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: People don't leave their dogs out alone anymore. Ginger
: Then you'll just have to distract her while I nab the pooch and make with the gore. Brigitte
: I can't distract her. Ginger
: The fuck, Bee. This is your idea. If you don't like your ideas, stop having them.
: Pervert, she's fifteen! Brigitte
: Ginger, wait outside for me! Ginger
: Fine. But if he rapes you, don't come crying. I'll be home.
: She's just freaking. Sam
: Umm, I don't think of you that way.
[Brigitte looks at Sam, sighs and rolls her eyes
: I didn't betray you. Ginger
: You locked me up!
: Are you *sure* it's just cramps? Ginger
: Just so you know... the words "just" and "cramps", they don't go together.
[Snatches the box of tampons away
: Ginger, a word? Ginger
: Is it 'sorry'?
[after Brigitte cuts her palm
: You wrecked everything for me that isn't about you.
[Brigitte cuts Ginger's palm, exchanges blood with her
: No. Shit. Brigitte
: Now I am you. Ginger
: I know you are. But what am I?
[while burying girl under the shed
: Think she's pretty? Brigitte
: If I wasn't here, would you eat her?
: You swore we'd go together, one way or another. Brigitte
: When we were eight.
: I was just wondering what you hit. Sam
] Well, officer, looked like a lycanthrope to me, sir. Brigitte
: I know what a lycanthrope is. Sam
: Sure you do. Brigitte
: Think you see werewolves a lot?
: Out by sixteen or dead on the scene, but together forever.
[Growing impatient waiting for Brigitte to hold her hand
: C'mon! Together forever. Brigitte
: United against life as we know it.
: I'm not dying in this room with you!
[after killing the janitor
: You like it. Ginger
: It feels so... good, Brigitte. It's like touching yourself. You know every move... right on the fucking dot. And after, you see fucking fireworks. Supernovas. I'm a goddamn force of nature. I feel like I could do just about anything.
: Understand, you may kill her trying to save her. Brigitte
: What? Sam
: It's for Ginger, isn't it? Look, worst-case scenario, you put her out of her misery. Just as long as you're prepared for that, and I mean, sure. Try to come to that.
: I just got a few questions for her, like uh, I'm growing a goddamn TAIL outta my ass, and I thought she might have a few tips on how to deal with keeping that quiet! Brigitte
: Hurting me won't help. Jason
: See? I'm up to some whack shit right now. I'm way out on the corner of Fucked-Up and Evil. You wanna know what I did for fun last night, huh? I killed my own freakin' dog, OK? Now what am I supposed to do about that, huh?
: Baxter's fertilizer, and everyone's standing there just... staring. Why don't they just catch that thing? How hard could it be in a place full of dead ends?
: [brings cake in
] Ginger's very favorite. Congratulations sweetie. You know you can ask me anything. Ginger
: [points at Brigitte
] You're so dead. Brigitte
: I didn't. Pamela Fitzgerald
: Our little girl's a young woman now.
: I'd never tell her anything. Ginger
: Unless you wanted to piss me off!
: [Sam whistles to Brigitte on the field
] Hi! Sam
[Brigitte and Ginger look at him as Trina looks shocked
: Brigitte, come here! Ginger
: The fuck, B? You got a boyfriend or something? Brigitte
: No, we just... Ginger
: Oh. Brigitte
: I'll be right back. Trina Sinclair
: [Turning away
] Oh my god. Sam
: [Brigitte walks over to him
] Hey, what's up? Look, if silver's shot, I've been reading and I got another idea. Brigitte
: Are you on drugs, like right now? I'm in class here. Sam
] Yeah, excuse me for giving a shit.
[He walks back to his van
: I'll come see you later, ok? Sam
: [Glances back
: I said I'd die for you! Brigitte
: No. You said you'd die with me. Cause you had nothing better to do.
: [Ginger has spent a while in the toilet
] Ging, what's going on? Something's wrong with you. More than you being just... female. Could you just say something please?
[Brigitte walks into the toilet, and where Ginger has been slashed on her chest, there is hair
: Whoa. Ginger
: Whoa? That's it? 'Whoa'? I can't have a hairy chest, B. That's fucked! Brigitte
: No way. Ginger
: The fuck? What the fuck?
[Ginger hits the wall
: This isn't... Ginger
: What? Brigitte
: No, like... Ginger
: What? Brigitte
: Bitten? On a full moon. Now you're hairy?
[Ginger chuckles to herself
: I know, but think about it. Ginger
: Well thank you for taking my total fucking nightmare so seriously!
: You always blow off anything that you don't get. Ginger
: Yeah, when it's bullshit!
: Oh my God, you killed Norman. Ginger
: He barked and he barked and he just kept fucking barking!
: See, I flattened an animal. Furry, all-fours, could be anything. But here I am thinking "lycanthrope". That's crazy, huh? Book me in to the rubber motel, I'm officially all fucked up, right? Brigitte
: What if you're not? Sam
: Well, that would explain the human circumcised dick... and why you were running for your life from it.
: Y'know, maybe you're right. Maybe I _do_ see a monster. Yeah... It's got these little green eyes... Brigitte
: Oh yeah, like I really wish I were hemorrhaging, hairy, and sucking off Jason McCarty.
: Shut up, Norman.
: Just say you won't go average on me. Ginger
: Just 'cause some gonad gets his zipper going? I'd rather be dead.
: You gave it to Jason. You had unprotected sex and you infected him. Ginger
: [as she attacks Trina from the side
] Back for more? Brigitte
: What are you doing? Ginger
: I don't know, B. What _am_ I doing? Call Sam. Ask the Pro. Brigitte
: What? Ginger
: You play with your new friends and I'll play with mine
[drags Trina off into the house
: If you give up now you leave me alone, I would never do that to you! Ginger
: I'm sorry. I'm scared...
: [waiting in his van, spots Brigitte
: Why hello, hello, hello.
[gets out of van and follows Brigitte from behind
: Hey kid, got a smoke? Brigitte
: [turns around quickly
] No. Sam
: [pulls cigarette from behind his ear
] Got a light then? Brigitte
: [stops and pulls a lighter from her bag
: Well, thanks. I've just spent a week of my life looking for you, if you could just give me a sec.
: Okay, we both saw it; what the fuck was it? Brigitte
: It's what you hit. Sam
: I know.
[blows puff of smoke
: But what the fuck was it?
: I don't want any drugs. Sam
: Then am-scray.
: [on suicide note
] Long is the way that out of hell leads up to the light.
[Camera rolls by a fence until it comes by Ginger seemingly impaled by the fence, blood everywhere
: [holding camera
] Too much blood. And I can see your gonch! Ginger
: [sticking up middle finger
] Just do it!
[On the field hockey grounds, where Brigitte and Ginger are quietly smoking a cigarette, Ginger proposes a spiteful mental game in which they evidently try to top each others' insults about a person and how he or she might die:
: Search and Destroy. Go!
[Brigitte glances at the girls who are taking a break in the soccer game to joke and laugh. Trina is a pretty, lively, and popular girl
: Okay. How about Trina Sinclair? Ginger
: Excellent selection. Continue. Brigitte
: Trina Sinclair. D.O.A. at the hair dye aisle. Perished while seeking matching barrettes on nothing but diet pills and laxatives. Ginger
: Likes her shorts stuck up her ass, correct? Brigitte
: Favorite homework excuse: My nail glitter ate it.
[a friend of Trina overhears them trashing her, and goes to report to Trina
: Basic pleasure model? Brigitte
: Your standard cum-bucketty date-bait. Ginger
: [Superior but impressed
] Good one. Brigitte
: [glancing around again, notices that Trina is looking furiously at them. To Ginger:
: High school: just a mindless little breeders' machine.
: [lying in Ginger's lap
] Ginger, I'm cold. Ginger
: I'm not.
: [after Hunter whistles at them
] Did he just whistle at us? Brigitte
: I'm sure he meant the dog.
: The day of reckoning - the day the curse grew stronger in the Red and the Black. Sisters united in blood, together forever.
: I was wrong to leave you, Brigitte. Brigitte
: But you came back.
: Our parents drowned? Ginger
: Yes, but they didn't feel any pain. It was quite peaceful.
: I didn't see my death. I saw Ginger's.
: Geoffrey bit her, didn't he? She's turning. Brigitte
: Yes. Wallace Rowlands
: Then it's too late. Brigitte
: Is it too late for your son? I'll tell them about Geoffrey, I swear it. They kill my sister, they kill your son.
: Good Christian women need fear nothing. Ginger
: We're not afraid. Reverend Gilbert
: Oh yes you are. Two months, this Fort has been in the devil's grip, and you two little girls walk right through our door. Brigitte
: [hears wolf howling
] What is that? Reverend Gilbert
: Demons. The Devil's wickedness.
[he walks menacingly towards them
] Reverend Gilbert
: This place is to be drowned, like a newborn deformity. To be cut out, like a bleeding cancer. To be cast into hell like a stinking whore!
[they run away from him and hide in their rooms, locking the door behind them
] Reverend Gilbert
: Don't forget to say your prayers, ladies.
: I'm not alone, I'm counting!
: Where are we going to go? Ginger
: Same place we always go. Away.
: Is a dead boy's room the only one they've got? Ginger
: It's better than sleeping out in the woods with a tree root for a pillow. Brigitte
: We've slept there before. Ginger
: Together forever? Brigitte
: Together forever.
: The Indians say the curse began in the time of the Ancients and was passed down through the blood of generations. There are legends of the Wendigo and the coming of the Red and the Black. Legends of the Day of Reckoning, when Death would consume the land, and good would face evil; of the day the curse would be broken forever - or grow stronger, and live on to plague generations to come. But ours was a story of survival; of two sisters bound by blood. A bond that would not be broken. That was our promise above all: above men, above God, above Fate. It was in our blood: together forever.
[as the film opens, Brigitte and Ginger are riding on horseback through a frozen wasteland
: I'm so cold. Ginger
: Me too. Brigitte
: Ginger, I think we've lost our way. Ginger
: We haven't lost anything, Brigitte. It's lost us.
: And what if I don't? What if I don't kill her? The Hunter
: She dies by your hands, or you die by hers. And the land suffers forever, as foretold. Brigitte
: I just want my sister back! The Hunter
: [the Hunter stops leading and turns back to face her, angry, to talk about the dreams they had under the influence of a tincture mixed by The Elder
] You saw this knife! I know you saw it! Brigitte
] I killed Ginger with it. The Hunter
: This is the only way. You have no choice. It is your path. Do not fear death.
[He turns and leads the way again
] The Hunter
: We'll go to the fort and wait for her. She will come for you there.
[the priest comes in to lecture Brigitte, who has her hands tied behind her back, and who will not look at him, at first
] Reverend Gilbert
: In this mortal life, it is not just our physical bodies which hang in the balance. It is an eternity of peace. And it is this forgiveness which I offer you. Take it, child, for the lost soul of your sister, take it. Brigitte
: [whispering tremulously, then rising triumphantly
] I have seen things, in dreams and in waking, about the way things will be for her and I. And in these dreams, Reverend, you are screaming for your life, you prick!
: We can't fight what's in us, B. Brigitte
: I'm not like you, Ginger... I'm stronger. Ginger
] Oh really? That's not how I remember you the first fifteen years of your life. Brigitte
: It's how I remember the last fifteen minutes of yours.
: I'm onto you.
[Brigitte looks up at him before going back to her book - he takes one off the shelf and pretends to read it
: You come in here late at night, you stay until all the other avid readers are gone. You're attracted to me but you fear rejection. So you bide your time just kind of waiting for that perfect moment.
[slams book shut
: Don't worry, I've been dealing with this all my life... I'm kidding. Brigitte
: [half smiles, gets to feet, and gets her book together. Walks past him
] Your fly's open.
: Brigitte, you have a room of people pretty curious about Brigitte. Beth-Ann
: And incidently, a room full of people who think you really suck at suicide.
[Brigitte glances at the cuts on her left arm and then pulls up her sleeve
] Dr. Brookner
: What's your best-case scenario, hmm? Go there. Brigitte
: My best-case scenario, Eleanor, is hair everywhere but my eyeballs, elongation of my spine until my skin splits, teats, and a growing tolerance, maybe even affection for, the smell and taste of feces - not just my own - and then, excruciating death.
[throws penny at Ghost's head and laughs, everyone else joins in
: This is getting so boring. Beth-Ann
: It's an ancient game, the throwing of pennies at the local moron or midget! Brigitte
: I can't see the TV
[laughing and throwing continues
: I said I can't see the TV!
[grabs Beth-Ann and slams her into a wall
: Would you like me to throw YOU at her head?
: Do you turn at the full moon? Brigitte
: You watch too many horror movies. Ghost
: I'm not allowed to watch horror movies, or technically, to read comics. Or eat gluten - I'm too impressionable. Brigitte
: Why does that not surprise me? Ghost
: Well, not the gluten thing - that's just digestive.
: [looking at elongated ear in mirror, moves back to show Ginger sitting on a chair
] Ginger? Ginger
: We really need to talk. These last few days, I've been feeling very left out, watching you hang out with all your cool, new friends. Brigitte
: It's starting. Ginger
: So it is. Well, you have two options then, don't you? Either give in, or give up.
[Disappears, but voice remains
: It only dies if you do. Brigitte
: I'm not gonna die.
: You're starting to understand, aren't you? How it all starts with wanting? What were you thinking when he was in that stall with you? Because even I - really - was shocked. Brigitte
: I... Ginger
: [Mimicking Brigitte
] I wanted the monkshood. Brigitte
: I just... Ginger
] I just -
: I mean, what did you want when he was pushing up against you? You're starting to figure it out, aren't you? How it all starts innocently enough, today you wanna to fuck him - tomorrow you just wanna bite a hole in his sternum.
: So was that the one that bit you? Brigitte
: I wasn't bit, my sister was. And no, it wasn't the same one. Ghost
: Well - Well, where did it come from? The infinite darkness? Brigitte
: I don't think so, Ghost... more like the suburbs. Ghost
: If you weren't bit, then... Brigitte
: I infected myself with her blood. I thought I could make her stop if I was like her. Ghost
: I always wanted a sister. Where is she now? Brigitte
: She isn't, I stopped her. Ghost
: You killed your own sister? Brigitte
: There wasn't much of Ginger left in what I killed. Ghost
: So - So what'd you use? A silver bullet? Brigitte
: A knife. They're not superheroes, Ghost.
: I got chips. Alice says chips don't fall in to one of the four food groups. One of her many lies. You still eat chips, right? Brigitte
: It's happening too fast. I need the monkshood.
[Ghost holds up a vial of monkshood
: Where's the needle? Ghost
: ...Oh crap.
: It's gonna find, you isn't it? You know the fact that it didn't kill you tonight... that means something. Maybe he's like you, and it's not in his nature to kill, and he secretly wants... Brigitte
: Ghost, he wants to mate with me. Ghost
: Oh... Brigitte
: Don't try too hard to visualize that.
: My sister and I shared a room. Ghost
: A sleepover every night. Brigitte
: Kind of. Ghost
: Do you miss her? Brigitte
: All the time.
: [referring to the gas igniting
] How long will it take? Ghost
: Barbara took about twenty-seven minutes...
: [speaking to Brigitte over the phone
] You still there?
: Sort of.
: Do you ever see things when you're stoned?
[walks behind a screen
: Cos I just saw the freakiest thing, like an animal or something!
[she stumbles as she is stoned
: BETH ANN!
[Beth-Ann is mauled by the werewolf. Brigitte can see her through the clear screen