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31.

INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

The house possesses a stained sticky nicotine hue. Dusty and

jaundiced yet caressed by the affectations of a lazy woman’s

touch.

Flynn and Albert DRAG Emma, kicking and screaming, into the

living room.

They throw her down on the ratty couch. She tries to launch

herself over the back. Albert grabs her legs. She scratches

at him. Flynn takes her by the arms...

Suddenly she stops. Assessing them.

Hoag stands in the doorway. Emma looks at him...

EMMA

Where is he?

Beat.

EMMA

You killed him, right? Please tell

me he’s dead.

HOAG

Expand on he.

Emma thrashes some more. Futile.

EMMA

Oh, God...we’ve got to get out of

here.

Amber stands at the door.

AMBER

(to Hoag)

Dad?

HOAG

Get Ethan up on the radio.

Amber stands there tentatively.

HOAG

And now.

EMMA

WE...HAVE...TO...LEAVE!!! NOW!!!

FLYNN

She’s freaking me out man.

32.

Denny enters. He stops dead at the sight of Emma.

DENNY

You weren’t kidding about early

Christmas.

Emma screams at Hoag.

EMMA

WHY WON’T YOU LET ME GO?

Tamara tries to reason.

TAMARA

C’mon sweetie, you gotta put

yourself in our shoes. Just chill

out for a second and tell us why

you were in the back of that car.

Emma stares at Tamara.

TAMARA

C’mon.

EMMA

He had to move. He knew they were

coming, so, he had to move.

TAMARA

Who, baby? Who are you talking

about?

EMMA

Listen to me. He’s going to come

for me. He always does.

HOAG

Why don’t you start by telling us

HIS name.

Through gritted teeth.

EMMA

He doesn’t have a name.

Emma strains to get to Hoag. Hisses...

EMMA

He’s going to come and he’s going

to kill you all.

Amber enters.

33.

AMBER

(to Hoag)

Ethan’s not coming up on the radio.

HOAG

Keep trying.

EMMA

You won’t get him.

FLYNN

What the fuck do you know?

EMMA

He’s already dead.

She turns to Tamara.

EMMA

Just call the police. Please.

Tamara turns to Hoag.

TAMARA

Maybe we should send someone out

there.

Emma lurches forward...

EMMA

Are you people fucking retarded?

Hoag BACKHANDS EMMA. She falls across the couch. A silence

hangs in the room. Hoag turns to Denny.

HOAG

Head up the road. Wake Ethan the

fuck up. Flynn go with him.

FLYNN

I’m not leaving this fine piece of

ass alone with you.

Hoag stares at Flynn. Pinches his eyes.

HOAG

Albert, go with the shithead. Make

sure he doesn’t fuck anything up.

EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY

A DODGE PICK-UP TRUCK barrels down the highway.

34.

INT. DODGE - DAY

Albert is driving. Denny rides shotgun.

DENNY

I’m sick of him disrespecting me.

ALBERT

Hoag doesn’t respect anyone, Denny.

DENNY

Yeah, but I’m practically blood.

ALBERT

Banging his little girl doesn’t buy

you rights. Besides. We’ve all been

there.

(beat)

Aw, fuck me.

Up ahead, PLUMES OF SMOKE choke the sky.

Albert’s not encouraged by the smoke. He punches out a number

on his cell. Waits.

ALBERT

(on cell)

Yeah...Comin’ up on it...Something

don’t smell right.

EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY

As the beaten down gas station enters view we see --

THE WHITE WORK VAN, parked away from the road, is in FLAMES.

The DODGE pulls in. Parks behind the flaming van.

Albert is out of the truck with a small FIRE EXTINGUISHER. He

unloads it into the cab while shouting orders to Denny.

ALBERT

Get a hose. Put this out.

Denny runs off.

ALBERT

Hurry.

DENNY

I’m on it.

35.

ON THE VAN - A BLACKENED CORPSE sizzles in the front seat.

Skin blistering off its face.

Albert taps the extinguisher and tosses it off as Denny comes

running around the corner with a hose. He stops dead when he

sees the body.

DENNY

Oh, shit, is that Ethan?

Denny soaks the van with the hose.

ALBERT

The girl we brought in with him, I

think. Drench this fucking thing.

Albert grabs a shotgun off the Dodge’s gun rack and walks

off...

Denny continues to douse the van.

DENNY

Then where’s Ethan?

NEAR THE OFFICE - Albert is looking down, a mask of revulsion

on his face.

ALBERT

He’s over here.

ON THE GIANT - The handcuffs are still hooked through his

jaw. Throat sliced open and his clothes soaked with blood. If

his face could tell us anything it’s that his final moments

were pretty fucking bad.

ALBERT

(shakes his head)

Wow.

Albert walks back to the smoldering van. Denny backs away,

nods toward the Giant.

DENNY

He....?

ALBERT

Some seriously apocalyptic shit

went down here, man.

He uses his shirt to open the passenger door.

ALBERT

And, yeah, Ethan’s not joining us

for dinner.

36.

REACHES IN and...

ALBERT

Hot as a...

throws the van into neutral...

ALBERT

...motherfucker.

EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION - DAY

Albert, and Denny push the smoldering van behind the

building. It’s not easy doing, but they manage.

The van rolls to a stop. BETTY’S corpse pitches forward with

the sticky smack of roasted fat peeling away from muscle and

bone.

Denny immediately gags and kneels to puke. Albert is annoyed.

ALBERT

Can we try not to be a pussy about

this?

DENNY

(in between gacks)

Are you...fucking...kidding? I’d be

worried...about me...if I

wasn’t...puking.

INT. STORE ROOM - DAY

The door creaks open. Those boxes from the van are stacked

amidst dozens more. Albert steps inside. Denny follows.

Amongst the boxes are artifacts from the gas station gone by.

A rusted out sign. Old pumps. Stacked tires.

ALBERT

You keep hugging my ass the way

you’re doing and I’m gonna have to

beat you down.

DENNY

Honestly, Albert, we should just

get the hell out of here.

37.

ALBERT

Have you thought at all about the

simple fact that he didn’t take the

truck? Why wouldn’t he do that?

Kinda freaks you out, huh?

They walk through the store room. Piles of boxes covered with

old brittle plastic.

DENNY

Maybe he wants us to find him.

ALBERT

I think he does.

Denny approaches an odd looking shape covered in plastic. He

gets closer. EYES STARING BACK AT HIM. Denny stumbles back...

DENNY

Kill him. Fucking kill the

fucker!!!

Albert FIRES point blank and decimates the FIGURE. When the

smoke clears...

REVEAL - An old station MASCOT. A sixties looking guy, his

perma-grin now a sick half smile.

Denny pulls himself up from the floor.

DENNY

Can we just get out of here,

please?

INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Amber enters, carrying some clothes. She holds out the

clothes for Emma.

AMBER

Here. I think these will fit you.

Emma looks up. Struck by an act of humanity.

EMMA

Thank you.

Hoag grabs Amber.

HOAG

What’s gotten into you, girl?

Amber looks up. She takes a passive stand.

38.

AMBER

(to the others)

Maybe, we should let her get

cleaned up a bit.

HOAG

I’m not letting this one out of my

sight. Not until we hear from

Ethan.

A sideways glance from Emma...

EMMA

I already told you. He’s dead.

HOAG

Fuck you. You don’t know that.

Tamara shoots Hoag a look. Then...

TAMARA

Amber...you get her showered.

EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION - DAY

Albert has the Giant’s arms. Denny, his legs.

DENNY

One, two, three lift? Or, on three?

ALBERT

I’m going to knock you the fuck

out, man. One, two, three...

They lift the Giant and maneuver him into the bed of the

Dodge. It’s heavy going, but not as bad as you might think.

Denny takes note...

DENNY

Figure him to be heavier.

Albert slams the back of the truck. He takes one look at the

OFFICE.

ALBERT

Wait here.

Albert walks to the office.

DENNY

Don’t be brave, man.

Albert pauses AT THE OFFICE DOOR. Opens it. Enters...

39.

INT. OFFICE - SAME

Not much to the place. Only the drone of buzzing flies.

Otherwise, just a desk, some file cabinets. All old. Useless.

But, there’s a smell in here that just curls Albert’s toes.

He moves slowly around the desk when...

A COYOTE SPINS AROUND ON HIM. Snarling. Blood caked on its

muzzle.

EXT. OFFICE - DAY

Albert walks quickly to the truck.

ALBERT

We’re leaving.

He jumps behind the wheel. Denny gets in and they tear ass

out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

EXT. RURAL ROAD - DAY

The Dodge barrels down the asphalt.

The GIANT’S CORPSE slides around in the truck bed, slick in

its own blood.

We PUSH IN on the corpse. It’s CHEST IS MOVING...breathing,

sort of.

INT. HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAY

Emma strips off the nasty wifebeater she’s been wearing.

Pulls off her panties.

ON EMMA’S BACK - Deep scars. Like she’s been beaten, whipped

perhaps, but now healed.

On Amber. She’s taken back by the scars.

AMBER

What happened to you?

Amber reaches out and touches Emma’s back. Emma allows it.

She reacts with a quiver of muscle...

EMMA

It’s personal.

40.

She steps into the shower. Closes the moldy curtain.

INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

Flynn hands Hoag a beer.

FLYNN

What’re we gonna do about her?

HOAG

She’s broken in a way that can’t be

fixed.

Tamara runs in. Excited...

TAMARA

Get your butts in here. I’ve got

something to show you.

FLYNN

What?

TAMARA

You all make fun of me for watchin’

all those reality shows. Just wait

till you peep this.

INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Tamara enters, followed by Hoag and Flynn.

TAMARA

I happen to know who our little

friend is.

She flips through the TIVO. Pulls up AMERICAN JUSTICE...

ON THE TV - As Tamara fast forwards through the program.

TAMARA

You know it’s mostly pedophiles and

bank robbers, guys who killed their

families and shit like that, but

I’ve been totally into this story.

HOAG

Less we’re on, you’re wasting my

time.

FLYNN

What story?

41.

TAMARA

This one.

The HOST of “American Justice” stands in front of a bank of

television screens all showcasing the smiling, high school

yearbook photo of...

EMMA WARD.

FLYNN

That?

TAMARA

I shit you not.

Emma, enters, freshly scrubbed, hair wet around her face and

dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Amber flanks her.

AMBER

No way...

Emma stares at her likeness as...

HOST

(on screen)

It was just like any other Friday

night at Oregon State University. A

night that would be seared into the

minds of parents of fifteen college

students, forever.

(beat)

Emma Ward and her friends were

having a party. Celebrating the end

of the semester like most students,

except this celebration turned

bloody.

Over the Host’s voice we see IMAGES of fourteen other

students. Their smiling faces.

And then...

FLASHES OF POLICE PHOTOS -

One STUDENT hanging upside down, bleeding out in a doorway.

HOST (V.O.)

A killer entered the house. Was he

already there? Waiting? Or was he a

friend?

Another STUDENT, slumped over a sink, his HEAD down the

garbage disposal.

42.

HOST (V.O.)

Police and federal authorities have

never been able to piece together

the mystery of how or why it

happened, but when it was over,

fourteen students had been brutally

murdered.

A rapid succession of PHOTOS depicting the following...

HOST (V.O.)

Stabbed, shot, decapitated, skinned

alive and only one was never found.

Emma Ward.

And BACK TO THE HOST posing in front of the carnage.

HOST

The heiress to the Ward Publication

Empire. Did she know the killer?

Until now, it was unclear until...

IMAGES of a roadside blockade. FBI. Local cops. Anyone in

uniform are all combing the woods. An interview with a

HUNTER...

HUNTER

(on screen)

I was tracking a deer when he got

caught up in this thing.

A SHOT of a deer, dead, hanging in the same triangulation

trap we saw got Emma earlier.

HOST

(on screen)

And that’s when hunter, Richard

Lewy, noticed this...

The WORDS...EMMA WARD IS ALIVE, carved into the Alder tree.

Except scarred over by months of bark growth.

AT A FORENSICS LAB - An earnest looking local SHERIFF is

being interviewed.

SHERIFF

(on screen)

Apparently, the carving is about

eight months old. At first we were

skeptical, but we found this...

He holds up a baggie. Inside is the SHARD OF GLASS.

43.

SHERIFF

(on screen)

Lab tests prove that it’s Emma

Ward’s blood on this glass. As of

eight months ago she was alive. We

must now continue our investigation

under the premise that she is out

there, somewhere. And we will find

her.

IN THE STUDIO - Emma’s father, publishing tycoon BILL WARD,

50, is being interviewed by the HOST.

HOST

(on screen)

Mr. Ward. Is there something you’d

like to say to the person holding

your daughter.

WARD

(on screen)

Please. Emma is a beautiful girl

with a beautiful heart. Please take

care of Emma. Please see her for

who she is. Please let our Emma

come home.

And then Emma’s PHOTO with a reward statement. $2,000,000.

HOST

(on screen)

The Ward family is offering a two

million dollar reward for any

information leading to the recovery

of their daughter.

Tamara flips off the TV. Big fucking grin across her face.

She walks to Hoag and Flynn. Whispers...

TAMARA

(sotto)

Jackpot.

HOAG

And the fella driving the car...

TAMARA

Is the maniac who pulled all that

shit.

HOAG

Well, holy fuck. We bagged

ourselves two gorillas and I don’t

know which one is bigger.

44.

ON EMMA - She’s silently holding it together. Tears streaming

down her face, yet not making a sound.

Tamara kneels in front of her.

TAMARA

Emma? You know we’re here to help

you, right?

Emma SPITS in Tamara’s face.

TAMARA

(wiping away spit)

Fucking bitch.

The front door swings open. Albert enters. Looks at Hoag.

ALBERT

A word.

INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

Albert and Denny download Hoag on what they found. Denny is

kind of frantic.

DENNY

It was a freakin’ bloodbath there,

man. Blood everywhere. He burned

the truck. That chickie, the one he

came with, dead.

HOAG

Say again?

DENNY

The brunette. She’s toast.

Literally.

HOAG

Where’s my brother?

ALBERT

We got there too late.

Hoag pushes Albert against the wall.

HOAG

Where is he?

45.

EXT. HOUSE - DAY

Hoag stares at the Giant’s body lying prone in the truck bed.

He reaches in and tugs at the HANDCUFFS skewering the big

man’s lower jaw.

HOAG

I always figured Ethan to be

fucking immortal and now look at

him.

ALBERT

We looked for the guy. He must’ve

hoofed it into the woods.

Flynn paces.

FLYNN

Well that’s just great. So he goes

straight to the cops.

Hoag shoot Flynn a look like, “You fucking idiot.”

HOAG

Put Ethan outta there and put him

in the shed.

INT. SHED - DAY

The DOOR is kicked open from the outside.

Flynn, Albert and Denny struggle with the Giant’s enormous

corpse.

DENNY

See, this is what I’m talking

about. Ethan’s his brother and

we’re the ones moving him all over

the fucking county.

They maneuver it through the door and drop it onto the stone

floor.

DENNY

What do we do with him now?

Albert and Flynn look at each other and then at the rusted

out WOOD CHIPPER that sits like an old dinosaur amongst the

various tools.

DENNY

Fuck you guys.

46.

FLYNN

We’ll figure it out later.

(beat)

Denny grab that tarp.

Denny reaches for a CLEAR PLASTIC TARP. Hands it to Flynn.

Flynn covers the Giant.

FLYNN

Should keep the flies offa him.

(beat)

We’ll drink to you tonight, Ethan.

They take pause and then collectively bolt out of there.

INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - DUSK

Hoag lays a .44 on the kitchen table. Places Albert’s shotgun

next to it.

DENNY

You’re telling me that chick in

there is worth two million bones?

FLYNN

That’s right, sport.

DENNY

No, shit. Man, I’m gonna get me a

Bentley, a big fucking house and a

sweet ass Jizzcuzzi for all my

bitches.

Hoag looks at his watch.

HOAG

First we meet Angel. We’re looking

at thirty minutes.

DENNY

Well you’re on your own, Hoag.

There’s no way I’m heading back out

there for some used toasters and

shit.

Hoag grabs Denny and slams his face down onto the table.

47.

HOAG

We stay the course, dickhead. There

are about twelve homicides worth of

used toasters back there and we

gotta get ‘em moving or no one is

getting a fucking jizzcuzi.

DENNY

Okay. Okay. But what if he’s there?

What if he’s waiting for us?

HOAG

He knows what’s good for him, he’ll

be long gone.

INT. ABANDONED GAS STATION - OFFICE - DUSK

As we left it. The sounds of FLESH RIPPING, THE SLURP OF

BLOOD AND GNAW OF BONE.

PUSH IN on the COYOTE as it savors its meal under the desk.

SLOW REVEAL - Meat and bones. Pretty much every internal

organ. An entire ribcage. A femur, maybe two. A pelvis...

INT. SHED - DAY

CLOSE ON - the GIANT. An awkward beat passes and then

there’s...movement. It’s hard to tell in this light, but the

tarp shifts and bulges and...

DRIVER EMERGES FROM THE GIANT’S BODY, sitting up, the tarp

sticking to his blood covered face. He RISES, naked, the

Giant’s flaccid skin hanging off his frame like an oversized

suit, the tarp clings to his body, the hunting knife hanging

from his palm.

And then he pulls the tarp off. White eyes stare out from his

glistening bloody face. He tosses the tarp away and...

INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DUSK

Albert stands behind Emma, effectively blocking her from the

back door.

Hoag, shotgun in hand, kneels before Emma.

HOAG

It seems your friend...has, ah,

escaped.

48.

(MORE)

Now I’d like you to tell me a

little something about him. What

exactly are we dealing with?

Cobra fast, Emma plants her foot against the side of Hoag’s

face and then delivers another solid kick to his CHEST.

Hoag is off his feet and through the coffee table.

Before anyone can react, she grabs the base of a side table

lamp. Tears it free from the wall and...

BRAINS ALBERT. Shards of porcelain spray the room and Albert

goes down.

Hoag, struggling to his feet...

HOAG

Stop her!!!

Emma’s fucking cat-like. She leaps over the couch, basically

runs across Albert’s face, ignoring the shards of broken lamp

that rip into her bare feet when Denny grabs her.

DENNY

Now you just hold it there ba--

She turns on him. Hammers Denny with four lightning jabs to

the face and an elbow to the side of the head. He drops like

a sack.

She runs through the hallway and turns into the KITCHEN...

She’s almost at the back door when, suddenly, HOAG is in her

face, SHOTGUN POINTED at her forehead.

HOAG

Open that door and it’ll be your

brains to make it down them steps.

I fuckin’ promise you that.

Emma stares at him.

EMMA

Well then you better get yourself a

mop.

She opens the door anyway. Hoag pumps the gun, and Emma

pauses. She stares out into the night. She turns and walks

past Hoag, back into the living room.

49.

HOAG (CONT'D)

EMMA

It’s getting dark. Now my best hope

of escape is while he’s killing the

whole bunch of you.

(beat)

So I’ll just wait.

EXT. HOUSE - BACKYARD - SAME

DRIVER, naked and soaked in blood, stands at the edge of the

yard. The Giant’s massive HUNTING KNIFE hangs from his palm.

HE WATCHES AS --

Emma turns away from the back door. Hoag closes it.

With the sun dipping and the sky a golden red, Driver looks

as if the very depths of Hell have opened and out crawled

this demon.

DRIVER’S POV - Across the yard is the BMW and wrecked next to

it is the battered U-Haul.

INT. BMW - DUSK

Driver’s hand feels around under the seat. Finds...

HIS CELL PHONE. Flips it open. It works.

EXT. BMW - DUSK

On the OPEN TRUNK - Driver feels the warmth of the trunk,

hand on the space where Emma was being kept. He breaks free

of his vigil and...

GRABS a packed duffel and slams the trunk closed. Bloody

handprint.

INT. U-HAUL - DUSK

The DOORS CRANK OPEN. Driver stands clad in black coveralls

and black lace up boots. He climbs inside.

Once meticulously organized, the interior of the U-Haul is

now a tossed mess.

Driver, he’s kind of whistling to himself, pushes the boxes

away and retrieves...

50.

A FAT METAL CASE. He opens it to reveal high tech equipment.

Signal Jammers. Motion Detectors. Infrared goggles. GPS

tracking devices. Everything seems to be in good shape.

Closes the case.

He opens another latched cabinet to reveal...

Gleaming WEAPONS. TWO CHAINSAWS, a small STIHL and a huge 66

cc ECHO. A selection of honed CHEF’S KNIFE. A CLAW HAMMER. A

CROSSBOW with CARBON STEEL SWITCHBLADE TIPS.

He weighs the MASSIVE HUNTING KNIFE in his hand. Closes the

cabinet and...

OPENS a felled storage locker. From within he retrieves a

GRAPHITE brace with some sort of spring loaded action. He

CLICKS the handle of the hunting knife into a hollow

grip...fits the brace onto his arm and...

INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Hoag, carrying the shotgun, barges through the kitchen.

Denny, Lucas and Albert follow. Flynn takes up the rear with

the .44 in his hand.

HOAG

Flynn, tell Angel we’re on our way.

Denny, you and Albert, you’re with

me.

Flynn is dialing Angel. Beat.

FLYNN

Albert give me your phone. I’m not

getting a signal.

Albert hands him the phone. Beat.

FLYNN

What the fuck? No bars.

INSERT - Somewhere dark, a SIGNAL JAMMER flashes

rhythmically.

BACK TO SCENE -

Hoag pockets his own phone.

HOAG

Fuck it. I’ll call him from the

road.

He opens the door. Beat.