SCREAM (1996) movie script
by Kevin Williamson.
Rewrite, July 31, 1995.
More info about this movie on IMDb.com

FADE IN

ON A RINGING TELEPHONE.

A hand reaches for it, bringing the receiver up to the face
of CASEY BECKER, a young girl, no more than sixteen. A
friendly face with innocent eyes.

        CASEY
    Hello.

        MAN'S VOICE
        (from phone)
    Hello.

Silence.

        CASEY
    Yes.

        MAN
    Who is this?

        CASEY
    Who are you trying to reach?

        MAN
    What number is this?

        CASEY
    What number are you trying to reach?

        MAN
    I don't know.

        CASEY
    I think you have the wrong number.

        MAN
    Do I?

        CASEY
    It happens. Take it easy.

CLICK! She hangs up the phone. The CAMERA PULLS BACK to
reveal Casey in a living room, alone. She moves from the
living room to the kitchen. It's a nice house. Affluent.

The phone RINGS again.

INT. KITCHEN

Casey grabs the portable.

        CASEY
    Hello.

        MAN
    I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.

        CASEY
    So why did you dial it again?

        MAN
    To apologize.

        CASEY
    You're forgiven. Bye now.

        MAN
    Wait, wait, don't hang up.

Casey stands in front of a sliding glass door. It's pitch
black outside.

        CASEY
    What?

        MAN
    I want to talk to you for a second.

        CASEY
    They've got 900 numbers for that. Seeya.

CLICK! Casey hangs up. A grin on her face.

EXT. CASEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING

A big country home with a huge sprawling lawn full of big
oak trees. It sits alone with no neighbors in sight.

The phone RINGS again.

INT. KITCHEN

Popcorn sizzles in a pot on the stove. Casey covers it with
a lid, reaching for the portable phone.

        CASEY
    Hello.

        MAN
    Why don't you want to talk to me?

        CASEY
    Who is this?

        MAN
    You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.

        CASEY
        (shaking the popcorn)
    I don't think so.

        MAN
    What's that noise?

Casey smiles, playing along, innocently.

        CASEY
    Popcorn.

        MAN
    You're making popcorn?

        CASEY
    Uh-huh.

        MAN
    I only eat popcorn at the movies.

        CASEY
    I'm getting ready to watch a video.

        MAN
    Really? What?

        CASEY
    Just some scary movie.

        MAN
    Do you like scary movies?

        CASEY
    Uh-huh.

        MAN
    What's your favorite scary movie?

He's flirting with her. Casey moves away from the stove and
takes a seat at the kitchen counter, directly in front of
the glass door.

        CASEY
    I don't know.

        MAN
    You have to have a favorite.

Casey thinks for second.

        CASEY
    Uh...HALLOWEEN. You know, the one with the
    guy with the white mask who just sorta walks around
    and stalks the baby sitters. What's yours?

        MAN
    Guess.

        CASEY
    Uh...NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET.

        MAN
    Is that the one where the guy had knives
    for fingers?

        CASEY
    Yeah...Freddy Krueger.

        MAN
    Freddy-that's right. I liked that movie.
    It was scary.

        CASEY
    The first one was, but the rest sucked.

        MAN
    So, you gotta boyfriend?

        CASEY
        (giggling)
    Why? You wanna ask me out?

        MAN
    Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?

        CASEY
    No.

        MAN
    You never told me your name.

Casey smiles, twirling her hair.

        CASEY
    Why do you want to know my name?

        MAN
    Because I want to know who I'm looking
    at.

Casey spins around like lightning facing the glass door.

        CASEY
    What did you say?

        MAN
    I want to now who I'm talking to.

        CASEY
    That's not what you said.

        MAN
    What do you think I said?

Casey CLICKS on the outside light. A flood light
illuminates the backyard. Her eyes survey the grounds. But
it's empty. No one's there. She turns the light out.

On the stove, the popcorn POPS.

        CASEY
    I have to go now.

        MAN
    Wait...I thought we were gonna go out.

        CASEY
    Nah, I don't think so...

        MAN
    Don't hang up on me.

        CASEY
    Gotta go.

        MAN
    Don't...

CLICK! Casey hangs up. She checks the glass door making
sure it's locked and then moves to the stove as...

THE PHONE RINGS.

She slides the popcorn from the stove, reaching for the
phone.

        CASEY
    Yes?

        MAN
    I told you not to hang up on me.

        CASEY
    What do you want?

        MAN
    To talk.

        CASEY
    Dial someone else, okay?

        MAN
    You getting scared?

        CASEY
    No-bored.

CLICK. She hangs up. The phone RINGS again. She grabs it.

        CASEY
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    No...please.

        MAN
    It's an easy category. Movie trivia.

        CASEY
        (begging)
    ..please...

        MAN
    I'll even give you a warm up question.

        CASEY
    Don't do this. I can't..

        MAN
    Name the killer in HALLOWEEN.

        CASEY
    No...

        MAN
    Come on. It's you favorite scary movie,
    remember? He had a white mask, he
    stalked the baby-sitters.

Casey goes silent...a nervous wreck...she can barely speak
much less think.

        CASEY
    I don't know...

        MAN
    Come on, yes you do.

        CASEY
    Please..stop...

Casey is SOBBING.

        MAN
    What's his name?

        CASEY
    I can't think.

Casey has officially reached hysteria, petrified beyond all
reality.

        MAN
    Steve's counting on you.

Suddenly...through tears...Godsent...

        CASEY
        (a whisper)
    Michael...Michael Myers.

        MAN
    YES!

Casey SIGHS...relieved.

        MAN
    Now for the real question.

        CASEY
    NOOOO....

        MAN
    But you're doing so well.

        CASEY
    Please go away! Leave us alone!

        MAN
    Then answer the question. Same category.

Casey is a blubbering, wet mass on the floor.

        CASEY
    ..please..no...

        MAN
    Name the killer in FRIDAY THE 13TH.

A mad smile purses Casey's lips. She knows this. She leaps
up, through tears, screaming...

        CASEY
    Jason! Jason!...JASON!

A slight PAUSE.

        MAN
    I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer.

        CASEY
    No it's not. It was Jason.

        MAN
    Afraid not.

        CASEY
    It was Jason. I saw that godamned movie
    twenty times. It was Jason.

        MAN
    Then you should know Jason's MOTHER
    -Mrs.Vorhees was the original killer. Jason
    didn't show up until the sequel.

Casey is stupefied.

        CASEY
    You tricked me...

        MAN
    Lucky, for you there's a bonus round.
    But poor Steve...I'm afraid...he's out.

This implication sends Casey running to the kitchen...to the
glass doors. She flips on the porch lights to see...

STEVE

eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair...his belly gaping
open...a mass of blood and ripped flesh...his insides lay on
the ground between his feet...steam rising.

A SCREAM erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey
collapse on the floor...nearly passing out. CLOSE ON her
face...pale and ghostly white. She SOBS.

        MAN
    Final question. Are you ready?

She doesn't answer. A long, maddening silence. Casey
reaches up and CLICKS off the light, making Steve go
away...wishing, hoping...

        CASEY
    ..leave me alone..please...

        MAN
    Answer the question and I will.

Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking
slowly back and forth.

        MAN
    What door am I at?

        CASEY
    What?

        MAN
    There are two doors to your house. A
    front door and a back one. If you answer
    correctly-you live.

From where Casey sits she can see both front and back doors.
She deliberates...with her last bit of strength she tries to
strategize. Eyeing both, the front door...the back door
trying to decide between the two.

        CASEY
    Don't make me...I can't...I won't.

        MAN
    Your call.

In the darkness, Casey crawls to the kitchen counter-she
leans up and grabs a long, sharp knife.

Casey looks around her...she looks down the hall to the
front door...then turns back to the kitchen glass door as it
suddenly...

SHATTERS TO BITS...

as a lawn chair come flying through it. Exploding glass
sprays everywhere.

This incites Casey like fire. She springs to her
feet...bolting out of the kitchen as a SHADOW moves quickly
through the shattered doorframe.

ANGLE ON CASEY

Somewhere in the house, back flat against a window,
listening to FEET ON CRACKING GLASS. She turns and unlocks
the latch, quietly sliding it up. She can hear him move
through the foyer...to the front door.

Casey lifts herself up and puts her legs through the window.
She holds the knife in one hand, the phone in the other.

Casey eases out the window, fumbling, dropping the knife
back in the house. She starts to reach for it. Fuck it,
she takes off...

EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE

Casey it at the back corner of the house.

        MAN
    I can hear you. I know you're here.

Casey eases along a narrow path between a tall fence and the
side of the house...going for the front yard. She must pass
the three curtainless windows. She gets to the first one
and peeks in...

The FIGURE has pulled open the foyer closet, searching for
her.

Casey creeps along, to the next window, she looks in...the
FIGURE is completely on the other side of the room moving
toward the hall that leads to other parts of the house.

She moves further along the house...squeezing by hedges...to
the third window...she peeks in to the FIGURE...

STARING BACK AT HER...

His face covered with a ghostly white mask, inches from
her...his eyes piercing through...soulless...Casey SCREAMS
BLOODY MURDER as a hand...

CRASHES through the glass window grabbing hold of her
neck...she beats at him trying to free herself...her nails
dig into his arm...she wrenches from side to side...finally
breaking free as the hands disappear inside the house...

EXT. CORNER OF HOUSE

Casey sails around the corner of the house, eyeing the front
door. It remains closed. Her eyes cover the sprawling
country yard when suddenly....

HEADLIGHTS APPEAR

in the distance, coming down the road towards the
house...she recognizes them instantly. Mom...Dad...she
tears off across the yard toward them...moving like
lightning...

The car turns into the driveway...Casey SCREAMS, waving
madly, rushing by a tree as...

THE GHOST MASKED FIGURE APPEARS

Casey stumbles back, catching her balance...the FIGURE moves
on her, arm poised high...a flash of silver...and Casey is
struck, across the chest. She looks down to see her shirt
blossoming red...a look of bewilderment as she drops to one
knee.

The knife rises again...Casey throws her hand forward...the
blade comes down...but it's blocked by the portable phone
still in her hand. She turns staggering to...

EXT. DRIVEWAY

A MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE emerge from the parked car. They move
to the front door completely unaware of what's happening to
their daughter, only feet from them.

EXT. FRONT YARD

Casey stumbles forward...her parents ten feet away...she
opens her mouth to scream but no sound resonates...she is
beyond words...staggering, swaying...the FIGURE moving
behind her.

EXT. FRONT DOOR

Her parents approach the door

        FATHER
    That fish smelled strong.

        MOTHER
    I told you to send it back.

The father discovers the front door ajar. A puzzled look.
Casey is right behind them with one arm outstretched. If
they'd only turn around...

They enter the house and close the door as....

Casey collapses on the ground, clutching her bloody
chest...the FIGURE upon her.

INT. FOYER

The father sees straight back into the kitchen...the
shattered patio door.

        FATHER
    Jesus...

        MOTHER
    What is it? Where's Casey?

        FATHER
        (calling out)
    Casey? Casey?

In a split second they're both panic stricken. The father
begins searching the house frantically. The mother is
hysterical.

EXT. FRONT YARD

CLOSE ON Casey...she's dragged by her feet through damp
soil...the life going fast from her body...her hand still
clutching the phone.

INT. FOYER

Back in the house.

        MOTHER
    Where is she?

        FATHER
    Call the police.

The mother moves to the phone in the foyer, picks it
up...There is no dial tone. She jiggles the base.

        FATHER
        (searching)
    Casey? Where are you honey? Call the
    police, goddammit.

        MOTHER
    The phone's dead.

The...the softest...faintest voice is heard...

        CASEY
        (from phone)
    ..help me...

        MOTHER
    She's here, God, I can hear her.
    Where's my baby?

The husband returns to the foyer finding his wife clinging
to the phone.

        FATHER
    Where is she?

        MOTHER
    I can hear her. Oh Mother of God,
    I can hear her.

The father upturns the living room.

        FATHER
    Casey! Casey!

        MOTHER
    Not my daughter...not my...

The husband grabs hold of his wife.

        FATHER
    Get in the car and drive down to
    the Mackenzie's.

The other throws the front door open and rushes out...the
father moves through the house when a SCREAM echoes out.
That of his wife. He tears off for the front door.

EXT. FRONT DOOR

The father rushes out the door to find his wife, on her
knees, bent over, retching. His eyes move beyond to a tree
in the front yard...his stomach fails him...his dinner
rises...as he bares witness to the single, most horrifying
sight he'll ever see.

That of his only daughter as she hangs from a big oak
tree...strung up...very much dead...her stomach ripped open.

BLACKOUT!

BEGIN MAIN TITLES

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - SAME NIGHT

A teenage girl's room. Neat and pinkish. On the bed,
amongst age-old stuffed animals lie opened school books. The
CAMERA PANS to a desk against the wall where...

SIDNEY PRESCOTT

a young girl of 17, sits, her face glued to the computer
monitor in front of her. CLOSE ON her face. Sharp and
clever with deep, lonely eyes. She's comfortable in a
plain, flannel nightgown.

Her hands are at work, typing feverishly, when suddenly...

CRASH-BOOM

A noise behind her. She turns abruptly, eyeing an open
window across the room. A SCRATCHING sound. She stands and
moves toward it.

EXT. WINDOW

Sidney sticks her head out the window. The late night wind
hits her face as a SHADOW appears just to the left of her, a
hand reaches out, grabs her and suddenly a FIGURE is on top
of her...

INT. BEDROOM

Sid SCREAMS...pulling away from the figure...breaking free,
falling back onto the floor.

        VOICE
        (o.c.)
    Hey...it's just me.

Sid looks up to see...

BILLY LOOMIS

A young, strapping boy of seventeen. Handsome and alluring.
A star quarterback/ class president type of guy. He sports
a smile that could last for days.

        SIDNEY
    Billy? What the...

        BILLY
    I'm sorry. Don't hate me.

        SIDNEY
    What are you doing here?

        BILLY
    You sleep in THAT?

Billy pulls himself through the window.

        SIDNEY
        (whispering)
    My dad's in the other room.

        BILLY
    I'll only stay a sec.

Suddenly...

The bedroom door BURSTS open. The doorknob catches on the
open closet door behind it jamming it, holding it in place.

        VOICE
        (from behind door)
    What's going on in there?

Billy quickly rolls out of sight behind the bed. Sidney
unjams the door to reveal...

MR. PRESCOTT, late 40's, a severe presence. A distracted
man, nervous and pre-occupied.

        MR. PRESCOTT
    Are you okay?

        SIDNEY
    Can you knock?

        MR. PRESCOTT
    I heard screaming.

        SIDNEY
    No you didn't.

        MR. PRESCOTT
    No? Oh, well...I'm hitting the sack. My
    flight leaves first thing in the morning.
    Now the expo runs all weekend so I
    won't be back til Sunday. There's cash
    on the table and I'll be staying at the
    Raleigh Hilton...

        SIDNEY
    ..out at the airport...

        MR. PRESCOTT
    ..so call if you need me.

        SIDNEY
    Got it.

He gives the bedroom a quick once over.

        MR. PRESCOTT
    I coulda swore I heard screaming.

Sidney distracts him, giving him a peck on the cheek.

        SIDNEY
    Have a good trip.

        MR. PRESCOTT
    Sleep tight, sweetie.

He gives her a wink and pulls the door closed. Billy
reappears.

        BILLY
    Close call.

        SIDNEY
    What are you doing here?

Billy takes a flying leap and lands on the bed.

        BILLY
    It just occurred to me that I've never
    snuck through your bedroom window.

        SIDNEY
    Now that it's out of your system.

        BILLY
    And I was home, bored, watching
    television, THE EXORCIST was on
    and it got me thinking of you.

        SIDNEY
    Oh it did?

        BILLY
    Yeah, it was edited for TV. All the good
    stuff was cut out and I started thinking
    about us and how two years ago, we started
    off kinda hot and heavy, a nice solid "R"
    rating on our way to an NC17. And how
    things have changed and, lately, we're just
    sot of...edited for television.

        SIDNEY
    So you thought you could sneak in my
    window and we would have little bump-
    bump.

        BILLY
    No, no. I wouldn't dream of breaking your
    underwear rule. I just thought we might do
    some on top of the clothes stuff.

She snuggles up next to him, planting a kiss on his lips.
Passionate and gentle. He, however, reacts like a shark,
moving on top of her, his hands everywhere as he presses
into her...Sidney breaks away.

        SIDNEY
    Time to go, stud bucket.

Billy sits up. His heart isn't racing...it's POUNDING.

        BILLY
    See what you do to me.

Sweat has popped out all over his forehead, his breathing
heavy.

        SIDNEY
    You know what my dad will do to you?

        BILLY
    I'm g
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        MAN
    That's the original part.

ANGLE THROUGH WINDOW. She can't quite see all of the porch.

        SIDNEY
    Oh yeah? Well I call your bluff.

Sidney goes to the front door. She unlocks the bolt,
unsnags the chain, and pulls the door open...revealing the
front porch...

COMPLETELY EMPTY.

She steps out onto it, phone still in hand. A single light
shines overhead illuminating the porch, but little beyond.
Darkness is all around.

        SIDNEY
    So where are you?

        MAN
    Right here.

Sidney peers out into the darkness past thick shrubs that
grow on either side of the porch.

        SIDNEY
    Can you see me right now?

        MAN
    Uh-huh.

        SIDNEY
    What am I doing?

She sticks her finger up her nose, pretending to pick.
Silence. No answer.

        SIDNEY
    Good try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry.
    Bye now.

        MAN
    If you hang up, you'll die just like your
    mother.

Sidney stops dead in her tracks, speechless.

        MAN
        (deadly)
    Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother
    didn't.

His seriousness unnerves her. Sid flies off the handle.

        SIDNEY
    FUCK YOU! YOU CRETIN!

She hangs up on him. Moves back inside the house. Locks,
chains, and bolts the door when...

A FIGURE COMES LEAPING OUT OF THE HALL CLOSET

rushing her, ramming into her side..the phone flies..the
FIGURE is on top of her as she goes down...SCREAMING...

She looks up to see the FIGURE, darkly dressed with a pale,
distorted face, white and ghostly...a mask.

Her instincts surface and she kicks up with her foot making
the contact with his leg...he topples over...coming right at
her, his hand finding her neck. Suddenly, along, silver
blade appears above her.

Sidney pulls, jerks, twists...finally she lifts her torso
forward knocking the FIGURE off her...sending him reeling
into the living room. Wasting no time, Sidney leaps to her
feet.

She moves to the front door, unlocks it...pulls it open...it
catches on the chain. Shit! She pushes it closed again
looking behind her..the FIGURE has risen, knife in hand.
Sidney pulls on the chain and then-inexplicably turns and...

RUNS UP THE STAIRS. The FIGURE right behind her.

INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING

The FIGURE leaps at Sidney taking hold of her foot, she
grabs madly at the wall...her hands grasp a framed
painting-a quiet country home, subdued colors, done in
oils-she rips it from the wall swinging it behind her...

It catches the FIGURE head on, smashing against his skull,
sending him backwards, tumbling down the stairs. Sidney
races to her bedroom...

INT. BEDROOM

She locks the door shut, the pulls her closet door open,
placing the edge right at the door knob just as...

THE FIGURE POUNDS AGAINST THE BEDROOM DOOR...

ramming it, it rips open, but the closet door catches it in
a crazy vice-like hold.

Sidney grabs the desk phone. It's dead...off the hook
downstairs.

The figure rushes the door several times..the frame
splinters..but won't give.

Sidney is at her computer, she punches at the keypad madly.

CLOSE ON SCREEN AS WORDS APPEAR.

    FAX MODEM

    9-1-1 SEND

The knife slashes through the crack in the door wildly.

ON SCREEN AGAIN

    HELP KILLER

    34 ELM ST

Sidney presses SEND when it occurs to her-all is quiet. The
FIGURE is gone. A fearful silence. She looks around...the
only sound her own rapid, terrified BREATHING.

ON THE SCREEN

    "Stay calm. Police enroute."

Suddenly a NOISE at the window...Sidney looks up to see...

BILLY

her boyfriend, staring at her, surprised.

        SIDNEY
    Oh Billy...Please...God...

        BILLY
    I heard screaming. The door was locked.
    Are you okay...

        SIDNEY
    He's here. He's trying to kill me...

Billy pulls himself through the window. As he does, a small
black object falls from his dark jeans. It hits the floor
as Sidney eyes it...a sleek, compact cellular phone.

Sidney stops in her tracks. Their eyes meet...an eternity.
A SIREN is heard in the distance. Sidney bolts...

        BILLY
    Hey...wait...what's goin..

Billy reaches for her. Sidney unblocks the bedroom door and
tears out of the room.

INT. LANDING

Sidney nearly falls down the stairs...

INT. FOYER

She rips the chain off the door, pulls it open, coming face
to face with a white, ghostly mask.
A massive SCREAM erupts from her gut as...

THE CAMERA PULLS BACK

to find Dewey-Deputy Riley, holding it. Red lights flash,
sirens BLAST vas car after car surrounds the house.

Sidney falls into the safety of Dewey's arms.

EXT. FRONT YARD - MINUTES LATER

The yard is a whirlwind of activity. An ambulance, squad
cars, cops everywhere...

CLOSE ON BILLY'S FACE

as it SMASHES against the hood of a police car. His hands
are being cuffed, his rights being read.

        BILLY
        (screaming)
    I didn't do anything! Sid...where's Sid?
    Ask her, she'll tell ya...

Dewey holds a car door open as Sheriff Burke steps out.

        DEWEY
    We got him, Sheriff. Billy Loomis.

        SHERIFF BURKE
    Hank Loomis' kid? Aw..Jesus...

        DEWEY
    He's her boyfriend.

They approach Billy as he's being placed in a squad car.

        BILLY
    Sheriff...I didn't do it...please, call
    my Dad..please...

The squad car disappears with Billy as another car comes to
a stop in front of the house. Tatum gets out, freaked
beyond belief.

Back to the Sheriff and Dewey as they storm across the yard.

        DEWEY
    I was first to respond.

        SHERIFF BURKE
    What were you doing out here?

        DEWEY
    Drive by patrol.

        SHERIFF BURKE
    How is she?

        DEWEY
    She's tough.

        SHERIFF BURKE
    Have to be. The shit she's gone through.

Across the yard sits Sidney, in the back of an ambulance as
PARAMEDICS check her out.

Sheriff Burke and Riley approach.

        SHERIFF BURKE
    We're seeing a lot of you today.

She tries to smile but fails.

        DEWEY
    You gonna be able to come down to the
    station and talk to us a bit?

        SIDNEY
    ..yeah...

TATUM appears, barreling past an OFFICER.

        TATUM
    What happened? Oh God...

Tatum rushes to her, grabbing hold of her.

        DEWEY
        (to Tatum)
    What are you doing here?

        TATUM
    Oh, God, Sid, I'm sorry I was late.

        DEWEY
    You can't be here, Tatum. This is an
    official crime scene.

        SIDNEY
    It's okay. She was supposed to pick me
    up.

        TATUM
    Her dad's out of town. She's staying
    with us.

        DEWEY
    Does mom know?

        TATUM
    Yes, you doofus.

Two news vans come driving up the street.

        SHERIFF BURKE
    The vultures are coming. Let's get you
    out of here.

EXT. STREET

A big, white news van comes to a stop in front of the house.
The side door slides open and Gale Weathers hops out just in
time to see Sidney being escorted to a squad car.

        GALE
    I'll be damned.

Jumping from the driver's seat is KENNY, Gale's cameraman
and flunky. An earnest young chap on the chubby side.

        KENNY
    What? What?

        GALE
    Jesus! The camera-hurry!

But it's too late. Sidney is as good as gone. Gale sees
Tatum moving quickly to her car.

        GALE
    Excuse me?

Tatum looks up to see Gale Weathers rushing her.

        GALE
    Was that Sidney Prescott they took away?

        TATUM
    I don't know.

Tatum hops in her car, ignoring her.

        GALE
    What happened to her?

        TATUM
    I'm not talking to you.

Tatum's car peels out as Kenny comes running up with his
camera.

        KENNY
    Where'd she go?

Gale spins around, flashing her pearly whites.

        GALE
    Look, Kenny, I know you're about fifty
    pounds overweight but when I say hurry
    please interpret that as...MOVE YOUR
    FAT TUB OF LARD ASS NOW!

Gale moves back to the van leaving Kenny miffed.

INT. POLICE STATION

A small town station. The bull pen is a little square room
with four desks and tonight--it's hopping. Cops everywhere.

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Sidney sits at a desk drinking a cup of water. She wears
the Sheriff's jacket over her shoulders. Dewey approaches.

        SIDNEY
    Did you reach my Dad?

        DEWEY
    You're sure it was the Hilton?

        SIDNEY
    At the airport.

        DEWEY
    He's not registered. Could he have gone
    to another hotel?

        SIDNEY
    I don't know. I guess.

        DEWEY
    We'll find him, Sid. Don't worry.

Sidney stares blankly, numb.

INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE

Billy sits opposite Sheriff Burke. Next to Billy, sits his
father, HANK LOOMIS, an older version of Billy.

        SHERIFF BURKE
    What are you doing with a cellular
    telephone, son?

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