Scream Page #2

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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.

CASEY:

Listen, a**hole...

MAN:

(deadly serious)

NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE B*TCH. IF

YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU

LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?

Total silence. He has gotten her full attention.

CASEY:

Is this some kind of a joke?

MAN:

More of a game, really.

Casey eyes the glass doors, then looks up the hallway to the

front doors... moving to it. It's unlocked. She bolts it.

CASEY:

I'm two seconds from calling the

police.

MAN:

They'd never make it in time.

Casey moves her face flush against the door, her eye looking

through the peephole.

ANGLE THROUGH PEEPHOLE.

A distorted view of the front porch. It is empty. She relaxes

a bit, relieved.

CASEY:

What do you want?

MAN:

(pure evil)

TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE.

Casey's jaw drops as total fear storms her face. She hangs

up the phone, throwing it down on a side table when...

THE DOORBELL CHIMES.

Casey leaps out of her skin. She turns to the door as it

chimes again.

CASEY:

(calling out)

Who's there?

Another CHIME. She moves to it.

CASEY:

(louder)

Who's there?

No answer. F*** this. It's time for the police. She goes for

the portable phone. Just as she picks it up...

IT RINGS.

Casey almost drops it, losing her breath...

She brings it to her ear with trembling hands, saying

nothing... listening, waiting...

A long silence. And then.

MAN:

You should never say "Who's there?".

Don't you watch scary movies? It's a

death wish.

Casey clutches the wall, nearly collapsing. She tries her

damnedest to hang tough.

CASEY:

Look, enough is enough. You had your

fun now you better leave me alone or

else.

MAN:

Or else what?

CLOSE ON her face, her mind thinking, calculating...

CASEY:

My boyfriend will be here any second

and he'll be pissed when I tell him...

MAN:

I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.

Busted. She holds steady.

CASEY:

I lied. I do have a boyfriend and

he'll be here any second and your

ass better be gone.

MAN:

Sure...

CASEY:

I swear it. And he's big and plays

football and will beat the sh*t out

of you.

MAN:

I'm getting scared.

CASEY:

I'm telling you the truth. I lied

before...

MAN:

I believe you...

CASEY:

So you better leave.

MAN:

His name wouldn't be Steve, would

it?

Silence. Casey buckles at the knees, losing it.

CASEY:

How do you know his name?

MAN:

Go to the back door and turn on the

porch light -- again.

Casey, terrified, forces herself to move... staggering to

the kitchen... to the glass doors. Her shaky hand finds the

light switch... she hits it. The back yard is lit.

Sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of the backyard is a

big, line backer of a guy, her boyfriend...

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