Scream V (2022) My Version
Chapter Twenty: Dewey's Demise
"RICHIE WATCH OUT!!!" Tara screams. Richie turns as Ghostface slashes at him-slicing his forearm open! He falls to the floor screaming! Tara shrieks, grabs a box of used syringes from the wall flinging it Ghostface!
It whacks him in the side of the face and he goes reeling! Grabbing the hospital bed for support.
Richie tries to scramble to his feet, but Ghostface kicks him in the face, knocking him into the hallway! His head smacks the floor, out cold!
Tara tries to wheel towards the door, but is moving pathetically slow. Ghostface looks from one of them to the other. Who to kill first? But before he can decide...
He hears a phone ringing. Richie's. Ghostface leans over and pulls it out of Richie's pocket. Caller ID - Sam.
Ghostface holds up his voice modulator to the phone. Answers-
"Hello, Samantha. Richie can't come to the phone right now due to his impending death."
Tara's only made it about ten feet down the hallway now...
"Please, please don't kill him!" Sam said over the phone.
"This is what happens to people who stick their noses in business that has nothing to do with them." Ghost face says then looks to Tara. "Or... should I carve up little sis again instead? Tell you what, you can choose. I'll only kill one. Who do you want to hear die?"
"Look out!" Dewey shouts as the car swurves hitting the curb.
Tara, weeping. Trying to wheel her way to the elevators. She'll never make it. Ghostface strolling behind her at a leisurely pace, taunting her with the knife...
"Why are you doing this?" Sam asks.
"Oh come on, Sam. Didn't Randy always say it was a lot scarier when there was no motive?" Ghost face said to her. Ghostface grabs the wheelchair and violently dumps Tara onto the floor! She screams in pain as she lands, still crying. Ghostface looks from her to Richie, who's coming to... "Now choose. Or I kill them both."
"I... I can't..." Sam said sobbing. She can't handle this.
"Really? You can't save your own sister? All you have to do is say "Kill Richie." Ghost face said.
"Please, no..." Sam says still crying.
Richie has managed to get to his knees, but Ghostface kicks him in the head again, flipping him over on his back...
"Or you can save the man you love. All you have to do is say "Kill Tara" and I'll stab again making sure to hit those organs I missed the first time. I'll put her out of her misery." Ghost face said.
"Please, please, I'm begging you..." She's sobbing uncontrollably now.
"Choose now. Last chance to save one." Ghost face said to her firmly wanting to murder them both.
Tara, still trying to claw her way to the elevators which are 50 feet away. Sam, through the phone, near whispering...
Ghostface looks from Richie to Tara.
"You want to know why I'm doing this, Sam? Maybe it's because you're a selfish bitch who can't even make a decision to save the life of someone you love! Maybe it's because you're too weak for this franchise!" Ghost face says to her.
Sam, crying uncontrollably:
"Maybe... maybe you're right..." Sam said. But as Ghostface steps over Tara for the kill, Sam's voice completely changes - no longer crying, now completely calm: "...or maybe I'm just stalling for time, dickhead."
DING! The elevator doors slide open, revealing Sam and Dewey! Ghostface looks up, a deer caught in headlights!
Dewey pulls his gun and opens fire! Ghostface dives out of the way into a dark hospital room!
Dewey fires three shots into the room and they run to Tara, who's on the floor, crying tears of joy! As Sam hoists her sister to her feet, Dewey looks to her.
"I'll get Richie!" Dewey said as he runs to Richie as - CRASH! Ghostface leaps out through an observation window! Tackling Dewey! Oh no! Not Dewey!
They careen headlong into the Nurse's station! Ghostface, raising his knife...
"Not today." ...Dewey head-butts Ghostface! Ghostface stumbles back into the desk, shakes it off, raises the knife...
"I can't...Dewey!" Sam says.
But Dewey raises his gun and empties it into Ghostface's chest! Fuck yeah!
Ghostface, blown off his feet! Flies back through the air, crashing into a glass cabinet containing hospital awards! Smashing through all of them, finally lying still.
This should be immensely satisfying.
"Sam Let's go!" Dewey grabs Richie and pulls him to his feet. Together with Sam, they both stagger-carry Richie and Tara to the elevator.
Tara's still crying and Richie's trying to catch his breath. The arm wound is deep. Dewey keeps looking behind them to make sure Ghostface is still down. He is. But still...
DEWEY The head...He remembered that a headshot equals certain death.
They reach the elevator.
"What?" Sam asked.
"We have to shoot him in the head...If we don't, they always come back." Dewey told them.
"Dewey, who gives a fuck?!" Sam asks as they load Tara and Richie in it. She hits the down button... sure. On Sam, surprised, as the elevator. Dewey steps in. Dewey steps out. He has to make the doors close between them.
"I do." Dewey said responding to her question. He knew he needed to make sure that ghost face was dead. The elevator door closes.
Dewey limps back towards the fallen Ghostface. Through the broken glass and spilled blood. He reloads his gun. Like an Old West Sheriff. Glass crunches under his boots.
He reaches Ghostface's fallen form. Still not moving. Almost assuredly dead. But still. Dewey raises his gun...
Then Dewey's phone rings. He blinks, looks at it, just for a moment. Gale. His ex-wife, calling him. He smiles.
And that's when Ghostface stabs him in the stomach.
Dewey gasps as Ghostface stands and yanks the knife upwards through his guts. It's gonna be okay, though, it has to be, Dewey's been stabbed before...
That's when Ghostface takes a second knife in his other hand and stabs Dewey in the back. Pulling upwards on both knives, opening him up on both sides.
Dewey's legs buckle. Ghostface lowers him down to his knees. They are face to face. Ghostface raises the voice modulator.
"Yes. Today." Ghost Face said. Dewey tries to speak. All that comes out is blood. Ghostface watching him. Almost studying him in this moment. Dewey's face, white from blood loss... "It's an honor."
Dewey stares at him, uncomprehending. Then looks to the floor, past Ghostface's now exposed bulletproof vest. Dewey's phone, still ringing, among all the blood.
The picture of Gale still on it. Dewey smiles at it. His mind racing. His life flashes before his eyes. From his birth, to his childhood, to days as a deputy, meeting Gale, his son an nephew, his sister, his mother, Sidney, Billy, their boys, Jill, Even Robbie, all the people he's come across including Sam, Tara and Richie to this very moment. He knew this day would come. He knew his end would come at the hands of a ghost face killer. In weird twist of fate, this was the way he invisioned dying.
Ghostface rips the front knife all the way up into his chest. Blood fountains. Then, mercifully, it's over.
Ghostface pushes Dewey's body off his knife. Thump. It lands unceremoniously on the floor. Dewey, sweet some times dense Dewey. Gone. He's gone. Forever.