EXT. CEMETERY – DAY
ANGLE on a headstone that reads: "JILL ROBERTS – DEVOTED DAUGHTER, COUSIN, AND FRIEND – ONLY A BRAVE SOUL DIES AT THE SWORD OF AN UNBEATABLE FIGHT OF THE MIND".
SIDNEY PRESCOTT is alone, holding a flush of the reddest roses. She's been here awhile watching the stillness of the grave.
If the sky could tell a story, today, it would be a happy one.
SIDNEY
You didn't want what I had, you
just wanted a way out of a shadow
that didn't belong to you. I'm
sorry. My life hasn't exactly been
the spark of gold you may have
thought it was, especially for the
people around me.
(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
I wish you didn't feel you had to
find someone else's fame to realize
that you had your own voice.
The wind begins to whistle around her, as SIDNEY bends to place the flowers in front of a picture of JILL, engraved in the bottom of the headstone.
SIDNEY
I don't hold it against you.
She turns and walks against the breeze.
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INT. CAR – CONTINUOUS
SIDNEY gets into the passenger seat next to NEIL PRESCOTT. His hair is an ash grey, with a reassuring smile that fights to lift her gaze.
MR. PRESCOTT
You know, I haven't driven you
around in this car since you were
in high school.
She closes the door, pondering in thought.
MR. PRESCOTT observes the process of her thinking through her distracted facial expressions.
MR. PRESCOTT
You alright, kid?
SIDNEY
(BREAKS TRANCE)
I'm fine, dad. Let's get breakfast.
The car roars to life and drives off into a cloud of graves.
MR. PRESCOTT (V.O)
You're paying.
CUT TO:
INT. DEWEY & GALE'S HOUSE – DAY
In a perfectly furnished living room, where everything has its place, GALE WEATHERS sits at her corner desk, typing furiously at a keyboard.
She hits the last letter.
GALE
(SURPRISED)
Oh my god.
DEWEY (O.S)
What happened?
GALE'S expression widens, as if she's in too deep of a shock to realize someone's talking to her.
GALE
Oh my god.
DEWEY (O.S)
What the hell's going on out there?
GALE
I did it.
DEWEY exits from the bathroom in full Sherriff garb.
DEWEY
Did what?
GALE turns to him, still in total shock.
GALE
I finished the book.
DEWEY rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen.
DEWEY
What's the title this time? "Woodsboro:
The Place That Never Dies".
GALE
(CAUTIOUS)
Doesn't that sound good?
DEWEY leans against the bridge between the living room and kitchen.
DEWEY
It's perfect Gale – sounds to be as
equally offensive as the last.
GALE turns back to the computer and scrolls through the text.
GALE
Good.
DEWEY
And she's back.
DEWEY'S cell phone rings from his pocket. He answers.
DEWEY
Riley.
An inaudible voice responds.
DEWEY
Alright, I'm on my way.
GALE pays the urgency in his voice no attention.
DEWEY
I gotta head to the hospital.
DEWEY grabs his jacket and Sherriff's hat off the table, and walks over to GALE to kiss the back of her head.
GALE
What happened?
DEWEY
That girl, last night from the car
accident...she's awake.
GALE jumps to her feet, still keeping attention on the screen.
GALE
Hold on, I'll be ready in a minute.
DEWEY laughs.
DEWEY
It wasn't intended as an invitation,
Gale.
GALE brushes passed DEWEY into their bedroom.
GALE
With you, it never will be.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL – DAY
We PAN through a corridor that's compiled with white suites, and overly sensible shoes.
A room nearby catches our attention, as we ease inside.
KIRBY REED is sitting at the edge of a heightened bed, having a thick scar on her abdomen observed by a nurse.
NURSE
Feel any pain when I press here?
The NURSE presses into the scar. KIRBY has no reaction.
KIRBY
No, not at all.
The NURSE straightens up, and starts writing on a clipboard.
NURSE
Ok Ms. Reed, looks like you've
healed quite superbly. Now I still
wouldn't recommend that you do any
type of overly strenuous activity
for another couple of weeks, but
for the most part, you're in great
health.
KIRBY
Fantastic. Hey, can I ask you
something?
NURSE
Sure.
KIRBY
I've kinda been having trouble
sleeping...
The NURSE nods, as if she already knows where she's going with her question.
NURSE
I'll prescribe you something. It's
a pretty weak dosage, so if you don't
feel the effect within the hour, take
another, but no more than two at a
time.
The NURSE writes up the prescription and hands it to her.
NURSE
I didn't give you any refills, so if
you're still having difficulty in the
next couple of weeks, just set up an
appointment and I'll write you
another.
KIRBY nods.
NURSE
Any questions?
KIRBY
No, I think I'll be ok from here. Thank
you for everything these past couple
months. I just can't seem to function
properly.
NURSE
Trauma is a tricky circumstance. If you
need anything, you have my cell – give
me a call.
KIRBY
I think I just might have to. I feel like
I'm going crazy.
KIRBY wraps her purse around her shoulder and edges slowly toward the door.
NURSE
And don't forget, suffering is just
a reminder of how human we really are.
KIRBY smiles and walks out.
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EXT. HOSPITAL – DAY
A SHERRIFF'S car pulls up with DEWEY and GALE inside. They are in the middle of a conversation.
GALE
It's still a story Dewey. How is
anyone supposed to be informed if I
don't inform them?
DEWEY is obviously annoyed, as this argument has been made before.
DEWEY
You're not interviewing her; end of
story.
DEWEY exits the car and heads toward the direction of the hospital entrance. GALE hops out and follows.
GALE
Ok, I 'X' the interview...can't I
just sit in on your interrogation
or something?
DEWEY
No.
GALE
Come on Dewey – how about you
unclench that tight wad of bullshit
between your ass cheeks and let me
do this the right way this time.
He turns around.
DEWEY
(WHISPERS LOUDLY)
GALE!
(CALMS DOWN)
I said no. Wait in the car.
DEWEY walks into the hospital, as GALE motions her fists in frustration.
GALE
(TO HERSELF)
There couldn't be a bigger mistake
than marrying a cop.
Just as GALE turns to walk back to the car, KIRBY exits the hospital and recognizes her.
KIRBY
Gale?
She turns around, and is in mixed emotions of whether or not to be surprised or concerned of KIRBY'S presence outside of WOODSBORO HOSPITAL.
GALE
Kirby? Oh my god! How the hell have
you been?
They embrace.
KIRBY
Okay, I guess. Alive, or so my brain
seems to have me convinced.
GALE
That's the tradition of Woodsboro
logic; what doesn't immediately kill
you, only makes you wanna die.
They both share an uncomfortable chuckle. KIRBY changes the subject.
KIRBY
How's Sidney doing? I've seen her
around school, but haven't really
been able to make an official
approach yet.
GALE
She's good. The murders are almost
like summer vacation at this point.
GALE laughs. KIRBY shifts in silence.
She figures that wasn't an appropriate way of phrasing her unique humor.
GALE
Well...you shouldn't be afraid to talk
to her about anything. Sid has most
definitely mastered the coping
mechanism.
KIRBY is clearly uncomfortable. As her eyes shift around, she notices a wide scar peeking out of the collar of GALE'S shirt.
KIRBY
Healing well?
GALE closes the top of her buttons.
GALE
I guess I learned that thick-skinned
isn't just a witty phrase after all.
KIRBY smirks.
They sit in another extended silence before KIRBY breaks, and inches toward her car.
KIRBY
Well, I really should get going. I'll
see you around, I'm sure.
GALE
That's me – always around.
KIRBY is almost to her car, when GALE suddenly feels like she has more conversation to offer.
GALE
Hey Kirby, wanna get a coffee?
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM – SAME MOMENT
With a room just as pale as her skin, SIMONE CREED blinks as the above light flickers in her view path.
DEWEY enters conscious enough to knock along the wall first as he approaches the bed.
DEWEY
Hello Simone! My name's Dewey. How
are you today?
SIMONE analyzes him carefully before answering.
SIMONE
I'm alive.
DEWEY
You sure are. Can I get you anything?
SIMONE
Is that supposed to help me warm up
to you before I'm railed with your
cop questions? No, I don't know who
he was, and yes, I was smoking in
my mom's house. She'd kill me if she
knew, but I've been thinking; why
not let it out now while I'm still a
crowded pile of pity.
DEWEY holds back a chuckle.
DEWEY
You think you could give me a
description of the suspect?
SIMONE
Hmm, that's tough. Oh, I know...
ghost mask, black boots, hunting
knife. He sure as hell wasn't
wearing a pink breast cancer pin on
his breast. What else do you want to
know, that you already have the answer
to?
DEWEY gives her a long stare.
DEWEY
Still don't want anything?
