Stung Page #4

(WHOOSHING)

Everybody, get inside right now!

(ALL SHOUTING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTING)

(GUESTS SCREAMING)

Get off me! Leave me! Leave me!

Leave me alone!

Don't! Don't! No!

(GROANS)

(SHUSHING)

PAUL:
Ugh!

- (CRACKLING)

- PAUL:
Jesus!

Ahh!

MAN:
F***!

We're taking the party inside, Mother.

Come on! Let's go!

MRS PERCH:
Oh, God, what's happening?

(SCREAMING)

Jesus! Come on. Come on, come on.

(GRUNTS) God damn it!

(WOMAN CHOKING)

(GASPS)

(CRACKLING)

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, God!

What the f***!

(GROANS)

Julia? Julia!

- (SCREECHING)

- Oh, f***!

- Oh, my God.

- (CHITTERING)

(YELLS)

Oh, my God.

JULIA:
Hey!

Get the f*** off him!

- (GRUNTS)

- (GROANS)

- Are you okay? Are you okay?

- No, no, no...

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine, I'm fine!

You two! Julia! Come on. Get in here!

Come on!

(SCREAMS)

(CHITTERING)

(SCREAMS)

(BARKING)

Let's go.

(GASPS)

(PAUL GRUNTING)

Guys, everyone is in the kitchen.

Let's go. Come on.

(MRS PERCH CRYING)

MAYOR:
What the hell just happened? God!

You've made it.

I feel sick, Flora.

Oh, no, Mrs Perch, you're okay.

Everything is okay.

What are we gonna do now?

What the hell just happened?

We just heard screams

and then all the people were just...

Those are... Those bees!

They're not bees. Those are wasps!

Who gives a sh*t? Bees, wasps...

We spray for wasps, don't we, Sydney?

It was mania. It was hysteria.

That's what it was.

My puppy is out there!

F*** the pooch, Ma.

Who called 911?

Cell service is virtually non-existent out here,

but there's a phone in the office.

What did they say when you called?

You didn't call.

Are you all insane? Nobody called 911?

What am I supposed to say?

You say the Mayor is pinned down,

and that he can't retreat.

- All right! Listen, listen!

- Then you see what happens.

Listen! We need to find out.

Is anyone stung?

I got him before he got me.

- Oh, God.

- That's good. That's very good.

- Just hurry.

- No, Mrs Perch, it's okay.

It's not okay. It's not...

You people don't see...

You don't seem to see how severe this is.

You need medical attention, Mrs Perch.

Everybody at your garden party

needs medical attention.

We need to move from the kitchen

to the front of the house.

So, when the EMTs arrive,

you can easily get into the ambulance.

So, why don't we do that?

I'd rather just stay here.

But you will show them where we are?

- Okay. Can you please keep an eye on her?

- Yeah, I will.

Thank you. Sydney, can you

help me find the f***ing phone?

- MRS PERCH:
My heart is racing. Oh! Oh!

- MAYOR:
You'll be all right.

Sydney, you're just going to leave me?

Flora will take care you, Ma.

She's at least good at that.

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