A Pair of Aces
Page 17
MOSES
Yeah. Right.
Moses makes a break for it, darting down the drive, across the road and into the woods. Same place Buffy went.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE CABIN
Brian and Loony are sliding up against the cabin wall. Brian has the razor. Loony looks off into the woods where shots have just rang out.
LOONY
The shit is flying out there, man. What you going to do now?
BRIAN AS BRIAN
I'm going to do what needs doing. You stay close to the cabin. They try and come out of there, use your knife. I'll be back soon as I'm done.
LOONY
Where's old Clyde? He still hanging around?
BRIAN AS CLYDE
Right here, you fuck. And I'd watch my manners if I was you.
Brian vanishes into the darkness.
Loony pulls out his knife, snaps it open.
LOONY
That's some weird shit.
INT. CABIN
Monty and Becky. They are at one of the front windows. Their weapons are against the wall and they're boarding it up some more. As they finish, they peer through the slits in the boards.
BECKY
Anything?
MONTY
No more shots. I don't know what that means. Don't let the water boil over. Get some oven mitts handy.
Becky hustles over, keeping her head low. She turns down the heat, rustles a drawer open, finds pot holders.
Monty moves away from the window, over to Becky, leaving their weapons there. He brings a board, hammer and nails with him. He goes to the kitchen window, puts the board in the center of it, starts nailing it. Becky rushes over to help him hold it.
BECKY
You know that kid is the one who raped me?
MONTY
He's dead.
BECKY
That's him, Monty. The kid…He's in the other kid.
MONTY
In him?
BECKY
Possession. Call it what you want.
MONTY
Possession, I don't buy that. We're dealing with a severely disturbed mind here.
BECKY
Right. One of your "alienated juveniles." I should have gone to your fucking lecture.
MONTY
All right…
BECKY
If I had I wouldn't have gotten those boys in trouble. I'll bet Clyde came from a broken home, mom didn't love him, daddy was a drunk. All he wanted was a little pussy to make him feel better.
MONTY
STOP IT!
LOONY
suddenly appears, in his mask, at the kitchen window. He pops up and scares the hell out of Monty and Becky.
LOONY
Trick or treat!
Monty and Becky turn and scream, and Becky, still holding the pot holders grabs one of the pans and slings water through the gaps in the window, hits Loony in the face.
Loony screams, disappears from sight.
THE WOODS
Larry inches up slowly. He's got Stone in his sights. Stone, in his mask, looks straight ahead, keeping alert.
INT. THE CABIN–NIGHT
Monty and Becky, hunkered down low.
SOUND: LIVING ROOM WINDOW BREAKING
BECKY
Monty, he's broken a window. He's coming in!
THE WINDOW
It's the one where they were standing before moving to the kitchen. A knife blade moves up and down, prying one of the panels loose.
BACK TO SCENE
Monty runs to the scene, grabbing the axe. He swings, and the blow knocks down the paneling, revealing a masked invader.
Monty takes a wild swing, and the axe hits the invader in the forehead. The invader tumbles backwards, and as he does, Loony, still masked, runs out from behind the falling body.
BODY hits the ground and the mask, which is hooked to the axe, comes free. It's Jimmy. We realize Loony was holding him up, jacking with the couple.
MONTY
Goddamnit!
THE WOODS
Larry creeps up, the shotgun in his hand. He steps on a twig. Stone whirls. Larry jerks the shotgun to his shoulder, fires.
STONE
The slug snaps his neck bone in two, takes his head off. The shredded Halloween mask goes sailing, as blood spurts from the stump in Stone's neck.
MASK
sails into the bushes, hangs on a limb, dripping blood.
LARRY
stands over the body.
LARRY
I thought you'd be a nigger.
He turns as he hears something.
A FLASH OF SILVER
A BURST OF BLOOD
LARRY
jerks one hand to his throat, and his other hand points the shotgun downward. It goes off, blowing Larry's knee off, sending it spinning out of his pants and along the ground like a runaway tire.
Larry drops to the ground, spitting blood. He rolls over on his side, looks up and–
SEES BRIAN
wearing his Halloween mask, his razor cocked, dripping blood. Brian pushes the mask back onto his head, revealing the overlapping face of Clyde. Shadows gather at his back, swell up above him. The silhouette of the Lord of The Razor shimmers and disappears.
LARRY
dying, looks amazed.
ANOTHER ANGLE
as Brian drops down over him, and smiling, goes to work with the razor.
BRIAN–MOMENTS LATER
Carrying the shotgun in one hand, the razor in the other, his mask pushed up on his head, his body covered with blood, Brian pushes through the brush, comes to the patrol car, peers inside, sees Ted's body. Brian nods in satisfaction, turns his head toward the black Chevy parked not too far in front of the patrol car.
He looks at the shotgun in one hand, the razor in the other. He tosses the shotgun. Holds up the open razor. Light moves on the blade, and then shadow. The face of The Lord of the Razor reflects in the shiny blade.
Brian trots to the Chevy, climbs in, lifts his leg to reach in his pocket. He fumbles a bit. No keys. He starts looking around the car, in the ignition. The seat.
BRIAN
Shit.
NEARBY IN THE WOODS
Moses, back in shadow in the brush, sees all this. He closes his eyes in relief.
Something hits his face. He jumps. Turns. Buffy. She licks him again.
MOSES
(Softly)
You and me ain't worth shit.
BACK TO BRIAN
He's out of the car, looking around on the ground. Nothing. He starts back into the woods, toward Larry's corpse.
INT. CABIN
Monty and Becky at the window, looking down at the body of Jimmy.
BECKY
Think you killed him?
MONTY
Dead already.
BECKY
God, how many more of them are there?
MONTY
Don't know. It's the shotgun worries me.
BRIAN IN THE WOODS
He's knelt down beside the mutilated body of Larry. He's looking around for the keys. Here. There. Everywhere. And then he sees a glimmer.
The keys. They're lying beside Larry. He grabs them tight in his fist, a look of victory on his face.
INT. CABIN
Becky and Monty. They have paneling and are replacing the piece that Monty knocked down with the axe.
BECKY
We'll need another.
MONTY
Hold it while I get a hammer.
BECKY
Hurry!
Becky holds it in place while Monty picks up the hammer and nails. He puts the nail against the paneling, is about to drive it in when–
THE PANEL STRIP is hit and Monty and Becky are knocked backwards. And we have–
ANOTHER VIEW as what hit the paneling tumbles inside and comes up on its feet. LOONY. His mask has come off. He has a knife.
Loony attacks Becky, screaming as he does. She kicks. He slashes. Her leg takes a hit. She comes up a
gainst the wall, trying to avoid the knife. Loony grabs her by the throat with one hand, starts to slash down with the other.
Monty grabs his arm from behind. Loony wheels, hits Monty in the face with his free hand. Loony slashes him, causing Monty's shirt to burst open. Blood on his chest.
Loony comes at Monty screaming, runs him to the couch, causing Monty to fall backwards over it, slamming up against the paneling over the back glass door.
Loony leaps over the couch, comes down straddling Monty. Monty puts up an arm, takes a slash from the knife. Monty rolls and tangles up in Loony's leg, taking him down.
Monty scrambles to his feet. Loony is lying face up, pushing an arm under him, about to rise, when the axe comes down right in the middle of his face which splits like rose petals falling apart. The axe is swung so hard it not only has split Loony's head, it has stuck in the floor.
Monty turns to look.
BECKY, holding onto the axe handle, her features twisted.
MONTY
You're a goddamn Wonder Woman.
THE CHEVY
Through the windshield we see Brian. He's just sitting there, leaning forward, both hands tight on the wheel. He lifts the keys up, inserts them carefully into the ignition, as if he has all the time in the world. He starts the engine. He takes a deep breath. He pushes down on the gas pedal, making the engine growl.
Behind him, in the backseat, something dark moves. A glimpse of silver. The tick of a clock. Leaning forward over the seat. A shadow. A top hat sliding right through the roof as though it were smoke. THE LORD OF THE RAZOR. Brian pulls his mask down over his face. He carefully puts the car in gear.
BRIAN AS CLYDE
(humming a litte ditty off key; "Time In A Bottle".)
INT. CABIN
Monty and Becky, standing over the body of Loony, hear Brian revving the engine. They look a question at one another.
BECKY
God. What now?
THE CHEVY
Brian is easing it forward. Not in any hurry.
ANGLE ROAD
Moses and Buffy come across it. Moses slips around carefully to the patrol car, opens the door, reaches across Ted's body and takes hold of the microphone. Buffy sits, watches as if she might learn something. Moses messes with the microphone, trying to get it to work. We hear a hissing.
MOSES
Anybody there. Anybody! Ten four. Something. Hello. Is this on? Can you hear me. Anybody there. Say something.
Hissing sound from the microphone, and we–
CUT TO:
INT. CABIN
Monty and Becky hear something. A roar.
EXT. THE CHEVY
Coming fast around the house, past the VW.
INT. CABIN
Monty and Becky. They hear the car sound again, only really loud. THE RAZOR THEME BUILDS, and they look up, and–
WHAM! The car hits the panel-covered back glass door and smashes through, carrying the formerly dangling body of Angela with it, draping it over the hood like an ornament.
The Chevy is sticking through the doorway and into the house and glass and wood are shattered and spinning throughout the cabin. The bumper hits Monty and knocks him over the couch.
ON MONTY
as he grabs at his very bloody leg and groans.
BACK TO SCENE
The driver's side door opens with a creak, and out slips the masked Brian with his razor. And flowing out of the car and along his feet, what looks like a roil of black smoke.
Brian snatches off his mask, looks at Becky. The shadow has risen and has coiled around him. Above him it twists into a top hatted form.
Becky gasps.
When Brian speaks, it is in stereo. He and Clyde.
STEREO OF BRIAN AND CLYDE
It's us, teach. We're going to open the door and let him come through…
The Lord swells at these words.
BECKY
Sweet Jesus.
Brian comes toward her, and Becky, still holding the axe, starts to back away. And then suddenly she steps forward and throws the heavy axe. But it's too much for her in her exhausted state. It merely sticks in the floor three feet in front of Brian.
STEREO OF BRIAN AND CLYDE
Fighting is good. The Lord likes a good fight. And by the way. Trick or Treat, teach.
Becky backing toward the kitchen. Brian easing forward.
And now she's trapped in the little cul-de-sac. She jerks open a drawer, snatches out something, and we go–
CLOSE ON HER PRIZE
and when we do we see in her hand, a butter knife.
BACK TO SCENE
Not what she had in mind. She looks out of the corner of her eye, sees the obvious, what she has forgotten about, the–
STOVE
The pots and their boiling water.
BACK TO SCENE
She grabs one of them and screams as she does, it burns her hand. But she manages to launch pot and water into Brian's face.
BRIAN
yells and stumbles back, blisters of pus rise on his face. Becky has blinded him in one eye. Then the shadowy shape of the Lord lets loose with a bellow, spreads inky-black across the ceiling like a rain cloud, and–
BECKY
grabs the pot holders on the counter and uses them to get hold of another of the pots, flings it at–
BRIAN
He steps back quickly, taking some of the water in the face again, slashing wildly with the razor, and then we've got–
BECKY
with the last pot of boiling water, rushing at him, flinging it, and now we've got–
BOTH OF THEM
as Brian comes rushing in with the razor, about half-blinded, and Becky, she ducks just in time as the razor slashes where her neck would have been. She dives across the floor and snatches the frog gig, and rolls on her back and tries to push her legs under her, and here comes Brian–
STEREO OF BRIAN AND CLYDE
Gonna ram it up you. All the way up, up your ass, teach…
ON MONTY
He's trying to struggle to his feet.
BACK TO SCENE
Becky snaps the gig open, and as Brian comes forward, she jabs with it, catching his crotch. He screams, and Becky rising up on one knee, jerks the gig back, and Brian doesn't come with it, but part of his pants, and something else does.
He screams so loud you think the cabin will shake loose and fall, and we go–
CLOSE ON BRIAN'S SCALDED, BLISTERED FACE
and we can see Clyde's face superimposed over it, and then it's back to Brian, and then the Lord is there, behind him, making wild gestures that equate the slashing that Brian does with the razor, working him like a puppet. Slashing at the air as if there's something there, stalking her like a cat with a mouse.
Becky, on her feet. She cocks the gig, jabs again. But this time Brian swats it aside with the razor, knocks it to the floor.
MONTY
He's trying to crawl toward them, leaving a swath of blood behind on the floor. A pause in his movement, and he takes in The Lord of The Razor and his puppet show, making Brian stalk toward Becky in a crazy manner.
BACK TO SCENE
Brian, he's not fucking around now. He runs at her, slashing the razor, the Lord working him with shadowy strings. Becky twists, lets him go by. In that instant, as Brian's back is to her, Becky snatches up the gig, jams it beneath his buttocks, into his scrotum, and pulls the trigger.
Brian screams, staggers, pulling the gig from her hands. It pops along the floor like a tail.
Becky reaches down and grabs one of the tossed pots from the floor. She bounces it from one hand to the other. It's still warm. She finally gets hold of it good, moves her fingers around the handle until she's comfortable.