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- I knew Lakewood had a history.

You just don't expect
lightning to strike twice.

Why didn't you tell me
you were Daisy?

Because it happened
a long time ago.

Someone knows.

He called you again?

Just before Noah and I
were about to, you know...

Tyler finally
texted back.

He said he didn't do it.

There is no way
out of this.

So we can help
each other. Or not.

But then it's every
man for himself.

I'm the one
that's gonna lift the mask.

I am done playing your games,
and I'm done with you.

Where's Brooke?
Where the hell is she?

Riley, stay put.
I'm coming.

Help!

Suspect Tyler O'Neill.

Vehicle reported crashed through
construction on Kincaid Bridge.

No.

Emma?

Emma, honey, they got him.

They got Tyler.
He crashed his car.

Aw, honey.

- I'll be right back. You stay here, okay?
- Okay. Okay.

Is that Riley?

Oh, my God.

How did this happen?

How did this happen?

- Hey! Hey, "Protect and serve," my ass!
- Noah.

- Where was he? She was right here!
- Noah! Come on. Breathe.

Noah, stop!

I don't understand.
I don't understand.

Who would kill her?

I need to know.

Yeah. So do I.

Hey.

Hey.

Man...

How did this happen?

It's not your fault.

- It's my fault.
- It's not.

Look, Riley Marra was
murdered on my watch.

At my station. How is that not my fault?

You couldn't foresee this. No one could.

Look, I underestimated
him, Maggie.

I let him distract me.

Mom. Who is it?

- Emma, you shouldn't be here. Come on.
- Is it Tyler?

- No. Sweetie.
- Is he dead?

The driver was decapitated
during the crash.

- Hey, Sheriff.
- Yeah.

They found this
near the car.

That's the Brandon James mask.

Scream - 01x04
Aftermath

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Honestly, guys,
this is a tough one to talk about.

I mean, I've covered
some terrible things,

but last night,
I felt it.

The hunt for Tyler O'Neill
ended in tragedy

and another Lakewood
teen lost her life.

And the press will be hyping
the curse of Brandon James

and looking for
someone to blame,

but I've met these kids.

Their loss is
impossible to describe.

So I'm not gonna try.

My heartfelt condolences go to the
friends and family of Riley Marra.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Could you
turn that off?

I can't
believe she's gone.

I can't believe
I abandoned her.

Brooke, we both did.

But you were
worried about me.

And I was answering
a booty call.

To a guy who
didn't even show.

Brooke, it's
not your fault.

You know, I don't think I'm gonna
make it through this town hall thing.

None of this waterproof
mascara actually is.

Come here.

You can go a day
without mascara.

You know, Riley had
those insane long lashes.

Yeah.

She never had
to wear mascara.

That bitch.

I know.

I miss her, too.

Hey.

Found you.

Did you sleep
here last night?

Thank you.

If by "sleep," you mean
"stare numbly into space,"

then, yeah, I slept.

What are you reading?

Uh, highlights from my brief
text relationship with Riley.

"Meet me by
the football field."

That's a really big one.

Uh, "Yes, my mom's
on a kale kick."

That's disgusting.

"Who would win in
a cage match,

Lady Gaga or Madonna?"

Oh, definitely Gaga.

Yeah, Gaga would
totally win, right?

Kick her ass.

Yeah.

God.

I don't know, the
Victorians had it right.

You know, I wish I had,
like, a lock of her hair,

or something real.

You know, not just pixels.

You have memories.

You know, maybe if
I'd punched my V-card,

the rules of horror
would've kicked in.

Maybe I'd be
the one who died.

I don't think
that's how it works.

I would offer
to deflower you,

but I'd just be
taking advantage

of your heightened
emotional state,

- and we can't have that.
- Thank you.

- Yeah, that's very kind of you.
- Mmm.

Well, I'd rather
channel my anguish

into something productive.

Maybe vigilante justice.

Hey, we could team up,

"Bi-curious and
The Virgin."

That's the world's saddest
crime-fighting duo.

Come on, virgin.

We're gonna be late.

No, you go. I'm not ready
to face reality yet.

You see this? Tyler's car.
It's all over the Web.

Yeah, and Riley.

She shouldn't be dead.

I know. But Tyler
and Nina are gone.

They can't hurt
us anymore.

They weren't the
ones ready to slam me

with a shovel last night.

It's just you and me.

We gotta trust each other.

How you doing, Em?

- I've been better.
- Yeah.

My dad's got index cards.

How could there be
talking points today?

Good morning, my friends.

I know that we're all still reeling
from the events of the past few days.

And the loss to our community is something
that we will be feeling for years to come.

Sheriff Hudson?

I know there are a lot of,
uh, rumors floating around.

And I'm here to tell
you what we know.

Last night, it appears
that Tyler O'Neill

attacked Riley Marra
outside the sheriff's station

and then fled the scene.

Riley died of her injuries
before paramedics could arrive.

Now, security
footage shows

that her assailant was wearing
the same mask as the person

who killed Nina Patterson.

And that mask was found in
the wreckage of Tyler's car.

Our ME is running
forensic tests

to confirm that the body
found inside that car

is in fact that
of Tyler O'Neill's.

But I am confident
we've got our man.

It's over.

Hey, Sheriff.

Yeah?

What about Rachel Murray?
Did Tyler kill her, too?

Afraid I can't
discuss that.

We just opened
our investigation.

But you are
investigating it, right?

You're not just gonna pin it
on Tyler to close the case?

No one's pinning
anything on anyone.

Emma,

maybe you should take your friend to
see one of those grief counselors.

Hey, Audrey. Come on. I know.

Audrey.

Look, we're gonna figure
this out, I promise.

The crazy thing is, I kind
of want it to be Tyler.

- I know.
- I just want it to be over.

Everyone does. That's
what I'm worried about.

You think the killer
is still out there.

I don't know.
I hope not.

Even if Tyler did
kill Riley and Nina,

why would he have been
the one harassing me?

It doesn't make sense.

You're right.

The Mayor needs to
open the beaches,

but he wants to be sure
the shark's dead.

Yeah, well, the techs are still
sifting through the wreckage,

picking up pieces,
literally.

Maggie, come
on, it's me.

Is this
Tyler O'Neill?

The hands are too
burned to pull prints.

I started a DNA panel,
but the results take time.

Wouldn't dental
records be faster?

If I had something
to compare them to.

What do you mean?

Well, the team has been
dragging the creek all night.

But we can't seem
to find his head.

I'll have a triple half-sweet
2% caramel macchiato, please.

That's a joke.

Yeah.

No, hearing the Sheriff
spell out what happened,

I just had to
check on you.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I thought that it would
be good to get back to work.

But, um...

Every shot I pour
makes me think of Riley.

Her insane
espresso tolerance.

Yeah, she could drink any
grad student under the table.

That night we were
cramming for finals,

she was
practically levitating.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was.

I'm... I'm sorry.

No. No, don't be.

Yeah.

So, is this what
being friends feels like?

It's, uh, not so
terrible, huh?

No. Not today.

I'm sorry.

Hey, Brooke.
What's up?

Grief-shopping.

I need advice picking
funeral nail polish.

Come help me.

Well, as uplifting as
that sounds, I've, uh,

I've gotta go. I'm at work.

What do you think, Em?
Titanium, Black Onyx?

Both sound equally
depressing to me.

I got to go, I'll call
you later, okay?

Black Onyx.

Riley would approve.

_

I heard your
podcast this morning.

Thanks for what
you said about Riley.

I can't imagine what you
guys are going through.

Yeah. You don't want to.

Um, the usual?

Uh, no, thank you.
Uh, double shot, to-go.

So, uh...

I heard that the PTB

is trying to pin the blame on your sheriff.

I hope not.
It's not his fault.

Oh, no, of course not.

I mean, it's
Tyler's fault.

"Lakewood Slasher Dead."

That's what sells ad
banners on HuffPo, right?

But you don't
think that's true?

I think that people
need it to be Tyler,

and I also think that your
Sheriff is not the only person

who's gonna be
the scapegoat here.

See you later.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

_

Mom?

Dad?

_

Hey.

Drinking on the job is
a new thing for you.

They can't fire me.

I'm the only one who knows
how to reset the router.

At least take it slow.

- Noah?
- Emma.

Uh, welcome to
my nightmare.

What's up?

I got this
in the mail.

I think the killer is sending
me some weird message.

A yearbook?
That's not so weird.

Oh, Holy Manson
Family album!

- Hey.
- Sorry.

Just... These were
Brandon's victims.

He stole their faces.

And then he
scratched out my dad's.

The only survivor.

I guess Tyler could
have sent this,

but it seems
a little analog

for a killer who's been using
social media and cell cloning.

Well, I mean he is
taking me to the past.

Is this the message?

Yeah. "The truth lies where
the mask was made."

You know, the mask
Brandon James wore

was actually
a surgical mask.

- Some say it was all that held his face together...
- Noah.

Okay, okay.
Um, just...

It was to protect his sutures
from infection, post-op.

- So who made it?
- I don't know.

Brandon's surgeries were done
at Lakewood General,

out on the turnpike, but it closed
down, like, six or seven years ago.

Please tell me
we're going there!

No. We're, we're
not going anywhere.

But it's a great lead!

Look, I know that you want
to do something for Riley,

and I do, too.
But, uh...

This could
be a trap.

Uh, yeah, fine. Okay.

Why don't you take
it to the sheriff?

Yeah, go be law-abiding
and whatever.

I've got some
grief-gaming to do.

I'll catch you later.

Emma?

Em, you're going to that
hospital alone, aren't you?

I... I just keep thinking about
what you said this morning.

About what a relief it would
be if it actually was Tyler

who was behind
all of this.

And, I mean, if he sent
me that yearbook,

and he's dead,
then this isn't a trap.

He's not there
to ambush me.

- And you'd have your answer.
- Yeah.

But also,
if it wasn't him...

Then we go together.

Prepared.

Okay.

Cool.

- Should we take Noah?
- Oh, God, no.

He'd be like a four-year-old
at Disneyland.

- We'd have to put a leash on him.
- Fair point.

He can watch
the highlight reel.

Let's go.

- What's that about?
- That was the City Attorney.

Riley Marra's family
wants to file a civil case

against Lakewood, naming
me the lead screw-up.

Not the official term.

Look, I know Riley's parents.

When the time is right,
I'll try talking to them.

Rachel Murray's name
came up today, too.

I delayed
the investigation

to give her family
a day to mourn,

but now it looks like
I'm covering something up.

That's ridiculous.
You did nothing wrong.

Hey,

I'll back you up.

Yeah. Well, let's hope
that's good enough.

Hey, kitten. You okay?

My friends are dead and
everyone hates me.

Other than that, perfect.

Hey, did you
talk to Mom?

I keep trying her cell and it
just goes straight to voicemail.

Well, I don't think
the ashram allows phones.

Does she even know
what's going on here?

Brooke, your mom has perfected
the art of avoidance.

I, on the other hand,
have to handle the press,

the grieving parents,

and a departmental screw-up
of Darwin Award proportions.

I'm sorry.

I know you miss her.
So do I.

But, um, you can
talk to me.

Now, what do you mean
everybody hates you?

You're adorable.

Forget it.

Yo! What's the 9-1-1?

I got into Duke.

Hell, yeah!
Huge congrats, bro.

Thanks, man.

Um, but no scholarship.

So, I'm gonna be
paying 63 grand.

Which may as well
be 63 million.

Did you tell your dad?

Not yet.

He'll never
co-sign for student loans,

so that's it.

I'm never getting out of here.

You know, if you need
fast cash for tuition,

there is another option.

We can finish what
Nina and Tyler started.

Blackmail? We're finally in the
clear and you want to dive back in?

We are still
in the clear.

This guy has no
idea who we are.

We don't even
have the video.

It's on Nina's laptop.

There may be another copy.

I knew you
didn't delete everything.

We have an opportunity.

Look, if the guy balks,
then we walk.

No harm, no foul.

But if he pays,

hello, Duke.

_

Okay. So,
what do you think?

Uh, second thoughts
are setting in.

Look, this guy killed Riley
at the police station

and Nina at her house,
and I know for a fact

that he was outside
my house the other night.

If he wanted to kill me,
he's had plenty of chances.

That's sketchy logic.

But it almost
makes sense.

All right,
let's gear up.

You have a stun gun?

Yeah. Over-protective dad.

If your psycho friend
shows up,

push the button,
jam it into his junk.

Sounds effective.
What about you?

- I'm old school.
- Great.

You ready?

Yeah.

After you.

Thanks.

This place is huge.

- Maybe we should split up.
- Hey, that is not even remotely funny.

- Just a thought.
- It's not funny.

- Just messing with you.
- This way.

Okay.

If Tyler did
send you that yearbook,

we're following
a dead man's trail.

Great, or a live
man's trap.

Who's to say a woman
couldn't torture and kill

just as well as a man?

Well, it was a man's
voice that called me.

A voice like this?

$1.99 voice-changer app.

We used it for
Rachel's zombie movie.

Please do not
do that again.

I'm just saying,
it could be anybody.

God.

Well, this can't be good.

It keeps going.

He's been here.

What do you wanna do?

- I want to find that son of a bitch.
- Me, too.

Oh, God.

Is that a pig?

Oh, God, I'm never
eating bacon again.

The heart's gone.

So's the head.

My mom got
a heart in a box.

- This is where it's from.
- Lovely.

- Oh...
- Help me find a light.

Noah was right.

It's Brandon James.

Oh, my God, this must be
where they tried to fix him.

The masks were custom-made
for Brandon's face

after each one
of the surgeries.

There's more than one?

Fabulous.

Look.

Noah?

What the hell!

Did you just try to
tase my man-parts?

Get up.

What are you
doing here?

Does that really
require an explanation?

You know I wanna make this guy
pay just as much as you do.

Hey. Don't blame
Emma. Blame me.

Guys, we have
bigger problems.

Holy Christmas.

Oh, I knew it.

Oh, it's a genuine
killer's lair.

- That's a thing?
- Oh, please don't get him started.

A lair is an extension of
the killer's psychosis.

The root cellar in Psycho, Kevin
Spacey's apartment in Seven,

Hannibal Lecter's kitchen. I mean,
every fictional killer has one.

So he's
been living here?

I highly doubt it.

No, this looks staged.

I mean, you see lairs on TV,
not in real life.

Take Pretty Little Liars.

They're always chock-full
of bloody clues

and creepy
unrealistic icons.

I mean, seriously,

how would A get her hands
on four Victorian dolls

that look just like
the main characters?

Where do you
shop for that?

Evil American
Girl Doll store?

I can't believe you two
came here without me.

Yeah, you're right.
After you.

This is Rachel's.

- Nina's necklace.
- This is Riley's keychain.

Bastard took souvenirs.

Jesus...

Emma.

The missing
yearbook pictures.

It's you.

And you're the star
of the show.

I think we should go.

Yeah, the charm
is wearing off.

Emma,
what are you doing?

Oh, my God,
that's Nina's laptop.

What?

The police have
been looking for this.

I bet.

Whoa. Folders
for all her friends?

Maybe photos?

Was she friends
with the Mayor?

Principal Showalter?

The sheriff.

Nina, what the hell
were you doing?

They're encrypted.
I could get 'em open...

- But I'd need some time.
- I got it.

Wait, hold on.

- Emma, we gotta take this.
- This is evidence.

We should let the
police deal with this.

Because they handled
the Riley situation so well.

Emma, there's a file
with your name on it.

Aren't you the least
bit curious?

I just feel like
this is all a test.

And when I fail,
people die.

You didn't come
here to do nothing.

Hey, guys,
someone's coming.

Wait, does your camera
have an SD card?

Yeah, hang on.

Okay, come on, come on.

Okay.

Come on, Emma, hurry up.

- How much longer?
- Ten seconds.

- We don't have 10 seconds.
- I know. I know. I know.

- Uh, perimeter alert. Guys.
- It's almost there. Five seconds.

Hey, seriously,
guys, we gotta go.

Guys, we gotta go.
Are we done?

- Come on. Let's go. Hurry up.
- Emma, we gotta go!

Okay, all right.
We're done.

We got it, we got it, we got it.
Okay, okay. Okay, let's go.

Wait, guys, what's that?

- Oh, it's Brandon's mask.
- Leave it. We gotta go!

There might
be DNA on it.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, man, that is wrong!

That is Tyler's head!

- There's no way he killed anybody.
- Come on. He's coming.

Crap, we gotta go!

Back exit!

Go on!

That side!

You three, with me. Now.

- What were you thinking?
- Yeah, what were you thinking?

Every piece of evidence
in that hospital

is potentially inadmissible
because of you!

How did you know
we were there?

Anonymous tip.

Someone saw you
guys breaking in.

We swept that place a week
ago, looking for Tyler.

There was nothing.

So why were you there?

A package came
to the house.

The 1994 Lancers yearbook.

He cut out people's faces,
he wrote things.

Oh, my God, Emma.

Why didn't you
come straight here?

Because the last time I came here,
it didn't really end that well.

Hey, that's not fair.

Mom, none
of this is fair.

Why didn't you tell
me about this?

To try and stop more
people from dying.

I said I didn't
think it was Tyler.

No one believed me.

But you believe us now, right?

Well, considering his
head is in that hospital

and his body is in the car,

yeah.

Glad we cleared that up.

Sit down. Don't move. I'm gonna
need your camera, Audrey.

Now all of you,
get out of here.

Go home. Do me a favor.

Any further contact,
you call me immediately.

- Let's go.
- Get out of here.

_

Hey, sweetheart.

This just came for you.

It's from your mother.

I don't need another
tchotchke from India.

Well, you're in luck,

cause this is
from Sri Lanka.

Thought that Buddhist
retreat was last year.

I thought it didn't take.

Well, apparently,
she's changed her mind.

I don't know.

I have a bad feeling.

Which is perfectly
understandable.

You just lost one of
your best friends.

Such a sweet kid.

Yeah, she really was.

Unlike me.

You're tough, Brooke.

So am I.

Doesn't always
make you popular.

But it does make you...

...survivors.

You really
don't get it, do you?

Brooke. Brooke, I...

_

Brooke?

I got your text.
What's up?

Everyone hates me.

You saw the poll?

Did you vote
for me, too?

Hell, no.

I gotta keep
you around.

Gotta have one unattainable
hottie to keep me grounded.

Especially with Riley
being gone.

Last night,
I left my friend alone

because I just wanted
what I wanted.

It's always
all about me.

- Or your girlish charm.
- No, it's not.

I don't wanna
be that person.

Come here.

Thank you.

Withholding from the
police. Naughty, naughty.

You know me.

Let's see
what we got here.

Oh, crap, we ejected
the card too soon.

There's no content.

Wait, hold on.
Hold on, we got one.

Now we just
need a password.

- What's something Nina would use?
- Try "thunderbitch."

Okay.

- Too obvious.
- I can get around it.

That was just
an amuse-bouche.

Hey, Piper.
Do you have a second?

Emma. Perfect timing.

I was just
wrapping things up.

Wait, you're done?
You're leaving?

I'm gonna grab some
man-on-the-street reaction bits,

uh, request interviews from
police, get shut down,

rinse, repeat.
But, uh, yeah,

the case is
pretty much done.

Just came by to say
goodbye and, uh,

grab a latte
for the road.

Maybe you shouldn't.

You know what, I know,

I've been trying to cut down, but you
know what, everybody has their vices...

I'm not talking
about coffee.

Okay. Does this
have anything to do

with what happened
at the hospital yesterday?

The sheriff isn't
sharing anything.

You know, I can't
talk about specifics.

I get it. You don't
have to say anything,

but barista
to podcaster,

if you were me,
would you stay

or would you go?

I would stay.

- Oh, yeah.
- You almost make this look cool.

Yeah, well, we're cooking.
We are cooking with gas.

And there it went.

We're in.

You are Jedi.
What is it?

Uh, looks like
a video file.

Oh, my God.
It's Emma and Will!

- Whoa.
- Turn it off.

- Now, Noah. Turn it off!
- Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, I'm trying.
I'm trying.

Uploading?
Uploading where?

Uh, it's a hidden executable.
I can't stop it!

- The file's just been shared with the listserv.
- What listserv?

Here you go.

Thank you.

While I'm still here, you're
gonna have to teach me

how to do that foam,
squiggly-leaf thing.

Sure.

Emma, what is it?

You okay?

Oh, my God.

What?

It's my first time.