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Elsa, open the door! Please! Please!

You are such a wuss.

You rat. That's it. It's over.

No, you don't. Give it to me.

Come on, give it to me.

That movie sucks.

Don't you dare. That movie rules.

Yeah, right. Next.

I don't like watching these stupid horror movies

that are loaded with cheese whiz, okay?

Forgive me, Roger Ebert,

I figured in honor of Friday the 13th tomorrow,

a horror marathon was mandatory.

It's tired, just like these movies.

You have this fascination with the dark side.

You enjoy scaring people-- In particular, me.

I love the adrenaline rush.

Besides, horror films provide examples

of ordinary people overcoming their worst fears

and conquering evil. Save it for film class, Dawson.

These movies are unnecessarily violent and exploitive

and completely pointless to society.

Prude. Hmph.

...later in this newscast.

There's enough fear, death, and evil

without having to recreate it on film.

I don't need to watch some man in a mask slice up girls.

The world's already a scary place.

Authorities fear the Lady Killer has struck again.

The body of 18-year-old Amanda Ferris

was found in Boston this morning,

believed to be now the fifth victim of the serial killer...

Mm-hmm. See?

See what I mean?

Why do we need to have these horror movies to remind us

of how sick and demented the world really is, hm?

You talk big, Joey, and your argument is solid,

but it's merely deflecting the real issue.

Which is?

You are a grade-A, 100 percent scaredy-cat wuss.

Chew on ice.

Up next, we check into--

Does that make me a bad person?

Huh?

Hmm. Better.

...charming, and not so nice to me and he died, okay?

So why should I let this guy go?

Why? When everything in my body

says that this one is the one.

Okay, Dawson, where are you? Where'd you go?

Dawson? You're not scaring me here. You're not.

Dawson?

Dawson, you're so predictable, I swear.

You're just like your movies.

Ah!

No, Joey. I think you're the one who's predictable.

Dawson!

Hey, don't--

Come on!

I'm lying on the-- Don't! Stop!

♪ My heart is in my hands ♪

♪ My head is in the clouds ♪

♪ My feet have left The ground ♪

♪ My life is turning Around and round ♪

♪ And every voice Inside my head ♪

♪ Is telling me To run like mad ♪

♪ Oh, bows and arrows Stars and sunsets ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, yeah Hey, hey, hey, yeah ♪

♪ Every heartbeat Every kiss just ♪

♪ Makes me wonder What all this is ♪

♪ Suits of armor Hearts and arrows ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, yeah ♪

You can tell me, Dawson. What's your evil plan?

What are you talking about?

Friday the 13th, your favorite night of the year,

and your parents are out of town.

What movie villain you going as, huh?

Michael Myers or Norman Bates' mother?

It's not gonna happen.

No more life imitating movies for me.

Wait a minute. What'd I just hear?

That's right. I'm done trying to turn my life

into some exciting movie because you know what?

I'll end up getting disappointed.

Like when I started seeing Jen.

I thought, okay, from now on,

everything's gonna be

tortured and passionate and romantic

with some big happy ending.

Wasn't that at all.

The characters were flawed and uninspired.

The love scenes were... amateurish, to say the least,

and the ending was definitely not happy.

It wasn't even tragic. It just ended.

So, what are you trying to say, Dawson?

It's Friday the 13th, we got a serial killer

within striking distance of Capeside.

Gonna treat this like every other night?

Yep. Come on. No midnight seance?

No corpses falling out of the cupboards?

Nope.

Huh. Bummer, man.

Ha, ha, ha!

Sucker.

♪ Time's up, I thought That you were talking... ♪

Hey, Jen.

Hi, Cliff. What are you doing here?

This isn't your class.

Yeah. Uh, you want to go out tonight?

That's abrupt.

I'm kinda under the bell here.

Uh...look...

Cliff, I don't know.

I'm kinda down on the whole dating thing

after what happened last time, so--

Because the guy you dated wasn't any fun.

What are you talking about? Dawson's fun.

He is. He's probably the most original and imaginative date

on the planet. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm?

If that's how you feel,

how come you're not going out with him now?

Long story, Cliff.

All right, what about tonight?

Uh, well, uh...

Yeah, why not? I mean, I guess my social life

has been a little depleted lately, so...

So, what time?

I'll pick you up at 7.

Oh, my God!

Yeah. Let me guess.

Dawson, huh?

Dead Dawson.

You gotta admit, though, the guy does have a sense of humor.

I have humor.

I-- I know.

I know you do.

Uh-- I'm never late--

Uh, I'll-- Sorry.

I'll see you later?

Tonight, all right? Yeah, yeah.

♪ Nobody cares ♪

My brother's in the know 'cause he's a cop.

He says the victims are young girls around your age, Joey.

Listen, this killer apparently stalks his victims

with letters and phone calls

before he takes a knife to their throat and cuts out their heart.

No way. I'm not jokin'.

The killer collects hearts. They don't talk about it

'cause it's morbid, but it's true.

It's sad. I mean, the guy's really just lookin' for love.

I'm sure that'll be his defense when they find him, Jen.

Mm-mm. If they find him, Joey.

Dougie says this guy attacks in hundred-mile increments.

That makes Capeside the next likely target.

You never know where he could be.

He could be behind you right now.

Boo!

Dawson! Stop it!

You're gonna send me to the rubber room, I swear.

Ah, you love it, and you know it.

Okay. Seance tonight at my house.

This one is gonna blow your minds.

What about no more life imitating movies, Dawson?

Well, let's just say that old habits die hard.

And old friends die even harder.

So, what have you got planned?

Ah, don't worry. I think your heart can handle it.

Hey.

So is everybody in?

Actually, I kinda made plans with Cliff tonight.

I can't come.

Oh, really?

Uh, does that bother you?

Should it?

I don't know. No, it doesn't bother me.

Does it bother you that it doesn't bother me?

Should it?

I don't know. Heh.

No, no, that doesn't bother me.

Well, I'm glad nobody's bothered.

Oh, God!

Thanks, Dawson. Thanks for giving me a break.

Okay. That was sly.

You dog.

Well, what, don't I get a scare?

What do you mean?

I mean, you scared Joey and Pacey.

We're still friends, right?

Yeah. I-- I just figured you weren't into scary stuff.

Well, I-I'm not, really. It's just that I...

What?

Nothin'. Um, have fun tonight.

We will.

See ya later.

Pacey, you're such a jerk! Oh! You're so gross!

John Carpenter's use of light and dark

was very reminiscent of early...

Hitchcock? Hitchcock.

In Halloween, he would always fill the frame

so that you were always on guard.

He would frame the actors

so there was always something in the frame with them.

Sometimes it was only a tree branch.

Then again, that was the mastery.

That concludes our special Friday the 13th discussion.

We return to David Lean on Monday.

Until then...

Dawson. Hey, wait up. What's up?

Quick question. I hate to do this, but I need a favor.

What?

I need some advice. I'm takin' Jen out tonight.

I kinda feel like this is my last shot,

and I really wanna go for it.

Where do you think I should take her?

You know? I'm gonna stay out of this.

No. Come on. Help me out.

I mean, I want the evening to be incredible.

You know Jen. What does she like?

I want it to be imaginative and original.

And according to her, uh, you're the expert on all that junk.

She said that?

What-- What exactly did she say?

Come on, dude. I need your help. What does she want?

What does anybody want, Cliff?

I mean, she wants to have a good time. She wants to have fun.

No, that's too broad. I mean, I know my definition of fun,

but I'm not so sure of Jen's.

Let me think.

Think. We like think.

Think is good.

Hey.

Oh, God! God, you scared me!

Hey, look at this.

Where'd you get that?

I don't know. I think...

You know, I bet that Dawson put this in my locker.

Well, how do you know it was Dawson?

Oh, come on. I mean, this reeks of Dawson.

Don't worry. I'll protect you, all right? I'll see you later?

Yeah-- Where are we going tonight?

It's a surprise,

but I promise it's gonna be original

and unpredictable.

Hello.

Hello?

Who is this?

You tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine.

Okay, Dawson, I got your note. I feel very part of.

Thank you very much. Now you can stop.

Who's Dawson?

All right, yeah, I saw this movie.

So tell me your name.

Drew Barrymore.

Look, you want to play this game?

Let's cut right to the chase.

What's your favorite scary movie?

Friday the 13th. What's yours?

The Ten Commandments. Don't ask.

So are you the famed Lady Killer?

Are you waiting outside on a cellular to cut my heart out?

Maybe.

Yeah, well, free advice, all right?

Find a better heart.

Mine's a little dented.

Aw. Did somebody hurt you?

No. It's completely self-inflicted.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Well, maybe I can help.

All right, Dawson,

this is as far as we need to go with this one.

Once again, who's Dawson?

All right, where are ya, outside?

That would be too predictable.

I'm far closer than that.

That's enough. Why don't you search the house?

Dawson, you didn't sneak into the house, did you?

'Cause-- 'Cause you are lucky my grams isn't here.

This guy Dawson sounds like a real loser.

Yeah, well, he's not, all right?

Just a little out there, but in a good way.

How's your grandfather?

You know, Dawson...

Hiding in my gramps' bedroom is really, really low.

Okay. All right, you got me now.

Okay, Dawson? I'm officially scared. You can come out.

Oh!

Where are you?

Whatever you do, Jennifer, don't look under the bed.

Gramps.

Okay. All right. You know what, Dawson?

This is-- This is no longer funny, okay?

Stop calling me Dawson.

Who are you?

Guess.

Who's there?

I said, who's there?

Oh, God! Jennifer! It's only me.

Couldn't find my front door key.

Who's on the phone, dear?

Who is this?

Soon, Jennifer. Soon.

♪ Wasting all the fun ♪

♪ Keep it all that's done ♪

♪ You could say we argued ♪

♪ But we tried ♪

♪ Well, Mary finds a ride ♪

Too late. Saw it.

Saw what?

One of your shady pranks

you have in store for us tonight.

I don't know what you're talking about.

If you're referring to my childhood fascination with fear,

you'll be happy to know I've matured.

Right. So, what's behind the couch?

Nothing! Huh? Come on. Let me see.

No! There's nothing. Don't push me!

And don't think for one second you fooled me

with your innocent, "Who, me? I'm Richie Cunningham" act.

I know it's a con, Dawson. I'm on to you.

Then you have nothing to fear.

Here's Pacey. Let's go. Where?

The store. We have to cater the evening.

Yee! I don't like riding with him.

He's a menace on the road. Nah, you ain't hallucinating.

Pacey's got the jeep.

Can I hear ya say "Yeah"?

Can I hear ya say, "Oh, yeah"?

I am so against this.

Seriously, I'm a good driver.

You got nothing to worry about.

Just get in the bus, Gus.

Yee!

♪ You are very frail ♪

♪ If you want me to drive you To the city ♪

♪ Now it looks like rain ♪

♪ So what's another... ♪

Congratulations. You are the world's worst driver.

I'm not hearing that, Dawson.

Can you watch the car, Joe? Why?

Well... I can't really turn it off.

I mean, I can, but it's a hassle,

'cause I don't have the keys.

Oh, yeah. I forget. You steal it.

Hey, you borrow from family.

You never steal.

Who do you think you are?

Shut up! Shut up!

You do not own me! Don't! Don't touch me.

You're crazy, you know that? You're crazy!

Get out of my face, wench!

Oh, I got your face, wench!

Should we do something?

It's a domestic squabble. Back off.

Hey! Let go-- Stop it!

Let go of me!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Where do

you think you're going?

None of your damn business!

I'm gone.

You're puke, you know that?

You two-cent lowlife! I hate you!

Jerk!

Hi, boys.

Having a party?

Uh...yeah, we are.

Is it a milk and cookies kind of a party?

It doesn't have to be.

Oh, don't tell me. You're not 21.

Almost, you know? Just another couple of weeks.

You want me to score you a bottle of wine?

Uh, yeah, that would be great.

Not gonna pay for that first?

And take all the fun out of it?

I'll see ya outside.

Oh, God.

Hi there.

Hi.

What's your name?

Joey.

Hi, Joey. I'm David.

I'm a little lost.

I was on my way to Providence,

and I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.

Providence? You're more than a little lost.

Maybe you can point me in the right direction.

Sure. Um, you just take Elm street,

which is this street right here,

and you take it a few miles until you hit the highway...

Oh, I'm sorry. Was I staring?

It's just that you have the most intense eyes.

Has anyone ever told you that?

They're really piercing.

Thanks.

God, I'm so tired.

I've been on the road all day.

Is there a hotel around here?

Um, yeah. Actually, not too far.

Well, I don't know this area at all.

How about you?

Do you live nearby?

What's goin' on?

You need something?

No, sport... I don't.

Thanks for your help, Joey.

Good luck.

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?

That guy could be the Lady Killer.

He was lost. He needed directions.

Oh, please. That's the oldest trick in the book.

Next thing you know, you're in the woods

with tape on your mouth and a rope around your neck.

You are so paranoid.

But serial killers are typically white males in their 20s.

Hello. It's the '90s. You gotta be careful.

Whatever.

Here ya go, sweetie. Excellent.

Cay-ber-net saw-vig-non. My favorite.

You know, my buddy's having a seance over at his house,

and I was just wondering if you'd like to come along.

Ursula! I'd love to!

Get in the car, Ursula! Where are your wheels?

Over there.

Where do ya think you're going?

Away from you! Pacey, lock the doors!

Go, Pacey! Open this door!

Now!

Get out here!

Loser!

Cliff. 7:00, right on the dot.

I never keep a lady waiting.

Are you Clifford Elliot?

Hello, ma'am. I found this mail on your porch.

Oh, thank you, Clifford.

Oh, I've heard a lot about you.

Quarterback, top of the honor roll,

and I see you every week at the First Church of the Nazarene.

Grams, you're drooling.

And doesn't our little Jennifer look pretty tonight?

Yes, ma'am, she does. Goodbye, Grams.

Oh. You two kids have fun now,

and have her home by midnight,

or she'll turn into a pumpkin.

Okay, I will, I promise.

I'll take good care of her.

She likes you.

Not-- Not a good sign.

Oh, really?

I-- You know, um, it's kinda chilly.

Maybe I should go get my jacket.

Well, actually, we're not going that far,

just about a hundred feet.

Really? Where are we going?

Dawson's. He's having a seance. Won't that be killer?

Hmm. It's a nice house.

Oh! Caramel corn.

Oh, my God!

Who did that?

Dawson!

Too easy.

Oh, it's all right. I love to be scared.

My boyfriend, Eddie, scares the goop outta me.

I can imagine.

I need a drink.

Everybody help yourself.

So, uh, thanks for the phone call.

What phone call? Oh, was I supposed to call you?

Yeah. And the note in my locker. Nice touch.

You know, it was a bit harsh, but you do strive for realism.

What note? What phone call?

Oh, come on, don't play dumb with me.

I know you're trying to scare me.

No, I'm not. Why would I do that?

Because it's-it's what you do.

It's Friday the 13th.

Yeah, but, Jen, Fake snakes.

I'm sorry I didn't plan anything specific for you.

I didn't think you'd get into it.

Hmm. Okay.

Nothing here.

Got a corkscrew?

It's not cold, so we'll have to add some ice.

It's like a fun house in here.

Thanks. Uh, Joey, could you get the seance book?

It's in the hall closet.

Hey, man, thanks for having me over. This is perfect.

You think?

The most original first date I can think of.

How many guys would bring a girl

to their ex-boyfriend's house?

It's classic.

I think she's really warmin' up to me, man.

Congratulations.

Joey, is it just me, or is this too weird for words?

I mean, I'm on a date, and I end up here?

Come on. Whose idea was this?

Cliff's?

No, no. He's not that inventive.

This is definitely the work of Dawson.

Ya think?

Spirits...are you with us?

Whoo...spirits, come to us. Whoo.

Ursula, are you, like, a spirit goddess?

I channel from time to time.

I have a couple of sister spirits

that occupy my body occasionally.

Dionne and Latoya?

You know what we should do?

We should channel the victim of the Lady Killer.

Maybe they'd ID the guy.

We could get that reward money. That'd be sweet.

Did you guys know he likes to stalk his victims?

Usually coming in contact through notes and phone calls.

Really? Yeah.

That's how he got that girl down in North Carolina.

He sent her notes and followed her home from school one day.

Then he peeked through her window.

And then he called, pretending to be somebody else.

That's creepy. You got a call, didn't you?

Somebody called you?

Yes, and his name is Dawson.

Jen, I swear I didn't call you.

You know, why don't you finish the story?

But you don't like scary stuff.

I have a contradicting personality.

Please continue.

Okay.

So anyway, so he called her

and learned she was gonna be home alone that night.

Now, she lived in a town where nobody locked their doors.

He disconnected her electricity, cut off her phone,

walked right through the front door, up her stairs,

into her bedroom while she was sleeping,

and cut out her heart in one, clean sweep.

He uses a long, lacerating scalpel,

so they think he might be a doctor.

You know what makes that story so scary?

It's true.

You think stuff like that never happens,

but then it always does.

I've got a story.

It's true too.

A woman with a newborn

goes out to the country to pick blueberries.

She leaves the baby in the back in his little car seat,

with the door open so she can hear him if he cries.

She goes out picking in the blueberry patch,

and after about a half an hour,

she realizes she hasn't heard a peep from the baby.

Uh-oh.

She runs back to the car, looks in the back.

A huge snake has crawled down the throat of the baby,

its tail wagging out.

So in major shock, she reaches in,

yanks the snake out, and along with it,

comes all the baby's insides.

That's not scary. That's disgusting.

It's nasty.

Poor baby.

I have a scary story.

There's this young kid, this boy,

who goes to this convenience store

and picks up this woman.

She's wild, you know, a little crazy.

But pretty.

And he takes her back to his friend's house,

where they're having all these, like, fun and games.

And what none of them know is that this woman

is a little ill--

You know, like, in the head,

the result of years of abuse.

And that, in her purse,

she carries this great, big knife...

Because sometimes, just for fun,

she likes to slice open throats

and see how far the blood will spurt.

Heh...

What the hell? This freaks me out.

Dawson, turn the lights back on.

It wasn't me. It must be a blackout.

Really? A blackout during our seance.

How coincidental, Dawson.

Yeah. I think I'll call the electrical company.

Well, imagine that. The phone's dead.

Don't look at me. I--

Great! No phones, no electricity.

Maybe it's the Lady Killer.

Maybe it's doofus Dawson!

The joke's over, 'cause I'm gettin' a little spooked here.

Are the doors locked? Yeah, we should check.

Joey and Pacey, check the front door.

Jen and Cliff, uh, get some flashlights

from the upstairs closet.

Hey, where are you going?

I'm gonna check the fuse box. You stay.

No, no, no, no. I'm coming with you.

Okay.

He's got ya. You're so scared.

No, I'm not.

Please. Quit trippin' out.

This is just Dawson up to his old, tired tricks.

There's no psychopath in this house.

Yes, there is, and you brought her.

Don't you remember what happened with Tamara?

This could end up even worse.

Your bizarre mother complex

is gonna get us all killed.

I don't know. I think she's kinda sexy.

She's into me, don't ya think? Huh?

She's a nut case. The story about the knife in her purse?

Face it, Pacey. You have the worst taste in women.

Oh, and coming from you, that really hurts.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, what about your taste, Joey?

You're gonna go to your grave

pining away for your best friend,

a guy who's so oblivious, he doesn't have a clue

that you lust after him morning, noon and night.

I don't lust after him.

Right. Denial, denial.

Um...

Should we check it out?

Yeah. Go for it.

You're not scared, are ya?

Ha. No.

Ooh! God!

Cliff?

Cliff.

Ah!

God, you scared me. Oh!

I'm sorry.

Oh, man!

For a second there, I thought you were that psycho woman.

Oh! She's a trip, isn't she?

You know, I think we're being set up.

What do you mean?

Oh, come on.

Something's gonna come flying out of the closet.

Uh, snakes, a bloody corpse.

So much for your theory.

See? What did I tell ya?

I mean, Dawson has been doing this to me all day.

First-- First,

that note in my locker,

the phone calls at my house...

How do you know it was him?

Who else?

Well, what if Dawson had nothing to do with it?

I mean, what if...

What if there really is some psychopath

following you around trying to kill you?

It's cold in here.

Here. Take this.

Mm-hmm.

What'd ya think, I was gonna pull a knife on ya?

No.

Of course not.

I don't stab people.

I take a pistol, and I shoot 'em in the head.

I'm just playing with you, sweetie.

You're a good actress.

That's funny you say that.

I thought I might go out to Hollywood,

but then, I don't know.

I met Eddie.

The guy from the parking lot?

Yeah, he's a lunatic, that guy.

He's been in the pen.

What for?

Assault and battery.

He took this guy's head

and shoved it into a wall.

The guy's eyeball was dangling from its socket.

He's a monster.

But he--

He's my monster.

You know, love is a really complicated bitch.

You can say that again.

See? I knew you had an issue.

I have this... extra-circular... sensory thing.

You just broke up with a certain girl that's inside--

I felt the emotion--

But don't you worry. She loves you back.

What do you know about it?

I know that she wants you.

And you have been scaring her all night,

so it's obvious you want her.

I haven't scared her once. I've been scaring Joey.

Yeah, the brunette, cute, feisty.

The two of you will work out.

Look, Jen's my ex-girlfriend, not Joey.

There's your problem. You're dating the wrong girl.

No! Joey and I have this intense friendship.

Nothing more.

We've got that extrasensory canal thing

you were talking about.

You know, I don't get this.

I set it on the timer so it would go off right at 11--

The blackout was all a big stunt?

Yeah, but the fuse box,

it's like somebody's jammed it.

What was that?

Let's get back inside.

Where have you been?

Trying to get the lights on. Where's Joey?

She went that way to look for you.

You let her go by herself?

Hey, Joey!

Joey!

Jo--

Joey?

Joey!

Oh, my God! Joey!

Joey! Talk to me.

Joey.

Funny.

Very funny. I gotcha, Dawson.

That was lame.

That was really lame.

You can dish it out, but you can't take it?

The level of scare here is different.

I give you rubber snakes, not Joey dead.

There's a difference. Boo-hoo.

It was Jen's idea and, quite frankly, a good one.

Jen, it was your idea?

Hey, your notes and phone calls

were a little more than rubber appliances.

They were very real and very scary, I might add.

Jen, I don't know what you're talking about.

I didn't send you any notes. I didn't call you.

Are you serious?

All right. You look me straight in the face

and tell me that you didn't try to spook me.

I didn't try to spook you.

Say honest to God.

Jen, you don't believe in God.

Well, then, who did?

The Lady Killer-- I don't know, Jen!

And why didn't you?

What?

Why didn't you try to scare me?

I mean, what, don't I rank with you anymore?

Jen, you broke up with me.

You clearly don't want me

or anything that has to do with me, so, yeah,

I kind of crossed you off the list.

Well, then, why did you even invite us to your house?

I don't know.

Help Cliff out.

Maybe an attempt to get over you.

Or watch over me?

I really don't like the way things are, Jen.

♪ Don't talk about tomorrow ♪

♪ When I can't see Past tonight ♪

Not a good idea! No.

No, no.

No. I should go.

Okay.

But, you know, Dawson, whatever's going on between us,

I don't want you

crossing me off any more of your lists, okay?

Consider yourself uncrossed.

So then, scare me next time, all right?

Don't worry. I got ya covered.

♪ ...your hand now ♪

♪ While you talk to me So sweet ♪

♪ Don't hold me to the promises That I can't hardly keep ♪

So are you scared?

I am peeing in my pants.

You know, I may look young,

but I have been with older women before.

Did you hear that?

There's someone in those bushes.

You bitch, you!

Stay away from me!

Pacey, get him! Get him! Come on!

I'm gonna kill you!

Has anybody seen Jen-- Get! Get!

I'll kill the both of you!

Promises! Promises!

Pacey will tear you apart!

He's my new man, and he'll protect me!

Don't tell him that. What's going on?

Her boyfriend's outside. He's really pissed!

I'm gonna call the police, Eddie!

Yes, I will! I'm gonna call 'em right now!

No can do. I disconnected the phone line out back.

He's lost it. I'm getting outta here.

He's lookin' for a way in.

The doors!

What's he doing, climbing the walls?

Eddie's strong but he's no Spider-Man.

He's climbing the ladder.

He's gonna climb through your window.

Go to Jen's. Call Doug. Get help.

The window's open.

He's in.

Are you trying to take away my woman?

No, sir, not at all.

Say goodbye!

You're dead.

Stop it!

Get-- Hey!

Get off of him! Eddie?

Talk to me, sweetie.

I'm sorry, baby.

Eddie, are you okay?

I'm gonna take ya home, sweetie.

I love you, Ursula.

I love you.

Let me get us the hell out of here.

These kids are weird!

Oh. Sorry about the damage.

I work down at the bowling alley in Daleman.

If you come down, I'll give ya a discount on your shoes.

Thanks.

Well, that was a complete nightmare.

I thought you liked to be scared, though.

Wrong. There is nothing I like less.

Are you sure?

I mean, it's just not what Dawson said.

What do you mean?

You know how I feel about you, right, Jen?

I mean, do you know how I feel about you?

Uh...

I like you. I think... I think you're great.

Thanks, Cliff. Um... I think you're great too.

No, you don't.

No. I-I do. I-I think you're a really sweet guy.

I just kinda got the feeling

that you like Dawson because he's so creative,

and maybe you think I'm too stiff

or unimaginative or not unique enough.

No... No. I don't think that at all.

Well, so I went to Dawson, and I asked his advice.

No. You asked Dawson's advice?

And he told me you really like to be scared,

and if I got you all worked up, that I--

I don't know-- You'd be impressed.

Wait a minute.

You-- You're the one that called me this afternoon and--

And the notes, you're the one that sent the notes.

Okay, and Dawson told you to do this.

No, no. I came up with that all on my own.

It's pretty cool, huh?

Cliff, um...

You know what?

To be honest with you, Cliff,

I'm not really in the market for a boyfriend right now.

I mean, my love life has kind of crashed and burned,

and I'm just picking up the pieces.

But if I were, I'd want you to be yourself, okay?

Not some Dawson knockoff.

Yeah, I guess that's pretty stupid, huh?

Me trying to be original by copying somebody else.

Yeah.

♪ ...by restrained desire ♪

♪ I want what I need ♪

♪ Shaking as her sex Takes hold ♪

♪ I've lost all control ♪

♪ Temptation ♪

Well, looks like we're here.

♪ Temptation ♪

You think I could give you a good-night kiss?

Uh, um, you know--

Oh! I'm sorry.

Oh! Uh, uh, that's okay. That's okay, Grams.

No, no, no, no, no.

Go right ahead. Didn't mean to interrupt.

Hello, Clifford. Hello, ma'am.

I-I'll be right in.

No, no. Don't hurry.

Take your time.

You know, I think my Grams has the hots for you.

Are you interested?

Well, I kinda have a crush on somebody else.

Good night, Cliff.

Night, Grams.

I really like that Clifford Elliot.

Good stock.

Yeah, he's...very nice.

Um, I'm just gonna go hit the sack.

Oh, you have some mail, dear.

Oh!

What is it, dear?

Oh, um...

Actually, Grams, it's for you.

Good night.

Ooh!

Ha, ha. I scared you pretty bad with this baby.

Yeah, but not as bad as I scared you.

I wasn't scared.

I saw the look on your face

when you saw me tumble out of the closet.

I don't know.

I thought maybe for a second

you might even... be sad if I died.

Joey, that's ridiculous.

You wouldn't be sad?

Thanks.

Are you kidding? God, I would be inconsolable.

Joey...

If you died, God, I...

I don't know what I would do.

That's the worst possible thing I could imagine.

What about me?

Would you shed any tears if I died?

So ya sleepin' over?

Do ya mind?

I don't know. All this mayhem has really spooked me out.

It was fun, though, wasn't it?

Yeah, but Friday the 13th's over,

so no more brushes with death, okay?

Can we just go to sleep

and pretend the world's a safe and happy place to live?

Okay, Joey.

Cute. Cute.

Authorities believe they have arrested

the multiple murderer known as the Lady Killer.

Identified as David Blancher,

the suspect was found prowling

a residential neighborhood in Capeside.

When officers inspected his car,

they found evidence linking him with the murders

that have terrorized the eastern seaboard

for the past few months.

We'll bring you more on the Lady Killer arrest

in our full report, coming up. Bob?

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