Scream Continued...

BOBBY: Let's go home. This place sucks.

PAIGE: Good idea. You drive. I don't think I'm stable. No, I'm definately not stable.

The two leave the house and climb into Bobby's Yugo for the drive back to the city.

PAIGE: Wow, I feel a rush coming over me. Endorphins, or something.

BOBBY (smiling): Yeah, it does feel pretty good.

PAIGE: I wish I could always feel this way! It's not even from the beer!

BOBBY: There's only one way to always feel this good.

PAIGE: What's that?

BOBBY: You'll see. Hehehehe.

PAIGE: Oh. OK. Maybe we should have looked for Jay before we left.

BOBBY: Oh, I have a feeling Jay is out of commission for the night. Possibly for all of eternity.

PAIGE: Dude, that sucks.

BOBBY: Say, Paige, can you hand me that bloody knife sitting on the floor?

PAIGE: Sure thing. (Hands Bobby the bloody knife) So, like, half of our band is dead. Now what?

BOBBY: Soon it will be more than half. Maybe four/fifths.

PAIGE: Really? Cool. Who's going to be the fourth dead member?

BOBBY: I have a feeling it won't be me. Could you please hand me that book sitting by your feet?

Paige picks up the book and reads the cover

PAIGE: This book is called How To Plan the Perfect Murder. Cool, who are you going to murder?

BOBBY: Dammit!

Bobby drives off the road and stops in the middle of a field

BOBBY: Haven't you figured out that I'M the murderer yet?

PAIGE (laughing): Yeah right. You're the drummer. You're the nice guy who doesn't say anything.

BOBBY: I say plenty! It's just that nobody ever listened to me, and that can drive a person to insanity! Nobody ever remembered my name!

PAIGE: Uhhh, so what's your point? And I'll remember your name if you remind me.

BOBBY: I'm insane, Paige! I'm the killer, and I framed Amir. I knew he'd confess in his senile state! And now that you know this, you must die!

PAIGE: Ohhhh crap! I want my Mommy!

BOBBY: Bwahahahaha!

PAIGE: So, how am I going to die?

BOBBY: I'm going to leave you alone in this field.

PAIGE: Alone in the field?! But I'll DIE!

BOBBY: I think that's the point.

PAIGE: Oh yeah.

Bobby shoves Paige out of the car. As he watches the small car disappear, Paige stands there, alone and frightened.

PAIGE: Oh man. I'm going to die in this field. The road is too far to walk back to. I mean, it's like a mile away! Oh well. Might as well make the best of the time I have left. (Scratches himself and burps)

Meanwhile, Bobby is driving down the deserted road, laughing to himself

BOBBY: Bwahahaha! I'm insane, INSANE! But you know, that's not so bad, because I know Korn! And I'm the drummer for a really cool rock band!

BOBBY'S CONSCIOUS: No you aren't, Bobby. You killed your bandmates, remember?

BOBBY: Shut up, brain! I don't need you!

Bobby turns on the radio and allows the music of Eminem to fill the car.

BOBBY (singing along): Oh yes, my name, my name is, my name is.....uhhh, wait, what is my name again?