Munger Road Page #3

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this place is creepy as sh*t.

End of story.

Wait, where are

you going?

Well, the fastest way

back to the cafe

is the way

we came, so-

You scared

to go back, Joe?

Joe doesn't get scared

unless you threaten her

with fun. (Chuckles)

What the hell is

that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Just, you know, we were

trying to have some fun

and you're kind of

acting like a b*tch.

You're calling me

a b*tch?

- No.

- You're calling me a b*tch?

No, that's not

what I said.

- I didn't say that at all.

- You're such an a**hole.

- Corey:
I didn't say that!

- Guys, guys. Jesus.

I said you're acting

like a b*tch.

- I didn't call you a b*tch.

- You know, what a waste.

I'm sorry I haven't played

your cute little damsel

- all night long.

- What's the supposed to mean?

Okay, guys, enough.

We're going home.

Corey, just say

you're sorry.

- For what?

- Joe:
No, it's fine.

He doesn't have

to say anything.

Joe,

I wasn't trying

to call you a b*tch.

I'm sorry.

I didn't, um-

(Engine stalls)

Corey, what the hell?

- Uh...

- What's going on?

The gas pedal

isn't working.

Corey, come on!

Enough pranks, seriously.

I'm not pranking right now.

I think the car just died.

Well, then turn

the car back on!

Everything is on, Rachael!

My foot is on the gas pedal.

(Engine sputtering)

- (Tires screech)

- Rachael:
Jesus.

Corey:
Sh*t!

This is just great.

Right back

where we started.

(Engine clicks)

We might have

a slight problem.

Take all night-

Both sides of the river.

Maybe we should split up.

- (Static)

- Swanson:
Chief?

What do you think?

Ray?

Where are you?

I'm looking at you.

What's up?

Mrs. Hartley's been trying

to reach the office.

What, did her pilot light

blow out again?

No.

She said she saw somebody at the

empty house across her street,

- Went through the side door.

- Across the street?

112 north.

(Sighs)

Yeah.

- I don't know sh*t about cars.

- (Lighter flicks)

Joe:

It helps if you can see.

- Rach, try it again, real quick.

- (Engine clicks)

It's not even trying

to turn over.

He's gonna kill me.

Do we have enough money

for a tow?

I think

it's the ignition coil.

Probably cracked it going

over the tracks or something.

- So the car's not gonna start?

- Joe:
Nope.

Rach, call your dad.

We're gonna need a ride.

- (Beeps)

- Corey:
Can we even get a tow right now?

I don't know.

Uh, guys,

I can't get a signal.

Sh*t, neither can I.

(Phone beeps)

Neither can I.

Sh*t.

Hendricks:
What's

special about 112 north?

(Sighs)

It's where he used to live.

Isn't it a block down?

Yeah, let's... walk.

- I don't want to show the car.

- (Engine stops)

- So?

- So?

What took you so long?

For what?

To catch him.

(Sighs)

I wasn't the Chief then.

It took them three days

to find that first boy.

They found him

in the river.

We didn't know

what to think.

Gunther drown him?

No, that was it-

The murder weapon.

- What?

- Well, we couldn't figure out what it was.

At first we thought

it was some sort of animal.

There were teeth marks

all up and down that little boy.

Jesus.

He- he bit him?

(Whispering)

Shh shh! This is it.

Put the light out.

Look at this place. This

garage is bigger than my house.

It's a carriage house,

been rehabbing it

for years.

It's been jimmied.

Yeah.

(Creaking)

Put it out.

Right, listen, I want you

to wait out here.

Check the back

and the front

in case anybody

comes out.

Think that's

a good idea?

What, are you scared?

Yeah, for you.

Turn off your radio.

Keep sharp.

Now what do we do?

Any ideas?

Well, I think we should

just stick it out in the car

and wait for someone else

to come down the road.

Okay, but it's been

over an hour

and there hasn't been

a single other car.

Okay, I think it's too dangerous

to hike in the woods so-

Yeah but, dude,

six hours till daylight.

What would be

the best way back to town?

Walking,

probably down the tracks.

No no, absolutely not.

I'm not walking

or going anywhere.

Babe, the car is sitting

in the middle of the road,

so what do you

want us to do?

- You could take your shirt off.

- Oh, you are such an ass!

- You know, this is your fault.

- My fault?

- Yeah. - Last time I checked,

your boyfriend was in on this too.

You're not gonna blame

all this sh*t on me.

- (Scraping) - Nobody's blaming anybody,

dude, so just chill.

- I'm blaming both of you.

- What good is that gonna do?

- We're still stuck.

- Guys guys.

Did you hear that?

Rachael:

What? Mouth one and mouth two?

Everybody shut up.

Corey:
What?

I think I heard someone

on the pavement behind us.

Well, get the light.

(Whispering) Listen.

- What is that?

- (Scraping continues)

Someone's out there.

- (Breathing heavily)

- Rachael, stop it.

Shh. Everyone shut up.

(Rustling)

Rachael:

What do you see?

- Corey:
What do you see?

- I don't see-

- (Bangs)

- (All gasp)

(Whimpers)

This is not happening.

Shut up.

Look, not that it matters

at the moment,

but I think he knows

that we're here.

Well, I think we should

get the hell out of here.

Yeah, what are

we gonna do, run?

Joe:

What?

- (Wood clatters)

- (Running footsteps)

Chief. Chief!

(Whispering)

Sh*t. Sh*t.

Sh*t.

(Breathing heavily)

Son of a-

(Grunts)

Ah!

What the- jeez.

What the hell

is that?

Must be haunted.

(Rustles)

- Ahh!

- (Thuds)

(Gun fires)

- (Footsteps running)

- Kirkhoven:
Hendricks!

(Door slams)

- Kirkhoven:
Freeze!

- (Crashing)

(Gun fires twice)

- (Door slams)

- Kirkhoven:
Hendricks!

(Footsteps running)

Hendricks!

(Whispering) Okay, guys,

I think he might be gone.

- I'm gonna look.

- No! He's gonna see you.

If this is another part

of your prank-

If I get out of this car

and the Steiner brothers

or anybody else pops up-

Just tell me this is

another part of your joke.

- Joe, where are you going?

- I got a text message earlier

From my mom while you were

spreading powder on the bumper.

- No no, you can't go out there.

- Joe, that was two miles back.

- Are you kidding?

- It's better than waiting till morning

or for the next invisible hand

to beat on the car.

All right? Either way

we need to get home.

Corey:

Joe, Joe, Joe.

Joe. Joe.

Joe.

Joe, Joe.

What?

We were

- we were just trying to have a little fun.

And the back window?

I swear it was

just the bumper.

Look, Corey, I'm tired.

I don't feel good, okay?

I just want to go home.

- Okay okay.

- All right? I want to get home.

I'm sorry.

It's my fault

that we're out here.

I'll go.

And you can stay here

with these guys.

You'll come right back?

Yeah.

I'll time you.

(Footsteps approach)

Can I see this?

Let me see.

Ooh, that's a nice

little knot he gave you.

Yeah.

What about him?

Oh man, I shot the poor

bastard in both legs.

Well, I'll let you

process him

when he's out of surgery.

(Laughs)

I never used my gun.

I'm glad your aim

is a little better.

Well, next time.

Who is he?

Oh, he's just some guy

out of Dekalb.

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