Silent Night, Deadly Night 2

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!