Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm just gonna give, uh, Detective Kincaid a call.

Get back in the house, Stone. Would I call you if it wasn 't important?

- Roommate answered the phone. Says it was you. - Wait a minute. No, no.

- Dewey! - Gale, Jennifer, up here!

Stop following me.

- Cotton's killer left a picture. - Of Sid's mom.

-At the studio. -Where? Nancy Drew wants to know where.

Look, you're worried about the movie, then protect the movie, okay?

We're gonna go back to the precinct and we're gonna tell Kincaid and Sidney...

Oh, my God. Sidney.

Sid, are you okay? What happened?

- What? Can't hear ya. - You don't have to do this, Roman.

- Tyson, go to hell. - Well, excuse us, Sarah. Makeup tests.

- by these madmen of the freeway. - Don't mess around, okay?

i'm talking about how much fun it's gonna be to rip your insides out

we're gonna start the movie

- Well-- - Here you go. - Thank you.

- Or do you? - You're dead.

My Gale would be much more aggressive. My Gale would suspect everybody.

The killer's in the house, Dewey. He's upstairs.

- What happened? - Kincaid, hey.

Weary had only recently finished shooting a cameo as himself...

I know who you are. I know what happened to my mother.

It's all a business now. They got Usher doing Pinter off-Broadway.

- But Total Entertainment, that's a pretty good fallback. - Thank you.

Fifty dollars? Who are you? A reporter for Woodsboro High?

Well, Sid's dad couldn't help you, and he was married to Maureen.

And even if there was a third killer, Sidney doesn't know about it.

Your resume reads like the obituaries.

Now, open the fuckin' door, Christine!

Scenes 40 through 47.

I'm sure you just can't wait to write another one.

I heard her voice. I saw her, Dewey.

I-I know it's weird 'cause it's your life and all, but...

You're automatic like a burnin' gun

Hi, you've reached the machine. You can leave a message. Talk as long as you want.

Christine, pick up the phone! Oh, shit!

But the best way to stop being haunted is to be with people.

And since they really want to kill you, they won't kill me, they'll kill you.

I was well-known for my parties. Rina knew what they were.

Fine, you got what you wanted, hero and villain face-to-face.

- Hello? - Hello?

the reason I'm here is to help you so that my death will not be in vain.

Probably some psycho fan pissed off they killed Randy in Stab 2.

Knocked at her door, thinking she'd welcome me with open arms.

The question is: Who's with me?

But I'm not the villain, Sid. You are.

Well, in that case, I'm gonna go dust for fingerprints with Jane Pauley.

None of this would've ever happened if she hadn't--

Sid, come here.

He grants mercy to who? I wanna know what happens!

Yeah. If you weren't so concerned with pretensions and appearances...

Break the rules. Stop at nothing.

- Chris, what's goin' on, babe? - You've gone crazy. That's what!

Don't you wanna know who killed your mother?

Is this what he-- What the hell?

and he's gonna jump outta his screening room with a sling blade or something?

Adapted Out: He is absent in the movie, with George and Harold themselves taking up the narrator role.

Security here is tight, but we'll see if we can get a statement. Excuse me.

- My Gale would-- - Shut up! - Shut up!

You sound a lot like that guy on TV. Um, Cotton Weary.

- Dewey, is he dead? - Yeah.

Hire more security. Hire the National Guard.Just don't kill the movie.

- Yeah, can't you tell? - We miss you in Woodsboro, guys.

I've been makin' horror movies for 30 years, never had a psycho problem.

- Head! Head, Dewey! - What?

Is that an order, Dewdrop? 'Cause Steven Stone doesn't work for you.

- That would make me a suspect. -Just because you knew her?

Now, you listen to me, Lois Lane. Let it go. It's dead and buried.

Gives me more time for my work.

You know your mother's voice when you hear it!

A month later, the station gets broken into.

So, is this the end

I realized I had known Maureen Prescott before.

Basements creep me out.

The movie needed a technical advisor.

- Little girl inside. - I thought you were supposed to be in Woodsboro.

- What? - You follow directions well, Sidney.

you'd be able to appreciate the positivity and emotional centeredness...

Thank you. And you be careful. Say hi to your folks for me.

The past is not at rest! Any sins you think...

We did your mom a favour, Sid. That woman was a slutbag whore...

but being single, that's a pretty good fallback.

The police aren't saying it's related to us.

- Bye, Dewey. Come visit us soon. - I will, Martha.

- Get the hell out of here! - Okay. Okay, I'm sorry, babe.

did they kill the film, but they killed my cast.

I bet she fought and clawed for that Sidney part.

- Wait! Dewey, where are you going? - I'm on duty.

I cannot find any information about her at this age. I mean, nothing.

I didn't mean to scare you that bad. It's me. Come on, open the door.

- The file room gets ransacked. - And someone stole Sid's file?

No, I need to call you! Just you.

There is a young man outside who wants to see you.

Are you gonna help Gale Weathers or not?