Hallows' Eve

What, Eve? What are you gonna do?

Gonna go run and tell M-M-Matthew?

You know she will, little tattletale.

- No, I w-w-won't.

- Stutterer.

Tattletale.

- Stutterer, stutterer.

- Please, stop it, please.

She's pathetic.

Last time she tattled,

I got grounded for a week.

Cool it, Donna, you too, Sandy.

Matthew's gonna go crazy.

No one is gonna believe

you over all of us.

Stop, Donna, that's enough,

she's scared.

- What... you in love with her, Tommy?

- What?

- Whose side are you on, Tommy?

- You're such a b*tch.

I'd rather be a b*tch

than a s-s-stutterer.

- Let's get her.

- Come on, let's get her, go.

M-M-Matthew, p-p-please! Help me!

I can't see anything in here.

Oh, sh*t.

Matthew, please, help me!

Eve, I'm over here!

Follow my voice!

Where's that little b*tch?

Is that you, M-M-Matthew?

I hear you, Matthew.

I see her, I see her, let's get her!

Matthew! M-M-Matthew! M-M-Matthew!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Eve!

Eve!

Eve, please. Please wake up,

please wake up.

Go get help... Please,

go get help, hurry!

Oh, my God.

Eve, please, please talk to me.

Eve, oh my God, what did we do?

Hey Gene, make sure you get all

four of those wagons ready tonight.

We're gonna need all of them, not just

the ones you finished up, all right?

Sure thing, boss.

Really, is that what

your mother taught you?

Stealing, first sign of

being a serial killer.

Wanna kill women,

that what you wanna do?

Hey, Tommy, really, with the cuffs?

You know how people talk around here.

But these punks, they fight

every inch of the way... relax.

- What did he do this time?

- Pocketed a bunch of candies.

- I was gonna repay Mr. Bates.

- Shut up.

Here, take my gloves,

help Eugene out, do something.

I have my own gloves because I'm a

professional, and obviously the only person

that cares about this place and

wipe that smirk off of your face.

I hope you end up in JV hall. Great.

- Thanks, Sarah.

- Thank you.

- Let him go, Tommy.

- What?

It's my place, I'm not gonna

push the issue, let him go.

Hey... you got three hours,

you hear me?

You pay me back or

I'll put you to work.

Thank you, Mr. Bates.

- Little sh*t.

- Hey, let it be.

Keep letting it be and these kids,

they're gonna run all over you.

Did you try on the other side?

No, these are bags over here.

This is just like... they're all T-shirts.

- I know, did you check underneath there?

- I... I don't know, there's props, bags...

You scared the sh*t out of me, Gene.

Sorry, boss, I was cleaning the office.

Getting the booth ready for the tickets.

We're actually looking for a box

with the staff hoodies in it.

You haven't seen it, have you?

- Oh.

- Thank you, Rick.

No problem, boss.

- Oh.

- What, they look great.

You can't see that? I mean, honestly,

it's funny to you, isn't it?

It's not funny.

Who misspells "staff"?

Yeah, you know, give me a couple.

I'll take 'em to my brother and his friends.

That's a good idea.

- What a waste.

- All right, bye, boys.

Bye.

All right, look, Gene, I'm done.

Why don't you and Sarah finish up here.

I'm gonna go... I'm gonna go have

lunch, make a few phone calls, all right?

Yeah, just waiting for

that party tonight?

That's right, it's gonna

be a big-ass bonfire, man.

We're gonna get beer,

we're gonna get drunk off our asses.

Yeah!

Sh*t.

Yo, holla at your boy, b*tch.

What?

All right, dick stick, we'll be there

in a bit, all right, calm down.

Douchebag! This son of a

f***ing b*tch right here.

He's just talking like, I don't know,

f***ing creep-ass motherf***er.

Sounds like he's choking on...

Anyway, we gotta pick up

the tickets by the farm

before it gets too busy or some sh*t.

Don't you f***ing move,

I swear to God.

What do I look like,

a hamster in a pet shop?

That's not very good

customer service.

Yeah, I reserve that kind of kindness

for actual paying customers,

not douchebags that

come for freebies.

I'm just having a thought here.

I'm thinking...

What if... what if she cut off her hair,

right, and took off those glasses.

Fixed up your face a little bit. You know,

you might actually be a hot piece of ass.

But I'm thinking, you might

have to go the whole way

and cut off your whole f***ing head!

Oh, funny! You know what's even funnier?

I mean, even your boyfriends know,

the only vagina you've ever been

in is the one you came out of.

About nine months after about

a dozen other guys did.

It's so strange.

Everyone f***ed your mom!

F*** you, all right. Keep it up,

keep it up, that's funny.

- That's... f***ing...

- Is there a problem here?

Yeah, this co-worker of yours is

being a real b*tch about my ticket.

Really with this?

You look good down there...

like mother, like son.

Respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

But... whatever,

Donna Summers, all right?

A**holes!

It's Aretha Franklin,

you piece of sh*t.

Otis Redding.

It was originally an Otis

Redding song, "Respect".

The party's about to begin, boys.

- Show in five.

- Yes!

Eve.

What, what? What's going on?

They're laughing at...

Who's laughing at you,

who's laughing at you?

Sit down, okay, okay.

Making fun of me...

Who is making fun of you?

- They were looking through the window.

- I can't understand what you're saying.

They were by the window and

they were laughing at me.

- Out the window, who was out the window?

- I don't know.

And they saw your face, okay, okay.

Okay, that's okay.

Hey, what happened?

She said some guys were

outside the window.

They were making fun of her

when they saw her face.

Honey, you okay?

No.

- Which window, what... - Over there,

said there were guys out there.

What happened?

We're gonna find them, okay?

Look, I don't... honestly,

I don't see anything.

Hey, Gene, why don't

you go take a look?

Go around the left,

I'll go around the other way.

- We'll take a look.

- Okay.

Hey, be careful, okay?

- Find anything?

- No.

Shine the light here.

What are you guys doing?

I need help down there.

Somebody was looking at

Eve through the window.

- What?

- While she was getting dressed.

- Sh*t, who was it?

- Little bastards.

- What's going on?

- Do me a favor.

Go hold the store down

until we can get there.

- Yeah.

- Nicole might be out in a little bit.

- Matt, what's going on?

- Thanks, Gene.

Somebody was watching Eve through the

window while she was trying to get dressed.

- Eve?

- Yeah. Nicole's in there.

Listen, I'm gonna call

Dr. Young, okay, all right?

He's got the castings for your face.

We're gonna make a prosthetic

in a couple of days, all right?

But I look so ugly.

- And they saw me and...

- It's okay.

- And they saw... I'm ugly.

- It's all right, no, you don't.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

This better be f***ing good.

Yeah, who's this?

Oh yeah, of course, I'll be there.

I'm sorry for the attitude.

You sounded like some creepy

f*** I dated. Thanks.

Come in, door's open.

- Want some?

- Have I ever said yes?

- Then why do you continue to ask?

- Sorry.

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