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SCREAM
(SCARY MOVIE)
by Kevin Williamson
Rewrite
July 31, 1995
FADE IN
ON A RINGING TELEPHONE.
A hand reaches for it, bringing the receiver up to the face of
CASEY BECKER, a young girl, no more than sixteen. A friendly face
with innocent eyes.
CASEY
Hello.
MAN'S VOICE
(from phone)
Hello.
Silence.
CASEY
Yes.
MAN
Who is this?
CASEY
Who are you trying to reach?
MAN
What number is this?
CASEY
What number are you trying to reach?
MAN
I don't know.
CASEY
I think you have the wrong number.
MAN
Do I?
CASEY
It happens. Take it easy.
CLICK! She hangs up the phone. The CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal
Casey in a living room, alone. She moves from the living room to
the kitchen. It's a nice house. Affluent.
The phone RINGS again.
INT. KITCHEN
Casey grabs the portable.
CASEY
Hello.
MAN
I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.
CASEY
So why did you dial it again?
MAN
To apologize.
CASEY
You're forgiven. Bye now.
MAN
Wait, wait, don't hang up.
Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door. It's pitch black
outside.
CASEY
What?
MAN
I want to talk to you for a second.
CASEY
They've got 900 numbers for that. Seeya.
CLICK! Casey hangs up. A grin on her face.
EXT. CASEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING
A big country home with a huge sprawling lawn full of big oak
trees. It sits alone with no neighbors in sight.
The phone RINGS again.
INT. KITCHEN
Popcorn sizzles in a pot on the stove. Casey covers it with a
lid, reaching for the portable phone.
CASEY
Hello.
MAN
Why don't you want to talk to me?
CASEY
Who is this?
MAN
You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.
CASEY
(shaking the popcorn)
I don't think so.
MAN
What's that noise?
Casey smiles, playing along, innocently.
CASEY
Popcorn.
MAN
You're making popcorn?
CASEY
Uh-huh.
MAN
I only eat popcorn at the movies.
CASEY
I'm getting ready to watch a video.
MAN
Really? What?
CASEY
Just some scary movie.
MAN
Do you like scary movies?
CASEY
Uh-huh.
MAN
What's your favorite scary movie?
He's flirting with her. Casey moves away from the stove and takes
a seat at the kitchen counter, directly in front of the glass
door.
CASEY
I don't know.
MAN
You have to have a favorite.
Casey thinks for second.
CASEY
Uh...HALLOWEEN. You know, the one with the
guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around
and stalks the baby sitters. What's yours?
MAN
Guess.
CASEY
Uh...NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET.
MAN
Is that the one where the guy had knives
for fingers?
CASEY
Yeah...Freddy Krueger.
MAN
Freddy-that's right. I liked that movie.
It was scary.
CASEY
The first one was, but the rest sucked.
MAN
So, you gotta boyfriend?
CASEY
(giggling)
Why? You wanna ask me out?
MAN
Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?
CASEY
No.
MAN
You never told me your name.
Casey smiles, twirling her hair.
CASEY
Why do you want to know my name?
MAN
Because I want to know who I'm looking
at.
Casey spins around like lightning facing the glass door.
CASEY
What did you say?
MAN
I want to now who I'm talking to.
CASEY
That's not what you said.
MAN
What do you think I said?
Casey CLICKS on the outside light. A flood light illuminates the
backyard. Her eyes survey the grounds. But it's empty. No one's
there. She turns the light out.
On the stove, the popcorn POPS.
CASEY
I have to go now.
MAN
Wait...I thought we were gonna go out.
CASEY
Nah, I don't think so...
MAN
Don't hang up on me.
CASEY
Gotta go.
MAN
Don't...
CLICK! Casey hangs up. She checks the glass door making sure
it's locked and then moves to the stove as...
THE PHONE RINGS.
She slides the popcorn from the stove, reaching for the phone.
CASEY
Yes?
MAN
I told you not to hang up on me.
CASEY
What do you want?
MAN
To talk.
CASEY
Dial someone else, okay?
MAN
You getting scared?
CASEY
No-bored.
CLICK. She hangs up. The phone RINGS again. She grabs it.
CASEY
Listen, asshole...
MAN
(deadly serious)
NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU
HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE
A FISH. UNDERSTAND?
Total silence. He has gotten her full attention.
CASEY
Is this some kind of a joke?
MAN
More of a game, really.
Casey eyes the glass doors, then looks up the hallway to the front
doors...moving to it. It's unlocked. She bolts it.
CASEY
I'm two seconds from calling the police.
MAN
They'd never make it in time.
Casey moves her face flush against the door, her eye looking
through the peephole.
ANGLE THROUGH PEEPHOLE.
A distorted view of the front porch. It is empty. She relaxes a
bit, relieved.
CASEY
What do you want?
MAN
(pure evil)
TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE.
Casey's jaw drops as total fear storms her face. She hangs up the
phone, throwing it down on a side table when...
THE DOORBELL CHIMES.
Casey leaps out of her skin. She turns to the door as it chimes
again.
CASEY
(calling out)
Who's there?
Another CHIME. She moves to it.
CASEY
(louder)
Who's there?
No answer. Fuck this. It's time for the police. She goes for
the portable phone. Just as she picks it up...
IT RINGS.
Casey almost drops it, losing her breath...
She brings it to her ear with trembling hands, saying
nothing...listening, waiting...
A long silence. And then.
MAN
You should never say "Who's there?".
Don't you watch scary movies? It's a
death wish.
Casey clutches the wall, nearly collapsing. She tries her
damndest to hang tough.
CASEY
Look, enough is enough. You had your fun
now you better leave me alone or else.
MAN
Or else what?
CLOSE ON her face, her mind thinking, calculating...
CASEY
My boyfriend will be here any second and
he'll be pissed when I tell him...
MAN
I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.
Busted. She holds steady.
CASEY
I lied. I do have a boyfriend and he'll
be here any second and your ass better
be gone.
MAN
Sure...
CASEY
I swear it. And he's big and plays
football and will beat the shit out
of you.
MAN
I'm getting scared.
CASEY
I'm telling you the truth.
I lied before...
MAN
I believe you...
CASEY
So you better leave.
MAN
His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?
Silence. Casey buckles at the knees, losing it.
CASEY
How do you know his name?
MAN
Go to the back door and turn on the porch
light--again.
Casey, terrified, forces herself to move.. staggering to the
kitchen...to the glass doors. Her shaky hand finds the light
switch...she hits it. The back yard is lit.
Sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of the backyard is a big,
line backer of a guy, her boyfriend...
STEVE
tied and gagged. He's been roughed up, but he's alive.
CLOSE ON his eyes..wide in fear..staring at his girlfriend,
pleading with her.
CASEY
Oh Goddddd...
Casey SCREAMS. Her hand moves to the lock on the door.
MAN
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Terror rides Casey's face. She's petrified.
CASEY
Where are you?
MAN
Guess.
Her eyes search the yard, combing bushes, trees. He could be
anywhere-anywhere.
CASEY
(begging)
Please don't hurt him.
MAN
That all depends on you.
CASEY
Why are you doing this?
Tears find their way, streaming down Casey's face.
MAN
I wanna play a game.
CASEY
No...
MAN
Then he dies. Right now.
CASEY
NOOO!
MAN
Which is it?
A long silence. Casey touches the glass...staring at STEVE...this
big jock of a guy is crying too.
CASEY
What kind of game?
MAN
Turn off the light.
Her hand goes to the switch...Steve tugs and pulls at his
straps...as if begging her...his face sweat and tears...
CLICK
He disappears in the darkness. Casey moves away from the glass,
back toward the living room, unbelieving, horrified.
MAN
Here's how we play. I ask a question. If
you get it right-Steve lives.
Three curtainless windows line one wall. Casey crouches down
behind the couch, tipping a lamp cord from it's socket, darkening
the room. Her body quivers.
CASEY
Please don't do this...
MAN
Come on. It'll be fun.
CASEY
No...please.
MAN
It's an easy category. Movie trivia.
CASEY
(begging)
..please...
MAN
I'll even give you a warm up question.
CASEY
Don't do this. I can't..
MAN
Name the killer in HALLOWEEN.
CASEY
No...
MAN
Come on. It's you favorite scary movie,
remember? He had a white mask, he
stalked the baby-sitters.
Casey goes silent...a nervous wreck...she can barely speak much
less think.
CASEY
I don't know...
MAN
Come on, yes you do.
CASEY
Please..stop...
Casey is SOBBING.
MAN
What's his name?
CASEY
I can't think.
Casey has officially reached hysteria, petrified beyond all
reality.
MAN
Steve's counting on you.
Suddenly...through tears...Godsent...
CASEY
(a whisper)
Michael...Michael Myers.
MAN
YES!
Casey SIGHS...relieved.
MAN
Now for the real question.
CASEY
NOOOO....
MAN
But you're doing so well.
CASEY
Please go away! Leave us alone!
MAN
Then answer the question. Same category.
Casey is a blubbering, wet mass on the floor.
CASEY
..please..no...
MAN
Name the killer in FRIDAY THE 13TH.
A mad smile purses Casey's lips. She knows this. She leaps up,
through tears, screaming...
CASEY
Jason! Jason!...JASON!
A slight PAUSE.
MAN
I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer.
CASEY
No it's not. It was Jason.
MAN
Afraid not.
CASEY
It was Jason. I saw that godamned movie
twenty times. It was Jason.
MAN
Then you should know Jason's MOTHER
-[Link] was the original killer. Jason
didn't show up until the sequel.
Casey is stupefied.
CASEY
You tricked me...
MAN
Lucky, for you there's a bonus round.
But poor Steve...I'm afraid...he's out.
This implication sends Casey running to the kitchen...to the glass
doors. She flips on the porch lights to see...
STEVE
eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair...his belly gaping open...a
mass of blood and ripped flesh...his insides lay on the ground
between his feet...steam rising.
A SCREAM erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey collapse on
the floor...nearly passing out. CLOSE ON her face...pale and
ghostly white. She SOBS.
MAN
Final question. Are you ready?
She doesn't answer. A long, maddening silence. Casey reaches up
and CLICKS off the light, making Steve go away...wishing,
hoping...
CASEY
..leave me alone..please...
MAN
Answer the question and I will.
Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly
back and forth.
MAN
What door am I at?
CASEY
What?
MAN
There are two doors to your house. A
front door and a back one. If you answer
correctly-you live.
From where Casey sits she can see both front and back doors. She
deliberates...with her last bit of strength she tries to
strategize. Eyeing both, the front door...the back door trying to
decide between the two.
CASEY
Don't make me...I can't...I won't.
MAN
Your call.
In the darkness, Casey crawls to the kitchen counter-she leans up
and grabs a long, sharp knife.
Casey looks around her...she looks down the hall to the front
door...then turns back to the kitchen glass door as it suddenly...
SHATTERS TO BITS...
as a lawn chair come flying through it. Exploding glass sprays
everywhere.
This incites Casey like fire. She springs to her feet...bolting
out of the kitchen as a SHADOW moves quickly through the shattered
doorframe.
ANGLE ON CASEY
