Vacancy 2: The First Cut Page #4

Jesus would let these two in here.

But he knows if they slit his throat,

he'd be back.

- Otis, that is blasphemy.

- And this here is crazy.

Oh, I don't know what you're

worried about. You're trifling.

Honey, why don't you come in the back

and have some coffee?

- No, it's okay.

- Nonsense. Come on.

Let's go, son. Come on.

How much longer do you think?

Don't know. We're a long ways out.

Time enough to tell me

what brought you two our way.

- We told you, the guys from the motel...

- I was asking her.

We were on our way to Beulah,

that's where I'm from.

Lot of good people in Beulah.

What's your family's name?

- Pruitt.

- Not Jack and Sarah Pruitt?

Sounds like the sheriff.

- What if it's not?

- Oh, I'm sure it is. Otis, go get him.

There's nothing to worry about, honey.

Not anymore.

Christ, what's taking them

so long, huh?

They're probably talking about

what happened, that's all. Otis.

Bring them back here, Otis.

There's been a change.

Gordon'll take them.

- No!

- That's f***ing them!

- The guys we were telling you about!

- I appreciate you calling me, Otis.

These are the two who robbed us.

What? No, he's lying!

They're the ones that killed Caleb!

Hold on, now. Who's he?

- Christ, can we just do this?

- He just... He works for me, Doris.

Is that right? Why don't you tell me

what it is you say they stole?

What's it matter?

Gordon said they robbed him.

I take his word over strangers.

That fella there,

he's a stranger to me.

Call the sheriff. Call him, Otis.

Gordon.

You know what?

You guys held him for us.

That's more than enough. We'll take...

- We don't have time for this sh*t.

- Now, Otis.

No! Sh*t! No!

- What the hell are you doing?!

- Cleaning up my mess.

No!

Otis trusts me.

She would've called the sheriff.

- Let's run.

- Where do you think you're going?

He shot twice.

He doesn't have any shells.

Go! Go! Get them!

No!

No! No!

No!

No!

No! No!

Do it. Sh*t.

We need to find a phone.

Look for a phone, Jessica.

There's no phone!

There's a car, there's a car!

Go, go, go!

Jessica, come on!

Come on. Come on.

It's right over here. Come on.

No, no. Sh*t! F***!

Tanner, look out! No!

- I got them!

- No!

- I got them!

- Get off me!

Start filming.

Please!

They'll find those bodies...

...so let's make sure

they don't find anything of ours.

Go on. Go on. Make it look like

a f***ed-up burglary. Go on!

Here. Give me that.

Move.

Move!

Go!

This moviemaking sh*t

is a lot harder than it looks.

Please.

I can't breathe.

What happened?

He murdered them both.

What are we gonna do, Gordon?

Go!

- Haul his ass to the truck.

- No.

I'll take care of her. Come on.

No, no, no!

No!

No! No!

- No!

- Well, time to go back to work.

Are you sitting this one out too?

You've done the rest on your own.

Might as well make it a clean sweep.

Well, it makes me wonder

what I need you two for.

Let's have some fun.

I don't like this anymore, Gordon.

What are we gonna do?

No!

No!

No!

We'll just let it play out.

I mean, he's the only one

who's killed anyone tonight.

We'll wait till the time's right

and we'll pin the whole thing on him.

- What are you two talking about?

- Nothing.

Not that either of you

have got the balls to use it.

If you start getting a brave feeling...

...I'd be real careful.

You enjoy your nap?

Why, you looked like

a little angel sleeping there.

I'm gonna try something

a little different this time.

Unless you can

convince me different.

Wait, wait, wait.

You remind me of a girl

I picked up in Tulsa.

Or Little Rock. I can't remember.

Wish I got to know her better.

She had the damnedest scream.

Almost made my ears bleed.

I wonder what you sound like.

Get over there!

You b*tch!

- Sh*t!

- Get in here, you f***ing b*tch!

F***!

F***!

F***. F***.

Get her! Get the f***ing gun!

- Maybe we should...

- Go get her!

Where is she?

Find her.

Find her!

Caleb.

Caleb.

Caleb.

You have to be quiet.

Jessica.

Just keep looking up here, okay?

Tanner.

Tanner.

Sh*t.

Sh*t.

Reece!

Stupid a**hole.

Reece!

Hello, angel.

No!

No!

No! No!

Sh*t!

Back off! No!

No! No!

Sh*t!

Please. Stop.

Please stop!

Sheriff, somebody tore the sh*t

out of this place.

- Well, she said there were cameras.

- They're not here anymore.

Yeah, no bodies either.

You get ahold of the owner?

Yeah. Lives in Florida.

Says Gordon Jenks

runs the business for him.

I know Gordon.

Seems decent enough.

Not if you buy the girl's story. Do you?

All I'm buying

is some folks are dead.

Sure would make it easier if we could

find out what happened to her friends.

So how many do you want?

As many as you can make me.

I'll start burning some copies.

How long before

you can have a new one?

A few weeks.

Just as soon

as I get the place fixed up...

...put the cameras in...

...we'll be open for business.

All right.

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