Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Move back, I am the Sheriff.

- Who you keep texting? - I have a Facebook stalker. He keeps leaving me messages.

- Jill? - Hello, Sidney. Surprised?

- Oh God, Jill... - Let's get the cops.

- Dewey! Ehi! - Hey, Sidney. Gale, you made it.

- No, she's in the guest room. - Forget it. Next door is close enough.

Thank you, number-3-thon. We thank you in rows.

Uh, no, I didn't hear anything.

Yeah, you gotta have an opening sequence that blows the doors off

- What's your status? - Jill?

Oh, if you need me, you know where to find me.

- I will keep you posted. - Alright, be safe.

Help, in my house!

Just like her mother!

- How are you? How's Gale? - I am alright. But Gale,

- I said, who is this? - I asked you a question.

You re smaller in person.

- Dewey... - They need everyone to stay back.

Excuse me. This will only take a minute. I need you all to stay where you are and remain silent.

- Wait, what do you mean? - Well, if you wanna be the new "new version", the killer should be filming the murders.

- There's a room down there. We can lock ourselves in.

I get that. But it's illogical..

...But it nearly turned deadly tonight, with the latest victim of this attack being the wife of the Woodsboro Sheriff...

And you'd better start running.

Thanks Deputy, but no, thanks.

I am Kirby, by the way. I am their friend.

Her mom is my sister. I have scars too. None ever asks me about my scars.

- Sorry. The wind chimes were over here. - It was me, I was trying to fix em, sorry.

- And Sidney fled the scene. - What, what happened to Kate?

You can see everything coming.

- W-We re just supposed to accept that you re telling the truth? - Isn't your phone missing?

No, the zombies are still in their car, so you should be alright.

- Couldn't you make a move? - I just did.

So which one of you guys sent me a text message from Jill's phone, huh?

- Wrong number. - Who was that?

- So, you know, you ll have 24 hour police surveillance. - That's comforting.

Anyway, what are you doing in the house of Sidney Prescott? I mean, that's like being on Top Chef with Jeffrey Dahmer.

Oh, hi Trevor. Bye Trevor.

- Twilight zone... - A movie within a movie.

It's been done to death. The whole self-aware post-modern meta-shit.

...Gale Riley, AKA Gale Weathers, who's in serious condition tonight after being stabbed. Her assailant then disappeared...

Uh, dug a hole. Climbing out, here. So anyway,

- I am sorry. I had to. - You bitch!

- What, you think I won't do it? Give me your gun! - Do it.