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Debbie: Two birds, one stone. Mickey was a good boy, but, MY GOD, that old "Blame The Movies" motive. Did you buy that for one second? Poor boy was completely out of his mind.

Sydney: And you're not?

Debbie: No. I'm very sane. My motive isn't as "90s" as Mickey's. Mine is just good old fashioned revenge. You could killed my son! And, now, I kill you and I can't think of anything more rational.

Sydney: You're never gonna get away with this.

Debbie: Oh, of course, I will. Everything's traceable back to Mickey, including the cop gun he used to kill everybody. But let's just say that you have gotten hold of the other cop's gun. And you chased Mickey and there was a big shoot out and a big scuffle, and you shot Mickey, killed Mickey dead. But not before he got off one shot at you. Okay. So, have I covered everything? Are there any questions? Any comments? You know what, though? Who gives a flying FUCK, ANYWAY? Let 'em try and track down the second possible killer. Debbie Salt doesn't exist.

Sydney: You're as crazy as your son was.

Debbie: What did you just say? Was that a negative, disparaging remark about my son? About my Billy?

Sydney: No. Billy was a good boy. Billy was perfect. You did a bang up job, Mrs. Loomis.

Debbie: Not wise to patronize a mother with a gun, Sidney. Randy spoke poorly of Billy and I got little knife happy. Ha! I was a good mother. You know what makes me sick? I am sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents' fault that all starts with the family. Wanna blame someone? Why don't you blame YOUR MOTHER? She was the one who stole my husband and broke up my family. And then you took my son! You don't know what it is to be a mother, to raise a child and teach him and guide him-...

Sydney: - -AND ABANDON HIM? Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?

Derek: Oh thank god Sidney, I thought I was gonna be up there until opening night.

Sydney: Oh shit, the killer is here. He killed Hallie, he's here. Shit, who tied these?

Derek: What are you talking about?

Sydney: The killer! He's here!

Derek: Where?

Phone Voice: Right here.

[pause; heavy, deep breaths]

Phone Voice: You're fast, Sid.

[Sidney resumes trying to untie Derek]

Phone Voice: I wouldn't do that if I were you. You really want to trust your boyfriend?

Mickey: Don't you know, history repeats itself? Hmm, Sid?

[removes mask to reveal Mickey; uses voice-changer]

Phone Voice, Mickey: Surprise, Sidney.

Derek: What the fuck?

Mickey: Since Derek here disappeared on my ass, I've been on my own, all fucking night. Thanks a lot, partner.

Derek: You motherfucker! Sid, you know me better than that. Untie me.

Sydney: Oh my god, Derek!

Derek: No, no, no... Sid.

Mickey: It's okay, Derek. We got her.

Derek: No, no, Sid, listen to me. You know me better than that. He's lying.

Mickey: What do you think, Derek? Sidney's experiencing a little deja vu?

Mickey: Sid, he's lying! The man is lying! Sid, untie me! Untie me!

Mickey: Hmm. Boyfriend, killer. Boyfriend, killer. Boyfriend, killer.

Derek: No, I am gonna fucking kill you! You are dead! Dead!...

[Mickey shoots Derek in the chest, near heart]