INT. HOUSE – NIGHT
A cordless phone. It rings. A hand reaches out.
LESLIE: Hello?
GHOSTFACE: Hello?
LESLIE: (looking over at Tanya who is sitting next to her on the couch) Who is this?
GHOSTFACE: Who do you want me to be?
LESLIE: How about no one? Bite me!
She slams the phone down and grabs some popcorn from Tanya's bowl.
TANYA: Who was that?
LESLIE: Just some weirdo playing a prank. Put up the volume.
Tanya lifts the remote. They're watching Vanderpump Rules.
LESLIE: Jax is so hot.
TANY: Yeah, if you like forty-something year olds.
LESLIE: He looks good for his age. And totally too good for that Brittany chick.
TANYA: She's from Kentucky, cooks and is way too hot for him. Plus she's a family girl. How many women has he been with? You tell me who's getting the short end of the stick there.
Leslie grabs the remote.
LESLIE: What else is on?
They flip channels. Friends is on.
TANYA: David Schwimmer is hot too.
LESLIE: I'm beginning to really wonder about your taste in me.
TANYA: Joey too.
LESLIE: I'll give you him. Chandler – meh. (gets up) I'm getting a drink, you want anything?
TANYA: A Sprite?
Leslie leaves. Tanya flips through the channels. She stops on the news. WOODSBORO IS BURNING!
TANYA: Boring.
She flips the channel back to Vanderpump Rules.
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT
Leslie opens the fridge and pulls out a Sprite and a bottle of sparkling water. She sets them down as the kitchen phone RINGS!
LESLIE: Ugh. (answering) Hello?
GHOSTFACE: That was very rude earlier, Leslie. I hope you don't make it a habit to hang up on people.
LESLIE: No, only the pricks. (smiles fakely) Now do you have a reason for calling? Because I'm getting really irritated.
GHOSTFACE: You should really be nicer. You're such a pretty girl. I'd hate for you to end up like Candace.
LESLIE: Who?
GHOSTFACE: A generation raised on iPhones with Twitter freely available and yet you still can't keep up with the news? I don't get it.
LESLIE: Ugh, is that some slam against millennials? Because I'll have you know we're Gen Z. Now either tell me what you want or bite me.
GHOSTFACE: How about I carve up that pretty little face of yours?
LESLIE: And now I'm hanging up. Buh-bye.
She slams the phone down. She breathes for a moment, trying to get her bearings.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Leslie returns wth the drinks and hands one to Tanya.
TANYA: Everything okay?
LESLIE: Yeah, just some weirdo pranking us. I told him to stick it where the sun don't shine.
The cordless in the living room RINGS AGAIN! This time both girls jump. Tanya stares at Leslie, who is now reaching her boiling point. She moves to grab the phone – Tanya stops her.
TANYA: I got this one. (answering the phone in a fake voice) Hello, thank you for calling Madame Rawnchy's Erotic Phone Service. How may I be of assistance?
GHOSTFACE: You can start by putting Leslie back on the phone, Tanya.
TANYA: How did you –
LESLIE: What's he saying?
Tanya puts him on speaker.
GHOSTFACE: Ah, now I've got you both. Two little bridesmaids without a bride. But that's okay – I can turn you from bridesmaids into brides – CORPSE BRIDES!
LESLIE: Hang up!
GHOSTFACE: IF YOU HANG UP ON ME, I'LL PEEL THE SKIN STRAIGHT FROM YOUR BONES STARTING WITH THE FEET UP! (Beat) Now are we ready to have a civilized conversation Tanya?
TANYA: How do you know my name?
GHOSTFACE: Not hard … I just had to watch you for a while.
Both girls look around.
LESLIE: Shut up. You can't see us.
GHOSTFACE: I'm standing at your front door.
LESLIE: You're full of crap. (to Leslie) He's full of crap!
THE DOORBELL RINGS! Both girls jump!
TANYA: I'm calling the police!
THE POWER GOES OUT!
The two girls shriek, jumping into each other's arms. The cordless is now silent.
LESLIE: There's a light on my phone. Ugh, where is it?
She feels around the cushions of the couch. Nothing.
THUD!
It comes from UPSTAIRS! Both girls look up.
TANYA: … he's in the house …
LESLIE: Get a knife!
Tanya runs into the kitchen as Leslie feels around the cushions of the couch. Bingo! Her phone. She grabs it – crap, it's on 1% power! Hands down, praying it doesn't die out, Leslie dials 9-11.
AUTOMATED RESPONSE: Due to a high volume of calls, there is a slight wait. Please stay on the line.
Tanya comes back with a knife.
TANYA: Are you calling the police?
LESLIE: I'm on 1% - shit, my phone just died!
TANYA: We gotta get out of here.
She begins heading for the front door. Leslie grabs her shoulder.
LESLIE: No! He rang the front doorbell, remember! (thinking) The back door!
Leslie turns, leading the way in the dark house. She reaches the back glass door, preparing to slide it open –
A CHAIR SMASHES THORUGH THE DOOR, RAINING BROKEN GLASS DOWN ON THEM!
Both girls scream, ducking back into the house. Tany's hand slips out of Leslie's – they get separated. Leslie books it through the kitchen into the dining room. Tanya runs through the living room –
THUNK!
A flash of silver and a knife STABS directly into Tanya's mouth, penetrating the back of her head. Tanya gags on her own blood as Ghostface shoves her corpse aside.
CUT TO:
Leslie books it through the dining room into the foyer – she's not thinking clearly. The front door must be clear since the killer came from the back. She rips the front door open and races onto the front lawn.
EXT. HOUSE
LESLIE: HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE!
She sees her own car parked in the driveway . She fumbles with her keys in her shorts pocket and unlocks the door. Crying hysterically, she tries to start the ignition.
Nothing happens.
LESLIE: What? No! Start dammit, START!
She tries again and again.
CRASH!
The car's engine SMASHES up against her windshield. She screams as more broken glass rains down on her.
THUD!
Something drops onto the roof above her car. She screams. She hears footsteps above her – someone is walking around on the hood of her car.
It stops.
She sits there, breathing heavily. She gingerly opens the door –
A KNIFE FLASHES OUT, SLICING AT HER, CUTTING HER ARM!
She cries out, pulling herself back into the car, slamming the door and locking it. She's crying hysterically as she stares up at the engine smashed onto her windshield.
Behind her, unbeknownst to her … the trunk slowly opens.
She looks forward, left, right, trying to see where the killer could be –
HE POPS UP RIGHT BEHIND HER!
She screams, struggling.
ANGLE ON:
The exterior of the car rocks violently – then goes silent. We watch the door slowly open and Ghostface's boots touch the ground. A flood of blood gushes out of the open door.
ANGLE ON:
LESLIE LIES FORWARD ON THE DASHBOARD, HER BODY CRUMPLED AND HER THROAT SLICED.
Ghostface stands there, staring at her, cocking his head.
