Scream Page #5

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FATHER:

Jesus...

MOTHER:

What is it? Where's Casey?

FATHER:

(calling out)

Casey? Casey?

In a split second they're both panic stricken. The father

begins searching the house frantically. The mother is

hysterical.

EXT. FRONT YARD

CLOSE ON Casey... she's dragged by her feet through damp

soil... the life going fast from her body... her hand still

clutching the phone.

INT. FOYER

Back in the house.

MOTHER:

Where is she?

FATHER:

Call the police.

The mother moves to the phone in the foyer, picks it up...

There is no dial tone. She jiggles the base.

FATHER:

(searching)

Casey? Where are you honey? Call the

police, goddamnit.

MOTHER:

The phone's dead.

The... the softest... faintest voice is heard...

CASEY:

(from phone)

...help me...

MOTHER:

She's here, God, I can hear her.

Where's my baby?

The husband returns to the foyer finding his wife clinging

to the phone.

FATHER:

Where is she?

MOTHER:

I can hear her. Oh Mother of God, I

can hear her.

The father upturns the living room.

FATHER:

Casey! Casey!

MOTHER:

Not my daughter... not my...

The husband grabs hold of his wife.

FATHER:

Get in the car and drive down to the

Mackenzie's.

The other throws the front door open and rushes out... the

father moves through the house when a SCREAM echoes out.

That of his wife. He tears off for the front door.

EXT. FRONT DOOR

The father rushes out the door to find his wife, on her knees,

bent over, retching. His eyes move beyond to a tree in the

front yard... his stomach fails him... his dinner rises...

as he bares witness to the single, most horrifying sight

he'll ever see.

That of his only daughter as she hangs from a big oak tree...

strung up... very much dead... her stomach ripped open.

BLACKOUT!

BEGIN MAIN TITLES

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - SAME NIGHT

A teenage girl's room. Neat and pinkish. On the bed, amongst

age-old stuffed animals lie opened school books. The CAMERA

PANS to a desk against the wall where...

SIDNEY PRESCOTT:

a young girl of 17, sits, her face glued to the computer

monitor in front of her. CLOSE ON her face. Sharp and clever

with deep, lonely eyes. She's comfortable in a plain, flannel

nightgown.

Her hands are at work, typing feverishly, when suddenly...

CRASH-BOOM

A noise behind her. She turns abruptly, eyeing an open window

across the room. A SCRATCHING sound. She stands and moves

toward it.

EXT. WINDOW

Sidney sticks her head out the window. The late night wind

hits her face as a SHADOW appears just to the left of her, a

hand reaches out, grabs her and suddenly a FIGURE is on top

of her...

INT. BEDROOM

Sid SCREAMS... pulling away from the figure... breaking free,

falling back onto the floor.

VOICE (O.S.)

Hey... it's just me.

Sid looks up to see...

BILLY LOOMIS:

A young, strapping boy of seventeen. Handsome and alluring.

A star quarterback/class president type of guy. He sports a

smile that could last for days.

SIDNEY:

Billy? What the...

BILLY:

I'm sorry. Don't hate me.

SIDNEY:

What are you doing here?

BILLY:

You sleep in THAT?

Billy pulls himself through the window.

SIDNEY:

(whispering)

My dad's in the other room.

BILLY:

I'll only stay a sec.

Suddenly...

The bedroom door BURSTS open. The doorknob catches on the

open closet door behind it jamming it, holding it in place.

VOICE:

(from behind door)

What's going on in there?

Billy quickly rolls out of sight behind the bed. Sidney unjams

the door to reveal...

MR. PRESCOTT, late 40's, a severe presence. A distracted

man, nervous and pre-occupied.

MR. PRESCOTT

Are you okay?

SIDNEY:

Can you knock?

MR. PRESCOTT

I heard screaming.

SIDNEY:

No you didn't.

MR. PRESCOTT

No? Oh, well... I'm hitting the sack.

My flight leaves first thing in the

morning. Now the expo runs all weekend

so I won't be back til Sunday. There's

cash on the table and I'll be staying

at the Raleigh Hilton...

SIDNEY:

...out at the airport...

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