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Who's this? |
This is Candy. Hang on, let me get some clothes. See! I don't' understand why I have to start the scene in the shower! The whole shower things been done, 'Vertigo' hello! And I mean, my boyfriend just died, why am I showering? |
Why don't we just read the scene? Candy, is that like candy cane or candy apple? |
Whatever. Come on, who is this? I think you have the wrong number. |
But you know my favorite name? |
I'm hanging up right now. |
It's Sarah. |
Roman that's not the line. |
It is in my script. |
Has there been another goddamn rewrite? How the fuck are we supposed to learn our lines when there's a new script every 15 minutes? |
It's not just a new script, it's a new movie. |
What? What movie? |
My movie. |
Roman Bridger, director. And brother. She slammed the door in my face, Sid. Said I was Rina's child and Rina was dead. And it struck me, what a good idea! So I watched her, made a little home movie, a little family film. Seems Maureen, mom, really got around. I mean, Cotton Weary was one thing, everybody knew about that, but Billy's father, that was the key! Your boyfriend didn't like seeing his daddy in my movies. Didn't like it at all. And once I supplied the motive, all the kid needed was a few pointers. Have a partner to sell out in case you get caught, find someone to frame, it was like her was making a movie. |
All the nightmares. All the hell I went through was because of you, you spineless bastard! |
I'm a director Sid, I direct. For example, Angelina over there, She's my partner. I can convince her to do anything. We've been dating since I met her in Woodsboro. |
Oh my God, Angie Crick? From English class? |
Listen, I have no time for this. I've heard this shit before! So lets get on with it! |
Wait a second Sid. Don't you go jumping the gun. You haven't seen the best part. With the aides of the computer revolution of y2kI've been able to steal your voice. Ain't it cool? Listen to what the police are gonna find next to your lifeless, mutilated body. |
I can't take it anymore. This Hollywood exploitation of the nightmare I lived has to be stopped. I did this to make you all repent for your sins, and now I'm pleased I've got my message across. Goodbye. |
See Sid, now comes the part where we get away with it! The part where we win! Cause face it Sidney, in this world, the bad guys win! |
Roman knock it off! Do you people even know why you kill people? You kill people cause you choose to and not because of any other fucking reason! |
Oh my God! Sidney, you ran fast or what? Hey. |
Hi, Gale. I'm glad you're all right. |
What'd he say? |
Oh, you know, the usual small talk, "What's new, how ya been, how do you want to die?" |
Oh my God Karen you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here? |
Who's this. |
We did some researching in the archives. Sid, something dawned on me when I wrote the book on your mother's murder. For two years of her life, 1969 up until 1971 she basically disappeared off the face of the Earth. |
What are you talking about? |
Gale he's got Dewey! |
I know! He killed Kincaid! |
I know! |
Let's get out of here! |
GALE WATCHOUT! |
Gale Weathers. What a surprise. |
Tom Prinze, tanked as usual. That's a shocker. |
Hey I really liked that piece you did on me last month. The one where you said my car accident was caused by me drinking and drugs, and how I faked the tire blowout just so my insurance wouldn't sky rocket. |
Heh, well, that's TV journalism for ya. Stage the news to boost ratings. |
Really, cause that stunt lost me the lead role in Roman Polanski's latest picture. Huh, what a coincide I was picked up by Roman Bridger. Well, not exactly the Roman I wanted. Get my point? STAB 3 is bullshit. Fuck, because of your big mouth I'm here, drinking piss water SCOTCH with Second rate fucking celebrities like Jennifer Jollie and yourself! Hey, I just got an idea. Maybe I should Have a look at your break line. That your car over there? |
I think we should go inside. I have to have a talk with the cast. ALL OF YOU. |
You mean what's left of us. Yeah I'm running on empty anyways. Gotta refuel. |
Excuse me Detective, I think we have some business to attend to. |
GALE WEATHERS?! What are you doing here? No press on the set! No press, no press on set! Get that woman out of here. |
Well then, I guess I'll be leaving then. |
Oh come on! Why the hostility? |
Listen Lois Lane, I love your show and all but last month I happened to catch your little segment on me and how my wife left me because I'm a sex addict who enjoys screwing fifteen year old girls. It was a real eye opener my lawyers are still thinking about bringing to your superior's attentions. |
They're the ones who approved it. |
Answer the question. You knew Sidney's mom? |
Who? |
And now? I mean, murders on your set and still you say nothing? |
Get real, that would make me a suspect! |
Just because you knew her? |
Yeah. |
I don't think so! Just what happened to Maureen when she was in Hollywood? |
Now you listen to me, Lois Lane, let it go. It's dead and buried. Daddy took ol' Yeller out behind the barn and shot him in the head a long time ago. |
Well how would you like his rotten carcass dug up and drug all over National TV? Why don't you start talking. |
It was in the 70's, everything was different. I was well known for my parties, Rina knew what they were. It was for girls like her to meet men, men who could get them parts, if they made the right impression. Nothing happened to her that she didn't invite, in one way or another, no matter what she said afterwards. |
Are you saying she was |
I'm saying things got out of hand. Maybe they did take advantage of her!. Maybe the sad truth is, this is not the city for innocence. No charges were brought. And the bottom line is, Rina Reynolds wouldn't play by the rules. You wanna get ahead in Hollywood, you gotta play the game, or go home. |
You! How can I ever get any fame playing you! |
Dewey, what the hell is she rambling about now? What's wrong Jen, see yourself on one of those USA NETWORK winners you did and realize how badly you suck at acting? |
God damn you Gale Weathers! Don't you see? The killer is choosing his victims as they die in the script! Ben Damon's character was the first one to get offed. So was his girlfriend but she wasn't cast yet so his real girlfriend was killed then Sarah Darling's Candy, and now me! |
Wait a second, whoa! Calm down! Number one there were five different versions of the script given out. Ben Damon was given a fake script because he was only being offered the role. It only had fragments of real scenes from the actual script. And what, I die in STAB 3? |
AND I DIE NAKED?! UGH! This is complete bullshit. Who wrote this piece of crap? |
I know right. It was kinda weak. That's cause Will Kennison only wrote a rough treatment of it. The script was written by some new guy. He wrote Arlington Street. |
Still that was a much better movie, I saw it at the premiere last week. God, what the hell am I getting sidetracked with this shit for?! We've gotta get down to business. |
Shit! Where the hell are Tom and Angelina? |
I don't know. Screw them. Look, what's important is that we stick together. No matter what. If anyone is next it's you or me Jen. |
Who's phone? |
Oh shit it's my cell! |
Listen you sick bastard, what the fuck do you want? |
What's your favorite scary movie Gale? |
I dunno but I can tell you that your's will be the home video footage of me sticking my foot up your ass! Now come out and fight like a real man you pussy! |
God damn it you two! Run! Hurry! He's dead! |
No! He's not dead! He's still breathing! Look! |
Geez. |
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 movie, no gun, 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. For you that must be quite a stretch. |
That's funny. |
Ha. Maybe I should join SNL. |
Need to get in that building? |
No really? |
There a story in that building? |
Possibly. |
Gale Weathers would find a way. |
Basements creep me out. |
Really, you know you'd make a fascinating interview. Lifestyles of the Rich and Psychotic. |
Look who's talking Moneybags. You got more homes than I do. |
Oh I wish I got that one on tape. It'd put a smile on my face everytime I'm down. |
Bitch. |
Nobody said she was an actor. |
Good twist. |
Oh, Come on! You have made millions off the story of her murder. You're obsessed with HER and you're obsessed with her DAUGHTER! |
Settle down Beavis. Why don't you tell us the truth? |
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