Original subtitles

- Hello? - Hello.

- Yes? - Who is this?

- Who you trying to reach? - What number is this?

- What nu mber are you trying to reach? - I don't know

- Well, I think you have the wrong nu mber. - Do I?

It happens. Take it easy.

Hello?

I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number

- So why'd you dia I it again? - To apologize.

- You're forgiven. Bye now. - Wait, wait! Don't hang up.

- What? - I wanna talk to you for a second

They've got 900 n umbers for that. See ya.

- Hel lo? - Why don't you want to talk to me?

- Who is this? - You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.

I don't thin k so.

- What's that noise? - Popcorn.

- You're making popcorn ? - U h-h uh.

I only eat popcorn at the movies.

- Wel I, I'm getting ready to watch a video. - Really? What?

Oh, just some sca ry movie.

- You like scary movies? - U h-hu h.

- What's your favorite scary movie? - U h, I don't know.

You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?

U m, Halloween.

You know, the one with the guy in the white mask...

who walks arou nd and sta lks babysitters?

- Yeah. - What's you rs?

Guess.

U m, Nightmare on Elm Street.

Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers ?

- Yea h, Freddy Krueger. - Freddy that's right.

I liked that movie. It was scary.

Well, the first one was, but the rest sucked.

So, you got a boyfriend?

Why? You wa n na ask me out on a date?

- Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend? - M mm, no.

- You never told me your name. - Why do you want to know my name?

'Cause I want to know who I'm looking at.

What did you say?

I want to know who I'm talking to.

- That's not what you sa id. - What do you think I said?

What?

Hello?

Look, I gotta go.

Wait! I thought we were gonna go out.

U h, no. I don't thin k so.

Don't hang up on me!

Shit.

- Yes? - I told you not to hang up on me.

- What do you wa nt? - To talk.

Well, dial someone else, okay?

Listen, asshole!

No, you listen, you little bitch!

You hang up on me again, I'll gut you like a fish, understand?

Yeah.

Is this some kind ofjoke?

More of a game, really,

Can you handle that...

blondie?

Can you see me?

Listen, I am two seconds away from ca I ling the police.

They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere.

- What do you want? - To see what your insides look like.

Who's there? Who's there?

I'm ca lling the police.

You should never say, "Who's there?"

Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish.

You might as well just come out here to investigate a strange noise or something.

Look, you've had you r fun now...

so I think you betterjust leave or else.

Or else what?

Or else my boyfriend'll be here a ny second, and he'I I be pissed when he finds out.

I thought you didn't have a boyfriend

I lied! I do have a boyfriend, and he'll be here any second, so you r ass better be gone.

- Sure. - I swear.

He's big and he plays footba ll a nd he'll kick the shit out of you!

I'm getting scared. I'm shaking in my boots.

So you betterjust leave.

His name wouldn't be... Steve, would it?

How do you know his name?

Turn on the patio lights... again.

Oh, God!

- I wouldn't do that if I were you. - Where a re you? Where are you?

Guess.

Please don't h urt h im.

That all depends on you.

Why are you doing this?

- I wanna play a game. - No.

- Then he dies right now! - No! No!

Which is it? Which is it?

Wha- What kind of game?

Turn off the light. You'll see what kind of game.

Just do it!

Casey! No! No!

No! Casey!

Here's how we play,

I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.

- Please don't do this. - Come on. It'll be fun.

- Please. - It's an easy category.

- Please. - Movie trivia.

- I'll even give you a warm-up question. - Don't do this. I can't.

- Name the killer in Ha I loween. - No.

- Come on! - It's your favorite scary movie, remember?

- He had a white mask, he stalked the babysitters. - I don't know.

- Come on. Yes, you do. - No, please.

- What's his name? - I ca n't th in k.

Steve's counting on you.

M ichael. M ichael, M ichael-

Yes! Very good

- Now for the real question. - No!

- But you're doing so well. - We can't stop now

- Please stop! Leave us alone! - Then answer the question. Same category.

Oh, please stop.

Name the killer in Friday the 13th.

Jason! Jason! Jason!

I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer

No, it's not! No, it's not. It was Jason.

Afraid not. No way,

Listen, it was Jason. I saw that movie 20 goddamn times!

Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees, was the original killer

Jason didn't show up until the sequel.

I'm afraid that was a wrong answer

You tricked me.

Iucky for you, there's a bonus round

But poor Steve. I'm afraid he's out!

Hey, We're not finished yet.

Final question. Are you ready?

Please. Please leave me a lone.

Answer the question, and I will.

What door am I at?

What?

There are two main doors to your house- a front door and the patio doors.

If you answer correctly, you live.

Very simple.

Don't do this. I can't. I won't.

Your call.

Did you water over here today?

- It was just that water from the ra in. - They look great, don't they?

- Don't they smel I strong? - I told you. You could send it back.

Mom!

- Jesus! - What is it?

Casey.

Oh. Oh, G-

Casey? Casey?

Casey!

- Where is she? - Cal I the police.

Casey!

- Casey, you u pstairs? - Oh, my God. Casey, baby?

- Where is she? - She's here.

- Ma ma. - Oh, my God, I can hear her

- Mom. - Where is she?

Oh, my God! I can hea r her.

Hey!

Get in the car. Drive down to the MacKenzies'.

- No. No, not my daughter. - J ust go.

- Not my daughter. - Ca ll the police.

- It's just me. - Bil ly, what a re you doing here?

- Sorry. Don't hate me. - Oh, my God.

- You sleep in that? - Yes, I sleep in this.

My dad is in the other room. You can't be in here.

- I'I I just stay a sec. - No. You ca n't be-

Oh, no.

You gotta go. Go, go, go.

What's going on in there?

- Are you okay? - Can you knock?

- I heard screaming. - No, you didn't.

No?

Oh, wel I. I'm hitting the sack.

My flight leaves first thing in the morning.

Now, the expo ru ns a ll weekend, so I won't be back til I Sunday.

- There's cash on the table, and I'm staying at- - The H I lton.

- Out at the airport, so ca I I if- - If I need a nything. Yeah, I got it.

I cou ld have sworn I heard screaming.

Have a good trip, okay?

Sleep tight, sweetie.

Oh! Close ca ll.

Billy-

What a re you doing here?

It occurred to me that...

I've never snuck through your bed room window.

G reat. And now that it's out of your system-

I was home watching television. The, u h- The Exorcist was on.

Got me thinking of you.

It did?

Yeah.

It was edited for TV- a ll the good stuff was cut out-

a nd it got me thinking of us.

How two years ago we sta rted off hot and heayv-

nice solid R-rating on our way to an NC-17.

And how things have changed and...

lately we're just sort of edited for television.

So, you thought you wou ld climb in my window...

a nd we'd have a little raw footage?

No. No, I wouldn't dream of brea king your underwear ru le.

I just- I thought maybe we cou ld do a little on-top-of-the-clothes stuff.

Okay.

Yea h?

Yeah.

- H i. - Hey.

Okay. Okay, okay. Time is up, stud-bucket.

God, you see what you do to me?

You know what my dad wil I do to you?

Yeah.

- Well, I'm going. - Okay.

You know, I appreciate the roma ntic gestu re.

Hey. About the sex stuff-

I'm not trying to rush you at a ll.

I was on ly ha If serious.

Okay.

Hey, Bi lly.

Would you settle for a PG- 13 relationship?

What's that?

My God. You're just a tease.

There's blood fou nd? Al I right.

...are doing d rugs, that they a re high in the classrooms...

a nd that they are involved in the occu lt.

Occu lt?

The smal I town of Woodsboro, Ca lifornia, was devastated last night...

when two young teenagers were fou nd bruta lly murdered.

Authorities have yet to issue a statement...

but ou r sou rces tell us that no arrest has been made...

a nd the mu rderer could strike aga in.

- Do you believe this shit? - Tatu m!

- What is going on? - You don't know?

No.

Casey Becker a nd Steve Orth were kil led last night.

What? No way!

And we're not just ta lking killed. We're tal king splatter-movie killed.

Ripped open from end to end.

Casey Becker. She sits next to me in E nglish.

Not anymore.

It's so sad. Her mom a nd dad, they found her hanging from a tree...

her insides on the outside.

Oh, my God!

- Do they know who did it? - Fucking clueless.

I mean, they're interrogating the entire school- teachers, students, ja n itors.

- They think it's school-related? - They don't know.

Dewey was saying this is the worst crime they've seen in years...

even worse than-

Well, it's bad.

- Here you go, M rs. Tate. - Than k you, James.

Sid ney.

It wou ld a ppear to be your turn.

- Who's up next? - Sid ney Prescott.

She was da ughter of-

- Sid ney. How you feelin'? - Fine.

H I, Sidney.

Sheriff Burke, Dewey.

That's Deputy Riley today, Sid.

- How is everyth ing? - Good.

And your dad? How's he doin'?

We're fine. Thanks.

We're gonna keep this very brief, Sidney.

The police just want to ask you a few q uestions. You okay?

Sid ney, were you very close to Casey Becker?

Remember, your principal loves you, and I want you to be safe.

All students are encouraged to return to their homes promptly from school grounds.

A void strangers. Walk in twos and threes.

- What kind of questions did they ask you, Sid ney? - They asked if I knew Casey.

Yea h. They asked me that too.

- Hey, they ask if you like to hu nt? - Yeah, they did. They ask you?

H unt? Why would they ask you if you like to hu nt?

'Ca use their bod ies were gutted.

Thank you, Ra ndy.

They d id n't ask me if I like to h unt.

That's 'cause there's no way a girl cou ld've kil led 'em.

That is so sexist. The kil ler cou ld easi ly be female. Basic Instinct?

That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing.

Yea h. Casey a nd Steve were completely hollowed out.

And the fact is, it takes a ma n to do something like that.

Or a ma n's mentality.

How do you... gut someone?

You take a knife...

a nd you slit 'em from groin to sternum.

Hey. It's cal led tact, you fuck-rag.

Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?

Yea h, for like two seconds.

Before she d umped him for Steve.

I thought you dumped her for me.

I did. He's fu ll of sh it.

And a re the police aware that you dated the victim?

Hey, what are you saying? That I killed her?

It wou ld certa in ly improve your high school ""

- Stu was with me last night, okay? - Yeah, I was.

Was that before or after he sliced and diced?

Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?

Working, thank you.

At the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass.

Twice.

- I d id n't kill anybody. - Nobody said you did.

Thanks, buddy.

Besides, it ta kes a man to do something like that.

I'm gon na gut you r ass in a second, kid.

Tel I me something-

Did you rea I ly put her liver in the ma I lbox?

'Ca use I heard they found her liver in the ma I lbox next to her spleen and her pancreas.

Randy, you goon-fuck. I'm trying to eat here.

She's getting mad, a ll right?

You better liver a lone.

Iiver alone!

Ow! Liver. Liver. It was a joke.

- See you, Sidney. - I'll ta lk to you tomorrow, Sid.

So, you sure I can stay over? 'Ca use my dad won't be back till Su nday.

No problem. I'll pick you up after practice.

You okay?

U h-hu h. It's just, you know, the police a nd reporters a nd everything.

It's like déjå vu a ll over aga in.

I'll be there by 7.00. I promise.

- Thanks, Tatum. - Later

The bodies of 17-year-old Casey Becker and her 18-year-old boyfriend, Steven Orth...

were discovered late last night by the girl's parents-

The Woodsboro double murder case.

Authorities are baffied by the lack of clues and the savage-

The town's in shock, and no one can quite believe what has happened here...

although this is not the first time...

this small community of Woodsboro has endured such tragedy

Only a year ago, Maureen Prescott, wife and mother..

Was found raped and murdered not far from this peaceful town square.

Hello?

Practice ran late. I'm on my way, okay?

It's past 7:00.

Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't bite it till way after 10.e00.

Oh, that's comforting.

I'm gonna swing by the video store.

I was thinkin ' Tom Cruise in All The Right Moves.

You know, if you pause it just right, you can see his penis.

Whatever. Just h urry, okay?

Ta-ta, Sid

Tatu m, just get in the car-

Hello, Sidney,

H i. Who is this?

You tell me.

Well, I have no idea.

Scary night, isn't it?

With the murders and ali, it's like right out of a horror movie or something.

Randy, you gave yourself away.

Are you cal ling from work, 'ca use Tatum's on her way over.

Do you like scary movies, Sidney?

I like that thing you're doing with your voice, Ra ndy. It's sexy.

What's your favorite scary movie?

Oh, come on. You know I don't watch that sh it.

Why not? Too scared?

No. No. It's just, what's the point? They're a ll the same.

Some stupid killer sta lking some big-breasted girl who can't act...

who's always ru nning u p the stairs when she should be going out the front door.

It's insu lting.

Are you alone in the house?

Randy, that's so unoriginal. I'm disappointed in you.

Maybe that's because I'm not Randy

So who a re you?

The question isn't "Who am I?" The question is "Where am I?"

So, where are you?

Your front porch.

Why wou ld you be ca I ling from my front porch?

That's the original part.

Oh, yea h?

Well, I call your bluff.

- So where are you? - Right here.

- Can you see me right now? - Uh-huh.

U h-h uh. Okay.

What a m I doin'? H u h?

H uh? What am I doin'? Hello!

N ice try, Ra ndy.

Tel I Tatu m to hurry up, okay? Bye now.

If you hang up on me, you'll die Just like your mother!

Do you wanna die, Sidney? Your mother sure didn't.

Fuck you, you cretin!

No!

No!

Shit!

Billy! God!

Door's locked. I hea rd screa ming. You a ll right?

The kil ler's here. He's in the house.

He's in the house. He's gonna kil I me. He's gonna kil I me.

He's gone. He's gone.

It's al I right.

What?

Sid, what?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wa it, wait, Sidney, wait!

Wa it, wait, wait, wait! What's going on?

Sid ney, come back! Sidney!

Sorry! I found this.

Come on!

All right. Hold your hands together.

Do you wish to give up your right to remain silent?

I didn't do anything.

Do you wish to give u p your right to speak to an attorney...

a nd have them present during questioning?

Ask her. She'I I tel I you. Ask her.

- What do you got, Dewey? - I ca ught him, Sheriff.

- Wait! - Who is that?

- Billy Loomis. - Sheriff.

Sheriff, ca ll these guys off. I didn't do it.

Sheriff, wait. Wait, listen.

Cal I my dad. Please, ca I I h im.

He'I I tell you. Just ca I I h im.

Sid ney! Sid ney!

- How's she doing? - Sid's tougher than she looks.

Have to be, a ll the shit she's been through.

Sid!

Wel I, we're seein' a lot of you today.

You gonna be a ble to come down to the station a nd answer a few q uestions, Sid?

Oh, shit. Sidney!

God, Sid. I'm so sorry I was late. Are you all right?

Tatum, you ca n't be here. This is a n official crime scene.

It's okay.

Her dad's out of town, a ll right? She's staying with us tonight.

- Does Mom know? - Yes, doofus.

- Let's get you out of here. - She'll be okay.

- Than ks. - Come on, Sid.

You won't believe this.

- Right there. - Creepy, huh?

- Break this u p. - I'll be damned.

- What? - Jesus! The camera, hu rry!

My na me isn't Jesus.

Sid ney, is that you in there?

- Excuse me. - Is that Sidney Prescott they took away?

- I'm not tal king to you. - What happened to her?

None of your da mn business.

I hea rd something about a costu me. Is that true?

Can you tel I me anything?

Yea h, you're a rea I pain in the ass. Leave Sid a lone.

Where's she goin'?

- Look. Ken ny? - Yea h?

I know that you're about 50 pou nds overweight...

but when I say "hurry"...

please interpret that as "move your fat, tub-of-la rd ass now!"

Did you find him?

You su re it was the H ilton?

At the airport.

He's not registered there.

Could he have stayed somewhere else?

I don't know. I guess.

Don't worry, Sid. We'I I find h im.

Dewey, they got that mask in.

I'll be right back.

Let me ask you this.

What are you doing with a cellular telephone, son?

Everybody's got one, Sheriff.

I didn't make those ca lls, I swear.

Why don't you check the phone bi ll, for Christ's sake?

Cal I Vita I Phone Comp. They got the records of every number dia led.

Thanks, Hank. We're on top of it.

What were you doing over at Sid ney's house tonight?

I wanted to see her. That's a ll.

And last night? Sid ney said you crawled through her window last night too.

You went out last night?

I was watching TV. I got bored. I decided to go for a ride.

Did you happen to ride by Casey Becker's house?

No. No, I did n't.

Sheriff, I didn't kil I a nybody...

We're gonna have to hold you, son, ti ll we get those phone records.

This is crazy.

You know that? I didn't do it.

Camera Two? Okay.

Are there any more doughn uts in there?

- Move it, Kenny. - They're not lettin' anybody in.

I'm not just a nyone.

More like a bitch goddess.

- Ken ny, are we on? - Yea h, go.

H i. Ga le Weathers reporting live from the Woodsboro police station...

where we hope to get a glimpse of Sid ney Prescott.

Hey. Watch it, lady.

Hey, watch the hand! You know who you're dealing with here?

Tel I 'em. Come on, Dad. Tel I 'em!

- Just wait for the lawyer, Bi lly. - Sid ney!

- Sid ney, come on. You know me. - Come on, come on.

- Sid ney, look at me! - Don't give us any trou ble.

Come on!

Sid.

We're gonna get you out of here, okay? You okay?

They sel I this costume at every five-and-d ime in the state.

There's no way to track the purchase.

What a bout that cellu lar phone bil I?

We're pu lling Loomis's accou nt. We won't know anything u ntil the morning.

Oh, come on!

You think he did it?

Twenty years ago, I wou ld've said, "Not a chance."

But these kids today-

Da mned if I know.

- Hey, Dewey, can we go now? - Hold on a second.

Goddamn it, Dewey!

What did Mama tell you? When I wear this badge, you treat me like a ma n of the law.

I'm sorry, Deputy Dewey-boy, but we're ready to go. Now, okay?

Whoa.

Take 'em out the back way. Avoid that circus out there.

- Come on. - Don't touch me!

- He's my superior! - Ja nitors are you r superior.

Let's get back to work!

Isn't there a back way out of this building?

Yea h. Down that a lley, I think.

You guys stay here. I'm gonna get the car.

Don't move. Don't make a sou nd.

There she is. Sid ney!

H i. Some night. What happened? Are you a ll right?

She's not answering any q uestions, all right? Just leave us alone.

No. No, Tatum, it's okay. She's just doin' herjob, right, Ga le?

- Yes, that's right. - So, how's the book?

Wel I, it'll be out later this year.

Oh. I'll look for it.

I'll send you a copy.

Jeez.

- N ice shot. - Bitch.

- No, I mean, camera shot. - Where'd you learn to punch like that?

God, I loved it. "I'll send you a copy."

Bam! Bitch went down.

"I'll send you a copy." Bam! Sid, superbitch!

You a re so cool.

Thought you might want some ice for that right hook.

Thanks.

I'I I be right next door. Try to get some sleep.

Yea h, yeah.

Do you real ly think Bi lly did it?

He was there, Tatum.

He was destined to have a flaw. I knew he was too perfect.

- Telephone, honey. - Who is it?

- It's for Sid. - My dad?

- I don't think so. - Take a message.

No. I'I I get it.

How's she doin'?

Hello?

Hello, Sidney,

No!

Poor Billy boyfriend.

An innocent guy doesn't stand a chance with you.

Leave me alone!

- Looks like you fingered the wrong guy... again! - Dewey!

Who are you?

- Dewey! - Ha ng u p, Sid.

Don't worry. You'll find out soon enough.

- I promise. - Dewey!

What?

- "What?" - What?

Hello?

Sidney Prescott, who escaped a vicious attack last night...

is the daughter of Maureen Prescott, who was brutally killed last year..

When convicted murderer Cotton Weary broke into their home...

and savagely raped and tortured the deceased

Cotton Weary is currently awaiting appeal for the death sentence handed down...

after the young Sidney testified against him.

She was the key witness in the state's case against the-

It's never gon na stop, is it?

Billy was released.

H is cellu lar bill was clean. He did n't make those ca lls.

We're checkin' every cellu lar accou nt in the cou nty.

Any cal ls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced.

It's gon na take some time, but we'll find him.

You okay?

Don't worry, Sid. It's school. You'll be safe here.

So how does it feel to be almost bruta lly butchered?

Hey, now leave her a lone.

People want to know! They have a right to know!

- Leave her a lone. - How does it feel?

She just wa nts to get an education. Turn that thing off.

What?

Just a sec.

Stop right there.

I'm not here to fight. I just need to talk.

Kenny, camera, now!

- Off the record. No cameras. - Forget it.

Please? You owe me.

- I owe you shit. - You owe my mother!

You r mother's mu rder was last yea r's hottest court case.

Somebody was gon na write a book about it.

Right, and it had to be you with a ll you r lies and bu llshit theories.

What is you r problem? You got what you wa nted.

Cotton Weary's in ja I I. They're gonna gas him.

A book is not gonna change that.

Do you stil I thin k he's in nocent?

You r testimony put him away. It doesn't rea lly matter what I think.

During the tria I, you did a ll those stories about me. You cal led me a lia r.

I think you falsely identified him, yes.

- Have you ta lked to Cotton? - Many times.

And has his story changed?

Not one word.

He ad mits to having sex with your mother, but that's a ll.

He's lying. She never would have touched h im.

He raped her, a nd then... he butchered her.

Her blood was a ll over his coat.

He was d run k that night.

He left his coat at your house after your mother sed uced him.

I saw him leave wearing it.

No, you saw someone leave wearing that coat.

The sa me someone who pla nted it in Cotton's car, framing him.

No. Cotton mu rdered my mother.

You're not so sure anymore, a re you?

N ice welt, sweetie.

Let's go, Sid.

- The kil ler's stil I on the loose, isn't he? - Come on, Sid.

Those murders a re related.

- I'm sorry I mangled your face. - Wait. Sidney, don't go!

Just stop, a ll right?

Jesus Ch rist!

An innocent man on death row, a kil ler still on the loose.

Ken ny, tell me I'm dreaming.

- You wan na go live? - No, no. Not so fast.

We don't have a nything concrete.

This is huge. You ca n't just sit on it.

I know! That's why we need proof.

If I'm right about this, I could save a ma n's life.

Do you know what that cou ld do for my book sa les?

This is a mistake. I shou ld n't be here.

I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?

All right.

Hey, hey.

I haven't seen Billy around. Is he rea lly pissed?

You mean after you branded him the Candyman? No, h is hea rt's broken.

- Ow! - Stu!

Why are they doing this?

Are you kidd ing me? Look at this place. It's like Christmas.

- Stupidity leak. - Ow. Easy.

Sid ney!

- Oh! Ow! - Jesus! Shit!

It's just me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You stil I think it's me.

No. No, I don't. It's just-

Somebody was there.

- Bil ly, someone tried to kil I me. - I know, I know.

The cops said I scared h im away.

It wasn't me, Sid.

I know. He ca lled me again last night at Tatum's house.

You see? Cou ldn't have been me.

I was in jail. Remember?

I'm so... sorry. Please u ndersta nd.

U nderstand what?

That I have a girlfriend who would rather accuse me of being a psychopathic ki ller...

than touch me?

- You know that's not true. - Then what is it?

What... is it?

Bil ly, I was attacked a nd nea rly filleted last night!

I mea n between us.

You haven't been the same since-

since you r mother d ied.

Is your brain leaking? My mom was ki lled. I ca n't believe you're bringing this up!

- I know. It's been a year. - Tomorrow! One year tomorrow.

I know. I think it's time you got over that.

I mean, when my mom left my dad, I accepted it. It's the way it is.

She's not comin' back.

- Your parents split u p. - This is not the same thing.

You r mom left town. She's not lying in a coffin somewhere.

Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry.

It's a bad analogy.

But it's just that...

I want my girlfriend back.

- Sid! - Billy.

I am sorry if my tra umatized life...

is a n inconvenience to you a nd your perfect existence.

What? What- Nobody sa id that. Sid!

Stu pid!

You make me so sick!

Your entire havoc-ind ucing, thieving, whoring generation disgusts me!

So, two of your fel low students just savagely mu rdered...

and this is the way you show your compassion a nd sensitivity, hu h?

Let me tell you something.

You're both expelled! Get out!

Come on, M r. H imbry!

- It was just a joke! - That's not fair!

You're absolutely right. It is not fair.

Fairness wou ld be to rip you r insides out, ha ng you from a tree...

so we can expose you for the heartless, desensitized little shits that you are.

She was never attacked. I think she made it al I up.

- Why wou ld she lie about it? - For attention!

The girl has some serious issues.

And what if she did it?

What if Sidney kil led Casey a nd Steve?

And why wou ld she do that?

Maybe she had the hots for Steve a nd kil led them both in a jea lous rage.

What wou ld Sidney want with Steve? She has her own bubble-butt boyfriend, Bi lly.

Maybe she's a slut, just like her mother.

You're evil.

Please. it's a common fact. Her mother was a tra mp.

Cut some slack. She watched her mom get butchered.

And it fucked her up roya lly. Thin k a bout it.

Her mother's death leaves her distu rbed a nd hostile in a cruel a nd in humane world.

She's del usional. "Where's God?" Et cetera. Completely suicida I.

One day she snaps. She wa nts to ki ll herself...

but she rea lizes that teen suicide is out this year...

a nd homicide is a much hea lthier thera peutic expression.

- Where do you get this shit? - Ricki La ke.

You a re pathetic!

Pathetic.

Sid ney.

Is someone there?

In what appears to be a prank...

several students were seen wearing scary masks.

School officials have yet to comment...

but this is known to be the same costu me worn by the ki ller.

Seventeen-yea r-old Casey Becker and her boyfriend, Steven Orth...

have al ready lost their lives.

Who's next? You ca n litera I ly feel the fea r on this campus.

H I! Ga le Weathers, field correspondent, Top Story.

I know who you are, M iss Weathers. How's the eye?

It's prod uctive. Is there a problem on campus?

No, everything's under control.

Wel I, of course. You're here.

You're not su pposed to be here.

I know. I shou ld be in New York covering the Sha ron Stone sta lker, but who knew?

You look awfu lly young to be a police officer.

I'm 25 years old.

You know, in a demogra phic study...

I proved to be most popu la r amongst ma les 11 to 24.

G uess I just missed you.

Course, you don't look a day over 12.

Except in that u pper torso a rea.

Does the force req uire you to work out?

No, ma'am.

'Ca use of my boyish good looks...

muscle mass has increased my accepta nce as a serious police officer.

I need your attention now, kids.

Due to the recent events that have occurred...

eective immediately, all classes are suspended until further notice.

The Woodsboro police department has issued a citide cuew..

Beginning at 9..00 tonight.

Looks like we've got a seria I kil ler on ou r ha nds.

Serial ki ller's not rea lly accurate.

Gotta knock off a cou ple more to get that title.

Wel I, we can hope, can't we?

I mean, we certa in ly don't have any leads.

Have you located Sidney's father yet?

No, not yet.

He's not a suspect, is he?

We haven't ruled him out as a... possibility.

Ifyou'll excuse me.

I'm sorry. Am I keeping you?

If I may say so, M iss Weathers...

you a re much prettier in person.

So you do watch the show.

I'm 25. I was 24 for a whole year.

Please, ca ll me Ga le.

It was just some sick fuck having a laugh, Sid ney.

No. It was him, Tatum. I know it.

Wel I, you're not to be a lone anymore, right? If you pee, I pee. Is that clear?

Cizzool cuz scizzool is izzout.

I don't know what you did, Sidney...

But on beha If of the entire student body we al I say, "Tha n k you!"

Drop it, Stu.

I say, impromptu pa rty tonight, my house.

Celebrate this little siesta. What do you say?

Are you serious?

If this little vixen doesn't invite the entire world, we'I I be fine.

I ntimate gathering, intimate friends.

What do you say, Sid? I mean, pathos cou ld have its perks.

Tota I ly protect you. Yo, I am so buff.

- I got you covered, girl. - I don't know.

I mea n, come on, Sid. For me? It could be fun.

Okay. Whatever.

Yea h? N ice.

Cool. You guys bring food, a ll right?

Yes?

Hello?

Da mn it.

Da mn little sh its.

What'd you cal I me? H u h?

- Not you, Fred. - You little prick.

What if Cotton Wea ry is telling the truth?

Maybe he was having a n affair with you r mom.

I mean, your dad was a lways out of town on business. Maybe-

Maybe you r mom was just a very un ha ppy woman.

If they were having an affair, how come Cotton couldn't prove it in court?

Well, you can't prove a rumor. That's why it's a rumor.

Right. Created by that little tabloid twit, Gale Weathers.

It goes further back, Sid.

There's been ta lk about other men.

And you believe it.

Well-

I mean, you can only hear that Richa rd Gere gerbil story so ma ny times...

before you have to start believing it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You know, if I was wrong a bout Cotton Weary...

then the kil ler's sti ll out there.

Don't go there, Sid.

You're starting to sound like some Wes Carpenter flick or something.

Don't freak you rself out, okay? We've got a long night ahead of us.

Okay?

Let's boogie.

- It's alive! - Henry. in the name of God

In the name of God! Now I know-

- Watch it, jerk. - I'm sorry.

Dork.

Jesus, this place is packed tonight, man.

We had a run in the mass murder section.

- Comin' to my fiesta? - Yea h, I'm off early. Cu rfew, you know.

Cool.

What's that werewolf movie with E.T.'s mom in it?

- The Howling. Horror. Straight ahead. - Okay, thanks.

- Oh, now that's in poor taste. - What?

If you were the on ly suspect in a senseless bloodbath...

wou ld you be sta nding in the horror section?

What? It was just a misu ndersta nding. He didn't do anything.

You're such a little la pdog.

He's got "kil ler" printed a ll over his forehead.

Okay! Rea I ly?

Why'd the cops let him go, smart guy?

Beca use obviously they don't watch enough movies.

This is standa rd horror movie stuff.

Prom Night revisited, man.

Yea h? Why wou ld he want to kill his own girlfriend?

There's a lways some stupid, bul lshit reason to kill your girlfriend.

That's the bea uty of it a ll: simplicity.

Besides, if it gets too complicated, you lose you r target audience.

Wel I, what's his reason?

Maybe Sid ney wouldn't have sex with h im.

What, is she savin' herself for you?

Maybe. Now that Bil ly tried to mutilate her, do you think Sid wou ld go out with me?

No, I don't at a ll. No.

You know who I thin k it is?

Yo, I th in k it's her father.

Why ca n't they find her pops, ma n?

Because he's probably dead.

H is body will come poppin' u p in the last reel somewhere!

Eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeth knocked out!

- The police a re a lways off-track with this sh it. - Man!

If they'd watch Prom Night, they'd save time.

There's a formu la to it. A very simple formu la! Everybody's a suspect!

I'm telling you. The dad's a red herring. It's Bi lly.

How do we knowyou're not the killer? H u h?

H I, Billy.

Maybe your movie-freaked mind lost its reality button. You ever think of that?

You're absolutely right. I'm the first to admit it.

If this were a sca ry movie, I'd be the prime suspect.

- That's right. - And what wou ld be you r motive?

It's the millennium.

Motives are incidental.

M illennium.

M I llenniu m. I like that.

That's good. It's the millennium.

Good kid.

"M illennium." Good word, my man.

You're telling me that's not a ki ller.

Sure is q uiet.

God, look at this place. It's The Town That Dreaded Sundown.

Yea h, I saw that movie. It's about a kil ler in Texas, hu h?

Hey, if they ma ke a movie a bout you, who's gon na play you?

I shudder to think.

I see you as a young Meg Ryan myself.

Than ks, Dewey. With my luck, they'd cast Tori Spel ling.

I'm just gonna be a few minutes.

You girls don't go too far.

Is Billy gonna be there tonight?

He'd better not be. I told Stu to keep h is mouth sh ut.

I thin k we can live without the endorphin rush for one night.

Billy's right, you know. Whenever he touches me, I just can't relax.

So you have a few intimacy issues as a resu it of your mother's u ntimely death.

That's no big deal, Sid. You'll thaw out.

Yea h, but he has been so patient with me- you know, with a ll the sex stuff.

How many guys wou ld put u p with a girlfriend who's sexually a norexic?

Bil ly and h is penis don't deserve you, a ll right?

- Dewey, where the hell you been? - I was keepin' an eye on Sidney.

Thought you quit.

I did. But da mn it-

Dewey, Vita I Phone just faxed us.

Those ca lls are listed to Neil Prescott, Sidney's father.

He made the ca lls with a cellu lar phone. It's been confirmed.

There's no way his cel lu la r cou ld've been cloned?

There's more. G uess what tomorrow is.

The a nniversary of his wife's death.

We'll keep the roadblocks and the curfew in effect th rough the n ight.

If he's not picked up by morning, then we'll do a house-to-house.

Where's Sidney?

She's with my sister. You want me to bring her in?

Nah. Not just yet.

Let's find Neil first, ma ke sure he's our man.

You stay close to Sidney.

Don't let her out of your sight.

Yes, sir.

All right. You girls have fun.

Not too much fu n, or I'll bust you.

- Bye. - Bye, Sid.

Caterer's here.

That's mature.

You guys were tardy for the party, so we sta rted without you.

My ma n!

Were we spotted?

I don't thin k so. Now get the camera.

I'm sorry. I didn't mea n to scare you.

Deputy, that's okay.

What brings you to these parts?

Well, you just never know when or where a story wil I break.

Not much of a story here. Just a bunch of kids cuttin' it loose.

Then what are you doing here?

Just keepin' a n eye on things.

I'm gon na check the pa rty out.

Do you mind if I join you?

Not at a ll.

All right. Let me just get my coat.

- All right. - Yea h, I'm fine.

Yeah.

How ma ny Evil Deads?

Yea h!

- How many Hellraisers? - Hellraiser right here.

The Fog, Terror Train, Prom Night.

How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in a ll of these movies?

She's the... scream queen.

With a set of lungs like that, she shou ld be.

- Yeah. - Tits. See?

I'll get it.

Hey, Tate, gra b a nother beer, would you?

There's beer in the garage.

What a m I, the beer wench?

- And she was nominated. - Oh, yea h?

She was nominated for Terror Train.

You a re not gon na believe who's here! It's that chick from Top Story.

- Ga le Weathers? - Here. Yea h.

Shit!

You're underage, son.

I'm kiddin'. Have a good time, Watch your driving.

- Dewey? - H i.

Dewey?

- What is she doing here? - She's with me.

- I'm just checkin' things out. - So you did.

Now leave, and take your media muff with you.

- I just think you're awesome. - Oh, thank you very much.

- I watch you r show religiously. - That's great.

- Hey. - Hey.

I need a camera.

- Did they find my father? - I'm afraid not.

- Should I be worried? - Not yet.

That's the one I want- Halloween.

Jesus!

Tatu m, it's okay.

Shit.

Hey, shitheads!

Hello!

Shit. Piss.

Is that you, Randy?

Cute.

And what movie is th is from? I Spit On Your Garage?

Lose the outfit. If Sid ney sees it, she'll flip.

Oh, you wan na play psycho kil ler?

Can I be the helpless victim?

Okay, let's see-

No, please don't kil I me, M r. G host Face.

I wanna be in the sequel!

Cut, Casper. That's a wrap.

What the hell are you doing?

Stop!

Fucker!

No!

- Ha ppy cu rfew. - N ice party, Stu.

- Tatum, come on! - Nobody here but us chickens!

- Do you know where she is? - No, I haven't seen her.

Billy. Hey.

Bil ly. What are you doin' here?

I was hoping I cou ld talk to Sid a lone.

You know, if Tatum sees you here, she'I I draw blood.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you guys go up to my parents' room?

You know, you guys ca n ta lk...

whatever.

Subtlety, Stu. You shou ld look it up.

No, it's okay. We do need to ta lk.

Ow.

What's Leatherface doin' here?

Cute. He ca me to ma ke up.

There goes my chance with Sid. Damn it!

As if.

That's a ll I'm sayin'. As if.

Oh, real ly, Alicia?

"As if."

I'm gon na go check on them.

Come on!

Okay, everyone. It was nice to meet all of you.

- Thank you. - Stick around.

You're a genius.

- Oh, shit. - What?

- I got a delay. - How long is it?

I don't know. What'd it take you to wa lk from the house, 30 seconds?

- It'I I be fine. Just record it. - All right.

The placement is perfect.

Tel I me, Kenneth-

Has a cheesy ta bloid journalist ever won the Pu litzer?

First time for everything.

You're da mn right.

So-

So-

I'm sorry.

I've been selfish, and I want to a pologize.

No, Billy, I'm...

the one who's been selfish and self-a bsorbed...

with a ll th is post-tra umatic stress.

- You lost you r mom. - Yea h, I know, but you're right.

E nough is enough.

I can't wa llow in the grief process forever, a nd-

and I ca n't...

keep lying to myself about who my mom was.

Yea h, I th in k I'm rea lly...

scared...

that I'm gonna turn out just like her, you know?

Like The Bad Seed or somethin'.

And I know it doesn't make sense.

Yea h, it does.

It's like Jodie Foster in Silence of the Iambs...

when she keeps having flashbacks of her dead father.

But this is life.

This isn't a movie.

Sure it is, Sid.

It's a ll- It's al I a movie.

It's a I I...

one great big movie.

On ly you can't pick you r genre.

Why can't I be a Meg Ryan movie?

Or even a good porno.

What?

You hea rd me.

Are you su re?

Yeah.

I think so.

Look, look, look. Here it comes.

The blood is a ll wrong! Why do they do that? It's too red!

Wa it. Here comes another.

Yes! Yes!

Predictable. I knew he was gonna bite it.

How ca n you watch this shit over a nd over?

When do we see breasts? I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts.

- When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts? - Breasts?

Not unti I Trading Places in '83.

Ja mie Lee was always the virgin in horror movies.

She never showed her tits ti ll she went legits.

- Cou ld afford a decent pair. - What'd you say?

That's why she always outsmarted the kil ler in the big chase scene at the end.

Only virgins can do that. Don't you know the ru les?

- What rules? - You don't-

Jesus Ch rist. You don't know the ru les?

Have an a neurysm, why don't you?

There are certain ru les that one must a bide by...

in order to successfu lly survive a horror movie.

For instance, n umber one: You can never have sex.

Big no-no! Big no-no!

I'm a dead man.

Sex eq uals death. Okay?

N umber two: You can never d rink or do drugs.

No, the sin factor.

It's a sin. It's an extension of number one.

And nu mber th ree: Never, ever, ever, under a ny circumstances...

say "I'I I be right back," 'ca use you won't be back.

- I'm gettin' another beer. You want one? - Yeah, su re.

I'll be right back!

You see? You push the laws and you end up dead.

Okay? I'I I see you in the kitchen with a knife.

Only virgins can outsmart the killer in the big chase scene at the end.

- Don't you know the rules? - What rules?

You don't know the rules?

There are certain rules that one must abide by-

Boring.

The sheriffjust radioed.

Somebody reported a car in the bushes down the road. I'm gonna go check it out.

- Would you care to join me? - I'd love to.

If you're sure it's a I I right.

Ma'a m, I'm the deputy of this town.

Be right back.

You see ? You push the laws and you end up dead.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I thought maybe we'd wa lk.

It's such a nice night out. I got a flash light.

You're not sca red, a re you?

No.

- All right. - Great.

- Do you know what that constellation is? - No. What is it?

I don't know. That's why I was askin' you.

- So what ha ppened to Tatum, Stu? - She probably got pissed at me a nd bailed.

- Bye. - Bye.

No, I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding.

Hey.

Look! Here comes the obligatory tit shot!

Yes! Whoa!

Lovely! Beautifu I!

- Oh, my God. - I'll leave you guys a lone.

You are so...

amazing.

Hello? Yea h?

Holy sh it.

Listen up.

They found Principa I H imbry dead.

He was gutted and hung from the goa lpost on the footba ll field.

So what are we waiting for?

Let's go over there before they pry him down!

Hey.

- To arms! To arms! - Hey.

- Where you guys- - Where did he say he was?

- At the footbal I field! - Come on!

Where you guys goin'?

We were just gettin' to the good pa rt.

Hello? Yeah?

Where you guys-

H i-ho, Silver! Let's go!

So is Dewey you r real name?

No, it's Dwight.

Dwight?

- I'm sorry. - No, that's al I right.

Dewey's just somethin' I got stuck with a long time ago.

Well, I like it.

It's sexy.

Sexy?

Ah, it's just th is town's way of not ta kin' me serious.

What a bout Ga le Weathers?

Sou nds like I'm a meteorologist or something.

People treat me like I'm the Antich rist of television journa lism.

I don't thin k you're that bad.

- No? - No.

I think that's just 'ca use you kinda like me.

They su re a re comin' fast. Slow down!

Freeze! J ump!

I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm sorry. I'm on d uty.

Is that what you're looking for?

My whole life.

- Da mn! - What?

- What is it? - This is Neil Prescott's car.

- Sid ney's father? - Yea h.

Jesus. What's he doing here?

We gotta get back.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yea h, I'm fine.

Who'd you call?

What?

I don't know-

When you're arrested, you're allowed one phone ca ll.

So I was just curious- who'd you cal I?

Cal led my dad.

No. Sheriff Bu rke ca lled you r dad. I saw h im.

Yea h, but when I cal led I didn't get an a nswer.

You don't sti ll think it was me, do you?

No.

No. I was just th in king if it were you...

it'd be a very clever way to throw me off track.

You know, using your one phone ca I I to ca ll me so I wou ld n't thin k it was you.

That's a ll.

Real ly?

What do I have to do to prove to you that I'm not a kil ler?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Billy, watch out!

Sid.

Shit!

Help me, somebody! Help me!

Help me!

No, Jamie. Watch out.

Watch out, Jamie. You know he's arou nd.

You- You know-

Look, there he is. I told you.

I told you he was right a round the corner.

Ja mie. Jamie.

Ja mie, look beh ind you. Look behind you.

Tu rn a round. Behind you.

Oh, tu rn- Behind you!

Behind, Jamie.

Ja mie, turn around.

Oh, God! Yeah.

Help me! Help!

Help me! Help!

Let me in!

The kil ler's coming after me! He's in the house!

Where? Wa it.

- There's a camera in the house. Look. - Behind you!

- Oh, God. No. - Oh, shit.

Jamie. Jamie.

- Behind you, kid! - Ra ndy!

- Behind you! - look around!

- Shit. - What?

- We're on 30-second delay. - Oh, my God

The... door.

- Is there a phone in the va n? - Yeah.

Lock you rself in it. Cal I the sheriff for backup.

Be carefu I!

Neil?

M r. Prescott?

Shit!

Ken ny, I need the cel lu la r!

Ken ny!

Ken ny!

- 9-1 - 1 . - What's going on?

Oh, God!

Oh, God. Kenny, I'm sorry, but get off my fucking windsh ield!

Stop!

Oh, God!

Dewey!

Dewey, where are you?

Dewey!

Sid ney?

Dewey!

Shit!

7825, suspect at 105 North A venue 52.

Hel lo. Help me, please. I'm at Stu Marker's house on Tu rner La ne.

It's 261 Turner La ne.

Please. He's gonna try and kil I me.

Sid ney!

Sid ney! Jesus, we've gotta get the fuck out of here!

Stop right there!

Don't shoot. It's me! I fou nd Tatum. She's dead!

- I think Stu did it. - Don't listen to him, Sidney!

- Stay back! - Stu did it.

- He ki lled Billy. He killed my Tatum. - You did it!

- He kil led my Tatum! - No, I didn't!

You lie! Sid ney, ba by. Please, give me that go n!

Give me that go n! Christ, ma n!

No, I didn't. No, I d id n't! Sid, he did it! He d id it, Sid ney!

Please, I didn't do it. He did it. Please!

- Please, Sidney. Oh! - Fuck you both!

- Please! - No! No! Sid ney!

Open u p!

Help me! He's going crazy!

- Sidney! - Go away!

Sid ney?

Leave me a lone.

- Sid. - Billy.

Are you okay?

- I'm okay. - I thought you were dead.

No. Bleeding like a stuck pig, but I'm a ll right.

Get up.

- I'm okay. - You're bleeding.

- Oh, my God. - We've gotta get help.

No, he's out there!

No, give me the go n. G ive me the go n. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Ca reful.

- Please help me! - Whoa, whoa. Come here, come here!

Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!

We all go a little mad sometimes.

- No, Billy! - Oh, fuck!

Anthony Perkins, Psycho.

Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in Carrie.

No.

Stu.

Help me, please.

Surprise, Sidney.

No!

Oh, now. Whoa.

What's the matter, Sid ney? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Why are you doing this?

It's all part of the game, Sidney.

- It's ca lled "G uess How I'm Gonna Die." - Fuck you!

No, no, no, no, no.

We already played that game, remember?

You lost.

It's a fu n ga me, Sidney.

See, we ask you a q uestion, and if you get it wrong...

bookah- you die!

You get it right, you die.

You're crazy, both of you.

Actua lly, we prefer the term "psychotic."

You'll never get away with this.

Oh, no?

Tel I that to Cotton Wea ry.

You wouldn't believe how easy he was to fra me.

Watch a few movies, ta ke a few notes.

It was fun.

No!

- Whoa! - Where you goin'?

Why?

Why'd id you kill my mother?

Why? Why?

You hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive.

I don't rea lly believe in motive, Sid.

Did Norman Bates have a motive?

No.

Did they ever real ly decide why Han niba I Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so!

See, it's a lot sca rier when there's no motive, Sid.

We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...

who flashed her sh it al I over town like she was Sha ron Stone.

Yea h, we put her out of her misery, 'ca use let's face it, Sidney...

your mother was no Sharon Stone, hu h?

Is that motive enough for you?

Wel I, how 'bout this?

Your slut mother was fucking my father...

and she's the reason my mom moved out a nd a bandoned me.

How's that for a motive?

Maternal abandon ment causes serious deviant behavior.

Certain ly fucked you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.

That's right. You gave it up.

Now you're no longer a virgin.

I said "virgin." Whoops!

Now you gotta die. Those are the ru les.

Just pretend it's all a sca ry movie, Sid. How do you think it's gon na end?

This is the greatest part! You're gon na love this.

We got a surprise for you, Sidney.

Yea h, you're gonna love this one. It's a scream, baby!

Hold on a sec. I'I I be right back.

You know what time it is, Sid?

It's after mid night.

It's you r mom's a nniversa ry. Congratu lations.

We killed her exactly one yea r ago today.

Attention!

What do we have beh ind door n umber three, Sid ney?

- Daddy! - Whoa, hold it.

That's enough.

G uess we won't be needing this anymore.

And look at this. Ring, ring. Won't need this.

Got the ending figured out yet, Sid?

Come on, Sid ney. You think about it now, hu h?

Your daddy's the chief suspect. We cloned his cel lu la r.

Evidence is a I I right there, baby!

What ifyour father snapped? Your mother's anniversary set him off...

a nd he went on a murder spree, killing everyone.

Except for Billy and me. We were left for dead.

Then he... kills you...

a nd shoots himself in the head.

- Perfect ending. - I thought of that.

Watch this.

- Ready? - Yea h.

Yea h! I'm ready, baby!

H it it! Get up! Yeah, babe, get u p! H it it!

Good one, ma n. Jesus.

Oh, shit. My tu rn.

Don't forget. Stay to the side and don't go too deep.

Okay. I'll remember.

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Goddamn it, Stu!

Sorry, Bi lly. I guess I got a little too zealous, hu h?

- G ive me the knife. - No.

Give me the knife!

Now!

You see, Sid, everybody dies but us. Everybody dies but us.

We get to carry on a nd pla n the seq uel...

'cause let's face it, baby, these days you gotta have a sequel!

You sick fucks. You've seen one too many movies.

Now, Sid, don't you bla me the movies.

Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!

Stop it, Bil ly, would you? All right?

I can't take a nymore. I'm feeling a little woozy here!

All right. All right, you get the gun.

And I'll untie Pops, okay?

Now!

Okay.

Houston, we have a problem here.

- What? - The gun, ma n. The gun.

I put it right there, a nd it's not there.

Where the fuck is it?

Right here, asshole.

Excuse me. I thought she was dead.

She looked dead, man. Still does.

I've got an ending for you.

The reporter left for dead in the news van...

comes to...

stumbles on you two d ipshits...

finds the gun...

foils your plan and saves the day.

I like that ending.

I know something you don't.

Fuck. No!

Yea h, man.

Yea h. Aw, so sweet.

Works better without the safety on.

This is Ga le Weathers, signing off.

Baby, you're gon na love this!

Shit.

What?

Where a re they? Where a re they?

I don't know, but I'm hurtin', man.

Fuck!

Should I let the mach ine get it?

- Hel lo? - Are you alone in the house?

Bitch! You bitch! Where the fuck a re you?

Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called-

"Guess who just called the police and reported your sorry mothecking ass."

Find her, you dipshit! Get u p!

I can't, Billy. You cut me too deep.

I think I'm dying here, man.

Talk to her. Talk to her.

Hello?

Oh, Stu, Stu, Stu.

What's your motive? Billy's got one.

The police are on their way, What are you gonna tell them?

Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive.

I'm gon na rip you up, you bitch, just like you r fucking mother!

You've gotta find me first, you pansy- assed mama's boy!

Fuck!

Ow. You fuckin' hit me with the phone, dick!

Fucker, where are you?

You fuck!

Did you rea I ly cal I the police?

You bet your sorry ass I did

My mom and dad a re gonna be so mad at me.

Bitch!

My arm!

I a lways had a thing for you, Sid!

Bitch.

I n your d reams.

I'm sorry. It's al I right.

Oh, my God, Randy, I thought you were dead.

I probably shou ld be. I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin.

Fucker!

Say hello to your mother.

Come on.

It's okay.

G uess I remembered the safety that time, you basta rd.

Ca reful.

This is the moment when the su pposed ly dead killer comes back to life...

for one last scare.

Not in my movie.

Dad.

Randy, help me out.

You okay?

I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Are you okay? - Yea h.

- Ha ng in there, buddy. - All right.

- Over here. - Sorry, kid.

Okay, I th in k it's gonna go something like this. Just stay with me.

H i. This is Ga le Weathers...

with a n exclusive eyewitness accou nt of this amazing breaking story.

Severa I more loca I teens are dead...

bringing to an end the harrowing mystery of the mass kil ling...

that has terrified this peacefu I community like the plot of some scary movie.

It a I I began with a scream over 9-1 -1 ...

and ended in a bloodbath that has rocked the town of Woodsboro...

a ll played out here in th is peacefu I fa rmhouse...

far from the crimes and the sirens of the larger cities that its residents had fled.

Okay, let's take it back to one. Come on, move it.

This is my big shot. Let's go.