Anyone, including the main character, can die. This means you, Sid.
I'm sorry. It's the final chapter.
It could be fuckin' Reservoir Dogs by the time this thing is through.
The past will come back to bite you in the ass.
Whatever you think you know about the past, forget it. The past is not at rest!
Any sins you think were committed in the past are about to break out and destroy you.
So in closing, let me say...
good luck, Godspeed,
and for some of you, I'll see you soon.
'Cause the rules say some of you ain't gonna make it. I didn't.
Not if you're watching this tape.
Thank you.
You be careful. Say hi to your folks.
You be careful too, Sid.
Bye, Dewey. Come visit us soon.
- I will, Martha. Thank you. - Bye.
- I've got an idea. I'll hook up with you guys later. - Want us to come with you?
I work better alone. You try to figure out where those other pictures were taken.
- I can see nothing's changed. - Nah.
Oh, shit.
Hello!
- Jeez. - What the hell are you doing?
- Being Gale Weathers. What the hell are you doing? - I am Gale Weathers.
Here's how I see it. I've got no house, no bodyguard, no movie, and I'm being stalked.
Because someone wants to kill me? No, because someone wants to kill you.
Starting now, I go where you go. That way, if someone wants to kill me, I'll be with you.
And since they really want to kill you, they won't kill me, they'll kill you.
- Make sense? - None.
You know, in the movies I play you as being much smarter.
And as a sane person. For you, that must be quite a stretch.
- That's funny. - Ha!
- Need to get into that building? - Yeah.
- Is there a story in that building? - Maybe.
Gale Weathers would find a way.
Bitch. All right, wait.
- Just... - Don't tell me what to do.
Basements, wow.
Basements creep me out.
You'd make a fascinating interview.
Hello?
Hi. Excuse me. I am Gale Weathers,
and I'm here researching with the police... this photo.
It was taken at the studio. Her name is Maureen Prescott. Back then it was Roberts.
- Hey, are you... - No.
- But you look just... - Like her? I've been hearing it all my life.
- It's uncanny. - I was up for Princess Leia.
I was this close. So, who gets it? The one who sleeps with George Lucas.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject for you.
Sure, you didn't. None of them did.
So, how can I help you? Or do you want me to tell you who you look like?
Hmph. How 'bout some information on Maureen Roberts?
I don't work for the cops, sweetie. I work for the studio.
Really. Well, would you work for...
the President?
The president... of the studio.
Fifty dollars?
Who are you? A reporter for Woodsboro High?
It's worth two grand.
Are you gonna help Gale Weathers or not?
I know every face in here.
I got a respect for the unknown actor.
If they're looking for Maureen Roberts, they're never gonna find her.
Rina Reynolds they will.
Rina Reynolds.
Stage name.
You should talk, Judy Jurgenstern.
What are these movies?
Amazombies, Space Psycho, Creatures from the San Andreas Fault.
Horror pictures back in Milton's heyday.
Back in what?
John Milton, the horror producer? Those were his movies.
Come on, Sid.
Oh, my God! Sidney Prescott!
Oh, my God! I'm Angelina Tyler. I'm you! I mean, I'm not.
I mean, I was.
L-I thought,
well, if there's no movie, no one would care if I took some souvenirs.
Souvenirs?
I may never win another role,
so these may be my only memories, you know, of Hollywood.
I know it's weird 'cause it's your life and all, but...
I wanted to make you proud, Sidney.
Oh. Well, I'm sure I would've been.
The real Sidney. The real person.
I wish...
I wish it would've worked out.
Hey...
Angelina?
Hello?
Close call.
What are you doing here?
It occurred to me that I've never snuck through your bedroom window.
See what you do to me?
What you've done to me.
About the, uh, sex stuff?
You know, I'm not trying to rush you at all.
Would you settle for a PG-13 relationship?
Dewey!
Sidney, I'm in here.
Over here.
Yes. Mother will protect you from the bogeyman.
Come into the bedroom.
Hide in Mommy's bed.
I lied, Sidney. I can't protect you at all.
You don't deserve to be protected! You didn't protect me!
You did your mom a favor. That woman was a slutbag whore...
who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone.
'Cause let's face it, Sidney, your mother was no Sharon Stone.
Sidney's mother was fucking my father. - Sid, where are you?
Dewey! Dewey, help me!
Sidney? Give Mommy a kiss and we'll make up.
- No! - Sidney!
Sid!
Sid, are you okay? What happened?
The killer's in the house, Dewey. He's upstairs.
- And my mother... - Let's go, let's go.
I heard her voice. I saw her, Dewey.
Upstairs. Come on, let's go. - It's okay, Sid.
You weren't supposed to go in that house. It's all set up for the murder scene.
- I'm sorry you had to see that. - He was in there.
- He was in there, I swear, I swear. - You know I believe you.
- What happened? - Kincaid, hey. There's nobody up here.
Come on.
Okay, so I stole the mask, whatever.
Didn't know you got the gas chamber for that.
- You stole the mask? - I took it.
You took the mask or you stole the mask?
- I took it as like a souvenir. - Don't look at me. I didn't take shit.
I know he was there. I am not dreaming, I am not crazy.
- He was there in Woodsboro. - That's not Woodsboro, Sidney.
You know what I mean. But he was there. He or she, or whoever this is.
We're gonna take you back to the station, keep you under watch.
Put you in a safe house. Whatever it takes.
Come on.
It's all right, Sid. We all believe you.
- He's watching. - And he wants you.
- Hey, Dew. - Dew.
- Come on, we have to go catch up with Sid. - Take a look at this first.
- Someone we know? - Where'd you get this?
We got it. Archives.
- Sidney's mother was an actress. Three movies. - Horror movies.
- You want to know who produced all three? - Who?
There'll be other movies, Roman.
Not only did they kill the film, but they killed my cast.
Nobody's gonna want to work with me. Variety called me a pariah.
I don't even know what a pariah is.
Why couldn't someone have killed the cast from Stab 1? Huh?
Or Stab 2? Why me? What... John, what did we do wrong?
Hollywood is full of criminals whose careers are flourishing.
I'm not a criminal! I was questioned.
Yeah, but that's all. I was questioned. That's it.
- It's good for your mystique. - You think it will help me get work?
Roman. John.
Jennifer, and guests. To what do I owe the honor?
Rina Reynolds. - Rina Reynolds? Who's Rina Reynolds?
Why don't you head to the house? Tell everybody not to cut the cake without me.
Oh, God, I forgot. Your birthday.
- Yeah, as if life isn't tragic enough. - Happy birthday, Roman.
Shut the doors behind you, please.
So, you knew Sidney Prescott's mother.
- Who? - Rina Reynolds?
Ahh. Do you know how many actors have worked for me?
Hundreds. Thousands.
- We didn't say she was an actor. - Good catch.
- So what's the point? - Uh, no point.
I'm just gonna give Detective Kincaid a call.
I remember. She was a bit player in a couple of my movies.
A nobody. So what does it matter?
Oh, come on. You have made millions off the story of her murder.
You're obsessed with her, and you're obsessed with her daughter!
Easy, Geraldo. Why don't you tell us the truth?
What the hell are you guys getting at? I make horror films, that's what I do.
The studio came to me with Stab.
They came to me. Check it out.
- But you knew who she was. - When we did the first Stab,
I realized I had known Maureen Prescott before. I mean, as Rina.
I couldn't tell anyone. Can you imagine the press?
And now? I mean, murders on your set,
- and still you say nothing? - Get real.
- That would make me a suspect. - Just because you knew her?
- Yeah. - I don't think so.
Just what did happen to Maureen when she was in Hollywood?
Now, you listen to me, Lois Lane. Let it go. It's dead and buried.
How would you like to see it dug up on national TV?
Why don't you tell me what happened?
It was in the '70s. Everything was different.
I was well-known for my parties.
Rina knew what they were.
It was for girls like her to meet men. Men who could get them parts...
if they made the right impression.
Nothing happened to her that she didn't invite in one way or another,
no matter what she said afterwards.
- Are you saying she... - I'm saying things got out of hand.
Maybe they did take advantage of her. Maybe the sad truth is...
this is not the city for innocents.
No charges were brought. And the bottom line is...
Rina Reynolds wouldn't play by the rules.
You wanna get ahead in Hollywood? You gotta play the game, or go home.
What do you know about trilogies?
You mean, like movie trilogies?
You seem to like movies, Detective.
Call me Mark, would you? 'Cause I'm gonna keep calling you Sidney.
I'll call you Mark when you catch the killer, Detective.
All I know about movie trilogies is that in the third one...
all bets are off.
Did you request this case?
No. They tend to put me on the ones that deal with the business.
I grew up here, and I know my way around the studios.
Huh.
Must be exciting. Beautiful place, beautiful people.
To me, Hollywood is about death.
Excuse me?
I'm a homicide detective, remember?
And when you see what I see, day in and day out,
the violence that people do to each other,
you get haunted.
I think you know about that.
What do you mean?
I know what it's like to see ghosts that don't go away.
To be watching a scary movie in your head, whether you want to or not.
Watching it alone.
Ghosts are tough. You can't shoot ghosts.
Can't arrest ghosts.
But the best way to stop being haunted is to be with people.
You're here, you're not hiding. You've done the right thing, Miss Prescott.
What did you know about your mother?
I always thought I had the perfect mom.
Perfect family.
Till I found out I was wrong. She, um...
She had a secret life, and I tried to understand that, and, um,
soon as I thought that I had, more secrets.
I don't know who my mom was.
You know who she was to you.
Here's the deal.
I'm off to search the set. I think what you saw is real. That's the good news.
How is that good news?
Because that means we're dealing with an ordinary flesh-and-blood killer.
- I know how to handle guys like that. - Oh, yeah? How?
Catch him... or kill him.
Hey, Detective.
What's your favorite scary movie?
My life.
Mine too.
We have to think. Strategize.
- Milton's the key to everything. - He's a pervert, he's not a killer.
He's gotta be involved somehow. We should follow him.
We're gonna go back to the precinct and tell Kincaid and Sidney what we found out.
My Gale would be much more aggressive.
My Gale would suspect everybody.
- My Gale would... - Shut up!
- Riley here. - Dewey, it's Sidney.
- Hey, Sid. I'm with Gale. We're on our way to see you. - No.
Listen, I'm not at the station. John Milton called me and said he had something to tell me.
Something about my mom. I'm going to meet him at his house.
Wait, Sid, I'm not so sure that's a good idea.
It's okay. Kincaid's with me. I've got official big-time...
L.A.P.D. Protection, but I'd feel better if you were there.
- We're on our way, but still, Sid... - Thanks.
What?
Looks like we're going to that party after all.
Hey, guys. Come on in. Join the party.
Yeah, well, actually, we're here to see Sidney.
- Really? Sidney's here. - Where?
- Where's Sidney? - She's right there!
Jesus! Not "Sidney,"Sidney.
Like I'm "Gale" and she's Gale.
- Sidney Prescott? - Yeah.
- No, I'd never invite her here. - She's on her way.
Well, the more the merrier.
God, this house is incredible.
It's old Hollywood.
Yeah, could the dude have more money?
Supposedly, Milton has a secret screening room...
that was like the scene back in the '70s, you know.
It was, like, drinks and drugs, and girls, and movies and shit.
Wow! Wish I could've seen it.
Big old screening room shouldn't be too hard to find. I'm gonna go check this place out.
Whoa! Just one damn minute. There's a psycho killer on the loose.
And you want to go traipsing around this gigantic mansion?
Have you ever actually seen the Stab movies?
Every time this dude enters a room, he ends up a goddamn shish kebab.
- I'll go with you, Roman. - There you go. You guys wanna come?
It'll be okay. We're gonna stick together.
- You're not stickin'. Wait up. - We're gonna stay here and wait for Sid.
We'll be right back!
If, if you were a screening room,
where would you be?
I bet in the basement.
I don't like basements.
Ooh, it's spooky.
- Ooh, Weredad. - Damn, it's dark in here.
I loved that movie. - Forget the movie! What if Milton's crazy,
and he's gonna jump outta his screening room with a sling blade or something?
- He won't. - You sure about that?
- What's down there? - Zombies and aliens.
You know, what you look like without makeup, Jennifer.
- Stop pretending I wasn't the best you've ever had. - Stop pretending I even remember.
Stop pretending!
Roman?
- Any sign of her? - No.
This is so strange.
It sure is.
- Do you have caller I.D. On your cell phone? - Yeah.
Use it and press "send."
What the hell?
What is this thing?
Is this what he...
Hell...
Dewey, he's got our voices.
He's got Sid's.
He's got us all.
- Oh, my God. We gotta find her. - Come on.
All right, take the gun.
Go find Roman and Jennifer. I'm gonna get the others.
- Be careful. - You too.
Tyson! Angelina! You up there?
Roman!
Tyson!
Angelina!
Damn it!
Aah! Okay, come on. We gotta get out of here.
- Where's Angelina? - I don't know.
- She went in here, I came in after her, now she's gone. - Great.
- What's wrong? - Looks like Stab 3 is back in production.
Roman!
Jennifer!
Roman!
Jennifer!
Roman?
- Is he dead? - Yeah, very.
Dewey! Dewey!
Dewey?
Dewey!
God, I'm sorry. Look, I found a secret passage.
Roman's dead.
- What? What? - The killer's here. Come on.
- Let go of me! I'm getting out of here! - You're not safe alone!
Listen to me!
I did not fuck that pig Milton...
to get a leading role just to die here with second-rate celebrities like you two!
- Gale! I'm up here. - Come on.
- Dewey! - You guys should get out too.
It's crazy to still be here.
Come on!
Dewey!
- Gale, Jennifer, up here. - Dewey, here.
- He got Roman and Angelina too. - We'll be safer if we stick together, won't we?
Of course. Why...
What's goin' on? Oh, shit!
- Hey! - Dewey!
Dewey!
No!
Police! Help! Help!
Police! Help!
Oh, you motherfucker!
Damn!
Dewey! Dewey!
Behind the mirror, Dewey!
Gale! Get away! Dewey!
- Do you hear something? - Get away from me, you asshole. You don't scare me.
Look, Gale. The mirror's moving.
- Gale! Gale! - Stand back, Gale.
You can't kill me. I'm the killer in Stab 3. I'm the killer!
Gale, cover!
Dewey!
Tyson!
- Tyson! - I'm gonna check down here. You call for help.
Okay.
Tyson!
- Tyson? - Any sign of him?
- No. - All right. I'm gonna check out front.
Dew...
Gale!
Dewey?
Gale!
- Who is this? - Dewey, it's me.
Gale... where are you?
- I'm in the basement. I'm trapped. - Where?
There's a door in the kitchen.
Hurry.
Wait. How do I know this is you, Gale, and not the killer?
Dewey, open the fucking door. It's me.
Well, don't you think that's what the killer would say?
Come on. He's out cold... at the bottom of the stairs.
Hey!
Dewey. Dewey.
All right, all right. It's pizza, not a party.
Everybody get back to work. Anybody seen my fuckin' partner?
Hey, Morgan, what did you pay?
Hello? Hello?
- Who is this? - Who is this?
- Um, who's calling? - Um, who's calling?
Gale, Dewey, whoever, call me back. I can only hear myself.
I only hear you too, Sidney.
- Who is this? - The question isn't who I am.
Who's with me?
- Sidney, stay away! - Sidney!
Don't do it. If you do one thing to attract attention to yourself,
one thing, I'll kill them both.
Now, do you have somewhere we can be... alone?
- Yes. - Yeah. Go there.
Oh, it's hard being friends with you, Sidney.
When you're friends with Sidney, you die.
Well, these friends don't have to, Sidney. It's up to you.
- How do I know their voices are... - Are real?
How do you know you're not hearing things?
How do you know I'm not someone in your head? Somewhere you know.
- Don't come here, Sidney! - Dewey!
- Or do you? - You're dead.
I don't want them. I want you.
It's simple. You show yourself, they survive. You run, they die.
Oh, God!
Don't you wanna know, Sidney, who killed her?
Don't you wanna know who killed your mother?
- Seen Kincaid? - Yeah, I saw him go out.
Where?
She'd have been so happy, Sidney, to know we'd be together.
- Where? - I'll call you when you're on your way.
Shit. Shit.
Shit.
Holy shit.
- What? - You follow directions well, Sidney.
Now, welcome to the final act.
See that metal detector? Use it.
All over, Sidney. Everywhere.
The other leg too.
Show it to me.
Throw it in the pool.
Now, come inside, Sidney.
No fucking way. How do I know they're not dead already?
They're right inside, waiting for you.
Look for yourself.
Now that we're all here, the party can begin.
- Dewey. - Sid.
- Where is he? - I don't know.
He's right there!
Oh, shit.
Think again.
It's your turn to scream, asshole.
Yeah!
It's okay. Just give me a second.
Okay. Hurry, Sid.
Sidney?
Where is he?
Be careful!
I heard shots. Tyson's dead. What's goin' on?
- What're you doin' here, Kincaid? - Lookin' for you.
Tyson said there was a party here tonight, and I thought, "Uh-oh.
Third act celebration." Thought I better check it out.
Alone? Where's your partner?
Hey, Miss Prescott.
I'm here to help. Put the gun down.
No!
Sid! Wake up, Sid! Sid, come on!
- Wake up! - Sidney!
- Shoot him, Sid. - Sidney.
- Sid. - Shoot the fucker!
Shoot him!
You want me, motherfucker? Come and get me.
Run!
Sid.
Come in here... please.
It's just me, Sid.
Oh, I was so pretty.
Everybody loved me.
Have you missed me, Sidney?
Would you like to hold me one last time?
What's the matter? What are you staring at?
Don't you remember your... Mother?
Chuckling.
You're not going anywhere, Sidney.
It's time you came to terms with me and with Mother.
Maybe you never knew her at all, Sidney.
Maybe you just can't get past the surface of things.
- Who the hell are you? - The other half of you.
I searched for a mother too, an actress named Rina Reynolds.
Tried to find her my whole life.
And four years ago, I actually tracked her down.
Knocked at her door, thinking she'd welcome me with open arms,
Maureen Prescott.
You were the only child she claimed, Sidney.
She shut me out in the cold forever.
Her own son.
Roman Bridger, director. And brother.
She slammed the door in my face. She said I was Rina's child, and Rina was dead.
And it struck me.
What a good idea! So I watched her.
I made a little home movie.
A little family film.
It seems Maureen... Mom...
She really got around. I mean, Cotton was one thing.
Everybody knew about that.
But Billy's father? That was the key.
Your boyfriend didn't like seeing his daddy in my film too much. He didn't like it at all.
But once I supplied the motivation, all the kid needed was a few pointers.
Have a partner to sell out in case you get caught, find someone to frame.
It was like he was making a movie.
You. This is all because of you.
I'm a director, Sid.
- I direct. - Oh.
I had no idea... they were gonna make a film of their own.
What a film it turned out to be, huh?
I mean, introducing Sidney, the victim.
Sidney, the survivor. Sidney, the star!
- Oh. - All right. You're gonna be all right. Just apply pressure.
Here, take this. Get the son of a bitch.
Let's go.
Fine, you got what you wanted, hero and villain face-to-face.
- You know what happens now? The villain dies! - Exactly! But,
I'm not the villain, Sid, you are.
Here he is, the man who gave away your mother's innocence.
Huh? What he did to her made her a slut.
Didn't it? Huh?
She never recovered from that night, right here in this room.
They fucked her three ways from Sunday. Ruined her life.
Ruined yours too, didn't it, Sid?
You hate him, Sid?
Come on, I know you do. I'm sure you do.
I know who you are.
I know what happened to my mother, and understand, I'm gonna make you pay!
That's what the police are gonna find on Milton's answering machine...
right next to his lifeless, mutilated corpse.
- What? Can't hear ya. - You don't have to do this. Just tell me what you want.
I can make it happen. Any picture. Name your budget. Script approval.
- Final cut! - I already have it.
No!
God! You spineless bastard!
No, Sid, that would be you. You did it all.
You did it, you called them all. Even your closest... friends.
Living in total isolation, the pressure of another movie about you,
the discovery that Milton destroyed Mommy dearest,
you finally just snapped!
One, two, three!
And who's our hero, huh? The sole survivor.
Who's the one who bravely faced down the psychopath and killed her with her own knife?
You're gonna pay for the life you stole from me, Sid.
For the mother, and for the family, and for the stardom and...
Goddamn it! Everything you have that should've been mine!
Why don't you stop your whining and get on with it? I've heard this shit before!
- Stop! - You know why you kill people, Roman? Do you?
- I don't wanna hear it! - 'Cause you choose to! There is no one else to blame!
- Stop! Fucking damn it! - Why don't you take some fucking responsibility?
- Fuck you! - Fuck you!
Sid? Sidney?
Sidney?
Sidney!
Leave her alone!
Dewey, do something!
- Stand back! - Dewey!
Sid!
Sid.
Sid?
Where is he?
Hey.
- Lose something? - Found something.
There's gotta be another way in there! Come on!
You hurt her, I swear I'll kill you!
Dewey!
Down this way. There's another hallway.
There's another door down here.
This thing's not budging.
Look around for something heavy. Go that way. - Okay!
I shot you.
I guess we think alike.
Mother's dead.
And there is nothing you can do about that.
I still got to make my movie.
Stab 3, right?
Kincaid, hang in there.
Roman?
It was Roman?
Be careful, Sid. Randy said the killer's always superhuman.
Yeah, well, he wasn't superhuman, Dewey.
He wasn't superhuman at all.
- You can't fuckin' kill me! - Head!
- Head! Head, Dewey! - What?
Head! Shoot him in the head.
Thanks.
No problem.
Oh.
Look.
Come on, Cherokee. Come on.
- Yeah, she's doin' great. - Yeah.
Look.
What are you doing with that?
Um, will you sign it for me, Gale?
You hate that book.
Besides, I'm done with that kind of reporting.
For me. Will you sign it for me?
You're a nut.
Mmm. Okay.
- Will you? - Dewey.
I know it'll never work, and you know it'll never work.
But, what I'm asking is... just to see if we're wrong.
We don't know everything, Gale.
I mean, you think you do, but...
You're a brave man, Dewey Riley.
I'm really scared right now.
Inside.
Sid, we've been waiting for you. We're gonna start a movie.
- What kind of movie? - You have to come and see.