Scream 2 Page #4

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INT. CORRIDOR - SAME

Derek and Sidney move out into the hallway. Derek throws his arms around her protectively.

DEREK:

How are you? You weren't in class. I called as soon as I heard...

SIDNEY:

I skipped. Too many "That's her" looks.

DEREK:

I'm sorry, baby. What can I do'?

SIDNEY:

Don't ask what you can do. No coddling. Life rolls on status quo.

He looks at her with bedroom eyes.

DEREK:

I can do that. And I can also do this.

He moves on her, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her passionately.

She breaks away, laughing.

SIDNEY:

No PDA.

But it's a failed objection. He kisses her again and they're soon devouring each other like

two people in love. Right in the middle of the hallway.

CUT TO:

EXT. STUDENT UNION - LATE AFTERNOON

The place is a circus. The front steps of the student center have been roped off to form a

platform. A podium and mike have been placed center.

CROWDS have gathered for the press conference that is being held by the university.

Reporters and cameras have been roped off to the side. On stage, DEAN FISHER, a sharp looking

woman in her forties is talking to spectators.

DEAN FISHER:

(reading from a prepared statement) "..and we feel this unfortunate isolated tragedy in no way

reflects upon our fine school and we should trust that the authorities and FBI are acting

quickly to bring us answers..."

Beside her stand uniformed COPS, the local SHERIFF, FBI AGENTS. She continues on...

IN THE ROPED OFF NEWS SECTION

Gale walks through the crowd, listening to the Dean.

FEMALE VOICE:

(o.c.) Gale? Can I have a second?

Gale spins around to find DEBBIE SALT, the flashy reporter who she decked earlier, standing

in front of her.

GALE:

Look, I'm sorry about the face.

DEBBIE SALT:

Job hazard. Debbie Salt, stringer-- NEWSWEEK. Answer a few questions?

GALE:

Fair enough.

DEBBIE SALT:

What are you doing here? I thought you had retired from field reporting?

The woman has immediately put Gale on the defensive. TWO OTHER REPORTERS have taken notice.

Suddenly, CAMERAS are on Gale.

GALE:

Well, you know I'm dear to the subject matter.

DEBBIE SALT:

And much richer as a result.

GALE:

Do I know you? You look familiar.

DEBBIE SALT:

I took your vulture seminar seminar at Berkeley last year.

GALE:

Good for you.

And in seconds the vultures are upon her as Gale Weathers is beseiged by REPORTERS.

The questions spew forth. "Why are you here?" "Is this the work of a copycat killer?"

"Have you talked to Sidney?" etc.

GALE:

(ever smooth) Guys, you're missing the show.

And with that Gale wanders off into the crowd.

ON STAGE:

The LOCAL SHERIFF, a smart looking guy in his 50's is fielding questions.

SHERIFF:

No, we have no evidence of a serial killer. We think the killer acted deliberately

and not at random...

ON THE LAWN:

Students and concerned faculty stand. Among them are Sidney, Derek, Hallie and Mickey.

Next to them stand JOEL, 20's, black, sensible and friendly. A very intelligent face.

DEREK:

But what are they doing? He's talking but he's not saying anything.

JOEL:

Sounds like they don't know anything.

HALLIE:

Do you think they'll cancel Hell Week?

MICKEY:

You're getting nailed - you're not getting out of it.

From across the way, two gorgeous sorority type girls, LOIS and MURPHY stand with their

FRATERNITY JOCK BOYFRIENDS. All looks and attitude. Their eyes are on Sidney as they huddle

in a conspiratory stance.

JOEL:

Have they questioned you yet, Sid?

SIDNEY:

This has nothing to do with me, Joel. There's an estimated 270 serial killers currently active

in the US at any given time. I can't control that. Who's hungry?

HALLIE:

I have rehearsal.

MICKEY:

I have to watch rehearsal.

Hallie kicks him. Joel moves to Sid.

JOEL:

I gotta hit the library. Anatomy. Some of us have real majors. You gonna be okay, Sid?

SIDNEY:

You're not allowed to ask that.

JOEL:

I'll stop by the Deltas tonight.

SIDNEY:

Thanks, Joel.

Joel smiles, heading out as the two sorority girls, Lois and Murphy saunter over.

LOIS:

Hello, pledges. Enjoying yourselves?

Instantly, Hallie stands at attention. Sidney joins begrudgingly.

HALLIE:

Yes, sister Lois. Very much so. Thank you for asking.

MURPHY:

Good. We need your help, pledges. Are you familiar with the Deltas TP fundraiser?

The pledges shake their heads. Suspicious. Lois withdraws two rolls of toilet paper from her

book bag and passes them out.

LOIS (cont'd)

In our efforts to raise money for our favorite cause...

MURPHY:

..this week's TKE kegger...

LOIS:

Ne ask that you sell individual squares of toilet paper for a mere nickel a piece.

MURPHY:

We've set you each at a five dollar quota.

MICKEY:

Come on, guys. Uncool.

MURPHY:

Am I getting fraternity interference, Mickey?

SIDNEY:

It's okay. I can peddle toilet paper.

DEREK:

Sid, you don't have to.

Sidney takes her toilet paper.

SIDNEY:

No special treatment. I can do this. C'mon Hallie.

She throws him a comforting glance. She's okay with this. She heads off with Hallie.

Derek watches.

DEREK:

How do you put up with this Greek sh*t?

MICKEY:

Hey, it's cool. Hallie's into it, I'm into Hallie...

ACROSS THE WAY:

Gale moves through the crowd as the press conference/rally continues.

She runs dead smack into...

DEWEY:

Their eyes meet. A long moment. The silence between them is revealing.

GALE:

Hello, Dwight.

DEWEY:

Miss Weathers.

GALE:

I've been trying to reach you but you haven't returned...

DEWEY:

I'm on crowd patrol, Miss Weathers, excuse me.

He tips his hat curtly, then starts off. She stops him.

GALE:

The name's Gale, remember'?

He turns on her. His eyes on fire.

DEWEY:

Yes, Miss Weathers, your name is embedded clearly between my ears.

GALE:

I see you read the book.

DEWEY:

Yes, I do retain reading skills. Shock.

GALE:

And an explanation is, of course, out of the question.

DEWEY:

Page 32. "Deputy Dewey filled the room with his dim-witted Barney Fifish presence."

I think you've explained yourself.

GALE:

Oh Dewey, I'm sorry.

DEWEY:

No, what you are is a money hungry, fame- seeking liar and--forgive me for saying-- mediocre

writer who has a cold storage shed where her heart should be.

This stings Gale.

GALE:

You have every right to be upset.

DEWEY:

Page 41. "Deputy Dewey oozed with inexperience."

GALE:

I never meant to imply...

DEWEY:

How do you know my dim-witted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation used to

lower people's expectations thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any

given situation?

Gale is at a loss.

GALE:

I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry.

DEWEY:

No, I'm the one who's sorry. I misjudged you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some oozing to do.

Dewey turns and limps away, leaving Gale staring after him. Her face smashed fiat.

ON STAGE:

The sheriff continues fielding questions from reporters.

SHERIFF:

No, there has been no evidence that more than one killer is responsible...

ACROSS THE WAY:

Sidney and Hallie have split up. They move through the crowd selling toilet paper.

Several STUDENTS make their purchase. Sidney pockets her change, looks up to see Gale,

standing alone. She goes to her.

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