Scream Page #5

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CASEY:

How do you know his name?

MAN:

Go to the back door and turn on the

porch light -- again.

Casey, terrified, forces herself to move... staggering to

the kitchen... to the glass doors. Her shaky hand finds the

light switch... she hits it. The back yard is lit.

Sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of the backyard is a

big, line backer of a guy, her boyfriend...

STEVE:

tied and gagged. He's been roughed up, but he's alive. CLOSE

ON his eyes... wide in fear... staring at his girlfriend,

pleading with her.

CASEY:

Oh Goddddd...

Casey SCREAMS. Her hand moves to the lock on the door.

MAN:

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Terror rides Casey's face. She's petrified.

CASEY:

Where are you?

MAN:

Guess.

Her eyes search the yard, combing bushes, trees. He could be

anywhere -- anywhere.

CASEY:

(begging)

Please don't hurt him.

MAN:

That all depends on you.

CASEY:

Why are you doing this?

Tears find their way, streaming down Casey's face.

MAN:

I wanna play a game.

CASEY:

No...

MAN:

Then he dies. Right now.

CASEY:

NOOO!

MAN:

Which is it?

A long silence. Casey touches the glass... staring at STEVE...

this big jock of a guy is crying too.

CASEY:

What kind of game?

MAN:

Turn off the light.

Her hand goes to the switch... Steve tugs and pulls at his

straps... as if begging her... his face sweat and tears...

CLICK:

He disappears in the darkness. Casey moves away from the

glass, back toward the living room, unbelieving, horrified.

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