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INT. – RANDY'S GARAGE – NIGHT
Randy is doing his evening podcast with Stu sitting at his side.
RANDY: And I'm joined once again by my pal, Stu. And no worries, folks – the wounds are not serious. And no – I won't be answering any questions about the attack! Now Stu – who is our first caller?
STU: Well – looks like it's Sickie-Hickie again. Uh, I mean, Judy Hicks!
RANDY: Judy! Our resident creeper. What's going on tonight?
JUDY: Just one thing I don't get, Randy. How exactly did you get your injury?
RANDY: Like I said, we're not answering questions about that -.
JUDY: Because an underground Prohibition Tunnel is a really odd place to have such an accident.
The soundtrack thuds.
RANDY: How did you know -?
JUDY: Because it sounds like you were attacked. On the hunt for the killer?
RANDY: Not answering those questions. Stu, please hang up on Sickie-Hickie here.
Stu nods.
JUDY: Wait -.
RANDY: And goodbye, Judy. Stu, who's next on the line?
STU: Ugh … I dunno. He calls himself Mr. Ghost from here in Woodsboro.
RANDY: Not a fan of using your real name. It's cool, I can dig it. So what's on your mind Mr. Ghost?
GHOSTFACE: You know, Randy – it's not polite to hang up on your guests.
RANDY: Ah … well, when a person gets creepy, it's time to move on and it looks like I'll be doing the same now –
GHOSTFACE: It's also very rude to barge into someone's apartment unannounced.
RANDY: Who is this? Is this you? Is this the killer? 'Cause I got news – you ain't so bad! Gale and I took you down a peg –
GHOSTFACE: Heh, I don't want you dead, Randy. Not when you still have your wonderful podcast. You lived because I allowed it … and you will end when I demand it!
RANDY: And what do you need my podcast for, huh? 'Cause I'm not in the business of giving airtime to murderers!
GHOSTFACE: HANG UP ON ME AND ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS DIE RIGHT NOW!
(Beat)
RANDY: You're bluffing.
GHOSTFACE: Try me. You and Gale lived because I needed you … ah, but hunger for blood must be satiated and I promise you – I WILL HAVE MY FILL! But for now, I have something to play for you …
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TATUM'S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Sidney is getting ready for her interview. Her makeup is done up. Tatum is sitting with her. They are listening to Randy's podcast together. Both terrified.
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INT. RANDY'S GARAGE
RANDY: Oh? What? A mix-tape you made?
GHOSTFACE: Something like that.
They hear a click. A recording. Two voices come through. Billy's.
V/O BILLY RECORDING: I would have been there for you! For our child!
V/O TATUM RECORDING: Billy – I loved you … really I did. That's why I left … you had a future. Me … pfft, kicked out of school after school. I couldn't tie you down to us … and then I lost the baby, and it was just … I couldn't face you guys … and then you started dating Sidney, so you obviously moved on -.
Randy and Stu sit there in absolute shock, listening to the recording.
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INT. TATUM'S BEDROOM
Tatum stands up.
TATUM: Okay, Sidney – I can explain -.
Sidney gathers her belongings and storms out of the bedroom, Tatum following.
SIDNEY: He was right! All my friends – liar, two-timers …
She takes the steps two at a time, Tatum following.
TATUM: I wanted to tell you!
SIDNEY: When – in the next millennium?!
TATUM: Sid – please!
Sidney turns to her in the foyer.
SIDNEY: I gave you a clean slate … we're officially done!
She storms out, slamming the door in Tatum's face. Tatum collapses into a heap.
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INT. RANDY'S GARAGE
RANDY: And what's the point of that, huh? To hurt Sidney? To humiliate her?
GHOSTFACE: To expose her so-called friends! Every last one of you have hurt her in some way and I'm going to expose it all to her! She deserves to know what kind of scumbags you are!
RANDY: Why? What are you, a fan of hers?
GHOSTFACE: Something like that …
RANDY: You sound obsessed. Like a pathetic loser with a small dick who kills people because it makes him feel like a big man!
STU: Bruh, don't antagonize him man …
GHOSTFACE: And who says I'm a man?
RANDY: Oh, a woman then?
GHOSTFACE: I am … the darkness that exists in the mind of all people. I am not one person. I exist across the spectrum of the human psyche. And I will find a way … to you …
RANDY: That's funny – cause Cotton Weary is gonna expose your true identity tonight!
GHOSTFACE: Oh, I can't let him wreck all the fun, I can't stand spoilers! But don't worry Randy – this is one movie that won't be spoiled for you. I'll deal with Cotton and when I lift the mask – we'll the ending's GONNA HURT!
The call goes dark, leaving Randy and Stu sitting there.
INT. MR. LOVEDGE'S OFFICE – NIGHT
Casey boldly approaches the office. She knocks.
CASEY: Mr. Lovedge? I'm here for our appointment and we really need to talk …
The door to the office slowly opens and Casey steps inside.
CASEY: Mr. Lovedge?
A video recorder is sitting on his desk, playing over and over again. It's just random conversations, she can't make sense of it.
That's when she looks up – the door to the office she was never allowed into is slightly ajar … she walks up to it …
The soundtrack thuds.
The door slowly opens with a creak.
A light flickers on, revealing the contents of the secret room.
CASEY: What in the -?
The entire room is covered – wall, floors, ceiling – with black and white pictures of Sidney Prescott.
CASEY: Holy shit!
She backs up – MR. LOVEDGE GRABS HER!
She swats at him with her purse.
CASEY: You sick fuck! Stay away from me!
MR. LOVEDGE: Casey! No! Wait! You don't understand!
Casey dashes out of his office, he tries to grab her.
MR. LOVEDGE: Let me explain!
She smacks him across the face, leaving a mark from her nails and dashes down the hall. Mr. Lovedge pants, staring at her.
His eyes darken.