Wrong Turn 5: Bloodlines Page #3

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I don't wanna be in here with this guy.

Can you please put me in the other cell?

You're all dead.

You hear me, kid?

F*** you, old man.

You can go home, Mose.

MOSE:
Where are your deputies?

Covering the festival.

Maybe I should stick around?

What for?

You got nobody with you, just in case.

It's fine, Mose. He's just a crazy old man.

Just in case.

If you don't mind, that is.

Okay, but make yourself useful.

Go through the drawers

for the flashlights.

Light ain't gonna save you.

If you don't shut up, I'm gonna charge you

with threatening an officer.

Hey, charge away, officer.

Sh*t.

(CHUCKLING)

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

GIRL 1:
Oh, my God.

(GIRLS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

GIRL 2:
Here.

GIRL 1:
Oh, my God.

(ROCK MUSIC

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

Hi, officer.

I think I took a wrong turn.

Can you tell me how to get backstage?

Another wrong turn, huh?

I can show you,

but you need a pass to get in.

I will do anything to get a pass.

Oh, there's no use talking to you

Dead end, true

This is what I'm thinking

Oh, she'll remind you

Only take a second

Till you see I'm just a fake

I'm just a...

ANGELA:

Sh*t.

Deputy Biggs, come in.

(OVER RADIO)

Junior, it's Angela, come in.

(MOANING)

(CHUCKLES)

Mike, Kevin, you guys out there?

This is what I'm thinking

Oh, she'll remind you

(PANTING AND MOANING)

(LAUGHS)

Looks like you're all alone,

you dumb b*tch.

JULIAN:
Four tickets at 90 bucks a pop,

that's 260 bucks.

Mm, great.

So we sit around in the dark all night.

So much fun. So much fun.

It's great.

You know what? I'm gonna go

and take Billy some food.

LITA:
You think all the power's out

in the jail as well?

Oh, looks like

the whole town's out.

JULIAN:
Yeah. No, of course not. The whole

town's out. The whole town's out.

At the concert, having a good time

like we should be.

Here, take this with you.

Oh, thanks.

See you later.

LITA:
See you, babe.

GUS:
See you.

JULIAN:
Bye.

(DOGS BARKING)

Hello?

(CACKLING)

(SCREAMING)

(PAPER RIPPING)

Um, guys?

Guys.

Yeah?

I'm gonna go see Billy.

GUS:
Cool.

I'm giving you guys some privacy.

Aah!

Unn!

(GROANING)

(CACKLING)

Happy Halloween, a**hole.

JULIAN:

Son of a b*tch!

(THREE FINGER GRUNTING)

(GAGGING)

Ahh...

MOSE:

There you go.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd hang out

with Billy and Cruz.

Cruz isn't here.

What? That's weird.

She left with food about 20 minutes ago.

Well, where is she?

I thought she came here.

Maybe she changed her mind.

Visiting hours are over.

Come in the morning.

Oh, come on. Can't I just hang out here

for a little while?

(LAUGHING)

Yeah, why don't you let him stay?

One more dead body to add to the pile.

What the f***?

This old bastard has been promising

to kill everybody.

He says his boys are coming

to break him out.

BILLY:

And it's just you and the drunk.

Watch your mouth, kid. I'm sober now.

It's probably best if you go.

Wouldn't you want another hand

in case this guy's telling the truth?

You can stay until your friend gets here.

Then you can walk back to the hotel.

What happened to you?

F***ing kids hit me with a paint balloon.

That's why you should walk back

with the girl.

All right.

Hey, man.

So you talked to my dad?

Yeah, I know, he's really, really, really

extremely, monumentally pissed.

Well, I guess I expected that.

Yeah, he'll be here in the morning

to post bail.

Did she say

what she's charging you with?

She didn't say,

but there was enough stuff for a felony.

Man, I'm f***ed, aren't I?

(LAUGHING)

(BILLY SIGHS)

Yeah, he's creepy as f***.

(LITA MOANING)

Where are you going?

Lita...

What?

I've been thinking.

Okay.

We both graduate in May.

And I was thinking

we could move in together.

Gus, come on,

you know I'm moving to New York.

I've got my job lined up.

But accounting is so boring.

(CHUCKLES)

Don't go.

Babe, we've talked about this

a thousand times.

I'm going.

Then I'll go with you.

(SIGHS)

Look...

...Gus, I like you.

I might even love you.

But...

I don't know, I just...

I need to spend some time on my own.

You understand that?

Lita, I love you.

And I don't wanna lose you.

Marry me.

What?

Oh, my God.

You're proposing to me

in some flea bag motel...

...in the middle of West Virginia?

Gus, come on.

It's the thought that counts.

Yeah.

Babe...

...come on.

(SIGHS)

Get dressed before Julian comes back.

I'm gonna take a shower.

I'm sorry.

(SIGHS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

All right. I heard you. Keep your shirt on.

Who the f*** are you?

You got the wrong hotel room, pal.

Move along.

(GRUNTS)

Are you so f***ing drunk

you don't speak English?

I said, move along, you dumb sh*t.

Gus, who was that?

Some drunk guy from the festival.

Couldn't find his room.

Oh.

Cool costume though.

Ow. F***. Stupid thing.

Stupid shower doesn't work.

It's freezing.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Goddamn, you son of a b*tch.

Look, I already told your drunk

little buddy you got the wrong room.

What is it with you people?

What, are you f***ing retarded?

(ALL GRUNTING)

(GUS GROANS)

Gus?

Gus, what was that?

So where the hell is Cruz? It can't

have taken her this long to get here.

I don't know. You want me to look for her?

MAYNARD:
She's probably dead.

My boys already got to her on the street.

Shut the f*** up, old man.

You can say what you like, college boy...

...but your reckoning is on its way.

Hey, can you just shut

this old bastard up?

I can't stand listening to him any more.

Well, I can't gag him

if that's what you're saying.

Give me five minutes with him

and he'll be quiet for the night.

You've got yourself in enough trouble,

young man. Just ignore him.

(CLATTERING)

LITA:

Gus?

Gus?

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(GRUNTING)

(SNIFFS)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS THEN SOBBING)

LITA:

No.

Please.

No.

(GROANING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

That's probably her now.

Hey, sweetheart.

How's it going?

ANGELA:

It's been an interesting night.

JASON:
Yeah. I saw the power outage

and I thought I'd bring you some candles.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, honey.

Mose, can you light some of these for me?

MOSE:
Sure.

JASON:

So, what's going on?

I've got a fugitive who's being picked up

by the marshals...

...and a kid on drug charges.

And I bet your night is just starting.

Heh. Yeah, probably is.

JASON:
You hungry?

ANGELA:
Starving.

JASON:
Why don't call your deputies

and come home for a sandwich?

I can't reach them

and besides, I should really stay here.

Those guys aren't going anywhere.

Take some time for yourself, you know?

Even the sheriff is entitled

to a lunch break.

ANGELA:
Jason.

JASON:
All right.

I'll go fix some sandwiches

and I'll be back in a bit.

Last supper.

What's his problem?

Who is that guy?

Don't ask.

Okay. See you soon.

ANGELA:

See you later.

(DOOR CLOSES)

GUS:

Help!

Somebody help!

Please! Help! Help me!

(ENGINE REVVING)

Stop! Please stop!

(SCREAMING)

Somebody help!

Somebody!

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