Scream

Previously on Scream...

JAKE, NOAH: Hey!

Welcome home, girl interrupted.

I had some issues and I dealt with them.

We survived.

And, now, we're here to help each other

find a way to get back to normal.

Oh, my God! It was a prank!

Hello? How was the party?

I like torturing you.

After what you did, you deserve it.

I think someone helped Piper, and I think they're still out there.

Can't you see? It's all connected.

You can't hide me forever. I wouldn't have to

if you hadn't blackmailed my dad.

You know what? Jake's got a plan!

I'm gonna prove you wrong,

and your dad's gonna love me!

Screw you!

Noah, what is this? That's a pig farm.

It belongs to Troy James, Brandon's brother.

Hello? Emma, let's get out of here.

Are you okay? I heard you scream.

Someone is living in there. They have pictures of me at school,

pictures of me as a kid. They have newspaper clippings.

What are you talking about? My entire life is in there!

We need to go now!

So, this farm on Pikeview Road, that's what you said, right?

Yeah, yeah. It belongs to Troy James.

Yeah, I know.

What? What do you mean you know?

You've been there before, when you were very young.

I told you about Troy, Brandon's brother?

Yes, I know.

Well, after the killings,

the Jameses were constantly harassed.

They were... They basically became outcasts.

So... So, they moved out there?

Until they could find another place to live,

a place where they weren't hated by everyone.

And I couldn't abandon them, so I would go and visit Troy and his family,

even after you were born.

I remember that farm. What?

The pigs. You remember that?

Mm-hmm. You were so young when they moved.

Mom...

how could you not tell me about this?

I didn't think it mattered.

Hey.

So, who's living out there now? That man?

I don't know. Why does he have all those pictures of me on the wall?

As far I know, no one's lived there since Troy left.

But we're not hiding from anything anymore.

I don't want you to be afraid.

Let's go back there right now, you and I. We'll figure it out.

Okay.

There's nothing.

There's nothing in here.

Emma, you up?

Look, I know last night was confusing. I just...

So, everything was just gone?

Like he'd never existed.

It makes no sense, right?

Yeah. That's really weird. You need to report it to the cops.

Yeah. So the cops can go to a crumbling old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere

and find nothing?

I would look like a total idiot. Completely crazy.

Am I completely crazy? Am I seeing things?

When my dad first died, everything about this place set me off.

That must have been really hard, being here by yourself.

Intense. Some mornings, I'd swear I could hear him in the other room.

That's normal weirdness.

That's not...

That's not seeing things that aren't there.

Did I come home too soon?

Should I go back to treatment?

Now, that sounds crazy.

You're good, Em...

right here.

Egg-wich? Whoa! Oh, sorry. Somebody's jumpy today.

Tired, actually. I kinda worked the creeper shift last night.

Okay, look, it's way too early for you to be this keyed.

Let it out. Oh, no. No, it's nothing.

Just an intriguing new lead on our favorite demented Internet troll.

AKA the person who's harassing me? AKA Piper's accomplice.

Show me. Okay.

My interview with Emma netted a record number of comments.

Feast your eyes.

On what, Noah? What am I looking at?

Commenter EddieKrueger? Not just your average fan

of one of the 80s' most prolific psychos,

but also a night clerk at the Crescent Palms.

I still have to confirm the lead, but this Eddie guy

claims he actually saw Piper's accomplice.

Like, in the flesh.

It's... It's amazing.

Brooke, you were there last night.

Can't you back Emma up on what she saw?

Well, I can't speak to the presence of a stalker collage,

or the vanishing furniture.

Or the squatter? I didn't really see anything.

Brooke, what? It's nothing that I haven't already thought.

Look, you were not making any sense

when you came out of that house last night, Emma.

I'm sorry. It was... It was weird. I was worried.

Brooke... Hey, it's okay.

We all have to be honest.

It's the only way we're gonna move past this thing.

It's just... you know, you've seen things before.

Will, your dad...

Yeah. So, you think that this is a hallucination.

Well, given all of the insanity that we've been through, it's not so crazy. Right?

Yeah, I guess.

Hey, if you see Jake today, will you warn me,

so I can avoid him and make him suffer?

Yeah. Ah!

What up, my Lakewood Sixers!

Though, technically, there are only five of us at the moment.

Look, I know Jake has probably been spilling trash about me since we broke up,

and you can just tell me about it.

What? No one's talked to him since...

since we, like, broke up?

Probably part of his bold plan to make you suffer.

One day is obnoxious and bold. Two days is obnoxious and weird.

Looks like it's working. Come on, it's Jake.

He faked mono for a week to get out of midterms.

His parents are in Mexico. Maybe he's just laying low at home.

Brooke, have you tried texting him?

Please. Every Cosmo girl knows

the guy is supposed to be the one to break the text standoff.

Wow. So modern.

The other night at the theater wasn't enough for you, huh?

Chill, dude! You're losing your freaking mind!

Stop screwing with me!

I could press charges.

Give me your phone.

I was texting my boyfriend, you freak!

Sorry.

Hey, you okay? Because you seem...

I'm fine, Noah. I'm late for class.

F.Y.I., your bestie's a total psychotic bitch.

Yeah, you'd know, right?

Oh, my God. I am so sorry. I totally forgot our tutoring session this morning.

I... I had a really crazy night last night.

No, it's fine. You have a lot going on. I have a lot going on.

I get it... if you're not ready.

No, Zoe, I am ready. I completely need your help to catch up. It's just...

Look, a while back, I was going through some pretty painful stuff,

and I kinda lost my way.

It happens. I get it.

So, how do you get past that?

You find someone smart and you pay attention.

That's what I meant by "symbiotic,"

and our tutoring is as much for me as it is for you.

So, you really think I'm as smart as you are?

I used to think you were smarter.

Say you're a zebra.

You need to learn to face the lion,

but you don't want to end up on the menu.

So, what's the zebra brain do?

It uses nightmares to simulate the conflict.

Makes sense. They live their lives in constant fear of attack...

I texted Jake.

I guess you're not a Cosmo girl, after all.

Shut up.

I even told him a quick response would get him a boob pic. Still nothing.

Weird. I'm officially worried.

Brooke, Emma, can either of you tell us

what our friends, the scientists, call this adaptation?

Something about zebras?

Yeah, but no.

Threat simulation theory.

Question is: if prey animals dream of their predators,

what does the predator dream of?

Girl predators.

The predator is us. Human beings.

That's right, Stavo.

Everything we do, how we think, how we sleep,

who we sleep with, what we kill...

it's all about one thing: survival.

When that instinct is challenged,

our brains go into overdrive.

We have to meet that challenge and beat it... or else.

Miss Lang, do you have a second?

Emma, what's on your lizard brain?

You need someone to talk to? Yes.

How about tonight? The Grindhouse around six?

Perfect. I'll see you there.

Nice "everything's cool" face. That obvious?

I probably shouldn't ask if something weird happened in the stairwell earlier, right?

Just another charming encounter with that Hayley chick.

You sure this isn't like some grade school crush

she's playing out through torment?

First of all, ew. Secondly, no.

I don't think she's into girls.

Okay, good. I mean, whatever.

I thought maybe I was driving you nuts again,

with the whole Piper's accomplice thing.

Foster's gotta Foster.

The question is: what are you going to do to chase down your big lead?