INT. ROBERTS HOUSE – SPARE BEDROOM – NIGHT
Nicholette is lying on a bed in the guest bedroom. She's playing on her phone when there's a knock on the door. Kate appears.
KATE: Can I get you anything before you tuck in?
NICHOLETTE: No thanks, Kate. And … thanks again for letting me crash here.
KATE: Oh, it's no problem. Your Dad was very close to me once … before all that business with Sidney.
There's an awkward silence.
NICHOLETTE: You don't … you don't blame my Dad …?
KATE: Oh no, of course not! No, Sidney made her decisions as we all did – as I told him once, last time he was here. During the Ned Luddvick murders.
NICHOLETTE: … my grandpa … Kate, can I ask you a question?
KATE: Anything, dear. I'm an open book.
NICHOLETTE: Do you believe in generational curses?
KATE: How do you mean?
NICHOLETTE: That history repeats itself … that horrible things that happen to one's parents can happen again to you?
KATE: No. No I believe we are all free to choose our own destiny. Olivia was an isolated incident – tragic, but isolated. You don't know what it was like thirteen years ago … when your grandfather rampaged across town. Millions of people nationwide heard his message that night. Many people donned that awful costume, inspired by him. (Beat) This was a maniac who had it in for Olivia … Dewey will catch him. And it'll be over before you know it.
Nicholette nods as Kate turns, closing the door. NICHOLETTE's phone beeps. She looks down – Facebook. A friend request? She opens it – it's TEDDY. Her chest flutters, but she smiles all the same. She hits accept.
INT. JILL'S ROOM – NIGHT
Jill is pacing back and forth, on the phone with Charlie.
JILL: I can't believe you let him snatch up Olivia right under your nose! That was our kill Charlie!
CHARLIE: Relax, will you?! We'll think of something! Besides, like you said – he's doing the dirty work for us.
JILL: Except this time we don't have any freaking footage!
CHARLIE: Relax. They already caught him. Craig, the weird Freddy Vs. Jason fan.
JILL: If you think Craig is the killer, you're even dumber than I thought you were.
CHARLIE: Gee, thanks …
JILL: You watch – he'll be back in school tomorrow, a free man.
CHARLIE: Then if you're so smart, who do you think it is?
JILL: I don't know! I prepared for our spree by studying remakes, not versus flicks! We just have to up the ante … he wants a versus movie, he's got one! Our next move has to be big, Charlie. Huge. Bloodshed on a scale not yet seen.
CHARLIE: Then I'll leave the planning to you, Miss Genius.
There's a knock at her window. Jill turns – TREVOR is on her ledge, knocking on her window.
JILL: Charlie I gotta go, Trevor's here!
CHARLIE: Oh, so now you're throwing me away for him. Okay, thanks Jill. Got the message loud and clear.
JILL: Charlie – it's not like that -.
CHARLIE: Maybe I'll just give Kirby a visit, let slip how I feel about her …
JILL: Not now, Charlie! I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?! … I love you …
CHARLIE: Yeah … sure you do …
He hangs up. Jill rolls her eyes in frustration, before flinging her bedroom window open, allowing Trevor in.
TREVOR: You know – it occurred to me that I never snuck through your bedroom window before.
JILLY: How perfectly Billy Loomis of you.
TREVOR: Exactly. I mean, he was the big hero – saved Tatum, got the girl …
JILL: Is there a point -.
TREVOR: I want to prove to you that I'm a changed man.
JILL: You can't. Bye now.
TREVOR: Wait, just hear me out -.
JILL: I've heard all your bullshit before. Out Trevor.
TREVOR: C'mon. Look, I'm sorry about Olivia. She was never really my favorite person, but she didn't deserve to die like that.
JILL: Thank you for your concern. Now leave.
TREVOR: What do I have to do to prove to you I'm sorry?!
JILL: Oh, I believe you're sorry. I just have a hard time believing that if another big-chested blonde flaunted her way over to you, you would say no. You're not exactly trustworthy, Trevor.
TREVOR: I know! I want to regain that trust.
JILL: No thanks. I've moved on to bigger and better things.
Trevor bites his lip. He reaches into his pocket and produces something.
TREVOR: I want you to have this …
JILL: Trevor -.
TREVOR: Please … it belonged to my grandmother. It was a promise ring, given to her by my grandfather. That he would always be faithful, always loyal. He kept that promise for his entire life and I … well, I want to make that same promise to you. Please Jill … I know I messed up! I know I was a crappy boyfriend and a crappy person and I really want to change! I know what I want now and what I want is to spend the rest of my life making it up to you!
JILL: And what crappy romance movie did you rip that line off from?
TREVOR: I'm speaking from the heart, Jill.
JILL: Get out of my room, Trevor.
Trevor nods, his face accepting her decision.
TREVOR: Okay. Okay, I can respect that. It's fine.
He pauses, before placing the ring on her vanity.
TREVOR: But I still want you to have it all the same. Bye Jill.
He turns –
JILL: Trevor –
He stops. Jill sighs, before she walks up to him and kisses him on the cheek. His eyes brighten.
JILL: It doesn't mean I forgive you … but … maybe if you proved to me you really have changed … that this whole "new leaf" thing isn't just an act to get into my pants … maybe we can talk …
TREVOR: (smiling) Thanks Jill … I promise, this is for real.
He ducks out of her window and nearly falls off. She laughs. She watches him walk off down the street, a new spring in his step. She bites her lip and looks down at the ring. She turns, grabbing her scrapbook under her bed. She turns the page, staring down at the old picture of herself being held by Trevor.
She then flips to the back of the book – a leaf of paper falls out – her KILL list. Trevor's name is at the very top. She hesitates, then writes a note next to his name:
"Maybe."
EXT. MANOR HOUSE – NIGHT
Gale exits Lester's car. His house truly lives up to his name – it's a mansion, with an arced driveway complete with a fountain.
GALE: Boy, they weren't kidding when they said you were living it big.
LESTER: Well, being a successful producer does have its perks. C'mon, I'll show you inside.
GALE: You know I can't stay long. Once the rental place sends over a rental car, I gotta go.
LESTER: Of course, but I already texted Rebecca to tell her you're coming, she's so excited, she made drinks and everything!
GALE: Well … if she made drinks …
He leads her into the house.
INT. MANOR HOUSE – NIGHT
Lester leads Gale into a drawing room.
LESTER: Rebecca! We're here!
In comes Lester's wife and publicist – REBECCA WATERS. She places a tray of drinks on a table and kisses her husband.
REBECCA: I didn't hear you come in!
LESTER: Rebecca, I want to introduce you to -.
REBECCA: Gale Weathers! Let me just say – it's such an honor – I'm a huge fan!
LESTER: Your number one fan.
REBECCA: As long as I'm not an onlyfan.
She laughs at her own corny joke.
Gale, however, is completely offput. Rebecca seems bubbly and cheerful – perfectly normal. Except for the fact that she so happens to be wearing the exact same outfit Gale is currently wearing. And has her hair done in the exact same style …
GALE: Does being my Number One Fan include dressing like me?
REBECCA: Oh, this old thing? (she laughs) I modeled my entire wardrobe after you.
Gale's eyes dart to Lester.
GALE: I'm sorry – let me get this straight. Lester – you married a woman that dresses like me, looks like me, is a publicist and -.
LESTER: Well when you put it that way, it makes it sound kinda creepy.
GALE: Yeah, ya' think? I'm getting some serious Vertigo vibes here.
REBECCA: (waving her off) In any event, why don't we have a drink? A toast, maybe – to your new show.
She presses a glass into Gale's hand, before giving one to Lester and one for herself. Gale glares down at the drink.
LESTER: (toasting) To Gale Weathers.
He and Rebecca down their drink in one gulp. Gale hesitates.
REBECCA: Is something wrong, Gale?
GALE: Uh … you know … my doctor said I'm not supposed to have alcohol, so …
REBECCA: Oh, one little drink won't hurt.
LESTER: Besides, I made a toast. It's bad luck if you don't drink to a toast.
GALE: Well, the toast was about me and I'm not really worthy of a toast so …
LESTER: (becoming serious) I think you should drink the toast, Gale.
Gale's free hand goes into her purse at her side, feeling around for pepper spray.
GALE: You know, I think that -.
LESTER: (threatening) Drink the toast, Gale.
The soundtrack is rising. Lester is no longer smiling and Rebecca has a frown.
GALE: Well … a toast is a toast …
SHE HURLS THE GLASS AT LESTER, TURNING AND RUNNING FOR THE DRAWING ROOM DOOR! She wrenches the door open -.
REBECCA GRABS HER FROM BEHIND! They struggle.
GALE: Let go of me you psycho bitch!
REBECCA: Oh no – you're staying with us! The real life Gale Weathers in my house – forever!
Lester disappears around a corner – when he returns, he's holding A STUN GUN!
LESTER: Really … this is no way to treat your hosts, Gale. I'm sorry, I didn't want to do this, but you forced me to. It's time to punish you!
Gale whips out her pepper spray and blasts Rebecca full-force in the eyes. Rebecca screams, letting her go. Gale books it to the doors. She's almost down the front steps –
Lester appears in the front door. He raises the stun gun – it SHOOTS OUT, striking Gale in the side. Gale goes limp, her body twitching on the ground. Lester and Rebecca slowly descend the steps outside, Lester lowering the gun. He sighs as he stares down at Gale. She's paralyzed – can only move her eyes.
LESTER: Why did you make me do that, Gale?
She can't respond, can't move.
LESTER: Well, it's better this way. Now … now you can never leave me again.
He snaps his fingers – Rebecca grabs Gale from under the arms, dragging her back up the outside steps, back inside the mansion. Lester lights a cigarette, takes a few drags, before crushing the bud under his foot. He follows Rebecca and Gale back inside. He stands in the doorway for a moment and pauses … then, with a great heave, the mansion doors are closed.
AND WE FADE OUT