Unhinged Page #2

Okay?

- Lisa what did you do?

Is he okay?

- I f***ing hope not.

- He's not breathing.

- We need to call the cops.

- Oh my god, they're

gonna take me away!

- No they're not.

It wasn't your fault.

Come on.

- [Gina] No no!

Give me that, gimme that.

- No, we need to call the cops.

We need to tell

them what happened.

If we just leave

it it'll get worse!

- No no!

It wasn't our fault okay.

- Yes but if we leave his body,

then no one will believe us.

- Thalia!

Would you rather it be

him on the ground or you

because I'd much

rather it be him.

- Then what the hell do we do?

We shouldn't be doing this.

- We need to get as far

away from here as we can.

(delicate music)

F***.

We're running out

of f***ing gas.

- Sh*t.

- Now do we call the cops?

- Oh yeah.

Oh hi officer, f***ing

can you help us?

We're going to a wedding.

We have a f***ing dead

body in our trunk.

- Okay, no f***ing

signal anyway!

- No babe, but seriously if

you have any other suggestions,

I'm all ears.

- Guys there's a house.

- I don't know.

- No, no, it's a good idea.

Okay we're lost, we have

no idea where we're going.

At least somebody might be

able to give us directions.

- Okay.

(moving to ominous music)

(wind whistling)

This isn't exactly a

f***ing spa day is it?

- No, come on, come on.

Okay, we'll be on

our way again soon.

- Okay, what we need to

do is we need to find out

where we are, we

need to get some gas,

we need to get rid of the

body, clean ourselves up,

get to the wedding and we

can say that we got stuck in,

traffic or something.

- Yeah, yeah.

Exactly.

- Yeah.

Okay.

- Okay.

Right come on guys we need

to pull ourselves together.

Okay?

All of us.

- Okay.

- Come on, let's go in.

(Gina knocking)

I don't think anyone's here.

- Hello?

(gasps)

(dramatic drumming music)

Oh, oh, I'm, I'm so sorry.

- Hello dears.

- We're lost.

- I shan't imagine

you'd be here otherwise.

- Well we're running low on gas.

Could you help?

- Do I look like

a petrol station?

- We were hoping you could

point us in the right direction.

- Well there's nothing around

here for miles and miles.

I mean, I'd offer

you a telephone

but you see I don't

have anyone to ring.

Well I may know

someone who can help.

Are you ladies coming in?

(gentle piano music)

- Yeah yeah.

- The gardener

comes on Wednesday.

I don't have many guests but

if you girls wish to stay then,

I'm sure he can sort some petrol

and get you on your way then.

Oh, how rude of me.

My name is Miss Perkins.

I have very strict rules.

You see I'm not used to visitors

having always lived here alone.

I like my routines.

Dinner is served at six and

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