Babysitter Massacre

Are you sure you're sick?

Yes.

I feel hot and achey.

You aren't just saying that to stay home from school?

No.

So you must be too sick to go trick or treating then, right?

I don't know.

I think you must be.

Oh, come on.

I tell you what.

If you go and lay down and get lots and lots of rest,

maybe you'll feel better by the time

we're ready to go out tonight, and you

can go trick or treating.

How's that sound?

You got it!

So go to your bedroom and get to it.

Thank you, Linda.

No problem, kid.

I just scored myself some peace and quiet.

Too old for Halloween.

Tough gig.

Damn it!

God!

What?

Please, help me!

Please, leave me alone!

Please, no!

No!

No, no, no, no!

Good morning.

Hey there.

How's your day been?

Brief, I guess.

I used to think sleeping in was great.

Now I can't seem to sleep past 8:30 without feeling

like I've wasted the whole day.

Even after retiring?

Maybe it's just corporate conditioning.

I like to think that I am being productive.

I mean, I always like to have things to do.

-- Aren't you cold out here?

You know, I guess so.

I didn't really think about it.

When I'm feeling down, I just like to sit out

here and look at the houses.

Feel some of the life out there.

Gets lonely in this house.

How you holding up?

Fine.

Until I got that letter from the county.

Death in absentia.

It's been seven years.

Now as far as Dakota County is concerned,

April is officially deceased.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

It isn't new to me.

But seeing it in black and white just stings.

No more police reports, no insurance companies nosing

around looking for fraud.

Just nothing left.

I wish I knew what to say.

There really isn't anything to say, is there?

I guess not.

I'd be pretty shocked if you could lay down

words and make it all better.

I'd tell you to sell it on daytime TV.

I miss her, too.

I just-- I just try not to feel like a failure as a father.

You're not to blame.

Save it.

I've heard that speech.

But she was on my watch.

And the only consolation left in my life

now is watching you grow up next door.

I--

You got your plans made out for the day?

Did you pick out your costume?

I-- I don't dress up anymore.

But, um, I'm having some friends over.

It'll be fun?

Yeah.

Good.

I feel better already.

You go have yourself a good rest of the day, Angela.

I will, Mr. Walker.

Call if you need anything.

Will do, kiddo.

Mom, is that you?

Hello, baby!

Jesus Christ, you scared the hell out of me!

'tis the season.

You are twisted.

And your mom's an accomplice.

You're just trying to see me naked, you lesbo pervert.

Well, you better believe it.

Whip out them titties for me.

Get out.

Fine.

You're no fun.

I saw your butt, too.

Jesus.

The nightmares are back?

Yeah.

In a big way.

I'm-- I just keep seeing him over and over in my mind.

'tis the season.

Yeah, but now I feel like they're getting less blurry.

And it's still the guy with the white face?

Head.

His entire head is white.

He comes in, and he grabs April, and he pushes me aside,

and he takes her away.

And I run away.

You were 14.

You couldn't do anything.

I let her go.

OK.

Breathe for me.

Survivor's guilt is such a bitch.

I'm so sorry, sweetheart.

I don't know what I would do without you.

All of the other girls blame me.

They only blame you because that's the only way

that they could process it.

We all got together, and in our suburbanite wisdom,

formed a babysitters' club.

And when reality hit us in the face, we fell apart.

But we were all just in our costumes,

and laughing, and getting candy, and having a good time.

And then she was gone.

And then everyone else was gone.

Everyone except you.

Look.

I'm sure not all the girls feel that way anymore.

Right.

I'm having a few of them over for a party tonight.

Maybe you can drop by and join the party.

What kind of party is it?

A slumber party.

You're kidding me.

For old time's sake.

Come on.

Tonight is about feeling like kids again.

Maybe that can apply to old friendships, too?

Yeah.

You won't feel ashamed for inviting the weird girl over?

No way.

But just wait a couple hours until the social lubricant

has flowed through the veins.

Just like when we were kids, huh?

Yeah, except this time, we don't have to steal the liquor.

But we can if we want a thrill.

You're so impressive.

But you're rotten on the inside.

Kind of like my ex-boyfriend.

Oh well.

Sorry.

Hey.

I kind of want to skip the party.

It's been a really long day.

No, I kind of just want to go home, have some popcorn,

unwind, take my shoes off.

All right, I'll think about it.

No problem, sis.

Yeah, OK.

I'll call you later.

All right, bye.

You're gonna freeze your booty off.

It'll be better than a hot cup of coffee.

I think the wind chill's like 28 degrees.

That's a great way to feel alive.

You're crazy.

And you're a pussy.

If you want to go ahead and jump in, be my guest.

But I'm going to put my costume on.

It's party time.

Suit yourself.

Get it?

I didn't even mean to do that.

A poet and a scholar.

OK, maybe this one time I was wrong.

Tony?

Are you decent?

I want to see this surprise costume of yours.

Nice.

So what are you?

I get it.

A tampon.

Nice and absorbent.

Did you pick that costume up at a leather bar,

or did you just cut out the middleman

and blow a dude for it?

OK, now you're creeping me out, and I can't

think of any more insults.

So I'm going to go get changed.

Why are you doing this?

Let me go!

Please, let me go!