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INT. SQUAD CAR – NIGHT
Ghostface unmasks – Jill. She tosses her ghost mask onto the passenger seat, speeding. Her cell phone goes off. Incoming call – this time from Trevor's phone number. She knows what's up.
JILL: You fucked up! I'm coming for you, and I'm coming hard!
GHOSTFACE: I was counting on it.
JILL: You wanted a final showdown, you got it! I hope you're prepared for the consequences.
GHOSTFACE: I knew what I was getting into. But we need a fitting arena …
JILL: Name it.
GHOSTFACE: The junkyard, outside of town. A fitting battlefield.
JILL: You're on! I'll gut you and I'll hang you from the highest spire in town! Everyone's going to see you're mutilated, dismembered corpse! The only thing anyone will ever remember about you – will be how you died!
GHOSTFACE: You're sick, Jill. Twisted. If only we had combined forces, there's no telling what we could have accomplished.
JILL: You ruined any chance of that when you killed Trevor and my Mother!
GHOSTFACE: But you were going to kill them too … you're going soft. And does your partner know your heart is no longer in it?
JILL: I don't give a fuck about Charlie anymore! All I care about now – is stabbing down right into your ugly, rotten face!
GHOSTFACE: Then do it. Come – show me what you're made of!
The line goes dead. Jill speeds up, lips pursed, her mind bent only on revenge.
EXT. KIRBY'S HOUSE – NIGHT
Charlie pulls Kirby's van up to her house. Charlie guides her to the front door. She lingers … Charlie's getting antsy. He's gotta go.
KIRBY: Well …?
CHARLIE: Yeah …?
KIRBY: Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?
CHARLIE: (Beat) You're drunk. As much as I want to … I can't take advantage of a drunk girl. And then tomorrow, you'll sober up, forget I exist again …
KIRBY: Fine. I'll wear the pants.
She grabs his shirt, leans in and kisses him. His eyes widen. She leans back, smiling.
KIRBY: And for the record – I hold my liquor very well.
CHARLIE: You mean –
KIRBY: Not drunk in the slightest. It's all real Charlie. Tomorrow – we'll pick up where we left off.
Charlie smiles, overwhelmed and unable to believe it.
CHARLIE: I'll call you tomorrow – but first, I really gotta go –
He turns, racing back down the driveway. He enters the driver's seat of her van, key still in his hand. He turns on the ignition and spares a final glance at Kirby. She smiles at him, blowing him a kiss. Charlie smiles before he speeds off.
Kirby's smile falters.
KIRBY: Wait – he took my van!
EXT. JENNY'S HOUSE – NIGHT
The truck driver pulls his pick-up truck up to Jenny's house. Nicholette, Marnie and DJ exit and wave. The driver takes off. They ring the doorbell and wait. Jenny appears in the doorway, clearly confused, holding a glass of milk.
JENNY: Hey … guys … what are you all … holy shit, you look you've been through hell! Are you okay?
MARNIE: We're fine – we came to check on you.
JENNY: Marnie you're bleeding from the lip –
MARNIE: (grabbing Jenny's shoulders) Jill is the killer.
JENNY: I know – Trevor told me! I tried to call the police but the calls keep dropping. (Beat) How did you all get like this?
DJ: Long story, can we come in?
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INT. JENNY'S KITCHEN – NIGHT
DJ sighs as Jenny places a thick cut of raw beef on his eye.
DJ: Ah, that hits the spot.
NICHOLETTE: We need to get to the Woodsboro PD.
JENNY: I was just gonna go. Would've left in my mom's van sooner, but it's not easy with Steve.
They turn – Steve is in the living room in his wheelchair, mouth slack, watching A Very Brady Sequel.
JENNY: I was just about to try getting him into the car before you all showed up.
She turns, pouring herself another glass of milk. Nicholette and Marnie are dabbing blood off each other's faces.
JENNY: I just can't believe Jill would –
MARNIE: You can't?! How often have I warned you?! Even when you were trying to get with Trevor, I warned you it was a bad idea! Well, I hate to say I told you so –
JENNY: Please don't.
MARNIE: But these chickens have come home to roost.
NICHOLETTE: But Teddy and Lyle -.
JENNY: Oh no, don't tell me –
MARNIE: Yup. Teddy and Lyle. Both dead.
Jenny stares down at her milk. Her eyes well up.
JENNY: I was just talking to them today. We just saw each other at Cinema Club.
MARNIE: It's wild, but we can't focus on that right now!
JENNY: I can't imagine … just walking in and seeing Lyle decapitated.
MARNIE: (beat) Wait - I never told you he was decapitated.
Marnie shoots Nicholette and DJ a concerned look. Jenny sighs.
JENNY: Well shit – you always were too smart for your own good, Marnie.
JENNY SMASHES HER GLASS OF MILK AND SLASHES MARNIE'S THROAT OPEN. Nicholette and DJ spring to their feet, backing away. Marnie gurgles, fingers going to her throat, blood flowing from between her fingers.
JENNY: Sorry, Marnie. Can't have you ruining things. You were right about so much though. Not to fuck with Jill Roberts, not to steal her boyfriend. But you know something – rage is a hell of a drug. No, not about Trevor … but Steve … she ruined his life that night, Marnie. Ruined mine too. My life now revolves around catering to Steve, tending to his every need. All because of Jill. But old grievances are about to be rectified. Now you, you're just a dumb blonde who thinks she has all the angles figured out, don't you? You know what I hate more than Jill Roberts – know-it-alls!
She THRUSTS the shard of glass straight into Marnie's forehead. Marnie slides down against the wall, a trail of blood running down the wood. Jenny turns …
JENNY: And you two –
Nicholette and DJ are already running, heading for the front door. Jenny lingers behind.
JENNY: (almost bored) Oh no, stop, don't -.
The two reach the front door – they open it – CHARLIE GRABS THEM, SHOVING THEM BACK INTO THE HOUSE, HOLDING THEM AT KNIFEPOINT.
Jenny comes up behind them.
DJ: Wait – I thought Charlie was working with Jill?
JENNY: Jill has a tendency to piss off the wrong people, even her own closest friends.
NICHOLETTE: Please – we're innocent! We had nothing to do with Jill's -.
JENNY: Nothing to do with Jill? Befriending her over me? I think that qualifies for a gutting!
CHARLIE: Should we do it now?
JENNY: No – not yet.
Jenny points a gun at them.
JENNY: We're gonna go for a little ride first …
DJ: Wait – how? How have you been blocking our calls, bouncing everyone's CALLER-ID off each other?
JENNY: Ah, well I guess it's time for the reveal of Accomplice #2!
STEVE WHEELS INTO THE KITCHEN, HIS MOUTH STILL SLACK, BUT HE TYPES AWAY FURIOUSLY ON HIS COMPUTER. AND WHEN HE TYPES, THE COMPUTER SPEAKS – IN GHOSTFACE'S VOICE!
STEVE: (Computer/Ghostface Voice) Surprise DJ.
JENNY: Being paralyzed really forced poor Steve to use his brain more. Took computer classes, learned how to hack software –
DJ: You can't hack I-phones!
Jenny SMACKS him across the head with her gun.
JENNY: That was a stupid thing to say, DJ! Anything with an internet connection can be hacked. But enough talk – Steve, hold down the fort. Keep the cops guessing. (grabbing Nicholette by the hair as Charlie grabs DJ) And as for you two – come on – we're going for a little ride!