No One Lives Page #2

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You're not the type.

Trust me, I know the type.

Don't mind my boy here.

His idea of friendliness

is to scare the tourists.

( Softly )

Boo.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

Please excuse us.

- Hoag:
Move.

- Whoa.

( Flynn chuckles, whistles )

Do not sh*t where I eat.

( Door closes, bell rattles )

( music continues )

J' 'Cause death is my best friend. J'

( insects chirping )

( music playing on radio )

Am I really your only

worldly possession?

Of all people,

- you should know I need my--

- ( motorcycle engine revving )

( tires screech )

( bangs )

( car approaching )

" ( Flynn groans)

' ( Hoag chuckling )

What in f***'s name is this?

We can strip her down.

There's parts in here.

And where, pray tell,

is the owner of this luxury vehicle?

Convalescing at the gas station,

after which Ethan

will encourage him

to cooperate.

I told you, I don't like you getting

my brother involved in your sh*t.

This guy is some uppity

rich motherf***er

who was at the right place

at the right time.

All it's gonna take

is just a little bit of torture

and we'll have bank codes,

pin numbers and all sorts of sh*t.

Kidnapping tourists

is your idea of fast cash?

Did I not just make up

for the short haul?

Why don't you get off

my f***ing ass?

Flynn, another fuckup like today,

and I end you.

Clear?

( Clanking, creaking )

( door slams )

Where are we?

Last place on earth.

Oh...

a comedian.

This seem funny to you?

Have they hurt you?

What do you think?

I've made a decision.

(sobs)

Please forgive me.

Shh.

No talking, sweetness.

I can't do this anymore.

Ethan:

I said shut up.

(whispers )

Betty, don't.

It's been an experience.

- ( Woman screams )

- What the f***?

Oh, "W"

I'll see you in the next life.

Don't.

No!

Ethan:

What the f***?

( Screaming )

Ethan:

What the f***?

Get away from her.

Hey. HEY-

You're dead, f***er.

Sh*t.

(grunting )

- (coughs)

- That's where you're mistaken.

But this should clear up

the confusion.

( Gasps )

Handcuffs- that was

your first mistake.

You people never heard

of zip ties?

( Ethan whimpering )

- ( Emma grunting)

- Come on.

Can I get some f***ing help

here, please?

It's too late for this

f***ing sh*t, Flynn.

F***, what the f*** is that?

This is a girl that I found

in the f***ing trunk.

F***, she smells like

a f***ing toilet.

- ( Emma grunting)

- All right, all right, all right.

Hold still, all right?

I'm gonna take this off.

You're gonna stand still.

Easy, easy.

Okay?

- ( Screams )

- Come here. Did she bite me?

- Tamara:
F***.

- ( screaming )

Flynn:

Hey.

Hey. HEY-

- Flynn:
Stop it. Stop it.

- ( Emma screaming )

Denny:
What the hell

is all that yelling?

There's a world of sh*t

erupting downstairs.

Flynn:

Stop it.

It's 2:
30 in the morning.

And there's some girl down there

screaming like she's got bugs up in her.

Don't bust my balls, Amber.

Seems like Flynn carjacked

that couple from the restaurant.

- Cut the sh*t.

- No, seriously.

- I gotta check it out.

- No, you ain't gotta do nothing.

- No, I gotta go. I gotta go.

- No.

I gotta go.

( Emma screaming )

- No. No. No.

- What the f*** is going on?

Flynn found her

in the trunk of the car.

Where is he? Where is he?

You killed him, right?

Please tell me he's dead.

Expand on "he."

Oh, God.

- What's going on?

- We have to get out of here.

- We-- we have to--

- What?

Get Ethan on the radio, now.

Now. Go.

No, we have to leave now.

We have to get out of here now.

Why won't you let me go?

What were you doing

in the trunk of that car?

Answer him.

- Answer him.

- ( grunts)

He had to move. He knew

they were coming, so he had to--

Tamara:
Who the f***

are we talking about?

Listen to me. He's gonna come for me.

He always does.

Why don't you start

by telling us his name?

He doesn't have a name.

He's gonna come

and he's gonna kill you all.

Dad, Ethan is not coming up

on the radio.

Keep trying-

You're not gonna get him.

You're not gonna get him.

He's-- he's already dead.

How the f*** do you know?

Shut the f*** up, Flynn!

( Emma panting )

Please just call the police.

Are you people f***ing retarded?

Go up the road

and wake Ethan the f*** up.

I'm going with him.

This Flynn show

is getting under my skin.

I'm sick of being disrespected.

Denny, it's not a f***ing

book club.

You earn your way around here.

If you want respect,

- you need to grow a pair.

- Yeah, like Flynn?

Flynn might be a scumbag,

but he's a loyal soldier,

and that means something.

Well, I'm practically blood.

Banging his little girl

doesn't buy you rights.

Makes you brave, though,

considering every dick in town

has been in that sh*t.

This is my girlfriend

you're talking about.

God, Dens, please.

Something's not right.

Tamara:

All right, let's go.

( Dripping echoes )

Denny:

Ethan, are you in here?

- ( Radio buzzing )

- What the f*** happened to the radio?

Whoa!

Oh, f***.

What the f***? What the f***?

( Screams )

Oh!

Oh.

How the f*** did he kill Ethan?

- Mother of God.

- Nobody kills Ethan.

Tamara:
What the hell

happened here?

Denny:

Oh, f***.

This is so wrong.

Flynn really f***ed up bad,

didn't he?

Looks that way.

- ( Denny retches )

- F***.

Here, I think these should fit you.

Hey!

- What's gotten into you, girl?

- Maybe we should let her clean up.

Till we hear from Ethan, I'm not

letting that one out of my sight.

I already told you,

he's dead.

You don't know my brother.

I never will.

( Both grunting )

Tamara:

Push.

( Tamara coughs, panting )

What happened to you?

What's your name?

( Door closes )

I have a question.

Do you people have any idea

what you're dealing with?

Where the f*** is the girl? I told you

not to let her out of your sight.

You know how you guys

always make fun of me

for watching all those

reality shows?

Well, just wait till you see this.

( Theme music playing )

So it's mostly just pedophiles

and bank robbers,

guys who kill their families

and sh*t,

but I've been totally into

this one story.

Baby girl,

don't be wasting my time.

Amber:

This one.

That's you, right?

It was like any other Friday night

at the Oregon Arts Complex--

a night that would be

seared into the minds

of parents

of 15 college students forever.

Oregon student Emma Ward

and her friends were having a party,

celebrating the end of the semester

like most students.

Except this celebration

turned bloody.

A killer entered the house.

Was he already there, waiting,

or was he a friend?

Police and federal authorities

have never been able to place together

the mystery of how or why

it happened.

But when it was over,

14 students had been brutally murdered.

Only one was never found--

Emma Ward,

the heiress to the Nashville-based

Ward Publication empire.

Did she know the killer?

Until now, it was unclear.

That's when hunter Richard Louie

discovered this.

I was tracking a deer

when it got caught up in this thing.

Officer:
Apparently the carving

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