Scream 3 (2000) - full transcript
A new film is currently in production, and a killer is on the loose. The murders draw a reporter, ex-cop, and young woman to the set of the movie inspired by their life. They soon find out that they are dealing with a trilogy, and in a trilogy...anything can happen.
Moving onto the Hollywood Freeway,
we have a multiple vehicle...
multiple injury accident.
An absolute mess from Vine
Street to the valley.
If you're in it,
expect a long commute.
If you're not, seek
alternate routes.
If Dan doesn't want
to do a daily rate,
we can talk about a weekly rate.
But I'm telling you right now,
I'm not going below a million.
I mean, think about it. I'm
risking my reputation...
as the host of this
country's number-one...
nationally syndicated
talk show to do
a cameo in some cheap
slasher flick.
I mean, why can't these guys
write me a fucking decent part?
You know? I lived through
the fucking thing.
By the way, did you talk to Cathy
about that Navy SEAL script?
Hang on a sec.
- Hello?
- Hello?
- Who's this?
- Who's this?
- Who are you calling?
- Oh. You know what?
I'm sorry. I have
the wrong number.
That's okay.
Wait a minute. I know your voice.
You sound a lot like that
guy on TV. Cotton Weary.
- I do, huh?
- Yeah.
I think he's got a
really sexy voice.
- Well, thank you.
- Wait a minute.
You are Cotton, aren't
you? Oh, my God.
I am talking to Cotton Weary.
I can't believe this.
You got me. Look, I've got
someone on the other line.
Can you hold on one second?
I'll be right back, I promise.
Yeah.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
Andrea, I got to call you back.
Someone's on the other line.
So, you a big 100% Cotton fan?
Yeah. One hundred and ten percent.
That's very good.
So, why don't you
tell me who you are?
Ooh. You're a naughty boy, Cotton.
Now, what would your
girlfriend say?
What makes you think
I have a girlfriend?
I know you do.
I'm right outside
her bathroom door.
Who is this?
She's in the shower. She's
got a nice little voice.
Let's come in for a closer look.
She's very pretty, Cotton.
A step up from Maureen Prescott.
Speaking of which, let's
play a little game.
Answer right, your
girlfriend lives.
Answer wrong, she dies.
Where's Maureen's
daughter, Sidney?
Who the fuck is this?
Somebody who'd kill to know
where Sidney Prescott is.
One chance, Cotton. You've got
connections. Where is she?
You listen to me,
you fucking psycho.
You lay a finger on Christine...
and I swear to God I'll kill you.
Wrong answer.
No. Wait. Hello? Shit.
- Hey.
- Get out of the way.
- You just hit me.
- Move.
Christine, if you're there,
pick up the phone.
Christine, pick up
the phone. Oh, shit.
You have reached 911. Due
to the volume of calls...
Someone pick up the goddamn
phone. Move out of the way.
Shit. Shit.
Cotton, is that you?
Cotton?
Honey?
Okay, Cotton.
You know I don't like
your Stab games.
- Who is it? Who's there?
- Christine?
Hon, you all right?
I'm home.
Jesus. You scared
the shit out of me.
You're not going to believe
what just happened to me.
What are you talking about?
- Get the hell out of here.
- Okay. Okay, I'm sorry, babe.
I didn't mean to
scare you that bad.
It's me. Come on, open the door.
- What are you doing?
- What?
What the fuck are you doing?
I was... I was just,
you know, trying
to take the game
to the next level.
I'm sorry. Come on,
open the door, Chris.
The game?
- Yeah, the game.
- What are you talking about?
I'm talking about
how much fun it's
going to be to rip
your insides out.
Now, open the fucking
door, Christine.
Oh, my God.
Now you're fucking history, baby.
Christine?
Hon?
The recent epidemic of
road rage in Los Angeles.
Innocent commuters mercilessly
terrorised, even killed...
Chris?
- By these madmen of the freeway.
- Don't mess around, okay?
We're going to make
them confront their
victims face-to-face,
mano a mano...
right here on 100% Cotton.
There is carnage on
our streets. And
remember, it could happen to you.
Tomorrow on 100%
Cotton. Road rage.
L.A. drivers fight back.
The news is next on
channel six with our
exclusive entertainment
report live...
from tonight's celebrity
premiere in Hollywood...
followed by...
Oh, shit.
Chris?
Is that you, babe?
Chris, if you're in there,
open the door. Okay, honey?
Chris? Come on, baby.
Open the door.
Chris. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Jesus.
It's me, Chris.
What are you doing?
Stay back.
Stay back.
- Chris, what's going on, babe?
- You've gone crazy. That's what.
Chris, was somebody in the house?
No. Get back.
Okay, okay, okay.
Just calm down, okay?
- Why do you want to kill me?
- What are you talking about?
Why do you wanna kill me?
Gimme the club. All right,
honey? Gimme the club.
Gimme the club, please.
Christine, get out of the way.
Behind you.
Shit.
It was a simple game, Cotton. You
should've told me
where Sidney was.
Now, you lose.
Come on.
Come on, Cherokee. Come on.
Come on.
Come on, Cherokee.
California Women's
Crisis Counselling.
Hey, it's Laura from
Monterrey reporting
to work. Can you patch me in?
- Sure. Thanks, Laura.
- Thank you.
California Women's Crisis
Counselling. How can I help you?
Hi. Do I have to say my name?
No, you don't have to say
anything you don't want to say.
How can I help?
I'm 18 years old, and
I have a boyfriend.
- Sometimes he hits me.
- It's okay.
- You can talk to me, all right?
- Thanks.
So, in closing, as the future
journalists of America...
there is one thing that
you need to remember.
Being the best means being willing
to do what the others would not.
Break the rules. Stop at nothing.
Be willing to have
the world hate you,
because that is the only way...
that you'll get the story,
the facts and the fame.
Thank you.
- Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Yes?
So you're saying that we
should be ready to go out...
and cut each other's throats
because that's what you did.
- Metaphorically, yes.
- Well, tell me, Miss Weathers.
- Was it worth it?
- I'm so sorry. We're out of time.
Gale Weathers, anchor woman
for Total Entertainment.
Thank you very much.
There is a young man outside
who wants to see you.
- He says he's with the police.
- The police?
- Detective Mark Kincaid, L.A.P.D.
- Hello.
That's quite an impressive resume.
Thank you.
I assume you're not
here for an autograph.
I'm here because Cotton
Weary's been murdered.
- Someone killed Cotton?
- And his girlfriend.
Someone who left something
he wanted us to see.
I'll show you this
because you're the
Woodsboro authority and
because you knew him.
But I promise you, if
you share this with
the world, it's you
I'll be arresting.
I swear on my
Pulitzer Prize, which
I plan to win one day, Detective.
This was left on Cotton
Weary's body. You
have any idea who
the girl might be?
Oh, my God.
This is Maureen Prescott. This
is Sidney Prescott's mother.
Hollywood is reeling
today from news...
of the murder of controversial
talk show host Cotton Weary.
Weary had only recently finished
shooting a cameo as himself...
in the film Stab 3,
Return to Woodsboro...
the third and final part of
the famous horror series...
based on the Woodsboro and
Windsor College murders.
Before his rise to
television fame,
Cotton had been imprisoned...
and was later exonerated
for the murder
of Maureen Prescott,
his former lover...
Just yesterday, Cotton Weary was
shooting here at
Sunrise Studios...
his first cameo in a
feature film, Stab 3.
Security here is
tight, but we'll see
if we can get a
statement. Excuse me.
Always a controversial man...
Channel Eight news. We got
to get in. We got to get in.
No press beyond this point.
Alone at night he crosses flames
Ashe makes a fist with
his red right hand
Look, you're worried
about the movie,
then protect the movie, okay?
Hire more security.
Hire the National
Guard. Just don't kill the movie.
Violence in cinema is a big
deal right now, Roman.
This is not the kind of
news this studio is after.
So if we stop making
scary movies, what?
All the psychos in the world
will retire? Come on.
I've been making
horror movies for 30
years, never had a psycho problem.
He was your goddamn
idea, guys. All right?
An ex-con with a
trashy talk show? He
must've pissed people
off every day.
Detectives, there's no reason to
presume that Cotton's death...
had anything to do with
this movie, is there?
He was making a movie called
Stab. He was stabbed.
Probably some psycho fan pissed
off they killed Randy in Stab 2.
Well, Tyson, that'd make
you next, wouldn't it?
I am not a Randy substitute.
I'm my own character.
Named Ricky, who works
at the video store.
It's an homage.
Hey. What if the killer's
Sidney Prescott?
I mean, what the hell
ever happened to
her? She's probably
off in the woods...
living like the fucking
Unabomber, man.
I'm starting to see
why Tori Spelling and
David Schwimmer didn't
want to come back.
Guys, this was about Cotton.
We are not in any danger.
"We are not in any danger,"
says Candy, page 15.
I don't see you leaving.
You think serious black actors
my age can just throw away jobs?
It's all a business now. They got
Usher doing Pinter off-Broadway.
L.L. Cool J's Shakespearing
in the park.
- Yeah.
- Maybe it's not meant to be.
Not meant to be? You win that
talent search for the new Sidney.
50,000 girls and they
pick you. You got
to be praying this
movie keeps going.
Of course I am, but not at the
expense of people's lives.
Oh. Cue the violins, right?
Jesus.
Deja voodoo.
We need this area cleared,
please. Clear it.
- Gale Weathers. Oh, my God.
- Shit.
I... Listen, I know
we've never met...
and I don't mind you
never returning
my calls, but I
have to tell you...
after two films, I feel
like I am in your mind.
Well, that would explain
my constant headaches.
You know, I'm sorry things didn't
work out on 60 Minutes II.
But Total Entertainment,
that's a pretty good fallback.
Thank you.
I'm sorry that things didn't
work out with Brad Pitt...
but being single, that's
a pretty good fallback.
Gives me more time for my work.
After all, Gale Weathers, you're
such a complex character.
Oh, and to be played by an actress
with such depth and range.
Jennifer, Nick said
you wanted to...
Gale.
Dewey.
Well, surprise, surprise. Someone
dies and Gale comes running.
Gale, I think you'll
really appreciate
my character work in this one.
Someone's helped me
understand the real you.
Someone?
Your ruthless ambition, your
private self-loathing...
and that lost and lonely
little girl inside.
Lost and lonely what?
You heard me. Thanks,
Dewey, I'll return it.
Lost and lonely what?
Little girl inside.
I thought you were supposed
to be in Woodsboro.
Well, I'm surprised you
thought about me at all.
Listen, I got to get back to work.
I really don't have time for this.
- Wait a minute. You work here?
- Yeah.
The movie needed a
technical advisor.
Someone who went through the real
experience, knew the real people.
- Hey, Dewey.
- Hey, Tom.
Hey. It's the real Gale Weathers.
Real from top to bottom.
Tom Prinze. Watch your
show all the time.
You're so right. Pop culture is
the politics of the 21st century.
- Thank you.
- And that story that you did...
last month on me crashing my car?
Wow, was that ever
powerful journalism.
Right...
I especially liked
the way you implied
that it was caused by
drinking and drugs.
And that the tyre blowout
was faked. That was great.
Tom, sometimes in
journalism you have to...
Are you parked in the lot? Because
I should check to make sure...
that nobody's messed
with your brake line.
Who's he supposed to be?
He's playing you? Him?
What?
I did not come here to
fight with you, Dewey.
- Cotton's killer left a picture.
- Of Sid's mum.
- The detectives told me.
- Well, does Sidney know about it?
Listen, Sidney doesn't need you
and your camera in her life.
Do you see a camera?
Right. You bought me
this purse, didn't you?
- Yeah.
- Look, it's a habit.
I walk out of the
house, I turn it on.
What the hell is this?
- It's like perfume.
- Gale Weathers?
- Could I be more popular?
- No press.
Mo press on set. Get
that woman out of here.
Yes, Mr Milton. Let's go.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Where is Detective Kincaid?
I am working with Kincaid, Dewey.
Come on. Move along,
miss. Let's go.
Rules are rules, Gale. But,
really, it was great seeing you.
Stab 3 is a closed
set. But just up
ahead is the old Seinfeld stage.
Now, does anybody
need a potty break?
- Oh, I do.
- Yeah, me too.
Okay, let go. Thanks
for your help, boys.
Holy shit, Silent
Bob. It's that TV.
News chick, Connie fucking-Chung.
Hey, Connie, how's Maury?
Dude, I think she likes me.
See how she's looking at me?
It's happening again.
Cotton had a lot of enemies, Sid.
The police aren't saying
it's related to us.
Do you ever think about her?
Your mum?
None of this would've ever
happened if she hadn't...
If she hadn't...
Why'd she have so
many secrets, Dad?
Listen, maybe it's
time you came home.
I'm worried about
you, kid. Out here
by yourself. You never see anyone.
The only people you talk to
don't even know your real name.
It's as if you don't exist.
That's the idea. Psychos can't
kill what they can't find.
Sid, come here.
Mother needs to talk to you.
Everything you touch, Sid, dies.
You're poison.
You're just like me.
You're just like me.
Oh, my God. What have
they done to me?
They'll do it to you.
- They'll do it to you, baby.
- Mum?
Roman?
Stab 3. Jesus, I got
to get a new agent.
Roman?
Someone here?
Stan, my man. He
does good work, huh?
- Thank you. Thank you very much.
- Fuck you very much.
Tyson, go to hell.
Well, excuse us, Sarah.
Make-up tests.
Yeah, make-up. You can use it.
Damn it, have you seen Roman?
Look, everyone in the office
has gone home already.
- He said it was important.
- Everything's important to Roman.
Oh, shit.
- Director's office.
- Sarah, it's Roman.
I'm sorry I'm running
late. I'm still
on the 405. I'm about
ten minutes away.
Oh, it's no problem. I'm just
looking at your
music video awards.
Since I got you on
the phone, let's...
Let's talk about your
character, okay?
What character? I'm Candy, the
chick who gets killed second.
- I'm only in two scenes.
- You're not happy with your part.
I'm not happy that I am
35 playing a 21-year-old.
I'm not happy that I
have to die naked.
And I'm not happy
that my character is
too stupid to have a
gun in the house...
after her boyfriend's been
cut into fish sticks.
Great, okay. So let's...
let's run the lines.
Fine.
Page 28. Candy's big moment.
Page 28.
Ring-ring. Hello?
- Hello?
- Who's this?
- Who's this?
- This is Candy.
Hang on. Let me get some clothes.
See? I don't understand why I have
to start the scene in the shower.
The whole shower thing's
been done. Vertigo. Hello?
And I mean, my boyfriend just
died. Why am I showering?
Why don't we just read the scene?
Candy. Nice name. Is that like
Candy Cane or Candy Apple?
Whatever.
Come on. Who is this?
I think you have the wrong number.
- But you know my favourite name?
- I'm hanging up right now.
It's Sarah.
Roman, that's not the line.
It is in my script.
Has there been another goddamn
rewrite? How the fuck...
are we supposed to
learn our lines when
there's a new script
every 15 minutes?
It's not just a new
script. It's a new movie.
- What? What movie?
- My movie.
And it's called Sarah Gets
Skewered Like a Fucking Pig.
Still in character, Sarah?
Shit.
Thank you for calling
Sunrise Picture Studios.
If you'd like today's
commissary menu, press one.
Mr Bridger?
If you'd like to hear previews of
upcoming Sunrise
Pictures' releases...
press four.
If you'd like information about
Sunrise Pictures' merchandise...
- Come on. Come on.
- Press five.
If you're trying to
reach Lot Security
or you have an
emergency, press six.
Shit.
Oh. Fuck.
Look, I wanna get
something straight.
I only got into this because
the police asked for my help.
Why would the police come to you?
Well, I did write.
The definitive book on
the Woodsboro murders.
I'm sure you just can't
wait to write another one.
- What about you?
- What about me?
You said you'd never
leave Woodsboro.
"It's the only place that's real."
But now you're here. Not with me.
Dewey, I took care of you.
I waited until you were well,
but I couldn't stay there.
It was like dog years. One year in
Woodsboro is like
seven anywhere else.
So it's off to Paris
for a week? New
York for a month? L.A. forever?
It was fucking 60 Minutes II.
I couldn't say no. I could've
been the next Diane Sawyer.
Wait a minute.
What's wrong with just being
Gale Weathers? I liked her.
It didn't work, Dewey. We
tried. We're different.
You used to say that
was our strength.
Well...
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Dewey, you're not
just here because
of that second-rate K-Mart...
straight-to-video
version of me, are you?
Brace yourself, Gale. All of
this is actually not about you.
All of what, Dewey? You do
know something, don't you?
- Off the record?
- Always.
Two months ago, the Woodsboro
police got a call from a woman...
who said she was with Stab 3.
She wanted to see the file
on Sid, "for research."
- And?
- The boys said no.
And she wouldn't give her name.
A month later, the station
gets broken into.
- The file room gets ransacked.
- And someone stole Sid's file?
I already removed it.
I think someone on the film
is trying to find Sid.
- I'm sorry, this is incredible.
- I said, "off the record."
Right.
It's Jennifer. She needs me.
- Jennifer?
- Gotta run.
Wait. Dewey, where are you going?
I'm on duty.
Stop following me.
I happen to be working
for the police, damn it.
- You're not a detective, Gale.
- Neither are you, Mr Incognito.
- You left your motor running.
- Damn it.
Fans, I can handle.
Fans, they want a
picture, they want a conversation.
I can handle fans.
You see this, Dewey?
I haven't had one of
these in a year and
a half. Someone's going
to pay for this.
Jennifer, settle
down. What happened?
- I'm with him.
- You.
Like I'm ever going to win
an award playing you.
- There's been a second murder.
- Who?
- Sarah Darling.
- Where?
At the studio.
Where? Nancy Drew
wants to know where.
Cotton Weary. Sarah Darling.
Don't you get it?
Someone's killing them in the
order they die in the movie.
- Dewey, who gets killed third?
- Who gets killed third?
You do.
I get killed in Stab
3? I get killed?
- Yeah.
- Dewey, where are you going?
I have to get something
from my trailer.
Your... You live here with her?
- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.
I needed a place to stay, and she
said she liked having me around.
- Why?
- She says I make her feel safe.
- She says I'm her rock.
- Her rock?
Yeah. If you weren't so concerned
with pretensions
and appearances...
you'd be able to appreciate the
positivity and emotional
centredness...
I provide a woman.
Stone, I'm headed
to the crime scene.
You stay by Jennifer's side. I
suggest a search of the grounds.
Hey, Dewdrop. Can I have a word?
Just so it can be
straight. I'm the
professional celebrity guard here.
My resume lists Julia Roberts,
Salmon Rushdie, Posh Spice.
You are the Hollywood hanger-oner.
Because you're just no
good as a cop any more.
Your resume reads
like the obituaries.
So how about you take
suggestions from me? All right?
Whatever you say.
Same deal? Found with the body?
- Yeah, Maureen Prescott again.
- This is great.
Ten more murders and we
can publish a calendar.
The old "killer playing
with the cops" routine.
Very Hannibal Lecter. Very Seven.
Doesn't the killer come after
the cops in those movies?
Usually one cop makes it.
- And?
- One cop doesn't.
- Usually.
- Detective Kincaid.
- What do we know? Same killer?
- Hey, hey.
Terminal Entertainment, this
is a crime scene, okay?
Wallace, Miss Weathers
is working with me now.
- Thank you, Detective.
- You're welcome.
Well, in that case,
I'm going to go
dust for fingerprints
with Jane Pauley.
Photos, Wallace,
please? Thank you.
New pictures, same
person. Anything
turn up on your research yet?
Nothing that will help with these.
What about an increased police
presence around Jennifer?
She's the next one to get
killed in the script.
She has a bodyguard.
And besides, the producers
told us that there
were three different
versions of the script.
Something about trying
to keep the ending
off the Internet. You
should know that.
You're the technical
advisor, right?
Three versions. Three different
characters die next.
And we don't know which
one the killer read.
Hey, hold up.
All I ever wanted to do was
make a real classic love story.
And the studio said
they'd let me. I just
had to do a scary
movie for them first.
And now we're shut
down, and I am fucked.
God, it's not the end
of the world, Roman.
That is so easy for
you to say. You
can always go back
to, to Must See TV.
You know, I have no movie,
I'm about to turn
30, and it looks like I'm
now the next target.
- What?
- You? Why you?
Do you think this
wasn't a message?
- Roman Bridger?
- What?
Mr Bridger, you didn't tell us...
you spoke with Sarah Darling
before she was murdered.
Spoke with her, when?
The guard said she was here
for a meeting with you.
What meeting? I don't...
We talked with her room-mate too.
Says you called Sarah, told her
to come down to the studio.
Room-mate answered the
phone. Says it was you.
Wait a minute. No, no.
I never called her. I never
told her to go anywhere.
Room-mate says she knows
your voice, Mr Bridger.
Well, she wasn't
speaking with me. God.
Look, I did not
call Sarah Darling.
Sarah Darling said you did.
Someone's trying to ruin my movie.
Someone wants to kill my movie.
All right, we'll talk about
your movie down at the station.
All right.
This is the scene where
you come with us.
Dewey, Jennifer... Wait a minute.
She wasn't talking with me
on the phone. I'm coming.
I'll call him in.
Battery. Mr Riley,
do you have a cell
phone I can borrow?
Yeah.
- Thank you.
- God. Roman.
Remind me not to sleep
with him again.
Come here, Cherokee.
California Women's
Crisis Counselling.
My name is Laura.
How can I help you?
Oh, Laura. I do have a crisis.
Okay, well, whatever it
is, you can tell me.
Oh, my God. I've
killed someone, Laura.
- Are you sure?
- Huh, I'm sure.
I killed someone, I
know it. Oh, my God.
- Well, then...
- I did.
Then the people you need
to call are the police.
No, I need to call you. Just you.
I'm sorry, your-your voice...
Don't you wanna know how
you can help, Laura?
Are you listening to me? Huh?
- Who is this?
- It's Mother, Laura.
Now, be a good girl
and turn on the news.
Do as Mother tells you.
You're not my mother. How did you
get this number? Who is this?
You know your mother's
voice when you hear it.
Now, turn on the news.
And with a second cast
member murdered, Stab 3...
has been officially shut down,
prompting those involved...
to hope and pray that these
killings maybe over.
Just one question.
Do you think it's
over, Sidney? Do you?
The sky was dark this morning
Not a bird in a tree
Is this a wrap party or
is this a wrap party?
Scene 34. "Maureen's
Murder Flashback."
I never liked that scene.
That's because you weren't in it.
Scenes 40 through 47.
- "The Prescott House Flashbacks."
- Tom, stop it.
You're scaring me.
Two people are dead.
Scaring you?
Give the sweet, young
ingenue act a rest.
- You're drunk.
- I'm coping.
I bet she fought and clawed
for that Sidney part.
I bet she stepped on any poor
girl that got in her way.
So you asked her out
and she said no?
That has nothing to do with it.
Right. Come on, Dewey.
Scene 50.
"Dewey Saves the Day."
She's so focused on success
that she never thinks...
about who she's hurting to get it.
And you saved her life,
like, how many times?
Gale wants the whole
world to love her.
One person's never
enough. She's a dreamer.
No, she's a narcissistic,
psycho bitch.
No, she's not.
She's got a good heart. She does.
She just hides it away because she
thinks people see that as weak.
This is a good picture of you.
You look just like her.
God, Dewey.
You make it sound like you're
still in love with her.
And I left out the part
that she's cruel...
and selfish, obsessive
and annoying.
We have one Gale Weathers
here. We don't need two.
Hey, Dewdrop, got your
girlfriend out here.
Look who I found slinking around
the yard. The nightly news.
I wasn't slinking. I was walking.
You were eaves dropping
at the bedroom window.
Yeah, a bedroom that you
seemed awfully at home in.
All right, let's talk.
Come on.
What's this about, Gale?
Did you know they released Roman?
Sarah's call didn't come
from his cell phone.
Where did it come from then?
A cloned cell phone.
It's untraceable.
Well, thanks for the update, Gale.
Why don't you just go back home?
Dewey, wait a minute.
Just wait one second.
How old do you think Maureen
Prescott is in this picture?
Nineteen, twenty.
That's what I thought,
so I checked it out.
I cannot find any
information about
her at this age. I mean, nothing.
She lived in Woodsboro
her whole life.
Someone there must know something.
Almost her whole life.
Two years before...
she met Sidney's father,
she left Woodsboro.
No one has any idea where
she went or what she did.
I mean, it's like she fell into a
black hole, Dewey. She vanished.
- So?
- So?
Why is the killer leaving
pictures of-of Maureen?
And why these pictures at-at...
At that point in her life?
I don't know. If I thought
like a homicidal maniac...
then I'd know how a
homicidal maniac thinks.
What?
- Jennifer.
- Jennifer?
Look at the buildings. The
second story. There and there.
It's the same. It's the
same street 28 years ago.
Oh, my God. Maureen
Prescott was at
the back lot at Sunrise Studios.
- Oh, my God.
- I got to make some calls.
Steven Stone Protection Services.
Stone, where are you?
I'm just checking your
tin can, Dewdrop.
Well, come back inside
and stay with Jennifer.
Something's happened. I
have to go to the police.
Is that an order, Dewdrop? Because
Steven Stone doesn't work for you.
Get back in the
house, Stone. Would
I call you if it wasn't important?
What are you doing
in there anyway?
Me?
I'm just checking to make sure
there's no killer in here...
waiting to off you like he
did your little sister.
What did you say? I can't
believe you said that.
That makes me...
angry.
Fucker.
Gotta call Kincaid.
Dewey, where is everybody?
- Oh, God.
- Jennifer?
Angelina? Tom?
Oh, my God. What happened?
Don't do that. I'm overreacting.
Dewdrop?
- Stone?
- Oh, my God.
Oh, God, Stone.
Oh, God.
- Dewey, is he dead?
- Yeah.
Everyone back inside.
It's all right. Don't panic.
Okay, outside. Everyone, stay
together and try to remain calm.
A phone.
- It's not mine.
- It's not mine.
Shit. It's the fax.
"Interior, Jennifer's
house. Living
room, night." It's a script page.
What's it say?
"With the bodyguard stabbed to
death, the five stand trapped.
- He's rewriting the movie.
- As the killer waits outside...
suddenly the fax machine
sends news of their fates."
It's a trick. Everybody, outside.
Outside where he can
pick us off one by one?
Shut up.
"The killer prepares to grant
mercy to only one of them."
Don't you get it? The
killer says he's
outside because he
wants us here inside.
- Which one is it?
- Come on.
"Who will survive? Is it Jennifer?
Tom? Angelina? Dewey? Gale?
The killer will give mercy to..."
Everyone outside.
He grants mercy to who? I
wanna know what happens.
- I wanna know what happens.
- Wait for the fucking movie.
I've got to know.
I'm going back in.
No.
All right, everyone,
back. Stay together.
- What's it say?
- "And the...
killer will give mercy to...
- whoever..."
- Whoever?
Whoever?
Piece of shit.
"Whoever... Whoever smells the..."
I can't stop rolling
down the hill.
Gale. Jennifer.
- Dewey.
- Dewey.
Dewey, where are you?
Over here, Dewey.
- Dewey.
- Gale.
Gale, behind you.
Dewey. Are you all right?
Yeah, never been better.
Yeah, I'm all right.
Where'd he go?
- He must've rolled under the car.
- All right, stay close.
Is he back there?
- No.
- No?
He's fast. Could've
sworn I hit him.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Thanks for saving me.
Ah, it's habit.
Oh, God.
What the fuck happened to you?
- Jennifer, wait a minute.
- Who gave you a place to stay?
Who are you supposed
to be protecting?
Jennifer.
Hey.
My lawyer liked that.
Not as much as I did.
- Angelina?
- Tom was in the house.
How'd you end up way over there?
Oh, my God. Tom was in the house.
- Are we safe?
- Safe from who?
Wait a second.
Another picture.
Whoever it is is now taking credit
for Maureen Prescott's murder.
But we know who killed Maureen
Prescott. Billy Loomis
and Stu Macher.
I mean, they even told
Sidney how they did it.
Yeah, but if I'm not mistaken...
you said in your book that
Sidney got it wrong once before.
She accused Cotton Weary
of murdering her mother.
And he was sent away for it.
Maybe there is a third killer.
Sidney might know something.
I told you. I don't
know where Sidney is.
And even if there
was a third killer,
Sidney doesn't know about it.
That is for me to decide.
I need to talk to her,
Mr Riley. She is a key
element in this case.
I have a press conference in
an hour. I need to explain...
why there are three dead
celebrities and a bodyguard.
And a very angry mayor.
Okay, look, we all know this has
something to do with Stab 3.
But what we do not know is why the
killer keeps leaving pictures...
of Maureen Prescott taken
over 25 years ago.
And the photographs
taken at the same
studio Stab 3 is shooting out of.
What does this have
to do with Sid?
Who knows more about Maureen
Prescott than her own daughter?
Well, Sid's dad couldn't help you,
and he was married to Maureen.
What's your problem?
Last night you were
almost charcoal.
You going to help us or what?
Do you wanna have this
conversation with a polygraph?
Is that a threat, Detective?
When it's a threat,
you'll know it.
- Was that a threat?
- Boys, boys.
Why don't we compare our
gun calibres later?
The issue is Maureen Prescott.
Wrong. The issue is
Sidney Prescott.
And either Mr Riley is
going to obstruct justice
or he's going to put
me in touch with her.
So, where is she?
Hi, you've reached
the machine. You can
leave a message. Talk
as long as you want.
Sid, it's me. This is the
fifth time I've called.
Please pick up. I wanna
make sure you're...
okay.
- Sid.
- Dewey.
What are you doing down here?
Actually, what was
I doing up there?
- Jesus, Dewey. Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, I'm all right.
- Is she all right?
- Hey, you know Gale.
It'd take a direct hit.
So the news said this was the
precinct. Who's this guy Kincaid?
Come here. I told
you to stay hidden.
It's not safe for you to be here.
The killer called me.
- What?
- Yeah, he found me.
I'm no more safe there
than I am here,
and at least here I'm not alone.
Okay, come on.
- Detective Kincaid?
- Yeah.
There's someone here
who wants to help.
Oh, my God. Sidney.
Is the man fast or what?
- Hi.
- Hi, Gale.
- I'm glad you're all right.
- Thank you.
Sid, this is Detective Kincaid.
Nice to finally meet you, Sidney.
- The killer called her.
- What? When?
What did he say?
Oh, you know, the
usual small talk.
What's new? How you been?
How do you wanna die?
Sidney, do you have any idea how
he could've gotten your number?
He could have monitored
her calls on a
scanner. Did you call
her from the set?
No.
Do you have her number
stored in your memory?
- Phone memory.
- Oh. Yeah, guess I do.
Has anyone else ever
used your phone?
Just Jennifer.
And you.
Hey, I'm the cop here.
You're in my office, Riley.
The killer leaves a photograph
after each murder, Sidney.
we have a multiple vehicle...
multiple injury accident.
An absolute mess from Vine
Street to the valley.
If you're in it,
expect a long commute.
If you're not, seek
alternate routes.
If Dan doesn't want
to do a daily rate,
we can talk about a weekly rate.
But I'm telling you right now,
I'm not going below a million.
I mean, think about it. I'm
risking my reputation...
as the host of this
country's number-one...
nationally syndicated
talk show to do
a cameo in some cheap
slasher flick.
I mean, why can't these guys
write me a fucking decent part?
You know? I lived through
the fucking thing.
By the way, did you talk to Cathy
about that Navy SEAL script?
Hang on a sec.
- Hello?
- Hello?
- Who's this?
- Who's this?
- Who are you calling?
- Oh. You know what?
I'm sorry. I have
the wrong number.
That's okay.
Wait a minute. I know your voice.
You sound a lot like that
guy on TV. Cotton Weary.
- I do, huh?
- Yeah.
I think he's got a
really sexy voice.
- Well, thank you.
- Wait a minute.
You are Cotton, aren't
you? Oh, my God.
I am talking to Cotton Weary.
I can't believe this.
You got me. Look, I've got
someone on the other line.
Can you hold on one second?
I'll be right back, I promise.
Yeah.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
Andrea, I got to call you back.
Someone's on the other line.
So, you a big 100% Cotton fan?
Yeah. One hundred and ten percent.
That's very good.
So, why don't you
tell me who you are?
Ooh. You're a naughty boy, Cotton.
Now, what would your
girlfriend say?
What makes you think
I have a girlfriend?
I know you do.
I'm right outside
her bathroom door.
Who is this?
She's in the shower. She's
got a nice little voice.
Let's come in for a closer look.
She's very pretty, Cotton.
A step up from Maureen Prescott.
Speaking of which, let's
play a little game.
Answer right, your
girlfriend lives.
Answer wrong, she dies.
Where's Maureen's
daughter, Sidney?
Who the fuck is this?
Somebody who'd kill to know
where Sidney Prescott is.
One chance, Cotton. You've got
connections. Where is she?
You listen to me,
you fucking psycho.
You lay a finger on Christine...
and I swear to God I'll kill you.
Wrong answer.
No. Wait. Hello? Shit.
- Hey.
- Get out of the way.
- You just hit me.
- Move.
Christine, if you're there,
pick up the phone.
Christine, pick up
the phone. Oh, shit.
You have reached 911. Due
to the volume of calls...
Someone pick up the goddamn
phone. Move out of the way.
Shit. Shit.
Cotton, is that you?
Cotton?
Honey?
Okay, Cotton.
You know I don't like
your Stab games.
- Who is it? Who's there?
- Christine?
Hon, you all right?
I'm home.
Jesus. You scared
the shit out of me.
You're not going to believe
what just happened to me.
What are you talking about?
- Get the hell out of here.
- Okay. Okay, I'm sorry, babe.
I didn't mean to
scare you that bad.
It's me. Come on, open the door.
- What are you doing?
- What?
What the fuck are you doing?
I was... I was just,
you know, trying
to take the game
to the next level.
I'm sorry. Come on,
open the door, Chris.
The game?
- Yeah, the game.
- What are you talking about?
I'm talking about
how much fun it's
going to be to rip
your insides out.
Now, open the fucking
door, Christine.
Oh, my God.
Now you're fucking history, baby.
Christine?
Hon?
The recent epidemic of
road rage in Los Angeles.
Innocent commuters mercilessly
terrorised, even killed...
Chris?
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Oh, shit.
Chris?
Is that you, babe?
Chris, if you're in there,
open the door. Okay, honey?
Chris? Come on, baby.
Open the door.
Chris. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Jesus.
It's me, Chris.
What are you doing?
Stay back.
Stay back.
- Chris, what's going on, babe?
- You've gone crazy. That's what.
Chris, was somebody in the house?
No. Get back.
Okay, okay, okay.
Just calm down, okay?
- Why do you want to kill me?
- What are you talking about?
Why do you wanna kill me?
Gimme the club. All right,
honey? Gimme the club.
Gimme the club, please.
Christine, get out of the way.
Behind you.
Shit.
It was a simple game, Cotton. You
should've told me
where Sidney was.
Now, you lose.
Come on.
Come on, Cherokee. Come on.
Come on.
Come on, Cherokee.
California Women's
Crisis Counselling.
Hey, it's Laura from
Monterrey reporting
to work. Can you patch me in?
- Sure. Thanks, Laura.
- Thank you.
California Women's Crisis
Counselling. How can I help you?
Hi. Do I have to say my name?
No, you don't have to say
anything you don't want to say.
How can I help?
I'm 18 years old, and
I have a boyfriend.
- Sometimes he hits me.
- It's okay.
- You can talk to me, all right?
- Thanks.
So, in closing, as the future
journalists of America...
there is one thing that
you need to remember.
Being the best means being willing
to do what the others would not.
Break the rules. Stop at nothing.
Be willing to have
the world hate you,
because that is the only way...
that you'll get the story,
the facts and the fame.
Thank you.
- Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Yes?
So you're saying that we
should be ready to go out...
and cut each other's throats
because that's what you did.
- Metaphorically, yes.
- Well, tell me, Miss Weathers.
- Was it worth it?
- I'm so sorry. We're out of time.
Gale Weathers, anchor woman
for Total Entertainment.
Thank you very much.
There is a young man outside
who wants to see you.
- He says he's with the police.
- The police?
- Detective Mark Kincaid, L.A.P.D.
- Hello.
That's quite an impressive resume.
Thank you.
I assume you're not
here for an autograph.
I'm here because Cotton
Weary's been murdered.
- Someone killed Cotton?
- And his girlfriend.
Someone who left something
he wanted us to see.
I'll show you this
because you're the
Woodsboro authority and
because you knew him.
But I promise you, if
you share this with
the world, it's you
I'll be arresting.
I swear on my
Pulitzer Prize, which
I plan to win one day, Detective.
This was left on Cotton
Weary's body. You
have any idea who
the girl might be?
Oh, my God.
This is Maureen Prescott. This
is Sidney Prescott's mother.
Hollywood is reeling
today from news...
of the murder of controversial
talk show host Cotton Weary.
Weary had only recently finished
shooting a cameo as himself...
in the film Stab 3,
Return to Woodsboro...
the third and final part of
the famous horror series...
based on the Woodsboro and
Windsor College murders.
Before his rise to
television fame,
Cotton had been imprisoned...
and was later exonerated
for the murder
of Maureen Prescott,
his former lover...
Just yesterday, Cotton Weary was
shooting here at
Sunrise Studios...
his first cameo in a
feature film, Stab 3.
Security here is
tight, but we'll see
if we can get a
statement. Excuse me.
Always a controversial man...
Channel Eight news. We got
to get in. We got to get in.
No press beyond this point.
Alone at night he crosses flames
Ashe makes a fist with
his red right hand
Look, you're worried
about the movie,
then protect the movie, okay?
Hire more security.
Hire the National
Guard. Just don't kill the movie.
Violence in cinema is a big
deal right now, Roman.
This is not the kind of
news this studio is after.
So if we stop making
scary movies, what?
All the psychos in the world
will retire? Come on.
I've been making
horror movies for 30
years, never had a psycho problem.
He was your goddamn
idea, guys. All right?
An ex-con with a
trashy talk show? He
must've pissed people
off every day.
Detectives, there's no reason to
presume that Cotton's death...
had anything to do with
this movie, is there?
He was making a movie called
Stab. He was stabbed.
Probably some psycho fan pissed
off they killed Randy in Stab 2.
Well, Tyson, that'd make
you next, wouldn't it?
I am not a Randy substitute.
I'm my own character.
Named Ricky, who works
at the video store.
It's an homage.
Hey. What if the killer's
Sidney Prescott?
I mean, what the hell
ever happened to
her? She's probably
off in the woods...
living like the fucking
Unabomber, man.
I'm starting to see
why Tori Spelling and
David Schwimmer didn't
want to come back.
Guys, this was about Cotton.
We are not in any danger.
"We are not in any danger,"
says Candy, page 15.
I don't see you leaving.
You think serious black actors
my age can just throw away jobs?
It's all a business now. They got
Usher doing Pinter off-Broadway.
L.L. Cool J's Shakespearing
in the park.
- Yeah.
- Maybe it's not meant to be.
Not meant to be? You win that
talent search for the new Sidney.
50,000 girls and they
pick you. You got
to be praying this
movie keeps going.
Of course I am, but not at the
expense of people's lives.
Oh. Cue the violins, right?
Jesus.
Deja voodoo.
We need this area cleared,
please. Clear it.
- Gale Weathers. Oh, my God.
- Shit.
I... Listen, I know
we've never met...
and I don't mind you
never returning
my calls, but I
have to tell you...
after two films, I feel
like I am in your mind.
Well, that would explain
my constant headaches.
You know, I'm sorry things didn't
work out on 60 Minutes II.
But Total Entertainment,
that's a pretty good fallback.
Thank you.
I'm sorry that things didn't
work out with Brad Pitt...
but being single, that's
a pretty good fallback.
Gives me more time for my work.
After all, Gale Weathers, you're
such a complex character.
Oh, and to be played by an actress
with such depth and range.
Jennifer, Nick said
you wanted to...
Gale.
Dewey.
Well, surprise, surprise. Someone
dies and Gale comes running.
Gale, I think you'll
really appreciate
my character work in this one.
Someone's helped me
understand the real you.
Someone?
Your ruthless ambition, your
private self-loathing...
and that lost and lonely
little girl inside.
Lost and lonely what?
You heard me. Thanks,
Dewey, I'll return it.
Lost and lonely what?
Little girl inside.
I thought you were supposed
to be in Woodsboro.
Well, I'm surprised you
thought about me at all.
Listen, I got to get back to work.
I really don't have time for this.
- Wait a minute. You work here?
- Yeah.
The movie needed a
technical advisor.
Someone who went through the real
experience, knew the real people.
- Hey, Dewey.
- Hey, Tom.
Hey. It's the real Gale Weathers.
Real from top to bottom.
Tom Prinze. Watch your
show all the time.
You're so right. Pop culture is
the politics of the 21st century.
- Thank you.
- And that story that you did...
last month on me crashing my car?
Wow, was that ever
powerful journalism.
Right...
I especially liked
the way you implied
that it was caused by
drinking and drugs.
And that the tyre blowout
was faked. That was great.
Tom, sometimes in
journalism you have to...
Are you parked in the lot? Because
I should check to make sure...
that nobody's messed
with your brake line.
Who's he supposed to be?
He's playing you? Him?
What?
I did not come here to
fight with you, Dewey.
- Cotton's killer left a picture.
- Of Sid's mum.
- The detectives told me.
- Well, does Sidney know about it?
Listen, Sidney doesn't need you
and your camera in her life.
Do you see a camera?
Right. You bought me
this purse, didn't you?
- Yeah.
- Look, it's a habit.
I walk out of the
house, I turn it on.
What the hell is this?
- It's like perfume.
- Gale Weathers?
- Could I be more popular?
- No press.
Mo press on set. Get
that woman out of here.
Yes, Mr Milton. Let's go.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Where is Detective Kincaid?
I am working with Kincaid, Dewey.
Come on. Move along,
miss. Let's go.
Rules are rules, Gale. But,
really, it was great seeing you.
Stab 3 is a closed
set. But just up
ahead is the old Seinfeld stage.
Now, does anybody
need a potty break?
- Oh, I do.
- Yeah, me too.
Okay, let go. Thanks
for your help, boys.
Holy shit, Silent
Bob. It's that TV.
News chick, Connie fucking-Chung.
Hey, Connie, how's Maury?
Dude, I think she likes me.
See how she's looking at me?
It's happening again.
Cotton had a lot of enemies, Sid.
The police aren't saying
it's related to us.
Do you ever think about her?
Your mum?
None of this would've ever
happened if she hadn't...
If she hadn't...
Why'd she have so
many secrets, Dad?
Listen, maybe it's
time you came home.
I'm worried about
you, kid. Out here
by yourself. You never see anyone.
The only people you talk to
don't even know your real name.
It's as if you don't exist.
That's the idea. Psychos can't
kill what they can't find.
Sid, come here.
Mother needs to talk to you.
Everything you touch, Sid, dies.
You're poison.
You're just like me.
You're just like me.
Oh, my God. What have
they done to me?
They'll do it to you.
- They'll do it to you, baby.
- Mum?
Roman?
Stab 3. Jesus, I got
to get a new agent.
Roman?
Someone here?
Stan, my man. He
does good work, huh?
- Thank you. Thank you very much.
- Fuck you very much.
Tyson, go to hell.
Well, excuse us, Sarah.
Make-up tests.
Yeah, make-up. You can use it.
Damn it, have you seen Roman?
Look, everyone in the office
has gone home already.
- He said it was important.
- Everything's important to Roman.
Oh, shit.
- Director's office.
- Sarah, it's Roman.
I'm sorry I'm running
late. I'm still
on the 405. I'm about
ten minutes away.
Oh, it's no problem. I'm just
looking at your
music video awards.
Since I got you on
the phone, let's...
Let's talk about your
character, okay?
What character? I'm Candy, the
chick who gets killed second.
- I'm only in two scenes.
- You're not happy with your part.
I'm not happy that I am
35 playing a 21-year-old.
I'm not happy that I
have to die naked.
And I'm not happy
that my character is
too stupid to have a
gun in the house...
after her boyfriend's been
cut into fish sticks.
Great, okay. So let's...
let's run the lines.
Fine.
Page 28. Candy's big moment.
Page 28.
Ring-ring. Hello?
- Hello?
- Who's this?
- Who's this?
- This is Candy.
Hang on. Let me get some clothes.
See? I don't understand why I have
to start the scene in the shower.
The whole shower thing's
been done. Vertigo. Hello?
And I mean, my boyfriend just
died. Why am I showering?
Why don't we just read the scene?
Candy. Nice name. Is that like
Candy Cane or Candy Apple?
Whatever.
Come on. Who is this?
I think you have the wrong number.
- But you know my favourite name?
- I'm hanging up right now.
It's Sarah.
Roman, that's not the line.
It is in my script.
Has there been another goddamn
rewrite? How the fuck...
are we supposed to
learn our lines when
there's a new script
every 15 minutes?
It's not just a new
script. It's a new movie.
- What? What movie?
- My movie.
And it's called Sarah Gets
Skewered Like a Fucking Pig.
Still in character, Sarah?
Shit.
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reach Lot Security
or you have an
emergency, press six.
Shit.
Oh. Fuck.
Look, I wanna get
something straight.
I only got into this because
the police asked for my help.
Why would the police come to you?
Well, I did write.
The definitive book on
the Woodsboro murders.
I'm sure you just can't
wait to write another one.
- What about you?
- What about me?
You said you'd never
leave Woodsboro.
"It's the only place that's real."
But now you're here. Not with me.
Dewey, I took care of you.
I waited until you were well,
but I couldn't stay there.
It was like dog years. One year in
Woodsboro is like
seven anywhere else.
So it's off to Paris
for a week? New
York for a month? L.A. forever?
It was fucking 60 Minutes II.
I couldn't say no. I could've
been the next Diane Sawyer.
Wait a minute.
What's wrong with just being
Gale Weathers? I liked her.
It didn't work, Dewey. We
tried. We're different.
You used to say that
was our strength.
Well...
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Dewey, you're not
just here because
of that second-rate K-Mart...
straight-to-video
version of me, are you?
Brace yourself, Gale. All of
this is actually not about you.
All of what, Dewey? You do
know something, don't you?
- Off the record?
- Always.
Two months ago, the Woodsboro
police got a call from a woman...
who said she was with Stab 3.
She wanted to see the file
on Sid, "for research."
- And?
- The boys said no.
And she wouldn't give her name.
A month later, the station
gets broken into.
- The file room gets ransacked.
- And someone stole Sid's file?
I already removed it.
I think someone on the film
is trying to find Sid.
- I'm sorry, this is incredible.
- I said, "off the record."
Right.
It's Jennifer. She needs me.
- Jennifer?
- Gotta run.
Wait. Dewey, where are you going?
I'm on duty.
Stop following me.
I happen to be working
for the police, damn it.
- You're not a detective, Gale.
- Neither are you, Mr Incognito.
- You left your motor running.
- Damn it.
Fans, I can handle.
Fans, they want a
picture, they want a conversation.
I can handle fans.
You see this, Dewey?
I haven't had one of
these in a year and
a half. Someone's going
to pay for this.
Jennifer, settle
down. What happened?
- I'm with him.
- You.
Like I'm ever going to win
an award playing you.
- There's been a second murder.
- Who?
- Sarah Darling.
- Where?
At the studio.
Where? Nancy Drew
wants to know where.
Cotton Weary. Sarah Darling.
Don't you get it?
Someone's killing them in the
order they die in the movie.
- Dewey, who gets killed third?
- Who gets killed third?
You do.
I get killed in Stab
3? I get killed?
- Yeah.
- Dewey, where are you going?
I have to get something
from my trailer.
Your... You live here with her?
- Yeah.
- Oh, my God.
I needed a place to stay, and she
said she liked having me around.
- Why?
- She says I make her feel safe.
- She says I'm her rock.
- Her rock?
Yeah. If you weren't so concerned
with pretensions
and appearances...
you'd be able to appreciate the
positivity and emotional
centredness...
I provide a woman.
Stone, I'm headed
to the crime scene.
You stay by Jennifer's side. I
suggest a search of the grounds.
Hey, Dewdrop. Can I have a word?
Just so it can be
straight. I'm the
professional celebrity guard here.
My resume lists Julia Roberts,
Salmon Rushdie, Posh Spice.
You are the Hollywood hanger-oner.
Because you're just no
good as a cop any more.
Your resume reads
like the obituaries.
So how about you take
suggestions from me? All right?
Whatever you say.
Same deal? Found with the body?
- Yeah, Maureen Prescott again.
- This is great.
Ten more murders and we
can publish a calendar.
The old "killer playing
with the cops" routine.
Very Hannibal Lecter. Very Seven.
Doesn't the killer come after
the cops in those movies?
Usually one cop makes it.
- And?
- One cop doesn't.
- Usually.
- Detective Kincaid.
- What do we know? Same killer?
- Hey, hey.
Terminal Entertainment, this
is a crime scene, okay?
Wallace, Miss Weathers
is working with me now.
- Thank you, Detective.
- You're welcome.
Well, in that case,
I'm going to go
dust for fingerprints
with Jane Pauley.
Photos, Wallace,
please? Thank you.
New pictures, same
person. Anything
turn up on your research yet?
Nothing that will help with these.
What about an increased police
presence around Jennifer?
She's the next one to get
killed in the script.
She has a bodyguard.
And besides, the producers
told us that there
were three different
versions of the script.
Something about trying
to keep the ending
off the Internet. You
should know that.
You're the technical
advisor, right?
Three versions. Three different
characters die next.
And we don't know which
one the killer read.
Hey, hold up.
All I ever wanted to do was
make a real classic love story.
And the studio said
they'd let me. I just
had to do a scary
movie for them first.
And now we're shut
down, and I am fucked.
God, it's not the end
of the world, Roman.
That is so easy for
you to say. You
can always go back
to, to Must See TV.
You know, I have no movie,
I'm about to turn
30, and it looks like I'm
now the next target.
- What?
- You? Why you?
Do you think this
wasn't a message?
- Roman Bridger?
- What?
Mr Bridger, you didn't tell us...
you spoke with Sarah Darling
before she was murdered.
Spoke with her, when?
The guard said she was here
for a meeting with you.
What meeting? I don't...
We talked with her room-mate too.
Says you called Sarah, told her
to come down to the studio.
Room-mate answered the
phone. Says it was you.
Wait a minute. No, no.
I never called her. I never
told her to go anywhere.
Room-mate says she knows
your voice, Mr Bridger.
Well, she wasn't
speaking with me. God.
Look, I did not
call Sarah Darling.
Sarah Darling said you did.
Someone's trying to ruin my movie.
Someone wants to kill my movie.
All right, we'll talk about
your movie down at the station.
All right.
This is the scene where
you come with us.
Dewey, Jennifer... Wait a minute.
She wasn't talking with me
on the phone. I'm coming.
I'll call him in.
Battery. Mr Riley,
do you have a cell
phone I can borrow?
Yeah.
- Thank you.
- God. Roman.
Remind me not to sleep
with him again.
Come here, Cherokee.
California Women's
Crisis Counselling.
My name is Laura.
How can I help you?
Oh, Laura. I do have a crisis.
Okay, well, whatever it
is, you can tell me.
Oh, my God. I've
killed someone, Laura.
- Are you sure?
- Huh, I'm sure.
I killed someone, I
know it. Oh, my God.
- Well, then...
- I did.
Then the people you need
to call are the police.
No, I need to call you. Just you.
I'm sorry, your-your voice...
Don't you wanna know how
you can help, Laura?
Are you listening to me? Huh?
- Who is this?
- It's Mother, Laura.
Now, be a good girl
and turn on the news.
Do as Mother tells you.
You're not my mother. How did you
get this number? Who is this?
You know your mother's
voice when you hear it.
Now, turn on the news.
And with a second cast
member murdered, Stab 3...
has been officially shut down,
prompting those involved...
to hope and pray that these
killings maybe over.
Just one question.
Do you think it's
over, Sidney? Do you?
The sky was dark this morning
Not a bird in a tree
Is this a wrap party or
is this a wrap party?
Scene 34. "Maureen's
Murder Flashback."
I never liked that scene.
That's because you weren't in it.
Scenes 40 through 47.
- "The Prescott House Flashbacks."
- Tom, stop it.
You're scaring me.
Two people are dead.
Scaring you?
Give the sweet, young
ingenue act a rest.
- You're drunk.
- I'm coping.
I bet she fought and clawed
for that Sidney part.
I bet she stepped on any poor
girl that got in her way.
So you asked her out
and she said no?
That has nothing to do with it.
Right. Come on, Dewey.
Scene 50.
"Dewey Saves the Day."
She's so focused on success
that she never thinks...
about who she's hurting to get it.
And you saved her life,
like, how many times?
Gale wants the whole
world to love her.
One person's never
enough. She's a dreamer.
No, she's a narcissistic,
psycho bitch.
No, she's not.
She's got a good heart. She does.
She just hides it away because she
thinks people see that as weak.
This is a good picture of you.
You look just like her.
God, Dewey.
You make it sound like you're
still in love with her.
And I left out the part
that she's cruel...
and selfish, obsessive
and annoying.
We have one Gale Weathers
here. We don't need two.
Hey, Dewdrop, got your
girlfriend out here.
Look who I found slinking around
the yard. The nightly news.
I wasn't slinking. I was walking.
You were eaves dropping
at the bedroom window.
Yeah, a bedroom that you
seemed awfully at home in.
All right, let's talk.
Come on.
What's this about, Gale?
Did you know they released Roman?
Sarah's call didn't come
from his cell phone.
Where did it come from then?
A cloned cell phone.
It's untraceable.
Well, thanks for the update, Gale.
Why don't you just go back home?
Dewey, wait a minute.
Just wait one second.
How old do you think Maureen
Prescott is in this picture?
Nineteen, twenty.
That's what I thought,
so I checked it out.
I cannot find any
information about
her at this age. I mean, nothing.
She lived in Woodsboro
her whole life.
Someone there must know something.
Almost her whole life.
Two years before...
she met Sidney's father,
she left Woodsboro.
No one has any idea where
she went or what she did.
I mean, it's like she fell into a
black hole, Dewey. She vanished.
- So?
- So?
Why is the killer leaving
pictures of-of Maureen?
And why these pictures at-at...
At that point in her life?
I don't know. If I thought
like a homicidal maniac...
then I'd know how a
homicidal maniac thinks.
What?
- Jennifer.
- Jennifer?
Look at the buildings. The
second story. There and there.
It's the same. It's the
same street 28 years ago.
Oh, my God. Maureen
Prescott was at
the back lot at Sunrise Studios.
- Oh, my God.
- I got to make some calls.
Steven Stone Protection Services.
Stone, where are you?
I'm just checking your
tin can, Dewdrop.
Well, come back inside
and stay with Jennifer.
Something's happened. I
have to go to the police.
Is that an order, Dewdrop? Because
Steven Stone doesn't work for you.
Get back in the
house, Stone. Would
I call you if it wasn't important?
What are you doing
in there anyway?
Me?
I'm just checking to make sure
there's no killer in here...
waiting to off you like he
did your little sister.
What did you say? I can't
believe you said that.
That makes me...
angry.
Fucker.
Gotta call Kincaid.
Dewey, where is everybody?
- Oh, God.
- Jennifer?
Angelina? Tom?
Oh, my God. What happened?
Don't do that. I'm overreacting.
Dewdrop?
- Stone?
- Oh, my God.
Oh, God, Stone.
Oh, God.
- Dewey, is he dead?
- Yeah.
Everyone back inside.
It's all right. Don't panic.
Okay, outside. Everyone, stay
together and try to remain calm.
A phone.
- It's not mine.
- It's not mine.
Shit. It's the fax.
"Interior, Jennifer's
house. Living
room, night." It's a script page.
What's it say?
"With the bodyguard stabbed to
death, the five stand trapped.
- He's rewriting the movie.
- As the killer waits outside...
suddenly the fax machine
sends news of their fates."
It's a trick. Everybody, outside.
Outside where he can
pick us off one by one?
Shut up.
"The killer prepares to grant
mercy to only one of them."
Don't you get it? The
killer says he's
outside because he
wants us here inside.
- Which one is it?
- Come on.
"Who will survive? Is it Jennifer?
Tom? Angelina? Dewey? Gale?
The killer will give mercy to..."
Everyone outside.
He grants mercy to who? I
wanna know what happens.
- I wanna know what happens.
- Wait for the fucking movie.
I've got to know.
I'm going back in.
No.
All right, everyone,
back. Stay together.
- What's it say?
- "And the...
killer will give mercy to...
- whoever..."
- Whoever?
Whoever?
Piece of shit.
"Whoever... Whoever smells the..."
I can't stop rolling
down the hill.
Gale. Jennifer.
- Dewey.
- Dewey.
Dewey, where are you?
Over here, Dewey.
- Dewey.
- Gale.
Gale, behind you.
Dewey. Are you all right?
Yeah, never been better.
Yeah, I'm all right.
Where'd he go?
- He must've rolled under the car.
- All right, stay close.
Is he back there?
- No.
- No?
He's fast. Could've
sworn I hit him.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Thanks for saving me.
Ah, it's habit.
Oh, God.
What the fuck happened to you?
- Jennifer, wait a minute.
- Who gave you a place to stay?
Who are you supposed
to be protecting?
Jennifer.
Hey.
My lawyer liked that.
Not as much as I did.
- Angelina?
- Tom was in the house.
How'd you end up way over there?
Oh, my God. Tom was in the house.
- Are we safe?
- Safe from who?
Wait a second.
Another picture.
Whoever it is is now taking credit
for Maureen Prescott's murder.
But we know who killed Maureen
Prescott. Billy Loomis
and Stu Macher.
I mean, they even told
Sidney how they did it.
Yeah, but if I'm not mistaken...
you said in your book that
Sidney got it wrong once before.
She accused Cotton Weary
of murdering her mother.
And he was sent away for it.
Maybe there is a third killer.
Sidney might know something.
I told you. I don't
know where Sidney is.
And even if there
was a third killer,
Sidney doesn't know about it.
That is for me to decide.
I need to talk to her,
Mr Riley. She is a key
element in this case.
I have a press conference in
an hour. I need to explain...
why there are three dead
celebrities and a bodyguard.
And a very angry mayor.
Okay, look, we all know this has
something to do with Stab 3.
But what we do not know is why the
killer keeps leaving pictures...
of Maureen Prescott taken
over 25 years ago.
And the photographs
taken at the same
studio Stab 3 is shooting out of.
What does this have
to do with Sid?
Who knows more about Maureen
Prescott than her own daughter?
Well, Sid's dad couldn't help you,
and he was married to Maureen.
What's your problem?
Last night you were
almost charcoal.
You going to help us or what?
Do you wanna have this
conversation with a polygraph?
Is that a threat, Detective?
When it's a threat,
you'll know it.
- Was that a threat?
- Boys, boys.
Why don't we compare our
gun calibres later?
The issue is Maureen Prescott.
Wrong. The issue is
Sidney Prescott.
And either Mr Riley is
going to obstruct justice
or he's going to put
me in touch with her.
So, where is she?
Hi, you've reached
the machine. You can
leave a message. Talk
as long as you want.
Sid, it's me. This is the
fifth time I've called.
Please pick up. I wanna
make sure you're...
okay.
- Sid.
- Dewey.
What are you doing down here?
Actually, what was
I doing up there?
- Jesus, Dewey. Are you okay?
- Oh, yeah, I'm all right.
- Is she all right?
- Hey, you know Gale.
It'd take a direct hit.
So the news said this was the
precinct. Who's this guy Kincaid?
Come here. I told
you to stay hidden.
It's not safe for you to be here.
The killer called me.
- What?
- Yeah, he found me.
I'm no more safe there
than I am here,
and at least here I'm not alone.
Okay, come on.
- Detective Kincaid?
- Yeah.
There's someone here
who wants to help.
Oh, my God. Sidney.
Is the man fast or what?
- Hi.
- Hi, Gale.
- I'm glad you're all right.
- Thank you.
Sid, this is Detective Kincaid.
Nice to finally meet you, Sidney.
- The killer called her.
- What? When?
What did he say?
Oh, you know, the
usual small talk.
What's new? How you been?
How do you wanna die?
Sidney, do you have any idea how
he could've gotten your number?
He could have monitored
her calls on a
scanner. Did you call
her from the set?
No.
Do you have her number
stored in your memory?
- Phone memory.
- Oh. Yeah, guess I do.
Has anyone else ever
used your phone?
Just Jennifer.
And you.
Hey, I'm the cop here.
You're in my office, Riley.
The killer leaves a photograph
after each murder, Sidney.