Scream 2 Page #3

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GALE WEATHERS:

standing, tight-fisted. Their eyes meet. A quick moment. Sidney is happy to see her.

The onslaught continues. Cameras flash, reporters shove. Gale moves in front of Sid, holding

the crowd at bay. The reporters begin to throw questions at Gale.

GALE (to Sid)

Quick, get outta here.

SIDNEY:

What's going on?

GALE:

Just go. l'll find you later.

Sid wastes no time. She takes off, running around the side of the building. She stops, takes a

breath, but the reporters are on her tail. She looks up to see a...

SMALL CAMPUS SECURITY VEHICLE

appear, moving towards her. It slows down.

MAN'S VOICE (from the vehicle)

Hop on, Sid.

Sid goes for it as two hands reach out to help her. One smooth move and Sidney is in the arms

of...

DEWEY RILEY:

She looks at him. Her face a book of questions.

SIDNEY:

What's going on, Dewey?

He smiles at her. A safe, warm smile. His face as cute as ever.

DEWEY:

It'll be alright.

CUT TO:

EXT. SECURITY CART - MINUTES LATER

The security cart trots along, passing STUDENTS coming and going. Dressed smartly in a campus

security outfit, Dewey maneuvers the cart across the campus grounds. Sidney rides beside him,

horrified as she listens to him.

SIDNEY:

Three hundred people watched? Nobody did anything?

DEWEY:

They thought it was a publicity stunt.

SIDNEY:

Oh my God. How could it happen?

DEWEY:

They don't know. It was carefully planned. Earlier in the day the victims received anonymous

passes to the movie.

SIDNEY:

It's a copycat killer I knew this would happen. That f***ing movie.

The cart comes to a stop in front of a building.

DEWEY:

As of now, they don't see any relation. But they're checking it out. The state, Special Task

Force, FBI--they're all here. They'll find the guy.

SIDNEY:

Yeah, right.

DEWEY:

Look, Sid, why don't you take off? Disappear for a few days. I'll come with you.

SIDNEY:

No. I will not crawl under a rock. This is a f***ed-up world and people kill people all the

time. I'll just get used to it.

Dewey steps down off the security cart and helps Sid off.

DEWEY:

Nothing will happen to you. I promise.

Sid's tough demeanor is cracking. She takes a deep breath.

DEWEY:

That's why I'm here, right? We take care of each other. C'mon, I'll walk you to class.

He starts off, for the first time, a severe limp is visible as his left leg drags behind him.

SIDNEY:

You go, it's all stairs, I can take it from here.

DEWEY:

Don't worry...

SIDNEY:

Dewey, I'm completely equipped with mace, alarm whistle, keyring, knife, a degree in

defensive combat...

DEWEY:

Just in case...

SIDNEY:

No. This is nothing, Dewey. I'll be okay. Go back to work and let me get back to my quasi

pseudo-happy existence.

Sidney reaches up and gives her pseudo-brother a kiss, then takes off for the building.

Dewey watches until she disappears inside, then limps back to his security cart.

CUT TO:

EXT. STUDENT UNION PARKING LOT - MINUTES LATER

A newsvan pulls up and parks next to a trough of other newsvans and REPORTERS. Some are doing

live remotes, others ready themselves for the next onslaught.

Gale gets out of the newsvan, her cellular affixed to her ear.

GALE:

I don't know...no one's talking. What's the studio's position? Never happen. They'd be stupid

to pull the movie. With all this free press--they're gonna have huge numbers this weekend.

It'll break box office records. Of course I have bumps.

Gale's CAMERAMAN can be seen behind her, in the van fussing with equipment.

GALE (cont'd)

I need two minutes at six o'clock.

I wanna do a piece on the slain kids--no sympathy sh*t--let's stick with the movie angle.

I wanna pull a clip from an old film...

Gale turns to her cameraman, snapping her fingers.

GALE (cont'd)

Hey, what was the name of that movie?

The guy looks up at her. It's RANDY. Two years older but still the charming jokester.

RANDY:

HE KNOWS YOU'RE ALONE. MGN/UA. 1980. Tom Hanks' first film.

GALE (cont'd)

(into phone)

HE KNOWS YOU'RE ALONE. Yeah, find it. Don't worry, I've got it covered...I have a plan.

Yeah, I'll get it. Give it a rest--I said I'll get it. Later.

She hangs up, turning to Randy.

GALE (cont'd)

Pressure's on. You ready for this?

RANDY:

I'm there, man. No worries. I got ya covered. I'm so there. That's why I'm here--because

I'm there.

Randy holds up his camera--stoked.

CUT TO:

INT. SCHOOL OF FILM - LATER

Sidney moves down a hallway. Not your typical school building. Through open doorways, film

equipment is glimpsed. Editing bays and the like. She's in the Film Department.

She comes upon an open door and peers in. A large room, a class is in progress.

She slips in quietly.

INT. CLASSROOM - SAME

Sidney takes a seat at the back of the room. A handful of FILM STUDENTS sit around on torn

couches heavy in discussion. Sid goes unnoticed as she watches a whirlwind debate.

A SNOTTY GUY is pontificating a point.

SNOTTY GUY:

Sequels are too handicapped. By definition alone, they're inferior films.

Hallie sits on a couch next to MICKEY, 20's, atheletic, cool and rowdy. Arms enwrapped.

MICKEY:

Bullshit generalization. Many sequels have surpassed their original.

SNOTTY GUY:

Name one.

MICKEY:

ALIENS Far better than the original.

ANOTHER GUY:

Subjective.

SOME GIRL:

Life's subjective. I much prefer Ridley Scott.

The conversation overlaps, everyone arguing..making their point about ALIENS VS. ALIEN.

HALLIE:

No way. ALIENS rocked. "Stay away from her--you b*tch."

SNOTTY GUY:

I'll give you that one. Name another.

MICKEY:

T2.

SOME GIRL:

You've got a hard-on for Cameron.

SNOTTY GUY:

A bigger budget does not make a better movie. TERMINATOR one is historical.

Someone screams out, "You Sarah Connor?" as the TEACHER, a young artsy type, speaks up.

ARTSY TEACHER:

How about THE GODFATHER PART II?

Ooooohhh. The whole room goes worship silent. All in agreement.

SNOTTY GUY:

The almighty exception. Name another.

A YOUNG MAN, handsome and smooth, jumps into the conversation. His name is Derek.

DEREK:

EMPIRE STRIKES BACK. Smarter story. Improved effects.

From the back of the room, Sidney watches him. Fixated.

HALLIE:

I liked JEDI. With the furry things.

Everyone BOO'S. "Ewoks blow."

MICKEY:

Lucas and his Romper Room stage.

HALLIE:

I got. I got it. FRIDAY THE 13TH, PART 20.

SNOTTY GUY:

Case in point. The entire horror genre was destroyed by sequels.

ARTSY TEACHER:

Really? And why do you think that is?

SNOTTY GUY:

Sequels suck. Hello. It becomes about: money and no one's interested in quality.

DEREK:

It's more than that. Horror films are only as good as their villains.

How can Freddie and Jason possibly be scary after they've been diluted through five or six

sequels.

TEACHER:

What's the solution? If you were making a sequel today what would you do differently?

The class stews on this. Derek turns, spotting Sidney in the back of the room. She gives a

half wave. He starts for her, excusing himself.

SNOTTY GUY:

The point is - I made my point. Sequels suck.

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