The Wicked One Page #3

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it will get better.

(chuckling)

Trev, please?

No.

(sniffling)

(sighing)

Hey, man, you gonna

be able to make up

with the sibling

this weekend?

I'm gonna try, Quint,

but that motherf***er's

not making it

any easier.

(sighing)

You f***ing told him

one of those war stories, right?

You f***ing did, you...

whatever, you shoot, like,

13 guys with two bullets.

No, but I should've.

Maybe he'd keep

his f***ing mouth shut.

Throw some

fear of God into him.

You know, man...

Alex and I's relationship is

damn near perfect.

She's perfect.

The only f***ing

glitch is him.

(sighing)

Lord knows...

I try to keep

my mouth shut,

but he's got the mouth

of a 16-year-old girl.

It's all pissy.

And all I wanna do

is put my hands

around his f***ing

little throat and...

(mimics cracking)

But what're you gonna do?

(rock and roll)

(door opening)

Excuse me.

I'm in need

of some directions, please.

- Where are you heading?

- Well, I'm trying to find

1428 Pruitt Road.

The old Miller place.

Yes.

What in the hell would

a spiffy old lady like you

wanna do out there?

Christ.

This is the third stop

I've made since I left.

Now, can you give me

directions or not?

And before you say

another word,

I do not want to hear

any of your country-fied,

backwoods bullshit

spook stories.

(sighing)

Relax, I'm gonna

give you directions.

Good.

You know,

that place is tainted.

It's cursed.

Every time someone goes

out there, they die.

(cawing)

(cawing)

(fire crackling)

It does...

Give me that.

Give it to me.

(straining)

There you go.

Oh, I knew there was a reason

I asked you to marry me.

Mm-hmm.

So, we're all sitting

around a fire,

and it's All Hallow's Eve.

Does anybody know

any ghost stories?

Have you ever heard

of "the wicked one"?

"The wicked one"?

See, you guys grew up

afraid of ghosts.

And boogeymen.

It's not the same for

the people of Carpenter Hills.

Here...

it's "the wicked one"

whose name is feared

above all else.

Catchy name.

He was just a teenager.

Your normal,

run-of-the-mill,

average, good...

family kid.

Until one day...

he just snapped.

Slaughtered

his entire family.

When they found him,

he was in the basement.

Completely covered

in his family's blood.

Sitting in front of

his dead sister's body.

So, they locked him away.

And for 20 years...

there's been a stigma

over Carpenter Falls.

Oh, come on.

It's the same story

everywhere you go.

Like, some guy

does something...

some horrible crime,

the police arrest him...

every now and then,

the people around

the town see him.

And it's like the...

it's the same tired-ass,

lame story wherever you go.

(Trevor) Problem is,

Fear and Loathing,

that, uh...

it's a true story.

All right,

but the burning question is...

is why did this kid go all

cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs?

He said

he heard a voice.

A voice that came from

his family's scarecrow.

(Quinton)

Aww, a f***in' scarecrow.

- It's true.

- Ca-caw!

(laughing)

Okay, all right.

(Trevor) Yeah, I

wouldn't laugh too hard.

See, the part of the story

that she's not telling you

is that the land that

the Miller house was on...

(clicks tongue)

This land?

The... land that

we're on right now?

See, uh,

after the murders

and everything,

my pop came in here.

Purchased up the property.

Built a house.

On the other side

of the property,

the old house is

still there.

So, what you're saying

is that this wicked guy

is still alive in some

sanitarium somewhere?

Shouldn't he have

gotten the death penalty

- or something?

- Yeah.

Well, you can't

execute the crazies

if they've been...

deemed mentally unfit

to stand trial.

Kinda like

Charles Manson?

You know, they just kind of

live their own lives

in their own

f***ed-up head.

Not knowing right

from wrong.

Ever the optimist.

Rather an optimist

than a...

nagging, negative

sack of sh*t, eh, Trev?

(clearing throat)

Better put a leash

on that dog, sis.

Don't try to wrangle

your sister into this, Trevor.

Guys, we're not

doing this.

Let Mr. Billy Bad-Ass

say what he wants.

- I'm all ears.

- You know what?

You're not impressing

anyone here

with your sarcastic,

witty little comebacks.

Cut the f***ing act,

it's getting old.

Listen, I know because

you're banging my sister...

- Trevor!

...that you think you have some sort of

authority over me.

You don't.

So, how about you sit

over there and just drink

your f***ing Sea Breeze

- before I shove it up your ass.

- (grunting)

You know, I'm about

tired of your sh*t.

Oh, God... hey, stop.

It ain't nothing in between

us but f***ing air.

So, why don't

you try it, Cheech?

Hey, guys, no, we're not

gonna do this right now.

You think

you're tough sh*t?

Walk around

with your little backpack

like a pre-schooler?

We all know

what's in it.

And I'm betting

it's enough to send you away

for a long f***ing time.

You know what?

Let's just f***ing see

what's in it, huh?

F*** you, man.

Stop... hey!

- Guys...

- Oh, sh*t!

Adam! Adam!

Stop it!

Stop it,

get off Trevor!

Let's see what's so f***ing

goddamn important...

- Oh, sh*t!

- Trevor...

- Sit!

- Yes, sir.

- (girl sobbing)

- Trevor... Trevor,

what the f*** are you

doing with a gun?

Put it down.

Trevor, please.

For Christ's sake,

put it down.

Look at what you're doing,

Trevor, please.

I'm not gonna

ask you again, Chief.

Put it down, or I'll put

a f***ing hole in your head

that matches

your leg, savvy?

You know, I thought

you were better than this.

But now I can see you're

just a pistol-pulling p*ssy.

Hope you got

the f***ing balls

to pull that trigger

when you need to.

(sobbing continues)

This f***ing bag?

Gonna shoot me

if I don't give you

your sh*t back?

That's the point

of the piece in your face.

Now, what's it gonna be?

Everybody knows

what's in it, so let him.

(sobbing continues)

You think you're so f***ing

special, don't you? Huh?

You think you're f***ing

better than me? Do you?

No, Trevor, no.

Shut the f*** up, Al!

I am so sick

and f***ing tired

of your little glances

and comments.

We all didn't have it

as f***ing easy as you.

Poor little Alexandra.

F***ing parents die

because of

her dipshit brother.

Huh?

I'm not f***ing stupid!

- You selfish f***ing prick.

- (clicking)

You're not the only one

who f***ing lost somebody

that night, Trevor,

so get over yourself!

No, please, please.

Please, Trevor.

(sobbing)

Please.

Stay the f*** away from me.

(girls sobbing)

(thudding)

- (crying)

- All right, show of hands,

who saw that coming?

Alex? Chris?

Norma? Hurry up

with that sandwich.

I'm fixing it, Harry,

hang on just a second.

Well, my show's

fixin' to come on.

What show's coming on?

Eleanor... they're talking

about the origin of Halloween.

Harry, you were supposed

to let me watch my movie.

Well... well, this is on.

Well, if you're

gonna watch that,

I'm gonna

go get my bath.

All right.

When're you coming?

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