Engine Trouble Page #3

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Don't kill me.

Please.

Please.

No, don't. No.

Don't kill me.

Please.

(DOG WHISTLE BLOWING)

(REBECCA GASPS)

(THUD)

(WHIMPERING)

(GROWLS)

(SCREAMS)

(SOBBING)

Leave me alone!

(REBECCA PANTING)

(SOBBING) No.

Come on.

(SCREAMING) No.

No!

Leave her alone, you monster!

Leave her alone,

you f***ing freak!

ROBERT:
Don't talk

to him like that.

You...

ROBERT:
Go on, boy.

Go on with your game.

I suppose you've

already met my son.

You...

Boy...

That's a good boy.

Good boy.

Good boy.

I knew the moment

I laid eyes on you.

You'd make an excellent toy.

You put up quite a fight,

don't you?

You see, Junior has quite a

limited range of hobbies.

His sickle is the only thing

he's ever really enjoyed.

When his mother, my wife,

was pregnant with him,

she took the wrong medication.

So he was deformed.

And on top of that,

when he was born,

the umbilical cord got caught

around his neck,

cutting off the oxygen

to the brain for several minutes.

The doctors were amazed

he survived.

(MELISSA SCREAMING)

But it was

too late anyway.

Massive brain damage.

He'd go through life as

a complete retard.

(SOBBING) No.

Shut your trap!

No!

-Shut up.

No! No! No!

Shut the f*** up!

(SOBBING)

Go on, boy, shut her up.

Oh, yeah, we tried everything to

make fit in, you know.

First 13 years of his life

he stayed in special schools,

institutions.

You name it.

And then

on his 14th birthday,

for no reason whatsoever,

he decapitated a girl

with a bread knife.

After that, they locked him up

in an institution

for the criminally insane.

My poor wife couldn't stop

blaming herself for what happened.

And a few days later,

she killed herself.

He's strangling her.

Make him stop it.

He never strangled

a girl before.

It's not his thing.

But if you insist

I'll tell him to stop.

Well, do you want him

to stop?

Yeah.

That's what I figured.

No! You leave her alone!

No!

Go on, boy.

-REBECCA:
No!

Finish her off.

(SICKLE SWISHES)

REBECCA:
No! No!

No! No! No!

No, stop it!

For Christ's sakes, no!

(YELLING) No! No!

No!

Please, no!

(GURGLING)

No! No!

No! Stop it!

Please! No!

No!

No!

For Christ's sake!

No! No!

(CHOPPING)

No! No! No!

That's my boy.

(GRUNTING)

So, after my wife's death,

I decided to take my son

out of that institution.

I bribed a few of the staff members

to help him escape.

And we ended up here--where

I started the gas station.

At the same time,

the military were

leaving their base here.

So this place became an island

in the middle of nowhere.

A gas station to

help lost travelers.

But in fact,

it was the perfect trap.

A trap to help me get my boy

the toys he needed to play with.

Toys, like the two of you.

Play things.

To shed a sparkle of light on his

miserable existence.

After all, a parent should always do

whatever he can

to make his child happy.

Don't you agree?

Don't you agree?

(GRUNTING)

You're such a good boy.

You're such a good boy.

Aren't you?

On the other hand,

maybe we're better off

without children.

Children aren't always the blessing

they're supposed to be.

They may be even more

of a curse.

Tell me if I'm wrong.

What are you?

You're crazy.

What...

Stop that. Don't open

your f***in' mouth.

Or I'll tell him to

come and play with you now.

That's better.

Much better.

(BLOWING DOG WHISTLE)

There you are.

Whoa...

Settle down, boy.

Settle down.

You know, tomorrow is

my son's birthday.

And you'll make a perfect

birthday present.

(GROWLING)

Whoa, settle down, boy.

Hey...

That's a good boy.

Come on, come on, come on.

Now, come along, boy.

Come along.

There, that's right.

Don't forget tomorrow is a

very special day for you.

You do remember what tomorrow is,

don't you?

It's your birthday tomorrow.

Don't tell me you forgot.

'Cause this time I've arranged

something really special for you.

It will be the best party

of your life.

You'll see.

Far better than anything

you've had so far.

You don't understand

anything, do you?

You can't appreciate a

single goddamn thing I do for you.

Do you have

the slightest idea

of what I'm

going through for you?

The risks I'm taking?

And what do I get

in return?

Jackshit.

'Cause you're too retarded to

notice if I'm dead or alive.

What have I done to deserve you?

What?

Will somebody tell me.

What the f*** have I done

to deserve this?

Why me, God?

Why me?

(YELLING) Why?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(TURNS OFF ENGINE)

Stay here.

Be a good boy.

Is he in the van?

Robert, is he in the van?

Is he?

Look at me, God damn it.

Is he in the van?

Yeah, he is.

So what?

So what?

You saw what he did to that

poor girl this morning.

Each time you bring him along,

we get in trouble.

Why didn't you lock him up in

one of the cages down there?

It's his birthday tomorrow.

So, give him a break,

will ya? Huh?

And give me a break.

He doesn't even understand

the meaning of the word "birthday."

That... That thing

is not a human being.

Hell, even you have been treating him

like a dog for years.

But face it,

the real truth is,

he's less than an animal and

much more dangerous.

A menace to everyone

who comes near him.

How many more people

will have to die

before you see

what kind of evil he is.

Don't you think the remorse saved for

14 years comes a little late?

Too late for you

to back out now anyway.

(GROANS)

Keep that in mind.

You hear me, b*tch?

You hear me?

Do you hear me?

Belinda?

Belinda, is that you?

My God, it really is you.

Why did you leave me?

Oh! No!

(SCREAMING) No!

(GROANING)

Oh, my God.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Did you get

a good night's sleep?

Didn't think so.

After all, this isn't exactly the

honeymoon suite at the Hilton now, is it?

What's this all about? Huh?

Like I told you yesterday.

Today is my son's birthday.

And you are

his birthday present.

(BLOWING DOG WHISTLE)

There you are, boy.

And a very happy birthday

to you.

(GROWLING)

Don't you recognize her?

I told you this birthday

would be better than

all of the rest.

An unexpected visitor came

to celebrate with us.

The one who made you

what you are.

The one responsible for destroying

both of our lives.

Don't you recognize her?

Come on.

Take a good look.

Don't you recognize her?

You really don't

recognize her, do you?

Come on, boy.

You should be able to recognize

your own birthday present.

After all I did to get her here.

You should be able to recognize

your own mother, boy.

She's all yours.

Make her pay for

what she did to you.

To us.

Make her pay.

That's right. Make her pay.

(GROWLING)

(SHUDDERING)

No, no, no.

No. Don't listen to him.

I've always loved you.

I'm your mother.

(STUTTERING)

Mothers always love

their children.

Save your breath, honey,

it will be your last.

No. I didn't mean for

any of this to happen.

I never meant you

any harm.

I'm your mother.

You have to believe me,

I'm your mother.

I'm your mother, yes.

I'm your...

I'm your mother.

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