Stung Page #3

- How do we know that he hasn't been...

- He is fine. I swear, he is fine.

We have to let him in!

- Have you been stung?

- LARRY:
What?

No! No! I tried to help them!

This is not my blood.

- Prove it.

- Prove it? He's f***ing...

Listen, go around the back

and I'll let you in.

LARRY:
Stay with me.

Oh, f***! Oh, my...

Look out behind you!

- (SCREECHING)

- Oh, my God!

(LARRY SCREAMING)

- JULIA:
What are we gonna f***ing do?

- Get away from that f***ing...

Well, that's that.

- PAUL:
That's that?

- We could have saved him!

What, and let them suckers in here, too?

No, thank you. Uh-uh.

JULIA:
Can't we just go around back

and just go through the field

and then just keep going?

It's the dumbest thing I've heard all day!

Didn't you see what happened to that guy?

- JULIA:
Oh, do you have any better ideas?

- Both of you guys, shut the f*** up! Okay?

Little wasps can follow us for

f***ing miles if they're pissed off.

Sydney, we need a small area

that we can barricade. Is there a cellar?

JULIA:

A basement. What about the basement?

- Basement?

- JULIA:
It's like a fortress. Right?

- You guys wanna hide?

- JULIA:
Yes.

- Let's hide.

- PAUL:
Yes.

- Wait. Wait. Sydney, wait.

- Wait, wait, wait!

We need to get everybody from the kitchen.

Together, we need to travel downstairs...

(FLORA SCREAMING)

MAYOR:
Go away!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

- Stop! Get away from her.

- No!

- We gotta get her out of here.

- PAUL:
Help me, grab her arm!

(CRACKLING)

(CHITTERING)

Ma!

What? Do you want to kill me, too, now?

No! (GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

(CHITTERING)

- Holy...

- Mother!

F***er!

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

- JULIA:
Let's go!

- PAUL:
We need to get her...

- (MAYOR GROANS)

- Please, help me!

Oh, great. Well, we've got to

drag the Mexican around?

I'm from f***ing Argentina! Hijo de...

(GROANING)

Flora. Flora, Flora.

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTING)

(WASP SCREECHING)

SYDNEY:
Come on. Let's go. Come on!

(MAYOR GROANING)

- Sydney, wait! Wait for us!

- Come on. Come on.

(CHITTERING)

(SCREECHING)

(ALL GROANING)

- SYDNEY:
Come on!

- They're inside! They're inside!

Open the door. Open the door.

- (GLASS SHATTERING)

- PAUL:
Sydney, you gotta open the door!

Right now, Sydney! You must open the door!

JULIA:
Go, go, go, go!

You have to open

the f***ing door right now!

- Right now! Go, go, go.

- JULIA:
Go! Go! Go!

Inside, get inside.

(DOOR SLAMS)

JULIA:

Oh, God! They're gonna break through.

SYDNEY:

No, the door is to fire code standards.

Plus, Mom hates it down here.

She never comes to the basement.

MAYOR:
She's not a "she" any more, Sydney.

SYDNEY:
Oh! Found it!

Ow. F***!

(ALL PANTING)

Forgive my ever-loving mouth,

but what the f***

are we supposed to do now? Anybody?

Oh.

What a wonderful selection.

Uh, those are vintage!

Really? I see that.

It's a 1943 Bordeaux. (CHUCKLES)

Excuse me, hey.

I forgot my bottle opener upstairs.

Can you help me open this, young man?

Yeah, actually I have a trick.

You put the base in your shoe,

so the glass doesn't break.

What?

You have blood on your face.

(GRUNTS)

- (CORK SQUEAKING)

- MAYOR:
It worked.

(CORK POPS)

I could have saved my last marriage

if I had a trick like that.

The dames must be dancing all over you.

PAUL:
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm swimming in poontang,

as my friends like to call it.

MAYOR:
Oh, God.

(GRUNTING) It's not dames any more.

(EXHALES)

Thanks.

What?

I don't know...

I think, you know, you'd think

she'd be grateful that I'm here.

I'm helping out.

I don't know, she still treats me

like an employee even now, you know.

She's holding up. She's just afraid.

- I am too.

- Yeah.

I shat myself.

(SCOFFS)

No, I mean it. I shat myself.

I'm so sorry.

A work of art, right there.

It's not bad.

(SYDNEY CHUCKLES)

SYDNEY:
You're kidding right?

It looks like we're all taking a sh*t

or something.

(CHUCKLES)

When my... When my pops died, my ma

could barely even look at that thing.

You said there were good times

in your toast.

Good times?

They both hated me.

To Mom, I was just a problem.

And to Dad I was just some freak,

he couldn't care.

And if there were good times,

I wasn't invited.

You don't look so hot.

You know, all those people up there...

And now I'm...

- Just, all the...

- I'm sorry

about everything.

(CRACKLING)

You know, I just realised,

if we all make it out of here alive,

there's a great chance

I'm gonna get re-elected,

'cause I have a hell of a lot to say.

Huh.

PAUL:
Yeah.

With all that going on out there,

how did you know what to do?

I don't know. I just...

I just did. I was a lifeguard for a couple

of summers, so I guess it wore off.

That must've been a great gig.

Last week I was there. A little kid

fell in the pool, and I just... (WHISTLES)

Instinct.

Jump in. Saved him.

Got the water out of his lungs.

He was alive, he said thank you to me.

You know, I put him in the ambulance.

(CHUCKLES)

A week later he died of pneumonia.

Like, you know, saving people for what?

My instinct for what?

I never expected shrimp cocktails would

sprout wings and f***ing eat people.

I just... God, I don't know.

I've seen atrocities, I was dug

in with the 9th Infantry. Korea.

Saw thousands of bodies.

Hundreds and thousands of bodies.

Far as the eye could see.

I thought I'd take

those images to my grave

before today.

You know what? You really stood up.

Good work.

Expensive.

I know drinking on the job is a big no-no,

but when people start losing their limbs

and their eyeballs pop out of their face,

I just... I find it needed.

Well, I'd say we're off the clock.

Could you imagine the overtime?

I'm this close to the new oven

in the kitchen.

I'd get an old VW bug.

Not to be ironic, but just be cool.

And I would just drive the whole country.

All 50 states.

All 50 states. Even Hawaii?

Hawaii? First.

- But how are you gonna get there?

- (CLEARS THROAT)

I would air-lift it, probably.

It's gonna be a lot of money!

Well, that's why I need the overtime.

Mmm.

- (CRACKLING)

- (GROANS)

I know a joke.

Good for you. Just one?

- Mmm-hmm. Do you want to hear it?

- Not really.

- I'm gonna tell you.

- Okay.

What is a bee's favourite movie?

Whew! That's a tough one. No idea.

(RUMBLING)

(GRUNTS)

How the hell can all of this be happening?

Mutations.

What?

Mutations. The fertiliser for the garden

came from God-only-knows where.

- But my mom...

- You're kidding. Are you f***ing kidding me?

My ma didn't like the stuff

from the Garden Depot

so I took my dad's leftover growth hormones

and I mixed it with the fertiliser.

I'm sorry. Are you saying that you...

You spiced up some fertiliser...

MAYOR:
And now we're sitting

in a giant ball of wasp sh*t.

You're saying you knew?

Those people are f***ing dead

because of you.

- I didn't know about the wasps.

- PAUL:
What are you talking about?

You're f***ed up!

MAYOR:
They knocked the lights out!

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