Scream 3

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Moving onto the Hollywood Freeway,

we have a multiple vehicle...

multiple injury accident.

An absolute mess

from VineStreet to the valley.

If you're in it,

expect a long commute.

If you're not,

seek alternate routes.

If Dan doesn 't want to do a daily rate,

we can talk about a weekly rate.

But I'm tellin' you right now,

I'm not goin' below a million.

I mean, think about it.

I'm risking my reputation...

as the host

of this country's number-one...

nationally syndicated talk show to do

a cameo in some cheap slasher flick.

I mean, why can't these guys write me

a f***in' decent part?

You know?

I lived through the f***in' thing.

By the way, did you talk to Cathy

about that Navy SEAL script?

Hang on a sec.

- Hello?

- Hello?

- Who's this?

- Who's this?

- Who are you calling?

- Oh. You know what?

- I'm sorry. I have the wrong number.

- That's okay.

Wait a minute. I know your voice.

You sound a lot like that guy on TV.

Um, Cotton Weary.

- I do, huh?

- Yeah.

I think he's got

a really sexy voice.

- Well, thank you.

- Wait a minute.

You are Cotton, aren't you?

Oh, my God.

I am talking to Cotton Weary.

I can't believe this.

You got me. Look, I've--

I've got someone on the other line.

Can you hold on one second?

I'll be right back, I promise.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Andrea, uh, I gotta call you back.

Someone's on the other line.

So, uh, you a big 100% Cotton fan?

- Yeah! One hundred and ten percent.

- That's very good.

So, um, why don't you tell me

who you are?

Ooh! You're a naughty boy, Cotton.

Now, what would your girlfriend say?

What makes you think

I have a girlfriend?

I know you do.

- I'm right outside her bathroom door.

- Who is this?

She's in the shower.

She's got a nice little voice.

Let's come in for a closer look.

She's very pretty, Cotton.

A step up from

Maureen Prescott.

Speaking of which,

let's play a little game.

Answer right,

your girlfriend lives.

Answer wrong, she dies.

- Where's Maureen's daughter, Sidney?

- Who the f*** is this?

Somebody who'd kill to know

where Sidney Prescott is!

One chance, Cotton!

You've got connections. Where is she?

You listen to me, you f***in' psycho.

You lay a finger on Christine...

- and I swear to God I'll kill you.

- Wrong answer!

No! Wait!

Hello? Sh*t!

- Hey!

- Get outta the way!

- You just hit me!

- Move!

Christine, if you're there,

pick up the phone!

Christine, pick up the phone!

Oh, sh*t!

You have reached 911.

Due to the volume of calls--

Someone pick up the goddam phone!

Move outta the way!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Cotton, is that you?

Cotton?

Honey?

Okay, Cotton.

You know I don't like

your Stab games.

- Who is it? Who's there?

- Christine?

Hon, you all right?

- I'm home.

-Jesus! You scared the sh*t outta me.

- You're not gonna believe

what just happened to me.

- What are you talking about?

- Get the hell out of here!

- Okay. Okay, I'm sorry, babe.

I didn't mean to scare you that bad.

It's me. Come on, open the door.

- What are you doing?

- What?

- What the f*** are you doing?

I was-- I was just, you know, trying

to take the game to the next level.

- I'm sorry. Come on,

open the door, Chris.

- The game?

- Yeah, the game!

- What are you talking about?

I'm talking about how much fun it's

gonna be to rip your insides out!

Now, open the f***in' door, Christine!

- Oh, my God!

- Now you're f***in' history, baby!

Christine?

Hon?

The recent epidemic of roadrage

in Los Angeles.

- Innocent commuters mercilessly

terrorized, even killed...

- Chris?

- by these madmen of the freeway.

- Don't mess around, okay?

We're gonna make them confront their

victims face-to-face, mano a mano...

right here on 100% Cotton.

There is carnage on our streets.

And remember, it could happen to you.

Tomorrow on 100% Cotton!

Roadrage.

L.A. drivers fight back.

The news is next on channel six with our

exclusive entertainment report live...

from tonight's celebrity

premiere in Hollywood...

followed by--

Oh, sh*t.

Chris?

Is that you, babe?

Chris, if you're in there,

open the door. Okay, honey?

Chris? Come on, baby.

Open the door.

Chris! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Jesus!

- It's me, Chris. What are you doin'?

- Stay back.

Stay back.

- Chris, what's goin' on, babe?

- You've gone crazy. That's what!

- Chris, was somebody in the house?

- No! Get back!

Okay, okay, okay.

Just calm down, okay?

- Why do you want to kill me?

- What are you talking about?

- Why do you wanna kill me?

- Gimme the club. All right, honey?

Gimme the club.

Gimme the club, please.

Christine, get outta the way!

Behind you!

Sh*t!

It was a simple game, Cotton.

You should've told me where Sidney was.

Now, you lose.

Come on.

Come on, Cherokee.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Cherokee.

California Women's Crisis Counseling.

Hey, it's Laura from Monterrey reporting

to work. Can you patch me in?

- Sure. Thanks, Laura.

- Thank you.

California Women's Crisis Counseling.

How can I help you?

Hi. Um, do I have to say my name?

No, you don't have to say anything

you don't want to say.

- How can I help?

- Um--

I'm 18 years old,

and I have a boyfriend.

- Sometimes he hits me.

- It's okay.

- You can talk to me, all right?

- Thanks.

So, in closing, as

the future journalists of America...

there is one thing

that you need to remember.

Being the best means being willing

to do what the others would not.

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