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I see what you're saying, Gibb...
Nice.
Kia!
You're the one that killed Trey!
Oh, Trey. You answered my prayers.
I had to search the bowels of hell...
You're the one that told the cops...
But we'll take it from here, all right?
Sorry, Will. You know the rules.
What were you thinking about...
Really. Now get out of here.
Someone get help, please!
Freddy's coming back.
I know somebody that lives in that house.
It's like he's drowning or something.
Let's go shake our ass on the dance floor.
So go grab the fucking UNO deck and we'll play, OK?
Keep it contained, you hear me?
-Kia! -Oh, come on, Lori.
I--I just moved here about a month ago...
but I think Mark was right.
Look!
Mmm.
I'm not gonna do it.
Maybe there's some down here.
What do you want?
Look at us, Will.
Sir, shouldn't we have the F.B.I. come in and--
Killed Trey, killed his dad, and then took his own life?
No, I can't leave.
So, Lori...
I don't have the lung power.
Just go get help, OK?
Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I should go.
Hi, Lori. Didn't think I'd see you here.
Lori, wake up!
Shit, shit! This is bullshit!
Hypnocil. What does this shit do, anyway?
Come on. You can massage it out for me.
OK? You know that's all just in your head.
I know.
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They wanted to forget Freddy so they wouldn't fear him.
I mean, what if Freddy brought Jason back...
dark brown hat, and...
It's gotta be him, right?
Yeah!
We don't say his name out loud.
Warn your friends. Warn everyone.
Yes. Of course she did.
Let it go. They've covered him up, Will.
Come to Freddy.
I'm gonna get him for you, Trey.
Being dead wasn't a problem.
-Linderman-- -I'm fine, Kia.
Fuck.
Oh, you fuckin' asshole!
Oh, that's right!
Oh, scary.
Why not?
What? You don't think--
Look, we all know who the real virgin is here.
Apparently, it was grief over Trey.
This baby's my brother's pride and joy, so be careful.
You know about feng shui?
Why didn't you tell me about Westin Hills?
We already know who did this.
not even approved yet by the F.D.A.
And never keep your keys in the door.
Come on, come on! OK, let's go!
Oh, God.
Let's just keep it together.
Babe, you know I don't like to be touched after, OK?