it'll be alright.
they thought it was a publicity stunt.
they don't know. it was carefully planned. earlier in the day the victims received anonymous passes to the movie.
as of now, they don't see any relation. but they're checking it out. the state, special task force, fbi - they're all here. they'll find the guy.
look, sid, why don't you take off? disappear for a few days. i'll come with you.
nothing will happen to you. i promise.
that's why i'm here, right? we take care of each other. c'mon, i'll walk you to class.
don't worry.
just in case.
their eyes meet. a long moment. the silence between them is revealing.
miss weathers.
i'm on crowd patrol, miss weathers, excuse me.
yes, miss weathers, your name is embedded clearly between my ears.
yes, i do retain reading skills. shock.
page 32. "deputy dewey filled the room with his dim-witted barney fifish presence." i think you've explained yourself.
no, what you are is a money hungry, fame- seeking liar and - forgive me for saying - mediocre writer who has a cold storage shed where her heart should be.
page 41. "deputy dewey oozed with inexperience."
how do you know my dim-witted inexperience isn't merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower people's expectations thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?
no, i'm the one who's sorry. i misjudged you. now if you'll excuse me, i have some oozing to do.
she turns, screaming.
it's okay. it's okay. it's just me.
sidney prescott, sir.
she's the connection.
the killer was trying to get to her. that sorority girl was a distraction.
the killer is obviously repeating woodsboro. i can fill you in on what i know.
tatum riley.
they both gasp.
i can do it, captain.
how's the name search going?
so what made you change your mind about sidney?
you're a hard one to figure out.
i think you're all an act.
i know that.
i also know that you're an aging tv reporter slash writer who, despite huge tabloid success, has some self worth issues regarding your personal life which directly effects your professional life in a non-positive manner. a coupla failed relationships with - i'm guessing balding, older men - have turned you into this bitch with a cell phone. but i bet sometimes, late at night, when you're all alone a sadness seeps to the surface and in a moment of clarity you know that all you really want is to be touched and held and fondled.
after my spinal cord was damaged i was laid up for over a year. a lot can happen when you're on your back.
it's okay. c'mon, gale.
she's safe.
how you doin?
not good.
can't we hold him?
what now?
is she safe there?
that doesn't work, sir.
the police are waiting outside. they're going to take you somewhere safe.
humor me, sid.
sid, you should get going.
where are you two headed?
you really.
meaning?
solid alibis. he was with sidney when she was attacked.
hey, i got stuff to do. but i'll find you later, okay.
you broke my heart.
a bloody knife. a ghost mask. something like that?
that's not the way it's done.
and it's sexier in the dark.
maybe not. but think about the sex. as frustrated as i am.
we'd break some furniture.
they're roomates.
the sorority girl was gutted with autopsy precision.
hallie?
let's find out.
over here.
c'mon. let's go.
he filmed his victims.
dammit!
no, wait here.
there's nothing. i'm coming down.
watch out!
gale!
gale! gale!
who hangs from it, pinned up against the wall, very much deadk, arms outstretched, crucified. his body a bloody mess. sidney stops, stunned. she stands frozen in unspeakable horror. her entire being ripped apart. she breaks into tears. and then.