Wolves at the Door Page #3

Jay.

Jay! Jay!

(SHARON GASPS)

(SHAKILY) Oh, my God.

(SOBS) Oh, my God. No!

No! No! Jay!

(SOBBING)

Jay!

(SHUDDERS)

(GASPS) No!

No!

No! No!

- (RATTLING)

- (DOORBELL RINGS)

- (MOANING)

- (SCREAMING)

- No! No!

- It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

- Run!

- No!

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

ABIGAIL:
Sharon, get inside!

(SHARON GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

No!

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(SPRINKLER CLICKING)

No.

(SOBBING) No, please! Don't!

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS) No!

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(SHARON PANTING)

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

(PANTING)

(GASPS) No!

(PANTING)

No!

(SOBING)

(ABIGAIL GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Sharon!

Sharon! No!

(PANTING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(SOBBING) Why? Why?

No, please.

Why?

Don't do this to us!

(SCREAMS)

Oh, my God.

- (SHAKILY) Sharon!

- Wojciech!

Wojciech! Sh*t.

- (SOBBING)

- (MUMBLES)

Where's Abby? Where is she?

I don't know.

I don't know, Wojciech.

(RATTLING)

(SOFTLY) Please, talk to me.

I don't know.

(SOBBING) I don't...

- Please, don't.

- (SHUSHING)

Please.

They're gonna kill us.

No!

- No! Please.

- (SHUSHING)

Don't... Don't kill my baby!

Please.

(YELLS) No!

(CREAKING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

SHARON:
(SOBBING) Please, don't!

My baby! Please! Please!

Please, don't!

Please, don't do this!

Please!

No!

Please, don't!

No! Please, stop!

No. No.

Please, stop.

No. Please, don't do this.

(SOBBING)

Please, don't do this! Please.

- (CRYING) Please don't...

- (DOOR CLOSES)

SHARON:
Please don't hurt...

(PANTING)

(CREAKING)

- (WOJCIECH SCREAMS)

- (GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTS) Abby!

Go!

Go! Come on!

(PANTING)

Abby! Get help!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

WOJCIECH:
No!

(RATTLING)

(WOJCIECH SCREAMS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MATCH LIGHTS)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

ABIGAIL:
William!

White Bird playing on headphones

Hey!

ABIGAIL:

William! Hey! William!

(SIGHS)

(INAUDIBLE)

Hey, hey.

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES

OVER HEADPHONES)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

- SHARON:
No!

- (SHAKILY) Abby, Abby, Abby!

I'm so glad you're okay.

Oh, my God.

(GROANS)

(SOBBING)

Don't, don't, don't,

don't, don't, don't!

Abby!

They're gonna kill us.

(SOBBING)

They're gonna kill my baby.

No.

(SNIFFLES)

Hope, Sharon.

Don't lose hope.

- (DOOR BREAKS OPEN)

- (SHARON MUMBLES)

Let them go. Take me.

But let the girls go, man.

- (GRUNTS)

- (YELLS) No! No! No!

- (GROANS)

- (SOBBING)

Abby! Abby! No!

(GRUNTING)

Stop, stop, stop, man!

(SOBBING INCONSOLABLY)

(CHOKING)

(GROANING)

Ah! No! Ah!

(SOBBING) No, please, don't!

Please, don't!

(WAILING)

Don't! Don't!

- Abby, no!

- No! Sharon!

ABIGAIL:
Stop!

SHARON:
Don't kill my baby!

Please, no!

- Abby!

- No, Sharon!

- Sharon!

- No!

(SOBBING)

Hey, Abby.

You don't give up, okay?

Not right now.

You have to try.

You promised me

that you would.

We don't deserve this.

No one deserves this.

No, I know. I know.

Oh, f***.

We gotta do something.

I can't.

Come on, Abby.

Let's go back to that beach.

You and me.

Let's go back to Zuma.

I wanna keep having that

conversation we were having.

You told me that you couldn't

remember what we talked about.

But I remember.

I remember with all my heart.

About living in France, how you

loved working with those kids.

And Marlowe.

We bonded over Christopher Marlowe.

I didn't know what you were talking about.

- (CRYING)

- But it didn't matter.

(SNIFFLES) I knew it.

What do you say?

You and me. Let's go to Zuma.

What are you gonna do?

Not give up.

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

No!

(GRUNTING)

WOJCIECH:
Go! Run! Go, go! Go!

Wojciech, come on!

WOJCIECH:
Abby.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS) No!

- No!

- (SCREAMING)

Go! Go!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(ABIGAIL PANTING)

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

(SIGHS)

(YELLS) No! Wait! Stop!

No!

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

MAN:
(ON RADIO)

Up, down, and all around.

The most requested song of this hour...

(ENGINE REVS)

It's 10 minutes before 3:00.

70 degrees.

Please! Please, help me!

We'll be playing the songs you

wanna hear, all night long.

(ABIGAIL SOBBING)

(POP SONG PLAYING)

Please.

Please.

You don't have to do this.

(SHAKILY) You don't have to do this.

Please, don't do this.

I'm already dead.

Friday night in Los Angeles,

...a movie actress and four

of her friends were murdered.

And the circumstances were lurid.

REPORTER:
(ON TV) The crime scene

resembled a strange, religious ritual.

A maid discovered

the bodies in the morning,

...and went screaming

for neighbors.

A wandering band of members

of a so-called religious cult,

...with a leader they call Jesus,

...has had three

of its followers arrested.

WOMAN:
(ON TV)

Uh, we drove to the house...

...with instructions

to kill everyone in the house.

I felt absolutely nothing for

her as she begged for her life.

One of the people said,

"Who are you?"

And Tex said, "I'm the devil, and I'm

here to do the devil's business."

MANSON:
Believe me.

If I started murdering people,

...there'd be none of you left.

Because my children are coming.

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