Devil's Due Page #3

DRIVER; Whoo.

SAMANTHA:
Ooh!

ZACH:
I'm right here.

Shh.

(DISTANT DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)

- You hear music?

- SAMANTHA:
Yeah.

ZACH:
It's musica.

SAMANTHA:
Yeah, I hear it.

Wait, this is...

No, Zach, let's go back.

This is crazy. Let's turn around.

(DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)

ZACH:
We'll be all right.

I'm right here, I'm right here.

All right, I'm right here.

- SAMANTHA:
Don't...

- ZACH:
We'll go slow.

(DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)

ZACH:
I'm sorry, what?

(DRIVER CHEERS)

Oh, wow. Okay.

(DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)

ZACH:
It's fine, I promise.

See?

(DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DANCE MUSIC BECOMING LOUDER)

(DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)

(LOUD UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)

It's special!

(CHUCKLES)

ZACH:
This is insane!

(DRIVER SPEAKING SPANISH)

Oh, see how great.

Here we go.

SAMANTHA:
Cheers!

Yes! Beautiful!

ZACH:
Here we go.

Ah!

- I'm gonna hold my nose.

- ZACH:
Ah!

That's not how you take a shot.

You sipped it.

No!

ZACH:
You gotta do another.

One more.

Oh, my God!

Congratulations!

ZACH:
Oh, thank you!

- They just got married, too.

- ZACH:
No way!

SAMANTHA:
Yes!

(LAUGHS)

ZACH:
I'm done.

Oh, yes!

Oh.

(DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

These men are staring at me.

ZACH:
What?

I said, "These men

are staring at me."

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

I guess you'll do.

I can't dance anymore.

ZACH:
Hi!

SAMANTHA:
Hi!

Hey, babe, let's put it away.

(MEN SPEAKING SPANISH)

MAN 13 Si?

MAN 23 Si?

(MAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

(MAN CHANTING IN LATIN)

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

(MEN CHANTING)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(MILD RUMBLING)

(MAN WHISPERING IN LATIN)

(OTHERWORLDLY ROARING)

(ZACH SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Come on, wife.

(SAMANTHA GROANS)

Time to get up.

Come on.

No.

ZACH:
Yes. I'm sorry,

but we gotta get up.

(SAMANTHA SPUTTERS)

Ugh.

I'm so hung over.

ZACH:
Yeah, no kidding.

Mmm, oh, God,

get away with that.

ZACH:
Come on,

I'll get you some water.

We gotta get up

and catch this plane.

Okay.

(GROANS)

Oh.

ZACH:
Yeah, my head

is killing me.

Me, too.

Oh, sh*t. I'm stuck.

(COUGHS)

Mmm.

SAMANTHA:
How did we

get home last night?

ZACH:
I don't know.

The guy in the cab?

Stop. Not right now.

ZACH:
See you later,

Santo Domingo.

Well, we're home.

Mmm.

ZACH:
Home sweet home.

(SAMANTHA SIGHS)

ZACH:
The honeymoon is over.

(SAMANTHA SIGHS)

Ooh, wait, wait, wait.

- Hold this.

- SAMANTHA:
Oh.

ZACH:
Oh, sorry.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Okay, here we go.

SAMANTHA:
All right.

Whoo-hoo!

(GRUNTS)

(SAMANTHA LAUGHS)

Welcome home,

Mrs. McCall.

(SAMANTHA LAUGHS)

(ZACH GRUNTS)

SAMANTHA:
Ugh.

ZACH:
Oh.

Suzie left the door open.

Great.

ZACH:
That's great.

SAMANTHA:
Oh.

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