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INT. MR. LOVEDGE'S OFFICE
Mr. Lovedge is standing up, tucking his shirt back into his pants. Casey is looking in a mirror, reapplying her makeup.
MR. LOVEDGE: You need a ride home?
CASEY: Nah. Himbry may have closed school early, but the track and swim teams are still meeting for practice. Jenna agreed to drive me home after her swim meet.
MR. LOVEDGE: Casey – look. This is the last time. It has to be.
CASEY: Sure, Mr. Lovedge, okay.
MR. LOVEDGE: (grabbing her arm forcefully) Casey, I'm serious!
She looks up at him, a small hint of fear on her face.
CASEY: Okay.
MR. LOVEDGE: And Jenna doesn't know anything?
CASEY: Course not. She only knows that I'm seeing you for emotional issues. Daddy doesn't love me, mommy beats me, blah, blah , blah.
MR. LOVEDGE: Keep it that way.
Casey finishes applying her makeup. She stares at a door in his office.
CASEY: How come you never let me in that room?
MR. LOVEDGE: That's … private …
CASEY: What's in there?
MR. LOVEDGE: Private student files. That's all. Now it really is time to go.
He opens the door, motioning for her to get a move on. Casey smiles at him.
CASEY: You say it's the end … but we both know you can't stay away from me. I'll be seeing you soon!
She stands on her tiptoes and kisses him on the cheek, leaving an imprint of her lipstick on his face. He stands there, watching her walk down the hallway. His eyes narrow.
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INT. POOL - NIGHT
SWIM GIRL: You coming, Jenna?!
Jenna surfaces from the school's swimming pool, throwing her hair back.
JENNA: You go ahead. I'll take another lap myself. I gotta wait for Casey anyway.
SWIM GIRL: Okay, stay safe!
JENNA: Back at you.
The other girl's wet footsteps fade away as Jenna climbs up and dives again into the water. She takes another lap. The lights in the pool area dim. She looks up at the clock. Casey's session is running over. She sighs.
Her eyes fall on the bleachers above the pool. A figure in black darts through them and vanishes. Jenna's mouth opens. She floats there, looking around left and right.
JENNA: Hey! Hello?
The figure has vanished. She climbs up out of the pool, tying her hair back.
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INT. LOCKER ROOM – NIGHT
Jenna is still in her bathing suit, getting dressed. She is drying her hair with a towel and sits down, looking through her gym bag. Her phone is missing.
JENNA: Shit … left it by the pool.
She sighs.
A LOCKER SLAMS SHUT!
JENNA: Hello?
Silence … except for the lapping of the pool in the other room and the flickering of the lights.
JENNA: Casey? Becca? Is that you?
Silence.
JENNA: Keep it together, Jenna. You're gonna freak yourself out.
She heads back to the pool area to find her phone.
INT. POOL
Jenna enters the pool area, looking around for her phone. She sees it … she left it on a metal bench by the pool's edge. Sighing, she walks over and grabs it.
IT RINGS IN HER HAND!
It's Casey's number.
JENNA: Hey – is your session done?
CASEY: Just finished. We had a … fulfilling session. I'll be outside at the entrance.
JENNA: Okay. Give me ten minutes.
CASEY: Peace.
Jenna hangs up and turns –
GHOSTFACE IS STANDING RIGHT THERE!
Jenna staggers backwards, screaming, completely surprised. She slips on the water and falls back into the deep end of the pool. Her phone clatters to the floor. Ghostface raises a boot and smashes her phone to bits. In the pool, she flounders, splashing.
Ghostface stands on the edge, staring down at her, cocking his masked head.
Jenna makes a break for it, knifing through the water to the other side of the pool.
Ghostface is there, running parallel to her along the side of the pool. Jenna reaches the ladder – the killer is there. He slashes his knife downward. Her left arm shoots a jet of red, which blossoms the water around her crimson. She backstrokes away, the killer standing there, waiting for her to make the next move.
JENNA: SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME!
She swims in the opposite direction – Ghostface follows her movements, reaching the other side as she does. He's toying with her now, torturing her psychologically. The pool is a light red from her bloody arm and her swimming has been handicapped.
JENNA: HELP! SOMEBODY HELP FOR THE LOVE OF -
She stops. The killer has vanished. She floats there, frantic, turning her head every which way. She makes a swim for it, for the nearest ladder.
Gears start grinding. The sound of machinery.
The pool's metallic cover begins sliding in place from both sides. In seconds, it will crush her.
JENNA: Shit!
She breaststrokes faster, reaching the ladder and begins climbing up.
A black hand grabs her head and she screams.
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EXT. SCHOOL – NIGHT
Casey is outside, bored and impatient. She dials Jenna.
CASEY: (to herself) Late like usual …
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INT. POOL
Jenna screams as a flash of silver strikes into her stomach. She gags, coughing up blood. Ghostface shoves her back into the pool, now a deep red crimson.
With a metallic clang, the metal covers of the pool close over Jenna's slowly twitching body.
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EXT. SCHOOL:
CASEY: (into the phone) He Jenna … you can stay and swim some more if you want. I'll catch an uber. Love 'ya girl!
And we …