Black Christmas Page #2

(playing ''Dance of|the Sugar Plum Fairy'')

All right.

Who's f***ing with me?

(song continues)

Clair?

What are you doing?

(screaming)

(muffled screams)

(screaming)

(''Deck the Halls'' playing)

# Fa la la la la|la la la la #

# 'Tis the season to be jolly #

Hey, Santa, if I sit|on your lap,

will you give me|what I want for Christmas?

(chuckles)

SANTA:
I don't know,|you've been good all year.

You sure you want to blow it|on the last day, huh?

I'll be good.

I bet you will.

Happy holidays.

- Yeah.|- (scoffs)

Ever seen the backseat|of a sleigh?

(door closing)

# Fa la la la la la|la la la #

You know, Santa|checks his list twice.

I know you're|very, very naughty.

Hello?

WOMAN:
|Santa, my shift's over.

(chuckles)

(slurps)

You know, Santa's not one|to keep a girl waiting.

(sharp thud)

# #

Mrs. Mac, why don't you|open the present we got you.

Because we have to open|Billy's present first.

It's a 15-year Delta|Alpha Kappa tradition.

Okay, I...

I drew that name.

But can I say,|I'm sorry, I'm just,

I'm really not okay|with any of this.

I mean, buying a|Christmas present

for a serial killer?

MELISSA:
|No, you see,

serial killers murder|repeatedly for sexual thrill.

Billy Lenz|was a spree killer.

Dude just f***ing lost it.

Thank you.

HEATHER:
|Oh, whatever, Melissa, okay?

I'm just offended|by a pagan sacrifice

to ward off evil spirits|on Christmas.

Heather, we're just having|a little bit of fun.

Christmas is more about warding|off evil spirits than Halloween.

What Christmas sh*t

in this room resembles|anything Christian, huh?

It's all neo-pagan magic.

Christmas tree...

a magical rite ensuring|the return of the crops.

The mistletoe is nothing|but a conception charm.

Fifth century Christians

jacked a Roman winter festival...

and the Earth was roamed|by the demons of chaos.

And f***ing Santa Claus?

This fat voyeur|that watches you all year long

to make sure you live up to

his standards of decency before|breaking into your house?

And that is different|from what Billy did... how?

Billy didn't break in.

Billy lived here.

(puffing)

Billy Edward Lenz was born

that gave him yellow skin.

Merry Christmas, Billy.

His parents hated each other.

The mother hated Billy.

she always wanted.

all she saw

was her husband.

(tapping cigarette)

# #

(ornaments rattling)

(glass crunching)

MOTHER:
Why you bothering|putting with those cookies?

Santa ain't coming to see you.

Russians shot his sleigh down.

Santa Claus... is dead.

(whispering):
|Don't listen to her.

Listen, if you go|upstairs to your room,

you'll find something|for yourself.

Now, go.

(switch clicks)

(grunts softly)

FATHER:
Look, I don't give|a sh*t if you're mean to me,

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