Silent Night, Deadly Night 5: The Toy Maker (1991) - full transcript
A young boy sees his father killed by a toy that was anonymously delivered to his house. After that, he is too traumatized to speak, and his mother must deal with both him and the loss of her husband. Meanwhile, a toy maker named Joe Peto builds some suspicious-looking toys, and a mysterious man creeps around both the toy store and the boy's house...but who is responsible for the killer toys?
-(orchestral music plays)
-(chattering)
-(doorbell rings)
-(gasps)
-(woman moans)
-Mom?
-(heavy breathing)
-Mom?
-(panting)
(panting continues)
-Hey!
What in God's name are you
doing up at this hour?
And what is that?
-It was on the porch.
You didn't hear the bell.
-God damn it, Derek!
How many times
do I have to tell you
not to open the front door
by yourself?
Especially at night!
(sighs)
Now go to bed.
-(door locks)
-(low growling)
(growling)
-What the?
-(growling)
-("Jingle Bells" plays)
-(Santa laughing)
-(father gagging)
-Tom!
Tom!
(cries)
God!
(wails)
Tom!
-(children laugh)
-(laughter)
-(Tom's scream echoes)
-(gasps)
-(riveting)
(riveting)
-Take her up!
-(machine gun rivets)
-Here you go, sweetie.
I made everything
just the way you like it.
And, look, nothing's touching
'cause I know you hate that.
Come on, Derek.
Say something.
Talk to me.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry.
I've got to go
to the office later.
Would you like
to come with me?
-(knocking)
-(machine gun rivets)
-Hey.
-Hey.
-How you doing?
-Hello.
-Come on in.
-How you doing?
-Ahh, I'm okay.
How are you?
-Ooh, I'm good.
How's he?
-He's still the same.
He hasn't said a word
since the accident.
-What did the doctor say?
-The doctor told me
not to worry.
He told me that
it was perfectly natural
for a child to stop speaking
after a traumatic experience
and he said that
it was probably temporary.
On top of everything else,
he won't go
into his room now.
I don't know.
Maybe if I take him out
and get him a little
something or a toy,
it'll make
him feel better.
I guess I'll take him
over to Petto's later.
-Nah, don't go there.
They haven't got
shit in that store.
-Hey!
Watch your mouth.
-What did I say?
-(Christmas jingle)
-Kim: You know,
I can't remember
the last time I even
bought anything at Petto's.
-Sarah: I know. It's so sad.
Nobody goes
in there anymore.
-Kim: I know.
-I like place though.
Joe's always
really nice to Derek.
-Announcer:
Christmas is right
around the corner.
And there's always
great gifts for the holidays.
Call now.
-Derek?
What's the matter?
-Announcer: Don't delay.
So call now: 1-800-555-4747.
-Derek!
Derek, I know you're angry
and I know you're scared
and you have
every right to be...
but you also have to remember
that you're not alone.
Mommy's here with you
and I'm gonna protect you
and I'm gonna take care of you
and everything is
gonna be all right.
What's the matter, Derek?
What is it?
Come on, you love
to come in this place.
Mr. Petto?
Joe?
Joe?
-(screeches)
(monstrous gargles)
-Pino!
Take that mask off.
What do you want to do?
Scare this little lad
half to death?
-I'm sorry.
I didn't mean
to scare you.
I wouldn't--
-Ha ha, you'll have
to excuse Pino.
He's a, uh...
-A teenager.
-Exactly.
(laughing)
Exactly.
Go back into the office.
Find something to do.
I'll take care
of our friends.
G-- go on, Pino. Go.
I don't know
what I'm gonna do
with that boy.
Spends most of his time
making those god-awful masks.
How are you, Sarah?
-I'm okay, Joe.
-I know.
I know.
I heard about
your husband.
Fate plays
some cruel tricks
on-- on us all.
How's-- how's
the little boy?
-He's not so good.
-Not so good?
What's the matter?
Huh?
Ooh, what's in
your nose there?
Watch. Boop.
Money?
Is that where
you keep your money?
(laughs)
What can I do
for you, Sarah?
-I would like to buy
a present for Derek.
-A present for Derek?
Come back over here.
I think we can
find something.
All right, watch this.
Let's see what
we have here.
-(mechanical whirring)
-(Joe chatters)
(Joe laughs)
Huh?
Huh?
(Joe chatters)
We can find
something here though.
Now, watch-- watch his--
watch his tongue
when I push his tail.
Joe:
Take a look at this.
A little bank, huh?
Here, watch.
Huh? A little dog.
Oh, here--
here it is for sure.
Look at this airplane.
-(sighs)
Maybe this was a mistake.
Wait a minute, Sarah.
You're giving up too fast.
-(rummaging)
-We'll get him.
We'll get him.
Watch this.
(chatters)
If there's a way,
we'll find it, won't we?
-Here, I want you
to have this.
-What are you
doing with that?
-It's for the boy, father.
I want you to have this.
My father made it.
-That's a very
nice gesture, Pino,
but maybe some
other time.
I think we should go, Joe.
-Now, Sarah,
you just holler
if you need any
of my help.
-Thanks, Joe,
that's really sweet.
-(chuckles)
I ought to
break you in half!
What kind of son are you?
A real son
would help his father,
but not you.
You keep undermining me.
I'd rather have
a son like that!
-Stay away from me.
-You know people
don't want to come in
the store no more?
Do you?
It's because of you!
-No!
-Yes! Because of you--
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy.
-Hello there.
I didn't see you come in.
Is there anything
I can do for you, sir?
-I'd like to
pay for this.
-Yes, of course.
Just come with me.
You've been buying
a lot of toys from us lately.
Are you playing
Santa Claus?
-Something like that.
-Were you in the service?
-Look, I'm kind of
in a hurry.
Do you think you could
speed things up here?
-Sorry, I--
I was in the second world war.
Cash or charge?
-Charge, charge.
-(cash register dings)
-Alrighty.
Nothing to do with cash.
It's all right, here.
Put that down.
-(imprinter clacks)
-Ninety-one, that's good.
fourteen ninety-five,
twelve.
Six ninety-five.
-Come on,
speed it up a bit.
-Okay, that's
twenty-three, ninety-five,
if you'll just
sign it right there.
This nice item
will be amazing
for your kids.
Here we go.
All right, have a good
grip on the bag.
Thanks for coming in!
Merry Christmas!
-(knocking)
(knocking)
-You're out of here, brother.
-What are you talking about?
-Credit's no good.
I run a respectable place.
I don't have time
for this kind of nonsense.
-You want to calm down
for a second?
Look, I just got out
of the service.
There's plenty of money
left in this account.
-Not according to that.
-Then there's been a mistake
and I'll take care of it
in the morning.
-Uh-huh, you're packing up
and leaving right now.
-All right, look, what
if I give you some cash?
-Cash? Cash is good.
I like cash.
-Great, I get paid tomorrow.
-Uh-uh, then you're
out of here tonight.
-Look, what is it
with you, man?
You think I'm gonna
skip out on you?
I paid you for the last
two weeks, didn't I?
-That was then.
This is now.
-You got a kid?
-Yeah.
What the hell has
that got to do with it?
-You give me till tomorrow,
and I'm gonna give you
a nice little toy
for your kid for Christmas.
-Hmm. Hmm.
-Well, you don't
look like a deadbeat.
I guess so.
-Great.
-Mother--
What you doing in there?
-Here you go.
-This better be good.
-Oh, yeah,
it's to die for.
Hey, remember,
don't open it
'til Christmas.
-Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go.
-(car seat clips)
-(car engine starts)
-(vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues)
(vocalizing)
What the--
What the hell is this?
I'll be a son of a bitch.
Yeah.
(laughing)
This something?
-(toy crunching)
-(laughs)
Look at that thing.
(chuckling)
Hey, hey.
Hey.
How do you
shut this thing off?
What?
The damn thing's
not working.
The damn thing's broken.
(humming)
(humming continues)
-(buzzing)
-What?
-(chirping)
-(gagging)
(strangled scream)
(gagging)
(gagging continues)
-(tires screech)
-(chirping, crunching)
-(eyeball squelches)
-(thunderous boom)
-(locks clicking)
-(clocks ticking)
-(floorboard creaks)
(floorboard creaks)
(floorboard creaks)
-(door creaking)
-(clicking)
-(footsteps approach)
-(cork pops)
-(sharp exhale)
(footsteps)
(receding footsteps)
-(thumping)
-(grunting)
(grunting continues)
(screams)
(screaming)
Let go!
-(thumping)
-Sarah: Derek.
Derek, where are you?
-(Christmas music plays)
-Derek?
Derek, where are you?
-(Christmas music plays)
-Derek.
Derek!
-(music stops)
-Didn't you hear
me calling you?
No, it's 'cause
you play that thing too loud.
Come on now,
you don't want to keep
Santa waiting, do you?
Did you make a list
for Santa?
No, it doesn't matter.
What's this?
-It says it's to you,
but it doesn't say
who it's from.
I bet it's from Kim.
It's just like her
to do something like that.
Now don't get any ideas.
We don't open it
'til Christmas.
Come on, Derek.
-(chatter)
-Come on,
he'll be back soon.
-(sighs)
-Hey, how are the little
germ carriers today?
Huh?
-Oh, not bad.
-I only got pissed on twice.
Oh, man,
is it hot out there?
Nothing like
a California Christmas, huh?
-(chuckles)
Nothing like that
California cutie
we have for an elf.
Ho ho ho!
-(laughing)
-Hey, Ricky, you
seen the boss?
I got to ask him
about my check.
-Uh, yeah, yeah.
I think he's out
front somewhere.
-Oh, great.
-(mall-goers chatter)
-Let me go on for you.
-What are you
a masochist or something?
-Listen, God damn it!
Just let me take your shift!
-Okay, settle down.
Sure, no problem.
-(dog barking)
-(chattering)
-Santa, this is Brandy.
-Hello, Brandy.
-I don't really
believe in Santa,
but just in case...
-(paper unfolding)
-I want clothes,
clothes, and more clothes,
but if you don't have
that many clothes,
I want a ten-speed bike,
a new pair of earrings,
a watch,
a pair of sunglasses,
a VCR,
a yellow photo album,
and the tape of
Bride of Reanimator.
-Smile.
-Brandy: Bye, Santa.
-Merry Christmas.
-What's your boy's name?
-Derek.
-Santa, this is Derek.
-Derek, do you want
to tell Santa
what you want for Christmas?
Well, if you
don't tell him,
he won't know
what to bring you.
-Maybe you'd rather
whisper in my ear.
-(sighs)
Okay, baby.
I'll take you home.
Come on.
-No!
-Let go.
-Don't go.
-What are you doing?
-No!
-Let go of him!
-No, don't go!
-No.
Maniac.
-Smile.
-Hmm.
-Are you still upset
about Santa?
Well, I guess even Santa
has a bad day.
We won't do
any more shopping.
We'll go right home, okay?
-(car engine starts)
-(squeaks)
-(squeaking)
-(honking)
-(dog barking)
-Come on, Derek.
-I'll be in
in a minute.
-Sarah!
-Hi.
-Hi, did you
just get home?
-Yeah, a few
minutes ago.
-Derek's with you, right?
-Yes, why?
Is there something wrong?
-Well, I'm not sure,
but, um...
I was walking by
a few minutes ago
and I thought I saw
someone moving around inside.
-What?
-I could be wrong, though.
-Oh my God-- Derek!
Derek!
Derek! God.
Derek!
God!
- (Christmas music plays)
-Oh, Derek.
(relieved chuckle)
- (Christmas music plays)
-(gasps)
Pino!
-Sarah.
-What in God's name
was Pino doing
in my house?
-What?
-He was in my bedroom.
He scared me and Derek
half to death.
-Oh, there must
be some mistake.
Pino was with me all day.
-Don't lie to me, Joe.
I saw him.
-Pino wouldn't do
anything like that.
-I don't want to hear it!
I want an explanation
and I want it now
or I'm gonna
call the police!
-Don't call the police.
Listen to me.
You don't have
to do that.
Maybe I can clear
this whole thing up.
You see, I...
I used to own your home.
-What?
-I used to live
in your house.
Pino and I,
we lived there
for many years.
-Well, what happened?
Why did you move?
-Well, it's--
It wasn't by our choice.
You know, my business
began to go downhill
and the bank
foreclosed on me.
We had to move here
and things haven't been the same
since we moved here.
Pino's been crying about
wanting to go back to the house.
"I want to go
back to the house,"
he kept saying.
Maybe that's--
that had something to do
with what happened today.
-Look, Joe, I'm sorry
about your bad luck.
I really am.
But just because you
used to live in the house,
it doesn't give Pino
license to break-in
whenever he feels like it.
I have a little
boy at home.
I can't have
him doing that.
-Of course.
I understand, Sarah.
-Understand this,
if it happens again,
I will call the police.
-Sarah, it's not gonna
happen again.
You hear me?
It's not gonna
happen again.
Okay?
-Okay.
-(cuckoo clock chirps)
-Pino: No! No!
Go away!
Leave me alone!
-You have to come up
some time, Pino...
and when you do,
I'll be waiting for you.
-Sarah: Derek.
I know I said
we weren't gonna
open presents
until Christmas,
but I don't think
one would hurt.
Go ahead, open it.
Don't you want to?
All right.
(sighs)
You don't have to
if you don't want to.
-(doorbell rings)
-That must be Kim.
-Hi. Oh.
-Hi.
-Thanks for coming over
and thanks for that
Christmas present.
That was so sweet of you.
-What Christmas present?
What are you talking about?
-Oh, didn't you leave
a Christmas present
for Derek
on the front steps?
-Uh-uh.
-Oh, well,
I was sure it was you.
Huh.
I've made some potato chips.
-Kim: Yeah, great.
So what's going on?
-I just had the worst day.
Is it me or has
the whole world
gone crazy?
I can't make sense
of anything anymore.
-Look, Sarah,
it's human nature
to want nice, neat answers
to everything,
but unfortunately
life doesn't work that way
and a lot of things
can't be explained.
(sighs)
I mean,
you would not believe
the things that
I've been through.
I hardly believe them myself.
-Well, all I know is I can't
go on this way anymore.
I have to get
our lives back in order,
back into a normal routine.
I really think
that's best for Derek...
and for me.
-You know what
I always say.
Just trust your instincts.
-That's exactly
what I'm gonna do.
Derek?
Are you all right?
-What was
that all about?
-She was gonna
call the police!
Do you know would'a
happened if she'd done that?
You stupid, stupid fool!
-Shut up! I've had enough!
-(screams)
-You're drunk!
You're always drunk!
-Don't you turn
your back on me
when I'm talking to you.
Wait a minute!
Where do you
think you're going?
-I don't have
to listen to you anymore!
-(grunting)
(screams)
You bastard!
Son of a bitch!
-I'm sorry, father.
I'm so sorry.
-You son of a bitch.
(triumphant laughs)
(laughing)
(screams)
(screaming)
-(panicked yelps)
-Pino!
Pino.
I'm sorry.
Pino!
I'm sorry.
Pino.
Pino!
Oh, God, what've I done?
-(girl giggles)
-Hi-ya, Lonnie.
-Hey, what ya doing, squirt?
-Are you blind
or just dumber
than you look?
-Don't be a wise-ass.
I eat kids like you
for breakfast.
It's why my shit
smells so bad.
(snickers)
-What an asshole.
-Hey, what'd you call me?
You little shit.
-Beat it, butt-head.
-(chuckles)
-Cheer up.
Tomorrow's Christmas Eve
and things are
only gonna get better.
-(sighs)
-Ricky: Santa Claus killer...
-(Laura screams)
-Hank:
Get the hell
out of here.
-(Laura screams)
-Dr. Newbury:
Laura, It's okay,
it's a dream...
-Derek, honey,
I've been doing
a lot of thinking
and I want you to sleep
in your own room tonight.
Now, there's nothing
to be afraid of.
Just try it
for one night
and I promise
if it doesn't work out,
you can come right back
in here and sleep with me.
Will you do it for me?
Please?
I want you to
go right to sleep.
Come on.
I'll be right here
if you need me, honey.
-Look out!
-(Lonnie laughs)
-Son of a bitch!
You're dead!
-(laughing)
-(wheels whir)
-(sparking)
-Whoa!
Help! Help!
Help!
(distant screams)
Can't stop!
Help me!
Help!
-(Christmas music plays)
-Lonnie: Help me! Help!
(screaming)
(screams)
-(toy fizzles)
-(Christmas music plays)
-Whoa!
(screaming continues)
-(sparks blast)
-(toy crunches)
-(screams)
-(crunching)
-(screams)
-Derek!
-(screaming)
-(tire screeches)
-(mumbling)
-Over PA: Dr. Gladsky,
please report to O.R.
Dr. Gladsky,
please report to O.R.
-Couldn't make 'em stop.
Stop.
-Over PA: Dr. Server,
pick up line one.
-I couldn't...
-(hospital chatter continues)
-His pulse is strong.
Don't worry, he's gonna be fine.
-Kim: I love you, honey.
-Hello.
-Hi, how are you?
-Hi.
-Oh, tell me.
-Thanks for coming.
-I'm sorry I can't
stay very long.
I've got to
get back to the office.
How is he?
-The doctor said
he'll be fine,
but look at him.
-What a terrible accident.
-Sarah, you think
this is an accident?
Look.
-What's this?
-You tell me.
-(doorbell rings)
(doorbell rings)
-Hi, Derek, hi.
You don't know me, but I--
Let's just say
I want to be your friend, okay?
And, hey, look what
I brought you, huh?
Look at that.
You'll find a very
special toy in there.
A very special toy
for a very special boy.
Oh, come on, Derek,
It's okay.
I want you to have it.
Take it.
-What do you want?
-Who are you?
-I'm the babysitter.
Who are you?
-I'm a friend of the family.
I'm looking
for Mrs. Quinn.
Is she home?
-She's working late.
You'll have to contact
her at the office.
-(locks)
-Hey, wait!
Open the door.
Hey, what are you doing?
Open the door.
-Go away!
-Look, I'm not
gonna hurt you.
I told you I'm a friend.
Come on, let me in.
I just want to use the phone.
-I'm not supposed
to let anyone in.
-Come on-- Just tell me
where Mrs. Quinn works.
I'll go see her there, okay?
-1200 Market Street, 5th floor!
-Thank you!
-(door closes)
-(metal sliding)
-Shit!
-(key clanks)
-Oh-- sh--
God!
-Sarah.
-(gasps)
Ah.
-(both panting)
-As he yawned and stretched
and scratched his head,
he felt two furry ears
growing from his head.
How amazing?
Straight away,
he searched the room
for a mirror without success.
So he filled a basin
with water
and peered down
at his reflection.
Yes, there they were,
a pair of donkey's ears.
He felt shame
and grief and anger in turn.
He cried, enraged,
and beat his head
against the wall.
Yet the more he roared,
the longer his ears grew.
(gasps)
-What took you so long?
-He wouldn't go to sleep.
Mrs. Quinn's gonna
be home soon.
-What are we
waiting for?
-(giggling)
-What's your story?
Come on.
-(laughing)
You-- stop.
(laughing continues)
Come on.
(laughs)
Buck, come on.
-(both laugh)
-Jeez, what are you doing?
-I don't have the right tool
to get in your car.
So I guess you have
two choices.
You could break
your window or...
you can let me
give you a ride home.
-I'll take the ride.
-Okay.
-What?
-Why did you run from me?
-God, I don't know.
I guess I panicked.
I couldn't believe
it was you.
You scared
the hell out of me.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-Things have been pretty
crazy around here lately,
but I'm glad you're here.
I really am...
but it's been six years
since you left
and I guess I never
thought I'd see you again.
-Is that true?
Or did you see me
every time you looked at Derek?
He's my son, isn't he?
-Yes.
-Damn it, Sarah.
Why didn't you tell me
you were pregnant?
-Would it have
made any difference?
-It was my child.
I had a right to know.
-I wanted to tell you, Noah.
I really did.
I--
I--
I wanted to tell you.
I did.
I loved you so much...
but you weren't ready
to settle down, Noah.
You know that.
-All I know is that you
could have trusted me
to do the right thing.
-I did what
I had to do.
I wanted to finish college.
I wanted a career.
And I needed
security for that
and you couldn't
give it to me
and Tom could.
-Listen to me.
I did a lot
of growing up
when I was in the army.
I know what's important now.
I want to be
a good father to my son.
I want to spend
the rest of my life with you.
-(both panting)
(panting continues)
-Oh, jerk.
-(moans)
(moans)
-It's in front.
-(laughing)
-Oh, don't rip it!
-No, I can get it off.
-(moaning, panting)
-(booth giggling)
-(snaps)
-Bingo.
(laughs)
(kissing)
-(panting)
-Oh, God.
(moaning)
-Oh, sorry.
-(girl laughing)
-(moans)
-(panting)
-(whimpers)
Ooh, ooh.
I really... (laughs)
-(laughing)
-Yes.
(barks)
-(laughing)
-Buck.
-Oh, baby.
-Buck, where did--
Where did all these
toys come from?
-What?
-Toys.
-I don't know.
They were here
when we got here.
(kissing)
-I don't-- I don't
remember seeing them.
-(pants)
We weren't really
paying much attention
now were we?
(kissing)
-(gears whir)
-(kissing)
-(moaning)
-Oh.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, that--
That feels good.
Oh, you never
touched me there before.
-What?
-No, no, no.
Put it back.
Put it back--
Put-- put--
Put it back on.
-What?
-Oh, never mind.
-Stop.
-Stop what?
-Stop.
-You could use
some lotion, honey.
-(hissing)
-(gags)
-Buck!
-Oh!
-(screams)
-(both scream)
-Help!
(screaming)
-(screams)
-(screaming)
-(grunting)
-(screaming)
-(gunshot)
-(gunfire)
-(screaming)
-(screams)
-(blades whirring)
-(both screaming)
-(squelching)
-(screaming continues)
-(maniacal laughter)
-Sarah, what do you know about
that old guy from the toy store?
-You mean Joe Petto?
-Yeah.
-Nothing really.
Just that he's a nice man, why?
-What if I told you
he was arrested
for maiming some kids
several years ago?
-What?
-He owned a toy store
in Grove City
when I was a kid.
-They arrested him
one Christmas
for booby trapping toys.
He'd rig 'em with
lethal devices
and then he sent them
to kids all around town.
A couple of kids
got hurt pretty bad.
I think one of them even died.
-I don't believe it.
-Sarah, believe it.
I was there.
-What reason
could he have
to hurt innocent children?
-From what I remember,
he went off the deep end
when his wife was
killed in a car accident.
She was pregnant
at the time.
-Oh my God.
-I guess he felt
if he couldn't have
a happy family,
nobody else would.
The moment I saw
that toy store,
it all came back to me.
I got worried about
you and Derek
so I did some
snooping around,
bought a bunch
of toys from Petto.
Took 'em apart,
checked 'em out,
see what I could find.
-And?
-Nothing.
-Oh God, Noah,
I want to go home.
-Okay.
-(dog barking)
-Noah: Sarah, wait.
What do I tell Derek?
-You can tell him
the truth.
He's a smart little boy.
He understands a lot more
than you think.
Just don't expect
any miracles from him,
that's all.
He's been through a lot.
-Okay.
-(screams)
-Help me, please!
Help me! Help me!
Somebody help me!
(cries)
-Hey, easy now.
What happened?
-Toys! Buck's dead!
Buck's dead!
-Where's Derek?
Where's Derek?
-He took him.
-Who took him?
Where? Who?
-The man from
the toy store.
-Joe Petto?
-Yes.
-Oh God!
-(mechanical whirring)
-(screams)
-Noah: What the hell's that?
All right, look,
now get inside.
We'll call the police.
Come on, come on.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Come on, come on.
It's okay.
Where're you going?
-I'm going to get my baby!
-Sarah, no!
Let the police handle this.
Sarah? Sarah!
Sarah, come on!
God damn it!
-Oh my God,
what happened?
-I don't have time
to explain.
Just call 9-1-1.
Stay with her
and send the police!
-Send them where?
(tires screeching)
-(banging)
-Petto!
Petto!
Petto!
Petto, where are you?
You bastard!
I want my boy!
You hurt him
and I swear I'll kill you!
Do you hear me?
-(mechanical whirring)
-Sarah! Sarah!
Sarah, where are you?
Oh, shit.
Sarah?
-Derek.
-(panting)
-Oh my God.
-(buzzing)
-(gunshot)
-(grunts)
-(gunshots)
(gunshots)
-(screams)
(sighs)
-(screams)
-Noah?
(gasps)
-(electrical buzzing)
-(bubbling)
-(slight gasp)
(screams)
(gasps)
-I knew you'd come.
Pretty mommy.
-Let go of me!
Who are you?
-(metal clicking)
-(rubber stretches)
-Pino?
How-- how in God's name--
-Oh, this is very simple.
Really, it's very simple.
All you need is
a little of that
and a little of that
and a little
of that.
My father taught me how.
My father taught me
a lot of things.
-(door slams)
-(locking)
-Not smart.
-You killed him,
didn't you?
You killed Joe.
-I had to.
He broke me.
He always broke me.
And even though
he always fixed me,
I had to be sure
this time
that he didn't
hurt me anymore.
-Oh my God.
-I tried to be
a good boy, father.
All I ever wanted
to be was a good son to you,
but I could never
be a real son to him.
I could never be that.
That's all he ever wanted,
was a real son,
a real son
like Derek.
-Where's my boy?
-His real son died
before he was even born.
That's why he made me.
My father could
make anything.
Well...
almost anything,
but I wasn't good enough.
He never thought
I could love him
like a real son can.
When he found out
I rigged those toys
and sent them
to your house,
he was so angry with me,
but don't you see?
I had to.
Derek has to die.
Then you can be my mommy
-Damn you!
Where's Derek?
-You don't need Derek!
I can be your son now!
I can!
Don't you see?
That's why I took him.
I knew you'd come.
I knew you'd come!
-Get away from me!
-I can love you
like a real son.
I can. I can. I can.
I can! I can!
I love you, mommy!
I love you!
I love you!
I want you!
I love you!
I love you!
I love you! I love you!
-(screams)
-(grunts)
(strangled scream)
-Damn you! Where's my boy?
I want my boy!
-(screams)
-(sparking)
-(explosions)
-(electrical buzzing)
-He wanted a...
real boy.
I wasn't...
good... enough.
-I want my boy!
What have you done with him?
-I'm your son now!
Not him!
Not him.
-(cloth ripping)
-No!
Don't hurt my baby!
-(quiet whimpers)
-Not him.
-Don't!
Don't kill him.
You can be my son.
You can come
home with me.
Don't kill him.
-Sarah!
-We're in here!
Help us!
No, Pino!
-(door clacking)
-Sarah!
Hang on!
I'm coming.
-No! Pino, don't!
You can be my boy.
You can be my son,
anything you want.
We'll go home together.
Anything you want, Pino.
-(whimpers)
-Don't hurt Derek.
-No!
Derek has to die.
It's the only way.
-No! Don't!
-(grunts)
(choking)
-Mommy, help!
-Derek!
-Help me, mommy.
-Derek, let go!
-(banging)
-Mommy, help me!
-(banging)
-Mommy, help me.
-Noah!
-Mommy!
-Grab him!
-(screams)
-Ahh!
(grunts)
(grunts in pain)
Ahh!
(groans)
-Father! Father!
Help me.
-(harsh breathing)
My baby.
-Father.
All he wanted
was a son.
He...
made...
me!
(crying)
Father.
Don't leave me!
-It's okay.
You're safe now, Derek.
I'm gonna take care of you.
-Mom, who is he?
-(laughing)
-I'll tell you
when we get home, honey.
(screams)
-Mommy!
-Die, you son of bitch!
-Don't be afraid.
It's only a toy, mommy.
-That's right.
It's only a toy.
-Let's get the hell
out of here.
-Just a toy.
-(laughing)
-(orchestral music plays)
-(chattering)
-(doorbell rings)
-(gasps)
-(woman moans)
-Mom?
-(heavy breathing)
-Mom?
-(panting)
(panting continues)
-Hey!
What in God's name are you
doing up at this hour?
And what is that?
-It was on the porch.
You didn't hear the bell.
-God damn it, Derek!
How many times
do I have to tell you
not to open the front door
by yourself?
Especially at night!
(sighs)
Now go to bed.
-(door locks)
-(low growling)
(growling)
-What the?
-(growling)
-("Jingle Bells" plays)
-(Santa laughing)
-(father gagging)
-Tom!
Tom!
(cries)
God!
(wails)
Tom!
-(children laugh)
-(laughter)
-(Tom's scream echoes)
-(gasps)
-(riveting)
(riveting)
-Take her up!
-(machine gun rivets)
-Here you go, sweetie.
I made everything
just the way you like it.
And, look, nothing's touching
'cause I know you hate that.
Come on, Derek.
Say something.
Talk to me.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry.
I've got to go
to the office later.
Would you like
to come with me?
-(knocking)
-(machine gun rivets)
-Hey.
-Hey.
-How you doing?
-Hello.
-Come on in.
-How you doing?
-Ahh, I'm okay.
How are you?
-Ooh, I'm good.
How's he?
-He's still the same.
He hasn't said a word
since the accident.
-What did the doctor say?
-The doctor told me
not to worry.
He told me that
it was perfectly natural
for a child to stop speaking
after a traumatic experience
and he said that
it was probably temporary.
On top of everything else,
he won't go
into his room now.
I don't know.
Maybe if I take him out
and get him a little
something or a toy,
it'll make
him feel better.
I guess I'll take him
over to Petto's later.
-Nah, don't go there.
They haven't got
shit in that store.
-Hey!
Watch your mouth.
-What did I say?
-(Christmas jingle)
-Kim: You know,
I can't remember
the last time I even
bought anything at Petto's.
-Sarah: I know. It's so sad.
Nobody goes
in there anymore.
-Kim: I know.
-I like place though.
Joe's always
really nice to Derek.
-Announcer:
Christmas is right
around the corner.
And there's always
great gifts for the holidays.
Call now.
-Derek?
What's the matter?
-Announcer: Don't delay.
So call now: 1-800-555-4747.
-Derek!
Derek, I know you're angry
and I know you're scared
and you have
every right to be...
but you also have to remember
that you're not alone.
Mommy's here with you
and I'm gonna protect you
and I'm gonna take care of you
and everything is
gonna be all right.
What's the matter, Derek?
What is it?
Come on, you love
to come in this place.
Mr. Petto?
Joe?
Joe?
-(screeches)
(monstrous gargles)
-Pino!
Take that mask off.
What do you want to do?
Scare this little lad
half to death?
-I'm sorry.
I didn't mean
to scare you.
I wouldn't--
-Ha ha, you'll have
to excuse Pino.
He's a, uh...
-A teenager.
-Exactly.
(laughing)
Exactly.
Go back into the office.
Find something to do.
I'll take care
of our friends.
G-- go on, Pino. Go.
I don't know
what I'm gonna do
with that boy.
Spends most of his time
making those god-awful masks.
How are you, Sarah?
-I'm okay, Joe.
-I know.
I know.
I heard about
your husband.
Fate plays
some cruel tricks
on-- on us all.
How's-- how's
the little boy?
-He's not so good.
-Not so good?
What's the matter?
Huh?
Ooh, what's in
your nose there?
Watch. Boop.
Money?
Is that where
you keep your money?
(laughs)
What can I do
for you, Sarah?
-I would like to buy
a present for Derek.
-A present for Derek?
Come back over here.
I think we can
find something.
All right, watch this.
Let's see what
we have here.
-(mechanical whirring)
-(Joe chatters)
(Joe laughs)
Huh?
Huh?
(Joe chatters)
We can find
something here though.
Now, watch-- watch his--
watch his tongue
when I push his tail.
Joe:
Take a look at this.
A little bank, huh?
Here, watch.
Huh? A little dog.
Oh, here--
here it is for sure.
Look at this airplane.
-(sighs)
Maybe this was a mistake.
Wait a minute, Sarah.
You're giving up too fast.
-(rummaging)
-We'll get him.
We'll get him.
Watch this.
(chatters)
If there's a way,
we'll find it, won't we?
-Here, I want you
to have this.
-What are you
doing with that?
-It's for the boy, father.
I want you to have this.
My father made it.
-That's a very
nice gesture, Pino,
but maybe some
other time.
I think we should go, Joe.
-Now, Sarah,
you just holler
if you need any
of my help.
-Thanks, Joe,
that's really sweet.
-(chuckles)
I ought to
break you in half!
What kind of son are you?
A real son
would help his father,
but not you.
You keep undermining me.
I'd rather have
a son like that!
-Stay away from me.
-You know people
don't want to come in
the store no more?
Do you?
It's because of you!
-No!
-Yes! Because of you--
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy.
-Hello there.
I didn't see you come in.
Is there anything
I can do for you, sir?
-I'd like to
pay for this.
-Yes, of course.
Just come with me.
You've been buying
a lot of toys from us lately.
Are you playing
Santa Claus?
-Something like that.
-Were you in the service?
-Look, I'm kind of
in a hurry.
Do you think you could
speed things up here?
-Sorry, I--
I was in the second world war.
Cash or charge?
-Charge, charge.
-(cash register dings)
-Alrighty.
Nothing to do with cash.
It's all right, here.
Put that down.
-(imprinter clacks)
-Ninety-one, that's good.
fourteen ninety-five,
twelve.
Six ninety-five.
-Come on,
speed it up a bit.
-Okay, that's
twenty-three, ninety-five,
if you'll just
sign it right there.
This nice item
will be amazing
for your kids.
Here we go.
All right, have a good
grip on the bag.
Thanks for coming in!
Merry Christmas!
-(knocking)
(knocking)
-You're out of here, brother.
-What are you talking about?
-Credit's no good.
I run a respectable place.
I don't have time
for this kind of nonsense.
-You want to calm down
for a second?
Look, I just got out
of the service.
There's plenty of money
left in this account.
-Not according to that.
-Then there's been a mistake
and I'll take care of it
in the morning.
-Uh-huh, you're packing up
and leaving right now.
-All right, look, what
if I give you some cash?
-Cash? Cash is good.
I like cash.
-Great, I get paid tomorrow.
-Uh-uh, then you're
out of here tonight.
-Look, what is it
with you, man?
You think I'm gonna
skip out on you?
I paid you for the last
two weeks, didn't I?
-That was then.
This is now.
-You got a kid?
-Yeah.
What the hell has
that got to do with it?
-You give me till tomorrow,
and I'm gonna give you
a nice little toy
for your kid for Christmas.
-Hmm. Hmm.
-Well, you don't
look like a deadbeat.
I guess so.
-Great.
-Mother--
What you doing in there?
-Here you go.
-This better be good.
-Oh, yeah,
it's to die for.
Hey, remember,
don't open it
'til Christmas.
-Let's go, let's go,
let's go, let's go.
-(car seat clips)
-(car engine starts)
-(vocalizing)
(vocalizing continues)
(vocalizing)
What the--
What the hell is this?
I'll be a son of a bitch.
Yeah.
(laughing)
This something?
-(toy crunching)
-(laughs)
Look at that thing.
(chuckling)
Hey, hey.
Hey.
How do you
shut this thing off?
What?
The damn thing's
not working.
The damn thing's broken.
(humming)
(humming continues)
-(buzzing)
-What?
-(chirping)
-(gagging)
(strangled scream)
(gagging)
(gagging continues)
-(tires screech)
-(chirping, crunching)
-(eyeball squelches)
-(thunderous boom)
-(locks clicking)
-(clocks ticking)
-(floorboard creaks)
(floorboard creaks)
(floorboard creaks)
-(door creaking)
-(clicking)
-(footsteps approach)
-(cork pops)
-(sharp exhale)
(footsteps)
(receding footsteps)
-(thumping)
-(grunting)
(grunting continues)
(screams)
(screaming)
Let go!
-(thumping)
-Sarah: Derek.
Derek, where are you?
-(Christmas music plays)
-Derek?
Derek, where are you?
-(Christmas music plays)
-Derek.
Derek!
-(music stops)
-Didn't you hear
me calling you?
No, it's 'cause
you play that thing too loud.
Come on now,
you don't want to keep
Santa waiting, do you?
Did you make a list
for Santa?
No, it doesn't matter.
What's this?
-It says it's to you,
but it doesn't say
who it's from.
I bet it's from Kim.
It's just like her
to do something like that.
Now don't get any ideas.
We don't open it
'til Christmas.
Come on, Derek.
-(chatter)
-Come on,
he'll be back soon.
-(sighs)
-Hey, how are the little
germ carriers today?
Huh?
-Oh, not bad.
-I only got pissed on twice.
Oh, man,
is it hot out there?
Nothing like
a California Christmas, huh?
-(chuckles)
Nothing like that
California cutie
we have for an elf.
Ho ho ho!
-(laughing)
-Hey, Ricky, you
seen the boss?
I got to ask him
about my check.
-Uh, yeah, yeah.
I think he's out
front somewhere.
-Oh, great.
-(mall-goers chatter)
-Let me go on for you.
-What are you
a masochist or something?
-Listen, God damn it!
Just let me take your shift!
-Okay, settle down.
Sure, no problem.
-(dog barking)
-(chattering)
-Santa, this is Brandy.
-Hello, Brandy.
-I don't really
believe in Santa,
but just in case...
-(paper unfolding)
-I want clothes,
clothes, and more clothes,
but if you don't have
that many clothes,
I want a ten-speed bike,
a new pair of earrings,
a watch,
a pair of sunglasses,
a VCR,
a yellow photo album,
and the tape of
Bride of Reanimator.
-Smile.
-Brandy: Bye, Santa.
-Merry Christmas.
-What's your boy's name?
-Derek.
-Santa, this is Derek.
-Derek, do you want
to tell Santa
what you want for Christmas?
Well, if you
don't tell him,
he won't know
what to bring you.
-Maybe you'd rather
whisper in my ear.
-(sighs)
Okay, baby.
I'll take you home.
Come on.
-No!
-Let go.
-Don't go.
-What are you doing?
-No!
-Let go of him!
-No, don't go!
-No.
Maniac.
-Smile.
-Hmm.
-Are you still upset
about Santa?
Well, I guess even Santa
has a bad day.
We won't do
any more shopping.
We'll go right home, okay?
-(car engine starts)
-(squeaks)
-(squeaking)
-(honking)
-(dog barking)
-Come on, Derek.
-I'll be in
in a minute.
-Sarah!
-Hi.
-Hi, did you
just get home?
-Yeah, a few
minutes ago.
-Derek's with you, right?
-Yes, why?
Is there something wrong?
-Well, I'm not sure,
but, um...
I was walking by
a few minutes ago
and I thought I saw
someone moving around inside.
-What?
-I could be wrong, though.
-Oh my God-- Derek!
Derek!
Derek! God.
Derek!
God!
- (Christmas music plays)
-Oh, Derek.
(relieved chuckle)
- (Christmas music plays)
-(gasps)
Pino!
-Sarah.
-What in God's name
was Pino doing
in my house?
-What?
-He was in my bedroom.
He scared me and Derek
half to death.
-Oh, there must
be some mistake.
Pino was with me all day.
-Don't lie to me, Joe.
I saw him.
-Pino wouldn't do
anything like that.
-I don't want to hear it!
I want an explanation
and I want it now
or I'm gonna
call the police!
-Don't call the police.
Listen to me.
You don't have
to do that.
Maybe I can clear
this whole thing up.
You see, I...
I used to own your home.
-What?
-I used to live
in your house.
Pino and I,
we lived there
for many years.
-Well, what happened?
Why did you move?
-Well, it's--
It wasn't by our choice.
You know, my business
began to go downhill
and the bank
foreclosed on me.
We had to move here
and things haven't been the same
since we moved here.
Pino's been crying about
wanting to go back to the house.
"I want to go
back to the house,"
he kept saying.
Maybe that's--
that had something to do
with what happened today.
-Look, Joe, I'm sorry
about your bad luck.
I really am.
But just because you
used to live in the house,
it doesn't give Pino
license to break-in
whenever he feels like it.
I have a little
boy at home.
I can't have
him doing that.
-Of course.
I understand, Sarah.
-Understand this,
if it happens again,
I will call the police.
-Sarah, it's not gonna
happen again.
You hear me?
It's not gonna
happen again.
Okay?
-Okay.
-(cuckoo clock chirps)
-Pino: No! No!
Go away!
Leave me alone!
-You have to come up
some time, Pino...
and when you do,
I'll be waiting for you.
-Sarah: Derek.
I know I said
we weren't gonna
open presents
until Christmas,
but I don't think
one would hurt.
Go ahead, open it.
Don't you want to?
All right.
(sighs)
You don't have to
if you don't want to.
-(doorbell rings)
-That must be Kim.
-Hi. Oh.
-Hi.
-Thanks for coming over
and thanks for that
Christmas present.
That was so sweet of you.
-What Christmas present?
What are you talking about?
-Oh, didn't you leave
a Christmas present
for Derek
on the front steps?
-Uh-uh.
-Oh, well,
I was sure it was you.
Huh.
I've made some potato chips.
-Kim: Yeah, great.
So what's going on?
-I just had the worst day.
Is it me or has
the whole world
gone crazy?
I can't make sense
of anything anymore.
-Look, Sarah,
it's human nature
to want nice, neat answers
to everything,
but unfortunately
life doesn't work that way
and a lot of things
can't be explained.
(sighs)
I mean,
you would not believe
the things that
I've been through.
I hardly believe them myself.
-Well, all I know is I can't
go on this way anymore.
I have to get
our lives back in order,
back into a normal routine.
I really think
that's best for Derek...
and for me.
-You know what
I always say.
Just trust your instincts.
-That's exactly
what I'm gonna do.
Derek?
Are you all right?
-What was
that all about?
-She was gonna
call the police!
Do you know would'a
happened if she'd done that?
You stupid, stupid fool!
-Shut up! I've had enough!
-(screams)
-You're drunk!
You're always drunk!
-Don't you turn
your back on me
when I'm talking to you.
Wait a minute!
Where do you
think you're going?
-I don't have
to listen to you anymore!
-(grunting)
(screams)
You bastard!
Son of a bitch!
-I'm sorry, father.
I'm so sorry.
-You son of a bitch.
(triumphant laughs)
(laughing)
(screams)
(screaming)
-(panicked yelps)
-Pino!
Pino.
I'm sorry.
Pino!
I'm sorry.
Pino.
Pino!
Oh, God, what've I done?
-(girl giggles)
-Hi-ya, Lonnie.
-Hey, what ya doing, squirt?
-Are you blind
or just dumber
than you look?
-Don't be a wise-ass.
I eat kids like you
for breakfast.
It's why my shit
smells so bad.
(snickers)
-What an asshole.
-Hey, what'd you call me?
You little shit.
-Beat it, butt-head.
-(chuckles)
-Cheer up.
Tomorrow's Christmas Eve
and things are
only gonna get better.
-(sighs)
-Ricky: Santa Claus killer...
-(Laura screams)
-Hank:
Get the hell
out of here.
-(Laura screams)
-Dr. Newbury:
Laura, It's okay,
it's a dream...
-Derek, honey,
I've been doing
a lot of thinking
and I want you to sleep
in your own room tonight.
Now, there's nothing
to be afraid of.
Just try it
for one night
and I promise
if it doesn't work out,
you can come right back
in here and sleep with me.
Will you do it for me?
Please?
I want you to
go right to sleep.
Come on.
I'll be right here
if you need me, honey.
-Look out!
-(Lonnie laughs)
-Son of a bitch!
You're dead!
-(laughing)
-(wheels whir)
-(sparking)
-Whoa!
Help! Help!
Help!
(distant screams)
Can't stop!
Help me!
Help!
-(Christmas music plays)
-Lonnie: Help me! Help!
(screaming)
(screams)
-(toy fizzles)
-(Christmas music plays)
-Whoa!
(screaming continues)
-(sparks blast)
-(toy crunches)
-(screams)
-(crunching)
-(screams)
-Derek!
-(screaming)
-(tire screeches)
-(mumbling)
-Over PA: Dr. Gladsky,
please report to O.R.
Dr. Gladsky,
please report to O.R.
-Couldn't make 'em stop.
Stop.
-Over PA: Dr. Server,
pick up line one.
-I couldn't...
-(hospital chatter continues)
-His pulse is strong.
Don't worry, he's gonna be fine.
-Kim: I love you, honey.
-Hello.
-Hi, how are you?
-Hi.
-Oh, tell me.
-Thanks for coming.
-I'm sorry I can't
stay very long.
I've got to
get back to the office.
How is he?
-The doctor said
he'll be fine,
but look at him.
-What a terrible accident.
-Sarah, you think
this is an accident?
Look.
-What's this?
-You tell me.
-(doorbell rings)
(doorbell rings)
-Hi, Derek, hi.
You don't know me, but I--
Let's just say
I want to be your friend, okay?
And, hey, look what
I brought you, huh?
Look at that.
You'll find a very
special toy in there.
A very special toy
for a very special boy.
Oh, come on, Derek,
It's okay.
I want you to have it.
Take it.
-What do you want?
-Who are you?
-I'm the babysitter.
Who are you?
-I'm a friend of the family.
I'm looking
for Mrs. Quinn.
Is she home?
-She's working late.
You'll have to contact
her at the office.
-(locks)
-Hey, wait!
Open the door.
Hey, what are you doing?
Open the door.
-Go away!
-Look, I'm not
gonna hurt you.
I told you I'm a friend.
Come on, let me in.
I just want to use the phone.
-I'm not supposed
to let anyone in.
-Come on-- Just tell me
where Mrs. Quinn works.
I'll go see her there, okay?
-1200 Market Street, 5th floor!
-Thank you!
-(door closes)
-(metal sliding)
-Shit!
-(key clanks)
-Oh-- sh--
God!
-Sarah.
-(gasps)
Ah.
-(both panting)
-As he yawned and stretched
and scratched his head,
he felt two furry ears
growing from his head.
How amazing?
Straight away,
he searched the room
for a mirror without success.
So he filled a basin
with water
and peered down
at his reflection.
Yes, there they were,
a pair of donkey's ears.
He felt shame
and grief and anger in turn.
He cried, enraged,
and beat his head
against the wall.
Yet the more he roared,
the longer his ears grew.
(gasps)
-What took you so long?
-He wouldn't go to sleep.
Mrs. Quinn's gonna
be home soon.
-What are we
waiting for?
-(giggling)
-What's your story?
Come on.
-(laughing)
You-- stop.
(laughing continues)
Come on.
(laughs)
Buck, come on.
-(both laugh)
-Jeez, what are you doing?
-I don't have the right tool
to get in your car.
So I guess you have
two choices.
You could break
your window or...
you can let me
give you a ride home.
-I'll take the ride.
-Okay.
-What?
-Why did you run from me?
-God, I don't know.
I guess I panicked.
I couldn't believe
it was you.
You scared
the hell out of me.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-Things have been pretty
crazy around here lately,
but I'm glad you're here.
I really am...
but it's been six years
since you left
and I guess I never
thought I'd see you again.
-Is that true?
Or did you see me
every time you looked at Derek?
He's my son, isn't he?
-Yes.
-Damn it, Sarah.
Why didn't you tell me
you were pregnant?
-Would it have
made any difference?
-It was my child.
I had a right to know.
-I wanted to tell you, Noah.
I really did.
I--
I--
I wanted to tell you.
I did.
I loved you so much...
but you weren't ready
to settle down, Noah.
You know that.
-All I know is that you
could have trusted me
to do the right thing.
-I did what
I had to do.
I wanted to finish college.
I wanted a career.
And I needed
security for that
and you couldn't
give it to me
and Tom could.
-Listen to me.
I did a lot
of growing up
when I was in the army.
I know what's important now.
I want to be
a good father to my son.
I want to spend
the rest of my life with you.
-(both panting)
(panting continues)
-Oh, jerk.
-(moans)
(moans)
-It's in front.
-(laughing)
-Oh, don't rip it!
-No, I can get it off.
-(moaning, panting)
-(booth giggling)
-(snaps)
-Bingo.
(laughs)
(kissing)
-(panting)
-Oh, God.
(moaning)
-Oh, sorry.
-(girl laughing)
-(moans)
-(panting)
-(whimpers)
Ooh, ooh.
I really... (laughs)
-(laughing)
-Yes.
(barks)
-(laughing)
-Buck.
-Oh, baby.
-Buck, where did--
Where did all these
toys come from?
-What?
-Toys.
-I don't know.
They were here
when we got here.
(kissing)
-I don't-- I don't
remember seeing them.
-(pants)
We weren't really
paying much attention
now were we?
(kissing)
-(gears whir)
-(kissing)
-(moaning)
-Oh.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, that--
That feels good.
Oh, you never
touched me there before.
-What?
-No, no, no.
Put it back.
Put it back--
Put-- put--
Put it back on.
-What?
-Oh, never mind.
-Stop.
-Stop what?
-Stop.
-You could use
some lotion, honey.
-(hissing)
-(gags)
-Buck!
-Oh!
-(screams)
-(both scream)
-Help!
(screaming)
-(screams)
-(screaming)
-(grunting)
-(screaming)
-(gunshot)
-(gunfire)
-(screaming)
-(screams)
-(blades whirring)
-(both screaming)
-(squelching)
-(screaming continues)
-(maniacal laughter)
-Sarah, what do you know about
that old guy from the toy store?
-You mean Joe Petto?
-Yeah.
-Nothing really.
Just that he's a nice man, why?
-What if I told you
he was arrested
for maiming some kids
several years ago?
-What?
-He owned a toy store
in Grove City
when I was a kid.
-They arrested him
one Christmas
for booby trapping toys.
He'd rig 'em with
lethal devices
and then he sent them
to kids all around town.
A couple of kids
got hurt pretty bad.
I think one of them even died.
-I don't believe it.
-Sarah, believe it.
I was there.
-What reason
could he have
to hurt innocent children?
-From what I remember,
he went off the deep end
when his wife was
killed in a car accident.
She was pregnant
at the time.
-Oh my God.
-I guess he felt
if he couldn't have
a happy family,
nobody else would.
The moment I saw
that toy store,
it all came back to me.
I got worried about
you and Derek
so I did some
snooping around,
bought a bunch
of toys from Petto.
Took 'em apart,
checked 'em out,
see what I could find.
-And?
-Nothing.
-Oh God, Noah,
I want to go home.
-Okay.
-(dog barking)
-Noah: Sarah, wait.
What do I tell Derek?
-You can tell him
the truth.
He's a smart little boy.
He understands a lot more
than you think.
Just don't expect
any miracles from him,
that's all.
He's been through a lot.
-Okay.
-(screams)
-Help me, please!
Help me! Help me!
Somebody help me!
(cries)
-Hey, easy now.
What happened?
-Toys! Buck's dead!
Buck's dead!
-Where's Derek?
Where's Derek?
-He took him.
-Who took him?
Where? Who?
-The man from
the toy store.
-Joe Petto?
-Yes.
-Oh God!
-(mechanical whirring)
-(screams)
-Noah: What the hell's that?
All right, look,
now get inside.
We'll call the police.
Come on, come on.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Come on, come on.
It's okay.
Where're you going?
-I'm going to get my baby!
-Sarah, no!
Let the police handle this.
Sarah? Sarah!
Sarah, come on!
God damn it!
-Oh my God,
what happened?
-I don't have time
to explain.
Just call 9-1-1.
Stay with her
and send the police!
-Send them where?
(tires screeching)
-(banging)
-Petto!
Petto!
Petto!
Petto, where are you?
You bastard!
I want my boy!
You hurt him
and I swear I'll kill you!
Do you hear me?
-(mechanical whirring)
-Sarah! Sarah!
Sarah, where are you?
Oh, shit.
Sarah?
-Derek.
-(panting)
-Oh my God.
-(buzzing)
-(gunshot)
-(grunts)
-(gunshots)
(gunshots)
-(screams)
(sighs)
-(screams)
-Noah?
(gasps)
-(electrical buzzing)
-(bubbling)
-(slight gasp)
(screams)
(gasps)
-I knew you'd come.
Pretty mommy.
-Let go of me!
Who are you?
-(metal clicking)
-(rubber stretches)
-Pino?
How-- how in God's name--
-Oh, this is very simple.
Really, it's very simple.
All you need is
a little of that
and a little of that
and a little
of that.
My father taught me how.
My father taught me
a lot of things.
-(door slams)
-(locking)
-Not smart.
-You killed him,
didn't you?
You killed Joe.
-I had to.
He broke me.
He always broke me.
And even though
he always fixed me,
I had to be sure
this time
that he didn't
hurt me anymore.
-Oh my God.
-I tried to be
a good boy, father.
All I ever wanted
to be was a good son to you,
but I could never
be a real son to him.
I could never be that.
That's all he ever wanted,
was a real son,
a real son
like Derek.
-Where's my boy?
-His real son died
before he was even born.
That's why he made me.
My father could
make anything.
Well...
almost anything,
but I wasn't good enough.
He never thought
I could love him
like a real son can.
When he found out
I rigged those toys
and sent them
to your house,
he was so angry with me,
but don't you see?
I had to.
Derek has to die.
Then you can be my mommy
-Damn you!
Where's Derek?
-You don't need Derek!
I can be your son now!
I can!
Don't you see?
That's why I took him.
I knew you'd come.
I knew you'd come!
-Get away from me!
-I can love you
like a real son.
I can. I can. I can.
I can! I can!
I love you, mommy!
I love you!
I love you!
I want you!
I love you!
I love you!
I love you! I love you!
-(screams)
-(grunts)
(strangled scream)
-Damn you! Where's my boy?
I want my boy!
-(screams)
-(sparking)
-(explosions)
-(electrical buzzing)
-He wanted a...
real boy.
I wasn't...
good... enough.
-I want my boy!
What have you done with him?
-I'm your son now!
Not him!
Not him.
-(cloth ripping)
-No!
Don't hurt my baby!
-(quiet whimpers)
-Not him.
-Don't!
Don't kill him.
You can be my son.
You can come
home with me.
Don't kill him.
-Sarah!
-We're in here!
Help us!
No, Pino!
-(door clacking)
-Sarah!
Hang on!
I'm coming.
-No! Pino, don't!
You can be my boy.
You can be my son,
anything you want.
We'll go home together.
Anything you want, Pino.
-(whimpers)
-Don't hurt Derek.
-No!
Derek has to die.
It's the only way.
-No! Don't!
-(grunts)
(choking)
-Mommy, help!
-Derek!
-Help me, mommy.
-Derek, let go!
-(banging)
-Mommy, help me!
-(banging)
-Mommy, help me.
-Noah!
-Mommy!
-Grab him!
-(screams)
-Ahh!
(grunts)
(grunts in pain)
Ahh!
(groans)
-Father! Father!
Help me.
-(harsh breathing)
My baby.
-Father.
All he wanted
was a son.
He...
made...
me!
(crying)
Father.
Don't leave me!
-It's okay.
You're safe now, Derek.
I'm gonna take care of you.
-Mom, who is he?
-(laughing)
-I'll tell you
when we get home, honey.
(screams)
-Mommy!
-Die, you son of bitch!
-Don't be afraid.
It's only a toy, mommy.
-That's right.
It's only a toy.
-Let's get the hell
out of here.
-Just a toy.
-(laughing)
-(orchestral music plays)