[CLANGING] [GASPS] [CLANGING] [GASPS] [CLANGING] WOMAN ON P.A.:
Dr. McKennen
to the O.R. post-op. Dr. McKennen
to the O.R. post-op. [GASPS] [MOANING] Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Somebody help us! [TELEPHONE RINGING] [GASPS] [RINGING CONTINUES] COMPUTER'S VOICE:
Telephone, Master. [PANTING] [RINGING CONTINUES] [SIGHS]
[RINGING] Talk to me. Kyle is calling, Master. KYLE: Hello.
I know you're there, dude. Hey, dirtbag.
Man, listen up! "Brainscan.
The ultimate experience
in interactive terror. "Brainscan is not
for the squeamish." [SIGHS]
Well, Kyle, what's
the problem, man? KYLE: This one will
scare the hell out of ya.
It's hot new stuff. Brainscan. Um, here it is.
Here it is. "Choose from
Chain Saw Dismemberment,
Nightmare Eight..." Da, da... "Satisfy your
sickest fantasies."
[LAUGHS] Far out, man! [SIGHS]
It's just an ad, birdbrain.
Just hype. Remember "Gore Beasts"?
Trash. Dingus,
it's interactive CD-ROM. Here. You gotta look
at the ad at least.
It's in Fangoria. You know,
the one with the popping
eyeballs on the cover. [FLIPPING PAGES OF MAGAZINE]
All right, where is it.
Here. Here. Um. "We dare you
to participate "in the most
frightening experience
available on this planet. "State of the art.
Run amuck. "Unleash the dark side
of your soul. "Enter a game that feels
more real than reality." [LAUGHS]
It's interactive, dude. You're in the game, man.
You're in control. Say no more, man. I can't even
believe that I'm sitting here
telling you about this game. Don't you subscribe to
Fangoria? It's in the one
with the bulging eyeballs... KYLE:
Dude? Hello? Michael. Hello!
How's Kimberly
lookin' tonight? [CHUCKLES]
What do you mean? You watchin' her again?
Can you see her...
Talk to me, man. You better make your move soon 'cause I hear some no-neck
jock is about to make his. I'll get around to it. -What are you
afraid of, man?
-Thanks, Kyle. Bye, Kyle. Buddies, forever? Buddies, forever.
I'll talk to you tomorrow. Later. [SIGHS] Michael,
you're one sick puppy. -Igor.
-[BEEPS]
Yes, Master. Dial Kimberly. [BEEPING, DIALING] [RINGING] [RINGING CONTINUES] Later. Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. Yes, Master. [DIALING] -[RINGS]
-MAN'S VOICE: Hello.
You've reached Brainscan. Uh, my name is Michael Brower. You can reach me at 717... MAN: Hello, Michael. I'm sorry.
I thought you were a machine. MAN: How can I assist you? I read your ad in Fango.
What's the big deal? It's the most frightening
experience you'll ever have
the displeasure of coming
into contact with. Sure it is. Look,
I've played 'em all. -Brainscan's more
than just a game.
-Yeah, right, well... -[SIGHS] What's it about?
-It depends
on the individual. What makes Brainscan unique
is that it interfaces
with your subconscious. You supply the inspiration,
and we take care of the rest. Look, R2-D2, how do you really
expect me to believe... [MACHINES ZAPPING] [GASPING] [PANTS] MAN: Let us worry
about the details, Michael.
It's too late for that. It's been decided you'll play
"Death By Design." The first
installment will arrive soon. Enjoy the ride.
[HANGS UP] [GRUNTS] Igor. Redial. Yes, Master. [DIALING] [BUSY SIGNAL] Oh, man! [HORROR MOVIE
MUSIC PLAYING] [SCREAMS] [SCREAMING] This is really
disappointing, Kyle. Dude, man,
it's not that bad. When does he
eat her gallbladder? It's right now. Ew.
[MOANING] Look, she's freakin' out!
[LAUGHS] [BANGS] [HORROR MOVIE
MUSIC CONTINUES] [TV SHUTS OFF] What exactly was that,
Mr. Brower? [STUDENTS CHUCKLING]
A gallbladder, sir. My office. Now. [STUDENTS GIGGLING] [LAUGHS]
The gallbladder. PRINCIPAL: The activities
period was created for
intellectual enrichment. Which is why
I have such a problem with this Horror Club
of yours. What was that film
you were watching? "Death, Death, Death." ""Death, Death, Death." Oh, Lord!
"Part Two." Don't you see? Senseless
violence is not entertainment? What is it, then? Why?
Why do you watch these films? -Really?
-Yeah, yeah.
Help me understand. I guess it's kind of
an escape. Like, uh... Like lighting up a marijuana
cigarette and escaping
the real world, hmm? Like watching a pornographic
sex film, getting an erection and
raping someone?
Is that what you mean? You know, I don't think
erections rape people. People rape people. Consider the Horror Club
banned. Banned!
Hey! You will bring me
the next videotape or video game you
plan to show. I will watch it.
If I can stand it,
and if I approve, you will be
allowed to show it. Until that time,
the club is canceled. Don't let me detain you,
Mr. Brower. [RADIO DISPATCHER, INDISTINCT] [TIRES SCREECH] [THUNDER RUMBLING] MAN:
You live around here, kid? I live... I live
about three blocks down. -These people
friends of yours?
-No, sir. Well this is none
of your business then, is it?
Go home. Do your homework. Go home. My father.
My father. My father. I didn't order this. [TAPE BEEPS]
Hello, Michael.
Uh, it's Dad. I guess you know that. Well, just callin'
to say hello. -So, how are you
gettin' along?
-Okay, I guess. Don't ask.
How's school? I really hate these machines. Business is
going well here. I wish you were
here with me to see
all the new equipment. Um, I'll be back
in a few days. I know I said
it would be sooner,
but I'm sorry. And, uh, I love you, Mike. [MACHINE BEEPS] [CHATTERING, LAUGHING] [ROCK MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC CONTINUES] Igor, dial
1-800-555-FEAR. Yes, Master. [DIALING] And, Igor, no calls. [DIALING] -[BUSY SIGNAL]
-IGOR: Master is busy.
Master is busy. Kimmy? Come on.
What are you doing? I'll be right there. Well, hurry up. [ZAPPING SOUND] MAN: Listen carefully. For the
next two hours you're going to
experience mind program entry, a powerful force,
not unlike hypnosis, transmitted through the
television's blanking signal. It's going to
alter your reality. [SCOFFS]
Who the hell are you? MAN: Take this seriously,
Michael! You'll be watching a murder
through the eyes of a killer,
and you'll affect his actions. It won't be pretty. No kidding! There is one limitation.
You must stalk and kill within
the time limit of the program. -Like a video game, right?
-Video games are ancient
history. This is the first disk
in four. If times runs out,
you'll not play the next disk.
That could be dangerous. Do not let that happen! One final detail...
You must think like a killer. Cover up any clues.
Leave no witnesses,
no evidence. And most importantly, enjoy the fear! Wait a minute. [Sighs] Well, let's party. [ZAPPING] [DOG BARKING] VOICE FROM BRAINSCAN:
The gate. The gate. On the right. That's it.
That's it. Inside. Choose one. Upstairs. Ah. Bingo! Do it. Do it! What are you waiting for? Ahhh! Ahhh! [GRUNTING] [SCREAMING] [VOICE FROM
BRAINSCAN LAUGHING] [LAUGHING CONTINUES] VOICE FROM BRAINSCAN:
Make sure he's dead. Good. A little creativity. Excellent. [VICTIM SCREAMS] You got what you came for. Be sure you put it
in a safe place. [ROCK MUSIC, INDISTINCT] [EXHALES]
Oh, my God! [LAUGHS]
Oh, man!
Oh, man! [PANTING]
[CHUCKLING] Oh, that was...
That was intense! That was insane.
[BREATHING HEAVILY] [GULPING] [GASPING] Far out! Oh, man! I kicked butt
with time to spare. [LAUGHING] [LAUGHING, TALKING] All right. Try that.
[TURNS ON LOUD HEAVY METAL] How 'bout that?
Huh? How 'bout that? [HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING] MICHAEL:
It was so real! KYLE:
But, man, what happened?
What's the plot? Just forget the plot, man.
I don't remember any story.
There was all this blood. And, you know, like,
my hands were shaking, too. It was sick! See, I told you
it would blow your mind. Yeah, man, Kyle,
you were right. -The feeling...
I loved it, man!
-So, you got it on you? -Patience, Kyle.
-No, man, if it's
as good as you say... I just want to play it
a couple of more times, then I promise,
you'll get it. [SIREN WAILING] -Hey!
-What the hell
were their problems? Jerks! Buddies forever? Forever. Igor. Yes, Master? Dial l-800-555-FEAR. [DIALING, RINGING] [ZAPPING] What the hell?
Shoot! [DOORBELL RINGING] Hey, Mr. Keller. Can I come in
and speak with Kimberly
for a moment, please? All right, thanks.
Come in. MR. KELLER:
Kim, somebody to see you. Hi. -He came to see Kim.
-MRS. KELLER:
Oh, really? -[TURNS ON TV]
-REPORTER: ...nearly
four times the amount of aid
the President wants
Congress to approve. And in local news, there was a grisly murder
in the quiet suburban town
of Mountview today. Late this afternoon, the body
of 42-year-old William
Tebbs was discovered in the bedroom
of his home, -located in an exclusive
west side area of Mountview.
-Poor man. -Tebbs was brutally stabbed.
-So it happened
near here. Local police conducted
a thorough search of the area. An intensive house-to-house
investigation is
now under way. Jeez. -Police are asking cooperation
of local residents.
-Oh, my God! Did you say something? Listen, uh... Can you tell Kim
that I'll stop by later? I have to go.
[GASPING] Sorry. REPORTER:
...and that's when police
discovered the mutilated body. Police conducted a thorough
search of the area in hopes
of finding the murder weapon. But so far,
it has not been found. Can't be.
Can't be. REPORTER: For reasons unknown,
Tebbs's foot was severed
from his body. It, too, has yet to be found. Police say they have no leads
on any suspects in connection
with Tebbs's gruesome murder. Mountview has never
been touched by
such a tragedy as this. Now come the questions
of who and why. [SIREN WAILING] [CROWD CHATTERING] POLICEMAN:
Hey, kid. You following me? I... Listen, I can explain. Explain what? You don't have to
explain anything. Or do you? You're inside a police line. Now this is the second
time I'm telling you,
go home. Go. [WHIRRING ELECTRONIC SOUNDS] VOICE FROM BRAINSCAN:
Be sure you put it
in a safe place. [WHIRRING ELECTRONIC SOUNDS
CONTINUE] [GASPS] OPERATOR:
I'm sorry, sir,
there's no such number listed. -[SHOUTING]
That's impossible!
-I'm sorry, sir. [PHONE RINGING] You have a call, Master. [ZAPPING] VOICE FROM BRAINSCAN:
Hello, Michael. You sucker! Who are you?
What did you do? If I were you, I would
address that question
to myself. Okay, who killed that man,
and what's happened? You were there, Michael.
You know exactly what you did. [GLASS CRACKING] Please allow me
to introduce myself.
My name is Trickster. Where were we?
Ah, yes. You may not
remember the details, my boy, but I am positive you remember
you controlled the disk. -You controlled
what happened.
-What? So you take responsibility. How did you get
in here? You invited me in. That's how
it always works. Michael, don't you
have anything good? Never leave home
without it. From the top
of the charts... To a space
in your heart. [SCREAMS] [ROCK MUSIC PLAYING] MICHAEL:
Stop that! Stop it! [MUSIC CONTINUES] [STOPS MUSIC]
Knock it off! So you did it. Who killed that man?
What was on that disk? The murder.
What else? You know for a minute there,
I didn't think
you'd go through with it. When he got up
and started dancing
around the room... Classic. How do you know? I was there
when you cut off his foot.
It was art. It was magic. It wasn't
supposed to be real! Real. Unreal.
What's the difference? So long
as you don't get caught. There's a difference, okay?
There's a big difference!
This doesn't make any sense! It doesn't have to make sense.
All these horror movies
you watch... Does "Death, Death, Death"
make sense? No. It's not about sense.
It's about death, death,
death. I didn't kill the man.
I didn't even know him! There lies the beauty. You had no motive.
It was totally random. Like in the animal world,
prey never has a name. It was primal. [GROWLS] I can't wait to see
what you do next. Next? Wait a minute!
There is no next. Yes, there is. No, there's not! Yes, there is! You must
eliminate the witness. There was a witness? Two, if you count me. But I'll never
turn you in. They could
pump a million volts
through me. [ELECTRICITY CRACKLING] They could bust my fingers,
one by one, by one, by one. They could dig out my eyes... [SQUELCHING] But... No country-western music,
please. Every man
has his limits. I thought it was just a game.
You know, a stupid video game. Trust me.
Play the second disk. -How could there
be a witness?
-Oh, come on, sport. You're more than just the
voyeur you wish to be,
you're in this now. You won't survive on your own.
I'm willing to help you. But you have to play
all the disks. Hey, I've done
pretty good so far. Have you?
[ZAPPING] I'm in deep stuff. [WHINES] Oh, God. [GROWLS] Here, boy,
come on. -[GROWLS]
-Here, boy,
come on. Come on. [PERSON WHISTLES] Hey, wait a minute! [PANTING] Shoot!
[PANTING] Hey. Hey.
I know you're a nice dog. Please, please
give me the foot. Okay?
I promise, I'll never ask you
for anything else again. Okay? Just give me the foot. [WHINES] [SIGHS IN RELIEF]
Thanks! [BARKING] [INSECT BUZZING] [GROANS] What do you got there? What are you looking at? Come on, Zak. Get outta here. KYLE: Hey, dude.
[DOORBELL RINGING] [POUNDING ON DOOR] [POUNDING CONTINUES] Hey!
Yo, Michael. Hey, dirtbag,
I've been callin' all day.
Did you skip school? Uh, no, I...
I got mono. That's harsh.
Anything I can do? Nah, that's all right. Can I come in? Kyle, I don't think
it's such a good idea
right now. Okay, okay. Listen, I have to get goin'.
I have to go to bed
and all, you know... -Hey, did ya hear
about the murder?
-Yeah, I did. Yeah, that's pretty cool
havin' a murder in our own
neighborhood and everything. Kyle, a guy just died,
and you think that's cool? No, I don't mean cool,
but it's interesting. Forget it!
I'll see you. Hey, listen Michael, if you're
gonna be laid up, how 'bout
letting me borrow Brainscan? Kyle, idiot, will you
get off my back about that? No, no. If you don't wanna
let me see it, if you just want
to be a jerk about it, -just say so,
that's all!
-Bye, Kyle. [RINGING DOORBELL] You, too. [HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING] Shouldn't have to be
like this Shouldn't have to be
like this Shouldn't have to be
like this Shouldn't have to be
like this [DOORBELL RINGING] [RINGING CONTINUES] [THUNDER RUMBLING] Jeez! [EXHALES] [THUNDER RUMBLING] Hey.
Hi, Michael. I'm sorry,
were you sleeping? Well, actually, maybe
I may have dozed off. Can I come in? Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. KIMBERLY: Yeah, they're
all over the neighborhood. I, uh, went to all your
teachers, and I got your
homework for the week. Oh, thanks. My parents said
you stopped by? Yeah, I did. I just wanted to find out
about some homework. We don't have
any classes together,
Michael. Oh, we don't, do we? Oh, here's your mail. Oh, thanks. And I brought The Montie.
I have a lot of pictures
in it this week. Oh. That's, uh... That's really nice. Uh... [THUNDER RUMBLES] Damn! Wait a minute.
Sorry, I got it, I got it.
Thanks a lot. [PANTING] Is everything okay? You should
probably get going. Oh, okay... I'll, um...
Let myself out. Thanks for stoppin' by. Call me if you need anything. Yeah, I will. Jeez! [RINGING] IGOR: Telephone, Master. [RINGING CONTINUES] Talk to me. You have a call, Master. [ZAPPING] I'm back. Well, pal, so glad
to see you again. -Where should we begin?
Where's the second disk?
-I can't play it. You have to play the game. No! -What will you say
to them, then?
-What do you mean? Why did you leave school
the day of the murder,
Mr. Brower? Where were you
the night of the murder?
Were you alone, Mr. Brower? Where's your father,
Mr. Brower? Where's
your mother, Mr. Brower? Shut up! Oh, I don't believe
they'll find that answer
satisfactory. -They haven't found me yet!
-The witness has yet to
speak. -There's still time
to play the second disk.
-Look! I don't have the
second disk! Don't lie to me, Michael.
You received it today. -Can't play it!
-You mean you don't
want to play it. No! I trashed it.
Does that compute? -Pure fantasy.
You did nothing of the sort.
-[WHIRRING] Play it. The witness has to die. I'll play it
for the police. That could be
very dangerous. I'll tell them what happened.
I've got nothing to lose. Very well, play it for the police. I wish you luck. Shut up, all right!
Just shut up a minute! The real question is
are you a winner or a loser? [ZAPPING] My name's Michael Brower.
I'm 16, and I'm scared
to death. I'm not sure
what this tape's gonna prove, but if I'm the killer,
consider this my confession. Uh, Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. IGOR: Yes, Master. [DIALING] Well, here goes nothing. [ZAPPING] [BREATHING HEAVILY] [PANTING] Oh, jeez! Oh, God, I played. I played.
What happened? My name's Michael Brower.
I'm 16, and I'm scared
to death. I'm not sure what this tape's
gonna prove, but if I'm the killer,
consider this my confession. Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR. [DIALING]
IGOR: Yes, Master. MICHAEL:
Well, here goes nothing. [ZAPPING] What? What? Wait a minute!
I sat there! I swear to God
I didn't leave. [BUZZING] [BUZZING INCREASES] Kyle! No!
Not this. Dial Kyle! Yes, Master. [DIALING, RINGING] Please answer!
Kyle, please,
Kyle, answer! [RINGING] [RINGING CONTINUES] MICHAEL:
Oh, man, Kyle, talk to me. Kyle, please! POLICEMAN:
Who is this? Answer me. [HANGS UP]
Later. [PANTING] [DOORBELL RINGING] Hi. I heard. Michael. I really didn't know him, but, um, Kyle came to my house
last night. He brought me this. He started a petition
to restart the Horror Club. He said you guys had had
a fight, and he wanted me
to bring it to you personally. I really didn't know him.
My dad didn't wanna let him
in the house. Yeah. That's Kyle. You know...
I already miss him. -God, I miss him.
-REPORTER: Mountview was
horrified today by the news of yet another
hideous crime committed
in their small community. High school student,
Kyle Hillard,
is the second murder victim in as little as three days. Shortly after Hillard's body
was identified, chief homicide investigator
Lieutenant Hayden arrived
at Mountview High to question those known
to have been
closest to the victim. Already, residents
are fearing the possibility
of a serial killer. ON-SCENE REPORTER:
Any foul play suspected? Hello, Michael. You son of a gun,
you killed Kyle! No, you killed the witness.
[TURNS OFF TV] Kyle wasn't a witness!
He didn't even see anything. Not a witness
in the strictest sense, but he knew things
about you. Kyle was
my only friend! And you ticked him off!
Nice going, Michael. Got anything to eat? Please. Don't look in there. Don't be afraid, Michael. Nothing in there
but frozen meat. Loose ends like Kyle
can't be left to dangle. -Hayden would have tied it
around your neck like a noose.
-Why are you doing this? You chose me, Michael.
I didn't choose you. You left a clue behind...
In the second disk. No more games. I know. Kyle's death still hurts,
but do you really feel guilty
for what you've done? The part of you which did
these things,
It's deep inside, and it's in everyone. Be honest. If you don't feel the guilt,
why accept the punishment? [DOORBELL RINGS] Don't answer that. Trust me, Michael.
If you want this to end,
don't answer the door. [RINGING CONTINUES] Get off my back. [TURNS ON TV] LARRY: A tarantula! [SCREAMS] CURLEY:
Woo-woo-woo-woo! Hello. I'm Lieutenant Hayden.
This is my partner,
Sergeant Martin. We've met before.
Twice, I believe. Yeah, yeah, I know.
Um, can I help you? Yes, you can help me.
Michael? Michael Brower? Yeah. May we come in? Yeah, I guess so. Um, yeah, come this way. You haven't been
in school lately. No, I haven't.
I've been sick. Sorry to hear that.
I really am. We heard a lot
about you today
from your classmates. Really? Well,
I hope good stuff. Well, no.
To be perfectly frank,
Michael, you were described as, uh... What was the word they used,
Sergeant? -Frightening.
-HAYDEN: Frightening
and strange and weird. Freak came up
a couple a times. Sergeant Martin has something
I'd like you to see. MARTIN:
Good friend of yours? Yeah. Yeah, he was
my best friend. You don't have many friends,
do you, Michael? Listen,
is there anything
you guys want? We want to find the killer. I want to catch him. How do you spend
your free time, Michael? Just hanging around
and staying out of trouble. Your voice sounds
very familiar to me. -Are you sure you didn't call
Kyle's house after the murder?
-No, no, that wasn't me. Of course it wasn't. But, Michael, if you are anything
but the class misfit, which I know must give you
a lot of pain, I'm gonna find out
about it, you understand? Take it easy. He's a very sad boy. Maybe, but somethin's there. Yeah, ashes. And he made the phone call.
Check with
the phone company. All right.
What's with the ashes? There were fresh ashes
in the fireplace.
It's summer. He was burning something. -I think we just got
very lucky.
-Maybe. -What the hell you doin'?
-I'm sick of you doin'
20 m.p.h. in this town. Gimme the keys. [CHEWING, MUNCHING] [HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING] Dig, dig, dig for yourself Dig, dig, dig for your soul Dig, dig, dig... Slob. Hi, Mike. Fixed myself a little snack.
Hope you don't mind. [EXHALES]
They think it's me. Of course they do. Right now
Hayden only suspects you. How long you think it's
gonna be
before he has proof, huh? A few hours?
[SLURPS NOISILY] Few minutes, maybe. Tick-tock, tick-tock,
hey, Mike? You see today's paper? "Special edition."
Ooh! "Interview with best friend." "All of Mountview High
was in a state of shock." So on, so on, so on. "One student's loss
was greater..."
Mmm? "'I miss him. God. "'I miss him already,'
sobbed his best friend "and president
of the still-banned "Horror Club." How could she? Trust me, Michael. I only want what you want. Buddies forever? Damn you! [ZAPPING] Hold still! [GRUNTS] [GASPING] Scared of blood? Remind you of something? That road? The rain? Your mother? Let go of me. Play it, Michael.
Or forget all this. Join your mother.
Take your own life. You've thought of it
many times before. You could be with her forever. You started this, and
now you're afraid to
finish it, just like you're afraid
of everything else! Of Kimberly, of Fromberg, of telling your father
how sick you are of being
left alone all the time. Of your mother,
who abandoned you. I'm trying to help you!
But you won't let me. How? A bargain,
between friends. Play "Part Three,"
but you only need to remove
the clue. No killing. There's no clue. It's just a trick. You just don't trust me. [ZAPPING] [TV TURNS ON] -[ZAPPING]
-Wait a minute!
Come back! Hold on. How am I supposed to know
what the clue is? Friends? Yeah.
Sure. Friends. -Buddies.
Whatever you want.
-Footprint. What? Footprints in the mud. But where? That is the
question. Play it, Michael.
[FINGERNAILS SCRATCHING GLASS] Otherwise you'll never
remember the location. My limp. Excellent! There's no killing, right? Whatever happens is up to you.
But don't let your
time run out. If I do? Game over. You lose. [SCREAMING] [SCREAMING] [PANTING] [DOORBELL RINGS] [THUNDER RUMBLING] Michael? Michael, come on! Michael! Michael!
I need to talk to you.
We need to talk. Michael,
I have to talk to you.
We need to talk. Michael. I didn't mean
for this to happen.
Stacie did it. Michael, I'm so sorry. -I didn't mean...
[INDISTINCT]
-[HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC CONTINUES INDISTINCT] HAYDEN: May I have your
attention, please? Stay in pairs. One walkie-talkie
to a group. Hopefully this will be
an uneventful evening. You're here
to keep things calm, to protect. That's what a neighborhood
watch is all about. If you see anything unusual,
you come and report
directly to me. One last thing. I know you're volunteers. I know you're enthusiastic. Some more than others. And I know some of you
own hunting rifles
and revolvers. If I see a weapon
in a citizen's hands tonight, I'm gonna confiscate
that weapon, and I'm gonna
arrest that citizen, even if it's a water pistol. Clear? [MEN AGREEING] Okay, that's it.
Thank you for doing this. [BREATHING UNEVENLY] All right.
Here goes nothin'. Just a clue.
No more killing.
Just the clue. [TV TURNS ON] [PANTING] [GRUNTING] [PHONE RINGS] Yeah. TRICKSTER:
I believe there's
an intruder in your yard. Who's this? A concerned citizen. Who is this? [EXHALES] [PANTING] Hey! [GRUNTING] [GASPING] Here you go, man.
[LAUGHING] [PANTING] [DOG BARKING] [MEN'S VOICES INDISTINCT] -[DOG BARKING]
-MAN: That's it.
That's it. This way. MAN: Over here.
More light. -Shoot!
-[DISPATCHER ON RADIO,
INDISTINCT] [PANTING] [BOTTLE BREAKING] [BREATHING HEAVILY] [BRANCH SNAPS] [CHITTERING] [DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE] Ahhh! Got you! Lemme go!
Lemme go! MAN: Hayden!
Hayden, where the hell are ya?
I got him here! Hayden! Hayden.
What is it? [STATIC]
Hayden! -Hayden, Hayden!
-Turn the knob on the top
of the radio, the small one. Hayden, come in
for god's sake!
[SCREAMS] HAYDEN: Fromberg,
are you there? -MICHAEL: Oh, jeez.
-HAYDEN: Can you hear me?
Come in. SEARCHER:
What was that? Hey, you! HAYDEN:
Are you there? MAN: Over there!
SEARCHER: Let's go! SEARCHER:
This way, come on! Let's go. Hurry up! Damn. [SHOUTING INDISTINCT] MAN: Hey, I need some light
over here. Right down there. [WHINING] [WHINES] [PANTING] [WHISPERING] Oh, God.
Okay, I know I said I'd never
ask you for anything again, but this time I really
mean it. Just leave me alone, please? Get outta here. [GROWLS SOFTLY] -MAN: Jeez.
-SEARCHER:
He's got a gun! MARTIN:
Police officer. [MARTIN CHOKING] [SIREN WAILING] What are ya doin', kid?
[SCREAMS] I was... I... They just shot the killer
over there. Get outta here. [BREATHING HEAVILY] Which one of you would
like to tell his wife? Michael? What's going on? Are... Are you okay? [ZAPPING] Shoot!
What happened? You made it, Michael.
A bit clumsy, but you made it! I killed somebody.
Again. I killed somebody. Actually...
You were magnificent! The neighborhood
is covered in blood. But you said
I wouldn't kill anybody.
You promised! You protected yourself.
Your hand was forced.
You had no choice. Michael. Michael!
[SCREAMING,
NAILS SCRAPING GLASS] Now that I have
your attention... [ZAPPING] Stop. This isn't a game anymore. This is crime. This is
just lots of crimes! It's only a crime
if you get caught. There was a witness, and you know who she is. No. "Part Four." [ZAPPING] Forensics says
you're gonna need this. And the Brower kid
is the one
who placed the call. [NAILS CLICKING ON GLASS]
Talk to me. What do you want from me? You know who the witness is,
don't you? And you know
what has to be done. "Part Four." That's it. I'm gonna go to Hayden
right now and turn myself in. [ZAPPING] You wanted the ultimate
experience in terror. Well, terror's in the doing. It's not watching horror films
like some child. And it's not spying on
Kimberly.
You get off on that, Michael. I love her. It could be any girl
in any window. I won't kill her! She'll tell! She won't tell!
She'll come to me first! Like last time? Stop this! Only you can stop this.
Her life or yours! Choose. [BREATHING HEAVILY] Cut. [ZAPPING] [DOORBELL RINGS] [RINGS] Michael? KIMBERLY: Michael? Michael,
are you home? -Igor?
-[BEEPS]
Yes, Master. Dial Brainscan. [DIALING] Good-bye, Master. [GRUNTING] What are you waiting for? Michael? Kill her. [EXHALES]
I can't. Cut her up. I'll do it myself. [GRUNTS] [LAUGHING]
Michael! You wouldn't
do this to me. -Who the hell are you?
-I can't believe you
still don't know. Michael. I'm you. No. [GASPS] [GASPS, GRUNTS] Ha-ha-ha! [SCREAMS] [GRUNTING, STRUGGLING] Michael. [ELECTRICITY CRACKLING] [SCREAMING] KIMBERLY: No! [CRUNCHING] [MICHAEL SCREAMING] [KIMBERLY SCREAMING] [SCREAMS]
Michael!
Oh! Michael. My God.
Michael, I'm so scared. Michael.
Please, you can't do this. Michael,
Michael, please. I don't care
what you've done. I love you. Please. [DISTORTED VOICE]
You'd do anything
to save your life. No, I love you. Believe me.
I just kept it a secret.
I never told anybody. [DISTORTED]
But that's over now. You watch me
from your window. I know you do. I've known for a long time. I watch you too. I bet you
didn't know that. Look, I take pictures.
Look. That's you. You, you. I love you, Michael. [BREATHING HEAVILY] [ZAPPING] I knew you couldn't
do it on your own. Game over.
You lose. Perhaps. But first... Surprise. Murderer. No! Murderer. No! No! [ZAPPING]
[SCREAMING] Oh, my God. What... The freaking hell? -What is this?
-[VOICE FROM BRAINSCAN]
Hello, there. You've just experienced
Brainscan, the ultimate experience
in interactive terror. We're glad you decided
to play. Our special
state-of-the-art system releases a powerful
reality-enhancing signal. We here at Scientific
Perception Laboratories,
makers of Brainscan... [VOICE CONTINUES INDISTINCT] It was a... A dream. -...hope you've enjoyed
the feeling, however...
-MICHAEL: A dream. -We understand that reality
compression can be traumatic.
-It wasn't even real! -We offer these simple
relaxation techniques...
-All right. To calm you down. In a seated position,
place your head... MICHAEL:
I didn't kill anybody.
There's no Trickster. Breathe deeply... Jerks! [VOICE CONTINUES INDISTINCT] Oh, man. You put me through hell! [SMASHING] Why don't you try these
freaking relaxation
techniques? [GRUNTS] [YELLING, GRUNTING HEAVILY] KYLE: Michael!
Yo, dude. Hello? Kyle!
Oh, my God, Kyle! KYLE: Hello? Aw! Dirtbag! I have been
ringing your doorbell,
calling you for an hour. There is a party next door! Kyle! -No, it's Axl Rose!
-God, man!
I missed you, man! Careful, man!
You're gonna kill yourself
on my lucky charms, man. They're magically delicious.
Ha-ha-ha! It's good to see you, Kyle.
I missed you. I love you! Dude, man, are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine, man. Good. Listen, it's
a good thing you didn't order
that Brainscan tape, man. I saw something on the news
about it. Like, it's hypnotic
or some stuff like that. Some kid in Texas
was watching it, and I
think he had an aneurysm. I think his eyes
exploded too. Man, what is it? -Kimberly. Come on, man.
-Go for it, man.
Let's go! I just want your passion I just want your name [MUSIC CONTINUES INDISTINCT] Kimberly? Damn.
Stacie, do you know
where Kimberly is? She's upstairs. Upstairs? Yeah.
With Taylor. Stacie, for once,
don't be a witch. Hey. Stacie, right? Yeah. That outfit's
totally bitchin'. You think so? I know so. You look just like
that girl in that video by
what's-his-name. Only better. Video? Really? Totally. You're Kyle, right? Uh-huh. Hi, Kyle. [BOY VOMITING] Kimberly? Michael. Hey, can I talk to you
for a second? Yeah, c'mon. [CLEARING THROAT] Well, uh... I just... -I just wanted to ask
one thing.
-Okay. Please, will you
go out with me? I don't think so. [STAMMERING]
I mean,
I'll think about it. I-I-It's not really
a good time to ask,
you know what I mean. You'll think about it. Yes. But... Maybe. Right?
Not no. Maybe. Maybe yes.
Maybe. So you mean, uh,
you and Taylor... Are you kidding me? Well, listen, um... I have to...
Get back, so... [EXHALES] [BELL RINGING] Yes?
[KNOCK ON DOOR] Come in. Yes, what can I do
for you, Mr. Brower? Well, uh, I have a game
I want to show
to the Horror Club. Brainscan.
Yes, well, this
should be entertaining. [Chuckles]
Yeah, I really think it will. Uh, think you'll
have a lot of fun.
[EXHALES] Brainscan. [ZAPPING] [LAUGHING WICKEDLY] I'll see ya. [LAUGHING]
Ah. Dig, dig, dig for yourself Dig, dig, dig for
your soul Dig, dig, dig... TRICKSTER:
Wait a minute. Haven't you
forgotten something? [LAUGHING WICKEDLY] [HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYING] What the hell's the
message Don't look at me What the hell's the
message Like the little beast
in a stone-cold room Sat writhing in pain
all afternoon Some come each spring
brought to the surface Like dark invaders make
their way to the surface Just this side of hell
his kids start to sing Then one day
we're feeling everything Trees outside
with no bark on the wood Like a callous on your heart
mixed with the blood What the hell's the
message Don't look at me What the hell's the
message And you don't have
to stand Stand by me And you don't have
to stand How many little shapes
you did Because I know Well it's just the way
that I let go of Everything's thrown
on the floor Ringing in my ears Well, you make your choices
very clear One thing
I wanna tell ya Two things
I might mail ya Three things
Check it
I don't care One thing
I wanna tell ya Two things
I might mail ya Three things
Check it
I don't care Yeah