All language subtitles for Scream_S01E01_Pilot.English (CC)

[boy] ♪ Daisy, Daisy ♪

♪ Give me your answer, do ♪

♪ I'm half crazy ♪

♪ All for the love of you ♪

-[cell phone beeps]
-[music playing on stereo]

[suspenseful music playing]

[keypad clicking]

[moaning]

[cell phone chiming]

[moaning continues]

[taps keyboard]

[music playing on car stereo]

It's a time-honored enforcement
of the food chain.

The weak are outed and then eaten.

Wow! You are a mean drunk tonight.

Oh, please. You agreed
that clip was too good to trash.

Officer, she made me do it.
She makes me do a lot of things.

-[cell phone chimes]
-Oh, my God. Chirpster's all over it.

Audrey's totally trending.

It already has 500 views and counting.

Then why don't you make me a drink
while we break the Internet, huh?

I know your parents are still out of town.

Aw! No.

I only needed your tech savvy tonight,
not what's in your pants.

-[yapping]
-[Nina gasps]

Hi, baby!

Oh! Yes, you're the love of my life.
Come on.

-[cell phone chimes]
-Music on.

[pop music playing]

[dog whines]

Aw, you want to come in the hot tub
with me, don't you, Sage?

You can't go in the hot tub.
That would be gross.

[cell phone chiming]

[chiming continues]

Aw, you want to come in the hot tub
with me, don't you, Sage?

[cell phone chimes]

Oh!

Tyler, you are skating
on Restraining Order Lake.

[cell phone chimes]

Tyler? I swear to God,
if you are in my house, you are dead!

Sage is a trained attack Pomeranian,
and she will gut you on command!

[Sage yapping]

[cell phone chimes]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[cell phone chimes]

Well, maybe you should grow up!

And when you do, I'll be outside!

-[Sage whimpering]
-No, stay inside.

-[cell phone chimes]
-Outdoor speakers on.

[pop music playing]

Tyler?

[cell phone chiming]

[chuckles softly]

I may have underestimated you.

[cell phone chimes]

Then get over here
and do something about it.

[cell phone chimes]

[screaming]

[panting]

[breathing heavily] Oh, my God.

-[cell phone chimes]
-[whispering] Call 911.

-[cell phone chimes]
-[automated voice] Calling Pottery Barn.

Help! Help!

-[sobbing] Somebody, help me!
-[Sage yapping]

[Nina whimpering]

-[knife slashing]
-[screaming]

[groaning]

-[Sage growling]
-[Nina gasping]

Oh!

Please don't...

No! No, please!

[gurgling]

-[cell phone ringing]
-[water bubbling]

Okay, come on, Will.
Focus.

But, Em, your hair smells so good.
What is that, lime?

It's mango.

Oh, my gosh, and this delightful
wood-pulp-smelling thing

is your calculus book.

I don't get why I have to pass calculus
to play basketball

to get a scholarship
to take more calculus.

-Whatever.
-Because, Will,

your good looks are only gonna
get you so far in this world.

And if you'd shown up last night
like you were supposed to--

Hey, I told you, my phone died,
and my charger's in my gym bag.

Okay.

Come on.

"Which of these equations best describes
the relationship between X and Y?"

Well, X is a moron who didn't call
the incredibly drop-dead gorgeous Y

to tell her he couldn't
make it last night.

And X is very, very sorry.

Just don't do it again.

I won't.

-I don't deserve you.
-No, you don't.

-No. No?
-No. No.

[both chuckle]

Do you want to stay for breakfast?

I gotta go.
But tell your mom I said hi?

-Okay.
-Okay.

Emma, was that Will I heard?

Oh, yeah, we had to cram for a calc quiz.

Pre-dawn?

I thought teenagers
were supposed to sleep till noon

and rot their brains on video games.

-Well, maybe I got a defective one.
-[chuckling] Yeah.

How's Clark?

That's Sheriff Hudson to you.

-What are you getting at?
-Newsflash, he likes you.

We work together.
Often over dead bodies.

I just...

I think you deserve a second chance.

Well, now that I have your permission,
I'll make sure I fall deeply in love.

Hey, don't act like it's impossible.

You're a coroner.
You're not dead.

Get your stuff. Let's go.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[school bell ringing]

[boy laughing]

[boy] Oh-ho! Nice!

-[girl] There she is.
-[camera beeps]

[girl 1] I know!
[girl 2] She's so gross.

Ah! The lady of the hour!

Today is going to suck
exceptionally hard.

-What? No, you love taco Tuesday.
-[scoffs]

Come on. Let it out.

-[students muttering]
-It's just-- Rachel? Seriously?

The socially-awkward Catholic-school
film geek is your lesbian lover,

and I have to find out on YouTube?
I call a best-friend foul.

-I didn't make the video.
-Oh, yeah.

Lack of production value
made that pretty clear.

But if we could just move right on back
to the whole lesbian thing--

Okay, not a lesbian.
Not discussing it.

-[chuckling] Okay.
-[girl 1 laughing] Right there, you guys.

Oh, my gosh.

-[girl 2] She looked at me.
-[Audrey sighs]

Tell me what I can do to help.

-Can you take the video down?
-Well, it's already been yanked.

Probably flagged for content.

Uh, I tried tracing who sent it,

but the email from the link
is just a dummy account.

Thanks for trying.

Screw 'em, right? Come on.

I thought we agreed to trash that video?

She was bound to come out one day.

Look at her.

What's the big deal if she is a lesbian?

Okay, the big deal is
it wasn't her decision to tell the world.

[scoffs]

Jake?

I wasn't the only one
on that group thread.

And I did delete that video...

after I sent it to PJ.

-Girl-on-girl is his demographic.
-[chuckles]

[Emma] Riley?

Sorry. Zoey saw it on my phone.

Do you guys even understand
the term "viral"?

I don't see Nina anywhere.

You know she did the wide release.

[scoffs] Of course it was Nina.

She's a spoiled sociopath
with no impulse control.

I mean, she's probably ditching right now
to avoid your good-girl wrath.

Em, your little friend will be fine.

We're not really friends anymore.

Just give it 24 hours, okay?

Someone will text
and drive their hybrid into a tree

and we'll have a new headline.

Maybe Audrey will Taylor Swift her anger

into creative energy
for one of her little films.

Emma, she'll be fine. Okay?

[Mr. Branson] Cavemen made fires.

Those fires cast shadows,
and those shadows created fear.

Men have been obsessed with
scaring each other ever since.

[whispering] His name's Kieran Wilcox.

He just moved here from Atlanta.

I thought you weren't into
high school guys.

No, that was just you.

[scoffs]

Brooke.

Would you please tell us which genre
originated with The Castle of Otranto?

[clears throat] The castle genre?

The gothic genre.

Thank you.

Guys, look, I get it.

Nobody wants to sit around reading
500 dusty pages about monks and curses.

But nobody's forcing you
to watch The Walking Dead.

Ooh! Is The Walking Dead on the midterm?

Zombies are not literature, Jake.

Why not?

George Romero, Horace Walpole,
it's all the same bones.

Or the same rotting flesh.

Kieran's right.

Gothic genre is all over TV right now.

You have American Horror Story.
You have Bates Motel, Hannibal.

What about Texas Chainsaw or Halloween?

Uh, those are slasher movies.

So, you can't do a slasher movie
as a TV series.

Well, think about it.

You know, girl and her friends

arrive at the dance, the camp,
the deserted town, whatever.

Killer takes them out one by one.
Ninety minutes later,

the sun comes up as survivor girl's
sitting in the back of the ambulance

watching her friends' bodies
being wheeled past.

Slasher movies burn bright and fast.

Hi, Sage! Hi!

[Noah] TV needs to stretch things out.

Nina, are you home?

[Noah] You know,
by the time the first body's found,

it's only a matter of time
before the bloodbath commences.

[screaming]

[school bell ringing]

[woman on PA] Nina Patterson's death
is a great shock.

Once you've seen the grief counselor,
you're free to return home.

Classes will resume tomorrow.

This Wi-Fi sucks.
The cops aren't saying much.

"Her mom found her body.
The victim of foul play."

I need gory details.

[Noah] Um, hello?

Miss, why am I here?

That's the "mandatory" part
of mandatory grief counseling.

No, but seriously, I feel shock,
mild interest, but not grief.

Guys, Nina was murdered in cold blood.

Do you not even care?

It just doesn't seem real.

[Jake] Here we go.

One of Nina's neighbors tweeted
that her throat was sliced ear to ear.

The press is all over this.

They're playing the whole
"maybe Brandon James is back" angle.

Brandon James is dead.

Who's Brandon James?

Uh, he killed a bunch of students
20 years ago.

He, um... He cut some others up.

This is him.

Emma's dad got stabbed.
He almost died.

Brandon had Proteus syndrome,
like the Elephant Man.

People say he was born a monster,

but I think he was bullied
and beaten into one.

-And you know all this why?
-[Noah] I don't know.

Some guys like sports.
I like serial killers.

And Brandon James is my Dallas Cowboys.

He was a classic case of the deformed kid
who lived in the shed.

Mom homeschooled him.
Dad was ashamed of him.

His older brother, Troy,
was the only one who cared about him.

Whenever he went out,
he wore this post-op surgical mask.

They tried to fix his face a few times.
Never really worked.

What made him start killing people?

Rumor is he fell in love.

His brother said Brandon was obsessed.

Wrote her anonymous love letters.
Made her little carvings.

Brandon found her at the Halloween dance.

He got up the nerve to talk to her.

It went okay at first.

[screaming]

[boy] Leave her alone!

[Noah] But then a bunch of drunk jocks
jumped him.

They thought they were
saving her from a monster.

After a lifetime of taking it,
something in Brandon snapped.

He killed five students
by the time he was done.

[boy faintly] ♪ Daisy... ♪
[Noah] The manhunt ended at Wren Lake.

The girl agreed to meet him.

You should turn yourself in.

Don't hurt anyone else.

[Brandon] I just wanted to be with you.

-[gun fires]
-[screams]

[breathing heavily]

You promised you weren't gonna hurt him!

[officer] Back away.

[Noah] Nobody ever knew who she was.

[Sheriff Hudson] At this point,
we're questioning persons of interest,

and we're looking for Miss Patterson's
ex-boyfriend, Tyler O'Neill.

If anyone has any information
on his whereabouts, please,

call the hotline number on the screen.
Thank you.

So, Tyler did it? For reals?

Em's mom worked the scene.

Tell them what you heard.

A neighbor saw
Tyler's car parked out front

around the time that Nina was killed.

There was no sign of forced entry,

and his fingerprints were found
on a glass in the kitchen.

Now his foster parents can't find him.

Nobody can.

When he dated Nina, they were
always at each other's throats, but...

-How could he do that?
-[tablet chimes]

Do you think one keg is gonna be enough?

Do you really think
a party's a good idea tonight, Brooke?

[scoffs] It's a prayer vigil.

People in mourning get thirsty.

Em, your mom's tight
with the Sheriff, right?

Do you know if they
went through Nina's laptop?

My mom just handles the autopsy.

I can't believe Nina's just a body now.

It kind of always was just a body,
but top-shelf all the way.

Hey, man, have some respect.

I have extreme respect.

And so did most of the basketball team,
and some of the football team,

-and a couple of lacrosse dudes.
-[Riley] Okay, stop.

And I'm sure the Sheriff is going to
question every single one of them.

Where were you Monday night, Jake?

I was with Will.

Up to no good.

But you told me your phone died
and you were stranded.

-Oh!
-I was.

Jake picked me up.

-What?
-[chuckles]

Oh, um...

I'll see you guys later.

[speaking indistinctly]

What?

Hey. Audrey.

Hi. Emma.

Uh...

Do you want to come to a party tonight?

Brooke's having a send-off for Nina...
with booze.

An Irish wake kind of thing.

I'm kind of grounded.

There was this video that went around.

It's okay. You saw it.
Everyone saw it. I know.

Well, it, uh, starts at 9:00
out at Wren Lake.

I mean, you can bring whoever you want.

But no pressure.

-Maybe I'll see you there.
-[chuckles]

[machine whirring]

Hey.

You cleaned up your desktop, right?

You got rid of those files?

I will. I'm on it.

This isn't about getting suspended, bro.

Nina is dead.

You want to wear an orange jumpsuit
for the rest of your life, fine.

Just don't take me down with you.

Bro, I don't want that.

But your fingerprints
are all over this, too.

Just do it.

[whispering] "Just do it."

-[knocking]
-[Brooke] Knock, knock.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Branson?

[sighs] Brooke.

Hi. Uh...

I know this has been a rough week for you.
How you holding up?

Devastated, of course.

Right.

Well, with the investigation and all,

I feel that we should
discontinue our study sessions.

[chuckles softly]

Okay.

[sighs] But what exactly
am I supposed to do

on Saturday night when you call me
after a few Scotch and sodas

and ask me if I'm wearing any underwear?

Brooke, this cannot end well.

The answer is, I'm not...

wearing any.

[knocking on door]

Hello?

[door closing]

-What's that?
-Do we know anyone named Daisy?

Someone just probably
got the wrong house.

-[car horn honking]
-Oh! I gotta go. Will's here. Love you.

[stammers]

[indistinct chatter]

[music playing]

So, Brooke, where's your dad?

[sighs] Quinn has a lady friend in town.

I have a party, he gets laid.
It's the circle of life.

Parental sex. TMI.

Calm down. You're like a purse dog.
What is wrong with you?

I'm sorry. Coach is riding my ass.

We're supposed to have a scout from Duke
at tomorrow's game.

The scout will be blown away tomorrow.

So tonight, relax.

-Well, make me.
-[chuckles]

Ugh! I'd say get a room,
but I don't want the cleanup.

Hi, Audrey. How are you?

Good, thanks. Um, you know Noah.

I have a little place just like this
in the Hamptons.

[giggling] Okay.
That's funny.

Um, okay, food and drinks over there,

and suits in the cabana
if you want to swim.

But suits are completely optional.

I'm the one who kissed a girl.

Uh, you know, star of the viral video.

Hey, look, she's kissing a girl!
[chuckling] Right?

Uh, we'll be outside.

She's got a bottle of tequila
and something to prove.

I predict live girl-on-girl action
by 10:00 p.m.

Hmm. I can't believe she just showed up.

She didn't.

I invited her.

Did you invite him, too?

Oh, no, this one's all me.

-Are you getting anything good?
-Yeah, actually. It's great.

It's like an STD cautionary tale.

-[laughing]
-Hey.

Whoa! [chuckling] Hey! No!

-[laughing]
-This is not fair. Stop.

Fine.

So, this girl.
You guys, like, a thing?

No. No.

We met on this film-geek website.

Um, Rachel made these awesome videos
about the zombie apocalypse using Legos.

-[Emma laughs]
-Yeah.

She's wicked smart and funny,

but she hates the way she looks.

-Sounds like us in eighth grade.
-Yeah.

Yeah, but then you got pretty.

Okay, look, I didn't mean that
like I like you or anything.

I'm not a lesbian.

I get it. I mean, you're bi-curious.

If I was alone in a car
with Scarlett Johansson...

[both laugh]

I miss you, Em.

I miss you, too.

[Riley] Hey.

Uh, what can I get ya?

-Just a sparkling water.
-Okay.

Get that for you...

Was your picture in the paper last week?

Uh, yes. Yeah, my mom did that.

Clearly without asking.

I'm on the shortlist
for an internship with Elon Musk.

I love perfume.

Um...

I'm kidding.

[chuckling] SpaceX, right?
You really think he's going to Mars?

Uh...

Yeah. Yeah, I totally do.
And I really want to go with.

-Me, too!
-That's really cool that you know that.

I'm sorry to pull you away, Clark.
I didn't know who else to call.

Someone left this on my porch.

[Hudson] Is that a heart?

It's not human.
But, yes.

Why the hell would someone do this?

I think it's a warning...

because they know something about me.

[groans]

I've never told anyone.

It was a long time ago, way before we met.

What?

I'm Daisy.

I'm the girl Brandon James
was obsessed with.

Okay.

I was a minor, so my dad
kept my name out of the police reports.

And only my family called me Daisy.

What about Emma's dad?

You said that things ended badly
between you two.

Not this badly. No.

Kevin worked hard
to cope after the attack.

But his memories wouldn't go away,
so he went away.

-[Hudson sighs]
-Look, I don't even know where he is now.

I'll see if I can track him down.

There's something else.

Here.

I was the same age as Emma
the night of the murders.

I feel like it's happening again.

[boy] ♪ Daisy, Daisy ♪

♪ Give me your answer, do ♪

[music playing]

I'm just saying,

it's crazy that we were talking about
slasher movies in language arts,

and then Nina got slashed.

Well, technically, she was already dead
when we started that conversation,

so there's no direct correlation.

Dude, she's scared.
Let's not negate that.

I'm not scared. [scoffs]

Maybe we should be afraid.

Bunch of drunk teenagers at a party by
the lake where your homegrown killer died.

It's like a natural slasher setting.

So, Audrey, are you having fun tonight?

Um, yeah, I guess.

I just don't know why
I'm at the memorial for someone

who made my life miserable
since, like, fourth grade.

Yeah, Nina could be a first-class bitch.

But it's weird.
I keep on waiting for her to show up.

Yep. Drunk, manic, amped up to 11.

And always dragging us into her crazy.
Maybe it's better off she's gone.

Will, are you saying that
you're glad that she's dead?

No, [chuckles] I'm just saying
our lives will be a little more sane now.

Yours will certainly be less complicated.

-[scoffs]
-Em... [sighs]

Emma!

Emma!

-Em, where are you going?
-I can connect a few dots, okay, Will?

All the times that
your phone conveniently died.

All the Facebook flirting.

You slept with Nina.

What? No. [scoffs]

Look me in the eyes and say that again.

We were on a break. [sighs]

You said you wanted some time to think.

We were on a break for less than a month.

[inhales] You know what?

I'm gonna get a ride home
from somebody else.

Wait. Em...

Emma will get over it, you know?

It's not like Will's gonna
hook up with Nina again.

Wait, is your dad home?

Ugh, I told people
the garage was off-limits.

Be right back.

A party like this,

you're actually pretty safe from
your typical Jason or Michael Myers type.

Safe? But there's a lake.

Hormones, beer.

But we're together.

You know, slasher dude
isn't the Terminator,

shooting his way through 30 cops
in a police precinct. No.

He's a wolf,
waiting for one of us to wander off alone.

[car door chiming]

[Brooke] Hello?

Ugh.

Look, whoever's in here,
you need to get out right now.

-[keys jingle]
-[chiming stops]

[sighs]

[metal scraping]

Hello?

Hello?

-Hey, what are you doing?
-[Brooke gasping]

[stuttering] Someone's in there.

What?

-There's no one in here now.
-[Brooke] I--

Hey.

Are you okay?

It's okay, just breathe.

Yeah.

-Brooke.
-Yeah?

If you ever get between Emma and me
like that again, I will break you.

Ugh.

[slurring] Survival is simple
in a party like this.

You just don't wander off alone.

Mmm-hmm.

Good night.

Oh! Sorry.

No, no, you're...

You're okay. Come on in.

You look like you want to be alone.

For you, I'll make an exception.

[scoffs] Great.

[exhales]

You okay?

[scoffs]

I feel so stupid.

[chuckles softly]

I just-- I keep thinking that
people are good deep down.

Honest, whatever.

We're in high school.

You do know that, right?

What are you doing here?

-I'm avoiding Brooke.
-[chuckles]

Okay.

But what are you doing here in Lakewood?

Uh...

My mom and stepdad died
six weeks ago in a car accident.

So...

living with my real dad seems
marginally better than a state home.

I'm so sorry.

Guess we all got our problems.

But, hey,
you seem to have it all together.

-Perfect life.
-Yeah.

My perfect boyfriend
slept with the deceased.

Necrophilia's a problem.

[chuckles]

Wow.

You have a dark mind.

Oh, you... You have no idea.

[chuckles]

I, uh...

I should get back to my friends.

Do you even like them?

What? I mean...

Are you supposed to like your friends
in high school?

I hope so.

I could use one.

[yelling] Hello!

Guys, help!

Hello!

Okay. Yeah.

No big deal.

It's just the lake
where Brandon James died.

[water splashing]

[eerie whisper]

[water sloshing]

[gasping]

[gasping]

[sputtering]

[coughing]

-[Noah sputtering]
-[Kieran] Calm down. Calm down.

-I got you, man.
-[coughing]

[Jake laughing]

Hey, come here.

Just breathe, okay?

-Yo, kiss him, Emma. Breath of life.
-Jake, shut up.

He could have died!

Hey, he was the first one to pass out.
It's Wren Lake tradition.

What was that that grabbed me?

Nobody grabbed you, spaz.
We just dropped you off.

-[Emma] You were stuck on fishing line.
-It didn't feel like fishing line.

It felt like someone was pulling me down.

[Audrey] Noah? Noah?

-I'm okay. I'm okay.
-Oh, my God.

[Noah gasping]

Your friends are great, Emma.
Thank you for the invite. Come on.

[boy] Oh, party's over.

[eerie whisper]

[soft music playing on stereo]

So, uh...

I'll see you at school.

Seems likely.

Why is my dad at your house?

Sheriff Hudson's your dad?

Because this wasn't
awkward enough already.

[Audrey] Noah's still
coughing up lake water.

I never should've gone
to that stupid party.

No, you had to go.

It's like a one-night-only invite to hell.

Nobody wants to stay,
but we're all just a little curious.

Well, I would've asked if you
wanted to go, but...

Audrey,

I could have never walked into that party
after what happened.

You're so brave.

No, I'm really not.

I just don't care.

I mean, it sucks that the video
got out there, Rachel, but...

I don't regret it.

I just keep seeing all those comments.

I feel ugly.

Hey.

Smile,

because you are beautiful.

-[cell phone chimes]
-Stop.

[laughs] Don't.

-Stop.
-No.

Hey. Noah Foster, right?

Yeah. Uh, guilty.

[chuckling] Well, I mean,
not "guilty," but...

Yes?

I hear you have a particular interest
in Brandon James.

I have a lot of interests.

You mind stopping by the station
tomorrow morning before school,

answer a few questions?

Will do, Chief.

[Hudson] Okay.

[Audrey] Hey, what was that about?

Well, I'm guessing he's not convinced
that Tyler killed Nina.

He's gonna question everybody.
I'm sure he just figured,

"Why not start with the genius-IQ outcast
with the serial-killer fetish?" Duh!

He couldn't possibly think
that you killed Nina.

Why not?
I hated the way she treated you.

Hey.

So, you never told me how it ends.

Uh, how what ends?

The town's horror story.

Does Tyler really kill Nina,
or is Brandon James back?

-[Audrey clicks tongue]
-Um...

Well...

You know, you gotta remember
that the whodunit

may not be as important in our story.

-So, it's more of a "whydunit"?
-No.

I'm saying you need
to forget it's a horror story,

that someone might die at every turn.

You see, you have to care
if the smokin' hot Lit teacher

seems a little too interested
in his female students.

You have to care
if the team wins the big game.

You, uh...

You have to care if the smart, pretty girl
forgives the dumb jock.

-Sounds like Friday Night Lights.
-Exactly.

You root for them.
You love them.

So when they are brutally murdered...

it hurts.

[Emma] Hi.

What are you doing here?

-I couldn't sleep last night.
-Okay.

And what does that have to do with me?

It has to do with us.

What do you want from me, Em?

There's no "us" anymore.

Brooke may have let me into her party,

but I really don't think we're going
for mani-pedis anytime soon.

I'm not Brooke.

Give it time.

I was there.

At the parking lot.

You filmed me?

No. No, it wasn't me.
It was Nina, okay?

We were just messing around,
and Nina saw you guys parked,

and I didn't even realize
it was you until--

Whoa, whoa, wait.

So, this whole "let's be friends again"
thing is because you felt guilty?

You bitch.

[exhales]

[sniffling]

[cell phone ringing]

-Hello?
-[Killer] Hello, Emma.

Who is this?

A friend.

Sorry, I'm not in the mood.

-Why are you crying?
-What?

I hate to see you so sad.

Are you watching me?

It's what you want, right?
On Instagram and Facebook?

Perfect smiles, perfect lives.

But I know the truth.

Who the hell is this?

-I'm the one that's gonna lift the mask.
-[line disconnects]

[breathing deeply]

[Noah] I don't know, Riley.
You know, I think about this stuff.

You really want to know how it ends?

Let me tell you.

Everyone has secrets.

Everyone tells lies.

[sighs]

And everyone is fair game...

[rustling]

...until there's no one left.

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