Lisa Frankenstein (2024)
After suffering an unspeakable tragedy, Lisa finds herself at a new school her senior year in 1989, struggling to fit in, despite her “sister” Taffy trying to get her to conform to her more typical cheerleader vibe. When a freak accident reanimates a corpse from the abandoned cemetery where she was spending time, she must keep his arrival a secret from her family and classmates, all while deciding how much she wants to help him, and at what cost.
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♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(sniffs)
(kisses)
(bird cawing)
(sighs)
(horse neighs)
(wind gusting)
♪ ♪
(insects trilling, frogs croaking)
(“The Promise” by When in Rome playing)
♪ If you need a friend ♪
♪ Don’t look to a stranger ♪
♪ You know in the end ♪
♪ I’ll always be there ♪
(sizzling)
♪ And when you’re in doubt ♪
(inhales deeply) ♪ And when you’re in danger ♪
♪ Take a look all around ♪
♪ And I’ll be there… ♪ Hey.
Hey, Taffy.
I don’t think that blush is your shade, Lisa.
♪ Of the right words to say ♪
♪ I promise you ♪
♪ I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be… ♪
I’ll probably just stay home. No.
This is the first critical rager of the year.
It’s compulsory.
And you know what your doctor said.
You need socialization.
♪ When your day is through… ♪
(Lisa sighs)
Why don’t you use my tanning bed?
Oh, no way.
When I won Junior Miss Hawaiian Tropic,
I promised I’d use my title to help other people.
And that includes sharing the grand prize with those in need.
♪ Sometimes if I shout… ♪
You’re in need, babe.
♪ These words just come out ♪
♪ With no cross to bear ♪
♪ I’m sorry, but I’m just thinking of ♪
♪ The right words to say ♪ ♪ I promise you ♪
♪ I know they don’t sound the way ♪
♪ I planned them to be ♪ ♪ I promise you ♪
♪ But if you wait around a while ♪
♪ I’ll make you fall for me ♪ ♪ I promise you ♪
♪ I promise. ♪ (electrical crackling)
(Lisa screams)
I’m really sorry you got electrocuted, Lisa.
I’m fine.
Let’s rap. How are you liking Brookview so far?
It’s fine.
It’s the same as my old school.
Are you hot for anyone?
Come on.
Lisa.
Lisa!
♪ Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa. ♪
(whispers): Michael Trent.
I don’t know who that is.
He’s the editor in chief of The Grackle.
The lit mag.
The high school literary magazine.
Does he lunch on or off campus?
Off. BK or White Castle?
Neither.
Does he have more of a basketball bod or a football bod?
He doesn’t play sports. He’s cerebral.
(Taffy gasps)
He’s in a wheelchair?
No.
This party’s going to be clutch.
There’s going to be two kegs, a wapatui, and Eric Chen stole a nitrous tank from his dad’s dental practice.
Isn’t it just off Bluff Road? Uhhuh.
We could’ve walked.
Too far. I’m wearing jellies.
These things will turn your feet into Hamburger Helper.
But there’s a shortcut through the forest through Bachelor’s Grove.
The haunted cemetery?
It’s not haunted.
It’s just abandoned.
Desecrated.
Well, I heard the heshers do witchcraft over there.
And I also heard that Gina Marzak dedicated her unborn child to Satan.
And that’s why the baby has to wear a helmet now.
I’ve never seen anybody there.
I think it’s really peaceful and quiet.
(reading indistinctly)
I do wax rubbings of all the tombstones.
I have a favorite.
You have a favorite one? Yeah.
A young man.
I tend to his grave and leave him flowers and…
I talk to him sometimes.
I brought this for you.
It was my mom’s.
It’s kind of morbid when I wear it, so I wanted you to have it.
Keep it safe, okay?
That’s really weird, Lisa.
I just don’t think anyone should be forgotten.
(engine revs)
(“Head Over Heels” by Blue Peter playing)
♪ Swept away… ♪
Hi! Hi!
I brought the booze. (whooping)
Yes, you did! You look great.
You look hot. (Taffy squealing excitedly)
Hey, you fixed your bangs.
You know, I wasn’t gonna say anything, they were such a mess, but you look amazing now.
I’m telling you, we’re taking it to state this year, man, and I’ll put money on it. Possum pride, baby!
Whoo, whoo! Yes, sir!
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
Oh, my God, Steve! Bag your face!
(rustling)
If you’re looking to fade out, the ethanol’s inside.
What? The booze.
It’s in the house.
Yeah, I think that my stepsister brought most of it.
Lisa Swallows.
Michael Trent.
(panting)
(under breath): Why?
(whispers): How do you know my name?
(chuckles) Well, we’re both currently being educated in the same walls of asbestos.
Plus, you submitted some really strong poems to The Grackle.
I’m the editor.
Oh, you are? Right.
Your stuff’s really good.
Like, pitchblack, but really good.
Reminds me of Plath or Anne Sexton.
You like my poems?
I wouldn’t have published them if I didn’t.
(chuckles, snorts)
LORI: So, what exactly happened to her?
I’ve heard stuff.
(sighs) I can never, ever talk about it, Lori.
For personal and legal reasons, and I also pinkyswore.
But I guess I can tell you. I trust you.
You’re my cheer sister.
(retches) Of course.
Okay, so, like, two years ago, Lisa was home alone with her mom, and this psycho broke in.
With, like, an axe and everything.
Anyway, her mom told her to run and hide, and so she did.
And then the guy axemurdered her mom, and she heard the whole thing.
Oh, my God. (gasps)
She called 911, but the guy escaped.
They never caught him.
(siren wailing)
And by the time she came out, it was too late.
(indistinct police radio chatter)
(screams)
Wow.
I’d be screwed up if I were her, too.
Yeah.
She didn’t talk for a few months after that.
Kind of just wandered around like a zombie.
What about her dad?
Is he okay?
Oh, yeah. Dale? He’s a big sweetie.
My mom met him six months after the murder, and they got engaged and married real quick.
Which is great, you know?
Because Dale didn’t have to be sad for too long and Lisa had a new mom right away.
Aw! That’s so cute. (cries)
Yeah. Everything worked out nice.
So, like… Hey.
I found the keg. Oh. Thank you.
It’s Clydesdale piss, but, you know…
Hey, Tamara.
Hi. Sorry, how do we know each other?
Just a couple classes. This year?
This semester.
Bless.
Uh, anyway… Mmhmm.
…do you want a sip?
Uh…
I’ll take one. No, right.
Why would I assume that she parties?
All right, I’ll take one.
Oh. Let me see that real quick.
TAMARA: What? (Lisa coughing, retching)
What is this? You know, I’m not really sure.
I got it off, um, Darren? MICHAEL: Come on.
TAMARA: What? Poor girl just went from Pepsi Free to PCP.
TAMARA: You’re being so dramatic.
Hey, Lisa. You okay?
(voice distorted): I saw you talking to those darksiders.
(normal voice): Did they give you something?
(voice distorted): This is not what I expected from you.
You have so much potential, Lisa.
(normal voice): Hey, you. We need to talk.
Just say no.
Liquor before beer, babe.
♪ It’s gonna be a bright, bright, bright ♪
♪ Sunshiny day… ♪
I’m psychic.
Also…
(voice distorted): I think it’s gonna rain.
(thunder rumbling)
BOY: Hey, Lisa.
(Lisa gasps)
(voice distorted): Are you okay?
(whimpers)
Oh.
Who are you?
Yeah…
(normal voice): Uh, it’sit’s me, it’s Doug.
Your lab partner?
Okay, um… let’s find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?
(grunts) Here we go. Oh, here we go.
All right.
I hate parties like this.
I don’t even know why I came.
Personally, I’d rather catch a flick or something than watch a bunch of cheerleaders get blasted.
Moo.
Dude, that’s for cows.
DOUG: Who’s your favorite director of all time?
Pabst. Pa…
Oh, you’re just reading my beer can.
No.
He was a real director.
Um… what kind of movies did he direct?
(whispers): Silents.
(whispers): Okay, I’ll be quiet.
(wood creaking) (thunder crashes)
DOUG: Oops.
Ooh. (gasping)
(retches)
Your hair feels like Easter grass.
How much cans of White Rain you got in there, kid?
(retching)
Kiddo? (clears throat)
(coughs, sighs)
LISA: Smells like camp in here.
(exhales)
(grunts softly)
Mm. Thank you.
(thunder crashes)
Uhoh.
Looks like the angels are bowling.
My mom used to say that.
(chuckles)
Does that feel good?
♪ ♪
Come on, you can’t stop once you’ve started. It’s the rules.
(panting)
♪ I can see clearly now… ♪
No.
Come on, Lisa. Just for a minute.
You know it’s not nice to lead people on, Lisa.
(groaning, panting)
♪ I can see all obstacles ♪
♪ In my way ♪
(whimpering)
(thunder crashes)
(panting)
♪ Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind ♪
(gasping, panting)
♪ It’s going to be a bright ♪
(gasps)
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sunshiny day ♪
(thunder crashes)
♪ It’s going to be a bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sunshiny day. ♪
(thunder crashes)
(gasps)
It’s you.
♪ ♪
Oh, I… I wish I was with you.
(thunder crashes)
♪ ♪
(electrical crackling)
(screams)
(raspy groaning in distance)
(“Strange” by Galaxie 500 playing)
(thunder crashes)
♪ Why’s everybody acting funny? ♪
♪ Why’s everybody look so strange? ♪
♪ Why’s everybody look so nasty? ♪
♪ What do I want with all these things? ♪
Wash your hands, kiddo.
♪ I went alone down to the drugstore ♪
♪ I went in back ♪
DOLL: Mama.
♪ And took a Coke ♪
♪ I stood in line and ate my Twinkies ♪
♪ I stood in line ♪
♪ I had to wait ♪
♪ Why’s everybody acting funny? ♪
♪ Why’s everybody look so strange? ♪
♪ Why’s everybody look so pretty? ♪
♪ What do I want with all these things? ♪
♪ I went alone ♪
♪ Down to the drugstore ♪
♪ I stood in line ♪
♪ I had to wait. ♪
Lisa? Lis? Hey. (gasps)
My mom’s having a cow about the bathroom.
You should probably get up.
Come on, now.
(Taffy snickers)
(gasps)
That’s fine. Everyone does it.
(sighs): Oh, my God.
So, what happened last night?
(groans)
Oof. Your knees.
I fell.
(laughs) Sure, babe. Me, too.
JANET (distant): Lisa!
Get down here now!
You should probably get going.
(groans)
(sighs) (aerosol spraying)
Oh. Lisa.
Did you smash the mirror in the bathroom?
Last night, I, uh…
(sighs) Told you.
Your dad wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I knew.
I always know.
I’m an I.P.
Intuitive person.
Took a whole seminar about it.
Janet.
There was a damn tornado last night.
Hail damage on the sedan, yard full of debris, and now I guess I got to clean up the bathroom, too.
It was a tornado watch, Mom, not a real tornado.
Well, now, it was quite a storm, though, Taff.
You see that ball lightning?
Big green ball in the sky?
Never saw anything like that.
Dale.
You need to stop munching the GrapeNuts and be a father right now.
Your daughter has a taste for vandalism.
She has been deliberately destroying property.
First, it was my…
Precious Moments cake stand.
That was an accident.
Mom.
Be nice.
(whispers): I am being nice.
But I will not coddle her.
No one coddled me when my dad blew up in Da Nang.
And that is why I am the way I am today.
That’s a good point.
Thank you, honey.
(chuckles gently)
Lisa, do you know what happens to people who act out?
They wind up in the loony bin.
You’re a psych nurse, Mom.
Should you be saying “loony bin”?
Zip it, Taff.
DALE: All right, Lisa.
You’re gonna go upstairs and you’re gonna clean up that bathroom.
And, um… pay for the mirror.
Yeah, I’ll pick up an extra shift at Wayne’s.
How about an apology?
I’m sorry, Janet.
Wait a second here.
What is this?
(over TV): Thanks, Laura.
I’m here on the scene at the former sight of the Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery in Bremer Park, where a neglected monument was recently struck by lightning… (gasps) reigniting neighborhood concerns about fire safety.
Oh.
Hey.
Hello.
(gasps)
II feel like I want to apologize for what may have happened last night.
I had no idea that cup was spiked.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
It was good. Uh, that was… I got high.
So you’re an experienced psychonaut.
You know, like, um…
like an astronaut of the psyche type thing?
(both laugh)
Oh, yeah, I’m the…
Sally Ride of… drugs.
WAYNE: Can I help you, young man?
Uh, yes, sir. Um… just spilt a little something on the inside here.
(sniffs)
Red wine?
Hawaiian Punch. Mmhmm.
Anyway, well, I’m glad you’re okay.
WAYNE: Do you two know each other from school?
I didn’t know Lisa had any friends.
I can always count on her to work on Saturdays ’cause she can’t get a date. (chuckles)
Eh, it’s probably ’cause she’s so flatchested.
Hey. Can they get it out?
WAYNE: I’ll do my best, sweetheart.
But I’m a technician, not a magician.
Thank you. That’s a shame.
Hi, Lisa.
Um, well, thank you.
Lisa, it was really good seeing you. Bye.
Lisa.
(door closes)
Hmm.
(sniffs)
(gasps)
(laughing): And that’s why Mr. Conyers has to teach with the door open now.
(laughter)
DALE: Oh, you’re a riot, Taff.
Hey, Lis.
We’re going to the late show of Look Who’s Talking.
Want to come?
Oh, is there pizza left?
Uh, yeah.
I think we got a slice here.
Oh. Looks like it’s got a little meat on it.
Oh, she can pick it off.
I said we should get you a veggie lovers’, but I guess she had some coupon thing.
Eh? Free Orange Crush? (chuckles)
Yeah, I think I’m gonna skip the movie.
DALE: Huh? TAFFY: No, what?
Lisa.
Lis, come on.
We all have to spend more time together as a family.
How can we Brady if we don’t bunch?
Right, Dad? That’s right.
I’m just really tired from work.
How tiring can it be to sit hunched over a sewing machine like an old lady?
Taff just had a threehour cheer practice.
Mom… They have her doing the splits on the top of the damn pyramid.
Do you know how hard that is on the groin muscles?
It doesn’t even hurt anymore.
Well, because you put in the work.
All those hours screaming with your legs spread against the wall.
Heck yeah, you should be proud, Taff.
Well, I’m sure Lisa’s fingers hurt from all that sewing.
Eventually, a callus just forms.
Don’t I know it?
(moaning)
(knocking) (gasps)
Mm.
(louder knocking)
(roaring outside) (man groaning on TV)
(glass squeaking) (gasps)
(gasping)
(screaming)
(screams)
(grunting)
(Lisa hyperventilating)
(grunting)
(grunts, yells)
(screams)
(grunts)
(screaming) (glass shatters)
(panting)
(gasping)
Okay, okay. (gasps)
Okay, okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
(straining)
(whimpering)
(grunts)
(gasping)
(Lisa yells, whimpers)
CREATURE: Hmm?
(Lisa straining)
(yelps, grunts)
(panting)
(screams)
(spits)
(gasps)
(screams)
You hear that? (screaming continues)
I’m sure it’s the girl next door.
She’s very odd.
The cheerleader? No, no.
Not Taffy. She’s adorable.
LISA: Stop it! (gasping)
WOMAN: And what a figure.
(Lisa screaming) It’s the other girl.
(hyperventilating)
I’m calling 911!
(panting)
(buttons beeping)
(creature grunting over phone)
(groaning, gurgling)
(“Strange” by Galaxie 500 playing)
(dial tone drones)
(grunts)
(whimpering)
♪ Why’s everybody… ♪
That’s my dad’s shoe phone.
He got it for free with his subscription to Sports Illustrated.
♪ Why’s everybody look so nasty? ♪
♪ What do I want with all these things? ♪
♪ I went alone ♪
♪ Down to the drugstore… ♪
Do you like this, uh, song?
♪ And took a Coke… ♪ Hmm.
Do you like any other music?
(grunting)
I have The Cure.
Hmm? Oh.
No.
It’s not that kind of cure. It’s like a…
It’s a band.
They can’t make you better. I mean, they can, but emotionally.
(whimpers)
♪ Why’s everybody look so pretty? ♪
Come on, we’ve got to hide you.
(creature grunting)
This is my room.
(sighs)
We’re better off up here in case anybody comes home.
Definitely no one can see you.
(sighs) (creature grunts)
(groaning)
(chuckles)
(gasps, grunting)
What?
(grunts)
(gags, coughing)
(grunting, groaning)
My mom’s rosary.
Oh, my God.
You…
You’re him?
(whimpers)
Well, why are you here?
(moaning)
(whimpering)
Okay, I get it. I get it.
When I said I wished I was with you, I didn’t mean that.
I meant I wished I was in thethe ground, dead.
Because life sucks and people are jerkoffs.
I didn’t mean that I wanted to be… with you.
You know… in person.
(groans)
(gasps) Oh, oh, I’m sorry.
No, no, no, don’t cry. (gasps)
(gags) Don’t cry.
Your tears… they smell so bad.
(whimpers) Go.
(creature grunting)
(gasping)
Oh, my God.
(sniffs, exhales)
Oh, my…
(sputters) Okay.
(creature grunting)
So here’s some soap. (grunts)
(gasps) Oh, no.
Um, that’s a, um… douche bag. Just don’t…
You’re gonna need that.
(grunts)
I don’t know why I’m talking so much.
I haven’t said this many words in a row in forever.
After my mom died, I got diagnosed with traumatic mutism.
That’s where you don’t talk at all. Are you going to talk?
(groaning) (Lisa gasps)
Copy that.
Would you like me to turn on the shower radio?
CREATURE: Hmm?
This is Taffy’s station.
It’s for beer sluts. (pop music playing)
I’m gonna turn on the college station.
It’s for people like us.
With feelings.
(DJ speaking indistinctly over radio)
(gasps)
Careful.
Okay.
Hot. Cold.
This?
Water.
(mimics water sounds)
It’s the future.
(groaning)
(“Up the Down Escalator” by The Chameleons playing)
(water turns on)
(creature grunting)
♪ I’m gazing at faces staring… ♪
Okay, sparky.
We got to get you some new duds.
(gasps)
♪ They tell me ♪
♪ Tomorrow will never arrive ♪
♪ But I’ve seen it end… ♪
Send it… send it back.
(grunting) Oh.
(squeaking)
(straining)
♪ I lost my direction while dodging the flack ♪
♪ Oh, give me a hint or something… ♪
(gasping)
I love it.
No? (grunts)
♪ Yeah, there must be something wrong… ♪
Just give it a chance.
♪ ♪
(grunting, groaning)
Wait, I…
♪ Obnoxious actions, obnoxious results ♪
♪ Yes, teachers who refuse to be taught… ♪
(gasps) Let me see.
We can work on this, bud, you know?
It looks cool. (whimpers)
(creature grunting softly)
(gasps)
(moans softly) Hmm.
Oh. (grunts)
Oh, I can’t do anything about that.
I’m not a doctor.
But it’s okay.
They’re just things that make you different.
You know, there’s this really attractive guy on Days of Our Lives who has to wear an eye patch.
He’s a very popular character, and his patch doesn’t define him.
(creature groans softly)
What’s his name? Patch.
(creature grunts softly) (sighs)
His name is Patch.
JANET (distant): What the hell happened here?!
Oh, Janet.
DALE: Lisa!
(Lisa gasps)
DALE: Taffy, stay outside.
Get in my closet! (grunts)
It’s okay, everyone. I’m okay. I’m fine.
It’s okay. I’m good.
DALE: Honey…
JANET: My Snowbabies.
DALE: Janet, will…?
Oh, Belly Boy. (gasps)
Little Chubby.
DALE: Christ.
There was a home invasion.
The burglar ransacked the–the china cabinets,
but I… I fought him off.
How am I going to serve sambuca?
Well, wait a second. It…
A burglar?
He had a… a mask, a black mask.
And this hat. He had this wide-brimmed hat and a striped jumpsuit.
That sounds like the Hamburglar.
(laughs) No.
(scoffs) Lisa, that does sound
like the exact description of the Hamburglar.
(gasps) Dale?
Oh.
Do you see what’s going on here?
Lisa’s hungry? I…
Lisa got a lot of attention when the tragedy happened.
So now she’s, well, recreating the scene of the crime.
She has been ransacking our precious home little by little.
The cake stand, thethe bathroom last night, and now this. (grunts softly)
She knew how it would affect you, Dale.
She needs help.
Residential treatment. She needs to go somewhere.
For a while.
TAFFY: Mom!
We can’t just send off Lisa to the snake pit.
She can barely survive P.E.
Daddy…
I’m not crazy.
Nobody said that.
Oh, my mom actually just did.
No, Taff, she would never say that.
Well…
I hate to say it, Lisa, but you are either crazy or you’re just goddamned inconsiderate.
(whimpers) Yeah.
Her neck. Mm.
I can glue that.
(Janet sighs)
♪ ♪
(doors creaking)
(sighs)
(alarm clock beeping)
(alarm turns off) (sighs)
(birds singing)
(yawning)
I have to get, uh, dressed.
(creature grunts)
Mm.
That’s Taffy’s.
She gave it to me because she said she got too many compliments in it.
(creature grunts)
Uhuh, it’s not really my style.
Mm!
I’m not a skeezer. (groans)
Hey! Ugh.
(groans)
Can I at least have a jacket?
(grunts)
(doors close)
(scoffs) (guttural grunting)
(gasps softly)
(“Lips Like Sugar” by Echo and the Bunnymen playing)
(students murmuring)
♪ She floats like a swan ♪
♪ Grace on the water ♪
♪ Lips like sugar… ♪
Oh, Lisa looks good.
She could probably even do pageants, if she had congeniality.
WOMAN (over headphones): The extremely empathetic person may struggle with feelings of isolation.
“Why me?
Why must I feel so strongly?”
Whew!
Others seem crude and insensitive.
(low grunt)
Emotional vampires seek out intuitive people and drain them.
(Janet sighs)
(low growling)
They envy our magic and our sensitivity. (sighs)
They won’t be satisfied… Hmm.
…until we’re as devoid of love as they are.
How can we avoid these people who wish to…
(soft grunting)
Unfortunately, highly empathetic people are…
The key is learning to recognize them.
At first, they may seem harmless.
(plays discordant notes)
(piano plays gentle melody) They may even make you feel very special.
(piano stops playing) Don’t fall into this trap.
JANET: Hmm. Don’t be fooled by their…
(piano playing gentle melody)
(doorbell ringing)
(Janet gasps) Their goal is to exploit your kindness and drag you down to their level before they move on to a new victim.
Others seem crude.
(tape player clicks off)
JANET: Can I help you?
MAN: Carpet shampoo, ma’am?
Uh, carpet shampoo? Yes, ma’am.
You can eat off my carpet. We’re doing an offer.
Excuse me?
What’s your name? Uh, it’s Clark. Clark.
JANET: What is your name? Clark.
JANET: Yes, well, no. I am a very busy person.
I’m not happy to spend my time talking to you.
CLARK: I only really just…
(conversation outside continues indistinctly)
(retching)
CLARK: Of course it is. JANET: I–I–I thought…
CLARK: You want a flyer? No? Okay.
(sighs)
(tape player clicks on)
Between you and the knife guy, Jesus H.
(sighs) (over headphones): As an I.P., you will instinctively know when something is off.
And even though others may try to convince you otherwise… Mmm.
…it is imperative that you follow your own inner compass. Hmm? Hmm.
Only then can you vanquish the narcissist.
(Janet screams)
(indistinct chatter)
Hey.
(gasps) Hi. Did you happen to take any notes in White’s class today?
I–I cut. Aw.
Yeah, I was gonna cut, too, because I hate White’s class, but I think I took… I took, like, some notes.
Wow.
You sure you’re not on the payroll?
No, you have to have, like, a… like, a stupid face to teach here.
You have to be really ugly with a stupid face.
You’re kind of absurd, aren’t you?
(bangs on locker) Hi.
Hey. Excuse me.
I need to talk to my sister.
I’m very protective of her.
She’s a newish transfer student, and I want her to make friends with the right people.
No punks, trenchies or death clowns.
Taffy!
Oscar Wilde said, “To define is to limit.”
Okay. Well, Oscar the Grouch said, “Scram.”
(chuckles quietly)
I’ll see you later.
I really don’t get your fixation with that one.
There are plenty of halfwaydece guys that would date you.
Like, n–not a basketball player, per se, but certainly the team manager.
Or maybe even a cute guy with bad skin.
Mmhmm. Thanks.
I’m going out tonight after practice.
Will you cover for me?
Doesn’t your mom have that, like, Milwaukee conference thing?
Yeah, but what about Daddy?
You know how overprotective he is.
“Taffy, where are you going?”
“Taffy, what time are you gonna be back?” He’s obsessed.
He is?
Well, I think he works late Mondays anyway, so you don’t have to worry. (school bell ringing)
Well, if he asks, tell him I’m at Lori’s, please.
Sure. Thanks.
LISA: I think he really likes me. (chuckles)
Are guys so simple that you just have to put on a pirate skeezer dress, and suddenly, they want to talk to you? (grunts softly)
Oh. Well, thanks, I guess. (chuckles)
How will I ever repay you?
Hmm?
Huh?
(creature grunting softly)
Well, I can’t just get you new parts.
I mean… you’re a dead man, not a Chrysler LeBaron.
(creature whimpers)
Oh, I want to help you.
I really do, but I don’t know how.
And besides, Taffy says it’s a waste of time to try and fix a boy.
It’s better to just accept a guy’s flaws.
(groans angrily)
Hey! Don’t Kirk out on me, man!
JANET: Lisa?
(gasps) Damn it! Janet!
(Lisa panting)
Hello… Janet.
I thought you were going to Milwaukee.
Don’t you “Milwaukee” me.
I skipped the conference because I’m ill.
And do you know why I’m ill?
Aunt Flo?
No.
Because a little psycho whore put worms on my diet plate.
I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.
(chuckles) I should’ve gone to the doctor, but I had to go take care of others, like I’ve been doing for 20 years.
Because I am a nurse and an angel.
I even opened my glorious home to an ungrateful little bitch.
Well, I didn’t want to move here.
Oh, you wanted to stay in the house where your mom was butchered like a hog?
Oh, thatthat’s disturbing, Lisa.
I mean, I didn’t want to go to a new school my senior year.
I didn’t want to leave the town that I lived in my whole life.
So ungrateful.
You were lucky to get out of there.
I’m sure people were talking.
Or maybe you liked being a hot topic.
Maybe it was the first time anyone ever looked at you.
Shut up!
(Lisa yelps)
Oh, that’s it.
You should know that today, I talked to the head of the juvenile program at Serenity Manor, and you are being admitted.
Oh, please, no.
Oh, yes.
For your own good and my safety.
Inpatient. (gasps)
Lockdown. (gasps)
Special socks. (whimpers)
Where a disturbed person like you belong…
(gasps)
(Janet gurgling)
(gasps) (clears throat)
(sewing machine thudding)
(grunts)
(scissors snipping)
(gasping)
Why?! Why?
(whimpering)
Oh. No, I can’t.
I can’t do that.
Not until we bury the body.
(insects trilling)
(creature moans softly)
(birds chirping)
Is it peaceful down there?
(creature grunting)
♪ ♪
Can you hear anything?
(creature grunts softly)
No reception?
Dead meat.
(both sigh)
Well, maybe it could just be for looks.
Like my cousin Carlene she got a boob job.
She can’t feel anything, but she still got a husband.
(grunts)
The rest of you used to be dead, too.
(creature grunts)
(writing)
(Lisa gasps)
(creature grunts) Oh, my God.
(electrical crackling)
(whirring)
(Lisa gasps)
(creature grunting)
Hello?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?! (groans)
Can you… Yeah? (screams)
(moans)
Oh, my God! It worked!
(both scream)
(footsteps approaching)
Fresh.
Good morning.
Is that sherry?
No.
It’s Lisa.
Did she just make a joke?
(grunts) It wasn’t very good. (laughs)
Is that my new half-shirt from Contrampo?
You said sisters share.
You’re right. I did.
You look deadly.
Half the school is headed to boner town, and they don’t even know it yet.
Right, Daddy?
Mmhmm. They have no idea.
Don’t tell Mom I said this, but it’s actually kind of nice not having her in town.
Actually, I… miss her.
You do?
She’s been such a nurturing presence in my life, and I’m just so glad that you chose someone who’s good for both of us.
Oh, my gosh.
(gasps) This isn’t waterproof.
(laughter)
Okay, guys, let’s vámonos a la escuela.
What happened to your neck?
Crimper accident.
But you had practice yesterday.
I did.
You never heatstyle before a practice.
(scoffs) Are you the crimper police?
Are you from Conair PD?
No, it’s just that your hair’s not even crimped.
Well, you know that my hair is too healthy and too silky to hold a crimp.
Right.
It’s, like, my main flaw. (giggles)
Yeah. Bye, Daddy.
Okay.
Let’s get going. Be careful.
♪ As soon as I get my head round you ♪
♪ I come around catching sparks off you ♪
♪ I get an electric charge from you ♪
♪ That secondhand living, it just won’t do ♪
♪ And the way I feel tonight ♪ Mwah.
♪ Oh, I could die and I wouldn’t mind ♪
♪ And there’s something going on inside ♪
♪ Makes you want to feel, makes you want to try ♪
♪ Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky ♪
♪ I can’t stand up, I can’t cool down ♪
♪ I can’t get my head off the ground ♪
♪ As soon as I ♪
♪ Get my head round you ♪ (school bell rings)
♪ I come around catching sparks off you ♪
♪ And all I ever got from you ♪
(exhales)
♪ Was all I ever took from you ♪
♪ Yeah, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… ♪
Hey.
I’m so glad that you came.
(birds chirping)
You… you don’t want to hold my hand?
Oh, I will.
But first, I want to take you somewhere that’s… very meaningful to me.
(chuckles) Uh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk this much.
It’s weird.
(Lisa chuckles)
I suppose I never thought I had much to contribute, but I feel much more extroverted lately.
I want to participate in the school community.
(Doug panting)
I didn’t know we were going for a hike. (chuckles)
Oh.
Why are we at Bachelor’s?
Oh. Have you been here before?
Mmhmm. Once.
Uh, in the seventh grade on a dare.
Mmhmm.
This whole place gives me the creeps, okay?
It–it’s not Christian, okay, for a graveyard to be left like this.
(stammers) I agree.
(whispers): It’s not Christian.
Okay.
(exhales sharply)
Ooh. Okay.
(stammers) I want you to touch me exactly the way you touched me at the party.
Oh, I knew you wanted it.
All right, so, uh, well, I had a bunch of beers, you know, which is… which is probably why I was so good at it.
(laughs softly) Uh, you know, because I was relaxed.
But I think it might have been…
♪ ♪ (Doug yelps)
(Lisa giggles excitedly)
(yelps, groans)
DOUG: No, no, no, no, no, no!
(screams) Aha!
I told you I’d hold your stupid hand!
DOUG: Why would you do that, Lisa? (grumbles)
What? I thought that was a really cool thing to say.
Ow! Help!
My hand! My hand…
(thud)
(creature grunts)
This is gonna be tough. (grunts)
(Lisa takes deep breath)
(creature groans)
♪ ♪
Ooh.
(sighs)
(grunts)
(Lisa chuckles)
LISA: Hmm. (grunts)
Oh. (chuckles)
(electrical humming)
(crackling)
(whirring) (gasps)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(chuckles) No, no.
(gasps) Whoa!
(laughs)
Oh. Oh.
(laughing)
What? Where are we going?
(laughs): Oh, my God.
Okay.
What?
What are you doing?
(laughs): Oh, you’re a musician.
Okay.
(piano playing dramatic classical music)
♪ ♪
(music ends)
Was that, like, Mozart or something?
You had a whole life.
Yeah, I guess, yeah, I do.
I guess so. (chuckles softly)
Oh, no, uh, that’s Dad’s.
He hasn’t played since my mom died.
You can try.
Yeah.
(piano playing gentle melody)
♪ I can’t fight this feeling any longer ♪
♪ And yet I’m still afraid to let it float ♪
♪ What started out as friendship ♪
♪ Has grown stronger ♪
♪ I only wish I had the strength to let it show ♪
♪ And even as I wander ♪
♪ I’m keeping you in sight ♪
♪ You’re a candle in the window ♪
♪ On a cold, dark winter’s night ♪
♪ I’m getting closer ♪
♪ Than I ever thought I might ♪
(mimics drumbeat)
♪ And I can’t fight this feeling anymore ♪
♪ I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for ♪
♪ And if, to bring this ship into the shore ♪
♪ Come crashing through your door ♪
(breathless): ♪ Baby, I can’t fight this feeling ♪
♪ Anymore. ♪
(song ends) (creature sniffles)
Oh, no. Oh, my God. Oh, no.
No, no, no, are you crying?
(sniffs) Oh, my God.
Oh, no! Goddamn it!
When you cry, it smells like a hot toilet at a carnival.
(sniffs)
Oof.
Oh, Jesus.
God! (sighs)
What’s wrong?
What?
Hey.
Don’t feel bad about what we did.
Janet was gonna put me in a psych ward.
You saved me.
And Doug?
Eh. We just wanted his hand.
And now look what you can do with it. That hand… was gonna do terrible things.
And now it’s a… it’s a conduit for the talent of REO Speedwagon.
Look, I got to go change my pad, and you got to get upstairs for the night ’cause they’re gonna be home soon, so…
♪ Fight this feeling anymore… ♪
(grunting rhythmically)
(sighs)
(sniffles)
So, I think we’ll call that one finished, and from all of us here… (door opens)
(footsteps approach) (door closes)
Guys! I finally got my standing back tuck.
It was a little off the cheese mat, but still,
Coach said it counts.
Oh, that’s fantastic.
Thanks, Daddy. Oh, wait, I got to go tell Mom.
Taffy, wait.
Doesn’t she get back tomorrow?
Just tell her then.
Lisa, this is a big D.
Mom said that if I got my back tuck, she’d finally give me her diamond studs.
(laughs) That’s so nice.
Yeah, it is. What’s the number for the hotel again?
Yeah, it’s, uh, in there on the fridge.
And, Taff, holler before you get off.
I want to talk to Mom, too.
Sure thing. LISA: Me, too.
I want to talk to her, too.
TAFFY: Okay. When you get her on the phone.
DALE: “Back tuck.”
I think I’m gonna go up to my room.
I got a really big pop quiz tomorrow.
I thought a pop quiz was a surprise.
Oh, that’s illegal now.
Because a kid, uh… (chuckles) he had a heart attack.
And died.
Yeah.
(grunts) Oh, whoa.
Lisa.
What is up with your nails?
I, um…
WiteOut?
Is that a rad new trend or something?
Yeah. (laughs)
All the kids are doing it, you know? Hmm?
REPORTER (over TV): The suspect’s in custody, but they’re not releasing any information until they complete their investigation.
DOLL: Mama. (Lisa laughs)
That’s Starlight Rosebud Hella Good Girl
Gonna Need a Big Bank.
But I just call her Niblets Corn.
(chuckles) I don’t play with dolls anymore.
DOLL: Mama. (sputters)
(Lisa sighs)
Oh. Sixth grade.
(sighs) I was in band for a month.
Then I got, like, a weird… mouth fungus.
It hurt.
Don’t touch it.
Um, that’s like a… it’s like a…
(sighs) back massager.
TAFFY: Lisa? (gasps)
Lis?
Lis? I just called my mom’s hotel, and they’re saying that she never checked in.
(thumping)
DOLL: Mama.
Anyway, there’s no one there by her name.
I tried using her new last name, her old last name, her old–old last name, then I called 411 and tried calling the other Radisson in Milwaukee.
I called all the Radissons in Milwaukee.
You did a lot of calling.
Yeah. Well…
I’m sure there’s some explanation.
What if she’s been kidnapped?
What if… the kidnappers drugged her?
And then forced her to call home and say she was okay?
Just as they would do in every Unsolved Mystery episode.
No, Taffy! Taffy, Taffy, no, no, no!
It’s okay.
Let’s not jump to conclusions.
Lisa, you know I’m usually pretty cool about things, right?
Yeah. I’m a loose goose.
I’m Laffy Taffy. Mmhmm.
But I have a bad feeling about this.
I’m an I.P., intuitive person.
Mmhmm. Just like my mom.
No.
I know when something’s wrong.
Janet… will be home tomorrow.
Everything… will be fine.
Lisa, you have no idea how scary this is.
You don’t have to worry about anything because your mom’s already been murdered.
Ah. You have a point there.
I’m sorry. No.
You’re right.
Oh, my God.
I have to go tell Dad.
(sighing)
Shit.
(buzzing) Mm, mm.
Oh, thank you. That’s helping.
CREATURE: Mmhmm.
My Aunt Shelley gave it to me for Christmas.
She said it might improve my personality.
(sighs)
(buzzing stops)
You want me to do you?
(clicks tongue)
Do you, um…
do you feel anything in your body?
(grunts)
(inhales sharply)
Must be kind of uncomfortable sleeping in the closet.
Yes, uh, she left Monday at approximately 4:00 p.m.
Uh, hair…
Um, kind of multicolored?
Brown… No, itit’s more like, you know, like a… like a Labrador when you see it at the park, and the sun just hits it… just right and… you can see its chocolatey brown coat and it has, like, highlights of, like, red.
It’s so beautiful.
Uh, yeah.
So…
Right, brown.
We’re running out of time. They’re gonna find Janet.
I’m feeling… very tense, like, a lot of stress tension.
(buzzing)
Oh.
Her eye color?
She has hazel eyes.
But she wears green contact lenses to enhance them and, um… she has a manicure, French manicure, square.
You know, um… people don’t always put that on their back.
CREATURE: Hmm?
(buzzing stops)
Sometimes they use it… other places.
She has a cross pendant, and she’s wearing
Elizabeth Taylor White Diamonds perfume.
Yeah. Yeah.
She’s a bitch.
(crying) Shh.
We could, like… try it if you want.
CREATURE: Hmm?
(Lisa sighs)
She’s just, uh, an unselfish person.
(crying) But I always say,
“Better safe than sorry.” Right?
Okeydoke.
Yeah. You, too.
(grunts softly)
(hangs up phone)
(electrical crackling)
LISA: Oh, my God!
(Taffy crying)
What if she’s dead?
Oh, for heaven’s sake, Taff.
I once called a psychic hotline, and the lady who answered she was an actual Jamaican told me that my mother and I share a heart.
And I actually feel like something’s wrong.
Well, letletlet’s not assume the worst.
She’s probably off in some bar having a Dirty Banana.
(chuckles softly, sniffles) (chuckles) And you know what song she’s plugging into that jukebox.
(cries): “Kokomo.”
(crying) (chuckling): “Kokomo.”
That’s right.
(Taffy sniffles)
After my mom died, everyone was in such a hurry to go back to normal.
And they kept acting like I had a problem because I couldn’t stop missing her.
Started to feel like I was going crazy.
I thought that was gonna last forever, but it didn’t, you know?
(inhales deeply) And pretty soon, everybody… seemed like they were almost excited to move on and forget about her.
(creature grunts softly)
They kept saying, “Time heals all wounds.”
But that’s a lie.
Time is the wound.
Takes you further and further from that place when you were happy.
Makes those good smells go away.
(makes whooshing sound)
(kisses)
(creature grunts)
People are so afraid of death… ’cause they don’t know when it’s gonna happen to them.
It could be an axe murderer, could be the flu, but they don’t know and they hate that, so…
(sighs deeply)
I’m not afraid of death anymore.
Mmmm.
(slurps)
But I don’t want to die a virgin.
(creature chokes softly, grunts)
Did you?
Oh, come on. You’re not gonna tell me?
CREATURE: Mmmm.
Excuse me.
(clears throat)
I tell you everything.
(sighs) One?
Wow.
Just once?
Hmm.
That’s crazy.
Did you love her?
CREATURE: Mmhmm.
LISA: Mm.
I want that.
I want to do it with someone I truly love.
(both sigh)
Like…
(sighs) Michael Trent.
(creature groans)
Oh, my God. I’m gonna do it.
(gasps) I’m gonna do it.
I mean, we don’t know what’s gonna happen.
We killed two people.
I could get the clink for life or the electric chair.
God. That’s like a tanning bed but for criminals.
Mm. I’m just gonna do it tomorrow.
I’m just gonna offer my body to him.
Taffy says that you have to show guys you love them instead of telling them, and I…
You know, I think it’s a pretty good idea.
What do you think?
(inhales sharply) Mm.
I knew you’d think so.
You’re so supportive.
(glasses clink)
Well…
I love our conversations.
Yeah.
Good night.
(switch clicks)
(“Heaven Knows” by The Flatmates playing)
♪ Uh, listen here, my dear… ♪
That’s my costume from Miss Tristate Teen Halloween.
Okay if I wear it?
Yeah.
Why would I care?
(Lisa sighs)
I’m sorry, Lisa. I don’t mean to be rude.
I just didn’t get much sleep last night.
Any news about your mom?
No.
But that’s a good thing, right?
Yes. Yes.
It means nothing bad happened.
(crying)
(horn honks) (wailing)
Eh…
(horn honking repeatedly)
How about I drive, since you’re not feeling so good?
Okay? Yeah.
♪ A heart that’s full of longing for you ♪
♪ My eyes well up with tears ♪
♪ Isn’t it a shame ♪
♪ That you don’t know my name? ♪
(Taffy sighs, sniffles) (music volume increases)
♪ Or could it be that it’s driving me insane? ♪
Your boobs look great, by the way.
♪ Heaven knows ♪
♪ Heaven knows ♪
♪ Heaven knows ♪
♪ Heaven knows ♪
♪ Heaven knows. ♪
(indistinct police radio chatter)
(whispers): Did something happen?
I don’t know.
(gasps) Taff!
ALL: Aw.
Have you heard anything? Did they find her?
No.
Wh–What’s going on?
A kid might have been murdered.
Doug Moranz?
Wh–Who’s that?
TRICIA: I don’t know. I think he’s a junior?
MISTY: None of us know him.
He’s a “not pictured.”
But I guess he didn’t come home last night.
They’ve got a search party out.
Trevor Miggs told me. His dad’s a detective.
(Taffy crying)
This is just too freaking much.
I have PMS and everything.
Aw. I need to go home and veg.
Lis, I’m–I’m going to cut, okay?
Please have Daddy call the office.
I–I’m sure they’ll be okay with it.
Oh, crap.
Can one of you guys bring Lisa home at the end of the day?
Um… (stammers)
Oh, it’s fine.
I’ll walk, Taff.
(sighing)
You’re sure?
Bye.
Sosnouski?
Present.
Tepper?
Here.
Trent?
Trent? Michael Trent?
SECRETARY (over P.A.): Will Lisa Swallows come to the office, please?
Lisa Swallows to the principal’s office.
Dress code violation.
(clears throat) Slut penalty.
(students gasping, oohing)
GIRL: Ew.
Take a seat, Miss Swallows.
As you may have heard, it’s been a difficult day.
A student is missing.
We were wondering if you know of anything about the disappearance of Doug Moranz.
We know he was a friend of yours.
He was just my lab partner.
Well, this young lady here says that you had plans to meet up with Doug after school yesterday.
Can you tell us what you saw again?
Yeah, um, I have the locker right next to Doug’s, so when I went to get something that I forgot,
I saw her slip a note into his locker.
It said that Lisa wanted Doug to meet her at Papoose after school.
And did he meet you there?
LISA: No.
He stood me up.
OFFICER: Well, that’s funny, ’cause we have multiple witnesses saying they saw a young man with the description of Doug at Papoose Lake.
One witness said he saw a girl with your description.
There’s lots of girls who look like me.
Specifically mentioning someone with a funny walk, thick ankles.
What? (answering machine beeps)
DALE (over phone): Hey, Janet, are you home?
Suki from down the street just came into work and said she saw your car over on Glenview Terrace.
Hey, uh, maybe we can squeeze in a little “Kokomo” before the girls get home. (chuckles)
Wait for me.
(creature grunts softly)
You should check her purse. I bet it’s chockfull of drugs.
Are you… are you kidding me right now?
She’s off her rocker!
She needs help!
You know there’s a rumor that she killed her own mother.
What?! You shut up! So I would check…
Stop it! All right, all right, all right.
(sighs)
MAN: Pull harder. (engine sputters)
What are you, a little fruitcake, huh?
Oh, hell no. What the hell?
Hey!
Hey, you!
I’m not making any more comments.
You can talk to my lawyer.
(babbles mockingly)
Really hope this goth phase ends soon.
What are you doing there? Huh?
This is my neighborhood.
And you don’t need to be here.
So carry your ass on out, or me and you gonna go after it right here.
(hyperventilating)
(grunts, panting)
God…
Goddamn it!
That good-for-nothing, nosy bitch!
(screams)
(panting, shouts)
(classical music playing) (horn honking)
(tires screeching)
(classical music playing in car)
(tires screech)
LISA: Ugh.
What are you doing?
Shit is transpiring, man.
You have to take me to Michael’s.
He cut fourth period.
When he cuts, he either goes to Rocky Rococo’s or he goes home, and his car was not at Rocky Rococo’s.
Why is this Club bloody?
Did you beat someone with The Club?
It’s not that kind of club, man.
It’s an antitheft device.
(takes deep breath)
Turn right on Hawthorne.
Right here.
What are you doing?
You don’t think I should do it?
It’s 1989.
People have sex out of wedlock all the time these days.
Plus, I have a contraceptive sponge in my purse.
It’s enormous. (grunts softly)
It’s your fault we’re screwed.
You killed Janet. It wasn’t my idea.
Okay, going after Doug was my idea but only because killing Janet felt really good and I was just an accomplice.
But now you’re out of control.
You’re beating people up, driving around in plain sight.
There’s probably an APB out on this vehicle.
You don’t even know what that is.
You probably drove one of those stupid old-fashioned bicycles with the one big wheel.
You did.
Take me to Michael’s.
(engine starts)
(gearshift clicks)
LISA: It’s not a horse and carriage, for God’s sake.
There it is.
It’s the redbrick colonial.
I’ve driven past here so many times.
(gasps) He’s home.
Okay.
You know… you act like you’re happy for me and you care about me, but you’re not really happy for me.
We’re gonna talk about this after.
Stay in the car.
Don’t let anyone see you.
♪ ♪
(grunts softly)
♪ ♪
GIRL (in bedroom): I’m sorry if this is too much.
I know it’s all so new.
MICHAEL (in bedroom): Things have been moving fast ever since the party, but I want that.
GIRL: Even if we’re from different worlds?
MICHAEL: That’s what makes it magic.
You’re just so cute, sweet, pure.
I’m so dark and screwed up.
(gasps) It’s called polarity.
I’m really sorry, I just…
Oscar Wilde said, “To define is to limit.”
Are you the crimper police?
Are you from Conair PD?
♪ ♪
(screams)
Oh, my God, Lisa! Holy…
“Sisters share,” huh?!
You have everything!
You couldn’t let me have this one thing?
You knew I liked him, and you went after him on purpose.
Not on purpose. I swear, I would never do that to you.
It’s just… guys usually only want me for one thing.
Yeah, and you just gave it out like a cheese cube from Hickory Farms.
He made me feel like I was more than just a stupid cheerleader.
Yeah, y–you can’t blame her, kiddo.
It just was never gonna work out between us.
I–I don’t have feelings for you like that.
I’m sorry.
LISA: Why?
Because I’m not sweet and simple like her?
Not enough polarity for you, Werner Heisenberg?
You like cool movies and music and stuff,
but only for you.
You want to be the smart one who likes cool stuff, and you don’t want your girlfriend to like cool stuff.
Do you know how uncool that is?!
Uh, you’re not making any sense.
Oh, my gosh. Who…
TAFFY: WhatWhat’s going on?
MICHAEL: Dude.
♪ Like a stream running free, traveling ♪
♪ On the wings of love ♪ Whoa.
♪ On the wings of love ♪
♪ Up and above the clouds ♪
♪ The only way to fly ♪
♪ Is on the wings of love ♪
♪ On the wings of love ♪
♪ Only the two of us ♪
♪ Together flying high ♪
♪ Together flying high ♪
♪ On the wings of love ♪
♪ Up and above the clouds ♪
♪ The only way to fly ♪
♪ Is on the wings of love… ♪
No! Stop it! God, don’t hurt her!
(screaming)
What is wrong with you?
♪ Together flying high ♪
♪ Flying high upon ♪
♪ The wings of love. ♪
(screaming continues) Okay, okay.
It’s okay. One step. (car engine starts)
Right foot, left foot. Hold my hand. Hold my hand.
(Taffy gasping, whimpering)
I know where he’s going.
No! Stay.
Good, good, good.
Hands inside. (screams hysterically)
Okay. Okay.
(screaming continues)
It’s okay.
(Taffy whimpering)
There he is.
(tires screech)
Hey.
No, I wanted… (breathing shakily)
Thank you for being nice to me when no one else was.
I did notice.
It’s just that your mom was so heinous that I–I’d already decided that you were, too.
You’re the type of person who usually bullies me or looks right through me.
But you didn’t.
You actually went out of your way to try to tell people I was part of your family.
You really actually wanted me to be your sister.
(frightened whimper)
(“Wave of Mutilation (UK Surf)” by Pixies playing)
You are, you know?
You are my sister.
You’re a great person, Taff.
And I’m sorry…
…I hurt you.
I love you.
♪ Cease to resist ♪
♪ Giving my goodbye ♪
♪ Drive my car ♪
♪ Into the ocean ♪
♪ You think I’m dead ♪
♪ But I sail away ♪
♪ On a wave of mutilation ♪
♪ Wave of mutilation ♪
♪ Wave of mutilation ♪
♪ Wave ♪
♪ Wave ♪
(axe thuds)
(whimpers)
(shudders)
♪ Could find my way ♪
♪ To Mariana ♪
You love me?
You love me?
♪ On a wave of mutilation ♪
♪ Wave of mutilation ♪
♪ Wave of mutilation ♪
♪ Wave… ♪
Listen, we’re running out of time.
Make love to me.
(creature grunts)
What? Why not?
Why not?!
(gasps) Oh.
Oh. Oh.
(creature clears throat)
Why didn’t you tell me?
(creature grunts)
Well…
That’s okay. We can…
I mean, you don’t need one of those to be a man.
It’s actually, like, the least important part, really.
We can do other things, and it’s fine, it’s fine.
(gasps) Oh! Oh.
Michael’s… Oh.
You cut it off for me?
Oh, my God. (chuckles)
Hey, this is an active crime scene.
You guys can’t be here.
Oh, my… Oh! Oh, no.
Oh, no, no. (frightened whimpering)
No! No!
(yelps) (thud)
(Lisa chuckles)
♪ I can’t fight this feeling ♪
♪ Any longer ♪
♪ And yet I’m still afraid to let it flow ♪
♪ What started out ♪
(creature clears throat)
♪ As friendship has grown stronger ♪
♪ I only wish I had the strength to let it show ♪
♪ I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever ♪
♪ I said there is no reason ♪
♪ For my fear ♪
(Lisa giggling)
♪ ‘Cause I feel so secure ♪
♪ When we’re together ♪
♪ You give my life direction ♪
♪ You make everything so clear ♪
♪ And even as I wander ♪
♪ I’m keeping you in sight ♪
♪ You’re a candle in the window ♪
♪ On a cold, dark winter’s night ♪
♪ And I’m getting closer than I ever thought ♪
♪ I might ♪
♪ And I can’t fight this feeling ♪
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for ♪
♪ It’s time to bring the ship into the shore ♪
♪ And throw away the oars forever ♪
♪ And I can’t fight this feeling ♪
♪ Anymore ♪
♪ I’ve forgotten what I started ♪
♪ Fighting for ♪
♪ It’s time to bring this ship into the shore ♪
♪ Throw away the oars forever ♪
♪ I can’t fight this feeling anymore ♪
♪ I’ve forgotten what I started ♪
♪ Fighting for ♪
♪ And if I have to crawl upon the floor ♪
♪ Come crashing through your door ♪
♪ Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore… ♪
There’s no other way.
No.
Don’t cry.
(creature sniffles)
♪ Ooh… ♪
(Lisa chuckles)
I don’t know how I was ever afraid of you.
♪ My life has been such a whirlwind ♪
♪ Since I saw you ♪ (sirens approaching)
Quick.
♪ I’ve been running round in circles in my mind ♪
♪ And it always seems that I’m following ♪
♪ You, girl ♪
♪ ‘Cause you take me to the places ♪
♪ That alone I’d never find ♪
(sniffling) (sobs)
♪ ‘Cause I can’t fight this, oh ♪
♪ I’ve forgotten what I started ♪
♪ Fighting for ♪
♪ And if I have to crawl upon the floor ♪
♪ Come crashing through your door ♪
♪ Baby, I can’t fight this ♪
Make sure you set it to “max bronze.”
♪ Feeling anymore. ♪
♪ ♪
(whirring)
(electrical crackling)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(indistinct radio chatter)
WOMAN: I knew there was something very odd about her.
There was just no sweetness.
You know? I can’t believe it.
What do you think happened?
Is everybody out? I hope so.
Bitchin’.
(sirens wailing) (fire truck horn blasting)
TAFFY: Who left all those flowers?
Does, like, a groundskeeper do that?
No, not that I know of.
Maybe a friend.
Unfortunately, it’s probably some sicko.
A lot of people fascinated with our family.
What is it?
Nothing.
We came.
Hello, Lisa.
Okay, let’s go visit your mom.
Yeah.
And then…
Fuddruckers.
(Dale chuckles)
“O Mary dear, that you were here
“With your brown eyes bright and clear.
“And your sweet voice, like a bird
“Singing love to its lone mate
“In the ivory bower disconsolate;
“Voice the sweetest ever heard!
“And your brow more…
“Than the… sky
“Of this azure Italy.
“Mary dear, come to me soon,
“I am not well whilst thou art far;
“As sunset to the sphered moon,
“As twilight to the western star,
“Thou, beloved, art to me.
“O Mary dear, that you were here;
The Castle echo whispers ‘Here!'”
(“I’ll Call You Mine” by The Zombies playing)
♪ Though you and I would dance and laugh and play ♪
♪ Walk in the light of day ♪
♪ And talk the night away ♪
♪ Could you see, baby, you understood then ♪
♪ That I loved you, how I loved you ♪
♪ I couldn’t chance to break the spell we had ♪
♪ The happy times we had ♪
♪ And yet the times were sad ♪
♪ Just for me, baby, you understood then ♪
♪ I was afraid to try to call you mine ♪
♪ But now you’ve come to me ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine ♪
♪ You’ve brought your love to me ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine ♪
♪ You’ll never look away ♪
♪ Or ever hear me say ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine ♪
♪ But now you’ve come to me ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine ♪
♪ You’ve brought your love to me ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine ♪
♪ You’ll never look away ♪
♪ Or ever hear me say ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine ♪
♪ I couldn’t chance to break the spell we had ♪
♪ The happy times we had ♪
♪ And yet the times were sad ♪
♪ Just for me, baby, you understood then ♪
♪ I was afraid to try to call you mine ♪
♪ But now you’ve come to me ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine ♪
♪ You’ve brought your love to me ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine ♪
♪ You’ll never look away ♪
♪ Or ever hear me say ♪
♪ I’ll call you mine. ♪
(song ends)
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
(music fades)
