Scream

Zoe: Previously on scream...

What do you want?

Distorted voice: I want to see what happens when she finds out the truth.

Please don't.

You're not a victim, Audrey.You're a killer.

I would do anything to keep it secret.

I brought Piper to lakewood.

What I don't get is how the killer even knew

about the recording in the first place.

Unless this is about us. Oh, no.

Zoe, I might have gotten you involved. I need you back on this case.

This is that picture of Emma at the pig farm. You know where I'm going with this.

The sheriff told me that Eli has a restraining order against him.

Apparently, he broke into some girl's bedroom in Atlanta.

That's completely insane.

Can I get a chance to explain, please?

Emma, wait! Audrey: Now, all this stuff about Eli?

Do you think he could be doing this? Could he be doing all of this?

Oh, my god! Oh, my god, it's Piper!

The killer wanted us to find Piper's body together because we both killed Piper,

and now, he wants revenge on both of us.

Maggie: Piper Shaw. White female. In her mid-twenties.

Five foot nine. Approximately, 140 pounds.

Initial cause of death, gunshot to the head,

as stated in previous autopsy.

There's decay present, but inconsistent with time of death.

Subject was removed from her grave

and preserved through refrigeration.

There's a, um... A fresh incision along the sternum.

These are... These are new stitches.

You don't have to do this. She's your daughter.

Yes, I do.

Oh...

That's strange.

It's a heart.

It's a pig's heart.

I haven't been in your room in a while.

It's changed. Yeah.

After last night, I need answers about Piper.

This is about us and it's about her,

and you can't keep things from me anymore.

I get it.

Okay, uh...

Think of this as your own personal Audrey Jensen ama.

Do your worst.

Okay. So...

You knew that Piper was my half-sister

the whole time that she was here in lakewood?

Yeah.

And last year, when... I started to think

that the killer was probably my half-sibling...

Why didn't you say anything?

I never, in a million years, thought she could be the killer.

And she swore to me she wasn't.

And knowing what you knew, that was good enough for you?

No, no. She and I...

The night Rachel died, I was with Piper.

We were up late at the Crescent palms motel,

going over Brandon James stuff.

If she didn't kill Rachel, how could she be the killer?

And... and I thought she was my friend.

Okay.

Okay. So... You were with Piper.

Yes.

How do I know that you're not lying right now?

I would never use Rachel in a lie.

I don't know that after everything that you've done.

You know me. No.

I knew you. We were best friends.

And then, we drifted apart. That's one way to say it.

And then, you brought Piper here to get back at me.

No! Even if you didn't know that she was a psycho,

you were still trying to do that to hurt me.

No! No, I wasn't! Yes, you were!

Why else would you bring her here?

I wanted to make a documentary about Brandon James.

This was not about you, Emma.

It was about lakewood and-and hypocrisy.

And I was just collateral damage?

Oh, my god. Audrey, this is your last chance, okay?

Tell me the truth. Stop lying, stop covering.

We need to be on the same side right now,

and I am definitely not on your side.

I don't know what else to say.

Okay.

This was a horrible idea.

Did we get anything from Hayley meyers' phone? Or anything about a boyfriend?

Nothing yet, sir. What about my son?

Word is, stavo was at the party last night, but nothing after that.

All right, let everyone know, if they see him, bring him in.

You got it, sir. Maggie, can I have a word?

Sure. Thanks.

There are a lot of possibilities here,

but you have to see what I'm seeing.

No, I don't.

Who else would dig up the past like that?

I'm not just talking about Piper's body.

A pig heart? That's for us.

About what we did. Who else would know about that?

Piper apparently found out a lot. Maybe she told someone.

Or maybe the simplest answer is the right one.

I know this is hard for you to hear,

but Piper was his daughter, too.

Maybe her death brought him out of the woodwork.

Maybe he wants revenge.

Brandon couldn't have survived all that...

Out there on his own.

Even if he did, he wouldn't do something like this. He wouldn't target Emma.

You always saw him differently than the rest of the world did.

That's because I knew him better.

I have to get back to work.

Maggie?

What's going on?

Zoe: I can't come to the phone right now, but leave a message.

Hey, Zoe! Zo-ologist!

Sorry, not funny. Just trying it out. Um...

Hey, so you weren't in psych today. What's up?

You're always in class, so, uh, just thought I'd say hey.

Hey!

Um... anyway, not stalker-y,

but just, you know, given the recent events,

maybe you could call, text, uh, bat signal,

so I know you're okay?

Okay. Um...

Uh, Zoe! Maybe this isn't the best time for a scavenger hunt!

Zoe. Distorted voice: Hello, Noah.

Who, uh... Who is this?

Long time listener, first time caller.

Why do you have Zoe's phone?

Where is she? We're having a picnic,

and she wanted to see you one last time.

If you hurt her, I swear i...

Don't you know the rules?

Now that you and Zoe have had sex,

you're both on the slasher chopping block.

Isn't it how that goes?

You need to update your genre references.

That's a pretty outdated way of thinking.

Come into the woods, Noah, or I'm gonna make sure

your little girlfriend needs a closed casket.

There are a lot of fairy tales and horror movies

about going into the woods.

And they usually end up with wolves, or bears, or...

An axe-wielding maniac.

I mean, I am really going out on a limb here, so...

You know, why don't you give me something?

Tell me why you're doing all this murder stuff.

Hello?

Oh, god... oh, god...

It's not supposed to end like this.

Emma!

No, Emma, wait!

Noah wasn't in class today, and-and he hasn't been answering any of my calls.

I'm really starting to freak out. I haven't seen him.

Have you talked to him at all? No, that's the thing.

I know that he was annoyed with me yesterday about the Zoe thing, but...

Oh, my god! He's got Noah.

Wait. Can you tell where he is?

Distorted voice: How are my favorite final girls?

If you hurt Noah, I will come for you. Any more threats,

and I light his coffin on fire

and let you watch him burn.

Where is he?

You're gonna go on a little treasure hunt.

If you tell anyone... Cops, friends,

strangers in a school hallway...

Noah dies. This is about us.

It isn't about Noah. Why are you doing this?

Because it's more fun this way, don't you think?

If you follow my clues,

maybe you can save Noah's life.

He has... oh, about five hours of air left.

Clock's ticking.

Come on, come on.

I was stabbed.

And someone is recording me.

This is not good.

Help! Help!

I'm buried alive.

In a coffin.

A literal coffin.

But maybe somebody can see this?

Hey, guys. Uh...

I'm alive. Still alive.

Please come save me.

I was just at wren lake, so... maybe I'm there?

And Zoe. Maybe she's somewhere close.

I'm just gonna stay calm and conserve my oxygen.

Unless I'm talking to the killer.

And no one's coming.

Is that it?

Are you just recording my final hours

to torment my friends?

In which case, this is how I die.

Slow suffocation.

Number three on my "top ten worst ways to go" list.

I'm not gonna freak out.

I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction.

Female voice: Help!

Help! Please!