Lovers Lane (1999) - full transcript
A man who committed a series of murders thirteen years ago begins to hunt down his victims' children.
[crickets chirping]
[romantic music]
[giggles]
[kissing]
[Dee-Dee]
Oh Jim, you're so rad.
[Jimmy]
Dee-Dee, you want to do it?
[Dee-Dee]
Here?
[Jimmy]
Yes, in the car.
[giggles]
[Dee-Dee]
I don't know...
[kissing]
[fake purring]
[laughter]
[car rolls in]
-Shit. Fuck.
-Hey, hey it's not the cops.
Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee,
it's not the cops.
-What do you think
they're doing?
-Somebody just like us.
[moaning]
-Oh, Jimmy...
-Oh, Dee-Dee...
-Oh, shit. Where is my bra?
Shit.
-It's nothing.
-Jimmy! What do you mean
it's nothing?
Stop it.
Just stop it, OK?
-Jesus, all right. -Fuck.
-I'm blue, you know that?
I'm blue and swollen.
-Oh my God. That is
so gross.
-Tell me about it!
[soft thumping]
-What was that?
-I don't know.
[window pane screeching]
[ominous music]
[window breaks]
-Oh God, what the
fuck is that? Oh my God!
Oh, shit.
Jimmy!
[loud thumping]
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Shit, fuck.
[screaming]
[Dee-Dee]
Jimmy, no!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!
Oh, my God.
[sobbing]
Help us!
Help us, please!
Help us, help us, please!
-Open, open!
[screaming]
[chatter]
[sad violin music]
[Mandy]
Look what I made for Mommy.
[Tom]
Aw, Valentine's Day card.
What does it say?
[Mandy]
Dear Mommy,
Happy Valentine's Day!
I love you.
Love, Mandy.
[Tom]
Aw, that's sweet.
She's going to like that.
[screeching tires]
You know, it's too bad all
these pretty lights have to mean
something bad happened.
-When are we going to go
pick up Mommy?
-Well I got to go do something
for a few minutes, punk.
And then we'll go get Mommy, OK?
[Mandy]
OK!
[Tom]
Until then, I'm just going to
take your nose...
[chuckle]
So I don't get lonely.
I'll be right back, all right?
[zipping]
[car door closes]
[indistinct chatting]
Hey Jack,
my wife is on the work.
-Hold it, Tom.
You don't want to go over there.
Wait for the sheriff.
-What are you talking about?
The sheriff is at a convention
in Vegas...
-No, Tom...
-The hell is going on here?
[unzipping]
-Oh my... oh, my God.
Harriett!
-Damn, that must have hurt!
[grunting]
-No...no, Tom!
-Get out of here!
-Tom...
Tom, no.
[Tom]
Oh, my God, Harriett.
[Jack]
You're trying to be funny
or you're just naturally stupid!
Get out of here!
It's the man's wife,
for Christ sake!
-Sorry.
-Oh, my God.
-Come on, Tom.
-Oh, my God.
-Come here, come on.
Get away from here.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
-Who's the man?
-I don't know.
She wanted to leave early today.
I said, OK.
[Tom]
It was Ward Lamson, wasn't it?
Oh, my God, Harriett.
[Jack]
Tom, if there's anything I can
do for you.
I can take care of little Mandy
or anything.
I'll help you, Tom, don't worry.
[an officer]
We have someone!
-We got somebody here.
[seatbelt unclipping]
[suspenseful music]
[Jack]
Oh, my God.
Ray!
-You know this guy?
[an officer]
Hey, hey,
let's get him out of here.
Get him out of here.
-He talked about Harriett.
Extreme nonparaphilic...
sexual attachment.
I tried to turn his affections
away from her.
I thought
the therapy was working.
Gosh, I'm sorry, Tom.
I'm really sorry.
-Bye-bye, Mommy.
[school bell rings]
[students chattering]
-So... what are you going to do?
-I don't know, man.
-Hey, sexy!
-Don't be a dick....
-Oh! Your mom is going to be
giving a lecture
in health class, today.
-No, shit!
-Yes!
[indistinct conversations]
-No, mom,
I don't need your help,
but thank you anyway.
Yes, I know he needs a man
around the house.
I do too. I just don't meet
a lot of qualified candidates.
Yes... oh, thank you.
Look, mom, I got to go.
No, no, no, it's fine,
I got to go.
OK. Bye.
[chatter]
Hi, sweetie!
-Hey.
[embarrassed scuff]
You're not going to talk to the
health class today, are you?
-Don't worry,
I won't embarrass you...
-Thanks.
-...too much.
[chuckle]
[Jannelle]
Anyway, thanks for the ride.
-Hm. Yes.
Uh. Lay off, daddy-oh!
All you guys do is suck face!
[Blake]
You're such a dweeb.
[fake purring]
[giggles]
-Hey, Mike.
-So, we're on?
-Tonight...
beers out, clothes off.
[laughter]
[cheers]
-Speaking of which, you clowns
owe me 20 a piece.
-Got you.
-No problem.
[indistinct chatting]
[rock music]
[indistinct]
[Bradley]
I'm broke.
Catch me later.
-Yo man,
I'll catch you at the pool.
-Bye, see you guys.
-Bye.
-So did you see
the decorations in the gym?
They're like nauseating.
We are so not going
to that dance.
-Ah it's cool, we'll just chill
with the friends.
-Oh yes, great. And hang out
with the usual group of idiots?
See you.
Bye, Bradley.
-Dude, I have got to break up
with this chick.
[scuffs]
[Jack]
Do you want to talk about it?
[chains jangeling]
This anger, this rage
that has consumed your life...
Let's talk about that night.
You went up there,
just like always,
to watch them, the young boys,
the young girls,
doing what you wanted to do,
what you dreamed of doing.
[chains clinking]
I can help you, Ray.
But you have to help me.
You have to make the effort.
I want you to tell me...
I want to hear you
say the words.
I want you to admit it.
[chains clattering]
You killed
those two young people.
You took that steal hook...
and you butchered them.
Tell me...
Tell me and you'll be free.
[Jack]
Tell me, Ray.
Tell me.
[sighs]
[steps out]
[whistle]
[water splashing]
[a guy]
Hey, what are you doing
in state this year?
-100-meter.
-How come you're not practicing?
-I was given the day-off
for the big meet.
[Jannelle]
Hey, I'm going
to go get a coke.
Do you want anything?
-No, thanks.
[a guy]
Hey man, what's up
with you and Chloe?
-I don't know. I mean,
she's been really weird lately.
You know,
like she's not herself.
[musique rock]
-Hey, Bradley.
-Hey. Sorry to hear
about the bad news.
-What bad news?
-About Michael...
dumping you.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-I'm Jannelle Bay.
-Mandy Anderson.
-Yes, I know.
[chuckling]
-You're new, right?
-Yes.
-Well, congratulations
on making the squad.
-Thanks.
-Hey... what do you know
about Michael Lamson?
-Nothing really. We've kind of
avoided each other.
-Oh...How come?
-It's a really long story.
-Who the fuck do you
think you are?
[whistle]
[indistinct yelling]
[water dripping]
-You're going to pay for this.
[door opening]
[dog softly growls]
[Jack]
Good, lie down.
We don't need
the law here.
[Penny]
There have been three acts of
violence in my school this year.
I'm setting an example.
-Well fine, make an example
of the first two kids...
not Chloe.
-Frankly, Jack, your daughter
needs some serious
anger management.
-Well...
Well, Tom, why don't you arrest
the Lamson boy?
After all, we don't know
if anyone's safe with him
running around loose.
He could be a sexual addict
just like his father.
-Excuse me...
[Sheriff Anderson]
Jack, look. Nobody
is going to get arrested here
unless somebody
starts something, all right?
We're here to talk about this
as three adults.
-You've always had this...
fixation on Penny...
haven't you, Tom?
Come on boy, come on.
[dog gently growls]
[Penny]
Your daughter
is suspended for a week.
[door slams]
It's quite a brother
you've got there.
-Half-brother.
Look, Penny...
-Uh... I have a lot of work
to do.
[a girl]
Yes, but you like this town?
-Yes, no, I like...I mean,
I've lived here all my life
So it's like I don't know
anything else.
-Yes, everyone seems
really nice.
-Yes.
Yes, it's a good town.
[together]
Hey...
-Hello, Mandy.
You're looking
more like your mother everyday.
[dog growls]
I've got to get back to work.
Come on.
-You do not want
that girl mad at you.
-Is she like
the queen of the school?
-No, she's on
the varsity psycho squad.
[Jannelle]
What do you mean?
[Mandy]
Well her dad, he's a schrink
at the asylum.
And her mom killed herself.
-God...
-Yes.
-So, you're not
going to tell me, huh?
-I don't know.
[sigh]
I don't think
it's anything, all right?
I just think it's something
I'm going to have
to figure out on my own.
-Okay, well, you want
to talk to somebody?
You want to talk
to a man?
-God!
Mom, are you kidding me?
-No, no, I just thought...
-Mom.
You're fine, all right?
You're great.
-Okay, you get in the house.
And remember,
you're grounded.
So that means
put your nose in the book,
and no TV, no...
no radio, no phone.
Got it?
-All right.
-I love you, honey.
-Love you too, mom.
-Hope you...
enjoy the book.
Doctor...
Jack...
Grefe.
[alarm buzzer]
[dramatic music]
Go, go!
Downstairs!
Check in his cell.
Come on!
Oh good God.
No!
Not Chloe.
[Penny]
I know that today
is Valentine's day.
And I know that you
all have romance in your hearts,
and love on your minds.
And I know that some of you
may be even having a party.
So what I want to say is this.
[laughs]
Be careful!
[bell ringing]
-I'd like you all to thank
principal Lamson.
And don't forget
the chapter on STDs.
[chatter]
-Sorry.
[sigh]
-He's out.
-We've got a party
happening, man.
And I've got
a fucking six-pack!
-Shh!
-Will you can it, bud?
You still need a date!
-Yeah, if you're going
to hang out with us.
-Hey, I can get a date!
[glass shattering]
Oh, shit!
-My office.
Watch your step.
[Tim - phone]
So get this.
It busts all over the stairs
and who's standing
right behind him?
Your mom.
[Michael]
Why?
So my mom
actually caught him?
[Tim - phone]
Yeah, he's probably
in her office right now
getting spanked,
the little dork.
-So he's still driving,
right?
[Tim - phone]
He better be.
I'm not walking up
to Lovers' lane.
-Who's his date?
[Tim - phone]
Who's yours?
-Oh look, man,
my mom's home.
No, I gotta bounce, dude.
[Tim - phone]
Hey, look, Mike...
-I don't wanna hear about her
right now.
Look, just meet me
at the Speedy Mart
at nine o'clock.
And don't leave me hanging,
all right?
[Tim - phone]
Whatever man, peace.
-Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
[announcer - radio]
Police have still failed
to apprehend
escaped murder
Ray Hennessy,
convicted 13 years ago
for the Valentine's day slaying
of a young couple
at a remote road
known as Lovers' lane.
Murdered during
an alleged affair,
one of those victims,
Harriet Anderson,
was the wife of current
Neston county sheriff,
Tom Anderson.
The other slain victim,
Ward Lamson,
is survived by his wife,
Penny Lamson,
who is now principal
at Quinly senior high school.
Both victims left behind...-Hey.
-What are you doing outside?
-Look, I just wanted
to say that...
-No, you get back
in the house right now.
-I'm sorry.
[swing music]
[pins clattering]
[beeping]
[muffled speaking]
-Cathy, I got
another gutter ball.
-Jannelle,
that's all you get.
Sorry.
-Oh, hey, Doug,
did you talk to Mike for me?
-Um, no, no.
I...
I haven't.
Hey, uh...
You know that...
that hook guy, right?
-Hook?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, yeah, that story.
-Cathy, you know that story
about the hook guy?
[Cathy]
Yeah, like in girl scouts?
-Yeah, yeah, that guy,
he gets blown up,
but he doesn't die.
But his face gets
all melted and nasty looking.
-Oh, just like you!
[Jannelle]
Yeah, so his hand
gets blown off,
and it's just like
this shredded stump.
-Stump, that's something
you'd know about, huh, Doug?
[Doug]
It really happened!
The hook's out, he went
over a wall today.
-No, no, no, the way
I heard it was
that he escaped
in a laundry check.
Like in dirty sheets
that he pulled over...
-He killed
Todd Hasting's father.
I saw Todd in the office,
his mom was crying,
I even saw an ambulance
on the way here!
-That's sick.
Doug, you're sick!
[Jannelle]
You know, I think
something like that
happened to Michael.
-Yeah, it happens
everywhere, Jannelle.
-Did I mention
he left a note?
-What'd it say?
-It said that he'd leave us
a good kegger or two.
-Oh shit.
-You are such a dick.
[Janelle]
No, you're a dweeb!
[Cathy]
Oh my God!
-Okay, okay!
All right, I was kidding
about the note,
but everything else
was true, I swear!
[Brad]
What are you doing?
-Taking off those glasses.
[Brad]
Well, cool it, would you,
we're going to get
in a shit load of trouble.
All right, just...
-He's not going
to do anything.
My uncle is the sheriff.
My dad is not going
to let him touch me.
So just relax.
-Oh, man!
Oh, la, la, la!
-Hey, how are you doing?
-Hey.
-What?
-God, I wish
I was her daddy.
[Tom]
Jack Grefe? Why?
[David]
Look at 'em,
she's just about
screwing him
right in front of us.
-Yeah, so what about
being Jack?
-So if I was Jack,
I'd get to spank her
when she got home.
[laugh]
-And I'd get to bust
your perverted ass.
[laugh]
Look, I need you to keep
an eye on Chloe for me,
all right?
-With pleasure.
-No, seriously.
This guy, we think
he's after Grefe,
and we don't want Chloe
to get caught in the crossfire,
all right?
-You've got it, chief.
-I'll see you.
[pop music]
Hey, pumpkin,
how you doing?
-Hi, daddy.
-Are you okay? You need
some money or something?
-No, I'm fine.
-All right.
Try and get home
before dark, all right?
I worry about you.
[sad music]
-Hey, look who jumped back?
-What's wrong with her?
-I can't believe
she has the nerve
to come here
all by herself.
-All right, dick, you've got
your date for tonight.
-I don't get why you guys
are so mean to her,
she's really nice.
[phone ringing]
[Penny]
Hello?
Oh, hi mom.
No, no, no, I'm fine,
I just...
Yeah.
No, I'm fine...
Mom, no, I don't think
he's going to get...
Mom, please.
Please, listen, I don't think
he's going to do that.
I think he's long gone
by now.
Yeah, okay, listen,
I've gotta go,
I'll call you later.
Okay.
[beeping]
-Oh, hey.
It's nice to see you again.
[imitating purring]
[panting]
Yeah...
Hey, cutie...
-Hi there.
-Holy shit!
-Oh, relax, Dougie,
your secret's safe with me.
-The hell do you want?
[Chloe]
I want to get even
with Michael for dumping me.
And I want
to have some fun.
-Well, uh...
-Brad and I are going up
to Lovers' lane.
Make sure that Michael
finds us there.
-Okay.
[Brad]
Yeah!
Yeah, it's what
I'm talking about.
All right.
Hey, Tim.
What's up?
-The fuck you doing, man?
-What, this? Her?
-It's Michael's girl.
-Not anymore.
-Whatever, man.
-Tim...
I don't need this.
[romantic music]
-Shit.
[sigh]
I have to ask you
a favour.
-Okay, what?
-You know, uh...
You're looking really,
really fine tonight.
I like the way, uh...
the colour of your sweatshirt
brings out your skin.
-It's green.
[sigh]
-Okay, I'm going
to tell you something,
but you've gotta promise
that it'll die with you, okay?
You've gotta promise that
no matter what you say,
you're not going
to tell anyone
that I even asked.
-Why don't you just
tell me what you want?
-I need a date, you know,
for tonight,
like, right now.
-What's your rush?
-Well see, it's that
I made this bet, and...
-Wait a second, Romeo!
What kind of a loser lineis that?
-No, it's the truth,
I swear.
I'm serious.
-No way.
-Okay, okay.
Let's be straight
with each other.
When was the last time
someone asked you out
on a date?
-None of your business.
-It's been six months for me.
-Okay.
-So we help each other out.
I win my bet,
your popularity
pegs up a little.
Our dry spells are over.
[knocking]
-Come in.
-Hey, good night, hun,
I'm going to turn in now.
-Good night.
-Michael, I'm sorry that I got
so short with you earlier,
but I did have
to suspend you.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I understand,
it's cool.
-Okay.
Good night.
-Uh, mom?
-Yeah?
Is there something going on
that I don't know about?
You know, because
if there is,
you can talk to me.
-Yeah, I...
Michael, there is something
that I should have told you
about your father
a long time ago.
-What about dad?
-He would have been
very proud of you.
-Really?
Thanks.
-Okay.
-I'll see you
in the morning, okay?
-Okay, good night.
[Chloe]
Hey, pull over, I've gotta
go do something.
-I'm telling you,
we don't need beer.
-I'm not here for the beer.
Meet me around back.
How's it going?
[dramatic music]
[radio chatter]
[dramatic music]
[door squeaking]
[suspenseful music]
-Chloe?
Chloe?
[heavy breathing]
[suspenseful music]
[screams]
[knocking]
-Hey, you know Michael, I was...
Oh! my god, Michael,
oh! my god.
[footsteps]
[voice on the police radio]
[car starting]
-Woo-hoo!
-Shit!
-Why do you drive like that?
-Guys?
What took you so long, shit.
-Oh! my god.
-What's going on, dude?
-Doug, what is she doing here?
Oh chill, this is my date.
No, you just go ahead, okay.
-No, no, no, no Michael,
please stay.
-Let's go, let's go, let's go.
-Scoot on it.
-Alright!
This is party time.
Woo-hoo!
[tires screeching]
-Look.
Mike's a friend of mine.
-And that's the whole point,
isn't it?
[heavy breathing]
-Did you hear something?
-Oh! come on, don't tell me
that you're scared.
-Shit no, I just ...
-Just relax, okay?
-Jesus, what are you doing?
-Self actualizing.
-I, I can't.
-Look, in case
you haven't noticed,
I happen to be the best
piece of ass in this town.
Now, how is it gonna sound
when I tell everyone
in school that
you're just another big
mouth with a limp dick?
[moans]
-We're leaving.
-No, you are gonna fuck me
right now or I'm gonna kill
your fagot ass.
[car stopping]
[papers ruffling]
-Hello?
-Hi, what are you doing here?
What time is it?
We haven't found him yet,
we've got roadblocks up...
-Wait, wait, wait a minute.
How did you know
he was missing?
-What do you mean, how did
I know, I'm the one
who came to...
-No, no, no, no,
Michael is missing.
-Michael is missing?
-Yes.
-How long?
-I don't know, I, we've looked
all over town for him.
-Lacey, put on an all call,
I wanna know if anybody's seen
Michael Lamson.
He's 5'11", he's 16 years old,
blond and blue and...
What was he wearing?
-I don't know.
-Let me know.,
[voice on the radio]
-Will do Chief.
-This must have been hard
for you to come here.
-No, where else could I go,
you're the Sheriff.
-Oh! Penny.
I wish we could get past
this issue, it's so old but...
Don't you know that night
was just, it was...
It was fate, it was bad luck
that Harriet and Ward
were in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Ward was cheating on you.
-No, Ward was not
cheating on me.
-Yes, he was and Harriet
was cheating on me.
-You just accept that?
-Yes, I accept that.
I have to because they found...
They found evidence.
Come on, please,
can't we get past this?
-This time, it will be our kids.
-Jesus H. Christ, what, what,
you think this guy in on
a vendetta?
Is that what you think?
That's just plain crazy.
-Where's Mandy?
-Mandy's at home, why?
-Call her.
-Why?
-Just call her.
-Alright.
[dialing]
[ringing]
-Uh uhm.
-Guys, I don't think
we should be here.
-What, are you fucking
kidding me, man?
Nothing makes women hotter
than a little danger.
-Oh! yes, that's what
I'm talking about.
-Doug, isn't that Brad's car?
-I don't know, uh,
maybe it is.
-Hey fuck you man, you know
what Brad's car looks like
and that's it.
-Alright, I guess so.
-Fuckin' prick.
-Yo, let's roust his ass.
[together]
-Yeah!
-Let's get him, woo!
-Where is he?
[doors slamming]
-Come, let's go.
-Uhm?
Michael?
You still like her,
don't you?
-Who, Chloe?
-Yeah.
-Right.
-Well, I mean, she's a complete
bitch, but it's still sweet
you care.
-Oh! my god, it's so obvious.
Like, the only reason why
you're not out there with Tim,
is 'cause you still
want to get in her pants.
-Cath...
-This is so pathetic.
Oh!, the lesbo librarian
speaks.
-Shut up Cathy.
-Whatever.
-This is so stupid.
-Shit!
-Come on, just a few more steps.
-My god!
-Jesus Christ, you guys.
-Shit!
-Timmy, Timmy?
Something's fuckin' wrong here,
it's getting all fucked up.
-Timmy?
-He's out there.
-No!
-Who's out?
-He's out there, I don't know.
He's out there, you guys,
I don't know what's going on.
-Tim oh! my god,
oh! my god, oh! my god.
-I'm dying.
There was just one kid.
[laughs]
-You're such an asshole.
-Come on, we're gonna roust.
-Oh!, I, I hate you.
-Tim?
You are a sickening asshole.
-So, this is what you guys do
for a nookie?
[car radio]
-It's the police!
-Fuck, he's not even here.
[door slamming]
-Hey Brad?
-So, ah...
What's up with you and Doug?
-It's strctly desperation.
-No, he's a cool guy.
-At least he's asked me.
-Hello?
Hey!
Oh shit, Doug,
check out the makeup, man!
-Oh, come on, you fucks!
Get up, we had a party
going on over here.
Come on, you guys!
-All right,
quit fucking around, Brad.
[nervous laughter]
-Come on.
[screaming]
-Oh shit!
Come on,
get in the fucking...
Let's go!
Come on, we've got
to get in the car!
Gotta get to the car!
-Very funny, guys!
-Get in the car!
You guys get
in the fucking car,
I'm not joking!
We've gotta get the fuck
out of here, man!
[engine choking]
I don't know
what's going on!
[splatter and screaming]
[confused screaming]
-We've got to go back
to get Tim!
-Why Tim?
Shut the fuck up!
[screaming]
[Doug]
What the fuck
are you doing?
You guys, slow down!
[screaming]
[glass shattering]
[honking]
-Excuse me.
We're looking
for Michael Lamson
and Mandy Anderson.
-Michael's what,
he's 5'11, he's got blonde hair,
good-looking guy.
-Mandy's about 5'3,
dark curly hair,
sometimes wears glasses.
Nothing?
-Oh, fuck!
[grunting]
Is everyone okay?
Doug, are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fucking okay.
I don't know, dude,
I'm okay, but...
God damn it,
I can't move my leg!
Come here,
somebody help me.
-Doug, Doug,
are you okay, man?
-God damn it, no,
look at my leg!
-Come on, we've gotta go,
dude, we've gotta go!
-I can't move it,
I'm in pain, motherfucker!
[Michael]
We'll be fucking dead
if we don't leave, come on!
Jannelle, listen to me.
Take him, all right?
We'll catch up with you.
Help him get out of here,
okay?
You take him to the farm,
okay?
[Tom]
Where's Tim?
-He's dead,
he's fucking dead!
Damn it, let's go!
-I wanna be with Tim,
I wanna be with Tim!
-Cathy, come on,come on!
-Leave me alone.
-Cathy, go, go!
Michael, come on!
-I need to get the flashlight!
-Michael, leave it!
-It's the only fucking thing
we've got!
-Michael!
[screaming]
-Oh fuck!
Oh fuck!
Fuck, come on!
Go!
[pins clattering]
-What do you mean?
You mean I embarrass you?
-Nothing.
-Over there.
-Listen, it's my business
if I want a beer or two...
-Or six.
Shut up, please.
Please just, shh.
Shut up, please!
-Hey Arnold,
how are you doing?
-Nice night, sheriff.
-We're looking for Michael
and Mandy, have you seen them?
-No.
[Tom]
What do you suppose I'd find
if I gave you a blood test
right now, Arnold?
-Nothing, of course.
-Yeah, right!
-Shut up, I'm not
talking to you.
Where are they?
-How would I know?
-I'm going to give you
one last chance to answer me,
right now!
-I saw them earlier with Tim,
they were in party mode.
-Where were they headed?
-Try Lovers' lane,
if you can find it.
-Look, just call Tim
on his cellphone.
-But you might wanna wait,
because I think Michael
is getting laid right now!
-Hey!
[punch]
-Come on, come on!
[laughing]
-Ow!
-I need you to call
the Walton house for me.
I need Tim's
cellphone number.
If he's not there,
call the phone company
for me, all right?
[an officer - radio]
Copy, sheriff.
Did you check out
the disturbance
at the bowling alley?
-Yeah, I...
I know about it.
Out.
[panting]
[Michael]
Come on, come on!
-Why are
the doctor's dogs barking?
-I don't know.
-This is not good.
-You check the window lock,
okay?
Great, phone's dead.
Hey, look what I found.
-Oh, good.
-I know, but it's only got
two shells.
[suspensful music]
[screaming]
[gunshot]
Jannelle!
Doug?
-His leg is broken,
he can't take another step.
-Doug, drink this.
-The whole thing?
-It'S just like any other
Friday night.
-Wat the hell
are you guys doing?
-We're trying to get us
out of here.
-I'll drink to that.
-Will these work?
-Yeah, but take the heads off.
-I got some towels.
-Okay, I need you
to rip them to strips, okay?
[coughing]
[Doug]
God damn it!
-God, what are you like,
a girl scout or something?
-Look, really gross part,okay?
Michael, I need you
to hold him under the arms.
[Doug]
Fuck, it hurts.
-Jannelle, I need you
to distract him.
-Distract him from what?
-Well, we need
to set the bone.
-Oh God.
[Mandy]
just keep his mind
occupied, okay?
[Jannelle]
How?
-I don't know,
just think of something!
-Everything is going
to be chill, bro.
-What's going on?
[Michael]
We're just going
to set your leg, okay?
-So like, Doug,
who's your favourite teacher?
-What?
-Just have another drink,
Doug.
-I mean,
I hardly know you!
-God damn it,
don't touch me!
-Doug, don't look at them,
look at me!
-Don't touch
my fucking leg!
-Chill, chill!
-Michael, hold him!
-Doug!
-Holy shit!
[screaming]
Damn!
-He passed out.
-What can I say?
Your body's a real knockout.
[Tom]
Lacy, you there?
[Lacy - radio]
Go ahead, sheriff.
[Tom]
Did you get
that number for me yet?
[Lacy - radio]
No answer at Tim's house,
but I got the phone company
looking for
his cellphone number.
[Tom]
What about the road blocks,
any word?
[Lacy - radio]
No.
You know, I haven't been able
to get a hold of car 54.
[Tom]
Well, I'm at Grefe's house now,
so tell him to call me
when he checks in, all right?
[Lacy - radio]
10-4 sheriff, will do.
[doorbell ringing]
[doorbell ringing]
-Okay Jannelle,
try to wake him up,
and Michael and I are
going to go to the barn
to see if there's a car.
-No, no, no,
please don't leave me.
-Jannelle, it's okay,
if he's here,
he's gonna see us
go to the barn.
He's not gonna come in here
after you.
-How do you know?
-Because he's after
Michael and me.
-What?
Whoa, wait a second.
What are you trying
to say here, huh?
-You don't think it was
just some coincidence
that he was up here tonight,
do you?
-You're fucking crazy,
you know that?
What about Tim
and Cathy, huh?
-They were just
in the way, Michael!
Don't you see?
This is just like
how it was before
with my mom
and your dad!
-My dad died
of a heart attack.
-Your dad was murdered
at Lovers' lane
by that bastard out there.
[Michael]
Fuck you.
[crying]
Fuck you, okay?
Fuck you!
-Who told you
about your dad?
Your mom, right?
-What are you doing, Mandy?
-Yeah, what the fuck
are you doing, Mandy?
-Look, I saw it, okay,
I was four years old!
And they took my mom away
in a body bag,
and then they came
for your dad!
-So what are you
trying to say, huh?
That your mom and my dad
were a thing, huh?
-Michael,
you really don't know?
Yes, they were a thing,
they were a hot item
in high school.
My dad's convinced
they were having an affair,
but I know
that's a lie.
-How would you know?
You were only four years old!
-You think your dad was
a good guy, right?
-Yes, I know he was.
-How would you know, Michael?
You were only four.
-So what is this, huh?
Is this like history
repeating itself?
-Yeah.
-Why?
-I don't know, Michael.
Obsession?
The guy is crazy,
ask my uncle.
All I know is that
if we don't find a car,
we're going to die here!
So will you please help me?
[suspenseful music]
[deep breathing]
[cat hissing]
[Tom]
Jesus Christ.
God damn cat.
[dramatic music]
[water boiling]
[suspenseful music]
[gasping]
-It's me, it's me!
-God damn it,
you almost got shot!
-You almost got stabbed!
-What are you doing here?
You're supposed
to be in the car!
-I got worried.
-How did you get in?
-Under the mat.
-Perfect.
-I ought to be the sheriff.
-Be my guest.
-There it is.
[Mandy]
Okay, I see it.
-Okay, okay.
You go left,
and I'm gonna go right.
-Okay.
-Go.
[screaming]
Fuck, you're supposed
to go left!
-Well, if I'm gonna go left
then give me the gun!
-Why? You don't even know
how to use a gun!
-Well I'm the girl!
-So?
-Well you didn't exactly look
like Wyatt Earp yourself,
back there in the house,okay?
God.
-Okay, fine, fine!
We'll go together, okay?
-Good.
-Just don't trip, okay?
[suspenseful music]
How the hell
do farmers see in this shit?
-They probably know where
the light switch is, Michael.
-Wait, did you hear that?
I heard something.
-That's just the sound
of your sweating.
-Shut up, I'm serious.
[screaming]
[gun shot]
[pig squealing]
[Mandy]
Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
Shit!
It's a stupid pig!
-Jeez, Michael,
you almost shot Babe!
-Yeah, and I just used
our last shell, too!
Oh, just great,
just great!
We have juice,
and no keys!
Try the glove box.
-Good, I found it.
[Michael]
Cool, how's
the keys situation?
-Nothing.
-Shit, shit, shit!
Here, give me this.
Here, take this from me,
shine it down here, all right?
-Since when does
a straight A student know
how to hotwire a car?
[Michael]
Auto shop.
-Dougie, wake up!
Dougie, please,
please, wake up.
Come on, Dougie.
[creaking]
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No!
Dougie?
Please.
[suspenseful music]
[scratching]
Michael?
[scratching]
[screaming]
[glass shattering]
[dramatic music]
[panting]
[screaming]
[groaning]
[suspenseful music]
-Look...
I didn't do anything.
I mean, I know
you're pissed off, but...
Whatever it is,
it wasn't me.
I just wanted to get laid.
That's all.
Hey...
Oh my God!
Oh my God, this is not
what I had in mind!
Please!
[screaming]
Oh, God!
Damn it!
No!
[screaming]
[Michael]
Okay, I want you to put
your foot down here, right?
And when I say, "hit it,"
you hit it.
What do you think?
Hey, watch out!
-Sorry!
-Red or green?
-I don't know, green!
Red!
[engine choking]
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah!
-Michael?
[engine running]
-Don't over flood it!
-Michael!
Michael, he's in here!
Get in the car!
Michael!
Get in the car!
-He's here?
-Wait, wait!
You have to wait!
-No, I'm fucking going!
-Okay, now.
[screaming]
-Oh fuck!
What the fuck was that?
Let's go, follow me!
Let's go!
Fuck, come on!
[dramatic music]
[panting]
-Oh my God!
-Fuck!
-Jannelle?
Jannelle!
Jannelle!
-We've got to go!
-We have to find her!
-She's dead, damn it!
-Like Cathy?
-Fine, check upstairs.
-Jannelle!
Jannelle, Jannelle!
Jannelle!
Jannelle, Jannelle!
Jannelle, Jannelle!
Oh God!
Michael!
Michael!
[screaming]
Michael!
[sobbing]
Michael!
-It's locked!
[Mandy]
Damn it!
-Come on!
-Michael, come on!
[glass shattering
and screaming]
-Line drive, bitch.
Go get something
to block this door, okay?
Oh, shit!
-Oh God!
[grunting]
[screaming]
[Michael]
I need some matches!
Find me some matches!
[gas hissing]
[screaming]
[Mandy]
Here!
What are you doing?
-Duct tape,
I need duct tape!
Hurry!
Shit!
Go to the car!
-Michael, what about you?
-This fucker killed my dad!
-So what?
-So I want him dead!
-I'm not leaving
without you!
-Go in the fucking car!
[Mandy]
Michael!
[Michael]
Go!
Fucking go!
[explosion]
Burn, motherfucker!
[tragic music]
[Tom]
Check the study, and I'll
look in Jack's bedroom.
Do you know anything
about Jack and a girlfriend?
-Michael gave that bear
to Chloe.
Tom, come here.
[Tom]
What?
[Penny]
This is Mandy.
-It's my wife.
[Mandy's voice]
Dear mommy.
Happy Valentine's day!
I love you.
Love, Mandy.
[Mandy]
Oh my God, Michael!
[Michael]
Oh, shit!
What do we do?
-I don't know Michael,
everyone we know is dead.
Oh my God, it moved!
-If we move her
she might die,
don't touch her!
-If we don't move her,
she's going to die!
-Help me!
-Shit, we can help you!
We're going
to get you help!
-Somebody help Brad!
-Don't worry about it, okay?
We're just going to get you
to a hospital.
Grab her by the shoulders.
-Brad!
-Brad is fucking dead!
-No, Brad is alive,
and he's at Lovers' lane!
I swear, Michael,
I'm so sorry!
-It's all right.
-I'm so sorry but you have
to help me out!
-It's okay.
Shit!
Shit.
Hurry up, Mandy,
hurry up!
-Coming!
-Have you got
anything yet?
-No, it just keeps ringing.
[Mandy]
Where's Brad's car?
[Michael]
I don't know.
[phone ringing]
-Stop, stop.
Did you hear that?
-No, what?
Mandy, where are you going?
Mandy!
-I don't want to die
like this.
-Chloe, you're not going
to die, all right?
-Will you please
stay with me?
-I promise, okay?
I promise.
[phone ringing]
-Hello?
-Mandy?
-Daddy?
[Tom - phone]
Mandy, is that you, Mandy?
-Oh my God, daddy,
everybody is dead!
Everybody is dead!
-Pumpkin, where are you?
[screaming]
-Michael!
-Mandy!
[screaming]
-Nobody dumps me!
Fuck!
-Fuck!
[groaning in pain]
-Who is that?
-Mandy, damn it!
It was Mandy!
[screaming]
[Mandy]
Oh God!
Michael!
[screaming]
-Hello, Mandy.
-Shit!
-Fuck!
-You're beautiful.
You're so much
like your mother.
[crying]
-You killed her!
-It was his fault!
He interrupted me!
I was trying
to make your mother see
how I felt about her.
She wouldn't listen,
she started yelling!
And he came in...
One glimpse
and he became mad.
Well, I took care of him!
But...
you were there,
you saw it all.
You saw it all
and you started screaming!
And screaming,
and screaming!
[screaming]
-Son of a bitch!
-Take that, bitch!
[screaming]
-Fuck!
Shit!
Fuck, yearbook photos!
Damn it, daddy,
look at my face!
You said that you were
going to help me!
I was the one
that took care of Doug
and that slut, Jannelle!
The least thing you could do
is get rid
of miss goodie-two-shoes
and my soon to be
very ex-boyfriend.
Daddy?
Daddy, are you okay?
Did those bastards hurt you?
Here, hold still while I take
this thing off, okay?
Oh...
[screaming]
-Don't you know I love you?
I love you!
Don't you see that!
I'm the only one
who ever has loved you!
No one else has ever
loved you like I have!
[screaming]
-You sick motherfucker!
[screaming]
[Michael]
Come on!
[Mandy]
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
-Oh fuck!
Oh fuck!
-Oh God!
-Oh shit, oh shit!
-Michael?
Michael!
Michael, Michael!
Michael!
-Shit!
[screaming]
-My baby...
[roaring in anger]
-Michael, Michael!
[screaming]
[gunshot]
-Little brother Tommy.
[gunshots]
[sobbing]
-Michael, Michael!
Get up, Michael!
-Mandy, Michael,
get out of here!
-Michael!
-Son of a bitch.
[dramatic music]
[grunting]
[grunting in pain]
[tragic music]
-Oh, baby, it's over.
It's over.
-Sweetheart?
That's it, that's it, get up.
-Come on.
-Get up, Michael.
-Michael, come on!
-Well, I'll...
I'll check in the car.
-Are you done
with these two?
-Yeah.
-All right guys,
let's get you home.
-Dad, I just want
to say that...
I knew mom
never cheated on you.
-I don't believe it.
Your brother,
I still don't believe it.
-So, the guy
with the hook, he...
he was just
some crazy guy?
-Jack had 13 years
to work on it.
Who knows
what he is now.
-Sheriff, squad car is here.
-You guys go
with the deputy,
I'll be right behind you.
-Take them home!
[hip-hop music]
Closed captioning is provided
by Studio Sonogram.
[romantic music]
[giggles]
[kissing]
[Dee-Dee]
Oh Jim, you're so rad.
[Jimmy]
Dee-Dee, you want to do it?
[Dee-Dee]
Here?
[Jimmy]
Yes, in the car.
[giggles]
[Dee-Dee]
I don't know...
[kissing]
[fake purring]
[laughter]
[car rolls in]
-Shit. Fuck.
-Hey, hey it's not the cops.
Dee-Dee, Dee-Dee,
it's not the cops.
-What do you think
they're doing?
-Somebody just like us.
[moaning]
-Oh, Jimmy...
-Oh, Dee-Dee...
-Oh, shit. Where is my bra?
Shit.
-It's nothing.
-Jimmy! What do you mean
it's nothing?
Stop it.
Just stop it, OK?
-Jesus, all right. -Fuck.
-I'm blue, you know that?
I'm blue and swollen.
-Oh my God. That is
so gross.
-Tell me about it!
[soft thumping]
-What was that?
-I don't know.
[window pane screeching]
[ominous music]
[window breaks]
-Oh God, what the
fuck is that? Oh my God!
Oh, shit.
Jimmy!
[loud thumping]
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Shit, fuck.
[screaming]
[Dee-Dee]
Jimmy, no!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car!
Oh, my God.
[sobbing]
Help us!
Help us, please!
Help us, help us, please!
-Open, open!
[screaming]
[chatter]
[sad violin music]
[Mandy]
Look what I made for Mommy.
[Tom]
Aw, Valentine's Day card.
What does it say?
[Mandy]
Dear Mommy,
Happy Valentine's Day!
I love you.
Love, Mandy.
[Tom]
Aw, that's sweet.
She's going to like that.
[screeching tires]
You know, it's too bad all
these pretty lights have to mean
something bad happened.
-When are we going to go
pick up Mommy?
-Well I got to go do something
for a few minutes, punk.
And then we'll go get Mommy, OK?
[Mandy]
OK!
[Tom]
Until then, I'm just going to
take your nose...
[chuckle]
So I don't get lonely.
I'll be right back, all right?
[zipping]
[car door closes]
[indistinct chatting]
Hey Jack,
my wife is on the work.
-Hold it, Tom.
You don't want to go over there.
Wait for the sheriff.
-What are you talking about?
The sheriff is at a convention
in Vegas...
-No, Tom...
-The hell is going on here?
[unzipping]
-Oh my... oh, my God.
Harriett!
-Damn, that must have hurt!
[grunting]
-No...no, Tom!
-Get out of here!
-Tom...
Tom, no.
[Tom]
Oh, my God, Harriett.
[Jack]
You're trying to be funny
or you're just naturally stupid!
Get out of here!
It's the man's wife,
for Christ sake!
-Sorry.
-Oh, my God.
-Come on, Tom.
-Oh, my God.
-Come here, come on.
Get away from here.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
-Who's the man?
-I don't know.
She wanted to leave early today.
I said, OK.
[Tom]
It was Ward Lamson, wasn't it?
Oh, my God, Harriett.
[Jack]
Tom, if there's anything I can
do for you.
I can take care of little Mandy
or anything.
I'll help you, Tom, don't worry.
[an officer]
We have someone!
-We got somebody here.
[seatbelt unclipping]
[suspenseful music]
[Jack]
Oh, my God.
Ray!
-You know this guy?
[an officer]
Hey, hey,
let's get him out of here.
Get him out of here.
-He talked about Harriett.
Extreme nonparaphilic...
sexual attachment.
I tried to turn his affections
away from her.
I thought
the therapy was working.
Gosh, I'm sorry, Tom.
I'm really sorry.
-Bye-bye, Mommy.
[school bell rings]
[students chattering]
-So... what are you going to do?
-I don't know, man.
-Hey, sexy!
-Don't be a dick....
-Oh! Your mom is going to be
giving a lecture
in health class, today.
-No, shit!
-Yes!
[indistinct conversations]
-No, mom,
I don't need your help,
but thank you anyway.
Yes, I know he needs a man
around the house.
I do too. I just don't meet
a lot of qualified candidates.
Yes... oh, thank you.
Look, mom, I got to go.
No, no, no, it's fine,
I got to go.
OK. Bye.
[chatter]
Hi, sweetie!
-Hey.
[embarrassed scuff]
You're not going to talk to the
health class today, are you?
-Don't worry,
I won't embarrass you...
-Thanks.
-...too much.
[chuckle]
[Jannelle]
Anyway, thanks for the ride.
-Hm. Yes.
Uh. Lay off, daddy-oh!
All you guys do is suck face!
[Blake]
You're such a dweeb.
[fake purring]
[giggles]
-Hey, Mike.
-So, we're on?
-Tonight...
beers out, clothes off.
[laughter]
[cheers]
-Speaking of which, you clowns
owe me 20 a piece.
-Got you.
-No problem.
[indistinct chatting]
[rock music]
[indistinct]
[Bradley]
I'm broke.
Catch me later.
-Yo man,
I'll catch you at the pool.
-Bye, see you guys.
-Bye.
-So did you see
the decorations in the gym?
They're like nauseating.
We are so not going
to that dance.
-Ah it's cool, we'll just chill
with the friends.
-Oh yes, great. And hang out
with the usual group of idiots?
See you.
Bye, Bradley.
-Dude, I have got to break up
with this chick.
[scuffs]
[Jack]
Do you want to talk about it?
[chains jangeling]
This anger, this rage
that has consumed your life...
Let's talk about that night.
You went up there,
just like always,
to watch them, the young boys,
the young girls,
doing what you wanted to do,
what you dreamed of doing.
[chains clinking]
I can help you, Ray.
But you have to help me.
You have to make the effort.
I want you to tell me...
I want to hear you
say the words.
I want you to admit it.
[chains clattering]
You killed
those two young people.
You took that steal hook...
and you butchered them.
Tell me...
Tell me and you'll be free.
[Jack]
Tell me, Ray.
Tell me.
[sighs]
[steps out]
[whistle]
[water splashing]
[a guy]
Hey, what are you doing
in state this year?
-100-meter.
-How come you're not practicing?
-I was given the day-off
for the big meet.
[Jannelle]
Hey, I'm going
to go get a coke.
Do you want anything?
-No, thanks.
[a guy]
Hey man, what's up
with you and Chloe?
-I don't know. I mean,
she's been really weird lately.
You know,
like she's not herself.
[musique rock]
-Hey, Bradley.
-Hey. Sorry to hear
about the bad news.
-What bad news?
-About Michael...
dumping you.
-Hi.
-Hi.
-I'm Jannelle Bay.
-Mandy Anderson.
-Yes, I know.
[chuckling]
-You're new, right?
-Yes.
-Well, congratulations
on making the squad.
-Thanks.
-Hey... what do you know
about Michael Lamson?
-Nothing really. We've kind of
avoided each other.
-Oh...How come?
-It's a really long story.
-Who the fuck do you
think you are?
[whistle]
[indistinct yelling]
[water dripping]
-You're going to pay for this.
[door opening]
[dog softly growls]
[Jack]
Good, lie down.
We don't need
the law here.
[Penny]
There have been three acts of
violence in my school this year.
I'm setting an example.
-Well fine, make an example
of the first two kids...
not Chloe.
-Frankly, Jack, your daughter
needs some serious
anger management.
-Well...
Well, Tom, why don't you arrest
the Lamson boy?
After all, we don't know
if anyone's safe with him
running around loose.
He could be a sexual addict
just like his father.
-Excuse me...
[Sheriff Anderson]
Jack, look. Nobody
is going to get arrested here
unless somebody
starts something, all right?
We're here to talk about this
as three adults.
-You've always had this...
fixation on Penny...
haven't you, Tom?
Come on boy, come on.
[dog gently growls]
[Penny]
Your daughter
is suspended for a week.
[door slams]
It's quite a brother
you've got there.
-Half-brother.
Look, Penny...
-Uh... I have a lot of work
to do.
[a girl]
Yes, but you like this town?
-Yes, no, I like...I mean,
I've lived here all my life
So it's like I don't know
anything else.
-Yes, everyone seems
really nice.
-Yes.
Yes, it's a good town.
[together]
Hey...
-Hello, Mandy.
You're looking
more like your mother everyday.
[dog growls]
I've got to get back to work.
Come on.
-You do not want
that girl mad at you.
-Is she like
the queen of the school?
-No, she's on
the varsity psycho squad.
[Jannelle]
What do you mean?
[Mandy]
Well her dad, he's a schrink
at the asylum.
And her mom killed herself.
-God...
-Yes.
-So, you're not
going to tell me, huh?
-I don't know.
[sigh]
I don't think
it's anything, all right?
I just think it's something
I'm going to have
to figure out on my own.
-Okay, well, you want
to talk to somebody?
You want to talk
to a man?
-God!
Mom, are you kidding me?
-No, no, I just thought...
-Mom.
You're fine, all right?
You're great.
-Okay, you get in the house.
And remember,
you're grounded.
So that means
put your nose in the book,
and no TV, no...
no radio, no phone.
Got it?
-All right.
-I love you, honey.
-Love you too, mom.
-Hope you...
enjoy the book.
Doctor...
Jack...
Grefe.
[alarm buzzer]
[dramatic music]
Go, go!
Downstairs!
Check in his cell.
Come on!
Oh good God.
No!
Not Chloe.
[Penny]
I know that today
is Valentine's day.
And I know that you
all have romance in your hearts,
and love on your minds.
And I know that some of you
may be even having a party.
So what I want to say is this.
[laughs]
Be careful!
[bell ringing]
-I'd like you all to thank
principal Lamson.
And don't forget
the chapter on STDs.
[chatter]
-Sorry.
[sigh]
-He's out.
-We've got a party
happening, man.
And I've got
a fucking six-pack!
-Shh!
-Will you can it, bud?
You still need a date!
-Yeah, if you're going
to hang out with us.
-Hey, I can get a date!
[glass shattering]
Oh, shit!
-My office.
Watch your step.
[Tim - phone]
So get this.
It busts all over the stairs
and who's standing
right behind him?
Your mom.
[Michael]
Why?
So my mom
actually caught him?
[Tim - phone]
Yeah, he's probably
in her office right now
getting spanked,
the little dork.
-So he's still driving,
right?
[Tim - phone]
He better be.
I'm not walking up
to Lovers' lane.
-Who's his date?
[Tim - phone]
Who's yours?
-Oh look, man,
my mom's home.
No, I gotta bounce, dude.
[Tim - phone]
Hey, look, Mike...
-I don't wanna hear about her
right now.
Look, just meet me
at the Speedy Mart
at nine o'clock.
And don't leave me hanging,
all right?
[Tim - phone]
Whatever man, peace.
-Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
[announcer - radio]
Police have still failed
to apprehend
escaped murder
Ray Hennessy,
convicted 13 years ago
for the Valentine's day slaying
of a young couple
at a remote road
known as Lovers' lane.
Murdered during
an alleged affair,
one of those victims,
Harriet Anderson,
was the wife of current
Neston county sheriff,
Tom Anderson.
The other slain victim,
Ward Lamson,
is survived by his wife,
Penny Lamson,
who is now principal
at Quinly senior high school.
Both victims left behind...-Hey.
-What are you doing outside?
-Look, I just wanted
to say that...
-No, you get back
in the house right now.
-I'm sorry.
[swing music]
[pins clattering]
[beeping]
[muffled speaking]
-Cathy, I got
another gutter ball.
-Jannelle,
that's all you get.
Sorry.
-Oh, hey, Doug,
did you talk to Mike for me?
-Um, no, no.
I...
I haven't.
Hey, uh...
You know that...
that hook guy, right?
-Hook?
-Yeah.
-Yeah, yeah, that story.
-Cathy, you know that story
about the hook guy?
[Cathy]
Yeah, like in girl scouts?
-Yeah, yeah, that guy,
he gets blown up,
but he doesn't die.
But his face gets
all melted and nasty looking.
-Oh, just like you!
[Jannelle]
Yeah, so his hand
gets blown off,
and it's just like
this shredded stump.
-Stump, that's something
you'd know about, huh, Doug?
[Doug]
It really happened!
The hook's out, he went
over a wall today.
-No, no, no, the way
I heard it was
that he escaped
in a laundry check.
Like in dirty sheets
that he pulled over...
-He killed
Todd Hasting's father.
I saw Todd in the office,
his mom was crying,
I even saw an ambulance
on the way here!
-That's sick.
Doug, you're sick!
[Jannelle]
You know, I think
something like that
happened to Michael.
-Yeah, it happens
everywhere, Jannelle.
-Did I mention
he left a note?
-What'd it say?
-It said that he'd leave us
a good kegger or two.
-Oh shit.
-You are such a dick.
[Janelle]
No, you're a dweeb!
[Cathy]
Oh my God!
-Okay, okay!
All right, I was kidding
about the note,
but everything else
was true, I swear!
[Brad]
What are you doing?
-Taking off those glasses.
[Brad]
Well, cool it, would you,
we're going to get
in a shit load of trouble.
All right, just...
-He's not going
to do anything.
My uncle is the sheriff.
My dad is not going
to let him touch me.
So just relax.
-Oh, man!
Oh, la, la, la!
-Hey, how are you doing?
-Hey.
-What?
-God, I wish
I was her daddy.
[Tom]
Jack Grefe? Why?
[David]
Look at 'em,
she's just about
screwing him
right in front of us.
-Yeah, so what about
being Jack?
-So if I was Jack,
I'd get to spank her
when she got home.
[laugh]
-And I'd get to bust
your perverted ass.
[laugh]
Look, I need you to keep
an eye on Chloe for me,
all right?
-With pleasure.
-No, seriously.
This guy, we think
he's after Grefe,
and we don't want Chloe
to get caught in the crossfire,
all right?
-You've got it, chief.
-I'll see you.
[pop music]
Hey, pumpkin,
how you doing?
-Hi, daddy.
-Are you okay? You need
some money or something?
-No, I'm fine.
-All right.
Try and get home
before dark, all right?
I worry about you.
[sad music]
-Hey, look who jumped back?
-What's wrong with her?
-I can't believe
she has the nerve
to come here
all by herself.
-All right, dick, you've got
your date for tonight.
-I don't get why you guys
are so mean to her,
she's really nice.
[phone ringing]
[Penny]
Hello?
Oh, hi mom.
No, no, no, I'm fine,
I just...
Yeah.
No, I'm fine...
Mom, no, I don't think
he's going to get...
Mom, please.
Please, listen, I don't think
he's going to do that.
I think he's long gone
by now.
Yeah, okay, listen,
I've gotta go,
I'll call you later.
Okay.
[beeping]
-Oh, hey.
It's nice to see you again.
[imitating purring]
[panting]
Yeah...
Hey, cutie...
-Hi there.
-Holy shit!
-Oh, relax, Dougie,
your secret's safe with me.
-The hell do you want?
[Chloe]
I want to get even
with Michael for dumping me.
And I want
to have some fun.
-Well, uh...
-Brad and I are going up
to Lovers' lane.
Make sure that Michael
finds us there.
-Okay.
[Brad]
Yeah!
Yeah, it's what
I'm talking about.
All right.
Hey, Tim.
What's up?
-The fuck you doing, man?
-What, this? Her?
-It's Michael's girl.
-Not anymore.
-Whatever, man.
-Tim...
I don't need this.
[romantic music]
-Shit.
[sigh]
I have to ask you
a favour.
-Okay, what?
-You know, uh...
You're looking really,
really fine tonight.
I like the way, uh...
the colour of your sweatshirt
brings out your skin.
-It's green.
[sigh]
-Okay, I'm going
to tell you something,
but you've gotta promise
that it'll die with you, okay?
You've gotta promise that
no matter what you say,
you're not going
to tell anyone
that I even asked.
-Why don't you just
tell me what you want?
-I need a date, you know,
for tonight,
like, right now.
-What's your rush?
-Well see, it's that
I made this bet, and...
-Wait a second, Romeo!
What kind of a loser lineis that?
-No, it's the truth,
I swear.
I'm serious.
-No way.
-Okay, okay.
Let's be straight
with each other.
When was the last time
someone asked you out
on a date?
-None of your business.
-It's been six months for me.
-Okay.
-So we help each other out.
I win my bet,
your popularity
pegs up a little.
Our dry spells are over.
[knocking]
-Come in.
-Hey, good night, hun,
I'm going to turn in now.
-Good night.
-Michael, I'm sorry that I got
so short with you earlier,
but I did have
to suspend you.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I understand,
it's cool.
-Okay.
Good night.
-Uh, mom?
-Yeah?
Is there something going on
that I don't know about?
You know, because
if there is,
you can talk to me.
-Yeah, I...
Michael, there is something
that I should have told you
about your father
a long time ago.
-What about dad?
-He would have been
very proud of you.
-Really?
Thanks.
-Okay.
-I'll see you
in the morning, okay?
-Okay, good night.
[Chloe]
Hey, pull over, I've gotta
go do something.
-I'm telling you,
we don't need beer.
-I'm not here for the beer.
Meet me around back.
How's it going?
[dramatic music]
[radio chatter]
[dramatic music]
[door squeaking]
[suspenseful music]
-Chloe?
Chloe?
[heavy breathing]
[suspenseful music]
[screams]
[knocking]
-Hey, you know Michael, I was...
Oh! my god, Michael,
oh! my god.
[footsteps]
[voice on the police radio]
[car starting]
-Woo-hoo!
-Shit!
-Why do you drive like that?
-Guys?
What took you so long, shit.
-Oh! my god.
-What's going on, dude?
-Doug, what is she doing here?
Oh chill, this is my date.
No, you just go ahead, okay.
-No, no, no, no Michael,
please stay.
-Let's go, let's go, let's go.
-Scoot on it.
-Alright!
This is party time.
Woo-hoo!
[tires screeching]
-Look.
Mike's a friend of mine.
-And that's the whole point,
isn't it?
[heavy breathing]
-Did you hear something?
-Oh! come on, don't tell me
that you're scared.
-Shit no, I just ...
-Just relax, okay?
-Jesus, what are you doing?
-Self actualizing.
-I, I can't.
-Look, in case
you haven't noticed,
I happen to be the best
piece of ass in this town.
Now, how is it gonna sound
when I tell everyone
in school that
you're just another big
mouth with a limp dick?
[moans]
-We're leaving.
-No, you are gonna fuck me
right now or I'm gonna kill
your fagot ass.
[car stopping]
[papers ruffling]
-Hello?
-Hi, what are you doing here?
What time is it?
We haven't found him yet,
we've got roadblocks up...
-Wait, wait, wait a minute.
How did you know
he was missing?
-What do you mean, how did
I know, I'm the one
who came to...
-No, no, no, no,
Michael is missing.
-Michael is missing?
-Yes.
-How long?
-I don't know, I, we've looked
all over town for him.
-Lacey, put on an all call,
I wanna know if anybody's seen
Michael Lamson.
He's 5'11", he's 16 years old,
blond and blue and...
What was he wearing?
-I don't know.
-Let me know.,
[voice on the radio]
-Will do Chief.
-This must have been hard
for you to come here.
-No, where else could I go,
you're the Sheriff.
-Oh! Penny.
I wish we could get past
this issue, it's so old but...
Don't you know that night
was just, it was...
It was fate, it was bad luck
that Harriet and Ward
were in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
Ward was cheating on you.
-No, Ward was not
cheating on me.
-Yes, he was and Harriet
was cheating on me.
-You just accept that?
-Yes, I accept that.
I have to because they found...
They found evidence.
Come on, please,
can't we get past this?
-This time, it will be our kids.
-Jesus H. Christ, what, what,
you think this guy in on
a vendetta?
Is that what you think?
That's just plain crazy.
-Where's Mandy?
-Mandy's at home, why?
-Call her.
-Why?
-Just call her.
-Alright.
[dialing]
[ringing]
-Uh uhm.
-Guys, I don't think
we should be here.
-What, are you fucking
kidding me, man?
Nothing makes women hotter
than a little danger.
-Oh! yes, that's what
I'm talking about.
-Doug, isn't that Brad's car?
-I don't know, uh,
maybe it is.
-Hey fuck you man, you know
what Brad's car looks like
and that's it.
-Alright, I guess so.
-Fuckin' prick.
-Yo, let's roust his ass.
[together]
-Yeah!
-Let's get him, woo!
-Where is he?
[doors slamming]
-Come, let's go.
-Uhm?
Michael?
You still like her,
don't you?
-Who, Chloe?
-Yeah.
-Right.
-Well, I mean, she's a complete
bitch, but it's still sweet
you care.
-Oh! my god, it's so obvious.
Like, the only reason why
you're not out there with Tim,
is 'cause you still
want to get in her pants.
-Cath...
-This is so pathetic.
Oh!, the lesbo librarian
speaks.
-Shut up Cathy.
-Whatever.
-This is so stupid.
-Shit!
-Come on, just a few more steps.
-My god!
-Jesus Christ, you guys.
-Shit!
-Timmy, Timmy?
Something's fuckin' wrong here,
it's getting all fucked up.
-Timmy?
-He's out there.
-No!
-Who's out?
-He's out there, I don't know.
He's out there, you guys,
I don't know what's going on.
-Tim oh! my god,
oh! my god, oh! my god.
-I'm dying.
There was just one kid.
[laughs]
-You're such an asshole.
-Come on, we're gonna roust.
-Oh!, I, I hate you.
-Tim?
You are a sickening asshole.
-So, this is what you guys do
for a nookie?
[car radio]
-It's the police!
-Fuck, he's not even here.
[door slamming]
-Hey Brad?
-So, ah...
What's up with you and Doug?
-It's strctly desperation.
-No, he's a cool guy.
-At least he's asked me.
-Hello?
Hey!
Oh shit, Doug,
check out the makeup, man!
-Oh, come on, you fucks!
Get up, we had a party
going on over here.
Come on, you guys!
-All right,
quit fucking around, Brad.
[nervous laughter]
-Come on.
[screaming]
-Oh shit!
Come on,
get in the fucking...
Let's go!
Come on, we've got
to get in the car!
Gotta get to the car!
-Very funny, guys!
-Get in the car!
You guys get
in the fucking car,
I'm not joking!
We've gotta get the fuck
out of here, man!
[engine choking]
I don't know
what's going on!
[splatter and screaming]
[confused screaming]
-We've got to go back
to get Tim!
-Why Tim?
Shut the fuck up!
[screaming]
[Doug]
What the fuck
are you doing?
You guys, slow down!
[screaming]
[glass shattering]
[honking]
-Excuse me.
We're looking
for Michael Lamson
and Mandy Anderson.
-Michael's what,
he's 5'11, he's got blonde hair,
good-looking guy.
-Mandy's about 5'3,
dark curly hair,
sometimes wears glasses.
Nothing?
-Oh, fuck!
[grunting]
Is everyone okay?
Doug, are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fucking okay.
I don't know, dude,
I'm okay, but...
God damn it,
I can't move my leg!
Come here,
somebody help me.
-Doug, Doug,
are you okay, man?
-God damn it, no,
look at my leg!
-Come on, we've gotta go,
dude, we've gotta go!
-I can't move it,
I'm in pain, motherfucker!
[Michael]
We'll be fucking dead
if we don't leave, come on!
Jannelle, listen to me.
Take him, all right?
We'll catch up with you.
Help him get out of here,
okay?
You take him to the farm,
okay?
[Tom]
Where's Tim?
-He's dead,
he's fucking dead!
Damn it, let's go!
-I wanna be with Tim,
I wanna be with Tim!
-Cathy, come on,come on!
-Leave me alone.
-Cathy, go, go!
Michael, come on!
-I need to get the flashlight!
-Michael, leave it!
-It's the only fucking thing
we've got!
-Michael!
[screaming]
-Oh fuck!
Oh fuck!
Fuck, come on!
Go!
[pins clattering]
-What do you mean?
You mean I embarrass you?
-Nothing.
-Over there.
-Listen, it's my business
if I want a beer or two...
-Or six.
Shut up, please.
Please just, shh.
Shut up, please!
-Hey Arnold,
how are you doing?
-Nice night, sheriff.
-We're looking for Michael
and Mandy, have you seen them?
-No.
[Tom]
What do you suppose I'd find
if I gave you a blood test
right now, Arnold?
-Nothing, of course.
-Yeah, right!
-Shut up, I'm not
talking to you.
Where are they?
-How would I know?
-I'm going to give you
one last chance to answer me,
right now!
-I saw them earlier with Tim,
they were in party mode.
-Where were they headed?
-Try Lovers' lane,
if you can find it.
-Look, just call Tim
on his cellphone.
-But you might wanna wait,
because I think Michael
is getting laid right now!
-Hey!
[punch]
-Come on, come on!
[laughing]
-Ow!
-I need you to call
the Walton house for me.
I need Tim's
cellphone number.
If he's not there,
call the phone company
for me, all right?
[an officer - radio]
Copy, sheriff.
Did you check out
the disturbance
at the bowling alley?
-Yeah, I...
I know about it.
Out.
[panting]
[Michael]
Come on, come on!
-Why are
the doctor's dogs barking?
-I don't know.
-This is not good.
-You check the window lock,
okay?
Great, phone's dead.
Hey, look what I found.
-Oh, good.
-I know, but it's only got
two shells.
[suspensful music]
[screaming]
[gunshot]
Jannelle!
Doug?
-His leg is broken,
he can't take another step.
-Doug, drink this.
-The whole thing?
-It'S just like any other
Friday night.
-Wat the hell
are you guys doing?
-We're trying to get us
out of here.
-I'll drink to that.
-Will these work?
-Yeah, but take the heads off.
-I got some towels.
-Okay, I need you
to rip them to strips, okay?
[coughing]
[Doug]
God damn it!
-God, what are you like,
a girl scout or something?
-Look, really gross part,okay?
Michael, I need you
to hold him under the arms.
[Doug]
Fuck, it hurts.
-Jannelle, I need you
to distract him.
-Distract him from what?
-Well, we need
to set the bone.
-Oh God.
[Mandy]
just keep his mind
occupied, okay?
[Jannelle]
How?
-I don't know,
just think of something!
-Everything is going
to be chill, bro.
-What's going on?
[Michael]
We're just going
to set your leg, okay?
-So like, Doug,
who's your favourite teacher?
-What?
-Just have another drink,
Doug.
-I mean,
I hardly know you!
-God damn it,
don't touch me!
-Doug, don't look at them,
look at me!
-Don't touch
my fucking leg!
-Chill, chill!
-Michael, hold him!
-Doug!
-Holy shit!
[screaming]
Damn!
-He passed out.
-What can I say?
Your body's a real knockout.
[Tom]
Lacy, you there?
[Lacy - radio]
Go ahead, sheriff.
[Tom]
Did you get
that number for me yet?
[Lacy - radio]
No answer at Tim's house,
but I got the phone company
looking for
his cellphone number.
[Tom]
What about the road blocks,
any word?
[Lacy - radio]
No.
You know, I haven't been able
to get a hold of car 54.
[Tom]
Well, I'm at Grefe's house now,
so tell him to call me
when he checks in, all right?
[Lacy - radio]
10-4 sheriff, will do.
[doorbell ringing]
[doorbell ringing]
-Okay Jannelle,
try to wake him up,
and Michael and I are
going to go to the barn
to see if there's a car.
-No, no, no,
please don't leave me.
-Jannelle, it's okay,
if he's here,
he's gonna see us
go to the barn.
He's not gonna come in here
after you.
-How do you know?
-Because he's after
Michael and me.
-What?
Whoa, wait a second.
What are you trying
to say here, huh?
-You don't think it was
just some coincidence
that he was up here tonight,
do you?
-You're fucking crazy,
you know that?
What about Tim
and Cathy, huh?
-They were just
in the way, Michael!
Don't you see?
This is just like
how it was before
with my mom
and your dad!
-My dad died
of a heart attack.
-Your dad was murdered
at Lovers' lane
by that bastard out there.
[Michael]
Fuck you.
[crying]
Fuck you, okay?
Fuck you!
-Who told you
about your dad?
Your mom, right?
-What are you doing, Mandy?
-Yeah, what the fuck
are you doing, Mandy?
-Look, I saw it, okay,
I was four years old!
And they took my mom away
in a body bag,
and then they came
for your dad!
-So what are you
trying to say, huh?
That your mom and my dad
were a thing, huh?
-Michael,
you really don't know?
Yes, they were a thing,
they were a hot item
in high school.
My dad's convinced
they were having an affair,
but I know
that's a lie.
-How would you know?
You were only four years old!
-You think your dad was
a good guy, right?
-Yes, I know he was.
-How would you know, Michael?
You were only four.
-So what is this, huh?
Is this like history
repeating itself?
-Yeah.
-Why?
-I don't know, Michael.
Obsession?
The guy is crazy,
ask my uncle.
All I know is that
if we don't find a car,
we're going to die here!
So will you please help me?
[suspenseful music]
[deep breathing]
[cat hissing]
[Tom]
Jesus Christ.
God damn cat.
[dramatic music]
[water boiling]
[suspenseful music]
[gasping]
-It's me, it's me!
-God damn it,
you almost got shot!
-You almost got stabbed!
-What are you doing here?
You're supposed
to be in the car!
-I got worried.
-How did you get in?
-Under the mat.
-Perfect.
-I ought to be the sheriff.
-Be my guest.
-There it is.
[Mandy]
Okay, I see it.
-Okay, okay.
You go left,
and I'm gonna go right.
-Okay.
-Go.
[screaming]
Fuck, you're supposed
to go left!
-Well, if I'm gonna go left
then give me the gun!
-Why? You don't even know
how to use a gun!
-Well I'm the girl!
-So?
-Well you didn't exactly look
like Wyatt Earp yourself,
back there in the house,okay?
God.
-Okay, fine, fine!
We'll go together, okay?
-Good.
-Just don't trip, okay?
[suspenseful music]
How the hell
do farmers see in this shit?
-They probably know where
the light switch is, Michael.
-Wait, did you hear that?
I heard something.
-That's just the sound
of your sweating.
-Shut up, I'm serious.
[screaming]
[gun shot]
[pig squealing]
[Mandy]
Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
Shit!
It's a stupid pig!
-Jeez, Michael,
you almost shot Babe!
-Yeah, and I just used
our last shell, too!
Oh, just great,
just great!
We have juice,
and no keys!
Try the glove box.
-Good, I found it.
[Michael]
Cool, how's
the keys situation?
-Nothing.
-Shit, shit, shit!
Here, give me this.
Here, take this from me,
shine it down here, all right?
-Since when does
a straight A student know
how to hotwire a car?
[Michael]
Auto shop.
-Dougie, wake up!
Dougie, please,
please, wake up.
Come on, Dougie.
[creaking]
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No!
Dougie?
Please.
[suspenseful music]
[scratching]
Michael?
[scratching]
[screaming]
[glass shattering]
[dramatic music]
[panting]
[screaming]
[groaning]
[suspenseful music]
-Look...
I didn't do anything.
I mean, I know
you're pissed off, but...
Whatever it is,
it wasn't me.
I just wanted to get laid.
That's all.
Hey...
Oh my God!
Oh my God, this is not
what I had in mind!
Please!
[screaming]
Oh, God!
Damn it!
No!
[screaming]
[Michael]
Okay, I want you to put
your foot down here, right?
And when I say, "hit it,"
you hit it.
What do you think?
Hey, watch out!
-Sorry!
-Red or green?
-I don't know, green!
Red!
[engine choking]
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah!
-Michael?
[engine running]
-Don't over flood it!
-Michael!
Michael, he's in here!
Get in the car!
Michael!
Get in the car!
-He's here?
-Wait, wait!
You have to wait!
-No, I'm fucking going!
-Okay, now.
[screaming]
-Oh fuck!
What the fuck was that?
Let's go, follow me!
Let's go!
Fuck, come on!
[dramatic music]
[panting]
-Oh my God!
-Fuck!
-Jannelle?
Jannelle!
Jannelle!
-We've got to go!
-We have to find her!
-She's dead, damn it!
-Like Cathy?
-Fine, check upstairs.
-Jannelle!
Jannelle, Jannelle!
Jannelle!
Jannelle, Jannelle!
Jannelle, Jannelle!
Oh God!
Michael!
Michael!
[screaming]
Michael!
[sobbing]
Michael!
-It's locked!
[Mandy]
Damn it!
-Come on!
-Michael, come on!
[glass shattering
and screaming]
-Line drive, bitch.
Go get something
to block this door, okay?
Oh, shit!
-Oh God!
[grunting]
[screaming]
[Michael]
I need some matches!
Find me some matches!
[gas hissing]
[screaming]
[Mandy]
Here!
What are you doing?
-Duct tape,
I need duct tape!
Hurry!
Shit!
Go to the car!
-Michael, what about you?
-This fucker killed my dad!
-So what?
-So I want him dead!
-I'm not leaving
without you!
-Go in the fucking car!
[Mandy]
Michael!
[Michael]
Go!
Fucking go!
[explosion]
Burn, motherfucker!
[tragic music]
[Tom]
Check the study, and I'll
look in Jack's bedroom.
Do you know anything
about Jack and a girlfriend?
-Michael gave that bear
to Chloe.
Tom, come here.
[Tom]
What?
[Penny]
This is Mandy.
-It's my wife.
[Mandy's voice]
Dear mommy.
Happy Valentine's day!
I love you.
Love, Mandy.
[Mandy]
Oh my God, Michael!
[Michael]
Oh, shit!
What do we do?
-I don't know Michael,
everyone we know is dead.
Oh my God, it moved!
-If we move her
she might die,
don't touch her!
-If we don't move her,
she's going to die!
-Help me!
-Shit, we can help you!
We're going
to get you help!
-Somebody help Brad!
-Don't worry about it, okay?
We're just going to get you
to a hospital.
Grab her by the shoulders.
-Brad!
-Brad is fucking dead!
-No, Brad is alive,
and he's at Lovers' lane!
I swear, Michael,
I'm so sorry!
-It's all right.
-I'm so sorry but you have
to help me out!
-It's okay.
Shit!
Shit.
Hurry up, Mandy,
hurry up!
-Coming!
-Have you got
anything yet?
-No, it just keeps ringing.
[Mandy]
Where's Brad's car?
[Michael]
I don't know.
[phone ringing]
-Stop, stop.
Did you hear that?
-No, what?
Mandy, where are you going?
Mandy!
-I don't want to die
like this.
-Chloe, you're not going
to die, all right?
-Will you please
stay with me?
-I promise, okay?
I promise.
[phone ringing]
-Hello?
-Mandy?
-Daddy?
[Tom - phone]
Mandy, is that you, Mandy?
-Oh my God, daddy,
everybody is dead!
Everybody is dead!
-Pumpkin, where are you?
[screaming]
-Michael!
-Mandy!
[screaming]
-Nobody dumps me!
Fuck!
-Fuck!
[groaning in pain]
-Who is that?
-Mandy, damn it!
It was Mandy!
[screaming]
[Mandy]
Oh God!
Michael!
[screaming]
-Hello, Mandy.
-Shit!
-Fuck!
-You're beautiful.
You're so much
like your mother.
[crying]
-You killed her!
-It was his fault!
He interrupted me!
I was trying
to make your mother see
how I felt about her.
She wouldn't listen,
she started yelling!
And he came in...
One glimpse
and he became mad.
Well, I took care of him!
But...
you were there,
you saw it all.
You saw it all
and you started screaming!
And screaming,
and screaming!
[screaming]
-Son of a bitch!
-Take that, bitch!
[screaming]
-Fuck!
Shit!
Fuck, yearbook photos!
Damn it, daddy,
look at my face!
You said that you were
going to help me!
I was the one
that took care of Doug
and that slut, Jannelle!
The least thing you could do
is get rid
of miss goodie-two-shoes
and my soon to be
very ex-boyfriend.
Daddy?
Daddy, are you okay?
Did those bastards hurt you?
Here, hold still while I take
this thing off, okay?
Oh...
[screaming]
-Don't you know I love you?
I love you!
Don't you see that!
I'm the only one
who ever has loved you!
No one else has ever
loved you like I have!
[screaming]
-You sick motherfucker!
[screaming]
[Michael]
Come on!
[Mandy]
Oh my God!
Oh my God!
-Oh fuck!
Oh fuck!
-Oh God!
-Oh shit, oh shit!
-Michael?
Michael!
Michael, Michael!
Michael!
-Shit!
[screaming]
-My baby...
[roaring in anger]
-Michael, Michael!
[screaming]
[gunshot]
-Little brother Tommy.
[gunshots]
[sobbing]
-Michael, Michael!
Get up, Michael!
-Mandy, Michael,
get out of here!
-Michael!
-Son of a bitch.
[dramatic music]
[grunting]
[grunting in pain]
[tragic music]
-Oh, baby, it's over.
It's over.
-Sweetheart?
That's it, that's it, get up.
-Come on.
-Get up, Michael.
-Michael, come on!
-Well, I'll...
I'll check in the car.
-Are you done
with these two?
-Yeah.
-All right guys,
let's get you home.
-Dad, I just want
to say that...
I knew mom
never cheated on you.
-I don't believe it.
Your brother,
I still don't believe it.
-So, the guy
with the hook, he...
he was just
some crazy guy?
-Jack had 13 years
to work on it.
Who knows
what he is now.
-Sheriff, squad car is here.
-You guys go
with the deputy,
I'll be right behind you.
-Take them home!
[hip-hop music]
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