Chapter Five

Un-Happy Actress

At the Sunrise Studios, Sarah Darling pulls into a parking spot. She goes into an office. She checks to see where the director of Stab 3 Roman Bridger was.

"Hello." Sarah says looking around. She kept looking around to see if there was anyone there. "Stab3, Jesus, I've gotta get new agent. Roman?" She called to him. A door opens then closes. "Someone here?"

Tyson jumps out with scissors through his head. Sarah screams and Tyson laughs.

"Stan my man. He does good work." Tyson said smiling.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Stan said smiling along with Tyson.

"Fuck you very much! Tyson go to hell." Sarah said to him.

"Excuse us, Sarah, make-up test." Tyson said to her.

"Yeah, make-up, you could use it. Dammit have you seen Roman?" Sarah said to him.

"Look, everyone in the office has gone home already." Tyson told her.

"He said it was important." Sarah said.

"Everything's important to Roman!" Tyson said as he and Stan left.

Sarah goes into Roman's office and picks up his video award. The phone rings and she drops it. The head breaks off.

"Oh shit!" She tries to fix it, and answers the phone. "Director's office?" Sarah cursed.

"Sarah, it's Roman, I'm sorry I'm running late, I'm still on the 405, I'm about 10 minutes away." Ronan said on the phone.

"Oh it's no problem, I'm just... looking at your music video awards." She attempts to fix it with tape.

"All right, since I got you on the phone, let's talk about your character." Roman said to her."

"What character? I'm Candy, the chick who gets killed second. I'm only in two scenes!" Sarah said.

"You're not happy with your part." Roman asked.

"I'm not happy that I'm 35 playing a 21 year old. I'm not happy that I have to die naked! And I'm not happy that my character is too stupid to have a gun in the house after her boyfriends been cut into fish sticks." Sarah complained.

"Um hmm... umhmm great, so let's run the lines." Roman said.

"Huh, fine." Sarah said clearly annoyed with her part.

"Uh, page 28, Candy's big moment." Roman said to her.

"Page 28.. Ring ring. Hello?" Sarah said in her most alluring voice.

"Hello." Roman said.

"Who's this?" Sarah asked in her character's voice.

"Who's this?" Roman asked.

"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 before, 'Vertigo' hello! And I mean, my boyfriend just died, why am I showering?" Sarah complained again.

"Why don't we just read the scene? Candy, is that like candy cane or candy apple?" Roman asked.

"Whatever. Come on, who is this? I think you have the wrong number." Sarah said.

"But you know my favorite name?" Roman asked.

"I'm hanging up right now." Sarah said.

"It's Sarah." Roman said. His voice distorted.

"Roman that's not the line." Sarah said stopped reading. She didn't see the line Roman was reading.

"It is in my script." Roman said.

"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?" Sarah asked angered.

"It's not just a new script, it's a new movie." Roman said.

"What? What movie?" Sarah asked staring at the phone shocked.

"My movie." Roman said. A metallic click to Ghost Face's voice. "It's called, 'Sarah gets skewered like a fucking pig!' Still in character, Sarah?"

Sarah hangs up the phone and runs into the hall. She sees a shadow on the glass door to the building and turns to go into another room. She tries a switch but it doesn't work.

"Shit." Sarah cursed.

She continues walking and almost runs into a Ghostface costume. She hides in costume racks. She calls sunrise studios.

"Thank you for calling Sunrise Picture Studios. If you'd like today's commissary menu, press one." Said voice on phone.

A guard checking is the offices to make sure no one was around.

"Mr. Bridger?" Security Guard calls Roman's name. No response.

He turns out the lights and leaves. Sarah is still hiding in the props room.

Voice on Phone-

"If you'd like to hear previews of upcoming Sunrise Pictures releases, press 4. If you'd like to purchase Sunrise merchandise, press 5." Voice on phone says going through the recording.

"Come on, come on!" Sarah says. Panic written all over her face.

One of the Ghostface costumes comes to life. He draws a knife. Sarah looks up. She screams as Ghostface pushes the cart into the next room. Sarah falls to the ground. She gets up and runs around a prop table. She grabs a knife only to find that it's made of rubber. She grabs a metal pipe as Ghostface pushes over a rack. She swings the pipe at

Ghostface and it bends when she hits him. He pushes a table at her and then punches her. She smashes through glass on the top half of a door. She is impaled by the shards and Ghostface stabs her in the back and twists the knife. She falls over the door, blood running down her face, dead.

Gale and Dewey are sitting at a café. The two hadn't seen each other in more than a year. Gale looked different. Shorter, her hair is darker than Dewey remembered. Her features indicates that she's aged a bit. None the less she was still the same old Gale Weathers. Dewey himself still looked the same to Gale. There was no difference except for the hair was a tad bit longer, but he still walked with a limp. Both stared at each other for a moment, those same feelings returning to them in full force.

"Look, I want to get something straight. I only got into this cause the police asked me." Gale said to him.

"Why would the police come to you?" Dewey asked her.

"I did write the definitive book on the Woodsboro murders." Gale responds.

"And I'm sure you just can't wait to write another one!" Dewey said with a hint of sarcasm.

"What about you?" Gale asked him.

"What about me?" Dewey asked her.

"You said you'd never leave Woodsboro, 'The only place that's real!' But now you're here. Not with me. Dewey, I took care of you. I waited until you were well. I couldn't stay there, I mean, it's like dog years, one year in Woodsboro is like seven everywhere else." Gale explained.

"So it's off to Paris for a week? New York for a month? L.A Forever?" Dewey asked.

"It was fucking '60 Minutes II'! I couldn't say no! I could've been the next Diane Sawyer!" Gale said.

"What's wrong with just being Gale Weathers? I liked her!" Dewey told her. Gale looked away.

"It didn't work Dewey. We tried, we're different." Gale said to him. Even she didn't buy that crap.

"You used to say that was our strength." Dewey said to her.

A waitress brings them coffee.

"Here you go." The waitress said placing two cups of coffee onto the table.

"Thank you. Have you spoken to Tatum yet?" Gale asked. Dewey nodded. "How are they doing?" Gale asked genuinely concerned for his sister and brother in law.

"They are fine or were fine until she heard about Cotton." Dewey said.

"Knowing Tatum, she'll probably fly to LA." Gale said jokingly.

"She is." Dewey said. Gale frowned.

"You didn't tell her stay away?" Gale asked.

"I tried but you know Tatum. When she sets her mind at something it gets down." Dewey said. Besides, at least this way I can keep an eye out for her."

"What about Sidney and Billy? Do they know what's going on?" Gale asked.

"I'm sure they know by now." Dewey said. Gale stared at him for a moment. She felt he was giving her the brush off.

"Dewey, you're not just here because of that second rate, K-Mart, straight-to-video version of me, are you?" Gale asked.

"Brace yourself, Gale, all of this is actually not about you." Dewey said.

"All of what Dewey? You do know something, don't you?" Gale asked him ignoring his sarcasm.

"Off the record." Dewey asked.

"Always." Gale says.

Dewey-

"Two months ago, the Woodsboro police got a call from a woman who said she was with 'Stab 3'. She wanted to see the file on Sid, Billy, and Tatum, for research." Dewey told her.

"And?" Gale asked.

"The boys said no. She wouldn't give her name. A month later, the station gets broken into, the file room ransacked." Dewey told her.

"Someone stole their files?" Gale asked.

"I already removed it. I think someone on the film was trying to find Sid, Billy and my sister." Dewey told her.

"I'm sorry, this is too good!" Gale said picking up her phone.

"I said off the record!" Dewey yelled.

"Right." Gale said forgetting that she agreed to listen to this juicy news with her device.

Dewey's beeper goes off.

"It's Jennifer. She needs me." Dewey said to her.

"Jennifer?" Gale asked surprised.

"Gotta run." Dewey told her getting up from the table.

"Wait, Dewey, where are you going?" Gale said joining him.

"I'm on duty!" Dewey told her.

Dewey and Gale's cars pulled up to Jennifer's house. Dewey gets out of his car first followed by Gale getting out hers. She accidentally leaves the engine on.

"Stop following me" Dewey tells her.

"I happen to be working for the police, dammit!" Gale said to him.

"You're not a detective, Gale." Dewey said.

"Neither are you, Mr. Incognito!" Gale said to him.

"Ah, you left your motor running." Dewey told her.

"Dammit!" Gale cursed.

Inside her house are Jennifer and Steven Stone, her bodyguard. Jennifer is freaking out about

"Fans, I can handle fans. They want a picture, they want a conversation, I can handle fans!" She holds up a cigarette. "You see this Dewey? I haven't had one of these in a year and a half! Someone's gotta pay for this!" Jennifer complained.

"Jennifer, settle down. What happened?" Dewey said.

Gale enters the house.

"I'm with him." Gale said.

"You! Like I'm ever going to win an award playing you!" Jennifer said angrily.

"There's been a second murder." Stone said that.

"Who?" Dewey asked.

"Sarah Darling." Stone said to them.

"Where?" Gale asks.

"At the studio." Stone said.

"Where, Nancy Drew wants to know where! Cotton Weary, Sarah Darling, don't you get it?" Jennifer continued to complain.

"Someone's killing them in the order they die in the movie." Dewey said.

"Dewey, who gets killed third?" Gale asks.

"Who gets killed third? You do." Jennifer mocks her.

Jennifer hands Gale a script which she throws down. She and Dewey exit. Jennifer walks over to Stone and jumps into his arms. Gale follows Dewey outside.

"I get killed in 'Stab 3'? I get killed?" Gale asks.

"Yeah." Dewey tells her.

"Dewey, where are you going?" Gale asks following him to his trailer.

"I have to get something from my trailer." Dewey tells her.

"Your- You live here with HER?" Gale asks her.

"Yeah." Dewey said.

"Oh my God!" Gale yelled.

They enter Dewey's trailer.

"I needed a place to stay and she said she liked having me around." Dewey told her.

"Why?" Gale asked.

"She says I make her feel safe, she says I'm her rock." Dewey said to her.

"Her rock?" Gale questions.

"Yeah. If you weren't so concerned with pretentions and appearance, you'd be able to appreciate the positivity and emotional centeredness I provide a woman." Dewey told her then leaves his trailer. Gale follows him back outside. "Stone, I'm headed to the crime scene. You stay by Jennifer's side. I suggest a search of the grounds."

"Hey Dewdrop, can I have a word? Just so we can be straight. I'm the professional celebrity guard here, my resume lists Julia Roberts, Salman Rushdie, and Posh Spice. You are the Hollywood hanger on-er, cause you're just no good as a cop anymore. Your resume reads like the obituaries. So how about you take suggestions from me, aiit?" Stone said cockily to Dewey.

"Whatever you say." Dewey said smirking.

To Be Continued!