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- What do you want?
- You already know.

The same thing
I've always wanted.

Look, man, screw you, Jay.

All right?
I don't owe you nothing.

Ironic, isn't it, that you're
so sure you figured out who I am

when all I've ever asked of you
is to do the same,

to own up to who you really are
on the inside?

Look, I'm a coward, all right?

I've been a coward since the
night I let my brother die,

and I'm a coward today.

No, you're gonna have to go
deeper than that, or I will.

If you're really my brother,
just please stop doing this.

It's too late for that!

If you treated me like blood,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.

But we are,
and you can't change the past.

- Bitch, you think I don't know that?
- Then focus on the present.

You have a big game to play.

The only question is, will you be
playing football tomorrow night

or my game?

Because I promise you
you can only win one.

Deion, Deion, Deion!

- Deion.
- Hmm?

I'm certain them screaming your name
like that means they wanna hear from you.

Come on.
I-- I don't know what to say.

You best figure it out,

because Coach Fisher flew in from
San Diego to hear whatever it is.

I thought you said
he wasn't coming.

My word goes a long way
with him. Now get in there.

Uh, hey--

Look, I-I really appreciate you
guys, I really do, but...

I don't deserve this.

I'm not who you guys think I am.

I guess that's just a fancy way
of me saying...

I've been living a lie.

And I can't do it anymore.

I want everyone to know I'm--

I think you've said enough.

Uh, this concludes
today's homecoming pep rally.

The principal wanted me to remind you
all that due to recent security concerns,

tomorrow's Silverscreen Dreams
Homecoming Dance...

- Come on.
- ...will be for current students only.

Deion, you maybe wanna tell us
what that was all about?

Look, I'm tired of playing
Jay's games.

You don't have to worry about Jay no more.
Cops on the case.

Wait,
what are you talking about?

Me and Kym went to the police last
night and told them everything.

Since Ghostface attacked
one of their own,

they were finally
willing to listen.

They're looking for Jay
right now.

Fancy way of saying "Screw him."

Focus on you and what you want,

like winning yourself
that scholarship tonight.

I gotta go.

Long as I've known that boy his
dream has been to play college ball.

It'd be a shame to see him throw
it all away when it's so close.

That's the problem with dreams,
they're fleeting.

Used to be you'd ask me what my dream
was, I'd say to help people.

But with everything
we're going through,

the only thing I want
is to live.

Let's face it, Kym, me and you,
we're not final girls.

The hell is a final girl?

The girl in those slasher movies you've
been watching that makes it to the end,

survives, saves her friends.

You save anybody lately?

Yeah, me either.

Then we'll save ourselves.

We'll stick together and watch
each other's backs tonight.

We're going to Deion's game.

Stadium full of people,
cops all up in it.

Jay'd be a fool
to show his face.

It's not his face
that I'm scared of.

It's that mask.

Dr. Flores, please dial 118.

Didn't expect to see
your face again so soon.

Looks like I'm out of the woods.

Then I should probably go.

- Sorry for everything.
- Liv, wait.

This wasn't your fault.

You don't know
what I'm apologizing for, Dad.

The truth is...

you don't know who I really am.

Then will you please tell me?

I've been lying to you
for a while now.

Pretending that everything
is okay with me,

that I'm the perfect daughter.

Cheerleader,

straight-A student.

But the truth is...

I'm really messed up inside.

It's almost like
I'm wearing a mask.

Then take off the mask, Liv.

I promise you,
I'll love whoever's underneath.

Pop, you okay?

I'm sorry, but I don't know
how to tell you this, Deion.

I heard what happened.
You ain't gotta apologize for nothing.

Jay was raised under my roof.

And if what the police
are saying is true,

he's killing kids
at your school.

And that's on him.
That's not on you.

I don't know how I could
raise a son and not know him.

I know, I know, I know.

I can't believe this happened,
and on your big day.

I ain't playing in the game
today, Pop.

What? Why not?

It's just a game, Pop.

It just seem like all the sacrifices
we made to get here just...

ain't worth it.

Hey, you earned that, Deion.

I don't want you to make a
decision you might regret one day.

Lord knows I'm an expert
on that subject.

But I raised you
to be your own man.

It's your decision.

I trust that you'll make
better ones than I have.

I've been to enough funerals
lately.

I'll be damned
if I go to another one.

Yeah, you and me both.

But this here is a funeral,
D-Day,

because we about to bury
Gregson!

Yeah!

Quit playing games
and get over here.

I wanna see your face.

Your real face.

I deserve that much, don't I?

Why are you doing this to me?
Say something.

Reapers!
Reapers! Reapers! Reapers!

What do you think?

Well, I think that uniform looks
much better on you

than it does me.

- But where's yours?
- Well, I have a confession to make.

I've always hated cheerleading.

I couldn't lie about it anymore.

I know the feeling.

I didn't know
if I was gonna play today,

but I didn't wanna let
everybody down.

Jay's taken enough from us already.
Don't let him take this, too.

No, you're right.

- Time to get to work. -Hey, wait.
There's one more thing.

Now go out there and show
everyone who you really are.

What's up with this line?
It's like the new Yeezys dropping.

We put the cops on high alert,
remember?

While we wait,

something you said earlier
has been bothering me.

Why don't you think either of us has what
it takes to be the last woman standing?

It's final girl.

To you, but personally,
I find that label sexist and regressive.

Whatever you wanna call her,
in horror,

she's... she's everything.

The final girl is the
moral compass of the film.

And no matter how progressive
horror gets, which...

the final girl stereotype
is almost as hard to kill off

as the actual killer.

And I totally respect that
about her.

It's because the killer
didn't take her seriously.

- He underestimates her.
- Every time.

You okay?
You're pale, even for you.

Look.

Play it.

All right.

They're gonna expect for us to
run the ball down they throats.

That's why we're gonna dive
right flea flicker on one.

- Means you go right this time, Hawkins.
- Man, don't worry.

- I got you.

Come on, then. Here we go.

Black 40, hut!

Deion, Deion, Deion, Deion!

This message is for Deion.

If you wanna save me,
I'm at Earl's house,

but you gotta come alone.

Holy crap.

Jay's not the killer.

Or he is and he's trying to lure
Deion into a trap.

Well, if I had a brother
or feelings,

I'd wanna see that message,
wouldn't you?

- Give me your keys.
- Okay. Why?

We need a distraction
so you can get to that stadium

and get that message
to Liv and Deion.

I'm gonna have to make a fast getaway
after the crap I'm about to pull.

Ugh. God, this is what having
friends is like, isn't it?

Hey, sorry to bother you,

but you wouldn't mind me borrowing
your phone to make a quick call?

No offense,
but I don't even know you.

None taken.

Hey!
That girl just stole my phone!

Fourteen, this is Three.

- Reapers!
- Listen up.

We gotta score before halftime and
send these boys back to the burbs.

Wing left option
on the silent count.

- Hawkins?
- Going right, D-Day.

Hell, yeah, it is.
As long as you go left.

- Right.
- Come on.

- Deion!
- Reapers, baby.

Deion!

Hey. What's wrong?

This message is for Deion.

If you wanna save me,
I'm at Earl's house,

but you gotta come alone.

Earl's house...
isn't that your apartment?

No, it's not, but-- Look,
I can't say what it is right now.

- I just gotta go.
- Wait, Deion. Let me come with you.

No, you can't.

- Some stuff you just don't understand.
- Like what?

Ghostface's victims,

they're not dying because of
what I did on Halloween night.

They're dying because of
what I did after that.

Because of my secret.

What do you mean? What secret?

Liv, you have no idea
who I really am.

Of course I do.

No, you don't, all right?
Trust me.

Well, fine.

If you're not Deion Elliot,
who the hell are you?

Think, okay?

You know my story.

I let you closer
than anybody else.

So you tell me.

Who's the only other person
I could be?

Marcus.

This whole time,
you haven't been who you told me you are.

I've been falling for someone
I don't even know.

Liv, I'm sorry.

I wanna know how Deion died.

I want to know
how you became him.

Take off your mask.

And the rest.

Why am I doing this?

Because you don't have to be
scared anymore.

All you need is some armor.

My mom was so upset, she didn't
realize that we switched costumes.

First thing she did was she
hugged me and called me Deion.

I just went with it.

I thought for sure
I'd get busted.

Somebody will figure it out,
but no one ever did.

So I just kept living
Deion's life.

Taking advantage
of his opportunities and...

Because the truth is when I was
Marcus, I was a troubled kid.

But when I became Deion, people...
they treated me different.

They assumed the best
instead of the worst.

All right? Don't you see, Liv?

I failed Deion,
but I can still save Jay.

This is my opportunity.

- And I gotta to take it.
- You could die taking it.

- You ever think about that?
- Every day since this mess started.

But like you said,
I can't keep doing this.

Whole reason why I wanted
this scholarship thing so bad

was so I could
get a fresh start.

But I'd rather die being me

than keep pretending to be
somebody I'm not.

I'm-- I'm sorry
that I lied to you, Liv.

My mistake was just as big
as all the others.

Deion! Deion, wait!

Damn.

Double damn.

Hello?

Oh! Jump scare? Really?

- Where's Deion?
- He just went after Jay.

- And you let him go alone?
- I needed to find you.

Me? What for?

- You got another message.
- And let me guess.

A snoop like you
already knows what it says.

Ghostface wants us to go
to the high school.

- Cool. No way in hell I'm doing that.
- Or Deion dies.

Jay?

Hey, man.

Jay. Jay, wake up, man, please.

Deion?

I'm here. Take it easy.
You're gonna be okay.

I can't believe you came for me.

Of course I did.

There's something
I need say to you before I--

Look, you're not dying,
all right?

I'm gonna get you out of here.

God.

Any luck with Kym?

Her phone's off and I think
she just stole my car.

Maybe she's already here.

What? You think Kym's Ghostface?
That's crazy, Liv.

Is it?

Kym's known Deion the longest, right?
Knew his history, knew Marcus.

If Ghostface has a problem
with hypocrites,

Kym's the most sanctimonious
of us all.

I did see her and Manny
get into a huge fight,

but I never thought anything of it
'cause they were always bickering anyway.

Maybe the killer didn't want you
to think about it.

Whoever this is has evaded
detection at every turn.

Kind of like Kym has somehow
avoided any ounce of suspicion.

Huh. I never would have pegged
Kym for the Norman Bates type.

You never know who someone
really is on the inside.

I also don't know why Ghostface
brought us here if we can't get in.

Classic origin story.
It ends where it all began.

Kind of cliché, but this place
is totally our Crystal Lake.

That's it.

We all met in detention,
in the--

Library.

Deion, stop. Put me down.

I need you to hear what I got
to say while I can still say it.

I got you. Just... just hold on.

Yeah.

You got me like you had Deion
that Halloween, right?

How do you know about that?

You ain't the only one
that's been keeping a secret.

I know that you're Marcus
on the inside.

And you're Ghostface.

- No sign of the killer.
- Yet.

I doubt that window
was left open by accident.

No offense, but I don't think
patriotism is gonna stop Ghostface.

How generous.

- Now what?
- We find the killer.

If you're the killer,
then I must be a damn idiot.

I came here to save your ass.

Way too late for that, baby boy.

But there's still time
to own up to who you really are.

I did. I admitted to it.
I told Liv I was living a lie.

I want everyone
to know the truth.

To see you suffer
like Deion did.

Keep my brother name
out your mouth.

You didn't even know him.

That's where you're you wrong.

That's impossible. He died before Pops
even introduced you to our family.

Remember that summer Earl took Deion
out to football camp in Kentucky?

It wasn't just for that.

He wanted us to know
that we were brothers.

That we were blood.

He didn't even tell me
about you.

Figured he must have
kept that our secret.

Because once I moved
to Atlanta with you,

you treated me
like a total stranger.

That's why
you're killing people?

'Cause I didn't treat you
like a brother?

You didn't even treat Deion
like a brother.

You abandoned him,
stole his whole life.

After all he ever did
was look out for your punk ass.

You're the reason
why it all went bad.

What happened that Halloween is why
Earl chose your family over mine.

Why you think my mom locked herself
in the garage with the engine running?

- I... I didn't know.
- Of course you didn't.

'Cause all you ever gave a damn about
was keeping up with your stupid lie.

Why not just expose me,
then, huh?

- Or better yet, just kill me straight up.
- Killing is quick.

You took everything from me.

And I wanted
to take everything from you.

Only thing is I didn't know how

until the right opportunity
came along.

What opportunity?

I'll get to that.

But let's start
with Tommy Jenkins.

Taking a man's life
is a hell of a thing.

I had to prove
that I can go through with it.

But once I passed that test,

it wasn't nearly as hard
to keep going.

Your boy, Avery Collins,
that was to show y'all I meant business.

Hookman was payback.

Your little shorty's dad?

He was just in the wrong place
at the wrong time.

Don't stop there.
This your big moment, ain't it? No.

You don't die until you tell me everything,

about Shane, Manny, Amir.

Say something, man!

I didn't kill them fools.

Well, they dead. So who did?

You ain't the only one
that's been wearing a mask...

and neither was I.

You've been working
with somebody.

Up until last night...

when they stabbed me
in the back.

Actually, the front.

Either way, y'all screwed,

because they ain't gonna stop
until all of y'all are dead.

Who is it? Who is it, Jay?

You think I'mma tell you that?

The whole point of this
was to destroy you.

And trust me, she will.

She? Who is she?

Who is she?

Come on, Jay,
I'm begging you, man.

At least
we figured something out.

I guess
this is who we really are, huh?

You're the horror encyclopedia.

How's the killer
gonna finish us off?

Hard to say.

Tommy Jenkins and that kid from
Kym's block got their throats cut,

Avery cratered, Shane OD'd,

and Manny got turned
into a human tostada.

You're forgetting about Amir.

I'll never forget Amir.

Sorry, Beth. I'm just trying
to get to the bottom of this.

I just don't understand
how me telling you

that the one person
who ever liked me for who I am

got run through with a bone saw
is gonna help.

Well, it does.

Thanks, Beth.

What's that about?

It's just my dad.

Keeping tabs on me,
even from his hospital bed.

TTYL, Dad. About to get attacked
by a serial killer.

Something like that.

Liv. What happened?
Is that blood?

Don't worry. It's not mine.

Then whose is it?

Mine.

Your psycho girlfriend brained
me while my back was turned.

Because she's
the other Ghostface.

Please, Deion,
you have to believe me.

I want to.

That's the problem.

So let's just talk about this,
all right?

Beth knew Amir was stabbed
with a bone saw.

How could she have known that
if she wasn't there,

if she wasn't the one
who did it?

I was there, you bitch.

Amir died in my house.

And after Deion got hauled off
by the cops because of you,

I had to sit there all night
listening to every grisly detail

about how the one person
who cared about me got murdered,

details you shouldn't know.

I read the police report, okay?

It's a perfectly logical
explanation.

Yeah, well, so is mine.

Guess that puts the ball
in your court, sport.

How about we just call the cops,
all right?

Let them
get to the bottom of this.

I can't let you do that, Deion.

Or should I say Marcus?

Why are you doing this?
What do you want from us?

You mean besides exposing
you all as total hypocrites?

You're right.
This isn't about you, D'Marcus.

It's about her.

It's like I said from day one.

You are the final girl.

- Stay away from us.
- Um, this is a gun, you idiot.

Jay's gun, to be specific.

Lucky I got to it
before the cops did.

Drop that thing before I put
another bullet in his head.

Liv, run.

Solid advice from your
soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend.

A horror flick should never end
without an epic chase.

Screw you. I'm not leaving him.

Hey.

Just go.

Please.

No.

No.

That's the spirit.

God.

You have no idea how hard it is
to see in this damn thing.

Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Why are you doing this?

Because I was born bad.

Unlike you and your little
Deadfast besties,

I don't lie to myself about it.

Then why have you been
wearing a mask?

The difference is

when I take mine off,
nothing changes.

I always knew
I was a sociopath.

I mean, why do you think
I love horror movies so much?

I watched every single one
I could get my hands on

until I realized
it just wasn't quite enough.

Why should Michael Myers
get to have all the fun

when I could
be a better monster?

Because I'm not just some actor
behind a mask.

This is who I really am

on the inside.

Oh, God. Come on.
That was a killer monologue.

Literally.

No wonder Jason never runs

after all those
stupid counselors.

This is freaking exhausting.

You can stop this. Jay's dead.

Not when I'm so close
to finishing what I started.

This was your idea?

Like I said,
always knew I was a sociopath.

I was a wannabe killer
in search of an origin story

until one night,

it walked
right through my door.

The moment Jay sat
in my chair,

I could just tell
we were kindred spirits.

He asked me
to do his demons justice.

And so,
every time he'd come in,

my needle would go deeper
and so would his darkness.

Till one night,
he tells me about Deion

and about
how much he hated Deion

for abandoning the real one
and stealing his identity.

About the lie Deion had
been living ever since.

Jay wanted revenge,

and I realized this was fate.

I mean, it was perfect.

Even the mask was perfect.

All I had to do was give
Jay the tiniest little push.

Manipulate him into committing
murder, and it was on.

Getting detention with you guys,

that was just the icing
on the cake

because I got to exorcise
my demons, too.

And then when I had to cover my
ass around you Deadfast losers,

Jay would wear the costume.

But besides that,

I got to be
what I was born to be.

Help!

Help, help! Help!

And that moment with Amir?

God, it was everything.

- He trusted you.
- He broke the rules.

And I knew that if I killed him,
I could kill anybody.

I mean, I might have
even cared about him.

That's why I let him see me
for who I'm truly was.

A cold-blooded murderer?

Hey, I warned Amir
to stay away from me.

Some people
just don't wanna be helped.

Were you helping Jay, too?

Killing Jay
was always part of the plan.

But, you know, Kym just forced
my hand by going to the cops,

and I knew that if they got to
him before I did, I'd be screwed,

so...
I had to put him down.

I mean, what? I had to pin all
these murders on somebody, right?

They'll never believe you.

Um, right. Who do you think
the cops are gonna believe?

A tatted-up thug like Jay

or a pretty little white girl
like me?

- I'll tell them the truth.
- You'll be dead.

You're forgetting about Kym.

Trust me, I'm not.

I actually think
she's kind of cool, but...

at the end of the day, she's all talk.

Did you know that I called her
and I gave her a chance to get out?

And she abandoned you guys
without thinking twice.

Kym might be the biggest
hypocrite of them all.

But screw everybody else.
This is about me and you.

Wait, wait!

If I'm your final girl,

that means I survive, right?

See, I used to think that.

But then I realized

horror isn't about the victims.

I mean, why do you think
the franchises last so long?

The body drops change,

but the killer always
comes back for more.

The killer's the real hero
of the story.

- Beth, please.
- What?

Forget your line?

Don't worry, this is the part
where you scream.

Shut up, Beth.

Hey, it's not fair.

He said shut up!

Guess she got what she deserved.

Nobody deserved none of this.

- All right? It's my fault.
- Don't.

Don't you dare try to take
responsibility for what she did.

Either way, I still gotta tell
people the truth.

So Beth and Jay can win?

Sorry, but they've taken enough from
us already. I can't let you do that.

And I can't keep pretending
to be somebody I'm not.

That's what high school is.

None of us have any idea
who we really are.

That's something
we get to figure out later

if we make it through
in one piece.

Deion, Marcus.

You found out
who you really are tonight

when you risked everything
to save your brother.

So call yourself
whatever you want,

but that's all that
really matters to me.

- Stand back, y'all.
- Hey!

I'm about to put a bullet
in Beth's jacked-up brainpan.

- She said you bailed on us.
- Definitely could've.

Ghostface offered me
the chance to get out.

And that's when
I put it all together.

Beth was the only one who knew
I was shook enough to bounce.

But that ain't how
a final girl rolls.

I came back for y'all instead.

I heard that fire alarm going off,
and I found this on the ground.

I knew there was some realness
going down.

Okay, well,
there ain't no need for it no more.

- You can drop that thing.
- Nuh-uh.

It don't matter
if it's a classic horror,

a prequel, a sequel, a pre-boot,
or a reboot, everybody knows

the killer comes back
for one last scare.

It was you the whole time.

Guess you're right.

We are partners.

Boom. Final girl, y'all.

Underestimate at your own risk.

Oh, damn, Deion, that looks bad.
You gonna be all right?

You know me, Kym.

Nothing stops D-Day Elliot.

Oh!

Oh, man.

Just be sure to put your
hands up when we step outside.

It'd suck to make it through all
this and then get popped by the cops.

Hello?

What you doing,
answering your phone on the first ring?

- Hey, Kym.
- Hold on. We about to video chat.

What you got going on?

Oh, you know,
just moving into Georgia Tech.

You make it to California, yet?

See for yourself.

- Damn, that for real?
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I made it, all right.

Some good stuff did come out of
everything we've been through.

- Liv says hey.
- Tell her I say hey back.

Oh, man, is that D-Day?

Boy, don't be crowding
my phone like that!

Deion, what's good, man?

Everything, Hawkins, everything.
What the hell are you doing at GT?

You couldn't get into that
school if you had a map and keys.

I just wanna see what this
whole Midtown thing was about.

Kym's gonna let me crash
for a while.

No, I said, "We'll talk about
it." Don't be getting no ideas, now.

So that's what we've been doing
down in the Dirty.

Keeping Manny's dream alive
best way we can.

Well, I expect regular updates.

- Talk soon.
- Love to your mama. Bye.

We should get a move on.

Don't wanna be
late for your orientation.

No, we ain't going nowhere until you
get those feet of yours in this ocean.

Come on.

You did it, boy.

You really did it.

No, we did it.

I'll never forget all you did
for me, Mama, never.

All I ever wanted was to
see your dreams come true.

Now that it is,
it's like my own dreams have come true.

Nothing would ever be able
to take that away from us.

- Yeah, not anymore.
- Not anymore.

You and Liv take a minute.

You've earned it.

What's up, baby?

New coast, new life.

You sure you're ready for this?

Guess we'll figure it out.
Together.

Who are you and what have
you done with Deion Elliot?

It's a long story, that one.

Like, really long.