Scream 3: "The Ghost Of Hollywood"

Part 4: Confrontation And Revelation

William POV:

Outside the Sunrise Studios' Stage 16 building, a heightened police presence added to the tension in the air. I kept a vigilant watch, pondering the potential missing pieces in this perplexing situation, while Sidney remained visibly shaken by recent events.

"I know I saw someone. I'm not imagining things. I'm not crazy," Sidney insisted, her tone conveying the gravity of her experience.

Rubbing my neck, I attempted to calm her. "Take it easy. Whoever it was, they're not here now," I reassured, my hands finding their way into my pockets.

In frustration, Sidney countered, "But he was there in Woodsboro."

Detective Kincaid interjected, "This isn't Woodsboro, Sidney."

"I know what I saw. He was there. He or she, whatever this is," Sidney responded, her frustration evident as she leaned against Kincaid's police car.

Detective Kincaid contemplated their next steps. "We're going to take you back to the station and keep you under watch," he declared, pacing around the car. "We'll find a safe house for you, whatever it takes."

Dewey approached me, expressing his concern. "Why don't you ride with Sidney?" he suggested, clearly prioritizing her well-being.

Agreeing with Dewey, I nodded and moved to settle into the backseat of Kincaid's police car. As the car began to move, Sidney glanced at me in the rear-view mirror, and I responded with a reassuring, warm smile.

Third Person POV:

In his office, John Milton engaged in a serious discussion with Roman about the possibilities for directing, given the tarnished reputation resulting from the recent spree of murders. However, Milton offered reassurance that this setback did not mark the end of Roman's prospects.

Suddenly, Jennifer, Dewey, and Gale burst into the room, each bearing a palpable sense of grievance. Jennifer took the lead, her gaze filled with disdain as she addressed John and Roman, "Gentlemen, we need to talk."

"Jennifer, and guests, to what do I owe the honor?" Milton inquired, rising from his chair with a look of confusion etched on his face.

"Rina Reynolds," Gale declared, her arms folded with unwavering confidence.

The mention of the name left Roman puzzled. "Rina Reynolds? Who's that?" he queried, seeking clarification.

Swiftly changing the subject, Milton turned to Roman. "Why don't you head back to the house and ensure nobody cuts the cake without me," he suggested.

"Oh, goodness," Jennifer gasped, a realization dawning on her. "I completely forgot. It's your birthday." She offered a warm smile. "Happy Birthday, Roman."

A faint smile touched Roman's lips. "As if life isn't tragic enough," he retorted sarcastically as he exited the office, closing the door as per Milton's request.

As soon as the doors closed, Dewey spoke up. "So, you knew Sidney Prescott's mother."

Milton narrowed his eyes. "Who?"

"Rina Reynolds," Jennifer clarified, referring to Sidney's mother's stage name.

Milton paused, feigning innocence as he pondered. "Do you realize how many actors have worked for me? Hundreds, thousands."

Gale shook her head, wearing a self-assured smirk. "We didn't say she was an actor."

"Nice catch," Jennifer praised Gale for noticing Milton's slip of the tongue.

Milton cut to the chase. "So, what's the point?"

"No point, huh?" Dewey replied, fishing out his phone from his pocket. "I'm just going to give Detective Kincaid a call."