Scream Page #9

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REPORTER #2

The State Bureau of Investigation

has joined forces with local

authorities to help catch what the

Governor has called the most

heinous...

The channel switches again. Gale weathers appears, standing

in front of the school. Her white teeth gleaming.

GALE:

This is not the first time the small

town of Bayboro has endured such

tragedy. Only a year ago, Maureen

Prescott, wife and mother, was found

raped and murdered...

An old black and white snapshot fills the screen-a woman,

beautiful and familiar.

CLOSE ON SIDNEY:

eyes frozen, mesmerized by the image. Suddenly she CLICKS

the TV off. Her eyes go to the clock on the end table. 5:45

PM. Her eyes then move to the framed photo next to it... the

same black and white photo stares at her... a healthy, vibrant

woman. An older version of Sidney.

Sidney curls up on the sofa closing her eyes tight...

INT. LIVING ROOM - LATER

The clock on the end table reads 7:15 PM. Sidney is fast

asleep on the couch. The phone RINGS. Sidney leaps up grabbing

the portable phone.

TATUM:

(from phone)

Practice ran late. I'm on my way.

SIDNEY:

(eyes clock)

It's past seven.

TATUM:

Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't

bite it til way after ten.

SIDNEY:

I'm not worried.

TATUM:

Good, 'cause I wanna swing by

BLOCKBUSTER and get us a video. I

was thinkin' Tom Cruise in ALL THE

RIGHT MOVES. You know, if you pause

it just right you can see his penis.

SIDNEY:

Whatever. Just hurry.

TATUM:

Bye.

She hangs up the phone. It immediately RINGS again.

SIDNEY:

(into phone)

Tatum?

MAN'S VOICE

(from phone)

Hello, Sidney.

IT'S HIM. THE VOICE FROM BEFORE.

SIDNEY:

Hi. Who is this?

MAN:

You tell me.

Sidney thinks, trying to place his voice. It sounds a little

distorted.

SIDNEY:

I have no idea.

MAN:

Scary night, isn't it? With the

murders and all, it's like right out

of a horror movie or something.

SIDNEY:

Aha, Randy, you gave yourself away.

Are you calling from work? Tatum's

on her way over.

MAN:

Do you like scary movies, Sidney?

SIDNEY:

I like that thing you're doing with

your voice, Randy. It's sexy.

MAN:

What's your favorite scary movie?

SIDNEY:

Don't start. You know I don't watch

that sh*t.

MAN:

And why is that?

SIDNEY:

(playing along)

Because they're all the same. It's

always some stupid killer stalking

some big breasted girl -- who can't

act -- who always runs up the stairs

when she should be going out the

front door. They're ridiculous.

A brief silence.

MAN:

Are you alone in the house?

SIDNEY:

That is so unoriginal. You disappoint

me, Randy.

MAN:

Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.

SIDNEY:

So who are you?

MAN:

The question is not who am I. The

question is where am I?

SIDNEY:

So where are you?

MAN:

Your front porch.

This gives her pause. She moves to the window and pulls aside

the drapes.

SIDNEY:

Why would you call me from my front

porch?

MAN:

That's the original part.

ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW. She can't quite see all of the porch.

SIDNEY:

Oh yeah? Well I call your bluff.

Sidney goes to the front door. She unlocks the bolt, unsnags

the chain, and pulls the door open... revealing the front

porch...

COMPLETELY EMPTY.

She steps out onto it, phone still in hand. A single light

shines overhead illuminating the porch, but little beyond.

Darkness is all around.

SIDNEY:

So where are you?

MAN:

Right here.

Sidney peers out into the darkness past thick shrubs that

grow on either side of the porch.

SIDNEY:

Can you see me right now?

MAN:

Uh-huh.

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