Babysitter Massacre (2013) - full transcript

[PANTING AND CRYING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Are you sure you're sick?

Yes.

I feel hot and achey.

You aren't just saying that
to stay home from school?

No.

So you must be too sick to go
trick or treating then, right?

I don't know.

I think you must be.

Oh, come on.



I tell you what.

If you go and lay down and
get lots and lots of rest,

maybe you'll feel
better by the time

we're ready to go
out tonight, and you

can go trick or treating.

How's that sound?

You got it!

So go to your
bedroom and get to it.

Thank you, Linda.

No problem, kid.

[PHONE VIBRATING]

I just scored myself
some peace and quiet.

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Too old for Halloween.



Tough gig.

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Damn it!

God!

What?

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[SCREAMING]

Please, help me!

Please, leave me alone!

[SCREAMING]

Please, no!

No!

No, no, no, no!

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

Good morning.

Hey there.

How's your day been?

Brief, I guess.

I used to think
sleeping in was great.

Now I can't seem to sleep
past 8:30 without feeling

like I've wasted the whole day.

Even after retiring?

Maybe it's just
corporate conditioning.

I like to think that
I am being productive.

I mean, I always like
to have things to do.

--[SHIVERING] Aren't
you cold out here?

You know, I guess so.

I didn't really think about it.

When I'm feeling down,
I just like to sit out

here and look at the houses.

Feel some of the life out there.

Gets lonely in this house.

How you holding up?

Fine.

Until I got that
letter from the county.

Death in absentia.

It's been seven years.

Now as far as Dakota
County is concerned,

April is officially deceased.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

It isn't new to me.

But seeing it in black
and white just stings.

No more police reports, no
insurance companies nosing

around looking for fraud.

Just nothing left.

I wish I knew what to say.

There really isn't
anything to say, is there?

I guess not.

I'd be pretty shocked
if you could lay down

words and make it all better.

I'd tell you to sell
it on daytime TV.

I miss her, too.

I just-- I just try not to
feel like a failure as a father.

You're not to blame.

Save it.

I've heard that speech.

But she was on my watch.

And the only consolation
left in my life

now is watching you
grow up next door.

I--

You got your plans
made out for the day?

Did you pick out your costume?

I-- I don't dress up anymore.

But, um, I'm having
some friends over.

It'll be fun?

Yeah.

Good.

I feel better already.

You go have yourself a good
rest of the day, Angela.

I will, Mr. Walker.

Call if you need anything.

Will do, kiddo.

Mom, is that you?

Hello, baby!

Jesus [INAUDIBLE] Christ,
you scared the hell out of me!

'tis the season.

You are twisted.

And your mom's an accomplice.

You're just trying to see
me naked, you lesbo pervert.

Well, you better believe it.

Whip out them titties for me.

[LAUGHS] Get out.

Fine.

You're no fun.

I saw your butt, too.

Jesus.

The nightmares are back?

Yeah.

In a big way.

I'm-- I just keep seeing him
over and over in my mind.

'tis the season.

Yeah, but now I feel like
they're getting less blurry.

And it's still the guy
with the white face?

Head.

His entire head is white.

He comes in, and he grabs
April, and he pushes me aside,

and he takes her away.

And I run away.

You were 14.

You couldn't do anything.

I let her go.

OK.

Breathe for me.

Survivor's guilt
is such a bitch.

I'm so sorry, sweetheart.

I don't know what I
would do without you.

All of the other girls blame me.

They only blame you
because that's the only way

that they could process it.

We all got together, and
in our suburbanite wisdom,

formed a babysitters' club.

And when reality hit us in
the face, we fell apart.

But we were all
just in our costumes,

and laughing, and getting
candy, and having a good time.

And then she was gone.

And then everyone else was gone.

Everyone except you.

Look.

I'm sure not all the girls
feel that way anymore.

Right.

I'm having a few of them
over for a party tonight.

Maybe you can drop by
and join the party.

What kind of party is it?

A slumber party.

You're kidding me.

[LAUGHING] For old time's sake.

Come on.

Tonight is about
feeling like kids again.

Maybe that can apply to
old friendships, too?

Yeah.

You won't feel ashamed for
inviting the weird girl over?

No way.

But just wait a couple hours
until the social lubricant

has flowed through the veins.

Just like when
we were kids, huh?

Yeah, except this time, we
don't have to steal the liquor.

[LAUGHING]

But we can if we want a thrill.

You're so impressive.

But you're rotten on the inside.

Kind of like my ex-boyfriend.

Oh well.

Sorry.

Hey.

I kind of want to
skip the party.

It's been a really long day.

No, I kind of just want to
go home, have some popcorn,

unwind, take my shoes off.

All right, I'll think about it.

No problem, sis.

Yeah, OK.

I'll call you later.

All right, bye.

[GASP]

You're gonna freeze
your booty off.

It'll be better than
a hot cup of coffee.

I think the wind
chill's like 28 degrees.

That's a great
way to feel alive.

You're crazy.

And you're a pussy.

If you want to go ahead
and jump in, be my guest.

But I'm going to
put my costume on.

It's party time.

Suit yourself.

Get it?

I didn't even mean to do that.

A poet and a scholar.

OK, maybe this one
time I was wrong.

Tony?

Are you decent?

I want to see this
surprise costume of yours.

Nice.

So what are you?

I get it.

A tampon.

Nice and absorbent.

Did you pick that costume
up at a leather bar,

or did you just cut
out the middleman

and blow a dude for it?

OK, now you're creeping
me out, and I can't

think of any more insults.

So I'm going to go get changed.

[SCREAM]

Why are you doing this?

Let me go!

Please, let me go!

Why are you doing this?

Please, stop!

Please stop!

Please stop!

No!

No!

[SCREAMING]

Please, please, just let me go!

Please, please, no!

No!

No!

There's plenty of
soda in the fridge.

That cherry kind you like.

What's wrong, sweetheart?

It's just a terrible day.

What do you mean?

Halloween.

It was starting to get easier,
but now I feel like I've

taken a giant step backwards.

All my friends are out of
whack, and it's the only speck

on an otherwise
stereotypically boring

middle class neighborhood.

Boring?

Boring is good.

I miss boring.

I just feel selfish.

I want to have fun
this time of year,

and then I see how
everyone else is affected.

You had a talk with Mr. Walker.

Yeah.

He's wrecked.

She was his entire world.

Mr. Walker's choosing
not to move on.

He's choosing to go
outside every day

and look at the neighborhood and
remember when April was alive.

He's making himself
relive the pain.

Should he just forget
about her, then?

Of course not.

But you can honor memories
and still embrace life.

You know, sadness
is a simple feeling.

It rarely offers up
anything unexpected.

When we're sad, it's a
comfort, because we're

exhausted from all
the shock and the pain

and being jerked around.

We just sit there like a lump,
feeling sad while we heal.

The sadness is like
a brace or a crutch.

If we're not careful, we can
come to rely on it long term,

and then the depression
becomes all-- all we know,

and all we're willing to know.

That's so sad.

It's not just sad.

It's pitiful.

It's a coward's way out,
and a guaranteed way

never to put yourself out
there and have new experiences.

It's no way to live,
and I know for a fact

I raised you to be smarter
and more courageous than that.

[LAUGHING]

I hate that.

What?

How you're always right
about everything. [LAUGHING]

It's amazing how
much I've learned

in just a few short years, huh?

Oh, oh yeah, how many
years is that again?

Lalalala, I can't hear you!

Oh, come on.

Did you meet Ike Eisenhower?

Oh, not funny, and
I can't hear you!

Oh, mom, you're
such a [INAUDIBLE]

How do I look?

[LAUGHING]

Like a big pussy!

I'm glad I raised such
a mature young woman.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

You look great.

Are you gonna snag
you a frat boy or two?

Minimum of two.

Hmm.

You know what I just realized?

You're not dressed as a kitten.

You're dressed as a cougar.

I know.

Come on, I'm kidding.

I'm not! [LAUGHING]

[KNOCKING]

Well, I think our mother
daughter bonding time

has reached its critical mass.

So, um, you've got to
go out there and get out

on the town, you party animal.

Trick or treat!

Jeez.

What are you dressed as?

Your best friend?

[LAUGHING]

Jesus Christ, you're
too adorable for words.

Get in here.

Lucky, how are you, darling?

I'm great.

How are you?

Oh, this is going to be cheesy.

You ready for it?

Purr-fect.

Oh, well!

Uh, mom better get going.

Otherwise, she's going
to be late for the prowl.

The prowl?

Don't ask.

Good night, girls.

Have a wonderful time,
and, uh, don't wait up.

Good night.

Good night.

Your mom is great.

Couldn't love her
any more if I tried.

So my first--

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Ugh.

What is it?

God, Linda keeps sending her
these awful pictures of she

and the girls dressed up in
their Halloween costumes.

God, they really went
for it this year.

Oh, that is so gross.

It looks like ketchup.

If it looks fake, then
why are you grossed out?

I hate ketchup.

So did they say when
they're getting here?

Well, they should be trickling
in as the evening progresses,

but, um, some of them probably
can't drive from the big party.

So we might be picking them up.

So should we wait to get
into the bottle of wine

that we brought, then?

Hell no!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Hey, uh, so you're tearing
through it now, huh?

Yeah.

At this point, I'm just
firing blindly into the air

in any direction.

Did you remember to breathe?

Yeah, yeah.

Did you file the
Johnson papers?

Twice.

I think it's about that time.

I'll go shut off the
lights and lock the door.

Run, go, your
youth is at stake!

Going home alone.

What the shit?

Hey, come on.

I wasn't trying to scare you.

Old habits die hard.

Interesting choice of terms.

What do you want?

Hey, come on.

I just want to talk to you.

That's funny, because I
had hoped that I'd never

have to speak to you again.

Hey, come on.

Give me a chance.

We were best friends once.

Do you remember junior high?

Yeah, of course.

I remember a babysitters' club.

Made all kinds of money
to buy chips and candy.

Well, that's what
I remember, too.

I also remember one year you
wanted to go trick or treating,

but it was so cold and snowing
out, nobody wanted to go.

We didn't want to
freeze our tits off.

But April?

She went with you.

You know why?

Do you?

I don't.

She believed in
the buddy system.

She wanted you to be safe.

But you know what the
flaw was in her plan?

Do you?

No.

That her fucking buddy
would run off and leave her

to be abandoned and murdered.

Hey, come on!

It didn't happen like that!

So what happened?

Did you fight back?

When some weirdo came up,
did you yell for help?

Did you throw your
bag of candy at him?

I was just a kid!

So was she!

And now she's nothing!

When I look at you, I
don't see your face.

I see my friend rotting
in a ditch somewhere.

Why don't you wipe those
tears off your face

and get the fuck
out of my office?

Sandra, I am so, so sorry.

Sorry's not going
to help anything!

Our friendship's
just like April.

Dead in the fucking ground.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh my God, that is so gross.

I know.

It must have taken
hours to get it right.

I can't even see the edges.

Uh, I can see them
a little, but I

think they get an A for effort.

It's kind of freaking me out.

Are you guys talking about me?

How did you get in here?

Your door is unlocked.

Which I really don't think
is a good idea, considering

it's Halloween night.

Well, we were just distracted
by these gnarly pics

Linda's been sending us.

Ooh, let me see them.

They are really into
the costumes this year.

Dumb.

Gross.

Fake.

Stupid.

Oh, how I've missed you.

I'm in pretty high demand.

I just re-broke up with Dave.

Again?

Again again.

I think this is like
the sixth breakup?

Why do you keep
breaking up with him?

He's a total bore.

I mean, every time
I break up with him,

it's like a spark goes
off behind his eyes.

Suddenly he's interesting
and intriguing,

and he just thinks
of all these ways

to woo me that he's
never thought of before.

That's sweet.

Yeah, in a sick,
sociopathic kind of way.

Oh, come on.

Like you bitches
never misled a guy

just to get what you wanted.

Not really.

Never?

You've never misled a guy?

Nope.

You've never
manipulated a guy, Lucky?

Ever?

Well, one time.

Go on.

I ordered a medium popcorn
when I wanted a large.

What?

I love popcorn,
but I just didn't

want him to think I was a pig.

Besides, it was only
$0.15 more, too.

You're a moron.

Oh, why don't you loosen
your talons just a bit?

Just because you're
as pure as white snow

does not give you the
right to judge me.

We're not judging you.

We're just-- laughing at you?

[LAUGHING]

What am I?

A joke?

OK, maybe it was a
poor choice in words.

[KNOCKING]

More trick or treaters?

I think it's a
little late for that.

Well, let's just
go see who it is.

What is it?

It's a box.

You know, like the
thing between your legs.

Mmm, this seems like a prank.

Doesn't smell like dog
shit, and it's not on fire.

Then open it.

What is it?

Fancy panties.

OK, this is creepy.

Everybody get inside now.

This is really weird.

Come on, you guys need
to relax a little bit.

I don't like the idea
that someone just air

dropped panties onto my porch.

It is a little weird.

This is so totally David.

Aww, did you have an accident
and he had to bring you

fresh panties?

No.

It's like the movie.

He knows I love horror
movies, and he's

trying to recreate it for me.

He's such a genius when
he's trying to get me back.

There's a movie where girls are
alone in a house in lingerie?

Sorority House Massacre 2.

So what?

We're supposed to
dress up in lingerie

to feed his perverted fantasy?

No.

We're supposed to
dress up in lingerie

to feed my perverted fantasy.

I don't know.

Oh, come on.

What else are we
going to do tonight

besides watch TV and drink?

Screw it.

I'm in.

But I get to keep
whatever I wear.

His credit card, not mine.

Hello there.

I kind of wanted my nap
to go on a little longer,

but I guess you have
something else in mind?

Well, mister big,
scary Halloween man,

if you're going to be so
silent, how will I ever

know what you want from me?

I guess I'll just have
to use my imagination.

Is this what you had in mind?

I know.

Maybe I need to play
with your sweet tooth.

I think I've played
alone enough.

Why don't you give
me a big surprise?

[MOANING]

I love that.

[GASP]

You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

Hey.

New place.

Same job, huh?

I've never had a
problem with it.

Well, you should.

You've had the same
job since you were 17.

To me, that just screams townie.

And where do you work?

The Gap?

I work at Record Town.

Ah, see, now it
all makes sense.

So you've got an
image to uphold,

so it's going to be indie and
downtown and involving vinyl?

And this is just
like old times.

It wasn't fun talking
to you then, either.

Can I just pay for the pizza?

What's wrong?

You look pissed.

I'm always pissed.

No, not your usual pissed.

Have you been crying?

You know, I'd really
love to pay for this pizza

and have you back
out of my life.

I'm just worried about you.

A lot of good that does me!

You weren't worried about me
when you fucking dumped me!

Jesus Christ, that
was two years ago.

And I said I wanted
to be friends.

I'm not friends
with scumfuckers

who dump their girlfriends
for no fucking reason.

I can't defend
myself to you, but you

seriously look terrible.

Well, thanks, pigfucker.

No, you look really upset.

Yeah, well, seeing your face
can ruin anyone's day, OK?

I'm gone, OK?

But if you need anything,
you can call me.

I've got the same number.

Same number, same job,
same stupid fucking haircut.

Tyler Patrino, a
testament to progression.

Try sucking a fucking dick!

That went better than
I thought it would.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR BELL]

Your boyfriend's weird.

Ex-boyfriend.

Wow, look at that.

You've got tits and everything.

Thanks.

You look great in that.

Only way it could
be better is if we

just some blood on your chest.

Like from the movie?

Sometimes I try to follow you
and it never works out for me.

Go slip your bony
ass into something.

So ridiculous.

Ooh, look at that.

It's black, like my soul.

I like it.

What are the other girls gonna
think when they find us here

dressed up like this together?

I guess they'll think
we're rug munchers.

Oh, charming.

It's OK.

I have a few extra pairs.

I'll have to twist their arm.

Did you pick something out?

I got this.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Does Arlene hate me?

Oh, no, sweetheart.

She doesn't hate you.

She just has a
strong personality,

and she knows you're
not assertive,

so she pushes you around.

I don't like it.

Well then, stand up to
her, and then she'll quit.

Do you really
think that'll work?

It works in prison.

On TV.

OK, girls, get ready.

Pretty great, huh?

You are twisted.

Come on.

Don't act like you've never
seen a pair of titties before.

Just put on your stuff.

Why?

Because.

Why should I get dressed?

I don't know.

It's cold.

It's cold?

Really?

I don't feel cold.

Now you're telling
me how I feel?

No.

Then what is it?

Do I make you uncomfortable?

No.

Just admit it.

My hot naked body makes
you uncomfortable.

I--

Arlene, enough.

I--I don't know.

I--

I'm just trying to
understand where your friend

and mine is coming from.

So just admit it.

You're intimidated.

Yeah.

It's OK.

I'll go put some clothes on.

See?

That wasn't so
difficult, now, was it?

It wasn't him.

It-- it was a-- a frat boy
in a Halloween costume.

It wasn't him.

It-- fuck.

This is my color.

I like it.

No, really.

I mean, this is my color.

If anyone else tries
tow ear it from now on,

I'm gonna go all Disney
on their ass and sue them.

Whoa, I'll keep that in mind.

Is that a retroactive license?

Of course not.

I'm not greedy.

[LAUGHS] Yeah.

[KNOCKING]

Guys, that's gotta be him.

Come on, let's go to the door
together, all in our outfits.

How do you know it's him?

Have any other girls texted
you back about coming?

No, they've all
gone pretty quiet.

Then who else could it be?

Come on.

(WHISPERING)
[INAUDIBLE] door, Angela.

(WHISPERING) Privacy!

Oh!

Hi, Mr. Walker!

Uh, something I
can help you with?

No, no.

That's all right.

Uh, I just wanted
to bring you this.

It's the leftovers from
my trick or treating.

I thought you might
use it for your party.

Oh, great.

Thank you.

Great.

Are you all right, Angela?

Uh, yeah.

Just a little underdressed
for the occasion.

Oh, well, don't
worry about that.

You know, I used to be
young once, too, you know.

Your secret is safe with me.

Oh, and, uh, if you need
anything at all, you just call.

I'll be up all night.

OK.

Thanks.

I appreciate it.

Goodnight, girls.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Walker.

They grow up so fast.

[LAUGHING]

That is the only time
that that could happen.

We have the worst luck.

I think I want to change.

No.

You're gonna stick with it.

I'm feeling cold.

Then we'll turn
up the thermostat.

Dave's gonna be here
soon, and I want him

to see his plan worked on me.

You're not screwing on my bed.

Just give it like
20 more minutes.

[SIGH]

Anticipation is the best part.

[SCREAMING]

Ugh.

I can't eat any more.

What is it?

It's more pictures.

It looks like the
girls have chose

the downtown party over us.

Fuck them.

We're the cream of
the crop anyway.

More wine is what
we seem to need.

I happen to have
some right here.

I knew there was a
reason I liked you, bitch.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, let's put on some TV.

I think I found
us something to do.

What's that?

I don't know.

[KNOCKING]

What do we do?

We answer the door, idiots.

I don't like the idea of
giving anybody else a free peek.

Then I'll answer the door.

You guys set up the game board.

I love that [INAUDIBLE].

If it's Dave, then
you let him in.

With pleasure.

Hey, Arlene.

Did someone order a cunt?

Oh.

Bianca.

Come-- come on in.

Thanks.

Now I feel, uh-- I feel a
little overdressed, guys.

Don't ask.

Fair enough.

So, did you stop by
the party downtown?

Yeah, for a minute.

Why don't you play with us?

Come on, an Ouija board?

Aren't you curious?

About?

What the spirits have to say.

Those things don't work.

How do you know?

This board is a tool for
contacting the souls of those

who have already passed on.

And you can get
them at Toys R Us.

[INAUDIBLE].

Everybody sit down.

The more hands on
the planchette,

the better the
connection will be.

This is so silly.

Everybody put your
fingers on the planchette.

What do we do now?

We ask it a question.

Like what?

Hold onto your britches,
bitches, I've got this.

Everyone take a deep breath.

Maybe we could just watch TV.

Spirit board, is
anyone hearing us?

I guess that's a no, huh?

We have to make a
figure eight motion.

If we're all moving
it, how does it work?

Yes.

Wow.

What is your name?

This is creepy.

A. P.

Hang on.

R. I.

Oh, fuck.

L.

This is sick, even for you.

It's not me.

Please stop.

I should go.

What's it like to be dead?

L-O-N-E-L-Y. Lonely.

She's lonely.

All right, that's enough.

I'm not doing it.

Why are you lonely?

Why are you dead?

Fuck this, I'm out!

She's just telling
us the truth.

Fuck you!

Damn it.

What the fuck was that?

The truth hurts.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[KNOCKING]

[ELECTRIC BUZZING]

Grr!

[SCREAM]

Hey.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hi.

Um, I need to talk to you.

Now.

Can't you just pick me up?

I have some, uh, leftover pizza
in the back if you want it.

Thanks.

I'm good.

Already had some.

So, what's up?

I had a bad run in
with some of the girls.

See, now it all makes sense.

It's not why I called you.

I don't need you coddling me.

Well, at least there's that.

Something weird is going on.

I saw a guy at the
party downtown, and he

just-- he looked
just like the guy.

What guy?

The guy from Halloween
when I was a kid.

You've gotta be kidding.

No.

I swear it's him.

There's no doubt in my mind.

You know, it could
just be a coincidence.

You know, you haven't seen
the guy in a while, then

all of a sudden, there he is.

I don't know.

Don't make me
regret calling you.

All right, all right.

So-- so you saw him.

I just-- I want to go check
on the other girls, you know?

I want to make sure they're OK.

Well, give me an address.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Are we really just gonna sit
here and not talk about it?

Talk about what?

You're kidding me, right?

I think we had a great night.

I just wish Dave would show up.

You went way too far.

Why was she even here?

Seems to me like you're
fraternizing with the enemy.

With the enemy?

She's my friend.

This isn't high school.

You know what she did.

April was my best friend,
so she can bite it.

I think she's hurt enough.

I mean, we all walked away
from her at the funeral.

If you ask me, they
both died that night.

Maybe we could talk about it.

No!

I-- we're not going
to talk about it.

I'm done.

You're killing my buzz.

Let's just turn the TV on.

So, it's election year.

Right.

Look at all these colorful
signs in their yards.

It's like a clown
vomited all over them.

Yeah.

Hey, look, vote
for Judge Cunts.

It's Kuntz.

Nope, it is most
certainly Cunts.

I heard it pronounced
in the radio ads.

It's Kuntz.

Oh, yeah yeah yeah.

So what's your favorite
brand of Ketchup?

Is it Hoonts?

No, no, it's not Hoonts.

It's Hunts.

And they?

They are Cunts.

Well, they don't
say it like that.

Oh, no.

It's how it's spelled, for sure.

If anything, it's way
more cunt than cunt.

The K, the K, it's so
much more deliberate.

Oh, you're so childish.

Said it yourself.

I don't change, but you're
the one grinning, so you're

just as guilty as I am.

[KNOCKING]

She's not home.

Something feels too weird.

It's Halloween night.

There's nothing weird
about her not being home.

I don't know, man.

I think you're just worked up.

Take a couple deep breaths.

Don't fucking patronize me.

I'm not, but you're
obviously upset,

and you're not thinking clearly.

I'm not crazy.

Hey, no one used that term.

[KNOCKING]

Fuck!

We're out of wine.

I brought enough for
a lot more of us,

so I think we got a
little bit carried away.

Why isn't he here yet?

You dumped him.

Maybe he went on a quest for
his self respect and dignity.

Yeah right.

Well, we seem to be
the only ones here.

Is that a problem?

No.

Honestly, less cleanup.

So I'm not too mean
for your little party?

I was afraid I'd
offended the angel.

You're totally tolerable
most of the time.

You know I love
you like a sister.

I know.

Lucky.

I even kind of love
you like a cousin.

Thanks.

But you bitches
have got to wise up.

Oh, are you gonna
lay some wisdom on us?

No.

Just trying to help.

Great, thanks.

I'm not mean.

You guys just live in a bubble.

You had a mom and
dad that loved you.

My dad died when I was 13.

Let me finish.

Your dad died.

Mine abandoned me.

He walked away.

He chooses to be gone.

OK.

I'm just saying, life's
not so easy for everyone.

Oh, it is on!

[LAUGHTER]

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

It's OK, there's no wine left.

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

So, are you satisfied yet?

I don't know.

We've gone to four houses,
and nobody was home.

Sorry.

I think you'd have a
better chance of finding

them if we went to the party.

Downtown.

Yeah, maybe.

We could, um-- we
could go down together?

Scope it out?

I don't know.

You know, this may be
a dick thing to say,

but Halloween's for fun.

Maybe you should
try and enjoy it?

Yeah, you're right.

That was a dick thing to say.

I didn't mean it like that.

You just-- you've got to let go
of the way you see this night.

You're not being a dick.

I'm just-- just not in
the mood to hear it.

So?

What's the plan?

I want to go back to Angela's.

I'm pretty sure that
was a total disaster.

Yeah.

But I want to be with them.

You know, make sure
they're all right.

I can't argue with that.

Where does she live?

On the other side of town.

Down by Elm.

Oh, East Elm?

West Elm.

Well, let's get going.

I knew you'd come.

What the hell happened?

I feel like shit.

[INAUDIBLE].

What happened?

This guy in a mask, he beat me!

And he-- he told me something!

What did he say?

What did he say?

He said--

Go on.

I-- I'm scared.

I-- I know you are, but
let's get you untied.

No!

He said if you untie-- if
you untie me, he'll kill us!

Then what are we gonna do?

He-- if you want out,
you'll have to kill me.

Oh, Jesus!

[SOBBING]

I don't wanna die!

I-- I know you don't,
and none of us will.

Then what are we
supposed to do?

Well, we have to untie her.

How?

She's locked down!

Do you have any car
keys or something?

Just where would I put them?

Up my ass?

I-- I have an idea.

[KNOCKING]

[SCREAM]

He's waiting for us!

Oh my God!

Those girls in the pictures!

Oh my God!

They were real!

They're dead!

Why?

Why would anybody do this to us?

I don't--

This is a concrete
basement with no windows.

There's only one door, and
there's a maniac behind it!

Do you have an idea?

No!

What are we gonna do?

Oh God.

Oh my God!

I just wish you'd
open up a little.

Hey, I called you, right?

I needed your help.

So all of me doesn't
totally hate your guts.

Well, I guess that's a start.

Yeah, well, it's
the best I can do.

Are you sure you
want to be here?

Yeah.

I mean, I don't know.

This is probably
a bad idea, right?

I've got a feeling that
no matter what I say,

you're going to do
whatever you want to do.

So you weren't ignoring me
the entire time we were dating?

Nice.

You talk to me
like that, I'm going

to start taking it personally.

You know, I'm trying really
hard to not hate your guts,

but I'm just-- I'm used to it.

It's like a big, warm
fuzzy blanket that I

just want to wrap myself up in.

Well, it's a-- it's
at least a start.

Yeah.

It's a start.

See you later.

Hold on a second.

Do you want me to wait here?

Why?

If things go south, I
could drive you home.

Hey, I mean, I appreciate
you helping me out,

but if I walk into that house
and everything goes bad again,

I kind of just want to
take a long walk home.

Alone.

OK?

All right.

But I'm just a phone call away.

You know that, right?

I know.

Thanks.

Happy Halloween.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Oh my God!

[INAUDIBLE].

But I think our only chance
is to do what they tell us.

Are you kidding me?

I need to save our lives.

No, there has to
be another way!

Is there?

Because I don't see it!

Do you think I want to do this?

Do you think I like this?

No.

I don't even know if
we'll actually be let go.

We know for sure that
we're dead if we stay here.

You've gone insane!

I'm trying to save our
lives, you fucking bitch!

You're trying to
kill our friend,

and you call me a fucking bitch?

Guys!

Guys.

If it has to happen, then do it.

Arlene is right, and this
may be our only way out.

If-- if I have to--
if I have to die

to save you both, then fine.

[INAUDIBLE].

I'm so sorry.

I just want you to
know, I never hated you!

Thank you.

No, Lucky!

Do it!

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING AND CRYING]

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

[SCREAMING AND CRYING]

[KNOCKING]

Come on.

Whoa!

Bianca.

It's all right.

God, you scared
the fuck out of me.

Tis the season.

Yeah, well, I just
wanted to, uh, see Angela.

Join the party.

Well, I mean, I just-- I
just wanted to see Angela.

It's getting pretty late.

You know, I'd guess by
now the girls are asleep.

I stopped by earlier
to check on them,

and the wine was flowing
pretty-- pretty easy.

I guess they're out cold.

Yeah, probably right.

It's just, uh, it's
been a rough night.

For you and me both.

I'm sorry.

I-- I feel selfish.

It's all right.

You've always been a sweet girl.

You know that.

Really?

Absolutely.

Besides the attitude
and the clothes,

you're a good young woman.

You always have been.

Thanks.

You know, it is getting late.

Need a ride?

No, no.

Um, I think the walk and
the air will do me good.

It's pretty frigid out here.

No, I mean, I
really appreciate it,

but, uh, I think
I'll be all right.

April loved you.

What?

You were her best friend.

Halloween was always her
favorite time of year.

It just didn't go all that
well all those years ago,

but she sure loved
going out with you.

Thanks.

One more thing.

Yeah?

You know, I'm really making
a habit of sparing your life,

little girl.

What do you want?

We did what you wanted.

Why won't you just leave us go?

Let her go!

Let her go!

[CHOKING]

[SOBBING]

[SCREAMING]

Stop!

It's OK!

It's me!

It's me.

[SCREAMING]

Well, that went
pretty well, I think.

You're just about ready to go.

Go-- go where?

Now, now, just
relax, all right?

[SCREAMING]

Relax, all right?

This is a lot better than
tying you up all the time.

Just relax.

Make yourself comfortable.

[SOBBING]

You killed her!

I killed all of them.

Why?

I don't understand!

I love you, Angela.

Don't you understand that?

What?

You are the most
beautiful flower that I

have ever watched blossom.

You're special.

You're out of
your fucking mind!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You know, words just aren't
going to work in this scenario.

I am going to show
you how much I care.

Oh, God.

By killing all my friends?

Well, that was the beginning.

I just wanted you to have
a fresh start, that's all.

Those girls were mean to you.

They bogged you down.

Now we can have a fresh start.

I don't want to be with you!

You're a sick fuck!

I told you, I will show
you how much I love you.

You will come I love me in time.

I'm going to show you that
love is patience, Angela.

Love is patience.

You-- you [INAUDIBLE]
killed people!

Love also means never
having to say you're sorry.

I don't want to go with you!

That isn't up to you!

Get that through your mind!

[SOBBING]

We're just going to have
a nice little ranch, just

you and me and some chickens.

And maybe a cow.

They're gonna arrest you.

They're gonna put you in jail.

They have chickens and cows
in Venezuela, too, you know.

Oh God!

I have a plan.

Fuck.

Don't want to get any
of this in your cuts.

Please don't do this.

You think that
after all this work,

I'm going to be swayed by that?

I have everything under control.

You know, it sounds crazy
now, but in a few years,

you'll laugh at this story.

How far I went to be with you.

It's almost poetic, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes.

[INAUDIBLE]

All right, sweetheart.

Time to get up.

Come on.

[GROAN]

Damn!

Angela!

Fuck you, you sick bastard!

[SCREAMING]

It's-- all for you, sweetheart.

All for you.

Angela?

The only thing more romantic
than running away together

is dying together.

Don't do this!

Oh, fuck!

You gotta go!

You gotta leave!

(SOBBING) Angela!

No, I have to get
you out of here!

--[INAUDIBLE] set
the place on fire.

No, no, no!

Love is a bitch.

I can't leave you like this!

I can't leave you like this!

No, no, go go go go!

[SOBBING]

It's not your fault.

It's the second message I've
left you Um, please call me

back or something.

I'm getting worried.

What the hell?

I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry!

It's gonna be all right.

No it's not!

It's not!

[SIRENS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]