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All the suicide and
death, it was just a gimmick.

Something to get attention.

No one was supposed to take it seriously.

♪ Through the azure morning light ♪

♪ You will love with all fright ♪

♪ But you plead ya can't take any more ♪

♪ As a lotus grows alone ♪

♪ And there's no place left to go ♪

♪ It's time that you walk
through the final door ♪

♪ No one to point the finger at you ♪

♪ No one can tell you what you must do ♪

♪ You can be free for all eternity ♪

♪ You got the power to make a difference ♪

♪ You're in control of your existence ♪

♪ Never it was say all that you can see ♪

♪ You've got to kill yourself ♪

♪ You have to kill yourself ♪

♪ You gotta kill yourself ♪

♪ You gotta kill yourself ♪

♪ You gotta kill yourself ♪

♪ You gotta kill yourself ♪

You heard what they said to us.

Are we all fully committed to this?

We oughta be committed.

They've got it.

They're killer.

Now, open your envelopes.

Let's all think about
what we're going to do.

Your sister, she must turn
you on to all kinda shit.

I haven't seen her in
person for two years.

But you know, it's like she's
talking to me inside my head.

She says it all in here.

She says it outright.

"Life is a dog, a total bummer."

We have no choice in
life except to get out.

Death ends it all.

Peace forever.

A nice, warm place to be.

Are we ready?

Then let's do it, just like they told us.

Okay, that'll do you.

Oh, look, sleeping beauty has awaken.

Okay, now, this is Susie Stryker.

She's Cynthia Slain.

Ask her questions. She
used to be a magician,

anything you want, you just ask.

You just ask.

Uh, you do magic tricks?

Not tricks, the real thing.

See?

Of course, what I do on
stage is a bit more intense.

She dies every night.

And her mentor, the Great Prestoni,

taught her how to do that.

You know, well, she
eviscerates herself on stage.

Umm, this.

Oh, yeah.

Okay, Susie, Mark, Amy,
let's go in the other room.

Quick, let's go. We're wasting time.

Hey, this is supposed to be a rehearsal,

not a photo session.

Where's the reporter from?

Yugoslavia.

Artie says it's important.

Artie wants us to tour there.

She looks like an idiot.

Honey, what's the matter?

That dream again?

Brooksie... in trouble, killing herself.

This is the third time.

And this is Randy Rot, our drummer.

He trained at Juilliard.

Nice looking kid, huh?

Photographs great from either side.

I'll let you in on a secret.

Now, we're a big family here,

but in Randy's case, that
means something extra special

because he's really Mark Grant,

and he is the brother of our
lead singer, Lucy Lethal.

Okay, now you ask him
questions, I'll shut up here.

Uh, excuse me... my English.

Did he say you were lover or a brother?

Uh, yeah, babe.

She was listening to our music...

and she killed herself
and her friends, too.

That dream again?

Don't you ever get tired of it?

You're a writer, you
should use it, you know.

♪ I saw my sister die ♪

♪ It brought me off my high ♪

♪ When she breathed her last goodbye ♪

♪ I woke up in a tall and empty room ♪

♪ A man-made concrete tomb ♪

♪ Of glass and metal and gloom ♪

What do you think?

I think it's time for you to go away.

Now!

You're probably right.

We've already done a
suicide album, anyway.

Those weapons you
wear look so real, miss...?

Nancy. Nancy Napalm.

And my past realities no longer matter.

The weapons are real.

Real?

Would you know how to use them?

Aren't you afraid of them?

Afraid?

Listen, people frighten
me and these kill them.

So they make me feel good.

I know how to use over 200 different

military-issued anti-personnel devices.

Do all our songs have to be so down?

Can't we do something different?

Come on, honey, songs about
death, dying, and suicide,

that's what we're about.

That's what we sell.

We're the Dead Girls, not The Shirelles.

Hey, that's an idea.

Our next album could be, "The
Dead Girls Sing Mantovani."

Ignore her.

Look, honey, I know you're upset,

but don't go off the deep end.

Look at me, I'm made up
like a five-day-old stiff.

You go on stage looking like you do

and call yourself Bertha Beirut,

strangle yourself with the American flag.

I mean, we're not gonna break out

in a chorus of "Stand by Your Man."

Dana, sweetie, come on down.

Let's make nice for these Yugo fans.

Come on, come on.

Time's a-wasting.

Tempus fugit.

Hurry, hurry.

Yes, daddy.

- Hey.
- Looking for a Gina Verelli.

I was told I might be
able to find her here.

Bertha.

No, Gina Verelli.

Do you know her?

I know, Bertha.

I know all of them.

All of them?

Who are they?

They're the Dead Girls.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry to hear that,

but I think this Gina Verelli is alive.

Of course she's alive.

She is one of the Dead Girls.

Oh, one of the dead girls you know?

Yeah, I know them all.

Well, except for Cynthia.

I don't her so good.

Cynthia?

Slain.

Along with the others?

Yeah, they're all inside together.

They're in there?

Those dead girls are in there?

Does anybody know about this?

Only me and I'm not talking.

The others can find out if they can.

Is Gina Verelli in there, too?

Yeah, I told you.

Did she kill them?

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Stay here.

Pay attention.

Dead Girls.

The group.

This is Nancy Napalm.

She wears this, like,
really intense army jacket.

This is Lucy lethal, she is so cool.

And the one you want here,
that is Bertha Beirut.

- The Arab?
- Right.

And she's gonna look like that inside?

Yeah, they have outfits on.

They're doing this really
intense photo session tonight.

Can I help you?

Uh, I have a special
delivery for a Gina Verelli.

Identification.

Jeff, he's okay.

I'll vouch for him.

If Royal Highness says you're cool,

you must be an iceberg.

Royal Highness?

Yeah, queen of the groupies.

She's good, she always
knows where we're at.

Come on.

How do your parents feel

about your stage act, Bertha Beirut?

My parents died when
I was eight years old

in a car accident.

My sister and I were raised
by our aunt and uncle.

Hold on, she's in the
middle of an interview.

You write the
songs for the group, correct?

Sometimes.

Usually.

Look, you handle the road schedules,

the publicity, the studio time.

We'll make the creative
decisions, okay, sweetie?

Look, doll, whatever you
say is numero uno in my book,

but maybe this babushka is right.

Maybe she's cracking up.

It's this death-and-destruction gimmick.

Now, you can ride it for
as far as it'll take you.

But when you're at the
height of your notoriety,

and that's where we currently are,

you've got to enlarge your audience base.

You've got to go mainstream.

No way, Artie, we don't have
the talent to pull it off.

You hired us for our looks, remember?

None of us has any musical
training, except for Marky here.

He's a musical genius.

That's why he's the only
dead boy. Right, lover?

Is that it?

Just some more photographs, please.

Miss Verelli, special delivery.

Could you sign for this, please?

Thanks for the help, sis.

You showed me how to really die.

What's the matter, Gina?

I have to go home.

Brooksie needs me.

She needed you three years ago

when you sashayed out of here,

Miss High and Mighty Rockstar.

Brooksie, you're not even trying.

Could what she did have caused this?

She's recovering from shock
due to massive blood loss.

But the recovery is unusually
slow, we don't know why.

She's intermittently comatose,

which could indicate anoxic brain damage.

But it's more likely psychological

rather than physical in origin.

You mean she
wants to be like this?

It could be that she's
trying to do mentally

what she failed to do physically.

Brooke, what were you thinking?

Don't ask her now.

When she needed her older sister,

you were out playing the fool.

Too busy for anybody but yourself.

The others they buried
today died right away?

Yes, six of them.

Two were airlifted to
County General with Brooke,

but they didn't make it.

Who found them?

Neighbors heard them
playing a song, your song,

on Brooksie's tape machine.

She listened to your songs all the time.

I told her they weren't any good

but she wouldn't listen, oh no,

and look at her now.

Old Witch-Hazel's on the warpath again.

When are we gonna get outta here?

I'm really getting
bored of this pop scene.

Look, we're here for
moral support, okay?

Starting tomorrow morning, we're
all taking a two-week break

to help Gina get her head back together.

Hey, Marky, how do you like this look?

A fan sent this to me.

Think we can work it into the act?

Are you paying any
attention to me at all?

Get rid of that stupid mask.

It's not going into the act.

A two-week break?

Artie's not gonna like that.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Gina Verelli.

What about her boyfriend?

What was his name?

Tony.

Tony Galletti.

She mentioned him in all her letters.

Letters you never answered, not once.

And she wrote you every week,

as if you counted for something.

Let me tell you.

Hello, Gina.

I thought I'd come by and
see if you wanna take a walk.

Mike!

Mike, it's so good to see you.

Let's go.

Nothing like a nice,
friendly family reunion, huh?

I dunno, I haven't been here recently.

I haven't seen your aunt blow
up like that since you left.

But you were there in
just the nick of time,

my knight in shining armor, like always.

When I rescued your ball

from Little Miss Friendly's
backyard that one time?

When you pulled Dave Manders off of me

when he was attacking me in the driveway.

I know and he's still
ticked off about that.

Miss Friendly and that dog of hers.

You did that to her.

Hold on there, Tony.

Tony Galletti, you're the
one Brooke used to write about.

You almost killed her.

I know who you are, you're Bertha Beirut.

Knock it off, Tony.

You're gonna pay.

I can't believe that.

I'm sorry, Gina, I know
he's taking this thing hard.

It's all right, he was angry
and he has every right to be.

I see the kid every week at church.

He seems well-behaved there.

Reverend Saranko will set him straight.

I can't believe you're back in town.

Well, it's me.

Can we take a seat?

Sure, why not?

It's really good to see you again.

Sometimes, I do miss this town.

It's not so bad as some
people would have you think.

Gina. Gina Verelli.

Reverend, what are you doing up here?

Well, as a matter of fact,

I'm on the way to your
house to visit Brooke.

She's one of my lost sheep, just like you.

I heard it was a nice funeral.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Gina, this is my daughter, Rachel.

Daddy, Gina and I were always

the best of friends in high
school. Weren't we, Gina?

Was that Tony Galletti
I saw running off?

Yeah.

Is that boy
still in trouble again?

I'll tell you about it later, Reverend.

Okay, Gina, I'll see
you at your house later.

Bye, Reverend.

This singing business is no good, Gina.

I mean, you've gotta get out of it.

All the suicide and death,
it was just a gimmick.

Something to get attention.

No one was supposed to take it seriously.

But now, it's like we used
this stuff to get to the top,

somewhere I don't even...

Artie, what're you doing here?

Susie called me.

She gave me this load of crap

about you guys taking off
on a two-week vacation.

So I caught the first chopper up here.

Now you tell me, honey,

you may not care very much
about your reputation,

but I sure as hell care about mine.

Not a vacation, Artie.

It's just that with all
these deaths and Brooksie,

we need some time to get
away and talk things over.

Talk? Lemme tell you about talk.

There's five concert
dates, eight radio spots,

50 hours of air time

bought and paid for
whether you use 'em or not,

and it's all down the drain.

This wasn't something I planned.

Well, you tell that to Sweeney, baby,

because if you go through
with this sabbatical,

you'll be shopping for a new manager.

Now, do I make myself clear?

Look, kid, you're the heart of this band.

Now, Dana may be the soul,

but you are the one that
keeps the blood pumping.

And I didn't pull you outta
this dump just to see you

turn your back on everything
you ever believed in.

Now you change your mind,
I'll be conducting business

over in that old fleabag
office on Main Street.

Now, you remember that.

Ciao.

Your boss?

Manager. Same thing.

He has an office on Main?

Yeah, next to Bill
Larson's travel agency.

That's where I first met Artie,

looking for a job with Mr. Larson.

And Artie was there
with the door wide open.

He called me in and asked me
if I'd ever done any singing.

I said, "Yeah, in the
church choir sometimes."

And he hired you from that?

He laughed and said the band
he would be putting together

wouldn't be singing any hymns.

Boy, was he right about that.

What's this?

"Rest in peace, Gina Verelli.

It should've been you."

Signed, "A fan."

Things are getting pretty bad, Gina.

That is why we're leaving here tomorrow

and I am taking Brooke.

Tomorrow?

Where?

You remember our cabin up north?

Are you sure
that's such a good idea?

We're going there for a couple of weeks,

just the band and me, and Brooksie.

That girl is not going anywhere.

Can she travel?

There's no physical reason she can't

as long as proper medical
equipment is supplied.

What's going on?

Where do you think you're
going to shanghai that girl to?

To the cabin.

Jeff, our security liaison,
has arranged for a van

large enough to accommodate
all her equipment.

Make a list of whatever
other supplies she needs.

As your sister's guardian, I forbid it.

You and your disgusting friends

get out of my house right now.

Whose house?

That's right, throw it in my face.

I've lived in this house for 12 years

since your parents died.

I raised you kids.

I took care of this place.

And now that you're of age

and Aunt Annie is no longer
trustee of your fund,

so I'm out on my ear, is that it?

No, that isn't it at all.

It is just that I administer
Brooke's inheritance now

and I need to get away
and be with her alone,

just for a little while.

But you are welcome to stay here, quietly,

for as long as you would like.

Is there anything else she'll need?

She'll need regular checkups
at a full care facility.

There's one in the town.

Now please, go make that list.

Aunt Annie, please don't hate me.

I have to understand what happened.

Annie, could I have a few
minutes alone with Gina?

Okay? Thank you.

Gina, I feel moved by the spirit

to ask you to reconsider
what you're doing.

Do you feel at this point
in time that it's prudent

to remove your sister from the
bosom of her loving family?

I am her family.

So you are, but you haven't
been around much, have you?

No, I mean her extended
family. Family of God.

You think that we, the
whole band, we're pied pipers

leading these children to
suicide and sickness, don't you?

I think that you love Brooke very much.

But that doesn't mean what
you're planning is right or good.

You hurt her once.

Please, don't do it again.

If Brooke did what she
did because of my music,

then she doesn't understand it.

She doesn't even know me.

Maybe it was your fault.

Maybe she's messed up by what
you think is right or wrong,

everyone else in this town is.

"Reverend says this, Reverend says that."

You twist people.

Maybe that's what drove her to it.

I know that Annie has
diverted funds from the trust

to the church, to you.

If Brooke were to stay here and die,

then Annie would get a lotta
money and so would you.

Maybe that's what you want.

I am so sorry.

I am so sorry.
- I know, I know.

That was your anger speaking, not you.

I didn't mean it.

I've had worse things said about me.

At least you didn't say
my sermons were dull.

I do have one request.

Your cabin is next to the church camp,

may I have permission to
visit the little lamb?

Whoa, that reverend guy is intense.

Hey, that's my father
you're talking about.

All I'm saying is...

That's right, I wanna reschedule.

I know you've done it for
plenty of other groups.

Hey, this is standard
industry courtesy, man.

Look, read my lips: Gina Verelli is sick.

Female thing, you know?

No, she's Bertha Beirut.

Yes, I know you can't tell the difference,

that's why I'm on the payroll.

Hey, I don't care, you can check
all the care units in town.

She's sick, I'm telling you.

Look, I didn't want this to
turn into some big legal thing.

I wanted to keep it friendly,

but we got our rights, you know.

Now, you read the fine print
in that contract, Joseph.

There's a little clause
in there that says,

"That in the event of
an accident or illness."

I want that rescheduled.

Now, you call me when you
know the date. Ciao, pally.

Sheila.

Sheila?

Crap!

Just got to do it all yourself,
Artie, just like always.

What a night.

What a night.

These girls are gonna
be the death of me yet.

Terrible.

The jerk who made this
crap sure made a bundle.

Man, look at me.

Yama Honda, memo: get the
girls a movie contract.

Hey, pal, what's your problem?

Can't you see this is a private party?

Leave your card.

You want an audition, come back
during normal business hours

which this ain't.

Well, come on, scram. Vamoose outta here.

Some heavy-duty drinking
is about to commence

and it's gonna be solo.

Honey, what's wrong? I
heard you screaming next door.

Oh, bad dreams again?

Dana, what is the matter with me?

Honey, you're asking the wrong person.

Just ask anyone of my three exes

or any one of my four shrinks.

Am I going nuts?

I can't take much more of this.

Honey, nobody could.

That's what this little trip
tomorrow's all about, right?

So that you and the rest
of this cockamamie band

can get a better grip on reality.

Now look, here.

Just lie back.

Think about the woods.

Kicking back on the porch.

Skinny-dipping in the lake.

All that good stuff.

And before you know it,
we'll be there, okay?

Now, goodnight.

Goodnight.

Honey, what's wrong? I heard
you screaming next door.

Oh, bad dreams again?

What's going on?

What, are you gonna
stay in here all night?

As long as she needs me, yeah.

You're not her mother, you know?

Just a friend.

Can't wait, at
last some time to ourselves.

What are you planning on doing up there?

You got enough junk here
to restock Hearst Castle.

I'm just planning on a good time

and I need this stuff to help me.

What's in your bag, Amy?

Sorry, Nancy.

Ooh, look.

The travel assortment.

Ah, jeez. You know we're
not gonna perform up there.

You don't need the props.

These are not props.

I thought we were heading

for a nice, quiet, relaxing two weeks.

Not World War III.

Hey, maybe she wants to get
some hunting in, you know?

You might run into some
wild animals up there.

I know, I'm packing a rod for the trip.

Oh, yeah?

And I got a holster.

This could work out.

I hope you burn in hell for this.

Ignore us, that's right.

Take your sister off to do
devil's work to finish the job.

That's right, load up your things.

Don't leave a single thing behind.

I don't want anything of yours

left in this house to contaminate my home.

Shut up, Annie.

You're overwrought, you
don't know what you're doing.

This sorta thing can't
help Brooksie, Annie.

Now, go to the house.

Gina, I'm sorry.

This whole thing's been a
strain on your Aunt Annie.

We're going away, Auntie.

You know, she really loves
you both like daughters.

I know, Uncle Jim.

I really think she needs you now.

I'm going.

But first, I thought I'd
better give you these.

Kinda hard to open a cabin without 'em.

Thanks.

Come on, Brooke, let's
show 'em what we can do.

Little exercise, okay?

Yeah, to the car on my own two feet.

Come on.

That's it, girl.

Wait, Gina, we're going on vacation.

Are you coming with us?

Are you kidding?

Miss a vacation with my sis?

Wild horses couldn't keep me away.

Now, get in there.

The change of environment
will be good for Brooke,

but she needs absolute
peace, quiet and rest.

We can have no repeats of
the scene we just witnessed.

I want you to understand that.

We are all interested in her welfare.

The nearest suitable treatment
facility for your sister

is 150 miles from the cabins.

I'll bring her there every
other day for treatment.

And depending on her response,

I'll bring her back the same
day or I'll stay overnight.

The van is at your
disposal, we don't need it.

She'll be there to
welcome us when we arrive.

No way, I don't even
know where we're going.

Her? She's got the homing
instincts of a carrier pigeon.

Yeah, she's a nice-looking
birdie, all right.

Yeah, and just as full of shit.

Alone with you at last.

Ha. Whatever it is you gotta
say, you better make it quick

'cause we're outta here, pal.

What's on your windshield?

What is it?

Fan mail from some flounder?

Lyrics to "Nail Gun Murders."

Nail gun murders?

One of our finest syncopated efforts

about a psycho with a nail gun.

Maybe some crazy fan left it there.

Oh, probably Karen, I just saw her leave.

She's that super groupie
you told me about, right?

Forget her.

Forget her, let's talk about you.

The fact that you're going away

and I won't see you again for a while.

Wanna give you something.

My phone number, in
case you need something

and, you know, you don't
wanna disturb your aunt.

You do have a phone up there, don't you?

One.

Your phone number, are you kidding?

555-7028.

How could I ever forget that?

Bye, Gina.

See you later.

They're going to throw us out.

Don't worry.

There are ways of interfering
with plans like that.

This is bitchin'.

I can stand two weeks here.

Peace, quiet, tranquility,
sun, sand, woods,

Frankenstein?

No, that's Elmo.

He's the handyman around
here for all the cabins.

Has been for as long as I can remember.

He is retarded or something,
or at least a little weird.

Hey, Elmo, how you doing?

Hello, Miss Gina.

I'm surprised you recognized me.

It's been over a century.

Oh no, Miss Gina, I've seen
you in the papers, on TV,

and I think I got all your albums.

I play 'em all the time, over and over.

That's nice, Elmo.

My friends and I are gonna be staying here

for a couple of weeks and...

I know, ma'am.

Your uncle told me everything.

I cleaned the cabin this morning.

I got it clean as a whistle.

Let me show you.

That'll be all right, Elmo.

My uncle called you?

I'm happy to see Miss
Brooke up and about.

No, ma'am, he told me in person.

I heard about the accident.

I was at the funeral yesterday

and he told me to double
time it back up here.

Okay.

Susie, let me take you up there

and show you where we're gonna stay.

I'll help you.

I clean the cabin real special
just for you, Miss Gina.

No.

Elmo, that will be fine.

I'm sure you have plenty
of other things to do.

I'll take care of our guests myself.

I knew this was my kind of place.

Okay, guys.

Susie, you and Amy will be
up ahead and to your left.

Okay, Rambo, I get the bed.

Dana, you're straight ahead
in the room next to Brooke's.

And you guys are out in the garage.

Uh, ha, ha, ha. Congratulations, Jeffy.

You just got the room to yourself.

Come on, Brooke, you
need to stretch those legs

after all that driving.

Let's take a look-see around here, huh?

How's that sound to you?

- Yeah, it's very pretty here.
- Come on.

They've got the right idea.

How about a little tour for yours truly?

I'd like to get to know
the lay of the land,

just in case anybody tries
to bug you girls up here.

Well, there's not
much to see around here.

There's not much here.

I guess that's the whole point.

A house, a lake, a barn, and
a lot of woods everywhere.

That's about it.

- The barn?
- Yeah.

Anything of interest
about it I should know?

It's just a rotting old barn.

So, do you wanna go in the barn?

Oh, this is a bad
place. Can we go, please?

Come on, what's the matter, honey?

It's just an empty old barn.

No.

I bet you played in here when
you were a little girl, huh?

No, it's a bad place.

Let me out.

Brooke!

Brooke!

What was that all about?

I felt... it's not good in there.

Your medallion, you must've
dropped it in the barn.

I can go get it for you.

No, please don't go in there.

I just wanna go home.

Perhaps you're right.

We've had enough excitement
for one day, huh?

Besides, it's getting late.

Okay, let's go.

And this is the way back home.

I'm not really quite sure
what you're looking for.

Who knows?

There's weirdos everywhere these days.

What's that over there?

That's Elmo's shack.

He stays there when he works here.

I think he has a little
place in town, too.

He stays there on the
off-seasons, during weekends.

He lives in that shack?

I don't see any phone
lines or TV antennas.

There's not even a car there.

I think he goes into town for supplies

during the peak season.

He thumbs, lot of locals
will give him a ride.

Oh my God.

Hi.

I knew she'd beat us here.

I just knew it.

Looks like fun, you guys,
but if Dana catches you...

Dana has caught him.

You, get back to our cabin

and you get this slut outta here.

What? It's late.

What am I supposed to do with her?

That's not my problem.

Just do what we pay you to do.

You remember when mom used to
tan your hide for coming late?

I ought to do that to you right now.

Really? You're gonna spank me?

Hey, what're we waiting for?

Hold on, wild man.

You get that bitch
outta here permanently.

Okay, where'd you park?

Nowhere, Benson.

Shit car chucked about 40 miles back,

thumbed it the rest of the way and hiked.

I've got what it takes
to get where I wanna be.

It's 10 miles from
the nearest paved road.

You hiked 10 miles to here?

Come on.

Far as I can figure, you're
over the property line.

Just follow your nose another
half a mile to the retreat.

That's it, you're now in
the door of Cadillacville.

I'm sure you'll think of something.

Well, thank you, Jeff,

but I've been in grimmer situations.

Someone there?

Hello?

I'm hearing things.

Argh, get rid of this shit.

All right.

Jeff?

Jeff?

Is that you?

Jeff, I wasn't gonna head
back to the cabin or anything.

I'm not an outdoor person, you know,

the woods all kinda look alike.

I guess I just got kinda turned around.

Jeff?

Jeff?

Look at this one.

Look!

You know this song?

Say it!

"In her mind, she saw the scaffold..."

So come on, be a sport.

Forget it.

Oh, please.

You're not gonna let me go in
there all by myself, are you?

You're wasting your breath.

I'm not going swimming and that's final.

I'm only wasting my breath?

Don't you like me?

Oh God, I think I'm gonna puke.

I swear, that little
tramp is worse than...

Than you?

Whoo.

Hey!

What's this? Rural delivery?

Read it.

Oh, yeah, that hang thing
we did. What about it?

Oh, yeah, you know, it's
got a really good beat

but I can't dance to it, man.

You know, I give it, like, a 63.

Did you leave that
in my room last night?

Why would I leave this in your room?

Somebody did.

I found one yesterday on the
van, too. "Nail Gun Murder."

Somebody's doing this.

Gina, it's like
somebody's idea of a joke.

Yeah, well, I don't know

what's supposed to be funny about it.

This is your last chance.

There's other fish to fry
around here, you know?

Good. I'll get the Crisco.

I'm glad to see Brooke
is feeling so much better.

Yeah, Susie insisted
everyone go swimming.

Brooke wanted to come and watch.

She used to be a swimmer
in high school, wasn't she?

State finals, two years in a row.

Well, could be stimulating for her,

speed up her desire for recovery.

But you didn't call me over here

for an update on Brooke, now did you?

Looks like the sort of
trash you people turn out.

So you've never seen
those papers before?

Even if I did, do you think
I'd leave that kind of stuff

lying around where Brooke could see it?

It's what caused her
present condition, remember?

Hi, Marky.

Hi, Suze.

What's happening?

Nothing much.

That's the problem.

Nobody wants to go swimming with me

and I think you should always
swim on a buddy system,

don't you?

Would you like to be my buddy?

I don't think so.

No, not this time.

Oh, come on, things are
always more fun when you're wet.

Well, I'll take a rain check, okay?

Come on, don't be so...

Hey! He said no.

Now beat it.

What are you, his mother?

Does he need your permission
to come out and play?

No, he doesn't need permission.

He needs to know how to swim, got it?

He never learned.

Now, would you please stop
embarrassing him and yourself

and anyone else forced to
watch this revolting spectacle?

All right. Stay here.

Take root for all I care.

You're all a bunch of
freaking losers, anyway.

At least I know how to have a good time.

I'm going to the other part of the lake.

I'm going in by myself.

Susie, hold it.

Hold it, I'll go change.

You can't go in there by
yourself, it could be dangerous.

Don't do me any favors.

But if you need to wash the
mold off from these fossils,

I'll be down there enjoying myself.

Susie, it could be dangerous.

Could be dangerous.

Hey, what are you doing, huh?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

What is going on here?

What are you doing?

What were you screaming about?

He attacked me.

He came outta nowhere and he grabbed me.

Over there?

Yeah, I don't know,
somewhere over there.

Well, lucky for you, since
you were about to traipse

half naked through a patch of poison oak.

Would you like to hit him some more now?

I didn't hit him.

Elmo, you knew she was headed

for that poison oak, didn't you?

Bad stuff.

The lady would've been hurt bad.

We all appreciate your concern, Elmo.

Some of us just didn't know
what you were trying to do.

They thought maybe you
were trying to hurt Susie.

No, no, no.

Elmo don't hurt no one.

They know that now, Elmo.

So why don't you go on back to work

and we'll take care of things here.

In the future, try to
figure out what's going on

before polarizing the
nearest good samaritan.

I don't care what she says,

I'm gonna keep an eye on that fruitcake.

He's big.

This is your idea of peace
and quiet for your sister?

Come on, honey. It's been real exciting,

but it's just about time
for your medicine now.

What was that?

So we'll remain close
for the next 48 hours.

After that, it's lost to us.

What are you doing, Nancy?

I'm trying to commune with Susie's soul.

Her soul?

You kids are lucky I lived
around here for a long time.

I'd have never found this place.

Bandwagon is on the way, if
Doc Groova doesn't get lost.

Now, what's the story?

She's right over there.

Jeff pulled her out of the water.

You found the body in the lake?

What's the victim's name?

Susie Stryker.

She was a member of our band.

I know, the Dead Girls.

Hey, a fan way out here.

I have a teenage daughter.

I burned her collection of your albums.

I don't understand
it, she was right here.

Is this your idea of a joke?

I left her right here
wrapped in a blanket.

You could see something
heavy was lying here.

Something?

A sack of potatoes, maybe?
A couple kids making out,

a so-called prankster
rolling around on the ground,

but not a dead girl,

because dead girls don't
just get up and walk away.

Are you certain she was dead?

Sheriff, she was dead.

She was turning blue.

Does anybody here have a medical degree?

Any medical training at all?

Nursing? Physical
therapy? Pharmaceuticals?

But you know she was dead

and you call me in immediately, right?

And now, maybe she's
dead, maybe she isn't,

but she's definitely missing, right?

So I'm supposed to call out the troops

and launch a major search effort, correct?

I don't know what kind of
town you think this is,

but our police force
consists of me and a deputy.

Our town paper is a four page biweekly

and there's no local TV.

So what do you expect to get out of this?

Nothing you do up here is
gonna make the network news.

Even if some hotshot
reporter did happen by,

the only thing they'll find is me

filing this whole mess away
in our crank call folder.

You'll get no publicity at our expense.

Sheriff, this is not
a publicity gimmick.

Susie is dead and
someone's taken her body.

Who?

Why?

When?

Who had the opportunity?

And why on earth would
anybody want to hide this?

What are you saying?

Look, we didn't exactly

keep tabs on each other, Dick Tracy.

We stayed in our rooms
'til we heard you pull up.

Well, now you can go
back to your own rooms

and listen to me pull out.

Don't worry, honey,
it'll all be over soon.

Soon, they'll all be out
of your lives... forever.

Roger, Dorothy. Chance out.

You're lucky the doc
hadn't started out yet,

or I'd have charged his
expenses back to you.

I'd love to bust you right
now for raising a false alarm.

But the law said you
gotta do it more than once

for it to count as a violation.

Do it again, please.

Sheriff, something
is going on out there.

Then leave.

Even if that were true,

I couldn't have any patrols
out here with any regularity.

You wanted isolation, you got it.

Now, I'm going back to the office.

Don't let me see any of you
again or I'll put you in a cage.

Just what exactly did we do

to deserve such wrath, Sheriff?

I heard about those kids
in L.A. killing themselves

because of some secret messages
in the lyrics of your songs.

I don't want your kind in my town.

Oh, so now we're guilty of intentionally

murdering those innocent children, right?

Couldn't have been a mistake, no.

Couldn't have been a
misunderstanding, you know.

No judge, no jury, no trial, just you.

That's right, just me.

Gee, sounds like what those
crackers down in Alabama

used to say about your people

when they were burning crosses
on their lawns in the '60s.

So much for the forces of law and order.

Now what do we do?

Maybe the sheriff was right.

Maybe Susie wasn't dead.

Maybe she woke up and wandered off.

No way.

I pulled her outta the water
myself, she wasn't breathing.

She was cold.

Dead!

Oh, yeah? Well, what are
you all of a sudden, a doctor?

I mean, you didn't exactly
examine her or anything.

There could have been a faint
pulse, shallow breathing.

I mean, she may have
spontaneously recuperated

and wandered off.

That could happen.

You know? Couldn't it, nursey?

It could.

No, that wasn't it.

There was something going on
out there, something evil.

Susie didn't drown accidentally

and she didn't get up and
drag herself away, either,

someone else did and...

Maybe it was that big friend
of yours in the overalls.

Could it be him?

He certainly does seem to like us ladies.

No way. That guy is
big, but he's a pussycat.

I followed him yesterday
after he left Susie,

headed for the highway.

Last time I seen him, he was
thumbing a ride into town.

Oh, well, gee, darn it.

I guess it must be some other

big, hulking, slobbering, psychopath.

God, I wonder what they do
in between insane rampages.

I mean, do they stay at the motor lodge?

No, maybe they're all vegetarians.

Oh, no, wait, I know...
they're getting manicures.

Stop it now!

Susie is dead.

Your sister is alive in that room,

listening to every word you say.

She's not deaf and she's
not mentally incompetent.

She understands what you say.

She feels what you feel.

Your hatred.

Your fears.

Your jealousy.

And your useless,
worthless, bickering lives.

This so-called vacation was
supposed to help Brooke.

Instead, you're just hammering
nails into her coffin.

You know what Brooke really needs?

Brooke really needs a permanent
vacation from all of you.

We'll be driving into town
tomorrow for a checkup.

We may stay overnight.

It's a long drive and
we'll need plenty of rest.

Good day.

Bravo.

I guess Florence Nightingale
really put us in our place.

Maybe she's right.

Maybe.

Or maybe we can put an end to
this whole farce right now.

Susie was dead.

As close as you can get
without actually crossing over.

Have you idiots forgotten

that she worked with
that magician for years?

He taught her everything.

How to hold her breath,
how to control her pulse,

the whole deal.

She was just setting us up.

I don't get it.

Why would Susie wanna
do something like that?

Revenge.

Susie was history with this group.

Artie's been auditioning replacements

for the last two weeks.

I guess... she just
wanted to beat us to it.

I didn't know anything about that.

Well, you weren't supposed to.

Neither was she, but
she obviously found out

and tried to beat us to the punch.

Look, I promise you that
she's out there somewhere

laughing her off about this whole thing.

If she actually succeeds
in ruining our little trip,

that's just gonna be
the icing on her cake.

I don't get it, why
did Artie wanna fire her?

Why? Because she was a loady.

She was a tramp.

She was a troublemaking
little bitch, that's why.

Look, just sit on this for a while.

I swear, as soon as she
sees that her little stunt

is it going to affect us,

she'll go running right back to Artie

with her tail tucked between her legs,

asking for a severance pay.

What's this?

It's the lyrics from
"Drowning Your Sorrows."

It's just like the other ones I found.

Oh, another part of this
Susie Stryker spook show.

She always was a bit melodramatic.

I don't know, maybe we
should call the sheriff.

He should know about this.

Sheriff?

You remember what he said
last time he was out here.

Call him out here with
only that piece of paper

and he'll cheerfully haul
our butts to the pokey.

Look, everyone just relax.

And I'll patrol the grounds tonight, okay?

Come on, we're gonna have a little talk.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'll make you think you're sorry.

You can't lay off the broads, can you?

Maybe you wanna do more than just look?

Maybe you wanna touch, huh?

No, no, no.

Miss Gina, I was worried about the man.

I didn't want the man to hurt her.

The man? What man?

What the hell are you talking about?

The man in the mask.

The ugly mask.

Miss Gina is so pretty.

The ugly mask?

You've been looking at
too many mirrors, pal.

Please, don't tell Miss Gina.

She would be mad with me.

Okay, I'll let this slip.

But the next time I catch
you hanging around here

looking through windows
and watching people,

and I'll tell Miss Gina on you.

No, no.

Now, get outta here.

You're up early.

Your breakfast is on the stove.

I couldn't sleep.

Have you seen Jeff anywhere?

More nightmares.

This has been going on too long,

it's beginning to take its toll.

I can give you something.

No, that's okay.

What I need is to find
Jeff, maybe he's outside.

Remember, Brooke and I
will be off in a few minutes.

If you need us, the
number is on the fridge.

And remember, we're staying overnight.

Jeff?

Jeff?

I don't wanna hear about it anymore.

Your obsession with that little slut

is unnatural, disgusting.

So I just don't want to hear about it.

Look, I'm gonna go for a walk.

Get some fresh air.

Good morning.

Hi, have you seen Jeff anywhere?

No.

What are you doing now?

Where did you find this?

Few yards back.

Something heavy has
been dragged along here.

Not something.

Someone.

Barn.

Gina, come here.

Oh my God, they're killing us.

We gotta get out of here.

The van!

They're taking the van!

You sit right up here.

Okay, you ready to go, honey?

Do you need a hand or something?

No, we're fine.

Well, then, I guess we'll see you later.

Tomorrow morning.

You have a good old trip now, Brooksie.

You forget about us
monkeys for a while, okay?

We're off.

Stop!

Oh my God, wait!

Wait!

Whoa, tiger. What gives?

It's gone, I gotta call the sheriff.

Hold on, that friendly guy?

What gives here?

The barn, they're all dead.

Susie, Jeff, covered in blood.

I gotta call the sheriff.

Shit!

Who did this?

I don't know.

What are you doing?

Trip wire. With a potassium
nitrate-based explosive.

Simple, but it'll work.

You really do know that
military shit, don't you?

If the enemy makes another kill,

his MO indicates that
he'll drag the body here.

And there are three avenues of entry

in this sector of the barn.

I've secured one.

The other two are gonna take some time.

But I've got the goods and the materials.

Now, we can expect dephysicalization...

No! Stop right now!

Gina is calling the police.

They're gonna wanna see the
evidence and examine it.

Unless you don't want the
police here for some reason.

The police aren't coming.

The phone is dead and the van is gone.

Look, we all know who's doing this.

It's one of us.

Dana, you don't mean that.

Figure it out, Nancy Drew.

Karen's dead.

Susie's dead.

Jeff's dead.

Your big friend, the gardener,
is outta town somewhere.

That only leaves you, me, Marky and her.

But whoever did this is crazy, insane.

Insane, a nut, a basket case.

We got plenty of those
around here, don't we?

She's mad as a hatter
and armed to the teeth.

Does she fill the bill?

And you, sweetie, with
your dreams, your letters,

your "I don't wanna do
this anymore" attitude.

Maybe you wanna knock off the competition

and do it all by yourself.

If you believe that, then logic dictates

that we all remain together
until the van returns tomorrow.

Good idea.

We'll wait alone.

Marky and me, together, in our room.

Look, I don't know if
you're the one or you are.

Maybe you're in cahoots together.

Maybe you're just gonna
wait 'til I turn my back,

knock me off and it's
two to one against Marky.

Oh, no, I think we'll
take our chances alone.

- Dana, don't.
- Don't touch me.

Don't you ever come near me
again or I'll kill you myself.

Do you understand?

Unless that one gets to you first.

What's wrong with the phone?

It's not the cord, you're sure of that?

I'm not sure of anything anymore.

It's all in one piece.

I followed it until it
went into the wall there,

and then I went outside and
I couldn't find any wires.

Underground, unlikely to be disturbed.

God, if anybody's gonna
mess with the cord,

it would be in here.

What is it?

Oh, it's a J12 clip.

Somebody messed with it

and they reinserted it into the phone.

Why would somebody do that?

I mean, just smash it
or pull the cord out.

They would do it in that
way to disable the phone

without it appearing to be neutralized,

and it's also a lot harder to fix.

Can you fix it?

By jamming in just right,
we might make the connection.

And then we'll get a dial tone

and maybe a few seconds to
make a call, if we're lucky.

Did you get something?

Yeah.

Okay, make it quick.

I don't know how long the
connection's gonna hold

and when it goes, it's fried,

and we won't be able to make another call.

You want me to make the call?

I don't know anyone.

The sheriff, I don't know his number.

We don't have any time
to call information.

Just call a number that you already know.

Come on, answer.

Answer.

Hi, this is Mike.

Mike, thank God.

I'm not in right now,

but leave a message at
the sound of the tone

and I'll get back to you
just as soon as I'm able to.

Mike, this is Gina.

We're in trouble up
here, Mike, we need help.

Someone is trying to kill us off.

We can't reach the sheriff,
or track him down or anything.

Jeff is dead, and Susie and Karen.

Oh, please, please, come up here.

We need you.

Dead.

I don't know how much got through.

You better hope a lot.

That's the last call on this machine.

I hope it was enough.

Maybe he'll come home and
hear it and understand it.

We're all gonna die here, aren't we?

Listen, don't be afraid.

Death is nothing to be frightened of.

It's a mystery that we all must explore.

But be angry, I mean, angry
that somebody could determine

the time and the manner in which you die.

You can fight back.

Take my jacket.

Maybe it'll help you.

I used to wear it 'cause it
reminded me of the soldiers

who are so close to the void.

But that's why I wanted it.

But it'll keep you from the
void, that's why you want it.

Amy, I can't, it's yours.

You need it more than I do.

And there's some trinkets in here

that'll help you get through
the night in one piece.

And this is a big part of that.

Amy, I don't know how to use this.

Listen, you'll use it when you need to.

And these... I need.

Gonna go back to the barn
and finish what I started.

Amy.

I mean, Nancy.
- Amy's fine.

Listen, you stay here
and work on your karma.

It doesn't look good.

I'm gonna go work on something
a little bit more concrete.

Mark, come back.

Don't do it, don't go out there.

Mark.

Gina, I know who the killer is.

It's Mark!

Before this moment,

I was never certain about the afterlife.

But now I know there's a hell

so bastards like you can burn forever.

I found this in his room.

Dana, this is weird.

But it doesn't prove
that he killed anybody.

Look at this!

Look at this!

He's already marked off the
people that he's already done

and he knows how he's
gonna kill the rest of us.

And my name's on that list.

Me!

He wants to kill me!

Oh, Dana.

It's all right.

Where did he go just now?

I begged him not to go,
but he wouldn't listen to me.

He said we needed firewood.

The woods!

No, Amy's in the woods.

Firewood as promised.

Well, I'll put it in the back.

Then you and I go back to the room.

Find her.

Find Amy.

Wait 10 minutes, then come
back to the cabin to our room.

He doesn't know we know.

If we take him by surprise,
maybe we can overpower him.

No, it's too dangerous for you.

We don't know what he has in mind.

That's why we don't
have any time to wait.

Go.

Go.

Bastard!

Dana?

Mark?

Dana?

Dana?

Oh, Dana.

He's out there.

Hi, Gina.

Mark!

Nice to see you.

Sorry you have to go so soon.

You don't look so bad.
Here, have some more.

Dana.

Dana, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, Dana.

But he would've killed us both.

He killed Amy, I found
her out in the woods.

I had to do it.

I had no choice.

I'm sorry, Dana.

Not half as sorry as you're gonna be.

Let go of the gun, Gina.

What's happening?

What's happening?

What's happening is you
just killed my brother.

But he was the killer.

He killed Amy and what he did to you...

What he did to me?

He never did anything but love me.

These bruises aren't real.

Remember, I am the one in
charge of makeup around here.

It was all just a part of the act.

Act? What act?

What for?

To kill you and Amy.

Both of you were supposed
to come back here.

Marky hides in the closet.

I provide little diversion.

I didn't know which one of
you was knocking us off,

trying to take over the group.

I did not care.

We had to get the drop on Amy.

She's a walking military arsenal.

The plan would've worked,

but you killed Marky.

The lyrics, the photographs.

Props!

Jeez.

It would've been perfect.

We would've gone back to town tomorrow,

told our story to the papers,

rode a wave of sympathy and love.

And the new edition of the Dead Girls,

starring Dana and Mark Grant,

would've been the biggest thing

to hit the recording industry.

It would've worked.

But you...

you ruined it all.

Dana, Amy wasn't the
killer and neither am I.

And if it wasn't us and it wasn't you...

You're lying!

What?

What's the matter?

You two dykes have a falling
out amongst killers, huh?

No, this time, I'm gonna shoot
you right between the eyes

where that silly bitch's
fancy jacket can't help you.

Miss Gina, I saw that man
in the mask chasing you.

I had to save you to protect you.

Elmo, that man is dangerous.

We gotta get outta here.

Get us outta here.

I'll help you, Miss Gina.

We go where he can't go,
where you'll be safe.

Elmo, you know these
woods better than anybody.

Get us to a phone.

Get me to a phone!

No phone, Miss Gina.

I watched that man kill them all.

They deserved it.

Made fun of Elmo.

Kept you away from me.

Now they're all dead and
we'll be together for always.

We love each other, Miss Gina.

I'll straighten you out, Miss Gina.

This is how they straightened
me out at the institution.

They done a real good job.

They straightened Elmo out real good.

Get out of here, Elmo.

This isn't right.

You okay?

Mike, how did you find me?

I heard your message
this morning on my machine.

I ran out here as soon as I could.

Do you know what's happened here?

They're all dead.

He killed them.

Everyone.

He put them in the barn.

Have you seen the barn?

When I first got here, I
found Mark and Dana. And Amy.

I went looking for you.

I knew you had to be somewhere alive.

I checked the barn and
then I heard you screaming,

I ran down here as fast as I could.

Mike! Stop!

Stop it, Mike.

Is he...?

Yeah.

He's dead.

Elmo... I've known him ever
since I was a little kid.

I can't believe he'd do all those things.

He didn't.

I did.

This is the last of them.

I've cleaned up behind myself.

Like I always do.

You know what Reverend Saranko says,

"Cleanliness is next to godliness."

You were out a long time,

but you've come back to us
at just the right moment.

I wanted you to know why did all this.

Nobody else would understand.

You were one of us once.

You were brought up in
the way you ought to go.

Reverend Saranko, your
friends, your family,

yet you departed from it.

You were gonna marry me, remember?

The money and the drugs and
the sex make you forget, huh?

You walked away from us for that manager.

Yes, I took care of him, too.

You left us,

wrote those songs about
death and killing yourself.

You shouldn't do that.

I wanted you to know,
to see what was coming

and to understand why.

You know who told me
that you and your friends

deserve to die for what you had done?

God.

He speaks to me sometimes, in my head.

Not always, only when
it's really important.

And you know what?

He sounds just like Reverend Saranko.

He's talking to me now.

He wants you to die like the others.

He wants me to do it, but I can't.

Forgive me Lord, I am a sinner.

I don't have the strength.

I'm just gonna leave you here.

You can take care.

Bye, Gina.

Hope you understand.

Forgive me.

Gina?

My gosh, what's happened to you?

Is this your barn?

The cabins?

I remember you said you
were gonna go up there.

Is that where we are?

I can't remember anything

since the day you came home to see Brooke.

I have these blackouts, Gina.

I do bad things sometimes, I think.

God, did I do that to you?

No.

No.

These are your friends, aren't they?

From the van?

What have I done?

Oh, God.

Not again.

Did I kill them?

Kill them all?

I'm so sorry, Gina.

I don't know.

Looks like they did decide
to vacate the premises.

If they left, and we
drove all the way up here

and all they had to do was call,

I'm going to kill them.

Now, you stay here I'm
gonna go take a look around

and see if they took your stuff with them.

You scared the life out of me.

I thought I told you to stay in the car.

I've been in the car all day.

I wanted to get out.

I can help.

All right.

There's not much left, come on over.

Okay kid, that's it.

Can you think of anything
else before we go?

'Cause we ain't coming back, honey pie.

Do you have to go?

All right, then off we go.

Wait, my necklace.

Oh, that medallion. The barn.

I said I'd get that for you, didn't I?

You sure did.

All right.

All right, I'll go snoop around for it.

But this time, you stay right here.

Gina, are you all right?

This don't look too bad.

But if left untreated,
they could become infected.

You people really did it this time.

Like sharks in a feeding frenzy,

you just tore each other apart.

Look what you've done.

You force me to make a difficult decision.

The professional decision;

to release you, treat your wounds,

and allow you to continue to
pollute your sister's world.

Or... to give Brooksie a
final chance for recovery

by keeping you out of her life forever.

I'm sorry, Brooke Verelli is my patient

and my primary concern.

If it's any comfort,

you should be gone from exposure

in less than 48 hours.

I'm sure your sister will be just fine,

now that the Dead Girls
are out of her life.

Forever!

Here you go, kiddo.

Thank you.

I'm gonna be all right now, aren't I?

You sure are.

Starting right now.