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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.
63.
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.
64.
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.
65.
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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(MORE)
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.
67.
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.
68.
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”?
70.
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.
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