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like this Shouldn't have to be

like this Shouldn't have to be

like this Shouldn't have to be

like this [DOORBELL RINGING] [RINGING CONTINUES] [THUNDER RUMBLING] Jeez! [EXHALES] [THUNDER RUMBLING] Hey.

Hi, Michael. I'm sorry,

were you sleeping? Well, actually, maybe

I may have dozed off. Can I come in? Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. KIMBERLY: Yeah, they're

all over the neighborhood. I, uh, went to all your

teachers, and I got your

homework for the week. Oh, thanks. My parents said

you stopped by? Yeah, I did. I just wanted to find out

about some homework. We don't have

any classes together,

Michael. Oh, we don't, do we? Oh, here's your mail. Oh, thanks. And I brought The Montie.

I have a lot of pictures

in it this week. Oh. That's, uh... That's really nice. Uh... [THUNDER RUMBLES] Damn! Wait a minute.

Sorry, I got it, I got it.

Thanks a lot. [PANTING] Is everything okay? You should

probably get going. Oh, okay... I'll, um...

Let myself out. Thanks for stoppin' by. Call me if you need anything. Yeah, I will. Jeez! [RINGING] IGOR: Telephone, Master. [RINGING CONTINUES] Talk to me. You have a call, Master. [ZAPPING] I'm back. Well, pal, so glad

to see you again. -Where should we begin?

Where's the second disk?

-I can't play it. You have to play the game. No! -What will you say

to them, then?

-What do you mean? Why did you leave school

the day of the murder,

Mr. Brower? Where were you

the night of the murder?

Were you alone, Mr. Brower? Where's your father,

Mr. Brower? Where's

your mother, Mr. Brower? Shut up! Oh, I don't believe

they'll find that answer

satisfactory. -They haven't found me yet!

-The witness has yet to

speak. -There's still time

to play the second disk.

-Look! I don't have the

second disk! Don't lie to me, Michael.

You received it today. -Can't play it!

-You mean you don't

want to play it. No! I trashed it.

Does that compute? -Pure fantasy.

You did nothing of the sort.

-[WHIRRING] Play it. The witness has to die. I'll play it

for the police. That could be

very dangerous. I'll tell them what happened.

I've got nothing to lose. Very well, play it for the police. I wish you luck. Shut up, all right!

Just shut up a minute! The real question is

are you a winner or a loser? [ZAPPING] My name's Michael Brower.

I'm 16, and I'm scared

to death. I'm not sure

what this tape's gonna prove, but if I'm the killer,

consider this my confession. Uh, Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. IGOR: Yes, Master. [DIALING] Well, here goes nothing. [ZAPPING] [BREATHING HEAVILY] [PANTING] Oh, jeez! Oh, God, I played. I played.

What happened? My name's Michael Brower.

I'm 16, and I'm scared

to death. I'm not sure what this tape's

gonna prove, but if I'm the killer,

consider this my confession. Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. [DIALING]

IGOR:
Yes, Master. MICHAEL:

Well, here goes nothing. [ZAPPING] What? What? Wait a minute!

I sat there! I swear to God

I didn't leave. [BUZZING] [BUZZING INCREASES] Kyle! No!

Not this. Dial Kyle! Yes, Master. [DIALING, RINGING] Please answer!

Kyle, please,

Kyle, answer! [RINGING] [RINGING CONTINUES] MICHAEL:

Oh, man, Kyle, talk to me. Kyle, please! POLICEMAN:

Who is this? Answer me. [HANGS UP]

Later. [PANTING] [DOORBELL RINGING] Hi. I heard. Michael. I really didn't know him, but, um, Kyle came to my house

last night. He brought me this. He started a petition

to restart the Horror Club. He said you guys had had

a fight, and he wanted me

to bring it to you personally. I really didn't know him.

My dad didn't wanna let him

in the house. Yeah. That's Kyle. You know...

I already miss him. -God, I miss him.

-REPORTER:
Mountview was

horrified today by the news of yet another

hideous crime committed

in their small community. High school student,

Kyle Hillard,

is the second murder victim in as little as three days. Shortly after Hillard's body

was identified, chief homicide investigator

Lieutenant Hayden arrived

at Mountview High to question those known

to have been

closest to the victim. Already, residents

are fearing the possibility

of a serial killer. ON-SCENE REPORTER:

Any foul play suspected? Hello, Michael. You son of a gun,

you killed Kyle! No, you killed the witness.

[TURNS OFF TV] Kyle wasn't a witness!

He didn't even see anything. Not a witness

in the strictest sense, but he knew things

about you. Kyle was

my only friend! And you ticked him off!

Nice going, Michael. Got anything to eat? Please. Don't look in there. Don't be afraid, Michael. Nothing in there

but frozen meat. Loose ends like Kyle

can't be left to dangle. -Hayden would have tied it

around your neck like a noose.

-Why are you doing this? You chose me, Michael.

I didn't choose you. You left a clue behind...

In the second disk. No more games. I know. Kyle's death still hurts,

but do you really feel guilty

for what you've done? The part of you which did

these things,

It's deep inside, and it's in everyone. Be honest. If you don't feel the guilt,

why accept the punishment? [DOORBELL RINGS] Don't answer that. Trust me, Michael.

If you want this to end,

don't answer the door. [RINGING CONTINUES] Get off my back. [TURNS ON TV] LARRY: A tarantula! [SCREAMS] CURLEY:

Woo-woo-woo-woo! Hello. I'm Lieutenant Hayden.

This is my partner,

Sergeant Martin. We've met before.

Twice, I believe. Yeah, yeah, I know.

Um, can I help you? Yes, you can help me.

Michael? Michael Brower? Yeah. May we come in? Yeah, I guess so. Um, yeah, come this way. You haven't been

in school lately. No, I haven't.

I've been sick. Sorry to hear that.

I really am. We heard a lot

about you today

from your classmates. Really? Well,

I hope good stuff. Well, no.

To be perfectly frank,

Michael, you were described as, uh... What was the word they used,

Sergeant? -Frightening.

-HAYDEN:
Frightening

and strange and weird. Freak came up

a couple a times. Sergeant Martin has something

I'd like you to see. MARTIN:

Good friend of yours? Yeah. Yeah, he was

my best friend. You don't have many friends,

do you, Michael? Listen,

is there anything

you guys want? We want to find the killer. I want to catch him. How do you spend

your free time, Michael? Just hanging around

and staying out of trouble. Your voice sounds

very familiar to me. -Are you sure you didn't call

Kyle's house after the murder?

-No, no, that wasn't me. Of course it wasn't. But, Michael, if you are anything

but the class misfit, which I know must give you

a lot of pain, I'm gonna find out

about it, you understand? Take it easy. He's a very sad boy. Maybe, but somethin's there. Yeah, ashes. And he made the phone call.

Check with

the phone company. All right.

What's with the ashes? There were fresh ashes

in the fireplace.

It's summer. He was burning something. -I think we just got

very lucky.

-Maybe. -What the hell you doin'?

-I'm sick of you doin'

20 m.p.h. in this town. Gimme the keys. [CHEWING, MUNCHING] [HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING] Dig, dig, dig for yourself Dig, dig, dig for your soul Dig, dig, dig... Slob. Hi, Mike. Fixed myself a little snack.

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