Scream 3 Page #6

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Godfather, Jedi,

all revealed something...

that we thought was true

that wasn 't true.

So if it is a trilogy

you are dealing with...

here are some super

trilogy rules.

One:
You've got a killer

who's gonna be superhuman.

Stabbing him won't work.

Shooting him won't work.

Basically, in the third one, you've

gotta cryogenically freeze his head...

decapitate him or blowhim up.

Number two:
Anyone, including

the main character, can die.

This means you, Sid.

I'm sorry. It's the final chapter.

It could be f***in' Reservoir Dogs

by the time this thing is through.

Number three:
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...

goodluck, 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. And you be careful.

Say hi to your folks for me.

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.

- Do you want us to come with you?

- I work better alone.

Why don't you try to figure out where

those other pictures were taken.

- I can see nothing's changed.

- No.

Oh, sh*t.

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.

So now, 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.

Foryou, that must be quite a stretch.

- That's funny.

- Ha!

- Need to get in that building?

- Yeah.

- Is there a story in that building?

- Maybe.

Gale Weathers would find a way.

B*tch. 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 probably 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-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?

How about 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?

- 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.

I-I thought-- Well,

if there's no movie...

then 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-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 have I done to you?

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!

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!

We did your mom a favour, Sid.

That woman was a slutbag whore...

who flashed her sh*t all over town

like she was Sharon Stone.

'Cause let's face it, Sidney,

your mother was no Sharon Stone.

- Sidney's mother was f***ing 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, Dewey.

- He was in there, I swear, I swear.

- You know I believe you.

- What happened?

- Kincaid, hey.

There's nobody up here.

Come on.

- Come on.

- Okay, so I stole the mask.

Whatever. I 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-I took it as like a souvenir.

- Don't look at me. I didn't take sh*t.

- 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.

-Wanna know who produced all three?

-Who?

- There'll be other movies, Roman.

- Not only did they--

did they kill the film,

but they killed my cast.

Now, nobody's gonna wanna work

with me. Variety called me a pariah.

I don't even know what a pariah is.

Why-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.

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