Hunter's Prayer

( crickets chirping )

( distant dog barking )

( barking )

( indistinct TV chatter )

Rosa!

Let her out, please.

That dog should be

on Prozac.

-( gasps )

-( silenced gunshot )

-( dog barking )

-Bitsy, shut up already!

( silenced gunshots )

-( match strikes )

-( flames ignite )

( glass shattering )

( bell rings )

Wow, it's beautiful.

I cannot decide if I wanted

the gold or silver,

but my parents said that if my

grades were good next quarter,

-then they'd get me both.

-You're so lucky.

My parents got me

this necklace for my birthday.

-Mm.

-It's nice, but still.

What about you, Ella?

Don't your parents

ever send you anything?

( cell phone chirps )

-Is it him?

-Mm-hmm.

-He's taking me dancing.

-When?

-Tonight.

-( gasps )

( bell chiming )

Sh*t, 5-0, 5-0.

( girls giggling )

( girls laughing

and chattering )

( knocking )

Headmistress called.

Ella Hatto is to go

to her office.

I think Ella's

still in the library.

When she gets back,

tell her Madame Rossetti

wants to see her at once.

Thanks, Mimi.

God, that b*tch Danielle

probably told her

about me smoking.

She's always

kissing her ass.

Maybe you shouldn't go out.

He's waiting for me.

( thunder rumbles )

( engine starts )

( thunder rumbles )

-( muffled dance music playing )

-( police siren passing )

( chatter, laughter )

-Hey.

-Hey.

I didn't think you were

going to make it.

-Sorry.

-It's okay.

I'm glad you got here.

Let's go.

( muffled dance music

continues )

You make this yourself?

No,

it's a New York State license.

It's what they look like.

( dance music blaring )

( chatter )

I love the energy.

Yeah, it's like being

in a blender.

It's nice and I could

show it to you.

Go back to my place?

-Sh*t.

-What?

It's my dad.

What?

Sometimes he hires people.

What do you mean?

I mean he hires them

to watch over me.

That guy

staring at me.

-No one's staring at you.

-I want to go home.

Come on, Ella,

let's go back inside again.

For a dance?

A couple of drinks?

Ella:

I want to go home.

( all screaming )

-Get up!

-No, no!

( indistinct clamoring )

Move.

-( gunshots )

-( all screaming )

Go!

-( glass shattering )

-( screams )

Go!

Get in!

-Hey!

-No!

-Ah!

-Sergio, close the door!

Oh, my God.

Why are they

shooting at us?

Keep down.

-( tires screeching )

-( sirens wailing )

What are you doing?!

That was the police!

( screams )

No, stop!

( tires screeching )

( gunshots )

( crashes )

He's catching us!

-Faster!

-(screams)

Oh, my God!

He's gone.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Getting us out of here!

What's wrong with you?!

-He's protecting us!

-He's crazy! Let's go.

( Sergio speaking French )

Get off the phone!

Where's yours?

Drop it.

Come here. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Get in!

-What's happening?

-Your life's in danger.

-Someone's been

hired to kill you.

-That's insane.

Does this have something

to do with my father?

Did he say anything?

Where are you going?

-I've done enough.

-Ella:
What?

Ella, come on.

Let's go.

Come on.

Run, run.

( cell phone chimes )

( tires squealing )

Get in.

Ella, don't do it.

You need to get in.

Sergio:

Ella, you saw what he does.

Listen to me.

Ella.

Look at me, Ella.

Please, look at me.

Stay here, please.

Ella, I'm begging you,

stay here.

Don't get into

that car, please.

What's wrong

with you, Ella?!

( tires squealing )

I want to call the police.

I want to call the police.

The people who want you dead

own half the police in Europe.

I-- I don't understand

what's going on.

I don't even know

your name.

( sighs )

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