Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2
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- 1987
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You can leave now.
Now!
My name is Dr. Bloom.
You can call me Henry.
Or, if you would feel more
comfortable, you can just call me Doc.
F*** off, Doc.
I'm not one for games, Ricky.
I'm a professional.
My time is very valuable.
Oh, and mine isn't?
Your time is running out, son.
I'm your last chance.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
bullshit your way into my head...
like every other
pencil-necked piece of sh*t?
I told you to get out!
Sit down, Ricky.
Let's get something straight.
I will ask the questions.
You will answer them.
You will talk.
I will listen.
But then you know that.
- I'm not the first psychiatrist
you've seen. - No kiddin'.
Fine.
Then let's get started.
I need to ask you something.
Shoot. It's your dime.
It's my dime.
Who killed your parents?
You really want to know?
Who, Ricky?
Who did it?
Santa Claus.
It was Christmas eve.
I was just a baby,
and Billy was only seven.
But he knew
Mom, what time is it?
It's almost 4:
30, honey. We'regonna be at Grandpa's pretty soon.
- What time does Santa Claus come?
- Not until everyone is asleep.
Can't I stay up
and see him?
I wouldn't if I were you.
It's naughty to stay up
past your bedtime.
What if we don't get home by my
bedtime? We will, hon. Don't worry.
Santa Claus is gonna bring you
a big surprise tonight.
You just wait and see.
It was night
by the time we reached that turnoff.
I don't know
what made him stop.
- What's that?
- Hmm?
Actually, I do know
what made him stop.
- There it is again. See? - There's
something up there, all right.
Do you see what I see?
Billy was there.
- You think we should wake up Billy?
- Billy told me everything.
- Santa Claus! - Looks like you
get to see him tonight after all.
- Need a ride, Santa Claus?
- No. Not exactly.
Jim, go!
Oh, yeah?
Gonna hit me?
Shoot.
Ho, ho, ho.
It was him,
jolly Saint Nick...
with a knife in his hand.
Where are you,
you little bastard?
Bastard.
He left us out there to die.
That was a long time ago.
How could you possibly
remember all that?
Because...
I was there.
You know, I don't like
your attitude, Bloom.
My attitude is not
the issue, Mr. Caldwell.
Oh, I forgot.
You in a hurry, Doc?
Am I wasting
your valuable time?
Tell me about your
stay at Saint Mary's orphanage.
I hated that f***ing place.
It was
rough on both of us.
And Christmastime
was always the worst.
All right, now. Who's next?
We haven't seen
your drawing yet, have we?
It didn't exactly
bring out the best...
in Billy.
Billy. Billy.
Okay.
Come on up here. Put your drawing
on the board with the others.
You put it in place,
and I'll put the tape on it.
Sister, look.
Billy, take that down.
Explain this, William.
I'm sorry, Mother Superior.
Are you?
I don't think so.
But you will be. You will
learn what it is to be sorry.
- Now go to your room and stay there.
- Yes, Mother Superior.
Until I tell you
to come out.
You finally have what you've
been asking for, Mother Superior.
Proof.
Of what, Sister Margaret?
Of what I've been saying.
That it's all
still inside him.
Simply because something
unfortunate happened to his parents,
which he knows
nothing about,
is no reason to
allow him to run wild.
He must be taught.
Good day, Sister.
Good day, Mother Superior.
I think you've been locked
away up here long enough.
Why don't you come out and
help us build our snowman?
I can't.
Look, Billy, Mother Superior
only wants what's best for you.
And I think what's best for you is to come
out and play with the other children, okay?
Hmm? Okay.
Yes.
Filthy devil!
You'll pay for this.
Punishment.
You devil, take your punishment.
Devil!
How dare you! Please.
William!
Don't blame him. I told
him he could come out.
Stay out of this,
Sister Margaret.
William, come here.
Billy, what's wrong? Your brother's
a nutcase, that's what's wrong.
- No, he's not! Take it back!
- Boys.
What did you see upstairs,
William? Nothing, Mother Superior.
What they were doing was
something very, very naughty.
without being caught.
But when we do
something naughty,
we are always caught.
And then we are punished.
Punishment is absolute.
Punishment is good.
Yes, Mother Superior.
- You left your room, William.
- Yes, Mother Superior.
Very, very naughty.
She... was... naughty.
- Do you miss your brother?
- What do you think?
You felt sorry for him.
Why?
I feel sorry for you.
You do?
Yeah.
You're shrink number... 13.
Good.
That's my lucky number.
Do you dream, Ricky?
I don't sleep.
But Billy
had dreams... bad dreams.
Every day I'd hear about 'em.
But every night
he'd live 'em.
Please let me up.
Mother Superior had a thing
about discipline.
Sister Margaret.
What was naughty...
and what wasn't.
Let me out.
Leave him alone.
Let me out of here.
Let me up.
Let me up!
Let me out of here!
But on Christmas day...
it all went straight to hell.
No! No! No!
Oh, no! No!
Out of the way.
You will learn gratitude.
No. No!
Billy! Billy!
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to be naughty.
Don't punish me. Please.
William.
No one heard him screaming.
But I did.
New tape.
- What do you see out there?
- Bars.
- Let's jump ahead.
- Let's.
- Your brother eventually
left the orphanage. - Yeah.
- Left you alone.
- He didn't leave me.
He was 18.
Mother Superior got him a job...
at the local toy store.
That's very good.
Very realistic.
Isn't it, Mrs. Randall? He's
definitely fat and jolly.
Take a closer look at yourself
in the mirror, Billy.
Picture that.
Now just remember,
lots of "Ho, ho, ho. "
Try not to scare
the little bastards.
I guess they think
the old guy's scary.
- Silly, isn't it?
- Silly.
Stop it. Please, stop it.
Do you have any idea what you're
doing? You're being naughty.
I don't bring toys
to naughty children.
I punish them...
severely.
He sure knows how
to handle kids.
He's great, isn't he?
Mommy.
We wish you
a merry Christmas
We wish you
a merry Christmas
We wish you
a merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Good tidings for you
Wherever you are
We wish you
a merry Christmas
And a happy new year
Hey, Santa,
You got a long night
ahead of you.
- Huh? - You remember what Santa
does on Christmas eve, don't you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I know what he does.
Santa's waiting
Christmas eve
is slowly fading
Can you hear him
in the night
Close the door
Turn out the light
Santa's watching
Santa's creeping
Now you're nodding
Now you're sleeping
Were you good
for Mom and Dad
Oh, stop it.
Come on. Come on.
Don't do that, Andy.
Andy. Uh-uh.
No. Don't do that.
Come on.
Let's go back now.
Andy, stop it!
Please, Andy. No!
No!
Naughty!
You bastard.
You're crazy.
Get the hell away from me!
Did you hear something?
I didn't hear anything, Mr. Simms.
Must have been your imagination.
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