Adventures in Babysitting Page #6

- What do you want?

Mr. Pruitt sent us. This is our car.

You owe me 50 bucks.

Have you been fighting

the forces of darkness?

- What is she talking about?

- She thinks you're somebody else.

It's him, Brad. It's really him.

Look, it's Thor!

- Come on, let's go.

- Don't listen to him anyway.

He said you were a homo.

You spreading rumors about me, kid?

Oh, no. No, sir.

Thank you. Come on, Sara.

What's this? There's $45 here.

You owe me 50.

- I know. That's all that we have.

- Then you don't have a car.

You don't understand.

We have had an unbelievable night...

Save it! You owe me money.

Now, you give me five bucks,

or you get out.

I thought you always helped

people in trouble.

Hey, kid, this is the city.

I help nobody but myself.

- But I thought...

- Get lost!

Wait! I know why you're not acting

like yourself.

You don't have your special helmet.

See, you're wearing the baseball hat.

You're supposed to be wearing this.

Take mine.

Go on, take it.

You're giving this to me?

Well, yeah. You're my hero.

Here.

Here, take the car.

Thanks, Thor.

You're welcome. Hey, kid.

I got one of these at home.

Could I get your address

so I could send you a check?

- Go!

- BRAD:
Come on, Chris. Get in the car.

Thanks!

- CHRIS:
Daryl, what time is it?

- 11:
41.

CHRIS:
Okay, we can get Brenda

and we can be home by 1:00.

SARA:
Man, am I up late!

Good work, Joe Gipp.

Follow them.

(SNORING)

Stop! Thief!

(GASPING)

(LAUGHING)

Get out of my house!

Wow, look at that toy store!

Chris, look at the toy store!

Look at all those toys!

CHRIS:
I can see it.

Oh, great.

What are we looking at?

Mike was supposed to

take me there tonight.

Oh! (LAUGHING)

- What?

- Looks like he went without you.

Check it out.

What's wrong?

Everything.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- May I help you?

- We're just looking for somebody.

- Let's just go in and get them.

- Patience.

He's with Sesame Plexor.

She's such a sleaze.

He dumps you for an easy chick

and you get a night of hell.

Doesn't seem fair to me.

Stay here and watch Sara.

I will be right back.

I got to see this.

You know, Ses, girls like you

come along once in a lifetime.

Or twice in the same night.

Oh, wow.

How's your sister? Is she all better?

Well, uh...

- You lied.

- No, I didn't.

Don't lie!

- Get a grip. Jesus!

- A grip?

Do you have any idea

what I've been through tonight?

I thought that...

I thought that... That you loved me.

Or is it all just bullshit, huh?

Look, little girl,

I don't know what you thought we had,

but it wasn't half as serious

as you like to think it was.

All right. You let go of her.

Picking them kind of young, aren't you?

This kid's got more class at 15

than you'll ever have.

- You're such a loser.

- Here we go again.

I could only dream of having

somebody like Chris for a girlfriend.

But you've got her.

- And you treat her like this?

- Don't waste your time, half-pint.

Her legs are locked together

at the knee.

I'd love to hit you.

- I'd love to pound on your face.

- Yeah? Go ahead.

But I won't.

You're so slimy,

I won't sink to your level.

I will.

Oh, that's just great.

See you around, Mike.

Did you see that? That was great.

- We were amazing!

- BRAD:
We were, weren't we?

- It was so cool.

- DARYL:
I was so cool.

- Can you believe it?

- Where is Sara?

(TOY SQUEAKING)

BLEAK:
Hey, kid.

Come here for a second.

Get her.

Mom. Dad.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Sara!

I thought she'd be here.

Let go!

Hey, kid. Hey, hold it, man.

Damn.

Sara!

- Guys, look.

- What?

It's my dad's building.

My mom and dad are there.

She's probably there. Come on!

Mom?

Dad?

I'll take this floor

and you take the one above.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

GRAYDON:
Hey, kid. Come on out.

I just need to get something from you.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Hey, come on, kid.

Sara!

Sara?

Sara!

Sara's in trouble.

Stop. Don't go out there.

Get back here.

Hey, kid, wait!

Jesus Christ.

Hey!

Come on back up here. Come on!

- BRAD:
Which floor?

- We'll try this one first.

(GASPING)

(SCREAMS)

BRAD:
Oh, God.

We're at my parents' party.

Now, kid, stay right where you are.

Don't move.

- My parents.

- What are we going to do?

- I'm going out there to find Sara.

- You can't. They'll see you.

No, they won't.

Stay right here. I'll be right back.

Be right back with the coats, honey.

(HUMMING)

MRS. ANDERSON:
I don't believe it.

Len Lescher. Loyola Law? Class of '68?

- Sorry, wrong guy.

- Honey, we should be going.

LEN:
Nice meeting you.

MR. ANDERSON:

It's getting kind of late.

- Looking for something?

- MR. ANDERSON:
Come on, let's go.

Oh, come on, honey. Just one more.

- My diet doesn't start till next week.

- Well, we told Chris 1:00.

MRS. ANDERSON:
These are so good.

Excuse me.

- You tried one of these?

- What?

MRS. ANDERSON:
They are

so delicious. I've got to get this recipe.

Do you happen to know the name

of the caterer?

Caterer?

We didn't mean to

spring it on you like this.

Hello?

You'll excuse me.

- Oh, my God. Is he okay?

- Did you hurt yourself?

MRS. ANDERSON:
Did he hit his head?

Brad! Daryl!

- Where's Sara?

- She's out the window.

MR. ANDERSON:
Take it easy. No rush.

- What?

- She must have gone upstairs

and out the window.

She's out there now.

Mom? Dad?

Goddamn!

Sara, just hold on, okay?

Don't be scared.

Daryl, Brad, loosen the rope.

Come on, hurry.

Let me give you a hand.

Sara, grab the rope.

Easy, easy.

That's the most exciting thing

that's happened all night.

Just take it really slow.

Don't be scared of him, Sara.

Okay, that's good. Don't look down.

Okay, that's good.

Keep walking, that's right.

Just walk right by him.

Hold on.

You're almost here. Hold on, Sara.

Just walk right up it.

You're almost there. Hang on.

Okay, real close. Don't worry. Grab on.

Brad...

Sara!

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Can we go home now?

JOE:
Not yet.

Look, I'm not going to hurt you,

all right?

I just need the Playboy.

See, this is what they were after.

Some notes and stuff.

You know, that they need.

I guess they're pretty important to them.

Don't say it.

- Wow!

- It's pretty uncanny, huh?

She don't even compare to you.

Well, what about him?

- Who?

- Come here.

- Help!

- Uh, yeah.

Leave him hanging out there for a while.

Let him sweat it out. Come on.

Give me the magazine

and get out of here.

I'll take care of the children.

You're right. Babysitting is dangerous.

Come on.

(SINGING) Twenty-five miles

from home, girl

My feet are hurting mighty bad

Now I've been walking for three days

and two lonely nights

You know that I'm mighty mad

But I got a woman waiting for me

That's gonna make this trip worthwhile

You see, she's got

the kind of loving and kissing

To make a man go stone wild

BRENDA:
What took you guys so long?

You'll never believe

what I've been through tonight.

I lost my skate. It's not here.

Maybe you left it someplace.

- We must go back and find it.

- No, Sara, honey, we can't.

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