FADE ON:
TWO YEARS LATER
EXT. RILEY HOUSE – MORNING
A punk rocker steps off a motorcycle. Heavy combat boots. Tight pants and ACDC shirt. Hair, dyed jet black and spiky, cigarette in his mouth. JAMES ROGERS. A wannabe punk rocker. Gerard Way look-a-like. Total hotty.
He steps up to the door of the house and knocks.
The door opens – DEWEY RILEY answers. Two years older now, still a deputy. He's wearing his full uniform, badge shining prominently. He wrinkles his moustache at James.
JAMES: Morning, Dew.
DEWEY: It's Deputy Riley to you. (eyes the cigarette) Would you mind not smoking around Tatum? She's trying to quit.
JAMES: So you think …
He flicks the cigarette bud onto the ground and swaggers past Dewey, who rolls his eyes.
DEWEY: (annoyed) Please … by all means come in.
INT. RILEY HOUSE – MORNING
James walks into the living the room like he owns the place. He flops onto a couch, kicks his boots up onto a coffee table.
DEWEY: (struggling to control his temper) Please … make yourself at home.
JAMES: Tatum ready yet?
DEWEY: She's still got some packing. While we wait, let's have a chat, you and me.
Dewey sits on the adjacent couch, legs crossed, his gun in its holster clearly visible.
DEWEY: While Tatum is in your … erm … care … this week … there are certain rules I expect to be abided by.
James leans forward, hands folded in a sarcastic manner.
JAMES: (robot-like) I will follow your orders to the letter, sir.
DEWEY: This isn't a joke. Tatum's been through a lot. I don't want -.
JAMES: I understand her past. I get it. Look, Deputy, don't act like you're the only one who cares about her.
DEWEY: Ah, so you do understand responsibility.
JAMES: I understand her pain. Probably better than you do …
DEWEY: Oh really? So being attacked, knocked out by a psychopathic killer is –
JAMES: Not in the same way. But I know what it's like to lose someone you care about.
They hear footsteps. James snaps to attention.
JAMES: Mrs. Riley!
GALE WEATHERS-RILEY enters the living room, fully dressed, a giant engagement ring and wedding ring shining on her hand. Cost Dewey his life savings. Unlike Dewey, Gale smiles warmly and reaches out, hugging James.
GALE: James! Good to see you! You look pale.
DEWEY: He always looks pale.
Gale is caressing his arms and he is smiling warmly at her. It seems Gale likes James and he likes her. She definitely gets on better with him than Dewey, and unlike the deputy, is willing to give James a chance.
GALE: Can I get you anything? Some freshly baked cookies, though I can't promise I didn't burn them? My baking's getting better, thanks for those lessons, by the way. And a glass of milk?
JAMES: That would be great, Mrs. Riley, thanks!
DEWEY: (standing up, sputtering and pointing) Those are my cookies! That's my milk!
Gale glares at her husband as she pours James a glass.
GALE: Since when do you like my baking, Dewey?
DEWEY: What? I love your baking! See!
He charges forward, grabs the plate of cookies out of Gale's hand and begins shoving them in his mouth several at a time. They are horribly burned, but he puts on a happy face, pretending to enjoy them.
DEWEY: (mouth full, chewing, trying to smile) … So good …
He grabs the carton of milk and chugs the entire thing, washing it down. James is trying not laugh.
GALE: (to James) Tatum's almost finished. You can go up and see her if you want.
DEWEY: What? In her bedroom?
GALE: Dewey …
The deputy glares at James, but then wilts under the gaze of his wife. He sulks back to the couch.
JAMES: She's in good hands, Mrs. Riley – I promise.
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INT. TATUM'S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Tatum's bedroom has undergone several changes since we last saw it. Now rock and roll posters litter the room.
Tatum is standing in a mirror, applying some thick makeup. She's only gotten hotter, straight blonde hair, thick black eyeliner, pale skin like James. She wears similar rocker type clothing, tight, ripped jeans, combat boots and a white ripped t-shirt.
A figure comes behind her …
TATUM: Hey you …
She turns and reaches up with her hand, passionately kissing James.
JAMES: You almost ready? I left the bike running, in case you wanted to make a quick getaway from Dewey …
TATUM: He'll warm up to you. When it comes to me, he's just a little overprotective.
JAMES: (sarcastic) Noooo …
TATUM: Still, you could be a little nicer. With Dewey, a little respect goes a long way.
JAMES: C'mon …
TATUM: Please, James. I really want Dewey to warm up to you.
JAMES: (running a hand through his messy hair) Okay. For you.
TATUM: Thanks.
She puts her makeup away and grabs two suitcases.
TATUM: Ready when you are …
JAMES: Still can't believe Bryson scored us all a beach house. Do you know how hard it is to find a place in the Inlet during Spring Break?
TATUM: I can't believe Dewey actually agreed to let me go.
JAMES: I think Gale threatened to go Lorenna Bobbit on him again.
TATUM: Mmm, always works. (beat) So who's all going?
JAMES: Well, let's see … you and me. Bryson, obviously. Greg and Shane.
TATUM: Ugh, Shane? He's such an asshole.
JAMES: And the girls. Ashley. Carrie. And Prudence.
TATUM: (wrinkles her nose) 'Puddy Prudence'? Who used to eat Playdough in elementary school?
JAMES: I'm sure she still doesn't do that. And who am I forgetting … oh yeah. Billy and his girlfriend.
(Beat)
Tatum drops her bag.
TATUM: No.
JAMES: 'Fraid so.
TATUM: I'm not going.
JAMES: You have to, Bryson already paid for our rooms.
TATUM: I am not sharing a house with my ex and my current boyfriend!
James takes her in his arms.
JAMES: That was over a year ago. I'm sure things have cooled off …
TATUM: Right, after a very public and very epic meltdown …
JAMES: Besides, I'll be there. And he's moved on too. He's bringing his girl along.
TATUM: That isn't sweetening the deal, hun. I can't believe you're actually okay with this.
JAMES: Leave the past buried, Tatum. That's my philosophy.
TATUM: You never were the jealous type. It's irritating.
He grins.
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INT. RILEY RESIDENCE – MORNING
Dewey glowers angrily, watching James and Tatum climb aboard his bike. She waves and off they go. He turns to his wife, who is typing furiously at a laptop, wearing thick glasses.
DEWEY: Say … I've been thinking … Tatum gets to go away for a week during Spring Break. Why don't we take a trip?
GALE: Right. My career is in shambles, I've been forced to freelance, and you think we have enough money for a trip?
DEWEY: So you made a Netflix show staking your reputation that a psycho killer was innocent and it turned out he actually did it. So what? Could've happened to anyone!
GALE: Dwight.
He slams down a brochure. It's a beach house.
DEWEY: Already paid for … had to take a loan out from Mom, but she agreed we needed a vacation.
GALE: I don't need a vacation, I need a story! I need my journalistic credibility back!
DEWEY: C'mon, it'll be fun. Just a week. You and me. On the beach, listening to the waves. We can have romantic dinners on the pier … make love as the ocean laps on the shore …
GALE: Dewey -.
DEWEY: We need this. We haven't had sex in over three months, Gale!
She frowns, taking off her glasses. She picks up the brochure.
GALE: You say it's already paid for?
DEWEY: Taken care of.
GALE: (frowning) Oh, and I suppose it's only a coincidence that the beach house happens to be located in the San Martin Inlet – same place where Tatum is going on vacation with her friends?
DEWEY: (feigning surprise) Is it? I didn't even realize …
GALE: (pursing her lips) You are piece of work. But you're also right. A vacation will do us some good. I'll start packing.
DEWEY: Already done! We can literally leave this afternoon!
CUT TO:
INT. LOOMIS HOUSE – BEDROOM – MORNING
BILLY LOOMIS is sprawled out on his bed in his underwear, snoring loudly. There's a knock on the door. He bolts upright.
BILLY: Wha -?
His father, MR. LOOMIS, enters.
MR. LOOMIS: Billy … shouldn't you be up already? You should've been out of the house ten minutes ago.
Billy looks at his phone.
BILLY: Shit!
He swings out of bed, throwing on his shirt and pulling up a pair of jeans.
MR. LOOMIS: You don't want to keep Sarah waiting. She's a pistol that one.
BILLY: (struggling to pull an overshirt on) Crap, crap, crap.
MR. LOOMIS: I already took the liberty of tossing your luggage into the Jeep.
BILLY: (pulling on a sock) Thanks, Dad. You're the best.
His Dad holds up the Jeep keys. Billy reaches for them, but his Dad withdraws his hand.
MR. LOOMIS: Now I'm trusting you, Son.
BILLY: I understand!
MR. LOOMIS: It's a big responsibility.
BILLY: Dad, I'm running late -.
MR. LOOMIS: Make sure you make good decisions, Billy.
BILLY: I will!
MR. LOOMIS: I know it's been hard these past two years. The murders. Your public breakup with Tatum …
BILLY: Dad – Sarah's waiting!
MR. LOOMIS: Okay. Take care, Son. Keep me posted.
Billy grabs a backpack, preparing to leave. He stops. Throws his old man a hug.
BILLY: You're the best, Dad.
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EXT. HOUSE – WOODSBORO – MORNING
We zoom up the legs to the torso and head of a gorgeous brunette, finely dressed, green eyes, straight black hair. Prim and proper – the exact opposite of Tatum.
SARAH SUMMERS, Billy's current paramour. She's tapping her open toed shoes impatiently with her suitcases on the ground next to her, checking her phone every few seconds, rolling her eyes.
A Jeep pulls up. Billy races out, running his hand through his hair. He hugs her, kisses her quickly, then grabs her bags.
BILLY: I know, I know – I'm late.
SARAH: Hey.
Billy is stuffing her suitcase into her trunk. She puts her hands on his shoulders and turns him around.
SARAH: (cont'd) Relax. It's a vacation. You're not supposed to be stressed.
BILLY: I just want to get the best bedroom …
SARAH: Whatever bedroom we get will be fine. As long as I'm with you.
She holds his face and kisses him. He smiles, kissing back. She looks into his eyes. He's sweating.
SARAH: Babe, you're gonna give yourself an anxiety attack. Why so anxious?
Billy ushers her into the passenger's side and enters the car himself.
BILLY: Uh … no reason.
Sarah takes his hand, rubbing his knuckles lovingly.
SARAH: Just try to relax.
But Billy glances up to the middle of the roadway. SIDNEY PRESCOTT is standing in the street, face bloody, clothes torn, a chainsaw in her hands. An evil grin is plastered on her face.
Billy rubs his eyes, breathing deeply.
SARAH: (concern rising) Babe?
Billy opens his eyes. Sidney is gone. Just a hallucination.
BILLY: It's fine, it's fine. (fake smiles) I'm looking forward to this …
He puts the car in drive, wondering how he was going to break the news that they would be spending a full week with his ex-girlfriend, Tatum.