Hollywood runs a small movie house in the Russian Hill section of San Francisco.
Her business partner, Jose Sam's helping her close up. Jose, we may
make it after all, Holly, we turned a prophet finally. I'm so
excited. But oh, I know, Holly, I know the fucking Easter
Bunny is killing people and is on the loose. Oh I still can't believe
it myself, and it might scare people from going out. We finally get
butts and seats, then this shit happens. You know, I thought that
Easter Bunny was supposed to be cute and cuddly. Well apparently those days are
over. He's bitter and angry like my ex, along with being so murderous.
Right, yeah, look, you know I'll go to check the back
door. You'll never get away with this. I'm shamous the lepre con.
I've been in tighter spots than this. I do have to give you props
for a good tie up job, though. I thought I'd be able to
get out of these ropes by now. But I'll find a way, and
when I do, you'll be sorry. Holly is done closing up the front.
When look to the stage, what do you mean, look to the
stage and who the hell is this? The message says, I know,
okay, I'll look to the stage. She looks. Then suddenly a light
comes on and she doesn't understand what she's seen. Jose, is that you?
Holly? Help me? Help me? Jose, what are you doing?
Din up to a chair? What is going on? Girlfriend helped me.
It's the Easter Bunny. He's here. What the fuck the Easter Bunny
is here? Oh? Girl, gets the fuck over here. Your Holly
starts to move. Then Holly, oh my, I've been stabbed. She
looks down. I've been stabbed with a an Easter bunny. Holly has been
stabbed with a frozen white chocolate Easter bunny. That's ironic, Holly. No,
the Easter Bunny is walking slowly to the stage. Easter Bunny. No,
no, no, no, you don't want to do this. We
don't have anything against you. Holly needs your help. Nope, you didn't
mean to do that. The Easter Bunny suddenly turns right and walks to the
side of the stage and then stops. Have you changed your mind? Did
I get through to you? Wait? Are you under mind? Control?
The Easter Bunny takes off the head of his costume. Wait, you're wearing
a bunny suit. Wait you aren't a bunny, You're a hair. Oh
oh, oh, I know the difference. The hair smiles at him.
Why are you smiling at me? The hair looks up, So Jose,
fellow suit? Why is there a bucket hanging above my head? The hair
then grabs the rope and it's attached to the bucket. Okay, what is
in the bucket? What's in the fucking bucket? He pulls the bucket.
No, nothing happens. The hair is gon used. Oh my god,
hair, don't do it. Nothing that that was a sign. Oh,
for God's sake, tomorrow's Easter. The hair pulls again, and pouring down
onto Jose's head is hot chocolate na