FADE IN:

EXT. MOVIE THEATER - NIGHT

A gala event. Black limos pull up and drop off their
passengers, all of them celebrities. We see BRAD PITT and
JENNIFER ANISTON, SARAH MICHELLE GELLAR, JIM CARREY, among
others.

Photographer's camera's FLASH as the stars pose.

ENTERTAIMENT REPORTER
We're live outside the Hollywood
Grand Theater, where the premiere
of Stab 3 is about to begin. This
movie is filled with controversy,
and long legal battles to get it
back into production after former
director Roman Bridger went on a
muderous rampage, killing the cast.
And the studio has only one man to
thank for getting it back on track,
and here he is now! Mr. Parker! Mr.
Parker!

BLAINE PARKER walks into VIEW. On his arm is DEBRA YOUNG.

BLAINE
Yes, what can I do for you?

ENTERTAIMENT REPORTER
Blaine, tell the viewers at home
just what you did to help make Stab
3.

BLAINE
I wrote it, and I directed it, and
I co-produced it.

DEBRA
He does a little bit of everything.

BLAINE
Yes I do.

ENTERTAIMENT REPORTER
How do you feel about the rumors
that the real Sydney Prescott will
be here tonight?

BLAINE
(smiles)
Well, then I'd just have to meet
her and get her autograph.
(laughs)
God knows I've written enough of
her in Stab 3.

He and Debra continue into the theater.

Another limo pulls up. The door opens, and SYDNEY PRESCOTT
steps out, followed by DEWEY and GALE RILEY, all dressed in
their finest.

DEWEY
So this is what a movie premiere is
like!

GALE
I know! I'll have to thank Wes for
it.

SYDNEY
How did you get him to invite us?

GALE
An old favor.

Dewey gives her a look.

GALE
Never mind.

They walk down the red carpet, and into the theater.

INT. THEATER - LOBBY

A huge, cavernous lobby, full of people. Some sitting at the
many round tables, other loitering around the buffet table.

DEWEY
I'm gonna go get something to eat.

GALE
I'm right behind you.
(to Sydney)
You want anything?

SYDNEY
No, I'll be fine.

DEWEY
More for me.

He eagerly rushes over, grabbing a plate. Gale's right
behind him.

Debra walks over to Sydney.

DEBRA
Hey Sydney!

SYDNEY
Hey Deb.

DEBRA
Who were those two?

Sydney looks over at Gale and Dewey. Dewey's looking over
the food, not sure what to choose.

SYDNEY
What? You've never heard of Gale
Weathers?

DEBRA
Oh, that's Gale. Who's the other?

SYDNEY
Dewey Riley.

Debra watches him put a little bit of everything on his plate.

DEBRA
Quite a character. Blaine did a
good job writing him.

SYDNEY
Yes. So where is this mysterious
savior of Stab 3?

DEBRA
Sitting with us at our table.

SYDNEY
Us?

DEBRA
Me, Blaine, Dale, Karen, and Mark.
You know, the four survivors and
our screenwriter. You wanna meet him?

SYDNEY
Sure.

Debra drags her over to the table.

Blaine's sipping at a glass of champagne, while listening to
a joke.

MARK
...gives the inkeeper three nails
and says...

BLAINE
Can you put me up for the night.

They laugh. Mark looks at Blaine.

MARK
Man, you stole my fucking joke.

BLAINE
And you stole it from The Crow.

MARK
Well, I guess that joke died a
horrible death and had to be
resurrected.

More laughter.

DEBRA
Blaine.

BLAINE
Yeah, Deb?

DEBRA
I want to introduce you to Sydney
Prescott.

Blaine turns in his chair.

BLAINE
Hello...
(notices Sydney)
Hello.

PAN from Sydney's feet to her face. A ravishing beauty in
her red dress, with a slit up one leg, and open backed.

SYDNEY
Hi.

BLAINE
Have a seat.

SYDNEY
Thank you.

She sits.

Debra takes her seat next to Blaine.

DEBRA
Sydney's really wanted to meet you.

BLAINE
Likewise, I'm sure.

SYDNEY
I read your script. It was wonderful.

BLAINE
Really? Thank you very much.

SYDNEY
I wasn't sure if I was reading a
story or my life.

BLAINE
(laughs)
I am good, aren't I.

Debra takes Blaine's arm.

DEBRA
He's one of the best in the business.

SYDNEY
Are you and Debra...

DEBRA
(laughs)
Us? No. Just good friends.

BLAINE
I'm single. Just can't seem to find
the right woman who will listen to
me ramble on and on about my scripts.

DEBRA
And I'm not one of those women.

Sydney laughs.

BLAINE
Not to start a rumor or anything,
but I'm working on a Stab 4...

OVER AT THE BUFFET

Dewey looks over at Sydney, Blaine, Debra, Mark, Karen, Dale.

DEWEY
Hey, who's the guy talking to Sydney.

GALE
That's Blaine Parker. Hollywood's
newest screenwriting gold mine. The
guys a screenwriting genious.

DEWEY
He's the one that wrote Stab 3?

GALE
Yeah. I heard he was discovered in
the gutter.

DEWEY
Oh yeah?

GALE
I also heard he was gay, and once
was in a hardcore porn. So take
your facts with a grain of salt.

OVER AT THE TABLE

SYDNEY
Stab 4 huh?

BLAINE
Yeah. Can't talk about the plot
yet, though.

SYDNEY
Uh huh.

DALE
Yo, Blaine, do you Stab Killer voice.

BLAINE
Not now.

KAREN
Oh come on.

DEBRA
(to Sydney)
Blaine also did the voice of the
killer in Stab 3.

SYDNEY
(to Debra)
Wow.
(to Blaine)
So let's hear it.

BLAINE
Okay, fine.
(in Killer voice)
Hello Sydney. I hear you like scary
movies. Well what's your favorite?

The table laughs. Sydney just stares.

SYDNEY
That's really really good.

BLAINE
Just something I picked up.

MARK
Well, movie's about to start. Gotta
get my seat. See ya two later.

BLAINE
Guess I will too. Us directors have
to be punctual.

SYDNEY
I'll come with you.

Gale and Dewey come over.

Dewey has a plate full of food.

GALE
Hey, where're you goin'?

SYDNEY
To get our seats.

DEWEY
You're not gonna introduce us to
your friend?

Too late. They've already entered the theater.

GALE
I think Syd's in love.

CLOSE UP - the Stab Killer carboard stand up... is it just
us, or does it move a little?

FADE OUT

FADE IN:

EXT. BRIDAL BOUTIQUE - NIGHT

A nice, expensive, bridal store.

BLAINE (O.C.)
So it seem that they turned Stab 4
down, but I'm okay with that. I can
put it on the back burner and
concentrate on my other pieces of
work.

CUT TO:

CLOSE ON - TV

Blaine is on Jay Leno.

JAY
So, I hear you have a marriage
coming up?

BLAINE
Yes. To Sydney Prescott.

JAY
The person Stab is based off of?

BLAINE
Yeah.

JAY
You know, her past boyfriends all
died.

BLAINE
Well then third time's the charm.

Jay laughs.

PULL BACK until we're

INT. BRIDAL BOUTIQUE

Sydney glances at the big screen in the corner.

She's getting browsing for her gown.

CAROL BABBETT is standing next to her.

CAROL
What about this one?

She holds up a dress.

SYDNEY
No. It's too... I don't know. Normal.

CAROL
And that's not good?

SYDNEY
No. I want something different.

She browses the shelves.

SYDNEY
Found it!

She pulls a white wedding dress off the rack. It's white,
shoulderless, open in the back.

SYDNEY
It's perfect! I'll take it.

FADE TO:

INT. SYDNEY AND BLAINE'S HOUSE

Sydney's sitting on a large gray couch, sorting through the
stack of Nightmare on Elm Street DVDs.

She turns one of the cases over and reads the extra features.

SYDNEY
A screenplay viewer. Figures.

She turs to look over her shoulder.

SYDNEY
Hey Blaine!

BLAINE (O.C.)
Yeah, Syd?

SYDNEY
You sure you want to watch all of
these?

BLAINE (O.C.)
I'll watch 'em if you watch 'em.
Just let me wash my hands.

Running water off screen.

The PHONE RINGS. Sydney picks it up, still holding the DVD
case.

SYDNEY
Hello.

MAN (PHONE)
Hello Sydney.

SYDNEY
You...

She drops the DVD.

CLOSE - DVD - FALLING IN SLO MO

MAN
Freddy's Dead the Final Nightmare.
Good choice in movies.

Sydney looks at the Caller ID.

SYDNEY
Who are you?! Why are you calling
me?!

MAN
I'm on a mobile, Sydney. It wo't
show up on the Caller ID.

Sydney finds the Caller ID. He's right. It says Wireless Call.

SYDNEY
Where are you?

MAN
Look behind you.

She drops the phone and turns around.

A KNIFE flashes toward her.

She SCREAMS and closes her eyes, and then hears someone
laughing.

She opens her eyes and looks at the knife.

PLASTIC.

She looks at the "killer."

SYDNEY
Blaine Parker, you fucking bastard!

BLAINE
(in Killer voice)
Got ya.

She hits him in the arm.

SYDNEY
I outta kill you! I should've known
it wasn't you! The voice sounded
different.

BLAINE
No synthesizer.

She hugs him.

They kiss for a few moments.

BLAINE
I'm sorry. I was just trying to get
into the whole horror movie mood.
(noticing the dropped DVD)
We ready for one last night of
horror movie mayhem b efore the
wedding?

SYDNEY
Can you stomach these? They're
pretty gruesome, ad I did get the
entire Nightmare on Elm Street
series.

Blaine picks up the dropped DVD.

BLAINE
Maybe I should read the script first.

SYDNEY
Oh come on.

BLAINE
Well, if I can sit through all the
Halloween movies, I can sit through
this.

SYDNEY
You threw up after each Halloween
movie.

BLAINE
Yeah, but we had a good laugh.

CUT TO:

EXT. WOODSBORO UNIVERSITY - DAY - ESTABLISHING

A grand brick building stands against the clear blue sky.

Through one of the windows, we can SEE Blaine standing
behind a podium.

INT. SCREENWRITING CLASSROOM

Blaine is standing a podium, as seen from outside, lecturing
to a room full of students, each seated at a desk on "steps."

They take notes while running mini tape recorders. Can't
miss any good info.

BLAINE
Sequels, trilogies, and the
continuing saga. That's the topic I
want to discuss today, and in that
order. To get a sequel, as most of
you know, the first movie has to be
a smash hit. Tae the horror genre.
If the first movie is good, then of
course the sequel can't be that far
behind. Usually after the sequel,
providing it raked in enough
profit, a whole series of movies,
no matter how horrible, are planned.
I've experienced it personally with
my finacee. Last ight we watched
the entire Night on Elm Street
collection. The night before it was
Halloween, the ight before that, it
was Friday the 13th, and the night
before that, it was Evil Dead. I
think the Howling was thrown in
there somewhere too.

Blaine begins walking back ad forth in front of his classroom.

BLAINE
Most horror movies, like those I
mentioned, go for a whole series of
seven, maybe eight movies, before
disappearing off the face of the
planet, such as what happened with
Halloween H20, or the new Friday
the 13th movie currently in
production as we speak. The theme
of these movies is usually the "you
thought it was over" deal. Example,
Halloween H20 took place twenty
years after the Halloween series
ended, and Jamie Lee Curtis's
character, Laurie Strode, thought
she had seen the last of her
brother, Michael. It's usually the
same. The characters think it's
over and then... BLAM!

The students jump. Blaine laughs.


BLAINE
Got ya, didn't I? Freddy, Jason,
Michael Myers, the Evil from Evil
Dead, or others suddenly reappear
and the killing spree begins anew.
How do these rehashes of the
original plot of an old 1950s B-
Movie make such a huge blockbuster
hit?

A STUDENT raises his hand.

STUDENT
Luck?

The class LAUGHS. Blaine grins.

BLAINE
Good answer. Actually that's part
of it. All movies go ito a theater,
and only the lucky ones become hits.
And the even luckier ones become
sequels. But that's not all. You
have to keep the script, and the
movie, unpredictable. You have to
add plot twists, and turns. You
need to keep things new. Keep the
audience guessing, but always
guessing wrong. Always, always,
always know your ending, and when
you write, make all the plot points
point away from actual ending. That
way when the readers of your
script, and if you lucky, viewers,
will have an ending in their minds.
An "Oh, I know what happens"
thought in their heads, and then
suddenly you deliver something
bigger, something surprising,
something no one has ever thought
up before. Take the Sixth Sense for
example. How many have seen it?

A few students raise their hands.

Blaine looks around. Not very many.

BLAINE
Not many. Rent it. I won't ruin it
for you. Trust me, it's cool.

CUT TO:

EXT. SYDNEY AND BLAINE'S HOUSE - DAY

A tall, white exterior with large bay windows in the foyer.
MUSIC is blaring.

A PHONE RINGS.

INT. SYDNEY AND BLAINE'S HOUSE - KITCHEN

Sydney is fixing a sandwich on the counter. A RADIO is
playing music up at FULL BLAST.

She moves to the beat of the music as she fixes her sandwich.

The PHONE RINGS.

Licking some mayonnaise off her fingers, she picks up the
cordles.

SYDNEY
Hello?

MAN (PHONE)
Hello Sydney.

Sydney opens the refridgerator and begins to rummage around
for something.

SYDNEY
Blaine, is that you again? Listen,
it's not funny...

MAN
Who? Oh, I see you're making a
sandwich. Ham and cheese huh? The
mustard is on the shelf.

Sydney looks and spots the mustard. She picks up the bottle,
and shuts the refridgerator door.

SYDNEY
Thanks...

MAN
I'm watching you Sydney.

It finally hits Sydney who's on the other line.

It's NOT BLAINE!

She switches the phone to her other ear, a look of horror on
her face.

SYDNEY
Why are you calling again?

MAN
I want to finish what Billy Loomis
started oh so long ago.

Sydney checks the Caller ID.

SYDNEY
Nice try, George W. Harding.

MAN
He's right here, hanging by a hook.

The Caller ID number is suddenly ERASED.

SYDNEY
Oh shit.

A NOISE, like someone walking, is heard.

Sydney backs up against the counter. She's starting to
hyperventilate.

A BLACK CLOAK disappears around a corner in the house.

MAN
I'm in the house, Sydney. I think
I'll be nice and give you a five
second head start. 1... 2...

Sydney drops the phone, and runs, grabbing her keys on the
way out.

EXT. SYDNEY AND BLAINE'S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - DAY

Sydney rushes to her blue Accord parked in the driveway ad
opens the door to the car. She gets in ad slams the door.

INT. CAR - VIEW THROUGH WINDSHIELD.

The ghost face killer stares at her through one of the big
foyer windows.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - DAY

Sydney quickly starts the car and peels out of the driveway.

EXT. STREET - DAY

FOLLOW THE CAR as we

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SCREENWRITING CLASSROOM

Blaine is still lecturing, and the students are still taking
notes and recordings.

BLAINE
I hope many of you will take what
I've said here to heart. Not only
for your purpose, but it's F'n hard
trying to come up with this stuff.

The class laughs.

BLAINE
This information, and more of which
will come tomorrow, will help all
of you when midterm time comes
about. Your midterm is to write an
outline of a movie, which I will
describe and teach tomorrow. I
expect you all here. And while I'm
giving away midterms, why not
finals as well. Make sure you do
well on your outline. You're going
to be writing a full screenplay
with it.

He glances at the door.

BLAINE'S POV

Sydney is standing in the doorway, panic stricken.

BLAINE
That's all for today. Class
dismissed.

The students shut off their mini recorders and gather their
things and pile out of the room.

An attractive FEMALE STUDENT passes Blaine on the way out.

FEMALE STUDENT
Bye Mr. Parker.

BLAINE
Bye Lauren.

When they're gone, Blaine begins to put his stuff away.

Sydney rushes up to him.

SYDNEY
He's back!

Blaine turns and looks at her.

BLAINE
Ghost Face?

Sydney nods.

SYDNEY
He was in the house. I thought he
was gonna kill me.

He holds her, rubbing her back.

BLAINE
You go to the police. I'll check
the house.

EXT. SYDNEY AND BLAINE'S HOUSE - DAY

Blaine pulls up in his red Lexus.

INT. SYDNEY AND BLAINE'S HOUSE - FOYER

Blaine opens the door.

He tries the lights. Nothing.

BLAINE
Figures. Common horror movie trick.

He opens a nearby closet and retrieves his gun from the top
shelf. He makes sure there's a loaded clip in it and chambers
a round.

INT. SYDNEY AND BLAINE'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Blaine walks down the step into the sunken living room, gun
at the ready.

He starts toward the dining room and kitchen area when his
cell phone rings.

He flips it open.

BLAINE
Hello?

MAN (PHONE)
Stupid... very stupid... to be
alone in the dark.

BLAINE
(angry)
Listen you sick fuck, you can do
all you want to to me, but you stay
the hell away from Sydney!

MAN
Oh, Sydney is safe... for now. But
I think I'll take you up on that
offer.

Someone knocks into Blaine from behind and they both go down.

EXT. SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT - DAY

Sydney pulls up outside the old building.

INT. CAR

She spots Sheriff Dewey getting out of his patrol car.

SYDNEY
Thank God Dewey's here.

EXT. SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT - DAY

She gets out of her car and runs to him.

SYDNEY
Dewey! Hey, Sheriff Riley!

Dewey turns around and removes his sunglasses.

DEWEY
Oh, hey Syd. What's up?

SYDNEY
He's back!

DEWEY
Who?

SYDNEY
Him... Dewey...

Dewey's face goes pale.

DEWEY
Get inside.

INT. SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT

Dewey and Sydney enter through the wooden double doors, amid
the hustle and bustle of small town police work.

Sydney finds a chair next to a desk and sits.

Dewey calls over a deputy.

DEWEY
Deputy Smith, could you get Syd a
glass of water.

DEPUTY SMITH
Yes sir.

He runs off.

Dewey turns back to Sydney. He sits in a chair across from
her.

DEWEY
Tell me about the killer. Any and
everything you remember.

SYDNEY
Well I was at home, alone, fixing
something to eat when the phone
rang. I picked it up and he said
"Hello Sydney." I thought it was
Blaine pulling that stipid joke
again, but it wasn't. He was in the
house Dewey, I saw him...
(beat)
saw him watching me as I left.

She starts shaking.

The deputy returns with the water.

Sydney accepts the cup and drinks some of the water.

She's still shaking.

DEWEY
Where was Blaine?

Sydney looks at him, surprised.

SYDNEY
You not thinking he called...

DEWEY
Everyone's a suspect.

SYDNEY
He was in a class. Ask any of his
students. That's where I found him.

DEWEY
Where is he now?

Sydney's eyes widen.

SYDNEY
At home...

Dewey stands.

DEWEY
Deputy Smith!

DEPUTY SMITH
Sir?

DEWEY
Grab your gun. We're going to..

The doors open and Blaine stumbles in, looking beat up and
bruised with a few minor cuts, but alive.

He takes a step forward and nearly falls. Dewey catches him
and helps him to a chair.

Sydney takes his hand.

SYDNEY
What happened.

Blaine takes a deep breath and grins.

BLAINE
I got into a fight with your
"Ghostface." Basically I bashed him
in the head with my gun, and ran
like the hounds of Hell were after
me. I didn't look back.

DEWEY
You're lucky to be alive.

BLAINE
I know. But in my movies the main
characters never die till last.

They both look at him.

BLAINE
Never mind.

SYDNEY
I just want to go home.

DEWEY
The guy's probably gone by now.
Still, though, maybe I should crash
there tonight. Sleep on the couch
to keep lookout.
(assumes a Barney
Fife stance)
I'm trained ya know.

They laugh.

INT. SYDNEY AND BLAINE'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM

Sydney places a pile of blankets on the couch.

Dewey is sitting in an easy chair watching Sports Center.

SYDNEY
Will you be comfortable?

DEWEY
I'll be fine. I've slept in worse
places than this.

SYDNEY
Gee, thanks.

She laughs.

SYDNEY
Good night Dewey.

DEWEY
Night Syd.

Sydney walks off down the hallway.

INT. BEDROOM - LATER

Sydney is lying in bed, very much awake, staring at the
ceiling.

Next to her, Blaine rolls over.

BLAINE
What's wrong love? What's on your
mind?

SYDNEY
This whole Ghostface thing. It's...
it's like living all that over
again. I'm scared.

BLAINE
Don't worry about Mr. Dime Shop
Costume. You got Dewey downstairs,
with a gun, and police training.
You have me, right here, with a gun
in the closet downstairs and one in
the nightstand, and a guy who can
throw a punch with the best of 'em.
No maniac is going to get by us.

He gathers her in his arms and she snuggles against him. He
kisses her.

SYDNEY
I guess you're right.

BLAINE
When am I ever wrong?
(beat)
Now go to sleep.

SYDNEY
I can't.

BLAINE
I'll get you something to drink.

He gets up.

INT. KITCHEN

Blaine walks into the kitchen and flips on the light. He
blinks as his eyes adjust and then walks over and opens the
refridgerator.

The sound of a gun cocking makes him stand straight.

DEWEY
Halt, who goes there?

BLAINE
It's me.

DEWEY
(puts gun away)
I've always wanted to do that. So
what are you doing up All High
Screen Master?

Blaine laughs.

BLAINE
Syd can't sleep, so I'm getting her
a glass of milk.

Dewey goes to a cabinet and opens it.

DEWEY
You guys have a coffee pot anywhere?

BLAINE
Cabinet over the sink.

Dewey opens the cabinet and grabs the pot as Blaine opens a
different cabinet and grabs a mug. He pours in the milk and
replaces the gallon in the refridgerator.

He turns to Dewey who is running the water for his coffee.

BLAINE
'Night Dewey.

DEWEY
'Night B.

CUT TO:

INT. APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Karen Carter, from the beginning of the movie and the Stab 3
cast, is sitting on the couch wearing a see through nightie.

She's talking on the phone.

The TV is turned on, but the volume is muted.

KAREN
... and then what?
(beat)
I can't believe he said that!
(beat)
He did what?!

There's a TONE on the phone.

KAREN
Could you hang on? I have another
call.
(switches lines)
Hello?

MAN (PHONE)
Hello. What's your name?

KAREN
Karen.

MAN
Oh. Who else are you talking to?

KAREN
A friend.

MAN
You have a very sexy voice.

KAREN
Thank you.

MAN
I love the nightie you're wearing.
See through. Very nice.

Karen looks up at the windows.

KAREN
What?

MAN
I love the nightie. It'll look good
(full of menace)
covered in your blood.

She hangs up.

The phone RINGS.

She answers.

MAN
Why did you hang up on me? That
wasn't very nice. I might not be
very nice to you now.

KAREN
(screaming)
QUIT CALLING ME!

She hangs up.

It rings again.

She let's it ring.

The answering machine picks up.

ANSWERING MACHINE VOICE (MR. CARTER)
Hi. We can't come to the phone
right now, so please your name and
number after the beep and we'll get
back to you.

BEEP!

FRIEND (ANSWERING MACHINE)
Karen? Karen are you there? What
happened? Please pick up.

Karen sighs in relief.

She picks up the phone.

MAN
(very evil)
I TOLD YOU YOU LITTLE BITCH! I TOLD
YOU NOT TO HANG UP THE PHONE! BUT
YOU STILL HAD TO GO AND DISOBEY!
I'm going to have to punish you now.

The door to the balcony slides opens.

Karen slowly gets up and walks over to the open door.

She peers out.

KAREN'S POV

outside, the wind is blowing... but there is nothing and
nobody there.

NORMAL POV

She sighs and slides the door shut.

She turns away from the door and...

THE GHOSTFACE KILLER LEAPS OUT OF THE SHADOWS!

Karen screams as the Ghostface stands over her. He has a gas
can in his gloved hands. He empties its contents all over her.

INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM

Karen's parents are awakened by the sound of Karen's
screaming.

MR. CARTER
What was that?

MRS. CARTER
Oh my God! Karen!

They hop out of bed and rush out of the room...

INT. SPIRAL STAIRCASE - CONTINUOUS

... and down the stairs.