[after Sydney disappears]
Where are they? Where are they?
[coughs]
I don't know, Billy, but I'm hurtin', man.
[phone rings]
Should I let the machine get it?
[as Ghostface]
Are you alone in the house?
Bitch! You bitch, where the **** are you?!
[as Ghostface]
Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called [normal voice] guess who just called the police, and reported your sorry mother**** ass?!
Find her, you dipshit! Get up!
I can't, Billy. You already cut me too deep. I think I'm dying here, man.
[puts phone on Stu and whispers]
Talk to her. Talk to her.
Ohh, Stu, Stu, Stu. What's your motive? Billy's got one. The police are on their way. What are you gonna tell them?
Peer pressure. I'm far too sensitive.
We'll rip you up, you bitch, just like your **** mother!
You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass mama's boy!
[angrily]
****! [throws phone]
[gets hit by phone]
Ow. ****in' hit me with the phone, dick!
[smashing everything]
****er, where are you?! Aah! [rips pillow] Aah, you ****! [angrily growls]
Did you really call the police?
You bet your sorry ass I did.
[worried and scared; as Billy smashes everything in background]
My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.
Gale Weathers Isn't there a back way out of this building?
Kenny Yeah. Down that alley, I think. [he and Gale try to look for Sidney]
Deputy Dewey Riley [Dewey, Sidney and Tatum exit the police station]
You guys just stay here. I'm gonna get the car. Don't move. Don't make a sound.
Gale Weathers [Dewey quickly goes to police car; Tatum comforts Sidney]
There she is. [she and Kenny appear to Sidney and Tatum] Sidney Hi. That was some night. What happened? Are you all right?
[backs away the microphone]
She's not answering any questions, all right? Just leave us alone.
No. No. Tatum. It's okay. [starts to smile] She's just doin' her job. Right, Gale?
Gale Weathers Yes, that's right.
Gale Weathers Well, it'll be out later this year.
Oh, I'll look for it. [turns around to get in car]
Gale Weathers I'll send you a copy!
Kenny [Sidney turns around, punches Gale in face, falls backwards before Kenny catches her; Dewey exits car and sees this]
Jeez. Nice shot.
Gale Weathers Bitch!
Kenny [Dewey takes Sidney to his car; Tatum follows]
No, I mean, camera shot.
Deputy Dewey Riley [disapprovingly; to Sidney]
Where'd you learn to punch like that?
Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad!
[eerily whispering]
We all go a little mad sometimes. [points gun at Randy]
Oh, ****! [gets shot, and screams in pain. Sydney runs to Randy who moans in pain.]
Anthony Perkins, Psycho. [tastes the fake blood] Mmm. Corn syrup. Same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie.
[Sydney shakes her head in shock, turns, and runs into Stu] [scared]
Stu. Help me, please.
[changes his voice with the voice changer: evilly]
Surprise, Sidney.
[pushes Stu away, trying to flee]
Unh!
[stops Sidney with gun]
Whoa, now. Whoa. [Stu throws the voice changer to Billy] What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.
It's all part of a game, Sidney.
It's called "Guess how I'm gonna to die?"!
No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost.
It's a fun game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, boo-kah! You die!
You get it right, you die.
You're crazy, both of you.
Actually, we prefer the term "psychotic."
You'll never get away with this.
Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame.
Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun.
Whoa! Where're you goin'?
Why? Why did you kill my mother?
Why? Why? Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?
Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something.
Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney...your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?
Is that motive enough for you? [Sydney doesn't answer] Well, how about this? Your slut mother was **** my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly **** you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.
[answering the phone]
Tatum, just get in the car--
Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, it's like right out of a horror movie or something.
[chuckles]
Randy, you gave yourself away. Are you calling from work? 'Cause Tatum's on her way over.
Do you like scary movies, Sidney?
I like that thing you're doing with your voice, Randy. It's sexy.
What's your favorite scary movie?
Oh, come on. You know I don't watch that shit.
No, no. It's just, what's the point? They're all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act, who's always running up the stairs when she should be going out the front door. It's insulting.
Are you alone in the house?
Randy, that's so unoriginal. I'm disappointed in you.
Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.
[eyes widen]
So, who are you?
The question isn't "Who am I?". The question is, "Where am I?"
Why would you be calling from my front porch?
That's the original part.
[checks front porch; no one seems to be there]
Oh, yeah? Well, I call your bluff. [goes outside, looks around, sees no one] So where are you?
[looks around, sees no one]
Can you see me right now?
Uh-huh, okay.[picks nose] What am I doing? Huh? What am I doing? Hello? [laughs] Nice try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry up, okay? Bye, now.
If you hang up on me, you'll die just like your mother! [Sidney's eyes widen in horror] Do you wanna die, Sidney? Your mother sure didn't.
God, I loved it. "I'll send you a copy--" Bam! Bitch went down. "I'll send you a copy--"— Bam! Sid, super-bitch! You are so cool.
Deputy Dewey Riley [enters Tatum's room with bag of ice]
Thought you might want some ice for that right hook. [throws bag]
Deputy Dewey Riley I'll be right next door. Try to get some sleep.
Yeah, yeah. [Dewey exits]
[doorbell rings twice]
Aah! Who's there?! Who's there? I'm calling the police! [phone rings; Casey jumps with horror, picks it up]
You should never say "Who's there?". Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish! You might as well just come out here to investigate a strange noise or something.
[sobbing]
Look, you've had your fun now, so I think you better just leave or else...
[sobbing]
Or else my boyfriend will be here any minute, and he'll be pissed when he finds out.
I thought you didn't have a boyfriend.
I lied! I do have a boyfriend and he'll be here any second, so your ass better be gone.
I swear! [angrily] He's big and he plays football, and he'll kick the shit out of you!
[false terror]
I'm getting scared! Shakin' in my boots.
[terrified sobbing]
So you better just leave...
His name wouldn't be Steve, would it?
[eyes widen in shock]
How do you know his name?
Turn on the patio lights...again.
[turns on patio light, scared; looks outside, sees Steve tied in a chair, his mouth taped]
Oh, God! [unlocks and opens door]
I wouldn't do that if I were you!
[closes and locks door in fear] [scared crying]
Where are you? Where are you?
[sobbing]
Please don't hurt him.
[sobbing]
Why are you doing this?
[screaming and crying]
No!! No!
Which is it? [serious tone] Which is it?
[crying]
Well...what kind of a game?
Turn off the light. You'll see what kind of game. Just do it! [Casey walks to light switch]
Steve Orth [muffled]
No, Casey! No! No! [Casey switch lights off] No! Casey!!
Here's how we play: I ask a question. If you get it right, Steve lives.
Casey Becker [unplugs television] [sobbing] Please don't do this.
Movie trivia. I'll even give you a warm-up question.
[sobbing]
Don't do this. I can't.
Name the killer in Halloween.
Come on, it's your favorite scary movie, remember? He had a white mask. He stalked the baby-sitters.
[sobbing]
I-I can't think.
[stops sobbing]
Michael-- Michael Myers.
Yes! Very good! Now for the real question.
But you're doing so well. We can't stop now.
Please stop! Leave us alone!
Then answer the question. Same category.
Name the killer in Friday the 13th.
I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer!
No, it's not! No, it's not. It was Jason.
Listen, it was Jason! I saw that movie twenty Goddamn times!
Then you should know Jason's mother, Mrs. Voorhees, was the original killer! Jason didn't show up until the sequel. I'm afraid that was a wrong answer.
[sobbing]
You tricked me.
Lucky for you, there's a bonus round. But poor Steve, I'm afraid, he's out!
[first lines; phone rings] [picks up phone]
Hello?
Um…who are you trying to reach?
What number are you trying to reach?
Well? I think you have a wrong number.
It happens. Take it easy. [hangs up, goes to kitchen; phone rings again; Casey picks it up] Hello?
I'm sorry. I guess I dialed the wrong number.
So why'd you dial it again?
You're forgiven. Bye now.
Wait! Wait. Don't hang up.
I wanna talk to you for a second.
They've got 900 numbers for that. See ya. [hangs up. Goes to the kitchen, turns on a burner, and prepares to cook up Jiffy Pop popcorn. The phone rings a third time] Ugh. [picks up phone] Hello?
Why don't you want to talk to me?
You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine.
I don't think so. [shakes the Jiffy Pop]
I only eat popcorn at the movies.
Well, I'm getting ready to watch a video.
Oh, just some scary movie.
What's your favorite scary movie?
Casey Becker Uh, I don't know.
You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?
Um, Halloween. [pulls out knife] You know, the one with the guy in the white mask who walks around and stalks baby-sitters. [puts back knife]
Um, Nightmare on Elm Street. [picks up VHS tapes]
Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?
Freddy, that's right. I liked that movie. It was scary.
[locks door]
Well, the first one was, but the rest sucked. [goes to living room]
Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?
Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?
You never told me your name.
Why do you want to know my name?
'Cause I want to know who I'm looking at.
[eyes widen in horror]
What did you say?
I want to know who I'm talking to.
That's not what you said.
What do you think I said? [Casey checks outside] What? Hello?
Wait! I thought we were gonna go out.
Uh, nah, I don't think so. [locks door]
Don't hang up on me! [Casey hangs up]
[phone rings a fifth time] [picks up phone annoyed]
Listen, asshole!
No, you listen, you little bitch! You hang up on me again, I'll gut you like a fish, understand?! [chuckles] Yeah.
Is this some kind of joke?
More of a game, really. Can you handle that, Blondie? [Casey rushes to lock two doors, looks out the front door] Can you see me?
Listen. I am two seconds away from calling the police.
They'd never make it in time. We're out in the middle of nowhere.
To see what your insides look like. [Casey begins crying, hangs up phone]
[Steve dies] [laughs evilly]
Hey, we're not finished yet. Final question. Are you ready?
[sobbing]
Please, please, leave me alone.
Answer the question and I will. What door am I at?
There are two main doors to your house. The front door and the patio doors. If you answer correctly, you live. Very simple.
[sobbing]
Don't do this. I can't, I won't.
Your call. [window smashes]
