INT. BILLY'S CAR – NIGHT
Billy is still sitting in traffic. He's honking, clearly beyond his breaking point.
BILLY: Come on – come on!
No sign of the traffic moving. His car phone RINGS! DJ's number. He answers.
BILLY: Yes DJ – I'm still stuck in traffic –
GHOSTFACE: Hello Billy-boy. Remember me?
BILLY: You. If you touch a hair on my daughter's head –
GHOSTFACE: And what of your wife?
BILLY: Tatum? If you hurt her –
GHOSTFACE: She's still alive – for now. Here Tatum – talk to your ex husband.
TATUM: Billy!
BILLY: Tatum?
TATUM: Stay away! Don't listen! Stay away!
DJ: Uncle Billy – get to New York! Get Nicky!
He hears the sound of a THUD, Tatum and DJ both crying out in pain.
GHOSTFACE: Which is it, Billy-boy? You've had plenty of games before, but nothing like this. Nothing like where the lives of your daughter and wife hang in the balance. You can't save both of them. So which will it be? Your wife? Or your daughter?
TATUM: Get Nicky! Save her!
GHOSTFACE: Shut up!
Another thud. Billy hears Tatum cry out.
GHOSTFACE: Decide quickly, Billy. I may be growing weary of Tatum and DJ's cries of anguish. And my partner will make his move on dear little Nicky any minute now. And don't think of reaching out to Dewey and Gale. Not that they'll be of much help, I've ensured they're stuck in that little traffic jam too.
BILLY: If you hurt a hair on any of them –
GHOSTFACE: Don't get sanctimonious with me, Billy! With the amount of people you've hurt?
BILLY: What's this about? Who have I ever hurt? What've I done?! What can you possibly have against me?!
GHOSTFACE: We'll get to that soon. So … which will it be, Billy?
Billy looks down at his cell phone. He texts Karen. Get Nicky! He's making a move! Hurry! He looks up at the traffic. No way he's getting to New York anytime soon. Better to cut his losses and go for Tatum and hope Karen can get a hold of Nicholette.
BILLY: Where are they?
GHOSTFACE: Where this massacre began!
BILLY: Gruber's Horror Museum? That's like 45 minutes away!
GHOSTFACE: You have twenty! Get there. Now.
The phone hangs up. Billy looks around at the lines of traffic into city. He spins his steering wheel, turns erratically onto the outbound lane, cutting off a truck. It honks and the driver yells at him. Billy steps on it, heading back towards Jersey.
EXT. CAMP WICK – NIGHT
Jill and Richie limp back into the camp. They see the giant sheet used as a movie screen. Babie's picture is now "X"ed out. Jill cries out to the night.
JILL: This is it! It's over! We're done!
Silence.
JILL: You wanted a show, I gave you one! You happy?!
The loudspeakers throughout the camp blare on. The killer responds.
GHOSTFACE: The game isn't over yet. Not by a long shot.
JILL: You brought up The Hunger Games! Well guess what – Richie and I are ending it the way it ended. We're not killing each other!
GHOSTFACE: So then would you rather I kill your little friends? My partners have them. They could finish them right now soooo easily …
JILL: You don't know my friends. They've been through some tough shit! Try your luck with them! They'll put your partners down like they did Sidney and Cotton. Shit, they've got a bigger body count than you! Bryson and Desirae! Ned and James! Jenny and Craig, you forget about that one?
GHOSTFACE: Keep ranting Jill, this is mildly entertaining.
JILL: How about you come out and face me yourself? Huh? Who the hell are you, anyway? Nevie? Stevie? How about Dr. Sarius?
GHOSTFACE: Jill, you're not playing the game right. Don't tempt me to show myself. I will, if you don't play along and kill Richie!
JILL: Fuck you! I'm not a cold-blooded killer!
GHOSTFACE: Devon and Babie would say otherwise –
JILL: That was self-defense!
GHOSTFACE: Then how about all the shit you were talking earlier? How you were gonna show me what you're capable of? I'm really tempted to come out right now and see for myself!
JILL: Bring it! I'll show you! How about I rip you open from head to toe!
GHOSTFACE: There! That's what I'm talking about! There's that fire I desire! Show me, Jill! Show me! The rematch of the century! Ghostface versus Ghostface!
JILL: Been there, done that, it was lame. Craig didn't fare very well anyway! So let's end this!
GHOSTFACE: My pleasure!
Ghostface BURSTS through the screen, racing right for Jill and Richie. The two dive out of the way, Ghostface slicing through a tree.
Richie grabs Jill's arm.
RICHIE: This way – the master cabin!
The two limp towards the Master Cabin, where Dr. Sarius controlled the operations of Camp Wick.
Ghostface RIPS his knife out the tree trunk and turns his head, seeing Jill and Richie vanish into the Master Cabin.
INT. MASTER CABIN – NIGHT
Richie flicks a switch. The lights in the cabin go on. They're surrounded by computer monitors – monitors tracking each inmate.
RICHIE: He was watching us from here …
Jill opens a closet – NEVIE AND STEVIE'S GUTTED CORPSES HANG FROM THE CEILING! Jill backs away. Behind her – a chair turns. DR. Sarius is in the chair – his stomach COMPLETELY OBLITERATED, HIS EYES CUT OUT IN TRIANGLE shapes.
Outside, they hear banging on the doorframe.
GHOSTFACE: Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!
Richie looks around – sees the security system. Dozens of computers, linked to a large electronic mainframe. He looks up – sees a sprinkler system. Right over the mainframe with all its wires. Not exactly up to safety codes.
GHOSTFACE: Not by the hairs of your chinny-chin-chins?
RICHIE: (to Jill) I have an idea! Keep him busy!
JILL: What?
Richie ducks behind a door.
GHOSTFACE: Then I'll huff … and I'll puff … and I'll blow your house in!
The entryway SMASHES OPEN. Ghostface appears in the doorway, knife in hand. Jill backs away, looking around. The killer enters, applauding.
GHOSTFACE: You did well, Jill. Exactly as I anticipated, though I will have to kill off Richie. After all, there can only be a sole survivor.
JILL: What is this? Huh? Why pit the inmates against each other, make us fight?
GHOSTFACE: It was all according to Dr. Sarius' plan to resurrect PANTHYR. The survivor would be recruited to join them. But I had other plans! As though I gave a fuck about a mercenary gang. Plans that Dr. Sarius and Nevie and Stevie were getting in the way of!
JILL: How about you unmask, huh? Show me who you are?
GHOSTFACE: Why, I thought you'd never ask!
He reaches up, pulling back the hood and mask - - it's LANCE.
LANCE: Surprised?
JILL: Hardly.
LANCE: (advancing on her) I left my notes about you out, Jill. For you to read. I craved for you to read them. I wanted you to know attracted I was – am – to you …
JILL: All this because you want to fuck me?
LANCE: Well, in part. But it's your mind Jill, that's the part that obsessed me! You planned a whole massacre with Charlie Walker – right down to the last detail. And at the last minute, you backed out! You couldn't deal with the loss of Trevor or your mother. And it hit me – you lost your nerve …
JILL: Or found a conscience!
LANCE: (shrugs) However you want to describe it. You lost the fire, that murderous flare that I find so invigorating about you. I followed your case. Every news story, every Facebook feed about you – I had to devour it. But it wasn't enough! I had to see you in action for myself. I had to reawaken that dark side in you that I love so deeply. And when you beat Devon to a pulp – oh, you could only imagine how turned on I was.
JILL: You're sick.
LANCE: I told you the other day – this was a chance of redemption for me.
JILL: Your old patient – the one who committed suicide …
LANCE: She found my advances inappropriate. I couldn't have her spill the beans. It wasn't murder – not really. By threatening to report my advances to the police it was signing her own death warrant. But I have a chance with you – someone who also has that murderous streak, who can accept my dark side – because hers is just as dark as mine!
JILL: I've left that all behind in Woodsboro! I'm not a killer!
LANCE: Again – Devon and Babie would say otherwise. C'mon Jill – admit it! You loved killing them. You felt the blood rush, the heat rise as you gave expression to your passion! Don't turn away from who you are, embrace it! You are Ghostface! I am Ghostface! We are one!
JILL: I'm nothing like you!
She backs away. He grins – makes a move for her.
LANCE: Do you hate me Jill?
JILL: I pity you!
LANCE: Do you want to kill me?
JILL: No –
LANCE: Another lie! Here – my knife. Take it! Stab me, Jill! Stab me – show me the part of you that I love so much!
JILL: I'm not freaking killing you, you psycho!
LANCE: Richie then. C'mon Jill. Take it. Join me and kill Richie! End the game! End the game and my partners will spare Nicholette!
Jill hesitates. She'd forgotten about Nicholette. Lance presses the knife into her hand.
LANCE: You know you want that feeling again – that you had when you killed Devon. You want that high again. Your serotonin levels must've been off the charts! Do it! Feel that rush again! It's addictive! It's like crack! Once you start, you just can't stop! And then we can frame him for everything! You can be the sole survivor, the winner! Just like you always wanted!
Jill takes the knife, looking down at it, reflecting on Lance's words. There was a time, not too long ago, when she would have taken him up on his offer. But now …
Jill SLUGS the knife into his side. He cries out – both in pain and ecstasy as Jill runs past him.
LANCE: Yes Jill! That's what I'm talking about!
He plucks the knife out of his side as Jill races for the door. He HURLS it – it embeds into the wall right next to her, missing her by inches.
LANCE: Take it! Take it and be who you are!
Richie BURSTS into the doorway, grabbing the knife from the wall. Lance's face falters. Richie charges him, knife raised. He strikes down – Lance grabs his wrists. The two struggle.
RICHIE: Go Jill! Get out of here!
LANCE: Jill – my love! Help me!
Jill stands there, watching the two of them struggle. Lance gains the upper hand. He SLAMS Richie into the mainframe, raises his knife.
LANCE: Nothing personal, Richie. I just hate competition!
RICHIE: Yeah? So do I!
Richie extends his arm – a lighter. One that he pilfered from the other room. He flicks it – a small flame appears in his hand.
Lance blinks.
LANCE: That it?
Richie turns – igniting the wiring to the mainframe. It BURSTS into flames, roaring up along the wires.
LANCE: Oh shit!
In his surprise, he releases Richie and backs away. Richie grabs a chair and SWINGS it into Lance, smashing it completely. Lance staggers back into the burning mainframe – the smoke of which is now reaching the sprinkler system above.
Richie grabs Jill's arm.
RICHIE: Come on!
The sprinklers go off – putting out the fire – but circuiting the smoking mainframe. Lance's eyes go wide as he realizes –
LANCE: Oh …
Jolts of electricity COURSE through the mainframe, turning Lance into a living battery. He screams as his body jolts with thousands upon thousands of volts of electricity.
EXT. CAMP WICK – NIGHT
Jill and Richie turn. They see the entire cabin BURST into flames. They stop.
RICHIE: Guess you could say he was … hot … for you … what, that's from Austin Powers.
Jill turns, grabbing Richie by the shirt, kissing him passionately.
Behind them, a figure emerges from the cabin – LANCE. Completely covered from head to toe in flames.
RICHIE: Oh shit!
JILL: Who is he, Michael Fucking Myers?!
Lance staggers toward the two, the flames consuming away his features … he's unstoppable now, an unthinking engine of destruction …
He collapses facefirst on the ground. He's finally dead.
Jill and Richie watch as his form slowly burns away and is consumed. Jill intertwines her fingers with Richie's as they stare at the fire display.
JILL: What now?
RICHIE: Now – we get a phone. And we warn my sister Lucy and the others. There's two more killers out there and they're going after your friends. We can head them off.
He storms towards a cabin. Jill whistles.
JILL: I like a man that can take charge.