INT. DARK ROOM – NIGHT
Gale slowly awakens. She tries to pull herself to her feet. She can't – something's holding her arm back. A CHAIN! She has flashbacks to her imprisonment at the theme park in San Martin Inlet. She struggles with all her might.
A light flickers on … Rebecca is standing there. Gale looks around at the room bathed in the dull light. A dungeon – hidden room. She looks up at Rebecca.
GALE: What the fuck?
REBECCA: You shouldn't have resisted … he doesn't like when they resist …
GALE: You wanna explain to me what the HELL is going on?!
REBECCA: Isn't it obvious? He still loves you, Gale.
GALE: Bullshit.
REBECCA: Why do you think he married me? A publicist, I work on television, started my career as a journalist – heck, I even look like you …
GALE: (realizing) You were a replacement for me …
REBECCA: But a substitute will only work for so long … you could be so happy here, Gale …
GALE: You … you want me to stay … for your husband?
REBECCA: For me too … like I said, I'm your #1 fan.
She turns, preparing to leave through the dungeon door.
REBECCA: Think about it, Gale. A life of luxury, a handsome husband, your own television show …
GALE: What about Dewey?
REBECCA: He'll get over it.
GALE: Don't count on it …
REBECCA: Well, you'll have all day to make a decision.
GALE: And if I say no?
REBECCA: You're free to make that choice … but not free from the consequences …
Rebecca motions with her hand. Gale turns – there's a SKELETON in nice clothing chained to the wall. Gale starts freaking out.
REBECCA: We'll be checking on you later …
INT. HOSPITAL – AFTERNOON
Billy enters Tatum's room holding a tray. She's sleeping. He sits down, peeling an orange. The TV in the corner is playing. Billy sits there, popping an orange slice pop into his mouth, watching the news reporter.
REPORTER: And the sudden tropical depression will certainly cause delays. Flights to and from California are likely to be disrupted by the storm.
Billy snorts. The TV switches to a news anchor.
ANCHOR: And in other news, two more high school students in Woodsboro are dead. This leaves a total count of four teen murders within two days.
Billy's head shoots up. He stands, moving closer to the television. An image from the cover of the Stab series is on the tv as the reporter talks.
ANCHOR: The killer seems to be taking his inspiration from the Stab series, which in turn took its inspiration from real life events. Older viewers may remember the Sidney Prescott and Cotton Weary murders from close to two decades ago, to be followed up by the San Martin Inlet Massacre and the subsequent prisonbreak orchestrated by Ned Luddvick. Is a new copycat on the loose? Stay tuned.
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INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY – AFTERNOON
Billy is PISSED. He's pacing in the hallway, cell phone to his ear.
BILLY: C'mon, c'mon …
Nicholette's voicemail plays.
BILLY: Honey, it's Daddy. Give me a call back right away! Thanks!
He ends the call, dialing someone else. Dewey's voice comes in from the other side.
DEWEY: H-hey Billy …
BILLY: Don't give me that crap, Dewey. When were you gonna tell me?
DEWEY: Look, we didn't want to upset Tatum, she's going through a tough time and -.
BILLY: Is Nicholette in any danger?
DEWEY: Right now, we don't have any cause -.
BILLY: Bullshit. She comes back to Woodsboro and a ghost masked killer just happens to start up a spree after over a decade?
DEWEY: Billy, you need to –
BILLY: Do not tell me to calm down! (Beat) I'm coming to Woodsboro.
DEWEY: From New York?
BILLY: I'm getting on the next plane, I'm getting my daughter, and I am getting her out of that Murder Town!
DEWEY: And what about Tatum?
BILLY: Dewey -.
DEWEY: You're really going to leave her alone while she's in remission? She needs you too, Billy.
BILLY: Nicholette - .
DEWEY: Nicholette is under constant supervision. Tatum – if the treatments don't work, if she slips away, do you really want her to be alone?
Billy curses and tosses his phone aside. He slides down onto the floor, back against the wall, head between his knees.
INT. TATUM'S ROOM – AFTERNOON
Billy enters Tatum's room. She appears to be fast asleep. Billy stares up at the tv which is still reporting on the killings. He sees the Ghostface mask on the screen, and his eyes narrow …
TATUM: (weakly) She needs you …
BILLY: (whirling around) Tatum -.
TATUM: You have to get to her.
BILLY: But your treatments -.
TATUM: You don't give me enough credit. Sidney and Cotton couldn't kill me. Bryson and Desirae screwed the pooch. And my Daddy Dearest Neddy couldn't do me in either. So don't think cancer has a chance! I'm a survivor Billy, it's what I do, I survive! And you – right now, you need to be where you're needed most. And where you're needed most is with our daughter.
Billy's hand finds Tatum's. Their fingers intertwine.
BILLY: I can't lose you …
TATUM: You won't. I kicked all the killers' asses and I'm going to kick cancer's ass. But right now, our little girl needs her Daddy. You helped me, Billy. Three times you faced these killers. And you're about to do it a fourth time. And when you face him – give him a punch from me and tell him Tatum motherfucking Riley-Loomis says hello!
Billy stares down at her.
BILLY: I love you so much …
He leans in – their lips meet.
TATUM: I'll be okay, Billy. I promise …
Billy nods, staring at her.
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Billy exits the hospital room, fists clenched, determination on his face, as he marches down the hallway.