The Babysitter Page #4

-Can you please send someone?

-Are the attackers still in the house?

They're downstairs having a blast.

-How many are there, Cole?

-Too many.

Can you please get my mom?

She's at the Hyatt in the city.

Living large.

Of course, Cole. Now listen to me.

It's important that you stay hidden.

-I gotta protect myself. Thanks.

-Do not do that. No, no, no--

-Okay.

-[chattering]

[Bee] ...we shed about 15 percent

of our dead cells.

[John] Whoo!

Yo, this kid's hobby

must be getting bullied.

He's reading The Secret?

He's ten years old.

What secret he need to know?

Won't he hear us?

With the amount of drugs I gave him?

Hell, no.

-[Sonya] Good boy. Pretty boy.

-Do you have the needle?

Of course, I have the needle.

You know, there is a faster way

to get all that blood.

[Bee] What happens when you kill someone?

[John] They lose, like,

all they Instagram followers.

-[gasps] Oh, my God, that would suck.

-No, they die.

And then I'd have

to find another innocent kid.

And all of this only works

if we get that top-shelf pure sh*t.

And Cole is basically a faucet

of that for us.

[Bee] After this, we finish the ritual...

and your wish comes true.

-Damn, I missed the vein.

-[Sonya] Mm.

[Bee] Premium real estate. Go for it.

[Sonya incanting]

Wait, you gotta give him a Band-Aid.

Okay. Let's go mix some blood.

John, alley-oop.

[John] LeBron James.

Good boy.

[panting]

Why is he shirtless?

-That's your first question?

-How can you ask that? Just look at him.

I still don't get it.

[grunting]

Give him a cookie.

-No, thanks.

-Eat the cookie.

I just don't really like cookies, okay?

Bee knows that.

You'll feel better if you eat.

You fainted.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

After I took your blood,

I waited in the room,

because something felt off.

I crouched behind the door.

A few seconds later, you got up,

tied a sheet to your bed,

threw the sheet out the window.

And then you fainted. So, you know...

Your blood sugar is low. Eat the cookie.

Are you mad at me?

Cookie.

This is gonna be so good.

What the...

Oh, there you go.

There you go.

That's a good boy.

-Why are you awake, Cole?

-Because I couldn't sleep.

-I don't believe you.

-[Cole] Okay, fine. I--

I was gonna go smoke in the woods.

[Bee] You were gonna go smoke

in the woods.

Yeah. You know, like... marijuana.

You weren't gonna share with your boy?

Come on, man.

We could've got high,

listen to my mix tape. My sh*t's fire.

-I wanna smoke pot.

-Why didn't you drink the shot?

Why is he shirtless?

Why did you take my blood?

-Cole.

-Okay. Fine. Because I don't like alcohol.

I just drank it

because I wanted you to think I was cool.

Why did you give a 12-year-old alcohol?

'Cause I put sh*t in that alcohol

that makes them conk out

for eight hours or more.

What else did you see?

I just see you.

And these a**holes,

who I don't know, in my house.

-Why is his shirt covered in blood?

-No one would let me borrow a shirt.

-That's not even an answer.

-Oh, my God.

Does he not see the mirror behind him?

We can see you cutting the rope.

Well, he does now.

Aw, it's so cute,

you're still cutting the rope.

Look at you.

You're really trying there, aren't you?

-Why are you cutting ropes?

-I don't like being tied up.

-Why do you have a knife?

-It was a gift.

Oh, my God.

He's still cutting the ropes.

Determined little f***er, aren't you?

Look, I won't tell anyone.

Okay? You know me.

I'm good with secrets.

I won't tell my parents

that you were having an orgy

and needed my blood to do it.

[John and Allison laughing]

Do you even know what an orgy is?

I'm guessing it's something sad people do

'cause they want other sad people

to like them,

and they can forget for one minute

how sad they are in general.

That's actually a pretty good answer.

It was for a science project, okay?

The orgy?

No. The blood.

Orgy is when a bunch of people

have sex together.

We wouldn't need your blood for that.

You could've just asked.

I would've let you have some blood

for science.

I knew you were afraid of needles.

This was clearly a misunderstanding.

Sonya, untie him.

I'm sorry we scared you, Cole. We good?

[police sirens wailing]

-[John] Oh, sh*t.

-[screaming]

-[Max] Shut up!

-Holy f***!

-Not good.

-F***ing police.

Why are the cops outside, Cole?

-I don't know.

-Did you call them?

-No. You said you were in the room.

-Makes me think you saw something

that scared you enough

to call the cops. Right, Cole?

-[knock on door]

-Oh, f***!

Answer me, Cole.

Help! Help!

I'm tied up inside! They're about--

[grunts] Ow.

-Oh, sh*t!

-[officer] Everybody, freeze!

[officer 2] Hands up, now!

Put your hands up! Now!

-Now!

-[Max] Here we go.

-[officer] Hands up!

-[John] Oh!

[screaming]

-[chuckles]

-[officer] Sh*t!

Hands up. Don't shoot, man.

Black lives matter, too. You feel me?

[Allison] Bee!

-Oh!

-[Max] Oh, sh*t!

Titty gone!

Titty gone!

Don't you move. Keep your hands up.

Nobody move!

-[screams]

-Don't you move.

[John] Chill with the gun stuff.

Chill. You Mexican, right?

Look, I speak Spa--

Lo siento, my nigga, lo siento.

[shouting]

-Are you serious?

-[laughing]

[screaming]

[John] Max, what you doing, man?

-[John] Max, what you doing, man?

-No, no, no!

-[officer 2 shouting]

-Oh.

[grunting]

No!

Harder.

[screaming]

Whoo!

Look, man.

Three out of four people got an STD.

I got two people's blood on me.

You do the math.

I got AIDS. I know I got AIDS.

You killed him!

-Kind of your fault, bud.

-Are you insane?

No, Cole. I'm just trying--

[man on radio] What's the status

of that 187 call on Bigby Drive?

[John] Look, man.

I can't go to jail.

Y'all killed the cops, man.

I ain't involved with this sh*t.

It's fine. Max, pick it up.

[Max chuckles]

[John] It's the statistics.

They say you either end up in jail

or dead.

It's gonna be both for me, Bee.

-What's the code for "all clear"?

-[man] What's your status?

Just say "all clear."

[Sonya] Why would he know cop codes?

[Cole shouts]

Stop screaming and act like an adult.

What's the code? I know you know it.

Little boy here a nerd.

Tell them the codes.

What's the code?

-Ten-fifty-three.

-[John] Punch that sh*t in.

-[man] Bynak, you there?

-Wait.

[Bee] You don't get it.

You look away when you lie.

You look me in the eyes

and tell me the truth.

What is the code for "all clear"?

It's 10-4. Obviously.

What's "we're taking a break to get food"?

-[Cole] Say we're taking a break to--

-[Bee] Cole.

[man] Officer Bynak, you need backup?

Code seven.

Ten-four, all clear. We're code seven.

[man] Ten-four.

Enjoy your double-double.

Should've been a cop.

[screaming]

Sh*t.

[groaning] Ow, ow!

[Allison] Oh, my God. Guys.

Oh, my God!

F***ing help me. What are you doing?

Oh, my God. He shot me in the boob.

What kind of dick shoots a girl

in the boob?

-I did not sign up for this sh*t.

-Stop complaining. Stop all your whining.

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