In Fear Page #4

- Tom!

- Tom, where are you going?

(SIGHING)

Wow.

Really exploring his

maleness there.

Is he always like that?

- We only met two weeks ago.

- Oh.

Well, he did piss off

those men in the pub.

They took offense, which is why

they're doing all this, of course.

You were in the pub?

I didn't say it earlier, 'cause I

didn't want to alarm anybody...

but I saw Tom,

and Tom spilled this man's pint.

No.

No, no, no, no.

It was the other way around.

No.

Tom spilled a pint,

and he was refusing

to buy another one

until the man got real nasty

with your friend back there.

Tom's not like that.

He wouldn't...

he bought everyone a round.

We joked about it.

Yeah, I know it's confusing.

Christ, this pain is getting worse.

You wouldn't have any water

on you, would you?

Yeah, by your feet.

Lucy, could you...?

Thanks.

It's fine.

Couldn't open it for me, could you?

MAX:
You feel better, Tom?

Do you want me to drive?

No.

I know where we are now.

I can get us out.

So let's go.

My... my head's

starting to bleed again.

Would you have

a handkerchief or something?

I don't want to bleed

all over your seats.

No, I haven't.

Oh, you wouldn't

check the glove box?

It's just that I don't want to

ruin all of your upholstery.

What's that, Lucy?

LUCY:
It's a fire hazard warning.

Where'd you get that?

Tom threw it out the window.

Huh. That's strange.

LUCY:

Did you cut your own face, Max?

You took my clothes,

pulled my hair.

- I did it all.

- You dragged me out of the car.

I cut the tree.

I even wrote on the f***ing wall.

(CHUCKLES)

It was always just me.

(SCREAMING)

Drive as fast as you f***ing can.

I've got a knife in the back

of her f***ing head.

Drive as fast as you can, Tom!

Where are we going?

Where are we going?

I'll go straight through

the back of her f***ing skull.

Faster, Tom.

- (GROANS)

- Faster, Tommy boy. Faster!

Lucy, go on, tell him.

Can you feel that, Lucy?

- I can feel it.

- There you go.

- Faster, Tom.

- I can't go any faster.

You can go faster.

You're not trying, Tom.

I will kill her. I am not joking.

- LUCY:
Tom!

- MAX:
Look at the road, Tom.

- I can't go any faster.

- Yes, you can. You can.

I can't go any faster,

or else I'll crash the car.

You make that choice.

Do you want to crash the car,

or do you want Lucy to die?

You can do it.

You can do it. Come on, Tommy.

- Come on, Tom.

- I can't go any faster.

Oh, you can go faster

than that, Tom.

You can go faster than that, Tom.

I can't go any faster!

- Faster!

- (WAILS)

I'll put this knife

right through her skull.

I'm going to put this knife

through her head.

- I can't go any faster!

- Going to put it through her head, Tom.

Faster! Faster!

(LUCY SCREAMS)

Faster! Faster!

- MAX:
Whoo!

- (LUCY SCREAMS)

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- (SOBBING)

You had a choice back there,

Tommy boy.

I'm not wearing a seat belt.

You both are.

You probably could have killed

me and saved yourselves.

Now you've only

one more choice to make.

I want you to make it, Lucy.

I want you to choose

which one of you I kill.

(SCREAMS) No!

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

- 10...

- F*** you!

It's just a name. Nine...

F*** you!

- Do it.

- No!

- Do it, Lucy.

- Eight.

- Seven.

- No!

Six.

- Go ahead.

- Five.

- (SCREAMING)

- Four.

No.

Don't move, Tom. Don't move.

(SCREAMS)

Three.

- How much do you love Tom?

- Do it. Do it.

- (WAILS)

- Two.

How much do you love your life?

You or Tom?

One.

Tom! Tom!

(TOM SCREAMS)

(LUCY SCREAMS)

(LAUGHS)

F***'s sake, lads,

I don't even have a knife.

(LAUGHS)

Wow. Thanks.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Okay, listen,

it's been interesting,

and thanks for the ride.

What are you doing, you f***?

- See you later.

- Get out!

(LAUGHING)

MAX:

It's not like I've done anything.

Get out of the f***ing car!

(MAX LAUGHING)

Safe home. (TAPS WINDOW)

(TOM PANTING)

(TOM YELLS)

(YELLS)

Come on. Come on. Come on.

(LAUGHS)

- Come on.

- You bastard!

Come on.

Come on!

- (LAUGHS)

- Get the f*** off me!

Come on. Come on.

That's it, boy.

- Tommy boy.

- You're f***ed up.

That's it. That's it.

(MAX LAUGHS)

All right, Tom.

Come on, Tom.

(LAUGHS)

(PANTING)

(SIGHS)

Let's finish this.

(PANTING)

- (WHIMPERS)

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

- Get off.

- Shh, shh, shh.

Ow, ow, ow.

- Shh, shh, shh.

- (YELLING)

- (BONE CRACKS)

- (SCREAMS)

(WHIMPERS)

(CRYING)

Violence is the mother

and the daughter.

- (SPITS)

- (CAR DOOR OPENS)

LUCY:
Tom?

Tom?

Tom?

(LUCY GROANS)

- (WHIMPERING)

- Tom.

- Tom!

- (SOBBING)

Tom!

(GROANS) Ow, ow.

(ENGINE KNOCKING)

(TOM WHIMPERS)

We're out of petrol.

(GRUNTS)

I wanted...

I wanted to kill him, Lucy.

(SIGHS)

(PANTING)

(RAIN PATTERS)

I said your name.

I said, "Tom."

Tom, get out of the car.

Tom! Tom!

I can't get...

- What are you...

- Tom.

TOM:
Go. Move. Move. Run.

(TOM PANTING)

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, wait.

(LUCY YELLS)

TOM:
Okay, turn... turn your light off.

Turn your light off. Shh.

- Tom.

- Do it.

Lucy, Lucy...

just keep going. Just keep going.

Go. Come on.

- Stop, Tom. Stop.

- (BRANCHES CRACKLING)

TOM:
What's that?

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

TOM:
Go. Go.

(LUCY GASPS)

(GASPS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Tom?

(LEAVES CRUNCHING)

Tom?

(BRANCH CRACKS)

Tom? Tom?

(FAINT RUSTLING)

(PANTING)

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(WIPERS THUMPING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

MAX:
Know what you're thinking!

"It looked a lot better

on the website!"

That took me ages!

You know how hard it was

to find a place like this?

Breakfast is served

half-6:
00 to 10:00!

If you need a hand with your bags,

you're going to have to wait!

As you can see, I am snowed under!

Okay, I'll admit,

rooms are a little drafty!

(LAUGHS)

See you in the morning, Luce.

Picture-postcard Ireland.

- (BANGS)

- (LAUGHS)

(FAINTLY) Sh*t. Sh*t.

Come on, Lucy. Come on. Go faster.

What do you want from me?!

(HORN HONKS)

What do you want?!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN HONKS)

Come on, Lucy. (LAUGHS)

(HORN HONKING)

Just finish your f***ing game!

You f***ing got me!

(LAUGHS) Whoo-hoo!

(FAINT THUMP)

Tom? Tom!

(SCREAMS) Tom!

Tom!

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SOBBING)

(YELLS)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS, SOBS)

(SPLASHING)

(WIPERS THUMPING)

(TRICKLING)

Come on, Lucy.

(FAINTLY)

Don't you f***ing move, Max.

(SCREAMS)

Oh, what is this

I cannot see

An icy hand

Take hold on me?

Oh, I am death

That none can excel

I open the door

Of heaven and hell

Now death, oh, death

How can it be

That I must come

And go with thee?

Oh, death, oh, death

How can it be?

For I'm prepared

For eternity

Oh, yes, I've come

For to get your soul

Leave your body

Leave it cold

Till drop the flesh

From off your frame

The earth and worms

Both had their claim

Too late, too late

To holler farewell

My doom is fixed

I'm summoned to hell

As long as God

And heaven shall dwell

My soul, my soul

Shall scream in hell.

(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

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