Sleepaway Camp II: Unhappy Campers Page #4

Thanks a lot.

That was fun.

Listen, you don't have

AIDS or anything, do you?

- NO-

- Great.

See ya.

Sean Whitmore...

I knew you'd come around.

Sean? Sorry I'm late.

Sean?

Sh*t.

God damn Molly.

God damn Angela.

- What's your problem?

- You, and kids like you.

Very funny.

I didn't think

you'd fall for it.

You're dumber than I thought.

Yeah? Well you're more

f***ed up than I thought.

Get up.

Get up!

Get in there.

Get in the toilet!

What's down there?

- Answer me.

- Sh*t. Sh*t.

That's right,

one of your favorite words.

Well, do you mind if

I borrow it for a moment?

You've been a shitty friend

and a shitty camper.

What else is down there?

- Answer me.

- Piss.

You've pissed away

your good wits and.

God-given talent

your whole life,

and turned into nothing but

a cynical, dirty-mouthed,

wasted flesh!

What else is down there?

I don't know!

Well then I guess you're

just going to have to

climb in and find out.

Leeches, Ally!

For a leech like you.

You should have

been the first to go.

Half hour to lights out.

Hey, uh,

have you guys seen Ally?

No-' No-

She had really

bad cramps last night.

I think she's still sick.

- She didn't have cramps.

- Yeah? How would you know?

Rob, you gotta

stay away from her.

She is bad news.

I'm gonna get a soda.

Do you guys want anything?

No.

Great.

- You want to play?

- Sure.

Man, you want to

hear something weird?

Yeah, what's that?

I keep thinking about that camp.

You know, where all

the kids got killed?

Oh, come on, Rob.

Ally's not dead.

She's probably out

screwing the cook.

Yeah, but what about

Judd and Anthony?

I don't know, they're on

a beer run or something.

Ally's probably with them.

Don't worry about it.

You know something?

I almost went to Camp Arawak

the year all those

kids got killed.

My dad, he couldn't afford it.

- Oh, man, you're lucky.

- You're telling me.

I can't remember the name

the killer went by as a girl.

But I think she went

by... Peter, Peter Baker.

Yeah, everyone called

him the Angel of Death

'cause they said he

only killed bad people.

So, uh... So tell me.

How bad is Ally?

- Pretty bad.

- What do you got?

- Just two pair.

- Let me see them.

A pair of these, a pair of

these and this one left over.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, don't you dare get me wet.

- Oh, we won't.

- We won't.

- Demi! Hi.

- Hi!

Is there something wrong?

I don't know; I just had

the strangest thing happen.

Really? Tell me about it.

Well, I was in the rec room,

and I was bored.

I was bored,

and then I remembered.

Mar gave me her phone number,

so I decided to give her a call.

Well, when I called and asked

her mom if I could speak to her,

she told me she was still here.

So what did you do?

I didn't want to

cause any trouble,

so I thanked her and I hung up.

That's smart.

No need to cause trouble.

Well anyway, then

I decided to call Phoebes,

and Angela, it's the

strangest thing.

When I called her house,

they told me the same thing.

I talked to her little brother,

and he said

she was still at camp.

Well, I asked him

if he was sure.

He said, "Sure, I'm sure."

Then this man gets on the phone,

and he tells me

Phoebes is still at camp.

Well, I was really

worried about her,

so I told him that

you sent her home

three days ago.

Well he mumbled something,

then Phoebe's mom

got on the phone.

Hey, what are you doing?

Nothing, just fixing my guitar.

Well, I wasn't real

interested in talking to her,

because I've heard

some stories about her.

Boy, supposedly she

sleeps around a lot.

Well anyway,

I had to go through the

whole story all over again,

and do you know when I finished

she told me she

didn't believe me?

Well, I told her it was true.

Then she starts to tell me how

Phoebes was never any good

anyway, and how she

hoped she ran away.

Well, I didn't know

what to say to her,

so I thanked her.

Then I got to thinking

how this was all

such a strange coincidence.

So then I decided to

call the sh*t sisters.

You know something?

You talk too much.

Who locked the door?

I'm going to tell.

Somebody locked the door.

Who's here?

Ally, if that's you

you're in trouble.

You're not supposed

to miss dinner.

Demi, what are you doing?

What did I do?

I didn't do anything!

You're gonna tell.

No more whining.

Kumbaya...

Kumbaya, my lord, kumbaya.

Kumbaya, my lord, kumbaya.

Kumbaya, my lord, kumbaya.

Kumbaya... Kumbaya, my lord,

kumbaya.

Looks like you and I

are the only two left.

Don't worry, we'll still

have a good time.

You sent all of them home?

I had no choice.

I had no choice...

Keep your morals strong,

and you'll never go wrong.

There's still lots of good kids.

We just have to

weed out the bad.

Well, it turned out

that the killer was

the shy 14-year-old girl

that everybody picked on.

We'll do my favorite:

The Happy Camper Song.

Okay, don't forget

the hand movements.

I'm a happy camper,

I love the summer sun.

I love the trees and forests,

I'm always having fun.

Oh, I'm a happy camper.

I love the big blue sky.

And with the grace of God,

I'll camp until I die.

You're more f***ed up

than I thought.

You're fired.

I'm sorry to have to say this.

But I've told you before

nobody is to be sent home

without my permission.

Well, I'm not sorry.

Yesterday I spent the entire day

looking for Judd and Anthony.

I even called the police.

I was afraid they were dead.

What if I said that I was sorry

and that I wouldn't do it again.

I want you out of

here before lunch.

Good morning, Angela.

Uncle John and T.C.

just fired me.

Diane will be

your new counselor.

What?

I have to go be

by myself for a while.

I came to say goodbye.

- Morning.

- Hi, is Sean here?

Yeah. Hey, Sean,

you've got company.

Yeah. Hey. Good morning.

Sorry. Yeah, what's up?

So last night, Angela sent

the other girls home.

And then this morning she

tells me she was fired.

- Good. She's crazier than hell.

- Rob!

Man, I'm sorry.

She's real upset.

I was hoping

we could help her out.

We? H Ow?

I don't know, just talk

to her, anything.

- What do you want me for?

- I just do.

Where is she?

Well, she's at this spot

a mile or so from here.

It's up in the hills near

this old deserted cabin.

I know she goes there a lot.

Alright. Rob.

Tell T.C. I'm out with Molly.

Come on.

You owe me one.

- M.

- M.

How you doing?

Uncle John makes me

counselor of the week

just four days ago.

And now he fires me?

- Maybe we could talk to him.

- No.

It's over.

Besides, T.C. had just

as much to do with it.

T.C. hates me.

- No, he doesn't.

- Yes, he does.

We never got along well.

Her reminds me of

this boy that I knew

when I was about your age.

He didn't like me

very much, either.

- But I fixed him.

- How?

I drowned him.

Hey, I wonder what's in here.

- It's locked.

- No, it's not.

Don't go in there!

Why Not?

Ew, what's that smell?

I don't want to hurt you.

Ouch!

Where did they go?

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