Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2

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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.

What makes you think you can

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

all about Santa Claus.

Mom, what time is it?

It's almost 4:
30, honey. We're

gonna 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.

They thought they could do it

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.

Say thank you to Santa Claus.

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'd better sober up.

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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