The scene enters as Sidney, Tatum, Stu, Michelle, and Drake are standing at Tatum's locker
Tatum: Just relax. You're at school now. No one can get you here.
Sidney: But if it wasn't Billy it could be anybody. The killer could be here at school right now.
Drake: Serial killers are smart by definition. They minimize their risk. They plan and pre-calculate everything. Showing up here would be the most lame-brain move he could make.
Everyone's jaws drop.
Drake: What? I watch those movies.
Stu: Bro, I've invited you to my house to watch Last House on the Left like 50 times and you keep declining.
Drake: I don't know. Maybe I'm not a fan of Wes Craven.
Stu: Whatever, man.
Michelle: So, now that we know that Billy isn't the killer… Not to say I ever thought he was. (Awkward glance at Sidney)
As Tatum closes her locker a person wearing the same costume as the killer is running down the halls and Screams into Sidney's face.
Sidney: Why… Why are they doing this?
Stu: Are you kidding me it's like Christmas.
Tatum: Stupidity leak.
Sidney runs off and is about to turn the corner when she runs into Billy.
Billy: Sorry about that.
Sidney: No it… it's fine.
Billy: Woah. You still think it was me?
Sidney: No… I don't… it's just…. Oh God, Billy, someone… was there, someone tried to kill me.
Billy: The sheriff said I scared him off. It wasn't me Sid.
Sidney: I know. He called again last night at Tatum's house.
Billy: See, it couldn't have been me. I was in jail, remember?
Sidney: I'm so sorry… please understand.
Billy: Understand what? That I got a girlfriend who would rather accuse me of being a psychopathic killer than touch me.
Sidney: You know that's not true.
Billy: Then what is it? Is there somebody else?
Sidney: No… Your my one and only.
Billy: Is it the sex thing? Am I being too pushy?
Sidney: No, it's me Billy. I need time. I'm still adjusting to my mom.
Billy: It's been a year since she died.
Sidney: Tomorrow. One year tomorrow.
Billy: When are you gonna let that go, Sid? When my mom left my dad—I just accepted it. This is the way it is. She's not coming back.
Sidney: (sharply) Your parents split up. It's not the same thing. Your mom left town, she's not lying in a coffin somewhere.
Billy: You have to move on, Sid.
Sidney: (angrily) I'm glad to know you're coping so well with life, Billy. But some of use aren't so perfect. Some of us are just trying to hold on.
Inside Film Appreciation Class
Mr. Brock: Alright class, who can tell me what year When A Stranger Calls came out.
Randy: 1979.
Jessica Randall: Isn't that question a little inappropriate. Considering what has been going on lately.
Mr. Brock: Precisely and because of this very situation we will be watching this film.
Randy: (Yelling out loud) Thank You! Finally some horror in this class.
The whole class stares at him. Then the bell rings to end the day.
Inside Principal Himbry's Office.
Himbry: (yelling) You make me so sick. Your entire havoc-inducing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me. So. One of your fellow students, just savagely murdered, and this is the way that you show your compassion and sensitivity, huh? Let me tell you something… (pause) You're both expelled. Get out!
Boy 1: Aw, come on, Mr. Himbry. It was just a joke!
Boy 2: Yah. It's not fair!
Himbry: You're absolutely right. It's not fair. Fariness would be to rip your insides out and hang you from a tree so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are!
Inside Girl's Bathroom
Girl 1: She was never attacked. I think she made it all up.
Girl 2: Why would she lie about it?
Girl 1: For attention. The girl has some serious issues.
Sidney listens intently through a stall.
Girl 1: What if she did? What if Sidney killed Steve?
Girl 2: And why would she do that?
Girl 1: Maybe she was hot for Steve and attacked them in a jealous rage.
Girl 2: Why would Sidney want to be with Steve? She has her own bubble-butt boyfriend Billy.
Girl 1: Maybe she's a slut just like her mother.
Girl 2: You're evil.
Girl 1: Please, it's common knowledge. Her mother was a tramp.
Girl 2: Cut her some slack. She saw her mom butchered.
Girl 1: And if fucked her up royally. Think about it. It makes perfect sense. Her mom's death leaves her distraught and hostile in a cruel and inhumane world, she's… disillusioned, where's god etc. Completely suicidal. And one day she snaps. She wants to kill herself but realizes teen suicide is out this year. And homicide is a much healthier therapeutic expression.
Girl 2: Where do you get this shit?
Girl 1: Ricki Lake.
Girl 2: You're Pathetic.
The girls leave the bathroom.
Sidney: (to herself) Pathetic.
Sidney gets out of the stall and looks in the mirror.
Voice: Siddnneey…
Sidney: Is someone there?
Voice: It's me Sidney.
She looks underneath all the stalls. Carefully checking each one. She sees a pair of shoes and a cloak being thrown over them. She runs to the door but the killer almost gets her but she dodges out of the way, escaping… for now.
Outside of Woodsboro High
Gale runs up to Dewey.
Gale: Hi! Gale Weathers. Field Correspondent, Inside Story.
Dewey: I know who you are, ma'am. How's the eye?
Gale: Productive.
Dewey: You're not supposed to be here, ma'am.
Gale: I know, I should be in New York covering the Sharon Stone stalker but who knew? You look awfully young to be a police officer.
Dewey: I'm twenty-five years old.
Gale: Twenty-five, huh? In a demographic study I proved to be most popular amongst males, 11-24. Looks like I just missed you. Of course, you don't look a day over twelve, except in the upper torso area. Does the force require you to work out?
Dewey: No, ma'am. Because of my boyish good looks, muscle mass has increased my acceptance as a serious police officer.
Mr. Himbry: (via PA) I need your attention now kids. Due to the recent events that have occurred and until it comes to a resolve—effective immediately—all classes are suspended until further notice. The Woodsboro Police Department has also asked me to announce a city wide curfew beginning at 9 o'clock PM.
Gale: Boy, you people sure do make fuss over a serial killer.
Dewey: Serial killer is not really accurate. The killer has yet to strike twice.
Gale: Well, we can hope, can't we? We certainly don't have any leads. A ghost mask, a cellular phone—not much there.
Dewey: We're tracking every cell phone in the county.
Gale: Really? You small town guys are good. And have you located Sidney's father?
Dewey: No, not yet.
Gale: He's not a suspect, is he?
Dewey: We haven't rule out that possibility…
Dewey realizes he's said too much.
Dewey: If you'll excuse me ma'am.
Gale: Sorry, am I keeping you.
Dewey: That's quite alright. If I may so, Ms. Weathers, you're much prettier in person.
Gale: So you do watch the show?
Dewey: I just turned 25. I was 24 for a whole year.
Gale: You are precious. Please, call me Gale.
Inside school corridor seconds later.
Stu: You guys coming to my party tonight.
Drake: Sorry, can't. My aunt and uncle said I have to stay home. They are going to be out tonight.
Stu: Then sneak out…
Michelle: Yah honey, just this once. Besides they won't be back till after the weekend.
Drake: Alright fine. What time do you want us there?
Stu: About 6 o'clock.
Michelle: Alright see ya later.
Now once again outside the high school.
Tatum: It was just some sick fuck having a laugh.
Sidney: It was him, Tatum. I know it.
Tatum: You are not to be alone again. Is that clear? If you pee—I pee.
Stu appears.
Stu: Is this not cool or what? Hey, Sid, what happened?
Tatum: For once, Stu, drop it.
Stu: Okay, but whatever you did—the entire student body says thank you.
Stu moves to Tatum and gives her a kiss.
Stu: And to celebrate this impromptu break, I propose we have a party. Tonight, my house.
Sidney: Are you serious?
Stu: My parents are out of town. It'll be like my hurricane bash last year. Nothing extreme. Just a few of us, intimate friends, intimate gathering.
Tatum: This could be good. What do you think, Sid?
Sidney: I don't know…
Tatum: Come on. Pathos does have it's perks.
Stu: Remember, there's safety in numbers.
Sidney: (giving in) yeah, okay… whatever.
Stu: Cool. See you guys tonight. Bring food.
