Original subtitles

You can leave now.

Now!

My name is Dr. Bloom.

You can call me Henry.

Or, if you would feel more comfortable,

you can just call me Doc.

Fuck off, Doc.

I'm not one for games, Ricky.

I'm a professional.

My time is very valuable.

Oh, and mine isn't?

Your time is running out, son.

I'm your last chance.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well what makes you think you can

bullshit your way into my head like every other

pencil-necked piece of shit?

I told you to get out!

Sit down, Ricky.

Let's get something straight.

I will ask the questions.

You will answer them.

You will talk.

I will listen.

But then you know that.

I'm not the first psychiatrist you've seen.

No kiddin'.

Fine.

Then let's get started.

I need to ask you something.

Shoot.

It's your dime.

It's my dime.

Who killed your parents?

You really wanna know?

Who, Ricky?

Who did it?

Santa Claus.

It was Christmas Eve.

I was just a baby, and Billy was only seven.

But he knew all about Santa Claus.

Mom, what time is it?

It's almost 4:30, honey.

We're gonna be at Grandpa's pretty soon.

What time does Santa Claus come?

Not until everyone is asleep in bed, honey.

Can't I stay up and see him?

I wouldn't if I were you.

It's naughty to stay up past your bedtime.

What if we don't get home by my bedtime?

We will, hon, don't worry.

Santa Claus is gonna bring you a big surprise tonight.

You just wait and see.

It was night by the time we reached that turnoff.

I don't know what made him stop.

What's that?

Hmm?

Actually, I do know what made him stop.

There it is again, see?

There's something up there, all right.

Do you see what I see?

Billy was there.

You think we should wake up Billy?

Billy told me everything.

Santa Claus!

Looks like you get to see him tonight after all, Billy.

Need a ride, Santa Claus?

Oh no, not exactly.

Jim, go!

Oh, yeah?

Gonna hit me?

Shoot.

Ho, ho, ho.

It was him, jolly Saint Nick

with a knife in his hand.

Where are you, you little bastard?

Bastard.

He left us out there to die.

That was a long time ago.

How could you possibly remember all that?

Because I was there.

You know, I don't like your attitude, Bloom.

My attitude is not the issue, Mr. Caldwell.

Oh, I forgot.

You in a hurry, Doc?

Am I wasting your valuable time?

Tell me about your stay at Saint Mary's orphanage.

I hated that fucking place.

It was rough on both of us.

And Christmastime was always the worst.

All right, now, who's next?

We haven't seen your drawing yet, have we?

It didn't exactly bring out the best in Billy.

Billy, Billy.

Okay.

Come on up here.

Put your drawing up on the board with the others.

You put it in place, and I'll put the tape on it.

Sister, look.

Billy, take that down.

Explain this, William.

I'm sorry, Mother Superior.

Are you?

I don't think so.

But you will be.

You will learn what it is to be sorry.

Now go to your room and stay there.

Yes, Mother Superior.

Until I tell you to come out.

You finally have what you've

been asking for, Mother Superior.

Proof.

Of what, Sister Margaret?

Of what I've been saying.

That it's all still inside him.

Simply because something

unfortunate happened to his parents,

which he knows nothing about,

is no reason to allow him to run wild.

He must be taught.

Good day, Sister.

Good day, Mother Superior.

I think you've been locked away up here long enough.

Why don't you come out and help us build our snowman?

I can't.

Look, Billy, Mother Superior

only wants what's best for you.

And I think what's best for you is to come

out and play with the other children, okay?

Hmm?

- Yes. - Okay.

You filthy devil!

You'll pay for this.

Punishment.

You devil, take your punishment.

Devil!

How dare you! Please.

William!

Don't blame him, Mother Superior,

I told him he could come out.

Stay out of this, Sister Margaret.

William, come here.

Billy, what's wrong?

Your brother's a nutcase, that's what's wrong.

No, he's not!

Take it back!

Boys.

What did you see upstairs, William?

Nothing, Mother Superior.

What they were doing was something very, very naughty.

They thought they could do it without being caught.

But when we do something naughty, we are always caught.

And then we are punished.

Punishment is absolute.

Punishment is good.

Yes, Mother Superior.

You left your room, William.

Yes, Mother Superior.

Very, very naughty.

She was naughty.

Do you miss your brother?

What do you think?

You felt sorry for him.

Why?

I feel sorry for you.

You do?

Yeah.

You're shrink number 13.

Good.

That's my lucky number.

Do you dream, Ricky?

I don't sleep.

But Billy had dreams, bad dreams.

Every day I'd hear about 'em.

But every night he'd live 'em.

Please let me up.

Mother Superior had a thing about discipline.

- Sister Margaret. - What was naughty

and what wasn't.

- Let me out. - Leave him alone.

Let me out of here.

Let me out of here.

Let me up.

Let me up!

Let me out of here!

Please.

Help.

Sister Margaret?

But on Christmas day.

- No! - It all went straight to hell

No, no, no!

Oh, no, no! Ginny, out of the way.

You will learn gratitude.

Say thank you to Santa Claus.

No, no, no!

Billy, Billy!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be naughty.

Don't punish me, please.

William.

No one heard him screaming.

But I did.

New tape.

What do you see out there?

Bars.

Let's jump ahead.

Let's.

Your brother eventually left the orphanage.

Yeah.

Left you alone.

He didn't leave me.

He was 18.

Mother Superior got him a job at the local toy store.

That's very good.

Very realistic.

Isn't it, Mrs. Randall?

He's definitely fat and jolly.

Take a closer look at yourself in the mirror, Billy.

- Picture that. - Now just remember,

lots of ho, ho, ho.

And try not to scare the little bastards.

I guess they think the old guy is scary.

Silly, isn't it?

Silly.

Stop it.

Please, stop it.

Do you have any idea what you're doing?

You're being naughty.

I don't bring toys to naughty children.

I punish them severely.

He sure knows how to handle kids.

He's great, isn't he?

Mommy.

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year ♪

♪ Good tidings for you ♪

♪ Wherever you are ♪

♪ We wish you a merry Christmas ♪

♪ And a happy new year ♪

Hey, Santa!

Santa, you'd better sober up.

You got a long night ahead of you.

Huh?

Well you remember what Santa Claus

does on Christmas eve, don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know what he does.

♪ Santa's waiting ♪

♪ Christmas eve is slowly fading ♪

♪ Can you hear him in the night ♪

♪ Close the door ♪

♪ Turn out the light ♪

♪ Santa's watching ♪

♪ Santa's creeping ♪

♪ Now you're nodding ♪

♪ Now you're sleeping ♪

♪ Were you good for Mom and Dad ♪

Oh, stop it.

Come on.

Come on, don't do that, Andy.

Andy.

Uh-uh.

No, don't do that.

Come on, let's go back now.

Andy, stop it!

Please, Andy, no!

No!

You bastard.

Naughty!

Bastard, you're crazy.

Get the hell away from me!

Did you hear something?

I didn't hear anything, Mr. Simms.

Must have been your imagination.

Punishment is good!

I heard something, by God.

No.

Anybody in here?

Mr. Simms!

Mr. Simms!

Come out here and see this.

This is lovely.

Mr. Simms, are you hiding in there?

Answer.

Operator.

Thank God.

No!

But it wasn't his fault.

It couldn't be.

Then whose fault was it?

It was that bitch Superior.

She made him do it.

Was Billy being naughty?

No.

They were naughty.

He punished the bad ones.

How did he know who the bad ones were?

He didn't have to look very far.

Oh, shit.

What?

Sorry, Tommy.

I gotta go upstairs for a minute.

What for?

Um, the cat wants to come inside.

How do you know?

I heard her collar jingling at the door.

Uh.

There you are, you bad kitty.

Punish!

What are you doing?

No, no!

Punish, punish.

Holy shit.

Denise?

Are you okay?

If this is some kind of joke, I'm gonna kill her.

- Operator. - Operator!

Operator, I need the police.

Dial 911 for emergency.

Sir, is this a joke?

Punish.

Punish.

But the others were innocent.

Oh, no, they deserved it.

But no one understood.

Not even the police.

Can you believe this?

It's Christmas eve, and we got orders

to bring in Santa Claus.

Hey, look.

What are you doing?

What do you think you're doing?

Hold it!

Stop right there!

Daddy.

Daddy?

Daddy almost got his present early.

But Billy was miles away.

It was something to see.

Cops stopping every Santa between here and the state line.

But that didn't matter to Billy.

He knew the roads, the shortcuts.

He knew exactly where he was going.

And nothing was gonna stop him.

At least not for long.

Look at this hill.

Virgin, man.

The only kind you'll ever get.

I'm going down first.

What's the matter, you afraid?

Be quiet for a minute.

I feel like somebody's watching me.

Like who?

Well, if it isn't Bob and Mack.

Now why don't you guys just get the fuck out of the way?

Glad to, little man.

But, uh, we're gonna go sledding.

Oh, that's the plan.

Yeah.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry.

Now get outta here!

- Come on. - Go on, get out of here.

Yeah.

- All right. - All right, let's go.

You go first.

Oh, okay.

Hey, what if I hit a tree?

Just go.

Yeah.

All right.

Now watch this.

Oh, God!

Billy hated bullies.

But he was starting to leave a bloody trail.

Three more murders.

I'm alerting my men all night.

Kid may be nuts, but he's not stupid.

There oughta be a way we can predict his next move.

Oh, my Lord.

Sister Margaret had it all figured out.

She always knew the score.

But Mother Superior called the shots.

It's fairly obvious where he was going.

Really?

Well, maybe we're just jerking off here then.

Huh?

If you say so.

You're good, Doc, but I know all the moves.

I could squash you like a bug.

You don't scare me.

Not yet.

I want those papers folded and stacked.

And I want each one of you to write a nice

thank you to Santa for his visit later.

If any of you get wet or start

to feel cold, come back inside.

Wow.

Cut it out!

Don't you see who's coming?

Hey, Billy!

Billy?

This is Officer Barnes.

I'm approaching the orphanage now.

Shit!

Hey, hold it!

Don't take another step or I'll shoot!

- Billy. - Get out of there,

get away from him!

Billy.

Oh, my God.

Children, inside!

Hurry! Santa.

- What happened? - Ricky!

Come away from there.

One problem.

It wasn't Billy.

It was old man Kelsey, the janitor.

Poor, deaf son of a bitch.

Mother Superior was pretty pissed off.

I guess the cop kind of felt bad about it too.

I couldn't give a shit.

I knew Billy'd take care of him.

He was dressed as a Santa Claus.

I'm sorry for what happened,

but there is a killer on the way here.

Oh, the children.

No harm must come to the children.

Do you understand?

That's why I'm here, Sister.

I am Mother Superior.

And so far, all you have done is harm.

I'm gonna check out the grounds.

In the meantime, you make sure everyone

stays locked up inside.

Don't let anybody come in unless you know exactly who it is.

No one is going to get in that doesn't belong here.

Punish.

Poor things, they're scared to death.

Oh, yes.

They need something to keep their mind off it.

We're gonna sing.

Ready, Sister?

Deck the Halls.

Andrew, where do you think you're going?

Come on, we need altos.

No, don't!

It's Santa.

Chrissie, stay away!

But Mother Superior...

Chrissie.

It's Santa Claus.

Stay away from him.

Come here.

Andrew, come here.

There's no Santa Claus.

Naughty.

There is no Santa Claus.

Naughty, naughty

There is no Santa Claus!

Naughty!

You're safe now.

Santa Claus is gone.

Naughty.

Very naughty.

So, this is me, huh?

They closed the orphanage after that.

You bet.

But kindly Sister Mary was able to find me a family.

The Rosenbergs.

They definitely did not get involved with Christmas.

The sister gave them my background.

And they treated me okay.

I was finally able to act like a kid.

Not some freak show with a killer for a brother.

It wasn't bad.

Hell, what did I know?

I was 12 years old.

- Martha, Martha. - Oh, Jill.

Hi. How are you?

Oh, good to see you.

Ricky, stay right there, okay?

Oh, I'm so glad I ran into you,

I wanted to know all about...

- Mom. - Just a second, honey.

Mom.

Ricky, darling, Mommy is talking.

Mom, look.

What is it, sweetheart?

I don't know what is wrong. Oh, that's okay.

So anyway.

Well good afternoon, Sisters.

I'll be right with you.

Jill, hold this.

Oh, my God.

Need to go.

You've got to understand the situation.

Understand?

The boy, he had some kind of a seizure.

This is not normal.

I was afraid they'd send me back.

Morty, Morty, you didn't see it.

You don't know, you weren't there.

- Yeah, but he's my son. - Crazy kid and all that.

I'd like to know what the hell is going on here!

If I may make a suggestion...

But Sister Mary straightened things out.

And pretty soon, the whole thing was forgotten.

Mother Superior has assured me

that his behavior will improve once

he has a stable family environment.

Morty, he needs us.

Come on, honey.

I'd like to spend some time with him.

It was about five years later that my stepdad died.

And guess what?

That hit me pretty hard.

The Rosenbergs had always been good to me.

And I knew what she was going through.

All alone.

After the funeral, I needed some time.

I felt like running away.

I've never told anybody this before.

Let it out.

Here it comes.

I used to walk for hours on those back roads.

No one was close.

No one to lose.

You tend to get paranoid when everyone around you gets dead.

That's life.

It doesn't really work that way.

Is that cold?

You're gonna need a new shirt.

Why?

What do you mean?

I mean, I see something I like.

Eddie, you are such a pig.

Yeah.

That's what you like about me, ain't it?

Now say it.

Say what?

You know.

Tell me you want it.

Eddie.

Look, if you don't tell me you want it, you can't have it.

I do want it.

But not right now.

You're always in such a hurry with me.

Yeah, so what?

So maybe I'm tired of you always grabbing at me.

With your friends, it's real funny.

But not right now.

So leave me alone.

Come on.

Eddie!

This will be fun.

Eddie.

Ain't this exciting?

Goddamn it, Eddie, stop it!

Naughty.

Fuck this.

I'm gettin' a beer.

Then I'll be back.

You're an asshole, Eddie!

Thank you.

Going too fast for you, Doc?

Red car.

Good point.

You got any kids, Doc?

No, we were never blessed with children.

Married, then, huh?

Yes, but my wife has been dead many years.

Too bad.

How'd you meet her?

In college.

And that's none of your business.

My old lady couldn't afford to send me to college.

So I got a job.

I was 18.

Washing dishes, dumping trash.

That kind of shit.

At the Chez Ritz across town.

Rocco!

- I think you'll enjoy this. - Come on, Rocco.

It sounded like some squirrel

getting its nuts squeezed.

- Rocco, let's talk. - No.

Rocco, it's just between the two of us.

No.

Rocco, come on, we go way back!

Monday, I swear, I'll pay it all on Monday.

You won't live until Monday.

Listen, listen, I got a line on something.

I can feel it.

It's gonna happen.

Hey, you know what?

What?

I hope you don't pay on Monday.

'Cause I enjoy this too much.

What are you looking at, kid?

Get out of my way.

Ooh.

You're really asking for it.

Naughty.

What in the hell?

I see no mention of these two incidents in my notes.

Oh, my God.

The state review board will certainly

find out my opinions on...

Well, you didn't think

we've covered a lot of ground today.-

I was gonna let him get away with it?

Much more than

I had anticipated. Did you, Doc?

No way!

Too many people get away with shit like that.

Punishment.

Discipline.

You're really starting to get to me, Doc.

You're getting real close.

Then tell me about Jennifer.

Eat shit.

Richard, do you know why you are here?

No, Doc.

Tell me.

No, you tell me.

I'm finished talking, Henry.

Who is this?

Jennifer.

She's the only thing I ever cared about.

One day we just bumped into each other.

She was a knockout.

I never wanted to lose her.

That was my first time.

I thought it was Jennifer's too.

Chaos.

The motion picture you've been waiting for.

More action, more violence, more death and destruction

than any film ever seen before.

You like this stuff?

- Chaos! - Huh?

This movie's supposed to be scary.

When's it start?

Soon.

Let's go, start the movie!

Movie, movie! Oh, great.

We have to listen to that for two hours?

It's okay, it's starting.

♪ Dun dun dun dun ♪

♪ Dun dun ♪

♪ Dun ♪

You got a problem, pal?

See what I mean?

Yeah.

You know, I really like you, Ricky.

You're different.

I don't know what it is.

I just...

Yeah, I know.

Me too.

Go ahead, studly.

Kiss her, ha!

I knew it.

Faggot!

Well, we know that's not true.

And though you may cross your chest with objects

to ward away all the devils that man

has ever targeted him with.

For each of us is the gateway to heaven.

What did you say this movie was about?

Oh, it's great.

It's about this guy who dresses up

like Santa Claus and kills people.

What?

I'm holding you up, asshole!

Punish.

Ricky, wait.

31 bucks, Merry Christmas.

Guess who?

Chip.

Yuck.

You haven't returned my calls, babe.

Imagine that.

Want a ride or not?

You must be getting pretty popular these days.

Go away.

I saw your dad at the club.

He said he hardly sees you anymore.

Like he cares.

I'd like to see you again.

For your sake.

Oh, lucky me.

What have I done to deserve this treatment?

What haven't you done, Chip?

Wait a minute.

Is this the same girl who pledged eternal love

in the back seat of my car?

If you ever tell anybody about that, I will kill you!

Don't worry.

It's our little secret.

Go away.

Hey, I'm tryin' to give you another chance.

Great.

You stood me up.

You cheated on me.

You ruined my best sweater.

And I would rather die before I'd go out with you again.

What are you tryin' to say?

Go away, Chip.

I have a date.

You mean Kong?

Is he housebroken?

This movie's so bogus.

It really is.

Watch this.

The guy's gonna go down into the basement

without a flashlight.

Brilliant.

Never mind the fact that everyone else in the movie's dead.

How stupid.

Next thing you know...

Naughty.

Meter's running, Chip.

Or are you using a credit card?

Oh, Roxanne?

She's okay.

She keeps me in shape till you come back.

Right, possible.

Well, she does get impatient though.

Can't say I blame her.

Give me a break.

But I'll be home all summer.

Call me sometime.

I'll be busy.

I'll be waiting.

Oh, you're back.

Let's get outta here.

No.

I'm beginning to like this picture.

So tomorrow after you go shopping, would it be all right

if I came and picked you up on my bike?

Sure.

Good.

There's a certain spot I'd like to show ya.

Where?

Well, it's kind of romantic.

It's, uh, up in the canyon.

You may like it.

Okay.

So!

This is what you ended up with?

If I'd known you'd sink this low,

I never would've dumped ya.

Chip, you're a jerk.

Why don't you just leave us alone?

Come on.

Don't you miss me?

All those good times we had together.

Chip.

Homecoming.

Chip!

The hayride.

That's enough.

Oh, it speaks.

I said, that's enough.

Listen, bud, that's what she said when I fucked

her brains out in the back seat of old red here.

Shut up!

Falling for me again, huh?

And you...

No!

What are you doing?

Are you out of your mind?

Very naughty.

You killed him!

Punishment is good.

I hate you, Ricky.

Punishment is absolute.

I hate you!

Punish!

Uh-oh!

Freeze, asshole!

Okay, pal.

You stand right there.

Right there!

Let's be real civilized about this.

Okay.

That's fine.

Now, I don't wanna have to hurt you.

All I'm gonna do is slip these cuffs on.

And no funny stuff!

I know how to use this.

Hey, what the hell's all that noise out there?

Motherfucker.

Garbage day!

Huh, no!

Excuse me, mister.

That's okay.

Bingo!

Drop your weapon!

Drop it!

I repeat, drop it!

Now!

No!

Don't do it!

No! It's not worth it!

- Don't be a fool! - Don't do it!

Don't kill yourself!

No more bullets.

Young and stupid.

That was my problem.

And it's a shame they stopped me

before I did what I really had to do.

But, hey, that's life.

Sorry things worked out this way, Henry.

You only wanted to help.

I appreciate the effort though.

But between you and me, Doc, I know who's to blame.

- Hey, what the! - Oh, my God, he's loose!

We've got a problem, Sister.

He walked outta here six hours ago.

And it's Christmas eve.

The orphanage is closed, Lieutenant.

Mother Superior had a stroke.

She's retired and lives alone.

Oh, my God.

Nah.

He'd have to find her first.

Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!

Ho, ho, ho!

Give a dollar for the kiddies!

Ho, ho, ho.

Well, hello there, big fella.

How'd you like to give a little somethin' to Santa?

Oh, ho!

Hello?

Merry Christmas.

Who is this?

Santa's back!

Merry Christmas!

Live from downtown, it's the annual Christmas parade,

featuring a selection of the city's

number one drill teams, marching bands

and cheerful floats. Shameful.

- From all over the area. - Sacrilegious.

Why, they've made a travesty of the sacraments.

Children should be in bed.

Mother Superior!

I've got a present for you!

Oh, there you are!

That was close.

Come on!

Let me in.

I wanna talk about old times.

Oh, good.

I love a chase!

And, hey, kids, here comes Santa Claus!

He's gonna find out who's been naughty or nice.

Ohh!

Gotcha!

I'm really mad now!

Richard?

Richard!

You come and face me!

Oh.

Richard, I am not afraid of you.

You are weak, just like your brother.

And like your brother, you must be punished.

You're looking well.

I am your Mother Superior!

As I raised you from a child,

I order you to put that weapon down

and take your punishment!

No more punishment.

You are being very, very naughty!

Naughty this!

You two, up the stairs!

This way, Lieutenant.

Mother Superior?

Mother Superior, it's Sister Mary.

Please, dear God.

Mother Superior, are you all right?

Boo!

He's gone, Sister.

It's over.