SCREAM (1996) movie script
by Kevin Williamson.
Rewrite, July 31, 1995.
More info about this movie on IMDb.com
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
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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
-Mrs.Vorhees was the original killer. Jason
didn't show up until the sequel.
Casey is stupefied.
CASEY
You tricked me...
MAN
Lucky, for you there's a bonus round.
But poor Steve...I'm afraid...he's out.
This implication sends Casey running to the kitchen...to the
glass doors. She flips on the porch lights to see...
STEVE
eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair...his belly gaping
open...a mass of blood and ripped flesh...his insides lay on
the ground between his feet...steam rising.
A SCREAM erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey
collapse on the floor...nearly passing out. CLOSE ON her
face...pale and ghostly white. She SOBS.
MAN
Final question. Are you ready?
She doesn't answer. A long, maddening silence. Casey
reaches up and CLICKS off the light, making Steve go
away...wishing, hoping...
CASEY
..leave me alone..please...
MAN
Answer the question and I will.
Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking
slowly back and forth.
MAN
What door am I at?
CASEY
What?
MAN
There are two doors to your house. A
front door and a back one. If you answer
correctly-you live.
From where Casey sits she can see both front and back doors.
She deliberates...with her last bit of strength she tries to
strategize. Eyeing both, the front door...the back door
trying to decide between the two.
CASEY
Don't make me...I can't...I won't.
MAN
Your call.
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
Somewhere in the house, back flat against a window,
listening to FEET ON CRACKING GLASS. She turns and unlocks
the latch, quietly sliding it up. She can hear him move
through the foyer...to the front door.
Casey lifts herself up and puts her legs through the window.
She holds the knife in one hand, the phone in the other.
Casey eases out the window, fumbling, dropping the knife
back in the house. She starts to reach for it. Fuck it,
she takes off...
EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE
Casey it at the back corner of the house.
MAN
I can hear you. I know you're here.
Casey eases along a narrow path between a tall fence and the
side of the house...going for the front yard. She must pass
the three curtainless windows. She gets to the first one
and peeks in...
The FIGURE has pulled open the foyer closet, searching for
her.
Casey creeps along, to the next window, she looks in...the
FIGURE is completely on the other side of the room moving
toward the hall that leads to other parts of the house.
She moves further along the house...squeezing by hedges...to
the third window...she peeks in to the FIGURE...
STARING BACK AT HER...
His face covered with a ghostly white mask, inches from
her...his eyes piercing through...soulless...Casey SCREAMS
BLOODY MURDER as a hand...
CRASHES through the glass window grabbing hold of her
neck...she beats at him trying to free herself...her nails
dig into his arm...she wrenches from side to side...finally
breaking free as the hands disappear inside the house...
EXT. CORNER OF HOUSE
Casey sails around the corner of the house, eyeing the front
door. It remains closed. Her eyes cover the sprawling
country yard when suddenly....
HEADLIGHTS APPEAR
in the distance, coming down the road towards the
house...she recognizes them instantly. Mom...Dad...she
tears off across the yard toward them...moving like
lightning...
The car turns into the driveway...Casey SCREAMS, waving
madly, rushing by a tree as...
THE GHOST MASKED FIGURE APPEARS
Casey stumbles back, catching her balance...the FIGURE moves
on her, arm poised high...a flash of silver...and Casey is
struck, across the chest. She looks down to see her shirt
blossoming red...a look of bewilderment as she drops to one
knee.
The knife rises again...Casey throws her hand forward...the
blade comes down...but it's blocked by the portable phone
still in her hand. She turns staggering to...
EXT. DRIVEWAY
A MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE emerge from the parked car. They move
to the front door completely unaware of what's happening to
their daughter, only feet from them.
EXT. FRONT YARD
Casey stumbles forward...her parents ten feet away...she
opens her mouth to scream but no sound resonates...she is
beyond words...staggering, swaying...the FIGURE moving
behind her.
EXT. FRONT DOOR
Her parents approach the door
FATHER
That fish smelled strong.
MOTHER
I told you to send it back.
The father discovers the front door ajar. A puzzled look.
Casey is right behind them with one arm outstretched. If
they'd only turn around...
They enter the house and close the door as....
Casey collapses on the ground, clutching her bloody
chest...the FIGURE upon her.
INT. FOYER
The father sees straight back into the kitchen...the
shattered patio door.
FATHER
Jesus...
MOTHER
What is it? Where's Casey?
FATHER
(calling out)
Casey? Casey?
In a split second they're both panic stricken. The father
begins searching the house frantically. The mother is
hysterical.
EXT. FRONT YARD
CLOSE ON Casey...she's dragged by her feet through damp
soil...the life going fast from her body...her hand still
clutching the phone.
INT. FOYER
Back in the house.
MOTHER
Where is she?
FATHER
Call the police.
The mother moves to the phone in the foyer, picks it
up...There is no dial tone. She jiggles the base.
FATHER
(searching)
Casey? Where are you honey? Call the
police, goddammit.
MOTHER
The phone's dead.
The...the softest...faintest voice is heard...
CASEY
(from phone)
..help me...
MOTHER
She's here, God, I can hear her.
Where's my baby?
The husband returns to the foyer finding his wife clinging
to the phone.
FATHER
Where is she?
MOTHER
I can hear her. Oh Mother of God,
I can hear her.
The father upturns the living room.
FATHER
Casey! Casey!
MOTHER
Not my daughter...not my...
The husband grabs hold of his wife.
FATHER
Get in the car and drive down to
the Mackenzie's.
The other throws the front door open and rushes out...the
father moves through the house when a SCREAM echoes out.
That of his wife. He tears off for the front door.
EXT. FRONT DOOR
The father rushes out the door to find his wife, on her
knees, bent over, retching. His eyes move beyond to a tree
in the front yard...his stomach fails him...his dinner
rises...as he bares witness to the single, most horrifying
sight he'll ever see.
That of his only daughter as she hangs from a big oak
tree...strung up...very much dead...her stomach ripped open.
BLACKOUT!
BEGIN MAIN TITLES
FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM - SAME NIGHT
A teenage girl's room. Neat and pinkish. On the bed,
amongst age-old stuffed animals lie opened school books. The
CAMERA PANS to a desk against the wall where...
SIDNEY PRESCOTT
a young girl of 17, sits, her face glued to the computer
monitor in front of her. CLOSE ON her face. Sharp and
clever with deep, lonely eyes. She's comfortable in a
plain, flannel nightgown.
Her hands are at work, typing feverishly, when suddenly...
CRASH-BOOM
A noise behind her. She turns abruptly, eyeing an open
window across the room. A SCRATCHING sound. She stands and
moves toward it.
EXT. WINDOW
Sidney sticks her head out the window. The late night wind
hits her face as a SHADOW appears just to the left of her, a
hand reaches out, grabs her and suddenly a FIGURE is on top
of her...
INT. BEDROOM
Sid SCREAMS...pulling away from the figure...breaking free,
falling back onto the floor.
VOICE
(o.c.)
Hey...it's just me.
Sid looks up to see...
BILLY LOOMIS
A young, strapping boy of seventeen. Handsome and alluring.
A star quarterback/ class president type of guy. He sports
a smile that could last for days.
SIDNEY
Billy? What the...
BILLY
I'm sorry. Don't hate me.
SIDNEY
What are you doing here?
BILLY
You sleep in THAT?
Billy pulls himself through the window.
SIDNEY
(whispering)
My dad's in the other room.
BILLY
I'll only stay a sec.
Suddenly...
The bedroom door BURSTS open. The doorknob catches on the
open closet door behind it jamming it, holding it in place.
VOICE
(from behind door)
What's going on in there?
Billy quickly rolls out of sight behind the bed. Sidney
unjams the door to reveal...
MR. PRESCOTT, late 40's, a severe presence. A distracted
man, nervous and pre-occupied.
MR. PRESCOTT
Are you okay?
SIDNEY
Can you knock?
MR. PRESCOTT
I heard screaming.
SIDNEY
No you didn't.
MR. PRESCOTT
No? Oh, well...I'm hitting the sack. My
flight leaves first thing in the morning.
Now the expo runs all weekend so I
won't be back til Sunday. There's cash
on the table and I'll be staying at the
Raleigh Hilton...
SIDNEY
..out at the airport...
MR. PRESCOTT
..so call if you need me.
SIDNEY
Got it.
He gives the bedroom a quick once over.
MR. PRESCOTT
I coulda swore I heard screaming.
Sidney distracts him, giving him a peck on the cheek.
SIDNEY
Have a good trip.
MR. PRESCOTT
Sleep tight, sweetie.
He gives her a wink and pulls the door closed. Billy
reappears.
BILLY
Close call.
SIDNEY
What are you doing here?
Billy takes a flying leap and lands on the bed.
BILLY
It just occurred to me that I've never
snuck through your bedroom window.
SIDNEY
Now that it's out of your system.
BILLY
And I was home, bored, watching
television, THE EXORCIST was on
and it got me thinking of you.
SIDNEY
Oh it did?
BILLY
Yeah, it was edited for TV. All the good
stuff was cut out and I started thinking
about us and how two years ago, we started
off kinda hot and heavy, a nice solid "R"
rating on our way to an NC17. And how
things have changed and, lately, we're just
sot of...edited for television.
SIDNEY
So you thought you could sneak in my
window and we would have little bump-
bump.
BILLY
No, no. I wouldn't dream of breaking your
underwear rule. I just thought we might do
some on top of the clothes stuff.
She snuggles up next to him, planting a kiss on his lips.
Passionate and gentle. He, however, reacts like a shark,
moving on top of her, his hands everywhere as he presses
into her...Sidney breaks away.
SIDNEY
Time to go, stud bucket.
Billy sits up. His heart isn't racing...it's POUNDING.
BILLY
See what you do to me.
Sweat has popped out all over his forehead, his breathing
heavy.
SIDNEY
You know what my dad will do to you?
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ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW. She can't quite see all of the porch.
SIDNEY
Oh yeah? Well I call your bluff.
Sidney goes to the front door. She unlocks the bolt,
unsnags the chain, and pulls the door open...revealing the
front porch...
COMPLETELY EMPTY.
She steps out onto it, phone still in hand. A single light
shines overhead illuminating the porch, but little beyond.
Darkness is all around.
SIDNEY
So where are you?
MAN
Right here.
Sidney peers out into the darkness past thick shrubs that
grow on either side of the porch.
SIDNEY
Can you see me right now?
MAN
Uh-huh.
SIDNEY
What am I doing?
She sticks her finger up her nose, pretending to pick.
Silence. No answer.
SIDNEY
Good try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry.
Bye now.
MAN
If you hang up, you'll die just like your
mother.
Sidney stops dead in her tracks, speechless.
MAN
(deadly)
Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother
didn't.
His seriousness unnerves her. Sid flies off the handle.
SIDNEY
FUCK YOU! YOU CRETIN!
She hangs up on him. Moves back inside the house. Locks,
chains, and bolts the door when...
A FIGURE COMES LEAPING OUT OF THE HALL CLOSET
rushing her, ramming into her side..the phone flies..the
FIGURE is on top of her as she goes down...SCREAMING...
She looks up to see the FIGURE, darkly dressed with a pale,
distorted face, white and ghostly...a mask.
Her instincts surface and she kicks up with her foot making
the contact with his leg...he topples over...coming right at
her, his hand finding her neck. Suddenly, along, silver
blade appears above her.
Sidney pulls, jerks, twists...finally she lifts her torso
forward knocking the FIGURE off her...sending him reeling
into the living room. Wasting no time, Sidney leaps to her
feet.
She moves to the front door, unlocks it...pulls it open...it
catches on the chain. Shit! She pushes it closed again
looking behind her..the FIGURE has risen, knife in hand.
Sidney pulls on the chain and then-inexplicably turns and...
RUNS UP THE STAIRS. The FIGURE right behind her.
INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING
The FIGURE leaps at Sidney taking hold of her foot, she
grabs madly at the wall...her hands grasp a framed
painting-a quiet country home, subdued colors, done in
oils-she rips it from the wall swinging it behind her...
It catches the FIGURE head on, smashing against his skull,
sending him backwards, tumbling down the stairs. Sidney
races to her bedroom...
INT. BEDROOM
She locks the door shut, the pulls her closet door open,
placing the edge right at the door knob just as...
THE FIGURE POUNDS AGAINST THE BEDROOM DOOR...
ramming it, it rips open, but the closet door catches it in
a crazy vice-like hold.
Sidney grabs the desk phone. It's dead...off the hook
downstairs.
The figure rushes the door several times..the frame
splinters..but won't give.
Sidney is at her computer, she punches at the keypad madly.
CLOSE ON SCREEN AS WORDS APPEAR.
FAX MODEM
9-1-1 SEND
The knife slashes through the crack in the door wildly.
ON SCREEN AGAIN
HELP KILLER
34 ELM ST
Sidney presses SEND when it occurs to her-all is quiet. The
FIGURE is gone. A fearful silence. She looks around...the
only sound her own rapid, terrified BREATHING.
ON THE SCREEN
"Stay calm. Police enroute."
Suddenly a NOISE at the window...Sidney looks up to see...
BILLY
her boyfriend, staring at her, surprised.
SIDNEY
Oh Billy...Please...God...
BILLY
I heard screaming. The door was locked.
Are you okay...
SIDNEY
He's here. He's trying to kill me...
Billy pulls himself through the window. As he does, a small
black object falls from his dark jeans. It hits the floor
as Sidney eyes it...a sleek, compact cellular phone.
Sidney stops in her tracks. Their eyes meet...an eternity.
A SIREN is heard in the distance. Sidney bolts...
BILLY
Hey...wait...what's goin..
Billy reaches for her. Sidney unblocks the bedroom door and
tears out of the room.
INT. LANDING
Sidney nearly falls down the stairs...
INT. FOYER
She rips the chain off the door, pulls it open, coming face
to face with a white, ghostly mask.
A massive SCREAM erupts from her gut as...
THE CAMERA PULLS BACK
to find Dewey-Deputy Riley, holding it. Red lights flash,
sirens BLAST vas car after car surrounds the house.
Sidney falls into the safety of Dewey's arms.
EXT. FRONT YARD - MINUTES LATER
The yard is a whirlwind of activity. An ambulance, squad
cars, cops everywhere...
CLOSE ON BILLY'S FACE
as it SMASHES against the hood of a police car. His hands
are being cuffed, his rights being read.
BILLY
(screaming)
I didn't do anything! Sid...where's Sid?
Ask her, she'll tell ya...
Dewey holds a car door open as Sheriff Burke steps out.
DEWEY
We got him, Sheriff. Billy Loomis.
SHERIFF BURKE
Hank Loomis' kid? Aw..Jesus...
DEWEY
He's her boyfriend.
They approach Billy as he's being placed in a squad car.
BILLY
Sheriff...I didn't do it...please, call
my Dad..please...
The squad car disappears with Billy as another car comes to
a stop in front of the house. Tatum gets out, freaked
beyond belief.
Back to the Sheriff and Dewey as they storm across the yard.
DEWEY
I was first to respond.
SHERIFF BURKE
What were you doing out here?
DEWEY
Drive by patrol.
SHERIFF BURKE
How is she?
DEWEY
She's tough.
SHERIFF BURKE
Have to be. The shit she's gone through.
Across the yard sits Sidney, in the back of an ambulance as
PARAMEDICS check her out.
Sheriff Burke and Riley approach.
SHERIFF BURKE
We're seeing a lot of you today.
She tries to smile but fails.
DEWEY
You gonna be able to come down to the
station and talk to us a bit?
SIDNEY
..yeah...
TATUM appears, barreling past an OFFICER.
TATUM
What happened? Oh God...
Tatum rushes to her, grabbing hold of her.
DEWEY
(to Tatum)
What are you doing here?
TATUM
Oh, God, Sid, I'm sorry I was late.
DEWEY
You can't be here, Tatum. This is an
official crime scene.
SIDNEY
It's okay. She was supposed to pick me
up.
TATUM
Her dad's out of town. She's staying
with us.
DEWEY
Does mom know?
TATUM
Yes, you doofus.
Two news vans come driving up the street.
SHERIFF BURKE
The vultures are coming. Let's get you
out of here.
EXT. STREET
A big, white news van comes to a stop in front of the house.
The side door slides open and Gale Weathers hops out just in
time to see Sidney being escorted to a squad car.
GALE
I'll be damned.
Jumping from the driver's seat is KENNY, Gale's cameraman
and flunky. An earnest young chap on the chubby side.
KENNY
What? What?
GALE
Jesus! The camera-hurry!
But it's too late. Sidney is as good as gone. Gale sees
Tatum moving quickly to her car.
GALE
Excuse me?
Tatum looks up to see Gale Weathers rushing her.
GALE
Was that Sidney Prescott they took away?
TATUM
I don't know.
Tatum hops in her car, ignoring her.
GALE
What happened to her?
TATUM
I'm not talking to you.
Tatum's car peels out as Kenny comes running up with his
camera.
KENNY
Where'd she go?
Gale spins around, flashing her pearly whites.
GALE
Look, Kenny, I know you're about fifty
pounds overweight but when I say hurry
please interpret that as...MOVE YOUR
FAT TUB OF LARD ASS NOW!
Gale moves back to the van leaving Kenny miffed.
INT. POLICE STATION
A small town station. The bull pen is a little square room
with four desks and tonight--it's hopping. Cops everywhere.
INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE
Sidney sits at a desk drinking a cup of water. She wears
the Sheriff's jacket over her shoulders. Dewey approaches.
SIDNEY
Did you reach my Dad?
DEWEY
You're sure it was the Hilton?
SIDNEY
At the airport.
DEWEY
He's not registered. Could he have gone
to another hotel?
SIDNEY
I don't know. I guess.
DEWEY
We'll find him, Sid. Don't worry.
Sidney stares blankly, numb.
INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE
Billy sits opposite Sheriff Burke. Next to Billy, sits his
father, HANK LOOMIS, an older version of Billy.
SHERIFF BURKE
What are you doing with a cellular
telephone, son?
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by Kevin Williamson.
Rewrite, July 31, 1995.
More info about this movie on IMDb.com
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
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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
-Mrs.Vorhees was the original killer. Jason
didn't show up until the sequel.
Casey is stupefied.
CASEY
You tricked me...
MAN
Lucky, for you there's a bonus round.
But poor Steve...I'm afraid...he's out.
This implication sends Casey running to the kitchen...to the
glass doors. She flips on the porch lights to see...
STEVE
eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair...his belly gaping
open...a mass of blood and ripped flesh...his insides lay on
the ground between his feet...steam rising.
A SCREAM erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey
collapse on the floor...nearly passing out. CLOSE ON her
face...pale and ghostly white. She SOBS.
MAN
Final question. Are you ready?
She doesn't answer. A long, maddening silence. Casey
reaches up and CLICKS off the light, making Steve go
away...wishing, hoping...
CASEY
..leave me alone..please...
MAN
Answer the question and I will.
Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking
slowly back and forth.
MAN
What door am I at?
CASEY
What?
MAN
There are two doors to your house. A
front door and a back one. If you answer
correctly-you live.
From where Casey sits she can see both front and back doors.
She deliberates...with her last bit of strength she tries to
strategize. Eyeing both, the front door...the back door
trying to decide between the two.
CASEY
Don't make me...I can't...I won't.
MAN
Your call.
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
Somewhere in the house, back flat against a window,
listening to FEET ON CRACKING GLASS. She turns and unlocks
the latch, quietly sliding it up. She can hear him move
through the foyer...to the front door.
Casey lifts herself up and puts her legs through the window.
She holds the knife in one hand, the phone in the other.
Casey eases out the window, fumbling, dropping the knife
back in the house. She starts to reach for it. Fuck it,
she takes off...
EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE
Casey it at the back corner of the house.
MAN
I can hear you. I know you're here.
Casey eases along a narrow path between a tall fence and the
side of the house...going for the front yard. She must pass
the three curtainless windows. She gets to the first one
and peeks in...
The FIGURE has pulled open the foyer closet, searching for
her.
Casey creeps along, to the next window, she looks in...the
FIGURE is completely on the other side of the room moving
toward the hall that leads to other parts of the house.
She moves further along the house...squeezing by hedges...to
the third window...she peeks in to the FIGURE...
STARING BACK AT HER...
His face covered with a ghostly white mask, inches from
her...his eyes piercing through...soulless...Casey SCREAMS
BLOODY MURDER as a hand...
CRASHES through the glass window grabbing hold of her
neck...she beats at him trying to free herself...her nails
dig into his arm...she wrenches from side to side...finally
breaking free as the hands disappear inside the house...
EXT. CORNER OF HOUSE
Casey sails around the corner of the house, eyeing the front
door. It remains closed. Her eyes cover the sprawling
country yard when suddenly....
HEADLIGHTS APPEAR
in the distance, coming down the road towards the
house...she recognizes them instantly. Mom...Dad...she
tears off across the yard toward them...moving like
lightning...
The car turns into the driveway...Casey SCREAMS, waving
madly, rushing by a tree as...
THE GHOST MASKED FIGURE APPEARS
Casey stumbles back, catching her balance...the FIGURE moves
on her, arm poised high...a flash of silver...and Casey is
struck, across the chest. She looks down to see her shirt
blossoming red...a look of bewilderment as she drops to one
knee.
The knife rises again...Casey throws her hand forward...the
blade comes down...but it's blocked by the portable phone
still in her hand. She turns staggering to...
EXT. DRIVEWAY
A MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE emerge from the parked car. They move
to the front door completely unaware of what's happening to
their daughter, only feet from them.
EXT. FRONT YARD
Casey stumbles forward...her parents ten feet away...she
opens her mouth to scream but no sound resonates...she is
beyond words...staggering, swaying...the FIGURE moving
behind her.
EXT. FRONT DOOR
Her parents approach the door
FATHER
That fish smelled strong.
MOTHER
I told you to send it back.
The father discovers the front door ajar. A puzzled look.
Casey is right behind them with one arm outstretched. If
they'd only turn around...
They enter the house and close the door as....
Casey collapses on the ground, clutching her bloody
chest...the FIGURE upon her.
INT. FOYER
The father sees straight back into the kitchen...the
shattered patio door.
FATHER
Jesus...
MOTHER
What is it? Where's Casey?
FATHER
(calling out)
Casey? Casey?
In a split second they're both panic stricken. The father
begins searching the house frantically. The mother is
hysterical.
EXT. FRONT YARD
CLOSE ON Casey...she's dragged by her feet through damp
soil...the life going fast from her body...her hand still
clutching the phone.
INT. FOYER
Back in the house.
MOTHER
Where is she?
FATHER
Call the police.
The mother moves to the phone in the foyer, picks it
up...There is no dial tone. She jiggles the base.
FATHER
(searching)
Casey? Where are you honey? Call the
police, goddammit.
MOTHER
The phone's dead.
The...the softest...faintest voice is heard...
CASEY
(from phone)
..help me...
MOTHER
She's here, God, I can hear her.
Where's my baby?
The husband returns to the foyer finding his wife clinging
to the phone.
FATHER
Where is she?
MOTHER
I can hear her. Oh Mother of God,
I can hear her.
The father upturns the living room.
FATHER
Casey! Casey!
MOTHER
Not my daughter...not my...
The husband grabs hold of his wife.
FATHER
Get in the car and drive down to
the Mackenzie's.
The other throws the front door open and rushes out...the
father moves through the house when a SCREAM echoes out.
That of his wife. He tears off for the front door.
EXT. FRONT DOOR
The father rushes out the door to find his wife, on her
knees, bent over, retching. His eyes move beyond to a tree
in the front yard...his stomach fails him...his dinner
rises...as he bares witness to the single, most horrifying
sight he'll ever see.
That of his only daughter as she hangs from a big oak
tree...strung up...very much dead...her stomach ripped open.
BLACKOUT!
BEGIN MAIN TITLES
FADE IN:
INT. BEDROOM - SAME NIGHT
A teenage girl's room. Neat and pinkish. On the bed,
amongst age-old stuffed animals lie opened school books. The
CAMERA PANS to a desk against the wall where...
SIDNEY PRESCOTT
a young girl of 17, sits, her face glued to the computer
monitor in front of her. CLOSE ON her face. Sharp and
clever with deep, lonely eyes. She's comfortable in a
plain, flannel nightgown.
Her hands are at work, typing feverishly, when suddenly...
CRASH-BOOM
A noise behind her. She turns abruptly, eyeing an open
window across the room. A SCRATCHING sound. She stands and
moves toward it.
EXT. WINDOW
Sidney sticks her head out the window. The late night wind
hits her face as a SHADOW appears just to the left of her, a
hand reaches out, grabs her and suddenly a FIGURE is on top
of her...
INT. BEDROOM
Sid SCREAMS...pulling away from the figure...breaking free,
falling back onto the floor.
VOICE
(o.c.)
Hey...it's just me.
Sid looks up to see...
BILLY LOOMIS
A young, strapping boy of seventeen. Handsome and alluring.
A star quarterback/ class president type of guy. He sports
a smile that could last for days.
SIDNEY
Billy? What the...
BILLY
I'm sorry. Don't hate me.
SIDNEY
What are you doing here?
BILLY
You sleep in THAT?
Billy pulls himself through the window.
SIDNEY
(whispering)
My dad's in the other room.
BILLY
I'll only stay a sec.
Suddenly...
The bedroom door BURSTS open. The doorknob catches on the
open closet door behind it jamming it, holding it in place.
VOICE
(from behind door)
What's going on in there?
Billy quickly rolls out of sight behind the bed. Sidney
unjams the door to reveal...
MR. PRESCOTT, late 40's, a severe presence. A distracted
man, nervous and pre-occupied.
MR. PRESCOTT
Are you okay?
SIDNEY
Can you knock?
MR. PRESCOTT
I heard screaming.
SIDNEY
No you didn't.
MR. PRESCOTT
No? Oh, well...I'm hitting the sack. My
flight leaves first thing in the morning.
Now the expo runs all weekend so I
won't be back til Sunday. There's cash
on the table and I'll be staying at the
Raleigh Hilton...
SIDNEY
..out at the airport...
MR. PRESCOTT
..so call if you need me.
SIDNEY
Got it.
He gives the bedroom a quick once over.
MR. PRESCOTT
I coulda swore I heard screaming.
Sidney distracts him, giving him a peck on the cheek.
SIDNEY
Have a good trip.
MR. PRESCOTT
Sleep tight, sweetie.
He gives her a wink and pulls the door closed. Billy
reappears.
BILLY
Close call.
SIDNEY
What are you doing here?
Billy takes a flying leap and lands on the bed.
BILLY
It just occurred to me that I've never
snuck through your bedroom window.
SIDNEY
Now that it's out of your system.
BILLY
And I was home, bored, watching
television, THE EXORCIST was on
and it got me thinking of you.
SIDNEY
Oh it did?
BILLY
Yeah, it was edited for TV. All the good
stuff was cut out and I started thinking
about us and how two years ago, we started
off kinda hot and heavy, a nice solid "R"
rating on our way to an NC17. And how
things have changed and, lately, we're just
sot of...edited for television.
SIDNEY
So you thought you could sneak in my
window and we would have little bump-
bump.
BILLY
No, no. I wouldn't dream of breaking your
underwear rule. I just thought we might do
some on top of the clothes stuff.
She snuggles up next to him, planting a kiss on his lips.
Passionate and gentle. He, however, reacts like a shark,
moving on top of her, his hands everywhere as he presses
into her...Sidney breaks away.
SIDNEY
Time to go, stud bucket.
Billy sits up. His heart isn't racing...it's POUNDING.
BILLY
See what you do to me.
Sweat has popped out all over his forehead, his breathing
heavy.
SIDNEY
You know what my dad will do to you?
BILLY
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MAN
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ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW. She can't quite see all of the porch.
SIDNEY
Oh yeah? Well I call your bluff.
Sidney goes to the front door. She unlocks the bolt,
unsnags the chain, and pulls the door open...revealing the
front porch...
COMPLETELY EMPTY.
She steps out onto it, phone still in hand. A single light
shines overhead illuminating the porch, but little beyond.
Darkness is all around.
SIDNEY
So where are you?
MAN
Right here.
Sidney peers out into the darkness past thick shrubs that
grow on either side of the porch.
SIDNEY
Can you see me right now?
MAN
Uh-huh.
SIDNEY
What am I doing?
She sticks her finger up her nose, pretending to pick.
Silence. No answer.
SIDNEY
Good try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry.
Bye now.
MAN
If you hang up, you'll die just like your
mother.
Sidney stops dead in her tracks, speechless.
MAN
(deadly)
Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother
didn't.
His seriousness unnerves her. Sid flies off the handle.
SIDNEY
FUCK YOU! YOU CRETIN!
She hangs up on him. Moves back inside the house. Locks,
chains, and bolts the door when...
A FIGURE COMES LEAPING OUT OF THE HALL CLOSET
rushing her, ramming into her side..the phone flies..the
FIGURE is on top of her as she goes down...SCREAMING...
She looks up to see the FIGURE, darkly dressed with a pale,
distorted face, white and ghostly...a mask.
Her instincts surface and she kicks up with her foot making
the contact with his leg...he topples over...coming right at
her, his hand finding her neck. Suddenly, along, silver
blade appears above her.
Sidney pulls, jerks, twists...finally she lifts her torso
forward knocking the FIGURE off her...sending him reeling
into the living room. Wasting no time, Sidney leaps to her
feet.
She moves to the front door, unlocks it...pulls it open...it
catches on the chain. Shit! She pushes it closed again
looking behind her..the FIGURE has risen, knife in hand.
Sidney pulls on the chain and then-inexplicably turns and...
RUNS UP THE STAIRS. The FIGURE right behind her.
INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING
The FIGURE leaps at Sidney taking hold of her foot, she
grabs madly at the wall...her hands grasp a framed
painting-a quiet country home, subdued colors, done in
oils-she rips it from the wall swinging it behind her...
It catches the FIGURE head on, smashing against his skull,
sending him backwards, tumbling down the stairs. Sidney
races to her bedroom...
INT. BEDROOM
She locks the door shut, the pulls her closet door open,
placing the edge right at the door knob just as...
THE FIGURE POUNDS AGAINST THE BEDROOM DOOR...
ramming it, it rips open, but the closet door catches it in
a crazy vice-like hold.
Sidney grabs the desk phone. It's dead...off the hook
downstairs.
The figure rushes the door several times..the frame
splinters..but won't give.
Sidney is at her computer, she punches at the keypad madly.
CLOSE ON SCREEN AS WORDS APPEAR.
FAX MODEM
9-1-1 SEND
The knife slashes through the crack in the door wildly.
ON SCREEN AGAIN
HELP KILLER
34 ELM ST
Sidney presses SEND when it occurs to her-all is quiet. The
FIGURE is gone. A fearful silence. She looks around...the
only sound her own rapid, terrified BREATHING.
ON THE SCREEN
"Stay calm. Police enroute."
Suddenly a NOISE at the window...Sidney looks up to see...
BILLY
her boyfriend, staring at her, surprised.
SIDNEY
Oh Billy...Please...God...
BILLY
I heard screaming. The door was locked.
Are you okay...
SIDNEY
He's here. He's trying to kill me...
Billy pulls himself through the window. As he does, a small
black object falls from his dark jeans. It hits the floor
as Sidney eyes it...a sleek, compact cellular phone.
Sidney stops in her tracks. Their eyes meet...an eternity.
A SIREN is heard in the distance. Sidney bolts...
BILLY
Hey...wait...what's goin..
Billy reaches for her. Sidney unblocks the bedroom door and
tears out of the room.
INT. LANDING
Sidney nearly falls down the stairs...
INT. FOYER
She rips the chain off the door, pulls it open, coming face
to face with a white, ghostly mask.
A massive SCREAM erupts from her gut as...
THE CAMERA PULLS BACK
to find Dewey-Deputy Riley, holding it. Red lights flash,
sirens BLAST vas car after car surrounds the house.
Sidney falls into the safety of Dewey's arms.
EXT. FRONT YARD - MINUTES LATER
The yard is a whirlwind of activity. An ambulance, squad
cars, cops everywhere...
CLOSE ON BILLY'S FACE
as it SMASHES against the hood of a police car. His hands
are being cuffed, his rights being read.
BILLY
(screaming)
I didn't do anything! Sid...where's Sid?
Ask her, she'll tell ya...
Dewey holds a car door open as Sheriff Burke steps out.
DEWEY
We got him, Sheriff. Billy Loomis.
SHERIFF BURKE
Hank Loomis' kid? Aw..Jesus...
DEWEY
He's her boyfriend.
They approach Billy as he's being placed in a squad car.
BILLY
Sheriff...I didn't do it...please, call
my Dad..please...
The squad car disappears with Billy as another car comes to
a stop in front of the house. Tatum gets out, freaked
beyond belief.
Back to the Sheriff and Dewey as they storm across the yard.
DEWEY
I was first to respond.
SHERIFF BURKE
What were you doing out here?
DEWEY
Drive by patrol.
SHERIFF BURKE
How is she?
DEWEY
She's tough.
SHERIFF BURKE
Have to be. The shit she's gone through.
Across the yard sits Sidney, in the back of an ambulance as
PARAMEDICS check her out.
Sheriff Burke and Riley approach.
SHERIFF BURKE
We're seeing a lot of you today.
She tries to smile but fails.
DEWEY
You gonna be able to come down to the
station and talk to us a bit?
SIDNEY
..yeah...
TATUM appears, barreling past an OFFICER.
TATUM
What happened? Oh God...
Tatum rushes to her, grabbing hold of her.
DEWEY
(to Tatum)
What are you doing here?
TATUM
Oh, God, Sid, I'm sorry I was late.
DEWEY
You can't be here, Tatum. This is an
official crime scene.
SIDNEY
It's okay. She was supposed to pick me
up.
TATUM
Her dad's out of town. She's staying
with us.
DEWEY
Does mom know?
TATUM
Yes, you doofus.
Two news vans come driving up the street.
SHERIFF BURKE
The vultures are coming. Let's get you
out of here.
EXT. STREET
A big, white news van comes to a stop in front of the house.
The side door slides open and Gale Weathers hops out just in
time to see Sidney being escorted to a squad car.
GALE
I'll be damned.
Jumping from the driver's seat is KENNY, Gale's cameraman
and flunky. An earnest young chap on the chubby side.
KENNY
What? What?
GALE
Jesus! The camera-hurry!
But it's too late. Sidney is as good as gone. Gale sees
Tatum moving quickly to her car.
GALE
Excuse me?
Tatum looks up to see Gale Weathers rushing her.
GALE
Was that Sidney Prescott they took away?
TATUM
I don't know.
Tatum hops in her car, ignoring her.
GALE
What happened to her?
TATUM
I'm not talking to you.
Tatum's car peels out as Kenny comes running up with his
camera.
KENNY
Where'd she go?
Gale spins around, flashing her pearly whites.
GALE
Look, Kenny, I know you're about fifty
pounds overweight but when I say hurry
please interpret that as...MOVE YOUR
FAT TUB OF LARD ASS NOW!
Gale moves back to the van leaving Kenny miffed.
INT. POLICE STATION
A small town station. The bull pen is a little square room
with four desks and tonight--it's hopping. Cops everywhere.
INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE
Sidney sits at a desk drinking a cup of water. She wears
the Sheriff's jacket over her shoulders. Dewey approaches.
SIDNEY
Did you reach my Dad?
DEWEY
You're sure it was the Hilton?
SIDNEY
At the airport.
DEWEY
He's not registered. Could he have gone
to another hotel?
SIDNEY
I don't know. I guess.
DEWEY
We'll find him, Sid. Don't worry.
Sidney stares blankly, numb.
INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE
Billy sits opposite Sheriff Burke. Next to Billy, sits his
father, HANK LOOMIS, an older version of Billy.
SHERIFF BURKE
What are you doing with a cellular
telephone, son?
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