Intruders Page #4

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Open it, you f***ing b*tch!

Open the f***ing door!

Anna!

Anna...

- (GROANING)

- Come on!

(SOBBING)

Hello?

(ECHOING)

Hey, JP, something weird

is going on here, man.

Come on, we gotta

get the f*** outta here.

Oh, f***.

You b*tch!

You f***ing b*tch!!

Get down here!

(PANTING)

Argh!

F***ing b*tch!

Argh!

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

(KETTLE WHISTLING)

Is she making f***ing tea?

(LOCK CLICKING)

Hey, nothing in here's

gonna get us up there.

Let's drag

this f***ing cabinet in there.

It's bolted to the wall.

- Goddammit!

- Doesn't matter.

She was behind

that f***ing door,

and then she was up there,

like that!

The b*tch doesn't have wings.

(CLICK)

Anna!

Anna. Help me.

Hurry!

Cut me loose.

Robbing me...

during Conrad's funeral?

No, no.

- They did this, not me!

- Then what are you doing here?

I... I wanted

to be there for you.

You...

you went?

You didn't show.

I got worried.

Was it...

was it nice?

It... it was peaceful.

Nobody came?

No, uh, it was me and...

Charlotte and the priest.

He gave a good talk.

It was... it was really nice.

It's okay.

You know, it was...

just me and him.

We only had each other.

Do you know

you've been bringing us food

for almost a year?

I checked the calendar.

Almost to the day.

It feels like longer,

doesn't it?

A-Anna.

Is that how you do it?

You go into people's homes

and...

steal their things

and then you call your friends

- to go and steal all of it?

- They're not my friends!

Well... Vance is, but...

not the other two.

You told him about the money?

I... I...

I told him about you.

I told him about your situation.

And, yeah, I told him

you tried to give me money.

It took me off-guard.

I didn't mean...

I... I couldn't stop

thinking about it.

I couldn't stop

thinking about you.

You know,

I almost believe you this time.

Listen to me.

I get if you hate me,

but you have to believe...

I would never hurt you.

What happened to you?

W-w-why don't you leave

the house?

I haven't left the house

since Daddy died.

Whenever I had a problem,

I could always ask Connie.

Hmm...

He always knew

how to handle any situation.

How would he handle this one?

(CRACK)

Oh!!

(CRACK)

Ow!! Ow!!

(MOANING)

If you meant what you said

in there,

then you have to trust me.

I do.

Then you have to jump.

No!

It'll be much safer

if you turn around.

- I'm not... I'm not doing that.

- None of this would've happened

if you would've just taken

the money!

(MOANING)

You're not like this.

You have no idea

what I'm like.

Ah!

(SCREAMING)

(DANNY CRYING OUT ON TV)

(CLATTER AND SCREAMING)

You don't know me.

Help me!

- What the f*** are you doing?!

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