- Shit!
Help me, somebody! Help me!
Help me!
No, Jamie. Uh, watch out.
Watch out, Jamie. You know he's around.
You... You know...
Look, there he is. I told you.
I told you he was right around the corner.
Jamie. Jamie.
Jamie, look behind you. Look behind you.
Turn around. Behind you.
All the time! Behind you!
Behind you, Jamie.
Jamie, turn around. Ohh! God! Yeah.
Help me! Help!
- Let me in!
- The killer's coming after me! He's in the house! - Where? Wait.
- There's a camera in the house. Look. - Behind you!
- Oh, my God. No. - Oh, shit.
Jamie. Jamie.
- Behind you, kid! - Randy!
- Behind ya! - Look around!
- Shit. - What?
- We're on 30-second delay. - Oh, my God.
Aaaah!
The... door.
Aaah!
- Is there a phone in the van? - Yeah.
Lock yourself in it. Call the sheriff for backup.
Be careful!
- Neil?
Mr. Prescott?
Shit!
Oh!
Kenny, I need the cellular!
Kenny!
- Kenny! - Kenny! Kenny!
- 9-1-1.
- What's going on? - Ooh! Aah!
Aaaah!
Oh, God!
Oh!
Oh, God, Kenny, I'm sorry, but get off my fucking windshield!
- Stop!
Oh, God!
Dewey!
- Dewey, where are you?
Dewey!
Sidney?
Dewey!
Shit!
7825, suspect at 105 North Avenue 52.
Hello. Help me, please. I'm at Stu Marker's house on Turner Lane.
It's 261 Turner Lane. Please, he's going to try and kill me.
Sidney! Sidney!
Jesus, we've got to get the fuck out of here!
- Stop right there! - Don't shoot. It's me! I found Tatum. She's dead.
- I think Stu did it. - Don't listen to him, Sidney!
- Stay back! - Stu did it.
- He killed Billy. He killed my Tatum. - You did it!
- He killed my Tatum! - No, I didn't! - You lie!
Sidney, baby, please, give me that gun!
Give me that gun! Christ, man!
No, I didn't. Sid, he did it!
He did it, Sidney! Please, I didn't do it. He did it. Please!
- Please, Sidney. Oh! - Fuck you both!
- Please! - No! No! Sidney!
- Open up! He did it!
Help me! He's going crazy!
- Sidney! Go away!
Sidney?
Leave me alone.
- Sid. - Billy.
Oh! Billy. Billy. Are you okay?
- I'm okay. - I thought you were dead.
No, I'm like a stuck pig, but I'm all 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 gun. Give me the gun. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
Careful.
- Please help me! - Come in, come in!
Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!
We all go a little mad sometimes.
- No, Billy! - Oh, fuck!
Anthony Perkins, "Psycho."
Mmm.
Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pig's blood in "Carrie."
Stu.
Help me, please.
Surprise, Sidney.
- No! - Ooh!
Oh, now. Whoa.
What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Why are you doing this?
It's all part of the game, Sidney.
- It's called "Guess How I'm Gonna Die." - Fuck you!
No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember?
- You lost. - It's a fun game, Sidney.
See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong,
"boo-kah," you die!
You get it right, you die.
- You're crazy, both of you. - Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."
- You'll never get away with this. - Oh, no?
Tell that to Cotton Weary.
You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.
Watch a few movies, take a few notes.
- It was fun. - No!
- Whoa! - Where're you goin'?
Why?
- Why did you kill my mother?
Why? Why?
Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive.
I don't really believe in motive, Sid.
- I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive? - No.
Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so!
See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid.
We did your mom a favor, Sid.
That woman was a slut-bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone.
Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney,
your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?
Is that motive enough for you?
How about this?
Your slut mother was fucking my father,
and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me.
How's that for a motive?
Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior.
It certainly 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. Oooh!
I said "virgin." Whoops!
Now you gotta die. Those are the rules.
Let's pretend it's all a scary movie, Sid. How do you think it's gonna end?
Oh! Oh! This is the greatest part! You're gonna love this.
We got a surprise for you, Sidney.
Yeah, you're gonna love this one. It's a scream, baby!
Hold on a sec. I'll be right back.
You know what time it is, Sid?
It's after midnight.
It's your mom's anniversary. Congratulations.
We killed her exactly one year ago today.
Attention! Oh, what do we have behind door number three, Sidney?
- Daddy! - Whoa, hold it.
That's enough.
- Guess we won't be needing this anymore. - Uh-huh!
And, oh, look at this. Ring, ring. Won't need this.
Got the ending figured out yet, Sid?
Come on, Sidney. You think about it now, huh?
Your daddy's the chief suspect. We cloned his cellular.
- The evidence is all right there, baby! - What if your father snapped?
Your mother's anniversary set him off, and he went on a murder spree, killing everyone.
Except for Billy and me. We were left for dead.
Then he... kills you...
and shoots himself in the head.
- Perfect ending. - I thought of that.
Watch this.
- Ready? - Yeah. Yeah! I'm ready, baby!
Right! Get up! Yeah, babe, get up! Hit it!
Good one, man. Jesus.
Oh, shit.
My turn.
Don't forget. Stay to the side and don't go too deep.
Okay. I'll remember.
Aaah! Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck! Goddamn it, Stu!
Sorry, Billy. I guess I got a little too zealous, huh?
- Give 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 and plan the sequel,
'cause let's face it, baby, these days ya gotta have a sequel!
You sick fucks. You've seen one too many movies.
Now, Sid, don't you blame the movies.
Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!
Stop it, Billy, would you? All right?
I can't take any more. I feel a little woozy here!
All right. All right, you get the gun.
I'll untie Pops, okay?
- Now! - Okay.
Um. Uh...
Houston, we... we have a problem here.
- What? - The gun, man. The gun.
I put it right there, and it's not there.
- Where the fuck is it? - Right here, asshole.
- Man, 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 dipshits,
finds the gun,
foils your plan and saves the day.
I like that ending.
I know something you don't.
Fuck. No!
Yeah, man.
Yeah. Aw, so sweet.
- It works better without the safety on.
This is Gale Weathers signing off.
Babe, you're gonna love this!
Shit.
What?
- Where are they? Where are they?
I don't know, but I'm hurtin', man.
- Fuck!
Shall I let the machine get it?
- Hello? - Are you alone in the house?
Bitch! You bitch! Where the fuck are you?
Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game.
It's called "Guess Who Just Called The Police And Reported Your Sorry Motherfucking Ass."
- Find her, you dipshit. Get up. - 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 gonna rip you up, you bitch, just like your 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 really call the police? - You bet your sorry ass I did.
My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.
Aaah! Bitch!
Aaah!
Aah!
Ohh! My arm!
I always had a thing for ya, Sid!
- Bitch. - In your dreams.
- I'm sorry. It's all right.
Oh, my God, Randy, I thought you were dead.
I probably should be. I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin.
- Fucker!
- Say hello to your mother.
Aaah!
It's okay.
Guess I remembered the safety that time, you bastard.
Careful.
This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life...
for one last scare.
Not in my movie.
Dad.
Randy, help me out.
- Ow. Aah. - Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Hang in there, buddy. - All right.
- Over here. - Sorry, kid.
Okay, I think it's going to go something like this. Just stay with me.
- Hi, this is Gale Weathers...
with an exclusive eyewitness account of this amazing breaking story.
Several more local teens are dead...
bringing to an end the harrowing mystery of the mass killing...
that has terrified this peaceful community...
like the plot of some scary movie.
It all began with a scream over 9-1-1...
and ended in a bloodbath that has rocked the town of Woodsboro,
all played out here in this peaceful farmhouse...
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.
Love comes down upon us and it flows like water
Burning with the hope of insight
There the books, the colors of a bright elation
Stolen in the sight of love
We are, we are, we are We're just children
Fighting our way around indecision
We are, we are, we are rather helpless
Stay kids forever A whisper to a scream
Birds fly in the eye of the faithless daughters
Spoken at the bitter end
Wasted, sacrificed for the new nirvana
Nighttime sends us all above
We are, we are, we are We're just children
Fighting our way around indecision
We are, we are, we are rather helpless
Stay kids forever A whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
A whisper to a scream
We are, we are, we are We're just children
Fighting our way around indecision
We are, we are, we are rather helpless
Stay kids forever A whisper to a scream
- Whisper to a scream - A whisper to a scream
- Whisper to a scream - Whisper to a scream
Whisper to a scream
Look outside of my window
But all I see is the rain come down
A pink umbrella and a bit of her lace
Is all I need and I'll come, come
I don't care if you don't care
The world looks just fine to me
Don't be shy and I'll show you, baby
What's it like to be free
I don't care if you don't care
The world looks just fine to me
Don't be shy and I'll show you, baby
What it's like to be free
I don't care if you don't care
The world looks just fine to me
Don't be shy and I'll show you, baby
What it's like to be free
- Don't be shy - Told you, baby
Don't be shy