Sweet 16

Synopsis: A beautiful lonely girl named Melissa tries to make new friends from a town she's currently living in. The only problem is, each of the boys that she spends time with end up brutally murdered. Her sixteenth birthday is on the way, but Melissa turns out to be a suspect when it seems she's the last person who has seen her boyfriends alive.
90 min

- All right!

Let's up the ante a little more.

- How you doing Billy?

- I've been well!

- Hey brother!

- Little brother!

- All right you two now, come on now,

don't break up the place.

- What you want?

- Needs the keys to the truck.

- Oh you need the keys to the truck?

- Yeah.

- For what?

- To give Hank a ride home.

- To give Hank a ride home?

- Yeah!

Well how the hell am

I supposed to get home?

- I'll be back in an hour!

- Hey Billy, look.

- Owee!

What the sh*t is that?

Earl ain't you got

some health regulation

about serving animals in the bar?

I don't want any trouble

in here Greyfeather.

- Of course I just want a drink.

- Hey old man.

You're not welcome here, now

you get your ass outta here.

- Billy I don't think he can hear you with

that hat he has one.

- Yeah.

Let's loosen up his little cap here.

Pick up the hat.

Well if it

ain't Pancho Junior.

- You pick up the hat.

- Pick it up.

- F*** you, you pick it up.

Come on b*tch.

- Hey!

- Get off me you red n*gger!

- Oh yeah I want a piece of you.

Come on!

I'll cut your f***ing

eyes out you motherf***er!

- Easy you sons of a b*tches!

- Shoot that son of a b*tch.

- I said break it up!

I don't want this place broke

up again, I mean it Billy!

- Jason, take me home.

Come Jason.

- I'll see you down the road pal.

- Hey hold on a second.

Boy am I glad I ran into you.

I just broke my shoe,

Christ I thought I'd never

get to civilization.

Why don't you dump the

old man, and you and I

can go to a party someplace.

You know this isn't

the best part of town

for a little girl so why

don't you just go home.

Come on go home, get outta

here, go on, go home.

- Let me go, what the hell are you doing?

- Just go home, get outta here.

- Jason!

I bet a lot of people around

here would like to know

you're into little girls,

little white girls!

- Go home.

- Either of you guys got a match?

- I don't smoke.

- Hank don't do nothing bad.

But I think I could help you out.

- So why don't you do nothing wrong Hank?

- It's not that I don't do anything wrong.

- Come on Hank don't be shy.

His old man's the sheriff around here.

- Oh Jesus Christ!

Guess I should've broken

it to her a little easier.

It's no big deal, I'm

not gonna say anything

about that, I smoke every now and then.

So uh?

I didn't get your name.

- I don't think I gave it out.

- Come on Hank I don't need this sh*t.

Nice meeting you.

- Hey wait a minute where are you going?

We don't need your act

lady, we got things to do.

You guys are upset with

girls or just yourselves?

- Maybe you'd like to go for a ride.

- Maybe I would.

- Name's Johnny, this is my truck.

- I'm Melissa.

" So?

- So let's go!

I'll be back in an hour.

- How the hell am I supposed to get home?

I'll be back in an hour!

Come on Johnny, my dad

thinks I'm coming home.

Hey come on you guys!

- You got a cigarette?

No I don't got a cigarette,

come on back down here.

- Wait a minute!

Just take it easy.

Where the hell are we anyway?

- What do you care, want a beer?

- It's pretty weird out here.

- You like dead Indians?

- What are you talking about?

- This is the old Indian burial grounds.

- Oh sh*t, get me outta here.

- We're just starting to have some fun.

- I wanna get outta here.

- All right all right, Jesus Christ!

You know you're weird lady.

- Open the door, open the door goddammit!

Open the door, open it goddammit!

My old man's an archeologist,

he's here on some kind

of a dig, we're renting this

place for a couple of months.

Well you picked

place in the county.

- Mom knew somebody I guess,

she used to be from around here.

Oh sh*t!

- Now what?

- My dad's home!

" So?

- So he freaks if I come home stoned.

- So who's stoned?

Look, you gotta tell

him we were at the library

or something.

- Okay.

But they don't have a

library in this town.

- Dad what are you doing out here?

- L just got home, where have you been?

- Out.

- I asked you a question young lady.

- I was out okay?

- When I ask you a question...

Hey wait a minute,

everbody be cool here.

We went for a ride and

had a couple of beers.

- Thanks a lot Johnny.

- What's the big deal?

- My daughter is 15 years old.

- I'll be 16 next week.

- Melissa get in the house.

- Hey mister take it easy.

- And you get outta here.

- Hey I'll leave when I'm ready old man.

Daddy no, I'm going,

see ya later Johnny.

- Yeah, I guess that's the party, later.

- If I see you around my daughter again

I'll have you put in jail.

Can't hear a thing

you're saying old man,

gotta get this truck

tuned, catch ya later.

Nice going Billy, could've

at least left me some gas.


Damn, outside here.

Out of gas...

Coming out here...

with an ax.

- Wrong.

- Come on.

Morning Dad.

- Out a little late last night huh?

- I knew it, the gardener did it.

With the rake?

- Would you put that book away?

It's not supposed to be

a rake, how do you kill

somebody with a rake?

- Well am I gonna have to interrogate you

or are you gonna tell me where you were?

- Had to walk home.

I thought that

Johnny was supposed to give

you a ride home?

- Yeah, so did I.

He met somebody and took off.

- Hmm.

- I'll get it.

- Well you should've called.

- Dad it's Billy Franklin.

- Thank you honey.

I told you we can't afford a car right now

so you're just gonna have to

wait and hang in till we can.

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Submitted on August 05, 2018

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