Straw Dogs Page #9

Get that shotgun.

Get that motherf***er.

Tell me what happened.

Can you talk to me?

It's just me.

Talk to me.

For Janice.

Damn straight.

That's right, Coach.

I'll go around the house.

I'll see if there's

some other way in.

AMY:
Did something

happen to Janice?

Talk to me. Please.

COACH:
Amy?

I know you can hear me!

You don't want

the world of hurt

coming your way, honey.

He done something

to my little girl!

COACH:
To my Janice!

Amy, he's just trying

to find his daughter.

COACH:
That's right!

You protect that

child molester? Huh?

Sh*t. David.

Amy.

They have guns.

Amy...

David.

Hey, Jeremy.

Nothing's going

to happen to you,

buddy, okay?

We're going to protect you.

Why?

Why?

Yeah.

Because he's my

responsibility.

That's why.

COACH:
It'll be okay, Jeremy.

Come on to the window here.

Amy.

Jeremy.

What has happened

to Janice Heddon?

Tell me so I can help you!

F***in' cool it.

Christ, man, come on.

(SIREN WAILING)

Oh, man, you hear that?

CHARLIE:
Amy!

DAVID:
Is that the ambulance?

There we go. Look at this.

Aw, f*** 'em.

It's the sheriff.

COACH:
Hey, boys!

COACH:
Hey, boys!

Hey. What's going on?

Well, what's going on...

Looks like the local

war hero's arrived

to save Jeremy Niles' ass.

Is that right, John?

Put the goddamn guns away.

Sh*t.

(C*CKS GUN)

The f***?

I'm not asking.

Take it easy, John.

Easy.

CHRIS:
This ain't Iraq.

Putting it down.

Come on, Coach.

Let's put it down.

F*** it.

F*** it.

I'll cool out.

Thank you.

What the hell has

gotten into y'all?

Out here drunk and sh*t

with live weapons?

Somebody's

going to f*** around

and get killed here.

Goddamn right, somebody's

going to get killed.

One f***in' hair on

the head of my little girl

is touched by

that f***in' retard!

No, somebody will

f***in' get killed.

That's right, Coach!

Somebody will f***in' die.

NORMAN:
Mr. Sumner in there...

Stupid son of a b*tch!

He's protecting his ass!

He's f***in' Johnny f***in'...

F***ing bullshit!

This is crazy, David.

I've been trying my

best not to lock you up.

Please don't make me do it.

You want to

f***in' lock me up?

Why don't you get

your f***in' ass

over here and try it?

Get your f***in' black ass

over here and try it.

Come on.

Put the guns away

and calm him down.

Baby, stay here.

I'll handle this.

We're standing around here

holding our d*cks,

wasting time.

This is bullshit, man.

God only knows

what he did to

your girl, Coach.

JOHN:
Sumner.

Mr. Sumner,

you got to send Niles out.

It's all going

to go by the law.

You have my word.

I'm sorry,

Sheriff, but I'm not...

I'm not going to

give him to you.

You're with them.

That's not true, Mr. Sumner.

Just doing my job here.

He gonna treat that scumbag

like a victim, read him

his f***in' rights.

You know he's just

going to let him go.

BIC:
Come on, guys.

Let's go around back.

CHRIS:
Yeah, hey,

maybe we can get in

through the basement.

NORMAN:
All right, then.

Come on, let's go.

You get state police up here,

and I'll turn him over then.

These boys aren't going

to hurt him, if that's what

you're worried about.

They're good people.

They're just

concerned about Janice.

You have my word.

He'll be in my custody.

Behind you!

(SHOTGUN BLASTS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

CHARLIE:
Coach!

Coach!

Jesus, Coach, what the f***?

All right, Amy.

What the hell happened?

Okay, Jeremy,

just stay there! Stay there!

Hey, John. John, look at me.

COACH:
He's dead.

AMY:
David, are you okay?

COACH:
He's f***in' dead.

Coach! Didn't have

to f***in' shoot

him like that, man.

Amy!

Stay away from the windows!

What's happening?

He was going to

let Jeremy Niles...

AMY:
David,

did they shoot him?

Did they shoot him?

Yes, they shot him. Yes.

David, f***!

What was I supposed to do?

It's a steel door.

They're not

going to get in here.

I need you to help me.

F***.

I need you to help me.

Come on. Come on.

F***.

He was going to let him...

Get it the f***

together, Chris!

Oh, God.

David.

They don't work, David.

Those f***ing guns

don't work!

Okay.

He's done something

to Janice Heddon.

We don't know that.

He's done something

to Janice Heddon!

We got to finish this up!

We're all accessories now.

That's the way the law works.

They saw us.

I need you to

help me move this.

We got a job to finish.

Man up.

F***.

They're not going

to come out, guys.

So we have to get in.

Get in that f***ing place.

All right, Coach.

We want that pervert!

This is for your daughter.

BIC:
Gonna get you, boy!

(MEN CONTINUE

SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Listen, I'm going to

hold them off.

Somebody's going to come.

(AMY SCREAMING)

CHRIS:
That's what

I'm talking about!

(HUMMING)

Come on. Come on.

(SHOTGUN BLASTS)

David, there are five

men with guns outside.

I know that.

How are we going

to keep them out?

I can keep them out.

(SHOTGUN BLASTS)

(GRUNTING)

COACH:
Every window

bashed in!

Maybe we should give

them Jeremy, David.

No. No... Amy.

Maybe if we just

give them Jeremy...

Amy.

Amy, come here. Come here.

No!

Listen to me.

Niles isn't

the point anymore.

They've gone too

far to turn back.

They've murdered a man,

and we're witnesses, okay?

They want to kill us.

They have to kill us.

If they get in this house,

we're dead.

Do you understand?

F***ing pervert!

F***ing pervert!

(WHIMPERS)

F***!

CHARLIE:
Amy,

this isn't your problem.

(GUN FIRES)

David. Please, David.

(GUN FIRES)

Amy.

(GUN FIRES)

Watch it.

Sh*t!

Okay.

Okay.

Come on. I need your help.

What?

Put your knee on the spring.

Where?

Come on. Come on.

Okay.

Watch it.

See the hole? Set the pin.

Come on,

come on, come on, come on!

Come on, you're almost...

David, I can't do this.

I can't. I can't.

Want you to go upstairs,

get your daddy's gun

and shoot

anyone that's not me.

Go.

Go!

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(MOANING)

Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.

Get out of there!

Send him out, Mr. Sumner!

Charlie!

What is it?

Can't get in, man.

Goddamn steel door.

CHARLIE:
All right,

let me try something.

BIC:
Whoo!

Damn! Nice shot, Charlie!

BIC:
Whoo!

NORMAN:
Yeah!

Suck on it, Sumner!

Hey, man,

what we gonna do?

Step away.

(GUNSHOTS)

Okay, okay, okay.

(SOBBING)

(JEREMY SCREAMING)

Amy!

I'm trying to

f***ing help you here!

You understand that?

Your husband's

gonna get everyone hurt!

(NAIL GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

No! No, don't!

No!

(NAIL GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

No, no! Oh, God!

Shh.

I can't...

F***, it's cutting me!

Hey, hey, hey!

The glass is cutting

my neck! (PANTING)

I hope you slit

your f***ing throat.

No, no, no, no, don't.

CHARLIE:
Amy,

it's gone too far!

Let's smoke him out.

Come on, Amy!

Lighter.

BIC:
Gonna burn you

the f*** up, man.

(GUNSHOT)

COACH:
How'd you

like that, Harvard?

Now, you send that

goddamn Jeremy Niles

out here,

or I'm gonna kill you all!

Okay, Coach.

Where's my daughter at,

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