Unhinged Page #4

something borrowed,

something blue.

She thought seeings as

I've known you the longest,

I should get you something old.

(emotional piano music)

- Mom's necklace.

- Yeah.

So let's just get

through tonight.

The gardener will come,

he will fix the car,

on our way we'll get you married

and then we'll f*** off

and we'll never speak

about this again okay?

Okay?

- Lisa.

- Go to sleep, Mel.

- Okay.

(eerie music)

(Thalia grunting)

(Thalia crying)

(loud pounding)

- Thalia?

(eerie tinkling music)

Thalia?

(moving to ominous music)

Is that Melissa's dress?

(dramatic music)

(delicate piano music)

(loud pounding)

(Gina grunting)

(ominous music)

(shovel slicing)

(Gina screaming)

(Gina groaning)

(Gina screaming)

(Gina crying)

- Please.

(crying)

- Please.

(crying)

(ominous drumming music)

(Gina screaming)

(Gina panting)

(ominous music)

(Gina screaming)

(shovel thudding)

(Gina grunting)

(ominous music)

(Gina crying)

- What time is it?

It's 11.

Sh*t, the gardener!

(light knocking)

- Gina?

(light knocking)

Gina?

- Miss Perkins.

- I'm not gonna lie,

that f***ing woman,

she's f***ing creeping me out.

- Let's go.

(ominous music)

Where the f*** is everyone?

No no no.

No no oh my god, Gina!

Gina no!

We have to get out of here!

- Wait, wait, where's Thalia?

We need to call the cops!

- We're not calling the cops!

Come on!

- No!

No, what you gonna f***ing run?

F***ing yeah, f***ing run

away just like you did

when mom and dad died!

- Now you wanna do this?

- Yes now!

Actually I think now's a

pretty good f***ing time!

- [Melissa] You know what?

(horn honking)

F*** let's go.

F***.

- Holy F***.

Thalia!

Thalia, shh!

Are you okay?

- Oh my god.

- Are you okay?

Thalia speak to me!

- Oh my god.

- Thalia speak to me!

Thalia, f***!

Thalia, who the f***

did this to you?

Shhh.

I got you.

Got you.

(Thalia groaning)

(Lisa mumbles)

(stitches ripping)

(Thalia groans)

You okay?

You okay?

Sh*t.

- Behind you.

- Oh my god Lisa behind you!

(shovel thudding)

(Lisa screams)

(ominous drumming music)

(rake thudding)

(Lisa screaming)

(Melissa screaming)

- Oh, doing to you!

(Lisa screaming)

(Melissa screaming)

(rake thudding)

(rake rattling)

Holy f***.

No!

No!

(Melissa screaming)

No!

(ominous electronic music)

(dark music)

(moving to somber

emotional music)

- [Voice Mail] You have

one unheard message.

- [Brandon] They told

me you didn't come.

When they said you didn't

turn up I didn't believe them.

What is it I've done?

I wasn't even going to call but

I just wanted to know

that you're okay.

If you don't want to get

married or it's too fast

or it's too soon then,

that's fine.

I just want you to be happy.

(voice mail box beeping)

- I love you.

(ominous music)

Miss Perkins.

Miss Perkins.

Miss Perkins?

(metal clattering)

(eerie music)

(woman whimpering)

(switch clicking)

(woman crying)

- We're one and

the same you and I.

'Cause I have secrets too.

Not my secrets, his secrets.

He knows you're here now dear.

He knows.

(ominous drumming music)

He knows that you've

all been in his house.

Whore, whore.

I told you all not

to be seen, didn't I?

I told you.

- My, is that my dress?

- Oh God, he's coming.

He's coming.

He's coming.

Oh my God.

(crying)

You should go now Melissa.

You should go!

(grunting)

(bones crackling)

He's here.

He's here.

- What, who's?

(neck cracking)

- Connor.

You're in my house!

(dramatic music)

(Melissa shouting)

You.

(Melissa grunting)

(Connor growling)

She warned you to leave.

She told you if I got

my f***ing hands on you!

- F*** you!

F*** you!

(ominous drumming music)

(ominous pounding)

(dramatic music)

(Melissa gasps)

F*** you!

Lisa, Lisa, Lisa.

Lisa, Lisa, Lisa!

Lisa wake up.

Lisa wake up.

Come here.

(Lisa groaning)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Wake up, wake up, wake up Lisa.

Lisa wake up!

Lisa wake up.

Lisa wake up.

Come on, we have to go!

- You ran.

- I know I'm really sorry.

I f***ed up, I really f***ed

up but we have to go on!

- [Lisa] It's not

the first time.

- I know come on!

I know I know, come on.

(Lisa cries)

(emotional piano music)

I'm sorry, come on.

(Lisa moaning)

You're gonna be okay.

I know.

- [Lisa] Where is she?

- I really don't know.

The keys still in the car?

- [Lisa] I think so, yeah.

- Sh*t!

(Lisa grunts)

- What, what?

- [Melissa] Sh*t, sh*t.

You're gonna have

to trust me okay?

- [Lisa] What?

No!

We have to go.

- [Melissa] We're

gonna hide you!

- [Lisa] Go, please go!

(Lisa mumbles)

- [Melissa] Shh shh shh.

You gonna trust me?

See how they run

Three blind mice

Three blind mice

See how they run

See, how they run

They all ran after

the farmer's wife

Who cut off their tails

with a carving knife

Did you ever see such

a thing in your life

As three blind mice

(Miss Perkins humming)

(Melissa screams)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic drumming music)

- Ah no!

(killer grunts)

(bodies thudding)

(eerie drumming music)

(moving to ominous

rhythmic music)

(killer pounding)

- F***.

No no no no.

F***.

(ominous music)

- [Connor] I can smell you.

(Melissa crying)

(ominous music)

I see you.

- Oh no.

No, no, no, no.

(woman screaming)

F***.

(eerie music)

(woman screaming)

- I saw you, whore.

(eerie tinkling music)

(pigeons cooing)

Do you really think your

husband will be faithful?

Faithful to some whore?

Do you think your

marriage will last?

(ominous music)

- I do.

(rifle clicking)

(Miss Perkins laughing)

(Miss Perkins screaming)

(ominous drumming music)

(rifle thudding)

- [Melissa] No.

(women grunting)

- I had to do it.

I have to keep his secrets.

Whore!

(screaming)

(clippers slicing)

(Melissa panting)

Hey

Have you forgotten me

A fool who tries this

Why would you hide this

Who decides this for me

Who decides this a fool

Side by side

I'm still here

I know we're close

I know we're close

I know I'll see you

More each day

I see you more

I see you go away fear

It's far too late for you

It's far too late for sudden

An image stubborn to move

I see this in you

- I need this dry cleaned now.

- Don't ask.

(rock music)

So, it's a Muppet

These sheets

aren't mine to learn

Not for a friend

At least with a foe

You don't have to know

And, inside the thorn

Lays a far more distraught

Truth that could

never be bought or sold

As long as it's old

I told you to stay committed

For fun and games

As today's strange ways

And my name

Rests in your brains

The softened space remains

My game

Our name

No change here

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