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(Joan gasps)

- Oh, Romano.

You know you're not allowed
in the ladies' room.

- The subway, I gotta
find the subway.

- [Joan] No, no, Romano,
you don't want the subway.

That's such a dirty place.

- Dr. Vandice told me,
it's time for me to go.

My mother is waiting.

- Romano, let's
go to the day room

and do your exercises, huh?

- But Dr. Vandice said
that I could go home.

- He did?

- I gotta find the
subway, Dr. Gilmore.

That's the way home.

- Romano, come with me. Come on.

- [Nurse] Dr.
Harris. Dr. Harris.

Dr. Harris to the OR.

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(patients chattering)

- [Woman] Come on.

- [Man] Don't do this to me.

- No.
- Yes, you do.

(patients chattering)

- No, man.

- [Patient] No, no, no, no.

- Don't do this, man.

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- Dr. Vandice, did you sign
papers on Romano Hunter?

Dr. Vandice.
- What?

- Did you sign release
papers on Romano Hunter?

- Who?

- Romano Hunter. Over there.

- Oh, yes.

Dr. Kruger said we were scheduled
to release more patients.

- How can you and Dr. Kruger
keep releasing patients

as disabled as Romano?

This is the fifth one
in the last two weeks!

- I believe I know more
about these matters

than you do, Dr. Gilmore.

- I'm sure you do, Doctor.

Your wisdom and expertise in
these matters is legendary.

Dr. Anderson, I don't
see how they can justify

discharging Romano.

The man can't even think-

- Oh, Joan, you know how
desperately overcrowded

and understaffed we are.

Kruger's release program has
really benefited everyone.

With fewer patients, we
can give more attention

to the really serious cases.

Now, (sighs) this
is the release list

for the last two weeks.

I'm sure you'll agree
that none of these people

are dangerous to society.

- Oh, Doctor, it's just that-
- Oh, Joan.

In a perfect world, we would
keep every patient here

until they were cured.

In the real world, however,
we barely have enough money

to take care of them.

Kruger's idea is
simply to move patients

back into society as
simply as possible.

- Well, I think he's
wrong in this case.

- Well, if you feel that
strongly about Romano,

we'll keep him, though
I may have to put him

back on your caseload.

- Of course.

- Okay. Consider it done.

- Oh:

You take this block. Now,
where should this go?

Can you find out?

- What are these
patients doing here?

- It's all right, Dr. Kruger.

Dr. Anderson agreed to
rescind his release.

- I'm not talking about Romano.

What is this man doing here?

- John? John Howard?

- Yes, John Howard.

- I didn't do anything.

I didn't.
- Damn it,

why didn't you tell me

you were gonna hold
on to this patient?

- But I didn't.

He was on the list
exactly as we discussed.

At least I think he was.

- Yes, he was on the list.

- Go away.

- Oh Christ.

You know perfectly
well our budget

doesn't permit this
kind of leeway.

Now the system is burdened
with two additional patients.

- But I know I
released five patients.

There must be
something wrong here.

I distinctly remember
five patients on the list.

- There must be
something wrong here.

- Romano, get back over there.

- John Howard.

I'm positive I signed a
release for John Howard.

I mean, I realize
we can't afford to-

- It's all right,
Roger, no need to go on.

I'm sure there were proper
and justifiable reasons

for retaining them.

Dr. Gilmore here made the point

that Romano was
unprepared for release.

Dr. Anderson probably
thought it was too soon

for John as well.

Well, I hope you're
right, Doctor.

It'd be a shame to
prevent this man

from rejoining society as a
functioning, healthy individual.

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- [Patient] No, no, no.

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- [Paul] Okay, come on.

I'll take care of
the food, okay?

- [Susan] Yeah.

- Hello, Ruth.

May I use the
computer for a minute?

- Haven't met me.
- Trying to show me

that you can catch fish, huh?

(Paul chuckles)

Can't catch fish.

- Dr. Kruger knows about this?

- You think I'd come
here if he didn't?

- All right, I'll be in
the lounge if you want me.

- Okay.

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Howard, John Howard.

Howard Johns?

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Oh my God.

They released the wrong man.

(glass breaking)
(Susan screaming)

- Paul. (screams)
- What's goin' on?

(Sledgehammer banging)
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- Who's out there?
- Oh my God.

- Who's out there?
(Susan screaming)

(Sledgehammer banging)

- Don't go.
- Let go of me.

- Please don't go away!

Where'd he go?

(Sledgehammer bangs)
- Oh!

(Susan screams)
(Paul cries out)

(glass breaking)
(Susan screaming)

- No, please, don't. (screams)

Oh my God. (screaming)

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(Susan cries out)

- [Nurse] Dr.
Daniels. Dr. Daniels.

Dr. Daniels to emergency.

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(objects rattles)
(light fixture thuds)

(Joan gasps)

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(Joan gasps)

- What do you want?

- I wanted to check on the
condition of one of the patients.

- Only those with permission
from Dr. Kruger work in Ward I.

- I'm a doctor,
Virgil, remember?

- You're not allowed in there.

Besides, these people
can't be helped.

They don't have no
minds to examine.

They're the living dead, Doc.

We got 'em plugged in,
juiced up 24 hours a day.

Not much for a doctor
like you to do.

- I think I should
be the judge of that.

- Even if you wanna
work with the dead,

you still have to get
permission from Dr. Kruger.

- But I-

- See Kruger, Dr. Gilmore.

(birds chirping)

- [Students] Bye! Bye!

- Okay, listen, I meet you
in the luggage room, okay?

- Okay. See ya later.
- Bye-bye.

- Hi, Prof.

- Hi, Barbara. Have
a good vacation.

- Thanks. Bye!

(students chattering)

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No! (cries out)

No! (screaming)

No! (screaming)

(Barbara grunting)
(skull crunching)

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- Oh my God.

- Doc.
(fist banging)

I told you you're
not allowed in here.

- A doctor should make that
decision, not an attendant.

- What's these papers
you got here, Doc?

- I want you to tell me
what's going on in this ward.

These conditions are inhuman.

- These patients are inhuman.

We get all the weird
ones, the real crazies.

For them, Ward I
is the last stop.

- They're on Thorasil,
Doc. One body to a bag.

They live and they're
gonna die here.

- You can't do that.

You can't keep a person
permanently locked up like that.

They need exercise.

- Electricity, Doc. The
miracles of modern science.

We give 'em two minutes
on these babies,

better than four
hours of jogging.

- Yeah, it keeps 'em sharp,

and best of all
there's no bedsores.

- Let me by.

- Come on, Doc.
Don't be hostile.

- How would you like another
disciplinary report on file?

- You cannot come in here-

- I can do exactly what I want.

Now, let me by.

- We shouldn't be enemies, Doc.

Come on, let's have
a cup of coffee,

get to know one another.

- You'll address me as
Doctor, and there's nothing

we need to know about one
another except that I'm staff

and you're an attendant.

(Virgil laughing)

- Why, you wouldn't forget
about me, would you?

- Ch, of course not. (chuckles)

Bye.

- Dr. Kruger, you remember
that patient from yesterday?

- Don't you think it'd be
a little more professional

if we talked privately
in my office?

- This is important. I've
discovered a terrible mistake.

- Discovered? What
are you talking about?

- I'm talking about John Howard.

I think the wrong patient
was discharged in his place.

- Oh really?

And what has led you to
this startling conclusion?

- Here, look at the
computer printout.

- How did you get hold of this?

I never gave you
access to these files.

- Kruger, you've got a
killer on the streets.

Instead of letting
John Howard free,

you've released Howard
Johns, a dangerous psychotic.

- And how did you
get that information?

- Oh, I checked Ward I to
find Howard Johns' bed empty

and this discharge paper.

- You were in Ward I?

- Someone had to check on this.

- How the hell did
you get into Ward I?

You can't just wander around
there without clearance.

- Clearance? What clearance?

Howard Johns didn't need
clearance to get out of Ward I.

Oh look, what are you
doing to these poor people?

Either you release
them prematurely

or you stuff 'em
in a plastic bag.

- All right, all right,
you've got my attention.

- So? What are you gonna do?

You can't just let
a criminal psychotic

like Johns roam the city.

Considering his condition,
he's going to be a real joy

on the streets of Manhattan.

- Have you told anybody else?

- No, not yet.

I wanted you to be the
first to hear the good news.

I'm on my way to
Anderson's office now.

- I don't think you need
disturb Dr. Anderson right now.

I've got a meeting with
her myself shortly.

I can tackle the
problem with her then.

- Is that it?

- I think so.

Look, if Howard Johns
has been released,

I'm sure we can get him back
without too much trouble.

Certainly nothing to bother
your pretty little head about.

All right?

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(birds chirping)

- [Lorraine] You inherit $100.

- You're wiping me out.

- Boardwalk.
- Boardwalk?

- 50.

(chuckles) Thanks.

Listen, if you need
a loan, let me know.

- [Cheryl] I need one.

- Jane, what is the rush?

Your parents aren't expecting
you for about three days.

- [Lorraine] (chuckles)
It's not as if Brockport

will be more interesting.

(Pam laughs)

Park Place, here I come.

- Oh, I don't believe it.

- I know.
- She always gets Park Place.

- Hey, why don't you guys come
with me to Ft. Lauderdale?

- I'm sure you'll
enjoy yourself.

- Who me, with all those guys?

(girls laugh)

- What makes you think the guys
are gonna look at this face?

(Cheryl chuckles)

- Pam, dear, it's not
my fault your parents

didn't give you enough money
to get away from this place.

- Ooh.
- Oh, I want some pictures

of you before you go.

- [Lorraine] Okay.

- Miss Lorraine,
center stage, please.

- [Lorraine] Sure.

♪ Da da ba

♪ Ba da da

- [Pam] Come on, Lorraine.

♪ Ba da ba Do
it! I Ba ba da da

- Now, wait a minute, girls.

I can't even think...

Stop, you stop that!

You slut, you.

- Mrs. Collins.
- You, you whore!

- Mrs. Collins!
- You stop that!

- Listen, stop. It's all right.

- You shouldn't be
flaunting your nakedness

in front of the world.

- It's not the whole
world. It's just us.

It's all right. It's all right.

- Mrs. Collins, we
were only kidding.

- Yes, I'm sorry. I
sort of overreacted.

You don't fool around
with temptation.

- A little temptation
is good for you.

It takes you along way.

- Cut it out, Pam,
you're not being funny.

- You should be getting ready.

You're supposed to take a plane.

- Yeah, don't you have
a seven o'clock flight?

- Yeah, I didn't
pack yet either.

- Um, listen, we're gonna go
out to the handball courts.

Why don't you come by and
say goodbye before you go?

- Yeah.
- Okay?

- And don't let the
boogeyman get ya.

- I'm warning you two.

Leave me alone down there.

I don't have time for
your stupid jokes.

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(object clatters)
(Lorraine gasps)

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(hand thuds)

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(object thuds)

Pam? Cheryl?

Come on, guys.

You guys there?

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Pam?

Cheryl?

Pam?

(Lorraine screaming)
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(Lorraine grunting)

(steam hissing)

- I've called this meeting
because of a serious accident

that was brought to my
attention by Dr. Gilmore.

Because of the
similarities in the names

of two of our patients,
a release order

was accidentally
signed for a man

that the state had
declared criminally insane.

Now, all this could've
been a monstrous problem.

- Dr. Anderson, I must
apologize for both my staff

and indeed myself, but
fortunately I have discovered

that the problem
was merely clerical.

Howard Johns, the patient in
question, was not released

as some people seem
to have assumed.

- What do you mean?

- (chuckles) It's
really quite simple.

You see, Howard Johns
was not discharged

as the papers indicated.

The record should
have read deceased.

- I don't understand.

Then why wasn't
John Howard released

as you originally intended?

- We shoulda noticed
the problem ourselves.

You can see that while Howard
Johns' file reads discharged,

John Howard's file
mistakenly reads deceased,

an obvious switch
in the records.

- You see, after the
Barrington sorority murders,

he was found innocent
by reason of insanity

and was committed to
Cresthaven Hospital.

He passed away from natural
causes September 27th.

- Okay, thanks very much.

Now, we've really
been very lucky

that nobody dangerous
has been released.

But this kind of
error is inexcusable.

It's unacceptable.

- Dr. Anderson, could
I ask one question?

- [Dr. Anderson] Mm-hmm.

- What was done with
Howard Johns' body?

- Cremation, you see-
- The research division-

- Well, Doctors, what
did happen in this case?

I hardly think the
research department

would have much use for a
body that's been cremated.

- Dr. Kruger is more familiar
with this case than I am.

- Thank you.

Now, in cases like these when
the patient dies intestate

and without family,
the standard procedure

is to cremate the body.

- And is that what happened?

- Yes, yes, Virgil
saw to it last week.

- May I see the death
certificate and cremation order?

- What?

What death certificate?
- Think what you're implying

is slightly out of line?

- It should be
available, shouldn't it?

- Dr. Gilmore, what
business is this

of yours?
- Oh, please, please, please,

will everyone be quiet?

Thank you.

Joan, I don't have any problem

with presenting you with
the death certificate.

- Now?

- Well, are these documents
kept in the files?

- Certainly.

Of course it may
take several days

to get the information back.

You see, when I
discovered the error,

I sent the papers immediately
to the state for correction.

- Dr. Kruger, Joan, may I see
you both for a moment, please?

This was a most unfortunate
incident, Dr. Kruger.

I feel that you're rushing
your program a bit.

I want you to ease up. Do
your homework more thoroughly.

- Now Dr. Anderson, you know
our policy about the patients.

- Ease up.

It's more important that
we don't make any mistakes.

- Yes.

- Joan, you've been
with us how long now?

- Four months.

- That's all?

You must have been assigned
every weekend since July.

How 'bout taking
this weekend off?

Give you a chance to
get some of the pressure

from this place
off your shoulders.

- Sounds like a good idea.

- Good. I'll see
ya Monday morning.

And then in the meantime,
all the paperwork

on the late Howard
Johns will be completed.

Okay.

- I'm glad you're taking
some time off, Dr. Gilmore.

It's not good for a psychiatrist

to experience too
much stress, you know.

Two of the patients in
Ward I used to be shrinks.

Bye.

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(Joan clears throat)

(knuckles tapping)

- Excuse me.

(sheriff snoring)

- Oh, hi.

- Hi.

Could you direct me to the
person in charge, please?

- Oh, sure, sure.

It's me. I'm Sheriff Liggett.

What can I do for ya?

- Oh, my name is Joan Gilmore.

I'm a psychiatrist at Cresthaven
Hospital in Manhattan.

Um

Would it be possible for
me to see police records

concerning one of my
patients, a Howard Johns?

- Why?

- Well, as I said,
he's a patient of mine

and I could use the
additional background

in my work with him.

- The only damn
background you need

about that son of a
bitch is he's nuts.

- He's not nuts, Sheriff,
he has an illness.

- Oh yeah?

Well look, Dr. Gilmore.
You see this, huh?

- Yes.

- Well, I wasn't
just born with this.

Mr. Johns did this to me.

Now, why are ya here?

- Actually, I suspect that
he was mistakenly released

from hospital
sometime Wednesday.

And considering his
illness and condition,

I wanna find him and get him
under some kind of supervision

before he gets hurt or
can hurt someone else.

- Wait a minute, wait a minute,

just let's back up
a little bit, huh?

You suspect he was released?
You mean you don't know?

- Well, there was
a clerical error

and he may have been
released in place

of another patient.

Look, can you help me?

I'm not sure if it
would even be possible

for him to come back here, but-

- Oh, that worm would
crawl his way back here

if ya dropped him on the
far side of the moon.

- Well, regardless, I think
it's important we find him.

- Okay, Dr. Gilmore,
thanks for the tip.

Listen, call me tomorrow.

I have to check this out
before I could give you

any information from our files.

- If you talk to the hospital,

they'll tell you Johns has died.

- What?

- Well, it is a possibility.

- Are you kidding me?
I mean, what is this?

Is that bastard really dead

or are you just making
up stories, huh?

- It's possible he is dead.

- Look, why don't you go
over to the newspaper office

across the green.

They'll give you all
the information ya need.

- It would be better if I could
see official police records.

- Check the newspapers.
That's your best bet.

- Thank you, Sheriff.
I appreciate the help.

- Don't mention it.
Please, don't mention it.

Hello, Valerie?

Listen, Val, get me
Mark McGowan right away

and also get me the number

of the Cresthaven Mental
Hospital in Manhattan.

Cresthaven, Cresthaven.

Right, I wanna talk
to someone in charge

about that screwball
Howard Johns.

Right. Thanks, Val.

Hello, Mark?

(birds chirping)

- [Joan] Hello?

- Yes. I help you?

- I hope so. The
sheriff said you might.

I'm doing research for a
magazine article on Howard Johns.

Could I see your
microfilm files?

- We don't have microfilm files.

- It's all right, Anne.

- Why do you wanna know
about Howard Johns?

- Anne, I'll take care of this.

- Oh, you have work to do.

(phone ringing)
This is not something

you should waste your time on.

- Who's wasting time?

(phone ringing)

If you wanna take a
look at our back issues,

you're welcome to, but you could
uh spend a month down there

wading through
all that material.

- They're not in order, then?

- No. (chuckles)

Mark has too many interests
outside the newspaper.

- Which is why I can not do
without you, Anne, my dear.

- Mark, it's Paul Barton.

- You take care of it.

So, I understand that
you are interested

in the sorority massacres.

- Yes.

- You know, "The Voice“ sold
out for three solid months

on that subject.

- It's about the
school board issue.

- Tell him that I'm in
a meeting with a writer.

What was your magazine?

- “National Report.“

- A writer from the
"National Report.“

Who happens to moonlight as
a psychiatrist at Cresthaven.

- (chuckles) The
sheriff called, huh?

- Yes. Mark McGowan.

- Joan Gilmore.

- Hi.

Listen, I'd be interested in
any information you might have

on Barrington's favorite son.

- Wants to talk to you.

- Anne, I'll be back shortly.

- (sighs) Hi, Paul?

- How's this for an idea?

You wanna get more information
about Johns, right?

- Right.

- So, like a good
investigative reporter,

I arrange for you
to become an alumnus

of the sorority in question.

It's mid-semester break.

You're passing through town.

There are plenty of empty
rooms in the sorority house.

There you are at the
scene of the crime.

When you get your
patient, I get my story.

- Cute idea, country boy.

How do I pass myself off
as an ex-sorority member?

- Anne, in my office, she
was a Delta Omega sister.

We could borrow her ring.

- Well, you've just got it all
figured out now, haven't you?

(Joan chuckles)

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- If you run into Lorraine
in Ft. Lauderdale,

you tell her that I
am a little pissed

that she didn't say goodbye.

Okay?
- Okay.

- Don't let it bug you.
You know she's like that.

- Yeah, she's such a snob.

- Oh, but she's a sister,

you know?
- Oh.

- Look at those things.

- I'll see you.
- Bye-bye.

- Excuse me, hi.

- [Both] Hi.

- My name is Joan Gilmore.

I was an Omega sister at Boston

and I thought since I'm in town,

maybe I could spend
the night here?

- Yeah.
- This is the week to crash.

Not many of us left with
the fall break and all.

- I'm Cheryl, that's Pam,

and this is Jane.
- Hi.

- Pleasure.

- Oh, you will have to get
permission from old Mrs. Collins.

- Here she comes. (chuckles)

I'm Ms. Collins.

It's fine, you're welcome
to stay, Miss Gilmore.

Would you please help her
with taking the bag up?

- Oh.
(girls chuckle)

- I live across the way.

Perhaps you would like to
come over see me later.

- [Joan] Wonderful.

- Oh, you can stay
in Lorraine's room.

- Yeah, we'll put
your things away

and we'll show you around.

- Well, thank you.

This could be fun.
(girls giggle)

I feel years younger already.

- Come on.

(birds chirping)

(girls laughing)

- Ooh, this is great.

You must like it here, huh?

- It's not so great on the
holidays with no guys around.

- Hey, Omega is the
best sorority on campus.

- Hey, is it true what I heard
in town about this sorority?

- Oh, what were
they telling you?

- Oh, that someone was
murdered here a long time ago.

- Oh yeah, you mean
the Sorority Slaughter.

- Please, Cheryl, I don't
wanna hear about that.

(soft ominous music)

- [Joan] It's true then?

- Yeah, blood and
guts and everything.

- Oh Cheryl, you are
really disgusting.

- Well, what happened?

- It was eons ago. We don't
really know the whole story.

- Would Mrs. Collins
know anything about it?

- Probably. She's been
around forever. (chuckles)

And she's a nosy old bag.

- She's always spying on us.

- If anyone would know
the all the gory details,

it would be her, but
she won't talk about it.

- Could we please just
change the subject?

- Jane, an Omega sister
can't be bothered

with a little blood.

- Let's go. I'll show you
the rest of the place.

- [Joan] Great. Lead on.

- See you guys later.

(soft ominous music continues)

(knuckles tapping)

(knuckles tapping)

- [Joan] Hello?

- Oh, (chuckles) Miss
Gilmore. Please come in.

I'd completely forgotten that
you were coming. (chuckles)

- Well, actually,
it's Dr. Gilmore.

- Oh.
(Joan chuckles)

I'm helping myself to a sip
of sherry or two. (chuckles)

It gets very quiet up
here on vacation time.

- Oh, that's all
right, Mrs. Collins.

I can understand.

Must be tough taking care
of all those girls, hmm?

- Then you get fond
of them, right?

And then they leave. (chuckles)

Won't you sit down?

- Thank you.

It gets lonely.

- Yes.

It's very lonely.

The girls are all
I have left now.

And Francis is gone.
Francis is my son.

He loved me. (chuckles)

He used to bring me fresh
flowers every morning.

Then God took him away.

Would you like some sherry?

- No, no thank you.

- Do you have children?

- No, I don't.
- No?

You know, children, they
are a gift to the world.

I try to protect my girls,
my girls against everything,

against sickness,
against bad grades,

against bad boyfriends.

- And murder?

You were house mother when
it happened, weren't you?

- What kind of a doctor are you?

- I'm a psychiatrist,
Mrs. Collins.

- You have no right. You
really have no right.

- It must be very
hard. I'm sorry.

- Yes, it's hard. I
don't sleep nights.

I have nightmares.

- Tell me about
it. It might help.

- It was a terrible night.

(soft ominous music)

Howard, the house custodian,

he always went away, you see.

He always went away
during pledge week.

Hell's week, that's what
the girls called it.

So this one particular
night, he comes back.

(sighs) He could
be so disobedient.

- [Sorority Sister]
Girls, you wanna be

a Delta Omega sister, you've
gotta learn how to take it.

- [Mrs. Collins] He started
to spy on the girls.

- Come on, Colleen, harder.

(upbeat music)
(paddle smacking)

What's the matter, does it hurt?

- [Mrs. Collins] And he
was only 19. Why not?

(upbeat music continues)
(paddle smacking)

- Don't smile.

- [Mrs. Collins] Oh,
those Omega girls,

they were something else now.

And they knew it.

- That creepy guy,
Johns? He's watching us.

- So what do you
wanna do about it?

- Oh, let's get
rid of these plebs

and have some fun with him.

- Good idea.

(girls giggling)

- [Mrs. Collins] They put their
pledges through real hell.

And they did the
same to poor Howard.

They even tried
to get him drunk.

- Howard, Howard, who's that?
- Shh!

- Who is that, Howard?
- What's she doing?

- [Sorority Sister]
Who is that, Howard?

- [Mrs. Collins]
They teased him.

- Hi.
- Who is that?

(girls laughing)
- Turn around,

get a better look.

Turn around. There ya go.

(girls laughing)
(paddle thudding)

- [Mrs. Collins] He
was so humiliated.

He was so frightened.

So finally he struck back.

(gun fires)

(girls screaming)

(gun fires)
(girls screaming)

(gun fires)
(girls screaming)

(gun fires)

(suspenseful music)

None of the girls survived.

(gentle piano music)

- There must have been
more to it than that.

- That's all it took.

Johns was watching one of their

childish initiation
ceremonies and they decide

to get even with him by
giving him a spanking.

Unfortunately he
wasn't sane enough

to handle that
kind of treatment.

His mind snapped.

- Not exactly like something
out of a Norman Rockwell.

- No, not exactly.

- 80, Dr. Gilmore,
how does it feel

to be a cub reporter on
the “Barrington Voice"?

- Well, I hadn't really
thought about it,

but I keep thinking about
all those helpless people

back at the hospital, and Johns
out there somewhere alone.

- I think you are being
too hard on yourself.

It is not your job to take care

of every patient 24 hours a day.

Leave some work for some
of the other doctors.

- Mark, I don't trust
the other doctors.

I think there's something
terribly wrong at Cresthaven.

- I think I know what it is.

- You do?
- Sure.

Shh.

It's a plot.

They're spying you.
They're all out to get you.

Even as we sit here talking,
the diabolical Dr. Kruger

is lurking nearby,
ready to pounce.

- (laughs) Okay,
okay, I'm sorry.

I guess I do sound a
little melodramatic, huh?

I don't seem to be doing
very well right now.

- You seem to be
doing all right to me.

- Oh, I'm not so sure.

What if I'm wrong? What
if he did die last week?

- What if you're right?

- Well, if I'm right,
I think I'll find John

somewhere in Barrington.

- Hmm-hmm, and I will be obliged
to do the chivalrous thing.

- What?

- Protect you.

My town, ma'am.

Guard you every minute.

Stay with you
throughout the night.

- (laughs) Pretty
confident, aren't you?

- Mm-hmm.

(birds chirping)

- Hi!

- Good morning.
- Hi.

- Good morning.

Did you have a good
night last night?

- It was wonderful.

- [Pam] What would you
like for breakfast?

- Oh, I'll just have
some coffee, thanks.

- You remember that murder you
were asking about yesterday?

- [Joan] Yeah.

- I'm going upstairs
to finish packing.

- Well, if you want, I can
show you where it happened.

- [Joan] Great. When?

- Right now.

- Now?

- [Cheryl] Why not?

- Well, okay.
- [Cheryl] Wanna go with us?

- Count me out.

- Okay. Let's go.

(soft ominous music)

They used to have their
initiation in the boiler room

but we can't anymore. (laughs)

- Why not?

- Because of the killings.

- Ew.

Where'd he live?
- In a room in the back.

We keep our luggage there now.

Here we are. (laughs)

(soft ominous music continues)

This is it.

(sighs) The trouble
is, no one will say

exactly where it happened.

But if you look closely,
you can find blood stains

almost anywhere on the walls.

(Joan groans)

- Hey, what you doin'
(both gasp)

Messin' around down here?

School's over.

Get your buns outta here
like everybody else.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Hammer,
we were “lust on our way

to the storage room
to get our luggage.

We're going right away.

- Well, go on, but
don't go messin' 'round

where you don't
belong, you hear?

(laughs) Watch for them rats.

They keep gettin' bigger
and meaner every year.

- Rats?

(Mr. Hackler laughs)

(soft ominous music continues)

- Oh, I don't remember
it smelling this bad.

Let's get out of here.

- Oh, come on, Cheryl, I
thought Omega girls were tough.

- Immune to a stink
like this? No way.

I'm getting out of
here. This is gross.

We were gonna go
into town today.

Do you wanna go with us?

- No thanks. You go ahead.

I think I'll stay here
and look around some.

See ya tonight?

- Sure, if you can
find your way out.

(both chuckle)

Bye.
- Bye.

(soft ominous music continues)

(suspenseful music)

Howard Johns?

Why don't we go outsi-(gasps)

Where it's nicer, hmm?

Let me go. Help!

- What's goin' on?

- Oh, Mr. Hackler,
please come quickly.

There's someone in there.
He just grabbed me.

What happened to the lights?

- Musta blown a fuse.

(soft ominous music)

I don't see a damn
thing in here.

You damn girls sure
like to fool around.

Come on, I want
you outta here now.

I said come on, damn
it. I got work to do.

(ominous music)

- [Receptionist] Cresthaven.

- Hello, would you connect
me with Dr. Anderson, please?

This is Dr. Gilmore.

- [Receptionist]
One moment, please.

- Cheryl!

- Joan, how are you? Why are
you calling me on your day off?

- [Joan] Doctor, listen.
I found Howard Johns.

I'm up in Barrington,
New York and I found him.

- You've done what?

- I found Howard Johns,

the psychotic that
Kruger said was dead?

- [Dr. Anderson]
You've seen him?

- Yes, he's here at
the Omega sorority.

- Well, if you've caught him,
I'll have the ambulance sent.

- [Joan] No, I was alone
and I couldn't stop him,

but I know it's him.

- All right, now listen,
Joan. You stay put.

I'll get some of our people
up there as fast as I can.

- I can't wait.

I don't think he's
hurt anyone yet,

but you're more than
three hours away

and I think he's violent.

I'm on my way to the
sheriff's office now.

- That sheriff won't
be able to handle him.

You wait till I get
some of our people

up there who can cope.

- Doctor, I don't
trust our people.

- Okay, and be careful.

- And you did a fine
job on this layout.

- Well, thank you.

- I'll have it blown up.

- Good.

(typewriter clacking)

- Anne, I gotta see
Mark. Where is he?

- Do you have my ring?

- Oh, please, where's Mark?

- Ooh!

- Oh, Mark, I've seen
him. He attacked me.

- Who, Johns?

- Yes, we've gotta do
something right away.

- Have you seen Liggett?

- No. You've gotta come with me.

- Okay, I understand. Maybe
this'll get him off his butt.

Come on.

- Sheriff?

- Well, well, well. The
sexy shrink returns.

Still searching for
your phantom psycho?

- He's out at the
college and I'm afraid

he's gonna hurt someone.

- You saw the son of a bitch?

- Yes, she saw him.

Sheriff, there are girls out
on that campus right now.

If we don't do something,

he could go berserk
all over again.

- Now cool it, McGowan. Don't
give me any of your shit.

The little lady herself
told me he might be dead.

Anyway, I'm waiting for some
information from the hospital.

- But I'm telling you, I've
seen him at the school.

The security guard was with me.

- Hackler? Hackler saw him, too?

- Well no, not exactly.

Johns was gone when
we went back to look.

I don't know how, but he
must have hidden somewhere.

- Oh, I see.

- Look, I found his ID bracelet.

(Joan sighs)

- Tell us more.

- Joan, are you
sure it was Johns?

- Look, I talked to
the hospital yesterday.

They told me she
never even seen Johns,

so how does she know it was him?

- It's him.

He probably thinks
(phone ringing)

They're the same girls
that hurt him 20 years ago.

- Did you see him, McGowan?

- No, I wasn't there.
(phone ringing)

- And what does that tell ya?

- Just answer your
phone, will ya?

- Hello? Yes, put him through.

It's the Cresthaven Hospital.

- Speak to Dr.
Anderson, Sheriff.

- Hello? Dr. Kruger.

- No, you've gotta
speak to Anderson!

- Hey, hold it down
in my office, will ya?

Hello? Yes, Dr. Kruger,
did you get my message?

- Yes, I believe you called
about one of our ex-patients,

Mr. Howard Johns.

- [Sheriff] An ex-patient?

- Yes, yes,
unfortunately you see,

he passed away last
week whilst in our care.

Yes, a sad case, a
very sad case indeed,

but quite hopeless, I'm afraid.

Dr. Anderson? Yes,
yes, she's here.

Just a moment, Sheriff,
I'll get her for you.

- Yes, Sheriff. That's right,
Howard Johns is deceased.

If you'll turn on
your facsimile machine

we'll send you the death
certificate right now.

- It's the best news I've had
since the mayor dropped dead.

- I don't care what they say.

Don't you understand?
They're trying to cover up.

- Look, you said you
wanted proof Johns is dead?

Dr. Anderson is
accommodating you.

Boy, I sure am glad that
creep is outta the way.

(fax machine beeping)

- [Joan] He's out
there, Sheriff.

- Look, lady, forget it.
I don't want any trouble.

Now, Dr. Anderson, the
head of Cresthaven,

the very person you wanted
me, no, the very person

you demanded I talk to
said Johns is dead, right?

Well, there's your
goddamn death certificate,

and there's Dr. Anderson's
signature, right?

That's good enough for me.

- He's right, Joan.

How can it be a mistake?
It can't be Johns.

- You're wrong. He's at
the school and dangerous.

I'm going back.

- Wait a minute,
let's talk first.

- Forget it.

- Yeah, forget it.

Why don't you just get
the fuck outta here

and let me in peace, huh?

Just because the goddamn
broad is so good lookin'

don't mean we all have
to think with our dicks!

Huh? Right!

- Well, that should
settle the issue.

- [Roger] I hope so.

- I think you should
get Jesse and Virgil

up here immediately.

- Why?

- For all your
education, Doctor,

you rarely find much use
for your mind, do you?

We have been forced
to put on record

the death of Howard Johns.

What happens if he
should be found alive?

- You're not suggesting
that we kill him ourselves?

- Kruger, I want you to
find Jesse this instant

and get him up to that college
as quickly as possible.

Do you understand?

- You are suggesting.

- Do you understand?

- Jesse.

- Here are the medical supplies.

- You both know
what he looks like.

I want this job done
quietly, no uproars.

We want him back, but
it's more important

that he isn't found.

- Dr. Gilmore also?

- Oh yes.

(Jesse laughs)

- Joan, will you at
least talk to me?

- Why didn't you back me up?
- What'd you expect me to do

after seeing the
death certificate?

- I don't know.

I just expected you to have a
little bit more faith in me.

- I'm here, aren't I?

You weren't exactly a pillar
of truth and wisdom back there.

- Wait a minute.

Will you believe me now?

- Flat tire. Hmm,
what's that prove?

(Joan sighs)

All right, okay, Joan.

But let's keep this to
ourselves until we know more.

There is no need unnecessarily
frightening those girls.

- All right, I'll
go along with that,

as long as I know
the girls are safe.

(girls giggling)

Hi, girls.

- Hi.

- This is Mark.

- Oh, so this is Mark.

- Hi, Mark.

- Those creeps have ruined
the tires on my car.

- Jane, what creeps?

- Oh, you know, the
guys from the frat

over at Summit College.

It's just their idea of fun.
- Wait till they get here.

Then we'll really have some fun.

- Would you guys shut up?

You're talking about fun and
my vacation is being ruined.

Shoulda left an hour ago and
I've got a five-hour drive.

It's a real crummy way
to start a vacation.

- Did you call the police?

- [Cheryl] Oh sure,
with no phones?

- [Pam] They cut the wires.

- But what about Mrs. Collins?
Isn't her phone working?

- No, Mrs. Collins isn't home.

The whole place
is just locked up.

- Listen, I know it would
be an inconvenience,

but I just wanna
get out of here.

Do you think you could
drop me by the lake?

It's only a few
miles down the road

and my sister and her boyfriend
are camping out there.

I can get a ride out
with them in the morning.

- Could you excuse us
just a minute? Joan.

- Ha! Where did she find him?

- I'm never gonna

get outta here.
- I don't know.

- [Pam] Oh, don't worry.

- What do you wanna do?

We still don't know if there's
anything to worry about.

- And what if there is?

- [Cheryl] It'll be okay.

- Yeah, well, we can't
all fit in your car.

- [Pam] Will you relax?

- [Cheryl] Don't worry about it.

- I won't leave them alone.

(girls chattering)

- Okay, how about this?

The lake's near my house.

I'll drop Jane off, call
telephone repair from my place,

and be back here in a half hour.

- [Pam] Will you relax?

- [Cheryl] Don't worry about it.

- Okay.
- You'll get there.

- [Jane] You don't
have to drive.

- All right, girls, listen up.

This is probably a simple prank.

Just to be safe, I want you
to lock up and stay together.

I'll drop Jane off and
be back here in no time.

- Okay.

- I'll even call
George's Shell station,

have someone come over
here and fix your tires.

- Bye-bye, guys.

- Bye.
- See ya, Jane.

- Have fun.
- Yeah.

- Okay, let's lock up.

I'll go upstairs and get
changed, be down in a minute.

- Okay, time to lock up.

- Whatever.

- Bringin' back these
nuts is always a hassle.

I'm gonna enjoy this one.

I'm gonna shove this
hypo in her tight ass

and twist it around before
I squeeze a little juice.

And then when she goes under,

and we got her pants
down anyway. (laughs)

Get my drift, Virgil?

Yes, sir, Dr. Gilmore,
member of the staff,

you're gonna have one
hell of a ride back.

- I think you've
forgotten that we've gotta

get Johns out also.

And you don't remember
how fucking big he is.

- Shit, Virgil.

One loose nut looks
like another loose nut.

A little electric
prod sets 'em straight

and then a blast of Thorasil

makes 'em 'bout as dangerous
as a bag of laundry.

- Why did ya have
to let him out?

- Because that's what the
computer told me to do.

I was just followin' orders.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

You are an asshole, ain't ya?

- Yeah.

(ominous music)

- [Jane] Oh my God.

- [Mark] What the
he“ has gone on here?

Stay in the car.

- [Jane] No. My sister.

- Jane.
- What happened?

- Get back in the car!

Stay there.

- No, no!
- Stay there!

- I can't! What happened?
- Stay back there.

Jane, stay there.
- Where are they?

- Stay there.
- Paul, Susan, what happened?

Please!

- Goddamn it, get back there!

- [Jane] They're
in there. Susan!

Paul, what happened?

- Just relax.
- Where are they?

(ominous music continues)

- [Mark] Oh my God.

- No!
(dramatic music)

Susan!

(dramatic music continues)

- [Mark] Get back!

- Susan!

- Stand back.

Get away from there.
- Susan, oh no!

God!
- Oh my God.

- Susan!
- Oh my God.

- We gotta help her.
We gotta help her!

- Oh my God.

- Susan, no!
- There's nothing we can do.

Come on!
- Susan!

- [Mark] Let's get out of here.

- Susan, no.
- Come on, get out of here.

- We gotta help her.
- We've gotta get the police.

(suspenseful music)

(Jane crying)

(busy signal beeping)

Come on, Liggett, get
off the goddamn phone.

Jane, I want you to
do something for me.

I've got to go back
to the college.

I want you to call the sheriff.

Can you do that?

Jane, for Christ sakes
you have got to help me.

There's the sheriff's
number, now call him.

(Jane crying)
Tell him what happened

out at the campsite.

Tell him I've gone
back to the sorority

and for him to get out
there as fast as possible.

Can you do that?

- [Jane] Yes.

- Keep calling until
you get him. Okay?

- Yes.

(busy signal beeping)

(Jane crying)

(busy signal beeping)

(suspenseful music)

- Isn't that her car?

- Bingo, Virgil!

Let's have some fun.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Let's get her.
(Jesse cackles)

(tires screeching)

- Ya know, I really think
you're overreacting to all this.

I mean, the guys
from the college

are just always
pulling crap like this.

They enjoy scaring us.

- Did anybody bolt
the cellar door?

- What for? The guys don't know
about the basement tunnels,

and even if they did, they
can't get in that way.

- Oh my God.

(bright electronic music)

(video game characters shouting)

(bright electronic music)

- Look out behind you!

(character cries out)

Oh shit!

(Pam grunting)

Oh no. (laughs)

Go. Stop.

Shit.
(upbeat music)

Go, slash.

(video game character grunts)

He'll find you. Oh! (laughs)

(video game character cries out)

Stop.

Oh God, don't die!
(ominous music)

Oh God.

(bright music)

- [Video Game Character] Hmm.

(video game character cries out)

(Cheryl groans)

(Pam screams)

(ominous music)

(Pam groans)

- Oh wait, Joan! Joan, hurry!

(Pam cries out)

Oh my God. Oh, oh my God!

Joan! Joan, hurry! (screaming)

(glass breaking)

Hurry, Joan.

(neck snaps)

- Cheryl! Pam?

(dramatic music)

(soft ominous music)

- [Mark] You idiots!
You're outta your mind!

You coulda killed me!

- I'm really sorry, mister.

We're from Cresthaven Hospital.

- You're from the hospital?

Oh thank heavens.
Dr. Gilmore's right.

Johns may be here, and
if he is he's dangerous.

We've gotta catch him.

- That's right, mister,

we're just trying
to find Dr. Gilmore.

- You don't understand!

He may have killed
some people already.

If we don't (grunts)-
(hand thuds)

- Restrain him, throw
him in the back,

then bring me my things.

I'm gonna go look for them.

Ah, Dr. Gilmore. We
wanna talk to you.

- Johns is here. He's
killed two people.

Please help me.

- Sure.

- Dr. Gilmore. Come
to Daddy, baby.

Nothin' to be afraid of.

- No.

- Get her!

(doorknob rattling)

- [Jesse] Come on, Doc.

(fist thuds)
Open up.

- Jesse, pick the lock.

- All right, Doc.

We're gonna shoot some
Thorasil right up your ass.

Miss high and mighty.

Turn you into a
dumb piece of meat.

(chuckles) Our meat!

(door rattling)

- [Virgil] She's got
the door blocked.

- Damn it! I'll fix that bitch.

(suspenseful music)

- No!
(dramatic music)

No!

No!

(dramatic music continues)

(bottle hisses)
(Virgil groans)

(Virgil grunts)

No!

(dramatic music continues)

(body thuds)

(dramatic music continues)

(Jesse grunts)

No!

(fist thuds)
(Joan grunts)

(soft ominous music)

- Jesse. Jesse.

Jesse.

Jesse!
- What?

- Jesse. Jesse.

Come on, they're getting away.

- All right.
- Come on.

- All right!
- Come on. Come on.

(soft ominous music continues)

(machine whirring)

(switch clicking)

(machine whirring)

They had to come this way.

The rest of the house is locked.

- He's been bangin' his
head on these lamps,

big fuckin' hick.

- Jesse, shut up.
- Wait till I get

my hands on him.

(soft ominous music)

Shh, on the other side.

- All right, all right.

(soft ominous music continues)

- Nothing.

Jesse, down there.

That's it.

Come here.

(soft ominous music continues)

It's the boiler room.

(soft ominous music)

(Jesse chuckling)

- Let's get him.

(soft ominous music)

(Jesse laughs)

Look who we have here.

All wrapped up like
a Christmas present.

- Careful, Johns is here, too.

(ominous music)

- Hello, Dr. Gilmore.

I got another report
to put in your file.

(metal clanking)

Virg.

(dramatic music)
(Jesse grunting)

- Johns!

Jesse, the cattle prod!

(electricity zaps)

- Dumb son of a bitch
almost killed me!

- Jesse, that's enough.

That's enough, Jesse!

(soft ominous music)

- Don't worry, Doc. I'm
not gonna give it to ya.

Not yet.

We came to save you, Doc.

And bring ya home.
(Joan groans)

Home to Ward I.

(Joan grunting)

Home forever. You're
the Iivin' dead now.

(Joan grunting)

Shit, Virgil, I can't
see a goddamn thing.

- Turn on alight, you moron.

- Come on, you do it for me.

I'll owe ya a big one.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Don't bruise her too much.

- I don't want ya to worry.
(Joan grunting)

(Joan yelps)

Don't worry. Don't worry.

You won't be lonely.

- What the hell?

- You're gonna get lots
of special attention.

Yeah, that's it, the
motion of the ocean.

(Joan squealing)

(drill whirring)
(Joan squealing)

- Jesse!

(ominous music)

(Virgil grunting)

(dramatic music)

(Virgil cries out)

(electricity zaps)

(soft ominous music)

(Virgil grunts)
(water pattering)

(soft ominous music continues)

(footsteps tapping)

(soft ominous music continues)

(suspenseful music)

(switch clicks)

(Joan screams)

(electricity zapping)

(electricity booms)

(Joan cries out)

(suspenseful music)

(metal squeaks)

- No! No!

(dramatic music)

(soft suspenseful music)

(door rattling)

(metal clanking)

(crowbar thudding)

(suspenseful music)
(crowbar thudding)

(Joan cries out)
(dramatic music)

(soft suspenseful music)

(crowbar thudding)

(soft suspenseful
music continues)

(switch clicks)

(Joan gasps)

(fan whirring)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(blades whipping)

(Joan screams)

(suspenseful music continues)
(blades whipping)

(soft suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

Mr. Hackler. (screams)

(siren blaring)

(club thuds)

(siren blaring)

(foot thudding)

Oh, Mark!

- Take the gun. Take the gun.

- [Joan] It won't shoot!

- Release the safety!

(gun fires)
(Joan screams)

(siren blaring)
(soft suspenseful music)

(Joan whimpering)

Joan!

(body thudding)
(soft suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(glass breaking)

(dramatic music)

(Joan grunts)

Johns!

(Joan grunting)

(Joan groans)

(gun fires)

(gun butt thuds)

(suspenseful music)

- Help!

Francis.

Francis, oh forgive me, my son.

No!
(dramatic music)

No!

No!

Not you, you slut, you.

(gun clicking)

You whore, you
leave my boy alone.

You slut whore! (crying)

You leave my boy
alone, you leave...

You stop that!

You leave my boy alone,
you whores, you sluts.

(gun fires)

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- And so history repeats itself.

With the discovery of 11
bodies brutally murdered,

tragedy has once again
struck the small town

of Barrington, New York.

17 years after Dark Sunday

when a similar
massacre took place,

the sisters of
Delta Omega Sorority

found themselves once again...

(soft ominous music)
(group chattering)

- Well, I guess I
arrested the wrong guy.

- Howard Francis
Johns. He was her son.

Mrs. Collins killed
the girls 20 years ago.

Well, she told me all
about it, about how the boy

was illegitimate and she
had the baby secretly

and gave him her maiden name.

Then she got him a job on campus

so she could keep
her eye on him.

- Being mute, he
couldn't defend himself.

- Well, I wouldn't say that.

- Meanwhile across the state,

the senior staff of
Cresthaven Hospital

has been suspended pending
criminal investigation.

This is Ralph Miller, KTNN News.

Now back to the studios.

(Joan sighs)

- Leaving already, huh?
Nothin' to keep you here?

- Oh Mark, I've gotta get back.

Oh, I almost forgot Anne's ring.

(chuckles) Well, looks
like you just have to come

to New York and get it.

- No, what I'm gonna do
is go back to my office

like a professional
newspaper man, get to work

on the biggest story to
hit Barrington in 20 years.

Like he“ I am.

(both laugh)

Wow!

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