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71.

AMBER

I gotta get out of here. Albert, I

gotta get out of here.

Flynn holds up the shotgun.

FLYNN

Hey, at least we got us another

gun.

Amber is crying and shaking. Albert holds her.

ALBERT

It’s alright.

AMBER

It’s not fucking alright. We gotta

go, now.

Albert looks at Tamara.

ALBERT

Where are the keys to the Jeep?

TAMARA

I’m not going out there? I’m not

going to get ground up like Hoag.

No way.

Amber gets in Tamara’s face.

AMBER

If I stay here one more second I’m

going to go crazy. Fucking batshit

crazy.

Beat.

ALBERT

Tamara. Get me the keys.

CUT TO:

INT. HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Tamara slaps a set of keys into Albert’s hand. Albert turns

to Flynn.

ALBERT

Gun.

FLYNN

You kidding me?

72.

ALBERT

Flynn, give me a fucking gun or so

help me...

Flynn reluctantly hands over the .44. Holds the shotgun back.

FLYNN

I keep the thunder stick.

Albert just shakes his head. Turns to Amber.

ALBERT

You ready?

INT. HOUSE - NIGHT

Flynn, Tamara and Emma are at the window. They watch...

ALBERT AND AMBER run across the front yard toward a low slung

boarded up garage.

EMMA

You shouldn’t have let them go.

FLYNN

What’s it to you?

EMMA

Cause when they’re dead, five

becomes three.

TAMARA

What makes you so sure they’re

gonna die out there?

EMMA

This is what he lives for.

EXT. GARAGE - NIGHT

Albert and Amber flatten against the east wall next to the

door.

ALBERT

See anything?

AMBER

I think we’re good.

Albert reaches for the knob. Turns it and...they’re in.

73.

INT. GARAGE - NIGHT

A thick, dusty darkness hangs in the air. Shadows play

against laser thin streams of moonlight on the walls.

An ‘88 JEEP WAGONEER, sitting in a puddle of oil, doesn’t

inspire confidence.

ALBERT

Fucking hell, is this thing even

going to run?

Albert walks around the car. Get’s in.

ALBERT

Well get on in. Let’s see if our

salvation’s got any balls.

INT. JEEP - SAME

Albert slides into the driver’s seat. Amber, next to him. She

holds up the garage door opener. Albert knocks wood on his

head.

ALBERT

It turns over, you hit that little

button right there, got it?

AMBER

Check.

Inserts the keys. Turns. And the car GRINDS TO LIFE.

ALBERT

Yes.

Amber hits the garage door opener. Creak of rusty springs...

INT. SHACK - NIGHT

A wall filled with...

TOOLS. Rakes and shovels and A FAT DOUBLE BIT AXE hangs.

INT. JEEP - NIGHT

The ENGINE DIES!

ALBERT

Fuck me.

74.

Turns the key again. This time...nothing.

Albert waits. Tries again. Nothing. He pops the hood.

AMBER

What are you doing?

ALBERT

Something damn stupid.

Albert gets out of the car. Amber sits there. Waiting.

Suddenly a revelation hits her like a wave.

She looks in the rearview mirror.

And then she SPINS AROUND in her seat to look in the --

BACK SEAT. Empty. Thank God!

She turns back around, relieved. And just then...

ALBERT is at her window. Amber SCRE--

HE SLAPS HIS HAND OVER HER MOUTH.

ALBERT

Quiet, Jumpy.

Amber chills out.

AMBER

Nerves...you know?

ALBERT

Look, the engine is all cracked

hoses and Motor City fucking

ingenuity, so I’m gonna try a few

things.

(beat)

When I knock on the hood, give the

ignition a twist, alright?

AMBER

Shouldn’t we close the garage door.

ALBERT

This’ll only take a sec.

Albert heads back under the hood. Messes around in there.

KNOCKS.

Amber turns the key. Nothing.

75.

More tweaking from under the hood.

KNOCKS.

Amber turns the key. Engine catches, then falters.

KNOCKS.

The engine catches again. This time it revs nicely.

Stale air blows out the vents.

ALBERT (O.S.)

Gun it.

Amber reaches her foot over the middle. Hits the gas. Running

nicely...

AMBER

LET’S GO!!!

ALBERT notices oil bubbling out of the BLOCK.

ALBERT

Really lay down on it.

AMBER

Alright but, c’mon.

She floors the gas. He TIES A RAG AROUND A HOSE. Wipes his

hands across his chest. Done.

Albert TURNS JUST AS...

DRIVER emerges from the dark, fast as fuck, and PLANTS THE

AXE DEEP INTO ALBERT’S NECK.

Amber hears a noise.

AMBER

Albert?

And then, two more KNOCKS ON THE HOOD. Amber lays on the gas.

AMBER

It’s running fine. Come the fuck

on.

The ENGINE WHINES and then suddenly something GRINDS.

Two more impatient KNOCKS ON THE HOOD.

THE GRINDING WORSENS. Amber really guns it. The GRINDING is

louder than the engine.

76.

AMBER

Albert. Let’s just --

And then a CLOTTING SPRAY OF GORE PUNCHES free from the

vents...drenching her in blood.

Amber SCREAMS her fucking head off.

AMBER

What is this???

AMBER’S POV - A BLOODY HAND pushes the hood closed. And as he

comes into view, DRIVER smiles at her. He lifts his hand

to...

REVEAL - Albert. Driver’s got him by his hair. He flips his

head up to reveal Albert’s severed face. Nothing left, but

the holes that must have been his mouth, nose and eyes.

Amber dives for her door. Driver charges, but Amber --

SLAMS DRIVER in the legs with the door. He folds into himself

as...

EXT. GARAGE - NIGHT

Amber hits the ground running. She breaks for the trees.

Beat.

Driver appears in the doorway. He flips the axe in his hand

and watches...

Amber running across the lawn. She looks back. Spots Driver.

He tosses the axe back and forth between his hands.

Amber SCREAMS and runs into the woods.

INT. HOUSE - NIGHT

Amber’s SCREAMS penetrate the house.

Tamara races in, holding a big Chef’s KNIFE.

TAMARA

What happened?

FLYNN

We’ve got to go right now.

Tamara goes to the window.

77.

TAMARA

Where are they?

FLYNN

I don’t know.

(beat)

Are you with me?

EXT. WOODS - NIGHT

Amber, covered in blood, runs hard, pinwheeling past trees

and jumping old logs. She looks back. Can’t see Driver.

She pushes on, knowing where she’s going.

EXT. WOODS - SAME

Driver is tracking her. He runs fast. Axe in hand.

INT. HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Flynn gets in Emma’s face.

FLYNN

When I say run. We run. You got any

funny ideas and I’ll make you wish

you were back in that box under his

bed or whatever weird shit you two

had going on.

Flynn and Tamara prop Denny up between them. Denny moans.

DENNY

Leave her alone, Flynn. She’s got

our backs.

FLYNN

Really? You’re so sure about that?

(beat)

That freak has this chick so tweaky

wired that I don’t know what she’ll

do.

Flynn pushes Emma to the front door.

EXT. WOODS - SAME

Amber looks back.

78.

DRIVER’S SILHOUETTE runs jagged through the trees. He’s far

enough back, but clearly on her tail.

She looks down. Notices the blood trail she’s been leaving.

AMBER

Fuck.

She rips off her jacket.

Puts her weight into it and SNAPS OFF A THICK BRANCH OF A

NEARBY TREE.

Amber looks fierce.

EXT. HOUSE - GARAGE - NIGHT

The car is still running. Emma stops at the sight of ALBERT.

Tamara and Flynn pull Denny along.

Tamara practically trips over ALBERT’S BODY. She almost

screams, but Flynn slaps his hand over her mouth, backing her

up against the wall.

FLYNN

He’s dead. C’mon. Just get in the

car.

TAMARA

He had a gun.

Flynn hesitates at Albert’s non-face.

TAMARA

Flynn.

FLYNN

Fine. Get in the car.

He hands Tamara the shotgun. Let’s go of Denny. Tamara steps

around Albert.

As Tamara loads Denny into the front seat and Emma gets in

the back...

TAMARA

Oh, gross. There’s like a shitload

of blood in --

FLYNN

There’s blood everywhere. Get in

the fucking car.

79.

Flynn kneels next to Albert. He LEANS OVER HIM reaching into

his jacket...looking for the gun.

FLYNN

(sotto)

Shit is sick...

SUDDENLY ALBERT COUGHS BLOOD in Flynn’s face. Flynn screams

and JUMPS BACK, holding the gun in his hand, pointing it at

what’s left of Albert’s face.

TAMARA

(from the car)

WHAT IS IT?

Albert is convulsing. His tongue trying to form words. Hands

reaching for Flynn’s leg.

FLYNN

Nothing. Stay in the car.

Albert tries to sit up.

FLYNN PLANTS HIS FOOT on Albert’s chest. He pushes him down

and SHIELDS HIS FACE FROM THE SPLATTER...

PULLS THE TRIGGER, putting Albert down.

INT. JEEP - NIGHT

MOMENTS LATER - Flynn gets in the car.

TAMARA

What did you do?

FLYNN

Forget it.

He slams the door. Punches the steering wheel.

FLYNN

Fuck.

Beat. He throws the car into gear, revs the engine and burns

rubber out of the garage.

Flynn uses his palm to wipe away the slick of blood clotting

his vision.

FLYNN

Sick.

He fishtails down the driveway, grinding gravel.

80.

EMMA

Turn on your lights.

FLYNN

Did I ask for your opinion?

Being an ass hair away from death has kicked Emma into

serious fuck you mode.

EMMA

We’ve come this far, it would be

nice to actually live.

Flynn strains to see out the windshield. Between the blood

and the darkness there’s negative visibility.

Car fishtails...

The Jeep hits pavement and Flynn flips his lights.

A HUGE FUCKING DEER is standing dead center, in the middle of

the road.

EVERYONE braces for impact.

But Flynn swerves at the very last second and...

EXT. WOODS - NIGHT

Driver finds the spot where Amber stripped off her jacket. He

assesses his options, staring into the thick woods,

listening.

Suddenly, something BEEPS. BEEP, BEEP, BE...

He REACHES INTO HIS POCKET and stops the sound. He looks

behind him, back toward the house...

EXT. RURAL ROAD - NIGHT

The Jeep screams down the road.

EXT. WOODS - NIGHT

Amber stumbles out of the woods onto a decrepit abandoned

property. Rusted out junked cars are scattered around the

backyard of a falling down old house.

Amber beelines for the cars.