BAM! Vince's fist collides with the side of Dewey's head. Dewey drops. But Vince doesn't stop there. He PUMMELS Dewey as Chad tries unsuccessfully to pull him off

BARTENDER (O.S.)

Cops are on their way, Vince!

Vince looks over to see the Bartender holding a phone.

Reluctantly gets off Dewey, eye-fucking Chad the whole time.

VINCE

See you around, Liv.

EXT. CORNER POCKET - CONTINUOUS

Vince stumbles to the side of the building and takes a leak on the wall. Part necessity, mostly spite.

VINCE

Fuuuuuuck this barrrrrrrrrr!

A shape passes behind him.

Vince shakes it off, zips up and walks to his pick-up. Gets in, angrily slams the door and revs his engine.

I/E. VINCE'S TRUCK/COUNTRY ROAD - LATER

Vince speeds down a country road. A THWAPPING sound. The truck's pulling left. What the fuck?

VINCE Motherfucker...

He pulls over. WIDE OPEN FIELDS on both sides of the road...

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - CONTINUOUS

Vince finds his right rear tire is FLAT. A KNIFE sticking out of it. Vince, livid

VINCE

Riley, you piece of shit.

Vince goes to the covered truck bed, about to open the tailgate when he pauses. Vince's an idiot, but even idiots know that masked killers jump out of things like truck beds.

He girds himself... pops the latch, opens the gate...

Nothing. He exhales. Takes out the spare and the jack.

TIME CUT TO Vince as he raises the truck with the jack. CRANK. CRANK. CRANK. About to tackle the first lug nut when he hears it: DRIP. DRIP. DRIP...?

Vince squats down. It's BRAKE FLUID leaking from a cut line.

VINCE (CONT'D) FUCK!

Vince retrieves his tool box from the bed and SHIMMIES UNDER THE TRUCK. Rummages for tape for an emergency temp fix...

VINCE (CONT'D)

So fucking dead. Try and kill me? I will fuck you the fuck up.

And then... FOOTSTEPS crunching gravel on the shoulder of the road. But from where? There haven't been any cars. Nothing but empty space for as far as the eye can see.

VINCE (CONT'D) Who's there?

Black, muddy boots appear in Vince's field of vision.

VINCE (CONT'D)

You can fuck off, I got this!

But the booted individual does not fuck off. Rather, the fringes of a Ghostface robe descend into view.

VINCE (CONT'D)

I said-

SHUNK. A butcher knife sinks into the flesh of Vince's thigh! He screams and tucks his legs under the truck!

VINCE (CONT'D)

I'll fucking kill you, Riley!

Vince scrabbles to the other side, starts to slide out -- SLASH! A deep gash appears on his forearm. He yelps and retreats under the truck again.

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