Scream Page #7

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ON SIDNEY. Moved, disturbed. From behind, a finger taps her

shoulder. She spins around to see...

Tatum Riley, same age, feisty, carefree.

TATUM:

Do you believe this sh*t?

SIDNEY:

What happened?

They break away from the crowd and head for school.

TATUM:

Oh God! You don't know? Casey Becker

and Steve Forrest were killed last

night.

SIDNEY:

No way.

TATUM:

And not just killed, Sid. We're

talking splatter movie killed-split

open end to end.

SIDNEY:

Casey Becker? She sits next to me in

English.

TATUM:

Not anymore. Her parents found her

hanging from a tree. Her insides on

the outside.

SIDNEY:

Do they know who did it?

TATUM:

F***ing clueless -- they're

interrogating the entire school.

Teachers, students, staff, janitors...

SIDNEY:

They think it's school-related?

TATUM:

They don't know. Dewey said this is

the worst crime they've ever seen.

Even worse than...

(stopping herself)

Well it's bad. They're bringing in

the feds. This is big.

Sidney looks back at Gale, her face deeply pained.

INT. CLASSROOM - LATER

A frumpy old woman, MRS. TATE, faces her class. Her hands

clasped together. A tragic look upon her face.

MRS. TATE

...a terrible tragedy. An unbearable

loss. It's days like today we need

prayer in school...

Sidney sits near the rear of the room. The desk in front of

her sits vacant. Sidney can't take her eyes of it.

The door opens and a student opens with a slip of paper. He

hands it to Mrs. Tate.

MRS. TATE

Sidney. It appears to be your turn.

INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE

The room is at capacity... wall to wall with police, and the

likes. Some sit, stand, lean...

SHERIFF BURKE, a round man in his fifties, wipes the stress

from his face.

SHERIFF BURKE:

Who's up next?

A young officer looks at the clipboard. This is DEPUTY RILEY,

better known as DEWEY. He's a big guy, 20's, handsome in a

scrubbed-clean boyish way.

DEWEY:

Sidney Prescott.

Sheriff Burke gestures to bring her in. PRINCIPAL HIMBRY,

50's, an old codger of a man wearing a sour face speaks up.

MR. HIMBRY

Sidney Prescott. She was daughter

of...

DEWEY:

We all know Sidney, Mr. Himbry.

SHERIFF BURKE:

How she doin'?

MR. HIMBRY

She's adjusted well. Maintains an

"A" average. You never know she...

Himbry stops short, seeing Sidney in the doorway. He rises

and seats her.

SHERIFF BURKE:

Hi Sidney.

SIDNEY:

Sheriff Burke. Dewey.

Dewey shakes his head seriously.

DEWEY:

It's Deputy Riley today, Sid.

SHERIFF BURKE:

How is everything?

SIDNEY:

Good.

SHERIFF BURKE:

And your Dad? How's he doing?

SIDNEY:

We're fine. Thanks.

MR. HIMBRY

We'll be brief, Sidney. The police

have a few questions they'd like to

ask you...

Sidney eyes them all nervously.

EXT. SCHOOL COURTYARD - LATER

Students sit at outdoor tables eating lunch. Crowded at one

table is the "gang". This consists of Sidney, Billy and Tatum.

Next to Tatum, sits her boyfriend STUART, with his arm draped

across her back. He's a Billy wannabe. Almost the jock, almost

handsome, almost cool. He tries way to hard.

Across the table is the fifth wheel, RANDY. A tall and gangly

kid with no such Billy-like aspirations. A witty jokester

who elevates geek to coolness.

TATUM:

Hunt? Why would they ask if you like

to hunt?

STU:

I don't know, they just did.

RANDY:

Because their bodies were gutted.

Sidney flinches.

BILLY:

Thanks Randy.

TATUM:

They didn't ask me if I like to hunt.

STU:

Because there's no way a girl could

have killed them.

TATUM:

That is so sexist. The killer could

easily be female -- BASIC INSTINCT.

RANDY:

That was an ice pick -- not exactly

the same.

STU:

Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely

hollowed out. Takes a man to do

something like that.

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