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(♪ Romantic music playing on car radio)

(Woman giggles)

- (Man) Dee-Dee... - (Dee-Dee) Oh, Jimmy, you're so rad.

(Chuckling)

- Dee-Dee... - Mm-hmm?

- You want to do it? - Here?

- Yeah, in the car. - (Dee-Dee giggles)

- I don't know... - (Kissing)

- (Dee-Dee giggles) - (Jimmy) Ooh!

Hello.

(Moaning)

- (Jimmy purring) - (Dee-Dee giggling)

(Car approaching)

(Moaning)

Dee-Dee...

Shit! Come on... Fuck!

Hey, hey, it's not the cops.

Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee, it's not the cops.

What do you think they're doing?

It's somebody just like us.

(Moaning)

- Oh, Jimmy... - Oh, Dee-Dee...

- (Car door slamming) - Oh, shit!

Where's my bra?

- Shit! - It's nothing.

- Jimmy! - Come on.

What do you mean, "it's nothing"? Stop it.

Stop it, OK?

- Jesus, alright. - Fuck!

I'm blue, you know that?

- What? - I'm blue and swollen.

(Laughs) Oh, my God. That is so gross.

(Laughing)

Tell me about it!

- (Thud) - What was... What was that?

I don't know.

(Squeaking)

- Oh! - (Screams) Oh, God!

What the fuck is that? Oh, my God!

Oh, shit.

- No! - Fuck! Jimmy!

- (Loud thumping) - Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh!

Shit, fuck.

- Uh! (Screaming) - (Dee-Dee) Jimmy, no!

Get out of the car! Get out of the car!

Get out of the car! Oh, my God.

(Sobbing)

Help us!

- Come on, - Help us, please!

Help us, help us, please!

Open, open!

(Screaming)

(Indistinct chatter on police radio)

(Girl) Look what I made for Mommy.

(Man) Oh, a Valentine's Day card. What does it say?

(Girl) "Dear Mommy, Happy Valentine's Day!

"I love you. Love, Mandy."

(Man) Aw, that's sweet. She's gonna like that.

You know, it's too bad all these pretty lights have to mean something bad happened.

When are we gonna go pick up Mommy?

Well, I gotta go do something for a few minutes, punk,

- and then we'll go get Mommy, OK? - OK!

- Till then, I'm just gonna take your nose... - (Chuckles)

...so I don't get lonely. I'll be right back, alright?

- (Indistinct chatter on police radio) - (Man) Let's, uh... take a look.

Hey Jack, my wife still at work?

Hold it, Tom. You don't want to go over there.

Wait for the sheriff.

What are you talking about? The sheriff's at a convention in Vegas...

- No, Tom... - What the hell's going on here?

Oh, my... Oh, my God!

- Harriett! - Damn, that must've hurt!

- (Grunting) - No... No, Tom!

- Get out of here! - Tom... Tom, no.

(Tom) Oh, my God, Harriett.

(Jack) Are you trying to be funny or just naturally stupid?

Get out of here!

- It's the man's wife, for Christ sake! - Sorry.

- Oh, my God. - Come on, Tom.

- Oh, my God. - Come here, come on.

Get away from here. Come on.

Come on, come on.

Who's the man?

I don't know. She wanted to leave early today.

- I said, OK. - (Tom) it was Ward Lamson, wasn't it?

Oh, my God, Harriett.

(Jack) Tom, if there's anything I can do for you.

I can take care of little Mandy or anything.

I'll help you, Tom, don't worry.

- I'll help you. - (Officer) We got someone!

We got somebody here.

(Seatbelt unclipping)

(Jack) Oh, my God.

- Ray! - You know this guy?

(Officer) Hey, hey, let's get him out of here. Get him out of here.

He talked about Harriett.

Extreme nonparaphilic... sexual attachment.

I tried to turn his affections away from her.

I thought the therapy was working.

Gosh, I'm sorry, Tom.

I'm really sorry.

Bye-bye, Mommy.

(School bell rings)

(Students chattering)

So... what are you gonna do?

- I don't know, man. - Hey, sexy!

Don't be a dickhead, dude.

Oh! Your mom's gonna be giving a lecture in health class today.

- No shit? - Yeah!

No, Mom, I don't need your help, but thank you anyway.

Yes, I... I know he needs a man around the house. I do, too.

I just don't meet a lot of qualified candidates.

Yeah... Oh, thank you.

Uh, look, Mom, I gotta go.

No, no, no, it's fine. I gotta go.

OK. Bye.

- Hi, sweetie! - Hey.

Uh...

You're not gonna talk to the health class today, are you?

- Don't worry, I won't embarrass you... - Thanks.

...too much.

(Chuckles)

- Anyway, thanks for the ride. - (Chuckles) Yes.

Uh, lay off, Daddy-O!

All you guys do is suck face!

You're such a dweeb.

(Purring)

- Hey, Michael. - So, are we on?

Tonight... beers out, clothes off.

(Laughter, cheers)

Speaking of which, you clowns owe me 20 a piece.

Got you.

No problem.

- (Mouthing) - Catch you in a bit, man.

(Bradley) Oh, I'm broke.

Catch me later.

Yo, man, I'll catch you at the pool.

Bye. See you, guys.

Bye.

So, did you see the decorations in the gym?

They're, like, nauseating.

We're so not going to that dance.

Ah, it's cool, we'll just chill with the friends.

Oh, yeah, great. And hang out with the usual group of idiots?

See you.

Bye, Bradley.

Dude, I have got to break up with this chick.

- (Scoffs) - Man!

(Jack) Do you want to talk about it?

(Chains jangling)

This anger...

This rage that has consumed your life...

Let's talk about that night.

You went up there, just like always,

to watch them, the young boys, the young girls,

doing what you wanted to do...

...what you dreamed of doing.

(Chains clinking)

I can help you, Ray.

But you have to help me.

You have to make the effort.

I want you to tell me...

I wanna hear you say the words.

I want you to admit it.

- (Chains clattering) - You killed those two young people.

You took that steel hook... and you butchered them.

Tell me...

Tell me, and you'll be free.

Tell me, Ray.

Tell me.

(Sighs)

(Whistle blowing)

- Hey, what are you doing in state this year? - 100-meter.

How come you're not practicing?

I was given the day off for the big meet.

Hey, I'm gonna go get a coke. Do you want anything?

No, thanks.

Hey, man, what's up with you and Chloe?

I don't know, man. I mean, she's been really weird lately, you know?

Like she's not herself.

(♪ CHERRY HILL HIGH: "Bad Reputation")

- Hey, Bradley. - Hey.

Sorry to hear about the bad news.

What bad news?

About Michael... dumping you.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I'm Jannelle Bay. - Mandy Anderson.

- Yeah, I know. - (Chuckling)

- You're new, right? - Yeah.

Well, congratulations on making the squad.

Thanks.

Hey, um... what do you know about Michael Lamson?

Nothing, really. We kind of avoid each other.

Oh... How come?

- It's a really long story. - (Door opens)

♪ With my bad reputation

♪ And I walk away... ♪

Who the fuck do you think you are?

♪ And I waste away... ♪

- (Whistle) - Go, Michael!

♪ With my bad reputation

♪ And I walk away... ♪

(Indistinct shouting)

♪...bad reputation ♪

(Water dripping)

You're gonna pay for this.

(Dog growling)

Good, lie down.

(Chuckles) We don't need the law here.

There have been three acts of violence in my school this year.

I'm setting an example.

Well, fine, make an example of the first two kids, not Chloe.

Frankly, Jack, your daughter needs some serious anger management.

Well...

Tom, why don't you arrest the Lamson boy?

After all, we don't know if anyone's safe with him running around loose.

He could be a sexual addict, just like his father.

- Excuse me? - (Tom) Jack...

Look, nobody's gonna get arrested here unless somebody starts something, alright?

We're here to talk about this as three adults.

You've always had this... fixation on Penny.

Haven't you, Tom?

- Come on boy, come on. - (Dog growls gently)

Your daughter is suspended for a week.

- (Door slams shut) - It's quite a brother you've got there.

Half-brother. Look, Penny...

Uh... I have a lot of work to do.

- (Jannelle) Yeah, but you like this town? - (Mandy) Yeah, no, I like...

I mean, I've lived here all my life, so, it's like, I don't know anything else.

- Yeah, everyone seems really nice. - Yeah.

- Yeah, it's a good town. - (Both) Hey...

Hello, Mandy.

You're looking more like your mother every day.

(Dog growls)

I've gotta get back to work.

Come on.

You do not want that girl mad at you.

Is she, like, the queen of the school?

No, she's on the varsity psycho squad.

(Jannelle) What do you mean?

(Mandy) Well her dad, he's a shrink at the asylum.

And her mom killed herself.

- God... - Yeah.

So, you're not gonna tell me, huh?

I don't know.

(Sighs)

I don't think it's anything, alright? I...

I just think it's something I'm gonna have to figure out on my own.

OK, well, you wanna talk to somebody? You want to talk to a man?

(Laughs) God! Mom, are you kidding me?

- No, no, I... I just thought... - Mom!

You're fine, alright? You're great.

OK, you get in the house. And remember, you're grounded.

So, that means put your nose in the book, and no TV, no... no radio, no phone.

Got it?

Alright.

I love you, honey.

Love you too, Mom.

(Jack) "Penny...

"Hope you... enjoy the book.

"Doctor... Jack... Grefe."

OK.

(Alarm buzzer)

Go, go!

Downstairs! Check Hennessy. Come on!

Oh, good God!

No!

Not Chloe.

(Penny) I know that today is Valentine's Day.

And I know you all have romance in your hearts

and love on your minds.

And I know that some of you may even be having a party.

So, what I want to say is this.

(Laughing)

Be careful!

(Bell ringing)

I'd like you all to thank Principal Lamson.

Don't forget the chapter on STDs.

(Indistinct chattering)

Sorry.

(Sighs)

He's out.

We got a party happening, man.

- And I've got a fucking six-pack! - Shh!

It's a kegger, bud, and you still need a date, man.

- Yeah, if you're gonna hang out with us. - Hey, I can get a date!

- (Glass shattering) - Oh, shit!

You certainly got a party happening!

My office.

Watch your step.

(Tim) 'Yeah, yeah. So, check this.

'It busts all over the stairs and guess who's standing right behind him?

- 'Your mom.' - (Michael) No way!

So, my mom actually caught him?

'Hell, yeah, he's probably in her office right now getting spanked, the little dork.'

So, he's still driving, right?

'He better be. I'm not walking up to Lovers Lane.'

- Who's his date? - 'Who's yours?'

Oh, look, man, my mom's home. No, I gotta bounce, dude.

- 'Hey, look, Mike...' - I don't wanna hear about her right now.

Look, just meet me at the Speedy Mart at nine o'clock.

- And don't leave me hanging, alright? - 'Whatever man, peace.'

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

(Radio) 'Police have still failed to apprehend escaped murderer Ray Hennessy,

'Hennessy, convicted 13 years ago

for the Valentine's Day slaying of a young couple

'at a remote road known as Lovers Lane.

'Murdered during an alleged affair,

'one of those victims, Harriet Anderson,

'was the wife of current Neston County sheriff, Tom Anderson.

'The other slain victim, Ward Lamson, is survived by his wife, Penny Lamson,

'who is now Principal at Quinly Senior High School.

- 'Both victims left behind...' - Hey.

What are you doing outside?

- Look, I just wanted to say that... - No, you get back in the house right now.

I'm sorry.

(Man) Hey, listen...

(Indistinct chattering)

Cathy, I got another gutter ball.

Jannelle, that's all you get. Sorry.

Oh, hey, Doug, did you talk to Michael?

Um, no, no. I... I haven't.

Hey, uh... You know that... that hook guy... right?

- The hook? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I know that story.

Cathy, you know that story about the hook guy?

- (Cathy) Yeah, like in girl scouts? - Yeah, yeah.

So, that guy, he gets blown up, but he doesn't die.

But his face gets all melted and nasty-looking.

Ooh, just like you!

(Jannelle) Yeah, so his hand gets blown off, and it's just, like, this shredded stump.

Stump, that's something you'd know all about, huh, Doug?

It really happened! The hook's out, he went over a wall today.

No, no, no, no, the way I heard it was that he escaped in a laundry truck.

Like, with dirty sheets pulled over him...

He killed Todd Hasting's father.

I saw Todd in the office, his mom was crying,

I even saw an ambulance on the way here!

That's sick. Doug, you're sick!

You know, I think something like that happened to Michael.

- Yeah, it happens everywhere, Jannelle. - Did I mention he left a note?

What'd it say?

It said that he'd meet us at the kegger tonight.

- Oh, shit. - You are such a dream.

- (Janelle) No, you're a dweeb! - (Cathy) Oh, my God!

OK, OK!

Alright, I was kidding about the note, but everything else was true, I swear!

(Brad) What are you doing?

Take a wild guess.

(Brad) Well, cool it, would you? We're gonna get in a shitload of trouble.

Alright? Just...

He's not gonna do anything.

My uncle is the sheriff.

And my dad is not gonna let him touch me.

So, just relax.

Oh, man!

Oh, la, la, la!

- Hey, how are you doing? - Hey.

What?

God, I wish I was her daddy.

(Tom) Jack Grefe? Why?

(David) Look at her, she's just about screwing him right in front of us.

Yeah, so what about being Jack?

So, if I was Jack,

I'd get to spank her when she got home.

(Laughing)

And I'd get to bust your perverted ass.

(Laughing)

Look, I need you to keep an eye on Chloe for me, alright?

- With pleasure. - No, seriously.

This guy, we think he's after Grefe,

and I don't want Chloe caught in the crossfire, alright?

- You've got it, Chief. - Right.

I'll see you.

Hey, pumpkin, how you doing?

- Hi, Daddy. - Are you OK?

- You need some money or something? - No, I'm fine.

Alright.

Try and get home before dark, alright? I worry about you.

- Hey, look who jumped bail! - What's wrong with her?

I can't believe she has the nerve to come here all by herself.

Alright, dick, looks like your date for tonight.

I don't get why you guys are so mean to her, she's really nice.

- (Phone ringing) - (Penny) Hello?

Oh, hi, Mom.

No, no, no, I'm... I'm fine, I just...

Yeah.

No, I'm fine...

Mom, no, I don't think he's gonna get...

Mom, please.

Please, listen, I don't think he's gonna do that. I think he's long gone by now.

Yeah, OK, listen, I've gotta go, I'll call you later.

- OK. - (Beeping)

(Breathing heavily)

Ooh, hey.

It's nice to see you again.

(Purring)

(Breathing heavily)

Yeah...

Ooh!

Hey, cutie...

- Hi, there. - Holy shit!

Oh, relax, Dougie, your secret's safe with me.

What the hell do you want?

I want to get even with Michael for dumping me.

And I wanna have some fun.

- Well, uh... - Brad and I are going up to Lovers Lane.

Make sure that Michael finds us there.

OK.

(♪ Romantic music playing on car radio)

Yeah! Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

Alright.

Tim.

What's up?

The fuck you doing, man?

What, this? Her?

- That's Michael's girl. - Not anymore.

Whatever, man.

Tim...

I don't need this.

Shit.

(Sigh)

I have to ask you a favor.

OK, what?

You know, uh...

You're looking really, really fine tonight.

I like the way, uh... the color of your sweatshirt brings out your skin.

It's green.

(Sigh)

OK, I'm gonna tell you something,

but you gotta promise... you gotta promise that it'll die with you, OK?

You gotta promise that no matter what you say,

you're not gonna tell anyone that I even asked.

Why don't you just tell me what you want?

I need a date, you know, for tonight, like, right now.

What's your rush?

Well see, it's... it's that I made this bet,

- and... - Wait a second, Romeo!

What kind of a loser line is that?

No, it's the truth, I swear.

- I'm serious. - No way.

OK, OK.

Let's be straight with each other.

When was the last time someone asked you out on a date?

None of your business.

It's been six months for me.

OK.

So, we help each other out.

I win my bet, your popularity pegs up a little.

Our dry spells are over.

(Knocking)

Come in.

Hey, good night, hon, I'm gonna turn in now.

Good night.

Michael, I'm sorry that I got so short with you earlier,

but I did have to suspend you.

Yeah. Yeah, I understand, it's cool.

OK. Night.

Uh, Mom?

Yeah?

Is there something going on that I don't know about?

You know, because if there is, I mean, you can talk to me, you know?

Yeah, I...

Michael, there is something that I should've told you about your father a long time ago.

What about Dad?

He would've been very proud of you.

(Chuckles)

Really? Thanks.

OK.

- I'll see you in the morning, OK? - OK, good night.

(Chloe) Hey, pull over, I gotta go do something.

I'm telling you, we don't need beer.

I'm not here for the beer.

Meet me around back.

How's it going?

(Indistinct chatter on police radio)

(Door squeaking)

Chloe?

Hey. Hey... Chloe?

(Heavy breathing)

(Grunting)

(Knocking)

Hey, you know, Michael, I was...

Oh, my God, Michael! Michael...

(Indistinct chatter on police radio)

(Engine starting)

Woo-hoo!

- Shit! - Why do you drive like that?

Guys... What took you so long? Shit.

- Oh, my God! - Let's go.

- Doug, what's she doing here? - Oh chill, this is my date.

No, you just go ahead, OK.

No, no, no. No, Michael, please stay.

No, it's cool, it's cool, it's cool. Scoot over.

Alright!

It's party time! Woo-hoo!

Look.

Mike's a friend of mine.

And that's the whole point, isn't it?

(Kissing, heavy breathing)

(Thud)

Did you hear something?

Oh, come on! Don't tell me that you're scared.

- Shit, no! I just... - Just relax, OK?

What?

Jesus, what are you doing?

Self-actualizing.

I... I can't.

Look, in case you haven't noticed,

I happen to be the best piece of ass in this town.

Now, how is it gonna sound when I tell everyone in school that...

you're just another big mouth with a limp dick?

Hmm?

(Moaning)

(Thud)

- We're leaving. - No!

You are gonna fuck me right now or I'm gonna kill your faggot ass.

(Car approaching)

Hello.

Hi! What are you doing here? What time is it?

We haven't found him yet, we've got roadblocks up...

Wait, wait, wait a minute. How did you know he was missing?

What do you mean, how did I know? I'm the one who came to...

- No, no, no. No, Michael is missing. - Michael is missing?

- Yes. - How long?

I don't know, I've looked all over town for him.

Lacey, put on an all call, I wanna know if anybody's seen Michael Lamson.

He's 5'11", he's 16 years old, blonde and blue and...

- What was he wearing? - I don't know.

- Let me know. - (Lacey) 'Will do, Chief.'

This must've been hard for you to come here.

No, where else could I go? You're the sheriff.

Oh, Penny!

I wish we could get past this issue, it's so old, but...

Don't you know that night was just, it was... It was fate, it was bad luck

that Harriet and Ward were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Ward was cheating on you.

No, Ward was not cheating on me.

Yes, he was and Harriet was cheating on me.

- You just accept that? - Yes, I accept that.

I have to because they found...

They found evidence.

Come on, please, can't we get past this?

This time, it will be our kids.

Jesus H. Christ!

What, you think this guy is on a vendetta? Is that what you think?

- That's just plain crazy. - Where's Mandy?

Mandy's at home, why?

Call her.

Why?

Just call her.

Alright.

(Dialing)

(Phone ringing)

(Laughing)

Guys, I don't think we should be here.

What, are you fucking kidding me, man?

Nothing makes women hotter than a little danger.

Oh, yes! That's what I'm talking about.

Doug, isn't that Brad's car?

I don't know, uh... Maybe it is.

Hey fuck you, man! You know what Brad's car looks like, and that's it.

- Alright, I guess so. - That fucking prick!

- Yo, let's roust his ass. - Yeah! Let's get him, whoo!

Where is he?

Go! You go first.

Um, Michael...

- You still like her, don't you? - Who, Chloe?

- Yeah. - Yeah, right!

Well, I mean, she's a complete bitch, but it's still sweet you care.

Oh, my God, it's so obvious.

Like, the only reason why you're not out there with Tim

is cos you still wanna get in her panties.

- Cath... - This is so pathetic.

- Oh, the lesbo librarian speaks. - Shut up, Cathy.

Whatever. This is so stupid.

Shit!

- Come on, just a few more steps. - Jesus!

- My God! - Jesus Christ, you guys.

- Shit! - Timmy, Timmy?

Something's fuckin' wrong here!

- It's all fucked up! - Timmy?

- He's out there. - No!

- Who's out? - He's out there, I don't know.

He's out there, you guys, I don't know what's going on.

Tim! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

I'm dying.

It was just one kiss!

(Laughs)

You're such an asshole.

- Look at her face! - Come on.

We're gonna roust.

Oh! I... I hate you.

Tim... You are such an asshole!

So, this is what you guys do for entertainment?

(♪ Music playing on car radio)

It's the police!

He's fucking not even here, man.

Hey, Brad...

So, uh... what's up with you and Doug?

It's strictly desperation.

No, he's a cool guy.

At least he talks to me.

Hello?

Hey! Where are you?

Oh, shit! Doug, check out the make-up, man!

Oh, you fucks!

Come on, get up, we could have a party going on right over here.

- Come on, you guys! - Alright, quit fucking around, Brad.

(Nervous laughter)

Come on.

- (Screams) Oh, no! - Oh, fuck!

Oh, shit!

Come on! Cathy, fucking...

Let's go!

Come on, we've got to get to the car! Come on!

Gotta get to the car!

Come on!

(Laughs) Very funny, guys!

Get in the car! You guys get in the fucking car, I'm not joking!

We've gotta get the fuck out of here, man!

- (Engine choking) - I don't know what's going on!

(Splattering, screaming)

(Indistinct shouting, screaming)

(Indistinct shouting, screaming)

Tim! We've got to go back to get Tim!

Why Tim? Shut the fuck up!

(Screaming)

Slow down!

Slow down!

(Doug) What are you doing? You guys, slow the fuck down!

(Screaming)

(Glass shattering)

(Horn beeping)

Excuse me.

We're looking for Michael Lamson and Mandy Anderson.

Michael's, um... what, he's 5'11 ", he's got blonde hair,

good-looking guy.

Mandy's about 5'3", dark curly hair, sometimes wears glasses.

Nothing?

Oh, fuck!

(Grunting)

Is everyone OK?

Doug, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fucking OK.

I don't know, dude, I'm OK, but...

(Doug) Goddammit, I can't move my leg!

Come here, somebody help me.

Doug, Doug, are you OK, man?

Goddammit, don't touch my leg!

Come on, we've gotta go, dude, we've gotta go!

I can't move it, I'm in pain, motherfucker!

(Michael) We'll be fucking dead if we don't leave, come on!

Jannelle, listen to me.

Take him, alright? We'll catch up with you.

Help... Help him get out of here, OK?

You take him to the farm, OK?

Where's Tim?

He's dead, he's fucking dead!

Cathy, goddammit, let's go!

I wanna be with Tim, I wanna be with Tim!

- Cathy, come on, come on! - Leave me alone.

Cathy, go, go! Michael, come on!

- I gotta get the flashlight! - Michael, leave it!

- It's the fucking only thing we've got! - Michael!

(Screaming)

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

Fuck, come on! Go!

What do you mean?

You mean I embarrass you?

Nothing.

Over there.

Listen, it's my business if I want a beer or two or...

Or six.

Shut up, please. Please... Please just, shh.

Shut up, please!

- Hey, Arnold, how are you doing? - Nice night, Sheriff.

We're looking for Michael and Mandy, have you seen 'em?

Uh, no.

(Tom) What do you suppose I'd find if I gave you a blood test right now, Arnold?

- Nothing, of course. - Yeah, right!

Shut up, I'm not talking to you. Where are they?

How would I know?

I'm gonna give you one last chance to answer me, right now!

I saw them earlier with Tim, they were in party mode.

Where were they headed?

Try Lovers Lane, if you can find it. (Giggles)

Look, just call Tim on his cell phone.

But you might wanna wait, because... I think Michael's getting laid right now!

- Hey! - Ow!

Come on, come on!

(Laughing)

Ow!

I need you to call the Walton house for me.

I need Tim's cell phone number.

If he's not there, call the phone company for me, alright?

(Radio) 'Copy, Sheriff.

'Did you check out the disturbance at the bowling alley?'

Yeah, I, uh... I know about it. Out.

(Beeping)

(Grunting, panting)

(Michael) Come on, come on!

- Why aren't the dogs barking? - I don't know.

This is not good.

You check the window lock, OK?

Great! Phone's dead.

Hey, look what I found.

- Oh, good. - I know, but it's only got two shells.

- (Screaming) - Fuck, it's Jannelle!

- Doug? - Michael!

His leg is broken, he can't take another step.

Doug, drink this.

- The whole thing? - It's just like any other Friday night.

- What the hell are you guys doing? - We're trying to get us out of here.

(Sobs) I'll drink to that.

Will these work?

- Yeah, but take the heads off. - OK.

- I got some towels. - OK, I need you to rip them to strips, OK?

(Coughing)

Goddammit!

God, what are you, like, a girl scout or something?

Look, the really gross part, OK?

Michael, I need you to hold him under the arms.

Fuck, it hurts.

Jannelle, I need you to distract him.

- Distract him from what? - Well, we need to set the bone.

- Oh, God. - Yeah, just keep his mind occupied, OK?

- How? - I don't know, just think of something!

- Everything is gonna be chill, bro. - What's going on?

(Michael) We're just going to set your leg, OK?

So, like, Doug, who's your favorite teacher?

- What? - Just have another drink, Doug.

I mean, I hardly know you!

Goddammit, don't touch me!

- Doug, don't look at them, look at me! - Don't touch my fucking leg!

- Chill, chill! - Michael, hold him!

Doug!

Holy shit!

(Bones crunching, he screams)

Damn! (Groaning)

He passed out.

What can I say?

Your body's a real knockout.

(Tom) Lacy, you there?

- (Lacy) 'Go ahead, Sheriff.' - (Tom) Did you get that number for me yet?

'No answer at Tim's house,

'but I got the phone company looking for his cellphone number.'

- What about the road blocks, any word? - 'No.

'You know, I haven't been able to get a hold of car 54.'

Well, I'm at Grefe's house now,

so tell him to call me when he checks in, alright?

'10-4, Sheriff, will do.'

(Doorbell ringing)

OK, Jannelle, try to wake him up,

and Michael and I are gonna go to the barn to see if there's a car.

- No, no, no, please don't leave me. - Jannelle, it's OK.

If he's here, he's gonna see us go to the barn.

Alright? He's not gonna come in here after you.

How do you know?

(Exhales) Cos he's after Michael and me.

What?

Whoa, wait a second.

What are you trying to say here, huh?

You don't think it was just some coincidence that he was up there tonight, do you?

You're fucking crazy, you know that?

What about... What about Tim and Cathy, huh?

They were just in the way, Michael!

Don't you see?

This is just like it was before with my mom and your dad!

My dad died of a heart attack.

Your dad was murdered at Lovers Lane by that bastard out there.

(Michael) Fuck you!

(Crying) Fuck you, OK? Fuck you!

Who told you about your dad? Your mom, right?

What are you doing, Mandy?

Yeah, what the fuck are you doing, Mandy?

Look, I saw it, OK? I was four years old!

And they took my mom away in a body bag, and then they came for your dad!

So, what are you trying to say, huh?

That my dad and your mom were a thing, huh?

Michael, you really don't know?

Yes, they were a thing, they were a hot item in high school.

My dad's convinced they were having an affair, but I know that's a lie.

How would you know?

You were only four years old!

You think your dad was a good guy, right?

Yes, I know he was.

How would you know, Michael? You were only four.

So, what is this, huh? Is this, like, history repeating itself?

(Sighs) Yeah.

Why?

I don't know, Michael. Obsession?

The guy is crazy, ask my uncle.

All I know is that if we don't find a car, we're going to die here!

So, will you please help me?

(Takes deep breaths)

(Cat yowling)

(Tom) Jesus Christ!

Goddamn cat!

(Gasping) Oh!

Oh, God!

It's me, it's me!

Goddammit, you almost got shot!

You almost got stabbed!

What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the car!

- I got worried. - How did you get in?

- Under the mat. - Perfect.

I ought to be the sheriff.

Be my guest.

(Panting)

There it is.

- (Mandy) OK, I see it. - OK, OK.

- You go left, OK? And I'm gonna go right. - OK.

Go.

Whoa! Fuck, you're supposed to go left!

Well, if I'm gonna go left, then give me the gun!

Why? You don't even know how to use a gun!

- Well, I'm the girl! - So?

Well, you didn't exactly look like Wyatt Earp yourself back there in the house, OK?

- God. - OK, fine, fine! Right.

- We'll go together, OK? - Good.

Just don't trip, OK?

How the hell do farmers see in this shit?

They probably know where the light switch is, Michael.

- Wait! - (Grunting)

Did you hear that?

I heard something.

- That's just the sound of your sweating. - Shut up, I'm serious.

(Screaming)

(Pig squealing)

- (Mandy) Are you OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Shit!

It's a stupid pig!

Jeez, Michael, you almost shot Babe!

Yeah, and I just used our last shell, too!

Oh, just great, just great! We have juice and no keys!

Check the glove box.

Oh, look what I found.

- Oh, cool, how's the key situation? - Nothing.

Shit, shit, shit!

Here, give me this.

Here, take this from me. Shine it down here, alright?

Since when does a straight A student know how to hotwire a car?

Auto shop.

Dougie, wake up! Dougie, please, please, please, wake up.

- Come on, Dougie. - (Creaking)

No, no, no, no.

- No, no, no, no. - (Clattering)

No! Dougie?

Please.

Huh... no.

(Yelping)

No, no...

(Panting)

Michael?

(Screaming)

(Panting)

(Gasping)

(Groaning)

Look...

I didn't do anything.

I mean, I know... I know you're pissed off,

but, um... whatever it is,

it wasn't me.

I just wanted to get laid.

That's all.

Hey...

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, this is not what I had in mind!

Please!

(Screaming) Oh, God!

Dammit!

No!

(Screaming)

(Michael) OK, I want you to put your foot down here, right?

And when I say, "Hit it," you hit it.

What do you think?

- Hey, watch out! - Sorry!

- Red or green? - I don't know, green!

Red!

(Engine choking)

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hit the gas.

- Michael? - (Engine running)

- Don't overflood it! - Michael!

- Don't flood it. - Michael, he's in here! Get in the car!

Michael!

Get in the car!

- He's here? - Wait, wait!

- Why? - You have to wait!

- No, I'm fucking going! - Wait!

OK, now.

- Holy fuck! - (Screaming)

Oh, fuck!

What the fuck was that?

Let's go, follow me!

Let's go!

Fuck, come on!

(Panting)

Oh, my God!

Fuck!

Jannelle? Jannelle!

- Jannelle! - We've got to go!

- We have to find her! - She's dead, dammit!

Like Cathy?

Fine, check upstairs.

Jannelle!

Jannelle, Jannelle!

Jannelle!

Jannelle, Jannelle!

Jannelle, Jannelle!

Oh, God! Oh...

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

(Sobbing)

Michael!

- (Michael) Come on! - (Mandy) Dammit!

- It's locked! Come on! - Oh...

Michael, come on!

(Screaming)

Michael!

(Groaning)

Line drive, bitch.

Go get something to block this door, OK?

Oh, shit!

Oh, God!

(Grunting)

(Screaming)

I need some matches! Find me some matches!

(Gas hissing)

- (Screaming) - (Michael) Hurry!

(Mandy) Here!

- What are you doing? - Duct tape, I need duct tape!

Hurry!

Shit!

Go to the car!

Michael, what about you?

- This fucker killed my dad! - So what?

So, I want him dead!

- I'm not leaving without you! - Go to the fucking car!

(Mandy) Michael!

(Michael) Go! Fucking go!

(Mandy) Oh, my God!

(Michael) Burn, motherfucker!

(Tom) You check the study, and I'll look in Jack's bedroom.

You know anything about Jack and a girlfriend?

Michael gave that bear to Chloe.

Tom, come here.

(Tom) What?

(Penny) This is Mandy.

It's my wife.

(Mandy as a girl) 'Dear Mommy.

'Happy Valentine's Day!

'I love you.

'Love, Mandy.'

- (Mandy) Oh, my God, Michael! - (Michael) Holy, shit!

What do we do?

I don't know, Michael. Everyone we know is dead.

Oh, my God, it moved!

If we move her, she might die. Don't move her!

Well, if we don't move her, she's going to die!

- Help me! - Shit, we're gonna help you!

- We're gonna get you help, Chloe! - Somebody help Brad!

Honey, don't worry about it, OK? We're just gonna get you to hospital.

- Grab her by the shoulders. - Oh, shit!

- Brad! - Brad is fucking dead, Chloe!

No, Brad is alive, and he's at Lovers Lane!

I swear, Michael, I'm so sorry!

- It's alright, it's alright. - I'm so sorry, but you have to help Brad.

It's OK.

Shit!

Shit.

- Hurry up, Mandy, hurry up! - Coming!

- Have you got anything yet? - No, it just keeps ringing.

- (Mandy) Where's Brad's car? - (Michael) I don't know.

(Phone ringing)

Michael, stop. Stop!

- (Phone ringing) - Did you hear that?

No, what?

Mandy, where are you going?

Mandy!

I don't want to die like this.

Chloe, you're not gonna die, alright?

Will you please stay with me?

I promise, OK? I promise.

(Phone keeps ringing)

- Hello? - Mandy?

- Daddy? - 'Mandy, is that you? Mandy?'

Oh, my God, Daddy, everybody is dead!

- Everybody is dead! - Pumpkin, where are you?

- (Screaming) Michael! - Mandy!

(Screaming)

Oh, my God!

Nobody dumps me! Fuck!

Fuck! (Groaning in pain)

- What was that? - Mandy, dammit! It was Mandy!

- 'Mandy? Mandy?' - (Screaming)

Michael!

(Mandy) Oh, God!

Oh, Michael!

(Screaming)

Hello, Mandy.

Shit!

(Groans) Fuck!

You're beautiful.

You're so much like your mother.

(Crying) You killed her!

It was his fault!

He interrupted me!

I was trying to make your mother see how I felt about her.

And she wouldn't listen, she started yelling!

And he came in...

Ward Lamson, the big man...

Well, I took care of him!

But... you were there.

You were there, you saw it all.

You saw it all, and you started screaming!

- And screaming, and screaming! - (Screaming)

- Son of a bitch! - Chloe!

- Take that, bitch! - (Screaming) Fuck!

Shit!

Fuck, yearbook photos!

Dammit, Daddy, look at my face!

You... You said that you were gonna help me!

I was the one that took care of Doug and that slut, Jannelle!

The least that you could do is get rid of Miss goodie-two-shoes

and my soon to be very ex-boyfriend.

Daddy?

Daddy, are you OK?

Did those bastards hurt you?

Here, hold still while I take this thing off, OK?

Oh...

(Screaming)

Don't you know I love you?

- I love you! Don't you see that? - Good God!

I'm the only one who ever has loved you!

No one else has ever loved you like I love you!

- I love you! - (Screaming)

You sick motherfucker!

(Screaming)

- (Michael) Come on! - (Mandy) Oh, my God!

- Come on! - Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

- Oh, God! Oh... - Oh shit, oh shit!

Michael? Michael!

Michael, Michael!

- Michael! - Shit!

(Screaming)

My baby...

(Roaring in anger)

Michael, Michael!

(Screaming)

(Gunshot)

Little brother Tommy.

(Gunshot)

(Sobbing)

Michael, Michael! Get up, Michael!

Mandy, Michael, get out of here!

Michael!

Son of a bitch.

(Grunting)

(Sinister laugh)

(Grunting in pain)

- Oh, baby, it's over. - (Sobbing) God!

It's over.

Sweetheart?

That's it. That's it, get up.

- Come on. Get up, Michael. - Michael, come on!

- Well, I'll, uh... I'll check in the car. - Right.

Are you done with these two?

- Yeah. - Alright, you guys, let's get you home.

Dad, I just want to say that...

I knew Mom never cheated on you.

I don't believe it.

Your brother, I... I still don't believe it.

So, the guy with the hook, he... he was just some crazy guy?

Jack had 13 years to work on him.

Who knows what he is now.

Sheriff, squad car is here.

You guys go with the deputy, I'll be right behind you.

Take 'em home!

'You promised you wouldn't tell her.'

(♪ SEXWITHSARAH: "Spread")

♪ I don't need to justify anything to you

♪ I don't need to justify anything to you

♪ I was lost as I spread my disease

♪ I got a culprit crying, "Motherf*" down on his knees

♪ You spread yourself open and begin to see

♪ The president opened up, he let me in

♪ Get down

♪ Spread

♪ Get down

♪ Spread

♪ There's no one who can stop me

♪ I've always wanted to kill everything I see

♪ Give me pleasure, see my soul

♪ I don't want to go home

♪ Get down

♪ Spread

♪ Get down

♪ Spread

♪ I think you weren't clear

♪ Getting hard to clear

♪ I think you weren't clear

♪ Get down

♪ Spread

♪ Get down

♪ Spread

♪ The line we lost has been a disease

♪ And I can get everything that I need

♪ I'm Generation X in a fucked up situation

♪ And I can't stop this way

♪ Get down

♪ Spread

♪ Get down

♪ Spread ♪