Terminal Invasion Page #2

Would you like to confess, my son?

- You're not a priest.

- No, sir. I'm a humble preacher.

Only priests hear confession. Who are you?

Now, son.

Perhaps you should

show us some ID, Reverend.

Certainly, Officer.

My mistake.

Where I come from, convict,

hitting a holy man is a grave offence.

Yeah? Where is that?

Some place far, far away.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- Taking over.

- Why?

- Because we don't like you.

- Were those gunshots?

- Of course they were. What do you think?

You, what're you waiting for? Get in there!

Do something. That crazy-ass con

gets out here, he's going to smoke us all.

Drop it! I said, drop it!

Don't.

No! Please, don't hurt him.

He's just doing his job.

- Are we done?

- Yeah.

- Hey!

- Don't shoot me!

I'm not a hero. I'm not a hero.

Get back down there.

Everybody else, back to the seats.

You, too.

- Can we talk?

- No.

You cheated!

No, you got in front of me.

No!

You got a head start.

Hey!

You, get those kids.

We were just playing.

It's okay, honey,

I think he's just tired or something.

- Tell me something.

- What?

What's your name?

- Darian.

- Darian.

- What kind of name is that?

- It's my name.

- What, you don't like my name, now?

- Tell me something, Darian...

who got off the call to the cops?

- Nobody.

- Who called them?

- I ain't seen nobody call nobody, man.

- Are you lying to me?

I'm lying, I'm dying. I know the drill, dog.

We tried. The landlines are out. Try yourself.

Yeah, listen to the lady, man.

Go on, try them.

Cell phones don't work here, either.

You killed those men, didn't you?

You don't have to worry about

who I killed last, only who I'll kill next.

Give me your cell phone.

The bathroom, sir.

What's that?

If those men are still alive, it'll go a long

way in your favour if we tried to help them.

Nobody who walked in there

is ever coming out.

Son of a b*tch.

You animal.

You.

Me?

Yeah.

What size shoes you wear?

Eleven.

Take them off.

Pardon?

- Sir, where's your luggage?

- It's right there.

There.

You want clothes? There, you got clothes.

You a fancy boy? Lots of pretty clothes.

I like to look nice.

Is there a crime against that?

Not in this state.

- What's he doing?

- He's just changing his clothes, okay?

"Let's take a charter service.

What could go wrong?"

The rules don't apply to you.

- Do you really think that this is the time?

- It's never the time with you.

Whenever I want to talk,

something is in the way.

"I have to work. I'm busy. "

You know what? I have a life, too.

You through?

Listen, I don't know

why we can't just all get along here.

You don't have to kill people

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes