Straw Dogs Page #7

you want to go east?

East.

East. All right.

Okay.

Come on.

(KNOCKING)

Hello, Amy Cakes.

What?

Somebody killed Flutie.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Why would you do that?

I wouldn't, and I didn't.

I want to come in.

You can't.

Amy, I'm coming in.

CHARLIE:
You just

take a shower?

Well, you smell nice.

And I do recognize the scent.

David's gonna be

home soon, Charlie.

No, he's busy

becoming a man

out in the woods.

My husband

doesn't need a lesson

on becoming a man.

(CHUCKLING)

I'm sorry.

Of course he doesn't.

(COUGHING)

Wow.

This old couch.

Remember?

No.

Just like you don't

remember killing my cat.

I didn't kill your cat.

No?

Amy, I didn't kill

your f***ing cat.

I think you should go.

No, you don't.

What do you want,

Charlie?

What?

Stop it.

What do you want,

Charlie?

What the f***

do you want?

Take it easy, Amy.

Take it easy.

(CRYING)

Amy, Amy, Amy.

What do you want?

Don't cry. Don't cry.

Don't cry, Amy. Don't cry.

Stop it!

No, no, no.

Amy.

No, Charlie, no.

No, no, no.

Charlie, no!

No, Charlie! Stop it!

Stop it!

(CRYING) Please.

Charlie, stop. Stop it.

Charlie.

Charlie, no, no, no, no, no.

No, Charlie!

Don't...

Don't f***ing move, Amy.

Don't move.

(INSECTS BUZZING)

(BELT BUCKLE JINGLING)

(UNZIPPING)

No, no, no, no, Charlie! No!

Amy, Amy, Amy.

Amy, take it easy.

I'm not going to hurt you.

(MUFFLED YELLING)

Take it easy.

(INSECTS BUZZING)

(PANTING)

(INSECTS BUZZING)

Did you miss me, baby?

Tell me.

Tell me you missed me.

(TREMBLING BREATHS)

How many times

when he was inside you

did you imagine

it was me in there?

Did... Did you?

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GUN FIRES)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

Amy, Amy.

Amy, look at... Look at me.

(MUTTERS)

Amy.

What are you... Look at me.

What's wrong, baby?

(SIGHS)

CHARLIE:
Look at me.

(RELEASE ME PLAYING)

F***.

What...

Get off me.

Charlie, get off of me.

Charlie, get off of me!

Get off of me!

Get off me!

No! No! No!

Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

(SOBBING)

# Release me

No! Charlie!

# Oh, won't you let me go?

No! No! Stop!

Please stop! Please!

No! Please!

# Because I

(SOBBING)

Stop it. Please.

Charlie! Help me!

No! Stop it!

# To waste your life

# Is a sin

# Oh, release me

# Won't you let me go? #

(SOBBING)

NORMAN:
You're all right.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(AMY SOBBING)

Sorry about Flutie.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SIREN WHOOPING)

Sheriff.

Kind of hard

getting a ride when you're

carrying that thing around.

Already got three calls

about a man on the highway

with a rifle.

You mind

switching that safety on?

Whoa! Hey!

I'll let you do that.

Yes, I think I should.

Mr. Sumner, do you have

a registration

for this weapon?

'Cause it wouldn't

go over too well

if you were in the woods

with an unregistered

weapon and poaching.

Poaching?

Well, that's what

it's called

when you're hunting

out of season, Mr. Sumner.

It's not hunting season?

Mr. Sumner, you wouldn't

think about doing that,

now, would you?

Violation of

penal code 49-7-95.

Pretty serious

offense around here.

No, sir,

I wouldn't think of it.

I didn't think so.

Thank God.

We already locked

up Ben Weathersby.

Got him in the cage.

Definitely don't have

enough room for both of y'all.

You want to hop in?

I'll take you home.

What are you doing in bed?

Your friends... Your...

Your f***ing

redneck hillbilly friends

abandoned me out there.

I'm firing them.

Good for you.

What the f*** is

that supposed to mean?

You're a coward.

No, I'm not.

Yeah.

So am I.

Plain and simple.

No, I'm not.

Yeah. Yeah.

If you had done something...

Amy.

If you had said something

or done something...

Amy, I was trying to get them

to talk until you...

Anything. God.

Would you be quiet!

I was trying to

get them to talk

until you pulled

that infantile

stunt with the milk.

You pushed me, Amy,

and you don't do

any good by pushing.

Okay.

Easy.

I want to go away

from this f***ing place.

Shh. Shh.

I want to get out of here.

I want to go home.

No. No.

Let's have a family.

Let's have a child.

No. No. No.

Yes.

We're not going anywhere.

I am.

Nobody's going anywhere.

(SIGHS)

Amy,

we're not going

to be chased out of

our goddamn home, okay?

We're not

going to be bullied.

I'm firing them tomorrow.

And that'll be that.

Nobody's going anywhere.

I'm gonna take a shower,

and then I have to write.

Hey, Charlie. Hi.

Hey, morning.

Hey, can I borrow

you for a minute?

Right now?

Yes, right now, please.

Sure.

This isn't working out, okay?

I don't think the roof's

coming together fast enough.

Really?

No.

How fast do you think

it should be coming together?

Well, look, you know,

you guys have

been working on it

for two weeks now,

longer than that.

How long does it usually take

you to roof, Mr. Sumner?

That's not the point, okay?

You guys, you come here,

you know, you...

Well, you work

a couple of hours

and then...

And you laze about.

We laze about?

That's a bad choice of words.

I'm not... I'm just not happy.

Okay? Why don't we just

wash our hands of this,

be good neighbors, okay?

You tell me what

I owe you, and...

We already ordered supplies.

We can't renege on that.

That's fine.

I can cover that cost.

Okay.

That'll be 5,000 and a few.

Five...

Let's make it five flat.

Okay, fine.

And that'll be

cash only, neighbor.

(STAMMERS)

(LAUGHS) I'm just

f***ing with you.

Look at you.

But if you can

make it out to cash,

that'd be appreciated.

Hey, Mr. Sumner.

Says 1944.

Should be '43, right?

There you go.

So now that we ain't working

for you no more,

maybe we'll see you

around town again,

Amy Cakes.

Maybe.

DAVID:
Charlie.

Yep?

You hold on to that

in case you get the itch

to go hunting again.

I don't think so.

Heading home.

Why?

We're fired.

CHARLIE:
$5,000.

BIC:
Oh, hell, yes.

Five grand? Charlie,

you got a silver tongue.

Hey.

We need to go.

Where?

You want to stay

in this town,

you want to stay here,

this is what we do

on Friday nights.

We go to the game.

And we are not

taking the Jag.

(HORNS HONKING)

(FESTIVE SHOUTING)

(FANS WHOOPING)

ANNOUNCER:
... to the first

game of the season

here at Mo Cavanaugh Stadium.

How about a running

game tonight, Coach?

That'd be a good idea.

Announcing

the starting line-ups

for your Blackwater Bengals.

I ran this team,

and we ran every time to

the goddamn playoffs.

Senior, Bo Bloch.

MILKENS:
At halftime,

we'll talk about it.

Looks like a f***ing

Texas high school team,

for Christ's sake.

Oh, Bic!

The junior fullback,

Max James!

Hi, Jeremy.

How are you?

At halfback,

the senior, Hunter Fletcher!

Can I ask you something?

You're so strong.

How come you never

played football for my daddy?

I bet, if you played,

you would've been

a real big star.

You want to take

a walk with me?

Why not?

My daddy's not

going to find us.

Come on. Take my hand.

Let's go on a walk.

It'll be fine.

Come on.

Number 64, the freshman,

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