Uncaged Page #2

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Uhm, be careful,

all right kiddo?

Brandon:
I'll wake you

up with my midget porn,

you're not complaining.

You brought it on yourself!

Man...

Turner:
What the f***.

Bro!

-Brandon:
What?

-Turner:
What?

Oh, the breaker broke.

Turner:
Yeah.

What are we supposed to do?

Live like, f***ing

jebediah and his amish

goddamn band mates or what?

We'll call someone tomorrow.

No, I want a

flashlight right now.

Where's our flashlight?

I don't know.

Turner:
That's all right.

This'll work.

No it won't work!

I'm in the middle of a battle.

Can you pause it, please?

Would you pause it, Turner?

You're being inconsiderate.

Jack:
Oh sh*t, sh*t...

Sh*t!

I got there, I got

there to pick you up,

I can get home safe.

Dude, you only

have your learner's.

You don't have

a wallet on you.

You're wearing a garbage bag.

So where did you

sleep last night?

A dumpster.

Brandon:
Why-- why are

you sleeping in dumpster?

I don't know.

You know if it's something weird

like some fetish thing,

I get it, all right.

Let's just say I get it.

So you can tell me,

if you want, you know.

I'm into some nasty sh*t,

I'm sure you got a--

we're related.

You must have some

weird stuff going on.

Sexually.

Hey, all right!

Jack, honey...

Mommy has to go.

And I'm gonna take you over

to your cousin's house, okay?

Okay.

Promise me something, Jack.

When you turn 18,

if you feel sick,

don't be afraid.

Repeat after me.

When I'm 18...

Jack:
When I'm 18...

If I feel sick...

Jack:
If I feel sick...

Mom:
I won't be afraid.

Jack:
I won't be afraid.

Turner:
Hey crystal,

what's up? It's Turner.

What no, no, we haven't met.

It was the app just a few

minutes ago, remember?

No, no, I'm the guy

that sent you the photo

of just his balls.

Yeah, you wrote back

like right away.

Yeah, no, the cute balls.

Yeah, with the razor

blade next to it.

Hey, come on, I swear

I'm not a serial killer.

I mean the app I'm using says

we're only two miles away.

Jack, where are you going?

Just out, for a walk.

Turner:
Okay, tell me more.

Oh, yeah

you're f***ing wet.

Would you get off the

phone with your mom already?

Turner:
I'll f***ing

kill you I swear to god.

Just hang up!

Mike:
So what's the status?

Mom:
He has the gene.

Sh*t.

Well, I don't know what

we were expecting.

Mom:
The chains didn't hold.

I need you to get the cage.

Mike:
That's

your responsibility.

Mom:
You know I can't.

Someone could recognize me.

I'll arrange to get

it there tomorrow.

Mom:
He needs it tonight.

Well, I can't get it tonight.

Mom:
Mike, if you

don't wanna go back--

look, I've done my best

to lead a normal life,

and I'm not about to

f*** it all up right now.

We had a pact.

You're lucky I'm

even talking to you.

He's gonna have to

wait till tomorrow.

Turner:
Well, it's

not a f***ing real road,

you f***ing idiot, it's

a piece of cardboard.

Brandon:
I know, I was just

kidding, I was just joking.

Jesus, oh my god.

Brandon:
Ah, sh*t.

What the f*** is this?

Brandon:
Ah, it'll probably

turn on in the morning

like yesterday.

Ah, what the f*** man. This

is Jack's uncle's house.

He should be here

dealing with this sh*t.

Do you know the story

about Jack's family

by the way?

Yeah, his mom like shot up

his dad or something, right?

No, it goes way beyond that.

A lot more.

All right, well every

family has problems.

I mean, sh*t, my dad

used to be an alcoholic.

Still is, we just got over it.

They have a Wikipedia

page, just about them.

Oh, god.

Yeah, okay, it all

started with uhm,

Jack's mom's oldest

sister Margaret.

She went into the city

with her boyfriend

for a romantic night out, right,

they were gonna get dinner.

And after dinner

he surprised her.

He had a hotel room at

the Waldorf astoria.

It's great, it's fantastic,

it's a nice hotel.

I would do dirty things

to stay in that hotel.

Turner:
You would do

dirty things for free.

Brandon:
Yeah listen,

the next morning,

the maids come in,

boyfriend's dead.

Head split open like

a pumpkin, or a melon,

or a watermelon, and Margaret,

she's handing from a

chandelier, dead too obviously.

Turner:
Jesus.

She killed herself.

Yeah, oh, but you know,

Jack's mom, that gets

a little nastier.

She took much longer

to go crazy, you know.

She waited, you know, years.

And then one night,

when Jack was around

five or six, his mother

just went ballistic.

Cut her husband's face

open with a razor.

Really tore in.

Like, gruesome, okay?

My parents, they still don't

understand how one night

a person could be

completely normal, friendly,

interesting, nice, and

then the next, homicidal.

They never even found her

body, just her clothes,

completely soaked in blood.

Oh, but the worst one,

the worst incident by far

is uncle Mike, our uncle Mike.

He was in Europe, taking

an overnight train

from Brussels to

Amsterdam. And the next day

when the train pulled

into the station

and the conductor came

to open the doors,

he found 12 bodies, dead

people, just slaughtered,

torn-up, cast all

over the walls.

You know it was just

disgusting. There was guts

everywhere, it was really

just gruesome stuff,

awful stuff. The only

guy that made it,

was uncle Mike, so

naturally he's a suspect,

but they couldn't find his

fingerprints on anything

and frankly it

didn't make any sense

that a scrawny teenager

could've killed an entire

car full of people, you know?

Not like the way,

whoever did it, did it,

because he tore like

jaws off and sh*t,

I mean god...

Holy sh*t, you're f***ing

related to these people.

No, it's through

Jack's father, so,

I'm not psycho.

Whew.

All right, that

really tired me out.

I'm gonna go to bed.

You should bundle up, okay,

the heat's off.

I love you.

Sh*t, f***...

Damn.

What the f***?

Brandon.

Brandon?!

Recorded message:

This feels as if it's

your beach, yours alone.

Don't shoot!

F***...

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary mother of god.

Pray for our sins.

Now and at the

hour of our death.

Amen.

Reporter on TV:
Medics on the

scene found the victim's body

was cut in half, authorities

speculate a rogue black bear...

What's with you

watching the news?

Ssshht!

...may be responsible for

the attack, and authorities

are urging all residents

to remain vigilant

while carrying our

their daily activities.

Our thoughts and prayers

go out to the family

and friends of Morris Wright.

What exactly did you see miss?

Uhm, I was waiting for a train

to home, and I heard a noise,

and then this thing

ripped him apart.

Brandon:
F***.

Reporter on TV:
Now authorities

are saying that it was

a black bear. Is

that what you saw?

Uhm, I'm sorry, I can't

answer any more questions.

Reporter on TV:
Morris

Wright, the victim,

25 years old, black male.

Brandon:
F***.

Reporter on TV:
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