Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2 Page #2

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Punishment is good!

I heard something, by God.

No.

Anybody in here?

Mr. Simms.

Mr. Simms!

Come out here and see this.

This is lovely.

Mr. Simms, are you

hiding in there?

Answer.

Operator.

Thank God.

No!

But it wasn't his fault.

It couldn't be.

Then whose fault was it?

It was that b*tch Superior.

- She made him do it.

- Was Billy being naughty?

No.

They were naughty.

He punished the bad ones.

How did he know

who the bad ones were?

He didn't

have to look very far.

Oh, sh*t.

What?

Sorry, Tommy. I

gotta go upstairs for a minute.

What for? Um, the cat

wants to come inside.

How do you know? I heard her

collar jingling at the door.

Uh...

There you are, you bad kitty.

Punish!

What are you doing?

No! No!

Punish. Punish!

Holy sh*t.

Denise?

Are you okay?

If this is some kind

of joke, I'm gonna kill her.

Operator.

Operator!

Operator, I need the police.

Dial 911 for emergency...

Sir, is this a joke?

Punish.

Punish.

No!

But the others were innocent.

Oh, no. They deserved it.

But no one understood.

Not even the police.

Can you believe this?

It's Christmas eve, and we got

orders to bring in Santa Claus.

Hey, look.

What are you doing? What

do you think you're doing?

Hold it!

Stop right there!

Daddy.

Daddy?

Daddy

almost got his present early.

But Billy was miles away.

It was something to see.

Cops stopping every Santa

between here and the state line.

But that didn't matter

to Billy.

He knew the roads...

the shortcuts.

He knew exactly

where he was going.

And nothing was gonna stop him.

At least not for long.

Look at this hill.

Virgin, man.

The only kind

you'll ever get.

I'm going down first.

What's the matter?

You afraid?

Be quiet for a minute.

I feel like somebody's

watching me.

Like who?

Well, if it isn't

Bob and Mack.

Now why don't you guys just

get the f*** out of the way?

Glad to, little man.

But, uh, we're gonna

go sledding.

Oh, that's the plan.

Yeah.

All right.

All right. I'm sorry.

Now get out of here!

Come on. Go on. Get out of here.

Yeah.

All right.

All right. Let's go.

You go first.

Oh, okay.

- Hey, what if I hit a tree?

- Just go.

Yeah.

Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!

Whoa!

All right.

Now watch this.

Aaah!

Oh, God!

Billy hated bullies.

But he was starting

to leave a bloody trail.

Three more murders.

I'm alerting my men

all night.

Kid may be nuts,

but he's not stupid.

There oughta be a way

we can predict his next move.

Oh, my Lord.

Sister Margaret had it

all figured out.

She always knew the score.

But Mother Superior

called the shots.

It's fairly obvious

where he was going.

Really? Well, maybe you were

just jerking off here then.

- Huh?

- If you say so.

You're good, Doc,

but I know all the moves.

I could squash you

like a bug.

- You don't scare me.

- Not yet.

I want those papers

folded and stacked.

And I want each one of you to write a nice

"thank you" to Santa for his visit later.

If any of you get wet or start

to feel cold, come back inside.

Wow.

Cut it out!

See who's coming?

Billy?

This is Officer Barnes. I'm

approaching the orphanage now.

Sh*t!

All right, hold it! Don't take

another step or I'll shoot!

- Billy.

- Get away from him!

Billy.

Oh, my God.

Children, inside!

Hurry!

Ricky!

Come away from there.

- One problem.

- It wasn't Billy.

It was old man Kelsey,

the janitor.

Poor, deaf son of a b*tch.

Mother Superior

was pretty pissed off.

I guess the cop kind of

felt bad about it too.

I couldn't give a sh*t.

I knew Billy'd

take care of him.

He was dressed

as a Santa Claus.

I'm sorry for what happened, but

there is a killer on the way here.

Oh, the children.

No harm must come to the

children. Do you understand?

- That's why I'm here, Sister.

- I am Mother Superior.

And so far,

all you have done is harm.

I'm gonna check out the grounds. In the

meantime, make sure everyone stays inside.

Don't let anybody come in unless

you know exactly who it is.

No one is going to get in

that doesn't belong here.

Punish.

Poor things.

They're scared to death.

Hmm?

Oh, yes.

They need something

to keep their mind off it.

We're gonna sing.

Ready, Sister?

"Deck the Halls. "

Andrew, where do you think you're

going? Come on. We need altos.

- No! Don't!

- It's Santa.

- Chrissie, stay away!

- But Mother Superior...

- Chrissie.

- It's Santa Claus.

Stay away from him.

Come here.

Andrew,

come here.

There's no Santa Claus.

- Naughty.

- There is no Santa Claus.

Naughty. Naughty.

There is no Santa Claus!

Naughty!

You're safe now.

Santa Claus...

is gone.

Naughty.

Very naughty.

So,

this is me, huh?

They closed the orphanage

after that.

You bet.

But kindly Sister Mary

was able to find me a family.

The Rosenbergs.

They definitely did not

get involved with Christmas.

The sister gave them my...

background.

And they treated me okay.

I was finally able

to act like a kid.

Not some freak show

with a killer for a brother.

It wasn't bad.

Hell, what did I know?

I was 12 years old.

Martha? Martha. Oh, Jill. Hi.

How are you? Oh, good to see you.

Ricky, stay right there. Okay?

I'm so glad I ran into you.

- Mom.

- Just a second, honey.

- Mom.

- Ricky, darling, Mommy is talking.

- Mom, look.

- What is it, sweetheart?

I don't know what is wrong.

Oh, that's okay.

Oh!

Good afternoon,

Sisters. I'll be right with you.

Jill, hold this.

Oh, my God.

We have to go.

You've got to

understand the situation.

Understand? The boy... he

had some kind of a seizure.

This is not normal.

I was

afraid they'd send me back.

You didn't see it. You don't

know. You weren't there.

Yeah, but he's my son.

Crazy kid and all. I'd like

to know what's going on here!

If I may make a suggestion...

But Sister Mary straightened things out. And

pretty soon, the whole thing was forgotten.

Mother Superior

has assured me...

that his behavior will improve once

he has a stable family environment.

Morty, he needs us.

Come on, honey.

I'd like to spend

some time with him.

It was about five

years later that my stepdad died.

And guess what?

That hit me pretty hard.

The Rosenbergs had always

been good to me.

And I knew what

she was going through.

All alone.

After the funeral,

I needed some time.

I felt like running away.

I've never told anybody

this before.

Let it out.

Here it comes.

I used to walk for hours

on those back roads.

No one was close.

No one to lose.

You tend to get paranoid when

everyone around you gets dead.

That's life.

It doesn't really

work that way. Mm-hmm.

Is that cold?

Mmm.

You're gonna need

a new shirt.

Why?

What do you mean?

I mean, I see

something I like.

Eddie, you are such a pig.

Yeah.

That's what you like

about me, ain't it?

Say it.

Say what?

You know.

Tell me you want it.

Eddie. Look. If you

don't tell me you want it,

you can't have it.

I do want it.

But not right now.

You're always in such

a hurry with me.

Yeah, so what?

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