Psychopaths Page #3

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Help!

[MAN WHIMPERS]

[LAUGHS NEUROTICALLY]

[MAN GRUNTING]

[MAN SCREAMS]

[PANTS]

Help!

Help me!

Help!

[GROANS]

[HIGH-PITCHED GIGGLING]

MAN:

What the f*** is this?

What the f***?

[PIANO CHORDS CLANG]

MAN:

Untie me.

Untie me right f***ing now!

[OVERLAPPING LAUGHS]

MAN:

Untie me right f***ing now!

[MAN PANTING]

MAN:

Let me out of here!

Hey!

Get that...

f***ing thing away from me.

Get the f*** off me!

[DISTORTED LAUGHS]

[DISTORTED VOICES ECHOING]

DISTORTED VOICE:

Get away from me.

[PIANO CHORDS PLAY]

[MAN WHIMPERS]

MAN:

Get that f***ing

thing away from me,

right f***ing now!

No, no.

[MAN GROWLS]

[METAL SQUEAKS]

[WHIMPERS]

[DRAMATIC PIANO CHORDS PLAY]

[DISTANT VOICES ECHO]

[PANTS, GROANS]

[MAN MUMBLES]

F***.

[YELLS]

[SCREAMS, LAUGHS MANIACALLY]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

WOMAN:

Open your mind.

DISTORTED VOICE:

Open your mind.

[SCREAMS]

[WOMAN GIGGLES]

[BELL CHIMES]

["PIANO QUARTET IN A MINOR"

PLAYING]

[WOMAN CACKLES]

[METAL SCRAPES]

[HIGH-PITCHED SCRAPING]

[DISTORTED LAUGHS]

[WEAKLY]

Help, help!

[COUGHS]

H-Help.

[PANTS]

MAN:

Get away from me!

[METAL SQUEAKS]

[MAN PANTING]

[MAN SOBS]

WOMAN:

Are you aware?

[WITH EMPHASIS]

Are you aware?

Get the f*** away from me.

WOMAN:
Are you aware?

Get away from me!

MAN [DISTORTED]:

Get away from me.

No! No!

[WHIMPERS]

[CRIES OUT DISTORTEDLY]

[METAL SQUEAKS]

[SQUELCHES]

[PAINED LAUGHTER]

[SCREAMS]

[ALARM BLARES]

[]

MAN:

Help! Help me!

[METAL SMASHES]

Help. No.

[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

[MAN SCREAMS]

MAN:

No! No! No!

[SQUEALS, CRIES OUT]

[ELECTRICITY BUZZES]

[PAINED LAUGHTER]

[METAL SQUEAKS]

[BLOOD SQUELCHING]

No, no! No! No!

[ELECTRICAL BUZZING]

No! No! No!

[BUZZING CONTINUES]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[DISTANT CHATTERS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

MAN:

Let me out of here!

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[CHIMES RING]

[DISTANT CHATTER]

[DOOR OPENS]

[SIRENS BLARE]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Yes?

Evening, miss.

Sorry to bother you so late,

I hope I didn't wake you up.

What's going on?

OFFICER:

Are you, uh, alone

in the house tonight, ma'am?

I have a son.

OFFICER:

How old's the boy?

[RADIO CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

OFFICER:
Well?

Why?

OFFICER:

That's official

police business.

I just wouldn't want to

scare the child,

if he's too young, you know?

Well, he's asleep.

OFFICER:

Good, that's good,

that's real good.

What's going on?

OFFICER:

Well...

There was a pretty

bad accident tonight,

out on the turnoff

by Route Four.

Oh, we've been here all night.

Oh, no, no, no,

I'm sorry, that's, uh,

that's not why I'm here.

I'm not going to throw you

in the back of the car there.

Although,

that can be arranged.

[MUFFLED SCREAMS

[BANGING]

[MUFFLED GRUNTS]

WOMAN:

Is there something

I can do for you?

OFFICER:

Well, like I said,

there was a pretty bad accident

at the turnoff to Route Four.

Yes, you said that already.

[LAUGHS]

I did?

Ah, I did, I'm sorry.

You know this night's just

got me really flustered.

It's not every day somebody

escapes from Hillgrove.

The lunatic asylum?

OFFICER:

The lunatic asylum,

that's right.

The van that turned over,

was coming from there.

Inmate transfer.

Dangerous folks.

One of 'em attacked the driver,

the whole thing rolled.

Not a sight for

the faint of heart.

How awful.

Oh, yeah, real tragedy.

Anyway, one of them managed

to kill one of the orderlies

and escape into the woods

out here.

Probably,

they're still out there,

but they got me going

door to door, checkin'.

Just make sure, you know,

protect and serve.

[BANGS]

You say you're all alone

in the house?

I said I have a son.

OFFICER:

What about your husband?

What makes you think

I have a husband?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean anything by it,

I just... figured.

A woman like you.

Probably fighting 'em off.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[]

Are you gonna get that?

[SUCKS TEETH]

A'ight. Um, listen,

you hear anything,

you give me call, okay?

It's my direct line.

It's gonna go right to me.

I promise I'll answer it

if it's you.

Thank you.

You have a nice night, miss.

You, too.

[SIREN BLARES]

["PIANO QUARTET IN A MINOR"

CONTINUES PLAYING]

[DISTANT BANG]

[AUDIENCE CLAPS]

["GWENDOLEN" BY SANDY SZIGETI

PLAYING]

She wakes in the morn

And you feel her warmth...

Good evening, Poughkeepsie.

Ladies, gentlemen.

You look like

a friendly crowd.

I don't know why

you do things like this.

Like what?

[SCOFFS]

You know exactly

what I mean.

No, I don't.

Daddy always said:

"A woman is a perfect match

for a man with money to burn."

[AUDIENCE LAUGHS]

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

You make a mess.

You've made a--

made a mess.

Stop.

You've made a mess,

make a mess.

You always do it.

[]

Well, you know what they say.

You can't make an omelet

without cracking a few eggs.

Am I right?

I don't think that applies

to situations like this.

Well, in either case,

what's done is done.

You're awful sometimes.

You know that?

I don't know why

you wear all of that makeup.

It's not like it's gonna help.

Keep the love light glowing--

Oh, don't try to charm me.

In your eyes so--

You think that's going to

make it go away?

That's going to make me stop?

True

You're gonna stutter now,

are you?

Oh, heh-heh.

Keep the love--

I'm still here--

Stop, stop it, stop.

You can't force me to do any...

thing you don't want me to do.

["GWENDOLEN" CONTINUES SOFTLY]

[]

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

There she is.

Good evening, Poughkeepsie.

Ladies, gentlemen.

[GIGGLES]

Well, you look like

a friendly crowd.

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

[CLOCK TICKS]

CHET [OVER PHONE]:

Hello?

Hey, Chet.

Hey, it's George.

CHET:

Kellerman?

Yeah, yeah, George Kellerman.

How ya' doin'?

CHET:

What are you doing

calling this late, Kellerman?

Ah. I just, um...

Ah, listen, I just wanted to...

First, I just wanted to

thank you for the party.

We had a blast.

Was Campbell wasted or what?

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

CHET:

Are you drunk?

What? Uh, me?

No, no, no.

Not at all. Um...

CHET:

I'm confused

what you're calling for.

What do you want?

It's 1:
30 in the morning.

Well, um...

Listen, do you know, um...

Heh, these, uh, these guys,

this, umm...

This, uh, this cowboy, uh,

out in the desert.

I, um...

I was-- I was thinking since

you pretty much

hooked up

the whole thing--

CHET:

Jesus f***ing Christ,

Kellerman,

how many times have I

f***ing told you about this?

Do not f*** with these guys.

No, wait. Look, look, listen.

Look, I'm not trying

to say in any way

that you're responsible

f-for, um...

Chet, obviously,

I appreciate everything

you've done for me at the firm.

F***, I wouldn't be there

in the first place

if it wasn't for you.

It's just that I, um...

I mean, I've held up my end.

Right?

I mean,

I've delivered for you, Chet,

and all of you guys,

repeatedly.

I just need a couple

of extra days here,

you know, and I was...

thinking that I know

that it might

put you in a little bit

of a position, but...

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