[Sidney is confronted by a person in a white, blood-stained cloth, speaking in Maureen's voice] Maureen: Sid... Sid... come in here... please. It's just me, Sid. Oh, I was so pretty. Everybody loved me. Have you missed me, Sidney? Would you like to hold me one last time? What's the matter? What are you staring at? Don't you remember your... [Her voice changes] Phone Voice: Mother? [The person takes off the cloth, revealing himself to be Ghostface, who locks the doors so Sidney cannot escape] Ghostface: [Speaking in the Phone Voice] You're not going anywhere, Sidney. It's time you came to terms with me and with Mother. Maybe you never knew her at all, Sidney. Maybe you just can't get past the surface of things. [Reveals his chest is bulletproof] Sidney Prescott: Who the hell are you? Ghostface: The other half of you. I searched for a mother, too, an actress named Rina Reynolds, tried to find her my whole life. And four years ago, I actually tracked her down, knocked at her door, thinking she'd welcome me with open arms. But she had a new life and a new name: Maureen Prescott! You were the only child she claimed, Sidney. She shut me out in the cold forever! Her own son. [Takes off the mask to reveal himself as Roman] Roman Bridger: Roman Bridger, director. [Uses voice changer] Roman Bridger/Phone Voice: And brother. Roman Bridger: She slammed the door in my face, Sid. She said I was "Reena's" child and Reena was dead... and then it struck me. What a good idea, so I watched her. I made a little movie, a little family film. Seems Maureen..."Mom"... she really got around. I mean Cotton was one thing; everybody knew about that. But Billy's father - that was the key. Your boyfriend didn't like seeing his daddy in my film too much. He didn't like it at all. And once I supplied the motivation... all the kid needed was a few pointers. Have a partner to sell out in case you got caught, find someone to frame, it was like he was making a movie. Sidney Prescott: You. This is all because of you. Roman Bridger: I'm a director, Sidney. I direct. I had no idea they were gonna make a film of their own. What a film it turned out to be, huh? I mean, introducing Sidney the Victim, Sidney the Survivor, SIDNEY THE STAR! Sidney Prescott: Fine, you got what you wanted: hero and villain face-to-face. Well, you know what happens now? The villain dies! Roman Bridger: Exactly! But I'm not the villain, Sid. You are. [Brings out a captured John Milton] Here he is, the man who gave away your mother's innocence. Huh? What he did to her made her a slut, didn't it? Huh? She never recovered from that night, right here in this room. They fucked her three ways from Sunday, ruined her life. Ruined yours, too, didn't it, Sid? You hate him, Sid? Come on, I know you do. I'm sure you do. [Brings out an answering machine that speaks in Sidney's voice] Sidney Prescott: I know who you are. I know what happened to my mother, and I want you to understand, I'm gonna make you pay! Roman Bridger: That's what the police are gonna find on Milton's answering machine, right next to his lifeless, mutilated corpse. [John mumbles] What? Can't hear ya. John Milton: You don't have to do this, Roman. Just tell me what you want. I can make it happen. Any picture. Name your budget. Script approval. Final cut! Roman Bridger: I already have it. [He slits John's throat] Sidney Prescott: No! God! You spineless bastard! Roman Bridger: No, Sid, that would be you! You did it all. You did it! You call them all, even your closest... friends. Living in total isolation, the pressure of another movie about you, the discovery that Milton destroyed Mommy dearest, you finally just SNAPPED! And who's our hero, huh? The sole survivor. Who's the one who bravely faced down the psychopath and killed her with her own knife?! You're gonna pay for the life you stole from me, Sid. For the mother, and for the family, and for the stardom, and...GODDAMN IT! EVERYTHING YOU HAVE THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN MINE! Sidney Prescott: God, why don't stop your whining and get on with it! I've heard this shit before! Roman Bridger: STOP! Sidney Prescott: Do you know why you kill people, Roman? Do you? Roman Bridger: I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! Sidney Prescott: Because you choose to! There is no one else to blame! Roman Bridger: GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! Sidney Prescott: Why don't you take some fucking responsibility?! Roman Bridger: FUCK YOU!!! Sidney Prescott: FUCK YOU!

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