Black Christmas Page #3

Premature in sex,....

You think it's my fault,

don't you?

Barb, stop it!

Don't sh*t me. That's all what you all thinking.

Why not just come on out and say it?

You think that I drove her away, and if

she is dead you're gonna blame me.

Barb, for God sake!

If that's all what we all thinking, why isn't

someone just come right out and say it?

Barb, you have too much drinking.

Mr. Harrison--

I don't give a sh*t out of Mr. Harrison!

I'm sick and tired of everyone in this house

enunciating stuffs and not coming out with what they mean.

Barb, why don't you go upstairs and

lie down for a while?

Shut up!

And you leave me alone. Goddamn you.

You think it's my fault that you

have been employed all this afternoon.

Barb, you are drunk.

Go to bed!

Yea, sure, fine.

- Any news?

- Sure! Where Mr. Harrison?

He's in the dining room.

- We won't be long, Mrs. Mac.

- Alright, dear. See you later.

- Phyl, Phyl...

- Yes?

- Listen, I'm sure Clare will be alright.

- I hope so.

And I'm just going to tell you that I'm going to

go to my sister's for the holiday...

...so I might not be here

when you get back.

Well, that's okay. Just check out on Barb

before you leave, could you do that?

Of course, I will.

And you bring a luck.

Yeah, we'll be all right, Mrs. Mac.

Mrs. Quaife and Mr. Harrison have

asked me to extend their thanks to you...

for coming out this cold night to help.

Now, Mrs. Quaife has told us that Janice

most likely came through this park,

on her way home from school today.

So the first thing we'll do is combing the park.

When I tell you, I want you all to assemble

at the south edge of the park,

with your assigned officer.

Then we'll just walk through the park.

Spread out evenly.

Don't punch up.

There will be two sets of dogs leading the way.

Just spread out

and follow them.

George Karling, stay out from the flanks.

Teams will led up the dogs and stuff at more than ten miles an hour...

...while you're being get used to it.

Now if any of you find anything,

I want you to send someone out

immediately to report it to me.

Is that clear?

Are there any questions?

Okay, lets go.

Darling, always, last two cups.

Alright, I hear you!

Claud?

Claud?

Claud?

Claud?

Claud?

Claud?

Where are you?

How did you get up on

the attic, Claud?

Sh*t!

All right, God dammit.

You can wait.

Claud, are you up here?

Jesus Christ, I don't see

how could you be up here.

Come on!

Jesus, Claud ...

Now look at what you make me do.

Jesus...

I've got to clean this place up some day.

Claud?

I can't see a damn thing.

Claud, god dammit, Claud,

I'm going to have you fixed.

Hey!

Anybody there?

Anybody there?

I'm gonna have to split. Peter is coming

around and I'm late already.

- It's cold.

- We'll coming home soon too.

I am freezing.

- We'll let you know if there is anything happen.

- Bye.

- Yes, is that my baby?

- Don't leave your place, stop!

Janice!

No!

Janice!

Janice, Janice!

Coming, Janice!

Janice!

Janice?

Hello?

Hello?

Who is this?

Oh, help!

Please, help me!

Oh, come, please!

Help, please!

What do you want?

Why are you doing this?

Trust me, babe.

I got goddamn Mrs. Mac.

Will I bury in bag?

Who are you?

For God's sake, what are you doing?

I know what you did, Billy!

Stupid Billy!

Billy! Billy! Mad!

Stop this!

Jesus Christ, Mrs. Mac?

Mrs. Mac, are you home?

Mrs. Mac, are you up there?

Yes, hello?

I had been getting obscene phone calls, and

I want to know what can be done about it?

Yes alright, I'll hold.

But only for a moment.

Peter, Jesus,

you scared the hell out of me!

Why don't you say something?

Yea? Well.

You scare the hell out of me too.

What's all the yelling about?

I've been upstairs

having a little sleep.

Hope you don't mind, but

I'm got a little cold up there waiting for you.

- Sorry, I was late, Peter.

- Yeah.

Clare Harrison is missing. I was out

with the search party looking for her.

Yes, hello.

I want to report something.

No, I don't want to hold!

- How does the recital going?

- How do you think it was?

Peter, what kind of a

game are you playing?

I thought you wanted to talk.

So why don't you quit attacking me and

we try to have a rational adult conversation?

Yes, now I stay on the line.

Okay! Now calm down, lady.

Let's tell the story.

Oh, yeah?

What's the address?

6, Belmont Street ...

How many calls?

Well, did you call the phone company?

Oh, yeah?

Well, miss, we're very busy here.

There has been a child

murdered in the park.

I don't know when we can get them out of it.

Probably just one of your

boyfriend playing a little joke.

Yeah. Well, I'll report it and try

to get them out as soon as possible.

I'm sorry, miss.

Jess, what's wrong?

A little girl was found murdered

in the park.

What?

The search party that was looking for Clare

found the little girl murdered.

And Clare is still missing.

Clare is alright.

Is she?

Now listen Jess,

I know you're are upset.

But I've got something to tell you.

I'm leaving the conservatory.

- Peter!

- Now, you just hear me out.

Will you hear me out, please?

I live in one room for 8 years

and I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of having to line up behind six people

everytime I want to take a bath. I'd had it.

I am quiting the conservatory and

we are getting married.

Well, say something?

Do you remember when we first met?

You told me about you're wanting to

be a concert pianist.

That was your greatest dream.

And I told you about some of the

things that I wanted to do.

I still want to do things.

You can't ask me to drop everything

I've been working for...

...and give up all my ambitions,

because your plans have changed.

Be realistic!

I can't marry.

Sure you can.

What is the change?

We could be married and you can still

do anything that you wanted to do.

Peter, I don't want to marry you.

Alright! What about the baby?

- I didn't want to bother it with you, sir.

- Oh, you didn't.

No. 6 Belmont Street,

that's where you daughter is?

Yes, it is.

A high school girl has been murdered.

Mr. Harrison's daughter is missing.

And now that the house where she lives

keep getting out obscene phone calls.

Don't you think we have

to look into it?

Well, lieutenant, I guess.

Sure.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Yeah, thanks, gentlemen.

Sergeant Nash.

Could I speak with you

for a minute?

Yeah, sure, Lieutenant.

What's this?

That's the number of

the sorority house.

- "Fellecio"?

- Yeah, the newest change, "Fe".

You don't understand?

Yeah. "Fellecio." One of the girls that was

in here afternoon gave it to me.

- She gave it to you?

- Yes.

Nash, I don't think you could pick your notes

without written instructions.

I know. Something dirty in it.

You're a selfish b*tch.

You're talking about killing a baby,

though you're having your womanhood.

Now can you see why

I didn't want to tell you.

- What the hell are you trying to do to me?

- What are you doing to yourself?

Jess,

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