The Frighteners Page #5

But pain...

has its reward.

The power of the mind...

is absolute.

Frank, is that you?

I'm doing this?

I'm doing this?

I'm moving the car

with the power of my mind!

Yes!

No!

Wait!

Get back in the goddamn ground!

You unorganized grab-asstic gob

of teleplasmic sh*t!

Who the hell are you?

Sound off like you've got a pair!

Hey, a**hole.

He's dead!

You're too late!

Lucy!

Who are you?

Who...

are...

you?

Johnny Bartlett.

I thought guys like you

fried in hell.

I got out, Frank.

I've been carrying on the good work.

Got me a score of 40.

Harry Sinclair.

I want to shake the hand

of the man who avenged my death.

You have a number.

Bartlett carved it

into my forehead as I lay dying.

I was the last.

He couldn't be more wrong,

could he, Frank?

Sh*t!

Oh, Frank.

Just breathe.

Breathe slowly. Breathe.

You're okay.

Oh, Frank.

All right, Lucy, come on.

Get me 100 milligrams of lidocaine

and 1 cc of adrenaline.

I didn't get him.

Who? Who didn't you get, Frank?

Johnny Bartlett. He's back.

He's hallucinating.

He's killing again.

Patricia.

You have to get her

out of the house.

Go.

Go!

Patricia!

Listen to me.

We have to get out of here.

Patricia never leaves the house!

She's coming with me.

You have no right.

Get upstairs.

This is stopping now.

What do you mean?

Why do you have

Frank Bannister's knife?

You've been in my room!

Mother!

Mother wants to go to the police.

She'll be down in a minute.

Patricia, we have to go now.

It's not safe here.

Johnny Bartlett is back.

I know.

He visits me at night.

I don't know why he comes.

He torments me.

Why has he come?

Am I being punished?

Patricia, let's just go. Please.

I want to kill her, Patty.

That'll give us 41.

That's 8 clear of Gacy.

Nine more,

we break Bundy's record.

I can't wait to see his face

when he hears the news.

- Yes!

- What?

I'm sorry.

We really should wait for Mother.

That asswipe psychic

nearly ruined it for us, Patty.

He made us look stupid.

You'll be okay.

Everything will be fine.

Shut up! That Russian cannibal creep

is telling everyone he did 50 plus.

That reflects badly

on both of us, Patty.

This record should be held

by an American.

I quite agree.

You can come...

stay with me, if you like.

I'll kill her now.

I'd like that.

I'll just get my coat.

Patronizing do-gooder b*tch!

Oh, Patricia.

You kill her. I'll watch.

Mrs. Bradley?

Mrs. Bradley,

are you coming with us?

Oh, my God.

Lucy!

No, not that way!

Jesus.

These are Bartlett's ashes.

We must get them

to the other side.

A church. We have to get them

to a church.

There's a chapel in the old hospital!

No!

Let's go down here.

Where is it?

You look there.

Lucy?

Oh, this is great.

Frank?

Excuse me, Doctor.

We're looking for ward 12.

Go up the stairs to the 4th floor,

then turn right.

It's opposite the chapel.

I'll get someone to help.

Orderly!

Orderly, are you deaf?

I said, orderly are you deaf?

Moron!

I guess that makes you number one.

Get down!

Frank, are you okay?

The chapel's on the fourth floor.

Watch out!

We got to go. Go!

Lucy.

Lucy!

You're all the same.

Wait!

Put the gun down, son.

The law is on its way.

What's the score, Patty?

Eleven.

That's the same as Starkweather's.

Lucy?

It's jammed.

Take it. Just take it!

Be right back.

Don't go anywhere.

Give that to me.

Let me guess.

You must get these ashes

to consecrated ground...

to destroy the forces of evil.

Give me the goddamn urn!

Under no circumstances

must these ashes ever be released.

Oops.

You have no idea

what you've just done.

You just don't get it,

do you, Frank?

This is all about your pathetic need

for self-glorification.

You are such an a**hole.

Yes, I am.

I am an a**hole...

with an Uzi!

Get up!

You make me sick!

Get up!

I won't shoot you in the back.

Turn around.

I said, turn around!

As a U.S. Government agent,

I order you to turn around!

Oh, my God, Frank.

Debra.

You killed her.

You're next, pal.

Take him out, baby.

Get him!

Stop!

Frank, no!

Get him, Patty.

Oh, baby, you are an artist.

You're 42!

Yes.

I'm in the mood

for a little vivisection.

No! No, please.

Me, too.

Oh, me, too.

You b*tch!

I got your girlfriend, Johnny!

Come get her!

Goddamn you!

Let go of her!

Come and get her, you coward!

Let go of my little Patty!

See you later, Frank!

We got you!

We're going back down

to get us some more!

Yo, Frank!

How's it going?

Bye, Frank.

Johnny? Johnny!

Step back, Frank.

This won't be pleasant.

The old express bus to hell.

No lines, no waiting.

It's really something, isn't it?

Excellent libraries.

Premium cigars.

And, of course...

the honeys.

How about that? Stu's

a regular chick magnet up here.

Hello, Frank.

It's time to go home.

I am home.

Ahhh, no.

The authorities have informed us

that it's just not your time.

Start living, dude.

Be happy.

There's something

I have to tell you.

Sorry to interrupt.

It's all right, Walt.

Frank, what do you know

about Ouija boards?

Not a lot.

I found a stack of them

at the Bradley house.

Looks like Patricia got herself

a direct line to Bartlett...

once she was released 5 years ago.

I thought you and I could collaborate

on a book about this.

It could be my ticket

off the force.

That's not my area.

If you need a collaborator,

how about your guardian angel there?

You got me, Frank.

I got you.

I'll see you, Frank.

Bye-bye.

Boy, that Dammers,

he sure looks pissed.

Sometimes when you go through

a traumatic experience...

it alters your perception.

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