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First Draft Screenplay
Michael T. Kennedy
Based on Characters Created By:
ON A GRADUATION GOWN
A hand reaches for it, pulling it close to the body of
SANDY PETERSON, a young girl, aged 17. A friendly face with
You almost done?
She turns to her side to look at...
A very pretty girl, eighteen. Bright and spunky. A head
cheerleader kind of girl.
Yeah. Just a few more.
The CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal the two girls on an
auditorium stage. They are sorting through graduation
gowns and caps that lie on a table.
I can’t believe we graduate tomorrow.
The four years flew by.
Where you headed to next fall?
You don’t say?
Come September I will begin a short
one-year span as a cover model for
fashion magazines which in turn will
culminate in a six year run as the
lead actress in a hour long drama
for the CW. After the shows end and
numerous teen angst films in my back
pocket I will get my shining moment...
and on Oscar nomination...for my role,
against type, in Baby Mama 2...
no wait, Juno 2?
Yeah, Juno 2. Then I will
record my first solo album thus being
known as a cross over diva.
Sandy rolls her eyes.
At least you’re humble.
Do you mind if I run to my locker real
quick? I forgot my cell phone.
Gina drops a gown to the table. She rushes off the side of
the stage and towards a side door.
Everyone’s a Goddamn actress.
Sandy watches Gina exit the auditorium. She places a gown
on the table when...
A PHONE RINGS
Sandy pulls a cell phone from her pants pocket...looks at
the caller id:
NEW CALLER- RESTRICTED ID
She answers anyway.
(filter – from phone)
Who is this?
What number is this?
Who did you dial?
I think I have the wrong number.
I think you’re right.
CLICK! She hangs up her phone. Sandy sets her phone on
the table, dropping the last gown to the floor below.
The phone RINGS again.
Sandy checks the id – same result.
Sorry about that earlier.
You made a mistake. No big deal.
Apology unnecessary but accepted.
You’re a forgiving girl.
It’s in my nature. I hate to burst your
bubble but I gotta go.
CLICK! The conversation ends. Sandy picks up the dropped
gown, sets it on the table.
INT. AUDITORIUM – NIGHT
A huge room amidst what seems to be a well-populated high
school judging by the size and capacity.
Sandy walks to the back of the stage. She grabs a purse
hanging from a hook, flips off the stage lights.
The phone RINGS again.
What are you doing?
Who is this?
Can’t figure it out, huh?
Am I supposed to?
It shouldn’t be hard.
Then why don’t we forget the formality
and you just tell me?
Do you like scary movies?
DREW! Quit it with the STAB bullshit.
That died out long ago with the last
Oh, I’m sorry. He’s my boyfr...
Why am I telling you this?
Because I think you kinda like me.
I think you’re wrong.
Uh huh. So is there anything I can do
Yes or no...it’s very simple.
Sandy is becoming bored.
Well what is it?
Tell me what you’re doing on that stage.
Sandy turns to face the auditorium.
What did you say?
You heard me.
She walks over to the lights...flips them back on.
Listen I gotta go.
Don’t hang up on me!
CLICK! Sandy hangs up. She checks all around her, turns
to walk off the stage when...
THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN
She pulls out her phone.
Listen to what I say.
Who is this?
Ask your boyfriend Drew. He’ll know.
WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?
It’s not that simple.
You’ve called me four times already
isn’t that enough?
For the others, maybe, but for me,
no way. So who am I?
I already told you I have no idea.
The man’s voice grows menacing...familiar.
CARE TO TAKE A...STAB...SANDY?
He has her full attention. She knows exactly whose voice
If you’re looking for someone else
you haven’t found her so please...
Oh I know, but you’ll do, for now.
Sandy backs up to the main wall of the stage. A sign above
her reads: WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF 2010.
Can you handle that, Sandy?
Suddenly the whole auditorium is shining...the lights have
been flipped on.
Sandy clicks her phone off...running off the stage.
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY
Sandy bursts through the auditorium doors and into a
hallway. Lockers and doors line the walls.
She looks both ways...she’s ALONE.
Sandy turns to her left...trots to an exit.
A PHONE RINGS
It isn’t hers...it is coming from inside a LOCKER.
Sandy slowly walks to the sound. She presses her ear up
against a row of lockers...finding the source.
Sandy grabs the handle...takes a deep breath...pulling open
the locker door to find...
falling to the floor below. It is GINA...covered in her
own blood...throat ripped open from ear to ear...parts of
her ear dangle from torn skin.
A SCREAM erupts from deep inside the abdomen of Sandy.
CLOSE ON her face...pale and sweaty. TEARS flow from her
She turns to run, slipping to the floor on Gina’s blood.
Sandy gathers herself...looks around her...rises to her
feet and runs into the auditorium.
INT. AUDITORIUM – CONTINUOUS
Sandy pulls the door shut...into the auditorium...retrieves
her phone to call 911 when...
THE PHONE RINGS
Sandy jumps into the air...looks at her phone...DREW’S CELL
She answers...shakily brings the phone to her ear...
Drew please help me!
Poor little Gina. Cooperation is
key here. Lucky for you, you have
one more chance. Sidney cooperated
and look what it got her. Fame,
fortune, and stardom.
Sandy scans the auditorium. EMPTY.
No way, this is only the beginning.
Look, I have listened...cooperated.
Just please leave me alone.
The door behind Sandy locks.
She walks down an aisle along the front row of seats.
Give me a reason and I will.
She stands in front of center stage when...
THE LIGHTS GO OUT
The auditorium is dark. Red emergency lights illuminate
the otherwise dark room.
Sandy squeals. CLOSE ON her face...mind racing...plotting.
She crawls on all fours up the center aisle...ducks behind
a row of seats. Her whole face a blubbering mess.
The man’s voice bellows throughout the auditorium.
There’s no use hiding.
Sandy listens into her phone...hears an echo.
I’ll bring you out just like her
She turns her phone off...attentive to the loud speakers.
A FIGURE walks down the aisle.
Sandy holds her breath...hears footsteps.
The FIGURE passes Sandy.
Sandy crawls to her right down the aisle.
(cont’d - deadly)
By the way where is your boyfriend,
Sandy holds steady...still like stone...comfortable with
Maybe he’ll know who I am!
A long silence. And then...
Sandy’s PHONE rings.
She fumbles with her phone...cancels the call.
Sandy crawls further down the aisle...away from her spot.
THE PHONE RINGS.
You found me now what?
Tears still flow from her face. Acting tough but not
hiding her true emotions.
Modern technology, sometimes it
Look you’ve had your fifteen minutes
so please just leave.
Sidney got more...now so do I. It’s
your turn to shine.
A spotlight bangs on...the light shining on Sandy’s face.
Don’t you want to be remembered?
Not like this, please...leave.
Cooperate and I will. Name the killer
in STAB 2?
C’mon. You’ve seen the movies, you
know the game. Who was it?
This is easy.
Sandy clutches her side...clinging to it for protection.
Please...you got what you want. So
just leave. I won’t tell anyone.
Gina wouldn’t play along and look
what happened. She choked on her
own blood. Name the killer in STAB 2?
Forcing the words from her mouth...Godsent...
Loomis, Mrs. Loomis.
Aha...very good. See, I knew you had
it in you.
I answered your question so, please,
Listen bitch, I make the rules around
Fear runs through Sandy’s body...she walks out of the
light...it follows her.
Who is Sidney’s mother?
You know. She is where it began.
I don’t know...I can’t remember. Just
FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!
Tears flow from her face. She staggers to walk out of the
light...it continues to shine on her presence.
You were such a sweet girl. What is
Sandy is stalling...she can’t remember the name.
She has nothing to do with me. Why
are you doing this?
It’s fun. WHAT IS IT?
Sandy’s mind races...thinking...she mumbles...
Speak up. I CAN’T HEAR YOU.
Maureen. It’s Maureen fuckin’ Prescott!
See, it’s a fun game.
Sandy gazes up toward the balcony...looking for
Why can’t I see you huh?
In time Sandy...in time.
If you want fame you won’t get it
Watch your tone. I’m more than that.
Eventually, I’ll be everywhere.
What do you want? A STAB 4? That
trend burned its course years ago.
STAB 4? Please. Remember what I said
about cooperation? But speaking of
fours, there are four main entrances
at the rear of this building.
She eyes the doors.
The man hangs up on the conversation.
The man’s voice EMITS around the auditorium.
Find the unlocked door- you live.
Sandy walks down the row of seats...into the center
aisle...spotlight focused on her.
Cooperation, very simple. Your call!
The spotlight fades out.
She sneaks down the center aisle...reaches into her
purse...pulls out a pencil...raises it like a knife. She
continues down the aisle...stops underneath a balcony.
A sound resonates from the balcony above.
Sandy looks up to the sound when...
Something falls over the side...lands on Sandy.
She falls to the ground squealing. Scurries away from the
object...crawls to it...a JACKET. Sandy stands up holding
the jacket...a Woodsboro High letterman’s jacket...she
reads the lapel.
She looks at the doors when...
The spotlight shines throughout the auditorium...onto the
hung from the rafters...his abdomen cut open...his inside’s
now on the outside...lying on the stage floor...blood runs
in every direction.
SANDY SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER...her soul ripping through her
She turns back to the doors...runs to the last one on the
left...tugs at it...LOCKED. Sprints to the second
one...tugs at it...LOCKED...then the third...LOCKED. She
rushes to the fourth...thinking it will open...tugs on the
handles...it is LOCKED.
Sandy slams her fist against the door frustrated...she
turns back toward her bloody pulp of a boyfriend...tears
running down her face when...
THE FOURTH DOOR SWINGS OPEN...hard, revealing...
The familiar GHOST FACE
rushing her. Sandy sprints down the hallway toward the
stage. The GHOST FACE FIGURE beams at her...chasing her.
Sandy...feet ahead...runs in front of the stage...toward
the side door...she pulls on the door...LOCKED.
She turns behind her...
The FIGURE is gone.
Sandy looks directly down the aisle in front of the
stage...another door rests at the other end...she heads for
it...across the front of the stage...to the door...grabs
the door handle when...
THE FIGURE JUMPS OFF THE STAGE
Sandy stumbles away from the door...drops the pencil,
catches her balance...The FIGURE moves on her, the familiar
hunting knife raised high in the air...Sandy opens the
door...a flash of silver...Sandy is struck, in the
abdomen...knife planted deep into her body...looks down at
her wound...a glazed over look of shock sweeps her face.
The FIGURE pulls out the knife...raises it high...brings it
down toward Sandy...eyes bug eyed...lifts her foot high
into the FIGURE’S chest...reeling the FIGURE to the floor.
Sandy rises...opens the door...hobbles out into a
hallway...looks both ways...heads to her left...sprinting.
She uses every ounce in her body to run towards the exit
fifty feet away...twenty feet...ten feet...five feet. She
pulls open the door when...
A door next to the exit SLAMS open.
Headlights appear through the window of the exit door.
The FIGURE lunges from the door.
EXT. PARKING LOT
A MAN exits a rundown compact car. He is mid forties,
husky...the school’s night janitor.
He walks toward the school.
EXT. EXIT DOOR
Sandy appears from behind the door...notices the man.
EXT. PARKING LOT
The man looks toward the cry for help.
INT. EXIT DOOR
The FIGURE grabs her from the door...slams it shut.
EXT. PARKING LOT
The man fiddles with a set of keys...looks up...NO ONE.
The FIGURE throws Sandy head first into a locker...knocking
her to the ground, in a daze and covered in blood...walks
over to her...stands above her...knife raised...brings it
down...into her forehead...killing her instantly.
The man walks toward the school...headed for the auditorium.
CLOSE ON Sandy...being dragged by her feet...down a school
hallway...a crimson trail is left behind after each and
The man appears inside the back entrance of the
auditorium...walks down the back aisle...towards a breaker
switch...flips it on...looks toward the stage to see...
A BOY AND GIRL HANGING
The man stops in his tracks, startled.
He rushes the stage to find...
DREW and SANDY side by side...hand in hand...forever left a
couple...blood pouring from their bodies...hung from the
rafters...over their own inside’s sprawled on the stage
INT. LIVING ROOM – SAME NIGHT
Part of a young woman’s house. Bright and vibrant. People
dressed in formal attire congregate in the room surrounded
by numerous party decorations. Movie scripts line the
wall, framed. The CAMER PANS across the room to where
now ten years after Sunrise - 30, stands, in front of a
large big screen television. CLOSE ON her face. Sharp and
more radiant than ever. A subtle maturity has grown over
the washed away deteriorated look of a complicated past.
She’s dressed in a beautiful gown, her face sparkling.
She stares at attention listening to...
GALE WEATHERS on television
a little older, although her face looks younger. Brighter,
prettier, her long brown hair flowing off her head. She
shoots a SINCERE smile as she talks. Years of fear, guilt,
manipulation, and fierceness are washed away.
Hollywood is buzzing today, adding
another name to their “A” list, not
for a new actor...but rather a
talented screenwriter. Sidney Prescott,
known to many outside the Hollywood
circuit as the Ghost Face Survivor,
inked a five picture writing deal
today with Dimension Films reportedly
worth over seventeen million dollars...
Although many accredit her sudden
success to surviving the Woodsboro,
Windsor College, and Sunrise Studios
Murders, Prescott has now undoubtedly
made a name for herself amongst the
GALE’S VOICE FADES AWAY
A hand holds the remote to the television. The CAMERA PANS
up to reveal...
smart, now in his late thirties. Looks dapper in his
Everyone at the party shouts the same.
I want to thank everyone for coming.
I hope a quick rise up the ladder
doesn’t mean an even faster fallbut
what can I say?
She looks to Mark. Then over to...
in his early fifties. Looks uncomfortable in his tight
tuxedo but it can’t break away from the look of joy flushed
across his face while looking at Sidney.
I’ve been lucky and I’ve EARNED it.
A round of applause storms her way. She stands sheepishly
for a moment then walks over to her father and boyfriend.
Mark hands her a glass of champagne then kisses her.
Sidney looks over to her dad. He gives her a bear hug.
I’m proud of you honey.
Thanks daddy...I know.
Your mother would be proud.
Sidney looks to the floor, her father’s words of her mother
still hitting home.
You want me to get these people out
of here? Tomorrow’s a busy day.
Not just yet.
A MAN walks up to Sidney, standing between the two men in
He is KYLE SLOAN...
a writer, handsome, late twenties. He struts with the
right amount of confidence. With him is...
an actress, very attractive, curvy, in her late twenties.
Her looks, both facial and attire, light up the room.
Hey Sid. We’re gonna take off.
Yeah, I hate too, but I got an early
Still pulling the sixteen-hour days?
Contract expires in a year.
Then maybe I can get some legitimate
work. So Mark you gonna be reaping
the benefits from Sidney’s new
It’s only fair that the fiancée, and
future husband, should be entitled
to half of the annual gross income.
Sidney nudges him with her elbow.
That better be my agent talking.
Sidney, Mark, Delilah, and Kyle all have a laugh.
Kyle turns to Neil, hand extended.
Neil shakes his hand.
Oh shoot, sorry. Kyle Sloan,
Delilah Reading, meet my father...
Ohhh. How great to finally meet
(shaking Neil’s hand again)
Yes it is. Sidney has told us so
much about you.
Congratulations are in order.
Please...this was all her.
Don’t be so modest...really.
I helped her through Woodsboro.
Since then she’s been a one woman
force busting through the gates
of this town.
We should be going Kyle.
Yeah. Once again nice meeting you.
You too, the both of you.
Still on for eleven Sid?
Yep. Meet me at the lot.
How ‘bout your new office?
Kyle and Delilah make there way out of the room and house.
He turns to Sidney.
Let’s get the rest of these people
out of here. It’s nothing but
parasites and star struck people
from here on out.
Be kind. You never know, the next
Scorcese, Spielberg, or Hanks
could be sitting in this room.
Besides just yesterday I was
one of them...still am...just
with a bigger paycheck.
Nice people. Kyle he’s your...
Script consultant. Helps me retool
any scenes, acts, conclusions that
are requested a rewrite.
Sidney I’ve been meaning to ask you
about this deal. There’s no red tape,
words between the lines, you should
be worried about is there?
Everything was done backed by legal
representation. There is nothing you
should be concerned about.
What is your first assignment?
You haven’t told him yet? Sidney,
c’mon, that part of the deal was
sketched out over a month ago.
Before you say anything let me just
remind you that this was my decision.
I made the choice because I wanted to.
Neil nods at her.
To get my feet wet, the studio asked
me if I would consider penning a new
STAB 3 script.
You said no, right?
I told you honey.
She turns to Mark.
Please...I said yes.
Sidney of all the projects to
accept. How’d this thing get a
They gave me full creative control.
It’s only being made at my discretion.
I’m choosing the director, cast, crew,
you name it. It’s going to be shot
under the highest level of security
I just don’t know. What about the...
the other times? You’re finally
making AND enjoying a life.
I agree with your father Sidney.
Forgive me for saying, but the last
Decade or so hasn’t exactly been
full of ABC Family moments. At
least reconsider...think about it
just a tad longer.
Well I can’t. You’re right Mark,
the last thirteen years were a nightmare,
FOR ME! I lived through those days.
I woke up from the nightmares. I
heard those screams in Woodsboro
and at Windsor just the same as you
and I did right here in this place.
Sidney I didn’t mean...
I know you didn’t, none of them do.
I wanna do this okay. I want to do
this for many reasons. I want Dewey
and his parents to know that Tatum
wasn’t just a sexually deviant,
Paris Hilton acting bimbo. Or
Martha Meeks to know that Randy,
the nicest, sweetest guy, wasn’t
a stain in my life...a puppy at my
beckon call. And most importantly,
that my mother wasn’t the focus of
my blame while Stu Macher, Billy
Loomis, and his mother are forever
immortalized as killers who acted
with justifiable cause.
People know that Sid...two movies,
a couple books...
I WANT TO DO IT FOR MYSELF!
The party begins to empty. People scurry from the heated
conversation going on in the corner.
Neil and Mark look at Sidney, finally understanding.
Finally lower the walls. I’ve
isolated myself from the world
enough. For one time, I want to
sleep through the night without
a knife cutting through my dreams.
Because every time that happens
I wake up feeling the past racing
back into my reality. This is my
chance to actually dictate the
tone of my life and it needs to
Okay...okay. Just keep me updated
Sid...that’s what I want you to
do for me.
She can do that...right honey?
I should get going.
This party sure cleared out fast.
Dad, please understand.
I do. But please, be smart.
Always have been. Still alive right?
Well, you’re a fighter.
You sure you don’t want to spend
the night? The spare room is made
Come on Dad...be our first guest.
Woodsboro isn’t too far. This old
man can make it home.
Neil makes his way to the front door.
Sidney and Mark follow.
Neil opens the door...steps outside.
Sidney kisses him on the cheek.
Call me tomorrow?
Will do. Love you.
Say hello to the folks in Mayberry.
Neil chuckles, heads to his car.
Sidney shuts the door to her abode. An abundant, affluent,
house nestled in the hills of Hollywood.
She locks the door, punches in a security code on a panel
to the left of the door. Turns to Mark...
Look at this mess.
Mark looks around, exhausted.
Leave it for Rosario. She’ll take
care of it in the morning.
Mark walks up a flight of steps.
Sidney walks over to the television remote, places it in
her hand, moves her finger to the off button. She changes
her mind, turns up the volume.
Continues breaking the news on her own entertainment
Sidney listens to Gale on the television.
Sweetie. Come to bed.
Just a sec.
She looks back at the television, smiles at it almost as if
she thinks Gale can see her.
Sidney places the remote on top of the set, walks to the
stairs. She glances back at the t.v. then makes her way up
INT. SIDNEY’S BEDROOM – MORNING
A massive room, bright and cheery. Pictures line the walls
and lie on the furniture...people from her past...loved
ones...make up the separate photos. The CAMERA pans past a
computer desk, scripts scatter themselves across it, to
lying in bed...on her back. Her face shows a brighter
life...even in her sleep. She lies comfortably when...
HER ALARM CLOCK BLASTS from the nightstand loud enough to
break glass. Sidney shoots up.
CLICK. With instant reflex Sidney shuts off the alarm. She
rolls out of bed.
Birds outside chirp...heard through her open window.
Sidney struts her way over to the window...the sun shining
bright on a gorgeous California day. She pans down to her
yard, enjoying the lush scenery.
INT. PRODUCTION OFFICE – MORNING
Large and expensive. Movie posters line the wall...awards
sit on a big oak desk...a leather chair behind it. The
chair spins around to reveal...
Brute, early fifties, dressed in an Armani suit. Carries
himself with a mass amount of charisma. Uses every
opportunity available to let people know he runs the show.
He is carrying on a conversation via telephone. He looks
over a script.
Ever since we bought the rights last
month production has been on the
He is speaking with another studio executive.
(filter – through phone)
Everything’s running smooth. No loose
ends need to be tied up?
It’s fine. With her name attached to
this project I see nothing but dollar
She’s adjusted to the situation?
Looking over the first draft right now.
Isn’t half bad. Better than the
regurgitated bullshit Sunrise was
throwing at the audience.
I need a final draft soon. I want this
to make a Christmas release. Understand?
Then maybe this bullshit torture porn
trend will die off along with Roth’s career.
Of course. She’s meeting with her
consultant this morning. Should have
the second draft by lunch.
The door to his office OPENS revealing KYLE.
He seems preoccupied and agitated.
(cont’d – into phone)
Owen, there’s something I need to
talk to you about.
Around here we knock before entering.
Let’s try that again.
Kyle gives him a look, realizing his remark is for real.
He walks out the door, then...
Owen this is serious...just five
minutes. That’s all I ask.
Can’t you see I’m on the phone. Make
an appointment with Ginny.
It can’t wait.
Yes it can...already is.
Owen shoos him away. Kyle exits the room.
Who was that?
One of the P A’s. Thinks he’s the next
Bertino. Listen we need to push this
as fast as possible before it runs
Kyle stands with his back against the office door...pauses
slightly...speed walks down the hallway...out of sight.
INT. SITTING ROOM – MORNING
Small and cluttered. Posters of popular bands...Abercrombie
& Fitch male models line the walls, as well as beer
posters. A typical college house right down to the empty
TWO GIRLS, around 20, shoot the breeze.
Still leaving tomorrow?
Tonight, right after my last final.
Girl #1 is SYD GREEN...
Smart, into her studies. The other is TONYA...less
exuberant about school but still enrolled none the less.
Green dulls over notes for a little last minute cramming.
Still studying? You’re gonna give
yourself an aneurysm. What class
is this shit for anyway?
Why bother then? Just keep a
feminist perch and you’ll get along
fine. Who’s your professor?
Yep, GREEN...easy “A”.
The PHONE rings.
Wait one sec.
She picks up a portable lying next to her.
She listens for a moment.
I better get my ass in gear.
Hold on...You be careful.
Tonya heads for the front door.
Please stop acting maternal for
just one second.
Call me when you get in.
Green slyly smiles at her friend.
Ta ta Syd.
Green shuts the door after Tonya exits. Walks over to the
sitting room, her mind back into the conversation.
Sorry ‘bout that Dean?
A BOY’S VOICE, from the phone, replies...
You about ready?
Actually I’m running late. Do you
mind if I meet you in front of
No problem...listen dress nice. Since
this is our last final we’re meeting
people out after. One last hoorah
sorta speak you know, Green?
Yeah...whatever. See you soon.
CLICK. The conversation ends.
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – MOMENTS LATER
A door opens revealing...GREEN. Looking fresh right out of
the bathroom. She walks down the hall and into her
bedroom. She grabs a backpack off of her bed...zips down
the hall...to the stairs...skipping down them. She heads
for her front door when...
THE PHONE RINGS
Dean I’m on my way...
(filter – from phone)
IT’S HIM. THE VOICE THAT SO EERILY STALKED SANDY.
Hi. Haven’t been called that in a
while. Who is this?
Don’t you recognize my voice?
She contemplates, trying to place the voice to a face.
No, not really.
That’s a shame. Most people do.
Are you looking for someone?
Already found ‘em.
Green begins to play along...thinks it is a joke.
Do I know you?
Depends on who you think I am.
I have no idea.
Take a guess.
I’m not good on guessing. I stick
to the facts. Scientology major.
Tell that to my parents. Look none
of my roommates are here so call
A SHORT PAUSE
Scientology, that’s lucrative. I
would have pegged you for- Women’s
Green’s eyes light up...suspicious. Could it really be or
is it coincidental...
She walks toward the front door.
I have a final in like five minutes.
I don’t have time for this.
She reaches her hand for the doorknob...
I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
Green, alarmed...looks out the windows, doors...hoping to
catch a glimpse of someone.
You look pretty in that outfit. You
remind me of someone.
Hoping to keep the voice at bay...hearing for it...
Not just yet. I’ll see you soon.
CLICK! Green hears nothing but a dial tone. She throws the
phone down...walks backward towards her kitchen.
A pounding comes from her front door.
Green JUMPS startled...catching her breath...she musters...
The pounding rocks even louder through her ears.
She is definitely scared...heart racing. Beads of sweat
run down her face.
She continues through her kitchen...glancing back at a door
along the far wall...to the outside...IT’S OPEN!
She glances into the sitting room...
A FIGURE RUNS along the windows from outside.
She scurries, backward, to the door...swings around, runs
out the door. She bumps head on into...
In her backyard. He drops a hand full of books.
GREEN SCREAMS. She is obviously shaken then...a feeling of
relief sweeps over her body.
Was that you?
The boy, DEAN KINCAID
very handsome, charming, around 21. The star athlete/jock,
big man on campus type.
I knocked, you didn’t answer.
Jesus Dean, you scared me.
Sorry. We better hurry...it’s
Green bends down picking up the dropped books that landed
in the grass.
Dean surveys the inside of Green’s house...shuts the
door...meets her in the yard...THEIR OFF.
INT. KITCHEN – MORNING
The sounds of breakfast being made. Bacon sizzles. The
fresh aroma of coffee in the air.
Sidney rounds the corner into her modern kitchen. Stares
at work...flipping over bacon.
You should have waked me?
You looked tired. Besides it’s only
ten...still early. Have some bacon.
He sets a plate piled high with bacon, eggs, and toast on
the kitchen table. He motions for her to sit.
She walks up to him burying her head in his chest. She
stares at him.
Why does it always have to be
I don’t know. Ever since I paid
off that girl in high school I
guess I have always been worried
I’d be abandoned.
Not a chance.
She backs away from him...looks past him...out the window,
Whose car is that out front?
The one in the...
The doorbell rings.
Sidney heads for the front door, opens it revealing...
his ever present baby face still leaving his age
unaccountable. He looks sharp. Still grinning his big
grin, his right arm still a bit incapacitated.
He looks at Sid.
Sidney’s face is in full bloom. A smile shoots from ear to
She gives him a huge hug.
What are you doing here? You weren’t
supposed to be in town for a
little over a month now.
I couldn’t wait. Gale got an early
hiatus so we were on the next plane.
Sid, who is it?
See for yourself!
Mark peaks out of the kitchen. Spots Dewey, grins.
Mark walks over to him, shakes his hand. A SLIGHT PAUSE
then...pulls Dewey in for a hug.
Where’s the Mrs.?
Stupid bitch! If that airhead at
car rental even charges us for...
She appears at the open doorway...still quick to fits.
Smiling, she stares at Sidney.
We had a fender bender on our way
Gale shakes off her mood. She walks to Sidney, gives her a
hug, now as friends.
Good to see you Sidney. It has
been a while.
Let’s see the rock.
Gale pulls Sidney’s left hand to her...stares at an
engagement ring on her finger.
24 karat...that a boy.
Mark kisses gale on her cheek. He’s still becoming
comfortable with her cunning/witty personality.
Riley...Weathers is only for my
Come in and sit down.
Need help with your bags?
It can wait.
The four head over to some couches, recliners...in the
When’s the big day?
Tentative, for now.
I’m gonna be busy for the next
year or so. We want it to be right.
Take our time, you know.
That reminds me...I want to thank
you for allowing me to break the
news, we had huge numbers last night.
You’re still on people’s minds.
At least this time by choice.
Which brings me to this.
Gale leans forward...eyeing Sidney...PAUSES.
What is she talking about?
I have no idea. Gale.
The network wants to feature you.
They’ve done studies, crunched the
numbers. You are still a big draw.
Sidney looks at Gale...shock.
Are you serious?
Apparently America wants more of
your story. The network said it’s
about you in the now, not the past.
You know me Gale. Now I don’t mind
being out there, but that kind of
exposure. You know me and cameras.
Dewey and Mark glance at each other...unsure how to react
to the situation.
Of course the past we will be
brought up, but c’mon, think about
it. Small town girl beats the odds
three times over and hits the
Hollywood A list. People will be
lining up around the block to see
one of your movies.
You remember when Cotton brought
up Diane Sawyer?
Gale I don’t think I can...
They want to put it up against CSI
and that whiney doctor show for Christ’s
sake. It’s a gold mine for you...
And myself, of course.
Sidney ponders...considering the idea.
Gale do you realize what you are
asking her to...
At my disclosure?
Maybe, MAYBE, I’ll think about it.
Gale beams a smile. She sports her trademark pearly whites
that could land planes.
To this day you still surprise me.
The Phone RINGS.
Mark walks over to a PHONE resting on a table by the couch.
Sidney. It’s Kyle.
Sidney walks over to Mark, pries the phone from his hand.
Mark walks over to rejoin the Riley’s.
Hey Kyle, what’s up?
Sidney’s face turns from bright to sullen. She sets down
the phone...walks to the living room. She grabs the remote
and flips on the television.
The other three follow her every move.
A FEMALE REPORTER
fresh faced, serious...stands in front of Woodsboro High
School. A crowd gathers behind her. Police, news
After finally making its way back
on its on feet, the unthinkable has
happened once again. The small
town of Woodsboro, California is
once again in shock after the
discovery of three brutally
murdered teenagers in the auditorium
behind me here at Woodsboro High
School late last night. The victim’s
Gina Wilson, Drew Roberts, and
Sandy Peterson, all Woodsboro seniors,
were making last minute preparations
for their OWN high school graduation
scheduled to take place early this
Gale and Dewey bolt out of their seats...focused on the
Mark makes his way over to Sidney...she pushes him away.
The Woodsboro County Sheriff’s
Department has yet to issue a
statement, but the overflow of
fear in this town speaks for
itself. With no named suspects,
a citywide curfew is expected
Mark flips off the television.
Dewey looks at Sidney...visibly shaken.
Sidney closes her eyes...memories rushing to the front of
This can’t be happening.
Mark walks toward the telephone.
I’ll cancel your eleven with Kyle.
Sid you saw for yourself, now I
think you should be rational and
lay low for the day.
She shakes her head no.
Listen to him Sid.
At least work at home. Tell ‘em its
because we came into to town...
anything...Mark’s right Sidney.
EXT. WINDSOR COLLEGE – NIGHT – ESTABLISHING
The same lush, attractive campus Sidney Prescott left after
only two years.
INT. BAR – NIGHT
A hip/happening sort of place. Definitely has a college
atmosphere. Smoky, rundown, loud, but full of life.
Green, Dean, and...
attractive, alluring, no more than 21. A real eye
all congregate in a booth towards the rear of the building,
sipping beers, listening to music...enjoying each others
It was so strange. And you can honestly,
without a doubt say that wasn’t you?
I swear. Scouts honor.
It was probably just a prank. Someone
having a laugh. No one’s trying to
URBAN LEGEND your ass.
URBAN LEGEND, is that like SAW?
It’s a nineties, low quality, reiterated,
horror movie suck fest. It screams
with triteness. So yes, they both suck.
He doesn’t mix well with lowbrow
Green, I was thinking, maybe sometime
in July I could make my way up to
Cleveland. Mingle with the Midwest
Time is tight. I start my internship
Monday...sixteen weeks of redundant,
depression inducing, agonizing, grunt
work. To top it all of with an
added incentive, NO PAY.
Yikes. What are you doing for the
No plans, no cares...I’ll probably
end up working in my father’s law
office all summer.
HAH! Tomorrow I will be on my way
to fun in the sun.
L.A. My brother still calls it home
sweet home. Beaches, bars, bitches.
The three b’s.
He looks at Green...
Christy glances down at her watch...
Shit...I gotta go.
It’s still early. We have a whole
night dedicated to the life
affirming, knowledge obtaining
culmination of the four years we
spent here at Windsor.
I’ve graduated. Besides, we’ll all
be back in the fall for grad school
so keep the emotions caged.
Christy rises to her feet, slides out of her end of the
Green rises...hugging her.
Be careful. Wake me before you leave.
Please, not the time for acting maternal.
She gives Green one last hug, turn’s away, heads for the
We should really be going too.
What about the thought provoking
facts I just laid on Christy?
They were really moving and apparently
very sincere, but you got an early
flight and I have a four-hour drive
first thing in the morning. I don’t
want to binge tonight and then have to
fight it with individual packets of
ALEVE in the morning.
Fine! Let me drain it real quick.
He slides out of the booth, heads into the lavatory.
Green rests herself back into the booth...waits patiently.
She nurses a final beer when...
HER PHONE RINGS
Green flips it out of her purse, answering...
The MAN’S VOICE roars into her ear.
(filter – from phone)
Nice date. Now why would he leave
you alone like that?
Green darts out of her seat, looks around the
bar...searching for someone with a cell phone.
People all over the bar use the convenience of today’s
technology, holding numerous conversations.
She backs away from the table.
Where are you?
You tell me.
You’re here, am I close?
Closer than you think.
Green backs into a...
Placed on a statuette face of the university mascot.
GREEN SQUEALS...startling herself. She walks by, around,
near...people with cell phones...eavesdropping on
What are you trying to do here?
This place is almost to capacity.
Making a name for myself.
You’ve left an impression on me
so mission accomplished.
Have you ever seen a dead body?
She spots a BOY, on a phone...pulls him around, facing
What do you need? I get X, speed,
grass...name your price.
She waves off the boy’s offer.
(to the boy)
Sorry, no thanks.
Blood pouring from open wounds. Scar
tissue scattered all about. Some call
it an art. I call it my life.
And some call it murder.
She taps a GIRL on the shoulder...
The girl turns to Green.
Can I help you?
Green swallows her fear, determined...
(mouthing the words)
I need help. Someone is stalking me.
Someone is harassing...
The man interrupts...
STOP RIGHT THERE!
Green moves to the right...leans against the wall. The
whole bar, top to bottom, left to right...in her sight.
(cont’d - deadly)
Don’t even dare. You try anything
like that again and I’ll shove this
knife so far into your stomach my
hand will come out your back.
Tears swell in her eyes.
Please. Why are you doing this?
Don’t you know where you are, who
has been here?
I don’t understand.
Think about it, Green! Or should I
Sudden recognition devours her thoughts...she contemplates.
So there’s a similarity. I can’t
help it. Please I beg of you don’t.
So is there a BATHROOM around here!?
The MAN sends a round of malicious laughter through the
phone...striking her ear.
Be right back!
CLICK! The man hangs up.
Green rushes from the wall, to the men’s room...barrels her
way through the door.
INT. MEN’S BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Small and decrepit. Three closed stalls line one wall
facing a large mirror and two sinks. GREEN enters.
She pushes the stalls one by one, unsuccessful...they won’t
She bends down on the ground and scans beneath the stalls,
looking for feet. No one. Nothing.
She rises to her feet...here’s a whisper. Once gain she
bends down, scans beneath when...
TWO FEET step down from a toilet onto the floor in the last
stall. Green’s face draws tight, focused on the
feet...steps back as the stall door begins to CREAK open.
She bolts for the bathroom door...opens it to find...
Standing tall behind it.
Green SCREAMS. Stops, looking back at the stall.
TWO MORE FEET step off the toilet, the door swings open. A
BOY and GIRL, a couple, step from beyond. Their hair
messed up, clothes wrinkled...obviously fooling around.
Green, her face a mess, stares up at Dean. She looks like
she’s met the devil himself.
She breathes heavily...fear and relief mixing up her
Let’s get you out of here.
No! We leave he’ll find us. Go to
the bar and have them call the police.
By the time they arrive here he’ll
be gone and they’ll never find us.
What the hell do we do then?
She looks back at the horny couple. The two lovebirds make
out, very heatedly...ignoring the happenings by the door.
We’ll call them from your house.
She looks up at him, follows his lead...head through the
bar and out the door.
EXT. STREET – SECONDS LATER
They make their way down a residential street. Most of the
houses empty being that school is now over. They strut
down the sidewalk...past the side of the bar.
Dean pulls Green by the arm...forcing her to move at his
They cross the street...along the side of a house, into the
Trees and shrubs cover the area.
They run through the yard...past another house...across
They head toward a house...stopping.
EXT. FRONT DOOR – CONTINUOUS
Green fiddles with a set of keys...dropping them to the
She grabs them from the ground...puts a key in the front
lock...opens the door.
INT. GREEN’S HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
They head into the house...she locks the door.
I’ll check on Christy.
He runs up the stairs.
Green watches Dean make his way up the steps...looking at
him...questions interfering her thoughts...
Dean stops halfway up...
Green, the cops.
She nods yes.
He heads up the stairs, Green to the phone...suddenly...
Green answers, places the phone to her ear.
Not very smart. I guess your names
are the only similarity.
Who are you?
You should really get to know the
people you associate with. I’LL
WAKE YOU IN THE MORNING!
Green throws the phone to the floor. She looks around the
GREEN HELP ME!
Green moves her head up toward the ceiling...to her friends
She moves to the steps...contemplating...
She runs up the steps...around the corner...to a closed
door. She opens it. No one. Nothing.
The door behind her opens, reveals...
Hand reaching out to Green. Sweat pours from her
face...blood from her mouth...her clothes and body stained
in her own blood.
Christy falls to the ground...very much dead.
Green leans against the wall...near the bathroom. Tears
flow from her face.
DEAN. DEAN WHERE ARE YOU?
She pulls her cell phone out of her pocket, dials...then...
THE BATHROOM DOOR SWINGS OPEN
THE GHOSTFACE FIGURE storms out...knife raised...swings at
Green...she ducks, dropping the phone...the knife buzzing
over her head...sticking into the wall.
Green runs by the FIGURE...down the stairs.
The FIGURE follows in pursuit.
Green runs through the house...the sitting room...the
kitchen. She opens the back door...runs down the steps...
She looks behind her. NO ONE. She looks through the
backyard...all around her...she looks back toward the
(cont’d – o.c.)
GREEN WHERE ARE YOU?
Green looks all around her...again...hoping to find her
behind the back of her house.
(cont’d – o.c.)
She moves to the side of the house...looking in windows.
The FIGURE searches for her in the kitchen. She darts
toward the front yard.
(cont’d – o.c.)
EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE
Green whizzes along the side of the house...looks
She turns forward, focusing on the house across the
A noise resonates from her backyard. She turns back to
look...no one. Not a soul. She moves to the front yard
The FIGURE jumps at her from the front porch...knocking her
to the ground. She scrambles to her feet...moves a
beat...the FIGURE darting for her...catching her...grabs
her by the throat...slitting it from ear to ear.
The FIGURE throws Green’s lifeless body to the
ground...staring back at a job done. The FIGURE wipes a
hand across the blade...cleaning the knife...walks back
into the house.
EXT. SUNSET BOULEVARD – DAY
The normal happenings of a Friday morning in the heart of
Hollywood except for the...newsvans, cameramen, reporters
aplenty, waiting outside the offices of DIMENSION FILMS.
Although the film is still in
production, many involved in the
industry have expressed concern
over the possible reoccurrence of
the events that took place 10
years ago at the nearby Sunrise
Studios. TWC representatives
have yet to issue a statement...
Many place blame on Sidney Prescott’s
involvement as a key reason for
the tragedy that took place only
two days ago in Woodsboro, Calif...
...With several actors backing out of
the project, speculators believe it is
only a matter of time before the film
is vaulted indefinitely...
EXT. DIMENSION LOT – DAY – ESTABLISHING
The studio lot is full. Production assistants, lighting
crews, extras, run through the lot. Sound stages rest on
either side of a narrow road that runs down the middle.
DEWEY’S RENTED SUV makes its way down the strip.
EXT. DEWEY’S CAR – DAY
Dewey’s vehicle turns into a parking space labeled SIDNEY
DEWEY exits from the drivers seat, GALE the passengers
seat, MARK and SIDNEY from the back.
They huddle around each other at the rear of the vehicle.
This is a blast from the past.
I hate Brendan Frasier.
Where’s your office?
Just up those steps. Near the
Sidney I still think you should wait
until after the weekend before
delving back into...
Sid looks at her beau...fuming. She walks away. Dewey
Mark looks over at Gale...
You don’t get it do you?
Do you even realize what she has
I was right there with her, you,
the last time Gale. Don’t lay your
condescending bullshit on me.
Quit being a fucking martyr!
She has Mark’s full attention.
God Kincaid, don’t you have any
inkling as to why she is making
herself do this? Besides Dewey
and I, the only person she can
relate to about this is God dam
Jamie Lee Curtis. But that was
in a few movies...this is her
I’m well aware of that Gale but...
No I don’t think you are. I know
she’s explained this to you, she
told me so. This one last chance
at redemption for her is all she
I know it is...
Gale cuts him off again, grating him.
Every person in her life has died!
That’s quite a lot of weight to
have placed on one’s shoulders.
Mark finally listens...understanding.
I just want her to understand she
is not alone.
Then support her or at least pretend
to. She’s not stupid Mark. She knows
what you’re thinking. Besides, she
is stronger than you think.
Gale rubs the side of her face, reflecting on the past...
I should know.
EXT. OFFICE ENTRANCE
Sidney and Dewey walk side by side toward a flight of
stairs. She places her foot on the first step...
Who’d you fuck to get that contract?
Sid turns around to see...
rugged, mid thirties. She stands tough, arms at her side.
A constant look of jealousy, insecurity, across her face.
Paige Monroe. Wrote STAB 2.
That’s her. I always pictured her
Thinks I’m a hack.
Paige walks up to Sidney.
I defined those characters for you.
My signature should be on that
dotted line. You better give me
Consult my lawyers Paige.
Plan to, already spoke with mine.
Than there’s nothing you should
Stay out of this huckleberry.
The name’s Dwight Ri...
I know who you are gimpy.
GALE AND MARK
standing by Dewey’s car.
Where did she go anyway?
They look over to the steps, spotting SIDNEY. They move
They make their way closer to her when...
Moves toward them, walking past the two.
Mark keeps walking, Gale stops, glaring back toward the
The man turns around. It is...
tall, ordinary. Years have passed but he looks and dresses
the same. He looks back at Gale...
Well well well.
He walks over to her.
She reaches her hand out for him to shake.
We went together through hell and
back, you give me a hug now.
You’re working here?
Hoping my involvement at Windsor
will get me on STAB 3. What about
you? As I see it your still cunning
your way past security.
Actually I’m with Sidney.
Sidney? Prescott? STAB 3 Sidney?
She nods at him.
Crazy little white girl Sidney? The
one that mangled your face...twice?
Yeah, I’ve been meaning to get that
tape from you.
Uh uh, blackmail may come in handy
for me some day.
We used to be a team Joel. Plus you
might need me. Sidney’s scribing
listening impatiently to Paige’s remarks.
I know your past is the innovation
for this here film, but your
creativity is for shit.
Thanks for your support.
Quit the innocent, sweet, façade you
so desperately overplay. People
will eventually come to terms with
who you are you manipulative little
Shouldn’t you be writing that new script
for Uwe Boll or something?
Actually I moved on from HORROR.
I was hired to write something great.
Oh yeah, what?
It just happens to be the next film
Matthew McCoughnahey. is already
attached to star in...GUY GETS GIRL.
Sid looks over at Dewey, both suppressing laughter.
Sounds like a real box office draw.
Paige swells with anger.
You don’t say. Maybe I should get
attacked by ghost face. Then it’s
only a matter of time before the
offers come pouring in.
Is that what you really think?
Absolutely. If it wasn’t for her
real life TERMINATOR experiences she
wouldn’t be standing here having
this conversation. Definitely not
worth three million to churn out
100 pages of nauseating, narcolepsy
I don’t have time for this. I have
contractual obligations to uphold.
Sidney turns back toward the stairs, her back to Paige.
Paige follows behind...
Hell, none of this would be in
existence if it wasn’t for that
SLUT mother of yours.
In a blind, unexpected instant, Sidney brings her fist
forward, SMASHING it hard into Paige’s face. The impact
sends Paige reeling backwards, tumbling to the pavement
YOU STUPID BITCH!
CLOSE ON SIDNEY...breathing heavily...a familiar look of
satisfaction sweeps across her face.
GALE AND JOEL
They hear Sidney grunt, punching Paige. Gale looks back at
Now why couldn’t you get THAT
Gale, smiling, heads for Sidney.
(shaking his head)
I hope I like the script.
Joel follows behind Gale.
Paige rises to her feet glaring back at Sidney who is being
held back by Dewey. Paige cocks her arm back...
GALE runs interference for Sidney.
Stop right there. Don’t even try
to lay a finger on her!
Paige’s eyes pierce at Gale. Gale looks right back at her
completely undaunted. Paige moves past Gale, stops near
Better hire Cochran, Sidney.
Sidney watches Paige walk away, up the steps, and into the
Paige opens the door to the building and walks inside.
She’s a bit imbalanced.
To say the least.
Who are you?
Joel Jones meet Mark Kincaid,
They shake hands.
I’ve seen you before haven’t I?
I was Gale’s cameraman for a short
while. Was involved at Windsor.
What brings you here Joel?
I was hoping to meet with Sidney?
I was hoping you wouldn’t mind using
your newly found success to begin
what many involved in this business
so avidly support...NEPOTISM. I could
use some work and I wouldn’t let you
I can get you an interview with the
producers, for now. I can try and
pull some strings after they get a
first impression of you.
Sid I’m gonna go check out the sets.
See how accurate they are. Maybe they
have my old office done. Wanna come?
No I better get inside and find Kyle.
Mark walks off toward the front of the lot.
Be right back.
Don’t say that!
When does the shoot commence?
When I turn in the final draft, so...
Exactly. Joel I can take you in today
if you’re up to it.
Yeah, lead the way.
The four, Gale, Dewey, Sidney, and Joel move to the steps
that climb to the offices above...WHEN...
A PHONE RINGS
It is Sid’s cell.
She answers the phone...
(cont’d – into phone)
(filter – through phone)
IT’S HIM...the voice that is always in her dreams,
nightmares...etched in her mind.
It’s nice to see you all together,
again, for one last time!
Sidney focuses on the voice...not the slightest bit shaken.
What do you want?
The group watches her closely.
Who is it Sid?
I think it’s time you are let in
on a little secret.
Oh yeah. Then why don’t we cut out
the middle, huh? Save ourselves some
time and energy. So let’s get on with
it. Tell me who you are, your motive,
so I can just fucking kill you already.
Because frankly- I don’t give a damn.
Gale and Dewey know whom she is talking with, Joel
Your tough Sid. But this way the game
is more fun, more satisfying.
Is that all you have? Your nothing but
a carbon copy...a nothing.
Don’t piss me off child. I remain in
control. Those ARE the rules!
Is he here? Can he see us?
They look around, Sidney focused on the phone.
Look, are you done? I have some things
I need to get to.
Just getting started.
Don’t you ever wonder Sidney? If all
the secrets have been revealed.
Well you should.
LISTEN GHOSTFACE! I’ve survived worse
than you. You think you may be in
control now but so did the others.
They didn’t have what I do. I have
your life in the palm of my hand...
they made you...I end you. Gale,
Dewey, they can’t help you. Not
even your FATHER can help you.
BECAUSE OF ME YOU’RE GOING TO DIE!
Oh so crude. Didn’t your mother
ever teach you some manners?
Oh, I forgot- she was too busy being
a one woman brothel.
Sidney falters a bit at the remark, old memories storming
Who are you?
Your fate...your god. Roman’s
CLICK! Sidney hangs up the phone.
What did he say?
You okay Sid?
Let’s get out of here...
THE PHONE RINGS...AGAIN
Sidney is losing her hold on the situation.
That’s not how it works.
I’m here, now what?
Believe me, you’ll find out soon
enough- I PROMISE!
CLICK! The man hangs up.
We’ll find him Sid.
Some tears build in Sid’s eyes.
I can’t do this again Dewey.
Then skip town, leave the country...
Why did I get myself into this?
A PHONE RINGS
It’s Gale’s cellular...she pulls it from her pocket.
Don’t think you’re in the clear.
(to the others)
You won’t run will you?
Who the fuck are you?
C’mon Miss Weathers. You know how
it works. You’re a reporter, don’t
agonize me with stupid questions.
Then show yourself.
I thought so you pussy.
WATCH YOUR MOUTH GALE. YOU KEEP
THAT UP AND I’LL BRAIN FUCK YOU
WITH 12 INCHES OF COLD, SHARP,
The man roars in laughter...
Gale becomes frazzled...not sure how to respond.
Your nothing but my bitch! Say hello
to Dewey for me.
CLICK! The man ends it with that...
Sid’s PHONE rings...
Quit hiding behind that voice...
A familiar voice interrupts her...
(filter – from phone)
Sid your late, where are you?
Her mind still focused on before...
Come on up...it’s very urgent.
Sid puts the phone away...
Was it him?
She turns to Dewey, looking straight into his eyes.
I’m here Sid.
She nods at him then heads upstairs.
The rest follow behind.
The gang moves through the executive wing of the building.
Doors line both sides of the wide hallway. Movies posters
and other movie memorabilia fill in the empty spots along
the wall. Sid opens a door to her...
INT. SIDNEY’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
A huge room, almost too big. A large oak desk rests on
side wall. A very expensive, the latest, computer rests on
top of the desk, as well as the picture of Sid and her mom
taken so long ago. On one of the walls numerous pictures
make a collage, almost a memorial, to all her friends that
she has lost in years past.
Sidney walks over to the desk, sits down...gazes at the
picture of her and her mother.
Jesus Sidney. They’ve set you
up pretty nicely.
Sid we should call the police.
For what Dewey? What can they do?
Besides trace the call only to find
it was made from a cloned cell phone.
Well at least let them know that the
killings in Woodsboro are definitely
linked to you.
The door to the office opens. KYLE enters.
I’ll have the second draft done by
the end of the day. Tell ‘em to take
It’s more than that.
What are you talking about?
There’s been another murder.
Sidney stands right up, full attention to Kyle.
Sid knows right away that this a message...for her. She
Suddenly Sidney rips everything off her desk to the floor
below. The desk lies empty, save for the computer still
lying on top.
THAT SON OF A BITCH!
Gale, Joel, Kyle, and Dewey all get taken aback. They
stand there, mouths to the floor, in shock.
Sid regains her composure.
Why? Why again, now, to me?
It’s okay Sid. Let off the steam.
Sidney...look at me.
She walks over to Sidney, places her hands on Sid’s
You can beat this. All right. He won’t
get to you.
Why do you guys even stick around?
Just knowing me places you on death
Relax Sid. I already called the police.
They said they’d be here soon.
Kyle turns to Gale, stares at her.
Holy shit...you’re Gale Weathers.
Yeah, and you’re not.
What an honor to meet you. I’m Kyle
Sloan, Sidney’s consultant.
Kyle is acting like a schoolboy meeting his favorite,
Jesus, relax. You’re about to wet
Sorry, will you come with me?
I have something funny to show you.
Kyle grabs her by the arm and pulls her, reluctantly, with
him out of Sidney’s Office.
Owen enters the office.
You okay Sidney? I heard about
He called her.
That’s it I’m delaying the film.
Sidney moves to Owen.
No you are not. I am not letting that
happen. I will have the second draft
to you in a few hours.
She nods yes.
Okay. Give it to me tomorrow. I am
heading home and clearing out the
office. So it will be you and your
friends. Is that all right with you?
We should only be here an hour or two.
It’s fine, really.
See you tomorrow...gentlemen.
He heads to the door and out the office.
Gale and Kyle walk down the end off the main hallway.
Your gonna love this.
What is this a...
She stops in mid sentence, focused on two female voices in
a room at the end of the hall...
I AM Gale Weathers.
This is how I see it I’ve got no house,
no bodyguard, no movie, and I’m being
stalked- because someone wants to kill
me, no, because someone wants to kill
you- so now, starting now, I go where
you go. That way if someone wants to kill
me I’ll be with you and since they really
want to kill you they won’t kill me,
they’ll kill you. Make sense?
Gale and Kyle enter...
INT. CASTING OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
The two voices are coming from two women sitting on a couch
at the back of the office. Voice 1 is coming from
DELILAH...Voice 2 is coming from a WOMAN, ditzy, early
thirties...This is SAMANTHA BARNES.
You’re kidding right?
Delilah, Samantha. It’s her...you.
Delilah and Samantha stand up at attention to Gale like
people do for the president. They are both holding STAB 3
Oh my God the real Gale Weathers.
Real from top to bottom.
(cont’d – from script)
“Real from top to bottom”, page 32.
Hey, forget her. I’m Delilah, Kyle’s
girlfriend. I am playing you in STAB 3.
AND I’m playing you in SLICE 3.
It’s the movie within the movie...
(pointing to Delilah)
So you’re me and...
(pointing to Samantha)
Playing Jennifer who’s playing you
in SLICE 3 but who really played you
in STAB and STAB 2.
Sid why are you making this shit?
(cutting her off)
Stay for one run through.
INT. SIDNEY’S OFFICE
Sidney stands behind her desk looking at the mess she
created on the floor. Dewey and Joel are across the room
looking at the pictures on her wall. Dewey spots a photo
of Tatum and Sidney. A sullen looks glazes his face.
She’s a looker. She single?
What it’s just a question? I was just
complimenting her look, I don’t see...
SHIT. Joel has no idea what to say.
Sidney bends to the ground picking up the self-induced mess
she made on the floor. Dewey walks to her, bends down next
Thanks Dewey but could you guys give
me like an hour or so to get this
cleaned up? Plus I need to finish that
Yeah. Joel let’s get Gale. Maybe we
can find some coffee around here.
Let’s do it.
They walk to the door.
Call my cell if you need anything Sid.
He looks back at her...she forces a smile.
Dewey and Joel leave.
INT. CASTING OFFICE
Gale is listening to Delilah and Samantha rehearsing their
lines. She glances at her watch, bored.
After two films I feel like I am
in your mind.
Well that would explain my constant
Dewey and Joel enter the office.
GALE, DELILAH, and SAMANTHA
He looks at the other two, then at Gale. Gale looks back
at Samantha and Delilah staring into them, wondering if
they really are as stupid as they sound.
Sid’s finishing up her script so we
have an hour to burn.
I can show you guys around if you want.
Fine, whatever, just keep me away from
twit number two.
That’s enough for today Samantha.
I want to go too.
DELILAH and GALE
They both calm themselves.
We can run the lines tomorrow.
Sidney’s friends move to the office door. Samantha stands
alone, rejected. She walks over to a desk, grabs a purse,
and looks back at the group leaving her behind.
INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
Dewey, Gale, Kyle, Joel, and Delilah walk down the main
executive hallway. They move down the hall and out an exit.
EXT. DIMENSION LOT – SUNDOWN
The party of five enters the main lot. They are surrounded
by the sound stages. Most of the crew gone after a days
Most of the sets are finished.
I can’t believe in two weeks I will
actually be working on a real Dimension
Beats syndication, huh baby?
Where are the sets for STAB 3?
Near the front of the lot.
Let’s check ‘em out.
See the accuracy.
That’s right, you were a technical
advisor for the original STAB 3.
You can say that.
A CELLULAR RINGS...KYLE’S...he answers.
Did you try opening the file
on your desktop?
Try the computer across the hall.
Okay. Yeah. I’ll be right up.
He hangs up.
There’s a glitch on one of the
computers. Meet me on the set.
He moves out of their view and into the building from the
Gale wanna see the SCRUBS set?
I didn’t know they filmed here.
After they signed their last contract
the previous studio couldn’t recoop
the costs for seasons 10 and 11 so
Dimension took the show under their wing.
Then we can check out the asylum set they
used for the HALLOWEEN remake
Does it suck in person, too?
They move down the lot...toward Dewey’s car.
The headlights on his car flip on and off.
You see that?
They flip on again. All of them look toward the car
when...the driver’s door OPENS...The GHOST FACE FIGURE
FEAR comes across all four of their faces.
The FIGURE STEPS toward them...the four walking backwards
toward the front of the lot...SCARED.
The FIGURE darts toward them.
They bolt toward the front of the lot.
The FIGURE stops at the steps that run up and into the
Gale turns around to see this.
What do we do?
The FIGURE eyes them...staring at them...enjoying their
confusion. The figure bolts up the steps...into the
Where’s he going?
Dewey looks at her...
INT. SIDNEY’S OFFICE
Sidney places the last remaining papers on her desk. She
moves behind, sitting down. She rummages through the mess
now on her desk. She looks under some papers and finds a
ZIP DISC. Her hand knocks the papers to the side revealing
A PICTURE FRAME. Sid grabs it, in the frame is...
The now very familiar picture of her and mother.
Sid holds it, looking intently at it. A small tear trickles
from her eye down her cheek. She wipes the tear away,
places the frame face down on her desk.
She moves in her chair over to the computer...places the
disc in the drive. Her file won’t open.
She stands up, walks out of her office, across the hall,
pulls a door open and into another office almost identical
The oak desk, computer, all the same. A door rests closed
at the back of the office.
She sets herself behind the desk, places the disc in the
A PHONE RINGS
Sid looks at the top of the desk, a phone rests, ringing.
A light blinks next to the title OWEN FLETCHER.
Owen I thought you went home.
The MAN’S DEADLY VOICE blasts from the phone.
(filter – from phone)
Done with that draft, SIDNEY?
She bolts upright, looks all around her. She is ALONE.
Where are you?
Oh Sidney. I can’t help but feel
somewhat sorry for you, your life.
Quit the charade.
It isn’t over yet Sidney.
Not until I kill you!
She walks toward the door of the office, looks into the
hallway...no one, nothing. She walks back to the desk
Can’t find me huh? Well, I found you!
Suddenly the door on the back wall FLIES open. A WHITE