Bad Apples

Synopsis: It's Halloween night, and two "bad apples" decide to play some wicked tricks on the one house in a suburban cul-de-sac that is not celebrating Halloween. They terrorize a young couple in ...
Genre: Horror
80 min


(somber music)

(woman humming)

(door bell ringing)

[Child] Trick or treat.

[Woman] Hi.

Oh, you guys look so cute here.

Alright, for you as well.


[Child] Happy Halloween.

[Woman] Okay kids,

Happy Halloween.

(woman chuckles)

(door creaking)

(knife slicing)

(dramatic music)

(woman panting)

No right.

You had no right to...

(woman mumbles)

(woman screams)

(knife slicing)

(woman crying)

[Woman] Baby Mark.

(woman crying)

(eerie music)

[Man] F*ck!

(knife slicing)

(children chattering)

(door creaking)

[Man] Honey, I'm home.

(girl spitting)

(somber tinkling music)

(birds chirping)

(moving to ominous music)

(school bell ringing)

[Principal] Happy

Halloween, students.

Masks will not be

permitted on campus today.

So, if you have a mask...

Tommy, mask, off!

[Principal] Please place

it inside your locker

and leave it there until

the end of the school day.

Thank you for your understanding

and cooperation, students.

And, have a blessed holiday.

Hey, Mama, what's your name?

My name is Mrs. Block

and I start teaching

here next week.


Because I'm a teacher

and it's my job.

No, I mean, why here?

Mrs. Block, Principal

Dale will see you now.

Thank you.

It was nice

meeting you, Tommy.

Call me.

[Secretary] God damn

it, Tommy, stop hitting

on every woman who walks

in here or I will end you.

(girls giggling)

So, how is small town life

treating you, Mrs. Block?

Well, I mean, there's

some adjustments for sure,

but, uh, it's nice.

[Principal Dale] Where

are you from originally,

Los Angeles, if

my memory serves?

Yes, my husband and I are

both native to Los Angeles.

And, you taught

middle school out there.

Yes, for about eight years.

(chuckles) Oh, that

must've been hell.

It's not as bad as you might

imagine or may have heard.

I'm sure, but I

have heard stories.

What kinda stories?

Oh, you know, troubled

youth stories, hooligans,

Los Angeles ne'er-do-wells.

I mean, there are

certainly some bad apples,

but I can assure you that is

not a California relegation.

(chuckles) Sure, sure.

But truthfully, this whole

world has gone to hell

in a hand basket and

not just Los Angeles.

We have to watch these kids

closer than ever before,

keep an eye out.

These kids, they're dangerous.

They're dangerous now.

I'm sure I'll do just fine.

Are you a God-fearing woman?

Are you asking me

if I'm religious?

I'm asking you if you

fear the good Lord on high.

I'm sorry, Principal

Dale, I'm struggling

to understand how that

question is relevant.

[Principal Dale] It's not.

Consider it a personal

inquiry on my behalf.

Okay, then I would say that

I am agnostic, if anything.

I don't subscribe to a

particular core belief system.

Oh, I see.

You're one of those

science people.

Well, never mind.

Look, Mrs. Block...

Call me Ella.

Mrs. Block.

Now, you may be used to

certain teaching methods

back where you're from

and I, and by I, I mean,

the board, respect that.

But, what you have to respect is

this is a very particular town

with a very particular

way of life,

way of belief, way of education.

If you can adapt to

that with an open mind,

you'll fit in just fine.

You come highly

recommended and frankly,

I thank the good

Lord that you're here

because we could certainly use

someone with your background.

I just don't wanna

have any issues.

There won't be any.

[Principal Dale]

Great, then I'm excited

to see you here come Monday.

Okay, see you Monday.

Oh, Mrs. Block,

Happy Halloween.

(somber music)

(birds chirping)

(phone vibrating)

(alarm chirping)

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Submitted on August 05, 2018


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