EXT. CAMP WICK – AFTERNOON
We follow Jill as she's forced to walk towards Camp Wick's Mess Hall with the other students. She stares at all the forests surrounding the camp, and the armed guards standing at attention.
INT. MESS HALL – AFTERNOON
Jill wrinkles her nose as a mess of brown goop is plopped onto her plate. She stares up at the lunch lady – no nonsense, mole on her lip.
JILL: Thanks …
Jill turns to a table and sits next to "Innocent" Ian, who seems very pale and is rocking back and forth.
JILL: (to Ian) You okay?
Ian is doubled over.
IAN: My stomach … hurts …
Babie and Devon the Vampire-Girl join them. Mikey the arsonist is playing with his food. Richie sits at the far end of the table, ignoring them, staring at a wall, but not seeing the wall.
MIKEY: At least the food's better here than at pen.
JILL: I don't know if I would even call this food …
DEVON: This place is lame.
JILL: Yeah, I said the same thing.
DEVON: Arts and crafts, campfire songs – how the hell is this supposed to rehabilitate us? Stevie and Nevie creep me out with all their happy-clappy crap. And our therapists– you got a pretty cute one though, Jill.
JILL: Hmmm?
DEVON: Don't pretend you haven't checked Lance out.
JILL: (shrugging) He's my shrink. It's not like I can do anything about it. (Beat) Not like I even would.
DEVON: You're blushing! Your cheeks are filling with blood.
Richie perks up. He stares at Ian.
RICHIE: You okay, Ian?
IAN: I really think I need a doctor …
At that moment, Stevie and Nevie practically waltz into the mess hall, grinning brightly.
STEVIE: Welcome to our mess hall our bright little malcontents!
NEVIE: Finish up those hot, delicious bowls of stroganoff! You'll need the energy because in five minutes, we're going on a bright, beautiful nature hike!
IAN: Please … I think I need a doctor … my stomach …
NEVIE: Aaaw, does someone have a tummy-ache!
JILL: I really think he needs to see the medic! Look at him, he's pale and sweating -.
STEVIE: Nonsense! It's nothing a little fresh and air and exercise can't cure!
JILL: But -.
Behind Nevie and Stevie, two armed guards appear.
NEVIE: Like we said, just some fresh air and some exercise. It'll do us all some good! We're here to make you better … whether you like it or not.
Jill sighs as she and the group are held at gunpoint, forced to stand and march. Nevie and Stevie stand there, their eyes and mouths wide, grinning from ear to ear as they watch the prisoners be marched out.
INT. WINNEBAGO – AFTERNOON
DJ is driving with Amber in the passenger seat. He's furiously using the Bluetooth.
DJ: C'mon, pick up, pick up!
It goes to voicemail
DJ: Damn it!
AMBER: Nicky's not picking up?
DJ: Nope. Can't reach her, my parents aren't picking up either. Uncle Billy went to voicemail. And Aunt Tatum's number seems to have been disconnected.
He steps on the gas.
DJ: C'mon …!
EXT. AUNT JONI'S HOUSE – AFTERNOON
DJ pulls his Winnebago up, nearly taking down the mailbox. He stumbles out of the vehicle, followed by Amber. He rushes up to the porch, banging on the door and ringing the doorbell.
DJ: Aunt Tatum! Aunt Joni! Open up, it's an emergency!
Nothing. The house seems silent.
DJ: Aunt Tatum! Aunt Joni! (beat) Let's try around the back.
AMBER: Maybe they're not home.
DJ follows around to the spacious backyard. Woods surround the house. He bangs on the back door. He peers in – sees a light coming from the living room. A television. Aunt Joni's husband Uncle Frank is lying on the couch, wearing a hoodie and baseball cap, napping soundly. DJ pounds on the back door again.
DJ: Uncle Frank!
Uncle Frank starts. He rolls out of the couch and lazily opens up the back door.
UNCLE FRANK: Who the hell are you?
DJ: Uncle Frank, it's me! DJ! … Dwight Junior?
UNCLE FRANK: Oh yeah … sorry, dozed off there. Was watching some nature program …
DJ: Where's Aunt Tatum?
UNCLE FRANK: I dunno … she and Joni left about an hour ago. Getting an early dinner I guess … then going to some club or something …
DJ: A club?
UNCLE FRANK: For middle-aged folks … a singles club … Joni's been trying to hook your aunt up and I think she knows someone who's interested. They're meeting up with him …
DJ: (facepalms) There's a murder spree, Aunt Tatum's a target, and Aunt Joni's focused on her love life?! Oh, Uncle Billy's gonna love this one … Do you know the name of the club?
UNCLE FRANK: Beats me … Joni may have its business card somewhere, come in, let's take a look …
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INT. BROADWAY PLAYHOUSE – AFTERNOON
Nathan the director has his hands in his head. He sits on a stool on the stage, surrounded by staff and the cast, including Lucy, Brian, Chris and Chantelle who is unusually aloof, even in light of Luna's recent murder.
Kirby stands in the background, Ace sipping on a slurpee. Kirby has a phone to her ear.
ACE: Why are we here again?
KIRBY: First – moral support for Lucy. Second – I got a plan.
ACE: A plan for what?
KIRBY: To catch the killer.
ACE: Is that why you're calling Nicholette?
KIRBY: You're a smart kid, Ace.
We hear Nicholette's voice on the other end of the line.
KIRBY: You on your way?
NICHOLETTE: Almost there. Danny doesn't like this -.
KIRBY: I don't give a fuck what Danny likes. If I'm right, and the killer is following the rules of a Part 5, he'll make his move right where the survivors from the previous massacre are gathered.
NICHOLETTE: Opening night of show. I still don't see why you need me -.
KIRBY: He gave us an opening. One of the lead cast members dead. They need to recast the role -.
NICHOLETTE: (starting to see where Kirby is going with this) Kirby -.
KIRBY: Come on, Nicky! You have a great voice! I heard you when you were in chorus!
NICHOLETTE: Singing in front of a few classmates and their parents is one thing! This – this is Broadway Kirby! No way I'm good enough for that! And Danny -.
KIRBY: If Danny really loves you, he'll be supportive. Now quit whining and get here!
She hangs up, and walks out onto the stage, greeting Lucy.
KIRBY: Okay, Nathan, I know you're doing tryouts to replace Luna's role of Carlotta and I've got someone on their way.
CHANTELLE: Why are we even wasting our time? Nathan, you should let me call a few of my friends. Professionals, they'll –
NATHAN: You've done enough ordering me around today. (Beat) Is your friend any good, Kirbiline?
KIRBY: If she's not, you're in no worse of a position than you're in now. Give her a shot, if she blows you can call some of Chantelle's cronies.
CHANTELLE: Why are you involving yourself? You're not even a part of the crew!
KIRBY: No, but if the killer is targeting you guys, then I'm the best shot you've got at survival! We put one of the survivors from the Reboot Murders, right on stage – with an audience – the killer won't be able to resist!
CHANTELLE: The cops will –
KIRBY: Oh, the cops? You mean the same cops that accidentally let Cotton Weary loose and never suspected Sidney Prescott? The same cops that couldn't keep Desirae or Bryson from killing everybody? The cops that were too busy dealing with a purge to stop Ned? Or how about the bang-up job Hoss and Perkins did in Woodsboro catching Jenny and Craig?
CHANTELLE: This is outrageous! But fine. Whatever. Let your little friend try out and make a fool of herself. Once that's done, we can get some real professionals.
Chantelle sits herself on a stool and folds her arms impatiently.
A door opens. Nicholette appears, completely nervous, Danny following in her wake like a bloodhound. Nicholette walks awkwardly down the aisles of the theater – halfway down, she drops her keys which clang loudly.
NICHOLETTE: Sorry, sorry …
Chantelle laughs.
CHANTELLE: This bitch? Please.
Danny is still protesting behind her.
DANNY: Why are you doing this? You can't sing!
NICHOLETTE: Thanks for the vote of confidence, babe.
Nicholette nervously climbs the stairs to the stage. Danny, completely bored, flops himself onto a seat in the front row. He stares at Nicholette and motions to his watch, mouthing the word "reservations." Nicholette stares at him and nods.
Kirby nods at her, before walking offstage. She sits in the auditorium with Ace, right behind Danny. Danny folds his arms impatiently.
NATHAN: (to Nicholette) Now, what is your name?
NICHOLETTE: Nicky – ugh, Nicholette. Well, my friends call me Nicky …
Below, Danny rolls his eyes.
ACE: (whispering to Kirby) She seems nervous …
KIRBY: She'll be fine.
DANNY: She's gonna blow it.
Kirby stares at Danny, feeling a rage growing.
KIRBY: You know something Danny – I'm getting real sick of you always running her down. She's your girlfriend …
DANNY: Whatever. So long as she doesn't embarrass herself. Or me …
KIRBY: You're an asshole.
Up on stage, Nathan motions for the lighting technician to light Nicholette. She blinks awkwardly in the light. She's sweating. She turns, looking to Danny for support. He's completely aloof, bored. She nods; she herself her realizes her boyfriend's a jerk. She turns – sees Chantelle leering. Past a bored Chris – she makes eye contact with Brian Sheldon. Her old classmate from Woodsboro. He nods, smiling warmly at her. She smiles back.
Below, Danny catches her moment with Brian. He sneers.
The music starts. Nicholette sighs … and begins singing …
It's stupendous. Chantelle, who was mocking her, immediately shuts up. Danny sits upright in his chair, confused as to how his girlfriend could sing and he didn't know. Kirby sits back, arms folded, smirking knowingly.
When the song ends, Nathan is all over himself.
NATHAN: Wonderful! I think we've got our new Carlotta!
NICHOLETTE: Y-you're serious? Really?
Kirby joins her onstage and claps her on the back.
KIRBY: You're gonna be on Broadway babe!
Brian smiles warmly at her, high-fiving her.
BRIAN: Welcome to the cast! Two Woodsboro alumni. It'll be just like old times back in high school.
DANNY: (butting in) I always believed in you babe!
He kisses her. Kirby and Ace roll their eyes. Lucy joins them.
LUCY: Looks like we're gonna be castmates. Granted, I'm still Chantelle's understudy, but -.
Chantelle has no words to say. She simply turns and walks off the stage.
NATHAN: Our first rehearsal begins tomorrow. Here's the information and – welcome to the cast!
BRIAN: We should celebrate! How about drinks on me tonight?
DANNY: No thanks. Nicky and I have reservations. Alone.
NICHOLETTE: You know what – drinks sound good!
Danny looks as though he's been personally assaulted.
DANNY: Nicky – you can't just blow me off -.
NICHOLETTE: I'm going to have drinks with my new castmates. You can either come along and celebrate with me and actually support me for once -.
KIRBY: - or you can just continue to be a complete and total asshole. Your choice.
DANNY: (Beat) Fine. Have fun tonight.
He turns, storms off. Nicholette stops, calls out to him.
NICHOLETTE: Danny! DANNY!
He walks out the door.
KIRBY: He'll cool off.
NICHOLETTE: Yeah, hopefully …
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INT. NATHAN'S OFFICE – EVENING
Nathan is typing at a computer. The door opens behind him – Chantelle stands there. Nathan snorts.
NATHAN: Should've known.
CHANTELLE: Okay, what are you playing at? Signing on that complete amateur -.
NATHAN: You don't get a say in who I do and don't cast Miss Montgomery.
CHANTELLE: Really? May I remind you -
Chantelle pulls out her iPhone, plays the video of her and Nathan having sex. This time, Nathan isn't intimidated. He stands up, snatches the phone out of her hand and smashes it under his foot.
CHANTELLE: What are you doing?
NATHAN: It's over. I'm taking back my life.
CHANTELLE: You know I made copies –
NATHAN: And do you know what's going to happen if you release them? I'll tell them everything. I'll admit to the affair. And what'll that do to your career? I'm willing to bet I'm not the only director you slept with to advance yourself. I go down, they'll all come out of the woodwork to tell their story …
CHANTELLE: Since when did you grow a pair?
NATHAN: When one of my own cast members was brutally butchered! Now get out! You're lucky I don't fire you on the spot! You don't control me anymore! You hear me! We are not the playthings of Chantelle Montgomery anymore!
CHANTELLE: (smiling) We'll see.
She turns, still with that evil smile, leaving Nathan to return to his work.
EXT. NATURE TRAIL – EVENING
Jill is exhausted. She lags behind as the group continues on their hike. Babie and Devon look taxed to their limits. Mikey the arsonist continues on, staring up at the foliage. Richie appears to be the only one keeping pace. Nevie and Stevie continue on ahead, leading the group. Jill makes note of the guards in the trees – snipers. They're walking along a wooded ridge – below them is a ravine a hundred feet deep. Jill feels dizzy from the heights.
NEVIE: Isn't this just wonderful! Fresh air, birds are singing! Look at all the colors of trees!
JILL: Please … don't start singing Disney. I don't think I can take it …
NEVIE: (sining) Oh the hills are alive, with the sound of music!
The group behind them groans.
STEVIE: Oh, don't be dour! I've got great news! We're already a quarter of the way through our hike!
The group behind them groans again.
DEVON: A quarter? Only a quarter! We've already gone ten miles!
STEVIE: I know! Don't you all feel great?!
Behind them, Ian continues to lumber at the tail end. He's carrying a backpack, but he's doubled over. He looks pale, like paste. He's sweating and clammy. And his stomach is making unusual gurgling noises.
IAN: Please … can we take a break?!
STEVIE: Oh, no can-do kiddo! We go at a steady pace here! We know only one pace at Camp Wick – fast!
IAN: Please … my stomach hurts … I feel like I'm gonna hurl …
NEVIE: That's just normal exercise sickness. It'll pass …
JILL: He's been like this all day.
STEVIE: All day you say?
Stevie and Nevie turn, walk back towards Ian. He's doubling over more now, his stomach swishing and gurgling.
IAN: Please … I need the medic …
STEVIE: You okay champ?
IAN: … a medic … the pain … I feel like I'm gonna pass out …
NEVIE: Oooh, looks like we've got a faker here!
IAN: I'm … not … please …
JILL: He's not faking it! I saw him at lunch. The others can agree!
DEVON: He was having stomach cramps all day.
BABIE: Looked like he was about to hurl …
JILL: Look at him. We need to turn back. We need to get him to a doctor!
Stevie and Nevie stare at Ian. He looks up at them imploringly. The two then turn to look at the other prisoners who are begging them to turn around.
NEVIE: You all want to call it quits then?
DEVON: Umm … duh.
STEVIE: You want to call it quits, Ian?
IAN: Please … I have to … I can't go on … much further …
STEVIE: That's okay, buddy. We're all pals here.
Steve places his hand on Ian's shoulder.
STEVIE: If you want to call it quits, we can call it quits. No problemo!
Ian smiles through his pain, relieved that the two councilors are seeing sense.
STEVIE: I also know of a shortcut. Would you like to take the shortcut, Ian?
IAN: Yes … yes, please …
STEVIE: Okayyy! Just because you asked!
STEVIE SUDDENLY SHOVES IAN BACKWARDS! JILL SCREAMS AS IAN GOES OVER THE EDGE OF THE RAVINE! HIS BODY HITS ROCKS AND TREE BRANCHES – AND SPLATS TO THE ROCKY GROUND BELOW!
JILL: What the fuck?!
Devon, Mikey, Jill, Babie and Richie stare down in horror and shock. Ian's body lies at an odd angle, his legs and body bent, his neck broken. His body twitches and moves no more.
The remaining prisoners stare in horror. Stevie gets in front of them.
STEVIE: Anyone else want to take the shortcut?!
The prisoners shake their heads, realizing their situation, realizing that with guards in the trees, they're completely at the mercy of these two psychos. This isn't a normal camp, Jill realizes. These aren't normal councilors. Did their own government actually agree to this? Or did they not know what these people are really like?
NEVIE: That's the spirit folks! C'mon! Only thirty miles to go!