FADE IN:
DEWEY'S SQUADCAR – NIGHT
DEWEY: Shit. No sign of her!
GALE: Dewey, you're not listening to me! That was your problem back when you guys investigated Maureen's death and you're making the same mistake now!
DEWEY: Gale – for the love of all things sacred and true – just shut it!
GALE: Are … are you mad at me, Dewey?
Dewey shakes his head, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.
DEWEY: Whatever gave you that impression?
GALE: Dewey – for goodness sake we were high schoolers. We didn't know what we wanted.
DEWEY: You broke your promise, Gale.
GALE: What promise?
DEWEY: At prom. That you would always love me … and then college came and …
GALE: We wanted different things, Dewey! You wanted to stay here, not advance anywhere and I had different aspirations …
DEWEY: Like making slanderous documentaries.
GALE: Dewey -.
DEWEY: You made me look like an idiot, Gale. Like I'm incompetent. Worse, you accused my entire force of deliberately framing Cotton to make his lawsuit go away.
Gale forces a sad smile.
DEWEY: Wasn't it bad enough you broke my heart in high school? Well, at least this documentary is a fresh reminder of how you really feel about me …
GALE: Dewey, you're being obtuse.
DEWEY: If I knew what that word meant, I'd be very offended.
GALE: Dewey … I'm sorry that I hurt you. Truth be told, I broke things off because … well … I didn't feel worthy of you.
DEWEY: What? That makes no sense!
GALE: It's true. You were so nice and kind and a true gentleman … and I was the Queen Bitch, ready to stomp on anyone who got in my way. You needed a sweeter girl, Dewey, someone who could treat you the way you deserve to be. Not the Alpha She-Ra. I wanted my career and I couldn't force you to give up your dreams of idyllic living for me.
Dewey remains silent, looking for any excuse to stay mad.
DEWEY: Your documentary crew got my fat side.
Gale smiles as her hand finds Dewey's.
INT. RANDY'S GARAGE – NIGHT
Randy is on the phone.
RANDY: Come on, Sidney, pick up, pick up!
He curses as it goes to voicemail.
RANDY: What could she be doing?
STU: Billy, most likely.
RANDY: You know what – why don't you do something useful? Like get me a drink.
STU: Anything good?
RANDY: Anything besides fizzy soda – nope.
STU: Bummer. I'll be right back.
RANDY: What'd you say?
STU: I'll get your damn soda!
He marches off. Randy turns on a small tv in the garage, flipping through the channels.
INT. RANDY'S KITCHEN – NIGHT
Stu is in the kitchen, fridge open, plates piled high with food. He helps himself, making himself a sandwich. Mustard squishes out from between the bread and dribbles down his shirt.
STU: Brah.
He takes off his shirt, stripping down to a plain t-shirt. He looks around.
STU: Laundry, laundry … Ah.
He sees the door to the laundry room. He enters it. Humming, still high as a kite, he tosses his shirt into the washing machine.
STU: And a buttload of soap should do it …
He grabs a bottle and beings pouring into the machine. It's not soap. It's bleach. Stu is an idiot. Humming, he pours the entire contents of the bleach into the laundry machine.
Grinning, he turns back into the kitchen.
He stops.
The kitchen's dishwasher door had been opened and its contents jutting out. He looks around, confused, not remembering it being open. He shrugs and goes back to nibbling on his sandwich. He bites into it, closing his eyes, gleefully chewing, enjoying it.
More mustard squishes down onto his t-shirt.
STU: Bro …
He takes off his t-shirt and turns to the laundry room.
GHOSTFACE IS STANDING THERE, COCKING HIS HEAD.
STU: Yeah, nice joke, Randy.
He moves to go past the killer and into the laundry room. The killer extends an arm, blocking him.
STU: C'mon, Randy. I gotta wash my shirt, dude!
Ghostface cocks his head.
STU: You better not let Sidney see you in that costume. She'd flip, man. Not a good way to get laid, 'ya know?
Ghostface nods in apparent agreement.
STU: A'right man … now if you don't mind – I gotta launder my dainties …
Ghostface STABS him right in the gut. Stu looks up in horror.
STU: Randy – what the fuck?!
He staggers back, the killer raising his knife. And Stu realizes – it ain't Randy!
STU: Oh shit! Randy! RANDY!
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INT. GARAGE
Randy is watching television. Rob Zombie's Halloween 2 is on.
RANDY: What a piece of garbage.
He hears Stu screaming.
RANDY: Drinks are in the kitchen, Stu. Not hard.
He raises the volume on the TV, drowning him out.
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INT. KITCHEN
Stu grabs an upturned knife from one of the utensils jutting out from the dishwater.
STU: You want it? YOU WANT IT? GET IT UP!
He thrusts his knife forward. Ghostface catches his arm, twisting, breaking it. Stu cries out.
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INT. GARAGE
RANDY: I hear you, Stu. Use Lysol!
He change the channel to the news.
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INT. KITCHEN
Ghostface has Stu by the back of his head. He slams him into the counter, then grabs his head, pulling it back.
Stu looks down and his eyes widen as he sees the upturned knives jutting out from the dishwasher.
STU: Oh no … No, no, no, no, no, NO, NOOOOO!
Ghostface slams Stu facefirst into the dishwasher, right onto the upturned knives.
SQUISH!
SPLAT!
Stu's body shudders, then goes limp as blood dribbles down the dishwasher. We see Ghostface's boots as the killer calmly walks away.
INT. GARAGE – NIGHT
Randy is thumbing through channels, when he stops on a news report. He leans forward, turning the volume up even more.
NEWS CASTER: And police have confirmed the death of Cotton Weary in an apparent murder. Cotton claimed to know the identity of the Woodsboro Killer and was going to report it –
RANDY: Shit! Stu! Stu we gotta go!
No response.
Randy sighs and gets up.
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT
Randy enters the kitchen. In the background, we can hear the noise of the laundry room, the washing machine beginning to overflow.
RANDY: Stu?
He stops … holds a hand up to his mouth.
RANDY: Oh fuck!
He sees Stu's body, blood pooling across the floor, drenching his sneakers. His eyes dart. The killer could still be here.
He has to warn the others.
He turns to run – HE SLIPS ON THE POOL OF BLOOD, SLAMMING DOWN ON THE FLOOR, CRACKING HIS HEAD.
His vision swims, his back completely enveloped in Stu's blood. He moans groggily as a black shape emerges from the laundry room …