Cats Kill Page #4

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This is all my fault.

- It's fine.

- No, you're all

tense, I can feel it.

Let me just work out a

few of those knots, okay?

This was dumb.

- It wasn't all dumb, it just--

- Shh, baby, let me finish.

This was dumb.

We don't need to kill anyone.

We really don't.

So why don't you go

back, pick up Stephen,

and we'll meet up at your place.

And I'll pick up another

bottle of Rumple Minze.

No Mickey's this time,

unless you want one.

- Sounds like a plan.

(ominous droning music)

(squishing)

- But first, you need to rest

so you can go pick up Stephen

and have energy

to party tonight.

'Cause it's gonna

be a wild party.

(ominous music)

- [Alana] I really don't

wanna drive back at night.

- [Rikki] I could drive.

Seriously.

- [Liz] I don't think

that's a good idea, Rikki.

- You're not driving.

- I guess I have

been through a lot.

- Ron will be back soon.

- [Rikki] And if he isn't?

- I don't even want

to think about that.

- It's been hours.

(phone buzzes)

(car approaches)

- See?

- Finally.

- F***, is that Jim?

- It could be Ben.

- Honestly, though, who is Ben?

- You're right.

Okay, go inside and help Rikki

do something about Stephen.

I'll handle Jim, all right?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Maybe we should tell

Jim about what happened.

He's not a bad guy.

- Maybe we should, but I just

don't wanna surprise him.

He could freak.

- Good point.

- Yeah, okay.

- Okay.

- Evening.

Thought you might be

needing some more firewood.

- Hey, Jim, how are you?

- I'm doing well, thanks.

Things been going good up here?

- Yeah, totally.

Things are great.

- You guys go skiing?

- Not today.

- I figured you'd just be

getting back from the slopes,

looking to warm your

feet by a nice fire.

- That's so nice.

Thanks, Jim.

- You're very welcome.

- You know what though?

We didn't end up

using much firewood,

so we have plenty already.

- Now, how's that?

You barely had

any to begin with.

- We bundled up.

Lots of blankets.

- But it's been freezing.

- We like it, it's like camping.

- Whatever floats

your boat, I guess.

I'm sure you'd

prefer a warm fire.

It's what weekends like

this are all about.

- Thanks, Jim, but

we're good, really.

- That's disappointing.

At least let me

give you the wood.

I came all this way.

- Okay, if you insist.

You can just leave it

right on the porch.

- Sure.

Is everything okay, Alana?

- Yeah, definitely.

Sad to go tomorrow.

- It was Alana, right?

- Yep, mhm.

- Can I please bring

these all the way inside?

It'll save you a whole

bunch of trouble.

- Yeah, please.

You were nice enough to

bring us all the wood.

The least we could do is bring

what we need of it inside.

- It's really no trouble.

I want to check

the water anyway.

- Please, Jim.

- [Jim] Don't worry about it.

- Don't!

Rikki!

- I had to.

If he saw Stephen, we'd

be more than f***ed.

- [Alana] How is

this any better?

We need to get out of here.

We can't just leave

these guys lying around.

- [Liz] Can you think of a

better option right now, Alana?

- I'm getting my sh*t!

- I do not wanna be

here when Jim wakes up.

Sh*t, this is not good.

We didn't f***ing do anything.

- We didn't do anything--

- Guys.

- But Rikki definitely did.

And then Ron's gonna

come back eventually

with Ben or whoever--

- And then what?

What about Jim?

- Guys?

- I don't know,

Alana, what about him?

- My name's on the

rental agreement.

You think he's just

gonna let this go?

- Maybe.

- Guys.

- What?

- What?

- He's gone.

- Who?

- What are you talking about?

(laughing)

(honking horn)

(pulsating electronic music)

- Oh my God.

Ron, buddy.

Wake up, man.

Come on, we gotta go.

Dude, those chicks are crazy.

Ron?

Dude, dude, wake up man?

Ron.

What the f***?

Ron.

Ron, man, wake up.

Ron, man, wake up.

Wake up, dude.

Ron, wake up.

(crying)

- Come on.

- Are you sure

we got everything?

- Yes.

- I think so.

- Okay.

There's no trace we

did any drugs, right?

Or anything else illegal?

- Let's just go.

- We'll get back to the

city in three hours.

We should probably

call a lawyer.

- Jake's a lawyer.

- A real lawyer.

- This is so f***ed.

So much for our fun weekend.

- Really, Rikki, that's

what you're worried about?

- And that.

- [Liz] F***, are

you out of gas?

- No, I'm not out of gas, Liz.

Where's my phone?

I just had it.

- [Liz] I can't

find mine either.

- [Rikki] F***, mine's gone too.

- [Alana] Okay,

something's wrong.

- [Liz] The battery's dead.

- [Rikki] Where are our phones?

Do you have jumper cables?

- Jumper cables?

You need another car for that.

- [Rikki] I'm just trying

to help.

- Alana.

- Why isn't the door opening?

- Alana.

- What?

- Look.

Don't do it, Alana.

She can't get in.

- [Rikki] Open the door.

- Hey, girls, are you

enjoying your trip?

- Can I help you?

- Oh my gosh, I didn't

mean to scare you.

I'm so sorry.

I just wanted to make sure

you guys were okay up here.

- What do you want?

Money, our clothes?

- You don't like my outfit?

Shucks, I wore this special

because I wanted to impress you.

Hey!

Where are you going?

Bam.

You know, some people

can just be so impatient.

Lock your wrists together.

- [Liz] Somebody help me!

Help me!

(phones beeping)

F***!

Oh f***.

- Look at all these phones.

I actually just got a new one.

My friend, she looks a

lot like your friend.

- Anything, just say it, please.

I didn't do anything.

- What did you think of Ron?

- What?

- Was he any good?

I mean, he's not bad.

He's got a few signature moves.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I had no idea.

- He was weak though.

He always overthinks it.

Never really let

himself go, you know?

Lose control.

This one is called Salty Tears.

Electrifying.

And this one's called

Flamingo's Dream.

What's your dream, honey?

(gunshot banging)

(moaning)

We don't wanna

wake the neighbors.

- There aren't any.

- Well, if you won't

tell me your dream,

what's your favorite color?

Wait, what's your name?

I never got it.

(gun cocking)

What is your name?

- Elizabeth Park.

- Well, Elizabeth Park.

Elizabeth, that is

downright regal.

Like royalty.

Are you royalty?

- Please don't do this.

- Are you a princess?

You're a princess.

What's your favorite

color, Princess Liz?

If I had to guess, I would

say you're a pink princess.

(sniffs heavily)

(crying)

Perfect.

This shed's a little drab.

You wanna help me paint it?

(squishing)

(shouting)

Oh, you tiger you.

Maybe orange would

suit you better.

Nope, Flamingo's Dream's

gonna have to do.

That's a nice

orange second coat.

- Please!

(somber electronic music)

- Okay, okay

- I love you.

- [Alana] I love you too.

Okay.

- You're my best friend.

- Okay, one, two, three.

- [Alana And Rikki] Help!

- [Alana] One, two, three.

Help!

- More.

- Okay.

- [Rikki] More.

- You got it, Rikki.

- Okay.

Okay, I almost can reach it.

- [Alana] Okay.

- [Rikki] I got it, I got it.

- You gotta try

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