Carrie Page #3

Come here, you big silly.

I want you to look at yourself.

Would you look at that?

Come on.

Now that's a pretty girl.

Look at your eyes!

Little mascara to bring it out? Little?

Your lips. Try some lipstick.

You have nice, pretty lips.

And your cheekbones.

Look at your hair. It's beautiful hair. You

could just put it up a little, add a little curl.

What do you think?

Yeah!

Well?

Well, what do you wanna know?

Why Tommy asked her to the prom.

Well?

I asked him to.

Why?

What for?

What could you possibly

have had in mind?

I thought it would be a good thing for

Carrie, to join in and be with people...

- Make her a part of things?

- Right.

Come on, Sue.

We're not that stupid.

- Neither is Carrie.

- That means... I don't know.

You mean you're not gonna go.

Stay home and miss your own prom?

Come in.

- What is it?

- The attendance sheets, Miss Collins.

You know you can't go without a date.

Is there anything else, Norma?

- No, Miss Collins.

- Thank you, Norma.

Which brings us to you.

- I have to get to practice.

- Well, that's too bad.

- If you don't mind, it's between Sue and l.

- But I do mind... unless, of course,

you'd like to continue this little

discussion in Mr Morton's office.

What is the big deal?!

Because it is a very big deal

for Carrie White, and you know it.

She already said no, anyway.

- Yeah, well, you can change that.

- Don't count your chickens.

- Just don't try...

- Fine. I won't try.

Wait a second! It's not fine!

You can't order someone

not to take someone to the prom!

I can make sure you don't hurt

Carrie White any more.

We're not trying to hurt her, Miss Collins.

We're trying to help her!

How?!

Hey, Tommy, um... Don't you think

you'll look a little ridiculous

when you walk in the prom

with Carrie White?

We don't care how we look.

Do we?

What?

I...

- Hi, Carrie.

- Hi.

So this is where you live, huh?

- What are you doing here?

- You gonna ask me in?

Why not?

Mama's resting.

- What do you want?

- God, right to the point. Um...

- About the prom...

- I already told you.

- But you can change your mind.

- Why are you doing this?

- Cos I want to.

- No, you're not.

I don't do anything I don't want.

- I can't.

- Yes, you can!

Carrie!

- You'd better go.

- Not till you say yes.

- No. I can't.

- Yes, you can.

I said I can't.

Carrie!

Yes, you can.

- Will you please go?

- Not till you say yes.

Why is this so important to you?

I don't know.

Maybe because, um... you liked my poem.

Carrie!

- Okay, okay, I'll go.

- Good. I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock.

Okay.

What's the matter, Willie?

We gonna wake up the little piggies?

Oink, oink!

You know, this is a hell of a risk for a joke.

- You want out?

- No, no. It's a good joke. It's a good joke.

Look at this!

- What?

- All these pigs!

What are you talking about?

These painted pigs!

Lauren Hanky's nitwit cousin

painted them.

Shh!

I went out with the girl that posed for 'em.

She was a real pig!

- Will you shut up?!

- Will you let me up there?

You're gonna kill that pig, right?

Piggy!

Here, piggy!

I'm gonna bash your little heads in,

and you don't have to worry

about the bomb no more.

Come here, little piggy!

Come here, you little sucker!

- Will you shut up and do it!

- We gotta give it a chance to burn!

- Oh, yeah?

- Come here, piggy!

You can't do it standin' out here.

Get 'er done, man, get 'er done.

- I can't. I can't. You.

- Oh, I knew this would happen!

- Just... hold it there, you pig. You f***-up!

- Do it, Billy!

- And you shut up!

- Just do it!

All right, move it out, move it out!

That's it! Come on! Move it out!

Yeah, that's my baby! Yeah!

Do it!

Do it!

Do it!

Carrie, you haven't touched

your apple cake.

Gives me pimples, Mama.

Pimples are the Lord's way

of chastising you.

- Mama?

- Yeah?

Mama, please see that I've gotta

try and get along with people.

What are you going on about, Carrie?

I've been invited to the prom.

The prom?

Yeah, the senior prom. Everybody's goin'.

It's that teacher that called... wasn't it?

Please say I'm not like you, Mama.

I'm funny. All the kids think I'm funny.

I wanna be normal.

I wanna try and be a whole person

before it's too late for...

His name is Tommy Ross.

- He's a very nice boy.

- No.

- He promised to stop in and meet you.

- I said no.

- Mama, I've accepted. I've accepted.

- I said no. No, no, no!

I've accepted!

- Come to your closet.

- No.

- After all you've been taught...

- Everyone isn't bad!

Everything isn't a sin!

Come to your closet and pray.

Ask to be forgiven.

He's a nice boy, Mama. You'll like him.

You'll really like him, Mama.

"Boy."

The boys! The boys! Yes, the boys...

After the blood come the boys....

- Mama...

- Like sniffing dogs,

grinning and slobbering and trying

to find out where that smell comes from.

I know where they take them

cos I've seen it all!

- Well, you're not going.

- Already said I would.

Tell that boy you're not going,

or we're gonna move from here!

No.

We'll move and never see that boy again!

- Mama, please say that Tommy and me...

- I'm gonna close the window.

Mama, please sit and talk to me!

I'm goin', Mama.

And things are gonna change

around here.

Witch.

Got Satan's power.

It's nothin' to do with Satan, Mama.

It's me. Me.

If I concentrate hard enough,

I can move things.

- Satan is clever.

- No, Mama.

I'm not the only one.

Other people can do it. I read about it.

You poor child. He doesn't let you know

he's working through you.

Mama... I know.

He entered your father

and carried him off!

- He ran away, Mama.

- The devil tempted him!

He ran away with a woman, Mama.

Everybody knows that.

You must renounce this power.

You must give it up. Never use it.

I'm goin', Mama.

You can't stop me.

And I don't wanna talk about it any more.

- Keep that damn light straight.

- Hurry up!

Watch it, you stupid sh*t!

You're getting blood all over the place!

Who you calling a stupid sh*t?

I mean, you can't even keep

that f***in' light straight.

Just hurry up.

Yes, ma'am! We's doin' the bes' we can!

We really are, boss!

Hurry up. I wanna go home.

Just... ..keep your tits, huh?

And I'll let you pull the rope

when the time comes.

I plan to.

I know.

Ernest, tonight's prom night.

Everything all right?

- I didn't know you were interested.

- I'm a student here, amn't I?

- I don't know. Are you?

- Sure I am.

I wanna be on the committee.

You're a little late.

I could've used you a week ago.

I'm not late. I'm right on time.

I wanna collect the ballots

for the king and queen and the voting.

- Think we could arrange that?

- Okay. Can you be here at 6.30?

No. No, I can't be here at 6.30.

I'll be here at 8. How's 8?

- Yeah, that'll do.

- See you then.

- Take it easy.

- I'll take it any way I can get it, pal.

Hey, Helen.

Helen!

Helen!

- What?

- Did you hear about Tommy Ross?

- What?

- Did you hear about Tommy Ross?

- What?

- He's taking Carrie White to the prom.

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