Gale !
Gale ?
Gale !
No !
So.
Listen, Sid.
Hey, wait up !
- She's- She's fine. - I'm her therapist.
Bye, Derek.
Bye.
We better get going.
When this is all over,
I'll still be here.
You ! Prepare to die.
- You gave up your letters. - Oh, man.
I'm not- Uh, guys-
- To Troy ! We march ! - Whoo !
This is so romantic.
- And so Greek !
I was in the wrong place But it must have been the right time
I was in the right place But it must have been the wrong song
I was in the right vein But it seemed like the wrong arm
I was in the right world But it seemed like wrong, wrong, wrong
- Wrong song - Who do you love, baby ?
- Sidney. - Did you say "my Omega Kappa Beta brothers" ?
No, I said Sidney !
So, where are you taking us, anyway ?
If we tell you, we'll have to kill you.
Don't ask; don't tell.
Help me !
Oh, my God !
Outta the car, you fucker !
Get down back there ! Come on, you son-of-a-bitch !
I'll blow your fuckin' head-
- Is he dead ? - I don't think so.
- He's still breathing. - Oh !
Oh, is he dead ?
Oh, God. I think so.
- How are you supposed to get outta here ? - We're not. It's a cop car.
Hallie, it's the only way out. Help me out.
Come on.
We're jammed up against a pole.
Oh, my God.
Oh. Oh, my God.
Come on, Sid. Don't ! Sid !
God, I hate this shit.
Oh, my God. Don't do that again.
Try the window.
- Shit ! - Get me the fuck outta here, Sid.
I can't. The door's jammed. You have to go through the front.
- Oh, no fuckin' way. - Hallie, do it.
Go on. Hallie, go.
Okay.
Okay, that's right. Shh.
Okay. Okay, that's good.
Oh, right through his eye.
Come on.
That's good. Easy. Easy.
He's not gonna hurt you.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
- Hallie. - What ?
I wanna know who it is.
- Oh, no. Come on, Sid. Please ? Let's just go. - I'm going back.
Look, look. Stupid people go back.
Smart people run. We're smart people, so we should just get the fuck outta here.
Hallie, I'm sick of running.
- If we know who it is, then it's over. - No, we can just get the police.
And when we come back, he'll be gone. It'll only take a minute.
- I have to do this. - Sid. No, Sid. Come back !
Sid, come back. Shit.
- Oh, shit. - What ?
- He's gone ! - What ?
- No !
- Gale.
- No, no, no, no. This isn't what it looks like. - Get away from me.
I found Dewey. I tried to help him. I- No, no. Gale, wait.
Gale ! Gale, wait ! Gale !
Shit.
- You can't miss the street- - Help me !
- ...curfew in full effect. - Give me the goddamn phone !
- Gale. I was right in the middle of a story. - I've got your goddamn story !
- What's the matter ? - Operator, this is an emergency ! Get me the police !
- What's happening ? - The killer ! It's Cotton-fucking-Weary !
Cotton Weary ?
Hello ?
Gus ?
Hello ?
Derek ?
Derek ! Oh, God.
Thank you. Thank God, Sid. Thought I was gonna be up there till opening night.
- Shit ! Who tied these ? We gotta get outta here. - The brothers got me, Sid.
- He's out there. He killed Hallie. - What are you talking about ?
- The killer ! He's here. - Where ?
Right here.
- You're fast, Sid. - Get me down. Hurry !
I wouldn't do that if I were you. You really wanna trust your boyfriend ?
Don't you know history repeats itself ?
Hmm, Sid ?
Mickey.
Surprise, Sidney.
- What the fuck ? - Since Derek, here, disappeared on my ass,
I been on my own all fuckin' night.
- Thanks a lot, partner. - You motherfucker !
Sid, he's crazy. You know me better than that.
Come on, Sid. I gotta have a partner.
I couldn't have possibly done this alone.
- God, Derek. - Sid.
Oh, no, Sid. Sid. No, no, no, no.
It's okay, Derek. We got her.
You- Sid, he's lying !
Sid ! Sid ! Untie me.
- Sid, untie me. - Hmm ?
Boyfriend. Killer. Boyfriend. Killer.
Sid, the man is lying ! Untie me. Sid.
Untie me. Untie me.
What do you think, Derek ? Sidney experiencing some deja vu ?
No. No. I am gonna fuckin' kill you !
Fuckin' kill you ! You are dead ! Dead !
- Derek.
- Sid. - Derek.
I'm sorry.
I never...
would've... hurt you.
Never.
You should really deal with your trust issues, Sid.
I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent. And such a nice boy too.
He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was gonna be a doctor.
This was just the kind of boy you'd like to take home to Mom.
- If you had a mom. - Fuck you !
Oh ! So vulgar. Did Billy let you talk to him this way ?
Billy was a sick fuck, just like you.
No. Billy was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it.
Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to get caught. Yeah !
See, I've got my whole defense planned out.
I'm gonna blame the movies.
Pretty cool, huh ? It hasn't been done before.
You see, this is just the beginning, a prelude to the trial.
That's where the real fun is 'cause these days it's all about the trial.
Can't you see it ? The effects of cinema violence on society.
I'll get Dershovitz or Cochran to represent me.
Bob Dole on the witness stand in my defense.
Hell, the Christian Coalition'll pay my legal fees.
It's airtight, Sid.
I'm an innocent victim.
- You're a psychotic. - Yeah, well. Shh.
That'll be our little secret.
'Cause people love a good trial. It's like theater. They're dyin' for it.
And I've worked hard to give the audience what they want.
That's what Billy was good at. He knew... it's all about...
- execution. - Yeah ?
Well, you're forgetting one thing about Billy Loomis.
What's that ?
I fucking killed him.
You piece of shit !
Sid.
You got a Linda Hamilton thing going.
No, no. It's nice. I like it.
Now, who's doin' that ?
Could that be... the mystery guest waiting in the wings ?
Told ya I had a partner.
Surprise cameo just for you.
Gale.
Mrs. Loomis ?
- What ? - Billy's mother !
Nice twist, huh ? Didn't see it comin', did ya ?
Jesus.
It can't be. I've- I've seen pictures of you.
This is 60 pounds and a lot of work later.
It's called a make-over. You should try it.
Look a little tired yourself there, Gale.
- So you two are in this together ? - Yeah, well.
Had to have financing. Tuition's expensive.
Deb, there- my backer. We met on the Internet. Psycho Web site. Classifieds.
There's only an estimated 97 active serial killers in the country.
So Mickey, here, was quite a find. Definitely one on the way up.
- All he needed was a little guidance and nurturing. - As only a mother can do.
Told you it was gonna work. Wait till the trial !
It is gonna rock !
Oh, Mickey. There's not gonna be a trial.
- Gale !
Two birds, one stone.
Oh, Mickey was a good boy, but, my God, that whole blame the movies motive.
Did you buy that for one second ?
Poor boy was completely out of his mind.
- And you're not ? - No. I'm very sane.
My motive isn't as '90s as Mickey's.
Mine is just good old fashioned revenge.
You killed my son !
And now I kill you. And I can't think of anything more rational.
You're never gonna get away with this.
Of course I will.
Everything's traceable back to Mickey.
Including the cop gun he used to kill everybody.
But let's just suppose that you...
had gotten hold of the other cop's gun.
And you chased Mickey. And there was a big shoot-out and a big scuffle.
And you shot Mickey, killed Mickey dead.
But not before he got off one shot at you.
Okay. So, have I covered everything ?
Are there any questions, any comments ? You know what, though ?
Who give a flyin' fuck anyway ?
Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer. Debbie Salt doesn't exist.
You're as crazy as your son was.
What did you just say ?
Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son ? About my Billy ?
No, Billy was a good boy.
Billy was perfect. You did a bang up job, Mrs. Loomis.
It's not wise to patronize a woman with a gun, Sidney.
Randy spoke poorly of Billy, and I got a little knife happy.
I was a good mother.
You know what makes me sick ?
I'm sick to death of people saying that it's all the parent's fault.
That it all starts with the family. You wanna blame someone ?
Why don't you blame your mother ?
She's the one who stole my husband and broke up my family.
And then you took my son !
You don't know what it is to be a mother.
To raise a child and teach him... and guide him-
And abandon him.
Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead ?
Don't you fuckin' move !
- Goddammit ! - Cotton.
Okay, okay, okay. Everybody slow down.
I have had a very, very bad day,
and I would like to know exactly what the fuck is going on here ?
- Sidney ? - Cotton, meet Billy Loomis' mother.
She's the killer.
What ?
- Then who's that ? - The other killer.
- Mickey. - Okay.
- Look, Cotton- - Shut up.
So. Hi.
You're, uh, not Debbie Salt, are you ?
You're not with the Post Telegraph.
No, but I can still help you, Cotton.
Ah-ah-ah !
You don't need her. Let me kill her !
As long as she's alive, you're never gonna be the lead story.
That's what you really want, isn't it, Cotton ?
If you really wanna be in the spotlight,
just let me kill her... right now.
Then you're the only survivor. You're the star !
She sent you to prison for a year !
Personally, I think it's rather poetic.
No. No, Cotton, don't you listen to her.
Well- Well-
It's, uh, quite a predicament you're in, Sid.
- Cotton- - I mean, she makes a good point.
Let me think about this.
Maybe you should too.
Betcha that Diane Sawyer interview's lookin' real good right about now.
Huh ?
Consider it done.
Wow.
That... was intense.
Hey, Sidney, uh-
Look, I want you to know that I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.
Cotton, give me the gun.
Yeah. Okay. Sure. Take it.
Hey, Sid, we should talk about exactly what happened here.
You know- I mean, get our stories straight for the press statement.
- Oh, shit !
- Cotton. - Could somebody get me outta here ?
Gale ! Are you all right ?
I been shot. Of course not.
- Help ! - Give me your hand, Gale.
Jesus, Gale, you scared the crap outta me.
- Isn't anybody else down there, is there ? - No.
So much for reporting from the trenches, huh ?
- Shut up, Cotton. - How bad is it ?
Just bounced off my ribs.
Geez, Gale, you got more lives than a cat.
Give me one of those.
Is she dead ?
I don't know. They always come back.
Whoa !
Just in case.
- That about wraps it up, Chief. - Okay, Frank.
Take it easy. You got a couple broken ribs.
- Greg, I'm okay. - Sure.
Hey, Gale. Are you all right ?
- Joel. - I'm- I'm back.
You know, I was thinking maybe we could get the scoop like in the old days.
You're Gale Weathers... at Windsor College.
We got a live one here !
- Move it !
- Where's Gale ? - There room in that one over there ?
- Yeah ! Watch your back ! - Dewey !
- Let's go ! - Oh, God.
I can't believe you're alive.
- Are you okay ? - Gale.
You hang in there.
- Knife went into some old scar tissue.
Saved his life.
Bye-bye.
- I'm coming with you.
- Can you tell us what you saw ? - What happened in there ?
Can you tell us how it feels to be a hero ?
Talk to Cotton. He's the man you want to interview.
He's the hero.
- Cotton !
- What went on in there ? - Is it true you're a hero ?
- Details, please ! - Look, guys,
no one wants to give you the story more than I do.
Unfortunately, there is a time and a place,
and indeed, a price for everything, so feel free to call me.
Come on, Cotton. Tell us something.
Well, uh, I'll tell you one thing.
It'll make a hell of a movie. Thank you.
Life's river shall rise
She said
And only the strong shall survive, she said
But I'm feeling quite weak she said
Will you comfort and forgive me, she said
She said she's still searching
For salvation's light
Yet she wishes all day
And then she prays all night
She said she won't speak of love
'Cause love she's never known
Well, it's moments like these
When she hates to be alone
Forgive me
She said
I'm sleepin' and right in the middle of a good dream
When all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain
Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head
And spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread
I think I love you
So what am I so afraid of
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for
I think I love you Isn't that what life is made of
Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way, yeah
Believe me, you really don't have to worry
I only wanna make you happy And if you say hey, go away, I will
But I think better still I'd better stay around and love you
Do you think I have a case Let me ask you to your face
I think I love you
Yeah, I think I love you So what am I so afraid of
Afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for
I think I love you Isn't that what life is made of
Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way, yeah
I don't know what I'm up against, I don't know what it's all about
I got so much to think about Yeah
Yeah, I think I love you So what am I so afraid of
I'm afraid that I'm not sure of A love there is no cure for
Do you think you love me
I think I love you
Pain goes away I dig a hole
When it goes away I'll dig a hole
Runnin', goin' out at night
Friends they push and pull you
Burned out ground Poor flowers
Spinning, falling outta time
When it goes away I'll dig a hole
La-la-la-la, ooh
I'll dig a hole
La-la-la-la, ooh
When it goes away
I'm reminded
Someone thought they knew me
That I hadn't changed at all
Wrapped up in a picture perfect package
That just stands up way too tall
Because they see my world
Ooh, through the eyes of sand
You walk in desert, Baby, you're a polished stone
Ooh, oh
You don't know my world
Ah-ah
You walk in the desert
And I walk in the desert
Yeah, I walk in the desert
Scream !
Could be your best friend. Could be your enemy.
Scream I hear him coming
I see him coming I hear him coming, Peace
Y'all be trippin' Man, the ghetto got me I know it
I be like eyes open, turnin' With both of my toys on him
These daydreams sometimes turn to nightmares
I be trying to shake it but it seem to be like right there
I know some homies who made deals for a short time to live good
But when its all over you should see the data that'll put 'em out the hood
One, two I'm comin' for you
Three, four I'm kickin' up in your door
This whole life it seem to be a bad dream
Scream as loud as you want but ain't nobody gonna hear your scream
Scream I hear him coming
I see him coming I hear him coming