The Hollow One Page #2

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me what's in your hand.

I just wanted to know

who you were.

THE HOLLOW ONE:

Why did you run?

There is no solace here.

You can't have them.

THE HOLLOW ONE:

Her mind is free and full.

I will break it

and it will be mine.

(MICHAEL AND LINDA YELLING)

(GROWLING)

(LINDA SOBBING)

(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

You okay, sleepyhead?

I don't feel so good.

Are you gonna make it?

You want me to pull over?

Are you sure?

'Cause if you throw up

on yourself,

your dad's gonna kill me.

(CHUCKLES)

And if you throw up on my car,

I'm going to kill you.

(RACHEL LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Aw, sh*t, Ray.

Hey, are you okay?

Come on, Ray.

Hey, hey, hey.

Out the window.

Come on, out the window.

Please, please,

please, come on.

(RETCHING)

(RACHEL COUGHING)

Oh, God.

F***, Rachel!

(RACHEL SPITS)

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

What happened?

(TEARFULLY)

Rachel, we hit someone.

Oh, God.

(BROODING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Mom?

(TEARFULLY)

Oh, my God, Mom!

(STRAINED) Rachel.

MATT:
God.

(SOBBING)

F***, Rachel.

LINDA:
Take it.

What?

It's yours now.

(GASPING)

(SOBBING)

Don't let him know

you have it.

Dad?

(GASPING) Promise me.

(SOBBING) What are you

doing out here?

LINDA:
Promise.

(SOBBING) Mom...

Mom. Mom?

What have you done?

Rachel, I...

What have you done?

(PANTING) Oh, f***.

THE HOLLOW ONE:

Rachel, you are diseased.

Rotting from within.

I can save you.

(SOFT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Hey, sleepyhead.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Hi.

Hey.

(SIGHS)

What time is it?

It's pretty late.

I was waiting for you.

I know.

You wanna go to bed?

Mmm. Okay.

I'll see you

in the morning.

Get some sleep, okay?

Mmm-hmm.

(BROODING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

Mike!

(QUIETLY) What the f***?

Mike, it's Jeff

from Nida Investigations.

Mike!

Mike!

Mike?

Man, I've been

calling you for months.

I've got some stuff

you gotta see.

Mike.

There's more, Mike.

Much more

than I thought

there'd ever be.

Mike, you gotta hear this.

Mike?

(CLATTERING)

(SHUDDERING)

Oh, sh*t.

Mike.

(RATTLING)

THE HOLLOW ONE:

(GROWLS) Kill him.

(SCREAMING)

JEFF:
Holy f***! Mike?

Ow! Mike!

(MIKE SCREAMING)

(BONE CRACKS)

(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(ANNA TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

ANNA:
It's not

getting any better.

(IN OTHER ROOM)

No, not really.

She still can't remember

anything about that night,

I wish she would

just tell me what happened.

Seriously, why won't you

just tell me?

No.

Not after

what Dad did to us.

She won't talk to him.

I don't know

that she ever will.

(SIGHS) I don't know.

We'll see.

You know how she is.

I don't...

I don't know.

Listen, I gotta go, okay?

Bye.

Who was that?

Who called?

So, where were you

last night?

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