INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

Nicholette enters her hotel room and sets a bag on a table. She flicks on a light – DANNY is sitting there in an armchair, holding a glass of scotch.

NICHOLETTE: Danny - you scared me! What are you doing here sitting in the dark?

DANNY: Thinking …

NICHOLETTE: About what? (Checks her phone) Crap, I'm gonna be late for my own show.

DANNY: (Setting the scotch down) You have time …

NICHOLETTE: No, I really don't, I have to get to makeup, get in costume, oh Nathan's already stressed – he's on the verge of an aneurism.

DANNY: They'll be fine without you.

NICHOLETTE: (sensing something off) Danny …?

He stands up. His brow is furrowed. Under his exterior demeanor, he's pissed.

DANNY: Tell me, Nicky – go sightseeing lately? See any sunsets?

Shit, she's caught.

NICHOLETTE: Danny -.

He tosses her his cell phone. She looks down at it. Her face falls as she watches the recording of herself kissing Brian.

DANNY: Your friend Chantelle paid me a visit earlier.

NICHOLETTE: She was here?

DANNY: Forget her.

NICHOLETTE: Danny – it was a moment of weakness. I promise, it was only a –

DANNY: - only a kiss? Spare me.

He towers over her. He stares down at her tear-stained eyes.

NICHOLETTE: Danny, please – I never meant to hurt you.

DANNY: That's funny – because now I'm going to have to hurt you.

He GRABS her by the shoulders, throws her facefirst onto the bed, straddles her, pins her down. She screams. He grabs a pillow, smothering her face into it.

DANNY: Stuff it, will you? Can't have the neighbors hear.

Nicholette keeps kicking and struggling. He grips the back of her neck and grabs a ziptie. He begins tying her wrists behind her back. She struggles and cries.

DANNY: Shut up, will you? I SAID SHUT UP!

Nicholette freezes. She turns her tear-streamed face to the side of the pillow so she can breathe. She stares up at him.

NICHOLETTE: Danny … please …

Danny sits on the side of the bed. He's staring at a wall.

DANNY: This is what's going to happen. We're going back to Woodsboro. Tonight. I already called our plane tickets in. We're going home and we're going to pretend none of this ever happened. You're going to forget Brian even exists.

NICHOLETTE: You can't make me –

He SMACKS her across the face. He stares down, breathing heavily through his nose.

DANNY: Why do you make me hurt you, Nicky? Why? What can be gained?

NICHOLETTE: …. Please …

Danny stands up, runs a hand through his hair.

DANNY: I'm not a bad person. I'm passionate. You bring out my dark side, Nicky. Somehow, someway – you do. One day, you're going to make me go too far.

NICHOLETTE: Are you going to kill me?

DANNY: What? No! Of course not! How could you even think that of me? I don't have a violent bone in my body. But you drive me to this! Why? Why do you do this to yourself? Do you have a masochist side?

NICHOLETTE: I don't do anything! You're just a fucking psycho!

Danny grabs her by the nape of her neck and forces her to stand.

DANNY: Come on. We're getting a cab.

He throws a jacket around her shoulders, hiding her ziptied wrists. He frog-marches her towards the door, it opens –

- - KIRBY is standing there. She seems surprised for a moment, but then -.

KIRBY: Nicky, what are you doing here? You gotta get ready for the show!

She doesn't notice Nicholette's bound wrists. She stares at Kirby, pleading with her eyes. Kirby seems to pick up on it.

DANNY: She's not doing the show. We should've left the night of the funeral …

Kirby fumbles with pepper spray in her pocket.

KIRBY: Danny – you really should rethink your next actions -.

Nicholette's phone rings! There's a moment's silence. Danny snarls, grabbing Nicholette's phone out of her pocket. He looks at the Caller ID – BRIAN. A new fury fills Danny. He swipes answer and puts it on speaker.

DANNY: Look you little art prick, Nicky is mine do you under-

GHOSTFACE: That's where you're wrong, Danny! She's mine! They all are.

Danny looks around – they're alone in the hotel corridor.

DANNY: Who the fuck is this? Shit, this probably is Brian, he's into that gay horror shit -.

GHOSTFACE: The thing is, Danny – YOU WON'T BE AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO FIND OUT!

The lights in the corridor dim. Kirby looks around.

KIRBY: Shit.

She pulls out her own phone, frowns.

KIRBY: No reception.

NICHOLETTE: What do we do?

KIRBY: We have to get out of this hotel.

DANNY: Good. Best idea I've heard all day.

KIRBY: First things first – get your filthy hands off Nicholette!

DANNY: I'm calling the shots here. The elevator.

KIRBY: Uh – have you never seen Stab 2? We're walking into a trap …

DANNY: Not this shit again!

KIRBY: Two teens killed in a hotel. The killer –

NICHOLETTE: My mom's boyfriend – James!

Nicholette and Kirby stare up at Danny. Kirby grabs a defensive arm around Nicholette pulling her away. She whips out a small pen knife and cuts the zipties. Nicholette is free. She stares defiantly at Danny who advances on her and Kirby. The two back away.

DANNY: What exactly is it you two are implying?

KIRBY: He's going into psycho mode!

DANNY: That I'm the killer? Nicky, you really think I would kill someone?

Nicholette is filled with all the defiance in the world. She undoes the strap on her shoulder. A faint bruise is on her forearm.

NICHOLETTE: Do you remember this? Last Christmas, when I didn't get you the gift you wanted?

She lifts her shirt – faint bruising on her stomach.

NICHOLETTE: When you kicked me in the stomach – all because I told your mother I was allergic to pepper at last year's dinner party.

DANNY: I -.

Nicholette turns around, allowing her shirt to fall backwards, revealing her bare back. Several old scars.

NICHOLETTE: When you thought I was talking to another man on the phone – even though it was my father. God, why did I even stay with you this long?

DANNY: Because you love me … and I love you …

NICHOLETTE: No, this isn't love! This is … this is just sick! You need help Danny and I'm not the one to do it! I've been a victim long enough – of Jenny and Craig, of my parents own drama – but no more! We're done, you hear me?! I'm leaving with Kirby. You can leave with us and survive or you can stay and die. I really don't care which. C'mon Kirbz.

Kirby stands there flabbergasted.

KIRBY: Since when did you get gangsta?

DANNY: Where will you go? Who can give you the presents and the vacations like I can? Some scummy theater student? Huh – is that what you want? To be a gutter-girl to some talentless hack!

NICHOLETTE: Kirby likes the movie Titanic. So in the immortal words of Rose Dewitt Bukater, a.k.a. Rose Dawson – "I'd rather be his whore than your wife."

KIRBY: That means you two are over, Cal!

Danny stands there, flatfooted. His fists are balled. But his only weapon now – fear – has been taken from him. Now that Nicholette finally grew a pair and stood up to him, he's shown as the coward he is.

DANNY: Fine! Leave! I don't need you!

Nicholette and Kirby reach an elevator. Nicholette presses a button.

DANNY: You'll be back! You're lost without me, Nicky!

Nicholette and Kirby and the elevator. Nicholette presses the lobby button.

DANNY: You need me!

The doors close, shutting off Danny from his now ex-girlfriend. He stands there in the flickering light.

DANNY: (pathetic) … I need you …

INT. HOTEL LOBBY – NIGHT

Nicholette and Kirby exit the elevator and enter the lobby. They find several employees trying to figure out how to get the power back on in the hotel. Nicholette stops Kirby – she approaches a security guard.

NICHOLETTE: Excuse me – my ex boyfriend is upstairs. He received a threatening call from who we think is a killer. Can you go escort him off the premises please?

SECURITY GUARD: You got it. What's his room?

NICHOLETTE: 409.

SECURITY: Great, I'll check on him.

Nicholette turns and walks towards the exit.

KIRBY: You should've just let him get gutted.

NICHOLETTE: True. But … I can't. No matter what he's done to me, I still can't just let him die without getting him some help. Now – we have a show to get to, don't we?

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INT. HOTEL ELEVATOR – NIGHT

The security guard walks into the hotel's elevator. He presses the button for the 4th floor. He looks down at the controls and grimaces – the buttons to the second and third floor are also pressed. He sighs.

The elevator reaches the second floor. The doors open – revealing a dim hallway with the lights flickering.

SECURITY GUARD: (impatient) C'mon …

The doors close again. He's on the third floor now. The door opens – same scene. Empty hallway with flickering lights. He sighs as the doors close again and he reaches the fourth floor.

The door opens – GHOSTFACE CHOPS HIM IN THE CHEST WITH A PALM, SLAMMING HIM BACK INTO THE WALL. THE DOOR'S SENSORS GET JAMMED, AND THE ELEVATOR DOORS KEEP SLIDING OPEN AND CLOSED.

ANGLE ON:

VIEW FROM HALLWAY

We watch from the hallway, lights flickering as the security guard struggles for his life. The elevator doors keep opening and closing – each time it opens, we see a knife plunging again and again and again …

INT. DANNY'S ROOM – NIGHT

Danny throws himself into an armchair. He pours himself another glass of scotch, downs it one gulp. His phone VIBRATES on the table next to him. He looks down – a picture message from CHANTELLE. He frowns. More photos of Nicholette with Brian. Kissing him.

He grows a fury and SMASHES his phone against the wall. He sinks back into his seat, head in his hands. He's actually … crying? The abuser's worst nightmare has come true. His victim has left him and he's alone.

There's a sudden KNOCK on his door. His head jolts up. The soundtrack STINGS.

He approaches the door cautiously. He grabs a knife from a table and peers through the peephole.

Nothing. Just the empty hallway.

He turns – his phone VIBRATES again!

He grabs it – it's a video message. This time from an unknown number. And it's not a picture of Nicholette and Brian. It's a live video of his room. He sees himself.

DANNY: Shit!

He turns, wrenches open the door, stumbles into the hallway.

INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT

Danny stumbles drunkenly down the hallway, the soundtrack picking up the pace. He reaches the elevator, pressing the down button franticly. The light above the door illuminating which floor the elevator is on is highlighted. FLOOR 1.

He presses it harder. He looks behind him – nothing.

FLOOR 2 is illuminated.

DANNY: C'mon, c'mon!

FLOOR 3.

Behind him, a shadow darts. He sees it out of the corner of his eye.

FLOOR 4.

The elevator doors slide open – we know what's inside …

Oh, the elevator is empty. No sign of the security guard. No body, no blood stains. Danny enters into the elevator, pressing the LOBBY button.

The elevator begins descending. Danny leans against a wall, catching his breath, relief flooding him.

VMMM. VMMM.

His cell phone vibrates again. Same unknown number. A video message – live. Of him. In the elevator. Taken from above.

Danny turns –

GHOSTFACE DROPS DOWN FROM HIS PERCH, KNIFE STRIKING DANNY RIGHT IN HIS BACK!

Danny cries out – the elevator stops at the SECOND FLOOR – the doors open. Danny stumbles out, blood trailing behind him. He's running, pounding on hotel doors.

DANNY: SOMEONE OPEN THE FUCK UP!

He turns – nothing there. Ghostface is GONE. He pulls out a switchblade.

DANNY: Alright, you want to fuck around? Huh? Bring it motherfucker! I dare you!

He backs away, down the dark hallway. He reaches a guest lounge filled with vending machines. He spins in all directions. Everything is dark and silent. He backs up – GHOSTFACE appears, STRIKING DOWNWARD INTO HIS BACK!

Danny cries out – Ghostface spins him, grips him by his shirt, hurling him FACEFIRST into a vending machine. Ghostface grabs the back of his head, slamming him into the glass window of the machine. Again. And again. The glass is cracking, his blood smearing on it. Danny is struggling and crying – Ghostface PRESSES his face into the cracked glass, cutting it up.

THUNK.

The final blow, straight into Danny's spine. Ghostface releases him and his body flops down, his face at the bottom of the vending machine. Sodas and chips topple, spilling onto his body. His body sighs, and he's GONE.

Ghostface stares down at him, before wiping the blood from his knife and vanishing into the darkness.