The Last House on the Left Page #4

Whatever you think.

Whatever's easiest.

(IN HALES)

Yeah, we're very easy.

Where's the bathroom?

It's the last door

on the right. Down the hall.

Kitchen counter's fine.

That's our daughter, Mari.

The car thief.

Sorry... I'm...

(GASPING)

Justin, honey?

Justin, honey...

- Are you okay? What's wrong?

- I'm fine. I'm fine.

(GASPING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

KRUG:
Hey, Justin, Dr. Collingwood

wants to know if you're doing okay.

Yeah, tell him I'm fine.

You keep your mouth shut, do you

hear me? Don't you f*** up again.

Hurry up.

The neighborhood boys would try to jump

over our fence and steal our fruit...

The dog would chase them out,

but my mom was scared of the dog.

She took him to the pound.

(KRUG CHATTERING IN DISTINCTLY)

(EMMA LAUGHING)

We're being shown

to our room.

So, the bathroom

is in there.

And there should be some stuff

n the medicine cabinet...

in case Justin starts

to feel sick again.

But other than that, I think

we're pretty well-covered.

So, unless you guys can think of

anything else, then I'll let you...

Let you get your rest.

Emma, please. You've

done more than enough.

Go. Get some sleep

for goodness sakes.

Well, if you decide that you do need

anything, please don't hesitate to...

Well, you can't really call,

but I guess just come over.

Will do.

Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Good night, Emma.

I think she likes me.

(CHUCKLES)

(GASPS)

You get them all

squared away down there?

Yeah. Yeah.

They're just so... weird.

- Did you lock the front door?

- No.

I got it. Why don't you pour

us the rest of that wine?

(CREAKING)

- Em?

- Yeah?

Did you hear that?

(TAPPING)

Where's it coming from?

Sounds like it's coming

from the porch.

(LOUD TAPPING)

Mari!

Oh, my God!

Okay, baby.

I got you. Sweetie.

(SOBBING) Oh, my God!

Oh, my God. John.

(CRYING) She's been shot!

We gotta get her inside.

Hold her head. Hold her head. Give

me some room. Give me some room.

John, is she breathing? Baby?

Come on, girl, let's go.

John, come on!

- F***!

- Oh, my God!

No, no, no.

That's it. All right.

(MARI COUGHING)

Come on, Mari. Can you hear me?

Mommy and Daddy are with you, okay?

You're gonna be okay.

I gotta stop this bleeding.

Go get me a knife.

- John, what about the bullet?

- Stopping the bleeding...

is more important than fishing for a

f***ing bullet! Get me a knife now!

(SHOWER RUNNING)

John. John!

And lots of towels, all right?

Whatever alcohol we have in there.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Okay, sweet pea.

This isn't gonna feel good,

but it's gotta be done. Okay?

(MARI GROANS)

(SIZZLING)

That's it, that's it, baby girl.

I know, baby, I know.

Almost done.

Almost done. Okay.

That's it, that's it.

Brave girl.

Okay, all done.

That's it.

(SOBBING) Oh, God.

You f***er.

(PANTING WEAKLY)

Mari? What's that?

What's that?

- I can't breathe

- Okay, okay. I'm gonna fix it, alright?

That's easy, honey, all right.

Okay, I'm just gonna turn you over.

That's my baby.

Just one second.

Emma!

I need a glass of water, quick!

JOHN:
There we go. Okay.

EMMA:
Just for a minute.

(CRYING)

Mama's right here, honey.

- That's it.

- Mama's here, honey.

(WHISPERING)

John, be careful. Okay.

Alright, sweet pea, now this is

gonna hurt a little bit, okay?

But I promise you,

you're gonna breathe better.

All right, here we go. Ready?

One... It's okay, baby. It's okay.

...two, three.

JOHN:
I know. I know, sweetie,

you're almost there.

I just need to

let a little air out.

That's it.

That's my girl. Okay.

Okay, sweetheart.

Okay, that's it, baby.

Hang on one sec. Just gotta

equalize the pressure.

(CRYING)

Okay, all right. That's it.

It's okay, honey.

Just breathe.

Okay, there we go.

That's it, there you go.

That's it, baby.

There you go. Okay.

Is that better? Now you can

breathe. That's all better now.

That's my girl. There you go. Yeah.

(WHISPERING) It's okay, baby.

Can you tell me

who did this to you, huh?

Did you see him, sweetie?

John?

She's doing okay. She's stable.

I don't know how long it's gonna be,

but we gotta get her

to a hospital.

- John.

- What?

This was in the kitchen.

- Okay. Why?

- The kid.

That kid put it there.

John, Mari was wearing

this when she left.

She was wearing this

when she left today.

(SNIFFLING)

F***.

Em.

(CRYING)

Em, she was raped.

(CRYING)

No.

- No!

- There's blood...

- No! Mm'mm...

I'm so sorry.

(CRYING)

Motherfuckers!

John, John,

I've should've seen it.

I should have realized.

He was just standing there

looking at her.

He looked like a goddamn ghost,

he just was staring at her picture

on the fridge. F***ing knew it!

We are going to get her to a hospital,

okay? We are going to do this.

They're still here.

- What if they come over here...

- You're right. I know, I know.

You're right.

Which means

we gotta be ready. For anything.

We have to be ready

to do anything. You hear me?

Yeah.

We don't have...

We don't have a car.

I mean, the nearest house

is six miles from here.

- How are we...

- By land.

Six miles by land, okay?

We're gonna do this.

I need you with me.

We are going to do it.

- Okay.

- Okay. Let's go.

Come on, sweetie.

All right, I need some tape.

I gotta tape...

I gotta secure

this tube. Okay.

You awake in there?

Sh*t!

(CLEARS THROAT)

Come here, baby. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

(SHUSHING) It's gonna be okay.

We're leaving very soon, I promise.

(DOOR OPENING)

Em, where are the boat keys?

(GASPS)

Hey.

Sorry, I thought

you'd be asleep by now.

John's asleep.

I'm the...

I'm the night owl.

Yeah, that last

lightning bolt woke me up.

(CHUCKLES)

Thought maybe a cold beer

might help. Knock me back out.

- Do you mind?

- No, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

I...

(SNIFFLING)

I don't think a beer's

gonna cut it, you know.

Not on a night

like this anyway.

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

Well, what's gonna cut it,

Mrs. Collingwood?

Well, I was thinking

of maybe a more...

A more adult beverage.

We fall into that category?

Yeah, I think so.

All right, bartender. I guess I'll

have another hit of that whiskey then.

John just polished that off.

Really?

That's impressive.

- So, he must be...

- He's passed out upstairs.

You a wine drinker?

I guess I am tonight.

Yeah.

Here, let me go find one.

(BOTTLES TINKLING)

So, is that rain

letting up any?

No, not much. I think the

storm's gonna be here awhile.

So, you not finding

a good bottle?

No, I... No, actually,

I have one open in the fridge.

Let me just go get it.

Here you go.

Should I just... chug it?

God, I'm sorry.

Glasses, right.

- Here, let me just pour it for you.

- All right.

You know, I can't thank you

enough for your... hospitality.

Well, you know, it's...

It's the least we could do.

So, I noticed you...

had a hot tub.

You get to use

that much?

No. Not too much lately.

Of course, there's a fire.

It could use some stoking.

(WHISPERING)

Now that sounds like a fine idea.

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