Scream 2 (1997) - full transcript

I hate scary movies. I should be

studying. You know
I got a bio due.

Baby, did I mention that
these tickets were free?

Free.

Sandra Bullock is playing
right down the street.

Nobody wanna pay $7.50
to see some Sandra

Bullock shit...
unless she's naked.

Oh, but you will sit through
a movie called Stab?

It's adrenaline, Maureen.
It's good to be scared.

It's primal. You know
what I'm saying?

No, I'm going to tell
you what it is, okay?



It's a dumb-ass white movie about
some dumb-ass white girls...

getting their white asses
cut the fuck up, okay?

Yeah. I suppose Sandra Bullock
is Miss Ethnicity, right?

Well, no, all I'm saying is that
the horror genre is historical...

for excluding the
African-American element.

When the hell you get your PhD
In Black Cinema, Sister Souljah?

Listen, I read my Entertainment
Weekly, okay? I know my shit.

Yeah, Maureen. I read my
Black Beat, too, homey.

Tonight we're going to
have an all-black movie,

all-black cast, all-black
wardrobe, black eyes...

Everything. Black-eyed
peas. Black cats...

- Crazy.
- Thank you.

- Hi. Here you go.
- What's this?

Stab souvenirs. The
studio sent them.



Hah. And it's white.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Very romantic.

Whoa.

Whoo. Take it off.

Now, why has she got to be naked?

What does that have
to do with the plot

of the story, her
being butt-ass naked?

I don't know about the plot,
but I got a stiff one.

You better loosen up that wrist.

Hello?

Hello.

- Who is this?
- Guess.

- No, really. Who is this?
- Were you expecting somebody?

No.

Bitch, hang the phone up
and Star-69 his ass. Damn.

Who is this? Who would
you like it to be?

I don't like games. Who is this?

Look out back.

Do you see your
boyfriend anywhere?

I don't even have a
boyfriend right now.

Would you like one?

Damn it all. Can I... Give me some
money. I need to get some popcorn.

You got money.

I got my money. I
asked for your money.

What do you say?

Cheap ass.

- Thank you.
- Come on.

Cat got your tongue?

You know, I don't even know you,
and I dislike you already.

Come on.

- Hey, we're sold out.
- Oh, cool.

Hello.

Hi. Can I have a medium popcorn,
no butter, and a small diet Pepsi?

- You got it.
- Thanks.

That's it. I am not
going back in there.

Come on, you chickenshit.
It's just a movie.

No, it's not just a movie.
It's a true story.

All these kids got killed a
couple years ago in California.

- Here's the popcorn.
- Thanks.

I was so scared, I almost
had a heart attack.

Hah. Stab you, man.

Whoa.

- You ass.
- I'm sorry. I had to, baby.

- What are you playing?
- Would you relax?

God. What's wrong with you?

I don't like being scared.
I don't like that.

Baby, it's just a movie.

Besides, scary movies
are great foreplay.

Excuse me?

Let's go see Sandra Bullock.

Oh, no. Sandra started
already. We can stay.

Just stop playing so much.

All right. I got to
go to the bathroom.

See ya inside.

Sorry.

Hello?

I didn't mean it.
I didn't mean it.

I swear. I swear. I'll be good.

Please, don't, Mummy.

I'll tell you. Really.
I'll tell you, Mummy.

Really. I'll tell you
why I did it, Mummy.

Listen, Mummy. Listen, Mummy.

N-N-N-No. No, no, no, no,
no, no. Don't do that.

Move. Move. Go.

Run. Go.

Baby, give it up.

You came back just in time. It
looks like she's about to get it.

Want some popcorn?

See, if that was me, I
would be out of there.

Oh. Here it comes.

Here it comes.

Here it comes. Oh, my God.

Hello?

- Hello?
- Hello, Sidney.

Yes?

What's your favourite scary movie?

- Who is this?
- You tell me.

Cory Gillis, 555-0176.

- Oh, shit.
- Hot flash, Cory...

Shit.

Crank calls are a
criminal offence...

prosecuted under penal code 653-M.

Hope you enjoyed the movie.

Time to change numbers again?

No. It'll die off.

It's opening weekend.
We'll see how it goes.

Okay.

You know, Ron, it's
not an easy thing...

to be accused of a crime
you didn't commit,

particularly one as
heinous as murder.

But how do people treat
you now that they

know the truth about
your innocence?

Most people are cool.

There's some who still keep a safe
distance, which is odd for me,

because I've always been
sort of a people person.

But you were wrongly accused.
You were fully exonerated.

Yeah, well, that and a nickel
will get you a cup of coffee.

Even that's not true any more.

Certainly, with Gale
Weathers' book...

and now the movie...

it's set the record
straight for Cotton Weary.

One would think. But, Gale's...
Gale's been terrific.

Hey. Move your ass,
okay? You're late.

Don't forget about
that martini mixer

tonight at the Delta Lambda Zetas.

I don't think I'm going to
be able to make it, Hal.

What?

Don't even try to bag, okay?
Because you promised me.

A vague promise at best.

Nobody's asking you to join, okay?

It's a party. Free
beer, meet the girls.

Hallie, you know me and
organised religion.

- It's a sorority.
- Worse.

Look, Sid, just lower the
walls for the next few days.

This self-induced isolation
you got going is not healthy.

- I'm fine.
- "I'm fine."

Yes, I know. "I'm
fine" is stretched

tightly across your face.

Check out the news.

The two Windsor College
students were murdered...

last night during a sneak
preview of the new movie Stab.

Police haven't released
any information

except for the victims' names,

but a press conference is
scheduled for later today.

The victims, Maureen
Evans and Phil Stevens,

were both Windsor seniors.

Where's Randy?

He's got Film Theory this morning.

Ended with the brutal
murders of two promising...

Sidney. Sidney.

Sidney, did you know the victims?

Do you feel threatened
by the murders?

No comment.

Do you think there'll
be more murders?

Sidney. Sidney.

What can you tell us
about the victims?

How about the police?

- We just need one statement.
- Please talk to us.

You could say what
happened in that theatre

is a direct result
of the movie itself.

That is so Moral Majority.
You can't blame

real-life violence
on entertainment.

What? Wait a second. Yes, you can.
Don't you even watch the news?

Yeah. Hello. The murderer was
wearing a ghost mask, okay?

Just like in the movie.
It's directly responsible.

No, it's not. Movies are not
responsible for our actions.

It's a classic case of life
imitating art imitating life.

This is not a hypothetical.
It's not about art.

I had Biology with that
girl. This is reality.

Thank you. I agree with you. Let
me tell you about reality, Mickey.

I lived through this. Okay?

Life is life. It doesn't
imitate anything.

Come on, Randy, with
all due respect,

the killer obviously patterned

himself after two
serial killers...

who have been
immortalised on film.

Thank you.

Are you suggesting that someone's
trying to make a real-life sequel?

Stab 2? Who'd want to
do that? Sequels suck.

Oh, please. Please.

By definition alone,
they're inferior films.

Bullshit generalisation.

Many sequels have
surpassed their original.

- Oh, yeah?
- Name one.

Aliens. Far better than the first.

Yeah, well, there's no
accounting for taste.

Thank you. Ridley Scott
rules. Name another.

No. Aliens is a classic, okay?
"Get away from her, you bitch."

I believe the line is
"Stay away from her,

you bitch." It's
film class, right?

Yeah, whatever. You
know what I mean.

Another.

T2.

You've got a hard-on for Cameron.

- Big one.
- Wait a second.

The first Terminator
is historical.

Yeah.

"Sarah Connor?" "Yes."

All right. All right, okay.

The Second Story.

What?

The entire horror genre
was destroyed by sequels.

Hey, I got it, by
the way. I got it.

The Godfather Part II.

Very good. That's the
oscar-winning exception.

All right, that's enough.

That'll be a wrap. The sequel
discussion to be continued.

So, Mr originality, how would
you make it different?

I'd let the geek get the girl.

Three hundred people watched.
Nobody did anything.

They thought it was a publicity
stunt, for Christ's sakes.

And it would have
been a good one too.

- It's starting again, Randy.
- It's not.

A lot of shit happens
at the movies.

People get robbed, shot,
maimed, murdered.

Multiplexes are a very dangerous
place to be these days.

Yeah, and you are
in extreme denial.

And you should be too. This
has nothing to do with us.

Randy, a guy in a ghost mask
hacked up two people...

in a movie theatre
telling our life story.

Coincidence?

You know what happened
at Woodsboro, Randy.

You can't ignore it.

I know, Sid, but I don't
want to go back there again.

Can't we just go back to our
pseudo-quasi-happy existence?

- Hello, Derek. How ya doing?
- Hey, Sid.

- I heard. You weren't in class.
- Yeah, I know.

I skipped. I couldn't take
all the "that's her" looks.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, you got any tricks
for getting me back...

to a pseudo-quasi-happy existence?

- I might just have one for that.
- Yeah?

Oh, yeah? What is it?

That was pretty good.

Get a room.

They're threatening to
what? Are you kidding me?

They'd be stupid to
pull this movie.

With all this free
press, they're going

to have huge numbers this weekend.

It'll break box office records.

Consider it done.

Miss Weathers? Hi. I'm Joel.

I'm Joel. The affiliate sent
me. I'm your new cameraman.

- Yeah. You got experience?
- Huh? Yeah.

I mean, I'm local, but I
shot the bingo finals.

- Great. Great.
- I almost got an award for that.

All right, listen, Joel.
This is how it works.

I point, you shoot.

You stay focussed and fast on your
feet, and we'll get along fine.

You're playing with the
big boys now, you got it?

Got it. Got you covered.
I'm all over it.

Don't worry about a thing.
How hard can it be?

You point and I shoot. I'm there.

Excuse me, Miss Weathers?
Could I have a minute?

- No.
- Just one second.

I know you probably get
this all the time,

but I just wanted to say I am
such a big fan of your work.

I just finished you book.
I couldn't put it down.

Insightful, probing... I just
really, really loved your book.

- Thank you. Thanks.
- Sure.

I'm a writer myself.

I write for the local paper,
for the Post Telegram.

I'm Debbie Salt. I took your
seminar in Chicago last year.

I was the one in the front row
asking all the questions.

Right. I thought you
looked familiar.

Oh, thank you.

Can't wait to see the movie.

You know, you must
be getting quite

a lot of flak on that, right?

I mean, with all the
violence-in-cinema issues.

What is your position going to be?

No comment.

Miss Weathers,
please... I would...

It would be such an
honour for me if I could

just get a quote from
you for my story.

Okay. Begin quote:

Great.

"Your flattering remarks are
both desperate and obvious."

- Ouch.
- End quote.

Gale, what are you doing
here? Do you think

these murders are connected
to Sidney Prescott?

Miss Weathers, what's
your feeling about this?

May I have your attention.

My name is Chief Louis Hartley...

Chief Hartley.

Hi. Gale Weathers, author
of The Woodsboro Murders.

Do you think the killer
will strike again?

We have no evidence that
this is a serial killer.

I'd like to read
from a prepared...

Can you tell us of any
precautions that you're taking?

Well, first of all, we think
it's just an isolated incident,

- and we will be...
- Ladies.

Oh, my God. This is huge.

Do you have any suspects?

Sidney, look. It's Gale Weathers.

What?

Star of the Gale Weathers
press conference,

based on the book
by Gale Weathers.

Soon to be a major motion
picture starring Gale Weathers.

- Be kind. She saved our lives.
- She had calf implants.

Chief Hartley, do you plan
on giving the town a curfew?

I'm going to get closer.

- So that's her?
- Yeah.

Hello, girls. Enjoying yourselves?

Hello, Sister Lois, Sister Murphy.

Hello, pledge. Hi, Sidney.

Hey.

This must be flat-out
hell for you.

- How are you holding up?
- I manage.

It's really weird,
isn't it? To think

this fuss is all because of you.

I mean, not directly, but in some
six-degrees-of-Kevin Bacon way.

Now, Hallie, are you
going to bring your

friend to our little
martini mixer tonight?

- I have a lot of work to do.
- We'll be there.

Oh, good. Because, Sid,
we have our eyes on you.

You hang in there, and if
there's anything we can do...

The Delta Lambdas are very
sensitive to your plight.

- Yeah. Bye.
- Bye.

You going to start to dress
like that once you get in?

That's not going to happen.

The Delta Lambdas are the
biggest bunch of fucking...

Hey. I'm pledging Delta
Lambda, thank you.

Oh, my God.

Who's that?

Dewey?

Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Ah.

- Oh, I was worried about you.
- Yeah?

I heard about what happened
and I was on the next plane.

- Oh.
- Can we talk?

Yeah. Yeah.

Are you okay?

I'm fine, Dewey, or I was.

I mean, things were
okay until now.

But, theatre's going great.

I got my first starring
role. We open in two days.

- That is great.
- Yeah. I'm loving it.

You know, and I've got
some great friends,

and, I'm seeing someone.

Nice guy. Premed. No apparent
psychotic tendencies.

I was just worried.

Look, Sid, if there
is some freaked-out

psycho trying to follow...

in Billy Loomis's footsteps,
you probably already know him.

Or her, or them.

They're probably
already in your life.

They get off on that.

I just want you to
be careful, Sid.

Oh, you... You think I
don't know that, Dewey?

But what am I supposed to do?

Just cut everybody off?
Crawl under a rock? What?

Just watch out. Keep an eye out.

I'm going to talk to Chief
Hartley and the local police.

I'm going to just hang around.

I wanna make sure you're safe,
if that's all right with you.

Yeah. I'd be honoured.

All right, Sid.

Hey.

Hey.

- You okay?
- Huh.

- Who was that guy?
- An old friend.

Deputy Dewey, Woodsboro's
finest. What's he doing here?

He's worried. Our
surrogate big brother.

Nothing like a funeral to
bring a family together.

I'm going to go say hi.

Chief Hartley said the girl
was stabbed seven... Drop it.

Hello, Sidney.

- How are you?
- Hi. What do you want, Gale?

Well, I was hoping I might get
just a few words with you.

- Cotton.
- Hi, Sidney.

Here we are at Windsor College,
where Sidney Prescott...

has just been reunited with Cotton
Weary for the first time...

since she wrongly accused him
of murdering her mother.

- What the hell are you doing?
- We want to know how you feel.

Tell us everything
that's happened,

looking back on the
last two years.

Sidney, I'd just like to say
that I forgive and forget,

and just like you, I'd like to
get back on with my own life.

- Do you have any comments?
- You bitch.

Ah-ah.

Deep breaths. Lot of deep breaths.

Oh, Sidney, share with us, please.

- I'll share with you.
- Okay, okay, okay.

Did you get that on film?

Yes, I got that on film.

Sid? Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Where's she going, Gale? Sidney?

Where's she going?

Gale, I thought we had an official
interview. What's going on?

- She didn't know?
- Man, that was cold.

Hey, you need to check your
conscience at the door, sweetie.

I'm not here to be loved.

Gale, you promised me ten
minutes of national coverage.

You'll get your ten minutes when
I get my goddamn interview.

Don't walk away from
me, Gale. I'm still...

Gale, I did my part.

Joel.

Dewey.

What are you doing here?

Why don't you just
leave her alone?

Hasn't she been through enough?

And my name is Dwight.

I was just doing my job, Dwight.

No matter who gets
hurt in the process?

Hey. Who got punched
here... again?

Well, I don't condone violence,
but maybe you deserved it.

"Deputy Dewey filled the room...

with his Barney
Fife-ish presence."

You read my book.

Oh, yes, I do read, Miss Weathers.

Oh, Dewey, don't take
it so seriously.

It's a character in a book.

Page 41:

"Deputy Dewey oozed
with inexperience."

Don't you think you're
overreacting just a little bit?

No. What I think is that
you're a money-hungry,

fame-seeking and,
forgive me for saying,

mediocre writer who's
got a cold storage

shed where her heart should be.

No offence intended.

Dewey, I never meant to imply...

How do you know that my
dimwitted inexperience...

isn't merely a subtle
form of manipulation

used to lower people's
expectations,

thereby enhancing my
ability to effectively

manoeuvre within any
given situation?

I'm sorry.

I don't know what else to say...

except I'm sorry.

No. I'm the one that's sorry.

I misjudged you.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have some oozing to do.

One more thing.

Nice streaks.

Well.

Hey, I am not a sorority pusher.

I just think, despite
its trivialities,

it is a life-affirming, mentally

stable, healthy
environment for you.

I mean, look at this place.

I think you're taking
your psych major

a little too seriously, Hallie.

I'm fine.

Yeah? That's beginning to
become your theme song.

"I'm fine." Yeah... Fucked up,
insecure, neurotic and emotional.

Sidney, you made it.

Hi. No, I really mean that.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Do you girls want a drink?

Well, actually, yeah, but you know
what? We'll get it ourselves.

I love those guys. Are
they still together?

I haven't seen it in,
like, three weeks.

- No, they broke up again.
- Really?

Sarah found out that
Bailey slept with Gwen.

She dumped him, like,
two episodes ago.

I wish she'd get
her shit together.

Hold on. Someone's calling.

Omega Beta Zeta.

Hello?

- Yes?
- Who is this?

- Cici. Who's this?
- Who do you think?

Ted? Where are you?

Are you drinking? Hold on.

Ted's on the other line. He
sounds drunk. I'll call you back.

That shit only calls
you when he's drunk.

- Don't go over there, Cici.
- All right. I'll call you back.

Okay, Ted. You sound
loaded. What's up?

Who's Ted?

Oh, I'm sorry. My bad.

I thought you were someone else.

That's okay. I am.

Who are you calling
for? Nobody's here.

Where is everybody?

We're cosponsoring the acid rain
mixer at Phi Gamma Alpha tonight.

- Why aren't you there?
- I'm "sober sister."

I need to be here in case a drunk
sister calls and needs a ride.

That's too bad.

"Drink with your brain."
That's our motto.

- Who are you calling for?
- What if I said you?

- What if I said goodbye?
- Why would you want to do that?

Why do you always answer a
question with a question?

I'm inquisitive.

Yeah, and I'm impatient.
Do you want

to leave a message for someone?

Do you want to die tonight, Cici?

Omega Beta Zeta.

So, was it Teddy?

No. It was some creep
asshole trying to scare me.

That movie Stab is
bringing out the crazies.

- Shit.
- What is it?

- I heard a noise.
- Where?

Upstairs.

Shit.

Hello? Hello?

Kill, kill, kill,
kill, kill, kill.

- Die, die, die, die, die.
- Stop it.

I can't believe you're
alone in that house.

I don't think I'm alone.

I'm out of here.

You're breaking up. Where are you?

- Outside.
- Don't panic, Cici.

- Call campus security.
- Okay.

Campus Security.

Hi. I'm calling from
the omega Beta...

I can't hear you. Hello?

Hello?

- Can you hear me now?
- Hello?

Hello? Shit.

- Campus Security.
- Yes. I'm calling from...

I can't hear you. Hello?

I'm calling from the
omega Beta Zeta house.

Look, someone is harassing me.

Hello? Shit.

Hey.

- Jesus, Dawnie, you scared me.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Did anyone call for me?

- What are you doing here?
- I live here, remember?

I just thought you were
going to the mixer.

Yeah, I am. I had to change,
so I'll be out of here now.

Omega Beta Zeta.

- Is Cici there?
- Who's calling?

It's Ted.

It's your ill-conceived boyfriend.

Okay, so, I'll see you later.

And don't forget to set the alarm.

Bye.

Hello, Ted.

You wish it was Ted. Don't
forget to set the alarm.

Hello?

No. Please, no.

No.

Everyone thinks that sororities
are just about blow jobs.

But it's not true.

We only promote safe, condom sex.

See, we're about love,
respect and responsibility.

Harmonica style is okay, right?

- Oh, yeah.
- Cocktail?

What took you so long?

And you know, Derek is a
Delta Lambda big brother.

And we like to keep
it all in the family.

Wow. You know, you
girls have really

given me a lot to think about.

Thanks.

It's working. It's working.

- Hey, babe. You wanna dance?
- Oh, I'd love to...

with that tall, wide-shouldered
fraternity boy.

- Think you can arrange that?
- That hurts.

- Go away.
- The Empire Strikes Back.

- Better story, improved effects.
- Not a sequel.

Part of a trilogy.
Completely planned.

I like those little furry things.

They're Ewoks. They blow.

Hey.

- How ya doing?
- Good.

- Twits being nice to you?
- Painfully nice.

I take it you will not be
pledging Delta Lambda Zeta.

I think not.

- I'm crushed.
- Hey, guys.

Something is up at
omega Beta Zeta.

- Police are everywhere.
- Hurry.

Come on, let's go.

- Way to break up the party.
- Shit.

I should have brought my drink.

Death by blunt trauma, and
there's a double stabbing.

So it's definitely not suicide.

Okay. Thank you.

Gale, hi. You're just getting
here. It's not good.

It's a single victim.
Sorority girl.

So... I got to go.
I've got a deadline.

- Joel, let's go.
- In-In a minute.

It's happening again, isn't it?

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Please, stay back.

Better hurry, Gale.
Might get scooped.

Come on, I'm just trying to get
close enough to get a shot.

Move it, Joel.

Gale, I have to be honest with
you. I'm not cut out for this.

I mean, I was brought
here to do an

interview, not Faces of Death 14.

Do not fuck with me.

Come on. Get your jacket.

Let's get you home.

Yeah.

You about ready?

Almost.

- Hello?
- Hello, Sidney.

Remember me?

- What do you want?
- I want you. It's show time.

Then why don't you show your
face, you fucking coward.

My pleasure.

Derek.

Sid? Sid?

Derek.

Sid?

Sid.

It's me. It's me.

- You okay? You okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.

No, Derek. Don't.

Sid.

Dewey.

The killer's in there. And Derek.

- You all right?
- He went that way.

Sidney, he's in here.

Is everything okay?

He got me. He got me.

- Now, apply pressure to it.
- Don't do that...

The police are on their way.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Hallie, I'll be with you
in a few minutes, okay?

No problem.

That's the easiest interrogation
of my crime-filled life.

I'm going to go get a quick
cup of coffee. You want?

No.

You want some, Sid?

How you doing? You all right?

Not at all.

You know, I knew this was coming.

- I knew this wasn't over.
- You are not alone, Sid.

Okay? We are all here for you.

All right? Whatever you need.

- That poor girl.
- I know.

It's crazy, but...

Derek could've been
killed, you know.

But he wasn't.

He's fine.

He just needs to realise the
'90s is no time to play hero.

Why would anyone go back
in that house anyway?

I went around to the back of the
house and ran into Sid there.

That's when she told me the killer
was inside, so I went in to see.

You're lucky there's
no nerve damage.

You're going to have to
take it easy though.

So then you went back
inside the house? Yeah.

No struggle? He just
cut you and ran away?

- You're lucky he didn't kill you.
- Yeah, it's awfully convenient.

- Say what?
- Nothing.

It's just a shame he
got away so easily.

It's just a shame you
got there too late,

right after he disappeared.

Yeah, it is.

We got three victims.

Maureen Evans, Phil Stevens...

and Cici Cooper.

- Is Cici the girl's real name?
- Oh, no.

It's, Casey. Casey Cooper.

As in Casey Becker?

Excuse me?

She was a young
victim in Woodsboro.

As well as her boyfriend,
Steven Orth.

As in Phil Stevens.

Maureen Evans... Maureen Prescott.
That's Sidney's mother.

Do you think someone's trying
to duplicate Woodsboro?

It looks like it.

I think you have a copycat
on your hands, Chief.

Jesus Christ.

What are you doing
to keep Sidney safe?

I got my two best
detectives guarding her.

Do these guys have to follow
you around everywhere?

Oh. We're attached at the hip.

How am I ever going
to get you alone?

You know, to be honest, Derek,

I think it would probably be
in your best interest to...

stay as far away
from me as possible.

I hope that was an
off-the-cuff remark...

that holds no subtext whatsoever.

No, actually. I mean it.

I mean, look at you.
You already got hurt.

I don't want to see
that happen again.

I'll take my chances.

Derek, I'm serious.

This is serious.

You are concerned with my
personal well-being and...

not with trusting me
or anything, right?

Like I said, I just don't
want to see you get hurt.

And I don't want to
see you get hurt.

Okay, Sid?

- Take care, Miss Weathers.
- All right.

- Dewey.
- Chief.

Hi.

So, I'm heading over to admissions
to do some leg work. You game?

I'm not here to write a
book, Miss Weathers.

I'm here to help Sid.

I want to help her, too.

And help myself, of course.

Come on, Dewey. Smile
just once. Please?

I'll smile when I
catch the killer.

Gale, hi. So who do
you think did it?

What about Sidney's father? Has
he been ruled out as a suspect?

Well, he's supposedly out
of the country on business,

but that sounds a little
fishy, don't you think?

I'm not here to do
your job, Miss Salt.

What about this ex-cop, Dewey?

Kind of strange that he showed up.

Yeah, what's he doing here?

Dewey's a good guy,
unlike some of us.

Really?

Well, it just seems
that if the killer

is repeating what
happened in Woodsboro,

it's quite possible
that the killer

could be from Woodsboro,
that's all.

Derek, you think Sid will let me
interview her for my documentary?

Oh, yeah. You know,
she turned down

Primetime Live,
20/20 and Dateline.

- But for you, yeah.
- Drop it.

I've been thinking about
this whole murder thing.

- Have they checked out Randy?
- What?

I know he's an innocent
victim the first

time around, but
he's a little off.

You know what I'm saying?

Come on. Randy? The
guy's harmless.

That's what they
said about Dahmer.

Guys, keep it down.

Come on. What's up, Sid?

- Hey, Sid.
- How's it going?

Where are the Secret Service guys?

Over there.

And which one is Kevin Costner?

The one on the right
is officer Richards.

He is a Capricorn.
Divorced. Father of two.

The one on the left is Officer
Andrews. He is a Gemini.

He's single, but I think he's gay.

Really?

Derek? Penny for your thoughts.

"This morning, I woke
up with this feeling...

I didn't know how to deal with."

"And so I just decided to myself,

I'd hide it to myself."

What is he doing?

Tom Cruise, Top Gun, 1986.

Derek, don't.

♪ When you walked
into the room ♪

- ♪ I think I love you ♪

- Don't do this.

♪ I think I love you isn't
that what life is made of ♪

♪ And though it
worries me to say ♪

♪ I've never felt this way, hey ♪

♪ I think I love you so
what am I so afraid of ♪

♪ I'm afraid that I'm not sure
of a love there is no cure for ♪

♪ I think I love you isn't
that what life is made of ♪

♪ And though it
worries me to say ♪

♪ I've never felt this way ♪

♪ Believe me you really
don't have to worry ♪

♪ I only wanna make you happy ♪

♪ And if you say "hey, go away" ♪

♪ I will but I think
better still ♪

♪ I better stick
around and love you ♪

♪ Do you think I have a case
let me ask you to your face ♪

♪ Do you really love
me because I think ♪

♪ I love you ♪

Let's show a little love, huh?

Come on. Come here, come here.

Don't worry, Sid. I know
things are a little crazy.

Isn't that a big frat faux pas?

Oh, yeah. That is a big no-no.

See, you're not supposed to give
your Greek letters to your girl...

no shape, way or form.

The brothers are going to kick
his ass, but it's tradition.

- It's tradition.
- It's good luck.

It'll protect you.

So, tell us about this part
you're getting rave reviews for.

Well, I play this young
girl, Sidney Prescott,

who discovers that her boyfriend
is this crazy serial killer...

who also killed her mother
the year before that.

So what kind of research
did you do for the part?

I don't get it. They get
Tori Spelling to play Sid,

and they cast Joe Blow
Nobody to play me.

At least you get David Schwimmer.

I get the guy who drove Jane
Seymour's stagecoach...

for one episode of Doctor Quinn.

This is Tori Spelling starring
in the new film Stab.

Billy, you scared me.

What are you doing here?

They let me go, Sid.
I didn't do it.

- I'm innocent.
- I know.

- Please.
- Why won't you let me touch you?

Look, I've been
going through a lot

lately, Billy. And with my mum...

Sid, I think you need to just
deal with that and move on.

I mean, when my mum left
my dad, I accepted it.

That's the way the cookie
crumbles. Mums leave.

Yeah, your mum left
town. She's not

buried in a cemetery somewhere.

My mum's dead, and she's
never coming back. Ever.

- Stupid.
- Ooh, I love scary movies.

I'll wait for video. Okay,
let's get down to business.

The way I see it, someone's
out to make a sequel.

You know, cash in on all
the movie murder hoopla.

So it's our job to observe
the rules of the sequel.

The body count is always bigger.

The death scenes are always more

elaborate... more
blood, more gore.

Carnage candy. Your core
audience just expects it.

If you want your sequel to become
a franchise, never ever...

How do we find the killer, Randy?
That's what I wanna know.

Oh. Let's look at the suspects.

There's Derek, the obvious
boyfriend. Hello, Billy Loomis.

The guy's premed, and his
pity-me surface wound...

conveniently missed every
major vein and artery.

- So you think it's Derek?
- Not so fast.

Let's assume the killer, or
'ers, has a half a brain.

He's not a Nick At Nite
rerun type of guy.

He wants to break some new ground.

- Right? So forget the boyfriend.
- Right.

- It's tired. Who else do we got?
- There's...

Mickey, the freaky
Tarantino film student.

But if he's a suspect, so
am I. So, let's move on.

Whoa, wait a... Let's not move on.

Maybe you are a suspect.

Well, if I'm a suspect,
you're a suspect.

You have a point.

- Okay, let's move on to...
- Hallie.

- Sid's room-mate?
- Huh.

Serial killers are
typically white males.

That's why it's
perfect. It's sort of

against the rules, but not really.

Mrs Voorhees was a
terrific serial killer.

And there's always room
for Candyman's daughter.

She's sweet. She's deadly.
She's bad for your teeth.

Come on, Randy. These
kids are your friends.

Who do you think's the killer?

- How about Gale Weathers?
- Gale? A killer?

- Why not?
- Well, she is vicious enough.

- She's an opportunist.
- Yeah.

Isn't it conceivable she's
planning her next book?

That's what reporters do,
Dewey. They stage the news.

No. Gale's a lot of things,
but Gale's not a killer.

Just because you're
sweet on her...

No, I'm not.

Please, this is me talking. Randy,

the unrequited love-slave
of Sidney Prescott.

I know all about obsession...

and pain.

You've got your love
scar to prove it.

And so do you.

And what's with that limp anyway?

Because you were
stabbed in the back.

Severed nerve. Look,
Gale's no killer.

Okay, okay. Whatever you say.

But if she's not a
killer, she's a target.

Joel, let's get some
establishing shots.

Gale, can we talk for a sec?

What is it?

Look, I'm a little confused here.

I mean, with your
given track record,

why would you wanna be here
when the killer strikes again?

I mean, granted, I should've read
your book before I took this job.

But I'm reading it
now, and... Whoo.

I read what happened to
your last cameraman.

The guy got gutted. Now, me,

I'm going to do what any
rational human being would do,

which is get the fuck out of here.

First of all, he wasn't gutted. I

made that up. His
throat was slashed.

What are you... Gale,
gutted, slashed...

The guy ain't in
the union no more.

It's a job, Joel.

And like every job,
there's a few drawbacks.

But you're a
professional cameraman.

You've got to act like one.

Yeah, but I wanna report the
news. I don't wanna be the news.

Besides, brothers don't last
long in situations like this.

This is national television.
Think about it.

This is a big chance for you.

The story is monumental. Don't
you wanna be a part of that?

Come on.

I need you. I cannot
do this without you.

Good. Come on.

- Let's get some work done.
- Yeah, let's go get killed.

We've been through this
before. You know what

I think about your
potential as an actress.

I know. I know.

It's just that with,
the murders...

and the movie and my life...

I do know how difficult
it is for you.

Gus, I just... I don't
think I can do it.

The battle for the soul is
fought in the forum of art.

You're a fighter, Sid.
That's why you're

here. That's why
this is your major.

- Yeah, I'm a fighter.
- I didn't hear that.

- I'm a fighter.
- I don't believe you.

I don't.

I'm a fighter.

Okay.

So, at the risk of sounding
like a college drama teacher,

if you've got pain around this
kind of material, use it.

This is your role, Sid.

Cassandra is one of the great
tragic visionaries of literature.

The wars,

the murder, the madness.

She knew she was cursed.

It was her fate, and
she embraced it.

None of us can avoid our
fate, but as an artist...

you can honestly face it...

and fight it.

You're good.

There's no understudy.
I'm desperate.

You can do this.

Okay, everybody. Gather around.
Third Act, one last time.

Cue the music.

All, behold the dreaded
fate of Troy...

that once stood proud and light
upon the hills of Sparta.

Now shrouded in the
deathly smoke of ruin,

her royal children
pitched from her walls,

her people driven
through her ruins.

And now alone in fate's
cruel isolation...

stands Cassandra,

her kingdom, family and friends...

driven to the wind.

No crime against gods or man...

have I committed,

save to speak the truth.

And each hideous vision
born from my mind...

has come to pass.

Troy has fallen,

not by my hand or wish,

but as I foresaw.

So now, fate's vengeful eye...

is fixed...

on me:

Tell us, o Cassandra, where
has the sweetness...

of life gone?

What stays fate's hand
from striking now at thee?

What stays fate's hand from thee?

What stays fate's hand from thee?

What stays fate's hand from thee?

What stays fate's hand from thee?

All right, hold it. Hold it.

Everyone, take five.

Sidney?

Sid. Your escort has arrived.

Derek, how long
have you been here?

I just got here.

Is everything okay?
What's going on?

What happened to Mickey?

We swapped. He had to edit. You
get me instead. What happened?

Derek, don't.

Don't. I just need to be
alone right now, okay?

Being alone is not
the answer, Sid.

Yeah, well, I think it is.

I need some distance.

Well, do I get a say in this?

No.

I guess I'm supposed to
be... understanding.

Yeah.

You got it.

All right. Let's just assume the
killer is repeating Woodsboro...

Yes?

- I have Bob calling.
- I'll have to call you back.

That doesn't explain
Sidney's attack.

Sidney wasn't killed in Woodsboro.

Wasn't for a lack of trying.

The killer's trying to
finish what was started.

- Sid's under protection, right?
- Yeah.

What?

Bob really needs to talk to you...

Tell Bob I'll call him back.

When'd she start smoking?

Ever since those nude
pictures on the internet.

It was just my head. It was
Jennifer Aniston's body.

Anyway, you're
forgetting something.

In Woodsboro, there were more
victims before the homestretch...

Tatum, my cameraman, Himbry...

Time out. I don't
need to be hearing

about no dead
cameramen, all right?

I'm warning you guys. I am a verb
away from vacating these premises.

I'm going to get me some
coffee, doughnuts, Prozac,

see if I can find some crack,
Special K... "X", not Malcolm...

and I'll be back when you guys
start talking about something...

a little more Saved By
The Bell-ish, all right?

- He seems a little shaky.
- Don't worry about him.

If the killer is
following a pattern,

maybe we can figure
out who's next.

I wouldn't follow a
killer's pattern.

We were all involved in Woodsboro.
Could be any one of us.

So what do you wanna
do, bonehead? Sit

here, wait and see who drops next?

Well, I don't know. "Phonehead."

Gale's not here.

I'm not interrupting
anything, am I?

You three look deep in thought.

Have you ever felt a
knife cut through

human flesh and scrape
the bone beneath?

It's him.

- Who?
- The killer.

He can see us.

- Just keep him on the phone.
- What do you want me to say?

I don't know. Just keep him
talking. Come on, Gale.

- Hi.
- What are we doing?

Look for somebody
with a cell phone.

So what's your
favourite scary movie?

You'll never find me.

What do you care? Let
them have their fun.

So, What's up?

What's your favourite scary movie?

Showgirls. Absolutely
frightening. What's yours?

- What's your problem?
- Sorry.

Wait. Let me guess. The
House On Sorority Row?

Dorm That Dripped Blood?
Splatter University?

Graduation Day? Final Exam?

- Am I close?
- Closer than you think.

Too slow, geek. Do
you want to die?

Is that the best you
can do? Because

Billy and Stu were
much more original.

- Gimme that.
- Hey.

- Who's this?
- Who's this?

Gale Weathers, author of
The Woodsboro Murders.

Who?

Come on.

Okay.

He's got to be around
here some place.

He's just playing with us.

White male suspect...
nine o'clock.

- My clock or your clock?
- Your clock.

I'll go around the back.

Why are you even here, Randy?

You'll never be the leading man.

Fuck you.

No matter how hard you try,
you'll never be the hero,

and you'll never,
ever get the girl.

- Wait.
- Shit. Sorry.

- Hey, man...
- Wrong guy, dead boy.

Oh, yeah? Well, let's redirect
a moment, Mr I'm-So-original.

- What's she doing?
- I don't know.

Hey. Ah.

- What just happened?
- What the hell are you doing?

- A citizen's arrest...
- Can I help you?

- Hello? Hello?
- Sorry. Beg your pardon.

Where's your innovation?
Why copycat

two high school
loser-ass dickheads?

Stu was a pussy-ass wet rag.

And Billy Loomis... Billy
Loomis. What the fuck.

Jesus. What a rat looking,
homo-repressed mama's boy.

Why not set your
goals higher, huh?

You wanna be one of
the big boys? Huh?

Manson, Bundy, O.J., Son...

Where's Randy?

I don't know. This
guy just grabbed me.

- I'm okay, Mum.
- I don't see him.

Randy.

Ah.

What's going on?

Yo, man. Who broke my window?

Did your computer just freeze?

You have an instant message,
that's all. Just hit "alt-M."

Yeah, but I'm not signed on.

Someone here in the library. All
the terminals are connected.

- He's here.
- Shit.

Get here away from
the computer. Sid,

it's probably just a sick joke.

- May I see your screen, please.
- Wait right here.

Yeah.

Psst. Sid, you okay?

- Cotton.
- Can we talk for a sec?

This, this isn't a good time.

Come on, Sid. You
sent me to prison.

I did over a year for you.
You can give me two minutes.

Cotton, I'm sorry.
Every day I'm sorry.

I don't know how to
apologise any more.

Don't be sorry.
Sorry-schmarry, Sid. I

have the solution to
all our problems.

What are you talking about?

First of all, forget
Gale Weathers.

She doesn't get it. She
doesn't see the story.

She wouldn't see the story if it

smacked her in the
side of the head.

I mean, have you read that book?
Which brings me to my point.

Who calls me out of the
blue, but Diane Sawyer.

Believe me, I was as
shocked as you are.

She tells me that if you and
I go on the air together,

she will give us the entire hour.

What?

We're talking prime time, Sid.
You, me and Diane Sawyer.

- Cotton, I can't.
- No, no. Look, Sidney.

If this is about money, it's not
like we're not getting paid.

There's $10,000 each, not
to mention what I've

got going on the side
with the 900 number.

Cotton...

I know, I know, I know.
You don't like the press.

I know that, and I respect it.

But-But, Sidney...

It's Diane Sawyer. Hello?

She's a class act.
Sidney, this could

be some very, very heavy exposure.

I'm sorry.

Look, between the
movie and the book...

people know the truth.

Let's get on with our
lives. There's been

enough exposure. Why
would you want any more?

Why? I don't know,
Sidney. I don't know.

Maybe because I fucking
deserve a little exposure?

I mean, come on, Sidney. You
dragged my name through the mud.

Everybody thinks I'm some
kind of psycho killer,

and all I'm asking for is one
fucking Diane Sawyer interview...

to maybe get my side
of the story straight.

Now, I don't think I'm being
unreasonable in that request.

Do you? Honestly?

I'm... sorry, Cotton, but no.

You're sorry.

Yeah, I bet you're
real sorry, Sidney.

Such a good angle,
Sidney. Loveable

and fucked-up Sidney Prescott.

Everybody's favourite
little victim.

- Ow. What are you doing?
- Relax.

Put your hands on
top of your head.

Shut the fuck up.

Jesus. I'm not Billy Loomis. You
killed him. He's dead. Remember?

Run it by me one
more time, will ya?

Why did you attack
Sidney Prescott?

I didn't... There was no attack.

We were talking very heatedly.

Miss Prescott and I...

have a very complicated past.

I didn't think that was a crime.

- No, but homicide is.
- Okay then, book me. Book me.

Okay? Look.

I don't know about homicide,
but you've definitely...

got me for raising my voice
in a public library.

We're dealing with four murders
here. You watch your mouth.

That shouldn't have been Randy.

- It should have been me.
- No.

I should call his mother.

Sid, I already made
that phone call.

Are you okay?

Stop treating me like glass,
Dewey. I'm not going to break.

It's okay to break.

It's not going to happen.

You better hope your
alibi's airtight.

Could I please remind everyone
here that I'm an innocent man.

Don't you watch TV?
Current Edition?

That was a very
insightful programme...

on which it was made abundantly
clear that I'm an innocent man.

So until you find
me standing over a

dead body with a knife in my hand,

I think you better treat me with
the rights and privileges...

accorded to every innocent
citizen in this country.

I don't... Is there...
Is there some

problem with the word "innocent"?

I know. It's a big one. Chief?

- What's going on?
- I have to let him go.

- Why?
- We don't have anything on him.

Sign here.

Gale. Enjoying the show?

- Cops are funny.
- What do you think you're doing?

Waiting for my 15 minutes of fame.

You can understand
that, can't you, Gale?

Don't do anything stupid, Cotton.

Gale, you were so
instrumental in my freedom.

You're not having character
doubts now, are you?

Sidney, if you change your mind...

Come on. Take a hike.

Sorry about that.

What a creep.

They're going to take you
somewhere safe, Sid.

Yeah? Where's that.

I don't know, but I'll
be there with you.

We should get going.

We'll take you by the dorm,
and you can pack some things.

We've issued a campus
lock-in this evening.

No one's allowed out
after dark, okay?

Yeah.

Who's doing this, Dewey?

I mean, if not Cotton, then who?

I don't know, Sid,
but I'll find him.

Any leads, Gale? Do you think
the killer will come after you?

How does it feel to be on
the other side of the news?

There's Cotton. Cotton. Hey.

Are you still a suspect?

It's all been a huge
misunderstanding.

Have you been officially released?

Gale. Hang on one second.

How about a photo?
No? You look great.

How're you holding up, Gale?

Must be scary knowing
somebody's out there

waiting, watching,
enjoying all this.

- How does that make you feel?
- Look, local woman.

I know that you hold me up
as your career template...

and it gives you some sort
of... charge to challenge me.

But give it a rest.

You're right. I'm
sorry. It's my...

It was the wrong time. I'm sorry.

What's going on?

Whoo, let's see. For starters,
they impounded my van.

It's now an official crime
scene, thanks to you.

Here's your footage. Enjoy.

See ya. Wouldn't wanna be ya.

Joel, I need you.

No. No, you need to have
your head examined.

I feel bad, Dewey.

I feel really bad.

I never say that because...

I never feel bad about anything.

But I feel bad now.

Is this just another...

brilliant Gale
Weathers performance?

There are no cameras here. I
just wanna find this fucker.

I really do.

Me too.

Could I give you a hand?

What's in here?

Just some crowd footage
that Joel shot.

Hey, wait a minute.

If the killer really is watching
and relishing every minute,

then he'd be here on
these tapes, right?

- At each crime scene.
- It's worth a look.

It's definitely worth a look.

This way.

Dubbing room. Editorial.

Video archive.

- It's locked.
- Can you pick it?

That would be breaking
and entering.

No shit.

There's got to be a VCR
around here somewhere.

What's in there?

- Now we're getting somewhere.
- Perfect.

Let's start with this one.

- Sorry. Oh.
- Oh.

- Ow.
- I'm sorry.

- Did I hurt you?
- No.

You're a money-hungry,
fame-seeking...

forgive me for saying...
mediocre writer...

who's got a cold storage shed
where her heart should be.

- I didn't mean to imply...
- Listen.

- You're cute when you're angry.
- I was rude.

I was being rude.

Dewey, I'm sorry.

I never meant to hurt you. Hey.

Really.

I should be studying.
You know I got a Bio...

Dewey.

Dewey.

- Sorry.
- That's not my footage.

Outside.

Fuck you.

No matter how hard you try,
you'll never be the hero,

and you'll never,
ever get the girl.

- Sorry.
- Wrong guy, dead boy.

- Stay here.
- Dewey, don't.

Dewey.

There's no one there.

Fuck.

Gale.

Gale?

Gale.

No.

So.

So.

Listen, Sid.

Hey, wait up.

- She's... She's fine.
- I'm her therapist.

Bye, Derek.

Bye.

We better get going.

When this is all over,

I'll still be here.

You. Prepare to die.

- You gave up your letters.
- Oh, man.

I'm not... Guys...

- To Troy. We march.
- Whoo.

This is so romantic.

And so Greek.

Who do you love, baby?

Sidney.

Did you say "my omega
Kappa Beta brothers"?

No, I said Sidney.

So, where are you
taking us, anyway?

If we tell you, we'll
have to kill you.

Don't ask; don't tell.

Help me.

Oh, my God.

Out of the car, you fucker.

Get down back there. Pull
over, you son-of-a-bitch.

I'll blow your fucking head...

- Is he dead?
- I don't think so.

- He's still breathing.
- Oh.

Oh, is he dead?

Oh, God. I think so.

How are you supposed
to get out of here?

We're not. It's a cop car.

Hallie, it's the only
way out. Help me out.

Come on.

We're jammed up against a pole.

Oh, my God.

Oh. Oh, my God.

No, Sid. Don't, Sid.

God, I hate this shit.

Oh, my God. Don't do that again.

Try the window.

Shit.

Get me the fuck out of here, Sid.

I can't. The door's jammed. You
have to go through the front.

- Oh, no fucking way.
- Hallie, do it.

Go on. Hallie, go.

Okay.

Okay, that's right.

Okay. Okay, that's good.

Oh, right through his eye.

Come on.

That's good. Easy. Easy.

He's not going to hurt you.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

- Hallie.
- What?

I wanna know who it is.

Oh, no. Come on, Sid.
Let's just go.

I'm going back.

Look, look. Stupid people go back.

Smart people run. We're
smart people, so

we should just get the
fuck out of here.

Hallie, I'm sick of running.

If we know who it
is, then it's over.

No, we can just get the police.

And when we come back, he'll be
gone. It'll only take a minute.

- I have to do this.
- Sid. No, Sid. Come back.

Sid, come back. Shit.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

- He's gone.
- What?

No.

Gale.

No, no. This isn't
what it looks like.

Get away from me.

I found Dewey. I tried to help
him. I... No, no. Gale, wait.

Gale. Gale, wait. Gale.

Shit.

- You can't miss the street...
- Help me.

- Curfew in full effect.
- Give me the goddamn phone.

I was right in the
middle of a story.

I've got your goddamn story.

What's the matter?

Operator, this is an emergency.
Get me the police.

What's happening?

The killer. It's
Cotton-fucking-Weary.

Cotton Weary?

Hello?

Gus?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello...

Derek?

Oh, God.

Derek?

Derek. Oh, God.

Thank you. Thank God,
Sid. Thought I was

going to be up there
till opening night.

Shit. Who tied these? We
got to get out of here.

The brothers got me, Sid.

He's out there. He killed Hallie.

What are you talking about?

- The killer. He's here.
- Where?

Right here.

- You're fast, Sid.
- Get me down. Hurry.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you. You

really wanna trust your boyfriend?

Don't you know history
repeats itself?

Sid?

Mickey.

Surprise, Sidney.

What the fuck?

Since Derek here
disappeared on my ass,

I been on my own
all fucking night.

- Thanks a lot, partner.
- You motherfucker.

Sid, he's crazy. You know
me better than that.

Come on, Sid. I got
to have a partner.

I couldn't have possibly
done this alone.

- God, Derek.
- Sid.

Oh, no, Sid. Sid. No, no, no, no.

It's okay, Derek. We got her.

You... Sid, he's lying.

Sid. Sid. Untie me.

Sid, untie me.

Boyfriend. Killer.
Boyfriend. Killer.

Sid, the man is lying.
Untie me. Sid.

Untie me. Untie me.

What do you think, Derek? Sidney
experiencing some deja vu?

No. No. I am going
to fucking kill you.

Fucking kill you.
You are dead. Dead.

Derek.

- Sid.
- Derek.

I'm sorry.

I never...

would've... hurt you.

Never.

No.

You should really deal with
your trust issues, Sid.

I mean, poor Derek.
He's completely

innocent. And such a nice boy too.

He's bright and funny
and handsome. Decent

singing voice. And he was
going to be a doctor.

This was just the kind of boy
you'd like to take home to Mum.

- If you had a mum.
- Fuck you.

Oh. So vulgar. Did Billy let
you talk to him this way?

Billy was a sick
fuck, just like you.

No. Billy was a sick fuck who
tried to get away with it.

Mickey is a sick fuck who
wants to get caught. Yeah.

See, I've got my whole
defence planned out.

I'm going to blame the movies.

Pretty cool, huh? It
hasn't been done before.

You see, this is just the
beginning, a prelude to the trial.

That's where the
real fun is because

these days it's all
about the trial.

Can't you see it? The effects
of cinema violence on society.

I'll get Dershowitz or
Cochran to represent me.

Bob Dole on the witness
stand in my defence.

Hell, the Christian
Coalition'll pay my legal fees.

It's airtight, Sid.

I'm an innocent victim.

- You're a psychotic.
- Yeah, well.

That'll be our little secret.

Because people love
a good trial. It's

like theatre. They're
dying for it.

And I've worked hard to give
the audience what they want.

That's what Billy was good at. He

knew... it's all
about... execution.

Yeah? Well, you're forgetting
one thing about Billy Loomis.

What's that?

I fucking killed him.

You piece of shit.

Sid.

You got a Linda
Hamilton thing going.

No, no. It's nice. I like it.

Now, who's doing that?

Could that be... the mystery
guest waiting in the wings?

Told ya I had a partner.

Surprise cameo just for you.

Gale.

Mrs Loomis?

- What?
- Billy's mother.

Nice twist, huh? Didn't
see it coming, did ya?

Jesus.

It can't be. I've
seen pictures of you.

This is 60 pounds and
a lot of work later.

It's called a make-over.
You should try it.

Look a little tired
yourself there, Gale.

- So you two are in this together?
- Yeah, well.

Had to have financing.
Tuition's expensive.

Deb, there... my backer.
We met on the Internet.

Psycho Web site. Classifieds.

There's only an
estimated 97 active

serial killers in the country.

So Mickey, here, was quite a find.
Definitely one on the way up.

All he needed was a little
guidance and nurturing.

As only a mother can do.

Told you it was going to
work. Wait till the trial.

It is going to rock.

Oh, Mickey. There's not
going to be a trial.

Gale.

Two birds, one stone.

Oh, Mickey was a good
boy, but, my God,

that whole
blame-the-movies motive.

Did you buy that for one second?

Poor boy was completely
out of his mind.

- And you're not?
- No. I'm very sane.

My motive isn't as
'90s as Mickey's.

Mine is just good,
old-fashioned revenge.

You killed my son.

And now I kill you. And I can't
think of anything more rational.

You're never going to
get away with this.

Of course I will.

Everything's traceable
back to Mickey.

Including the cop gun he
used to kill everybody.

But let's just suppose that you...

had gotten hold of
the other cop's gun.

And you chased Mickey.
And there was

a big shoot-out and a big scuffle.

And you shot Mickey,
killed Mickey dead.

But not before he got
off one shot at you.

Okay. So, have I
covered everything?

Are there any questions, any
comments? You know what, though?

Who give a flying fuck anyway?

Let them try and track down
the second possible killer.

Debbie Salt doesn't exist.

You're as crazy as your son was.

What did you just say?

Was that a negative, disparaging

remark about my son?
About my Billy?

No, Billy was a good boy.

Billy was perfect. You did
a bang-up job, Mrs Loomis.

It's not wise to patronise a
woman with a gun, Sidney.

Randy spoke poorly of Billy, and
I got a little knife-happy.

I was a good mother.

You know what makes me sick?

I'm sick to death of people saying
that it's all the parents' fault.

That it all starts with the
family. You wanna blame someone?

Why don't you blame your mother?

She's the one who stole my
husband and broke up my family.

And then you took my son.

You don't know what
it is to be a mother.

To raise a child and teach
him... and guide him...

And abandon him.

Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?

Don't you fucking move.

- Goddamn it.
- Cotton.

Okay, okay, okay.
Everybody slow down.

I have had a very, very bad day,

and I would like to know exactly
what the fuck is going on here.

Sidney?

Cotton, meet Billy Loomis' mother.

She's the killer.

What?

- Then who's that?
- The other killer.

- Mickey.
- Okay.

- Look, Cotton...
- Shut up.

So. Hi.

You're, not Debbie Salt, are you?

You're not with the
Post Telegraph.

No, but I can still
help you, Cotton.

Ah-ah-ah.

You don't need her.
Let me kill her.

As long as she's alive, you're
never going to be the lead story.

That's what you really
want, isn't it, Cotton?

If you really wanna
be in the spotlight,

just let me kill her... right now.

Then you're the only
survivor. You're the star.

She sent you to prison for a year.

Personally, I think
it's rather poetic.

No. No, Cotton, don't
you listen to her.

Oh. Well...

It's, quite a predicament
you're in, Sid.

- Cotton...
- I mean, she makes a good point.

Let me think about this.

Maybe you should too.

Betcha that Diane
Sawyer interview's

looking real good right about now.

Huh?

Consider it done.

Wow.

That... was intense.

Hey, Sidney...

Look, I want you to
know that I would

never, ever do
anything to hurt you.

Cotton, give me the gun.

Yeah. Okay. Sure. Take it.

Hey, Sid, we should talk about
exactly what happened here.

You know... I mean,
get our stories

straight for the press statement.

Oh, shit.

Cotton.

Could somebody get me out of here?

Gale. Are you all right?

I been shot. Of course not.

- Help.
- Give me your hand, Gale.

Jesus, you scared
the crap out of me.

Isn't anybody else
down there, is there?

No.

So much for reporting
from the trenches, huh?

- Shut up, Cotton.
- How bad is it?

Just bounced off my ribs.

Geez, Gale, you got
more lives than a cat.

Give me one of those.

Is she dead?

I don't know. They
always come back.

Whoa.

Just in case.

- That about wraps it up, Chief.
- Okay, Frank.

Take it easy. You got
a couple broken ribs.

- Greg, I'm okay.
- Sure.

Hey, Gale. Are you all right?

- Joel.
- I'm back.

You know, I was
thinking maybe we could

get the scoop like
in the old days.

You're Gale Weathers...
at Windsor College.

We got a live one here.

Move it.

Where's Gale?

There room in that one over there?

- Yeah. Watch your back.
- Dewey.

- Let's go.
- Oh, God.

I can't believe you're alive.

- Are you okay?
- Gale.

You hang in there.

Knife went into some
old scar tissue.

Saved his life.

Bye-bye.

I'm coming with you.

- Can you tell us what you saw?
- What happened in there?

Can you tell us how it
feels to be a hero?

Talk to Cotton. He's the
man you want to interview.

He's the hero.

Cotton.

What went on in there?
What happened?

Is it true you're a hero?

- Details, please.
- Look, guys,

no one wants to give you
the story more than I do.

Unfortunately, there
is a time and a place,

and indeed, a price
for everything,

so feel free to call me.

Come on, Cotton.
Tell us something.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

It'll make a hell of
a movie. Thank you.

Scream.

Could be your best friend.
Could be your enemy.

♪ Life's river shall rise ♪

♪ She said ♪

♪ And only the strong
shall survive, she said ♪

♪ But I'm feeling
quite weak she said ♪

♪ Will you comfort and
forgive me, she said ♪

♪ She said she's still searching ♪

♪ For salvation's light ♪

♪ Yet she wishes all day ♪

♪ And then she prays all night ♪

♪ She said she won't
speak of love ♪

♪ Because love she's never known ♪

♪ Well, it's moments like these ♪

♪ When she hates to be alone ♪

♪ Forgive me ♪

♪ She said ♪

♪ I'm sleeping and right in
the middle of a good dream ♪

♪ When all at once I
wake up from something ♪

♪ That keeps knocking
at my brain ♪

♪ Before I go insane I hold
my pillow to my head ♪

♪ And spring up in my bed
screaming out the words I dread ♪

♪ I think I love you ♪

♪ I think I love you so
what am I so afraid of ♪

♪ I'm afraid that I'm not sure
of a love there is no cure for ♪

♪ I think I love you isn't
that what life is made of ♪

♪ Though it worries me to say that
I never felt this way, yeah ♪

♪ Believe me, you really
don't have to worry ♪

♪ I only wanna make you happy and
if you say hey, go away, I will ♪

♪ But I think better still I'd
better stay around and love you ♪

♪ Do you think I have a case
let me ask you to your face ♪

♪ I think I love you ♪

♪ Yeah, I think I love you
so what am I so afraid of ♪

♪ Afraid that I'm not sure of
a love there is no cure for ♪

♪ I think I love you isn't
that what life is made of ♪

♪ Though it worries me to say that
I never felt this way, yeah ♪

♪ I don't know what I'm up against,
I don't know what it's all about ♪

♪ I got so much to
think about yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, I think I love you
so what am I so afraid of ♪

♪ I'm afraid that I'm not sure
of a love there is no cure for ♪

♪ Do you think you love me ♪

♪ I think I love you ♪

♪ I think I love you ♪

♪ Pain goes away I dig a hole ♪

♪ Pain goes away I dig a hole ♪

♪ When it goes away
I'll dig a hole ♪

♪ When it goes away
I'll dig a hole ♪

♪ Running, going out at night ♪

♪ Friends they push and pull you ♪

♪ Burned out ground poor flowers ♪

♪ Spinning, falling out of time ♪

♪ When it goes away
I'll dig a hole ♪

♪ When it goes away
I'll dig a hole ♪

♪ When it goes away
I'll dig a hole ♪

♪ When it goes away
I'll dig a hole ♪

♪ Ia-la-la-la, ooh ♪

♪ I'll dig a hole ♪

♪ Ia-la-la-la, ooh ♪

♪ When it goes away ♪

♪ I'm reminded ♪

♪ Someone thought they knew me ♪

♪ That I hadn't changed at all ♪

♪ Wrapped up in a picture
perfect package ♪

♪ That just stands
up way too tall ♪

♪ Because they see my world ♪

♪ Ooh, through the eyes of sand ♪

♪ You walk in desert, baby,
you're a polished stone ♪

♪ You walk in desert, baby,
you're a polished stone ♪

♪ Ooh, oh ♪

♪ You don't know my world ♪

♪ You don't know my world ♪

♪ You don't know my world ♪

♪ Ah-ah ♪

♪ You walk in the desert ♪

♪ And I walk in the desert ♪

♪ Yeah, I walk in the desert ♪

Scream.

Could be your best friend.
Could be your enemy.

♪ Scream I hear him coming ♪

♪ Scream I hear him coming ♪

♪ I see him coming I
hear him coming, peace ♪

♪ You all be tripping man, the
ghetto got me I know it ♪

♪ I be like eyes open, turning
with both of my toys on him ♪

♪ These daydreams sometimes
turn to nightmares ♪

♪ I be trying to shake it but it
seem to be like right there ♪

♪ I know some homies who made deals
for a short time to live good ♪

♪ But when its all
over you should see ♪

♪ The data that'll put
them out the hood ♪

♪ One, two I'm coming for you ♪

♪ Three, four I'm kicking
up in your door ♪

♪ This whole life it
seem to be a bad dream ♪

♪ Scream as loud as
you want but ain't ♪

♪ Nobody going to
hear your scream ♪

♪ Scream I hear him coming ♪

♪ Scream I hear him coming ♪

♪ Scream I hear him coming ♪

♪ Scream I hear him coming ♪

♪ Scream I hear him coming ♪

♪ I see him coming I
hear him coming ♪