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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.

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

Listen, asshole...

MAN

(deadly serious)

NO, YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE BITCH. IF YOU

HANG UP ON ME AGAIN I'LL GUT YOU LIKE

A FISH. UNDERSTAND?

Total silence. He has gotten her full attention.

CASEY

Is this some kind of a joke?

MAN

More of a game, really.

Casey eyes the glass doors, then looks up the hallway to the front

doors...moving to it. It's unlocked. She bolts it.

CASEY

I'm two seconds from calling the police.

MAN

They'd never make it in time.

Casey moves her face flush against the door, her eye looking

through the peephole.

ANGLE THROUGH PEEPHOLE.

A distorted view of the front porch. It is empty. She relaxes a

bit, relieved.

CASEY

What do you want?

MAN

(pure evil)

TO SEE WHAT YOUR INSIDES LOOK LIKE.

Casey's jaw drops as total fear storms her face. She hangs up the

phone, throwing it down on a side table when...

THE DOORBELL CHIMES.

Casey leaps out of her skin. She turns to the door as it chimes

again.

CASEY

(calling out)

Who's there?

Another CHIME. She moves to it.

CASEY

(louder)

Who's there?

No answer. Fuck this. It's time for the police. She goes for

the portable phone. Just as she picks it up...

IT RINGS.

Casey almost drops it, losing her breath...

She brings it to her ear with trembling hands, saying

nothing...listening, waiting...

A long silence. And then.

MAN

You should never say "Who's there?".

Don't you watch scary movies? It's a

death wish.

Casey clutches the wall, nearly collapsing. She tries her

damndest to hang tough.

CASEY

Look, enough is enough. You had your fun

now you better leave me alone or else.

MAN

Or else what?

CLOSE ON her face, her mind thinking, calculating...

CASEY

My boyfriend will be here any second and

he'll be pissed when I tell him...

MAN

I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.

Busted. She holds steady.

CASEY

I lied. I do have a boyfriend and he'll

be here any second and your ass better

be gone.

MAN

Sure...

CASEY

I swear it. And he's big and plays

football and will beat the shit out

of you.

MAN

I'm getting scared.

CASEY

I'm telling you the truth.

I lied before...

MAN

I believe you...

CASEY

So you better leave.

MAN

His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?

Silence. Casey buckles at the knees, losing it.

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.

MAN

Here's how we play. I ask a question. If

you get it right-Steve lives.

Three curtainless windows line one wall. Casey crouches down

behind the couch, tipping a lamp cord from it's socket, darkening

the room. Her body quivers.

CASEY

Please don't do this...

MAN

Come on. It'll be fun.

CASEY

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.

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