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(panting and grunting noises)

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- [Operator] Thank you for calling Paradise Hotel.

My name is Jean. How may I help you?

- It's late.

They're probably asleep,

that or busy doing something I don't even wanna think about.

- [Mrs. Blyworth] Hello?

- Hi, Mrs. Blyworth,

this is Miriam Oster,

my family and I are patients of your husband's.

- [Mrs. Blyworth] Hold on.

Honey, would you wake up please?

There's some kid on the phone.

- [Dr. Blyworth] Hello, this is Dr. Blyworth.

Who did you say you were again?

- I'm Miriam Oster, Robert and Julia's daughter.

- [Dr. Blyworth] Oh yes. What can I do for you, Miriam?

- It's it's my brother Vince.

He's a patient of yours as well.

He's not feeling very well and I don't know.

- [Dr. Blyworth] Miriam, it is late.

Why don't you have your parents call my office

in the morning and schedule an appointment

and I'll see your brother then,

but if it's an emergency,

I suggest you tell your parents to take Vince to the ER.

I can follow up with the hospital in the morning

for your brother's status.

- See they're out of town for the weekend

and they left me in charge

and they really don't wanna be bothered,

so I need to handle this myself.

He, it, it just started tonight, right after dinner.

He said his stomach was hurting

and so I gave him some of that pink stuff

and told him to go lay down

and he seemed to be doing fine until a few hours ago.

That's when the fever hit

and has gone up each hour ever since.

So you see, I really can't contact my parents

or they will never trust me to watch Vince again.

- [Dr. Blyworth] I see.

Why don't you take your brother to the ER by yourself?

If I remember correctly, you're 16 now, correct?

- Yes, doctor, I am 16,

but I only have my permit right now.

See, my parents are taking me

to get my driving test next week.

Plus, even if I did have my license,

my parents took the only car.

So you see, I couldn't take Vince to the ER

even if I could or wanted to.

(Dr. Blyworth speaking indistinctly to Mrs. Blyworth)

- [Mrs. Blyworth] Doesn't she know what time it is?

- [Dr. Blyworth] What if the kid's dying?

(Mrs. Blyworth speaking indistinctly to Dr. Blyworth)

- [Dr. Blyworth] Shut up. Go to sleep, go to sleep.

- [Mrs. Blyworth] Fine. - [Dr. Blyworth] All right.

Okay, Miriam, I tell you what

I don't make house calls,

not for years now, but because of your situation,

I'll make an exception this time.

What's your address?

- Okay. It's 1709 Manning Street,

and thank you so much.

- [Dr. Blyworth] Okay. Got it. See you in 30 minutes.

- What a jerk.

(footsteps hitting floor)

(stairs creaking)

(crinkling packaging)

- Hey Vince, you awake?

- What?

- I'm sorry to wake you,

but I thought we should take your temperature again.

Here, make sure it's under your tongue.

- Well what is it?

Because I think I'm feeling a little better now.

- Well, looks like it's going up,

so I guess you'll need this.

(packaging crinkling)

- Wow, thanks! Red! It's my favorite.

- Oh, I have some good news.

- Mom and dad are coming home?

- No, not that.

I talked to Dr. Blyworth and he said he's gonna come

and have a look at you.

- Still, I think it's a good idea

to have mom and dad come home.

- No, this is fine.

I promised mom and dad that I could handle watching you

and the house for the weekend while they go off

and have a weekend alone together.

- Well, I still think you should at least call mom and dad

and let them know what's going on.

- No, this is fine.

The doctor will come over

and give you something to feel better,

and then we won't have to wake mom and dad up at this hour.

By the time they get home on Sunday,

you'll be feeling better and no one will be the wiser.

- What if Dr. Blyworth mentions something to mom and dad

at one of our next appointments,

then how are you going to explain to them

that I had a bad fever and you didn't call them?

Hey, where are you going?

- Downstairs.

I can't hear Dr. Blyworth when he gets here

if I'm upstairs in your room,

but don't worry, he said he wouldn't take long,

and if he is taking awhile,

then I'll come up and check on you in a little while, okay?

- Oh, okay.

(traffic passing by)

(upbeat music)

- [Commercial 1] With only half the calories

of our regular yogurt, your digestive system will

- [Commercial 2] Four wheel drive and towing package

comes standard.

That's right. It's Texas tough!

- [Commercial 3] Startin' to smell funny.

I mean, is that what old age does to people?

(TV audience laughter)

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(Vince screaming)

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(Miriam gasping)

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- Vince?

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(Miriam screaming)

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(footsteps approaching)

(knocking on door)

- Vince? You in there?

(knocking on door)

- You okay?

Vince, I'm coming in.

- [Vince] No don't come in! I'm using the bathroom nosy!

- Okay.

Well, if you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen, okay?

- [Vince] Okay!

(suspenseful music)

- This is getting ridiculous.

(Miriam groaning)

- Come on!

(security camera static atmospherics)

- Mr. Henderson.

If only you could see me now.

(door creaking)

(upbeat rock music)

♪ You came alone ♪

♪ Looking so perfect ♪

♪ And stole away my heart and soul ♪

♪ Look don't you know ♪

♪ I've got a life to maintain ♪

♪ But when I see you I just lose control ♪

♪ Who do you think you are ♪

♪ You make me weak right from the start ♪

♪ Who do you think you are ♪

(rock music fading to suspenseful music)

- Hey Miriam. How's it going?

- Pretty good, Mr. Henderson.

Nice day, huh?

- Yeah, but it sure is a hot one.

Look, I brought you something cold to drink.

- Oh, thanks,

but I already have a drink over there.

- Go on, take it.

Heck, you've been out here a while now and

I bet that drink of yours is getting pretty warm.

(suspenseful music)

- So how's your summer going?

- You know, thanks so much for the drink,

but I really have to finish scrubbing this car

before the it dries and get watermarks on everything.

(suspenseful music)

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

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- What am I talking about?

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(Miriam sighing)

- Where is he?

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(heavy knocking on door)

- Finally!

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- Finally!

(Miriam screaming)

- Doctor!

Are you okay?

- I still know about this, man.

- Say what?

- I said, I still don't know about this.

You cut that guy in cold blood.

- You worry too fucking much.

Besides, it's like I told you,

there is some major shit in that house

she that we can get some major coinage for.

So why the fuck are you bitchin'?

- I didn't sign up for this murdering shit.

It's one thing to go inside someone's house

and steal their shit,

but it's another to kill somebody.

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- Do you want your part of the take or not?

- I never said I didn't.

- Well, you might as well have said you didn't.

I mean, you're sitting over there

fucking bitching and fucking moaning and whining

because I cut some asshole's throat

that you don't even fucking know.

- It doesn't matter if I know 'em or not.

I, you could have tied him up.

- Listen, it's like I say,

there's some major shit up in that house.

All right?

We saw the parents leave this morning.

They took their suitcases, right?

What does that tell you?

They're gonna be gone at least one whole night,

maybe even the whole mother fuckin' weekend,

my friend.

Right? Follow me?

- [Nick] Yeah.

Well that gives us plenty of time to go in there

- and take what we want,

and there's more in that house than just some shit

that we can sell at the pawn shop, buddy.

Remember the little 15, 16 year old chick?

All nice, young, firm, tight, white,

pink all in the right places?

Huh?

Well see, I want to have a little fun with that too.

Now you think the old fucker on the front porch there,

you think he was gonna, was gonna just stand by, huh,

and let us go in and do whatever the fuck we wanted?

Hell no.

- Okay. You're right.

You're right.

- You're Goddamn right.

I'm always right.

(suspenseful music)

- Did you see that?

That was crazy. - What are we watching?

- That? Oh, I don't know.

I was just flipping channels.

(suspenseful music)

- We always watch what you wanna watch.

- What I wanna watch?

- Yeah. What you wanna watch.

- We can watch what you want to watch.

- What's that cost?

- You know.

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- I know. - You know.

We always do what I want to do,

but when we want to, do what you want to do.

(lips smacking)

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(lips smacking)

(door creaking)

(lips smacking)

(suspenseful tones)

- What that?

- I heard something.

(bed creaking)

- There's people here, man.

There's people and they're fuckin'!

- There's nobody here.

- Yeah. There's people here, dude.

You told me nobody would be here.

(woman moaning)

- You see?

- All right.

- Okay. You told me there would be nobody here.

- We're here to do a job.

Relax.

Get your shit together

and you're gonna make a buck tonight.

(woman moaning)

- Fuck that dude.

We can't even take their shit. - Now!

You are either in or you are out.

(dog barking)

(woman moaning)

- I'm not worried.

(woman moaning)

(woman moaning)

(woman moaning)

(suspenseful music)

(woman screaming)

- You didn't have to kill him, man.

What the fuck are you doing dude?

(woman screaming) - It's what we do.

- No it's not what we do!

- Shut up, bitch!

(woman screaming)

- This is what we do, boy.

- Leave her alone, man.

- This is what we do, boy. Now you're in it.

- Let her alone!

- Now you're in it.

- We're gonna fucking go to jail, man.

- This is how we get it done.

- You're killing people, dude.

- Don't forget, I am right.

I'm always right.

(suspenseful music)

(man panting)

- You're fucking killing people!

(suspenseful music)

(door slamming)

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(woman crying)

(woman screaming)

(man panting)

- Dry up, boy.

Earn your keep. Fill that up.

It's the reason we came here.

(door opening)

- All right, boy. Get at it. Fill it up.

Daylight's coming.

- Look at yourself, dude.

I mean, you didn't come here to kill people.

- [Rock] Just focus and quit sniffling.

We got work to do.

- Focus? Fuck man. - [Rock] Hard part's over.

- You didn't tell me you were gonna kill those people.

- I didn't know. I had to check in with you.

Get the bag out, fill it up.

Let's get the pay-off.

Focus, little man.

(drawers opening)

(police sirens wailing)

- Shit, man!

(police sirens wailing)

- Fuck, it's the fucking police dude!

- All right. - We're fucked dude!

- Relax. - Relax, my ass!

- Relax! - It's the fucking cops, man!

What are you gonna do now?

We're gonna go to fucking prison, dude.

- You're not going to prison.

- We're fucked man!

- Hey, hey.

I ain't going to prison. (police sirens wailing)

- And how in the fuck are you gonna goddamn

get out of that? - I am not going to prison.

And neither are you.

(police sirens wailing)

- Come on!

(police sirens wailing)

- The sun's up now man.

We are fucked! We are fucked!

It's your goddamn fault. - Keep your mouth shut!

- No, you! Fucking listen to me.

- Keep your mouth shut!

- If you hadn't goddamn taken your time in there

goddamn. - Keep your mouth shut!

- What the fuck you're doing with the goddamn whore!

- We'll be fine!

(police sirens wailing)

- You'll be fine!

(police sirens wailing)

- Follow me.

Come on boy.

(police sirens wailing)

(police sirens wailing)

(suspenseful music)

- [Policeman] Freeze motherfucker!

- [Policewoman] Put your hands on your head!

- You got us caught dude.

- [Policewoman] Put your hands on your head!

We don't wanna shoot you, but we will!

- Go on boy, get out!

You know I'm right!

You want me? I ain't going back!

Make it happen!

- Drop your weapon now!

- Put your hands on your head!

- Give me the weapon!

- Drop the weapon! Put your hands on your head!

(gun shooting repeatedly)

(suspenseful music)

- Go on, boy!

Go on!

- Call it in.

(suspenseful music)

- [Policewoman] Dispatch, this is unit R-42.

We have shots fired.

Suspect down, another on foot

headed west on Queenstown.

We need immediate backup.

(suspenseful music)

- All right.

It's time.

Jam the phone.

- Now let's go.

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- Shoot!

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(knocking on window)

- Hello?

(suspenseful music)

- [Miriam] Call my parents!

(suspenseful music)

- Call my parents please!

(suspenseful music)

- Hi. Can I speak to the Oster's please?

- Vince, wake up!

Hey, Vince.

- What, what's going on?

- It's, it's the doctor,

something's happened to him, okay?

He's hurt bad. Maybe even dead.

We have to get out here.

What are you, what are you talking about, Miriam?

- Remember how I told you that the doctor was gonna come

and have a look at you?

- Yeah, so?

- Well he's here all right,

but someone attacked him before I could get to the door.

He's dead.

- Dead?

- Yes. Now get your butt in gear.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay. Thank you. Thank you.

(suspenseful music)

- Where's, where my clothes at?

- It doesn't matter.

Just get your shoes and let's go!

Come on!

(suspenseful music)

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- You're weak as shit.

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(dog barking)

(suspenseful music)

(bones cracking)

- And that's what happens

when you try to be the goddamn good Samaritan.

Worthless piece of shit.

(suspenseful music)

(door opening)

- Well now, what I tell you?

Nice house. Nice people. Money.

Good shit.

It's like I said,

these people live high on the fuckin' hog man.

Let's look around. - In the kitchen?

- Never underestimate the treasurers

one might find in the goddamn kitchen, man.

Trust me.

See, I knew once this old lady, 80 fuckin' years old, okay.

Up on the top shelf of her goddamn pantry, man,

an old cookie jar covered in cobwebs and dust,

when, when the old bitch kicked the bucket,

$1,000 all tucked away.

She'd forgotten about it probably. She didn't need it.

Why? Cause they old cunt had Medicare and Medicaid

and money and everything else that we never had.

- No shit.

- So look around.

- What the heck.

(cabinets slamming)

(refrigerator door shutting)

- What the hell?

- Chill the fuck out, dude.

It's only fuckin' beer man.

You can help yourself.

- Thanks.

- Well now,

what have we here?

(silver dishes clanking)

- Well fuck my mama.

Check it.

- [Nick] Nice.

- Fuckin' silver, man.

Look at this shit.

These people probably spent more on this goddamn shit

than what I've ever spent on groceries

in my whole fuckin' life.

Put this in the bag.

(items clanking on floor)

(footsteps running)

- Hey Nick.

- Yeah?

- You need to get the old fucker off the porch.

- I was just thinking the same thing.

- Jesus.

Okay. You get his head.

- Right.

- I'll get his feet.

Oh lord Jesus, this guy is heavy.

Christ, did anybody ever tell him

- Jesus! - Not to eat like a pig?

- Live long.

- Man. Jesus.

(door slamming)

- What do you think?

- I don't know, sweetie.

I really don't.

I mean, at first I thought we should try

and sneak down the stairs,

but they locked the door,

and even if it wasn't locked,

they might catch us mid-step and we really don't want that.

- Yeah.

- Besides, they killed Dr. Blyworth,

so I really don't think that they'll mind

doing the same to us.

- What if they already know we're in the house?

- Then we'd probably be the first thing they'd look for

instead of looking for things to steal.

- What do you think they want Miriam?

- Valuable stuff they can sell, like mom's jewelry.

- But, but that's up here with us.

- Yeah, I know.

That's the problem.

Your room's the closest to the stairwell,

maybe we should hide in there

and when they come in here to go to mom and dad's room,

we can come out and go down to the stairwell

and call the police.

- You, you really think that will work?

- I don't know.

(Vince grunting)

- Hey, what's wrong?

- My stomach, it, it really hurts.

- Change of plans.

- What? Why?

- You're burning up.

We have to get out of here.

Come on.

- [Nick] What the hell?

- [John] It's just a beer, man.

Jesus, chill the fuck out.

Can you believe this place?

Fuckin' rich people man,

living like this and my old lady had to work three jobs

just so we could keep the goddamn lights on

half the goddamn time.

They probably got three kids in there somewhere

all going to private schools,

too goddamn good they can go to a public school.

(items clanking around)

- What the fuck is she doing?

- What?

Don't fucking worry about it, dude.

Jesus, look around man.

(faucet running)

(drawers opening)

- Well, Christ and crunch,

these people sure as shit don't keep anything

in the way of goddamn valuables

in their cabinets or anything.

- Yeah. I found nothing either.

- Hey dude. Check it out.

I'm a director man.

(pill bottle rattling)

- Here.

- No seriously man,

think about it man.

I can direct, you know, where the people live,

where the people die,

what the fuck we take from their house.

I mean, how much sweeter can it get?

Man, I'm going to have to go upstairs

there aint' shit down here though.

- All right.

- I don't know, the paintings over here,

portraits or whatever the fuck.

Maybe there were something.

(cup hitting floor loudly)

- The fuck was that?

(suspenseful music)

- What was that?

- Vince!

(suspenseful music)

- All right.

(suspenseful music)

(door closing)

- Shit! That bitch saw me!

- Say what?

- That little bitch saw me!

(suspenseful music)

- So you look worried, why?

- She saw my face.

- Don't worry about it, man.

- What do you mean don't worry about it?

- She won't say anything.

She ain't gonna say anything.

- What do you mean?

- Cause I ain't gonna let her say anything.

- Little girl?

(knocking on door)

- Baby doll, you hear me?

See, I know you're in there

and I want you to stay in there

cause I'm gonna be coming back for you

here just in a few minutes, okay?

And then you and me, well we're gonna have a,

a good time, sort of a,

a Texas hoedown with you being the hoe that goes down.

Hold the door and I'll get this.

(suspenseful music)

- There we go.

Now, remember what I said?

You keep it warm for me cause I'm gonna be back for you.

Upstairs.

- Hope it holds.

- Did you lock the door?

- Yeah. Yeah I did.

- What, what are we going to do?

- Um.

- What Miriam? What?

- I don't know!

I don't know.

Come here.

- You don't know?

- No, I, I.

- I'm scared Miriam.

- I'm scared, too.

I just, I don't know.

We're trapped.

(suspenseful music)

- Well now welcome to Opie's room.

You ever watched that old show with Opie? Fishing pole?

All that good shit?

See that's a problem.

In a boy's room, you ain't gonna find Jack shit

unless you're into goddamn football,

action heroes and racing cars and shit that doesn't matter.

Wild drugs, man!

- Drugs?

- Ah, let's see.

Painkillers. Kid's got a headache.

Anti-diarrhea medication.

You know these fuckin' rich kids.

I mean, come on, gets a goddamn,

they gets the sniffles dude.

They get the sniffles and mama goes ape shit,

gotta carry 'em to the doctor and give 'em

all the goddamn pampering that any

fuckin' dog doesn't deserve.

All right.

So you can look around a bit and see,

but I don't think we're gonna find Jack shit in here.

- I second that.

- Zombie attack.

How to survive a zombie attack.

Dude, listen, rule number one

"Home is where the hatchet is.

Create a home base with plenty of weapons

to protect oneself.

The sharper the better."

Fuck the zombie attack, dude.

She better worry about the goddamn cock attack,

cause you know it's coming, man.

You know it.

(Nick laughing)

- You 're a sick bastard, you know that?

- Well, you'll get your chance.

(Nick laughing)

- Trust me.

Well, alrighty now,

this would be little sweetheart's room.

Well, there should be all kinds of good shit in here.

Here, if you find something.

(drawers opening)

- You look over there, closet.

- [Nick] Got it.

- And that bed stand over there.

Well, if the goddamn little bitch has anything up here

of any value,

she did a good job of hiding it, that's for sure.

Oh, wait.

See, I love finding jewelry.

Jewelry is like cash in hand, man.

No questions asked at the local pawn shops.

Uh huh!

Some of it may be costume jewelry,

but some of it sure as shit looks real to me.

- [Nick] Might as well take all of it.

We'll go through it later.

- The box itself, man could be an antiquity.

Fuck it. Let's bag it.

My mama said "Better safe than sorry."

- Mom sounds like a smart woman.

- My mom was a brilliant woman, dude.

She gave birth to me, okay? Come on.

- Okay, Vince, here's the plan.

I'm gonna go out first and get down there,

and as soon as I do, then you climb up here

and shimmy out the window and I'll catch you from below.

- Don't you think it's a better idea if I go first?

- I thought about that, but no,

I really don't wanna take a chance at something happening.

- I can make it.

- I really don't wanna do that, Vince.

You could get hurt.

- Getting hurt is a lot better

than what happened to Dr. Blyworth.

- Yeah, that's true,

but I really think this is the best

and we don't have time to argue about this.

Now get me a towel so we don't get covered in broken glass.

- All right, whatever you say.

- Hurry.

(suspenseful music)

- Miriam! No, please don't touch me!

Mom!

- Hey little piggy!

- Let him go!

- You better get your ass back up here

or I'll gut little Opie here like a goddamn pig.

- No, you can't do that!

He's just a little boy!

- Oh you have no idea just what I can do

when I don't get my way

and I am not used to not getting my way.

So you crawl your ass back up in this house, woman,

unless you want to see the little Opie

in about 10 damn pieces

the next time you set eyes on him.

So my recommendation is get a move on, right Opie?

(suspenseful music)

- Jesus Christ.

- Let me go!

- You help me with this damn kid.

- Find something to tie him up with.

Shit!

- Let me go!

- Listen, listen, listen kid.

What's your name?

- Let me go!

- Oh, let me go. Hell.

Listen, it's like Christmas, dude.

You go to sleep.

If you're good and quiet,

you wake up in the morning and like,

like, I don't know,

Santa Claus there'll be something.

I don't know,

super good, like a big surprise waiting on you, okay?

- John, got it.

- That'll work.

Here! Quick kid.

Get his arms. Jesus, tie his arms up there.

Top of the bed.

Ties his upper arms, lower feet.

That way the kid ain't going nowhere.

- Easy.

- Listen kid, like I told you, just like Christmas, man.

Just be quiet and be good.

If you're quiet, you're good,

and you don't cause any trouble,

then in the morning, it'll come before you know it,

and we'll be out of your life

and everything will be back to normal and hunky dory, okay?

So just chill, okay?

- Get outta my room!

- [John] Listen kid, just shut up.

- [Nick] Open, open up. - [John] Open his mouth.

Shut him up.

(Vince moaning)

- [John] Get it down there deeply enough

that he won't be whining and moaning.

(Vince moaning)

- [John] Be quiet, kid.

(suspenseful music)

- Jesus.

- So what are we gonna do with him?

- Well, the situation is ripe with possibilities.

We could, well, we could kill him right off the bat.

We could slice him up bit by bit and watch him bleed,

listen to him scream, you know?

He could die fast or he could die slow.

Either way, kid's gotta die, man.

It's just a matter of what gets you off.

What do you wanna watch? Quick death, slow death?

- You're one sick puppy, you know that?

- I try hard and I'm damn proud of it actually.

(suspenseful music)

- Okay. Do we really have to kill him?

- Do we really have to kill him?

- I mean he's scared shitless.

- You gotta be shittin' me, man.

I mean you were worried while ago

that the little bitch in there saw your face.

"Ooh, she's gonna fuckin' identify me!"

And now you wanna let little Opie upstairs live?

Well, let me tell you something, man.

He may be upset right now.

He may be all beside himself and traumatized

and all that shit you see on TV on the talk shows

when they speak their psycho babble,

but let me explain something,

you give those fuckin' police psychologists

a couple of days with him

and then a detective's gonna walk in with a sketch artist

and I guaran-goddamn-tee it,

that kid upstairs is gonna give them the best

fuckin' description of you that you could ever imagine.

It's gonna be your Kodak moment from hell

if you let that little son of the live.

So you trust me, man,

my mentor, he taught me one thing,

you never leave, ever, any witnesses behind.

A witness left behind is a goddamn loose thread,

a loose cannon.

It'll come back.

It'll bite you on the ass every time.

You got it?

- Okay. So what's next?

- Find the little cunt?

- Well, I would suggest we do

and I guarantee you, it won't be difficult.

You see the one thing I can tell you,

one sibling ain't gonna leave the other one far behind.

Oh, she may not be here in the house with us,

but she ain't far.

Oh, she could be out there in the bushes

or in the garage.

She could be anywhere,

but she ain't far.

She wouldn't even take that much time to go to the

neighbor's house to call the police. You wanna know why?

Cause she's worried about little Opie up there.

See for all she knows,

well hell, we could be killing him right now.

You can bet your ass she's thinking we're talking about it.

How we're gonna do it.

If we're gonna do it.

See in her mind, she's not sure.

So here's the deal.

We're gonna have to get her ass

while we've got Opie up there tied up.

He's the bait.

So me,

I'm gonna go find her

and I'm gonna find her with something that a

friend of mine

years ago gave me, my mentor.

- Didn't you say that, that was Rock's right?.

- You got it.

- So how'd you get it?

- The police confiscated it.

Yeah, but here's the deal.

I got connections, man.

Buddy of mine works at the police station.

He was able to retrieve it for me from the evidence room.

Hence I had it and I'm gonna use it tonight

to cut me a little pity.

So I would suggest choose your poison.

- [Nick] Nice.

- All right, like I said, she's around here somewhere.

She's close.

I'll take the backyard and the garage.

You take the upstairs,

and whatever you do, don't underestimate your opponent.

- Come on. What is she? 16?

- I don't care.

She may only be 16 and she may look vulnerable and scared.

Here's the deal,

don't underestimate ever an opponent that you don't know.

I learned that from Rock, my mentor.

And it works.

If you see her, she doesn't have a weapon,

you wanna bag her? Bag her.

She got a weapon?

You call me.

I'll come runnin'.

- Yeah.

- Got it?

- Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

(items shuffling in boxes)

(suspenseful music)

(flashlight hitting floor)

(door creaking)

(Miriam gasping)

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Sandra Dee,

see, I know you're in here.

See, I can hear you breathing.

Oh, you wanna be quiet?

Well we can stay in here all night.

It really doesn't matter to me.

See, I saw mom and daddy takin' their suitcase,

so it really doesn't matter.

Piggy piggy, come on.

We could have all kinds of fun.

All kinds of fun if you'll just come out.

Otherwise, well

I guess I'll have to huff and puff

and blow little Sandra Dee's house to the fucking ground.

(Miriam screaming)

(Vince screaming muffled)

♪ Think I'm gonna walk on in ♪

- Robbie, do you really think the kids are in trouble?

- I don't know, Julia.

I, I really don't.

I do know that that message

the front desk sent us from a neighbor's

strange enough to worry me that they're not okay.

Not gonna call through worries me too.

- Oh my God, what if something's happened to them?

What are we gonna do?

- I don't know, sweetheart. I really don't.

- What if they're really in trouble?

♪ Line 'em up ♪

♪ Shoot 'em just as fast as I can ♪

- Now, now.

♪ Feel the love I want to ♪

(suspenseful music)

- Well, well now.

Lookie here.

It's Sandra Dee, all scared and in a corner.

Opie's upstairs, all tied up

and Sheriff Andy's just, well actually he's dead.

Ain't nobody coming to help you.

And I'm here, just you and me,

and we'll have our first date

and it'll be one that you'll never forget.

Come to think of it, it's a lie.

- Honey, how you doing?

- How the hell do you think I'm doing?

Our kids are in trouble

and we still have a long way to go to get home.

- They'll be okay.

- Really? How can you be so sure, Robert?

- Because I have faith in Miriam to take care of the house

and to take care of Vince

or I wouldn't of agreed to this weekend.

Besides whatever our neighbor supposedly saw

is probably blown all out of proportion.

- Well, I certainly hope you're right.

- I guess I could call Bill Henderson

and have him check on the kids.

Although I know how they, Miriam, feels about him.

She will never forgive us if there's nothing going on

and I have him walk over and knock on the door and just,

"Is there anything going on?" You know?

- Well, you know what?

They'll just have to get over it.

And I still think we need to call the police.

- Look, we still don't know

that there's anything to even worry about.

All we know is that some neighbor called

about suspicious activity in the house.

If we call the police

and it ends up being the kids' friends,

what do we look like?

Not only are we stupid, but we don't trust Miriam.

Just let me call Bill.

(suspenseful music)

(Vince gasping)

- Please Lord. Please.

(suspenseful music)

(Miriam screaming)

- Stay back!

No, no, no!

- Yes, yes, yes.

(Miriam sobbing)

- Calm down! - Shut up!

- Listen, goddamn.

- Why are you doing this?

- Because mommy and daddy went away.

They left you and Opie up there all alone,

and here I came over just to see you.

Well, that's a lie.

I came to steal your shit,

but I also came see you so you wouldn't be all alone

in the town.

And here you go and choose to come out here

in the middle of this goddamn godforsaken garage,

and leave me all alone!

What the hell is wrong with you?

- You're sick! Monster!

- I'm a monster?

You got a bad fuckin' attitude

for a girl with such a pretty, pretty face.

I mean, honest to God, where in the hell

did you get your goddamn attitude?

Did that come from you mama?

Usually it comes from the mom.

See, what's, I know you want to go for my nuts,

but I would hate for you to do that,

because then I would've to go for something

equally vicious on you.

So I'll tell you what, you calm down and follow me.

If you don't follow me, I'll drag your ass. Eh eh.

There you go again.

See it's alright. I don't want you to cry.

I really don't.

I want you to calm down, please.

Just here's some, I want you to calm down.

Come on! - Stop! No!

(Miriam screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(dull thump of shovel)

♪ Keep 'em coming, I'm drinkin' away my man ♪

- Oh, fuck me running.

- [Julia] What?

- Cop.

- Oh shit.

(suspenseful music)

(Vince yelling)

- Well where the hell have you been?

- Come on.

(suspenseful music)

- You stay close.

(suspenseful music)

- Where'd he go?

- Where'd who go?

- Come on!

- I am a lucky, lucky son of a bitch, you know it?

You know, you are a prime cut.

Now you're probably wondering

why it is that we're here

and why I got such a fixation for you.

So be it that I, well be it that I figure on a,

on a first date,

people should talk and get to know each other a little bit.

- I wouldn't talk to you!

- Oh, let's see such a fuckin' vile mouth for a,

I don't know, such an angelic sweet face.

Why?

I guess you got that from, what, your mother, right?

You know, I have to ask you,

what is it that your fuckin' father does

to afford this goddamn palace?

What is he a doctor? A fuckin' lawyer?

I mean, what, what, what is it?

- He's normal.

- He's normal.

Fuck being normal.

Let me tell you something kid.

You were born with a goddamn silver spoon up your ass.

You don't know what fighting for normality in life

is all about, so don't gimme normal shit.

How about that?

(suspenseful music)

- Wait right here.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on!

(suspenseful music)

- Oh God, here we go with the cryin' and moanin'.

See what I really want to talk to you about

is the other day when my buddy Nick and I,

we were casing this joint.

Now understand it's a rarity, a rarity

that I open up and that I really will talk

straight, honest truth to a woman,

so you're lucky.

It's a successful date, right?

- [Miriam] No!

- Yes! Bottom line, we're casing this joint

and there you are.

You were this angelic vision.

I mean, washing that car, you were standing there and

- I was washing the car, that's all! That's all!

- You knew what you were doing.

You were putting on a show.

I hadn't, I hadn't seen anything that, that pretty,

since I don't know when,

and I knew right then, I wanted a piece of you

and tonight I intend on collecting that promise

I made to myself that day, that I would have a piece of you.

So - [Miriam] No!

- We've talked now.

- Psychotic creep!

(knife slicing through air)

- Vince!

- Shit!

(dull thud of shovel)

(Miriam screaming)

- What the fuck?

(suspenseful music)

- Well, it looks like you're gonna get a reprieve.

Sounds like we've got a,

another piece of fresh meat out there.

Something's happening.

So you stay right here.

I don't wanna miss the finale.

(suspenseful music)

- Vince.

Vince. Are you okay? Can you move?

- Please. Help Miriam first.

(Miriam whimpering)

- Keep it warm and don't go anywhere.

- Hun, we're almost home.

Almost home.

(upbeat music)

(suspenseful music)

(knife slicing through air)

(gurgling breathing and gagging)

(suspenseful music)

(Mr. Henderson moaning)

(suspenseful music)

(door creaking)

- Miriam?

- Come over here!

- Miriam, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Just, what, you're bleeding.

Vince, here.

What happened?

- The blonde man is still out there. We have to go.

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)

- What?

- Wait here. I'm gonna go find him.

(suspenseful music)

- Well, hello!

Miss me?

(John yelling)

(Miriam gasping)

- I've been waiting all night for this kid.

Thirsty. Huh?

(water splashing)

- I came here to steal a few things

and you have ruined my night.

(water splashing)

(John groaning)

(water splashing)

(dull thump of shovel)

(water splashing)

(Miriam gasping)

(upbeat music)

- Thank you, Vince! You saved me.

- Is he dead?

- I don't know, but if he isn't, he will be.

Come on, I'm gonna get you some help.

(Miriam gasping)

- Mr. Henderson! - Oh, oh!

- Are you okay? - Oh, oh.

I think so.

Oh. - Here.

- Oh.

How about you guys?

- Vince is hurt.

- Okay.

- Let's go get some help.

- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

- [John] Little piggy, little piggy.

Little piggy, little piggy.

I'm not through playing yet.

Sandra Dee, Sandra Dee!

We got unfinished business.

Wake up! Wake up!

(Miriam screaming)

(upbeat music)

♪ Step inside my disillusion ♪

♪ Take a ride ♪

♪ Fly over me ♪

♪ I've baited you with tons of affection ♪

♪ So stop staring and come and see ♪

♪ Don't judge me ♪

♪ Just fear me ♪

♪ I'll make your nightmares reality ♪

♪ You have ♪

♪ I have not ♪

♪ I'm takin' all that you got ♪

♪ Cause I'll stay ♪

♪ My rage graced and beautiful ♪

♪ I'm changed ♪

♪ Into my demon ♪

♪ I'm dutiful ♪

(upbeat music)

♪ Run and hide your disillusioned ♪

♪ I'll find you wherever you go ♪

♪ I've sung you my modern melody ♪

♪ You wanna dance to the tune I know ♪

♪ You've judged me ♪

♪ Now fear me ♪

♪ We've just begun this reality ♪

♪ I have you ♪

♪ You have not ♪

♪ You'll surrender all that you've got ♪

♪ Cause I'm stained ♪

♪ My rage is graced and beautiful ♪

♪ I'm changed ♪

♪ Into my demon ♪

♪ I'm dutiful ♪

(upbeat guitar solo)

♪ I'm stained ♪

♪ My rage is graced and beautiful ♪

♪ I'm changed ♪

♪ Into my demon ♪

♪ I'm dutiful ♪

♪ I'm stained ♪

♪ My rage is graced and beautiful ♪

♪ I'm changed ♪

♪ Into my demon ♪

♪ I'm dutiful ♪

♪ I'm stained ♪

(rock music)

♪ You came alone ♪

♪ Looking so perfect ♪

♪ And stole away my heart and soul ♪

♪ Now don't you know I've got a life to maintain ♪

♪ But when I see you I just lose control ♪

♪ Who do you think you are ♪

♪ You made me weak right from the start ♪

♪ Who do you think you are ♪

♪ Now go on, baby ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

(rock guitar solo)

♪ All the guys here know that I'm evil ♪

♪ I've finished playin' one by one ♪

♪ But somethin' bout you ♪

♪ Man I just don't understand ♪

♪ I kill you smiles like a loaded gun ♪

♪ Who do you think you are ♪

♪ You made me weak right from the start ♪

♪ Who do you think you are ♪

♪ Now go on baby ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪

♪ Go on and break my heart ♪