The Last House on the Left Page #5

(WHISPERING) I'll get the wine.

I'll meet you in there.

(PANTING)

Son of a b*tch!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(FRANCIS GRUNTING)

You f***ing b*tch!

Who the f*** are you?

(GROANS)

Krug!

Krug! Sadie!

Sh*t.

(SCREAMING)

Get off me!

(THUDS)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

(FRANCIS GURGLING)

(FOOD DISPOSER WHIRRING)

(BONES CRUNCHING)

(SCREAMING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

(GAGS)

(COUGHS)

(PANTING)

(GUN COCKING)

(SCREAMING)

(KRUG GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

JOHN:
Sh*t!

(GROANS)

Jesus Christ!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(SHOUTING)

Who are you crazy fucks?

(PANTING)

(JOHN GROANS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(CRUNCHING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

F*** me, Francis.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(POLE CLANKING)

Hang on

sweetheart, okay?

We might have to do this

a different way, all right?

Come on out,

you piece of sh*t!

KRUG:
What are

the odds, man?

Of course, your little girl

had a lot to do with it.

You should be proud.

How'd you make us anyway?

Did my f***ing kid

rat us out?

That's it, isn't it?

My f***ing kid!

He figured out who you were

and blabbered his brains.

Hey, by the way, you all did

a bang-up job on my brother.

He is really f***ing

dead down there.

(RATTLING)

Well, well.

What's this?

This Emma down here

by the lake?

You two planning a

daring escape at sea, huh?

(GRUNTS)

(RATTLING)

No! Emma!

Did you find them?

(KRUG GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(WHOOPS)

KRUG:

That hurt?

Give you a hand!

You should have

seen yourself.

Come on,

is that all you got for me?

(GROANING)

I was expecting a lot

more fight outta you, John.

Mari and her little friend

sure gave me a lotta fight.

(GROANS)

(THUDS)

You wanna hear

what I did to Mari?

I bet you do, pervert.

You wanna hear how tight

your little homecoming queen was?

No, I want to hear you

beg for your f***ing life.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

I don't feel

like begging today.

(CHOKING)

(GUN COCKING)

What are you doing?

(CHUCKLES)

Ending this.

Well, you sure picked a hell

of a time to grow some balls.

Glad to see you, too.

Look, I'm not mad, all right?

Just don't do anything stupid.

(GUN CLICKS)

My son.

I loved you.

I took care of you!

(GASPS)

(CRYING)

Loved?

You don't get to talk now!

(GASPING)

F*** you!

(GASPS LOUDLY)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

Hi.

KRUG:

What is this?

I can't move.

You're paralyzed

from the neck down.

I didn't have

any rope or duct tape.

(EXHALES)

What are you doing?

Doc?

What the f***

are you doing?

(BEEPING)

You're gonna be fine.

Wait.

(BEEPS)

Hey.

Wait.

(ELECTRICITY HUMMING)

(GROANING)

(GROANING LOUDLY)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

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