Scream Page #3

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STEVE:

tied and gagged. He's been roughed up, but he's alive. CLOSE

ON his eyes... wide in fear... staring at his girlfriend,

pleading with her.

CASEY:

Oh Goddddd...

Casey SCREAMS. Her hand moves to the lock on the door.

MAN:

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Terror rides Casey's face. She's petrified.

CASEY:

Where are you?

MAN:

Guess.

Her eyes search the yard, combing bushes, trees. He could be

anywhere -- anywhere.

CASEY:

(begging)

Please don't hurt him.

MAN:

That all depends on you.

CASEY:

Why are you doing this?

Tears find their way, streaming down Casey's face.

MAN:

I wanna play a game.

CASEY:

No...

MAN:

Then he dies. Right now.

CASEY:

NOOO!

MAN:

Which is it?

A long silence. Casey touches the glass... staring at STEVE...

this big jock of a guy is crying too.

CASEY:

What kind of game?

MAN:

Turn off the light.

Her hand goes to the switch... Steve tugs and pulls at his

straps... as if begging her... his face sweat and tears...

CLICK:

He disappears in the darkness. Casey moves away from the

glass, back toward the living room, unbelieving, horrified.

MAN:

Here's how we play. I ask a question.

If you get it right -- Steve lives.

Three curtainless windows line one wall. Casey crouches down

behind the couch, tipping a lamp cord from it's socket,

darkening the room. Her body quivers.

CASEY:

Please don't do this...

MAN:

Come on. It'll be fun.

CASEY:

No... please.

MAN:

It's an easy category. Movie trivia.

CASEY:

(begging)

...please...

MAN:

I'll even give you a warm up question.

CASEY:

Don't do this. I can't...

MAN:

Name the killer in HALLOWEEN.

CASEY:

No...

MAN:

Come on. It's you favorite scary

movie, remember? He had a white mask,

he stalked the baby-sitters.

Casey goes silent... a nervous wreck... she can barely speak

much less think.

CASEY:

I don't know...

MAN:

Come on, yes you do.

CASEY:

Please..stop...

Casey is SOBBING.

MAN:

What's his name?

CASEY:

I can't think.

Casey has officially reached hysteria, petrified beyond all

reality.

MAN:

Steve's counting on you.

Suddenly... through tears... Godsent...

CASEY:

(a whisper)

Michael... Michael Myers.

MAN:

YES!

Casey SIGHS... relieved.

MAN:

Now for the real question.

CASEY:

NOOOO....

MAN:

But you're doing so well.

CASEY:

Please go away! Leave us alone!

MAN:

Then answer the question. Same

category.

Casey is a blubbering, wet mass on the floor.

CASEY:

...please... no...

MAN:

Name the killer in FRIDAY THE 13TH.

A mad smile purses Casey's lips. She knows this. She leaps

up, through tears, screaming...

CASEY:

Jason! Jason!... JASON!

A slight PAUSE.

MAN:

I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer.

CASEY:

No it's not. It was Jason.

MAN:

Afraid not.

CASEY:

It was Jason. I saw that goddamned

movie twenty times. It was Jason.

MAN:

Then you should know Jason's MOTHER --

Mrs. Vorhees was the original killer.

Jason didn't show up until the sequel.

Casey is stupefied.

CASEY:

You tricked me...

MAN:

Lucky, for you there's a bonus round.

But poor Steve... I'm afraid... he's

out.

This implication sends Casey running to the kitchen... to

the glass doors. She flips on the porch lights to see...

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