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- Hello?
- Hello.

- Uh, yes?
- Who is this?

- Who are you calling?
- Who am I speaking to?

- Wrong number.
- Who was that?

- Oh, nobody.
- Did you pick a movie?

- Yeah, we re gonna go scary: Saw IV.
- Oh, I saw that in theaters. It sucks.

It's not scary, it's gross.
I hate all that torture porn shit.

How do you really feel.

Well, I like Jigsaw. I think
he kills people very creatively.

But she don't give a shit who dies...

'cause there's no character
to fill a man.

It's just body parts whipping
and blood spewing. Aw...

Who you keep texting?

I have a Facebook stalker.
He keeps leaving me messages.

Yeah, like what?

Just stuff like: Hey, what's up?
You are hot. I wanna kill you...

- Well, delete him.
- I did it, but he hacked its way back in.

- Or report him.
- He is really hot, though. You wanna see?

- That's Channing Tatum.
- It is not. Is it?

Yeah, from his Abercrombie days.
You were being punk'd.

- Hello?
- Who is this?

The more impatient version of
the person you just spoke to.

I'm sorry.
You don't have to be a bitch about it.

Of course I don't.
Eat me.

You hang up on me and I cut
through your neck until I feel bone!

Who is it?

It's for you.

- Hello?
- Who is this?

It's Trudie. Who's this?

This is the last person
you ever gonna see alive.

- It's a prank. Hang up.
- Why did you give the phone to me?

- You are the one with a stalker.
- Are the doors locked?

Don't freak out.

Let it ring.

It's from stalker boy.
He said "Answer the phone".

For God's sake, it's a joke Trudie.
It's probably Lexie or Karen.

- Where are you going?
- To make sure the front door is locked.

- No, don't open it.
- You're overreacting.

It's a joke, Trudie, okay?

Somebody made a dummy profile.
They re just trying to scare you.

Wait. Who is it?

I said, who is it?
Let's call the cops.

"I dare you to open the door".
No, Sherri, don't. No, don't, I'm scared.

It could be anyone that we know.
Lisa, Bailey, Wayne.

Or the hoped-for long shot, Channing Tatum.

There is nobody out here.

What is it say?

It says "I'm not outside,
I'm right beside you".

Trudie!

- Fucking kidding me?
- What?

That was so fucking stupid.

Pure horse shit. The death of horror
right here in front of us!

- I jumped. It scared me.
- A fucking Facebook killer?

You're kidding me right?

I guess now it would be Twitter.
That'd make more sense.

Under articulate teens sit around...

and deconstruct horror movies
until Ghostface kills them one by one.

It's been done to death. The whole
self-aware post-modern meta-shit.

Stick a fork in 1996 already.

I like the Stab movies.
They're scarier.

It's not aliens or zombies
or little Asian ghost girls.

There is something real about a guy
with a knife who just... snaps.

It can really happen.

I can't do it.
These people don't know when to stop.

They just keep recycling
the same shit.

Even the opening scene,

there's always some random girl
who gets a call that undoubtedly...

ends up getting her killed.

It's all so predictable.
There's no element of surprise.

You can see everything coming.

Did that surprise you?

It's your own fault.

- Why?
- Because you talk too much.

Now shut the fuck up
and watch the movie.

Oh my God. I love it.

I've seen it five times,
and it still gets me every time.

You re kidding?
I don't get it.

Okay, it's like the Twilight Zone.

- Twilight zone...
- A movie within a movie.

I get that.
But it's illogical..

It begs the question
that if the beginning of Stab 7...

is Stab 6 then it's the beginning
of Stab 6 Stab 5?

And if so, what is Stab 4 about?

- You're over thinking it.
- Am I...

or did you ever make it,
just under think it,

there's a reason
I don't watch these movies?

I can't believe you haven't seen them.
We live in Woodsboro.

It has nothing to do with Woodsboro.

I thought you said Stab
was based on true stories.

The first three, the original trilogy
is based on Sidney Prescott.

But then she threatened to sue them...

if they used the true story
so they just started making stuff up.

Stab 5 has time travel,
which is by far the worst.

And don't you have enough
about this story every year?

At least Woodsboro
is known for something.

Did you hear that?

Uh, no, I didn't hear anything.

I did.

Jenny, don't try to scare me.

I am not trying to scare you.

You do it all the time.

No, I don't.

Where are you going?

I told you, I heard something.

I know you re trying to scare me.

I am not.

What is it?

I must have left the
window in my room open.

- Could you get that? Marnie?
- Yeah.

- Hello?
- Hello. Who is this?

Marnie. Who is this?

This is the last person
you ever gonna see alive.

What?

- I am sorry. I had to.
- You bitch!

- So not funny.
- Somebody falls for it every year.

- I don't see why you get off on this shi...
- Marnie?

Marnie? Marnie?!?

Good one, Marnie.
Lights out, phone on the floor.

You know,
you really should direct horror films.

Wherever you are...

Lemme guess. You want me to walk by an
open door frame so you can pop out, huh?

Okay.
Timing, timing is perfect.

But you don't have app on your phone,
so you can't talk like Ghostface.

- Can you?
- Yes, I can.

- Who is this?
- Not an app.

- Is this Trevor?
- Do I sound like a Trevor to you?

Think of me as your director.

You're in my movie.
You got a fun part so don't blow it.

What movie?

Same one Marnie's in,
only her part got cut way back.

But you,
you're dumb blond with the big tits.

We'll have some fun with you
before you die.

I have a 4.0 GPA and 135 IQ asshole.
What did you do with Marnie?

- She's on the cutting room floor.
- That's not funny.

This isn't a comedy, it's a horror film.
People live, people die.

And you'd better start running.

Marnie?

- What do you think?
- Well, I guess today's the anniversary.

- Kids...
- No, I meant the display.

It's good.

Told the owner I'd kill his cat
if you didn't get a ring.

Nice...

- Woah, 25 to stay alive!
- Shit! Sorry Sheriff!

Kirby...

Ehi, before you get in the car, you
have to promise not to kill me.

Why? What did you do?

Trevor called me last night.

Why is he calling you?

Because you won't take his calls, he knows
I have your ear and he wants to know.

- Know what?
- How upset you are.

- Can we just not talk about this?
- Fine, fine.

So, Trevor called me last night.

He called you too?

He's afraid
your cousin coming to Woodsboro...

is distracting you
from knowing how sorry he really is.

- Well, that's inventive.
- God...

Oh, by the way, have you seen
the Grim Reaper? Angel of Death?

What are you talking about?

Your cousin. Last stop in a book tour,
first stop in a road to a new life.

It's very dramatic.
She's the reason why I love horror movies.

I'm sure she'd love to hear that. If
I knew her which, I don't really.

Well, wherever she went, peple died.
Other people. It was never her.

I mean, Stab is the wrong franchise for
her, it should be Final Destination.

And why is Jenny Randall calling me?

- I cannot stand Jenny Randall...
- Hello?

- Oh, Jill...
- Why?

Shh... Jenny, is this you?

What's your favorite scary movie?

- Ok, who is this?
- What does she want?

- I said, who is this?
- I asked you a question.

What's your favorite scary movie?

I'm hanging up.

Wow, that was original.

I got a call like that this morning
from Marnie the Carnie.

- What?
- Watch out!

- Nice proof asshole!
- Okay...

- You should really stop at sign.
- Sorry...

Angel of Death.

- Mayor wants these down before lunch.
- Only 25 more to go.

- Morning Sheriff.
- Morning Deputy, Joe.

Morning Sheriff.

- Looks like the celebration's begun.
- High School kids probably.

Yeah. One generation's tragedy
is the next one's joke.

Sorry you can never get away from this.

You know,
I wish I had been old enough...

to be a part of the Force
when you were solving those crimes.

Why is that?

It's those intense investigations
that really bond relationships.

- Yeah.
- How's Gale by the way?

Gale's good.
She's writing... fiction.

Hey, I made some lemon squares,
they're in my car.

Thanks Deputy, but no, thanks.

Sheriff, you're not cheating on your wife
if you eat my lemon square.

Yeah, but I would be cheating on the diet.

Sheriff Riley! Come in! Sheriff Riley!

This is Sheriff Riley, go ahead.

You gotta get over to the Randall house
right away. It's bad Sheriff, real bad.

The book is "Out of Darkness" and its author
Sidney Prescott is here with us today.

Have the 7 Stab movies all based
on Gale Weathers' books about you...

made it even harder to go on?

I don't blame Gale,
that's in the past.

Now if I was a victim for too long,
it was up to me to reinvent myself.

That's why I wrote this book.

Sidney Prescott, everybody.
And rave reviews for her book,

"Out of Darkness".

Alright Gale, let's do it.
Let's reinvent myself.

Except...

I have no fucking idea
what to write!

How's that new?

That's the 2 point upgrade version.
I'm totally mobile, man.

Nice.

Ohh, this is Hall Pass with Robbie Mercer,
here with the luscious Olivia...

"Don't look at my tits,
I have a mind", Morris.

Here is my Woodsboro
masquerade anniversary question:

What is your favorite scary movie?

Is that all you got?
Some stupid douche question?

Yeah, where did you hear that anyway?

It's a line from Stab 1.
Hey Charlie.

You're a genre nut, Kirby,
what's your favorite scary movie?

Bambi.

- Dork.
- What?

That's... funny, Kirby.

- Completely unaware you exist.
- No, man, she wants me.

Yeah, I wish, right? Asshole.

I think Charlie likes you.

And I like him. To tease, to torment,
to make him squirm.

You could do a lot worse, trust me.

Oh, hi Trevor. Bye Trevor.

Can we talk?

Somebody cares about you
over here, you know?

Someone who made you really happy once.

Someone who never should've let you go.

When you re done with a phone call,
you let someone go...

When you take someone to the airport,
you let them go...

When you tell someone
you love her,

and she gives you everything,
and then you go out with someone else...

that's not letting her go,
that's dumping her. Okay? That's betrayal.

Trevor Sheldon denied live on Hall Pass
with Robbie Mercer.

What is your favorite scary movie, man?

I will show you.

Now I began to believe myself that,
that was all I was, a victim.

And that was unacceptable to me...

So, I sat down and began to write
a new role that would be my own.

A role for a woman who could leave
the walls of fear behind...

and step out into the sunlight.

Out of Darkness.

Thank you.

Okay, we re gonna start
the book signing in a sec,

so buy your copies while they last.

- May you ladies.
- New York Times best seller.

Rave reviews..

- Gale... I am glad you came.
- Congratulations, Sidney.

I haven't had a chance to read it yet,
but...

Well, you can get one.

- Dewey! Ehi!
- Hey, Sidney. Gale, you made it.

What's going on Dewey?

Hey, Sid, I am sorry. I gotta do
something... I am really sorry.

Excuse me.
This will only take a minute.

I need you all to stay where you are
and remain silent.

Nobody leaves, you heard the Sheriff,
thank you.

Can't this wait 45,
I'm running an event here.

Ma'am this is a police event now.

What's going on?

Gale, this is police business.
If you could just let us handle this.

I am talking to my husband, Deputy Judy.

Listen. There's a phone we believe may have
been taken from the scene of a crime.

Deputy Hicks has traced its location
back to these coordinates.

- The rest is "need to know".
- And I am not "need to know"?

Shhhh.

Sheriff!
It's ringing out here!

There.

- It's coming from the trunk
- Yeah.

- Dewey...
- They need everyone to stay back.

- Not now, Sid.
- It's my rental.

Damn.

Okay, it's now official crime scene.
Let's lock it down.

- Crime scene.
- Detach him right out of here.

Everybody back.

- Give me that camera.
- Stand back.

- Please tell me this is a prank, Dewey.
- I am afraid not, Sid. Come on.

Amber, you re not gonna believe this...

- Stand back, Gale. Gale.
- Just wanna see.

Okay, essays are due Tuesday,
"Why Woodsboro is the best"...

Anything with an on-off swith
should be off, that's the rule.

Somebody wanna share?

Jenny Randall and Marnie Cooper
were murdered last night.

What?

- What?
- Stabbed to death.

- What's your favorite scary movie?
- Shut up!

- See you all Tuesday, class is not over.
- That was fast.

This week marks the anniversary
of the infamous Woodsboro murders.

Two girls killed the exact day...

local celebrity victim Sidney Prescott
chose to return to her hometown.

It could be something right outta
a Gale Weathers' best seller.

And where is she now?

Well, living right here in Woodsboro,

'cause she's the wife
of Sheriff Dewey Riley...

- First Lady.
- Perkins.

Excuse me, Gale.
He's conducting an interview.

Great! I love interviews.

You have to wait, Gale.
Sorry, can't let you in there.

What you gonna do?
Arrest me, Deputy Judy?

If it comes to it. Civilian interference
with a police investigation...

poses many a problem
in a court of law.

Ok. Listen to me Judy. I don't mind
that you re working with my husband.

Or that you re even baking
those little treats, as you do.

But if you re gonna start
acting like him,

you gotta put a mustache on,
'cause you sound ridiculous.

Gale.

- Judy.
- Gale!

Deputy. Gale.
Calm please.

Uh... Sidney, if you don't mind
giving us a minute.

- Sid.
- Hi, Gale.

Dewey, would you please explain
to Betty Crocker...

that I have every right to be here?

If there's been another murder
in Woodsboro obviusly...

- That is not public information.
- It is all over the Internet, Dewey.

It is?

Yes, the whole world knows about it
before me.

She wants to be a part
of the investigation, Sheriff.

Ok. Hang on. Uhm, are you familiar with
the phrase "I wrote a book on this"?

- Gale, with all due respect, I don't
see how that pertains to...

Because I wrote the book on this.

"The Woodsboro murders" by Gale Weathers.
- But you re not a reporter anymore, Gale.

- Woah, woah, woah...
- And even if you were...

Woah.
Don't treat me like I'm the media.

I helped solve these things. 3 times,
remember? You and me, together.

- But I'm the Sheriff now, Gale.
- Right?

- What, you're not gonna help you with this?
- I can't.

Alright then, I'm going.

This is what I am good at, Dewey.
This is what I know how to do.

Your lemon squares taste like ass.

- They don't. They really don't.
- Thank you, Sir.

- Sheriff.
- Yeah?

We got a couple high school kids in here.

2 of 'em, they say they got threatening
phone calls this morning...

from the victims' phones.

- Names are Olivia Morris and Jill Roberts.
- That's Sid's cousin. Damn.

- Right in here, Sheriff.
- Hey, Jill.

- Sidney. Hi.
- Hi.

It's nice to see you,
even under the circumstances.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

So, two of you got phone calls?

Yeah, us two.
"What's your favorite scary movie?".

It was the killer's voice. From Stab. From,
I mean you know, from your life.

I'm Kirby, by the way.
I'm their friend.

- And the killer didn't call you?
- No.

This is... this is a bad thing?

Does that mean that I'm not gonna
live as long as these two?

No... Maybe. Of course not.
Just, uh... just be careful.

Oh my God, did you hear that?
I'm gonna be next!

Dewey, I shouldn't be here.
I should leave town.

I'm afraid
that's not really possible, Sidney.

Look, nobody thinks you're involved,
but everyone's a suspect. I'm sorry.

And there was evidence in your car
connecting the killer to you.

You may be a material witness.

So, both of you have, uh...
24 hour police protection.

That's comforting.

It's Rebecca.
Oh my fucking, God, Henry.

Yes! Its true.
Two girls butchered. Pay day.

I was so not feeling Woodsboro.

Was like lame PR, am I right?
Well, fucking wow! Best idea ever.

Henry, I'll call you back.

Excuse me. I have to geek out. I didn't
got a chance to say something earlier,

but it's such an honor
to meet you.

- Thank you.
- Rebecca Walters.

- Hi.
- When I was a kid...

it was all about
top story with Gale Weathers.

- You were my 90s!
- Well, it's Gale Riley now.

You gave it all for love, I know that. How
long have you and Dewey been married?

Ten years.

Oh, just like your characters
in Stab 3. Wow!

Wow...

I didn't mean "bad wow",

it's just, it always seemed like more of
a horror movie romance than a real one

because it was a movie,
and in real life it should never be.

Uh... dug a hole. Climbing out, here.
So anyway,

Kudos on being brave enough
to drop off the professional map.

Any plans
on revitalizing your tarnished brand?

Listen, in about 2 seconds
I'm gonna revitalize your face...

with my tarnished brand.

I still got it.

Uhm, tasty.

She's so pretty. When you think about
what she survived.

She must have scars everywhere.

Shhhh, Come on.

Her mom is my sister. I have scars too.
None ever asks me about my scars.

- I am sorry Mrs. Roberts.
- She means nice scars, mom.

Oh, well. Fine.

- How are you? How's Gale?
- I'm alright. But Gale,

it's been hard on her.
Small town.

Small town husband.
Not much to write about.

You two okay?

Well, I read somewhere once "Just when
you think things can't get any worse,

sometimes they don't...
sometimes, they get better".

Out of Darkness
by Sidney Prescott, page 220.

Gotta get going.

It's nice to see you, Dewey.
Been through a lot together.

We'll get through this too, okay?

- I'll go.
- Mh-hm.

Be good. It's okay. Relax, relax.
It's just me.

- What the hell are you doing here?
There are cops right out front.

No match for the ninja, baby.

Anyway, what're you doing
in the house of Sidney Prescott?

I mean, that's like being...
on Top Chef with Jeffrey Dahmer.

Can you please get away from the window?
You've no right to be in here. Not anymore.

Hang on. I heard you got a phone call
from the killer. Is that true?

And you care?

Don't you think it'd be a lot safer
with me around?

I don't trust you, Trevor.

Hey. I'm just gonna have to make sure
that you do. Alright?

- Oh, sorry, I didn't...
- No, he's just leaving. Its... my ex.

- Oh.
- Yeah, the one and only.

- Hi.
- Hi.

It's cool to meet you...
officially.

I keep meaning to pick up a copy
of your book, but...

You're smaller in person.

What?

Nothing, you just, uh...
you remind me of... me.

- Lock your window, okay?
- Yeah, goodnight.

Night.

Sorry about that. Just making my rounds
before taking off.

Great, thanks.

- You don't remember me, do you?
- Sorry?

We went to High School together.
Judy Hicks?

We had the same Home-room in...
Drama club too.

We were in Peter Pan together.
I played a Lost Boy.

- You were... Tiger Lily.
- I'm sorry, that's a long time ago.

It's okay, hm. You had...
a lot of stuff going on back then.

- Well, it's nice to see you again, Judy.
- You too.

- Everything ok upstairs?
- You re supposed to be out front, Perkins.

- 4 letter word for... courage?
- Uh, guts.

- It's Olivia Morris, she lives
next door. She's on the list.

She can live next door to me.

Now seriously, ehm, Mary I am warning
you, ok? I am gonna have to get physical.

I mean it. This is it!
Just fuck off!

- Hello?
- What are you guys up to?

Uhm, we re watching Shaun of the Dead.

- You know there's two zombies sitting
outside your house in a car?

- Yeah, they are cops. You wanna come up?
- Angel of Death leave?

- No, she's in the guest room.
- Forget it. Next door is close enough.

- Your mom home?
- She's at her boyfriend's.

It's creepier in here tonight.

No, the zombies are still in their
car, so you should be alright.

- Call me tomorrow, ok?
- Right.

- She wanna come up?
- She fears the Reaper.

Watch this.

- Who's speaking?
- What's your favorite scary movie, Olivia?

It's the worst imitation I've ever heard,
Jill. Speaking of Stab, you heard where

the Stab- a- thon's gonna be at?

No. It doesn't matter to me anyways,
mom doesn't let me go.

- It's Trevor, I'll handle this.
- Trevor is calling... again.

- What do you want?
- I wanna talk to Jill.

Uh... no, it's Kirby.
Sorry, Trevor,

Jill is screening her calls
from all past relationships.

- What's going on over there?
- Hang on one sec. What is he saying?

- I am not Trevor.
- W... what? I can barely hear you, Trevor.

- This isn't Trevor.
- Oh, oh, alright.

Then why do you have his phone?

Whoever this is.
He's trying to do Ghostface.

He's being weird.

- I wanna talk to Jill.
- Okay, well, she doesn't wanna talk to you.

Come on, Mr. Ghostface, whisper to me.
Aren't you supposed to ask me a question?

- Alright. How's the movie?
- What movie?

- Shaun of the Dead.
- How did you know that?

- Because I'm standing in the closet.
- Stop, you're not.

- What's going on?
- Trevor is being weird.

- I mean, if it is him, I dunno.
- What?

- This is not fucking Trevor!
- Well, then who the fuck are you?

Open the closet door.

You know there are cops
all over this house?

I think that I have just enough time
to slice someone open.

- I'll talk to him.
- Shhhhhh.

What's going on over there,
you guys?

- Sorry, I... I dunno... Kirby?
- Shhhh.

- Kirby.
- Come on, do it.

- There is no way you re in there.
- See for yourself.

Kirby? Kirby, come on, talk to
me. This isn't funny! Kirby!

- Liar. I am over this.
- I never said I was in your closet.

Oh my God!

- Olivia!
- Oh my God!

Help, in my house!

No!

No. No!

- Hoss!
- Olivia!

Perkins!

Shit.

- What?
- Welcome home Sidney.

Preview of coming events.

- Why don't you come for me?
You got the balls for that?

Oh, poor Sidney.
You think this is all about you?

- You think you're still the star.
- This isn't a fucking movie!

- It will be.
- These are innocent people.

Spare me the lecture! You've done very well
by all this blood shed, haven't you?

How about the town you left behind?

I got plans for you.

I'm gonna slit your eyelids in half
so you don't blink...

when I stab you in the face.

You'll die
when I want you to, Sidney.

Not a moment before.
Until then, you're going to suffer.

- Sidney!
- Jill? Stay right there.

- Is she...
- Do not look, ok?

- She said you were the Angel of Death.
- Look out!

- Come look. Look over there.
- He's in here.

- Where is he?
- He was...

- What's your status?
- Jill?

Don't.

What happened? Oh my God, Jill.

Jesus. Honey, poor, baby.
Come here.

Come on, let's go, let's go.
Let's take care of you, right?

- Jill? Oh my God. Are you okay?
- Give me a hand.

- Keep your pressure on it.
- There's somebody back there.

- Call it in.
- Right.

- Hey, are you ok?
- You should look upstairs.

Let's get the corners and rub around these.

Thought this was over!

It's all your fault, Sidney.

Just like her mother!

I am sorry of what I said.

- Shouldn't you get that looked at?
- Yeah.

What the hell happened?

Okay, I saw him going to that yard,
two houses down, right before.

A... a... and I circled around
to cut him off.

And?

And I met Hoss
coming from the other direction.

- No, he must have circled back around
somehow. He's like a ghost.

- Chief, we're sorry.
- We feel terrible.

Alright. Get outta here.

This is Hall Pass with Robbie Mercer
webcasting live in our darkest hour.

What began as a day of remembrance,
has ended with a serial murder.

Olivia Morris, who officially would never
go out with me... is dead.

So is Jenny Randall
and Marnie Cooper.

Our local legacy, the Stab movies,
is coming to life.

Excuse me,
are you recording with that thing?

My video blog upload.
He's webcasting right now.

Mind turning it off?
A little old school, off the record?

Can't.
Owe it to my audience.

- Turn the fucking thing off.
- Ok...

- So, you two are the boys who run the
movie club at Woodsboro High, huh?

- Oh, Charlie rents it. I'm just
VP, in case he takes a bullet.

It's called Cinema Club.

- So you must have a very unique insight
into the movie buffs at your school?

Maybe.

What if we could catch the killer,
by working together?

Two generations of cutting edge journalists
intertwining our passions for media.

- What would you say?
- I love you?

Very good. Now, you give me your expertise
on the gore geek scene at Woodsboro High

and maybe I give you something in return

Say, a celebrity visit
to your Cinema Club... by me?

What about Sidney?

What about Sidney?

Hey, you know her, right?
Aren't you're friends with her?

No offense but, that'd be a big deal
for some of the club.

A visit from Sidney Prescott,
I mean, she's the star.

Uh, yes she's Daniel Radcliffe
to my J.K. Rowling.

When was the bookshelf
in the box office?

Never.

There's no broken bones.
I think you'll be fine.

Take it easy and relax.

So, Sidney... Uh, ouh.
Anyway, long story short,

Random wants to lock you
into 3 more books, now!

See the blank line in your contract?
You can name your phrase.

And as soon as you re clear
in this investigation,

we re on the next plane to New York.

I booked Today,
The View, Nancy Grace,

MTV News.
- Excuse me...

- can I ask you a question?
- Hm...

- Did you read my book?
- Thought I'd wait for the movie.

- Book tour is over.
- Sidney.

Accept your situation. You re a victim,
for life. So, embrace it, use it.

I know you care about your readers.
All those little down-trodden fucks...

they just need a light
at the end of their tunnels...

so they don't jump off a bridge.
And a lucky break like this?

I'm talking a 100% increase in sales,
minimum.

Than maybe a million more people
getting your message...

and you get a ton more checks.
Win-win.

- I won't be needing you anymore.
- Sidney!

- You re fired.
- Fired?

- Fired!
- Fine.

"What do you think about my book, Rebecca?"

The problem of Sidney is
she never gets laid.

Or even a little shit faced
once in a while.

She'll call me at 9 to apologize.
Just watch.

She'll come around.

Gotta just give her time.
Sidney will come... a... round.

- This is Rebecca.
- Sidney Prescott, please.

I'm handling Ms. Prescott's calls
and appearances. May I take a message?

You are the message.

- Are you writing this down?
- Yes, I am.

But, it's kinda hard to hear you.
I'm in a hospital, with Sidney.

If you can just hang
on one second.

I got time.
It's you that doesn't.

You know, Rebecca, it doesn't sound
to me like you re in the hospital.

Sounds like you re in a parking garage.
A dark and deserted parking garage.

But if you wanna be in the hospital, I'd be
happy to put you there. In the morgue!

Help! Help! Save me!

Cut and run, you fucking bastard.

This is an ongoing investigation.

But rest assured,
we're pursuing a number of leads.

- Sheriff
- The less I say about that, the better.

So, I'm taking questions.

- Dewey!
- Gale?

Any comment on the fact that
these killings seem to resemble the...

pattern of the original
Woodsboro murders?

Hun? Later!

What was that, Sheriff?

As I was saying...
my officers are hard at work.

We just want the community to know...

that we're very close to bringing this
whole situation under control.

Hey, someone! Get up to the
top of the structure! Go! Go!

- Everyone back! Stay back!
- Back, nobody move!

Jenkins, I want a man on this stairwell.

- You see anybody?
- Nobody out there.

There's nobody out there, Sheriff!

- It's all under control, huh? Sheriff?
- But what am I supposed to say?

Listen, I may not be wearing a uniform, but
I happen to have a lead and you don't.

So let me know
when you're back on Team, Gale.

Move back, I'm the Sheriff.

Okay, Cinema Club,
we are now in session.

Welcome.
Tell you a little bit about ourselves.

We are a sanctioned
after school activity,

one rung below the Glee club,
two above Nintendo Wi-Fit...

and let me just say to our guest,
Sidney Prescott, it's an honor.

Beyond Jamie Lee Curtis, forget Linda Blair,
I mean, this is the ultimate.

Thanks, I... I guess, um...

This... you film your entire High School
experience and what, post it on the net?

Everybody will be doing it
someday, Sid.

It's kind of the one component
the killer is missing.

Wait, what do you mean?

Well, if you wanna be
the new "new version",

the killer should be filming the murders.

That's like the natural next step
in the psycho slasher innovation.

I mean you film 'em all
real time...

and before you get caught,
you upload 'em into cyberspace.

Making your art as immortal as you.

- Not to implicate him...
- Not to implicate me...

- So who do you think is behind the murders?
- Well, it's a Stab fanatic, clearly.

Working on less of a Screquel
and more of a Screamake.

Copyrighted terms, by the way.

'Cause all there are now are remakes.
Only horror the studios green-light.

I mean, there are still rules
but the rules have changed.

The unexpected is the new clich��.

Right, you gotta have an opening sequence
that blows the doors off...

done with some flashy music video direction.
And the kills gotta be way more extreme.

Modern audiences got savvy
to the rules of the originals,

so the reversals
become the new standard.

In fact, the only surefire way
to survive a modern horror movie,

you pretty much have to be gay.

So, why are you so sure that the killer is
working by the rules of a horror remake?

Well, the original Stab structure
is pretty apparent.

Two kids killed in a house
while their parents are away.

And then the school's "hot chick"
savaged beyond recognition.

- We all know where it goes from there...
- A party.

Exactly. A party. Guaranteed
third act main cast blood bath.

Fingers crossed
on some nudity for a change.

You said you know of a party
that's happening tonight?

Well, there's Stab-a-thon.

Stab-a-thon?

- Uh, It's a movie marathon. All 7 Stabs
back to back. We do it every year.

Is tonight?

There's a killer out there patterning
his murders after the original movie.

I know, it's pretty wild.

We have to call it off.

Um... okay, I mean, it's Friday.

I'm sure we're not the only party
that's going on at Woodsboro.

So where is this circle-jerk
gonna take place?

So, get ready for this Q&A.

No, no.
I really want the location.

You know, it's kind of an underground
thing. E-mail invites. Pretty secret.

What, you re not gonna tell me? Really?
We re working together. Remember?

- So you re ready for the Q&A?
- Fuck you. Let's go.

That was awesome.

Nobody comes to the house
unless we say so.

Got it.

I feel like I'm under house arrest.

You know when people say:
I know how you feel,

but you know
they're just saying that...

because they really have no...

freaking idea how you feel?
I know how you feel.

I'm so sorry about Olivia.

I'm sorry about your publicist.

How do you handle it, people
staring at you all the time?

People stare at me?

I could never handle
that kind of attention.

I just... feel like,
it would take over your whole life.

Uh... all I do is I...

try not to think about me.

I have people I care about.
I focus on them.

And the rest, uhm, it works out.

You saved my life last night. I mean, I know
we're family but... you heard a thing on me.

Makes me wonder, you know, if I'd be
brave enough to do the same thing.

I really hope
you never have to find that out.

Oh, if you need me,
you know where to find me.

I'll be up in my cell, oh, I mean, my room.

Our rooms are boarded up. That's the
view from my cell. It's really weird.

I think Olivia would understand, okay?
She'd want me to be around other people.

Holy shit. Even if I did just crash land
on planet dork.

- Speaking of which, Trevor's here.
- Hey, Kirby.

What is he doing?
That is not his scene.

I have no idea, maybe he thought
you would be here.

Yeah, fat chance.
After what happened last night?

I mean, my mom is just
completely freaked out.

It's not prim.

Alright, you go do your good girl thing
and I'll drink for the both of us.

- I will keep you posted.
- Alright, be safe.

Stab-a-thon! Stab-a-thon!

- Thank you! Thank you. Gracias. Gracias.
- Shhhh.

Cinema Club thanks you for coming
up for our third annual Stab-a-thon.

Thank you, number-3-thon.
We thank you in rows.

Are you ready to drink every time
someone can't get a cellphone signal?

Yeah!

Are you ready to drink every time
someone shuts the refrigerator door...

and, oh my God, there's a harmless
character right behind it?

Yeah!

Are you ready to drink every time
somebody screams the word...

No!

Let's get the Stab-athon started!

Ghostface!

Get out in 5!

Move your ass!

Screw you!

Yes!

Uh, Yeah. Back on my game.

Perfect. New work in progress, chapter 1.

When I moved to Woodsboro,
I never in a million years dreamed...

that I would again
play the critical role...

in solving another series of these...

What the hell?

- Gale, where are you?
- I followed the kids to the Stab-a-thon.

There's an old abandoned farm
on 4th Dylan Road.

Listen, I've got it under surveillance,
but...

I think the killer is about
to make his move.

What makes you so sure?

You do a remake to outdo the original,
that's what the kids said.

This party is all about the Stab movies.
Come on, how meta can you get?

- How? "What else we get"?
- I don't know, I heard 'em say it.

Dewey, listen to me,
you have to get out here.

Come on, you catch the killer,
I get the story. It's a win-win.

Well, I thought
you were going rogue, Gale.

Oh, come...
are you serious? Come on!

Forget it. Thanks for having faith in me!
I gotta fix my equipment.

Gale!

Shit.

Bravo, well... very well done,
I'm very, very impressed.

Kind of. Kinda impressed.
Not Really.

- That'll do.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, she wants you.
- Yeah. Yeah.

No... o... o... o!...

Ghostface...

- Hello?
- Hello.

- Who is this?
- Were you expecting somebody now?

You know, I don't even know you...
and I dislike you already.

Hicks, how far are you
from 4 Dylan Road?

5 minutes at the most, Sir.

Well, step on it.

Look out your window.

Gale! Gale, behind you!

No!

Gale!

Freeze!

Get out of the way, you morons!

Dammit.

- Ok, put pressure on that.
- Did you catch him?

- No, hopefully your cameras got something.
- They weren't the only ones, Dewey.

- What?
- There's a webcam... set back there.

- He was watching me.
- A webcam?

- He's recording the murders.
- What?

This time... he's making the movie.

This Sidney Prescott detail man,
I don't like it.

The cops scouting the house,
they always get it.

What are you talking about?
- It's a movie cop rule.

Sucks to be a cop in a movie.
Unless you re Bruce Willis.

Not all cops die in movies.

No, but if it's your last day
before retirement you do.

If you re a rookie, some with a
wife who's pregnant, you do.

Or if your partner
is better looking than you,

you do, and by the way,
I win that one.

You know what, I'll take the next
perimeter. I'll be right back.

Shit.

I know this one, you're not
supposed to say that, are you?

Eh, new decade, new rules.

You know, these days, you might come back,
find me dead. Eyes gouged out, tongue

sticking out. Could go either way.

- I gotta learn this shit.
- Eh, I'll take this one.

- Hey, Hoss. Be careful.
- I'm always careful.

Dead man walking.

Perkins, was there a window open
on your last perimeter check?

Perkins, come in. Over.

Anthony?

Perkins?

Damn it.

You should've seen the look
on your face, rookie.

Hoss! What the fuck!

Holy shit...

Hoss!

Fuck Bruce Willis!

- Sorry. The wind chimes were over here.
- It was me, I was trying to fix em, sorry.

- I am just back the store.
- Were you shopping?

A stress buster. I got one more bag
in the car. I'll be right back.

Jill, you re gonna get that?

- Roberts residence.
- You re a survivor, aren't you, Sidney?

Your one and only skill: You survive.
Well, I have one question for you.

What good it to be a survivor
in this little drama...

if everyone close to you
is dead?

- Who are you?
- Turn on the TV to channel 6.

- Who the fuck are you?
- Turn it on. Watch the teaser.

But it nearly turned deadly tonight, with
the latest victim of this attack being

the wife of the Woodsboro Sheriff...

Gale Riley, aka Gale Weathers,

who's in serious condition tonight
after being stabbed.

Her assailant then disappeared...

- in a sea of identity...
- Glad you came home, Sidney.

Has it been worth it yet?

Why are you doing this?

Ah, friends count, but it's the family
ties that cut deep. Am I right?

What do you mean?

- The ones you care about most.
And what's closer than family?

- The bond of blood.
- Don't.

You can't save them.
All you can do is watch.

Jill!

- Kate!
- Sid?

- She's not in her room.
- Oh my God.

She's gone at Kirby's. You gotta
call her, get her back here.

Okay.

- Come on, Jill!
- Leave a message.

She's not picking up.
What's going on?

- The killer called, he's coming after
me. But he wants my family first.

- Oh God, Jill...
- Let's get the cops.

- The cops aren't there.
- What?

They were there when I first came
in, but they re not there now.

Let's get to Kirby's.

Out the front.

Press up on the bottom. Can you?

Let's get out of here.

Kate, come on! Kate!

- Tell Jill I am so sorry...
- No, no, no, no, shhhh...

Kate...

Hicks.
What're you doing?

I just saw somebody coming
around the side of the house.

Where are Hoss and Perkins?
I couldn't get 'em on the radio.

Whose blood is that?

It's... It's Kate's,
we were just attacked. She's dead.

- Where is she?
- The front door.

- Show me.
- Okay.

- Stay here.
- Okay.

This is Deputy Hicks. I've got a homicide
at the Roberts' residence.

No sign of Perkins or Hoss.

- Copy that. We'll try to locate 'em.
- I'm so sorry.

You're gonna be fine, alright?
I swear.

No more on your own.
It's you and me, forever.

Easy.

- Dewey.
- Yeah?

Promise me something.
- Anything.

- Catch that motherfucker.
- Absolutely. I love you.

I love you.

- It was chaos. Utter chaos.
- I can't believe that.

The Sheriff's wife, man. She told us
to cancel it and we didn't and now this?

What're we supposed to do, huh?

Robbie, calm down. It makes sense.

This is about the reboots too.
They, they, they one up the original ending.

"The Woodsboro murders" ended
at a party, so in the remake...

The party is the false ending.
New rules.

Exactly.

Okay, no offense guys
but I'm gonna put in Stab 7.

- Yes...
- Nobody cancels my film festival.

Whoa, I don't wanna watch that.
Not after what happened to Olivia.

Oh, come on.
It was her favorite.

Oh, wow Kirby. You have some classics here.
- Yup.

"Suspiria","Don't look now"...

You know it. I can trivia your ass
under the table, cinema boy.

Oh, yeah? Who played Leatherface first?
- Gunnar Hansen.

Wow, did you feel that?

- The charge that moved between us, then?
- Oh, that was me. I have powers.

So sexy...

You guys are unbelievable.
You're playing fucking trivia games?

The cops are gonna come for us,

they're gonna shut down my website.

- We're so dead!
- Yeah. I agree.

Jesus Christ, where did you come from?

The front door. By the way Kirby, with
everything that's going on right now...

you probably
shouldn't leave that unlocked.

Sorry...

And, uh... may I ask,
what the hell you're doing here?

What?
Didn't I find the After-party?

No, you found the Anti-party
and it's invitation only.

Yeah, well, I got an invitation...
from Jill.

So, what's the story?
- What?

You sent me a text message.
After-party at Kirby's house.

I mean, it's from your phone.

What do you mean,
from my phone?

Oh, where is my phone? I think I left it
in your car, I didn't text him.

I didn't text you.
I'll prove it!

So, Charlie, Robbie, how does it feel
to be accessories to a crime, huh?

- I mean, really? Dewey's wife?
- My life is over.

So which one of you guys sent me
a text message from Jill's phone, huh?

W... we're supposed to accept
that you re telling the truth?

Isn't your phone missing?

- Got a new one.
- Really? Oh, that's incredibly convenient.

Dewey, it's Hicks.
- What's up?

- Kate Roberts is dead.
- Huh?

- And Sidney fled the scene.
- What, what happened to Kate?

- She was stabbed, just like the others.
- And what about Jill?

- No sign of her at all
- Where the hell were Hoss and Perkins?

They were found dead in their car
2 blocks away. Multiple stab wounds.

Ok. I'm on my way.
- Yes, Sir.

- Wrong number.
- Who was that?

- Oh, nobody.
- Did you pick a movie?

- Yeah, we re gonna go scary: Saw IV.
- Oh, I saw that in theaters. It sucks.

It's not scary, it's gross.
I hate all that torture porn shit.

How do you really feel.

Well, I like Jigsaw. I think
he kills people very creatively.

But she don't give a shit who dies...

cause there's no character
to fill a man.

It's just body parts whipping
and blood spewing...

Charlie, you wanna sit next to me?

Alright... Get ready for a Hall Pass
with Robbie Mercer extra. Now tonight,

there is a good chance
that Charlie Walker...

yes, my Charlie Walker,
may get lucky with a girl.

Now I'm unable to...
publish my exact location,

however, suffice it to say...

Woodsboro High may be in store
for some geek history. We'll see.

Hello?

Who's there?

Oh my God.

- Where are you going?
- To make sure the front door is locked.

- No, don't open it.
- You're overreacting.

- Hey, Charlie.
- Yeah?

I'm sorry, I know you're into the movie
and all, but...

now would be a really good time
to make a move.

- For me to make a move?
- Mh-hm.

- Couldn't you make a move?
- I just did.

'Cause you're actually pretty cute.

Especially when I'm scared...
and lonely... and drunk...

Hey, guys. Did... did you see Jill, come in?
I didn't see her outside.

Yes, Trevor. She is upstairs.

Thank God you're here to protect her,
when you can't even find her.

There's nobody out here.

Oh, dude.
I love this part of the movie.

- Yeah, yeah.
- What'd he say?

Just when you think they're all safe
and comfortable in the house...

Ghostface comes in and bang!

Did I interrupt something for you?

- Shut the fuck up.
- Who invited you, Trevor?

Alright. Clearly not you.
Wow.

- I'm moving upstairs.
- Get out of my house!

Ehi, okay, I'm a little drunk, so...
don't blame your Internet connection.

Let's see what Charlie is up to, shall we?
Or the saga of Trevor and Jill...

Oh, intrigue of Woodsboro High.
Who needs to kill around with so much drama?

Oh, man...

Yeah... That's better.

Wait, no! You can't,
you can't, there's rules.

I... I... I'm gay, I'm gay.
I mean, if it helps...

...some random girl who gets a call that
undoubtedly ends up getting her killed.

It's all so predictable. There's no element
of surprise. You can see ev...

Kirby! So, my phone was up in your room.

There was no text message
sent to Trevor. He is such a liar.

Where is he?

What do you mean, where is he,
he just went upstairs looking for you.

He's not upstairs.

Trevor!...
Charlie! Robbie!

Maybe they are outside.

- Jill.
- Sidney!

I... I'm sorry,
I should have told you about...

No, it's okay,
I need you to come with me.

Come with me right now, okay?
Run!

Robbie!

Go!

Sidney!

Come on!

- The balcony!
- There's no other way out?

We can jump?

It's two stories.
Where's your cell?

- Get under the bed.
- What?

Just do what I say. Get under the bed
and don't make a sound...

and don't come out
'till I come get you.

- Just go. Trust me!
- Okay.

You got it? You okay? Jill, run.
Just keep running. Get out!

- Hello?
- Dewey!

- Sidney, where are you?
- I'm at Kirby's.

The killer is here, I need your help.

- I'm on my way.
- Okay.

Sid!
Sidney!

- I need all units to 329 Whispering Lane.
- All units! 329 Whispering Lane!

Sorry, it's just me. Look, I tried to call
911 with the land line instead,

but someone smashed the router.

- I think I called them myself.
- Well, where's Jill?

Go, go, go, go!

There's a room down there.
We can lock ourselves in.

I heard you yelling to Jill.
Did she get away?

I think she's safe.

- Kirby, let me in!
- Charlie...

No, no, no, no, no, don't.
I just found Robbie.

It's... it's just his blood, please.

Please, there is someone else out here.
Let me in.

If you can't trust him,
don't open the door.

- My God! Let me in!
- Get away from the door, Charlie.

- Kirby, it's me! Please let me in!
- Get away from the door, Charlie!

- It's me!
- I'm sorry, I can't...

What the fuck...
- I am sorry.

Behind you! Look out!

No, no, no, no, no!

Kirby!

Oh, no, God, no. He's...
Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

It's Charlie's phone.

Tell Sidney heads are gonna roll tonight.
Tell Sidney it's all because of her.

Or maybe she wants into his place.
I promise to be quick.

- It's him.
- Okay, I'm gonna get Jill.

She should be in the same place.

Just keep him on the phone,
I'll be right back, okay?

Let him go, please...

I hear you like horror movies, Kirby.
But do you like 'em as much as him?

Forget watching Stab.
You get to live it.

No, no, no, no, no.
He's the expert, it's not me.

- Warm up question: Jason's weapon?
- Uh... it's a machete.

There, you see? You do know
the genre. Michael Mayers?

Uh... butcher knife.

- Leatherface?
- A chainsaw. Please...

Just ask Sidney if you need some help.
Freddy Krueger?

Uh... uh... razor hands.

Name the movie
that started the slasher craze:

"Halloween",
"the Texas Chainsaw Massacre",

- "The Last House on the Left" or "Psycho"?
- "Psycho".

None of the above. "Peeping Tom", 1960,
directed by Michael Powell.

First movie to ever put
the audience in the killer's POV.

Wait.
No, no, no.

Please, just ask me
one more question, just one more.

Alright, Kirby. Then it's time
for your last chance question.

Name the remake of the groundbreaking
horror movie in which the villain...

"Halloween", "Texas Chainsaw",
"Dawn of the Dead", "The Hills Have Eyes",

"The Amityville Horror",
"The Last House on the Left"

"Friday the 13th", "A Nightmare
on Elm Street", "My Bloody Valentine",

"When a Stranger Calls", "Prom Night",
"Black Christmas", "House of Wax",

"The Fog", uh... "Piranha".
It's one of those, right? Right?!

I got it right. I was fucking right!

Jill?

I won, Charlie. I fucking won. I won.
He tried to beat me, but I fucking won.

It's so great...

- Wait, I'm almost there. Just hang tight.
- Kirby? He's making a move.

Four years of classes together
and you notice me now?

You stupid bitch!
It's too late!

Shh, shhhh, I know, I know.
It's okay, take your time.

Doesn't happen as fast
as it does in the movies, honey.

Charlie...

Kirby?

You know, you learn the law
when you watch movies over and over.

All the plots are about trying to kill you.

Where's Jill?

Oh, you think she's gonna get away?
You think anyone gets away?

- Jill?
- Hello, Sidney. Surprised?

Watch this. This is the part when, dear
cousin, the cameras... turn off.

- Charlie?
- Want her taken care of.

Then I got great footage
in my Robbie kill.

Better than Jenny and Marnie
and Olivia even.

Good. We'll cut and upload it later.
Make it all traceable to Trevor.

Speaking of which...
Remind you of anything?

- Jill, please...
- Shut up! Dick.

Everything I learned,
I learned from you.

You think you had a shitty boyfriend,
Sidney?

Here's one that fucks you, dumps you
and doesn't even make you famous.

What the fuck, Jill,
I loved you!

Shut the fuck up, already!

Sure those cops wanted you
to have this, Jill. For your protection.

Put it down...

Please...

Shouldn't have killed
all those people, Trev.

Gone and put it on video even.

- But it means a lot that you did it for me.
- What the fuck are you talking about?

I am not! The girl
you cheat on.

- I've gone thru everything. We're
definitely good on timeline.

Oh, yeah.
We're perfect.

No, no, no. Please.

Ready for act 3?

Have you figured it out yet, Sidney?

Keeping it to our remake theme,
Trevor is this generation's Billy Loomis...

and we're the innocent victims:
Sidney and Randy.

See, with you, the world
just heard about what happened...

but with us,
they're gonna see it.

It's gonna be a worldwide sensation.

And people gotta see this shit.
It's not like anyone reads anymore.

I gonna know fame
like you never even dreamed of.

Last two teenagers standing.

This time Randy gets the girl.

You're amazing.
And you're the perfect victim.

I was so believable today, wasn't I?
I mean,

I told so many lies,
I actually started to believe them.

I really think
that I was born for this.

How could you do this?

Do you know what it was like
growing up in this family?

Related to you?
I mean, all I ever heard was:

Sidney this and Sidney that,
and Sidney, Sidney, Sidney.

You were always so fucking special!
Well, now I'm the special one.

You'll slip, they always do.

Come on, Charlie. Let's go on with this.
You have to be strong and hold still. Ok?

Yeah, yeah, old school, like Billy and Stu.
Come on, baby, get it up. Come on.

Shoulder me, shoulder me, shoulder me.
Get it up!

Not the way we rehearsed it.

You said it, Charlie:
Billy and Stu. Trevor and you.

What the media really loves, baby,
is a sole survivor.

Just ask you know who.
Trevor was your partner...

and you,
you were the idea man.

Even your friends?

My friends? What world
are you living in? I don't need friends.

I need fans.

Don't you get it?!

This has never been about killing you.
It's about... becoming you.

I mean, for fuck's sake,
my own mother had to die,

no great loss there,
so I could stay true, to the original.

It's sick, right?
Well sick, is the new sane.

You had your 15 minutes,
now I want mine!

I mean, what am I supposed to do?

Go to college, grad school, work?
Look around,

we all live in public now,
we're all on the Internet.

How do you think
people become famous anymore?

You don't have to achieve anything.

You just gotta have fucked up shit
happen to you.

So, you do have to die Sid.
Those are the rules.

New movie, new franchise.

There's only room for one lead
and let's face it,

your ingenue days,
they're over.

Don't tell me you didn't know
this day would come.

Oh, fuck!

Come on! Let's move in!

- Check the rooms, both sides and upstairs.
- Yes Ma'am.

- Jill, can you give us a description...
- Jill, over here...

Let's get outta here...

Jill, how does it feel to be a hero?...

Jill. You made it.
That's all that matters.

True, Charlie and Trev
tried to kill me.

And I heard they killed my mommy.
And Robbie and Kirby too.

Shhh. Just lay back.
Try to rest.

- Is... is your wife...
- She's gonna be fine... She's tough.

If I ever write a book one day, I want her
to write it with me. We'd be a good team,

with our...
matching wounds and all.

We're survivors now.
I just wish Sidney was too.

Jill... they're not sure yet.
It's still touch and go.

But she's in ICU and they think
Sidney just might make it.

What?
I mean, I saw Trevor kill her.

Look, we don't know yet.
But she's hanging on.

I... I wanted to see her.

She's not awake yet. And...
she may not remember anything.

You'll have to help her with that.

All in time.
Just get some rest now, okay?

- She gonna be okay?
- Yeah, she's a strong kid.

She's gonna have to be.

She asked if you were okay. She thinks
you guys should write a book together.

- With your matching wounds.
- Why, she was stabbed in the shoulder?

How did she know I was too?

Damn...

You just won't die, will you?

Who are you, Michael fucking Mayers?
Yeah, I don't think so.

Fucking die already!

How are those stitches?

Sidney!

- Hicks, get to the Sidney Prescott's
room and call for backup!

Be right up, Sir.

- Sid? Sid.
- Dewey!

Is this how it's gonna be, Sid? The ending
of the movie was supposed to be at

the house. I mean, this is just... silly.

Consider this an alternate ending. You're
not gonna get out of this, Jill.

- Of course I will.
- Dewey?

Sid...

Easy... Wait, wait.
What about the book?

Looks like,
I'll just have to write it myself.

Goddammit!

Don't even think about shooting
or I'll blow Dewey's head off.

What, you think I won't do it?
Give me your gun!

- Do it.
- You want her?

You just had to be the hero, huh?
Give me your gun.

What are you, deaf?
Give me... your gun.

And get up.

- And keep your hands over your head.
- Don't do anything stupi...

Don't fucking tell me what to do.

- Oh, God...
- Now, get up bitch.

- Okay.
- Get up. Now!

- Okay...
- She's not gonna help you. Come on.

Let's go.
Get your skinny ass out here.

- Okay...
- I'm gonna enjoy blowing your head off.

Okay, but can I just...
have one final word?

What? Please?

No...

- Clear.
- Clear?

Clear!

You forgot the first rule of remakes, Jill:
Don't fuck with the original.

- Oh my God, Dewey.
- Uh, what hit me?

Don't ask. You ok?

- She was standing right behind?
- They always are.

- Oh, God...
- Nice one.

- Hicks, you're alive?
- Wear the vest, save your chest.

I got two officers down,
several injuries and a new suspect.

We need a doctor, Goddammit!

I don't know about you,
but I feel a whole lot better.

We're live at
Woodsboro Community Hospital,

awaiting a first public statement
from Jill Roberts, survivor.

A survivor of what is now being called
"the Woodsboro Massacre reboot"...

Jill Roberts is her name. A name
the whole world will now know...

who single-handedly put a stop to this
21st century Woodsboro killing spree...

Jill Roberts of Woodsboro, a girl
who's lifted all our spirits tonight.

An American hero,
right out of the movies.