All language subtitles for Scream s03e01 The Deadfast Club.eg

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

- Hello?
- MAN: Is this Nancy Givens?

Nope. Wrong number.

Oh, sorry. Who am I speaking to?

Becky. Who's this?

- Are you over 18, Becky?
- Barely.

Good enough for me.

Hey, I'm calling
from your local service provider

with a seasonal survey
for our customers.

- I'm really busy.
- It's just a few questions.

Let's start with...

what's your favorite
scary movie?

(GASPS)

Look, don't call back, okay?

- (DOORBELL RINGS)
- BECKY: Ow!

- Damn it.
- (DOORBELL RINGING REPEATEDLY)

- What are you supposed to be?
- (DISTANT KIDS SHOUTING)

I'm Florence Nightingale.

Aren't you supposed to trick me
or something?

- (BECKY SCREAMS)
- (CHUCKLES)

Careful.
I paid a lot for these bad boys.

(BOY LAUGHS)

Trick or treat!

Happy Halloween, punk.

KIDS:
Trick or treat!

BOY:
Deion, where are you?

(RUSTLING)

(BOY GASPS)

BOY:
Deion? Is that you?

TOMMY:
Rawr!

Your costume sucks.
Now give me your candy, you loser.

BOY:
Hey, stop! Give it back!

Give it back!

DEION: And D-Day Elliot
cuts to the left.

Another spin move
around a defender.

DEION:
There you are!

Been looking all over for you.
I scored.

Got a Twins bar
at the last house. Here.

Half for you, half for me.

What's up with you?

Where's your candy?

BOY:
Tommy Jenkins stole it.

Tommy Jenkins is a bitch who can't
keep up with me on the field.

Where'd he go?

BOY: He ran away after he
chucked my candy over that fence.

DEION:
Then why are we standing here?

BOY: Deion, wait.
You can't go in there.

- That's where Hookman lives.
- "Hookman"?

Let me guess.
Tommy Jenkins tell you that?

BOY: He... He said the dude's
got a straight-up hook for a hand

and slices up kids like us.

Well, I ain't gonna let
no Hookman stop me

because Hookman doesn't exist.

BOY: Easy for you to say.
Nothing stops you. You're D-Day Elliot.

Damn straight.

And I got you.

- (DOGS BARKING)
- BOY: Shh! Shh.

(WINGS FLAP, CREATURE SCREECHES)

(DEION BREATHING HEAVILY)

BOY:
Hey, over here!

BOY:
Found it! I found it!

BOY:
I got you, bruh. I got you.

- (HOOKMAN SHOUTS)
- (BOY SCREAMS)

(BOY GROANING)

- (BOY SCREAMING)
- No, I got you.

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(BRAKES SQUEAK)

Running late today, D-Day.

(DOG BARKING)

Son of a biscuit.

Hey, yo, Deion!

Hey, get up here
where you belong, bruh.

- What's good, Hawkins?
- Man, you are, D-Day. Like, too good.

That's why I got 12 carries
the past four years.

Being your backup is really
harshing my chances with the ladies,

you know what I'm saying?

Ain't nothing like that,
White Chocolate.

If it was, I'd have more
than just San Diego State

trying to come see me
play next week.

BETH:.
VIP treatment.

Must be nice.

Takes them an hour
to wand my face.

You ever think about, like,
not sticking that crap in it, Beth?

Would you think I'm pretty then?

Tsk, I... I don't know.
You still freaky as hell.

I mean, but maybe
we can talk about it.

You wanna cut?

I mean, it's cool.
You can take my spot.

Telling me to cut is a bad idea.

Like, really bad.

MAN:
All right, keep the line moving.

(SCANNER BEEPS)

MAN:
Empty your pockets.

- (WAND CHIRPING, BEEPS)
- MAN: That's it.

MAN:
Mm-hmm.

- (SCANNER BEEPING)
- (WAND SQUEALING)

MAN:
What's in here?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

Deion Elliot?

Deion Elliot?

(WHISPERS) And that's what happens
when the school makes exceptions.

I'm here, Mrs. Pell.

You know the rules: if you're not
in your seat when the bell rings...

I do, and I'm sorry, but Coach
will murder me if I get detention.

Sit down, then.

BOY:
That's a cool shirt!

MRS. PELL:
Olivia Reynolds?

Liv? Pretty sure
I'm staring at you staring at...

- Sorry, Mrs. Pell. Here, obviously.
- (GIRL LAUGHING)

Now is not the time
for distraction!

My fellow students,
it's time we focus.

Donald Trump trying to tear
us black folks down, y'all.

Today, it's Weaver's lunch
subsidy under attack.

But what about tomorrow?
Go see Manny and sign this petition.

Make sure your voice is heard!
Deion Elliot!

We from the same block,
so don't you dare try ducking me.

Kym's a lot to deal with
sometimes, huh?

All the time...
but I still love her.

A disturbance? Hell, no, Mrs.
Pell. I will not be silenced.

First Amendment. You hear me?

Do you hear me?!

Is this seat taken?

Um... no.

None of them are, actually.

Shocker.

Babe, Homecoming Week is coming up,
and I know you're new here and all,

but you're supposed to wear my
jersey to the game. It's tradition.

Yeah, well, it's too bad
I'm not traditional, then.

Come on. We've been circling each other
since the day you set foot in this school.

You and me getting together,
it's destiny.

Yeah, well, I'll think about it.

And until we do,
don't call me "babe."

- Hey, Deion. Come here, I need you.
- What's up?

Liv, meet the second best player
on the team.

The second best?
Who we got better than D-Day?

Oh, you mean you. Right.

I was trying to get Liv
to wear my jersey to the game,

and I was hoping the great Deion
Elliot would do me a solid and...

- put in a word.
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

If I was you,
I would definitely take that jersey.

It's the cleanest one
on the team, so...

Oh, why is that?

- All's Avery does is hand the rock off to me.
- (SNICKERS)

Ain't that right, Avery?

Nice to officially meet you.

Um...

LIV:
Well...

- (SIREN WAILS)
- DEION: Hey! Kym.

Come on, we came to Weaver
to get away from the sirens.

Yeah, Weaver's supposed to be
different,

but I just got a detention
from Mrs. Pell.

So right now,
it feels pretty much the same.

Well, dang. I'm sorry.

You good?

I'm curious.

Who's wearing your jersey
to the game, D-Day?

- (CHUCKLES)
- Other girls are asking me, is all.

Ah, well, tell them other girls
that it's nothing personal,

but the only one who gets
to wear my jersey is my mom.

That's a mistake.

You just made them want it more.

Oh.

Interesting.

(ENGINE TURNS OFF)

(CELL PHONE CLICKING, WHOOSHES)

(DISTANT TRAIN HORN BLARING)

Hey, there.
I'm looking for Marcus.

(RASPY VOICE) Tommy!

(CELL PHONE CLICKING, WHOOSHES)

(TOMMY GASPS)

- (GASPING CONTINUES)
- (HORN HONKING)

DEION: I got your stupid notes!

Now what?

You scared, huh?

Look,
I ain't got time for games.

You got two minutes to show.

(CAR HORN BLARING)

(RASPY BREATHING)

(ALARM CHIRPS, STOPS)

You messing with my ride,
Elliot?

You messing with me, Collins?

What are you talking about?
We just got here.

Who's we?

LIV: Hey, you okay, Deion?
What happened?

- DEION: Nothing I can't handle.
- That's how you roll, right?

If it was up to D-Day,
he'd do everything himself.

Wouldn't even need a team.

You don't know me, Avery.
I can promise you that.

AVERY: I know we've been playing
ball together for four years,

and all you care about
is racking up them yards

and getting that golden ticket
to some fancy college.

The truth is you'd have it by
now if they really wanted you.

- Avery, stop.
- Liv, please stay out of this, okay?

This argument,
it's been a long time coming,

way before you ever stepped foot in school
and Deion started making eyes at you.

You don't even care
if we win or lose, do you?

As long as you get yours,
to hell with your teammates.

Oh, but you care
about them boys?

- What's that supposed to mean?
- It means I see you for who you really are.

- Maybe the others don't, but I do.
- You know what I see?

Weaver bent the rules to let
you come here and you don't fit.

Football's all you got,
and you know I got options,

and it eats you up inside.

Seriously, guys, stop. Shouldn't you
be saving this for the other team?

Yeah.

Yeah, I gotta go to practice.

Hey, enjoy the walk.

Maybe your broke ass
will have a car one day, too.

Leave him alone, Avery.
Why are you being such a dick?

Why are you defending him?
You're supposed to be with me.

I'm not supposed to be anything.
You don't own me.

It probably wouldn't take much,
though, would it?

You know what? I'm leaving.

AVERY: The hell you are.
Unh-unh.

Try that move on me.

- What's going on here?
- AVERY: I don't know, ma'am.

I was on my way to practice when
Deion assaulted me for no reason.

- That's a lie. Avery started it.
- MRS. PELL: Well, I'm finishing it.

This was your second chance, Mr. Elliot.
Please report to detention.

That's not fair.
You didn't see what happened.

And if you're so keen on Mr. Elliot,
I think it best you accompany him.

Detention, you two, now.

Okay, welcome to detention.
My name is Mr. Fitch.

Blah, blah, blah.

Look, I'm not gonna read off
all your names,

mainly because
they're so complicated.

What do you want,
headphones?

It's Amir.
Amir Ayoub, actually.

Thanks for proving my point.

I work at my parents' donut shop
after school.

They really need my help.
I'm only here on a technicality.

I don't care.

Cool. Cool.

Yeah, I don't care
why any of you are here.

It's my job simply to make sure
you do your time.

And that there is the problem
with this school.

And society.

- Kym, don't start.
- I'd listen to your gay BFF.

B-F-F.

The gay is always silent,
unless he doesn't want it to be.

- All right, I can speak for myself.
- But you don't.

And Fitch needs to know that people
are more than their sexual orientation.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- Ah!

Great,
the jock and the cheerleader.

Now it's a real Breakfast Club.

- What is that supposed to mean?
- Google it, Kym.

I think you'll appreciate
its textured presentation

of institutionalized
teenage oppression.

Mr. Fitch,
I... I can't be here right now.

- Okay? I got...
- (SNAPS FINGERS)

He doesn't care.

And now that that's settled,
I have papers to grade.

I'll be back at 4:00.

And if anyone needs anything,

talk to Gene Simmons over there.
She's done this more than I have.

Who are these kids?
I've never seen them before.

Well, they all been here.

You just ain't noticed 'cause you've
been the "It Girl" around these hallways

since you moved
to the A this year.

The last I checked, you and I
never really had a conversation,

so I don't think the "It
Girl" label really applies.

Oh, well, last time I checked,
you were definitely taking Avery's jersey

and getting into his car.

And that's a deal breaker.

Well, your judgment
is clearly better than mine.

But that doesn't make him
my boyfriend.

I might have grabbed your number
from one of the other cheerleaders.

- So I'll send you my info just in case.
- Oh, okay. Yeah.

- Huh.
- (CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Hey, are you... Are you okay?

(CELL PHONE CLICKING, WHOOSHES)

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to creep you out.

No. No, no, it's not...

It's cool.
I just gotta take care of something.

Oh.

Okay, so The Breakfast Club is a
comedy from a hundred years ago

about a group of white kids
from different cliques

who get thrown
in detention together.

Eighty-nine percent
on Rotten Tomatoes.

It's better than it sounds.
Maybe my favorite film.

- Really?
- No, dork. I'm a horror girl.

But Fitch is right,
the six of us pretty much cover

the entire nauseating range
of high school stereotypes.

It says there's only
five characters in the movie.

Six works.
It's better, actually.

Let me guess. No gays?

The jock, princess,
the geek, the rebel.

Unh-unh, don't you dare try
stuffing me in one of your boxes.

- What about you?
- That's easy. She the basket case.

And can you put that thing out?
Manny has asthma.

Whatever.

(INHALES)

Is this seat taken?

Hey, points for the callback.

- (WINDOW OPENS)
- SHANE: What's up, misfits?

Shane? What are you doing here?

Last time I checked, detention is for
students, not dope-dealing dropouts.

Come on, Kym, I got a big sale.

I got reds, got blues,

got all the colors
of the rainbow.

Hey, speaking of,
y'all wanna party tonight?

Check it.

Yeah.

Does Mr. Fade have a DJ yet?

I'll tell you what. Why don't you
bring your ass out ask him yourself?

KYM:
I heard of this guy before.

Throws pop-up parties all around town.
Supposed to be legit.

- Twenty bucks?
- Yeah, and worth every penny.

Satisfaction guaranteed.

Especially yours.

I hate parties.

Always full of people.

Yeah, well, I got a good feeling
you're gonna like this one.

How about I convince you
in private?

Fine. You're all free to go.

Just be back by 4:00 so we don't
have to do this again tomorrow, okay?

And they say romance is dead.

If it ain't, these two weirdos
about to kill it.

(SHANE EXHALES)

(SHOWERS RUNNING)

All right, I'm here!

Where you at?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- (GUNFIRE, ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
- (GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

- (GUNFIRE, ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
- Ah! (GROANING)

Is he dead?

Too many hits to the head,
maybe?

Ah! (PANTING)

- Did y'all see it?
- See what?

Somebody just jumped me.

Some kind of... Ghostface.

- Thought I was the freak.
- I'm being serious.

I can prove it.

He must've erased the messages
to make me seem crazy.

Then he's doing a hell of a job.

I gotta go.

KYM:
Yep.

Definitely one too many hits
to the head.

- (WHISTLE BLOWS)
- BOY: Down! Ten-hut!

(BOYS SHOUTING)

I could've hit that hole,

and my feet are still killing me
from last night's shift.

- Hey, Mama.
- Hey, baby.

- School called you?
- Sure did.

You mad at me?

I'm not happy about you getting
detention, but you're a good boy, Deion.

Then why are you here?

It's almost Halloween.

Look, Mama, this ain't got nothing
to do with Halloween, okay?

White boy said something
that I didn't like.

I lost my head for a minute,
that's it.

Okay, okay, but you sure
you don't wanna talk about it?

I can call that fancy doctor
in Sandy Springs.

Oh, what?

No. Look, Mama, you're not hearing me.
I'm good.

Hey, ain't no shame in it. It's pulled
you through rough patches before.

You can tell that
to San Diego State.

They got one more scholarship to give and they
gonna give it to somebody in their right mind.

Listen, don't put so much
pressure on yourself, baby.

You're having a great season.
You could chill some.

I'll be able to chill
when I go pro.

And I'll buy you a house
out West.

You can put those sore feet
of yours in the ocean.

Well, that's sweet.

When I finish my night classes
and my career gets back on track,

I'll be buying my own house.

Yeah.

Just promise me you're good,
and it's not like last time.

Mama, I promise.

I'm good.
I'm not seeing ghosts anymore.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR RHYTHMICALLY)

- Hey, Dad.
- I'm on my way to work.

You seemed
a little quiet at dinner.

Is there anything I should know?

It's a long day at school,
that's all.

Yeah.

Detention has a way of making the
school day longer, doesn't it?

Uh...

I... I didn't know you knew.

Look, I know we're still
settling into Atlanta.

I'm at a new precinct,
you're at a new school.

But I need to know
you're on the right track.

Uh, I'm sorry. I'll do better.

I promise you can trust me.

I'm a cop, Olivia.

I don't trust anyone.

(TAPPING ON WINDOW RHYTHMICALLY)

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

(DISTANT SIREN WAILING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Is Deion home?

I tried calling,
but he's not answering me.

(CHUCKLES)
Then he making a big mistake.

Name's Jay.

You want something to drink?

I want all the drinks,

but right now
I just need to find Deion.

Do you have any idea
where he is?

JAY:
If he took my advice,

he's probably at the Old Metro
Station blowing off some steam.

There's a big party
that way tonight.

So, how do you know Deion?

I'm his brother.

Half-brother
if you wanna be specific.

His mom, our dad...

Sounds complicated.

No, it's pretty simple.

Let me break
something down for you.

You seem like a nice girl
and all,

but the only thing
Deion care about is football.

Yeah,
I'm not trying to distract him.

It's not your fault,

but you are distracting as hell.

So anyway, What you need
to talk to Deion about?

- It's...
- Complicated?

Yeah.

How old is he here?

That's not Deion.

That's Marcus.

Who's Marcus?

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(BUZZING)

(MUSIC FADES)

Man, who is this?

GHOSTFACE: You don't recognize my voice?
I thought we were blood.

Man, quit playing.
We both know you ain't Marcus.

The only thing we know is that you
have no idea what's under my mask.

Man, quit calling me. All right?
I ain't got time to play these games.

Aren't you curious
about who I'm gonna kill?

Or do you only care
about yourself?

That's your rep these days,
isn't it, D-Day?

- I don't give a damn what you think about me.
- Then I'm gonna make you care.

I'm gonna carve away
at Deion Elliot,

the man, the myth,
the legend, bit by bit.

Find what lies beneath.

Beneath what?
You're the one wearing a costume.

No. I'm wearing armor.

That's the only way to survive
high school these days, isn't it?

But I'm gonna find the seams,

stick my knife in it and cut
through your bone and meat

until it scrapes
against what matters most.

- Oh, yeah, what's that?
- The truth.

Who you are,
who your friends are on the inside.

The only question is,
who dies first?

Kym? Amir? Manny? Beth?

Liv?

- You stay away from her.
- Too late. She just got to the party.

- But will she make it out?
- Okay, okay.

- I'll play.
- Then come to the Old Metro Station.

Better hurry,

or there's gonna be blood
on your hands and mine.

(SCREAMS)

- Amir?!
- You actually know my name?

Shut up!
You the one messing with me?

I don't know what you're talking
about, I swear.

- Then why are you here?
- I went to Shane's party.

And it sounded dead, so I came
back here to get my DJ equipment.

- I keep it in my locker so my parents won't find it.
- What about the costume?

- SHANE: Welcome, welcome. Enjoy.
- MAN: Thanks, brother.

Whoa, Deion Elliot,
I'll be damned!

Now it's a party.

Don't sound like it.

Oh, yeah, that's the point.
We don't want cops shutting us down.

Here.
But wait till you get inside.

Oh, it's a silent disco.

That's why I didn't hear
anything before.

So, your DJ situation?

Oh, it's lit. Yeah.

We got DJ Wysper spinning
as we speak.

You said I could talk to Fade
about it.

- Well, where is he?
- Ah...

He's around here somewhere.

- Could you be a little more specific?
- No, no, I can't.

Everybody knows that nobody knows
who Fade really is, you know?

Kinda like Banksy or Batman.

- Everyone knows who Batman is.
- (CHUCKLES)

SHANE:.
Oh, wait, whoa.

One more thing
you gotta put on first.

- (BAG RUSTLES)
- You'll love this.

- How you know about this?
- About what?

All I know is it's Halloween
and girls love theme parties.

- AMIR: We going inside or what?
- No, we not. Go home.

- What? No. Why?
- I got my reasons.

Just go in the house,
lock the door and keep your head down.

That's literally
every other night of my life.

- So, what if I don't?
- I'ma tell your parents where you at.

Best be on my way, then.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(CHEERING ECHOES)

So, you satisfied?

With the party? Yes.

With you, not yet.

KYM:
Boom! Hand on boob. Pay up.

- Adios, Mr. Hamilton.
- (KYM CHUCKLES)

Big fan of your play.

Sucker.

Please tell me
you didn't bring me here

so we can watch
other people make out.

I brought you here
so you'd get in the game.

So pick a dude, any dude,
and ask him to dance.

- See where it goes from there.
- I hate dancing.

Name one thing you don't hate.

Admittedly,
harder than it should be.

- I do love Midtown.
- Too good for your own hood, huh?

We both used a fake address
to get into Weaver, Kym.

- Pretty sure it was your idea.
- I was thinking about our future.

It's all about academics for us
right now.

So, I guess you're right.

The romantic stuff can wait.

Well, Midtown is my future.

It's where I can be myself.

Just gotta make it
these five months.

Survive high school and move a
hundred blocks to Georgia Tech.

Five months and a hundred blocks.
That's my plan.

So, what's your sad sack,

no-dancing-self gonna do
if I don't get into Tech?

Don't even. I'll burn the
place down if you don't.

What the hell, Avery?

I'm sorry.
I had to do it.

I saw you walk in.
I couldn't take my eyes off you.

Learn. Because whatever
we've been doing, it's done.

Are you even going to give me
a chance to explain?

I don't need you to explain something I
already understand, so understand this.

I would never be with somebody
who says those kinds of things.

I get it.

All right.
Yeah, you and Deion, huh?

No, you don't get it, because I'm
not some trophy for you to win.

No, babe, wait.

I told you, don't call me "babe"
and don't touch me ever again.

I thought you were different,
but I guess you're just like all the rest.

Drop dead, Avery.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

- I'm here.
- GHOSTFACE: You look scared.

- You're the one scared to show your face.
- I'm right beside you.

And I brought a real knife
with me this time.

(GROANS)

Told you I was here.
So here's the game.

I want you to confess your deepest,
darkest secret to your new friends.

- Man, I hardly know any of them.
- Good.

That'll make baring
your soul to them

all the more humiliating.

Look, I had reasons
for doing what I did.

Let them be the judge of that
when they see who you really are

on the inside.

If you don't, you'll be seeing
the insides of someone else...

or maybe your own.

- Deion, you're bleeding.
- I know. I know. It's okay.

No, it's not okay.
We need to talk.

Yeah, I know that, too.

Come on.

Hey, is there any way everybody can
hear me through their headphones?

(MIC FEEDBACK SQUEALING)

- Hey, everybody, you with me?
- (MUSIC STOPS)

- (PEOPLE CLAMORING)
- I need to talk to the Breakfast Club.

So if you know what that mean,
get your ass on the bus.

Look, y'all gotta leave.

Okay? Y'all in danger.

We supposed to leave
the best party of the year?

- Boy, you crazy.
- DEION: Kym, I'm being serious.

Somebody's threatening to kill
one of y'all.

Let me guess: Ghostface.

This doesn't make any sense.

- I know, I know.
- MANNY: No, I don't think you do.

Not that many at school even
know who the rest of us are,

so why would anyone
wanna kill us?

This is about Marcus, isn't it?

- How do you know about Marcus?
- I was about to ask the same thing.

I had a brother named...
Named Marcus.

We went out on Halloween
when we was kids.

MARCUS: (ECHOING)
I got you, bruh.

(HOOKMAN SHOUTS)

No, I got you.

(GASPS)

Help! Help me!

Help me!

Come on!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

DEION:
I left him there.

I left my twin brother to die.

I got ahold of the cops
and my mom,

but... I didn't run fast enough.

By the time we got back,
Marcus was dead.

Now somebody is wearing
this costume...

I mean, we all are,
and threatening to kill all of us.

It could be a sick prank
or joke or whatever,

but I don't want to take the chance of
somebody else getting hurt because of me.

All right?
So, please, just leave.

Okay.

Come on, Manny, let's go.

Liv,
I'm not that person anymore.

Okay, I made a bad decision.

It's gonna haunt me the rest of my life.
I don't even know...

It's okay, Deion.

I know the feeling.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- AVERY: Where you going, Beth?

I like your piercings.

- I have something else you can stick in your face.
- Oh, yeah?

- Depends on who's doing the sticking.
- Who do you want me to be?

Well, definitely not Avery
Collins who hooked up with me

at that blackout kegger
freshman year,

then never called me again,

and whose number I still have
in my phone for some reason.

(MUTTERED CRIES)

(SCREAMING)

(CHOKED GASPING)

(PEOPLE GASPING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

AMIR:
Is he dead?

Asking for real this time.

BETH:
I don't know.

It's so different
than the movies.

- I'm gonna be sick.
- Come on. Puke over here.

- I thought I told you to go home.
- I slipped in the back.

I didn't wanna miss this.

- The party, I mean.
- Hey, who cares?

We gotta bounce.
The cops are gonna be here any minute.

My dad is a cop.

I... I do not wanna be here
when he shows up.

- (SIRENS APPROACHING)
- (KYM SIGHS)

Cops only around
when you don't want them to be.

Screw this.
You're all on your own.

Shane's right, we gotta find
somewhere to go and figure this out.

Go where?

I know a place.

KYM: So somebody
has it out for Deion.

What the hell does that have
to do with the rest of us?

- And why are we in this janky tattoo shop?
- Because I work here.

Can't answer the other question,
though.

Look, I don't know, all right?
I don't know how y'all got caught up.

Or maybe you were right.
Maybe it's just a prank.

Someone died, Manny.

A prank that went too far, okay?

Maybe it'll just stop.

(CELL PHONES CHIMING, BUZZING)

(CELL PHONES CHIMING)

KYM:.
Mm-mm.

"Show me your insides"?

- What does that mean?
- It means we're in a horror movie.

That's your life,
Edward Scissorhands.

- Not ours.
- Okay, that's not even a horror movie.

And it's your life now, too.

Don't you guys get it?
We're being hunted by a killer here.

Killers have codes
and horror has rules.

Wait, I didn't know
that horror had a playbook.

Well, it does,
and it plays by it,

meaning I've got some bad news,
you guys.

We're not the type of characters
to make it to the end.

- What are you talking about?
- Okay. Relax, Princess.

You have "Final Girl" potential.

The rest of us,
goth, geek, gay,

not a chance. We're usually
the first body that drops.

Okay, well, what about
me and Kym?

Don't take this the wrong way,
but you guys are black.

- Girl.
- In horror, that's pretty much an insta-kill.

But Avery was one of the
whitest people I've ever seen.

I mean, he practically glowed in the
dark, so why did he die?

Because he wasn't
who he said he was.

On the inside.

Deion's right.

Avery pretended to be
a nice guy,

but deep down,
he was a total racist.

Does that jive
with your freaky rules?

Let's hope not.

Because if that's the killer's
game, we're not the Breakfast Club.

We're the Deadfast Club.

And I'm pretty sure
we're all gonna die.

If we were trapped
in a horror movie...

- (MAN GRUNTS)
- (WOMAN GASPS)

- How do we survive?
- The type of horror movies that Beth's talking about

are white people
in white people places,

making dumb white people
mistakes.

Smith & Wesson got my back.

Storage closets are a classic
horror hiding place.

(GRUNTS)

We're already getting cut up
left and right.

Your brother is alive, Deion,
and I can prove it.

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