SCREENPLAY BY

CMAN710

BASED ON CHARACTERS CREATED BY

WES CRAVEN AND KEVIN WILLIAMSON

ALSO BASED ON THE UPCOMING FILM "SCREAM" BY

JAMES VANDERBUILT AND GUY BUSICK

FIRST DRAFT: 08/14/2021

SEOND DRAFT: 10/16/2021
FINAL DRAFT: 12/14/2021
 SLOW FADE IN:

OVER POP MUSIC.

EXT. WOODSBORO - STREET - NIGHT

Slow pan down to an EST SHOT:

A small suburban street. Somewhat off the beaten path.

It’s... Hauntingly familiar. But we can’t put our finger on
it until we pass by...

THE BECKER HOUSE

Blink and you’ll miss it. It zooms past us as we follow a

small mini-cooper down the street... It finally pulls to a
stop in front of a one-story, unassuming home.

The music ends. The driver’s side door pops open and out
comes a very annoyed LIV MCKENZIE (18). An artsy party girl,
but somewhat naïve. Stand-out pink hair.

She takes a last drag of the cigarette hanging from her mouth
before flicking it and putting it out then heads up the
driveway.

As she reaches the top porch step motion sensor lights go on.
Only dimming when she’s safely inside.

INT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Liv steps inside, throws her jacket onto a nearby coat rack
and pulls out her phone at a DING.

ON: The phone, CHAD: “Babe I’m so sorry. Please come back...”

Liv rolls her eyes as she pockets her phone.

LIV
Hey, I’m home!

Silence.

LIV (CONT'D)
Mom? Dad?

She steps through the nearby doorway and into...

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INT. MCENZIE HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Noise ventures into our censors. Movie noises. Specifically

horror, but it’s too hard to tell what it is.

On the couch is Liv’s half brother Deputy MARSHALL FARNEY

(30). Serious on the job. A bit of an idiot off of it.

MARSHALL
Oh shit, hey Liv.

LIV
Ugh. Didn’t you have a late shift
tonight?

MARSHALL
It’s only eight... You’re home
early.

Liv is barely paying attention as she crosses to the attached

kitchen.

MARSHALL (CONT'D)
Liv? Sis, what happened?

LIV
I don’t want to talk about it. But
Chad can kiss my ass.

She hears a text come in, only vaguely reads it. Marshall
gets to his feet.

MARSHALL
Well, as much as I’d like to hear
the drama. I have to get to work...

LIV
You just said it was only eight.

MARSHALL
Like I said “as much as I want to
hear the drama”.

Ouch. Liv watches him go, really annoyed.

LIV
Whatever. I’ll just call dad. He’ll
kick his ass anyway.

MARSHALL
Good luck.

RING!
 3.

The landline now. Liv is annoyed. She rolls her eyes slightly
as Marshall exits the room.

She crosses over to the nearby phone and answers.

LIV
Chad, give it up! I’m not going to -
!

MAN’S VOICE
Hello?

Liv stops short. Oh shit. She shakes her head.

LIV
Oh god. I’m so sorry. I thought you
were someone else.

MAN’S VOICE
That’s OK. People usually do.

LIV
Are you calling for Marshall? He
just left...

MAN’S VOICE
Not exactly...

LIV
So... What can I help you with?

Liv yawns as she crosses over to the couch. Plopping herself

down and lounging as the movie on the TV continues.

MAN’S VOICE
I don’t know, entertainment maybe?

LIV
Uh... This isn’t that kind of
number.

MAN’S VOICE
Too bad. People always told me “for
a good time, call Liv”.

LIV
Ha. Cute, Vince. Seriously, did
Mindy put you up to this?

MAN’S VOICE
What makes you think this is Vince?
 4.

LIV
The voice threw me off. I’ll give
you that. But only you’d perv out
on me after what happened tonight.

MAN’S VOICE
My voice?

LIV
Oh come on. You can buy that voice
changer on Amazon for like, twenty
bucks...

She gets to her feet and steps over to the nearby window and
pushes down the blinds to reveal...

A familiar house just in the distance: THE BECKER HOUSE.

LIV (CONT'D)
Besides, I know all about STAB. I
literally live in the Mckenzie
house.

MAN’S VOICE
That must make you uncomfortable on
nights like this... Dark, not a
cloud in the sky...

LIV
I mean, I wasn’t born yet. So, it’s
whatever...

She releases the blinds. Lets them click back into place.

LIV (CONT'D)
If you’re trying to be scary.
You’re gonna have to do better than
that. I get these all the time.

MAN’S VOICE
Maybe I’m not trying to be scary.
Maybe I just want to talk.

LIV
Then do it in your real voice.

MAN’S VOICE
Sorry, Liv. I’m just shy.

LIV
And I’m bored... Seeyah.

Liv hangs up and places the phone back on the receiver. She’s
heading back to the TV when...
 5.

The doorbell RINGS.

Liv stops short. Sighing as she makes her way back toward...

INT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

She stalks to the front door. Pure irritation in her eyes as

she makes her way to it.

As she throws it open to...

NOTHING

Liv frowns.

LIV
Marshall? (Beat) Chad, that better
not be you. I told you, this is
over.

Silence as she steps out onto...

EXT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - FRONT PORCH - CONTINUOUS

There’s no sign of her visitor.

She looks one way. Then the other, frowning slightly.

LIV
(Sotto)
I know I heard the...

RING!

This time from her cell again. Caller ID reads: MARSHALL.

Liv rolls her eyes, answers.

LIV (CONT'D)
Forget your keys again?

MAN’S VOICE
Why did you hang up on me?

Now Liv laughs. “Really?”. She shakes her head.

LIV
Fuckkkk. Marshall you suck. You’re
a cop, you shouldn’t be doing this
shit.
 6.

MAN’S VOICE
Aren’t you having fun, though?

LIV
Not really. I get too many of these
phone calls. They’re boring...

MAN’S VOICE
Then why don’t we up the ante a
little? Have some real fun?

Liv crosses the threshhold of the front door. She closes it,
just in time to MISS the lights ominously CLICKING ON.

INT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Liv’s look of disinterest hasn’t wained.

LIV
OK, I’ll bite. What did you have in
mind?

MAN’S VOICE
Do you want to play a game, Liv?

LIV
Depends. Do I win a prize?

MAN’S VOICE
Sure. Your brother’s life.

LIV
You are so fucking cheesy.

Liv heads back into...

INT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Once inside, she’s barely paying attention to the phone or

the TV.

LIV
What kind of joke is this, anyway?
It’s not very funny.

MAN’S VOICE
Isn’t supposed to be. (Beat) Think
you can name the killer in
“Halloween”?

Liv pauses. She turns to her television now. Sure enough, we

see the movie now: HALLOWEEN 2018.
 7.

LIV
Michael Myers... (Beat) Oh, right,
you put it on. You almost had me
there.

MAN’S VOICE
What the matter, Liv? You almost
sounded... Scared for a minute
there.

LIV
Fuck you. I did not. And that’s
kid’s shit. Ghostface is supposed
to make it hard.

MAN’S VOICE
Alright, Pinkie. Who directed
Candyman this year?

LIV
Nia DaCosta. It was in like, every
trailer. What’s next? Are you gonna
ask me if Freddy Krueger had knives
for fingers?

MAN’S VOICE
For all that attitude. You still
sure look scared...

Liv pauses.

LIV
What did you say?

MAN’S VOICE
I said you sure look scared.

LIV
You haven’t left yet?

MAN’S VOICE
Why would I? I only just got here..

Liv pauses, getting a little anxious. She crosses over to the

alarm on the wall. Punches in some numbers. READ: SYSTEM
ARMED.

LIV
Marshall, this really isn’t funny.

MAN’S VOICE
I’m sorry. Marshall couldn’t come
to the phone... You had to settle
for me.
 8.

LIV
Will you just quit the fucking
voice!? Now you are freaking me
out.

MAN’S VOICE
Can’t we finish our game first? I
only have one more question...

LIV
I said I’ve had enough!

MAN’S VOICE
I just have to know... How long do
you think I was in your house
before you locked us in?

The voice laughs mockingly on the other end.

Liv is done. She hangs up the phone. Goes into the nearby
closet and grabs a BAT.

With great hesitation she steps into the center of the room.
Eyes darting every way they can. Fear pulsating.

She backs up as - through the curtains behind her. THE LIGHTS

SPRING to life.

Liv spins around in surprise. A moment passes, Liv slowly

approaches the window just beside the TV.

The lights outside flick on again. Then off. Clearly motion

activated.

She finally reaches the window and pulls back the blinds....

Her BONE-CHILLING SCREAM fills our souls.

ON THE WINDOW:

Outside. The motion sensor lights are being set off by

something alright...

MARSHALL

Is hung from the back porch. Blood and intestines dripping

from his gutted stomach.

BACK WITH LIV:

She backs up. Terrified and eyes filled with terror. The
phone in her hand SPRINGS TO LIFE. Causing another scream!
She answers.
 9.

MAN’S VOICE (CONT'D)

What’s the matter, Liv? Don’t you
know what happens when you forfeit?

LIV
Fuck you!

MAN’S VOICE
You really should be more
careful... Not every one of these
calls are a joke, pinkie.

LIV
Who the fuck is this!?

MAN’S VOICE
I’m the one who asks the questions
around here, Liv. And you never
answered mine...

Liv shakes her head - but realization hits her right in the
stomach. Reality sets in as she hangs up again and bolts from
the room.

INT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Liv sprints toward the front door. Pulls off the latch
violently and kicks the door open...

The ALARM blares. She breathes a sigh of relief. She lets it

keep going, but is horrified to discover...

GHOSTFACE

Is charging up the porch like a bat out of hell. Liv screams!

She slams the door shut but Ghostface rams it - doesn’t even
give her the chance.

Liv scrambles backward, adrenaline pumping. Ghostface swipes

their blade and slashes her right across the stomach. She
cries out in pain!

She slams the bat against the killer’s body. Ghostface goes
down as Liv returns to running for...

INT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Liv is booking it. Keeping her hand on her wound and

staggering for the phone that’s now RINGING on one of the
tables.

She picks it up.

 10.

LIV
HELP ME! OH GOD PLEASE! There’s
someone in my house! They killed my
brother... Oh God...

OPERATOR
Ma'am. Help is on the way. But I’m
going to need you to calm down...
Can you describe the intruder to
me.

Liv discards the bat and immediately grabs for a kitchen

knife. Big and sharp. She backs her way into.

INT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - ADJACENT KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Liv is shaking like a leaf.

LIV
I - I didn’t see his face... Oh
God, he’s wearing that fucking
costume. Please. Just hurry.

OPERATOR
Please... Calm down sweetie. Help
is on the -.

And suddenly the power is OUT and so are the line, and alarm.
Panic sets in as Liv tries desperately to cover her mouth and
soften her sobs.

She backs her way up further as a quiet creaaaaakkkkk slowly

grabs her attention.

The door to the pantry is creaking open. Liv backs away,

keeping her knife at the ready.

But the pantry never fully opens... And GHOSTFACE is right

behind her!

Liv slowly turns just in time to see Ghostface swooping in

for the strike! She screams! Swinging her own knife violently
in retaliation.

Ghostface catches the knife and turns it on Liv. Stabbing her

deep in the shoulder.

Liv screams out. Ghostface tears it out and tosses it aside.

She nearly trips over herself as she attempts to escape. This

time staggering to the back door. She unlocks and pulls it
open.
 11.

EXT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - YARD - CONTINUOUS

Liv pushes herself out of the house.

She makes it into the yard. She sprints as quickly as she

can. She takes off sprinting for her car, putting all of her
speed to the test.

As she turns her head. She realizes the same thing we do.
Ghostface ISN’T chasing her.

Her face falls. Incredibly confused.

Just as she reaches her car... He appears from behind it.

Leaping into action.

Liv screams!

Ghostface stabs her deep in the chest. Liv cries out in pain
as she hits the ground.

LIV
... No... Please...

She reaches out to defend herself as the knife plunges deep

into her stomach. Over and over again. Blood flies from every
direction.

Liv’s cries of desperation weaken as her body is dragged

violently across the gravel...

Leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

Ghostface drags her up the porch steps. Into the house...

As they close the door...

INT. MCKENZIE HOUEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Liv is dragged inside, and violently shoved onto the couch.

Ghostface stands in front of her. Raising his knife to finish

his work as...

Liv lets out a final, bone-chilling scream!

The knife slams down as we...

SMASH TO BLAC.

TITLE CARD:
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OPEN BACK ON:

INT. HOME - TARA’S BEDROOM - MORNING

Cluttered but with an “attempt” to keep it organized. Band

posters line the walls. Stuffed animals occupy the bed. A
laptop lays open on a single desk.

A hand reaches over to push it closed. Then reaches for a

nearby backpack.

As we pull up, reveal TARA CARPENTER (18). A sweet former

party girl. Wears her heart on her sleeve while remaining
tough and composed.

She places a few books into her backpack as a knock comes at

the door.

TARA
I’m coming! Hold on a second.

Tara finishes before approaching the door. She opens it to

reveal MINDY MEEKS-MARTIN (18). Sarcastic, tough-as-nails and
popular. Super pretty.

MINDY
So, Chad’s fucking heartbroken.

TARA
What? What happened?

MINDY
What do you think? Liv rejected
him. I told the boy she wasn’t
ready. And yet here we are.

Mindy rolls her eye - can’t believe that she’s having this
conversation.

TARA
We tried to warn him.
 13.

MINDY
I know. Three times. But he’s too
stubborn. Anyway - he went to work
with mom, so I promised Wes a
ride...

She stares at her watch - tries to make Tara make a move on.

MINDY (CONT'D)
So c’mon. We gotta go. I can’t be
late again.

Tara and Mindy exit her bedroom. Tara throws her arms up in
defense. Closes the door behind her.

EXT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - CONTINUOUS

A small, suburban home smack dab in the middle of Woodsboro.

It’s very “plain, All-American” in style. Mindy’s car - a
small, sporty vehicle waits at the end of the driveway.

Mindy puts a cigarette in her mouth as they exit.

TARA
I’m not in any rush. I heard Gale
Weathers is gonna be there.

MINDY
Ew. Sheriff Riley’s ex-wife? What
the actual fuck?

TARA
Yeah, I heard -.

WOMAN (O.S.)
Tara!

Tara stops in her tracks and turns.

TARA
One sec.

She takes a brisk jog back up to the front door. As a

familiar figure steps into the doorway. It’s SIDNEY PRESCOTT
A sack lunch in her hand. She’s all smiles, confident, and
composed.

SIDNEY
Don’t forget again. (Beat) Hey,
Mindy.

MINDY
Morning, Ms. Prescott!
 14.

TARA
Thanks.

Mindy comes up behind Tara, puts her hands on her shoulders.

MINDY
So is it true, Gale Weathers is
gonna be there? The tabloid twat
herself?

SIDNEY
Gale’s mostly harmless. She’s just
here for the anniversary.

MINDY
(Correction)
To make money on the anniversary
you mean. Mom’s gonna hate that.

SIDNEY
It’ll be fine. Just... Do me a
favor and don’t talk to her?

TARA
I wasn’t planning on it. (”By the
way”) I’ll be home, late, OK? I
told Amber we’d go out tonight.

SIDNEY
You know the drill - home before
eleven. I don’t want to worry.

TARA
Yep. I know, see you tonight Sid.

`As she re-enters the house, Mindy smirks, side-eyes her.

MINDY
You know, it’s kind of cute. She’s
such a helicopter mom.

TARA
After everything - can you blame
her?

She sighs in defeat.

TARA (CONT'D)
She’s gonna kill me when she finds
out.
 15.

MINDY
Relax, she won’t. My mom would too
and I mean, at least we’d go down
together.

She throws an arm around Tara’s shoulders. The two give each
other a wide smile as they start toward her car.

ANGLE ON: Sidney. She watches from the doorway with her own
smile. She seems genuinely happy as she watches the girls
drive off.

Her face falls at the sound of sirens close behind. A worried

glance down the street as sheriff’s vehicles haul ass.

Her face says it all: “What was that about?”

OVER: The loud sirens. As slowly, but surely, they rise into
music.

SNAP TO:

INT. BATHROOM - MORNING

A disgusting, dingy bathroom. Grafitti on the walls, stains

on the ground. The crappy, old-school music plays over the
scene as we move to a sink.

The faucet runs water as a woman stands there, splashing

water on her face.

A noticeable bottle of pills sits on top of the sink as the

figure looks up into the mirror to reveal...

SAM CARPENTER (24). Beautiful. Dark circles under her eyes. A

troubled young lady with a lot on her plate.

She wears a “BOB’S BIG LANES” uniform and running mascara.

Staring the pill bottle down as...

Knock. Knock.

Sam frowns, gives an eye roll as she takes two pills from the
bottle and downs them between beating on the door.

And out the door she goes, stuffing the bottle of pills in
her back pocket as she does.

INT. BOB’S BIG LANES - CONTINUOUS

It’s... Just as dingy.

 16.

A row rent bowling alley that seems to be filled with the

dregs of society.

Sam keeps her head down. Tries to zig-zag through customers

until she finds the person she’s looking for:

RICHIE KIRSCH (25). A charming, handsome “good” guy. His

happy-go-lucky nature seems almost out of place.

He’s behind a counter - MANAGEMENT shirt on.

RICHIE
Shit, Sam. You look awful.

SAM
It was a long night.

RICHIE
Must’ve been. You weren’t in bed
this morning.

Sam shrugs. Rests against the counter, and takes out her
phone.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
What’s wrong - you seem distracted.

SAM
Nothing. It’s... Nothing. Tara’s
guardian just missed our weekly
check-in.

RICHIE
Oh? Maybe she’s just busy.

SAM
Third week in a row. I’m starting
to think Tara told her to stop.

Richie looks sympathetic. He rubs her shoulders, tries to

keep her calm.
RICHIE
Just relax. She’ll call. I promise.
(Beat) Or you can... Y’know, just
call her?

SAM
She wouldn’t pick up.

Sam takes the apron waiting for her at the counter. Takes a
deep breath as she starts away from the counter.

About mid-way to her first lane there’s a beep.

 17.

Sam pulls her phone up again. “A SCREAM OVER 911 - POSSIBLE

HOMICIDE - DETAILS FORTHCOMING”. Sam frowns and notices it’s
from a “Woodsboro” news alert.

Sam frowns, moves to her contacts as she looks at TARA’S name

a moment. Her finger looms over the call button.

After several moment, she stops. Deciding against it as she

continues to approach the lane.

EXT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - FRONT ENTRANCE - MORNING

Hasn’t aged a day. Same look, same paint, same groups of

lingering students scattered around.

As we pull in closer we find CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN (18). Lovably

nerdy jock. Cinema Club’s new president.

Beside him is a nerdier looking kid with a laptop. Seated

near a Himbry bust.

Meet VINCE SCHNEIDER (18). Local blogger. A bit of an

asshole, but his charm makes it work.

CHAD
I really fucked up man...

VINCE
Nah, fuck Liv. Honestly, you dodged
a bullet.

Chad doesn’t look so sure.

VINCE (CONT'D)
Hey, off-topic. What do you think?

Vince spins the laptop around to reveal:

25TH ANNIVERSARY KICK-BACK

FRIDAY - 9PM BE THERE OR BE AFRAID
Chad grimaces as he reads the address directly under it.

CHAD
You guys are going through with it,
huh?

VINCE
What? Everyone thought it was a
good idea! Besides, someone’s gonna
do it. Why not us?
 18.

CHAD
I’m just saying. Last time teens
did this shit - we lost half the
Class of 2011.

VINCE
Don’t tell me you’re actually
afraid of Ghostface. C’mon man,
it’s been ten years. I think we’re
good.

He spins the computer back around as he keeps typing.

CHAD
Whatever, man. Just don’t cry to me
when you get shut down.

VINCE
That’s rich. You go to STAB-A-THON
every year and you’re literally
Randy’s nephew.

Ouch - Vince got him there.

VINCE (CONT'D)
Besides. Tara needs a distraction,
right?

CHAD
We’re not supposed to talk about
that.

Vince frowns - but he won’t argue about that. His eyes raised
and he closes his laptop as he notices something.

VINCE
Holy shit, is that Gale Weathers?

Chad looks just as surprised. He turns to see that it is in

fact:
GALE WEATHERS. She’s aged with grace. The pants suit and
hardened look says it all: she’s back in her element.

There’s a TOP STORY van near her. Students eye it, and her
with suspicion.

CHAD
Yikes. Sheriff Riley is gonna be
pissed.

Vince goes for his phone right away - turning on the

recording. Trying to get a good video of her arrival on
campus.
 19.

VINCE
Yeah, she’s got some real balls on
her.

Gale stares up - notices. Her eyes narrow.

INT. RILEY HOUSEHOLD - KITCHEN - MORNING

An almost empty kitchen, all with the exception of DEPUTY

JUDY HICKS. Now the woman of the house. Not exactly what she
pictured.

She’s getting herself ready for the day in uniform as another

figure enters the kitchen. Eyes glued to their phone...

This is WES HICKS (18). A hardcore movie nerd. A little on

the intense and rebellious side.

HICKS
You have a ride today?

WES
Covered as usual. Mindy and Tara
are swinging by.

Hicks leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek. Wes isn’t
vibing. He looks at the video of Gale curiously.

WES (CONT'D)
I can’t believe she actually went
through with it. I know you hate
her, but Gale Weathers has some...

HICKS
Audacity? I agree.

WES
Guts. Actually. But I mean, I see
your point too.
HICKS
Listen... I want you to be home as
early as possible tonight.

WES
Sure, no worries...

HICKS
(Sure he’s not listening)
Wes... I’m serious. Something
happened this morning. Dewey needs
all hands on deck.
 20.

Wes perks up, vaguely interested now.

WES
What kind of something?

HICKS
Nothing you need to worry about.

Wes gets a ping “Almost there.” He just shrugs.

WES
Well, can’t be anything too
serious. It’d be all over Instagram
otherwise.

He stalks off toward the door as Hicks tries to stop him.

HICKS
Home by 8.

WES
(Annoyed)
I’ll even make it 7:30 for your
sake.

As he disappears the sound of his front door closing only

leaves Hicks to quietly sigh.

EXT. WOODSBORO - SUBURBS - CONTINUOUS

Wes steps out, eyes still focused on the video and commentary
by Vince himself when...

He’s interrupted by a honk. Upturning his head as Mindy and

Tara immediately pull up.

MINDY
Hurry up, we’re gonna be late.

WES
Well - it’s official. Gale Weathers
has touched down in Woodsboro.

ON: Mindy’s grimace. She’s tired of hearing this shit

already.

MINDY
You’re late to the party. No
melodrama allowed in my car.

WES
Alright, cool. (Gets in) So, I saw
Halloween Kills last night.
 21.

TARA
I thought you were strictly
streaming now?

WES
Duh. Peacock had it.

TARA
Was it any good?

WES
Eh. Mediocre. But at least it was
better than the last one.

MINDY
How many of those are they even
going to pop out? Jamie Lee Curtis
has one foot in the grave by now.

Wes gasps, gives her a light slap on the shoulder.

WES
Never disrespect the queen.

Mindy rolls her eyes and straightens her mirror as they drive
off.

WES (CONT'D)
So, not to be nosy or anything...

MINDY
But you are.

WES
- Are you and Amber talking again?
Because I can’t really keep up with
this on-again, off-again shit.

TARA
It’s... Complicated. I don’t know.
I told her we’d go out tonight.
Wes side-eyes Tara in surprise.

WES
You’re more forgiving than me. That
last break-up was cold...

MINDY
Yeah, but she’s getting laid, and
you’re not. So what does that tell
you?
 22.

WES
Who says I’m not getting laid?

Mindy glares daggers at Wes. Tara gets excited.

TARA
Wait, you met someone? What’s their
name!?

Silence lingers over the car. Tara eyes Mindy one way, then
Wes the other.

TARA (CONT'D)
Holy shit.

MINDY
That was a mistake...

TARA
(RE: Wes)
Holy shit. Vince is going to murder
you. (Beat, RE: Mindy’s look) What,
I think it’s cute! In that cheesy,
coming-of-age -.

MINDY
You can both shut up. The walk of
shame this morning was bad enough.

Tara laughs, she stares out the passengers side as she

notices: MASKS. Hanging from lamp posts. Same as every year.

Then near the town square:

25 YEARS - WE WILL NEVER FORGET

In big bold letters on a banner. We catch sight of some

familiar faces from the classes of 1996 and 2010 on the
banner.

WES
I see Chad was busy before he saw
Liv last night.

MINDY
“We will never forget.” What a load
of horseshit.

Tara just watches it all in silence. But ANGLE ON HER as they

pass a singular memorial:

Near the town fountain.

Flowers. Bears. Balloons. The works.

 23.

A single picture rests against a post of a beautiful girl. No

older than 17. A plaque underneath it reads:

FRANCIS PARKER
2003-2020

Linger on Tara’s crestfallen expression.

INT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS

And an exchange.

Money for... Test answers. Could be worse. But still pull up

to reveal the holder is AMBER FREEMAN (18). A bit of a
troublemaker. Protective and dependable.

She carefully counts the cash, then thumbs for the girl she’s
dealing with to leave. Sets her backpack down and starts to
pack back up.

On her: as she exits the bathroom into.

INT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - HALWAY - CONTINUOUS

The sea of kids is starting to grow. Anticipating the first

bell. Amber is quick to duck around a few kids before...

A figure steps in front of her. Startles her.

It’s MARTHA MEEKS-MARTIN. Woodsboro High Principal. Takes her

job seriously, but is looser than the kids think.

She’s holding the test answers in her hand.

MARTHA
Really, Amber?

AMBER
What? That wasn’t me.

MARTHA
Really? Because Cassidy Fisher says
otherwise.

Amber rolls her eyes, tries to keep her composure but already
done with this conversation.

AMBER
Cassidy Fisher also has a drug
problem. She probably stole them
herself.
 24.

MARTHA
How would you know?

AMBER
Most of the school does, Principal
Meeks. (Beat; Amused) Except you, I
guess. But that’s none of my
business.

Amber steps around her. Martha looks flustered - can’t prove

she did it.

MARTHA
I’m still going to need to see you
in my office.

AMBER
No shit. I know the way. Thanks.

Her text notification goes off. She opens it: “WESTY’S AFTER
SCHOOL?”. Amber gives a smirk. Texts back: “WOULDN’T MISS
IT.”

She’s about to hang up when another notification beeps in. An

“Air Drop”. Amber frowns now, leaning against a locker as she
opens the video file:

ON LIV’S MURDER.

From a camera POV. She’s being viciously hacked at. Her

screams echo through the hallway.

They’re soon joined by others. Amber stares up, stunned as we

realize the entire school has gotten the file. If they
haven’t - they’re gathering around their friends who have.

Martha’s face falters - she searches the sea of students.

AMBER (CONT'D)
Holy shit.
MARTHA
Everyone... To class! Immediately!

She begins to try to direct the traffic of panicking kids.

None of whom can believe this is happening. After a moment,
Amber is forced to move and...

A camera flash envelops us as...

 25.

INT. MCKENZIE HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINOUS

We’re back on FARNEY’S CORPSE. Being photographed by a

coroner.

Still hanging from the back porch. Blood pours from the
gaping wound in his neck as responding officers work to cut
him down.

Observing the scene is Sheriff DEWEY RILEY. Full grown beard

now, more weathered in appearance. He’s carrying more scars
than he’d like to admit.

He removes his hat in despair as he attempts to move away

from the scene.

ANGLE ON: A body bag being zipped up nearby.

Off to the side: A deputy is whispering between himself and

another.

She eyes Dewey quietly from her position for several moments
before approaching.

DEPUTY
I can’t believe this is
happening...

Dewey shakes his head in disbelief.

DEWEY
This had to be planned... No one
takes out a cop that easily.

DEPUTY
No need to cry wolf too easily.

DEWEY
They hung Lee up by his
intestines'.

Dewey’s vacant look says it all: he definitely doesn’t

believe this was isolated.

DEWEY (CONT'D)
Keep cameras as far away as
possible.

DEPUTY
Should we cancel STAB-A-THON?
 26.

DEWEY
Not yet. Wait ‘til tonight. Do it
now and the whole town will be on
a manhunt.

A cop enters through the nearby doorway carrying an evidence

bag.

COP
Sheriff... We found something you
might wanna see.

As Dewey turns, he notices what’s in the bag immediately: a

message. Francis’ face again. The exact same picture as in
the town square:

I WON’T STOP

Is written in red ink.

Dewey’s eyes lift to acknowledge the cop, then Hicks.

DEWEY
Get Sid on the line...

Keep on his expression as another cop holds out his phone.

COP
A little late for that... We just
got a call from the school. It’s
all over the internet, Sheriff.

Dewey turns around - stupefied.

SNAP TO:

INT. BOB’S BIG LANES - MINUTES LATER

And back to SAM.

She’s just leaving a table with their nachos and crossing

over toward another when:

GALE (V.O.)
For those just tuning in. We’ve
just gotten word from panicked
students at local Woodsboro High
that a video has leaked containing
a reportedly gruesome attack on a
fellow student...

Sam stops her stride toward the table short. Stares up to

indeed find that GALE is on TV. Reporting.
 27.

SAM
Richie, turn it up.

Richie stares at her from behind the counter before reaching

for a controller. He turns it up as Gale’s voice grows louder
-

GALE
This matches earlier reports of a
possible double homicide in the
area. Though we currently don’t
officially know the names of the
victims. Sources close to us
believe they occurred early last
night at the home of Ronald and
Sarah McKenzie.

Sam drops her tray. “Shit.” She’s already pulling her apron
off as she rushes to the exit. Richie stops what he’s doing
to as he takes notice.

RICHIE
Sam?

He hops over the counter as Sam pushes her way outside in a

panic.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
Sam!? What’s going on? What’s
wrong?

As they rush outside, turn around slowly to reveal...

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

SIDNEY.

Standing in the living room. Dumbstruck. Hands covering her

mouth as Gale continues...
Sidney immediately drowns the rest out... She crosses over to
the...

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

She goes for her cell phone on the counter.

Pulls open one drawer to check. A gun is hidden underneath.

Double checks. There and loaded.

Goes to her alarm system - arms it.

 28.

Just in time for her phone to come to life: DEWEY lights up

the screen. She answers.

SIDNEY
Please tell me this is someone’s
idea of a sick joke...

She moves quickly to the side, off-camera. As we move back

around to -

INT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - CLASSROOM - SOON AFTER

The whole class (homeroom) is in upheaval and disbelief. Some

kids are just NOW watching the video as we find Tara, Wes,
Mindy, and Chad in the chaos.

Chad isn’t speaking. He’s just staring off into the distance.

MINDY
Chad? Bro, are you still with me?

CHAD
I was just with her last night...
Not even like, an hour before.

WES
Don’t say that too loud.

CHAD
Man, fuck you! I wouldn’t put a
hand on Liv. I loved her. (Broken)
I loved her.

Tara reaches a hand out and rubs Chad’s back.

TARA
Think they’ll be able to trace the
leak?

WES
Hard to tell these days. Anyone can
reroute their IP these days.

MINDY
I just hope it’s a sick joke. I
mean come on, someone pulls some
shit every year on anniversary
week.

CHAD
Liv wasn’t that kind of person...
 29.

WES
Mom went out early this morning -
no way was it for a prank.

The group turns as the intercom screeches to life.

MARTHA (V.O.)
Hello students. I am so sorry to
come to you this morning in light
of this horrible tragedy...

Silence. Everyone in class is listening for what comes next.

MARTHA (V.O.)
In light of recent events. School
will be ending early at one o’clock
today. In order for police to
conduct formal interviews...

CHAD
Interviews? Is mom fucking serious?

TARA
Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Charlie
Walker... Jill Roberts.

The kids all look over at her as Martha continues the

announcement.

TARA (CONT'D)
They all went here, right? Let’s
face it. Our school has an
unhealthy habit of producing serial
killers.

WES
This is unreal. Who would want Liv
dead?

The door opens off to the side of the classroom. A deputy

opens the door.
DEPUTY
Tara Carpenter?

Tara frowns, she gets up from her desk and shoots the others
a look before stepping out...

DEWEY (V.O.)
(Pre-lap)
Sorry you had to be first... But
let’s face it. You and Sid are
living in the same house.
 30.

INT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - EMPTY CLASSROOM - MINUTES LATER

Tara is seated in what appears to be the old CINEMA CLUB

digs. The posters line the wall, now joined by newer films
like HALLOWEEN, CANDYMAN, STAB 8: RETURN TO WOODSBORO, and
the like.

She’s sitting very informal, chair turned around. Elbow

leaning on the top.

Dewey is standing in front of her with a couple of deputies

on either side. He’s finishing off her interview. Or so it
appears.

DEWEY
I think that’s all for now, Tara.
Thank you.

TARA
I hope you catch the son of a
bitch.

She gets up and grabs her backpack. As she makes her way to
the door and opens it, she’s surprised to find GALE at the
door.

She stands there - super awkward.

TARA (CONT'D)
Sorry.

She moves around Gale, trying to keep her distance as Gale

steps inside.

GALE
(RE: Dewey)
Was that Cynthia Carpenter’s
daughter? She’s sure grown up.

DEWEY
What are you doing here, Gale?
GALE
Well, it’s nice to see you too.

Dewey keeps a formal look on his face, arms crossed. Not

having it.

GALE (CONT'D)
What do you want from me? I tried
to diffuse the situation.
 31.

DEWEY
You being here is not diffusing the
situation.

GALE
(Defensive)
Everyone’s still mad at me for
leaving, huh?

DEWEY
That sort of happens when you ride
the co-tails of another hometown
tragedy.

GALE
Can you blame me? (Beat) Oh, come
on Dewey. Get real. I had to take
the job in LA - it was a once in a
lifetime opportunity.

DEWEY
And yet here you are, back to Top
Story. We see how that worked out.

GALE
And what about you? Deputy Lemon
Squares still treating you well?

Dewey side-eyes Gale, a stern glare.

GALE (CONT'D)
So...

Gale reaches for a students file as she sits herself down on

the desk.

GALE (CONT'D)
Who’s the next interview, sheriff?

DEWEY
Nice try. This is a closed
investigation.

GALE
Oh, I was so hoping we’d go down
this road again.

DEWEY
Gale...

GALE
Did you even look over the video,
yet? See if you can trace an IP?
Anything?
 32.

Dewey is fused.

DEWEY
They’re working on it.

GALE
Don’t bother. The IP’s coming from
somewhere in Russia.

Gale throws down her own sheet of data down on the desk,
definitely smug. She gets up from the desk.

GALE (CONT'D)
You know where to find me. My next
segments in ten minutes...
Gale redoes her hair a little and starts to exit herself.
Dewey turns his head.

DEWEY
Gale...

She stops, turns her head to look his way.

DEWEY (CONT'D)
It is... Good to see you, I mean.

Gale just smirks and exits stage left. “Of course it is.”

SNAP TO:

INT. WOODSBORO CITY LIMITS - AFTERNOON

Focus on a “WOODSBORO - 4 MILES” sign for a moment as a beat-

up car zooms past quickly. They seem to be in a hurry, almost
too much of a hurry.

INT. RICHIE’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Richie sits at the wheel - looks floored as he stares over at
Sam.

RICHIE
Woodsboro? Seriously? You’re
from... Woodsboro.

SAM
It’s not exactly something I
advertise, OK? Not really proud of
it...
 33.

Richie shrugs “fair enough”. Sam immediately digs into the

glove compartment for a cigarette.

RICHIE
I thought you quit?

SAM
Look. There’s two ways I’m getting
myself through this. Either
cigarettes. Or beer.

RICHIE
You didn’t have to come. We could
have made a phone call.

SAM
(Beat)
I promised myself if anything else
happened, I’d be there for her. I
swore on my mom’s own damn grave.

Richie frowns. He hesitates a moment.

RICHIE
What... Exactly happened between
the two of you anyway?

SAM
Shit, what didn’t happen is the
better question.

Sam rolls down the window and takes a drag of her cigarette.
After a moment, she looks back at Richie.

SAM (CONT'D)
Look, when I left... A couple of
years ago. Tara was left alone with
my dad.

RICHIE
Right. Drunk piece of shit. I
remember.

SAM
Dad ran out sometime last year, and
Tara... She got a little... There
was an... Accident. Tara tried to
get a hold of me but...

Richie nods along, starting to get where she’s going with

this. Sam takes a deep breath.
 34.

SAM (CONT'D)
I needed to work on myself. No one
can blame me, right?

RICHIE
But you left her alone. And she’s
pissed.

SAM
She wasn’t alone. A friend of my
mom went to take care of her.

RICHIE
The mysterious “guardian”.

SAM
Yeah, about that. Full disclosure:
it’s Sidney Prescott.

Richie looks dumbfounded. Say what?

RICHIE
Sidney Prescott? Like the Sidney
Prescott?

SAM
(”Yeah”)
Mom was away having me when the
murders happened. She and Sid were
really close.

RICHIE
Fuck. No wonder you want to go
back. Your sister’s like, right in
that killer’s path.

SAM
Exactly.

She stares up at the next sign: “WOODSBORO: 2 MILES”. Sam

turns to Richie - he looks a little disturbed.
SAM (CONT'D)
Are we good?

RICHIE
I mean. I feel like you’ve been
keeping a lot from me.

SAM
You didn’t have to come.
 35.

RICHIE
Like hell. Of course I was coming.
I just... Need time to process.

Sam sits there, not sure what to think of that. But watching
the road go by nervously.

EXT. WESTY’S - PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON

A small diner closer to the edge of town.

It looks older, maybe a little rundown. But still has that

“vintage” cool style that makes it pop.

INT. WESTY’S - DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

It’s mostly empty.

Classic music plays from a jukebox off to the side as we make

a slow crawl toward the back of the diner. We find TARA.
Checking her phone silently.

She crosses her arms. Disappointment in her eyes.

Tara goes for her backpack after a moment before...

AMBER (V.O.)
I’m so sorry! I know I’m late...

Tara turns to see that AMBER is on her way. Seems to be in a

hurry.

AMBER
Holy shit. They just had to do my
interview last!

TARA
I’ve been sitting here half an
hour.

Tara hesitates a moment. But finally sets her stuff back

down. Amber shifts into her seat.

AMBER
Look. I know I promised I’d be more
present. And I meant that...

TARA
(Eyes her)
I know. I want to believe you.
Really. It’s just...
 36.

AMBER
Trust issues, I get it.

Tara gives a small smile - charmed. But definitely on her

guard.

TARA
But last night, that was fun.
Really. I haven’t seen that side of
you in a long time.

AMBER
You’re not the only one that’s been
going through a lot of shit this
year. (Beat) But I’m doing better
now. Much better.

Amber reaches forward to take both of Tara’s hands. A big

smile on her face.

TARA
Right, sorry. I get it. I do... I’m
glad you came.

AMBER
Me too.

Tara holds her hands for a moment before letting go and

getting up from the table.

TARA
Hey, I have to use the restroom.
Order a chocolate shake for me?

AMBER
Two straws. I know.

Tara smirks, she steps into the bathroom carefully.

INT. WESTY’S - RESTROOM - MINUTES LATER

A flush.

Tara is stepping out of a stall and trying to compose

herself. Trying not to look too bubbly. But failing. Clearly
very happy.

She sets her purse down on the counter. Goes to wash up when -

Vibration.

Tara turns her head to the phone she placed beside it, just
answers.
 37.

TARA
Uhhh... Hello?

MAN’S VOICE
Hello, Tara.

Tara steels her composure. Oh great.

TARA
OK. Not funny.

MAN’S VOICE
What isn’t?

TARA
The voice. Wes, if this is you I’m
really over this shit today, OK?

Tara looks frustrated.

MAN’S VOICE
What if I told you I wasn’t Wes?

TARA
(Eye roll)
Good one. I haven’t heard that
before.

MAN’S VOICE
C’mon, humor me. I promise I won’t
keep you long.

TARA
I don’t do these calls, Wes. I get
enough of them at home.

MAN’S VOICE
Maybe you do. But those are for
Sidney, and I only want to talk to
you.

TARA
Then drop the fucking voice!

MAN’S VOICE
Maybe I like this one better.

Tara shakes her head, getting fed up.

TARA
Alright, I’m bored and hanging up.

Tara’s about to hang up when...

 38.

MAN’S VOICE
Do you ever think about her,
Tara...?

Tara stops. What was that?

ANGLE ON: Behind her. In one of the stalls a pair of black

boots drop. Followed by the hem of a robe.

TARA
Think about who?

MAN’S VOICE
It’s amazing how sorry everyone
feels for you, all things
considered. You’re the one who
ruined so many lives.

TARA
Fuck you!

MAN’S VOICE
Poor Francis never stood a chance.
Not with your track record of fuck-
ups.

TARA
Wes...

MAN’S VOICE
Save your breath. I’m not Wes.

TARA
Then who the fuck are you?

MAN’S VOICE
The voice inside your head that
never quite went away... Your
guilty conscious back with a
vengeance.

Tara snaps - she’s had enough of this shit.

TARA
I’m calling the cops.

MAN’S VOICE
If you hang up on me, you’ll wish
you died in that fucking
“accident”.

BEAT. Tara looks completely disgusted. Maybe even scared.

 39.

TARA
Fuck you. I’m done with this.

Tara hangs up, disgusted.

Rattle. Rattle.

Tara stops, turns her head after a moment when...

GHOSTFACE bursts through the stall behind her.

Tara’s eyes bulge, she screams as Ghostface takes a swipe of

the knife. She dodges as the blade hits the wall beside her.

TARA (CONT'D)
Fuck, somebody help me!
She rushes down the rows of bathroom stalls and throws one
open in Ghostface’s face. Knocking him down violently before
placing a kick at his head for good measure.

Tara bolts for the door to the bathroom at breakneck speed.

Ghostface gathering his bearings just in time to get back up
and give chase...

INT. WESTY’S - DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Tara bursts into the dining room. Amber’s GONE. Ghostface is

right behind her - goes straight for a violent strike at her
back as she screams!

TARA
Mother fucker!

She turns around and tries to fight back as Ghostface

violently knocks her to the ground. The two struggle with the
knife.

Tara’s eyes travel one way, then the other. Where is

everybody!?
The music in the background thuds. And sounds from the
kitchen answer the question.

Ghostface throws his head against Tara’s. It dazes her long

enough for him to attempt a strike. But he doesn’t see the
right hook that Tara throws coming!

She kicks out with all of her might. Staggering to her feet
and running as quickly as she can.

TARA (CONT'D)
Help me! PLEASE!
 40.

Ghostface attempts another strike at her. Barely missing a

stab into her arm as Tara leaps over the counter.

The blade catches her arm. Ripping the seam of her jacket and
causing her to bleed more.

Ghostface swings for her violently. But Tara goes for a

nearby glass and CHUCKS it. It smashes against his head and
knocks him down.

Giving her enough time to sprint and push her way through the
double doors into THE KITCHEN.

INT. WESTY’S - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Also EMPTY.

But just ahead several feet she notices the back door. It’s
closed but there are clearly EMPLOYEES visible through the
glass.

Tara descends further into the kitchen as Ghostface kicks

open the doors.

She dives behind a counter. Grabbing a nearby knife as she

does. She crouches there, shaking as Ghostface lingers
inside, the masked killer moves methodically, taking his
time.

Tara scoots along as she carefully turns her head around the
corner. Takes deep breaths.

There’s no sign of Ghostface now...

She frowns, eyebrows furrowing.

Then he bursts out from behind her. Tara swings her knife
blindly, completely freaks. But takes off running. Full
speed.

Ghostface doesn’t see the knife coming. He dodges the swings

and doesn’t have the chance to get his bearings before she’s
out the door and...

EXT. WESTY’S - PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS

She rushes into a group of employees workers and AMBER.

EMPLOYEE
What the fuck?
 41.

AMBER
Holy shit! Tara, you’re bleeding!

TARA
He’s in there! Fuck! Someone in a
Ghostface mask!

Two male employees are quick to slam the door back open.
Amber holds Tara and pulls her back...

But when it’s open - Ghostface is already gone.

Tara looks horrified. But not surprised. Another employee

quickly gets on the phone with the cops.

TIME LAPSE:

Westy’s is now a CRIME SCENE.

Cops, EMTS, reporters, the works. Members of the community,

armed with phones are off to the side - going on Facebook
Live. Their Twitters. Whatever they can stream to.

Hicks holds her hands up to the crowd - trying to dispel the

chaos.

HICKS
Alright! Give them their space!
This is an active crime scene,
everyone should go home...

ONLOOKER
Is it true!? Ghostface is back!?

ONLOOKER #2
Was it Sidney Prescott!? I hear she
was attacked!

Hicks continues to dry to diffuse the situation as we pull

toward TARA. Being looked over by paramedics. Dewey stands by
asking questions as...

SIDNEY

Breaks through the group.

SIDNEY
Tara, thank God!

TARA
Sid!

Sidney takes Tara in her arms - relief in her eyes.

Definitely feared the worst.
 42.

SIDNEY
Jesus, Dewey. What happened?

DEWEY
That’s what we’re trying to figure
out. According to Tara she was
ambushed on a date....

Amber raises her hand from her seat on the ambulance.

AMBER
It was my fault, Ms. Prescott. The
staff were going out for a smoke
break... They offered me one. Just
fuck. We stepped away for five
minutes.

SIDNEY
Didn’t get an ID on them, did they?

DEWEY
Unfortunately. Two of my deputies
went down to question Vince Davis,
but they couldn’t find his phone
anywhere. He was with his mom this
afternoon, she verified.

TARA
Someone tried to pin it on Vince...

SIDNEY
(”Correction”)
Someone wanted to make sure you
answered the phone.

Sidney eyes Dewey quietly. Then motions for Tara to move.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
C’mon, let’s get you home.

As Tara starts to walk off, Dewey looks Sidney dead in the

eyes.

DEWEY
Stay safe, Sid.

SIDNEY
Always do.

As she stalks off with Tara and Amber in-toe he watches,

silently, uncertainly.

SNAP TO:
 43.

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - KITCHEN - EVENING

Sidney is just getting off the phone, taking a deep breath as

she lifts her head.

SIDNEY
Pizza should be here soon. Are you
staying, Amber?

As if on cue - Amber pops up in the doorway.

AMBER
The real question is... Can I stay?
(Beat) I know you’ve never been my
biggest fan. What were the words
you used last time? “Bad
influence”?

SIDNEY
Right now, I think Tara could use
all the friends she can get.

AMBER
Oh - she didn’t tell you? She’s
giving me a second chance.

Sidney raises her eyebrows - she’s definitely surprised to

hear that. And her face says it all: she doesn’t approve.

She’s about to answer when the doorbell rings.

SIDNEY
Hold that thought...

Sidney exits to get the door. Taking a sharp knife on the

block - just in case.

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

She approaches the door with great caution. Tense, definitely

ready for anything, but opens the door to -

SAM

Mid-knock. Wide-eyed at the knife. And throwing her hands up.

SIDNEY
(Shock)
Sam?

SAM
I come in peace...?
 44.

Sidney opens her mouth to speak, but after a moment stops

short.

SAM (CONT'D)
Can I come in?

SIDNEY
Um... This probably isn’t a good
time.

SAM
Not a good time? According to the
news it’s a great time... (Beat) Is
she OK?

SIDNEY
She’s resting.

Sidney takes a step out onto...

EXT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - PORCH - CONTINUOUS

The two stare at each other while Richie stands leaning

against one of the posts. Sidney takes a deep breath.

RICHIE
Uh... Hi, Ms. Prescott. I’m Richie,
Sam’s...

SIDNEY
Boyfriend. I know, I’ve heard a
lot.

Awkward silence lingers between the three of them. Richie

tries to break it.

RICHIE
This might be a bad time to say it.
But I love your books... Out of
Darkness, especially. You’re kind
of a badass.

SIDNEY
(Smiles; Trying)
I really appreciate that. (Beat)
Look, I’m not saying I don’t want
you to see her. But there’s a
reason I haven’t been calling you
as much.
 45.

SAM
Care to enlighten me? Because I’m
freaking... Her attack is all over
the internet. And then Liv?

Sidney’s gaze softens - she looks ready to respond when...

TARA (O.S.)
What the fuck are you doing here?

Too late. Sidney frowns, this is what she’s avoiding. Sam

tries to force a smile as Tara steps into view.

SAM
Tara -.

TARA
Get out. (Beat) Get the hell out
right now.

SAM
Excuse me?

TARA
You can’t just... Show up.
Seriously? This is what it takes? I
nearly get shishkabobed and that
finally warrants a visit? A phone
call?

OUCH. Sam looks uncomfortable. Richie looks like he’s feeling

truly awkward.

TARA (CONT'D)
Seriously, you talk to Sidney all
the time. But when was the last
time -.

SAM
Tara, I get it... I promised I’d
come by more often -.
TARA
You promised you’d come by at all.
My accident. When dad decided to
fucking walk out...

SIDNEY
(Soft)
Tara...

TARA
Well, guess what? I don’t care
anymore.
(MORE)
 46.

TARA (CONT'D)
So you can pack back up and go back
to LA. Or wherever the hell you are
these days.

And that’s that. Not even a hint of a fuck to give. Tara

steps inside and slams the door shut.

Welcome back to the awkward silence.

SAM
That was intense...

SIDNEY
She’s been going through a lot.
Between Francis and this... I know
you want to help. But she’s still
angry, Sam.

SAM
I don’t know what’s more screwed
up. That she still blames me. Or
that she’s not wrong...

Sidney appears to feel bad at Sam’s crestfallen look.

SIDNEY
... Give her a little bit to cool
off. I’ll talk to her. Maybe you
can come by tomorrow?

Sam smiles - appreciative but not betting on it.

SAM
Thanks, Sid.

After a moment - they give each other an awkward hug. When

Sam releases.

SAM (CONT'D)
It’s good to see you.
SIDNEY
You too. Go to the Doubletree down
the road. Tell them I sent you -
they’ll cut you a deal. I know the
owner.

Sidney steps back into the house - giving a nod to a still

awkward Richie as Amber steps out. Ready to go.

She stops as she sees Sam. The two eye each other.
 47.

AMBER
Well, look who finally decided to
show up. Better late than never, I
guess.

She keeps her glare on Sam. The look on her face says it all -
she doesn’t like Amber that much either.

SAM
We can talk about her tomorrow
too...

Sidney shrugs before stepping inside as Sam and Richie are

left on the porch.

EXT. WOODSOBORO VIDEO - NIGHT

EST SHOT:

The old video store.

Barely up and running these days. It’s falling apart and has
a “GOING OUT OF BUSINESS” sale sign up. Showing that it’s
fallen on hard times.

Also note a rebranding: “RANDY’S RENTALS”.

INT. RANDY’S RENTALS - STORE FLOOR - CONTINUOUS

Inside things seem to be ending for the night. HALLOWEEN 2018

plays overhead on multiple screens as CHAD makes his way down
the aisles. He has a “manager” nametag, no surprise.

He makes his way through the aisles with a clipboard marked

“inventory” and a bored expression on his face.

Ring! Chad rolls his eyes, checks his phone. “Oh”.

CHAD
What do you want, Mindy?

MINDY (V.O.)
Relax. I just wanted to make sure
you’re good. It’s past closing. Mom
and I are getting worried...

Chad sighs quietly.

CHAD
Of course I’m not fucking OK. I
feel like my heart’s been ripped
the hell out.
 48.

MINDY (V.O.)
I know you’re not talking to me
like that.

CHAD
How do you want me to talk? Do I
need to fucking repeat myself?

MINDY (V.O.)
Chad...

Chad leans against the counter. Realizes how messed up he

sounds.

CHAD
... Yeah. Maybe it’s time I go
home.

MINDY (V.O.)
Please? You know how mom gets...
This isn’t making it any better.

CHAD
I just finished inventory. I should
be there in a half hour, tops.

Chad hangs up - takes a deep breath as he steps back. Tosses

his phone onto the counter as he climbs over it to check the
cash register.

Cue: A ringing phone. In the back.

CHAD (CONT'D)
Not getting that. (To himself;
Loud) We’re closed.

The phone keeps ringing. Chad considers for a moment - then

thinks about it.

CHAD (CONT'D)
Nope. Not gonna answer. That’s a
dumb white boy move. (Beat) This is
why you do your research, Chad.

He pulls out the cash register, throwing in his airpods to

drown out the sound of the ringing phone.

As Chad turns around to count the cash - a blurred motion in

the back goes unnoticed.

FOCUS ON: The aisles as Chad continues about his business. A

figure is slowly moving down the aisles. Stalking.
 49.

A few times Chad turns around just seconds from catching

sight. This time, his phone is the one that rings.

He clicks his pods - answers.

CHAD (CONT'D)
Mindy, will you relax? I’m just
counting the drawer.

MAN’S VOICE
I’m not -.

CHAD
Getting two seconds of my time - I
know. Goodbye now.
Chad hangs up again, not even about to entertain Ghostface -
or a prank. This time as he swings around he finally notices:

A knocked over display. Movies scattered along the ground.

CHAD (CONT'D)
What... The fuck?

Every hair on his body seems to stand on end. He puts the

drawer back - a “Forget the money” expression in his eyes.

Rather than panic, he carefully grabs his phone and hops back
over the counter. Moving for his keys to lock up.

Only to find -

GHOSTFACE

Is standing at the door. Chad’s eyes widen. Ghostface kicks

the door right into his face and knocks him on the ground.

His face says it all: “No way”.

CHAD (CONT'D)
What the fuck...?
He scrambles back and gets to his feet. Turns his head in the
other direction -

There’s TWO OF THEM.

This is not something Chad has anticipated. He stands there,

thoughtful before declaring...

CHAD (CONT'D)
Nice twist. But really ain’t a fair
fight.
 50.

The Ghostface in front of him tilts his head as Chad takes a

swing and attempts to run for it. Namely the back office.

Both Ghostface’s move with purpose down different aisles.

They aren’t even chasing - they know they have him.

Chad shakes his head, grabs onto the handle. He twists it.
SHIT. No luck. Goes for his keys and shoves the key into the
lock.

CHAD (CONT'D)
C’mon. C’mon!

It’s taking too long. Chad cusses under his breath and dodges
the strike of Ghotsface #2. His knife lodges into the wall.
Chad takes the back of their head and slams it into the wall.
Knocking him down. “Fuck yeah.”

Ghostface #1 attempts to charge him but he takes a sharp left

turn. Rushing around the other aisle and sprinting for the
front door.

He slides across the floor as he dodges the swipe of

Ghostface #1’s knife. Shoving himself against the door but
it’s too late -

SLICE!

Ghostface strikes him in the back. Chad’s eyes bulge. He

crashes against the door and falls forward.

Out into...

EXT. RANDY’S RENTALS - PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS

Blood pools out around him.

He’s cursing under his breath as Ghostface #2 comes out a

side door. Chad groans in pain, shaking his head.
CHAD
Fuck... Fuck...

He fumbles to his feet but another sink of the blade into his
back shocks him. Chad screams!

Ghostface #2 awaits his turn. Shoving their blade deep into

his stomach. Chad chokes out. Sliding off the blade as he
staggers back.

CHAD (CONT'D)
Stop! PLEASE! Stop!
 51.

Another swipe deep into his back. Then another in his

stomach. Over and over again as the two take turns and
pleasure.

By the time they’re done, Chad has fallen limply into the
waiting arms of Ghostface #1.

He looks up into his mask. Mortified.

Spits blood into their mask as a final act of defiance before

he goes lifeless.

INT. RILEY HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - SAME TIME

The door opens to a familiar looking home - the same one from
Scream 4. Dewey hangs his hat up on the nearby hat rack and
groans as he hears music flooding out.

DEWEY
Wes, can you turn that down? It’s
been a long day.

Wes pokes his head out from a doorway.

WES
Mom home? (Off-Dewey’s headshake)
Good, you got company.

Dewey frowns - already knows exactly what that means. He

steps through the doorway into...

INT. RILEY HOUSEHOLD - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Gale is indeed seated at the table. Dewey doesn’t look amused

- but she just holds up a set of keys.

GALE
You really should think about
changing the locks. So this is your
fault.

WES
I’ve been telling him that since we
moved in.

DEWEY
Wes, give us a minute.

WES
It’s cool. (Beat) Hey, if you sign
my copy of the Woodsboro Murders,
I’ll even cover for mom.
 52.

GALE
Done.

Wes grins ear-to-ear. He rushes upstairs as Dewey rolls his

eyes.

GALE (CONT'D)
Your stepson’s kind of cute.

DEWEY
Judy and I aren’t married... (Beat)
And don’t tell him but we’re not
going to be either.

GALE
Shit, trouble in paradise? Batting
0 for 2, sheriff.

DEWEY
What are you doing here, Gale?

Gale smirks. Now he’s talking. She turns the laptop on the
table around to show him.

GALE
I got something in my Gmail account
that you might find interesting.

DEWEY
(Squints)
Francis Parker? Oh come on, Gale.

GALE
When were you gonna tell me about
this? That girl, Tara, right?
Killed someone last year?

DEWEY
It was an accident. An awful car
accident that wasn’t her fault...
GALE
This all still sounds awfully
familiar.

Dewey rolls his eyes - definitely not buying into this.

DEWEY
Don’t start.

GALE
A little like a Woodsboro reboot.
 53.

DEWEY
We lived through that, remember?
You still have the scars to prove
it.

GALE
I remember Jill failed. But do you
know how many of these demented
little shits message me a day?

Dewey is silent, he eyes her curiously.

GALE (CONT'D)
Jill effectively killed the STAB
franchise, even my book sales. But
we still have one hell of a
fanbase. (Beat) And they have what
Jill didn’t.

DEWEY
What?

GALE
A real motive, a real Sidney.

DEWEY
Don’t sound so excited...

Gale chews her lip - definitely can’t help but be enthused.

She’s about to speak up again when...

HICKS (O.S.)
I’d ask if you’re here for long.
But I know what you think of my
cooking.

Gale and Dewey turn to see Hicks has come home. Hella
awkward. Gale looks flustered.

GALE
Look, I’m definitely going to look
more into this. And it’d be nice if
for once, we could all be on the
same page.

Dewey hesitates. He wants to - but the look he gives Hicks

says it all. There’s definite tension in all of this.

DEWEY
I need to do this by the books,
Gale. I’m sorry. Last time we went
rogue, and this town hurt. Bad.

Gale looks defeated. Maybe even heartbroken.

 54.

GALE
Whatever. But you know I’m right.
(Steps out) My phone number’s still
the same if you come to your
senses.

As Gale steps out we hone in on her phone:

She’s in her Email. “OK. Let’s meet.”

Hicks stares at Dewey, her concerned look lingers.

HICKS (O.S.)
(Pre-lap)
I hate to agree with Gale, but she
has a point.

INT. RILEY HOUSEHOLD - BATHROOM - NIGHT

Dewey is finishing brushing his teeth. Judy, in a nightgown

but still carrying her “professional” expression leans
against the doorway.

DEWEY
What? About another reboot?

HICKS
I mean, why not. You saw what Tara
went through last year. The
Parker’s had to skip town -.

DEWEY
At some point... I just want to
believe people moved on. That we
finally won.

Dewey feels where his initial wounds were. Sighing quietly

and attempting to steel himself.

DEWEY (CONT'D)
That maybe all those kids can rest
in peace... (Strained) That maybe
Tatum can rest in peace.

HICKS
I know... Casey Becker was my
friend, remember? (Beat) Everyone
in this town lost something.

Dewey turns to look at Hicks. She gives an understanding

smile.
 55.

HICKS (CONT'D)
The way I keep their memory alive?
Is helping bring these... Psychos
to justice. (Beat) OK, so one
psycho. But I’m going two for two.

DEWEY
... I’ll look into Gale’s theory.
(Grunts) But I need to get back out
there. Calls coming in from all
around town.

HICKS
You’ve been up all day with this.
Please come to bed...
Hicks makes her way toward Dewey. She wraps her arms around
his waist and attempts to kiss his cheek.

But Dewey shakes his head.

DEWEY
I’ll sleep when I know we’ve got
him.

Hicks watches him exit.

HICKS
I love you...

The silence that follows speaks volumes. Linger on: Hicks’

own look of uncertainty.

SNAP TO:

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - TARA’S ROOM - MORNING

It’s early. Sunlight is just peeking in as Tara grabs her

backpack off her bed. Phone in her hand.
TARA
What do you mean Chad didn’t come
home last night?

Angle On: Mindy. On Facetime. She doesn’t look like she’s

gotten much sleep - driving her car.

MINDY
I don’t know. I’m fucking worried.
I covered with mom but I don’t
think she’s buying it.
 56.

TARA
Did you try calling him?

MINDY
Straight to voicemail. I don’t know
girl, I’m freaking. He wasn’t in a
good way last night.

Tara shakes her head - a notification bell rings. Mindy

frowns.

MINDY (CONT'D)
Aw, shit. He finally sent a text.

TARA
Good. What’s it say?
MINDY
“Can’t face school today, see you
at the party.” (Beat) Shit is that
still a thing?

TARA
Vince hasn’t taken the invite down
from his page.

MINDY
Are you going?

Tara thinks for a moment; should she? She stares at the open
door as if watching for Sidney.

TARA
Yeah... Amber’s picking me up
tonight.

MINDY
Shit, you’re actually calling that
back on? In the middle of this?

TARA
Look, I know you’re not Amber’s
biggest fan...

MINDY
Not even that. Psycho significant
others are like, a staple of this
shit by now, right? (Serious) The
girl went to juvie, twice!

TARA
Can we talk about this on the way
to school?
 57.

She picks up her backpack and starts out the door when the
doorbell rings. She scrunches her face - surprised. But
continues to exit.

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Sidney steps up to the front door and carefully opens it to

find -

GALE

She looks surprised. Gale looks equally surprised that she

answered.

SIDNEY
(Awkward smile)
I wondered when you’d come around.

GALE
(”Right”)
Hey, Sid. Good to see you.

They take a few steps closer, share an awkward hug. But much
more warm than before.

In the background: Tara sees. Nopes out of there as she heads

for the back door.

GALE (CONT'D)
Can I come in?

Sid hesitates, but ultimately steps aside and lets her in.

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Gale steps inside, notices the computer at a nearby table. A

few books on the shelves - none of them hers. A few of them
by Sidney.
GALE
You’re amassing quite a collection,
aren’t you?

SIDNEY
I think it helps me cope, y’know?
The more I write the less time I
spend dwelling on everything.

GALE
Well. You’re really good, if my
word means a damn anymore. (Beat)
Kinda jealous actually.
 58.

Sidney smiles - but her face grows serious.

SIDNEY
I think we both know you’re not
here to play catch-up.

Gale frowns. Fair enough.

GALE
Actually. I kind of am. I thought
about asking you what you know but,
I think I’ve put you through
enough.

Sidney’s face softens in surprise. Gale shrugs.

GALE (CONT'D)
My publicist thinks I’m getting
sentimental in my old age.

SIDNEY
“Old age”?

GALE
Please. These day’s “old age” is
anyone over thirty.

SIDNEY
So you’re really not...
Investigating? No questions?

GALE
Oh, I have a thousand questions.
And plenty of sources. But no
offense, if you ask me the story
isn’t here anymore.

Sidney knows what that means. They lock eyes.

GALE (CONT'D)
Tara’s your goddaughter, right?
SIDNEY
What are you getting at, Gale?

GALE
Dewey... Vacated Team Gale again.
And last time, I nearly ended up on
the cutting room floor, if you know
what I mean.

SIDNEY
... I don’t know.
 59.

Sidney looks skeptical. Her eyes full of intensity.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
What are you suggesting, Gale?

GALE
Let’s find and kill the son of a
bitch. (Pointed) You and me. Just
like the good old days.

Sidney reflects a moment. She turns around, deep in thought

as she finds a picture on the nearby table:

SIDNEY, TATUM, RANDY, STU, BILLY... The good old days.

She frowns silently, thinks for a long time before turning to

look at Gale.

SIDNEY
What did you have in mind...?

A triumphant smile crosses over Gale’s face.

EXT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - FRONT ENTRANCE - MORNING

School is minutes from being let in.

As Tara and Mindy make their way to the entrance, Tara trying
to keep her head down. Her eyes pull up to notice a single
figure who sticks out:

RICHIE

She stops dead in her tracks. Richie peer's over.

RICHIE
Tara -

MINDY
Who the fuck is this?
TARA
Mindy, can you give us a second?

Mindy looks skeptically his way, but after some time steps
away. Richie and Tara stare one another down.

TARA (CONT'D)
So - are you gonna tell me why
you’re here?
 60.

RICHIE
Yeah, I’m still trying to find the
right way to put things...

TARA
If it’s because of Sam, you can
save your breath. I have nothing to
say to her.

RICHIE
Just... Hear me out. (Beat; Off-her
look) Please.

Tara hesitates but rests against the wall of the school.

Richie nods his head.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
Look, you may think your sister
doesn’t care... But Sam. She feels
awful about how things worked out
between the two of you.

TARA
How would you know?

RICHIE
She was in that car... Not even ten
minutes after she got the news. She
was so worried. I’ve never seen her
so...

Tara looks down, maybe feeling a little guilty.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
Look, I know what it’s like to hold
grudges. My big sister and I... We
never really saw eye-to-eye either.
(Beat) She died when I was twelve.
And I regret every second we
fought. Every stupid grudge I held.
Damn. Sucker punch. Tara looks a little deflated.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
You don’t have to come see her. But
just... Don’t stay angry. That’s
all I’m saying. I guess.

Richie starts to walk off, feeling awkward. It takes a

moment, but Tara mentions.

TARA
I have free period at 10:00.
 61.

RICHIE
(Stops; Smiles)
I’ll be here to pick you up.

TARA
Just don’t get your expectations
too high.

She sighs and starts into the school. Leaving Richie with a
look of satisfaction.

EXT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - TRACK BLEACHERS - CONTINUOUS

Vince is sat in the stands. Keeping his eyes out for...

Gale. He smirks as she enters. His eyebrows, however, raise

when Sidney is right behind her.

Gale stops in her tracks. “Oh shit.” She rolls her eyes.

GALE
Shit, not a little kid again.

SIDNEY
Wait... Vincent Schneider is your
angle? (Beat; Off-Gale’s grimace)
Gale, he’s a gossip blogger...

Vince begins to make his way down. Frowns a little.

VINCE
I resent that. I do cover gossip,
but I fancy myself a serious
journalist.

GALE
Right... I think I’m gonna go...

Gale starts to head off when Vince responds.

VINCE
I already have a lead... If it
matters.

GALE
(Beat)
You have five minutes.

VINCE
Did my homework. (Beat) The killer
filmed with a hidden camera -
y’know, a nanny cam.
 62.

Gale and Sidney eye each other skeptically. Vince crosses his
arms.

VINCE (CONT'D)
Look, point is it takes forever to
get shit like that out here from
Amazon. So I figured, they bought
it in town.

Vince produces a sheet as he nods to the list on it.

VINCE (CONT'D)
Took a bribe, but I narrowed it
down to a few choices...

GALE
Let me see that.

VINCE
Ah, ah. That’s not how this works,
Ms. Weathers. I’m not just going to
give you my lead.

Ouch. Sidney can’t help but be amused at the look on Gale’s

face.

VINCE (CONT'D)
This whole thing will be this
year’s hottest story.

GALE
Name your price.

VINCE
We co-write the story together. Let
me in on your little investigation.
Give me and my blog airtime...

GALE
You’re a real piece of work, you
know that?
VINCE
Certainly takes one to know one.
Now do we have a deal?

Gale sputters a little, dumbfounded. Rolls her eyes.

GALE
I get the book rights.

VINCE
Done.
 63.

Sidney takes the list from his hands. Frowning as she looks
the names over.

GALE
Recognize any of the names?

SIDNEY
(Surprise)
This list has to be wrong... Reggie
Carpenter’s on this list. He hasn’t
been seen in town since -.

VINCE
Last year? I know, fucking weird,
right?

GALE
That doesn’t make any sense. Why
would he target his own daughter?

“Exactly”. Sidney is catching on.

SIDNEY
Kind of like how Billy and Stu
tried to make it look like my
dad...

GALE
(”Shit”)
I was right, someone’s trying to do
a Woodsboro remake...

VINCE
(”No”)
Reboot.

Sidney and Gale eye him curiously.

VINCE (CONT'D)
No one greenlights remakes anymore.
It’s all reboots, legacy sequels...
Someone’s out to Halloween 2018 the
STAB movies.

SIDNEY
What’s the difference?

VINCE
Reboots don’t usually fail. Which
means the killer’s smarter than
Jill. And probably one step ahead
of us already...
 64.

The lingering implications hang over all of their heads.

Vince stands up.

VINCE (CONT'D)
Which is why I have a plan. Maybe
even a good one.

He brings up the “party” invite on his phone. Sidney and Gale

look interested.

VINCE (CONT'D)
Anyone up for a trip down memory
lane?

And we finally see the location:

STU MACHER’S HOUSE

OVERLAP: A bell ringing.

INT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - HALLWAY - SOMETIME LATER

Time has passed.

Mindy is standing at her locker, collecting books slowly.

After a few moments she closes it to find Wes. She jumps
back, startled, but composes herself.

MINDY
Dammit! Don’t scare me like that.

WES
Sorry. I just, uh... We didn’t
really get a chance to talk
yesterday.

MINDY
There’s nothing to talk about. I
was drunk, it was a mistake...
Ouch. Wes looks greatly disappointed. Mindy frowns.

MINDY (CONT'D)
Look, not like that. It’s just...
Wes, you’ve been my friend since we
were in diapers.

WES
Yeah, I know.

MINDY
... And the thought of the two of
us... It’s just wrong.
 65.

WES
(Frustrated)
I guess the fact I’ve had feelings
for you since like... Freshman year
doesn’t make a difference.

Double ouch. Mindy cringes a little. Feels really bad.

MINDY
Wes, I can’t... It’s just... Look,
you’re my best guy friend. Always
have been. And I’m so happy to have
tha...

Wes walks away, dejected. Doesn’t want to hear the rest.

Mindy throws up her arms as Vince casually strolls up behind
her.

VINCE
Damn. That hurt just to look at.

MINDY
(Not even looking)
Not in the mood, Vince.

VINCE
Really, though? Wes? What does that
guy have that I don’t?

Mindy turns her head, so annoyed. Not having this

conversation.

MINDY
First of all, he can keep his dick
to himself. Thanks.

VINCE
Come on, Mindy. Even Tara is giving
Amber another chance...

MINDY
Yeah, and she’s dumb for doing it.
Face it, Vince. You fucked up.
(Turns away) I’ll see you at the
party tonight.

Vince throws up his hands in defeat himself as we slowly move

to...

INT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL - DIFFERENT HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Tara is stepping out of class to find AMBER. Amber smiles,

glowing as she throws her arm around Tara’s.
 66.

AMBER
Hey babe, what’re we up to free
period?

TARA
(Unsure)
... About that.

AMBER
What? Was it something I said?
(Beat) Come on, you know it wasn’t
me last night.

TARA
No, it’s just... I told Sam’s
boyfriend - .

AMBER
Oh, fuck no. You’re not actually
taking that bait, are you?

Amber searches Tara’s eyes. Tara tries everything to avoid

eye contact.

AMBER (CONT'D)
Tara, get real. You know Sam’s full
of shit. She always is.

TARA
Of course she is. But that doesn’t
mean I shouldn’t give her the
chance to -

AMBER
What? Screw up your life? Make a
thousand and one more excuses?
(Gets close; Concern) Tara, I love
you... The last thing I want to do
is see you get hurt.

TARA
It’s just... Five minutes. Ten
tops.

AMBER
(Still trying)
Forget Sam. I told Wes I’d help
with the last minute set up for
tonight. Y’know, since Chad bailed?

Tara is silent. Amber can already tell where this is going.

 67.

AMBER (CONT'D)
You’re thinking about bailing on
that too?

TARA
Look, if you haven’t noticed. The
guy who tried to turn me into
mincemeat is still out there...

AMBER
So what? You’re going to sit around
at home and wait for him to do it?

Tara is getting really, really annoyed. This is exactly what

she was avoiding.
TARA
Can we talk about this later?

Amber opens her mouth to argue. But after several, long

moments, she takes a deep breath. Takes hold of Tara’s hand.

AMBER
OK. But if you’re going to see
Sam... Take someone with you.

TARA
I am... I promise. Mindy’s
coming...

Mindy steps up behind her, as if on cue. Putting her hands on

Tara’s shoulders.

MINDY
She’s right. No sweat. (Beat) Let’s
get a move on girl.

Mindy moves her past Amber in a hurry.

Amber doesn’t say anything else. She just watches as the two
leave - and doesn’t look happy.
SAM (V.O.)
(Pre-lap)
You really didn’t have to come, I
wouldn’t have blamed you...

EXT. WOODSBORO TOWN CENTER - COFFEE SHOP - LATE MORNING

Sam and Tara are seated awkwardly - and alone - at an outdoor

table. Mindy and Richie just feet away, looking even more
awkward.
 68.

Tara looks at her cup of coffee like it’s the most

interesting thing on Earth.

TARA
Well, you have until I’m finished
with my latte to make it worth my
time.

SAM
... I don’t know where to start.

TARA
How about an apology? I haven’t
heard “I’m sorry.”, “What I did was
shitty.”... “I’m selfish.”

Ouch. Sam cringes. She looks insanely discouraged.

SAM
Tara, some things in life are more
complicated then -.

TARA
Then what, Sam? You left me alone
with him. Do you know what that was
like?

SAM
Tara -.

TARA
You were my big sister, you were
supposed to protect me... But no,
you had to run off to Hollywood
like -.

SAM
(Frustrated)
It wasn’t like that!

She slams a fist down on the table. Tara jumps. Mindy turns
around.

MINDY
Look, is there gonna be a problem
here? Because I have half a mind to
-.

TARA
No Mindy, I want to hear this.
Seriously...
 69.

SAM
... Dad and I had a huge fight, you
know that much. But it was just.

She looks to see the dark glare Amber is sending her. Takes a
deep breath.

SAM (CONT'D)
Look, it doesn’t matter. The point
is I am sorry the way things turned
out the way they did. (Beat) If I
could change things, believe me...
I would.

TARA
Yeah... I’m not buying the apology.
SAM
I mean it. I am sorry... What do
you want me to do, Tara? Turn back
the clock? Take it all back?
(Desperate) I’m here now. I want to
help, just... Let me back in.

Mindy turns to look at Richie. Who’s suddenly regretting his

decision to butt into this.

MINDY
Welcome to the family. It’s a
blast.

TARA
(Ignoring Mindy)
And why are you here, Sam?

SAM
What’s that supposed to mean? I’m
here because you need me...

TARA
(Laughs)
That’s... Really rich. Just
awesome. I needed you last year...
And the year before that... But
now? I’ve gotten on just fine
without you.

Tara finishes the last of her coffee. Sam looks flustered as

they both stand up.

SAM
Will you stop being so self-
centered for once?
 70.

WHAM! Tara throws a punch right across her jaw. Sam’s

floored, doesn’t go down, but is pretty close.

TARA
Come on, Mindy. We’re leaving...

ON: Tara as she goes. Doesn’t even care about the looks
everyone is giving her.

Mindy gives one of those “awkward” expressions on her face.

MINDY
I’ll uh... You got the tab right? I
thought she was uh...

She pats the table.

MINDY (CONT'D)
... Yeah.

And then she’s off too. Leaving Sam to collect herself and
try to keep things together.

INT. THE DOUBLE TREE - HOTEL ROOM - AFTERNOON

The door to a small, but “comfortable” room flies open as Sam

steps in. Pissed.

RICHIE (O.S.)
Maybe we should just go home...

Sam looks back at him - Richie doesn’t look happy.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
Look, I know you want to help, but
she’s obviously not -.

SAM
I can’t just leave her, Richie! Are
you serious right now?
RICHIE
Sam. I think it’s time to accept
that she doesn’t want anything to
do with...

SAM
Don’t finish that sentence, OK?
This isn’t about what she wants.

Sam throws herself onto the nearby bed in frustration. Richie

frowns, he slowly approaches and takes a seat beside her.
 71.

RICHIE
Maybe it should be. (Awkward) Have
you been taking your meds?

SAM
Fuck. What are you, my mom? Yes, I
took them this morning.

She stands to her feet. More frustrated than ever as Richie

carefully wraps his arms around her waist.

RICHIE
Sam. (Off-her look) Samantha. Take
a deep breath. I’m not the enemy. I
love you... I want you to be happy.

He pulls her back, Sam turns her head in surprise. Their eyes
meet.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
You can’t be happy if you’re going
to spend all this time... Worrying
over what’s out of your control.

SAM
... I’m just scared, Richie. If I
leave... I might lose everything.

RICHIE
You’ll have me. And your friends in
LA.

He leans forward, gives her a kiss on the lips. Sam manages a

smile.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
Just... Try and relax. Get your
mind off of it.

He moves her onto the bed. Sam looks at him. There’s a

momentary tension as Sam pulls him close, and kisses him
passionately.

SAM
I have a few ideas of how to... Uh,
unwind me.

Richie doesn’t say anything. He simply leans into the kiss

even more. Close in on his shirts unbuttoning, her top comes
off...

And then they move down out of sight. The moans of pleasure
filling the air as we pan around to...
 72.

INT. RILEY HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME

Wes is heading inside with a duffle bag at the ready, he’s in

a hurry but it’s all for naught - HICKS is waiting for him.

WES
Shit.

HICKS
And where exactly do you think
you’re going?

WES
Study group... Like every Fri -.

Hicks is already holding up her cell phone with the invite -

“don’t even try it”. Wes looks annoyed.

HICKS
People are dying, Wesley. Don’t you
get that?

WES
Of course I do! That’s why we’re
doing this, mom. Don’t you get it?
“Screw the Ghost”, “Throw out the
trauma”.

HICKS
Do I have to lock you in your room?

WES
I’m eighteen! I can do what I want.

Hicks stops him, definitely not having any of this.

HICKS
My house. My rules.

WES
Actually, technically, this is
Dewey’s house. (Beat; Ouch) Now if
you don’t mind...

HICKS
You’re grounded.

WES
What? Can you still even do that?

HICKS
If it keeps you in this house and
out of danger? Hell yeah, I can.
(MORE)
 73.

HICKS (CONT'D)
But just in case, I’m happy to send
a few friends down there to shut
your whole party down.

Wes throws his hands up “Really?”. As he turns around to

storm up the stairs...

HICKS (CONT'D)
Wes. I only do this because I love
you.

WES
Yeah. Sure. You pick now to start
giving a shit. (Beat) Let me guess,
now that Gale’s back in the picture
you’re done playing “house” with
Dewey?

OUCH. Hicks looks really hurt. Wes doesn’t seem to care.

HICKS
I’m your mother -.

WES
You’re barely even home.

Wes is pissed - storming up the stairs as Hicks is left

standing there, gobsmacked.

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - TARA’S ROOM - SOMTIME LATER

Tara is now standing by window, watching the world go by -

but there’s not much. Woodsboro remains a ghost town.

A knock at the door signals the entry of Sidney.

TARA
Hey.

SIDNEY
I don’t... Have to worry about you
tonight, do I?

Tara looks uncomfortable as she stares out the window. Then

turns to look at her.

TARA
Amber won’t be climbing through my
window. She’s afraid of heights.

SIDNEY
(”Right”)
You know what I mean.
 74.

TARA
It’s not like there’s a whole lot
going on anyway. STAB-A-THON was
canceled.

SIDNEY
Maybe we can make popcorn. Put in
the new Meg Ryan movie.

Tara laughs a little - Sidney just cracks a smile.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
OK. Maybe a little less cheesy.
Just no horror.

TARA
I uh... Actually, kind of have some
homework to do tonight.

Sidney’s face falls. “Oh”. Not the answer she wanted. She
nods here head.

TARA (CONT'D)
I’m sorry... Really. Normally I’d
love to I just sort of need the
distraction tonight.

SIDNEY
No... No. That totally makes sense.
I should have figured.

Tara nods her head, Sidney focuses on her, isn’t fully buying
it.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
Is there something you want to tell
me, Tara?

TARA
What? No. I just... I can’t figure
out how you take all of this so
well anymore. (Beat) If I were you
I’d be... Freaking out.

SIDNEY
Who says I’m not?

She smiles a little. Sidney takes a seat on Tara’s bed as

they look at each other.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
But a long time ago... When I was a
little older than you are now.
(MORE)
 75.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
A teacher told me something I never
forgot...

TARA
“Get caller ID”?

SIDNEY
“You’re a fighter, Sid.”

Tara pauses a little - their eyes meet. Sidney looks dead

serious.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
And no matter how bad it gets... No
matter how many of these sick fucks
find me. I’ll stay fighting...
TARA
I wish I could say the same about
me...

SIDNEY
(Honest)
Baby girl, if you only realized how
much of a fighter you really are...

Tara looks at Sidney for a moment as she stands to her feet.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
Call me if you need anything,
alright? I have to make a call...

On Sidney as she leaves: she flashes her one last smile as

Tara’s phone vibrates. Tara gets her cell phone and answers.

TARA
Hey. Yeah, I think we’re good.
(Beat) What do you mean Wes changed
the location?

Tara turns her head to the door thoughtfully before slowly

closing it.

And

SMASH TO:

EXT. RESIDENCE - NIGHT

EST. SHOT:

Music blasts. A doorbell rings.

 76.

Crane slowly down to an equally familiar location:

SIDNEY PRESCOTT’S OLD HOUSE

It’s been changed in the years since. But instantly

recognizable. Even with new paint and a few small additions.

Wes is at the front door. Waiting as it opens up to reveal

AMBER. She’s leaning against the doorframe.

AMBER
Pretty crazy how late you are to
your own party.

WES
Ha. Funny. Thank you again for
letting me throw it in this most
hallowed of horror grounds.

AMBER
You’re just lucky my parents are
out of town.

Wes steps inside to notice: almost no one else is there. Only

MINDY and a few assorted students. A few stoners. A couple of
film nerds. Maybe 8 in total.

WES
What the fuck? Where is everyone?

AMBER
Taking a massive shit in their
pants? You do know how the last two
parties in Woodsboro ended, right?

She lets Wes in - the boy seems completely dejected.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mindy is sprawled out on the couch. Watching a movie, namely

STAB. The Heather Graham opening.

From the kitchen, Tara comes in. A beer already in her hand.

WES
How did you get out so easily?

TARA
Sid stepped out to make a phone
call, you?
 77.

WES
Same. (Beat) They’re probably both
gonna kill us.

TARA
Poor choice of words, given the
circumstances. (Beat) Anyone seen
Vince? Or Chad?

Mindy shrugs.

MINDY
I’m over Chad. I’ve texted him six
times today. If he can’t even be
bothered to text back? Not my
problem.

WES
(Steps in to watch the TV)
Oh shit! You got the OG playing...

MINDY
Not my choice. Thank Amber.
Apparently it’s “tradition” in her
house.

AMBER
What? The original is a classic.
Everything else. Complete shit.

Wes takes the bottle of beer that Tara offers him. A slightly
demented grin on his face as he watches CASEY get stabbed on
screen.

WES
Oh! Damn! Right in the gut!

Tara shoots Amber a look - definitely not feeling this. Amber

shrugs.

AMBER
Let him have his own little STAB-A-
THON, it’s his “party”.

WES
You think your parents would care
if I went into the room?

AMBER
(”Ugh”)
And this is why you never get
invited over.
 78.

Amber takes Tara’s hand and leads her through an adjacent

doorway. Wes takes a seat next to Mindy.

WES
Y’know. We probably shouldn’t
really be drinking but... To hell
with it, right?

MINDY
Right... And why is that?

WES
Really? (Off-her look) Oh come on,
you’re a Meeks! You gotta know this
shit.

MINDY
Enlighten me.

Mindy doesn’t actually look interested. More like bored.

Annoyed.

WES
There are certain rules that you’re
supposed to abide by...

MINDY
In order to survive a horror movie?
Oh god, not this shit again...

Mindy is already getting to her feet. Not doing this.

WES
Wait! Come back! I was just making
small talk... I’m sorry.

MINDY
No, it’s OK. I just don’t... Yeah.
You know. Do the whole movie rule
thing. (Beat) I’m just gonna grab a
beer, you want one?

WES
Uh... I guess? Thanks.

Mindy walks off - extremely glad to be out of the

conversation. Wes looks disappointed by the short-lived
convesration.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

As Mindy walks by the front door we find VINCE in the

doorway. He looks awkward as he steps inside.
 79.

VINCE
Wow, I almost thought the text was
a prank.

MINDY
You didn’t miss much. Wes is
spouting horror talk. I’m pretty
sure Miles from Chem is throwing up
in the bathroom...

VINCE
(”Right”)
Regular Friday night in Woodsboro.

Vince steps inside with a lopsided smile. Tries to turn on

the charm.

MINDY
Nice try... I’m not even on my
first drink yet.

VINCE
It’s OK. I’m here to have fun. Blow
off steam...

MINDY
And if Ghostface strikes. All the
better for your headlines.

Vince frowns a bit, he looks at the phone that he’s hiding in

his pocket. Trying to call GALE, who isn’t picking up. Mindy
notices. Rolls her eyes.

MINDY (CONT'D)
Just don’t livestream, please? I
look like shit.

As she walks past the door Vince sighs in frustration. Takes

out his phone and listens to the voicemail before talking...

VINCE
Gale... You want to get down to the
old Prescott place. Venue’s moved.
Call me when you get this.

He hangs up and crosses the threshold. Heading in the same

direction Mindy went.

SNAP TO:
 80.

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - SAME TIME

Sidney is standing at the TV - watching TOP STORY’s coverage

of the “25TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE WOODSBORO MURDERS”. Gale,
however, is noticeably absent.

She rubs the back of her neck deep in thought as her phone
vibrates. She answers.

SIDNEY
Are you on your way?

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. GALE’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Gale is seated in the front seat - trying to keep calm as

best she can.

GALE
Of all the places these little
shits would pick tonight...

SIDNEY
I’m on my way out there too... Try
not to do anything stupid before I
get there.

GALE
Now you just sound like Dewey...
(Beat) Are you sure about this,
Sid? No one says you need to...

Sidney looks up - eyes focused on the TV screen. The familiar

faces, the names, she frowns - unyielding strength in her
eyes.

SIDNEY
I’m done running from that mask,
Gale. I’ve been afraid of it long
enough... Lost too many good people
to it. (Beat; Determined) Not this
time.

She takes the handgun from the kitchen off of the end table.
Load it. She’s ready for battle.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
Let’s catch this son of a bitch.

GALE
... See you soon.
 81.

The call ends as Sidney picks up her phone and exits the
room.

INT. CARPENTER HOUSEHOLD - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS

Sidney calmly approaches Tara’s bedroom, she stops, gives a

small knock.

SIDNEY
Tara? I’m going out for a little
bit... OK?

There’s silence. Dread washes over Sidney’s face as she

realizes what we already know.

She carefully turns the knob and pushes the door open.

ANGLE ON: Tara’s empty bedroom. The window open. Sidney

shakes her head.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
Shit!

She turns and sprints away from the open doorway as the scene
shifts to...

EXT. THE MACHER HOUSE - SAME TIME

EST SHOT:

The TURNER LANE house.

It’s the pure opposite of the well kept-up Prescott

residence. Long abandoned. The paint is chipping.

INT. GALE’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

ON: A phone screen.

Instagram. Namely Vince’s. Is pulled up. Gale scrolls and
scrolls. Clearly doesn’t fully trust him. Even as the NEW
VOICEMAIL message pops up.

Then we see why:

A PHOTO tagged just a few months before the accident. Of

VINCE and FRANCIS. Getting very cozy.

GALE
(Sotto)
Son of a bitch.
 82.

She looks up at the house and how empty it is for a moment

before stepping out.

EXT. MACHER HOUSE - FRONT YARD - CONTINUOUS

Definitely no sign of any parties. Gale stares around - feels

set up. Gale approaches the front steps and carefully checks
the door...

LOCKED.

She jiggles the handle. Pissed.

Her phone bursts to life again! “DEWEY”. Gale frowns,

answers.

GALE
Finally come to your senses?

DEWEY (O.S.)
You weren’t on Top Story tonight...
Someone else took your place, I’m
worried.

GALE
Ha. Cute. It’s sweet you still
watch. But I can take care of
myself, Dwight.

DEWEY (V.O.)
Gale -.

Gale steps up to the front windows and peers inside. Still

nobody.

GALE
Look, we both know where the real
story is, tonight. And it’s not the
twenty-fifth anniversary... So
unless you’re looking to get your
head out of your ass...

ANGLE ON: Behind Gale.

GHOSTFACE steps around the porch. His knife is poised and at

the ready to attack.

GALE (CONT'D)
Then I have a fucking lead to go
by... And a location to find...

Gale turns around just in time to see Ghostface charging up

the steps! “SHIT!”. He charges her violently as Gale screams!
 83.

Her phone clatters to the floor as she scrambles down the

steps.

DEWEY (O.S.)
GALE! GALE!?

Ghostface charges after her like a bat outta hell. But Gale
is just as fast - racing toward her car. She slams into her
drivers side door just as Ghostface crashes into her.

They strike hard, but Gale dodges it. The force of the strike
smashing a hole in the car window.

Gale curses, panicked as Ghostface rips the knife out.

Spraying glass everywhere!

She throws open the car door. Slamming it violently into

Ghostface and toppling him.

GALE
Not in this lifetime.

Gale immediately dives into her drivers side door, fumbling

for her keys. Ghostface is getting their footing but Gale
manages to slam them into the ignition.

She grins with satisfaction. But it only lasts a moment - as

she hits the gas, Ghostface clings on!

Gale is not expecting this. The killer attempts to take a

swipe through the window. Striking her across the cheek.

GALE (CONT'D)
Fuck... Dammit! Get off my fucking
car!

She tries to swerve but as they reach further, Gale loses

control of the car. Ghostface lets go and rolls but Gale
crashes as her car slams into a tree.

She slams her head forward hitting her forehead dead on.
Groaning in pain, she forces the door open and falls out onto
the ground.

Ghostface gets to his feet too. The two are staring each
other down. Gale shakes her head.

GALE (CONT'D)
I’m getting too old for this
shit...

Ghostface does - he charges Gale. Gale braces herself and

allows him to make contact. They struggle against her car.
The blade is just inches from Gale’s neck.
 84.

ON GALE: Struggling to fight the knife away - gritting her

teeth. As it inches closer something grabs her attention...

SIRENS.

And flashing red and blue lights. Gale’s expression changed

to surprise.

The Ghost is equally surprised. They watch and consider for a

moment before turning to Gale. They raise their knife...

And slam the butt of the knife into her forehead. Knocking
her out cold. They shake their head in frustration.

Ghostface turns tail and escapes into the woods surrounding

the home.

Cruisers arrive seconds later - HICKS exits one. Curses under

her breath as she rushes to Gale’s side. Checks her pulse.

HICKS
Dammit Gale. (Beat; Into Radio) We
got her, Sheriff. No sign of
Ghostface...

She gets to her feet and sees that the Macher house is also
empty. Her face falls as other cops comb the area.

HICKS (CONT'D)
Shit, there’s no sign of anybody.
Dammit, someone tipped the kids
off...

She lets go, frustrated and slamming a fist against the

ground. Stress in her eyes. Then a look of horror in the
faces of a few cops...

They gag and vomit.

Hicks gets up.

HICKS (CONT'D)
What? What’s going on!?

She rushes to catch up with her other comrades as her eyes

meet a grizzly sight:

CHAD.

He’s been strung up on the house, pinned by knives in a

crucified position to the wall. Intestines hanging out. A
Ghostface mask covering his face.

Hicks shakes her head.

 85.

HICKS (CONT'D)
Dewey... We have a major problem...

She tries to keep herself together.

EXT. DOUBLETREE - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

At the door to a room - which carefully opens to reveal SAM.

Fixing up her clothes as she sighs and checks her phone.

Behind her: We can see Richie is on the bed, watching the

25th Anniversary coverage.

Sam watches him for a moment, a smile reaches her face. Just
as ding.
Sam opens her phone. An UNKNOWN NUMBER.

A picture of TARA from behind - at the party. Sam’s face

hardens as she sees the caption.

“HOW MUCH LONGER UNTIL I SPLIT HER OPEN?”

SAM
No...

Sam springs into action. She goes straight for the end table
near the entrance to her room, grabbing the keys.

RICHIE
Sam?

SAM
Richie, stay there. I gotta go...

RICHIE
Sam, what’s going on?

Sam is already rushing toward her car, obviously having

recognized the location in the picture.
RICHIE (CONT'D)
Sam!? Sam, talk to me!

Sam gets into the drivers seat, and pulls out of their
parking space in a hurry.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - BEDROOM - NIGHT

Clearly AMBER’s.
 86.

It appears just how you’d expect. Black wall paint, grunge

band posters on the wall. Some weirder, more exotic items.

Tara and Amber are laying on the bed. Amidst a passionate

make-out session.

Tara looks distracted, Amber finally sits back and sighs.

AMBER
Are you OK?

TARA
I’m fine. (Beat; Off-her look)
Really, I am. I just feel
distracted...

Amber stares her in the eyes, sitting a little straighter

now.

AMBER
If you want, I can call off the
party... Kick everyone out.

TARA
(Smiles)
To tell you the truth, I actually
appreciate the party... I think I
needed that distraction.

AMBER
Don’t tell me this is about Sam.
(After a moment) Oh, come on, Tara.
You said it yourself, she’s a
selfish bitch.

TARA
That’s not what it’s about... Not
totally.

Amber stares at Tara, not sure what to make of it at first.

TARA (CONT'D)
All I’ve been able to think about
these last two days is Francis...

AMBER
Francis? Really?

TARA
... The killer made a point. Sam
did... Everyone did. I’m so self-
centered sometimes.

Amber listens closely as Tara stares her in the eyes.

 87.

TARA (CONT'D)
That night, Francis begged me to
let her drive... She was sober. I
was such an idiot...

AMBER
Tara, it wasn’t your fault.

TARA
It was my fault. I decided to drive
that fast. I decided to not give
two shits...

Tara shakes her head slowly. She’s trying to keep herself

calm but she’s clearly frustrated.
TARA (CONT'D)
And now Liv and that cop are
probably dead because of me...

AMBER
You don’t know that... (Cups her
hand against Tara’s cheek) Look,
it’s not like... It’s not like you
loved her, right? Accidents are
accidents.

Ouch. Tara pulls away - definitely not liking what she just
implied.

TARA
What’s that supposed to mean?

AMBER
I mean, come on. You and Francis
weren’t close or anything...

Tara’s getting up to her feet. Frustrated. Amber looks at

Tara, realization hitting her like a ton of bricks.

AMBER (CONT'D)
You loved her...

Silence. Tara and Amber sit there, as Amber looks at the back
of her head.

AMBER (CONT'D)
I’m sorry... I had no idea.

TARA
We didn’t know each other back
then.
 88.

AMBER
Look, I know... What it’s like.

Tara turns to look at Amber, a little surprised.

AMBER (CONT'D)
To fall in love with someone and
watch them... Get taken away from
you. They leave this, empty hole in
your heart that you just can’t
fill... No matter how hard you try.

Tara is quiet. She doesn’t know what to say.

AMBER (CONT'D)
I think I’m going to go check back
in on the party. Make sure Wes
isn’t breaking anything. But if you
need to talk...

They kiss one more time. Grip each others hand tightly as she
slinks away. Leaving Tara to contemplate as she turns her
head toward the clock on her nightstand:

10:00pm

Nearing the anniversary officially.

INT. SIDNEY’S CAR - CONTINUOUS

Sidney is tearing through the streets of Woodsboro, now in an

absolute panic. A look at her phone screen says it all: she’s
blowing up Tara’s phone.

Then ring!

UNKNOWN CALLER

Sidney shakes her head. Answers.

SIDNEY
If you fucking touch her...

MAN’S VOICE
(Not missing a beat)
4282 Forest Cove Lane.

Sidney slams on her brakes. Recognition fills her features.

She eyes “TURNER LANE” through her windshield. Cursing
through her teeth.
 89.

MAN’S VOICE (CONT'D)

I assume you still know the way...
(Sinister) I suggest you get here
soon, the party’s about to get
started.

The call drops. Sidney pulls a U-turn in a frenzy and floors

it.

SNAP TO:

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - MINUTES LATER

Tara makes her way down the stairs.

The front door is open, and the remainder of the “non-main”
kids are starting to move out the front door. Much to Wes’
obvious disappointment.

WES
Hey! Where’s the fire? It’s not
even midnight yet!

TARA
Party’s over already?

WES
Something going on down at Turner
Lane. (Frustrated) Think they found
a body...

Tara’s resolve falls a little - damn.

TARA
Maybe we should all call it a
night, then.

WES
Hell no. I’ve been planning this
party for weeks. And I’m gonna
enjoy it.

Tara rolls her eyes a little, but starts to walk over.

TARA
Did you see Amber come down here?

WES
Oh yeah, she headed out back. I
think.
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TARA
Thanks. (Eyes his bottle of beer)
Just, be careful OK?

She exits the foyer as we move back to...

INT. POLICE CRUISER - NIGHT

DEWEY. Riding in his car as he tries to call SIDNEY. By the

look on his face, this isn’t the first time he’s tried.

She finally answers.

DEWEY
Sid, thank God. Gale’s been
attacked! Hicks is on her way to
your old house, apparently Vincent
Schneider left a message on her
phone...

SIDNEY (V.O.)
Yeah, our Ghost-faced friend got me
up to speed. Is Gale OK?

DEWEY
She’ll live. But Sid, he left a
message on my phone. You need to
stay out of -.

Sidney doesn’t give him time to respond.

SIDNEY (V.O.)
I’m done running away Dewey... No
one else is going to die for me. Or
by that mask.

DEWEY
Sid, listen to me, I don’t think
this is about you.

There’s silence. Dewey looks frustrated.

DEWEY (CONT'D)
I’ve been doing some extra digging
today... Just listen to me. (Beat)
When Gale started to put the pieces
together, I thought she was
wrong... But, Christ, Sid. She was
right...

He starts to pull up a file of some sort on his phone,

texting it her way.
 91.

SIDNEY
(A moment passes)
Oh god...

DEWEY
I know, I know. Have you gotten
Tara on the phone?

SIDNEY
She’s not picking up! Dewey, I have
to get there... I have to warn her.

DEWEY
Sid! Sid, stay away... Stay -.

But the phone line’s already dropped. Dewey slams a hand

against the dashboard “SHIT!”.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Mindy’s back at her position on the couch. Still watching

STAB. Now further into the movie: The infamous scene of Randy
on the couch.

Tara looks over, only half-watching.

MINDY
Come on, uncle Randy. Move your
fucking ass... (Beat) God, they
make him look so dumb.

TARA
I always preferred Halloween
anyway.

MINDY
Girl, that’s worse.

TARA
Did Amber go outside?

MINDY
Yeah, I think so... Why, are you
bailing?

Tara shrugs, nods her head.

TARA
They found another body. I think
everyone’s bailing.
 92.

MINDY
Don’t blame them. This party was
D.O.A anyway.

Tara goes to the back door as Mindy continues to watch the

film, shaking her head.

MINDY (CONT'D)
Man, take your own damn advice,
boy! Turn the fuck around!

On: Tara closing the door behind her. Mindy sighs. Hands drop
down beside her as she jumps, but finds...

VINCE
MINDY (CONT'D)
God, we really need to put a bell
on you.

VINCE
Great party, right? I don’t think
I’ve seen one die this quick
since... Wes’ last party.

MINDY
Eh. I’ve got my vodka. And bad
movies. I’m good to go.

Vince smiles as he takes a seat beside her. Mindy just kind

of side-eyes him.

MINDY (CONT'D)
No...

VINCE
I didn’t even say anything.

MINDY
You don’t have to. We talked about
this. It’s over. I’m done. I was
done when you published that
article about Tara last year.

Ouch. Vince cringes.

MINDY (CONT'D)
If I’m drunk and horny...

VINCE
What you’d rather take Wes up on
his offer again?
 93.

He leans in and begins to kiss her neck. Mindy looks annoyed.

But it’s too late. WES walks in on it. He frowns, glares, and
walks back out...

Just before Mindy pushes him off.

MINDY
OK. Fine. You’re gonna make me do
this... I don’t like either of you
like that anymore... (Beat; Unsure)
I like Tara.

Vince’s jaw drops, he looks like he’s been slapped in the

face.

MINDY (CONT'D)
I haven’t really come out like
that... So I swear to God if you
fucking tell anyone.

VINCE
Nah. It’s cool. I’m just wow...
That’s a lot to process.

Vince gets up. A little mystified. Mindy tries to stop him.

MINDY
Vince... I’m sorry.

VINCE
Me too.

He pulls back as Mindy watches him go. Throws her hands up

slightly and leans back. “Great.”

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Equally unhappy Wes is stepping into the kitchen. Going

straight for the fridge. He pulls it open, finding the
closest bottle of vodka.
WES
I just don’t understand what she
sees in that jerk...

Wes pulls up the bottle and pours it down his throat. Already
clearly a bit tipsy. He shakes his head.

WES (CONT'D)
I’m so gonna die a virgin.

As he closes the fridge... Find GHOSTFACE standing there. Wes

frowns.
 94.

WES (CONT'D)
Really man? You’ve got me fucked
up.

Ghostface tilts his head. Wes looks down at the bottle in his
hand.

WES (CONT'D)
Oh, where are my manners? You want
some, Mr. Loomis?

He holds out the bottle. Ghostface doesn’t move. Wes lowers

the bottle again. Whatever. Rolls his eyes.

WES (CONT'D)
Look, if you don’t start talking,
I’m calling the cop...

SLASH!

Wes is shocked as Ghostface takes a swipe at him. Clearly too

drunk to have taken it seriously. The knife misses him by
mere inches.

WES (CONT'D)
Shit!

Clearly sober now, Wes leaps over the kitchen island as

Ghostface takes another swipe. Ghostface rounds the corner,
takes another STAB at it.

It collides with the counter as Wes rushes for the nearest

door. He slams it open and makes his way out to...

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - BACK PORCH - CONTINUOUS

Outside on the back porch.

No sign of Tara or Amber. Wes freaks as Ghostface makes his

way to the door. Wes turns and stumbles toward the porch.
Ghostface rushes at him, taking a violent swipe, which Wes
barely manages to duck out of the way of. Then another one.

Wes turns tail and begins to sprint down the patio. Nearly
tripping over himself in his likely drunken stupor.

As he rushes forward - he nearly collides with...

HICKS

WES
Oh god, mom!
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HICKS
Wes! God, you’re bleeding...

WES
How did you know? How did you...?

HICKS
Gale’s voicemail...

She gently pushes him out of the way and points her gun
forward. GHOSTFACE is gone.

HICKS (CONT'D)
Is Tara with you?

WES
I don’t know... She was. But she
went to find Amber... Fuck. Mom,
he’s here. We have to go.

Hicks takes a further couple of steps around the porch.

Ghostface doesn’t appear to be anywhere.

WES (CONT'D)
Mom!

HICKS
Wes, I need to get Tara out of
here... Stay right there.

She goes for the back door, only half paying attention.

HICKS (CONT'D)
I’ll be right back.

She opens the door and turns around just in time to see
GHOSTFACE waiting.

SLASH!

Right across the throat. Hicks’ eyes bulge. Blood pours down
her throat as she staggers back.

WES
(Horrified)
No!

HICKS
(”I’m sorry”)
Run!

On her: She staggers forward and drops dead. Blood pooling

around her body. Wes is terrified as he makes a run for it.
 96.

Hicks’ radio crackles to life too late:

DEWEY (V.O.)
Judy! Judy, I think Sid is headed
your way... JUDY.

Ghostface sprints after Wes as Dewey curses again.

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS

Wes moves off the porch and into the path. Terror in his
eyes.

Ghostface is just inches behind him. But SAFETY is just a few

feet in front of him. We can see the ROAD. Wes turns his
head, breathing getting heavier. Fear pulsating.

Cars are zooming past. Clearly leaving the party.

WES
(Shouts)
Wait! Don’t go! FUCK!

Wes runs harder and harder.

EXT. WOODSBORO - BACK ROAD - CONTINUOUS

Wes finally reaches the road.

He runs after them, attempting to flag down the closest car.

No one hears him as Ghostface charges out of the tree line.

ON: Wes as he continues his run. Ghostface as he comes closer

and closer...

And then the blade PIERCES his back.

Wes screams. He goes down and tumbles, hitting the pavement

hard. His eyes shoot up as Ghostface kneels over him, blade
ready for the kill.

He drives the blade straight into Wes’ chest. He screams!

Spitting blood out as Ghostface tears into him.

Wes throws up his hands in attempted self-defense. The blade

cutting into his hands, body, some of his face.

Wes’ cries of desperation grow weaker and weaker.

WES
... Fuck...
 97.

His eyes lull, Ghostface rips the knife out... It looks like
the final time. His eyes close... The grip loosens, as he
appears satisfied with his kill.

But Wes’ eyes FLY OPEN. He throws his head forward. Ghostface
is knocked back.

A voice in the distance grabs Wes’ attention -

TARA (O.S.)
(Calling out)
Amber, you out here?

WES
(Wheezing)
T... Tara... Tara, run!

Wes stumbles back toward the treeline. Bleeding profusely as

he turns his head...

GHOSTFACE is slowly getting back to their feet. Relentless.

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS

Tara steps into the line of sight - staring around. She’s

about to call out again when Wes comes stumbling forward.

TARA
(Mortified)
Oh God, WES!

WES
Run! The house! Get inside the
house!

Tara shakes her head, she tries to make it to him....

Just as GHOSTFACE moves in and PLUNGES his knife into Wes’

chest. Wes’ eyes bulge - head falling back, eyes roll into
the back of his head...

TARA
WES!!!

Ghostface stares at Tara, enjoying this. With a violent JERK

he tears Wes open ON THE SPOT. Guts spilling out.

Tara lets out a BONE-CHILLING SCREAM!

As Ghostface drops what’s left of Wes she finds her courage.

Turns tail and runs.
 98.

Ghostface wipes his knife on his robes. And with a tilt of

his head takes off after her.

Tara is making good time. Doesn’t even steal a glance back as

she goes. She goes straight for...

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - BACK PORCH - CONTINUOUS

Tara charges up the stairs.

It doesn’t take her long to find HICKS. Still laying

lifeless. FUCK. Tara sees her sidearm and lunges - grabbing
it as quickly as she can.

As Ghostface charges up the steps. Tara turns around.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Tara fires off three shots to the chest. Ghostface falls back
and hits the ground with a thud. Tara shakes her head and
just keeps moving.

Just as AMBER steps into view.

AMBER
Tara? What the...?

She looks down at her feet - eyes widening at Hicks’ body.

AMBER (CONT'D)
Oh God, oh God is that Deputy
Hicks?

TARA
GO! He’s here! Oh God! Move.

She pushes Amber inside and SLAMS the door shut.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Tara breathes heavily. Freaking out as Amber turns to her.

AMBER
Christ, where is everyone?

TARA
Dead. Oh God... Wes, Hicks...
(Beat) Mindy! (Screams) MINDY!

She moves quickly to the nearest doorway as Amber stands

rooted on the spot. Seemingly petrified.
 99.

AMBER
We need to call the cops.

TARA
They’re probably on their way
already. (Beat) I shot him three
times... He can’t get back up from
that, right? RIGHT?

Amber shakes her head, shrugging in uncertainty as Mindy

steps in. Tears flooding her eyes. She holds up her phone.

MINDY
Guys...

TARA
Oh thank God, Mindy!

MINDY
(Hysterical)
Chad... They found Chad... He’s OH
GOD. They strung him up... Turner
Lane. It’s not even on the news but
they just called my mom... Oh God.

Tara shakes her head, “FUCK”. Amber looks at Tara

carefully...

AMBER
You said you shot him, right?

TARA
(Already knows)
Don’t go out there, Amber...

MINDY
What? Wait, what’s going on?

Amber makes her way to the door, hesitation in her movements.

TARA
Amber!

MINDY
He’s here... Isn’t he? He knew
where we were... Oh God, he set it
up at Turner Lane. Oh God.

Tara turns to Mindy, despite her own franticness. She cups

her hands against her cheeks.
 100.

TARA
Mindy. Listen to me, we need to
find whoever’s left and get the
fuck out of here...

MINDY
(Mortified)
Girl... He’s everywhere. He just
strung up Chad, and now he’s here?
Oh God, who is this asshole?

TARA
Who else is here, Mindy?

MINDY
I think just Vince... But I haven’t
seen him... Oh God...

The sound of a DOOR opening gets their attention. Amber has

pushed it open.

TARA
AMBER!

AMBER
What? We need to be sure you shot
him, OK!? Or were you just planning
to run without some kind of idea?

Amber steps outside, Mindy shakes her head and turns to Tara.

MINDY
I’m gonna find Vince, we should all
be together.

Tara tries to stop her, but Mindy’s already rushing off to

find him. She shakes her head, beating the sides of it in
frustration.

She checks the gun quickly and follows Amber outside,

hesitantly.

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - BACK PORCH - CONTINUOUS

Tara makes her way out onto the back porch in a hurry - fear
overtaking her.

TARA
Amber!? Amber! Come back!

She rushes to the top of the staircase in a frenzy - but

finds...
 101.

NOTHING

No Amber. No Ghostface. She curses under her breath. Pushes

back from the railing and starts to make her way as quickly
as she can down the steps.

AMBER (V.O.)
Tara?

Tara stops just a few steps down at the voice. Her eyes turn
to see AMBER. Holding her gut. Bleeding profusely as she
does.

TARA
Amber!?

Just as she’s starting up the steps however, GHOSTFACE

springs from the shadows. The blade drives into Amber’s BACK.

Blood sprays onto Tara as she screams!

Ghostface SWIPES UP, brutally carving into her back. As Amber

drops, Tara runs. Full speed down the steps.

Ghostface sprints after her, taking two steps at a time and

keeping equal pace with her.

They swipe their blade violently, the knife penetrates her

shoulder. Tara screams!

She rips herself forward and kicks him square in the chest.
Knocking him back as she stumbles down the rest of the steps,
tripping over a puddle of blood.

Ghostface gets to his feet as Tara stumbles violently down

the steps. Takes another violent swipe that cuts her back
wide open - again.

As she falls the last few steps, Ghostface turns around,

making his way slowly back up the steps.

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS

At the bottom of the steps, Tara breathes heavily. She

carefully pulls herself to her feet and stagger-runs as
quickly as she can. Frantic to get away.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Mindy is moving fast, making her way quickly to the staircase

when...
 102.

RING!

She pulls out her phone - it’s VINCE. Mindy answers.

MINDY
Vince, where the fuck are you!? We
need to leave!

MAN’S VOICE
So soon? Too bad, we were just
getting to the good part...

Mindy opens her mouth to call down.

MAN’S VOICE (CONT'D)

Not so fast. You say a word, and
I’ll gut your shitty ex-boyfriend
too.

MINDY
I’m calling your bluff, asshole.

MAN’S VOICE
So did your brother. A shame
really. The Meeks family was always
so good with horror movies...

OUCH. Mindy’s tears cascade down her face faster.

MAN’S VOICE (CONT'D)

You’re awfully quiet. I always
thought you never shut up...

MINDY
Fuck you!

MAN’S VOICE
Are you going to move or not,
Mindy? Vince can’t wait much
longer...
Mindy stares up the staircase, then back at the kitchen.
Before finally moving...

MINDYPR
What do you want from me?

MAN’S VOICE
A few minutes of your time... I
promise to be quick. (Beat) Now
meet me upstairs like a good girl.

He chuckles darkly as Mindy shakily obeys.

 103.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - LANDING - CONTINUOUS

Mindy reaches the top of the stairs. Continuing to shake like

a leaf. Uncertainty in her eyes.

MINDY
Where is he?

ON: The empty hallway. All the doors nearby are closed.

CLICK.

The light goes on outside the glass of the patio door

directly behind her. Mindy spins around - she SCREAMS! “OH
GOD”.

OUT ON THE UPPER PATIO we find VINCE. Barely illuminated.

Covered in blood and bound to a chair.

MINDY (CONT'D)
NO! No, please!

Mindy slams herself against the door. Horrified as Vince

shakes his head.

MAN’S VOICE
Touch the knob. I dare you.

MINDY
Please. Please. Oh God. He doesn’t
deserve this... He hasn’t done
anything!

MAN’S VOICE
Funny. Thought you should be
thanking me. I hear he never leaves
you alone.

MINDY
What do you want from us!?
MAN’S VOICE
Don’t play dumb. (Beat) Let’s play
a game, Mindy.

HELL NO. Mindy isn’t having this. She hangs up and throws
herself at the door.

MINDY
Not in this movie, asshole.

Mindy unlocks the door and SLAMS it open. Throwing herself

out onto the patio.
 104.

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - UPPER PATIO - CONTINUOUS

Mindy drops to her knees and immediately begins working on

his bonds.

MINDY
It’s OK. It’s OK, Vince.

As she rips off the tape, Vince stares at her, shaking his
head.

VINCE
Mindy, stop! No! No! He’ll kill us
both!

MINDY
Fuck him. He’s going to try one way
or the other!

She tears the last of the tape from him and helps him out of
the chair. Vince staggers.

VINCE
Got me from behind...

MINDY
Where is he...? Is he still here?

Mindy looks around. Very alert. Vince shakes his head, he

isn’t sure.

VINCE
Just get inside... Let’s move it.

Vince moves as quickly as he can for the door. Throwing the

door open and pulling himself inside.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - LANDING - CONTINUOUS

As Vince makes his way inside, his eyes shoot up just in time
to see:

GHOSTFACE

Standing at the end of the hallway. Knife ready, head tilted.

Vince doesn’t think twice - he SLAMS the door shut in front

of Mindy. Locks it.
 105.

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - UPPER PATIO - CONTINUOUS

Mindy slams into the door. Shaking the doorknob. It takes her
a few moments.

MINDY
Vince, open the door! Vince, what
are you doing?

As Vince turns around she can see Ghostface herself. Her eyes
widen. She starts pounding on the window.

MINDY (CONT'D)
VINCE! VINCE, NO! Open the door!
Open the fucking door!
Midny slams herself against the door. Knows exactly what he’s
doing. Not happy.

MINDY (CONT'D)
Vinceeee!

Dammit. Mindy turns and runs around the side of the patio.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - LANDING - CONTINUOUS

Vince stares Ghostface down.

VINCE
Well, what’re you waiting for?
(Beat) C’mon bitch. You can’t have
her.

Ghostface tilts his head, amused, and charges at Vince. Vince

ducks out of the way of a knife swing. Ghostface lands with a
thud against the door.

Vince throws his weight into the killer, knocking them off
balance as he sprints down the adjoined hallway.
Ghostface gathers their barring's, and readies their knife as
they continue their chase.

Vince pulls himself along, freaking out he pulls open the

nearest door and pushes his way inside...

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - AMBER’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Back into Amber’s room. (Take a closer look and notice now -
it’s Sidney’s old one)
 106.

Vince moves quick as hell - his eyes look for an escape

route. Quickly they fall on a nearby window - and MINDY.

Mindy stops as soon as she sees him and puts herself in front
of the window. Vince rushes forward, moving for the latch
just as Ghostface slinks his way inside.

Mindy slams her fists against the window “HURRY! BEHIND

YOU!”. Vince finally gets the latch and struggles to pull the
window open but manages to.

He moves his upper body through the window and grabs Mindy’s
hands...

But Ghostface plunges his knife into his back!

MINDY
NO!

Vince’s head shoots up, he cries out in pain.

VINCE
Mindy, please... Just go. GO.

Ghostface pulls him back in violently. Then turns to Mindy.

She backs up as Ghostface slowly pulls himself out of the
window themselves.

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - UPPER PORCH - CONTINUOUS

Mindy crawls backward as Ghostface approaches her, spinning

their knife around into a striking position.

They strike forward and Mindy barely catches the knife

between her hands. The blade inches closer and closer - Mindy
grits her teeth.

Ghostface grabs her throat and stabs her DEEP in the chest.
Mindy screams! Throws a backhand his way and pulls herself to
her feet.

Ghostface strikes again, this time in her stomach. Mindy

fights with all her might but stumbles back...

The back of the porch breaks as she crashes to the ground,

hard. Bleeding and unmoving.

Ghostface stares down at her quietly. Turns around to make

his way back through the window.
 107.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - AMBER’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS

Vince crawls across the floor. Wounded and weak.

Ghostface approaches him slowly, places a boot on the back of

one of his legs. Presses hard enough for him to stop.

As Ghostface goes down, Vince turns around and grabs for the
mask, violently. As he throws it off we only see from the
lower chest down...

Vince... Isn’t surprised. Instead he just chuckles. Unamused.

VINCE
Fuck you... I fucking knew it.

Ghostface raises their knife high, as Vince just keeps

chuckling. Knows he’s fucked anyway.

He brings the knife violently down into Vince’s skull.

Silencing his laughter.

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS

Tara comes back up the driveway. Having found no clear sign

of Amber.

She keeps the gun tightly in her grip. Fear clearly filling
her features. As she backs up some more she notices MOVEMENT.

Turning around she points the gun directly. Nervous. Until

the figure comes out of the shadows - SAM.

SAM
Tara?

TARA
Stay away from me! (Beat) What the
fuck are you doing here!?

SAM
I got a text... I was worried. Holy
shit. Is that blood?

Tara shakes her head, tries to keep her composure as she

begins to back up.

SAM (CONT'D)
It’s OK, Tara. Just give me the
gun.

TARA
I’m not giving you shit!
 108.

SAM
Listen to me... I have a car. If
you’re in danger I can get you out
of here.

Tara continues to back up. Clearly not sure who to trust at

this point.

SAM (CONT'D)
Tara, please, for once, just trust
me.

Sam gets closer... Just in time for GHOSTFACE to appear from

behind the house. Fresh off his kills. Tara’s eyes widen.

TARA
Sam, behind you!

Sam turns her head just in time. Her eyes widen as Ghostface
now picks up the pace.

She turns around and shoves Tara forward.

SAM
Get in the house!

Tara doesn’t need to be told twice. The sisters make a run

for it - Ghostface chases after them but the two make it to
the front door just in the nick of time.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Tara rushes in first, followed by Sam. Sam violently SLAMS

the door shut but Ghostface throws their weight against the
door.

Tara rushes forward, it takes a great deal of effort. But the

sisters finally shove the door closed.

Tara fits the latch for good measure and fires a single shot
out the door. A loud THUD signifies Ghostface may have gone
down again.

SAM
Christ, call the police!

TARA
He’s already killed Hicks...

Tara checks the gun for a bullet count.

 109.

TARA (CONT'D)
That won’t hold him for long. He
must be wearing a bulletproof vest
or something. I shot him four
fucking times now...

Sam nods her head as... A SIREN grabs their attention. Tara’s
eyes widen, she moves to the window and pushes the curtain
aside.

Outside: Dewey’s police cruiser has finally arrived.

TARA (CONT'D)
Thank God.... Dewey!

Tara watches as Dewey exits his patrol car. Sam watches with
great hesitation. Tara hesitates, but peers out the window to
see:

Ghostface is indeed GONE. Shit.

SAM
Go get him, I’ll call the cops.

Tara hesitates a moment. Nods a little, then slowly hands her

the gun.

TARA
Take it...

Tara throws open the door.

TARA (CONT'D)
Dewey, stop! The killer’s still out
there.

DEWEY
Tara? (Concerned) Where? Where are
they?

TARA
I don’t know. He just keeps getting
up.

Dewey nods his head, he approaches Tara hastily.

DEWEY
Where’s everyone else? Is Wes with
you? Mindy? Anyone?

Tara shakes her head.

 110.

TARA
Mindy and Vince were upstairs but I
don’t know... Oh God, you have to
get everyone here. The rest of the
squad. Anybody.

She sobs quietly into Dewey’s chest.

TARA (CONT'D)
They’re all dead! Oh God! He killed
everyone!

DEWEY
It’s OK, Tara. It’s going to be
OK... I promise. C’mon.
Dewey quickly starts to lead Tara to his Sheriff’s vehicle.
Keeping his eyes sharp as he opens the passengers door,
helping her in.

TARA
Sam, Mindy, Vince... They’re still
inside!

DEWEY
It’s going to be OK, Tara. Just
stay put.

Dewey closes the door. Leaving Tara sitting there, shaking.

DEWEY (CONT'D)
(Into radio)
I have a situation down...

Tara looks at the drivers side mirror just in time to see

GHOSTFACE. Standing behind Dewey. No longer in the shadows.

TARA
DEWEY!

Dewey spins around but it’s too late. Ghostface strikes him
straight in the GUT. Tara screams! Dewey is dumbfounded.

Ghostface doesn’t give him much time to contemplate it as

they drive it into his gut a second time. Ripping it out
violently.

Dewey falls back against the vehicle. Shocked.

Tara scrambles back in the car, and throws the door open.
Screw this. She falls back out and begins to run again.

Ghostface watches Dewey quietly. Dewey stares deep into his

dark, soulless eye holes. Shakes his head.
 111.

DEWEY
Keep running, Tara! Don’t stop!

He pulls his gun to attempt another shot at the Ghost, but

finds the knife slammed deep into his chest. Pinning him to
his own vehicle.

Tara takes his advice. She just keeps going, faster and
faster until she’s back in the door.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Tara slams the door behind her.

She’s crying. Completely terrified out of her mind.

TARA
Sam!? Sam, where are you?

There’s no response. She curses to herself as she runs toward

Sam’s last known destination...

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

Sam is lowering the phone from her ear as Tara is coming in.

TARA
Where’s your car?

SAM
Outside. Why? Where’s Dewey?

Tara shakes her head, Sam looks dumbfounded. Takes a deep

breath.

SAM (CONT'D)
OK, we need to stay calm. The
police are on their way... I just
got off the phone with them. (Beat)
They’re half-way across town but
they’re coming. I promise.

Tara meets Sam’s eyes - terrified.

TARA
I’m sorry... I’m sorry about what -
.

SAM
I know, me too...
 112.

They stare at each other, wordlessly for a moment as the SLAM

of a fist grabs their attention.

Sam turns her head and body around. AIMING HER GUN RIGHT AT:

RICHIE

Who stands bewildered and covered in blood at the back door.

Sam’s stunned. Tara is confused.

RICHIE
Oh God, Sam. What the fuck is going
on?

SAM
Richie? How did you find me?

RICHIE
You left in such a rush! I was
worried... I just... I used Find my
iPhone. (Beat) What the fuck is
going on, Sam? There’s so much
blood out here! I found the
sheriff... Fuck, I think he’s dead.

Sam approaches the door. But Tara rushes forward, grabbing

his arm.

TARA
You didn’t see Ghostface anywhere
out there?

RICHIE
I didn’t see anyone! (Beat) Sam,
please let me in. I don’t know
what’s going on... But if the
killer’s out here...

Sam goes for the door slowly.

TARA
Sam, don’t! There’s no way... He’s
lying!

SAM
It’s OK, Tara. I trust him... It’s
gonna be OK.

Sam goes for the door, she lets him inside as Richie takes
her by the arms.

RICHIE
Sam, what is going on?
 113.

SAM
One hell of a party apparently...

ON: Tara. Her eyes peering over at Sam.

TARA
How far away are the cops?

SAM
I don’t know... Thirty minutes. We
can hold out that long, right?

Tara is silent. She shakes her head, holding either side of

it - a mess of emotions.

TARA
This can’t be happening... This
isn’t happening...

SAM
It’s OK... It’ll be OK, Tara.
(Beat) I knew I shouldn’t have left
you alone... God I was so stupid.

She holds onto Richie closely, unable to contain her own

emotions.

SAM (CONT'D)
I should have come when they found
Chad at Turner Lane. God. I was so
stupid, I thought you were safe!

PAUSE. Wait a minute. Tara looks up.

TARA
... Did you just say Chad?

Sam looks at her expectantly.

SAM
Well, yeah. They found him at
Turner Lane, right? I thought I
heard -.

TARA
... Mindy said they only JUST told
her mom.

Silence falls over the three of them. Richie looks at Sam,

not sure what’s going on.

RICHIE
What does she mean, Sam?
 114.

Sam stares over at Tara a moment.

TARA
... Sam?

SAM
Well, fuck, Tara. When did you
suddenly become the smart one?

Richie stares confused as Sam’s demeanor totally changes. She

pulls the gun up and turns it on Richie.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bullets rip through his body as Tara screams! Richie drops to

the floor, bleeding out. His eyes wide with horror.

Sam simply turns to Tara with an insanely evil smile. She

slips her voice changer out of her back pocket...

SAM/GHOSTFACE
Surprise, Tara!

Tara reacts quickly. She turns tail and runs for the nearby
doorway...

And straight into a KNIFE.

Tara’s eyes bulge. She slowly backs away from the knife that
sticks out of her stomach as Ghostface enters the kitchen
fully.

SAM
Oh God, just drop the theatrics...
We’re running out of time! Sidney
will be here any fucking minute...

Ghostface shrugs as they reach up slowly and pull away the

mask to reveal...

AMBER

Very much alive. Her own wicked smile.

AMBER
Hey babe.

TARA
Amber...? (Mortified; Looking
between the two of them) Why the
fuck are you doing this!?

SAM
Heh. Did you hear that Amber?
 115.

AMBER
This stupid bitch still hasn’t
figured out why we’re trying to
kill her?

Amber and Sam calmly corner a shaking, tear-streaked Tara.

AMBER (CONT'D)
You really are just that self-
absorbed, aren’t you?

SAM
(Teasing)
Careful. She doesn’t like that
word.
AMBER
C’mon Tara. Are we really going to
have to spell it out for you?

Amber gets close to Tara’s face - rage in her eyes.

TARA
I don’t know what the fuck you want
me to say! I loved you!

AMBER
Really...? Just like you loved her?

Ouch. Tara’s face fills with confusion.

AMBER (CONT'D)
It’s actually kind of funny... The
way you talked about Francis
tonight. (Beat) I guess we had
something in common.

TARA
... Wait, you and Francis?

AMBER
... We were on a break. But I loved
her. We dated almost all through
high school.

TARA
Amber, I didn’t know...

AMBER
You never fucking asked.

SAM
And you know... Grief causes some
serious deviant behavior.
 116.

Sam looks proudly as Amber turns her head toward Sam, she
tilts her head to the side.

SAM (CONT'D)
I probably should have turned Amber
in. Coming in drunk to my job but
honestly? I found her story too sad
to bear.

TARA
My own fucking sister...

SAM
Oh please. A little late for that
card, don’t you think? (Beat) You
act so fucking innocent in all of
this. You’re not.

TARA
What did I ever do to you?

SAM
What makes you think I have a
motive, eh, Tara? Maybe I’m just in
it for the ride. Maybe, I’m a
deranged fuck with a twisted sense
of humor.

She pushes Amber away gently, but she sticks to her side.

SAM (CONT'D)
Or maybe it’s the five fucking
years I spent rotting away in a
mental hospital.

Say WHAT? Tara’s face drops. She doesn’t know how to react.

SAM (CONT'D)
Don’t even pretend like you care
now. You made that, really clear at
lunch today.
AMBER
No. I think that one actually hurt.

TARA
... Sam...

SAM
I tried to save you, y’know. Tried
to turn dad in. But he has friends
in high places. Higher than even
Dewey...
 117.

Tara is devastated. At a loss for words.

SAM (CONT'D)
I never “ran away”. He had me
committed. Told them I was a danger
to myself and others.

AMBER
Yeah, Tara. Your dad was a real
catch, wasn’t he?

SAM
All you do is bitch. But YOU got
out. And what do you do? You
fucking throw it all away.. For
what? A joy ride?
TARA
Fuck you, Sam!

SAM
No sweetie, fuck you. You knew what
he was like! You knew I would never
leave you! But what did you do?

AMBER
Blamed her anyway. Because it’s
never your fault, is it Tara?

Tara lunges for Amber, but Sam shoves her back against the
counter.

AMBER (CONT'D)
So like we were saying. We did a
little group therapy. (Beat) You
made us suffer so it’s time to
return the favor.

SAM
Yeah. But for you. We’re at least
gonna make it quick. A bullet
between the eyes.

AMBER
Can’t believe how easy it is to get
away with murder here. Put on a
Ghostface mask, play a couple of
games... Everyone just assumes it’s
some deranged STAB fanatic.
 118.

SAM
They won’t even be looking for us.
Not when they find the kill list on
Richie’s computer. (Laughs) Thank
God he took the bait at my work.

AMBER
Or the money your daddy’s trickling
in from a secret bank account.
Funding the whole thing from the
shadows to keep you quiet.

Sam sighs quietly, she turns to Amber. Then looks

thoughtfully as she taps her knife against her lips.

SAM
But see, this is where it gets
messy. Because I had to take Wes
out a little too early. He almost
got away.

AMBER
What’s that supposed to mean?

SAM
We’re one killer short.

BANG!

Amber’s chest seeps with blood as Sam’s gun smokes. Tara

screams! Covering her mouth in pure shock.

AMBER
But... Francis...

SAM
You see, that was your problem, you
think too small. (Beat) This was
never about your fucking dead ex-
girlfriend.

BANG! A second shot right to her stomach. Amber drops. Tara

stares at Sam in wide-eyed disbelief. Just as an ENGINE
rumbles.

Sam smirks.

SAM (CONT'D)
Right on time.

She puts the gun right in Tara’s face and motions her away
from Amber.
 119.

SAM (CONT'D)
C’mon. Let’s not keep her waiting.

CUT TO:

EXT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - DRIVEWAY - CONTINUOUS

Sidney’s car FINALLY arrives.

It tears up the driveway and skids to a quick stop. Sidney

gets out of her car. Immediately rushing to Dewey’s side.

SIDNEY
Oh God, Dewey!
Sidney gets down quickly, feels for a pulse and... Breathes.
A sigh of relief as she slowly rises to her feet.

She walks to the front door and stops.

Taking in the sight of the house where it all began for her.
Hesitation in her eyes as she stares it down.

After a moment, she calmly prepares her gun and heads inside.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Inside, Sidney stares down the blood, the carnage. Keeps her
gun poised and pointed.

SAM (V.O.)
Drop the gun, Sid.

Sam’s own gun rests against her head. Sidney frowns a moment,
drops it slowly.

SAM
Kick it...
Sidney glares her way and kicks it aside just as asked. Not
happy about it.

SAM (CONT'D)
Well, the gang’s all here now.
Perfect.

SIDNEY
Sam...

She turns around as Sam shoves Tara into Sidney’s arms.

Sidney pushes her behind her. Staring her down.
 120.

SAM
Looks like you’ve been caught up to
speed. Good. Monologuing never was
my thing.

SIDNEY
Sam, I know you... I’ve known you
since you were a baby.

SAM
You don’t know a fucking THING
about me! If you did you would have
come looking for me.

As Sidney tries to move forward. Sam cocks the gun.

SAM (CONT'D)
Don’t even fucking think about it.
I’m pretty trigger happy right now.

SIDNEY
I know you were never a killer
until now. That you were a good kid
-.

SAM
“Just misguided”. Well I guess
you’re still a fucking bad judge of
character then, huh?

TARA
I’m the one you’re mad at. Leave
Sid out of this.

SAM
Here we go again. Don’t flatter
yourself, Tar. It’s not just you
I’m mad at.

She gets closer, shaking her head.

SAM (CONT'D)
Do you think I’d have done
everything I did if it was? It’s
you. It’s Sidney. It’s this whole
motherfucking shithole of a town.

Her rage starts to build.

SAM (CONT'D)
The town that turned its back on
me. The town that abandoned me.
(Beat) That left me to suffer.
 121.

She smiles - a deep pride in her eyes.

SAM (CONT'D)
Well now they’ll all suffer.
(Laughs) At least they’ll get a new
STAB movie out of it! I bet it’s
already greenlit.

She points the gun right at Sidney’s head.

SAM (CONT'D)
This time though? The final girl
won’t be around to save the day.

She looks Sidney dead in the eye - nothing but pure hatred in
her eyes.
SAM (CONT'D)
Thanks though. You’re going to make
staging this a whole lot easier.

She pulls back the hammer, but just as her finger reaches the
trigger...

GIRL (V.O.)
Oh wow, awesome speech! Really
riveting... (Beat; Off-Sam’s look)
You know, I don’t think I quite got
that last bit... You think you can
just... Say it while facing the
camera?

Sam’s face falls - say what? She turns around to find MINDY.
She’s alive. Bloodied and pissed. Holding up her phone and
RECORDING the whole damn thing.

MINDY
Say hi to Instagram live, bitch.

Sam looks dumbfounded she launches at Mindy but at this point

SIDNEY springs into action. She grabs for Sam’s gun and
tackles her violently into the doorway nearby.

Mindy groans and holds onto her side as Tara rushes to her
side.

TARA
Holy shit, Mindy! Thank God you’re
OK.

MINDY
Everything fucking hurts... But no
way in hell am I dying here.
 122.

Tara helps her to her feet, wraps her arm around her
shoulders.

MINDY (CONT'D)
We gotta help Sid... C’mon.

AMBER (O.S.)
You aren’t going anywhere!

Mindy and Tara turn their head as Amber steps into view.
Bleeding, but pissed, and still holding the knife.

MINDY
Shit, I told you she was nuts...

TARA
Bad time for I told you so’s.

Amber charges the pair as Tara and Mindy dive in separate

directions. As Mindy moves Amber throws a VIOLENT left hook,
knocking her down.

Amber screams in fury as she charges at Tara, blade going

STRAIGHT for her throat as Tara struggles.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Sidney has gotten to her feet as Sam flips up onto hers.

She’s pissed, wiping the blood from her face.

The two stare each other down as Sam shakes her head. Hears
the scuffle in the other room. And turns her head.

SIDNEY
Come on, Sam. What’s the matter,
getting cold feet?

Sam looks up at Sidney with a death glare.

SIDNEY (CONT'D)
You wanted me. Now come and get me.

SAM
With pleasure.

She lunges at Sidney, going straight for the gun now laying
on the ground. Sidney also rushes for it, the two reach it at
the same time as Sam backhands Sidney hard.

It doesn’t phase Sidney. She knees Sam straight in the gut.

Surprising her as she tightens her grip on the gun.
 123.

Sam growls and slams her own fist into Sidney’s gut. Then
fires the gun.

Sidney flies back. Hitting the couch hard. Now bleeding from
her stomach.

SAM (CONT'D)
Not like it matters anyway...

She rips back her shirt to reveal a BULLETPROOF VEST.

SAM (CONT'D)
Took a little page from the STAB
handbook with that one.

Her wicked grin widens as she approaches Sidney with the gun
pointed her way, ready to strike.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - FOYER - CONTINUOUS

Tara is still struggling with Amber and the knife.

The blade is just inches from her throat when Tara violently
throws her head forward. Knocking Amber back.

Amber cries out in pain.

AMBER
You bitch!

TARA
Me? What about you!? All of this
for what? It won’t bring Francis
back, Amber.

AMBER
No. But eye for an eye. At least
now I’ll sleep better at night.

Tara ducks as she swings the knife harder. The blade barely
slashes her arm as Tara grabs the back of her head and SLAMS
it against the nearby table.

Amber shrieks! Tara doesn’t relent. She throws her arm around
Amber’s neck and yanks her back.

TARA
Well I guess I can see who the
muscle was...

Amber grits her teeth. Now she throws her own head back.
Knocking Tara against the wall.
 124.

Just as Amber is turning around, Mindy comes in for the

assist with a wide smash against her head with the nearby
vase.

Amber crumples to the ground. Mindy lets the vase shatter at

her feet.

MINDY
Fuck...

TARA
Are you OK?

MINDY
She has a mean left hook. Fuck...

And then CRASH. And stumble. Tara and Mindy jump but relax
when they see RICHIE. Stumbling in and weak.

TARA
Oh my God, Richie.

RICHIE
Are you two OK?

He eyes the unconscious Amber quietly. Mindy moves to help

him balance as Tara heaves a breath in and out quietly.

RICHIE (CONT'D)
I called the police, for real this
time...

TARA
Sid needs me... Stay here...

She reaches down for the KNIFE, picks it up carefully.

Tara strengthens her resolve. More than still ready to fight

as we FOCUS ON: Amber’s finger twitching.

As Tara turns to limp her way toward the living room, Amber
starts to RISE behind her. Mindy looks up from helping Richie
after just a moment.

MINDY
Tara, look out!

Amber LUNGES. Richie scrambles for the gun and FIRES at her
leg. Knocking Amber off balance.

Tara, thoroughly annoyed, turns around - has had enough of

her shit. She STRIKES her deep in the chest - RIGHT IN THE
HEART.
 125.

Amber’s eyes widen. She’s dumbfounded.

TARA
That’s for breaking my heart...

OUCH. Tara rips the knife out.

TARA (CONT'D)
Hurts doesn’t it, bitch?

She STABS Amber right in the head next. Amber goes down in a
pool of blood. VERY much dead now.

Tara rolls off her body and breathes in in utter exhaustion.

INT. FREEMAN HOUSEHOLD - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Sam is approaching Sidney with more curiosity now.

With every step, Sidney tries to gain her strength back.

After some thought, she violently KICKS the table forward.
Knocking Sam back.

She gets to her feet and jumps on top of Sam. Attempting to

hold her down and wrestle the gun from her.

Sam rolls Sidney over onto her back. Her hands tightly
gripping her own throat. She reaches for her fallen knife.
Sidney doesn’t seem phased.

SAM
You had this coming twenty-five
years ago...

She raises her knife high in the air, poised to strike.

SAM (CONT'D)
Say hi to your mom...

BANG!
Sam looks stunned this time. Definitely not the one who
pulled the trigger.

She looks up just in time to see GALE.

Who’s arrived late. But just in the nick of time.

GALE
Your first mistake... Was fucking
with the two of us...
 126.

Sam gets to her feet ready to still go on the attack. This

time launching it on Gale.

Gale fires a second bullet, thief time to Sam’s collarbone -

it hits skin. Sending her crashing onto the nearby table
which breaks under her weight.

GALE (CONT'D)
The second was not finishing me off
when you had the chance... (Beat)
Fucking amateur.

Gale tosses the gun aside. Comes to Sidney’s aid as she

carefully pulls her to her feet.

SIDNEY
You’re a little late to the
party...

GALE
Always am... (Beat; As siren’s
approach) Fuck, I said it once.
I’ll say it again... We’re getting
too old for this shit. Next time
I’m letting someone else do this..

Gale shakes her head slowly - as she helps Sidney toward the
foyer. Where the kids are already rushing out to meet help...

SIDNEY
Let’s not have a “next time”...

As they step out into the foyer, focus on SAM. As EXISENTIAL

BY MICHAEL EDGAR begins to play. Slowly but surely - SAM’S
EYES POP BACK OPEN.

TRASNITION TO:

SAM. On a gunnery. ALIVE. But handcuffed to the transport

with armed guards guiding her toward a waiting armored
ambulance.
FLASH TO:

THE AFTERMATH

- RICHIE and DEWEY are wheeled out on stretchers. Paramedics

are rushing to save the latter. But it looks like for the
moment, he’ll be fine.

- SIDNEY is settled in an ambulance. Giving a statement to a

pair of police officers.
 127.

- MINDY is being rushed in similar critical condition to

Dewey just feet from Sidney. She gives a big THUMBS UP to her
though...

And then we find...

GALE

Where else? But reporting for TOP STORY. In the midst of all
this chaos, the ambulances, the police cruisers. All of it.

She’s doing her hair as a cameraman sets her up.

We only can vaguely hear it. Similar to the original ending

as we slowly focus our attention ON:

TARA nearby. Being wheeled toward her own ambulance. Merely

feet from where SAM watches.

Tara sits up on her gunnery. Her eyes meet Sam’s. Filled with
regret. Sam’s only with hatred.

TARA
Wait... Please.

She stops the paramedics. They give the two a moment.

TARA (CONT'D)
For what it’s worth... I’m sorry.

Sam meets her eyes with a cold glare. Then... Smiles.

SAM
Not yet...

She leans in.

SAM (CONT'D)
But you will be.

Tara is left to simply take that in as the armed guards begin

to wheel Sam into the ambulance. The doors close.

She stares at the armored ambulance. Her face a mix of

emotions as we slowly pull away... Further and further into
the sky.

Away from the aftermath of yet another scary movie...

FADE TO BLACK.

CUE: WHISPER TO A SCREAM (BIRDS FLY) BY THE SOCIAL CODE. ROLL

CREDITS.
 128.

MID CREDITS:

FADE IN:

INT. AMBULANCE - DAY

Back with SAM.

Her smirk hasn’t left her as the ambulance rolls along. In

fact. She looks... Too proud of herself.

She turns to look at one of the guards.

SAM
Hey, can I ask you a question?

The guard is silent. Two of them eye each other quietly. Sam
doesn’t wait long...

SAM (CONT'D)
Did they ever find out who attacked
Gale at Turner Lane?

The soundtrack THUDS. The guards seemingly don’t have an

answer as their silence is interrupted by a RING.

Erupting from Sam’s pocket. It’s her phone.

Her smirk grows only more evil now...

SAM (CONT'D)
Well, who’s gonna pick that up?

ON: Her sinister expression as we...

SMASH TO BLACK.

ROLL REMAINING CREDITS TO YOUTH OF AMERICA BY BIRDBRAIN.