Bastard Page #4

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are you?

Sh*t. Look...

(SCREAMING)

(CRYING)

Ugh. You look pathetic.

It's easier than doing it myself.

Go!

(SCREAMING)

No.

(SCREAMS)

Shh.

(WHIMPERING)

(SNIFFING)

(STIFLED SCREAM)

Okay.

(DOOR OPENS)

(GRUNTS)

(HUMMING)

(SQUISHING SOUND)

(CRACKLING)

Mommy, I'm hungry.

(WHISPERING)

I ha-have to get that gun.

You're too hurt.

You can do this.

(WHIMPERS)

(GASPS)

Hannah.

Hannah?

Hannah.

- Mommy.

- (GASPS)

(GROANS)

Oh, God.

(GRUNTING, PANTING)

(CRYING)

Ow.

(MAN)

Uh, got them pair of pants you sewed me.

I love 'em.

(SIGHS)

Thank you kindly.

You know, I was thinking, uh...

that maybe we could go to the lake today.

Catch some fish.

Have a mini tryst.

It'll be so great for our boy

to see all this footage.

What do you say?

I want an abortion.

We have plenty of money.

We're married. I'm ready.

- (SIGHS)

- We never talked about it.

- You didn't ask me if I was ready.

- Okay, let's talk.

My son's notgonna see

his father doing this.

No.

- It's not your choice.

- I said no.

So just shut up, and we'll go fishing.

- It's not...

- Shut up!

- Shut up! Shut the f*** up!

- You're scaring me.

You threaten the life of my son,

you f***ing b*tch!

I will. I swear to God,

I will f***ing do it.

- Rae. You threaten my legacy, I swear to

God... - I'll cut it the f*** out!

- Put the f***in' knife down!

- Get away from me!

Come on.

I don't want...

- Jesus!

- Get it in your f***in' mouth.

F***in' hear me?

(GRUNTING)

It's not so bad.

- Go to f***in' God.

- (CRYING) No.

- Blow your f***in' brains out.

- No.

(CRYING)

- Oh, no.

- Spread your f***in' legs.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING, CRYING)

Ray!

- (SCREAMING)

- Shut up.

(BABY FUSSING, CRYING)

(FUSSING)

(FUSSING STOPS)

(CRYING)

Ow!

(CRYING CONTINUES)

Oh. Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh!

- His name is Al.

- Ray.

- I want a divorce.

- (GUNSHOT)

Hey.

How you feelin'?

(FOOTSTEPS)

You look good.

Healthy.

Did you know...

that a female body

can sustain a pregnancy...

as young as five years old in some cases?

I got pregnant late by those standards.

But you...

(CHUCKLES) Um...

you look healthy.

(CHUCKLING)

Jake's the father, right? Your brother?

Yeah.

Don't look at me that way.

We both porked the guy, one way or another.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't worry. I didn't eat him.

I never acquired the taste.

Yeah. I guess it'd be

so much easier if I did.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(SIGHS)

(CRYING)

You're a shy one.

Have you never seen

a naked woman's body before?

Your brother's little prick is probably the only

thing you've ever seen of the natural world.

Yeah? Yeah, you probably closed your eyes.

You didn't want to see it, did ya?

- (CRYING)

- (MOCK CRYING) Calm down!

(GRUNTS)

It is just one mother talking to another.

Honey.

We understand each other.

We're a lot alike.

You're sweet.

We have a lot in common.

You didn't love your brother,

did you? No. No.

I could tell. That's good.

I loved my husband.

I loved him.

But he was a mean man with nasty habits.

And I could not kill Al after that.

It's a shame he had to take after his dad.

Huh.

Quickly learned breastfeeding

wasn't an option.

You're crazy.

At least I didn't f*** my brother.

- (LAUGHING)

- Wait.

Please don't kill me.

Please. Please.

I am not going to kill you.

I'm going to raise your child.

Al needs somebody to bear this burden with.

Al needs a brother. Or a lover.

Like hell!

Very much like hell.

- And back again!

- (GRUNTS)

No one fucks with a Royal C*nt.

You okay?

(GUN DROPS)

You take care of the rest.

Shouldn't you shoot her again,

or something?

You little devil.

I've got something better in mind.

You just finish those ties.

(SCREAMING)

Aaah!

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(CRYING QUIETLY)

Hannah.

Hannah?

Ha... Hannah?

(GASPS, STIFLED SOBBING)

(GASPS)

(WHIMPERS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

You stupid f***ing girl.

You die now.

You thought you were special.

Thought you could be loved?

You're just a whore.

Just a dead f***ing whore.

I prefer the "C" word.

(LAUGHING)

(SINGING, FAINT)

It's so good to have you

drawing again, sweetie.

- Your brother...

- I'm keeping the baby.

No, of course.

I'm naming her Hannah.

That's lovely, um...

We really should talk about what happened.

No time, Mom. I'm gonna be late for school.

- She ate the kid.

- No. The kid ate the mom.

Or the mom was eating people... I

don't care. It was 15 years ago.

- Dot. Dot.

- Everything's going to sh*t.

Well, just go play with Nicole.

- Your sister's f***in' weird.

- Yeah.

They ever find the kid?

Who knows? I don't care.

That's awful.

Excuse me for having a sense of history.

That doesn't even make sense.

(SCREAMING)

Mommy?

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