A scream is heard from the person behind the door. It’s GALE WEATHERS, cowering after hearing SIDNEY yelling and threatening death.
Gale?

GALE
Don’t kill me with a clothes hanger! That’s not the way I wanted to die!

SIDNEY
What are you doing here?

GALE
Sheriff Burke called me and told me to find you guys. You weren’t at your house, so I looked up Randy and came here.
Sees LUCY.
Who’s she?

RANDY
Lucy Strode. My girlfriend. Lucy, this is Gale Weathers from Top Story, reporting live from Woodsboro, California.

LUCY
Scornful.
Gale Weathers?

GALE nods nervously. A stranger hates her.

I have a question for you.

GALE
What?

LUCY
What made you think that exploiting a real-life murder spree by making it into a movie would be a good idea? Don’t you have any respect for those who were actually involved?

GALE
I was involved! I was there!

LUCY
I know, and I love how you plan on portraying yourself as the “heroine, victim, and brains behind the demise of the killers”. What about Sidney? And Randy? And that cop? And the other victims?

GALE
Listen, sweetie, I told it like it was. I wrote what I saw.

LUCY
Walking menacingly toward GALE.
I’ve seen your web-site, Gale. I read your description of Randy. “Young, nerdy, movie-obsessed Randy, has a disturbing knowledge of scary movies and a frightening connection with the killers. Could Randy be a killer? Could his movie mania have gone berserk and depleted his naïve mind of a sense of reality? He’s certainly a suspect.” Remember that, Gale?

RANDY
“Nerdy”? Ouch.
Wait a minute…
Lu, is that how you found out?

LUCY
Putting RANDY on a guilt trip.
Yes, Randy, that’s how I found out, by myself.

GALE
You may not like it, but blood sells, especially real blood. STAB is getting more hype than that Titanic movie that was delayed for like two years.

RANDY
Wait, what about the whole “nerd” thing. I don’t really agree with that part…And I love Titanic!

GALE
You don’t have to see the movie if you don’t want to. I don’t need your eight dollars to make it big.

LUCY
You know, Gale, I hope that you get exposed for the miserly bitch that you are.

GALE
Excuse me?

SIDNEY
Stepping in.
Ladies, ladies, please. You’ve just met each other. We have something else to worry about right now.

LUCY
What?

SIDNEY
If that wasn’t Gale on the phone, than who the hell was it?

ALL stand, RANDY stands by LUCY, holding her shoulder. GALE looks around, a little pissed at the negative encounter she’s just experienced. SIDNEY leaves the room and heads downstairs.

LUCY
That girl has balls of steel.

RANDY watches SIDNEY walk down the stairs and follows her.

Randy, I didn’t mean…

LUCY goes after RANDY. GALE is left alone. She sits on RANDY’S bed and looks at the things on his nighttable. There is a picture of LUCY and him in a silver frame. A strip of four pictures of the two of them from a photo booth is lying next to the frame.
GALE, knowing she wouldn’t have gotten two words out of SIDNEY for a post-bloodbath interview, had tried to pursue RANDY. His mother had refused to let her past the front door. Now, she’s in his room, the place where he’d spent the most difficult times of his life. GALE opens his nighttable drawer.

Now outside, SIDNEY, RANDY, and LUCY are walking around, listening carefully for any sign of the KILLER. It’s nearly pitch black outside. SIDNEY is sort of wandering off in her own direction

RANDY
So, Lu, I never realized you had such a mouth on you.

LUCY
It doesn’t come out that often. Only when I get insulted. I’ve gotta defend myself, you know. I’m not gonna sit back and take shit from some uppity bitch who thinks she can profit from people’s personal problems. Besides, she made you look bad. You didn’t actually think I would let her get away with that, did you?

RANDY
Smiles, and grabs her hand.
No, but that brings me to another point.

LUCY
What’s that?

RANDY
I met you, when? The June after my senior year?

LUCY
Yeah, the June after my junior year. One year and one month ago.

RANDY
When did you hear about STAB?

LUCY
Last February. You were in the beginning of your second semester of your freshman year. I found it when I was browsing one night.

RANDY
So, why didn’t you call me when you saw the name “Randy”? And “Sidney”? And “Woodsboro”? I mean, didn’t that just freak you out a little?

LUCY
Hesitant. She lets SIDNEY walk away and stops. She looks RANDY in the eye.
Of course it did. There you were, there was Woodsboro, and then the story of this horrible murder, and I just didn’t want to believe it was true. I didn’t want to think that something so gruesome could have actually happened to someone I loved.

RANDY
Leans to her.
But I’m alive, aren’t I?

LUCY
Yeah.

RANDY
So are you still pissed at me?

LUCY
Of course.
RANDY makes an objective noise.
But that just gives us more chances to kiss and make up.

RANDY
You sneaky little…

LUCY
Just kiss me.

They kiss while SIDNEY wanders even further off and hears something. She runs off even more, leaving RANDY and LUCY alone, in the dark.

We’re all alone, you know.

RANDY
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

LUCY
Maybe.

RANDY
That’s a pretty thick, ya know, set of bushes over there.

LUCY
Yeah. And some soft, fluffy grass, too.

RANDY
You could probably hide behind them without anyone ever knowing you were there.

LUCY pulls RANDY’S hand over to the bushes, pulling off his open plaid shirt and yanking him into the bushes to do the sideways dance of the lovers.

Meanwhile, GALE is still fishing through RANDY’S drawer. So far, she has found his hospital bracelet, the bullet that was in his chest, and a picture of SIDNEY, BILLY, TATUM, STU, and RANDY. They were all really young in the photo, probably their freshman year of high school, four years ago. GALE turns it over and sees a girl’s handwriting. It reads: “Randy, We hope we made this year more fun for you!” After the message were the ninth grade signatures of all the kids except RANDY. GALE pockets the photo and immediately finds a laminated Mass card; with the name of RANDY’S father, Hamilton Randall Meeks. He had been 41 years old. Out of respect, GALE leaves the card. She finds a tack pin in a tiny plastic bag, probably also from his father. An envelope surfaces with RANDY’S name written on it. It wasn’t sealed. GALE’S conscience takes a vacation and she opens the letter.

“Dear Randall,
I know you and your father were not able to say good-bye. But God knows when these things happen, and there was no way to get in touch with you at the time. You can’t be angry with your brother and sister because they were here to find out before you. Please, don’t ignore this feeling. It’s difficult for all of us, especially me. Your father was my second husband, but if we had known each other earlier, I wouldn’t have realized how much I loved him, and I wouldn’t have realized what a blessing you were. Your father lives in you now. It’s up to you to keep his spirit alive. If there is anything you want to say, you can talk to any of us or write it. It always has been easier for you to express yourself on paper. I love you.
Mother”

GALE replaces the letter, having a whole new perspective on RANDY. She hears a noise; someone is downstairs. She leaves the bedroom and starts down the stairs.

SIDNEY has found herself alone.

SIDNEY
Randy! Lucy! Where you go?
She sees a pay phone. Finding a quarter in her jeans pocket, she dials a phone number.

Cut back to next to RANDY’S house.

LUCY
Wow.

RANDY
You are a goddess.

LUCY
Amazing.

RANDY
He smiles slyly.
I try.

LUCY
No, it’s amazing that I didn’t stab myself with a stick.

RANDY
Disappointed.
Oh.

LUCY
Just kidding.

They kiss and snuggle up against each other. Suddenly, RANDY realizes something. He sits up.

RANDY
Oh, shit.

LUCY
What’s wrong?

RANDY
I’m not a…It…I’m not…

LUCY
You’re not communicating very well today, are you?

RANDY
I’m not a…I broke Rule #1.

LUCY
What?

RANDY
Remembering that she doesn’t know the Rules.
I’m not a virgin.

LUCY
Adoringly.
Oh, Ran, was I your first?

RANDY
Almost wistful.
Yeah.

LUCY
Oh, Randy, that’s so cute.

RANDY
Why, aren’t I your first?

LUCY
Not right away.
Of course you are.

RANDY
Not offended, just surprised.
Whatta liar!

LUCY
Almost laughing, a little insulted.
What? You don’t find it possible that I’ve had another intimate relationship?

RANDY
Well, it’s not that, it’s just…

RANDY hears something inside his house.

LUCY
What?

RANDY
Did you hear that?

LUCY
Hear what?

RANDY
He gets up and pulls his boxers, then his jeans on.
There’s someone in my house. Get dressed. We’ve gotta get outta here.

LUCY
It’s just Gale Weathers.

Inside, GALE screams.

RANDY
Finding his white tank.
Please? She helped save my life. I owe it to her.

LUCY gives him a look and finds her jeans and black shirt.

LUCY
Now you owe me.

GALE is being chased through the house by the KILLER. She tears through every room, trying to find a way to escape, knocking down lamps, pictures, and everything able to be knocked down. Each time she thinks she fools the KILLER, he is just around the corner. For one minute, she hits the floor, creeping against the wall. She finds a fireplace tool and grabs it, ready to use it as a weapon at any moment. Little does she know, the KILLER is not on the other side of the wall, but behind her. The KILLER grabs her shoulder and she screams again, instinctively whacking him with the tool. The KILLER is stunned for a moment, and motionless. GALE backs away after dropping the tool.

RANDY
What’s goin’ on?

GALE screams and turns around to punch whoever was behind her; she couldn’t trust anyone. RANDY ducks seconds before her fist makes contact with his face.

LUCY
Thinking RANDY has just been punched.
Watch it, bitch!
She clenches her fist.

RANDY
No, Lu, she didn’t hit me. It’s okay.
To GALE.
I shouldn’t have scared you.

GALE
There’s another killer!

RANDY
No shit! Do you think I did this shaving?
Holds up his arm.

GALE
No, I mean he’s in here! He’s in the…
She looks around. There is no sign of the KILLER.
He was in the house. I swear…

RANDY
Gale, I believe you. Where did he go?

GALE
I guess he went out the front door.

RANDY
He looks at GALE, uncertain. If the KILLER had left through the front door, he had gotten away at an amazing speed because RANDY hadn’t seen anything when he was outside with LUCY.
Are you sure?

GALE
I would assume so.
She sees the huge mess she made.
Sorry about the mess.

RANDY
Walking over to mantle, bending over to pick up whatever had fallen off of it.
No big deal. At least you apologized. Damn killer didn’t even leave a note.
He picks up a framed photograph of his father, the glass broken, pieces of it all over the floor. All the sad memories run through his mind, but he pushes them aside, like always. He tosses it on an armchair.
GALE sees RANDY reacting to something he picked up off the ground. She walks over to the armchair.

LUCY
Well, we could start by putting on some lights.
She flicks the light switch on. One light comes on; all the rest have been broken.

GALE looks at the picture RANDY threw on the armchair. It is a picture of his father. GALE takes a closer look at it while RANDY starts picking up other pictures and putting them back on the mantle. LUCY works on the end tables.

The doorbell rings, startling ALL.

LUCY
Calling.
Who’s…?

RANDY
He rushes over to her and claps his hand over her mouth. He whispers.
Shhhh! Don’t ever, ever ask who’s at the door when there’s a killer on the loose. It’s like yelling “Hi! Come on in and strangle me with my own intestines!”

RANDY sneakily walks over to the front door. He looks through the peephole and sees SIDNEY. He opens the door and lets her and her boyfriend, TAD, a typical pretty-boy jock, in the house. RANDY locks the door.

SIDNEY
Sees the mess.
My God, what happened?

GALE
He was here.

SIDNEY
Who was?

GALE
The new killer. He left. We’re just trying to clean things up.

RANDY sees TAD, becoming a little jealous again, the way he had felt when BILLY was around. LUCY goes over to him and touches his shoulder.

LUCY
Randy, you’re staring.

RANDY
Snaps out of it.
Oh, sorry.

SIDNEY
Oh, no. I’m sorry. This is Tad Hector. Tad, this is Randy, Lucy, and Gale Weathers.

TAD
Wow, from Top Story? That’s, like, so cool! Wow, Sid, you know, like, everybody.

RANDY looks at SIDNEY as if to say “Nice choice of boyfriends.” SIDNEY shrugs.

Got any food in here?

SIDNEY looks at RANDY, as if to say “Be polite, now.”

RANDY
Sneering and sarcastic.
Sure, Tad. Come with me.
Gives SIDNEY another look on the way into the kitchen.

GALE picks up the picture of RANDY'S father and walks over to SIDNEY.

GALE
Sidney, who is this?

SIDNEY looks at the picture. It’s a man she’d never met, but knew about from RANDY; his father.

SIDNEY
It’s Randy’s dad.

GALE
Playing dumb to hide the snooping she’s done upstairs.
Where is he?

SIDNEY
She looks at GALE, who obviously wants more information than she needed. She lies.
Out of town. Both his parents are.

GALE
Disappointed, but still probing.
He’s out of town a lot, isn’t he?

SIDNEY
Suspicious; GALE knows something she shouldn’t.
Why do you ask?

GALE
Randy never mentioned him. And I heard Sheriff Burke a year ago talking about only his mother. Are they divorced?

SIDNEY
It’s none of your business.

In the kitchen, TAD is drinking a beer and RANDY is looking for something to eat, anything to keep from talking to TAD.

TAD
So, anyway, I’m so, like, wasted, and this guy in the diner comes up to me and asks me to leave because I’m being so loud! It was, like, the funniest thing in my whole life!

RANDY
Completely uninterested.
Really?

TAD
The whole night, the rest of the team could not stop laughing, ‘cause I was so, like, wasted.

RANDY
That’s great.
Finds leftover chicken and stuffs it in his mouth.

TAD
So, like, what happened to your arm?

RANDY makes muffled noises, indicating that he couldn’t talk with his mouth full. He mimes cutting something, then the knife slipping.

Oh, yeah, cutting veggies?

RANDY touches his nose.

Yeah, something like that happened to me once when I was so, like, wasted and I was making cocktail weenies at a Super Bowl party…

RANDY groans and hides behind the refrigerator door.

…and since I was so, like, wasted, I accidentally jabbed my hand with a toothpick!

RANDY comes out from behind the door again. As soon as he hears TAD’S voice again, he stuffs more chicken in his mouth.

So, you like football? Oh, yeah. No talking with a mouth full of food, right? That reminds me of another time I was so, like, wasted and at a homecoming game party. I ate, like, so many pork rinds – you ever have those? Oh, yeah, no talking. Anyway, there I was, so, like, wasted…

RANDY swallows, fed up.

RANDY
Hey, Tad?

TAD
Yeah?

RANDY
You ever been so, like, wasted that you, like, couldn’t even talk?

TAD
Yeah, like, there was this one time…

TAD keeps talking while RANDY puts out every single beer in his refrigerator on the table in front of TAD, who starts on then almost immediately. RANDY leaves the kitchen and sees SIDNEY.

RANDY
Hey, Sidney!

SIDNEY
Yeah?

RANDY
Imitating TAD.
That’s some, like, boyfriend you, like, got there.

SIDNEY
Laughing, but trying to be defensive.
Shut up, maybe he is a little…
RANDY makes a face.
Okay, very stupid. But he’s a good guy. Besides, he’s just what I need now. A guy who I can talk to who won’t talk back. Kind of like a human wall.

RANDY
You mean, he actually lets you talk?

SIDNEY
Sure. When I interrupt him.
She looks over her shoulder and sees GALE looking at all the pictures, replacing the one of RANDY‘S father. She whispers.
Randy, does Lucy know about your dad?

RANDY
Yeah. Why?

SIDNEY
I’m just curious. She wouldn’t talk to Gale, would she?

RANDY
Only if she was either cursing at her or getting paid lots of money.

SIDNEY
Would she talk about either of us?

RANDY
Never. Not even for a million bucks. Why?

SIDNEY
Come with me.
She leads him into the kitchen, not seeing TAD, passed out drunk on the kitchen table.

RANDY
What is it?

SIDNEY
Gale was asking me about your dad, Randy.

RANDY
What?

SIDNEY
I don’t know why, but she was practically grilling me.

RANDY
If she wants to know about that, why doesn’t she just ask me herself?

SIDNEY
Maybe she knows something.
They look at each other, RANDY overcome by a feeling of anger and confusion. SIDNEY sees TAD.
Oh, God! Tad, what are you doing? Randy, what did he do? Randy?

RANDY has left the kitchen to find GALE. Without looking at her, he grabs her arm and pulls her up the stairs to his bedroom, the only place where he kept anything pertaining to his father.
When they reach the room, GALE doesn’t say a word. RANDY crosses his arms. Even though it hurts his bad arm, he doesn’t care.

RANDY
So, I guess you just can’t get enough of Sidney, huh?

GALE
Well, I knew your girlfriend wouldn’t talk to me.

RANDY
Extremely pissed.
Yeah, she’s smart. Let’s get to the point. How much do you know about my father?

GALE
Nothing, I just saw his picture…

RANDY
Sarcastic and angry.
You may be a good reporter, but you’re definitely not a good actress. I know you’re lying. Now, this is the only room where I keep anything related to my father or last year. My guess is you found one point in time where no one was in the room to stop you from looking through my private stuff, so you, the probing journalist that you are, opened my nighttable and found something. Now, what did you find, Gale?

GALE
Trapped. He was smarter than she gave him credit for.
This.
She removes the photo of the KIDS and gives it back to RANDY.
And your father’s Mass card.

RANDY
You were gonna take this picture?

GALE
I was just going to scan it…

RANDY
Oh, for your web site? Do you know what this picture is to me? I can’t believe you were going to steal it from me.

GALE
I would have given it back, Randy.

RANDY
But you wouldn’t have asked permission. Aren’t you supposed to do that before you use someone else’s pictures? You’re a hell of a journalist, Gale. That was really sucky of you. There’s nothing suckier than that, I swear.

GALE cringes; there was something suckier than that, and she had done it.

Unless you read the letter. That would just…
At that moment he looks at GALE’S expression.
You didn’t…

GALE
A tear forming in her eye. She’s incredibly embarrassed and ashamed.
It was right there…

RANDY
With a choke in his throat, trying to calm himself, rationalize.
So, go ahead. Ask.

GALE
I can’t. Forget it. It doesn’t even matter anymore.

RANDY discreetly hides his eyes and sits on his bed, head in hands. GALE knows that she is the last person he would want to talk to, so she walks out of the room.

RANDY
No, Gale. Stay.

GALE
I can’t, Randy. I did the worst thing possible and I don’t want to make you feel worse.

RANDY
Please? You might as well hear it. You’ve gotten this far.

GALE reluctantly walks back over and pulls over RANDY‘S desk chair.

First, my dad was my mom’s second husband. She divorced the first one because he wanted to work in Nebraska and my mom and half-brother and sister didn’t want to move from Pittsburgh. It was a friendly divorce and they still keep in touch.
He wipes his eyes.
When my half-sister was four, my mom met my dad. They fell in love in, like, two seconds and had me two seconds later. That was enough kids for my mom. So then, I turn fourteen. For my birthday, I go to some arcade with my friends. There’s a huge rainstorm, there’s a blackout, and I’m stuck in the arcade with my friends while my dad is dying in a planned car crash. I didn’t find out until the next morning.

GALE
Ignoring the part about the planned car crash.

You were stranded in an arcade overnight?

RANDY
Yeah.

GALE
Were you scared?

RANDY
Becoming emotional. The hard part of the story is coming up.
No. I had no reason to be. I’d been in a blackout before. If I’d known that my father had some pissed off clients after him who planned on killing him, then I would have been scared, because he was on his way over to get me.

It’s getting harder for RANDY to hide his feelings, but he swallows them up again and just wipes his eyes. GALE grabs a tissue from his tissue box.

I never went back to school or saw my friends in Pittsburgh. Two months later, we moved to Woodsboro. I was in ninth grade. That was when I met everybody, and that picture was taken the following June. No, neither Billy nor Stu acted like a killer. Stu was always a little weird, but they never hinted that they’d kill someone two years later. And that is my story. Go ahead and make a movie out of it. Just make sure you get someone cool to play me. I hear Adam Sandler is a funny guy. Give him a call.

RANDY gets up, wiping his eyes again. GALE gets up to walk after him.

GALE
Randy, stop.

RANDY turns around.

I shouldn’t have done that. It was the biggest mistake I have ever made, forcing you to talk about something you’re obviously not comfortable talking about. I don’t know what to do. But you’re definitely not in the condition to go downstairs yet.

RANDY
Haven’t you done enough? Please, just leave me alone. Or do you have to know why he was murdered, too? Because I wouldn’t be able to tell you.

GALE
Listen. If you think I want to go public with this, I don’t. I wasn’t looking to expose you personally. I was only looking for information about last year.

She looks at RANDY, arms crossed, looking at the floor, holding everything in.

Something tells me you haven’t let yourself go in a long time, have you?

RANDY
No, I haven’t. But, hey, what are you supposed to do when people just keep getting murdered on you?

He leaves the room.

GALE
No wonder he and Sidney are so close. What an awful bond.

RANDY goes downstairs and finds his car keys on the floor. He picks them up and exits the house. LUCY notices and follows him. GALE has started coming down the stairs. SIDNEY has come out of the kitchen and gives GALE a contemptuous look.

SIDNEY
Did you get what you wanted?

GALE
No. I didn’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.

SIDNEY
So stop doing things like that. There’s two things you can do to get what you want, Gale. You can ask for it or you can steal it. Learn to do the right one for once.

GALE is visibly shaken by the experience and she sits in an armchair, head in hands, pissed at herself.

RANDY is trying to start his car, but it’s having trouble. He isn’t feeling sad anymore, just generally down and mad. All he wants to do is get away. LUCY is trying to talk over the loud engine to RANDY.

LUCY
Randy, please don’t leave! If anyone should leave, it’s her, not you! Please stay!

RANDY
I can’t hear you, Lu. I have to get out of here.
He turns the ignition one more time and the car finally starts.

LUCY
Then take me with you. And Sidney, too. And Tad.

RANDY
I’m not taking Tad anywhere!

LUCY
Then Sidney. You wouldn’t leave her here when there’s a killer, would you? She’s your best friend!

RANDY turns off the car. LUCY is right; he wouldn’t leave SIDNEY, or her.

RANDY
You’re right. It’s just that…

LUCY
Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong.

RANDY sits in the car and sighs. He’s starting to feel the pressure of holding in his emotions. LUCY opens the passenger side door and sits in the car next to RANDY. She touches his face and kisses it. He kisses back and falls onto her.

Inside, SIDNEY has woken up TAD from his stupor.

TAD
Man, I feel, like, so sick.

SIDNEY
Go upstairs to Randy’s bathroom and take some Pepto. You’ll be fine. Go ahead.

TAD
I like Pepto.

SIDNEY
Good, then go.

TAD staggers out of the kitchen and goes upstairs, past GALE, who kinda stares at him. He walks into the bathroom at the top of the stairs.
Meanwhile, the KILLER is going up to RANDY‘S room, using a ladder from the side of the house.
TAD hears the noise of the ladder against the house and chugs some Pepto. He hears another noise, puts down the bottle, and goes into RANDY‘S room. The KILLER is standing by the window and sees TAD staring at him.

TAD
Hey, man! Why didn’t you, like, use the stairs?

The KILLER wastes no time. He runs over to TAD, draws his knife, and stabs him repeatedly while holding his mouth to muffle his screams. While TAD is writhing in pain, dying on the floor, the KILLER walks over to the bedroom door and closes it.

Downstairs, GALE looks up towards the stairs, wondering if she heard something. She knows that SIDNEY doesn’t want to talk to her at all, but she should say something.

GALE
Sidney?

SIDNEY
Also not wanting to talk to GALE.
What?

GALE
Did you hear something?

SIDNEY
Like what?

GALE
Like a door closing.

SIDNEY
Randy's window is open. The wind probably blew it shut.

GALE
Oh. Okay.
She looks at SIDNEY, in hopes of a conversation. She is becoming more and more frightened of this house. She tries to make a joke.
I guess I’m just being paranoid, huh?

SIDNEY
Not joking.
Guess so.

In RANDY‘S car, LUCY kisses his face one more time. She looks at the house.

LUCY
We should go back inside.
LUCY rubs his arm and starts to open the car door to head back to the house. RANDY holds her hand and tugs her back.

RANDY
I love you.

LUCY
I know.
She kisses him and pulls away.
Come on, sweetie.

LUCY gets out of the car and walks around it towards the house. RANDY gets out of the car and walks to LUCY. She looks back at him and tries to tug him in. He resists; he’s heard something.

What, you wanna go back behind the bushes?

RANDY
No, he’s back. I heard something,

LUCY
Then let’s get inside. We have more protection. Besides, we can use Gale like a bulletproof vest. Come on.
She sees he is still resisting.
Randy, I’m here. It’s okay.

RANDY follows LUCY in the house.

Inside, SIDNEY is not in sight. GALE is standing in one spot, afraid to move.

RANDY
Where’s Sidney?

LUCY
Yeah, we want to get out of here.

GALE
Shhhh. She’s looking for Tad. He disappeared.

LUCY
What?

RANDY
Disappeared? He was passed out drunk. He couldn’t have gone anywhere by himself.

GALE
No, Sidney sent him upstairs to get some Pepto Bismal or something…

RANDY
Interrupting.
That idiot is drinking my Pepto?

GALE
Continuing.
But he never came down. I think the killer’s back in the house.

RANDY
Then what the hell is Sid doing? She’s gonna get herself killed!

GALE
She said to stay here until she came back with Tad.

RANDY
What if Tad doesn’t come back? There’s a killer in my house and I’m not going to stand here and let him kill people in it. What would my mother think of all the blood on the floor?

RANDY grabs LUCY‘S hand and pulls her into the kitchen. She pulls back.

What? Come on!

LUCY
She realizes that this KILLER is more real than she thought.
No.

RANDY
Why not?

LUCY
I’m scared.

RANDY
He holds both her hands.
Lu, it’s okay. I’m here for you, I promise.

LUCY
No. I want nothing to do with this. I want to leave.

RANDY
No, please come with me? I really want you here.

LUCY
No, I can’t. I don’t want to be involved in another Woodsboro murder spree. I’m going home. Give me your keys. I’ll pick your corpse up in the morning.

RANDY
He needed something she wouldn’t be able to resist. Remembering what she had said earlier that day.
What happened to staying together through the inevitable?

LUCY
Also remembering what she had said earlier that day.
Randy, I can’t. I’m sorry. I have to go.
She turns to the door.

RANDY
Grabbing her again, begging.
Then stay here, in this room. Please, Lucy, I’ve never wanted you to do something for me so badly. Please. I want you here when I get back.

LUCY
Thinking about the worst. But what if you don’t come back?

RANDY
Promising.
I will. I promise.

LUCY looks wistfully at RANDY, then at GALE.

LUCY
Swear?

RANDY
I swear. With all my heart.

LUCY finally trusts him. She nods her head.

Thank you. I love you. I’ll be back, I swear.

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