about it. Your
father is the chief suspect. We cloned
his cellular. The evidence is there.

Billy takes the knife and slashes at Stu's arm, two quick
cuts... he doubles over...

BILLY
What if your father snapped? Your
mom's anniversary set him off and he
went on a murder spree, killing
everyone...

STU
(in major pain)
Except for me and Billy... we were
left for dead...

BILLY
And then he killed you and then shoots
himself in the head. It's a perfect
ending.

STU
Everyone dies but us. We get to carry
on and plan the sequel. Let's face
it, these days -- you gotta have a
sequel.

Stu takes the knife and cuts at Billy.

SIDNEY
You sick fucks -- you've seen one
too many movies.

Billy looks at her, bent over, crazed.

BILLY
Oh Sid, don't blame the movies...
Movies don't create psychos. Movies
just make psychos more creative.

Stu staggers a bit.

STU
That's it, Billy. I can't take any
more. I'm feeling woozy.

BILLY
Get the gun. I'll untie Pops.

Billy moves to Sidney's father.

STU
Where'd you put it?

Stu is searching the foyer for the gun.

BILLY
It's on the table.

STU
No, it's not.

Billy hobbles over. The gun is gone.

BILLY
Where the fuck is it?

VOICE
(off camera)
Right here, asshole.

Billy and Stu look up in unison to see...

GALE WEATHERS-CORRESPONDENT FROM INSIDE STORY

standing in the front door way, gun in hand. Her body tattered
and bloody. Her hair a mess.

BILLY
I thought she was dead.

STU
She looked dead. Still does.

Gale holds the gun firm, in total control.

GALE
I've got an ending for you. The
reporter left for dead in the newsvan
comes to, stumbles upon you two
dipshits, finds the gun, fumbles
your plan, and saves the day.

Sidney steps forward.

SIDNEY
I like that ending.

Billy lunges at Gale, but she holds steady. Billy and Stu
eye each other.

BILLY
She can't get both of us.

STU
Odds are -- she'll miss anyway.

In a mad rush, they storm Gale, heading straight at her.
She pulls the trigger, but nothing happens... the safety is
on.

Billy charges forward, grabbing hold of the front door,
SLAMMING IT SHUT. It catches Gale in the face, knocking her
backwards out the door. She goes down... out.

STU
Cool move.

Billy steps out the front door and retrieves the gun from
where Gale lays. Then he turns back inside the house to
find...

SIDNEY GONE.

BILLY
Where'd she go?

Stu looks around, staggering now, bleeding heavily... Sidney
has completely disappeared. Only her father, bound and gagged
remains in the living.

STU
I don't know Billy but I'm hurtin'.

BILLY
Where the fuck did she go?

Suddenly, the phone RINGS. Billy and Stu look at each other.
Completely surprised. Billy scrambles over to the phone.

BILLY
(picking up phone)
Hello?

SIDNEY
(from phone)
Are you alone in the house?

Billy looks to Mr. Prescott. The cellular phone is gone.

BILLY
You bitch -- where the fuck are you?

SIDNEY
Not so fast. We're gonna play a little
game. It's called GUESS WHO JUST
CALLED THE POLICE AND REPORTED YOUR
SORRY MOTHERFUCKING ASS?

Billy looks around the living room.

BILLY
Find her.

Billy is fuming now... slightly staggering... and starting
to lose it. He SCREAMS at Stu who has fallen to his knees.

BILLY
FIND HER YOU DIPSHIT!

STU
I can't... I'm bad off, Billy. You
cut too deep.

Billy throws the phone at Stu. He mouths to him, so Sid can't
hear. "Talk to her..." Then Billy takes off for the kitchen.
Stu takes the phone.

SIDNEY
(aware)
So Stu, what's your motive? Billy's
got one. The police are on their
way. What are you going to tell them?

STU
Peer pressure... I'm way to sensitive.

Billy flies back in the room, grabbing the phone from Stu.
He's completely nuts now, staggering, bleeding, totally
insane.

BILLY
(SCREAMING in phone)
I'm gonna rip you up bitch. Just
like your slut whore mother.

SIDNEY
Gotta find me first, you pansy-assed
Mama's boy.

Billy starts ripping the room up, overturning furniture in a
mad fit of rage... when he notices the hall closet. Touche!
He smiles deliriously, heading for it, ripping it open as...

A GHOST MASKED FIGURE strikes from within, with an umbrella,
the sharp end hitting him in the chest as it fans out. Billy
stumbles back, stunned, as the GHOST comes at him again...
the umbrella lodges in his chest, and he goes down.

Sidney rips the GHOST MASK off her head. She looks at Billy,
disgusted, throwing the mask on Billy's now still body. A
movement behind her sends her reeling around to find...

RANDY slowly sitting up. His body drenched in blood. He's
alive... barely. He looks to Sidney... through pain...

RANDY
You know what I hate most about horror
movies? The final scene... it just
goes on and on... and it gets so
stupid...

Randy manages to stand when a FIGURE COMES LEAPING at him,
completely unexpected... it's Stu... barreling into him...
they fall back into the living room. Sidney grabs the gun
next to Billy and turns to the living room to find...

Randy and Stu rolling across the floor in a head lock,
fighting, both seriously injured... Sid tries to find aim
when a...

HAND GRABS HOLD of Sidney's ankle, toppling her to the
floor... once again she finds Billy on top of her...

IN THE LIVING ROOM

Randy and Stu pound at each other, beating and clawing...

ON SIDNEY as she fights viciously, attacking with everything
she's got...

Randy is desperately trying to pry away from Stu... he grabs
hold of the television set and tries to pull himself off the
floor out of Stu's clutch...

His hands find the top of the TV... the VCR... he yanks on
it, gripping it with his hands, bringing it around with force --
CRASHING the VCR into Stu's head. Stu drops.

ON SIDNEY as she digs her hand into Billy's open chest wound.
He CRIES OUT BLOODY MURDER. Her other hand brings the gun up
to his face... but he head buts it out the front door...
suddenly a flash of silver appears above Sidney.

Billy has grasped the butcher knife... he rises it high above
Sidney ready to strike... when a bullet RIPS THROUGH THE
FOYER striking Billy knocking him back into the living room.

Sidney looks up to see...

GALE WEATHERS, holding the gun in a death grip as smoke rises
above the gun's chamber.

Sidney sits up as Gale moves to her, helping her. Their eyes
meet. A life truce.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Billy and Stu lay face up, head to head. Sid and Gale move
over them, staring down. Randy joins them.

RANDY
Sid, you found me out... I'm a virgin.
And pretty happy about it right now.

Sidney nudges their bodies. They both stir.

RANDY
Careful. This is the moment when you
think the killer's dead, but then he
springs back to life for one last
scare.

Sidney grabs the gun from Gale.

SIDNEY
Not this time.

She positions her foot on Stu's chest and aims.

SIDNEY
This is for my Mom, asshole.

She SHOOTS him in the forehead, a clean and perfect shot.
The she aims the barrel at Billy who's eyes suddenly open,
blinking up at her, blood bubbling from his lips. He's not
yet dead. Their eyes lock.

SIDNEY
And this Billy stud-bucket is for
having an incredibly small weenie.

She FIRES another perfect shot. They're both goners.

Sidney drops the smoking gun, standing silent over the bodies.
A quiet moment when suddenly...

FIGURE LUNGES AT THEM

Both Sid and Gale and Randy SCREAM in epic, final scare
proportions as Mr. Prescott leaps forward, still bound and
gagged.

Sid catches her breath, relaxing.

SIDNEY
Oh Daddy...

She rushes to him, untying him... while Gale moves to the
bookcase and retrieves the hidden camera.

GALE
I wanna close-up.

Randy appears by Sidney's side, helping her untie her father.

RANDY
This is probably an inappropriate
moment, but you think you'd want to
maybe go out with me sometime...
like on a date?

Sidney looks at him, dumbfounded.

RANDY
Maybe catch a movie?

A long moment as Sidney's face goes from disbelief to
resignation to the slight trace of a smile.

SIDNEY
Only if it's a nice Meg Ryan movie.

RANDY
You got it.

He smiles at her... watching as Sidney grabs hold of her
father, holding him tight as Gale Weathers, with camera in
hand, gets one hell of an ending to this SCARY MOVIE.

THE END

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