OPEN ON:
INT. MACK'S RESIDENCE - NIGHT
A phone rings, the oh-so familiar sound of an impending harrowing doom. SHIRLEY, 17, red head with matching red glasses and athletically built picks up the phone. With a coy smile, she looks at the caller ID and answers.

OPERATING SYSTEM
Your call may be monitored by the Woodsboro
Police Department for your protection.

The phone beeps, switching over to the call.

SHIRLEY
Richie, where are you, sweetie?

RICHIE (O.S.)
I'm on my way, darling. I just got caught
up at the gas station, some guy was bumming
for some change.

SHIRLEY
Typical of you to help him.

RICHIE (O.S.)
I'm a nice guy, what can I say?

SHIRLEY
Where are you exactly?

RICHIE (O.S.)
Passing the farm, I'll be there in literally
two minutes.

SHIRLEY
All right, call or text when you pull in.

She hangs up without saying "bye" in typical movie fashion. She begins to walk away from the phone and it rings again. In confusion, she returns back and answers.

OPERATING SYSTEM
Your call may be monitored by the Woodsboro
Police Department for your protection.

SHIRLEY
That was fast.

RICHIE (O.S.)
Eh, I wanted to give you the element of
surprise.

INT. DOORWAY - CONT'D
Shirley opens the door - nobody is there. A car is seen coming in the distance.

SHIRLEY
I thought you said you were here?

RICHIE (O.S.)
I am.

SHIRLEY
(beat)
I can see your car coming down the road.

RICHIE (O.S.)
Shirley, I'm right here...

Shirley pans her front yard. There's no car parked next to her Bug.

SHIRLEY
Is this some type of game?

RICHIE (O.S.)
You would like that, wouldn't you?

SHIRLEY
Richie, stop fucking around, where are
you?

She turns around - SMACK she walks into RICHIE, tall and athletic jock with letterman's jacket and all. She screams from being startled.

RICHIE
I said I was right here.

SHIRLEY
You scared the shit outta me! Where'd you
park?

RICHIE
I wanted to surprise you, so I parked in
the back and came in through the back door.

SHIRLEY
(still breathing heavy)
Did you lock it?

RICHIE
(eyes shift)
Of course.

SHIRLEY
You sure, Rich?

They walk towards the entertainment room.

INT. ENTERTAINMENT ROOM - CONT'D
Richie jumps on the couch, throws his feet up on the table.

RICHIE
So what are we watching tonight?

SHIRLEY
I don't know, there's nothing On Demand
that we haven't already seen.

She sits down next to him, cuddling up in his arms.

RICHIE
Wanna actually go to the movies?

SHIRLEY
Right. And listen to 12 year olds scream
annoyingly at every loud startling sound
and squeal when Edward Cullen comes on the
screen? No thanks.

RICHIE
C'mon, it might be fun. Plus I wanna show
off my new girl to the town.

SHIRLEY
(smiles)
Really?

RICHIE
Yeah... c'mon.

SHIRLEY
Okay, I'll go grab the newspaper.

Shirley gets up and walks out of the room.

RICHIE
We can just find out showtimes on my
phone, what do we need a paper for?

SHIRLEY
I thought we were being old fashioned?

RICHIE
Your call.

Richie's cell vibrates. He looks at the caller ID: Shirley. Confused, he answer. The operating system announcement comes on again.

RICHIE
You couldn't just shout the showtimes to
me from across the house?

SHIRLEY
No, I thought it'd be more fun this way.
Help me pick out something you wanna see.

RICHIE
Sure, what's playing?

SHIRLEY
Well... to narrow it down, I'll ask you
some questions.

RICHIE
Haha, okay.

GHOSTFACE
WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE?

The voice has changed to the iconic creepy voice from the "Stab" films. Richie just laughs and gets up.

RICHIE
Haha, Shirley, you might not wanna do that.
The police may come busting down your door
for using that app.

GHOSTFACE
Answer the question.

RICHIE
Heh, okay - uh, well... Halloween.

GHOSTFACE
Which one?

RICHIE
Ugh, I don't know, Shirley, I'm just going
along with the theme you've implemented
here.

Shirley comes walking in, newspaper in hand.

SHIRLEY
Okay - Julia Roberts has a new movie out.
You down for a chick flick?

She looks up with a smile at Richie, who is pale white.

RICHIE
How are you -

SHIRLEY
What?

RICHIE
You called me from your phone and -

SHIRLEY
No, I lost my phone like 2 days ago. Is
someone calling you to return it?

RICHIE
(beat)
I don't think so.

Richie puts the phone on speakerphone.

GHOSTFACE
Aw, now I have you both. You two look
so cute together... Richie and Shirley,
sitting in a tree... D - Y - I - N - G.

RICHIE
Who the fuck is this?

GHOSTFACE
Ah, I can see why Shirley likes you - or
maybe it's just that letterman's jacket that
she's never been rich enough to afford
although she's been on the swim team for 3
years. But unfortunately for her, she
should've done track because the skill
she'll need won't be swimming, it'll be
RUNNING!

RICHIE
Alright pal, I'm calling the cops.

GHOSTFACE
You're already too late...

THUD - from upstairs.

SHIRLEY
Okay, let's go, Rich.

Richie hangs up the phone and they both run to the back door.

EXT. BACK SIDE OF THE MACK'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Richie and Shirley quickly walk to Richie's car and enter. Richie's phone vibrates again once they're inside.

SHIRLEY
Don't answer it.

He listens and tries to turn on the car - it's dead. His phone beeps with a text tone. He looks at it: "that won't help you."

SHIRLEY
What does it say?

THE BATTERY SMASHES AGAINST THE FRONT WINDOW. They both duck down and see the battery on the hood of the car.

RICHIE
Okay, just relax, we'll try to -

GHOSTFACE BURSTS THROUGH THE PASSENGER SIDE WINDOW, GRABBING SHIRLEY AND PULLS HER OUT. Richie tries to reach for her but it's too late. He thinks quickly and grabs his baseball bat from the backseat and jumps out of the car while dialing 9-1-1 on his cell phone. He looks around - they can't be seen. He looks towards the large crops AND SEES SHIRLEY'S FEET BEING DRAGGED WITHIN.

RICHIE
Shirley, I'm coming!

Richie sprints towards the field, phone to his ear. The operator comes on.

EMERGENCY OPERATOR
We heard the phone call, we're already on the
way!

RICHIE
I'm pursuing the suspect on foot into the
farm outside of Shirley Mackenzie's house!

EMERGENCY OPERATOR
We do not advise any altercations with the
suspect. Try to remain calm until the
police arrive!

RICHIE
Fuck this!

Richie throws his phone back into his pocket, still looking through the crops for a sign of where the killer and Shirley have gone.

RICHIE
Shirley!

He continues running, crops whizzing passed the screen. Above, dark clouds cover up the moon - erasing any light that he had to see before. He continues running, crops smacking him in the face and running completely blind. HE TRIPS and falls onto his face.

He slowly gets up, dusting himself off down to his legs - he feels something wet. He takes out his phone for light and looks at his hand - blood. He walks back to where he tripped - a rope like substance is pulled across the crops. He looks closer... it's bloody... the soundtrack STINGS. IT'S AN INTESTINE.

His mouth quivers in fear as he bends down, touching it and pulls it in to bring forward whatever it's tied to. OUT COMES SHIRLEY'S GUTTED BODY. He whimpers, holding her in his arms.

RICHIE
(trying to check her pulse)
Shirley! Shirley!

His phone rings - this time he answers. The operating system of the monitored calls is ever so ironic at this point. The police can be heard coming in the background.

RICHIE
You son of a bitch! I'm gonna fucking
kill you!

GHOSTFACE
Oh Richie, you have no idea, do you?
It's amazing how gullible you are... to
not know a fake body when you see it.
But it is dark, so I can't blame you.

Richie realizes he's caressing a plastic doll.

RICHIE
She's alive?

GHOSTFACE
For now... go to the edge of the crops to
the woods...

Police can be heard shouting in the background, coming closer through the crops.

GHOSTFACE
Quietly... without any attention being
drawn to yourself...

Richie looks back for a moment, contimplating whether or not to continue. He drops the doll and runs off deeper into the field. As soon as he leaves, two cops come across the dead doll. One reaches down for a pulse...

COP #1
It's a fake.

COP #2
Fuckin' kids. The lengths they'll go to
for a prank.

COP #1
Halloween's coming up. It's that time
again... what do we do?

COP #2
Bill 'em with a fine... let's get out
of here. This is bullshit.

EXT. WOODS - CONT'D
Richie exits the crops and comes to a woodsy area, phone still to his ear.

RICHIE
Where are you?

GHOSTFACE
This time... I will show you!

FLOOD LIGHTS BEAM ON, REVEALING SHIRLEY TAPED TO A TREE - ALIVE. Richie steps for her on impulse.

GHOSTFACE
Not so fast or I'll make a bigger mess out
of her than I did to life size Barbie!
We're gonna play a little game first...

RICHIE
Why are you doing this?

GHOSTFACE
The why isn't important just yet... the
only thing that matters is if you can
save your precious - Shirley.
(beat)
Drop the bat and kick it over by the
tree.

Richie follows directions swiftly.

GHOSTFACE
Who was the killer in Stab 4?

RICHIE
What? What is this?

GHOSTFACE
Answer the question!

RICHIE
Uh, it was uh... Randy. It was revealed
that he-he-he faked his death. I think.

GHOSTFACE
Good job, Richie. Shirley lives, for now.
Who was the first victim in all of the
Stab franchise?

RICHIE
(jumping at the answer)
Casey! Casey Becker!

GHOSTFACE
(chuckles)
Wrong answer.

RICHIE
Fuck you, it's Casey! That's the only good
scene in all of those movies.

GHOSTFACE
No Rich, I'm afraid you're incorrect.
The first victim was her boyfriend, Steve!
Gutted in a chair on the back patio while
she watched.

RICHIE
Well fuck - I forgot! Nobody remembers that
part.

GHOSTFACE
I assure you... I didn't!

GHOSTFACE APPEARS BEHIND THE TREE AND STABS SHIRLEY IN THE CHEST.

RICHIE
NO!

Richie RUSHES TOWARDS Ghostface at full charge, ready to tackle him. Ghostface kicks up the baseball bat into his hands and SWINGS Richie's legs, CRACKING IT NEARLY IN HALF. Richie falls to the floor, holding his knee in pain. Ghostface grabs him, pulling him underneath Shirley's bleeding out body.

RICHIE
You mother fucker!

GHOSTFACE SWINGS AGAIN AGAINST RICHIE'S HEAD, knocking him back down. Ghostface kneels down, Richie tries to attack but his dizzying state keeps him from doing any damage. Richie tries to just crawl away, Ghostface slowly walking behind him.

GHOSTFACE
We're not done playing our game, Richie!

RICHIE
Fuck you... fuck you!

GHOSTFACE
Your move!

GHOSTFACE STABS RICHIE IN THE BACK, MULTIPLE TIMES UNTIL RICHIE BECOMES IMMOBILE. Ghostface gets back up and looks over at Shirley, also dead.

CUT TO:
EXT. ROAD - MORNING
An older woman drives along the road, the woods surrounding the desolate road. She sips her morning coffee, listening to the AM radio In mid drink, something on the side of the road catches her attention. The glare across her front window becomes a dark red. She pulls over and her jaw is agape in complete utter terror. She gets out of the car, tears falling from her face and the moment she realizes what she sees, she let's out a blood curdling scream!

From her POV, Richie and Shirley's body hang down from the branches with their intestines used as the noose, completely gutted with the rest of their entrails hanging down from every leaveless branch on the Fall trees now painted in their blood with crows pecking at all the various body parts. The echo of the scream scares the birds off.

TITLE SCREEN:
SCREAM 5

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