Infected Page #4
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- Year:
- 2013
- 95 min
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BUT SHE'S SO SICK,
YOU KNOW,
- ABOUT 100 YARDS
OVER THAT RIDGE.
- GRANDMA!
- HOLY F***.
THAT'S HER BLANKET.
- GRANDMA ANNIE!
GRANDMA ANNIE!
- WELL, NOW WHAT?
I'M NOT TIRED.
[door opening]
[glass sliding,
liquid swishing]
[door closing]
- OH, SWEET.
- AND--
[door closing]
CHASERS.
[cans clanking]
- COOL.
- THAT'S A GREAT IDEA.
YOU SHOULD GO OU AND GATHER SOME FIREWOOD.
- I'M ON IT.
[bluesy rock music]
- 52 CARDS
YOU BLOW.
I BLOW.
[indistinct conversation]
- OH!
- OH, WOW.
- OH, MY GOD,
WHAT CAN I SAY?
[eerie ambient music]
[twig snaps]
- HELLO?
ANDREW!
- [snarling monstrously]
[pulsing rock music]
[snarls bestially]
[ominous music]
- JEREMY!
- JEREMY!
- JEREMY!
- I DON'T KNOW.
JEREMY!
- JEREMY!
WHERE'S YOUR GUN?
- GRANDMA!
- LOUIS.
- YEAH?
- WHAT?
- NOTHING.
THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG.
- JEREMY!
ANDREW!
- ANDREW,
- WHERE'S JEREMY?
BY THE TIME:
WE GOT OUTSIDE,
DRAGGING HIM AWAY.
- WE DON'T KNOW.
AND MOVING AROUND,
SOUND?
WHAT HAPPENED THEN?
- JUST SILENCE.
- ALL RIGHT,
ED, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!
HEY, HEY, HEY! DON'T, DON'T.
DON'T GO OUT.
- LOOK, HE'S MY SON.
- DON'T GO OUT--
- MY SON!
- YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH!
[bells jingle]
CALL THE POLICE.
RIGHT NOW, DO IT!
[ominous droning music]
[mysterious shrill tone]
- [groaning painfully]
[screaming painfully]
[panting]
[ominous orchestral music]
- ED!
- [whimpers]
- ED!
- [sniffles]
- ED.
ED.
ED, IT'S ME, LOUIS.
- [sighs morosely]
[breathing heavily]
- ED.
KILLED MY SON.
THIS IS ALL:
OH, MY GOD.
OH, MY GOD.
- DON'T TOUCH ME.
DON'T TOUCH ME!
[growls]
- [whispering]
- [inhales sharply]
[sighs]
[panting]
[chain clinking]
[metal clatters]
[door creaks slowly]
[droning music]
[eerie spasmodic tone]
[junk clatters]
[eerie spasmodic tone,
junk clattering]
[monstrous roaring]
- [groans]
[driving rock music]
- [snarls]
[crunches]
- [screams]
[bones snap]
- [whimpers]
- [groans]
[gunshot]
[ominous droning music]
- [whispering]
F***ING STARVING.
OH, F***ING CEREAL.
CEREAL.
LOUIS?
[door creaks]
[mysterious shrill music]
OH, MY GOD.
GRANDMA ANNIE?
- [gasping spasmodically]
[gasps sharply]
- GRANDMA?
- [whimpering]
- LOUIS.
LOUIS.
- HEY.
OH, GOD.
WHAT'S GOING ON.
THERE'S THIS--THIS VIRUS,
THIS DISEASE.
I DON'T KNOW
[melancholy orchestral music]
[panting]
- OKAY.
TO THE HOUSE.
- OKAY.
- OKAY?
- OKAY, YEAH.
I'LL SHOW YOU.
- ALL RIGHT, LET'S GO.
SHE'S SUFFERING,
TO THE HOSPITAL.
- [coughs nasally]
LIKE THIS BEFORE.
- JESUS CHRIST, LOUIS.
both:
WHAT?- BY SOMEBODY
OR SOME F***ING THING
AND I'M PRETTY SURE
IT'S DEAD.
- I DON'T KNOW, SETH.
WHATEVER IT IS,
IT'S RIGHT OUT ON THE DOORSTEP.
EVERYBODY NEEDS:
THAT'S FOR SURE.
GRANDMA.
- [whimpers]
YOU KNOW, WE'VE BEEN LOOKING
EVERYWHERE FOR YOU.
- YEAH.
ANGELA HAS A CAR.
COME ON.
TO A HOSPITAL:
I PROMISE.
[eerie ambient music]
[gunshot]
- [groans]
[jibbers]
[roars]
[gunshot]
[pounding at door]
[gun c*cks]
- GO AHEAD.
LET HIM IN.
OPEN THE DOOR.
[rapid knocking]
KELLY.
OPEN THE DOOR.
LET HIM IN.
I'M GONNA F***ING BLOW
HIS HEAD OFF.
[knocking]
OPEN IT UP:
AND GET BACK.
- [squeals fearfully]
- HEY, MATT!
WHAT THE F***?
ALMOST SHOT YOU!
GET IN HERE!
- HOLY F***ING SH*T.
- ANDREW, GET A CHAIR.
- OH, MY GOD.
- SIT DOWN!
WHAT IS IT?
- [cries]
HOLY SH*T.
GOD ALMIGHTY.
I'M THERE,
I'M ALMOST DONE.
AND F***ING
OUT OF NOWHERE,
OLD MAN TUMAN:
F***ING ATTACKS ME, MAN.
HE TAKES ME:
TO THE F***ING GROUND.
- YOU'RE GONNA F***ING BLEED
TO DEATH.
GO GET SOMETHING
FOR THAT F***ING THING.
- I'M DOWN--
YEAH, I'M DOWN, RIGHT?
I'VE BEEN WORKING FOR THE GUY,
F***ING WHAT, 11 YEARS?
[chuckles]
HE HIM ME LIKE I AIN' NEVER BEEN HIT BEFORE, MAN,
EVER.
- THE F*** HAPPEN
TO YOUR LEG?
- [cries painfully]
AND HE'S--
MY F***ING LEG OFF.
[groans]
AGAIN, AGAIN, AGAIN,
HARD, MAN.
I'M TELLING YOU.
I DID.
BEHIND THOSE EYES, MAN.
- F***.
- NOTHING.
- [screams]
[groaning]
I JUST F***ING--
IN HIS EYES,
AND I RAN, MAN.
I RAN, LOUIS.
- CALM DOWN.
NEVER HAD A HABIT.
- [whimpering]
TO ME?
- [panicked screaming]
[whimpering]
[panting]
PLEASE, THERE'S BEEN
AN ACCIDENT.
I'LL DO ANYTHING
YOU WANT.
ANYTHING.
[gunshot]
[gasps]
- HI, GRANDMA.
OKAY, OKAY.
THERE YOU GO.
YOU FEEL BETTER:
A LITTLE BIT?
GOOD, GOOD.
IT'S COLD.
YOU WANT TO PUT I ON YOUR FACE?
OH, GOSH.
- [moaning]
TO A HOSPITAL.
ALL RIGHT, MORE WATER.
- [slurping]
- GOOD.
YOU'RE THIRSTY.
WE GOT TO KEEP YOUR FEVER DOWN,
I GUESS,
I LOVE YOU.
- [growling]
[yells viciously]
- [screaming]
- [growling]
- [muffled]
GRANDMA!
[screaming]
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