Infected Page #4

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mysterious growling]

[energetic rock music]

HEY.

- I SUPPOSE YOU WAN TO TALK NOW, IS THAT IT?

- DO DEER EAT MEAT?

- NOT THAT I KNOW OF.

- WE JUST A SAW A DEER

KILL A SQUIRREL:

AND EATS ITS GUTS.

- [laughs]

I THINK THE TWO OF YOU

ARE PROBABLY SMOKING

MORE THAN JUST CIGARETTES.

- THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

GRAZING BEASTS DON'T KILL

OTHER GRAZING BEASTS FOR MEAT.

LOUIS,

YOUR BUCK.

CARE TO DO THE HONORS?

- I'M SORRY, ED.

IF YOU'D LIKE TO TAKE CARE

OF THAT FOR ME.

YOU ARE THE SURGEON.

- MY PLEASURE.

JUST PROMISE ME:

YOU'RE NOT GONNA TURN

INTO ONE:

OF THESE HOPELESS VEGETARIANS.

- I PROMISE.

- LOOK, DAD,

WE'RE NOT LYING.

- YOU KNOW,

A LOT OF STRANGE THINGS HAPPEN

OUT IN THE WOODS.

- [gasping weakly]

HUSH LITTLE BABY

DON'T SAY A WORD

MAMA'S GONNA BUY YOU

A MOCKINGBIRD:

AND IF THAT MOCKINGBIRD

DON'T SING

[wheezes deeply]

MAMA'S GONNA BUY YOU

A DIAMOND RING:

[gasps]

[coughs]

[ominous droning music]

[twangy acoustic guitar music]

- FLOWS LIKE A RIVER.

PRETTY SOON, IT'S JUST GONNA BE

VENISON STEAK.

- SO COOL.

- WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE

YOU'VE FOUND SOMETHING

OTHER THAN COMPUTERS

YOU LIKE.

MAYBE YOU'LL CONSIDER

FOLLOWING IN MY FOOTSTEPS

AND BECOMING A SURGEON.

GRAB ON THEM LEGS

REAL TIGHT, BOYS.

ALL RIGHTY.

[laughs]

- [coughing]

- [chortles]

HEY, WHERE YOU GOING?

SHE'LL BE ALL RIGHT.

GRAB BACK ON THAT LEG.

THIS WAS A GOOD BEAST.

IT'S GONNA FEED MANY.

JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE HELL

IS THIS OVER HERE?

- WHERE?

- AH!

- F***ING A**HOLE, ED.

- [laughing heartily]

BETTER FETCH ME:

ANOTHER BUCKET, JEREMY.

GONNA BE NOTHING BUT GOOD

EATING THE REST OF THIS NIGHT.

THERE YOU GO.

HUH?

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

MAKE LITTLE SAUSAGES

OUT OF THAT?

- [laughs]

- [chuckles]

KILLING BAMBI.

[ambient music playing]

[tires squeal]

[ominous ethereal music]

- HELLO?

HELLO?

HELLO?

HEY.

HEY, IT'S OKAY.

HI.

ARE YOU OKAY?

- ARE YOU SICK?

- NO, HONEY.

I'M NOT SICK.

- ARE YOU SURE?

- YEAH, I'M SURE.

LISTEN, MY NAME'S ANGELA.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

- SARAH.

- ALL RIGHT, SARAH.

I WANT TO GET YOU OUT OF HERE.

I DON'T THINK

WE'RE SAFE HERE,

SO WOULD YOU COME WITH ME?

I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

DON'T WORRY.

OKAY?

YEAH, COME ON.

IT'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.

COME ON.

THAT'S A GOOD GIRL.

GOOD.

- [sighs]

[panting]

[eerie music]

UH-OH.

UH-OH.

[panting]

[gravel scraping]

SARAH?

SARAH?

- ARE YOU OUT HERE

BY YOURSELF?

WHERE'S YOUR MOM AND DAD?

[metal clattering and crashing]

[ominous music]

- HEY, THAT'S MY GIRL, YEAH.

[coughs]

- WHAT?

YOU'RE HER FATHER?

- YES.

YES, I AM.

[coughs]

- WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?

- I'M FINE.

[coughs]

- YOU DON'T LOOK FINE.

- COME HERE, HONEY.

[panting]

COME HERE.

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