Santa's Slay Page #3

Synopsis: Bill Goldberg plays the devil's son who lost a wager with an angel and was forced to spend 1000 years playing Santa, but now the wager of that time has run out, and good old Santa isn't so joyful anymore. He makes up for lost time and starts to kill people.
Director(s): David Steiman
Production: Media 8 Entertainment
 
IMDB:
5.4
R
Year:
2005
78 min
Website
536 Views


Merry Christmas.

"The townspeople | would have a Mass of Christ,

or a Christ Mass,

where they would pray | to their Lord..."

God, Grandpa.

Lord save us...

"Hearing their call,

God sent down one of his | angel generals from the heavens.

The angel took the form | of an old man.

He encountered the young, ill-tempered | Santa not far from his home.

Santa was ice fishing | with the ornery little people,

the elves, on a frozen lake.

Help, please Santa, help. | Help, I don't wanna...

Knowing the son of Satan | was a gambling sort,

the angel challenged him | to a contest.

The contest was a simple one:

Who could slide a rock | across the lake

and land it closest | to the ice fishing hole

without the rock falling in.

If Santa won the contest, he would | deliver the confident old man

to his father for an eternity | of pain and suffering.

If the old man | won the contest,

Santa would not only | have to cease

the Day of Slayings | for the next 1,000 years,

but would also have to turn | the Dag of Mord, Day of Slayings,

into a Dag of Glee, | Day of Joy.

Santa thought this was as close | to a sure wager as could be.

There was no way a mere mortal | was gonna be able

to defeat him at anything.

Santa was so sure of himself | that he went first.

Woo hoo! | Yay, Santa. Go!

His rock landed as close | as it could possibly be

to the hole | without going in it.

Next was the old mars turn.

- The old mars rock... | - No, no, no!

Skidded slowly along.

Oh no!

And it came to rest | touching Santa's rock

with just enough momentum to push | Santa's stone over into the hole.

The old man had won."

Sh*t. That was exactly | 1,000 years ago.

The bet's over.

Hooyaa!

Ho, ho, ho.

He's nuts.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah, | hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah

Hallelujah.

Angels, I think Santa | has left you some surprises.

I can't wait to see | the sh*t we got.

Can we open our motherfucking | presents now?

- Of course. | - Go ahead, kids.

Let's see what Santa got you.

F***.

And finally, | a moment of silence

for the victims of that tragic fire | that took place last night

at the community eye sore, | Gold Diggers.

The house of heathens.

While these people | are undeniably moral sinners,

they are nonetheless members | of this community...

and therefore deserve | our condolences.

So pray with me, | if you will, for the salvation

of Crystal Candy...

Sierra Rains...

Dixie Wrecked,

Tess Tickler...

We're closed.

Sorry, Santa. | We're closed.

It's Christmas. You should know that | better than anybody.

What's the matter with you?

You wanna eat? | Thai Chung across the street.

A very nice brunch buffet.

Schmuck.

You've come | to the wrong deli, fatso.

Here's some stocking stuffers,

you just wrecked the store.

Piece of sh*t!

Oy.

Hi, Nicholas.

Hey.

What's up?

Do you have any gum?

We're all out. The driver that was | supposed to make the delivery

got his butt fried on a stripper pole | over at Gold Diggers.

Heard it on the police scanner.

Yikes, that's below average.

This is all we got left.

Hmm, I've never heard | of Smokir Gum.

What the hell, | sounds hot.

Cool. It's $2.39.

Out of a five?

You know, | for such a small town,

I've never seen you before.

Just moved here, homeboy.

Too much damn violence | in the 'hood.

Car two, when you have a chance, | can you go to 313 Main?

There's been a report | of some vandalism.

- Oh, you betcha. | - That's Heaven Scent.

Hey.

Merry Christmas.

Nicholas.

There is a Santa Claus.

I thought you people | didn't even believe in him.

You...

No, no.

No.

All right, hold it right there.

- All right, what are your names? | - Rabinowitz.

Rabinowitz? Rabin...

- All right, what about you? | - Shlomo Lipschitz.

Shlomo? | Like the replay or what?

What in the hell | do we have here?

Oh.

Looks like someone punched out | Mr. Greers festival of lights.

Hey, Shlomo there says | he saw someone in a Santa suit

- outside the store. | - A Santa suit?

- Is that what he said? Are you sure? | - Okay.

Something just isn't kosher here.

We're taking you down | to the station for a little questioning.

Potts, grab that Amish group | outside, too.

Come on, kid.

All right, watch your head there, | Yitzkak.

- Hello, is Mary there? | - Yeah, hold on.

- Hello? | - Mac.

- Hey, did you hear about Heaven Scent? | - I know, I was there.

- What? Where are you now? | - I'm at the police station.

I've gotta talk to you. | Can you come pick me up?

- Yeah, I'll be right there. | - Okay, thanks.

Yuleson. Nicholas Yuleson?

Captain Caulk will see you now.

Don you now your gay apparel.

We got an eye-witness account | that a man dressed as Santa Claus

was seen leaving the store about | the same time you said you arrived.

Captain, this might be something | that predates all of us.

Santa Claus is not a myth | or a legend.

He's real, only he's not | bearing gifts and presents anymore.

Son, are you saying Santa

is offing everyone | who's naughty and nice?

That's exactly what I'm saying, | Captain. Look...

- Here. | - Gee, Nicholas, that's a swell clock,

but why should I give a damn | what time is is in "Green-witch?"

I figure that we have until about 7 p.m. | That'd be midnight at the Pole.

The North Pole's time zone is the same | as the Greenwich Mean Time.

7:
00 is when all the madness | should end.

Christmas would be | officially over for Santa.

Maybe.

Well, thanks | for the lesson there, sport,

but I already know | how to tell time.

Now, I don't wanna hear | any more about Santa.

Captain, my grandfather thinks...

Oh, the grandfather! | That's all I needed to hear.

- Please, just listen! | - You're as big a nut as he is.

Thank you for completely | wasting my f***ing time!

I know it sounds crazy, | but you have to believe me.

Leave now, | and I won't have you committed

- to the farm at Northville. | - Just wait, all right?

Fine! | You've been warned.

Looks like the killings form...

form the shape | of a Christmas tree.

Maybe his next killing

will be right here.

You know, | like the star on the tree.

Yeah, the Christmas tree killer.

I don't know. | No, no, looks like more

like an irregular polygon, | you know.

It's a geometrical | enclosed shape.

You see, it's a closed figure

made up of adjoining | line segments.

Mac, there's some | crazy sh*t going on,

and Mr. Greers death | is just the beginning.

- What do you mean? | - We have to get to my house

and find my grandpa.

Come in!

This better be good.

- Ho ho ho! | - Oh no!

Don we now our gay apparel

Na-na-na na-na-na | na-na-na

Troll the ancient | Yuletide carol

Na na na-na-na-na

Because of everything that's happening | and the Book of Claus, I no longer think

that my grandpa's crazy. He might be | the only sane person in this town.

According to this, | everything should be over

in a little more than... | four hours.

What is it with you and Caulk?

How ridiculous! He sucks.

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