Scream Page #27

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SIDNEY:

No, but if it were you, that would

have been a very clever way to throw

me off track. Using your one phone

call to call me so I wouldn't think

it was you.

Billy stands up.

BILLY:

What do I have to do to prove to you

I'm not a killer?

He makes a move toward her when... from behind, in a split

instant, from the open balcony doors comes...

THE GHOST FIGURE

Sidney sees the FIGURE immediately, SCREAMING. Billy tries

to calm her, oblivious to the advancing GHOST.

SIDNEY:

BILLYWATCHOUT!!!!

Billy barely turns as a long steely blade rises high in the

air. It strikes down with force... hitting his chest as blood

sprays the air.

ON SIDNEY as red crimson splatters across her face... as the

knife is thrust in and out of Billy who tries hard to put up

a fight... but it's useless... he never had a chance. His

body falls to the floor... lifeless.

ANGLE ON GHOST:

as he watches Billy's body come to a still before quietly,

calmly turning his attention to...

SIDNEY who stands, numb... scared to death. And only when

the GHOST takes a step forward does Sidney break. She takes

off like a rocket... leaping over the bed and out the door.

INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Sidney tears out the door and down the hall, coated in Billy's

blood.

ANGLE ON THE GHOST

as he catches up with her, grabbing hold of her collar. She

pulls away from him... her shirt ripping down the back.

Her hands find a door knob and she goes for it, pulling the

door open... moving quickly inside... locking it behind her.

INT. DARK SPACE - CONTINUOUS

Total darkness. Sidney's hands scour the wall for a light

switch. The doorknob turns... the lock holds... as the door

is nearly SHAKEN from it's hinges... and then...

NOTHING. All goes silent. Only Sidney's rapid BREATHING fills

the space around her.

Sidney, trembling, shaking, reaches above her, feeling, until

she finds a string. She pulls it... as a lightbulb SWITCHES

on overhead.

She's in a small box of a room. The door is on one side, a

small, narrow staircase on the other. She eyes the doorknob,

then the staircase... contemplating... but it's an easy

decision. There's no f***ing way she's going up to the attic.

She unlocks the door and pushes on it. But it won't give...

she pushes on it again. It's locked from the other side.

Sh*t. She turns to the staircase.

EXT. DARK ROAD - CONTINUOUS

A long, deserted country road. In the distance, a single

flashlight beams ahead, the only light in the black night.

Gale and Dewey can be heard.

GALE:

So is Dewey your real name?

DEWEY:

Dwight. Dewey was something I got

stuck with a long time ago.

GALE:

I like it. It's... sexy.

DEWEY:

Nah... it's just this town's way of

not taking me serious.

GALE:

What about Gale Weathers? I sound

like a meteorologist...

CLOSE ON Gale and Dewey, walking closely, side by side --

flirtatiously. Gale is surprisingly nervous.

GALE:

People treat me like the Antichrist

of television journalism.

DEWEY:

I don't think you're so bad.

Gale smiles.

GALE:

Are all the local boys as sweet as

you?

Dewey blushes. He starts to say something when headlights

appear behind them. They both spin as TWO CARS loaded with

KIDS come racing right at them.

Dewey grabs Gale and pushes her off the road... just as the

cars speed by, oblivious to them.

IN THE DITCH:

Gale lands face up with Dewey right on top of her. He steals

a glance in her eyes before rolling off her.

DEWEY:

You okay?

Something takes Gale's attention.

GALE:

What's that?

Dewey looks to where gale points. He finds the flashlight

and aims it into the bush. The tail end of a car is just

visible.

DEWEY:

Looks like a car.

Dewey helps her up and they move to it. He shines the

flashlight on the plates but it's already obvious to the

CAMERA. This is the same car we last saw Sidney's father

driving away in.

DEWEY:

Sh*t. It's Neil Prescott's car.

GALE:

Sidney's father?

DEWEY:

We gotta get back. Jesus. He's here.

What the f*** is he doing here?

Dewey is panicked. He grabs Gale and they race off down the

road.

INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Randy continues to watch TV. He is now sloppy drunk,

completely involved in the movie on the screen.

SCARY MUSIC SWELLS, filling the room.

RANDY:

(to TV)

No, Jamie. Look behind you! Watch

out! Behind you!

And if he followed his own advice, he would see the GHOST

MASKED FIGURE that stands directly behind him... knife poised.

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