Infected Page #2

---

OH, MY GOSH, 104.

- IS SHE GONNA BE OKAY?

- YEAH, SHE'LL BE FINE.

WHAT I'D RECOMMEND,

YOU KNOW,

WE KEEP HER BED,

GIVE HER LOTS OF LIQUIDS

AND FOOD.

IF YOU LIKE,

I CAN GIVE HER SOMETHING

TO HELP HER SLEEP.

YEAH?

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE,

GRANDMA ANNIE.

- [gasping weakly]

- CAN YOU HEAR ME, ANNIE?

- [wheezes]

[gasping weakly]

- HERE YOU GO, HONEY.

THIS IS GONNA HELP YOU.

HERE YOU GO.

JUST OPEN YOUR MOUTH.

[ominous droning music]

- GRANDMA,

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

- [gasping weakly]

- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

- I'M FINE.

- I'M GONNA GET SOME BANDAGES.

[percussive music]

- BEAUTIFUL DAY, BOYS.

- YOU READY?

- DON'T MIND IF I DO.

CHERRY, I MEANT TO ASK YOU,

YOU BUY THAT STOCK I TOLD YOU

ABOUT LAST YEAR?

HOPE YOU DID.

IT WENT THROUGH THE ROOF.

- I'M SORRY TO SAY I DIDN'T.

WHAT'D YOU DO?

- WELL, YOU KNOW ME.

BOUGHT LOW, SOLD HIGH.

MADE A KILLING.

SPEAKING OF KILLING,

ANYBODY WANT TO GO HUNTING?

- HOW IS SHE?

- WHO?

- KELLY'S GRANDMOTHER.

- OH, SHE'LL BE FINE.

JUST A LITTLE TOUCH OF THE FLU.

SHALL WE?

- I'M SO IN.

- WELL, LUCKY US.

HEY, CHERRY, WAS THAT YOU

FIRING OFF ROUNDS BEFORE?

- I'M JUST A LITTLE BI OUT OF PRACTICE.

- DON'T LISTEN TO HIM,

HE'S BEST DAMN RIFLE SHO

I EVER KNEW.

- [laughs]

THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO.

- LONG AGO BUT NOT FORGOTTEN,

PAL.

COME ON.

BEASTS ARE WAITING.

- LET'S HAVE AT IT.

[twangy acoustic guitar music]

- JEREMY, WE'RE GOING OU FOR A WHILE.

YOU WANT TO COME ALONG

WITH US,

OR YOU WANT TO HANG

WITH THE OTHER KIDS?

- I DON'T KNOW.

- COME ON.

- WHERE ARE THE OTHER KIDS?

- THEY'LL PROBABLY BE BACK SOON,

RIGHT?

- COME ON.

COME ON, I NEED MY WINGMAN,

YEAH?

GET OFF YOUR ASS, BOY.

HOPE YOU DON'T MIND.

I SET THAT UP AS YOUR QUARTERS

THIS WEEKEND.

[laughs]

- AN UNSPEAKABLE TRAGEDY

HAS BEFALLEN:

A GROUP OF LOCAL BOY SCOUTS

ON A WEEKEND CAMPING TRIP

IN THE AREA:

OF THE NEHANTIC STATE FORES

IN EAST LYME, CONNECTICUT,

TODAY.

SEVERAL BOYS FROM THE GROUP

OF TEN SENIOR SCOUTS

ON A LOCAL HIGH ADVENTURE TRIP

FOR THE WEEKEND:

HAVE DISAPPEARED

INTO THE WOODS:

AND HAVE YET TO BE FOUND.

FOUR OTHER MEMBERS OF

BOY SCOUT TROOP 26 FROM OLD LYME

HAVE BEEN HOSPITALIZED

FOR UNDISCLOSED SYMPTOMS

AT LAWRENCE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL

IN OLD SAYBROOK:

AFTER AN APPARENT ANIMAL ATTACK.

LOCAL DOCTORS SAY

THE SICKNESS:

APPEARS TO BE RELATED

TO LYME DISEASE:

THAT WAS LIKELY CONTRACTED

BY THE BOYS:

BECAUSE OF EXPOSURE

TO INFECTED WILDLIFE.

- SO WHAT'S BEEN HAPPENING

IN YOUR WORLD?

- GOT DUMPED RECENTLY.

- OUCH.

- HOW ABOUT YOU?

BOYFRIEND?

- YEAH.

IT'S NOTHING SERIOUS, THOUGH.

IT'S SOMETHING

TO PASS THE TIME.

- YOU KNOW THEY SHOT A SCENE

IN RETURN OF THE JEDI

ON THIS TREE?

- OH, YEAH?

- THE SCENE WITH PRINCESS LEIA

AND THE EWOK.

THEY MEET RIGHT HERE

FOR A CANDY BAR.

- THAT'S A LOT OF HISTORY.

SO...

WHAT HAPPENED WITH THE CHICK?

- SHE BROKE UP WITH ME,

AND AFTER TWO YEARS

OF PUTTING UP WITH--

- WHAT?

- JESUS.

I DON'T WANT TO GET INTO IT.

- WELL, YOU HAVE TO NOW.

- IT'S ACTUALLY

QUITE EMBARRASSING.

- COME ON.

- SHE'S SAVING HERSELF.

- WHAT?

SO YOU NEVER--

- NO.

- [chuckles]

- I'VE GOT MYSELF A SE OF SEVERELY SWOLLEN BLUE BALLS.

- I BET YOU DO.

- IN FACT,

SITTING LIKE THIS RIGHT NOW

IS QUITE UNCOMFORTABLE.

LIKE, I HAVE TO READJUST.

- POOR THING.

- BUT ENOUGH ABOUT MY BALLS.

- [laughs]

- DO YOU HAVE A JOB,

OR YOU JUST RUN AROUND

PHOTOGRAPHING PEOPLE

IN THE WOODS?

- I WORK AS A CASHIER.

- OH.

- IT'S VERY EXCITING.

- WELL,

SOMEBODY'S GOT TO DO IT.

- YEAH.

I GUESS SO.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

- I WORK AT A GARAGE.

- AH.

- DO YOU RIDE MOTORCYCLES?

- NO.

BUT I LIKE GUYS:

WHO DO.

- AH, OF COURSE.

- [laughs]

- DID YOU HEAR THAT?

[gunshot]

- [laughs]

- [laughs]

- OH, LOOK.

- AW.

- SHH.

- IT'S CUTE.

[warbling tone,

mysterious growling]

[energetic rock music]

HEY.

- I SUPPOSE YOU WAN TO TALK NOW, IS THAT IT?

- DO DEER EAT MEAT?

- NOT THAT I KNOW OF.

- WE JUST A SAW A DEER

KILL A SQUIRREL:

AND EATS ITS GUTS.

- [laughs]

I THINK THE TWO OF YOU

ARE PROBABLY SMOKING

MORE THAN JUST CIGARETTES.

- THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

GRAZING BEASTS DON'T KILL

OTHER GRAZING BEASTS FOR MEAT.

LOUIS,

YOUR BUCK.

CARE TO DO THE HONORS?

- I'M SORRY, ED.

IF YOU'D LIKE TO TAKE CARE

OF THAT FOR ME.

YOU ARE THE SURGEON.

- MY PLEASURE.

JUST PROMISE ME:

YOU'RE NOT GONNA TURN

INTO ONE:

OF THESE HOPELESS VEGETARIANS.

- I PROMISE.

- LOOK, DAD,

WE'RE NOT LYING.

- YOU KNOW,

A LOT OF STRANGE THINGS HAPPEN

OUT IN THE WOODS.

- [gasping weakly]

HUSH LITTLE BABY

DON'T SAY A WORD

MAMA'S GONNA BUY YOU

A MOCKINGBIRD:

AND IF THAT MOCKINGBIRD

DON'T SING

[wheezes deeply]

MAMA'S GONNA BUY YOU

A DIAMOND RING:

[gasps]

[coughs]

[ominous droning music]

[twangy acoustic guitar music]

- FLOWS LIKE A RIVER.

PRETTY SOON, IT'S JUST GONNA BE

VENISON STEAK.

- SO COOL.

- WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE

YOU'VE FOUND SOMETHING

OTHER THAN COMPUTERS

YOU LIKE.

MAYBE YOU'LL CONSIDER

FOLLOWING IN MY FOOTSTEPS

AND BECOMING A SURGEON.

GRAB ON THEM LEGS

REAL TIGHT, BOYS.

ALL RIGHTY.

[laughs]

- [coughing]

- [chortles]

HEY, WHERE YOU GOING?

SHE'LL BE ALL RIGHT.

GRAB BACK ON THAT LEG.

THIS WAS A GOOD BEAST.

IT'S GONNA FEED MANY.

JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE HELL

IS THIS OVER HERE?

- WHERE?

- AH!

- F***ING A**HOLE, ED.

- [laughing heartily]

BETTER FETCH ME:

ANOTHER BUCKET, JEREMY.

GONNA BE NOTHING BUT GOOD

EATING THE REST OF THIS NIGHT.

THERE YOU GO.

HUH?

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

MAKE LITTLE SAUSAGES

OUT OF THAT?

- [laughs]

- [chuckles]

KILLING BAMBI.

[ambient music playing]

[tires squeal]

[ominous ethereal music]

- HELLO?

HELLO?

HELLO?

HEY.

HEY, IT'S OKAY.

HI.

ARE YOU OKAY?

- ARE YOU SICK?

- NO, HONEY.

I'M NOT SICK.

- ARE YOU SURE?

- YEAH, I'M SURE.

LISTEN, MY NAME'S ANGELA.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

- SARAH.

- ALL RIGHT, SARAH.

I WANT TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE.

I DON'T THINK

WE'RE SAFE HERE,

SO WOULD YOU COME WITH ME?

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

DON'T WORRY.

OKAY?

YEAH, COME ON.

IT'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

COME ON.

THAT'S A GOOD GIRL.

GOOD.

- [sighs]

[panting]

[eerie music]

UH-OH.

UH-OH.

[panting]

[gravel scraping]

SARAH?

SARAH?

- ARE YOU OUT HERE

BY YOURSELF?

WHERE'S YOUR MOM AND DAD?

[metal clattering and crashing]

[ominous music]

- HEY, THAT'S MY GIRL, YEAH.

[coughs]

- WHAT?

YOU'RE HER FATHER?

- YES.

YES, I AM.

[coughs]

- WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?

- I'M FINE.

[coughs]

- YOU DON'T LOOK FINE.

- COME HERE, HONEY.

[panting]

COME HERE.

[snarls]

COME HERE, BABY.

- YOU DON'T LOOK ALL RIGHT.

THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG.

- COME TO DADDY, HONEY.

IT'S COLD OUT.

[snorts]

COME--COME--COME--COME--

COME TO DADDY.

COME TO DADDY.

I WANT MY KID BACK.

- YOU'RE SCARING ME.

YOU'RE GONNA SCARE HER.

WHAT'S THE MATTER

WITH YOU?

- I HAVE A CONDITION.

I HAVE A--

I HAVEN'T HAD

MY MEDICATION TODAY,

SO I'M A LITTLE JUMPY,

BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN

I CAN'T BE A FATHER

TO MY OWN CHILD,

SO CAN YOU JUST PLEASE

LET ME HAVE MY KID, OKAY?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes