The Seamstress Page #2

- That's the same exact way

the Seamstress did it.

- That's probably a body that they just

didn't find until now.

- Uh, it says here that he died in '98.

- The ones around here ended in '87.

- So this was a copycat?

- Sanzu?

- It only came up in his notes once.

Could be a person.

- No, it's an island.

- Hey, Lizzie, is this Sanzu?

- There's tons of little islands

up and down the coast.

Half of them have got, like,

fringe folks living on them.

- My uncle has a boat.

[exuberant rock music]

- Whoo-hoo!

With all the stuff that Jason had

in his truck,

we'll be fine for one night.

- Yeah.

- He's a good guy, Allie.

- Hey, I'm somewhere else right now.

- I know he's still into you.

He totally told Paul the other day

that he thought you were the-

- Hey, you guys!

I just want to say

that I know you don't

have to be here,

and I really-

I really appreciate it.

Thank you.

- Any time.

- Cheers.

Hey, can you take that for a second?

- Chug it.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- How's it going?

- Good.

How are you?

- Think that's Sanzu?

- Right here.

- This Saudi thing, it's cuckoo.

- Exactly how rich are you

going to be when you grow up?

- How rich do you want me to be?

- Really rich.

[laughs]

- I've asked you, like,

[exaggerated kiss]

Look, I appreciate what you did

with the boat and everything,

and I don't want to seem ungrateful,

Jason, but-

- Good, 'cause that would kind of suck.

- Jase, the thing with you and l

is that it's just-

- You know how scared I was

to see you yesterday,

how freaked out I was to talk to you?

You'd think, like, after seven years that-

- What do you want, Jason?

- I don't know.

What do you want?

- I want to go to that island.

That's what I want.

- Okay.

- Okay.

[thud, cries of alarm]

You guys okay?

- Yeah.

[confused murmurs]

- What is that?

- Any luck?

- What the hell is that?

- It's rope.

Fouled the props fast enough

to seize both motors.

- Where's your radio?

- I don't have one.

- You don't have a radio?

- Okay, who's got a cell?

- I do.

Hold on.

With no reception.

Let's try for Sanzu.

[rhythmic beating]

- Hey!

I'm in Vancouver for business

all the time.

- Shh, you hear that?

- Uh, no.

What?

- I don't know.

You got the beer?

- Uh, I think they got it.

- Does anybody know where we're going?

- There's a clearing right up here.

This way, you guys.

- Wow.

- It's so quiet.

- Where you guys going?

- A walk.

- Being shipwrecked is romantic.

[giggling]

- Nothing?

Great.

[branches rustling, giggling]

- [laughing]

- Where were you schmucks?

- [together]

Just walking, and speaking and-

- Talking.

- What's going on?

- We just- it-it was dark.

We got lost.

- Paul thought that he heard this-

- Whoa, no, no, no,

you said you heard it, too.

- Heard what?

- Nothing.

It was just something in the trees.

It's not a big-

- We tried a shortcut back to the camp.

We just got turned around a little.

- Yeah, so...

No, but, anyway,

and then we were

down by the water, and then-

Iook.

- [gasps]

Is...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah,

and it's exactly the one I wanted.

- Dina!

Dina, Dina, Dina!

- Congratulations!

- Thanks, babes.

- That's huge.

Congratulations, brother.

- Here.

Here.

- Thank you.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- Oh, Albert, cheers, come on.

- Well...

- Ching!

- Aw...

- You're engaged.

- I know.

- I wasn't going to do it today,

but, you know,

nature and everything-

- No one comes here.

[startled gasps]

This is my island.

Get off.

- Paul...

- My name's Paul, okay?

These are my friends.

What's your name?

- Ryan.

- Ryan.

- Two months ago-

- Maybe now's not the-

- A man, my dad-

let me ask him, please?

Let me ask him.

Two months ago, a man, my dad,

he came over

from the mainland.

His name's Donny Plachtt.

Did you see him here?

- Plachtt?

- Yeah, he-he came here.

I know he did.

Two men told me.

- Who?

- Coll Gatier, Sheriff Logan.

- We'll leave if you have a boat,

a radio, whatever-

- Do they know that you're here?

- No, no.

- Stay on the beach, Allie.

- Oh, my god;

what a freak.

Who does that?

- What did I tell you?

Fringe folks.

Probably some freaky weed farmer

trying to protect his stash.

- He knew my name.

Ryan called me Allie.

- Well, maybe Jason said it or something.

- Ugh, I can't wait to get off

this stupid island.

- You guys know

the history here, right?

- Please, can it not be

the Lizzie show tonight,

just, like, one time?

- '77 to '87, right?

scratched, stashed

here and there.

- So?

- So time they find number 11,

whole town's a bit

"Here's Johnny!"

You know?

Somebody finds something

that puts Sheriff Logan

onto an elementary teacher, a seer.

- [belches]

A what?

- She could tell things.

She helped find a few bodies.

You don't know about this?

- No.

Never had a Ouija board.

I was outside playing sports.

- Two heroes come to her house.

They drag her out of bed,

take her to meet five concerned citizens

on an isolated island-

- This is what happens, guys.

People have to know,

and so what they don't know,

they make up.

- So these guys do to her

what was done to their kids:

stitch up her eyes,

sew her mouth shut.

- Jesus.

- God, why are you listening to her?

- But before they do all that,

they show her what they did

while they were waiting,

the mutilated body of her husband.

- Her husband?

Hold on, what did he do?

- Well, your typical vigilante mob's

nothing if not thorough.

- So, what, some hippie

and her dope farmer husband

drop off the face of the Earth,

and that's a big conspiracy?

- And you think this is the island?

- I'd say your dad thought so.

- And it's haunted?

- Cursed, actually.

- [scoffs]

- Well, if you want to get

technical about it.

- Just before they light her up,

she tears her mouth open

and lets 'em have it.

"Bring me the real killer,

or all seven of you die,

one by one."

- [screams in mock horror]

[laughter]

- Oh, my god.

Thanks, Lizzie.

I forgot how cool your

hyperactive imagination was.

- Deeds.

- That's what I heard.

[quiet footsteps]

- I let you in my house.

[distant shrieking]

- Allie?

Allie?

[muffled groans]

- [whispering]

Shh, shh, Lizzie.

[muffled groans continue]

Lizzie.

Shh! Shh!

[screams]

[panting]

[panting]

Dad!

Dad!

- Stay on the beach, Allie.

Don't take my eyes.

- [gasping]

[screams]

[panting wildly]

[wailing]

- Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Lizzie!

My dad!

My dad!

- Hey, it was a nightmare.

- Al, I'm here.

I'm good.

- You see what you did

with your stupid ghost story, Lizzie?

Do you see?

Look at this.

- Someone was outside my tent.

- Jason went for a pee.

You didn't see anyone, right?

- No, yeah.

Nobody was outside your tent.

It's okay.

- Let's go.

- Okay.

Al, we're gonna go, okay?

Al, coming?

- Can I have your coat, bro?

- Yeah.

Here.

- Shh.

Hey.

Shh.

- You know what's a really

attractive quality, Jason?

Patience.

- [grunting]

- Albert?

- [grunting]

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