Bad Apples Page #4

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(Ella screaming)

(panting)

(ominous music)

(plate shattering)

(Ella screaming)

F***!

(plates shattering)

(Ella screaming)

Stop it!

(plates shattering)

(Ella screaming)

(Ella screaming)

(dramatic music)

(light knocking)

(Ella screaming)

Oh f***!

F***!

(groaning)

(knife clattering)

(loud knocking)

(Ella screaming)

Who the f*** are you?

Why the f*** are you

doing this to me?

[Girls] Trick or

treat (giggling).

(Ella panting)

I can hear you breathing.

(door rattling)

(Ella screaming)

[Girls] Trick or

treat (giggling).

[Operator] Your emergency

call is now being dialed.

Please stand by.

(Samuel groaning)

[Doctor] Clear the area.

[Doctor] Clear the room.

[Doctor] Multiple stab wounds.

(Samuel groaning)

[Doctor] Hold on.

Get an IV started.

(Samuel coughing)

I gotta call my wife.

[Macy] Where are you going?

Come on, Ella, pick up.

Come on.

Clear your voicemail.

[Macy] Hey, what happened?

I'm sorry.

I know that guy.

Yeah, we all know that guy.

He lives across

the street from us.

He scared my wife and I

just got a message from her

saying she was scared.

Oh, she's scared

on Halloween night.

How surprising.

Look, I thought your

sarcasm was funny before,

and believe me, I'm the

reigning king of sarcasm,

but right now, it's not helping.

Look, did you see the

thing around his throat?

What?

[Macy] The thing that looks

like a garage door opener.

Yeah.

It's called Life Alert.

Geriatrics usually wear it.

If they fall and break a

hip, they can press a button

that alerts us to

come help them.

Sometimes people who get

themselves in a lot of trouble

wear them as well.

Like Samuel.

Trying to calm me down?

(sighing) I'm trying to

get you to think rationally.

The law of probability says

that, yes, your wife's scared.

She's home alone,

but she's not cut up

into a million pieces.

(sad music)

At home, sh*t like this

would happen all the time.

Thought moving here,

getting out of L.A.

would make it easier, but...

We lost a child.

We were so happy.

Freshly married,

freshly parents.

The most beautiful baby

girl you've ever seen.

She wasn't healthy.

We didn't know until one

morning she wasn't breathing.

She had passed in the night.

[Macy] What was her name?

Melissa.

F*** it.

Can you talk to me for a second?

Are you there?

Oh God damn it.

If you're there

can you just knock?

(light knocking)

(somber music)

Okay, all right,

thank you for that.

What did I do to you?

Why are you doing this?

Can you just answer those

two questions, please?

Don't I deserve to know?

(ominous piano music)

Okay.

Well, if I'm going to die here,

which it seems

like I'm going to.

You're gonna kill

me, both of you.

If that's the case, can you

just answer me one question?

Not why you're here or

what did I do to you?

But, just another question?

[Girl] Okay.

How old are you?

How old are both of you?

[Girl] Five.

[Girl] Seven.

[Girl] 32.

[Girl] 56.

[Girl] 13.

[Girl] 46.

[Girl] 34.

[Girl] 600.

[Girl] 16.

[Girl] 40.

[Girl] 142.

[Girl] 147.

[Girl] 67.

[Girl] Two.

[Girl] 101.

[Girl] Four.

[Girl] 100.

[Girl] 100.

[Girl] 14.

[Girl] 14.

She was our world

for that short time.

My wife, Ella, it hit her hard.

I mean, it hit me hard,

but I didn't wanna

lose her, too.

You know that happens so often.

You lose a child and then

your marriage falls apart.

Better worse, in all honesty,

but I couldn't lose her,

I just couldn't.

Losing my daughter destroyed me,

but I had to be strong.

I have to be strong.

My wife, she's a teacher.

She loves kids.

She was so happy when

Melissa was born.

And, I mean, it was a

hellish labor process too.

But, she seemed to

revel in it, you know.

As if she could see

with, as if she could see

in her heart what was at

the end of the rainbow.

This perfect amalgamation

of her and I.

Our child.

I don't know how she does it.

She's got a job at the

local middle school.

She's jumping back

on the saddle.

I can't imagine

what that's like.

Being a mother for so

short a time and then

having to be around

kids five days a week.

I just don't know.

I like you, Robert.

I'm glad you're here.

And, I hate everyone.

(Robert chuckles)

I hate the doctors,

the nursing staff.

Actually, I hate

the entire town.

Everyone's just so boring.

[Robert] Yeah, can

tell that already.

Go be with your wife.

No, you're right,

it's probably nothing.

Go home to your wife.

I'll cover for you.

It's still Halloween.

It's far past

Halloween at this point.

Technicalities.

Happy Halloween.

Thank you.

(hatchet pounding)

(ominous music)

(moving to dramatic music)

(chanting music)

(Ella grunting)

(girls laughing)

(eerie music)

Honey, I'm home.

Ella.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh my God.

Ella!

(dramatic music)

(knife slicing)

(Robert screaming)

Where's my wife?

Where's my wife?

(ominous music)

(whippoorwill cooing)

(sad piano music)

(eerie music)

Just kill me.

That's what you want, right?

That's why you're doing this,

because I didn't

answer the door.

Because I didn't give

you a f***ing treat.

And, so you kill my husband.

Just kill me.

Wait.

(dramatic music)

(sad piano music)

(Ella crying)

(ominous music)

Uh, I f***ing hate Halloween.

I told you being a sexy

(mumbles) was a stupid idea.

I look ugly and fat.

Nothing good ever happens

on Halloween ever.

In fact, mostly bad things

happen on Halloween.

I'm so fat, I just

wanna eat chocolate.

But, I can't have any chocolate

because then I'll get fatter.

[Woman] Wait, you don't

know what happened here?

Here?

Like here, here?

She doesn't know.

Wait, something happened here.

And I assume whatever

the something is,

is something bad.

Something happened

here and neither of you

until this moment have

felt the need to tell me?

Well, count us as

shitty friends then.

But, is Halloween night, so I

guess we should tell you now.

That's great, tell her now.

[Pregnant Woman]

I hate you guys.

I would say stop if

you've heard this before,

but we've already

established that you haven't,

so I'm just gonna run my mouth.

Run it, run it,

run it, run it.

Okay, I get to

tell a ghost story.

I am so amped.

It was Halloween night.

(woman giggling)

What?

Shut up, I'm having fun.

You guys are

literally the worst.

Go on, I'll be a good girl.

Thank you cuz.

It was Halloween night.

[Woman] 15 years ago.

Was it?

Doesn't seem like that long ago.

It was forever ago.

Well, the first part was.

[Woman] The second

part was last year.

Guys.

Okay, okay.

It was Halloween night

and there was this woman.

She was knocked up

to hell and back.

Oh my God, like you!

There are no words for

how annoyed I'm getting.

Well, this pregnant b*tch...

Why do you have to be so ugly?

Fine, pregnant broad.

Thank you.

This pregnant

broad, she was dating

this total piece of sh*t.

You guys remember

my cousin Trish?

Who doesn't know Trish?

Every throbbing cock

in town knows Trish.

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