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EXT. STAB-A-THON BARN – NIGHT
The cops are all over the place. Dewey and Billy stand there, staring at the mayhem. Several teens bodies lie on gurneys, in body bags. Billy watches sadly as Robbie's is zipped up.
BILLY: More teens …
DEWEY: Our kids aren't here – which is a good sign.
Billy stares ahead. He sees an old tanning shed.
BILLY: I'll be right back!
DEWEY: This is now an official crime scene – you can't wander –
Billy glares back at him.
DEWEY: Okay, be careful.
We follow Billy up towards the tanning shed. He sees a trail of blood from where the killer had dragged Robbie. He enters the shed –
INT. TANNING SHED – NIGHT
Billy enters the shed, sees blood and guts everywhere, jammed in on the corn thresher, a bloody scythe tossed aside. He winces.
UP ABOVE, ON THE MEZZANINE, HE HEARS A THUD!
His head shoots up. He squints his eyes. He reaches behind his back – A GUN! Billy slowly climbs the ladder up.
He reaches the top – nothing. He sighs.
GHOSTFACE APPEARS BELOW, GRABBING THE LADDER OUT FROM UNDER HIM! Billy plummets, hitting his head. He stares up, his vision swimming – GHOSTFACE appears over him, cocking his head. Blood dribbles out of Billy's mouth and his vision swims. Ghostface kneels down as he blacks out.
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EXT. STAB-A-THON – NIGHT
Dewey is getting anxious.
DEWEY: Billy!
He calls out. No response. Withdrawing his gun, he follows in Billy's wake, entering the tanning shed.
INT. SHED – NIGHT
Dewey stands there, gun aimed. The spot where Billy was lying – EMPTY. Billy and the killer – are GONE!
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EXT. JUNKYARD – NIGHT
Nicholette opens her eyes. She looks around – and we turn right-side up as we realize SHE IS HANGING UPSIDE DOWN. Chains are wrapped around her ankles as she's suspended 50 feet in the air from a crane. DJ groans, chained with her. And behind her – is another person, not conscious. She can't crane her head to get a good enough look to see who it is.
JENNY: Oh good, you're awake.
Nicholette looks down to see Jenny smiling up at her. Charlie sits, relaxed, at a control panel. And Nicholette's eyes widen as she realized – they are standing over an enormous woodchipper.
NICHOLETTE: What is this?
JENNY: Upping the ante for the final battle. Ghostface Vs. Ghostface.
NICHOLETTE: How does this prepare for the final battle–
DJ: (interrupting) Nicholette, you were getting close to Jill. Jenny killed Trevor, got Jill's Mom – now you.
NICHOLETTE: But – if Jill wanted me dead, why would she care -?
Below, Charlie has the answer.
CHARLIE: People change, Nicky. She got soft on me – I guess I have you to blame for that with your stupid mommy and daddy issues and your stupid insecurities. You wormed your way into her heart – and shoved me out!
JENNY: She'll be here soon. And what a finale it'll be. Charlie, is our other partner on his way?
CHARLIE: Just arrived. (looks at a phone – it's got a GPS) And right on cue – Jill.
JENNY: (looking up at the trio hanging) Be sure to enjoy the show. Come, Charlie. Let's let our new friends hang out.
The murderous duo walk towards an array of demolished vehicles, leaving DJ, Nicholette and the third person hanging.
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EXT. JUNKYARD – NIGHT
Jill doesn't even care. She smashes the police cruiser into a pile of other cars. She steps out, still in her Ghostface robe. She looks and sees Kirby's van parked nearby … her eyes narrow. She slides her Ghostface mask back over her head.
BEHIND HER, THE GHOSTFACE FROM THE TRAIN, THE ONE WHOSE ROBES ARE NOW TORN AND TATTERED, RISES.
Jill sees him in the rearview mirror. She rolls out of the way, Ghostface smashing the side mirror off the cruiser. Jill turns, knife out.
JILL: (speaking in Ghostface's voice) You want it – come get it asshole!
Ghostface cocks his head – he charges, bringing his knife down. Jill blocks it with hers, and the two stare at each other through the eyeholes of their masks, the two Ghostfaces beginning Round 1 of the finale.
Ghostface Vs. Ghostface.
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EXT. FAR SIDE OF THE JUNKYARD – NIGHT
DJ is squirming in his chains. Nicholette sighs.
NICHOLETTE: Would you stop, you might loosen the chains.
DJ: Yeah, that's kinda the point.
NICHOLETTE: NO! If we fall, we go right into that woodchipper!
DJ: Shit, you're right. So what's the plan?
NICHOLETTE: I don't know, I gotta think of one.
Behind her, the third person groans. He looks around – it's BILLY!
BILLY: Wha – where are we?
NICHOLETTE: (back to him, unable to see each other) Dad?
BILLY: Nicky?
NICHOLETTE: Wha- what are you doing here?
BILLY: Rescuing you.
DJ: (looking up at the chains) Good work Uncle Billy.
BILLY: That you, DJ? How're things?
DJ: Oh, you know, just hanging out.
NICHOLETTE: You came all this way from New York? What about Mom?
BILLY: Grandma Debbie's looking after her.
NICHOLETTE: But her treatments –
BILLY: Look, your Mom's a survivor! She can pull through anything. You on the other hand -.
NICHOLETTE: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad.
BILLY: It's true and you know it! You never had to go through what she and I went through! Three massacres! You're not prepared for this!
NICHOLETTE: Only because you never let me be prepared!
BILLY: Nicky -.
NICHOLETTE: My whole life you always sheltered me! At least Mom tried to teach me about some of the things that are out there! But you, you wouldn't have it! No horror movies, no friends over, no boys, no sleepovers with other girls -
BILLY: I was trying to protect you! To keep you alive!
NICHOLETTE: But it wasn't living!
There's silence. Billy opens his mouth.
NICHOLETTE: Look, I understand Dad, and I appreciate everything you've done for me. I know you were only trying to protect me. But even after all that, here we are! It happened any way!
BILLY: I didn't want it to –
NICHOLETTE: I know. But sheltering me, keeping me stuffed up in my room isn't protecting someone, it's leaving them unprepared.
BILLY: I didn't want to lose you -.
NICHOLETTE: You won't. But sooner or later … you're going to have to let go, Dad.
BILLY: You're my little girl. From the day I took you home, so small and helpless in my arms, I promised myself I would always be there for you. I would always keep you safe … that I would always love you.
NICHOLETTE: Then you succeeded.
BILLY: What?
NICHOLETTE: I don't know of a father who ever loved his daughter more.
DJ: I can think of a few –
NICHOLETTE: Not now, DJ! Dad, you vowed to always love me, and you succeeded. Love isn't always about just protecting someone. Love is doing what's in someone's best interests, letting that person grow, letting go of the child so they can take that first step. You succeeded, Daddy. I won't go anywhere, I promise you. No matter how big I get, how many boyfriends I have, how many children of my own – I'll always be your little girl.
Billy's lip trembles. Then his brow furrows. He begins swinging himself upwards.
NICHOLETTE: Dad – what are you doing?
BILLY: You're right. I haven't let you live. And if I'm going to rectify that, then we need to all get out of here alive. Whaddya say?
NICHOLETTE: (smiling) Thanks, Daddy.
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Ghostface grabs Jill by her robes, tossing her into a pile of junk. Jill cries out as her back is bruised. She rolls out of the way, Ghostface's blade missing impaling her head by inches. Ghostface turns as Jill scrabbles to her feet. She looks left and right –
Ghostface charges.
Jill starts knocking over pieces of wreckage and towers of tires. Ghostface doges each one as though it were simply an obstacle course.
But it does give Jill a head start.
She turns, racing up a ramp, into a small office. She plays with the controls. Below, Ghostface stops, staring up at her. She stares back as she pulls a lever. A crane swings above them.
JILL: Alright asshole, let's see how you like this –
A CAR DROPS FROM ABOVE. Ghostface LEAPS OUT OF THE WAY, LANDING IN A PILE OF RUBBLE.
Jill leaps from the ramp like a bat – as she lands, she SLUGS her knife into Ghostface's shoulder. Ghostface grunts, grabbing her arms, flinging her into the side of a car. His knife comes – she grabs his wrists, holding the knife back. It inches closer … closer …
Jill kicks him in the gut, punching him in the face. Ghostface rolls with the punch, rising, punching her on the way up. He slashes along her side, tearing part of her robe, cutting into her belly.
She gasps in pain, limping away.
Ghostface flicks his knife, racing for her. He leaps for her – she catches him in midair, slamming him into a car door. Ghostface's head rises as Jill charges him – he wrenches open the door, slamming it into her. He stands up, grabs her by the back of her neck, shoving her head through the glass window. He pulls her out, slamming her head again through another window. And another.
Jill smashes her head backwards into his, knocking herself free. She whirls around, her knife plunging into his shoulder. He headbutts her, sending her flying. Jill scrabbles to her feet, races up another ramp, Ghostface hot on her tail.
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Jill reaches the top of the ramp. Dozens of cranes are overhead. She reaches a control panel and begins flipping random switches and levers. The junkyard seems to come alive, as the cranes all begin moving left and right, up and down along the ramp.
Ghostface appears at the top – he ducks under a crane, straight for Jill – gets whacked in the face by another incoming one. He hits the ramp hard. She laughs and turns – another crane smacks her across the face, sending her flying over the edge of the ramp, above a smelting pit below.
A smelting pit which she, in her random lever pulling, has activated. Smoke rises below her.
Ghostface rises to his feet. He KICKS THE CONTROL PANEL off its hinges. He turns, watching Jill trying to pull herself up.
Her grip is slipping.
Ghostface stands over her, head cocked. He raises his knife – JILL REACHES UP, GRABBING HIS ROBE, PULLING HIM OVER THE EDGE!
Ghostface plummets – a black hand reaches out!
Jill screams – her mask falls off her face and plummets into the smelting pit below where it disappears in a puff of smoke.
Ghostface has his hand gripped on her ankle. Above, her fingers are slipping. Her face is completely bruised, beaten, beyond recognition, her hair a wild mess.
Her fingers slip some more.
JILL: (looking down) I fall, you fall asshole.
Ghostface tries climbing up her body. Her fingers slip more. She lashes out with her free foot, SMASHING Ghostface in the head. His own mask flies off his head, disappearing into the smelting pit. The killer turns his head upwards - - CRAIG.
Jill grits her teeth.
Below, Craig's fingers are slipping. He falls an inch – GRABS HER BOOT.
Jill's bare fingertips are holding on. Her fingers burn in agony.
Craig's own fingers are slipping off her boot.
CRAIG: (grinning) Well … looks like it was a draw …
JILL: I don't think so, asshole!
CRAIG: It doesn't matter … I got what I wanted … this fight'll go down in history! It'll be cinema legend!
JILL: What the heck are you talking about?
CRAIG: Stab! Jenny and I gave the writers the material they'll need for a sequel. A good sequel!
JILL: Jenny?
CRAIG: And what an ending! Even I couldn't have predicted it – a draw!
JILL: A draw – fine.
Craig's mouth opens in surprise.
CRAIG: Wait, what -?
JILL LETS GO! SHE PLUMMETS BACKWARDS –
Craig plummets backwards, utterly confused, but still pleased, gloating that he will have helped resurrect the tired Stabseries with a versus movie of his own. He lands in the smelting pit – acrid smoke rises as his body is dissolved into flames …
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ABOVE:
JILL IS HANGING FROM A CRANE BY HER FINGERS.
She stares down into the smelting pit as the last traces of Craig vanish away. Her eyes dart back to the platform. She swings herself a couple of times to gain momentum, before leaping back onto the platform. She tears her Ghostface robe off, allowing it to flutter down into the pit. She turns her head – the center of the junkyard is dead ahead.
She limps forward.