All language subtitles for Scream.The.TV.Series.S03E05.Blindspots.WEBRip.x264-ION10

BETH:
Deion thinks
he's the hero of this story.

That's what makes him
the easiest target of all.

-Man, I need a gun.
-JAY: If you mixed up in it,

then I'm mixed up in it.

You said I'm the only brother
you got, right?

-We gotta stick together, y'all.
-Well, not if it's one of us
doing this.

-One of us?
-Nobody wants to show you
their dark side.

REYNOLDS:
Sometimes you don't see it
until it's too late.

-Help!
-No!

I'm done leaving my friends
when they need me.

You smell like Skittles
and smoke.

BETH:
Well then why don't you taste
the rainbow?

Freeze. Get down.

-Hello?
-DEION: Hey, it's me.

I can't believe Amir is gone,
you know?

Me either.

Not like I've had any time
to process, though,

not with everything that's going
on with my dad, too.

Is he okay?

They stopped
the bleeding finally,
but he's still unconscious.

He gonna make it?

They don't know yet.
Where are you?

Still at this police station,
answering questions.

They just finally let me
make a call.

Deion, you can't say anything
to the police.

Remember what Ghostface told us?
Snitches die.

Look, what did you tell the cops
to get me caught up like this?

I said that I heard
my dad was hurt

and that you're the one
who told me.

I wasn't trying to get you
in trouble.

Look, you don't think
I had nothing to do

with what happened to your dad,
do you?

And what about you?

You didn't come right out
and say it, but you believe
I'm the killer?

Liv, I almost died tonight
because of you.

I got handcuffed and thrown
into the back of a police car

because of you.

I'm here getting grilled
about something I had
nothing to do with

because of you.

Killer or not, it don't matter.

I just need you to do
one thing for me.

What's that?

Never talk to me again.

Don't worry,
as long as your dad's in there,

nobody comes in or out
without my say-so.

-Liv...

keep your chin up.

We're pulling for him.

This is all my fault.

I'm sorry...

for this, for everything.

-NURSE 1: V-tach.
-NURSE 2:
I'm checking his lines.

Check his airways. Sir?

-Sir, can you hear us?
-BP is dropping.

Good news, Mr. Elliot.

Officer Reynolds came
to just long enough to clear you
of any involvement.

Says you weren't the one
who attacked him.

You mean I can go now?

Unless, of course,
there's anything
you wanna add before you leave.

Maybe something to help
lead us to whoever killed
that Muslim kid?

Man, that Muslim kid got a name.
That's my friend Amir.

And I just spent
the last seven hours telling you

that I didn't have nothing to do
with that.

What, you wanna listen now?

Just do your damn job.

There's people dying out here.

Good people.

OFFICER:
Hey.

Well, good morning, gangster.

Why you acting
like a sad little bitch, man?

You out.

My friend died last night, man.

Then why you trying to go
to school right now?

-Maybe you should take a day.
-Can't.

Game's tomorrow.

That's all that's on your mind?

'Cause you ain't so much
looked at me once
since you got in my car.

Man, you gave me
an unloaded gun yesterday.

What's up with that?

Man, you pop somebody,
that ain't
a night of questioning.

That's a mandatory minimum
in a state pen.

And then what happens
to all them
little football dreams?

Thought that and
that little cheerleader

were the only thing
you cared about.

Not no more.

Me and Liv are done, man.

Either way,
I did your ass a favor
with that gun.

Yeah, whatever.
I got my own stuff to deal with.

Yeah, like what?

DEION:
What's that? Stuff for a party?

Yeah, I do a little promoting
on the side.

Something you'd probably know
if you thought about anybody
but yourself.

JAY:
All right. We're here.
You can go.

Don't wanna be late, schoolboy.

I'll hand these out for you.
Favor for a favor.

-Deion, wait.

Damn.

That don't mean we even.

Hey.

What do you want?

Cops talk to you about Amir?

Yeah, only all night.

If you wanna talk about it,
I understand
what you're going through.

Then please, tell me, what--
What am I going through?

Grief, pain.

You lost your dude
just like I lost Manny.

You and Manny were best friends.

I didn't--
I didn't even know Amir.

Either way, Beth,
killer took a lot from us both.

Speaking of...

I've been thinking a lot about
what Deion said last night
about Liv.

-About how she's Ghostface?
-Mm-hmm.

And I was also thinking
that maybe we should find out
for sure.

Investigate her together.

Team up?

Right, that's a terrible idea.

Girl, we Riggs and Murtaugh.

-What?
-We just left
the world of horror--

good riddance, by the way--
and now we buddy cops.

Two police officers,
different cultures,
different perspectives,

-forced to be partners.

So not my genre.

But it's mine, though, okay?

48 Hrs., Rush Hour,

Lethal Weapon, Turner & Hooch.

Well, that last one's
about a white guy and a dog,
but you get the point.

Look, I know we're supposed
to be curled up in a corner

crying somewhere,
but I've done enough of that.

I don't know about you,
but I could really use
some company

while I try to figure out
who killed my friends...

our friends.

One condition.

-Am I Chris Tucker
or Jackie Chan?
-Bitch, I'm both.

Sounds like a plan... partner.

Girl.

He's stable.

-Thank God.
-But he isn't out
of the woods yet.

Both lungs were punctured
during the attack.

Well, is he gonna be okay?

With surgery, most likely,
but we tend
not to make guarantees.

We'll do everything we can,
I promise.

Have a seat.

This about last night?

You're damn right.

I got caught up,
but I got cleared.

Okay? I didn't do nothing wrong
and the police know that now.

You ever heard of the phrase
"Perception is reality," Deion?

No, sir.

It means that whatever
people think is true
might as well be true.

San Diego State's head coach
got in town late last night.

Guess what he read
with his morning coffee.

Now he thinks you
had something to do
with that cop getting hurt.

As a young black man,

whether you did it or not
is beside the point.

-Perception is reality.
-But we got to tell him
the truth.

I mean, change his perception
or something.

-Oh, he's not coming
to the game.
-Why not?

He's not interested
in recruiting you anymore.

He's already here!
You're my coach.

You can do something about it,
can't you?

Look at me.

We talked about this.

This was your shot, D.

You blew it.

It's over.

-Hey.

Your dad was able to talk
a little bit

before they took him
back to surgery.

And we completed a sketch
right here
based on his account.

Does this mean something to you?

I've never seen anything
like it.

If he dies,
blood will be on both our hands,

so call me back, or better yet,
show up.

KYM:
Damn.

Yeah.

That was harsh, even for me.

You guys here to monitor
how polite I am on the phone?

What do you want?

To know who you were talking to,
for starters.

Yeah, on thatphone.

Oh, I see what this is.

-You came to interrogate me.
-Let's just cut to the chase.

Why you always MIA
when people wind up dead, Liv?

Yeah. Manny, Amir?

My dad is fighting for his life,

and you two have the nerve
to bring this here, now?

Look, all we want
is some answers.

-If you're not the killer...
-If?

All right,
screw both of you guys
and your questions.

Think whatever you want.
I don't have time for this.

-Well, that went well.
-We just came at it wrong,
is all.

And when an investigation
hits a snag
in a detective movie,

boom!

It's time for a little good cop,
bad cop.

JAY:
So, let me get this straight.

The whole reason you called me
is because you wanna work
for Mr. Fade, huh?

Yeah, I went to his last party,
and it was lit.

Till our QB died.

And since when you interested
in promoting?

You didn't even know
I was messing with it
till today.

I didn't know football
wasn't an option for me
either until today.

What you mean?

San Diego State blew me off
this morning.

I guess the time for dreams
and fantasies, man, that's over.

It's time for me to deal
with what's real.

Like this.
This seems like a good way
to make money.

Or you can introduce me to Fade.

Maybe he can hook me up.

Sorry, can't help you.

-Come on, Jay, why not?
-Because I don't know the dude.

I'm partnered with a dude
who's partnered with a dude
who's partnered with a dude.

But I ain't never met Fade.

Look, the party's tonight, huh?

Then just let me help out.

If I do a good job,
you send my name up the ladder.

Maybe your boys
can get paid to holler at me.

I don't know, man.

I ain't no choirboy.

I'm not so sure you can handle
the things I'm getting into.

Believe it or not,
I ain't no choirboy neither.

All right?
I ain't who you think I am,
Jay, trust me.

Just let me prove it, please.

All right.

We're gonna see
if you can walk the walk.

Just don't say
I didn't warn you.

You back for another round
of questioning, Officer?

We shouldn't have came at you
as hard as we did.

I'm sorry.

For real.

I get it.

I'm the new girl
that threw out wild theories.

I'm coincidentally absent
at all the wrong times.

What do you want me to say?

I'm not the killer.

That burner phone, though,
you have to explain that.

My mom gave it to me
so I could always reach her.

That doesn't make any sense.

Long story short,
my mom cheated on my dad.

He was so mad
that she started to worry

he might stop me
and her from talking,

so she gave me the phone
before she left.

But she's not answering my calls
now when I need her.

It's my fault they broke up.

Kids are always blaming
themselves for a divorce,

but grown-ups split up
all the time.

My Auntie Monica
had five husbands.
Five.

That's a basketball team.

Ain't nobody fault but hers
and the lames
she chooses to marry.

No, you don't get it.

It's actually my fault.

I'm the one that caught my mom,
and, admittedly,
I didn't take it too well.

-Maybe I acted out.
-What do you mean, acted out?

I just went crazy
for one second.

-And the next thing I remember,

we're all mad at each other.

They're getting divorced
and me and my dad
are moving to Atlanta.

Thanks to my snooping,
my parents split.

My dad is here in the hospital.

Deion's not even talking to me
anymore.

Wait. What do you mean
Deion's not talking to you?

Oh, I don't blame him.

He thinks I'm responsible
for getting him locked up,

and he's right.

It still hurts, though,
especially after we...

Especially after what?

JAY:
This the spot.

You're gonna go in there
and ask for Dro.

-He gonna have something
for you.
-You ain't coming?

You trying to see
what this life about, so go see.

Hey, and don't come back
without that package.

You feel me?

Jay sent me.

So what's up
with this package, man?

I don't really think I should
just be putting that package

in anybody's hand
except for Jay's.

You know, he dropped
a lot of cash on it, so.

I'm his brother.
You can trust me.

Yeah, you're the little
football dude he was talking
about, right?

Wait, didn't I hear something
about you getting arrested
last night?

Yeah. I mean, no.

They just wanted to talk.

Oh.

So, you talked to them?
The police?

Not exactly. They...

Look, man, I didn't see nothing.

So I ain't have nothing
to talk about.

You know,
it's real crazy 'cause...

you know, police don't just be
letting people just, you know,

walk out of their station
unless they cooperate.

You ain't no snitch,
is you, boy?

I ain't no snitch.

Ah!

Stay right there.

DRO:
Come on, man.
All the air left in that bag.

Make sure y'all bagging
that tight.

What you doing, man?
Being sloppy over there.

MAN:
Yo, man, chill.

BETH:
You must be out of your mind.

-No, I am not staying here.
-You gotta.

I need to find Deion,
and he's not picking up
his phone.

So, you're just gonna leave me
alone here with a serial killer?

That's the thing.
I'm not so sure
Liv's the killer anymore.

Why the hell not?

Some sob story
about her parents' divorce
and Deion using her for sex?

-Nowadays, we
call that sophomore year.
-Call it a gut feeling.

You're taking
this good-cop thing
way too far,

because my gut feeling says
Liv is still our prime suspect.

That's because
you're the bad cop

and exactly why
you should stay here.
Keep an eye on her.

-I thought we were
in this together.
-Yeah.

But this is the part
of the movie
where the partners split up

just for a few scenes,
then come back together
to solve the case.

You didn't see how bad
it's hitting her.
She's a mess.

And if she's not the killer,
we need to be sticking together.

Trying to talk some
sense into Deion
might actually help,

so have a heart, Beth.

I know you have one in there.

God.

I can't stand
this family-boy-sex drama.

I'm so not equipped.

Just be there for her.

Can you do that?

Man, hurry up!
We already late.

Put that in the trunk
and let's bounce.

JAY:
Damn.

-JAY:
What you doing back there?

-I told you we late.
-Man, what the hell is this?

What it look like?
It's a Halloween costume.

Jay, I'm being serious.

-You need to answer me.
-Man, why you tripping?

Man, it's the same costume
that Marcus had on when he died.

Man, come with me,
and I promise you...

you'll get the answers you need.

Man, why we here? I thought
you said I was gonna get
some answers.

And you will.

Just chill.

What's this stuff anyways?

My guess,
probably two parts cornmeal,

a little bit of flour,
a little bit of garlic.

I don't know.
Dro got a secret recipe.

Here's that catfish breading.

-Sorry it's late, man.
-You was messing with me?

You think I would
really send you in there
to get some drugs?

Dro went
to culinary school, bro.

I texted him before you went in
and told him to mess with you.

But why, man?

'Cause it was hilarious.

You should've seen
the look on your face.

Man, you can laugh all you want,

but that still don't explain
why you got that costume.

Actually, it does.

I do deliveries for Fade.

I pick up at one place,
drop off at another.

Couple days ago,
I was supposed
to take these costumes

to the Old Metro Station
for some big party.

I don't know.
This one probably fell out
the trunk.

But who chose that costume?
Marcus' costume?

Hey, man, you can get that
at any dollar store.

-It's probably
just a coincidence.
-Look, Jay, who chose it?

-It was Fade's party.
-Well, then I need
to talk to Fade.

I already told you
I don't even know the dude.

Why this so important to you
anyway?

This got anything to do
with why you got locked up?

Or why you needed a loaded gun?

-Maybe you should start
telling me some answers.
-I can't.

Man, you need to get
out of my face, then.

For real. Bounce.

KYM:
Deion Elliot.

We need to talk.

DEION:
How'd you find me anyways?

Why are you trying to play Liv?
She told me you hit.

It's not even like that.

All right? She set me up.

I spent a night
at a police station
because of her.

Look, I just left the hospital
with both her and Beth.

Liv knows she screwed up,
but she really likes you, Deion,

and you'd know
that if you'd stop partying
and picked up your phone.

Does it look like
I'm kicking it right now?

Not really.
So, why are you here?

I'm looking for Mr. Fade.

But Shane was Fade,
and he's dead.

Kym,
somebody's throwing this party.

-You think Fade's here?
-Well, he could be.

All I know is
that Jay's working for him.

He knows
more than what he's telling me.

So, if you can get Jay
to give up Fade, then...

Then maybe Fade can lead me
to Ghostface.

Maybe.

I think I can get it out of him.

How?

Enhanced interrogation
techniques.

Watch me work.

Somehow I knew
you was the Elliot
with all the right moves.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

I mean, I know
I grew up with Deion,

but I always had my eyes on you.

Pretty sure I caught you
catching sneak peeks of me, too.

Yeah, I've been looking at you.
You official.

So, uh, Mr. Fade sure knows
how to throw a good party.

Mm-hmm.

You know,
I was gonna throw a benefit,

a dance for the kids
down at the Y.

I thought maybe it could use
Mr. Fade's magic touch.

Can you introduce him to me?

-I'd like to meet him.
-Tsk.

-Deion put you up to this?
-What? No.

He told you
I'm working with Fade?

Okay, look, Jay,
with everything
he's got going on,

we'vegot going on, I mean,

it would help a lot
if you could introduce us
to him.

Come on, please.
Don't be like that.

JAY:
Yo.

You can't be putting my business
out there like that.

-What?
-You trying to play me?

You sent Kym
to come get info out of me?

You really that desperate?

Yeah, I actually am.

All right, then.

Well, get your ass up.

-Why?
-Because you
about to meet Mr. Fade.

-Man, where's Fade at?
-Man, I told you
I'm gonna make the intro.

But you gotta tell me
what's going on with you first.

I've done a lot for you
recently.

And I knew you
was holding secrets
and I still didn't pressure you.

But Kym knows what's up?

Me, your own brother, don't?

All right.

Look, there's a serial killer
on the loose, all right?

He's after me.

Man, I thought you was gonna
tell me the truth.

Look,
I'm not playing, Jay.

Same dude that got LT,

four other kids from my school,
man, my friends.

But he really want me.

-I know that sound crazy--
-Yeah, it does. It sounds crazy.

Man, we live in a rough place.

-That don't mean--
-That's exactly what it mean.

Serial killer, man.

Now, you trying to hear about it
or not?

All right.

I'm listening.

You okay?

Obviously.

You want to...

I don't know...
talk about it, or?

What, with you?

You wouldn't even be here
if you didn't think
I was Ghostface.

-Technically true, but...
-You know what?

Just leave me alone.

I'm here for you.

JAY:
A serial killer?

I mean, clearly
you've been dealing
with some things,

but that's deep.

What's it got to do with Fade,
though?

I was thinking
that maybe Fade knows
who the killer is.

-Maybe the killer himself.

-Now you're reaching, bruh.
-No, I'm not-- Come on, Jay.

The costumes, man.
Ain't no way around that.

Well, like I said,
that probably was a coincidence.

Not to me, it ain't.

Where's Fade?
Let him explain it to me.

He just did.

What you just say?

I'm Mr. Fade.

Well, at least now I am.

I was working with Shane,
and this party
was already on the books.

So, I just decided to step up.

Man, I'm out here hustling.

Unlike you,
I ain't waiting for no coach,
or college,

or magic fairy to come
and save me.

I saw a chance to get money
and I took it, simple as that.

It's the truth.

Why you still looking at me
like that?

You gave me an unloaded gun

so just in case I had the chance
to shoot the killer,

I wouldn't shoot you.

-Deion, look, man--
-No, no. Don't touch me, bro.

That's what it is.

Yeah, the killer gotta be
somebody close to me.

Somebody that know my past,

my personal life,
where I'm at, when I'm near,

where to hit me,
where it hurt the most.

Then I ain't him.
Man, we ain't never
been close like that.

We blood, though, right?

We brothers, right, Jay?

If that mean anything,
you tell me this.

Where was you at last night?

I don't gotta answer to you.

-Man, what you talking about?
-Let's do it.

You don't deserve a brother.

Where you going?

Hey, man.
Man, I'm talking to you.
Where you going?

You think I'm the killer?

Then ask yourself this.

What would I do next?

Maybe visit
your little girlfriend

and her daddy
down at the hospital.

Like you said,

hit you where it hurts the most.

Kym!

Kym!

Deion.

-Hey, hey. Where's Liv?
-I don't know.

She just had, like,
a major hissy fit and bailed.

Kym said she was with you,
and she's not answering
none of my calls.

Yeah, I don't blame her.

You pumped and dumped, dude.

-What's going on?
-Find her, please.

But you guys gotta get out,
okay?

My brother Jay's the killer
and he's coming for her...
right now!

Twist.

Hey. Let me help you with that.

Thank you.

You mind watching that
for a sec?

We're short-staffed.
I need to answer that.

Thank you.

Intensive Care Unit.

Oh! Oh!

Excuse me.

Um, I'm looking for a patient,
Reynolds,
maybe Intensive Care?

I'm sorry, son,
but unless you're family,
visiting hours been over.

No, you don't understand.
I really need to see him.

-Well--

I'm showing smoke
on the third floor right
across from ICU.

WOMAN: Fire and Medical
has been informed
and dispatched.

MAN:
Here.

MAN:
Ladies, to the left.

Jay, listen to me, man.

Don't do this. Jay! Jay!

Jay!

Hey, come on, man,
don't do this.
Come on, look, I'm right here!

I'm the one you want. Jay!

-Jay!

Man, don't do this, man.
Come on, look, I'm right here!

Come on. Breathe, breathe.
Please breathe.

Ninety-seven.

Come on, man.
Come on, man!

-Don't die on me.

-There we go. There we go.

Breathe. There we go.

DOCTOR:
I'll take it from here, son.

I got it.

-DOCTOR: Nurse, vitals?
-NURSE: Yes.

-Here we are.
-80 over 40. Stable.

Here you go, Doctor.

-DOCTOR: We got you.

BETH:
There you are.

I feel like I've been
looking for you
my whole life.

The machine spit out two.

I'm not even pissed
you guys would think it was me.

I mean, it just hurts
that Deion was thinking it, too.

He didn't even give me a chance
to explain myself
the way you and Kym did.

Welcome to dating dudes 2018.

After we hooked up,
I thought we were closer
than that.

Me and Amir banged last night.

I don't know if it brought us
closer together,

if it even meant anything
or whatever, but...

I do know
I was really rooting
for that kid.

I wish it didn't end like that.

Yeah.

Endings are rough.

Then maybe don't let this
be the end of you
and Deion.

Hey, you wanna get Starbucks
or something?

Yeah, hard pass.

Look, you're not as lame
as I thought you were,

but we can't be friends
or anything.

Uh, okay. Why not?

Because friends are blind spots.

You let somebody get too close,
you start to miss things.

-Just look at Deion and Jay.
-What about Deion and Jay?

When you ghosted,
Deion called me.

Jay's the killer.

-Corner.

Ugh!

-GRIFFIN: Oh!
-Ugh.

What is that? Five in a row?

Maybe now that you're done
taking all my money,

you'll reconsider coming
to that game tomorrow night.

Oh, no, no.
My AD would have a fit

if he thought
I was even thinking
about recruiting a felon.

We've been over this.
Deion wasn't even arrested.

Why are you putting
yourself on the line
for this kid anyway, Griff?

He's a good kid.
He just needs another chance.

I'll tell you what.

Double or nothing.

But if I win, you come
to that game tomorrow.

-You are on.
-Can I break?

Your funeral.

LIV:
Deion, wait.

I'm not sure
if you're still mad at me
or whatever,

but I wanted to say thank you.

They told me
what you did for my dad.

-It's all good.
Don't mention it.
-Are you okay?

Beth told me what's going
on with Jay.

Are you sure your brother's
Ghostface?

My half-brother.

You know, I can't see
how it can be anybody else.

I mean, least of all you.

You had my back since the jump,

and I just kept you
at an arm's distance,

and I should've
just trusted you.

-I'm sorry, Liv.
-I'm sorry, too.

-I got you thrown in jail.
-Yeah.

Maybe when this is all over,

we could find a way
to start fresh.

No need to wait.

First, I gotta...
I gotta find Jay.

I gotta end this.

Okay, name one horror movie
that ends with the kids
going to the cops

and the cops
catching the killer.

You ain't been listening, Beth.
We're not in a horror movie
right now.

This is a detective story,
and we just cracked the case.

What if Deion's wrong?

Okay, let's review the evidence.

Deion said he saw a mask
in Jay's car earlier,

then Deion called you
and said that Jay was
on his way to the hospital.

Now we at the hospital
and Ghostface is over here
attacking fools.

What more proof do you need?

Still, going to the cops
seems so drastic.

Well, drastic times calls
for bitches to grow a pair.

Yeah, but, Kym,
snitches die, remember?

Everybody's dying already.

Okay, fine. Go ahead.

No.
I need a white girl next to me.
Adds credibility.

Excuse me, Officers.
I'm completely unarmed.

We know who's behind that mask.

His name is Jay Elliot.

Tsk.

Man.

Hello?

GHOSTFACE:
Hello, Jay.

New phone. Who's this?

You know exactly who it is.

You made a big mess tonight.

Maybe I can help you
clean it up.

Man, why you playing?

You've taken
some undeserved credit.

I can't have that.

Charade comes to an end tonight.

Whatever.

JAY:
Wait, wait...

Wait.

GHOSTFACE:
Ironic, isn't it,

that you're so sure
you figured out who I am.

LIV:
Whoever this is has evaded
detection at every turn,

somehow avoided any ounce
of suspicion.

You have no idea
who I really am.

Me and you,
we're not final girls.

LIV:
How's the killer
gonna finish us off?