Necromancer

- Remember, you asked for my help.

- I don't care anymore what I agreed to.

I just want you to stop hurting him.

And have you forgotten so soon

how you were wronged by this man?

- No, but I want you to stop. I'll give you more money.

- I've already been paid satisfactorily.

Why don't we go inside and talk about it?

- Okay, but my mind's already made up.

Whatever it is you do in here, I want you to stop.

- Does your husband Matthew know you're here?

Are you kidding?

- And does anyone else know you're here?

- I'd be afraid my friends would laugh at me.

Quite.

- Look, please, I just want you to stop!

It's too late!

What?

No!

No, why?

No!

Hello, Ernest.

Boo!

Charles.

- Professor Delonge at school, remember?

Ah, you're angry, huh?

- A little. - A little? A lot!

You're a lot angry, I want you to be very, very angry, okay?

You don't understand.

I got good news for ya.

Last night, I decided to cast you as Kate

in Taming of the Shrew.

- Really? - Yeah.

But, I mean, Kate is a very angry young lady,

so you've got to be able to bring that out of you.

You can't just hold it all in, okay?

Do you think I can do it?

- I wouldn't have cast you in the part if I didn't think

you could do it, I mean, you've clone all these little fluff

parts and uh, well you've clone a couple of dramas

that you've been excellent in and now is the time

to stretch out, but you gotta bring that out of you.

And listen, why don't you come by my place

tomorrow night and we'll go through it, huh?

I'll give you some Shakespearean breathing exercises and uh-

- I don't think that's a good idea, Charles.

- Well, I'll just have to go home by myself then,

and go to sleep.

To die, to sleep, no more.

Ah, to sleep. Perchance to dream.

Ah, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams

may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil?

Must give us pause, menopause.

Santa Claus.

Some things never change.

All right, listen.

We'll go over your character tomorrow in class, okay?

- Okay. - All right.

Goodnight. - Bye.

Security!

Key.

Radical.

Masks.

Ready?

Let's do it.

Let's go.

Stay here!

Keep your eyes open for the campus cops.

Why me? Why can't he do it?

Just shut up and do it!

Come on.

Shh, Shh!

This way.

Check the desk.

Shh!

Ah, all done.

No problem.

- Paul. Can't get any easier than this.

Got the test.

Excellent.

Give me the camera.

- Let's see what else we've got in here.

- Eric, you know I'd like to spend the night in your dorm,

but we can't take another chance.

What's this?

Put this back.

Check this letter out.

Julie, that chick in the office?

She's banging Professor DeLonge.

"Dear Charles.

I think about you late at night while I lay in bed.

The passion of last night stays fresh."

Oh, this is beautiful.

I wouldn't mind doin' her myself.

- If we got caught, you'd lose your scholarship

and so would I.

Look, why don't we just meet for a cup of coffee

and talk or something, huh?

Okay, I'll pick you up in 15 minutes?

Okay?

See ya later. I'm on my way.

Bye.

Get down!

Let's bail.

Come on!

Allan?

Allan, the building is closed. What're you doing here?

Uh...

Nothing.

- Well, you better get outta here before a security guard

sees you and you get in trouble.

No one's getting in trouble.

Get your hands off me, Carl!

What is going on here, Paul?

Nothing.

Just a prank.

- I'm calling the security guard.

No, please.

What do you want?

"Dear Charles.

When I lay in bed at night,

my thoughts are of you."

Where did you get that?

What's the difference?

Now I got you.

Shut up!

Scream again and I'll cut you.

Why are you doing this, Paul?

Why are you doing this?

- Hey, what're you gonna do, man?

- Now we're gonna have some real fun.

Stop it!

I'm not into it, Paul.

Just hold her down!

- Don't let him do it! Please, don't let-

Don't move!

I will cut you.

You got a problem, man?

- Stop! Please make him- - You shut up!

Shut up!

On our first date,

you wouldn't even let me kiss you!

- It's all right, come on!

Come on!

- Oh, my god! - Shut up.

"To become a witch,

you must have a natural inclination to worship the old gods.

It must be a feeling which springs from the heart

and carries you on towards your goal

in exactly the same way it happened to the first witches

thousands of years ago."

Oh, listen to this.

"SWM Exec."

What's SWM?

Single white male.

"Late 30s, looking for female in her 20s.

Must dig whips, chains, and trampolines.

Also looking for couples to videotape orgies

on the roof of my RV.

Contact Happy, box 13-13."

That's sick.

- We gotta talk about what happened last night.

Not here.

- I don't know how you guys can listen to that garbage.

I mean, it's really disgusting.

- All right, I'll think of it as research

for my sociology class.

You dropped sociology.

- Okay, well I'll think of it as history!

- How can people's weird sexual fantasies

have anything to do with history?

- if people didn't live out their sexual fantasies

there wouldn't be any history.

- Makes sense to me. Come on, read some more.

Julie, what's the matter?

Did you and Eric have a fight last night?

Well, what is it?

Julie, what?

I've been raped.

What?

I've been raped.

Oh, my god.

When?

Last night.

Where?

At the theater.

It was Paul DuShane and Carl Caulder.

Did you tell the police?

Why?

- I can't. - Why?

- They found an old letter I wrote to Charles.

Eric doesn't know anything about that.

He won't understand.

- If Eric really loves you, it won't make any difference.

You have to tell the police.

You can't let them get away with this.

I'm afraid.

- You can't let them go on like nothing happened.