She's always in my hair
I hate scary movies. I should be studying. You know I got a bio due.
Baby, did I mention that these tickets were free ?
Sandra Bullock is playing right down the street.
Nobody wanna pay $7.50 see some Sandra Bullock sh*t... unless she's naked.
Oh, but you will sit through a movie called s*ab ?
It's adrenaline, Maureen. It's good to be scared.
It's primal. You know what I'm sayin' ?
No, I'm gonna tell you what it is, okay ?
It's a dumb-ass white movie about some dumb-ass white girls... gettin' their white asses cut the f*ck 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 Ph.D. in Black Cinema, Sister Souljah ?
Listen, I read my Entertainment Weekly, okay ? I know my sh*t.
Yeah, Maureen. I read my Black b*at, 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 ?
s*ab souvenirs. The studio send them.
Hah ! And it's white.
Thanks.
Thank you.
k*ll ! k*ll ! k*ll !
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 !
Shh !
Who is this ? Who would you like it to be ?
I don't like games. Who is this ?
Look out back.
You see your boyfriend anywhere ?
I don't even have a boyfriend right now.
Would you like one ?
Damn it all. Can l- Give me some money. I need to get some popcorn.
You got 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. Um, 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 k*lled a couple years ago in California.
Here's the popcorn. Thanks.
I was so scared, I almost had a heart att*ck.
Hah ! s*ab 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 playin' so much.
All right. I gotta go to the bathroom.
See ya inside.
Sorry.
Hello ?
No, no, no, no, no, no ! Don't do that !
Move ! Move ! Go !
All right, go !
Baby, give it up.
You came back just in time. It looks like she's about to get it.
Want some popcorn ?
Uh-uh. See, if that was me, I would be out of there.
Oh ! Here it comes !
Here it comes !
Here it comes ! Oh, my God !
Whoa, oh, oh This could be your lucky day In hell Never know who it might be At your doorbell
This could be your lucky day In hell In hell
Hello ?
Hello ? Hello, Sidney.
Yes ? What's your favorite scary movie ?
Who is this ? You tell me.
Cory Gillis, 555-0176.
Oh, sh*t ! Hot flash, Cory-
sh*t ! Crank calls are a criminal offense... 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, uh, it's not an easy thing to be accused of a crime you didn't commit, particularly one as heinous as m*rder.
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, 'cause 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 anymore.
Well, certainly, with Gale Weathers' book- and now the movie- it's set the record straight for Cotton Weary. One would think.
But, uh, Gale's- Gale's been terrific.
Hey ! Move your ass, okay ? You're late.
Don't forget about the 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 ? 'Cause 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 organized religion.
It's a sorority. Worse.
Look, Sid, just lower the walls for the next few days.
This self-induced isolation you got goin' 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 m*rder*d... last night during a sneak preview of the new movie s*ab.
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 theater is a result of the movie itself.
That is so Moral Majority. You can't blame real v*olence on entertainment.
What ? Wait a second. Yes, you can. Don't you even watch the news ?
Yeah. Hello ! The m*rder*r 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 k*ller obviously patterned himself after two serial K*llers... who have been immortalized on film. Thank you.
Are you suggesting that someone's trying to make a real-life sequel ?
s*ab 2 ? Who'd want to do that ? Sequels suck.
Oh, please. Please !
By definition alone, they're inferior films. Bullshit generalization.
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 !"
Believe the line is "Stay away from her, you bitch." It's film class, right ?
Whatever. You know what I mean. Another.
T2. Mmm.
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.
House II: 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 ll.
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.
sh*t happens at the movies. People get robbed, sh*t, maimed, m*rder*d.
Multiplex is just 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 theater telling our life story.
Coincidence ? You know what happened at Woodsboro.
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 doin' ? 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 gonna have huge numbers this weekend.
It'll break box office records.
Consider it done.
Uh, Miss Weathers ? Hi. I'm Joel.
The affiliate sent me. I'm your new cameraman.
Yeah. You got experience ? Huh ? Uh, yeah.
I mean, I'm local, but I sh*t the bingo finals.
Great. Great. I almost got an award for that.
All right, listen, Joel. This is how it works.
I point, you sh**t.
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 sh**t. I'm there !
Excuse me, Miss Weathers ? Uh, could I have a minute ?
No. Just one second.
I-l 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-l 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.
Um, 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 v*olence-in-cinema issues.
What is your position going to be ?
No comment. Miss Weathers, please- I would-
It would be an honor 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 theory on these murders ?
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 k*ller will strike again ?
We have no evidence that this is a serial k*ller.
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 gonna 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.
Hallie, are you gonna 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 gonna start to dress like that once you get in ? That's not gonna happen.
The Delta Lambdas are the biggest bunch of f*ckin'-
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, uh, theater'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, uh, 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 gonna talk to Chief Hartley and the local police.
I'm gonna just hang around.
I wanna make sure you're safe, if that's all right with you.
Yeah. I'd be honored.
All right, Sid.
Hey.
Hey.
You okay ? Uh-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 the family together.
I'm gonna 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, l-l 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 g*dd*mn 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 v*olence, but maybe you deserved it.
Page 32: "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 offense 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, enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver 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- f*cked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional.
Sidney, you made it !
Hi ! No, I really mean that.
Hi. Hi.
Do you girls want a drink ?
Uh, 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 ?
Mm-hmm. Sarah found out that Bailey slept with Gwen.
She dumped him, like, two episodes ago.
I wish she'd get her sh*t 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 sh*t 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 good-bye ?
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 assh*le trying to scare me.
That movie s*ab is bringing out the crazies.
sh*t. What is it ?
I heard a noise. Where ?
Upstairs.
sh*t !
Hello ? Hello ? k*ll, k*ll, k*ll, k*ll, k*ll, k*ll.
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 ? sh*t !
Campus Security. Yes. I'm calling from-
I can't hear you. Hello ?
-I'm calling from Omega Beta Zeta house.
Look, someone is harassing me.
Hello ? sh*t !
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 ? Mm-hmm. 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.
Wish it was Ted. Don't forget to set the alarm.
Hello ?
No ! Please, no !
No !
Never said I was innocent I will burn in hell for the things I've done to you Never said I was anything good
Everyone thinks that sororities are just about blow jobs, but it's not true. We only promote safe, condomed 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.
The Empire Strikes Back. It was a better story, improved effects.
Not a sequel. It was part of a trilogy. Completely planned.
I like those little furry things.
They're Ewoks. They blow.
Hey.
How ya doin' ? 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 ! sh*t !
I should have brought my drink.
Death by blunt trauma, and there's a double stabbing.
So it's definitely not su1c1de.
Okay. Thank you.
Gale, hi. You're just getting here. It's not good.
It's a single victim: sorority girl.
So- I gotta 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 sh*t. 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 k*ller'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 ?
Uh, no problem.
That's the easiest interrogation of my crime-filled life.
I'm gonna go get a quick cup of coffee. You want ?
No.
You want some, Sid ?
How you doin' ? 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 k*lled, you know. But he wasn't.
He's fine. He just needs to realize... 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 k*ller was inside, so I went in to see.
You're lucky there's no nerve damage.
You're gonna 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 k*ll 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, uh, no.
It's, uh, 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 gonna 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 k*ller.
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 ?
-It's 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 to me that if the k*ller is repeating... what happened in Woodsboro, it's quite possible that the k*ller... 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 m*rder 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 goin' ?
Where are the Secret Service guys ?
Uh, over there.
And which one is Kevin Costner ?
The one on the right is Officer Richards.
He is a Capricorn. Divorced. Father of two.
And the one on the left is Officer Andrews. He is a Gemini.
He's single, but I think he's gay.
Really ? Mm-hmm.
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 ?
Uh, Tom Cruise, Top g*n, 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 'Cause 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 gonna 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 k*ller... who also k*lled 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 Seymore's stagecoach... for one episode of Doctor Quinn.
This is Tori Spelling starring in the new film s*ab.
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 mom-
Sid, I think you need to just deal with that and move on.
I mean, when my mom left my dad, I accepted it.
That's the way the cookie crumbles. Moms leave.
Yeah, your mom left town. She's not buried in the cemetery somewhere.
My mom'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 m*rder hoopla.
So it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel.
Number one: the body count is always bigger.
Two: the death scenes are always much more elaborate; more blood, more gore.
Carnage candy. Your core audience just expects it.
And three: if you want your sequel to become a franchise, never ever-
How do we find the k*ller, 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 k*ller, or 'ers, has a half a brain.
He's not a Nick At Night 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 l. 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 roommate ?
Uh-huh. Serial K*llers 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 k*ller.
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 k*ller ?
How about Gale Weathers ? Gale ? A k*ller ?
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 k*ller.
Just because you're sweet on her- No, I'm not.
Please, this is me talking. Randy, the unrequited love-sl*ve 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, 'cause you were stabbed in the back.
Severed nerve. Look, Gale's no k*ller.
Okay, okay. Whatever you say.
But if she's not a k*ller, she's a target.
Joel, let's get some establishing sh*ts.
Um, 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 k*ller 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 gonna do what any rational human being would do, which is get the f*ck 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 k*lled.
We've been through this before. You know what I think about your potential as an actress.
I know. I know.
It-It's just that with, um, the murders... and the movie and my life-
I do know how difficult it is for you.
Gus, l-l 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.
She saw it all coming. The wars, the m*rder, 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, saith 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 goin' on ? What happened to Mickey ?
We swapped. He had to edit. You get me instead. What happened ?
Derek, don't.
Don't. I-l 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 k*ller is repeating Woodsboro-
Yes ?
I have Bob calling. I'll have to call you back.
That doesn't explain Sidney's att*ck.
Sidney wasn't k*lled in Woodsboro.
Wasn't for a lack of trying.
The k*ller'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 ?
Now, I'm warning you guys. I am a verb away from vacatin' these premises.
I'm gonna get me some coffee, donuts, Prozac, see if I can find some cr*ck, 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 k*ller is following a pattern, maybe we can figure out who's next.
I wouldn't follow a k*ller's pattern.
We were all involved in Woodsboro. Could be any one of us.
So what do you wanna do, bonehead ? Sit here and 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 Kn*fe cut through human flesh... and scrape the bone beneath ? It's him.
Who ? The k*ller.
He can see us.
Just keep him on the phone. What do you want me to say ?
I-l don't know. Just keep him talking. Come on, Gale.
Uh- Hi. What are we doing ?
Look for somebody with a cell phone.
So what's your favorite scary movie ? You'll never find me.
What do you care ? Let 'em have their fun.
So, uh- What's up ?
What's your favorite 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.
Hey !
Who's this ? Who's this ?
Gale Weathers, author of The Woodsboro Murders. Who ?
Come on.
Okay.
He's gotta be around here someplace.
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.
f*ck you !
No matter how hard you try, you'll never be the hero, and you'll never, ever get the girl.
sh*t ! sh*t ! 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 p*ssy-ass wet rag.
And Billy Loomis- Billy Loomis ! What the f*ck !
Jesus ! What a rat-lookin', h*m*-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, Mom. I don't see him.
Randy !
Ah !
What's goin' 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. sh*t.
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 ?
Um, 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 apologize anymore.
Sorry-schmarry, Sid. I have the solution to all of our problems.
What are you talking about ?
First of all, forget Gale Weathers.
She doesn't get it. She doesn't see the story. Between you and me, 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. 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.
Uh, maybe because I f*cking deserve a little exposure ?
I mean, come on, Sidney. You dragged my name through the mud, everybody thinks I'm some kind of psycho k*ller, and all I'm asking for is one f*cking 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 f*cked up Sidney Prescott !
Everybody's favorite little victim !
Ow ! What are you doing ? Relax !
Put your hands on top of your head ! Shut the f*ck up !
Jesus ! I'm not Billy Loomis ! You k*lled him ! He's dead ! Remember ?
Run it by me one more time, will ya ?
Why did you att*ck Sidney Prescott ? I didn't- There was no att*ck.
We were talking very heatedly.
Miss Prescott and l... 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 gonna break.
It's okay to break.
It's not gonna 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 program... 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 Kn*fe 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 gonna 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 k*ller 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- I really do.
Me too.
Could I give you a hand ?
What's in here ?
Just some crowd footage that Joel sh*t.
Hey, wait a minute.
If the k*ller 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 sh*t.
There's gotta be a VCR around here somewhere.
What's in there ?
Now we're gettin' 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.
f*ck 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.
f*ck !
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- Uh, guys-
To Troy ! We march ! Whoo !
This is so romantic.
And so Greek !
I was in the wrong place But it must have been the right time I was in the right place But it must have been the wrong song I was in the right vein But it seemed like the wrong arm I was in the right world But it seemed like wrong, wrong, wrong Wrong song 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 k*ll you.
Don't ask; don't tell.
Help me !
Oh, my God !
Outta the car, you fucker !
Get down back there ! Come on, you son-of-a-bitch !
I'll blow your f*ckin' 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 outta 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.
Come on, Sid. Don't ! Sid !
God, I hate this sh*t.
Oh, my God. Don't do that again.
Try the window.
sh*t ! Get me the f*ck outta here, Sid.
I can't. The door's jammed. You have to go through the front.
Oh, no f*ckin' way. Hallie, do it.
Go on. Hallie, go.
Okay.
Okay, that's right. Shh.
Okay. Okay, that's good.
Oh, right through his eye.
Come on.
That's good. Easy. Easy.
He's not gonna hurt you.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
Hallie. What ?
I wanna know who it is.
Oh, no. Come on, Sid. Please ? 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 f*ck outta 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. sh*t.
Oh, sh*t. What ?
He's gone ! What ?
No !
Gale.
No, no, 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 !
sh*t.
You can't miss the street- Help me !
...curfew in full effect. Give me the g*dd*mn phone !
Gale. I was right in the middle of a story. I've got your g*dd*mn story !
What's the matter ? Operator, this is an emergency ! Get me the police !
What's happening ? The k*ller ! It's Cotton-f*cking-Weary !
Cotton Weary ?
Hello ?
Gus ?
Hello ?
Hello ?
Hello ?
Derek ?
Derek ! Oh, God.
Thank you. Thank God, Sid. Thought I was gonna be up there till opening night.
sh*t ! Who tied these ? We gotta get outta here. The brothers got me, Sid.
He's out there. He k*lled Hallie. What are you talking about ?
The k*ller ! 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 ?
Hmm, Sid ?
Mickey.
Surprise, Sidney.
What the f*ck ? Since Derek, here, disappeared on my ass, I been on my own all f*ckin' night.
Thanks a lot, partner. You m*therf*cker !
Sid, he's crazy. You know me better than that.
Come on, Sid. I gotta 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. Hmm ?
Boyfriend. k*ller. Boyfriend. k*ller.
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 gonna f*ckin' k*ll you !
f*ckin' k*ll you ! You are dead ! Dead !
Derek.
Sid. - Derek.
I'm sorry.
I never... would've... hurt you.
Never.
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 gonna be a doctor.
This was just the kind of boy you'd like to take home to Mom.
If you had a mom. f*ck you !
Oh ! So vulgar. Did Billy let you talk to him this way ?
Billy was a sick f*ck, just like you.
No. Billy was a sick f*ck who tried to get away with it.
Mickey is a sick f*ck who wants to get caught. Yeah !
See, I've got my whole defense planned out.
I'm gonna 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 'cause these days it's all about the trial.
Can't you see it ? The effects of cinema v*olence on society.
I'll get Dershovitz or Cochran to represent me.
Bob Dole on the witness stand in my defense.
Hell, the Christian Coalition'll pay my legal fees.
It's airtight, Sid.
I'm an innocent victim.
You're a psychotic. Yeah, well. Shh.
That'll be our little secret.
'Cause people love a good trial. It's like theater. They're dyin' 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 f*cking k*lled him.
You piece of sh*t !
Sid.
You got a Linda Hamilton thing going.
No, no. It's nice. I like it.
Now, who's doin' 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 comin', did ya ?
Jesus.
It can't be. I've- 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 K*llers 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 gonna work. Wait till the trial !
It is gonna rock !
Oh, Mickey. There's not gonna 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 k*lled my son !
And now I k*ll you. And I can't think of anything more rational.
You're never gonna get away with this.
Of course I will.
Everything's traceable back to Mickey.
Including the cop g*n he used to k*ll everybody.
But let's just suppose that you... had gotten hold of the other cop's g*n.
And you chased Mickey. And there was a big sh**t-out and a big scuffle.
And you sh*t Mickey, k*lled Mickey dead.
But not before he got off one sh*t at you.
Okay. So, have I covered everything ?
Are there any questions, any comments ? You know what, though ?
Who give a flyin' f*ck anyway ?
Let 'em try and track down the second possible k*ller. 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 patronize a woman with a g*n, Sidney.
Randy spoke poorly of Billy, and I got a little Kn*fe 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 parent's 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 f*ckin' move !
Goddammit ! Cotton.
Okay, okay, okay. Everybody slow down.
I have had a very, very bad day, and I would like to know exactly what the f*ck is going on here ?
Sidney ? Cotton, meet Billy Loomis' mother.
She's the k*ller.
What ?
Then who's that ? The other k*ller.
Mickey. Okay.
Look, Cotton- Shut up.
So. Hi.
You're, uh, 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 k*ll her !
As long as she's alive, you're never gonna 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 k*ll 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.
Well- Well-
It's, uh, 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 lookin' real good right about now.
Huh ?
Consider it done.
Wow.
That... was intense.
Hey, Sidney, uh-
Look, I want you to know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.
Cotton, give me the g*n.
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, sh*t !
Cotton. Could somebody get me outta here ?
Gale ! Are you all right ?
I been sh*t. Of course not.
Help ! Give me your hand, Gale.
Jesus, Gale, you scared the crap outta 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- 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.
Kn*fe 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 ? 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, uh, I'll tell you one thing.
It'll make a hell of a movie. Thank you.
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
'Cause love she's never known
Well, it's moments like these When she hates to be alone Forgive me She said
I'm sleepin' 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 Runnin', goin' out at night Friends they push and pull you b*rned out ground Poor flowers Spinning, falling outta 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 La-la-la-la, ooh I'll dig a hole La-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 Y'all be trippin' Man, the ghetto got me I know it I be like eyes open, turnin' 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 'em out the hood One, two I'm comin' for you Three, four I'm kickin' up in your door This whole life it seem to be a bad dream Scream as loud as you want but ain't nobody gonna 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
Scream 2 (1997)
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