Prom Night III: The Last Kiss

*** Subtitles by dylux ***

Hey.

Who's there?

Hey!

Hello?

You're not supposed to be down here,

whoever you are.

Dance with me, Jack.

Don't creep up on me like that.

You almost blew a fuse in my pacemaker.

Don't be afraid. I'm just a lonely girl looking for a dance.

You're not supposed to be down here.

I won't tell if you won't, Jackie boy.

I haven't heard that name in 30 years.

There was a girl-- Wait a minute.

- Who are you? - It's been a long time, Jackie boy.

- Did you miss me? - It can't be you.

You're dead.

- I watched you die. - And now I'm going to return the favor.

Mary...

Mama said I'd be a heartbreaker.

Okay, now, to officially open up the new gym,

I'd like to call upon our principal, Mr. Weatherall.

As I look around me at this beautiful...

and groovy new gymnasium,

I think this puts to rest...

all those ghosts at Hamilton High.

The strange noises,

the mysterious earth tremors,

the-the vanishing students... these are all in the past.

Even the sudden and unexplained fire...

which destroyed part of this very gymnasium...

couldn't keep us down.

Look around. Everything's cool, man.

And so it's an honor--

Thank you. And so it's an honor...

to officially reopen the gym for our new year...

here at Hamilton High School!

Everybody just stay calm. Stay in your seats. Everything's all right.

Just relax. Nothing serious.

All right, all right. Nobody get excited.

No casualties. Hit it!

"While our souls still have wings, 'tis our duty to fly."

Robert de Cauchy, poet.

"You're spending the summer with me, or else." Sarah Monroe, girlfriend.

Girlfriends come and go, man, but best friends are forever.

That's why we got to hit the road.

With the rest of the homeless mental patients.

- Hi. - Sarah, nice to see you.

You want to help us plan our trip?

What happened to summer at the farm, you and me getting back to nature?

- I haven't really decided yet. - I don't know, Alex. That sounds pretty exciting.

Then why don't you let Alex decide? Okay, what'll it be?

Freedom and the wide-open road...

or 50 acres of cow pies in the hot sun?

Alex!

- Come in. - Hi, Miss Richards. You wanted to see me?

- Oh. Yes. - Hello, Adam.

Alex.

I've just been going over your quarterly review.

- Um, I'm passing, aren't I? - Oh, yes. Passing.

And I suppose that's enough. It's not as if you're planning to go to medical school, is it?

- It says here you're going to-- - Medical school.

I don't think so. Your average is 71, and that's not going to cut it.

From what I can see, you're just not a great student, Adam.

You don't know how to sacrifice yourself for your goal.

- I-I could learn. - How far are you willing to go to succeed, hmm?

I don't know. As far as I have to, I guess.

You guess.

Perhaps you need to reevaluate your goals.

There are other options. Building maintenance,

groundskeeping, professional food services.

- You mean, like a cook? - Not all of us can be doctors, Adam.

The world needs ditchdiggers, too.

Have a nice day.

- Hello. - I'd like that back, please.

- What? - I'd like that back.

It was for my boyfriend, the one who was supposed to be spending the summer with me.

Oh, come on, Sarah. You know how stubborn Shane is.

- Just say no. - He's not a drug. He's my friend.

All right, all right, all right.

I'll tell him next time I see him. I promise.

This is great. I should still take it back.

You probably don't even know what day it is today.

- Thursday? - I knew you wouldn't remember our first--

- First anniversary. - Yes.

Yes! And...

I have a special surprise for you, too.

- Oh, do you? - Mm-hmm.

I'll pick you up at 7:00...

for a romantic candlelight dinner.

Um, have you got any more ketchup?

Hmm?

Alex, what's wrong? You haven't said a word since we left the drive-thru.

Well...

I had a meeting today with Miss Richards.

She told me with my grades,

I should forget about medical school and start learning how to flip burgers.

What does she know? She's just a Guidance Counselor.

I'm tired of being average. I'm tired of playing second string.

Do you know how tall I am?

5' 10".

Do you know that's the national average? I looked that up.

You know what size shoes I take?

Size nine. Did you know that's the national average? I looked that up, too.

I also looked up the rest of my life.

I'm gonna get married by the time I'm 25,

have 1.9 kids, move into a two-story house on a street named after a tree.

I live on a street named after a tree.

I just want something different right now.

While my soul still has wings, I want to fly.

Okay, fine.

You go on your little trip with Shane, okay?

- I didn't want you to come to the farm with me anyway. - That's not the point.

I just...

Look, never mind. I-- I don't want to start fighting again tonight.

We're not fighting.

Well, I gotta study if I want to pass that biology exam tomorrow.

Good plan.

- Can I stop and get my books? - Sure.

Just, um, drop me home on the way, okay?

We are fighting, aren't we? Please?

Mr. Russell?

Anybody?

Great.

Mr. Russell, you in here?

Huh?

Relax. It's only a high school.

Hello?

Hey, there, all you high school ghosts. It's just me.

Alex Grey.

Average student, 5' 10",

size 9 shoes.

Just a regular, average high school student...

here at Hamilton High.

Whoa!

What?

- Kiss me, Alex. - Mmm.

- I must be dreaming. - Dream on.

Good morning, students.

Homeroom will begin in five minutes.

Please report to your classes now.

Oh.

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh.

What did you do last night?

Grey, what the hell are you doing?

Just, uh, checking my teeth. I didn't floss this morning.

Better check your brain while you're at it.

Nice dress, fag.

Hi, Mom. Whoa. Mom?

Mom, I'm fine. Yeah, listen, Mom--

No, Mom. Don't get Dad.

Mom, no. Mom, don't get--

Hi, Dad.

No, Dad... No, Dad, really. I'm fine.

What-- What's that?

Oh, the car. Yes, the car's fine.

No. Listen, Dad, what happened was we were out late, and, um...

Hey, man, we gotta go. We gotta fly like a bird.

All right, Shane. I'm coming.

That was Shane.

That's where I am now. at Shane's.

Yeah. Okay, so, I'll bring the car home right after school. Is that okay?

All right, then. Okay.

Bye, bye.

- Trouble at home too? - Yeah. Hi.

Uh, nothing serious. No big deal.

I'm sorry about last night.

I brought you these.

Oh!

Thanks! Gee, I thought you'd be mad at me.

I don't get mad. I bake.

- Let's not ever fight again, okay? - Yeah.

Settle down!

Come on.

Today's inter-school chess club tournament has been canceled.

Club members are asked to report to the library and play with themselves.

I'm tellin' you, man. We could be on a couple Harleys right now...

sailing across the country.

Instead, we're stuck in this stupid library breathing book dust.

Stop. Go back.

- Who's that? - 1957.

"Prom Queen Mary Lou Maloney's young life tragically cut short by fire at Hamilton High."

Nice finish.

Yeah. I'll be right back.

I-- I got to go to the can.

All right, you zombies, now sit down and shut up.

I know you all realize the importance of this exam.

It'll determine your grade structure for the rest of the semester.

As if you're gonna make it that far.

But anyway, we studied all this in class,

so if you can dig your minds out of rock videos and smoking dope,

then maybe this won't be terminal.

But some folks might find it a challenge. Wouldn't you say, Dr. Grey?

Always up for a challenge, sir.

Hello, Alex.

You wanna write that test... or what?

What?

Time's up, delinquents.