Adventures in Babysitting Page #3

Back of the truck fell on the hand

and popped it right off.

- Vietnam!

- What did they do with the hand?

- Did they bury it?

- No, I wouldn't let them.

- I kept it.

- You kept it?

Yep. I got it in the glove compartment.

- DAWSON:
(ON CB) Pruitt.

- Yo.

- Dawson here.

- Yes.

I just went by your place.

- And what did you see?

- You won't like it.

- What did you see?

- That car was parked in front.

She's with that bastard again.

(TRUCK HORN HONKING)

Oh, my God.

Oh!

(GASPING)

- Stop, Mr. Pruitt, please! Slow down.

- This is great.

That's my mother's car.

- Okay, look out, kids.

- Oh, God!

- Is it a hand?

- BRAD:
No.

- Oh, good.

- It's a gun.

Oh, God!

Can we do that again?

(MAN AND WOMAN TALKING

AND LAUGHING INDISTINCTLY)

(PRUITT YELLING)

What's going on in there?

(GUN FIRING)

(WOMAN CRYING AND SCREAMING)

I can't believe this.

PRUITT:
I mean it. I'm going to kill him!

Please don't hurt him.

Everybody out.

Be careful.

No, please!

My mom's car!

- Chris, get in the car.

- Hey, kids! Get out of my car!

Oh, God. Oh, no!

Come on, Sara.

Lock the doors.

(SCREAMING)

That's my car. Get out of there.

Get out of my car.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Oh, thanks, mister.

You saved our lives.

- Chris?

- Yeah?

Um...

He's a car thief. This is a stolen car.

- No.

- Yeah.

- The chick is losing it.

- I am not.

You guys want some candy?

Brad, no chocolate. Your acne.

Sara, it is time for your cough syrup.

Daryl, fasten the seatbelt.

- She's definitely losing it.

- I am not losing anything.

I am still in control here. Got it?

Sir, would you please take us

to the next corner and drop us off?

(MAN LAUGHING)

MAN:
In this neighborhood?

I wouldn't even get out the car

in this neighborhood.

- BRAD:
Could you drop us off at a mall?

- A mall?

Where do y'all think we are,

Boise, Idaho?

Man, look. I'll tell you what.

Come with me. I got a little business

to take care of, all right?

And then I can drop you off

at a train station or something,

but hey, I ain't driving to no mall.

No way.

Do you promise me

you won't hurt these kids?

Yeah, I promise you.

(SINGING)

If you're a long way from home

Can't sleep at night

Grab your telephone

'Cause somethingjust ain't right

There's evil

Evil going on

Well, I'm warning you, girls

You'd better watch your happy home

Where are we going?

To hell.

Kind of exciting, don't you think?

Can't sleep at all

'Cause there's another mule

Kickin' in your stall

'Cause there's evil

(MEN SHOUTING)

Evil's going on

Well, I'm warning you, girls

You'd better watch your happy home

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

- Did you steal all of these cars?

- Yeah. It gets me some good money.

- Isn't it kind of dangerous?

- Hey, I like danger, all right?

You should try babysitting.

- Sir...

- Wait, wait, wait.

- My name is Joe Gipp, okay?

- Mr. Gipp...

No, just Joe. Just Joe, all right?

We have to get our car

to Dawson's Garage.

- Do you think you could...

- Relax. Everything'll be okay.

(BELL RINGING)

All right, it's quitting time at Tara.

Good job. Got any defects?

Yeah. A few.

Hi. How you doing? I'm Brad Anderson.

Nice to meet you.

This is my sister Sara.

This is Chris Parker and that's

my best friend, Daryl Coopersmith.

How you doing?

Nice to meet you, really. It's great.

- Great shirt.

- What are you doing?

Hi! Nice to meet you.

It's a nice place you got here.

- Really. I love it.

- Thanks.

Yeah, it's... It's great. Look.

We sort of took

a wrong turn somewhere,

and if you don't mind,

we'd like to get out.

SARA:
Mmm-hmm.

JOE:
Damn.

Hey, don't hold it in, Graydon.

- Go and get pissed, man.

- You boosted a Caddie full of kids?

They got in the car

while I was still in there, man.

Was I supposed to

put them out on the street?

They would have been killed.

They know where our operation is.

They could go to the cops.

Sir.

No, we wouldn't go to the cops.

How am I supposed to know that?

Uh...

We can put it in writing. We'd all sign it.

- We can take it to a notary...

- Shut up.

Take the Brady Bunch upstairs.

We'll take care of them

after the meeting.

All right, you guys go on home.

Clear out of here!

(MEN CHATTERING)

Don't worry. We'll get home.

This has alI just been a big mistake.

- But what about Brenda?

- That was her parents' mistake.

(SINGING ON TV)

Here's the story

Of a lovely lady

Who was bringing up

three very lovely girls

All of them had hair of gold

like their mother

The youngest one in curls

Here's the story of a man named Brady

They were four men living all together

But they were all alone

Till the one day

when the lady met this fellow

And they knew that it was

much more than a hunch

I can't see!

Chris, please hurry and pick me up!

It's dead.

- Kind of like us.

- What?

BRAD:
We're really in trouble.

We're going to die here.

No, we're not.

Oh, no.

No, we are not climbing up there.

It is much too dangerous.

Look at that.

You could poke your eyes out.

Yeah, well, they might poke

our brains out.

Dallas gets the Ferraris,

there's one Lamborghini to Phoenix,

and Cleveland needs four Porsches.

- Forget that.

- But they got an order.

I said forget it. I didn't like

the way they've been running things.

Cleveland is dead.

We can go to that window.

- You got to be shitting me.

- Watch your mouth.

Watch my mouth?

You got to be shitting me.

(SHUSHES)

- What if I fall?

- I won't let you fall.

- Thanks, Sara.

- Just be careful.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

I don't think your parents will ever

ask me to babysit again.

If they do,

I'd ask them for a buck more an hour.

Well, multiple murder,

or did Sara just cut off her finger?

- I got the answering machine.

- They went for ice cream.

- They're okay. Chris can handle it.

- Sure! Sara's probably hanging

from the rafters by now.

Don't look down.

(GASPING)

You idiot!

(SHUSHES)

MAN 1:
Boston, two Mercedes.

MAN 2:
What about

the Philadelphia order?

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Where's the magazine?

GRAYDON:
The Playboy?

I took the Playboy upstairs.

- There was this article...

- Get it.

Let's go. Come on. Hurry up.

Sara, hold on.

MAN 1:
One BMW. Indianapolis...

- Where is it?

- It's not up there.

- I think the kids got it.

- So get it back from them.

They're not up there either.

They got away.

- Where did you get this?

- From the office.

SARA:
Come on!

BRAD:
You're going to get us

into so much trouble.

- MAN:
Hey, you kids get back here!

- Run!

Get the car.

Oh, come on. They're kids.

What are you going to do,

run them down and kill them?

Get the car.

Got to get that magazine back.

It has my notes

for the Philadelphia order.

GRAYDON:
That could

put us away for 20 years.

Faster.

- Oh, no!

- MAN:
Hey! You kids get back here.

- Come on!

- CHRIS:
In here.

(PLAYING BLUES MUSIC)

Sir, we didn't mean to interrupt

your little concert here.

We'll just get off the stage...

Nobody gets out of this place

without singing the blues.

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