Straw Dogs Page #10

Mr. Sumner?

Where are you,

you little son of a b*tch?

Where are you?

(GROANS)

F***!

You like that?

I'm not f***in' around

anymore, Mr. Harvard.

I don't even understand

why you are protecting

that monster.

(SCREAMING)

Oh, my...

Oh, God!

(SCREAMING)

God damn it!

(COACH SCREAMING)

God damn it! Motherf***er!

Man, oh, my God.

Son of a b*tch.

(RELEASE ME PLAYING)

Look at that.

That little weasel.

That conniving motherf***er!

I'm gonna kill that f***er!

Sh*t.

That son of a...

# Release me

# Oh, won't you let me go?

# Because I...

Son of a b*tch got

some man in him after all.

All right,

let's end this.

Yeah.

That's it.

Let's get him, Charlie.

Run the truck in.

Gonna ram the house.

Let's go.

COACH:
Goddamn

f***ing Harvard!

David!

I'll kill him myself.

They're gonna ram the house!

(TRUCK ENGINE REVVING)

AMY:
Did you hear me?

I heard you.

COACH:
Get in there, Charlie.

BIC:
Yeah. Ram that f***er!

COACH:
Come on,

right through it!

(COACH GRUNTS)

Amy?

BIC:
Get in there, Charlie.

Come on, gun it!

COACH:
Come on, go!

Get away from the window!

Amy!

If they come

through that door,

we're gonna

need those bullets.

Okay, don't waste

the bullets.

COACH:
Come on! Go, go!

Everything's

gonna be all right.

She loves me.

Oh, God.

She loves me.

(FIRE WHOOSHES)

(MEN GROANING)

My head.

Charlie, wake up.

Charlie, wake up!

(SCREAMING)

Stay in the truck.

You shouldn't have done that.

(GUN CLICKS EMPTY)

# Release me #

(BIC GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(MUSIC ENDS)

Your gun's empty.

You sure?

(AMY SCREAMING)

David!

Shut up!

Jeremy!

Get off her!

F***ing a**hole!

Get off her!

All right, enough,

enough! Enough!

Don't f***ing move.

How 'bout it, Amy?

Want some more?

Don't.

That's not why

we're here, Norman.

Gonna put a f***ing

gun on me, Charlie?

Hey.

Take it easy.

Put it...

Put it down, Norman.

Hey.

We shouldn't have

guns on each other.

All right, huh?

I'll put this down.

(UNCOCKS GUN)

(C*CKS GUN)

All right.

You make the call then,

quarterback.

(GRUNTS)

(PUMPS SHOTGUN)

(DAVID YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(YELLS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

All right, stand up.

Don't you give up on me.

Stand up.

Come on.

Huh?

(GRUNTS)

You couldn't just

let him go, could you?

You want your glasses?

Go ahead and put them on.

I want you to see

what's coming to you.

(C*CKS GUN)

(SHOTGUN PUMPS)

Put it down, Charlie.

Can I ask you

a question, baby?

Is that the shotgun

from upstairs?

Mmm-hmm.

It's empty.

Honey, don't be scared.

I'm gonna protect you.

(GASPS)

(GAGGING)

(GURGLING)

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

(PANTING)

I got 'em all.

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

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