SCENE THREE: FREEDOM OF SPEECH
INT. DEWEY'S CAR - MORNING
*The scene begins with Dewey driving Emily to her appointment; the air is less tense, with Emily obviously more at ease with Dewey than Kirby or Sabrina.*
DEWEY: Sabrina told me about the little prank you played on her last night.
*Emily looks at Dewey, as if expecting a tongue lashing. Instead, he smiles at her.*
DEWEY: Next time, try putting your phone on private…you gave yourself away too early.
EMILY (grinning): I'll remember that.
DEWEY: Where did you get to yesterday? I was worried.
EMILY: Y…you don't need to worry about m…me.
DEWEY: With track records as long as ours, it's hard not to.
EMILY: I'm fine.
DEWEY: I just want you to know…I'm here for you. Everything that happened…it's in the past. This is now...things have changed…and frankly, I love having you around.
*Emily raises her eyebrows, and Dewey laughs.*
DEWEY: You remind me of Gale; independent…smart…as stubborn as an ox. The only difference being she was impossible to keep quiet. You…I have to strangle just to get a sentence out of you.
EMILY: I'm g…g…getting b…better though.
DEWEY (smiling): Yeah, you are.
*Dewey pulls the car up to a plain looking clinic, and leads Emily in. As they sit down, the tall and physically imposing Dr. Frederick Myers (Zachary Quinto) enters, and holds his hands out to Emily.*
DR. MYERS: If it isn't my favourite patient.
EMILY: I bet you s…say that to everyone.
DR. MYERS: A ray of sunshine as ever, Ms. Carroll.
*Emily smiles and walks into his office.*
DEWEY: Do you want me to come in too?
*Emily shakes her head, and Dr. Myers closes the door behind them. The office is spacious, with many degrees and certificates lining the walls. He sits Emily down onto a comfy seat opposite his office, behind which he sits.*
DR. MYERS: So…thought you could escape me, did you?
*Emily looks at the floor.*
DR. MYERS: You hadn't missed a session for weeks…we were making real progress.
EMILY: I know.
DR. MYERS: So tell me, Emily…why the sudden change? What's troubling you?
EMILY: I didn't realise you were a s…s…shrink too.
DR. MYERS (pointing to degrees): You want to be employable? Be over-qualified. I could have chosen psychology…but speech pathology was my true passion. Helping people like you is the biggest reward I could ask for.
EMILY: P…psychology is a crock of shit, anyway.
DR. MYERS: It has its benefits...something your brother knew all too well, unfortunately.
*At the mention of her brother, Emily looks away. As she begins to get upset, her stuttering gets worse.*
DR. MYERS: Is it coming up?
EMILY: S…Saturday. T…t…two years to t…the d…d…day.
DR. MYERS: I want to tell you a story.
EMILY: I…I thought I…I…I…fuck…was m…m…meant t…to do the t…talking.
DR. MYERS: A young boy witnessed his mother's death as a child…and as he grew, the darkness and resentment grew deep within him. He was all alone…with nobody to look after him, nobody to teach him right from wrong. He was a freak; an outcast from society…and do you know what he did?
EMILY: Went o…o…on American Idol?
DR. MYERS: He killed people…and subsequently spawned one of the most infamous slasher series of all time.
EMILY: F…F…Friday the 13th?
DR. MYERS: Exactly.
EMILY: S…so what? I…I…I'm going to k…kill people like…h…he did?
DR. MYERS: Of course not, Emily. You can't let what happened to your parents…what happened to your brother…consume your life. If you do…you'll end up just like Jason. Alone…scared…ostracized by all around you. You need to embrace your new life and move on…haven't you noticed how your speech gets worse when you dwell on your past?
EMILY: I…I…I…dun…dunno.
DR. MYERS: I do. If we can help you move past what happened two years ago, it will go a long way towards correcting your speech.
EMILY: H…how?
DR. MYERS: That is the question, my dear. The answer lies within you.
EMILY: Me?
DR. MYERS: Only you can move past what your brother did; and what happened to him. Because you need to accept that he is gone…and he's not coming back…and what he did will never happen again.
*Out in the foyer, Dewey sits reading the paper. Suddenly, a news bulletin pops onto the television and he looks up with interest. On the screen, the now-famous and eccentric reporter Drew Thompson (Neil Patrick Harris) is giving a report from outside the Miller's house.*
DREW: Halloween…a time for jack-o-lanterns…a time for all sorts of candy and treats for the small ones…and according to the ground breaking report by this very reporter last year, a time for razor blades hidden in the very apples your children are bobbing for. But something decidedly less sweet took place here last night, in this small Virginian town. For local hero Dwayne Miller and his wife, Suzie, the holiday known affectionately as Hallo-ween turned quickly into Goodbye-ween…forever.
*At the mention of the names, Dewey stands up in shock. He moves closer to the TV whilst the report continues.*
DREW: Whilst police are not releasing any details to the media at this stage, myself and my trusty cameraman Draco managed to get this rare and original footage from the crime scene…and a very special witness…the Miller's young son, Nathan.
*The screen shows a shot of police moving Suzie's body out of the basin in the backyard, when they are spotted and removed from the house. The camera is pushed around showing Drew's cameraman, Draco Mallar (Dave Franco), who looks delighted at the footage he has stolen. The report moves to Drew interviewing an overwhelmed and upset Nathan.*
NATHAN (crying): I want my Mummy…
DREW: Can you tell us anything about who did this to your parents, son?
NATHAN: I…I…
DREW: Anything at all? Did he say anything to you?
*Crying, Nathan shakes his head.*
DREW (warmly): That's a good boy…where did he take you?
NATHAN: Across…the road…we went trick or treating…I thought it was my Mum…I knocked on the door…and turned around…
DREW: And?
NATHAN: He was…gone. And everybody started screaming, and I ran home…and…and…
*Nathan continues crying, and Drew taps his shoulder impatiently.*
DREW: Can you tell our viewers what the man was wearing?
*Nathan points to one of the houses next door, which has a Ghostface outfit hanging outside as a decoration. The interview suddenly cuts out, and Drew is standing by himself again.*
DREW: There we have it folks…I can break the news that the "Miller Killer" was wearing the infamous costume from the Stab movies, and the real life sprees that began the movie craze. But what does it mean? Are we about to see another killer emerge, more frightening and deadly than the last? These questions and more shall be covered right here, on Channel Ten, as the story unfolds. As always, this has been Drew Thompson; reporting for you, America.
*The report ends, with Dewey staring at the screen with mouth wide open.*
DEWEY: Jesus…
*Dewey takes out his blackberry, and opens a list, which contains two names. They read Seymour Richards (Killed in skiing accident), Chris Gayle (Stabbed in alley) and Judy Moran (Killed in car 'accident'). He adds Dwayne Miller (Stabbed to death) to the bottom of the list, and puts the phone away. He walks to the reception desk, putting on a calm face.*
DEWEY: Do you mind if I use your phone?
RECEPTIONIST: Not at all, sir.
*Dewey dials a number, and then waits.*
SABRINA: What?
DEWEY: We've got to talk.
SABRINA: Can it wait? I'm at the airport.
DEWEY: The airport? Why?
SABRINA: I wish I knew…Wes called this morning…said there were some last minute reshoots that needed to be done ASAP.
DEWEY: Re-shoots? I thought you'd finished filming?
SABRINA: Yeah, well…so had I. I'm about to board…make this quick.
DEWEY: You remember how I told you about Seymour Richards, Daniel Gayle's father and…
SABRINA: Judge Judy Moran…yes, I remember your crazy conspiracy theory. Why?
DEWEY: Dwayne Miller was killed last night.
SABRINA: And who is that?
DEWEY: The executioner from Virginia…the man who killed Adam.
SABRINA: So? What did he do…strap himself in?
DEWEY: He was stabbed…according to their son, by a man in a Ghostface outfit.
SABRINA: Is there a point that you're getting to?
DEWEY: Can't you see? First the lead prosecutor against Adam dies in a skiing accident…
SABRINA: Yes, an accident.
DEWEY: …then a few weeks later, Daniel's father was stabbed to death…
SABRINA: …in a robbery gone wrong…
DEWEY: …then after that, the Judge was run off the road into a river and drowned…
SABRINA: She's a judge…she probably has enemies crawling out of her ass-hole.
DEWEY: …and now the executioner gets killed by Ghostface.
SABRINA: Please…either the kid is making up the story out of shock, or he did it himself and is covering up his tracks.
DEWEY: Their son is 10!
SABRINA: Well, who cares? This doesn't prove anything…there is no killer; Adam is dead; all is right with the world…remember?
DEWEY: But…
SABRINA: No buts! I have to go…I'll see you in a few days, OK?
DEWEY: If the killer is going after people connected to the execution…
SABRINA: …which he isn't…
DEWEY: Then you shouldn't be alone.
SABRINA: I'm a big girl, husband. I don't need anyone protecting me.
DEWEY: I love…
*Sabrina hangs up, and Dewey sighs. He notices the receptionist looking at him funny.*
DEWEY (jokingly): Married life, huh?
*At this moment, the door swings open and Emily is led out by Dr. Myers, who walks over to Dewey.*
DR. MYERS: Are you OK, Dwight? You look like you've seen a Ghost.
DEWEY: I'm fine, Fred. When do you want to see her next?
DR. MYERS: Sometime next week should be fine…I'm going out of town for a few days.
DEWEY: Pleasure?
DR. MYERS: Business, I'm afraid…I must say, she really is making remarkable progress. You should be proud of how far she has come.
DEWEY (warmly): I am.
DR. MYERS: If you'll excuse me, I have more patients to see. Goodbye, Emily.
EMILY: Bye.
DEWEY: See ya next time.
DR. MYERS: Take care, Dwight.
*Dr. Myers walks back into his office, and Dewey leads Emily out of the clinic and into the car; he looks troubled.*
EMILY: What's wrong?
DEWEY: Do you ever get a feeling of déjà vu?
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