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SCREAM (1996) movie script

by Kevin Williamson.
Rewrite, July 31, 1995.

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FADE IN

ON A RINGING TELEPHONE.

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

		CASEY
	Hello.

		MAN'S VOICE
		(from phone)
	Hello.

Silence.

		CASEY
	Yes.

		MAN
	Who is this?

		CASEY
	Who are you trying to reach?

		MAN
	What number is this?

		CASEY
	What number are you trying to reach?

		MAN
	I don't know.

		CASEY
	I think you have the wrong number.

		MAN
	Do I?

		CASEY
	It happens. Take it easy.

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

The phone RINGS again.

INT.  KITCHEN

Casey grabs the portable.

		CASEY
	Hello.

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

		CASEY
	So why did you dial it again?

		MAN
	To apologize.

		CASEY
	You're forgiven. Bye now.

		MAN
	Wait, wait, don't hang up.

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

		CASEY
	What?

		MAN
	I want to talk to you for a second.

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

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

EXT.  CASEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING

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

The phone RINGS again.

INT.  KITCHEN

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

		CASEY
	Hello.

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

		CASEY
	Who is this?

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

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

		MAN
	What's that noise?

Casey smiles, playing along, innocently.

		CASEY
	Popcorn.

		MAN
	You're making popcorn?

		CASEY
	Uh-huh.

		MAN
	I only eat popcorn at the movies.

		CASEY
	I'm getting ready to watch a video.

		MAN
	Really? What?

		CASEY
	Just some scary movie.

		MAN
	Do you like scary movies?

		CASEY
	Uh-huh.

		MAN
	What's your favorite scary movie?

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

		CASEY
	I don't know.

		MAN
	You have to have a favorite.

Casey thinks for second.

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

		MAN
	Guess.

		CASEY
	Uh...NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET.

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

		CASEY
	Yeah...Freddy Krueger.

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

		CASEY
	The first one was, but the rest sucked.

		MAN
	So, you gotta boyfriend?

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

		MAN
	Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?

		CASEY
	No.

		MAN
	You never told me your name.

Casey smiles, twirling her hair.

		CASEY
	Why do you want to know my name?

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

Casey spins around like lightning facing the glass door.

		CASEY
	What did you say?

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

		CASEY
	That's not what you said.

		MAN
	What do you think I said?

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

On the stove, the popcorn POPS.

		CASEY
	I have to go now.

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

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

		MAN
	Don't hang up on me.

		CASEY
	Gotta go.

		MAN
	Don't...

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

THE PHONE RINGS.

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

		CASEY
	Yes?

		MAN
	I told you not to hang up on me.

		CASEY
	What do you want?

		MAN
	To talk.

		CASEY
	Dial someone else, okay?

		MAN
	You getting scared?

		CASEY
	No-bored.

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

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	No...please.

		MAN
	It's an easy category. Movie trivia.

		CASEY
		(begging)
	..please...

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

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

		MAN
	Name the killer in HALLOWEEN.

		CASEY
	No...

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

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

		CASEY
	I don't know...

		MAN
	Come on, yes you do.

		CASEY
	Please..stop...

Casey is SOBBING.

		MAN
	What's his name?

		CASEY
	I can't think.

Casey has officially reached hysteria, petrified beyond all
reality.

		MAN
	Steve's counting on you.

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

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

		MAN
	YES!

Casey SIGHS...relieved.

		MAN
	Now for the real question.

		CASEY
	NOOOO....

		MAN
	But you're doing so well.

		CASEY
	Please go away! Leave us alone!

		MAN
	Then answer the question. Same category.

Casey is a blubbering, wet mass on the floor.

		CASEY
	..please..no...

		MAN
	Name the killer in FRIDAY THE 13TH.

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

		CASEY
	Jason! Jason!...JASON!

A slight PAUSE.

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

		CASEY
	No it's not. It was Jason.

		MAN
	Afraid not.

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

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

Casey is stupefied.

		CASEY
	You tricked me...

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

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

STEVE

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

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

		MAN
	Final question. Are you ready?

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

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

		MAN
	Answer the question and I will.

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

		MAN
	What door am I at?

		CASEY
	What?

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

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

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

		MAN
	Your call.

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

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

SHATTERS TO BITS...

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

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

ANGLE ON CASEY

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

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

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

EXT.  SIDE OF HOUSE

Casey it at the back corner of the house.

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

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

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

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

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

STARING BACK AT HER...

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

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

EXT.  CORNER OF HOUSE

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

HEADLIGHTS APPEAR

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

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

THE GHOST MASKED FIGURE APPEARS

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

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

EXT.  DRIVEWAY

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

EXT.  FRONT YARD

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

EXT.  FRONT DOOR

Her parents approach the door

		FATHER
	That fish smelled strong.

		MOTHER
	I told you to send it back.

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

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

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

INT.  FOYER

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

		FATHER
	Jesus...

		MOTHER
	What is it? Where's Casey?

		FATHER
		(calling out)
	Casey? Casey?

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

EXT.  FRONT YARD

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

INT.  FOYER

Back in the house.

		MOTHER
	Where is she?

		FATHER
	Call the police.

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

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

		MOTHER
	The phone's dead.

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

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

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

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

		FATHER
	Where is she?

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

The father upturns the living room.

		FATHER
	Casey! Casey!

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

The husband grabs hold of his wife.

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

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

EXT.  FRONT DOOR

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

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

BLACKOUT!

BEGIN MAIN TITLES

FADE IN:

INT.  BEDROOM - SAME NIGHT

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

SIDNEY PRESCOTT

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

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

CRASH-BOOM

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

EXT.  WINDOW

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

INT.  BEDROOM

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

		VOICE
		(o.c.)
	Hey...it's just me.

Sid looks up to see...

BILLY LOOMIS

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

		SIDNEY
	Billy? What the...

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

		SIDNEY
	What are you doing here?

		BILLY
	You sleep in THAT?

Billy pulls himself through the window.

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

		BILLY
	I'll only stay a sec.

Suddenly...

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

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

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

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

		MR. PRESCOTT
	Are you okay?

		SIDNEY
	Can you knock?

		MR. PRESCOTT
	I heard screaming.

		SIDNEY
	No you didn't.

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

		SIDNEY
	..out at the airport...

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

		SIDNEY
	Got it.

He gives the bedroom a quick once over.

		MR. PRESCOTT
	I coulda swore I heard screaming.

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

		SIDNEY
	Have a good trip.

		MR. PRESCOTT
	Sleep tight, sweetie.

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

		BILLY
	Close call.

		SIDNEY
	What are you doing here?

Billy takes a flying leap and lands on the bed.

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

		SIDNEY
	Now that it's out of your system.

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

		SIDNEY
	Oh it did?

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

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

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

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

		SIDNEY
	Time to go, stud bucket.

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

		BILLY
	See what you do to me.

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

		SIDNEY
	You know what my dad will do to you?

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

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	Oh yeah? Well I call your bluff.

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

COMPLETELY EMPTY.

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

		SIDNEY
	So where are you?

		MAN
	Right here.

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

		SIDNEY
	Can you see me right now?

		MAN
	Uh-huh.

		SIDNEY
	What am I doing?

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

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

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

Sidney stops dead in her tracks, speechless.

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	Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother
	didn't.

His seriousness unnerves her.  Sid flies off the handle.

		SIDNEY
	FUCK YOU! YOU CRETIN!

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

A FIGURE COMES LEAPING OUT OF THE HALL CLOSET

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

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

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

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

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

RUNS UP THE STAIRS.  The FIGURE right behind her.

INT.  UPSTAIRS LANDING

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

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

INT.  BEDROOM

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

THE FIGURE POUNDS AGAINST THE BEDROOM DOOR...

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

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

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

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

CLOSE ON SCREEN AS WORDS APPEAR.

	FAX MODEM

	9-1-1 SEND

The knife slashes through the crack in the door wildly.

ON SCREEN AGAIN

	HELP KILLER

	34 ELM ST

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

ON THE SCREEN

	"Stay calm.  Police enroute."

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

BILLY

her boyfriend, staring at her, surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

INT.  LANDING

Sidney nearly falls down the stairs...

INT.  FOYER

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

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK

to find Dewey-Deputy Riley, holding it.  Red lights flash,
sirens BLAST 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.

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

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

		DEWEY
	We got him, Sheriff. Billy Loomis.

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

		DEWEY
	He's her boyfriend.

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

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

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

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

		DEWEY
	I was first to respond.

		SHERIFF BURKE
	What were you doing out here?

		DEWEY
	Drive by patrol.

		SHERIFF BURKE
	How is she?

		DEWEY
	She's tough.

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

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

Sheriff Burke and Riley approach.

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

She tries to smile but fails.

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

		SIDNEY
	..yeah...

TATUM appears, barreling past an OFFICER.

		TATUM
	What happened? Oh God...

Tatum rushes to her, grabbing hold of her.

		DEWEY
		(to Tatum)
	What are you doing here?

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

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

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

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

		DEWEY
	Does mom know?

		TATUM
	Yes, you doofus.

Two news vans come driving up the street.

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

EXT.  STREET

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

		GALE
	I'll be damned.

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

		KENNY
	What? What?

		GALE
	Jesus! The camera-hurry!

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

		GALE
	Excuse me?

Tatum looks up to see Gale Weathers rushing her.

		GALE
	Was that Sidney Prescott they took away?

		TATUM
	I don't know.

Tatum hops in her car, ignoring her.

		GALE
	What happened to her?

		TATUM
	I'm not talking to you.

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

		KENNY
	Where'd she go?

Gale spins around, flashing her pearly whites.

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

Gale moves back to the van leaving Kenny miffed.

INT.  POLICE STATION

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

INT.  SHERIFF'S OFFICE

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

		SIDNEY
	Did you reach my Dad?

		DEWEY
	You're sure it was the Hilton?

		SIDNEY
	At the airport.

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

		SIDNEY
	I don't know. I guess.

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

Sidney stares blankly, numb.

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father, HANK LOOMIS, an older version of Billy.

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	telephone, son?

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

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

He rips the mask off the other student.

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

The GHOSTS doth protest...

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

		GHOST #2
	Yeah, that's not fair.

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

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

Suddenly the door BURSTS open and Sidney appears,
hysterical.

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

Mr. Himbry rushes to her, arms outstretched.

		MR. HIMBRY
	Easy child.

Sidney collapses in his arms.

EXT.  SCHOOL STREET - MINUTES LATER

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

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

		DEWEY
	Yes, sir, sheriff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

		GALE
	And why is that? Has something happened?

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

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

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

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

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

Dewey looks away, blushing a bit.

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

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

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

Gale speaks over Mr. Himbry's voice.

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

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

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

		DEWEY
	We're tracking the cellular phone bill.

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

		DEWEY
	No, not yet.

		GALE
	He's not a suspect, is he?

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

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

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

		GALE
	Am I keeping you? I'm sorry.

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

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

		GALE
	So you do watch the show?

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

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

		GALE
	You are precious. Please, call me Gale.

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

INT.  SCHOOL CORRIDOR - SECONDS LATER

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

		TATUM
	It was just some sick fuck having a
	laugh.

		SIDNEY
	It was him, Tatum. I know it.

Tatum wants to believe her but...

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

Stu appears.

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

		TATUM
	For once, Stu, drop it.

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

Stu moves to Tatum and gives her a kiss.

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

		SIDNEY
	Are you serious?

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

Tatum warms to the idea.

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

		SIDNEY
	I don't know...

		TATUM
	Come on. Pathos has it's perks.

Sidney considers trying hard to be good spirited.

		STU
	Remember, there's safety in numbers.

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

		STU
	Cool. See you guys tonight. Bring food.

Stu speeds off, sliding down the empty hallway.

INT.  PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - LATER

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

		MR. HIMBRY
	Damn...

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

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

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

		MR. HIMBRY
	Yes? Hello?

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

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

INT.  OUTER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

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

		MR. HIMBRY
	Little shits.

Mr. Himbry returns to his office.

INT.  OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

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

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

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

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

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

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the small town neighborhood.  Dewey's patrol jeep is parked
in the driveway.

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quiet  moment.

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	Maybe Cotton Weary is telling the truth.
	Maybe he was having an affair with your
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		SIDNEY
	So you think my mom was a slut too?

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	we can't carry a live picture.

		GALE
	What's the delay?

		KENNY
	About thirty seconds.

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

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

Dewey, smiling, extremely pleased to see her.

		DEWEY
	Evening, ma'am.

		GALE
	Deputy...good evening.

		DEWEY
	What brings you out to these parts?

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

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

		GALE
	Then what are you doing here?

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

		GALE
	Mind if I join you?

Dewey considers for a whole two seconds.

		DEWEY
	Not at all.

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

INT.  KITCHEN

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

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

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

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

		STU
	I thought everything was checked out.

		RANDY
	I had 'em hid in the foreign section.

Sidney peruses the videos.

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

		RANDY
	She's the Scream Queen.

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

		TATUM
		(to Sid)
	Tits--see.

INT.  LIVING ROOM - FEW MINUTES LATER

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

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

Hands go up.  BICKERING AD-LIB, etc.

The doorbell RINGS.  Stu goes for it.

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

		TATUM
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		STU
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	Hey, guess who's here? It's that chick
	from INSIDE STORY?

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

		TATUM
	Shit, Dewey!

Everyone perks up, eyeing Gale.

		TATUM
	What is she doing here?

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

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

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

Tatum takes off for the kitchen.

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

		SOME TEEN
	I watch your show regularly.

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

		GALE
	Huge.

		ANOTHER TEEN
	Wanna interview us?

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

		STU
	I can cry on cue.

Gale eyes the bookshelf above the television.

		GALE
	Maybe later?

Suddenly, Gale starts to COUGH.

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	Can I trouble you for some water?

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

		RANDY
	You get it.

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

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		SIDNEY
	Have they found my father?

		DEWEY
	Afraid not.

		SIDNEY
	Should I be worried?

		DEWEY
	Not yet.

INT.  KITCHEN

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

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

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THE GHOST APPEARS

grabbing her wrists in midair.

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

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

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

INT.  NEWSVAN - CONTINUOUS

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

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

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

RANDY, staring at her madly.

		RANDY
	What's going on?

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

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

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

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

SIDNEY APPEARS

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

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

EXT.  ROAD - CONTINUOUS

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

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

INT.  JEEP

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

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

DEWEY STANDING IN THE DOORWAY.

		SIDNEY
	DEWEY!

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

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

THE GHOST

SIDNEY SCREAMS FROM THE BOTTOM OF HER SOUL.

		SIDNEY
	NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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

And watches as the GHOST leans over Dewey's still body,
fumbling with something.  Then the FIGURE stands upright, in
his hands he holds...

THE KEYS

They jingle in the wind, the GHOST toying with her, enjoying
this...

Sidney, hysterical, locks eyes with the FIGURE as he moves
to the door, Sidney leaps on it, holding the lock button
down, making it impossible to unlock.  Her face is pressed
against the glass...inches from the MASKED FIGURE.

She uses every ounce of strength when suddenly, the GHOST
DISAPPEARS, dropping down, below the window, out of her
view.

Sidney moves to the center of the jeep, trying hard to
listen over her own RAPID BREATHING, every sound AMPLIFIED.

Then she hears it, the soft JINGLING of keys near the
passengers side door.  She pounces on the lock, holding it
down.

A shadow cuts the beam of the headlights, unseen by Sidney.
The lock turns on the other side.  Sidney leaps over and
holds it down, securing it.  This is beyond nerve-racking.
Sidney is certifiable.

Her eyes spot the police radio for the first time.  She
grabs the mouthpiece and hits the switch.

		SIDNEY
	Help! Please! I'm at Stu Maker's house
	on Turner Lane. Please, HE'S GONNA
	KILL ME!

EXT.  FRONT OF JEEP

ANGLE through front windshield.  Sidney RANTING into the
police band.  She doesn't see the...

GHOST FIGURE open the tailgate door of the jeep and slowly
crawl in behind her.

The GHOST FIGURE reaches out and grabs hold of Sidney's
neck.

Sidney, with surprising strength, spins around and attacks
the GHOST.

She falls back against the dash, legs out, kicking wildly at
him.

Her hand reaches for the door, finds the lock, the door
lever, she pulls...

The door swings open...

Sidney falls out of the door, hitting the ground.

EXT.  FRONT YARD - CONTINUOUS

Sidney, on her stomach, squirms away from the jeep.  She
brings herself up to her hands and knees, looking behind her
to see nothing...

THE GHOST HAS DISAPPEARED.

Sidney's eyes roam the yard but he's nowhere.  Completely
gone.  Vanished.  Sid crawls to the front porch where...

DEWEY'S BODY LAY

Thinking quickly, precisely, she reaches to Dewey's holster
and grabs his gun when a VOICE ECHO'S behind her...

		VOICE
		(o.c.)
	Sidney!

She turns to see Randy racing to her, limping.  He appears
stone cold sober.

		RANDY
	Jesus, Sid. We gotta get out of here.

Sidney throws the gun forward.

		SIDNEY
	Stop. Right there.

		RANDY
	Don't shoot. It's me.

		SIDNEY
	Don't come any closer.

		RANDY
	Listen to me, Sid. I found Tatum. She's
	dead, she's been killed...I think Stu did
	it.

He takes a step forward when another VOICE SPEAKS UP.

		VOICE
		(o.c.)
	Don't believe him, Sid.

Sidney spins around to see Stu moving up the walk.

		STU
	He's lying. He killed Tatum. And Billy.

Stu moves closer to Sidney.

		SIDNEY
	Stay away.

She aims the gun in his direction.

		STU
	His movie nut mind has snapped, Sid.
	He's gone psycho.

		RANDY
	Don't listen to him. It's him. He's the
	one.

Sidney has lost it, she doesn't know who to trust.  She aims
the gun at Stu..then Randy..then Stu...

		STU
	Come on, Sid. Give me the gun.

		RANDY
	No, Sid.

They both move toward her.  There's no time.  She must act
now.  Finally...

		SIDNEY
	Fuck you both.

And with that, Sidney steps back into the house and SLAMS
the front door shut.

INT.  LIVING ROOM / FOYER

Sid locks and bolts the door.  From the other side she can
hear Randy SCREAMING.

		RANDY
	NO, SID. OPEN UP. PLEASE...
	HE'S GONE CRAZY.

His fists POUND against the door.  Sidney, stumbling in the
darkness, rushes to the phone in the living room.  Just as
she reaches for it...it RINGS.  It scares the life out of
her.  She SCREAMS, yanking it up.

		SIDNEY
	Please! God! Help me!

		VOICE
		(from the phone)
	Having fun Sidney?

Sidney falls apart, SCREAMING.

		SIDNEY
	NOOOOOOOOO!!!

She throws the phone down, disconnecting the call.

Sid moves back to the door.  RANDY'S SCREAMS ARE MADDENING.
She eyes the lock, deliberating.

		SIDNEY
		(at the door)
	GOAWAYLEAVEMEALONE!

CLUNK!  A NOISE UPSTAIRS.

Sidney looks up the staircase, into the darkness, her face
SHOCKED to see...

BILLY

emerging from the shadows, stumbling down the stairs.  Very
much alive.

		SIDNEY
	Oh God. Billy!

He's blood-soaked and dazed.  Sidney meets him in the
landing, grabbing him, holding him...

		SIDNEY
	I thought you were...

		BILLY
	I'm alright. Gotta...get...help.

Billy goes for the door.

		SIDNEY
	He's out there.

Randy continues POUNDING ON THE DOOR, SCREAMING AT THE TOP
OF HIS LUNGS.

		RANDY
		(through door)
	Please, you gotta let me in. He's
	gonna kill me.

Billy goes for the door.  Sidney blocks him.

		SIDNEY
	NO! Don't believe him.

		BILLY
	It's okay. Give me the gun.

Sidney hands him the gun.  Billy turns and unlocks the door,
opening it.  Randy rushes in, grabbing Billy, pleading...

		RANDY
	Help me...

		BILLY
		(calming him)
	Shhhh. It's okay.

		RANDY
	Stu's flipped out. He's gone mad.

Slowly, a small smile creeps across Billy's face.

		BILLY
	"We all go a little mad sometimes."

Randy squints, confused, as Billy aims the gun at Randy and
pulls the trigger.  The BLAST throws Randy's body against
the wall before sliding to a heap on the floor...still.

		BILLY
	Anthony Perkins--PSYCHO

BILLY TURNS TO SIDNEY...

Who stands only feet away, face aghast...

Fuck, no...this can't be happening.  Billy's eyes are on
her, unmoving.

He sticks his tongue out and slowly licks the blood dried to
his face...tasting it.

		BILLY
	Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for
	pig's blood in CARRIE.

Sidney is dumbfounded.  Slowly, she takes a step back,
moving into the dark refines of the kitchen.

Billy, lurches forward in a fake-out, baiting her.  She
takes another step back--petrified.

CLOSE ON BILLY'S FACE.  It is no longer familiar to Sidney.
There is something inhuman now about his features.  His
expression is pure evil.

She takes another step back, shrinking into the dark
kitchen.

THE CAMERA TAKES A MOMENT TO ADJUST TO THE DARKNESS as the
outline of a FIGURE appears...

STANDING RIGHT BEHIND SIDNEY.

She continues to back up, moving right into the arms of...

STU

Sidney spins around...her mouth open in speechless horror.

		SIDNEY
	Stu...please...help me...

Stu stares back at her, eyes wide, lips curled in a subtle
smile as he holds a small compact CELLULAR PHONE up to his
face.

		STU
		(whispering into phone)
	Surprise, Sidney.

His VOICE sounds affected now...the VOICE of the killer.

Sidney looks back to Billy, then to Stu, then to Billy
again.  It becomes all too clear.

She stands between them, her mind racing, calculating...

SHE BOLTS INTO THE LIVING ROOM

If for no other reason than to put space between her and
them...they stand in the entryway, trapping her in.

		BILLY
	Where ya going? It's not over yet. We've
	got one more surprise--Stu, I believe it's
	your turn.

		STU
	Oh yeah

Stu disappears into the kitchen.

		BILLY
		(to Sidney)
	What's wrong? You look like you've seen
	a ghost.

Sidney stands, trying hard to hold a calm resolve.

A NOISE comes from the kitchen.  A low dragging sound.  Stu
reappears from the front hall...wrestling with
something...someone...

CLOSE ON STU...he has a body in tow, he thrusts it forward
and it rolls into the living room.  Sidney looks down to
find...

HER FATHER

bound and gagged.  His eyes wide in fear, very much alive.

		SIDNEY
	Daddy!

She starts for him.

		BILLY
	Close enough.

Stu places the cellular phone in Mr. Prescott's shirt
pocket.

		STU
	Guess, I won't be needing this anymore.

		SIDNEY
	Why are you doing this?

		STU
	It's all part of the game.

		BILLY
	It's called GUESS HOW I'M GOING TO DIE!

		SIDNEY
	Fuck you.

		BILLY
	We already played that game. You lost,
	remember?

		STU
	You have to play, Sid. Don't want to
	disappoint your dad. He's been waiting
	around all night.

		BILLY
	It's an easy game. We ask you a
	question. If you get it wrong--you die.

		STU
	And if you get it right--you die.

		SIDNEY
	You're crazy--both of you.

		STU
	The official term is "psychotic".

		SIDNEY
	You'll never get away with this.

		BILLY
	Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't
	believe how easy it was to frame him.

		STU
	Yeah, we just watched a few movies. Took
	a few notes. It was fun.

Billy and Stu relish their madness, proud of themselves.

Sidney looks to her dad, sees the tears in his eyes.  She
looks back to Billy, unflinching..a determined look on her
face.

		SIDNEY
	Why did you kill my mother?

		BILLY
	Why? WHY? Did you hear that, Stu? I
	think she wants a motive. Hmmm...I don't
	really believe in motives, Sid. I mean, did
	Norman Bates have a motive?

Stu plays along, shaking his head.

		STU
	Nope.

		BILLY
	And did they really ever explain why
	Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people?
	Don't think so. You see, it's scarier
	when there's no motive, Sid.

		SIDNEY
		(fighting tears)
	I don't understand...

		BILLY
	We did your mom a favor, Sid. The woman
	was a slut bag whore who flashed her shit
	all over town like she was Sharon Stone or
	something.

		STU
		(laughing)
	..so we put her out of her misery. I
	mean, let's face it, your mom was no
	Sharon Stone.

Stu cracks up over this while Billy turns very serious.

		BILLY
	Is that motive enough for you? Or how
	about this? Did you know your slut
	mother was sleeping with my dad and she's
	the reason my mom moved out and deserted
	me.

A sudden silence.  Sidney is rigid with shock, his words
resonant with truth.

		SIDNEY
	What?

Even Stu is surprised with his seriousness.

		BILLY
	Think about it. On the off chance I get
	caught-a motive like that could divide a
	jury for years, don't you think?. You took
	my mother, so I took yours. Big sympathy
	factor. Maternal abandonment causes
	serious deviant behavior. It certainly
	fucked you up. It made you have sex with
	a psychopath.

		STU
	That's right and now that you're no
	longer a virgin. You gotta die--those
	are the rules.

Billy sits the gun down on the table near the foyer.  And
then moves to Sidney with the butcher knife in hand.

		BILLY
	Pretend this is all just a scary movie,
	Sid. How do you think it's going to end?

Sidney doesn't respond.

		STU
		(excited)
	This is the best part, Sid. Billy's got
	it all figured out. Why do you think we
	kept your father alive so long? Why did
	we save you for last?

		BILLY
	You know what time it is, Sid? It's
	after midnight. It's your mother's
	anniversary. We killed her exactly one
	year ago today.

Billy turns to Stu with the knife.  They eye each other.

		BILLY
	Ready?

		STU
	Yeah...

Billy pulls the knife back and brings it forward quickly,
slicing into Stu.  He stumbles to ho his knees, WINCING in
pain.

		STU
	Jesus...

Sidney SCREAMS...as blood gushes..real blood, a dark, deep
red.  Stu inspects the wound to his side...then he smiles...

		STU
	Good one. My turn.

He takes the knife from Billy.

		BILLY
	Don't forget-stay to the side and don't
	go too deep.

Stu stabs at Billy's belly, puncturing him...Billy doubles
over...

		BILLY
	Jesus...fuck, that hurt.

		SIDNEY
	Stop it!

		BILLY
		(squelching the pain)
	Got the ending figured out yet? Time's
	running out.

		STU
	Come on, Sid. Think about it. Your
	father is the chief suspect. We cloned
	his cellular. The evidence is there.

Billy takes the knife and slashes at Stu's arm, two quick
cuts...he doubles over...

		BILLY
	What if your father snapped? Your mom's
	anniversary set him off and he went on a
	murder spree, killing everyone...

		STU
		(in major pain)
	Except for me and Billy...we were left
	for dead...

		BILLY
	And then he killed you and then shoots
	himself in the head. It's a perfect
	ending.

		STU
	Everyone dies but us. We get to carry on
	and plan the sequel. Let's face it, these
	days--you gotta have a sequel.

Stu takes the knife and cuts at Billy.

		SIDNEY
	You sick fucks--you've seen one too many
	movies.

Billy looks at her, bent over, crazed.

		BILLY
	Oh Sid, don't blame the movies...Movies
	don't create psychos. Movies just make
	psychos more creative.

Stu staggers a bit.

		STU
	That's it, Billy. I can't take any more.
	I'm feeling woozy.

		BILLY
	Get the gun. I'll untie Pops.

Billy moves to Sidney's father.

		STU
	Where'd you put it?

Stu is searching the foyer for the gun.

		BILLY
	It's on the table.

		STU
	No, it's not.

Billy hobbles over.  The gun is gone.

		BILLY
	Where the fuck is it?

		VOICE
		(off camera)
	Right here, asshole.

Billy and Stu look up in unison to see...

GALE WEATHERS-CORRESPONDENT FROM INSIDE STORY

standing in the front door way, gun in hand.  Her body
tattered and bloody.  Her hair a mess.

		BILLY
	I thought she was dead.

		STU
	She looked dead. Still does.

Gale holds the gun firm, in total control.

		GALE
	I've got an ending for you. The reporter
	left for dead in the newsvan comes to,
	stumbles upon you two dipshits, finds the
	gun, fumbles your plan, and saves the day.

Sidney steps forward.

		SIDNEY
	I like that ending.

Billy lunges at Gale, but she holds steady.  Billy and Stu
eye each other.

		BILLY
	She can't get both of us.

		STU
	Odds are--she'll miss anyway.

In a mad rush, they storm Gale, heading straight at her.
She pulls the trigger, but nothing happens...the safety is
on.

Billy charges forward, grabbing hold of the front door,
SLAMMING IT SHUT.  It catches Gale in the face, knocking her
backwards out the door.  She goes down...out.

		STU
	Cool move.

Billy steps out the front door and retrieves the gun from
where Gale lays.  Then he turns back inside the house to
find...

SIDNEY GONE.

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