Back in The Cellar of Wherever, Frosty is obsessively circling her mouth with lipstick in high camp style, just like Diana Ross in that Billie Holiday biopic, and she's crying and snuffling and her mascara is running, and she's all like, "Help me, Mary Kay, you're my only hope!" She hands the lipstick to Sam to use. "What are you doing?" asks Sam. "You don't have any choice," sobs Frosty. "He wants us to put on makeup...we have to do what he wants!" Sam says, "What if he 'wants' to make dresses out of our skin like that guy in Silence of the Lambs," and, oh, great example Sam, thanks for bringing that up. "Are you going to do what he says, then? Forget it." Frosty crawls over to a corner of the room and points out a message scratched on the wall: "DON'T DISOBEY HIM -- MOLLY." "Molly's not here anymore, Sam!" says Frosty. Frosty says that she wants to stay alive, and if it takes putting on makeup to please some pervert, that's what she's going to do. Yeah, Sam, get with the compulsory heterosexuality in our patriarchal society already, jeez. Frosty hands the lipstick to Sam again. Sam reluctantly puts the lipstick to her lips, because it's so not her color either, and puts some on.
As Mike and Rudy leave Loser's house, Mike is spouting his big theory that Loser was dumped by his girlfriend and is kidnapping high-school girls to replace her in some demented way. Rudy says they need evidence. Mike's stolen a trophy from Loser's house that they can dust for fingerprints. Rudy's thrilled. Rudy's never heard of "evidence inadmissible in a court of law." Or maybe Rudy saw Cape Fear, and he harbors secret rough trade fantasies about Loser getting out of prison and coming to kick his ass.
Back in the cellar, Sam smashes a chair and uses one of the legs to try to pry off the boards that have been nailed to the window. "Stop being Turbo Girl," says Frosty, and gets all boo hoo about how she doesn't want to die. "Then stop being a jaded teenager and get off your ass and help me," mutters Sam. Sam's got the right idea! Teen Apathy In The Face of Grisly Death by a Serial Killer: Don't Do It. Just then they hear footsteps. The Hooded Predator's gloved hand reaches in through a slot cut into the door and drops in a cabinet key. Frosty and Sam realize it's the key to a wardrobe that's in the cellar with them, and they open one of the doors. The wardrobe is full of formal dresses. "He must want us to put them on," says Frosty. Oh my God, no, he's going to make them be bridesmaids! The dresses are going to be ugly and they're going to have to pay for them with their own money and then they'll never get to wear them for any other occasion! Frosty opens the other side of the wardrobe, and out falls a dead blonde girl in a strapless white dress and elbow gloves, which totally make her arms look, like, so fat, and Frosty and Sam scream and scream and scream.