I Know What You Did Last Summer Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 101 min
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Go back in your seats now, please.
Thank you.
Everybody move back.
Ma'am, stay behind me,
okay?
[Pageant official] All right,
ladies, places please. Places.
There's nobody up here.
I gotta tell you, this is really
not my idea of a funny joke.
He was here.
Who was here?
The fisherman. He killed Barry!
Barry who? Who?
Who we talkin' about?
There's nobody up here.
Come on. Let's go downstairs.
Come on.
There's nobody up here.
Watch your step.
[Emcee] Ladies and gentlemen,
if you'll take your seats.
It was a false alarm.
We're gonna resume in a few minutes.
Ma'am, I'm gonna
take you home.
Your parents are really worried about you.
[Crowd clapping]
You have to believe me.
Why don't you let me
take you home, okay?
[Sniffles]
Uh, excuse me.
We'll be needing this.
Oh, come on.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
[Officer] So, then he
killed him with a fishhook.
[Helen] Yes.
Did this fisherman use the same
hook that cut your hair off?
[Chuckles]
No, he used scissors,
a**hole.
Look, okay, I know I sound
delusional, but it's true.
You know, I've heard
this story before,
except the way I heard it it
wasn't a fisherman, it was
an escaped mental patient...
And he had a hook
for a hand.
Well, we're gonna have to
take the alley.
Look, you little sh*t-stick,
mayberry-ass reject,
there's been a murder, and you're
gonna fry in hell if you ignore it.
All right, I'll tell you
what I'll do, okay?
I'll contact Barry's parents and we'll
put out a search for him, all right?
He was probably just
playin' a prank on you.
Oh, Jesus.
Listen, I'm just gonna be a minute, all right?
I'm gonna see if this fella needs help.
[Woman over police radio, indistinct]
[Softly]
It's-- it's him.
What's the trouble?
That's him! Behind you!
Behind you!
- [Groans]
- No-o-o-o!
[Gurgling]
[Panting]
No! No!
[Screams, panting continues]
[Whimpers]
[Grunting]
[Tapping on keyboard]
"Susie Willis killed.
Trapped in car.
"Driver unharmed.
Survived by her father, Benjamin,
a local fisherman."
[Whimpers]
Elsa. Elsa!
Elsa! Elsa!
Elsa, open the door!
Elsa!
Elsa!
Elsa, open the door, please!
Elsa, Jesus Christ, hurry!
Please!
Please! Elsa!
What are you doing?
Elsa! Please, Elsa!
Open the door!
Jesus Christ, hurry, please!
Elsa, open the door now!
Please, let me in!
Oh, God! Hurry, please, Elsa!
- I'm coming.
- Elsa!
Elsa! Please!
The broad street entrance is open.
I'm being attacked!
[Panting]
You're what?
Lock the other door.
I'll call the police.
What is going on?
Just do what I say,
goddamn it!
[Soft rock, faintly]
[Exhales]
Come on. Come on.
[Screaming]
Elsa?
[Continues faintly]
Elsa?
[Shouting]
Elsa, where are you?
[Stops]
[Electrical switch clicks]
[Screaming]
[Grunts]
No!
[Screaming]
No!
No!
[Grunts]
[Screams]
[Screaming]
[Groans]
[Coughing]
[Panting]
[Fireworks exploding]
[Marching drums]
[Fireworks continue exploding]
[Gasps]
[Screams, grunts]
No!
No!
[Grunts, screams]
[Screams stop]
[Trumpet playing "charge"]
Ray.
Ray! Ray!
Ray!
Julie, what are you doing here?
We didn't kill David egan.
It was someone else
on the road that night.
What are you talking about?
- But they found David's body
in the water.Susie's father,
- yeah, I know.'S a fishermabena
- but I think Ben Willis killed David egan.
- Wait a second.
You think Willis killed David,
then we killed him?
What if he didn't die, ray?
What if he's still alive?
- This is crazy.
- [Panting]
Come aboard. Come inside.
No, we've gotta find Helen and Barry.
We will. We will.
[Gasps]
You.
Oh, my God. It's you.
What are you talkin' about?
Billy blue.
You went to missy's.
You're-- you're the friend.
You're the fisherman.
Wha-- I-I-I can explain.
Julie, wait!
Julie!
Oh, sh*t!
Julie!
Stop it!
- [Groans]
- [Screams]
[Panting] Oh. Oh, please help me.
Please.
- Easy, child.
- Please, I need to call the police.
- [Coughs]
- On the boat. Inside. Hurry!
- [Jiggling doorknob]
- Are you in some kind of trouble, child?
Yes. Yeah.
I'm in a lot of trouble.
[Chimes]
That's a shame...
Being it's fourth of July
and all.
Kids like you should
be out having fun:
Drinking, partying,
running people over,
getting away with murder;
Things like that.
You.
Ben Willis.
Good.
I see you've been doing
your homework too.
Sh*t.
[Clattering]
[Gasps]
[Motor starts]
[Screaming]
[Grunts, screams]
Welcome aboard, ray.
[Panting]
[Grunting]
[Groans]
Julie!
Ray!
- [Loud groan]
- [Screaming]
[Gasps]
[Grunting]
[Heavy footsteps approaching]
[Pounding on door]
No-o-o-o!
[Screams]
[Pounding continues]
[Willis]
Open the door, Julie.
You got no place to hide.
[Pounding continues]
[Grunting]
[Hatch opening]
[Screaming]
[Whimpers]
No. No.
[Screaming]
[Screaming]
[Screams]
Come on, Julie!
Ray!
- [Screaming]
- [Groans]
E.
Please, it was an accident.
I know all about accidents.
And let me give you some advice:
When you leave a man for dead,
make sure he's really dead!
[Screaming]
[Screaming]
[Woman over police radio, indistinct]
[Man muttering]
We never killed anyone.
This whole year was for--
I know.
The guilt
was killin' me.
And I had to know
who he was.
That's why I went
to see missy.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you,
but... I wanted you back.
I couldn't lose you again.
I love you, Julie.
No one gets me
the way you do.
I understand
your pain.
Do you have any idea why
this man would want you dead?
None.
No.
[Officer]
Here it comes!
[Sheriff]
Well, don't worry.
The body'll turn up.
They usually do.
[Rock]
Yeah, well,
I made the Dean's list.
Thank you very much.
[Giggles]
No, I know. I miss you too.
But I'm gonna see you
in a couple of weeks.
God, I cannot wait.
I love New York.
No, of course
I love you more.
Yes, I do. I love you
and you know that.
But you know what?
I've gotta take a shower.
I'm running really late.
[Girl] Hey, Julie,
you got some mail.
Oh, thanks, Deb.
A towel.
Ray, don't you start with me.
Look, you, mister,
can ravage me in two weeks.
Yes, I love you too.
'Kay, yes, I love you.
[Laughs]
[Screams]
[scatting lyrics]
[Scatting lyrics]
Well, I got a certain little girl
she's on my mind
no doubt about it
she looks so fine
she's the best girl
that I ever had
except that's the girl
that made me feel so sad
Ade me feel so sad
[scatting lyrics]
Whoa
[Scatting lyrics]
Hey, now hush, hush thought I
heard her calling my name now
now hush, hush she broke my heart
but I love her just the same now
now hush, hush I thought I
heard her call my name now
now hush, hush you broke my
heart but I'm not to blame now
early in the morning
or late in the evening
ah, gotta believe me, honey
hush, hush thought I heard
her calling my name now
now hush, hush she broke my heart
but I love her just the same now
now hush, hush I thought I
heard you call my name now
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