You're Next

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(WOMAN MOANING)

(BEDSPRINGS SQUEAKING)

(MOANING)

Mm. Oh, yeah, baby.

Oh, yeah.

(PANTS)

I'm gonna take a shower.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(WIND CHIMES RATTLING)

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

()

(WHIRRING)

(THE DWIGHT TWILLEY BAND'S "LOOKING

FOR THE MAGIC" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

All my life I'm looking

for the magic

I've been looking for the magic

Fantasize on a sexy little tragic

I've been looking for the magic

In my eyes

Stay a while till the

city is a desert

She's been looking for the treasure

In my eyes

Oh, in her eyes

To keep, oh, oh, oh

The magic in her eyes

Baby, in my eyes

Baby, in my eyes

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(GASPING)

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(SCREAMING)

()

Huh. Looks like Erik Henson's home.

PAUL:
Yeah. I heard he left his

wife for some college student.

He might be living here full time now.

Oh, that's a shame.

We're so isolated up here,

it might be nice to have a neighbor.

I guess.

I got this.

Okay.

That's funny.

What?

It's open.

Doesn't look like

anyone's been in here.

Oh, you know, I bet the workmen left the

door open last time they were here.

I'll get the groceries out of the car

and check on the furnace.

()

So your parents are pretty waded, right?

Yeah, I guess.

My dad retired from KPG last year, and

he got an insane severance package.

Wait, KPG?

As in, the defense contractor?

Yeah.

He was just in marketing, though.

Why?

Is that a problem for you, babe?

Having dinner with fascists?

No. No. I want to meet your family.

I hope this means there's gonna be

some good booze at your place, though.

(SIGHS)

Probably not.

My mom's on medication.

Can we stop somewhere

and get some, then?

Yes, we should. Good call. Heh.

Yes

()

(THUDDING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Hey, I lit the furnace. Sorry.

You okay?

Were you just upstairs?

No, I was in the basement.

Did you hear that, just now?

Hear what?

I heard footsteps.

I think someone's in the house.

Are you sure?

Paul, we gotta get out of here!

Aubrey.

Hurry up!

No. You go outside.

I'm gonna check the upstairs.

You come outside with me!

It's a creaky old house.

Paul! There is someone up there!

(SIGHS)

I'll take this with me. Okay?

Are you happy?

No!

All right. You wait outside.

I'll be out in a minute.

Careful.

I will.

(FLOORBOARD CREAKING)

Hello?

(FOOTSTEPS)

(THUMPING)

()

Oh!

Crispian!

Dad.

You scared the shit out of me!

Yeah.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Oh, God.

Not to get off

on the wrong foot here,

but why is Mom

in the driveway crying?

Oh, God. Come with me.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS DESCENDING STAIRS)

()

Hey.

(AUBREY SOBBING)

You Okay?

Crispian and I looked in every room on

the second floor. There's nobody there.

AUBREY:
Oh, God.

I'm so silly.

(SNIFFLES)

Honey. I'm sorry.

No. No.

You're embarrassed.

PAUL:
No, I'm not.

You must be Erin.

ERIN:
Yes.

Nice to meet you.

ERIN:
Nice to meet you.

Glad you could make it.

Yeah, thanks for having me.

Hey, you. Come here.

It's okay.

Oh, we brought whiskey.

Well, come on in.

We'll be there in a minute.

Heh. What's going on?

I... I... Don't ask. I don't know.

So your dad bought this place

to fix up?

Yeah. Supposed to be

his retirement project,

something for him to work on,

but I'm pretty sure so far

he's just paid other people

to work on it.

Hey!

(BEDSPRINGS SQUEAK)

You're gonna break this bed.

It's like a hundred years old.

Sorry. Your folks seem cool.

I mean, for people with money.

You're lucky.

(SCOFFS)

I guess.

No, you are.

You don't know what most people would

give to have folks like yours.

(CRISPIAN SIGHS)

Whatever that means.

(CHUCKLES)

Come here.

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