Chapter 5
OPEN ON:
EXT. OLD BEACH HOUSE – EVENING
Dewey and Gale pull up to the beach house they booked. It looks nothing like the pictures Dewey showed her.
GALE: What a dump.
DEWEY: Well now wait a minute … let's give it a chance …
They exit the car and stand on the threshold. She glares up at him.
GALE: I'm not going first.
DEWEY: Fine.
He pushes the key in and opens the door.
INT. DEWEY'S BEACH HOUSE – NIGHT
Dewey turns on a light. It flickers, then shorts out. Gale stares up at him.
GALE: Boy, you sure can pick 'em. Nice dive …
DEWEY: Quaint! The appropriate word is quaint!
IN. THE HOT SPOT – NIGHT
It's the "Hot Spot" the hottest Spring Break hangout in the San Martin Inlet. Inside, the teens are sitting down at a long table, drinks flowing and fast music beats. There's a dance floor and a DJ.
Bryson is regaling the table with his tales of fishing out in the inlet with Captain Louie, how they got caught in a waterspout once.
BRYSON: it was epic! Never saw a waterspout that big before. We almost got sucked up.
SHANE: Speaking of sucking … the music in this place blows!
BRYSON: (turning to Tatum and James) So James – tell us about yourself! We'd love to hear about Tatum's newest paramour.
Billy fidgets uncomfortably down the table, a movement that does not go unnoticed by Sarah.
JAMES: What's there to say? I'm just your average joe …
CARRIE: Did you come from Woodsboro?
JAMES: Yeah, I did actually.
BILLY: How come we never saw you at Woodsboro High?
JAMES: Ah – well, my parents sent me to private school. The same one Tatum went to before she got kicked out and came back to Woodsboro. That's actually where we met. And then we moved away to Jersey for two years and I just returned to Woodsboro not too long ago.
BRYSON: Then you got reacquainted with Tatum?
JAMES: Yeah, I reached out on Facebook. We started chatting and the fires started flaring if you know what I mean.
Billy chokes into his drink. Sarah pats him on the back as he coughs.
ASHLEY: Shit, I wish I could meet a good guy that easily.
SHANE: What are you talking about, I'm right here?!
ASHLEY: I said a good guy.
Her eyes gaze down the club … and they narrow.
ASHLEY: Fuck …
Everyone turns. There, among the crowds of partying teens, is a guy their age. Swarthy looking, but handsome.
CARRIE: (recognizing him, getting angry) Dylan! The fuck is he doing here? You didn't invite him, did you Ash?
ASH: As if – you think I wanted to see that piece of shit again?
SHANE: Someone want to fill me in here?
CARRIE: That's Dylan – her ex.
ASHLEY: I didn't think he'd have the nerve to show up here. Oh, crap, here he comes.
Dylan saunters over, stands over Ashley's chair.
DYLAN: Sorry to interrupt everyone – mind if I have a word with Ash?
Shane stands up, knocking over a chair.
SHANE: Yeah, we do mind!
Dylan and Shane stand face to face, daring the other to do something. Ashley stands up.
ASHLEY: It'll be fine. (turning to Dylan) Just one minute.
She follows Dylan into the crowd. Carrie is shaking her head.
CARRIE: We shouldn't have let her go … she just can't say no to Dylan.
TATUM: What do you mean?
CARRIE: They were together for about a year. I saw the makeup, the coverup. He used to hit her. And she just kept going back to him, he'd come with flowers and candy and sweet talk his way right back into her pants. I only just convinced her to leave him for good.
TATUM: How'd he know we were here?
CARRIE: I don't know. It's creepy, it's like he knew she was here. (gets up) I should go keep an eye on her.
She goes and follows Ashley and Dylan into the crowd.
Greg's cell phone vibrates. He looks down and smiles.
GREG: Hey guys – Mona's calling me!
SHANE: Great, you want a medal?
Greg gets up too.
GREG: Give me a few minutes, I'll be right back.
He vanishes into the crowd.
Billy sips his drink awkwardly.
James reclines, conversing with the others.
JAMES: You know … I was going to wait … but there is something I wanted to ask Tatum and I wanted to do it in front of her friends, but I guess now seems as good a time as any.
Billy perks up.
James suddenly kneels down and produces a diamond ring. Tatum's hand goes to her mouth.
TATUM: Oh my god …
BILLY: No fucking way.
JAMES: Tatum … we've only been together a short time, but I know you're my soulmate. I can't see myself with anyone else. Will you –
TATUM: Yes! Of course!
She hugs him, kisses him and he slips the ring onto her finger. Sarah and Prudence are in tears. Shane and Bryson are in utter shock.
Billy slams a napkin down on the table and storms off. Tatum watches him leave … there's a hint of concern, but it vanishes as she looks down at the ring on her finger.
Sarah excuses herself, following after her boyfriend.
EXT. OCEAN BOULEVARD – NIGHT
Billy is briskly walking down the street, hands jammed into his pockets, not caring where he's going. Sarah emerges from the restaurant, fumbling in her heels. She sees him in the distance.
SARAH: Billy!
He keeps on going. She picks up her pace, before getting frustrated and kicking off her heels and catching up to him.
SARAH: BILLY!
She grabs his arm and spins him around.
SARAH: Will you talk to me?!
BILLY: (fuming) He did that on purpose … he made sure he did in front of me …
SARAH: You're being ridiculous. And that was totally rude to bail on your friends – on me!
BILLY: And the worst part … she said yes. They've only been together a few months! A few months, and she says yes!
SARAH: Why do you care? You're over her, aren't you Billy?
No response.
SARAH: Aren't you Billy?
He looks up at her, his eyes puffy. She shakes her head.
SARAH: No … no, it was a mistake coming here …
BILLY: Sarah – it's not like –
She turns.
SARAH: I'll be at the beach house. I'll get packed. It's best if I leave first thing in the morning. I'll ask the girls if I can bunk with them.
BILLY: Sarah!
He stands there, watching her vanish down the boulevard.
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INT. BOATHOUSE – NIGHT
Captain Louie docks the S.S. Rita inside a large wooden boathouse. He walks down the ramp and ties the boat down. It bobs peacefully in the water. Louie turns, hitching his shorts up, and leaves the boathouse.
INT. LOUIE'S HOUSE – NIGHT
Louie lives a nice house. Wouldn't have expected it from a slumlord wannabe pirate. He enters his kitchen, tosses his cap aside and sighs. He opens the fridge and pops open a beer. He takes a giant swig, before turning to his living room.
We follow him in.
He passes a picture frame on the wall of him … apparently he has grown kids. As he passes we catch a glimpse of a reflection – a slim, white face.
Louie sits down in a cushy armchair and rests his feet. He takes another swig of beer.
A DOOR SLAMS SHUT!
Louie jumps.
LOUIE: What the hell?
He puts his beer aside and gets up. It sounded like it was coming from outside. He reaches under his armchair, produces a revolver. He holds it out in front of him.
EXT. LOUIE'S HOUSE – NIGHT
Louie exits the house – sees a light on in his boathouse.
LOUIE: Lousy, rotten kids … You think this is funny?!
Louie storms up to the boathouse and begins yelling.
LOUIE: I'm armed! Yeh better get yer asses out now or I'll start blasting! I don't care if it is a bunch of punk kids. I'll give yeh to the count of three. One. Two. Three!
He kicks the door of the boathouse open.
INT. BOATHOUSE – NIGHT
Louie is standing in darkness. There's nothing there, no sound except for the S.S. Rita bobbing along in its dock. He scratches his head, clearly confused.
He turns –
- A BLACK HAND LASHES OUT, GRABBING HIM BY THE THROAT!
Louie's gun goes off. The bullet ricochets off a glass case behind them. The hand jerks his thumb. Louie screams and the gun clatters away. He looks up … a white ghost mask. The killer struggles with Louie, the two engaged in a battle of wills.
Louie HEADBUTTS the killer, who goes flying into another glass case which shatters. Fishing trophies strew all about the dock.
Louie goes for the gun, grabs it and aims.
It doesn't go off – he's out of bullets.
Ghostface bursts up, tackling Louie. The two struggle again – Ghostface plunges a knife into the captain's shoulder. Louie screams. With a mighty heave, Ghostface shoves him off the dock into the waters where the boat is docked.
Louie bobs up along the water.
LOUIE: HELP! SOMEONE!
Ghostface PLUNGES into the water too, wading over to Louie, who tries swimming away. Ghostface grabs his leg, pulling him back, raising his arm, stabbing downward. Again. And again. He's in a frenzy. The water violently splashes and froths, as they struggle, turning a bright red.
Ghostface hoists himself up onto the dock. He looks down, admiring his handiwork.
Captain Louie's body floats facedown, the water around him crimson, his head bobbing and knocking into the hull of the S.S. Rita.