Devil's Due Page #6

used those symbols.

They painted them on the point

of entry and on the nest.

The point of conception

and the point of birth.

ZACH:
What?

So that he could get in.

There was ash all around.

There was ash everywhere.

The antichrist is coming.

"So will there be

many antichrists..."

"and that is how we know

it is the last hour."

"They will be coming."

I didn't mean to upset you.

It's the last hour.

I'm really sorry.

I don't think you can be here with

that anymore. You have to go now.

I need you to go now, Zach.

Yeah.

I'm very, very tired

and I need you to go.

- Put that away.

- It's gone.

I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean to upset you.

You've upset me.

Just go.

- Go.

- I hope you feel better.

Now! Go!

Okay, all right.

(MACHINES BEEPING RAPIDLY)

ZACH:
Nurse?

Nurse, can you...

Um this one is from you.

This is from Emily.

(WOMEN CHEERING)

There's more to come.

That's just a taste.

EMILY:
Whose is this one?

SUZIE:
I don't know.

It doesn't have a name.

Does this belong to anybody?

Well, anonymous.

SUZIE:
It's nameless.

Anon.

SUZIE:
You're just getting

gifts from everywhere.

Sorry, whoever this is from.

Brooke!

What a sweetheart, Brooke!

(WOMEN CHEERING)

I didn't read the note, so, I

don't know what's happening.

BROOKE:
That's nice of you.

EMILY:
Sam, are you okay?

(GLASSES CLINKING)

ZACH:
How was the shower?

SAMANTHA:
Fine.

(DISTANT CLATTERING)

Did you hear that?

(ZACH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CAR ALARM RINGING IN DISTANCE)

ZACH:
F***.

Every window in the house,

but a lot of them in these.

This is really mostly where I see

it, so I don't know what to do.

You know, I have to admit,

it is, uh, kind of weird.

Someone was in here, all right?

Someone broke into our house.

Wait, hold on a second.

But, look at the porch.

(MUFFLED CONVERSATION IN DISTANCE)

I can file a report, and call us

if there's any other problems.

That's all I can do for now.

You have a nice night.

(KISSING)

(SIGHS)

STEVE:
Okay, here we go.

- Here he goes.

- ASHLEY:
You're gonna break your neck.

JAY:
Uh, uh, uh!

(ASHLEY SHRIEKS)

JAY:
Oh, he got it!

No way!

Wow, I'm so impressed.

- What's up?

- JAY:
Take this. I gotta take a piss.

Oh, f***.

I'm out.

Do you want to come?

Will you hold it for me?

STEVE:
No,

she doesn't want to.

Since Jay's gone,

do you want to...

JAY:
Hey, guys!

You gotta come see this!

- What is he doing?

- STEVE:
F***er.

You're f***ing me up.

JAY:
Look what I caught.

ASHLEY:
What is that?

STEVE:
Oh, f***.

Dinner is served, y'all.

ASHLEY:
Jay, stop.

- That is so gross.

- STEVE:
Oh, what in the f***?

ASHLEY:
Please, don't touch it.

Oh, it f***ing stinks!

- Hey, take a photo.

- STEVE:
I'm taking a video, jackass.

- ASHLEY:
It smells like sh*t.

- STEVE:
Touch it, see if it's still warm.

You guys, there is

something over there.

STEVE:
You're so f***ed up.

ASHLEY:
Look!

Do y'all see that?

-JAY:
Shut up.

-STEVE:
What?

ASHLEY:
Wait.

STEVE:
Yo.

JAY:
Hey.

ASHLEY:
What is she doing?

STEVE:
Ash, stay back.

JAY:
Ma'am, are you okay?

STEVE:
What the

f*** is she doing?

(SQUELCHING)

ASHLEY:
Oh, my God.

STEVE:
Oh, sh*t!

ASHLEY:
Ma'am,

are you okay...

(ASHLEY SCREAMS)

(STEVE GASPS)

What the f***!

Run!

(PANTING)

(JAY GRUNTS)

STEVE:
Come on, man. Get up!

(SCREAMING)

- What the f***!

- Oh, sh*t!

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

No! No!

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Oh, f***.

ZACH:
Hey, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm good.

Actually, I feel a little bit better.

ZACH:
Good. Um...

Do you need anything?

No, I'm good.

Thanks.

Okay.

(SAMANTHA HUMMING)

(CLATTERING)

ZACH:
Sam?

Sam?

(HUMMING CONTINUES)

Hey.

(HUMMING)

Sam.

(SAMANTHA CONTINUES HUMMING)

What are you doing?

Sam?

Hey.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

Sam, what the f*** is going on?

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

(GRUNTS)

(SAMANTHA SCREAMING)

Don't touch us!

Sam, it's just me.

All right?

It's just me.

Stop, stop, stop! Sam!

(GRUNTING)

It's okay, I think you're dreaming.

Hey, stop.

It's okay. It's okay.

(SAMANTHA PANTING)

ZACH:
It's me. No, it's me.

(WHIMPERING)

ZACH:
I got you. I got you.

It's me.

It's all right, I'm right here.

See, see?

Look, it's just me. Okay?

Are you okay?

It's okay.

(SAMANTHA TEARFULLY)

What's happening?

ZACH:
Nothing.

You just had a dream.

(SOBBING)

It's okay.

It's okay.

ANSWERING MACHINE: The McCalls.

Leave us a message,

and we'll call you back

as soon as we can.

Hey, Dad, um, it's Zach. Uh...

Look, I think Sam and I need to come

over and stay with you and Mom.

Sam is really freaking out and

it's gotten me really scared.

It's just not normal, okay? And I

know this sounds really crazy...

but I swear, there have

been people watching us.

We just don't want

to be alone, okay?

I think we'd just feel a lot better

if we were with you and Mom.

So, uh, call me back.

F***.

(PANTING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

ZACH:
Hey!

Hey!

(MAVERICK GROWLING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

- ZACH:
Hey.

- Hi.

Thanks for coming over.

Sam is upstairs, she's sleeping.

Is she feeling okay?

ZACH:
Yeah, she's fine.

I just need to take off for a minute.

I didn't want her to wake up

and have no one be here.

Okay.

Where are you going?

ZACH:
Just don't

answer the door.

Okay, bye.

Weirdo.

(ZACH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(OPENS FRIDGE DOOR)

(BOTTLES CLINKING)

(SNIFFS)

Hmm.

(SUZIE HUMMING)

SUZIE:
Sam?

(SCRATCHING)

(FOOTSTEPS ASCENDING STAIRS)

Sam?

Hey, Sam?

Hey.

Sam?

Samantha?

Sam?

(SCRATCHING)

Samantha?

(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)

SUZIE:
Sam, Jesus!

What are you doing?

Sam, hey, hey!

Give this to me.

Stop, stop, stop.

Sam, stop.

Give this to me.

(SCREAMS)

Sam!

Sam, stop!

(SCREAMING)

(ZACH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(SONG PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

(DOG BARKING)

F***.

Sh*t.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOG WHIMPERING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(MAN CHANTING IN LATIN)

F***.

F***!

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN BLARING)

Oh, sh*t!

(STARTS ENGINE)

OPERATOR:
911, what's your emergency?

I need some help.

Something is happening to my wife.

Please, send someone over.

OPERATOR:
What's the address?

901 Harrison Street. Please.

OPERATOR:
Sir, I'm sorry, I can't...

Sh*t.

What the f***?

ZACH:
What do you want?

Leave us the f*** alone!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Sam?

Ah!

F***.

(GRUNTING)

Sh*t. F***.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

Sam!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(RUMBLING)

What the f***?

Sam?

Sam?

Oh, Jesus.

(PANTING)

What the f***?

(CHANDELIER CHIMING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Sam!

Sh*t! F***!

Sam!

Sam!

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

Sam?

Sam, what are you doing?

(SCREAMING)

What are you doing?

Stop, Sam. This isn't you.

Please.

Please, just come with me.

Please, let's go.

We gotta get...

(ZACH SCREAMS)

(COUGHING)

(GROANING)

Oh, God.

Suzie?

Suzie? Suzie?

F***. No, no.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

F***.

F***.

F***.

Sam.

Please. It's okay.

Come on, please. It's me.

Come on.

Just come with me, please.

I'm sorry.

It's me, come on.

No! (SCREAMS)

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