The Hollow Page #2

No, it's okay. | Lan was taking me for coffee.

Beg your pardon...

but you should go with the | young venture snob here.

I need to talk | to the teacher alone.

What?

He's come back, | he's come back for you.

I need to talk to you.

- Let's go. | - Lan?

I can't leave this guy in the | middle of the road.

Look at him, | he's obviously smashed.

I don't want him to get hit | by somebody else, alright?

Rain check?

Are you sure you | don't wanna sit, son?

I can't. I'm already out way | passed my curfew.

My dad's gonna kill me.

I don't even know why | I came here in the first place.

You don't hu? But I think you do. | It's your destiny.

You can't run from | your destiny, teacher.

What are you talking about?

What's up with | all this teacher crap?

You are a stubborn one, | aren't you?

I have to go. I'm really sorry, | but I do have to go.

I call you teacher, | because that's what you are.

Not by your trade, | not even by your dad's trade...

but farther back.

Yeah, way farther back | than that.

Your family lived here | right in this house...

nine generations back.

A teacher, a man called Ichabod.

Ichabod?

Like Ichabod Crane? | Are you kidding me?

Is this your big talk? | My last name is not even Crane.

No time for kidding. I know | your last name, I'll show you.

Your last name is right...

Maybe some other time, Klaus. | I gotta go, okay?

Wait!

Wait, teacher! | You gotta listen to me.

Now listen. | You gotta let me show ya.

I know you don't believe it, | but if you just let me show ya.

In the graveyard, Irving's grave | is covered with vines...

and the vines | are flowing with blood.

Stop it!

You already messed up | my night with Karen...

you made me drive all the way | out here and I'm late.

And why?

Because you wanted | to get drunk.

I gotta go, alright?

Wait, wait now!

What?

You might make it. | I don't fell nothing. Go on.

Go on!

And I ain't drunk.

You hear me? | I ain't drunk.

Hello?

Klaus, is that you?

Brody?

You alright, Junior?

Looks like you've seen a ghost. | Again.

For Christ's sake, man. | Look what you've done to my car.

Relax!

You car is not worth | but 500 bucks.

What are you doing out here?

Just trying to warm | poor Carter here.

He's been itching to get out.

Also wanted to see if I can | still fit in this costume.

It looks really nice. | Do you have a key for this gate?

Nope. | Nobody does.

That gate's been locked up | since forever.

You gotta go back | over the bridge.

You know, man, | I've been thinking...

You should leave that to the | professionals, honestly.

Well, I think you should stop | hanging around Karen so much.

You know, date somebody | on your on level.

My own level, hu?

Look man, we had a long talk...

when I took her home tonight, it's | all about us at the homecoming.

You know what Brody, | Karen is a big girl...

and I think you should let her | make her own decision, okay?

Lan, you and I are gonna have | to talk about this later.

Now you better get to sleep. | I want you at practice tomorrow.

I can't.

You can and you will. | End of story.

You broke curfew | and you own me.

- You're gonna be part of the team. | - I'm part of the team, dad.

Lan!

Lan, hi!

I can't believe you're leading | the poor kid on like that.

It's carmically unsound.

Well, excuse me Mrs. Morality. | Maybe I like him.

He's funny, smart and | still in high school.

If you're trying to make | Brody jealous...

I can always set you up | with one of Rod's friend.

Thanks, but no thanks. I have this | thing with guys...

who have Greek letters | tattooed on their ass.

Tattoos beats it.

- Hi. | - Nice outfit.

Thank you. It's the pep-rally | today. You're coming right?

I'd like to, | but I just really can't.

With the football team and all, | I just feel out of place.

Walk me to first, | and I'll talk you in to it.

Good morning students. | Welcome to the homeroom bulletin.

Don't forget, tonight is the | annual ghostly hayride...

and tickets | are selling out fast.

If you still wanna go, come down | to the student store...

as soon as possible. | See you at the pep-rally.

Would mean a lot to me if you came. | You won't feel out of place.

I'll be doing all my | cheers for you.

Your cheers for me?

You guys seen Scott?

I got first with him and need | to copy his homework.

You're the one who left him in | the graveyard last night, remember?

Maybe him and Amber | pulled an all-nighter.

I haven't seen Amber either.

And she never called me back | last night.

This is bad.

Wait. Do you think something | happened to them?

No. But it's the fiftieth time | I've showed without my homework.

Coast is gonna flunk me.

Unless...

you got Galantine for geometry, | don't you?

Guys, I'm gonna go. | Talk to you later.

Give it up.

Fine. Just do me a favor.

Will you get some wrong, so she | know it's yours at least.

Whatever.

Yes Mrs. Dandan, I'll look into it. | Meanwhile you just sit and relax.

If anything comes up | I'll call you.

Okay, bye.

Sheriff, you gotta put a stop | to his hayride.

It ain't safe for the kids to be up | in the yard. Not tonight.

Van Ripper, it's a little early in | the morning for this garbage.

He's come back, I'm telling you. | He's come back.

He's gonna be looking | for a head.

It' ain't safe for anybody in that | yard, it's gonna be fair game.

I won't go through this kinda | crap again this year.

For the sake of repetition and | clarity, tonight is Halloween.

Sheriff, there are vines growing | out of Irving's grave.

I'm telling you, the horseman | has returned.

Tonight is Halloween, and also the | day of our annual ghostly hayride.

And it's gonna go off without | a hitch...

just like it does | every other year.

This ain't no normal year, | not this year.

The young teacher has come back | and he woke him up.

Here, let me show you.

You see this? | Look at the name on that.

- Right there. | - Where did you get this?

Out of the mailbox. | Did you see the name there?

The Cranstons are good people.

And I'd like to make a good | first impression with them.

You go intrude in their mailbox | like some kind of maniac...

that doesn't do good | on my program.

You're not listening to me Sheriff. | You gotta stop the hayride tonight.

Request denied. | Denied.

Now I got some teenagers playing | hooky that I gotta attend to...

and you gotta go.

You're gonna be picking up | heads out of the graveyard.

Well, I should only | be so lucky right?

Teacher.

- What are you doing here? | - We didn't finish our talk.

Look, Klaus, we're already | discussed this.

I'm not a Crane, alright? | I'm not.

You are a Crane, yes you are. | Let me show you.

See? Ichabod left. | Changed his name right away.

Probably because he's worried | with the horseman coming after him.

Then he named his first son | Richard Cranson...

meaning Crane's son. | Then two generations later...

his grandson went down west | and changed his name...

to Cranston. | That's you.

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