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SCREAM

(SCARY MOVIE)

by Kevin Williamson

Rewrite July 31, 1995

FADE IN

ON A RINGING TELEPHONE.

A hand reaches for it, bringing the receiver up to the face of CASEY BECKER, a young girl, no more than sixteen. A friendly face with innocent eyes.

CASEY

Hello.

MAN'S VOICE

(from phone) Hello.

Silence.

CASEY

Yes.

MAN

Who is this?

CASEY

Who are you trying to reach?

MAN

What number is this?

CASEY

What number are you trying to reach?

MAN

I don't know.

CASEY

I think you have the wrong number.

MAN

Do I?

CASEY

It happens. Take it easy.

CLICK! She hangs up the phone. The CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal Casey in a living room, alone. She moves from the living room to the kitchen. It's a nice house. Affluent.

The phone RINGS again.

INT. KITCHEN

CASEY

Who is this?

MAN

You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.

CASEY

(shaking the popcorn) I don't think so.

MAN

What's that noise?

Casey smiles, playing along, innocently.

CASEY

Popcorn.

MAN

You're making popcorn?

CASEY

Uh-huh.

MAN

I only eat popcorn at the movies.

CASEY

I'm getting ready to watch a video.

MAN

Really? What?

CASEY

Just some scary movie.

MAN

Do you like scary movies?

CASEY

Uh-huh.

MAN

What's your favorite scary movie?

He's flirting with her. Casey moves away from the stove and takes a seat at the kitchen counter, directly in front of the glass door.

CASEY

I don't know.

MAN

You have to have a favorite.

Casey thinks for second.

CASEY

Uh...HALLOWEEN. You know, the one with the guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around and stalks the baby sitters. What's yours?

MAN

Guess.

CASEY

Uh...NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET.

MAN

Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?

CASEY

Yeah...Freddy Krueger.

MAN

Freddy-that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary.

CASEY

The first one was, but the rest sucked.

MAN

So, you gotta boyfriend?

CASEY

(giggling) Why? You wanna ask me out?

MAN

Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?

CASEY

No.

MAN

You never told me your name.

Casey smiles, twirling her hair.

CASEY

Why do you want to know my name?

MAN

Because I want to know who I'm looking

CASEY

What do you want?

MAN

To talk.

CASEY

Dial someone else, okay?

MAN

You getting scared?

CASEY

No-bored.

CLICK. She hangs up. The phone RINGS again. She grabs it.

CASEY

Listen, asshole...

MAN

(deadly serious) NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH. UNDERSTAND?

Total silence. He has gotten her full attention.

CASEY

Is this some kind of a joke?

MAN

More of a game, really.

Casey eyes the glass doors, then looks up the hallway to the front doors...moving to it. It's unlocked. She bolts it.

CASEY

I'm two seconds from calling the police.

MAN

They'd never make it in time.

Casey moves her face flush against the door, her eye looking through the peephole.

ANGLE THROUGH PEEPHOLE.

A distorted view of the front porch. It is empty. She relaxes a bit, relieved.

CASEY

What do you want?

MAN

(pure evil) TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE.

Casey's jaw drops as total fear storms her face. She hangs up the phone, throwing it down on a side table when...

THE DOORBELL CHIMES.

Casey leaps out of her skin. She turns to the door as it chimes again.

CASEY

(calling out) Who's there?

Another CHIME. She moves to it.

CASEY

(louder) Who's there?

No answer. Fuck this. It's time for the police. She goes for the portable phone. Just as she picks it up...

IT RINGS.

Casey almost drops it, losing her breath...

She brings it to her ear with trembling hands, saying nothing...listening, waiting...

A long silence. And then.

MAN

You should never say "Who's there?". Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish.

Casey clutches the wall, nearly collapsing. She tries her damndest to hang tough.

CASEY

Look, enough is enough. You had your fun now you better leave me alone or else.

MAN

Or else what?

Sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of the backyard is a big, line backer of a guy, her boyfriend...

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

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 godamned 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...

STEVE

eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair...his belly gaping open...a mass of blood and ripped flesh...his insides lay on the ground between his feet...steam rising.

A SCREAM erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey collapse on the floor...nearly passing out. CLOSE ON her face...pale and ghostly white. She SOBS.

MAN

Final question. Are you ready?

She doesn't answer. A long, maddening silence. Casey reaches up and CLICKS off the light, making Steve go away...wishing, hoping...

CASEY

..leave me alone..please...

MAN

Answer the question and I will.

Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly back and forth.

MAN

What door am I at?

CASEY

What?

MAN

There are two doors to your house. A front door and a back one. If you answer correctly-you live.

From where Casey sits she can see both front and back doors. She deliberates...with her last bit of strength she tries to strategize. Eyeing both, the front door...the back door trying to decide between the two.

CASEY

Don't make me...I can't...I won't.

MAN

Your call.

piercing through...soulless...Casey SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER as a hand...

CRASHES through the glass window grabbing hold of her neck...she beats at him trying to free herself...her nails dig into his arm...she wrenches from side to side...finally breaking free as the hands disappear inside the house...

EXT. CORNER OF HOUSE

Casey sails around the corner of the house, eyeing the front door. It remains closed. Her eyes cover the sprawling country yard when suddenly....

HEADLIGHTS APPEAR

in the distance, coming down the road towards the house...she recognizes them instantly. Mom...Dad...she tears off across the yard toward them...moving like lightning...

The car turns into the driveway...Casey SCREAMS, waving madly, rushing by a tree as...

THE GHOST MASKED FIGURE APPEARS

Casey stumbles back, catching her balance...the FIGURE moves on her, arm poised high...a flash of silver...and Casey is struck, across the chest. She looks down to see her shirt blossoming red...a look of bewilderment as she drops to one knee.

The knife rises again...Casey throws her hand forward...the blade comes down...but it's blocked by the portable phone still in her hand. She turns staggering to...

EXT. DRIVEWAY

A MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE emerge from the parked car. They move to the front door completely unaware of what's happening to their daughter, only feet from them.

EXT. FRONT YARD

Casey stumbles forward...her parents ten feet away...she opens her mouth to scream but no sound resonates...she is beyond words...staggering, swaying...the FIGURE moving behind her.

EXT. FRONT DOOR

Her parents approach the door

FATHER

That fish smelled strong.

MOTHER

I told you to send it back.

The father discovers the front door ajar. A puzzled look. Casey is right behind them with one arm outstretched. If they'd only turn around...

They enter the house and close the door as....

Casey collapses on the ground, clutching her bloody chest...the FIGURE upon her.

INT. FOYER

The father sees straight back into the kitchen...the shattered patio door.

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)

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.c.) 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