Ginger Snaps Page #4

Then why are they suddenly

so interested in what you have to say?

Stay in your own little world, Henry.

This one just confuses you.

Sh*t. Look at all the worms.

Remember when I used to

make you eat them just to get in here?

Shallow grave?

... oh well, seems appropriate.

You dig for a while.

Look...

No one ever thinks chicks do sh*t like this.

Trust me, a girl can only be a slut...

...a b*tch, a tease, or the virgin next door.

We'll just coast on how the world works.

Think she's pretty?

If I wasn't here, would you eat her?

No.

- God, that'd be like, f***ing her.

- You can't go out anymore.

Well I can't stay in, I'll go mental.

We'll make Pam think you're at school.

We'll make school think you're home sick.

Just sure there is no doubt about us in this.

Then we blow, as far away from here as possible.

Your attention. Please.

Starting immediatelly certain students

wil be paged to the office...

...to assist the police regarding

Trina Sinclair's dissapear.

She is dead, men.

When your name is called,

please come to the office.

Is Ginger avoiding me?

...cuz I'am feel pretty good right now.

I just got a few questions for her, like uh...

I'm growing a goddamn tail outta my ass...

...and I thought she might have a few tips

on how to deal with keeping that quiet!

- Hurting me won't help.

- See? I'm up to some whack sh*t right now.

I'm way out on the corner of 'F***ed-Up and Evil'.

You wanna know what I did for fun last night, huh?

I killed my own freakin' dog, OK?

What am I suppose to do about that?

- You gonna be in deep sh*t.

- I'm right in your deep sh*t...

...and I think you know why.

What's going on here?

Thanks.

Ginger, how was school today?

- I don't know, I didn't go.

We had a field trip.

- Really?

I didn't sign any form for a field trip.

Daddy, will you teach me how to drive tonight?

- Next year. Maybe.

So where did you go?

What if next year never comes?

- Ginger.

Mr. Wayne called today.

He wanted to know if you where feeling any better.

When you might be

coming back to school.

The police wanna talk to you

something about a fight with a missing girl.

Daddy, might I be excused?

- No, you may not.

Ginge wait.

- For what Bee?

Oh. No, no.

I want to know what's going on. Right now.

What are these?

- Monkshood. Brigitte...

Where did you get them?

- From a craft store. Now, I want an answer.

Trina Sinclair tried to beat me up,

'cause Jason McCardy liked us better...

...so Ginger beat her up. That's all.

- That's all?

Beating up other girls? Cutting classes?

I'm very disappointed, Brigitte.

- Sorry.

You just do whatever she wants you to.

You always have.

I really wish you'd start thinking more for yourself.

Do you think I should talk to her?

Check in?

She thinks it's cool you let us

figure stuff out for ourselves.

Oh?

Really?

I wondered if that approach was working.

Look what Pamela had.

What are you doing? Stop!

- I'll just take it off.

No!

I killed their pets Bee, and nothing helps

except tearing live things to pieces.

I can't be like this.

This is monkshood. First thing tomorrow

we find out how we use it and we take off.

You give up now you leave me here

alone, I would never do that to you!

I'm sorry. I'm just scared.

BCX radio wishing you a Happy Halloween...

Bee, what the f*** are you doing?

Hey... Bee, let me out!

I have to deal with the cure. This way,

you can't hurt yourself or anybody else.

F*** you. You f***ing sissy little girl.

You're going let me out?

Just shut up and wait for me.

F***ing little b*tch! F*** you!

Bee let me out. Come on.

Bee?

Bee!

Let me out!

Holly sh*t, that's monkshood.

How the f*** did you get that?

I don't know if you smoke it or eat it

or what but I need to try it now.

Well, you got me but...

...to be sure, I'd have to say direct road. Inject it.

But see, that's a bad idea Brigitte, because

neither of us know what this stuff does.

It can't be worst than being road killed.

The dosage should be a guess. I mean...

It have to be, there is no way to match for

metabolism, bodyweight, there could be side effects.

- You cannot try this alone.

- My sister will be there.

Understand you may kill her trying to save her.

What?

It's for Ginger, isn't it?

Look, worst-case scenario,

you put her out of her misery.

Just as long as you're prepared

for that, and I mean sure.

Try to come to that.

Hey, have you seen Jason?

Umm... you got a little...

You 're going to

the greenhouse bash tonight?

- Um, yeah.

-Good.

I'm in charge of the prizes.

You too, could be a winner.

Ginger. My office. Now.

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Let me go.

Let him go, McCardy.

Oh yeah, a chick. Excellent.

Come to papa baby.

Come and get some candy.

I have to go.

I have a class.

Attention please...

...Brigitte Fitzgerald please report to guidance...

...Brigitte Fitzerald to guidance.

He wanted to call f***ing Pamela,

Bee and tell her we needed help.

So, I stop him. You see how that works?

How I would not betray you?

I didn't betray you.

You locked me up.

You need to get this fixed.

Why? So I can go to the jail,

for the rest of my life?

We wait till everyone leaves.

...then we'll clean this up, somehow.

I think you've f***ed up enough.

Oh my god!

Henry?

- Oh god...

What is it?

Henry, for pete's sake,

it's only girl's death project.

They're fake, you big baby.

I'm gonna find something to clean this up.

Stay here and lock the door.

Oh my god!

Hello, Birgitte.

Stop it!

- Can I touch your boobies?

I like little girls.

Leave him alone!

Ginger. Stop! Stop!

Ginger, f***ing stop!

Please stop!

Ginger stop! He hasn't done anyting!

I don't like how he looks at you.

Oh my god!

He found me. Brigitte...

...the mess I had to.

- Go to hell.

He's not dead, and you infected him.

Let me call help for him.

Oh f***!

F***!

You like it.

It feels so... good, Brigitte.

Its like touching yourself.

You know every move...

right on the f***ing dot.

And after...

... you see f***ing fireworks, supernovas.

I'm a goddamn force of nature.

I feel like I could do

just about anything.

You know we're almost not

even related anymore.

You're f***ed!

You love it. Should come for the ride.

A little scratch. Swap some juice.

We'll be our own pack, like before.

It's so 'us' Bee.

I'd rather be dead than be what you are.

We have a pact!

Out by sixteen or dead on the

scene, but together for f***ing ever!

I said I would die for you!

No. You said you'd die with me.

Cause you had nothing better to do.

F*** you too.

You think I wanna go back to being nobody?

You're f***ed!

Go the hell out of my way, Brigitte.

And I tell Sam you said 'Hi.'

Stop! Stop!

Where is your sister?

In county greenhouse.

Get in the van.

All right, Fitz. Wicked, costume baby.

Where is Sam?

Sh*t!

Hey.

Hey Ginger, where is Brigitte?

- She couldn't make it.

Yeah why is that?

- Cramps.

She says 'Hi.'

You wanna buy or something?

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