SCENE TWO: IT BEGINS... FOR THE FORTIETH TIME. NOTHING NEW THEN.
INT. A VIDEO STORE. SIDNEY IS BROWSING THE PORN SECTION. HER FRIEND, PRUE COMES UP TO HER.
PRUE: Hey Sid. Still not got a boyfriend yet?
SIDNEY: It strikes me as pretty weird that my best friend would come and ask me that. It's so harsh!
PRUE: Hey! I did not write this freakin movie! Do NOT get on the wrong side of me, Campbell!
NEVE: I'm sorry, Shannen, I didn't mean it.
SHANNEN: Don't come out of character, you idiot!
NEVE: Well you just did!
SHANNEN: Shoot.
SHANNEN GATHERS HERSELF TOGETHER, TAKES A BREATH AND:
PRUE: So. The porn section again, huh?
SIDNEY: I know, Prue, it's just... dammit, since all this... started...
SHE GETS TEARS IN HER EYES, AND SPEAKS IN SLOW SHUDDERING BREATHS.
SIDNEY: It's like, everyone's scared to go out with me now. And those who do-
PRUE: Try to kill you. I know, Sid, it's hard, but you gotta try to let people know you're back on the market.
SIDNEY: I've been on the market for about seventeen years now Prue. Who's gonna go out with an old piece of crap like me? I'd be as well going back to my box and-
SHE STOPS.
PRUE: Your what? Did you say your box?
SIDNEY: Uh... no!
PRUE: Sidney...
SIDNEY: Okay, Prue, okay! I live... in a box.
PRUE: (triumphantly) I KNEW it! I mean... oh God Sidney, why didn't you tell me?
SIDNEY: Why? WHY? Do you know how many of my friends have tried to kill me over the past 40 years? 34. That's right - 34. Don't you think I should be taking every precaution to ensure that doesn't happen again?
PRUE: But you should have told me. I thought I was your best friend, Sidney. Maybe I was wrong.
SHE STORMS OUT.
SIDNEY: Maybe I was too.
CUT TO:
EXT. VIDEO STORE - STREET. PRUE IS WALKING QUICKLY ALONG THE STREET. SHE PASSES A KISSING COUPLE, THEN A HOMELESS GUY WHO YOU CAN'T SEE BECAUSE HE IS COVERED IN A BLANKET. THE CAMERA LINGERS ON THE HOMELESS GUY AS SHE WALKS PAST. THE BLANKET STARTS TO MOVE, AND AN ARM STICKS OUT, HOLDING A KNIFE. SUDDENLY, THE BLANKET IS THRWON OFF AND GHOSTFACE JUMPS OUT, STARTING TO WALK AFTER PRUE. HE WALKS PAST A NEWSAGENTS AND STOPS TO READ THE NEWPAPER BILLBOARD OUTSIDE. IT READS "PRESCOTT VICTIM LIVING IN BOX". THE CAMERA CLOSES UP ON HIM. HE RUNS ACROSS THE ROAD, AND THRUSTS HIS KNIFE INTO A DISCARDED SHOEBOX. HE LOOKS INSIDE. IT'S EMPTY. THERE'S A NOISE LIKE A CRASH, AND GHOSTFACE LOOKS UP SHARPLY, TO SEE A DRUNKEN GIRL ON THE PHONE.
GIRL: Sid, look, you're like three blocks away. In a video store. Three blocks away and you want me to walk you home?
THERE'S A PAUSE.
GIRL: Okay, keep walking. Right. Now where are you? The grocery store? Sideny? Sid? Hey - you there? Talk to me!
SHE SEES GHOSTFACE.
GIRL: Ha! Look! Sid, uh, you don't wanna come here - some loser asshole's makin' fun of you.
GHOSTFACE PULLS OUT HIS KNIFE, AND ADVANCES.
GIRL: Oh, scary! Please, Mr Ghostface, don't kill me!
GHOSTFACE RAISES HIS LITTLE VOICE BOX THING TO HIS FACE.
GHOSTFACE: If I had eyes, I'd roll 'em.
HE LUNGES TOWARDS THE GIRL AND PLUNGES HIS KNIFE INTO HER.
CUT TO:
STREET. SIDNEY IS STARING AT THE NEWSPAPER STAND WHICH SAYS "PRESCOTT VICTIM LIVING IN BOX".
SIDNEY: How did they know?
A SCREAM IS HEARD. SIDNEY GASPS AND LOOKS UP. SILENCE. SLOWLY, SHE WALKS TOWARDS WHERE THE SOUND CAME FROM.
SIDNEY: Wait a minute, what am I doing? Do I have a death wish or something?
SHE SUDDENLY GETS HIT IN THE FACE WITH A PIECE OF PAPER. PICKING IT UP, SHE SCRUTINISES IT. IT READS "DEATH WISH: SIDNEY PRESCOTT - GRANTED".
SIDNEY: What the-
GHOSTFACE JUMPS ON HER FROM BEHIND AND STABS HER BACK. THE KNIFE BLADE SNAPS.
GHOSTFACE: Huh?
SIDNEY: God, asshole! I been stabbed with that crappy knife so many times my back has hardened to it. Now it's only top quality knifes that can get through. And you call yourself a killer!
GHOSTFACE: That can be arranged.
HE PRODUCES ON BIG BREAD KNIFE.
SIDNEY: Wait! That didn't make sense! Is that serrated?
SHE TRIES TO GET AWAY, BUT GHOSTFACE TRIPS HER WITH HIS... CLOAK. HE LEANS OVER HER. SHE KICKS IN HIM THE PART WHERE MEN DISLIKE GETTING HIT. HE DOESN'T FLINCH.
SIDNEY: Um... do you even have anything down there?
HE RAISES THE KNIFE, BUT SHE SCRAMBLES THROUGH HIS LEGS AND RUNS AWAY, PANTING AND CRYING. GHOSTFACE STARTS TO FOLLOW HER, BUT DUCKS DOWN AN ALLEYWAY.
INT. A VIDEO STORE. SIDNEY IS BROWSING THE PORN SECTION. HER FRIEND, PRUE COMES UP TO HER.
PRUE: Hey Sid. Still not got a boyfriend yet?
SIDNEY: It strikes me as pretty weird that my best friend would come and ask me that. It's so harsh!
PRUE: Hey! I did not write this freakin movie! Do NOT get on the wrong side of me, Campbell!
NEVE: I'm sorry, Shannen, I didn't mean it.
SHANNEN: Don't come out of character, you idiot!
NEVE: Well you just did!
SHANNEN: Shoot.
SHANNEN GATHERS HERSELF TOGETHER, TAKES A BREATH AND:
PRUE: So. The porn section again, huh?
SIDNEY: I know, Prue, it's just... dammit, since all this... started...
SHE GETS TEARS IN HER EYES, AND SPEAKS IN SLOW SHUDDERING BREATHS.
SIDNEY: It's like, everyone's scared to go out with me now. And those who do-
PRUE: Try to kill you. I know, Sid, it's hard, but you gotta try to let people know you're back on the market.
SIDNEY: I've been on the market for about seventeen years now Prue. Who's gonna go out with an old piece of crap like me? I'd be as well going back to my box and-
SHE STOPS.
PRUE: Your what? Did you say your box?
SIDNEY: Uh... no!
PRUE: Sidney...
SIDNEY: Okay, Prue, okay! I live... in a box.
PRUE: (triumphantly) I KNEW it! I mean... oh God Sidney, why didn't you tell me?
SIDNEY: Why? WHY? Do you know how many of my friends have tried to kill me over the past 40 years? 34. That's right - 34. Don't you think I should be taking every precaution to ensure that doesn't happen again?
PRUE: But you should have told me. I thought I was your best friend, Sidney. Maybe I was wrong.
SHE STORMS OUT.
SIDNEY: Maybe I was too.
CUT TO:
EXT. VIDEO STORE - STREET. PRUE IS WALKING QUICKLY ALONG THE STREET. SHE PASSES A KISSING COUPLE, THEN A HOMELESS GUY WHO YOU CAN'T SEE BECAUSE HE IS COVERED IN A BLANKET. THE CAMERA LINGERS ON THE HOMELESS GUY AS SHE WALKS PAST. THE BLANKET STARTS TO MOVE, AND AN ARM STICKS OUT, HOLDING A KNIFE. SUDDENLY, THE BLANKET IS THRWON OFF AND GHOSTFACE JUMPS OUT, STARTING TO WALK AFTER PRUE. HE WALKS PAST A NEWSAGENTS AND STOPS TO READ THE NEWPAPER BILLBOARD OUTSIDE. IT READS "PRESCOTT VICTIM LIVING IN BOX". THE CAMERA CLOSES UP ON HIM. HE RUNS ACROSS THE ROAD, AND THRUSTS HIS KNIFE INTO A DISCARDED SHOEBOX. HE LOOKS INSIDE. IT'S EMPTY. THERE'S A NOISE LIKE A CRASH, AND GHOSTFACE LOOKS UP SHARPLY, TO SEE A DRUNKEN GIRL ON THE PHONE.
GIRL: Sid, look, you're like three blocks away. In a video store. Three blocks away and you want me to walk you home?
THERE'S A PAUSE.
GIRL: Okay, keep walking. Right. Now where are you? The grocery store? Sideny? Sid? Hey - you there? Talk to me!
SHE SEES GHOSTFACE.
GIRL: Ha! Look! Sid, uh, you don't wanna come here - some loser asshole's makin' fun of you.
GHOSTFACE PULLS OUT HIS KNIFE, AND ADVANCES.
GIRL: Oh, scary! Please, Mr Ghostface, don't kill me!
GHOSTFACE RAISES HIS LITTLE VOICE BOX THING TO HIS FACE.
GHOSTFACE: If I had eyes, I'd roll 'em.
HE LUNGES TOWARDS THE GIRL AND PLUNGES HIS KNIFE INTO HER.
CUT TO:
STREET. SIDNEY IS STARING AT THE NEWSPAPER STAND WHICH SAYS "PRESCOTT VICTIM LIVING IN BOX".
SIDNEY: How did they know?
A SCREAM IS HEARD. SIDNEY GASPS AND LOOKS UP. SILENCE. SLOWLY, SHE WALKS TOWARDS WHERE THE SOUND CAME FROM.
SIDNEY: Wait a minute, what am I doing? Do I have a death wish or something?
SHE SUDDENLY GETS HIT IN THE FACE WITH A PIECE OF PAPER. PICKING IT UP, SHE SCRUTINISES IT. IT READS "DEATH WISH: SIDNEY PRESCOTT - GRANTED".
SIDNEY: What the-
GHOSTFACE JUMPS ON HER FROM BEHIND AND STABS HER BACK. THE KNIFE BLADE SNAPS.
GHOSTFACE: Huh?
SIDNEY: God, asshole! I been stabbed with that crappy knife so many times my back has hardened to it. Now it's only top quality knifes that can get through. And you call yourself a killer!
GHOSTFACE: That can be arranged.
HE PRODUCES ON BIG BREAD KNIFE.
SIDNEY: Wait! That didn't make sense! Is that serrated?
SHE TRIES TO GET AWAY, BUT GHOSTFACE TRIPS HER WITH HIS... CLOAK. HE LEANS OVER HER. SHE KICKS IN HIM THE PART WHERE MEN DISLIKE GETTING HIT. HE DOESN'T FLINCH.
SIDNEY: Um... do you even have anything down there?
HE RAISES THE KNIFE, BUT SHE SCRAMBLES THROUGH HIS LEGS AND RUNS AWAY, PANTING AND CRYING. GHOSTFACE STARTS TO FOLLOW HER, BUT DUCKS DOWN AN ALLEYWAY.