Maskerade Page #5

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FOR HER VOODOO.

I SAID IT WAS A FOX.

WELL, I WAS WRONG.

- SHE WAS KILLING

FARM ANIMALS?

- SACRIFICING THEM,

MORE LIKE IT.

I MEAN, MAYBE

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN OKAY

IF IT STAYED:

WITH CHICKENS AND GOATS,

BUT THEN THAT'S WHEN

THE TOWNFOLK:

TOOK THE LAW:

INTO THEIR OWN HANDS.

THE BOY GOT SICK,

UGLY SICK.

PEOPLE SAID THA IT MADE HER MAD,

CRAZY.

- LEONARD, RIGHT?

- YEAH. LEONARD.

- WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM?

- HE WAS DEVIL-TOUCHED.

IT'S THE ONLY WORD

TO DESCRIBE HIM--

HIM AND HIS MOTHER.

- [crying]

- SHE STOLE MY BABY.

SACRIFICED HIM:

IN THE NAME OF MAGIC,

ALL TO SAVE THAT EVIL

BASTARD OF HERS.

THE ONLY THING IN THE WORLD

THAT I WANTED:

WAS TO SAVE MY BABY,

AND THAT ONE WAS TOO LATE

FOR THAT.

ALL I WANTED TO SEE

WAS HER BURNED.

- [screaming]

- YOU GOTTA LEAVE THAT HOUSE.

DO YOU HEAR ME?

YOU GOTTA LEAVE THAT HOUSE.

HE'S COMING BACK

TO AVENGE HIS MOTHER.

YOU HEAR ME?

HUH?

[shouting]

YOU HEAR ME?

HE'LL KILL YOU ALL!

YOU HEAR ME?

- AH!

- JESUS.

YOU OKAY?

- YES, JUST SOME SERIOUSLY

F***ED-UP PEOPLE IN THIS TOWN.

- WHAT HAPPENED?

JEN, WHAT HAPPENED?

- I DON'T KNOW.

JUST, LET'S GO.

I'M REALLY STARTING

TO HATE THIS PLACE.

- I THINK JEN'S STARTING

TO LIKE THIS PLACE.

- YEAH?

THAT'S GOOD, MAN.

- HEY, WOULD YOU HAND ME

A BULB?

- UH...

KIND OF BUSY;

GIVE ME A SECOND.

- DUDE, JUST HAND ME A BULB,

YOU HOMO.

- [drops tool]

DAMN IT.

DAMN IT.

YOU SUCK.

YOU KNOW, YOU GUYS

SHOULD REALLY THINK

ABOUT REDOING ALL THE WIRING

IN HERE...

I MEAN, IF YOU'RE EVER PLANNING

ON SELLING IT.

- HEY, GIVE ME THE BULB.

- OH, SH*T.

HERE.

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THA YOU PUT THE DEED IN HER NAME.

THAT'S JUST LIKE NOT GETTING HER

TO SIGN A PRE-NUP.

- AHA!

smack

- OH.

DUDE.

- THANKS, BRO.

- I'LL GO CHECK THE BOX.

- YEAH, PLEASE DO.

- [growling]

[metal scraping]

- WHERE IS IT?

DID IT WORK?

- DID YOU FLIP IT?

- YEAH. FLIPPED IT.

- LOOKS LIKE THE WIRES

ARE CROSSED.

PROBABLY SOMEWHERE

IN THE BASEMENT.

SEE HOW IT RUNS DOWN?

I'LL GO CHECK IT OUT.

- IF YOU'RE NOT BACK IN A WEEK,

I'LL DRAG THE LAKE.

- YEAH, ALL RIGHT.

- AND STAY OUT OF THAT WINE!

[eerie music]

- HELLO?

HOLY SH*T.

F*** ME.

OH.

EVAN'S GONNA FLIP HIS SH*T.

YO, "E"!

OH, MY GOD.

- [grumbles]

- [laughs nervously]

OH, SH*T.

OH, DUDE, THAT WAS--

YOU SCARED ME.

ALL RIGHT, YOU GOT ME.

WE'RE EVEN.

UGH!

- HEY, MIKE!

I TOLD YOU STAY AWAY

FROM MY WINE.

- [moaning]

- FRIGGIN' DRUNK.

- YOU F***ER!

F***!

NO!

[moaning]

- MIKE.

GOD DAMN IT.

MIKE!

MIKE!

SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU THROW

THAT SCARECROW AT ME AGAIN,

I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU

IN THE SAC.

COME ON, MIKE.

IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE.

WE GOT STUFF TO DO.

YOU GOT THE DOOR OPEN, HUH?

WHERE'D YOU FIND THE KEY?

MIKE?

WHERE ARE YOU?

HEY, I SEE YOU, DIPSHIT.

ALL RIGHT, ENJOY THE SMELL.

I'M LOCKING YOU IN.

WHAT'S UP WITH YOUR FACE?

- [grumbling]

- [screams]

HEY! HELP!

AH!

SOMEBODY HELP ME!

[tense percussive music]

[breathing heavily]

- [growling]

crack!

crack!

UGH!

- AH!

UGH!

[dramatic music]

- OH!

OH!

- WHO'S THE CREEPER?

- IT'S OKAY.

I KNOW HIM.

- YEAH?

- YEAH.

COULD YOU PULL THE CAR AROUND?

- YEAH.

HEY, SCREAM IF YOU NEED ME,

ALL RIGHT?

- YEAH, I'LL MEET YOU INSIDE.

- I DON'T MEAN TO BOTHER YOU,

BUT YOU HAVEN'T SEEN MR. PECK

OUT HERE TODAY, HAVE YOU?

- ACTUALLY, I JUST LEFT HIM

DOWN AT THE STORE.

HE--HE WAS REALLY DRUNK

AND ACTING PRETTY STRANGE.

- IT'S THIS PLACE.

IT DREDGES UP A LO OF REALLY BAD MEMORIES FOR HIM.

- YEAH, HE TOLD ME...

EVERYTHING.

- EVAN?

MIKE?

HELLO?

[ominous music]

[laughing]

"FOR YOU."

IT LOOKS LIKE A KINDERGARTENER

WROTE IT.

[water running]

MIKE?

MIKE?

COME OUT, COME OUT,

WHEREVER YOU ARE.

- IF YOU DO SEE HIM,

YOU'LL GIVE ME A CALL, RIGHT?

- OKAY.

I'LL DO THAT.

- GOOD.

- HEY, FRED.

WHAT IS MR. PECK SO AFRAID OF?

- THE PAST.

[eerie music]

crash!

[water running]

- [sighing]

[door opens]

[ominous music]

[screams]

- ANNETTE.

YOU UP HERE?

ANNETTE!

AH!

[crying]

[foreboding music]

- [coughing]

- [crying]

[ominous music]

[screaming]

[crying]

OH!

[grunting]

crack!

AH!

[footsteps]

SH*T.

- OH, THE DEVIL.

THE DEVIL!

- AH!

[door opens]

[foreboding music]

- [groaning]

[engine turns over]

NOT THIS TIME, A**HOLE.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[car horn honking]

I'M RIGHT HERE, A**HOLE!

- [crying]

- [moaning]

- EVAN. EVAN.

HONEY.

[crying]

OKAY, COME ON.

WE'LL GET YOU OUT OF HERE.

OKAY, I GOT YOU, BABY.

BABY.

[crying]

[door closes]

[gentle piano music]

thud!

[whimpers]

- COME ON, LEONARD!

COME ON, YOU SACK OF SH*T!

[brains squishing]

SICK SON OF A B*TCH!

[ominous music]

- I'M SENDING YOU BACK TO HELL,

MOTHERF***ER.

[horn blaring]

- COME ON!

SON OF A B*TCH.

HUH?

YOU'RE ONE SICK

SON OF A B*TCH!

I KILLED YOU ONCE.

I CAN DO IT AG--

AGH!

[tense percussive music]

THAT'S THE BEST--

THE BEST YOU CAN DO?

OKAY, BOY.

[coughing]

[laughing]

THAT'S A PRETTY NEW FACE

YOU GOT THERE.

OH, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL,

YOU F*** FACE!

OOH!

WOW!

YOU'RE AFRAID OF ME,

IS THAT IT?

WELL, I AIN'T AFRAID OF YOU.

I AIN'T AFRAID OF NOTHING.

COME ON.

F***ING FREAK!

HUH?

COME ON.

COME ON!

COME ON, TRY TO KILL ME.

OOH!

- LEONARD!

LET HIM GO.

- [grumbling]

- YES.

JUST LET HIM GO, OKAY?

THERE YOU GO, BABY.

- I'M SO PROUD OF YOU.

- [whimpering]

[dramatic music]

- UGH!

- I DID IT--THE 3-YEAR-OLD.

I DID FOR THE BABY.

I KILLED HIM.

- YEAH, YOU DID.

YOU DID.

LOOK, WE'RE GOING TO GET YOU

AN AMBULANCE, OKAY?

- YOU HAVE TO BURN HIM.

BURN...HIM.

[dramatic music]

- WOW!

- WAIT!

WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED HERE?

- YEAH, FRED FROM

THE GENERAL STORE CALLED US

AFTER MR. PECK WENT MISSING.

WE STUMBLED UPON THIS MESS.

WE'RE STILL TRYING TO PIECE I TOGETHER.

SHE'S A LITTLE SHAKEN UP,

AS YOU MIGHT TELL.

JENNIFER.

JEN, I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU

FOR A MINUTE.

- HI, JENNIFER.

MY NAME IS ARTHUR BROWN.

I'M REALLY SORRY.

THIS MUST BE REALLY HORRIBLE

FOR YOU.

I SPOKE TO EVAN ON THE PHONE

YESTERDAY,

AND HE ASKED ME:

IF I'D COME OUT.

I WOULD APPRAISE THE ANTIQUES

IN THE HOUSE,

AND I CAN TELL YOU

THAT YOU ARE SITTING ON OVER

A MILLION DOLLARS IN ASSETS.

NOW, I DON'T EXPECT YOU

TO ANSWER ME RIGHT AWAY,

BUT I WOULD LIKE TO EXTEND

THE OFFER.

- I'M SORRY.

- NO, I'M SORRY.

I LOOK FORWARD:

TO HEARING FROM YOU.

- THANK YOU.

- THANK YOU, SIR.

- APPRECIATE IT.

THANKS A LOT.

YOU CAN GO NOW:

IF YOU WANT TO.

GOT YOU A HOTEL ROOM

OUT THERE AT THE INTERSTATE.

STAY AS LONG AS YOU WANT.

THE COUNTY WILL TAKE CARE

OF YOU.

I CAN GET ONE OF MY OFFICERS

TO KEEP YOU COMPANY

TILL YOUR PARENTS GET HERE.

ALL RIGHT, THEN.

HEY, HOLD HIM UP.

SHOOT.

GET THIS SORRY SON OF A B*TCH

IN A BODY BAG.

[tranquil orchestral music]

- [weeping]

[ominous music]

[screams]

[heavy metal music]

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