𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 - 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎

Two

"All I ever wanted to do was make a real, classic love story." Roman ranted with Jennifer and Jacqui sitting on either side of him, Dewey to Jacqui's right. "And the studio said they'd let me, I just had to do a scary movie for them first. And now we're shut down, and I am fucked!"

"We should've seen this coming with Michigan." Jacqui nervously murmured.

Roman pointed as he agreed. "We should've."

Jennifer huffed some of her cigarette smoke. "God, it's not the end of the world, Roman."

"Might as well be," Jacqui remarked. "The horror film business is gonna be ruined if people think being in one will put them on some murderer's hit list." She complained. "It's horrible enough we never get nominated! Now this?!"

"Exactly! Exactly." Roman agreed before turning back to Jennifer. "Y'know, that type of thing is so easy for you to say, Jennifer. You can always go back to MustSee TV." She gasped in offense. "I have no movie, I'm about to turn thirty, and it looks like I'm now the next target."

"What?" Jennifer breathed out.

Dewey furrowed his brows. "You? Why you?"

Roman held up his music video award, which had the head broken off. "Do you think this wasn't a message?"

Jacqui huffed. "The more I see that the more pissed I am for you," she said while looking at the broken award, then she gasped. "Decapitations!" She exclaimed, then hitting Roman on the arm as she repeated herself. "Decapitations!" She the turned to Dewey and did the same thing. "Decapitations!" She then turned to Jennifer, not able to reach her to hit her. "Jennifer, did you hear—?!"

"Yes, decapitations!" She rolled her eyes. "I heard you the first three times!"

Everyone's heads turned when Detectives Kincaid and Wallace walked over. "Roman Bridger?" Wallace spoke.

"What?" Roman replied with a slight attitude.

"Mr. Bridger, you didn't tell us . . . you spoke with Sarah Darling before she was murdered." Kincaid told Roman.

"Uh, spoke with her, uh, when?" Roman asked.

"The guard said she was here for a meeting with you."

"What meeting? I don't—"

"We talked with her roommate, too. Says you called Sarah, told her to come down to the studio." Wallace told Roman, Jennifer's jaw dropped. "Roommate answered the phone. Says it was you."

"Wait a minute." Roman very quickly got both worried and defensive. "No, no. I-I never called her. I never told her to go anywhere."

"Roommate says she knows your voice, Mr. Bridger." Kincaid said.

"Well, she wasn't speaking with me! God!" Roman raised his voice, Jacqui watched with wide eyes and full attention. "Look, I did not call Sarah Darling."

"Sarah Darling said you did."

"Someone's trying to ruin my movie. Someone wants to kill my movie!" Roman shouted.

"Alright, we'll talk about your movie down at the station." Wallace said while Roman got up from his chair. "This is the scene where you come with us."

"Jacqui, Jennifer, Dewey—" Roman said, Jacqui shrugged in a sympathetic tone. "Wait a minute." He pushed Wallace's hand off him. "She wasn't talking with me on the phone." He told the group sternly before walking off with the detective.

"If you're innocent they'll let you out before the final act!" Jacqui shouted after, waving. "Later, skater!"

"I'll call him in." Kincaid said, then pulling out his phone before putting it back away. "Battery." He turned to Dewey. "Mr. Riley, do you have a cell phone I can borrow?"

"Yeah." Dewey said, taking his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Kincaid.

"Thank you."

"God. Roman." Jennifer breathed out. "Remind me not to sleep with him again."

"Oh, snap!" Jacqui laughed before having a double take and turning her head to Jennifer, her expression dropping. "Wait, what?"

»»————-　🔪　————-««

In Jennifer's living room, Tom sat on the couch, going through the script and ripping out pages with a cigarette in his mouth while Jacqui sat next to him with a tired look on her face. "Scene thirty-four. 'Maureen's Murder Flashback.'"

Jennifer shook her head. "I never liked that scene."

"Not a coincidence, you ain't in it." Lindsay remarked from Jennifer's left while Tom ripped the pages from the scene out and threw them up in the air.

"Scenes forty through forty-seven. 'The Prescott House Flashbacks.'"

Angelina stood up from the arm chair she sat at. "Tom, stop it." He stopped and turned to her. "You're scaring me. Two people are dead."

"Scaring you?" Tom questioned. "Give the sweet, young ingenue act a rest."

Angelina stared for a moment. "You're drunk." She turned to walk away.

"I'm coping." After Angelina left, Tom lowered his voice. "I bet she fought and clawed for that Sidney part. I bet she stepped on any poor girl that got in her way."

"So you asked her out and she said no?" Jennifer asked.

"That has nothing to do with it." Tom remarked, making Lindsay laugh.

"Doesn't it now—?" Jacqui tried to sarcastically ask but stopped herself. "Oh, my God, Jennifer, why do I feel like I'm suffocating in here? What is wrong with your air?!"

"My air is fine, that's what coke does to your brain." Jennifer said dismissively as she got up to walk off with Dewey, Jacqui rolled her eyes. "Come on, Dewey."

"Scene fifty. 'Dewey Saves the Day!'" Tom read off as they walked away, ripping out the pages.

Jacqui looked down at the page for the upcoming scene. "Oh, if you put the first letter of each sentence together on this page it spells 'clitoris.'" She smiled, Tom and Lindsay gave her blank stares.

"The hell is wrong with you, are you nine?" Lindsay asked. "Did you do that on purpose?" Jacqui defensively threw her hands up.

The door opened and Jacqui's head whipped over on instinct. Stone came in, hauling Gale inside. "Hey, Dewdrop, got your girlfriend out here," he said loudly. Dewey and Jennifer came out of the room they were in to the group. "Look who I found slinkin' around the yard. Nightly news."

"I wasn't slinking. I was walking," Gale defended.

"You were eavesdropping at the bedroom window."

"Ooh, sounds a little pervy." Jacqui remarked. "Hanging around someone's bedroom window is something else."

"Yeah, a bedroom that you seemed awfully at home in," Gale said to Dewey.

"Alright, let's talk," Dewey said to Gale. "Let's go." They both left the room.

Lindsay groaned. "Watch, now something's bound to happen!" She pulled out a cigarette and then put it to her mouth.

Tom took out his lighter and held it in front of the cigarette to light it but just stared in shock, confusion, and a bit of horror when Lindsay just ate the cigarette.