A year after the murder of her mother, a teenage girl is terrorized by a masked killer who targets her and her friends by using scary movies as part of a deadly game.
*Sidney sits in deweys office trying to process what happened she sits in a small town station. The bull pen is a little square room with four desks and tonight--it's hopping. Cops everywhere*
*Sidney asks Dewey* "Did u find my dad
*Dewey sighs* "You're sure it was the Hilton?"
*Sidney nods yeah* "At the airport.."
*Dewey nods no* "He's not registered. Could he have gone to another hotel?"
*Sidney shrugs* "I don't know...I guess"
*Dewey puts a hand on her shoulder*
"We'll find him, Sid. Don't worry."
*Sidney stares blankly, numb*
*Billy sits opposite Sheriff Burke. Next to Billy, sits his father, Hank Loomis, an older version of Billy.*
*Billy stares at Sidney through the window*
*Sheriff Burke asks* "What are you doing with a cellular Telephone, son?"
*Billy sighs* "Everyone's got one Sheriff...I didn't make those calls I swear"
*Hank is mad* "Why don't u check the phone bill for christ sake call vital phone comp they got the records of every number dialed!"
*Sheriff says sarcastically* "Thanks Hank we're on top of it! What was u doing over Sidneys house tonight?"
*Billy glares* "I wanted to see her thats all."
*Sheriff Burke stares* "And last night? Sidney said u crawled through a window last night too!"
*Hank is very suprised* "You were out last night?"
*Billy stares* "I watched TV for awhile but the I felt like going for a bike ride."
*Sheriff asks* "Did u ride by Casey Beckers house"
*Billy sighs* "No...no I didn't...Sheriff I didn't kill anybody..."
*Sheriff speaks* "We're gonna have to keep you, Billy. The governor's got SBI, FBI, and god knows who else on their way down here."
*Billy fights tears.*
*Billy tears well up* " This is crazy you know that. I didn't do it."
*Billy turns around to see Sidney tears in his eyes*
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