Scream Page #17

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Sidney spins around. What the... She checks out the bathroom.

The doors to the stalls are all closed. She bends down and

scans beneath them, looking for feet. No one. Nothing.

Sidney turns back to the mirror. Suddenly...

MAN:

(o.c. whisper)

Siddneey...

Unmistakable this time. The VOICE strikes Sidney like a nail

through the eye. It comes from one of the stalls. She stands

thunderstruck, eyeing the stalls thru the mirror.

SIDNEY:

Is someone there?

A long, morose silence. And then:

MAN:

(softly, simply)

It's me, Sidney.

Sidney spins around. F*** no! HE'S HERE. Terror floods her

face. She eyes the exit door, then the row of stalls she

must pass to get to it.

She checks under the stalls again. Nothing... where the f***

is he? She takes a step forward when...

TWO FEET step down from a toilet onto the floor in the last

stall. Sidney's face draws tight as the stall door begins to

CREAK open. She bolts forward, making a break for it... but

slips on the wet floor... her feet flying out from under...

Sidney reaches out... grabs hold of a sink... saves herself

from falling... she glimpses a GHOST MASK in the mirror coming

for her. A hand grabs her shoulder as she SLAMS her body

through the exit door... narrowly escaping.

INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

Sidney flies out of the bathroom door SCREAMING... burning

up the hallway, not looking back. A TEACHER, hearing her

SCREAM, peer out from an open doorway... as Sidney sprints

by him, not stopping... running madly.

INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

CLOSE on a red-faced Principal Himbry as he reads someone

the riot act.

MR. HIMBRY

I'm sickened. Your whole havoc-

inducing, thieving, whoring generation

disgusts me.

The CAMERA SWINGS AROUND to reveal two GHOST MASKED STUDENTS

standing at attention. Mr. Himbry rips the mask off of one

of the student's heads.

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?

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