Sleepwalkers
- R
- Year:
- 1992
- 91 min
- 1,214 Views
What's happened here?
Martha and Carl Brodie,
mother and son.
No one's seen them
since Tuesday.
The car is a trans am,
blue with yellow pinstriping.
California license: 2clg592.
No one's seen that
since Tuesday, either.
God, I just hope nothing horrible
happened to them. They were so close!
Ma'am, please, step back.
Sheriff, what
do you think happened?
I don't know, but somebody
sure doesn't like cats.
Sh*t!
Looks like the place has been
empty for a hundred years.
Well, it hasn't.
What the hell was that?
Jesus!
It's a little girl.
What's that in her hair?
A rose.
Tanya.
- Hi.
- Shhh.
He can't hear us.
Sh*t!
Come on.
He'll be back.
You always get 'em
sooner or later.
Dance with me.
I don't wanna dance.
Sure you do.
You'll love this one.
Come on.
What's for dinner?
Roast chicken
and cranberry dressing.
Pumpkin pie for dessert.
Going anywhere tonight?
To the movies, maybe.
With a friend?
With a special friend?
All by my lonesome.
Oh, don't ask your mother.
Well, actually, there's
a girl that works there.
I thought I might ask her out.
Oh, you might?
She's pretty too.
Is she nice?
I don't know.
I guess I'll find out, won't I?
- Jealous?
- Concerned.
Right.
Concerned.
Mm-hmm, concerned.
Should I be jealous?
Do you like that?
Oh, mother.
?? Do you love me??
?? Do you love me??
?? Do you love me, baby??
?? Do you love me??
?? Do you love me??
?? Do you love me??
?? Now that I??
?? Can dance
watch me now??
?? Work, work??
?? Oh, work it out, baby??
?? Work, work???? I'm
gonna drive you crazy??
?? Work, work???? Uh, just
a little bit slow now??
?? Work??
?? I can mash potato??
?? I can mash potato??
?? I can do the twist??
?? I can do the twist??
?? Tell me, baby??
?? Tell me, baby??
?? Do you like it like this????
Do you like it like this??
?? Tell me??
?? Tell me??
?? Tell me, wow??
?? Do you love me??
?? Do you love me??
?? Do you love me, baby??
?? Do you love me??
?? Now do you love me??
?? Do you love me??
?? Now that I??
?? Can dance??
?? Watch me now...????
Aaah! Oh!
You scared me.
Sorry. Sorry.
Oh, no. I'll take that.
Charles Brady.
Thanks for the help,
Charles Brady.
Don't mention it.
Could I get a popcorn
and a medium Mr. pibb, please?
Yes.
I'm very embarrassed.
Am I blushing?
- You look good in red, Tanya.
- How'd you know my name?
English, period four,
creative writing.
Mr. fallows,
the weird and terrible.
Oh, you're the new guy.
From Ohio?
Paradise falls.
Oh.
Popcorn.
Go ahead.
You mean... free?
Shhh.
Thanks.
I don't suppose you'd like a ride
home after work tonight, would you?
Um, my dad picks me up.
Mmm, nice dad.
Yeah.
Besides, what
would your girlfriend say...
If you gave the popcorn girl
a ride home?
No girlfriend.
I'm new in town, remember?
Thanks.
I'll see you in class.
Oh, oh, wait!
Um... welcome to Travis.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
Oh, my God!
Hi!
I'm okay.
How's my girl?
I'm good, dad.
Good.
Fasten your seat belt.
Tanya.
It's my son, officer.
- Cat?
Having himself one hissy fit,
I'll tell you.
I'm sorry, officer. It's late,
but this allergy is so severe.
Yeah, I know. I got one too.
Mine's to the I.R.S.
Y'all have a good night.
Thank you, officer.
It just ignored the trap.
It was right by the window.
It's okay.
It's gone now.
I'll set some more traps
in the morning.
Did you bring me anything?
Anything special in mind?
Am I beautiful?
You're always
beautiful, mother.
So...
Did you ask
this mystery girl out?
What kind of a girl would go
out with a guy she just met?
Not a very nice one, I suppose.
Another one?
Goddamn cats.
Don't swear, mother.
Just you make sure
you ask her out tomorrow.
What's her name?
Tanya robertson.
Is she nice?
She's nice.
I'm sure of it.
She's pure.
Good.
I'm famished, Charles.
Famished!
"They were sleepwalkers,
hiding in human robes.
"Feeding on virtue.
"Loving to feed,
feeding to breed..
"So, in the end, they ran.
"In the end, Robbie and
his mother always had to run.
"For one night, the men
would come in their old cars,
"men with lights and guns.
"And to the boy and his mother,
"their curses and the screams
of rage always sound the same.
"Like the laughter
of cruel gods.
"The time of happiness,
"too brief to be
anything but golden,
had run out."
Very good, Charles.
Very good.
Your teachers in Ohio must have been
sorry to lose such a creative young man.
I beg your pardon,
Mr. fallows?
Isn't that where you
transferred from? Ohio?
- Oh, yes. Yes, it is.
- Hey. Psst.
Aw, sh*t!
I suggest that next time, you keep
your hands to yourself, Mr. Crawford.
Yes, sir.
A**hole.
All right, any thoughts
on Mr. Brady's "sleepwalkers"?
- Miss robertson?
- I liked it.
- You liked it?
It was different.
I thought it was very sad.
Sad? Why?
Because they were
always driven away.
Because they
were such outsiders.
I think miss robertson
might be on to something.
Now, we all understand
that a story...
Has to have a beginning,
a middle and an end, right?
But that's like saying
a box has four sides.
Actually, Mr. fallows,
a box has six sides.
Busted!
Ahh! Ah! Ah!
Ahhhhh!
I'm just kidding. You
actually talked to him?
Yeah, he's nice.
Real nice!
I'm serious!
I can see that.
Well, what happened? Did he
ask you out of anything?
Nothing specific, just a maybe.
We just talked at the theater.
That's all you would've done anyway.
What a waste!
Well, excuse me, but
what would you have done?
Everything.
Everything!
Well, I may have
plans of my own,
and they just might
include homeland.
Oooh!
Yeah, right!
I can just see you in the
back seat at homeland.
You guys! Tanya, you gotta admit,
your dad's gonna be there.
I can just see it.
My dad's not gonna be there.
- Hi.
- Charles... hi.
Charles... um, do you know
Jeanette and Carrie?
This is Charles Brady.
Hi.
We are in the same class, Tanya.
Oh.
Can I give you a ride home?
Uh, I mean all of you.
Um... no, we've got a ride.
But why don't you go, Tanya?
Okay, see you later.
I, uh...
I also wanted to thank you.
For what?
For what you said in class.
I mean, you really nailed it.
No, you did, so thank you.
I think I know how they feel,
the, um... what are they called?
Sleepwalkers.
Sleepwalkers.
At least sometimes
I feel that different.
Look!
Madam.
This yours?
Do you like it?
Yeah.
Whoa! You know, some
people use a door. Really?
Yes.
I heard that somewhere.
Did you?
Mm-hmm.
Mom? Mom?
She must be shopping
or something.
Mmm.
Let's go upstairs.
Okay.
Thanks for the ride home.
Anytime.
Oh, wow!
These are interesting.
Oh. My mom does
gravestone rubbings.
Pretty morbid, huh?
No, I like 'em.
You do?
Yeah.
My room.
Oh, you have a lot of pictures.
Yeah, it's kind of a hobby.
Oh, these are great!
Really nice.
Makes you want to...
what?
Oh! Just really get a good
look at these kind of places.
You know, things
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