Intruders Page #3

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Sorry.

- (STOMPING)

- F***!

Come over here man.

Gimme a hand with this.

I'm more curious

what's behind door number two.

Why's that?

No handle.

(SNIFFLING)

Uh...

it can be hard...

to be with someone

who has

such a strong personality.

I can tell...

you're just going along.

I can see it.

Don't you f***ing shrink me.

Ow.

Don't think I've dealt

with this my entire life?

Maybe I was the one

who found out about this place.

You ever think about that?

I mean, maybe this whole thing

was my idea?

I don't think you realize

how serious this is.

- No, I do.

- You've seen our faces.

You know our names.

You really think

we're just gonna let you go?

Now put on

the f***ing sweatpants!

Stop!

- Please, stop!

- Stop moving, goddammit!

- Stop! Stop...

- Hey! What the hell?!

- Stop it!

- Hey! Get the f*** off her!

- It's not what it looks like!

- What are you doing?

- Honestly...

- Are you okay?

You gotta listen to me!

She wasn't supposed to be here.

- Listen to me, Danny, please!

- Get back!

Dan...

you guys know each other?

Yes, but that's not...

- No, no.

- Anna, Anna,

- I had nothing to do with this.

- You cannot be here.

- You gotta get out of here, okay?

- Oh, sh*t!

- Get back.

- You cannot be here, Danny.

Honest, if we knew

she was gonna be here...

- What do you mean, "we"?

- Danny boy.

Leave him alone, dude!

- Don't f***ing touch me.

- Where is she?

Huh?

F***.

- Hey, hey, hey!

- What?!

Do you know

how this has to end?

We can't let her go.

Just find her.

Come on.

You like to disappear,

don't you?

Come out and play, little girl.

(KNOCKING)

I got a few tricks of my own.

(CHIRPING)

(KISSING SOUNDS)

(FRANTIC CHIRPING)

C'mere.

For my next trick,

I would like to invite

my lovely assistant

to the stage.

Anna, would you be so kind

as to join us?

I don't think she's coming.

It's really too bad.

She would've been

of great value to us.

I guess I'll have to do this

on my own.

(CHIRPING)

(STARTLED YELP)

Hey. Perry!

- Open wide, Dan.

- What the f***?

Stupid thing didn't talk.

(CREAKING)

- Ah! Oh!

- I found her!

- You got her?

- Yeah, I got her!

Get the f*** off there! Please.

Don't you understand

I'm the least

of your f***ing worries

right now?! Please!

(EXCLAIMING)

(PANTING)

(ANNA WHIMPERING)

(GASPING)

Come on.

He's taking his time.

If he loses her,

we'll find her.

Put out some breadcrumbs,

she'll come.

(LAUGHING)

Come on, man, be serious.

Maybe I am.

(PERRY):
You got her?

(RAGGED BREATHING)

(THUDDING)

You hear that?

(THUDDING)

Stay.

No! No!

Vance!

Vance!!

Vance!!!

Vance!

Wake up!!

Is he dead?

Argh...

Ah, goddamn. Argh...

Ah, Vance.

Hey. Hey! Hey, you, open!

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