BY KEVIN WILLIAMSON
July 31, 1995
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.
Who is this?
Who are you trying to reach?
What number is this?
What number are you trying to reach?
I don't know.
I think you have the wrong number.
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.
Casey grabs the portable.
I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.
So why did you dial it again?
You're forgiven. Bye now.
Wait, wait, don't hang up.
Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door. It's pitch black outside.
I want to talk to you for a second.
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.
Popcorn sizzles in a pot on the stove. Casey covers it with a lid, reaching for the portable phone.
Why don't you want to talk to me?
Who is this?
You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.
(shaking the popcorn)
I don't think so.
What's that noise?
Casey smiles, playing along, innocently.
You're making popcorn?
I only eat popcorn at the movies.
I'm getting ready to watch a video.
Just some scary movie.
Do you like scary movies?
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.
I don't know.
You have to have a favorite.
Casey thinks for second.
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?
Uh...NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET.
Is that the one where the guy had knives
Freddy-that's right. I liked that movie.
It was scary.
The first one was, but the rest sucked.
So, you gotta boyfriend?
Why? You wanna ask me out?
Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?
You never told me your name.
Casey smiles, twirling her hair.
Why do you want to know my name?
Because I want to know who I'm looking
Casey spins around like lightning facing the glass door.
What did you say?
I want to now who I'm talking to.
That's not what you said.
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.
I have to go now.
Wait...I thought we were gonna go out.
Nah, I don't think so...
Don't hang up on me.
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.
I told you not to hang up on me.
What do you want?
Dial someone else, okay?
You getting scared?
CLICK. She hangs up. The phone RINGS again. She grabs it.
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.
Is this some kind of a joke?
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.
I'm two seconds from calling the police.
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.
What do you want?
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.
Another CHIME. She moves to it.
No answer. Fuck this. It's time for the police. She goes for the portable phone. Just as she picks it up...
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.
You should never say "Who's there?".
Don't you watch scary movies? It's a
Casey clutches the wall, nearly collapsing. She tries her damndest to hang tough.
Look, enough is enough. You had your fun
now you better leave me alone or else.
Or else what?
CLOSE ON her face, her mind thinking, calculating...
My boyfriend will be here any second and
he'll be pissed when I tell him...
I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.
Busted. She holds steady.
I lied. I do have a boyfriend and he'll
be here any second and your ass better
I swear it. And he's big and plays
football and will beat the shit out
I'm getting scared.
I'm telling you the truth.
I lied before...
I believe you...
So you better leave.
His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?
Silence. Casey buckles at the knees, losing it.
How do you know his name?
Go to the back door and turn on the porch
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...
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 SCREAMS. Her hand moves to the lock on the door.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Terror rides Casey's face. She's petrified.
Where are you?
Her eyes search the yard, combing bushes, trees. He could be anywhere-anywhere.
Please don't hurt him.
That all depends on you.
Why are you doing this?
Tears find their way, streaming down Casey's face.
I wanna play a game.
Then he dies. Right now.
Which is it?
A long silence. Casey touches the glass...staring at STEVE...this big jock of a guy is crying too.
What kind of game?
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...
He disappears in the darkness. Casey moves away from the glass, back toward the living room, unbelieving, horrified.
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.
Please don't do this...
Come on. It'll be fun.
It's an easy category. Movie trivia.
I'll even give you a warm up question.
Don't do this. I can't..
Name the killer in HALLOWEEN.
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.
I don't know...
Come on, yes you do.
Casey is SOBBING.
What's his name?
I can't think.
Casey has officially reached hysteria, petrified beyond all reality.
Steve's counting on you.
Now for the real question.
But you're doing so well.
Please go away! Leave us alone!
Then answer the question. Same category.
Casey is a blubbering, wet mass on the floor.
Name the killer in FRIDAY THE 13TH.
A mad smile purses Casey's lips. She knows this. She leaps up, through tears, screaming...
A slight PAUSE.
I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer.
No it's not. It was Jason.
It was Jason. I saw that godamned movie
twenty times. It was Jason.
Then you should know Jason's MOTHER
-Mrs.Vorhees was the original killer. Jason
didn't show up until the sequel.
Casey is stupefied.
You tricked me...
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...
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.
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...
..leave me alone..please...
Answer the question and I will.
Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly back and forth.
What door am I at?
There are two doors to your house. A
front door and a back one. If you answer
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.
Don't make me...I can't...I won't.
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.
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....
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...
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
That fish smelled strong.
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.
The father sees straight back into the kitchen...the shattered patio door.
What is it? Where's 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.
Back in the house.
Where is she?
Call the police.
The mother moves to the phone in the foyer, picks it up...There is no dial tone. She jiggles the base.
Casey? Where are you honey? Call the
The phone's dead.
The...the softest...faintest voice is heard...
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.
Where is she?
I can hear her. Oh Mother of God,
I can hear her.
The father upturns the living room.
Not my daughter...not my...
The husband grabs hold of his wife.
Get in the car and drive down to
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.
BEGIN MAIN TITLES
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...
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...
A noise behind her. She turns abruptly, eyeing an open window across the room. A SCRATCHING sound. She stands and moves toward it.
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...
Sid SCREAMS...pulling away from the figure...breaking free, falling back onto the floor.
Hey...it's just me.
Sid looks up to see...
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.
Billy? What the...
I'm sorry. Don't hate me.
What are you doing here?
You sleep in THAT?
Billy pulls himself through the window.
My dad's in the other room.
I'll only stay a sec.
The bedroom door BURSTS open. The doorknob catches on the open closet door behind it jamming it, holding it in place.
(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.
Are you okay?
Can you knock?
I heard screaming.
No you didn't.
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
..out at the airport...
..so call if you need me.
He gives the bedroom a quick once over.
I coulda swore I heard screaming.
Sidney distracts him, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Have a good trip.
Sleep tight, sweetie.
He gives her a wink and pulls the door closed. Billy reappears.
What are you doing here?
Billy takes a flying leap and lands on the bed.
It just occurred to me that I've never
snuck through your bedroom window.
Now that it's out of your system.
And I was home, bored, watching
television, THE EXORCIST was on
and it got me thinking of you.
Oh it did?
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.
So you thought you could sneak in my
window and we would have little bump-
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.
Time to go, stud bucket.
Billy sits up. His heart isn't racing...it's POUNDING.
See what you do to me.
Sweat has popped out all over his forehead, his breathing heavy.
You know what my dad will do to you?
I'm going...I'm going.
He moves to the window. She follows, motioning to his wound.
I appreciate the romantic gesture.
She gives him a kiss goodnight. Sweet and simple.
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.
Would you settle for a PG-13
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.
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.
..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.
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...
Thirties. He smart face is overshadowed by a flashy smile and a massive mane of chemically enhanced hair.
(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
ON SIDNEY. Moved, disturbed. From behind, a finger taps her shoulder. She spins around to see...
Tatum Riley, same age, feisty, carefree.
Do you believe this shit?
They break away from the crowd and head for school.
Oh God! You don't know? Casey Becker
and Steve Forrest were killed last night.
And not just killed, Sid. We're talking
splatter movie killed-split open end to
Casey Becker? She sits next to me in
Not anymore. Her parents found her
hanging from a tree. Her insides on the
Do they know who did it?
Fucking clueless-they're interrogating
the entire school. Teachers, students,
They think it's school-related?
They don't know. Dewey said this is
the worst crime they've ever seen.
Even worse than...
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.
..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 hand s it to 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.
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.
Sheriff Burke gestures to bring her in. PRINCIPAL HIMBRY, 50's, an old codger of a man wearing a sour face speaks up.
Sidney Prescott. She was daughter of...
We all know Sidney, Mr. Himbry.
How she doin'?
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. Dewey.
Dewey shakes his head seriously.
It's Deputy Riley today, Sid.
How is everything?
And your Dad? How's he doing?
We're fine. Thanks.
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.
Hunt? Why would they ask if you like
I don't know, they just did.
Because their bodies were gutted.
They didn't ask me if I like to hunt.
Because there's no way a girl could have
That is so sexist. The killer could
easily be female-BASIC INSTINCT.
That was an ice pick-not exactly the
Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely
hollowed out. Takes a man to do
something like that.
Or a man's mentality.
(quiet, almost to herself)
How do you gut someone?
All eyes turn to Sidney. A serious silence. And then:
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.
What? She asked.
It's called tact, you fuckrag.
Remember in JAWS when they caught the
wrong shark at first and Richard Dreyfuss
cut it open to look foe 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.
You heard Billy-shut the fuck up.
Hey, Stu? Didn't you use to date Casey?
Stu's taken back, a little off guard.
For about two seconds.
Before she dumped him foe Steve.
Tatum turns to Stu, surprised.
I thought you dumped her for me.
I did. He's full of shit.
And are the police aware you dated the
What are you saying? That I killed
her or something?
It would certainly improve your high
Stu was with me last night.
Oooooh...before or after he sliced and
Fuck you, nut case. Where were you last
Working, thank you.
I thought Blockbuster fired you.
I didn't kill anybody.
No one's saying you did.
(perfect Stu mimic)
"Takes a man to do something like that."
I'm gonna gut your ass in a second.
Did you really put her liver in the
mailbox? I hear they found her liver
in the mailbox.
Randy, you goon-fuck, I'm eating here.
Stu nibbles at Tatum's neck.
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.
You sure I can stay over? My dad won't
be back til Sunday.
No prob. I'll pick you up after
Tell your mom I said thanks.
Yeah, yeah...are you okay?
Uh-huh, it's just...you know, the police
and reporters...it brings it all back.
I'll be there by seven. I promise
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.
The entire nation was shocked today by
the teen murders in North Carolina...
Sidney switches channels.
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.
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.
Practice ran late. I'm on my way.
It's past seven.
Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't bite
it til way after ten.
I'm not worried.
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.
Whatever. Just hurry.
She hangs up the phone. It immediately RINGS again.
IT'S HIM. THE VOICE FROM BEFORE.
Hi. Who is this?
You tell me.
Sidney thinks, trying to place his voice. It sounds a little distorted.
I have no idea.
Scary night, isn't it? With the murders
and all, it's like right out of a horror
movie or something.
Aha, Randy, you gave yourself away. Are
you calling from work? Tatum's on her
Do you like scary movies, Sidney?
I like that thing you're doing with your
voice, Randy. It's sexy.
What's your favorite scary movie?
Don't start. You know I don't watch that
And why is that?
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
A brief silence.
Are you alone in the house?
That is so unoriginal. You disappoint me,
Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.
So who are you?
The question is not who am I. The
question is where am I?
So where are you?
Your front porch.
This gives her pause. She moves to the window and pulls aside the drapes.
Why would you call me from my
That's the original part.
ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW. She can't quite see all of the porch.
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...
She steps out onto it, phone still in hand. A single light shines overhead illuminating the porch, but little beyond. Darkness is all around.
So where are you?
Sidney peers out into the darkness past thick shrubs that grow on either side of the porch.
Can you see me right now?
What am I doing?
She sticks her finger up her nose, pretending to pick. Silence. No answer.
Good try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry.
If you hang up, you'll die just like your
Sidney stops dead in her tracks, speechless.
Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother
His seriousness unnerves her. Sid flies off the handle.
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...
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.
The knife slashes through the crack in the door wildly.
ON SCREEN AGAIN
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...
her boyfriend, staring at her, surprised.
I heard screaming. The door was locked.
Are you okay...
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 reaches for her. Sidney unblocks the bedroom door and tears out of the room.
Sidney nearly falls down the stairs...
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 vas 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.
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.
We got him, Sheriff. Billy Loomis.
Hank Loomis' kid? Aw..Jesus...
He's her boyfriend.
They approach Billy as he's being placed in a squad car.
Sheriff...I didn't do it...please, call
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.
I was first to respond.
What were you doing out here?
Drive by patrol.
How is she?
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.
We're seeing a lot of you today.
She tries to smile but fails.
You gonna be able to come down to the
station and talk to us a bit?
TATUM appears, barreling past an OFFICER.
What happened? Oh God...
Tatum rushes to her, grabbing hold of her.
What are you doing here?
Oh, God, Sid, I'm sorry I was late.
You can't be here, Tatum. This is an
official crime scene.
It's okay. She was supposed to pick me
Her dad's out of town. She's staying
Does mom know?
Yes, you doofus.
Two news vans come driving up the street.
The vultures are coming. Let's get you
out of here.
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.
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.
Jesus! The camera-hurry!
But it's too late. Sidney is as good as gone. Gale sees Tatum moving quickly to her car.
Tatum looks up to see Gale Weathers rushing her.
Was that Sidney Prescott they took away?
I don't know.
Tatum hops in her car, ignoring her.
What happened to her?
I'm not talking to you.
Tatum's car peels out as Kenny comes running up with his camera.
Where'd she go?
Gale spins around, flashing her pearly whites.
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.
Did you reach my Dad?
You're sure it was the Hilton?
At the airport.
He's not registered. Could he have gone
to another hotel?
I don't know. I guess.
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.
What are you doing with a cellular
It's my phone. He was just playing
around with it.
You got some ideas of playing around, boy.
I didn't call anyone with it. I just
took it for fun.
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.
Thank you, Hank. We're on it. What were
you doing out at Sidney's tonight?
I just wanted to see her, that's all.
You rode your bike out there?
And last night? Sidney said you crawled
through her window last night too?
You were out last night?
I watched TV for awhile but the I felt
like going for a bike ride.
Did you ride past Casey Becker's house?
No, I didn't. I didn't kill anyone,
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.
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
That ghost mask is sold at both Kroger's
and WalMart. Neither of which keep
What about the cellular phone bill?
They're pulling Loomis' account. But
it'll be morning before we see something.
You think he did it?
Twenty years ago I woulda said not a
chance. But these kids today...damn if I
Hey...Dewey. Can we go now?
Hold up a sec...
She staying with you?
We haven't located her Dad yet.
Dewey turns to her, his face red.
What did Mama tell you? When I wear this
badge you treat me like a man of the law.
I'm sorry, Deputy Dewey-boy but we're
ready to go.
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.
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.
Sidney spins around to see Gale, standing, smiling at her. Sidney's body tightens and her face goes taut.
Some night. Are you alright?
Their eyes meet in cold familiar stare. Sidney says nothing. She's visibly shaking.
She's not answering any questions. Just
leave us alone, okay?
It's okay, Tatum. She's just doing her
job. Right, 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.
How's the book?
It'll be out later this year.
Sidney tries to contain herself..squeezing a clenched fist.
I'll look for it.
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.
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.
I thought you might want some ice for
that right hook.
Sidney sits up, takes the ice, and puts it on her hand.
I'll be right next door. Try to get some
Dewey moves back out the door.
Any word on my Dad?
(turning to her)
Not yet, but we're looking. If you need
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Dewey smiles, pulling the door closed on his way out. Sidney lies back down.
Just another sleepover at the Riley's.
Just like old times, ain't it?
No, nothing's like it used to be.
Sidney rolls over at her side, away from Tatum.
A telephone RINGS somewhere in the house.
Do you really think Billy did it?
He was there, 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.
Who is it?
It's for Sid
Mama Riley shakes her head sadly.
Take a message.
It's alright. I'll get it.
Sidney takes off out the door. Mama Riley motions to Tatum.
How is she?
Sidney grabs the phone at the end of the hall.
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.
Mama Riley turns in the doorway. Tatum comes bolting out of the bedroom.
Poor Billy-boyfriend. An innocent guy
doesn't stand a chance with you.
Looks like you fingered the wrong
Who are you?
Hang up, Sid.
Don't worry. You'll find out soon
enough. I promise.
Mama Riley BEATS on a closed bedroom door.
This is gonna be fun, Sidney. Just like
Dewey flies out of his room wearing only his boxers...holding his gun.
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.
I think you girls really should stay home
Your objection is duly noted.
I'd rather be around a lot of people,
From the TV, Sidney hears her name, "SIDNEY PRESCOTT..." All eyes go to the television.
..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.
..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
It's never gonna stop. Is it?
Dewey is off the phone.
Billy was released. His cellular bill
was clean. He didn't make those calls.
Somebody called me, Dewey. I'm not
making it up.
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.
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.
Hey, it's school. You'll be safe here.
Sidney forces herself out of the jeep as a microphone is shoved in her face...
How does it feel to almost be brutally
Dewey leaps from the car, intercepting the reporter.
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.
Come on, Sid.
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.
Stop right there.
Sidney throws her hands up in surrender.
I'm not here to fight.
Just stay back.
I want to talk to you.
(calling into the van)
Kenny. Camera. Now.
Kenny's head darts out from the van.
Off the record. No cameras.
Sidney contains herself.
Please. You owe me.
I owe you shit.
Gale moves inside the van. But Sidney is relentless.
You owe my mother.
Your mother's murder was last year's
hottest court case. Somebody was gonna
write a book about it.
And it had to be you with all your lies
and bullshit theories.
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.
Do you still think he's innocent?
Gale's interest is peaked. She eyes Sidney suspiciously.
He was convicted in a court of law. Your
testimony put him away. It doesn't
matter what I think.
During the trial, you did all those
stories about me. You called me a liar.
I think you falsely identified him. Yes.
Have you talked to Cotton?
Has his story changed?
Not one word. He admits to having sex
with your mother but that's all.
He's lying. She wouldn't have touched
him. He raped her, then butchered her.
Her blood was all over his coat.
He was drunk that night. He left his
coat at your house, after your mother
I saw him leaving wearing it.
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.
No, Cotton murdered my mother.
But there's doubt in her voice. Gale's face lights up.
You're not so sure anymore, are you?
Sidney clams up.
No, it was Cotton.
Tatum comes waltzing up.
Gale ignores her, zeroing in on Sidney, half realizing.
The killer is still on the loose, isn't
he? These murders are related.
Sidney starts to fidget.
I'm sorry I mangled your face.
She take off with Tatum. Gale calls after her.
Wait, Sidney, don't go...
But Sidney and Tatum have already disappeared in the crowd of students moving across campus.
Gale looks to Kenny.
Jesus Christ! An innocent man on death
row. A killer still on the loose.
Kenny, tell me I'm dreaming.
You want to go live?
Gale's mind races with possibilities.
No, not so fast. We have nothing
When did that ever stop you? You can't
sit on this. This is huge.
If I'm gonna blow this up-I need hard
But it's so much easier when we make it
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.
Just relax. You're at school now. No
one can get you here.
But if it wasn't Billy it could be
anybody. He could be here at school
They move up the walk as a FIGURE falls in step behind them, sporting a WHITE GHOST MASK.
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.
He promised me he'd be back.
As easy as the figure appeared, it disappears-falling out of site, unseen by either of them.
I wouldn't put too much stock in a
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.
In front of the school we catch up a REPORTER doing a live remote. He holds a mask in his hand.
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.
This is a mistake. I shouldn't be here.
I want you to meet me here right after
Billy appears in the crowd, with Stu tagging behind. Tatum spots him first.
Shit, what is he doing here?
I bet he's pissed.
Just ignore him. You had good reason to
think what you did.
Billy and Stu approach. Billy's face is solemn.
Hi, Sid. Can we talk a sec?
Sidney says nothing. She can barely look at him. Tatum intervenes.
You know if I were accused of carving up
two people, I'd take the opportunity to
Hey, go easy, Tatum. He didn't do it.
Talk to me, Sid.
Suddenly, a SCREAM erupts. All eyes go to a GHOST MASKED STUDENT running down the hall, screaming wildly, running amuck.
Why are they doing this?
Are you kidding? This is like Christmas.
Billy punches Stu in the side.
You open your mouth and stupidity pours
Sidney, clearly upset, takes off down the hall. Billy races off after her.
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...
They collide hard catching Sidney off guard, scaring the life out of her. She falls backwards, but Billy catches her fall.
Hey, hey, it's just me.
Sidney pulls away from him quickly. Billy feels the slight.
What? You don't still think it's me?
Sidney catches her breath.
No...I don't...it's just...Oh God, Billy,
someone was there, someone tried to
The police say I scared him off. It
wasn't me, Sid.
I know. He called again last night at
See, it couldn't have been me. I was in
I'm so sorry...please understand.
Understand what? That I got a girlfriend
who would rather accuse me of being a
psychopathic killer than touch me.
You know that's not true.
Then what is it? Is there somebody else?
Is it the sex thing? Am I being too
No, it's me, Billy. I need time. I'm
still adjusting to my mom.
It's been a year since she died.
Tomorrow. One year tomorrow.
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
Your parents split up. It's not the same
thing. Your mom left town, she's not in
a coffin somewhere.
You have to move on, Sid.
Sidney starts to walk away but turns back, angry.
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
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.
She was never attacked. I think she made
it all up.
Why would she lie about it?
For attention. The girl has some serious
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.
What if she did it? What if Sidney
killed Casey and Steve?
And why would she do that?
Maybe she was hot for Steve and killed
them both in a jealous rage.
Another toilet FLUSHES.
Why would Sidney want to be with Steve?
She has her own bubble-butt boyfriend Billy.
Maybe she's a slut just like her mom.
INSIDE THE STALL Sidney listens. Her face weakening.
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.
Cut some slack. She watched her mom get
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
From the stall, Sidney listens, her heart pounding, jaw quivering.
Where do you get this shit?
The two girls exit. Sidney moves out of the stall, catching her reflection in the mirror.
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...
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.
Is someone there?
A long, morose silence. And then:
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.
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.
Two students have been savagely murdered.
And this is how we express our compassion
He rips the mask off the other student.
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...
Aw, come on, Mr. Himbry, it was just a
Yeah, that's not fair.
A deep rooted hostility has taken over Mr. Himbry's face. Neither student budges, scared to even breathe.
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
Suddenly the door BURSTS open and Sidney appears, hysterical.
He's here...I saw him...he's here...
Mr. Himbry rushes to her, arms outstretched.
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.
She's okay. Looks like some boys were
teasing her. Himbry's shutting down the
school though. I want you to take look
Yes, sir, sheriff.
Dewey shuts the jeep door and heads for campus when Gale Weathers appears, her fake face aglow.
Hi! Gale Weathers. Field Correspondent,
I know who you are, ma'am. How's the
Productive. So they're closing down the
Well..uh...yes ma'am. For the time being.
Dewey heads for the school building. Gale scurries along side him flirtatiously.
And why is that? Has something happened?
You're not supposed to be here, ma'am.
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.
I'm twenty-five years old, ma'am.
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.
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.
"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.
Boy, you people sure do make fuss over
a serial killer.
Serial killer is not really accurate,
ma'am. The killer has yet to strike
Well, we can hope, can't we? We
certainly don't have any leads. A ghost
mask, a cellular phone--not much there.
We're tracking the cellular phone bill.
Really? You small town guys are good.
And have you located Sidney's father?
No, not yet.
He's not a suspect, is he?
We haven't ruled out that possibil...
Dewey, realizing he's said too much, clams up.
If you'll excuse me, ma'am.
Am I keeping you? I'm sorry.
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.
So you do watch the show?
He turns to her earnestly as STUDENTS come pouring out the front doors.
I just turned 25. I was 24 for a whole
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.
It was just some sick fuck having a
It was him, Tatum. I know it.
Tatum wants to believe her but...
You are not to be alone again. Is that
clear? If you pee--I pee.
Is this not cool or what? Hey, Sid,
For once, Stu, drop it.
Okay, but whatever you did--the entire
student body thanks you.
Stu moves to Tatum and gives her a kiss.
And to celebrate this impromptu fall
break, I propose we have a party.
Tonight, my house.
Are you serious?
My parents are out of town. It'll be
like my hurricane bash last year.
Nothing extreme. Just a few of us,
Tatum warms to the idea.
This could be good. What do you think,
I don't know...
Come on. Pathos has it's perks.
Sidney considers trying hard to be good spirited.
Remember, there's safety in numbers.
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.
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.
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 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.
Maybe Cotton Weary is telling the truth.
Maybe he was having an affair with your
So you think my mom was a slut too?
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
If they were having an affair how come
that Cotton couldn't prove it in court?
You can't prove a rumor. That's why it's
Created by that little tabloid twit Gale
It goes further back, Sid. There's been
talk about other men.
And you believe it?
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.
If I was wrong Cotton, then he's still
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.
You're right. I'm cracking up. Ignore
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.
How'd you do?
Piece of cake. She'll be there.
Thanks, butt wart. You did good.
So you gonna try and make up with Sid?
I was just asking. Why are you always at
Because I'm trying to build your self-
esteem. You're far too sensitive.
Billy thumbs Stu's forehead.
You ready to party hard tonight?
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 reshelving returns when Stu appears--knocking the videos out of his hand.
Jesus, this place is packed.
(picking up videos)
We had a run in the mass murder section.
You coming tonight?
Yeah, I'm off early--curfew you know.
Now that's poor taste.
Randy refers to Billy who stands down the aisle talking to TWO GIRLS. (The twits from the bathroom perhaps.)
If you were the only suspect in a
senseless bloodbath would you be standing
in the horror section?
It was all a misunderstanding. He didn't
You're such a little lap dog. He's got
killer printed all over his forehead.
The why'd the police let him go?
Because, obviously they don't watch
enough movies. This is standard horror
movie stuff. PROM NIGHT revisited.
Randy moves down the aisle, reshelving videos.
Why would he want to kill his own
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.
So what's his reason?
Maybe Sidney wouldn't have sex with him.
She's saving herself for you.
Could be. Now that Billy's tried to
mutilate her, you think Sid would go out
I think her father did it. How come they
can't find his ass?
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...
Which is you...
So while they're off investigating a dead
end, Billy, who's been written off as a
suspect, is busy planning his next
How do we know you're not the killer?
Randy spins around to find Billy right behind him. Busted.
Maybe your movie-freaked mind lost it's
Randy shrugs, laughing it off.
You're absolutely right. I'm the first
to admit it. If this were a scary movie,
I'd be the prime suspect.
And what would be your motive?
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.
A party? Mom's gonna kill you. Then me.
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.
God, look at this place, it's THE TOWN
THAT DREADED SUNDOWN.
Hey, I saw that movie. True story, 'bout
some killer in Texas.
Hey, Sid. Just think if they make a
movie about you. Who's gonna play you?
Dewey comes to a stop, parking the car in front of the police station. He looks to Sid with a brotherly smile.
I see you as a young Meg Ryan myself.
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.
I'll just be a few minutes. Don't go
The girls take off for the local supermarket that sits across the street.
Is Billy going to be there tonight?
He better not be. I told Stu to keep his
mouth shut. I think we can live without
EVERYBODY'S ALL AMERICAN for
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.
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.
Dewey! Where the hell you been, boy?
Keeping my eye on Sidney.
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.
Couldn't his cellular number have been
There's more. Guess what tomorrow is?
The anniversary of his wife's death. It all
fits. He's our man.
Have you contacted the bureau?
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
You think he could still be in town?
He'd have to be crazy. Where's Sidney?
She's with my sister. Should I bring her
Hold off for now. Just stay close to
She'll be with her friends over at Stu
Watch her. Don't let on--just keep your
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.
Billy's right. Whenever he touches me, I
just can't relax.
You have a few intimacy issues as a
result of your mother's untimely death.
It's no big deal. You'll thaw out.
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?
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.
Sid pushes the cart out of the glass door with Tatum riding it. The GHOST MASKED FIGURE is nowhere to be found.
What do you think about when you're
With Stu, there's little time to stop and
reflect. But sometimes before, to relax
and get in the mood, I think about Grant
Sid pushes the cart and Tatum across the street.
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.
How does that get you in the mood with
During foreplay, I sing the theme song to
myself. "Eight is enough to fill our lives
with love..." It's a real turn on.
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.
What secret meaning? Like a Satanical
Watch the show, Sid. His basket is
bigger than the one you're pushing.
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.
There's that sense of humor. I knew it
still existed. Ohh, Sid, let's have some
Sidney moves to the back door and closes it shut, when from behind...
DEWEY stands. Sid jumps, startled.
You girls ready.
Looks like I'm your personal bodyguard
No, Dewey. You'll ruin the whole night.
Sorry, police orders. I'll stay out of the
way, I promise.
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.
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.
Where you guys been? We had to start
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.
Kenny and Gale move around inside the van. Kenny hovers over a control panel complete with video monitors.
What's the plan?
Prep the compact, we'll hide it in a
window and tape all of tonight's
Kenny picks up a compact video camera the size of his fist. He checks its battery pack.
The control board's glitched. You know
we can't carry a live picture.
What's the delay?
About thirty seconds.
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.
What brings you out to these parts?
You never know when or where a story will
Not much story here. Just a bunch of
kids cutting loose.
Then what are you doing here?
Keeping an eye on things. Checking the
Mind if I join you?
Dewey considers for a whole two seconds.
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.
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.
I thought we'd make it a BLOCKBUSTER
He lets the videos splatter across the kitchen counter. Stu and Tatum dive in.
I thought everything was checked out.
I had 'em hid in the foreign section.
Sidney peruses the videos.
THE FOG, TERROR TRAIN, PROM NIGHT
--How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all these
She's the Scream Queen.
With that set of lungs--she should be.
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.
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.
I got it. Tatum get me a beer. They're
in the fridge in the garage.
What am I? The beer wench?
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.
Everyone perks up, eyeing Gale.
What is she doing here?
She's with me. I just wanted to check on
The GUYS in the room are drooling over Gale. Including Stu.
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.
I watch your show regularly.
This must be big news to be on INSIDE
Wanna interview us?
We could be like two grief stricken
students and we'll say really nice things
about our good friends who were
I can cry on cue.
Gale eyes the bookshelf above the television.
Suddenly, Gale starts to COUGH.
Can I trouble you for some water?
How 'bout a beer? Randy--get the lady a
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
Have they found my father?
Should I be worried?
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...
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.
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.
She KICKS it with her foot several times.
A moment. No answer.
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 spins around to see..
A 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.
Is that you, Randy? Cute.
The FIGURE stares at her, blankly.
And what movie is this from? I SPIT ON
Tatum takes a step towards the FIGURE.
Lose the mask. If Sidney sees it, she'll
The FIGURE shakes his head slowly from side to side.
Oh, you wanna play psycho killer?
The FIGURE slowly nods.
Can I be the helpless victim?
The FIGURE slowly nods again.
Okay, let's see. "No, please don't kill
me, Mr. Ghostface. I want to be in the
Tatum takes a step to move around the FIGURE, but he steps too, blocking her.
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.
Randy--will you stop?
But as the FIGURE intercepts, lunging forward, grabbing her wrist hard, Tatum stumbles...beer cans hit the floor, spewing...
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.
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'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.
Billy? Jesus, you scared me.
(with a wink)
Dude. What are you doing here?
I was hoping Sid and I could talk.
If Tatum sees you--she'll draw blood.
You guys can go up to my parents room?
To talk and...whatever.
Subtlety, Stu. Look it up.
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.
What's Leatherface doing here?
He came to make up.
There goes my chance with Sid.
Like you had one.
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...
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.
Got a picture. Perfect placement. We
can see everything.
Gale is ecstatic.
Tell me, Kenny, has a cheesy tabloid
journalist ever won the Pulitzer?
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.
So...I'm sorry. I've been a selfish shit
and I'm sorry.
No, Billy. I'm the one who's been
selfish and self-absorbed with all of my
post traumatic stress.
You lost your mom...
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.
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...
Everytime I get close to you I see my
mom. I know it doesn't make sense.
Sure it does. It's like Jodie Foster in
SILENCE OF THE LAMBS when she
kept having flashbacks of her dead father.
But this is life. This isn't a movie.
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.
I wanna let go. I do...
Ssshh...everything's gonna be okay. I
Sidney takes the initiative, acting on impulse, kissing him long and hard. She breaks away passionately, out of breath.
Why can't I be a Meg Ryan movie?
Billy nibbles her neck.
Or even a good porno.
She stares at him, her eyes sexually charged.
You heard me.
Are you serious?
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.
Look, here it comes. SPLAT!
The blood's not the right color. Why do
they do that? It's too red.
Here comes another...
Predictable. Knew he was going to bite
How can you watch this shit over and
I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When do
we see Jamie Lee's breasts?
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.
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.
Randy hits the pause button on the remote and stands in front of the television, explaining.
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."
Wanna another beer?
I'll be right back.
There he goes folks--a dead man. Wave
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.
Sheriff just radioed me. I'm gonna check
out a possible lead. Thought you might
like to join me.
What kind of lead?
A car was spotted in the bushes a little
ways up the road.
I'd love to. If you're sure it's
Ma'am, I am the Deputy of this town.
Can I bring Kenny?
NO! I mean...I should probably take just
Gale steps out of the van turning back to Kenny.
I'll be back.
She slides the van door closed.
EXT. ROAD - CONTINUOUS
Gale heads for Dewey's patrol jeep.
Actually, I thought we could walk. It's
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.
(pointing to TV)
Look, here comes the obligatory tit shot.
INT. BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Billy and Sidney are going at it...passionately. He has his head buried in her neck.
"Eight is enough to fill our lives with
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.
Hello? Yeah....HOLY SHIT.
Randy, freaked, drops the phone, finds the TV remote and pauses the movie, the others protest
"Hey, Put is back..." etc.
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:
So what are we waiting for?
Let's get over there before they pry him
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.
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 reveleation crosses her face. She turns to Billy who sits on the floor, putting on his shoes.
Who did you call?
When you're arrested-you're allowed one
phone call? Who did you call?
I called my dad.
No, Sheriff Burke called your dad. I saw
Yeah...and when I called no one answered.
You don't still think it was me?
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.
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 immedietely, SCREAMING. Billy tries to calm her, oblivious to the advancing GHOST.
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.
So is Dewey your real name?
Dwight. Dewey was something I got stuck
with a long time ago.
I like it. It's... sexy.
Nah... it's just this town's way of not
taking me serious.
What about Gale Weathers? I sound like a
CLOSE ON Gale and Dewey, walking closely, side by side-flirtatiously. Gale is surprisingly nervous.
People treat me like the Antichrist of
I don't think you're so bad.
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.
Something takes Gale's attention.
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.
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.
Shit. It's Neil Prescott's car.
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.
No, Jamie. Look behind you! Watch out!
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.
The GHOST takes a silent step forward.
(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...
A 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.
I'll call for backup.
I'll get my camera.
They split up. The CAMERA FOLLOWS GALE as she rushes to the newsvan, throwing open the door.
Kenny! Camera! Quick!
The van is empty.
A CAR HORN goes off. Gale spins around. It came from the patrol jeep in the driveway.
She moves across the yard to the jeep, the door hangs open...Dewey is nowhere to be found.
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 immedietely. 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.
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...
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.
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 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...
SIDNEY SCREAMS FROM THE BOTTOM OF HER SOUL.
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...
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.
Help! Please! I'm at Stu Maker's house
on Turner Lane. Please, HE'S GONNA
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...
She turns to see Randy racing to her, limping. He appears stone cold sober.
Jesus, Sid. We gotta get out of here.
Sidney throws the gun forward.
Stop. Right there.
Don't shoot. It's me.
Don't come any closer.
Listen to me, Sid. I found Tatum. She's
dead, she's been killed...I think Stu did
He takes a step forward when another VOICE SPEAKS UP.
Don't believe him, Sid.
Sidney spins around to see Stu moving up the walk.
He's lying. He killed Tatum. And Billy.
Stu moves closer to Sidney.
She aims the gun in his direction.
His movie nut mind has snapped, Sid.
He's gone psycho.
Don't listen to him. It's him. He's the
Sidney has lost it, she doesn't know who to trust. She aims the gun at Stu..then Randy..then Stu...
Come on, Sid. Give me the gun.
They both move toward her. There's no time. She must act now. Finally...
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.
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.
Please! God! Help me!
(from the phone)
Having fun Sidney?
Sidney falls apart, SCREAMING.
She throws the phone down, disconnecting the call.
Sid moves back to the door. RANDY'S SCREAMS ARE MADDENING. She eyes the lock, deliberating.
(at the door)
CLUNK! A NOISE UPSTAIRS.
Sidney looks up the staircase, into the darkness, her face SHOCKED to see...
emerging from the shadows, stumbling down the stairs. Very much alive.
Oh God. Billy!
He's blood-soaked and dazed. Sidney meets him in the landing, grabbing him, holding him...
I thought you were...
I'm alright. Gotta...get...help.
Billy goes for the door.
He's out there.
Randy continues POUNDING ON THE DOOR, SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS.
Please, you gotta let me in. He's
gonna kill me.
Billy goes for the door. Sidney blocks him.
NO! Don't believe him.
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...
Shhhh. It's okay.
Stu's flipped out. He's gone mad.
Slowly, a small smile creeps across Billy's face.
"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 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.
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...
Sidney spins around...her mouth open in speechless horror.
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.
(whispering into phone)
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.
Where ya going? It's not over yet. We've
got one more surprise--Stu, I believe it's
Stu disappears into the kitchen.
What's wrong? You look like you've seen
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...
bound and gagged. His eyes wide in fear, very much alive.
She starts for him.
Stu places the cellular phone in Mr. Prescott's shirt pocket.
Guess, I won't be needing this anymore.
Why are you doing this?
It's all part of the game.
It's called GUESS HOW I'M GOING TO DIE!
We already played that game. You lost,
You have to play, Sid. Don't want to
disappoint your dad. He's been waiting
around all night.
It's an easy game. We ask you a
question. If you get it wrong--you die.
And if you get it right--you die.
You're crazy--both of you.
The official term is "psychotic".
You'll never get away with this.
Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't
believe how easy it was to frame him.
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.
Why did you kill my mother?
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.
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.
I don't understand...
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
..so we put her out of her misery. I
mean, let's face it, your mom was no
Stu cracks up over this while Billy turns very serious.
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
A sudden silence. Sidney is rigid with shock, his words resonant with truth.
Even Stu is surprised with his seriousness.
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
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.
Pretend this is all just a scary movie,
Sid. How do you think it's going to end?
Sidney doesn't respond.
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?
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 pulls the knife back and brings it forward quickly, slicing into Stu. He stumbles to ho his knees, WINCING in pain.
Sidney SCREAMS...as blood gushes..real blood, a dark, deep red. Stu inspects the wound to his side...then he smiles...
Good one. My turn.
He takes the knife from 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...
Jesus...fuck, that hurt.
(squelching the pain)
Got the ending figured out yet? Time's
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...
What if your father snapped? Your mom's
anniversary set him off and he went on a
murder spree, killing everyone...
(in major pain)
Except for me and Billy...we were left
And then he killed you and then shoots
himself in the head. It's a perfect
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.
You sick fucks--you've seen one too many
Billy looks at her, bent over, crazed.
Oh Sid, don't blame the movies...Movies
don't create psychos. Movies just make
psychos more creative.
Stu staggers a bit.
That's it, Billy. I can't take any more.
I'm feeling woozy.
Get the gun. I'll untie Pops.
Billy moves to Sidney's father.
Where'd you put it?
Stu is searching the foyer for the gun.
It's on the table.
No, it's not.
Billy hobbles over. The gun is gone.
Where the fuck is it?
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.
I thought she was dead.
She looked dead. Still does.
Gale holds the gun firm, in total control.
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.
I like that ending.
Billy lunges at Gale, but she holds steady. Billy and Stu eye each other.
She can't get both of us.
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.
Billy steps out the front door and retrieves the gun from where Gale lays. Then he turns back inside the house to find...
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.
I don't know Billy but I'm hurtin'.
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.
(picking up phone)
Are you alone in the house?
Billy looks to Mr. Prescott. The cellular phone is gone.
You bitch--where the fuck are you?
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 is fuming now...slightly staggering...and starting to lose it. He SCREAMS at Stu who has fallen to his knees.
FIND HER YOU DIPSHIT!
I can't...I'm bad off, Billy. You cut
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.
So Stu, what's your motive? Billy's got
one. The police are on their way. What
are you going to tell them?
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.
(SCREAMING in phone)
I'm gonna rip you up bitch. Just like
your slut whore mother.
Gotta find me first, you pansy-assed
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...
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 dead 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 bunts 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.
Sid, you found me out...I'm a virgin.
And pretty happy about it right now.
Sidney nudges their bodies. They both stir.
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.
Not this time.
She positions her foot on Stu's chest and aims.
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.
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...
A 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.
She rushes to him, untying him...while Gale moves to the bookcase and retrieves the hidden camera.
I wanna close-up.
Randy appears by Sidney's side, helping her untie her father.
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.
Maybe catch a movie?
A long moment as Sidney's face goes from disbelief to resignation to the slight trace of a smile.
Only if it's a nice Meg Ryan movie.
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.