SCENE TWENTY-FOUR: REVEALING SECRETS
*The scene continues in the conference room, with Adam standing in front of Ghostface, who has peeled off her mask. Standing in front of the three, large but oddly nervous grin plastered on her face, is Samantha; who is covered in blood but very much alive.*
ADAM (shocked): Sam?
KIRBY: What the fuck…you?
SAMANTHA (dramatically): It is I.
*To Adam's shock, Samantha steps back in annoyance, admonishing herself.*
SAMANTHA (madly; to herself): 'It is I?' Shit! That was the best you could come up with? Come on!
ADAM: "The best you could come up with?"
SAMANTHA (nervously): I've been looking forward to this moment for so long…I thought something inspiring would come to me on the spot. I mean, I couldn't re-use 'Surprise, Sidney'…it's been done…clichéd. What line did you use, Adam?
ADAM: I…I…
KIRBY: What the fuck is going on? Is she your partner, Adam?
SAMANTHA (smiling): No…not yet.
KIRBY: What is that supposed to mean?
SAMANTHA: Let me show you.
*Standing back, Samantha raises the back of the cloak and her shirt underneath, revealing a heavily tattooed back. The tattoos include a picture of the Ghostface mask; an image of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, as well as a list of names; presumably the victims of the original murders.*
SAMANTHA: Remember what I told you when you asked about Eric, Adam? You need to watch out for crazed fans. You never know what they'll do…or what they'll notice what others are too blind to see. After all, I get paid to notice things that nobody else do.
ADAM: So you knew it was me all along?
SAMANTHA: Not at first…I had my suspicions…everybody did, let's be honest. It's the 'survivors' curse'…something that these two won't need to go through.
KIRBY: Screw you.
SAMANTHA: I studied you…began to understand you, what you wanted, what you needed. When I saw that you were moving to New York, it was like the stars were aligning for me. And when I saw this job was available, I knew I had to make it my own.
ADAM: And what? You got close to me so you could spy on me?
SAMANTHA: Think, Adam. Spying on you wasn't exactly hard for somebody in my position. I mean, who had access to all the details and home addresses of your patients? Who had access to your phone records, where you went for work…like Ohio?
ADAM: So you followed me…and you killed Joel.
SAMANTHA: I did you a favour. Joel was going to turn you in…I made sure he couldn't. That was when I truly knew it was you…this was all the proof I needed.
*Samantha puts her hand into her pocket and pulls out Tony's phone. She shoves it back in crudely.*
KIRBY: Then why kill Martha Meeks and Burke? What did you hope to achieve then?
SAMANTHA (shrugs): It satisfied my curiosity. Shouldn't that be enough?
KIRBY: You sick, sick bitch. And you…I can't believe I trusted you! I can't believe I told you I loved you! I can't believe I ever believed that you loved me!
ADAM: I did love you…I do.
KIRBY: Then why would you do this? Why would you kill your friends? Are you insane? You're just as bad as Jill…as Charlie.
ADAM: Kirby, don't…
KIRBY (screaming): Don't you dare!
SAMANTHA: That's your turn over, Kirby.
*Samantha walks up to Kirby, and Adam makes a move for the knives on the table. Quick as a flash, Samantha pulls a handgun out of the cloak pocket and fixes it on Adam. She looks disappointed at his intentions.*
SAMANTHA: We'll get there, Adam.
*Samantha grabs the loosened gag and reties it around Kirby's mouth, who moans in protest.*
ADAM: I swear, if you kill her…
SAMANTHA: Me? Kill her? Please…that pleasure will be all yours.
ADAM: What?
SAMANTHA: Your final test…kill Kirby, and leave your old life behind. Start afresh with me! Imagine everything we could achieve together!
ADAM: I won't...I couldn't. Kirby and I…we are connected. I felt it the first time I saw her…she did as well.
SAMANTHA: Kirby never loved you! She just loved the person she thought you were! I know the real you…and I embrace him. I embrace this.
*Samantha grabs the Ghostface mask and holds it to her mask.*
SAMANTHA: You did amazing things behind this mask...you made me want to do the same. Emulate you; make homage's to you…so people would know what you did. That's why I sent the video of you slicing Vanessa to the press…you should be proud of what you did…how you did it. Hell, I even studied your methods so I could recreate your murders to a tee…Eric's expertise on some photos I showed him helped, granted. But don't you see? Everything I did was inspired by you.
ADAM: I never did it to inspire anyone. I did it because I had to.
SAMANTHA: No…you're just like me…you don't kill people because you have to. You did it because you wanted to.
ADAM (sighing): And what about Emily?
SAMANTHA (matter-of-fact): You'll kill her too…obviously.
ADAM: I mean why would you involve her? Why go to all the trouble of bringing her to New York?
SAMANTHA: Because I know what happened, Adam. I know all of your secrets…why you do what you do, what makes you tick. But you couldn't even be honest with me at the police station about what happened...that made me sad.
*Samantha walks to a table a few metres away and grabs a sheet of paper, and begins to read from it.*
SAMANTHA: "The man was found dead in his own bed, multiple stab wounds to the head, throat and chest. The lack of defensive wounds indicates that the man was sleeping when he was attacked; the broken window and missing television proof that this case can be put down to a random theft gone awry."
*Samantha drops the article, and looks at Adam with compassion.*
SAMANTHA: You didn't kill your father by accident. You did it because you have the same needs as me.
ADAM: That is not true.
SAMANTHA: You don't need to hide from me.
ADAM: I'm not hiding anything…I only killed my father to protect Emily.
SAMANTHA: That's a lie!
ADAM (in tears): It isn't…Emily was the one who cut the brake lines on Mom's car…she was the one who hated Emily for her illness, not Dad. But deep down, he knew what she had done…he was going to turn her in. I couldn't let her lose the only person who ever truly cared for her…so I killed him. I staged it as a break in…the cops believed it.
*Samantha walks over to Emily, and pats her head.*
SAMANTHA: Well…isn't that interesting. It seems some things run in the family…I'm sure the Loomis' would agree.
*Samantha smiles, and walks back in front of Adam; still with gun raised.*
ADAM: So what happens now?
SAMANTHA: We play a game…you choose your fate. Either you kill these two so we can go away together, or…
ADAM: You kill me?
SAMANTHA: Sorry, Adam. I'm too invested in this now to get caught…or killed. If I have to kill you, I will.
*Samantha motions for Adam to come forward and grab one of the knives on the table. He does so, slowly, and grabs the largest available.*
SAMANTHA (smiling): Good…the sooner you do this, the sooner we can start our new lives together…open, and honest…a new reign of terror. Who knows? Maybe we can go back to Woodsboro and take out some eager campers…head to Windsor College and slice up the headmaster in his office…your legend will grow with every drop of blood we spill. And it all begins with hers, Adam. Do it. Kill her.
ADAM: I…I don't think I can.
SAMANTHA: Think of everything you went through in Woodsboro…did you really do all that just to get caught now?
ADAM: No, but I did it for…
SAMANTHA: …a woman who rejects you now that she knows who you really are? There's no future there, Adam. Your future lies with me…with us.
ADAM: But, I…
*Samantha raises the gun.*
SAMANTHA: You live, they die. You die, they die anyway. You're a logical person, just like me…make the right choice.
*Adam remains quiet, head down, in deep thought.*
ADAM: OK.
SAMANTHA: OK?
ADAM: I'll do it.
*Samantha waits in eager silence as Adam walks up to Kirby, who looks up at him with a mix of fear and hatred in her eyes. He slowly raises the knife above his head.*
ADAM (crying): I'm sorry…
*Just as Adam is about to bring the knife down into Kirby's head, the silence is suddenly broken by the sound of a car pulling up outside the clinic. Samantha's head whips towards the sound in annoyance and shock.*
ADAM (relieved): Looks like we've got company.
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