EXT. GRUBER'S HORROR MUSEUM – AFTERNOON

A beaten-down old Winnebago stumbles to a stop outside the museum. DJ sits in the driver's seat, his girlfriend Amber staring up at the museum. Police tape still lines the walls.

AMBER: Remind me why we're here again?

DJ: C'mon Amber – how many horror marathons did we watch last summer? Another massacre with my entire family here in New Jersey, Kirby in New York? Uh-uh, it's about to hit the fan and I don't intend to be a victim here!

He climbs out of his Winnebago. Amber leans out the passenger side door.

AMBER: How are you getting in there?

DJ: I learned a few tricks from Mom.

A mischievous grin is plastered on his face as he flashes Dewey's badge.

AMBER: (rolling her eyes) You can't pass for a cop!

DJ: (shrugs) It's amazing how gullible people can be.

AMBER: What am I supposed to do?

DJ: Keep watch.

She rolls her eyes as she slides back down into the passenger-side seat. DJ runs a hand through his hair, tries to make himself look less like a scumbag as he ducks under the police tape.

INT. HORROR MUSEUM – AFTERNOON

DJ slips around the crime scene. Police photographers are still taking pictures and samples. Detectives Rogers and Wayne are there, taking notes from the museum director, a middle-aged guy with a shaved head, tattoos and a Led Zeppelin T-shirt. The two detectives nod and walk away, leaving the director staring, still shell-shocked.

DJ puffs out his chest and approaches the Director, flashing him his badge. The Director narrows his eyes.

DIRECTOR: I already told those other guys everything!

DJ: I just have a few follow-up questions.

DIRECTOR: You don't look like a cop!

DJ: You know, that's very prejudicial! Is there a way a cop is supposed to –

DIRECTOR: Alright, alright fine – what'd you want to know?

DJ is now unsure what to ask. He didn't think he'd make it this far.

DJ: Umm … well, what can you tell me about the victims?

DIRECTOR: Isn't that all in the police file?

DJ: (trying to act tough) Do I need to haul you in?

DIRECTOR: We have hundreds of guests a day! You really think we keep tabs on any of them?

DJ: Did you know that the one of the victims was originally from Woodsboro?

DIRECTOR: Should I have?

DJ: What about your employees? Anyone weird?

DIRECTOR: It's a horror museum! Everyone's weird!

DJ: Okay, anyone weirder than usual? Or anyone from Woodsboro?

DIRECTOR: I don't know, I'd have to check our employee manifests.

DJ: Do it.

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INT. DIRECTOR'S OFFICE – AFTERNOON

The museum director sits at a computer table, going through employee records, DJ pacing back and forth behind him.

DIRECTOR: I've got a list of employees that were working that night. Let's pull it up – wait a minute! That ain't right!

DJ stops and leans over the Director's shoulder.

DJ: What's going on?

DIRECTOR: The file – it's been corrupted …

DJ narrows his eyes. The employee manifest is completely illegible, as though scrambled by a virus.

DJ: Does anyone have access to this manifest?

DIRECTOR: All my employees did. Several of them were seasonal too, didn't meet many of them face to face.

DJ paces again, working it all out in his head.

DJ: … he worked here. That's how he was able to manipulate all of the exhibits, work them against the victims. He messed with the employee manifests … I'm guessing he's from Woodsboro, he didn't want anyone to put two and two together.

DIRECTOR: That's what your other buddies said.

DJ: Hmm?

DIRECTOR: Detectives Rogers and Wayne … you work with them, right?

DJ: Oh, yeah, right. Them. Listen, can this be decrypted?

DIRECTOR: Do I look like a hacker?

DJ: Alright, forward it to me. Here's my email address …

EXT. MUSEUM – AFTERNOON

Amber is sitting in the Winnebago thumbing through a magazine. She suddenly hears a tap, tap on her windshield. She looks up. Officer Rogers and Wayne are standing there, arms folded. Amber rolls down the windshield.

AMBER: Can I help you?

ROGERS: Cut the crap. Where is he?

AMBER: What are you -?

ROGERS: Your Dwight Junior's girlfriend, right? Don't lie, we already did a rundown of everyone here in Jersey that could possibly be connected to this case. So your boyfriend – is he in the museum?

AMBER: No. No, of course not –

WAYNE: Lying to a cop is a felony.

ROGERS: You don't have to tell us. I recognized your van, knew he was snooping around inside as soon I saw it. Just like his mother. Wayne – will you watch the girlfriend please?

Detective Wayne lowers his sunglasses and nods, walking several feet away to light a cigarette as Rogers turns and heads back into the museum. Amber sits in her chair, pulls out her phone, texts DJ: Detectives know you're inside – get out of there!

INT. MUSEUM – AFTERNOON

DJ's phone dings inside his pocket, but he's not paying any attention. He's walking through the museum, following along Shelly's footsteps during that unfortunate night. He hums to himself as he walks through the Stab exhibit. He stops when he sees a police photo of himself a few years ago from the Reboot Murders. He smiles, proud to have a place on a wall of a horror museum.

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INT. WINNEBAGO – AFTERNOON

Amber frantically is trying to call DJ.

AMBER: Pick up, will you?

She looks up through the windshield – Detective Wayne is GONE. That was odd – he was supposed to keep an eye on her.

Her phone RINGS in her hand! Incoming call – from an unknown number. The soundtrack thuds, she knows where this is going. She lets it ring.

DING!

A text message. From the same unknown number. She reads it. Answer or DJ dies.

It rings AGAIN! Shaking, she answers.

AMBER: Hello?

GHOSTFACE: I'm not interrupting anything, am I? You seem real intent on reaching your boyfriend. Speaking of which, let's play a game. Three questions – three victims.

AMBER: The cops are right outside -.

GHOSTFACE: Do you see any cops?

Amber looks around. Detective Wayne is still missing.

AMBER: I -.

GHOSTFACE: Do you know what the best part about Part 5's is, Amber? Anyone can die. Anyone. Even the main characters.

AMBER: Why are you doing this?

GHOSTFACE: Because why not? You Woodsboro crowd, you think you're all so fucking special! You think that you all deserve the lead roles in the movie of life! You all need to be CUT DOWN a peg!

AMBER: So you're just another jealous little fucker, is that?

GHOSTFACE: Ooh, you're a psychoanalyst now, is that? I'll show you, Amber. I'll show all of you that the sun doesn't rise and set on the Loomis family.

AMBER: Loomis? Billy and Tatum? That's what this is about?

GHOSTFACE: Has it ever been about anyone else? Woodsboro's two self-appointed superstars. But they're not the only ones involved. Jill inserted herself into their story and so she gets a leading role too, just like she always wanted. And Shelly didn't believe in her, mocked her, drove her to kill … heh, that's why Shelly had to be among the first to go! But back to the game at hand – Billy, Tatum and Jill can all wait another round. Right now, I want to play with you.

AMBER: Then bring it, fucker! I'll bat any questions you throw at me right back at you!

GHOSTFACE: Big talk! Who was the mysterious figure who followed Michael Myers around in Halloween 5?

AMBER: The Man in Black, later revealed to be Dr. Wynn in Halloween 6.

GHOSTFACE: Don't get cocky yet. Name the fifth film released in The Conjuring series?

AMBER: The Nun.

GHOSTFACE: Two out of three. I see someone's been learning from DJ. Who was revealed to be Jigsaw's second accomplice in Saw 5?

AMBER: Detective Mark Hoffman …

She stops. She looks out the window, at the spot where she had last seen Detective Wayne. Her mind races …

AMBER: Detective Wayne, is this you?

GHOSTFACE: You'll have to come see to find out!

The phone goes dead. Amber curses. The soundtrack is thudding. She pulls open the Winnebago's car door and darts under the police tape, heading straight into the museum.

INT. MUSEUM – STAB EXHIBIT – AFTERNOON

DJ walks silently through the museum. He has reached the Stab exhibit – to be precise, the room with nearly several dozen Ghostface mannequins. He walks past the sorrowful looking ghost masks, each one's mouth stretched into a perpetual scream. He retraces Shelly's steps – sees coagulated pools of blood that hadn't been cleaned up yet.

His phone DINGS. He looks down – an email from the director. Forwarding him the employee manifest. He'll have to spend some time trying to unencrypt it. He reaches the end of the room and enters another door.

INT. STAB SET – AFTERNOON

DJ finds himself in the set made to look like a house. He passes the kitchen with the real cordless phone – the very phone Shelly had been called on. In the back living room area, he sees a glass sliding door with a now empty wooden chair. A wooden chair that is stained red – the very chair Jessa was gutted in. DJ winces.

The cordless in the mock-up kitchen RINGS! DJ jumps. The soundtrack pulsates. He approaches it.

A HAND GRABS HIM FROM BEHIND – HE WHIRLS AROUND!

Detective Rogers is there.

ROGERS: And just what do you think you're doing?

DJ: Nothing. Nothing, just having a look around.

ROGERS: Uh-huh. I should haul your ass in for disturbing a crime scene … but your parents and I have some history from the San Martin Inlet incident. I'm escorting you outta here and letting your Mom and Dad sort you out.

DJ: Couldn't you just arrest me?

Rogers places an ear device into her ear and speaks.

ROGERS: Wayne, I got the interloper, I'm escorting him off premises. You still keeping an eye on his girlfriend?

No response.

ROGERS: Wayne?

DJ: Maybe a bad signal?

ROGERS: I don't think so … come on.

They turn – THE MUSUEM DIRECTOR'S CORPSE DROPS FROM THE CEILING ABOVE, HANING FROM HIS OWN INTESTINES!

DJ: Oh shit!

ROGERS: (pulling her gun) Stay close.

They bypass the director's body, heading back the way they came, Rogers holding her gun aloft. They turn a corner – Rogers holds the gun.

THE POWER GOES OFF!

DJ: (realizing) He's here …

ROGERS: Like I said, stay close.

Rogers holds her gun with one hand and a flashlight with another. DJ clings to her side as they walk through the various horror exhibits. Her flashlight randomly illuminates objects – MICHAEL MYERS' mask – a JASON VORHEES statue. They turn a corner – PINHEAD is there!

ROGERS: Who comes up with a place like this?!

DJ: People like me.

ROGERS: That's what worries me -.

The flashlight illuminates – GHOSTFACE. DJ and Rogers jump, and Rogers unloads several casings. Ghostface falls backwards unnaturally –

DJ: A mannequin.

ROGERS: Scared the crap out of me … almost unloaded my whole clip.

They hear a sound – Rogers turns, gun raised, flashlight level – AMBER stumbles into view.

ROGERS: What the hell – I almost shot you!

DJ: She really almost did. Detective Trigger-Finger over here.

Amber rushes up to DJ, embraces him.

AMBER: There you are! He's here, he called me!

DJ: Who called you?

AMBER: The killer!

ROGERS: Where is Detective Wayne?

AMBER: I don't know – he just disappeared and then the killer called! I think it's Wayne!

ROGERS: Impossible!

AMBER: DJ – he's after your aunt and uncle!

ROGERS: Billy and Tatum? C'mon, let's get out of here. I think the exit's this way –

They open a door – WAYNE is standing on the other side! Amber jumps, screaming.

ROGERS: Wayne? Wayne?!

Detective Wayne's eyes roll back into his head and he falls forward facedown – a knife is embedded in his back!

ROGERS: Wayne!

DJ: Guess that rules him out.

ROGERS: Not that way! Stay with me –

The lights begin FLASHING on and off. They look in all directions – statues of Michael, Jason, Freddy, Pinhead, all blinking on and off in the darkness, completely disorienting them.

Something moves in the corner – Rogers fires a shot. It ricochets, hits nothing. She backs up – GHOSTFACE is behind her. Before she knows what hits her, the killer raises a knife and jerks, SLITTING HER THROAT WIDE OPEN! Rogers gurgles in her own blood, before collapsing facedown on the ground. Ghostface steps over her corpse, wipes the blood off his knife.

DJ grabs Amber's hand.

DJ: Come on -.

The two take off running through the darkened horror museum. They reach a door on the other side – it's not budging.

AMBER: DJ!

Behind them, Ghostface is charging.

DJ kicks the door in and grabs Amber, stumbling through.

INT. HOUSE OF MIRRORS – CONTINUOUS

We follow Amber and DJ into the next exhibit. They look around –

AMBER: A house of mirrors?

DJ: Stab 2. Remember – the old amusement park? Desirae and Bryson trapped them there … it's an exact replica. Shit, it's a freaking maze!

Amber is crying.

AMBER: Where do we go?

They hear a door open behind them. Footsteps.

DJ: He's here … and if he used to work here, he knows the layout …

AMBER: Which means?

DJ: We're trapped in here.

He grabs Amber's hand, weaving through the walls of mirrors. They reach a dead-end, turn, go the other way. SOMETHING JUMPS FROM THE SHADOWS - A GHOSTFACE MANNEQUIN! Amber screams. The mannequin retracts back into its spring-loaded box.

DJ: Crap. With fake Ghostfaces popping out all over, we can't tell which one's the real one! Come on!

They race – another dead end. Amber is going nuts, crying hysterically. They turn – ANOTHER GHOSTFACE MANNEQUIN! Amber is reduced to near tears. DJ turns, surges forward, nearly dragging Amber along.

CRASH!

The real Ghostface BURSTS out from a mirror, tackling DJ. They struggle – DJ throws him into a mirror which shatters. There – through the shattered mirrors, they see an EXIT sign. Ghostface is back on his feet, slashing at DJ, slicing up his arm. DJ cries out, blood splattering onto the glass surrounding them. The killer grabs him, SHOVING HIM through another mirror. DJ hits the ground, sliced up by broken glass. Ghostface jumps through, grabbing him by his long hair, raises his knife.

Amber charges, knocking Ghostface into another mirror. She helps DJ up – he's limping now. She assists him, limping towards the EXIT sign.

INT. CONTINUOUS

We follow them – they're standing on a mezzanine. A mezzanine held up with only ropes and cords. They stare down – a shark tank is below them. DJ's eyes widen.

DJ: The aquarium – from Stab 2. Remember when the guy got eaten by the shark?

AMBER: There's no shark in there, is there?

DJ: Let's not find out …

They limp across the mezzanine, reach the middle, see a door on the far end. The door opens – GHOSTFACE emerges.

DJ: How'd he get over there?

Behind them, the door they came through also opens – a SECOND Ghostface appears.

AMBER: Two of them?

DJ: There usually are.

DJ stands protectively in front of Amber, arm held out. The two Ghostfaces cock their heads mockingly as they step onto the mezzanine.

AMBER: There's nowhere to go!

DJ's eyes fall on the ropes supporting the mezzanine. He grabs Amber's arm, wrapping it around his shoulders.

DJ: Hold on tight!

He grabs one of the ropes, KICKS one of the pulleys suspending it. The rope suddenly flies free, snapping upwards, taking DJ and Amber up, up, up towards the ceiling. DJ grabs a rafter, holding on with only a hand.

Below, the mezzanine – without that rope supporting it – is unbalanced. It tilts – the two Ghostfaces turn to each other, before spilling down into the pool below with a fierce splash.

Not far from where he's hanging – Amber on his shoulders – DJ sees a maintenance platform.

DJ: You've got to jump!

AMBER: I can't! I never told you this – I'm afraid of heights!

DJ looks down – the two Ghostfaces climb out of the pools, soaking wet but still very much alive and out for blood. They stare up at DJ and Amber, before darting off looking for another way up.

DJ: I'm gonna swing – you gotta reach!

AMBER: I can't!

DJ: Then we die here! Your choice. Ready?

AMBER: No …

DJ: One.

AMBER: Oh please –

DJ: Two -.

He SWINGS Amber to the maintenance platform – she screams, GRABS IT and pulls herself up.

AMBER: You didn't wait 'till three!

DJ gathers the last of his strength and swings himself – he JUMPS free. Amber squeals, reaches out, grabs his hand. With a mighty heave, she PULLS him up. They lie there for a moment, catching their breath.

DJ: We gotta move –

INT. CONTINUOUS

We follow them – they've reached the lobby. Bloody, bruised and cut, but alive – for now.

DJ: There's the exit.

They limp towards it – behind them, two doors open. The two Ghostfaces appear, knives clenched in their hands.

DJ: Move!

They race towards the exit – behind them, they hear another door creak open. DJ and Amber spare a glance over their shoulders – a THIRD Ghostface joins the other two. The third holds up a hand, signaling to the other two to wait. The trio of Ghostfaces stand there, phantomlike, staring at DJ and Amber. DJ and Amber limp out the front door.

EXT. MUSEUM – AFTERNOON

DJ and Amber scrabble into the Winnebago. DJ puts it in drive and takes off, racing down the roadway.

AMBER: Three killers? Three?

DJ: It's upping the ante … two isn't enough to get the job done anymore.

AMBER: They let us go … you know that. They could've finished us at any time in there.

DJ: Don't remind me … you mentioned the one that called you brought up my Uncle Billy and Aunt Tatum.

AMBER: Yeah … he said it was about them.

DJ: I gotta warn them. Do you remember my Aunt Joni's address?