Two Lovers and a Bear Page #3

---

Whoo!

- Ah...

- F***! F***!

- Roman, I'm hungry.

Give me a fish.

- Ugh, goddammit!

Hey! It's OK!

- Roman, get your gun!

- No, it's OK!

- Move out of the way!

- It's OK! It's OK!

It's not OK. Give me a

fish, and it'll be OK.

You need to shut the f*** up!

- Roman, f***ing move!

- Lucy, listen to me!

Do not shoot him!

- Running away is not gonna solve

the problem.

You're gonna have

to burn him out of her head.

- What the f*** are you talking about?

- What are you talking about?

Out of the way!

- Lucy, no! Put the gun down!

- You know what I'm talking about.

Her beast is still here, stuck in her head.

- Move! Move!

- Look at her screaming!

That's the beast inside of her!

- Shut up!

- Roman, move!

- Listen, it's not going to hurt you!

OK? Listen to me.

Roman!

- Trust me.

- Give me the fish!

Come on, come on!

- Here!

Go now, you stupid f***!

- I love you too.

- Go! Eat it somewhere else.

Get out of here.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm going.

- What the f*** just happened?

- Look, there's something

I have to tell you, OK?

- What?

- I can speak to bears.

You wanna head out?

- What do you mean

you can speak to bears'?

- I just can, OK?

- You have to turn around.

There's a blizzard coming!

There's a blizzard coming.

A big motherf***er.

You're gonna have to turn around.

Don't be clever.

- I'm not going back.

- Why not?

- We're not going back.

- All right.

I'm only doing this

'cause you look like you're in love.

You got GPS?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Don't mention this to anybody.

If anybody asks,

you just heard about it.

You go over this hill,

there's some military base camp.

Don't forget the condoms.

- Roman!

Roman!

Roman!

- Yeah!

- Are you OK?

- Yeah!

MY leg's jammed!

F***!

- You got rope?

- Yeah!

- Get it down here.

Ow! F***!

Aaah!

I'm gonna fight 'em off

A seven nation army

couldn't hold me...

whack

They're gonna rip it off

Taking their time

right behind my back

And I'm bleeding

and I'm bleeding

And I'm bleeding

right before the Lord

- Roman! Here!

And the stains coming from my blood

Tell me to go back home

Tell me another joke.

- I don't have another f***ing joke.

The joke is

if you don't get your ass out of there,

I'm gonna come down and kick it.

How's that for a f***ing joke?

- I like the bear joke better!

- Come on!

Hurry, Roman!

- Aw, f*** it!

OK.

My leg's free.

Just go really slow, OK?

- OK.

- Like, really, really,

"one inch at a time" slow, slow.

Oh, Jesus, f***!

Oh, Jesus, f***!

Aaah! F***! Aaah!

Ah da da da da da da

Whoo! Yeah!

And I'm bleeding

and I'm bleeding

And I'm bleeding

right before the Lord

All the words are gonna

bleed from me

And I will think no more

And the stains coming from my blood

tell me go back home

- I don't think we should be here.

- It's abandoned.

- No, we shouldn't go inside.

- Well, we don't have a choice.

Blizzard's coming.

- Hello?

Is anybody here?

No, I don't feel good about this. No.

- Hey!

- We should go.

- No, look.

If there was someone else here,

we would've seen

their snowmobile somewhere.

OK? This is the safest place

we can be right now.

You got nothing to worry about.

I'm here.

We're safe.

- Hello?

Did you hear that?

- It was the wind.

- No, the wind doesn't go

click-click-click.

That was footsteps.

- No, that was the wind

making something else

go click-click-click.

- Do you think they had, like,

nuclear bombs and missiles down here?

- F*** yeah!

What is this place?

- Some kind of radar station.

There's someone here.

- Lucy, those are probably 10 years old.

All right'?

It was someone who got caught

in a blizzard, just like us,

that came in here for shelter,

then they left.

Come on.

This can is almost 30 years old.

- It tastes like sh*t!

- Yeah, it's supposed to taste like sh*t.

It's corned beef.

- Why is n"

Why is it still like that

after all these years?

I don't know. It's f***ed up!

- F***!

Roman?

Roman?

- Here!

- Ready?

- Yep.

Jesus!

There it is again.

Roman?

- Yeah?

- I feel weird.

- Memo.

- I think it's the corned beef.

Roman?

Roman!

If you're joking,

it's not f***ing funny!

Lucy.

I'm here.

It's just a game.

You love me, don't you?

If you love me,

come here and show it to me.

Lucy!

No. No, Lucy.

Come here.

- No! No, no!

Leave me alone!

No, I hate you!

- If you don't come here

and be a good girl...

- Leave me alone!

- the people around you will die!

- I hate you!

- And it will be your fault!

- Oh my God!

- Is that what you want?

That people die around you?

- I hate you! I hate you!

Lucy! Lucy, stop!

Hey! What are you doing?

- Get away from me!

- Come back inside!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- He's in there!

"Who?

" My dad!

My f***ing dad! I saw him!

- Lucy, no one's in there.

Come on, it's freezing out.

Let's come back inside.

- No! I saw him, Roman!

I saw him in there!

I keep seeing him everywhere!

I see him everywhere I go!

I'm sick of this sh*t!

- He died 2 years ago!

Lucy, he died.

- I wanna kill him!

I wanna kill him!

I need to kill him here.

- Lucy, he is already dead, OK?

- I don't f***ing care!

I don't care!

I can still see him!

Every night, I still see him,

leaning over my bed,

telling me to shut the f*** up

while he fucks me!

Every night, every time

you're in me, I feel him inside me!

Do you understand that?

Every f***ing night!

I need-l need to get him out of my head

so he stops killing me, OK?

- OK! OK!

Lucy, hey!

Look, we're gonna kill him, OK?

We're gonna f***ing kill him!

But right now,

we have to get you inside, OK?

- I'm not going back in there.

- F***!

- I'm not!

- OK. OK! Hey, look!

You're not going back inside, all right?

But you're gonna stay right here.

I'm gonna go get your gear,

and then I'm gonna f***ing kill him, OK?

But you're gonna stay right here, OK?

You promise me? Promise?

I'm gonna f***ing kill him, OK?

F***ing kill him!

OK.

Go ahead.

Lucy!

Lucy!

Lucy, get down!

Shhh! Shhh!

He's gone forever!

I f***ing killed him!

We're gonna get out of here,

and he is never gonna

follow you again!

He's gone. He is out of your head,

and he's out of you!

He's gone!

I f***ing killed him!

It's just me and you.

He's never gonna follow you again.

You think we're like the caribou

who cross the river

even if they know

they're gonna drown?

We keep following people and things.

And we know it's gonna kill us someday,

bu! we keep doing it.

Romany I don'! know.

Maybe it's a good thing, you know?

You live your life,

and you're not afraid to die.

You do what you have to do,

because most of the time,

it works out the way

it's supposed to, you know?

Then you don'! lose your ground.

You don'! lose your ground.

You cross the river,

and you grow up,

and you live free and proud,

'cause you crossed the river,

even if you were scared.

You crossed the river inside.

You walked across your fear,

because that's

the biggest river to cross.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes