EXT. PICKUP TRUCK – NIGHT
DJ sits next to the driver, Marnie and Jenny squished in the back seat. DJ has a phone to his ear. No response.
DJ: Fuck! I can't even dial 9-11. It's like someone's blocking our calls out!
NICHOLETTE: Well then what's our next move?
MARNIE: Do we go directly to the police?
NICHOLETTE: What about Jill and Charlie? Shouldn't we try to warn some of their next victims?
DJ: But we don't know who they're after!
(Beat)
MARNIE: (realizing) Jenny …
DJ spins around.
DJ: (realizing too) Shit … of course! Jenny is this generation's Casey Becker! Jill holds it against her that she stole Trevor! And the other killers will try to snatch her up before Jill can get there! She's next …
NICHOLETTE: I still say we go to the police.
DJ: So that by the time we get there, Jenny's been gutted? We gotta warn her! (to the driver) Step on it!
INT. ROBERT'S HOUSE – NIGHT
Dewey stands in Jill's entry foyer, nauseated. He has a phone to his ear. The call drops. He looks terrified. He turns to Hoss and Perkins who are taking pictures of Kate and Trevor's bodies.
DEWEY: Neither Nicholette nor DJ are picking up … it's like somehow all our calls are getting bounced around!
HOSS: You think it's because of the storm? There was a pretty nasty lightning strike, took out a generator two towns over.
DEWEY: Maybe.
Dewey paces, sweat beating down his face.
DEWEY: I can't stay and do nothing. I'm going out on patrol. Maybe I can track them down on vehicle. You and Perkins – I want you watching this place, in case DJ and Nicholette come back. If they come here – get them to the PD. Immediately.
HOSS: Yes, sir.
EXT. ROBERTS' HOUSE – NIGHT
Dewey races down the stairs of the house. A CAB pulls up – BILLY emerges, hair askew, clothing dripping wet.
DEWEY: Billy – what the hell are you doing here?
BILLY: (running up) Where is she?
DEWEY: Billy, I need you to remain calm –
BILLY: No, screw that – where is my daughter?
DEWEY: Billy, we have all departments on alert –
BILLY: Which means you don't know.
DEWEY: I'm going out on patrol.
BILLY: Then I'm coming with you.
DEWEY: Billy -.
BILLY: It's my daughter, Dewey! And your son!
DEWEY: You think I don't know that?!
BILLY: Sometimes I wonder with the way you and Gale treat him –
DEWEY: That's not fair.
BILLY: No, you know what's not fair Dewey? It's not fair that I trusted you with my daughter and now she's missing with a killer on the loose – all on your beat! It's not fair that I had to leave my wife in cancer remission to fly out here to haul her back to New York! And it's not fair -.
DEWEY: I get it. Okay. I screwed up. But we can talk about that later – right now, we're finding our kids.
Dewey heads for his car and opens the door. He turns.
DEWEY: You coming?
Billy stares ahead, before joining Dewey in the passenger seat.
DEWEY: Just like old times …
The sires blare as Dewey's patrol car takes off.
EXT. STAB-A-THON FARM – NIGHT
The rain has finally come to an end. Charlie and Kirby are walking together, not caring that they're soaked, laughing.
KIRBY: You know, it may be the liquor talking, but you're actually kinda cute in this pale moonlight.
CHARLIE: After all this rain, I look like a drowned rat!
KIRBY: A cute drowned rat.
They laugh, she slaps his arm jokingly. Her hand travels down his wrist into his hand.
KIRBY: I can't believe it took four years of high school for us to notice each other.
CHARLIE: What do you mean? I've always noticed you …
KIRBY: Well, better late than never …
They lean in, their lips part -.
CHARLIE'S PHONE GOES OFF. Kirby regains her bearings, trying to play the almost-kiss off as her trying to pick lint off Charlie's shoulder. Charlie looks down at his phone.
CHARLIE: I have to take this – meet you back inside? Maybe catch the ending of Stab 5 … maybe go for a drive together after …?
KIRBY: Sounds fun … I'll meet you inside.
She turns and heads back for the barn while Charlie answers.
CHARLIE: You saw what I can do, you impressed?
GHOSTFACE: Nice work … I took the liberty of moving the body, however.
CHARLIE: What do you mean?
GHOSTFACE: You'll see in a minute. Meet me at the safehouse. It's time for the grand finale.
CHARLIE: Give me a half hour -.
GHOSTFACE: 20 minutes.
CHARLIE: And what about our other agreement – Kirby -.
GHOSTFACE: I could care less about her. Make sure she gets out of the way and stays there … if she crosses my path, if she interferes at all tonight -.
CHARLIE: That won't happen.
GHOSTFACE: See that it doesn't! (Beat) See you soon … new partner …
Charlie hangs up, turning back to the Stab-A-Thon barn.
CUT TO:
INT. BARN – NIGHT
Kirby reenters Stab-A-Thon. She grabs another drink, laughing as a guy in a ghost mask chases a high school girl. Stab 5 is playing onscreen – Ghostface is entering a time machine. Kirby shakes her head.
KIRBY: Worst … plot twist … ever …
She sips her beer – the movie stops playing. People yell and throw food at the screen.
ROBBIE'S GUTTED CORPSE DROPS FROM ABOVE, HANGING BY HIS INTESTINES!
The partygoers laugh, even Kirby smirks.
KIRBY: Nice one guys …
She squints her eyes … wait a minute … this seems a little too … real. Her hand goes to her mouth.
KIRBY: Oh my God!
A knife RIPS down the screen and Ghostface BURSTS through, his robe tattered and torn, his mask scorched and cracked. He grabs a random teen – KNIFES her in the chest, tossing her body to the ground.
The partygoers scream, racing out drunkenly in all directions. Ghostface turns his head – he stares directly into Kirby's eyes – she stares back, entranced.
Charlie grabs Kirby's hand, running with her.
CHARLIE: We gotta get outta here!
KIRBY: Charlie?
He leads her to the parking lot amidst the fleeing teenagers. She fumbles with her keys. She drops them.
CHARLIE: Shit, you're drunk, you can't drive …
KIRBY: I'm not drunk, Charlie –
CHARLIE: Yes you are! (runs a hand through his hair) Okay, give me your keys, I'll drive.
KIRBY: Fine.
She hands the keys over and Charlie guides her into the passenger seat of her van. He looks up – Ghostface emerges from the barn. He stares at Charlie. Charlie nods, before clicking Kirby's seatbelt in.
INT. DEWEY'S CAR – NIGHT
A radio blares on in Dewey's car.
RADIO: Repeat, incident at the Miller's Barn, two teens dead, multiple injuries.
Billy and Dewey turn to each other.
DEWEY: Looks like he made his move.
Dewey steps on the gas, accelerating down the street.
EXT. ROBERTS' HOUSE – NIGHT
Hoss and Perkins are doing their rounds. They walk together around the side of the house.
PERKINS: Man, I don't like this, I don't like this one bit …
HOSS: Wouldn't it be nuts if – after all this – the Roberts girl turned out to be the killer?
PERKINS: What? That little girl? You must be nuts.
HOSS: You're forgetting Sidney Prescott. 90 pounds yet took down two fully trained cops while they were transporting Cotton Weary.
PERKINS: Stop it, man, you're scaring me. I'd be the first to go to. The black man always dies in horror movies. Samuel L. Jackson, Deep Blue Sea. And they usually kill him in humiliating ways man, like when he's on the crapper or something.
HOSS: Night of the Living Dead, Perkins.
PERKINS: I guess there's Blacula too … Not to implicate myself or anything.
Hoss holds his hand out –
HOSS: Stop.
PERKINS: What?
HOSS: I saw something.
PERKINS: Shit man, what –
HOSS: A figure in black -.
PERKINS: Why you gotta do that man, I'm too handsome to die.
HOSS: Are you a cop or not?
PERKINS: I have an audition on Tuesday. The studio liked my headshot.
HOSS: Never mind that, go around the side.
The two split up –
Hoss goes around the side, flashlight aimed. Nothing. He circles back – BANGS INTO SOMEONE! It's Perkins!
PERKINS: You almost gave me a heart attack man!
A CAR ENGINE REVS! They look at each other, then book if for the front lawn. They race around the side to see their squad car – GHOSTFACE at the wheel. They draw their guns.
PERKINS: Stop or we'll shoot!
Ghostface flips them off as he revs the accelerator. The car zooms off down the street, sirens blaring. Hoss and Perkins open fire, completely emptying their clips. They miss every shot.
HOSS: We really shouldn'ta goofed off that day in academy.