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I didn't kill her.
I figured it was you.
Me? Why would I do it?
Why would I?
People are saying
you're a werewolf.
Do you believe every rumor
you hear?
Then why are we both here?
When listening to all those people,
you ever hear of a coincidence?
Are you sure it wasn't you?
You could try to contain
your disappointment.
Then who was it?
Bear? Cougar?
Creative suicide?
It's weird.
I knew her.
I mean,
I didn't KNOW HER know her,
but but to see her--
parties and stuff.
She liked my car.
It's a nice car.
I also knew your uncle.
Vince.
He did some kind of work
for my mom.
She denies it,
but she's so full of ***.
I liked his stories.
The girls would get pretty
freaked out, but girls,
you know?
Yeah, that sounds like Vince.
What's it like? Living like,
you know, you people.
I guess there's always something
over the hill I gotta see.
What's the story
of your sister?
- ***!
- It's cool.
It's cool.
Don't run.
Don't run.
It's that Godfrey kid.
You know, it's a school night.
- I'm a night owl.
- What the hell are you doing here?
Am I disturbing anyone,
officer?
You mean other than
a dead girl's *** site?
- So who's that with you, huh?
- It's that punk gypsy.
- Now,
what could you two little
birdies possibly be hatching
out here that we might
look upon favorably?
- We were having a conversation.
- About what?
- The mysteries of mortality.
- OK, come on, let's go.
But my old lady's gonna be
a pain in the balls.
You know, on second thought,
his old lady's gonna be
- a pain in the balls.
- What?
- It's true.
- It's true.
Spooky ***.
How'd you do that?
Do what?
Dearest Uncle,
Time again for you
to indulge my prattle,
though I suppose I address you
as 'Doctor' here,
as this correspondence was your
professional recommendation.
Now, what's happened
since I last wrote?
You'd be so proud of me, Uncle.
I followed your advice
and asserted myself to mother.
Is that what you want, honey?
Salad?
No, no.
Her usual will be
quite satisfactory.
Darling, you must
eat your meat.
To which Roman made
an off-colored remark.
Jenny, my most favorite
of the staff,
with whom he regularly engages in
light flirtation, hid a smirk.
- Mother was cross.
- Oh, now,
she's just thinking
about her figure.
All those cute boys
in high school.
Her usual will be
quite satisfactory.
I am more than some living
marionette who will dance at the pull
of her strings.
As you said,
I am an intelligent,
autonomous individual
with valid desires.
And though mother was correct--
my stomach was rumbling
its second guess
before we got home--
I believe your niece earned
some small measure of--
dare she say it?--respect.
Otherwise, I'm finding
the transition to high school
genial enough.
Of course, tensions remain
over the tragedy weeks ago.
Both within the school
and without.
Answering violence
with violence.
But the attack, it would appear,
was an isolated one.
The gypsy boy I referred to
continues to favor me
with his charms.
The kids at the school say
he is a werewolf-- a comment, I
assume, on the boy's admittedly
excessive body hair.
I do hope he was not involved
in the incident
at Kilderry Park.
Of course,
if I am to live
with the decision,
I suppose I ought to take care
with questions
to which I may prefer
not to know the answers.
Yours always.
Your daughter's pregnant.
Right there.
Right there.
Uh
this isthis is exactly
what it looks like.
Did you have anything
to do with it?
Why thank you, Olivia.
Don't think.
Answer.
Were you and that walking
god complex in any way involved?
Norman, you'll really have to be
a little more *** specific.
Letha is pregnant.
Ah.
Well, I'm afraid you'll find
me inadequate to such a task,
and as for Dr.
Pryce, I think we both know his
proclivities lie elsewhere.
I am not *** around here!
Lower your voice.
Sit down.
No.
I had nothing to do with it.
Nor, to my knowledge,
did Dr.
Pryce.
And frankly, that you would feel
compelled to ask would be
beyond outrageous were it
one iota less mystifying.
Has it occurred to you
she might be
reluctant to share
with her father
- the specific circumstances
of the fornication? - Reluctant.
Uh, no.
Not reluctant.
She says
she's still a ***.
She says
it was an angel.
She said it visited her
this summer and she didn't say
anything at the time
'cause she didn't want us
getting all bent out of shape--
her words--um, but she felt
the time had come
that she needed our help
with the child.
And she took a pregnancy test, so
she's not hallucinating that part.
- Has she got a boyfriend?
- None lately.
- Been going to church?
- When have you known this family
to go to church
when someone hasn't died?
And what's your professional
evaluation?
***.
She was ***,
and her mind bricked it over
with this fantasy.
The
clinical term is
psychogenic amnesia.
Have you contacted the police?
With what?
My suspicion of something
that would've happened in July
that she won't corroborate?
At this point, my hope is
to talk her out of keeping it.
Is that for the best?
Oh, as opposed to encouraging
her to carry to term a child
she is convinced is a product
of immaculate conception at
event could come back to her
after an irrevocable decision
has been made.
Now, might I ask, what could
possibly give you the notion
- I have any involvement in this?
- Because
I honestly have
no *** idea
what you would be capable of
if you were afraid of losing me.
Where's my t--
I was afraid you meant it.
Last time.
I meant it.
I didn't want this to happen.
This was--
- Spiteful.
- Weak.
We'll agree to agree.
Frightful business,
this Pemrose girl.
Your daughter thinks
it was a werewolf.
Well, I guess ours both have
impressive imaginations.
Still
it does hold a terribly ***
sort of appeal,
being hunted down
and devoured by a savage brute.
Oh, it's enough
to give one the shivers.
I meant it.
What makes you think
I don't know that?
Attention students.
The following announcement is
from Miss Fletcher.
In lieu of the Bluebell
killing, a list
of non-acceptable costumes will
be listed on the bulletin board.
Any student not complying will
not be permitted
to tonight's dance.
Also, there will be
a small police presence.
This is only a precaution,
but I warn you
that students attempting
to sneak off the school premises
cannot be taken lightly.
Hold it! Cool.
So, you going to this dance?
Oh.
Guess there's not much point
in me going then, huh?
Pfft.
Wolf ***.
I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
You're too pretty.
Get your *** hands
off my sister, man.
Is this funny
to you?
I'm just
- You want a lift home?
- Why?
Whatever.
Why not?
Spent two years of my life
in a foreign land
Nicolae has the biggest ***
in heaven right now.
- He's my grandfather.
- Ah.
We like wheels, us people.
Yeah, my dad used to drive me
around in it.
He knew every back road
and speed trap
for a hundred miles.
My mom would have killed him if she knew
the way he would drive with me in the car.
If he hadn't beat her to it.
Where's your dad?
Still out for the proverbial
pack of smokes, I suppose.
You know, they say that being
raised by a single mother
makes you more sensitive
to, like, chicks and stuff.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Well, I'm a pretty
sensitive guy.
What is anybody gonna say
Weird.
- What?
- I had a dream about that the other night.
You can feel it, can't you?
What?
Whatever it is
that's down there.
The septic tank?
Deeper.
I get this feeling sometimes,
like something really important
is about to happen.
Thanks for the ride.
As an artist, you could use
a little development.
Homecoming.
You goin'?
Ah, I am home.
Medical research is
no longer just in the hands
of the big drug companies.
At the Godfrey Institute, we're dedicated
to making the lives of people better,
creating more effective
therapies for those in need.
The Godfrey Institute.
Building a healthier tomorrow
today.
At least you're done
with a that creep Peter.
She had
a Tyler moment.
What do you mean
she had a Tyler moment?
Well, he picked me to play the
mirror game in theatre class,
and well, I don't know,
- we just had a moment.
- Pinkalicious.
OK, how do you even know
what a moment is?
I've had a moment before.
Mm-mm, the jet at the pool
doesn't count.
Will you let her tell
her story, you fistula?
So, you're playing
the mirror game.
And he was pretending
to be hitting his golf club,
and he was sticking his butt
way out,
and, I mean, I'm making it sound
really dumb,
butthe way he was doing it,
it was actually really cute,
and it was definitely
a moment.
I think.
Midnight cherry.
Tyler? Didn't Tyler go out
with Letha Godfrey?
Then he definitely has a type.
You know,
she's the only bigger prude than Christina.
- I know.
- I know, right?
- I'm not a prude!
This is high school.
- Things are gonna be different.
- Uh-huh.
People can change.
Who says they can't?
- Powder brush.
- Absolutely.
It's ***.
- Definitely ***.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
- It's not.
- Yeah, it is.
Which one's this?
The Breathe Project.
It's gonna take a lot
of elbow grease
to clean up the air in this town after
what the Godfreys have done to it.
How do I look?
You're really going?
I'm still me, Dad.
Oh, he's not even gonna
come in?
It's Roman, Mom.
- Not a date.
- You look perfect.
Thank you.
Love you.
- Bye.
- Buh-bye, sweetheart.
Have fun.
Don't stay out
too late.
Of course not.
Listen here, ***.
I don't
know what you did with my cousin,
but we're not leaving
until you spill, see.
Good to see you too.
And what are you supposed
to be?
Unimpeachable.
***' needles.
***' needles.
You ***' needles.
***'
There's no such thing
as a needle that big.
There's no--
***.
They can't take that
and then give it back.
I didn't sign up for this!
- Watch your tutu!
- Watch your own tutu!
- Rawr.
- OK, whatever.
We look hot anyway.
- I know.
We're pretty hot.
- Yeah, we're hot.
I know.
- Don't worry, you look good too.
- You look hot, OK? You do.
Ugh.
Is that slutty hippie
- Ashley Valentine? How original!
- Maybe she was going for
regular hippie but Ashley
Valentine makes it slutty.
- Girls, you know I don't appreciate
that word.
- Really?
That's a shame, because you have
know idea what deviant acts
- she has planned for to--
- Shut up!
- Alexa, seriously.
- Dad, I'm Alexa.
- She's Alexa.
Right.
OK, 10 o'clock sh--
- Oh, here he goes.
- Right here.
- Ten o'clock sharp, right here.
- Dad, you're so annoying.
No wandering.
An isolated incident's
only isolated until it's not, right?
OK.
Give it to me.
- Thank you.
Have fun.
- Bye.
- I'm gonna get laid tonight.
- Me too.
Oh, are you looking
for your boyfriend Tyler?
He's not my boyfriend.
Oh, right, you're probably
looking for the other one.
Lying oh so stiff
So many lovers
In need of organs
Wasted bodies
Lying oh so stiff
So many lovers
In need of organs
Hey.
- Hey.
- I just wanted
to see how you were doing.
I heard that you and Brooke
Bluebell were friends.
Oh.
Yeah.
***' sucks.
Well, if you ever need someone
to talk to, I'm here.
Is it me, or is every Tyler
a complete waste of conception?
So, did you want to come here and talk
about cute boys all night, or do you want
- to dance?
- No.
You're a real ***
sociopath, you know that?
I don't even know
how that's defined exactly,
but it sounds right.
Like,
a psycho who doesn't have
the balls to go all the way.
Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
What?
Nobody puts Baby in a corner?
OK.
Dirty Dancing?
Is that like
Dancing with the Stars?
No, it's a You know what,
never mind.
Do you want to--
Take me somewhere?
Uh, we're kinda on lockdown.
Up for a little jailbreak?
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
So, um, what brings a person
as shy as you to drama club?
I'm not shy.
I just choose my words
carefully.
Well, I guess
What was that?
What?
I thought I heard something.
Anyway, I'm a writer,
so I thought maybe it would
help me with those words and
yes, come out of my shell.
I thought it was, like, a law that
all girls had seen Dirty Dancing,
so guys didn't look like complete
idiots when they use it to flirt.
Sorry, I wasn't
actually saying that
***' ***!
Hey, let's split.
- Now?
- I'm so bored.
This thing is like a kind
of suicide.
Come on.
Oooooooooooh
Cut the music.
Attention.
I need your attention!
Please maintain order
and move to the nearest--
- Snake!
- Don't panic!
You know, this isn't
normally what I do.
I'm actually a writer,
and I have a screenplay
Beautiful boy.
Mm.
How wasted you are
on women of your generation.
Oh.
Right back at you.
When I saw you earlier
Mmm.
Oh.
Who are you?
Don't stop in the middle
of a compliment.
Manners.
Earlier, when I saw you
with your ex,
I kept thinking
"There is a *** wrong
the universe needs to right.
"
I'm sorry, with whom?
Your ex-husband.
The president
of the WASP society.
Norman.
I was trying to eavesdrop,
mainly to figure out
what he possibly could be saying
other than
begging for you
to take him back.
I guess that's why
he was crying, the poor guy.
Sorry.
I didn't mean
to get all
in your ***.
- It's time for you to go.
- Hey, now, look, I-I really--
Don't make me
repeat myself.
- Since when? - Since get over it.
- Have a drink like
- a civilized person, will ya?
- Can we drop it? - We can drop it
when you stop being a see-you-
next-Tuesday and have a drink!
Roman, let it go.
What? Are you pregnant
or something?
Shut up.
Shut your lying *** mouth.
I was waiting
for the right moment, OK?
Roman, start the car.
Is it Tyler?
No, it's not Tyler.
Now, can you please start the car
and stop being such a drama queen?
- Who?
- I don't want to talk about it
- until you start the car.
- Who?
You sound like the world's
dumbest owl right--
- Who?!
- Stop it, Roman.
Stop it!
It was an angel.
It was a what?
What do you mean,
it was an angel?
It was an angel.
Literally?
It was an angel.
Tell me about it.
How do you explain dancing
to a person who has no legs?
I have legs that won't quit.
They're adjusting.
Mom's just getting to the point
where she can admit it,
and Dad wants me
to get an abortion.
Holy cow.
He thinks it's all in my head.
But I'm having this baby,
so deal with it.
I didn't say anything.
Just deal with it, OK?
and clear
That you could not stay here
You could not see
what we saw
At night
Time won't wait for
Either of us
Roman, there's something
in the road.
Stop.
Stop.
What the hell?
Holy ***.
- Oh, God.
Is--
- Hey!
Hey, you OK?
I don't want
to see that.
Is he OK?
Yeah.
Uh, there's this guy
in the road.
I nearly hit him.
I-I think he's
schizophrenic or something.
Hey.
What's your name?
miles south of the White Tower.
- Ouroboros.
- Is that your name?
- What? My name?
- It's OK.
Today I've seen the dragon.
No, it's OK.
You.
It was you.
I don't want to see that!
I don't want to see that!
I saw that cheerleader!
I saw her get killed!
Hey!
A good lover.
That is the secret.
What's that from?
A bad lover?
You could say that.
- Upir.
- What's that?
They are things that look like
you and me, but they are not.
Clothes, smile, beating heart--
these things are only masks
hiding the creature beneath.
But the eyes, ah,
they show themselves
with the eyes.
There is such darkness
that it shines.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You do the reading for Pisaro?
Nah, I watched the movie.
You know, I can never keep
the Brontë sisters straight.
Which one do fat goth girls
learn how to *** to?
Why do I get the feeling that
half the reason you talk to me
is the way people look at you
when you're talking to me?
Oh, it's more than half.
The thing is, we don't have
the same problem.
Which is?
You're only bored
if you're boring.
Yeah.
Supermarkets, you know,
they're good for the big stuff,
feeding the troops, but
slim on the finer things.
You know, my cousin Vince used
to say that some appetites
require a specialty shop.
And with the big-box stores
you know, they're getting
paid, right? Why tip 'em, right?
Call me!
"And the angels were so angry
that they flung me out,
"into the middle of the heath,
on top of Wuthering Heights,
"where I awoke sobbing for joy.
"That will do to explain
my secret, as well as the other.
"I've no more business to marry Edgar
Linton than I have to be in heaven.
So, he shall never know
how I love him--"
Are we passing notes,
- Mr.
Godfrey?
- Wouldn't dream of it, ma'am.
" as well as the other.
"I've no more business to marry Edgar
Linton than I have to be in heaven.
"And if the wicked man in there had
not brought Heathcliff so low,
"I shouldn't have
thought of it.
"It would degrade me
to marry Heathcliff now,
so he shall never know
how I love him"
He's coming where?!
I don't know.
He asked me if he could.
No, no.
Look, simple questions
have two possible answers.
I meant to say no.
But I opened up my mouth
and something else came out--
Peter! We've discussed
these people! What the hell--
Lynda, he's the only one in town
that thinks that I didn't do it!
Oh, because he did?
I just
I have this feeling
that something very important is
about to happen.
I get it.
I get it, baby.
I get it.
'Cause you've never had
a friend.
I hope those balls know
what they're doin'.
Hey.
Hey.
Come in.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Roman, this is Lynda, my mom.
Lynda, this is Roman.
Are you Hindu or something?
The photo's the grandfather,
and the statue's Ganesh.
That's the god of new
beginnings.
But I don't think
Nicolae ever actually
knew that, huh?
He used to call him Jumbo
and ask if what he had
between his legs was anything
like what he had on his nose.
- He was a real class act.
- Sit.
Oh.
Milk?
Sure.
Honey?
- Lactic acid.
- Oh.
Right, right, right.
It does funny things
to the tummy.
So, meeting
a friend of Peter's.
A first time for everything.
A very good friend,
I hope.
What are your plans
after graduation?
I guess my mom will bribe
my way into somewhere decent.
I see.
That's nice.
He gets nervous beforehand.
Hormones.
I have a tranquilizer.
No.
Yes.
Just a little
to wet my whistle.
Thank you.
There's something
like blood
How many more must die
Dead, chewed up in the reeds
Does it hurt?
You wouldn't notice
if a bus hit you.
Are you still you?
He's a good boy.
- Old Man River rolls on
- He's my handsome little honeybun.
But he knows something
is wrong
The Mississippi mud is soaked
in black blood
How many more must die
What's the G stand for?
Go suck an egg.
- Are we safe here?
- Yeah.
Just watch.
- Ah, darn.
- What?
I forgot to bring a Frisbee.
Don't joke.
Ugh!
Peter?
You gotta be *** kidding me.
I get cranky
when the moon is full
No, no, no, no hanky-panky
when the moon is full
Around midnight
when midnight struck
You left me there
out of luck
I love you, hate you,
I'm so stuck
Get cranky when the moon is
Full
