EXT. RILEY RESIDENCE – MORNING
Establishing shot. Dewey and Gale's house. Unchanged from when we last saw it … well, except for two new inhabitants.
INT. NICHOLETTE'S ROOM – MORNING
Nicholette Loomis, 14, starting her freshman year of high school. A younger version of her mother, Tatum only less … confident and more conservatively dressed. None of her mother's rocker-type outfits. She bites a fingernail as she types on a laptop.
Incoming video message.
Nicholette smiles as she accepts, clicking open. The screen fills with a live feed of none other than TATUM RILEY, her mother. Except this time …
… the cancer is beginning to take its toll on her. Tatum is lying in a hospital wing, pale and thinner. But still, the fighting spirit remains.
NICHOLETTE: Mom! You should be resting -!
TATUM: I couldn't resist! Your first day of High School! I had to wish you luck!
NICHOLETTE: How are you feeling?
TATUM: Like crap, but what else is new?
NICHOLETTE: And Dad?
TATUM: Busy – as usual. How are Gale and Dewey treating ya'?
NICHOLETTE: Nice. They're both nice. Well, Aunt Gale's hardly around these days and Uncle Dewey … well …
TATUM: What about Dwight Junior?
NICHOLETTE: DJ? More obsessed with his video games. Haven't really talked to him much.
TATUM: Well, he'll come around. Be sure to make lots of friends and post lots of photos. And … don't make the mistakes I did. And definitely do not – under any circumstances – fuck one of your friend's boy-
NICHOLETTE: MOM! (Beat) I got this!
TATUM: (smiling) I'll check in on you soon, sweetie! I love you!
NICHOLETTE: I love you too Mom – feel better soon!
The feed goes out and Nicholette stands up, slinging a backpack over her shoulder.
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INT. HOSPITAL – MORNING
We see Tatum in full for the first time. She's in a hospital wing, wires plugged in. A cap on her head. She's been undergoing chemo.
BILLY LOOMIS, now in his thirties, comes in, carrying a tray of food. He smiles warmly down at Tatum, who weakly smiles back.
TATUM: Your daughter is officially beginning her first day of school!
Billy sits down on the bedside, hands clasped between his knees.
BILLY: I still don't think it's a good idea -.
TATUM: We agreed. We agreed if the cancer came back, if I needed more treatments, she shouldn't be around to see it.
BILLY: I know, I know! It's just -.
TATUM: (grasping his hand in her weak one) She's a big girl. We raised her right, taught her to make good decisions. Not like us. (Beat)
BILLY: It's her first time in high school -.
TATUM: She's strong. Just like her Mommy and Daddy.
BILLY: But what if -.
TATUM: No buts. We left that all behind, remember?
Tatum winces. A monitor goes off, pumping more drugs into her arm. She relaxes after a moment, stiffening into sleep. Billy stands up, caressing her arm, before kissing her on the forehead as she naps. He stares down at her, before slinging his jacket over his shoulders.
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – MORNING
We follow Billy down the hallway. It's empty. The lights flicker. He stops. There's a figure at the far end of the hallway – hair wild, arms splayed out, hands like claws. SIDNEY PRESCOTT! Billy jumps backwards and rubs his eyes.
Sidney is no longer there. He catches his breath and realizes that he's not alone in the hallway after all. Nurses and doctors walk about him, going about their days. Billy sighs, the nerves over his daughter being so far away are getting the better of him. He carries on with his day.
INT. RILEY HOUSE – DINING ROOM – MORNING
DEWEY: Rise and shine! Breakfast is ready!
DEWEY RILEY is in his sheriff's uniform – however, a flowery pink apron is pinned over his shoulders as he piles two plates full of pancakes. Nicholette races downstairs and grabs a seat.
DEWEY: Morning! How do you like your eggs?
NICHOLETTE: Uncle Dewey, just toast is fine!
DEWEY: Are you kidding? First day of school, you gotta eat hardy! Now where is that son of mine?
14 year-old DWIGHT JUNIOR (aka DJ) enters, backpack already slung over his shoulder, playing a fighting game on his Iphone.
DJ: No time for breakfast, Dad, gotta meet the guys! Cinema Club sign ups -.
Dewey puts his hands on his hips, holding a wooden spoon at his side.
DEWEY: You are not setting foot outside of this house without eating something more than toast!
DJ: Okay, Mom.
DEWEY: (waving the spoon) Don't take that tone with me! Now your Mother used to let you eat whatever you wanted, but -.
DJ: I know – she was the cool parent!
DEWEY: Well as long as she's away on business, I'm Mommy now! Now eat!
DJ sighs as he sits down next to Nicholette, engrossed in his video game. Dewey grabs the phone away from him.
DEWEY: And put that away!
DJ shoots him a glare and glowers behind his stack of pancakes.
DEWEY: I swear, you are the most self-willed boy – you get that from your Mother.
DJ makes a face, mocking Dewey. Nicholette tries to not laugh, but snorts into her orange juice.
DEWEY: Now eat, eat! The bus is almost here and I gotta get on duty!
The kids shovel as many pancakes into their mouths as possible and grab their school bags, heading for the door.
NICHOLETTE: (over her shoulder) Thanks for breakfast, Uncle Dewey!
DEWEY: You kids have a good day now. And DJ – make sure your cousin acclimates well!
DJ rolls his eyes, but motions for Nicholette to follow him. Dewey smiles as they leave. HIS RADIO GOES OFF! Dewey scrabbles with it.
DEWEY: (answering) Yes?
DEPUTY PERKINS: Sheriff – it's bad! Real bad!
DEWEY: What is it?
PERKINS: The old Weary house …
The soundtrack thuds. A look of horror crosses Dewey's face. He knows where this is headed.
DEWEY: I'll be right there.
He holsters his gun and races out of the house – completely forgetting he's still wearing his flowery apron.
EXT. ROBERTS HOUSE – MORNING
An establishing shot of Jill's house. A nice suburban home. A black van pulls up – KIRBY REED is at the steering wheel. She honks her horn.
INT. JILL'S BEDROOM – MORNING
Jill is pacing around her bedroom, phone to her ear. She's talking to Charlie.
JILL: She's here now.
CHARLIE: Are you sure you still want to go through with everything?
JILL: Of course I'm sure. We're in too deep as it is.
CHARLIE: What about this other guy?
JILL: We'll deal with him if he turns up. Now you remember – call me from Hoss' phone, okay. Do not – I repeat – do not forget to use the Ghostface app. Don't need you forgetting and speaking with your real voice.
CHARLIE: I got this, chill!
JILL: You'd better remember your lines!
She hangs up as Kirby's horn blares louder!
JILL: Showtime!
INT. KIRBY'S CAR – MORNING
Jill approaches Kirby's car and joins her in the passenger seat. Kirby has a wry grin on her face.
KIRBY: Okay – don't get upset. Trevor called me last night.
JILL: Why is he calling you?
KIRBY: He knows I have your ear and he wants to work it out. (looks at the house next door) Where's Olivia?
Kirby honks again. OLIVIA MORRIS approaches the car from her house. Jill turns to Kirby, trying to keep her temper down.
JILL: What did Trevor have to say?
KIRBY: He was fishing. He wants to know how upset you are.
JILL: (as Olivia enters the car) Okay, let's not talk about this now.
OLIVIA: (grinning as she sits in the back) So Trevor called me last night.
JILL: (spinning around) You too?!
Kirby puts the car in gear and they're off. She puts on the music – Lady Gaga's Telephone is playing. Jill's phone goes off. She knows who this is. She plays dumb. But she notices something – the phone call is not coming from Hoss' phone … it's coming from Jess Doyle's.
JILL: Why is Jess Doyle calling me?
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INT. CHARLIE'S ROOM – MORNING
Charlie is pacing, holding Hoss' phone to his ear, the voice app on his phone activated. The fingers on his free hand open and close as he works through his anxieties.
And we intercut between both Kirby's car and Charlie.
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KIRBY: Put her on speaker.
JILL: (answering) Hello?
There's nothing but silence. Silence … well, except for the garbled static sounds coming from the other end. The two girls are confused, but none more so than Jill. Welp, looks like Charlie screwed that up.
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Charlie is looking at his phone in confusion. He tries redialing.
CHARLIE: Hello?
No response. It's almost as though his phone call is being blocked.
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Jill hangs up and places her phone back on her lap. She's pissed. First their opening kill was ruined and now this.
Her phone rings again! She looks down – Hoss' phone number. She eyes it quizzically. She answers as Kirby eyes the CALLER-ID from the driver's seat.
KIRBY: Deputy Hoss? Oh shit, what'd you do?
JILL: Uh – nothing. (she answers) Hello?
GHOSTFACE: Good morning Jill. Sleep well?
Kirby laughs.
KIRBY: Ah, Ghostface – original.
OLIVIA: (confused) Why would the deputy call you like Ghostface?
GHOSTFACE: Your friend is smarter than she looks. More than just a dumb bimbo with big tits. I just wanted to say hello and remind you – I'M STILL OUT HERE!
The line goes dead. Jill stares down at the phone. That wasn't Charlie. This other killer is messing with her now. She's pissed. She hides it.
Kirby, on the other hand, well, she thinks she's got it all figured out.
KIRBY: It's because of Nicholette Loomis returning to Woodsboro. People are going nuts. Wouldn't it be wild if she came back and there was another massacre?
JILL: (containing her fury) Yeah … wild …