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51.

Tamara puts her hand on Hoag’s shoulder.

TAMARA

Be careful.

HOAG

Shit, baby, you can do better than

that.

EXT. PORCH - NIGHT

Hoag steps out, and...

CRASHES THROUGH THE WOOD FLOORING OF THE PORCH!!! Drops out

of sight.

TAMARA

HOAG!!!

Denny goes after him. Shoves his head and shoulders through

the HOLE and sees...

EXT. PORCH - CRAWLSPACE - SAME

DRIVER - pointing the gun in Denny’s face.

DENNY SCREAMS!

DENNY

PULL ME BACK!!!

As Driver UNLOADS A ROUND, Denny is yanked back out of the

hole. He takes a spray of buckshot in the shoulder as...

EXT. PORCH - SAME

Albert and Tamara haul Denny up. He falls back, gushing

blood.

TAMARA

Where’s Hoag?

Denny crab scuttles back, grasping his bleeding shoulder.

DENNY

I don’t know. He got him.

TAMARA

What the...? Who’s got him?

52.

DENNY

I don’t know. HIM! Fuck, I’m

bleeding to death here.

And then ANOTHER SHOTGUN BLAST through the porch and...

DENNY’S FOOT EVAPORATES IN A SPRAY OF BLOOD AND BONE.

Denny SCREAMS and SCREAMS...

Albert grabs Denny and drags him through the back door, back

into the kitchen, just as a second shot...

BLOWS A HOLE through the porch floor.

INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - SAME

Tamara slams the door.

FLYNN

He’s under the house.

ALBERT

He’s under the porch. That’s all.

He can’t get under the house.

TAMARA

We can’t just leave Hoag out there.

FLYNN

Hoag...is history.

Denny is getting paler. He tries to get up and falls...

DENNY

I don’t feel so good.

FLYNN

You don’t look so good, either.

ALBERT

Flynn. Hell.

Albert ties a tourniquet around Denny’s stump.

ALBERT

We’re losing a ton of blood here.

Denny swoons.

DENNY

(nerve wracked)

Define ton of blood.

53.

Flynn inspects the wound.

ALBERT

Don’t lose your head, Dens. You’ll

be fine.

Amber appears in the doorway. Sees all the blood.

AMBER

Where’s my dad?

Flynn whips on her.

FLYNN

Don’t let that fucking cunt out of

your sight.

Emma pushes past Amber. She regards Denny with sadistic grin.

EMMA

You might want to drop the bad guy

routine. Now that he knows where

you are there’s really no one

worse.

Tamara turns to Flynn. Pleads.

TAMARA

That freak’s got Hoag. He wouldn’t

leave you to die. He’d never do

that to any of you.

Off of Flynn and Albert’s silence.

AMBER

What about my dad?

INT. SHED - NIGHT

CLOSE ON - DRIVER’S HAND, gripping a rope. We HEAR the WHIRL

OF A TURBINE grinding away.

DRIVER

Handcuffs?

CLOSE ON - Hoag’s face. Hatred in his eyes.

DRIVER

That was your first mistake.

Haven’t you people ever heard of

zip ties?

BACK TO - Driver’s hand. He lets go of the rope.

54.

REVEAL - Hoag SCREAMS as he drops through the CHUTE of a

rusted out wood chipper.

Driver grabs the rope in time, it burns into his skin.

Hoag stops dead. Hovers an eyelash away from the whirling

blades.

Driver pulls back, hauling Hoag back up through the chute.

And now we figure out the rigging.

Hoag is hog-tied, rope running from his legs, around his

neck, up his back and over the top of the chute to --

DRIVER. He sits at the blade end of the chipper, literally

looking up, through the blades at Hoag. He holds the rope,

the single lifeline that keep Hoag from turning into chum.

DRIVER

So, you’re what? The leader here?

HOAG

No, I --

DRIVER

You’re the one with the gun. You

must be the leader.

HOAG

Please you’ve got me confused -

Driver let’s go of the rope.

Hoag drops toward the blades. He somehow twists his body so

he JAMS UP THE CHUTE.

DRIVER

Cute move.

But gravity is the enemy. His body inches closer to the

blades, with his head turned...

IT’S HIS EAR THAT GOES FIRST. Hoag screams again.

Blood splatters Driver’s face.

Driver pulls back on the rope, effectively dislodging Hoag.

DRIVER

Are you suggesting I’m confused?

(beat)

What? Can’t you hear me?

55.

But Hoag is one step off of madness. With the chipper blades

fanning his face...

HOAG

Don’t do this to me. I can help

you.

DRIVER

But there are so many areas, I

can’t even begin to imagine where

to begin. Well, okay, let’s hear

it.

Hoag just stares. Is he joking?

DRIVER

Enlighten me. Please...

HOAG

I can get the girl for you. You

can...you can go on your way, take

whatever you want from us. I can

make that happen for you.

DRIVER

Oh. No. See I’m planning on

handling that little task on my

own. I thought you were going to

help me get things back to the way

they were. You know, like as if all

this never happened. That’s what I

need help with. Can you do that?

Turn back time? Re-establish the

continuum?

It dawns on Hoag that he’s dealing with a madman.

HOAG

No.

DRIVER

You know what I hate about the

common criminal? They’re

so...mediocre.

Beat.

HOAG

What?

DRIVER

It’s in mendacity that we achieve

our very best.

56.

HOAG

I don’t understand. Please, I’m

sorry.

Beat.

DRIVER

You know who I am?

Hoag won’t meet his eyes.

DRIVER

Who am I?

Beat. Driver begins to release the rope inch my inch, jerking

Hoag toward the blades.

DRIVER

Who...am...I?

HOAG

I don’t know. You’re...some kind of

serial killer.

DRIVER

Serial killer? Sweet Jesus, no.

Serial killers deal in

singularities. I’m a numbers guy.

(beat)

Which makes me a total psychopath.

Although I hate to put myself in a

box. Admittedly, there are some

things that might stereotype me.

Fixations. Rituals. Trophies.

(holds up and wags Hoag’s

ear)

Case in point.

(beat)

But really, what motivates me is

the absolute need to get the job

done.

Holds Hoag steady.

DRIVER

How many are in the house? Do the

math. Quick.

Hoag blinks, brain calculating.

HOAG

Six. There’s six.

57.

DRIVER

Minus one and a half, really. Okay.

You’ve served your purpose.

(beat)

Any last words?

Hoag stutters...

HOAG

Wait.

DRIVER

Concise. Not terribly clever, but

the clarity of the intention,

crystal clear.

(beat)

However...no.

Driver RELEASES the rope.

Hoag rockets toward the chipper blades. The rest are SFX.

INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Tamara sits at the kitchen table, a bottle of cheap vodka in

front of her. She looks in shock. Flynn enters.

She pours herself a shot and downs it. Flynn pulls out a

chair. Sits down.

FLYNN

You know how much he meant to me.

How much I liked him.

He pours himself a shot. Drinks.

FLYNN

But I particularly liked his taste

in women.

Tamara grabs the bottle. Places it next to her.

TAMARA

That’s awfully romantic, Flynn, but

I don’t go for chicken shits.

FLYNN

I’m sorry I wasn’t brave enough for

you, but let me ask you this...how

would you feel about splitting two

million dollars reward money.

(beat)

Think about it?

58.

Tamara just stares at him, but he can see the wheels

spinning. Gives a miniscule grin. Tamara looks toward the

kitchen window which RATTLES in it’s frame when...

SUDDENLY OFFSCREEN - A EXPLOSION!!! KA-BOOM!!!

The WINDOWS SHATTER, blowing shards of glass into the room.

Flynn dives on top of Tamara. Their faces inches

apart...Flynn goes in for a kiss.

Tamara KNEES him in the balls.

TAMARA

What the fuck is wrong with you?

She gets up a bolts into...

INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Albert, Amber and Emma are staring out the back window, the

TOW TRUCK is in flames.

Albert turns as Tamara runs in. Flynn limps in behind her.

FLYNN

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

ANOTHER EXPLOSION -

They all flinch at the sound. Through the front window we

see...

Albert’s PICK-UP is in flames.

AMBER

He’s trapping us here.

ALBERT

When we don’t show up, Angel’s

gonna come looking.

TAMARA

He’s right.

EMMA

Oh, so Angel’s going to save you.

Flynn turns to Amber.

59.

FLYNN

Amber, get this bitch outta my

sight, cause if I have to hear one

more fucking word --

EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION - NIGHT

An EIGHTEEN WHEELER rolls into the lot. Takes it’s time to

park behind the STORE ROOM.

The driver’s side door opens and...

EXT. EIGHTEEN WHEELER - NIGHT

ANGEL, 45 year old tatted out highway smuggler, jumps out of

the cab.

He lights a smoke. Inhales. Ahhh.

ANGEL

HOAG! Come out, come out wherever

you are.

He kicks it against the chrome bumper and waits. Takes a long

drag.

ANGEL

HOAG! Where the fuck are you

people?

INT. HOUSE - ATTIC - NIGHT

Emma stands at a small circular window in the peak of the

attic, staring out.

From behind her...

AMBER

I bet you want to kill the man who

did this to you.

EMMA

Your powers of perception are

staggering.

Beat.

AMBER

Does he...love you?

Emma leans her head against the glass.

60.

EMMA

Yeah...he loves me.

Puts her hand up to the window.

MATCH CUT TO:

INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT

Emma’s HAND pressed up against a damp stone wall.

REVEAL - Emma is crouched in the corner, face turned away

from...

DRIVER, standing against the far wall. She flattens herself

against the wall and huddles in silence.

DRIVER

Today we’re going to advance to

something much more challenging.

Driver drops down before her, sits Indian style.

DRIVER

(earnest)

Let’s meditate for a moment on the

power you have over living things?

The gift we bestow, just by

allowing innocent life to...

(deep inhale)

take its next breath?

Emma mutters something.

DRIVER

I’m sorry?

Silence. He lifts her face. She looks up with deep hatred.

DRIVER

Say again.

EMMA

I don’t want to know.

DRIVER

That’s not for you to decide.

Driver walks around the bare, windowless room. He knocks on

the walls.