Cotton Weary is driving home stuck in traffic on the Hollywood freeway on his cell phone. Cotton: If Dan doesn't want to do a daily rate we can talk about a weekly rate. But I' m not goin below a million. Let me think about it I'm risking my reputation...as the host of this country's number one…nationally syndicated talk show to do a cameo in some cheap slasher flick. *siren waling* why can't these guys write me a fuckin' decent part? I lived through the fuckin' thing. By the way, you talk to Cathy about that Navy SEAL script? *Cell Phone ringing*. Hang on a sec. Hello? *woman's voice* Hello? Cotton: Who's this? Woman: who's this? Cotton: Who are you calling? Woman: You know what? I'm sorry I have the wrong number. Cotton: That's Okay. Woman: Wait a minute. I know your voice. You sound a lot like that guy on TV. Um…Cotton weary. Cotton: I do, huh? Women: yeah, I think he's got a really sexy voice. Cotton:*laughing* well, thank you. Woman: wait a minute. You are cotton aren't you? Oh, my god I am talking to Cotton Weary. I can't believe this. Cotton:*laughs* you got me. I've got someone on the other line. Can you hold on one second? I'll be right back, I promise. Women: yeah. Cotton: okay*goes back to the other line* Andrea, I gotta call you back. Someone's on the other line. *hangs up and goes back to the woman* so! You a big 100% Cotton fan? Woman: yeah! One hundred and ten percent. Cotton: *laughs* that's very good. So, why don't you tell me who you are? Woman: Oh! You're a naughty boy Cotton. What would your girlfriend say? Cotton: what makes you think I have a girlfriend? *Man's voice* I know you do. I 'm right outside her bathroom door. Cotton: who is this? *man's voice over phone* she's in the shower. She's got a nice little voice. Let's come in for a closer look. She's very pretty cotton. A step up from Maureen Prescott. Speaking of which let's play a little game. Answer right, your girlfriend lives. Answer wrong, she dies. Where's Maureen's daughter Sidney? Cotton: who the fuck is this? Killer: someone who'd kill to know where Sidney Prescott is! One chance, Cotton! You've got connections. Where is she? Cotton: you listen to me, you fuckin' psycho. You lay a finger on Christine, and I swear I'll kill you? Killer: wrong answer*hangs up*. Cotton: No! Wait! Hello? Shit! Hey *shouting* Cotton: get outta the way! Move! Cotton drives as fast as he can. Cotton: Christine, pick up the phone! Oh shit. *operator* you have reached 911. Due to the volume of calls- Cotton: someone pick up the goddamn phone. Move out of the way! Shit! Christine:*turns around hearing loud rock and roll playing* Cotton is that you? Honey? *walks toward where the music is playing walks in a turns the music off* Okay, Cotton. You know I don't like your stab games. Who is it? Who's there? *Cotton's voice* Christine? Hon, you all right? I'm home. Christine: Jesus! You scared the shit outta me. *Cotton's Voice* you'll never believe what just happened to me. Christine: what are you talking about?*sees killer and screams* he cases her as she slips in the water on the floor kicks him in the face and screams run in to there room and closes the door and locks it. Christine: get the hell out of here! *Cotton's voice* okay, I'm sorry babe. I don't mean to scare you that bad. It's me. Come on open the door. Christine: what are you doing? What the fuck are you doing? *Cotton's Voice* what? I was just trying to take it to the next level. I'm sorry. Come on, open the door, Chris. Christine: the game? *cotton's voice* yeah the game! Christine: what are you talking about? *cotton's voice* I am talking about how much fun its gotta be to rip your insides out! Now, open the fuckin' door, Christine. Christine: oh, my god! *cotton's voice* now you're fuckin' history baby! The killer stabs the door as the real Cotton pulls up and runs in the house. Cotton: Christine? *runs up the stairs looking for her* Hon? *cotton over the TV* the recent epidemic of the road rage in los angles. Innocent commuters, mercilessly terrorized, Cotton: Chris? *cotton over the TV* even killed by these madmen of the freeway. Cotton: don't mess around Okay? *cotton over the TV* we're gonna make them confront their victims face-to-face-, mano a mano, right here on 100% Cotton. Carnage on our steers. And remember, it could happen to you. *announcer* Tommow on 100% Cotton! Road rage. L.A drivers fight back. The news is next on channel six with our exclusive entertainment live…from tonight's celebrity premiere in Hollywood, followed by-. Cotton walks toward the bedroom door and sees the stab marks in the door. Cotton: oh, shit. *touches the door* Chris? Chris, if you're in there, opens the door. Okay honey? Chris? Come on, baby. Open the door. *gets the door open* Chris, whoa, whoa, whoa, Jesus! She tries to hit him but he ducks. . Cotton: It's me, Chris. What are you doin'? Christine: Stay back. Stay back. Cotton: Chris, whats going on here, babe? Christine: you've gone crazy. That's what! Cotton: Chris, was somebody in the house? Christine: no! get back! Cotton: Okay, Okay, Okay, just calm down, okay? Christine: why do you want to kill me? Cotton: what are you talking about? Christine: why do you wanna kill me? Cotton: Gimme the club. All right? Gimme the club. Gimme the clubs please. Oh! Christine, outta the way! She hits him and falls to the floor. Cotton: behind you. The killer stabs her in the back she screams and is dropped on the floor Cotton gets up and the killer cut his arm. Cotton:*groans and looks for a way out sees he cant get out of the window* Shit! The killer jumps at him but he knocks the book case on him then he goes for the knife the killer moves the book case as he reaches hitting him in the head and making fall on the desk then roll on the floor the killer gets up grabs the knife and stops him. Killer: It was a simple game Cotton. You should've told me where Sidney was. Now, you lose. Killer stabs Cotton in the head Killing him.