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-BOY: I got you, bruh! -I had a brother named Marcus,

and we went out on Halloween when we was kids.

DEION: I left my twin brother to die.

-MARCUS: Help me! -And now somebody's wearing his costume.

Same dude that're getting my friends,

but he really want me.

Don't put so much pressure on yourself, baby.

You can tell that to San Diego State.

They got one more scholarship, and they gonna give it

to somebody in their right mind.

We just left the world of horror and now we buddy cops.

You think I'm the killer?

We know who's behind that mask.

My brother Jay's the killer and he's coming for us.

-What do you want? -GHOSTFACE: You already know.

The same thing I've always wanted.

Look, man, screw you, Jay.

All right? I don't owe you nothing.

Ironic, isn't it, that you're so sure you figured out who I am

when all I've ever asked of you is to do the same,

to own up to who you really are on the inside?

Look, I'm a coward, all right?

I've been a coward since the night I let my brother die,

and I'm a coward today.

No, you're gonna have to go deeper than that, or I will.

If you're really my brother, just please stop doing this.

It's too late for that!

If you treated me like blood, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

But we are, and you can't change the past.

-Bitch, you think I don't know that? -Then focus on the present.

You have a big game to play.

The only question is, will you be playing football tomorrow night

or my game?

Because I promise you you can only win one.

Deion, Deion, Deion!

-Deion. -Hmm?

I'm certain them screaming your name like that means they wanna hear from you.

Come on. I-- I don't know what to say.

You best figure it out,

because Coach Fisher flew in from San Diego to hear whatever it is.

I thought you said he wasn't coming.

My word goes a long way with him. Now get in there.

-Uh, hey--

Look, I-I really appreciate you guys, I really do, but...

I don't deserve this.

I'm not who you guys think I am.

I guess that's just a fancy way of me saying...

I've been living a lie.

And I can't do it anymore.

I want everyone to know I'm--

I think you've said enough.

Uh, this concludes today's homecoming pep rally.

The principal wanted me to remind you all that due to recent security concerns,

tomorrow's Silverscreen Dreams Homecoming Dance...

-Come on. -...will be for current students only.

Deion, you maybe wanna tell us what that was all about?

Look, I'm tired of playing Jay's games.

You don't have to worry about Jay no more. Cops on the case.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Me and Kym went to the police last night and told them everything.

Since Ghostface attacked one of their own,

they were finally willing to listen.

They're looking for Jay right now.

Fancy way of saying "Screw him."

Focus on you and what you want,

like winning yourself that scholarship tonight.

I gotta go.

Long as I've known that boy his dream has been to play college ball.

It'd be a shame to see him throw it all away when it's so close.

That's the problem with dreams, they're fleeting.

Used to be you'd ask me what my dream was, I'd say to help people.

But with everything we're going through,

the only thing I want is to live.

Let's face it, Kym, me and you, we're not final girls.

The hell is a final girl?

The girl in those slasher movies you've been watching that makes it to the end,

survives, saves her friends.

You save anybody lately?

Yeah, me either.

Then we'll save ourselves.

We'll stick together and watch each other's backs tonight.

We're going to Deion's game.

Stadium full of people, cops all up in it.

Jay'd be a fool to show his face.

It's not his face that I'm scared of.

It's that mask.

WOMAN OVER PA: Dr. Flores, please dial 118.

Didn't expect to see your face again so soon.

Looks like I'm out of the woods.

Then I should probably go.

-Sorry for everything. -Liv, wait.

This wasn't your fault.

You don't know what I'm apologizing for, Dad.

The truth is...

you don't know who I really am.

Then will you please tell me?

I've been lying to you for a while now.

Pretending that everything is okay with me,

that I'm the perfect daughter.

Cheerleader,

straight-A student.

But the truth is...

I'm really messed up inside.

It's almost like I'm wearing a mask.

Then take off the mask, Liv.

I promise you, I'll love whoever's underneath.

Pop, you okay?

I'm sorry, but I don't know how to tell you this, Deion.

I heard what happened. You ain't gotta apologize for nothing.

Jay was raised under my roof.

And if what the police are saying is true,

he's killing kids at your school.

And that's on him. That's not on you.

I don't know how I could raise a son and not know him.

I know, I know, I know.

I can't believe this happened, and on your big day.

I ain't playing in the game today, Pop.

What? Why not?

It's just a game, Pop.

It just seem like all the sacrifices we made to get here just...

ain't worth it.

Hey, you earned that, Deion.

I don't want you to make a decision you might regret one day.

Lord knows I'm an expert on that subject.

But I raised you to be your own man.

It's your decision.

I trust that you'll make better ones than I have.

I've been to enough funerals lately.

I'll be damned if I go to another one.

Yeah, you and me both.

But this here is a funeral, D-Day,

because we about to bury Gregson!

ALL: Yeah!

Quit playing games and get over here.

I wanna see your face.

Your real face.

I deserve that much, don't I?

Why are you doing this to me? Say something.

Reapers! Reapers! Reapers! Reapers!

What do you think?

Well, I think that uniform looks much better on you

-than it does me.

-But where's yours? -Well, I have a confession to make.

I've always hated cheerleading.

I couldn't lie about it anymore.

I know the feeling.

I didn't know if I was gonna play today,

but I didn't wanna let everybody down.

Jay's taken enough from us already. Don't let him take this, too.

No, you're right.

-Time to get to work. -Hey, wait. There's one more thing.

Now go out there and show everyone who you really are.

What's up with this line? It's like the new Yeezys dropping.

We put the cops on high alert, remember?

While we wait,

something you said earlier has been bothering me.

Why don't you think either of us has what it takes to be the last woman standing?

It's final girl.

To you, but personally, I find that label sexist and regressive.

Whatever you wanna call her, in horror,

she's... she's everything.

The final girl is the moral compass of the film.

And no matter how progressive horror gets, which...

the final girl stereotype is almost as hard to kill off

as the actual killer.

And I totally respect that about her.

It's because the killer didn't take her seriously.

-He underestimates her. -Every time.

You okay? You're pale, even for you.

-Look.

Play it.

DEION: All right.

They're gonna expect for us to run the ball down they throats.

That's why we're gonna dive right flea flicker on one.

-Means you go right this time, Hawkins. -Man, don't worry.

-I got you.

DEION: Come on, then. Here we go.

Black 40, hut!

Deion, Deion, Deion, Deion!

JAY: This message is for Deion.

If you wanna save me, I'm at Earl's house,

but you gotta come alone.

BETH: Holy crap.

Jay's not the killer.

Or he is and he's trying to lure Deion into a trap.

Well, if I had a brother or feelings,

I'd wanna see that message, wouldn't you?

-Give me your keys. -Okay. Why?

We need a distraction so you can get to that stadium

and get that message to Liv and Deion.

I'm gonna have to make a fast getaway after the crap I'm about to pull.

Ugh. God, this is what having friends is like, isn't it?

Hey, sorry to bother you,

but you wouldn't mind me borrowing your phone to make a quick call?

No offense, but I don't even know you.

None taken.

Hey! That girl just stole my phone!

Fourteen, this is Three.

- Reapers! -DEION: Listen up.

We gotta score before halftime and send these boys back to the burbs.

Wing left option on the silent count.

-Hawkins? -Going right, D-Day.

Hell, yeah, it is. As long as you go left.

-Right. -MAN: Come on.

-LIV: Deion! -MAN: Reapers, baby.

Deion!

Hey. What's wrong?

JAY: This message is for Deion.

If you wanna save me, I'm at Earl's house,

but you gotta come alone.

Earl's house... isn't that your apartment?

No, it's not, but-- Look, I can't say what it is right now.

-I just gotta go. -Wait, Deion. Let me come with you.

No, you can't.