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Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas from your friends and family

at the Clark Sanitarium.

Merry Christmas.

Happy holidays.

Leave me alone!

Merry Christmas.

Happy holidays.

Happy birthday.

Behold. Wise men from the east came to Jerusalem,

saying, "Where..."

How'd you get in here?

The door was open.

I was looking for the children's ward, and I got lost.

This ain't no place for Santa Claus.

Not at Christmas.

Lenz?

Billy Lenz?

That's the guy that killed

his family at Christmas, back when I was a kid.

You know, a lot of people say he's dead.

Poke your head inside.

Check if he's been naughty or nice.

No, that's... it's okay.

I thought so.

You guys keep him locked up with just a padlock?

That lock's just to make him feel at home.

Right, 'cause his mom kept him

locked in the basement his whole life.

The attic.

See, that's the key to Billy Lenz.

He just wants to feel at home,

especially on Christmas.

He's tried to escape every year...

...just to be home on Christmas.

It tastes like chicken.

Because it's chicken.

It's the closest we could get to how

Mom used to taste.

Kyle...

- Mm. - It's late.

I have to go inside.

Mm-mm.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-mm.

They might be waiting for me.

See? That's them calling.

You can be with them any time.

Yeah, but it's not any time, though.

It's Christmas.

I know, but it's our first.

We should be together.

We will.

On Christmas Day.

I can't wait until you see what I got you.

And then, we'll be together all week.

Well, besides when I have to work.

Look, I'm excited, baby, but I got to be

with my sorority sisters, too.

I mean, I've never really had a big family.

I'm your family now.

I love you.

I'll see you later.

Hello.

Billy.

Billy...

Girls, I can't find Billy's present

under the tree here.

Come on, girls, we can't start the Secret Santa

without Billy's present.

Hello? Who drew

Billy's name?

Um, Ms. Mac, it's a Secret Santa.

Can't we just get on with this thing, so I can party

for a few days before having to deal

with the family on Christmas.

Have you looked outside?

It's raining hail the size of Yao's ball sack.

It'll stop.

The party gods won't allow me to be here by myself

- over Christmas break. - Oh, I'll be here, Dana.

Yeah, they're making me work next week.

That sucks-- everyone should be home for Christmas.

All right, all right, who's not here?

Um, like everybody.

Chelsea?

She went home this morning.

- Greer? - No, that was her on the phone.

She and Erin and Taylor

are off on that cozy little ski trip

with the boys from G.A.D. next door.

Didn't I see Clair earlier?

Isn't she upstairs writing a card to her sister?

No, I think her sister picked her up earlier.

Remember, this is the occasion

for Clair and her sister and her mom

to... bury the hatchet and rediscover

each other.

Oh.

I'd like to bury the hatchet with my sister...

...right in her head.

In your dreams, Billy.

In your dreams.

Lauren, we're opening up presents.

Clair, we're opening up presents.

Okay, I realize that you're an only child,

so let me explain.

Christmas is just Darwin.

The weak get eaten.

We're opening up gifts right now!

If you're not downstairs in five minutes, your presents

are mine!

Now show me.

Okay.

We're opening up presents in five minutes!

If you're not downstairs,

then I'm going to take your presents.

Just fuck Christmas.

Fuck it.

Whatever.

Hey, Megan, are you okay?

Yes!

No.

Megan...

Honestly, Santa loves...

All right.

Who's fucking with me?

Clair?

What are you doing?

Hey, Santa, if I sit on your lap,

will you give me what I want for Christmas?

I don't know, you've been good all year.

You sure you want to blow it on the last day, huh?

I'll be good.

I bet you will.

Happy holidays.

Yeah.

Ever seen the backseat of a sleigh?

You know, Santa checks his list twice.

I know you're very, very naughty.

Hello?

Santa, my shift's over.

You know, Santa's not one to keep a girl waiting.

##

Mrs. Mac, why don't you open the present we got you.

Because we have to open Billy's present first.

It's a 15-year Delta Alpha Kappa tradition.

Okay, I...

I drew that name.

But can I say, I'm sorry, I'm just,

I'm really not okay with any of this.

I mean, buying a Christmas present

for a serial killer?

No, you see,

serial killers murder repeatedly for sexual thrill.

Billy Lenz was a spree killer.

Dude just fucking lost it.

Thank you.

Oh, whatever, Melissa, okay?

I'm just offended by a pagan sacrifice

to ward off evil spirits on Christmas.

Heather, we're just having a little bit of fun.

Christmas is more about warding off evil spirits than Halloween.

What Christmas shit

in this room resembles anything Christian, huh?

It's all neo-pagan magic.

Christmas tree--

a magical rite ensuring the return of the crops.

The mistletoe is nothing but a conception charm.

Fifth century Christians

jacked a Roman winter festival--

12 days in December where the nights were long

and the Earth was roamed by the demons of chaos.

And fucking Santa Claus?

This fat voyeur that watches you all year long

to make sure you live up to

his standards of decency before breaking into your house?

And that is different from what Billy did... how?

Billy didn't break in.

Billy lived here.

Billy Edward Lenz was born

with a rare liver disease that gave him yellow skin.

Merry Christmas, Billy.

His parents hated each other.

The mother hated Billy.

He was not the child she always wanted.

When she looked at her son, all she saw

was her husband.

Why you bothering putting with those cookies?

Santa ain't coming to see you.

Russians shot his sleigh down.

Santa Claus... is dead.

Don't listen to her.

Listen, if you go upstairs to your room,

you'll find something for yourself.

Now, go.

Look, I don't give a shit if you're mean to me,

but to your own kid on Christmas?

This is my present to myself.

I don't have to listen to you no more.

You didn't listen to me before.

Who are you?

What the fuck do you want?

He's my family now.

Get out of here!

She's mine now.

This guy?

This guy, this piece of shit, is your boyfriend?

Gonna be my husband.

Hey, what the fuck is that?

I was in Vietnam.

Do you think I'm afraid of a dude holding a fucking hammer?

No!

Alpha Kappa.

Hello?

Hello-hello.

Very funny, Kyle.

I think someone's in trouble.

You want a Christmas cookie?

You're my cookie, and I could gobble you up!

Billy, what have you done?!

What have you done?

Where's Agnes?!

She's my family now.

Hey, shouldn't you get going?

Don't you have lots of toys to deliver

- to good little boys and girls? - Shh.

Get out of my house.

I'm gonna kill you.

- Call the police. - Please.

Police ain't gonna do shit about one wack-job phone call.

Just dial "star 69."

That just calls him back--

unless there's something you need him to clarify.

Caller I.D. says Clair's cell.

You really shouldn't provoke somebody like that.

What would you know about dealing with anyone

other than your NASCAR daddy?

I'm going home.

Yeah, yeah, run to Daddy!

At least my family wants me to come home.

You guys,

come on.

It's, like, Christmastime.

Yeah.

Come on, Heather.

What about your present?

Give it to Billy.

Merry Christmas, Heather.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

You're all like my family now.

Oh.

Thanks, Eve.

That's... that's so sweet.

I know you like the Bible and stuff.

Well, that's the spirit!

Well, come on, everybody.

Let's get this thing rolling.

What have we got here now?

Oh! Melissa.

There you are.

And, uh...

Let's see-- Dana, very nice.

I wonder what this could be.

And let's see...

Aw, "Mrs. Mac."

You shouldn't have.

I'll open it later.

Not again.

Every goddamn time.

My little Agnes.

She's my family now.

All right, let's get this party going.

Um, let's see.

This one's for Megan.

Kelli, is Megan coming down?

All right, we'll save that one for later.

Uh... Oh.

Here's one for Mrs. Mac.

Ooh, it's a big one.

All right, I'll wait.

And here is another one for Melissa.

It's a little one.

Well, you know what they say.

Big things come in small pa...

Well, something like that; I don't know.

It's all right, let's see what else.

Then we'll open the stockings.

Oh, Eve, wait, wait.

Let me find your gift.

Eve...

"To Eve from Santa."

Eve?

Does Eve have someplace to be?

The Island of Misfit Toys.

Her mother was a legacy.

And?

Her mother's dead.

She has no boyfriend,

no family.

I mean, really, where does she have to go?

Who hasn't gotten a gift yet? Uh...

Lauren?

Just give her a shot of tequila,

wish her happy holidays, and she's good to go.

Happy holidays.

All right, look, I know

this is the whole Secret Santa thing,

but I know, um, Clair drew your name.

Oh, yeah? She get me anything good?

Oh, yeah. It's a music box.

It plays "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies."

Oh, fuck, no.

I'm starting to see the sugar plum fairies.

I don't need to hear the little fuckers, too.

Language. Language.

Wireless services report

several microwave relay stations are off-line.

Now, a relay station sends calls out of the area, so that is why

your cell may work on local calls, but not on long distance.

Ooh-hoo-hoo!

Does it come with a man to wear it for?

Whoo!

Here is our real present.

I got it.

Why is Megan calling here?

Hey, where are you?

She's my family now.

Everyone should be home for Christmas.

I'll be home for Christmas.

I'm going to bury the hatchet, in your head.

That was not Megan.

You have reached the main menu

of Clement University campus security.

During the Christmas break...

Is Megan in her room?

I don't know. I was just packing. What...

What's going on?

Oh, my God.

Kyle.

What are you doing in there?

I wanted to spend the night with you.

It's okay.

And I knew that mama-san

and your sisters here would kick me out, so I-I tried to sneak

into your room, but the window wasn't open, so I, uh,

I saw that, I saw that Megan's was,

so I climbed up here to see you.

Is Megan in her room?

I don't know.

You climbed up into her room,

and you don't know if she's in it?

It's dark.

Does he think we're fucking stupid?

You were in Megan's room.

The call came from Megan's cell.

What call?

Can I just say,

I'm sorry,

but that-that fucking voice,

that was not Megan or Kyle.

That was the fucking devil, okay?

And they were not talking to us.

They were talking to Billy.

Billy Lenz, the guy that used to live in this house?

Well, you're definitely getting punked.

Yeah, Billy Lenz is our fucking life.

You know, you spoiled bitches,

you come here for a couple of years and you leave.

I live here.

I stay here.

I used to play on this street

before they turned them into frat houses.

This was the house that scared the shit out of us,

my whole life.

What happened?

You mean after he washed down his...

Christmas cookies with a glass of milk?

##

Merry Christmas, Agnes.

Is that Santa's reindeer?

There's nothing up there.

Do you want a Christmas cookie?

You're my cookie,

and I could gobble you up.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas...

Hey. Merry Christmas.

She's my family now.

Agnes?

Billy!

What have you done?!

Where's Agnes?!

Billy, where's Agnes?

What your mother and I must know is...

Billy!

Where's Agnes?!

What have you done?

Little girl in the corner, she's hurt.

Go check her out.

Billy was declared insane.

They sent him away to Clark Sanitarium.

Paramedics saved his sister, Agnes.

She lost her right eye.

All scarred up, mother murdered, an inbred.

Her father, Billy, who was her brother, Billy--

a fucking psycho.

They sent her to an orphanage.

Like, what chance did she have

that a foster family would ever take her?

No one's seen her since.

Did they ever find out from him

why he killed his family?

Well... it seemed to him

that's how they showed their love.

Clair?

Megan?

Can we help you?

She was supposed to call.

I'm Clair's sister.

Where is she?

I'm kind of worried about Megan.

Who knows what her deal is, okay?

- Can we go to my apartment? - No. She was weird before.

I mean, she was a bitch to me, and that's never happened.

And we've been getting these weird phone calls,

one from her cell,

and her car's still outside, and she's just, what,

gone in the middle of this weather?

- Hey. - Ow.

What, exactly, are you looking for?

Like, a note or something that says she's okay.

All her stuff is here, and her car is outside.

Okay. Call her cell.

You're a legacy?

What year?

'93, '94, I don't know.

I started late, I quit early.

1993's the year I became housemother.

I don't remember you.

I mean, this was supposed to be such a big fucking weekend.

Excuse my language, but I drove

all the way out here in this shitty, shitty weather.

I blew off a weekend

in Vail with a cardiologist...

I love that coat.

Voice mail.

Meg, hi, it's Kel.

Um, look, I was just wondering if you were okay, and, you know,

wanted to know what happened to you and stuff, so...

can you just call me back, please, on my cell?

Okay, bye.

Clair's name is "Crosby."

This says "Colvin."

The divorce will be final in March.

What else do you need?

Look, I can't tell you any secrets

about my sister, because I don't really know her.

I-I-I can't tell you anything about this place,

because I really fuckin' hated it here.

Um...

I see Billy still gets a Christmas present.

Oh, this is new.

It's not, uh...

for Billy, it's for Alpha Kappa from Billy.

That wasn't here before.

Well, let's open it.

##

What if there's something on her computer, like, uh,

an e-mail or something that says where she is?

Hey, you know what? I don't...

I don't feel comfortable. uh, whatever, like,

invading someone's privacy like this.

Try calling the police again.

Who put this under the tree?

She put it there.

She found it.

Are you actually giving me shit

when none of you can tell me where my sister is, huh?

Where's her room?

Well, you know what that is?

The attic window's open.

What, you think she's up there?

You know her better than I do.

I'm her half-sister, 12 years older.

Clair was in, um...

I don't know, second grade when I moved in here, this room.

It's weird how, at this age, 12 years seems like nothing.

In fact, in a weird way, she seems older.

She was the one who wanted to bridge that time,

finally get to know each other while we could.

Can, you know, while we can.

Hey.

Same paper as the present Eve gave me.

That paper's dated December 26, 1991.

Eve lives in Billy's room.

Maybe she's, like, obsessed with him.

I'm gonna go up to her room and see if there's

any of that old newspaper or anything up there.

Look, I'm tellin' you, it's the window, Kelli, okay?

Can we just get up to the attic, and I will close it.

Maybe she changed her mind and just...

...left.

Look, this was before you came here.

Okay? I did not put this on the 'Net.

A guy at my work, he got pissed off at me,

and he stole my tapes.

Tapes, Kyle?

How many are there, you fucking liar?!

I can't even believe that this person is you.

How could you do such a thing?

I saw you so different.

Get out!

Get the fuck out!

Am I gonna show up on there?

Isn't sex enough, Kyle?

You need little visual trophies to get your thrill?

Why don't you shut the fuck up?!

- Hey, hey, hey! - Go, Kyle, now!

I got her, Ms. Mac. It's okay, baby.

I got you.

Kelli, I really like you.

A lot.

I don't blame you for hating me.

But I wasn't dealing.

I wasn't knocking over 7-Elevens.

I didn't hurt anybody.

Yeah, Merry Christmas, asshole.

Fuck all you bitches.

Get out of here now!

Get out of here.

Go. Go!

Kelli...

Um, th-this is Clair's sister.

How fucked up is it that

the only other house on this street has power?

This one doesn't.

You okay?

- Mel? - Yeah?

You're a better sister to me than my own sister.

Yeah, Dick Cheney's a better sister to you

than your sister.

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I know. Ew.

I love you, too, but, honey,

you're really, really smelly.

You need to take a shower. Can you handle it?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Come on.

Oh, shit.

The main breaker's underneath the house.

What? I'm not the totally helpless daddy's girl

these bitches make me out to be.

Okay, then go outside and turn the power on.

Are you high?

I'm not goin' outside. It's freezing.

It'll take two seconds.

You know where the power is.

I'll keep looking for Clair.

Oh, fine.

Ow.

I'm gonna go put a trash can by your bed, okay?

Fuck.

You good, drunky?

Okay. No more drinking.

Okay, trash can's right here, okay?

Merry fuckin' Christmas.

Of course.

It's okay.

Up in Eve's closet, I found this, and these.

Clair?

Fuck you, Santa Claus.

Eve, you crazy bitch.

I can see your breath.

It must be Kyle.

What do I do?

Answer it.

It says Dana's cell.

Help!

Help me. Help me.

She's my family now.

Dana?

Dana, where are you?!

She went around back to the fuse box.

Eve's car.

She never left.

Heather, we have to find Dana first!

Shit.

Dana!

The fuse box is under the house!

Dana!

Kelli!

Oh, my God.

Oh, and I can't open it!

Come on!

What's she doing, sleeping in her car?

It's, like, zero degrees out.

Holy fuck!

He's out here.

What? What?

Damn it!

Shit. Shit.

Come on.

Fuck!

What's going on?

911 is experiencing

heavy caller traffic because of the storm.

Hello?

Hello. Yes, yes.

A girl is... is dead.

Outside.

Yes!

Yes, I know her.

Her name is Eve Agnew.

And we're positive that she's been murdered.

He's home.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, Ms. Mac.

Billy is dead.

And three other girls are...

Are missing. Missing.

Are missing.

566 Oakdale.

We're the second house on the...

Right.

Alpha Kappa sorority.

Kelli Presley.

Wait, how long until...

What?!

No, no!

We think he's still outside!

Would you wait around that long

after what I just told you?

Get your purse!

Please, isn't there

anything that you...

Goddamn it!

The storm.

Pile-ups over 91.

Reservists can't make it out

because the streets are all ice.

Trees have fallen, and they said they can maybe,

maybe be here in two hours.

Well, we're all gonna be out of here in two minutes.

Get your things.

- And what about Dana? - We'll just go over

to the ADG house and get help.

No, they-they've all gone home or-or skiing.

Okay, okay, whose family lives the closest,

just-just call them.

Lauren, her mom lives in Boston.

Even if we could

reach them on their cellphone,

it would take four or five hours before they got here.

Oh, shit, Lauren...

- Let's go. - No.

We stay together.

We lock up the house-- we got the fireplace poker,

a ski pole or some shit, and for the next two hours

not let each other out of our sights.

No. We are driving to the police station.

- In this weather? - Even if they can't

do anything, at least we will all be safe there.

Yeah, and we're not all here!

If we were, then I would go.

That's right.

Unless I see otherwise, I'm believing that Clair is alive.

And when she comes back, it is not gonna be to an empty house.

We are safer sticking together.

All right, then get your coats.

Mel, come on, we're leaving! Let's go!

I'm not leaving Lauren, you bitch!

We're sisters...

so act like it.

We'll get the police here as soon as we can.

Let's go.

Whoa!

We can't see the car.

Maybe from Lauren's room?

Open up, please, Mrs. Mac.

Oh, come on, you piece of shit.

Come on.

They got the car started.

Go, go, go.

All right.

What are you doing?

Here you go.

What is that thing?

Are you kidding?

Privileged bitch.

Frigid Southern princess.

Why aren't they leaving?

Should we go check on them?

Let's go. Stay with your friend.

Kelli?

Kelli!

Kelli?

Come on!

Fucking window!

It's blocked.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, God.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Go!

- Lauren, where's Mel? - Shut up.

- Where is Melissa? - He'll hear you.

Oh, my God... Kyle!

Stop! It's me!

No!

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa!

There are two bodies in the driveway.

- Maybe you did it! - No!

Maybe you did that!

It wasn't... him.

How do you know?

Where's Agnes?

What have you done... Billy?

She's my family now.

He's in the attic...

and I hear someone else.

Hey, hey, no fucking way.

Let's go.

Clair might be alive-- she might be up there.

No, Eve's not, Heather's not, Ms. Mac...

I heard more than one voice on those phone calls.

And I have searched the whole house.

And I've seen under it. Where else could he be?

Until I see that she's dead, she is alive.

This is Billy fucking Lenz we're talking about here, okay?

He's probably listening to us right now.

Yeah, and if I had a sister, I would expect her to go up there.

How would you know? You don't have a sister.

She does.

Now, let's go.

Wait.

If we go up there,

the second we see they're dead,

we run the fuck out of this house.

I open the door, and you hit the light.

Okay?

Okay.

One, two...

Kyle! Kyle!

No... no... no!

No...!

God, no!

Clair!

No!

No! No!

Oh, no! No!

He's my family now.

No! No...!

No! Leigh!

No! No!

Everyone should be home for Christmas.

Holy...

You're my family now.

No!

Come on!

No!

No!

No! No!

Fuck!

They're not your family.

Agnes.

I'm not your family.

And your brother's not here.

No, my daddy's here.

No!

Leigh!

Leigh!

Leigh!

Help me. Help!

Help me! Please!

I'm in the wall, please!

Leigh!

I'm in the wall!

Help! Help! Help!

Kelli?!

Help! Help!

I'm below you!

Below you!

Help! Help! I'm down here!

Help me!

Help me!

Help! Help! Help me, please!

Kelli!

Help me. Billy's in the fucking wall.

Leigh!

Oh! Help me!

Leigh!

Please, please!

Please!

Help! Help!

Kelli!

Dr. Forest, dial 118, please.

Dr. Forest, please dial 118...

All right, good to go.

Still more questions than answers tonight

at Clement University Hospital,

on what should have been a typically quiet Christmas Eve.

Earlier, escaped notorious murderer Billy Lenz,

along with his sister Agnes--

unaccounted for since her recent release from Woodville--

together went on a murderous rampage...

No, I'm the only one here.

What about the M.E.?

M.E. barely made it in.

Are you gonna be home soon?

No, I won't be home till after noon.

Well, 'cause he wants us to identify all the bodies,

and we've only done two.

Remember when we talked about this last night?

Uh-huh.

- Don't you? - Yes.

You know what day it is?

Of course I know what day it is; the kids'll have to wait.

It's Christmas, jerk.

Fuck!

Bitch.

Think I want to be doing this on Christmas?

I'm doing my frickin' job.

Mmm.

Ooh, yes, sir.

What the fuck?

Holy shit.

No, no!

How long could they have been in the house for?

Months? Years?

We're not gonna know that now.

We're never gonna know.

I'm not gonna be able to open this in front of...

my sister, so...

Baby...

Doctor wants some more X-rays, and the technician's

about to go home and won't be in tomorrow.

Kelli?

Kelli?

I thought they took you to get your X-rays.

You okay?

No!

Forever!

Wait, wait, wait. Where's Leigh?

I don't know. Restroom, maybe?

They were supposed to have someone fix this.

Leigh?

Open the door!

Please, somebody, help! Open the door.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God.

Come on!

No!

Oh, fuck.

Merry Christmas, motherfucker!