Black Christmas Page #3

but to your own kid|on Christmas?

MOTHER:
|This is my present to myself.

I don't have to listen|to you no more.

FATHER:
|You didn't listen to me before.

(door slams downstairs)

FATHER:
|Who are you?

What the f*** do you want?

MOTHER:
|He's my family now.

FATHER:
|Get out of here!

MAN:
|She's mine now.

FATHER:
|This guy?

This guy, this piece of sh*t,|is your boyfriend?

MOTHER:
|Gonna be my husband.

FATHER:
|Hey, what the f*** is that?

I was in Vietnam.

Do you think I'm afraid of|a dude holding a f***ing hammer?

No!

(thud, Father grunts)

(punch landing)

(glass breaking, Father screams)

(Father grunts, punches landing)

(glass breaking, loud thud)

(dull thud)

(breaths shuddering)

(metal striking)

(footsteps)

(door opens)

(man panting)

(wallboard creaks)

(scraping, digging)

(both grunting, panting)

(clattering)

(gasps)

(clattering)

(object rolling)

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

Alpha Kappa.

Hello?

Hello-hello.

(chuckles)

Very funny, Kyle.

I think someone's in trouble.

(beeps)

(frantic breathing|over intercom)

VOICE (imitating Mother):|You want a Christmas cookie?

You're my cookie,|and I could gobble you up!

Billy, what have you done?!

(sobbing):
|What have you done?

(imitating Stepfather):|Where's Agnes?!

(imitating Billy):|She's my family now.

Hey, shouldn't|you get going?

Don't you have lots|of toys to deliver

- to good little boys and girls?|- Shh.

VOICE (panting):
|Get out of my house.

I'm gonna kill you.

- Call the police.|- LAUREN: Please.

Police ain't gonna do sh*t|about one wack-job phone call.

Just dial ''star 69.''

MELISSA:
|That just calls him back...

unless there's something|you need him to clarify.

(beep)

Caller I.D.|says Clair's cell.

You really shouldn't|provoke somebody like that.

What would you know|about dealing with anyone

other than your NASCAR daddy?

I'm going home.

Yeah, yeah, run to Daddy!

At least my family|wants me to come home.

KELLI:
|You guys,

come on.

It's, like, Christmastime.

Yeah.

Come on, Heather.

What about your present?

Give it to Billy.

Merry Christmas, Heather.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

You're all like my family now.

Oh.

Thanks, Eve.

That's... that's so sweet.

I know you like|the Bible and stuff.

MS. MAC:
|Well, that's the spirit!

Well, come on, everybody.

Let's get|this thing rolling.

What have we got here now?

Oh! Melissa.

There you are.

And, uh...

Let's see... Dana, very nice.

I wonder what this could be.

And let's see...

Aw, ''Mrs. Mac.''

You shouldn't have.

I'll open it later.

(''Carol of the Bells'' playing)

(grunting, panting)

Not again.

(grunting)

(snoring)

Every goddamn time.

(snoring)

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