Cabin Fever Page #4

we could drive into town|and tell them what happened.

And that'll be that, right?

But you're gonna have|to watch me with the gun.

I'm not gonna go out there|with that f***ing dog around.

I need a bath.

Jeff's mom has|the stupidest ideas-

"Let's get a cabin."|So gay.

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry. I didn't mean|to wake you.

That's okay.

I think Marcy made some chili.

I'm not hungry.

All right, then.|I'll let you go back to sleep.

No, wait.

Stay.

- F***.

- Why did you stop?|- Would you shoot him already?

Don't stop.|Keep working!

- Shoot it!|- If it gets closer, I can hit it.

Just keep working!

Oh my God!

Sh*t!

Marcy!

She's got it! She's sick.

Oh no, she's|f***ing got it.

- Oh sh*t.|- I think I'm really sick.

Oh sh*t.|Stay in your f***ing bed!

- Bert, can you help me?|- Calm down.

No! Get the f*** out!|Everybody out!

- Just get the f*** out!|- Bert, please!

- Stay in your f***ing bed!

- I'm bleeding.|- Get the f*** out!

- Calm down!|- Can I go to the bathroom?

Listen, you b*tch!|Get the f*** in bed!

- Leave her alone!

- Leave her alone!|- F***ing b*tch!

- What the f*** is your problem?|- She's your f***ing friend!

She's sick!|She's not coming near me!

I'm doing this for you|and all you fucks!

- Don't leave me!|- Stop it!

- Bert, Bert... calm down.|- Oh God.

- Okay.

What?

F*** you, guys.

Karen, I'm sorry.|We just don't want to get it.

- I'm going to die in here.|- Paul: No, you're not.

Karen, please.|We're going to get help now.

- What about that guy's dog?|- Someone'll keep watch with the gun.

We'll bolt the door shut.

Somebody'll be out here.|We won't leave you alone.

I want to go home.

Ah!

- Ah!

Karen?

Karen.

Come on, Karen,|you've got to eat.

Let me know if you need|anything else, okay?

Okay?

Better close the door,|Marcy.

I don't want|to infect everyone.

- Oh God.|- What are you doing?

My friend...|she's very sick.

- You are very sick.|- Oh my God, I'm sorry.

- No, I'm-|- That's my wife in there!

My friend's dying!|We need a phone, please.

- Get the f*** off my property!

- Sh*t!|- Git!

Where have you been?

Did you find anyone?

Well, come on inside.|Marcy made chili.

Nobody's hungry?

- What if Karen used those bowls?|- Jesus! I washed them!

He's right. I'm not gonna eat|until we get back to town.

Jeff:
You know, any|of you guys could have it.

I know we checked, but I'm|not gonna sleep near you guys.

So go sleep in the car|and give us all a break.

The car?|That thing's a germ factory!

- I don't even want to ride in it!|- Calm down. I cleaned it.

- So why don't you sleep in it?|- Maybe I will!

You're right. We should|prepare our own meals.

Who am I? I'm melting!

I'm burning!

What's your problem?

You're gonna|burn down this place!

- What?|- You a**hole!

- F***ing prick!|- Marcy: Stop it!

- Jeff!|- Motherf***er!

Shut the f*** up!

Christ!

I can't take it anymore!

Just no more yelling.

We can eat alone,|we can sleep alone. Whatever.

We have to talk to each other.|We have to work together.

Bert, you just lost the bet.

Sh*t!

Okay, Karen, he's gone.

We're gonna stay out here|all night for you, all right?

Karen?

F***!

Come on, let's go, everybody.|Hurry up!

The Jeep's running.|Jeff, come on!

Come on, Karen.|We've got to go.

I think I've got a fever.

Let's go!

Come on, Jeff,|let's go!

Come on, motherf***er!

All right...|put her in the back.

I don't think|we should sit next to her.

F*** off!|Put her in the front, then.

No, I'm not driving|with her sitting next to me.

I'm driving.|Just get in the f***ing car.

Fine.

Paul:
Karen?

Karen, you okay?

- Marcy:
Oh God, Karen.

Marcy:
We've got to get her|to town. She's gonna die.

Paul:
|She's not going anywhere.

Come on.|You guys coming?

Are you nuts?|She just infected the car.

- I'll take my chances, man.|- I can't leave Karen.

- Bert, you don't look so hot.|- I don't feel so hot either.

But the longer we sit here,|the more she lies and rots!

How sick are you?|Did that old guy touch you?

This is f***ing horseshit!|Come on!

- Did he?|- F*** this, man!

Bert:
I'll get her|a f***ing doctor.

Marcy:
We should move her|back to the shed.

Oh God, she's bleeding again.

Don't move her.

It's okay, Karen.|We're gonna get help.

- Going somewhere?|- Anywhere but here.

Where the f*** do you think|you're going?

Jeff?

- Just let him go.|- Jeff!

Jeff!

Don't f***ing|come near me. Stop!

I don't want to get sick.|I don't want any of us getting sick!

But you two f***ers|insist on touching her!

Now she's bleeding|all over both you guys.

So you two can f***ing rot!|But not me!

No f***ing way!|Not me!

A**hole!

Oh sh*t.

We're all going to get it.

We're all going|to get sick...

and Jeff's in the woods|getting drunk.

Bert's going to get help.

Karen will be fine.|I promise.

It's like being on a plane

when you know|it's going to crash.

Everyone around you|is screaming and yelling,

"We're going down!|We're going down!"

All you really want to do

is grab the person next to you|and f*** the sh*t out of them

'cause you know you're|gonna be dead soon anyway.

- You don't use condoms?|- Don't worry. I'm healthy.

Oh f***!

Hello?

Somebody help! Hello!

What the hell|happened to you?

My friend, she's sick.

- You don't look so good.|- I know.

There's this disease.

I think all my|friends are getting it.

Do you know where|a hospital is around?

Yeah.

Stay right there.|Don't come any closer.

I'll get a doctor.

Bert:
Thanks.

Pancakes!

- Pancakes!|- No pancakes.

- Pancakes!|- No pancakes!

Dennis, I told you|to stay on the swing!

Dennis!

F***!

God damn it!|What pancakes!

Why did you come here?

Now look what you've done.

I just need a doctor, okay?

Look what you've done|to this poor boy!

- What has he done to you?|- I just need...

a f***ing doctor, man!

I already lost one boy.

I ain't losing another.

What if the doctors|can't fix my boy?

You get my boy sick,|it's the same as killing him.

- It's murder!|- What?!

You being sick,|that's your problem.

Now Dennis is sick,|that's my problem!

And if I get sick,|that's Lucille's problem.

So we got to stop|the problem.

We got to stop|the problem right now!

Fenster! Rifle!

F*** you, man!

There are some kids in a cabin.|They got a disease.

They just gave it to Dennis.

We'll need the kit.

Jesus, Paul,|you did a number on my back.

I'm gonna go find Jeff|and we're walking out of here.

- What about Bert?|- I can't wait for him.

- I have to get out of here.|- What about Karen? Paul?

- F***!

F***!

F***! F***!

Oh, f***!

Sh*t.

Up here!

Help me!

- Bert!|- They're coming for you.

- Who? The deputy?|- No, the guy from the store.

I knew these kids were trouble|the minute they stole from Cad.

Good God.

They're doing sacrifices|or something.

This ain't Christian.

Good night, f***er!

Got him.

Jeff!

Jeff! It's the water!

Wherever you are,|don't drink the water!

Hello?

Jeff?

Jeff!

Jeff?

F***!

So cheer up,|things will get better...

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