All language subtitles for Scream VI (2023) (NetNaija.com)

[phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

[person screaming]

[phone ringing][pop music playing]

Just one sec.

Hasta El Fuego.
Please hold.

Okay.

This way.

[customers chattering, laughing]

[hostess] Here you are.
Your server
will be right with you.

Hey, Jason.

Hey.

Hi. Do you know what you want?

- Uh, yeah.
- Cool.

Thanks.

Hi!

[clears throat]

[cell phone chimes, vibrates]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

Um...

Okay.

- Another shot?
- Yeah, sure. Okay. Um...

[cell phone rings][hums]

[clears throat] Hi. Hi, Reggie.

Laura, hi.[chuckles]

Hello. Um, so nice to phone-meet you

in this
incredibly embarrassing way.

Oh, you know, no-- no problem.
It's fine.

This is what I get
for picking a trendy place
with no sign out front, huh?

[chuckles]

Yeah, why do they do that here? I don't know.

I've only been in the city
for a few months.

Me, too! No way! Yeah. Oh, wow.

Well, um,
it's a very cool restaurant.

Is it on Hudson? Yes.

Am I on Hudson? I don't know.

I am not on Hudson. Shit.

[chuckles]

Uh, I am now
walking towards Hudson.

Okay. I am so, so sorry.

This is not
the first impression
I wanted to make

on a college professor.

Oh, pfft. Associate Professor,

and it's just
Film Studies, so...

Oh....you're safe.

Film Studies? That's...
[chuckles] ...cool.

You say that,
but try teaching a class
on 20th-century slashers

to a heap
of hungover 19-year-olds.

Slashers, huh?

[imitating Ghostface]
What's your favorite
scary movie?

Um, not that one.

[both laughing]

So why slashers?

Well, I just, you know,
I think it's interesting.

You can really examine
the culture of the moment

by looking at
the tropes of the time.

Like, um, the masked killer,
the final girl,

the different rules:

Don't split up. Don't have sex.

[both chuckling]

Don't answer the phone. Exactly, exactly, exactly.

It's all cliché.

But out of those clichés
comes an opportunity

for outsider art.

A voice for the voiceless,
you might say.

Mmm.[whispers]
Jesus Christ.

Yeah, I'm more of
a rom-com guy,
to be honest.

[chuckles] Okay, I think I'm on Hudson.

Okay. Um...

What color is the outside
of the restaurant?

I-I think it's red.

I don't see anything red.
[chuckles]

I, um-- I could be wrong.
Let me just, um...

Let me go have
a little look-see.

Oh, okay. Thank you.

All right, um...

Yep, it's definitely red.

Yeah, I'm not seeing
anything red here.

[people chattering]

Sure you're on Hudson?

Um... Oh, crap,
I'm still a block over.

It looks like there's
an alley I can cut through.

Is the restaurant
near an alley?

Um...

Yes! Yes.
There is an alley.

Oh, perfect.
I'm coming down the alley.

[people continue chattering]

I don't see you.

Wait. Really? Are you sure?

Uh...

Let me just...

Uh, there are some dumpsters
about halfway down.

I see them,
but I don't see you.

Yeah, I don't see you, either.

This is creepy, right?

Uh, a little bit.[chuckles]

20th-century slashers, huh?

Yeah. Are you sure you're
walking towards Hudson?

I'm sure.

Oh, wait, I think I see you!
Can you wave?

Can you see me?

Uh, the person I'm looking at
isn't waving.

They're just staring at me.

Are you sure?

Okay, this is weird.

Um...
Now they're moving towards me.

Are you okay?

Shit. He's following me.

I don't see anybody.

Holy shit! He's after me!

Where are you?

He's got a knife! What?

And that's not the worst part.[voice modulator powers up]

The worst part is...

[as Ghostface]
...you teach a class
about slashers

and you still walked
into a dark alley.

Alone.

Okay, that's not funny.

[Ghostface chuckles,
breathes heavily]

No.

It's not.

[passerby screams]

[people laughing, chattering]

[exhales]

[Ghostface grunting][screaming]

[gasping]

[Ghostface]
Now I see something red.

[grunts][blood splattering]

[breathing heavily]

[blood dripping]

[laughing in distance][siren wailing]

[grunts]

[students chattering]

[Reggie humming]

[students chattering, laughing]

[student 1]
Hey, girl, you look great!

[student 2] You're not wearing
a costume? Come on.

No, I wouldn't
- have done that.
- Oh, hey. Tara!

Jason.

Are you and Greg gonna come
to the OKB party?

Well, if he finishes his
Spanish project in time,
yes, we will.

Is your sister coming?

No, Sam wouldn't be caught dead
at a frat party.

There's a first time
for everything.

Not tonight, though.

- Can't convince her?
- No. That's not my problem,
that's yours.

- Save me a drink!
- All right.
I'll see you.

[thunder rumbling]

Honey, I'm home!

[victim 1 screaming on TV]

Greg?

Greg?

[victim 1 on TV screams]

[victim 2 on TV screams]

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone beeps]

I'm sorry, okay?

I--

I just got massive blue balls,
and I-- I had to practice.

Please don't be mad.
How mad are you?

[Ghostface]
Oh, I'm not mad, Jason.

Dude.

We said we wouldn't
use the voice on each other.

We said a lot of things.[thunder rumbling]

This is Greg, right?

[Ghostface chuckling]

Who else would it be?

[Jason] Where are you?
I want to tell you about it.

Oh, by the way,

we should go to that frat party.
Tara's going.

What was it like? Not on the phone, man.

Seriously, turn off
the fucking voice modulator.

I'm just trying
to get the voice right.

You got to have your practice,
I get mine.

Whatever.

Just tell me
what it felt like.

Then maybe I'll come out.

Dude, I know
you're not here.

Humor me.

All right, fine.

[sighs] It was even better

than we ever could have imagined.

[thunder rumbling]

I mean,
when the knife went in her,

it's like
she wasn't human anymore.

Just an animal.

[victim 2 on TV screaming,
crying]

And every time it went in,

she was less and less human.

And then,

she was just meat.

But she wasn't just meat, Jason.

She was a person.
Our film professor.

Yeah, well,

fuck her.[Ghostface chuckles]

[clears throat]

She gave me a C-minus
on my giallo paper.

Is that why you killed her?
Because of the C-minus?[sighs]

Who's next, your grade-school
vice principal?

You know who's next.

Why are you
being like this?

Come on, Jason.

How long
have we known each other?

You tell me.

Eight years.

We met in junior high.
In Atlanta.

I just want you to tell me
why you think
you're doing this.

In your words.

We're finishing
Richie's film.

That's right,
by killing Sam and Tara.

Why are you fucking with me?

Why won't you tell me
where you are?

Why do you keep asking me that?
I already told you.

I'm here.

Let's play a game.[sighs] Shit.

Do you know Warmer, Colder?

Come on, find me.

And then we'll go and cut up
the Carpenter sisters.

Are you using
the fucking cameras?

Yeah. The cameras.

And at the moment,
you're very, very cold.

All right, douchebag,
let's play.

Cold.

[sighs]

Heating up.

Warmer.

Warmer.

[heartbeat thumping]

[chattering on TV]

All right, you know what?
This is stupid.

I'm gonna hang up now.

But you're getting warmer.

[character moaning on TV]

Colder.

Warmer.

Warmer.

You're on fire!

[gasps] Oh, fuck!

[screams]

Do you feel
like an animal, Jason?

[screaming]

Please, stop!

Like meat?

But we have
to finish the movie.

Who gives a fuck about movies?

[Jason screams]

♪ In my head ♪

♪ Let it begin ♪

♪ Push it away
But it's pulling me in♪

♪ Trying to pretend ♪

♪ I'm not aware
When I do it again♪

♪ I know the signs ♪

♪ I see the pattern
In front of my eyes♪

♪ Something inside me
Open it wide♪

♪ Stretching me ♪[backup singer]
♪ In my head ♪

♪ I can feel it getting closer ♪

♪ In my head ♪

♪ Breathing heavy
On my shoulder♪

♪ And I'm trying to fake it ♪

♪ But there's no way
To escape it♪

♪ In my head ♪[music ends]

So how are the new meds
treating you?

Okay, I think.

Still not seeing anyone
I shouldn't be.

What I'm really worried about,
though, is Tara.

What I'm really
worried about is you.

You've been coming here
for six months now,

and all we've
really spoken about

is how your sister
isn't dealing with

whatever happened
to both of you

a year ago.

Now, you've alluded
to an abusive relationship,

issues with your father,

but every time I push you
for specifics, you shut down.

I have trust issues.

Okay.

If I'm going
to help you,

um, I-- I need you to
give me the details.

Okay.

My father was Billy Loomis.

He was a famous serial killer.

They made a movie about him.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Certainly did.

Last year I found out

that my boyfriend
was also a serial killer

and only dating me
because he idolized my father.

- Uh-huh.
- Him and his psycho girlfriend

killed a bunch of people.

And when it got out
that I'm Billy's daughter,

this crazy rumor started online

that I orchestrated
the whole thing and framed them.

[sighs]

[grunts]

Huh?

[Sam] Richie was my boyfriend.

But you didn't.

- Of course not.
- Okay.

He almost killed my sister

and me,

before I stopped him.

Okay, and how...

How-how did you stop him?

Well, I stabbed him 22 times
and slit his throat.

And then I shot him
in the head.

But that's not why I'm here.

Why are you here?

Because...

it felt right.

I... [clears throat] Uh...
I think we're done here.

What? No, you said
give you details. I'm just--

I-- I'm not equipped
to deal with this kind of thing.

Please, Dr. Stone.
I'm asking for your help.

By law, I'm required
to report this
to the authorities.

Report it? Report what?

I didn't say
I was gonna do anything.

Not explicitly, no.

You know what?

Forget it.

You're just like all the others.

[exhales][door slams shut]

[people chattering]

[siren wailing]

[line ringing]

Hey, you've reached Tara.
Why aren't you texting me?

[line beeps]
You know you're supposed
to pick up when I call.

I got out of therapy early,
so I was thinking
maybe we cook dinner tonight.

If you want.
I'll see you soon.

[locks clicking]

[locks clicking]

Hey!

Tara?

[thudding][glass clinking]

[roommate moaning]

[bed frame creaking][roommate continues moaning]

[roommate] Oh, yeah.[sighs, chuckles]

Quinn?

[Quinn chuckles] Oh, shit.[Quinn's lover] Come on!

[whispers]
Were we being too loud?

[Quinn's lover groaning]
Not at all.
Have you seen Tara?

Um...

Don't be mad.

- Why would I be mad?
- Because you get mad.

Is that Paul?

[Quinn's lover]
Who the fuck is Paul?

Life, I have found,

is about variety.

[scoffs]

Okay.

- Uh, this one's yours.
- Thanks.

Where's Tara?

She went
to the Omega Kappa Beta party.

I begged her
not to go to that!

And we've now arrived
at mad.

Do you know if she at least
took her Taser?

I cannot speak
to how heavily armed Tara is

at this fraternity party.

[sighs]

[Quinn's lover]
Babe, you coming back?"Babe"?

I don't know.

[Sam sighs]

[Quinn gasps]

Ooh,
is Cute Boy shirtless again?

[Quinn's lover]
- Who's Cute Boy, babe?
- Always you... sweetie.

You guys have been checking
each other out for months.

Why don't you just
talk to him?

Because that right there

is about all the romantic
interaction I'm ready for.

- I'm gonna go find Tara.
- Okay.

- Be right back.
- Bye.

[door opens, closes][whispers] Damn.

["Blow the Whistle" playing]

[partygoers laughing, chatting]

♪ And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums...♪

[cheering]

[chanting]
Chug, chug, chug, chug!

♪ Two singers
And ten comedians♪

♪ And I'm still gonna yell it
Every time you see me in ♪

♪ What's my favorite word... ♪

What up, man?

[partygoer 1]
Where can I get another beer?

[partygoer 2] Who's drinking?
Let's party!

[partygoer 1] Hey, guys.
Oh, my God, Lou, how are you?

♪ Blow the whistle ♪

♪ Blow the whistle ♪

It doesn't bother you?

Being at a house party
after you were almost

brutally murdered
at a house party?

No, I think of it
like being struck by lightning.

The odds of it
happening twice

to the same person
are extremely low.

Ah.

Guess I should stay close
to you then.

[both chuckle]

Shit, I'm sorry. [giggles]
Watch out.

Hi.[laughing]

How are you doing, T?

[giggling] Hi.

You're lying.

No, last one's kicked.

We got some hard stuff
in the kitchen, though.

Frankie.

Tara.

Lead the way.

You Omega Beta Zeta?

No, not yet.
But I might rush it.

Oh, freshman. Right on!

Where from?

Michigan.

All right.

You know what?

I got a bottle of Fireball
up in my room.

[scoffs]

Fuck it. Yeah, go.

- Uh... Oh, I don't love that.
- Mm-mmm.

[laughing]

Hey!
You want to call it a night?

No, uh...

I think that I'm actually
still gonna hang,

but you guys don't have
to wait for me.

Don't worry.
I'll take care of her.

I'm Frankie.

And I'm spectacularly uninterested

in knowing
anything about you.

[laughs]

No, dude, Anika,
I'm not that bad.

But I appreciate you
looking out for me.

[chuckles]

Let me see it in your face.
Mmm. Mmm.

- Closer. Closer. Ooh. Uh.
- Ooh.

All right, all right.

Cheers, man,
to the dynamic duo

of Hortense Tower,
third floor, room 315.

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

[groans, spits]

Oh, man.
Time to start making moves.

Yeah, get you out there.
Introduce you to some girls!

What about her?

She's gorgeous.

- Great. Ask her out.
- No, I can't.

Ask her out. Ask her out.

Shut up!

Got to have confidence.
Plus, look at you, man!

You're a snack!

Practically an entire meal
all on your own.

- Really?
- Yeah. You're Ethan Landry.

Hey, excuse me!

- Chad.
- Howdy. How you doing?

My friend here,
he's a snack, right?

[Chad chuckles]

- What did that mean?
- No, it's good.

- What?
- It's not bad.

There's room for improvement!

Hey, big guy, you're needed.

See ya.

Aren't you that girl involved
in that "Stab" shit

in California last year?

No.
That's a different pirate.

Hey, partner!

Tara's good down here.

[scoffs] Sorry, bro,
I didn't catch that.

[chuckles]

Yeah, you did.

No, Chad.

- It's fine. I want to.
- Yeah, see, Chad?

- It's okay.
- She wants to.

Come on.[winces] Ow!

- Get your fucking hands off her.
- Get the fuck off me!

Guys!

Who the fuck are you,
Risky Business?

Stop![Sam] Guys, guys!

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm just gonna tase you
in the balls real quick.

[grunts, shrieks]

Don't ever lay hands
on my sister.

You fucking bitch!

Sam.[Frankie] Fuck you!

Are you fucking kidding me?

You're stalking me now?

Holy shit,
it's that psycho girl!

[partygoer] That's her?

[partygoers chattering]

Tara. Will you stop?

I cannot believe you did that!
You embarrassed me.

That guy was a dick.

He was gonna
take advantage of you.

- So?
- So?

If I want to hook up
with an asshole,

that's my decision!

- It's my decision.
- Okay.

It's not about you!

You're out of my life
for five years,

and then you can't
leave me alone for five minutes.

Because you're not dealing
with what happened to us.

Have you even gone
to see the counselor once?

[Tara] No, I'm not going to.[Sam] Why not?

Because I'm uninterested in
living in the past like you are.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Guys, come on.

It means I'm not gonna let what
happened to us for three days

define the rest of my life.

So you're just gonna
pretend it never happened.

What are you doing here, Sam?
In New York.

You're working two shitty jobs
to help with rent, whatever,

but what's your plan?

I know what I'm gonna do.

Okay? Because I'm gonna
keep going to college,

I'm gonna get my degree,
and I'm gonna live my life.

My life.

Okay? I know.

You just followed me here,

and you won't let me
out of your sight.

I'm just trying
to look out for you.

I-- [sighs]

I know.

I know you are.

You can't do it
for the rest of my life, though.

You have to let me go.

[footsteps approaching] Hey!

[gasps]

Murderer!

What the fuck is wrong
with you, bitch?

You got a problem with me?

You guys should stay away
from her.

- She knows what she did.
- I didn't fucking do anything!

Sure, bitch.

Walk away!

I'm so sick of this shit.

[Mindy] Hey, calm down. Come on.

Hey, I have tissues
if you want tissues.

["when the party's over"
playing]

I have, like,
three tissues.

♪ Don't you know too much
Already?♪

♪ I'll only hurt you
If you let me♪[thunder rumbling]

♪ Call me friend
But keep me closer...♪

[knocks on door][Quinn] Hey.

I'm sorry I told Sam
where you went.

It's fine. I just...

She's all the way up my ass.

Like usual.

I know what it's like
when they hold on too tight.

After we, um...

lost my brother,

my dad
wouldn't leave me alone.
[chuckles]

He even transferred to the NYPD
when I got into college, so...

Stalker much? [chuckles]

I'm gonna go,
let you guys... chat.

[door closes][Tara] Thank you.

You can, um,
go back to your dorm.

I'm pretty sure
the fighting is done
for the day.

That's too bad.

I was actually looking forward
to getting some shots in
while I can.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Bring it.[chuckles]

Um...

Thank you

for not letting me go
up those stairs.

♪ ...you'll be a dream ♪

Yeah, I don't know,

I think I was just
more messed up
than I realized.

♪ And I watch you float
Cross the floor
And the night... ♪

Survivors got to
stick together... you know.

And besides,
you can do a lot better
than Date Rape Frankie.

Tara, you're...

I think you're really special.

♪ Maybe we're only strangers
On mystery trains ♪

♪ You're only a ghost
Who has stolen my heart away ♪

I'm not messed up anymore.

Just so you know.

Okay.

♪ Now, if you need me... ♪

I forgot my phone.

- Did I cock-block you?
- What did you just say?

- I cock-blocked you.
- No.

I cock-blocked you,
didn't I?Immediate no.

Please stop saying
the word "cock."

What did you need?[Quinn] My phone.

Don't ever enter a room
- like that again.
- I won't.

- No, it was rude.
- I'm gonna go.

But get some rest,
get sober,

and please don't kill
your sister, okay?

She loves you very much.

Good night![Tara] Bye-bye.

Quinn...[whispers]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Fuck.

[inhales, sighs]

♪ Maybe we were always strangers
On mystery trains ♪

♪ You were only a ghost
That has stolen my heart away ♪

[gate buzzes, opens]

[gate buzzes][whispers] Careful.

Someone might see us.

[whispers] You always say
the most romantic things.

- Danny.
- What?

Can I help it if my kink is
"woman who's ashamed
to be seen with me"?

Come on.
You know it's not that.

I'm just not ready for--

I know, for your sister
and your friends to know

that you enjoy
physical contact
with another human being.

I get it, I do.

Your secret
is safe with me.

A little thing--
It's not a big deal--

I just can't help but notice
that you're covered
in Cherry Coke.

Um, I'm pretty sure
it's Diet Cherry Coke, actually.

- Oh.
- What, you don't like it?

No, I love it! I do.

It's a very sensual,
aromatic choice.

[chuckles]

Was that another
conspiracy nut?

Being famous
isn't all it's cracked up to be.

And Tara's pissed at me.
- Again.
- Mm-hmm.

She says she wants me
to let her go.

Yeah, family can be rough.[running footsteps]

[Chad] Sam!

Get up here right now!

[reporter on TV]
I'm standing in front
of the apartment building...

What's going on? ...where the mutilated bodies

of two students... Cute Boy. Nice.

...were discovered.

Their names have just
been released by police.

Jason Carvey
and Greg Bruckner.

Holy shit, that's that chode
from our Film Studies class!

The one obsessed with Argento. Also found at the scene

were various
Ghostface costumes,

a character popularized
by theStab movie franchise.

Pack a bag.
We leave in ten.

[Tara] Sam! Wait, Sam!

- We're getting out of the city.
- What?

Thank you, suspicious new guy,
but we got it from here.

Have a good night.
Get home safe.

Go, go, go.

Sam!

Sam, wh--

- [stammers] Hold on.
- Come on.

[Tara] No, wait, let's talk
about this for a second.

'Cause this might not
have anything to do with us.

- Are you serious?
- It's a big city!

It's Halloween.
Everybody's wearing masks!

- You don't know.
- Tara,
this isn't a coincidence.

- You knew him!
- Barely.

Chad, Mindy, back me up.

It is a little bit... Close to home.

See?

Quinn, your dad's a cop, right?

Can you call him
and find out what's going on?

Before you make
the unilateral decision

to abandon my college education
and flee the fucking state!

- I'm calling him now.
- Thank you.

[phone ringing]

[Tara] Who is it?

[phone continues ringing]

Why did everyone just freak out
when her phone rang?

You got to keep up, my dude.

Sam?

My dad wants to talk to you.

Mr. Bailey, hi.[Mr. Bailey] Hey, Sam.

[camera shutter clicking]
I was actually just about
to call you.

[Sam] Well, my sister thinks
I'm probably overreacting.

[Mr. Bailey]
No, unfortunately, you're not.

[Sam] What do you mean?
What's going on?

I'm afraid I need you
to come down to the station.

Sam, slow down.

Tara, no.
Get back inside, lock the door.

Are you serious?

Now you don't want
to stick together?

Fine.

[cell phone ringing][siren wailing]

What the fuck?

I never deleted his contact.

This is coming
- from his number.
- Don't pick that up.

Just let it ring.

Sam.

Who is this?[Ghostface]
Hello, Samantha.

Did you miss me?

I want you to think
long and hard

about whether you really
want to do this.

Because the last two people
that fucked with us

ended up dead.

[Ghostface]
You should be thanking me, Sam.

Jason and Greg were gonna
kill you and your sister.

I gutted them
before they had the chance.

So what?
You're protecting us now?

[Ghostface] Not quite.

I'm going to show the world
who you really are:

A liar and a killer.

I'm going to punish you, Sam.

You shouldn't believe
everything you read
on the Internet, asshole.

Don't be cute.
You're gonna pay
for what you did.

And I'm not gonna stop
until I butcher you.

You and anyone
who gets between us.

You and Tara
better watch your backs.

You better watch yours.

No! No![Tara grunts]

Run![Tara panting]

Come on!

- Help! Please!
- In there!

Please help us!

- We were just attacked.
- Call 911!

There's a fucking line here,
girls.[clamoring]

I'm telling you, sir.
Could you--

You got a problem here, guy?

[gasps]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[both gasp]

[shotgun cocks]
Hey!

[shells clatter]

- Go out the back!
- Thank you!

[Tara breathing heavily]

- [Sam] Fuck, it's locked.
- Keys! We need your keys!

[grunts]

- Look out!
- Watch out!

[shouts, grunts]

[both gasping]

Wait.

Wait, wait! No, no, no!

[music playing on radio]

[glass shattering]

[shotgun cocks]

[whimpering]

[both quivering]

[footsteps approaching]

[can clatters]

[glass crunches]

[Sam grunts]

Run! Go! Run!

[sirens wailing]

[tires screeching]

[officer 1] Let's go.[officer 2] Going round back.

[door hinges creak]

[police radio chatter][officers clamoring]

[sighs]

[door opens]

This was found next to the body
at the apartment crime scene.

DNA says that it belonged
to someone named Richie Kirsch.

Does that ring a bell?

We're familiar
with him.

But the one that attacked us
had a different mask on.

It was kind of more beat up.
Like it was older.

Uh...

I got to ask...

do you have alibis
for earlier tonight?

I was at a party
with my friends.

I was at my therapist's.

I can give you his information.
You can call to check
if you want.

And then I met Tara
at that party,

where I tased someone.

Unrelated.

Was that before
or after this happened?

[student] Murderer!

[Sam] What the fuck
is wrong with you, bitch?

You got a problem with me? Before.

The point is,
we were with people all night.

So, our roommate's dad

just happened
to pull our case.

That'd be a crazy coincidence, right?

- Yeah.
- The detective who had the case,

he offered it to me
because it involves Quinn.

Um, but I can totally give it
back if you're uncomfortable.

It's up to you.

It's fine.

So if the man who attacked you
did steal your license

and plant it next to the body,

it'd probably be somebody
close to you.

How long have you known
your friends?

Well, we moved here
with Mindy and Chad

for summer semester,
like, six months ago.

So, Quinn, um, Ethan, Anika--
all since then.

I think I can vouch for Quinn,
so that's one less
we have to worry about.

Do either of you have anyone
that might want to target you?

Not anyone
who's still alive.

Yikes.[door opens]

FBI's here,
claiming jurisdiction.

Where are they?

[sighs]

Can I help you?

Special Agent Kirby Reed, FBI.

I work out
of the Atlanta office.

Oh. You lost?

[chuckles]

Your two vics
were residents of my city

before they moved here
for college.

I have been investigating
their online activity

for the past few months.

Wow.

Why?

I take a special interest
in Ghostface attacks.

- Kirby?
- Hey, Sam.

What?

[Kirby] Tara.

You're the FBI?Mm-hmm.

- You guys know each other?
- Yeah.

We went
to Woodsboro High together.

She was a senior
when I was a freshman.

We share a certain history, yeah.

I'm not trying
to get into

a jurisdictional
pissing contest here,

I just want to help.

I'll show you mine,
et cetera.

Thank you.

He left this mask
at the bodega.

DNA traces of two individuals,

Charlie Walker, Jill Roberts,
both deceased.

The Ghostface killers of 2011.

Charlie Walker gave me this.

Like I said,
I take a special interest.

Is this the mask he was wearing
when he attacked you?

No.

So he's leaving them
on purpose.

Which means whoever's doing this

is a student of the killers
who came before.

Maybe he believes

Sam is the latest
in a long line.

Yeah, good luck with that.
We're getting out of town.

I'm sorry,
that's not possible.

You're both persons of interest
in a double homicide,

so you're not allowed
to leave town. Sorry.

- Are you serious?
- He's right.

But if we work together--We're going.

[reporters chattering]

Samantha, do you have an alibi
for last night's murders?

Tara, do you feel safe
around your sister?

Tara! Tara!

Gale Weathers, Channel 4.

Do you ladies
think you're the reason

the Ghostface killer
has come to the Big Apple?

[scoffs]

[crowd gasps]

[scoffs] Nice try, sweetie,
but I've done this dance before.

[grunts][crowd gasps]

Stay away from us.[reporters clamoring]

Are you still mad at me?

You said you wouldn't write
a book about what happened.

And then you wrote a book
about what happened.

Oh, come on.

Somebody was gonna write
about it!

It's what I do.

I heard you couldn't sell
the movie rights.

It's all about true-crime
limited series these days.

After everything
we went through together.

What would Dewey think?

- That's a low blow.
- So was your book.

You called me "unstable"
and a "born killer."

- That's taken out of context.
- That's literally a quote.

You don't think
what you wrote
has something to do

with what's happening to us?

[Sam] Come on.

Hey, I talked to Sidney.

She's not coming here,
- is she?
- No.

She sends her love,

but she's taking Mark
and the kids someplace safe.

She deserves
to have her happy ending.

On that much, we agree.

Hey, I want to catch this fucker
as much as you do!

Maybe.

Or maybe you're just afraid

that without Ghostface
in your life,

you're gonna fade away.

[taxi departing]

You fools! You're in danger!

Can't you see?
They're after you!

They're after all of us!
Our wives,

our children, everyone![knocks on door]

They're here already!
You're next!

[continues on TV]
You're next! You're next!
You're next!

You're next!

[knocks on door]

[Dr. Stone] Who is it?

You're a day early
for trick-or-treating, you know.

[dog barking in distance]

["Red Right Hand" playing]

[students chattering]

♪ Take a little walk
To the edge of town♪

♪ And go across the tracks... ♪

[Mindy] Okay, nerds,
listen up!

As terrifying
as this all is,

I'm actually glad
I get a chance to redeem myself

for not calling the killers
last time.

- Yep.
- It's fine. Okay.

The way I see it, someone is out
to make a sequel to the requel.

Um, what's a requel?

You're beautiful, sweetie.
Let's hold questions to the end.

Stab 1 took place
in Woodsboro.

Stab 2 took place in college.

So we think that
the killer is trying
to copy the movies?

That is one possibility.

Heroes now in college:
Check.

Suspicious new characters
brought in
to round out the suspect list

and/or body count:
Check, check and check.
I don't like this.

But it can't just be
about Stab 2.

- Why not?
- It would make sense

if this were just a sequel.

But we're not in a sequel,

because nobody
just makes sequels anymore.

We're in a franchise!

And there are certain rules
to a continuing franchise.

- I had a feeling.
- Rule one:

Everything is bigger
than last time.

Bigger budget, bigger cast,
bigger body count.

Longer chases, shoot-outs, beheadings.

You got to top what came before
to keep people coming back.

- Beheadings?
- Beheadings.

Rule two:
Whatever happened last time,
expect the opposite.

Franchises only survive
by subverting expectations.

If the killers last time
were whiny snowflake film nerds

with Letterboxd accounts
instead of personalities,

you can bet
the opposite will be true here.

And rule three:
No one is safe.

Legacy characters?
Cannon fodder at this point.

Usually brought back
only to be killed off

in some cheap bid
for nostalgia.

It's not looking too good
for Gale and Kirby.

Oh, and that's
not even the worst part!

This is the part where she
tells us the worst part.

The worst part is

franchises are just
continuing episodic installments
designed to boost an IP.

Which means main characters

are completely expendable now, too.

Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson,
Ellen Ripley,

Sally Hardesty, Jigsaw,
Tony Stark, James Bond--

I mean, even Luke Skywalker--

all died so their franchises
could live on.

That means it's not
just the friend group.

Any of us could go
at any time,

especially Sam and Tara.

[Ethan] Wait, any of us?[Mindy] Yeah.

[stammers]
Am I in the friend group?[Mindy] Yeah.

Am I, like,
one of the targets?[Mindy] Mm-hmm.

Am I gonna die a virgin?

That was a weird overshare.

But it brings us
to our current suspects:

Ethan.

The shy, dorky guy
who no one suspects

because he's so shy and dorky.

Why am I
on the suspect list?

Because I'm randomly
Chad's roommate?

Roommate lotteries
can be juked.

You could have fixed it
to get next to us.

Quinn.

The slutty roommate.

A horror movie...
[smacks lips] ...classic.

"Sex positive,"
but... thank you?

Mm-hmm. Um, how did you come
to live with Sam and Tara?

I answered their ad online.

Okay, say no more.

You've already implicated
yourself enough.

It was an anonymous ad, Mindy.

And you know we vetted her.
Plus her dad is a cop.

And that makes it more likely
that she's the killer,

because having a cop dad
is a great cover.

Do you not remember
how these movies work, Tara?

Is she always like this?

And finally... Anika.

[kisses][kisses]

Never trust the love interest.

Okay! So, we have our rules
and we have our suspects.

But wait.
What about you guys?

I mean, I think it's pretty safe
to rule out the four of us

who went through this last year
in Woodsboro.

- Agreed.
- Um, not agreed.

What if the trauma
you all went through

caused one
or more of you to snap?

Yeah, or the fame you got
from the killings
made you thirsty for more.

I mean, let's be honest here,

some of the theories online
about Sam are--

Don't you fucking dare.

Okay, she's right, though.

I mean, face facts--

if we're all suspects,
you're all suspects.

[people chattering]

Remember Samantha Carpenter's
- alibi, the therapist?
- Mm-hmm.

[Bailey] He was stabbed
- to death. Through the nose.
- Mmm.

Through the nose.
How messed up is that?

It's pretty messed up.

He turned her in
for making threatening remarks,

ended up dead.

And guess which patient's
notes were stolen?

So Sam kills her own alibi and
steals her own session notes?

Maybe.

Another mask
was found at the scene.

It's a DNA match
for Roman Bridger.

The Ghostface
who was directing Stab 3.

It's like he's leaving us
real-life franchise Easter eggs.

Like dropping
the killers' masks in reverse.

Almost like he's counting down
to something.

What happens
when he gets to one?

So we've had nine
Ghostface killers so far.

Nine. I thought in the movies--

Forget about the movies.
The movies don't matter.

Look. Last year was
Amber Freeman and Richie Kirsch,

whose masks we found
at the first crime scene

along with the bodies
of two film students

who killed their professor
earlier that same night.

Then it was Jill Roberts
and Charlie Walker--

theirs at the bodega.

Roman Bridger was the only
single Ghostface.

Kudos to him for ambition.

His mask
was found at the shrink's.

Which leaves Mickey Altieri,
Nancy Loomis, Stu Macher...

...and Billy Loomis. Number one.

And the father
of our chief suspect.

Well, whoever's doing this
is leading us back to Sam.

[cell phone ringing]

I will check in later.

And tell your daughter
to stay sharp.

Proximity to the Carpenters
is proximity to Ghostface.

[door opens]

Hey, Jack? Would you call
the Atlanta field office?

Dig up what you can
on Agent Reed.

[soft pop music
playing on speakers]

I think you should
get out of the city.

You know, considering
what happened to you
last time.

I-- I wouldn't blame you
if... you wanted to go.

That's very thoughtful of you,
but, um,

I don't think
I'm going anywhere.

[Mindy gagging]

Will you two
just make out already?

That is so inappropriate,
- dude.
- Oh, whatever.

Get it over with!

[Sam] Here you go.

[Mindy] Sam?[Sam] Yep?

We do not
have to stay here.

Well, too bad. I insist.
Safety in numbers.

This'll be so fun.

A little slumber party
with the Core Four!

- "Core Four"?
- Yeah.

- Did you give us a nickname?
- I sure did.

We've been through
a lot together,

and it's a pretty cool nickname.

- That's debatable.
- It's extremely debatable.

You can't just give yourself
a nickname, dingus.

Of course I can, dingus,
because I just did.

- Core Four, up top!
- No.

- Down low.
- Get that away from me.

Please,
- for the love of God.
- Don't do it.

I would like a little more
respect and support

from my fellow members
of the Core Four.

Guys. What the hell?

We're hearing from sources
inside the homicide division

that the prime suspect is none
other than Samantha Carpenter,

one of the survivors of
the Woodsboro killings in 2022,

seen here attacking a woman
on the street last night.

[bleep] is wrong with you?

You got a problem with me?
Knock it off!

[student] Stay away from her.
She knows what she did.

[reporter] In the wake
of the Woodsboro tragedy
last year,

rumors sprouted online

that Carpenter was actually
responsible for the killings,

blaming the crimes
on her boyfriend, Richie Kirsch

and teen Amber Free--[TV turns off]

I know you're not a fan
of the way
that I've been handling things,

and that I've been giving you
a really hard time.

But I can say

that none of us can relate
to what you are experiencing.

And I'm really, really sorry
that you have to do that alone.

[sniffles]

It's not your fault.

[sniffles]

And I know I shouldn't care
what people think.

It just sucks
being this hated.

[Chad]
Hey. Hey. Just a reminder,

not a single person
in this room hates you.

Okay?
We have all been through
some fucked-up stuff,

and we are
coping with it differently.

But, I mean,
we moved here together

for one
very specific reason.

We are a team.

[Mindy] We are

the Core Fucking Four.

- Thank you very much.
- Ah, I hate myself.

You said it.[Chad]
That is what I'm talking about.

It's the Core Four.

[Mindy] Say it.[Tara] I'm not gonna say it.

I mean, yes,
we're a team, but...

[Chad]
It's got a nice ring to it.

I've been sleeping with Cute Boy
from across the hall.

- Boom!
- I fucking knew it!

- I knew it, I knew it.
- You called it.

I knew it from the day
you had that hickey.

[all laughing]

[news anchor] Sales
of the Ghostface Halloween mask

across the Tri-State area
in the last 24 hours
have gone through the roof!

I've got my mask.

What about you, Jay?[Jay] You know it.

It's gonna be
one spooky Halloween.

[news anchor] I'll say. Now, let's get over to Guy
for a look at our weather.

I know she's my roommate,
but you're, like, the police.

[sighs]

Yo.

[water running in shower][Quinn] No, I know.

Hey!

Fuck.

Hey, yeah.
Wassup, bitch?

I see you, motherfucker.

Sam! Samantha!

I feel like we should high five
or something.

The Core Four High Five--
may we, please?

[Tara] Don't call it that,
but we'll do the high five.

[Chad] Come on.

Sam! Samantha![all chattering]

[Danny] Sam, what the fuck?

[Quinn] She's really
freaked out and paranoid.

[Paul] Babe, you gonna join me?[Quinn] Hang on.

No. And don't use
my good face wash.

It's pH-balanced for women.

Pick up your phone, baby.

[cell phone ringing]

[all continue chattering]

Is that him?

- No, Tara. Not right now.
- Hey, what are your intentions?

[all laughing][Chad] That's right.

It's fine. I'll call him back.

[Mindy] Poor guy.[Chad] Okay.

[shelves clattering][Quinn moaning]

Quinn and her gentleman caller
are back at it again.

She's getting it,
too? Okay.

[chuckling]

[Quinn moaning, grunting][cell phones chiming, beeping]

[Quinn continues moaning,
grunting]

[Quinn] Help! Stop!

[Quinn screams]
Tara, wait, wait!

Run.

Oh, shit![grunts]

[screaming]

[Tara] Guys, come on!

Oh, fuck.

[screaming][Anika] Mindy!

Stay the fuck back!

[groaning]

[gasping, choking]

[groans]

[screaming]

[Sam] Hey!

Wait, wait, Chad!

- They're still up there.
- Shit!

[groaning]

Fuck.

- Sam!
- Do you have the keys?

No, I left them inside!

[panting][banging on door]

[whispering]
Mindy, bathroom door. Hurry!

Oh, fuck! That guy's dead.

[screaming]

[grunting]

[Sam] Oh, shit.

Oh, fuck.

Hey!

Hey!

Shit.

Don't worry,
I got you.

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- You have a better idea?

Fuck. No.

[Anika groaning]

[Danny] You have to come
one at a time.

- You two go first. Mindy!
- What? No.

Someone needs
to hold the door.

I'll send Anika next. Go![banging on door]

Sam, come on.
Eyes on me, baby.

Keep your eyes on me.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.[Danny] I got you, baby.

[gasps]

[Danny] Baby, come on!

[Sam] It won't hold me.

Okay.

It ain't going anywhere.
It's gonna hold you, I promise.

Danny.

I got you.
You ain't going nowhere.
Let's go.

- She's losing a lot of blood!
- Say something more positive!

[Danny] Eyes on me, Sam.
Come on, baby.

[panting][Danny] Come on. I got you.

Come on, I got you.

Okay.

- Come on!
- Let's go!

- Come on, Mindy!
- Let's go, we got to move!

[Sam] Anika, come on!

Anika![Danny] Go! Come on!

[Mindy] You have to go first.[Anika whimpering] I can't.

You have to go.

Mindy, no! I'll be
right behind you, I promise.

[Sam] Mindy, come on.
You got to get over here!

[Danny] Let's go!

We got you.[Sam] That's it. Mindy.

[Danny] Slow and steady.[Sam] We got you.

Oh, God.[whimpering]

Baby, you can't stop.[Sam] Get over here right now!

Anika's coming right behind you.

[sobbing]

Anika, come on![Danny] Go!

[Sam] You can do it![Mindy] Come on, Anika!

[sobbing] Oh, God!
I can't do it, I can't do it.

[Sam] Don't look down![Mindy] Look at me!

[Sam] You can do it!
You're doing good.

What?

Anika, you have to move
right now!

[all screaming, clamoring]

[screaming] No, God! Please, no!

Anika, you got to move!

No!

[screaming, crying]

You have to make it!

Baby, I don't want to die!

No, Anika.

Anika, give me your hand.
I got you.

[screaming]

[Mindy sobbing] No!

[panting, crying]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[officers, medics chattering]

[investigator] So are you
pullin' anybody for interviews?

How far along are you on that?

[officer] Uh, just got two.

[investigator] Okay.

[Danny] Hey. You okay?

This isn't your fault, Sam.

But it is.

Someone took our knives,

so we couldn't fight back.

I don't know
who I can trust.

[whispers]
Then don't trust anyone.
Not your friends. Not me.

Not anyone.

[investigator] I have
a few more questions for you.

Just this way, Danny.

Chad.

- Where were you?
- What? When?

- Last night!
- What?

I had Econ.
You know this.

Bullshit, man!
You disappear,

and my sister
almost gets killed!

Dude, I was in a study hall
with a hundred other people.

You can ask any of them.

Fuck, man.

Oh, my God.

Who?[Chad] Anika and Quinn.

Mindy, I'm so sorry.

Step the fuck back.

You're at the top of my list.

I had Econ!

[officer]
Go right ahead, sir.

I'm gonna be right back.

I'm really sorry
about Quinn.

Thank you.

Both my kids are gone.
[sobs]

My whole family...
[sobbing]

...is gone.

[sniffles]

They took me
off the case.

But I'm not gonna stop
until I find him.

You fuck with my family...

you die.

Agreed.

Hey, are you okay?
I came as soon as I heard.

Gale, I swear to God...

Truce, okay?
I'm here for whatever you need.

Okay. Nice try.

Really, I am.

Okay, fine.
Off the record, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

I'm sorry I punched you.

No, you're not.

I'm not.

You're the cop, right?

I did some digging
on your first two victims

and I found something.

I know where the masks
are coming from.

[car door shuts]
Show me.

[Kirby] Ladies.

Kirby?

Gale.

She's with the FBI.She's a child.

When did they start
letting children into the FBI?

- I'm 30.
- Well, you look like a zygote.

I have a gun, Gale.

Okay, fine. You're gonna
want to see this, too.

[birds squawking]

[Gale] Jason and Greg
were little Atlanta rich boys.

Apparently, they used
fake names to rent this place.

[Kirby]
How did you find it?

It's called
"investigative journalism"
for a reason.

How didn't you find it?
Weren't you tracking them?

[Kirby] I went through
their financial records
dozens of times.

This was not in any of them.
Doesn't make sense.

Don't worry.

I'm just really good at my job.
You'll get there.

[sighs]

[lock beeps]

[lock beeps]

[Sam] What is this place?
What's with all the security?

[electricity buzzes]

It's a movie theater.

[Gale]
It's not just a theater.

It's a shrine.

[machinery powering up,
creaking]

Whoa.

They've got
the whole goddamn franchise.

- Chad?
- Mmm?

This was Uncle Randy's.

They've got everything.

Is that--The knife I was stabbed with.

You all have been through
so much.

Who drew all these?

[Gale] Dewey.

Hey, how'd they get
all this stuff?

Isn't this evidence?

[Gale] Well, cops like money,

and evidence can get lost
pretty easily.

Present company excluded,
of course.

Um, why am I here exactly?
My alibi checks out.

So I can keep an eye on you, roomie.

[Gale] The killer must have
found this place

before he murdered Jason
and Greg.

And then he took the masks
off the mannequins.

All nine, from Stu and Billy
to Amber and Richie.

[Billy] Hot damn!
How fucking cool is this place?

Fuck, no.

[Billy] Fuck, yes.

Come on, Sam,
you got to be excited

to get our murder on again. Together.

Billy and Sam.
Team Loomis.

Get ready to slice up
more motherfuckers.

[Tara] What are you doing?

I don't know.

[Chad] So,

somebody killed
these chucklefucks

and took over?

Someone who believes that Sam
masterminded Woodsboro.

[Mindy] If this were
a normal Stab movie,

this would be the killer's lair.

Which means this isn't
a normal Stab movie.

[quivers]

[Kirby]
The TV that killed Stu Macher.

[Mindy]
If you believe he's dead.

I hear
you're a horror fan.

- It's been said.
- Mmm.

Mmm.

Best Nightmare
on Elm Street?

[both] The original.

Best Friday the 13th?

Part II.The Final Chapter.

Had a crush
on Corey Feldman.

Okay. Respect.

[chuckles]

Psycho II is...

[both] ...underrated.

Candyman.
The original or requel?

[both] Both.

Okay. Okay.

Game recognize game.

Hmm.

[inhales]

You okay?

Sam, when do I get
to be a normal person again?

I don't know.

I don't want
to be a part of this.

I don't want to be a part
of some stupid legacy

because I'm--Because of me.

I'm sorry.[thunder rumbling]

Just drop it, Sam.

Tara.

[Kirby] I got her.

That seemed intense.

Ever since I came back
into her life, I've just...

made a mess of it.

Hey.

Where's your mother
in all this?

She cut me off
when I told Tara
about Billy.

Then Tara cut her off

because she wouldn't
talk to me,

so now neither of us
have a mother.

I'm sorry to say this,
but fuck her.

My parents sucked, too.

But you can still
make your own family.

Even if it's just
with one person.

And if you lose
that one person?

You just-- You keep going.

And maybe
you find another loner,

and you look after each other.

How'd you get past
what happened to you?

[inhales]

[clicks tongue]

I almost died
after I was stabbed.

Technically, I did die.

For four minutes.

When I recovered...

I got mad.

I didn't want
to spend the rest of my life
being afraid of monsters.

I wanted the monsters
to be afraid of me.

I like that.

[door opens][Bailey] Sorry to interrupt.

Think I might have an idea

about how to turn the tables
on this creep.

Yeah. We're in.

Sorry, Gale.
No press allowed.

Police business.
I'm good at my job, too.

[people chattering]

You should have stayed
with the others.

That's not gonna happen.

There's no point in both of us
putting ourselves at risk.

I'm not.
I'm your backup.

So we're really doing
the phone tracing thing

that never works
in the movies.

It'll be all, "Keep him talking,
Sam. Two more minutes,

I've almost got him."

And then he hangs up just
before we can get a lock.

I can trace a call
in under 15 seconds.

Well, you've got them
out there as bait.

Because the killer usually calls
from somewhere nearby.

And you think they're safe
because it's broad daylight

in a public place?

Look, I am here, okay?
And so is Bailey.

This is exactly
how our Uncle Randy died.

Broad daylight.
Public place.

Yanked into a van.
Stab, stab, stab. No more Randy.

Huh.

Hey, Sam?
Stay frosty out there, okay?

We're good.

[people chattering]

[cell phone ringing]

[phone continues ringing]

You're gonna die,
you know.

[Ghostface]
No, you're gonna die, Samantha!

Choking on your own blood
while I hack up your sister.

Unless we find you first.

[Ghostface] For a mastermind,
you're not very bright.

Waiting for me to call,

desperately hoping I'm nearby
so the police can grab me?

But I'm not nearby.
I'm a step ahead.

Be seeing you, Samantha.

- Did you get it?
- Yep. Geolocation
coming through right now.

He's on the Upper West Side.

He's inside
an apartment building,

halfway across the city.

- On West 96th?
- How did you know that?

Gale.

[sighs]
"No press."

Bitch, last time I saw you,
you were in glee club.

Forgive me if I don't trust you
to keep them safe.

- Here you go, baby.
- Thanks.

My friend Danny works
on the Upper West Side.

He can get there quicker.

Yeah,
or he could finish her off.

Is it possible he's the killer?

Fuck.
We have to get there now.

It's 50 blocks away.
We don't even know if it's true.

- Sam, wait! Take a minute.
- We don't have a minute.

You have to trust me,
we got to make the right call.

He's already--[Tara] Sam!

Get in.

What's she doing?

Hey, get out of my car!

What do you think you're doing?
That's an official vehicle! Hey!

Should we use the sirens?

Did you think
we'd steal a police car

and not use the sirens?

- Do you have a license?
- Fuck, yeah.

What are you doing?[siren wailing]

It's a cop car!
You can't steal a cop car!

[phone ringing]

[Gale's partner]
That'll be our food.

Hello?

Not the food. It's for you.

Who is it?

May I ask who's calling, please?

He says it's the killer.

Hello?[Ghostface] Hello, Gale.

Strange that you and I
have never spoken on the phone.

This is long overdue.

I agree.

[whispering] Call the police.

[Ghostface] I figured
after all these years

you'd want an interview.[cell phone vibrating]

Well, you figured right.

So, what's your motive
this time?

You angry at the movies or you
just trying to stay relevant?

[Ghostface]
I could ask you the same.

Don't you know
the legacy characters
are disposable now?

Nobody cares
about last century's heroes.

Then why bother with me at all?[Ghostface]
Call it nostalgia.

Or maybe
you deserve to be punished

for all that money you made
off the misery of others.

Maybe it's time
someone made a buck
reporting your death.

You know you're like the tenth
guy to try this, right?

And spoiler alert,

it never works out
for the dipshit in the mask.

Oh, but they certainly
leave a mark
before they go, don't they?

Richie and Amber
managed to butcher Dewey.

Carved him up
like a Christmas goose.

How does it feel
to lose the only man
who ever loved you?

Fuck you!

How does it feel to know

that you weren't
there for him at the end?

[chuckles]
Not there to give him comfort

as he died screaming
in his own guts.

You're the one
who's gonna die screaming.

Maybe. But you won't
be around to see it.

You couldn't stop
what happened to Dewey.

Just like you're not
gonna be able to stop this.

[glass shatters][screaming]

[screams]

[grunts]

[Ghostface grunting]
Oh, God!

[banging on door]

[keypad beeping]

[beeping]

[shell casings clatter]

How's that for nostalgia, fucker?

[phone ringing]

[phone beeps]

[Ghostface] You missed.

Sure I did.

You win.

I'm in the elevator
heading for the ground floor.

Sure you are.

Maybe you did hit me.

Maybe I'm wounded.

Or maybe I'm wearing
a bulletproof vest.

That's why I'm gonna shoot you
in the fucking head!

[Ghostface] You would've made
a good killer, Gale.

Sidney never would've
made sense, and Dewey
was the fan favorite.

But you
cracking under the pressure

and turning into Ghostface
would've been a great twist.

Keep talking, asshole.

[chuckles] Sure.
What do you want to talk about?

[breathing heavily]

You never got to be
the leading lady, did you?

It was always all about
poor sweet Sidney,

sucking up all the oxygen.

What did that leave you
to be?

The brains
and the sex appeal.

Sorry about your boyfriend.

All those muscles
didn't help much.

They sure didn't.

[Ghostface laughing]

Can you hold, please?

Huh?[line clicks]

[line ringing][phone ringing]

[Ghostface grunts]

[ringing continues]

[screaming]

[both grunting]

[screaming]

[grunting, groaning]

[grunts][screams]

[both grunting]

Fuck you!

[Sam] Hey, fuckface!

Gale!

[Sam] Oh, shit. Gale?

Gale.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

I should've known that he was
gonna come after you.

I'm so sorry.[sirens wailing in distance]

He didn't get me.

Tell Sidney

he never got me.

[sirens continue wailing]

[grunts]

Gale?

- Gale.
- Gale.

[Sam] Gale? Please.[elevator dings]

[paramedic 1] Out of the way!

- Out of the way!
- Move. You got to move. Move!

No! No!

Okay. Get them back,
please.[Tara] Sam, please!

- They need to move now.
- Excuse me. Please step back.

[paramedic 1] Call it in.[paramedic 2] Right away.

[paramedic 1] Checking.[Tara] Come on, Gale.

Got a weak pulse.
Get the backboard.

We need to move now.[paramedic 2] Yeah.

[paramedics chattering]

Backboard! Let's move.

[sirens wailing]

[Danny] Hey. Hey.

I got here as fast as I could.

Did you?

I'm scared,
you guys.

I really don't want
to get hurt again.

Neither do I.

I don't want you
getting hurt again, either.

I know. I know.

So what do we do now?

Maybe he gets to win this time.

He wants to punish me.

Me.

So maybe I let him.
[sniffles]

I'll just give myself up.

[crying]
If this is what I have to do

to keep you safe,

it's worth it.

No, we're not doing that, Sam.

You went back to Woodsboro
to protect me.

Every single day, you make
the decision to protect me.

None of us would even be alive
if it weren't for you.

You have to let us
protect you this time.

- No.
- Yes.

We're a team, remember?

Actually,

we're a family.

Let's go! Core Four!
Come on.

- Core Four.
- Come on.

- Core what?
- It's an us thing.

[chuckles]

He's gonna keep
coming after us.

Isn't there somewhere safe
we could just hole up in?

No, he's gonna keep finding us.

[sighs] Great.

We could use that, though.

I'm getting my ass chewed out
for not dropping the case
and now you want me to do what?

We want to lure him
to a secure location
and trap him inside.

And then what?

We execute him.

Are you gonna help us?

Let's kill
the son of a bitch.

Now, I'm stuck here,

but Gale gave us
the keycards to the theater.

It's got heavy surveillance
and security cameras,

but we can use that against him.

I'll tell Kirby
to meet you there.

I'll join you
as soon as I can.

- Got it.
- And remember, travel in public.

The more people around you,
the less chance he has

to take a shot at you
before you get there.

[crowd chattering, laughing]

[Ethan]
Is this even a good plan?

You don't have to come
if you don't want to.

So we just peel off
and the killer picks us off
one by one? No, thank you.

Let's just get to the theater.
Come on, in here.

Yes, because it'll be
much less scary

at the serial killer
movie theater.

[Mindy] Fuck.

Wait, hey, hey! Chad!

Hey! Fuck! Chad!

Tara!

- Wait, where's Mindy?
- Chad! Sam! Hey, Sam!

Mindy! Mindy! Mindy!

Let's go. Shit.

Fuck!

Fuck.

[gasps]

Get your Ghostface ass
away from me, Ghostface.

[announcer over PA]
The next local one train

to South Ferry
will arrive in...

Go away.

...five minutes.

- Where's Mindy?
- She missed the train.

I was gonna wait for her,
but Cute Boy here dragged me on.

- Trying to keep us together.
- By pulling us apart?

It's okay.

It's fine. She's with Ethan.

She'll meet us there.

[announcer over PA]
This is a South Ferry bound

local one train.

Oh, shit.

The next stop is 79th Street.

[electricity crackling]

How many stops do we have?

Ten.

[sighs]

[announcer over PA]
This is 79th Street.

[passengers chattering,
laughing]

[announcer over PA]
This is a South Ferry bound
local one train.

The next stop is 72nd Street.

[cell phone chimes]

[passengers chattering]

[announcer over PA]
This is a South Ferry bound
local one train.

The next stop is 79th Street.

[grunts][gasps]

[masked passenger laughs]

Sorry!

[sighs]

Still nothing from Mindy.

[announcer over PA]
This is 72nd Street.

Guys?

[passenger 1] Dude!

[passenger 2]
Watch yourself, man.

[announcer over PA]
The next stop is 66th Street,

Lincoln Center.

Hey.

Fuck you.

[announcer over PA]
This is a South Ferry bound

local one train.

The next stop is 66th Street,

Lincoln Center.

[sighs]

[passengers cheering]

[muffled screaming]

[heartbeat thumping]

[Mindy grunting, groaning]

[groans]

[announcer over PA]
This is 66th Street,

Lincoln Center.

[groaning]

[whimpering]

[train doors open][announcer] As you exit,

please be careful
of the platform and the train.

[groans]

Oh, shit.

Mindy! Fuck!

Shit, shit. Mindy!

Fuck,
that's a lot of blood.

[groans]
Help! Somebody help!

Fuck. We got to get you
out of here, okay?

[groaning]

Damn it.

Come on![Mindy] Fuck.

Shit. Somebody call 911!

[groaning]

Oh, my God.
- Yeah, I'm so good.
- Are you okay?

You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be okay.

Goddamn it.
I got it wrong again.

What the fuck?

Help!

[staff member]
We need medical assistance.

We're at
the 66th Street station.

Fuck this franchise.

[Kirby] Hey.

I talked to Bailey.
I've got everything set up.

- Where are Mindy and Ethan?
- They're five minutes
behind us.

[Kirby] Let's get you
all inside.

- Not you.
- What?

Don't trust anyone, remember?

We don't know you.

Not really.

You know me.

You're not Woodsboro.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.
It's okay, I get it.

Be safe, okay?

Okay?

You, too.

Good call.

[lock beeps]

[Kirby]
I cleared the whole place
before you got here.

[door closes]

So, this is the only way
in or out.

He steps in
through the first door,

both doors lock automatically,
trapping him inside.

We turn it into a kill box.

- Weapons?
- One gun,
and I hold onto it.

I am the only one
with a badge here

and that's the way
it's gonna be.

We're safe here.

I'm gonna check in with Mindy.
See if they're close.

[line ringing]

Come on, come on.

[Mindy] Hey, you've reached me.
Leave a message.

[Billy]
You know you're not safe here.

Whenever someone says,
"We're safe here,"

it means you're not.[Sam] Not now.

But you're smarter than this, Sam.

Grab a weapon
and clear this place yourself.

You know I'm right.

Excellent choice.

My favorite.

[door closes]

[Sam] Kirby?

Kirby!

[cell phone rings][gasps, panting]

Hello?

Get everyone out of there, Sam.
You're not safe.

I heard
from the Atlanta field office.

They said Agent Reed's been
on a downward spiral

ever since the Woodsboro
- murders last year.
- What are you talking about?

They fired Kirby two months ago
for being mentally unstable.

What? She's no longer with the FBI.

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[projector turns on]

[phone ringing]

[woman] Listen, asshole.

[man] No, you listen,
you little bitch.

Hang up on me, I'll gut you
like a fish. Understand?

[woman] What do you want?

[man] To see
what your insides look like.

Oh, shit.

[screaming]

[Tara] When was the last time
anybody used this place?

It's so old.

[thunder rumbling]

[Chad chuckles]

Um. I'm sorry,
you can have them.

- Take them.
- No, I mean...

If you want them,
you have them.

- You think I want these?
- Kind of.

They're a hundred years old.[laughs]

Maybe that's your thing.

I actually--

It's maybe embarrassing
how long I've wanted to do that.

Yeah, you should've done that
a lot sooner.

I know.

But you could also do it
a lot more times.

[screams]
Tara!

[Ghostface grunts]

[Chad grunts]

Tara, let's go.
Come on, come on!

[both scream]

[Chad] Come on, go, go, go!

It's Kirby. She's the killer.[Chad] No shit!

- That's locked. Come on.
- Are we trapped?

She made this whole theater
a kill box. For us.

Hey, what about that?
There's an exit door.

Maybe it leads to the roof
or something?

There's only one way
to find out. Let's go.

Bailey's on the way, but--

[Ghostface grunts]

Oh, fuck!

Beheadings!

[Sam] Tara! Come on.

Smile for the camera,
motherfucker!

[Ghostface grunts]

This way! Come on!

She should
be running out the front door.

[Ghostface grunts]

[Tara pants, screams]

[Chad] Get fucked!

Tara, go! Go!

[screams]

No!

Chad!

Run.

Go.

This way. Up here. Come on.

[Tara shouting, sobbing]

[man] Everybody's a suspect.

You're not scared, are you?

[sobs] Oh, Sam!

[man] It's a lot scarier
when there's no motive.

Ready?[sobbing]

I need you to be ready. Ready?

Look at me.

I'm ready.

Come on, motherfucker!

[gunshots]

It's okay!

- Stay the fuck back!
- We know it's you, Kirby.

[stammers]

One of them knocked me out.

[Bailey] Kirby, stop!

Get away from the girls!

What are you doing?

Did you kill Quinn?
Did you kill my daughter?

Jesus Christ!

Whatever he's been saying
to you, don't listen to him.

He's probably the killer.

Behind you!

[gasps]

Great job.

Both of you.

- You?
- Yeah, of course me.

Frankly, I expected more
from the two of you

after what you did to us.

What do you mean, "us"?

[Bailey chuckling] Ta-da!

Mindy was right.
[chuckles]

It was easy to juke
the roommate lottery.

All I had to do to meet you

was room with a conceited,
condescending alpha

literally named Chad.

Fuck,
it felt good to kill him!

This was your grandmother's,
Sam.

Nancy Loomis?

Really runs in
your fucking family, doesn't it?

Speaking of family... Wait for it.

...my name's
not Ethan Landry,

is it, Dad?

"Dad"?[chuckles]

Wait. If it's you two,
that just leaves...

Mindy?

Hey, roomies.

You didn't see
that one coming, did you?

- Yeah, because you died!
- Kind of didn't, though.

It was a good way
to get off the suspect list.

Stab Gale Weathers,

stab Mindy on the train.
That sort of thing.

Yep, and I just made sure
I was first on the scene

so I could switch her body out
with a fresh one.

Little fake blood, a prosthetic.

You'd be amazed at what
a grieving father
can get away with.

I got Stu Macher's mask.

He was my favorite.

Nice. That's number three.

That's two.

Which leaves...

your father's.

This is what we've
been counting down to, Sam.

I'm gonna need you to put it on.

Fuck you!

[Bailey laughs]
Ooh!

Stay the fuck away from her!

- [Bailey] Come on.
- What? What is this?

You did this as a family?

Hell yeah, bitch!

You should know
better than anyone.

They're still not getting it.

I don't know
what you believe,

but I didn't commit
those murders in Woodsboro.
It wasn't me!

We know that.
Of course you didn't.

You think this is based on
some bullshit conspiracy theory?

Come on. Who do you think
started the rumors about you
in the first place?

[giggles]
Do you know how easy it was

to turn Sam
from the hero of Woodsboro
into the villain?

How easy it is
to convince the world

to believe the worst in people
rather than the best?

Because it's not enough
to just kill someone these days.

You have to assassinate
their character first.

So when Dad here "discovers"
your horribly mutilated bodies...

[gasps]

...posed with Sam
wearing her father's mask,

he'll say some poor dumb bastard
read on the Internet
that you're the real Ghostface

and took matters
into their own deluded hands.

Exactly! That's why
it's the perfect alibi.

And all the best lies
are based on the truth.

And you're a killer.

- Just like your father.
- No, I'm not!

Yes, you are, you motherfucker!
You killed our brother!

What are you talking about?

You said your brother died
in a car accident.

[Ethan] No, no, no,
you sweet, dumb thing.

He died in Woodsboro

at the hands
of your bitch sister.

[thunder rumbling]

You're Richie's family.

Yeah.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!
She's finally starting
to get it.

Now! It wasn't
until I saw that photograph

of what you'd actually done
to him that I knew.

That I knew you had to fucking
die! You had to be punished!

Along with anyone else
who stands in our way.

There she is.

There's the fucking killer.

Great parenting job,
by the way.

Shut your whore
fucking mouth!

[Tara] Shit.[Sam] You okay?

Have I been a perfect Dad? No.

Have I maybe overindulged
Richie's love
of these little movies?

Yeah, maybe.

For me,
they're just a little dark.

But...

Richie really loved them.

He loved them!

He even made a few of his own.

Did you know? Did you know?

So you think I didn't post
a holiday special.

Well, I tried to.
I really did try.

That I could interact with.

There's a very special bond
between a father

and his first son.

[thunder rumbling]

Which is why I helped him
build this collection.

This was all his?

Yes, he's
a very passionate collector.

And he inspired others.

We had to kill those two
wannabe film students

because, well,
we had to kill you first, Sam.

I put the theater in their name,
then good old Detective Bailey
would've just stumbled on it,

but I didn't have to because,
by golly,

that Gale Weathers
is one hell of a journalist.

I built a tribute
to my son.

Which is why this is
where you have to die, Sam,

surrounded by all the things
he loved the most.

What happens next?

After you're done with us
you just disappear?

No! We got to hurry
over to the hospital

and make sure Mindy
and Gale don't pull through.
Because everybody dies, Sam!

Everyone who had anything to do
with the death of my son
suffers and dies.

- Fuck yeah, they do!
- Yeah!

Now put on the mask.

He was... [sighs]
...so pathetic.

[scoffs]

- That's not true.
- Yeah, your son,

he was a man-baby

who made his girlfriend
do all the killing.

He was a strong,
virile young man!

He was a limp-dick
little fuck

who cried
before I slit his throat.

Shut the fuck up!

[coughing]
Sam, come on!

[both grunt]

Recognize this?

Fuck you!

Sorry,
but I kind of need this.

Fuck 'em up.

What are you gonna
do about it, bitch?

Ow! Fuck!

[screams]

Sam!

[grunts]

I'll get help.

[grunts]

[screaming]

[Tara] Be careful.

[Sam grunts] Come on.

[gunshot][Tara screams]

[laughing]

[yelps]

Go get her.
Get her!

[Tara] I can't grab you.[Sam] It's okay.

I can't grab on.
I can't grab on.

No![Tara screaming]

[Sam] No!

I've always wanted
to stick something in you, Tara.

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

[chuckles]
You guys are so fucked now!

[Tara] Sam.

[metal scraping]

[Tara] Sam?

- Let me go.
- No!

Yeah, let her go, Sam,
come on.

[metal screeches]
Fuck!

Trust me.[Ethan] Fuck!

[metal screeching]

You have to let me go.

[grunting, groaning]

Gotcha!

[yelps]

[panting][groaning]

[groaning]

Now die a fucking virgin.

[panting, sobbing]

Looks like you're down
another brother.

[screams]

Always got to
shoot them in the head.

[gun clicking]

Oh, fuck.

[both screaming]

[gunshot]

[high-pitched ringing]

[grunts]

[film on projector screen
continues, indistinct]

[man] Do you see
your boyfriend anywhere?

[woman] I don't even have
a boyfriend right now.

[man] Would you like one?

[woman] I don't even know you
and I dislike you already.

[cell phone ringing, vibrating]

[Ghostface]
Hello, Detective Bailey.

I've got one question for you.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

[Ghostface]
What's your favorite
scary movie?

[chuckling]
"Favorite scary movie."

[Ghostface] I'm asking
because you're in one now.

You're in my movie.

Oh.

I see you've
put on your true face, huh?

Your birthright.

Poetic that you're
gonna die in it.

This is what you wanted,
isn't it?

Now you know the truth, huh?
Murder's in your blood!

[footsteps running]

Stop fucking around
and show yourself!

[Ghostface]
Be careful what you wish for.

All right,
I'm a fucking police officer.

How do you think
this is gonna go, Sam?

Who do you think
they're gonna believe, huh?

Probably the one
who's still alive.

[screams][cell phone shatters]

No! No!

[screaming][Ghostface grunting]

[Bailey screaming][Ghostface panting]

[breathing heavily]

[choking]

My father was a murderer.

[coughing]

No matter
what you think,

I'm better than that.

[coughing]

Thank you.

Thank you.

But you did
fuck with our family, so...

[screaming]

[panting]

- Nice.
- Thanks.

You okay?[chuckles]

No.

["Red Right Hand" playing]

♪ Take a little walk
To the edge of town♪

♪ And go across the track ♪

♪ Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom♪

♪ As it shifts and cracks ♪

♪ Where secrets lie
In the border fires♪

♪ In the humming wires
Hey, man, you know
You're never coming back...♪

[sighs]

♪ Past the bridge
Past the mills
Past the stacks...♪

Thank you for letting me go.

♪ On a gathering storm... ♪

I knew you could
take care of yourself.

♪ In a dusty black coat
With a red right hand...♪

I want to be
in your life,

but only as much
as you want me to be.

I want you to be.

I promise you I'm gonna get
so much therapy after this.

[chuckling]
I'm serious.

We're gonna get
through this.

Together.

[screaming]

[Ethan choking]

[Kirby panting]

I saw that
in a scary movie once.

[chuckles][metal clanks]

Sam. Hey.

Two over there.
Let's go.

[officers chattering]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I thought you might need
some reinforcements.

And I called Mount Sinai,

and Mindy and Gale
are gonna be okay.

Mindy's on her way here now.
They couldn't stop her.

Not bad, Cute Boy.

Thanks.

[crowd clamoring]

If you ever need me, call.

We're all part of
the same fucked-up family now.

And legacy doesn't always have
to be a bad thing.

Okay.

[Tara sniffling]

Hey.

[sobs]

It's just Chad.

[sirens wailing]

[firefighter]
Hey, we got another one here!

[EMT] Watch out, coming through.

- [Sam] Oh, my God.
- Chad! Chad!

How are you alive?

[chuckles] Core Fucking Four.

[Chad] Mmm. Mmm.

Sorry. You probably need that.

[Mindy] Oh, my God!
Are you guys okay?

I know who the killer is!
It's Ethan and Bailey.

- And Quinn.
- And Quinn? Fuck!

Did I miss the monologue again?

Are you okay?
Are you okay?

You don't look okay.

Oh, my God, we all survived.
It's a twist on a twist.

They gave me a lot of drugs.

You guys should
get some of these drugs.

I can't feel anything
below my shoulders.

[Tara] Sam.

Coming?

["Still Alive" playing]

♪ Still alive ♪

♪ Woke up under water
Throat chained at the collar ♪

♪ Couldn't get any farther
From the daylight♪

♪ Was I still dreaming
Stuck to a machine♪

♪ Or choking and screaming
With my hands tied?♪

♪ Callin' and callin'
But nobody comes♪

♪ Fallin' and fallin'
No air in my lungs♪

♪ Don't know how
I opened up my eyes...♪

[screaming]

[gunshot]

Not every movie
needs a post-credit scene.