Kirby:
It's okay!
Sam:
Stay the fuck back!
Tara:
We know it's you, Kirby!
Kirby:
But one of them knocked me out!
Detective Wayne Bailey:
Kirby, stop! Get away from those girls!
Kirby:
What are you doing here?
Detective Wayne Bailey:
You killed Quinn? YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER?!
Kirby: [to Sam]
JESUS CHRIST! Whatever he is saying, don't trust him! He's probably the killer!
Detective Wayne Bailey: [to the Ghostface next to him; Another Ghostface walks in and stands next to Wayne, showing that there are three killers behind the murders]
Great job. Both of you.
Detective Wayne Bailey:
Yeah, of course, me. Frankly, I expected more from the two of you after what you did to us.
Detective Wayne Bailey:
Ta-da.
Ethan: [Shows his mask]
Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. I mean, all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him! This was your grandmother's, Sam. Nancy Loomis. Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family...
Detective Wayne Bailey:
Wait for it.
Ethan:
My name's not Ethan Landry. Isn't it, Dad?
Samantha Carpenter: [Looks at the Ghostface on the right]
Wait. If it's you two, that just leaves... Mindy?
Quinn Bailey:
Hey, roomies. You didn't see that one coming, did you? Quinn Bailey:
I kind of didn't, though...it was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stabbed Gale Weathers, stabbed Mindy on the train, that sort of thing. Detective Wayne Bailey:
Yep, and I just made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one. Little fake blood, a prosthetic. You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with.
Quinn Bailey: [shows her mask]
I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favorite. Detective Wayne Bailey: [Reveals his own Ghostface mask]
That's number 3. That's two. This leaves... ...your father's. This is what we've been counting down to, Sam. I'm gonna need you to put it on.
Samantha Carpenter: [annoyed and angered]
Fuck you!
Ethan:
OOOHHH!
Samantha Carpenter:
What is this? You did this as a family?
Quinn Bailey:
Oh, yeah, bitch. You should know better than anyone. Ethan:
They're still not getting it.
Samantha Carpenter:
Look, I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit those murders in Woodsboro! It wasn't me!
Detective Wayne Bailey:
Oh, we know that. Of course you didn't. What do you think? This is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Come on. Who do you think started the rumors about you in the first place?
Quinn Bailey:
Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro into the villain? How easy it is to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best? Ethan:
Because it's not enough to just kill someone these days. You have to assassinate their character first. So when Dad here "discovers" your horribly mutilated bodies posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor, dumb bastard read on the Internet that you're the real Ghostface and took matters into their own deluded hands.
Detective Wayne Bailey:
Exactly. That's why it's a perfect alibi. And all the best lies are based on the truth. And you're a killer, just like your father.
Samantha Carpenter:
No, I'm not!
Quinn Bailey:
Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother! Samantha Carpenter:
What are you talking about?
Ethan:
No, no, no, you sweet, dumb thing. He died in Woodsboro, at the hands of your bitch sister.
Samantha Carpenter:
You're Richie's family.
Detective Wayne Bailey: [slowly gets angry as he nods]
Yeah.
Ethan:
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! Now she's finally starting to get it!
Detective Wayne Bailey: [angry]
Now, it wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you've done to him that I knew, that I knew you had to fucking die! You had to be punished, along with anyone else who stands in our way!
Tara Carpenter: [to Wayne; sarcastically]
Real great parenting job, by the way. Quinn Bailey: [angry; Pushes Tara and Sam towards Wayne]
Shut your whore-FUCKING MOUTH! Detective Wayne Bailey: [Stares mournfully at footage of Richie playing on a damaged theater screen]
Have I been a perfect dad? No. Have I maybe overindulged Richie's love of these little movies? Maybe. For me, they're just a little dark. But...Richie really loved them. Loved them. He even made a few of his own. Did you know? There's a very special bond between a father and his first son, which is why I helped him build this collection.
Samantha Carpenter:
This was all his?
Detective Wayne Bailey:
Yes. He's a very passionate collector. And he inspired others. We had to kill those two wannabe film students because, well, we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, then good old Detective Bailey would've just stumbled on it, but I didn't have to, because, by golly, that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist. I built a tribute to my son, which is why this is where you have to die, Sam, surrounded by all the things he loved the most.
Samantha Carpenter:
What happens next? What? After you're done with us, what? You just disappear?
Detective Wayne Bailey: [Angrily pulls out his gun]
No. We gotta hurry over to the hospital and make sure Mindy and Gale don't pull through. Because everybody dies, Sam! Everyone who had anything to do with the death of my son suffers and dies!
Ethan:
YEAH!
Detective Wayne Bailey:
Now put on the mask!
Samantha Carpenter: [suddenly gets an idea]
He was...so pathetic.
Detective Wayne Bailey: [realizing who Sam is talking about and gets offended]
That's not true.
Samantha Carpenter:
Yeah, your son. He was a manbaby who made his girlfriend do all the killing.
Detective Wayne Bailey: [in denial]
He was a strong, virile young man!
Samantha Carpenter:
He was a limp-dick little fuck who cried before I slit his throat.
Detective Wayne Bailey: [shocked and angered]
What?!
Ethan:
Recognize this?
Kirby:
FUCK YOU!
Samantha Carpenter: [Plunges the knife off of Kirby's stomach]
Sorry, but I kinda need this.
Kirby:
Fuck em up!
Ethan:
What are you gonna do about it, bitch?