Jack Frost

- Uncle Henry, tell me a story.

No, it's late.

Go to bed.

Santa will be here soon.

No, I want a story.

Please.

All right, all right.

You want a happy story or you want a scary story'?

- I want a happy scary story.

A happy scary story?

Yeah.

' Fine.

Once upon a time there lived a man by the name,

by the name of Jack Frost.

Jack Frost?

That's right.

Like in the song, Jack Frost nipping at your nose.

Only this guy did it for real.

- You know how regular folk get up in the morning,

eat something and then hurry off to do

whatever for the day.

Um, hm.

Well Jack would get up,

eat something, then hurry off and kill someone.

'Cause that's what he did; he killed people.

He'd stick knives in their faces and cut out their tummies.

And stamp on their heads till their

brains got all runny.

- Uncle Henry I don't think this is such a-

- You wanted a story, you got a story.

Uh, okay.

But why did he hurt people?

How should I know'?

Maybe his mum and dad never gave him enough hugs.

Maybe they gave him too many hugs.

Or maybe he just liked the color red

and things that went squish when he stuck

sharp points in them.

Oh.

It doesn't matter.

The only thing that's important

is that no one could catch him.

Some say that Jack was a ghost,

that he was already dead and could

walk through walls or vanish into thin air.

Oh.

- Truth is he never stayed in one place

long enough to be caught.

See Jack was smart.

He'd drift into a town, blend in,

puree a few of the locals then just

drift off to some place else that

needed a little social pruning.

Any towns that had too many little girls

that looked just like you.

- But they did catch him didn't

they Uncle Henry?

Well, for five years through

11 states and 38 deaths. Jack was nimble,

Jack was quick, Jack gouged eyes with candlesticks.

Smashed in skulls with sticks and stones.

Used iron bars to crush their bones.

So he could hide his kills in tiny places

and he wouldn't have to see their faces.

Uncle Henry.

That is until the pies.

Pies?

- Yeah, little bits of people started turning

up in Mrs. Puddles pecan pies all over the Midwest.

Fingertips, eyelids, ear lobes.

Mm-hm, some say that Jack had got sloppy

or that deep down he really wanted to be caught.

Others said that it made the pies taste better.

Eww.

- Bottom line; Jack had made his first mistake.

Authorities knew where he worked.

Within a week they traced his car.

Then it was just a matter of time before

he was caught, tried, and sentenced to die.

Oh.

- In fact, right this very moment Jack is being

taken to his place of execution.

His story should end at midnight

but the fun's just about to begin.

So why don't you go to bed and have sweet, sweet dreams.

- Tell you something; that murdering bastard Jack Frost

in here is one lucky son of a bitch.

Lucky'?

He's being executed in 30 minutes.

- Yeah well, at least he doesn't have to drive back

through this crap.

Deep fried Jack sewed at midnight.

Say pal'?

How about a smoke?

- Say Frost, why don't you shut the hell up?

Filtered.

- Hey, Jack we just crossed the Snowmonton county line.

Ain't this where you screwed up'?

Screwed up'?

Yeah, for years the FBI was chasing

this overgrown piece of shit.

Crossed like half a dozen states.

Then this backwater sheriff plays hero

for five minutes and takes all the glory.

Ain't how it happened Jack?

Almost got away with it didn't you?

Haw'?

Haw'?

Everything okay back there Harv?

Oh we're doing fine, real fine.

What-

The...

Fuck-

Oh yeah.

- Looks like deep fried Jack is off the menu

for tonight, huh'?

Jesus Christ.

Now, we can do this the easy way

Of we can-

This is gonna hurt.

Honey, you're miles away.

I'm all right.

It's after midnight.

No more stays of execution.

It's over.

No more nightmares about Jack Frost.

Hi there.

Engine problems'?

Bladder problem.

- I'm gonna need to see your license please.

Stay away from the vehicle please.

Make up your god damn mind.

You want to see my license or do you want

me to stay here?

It's your move Sheriff.

- I want you to stay away from the vehicle

and lie down on the ground.

This one you are gonna regret.

That's right Sheriff you take a good

long look at this face.

'Cause the next time you see it it's gonna

tear your world apart.

I'll find a way.

I'll tear your town apart.

I'll kill your family.

I'll kill you.

You're dead.

You hear me'?

Dead.

Honey, honey, honey'?

Slow down.

What's going on'?

Whoa.

Touch my finger, touch my knee.

Thank the Lord it was not me.

Wow, there's an ambulance.

Can we stop please'?

Oh I don't think so.

Now you just settle down we'll be home

in about 20 minutes.

- There's two squad cars, an ambulance.

And a partridge in a pear tree.

That's very nice Ryan.

Sweetie put your seat belt on.

What happened here officer?

I'm with the local-

- Keep it moving sir this is a federal matter.

Okay.

Then it just ran off.

But he couldn't run.

It was, it was like he was trying but he

didn't have legs.

Like he was part of the snow.

What the-

I'll take it from here.

You the man who witnessed the incident?

Let's you and me take a little midnight stroll.

The driveway is clear.

It's all over the news.

- Yeah, I was listening to it on the car radio.

Dad, who's Jack Frost?

Jack Frost was a very bad man honey

but now he's gone.

Poof.

Like magic?

Yeah that's right, just like magic.

And is he coming back'?

No.

So you don't have to worry about him.

- And you made him go away, didn't you dad?

Well I kind of helped I guess.

My dad's a hero.

No son, I just happened to be

in the right place at the wrong time.

I'm not a hero.

You are to me.

Me too.

Oh come on now.

You're gonna get all mushy and I got a job to go to.

But I made you special.