Scream

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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.

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