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61.

DRIVER

The only thing keeping you in

here...is me. Anything happens to

me and there’s only one single

outcome.

(beat)

You die. But not an unremarkable

death. Fun fact. There documented

cases in which prisoners who were

found in cages long after their

captors surrendered, typically

POW’s, you know, that well, left to

their final desperate measures, and

to evade starvation, they actually

cannibalized themselves. You know

what the technical term for that

is?

EMMA

Please...stop.

DRIVER

Sarcophagy. Onomatopoeic, dont’cha

think?

He pulls a BOX CUTTER from his pocket.

DRIVER

Now, Emma, listen carefully...when

the arterial vein is sliced the

body tends to bleed out within ten

minutes. It’s not like in the

movies when someone’s jugular is

severed and they immediately drop

dead. It takes a while. But it’s

also impossible for the victim to

administer the proper medical help.

Do you know what that is?

EMMA

I...no.

DRIVER

No biggie. I’m no doctor either. I

can tell you this much though.

Elevate the wound over the heart

and apply pressure to the area. And

bandage tightly. That’s important.

EMMA

Why are you telling me this?

Driver has opened the BOX CUTTER, baring the gleaming razor

edge.

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DRIVER

Because as much as you hate me, you

now have the opportunity to save my

life.

Driver SLICES HIS NECK with the box cutter.

DRIVER

I love you, Emma.

Blood SPURTS, splattering Emma’s face. Driver’s hand goes

instinctively to his neck, but with the blood pumping between

his finger, he promptly drops to his knees.

EMMA

You’re fucking crazy.

DRIVER

Yeah, sorry about that.

Driver falls face first at Emma’s feet. BLACKOUT.

INT. HOUSE - ATTIC - NIGHT

BACK TO SCENE -

Amber lights a cigarette.

AMBER

What’s going to happen to my pops?

EMMA

He’ll kill him.

AMBER

Yeah, but, how?

Emma turns to her. Amber has a look of morbid curiosity.

EMMA

You and your father, you not get

along?

AMBER

Put it this way. He wasn’t the best

role model.

Beat.

EMMA

He’ll torture him. Kill him in ways

that no one should ever imagine.

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AMBER

Hmm.

(beat)

Why didn’t he do that to you?

EMMA

I think he was trying to...create

me. Build something out of despair.

AMBER

He hurt you?

EMMA

At times. He would get carried

away.

AMBER

Like those scars?

EMMA

Like the scars.

AMBER

(points to her stomach)

And what about the one right there?

Emma looks down, lifts her shirt and runs her fingers along a

SCAR that is IDENTICAL to the one we noticed on Betty’s

stomach, earlier.

EMMA

Amber, you don’t want to know his

kind of love.

Fear is beginning to consume Amber.

EMMA

You’re a nice person. You should

have run when you had the chance.

AMBER

Can you help us? You know him. You

can figure out how to end this.

EMMA

Except right now...it’s only just

begun.

And we see...

EMMA’S POV - Driver, standing in the MOONLIGHT, a thick

BURLAP SACK, dripping blood, in his hand. He stares up at the

window. He whispers something, but we can’t read his lips.

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Then he touches his throat, tracing a long healed scar.

AMBER

Is there someone out there?

Amber approaches the window.

AMBER’S POV - Driver is gone. Just a deep red stain on the

grass. The sloughing of Hoag.

EXT. ABANDONED GAS STATION - NIGHT

Angel walks through the lot. We’re with him when he spots --

THE BURNED OUT VAN.

Angel approaches. Looks around. Clearly this is recent. Runs

his finger along the side. Still warm.

ANGEL

HOAG!!!

It’s dark on this side of the station and pitch black in the

burned out van.

Angel takes out his ZIPPO. He reaches through the driver’s

window and FLICKS THE LIGHTER to --

REVEAL - BETTY’S BURNED CORPSE

Angel SCREAMS and panics and KNOCKS Betty’s head which snaps

at the neck like a fried pretzel and DROPS INTO HER LAP.

Angel fumbles the lighter. Drops it into the van and STUMBLES

back, falling on his ass, gets up and then runs back to his

truck.

INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Tamara and Flynn enter from the kitchen. Denny mumbles, sadly

delirious from loss of blood.

Albert’s trying to get him to drink some water.

ALBERT

C’mon, Dens.

He nods through delirium and sips the water.

ALBERT

That it, buddy. Drink up.

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Denny begins to cough. A wracking hack. Blood bubbles up at

his lips and choking, he pukes blood.

ALBERT

Oh, fuck. Tamara. Help.

Tamara takes Denny’s head and props him up higher.

TAMARA

He’s going to die if we don’t get

him help.

The impossibility of this is staggering.

FLYNN

Yeah, we should call an ambulance.

I’ll get right on that.

ALBERT

What about the Jeep? Unless he got

into the garage...

FLYNN

Sounds like a solid plan, Albert.

ALBERT

Hoag’s dead. Ethan. Dead.

Denny’s...not doing so hot. I’m

looking at your ugly ass and I’m

thinking, that dude’s dead too.

FLYNN

I say we wait until morning.

TAMARA

Flynn is right. We wait.

AMBER APPEARS IN THE DOORWAY. She pushes Emma into the room.

AMBER

I’m with Albert. We take our

chances on the Jeep.

Tamara takes Emma by the arm and pushes her onto the couch.

Then she turns on Amber.

TAMARA

No one cares what you think.

AMBER

Just cause my old man was givin’

you the deep dicking doesn’t make

you my mother, bitch.

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And with Hoag dead, that pretty

much makes this my fucking house,

so, get the fuck out.

Tamara turns her back on Amber.

TAMARA

Suck me.

Amber hauls off and sucker punches Tamara. Tamara goes down.

FLYNN

(pumped)

HELLO!!!

And Tamara comes back all hellcat. Full on pulling hair,

kicking, punching.

Tamara and Amber fall into the couch on top of DENNY.

DENNY

OHHHHHH!

And then onto the floor. They’ve got each other by the hair

...trading punches.

Albert’s looking for a way to grab one of them.

ALBERT

Flynn, help me out here...

Flynn shakes his head exasperated, gets into the middle and

tries to grab Tamara, but she HEADBUTTS him with the back of

her head.

He stumbles back. Nose gushing.

FLYNN

GODDAMNIT.

The girls flip over. They’re back on their feet now, kicking

and slapping.

They fall into Denny again.

DENNY

OHHHHHH!

Tamara bites Amber’s tit. She screams and sinks her teeth

into the back of Tamara’s head.

Albert makes his move. Tamara kicks him in the balls and he

crumbles.

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AMBER (CONT'D)

ALBERT

Oh, dear God...pain...

Flynn is staunching the bleeding from his nose. Tamara sees

the .44 sticking out of Flynn’s waistband.

Flynn looks to the front door. Hears something...

Tamara grabs the gun. Turns it on Amber. Cocks it. Pulls the

trigger --

FLYNN’S HAND COMES DOWN ON THE HAMMER IN MID DESCENT.

He yanks the gun away from Tamara.

FLYNN

There’s someone at the door.

Silence. Then, a THUD...echoes down the hallway.

INT. HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Indeed, there’s a DULL POUNDING at the front door.

THUD! THUD!

Flynn, Tamara, Albert and Amber all stand near and around the

door...

TAMARA

(whispers)

Is it Hoag?

FLYNN

If you were a psycho murderer and

got your hands on Hoag, would you

let him live?

Beat. THUD!

ALBERT

Flynn is right. Hoag’s dead.

Beat. THUD!

FLYNN

Well, take a look.

They all look at Flynn like he’s out of his mind. THUD!

ALBERT

You take a look.

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Another unsettling...THUD!!!

FLYNN

You know what happens if I look

through that peephole? That

fucker’s got a shotgun pressed

right up against there and the

second I put my eye up there...BAM!

So, no fucking thanks.

Amber pushes her way forward.

AMBER

You gigantic pussies. I’ll look.

AMBER PUTS HER EYE TO THE PEEPHOLE.

The others all take a step back.

AMBER’S POV - A BURLAP SACK, hanging from a rope, swings in

the wind, knocking against the door.

AMBER

It’s a bag.

FLYNN

What kind of bag?

Amber turns to the others. Dawns on her that they were all

just waiting for her head to get blown off.

AMBER

(pushes past Flynn)

I don’t know. A bag.

Flynn looks through the peephole. Again, the others take a

protective step back.

Flynn's POV - The SACK swinging in the wind.

FLYNN

He’s trying to bait us.

TAMARA

Well, duh!

Flynn steps away from the door. Paces.

ALBERT

What?

FLYNN

I don’t know what to do.

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TAMARA

What we do is not open the door.

FLYNN

Right. You’re right. Don’t open the

door.

AMBER

Except what’s in the bag?

ALBERT

Who cares what’s in the bag?

Whatever’s in the bag is bad.

Flynn can’t stop pacing.

ALBERT

Flynn, I know what you’re

thinking...

Flynn turns. Stares at the door. Before anyone can stop him

he...

REACHES for the knob and SWINGS THE DOOR OPEN. He stands

there all brave and scared shitless at once.

FLYNN

(shouting)

C’MON YOU MOTHER OF ALL FUCKING

ASSHOLES. BRING IT!

But nothing happens. And now it’s just him and the swinging

burlap sack.

The SACK spins lazily from it’s rope to REVEAL - Hoag’s

SHOTGUN is sewn onto the other side. Flynn backs away.

FLYNN

What the hell?

Flynn stares into the darkness, then turns to the group.

FLYNN

Why would he give us back the gun?

TAMARA

To send a message.

FLYNN

Yeah? What kind of stupid message

is that? “Shoot me fuckers, I want

to die”?

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EMMA

He’s evening the playing field.

FLYNN

Since when is this a fucking game?

The SACK drips blood on the front porch.

EMMA

For him, since the beginning.

FLYNN

You know, ominous is a terribly

unattractive quality.

Beat.

TAMARA

Flynn, take the gun.

ALBERT

Leave it. Close the damn door,

Flynn.

FLYNN

It’s a gun, dipshit. You put

bullets in it and blow douche bag’s

head into Chunky Soup. You don’t

leave it.

Flynn grabs the gun and TEARS it away from the bag which in

effect causes...

The BURLAP SACK splits down the middle...

AND HOAG SPILLS OUT ONTO THE FRONT PORCH.

Everyone SCREAMS. Tamara backpeddles in blood and pieces of

Hoag. Pandemonium.

Amber is STARING AT HER FATHER’S MASK OF A FACE. She starts

SCREAMING UNCONTROLLABLY.

Albert slams the door. Amber is still SCREAMING. Albert slaps

his hand over her mouth. Pushes her against the wall.

Strained silence. Then...

FLYNN

What the fuck did he do to him?

Amber’s hyperventilating.