Silent Night, Deadly Night Part 2 Page #4

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And so far,

all you have done is harm.

I'm gonna check out the grounds. In the

meantime, make sure everyone stays inside.

Don't let anybody come in unless

you know exactly who it is.

No one is going to get in

that doesn't belong here.

Punish.

Poor things.

They're scared to death.

Hmm?

Oh, yes.

They need something

to keep their mind off it.

We're gonna sing.

Ready, Sister?

"Deck the Halls. "

Andrew, where do you think you're

going? Come on. We need altos.

- No! Don't!

- It's Santa.

- Chrissie, stay away!

- But Mother Superior...

- Chrissie.

- It's Santa Claus.

Stay away from him.

Come here.

Andrew,

come here.

There's no Santa Claus.

- Naughty.

- There is no Santa Claus.

Naughty. Naughty.

There is no Santa Claus!

Naughty!

You're safe now.

Santa Claus...

is gone.

Naughty.

Very naughty.

So,

this is me, huh?

They closed the orphanage

after that.

You bet.

But kindly Sister Mary

was able to find me a family.

The Rosenbergs.

They definitely did not

get involved with Christmas.

The sister gave them my...

background.

And they treated me okay.

I was finally able

to act like a kid.

Not some freak show

with a killer for a brother.

It wasn't bad.

Hell, what did I know?

I was 12 years old.

Martha? Martha. Oh, Jill. Hi.

How are you? Oh, good to see you.

Ricky, stay right there. Okay?

I'm so glad I ran into you.

- Mom.

- Just a second, honey.

- Mom.

- Ricky, darling, Mommy is talking.

- Mom, look.

- What is it, sweetheart?

I don't know what is wrong.

Oh, that's okay.

Oh!

Good afternoon,

Sisters. I'll be right with you.

Jill, hold this.

Oh, my God.

We have to go.

You've got to

understand the situation.

Understand? The boy... he

had some kind of a seizure.

This is not normal.

I was

afraid they'd send me back.

You didn't see it. You don't

know. You weren't there.

Yeah, but he's my son.

Crazy kid and all. I'd like

to know what's going on here!

If I may make a suggestion...

But Sister Mary straightened things out. And

pretty soon, the whole thing was forgotten.

Mother Superior

has assured me...

that his behavior will improve once

he has a stable family environment.

Morty, he needs us.

Come on, honey.

I'd like to spend

some time with him.

It was about five

years later that my stepdad died.

And guess what?

That hit me pretty hard.

The Rosenbergs had always

been good to me.

And I knew what

she was going through.

All alone.

After the funeral,

I needed some time.

I felt like running away.

I've never told anybody

this before.

Let it out.

Here it comes.

I used to walk for hours

on those back roads.

No one was close.

No one to lose.

You tend to get paranoid when

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