Gus Page #5

Synopsis: Four musicians on their way to a late night band meeting are subjected to strange phantasmal forces that propel them on a late night supernatural journey. It's the strangest night they have ever encountered, one they will never forget.
Year:
2013
6 min
143 Views


Oh, okay. I'm, I'm sorry, what time is

your soccer match?

Oh, okay, fine.

So why don't we play it...

Why don't we just

play it by ear?

Hello? Hello?

Oh, goddamn it!

Jesus! I didn't realize she

was so full of rage. Hmm.

Oh, it's always been there.

It's just been buried deep down.

Oh, you're goddamned right!

I'm full of rage.

I had plans!

Plans!

Okay, well,

so I'm going to head back to work.

How convenient.

What?

You can't smoke.

Oh, f*** off!

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry if you felt

ganged up on.

But we all had plans.

Yeah?

What were yours?

It's just, I think it's just the latch,

you know.

Yes. You just do that

and it just closes.

because, look, see, it's bent

and doesn't close.

Okay, don't try and sucker me,

all right?

I'm not, ma'am. I'm telling you,

this is broken.

And with the labor

for the gate...

Why are you speaking

to me in Spanish?

Because no sono un idiota,

that's why.

I can understand everything

you're saying. You can?

Yes, I am American. Okay,

fine, forget it. Forget it.

Look, look.

I'll fix this myself.

Fine. Fine. Look, see?

It doesn't close.

See? Look, see it opening?

It's closing, right?

It doesn't close. You want to fix it?

You fix it.

Ow!

Ow!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

What can I do?

Nothing.

I don't need anything.

I'm an independent

woman now, remember?

Ow!

Lizzie!

You know it's great not

having to rely on men.

This is just so much more

preferable.

It's not like the gate was getting

fixed when there were men living here.

That's not the f***ing point.

Oh, f***!

F***!

F***, sh*t!

Joyce!

Hey, Andie!

Where do you think you're going?

You're scaring her.

You give her back right now!

No way!

Not when you're like this.

There should be a social

services for dogs.

Oh, yeah? There is.

It's called the ASPCA, Einstein.

My God.

Einstein.

Okay.

This is it.

You can build anything

you want here.

Your dream house awaits.

I mean, breathe it in.

You know, just.

Really savor it.

Let your imagination go wild.

Ah, I don't want to build

a f***ing house.

Plus, it's way too much work.

You're not going to build it, all right?

Builders will build it.

Do you hear the sound of those

jack hammers out there?

That is the sound of other people's

dreams being constructed.

It's loud.

Wait.

Hey, come on, buddy,

you're reaching.

You don't wanna reach

around on me.

Anyway, the only jack hammering

I do is in the bedroom.

Right, baby?

Baby, I'm hungry.

All right, titties, let's go

get you some food. Ooh!

I'm sorry.

Heather, is it?

Feather.

Right, Feather.

Feather.

Right. I just thought

you'd really like this area,

considering you love hiking and

there are so many trails nearby.

Oh, yeah. When we were all

at that house in Mulholland,

you said, "I love to hike".

And I thought, well...

What is he talking about?

I'm sorry. I just realized that wasn't you,

that was another girl.

It's funny, now that I look at you.

Yeah, you look

nothing like her!

Foot in mouth.

This is my bad.

Oh, man!

I got to take pictures,

that's what I got to do.

Ciao, bella.

Goddamn it!

You piece of sh*t!

You man whore!

Ugh, f*** you! F*** you!

Come on.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Hey, Joyce.

Wow.

You look really big.

Yeah.

Growing strong.

No, I mean,

you're really big.

You're f***ing huge.

Wish I could say

the same about you.

Wow!

It's not as good

without the curly straw.

Yeah, no sh*t.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, shoot.

Heroin?

Ha.

Sorry, I'm sorry.

I, uh.

if maybe you, kind of felt like maybe you

weren't good enough your whole life

'cause your mom gave you up.

I know that's kind of

a personal question.

Yeah, kind of.

So, is that how you feel?

I don't know.

Sometimes.

Depends on the day.

You shouldn't smoke.

Yeah, well, you shouldn't have

swallowed the.

Believe me, man, I'm f***ing

happy about it.

Yep, it's past my curfew.

All right.

Well, I'll see you around.

Yeah.

This was nice.

Yeah, it was.

Let's go, Joyce.

Let's go back to crazy town.

Bye, Joyce.

Oh, f***!

Hey.

No, I don't want any pasta. When

are you going to get your own place?

The problem is, I don't want

a f***ing roommate, Peter.

I want you to leave.

Where were you just now?

Don't. Peter, I'm warning you.

Look, I just don't know

where this is coming from.

Hey, don't put that sh*t

on the couch, man.

I sit here on your crumbs

and your f***ing toenails.

Put it on the coffee table.

All right, you are really amped

up right now, you know that?

And that's not a coffee table,

it's an end table, okay?

What concerns me.

Casey!

I'm so sick of your f***ing sh*t.

F***! F***!

Get the f*** off me!

Get off of me!

Get out.

I'm sorry.

Pack your sh*t up and leave

before I f***ing burn it.

# Down in the valley

# Valley so low

# Late in the evening

# Hear the train blow

# Down in the valley

# Valley so low

# Late in the evening

# Hear the train blow

# The train is gone, love

# And out of sight

# Good night, my darling

# Darling, good night

# Good night

Hey.

You look nice.

Um.

I'm just going out

for a little while.

I miss my friend.

Yeah. All right, well,

I'll see you in a bit.

What's wrong?

Does my breath stink?

Ow.

Oh, babe, that looks infected.

No. It's fine.

Okay.

I'm gonna have a shower.

Okay. You know, maybe

we should split up.

Okay. I'll call you in a sec.

Andie, what happened?

How did she get out?

How? The gate was open.

Yeah, well, did you leave it open?

No. I've been home all day.

Lizzie?

Lizzie, are you there?

Look, maybe Joyce got out

some other way.

Yeah, um, I got to go.

Joyce?

Joycey?

Joyce?

I can barely see anything.

Maybe we should call it a night.

I wanna keep looking.

Lizzie, someone will see her tags.

Okay, I'm, I'm gonna

keep looking.

but I got a real early meeting

tomorrow, so.

I waited for you.

Lizzie.

I just don't understand

why you married me

when you knew I wanted

children someday.

I thought someday

I'd want them, too.

I got to go.

Lizzie.

Lizzie, wait.

Hello?

Did you just drool on yourself?

No, no, I spat on the floor.

Oh, that's nice.

I'm good.

All right, man,

sorry to bother you.

I didn't mean to waste your time,

but I'm gonna drive. I'm good.

Peter, give me

your f***ing keys.

No, I'm. Don't worry about it.

I'm gonna drive. Peter...

Let me see your keys.

You want to see them?

Okay? Ow, ow, ow!

All right!

Come on, come on.

Friggin' maniac.

Atta boy.

You're driving me tomorrow

to pick it up.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, early.

Really early. I'm gonna be up and at 'em.

I'm not joking man.

I know you're not, you're not

gonna get up. You're serious.

You're not gonna get up.

You don't even lock

this piece of sh*t?

Get in.

Weirdo.

Atta boy.

Hey, you see that bartender?

Yeah, he was really into you.

No! She! The girl. Ah.

There we go.

Open that, bud.

What's the matter with you?

I'm in the dark.

You had trouble getting in?

Hey. You okay?

I f***ed up.

I'm like a douchebag.

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