Vacancy Page #4

It's not your fault, okay?

None of it was.

It was an accident.

Please. You have to stop

blaming yourself, all right?

No one else does.

It's okay. It's okay.

Listen.

We just have to make it out of this.

All right?

Everything starts over

once we make it out of this.

All right?

Promise.

- It's the 911.

- Hold on. Hold on.

It could be one of them,

like the truck driver.

When you called 911,

you didn't tell them where we were.

Why would they be here now?

Well, maybe they traced the call.

Gosh. You sure it came from here?

It's just me tonight.

- And you run the place?

- Oh, yeah.

Then I won't disturb anybody

if I take a look around?

No.

No, no.

Haven't had a guest here

in three nights.

Slow season, huh?

Yeah, well, all four of them.

That happen tonight?

These goddamn kids.

Come around and vandalize stuff.

I just haven't gotten around

to cleaning that up.

- Been too busy with all the guests.

- That's right.

I probably should

look in these rooms.

Wrong keys.

Let me head back to the office.

I'll be right back.

- They're looking for us.

- Maybe he's here to help us.

No. He isn't. He wouldn't just

let him walk around like that.

Hello?

When I called 911...

...it was the guy from the office

that answered the phone.

He looks scared.

I think he has one of the tapes.

He's gonna leave, David.

He's leaving.

Help us!

No, wait, wait, wait.

Get in the car.

- Go.

- How many are there?

Three, I think. Come on, let's go.

What's the matter?

They're trying to make sure

we can't leave.

Well, I'm not gonna give them

a choice. Stay here.

Sh*t.

Get out.

Had to drag him into this,

didn't you?

You might as well have stuck

that knife into his back yourself.

Oh, my God, they killed him.

David, they killed him.

David, we're not gonna

fit through there.

Okay, they're going

around the other side.

If I can get in the office,

they keep some guns there.

- Okay, this is gonna work.

- What?

We'll leave them a trail.

Watch out.

Come on.

They'll think you made it out.

They won't look up here.

Come on, get up here.

Give me your foot.

Just get up there. You got it?

Okay. Go right over there.

Okay. Stay still.

What about you?

Go to the office

and get that guy's gun.

No, don't leave me here. Please.

I have to. It's only for a second.

All right? I swear to you.

Please, I don't wanna do this.

No. We have to.

This is our only shot.

You just gotta be really quiet.

You don't make a sound.

Whatever happens...

...just don't make a sound. All right?

We're gonna make it out of this.

Promise?

I promise. Now shut that.

Amy...

...I love you.

Oh, my God...

Come on, come on. Come on.

All right, get her out here.

Let's do this thing.

Go find her.

What the f***?

God! God!

God. F***ing... God. F***ing b*tch.

F***ing, f***ing b*tch.

F***!

You f***ing...

Be still now. Be still.

B*tch.

F***!

You f***ing b*tch. Come on.

Get up there. Get up there, I said.

Get your head up. Think you

were gonna walk out of here, huh?

F***ing b*tch. Put your head up.

Look. Should've killed you last night.

That's what I should've done.

I could've killed you last night.

I should've killed you last night.

Now shut the f*** up

and get your face up.

Get your face up. Hey. Hey. Hey.

You think you can f*** with this?

You think you can f*** with me?

Hey. Look at me. Look in my eyes.

Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Hey, look at me!

F*** you!

F***ing b*tch.

David.

Can you hear me?

I'm gonna get help.

Please, we need your help.

My husband, he's...

- What's your name and location?

- Amy Fox, at the Pinewood Motel.

I don't know the address,

but, please, you have to hurry.

An officer already responded

to that location.

And they killed him.

Please, you can't let my husband die.

Okay, someone's on their way.

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