Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2 Page #3

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It's Christmas eve, and we got

orders to bring in Santa Claus.

Hey, look.

What are you doing? What

do you think you're doing?

Hold it!

Stop right there!

Daddy.

Daddy?

Daddy

almost got his present early.

But Billy was miles away.

It was something to see.

Cops stopping every Santa

between here and the state line.

But that didn't matter

to Billy.

He knew the roads...

the shortcuts.

He knew exactly

where he was going.

And nothing was gonna stop him.

At least not for long.

Look at this hill.

Virgin, man.

The only kind

you'll ever get.

I'm going down first.

What's the matter?

You afraid?

Be quiet for a minute.

I feel like somebody's

watching me.

Like who?

Well, if it isn't

Bob and Mack.

Now why don't you guys just

get the f*** out of the way?

Glad to, little man.

But, uh, we're gonna

go sledding.

Oh, that's the plan.

Yeah.

All right.

All right. I'm sorry.

Now get out of here!

Come on. Go on. Get out of here.

Yeah.

All right.

All right. Let's go.

You go first.

Oh, okay.

- Hey, what if I hit a tree?

- Just go.

Yeah.

Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!

Whoa!

All right.

Now watch this.

Aaah!

Oh, God!

Billy hated bullies.

But he was starting

to leave a bloody trail.

Three more murders.

I'm alerting my men

all night.

Kid may be nuts,

but he's not stupid.

There oughta be a way

we can predict his next move.

Oh, my Lord.

Sister Margaret had it

all figured out.

She always knew the score.

But Mother Superior

called the shots.

It's fairly obvious

where he was going.

Really? Well, maybe you were

just jerking off here then.

- Huh?

- If you say so.

You're good, Doc,

but I know all the moves.

I could squash you

like a bug.

- You don't scare me.

- Not yet.

I want those papers

folded and stacked.

And I want each one of you to write a nice

"thank you" to Santa for his visit later.

If any of you get wet or start

to feel cold, come back inside.

Wow.

Cut it out!

See who's coming?

Billy?

This is Officer Barnes. I'm

approaching the orphanage now.

Sh*t!

All right, hold it! Don't take

another step or I'll shoot!

- Billy.

- Get away from him!

Billy.

Oh, my God.

Children, inside!

Hurry!

Ricky!

Come away from there.

- One problem.

- It wasn't Billy.

It was old man Kelsey,

the janitor.

Poor, deaf son of a b*tch.

Mother Superior

was pretty pissed off.

I guess the cop kind of

felt bad about it too.

I couldn't give a sh*t.

I knew Billy'd

take care of him.

He was dressed

as a Santa Claus.

I'm sorry for what happened, but

there is a killer on the way here.

Oh, the children.

No harm must come to the

children. Do you understand?

- That's why I'm here, Sister.

- I am Mother Superior.

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