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EXT. ROLLINS HOUSE - NIGHT
A well-manicured suburban house. Two stories and a garage.
There's not a sign of life at this hour of the night except a
lonely light downstairs. Crickets chirp. A cell phone rings
inside the house.

INT. ROLLINS HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

JESSICA ROLLINS (17) sits on the couch watching TV. Nightmare
on Elm Street is playing. A bowl of popcorn sits on the couch
beside her as she munches a handful. The phone rings again.
She grabs the phone from the side table and looks at it.
UNKNOWN CALLER. She taps the screen and raises the phone to
her ear.
JESSICA
Hello?
VOICE
Good evening. Is this...Jessica
Rollins?
She grabs the remote and pauses the TV, leaving Freddy
Kreuger frozen on the screen. She gets up and starts crossing
the room.
JESSICA
Who is this?
VOICE
I'm calling from Netflix. We're
doing short surveys, and I was
wondering if you have a couple
minutes to spare.
Jessica crosses into

INT. ROLLINS HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

A lavish suburban kitchen. Lots of fancy appliances. A big-
ass knife block sits on the kitchen island. Jessica opens the
refrigerator and examines its contents.
JESSICA
And you say you're from Netflix?
VOICE
Unfortunately so.
(BEAT)
Don't tell my boss I said that.
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Jessica pulls a can of soda out of the refrigerator and

closes the door. She crosses the kitchen and starts rummaging
through the cabinets.
JESSICA
Your secret's safe with me...if you
do something for me first. What's
your name?
VOICE
I'm...uh...not able to give that
information out.
Jessica grabs a glass from one of the cabinets and goes back
to the counter.
JESSICA
You know what...I think I would
like to speak to your boss about
that comment you just made.
VOICE
Frank.
JESSICA
What?
VOICE
My name is Frank.
She pours the soda into the glass. Back to the fridge. Now
she grabs a bottle of whiskey kept on top of the fridge.

JESSICA
Okay Frank. Nice to meet you. Now
you said you have some sort of
survey for me?
VOICE
It won't take long. It's only one
question really, and then you can
hang up on me if you want.
JESSICA
Okay.
She puts a heavy pour of whiskey into the glass of soda and
caps the bottle. Puts it back on top of the fridge.
VOICE
What's your favorite scary movie?
She takes a sip of her drink. It's to her satisfaction. She
crosses back into
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INT. ROLLINS HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

JESSICA
I don't really watch scary movies.
Sorry.
She sits down and takes another sip.
VOICE
It looks like you're watching
Nightmare on Elm Street right now.
She scans the room. Of course there's NOBODY there. She is
home alone. She shoots a glance over her shoulder.
JESSICA
How do you know that?
VOICE
I told you...I'm from Netflix. I
can see what you're watching.
Shoo...what a relief! Then she realizes something...
JESSICA
I'm not watching that on Netflix.
It's on cable.
She taps the screen and throws the phone onto the couch.
Pulls back the front window curtains and scans the yard.
NOBODY. She goes to the side window and does the same.
SUDDENLY HER CELL PHONE RINGS. She approaches it and looks
down at the screen. It says JASON is calling. She scoops up
the phone and taps the screen.
JESSICA (CONT'D)
Jason?
JASON
Hey babe. What's up?
JESSICA
I just got a super-creepy call.
Someone claiming to be from Netflix
called. They knew what I was
watching.
JASON
C'mon babe...of course they know
what you're watching! It's Netflix.
JESSICA
I was watching it on cable!
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JASON
Who the hell has cable anymore?
Everyone's cutting the cord these
days.
JESSICA
My parents are old-school.
Look...it doesn't matter. Can you
please come over?
JASON
You mean like right now?
JESSICA
No, I mean like after I'm fucking
butchered. Yes, now.
She sits down. Keeps throwing paranoid glances around the
room.
JASON
It's probably just a prank. You
know...maybe Drew or Katie went
peeking in your windows and decided
to mess with you. It's really...
The phone beeps. Jessica looks at the screen. The phone reads
that the call ended. Did he hang up? Lose signal? Who knows.
Somewhere in the house a floorboard creaks. Jessica throws
more paranoid glances around the room.
JESSICA
Hello? Who's there?
No response. She gets up and bolts into

INT. ROLLINS HOUSE - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS

She grabs a knife from the knife block on the island.
JESSICA
I've got a fucking knife, you
fucking wacko.
GLASS SHATTERS IN THE LIVING ROOM. Jessica peeks around the
corner into the living room and sees that her glass of spiked
soda is on the floor in pieces. There's NOBODY to be seen.
SUDDENLY THE PHONE RINGS AGAIN. She crosses back over into
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INT. ROLLINS HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

She approaches the phone. Holds the knife in front of her in
case anyone tries jumping out. Looks down at the phone.
UNKNOWN CALLER. Nope, no way. She starts back towards the
kitchen when SUDDENLY THE TV COMES UNPAUSED. Freddy Kreuger
springs back to life on the screen. Jessica just about jumps
out of her skin, dropping the knife. She looks on the couch
for the remote, but it's nowhere to be seen. THE PHONE
CONTINUES RINGING. She bends over and scoops up the knife
before finally grabbing the phone. She taps the screen.
JESSICA
What do you want?!
VOICE
I wanna see how you sound when you
die.
GLASS SHATTERS. Jessica looks up. A window on the second
floor?
JESSICA
Fuck you asshole.
She throws the phone down. Does the smart thing, the thing
we'd never expect. Instead of going to the front door, she
opens the side yard window and crawls through into

EXT. ROLLINS HOUSE - SIDE YARD - CONTINUOUS

She starts to cross the distance towards the next house. She
keeps glancing back over her shoulder, but there's NOBODY.
The neighbor's house is close now.
JESSICA
HELP! HELP!
As she passes a thick tree trunk on the property line,
GHOSTFACE SUDDENLY JUMPS OUT. He goes to stab her with the
buck knife, but she raises her arm. The blade digs deep into
her arm. She lets out a scream. Turns and runs back towards
her own house, knife still lodged into her arm. She gets to
the front door and tries to open it. Fuck, it's locked! She
turns back to see...NOBODY. She looks at her arm. It hurts
like hell. Blood is coming out fast.
JESSICA (CONT'D)
Fuck!
She looks around. Coast looks clear. She starts to sneak back
towards the window she left open.
 6.

JESSICA (CONT'D)
(whispering to self)
C'mon Jess...stay conscious. Get to
the phone. Call 911.
She rounds the corner of the house and looks in the open
window. Coast is clear. She starts to crawl back through the
window and into

INT. ROLLINS HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Jessica falls into the room, shoving the knife further into
her arm. She lets out a scream of intense pain.
JESSICA
FUCK!!!
She crawls on all fours over to the couch and grabs the cell
phone. She looks at it. Looks around the room in a panic.
It's not her phone. She just grabbed the TV remote. She
tosses it across the room. Uses the couch to push herself
back up to her feet. Screams again. More pain. About to feint
when SUDDENLY A PHONE RINGS. She follows the sound of the
phone ringing into

INT. ROLLINS HOUSE - ENTRY - CONTINUOUS

The ringing is coming from upstairs. Fuck that. She unlocks
the front door and swings it open to find...NOBODY. Thank
God. She stumbles out.

EXT. ROLLINS HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

The RINGING PHONE can still be heard. The sound moves as the
phone lands in the front yard. She looks up. Whoever it is,
they're upstairs. Yes! She sprints towards the phone and
scoops it up. Looks at the screen. UNKNOWN CALLER. She taps
the screen.
JESSICA
(in pain)
Go fuck yourself. You gave yourself
away. You're upstairs.
VOICE
How do you know I'm just one
person?
Fuck. She didn't consider that. Scans the yard. NOBODY.
 7.

VOICE (CONT'D)
Bitch, I don't need anyone to help
me skin you alive.
SUDDENLY GHOSTFACE BUSTS OUT THE FRONT DOOR. He holds another
buck knife up high as he charges towards her. She tries to
run away. She trips. Goes down hard. Fuck, that hurt. She
tries crawling, but Ghostface continues closing the distance.
He swings the buck knife down into her back. She lets out
another scream of intense pain. Ghostface flips her around.
Straddles her body. Raises the buck knife high with both
hands. SLAMS it down, driving it straight into her skull. The
life drains out of her eyes. Her movement ceases. Ghostface
gets up. Pulls both buck knives out of her body. Runs off
into the darkness of the night.