Vince goes over and sits on Dewies sofa, dropping his dufle bag next to him as he relaxes a bit into it. His eyes look over to Dewey who is in the kitchen, opening the fridge and then grabbing something from inside before shutting it again. Vince felt the urge to roll his eyes when he saw in one hand a glass of water and the other being a beer bottle as Dewey made his way and sat in one of the sofa chairs and passed over the glass of water.

"I thought you said you'd cut done on the alcohol," Vince said, excatated slightly. Dewey almost looked at him like a deer in headlights, that sort of confused look that Dewey was known for.

"It's… a process," he says, and moves the bottle up to his lips.

"Yeah well, you should try more harder," Vince says as he gently takes the bottle right out of dewies hand and gives him his water. Dewey pursed his lips as Vince sat back down, letting a huff out as he did.

"So you got attacked last night," Dewey started.

"Yeah, Mum left this morning."

"And you didn't go with her?"

"Not gonna drag her into her death because of me, She's been through enough, also for her safety."

Dewey nodded.

"And you came to me…"

"Well, I heard somewhere that badass and ghostface killer Dewey riley lived here so…"

From this Dewey let out a dry laugh and a small smile, but it went away as he stared around at the room for a bit.

"Look, I'm not asking you to put you're life on the line for me, or to drag you into figuring out who'se after me" Vince says, leaning forward slightly, "I just…" He sighed.

"I know that there's no one in this town that's gonna look out for me, and I know I've been shit to this town, you and everyone in the past. But I know if there's anyone I trust here, it's you."

Dewey said nothing as he stared right at Vince, his eyes felt old, they had seen so much in the last 26 years that Vince couldn't imagine. He had seen this boy grow up from the angsty teenager who would throw obscenities at him, who had screamed and cried at him and had stuck through with him into his adulthood, he had to. Because know one else in town had seen him as the victim of their mistreatment.

And then his eyes lifted to something on the bench of the room, a small box which had her ashes. The one he couldn't save.

Tatum.

And then Dewey sighed.

"Alright, You've convinced me…"

"Huh?"

Dewey got up, almost shaking his head almost knowingly.

"That was a good pitch, I guess I've got to help you."

"Did you drink something this morning?" Vince asked genuinely, sort of laughing as Dewey stood up straight.

"Hey now, that's no way to talk to someone helping you investigate you're attacker," Dewey said, as he went over and grabbed his old gun and badge.

Vince was sort of laughing slightly to himself until he felt his phone began to ring

With that, his skin grew cold slightly as he looked over at Dewey who was now looking at him, a sense of dread was in his eyes as Vince slowly pulled out his phone and looked at the caller.

It was Liv.

Oh thank god, Vince thought, and he looked over to Dewey with relief on his face. It;'s just Liv, thank god.

But why is Liv calling? Is someone-

He answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sam wants us all to meet her at the Meeks place."

"Is something wrong? Was there another murder?"

"No, she says she wants to tell u something or whatever, something about these murders. I'll text you the adress."

"Alright-"

The phoen cut off and when Vince looked her at his phone, she had hung up.

"What was it?" Dewey asked.

"Liv says they're all meeting up at the Meeks place, says Sam's got something to say."

Dewey had a strange look in his eyes, at least to Vince that is, like he was thinking about something, though what it could possibly be Vince had no idea.

"Good thing I know where it is," Dewey said he walked towards his bedroom, "I'm gonna get ready, then we'll be off," He called and Vince heard his bedroom door shut, leaving Vince alone in the trailer.

Vince grabs the duffle bag and goes into the bathroom, he put the duffle bag on the sink as he stripped of his clothes and hopped in the shower, making sure to lock the bathrood door as he did. He made sure to keep his casted arm out of the water as best he could as he washed his hair and body.

As he did, he felt about his moustache a bit. He'd grown it out over the summer, but if anything, now it just made him feel older than he should have been.

Once he was done, he stepped out and died his hair a bit before he went into his duffle back and into his toiletries bag where he pulled out his electric razor.

He pulled it in and began to shave off his moustache, he made sure his arm was extra careful as he did. Once it was over, he made sure to put on some aftershave as he did.

Then he got changed into a green and blue ruby top and some denim pants. He put his old clothes into the duffle bag and put his phone back into his pocket as he left the bathroom.

Dewey was waiting out the front door and looked surprised at Vince's face.

"You shaved…"

"Can't always look old." Vince said as he passed him out the front door and towards Dewey truck. Dewey followed shortly behind and started the car, reversing out and driving the car out of the trailer park.

They soon found their way into the main road of town on which Vince just stared out the window for a bit. He thought of his mum for a bit, She's probably made out of town by now, He thought, the image of her driving in the car on the highway came into his mind as he stared off at the suburbian houses and trees passing by. It felt nice, if not for the slight stinging in his arm.

Sure enough they drove into the Meeks-Martin driveway, and just say theyre were, another car was. Vince looked as they stopped and saw Sam and Richie in the front seats. Dewey stepped out first and sort of limped along the front yard and then Vince followed by the other two, who both looked surprised by Dewies arrival.

"I've decided to temporarily assist you in you're investigation," Dewey said, looking proud of himself.

"Thank you," Sam said as he passed her and Richie on the front law. Vince watched him, he looked better than he had the last few times he had seen him. And he smiled.

"Oh good, now the drunk has a gun," Richie said to Sam and Vince shot him a glare.

"I'm sorry,whose actually helping with this investigation, you?" Vince asked, his voice strained slightly as Richie looked slightly taken a back.

"No…"

"Good," Vince said and followed after Dewey, then Sam and Richie followed.

"How do you know Dewey?" Sam asked as they walked.

"A long while."

The four of them then made their way up to the front door and knocked. On the otherside, Mindy stood and leads them inside.

"Thanks for letting us come by," Sam says.

"Are you kidding? The chance to talk to 3 ghostface survivors and a potential victim? I'm in."

"W-wait, am I the survivor of the victim?" Richie asked, looking at the four of them.

"Don't test you're luck," Vince whispered to him.

"Oh, you're so cute," Mindy added, looking over at Richie who looked slightly nervous.

Mindy leads them down a short hallway, in which at the end they could see what had to be the living room, as well as people already sitting on the couches.

"So, how do you know so much about the stab movies?" Richie asks as the enter the living room. And his answer is somewhat answered, as hanging next to the TV and blueray collection was a photo of Mindy and Chad's uncle: Randy. With a plaque right beneath which read: "RANDY MEEKS MEMORIAL HOME THEATRE."

"Randy was our uncle," Mindy said, "Rip," She then kissed her two index fingers and place them on the photo.

Vince looked around and the saw that the others he had seen before had arrived, with Chad, Liv and Wes sitting on one of the couches while Amber sat on a beanbag. Immediately he found himself frowning at Chad who seemed just as irritated as him.

Just before anyone can say anything, Chad and Mindy's Mum; Martha enter the room, carrying with her some snacks.

"Oh, suspects" She says rather cheerfully, as she places them on the coffee table, "My brother would be so proud."

Vince can't quite look at her right in the face when she says the last part and instead just looks over at the Blueray collection as he finds a seat on the sofa.

"Good to see you Martha," Dewey says as he hugs her. There embrace is cut short as she soon leaves the room, as Dewey takes a seat next to Wes, and Sam and Richie sit next to him.

Vince looks over to Amber who stares intently at him, arms crossed over legs as Sam speaks,

"I asked Mindy to call every body here because…." She let out a sigh, "There's something I have to tell you."

Vince began to scratch at his casted arm as he found himself looking at the others, who were all doing the same as the turned back and looked at Sam.

"What is it?" Chad asks and Sam sighs again, looking at Richie and then Dewey as if to figure the words out themselves. "So, Tara's dad… isn't my dad."

"Ok?" Vince says, not entirely sure where this conversation was leading to. Is it her dad or something that's the one attacking us.

He was about to ask that when Sam speaks again, and her words give much more weight that what Vince could have imagined.

"My father, is actually… Billy Loomis."

The words came out of her mouth and yet they echoed and bounced around Vince's head as he stared at her, eyes widened and his mouth slightly agape. The others did speak but they sounded almost like they were underwater.

"Wait what?"

"Are you serious?"

"The fuck."

Vince doesn't even know if he could speak, as Sam just looked around, her eyes didn't look watery, but they looked like they were close to. And all the while Vince just had a million thoughts running through his head.

Billy Loomis? She's the daughter of Billy Loomis? All this time? How did I- I don't know? I can't believe it. Is she…

Is she the same as me?

That's a weird way to think it, He internally shook his head as Chad spoke up after their chatter had subsided.

"So let me get this straight, you're saying you're the daughter of Billy Loomis and, what? One of us is the killer?"

"The killer told me that he knew my secret, he attacked Tara to lure me back here."

Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god, Vince's mind was going way to fast for words to process as he suddenly came to a realistation that no one had in that room.

He looked to Sam, then to Chad, then to Mindy.

Billy Loomis, Randy. What are the odds that-

"But why would he go and attack creepozoid here" Chad asks, gesturing to Vince who for the most part hadn't really quite been focusing on the conversation as he came to his conclusion to his thoughts.

And so, involuntary, he let out a giggle, a sort of strange noise that was caught between a laugh an a hiccup. Everyone stopped and stared at him, looking rather confused and concerned as he zoned back into what was actually being said, like a deer in headlights.

"What?" Mindy asks.

Vince stares at her and then blinks again.

"Sorry, it's just umm… I think I can answer that…"

He lookes around a bit as he tries to relax into the chair a bit, looking at the others who were now watching him. If anythingit just made him even more nervous on what he was going to say.

"So…" He started, "My mum is Leslie Macher…" He looked at the others and then at Dewey before turning away slightly, "Stu Macher's sister."

"Whose Stu Macher?" Liv asks genuinely. Dewey looks like he's about to answer, but Vince does it first.

"The second killer in the original murders, Billy's acomplice" He then looks over at Sam whose face he can't quite read of emotion, she looks surprised and almost something else. He wasn't sure.

"So, we have two suspects already then?" Chad says, and Vince rolls his eyes, glaring at him.

"I'm sorry Chad, have you added anything to this discussion?"

"Both of you, cut it out" Wes tries to start, but Chad continues,

"No, cause you know it's usually and outsider of the friend group whose the guilty party."

"Not in you're stupid clique, so It can't be me. Plus, I already got mained last night" Vince then holds up his casted arm for him to see, "In case you know, missed it."

"Don't they always make themselves look like the victim so that they loose suspicion?"

Vince glared at him, the fact he could have died last night, the fact that he was thinking nothing about what his mum was doing when he was trying to crawl away from the attacker, or that he spent hours in the hospital to get it stitched up, and not only that, but finally them the truth, the fact that was the nephew of Stu Macher, the fact that his name and his legacy and encased him and his family in shadows for decades.

And here Chad was, just like the rest of town, accusing him, pointing their fingers, their suspicions, those suspicions that had haunted him for years as a child; he had brought them up again.

He stood up, "Good to fucking know nothing changes in this town," Vince says as he begins to leave.

He could heard Chad say something to Liv.

"Told you he was bad part of this town."

Vince saw red and turned around. Dewey looked alarmed as Vince raised his voice, moving slightly towards Chad.

"Look Chad, I get it, yall think I'm the killer, you think I attacked Tara on Friday and attacked Sam and the hospital and maybe I just took a knife and just stabbed myself over to fool you all. I know youve wanted these accusations for all the time you've known me. I get it. But I'm done. Look, I'm sorry that my uncle tried to kill your uncle. I'm sorry that he caused so much pain and tore this town up. But I'm done being the scapegoat that everyone can point to because they can't blame him anymore. But I didn't do those things, I didn't try to kill Randy, I didn't try to kill Sidney and I didn't try to kill-"

His eyes landed on Dewey, and he found himself almost choking on his own words, tears in his eyes slightly. Voices came into his head from his past, those kids and those adults who filled his head with their taunts.

"Why are you hanging around Dewey Riley? Don't you think you're families caused him enough grief?"

"Sherrif Dewey probably hates your guts, and he should. You're uncle helped kill hs sister."

"Who do you think Sherrif Dewey sees when he looks at you, Vince? All he ever sees is the murderer who helped kill his sister."

"Hasn't you're family hurt the Riley's enough? Do you think he's actually happy to see you?"

Everyone was just staring at him as he breathed heavily through his nose. Chad looked speechless as he looked over to Mindy, who had just a raised eyebrow as Vince kicked the floor slightly in defeat.

"Whatever.." He then stormed out of the room, heading back into the hallway. He could hear footsteps following after him.

"Vince, wait a minute!" Dewey called as Vince stopped and looked over at Dewey. He had this sort fo look in his face that he hadn't seen in such a while, a pained sort of look.

"It's fine, whatever," Vince said, not quite looking at him in the eyes.

"I've never said that you-"

"It's fine" Vince asserted, he knew what Dewey was going to say. He then let out a sigh, "Look, you can stay in there and get whatever information you need, I'm just not gonna sit in there and get accused the whole fucking way through."

He looked at Dewey again, waiting for an answer before he said, "I'll just wait in the car."

Dewey said nothing but nodded, he wanted to say something but Vince didn't even know if he wanted to hear it.

"I'll see you outside," Was all Dewey said before he turned around back into the living room.

Vince stormed right out the front door of the Meek-Martin's house and without thinking of which car was which, got into the first car that was in front of him, which much to his delight was unlocked as he sat on the passenger's seat, arms crossed angrily as tried to calm down.

Of fucking course they think I'm the killer. Fucking degenerates the lot of them.

Except Dewey of course, and Maybe Sam, he didn't know quite well whether or not Sam was like the others.

Richie hadn't said anything, but he was definitely annoying.

Dewey better come out soon, he thought as he went and checked his phone and onto the news. There had already been posts about Sam's attack at the hospital, as well as his attack at the pub's car park.

To think whoever attacked us last night is in that house, he thought as a message from his mum popped up.

"Hey, I'm out of town now, how are you doing? Are you ok?"

Vince smiled a bit before he typed in his response.

"With Dewey, so I'm fine." And hit send. His mum then seemed to be typing something before reacting with a heart to his message. Of course, I'll be fine, Dewey is with me, he knows I'm not the killer.

Just as he thought this, the front door of the house slammed open and Vince looked up. Oh he's finally done, Vince thought, thinking it was Dewey, Maybe he's gotten some suspicions on who he thinks are the killers.

But it wasn't Dewey, it was Sam.

Sam? Vince looked around and that was when he now finally noticed how the car he was not Dewey's truck, or looked even remotely like it.

Sam looked visibly unhappy as she stormed out but even more so when she saw Vince, which was now when he realized that he was in her car instead.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She called out.

"I'm not being the killer if that's what you think."

Sam scoffed a bit, clearly whatever it was that they had said in there was still bothering her, but she sighed and Vince almost felt bad for his attitude.

"Look, I thought this was Dewey's truck, didn't realize it was-"

But before he could finish, Sam marched over to the driver's seat and got in.

"Wha- what's going on?' Vince asked, but Sam just put on her seatbelt and began to put the car in reverse. Vince jumped slightly and quickly grabbed to put on his seatbelt and held on tight. Just as she did, Vince could see Richie running out of the house and Sam unwinding the window a bit, "I'll meet you back at the hotel," Before quickly reversing out of the driveway. Even as Sam closed the window, he could hear Richie say out loud: "The first fucking rule of these movies is not to split up!"

They were soon cruising down the street and Sam had yet to say anything. Vince looked over at her, and her hands seemed to be trembling on the steering wheel. She looked shaken up, and Vince had a good idea of what was said that made her this way.

"Let me guess, they think you're the killer," Vince said. Sam looked exacerbated.

"I know right, Why'd you think I left for? Heard that enough when there wasn't a Ghostface lurking around, and now to have their actually being one and there's suspecting me? Cause it's easy. Fuck no."

Sam looked at him a bit and Vince caught what her eyes were saying.

"Look, this is fine, now that all of the suspects are back there in the same location means we can cross out who the killer is."

"The suspects? How do I know that you're not the killer?"

"The same reason that you're not the killer!" Vince yelled out, "Because you and I have every excuse and reason for not being the killer. I mean that's why you left Woodboro isn't it."

"Yeah, mostly, I just couldn't be here."

"I wish, I've been stuck here since high school, never really got to get a chance to leave her. Plus my Mom's here. I couldn't just leave her here to get attacked by the wolves."

"Where is she?"

"Out of here, After I got out of the hospital I told her that the killer would go after her. I've got no clue where she is."

"That's still not convincing me why you shouldn't be on my suspect list."

"How doesn't it? You think I want to be like him? You think I want to live up to what everyone said about me my whole life? I'm just like you, you don't want to be him any more than I want to be like Stu. Fuck, Billy has more chance of being the killer than us."

"Billy's dead."

"Yeah, that's the point, it's that low."

"How do I know that you didn't come into my car to try and kill me?"

"The killer would have done something by now wouldn't they, but they're not, that's why they didn't kill you last night cause they're just waiting for Act 3 to reveal themselves and explain why the movies made them kill or some shit."

"So you could just be trying to find out more so you can use that against me later!"

"So could you! Do you want to make a blood pact so we can both say that we aren't the killers?"

"Are you fucking kidding me, how is that gonna take you off my list?"

"As the killers in any of these movies made a blood pact with their victim?"

"No?"

"Well then, we both say that neither of us is the killer because in many ways neither of us wants to ever become what they were or hold up their legacy. That's our pact."

"So no blood pact."

"Fuck no, that's how you get sick, also we can't injury ourselves even more, not when the killers are still on the loose."

"How do you know that there's more than one."

"There's always more than ne in the stab movies, which are very much based in reality over the last 25 years. When has there been only 1 killer in one of these.." But then Vince remembered stab 3. "Ok, except in Stab 3, there have been two killers working together, which means that two people in that house are the killers."

Sam looked a little bit relaxed as Vince leaned against the car a bit. Sam's eyes then looked over at her rear mirror and was started.

The hallucinative image of Billy Loomis sat in the backseat of the car, his shirt still bloodied as he looked at Vince, and then to Sam. Vince looked over at Sam for a moment and could the tension in her eyes.

"The nerve of this kid right?" Billy said. Of course, was Sam's hallucination, so he didn't hear anything.

Sam looked back at the road, her grip tightening on the steering wheel again.

"What's wrong, is there someone following us?" Vince asked, turning over and looking at the back seat window. Sam glanced over and Vince was staring right at Billy. If only he had known.

"Don't tell me the killer's following us?" Vince said worriedly.

"What? Why would the killer be in a car following us?"

"Hey it happened on Halloween all the time, wouldn't be that surprised if the killers were that idiotic to try and drive with their masks on.

Sam watched the rear window as Billy who before had a scowl on his face contorted into a grin as he looked at Vince, "Real work isn't he, You just wanna have sex with everything that reminds you of what I did"

"I'm not in the mood to talk right now!" Sam said angrily, looking directly at the rear window. Vince looked confused at Sam whose eyes had turned back to the road again, clearly bothered by something.

"Ok, we don't need to talk if that's what you want," Vince said earnestly. Sam groaned a bit, "I wasn't talking to you- You know what never mind."

"There's no one else in the car with us," Vince said, looking around, again missing Billy who looked amused.

"You know once you find the fuckers who are after you, you can always cut him in deep, sure he'd be into that."

Sam looked more distressed, "Shut the fuck up for once!"

"What have I done?" Vince asked perplexed as he glanced over at the speed gauge and his heart lept. The car was currency picking up speed, they were going 70 mph in a 50-hour zone.

"Sam, you need to slow down," Vince said quietly.

"What?"

"Slow down! You shouldn't be going this fast in a street, You're gonna get us killed! Just calm down for a second"

"I am calm!"

"You know fuckhead has a point."

"Shut up, just shut up, You're not even here!"

"Er, I'm pretty sure I'm sitting next to you in this car, where's they are only TWO OF US SITTING HERE!"

"WE ARE!"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night."

Sam almost looked like she was about to cry, "Fuck off, This is all Your fault we're in this!"

"How?" Vince looked bewildered, "I'm pretty sure I wasn't born when Maureen Prescott was murdered."

"I'm not talking about you" Sam yelled.

"Sam there's no one else is this fucking-"

Then something clicked in Vince's head as he slowly turned his eyes to Sam. He all of a sudden seemed to understand what was happening to Sam, and so he asked as calmly as he could.

"Sam, who are you seeing that's in the car with us."

Sam gulped and looked over at him, her eyes trembling.

"Billy Loomis."

Vince's eyes slowly turned to Sam, fear apparent in his eyes.

"Please tell me you're taking medication," Vince says slowly.

"I do."

"THEN WHY ISN'T IT WORKING?"

"I DON'T KNOW? IT STARTED UP SINCE I GOT HERE!"

"Then why are you driving then if you're having hallucinations?"

"He hasn't shown in my car before!"

"Look, Sam just pull over."

"What?"

"Pull over, you're going way to fast right now!"

Sam ignored this as she felt her eyes lingering on the rear mirror to her father, his cold stare staring back at her. Why was he here? Why now?

Vince looks over, panic-ridden in his mind that he almost feels like throwing up, then towards the rear mirror, but from what he sees, there is no one there. He looks back at Sam, a sudden realization kicks in.

"Oh my god, you're dad is gonna kill us!"

Sam looks at him bewildered, not even sure if she heard what he said correctly as she looks back to the road. The hallucinative Billy at this point simply chuckles at Vince's distressed state as well as his daughters.

"You finally gonna do something about it?" He taunts Sam.

"Shut up, I'm not in the mood right now?"

"Sam, Sam, Sam. Since when have you let others walk all over you, is that what leaving Woodsborro did for you? Running away from what you are? Or are you finally gonna do something about it?"

"I'm not like you!" Sam bellowed.

"No one said you were!" Vince yells hysterically. Billy smiles at their torment.

"Really? And how else do you think you'll survive?"

Sam looks at Billy petrified.

"You know when I found out Maureen Presscot was fucking my father, I dissected her like a frog in biology-"

"Stop it!"

"So how about instead you go find the fuckers who are coming after you and cut their fucking throats!"

"No!" Sam screams at him and Vince suddenly finds himself looking in front of them, they are coming to an intersection far too quickly, and with the one-sided screaming match from Sam's side he barely notices how many cars are driving by. His eyes went wide with realization.

"Sam!" He finds himself yelling and Sam seems to notice this too as she pushes her foot hard on the break. The whole car lurches forward and Vince almost feels his face hit the dashboard. Both of their heads flick back onto their seats as they both breathe in and out quickly, their hearts racing over what just transpired.

They had just stopped right before the crossing. Vinc'es eyes are filled with tears of fear as Sam soon finds herself looking back into the rear mirror. Billy has gone, it is only her and Vince now in the car. Oh my god, we almost died, Vince thought as he looked over at Sam. She looked completely petrified, terrified out of her own mind, nothing like he had seen her before. He slowly reaches a handout and gently places it on her shoulder. She jumps a bit and stares at him before she slightly relaxes.

"It's ok," Vince says gently, not even sure what words he is saying, "He's gone. He can't hurt you."

Sam breathes heavily for a bit, trying to catch her breath, and Vince keeps his hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing it as they just sit there. It's all over now, at least for the Billy apparition. The Killer, or killers was still out there.