The Last House on the Left Page #2

What time are you coming home?

I was thinking maybe I could

just spend the night with Paige.

No, no, no.

That is not a good idea.

Listen to me.

You're 17 years old...

(STATIC)

Hello? Mom? You're breaking up.

I can't hear you.

Hello? Honey?

Hello? Are you there?

Mom, if you can hear me, I'll be

back first thing in the morning, okay?

- I love you.

- (GASPS) Oh, my...

- Who was that?

- That was your daughter.

Now she's spending

the night with Paige.

This is ridiculous.

I knew this was gonna happen.

I should have never

let her leave.

There isn't much

we can do about it.

She does have the car.

So, Justin, my new found friend,

are you from a really big city?

No, you know,

I'm kinda from all over.

All over.

My dad and uncle have us

moving around a lot, so...

What do they do?

All sorts of things. You know,

I'm kinda out of the loop.

Well, where's your mom?

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

When did she die?

- It was a while ago.

- So...

that's probably enough

death talk.

Do you wanna move on

to a happier subject?

Sure.

Someone died?

My brother.

About a year ago.

A year ago?

- What was his name?

- Ben.

Sorry.

You know what, Mari?

I think Justin here

could be kinda cute

if he lost his whole,

like, creepy, hooded,

Unabomber kinda vib

he's got going on.

- Don't you think?

- Yeah.

- (CHUCKLING)

- Look at this face he's got.

Here.

Here, put this on.

No, actually that's...

You know, that's my uncle's.

Well, he's not here.

Just put it on. Come on.

- Model it. Go on.

- Put it on.

(PAIGE WHOOPS)

- Not bad.

- Yeah,

but the hair doesn't match

the shirt anymore.

What could we do?

Come on, sit down.

- All right.

- I need some water.

You're gonna love it.

Trust us.

(CHUCKLES) Okay. Do you think

the collar should go up or down?

(CHUCKLES)

Put it up.

- Collar up. No, collar up.

- I think collar down.

Fabio.

I love it. It's a big

improvement, Justin.

You're gonna get

all the ladies.

MARI:

Oh, yeah.

Evening.

Dad.

I... I thought you guys

weren't coming back...

Well, our timeline's

gotten sped up, so...

Why? What's going on?

For Christ's sake, nephew,

are you gonna introduce us?

Yeah, Frank.

This is Mari. That's Paige.

That's my Uncle Frank,

Sadie.

That's my dad.

These are two

lovely girls, Justin.

Smells like you three have

been having some fun in here.

Yeah, it's like a regular

party. Who else you invite?

JUSTIN:
Nobody.

It's just us.

(STUTTERS)

Dad, look, I was just

trying to liquidate some...

Liquidate, oh?

Is that my word or yours?

Mine. But...

Am I wrong? Is that...

No, Justin,

you're not wrong.

FRANCIS:

Is that my shirt?

- Yeah, Frank, I'm sorry...

- No, no. Hey, hey, hey.

Keep it on.

Looks good on you.

JUSTIN:
You know, we were just...

- Playing dress up?

(CHUCKLES) Well, I mean, we just

sorta gave him a bit of a makeover.

- A makeover, really?

- No.

PAIGE:
Yeah.

Well, I think that's the

greatest thing I've ever heard.

(PAIGE AND FRANCIS CHUCKLING)

FRANCIS:
Wow. We'll just

get outta your way, Justin.

- How much do we owe you?

- I love your sweatshirt, Mari.

That your sport utility

out there, Mari?

- Yeah.

- Nice.

Yeah, we could use a vehicle

like that right about now.

Yeah, 'cause ours

is pretty well f***ed.

Like we are.

- Thanks to you, pumpkin.

- F*** you!

Later maybe.

(WHISPERING)

Dad, what is going on...

(JUSTIN GROANING)

We made the front page.

That's what's going on!

We figured they'd have my

face on there sooner or later,

but now they got

Sadie's to boot.

Can you believe it,

Paige, Mari?

Listen, mister... Sir...

This is none of our

business. We won't...

You won't what?

This is none

of our business.

It's a private matter.

(PAIGE EXHALES)

Right. Right, and we won't

say anything to anybody.

Well, I don't know.

Frank, you believe them?

Yeah. You know,

I think maybe I could.

Yeah, well, I don't.

(PANTING) Well, you should.

'Cause we really don't...

We really don't give a sh*t.

Hey, Paige, calm down.

I swear... I mean, we swear that

we won't... We won't tell any...

- Paige.

- Oh, my God!

(SHUSHING)

- We have thin walls, okay.

- (SOBBING) Oh, my...

- Please, don't...

- Please, just...

Please, just put the knife down.

You can have my keys.

- I don't care. Just don't hurt her.

- Thanks, Mari.

Just don't...

Please...

(SOBBING) Okay, sir,

can we please just go now?

- Oh, Paige...

- Please...

Do you not

like us, Paige?

I'm sorry, ladies.

We just can't risk it.

PAIGE:
What?

No! No, please...

Why can't you just...

Please, just let us go!

- Paige, stay calm.

- Hey...

- God damn it!

- Paige.

(BANGING)

Somebody... Oh, God.

Please... F***!

PAIGE:
Somebody,

please! No!

Don't f***ing move.

(CONTINUES BANGING)

(GRUNTING)

Somebody help!

Somebody! Help me!

Please!

Somebody help me!

Help! Somebody!

(CRYING)

- Hey!

- What...

(GROANS)

- Anything?

- No. No, we're still okay.

Francis! What's going on?

She's taking a nap.

But she'll come around.

I hate cell phones.

Everywhere you turn, nothing but

texting and yakking and texting.

(GRUNTING)

I hate them.

Load up.

Justin.

I'm sorry. They weren't

supposed to be back.

What?

That's your excuse?

Yes, sir.

Justin.

You gotta start putting other

people's needs ahead of your own.

You knew not to bring anybody

back here, but you did it anyway.

- Didn't you?

- Because I thought...

Because we weren't

supposed to be here.

(BABBLING)

Well, you did it.

It can't be undone.

Now you're gonna take

responsibility for that action.

It's as simple as that.

You know how we do that?

Look at her.

- Just look at her. God.

- Would you just let them...

Look at her!

That's a good start.

(HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING ON RADIO)

(TURNS OFF RADIO)

Put your seatbelt on.

(SOBBING)

(WHIMPERS)

(SHUSHING)

(CRYING)

Hell.

We're okay.

You're okay.

(SIREN WAILING)

(FRANCIS MOANS)

(FRANCIS KISSING)

Now I go left, right?

Looks like that road that's

over the mountain is left.

Right takes you

back to the lake.

Go left.

I've been coming here for years.

You're looking for Highway 43,

the two-lane that goes

over the mountains. Right?

I guess that's

the one, Mari.

Then you need to go left.

Thanks for the clarity, Mari.

Thanks for being

so cooperative, Mari.

What good would it do me

not to be?

I always took your kind to be

whiny little f***ing b*tches...

born with silver spoons

up their asses, but you,

I think maybe there's

hope for you, Mari.

I don't know, Krug. I think Mari here

has some potential you should consider.

Krug, what do you think?

I think she's been a cool

customer ever since the motel.

He agrees.

(SCREAMS)

SADIE:
Oh, my God!

(PAIGE SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Come on!

You get the f***...

Handle it!

Dad, watch out!

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(CRYING)

Sh*t.

(SPITS)

(GROANING)

Motherf***er.

(GROANING)

(FRANCIS CHUCKLES EVILLY)

You b*tch.

(YELLS)

Sadie, you okay?

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