Troy has fallen,
not by my hand or wish,
but as I foresaw.
So now, fate's vengeful eye...
is fixed...
on me:
Tell us, o Cassandra, where has the sweetness...
of life gone?
What stays fate's hand from striking now at thee?
What stays fate's hand from thee?
All right, hold it. Hold it!
Everyone, take five.
Sidney?
Sid. Your escort has arrived.
- Derek, how long have you been here? - I just got here.
- Is everything okay? What's goin' on? - What happened to Mickey?
We swapped. He had to edit. You get me instead. What happened?
Derek, don't.
Don't. L-I just need to be alone right now, okay?
Being alone is not the answer, Sid.
Yeah, well, I think it is.
I need some distance.
Well, do I get a say in this?
No.
I guess I'm supposed to be... understanding.
Yeah.
You got it.
All right. Let's just assume the killer is repeating Woodsboro...
Yes?
- I have Bob calling. - I'll have to call you back.
That doesn't explain Sidney's attack.
Sidney wasn't killed in Woodsboro.
Wasn't for a lack of trying.
The killer's trying to finish what was started.
- Sid's under protection, right? - Yeah.
What?
- Bob really needs to talk to you... - Tell Bob I'll call him back.
- When'd she start smoking? - Ever since those nude pictures on the internet.
It was just my head. It was Jennifer Aniston's body.
Anyway, you're forgetting something.
I n Woodsboro, there were more victims before the homestretch...
Tatum, my cameraman, Himbry...
Time out! I don't need to be hearing about no dead cameramen, all right?
I'm warning you guys. I am a verb away from vacatin'these premises.
I'm gonna get me some coffee, donuts, Prozac,
see if I can find some crack, Special K... "X", not Malcolm...
and I'll be back when you guys start talking about something...
a little more Saved By The Bell-ish, all right?
- He seems a little shaky. - Don't worry about him.
If the killer is following a pattern, maybe we can figure out who's next.
I wouldn't follow a killer's pattern.
We were all involved in Woodsboro. Could be any one of us.
So what do you wanna do, bonehead? Sit here, wait and see who drops next?
Well, I don't know. "Phonehead."
Gale's not here!
I'm not interrupting anything, am I?
You three look deep in thought.
Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?
It's him.
- Who? - The killer.
He can see us.
- J ust keep him on the phone. - What do you want me to say?
L-I don't know. J ust keep him talking. Come on, Gale.
- Uh... Hi. - What are we doing?
Look for somebody with a cell phone.
- So what's your favourite scary movie? - You'll never find me.
What do you care? Let 'em have their fun.
So, uh... What's up?
What's your favourite scary movie?
Showgirls. Absolutely frightening. What's yours?
- What's your problem? - Sorry.
Wait. Let me guess. The House On Sorority Row?
Dorm That Dripped Blood? Splatter University?
Graduation Day? Final Exam?
- Am I close? - Closer than you think.
Too slow, geek. Do you want to die?
Is that the best you can do? Because Billy and Stu were much more original.
- Gimme that! - Hey!
- Who's this? - Who's this?
- Gale Weathers, author of The Woodsboro Murders. - Who?
Come on.
Okay.
He's gotta be around here someplace.
He's just playing with us.
White male suspect... nine o'clock.
- My clock or your clock? - Your clock.
I'll go around the back.
Why are you even here, Randy?
You'll never be the leading man.
Fuck you!
No matter how hard you try, you'll never be the hero,
and you'll never, ever get the girl.
- Wait! - Shit! Sorry.
- Hey, man... - Wrong guy, dead boy.
Oh, yeah? Well, let's redirect a moment, Mr I'm-So-original.
- What's she doing? - I don't know.
Hey! Ah!
- What just happened? - What the hell are you doing?
- A citizen's arrest... - Can I help you?
- Hello? Hello? - Sorry. Beg your pardon.
Where's your innovation? Why copycat two high school loser-ass dickheads?
Stu was a pussy-ass wet rag.
And Billy Loomis... Billy Loomis! What the fuck!
Jesus! What a rat-lookin', homo-repressed mama's boy!
Why not set your goals higher, huh?
You wanna be one of the big boys? Huh?
Manson, Bundy, o.J., Son...
- Where's Randy? - I don't know. This guy just grabbed me.
- I'm okay, Mom. - I don't see him.
Randy!
Ah!
What's goin' on?
Yo, man. Who broke my window?
Did your computer just freeze?
You have an instant message, that's all. Just hit "alt-M."
Yeah, but I'm not signed on.
Someone here in the library. All the terminals are connected.
- He's here. - Shit.
Get here away from the computer. Sid, it's probably just a sick joke.
- May I see your screen, please. - Wait right here.
Yeah.
Psst! Sid, you okay?
- Cotton. - Can we talk for a sec?
Um, this, this isn't a good time.
Come on, Sid. You sent me to prison.
I did over a year for you. You can give me two minutes.
Cotton, I'm sorry. Every day I'm sorry. I don't know how to apologize any more.
Don't be sorry. Sorry-schmarry, Sid. I have the solution to all our problems.
What are you talking about?
First of all, forget Gale Weathers.
She doesn't get it. She doesn't see the story.
She wouldn't see the story if it smacked her in the side of the head.
I mean, have you read that book? Which brings me to my point.
Who calls me out of the blue, but Diane Sawyer.
Believe me, I was as shocked as you are.
She tells me that if you and I go on the air together,
- she will give us the entire hour. - What?
We're talking prime time, Sid. You, me and Diane Sawyer.
- Cotton, I can't. - No, no. Look, Sidney.
If this is about money, it's not like we're not getting paid.
There's $ 10,000 each, not to mention what I've got going on the side with the 900 number.
- Cotton... - I know, I know, I know. You don't like the press.
I know that, and I respect it.
But-But, Sidney...
It's Diane Sawyer. Hello?
She's a class act. Sidney, this could be some very, very heavy exposure.
I'm sorry.
Look, between the movie and the book...
people know the truth.
Let's get on with our lives. There's been enough exposure. Why would you want any more?
Why? I don't know, Sidney. I don't know.
Uh, maybe because I fucking deserve a little exposure?
I mean, come on, Sidney. You dragged my name through the mud.
Everybody thinks I'm some kind of psycho killer,
and all I'm asking for is one fucking Diane Sawyer interview...
to maybe get my side of the story straight.
Now, I don't think I'm being unreasonable in that request.
Do you? Honestly?
I'm... sorry, Cotton, but no.
You're sorry.
Yeah, I bet you're real sorry, Sidney.
Such a good angle, Sidney. Loveable and fucked-up Sidney Prescott!
Everybody's favourite little victim!
- Ow! What are you doing? - Relax!
- Put your hands on top of your head! - Shut the fuck up!
Jesus! I'm not Billy Loomis! You killed him! He's dead! Remember?
Run it by me one more time, will ya?
- Why did you attack Sidney Prescott? - I didn't... There was no attack.
We were talking very heatedly.
Miss Prescott and I...
have a very complicated past.
I didn't think that was a crime.
- No, but homicide is. - Okay then, book me. Book me.
Okay? Look.
I don't know about homicide, but you've definitely...
got me for raising my voice in a public library.
We're dealing with four murders here. You watch your mouth.
That shouldn't have been Randy.
- It should have been me. - No.
I should call his mother.
Sid, I already made that phone call.
Are you okay?
Stop treating me like glass, Dewey. I'm not gonna break.
It's okay to break.
It's not gonna happen.
You better hope your alibi's airtight.
Could I please remind everyone here that I'm an innocent man.
Don't you watch TV? Current Edition? That was a very insightful programme...
on which it was made abundantly clear that I'm an innocent man.
So until you find me standing over a dead body with a knife in my hand,
I think you better treat me with the rights and privileges...
accorded to every innocent citizen in this country.
I don't... Is there... Is there some problem with the word "innocent"?
I know. It's a big one. Chief?
- What's going on? - I have to let him go.
- Why? - We don't have anything on him.
Sign here.
Gale. Enjoying the show?
- Cops are funny. - What do you think you're doing?
Waiting for my 15 minutes of fame.
You can understand that, can't you, Gale?
Don't do anything stupid, Cotton.
Gale, you were so instrumental in my freedom.
You're not having character doubts now, are you?
- Sidney, if you change your mind... - Come on. Take a hike.
Sorry about that.
What a creep.
They're gonna take you somewhere safe, Sid.
Yeah? Where's that.
I don't know, but I'll be there with you.
We should get going.
We'll take you by the dorm, and you can pack some things.
We've issued a campus lock-in this evening.
- No one's allowed out after dark, okay? - Yeah.
Who's doing this, Dewey?
I mean, if not Cotton, then who?
I don't know, Sid, but I'll find him.
Any leads, Gale? Do you think the killer will come after you?
How does it feel to be on the other side of the news?
There's Cotton. Cotton! Hey!
- Are you still a suspect? - It's all been a huge misunderstanding.
- Have you been officially released? - Gale! Hang on one second.
How about a photo? No? You look great.
How're you holding up, Gale?
Must be scary knowing somebody's out there waiting, watching, enjoying all this.
- How does that make you feel? - Look, local woman!
I know that you hold me up as your career template...
and it gives you some sort of... charge to challenge me.
But give it a rest!
You're right. I'm sorry. It's my...
It was the wrong time. I'm sorry.
- What's going on? - Whoo, let's see. For starters, they impounded my van.
It's now an official crime scene, thanks to you.
Here's your footage. Enjoy.
See ya. Wouldn't wanna be ya.
Joel, I need you!
No. No, you need to have your head examined.
I feel bad, Dewey.
I feel really bad.
I never say that because...
I never feel bad about anything.
But I feel bad now.
Is this just another...
brilliant Gale Weathers performance?
There are no cameras here. I just wanna find this fucker!
L... I really do.
Me too.
Could I give you a hand?
What's in here?
J ust some crowd footage thatJoel shot.
Hey, wait a minute.
If the killer really is watching and relishing every minute,
then he'd be here on these tapes, right?
- At each crime scene. - It's worth a look.
It's definitely worth a look.
This way.
Dubbing room. Editorial.
Video archive.
- It's locked. - Can you pick it?
- That would be breaking and entering. - No shit.
There's gotta be a VCR around here somewhere.
What's in there?
- Now we're gettin' somewhere. - Perfect!
Let's start with this one.
- Sorry. Oh! - Oh!
- Ow. - I'm sorry.
- Did I hurt you? - No.
You're a money-hungry, fame-seeking...
forgive me for saying... mediocre writer...
who's got a cold storage shed where her heart should be.
- I didn't mean to imply... - Listen.
- You're cute when you're angry. - I was rude.
I was being rude.
Dewey, I'm sorry.
I never meant to hurt you. Hey.
Really.
I should be studying. You know I got a Bio...
Dewey.
Dewey!
- Sorry. - That's not my footage.
Outside.
- Fuck you! - No matter how hard you try, you'll never be the hero,
and you'll never, ever get the girl.
- Sorry. - Wrong guy, dead boy.
- Stay here. - Dewey, don't!
Dewey!
There's no one there.
Fuck!
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!
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! Pull over, 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.
No, 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. 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. This isn't what it looks like. - Get away from me.
I found Dewey. I tried to help him. L... No, no. Gale, wait.
Gale! Gale, wait! Gale!
Shit.
- You can't miss the street... - Help me!
...curfew in full effect. - Give me the goddam phone!
- I was right in the middle of a story. - I've got your goddam 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?
Hello...
Derek?
Oh, God.
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.
No.
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 defence 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 Dershowitz or Cochran to represent me.
Bob Dole on the witness stand in my defence.
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 theatre. 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.
I ncluding 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 parents' 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!
- Goddam it! - 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.
Oh. 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.
- Ow! - Jesus, 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?
J ust 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!
J ust 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? What happened? - 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.
Scream!
Could be your best friend. Could be your enemy.