My Animal (2023) Movie Script
1
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
WOMAN: (OVER TV) Beast. Beast!
Forgive me.
I'm the monster, not you.
MAN: It is too late.
WOMAN: No, it's not too late,
you'll live...
Jack, you must have courage.
You must fight.
MAN: It's like we're dead.
I couldn't do as you said.
But the poor animal...
who has lost his love...
(WIND GUSHING)
can only crawl away...
in time.
He couldn't--
MAN: I couldn't.
WOMAN: No.
WOMAN: No, you--
you must not die.
I--I care too much
about you. Please.
WOMAN: I love you.
(HOARSE BREATHING)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(PANTS)
MAN 2: The beast is no more.
I was the beast.
They cast a spell on me.
I could only be saved
by the love of a woman.
WOMAN: Are such
miracles possible?
MAN 2: Yes.
(GROWLING)
MAN 2: Love can make
a man become a beast.
And love can also make
a beast beautiful.
(DISTANT HOWLING)
(GROWLING)
(STATIC)
PATTI: Honey?
(GROWLING)
Heather, I'm talking to you.
Heather.
(DOOR SHUTS)
Heather?
(OMINOUS MUSIC TURNS TENSE)
(PHONE LINE RINGING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
MAN: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
You've reached
Silver Moon Diner.
Leave a message.
(BEEPS)
(PHONE CLICKS)
PATTI: (SHOUTS) Heather!
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Heather!
Baby, I'm coming!
(PANTING)
Heather, where are you?
(PANTING)
(ENGINE SLOWS)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
HENRY: Patti!
(PANTS)
HENRY: Patti! Go in the house!
Now!
Heather? Baby?
Get away from her!
(WOLF GROWLING)
(PATTI SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING FADES)
(MUSIC FADES)
(SYNTH POP PLAYING)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SIGHS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Come on. Come on.
HEATHER: Coop!
HENRY: Cooper! Shoot, shoot!
You got it! Shoot!
Hardy, come on!
(HORN BLARING)
HENRY: Come on!
Take it easy with that shit.
Good game. Except
for missing all those shots.
Come, let me see your face.
Ew. Gross. Coop.
HEATHER: Lemme get one of these.
COOPER: Piss off.
COACH: All right, listen up.
Our PK was horrible.
What the fuck is this?
Hey, Shep. How are you?
COACH: I'd be a hell of a lot
better if there wasn't a girl
in the boy's locker room, Henry.
Where?
You're a wise guy, huh?
All right.
You should let me
try out for the team.
(COACH LAUGHING)
A, you aren't in high school.
B, you aren't a boy.
I meant the adult team.
Yeah, she can play.
She's real good.
COACH: Would you please
get out of here,
so my boys can finish up?
Yeah. Sorry.
COACH: Why you got to
do that to me, Henry?
HENRY: What? What did I do?
COACH: Henry,
I've known you a long time.
But I'm sorry. It's a no.
(TV PLAYING)
(SHOUTING ON TV)
(CHUCKLES)
(CHEERING ON TV)
MAN: (OVER TV) No, no, no! No!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
(DOOR THUDS)
PATTI: Boys, don't you think
it's time you got to bed?
COOPER: (SIGHS)
Good night, Mom.
PATTI: Good night, sweetie.
PATTI: Good night.
HARDY: Good night, Mom.
PATTI: Go to the store.
Get me some cigarettes.
And some Lambrusco.
They're not going to
sell that to me.
Drop the shit.
Go on, hustle.
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
WOMAN: What just broke?
Shit.
(DOOR BELL CHIMES)
(ENGINE RUNNING)
(LAUGHTER)
Tastes better when it's free.
(CHUCKLES)
Cheers.
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(TV PLAYING ON LOW VOLUME)
(CHEERING ON TV)
(MOANS)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MOANS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY, MOANING)
(BELL DINGS ON TV)
(CHEERING ON TV)
(MUSIC FADES)
(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Cat scratch fever.
It was an easy one.
(CHUCKLES)
But still very impressive.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm Jonine.
Heather.
You work here?
HEATHER: Yeah, I haven't seen
you around before.
No, I just changed ranks
for regionals.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Time to warm up.
JONNY: Okay.
Now.
Bye.
See you.
MARCEL: Very good.
(THUDS)
(GASPS) Oh, shit.
MARCEL: (YELLING)
What are you doing? Come on!
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Hey.
Are you okay?
He fucking left me here.
Who did?
My dad. He's--He's pissed that
I messed up the routine.
Shit. (SCOFFS)
Yeah. He's a fucking dick.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, those pants are crazy.
What?
His bell bottoms. Like,
he's not hiding it from anybody.
Hiding what?
I thought you did great.
He just wants me to be
a good skater, so he can
get on TV or some shit.
It's, like, all he cares about.
He doesn't give a fuck about me.
Hey, I think I know where Dodge
keeps some beers around here.
(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(HEATHER AND JONNY LAUGHING)
HEATHER: I never met
a Jeanine before.
JONNY: It's not Jeanine.
It's Jonine.
No shit. That's a funny name.
Yeah.
My mom made it up because
she lived in Queens
with all the Italians,
and she thought that
it was the most
beautiful name in the world.
And then she spelled it wrong.
(CHUCKLES) What--
JONNY: And my grandma can't
say it, because of the stroke,
so she just calls me Jonny.
Damn,
I like that. (CHUCKLES)
I'm--I'm gonna call you Jonny.
Do whatever you want.
JONNY: Oh, shit.
Your nose is bleeding.
HEATHER: Oh, fuck.
(PHONE RINGING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOG BARKING)
(BARKING CONTINUES)
Cutting it kind of close,
aren't you?
It's not even full yet.
Hm.
She will be.
(DOG BARKING)
Just give me three nights.
And no fucking around.
Okay?
HEATHER: Okay.
HENRY: It's too dangerous.
I know you want to be an adult.
You are an adult.
Yeah, but it's different for us.
We got to take care
of each other.
And this is me
taking care of you.
You just keep pinching it there.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(SNIFFLES, BLOWS)
You hungry?
No.
All right.
Not so late, okay?
Would you not tell Mom?
Your secret's safe with me.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHAINS CLANKING)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hey.
Just saying good night.
I love you.
Dad?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Night, pup.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(MULTIPLE LOCKS CLICKING)
(GRUNTING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
ANCHOR: (OVER TV) Tonight is
our full moon, and we have
a special treat coming up.
A full lunar eclipse
next month...
sometimes referred
to as a blood moon,
due to the dramatic
reddish hue cast over the moon
during the eclipse period.
And that's it for weather.
Back over to you, Susan.
HENRY: Come on boys.
Skate. Skate!
Good shot. Come on!
HEATHER: Try again.
Try again. Come on.
HENRY: Come on, let's go.
Ow. Stop.
HEATHER: Yeah, nice try.
HARDY: Ow!
Hey!
Come on, Hardy, don't pout.
Come on!
COOPER: Hey. Hey.
HEATHER: Hey, hey, hey.
HENRY: Come on!
Just breathe. It's no big deal.
HEATHER: You're just tired.
Let's go eat.
(COOPER GROANS)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
For you.
Hello?
JONNY: (OVER PHONE)
Hi, it's Jonny.
HENRY: I'm serving dinner.
One minute.
Hey.
JONNY: What you up to?
Uh... About to eat dinner.
JONNY: At nine o'clock?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
JONNY: (CHUCKLING) Okay.
Well, you want to meet me
somewhere after?
Uh...
Maybe?
What were you thinking?
JONNY: I was thinking we could
meet up at the corner store
and then we could do something
that's really stupid.
Um...
I--I don't know.
It's not really a good night.
JONNY: Oh, yeah?
You got a busy schedule?
(CHUCKLING)
With that no life of yours?
(LAUGHING)
Okay. I'm sorry, it's just--
I just want to see you.
(SNIFFS)
Is that your dad's jacket?
Yeah.
PATTI: Hm.
Makes you look like a dyke.
You're not going anywhere.
You know that, right?
I'll be back
before midnight, so...
This is not negotiable.
Give me a fucking break.
When are you gonna trust me?
Nothing's happened since then.
It's not about trust.
I just want to feel normal.
Please.
PATTI: I didn't think
you'd be like your dad.
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
It was going to be you and me.
We were going to
be in this together.
You were going to be my girl.
We are still in this together.
No.
No, you're just like him.
PATTI: I swear to God, Heather,
if something happens...
Nothing's going to happen.
Before midnight.
(STERNLY) Before midnight!
(GIGGLES)
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Fucking finally, man.
Hi.
AMBER: Come on, let's go.
Do you want to go
to the casino with us?
Isn't that kind of far?
Who's the virgin?
Hey, man, aren't you, like, 30?
Why do I have to buy your booze?
It's because he's not allowed
in there anymore.
The idiot tried to rob the place
while he was twisted.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Okay, okay.
First of all, I'm 28.
Second of all, in my defense,
I was blacked out that night.
How is that a defense?
Are we fucking going or what?
Come. It'll be fun.
All right, fuck it.
JONNY: Yes.
(CHUCKLING)
(SYNTH POP MUSIC PLAYING)
(OTTO LAUGHING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(JONNY GIGGLING)
OTTO: Look what I got here.
Are you taking fucking acid?
JONNY: Yes. Stop. (CHUCKLING)
Give me that.
It's way too fucking much.
(LAUGHS)
JONNY: Here we go.
OTTO: This night is gonna
be fucking amazing.
You want some?
Uh...
Sure.
Here.
It's gonna feel really good.
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
OTTO: (DISTORTED) Yes!
(MUSIC FADES)
(TRIPPY ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
HEATHER: Whoa!
(DISTORTED LAUGHING)
OTTO: Nice, guys. Come on.
Oh, my God.
This is so crazy.
(DISTORTED CHATTER, LAUGHTER)
(DISTORTED LAUGHTER)
(MUSIC FADES)
(MACHINES BEEPING)
Wow, this place is...
really loud.
You okay?
OTTO: (SCREAMING) Fuck!
Phew.
What the fuck is Otto doing?
JONNY: He's a really sore loser.
GUARD: Let's take a break, man.
Fuck. He's going to get us
kicked out again.
I'm going to get a drink.
OTTO:
Get the fuck off me, bitch.
I'm cool.
Don't touch me, man. I'm cool.
(GRUNTS)
Fucking fascist piece of shit.
(SIGHS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCRATCHING)
OTTO: What is that?
What are you?
Okay.
You want to know what I am?
I'm a palindrome.
Otto.
O-T-T-O.
I am a motherfucking palindrome.
(VOICE ECHOING)
Try to make me go backwards
and it's the fucking same.
Can't change me, man.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(DISTORTED LAUGHING)
(HIGH PITCHED RINGING)
(HAZY SENSUAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES INTO
HIGH PITCHED RINGING)
(SIGHS)
(DISTORTED HOWLING)
(WATCH BEEPS)
(LAUGHTER)
(MOANING)
Yo, I gotta go.
JONNY: What?
OTTO: You gotta chill.
I'm late.
JONNY: She said she's late.
OTTO: Late.
I just said that
I'd be back by now.
OTTO: What?
I said I'd be back.
Okay. Well, don't worry.
Uh, Roger... (KNOCKS)
...doesn't take long.
(LAUGHS)
(WATCH BEEPING)
("CONSUMPTION" PLAYING)
JONNY: Wait. Where's she going?
OTTO: Come on.
Is it past your bed time?
OTTO: Fucking...
JONNY: Heather, wait!
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(RETCHING)
(GROANS)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
HEATHER: (SCREAMING) No!
(DISTORTED BEEPING)
(GROANS)
(GROWLING)
(PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
(HOWLING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES)
(PANTING)
(LOW GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(DOOR CREAKING)
Baby, come on.
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
PATTI: (SNIFFLING)
Come on. (SIGHS)
(LOW GROWLING)
(COUGHS)
(PATTI COUGHING, VOMITING)
(RETCHING)
HENRY: You're okay.
HEATHER: Mom?
(PANTING)
(SHOUTS)
Get the fuck away from me!
(PATTI RETCHING)
HENRY: Go on.
(ICE SKATES GLIDING)
(LIGHTS CLICKING)
COACH: Peterson.
You better start
making more saves, my friend.
Last game, we got murdered.
Sorry, coach.
Stop saying sorry.
And quit eating
those fucking corn dogs
or I will replace you.
Seriously, Peterson,
I got coupons
that saved more than you.
Starts and stops. Let's go.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Look who it is.
This old thing?
I thought you were a goner.
Is the seat taken?
JONNY:
What happened to your eye?
You get in a fight or something?
No, just on the ice, you know?
It's a pretty cool place
to hang out, I guess.
Yeah, um...
Rick was supposed to pick me up.
Rick?
(CHUCKLES)
Rick here?
You got someone fucking
waiting on you.
It's whatever.
No, it's not.
It's fucking cold out.
He's just at baseball practice
or something.
Your hair is so thick.
I can condition it for you.
So pretty. Such a waste.
Thank you.
I just mean you should
take care of it, you know?
I use an egg mask.
Gross.
It's good for you.
I'll give you eggs.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO)
Babe. The car.
JONNY:
We should hang out again soon.
You're really fucking late.
RICK: Who the fuck are you?
(CAR ZOOMING OFF)
So, where were you last night?
So you were with a boy, huh?
Well, your mom's royally pissed.
Nothing happened.
But it could have.
You don't get to
fuck around, Heather.
Get off my back.
What? Heather?
Give me a fucking break, Dad.
HENRY: No.
You don't get
to talk to me like that. Ever!
(LOUD CLATTERING)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
Mom?
(MULTIPLE LOCKS CLICKING)
HEATHER: Fuck.
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(COUGHS)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(CHAINS CLATTERING)
MAN: (OVER TV) Has an easy time
of it and it goes.
Another Vancouver goal!
Sorry I missed that one.
What?
Ignore them, they're freaks.
Jeez.
Hey, Heather.
I thought we'd agreed
we weren't going to spill
our secrets in front of guests.
You see, I found these two...
in the middle of the woods,
late at night, almost starving.
We are blessed
they can even speak.
COOPER: Shut up.
See?
But every day
they bring me so much joy.
But now you're going to
give your sister
some space. Come on, boys.
But the game's just started.
We got drills in the morning.
Let's go. Come on.
COOPER: Heather has to practice.
HENRY: Yeah.
Don't worry about her.
Good night, girls.
Good night, Mr. Anderson.
Good night, Dad.
(SIGHS)
(SCOFFS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
Do you guys have a dog?
HEATHER: No.
Why?
I don't know,
it kind of seems like it.
MAN: (OVER TV)
We're in overtime.
First goal was in
five minutes, sudden death.
Got any beer?
Shit. You scared me.
What's in there?
Uh, it's my dad's room.
JONNY: Oh.
(SHUTS DOOR)
What's with all the locks?
He's just a private person.
Okay.
HEATHER: Do you want to, um,
go back downstairs, maybe?
Is this your car?
Nah.
(CHUCKLES) I mean, it is,
but it's busted, so...
PATTI: Kind of late, huh?
Hey, Mom. I...
HEATHER: Sorry, I thought
you were asleep.
Mom, this is Jonny.
Jonny, this is my mom.
Yeah, I thought
I heard someone else.
It's nice to meet you.
PATTI: Where's your father?
In bed.
Well, he's a fucking
son of a bitch, isn't he?
Good night, Mom.
What?
PATTI: Are you embarrassed
of me or something?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm a friend of Heather's.
Good night, Mom.
PATTI: Well, Heather,
it's a little late for friends.
Okay, I can go.
PATTI: You don't
have a clue, do you?
What?
You don't even know
what they are.
Let's go.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
(OPENING BEER CAN)
Let's just stay here
till she passes out.
Only takes her,
like, ten minutes.
Is she always like that?
HEATHER: Yeah, most nights.
Sometimes she gets so wasted,
she'll crawl into my bed and...
then she'll piss herself.
Damn. That's fucked.
HEATHER: You can go if you want.
No, I want to stay.
I'm sorry, this really--
this really fucking sucks.
JONNY: I have an idea.
Let's pretend that we're
going somewhere really,
really far away from here.
Okay?
Yeah, I like that.
Yeah, nice try.
COOPER:
How did I miss that? Come on!
HARDY: You suck, Cooper.
HENRY: You don't!
(COUGHS) Get after that puck.
HENRY: Come on,
skate like you mean it!
COOPER: Come on,
give me the puck, Hardy!
HENRY: Denied!
Can't get it past her!
Cooper, get after it.
Your shot.
COOPER: Hey!
COOPER: Hey!
HENRY: Stole all that candy
from a baby. Here he comes.
HENRY: Ooh. Denied!
COOPER: Fuck!
Oh, what's this?
I can shoot better than you.
Shut up!
HENRY: What's that?
Easy.
Where's the sportsmanship
I taught you?
It's late. I'm hungry.
HENRY: All right.
Heather, pack it up.
HENRY: Let's go.
(HENRY COUGHS)
You okay, Dad?
Yeah, yeah.
(CLEARING THROAT)
Tryouts are next week.
Shit! Do you hear that?
How'd that happen?
Shit!
(LAUGHS)
Where are you going?
See you, suckers.
I have to be there
at five, okay?
You got it, baby.
Heather, I'm not joking, okay?
He's going to be pissed
if I'm late.
We're almost there, okay?
Did you bring your skates?
(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
ANNOUNCER: (OVER PA)
Next on the ice,
the dynamic duo, the glorious,
the effervescent, the beautiful
father and daughter,
Jonine and Marcel.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
("HEARTBEAT" PLAYING)
I've made it out alive
Through the long dark night
Lonely little light
Dreamt of this once or twice
I think I have arrived
Almost like being alive
I'm feeling oh so life-like
Cause I'm in paradise
Now when my heart beats
Heart beats fast
I keep on dancing
That it's gonna last
Heart beats
Heart beats
Heart beats
(CHEERING, APPLAUDING)
(SIGHS)
(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)
JONNY: Thanks for the ride.
HEATHER: Yeah,
I should have made you walk.
JONNY:Fuck you. (CHUCKLES)
Let's go!
(HORN BLARING)
(HEATHER SIGHS)
So, how does it feel back there?
I wouldn't push it.
Because it feels
pretty good on this side.
You cannot have a job.
All right, I do need that, so...
What are you havin'?
I'm hungry.
Uh, nachos.
Okay, and what about you?
I think I will have
some popcorn.
Popcorn and nachos
for the lovely maidens, please.
Coming right up.
(DOOR SHUTTING)
PATTI:
You fucking son of a bitch!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
How did she get here?
Piece of shit!
What? Mom's not allowed
to the fucking game?
I mean, just look at this
family fucking outing!
Yeah, I know, I know.
God forbid that
I'm included in anything
in this fucking family!
PATTI: Don't touch me,
don't you fucking touch me.
Am I not allowed
to be here, huh?
No. Come on.
PATTI:
Aren't I allowed to be here?
Can I not be here? (SOBBING)
She's my kid, too,
for fuck's sake!
Don't touch me!
I don't want to go home!
I'm so sorry.
PATTI: You're such an asshole!
It's okay.
(SIGHS)
Kid, this one's on the house.
Thanks, Dodge.
(INDISTINCT ARGUING)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(ARGUMENT CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
(SOBS LIGHTLY)
JONNY: I asked for space.
You can't just call me.
RICK:
I called you after practice.
Two days in a fucking row.
And you didn't respond to me.
You know I'm the only person
in this town
who fucking cares about you?
JONNY: I asked for space, Rick.
(GRUNTS ANGRILY)
Hey, guys. What's up?
Fuck off.
Rick, will you please
just back the fuck up
for a minute, please?
You're going out there?
Yeah, I guess I have to practice
against the whole team.
I'll be out there
in two seconds.
Yo, go away.
You don't have to
stay and watch.
No, I want to.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT ARGUING)
Fuck off!
COACH: All right, boys,
let's go. Let's do this.
(MUSIC FADES)
All right, boys, bring it in.
That's enough.
(PHONE RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
PATTI: Heather, get the phone.
Hello?
JONNY: Hi.
Hey.
JONNY: I'm sorry.
It's cool.
JONNY: Well, how did it go?
I don't want to talk about it.
JONNY: Shit, I'm sorry.
What happened?
I just really
don't want to talk about it.
JONNY: Okay. Okay.
Let's go out.
We can cheer each other up.
Pick me up?
(SYNTH POP MUSIC PLAYING)
I don't hate many things,
but I sure as fuck
hate baseball.
(JONNY LAUGHING, CHEERING)
Drink up, Rick, you bitch!
Fuck your field!
You're gonna pay!
(BOTH CHEERING)
Go get 'em. Go get 'em.
(MUSIC FADES)
(ENGINE RUNNING)
HEATHER:
Is Rick always like that?
JONNY:
I don't want to talk about it.
HEATHER: Earlier,
the way he was with you,
it makes me so mad in a way
I've never fucking felt.
Fuck Rick. Fuck Rick
and his teeny, tiny,
little Rick dick.
I just wish I could protect you.
You do.
(JONNY HICCUPING)
(CHUCKLES)
We're gonna have to scare you.
Give me that.
HEATHER: Okay.
Uh, once upon a time,
there was a little old man
who lived at the end
of a dark and scary road.
He lived all by himself.
(HICCUPS)
He was very lonely.
No one came to visit him.
So, in the nighttime,
he would lay awake in the dark
and just pray to die.
Till one night,
he felt something,
like a pressure,
going up his leg.
Felt it on his stomach,
and he thought,
"Is this some ghost lady
trying to make my night?"
(HICCUPS) You perv.
(LAUGHS)
He pulls back the covers and...
it's a snake!
(GASPS)
And it bites
his pecker clean off.
Fuck. (LAUGHS)
See, I scared you.
You did not scare me.
That was so stupid.
Well, it is a true story, so...
Mm-hm. Right. (CHUCKLES)
Should we go?
Where?
So, do you come here often?
(CHUCKLES)
Remember how
I scared you earlier?
You did not scare me.
Agree to disagree.
I wonder what would
really scare you.
What do you mean?
I wonder if what I want
would scare you.
What do you want?
AMBER: Oh, hello.
Look who decided to show up.
Well, we're here.
Let's go.
Finally. Jeez.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
("HANDS ALL OVER ME" PLAYING)
Oh, put your hands
All over me
Do everything I'd like
Lift me up
I'm holding you tight
Waste another moment with me
It's a matter of courtesy
'Cause I'm really not
Feeling that bad
Okay, so, I should go in with it
and order first.
How am I gonna get in?
Coop, don't be a little bitch.
I'll give it to you after.
Put your hands
All over me
Do everything I'd like
I love this song.
Can we play it?
Lift me up
I'm holding you tight
I'm never gonna change
So just keep that in mind
But I'll tell you so you know
The things you'd never show
Defeat me when
There's nothing to hide
That's it, fellas.
When you say you know me
Then it's not so hard
To show me
Let you take these kisses
Into the light
Put your hands all over me
Do everything I'd like
Lift me up
I'm holding you tight
DOGS BARKING)
(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUFFLED LAUGHTER)
JONNY: What scares me?
I want to know.
(MOANS)
(MUSIC TURNS SINISTER)
(MOANS)
(MUFFLED GROWLING)
Hey.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUDS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
HARDY: Ah, Cooper!
Hey, guys. Let's play.
We just finished.
Cooper, come on.
What's going on?
We got a team meeting.
(WATER RUNNING)
(TURNS OFF TAP)
(SPITS)
(PHONE LINE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
(LINE BEEPING)
(DOOR SHUTTING)
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
How's your buddy?
HEATHER: (SIGHS) Who?
I don't know.
Here.
Come on.
(CHUCKLES)
You're a good kid.
Thanks.
(KNOCKS)
Yes?
(WHINES)
Hey, is Jonny home?
No, she's not. Shh.
(DOG WHINING)
She missed practice today.
Oh, I know.
(DOG WHINING)
MARCEL: Stop it.
Okay. Um, is she all right?
That's really
none of your business.
Wow. Okay. Um...
I've just been having a really
hard time getting a hold of her.
Uh, maybe I can
pass along a message.
Sure. Um...
How about,
"What the hell, Jonny?"
(WHINES AGGRESSIVELY)
MARCEL: Shh!
Get away from my house.
You are not welcome here.
And from what I understand,
you were never welcome here.
(STERNLY) So, go!
And do not return.
What a bitch.
Not you,
you're perfect. (KISSES)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
HENRY: (SHOUTS) Hey, ref,
that's a fucking slash.
Five, not two.
Jesus, who are you
playing for, ref?
Heather, what do you think?
HENRY: Huh?
Yeah.
What?
HENRY: Oh, look out!
MAN: (OVER TV) Holy smokes!
There, they've had it.
And they're taking turns
throwing 'em.
Boy, these two are going at it.
(SOBS SOFTLY)
Knock-knock.
(SNIFFLES) Jesus, Dad.
You look like a maniac.
Yeah, well...
I thought it
accentuated my eyes.
(CHUCKLES)
(COUGHS) I'm trying.
I know.
So...
want to talk about it?
No.
That's fair.
Is it about the tryout?
Dad, no.
I thought you did great.
Thanks, Dad.
Whoever's doing this to you,
they don't deserve you.
(GULPING)
Kids, come on.
They don't know
what the fuck they want.
Fuck them. You don't need them.
HENRY: Come on, Heather.
I want to show you something.
Look at that.
That's a beauty.
Isn't it wild
what she can do to us?
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, when I was a kid,
I used to want to rip that moon
right out of the sky.
But life doesn't work
that way, does it?
I tried to be alone once,
but I couldn't stay away
from your ma.
Now, look how lucky I am.
Someday someone's
going to come along...
and accept you for who you are.
I can't just be who I am.
HENRY: No, it's painful,
but you can.
We can make anything work.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Speaking of which...
you should get
this baby working.
Yeah, right, Dad.
No, I'm serious.
I'll help you.
Sure. Okay.
Don't you ever "okay, sure" me.
(WIND HOWLING)
(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SOBS)
(MOANS)
(MUSIC GROWS SUSPENSEFUL)
I think you should go.
What are you?
(GROWLING)
(SOBS)
(PHONE LINE RINGING)
JONNY: (OVER PHONE) Hello?
Hey.
JONNY: Hi.
What's up? I feel like
I haven't seen you forever.
JONNY: Oh, yeah.
I've just been... busy.
Yeah, what have--
what have you been up to?
JONNY: Just this and that.
Right.
Okay.
You want to
do something tonight?
JONNY: I'm going
to a party tonight.
Oh, yeah? With Otto?
JONNY: No, um, it's at
Rick's friend's house.
Cool.
JONNY: You can come
if you want.
Yeah, sure. Um...
Yeah, I'll come meet you.
(DANCE MUSIC THUMPING INSIDE)
I know you see me, baby
I know you see me
I know you see me, baby
Like wow
I know you see me
I know you see me, baby
I know you see me, baby
What the fuck?
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hey, what's up?
Hey.
Okay.
RICK: So back to business.
Um, what about Toofer's mom?
Yeah.
ANDY: She's fuckin' foxy, man.
SEBO: Would totally smash.
(GUYS LAUGHING)
ANDY: Did you hear that Eric
is banging his sister?
RICK: Shut the fuck up.
ANDY: No shit. It's true.
RICK: Don't blame him though.
I definitely tried to get that.
(LAUGHS)
I--I bet your mom's hot.
Oh, my mom's dead.
She killed herself.
Jonny, what the fuck?
It's true.
Well, we all know
that your mom's a dog.
Fuck you, buddy.
Woof!
(LAUGHS)
Actually, Heather's mom
is a drunk.
Sometimes she goes into
Heather's bed because
she thinks it's her own.
Don't.
JONNY:
And then she pisses herself.
Right, Heather?
Shit.
That's fucked up.
(GUYS CHUCKLING)
(SLAMS)
(SNOW CRUNCHING)
HEATHER: What the fuck
is going on?
I don't think
we should hang out anymore.
Jonny.
Don't call me that.
I'm not gay, okay, so...
Can you just get over it?
(SOBBING)
Just go home.
Jonny.
Jonny, come on.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUFFLED CRYING)
(SOBBING)
(WOLF HOWLING)
So, end of the third,
we got your buddy,
Peterson, or, yeah,
whatever the hell his name is.
Boy, that kid,
never seen a puck
he didn't like.
It was a good game.
You should have come.
(GROANING)
Dad, you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I just got...
some heart--
(CLATTERING)
(HENRY GROANS)
HEATHER: Dad?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRYING)
(BOTH CRYING)
(MUSIC GROWS MELANCHOLIC)
(WOLF HOWLING)
(SOBS) Dad.
(SOBS)
(SOBBING CONTINUES)
(CRYING)
Okay, boys.
Come on. Say your goodbyes
to your father.
(CRYING)
(HOWLING)
(HOWLING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC GROWS TENSE)
(SOBS)
(SNIFFS)
(SCISSORS SNIPPING)
(SOBS)
(SNIFFS)
HARDY: What the fuck?
COOPER: What happened?
HEATHER: Move.
HARDY: No,
I don't want you here.
Hardy, move.
You, you dyke. Look at you!
You killed him.
You killed Dad.
Fuck!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
He found out about you.
And it killed him.
(FAINT GROWLING)
Bitch!
HEATHER: Stop! Stop it.
Stop it! Stop! Stop.
Stop it.
Stop. God damn it. Stop it!
COOPER: Stop.
Heather, what the fuck
is happening?
(CRYING)
Heather, come back here!
(HEATHER WHIMPERING)
PATTI:
You can't leave. Not tonight!
(SHOUTS) Heather!
(WATCH BEEPING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
Look at that.
MAN: It's turning red.
(SOFT ROCK PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS)
(POOL BALLS CLATTERING)
(GROANS)
(SNIFFS)
(WATCH BEEPING)
(SNIFFLES)
What's up, Heather?
(LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)
Forget it, man. They suck.
Let's go have a smoke, you know?
(HIGH PITCHED BEEPING)
Chill?
You want some pot?
No.
All right.
Well, okay. Fuck this.
What happened?
You don't get to just fucking
pretend you don't know me.
ANDY: Oh!
Fuck.
I think you should
get out of here.
No.
Heather, please,
I really think you should--
No.
You're hurting me.
You're fucking hurting me.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
What the fuck happened to you?
Jonine, is this dyke
giving you trouble?
Rick, just relax, okay?
What's your deal, bro?
JONNY: Hey. Hey!
RICK: Don't fucking touch her.
JONNY: Heather.
ANDY: Let's go.
JONNY: Heather, please.
You pretend you don't
fucking know me.
You don't say my fucking name!
(SCREAMS) You hear me, Jonny!
You don't say my fucking name!
MAN: (OVER TV)
I watch him move in, move in,
just goes right
to the side of the net.
(INCREASING VOLUME)
Has an easy time of it,
and it goes.
Another Vancouver goal...
(GASPS)
Dyke!
(GROANS)
RICK: Bitch!
ANDY: No one wants you here.
Go home.
HEATHER: You think it
makes you look tough?
Hitting your fucking girl?
(HEATHER BREATHING HEAVILY)
Huh?
(THUDS)
(GRUNTS)
(COUGHS)
ANDY: Holy fuck.
(HEATHER GROANS)
Go inside, lock the door,
don't open 'til I knock.
Hell yeah.
RICK: Go.
Okay.
Come on.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
AMBER: Let's go.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(THUDS)
(COUGHS, GROANS)
Leave Jonine alone, you cunt!
You, your family,
your stupid fucking brothers,
your dogfuck mom, can fuck off!
Jonine ain't interested.
So leave her alone,
and while you're at it,
don't fucking come
around here anymore either.
Your daddy couldn't
even hack it.
Bitch.
(SOBS)
(SNIFFLES)
Hey, Rick.
You should know something.
You can't even make her come.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Yeah? And you can?
Yeah.
(WATCH BEEPING)
You just don't know
when to quit, do you?
So...
(SCREAMS) Fuck you!
(THUDDING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(SNIFFLES)
(SNARLING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(GROWLING)
(SNARLING)
(RICK SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS ECHOING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROWLING)
(SNARLS)
(DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC
MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLING)
(HOWLS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(PATTI SIGHING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
(PATTI SIGHS)
(GROANS)
PATTI: You have to leave.
Tonight.
It's not safe here for you.
(NEWS JINGLE PLAYING)
Local baseball star
Richard Gravel is dead,
following a fatal attack
last night
by what authorities claim
was a lone wolf.
Witnesses described
a large dog fleeing the scene
outside area bar, The Rock,
just after midnight.
The animal was last seen
wandering the woods
on the town's north perimeter,
following the incident.
If you or anyone you know
has seen an animal
that fits this description,
please contact
local law enforcement.
More as the story develops.
MAN: (OVER RADIO) The forecast,
cloudy skies with flurries.
We could expect up to
an inch of snow
and a high of only 31.
Overnight flurries will increase
with total accumulations
of three inches.
With the wind out of the north
at 19 miles per hour,
it's currently 28 degrees.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
HEATHER:
You know, when I was a kid
I used to want to rip that moon
right out of the sky.
But life doesn't work that way,
does it?
It's painful,
but we can make anything work.
(UPTEMPO SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING)
The moon is high
When you look at me
Like an animal
Now I'm trying to
Get you high,
Yes, I need more
I've come to believe
The sweet relief
Is all we have in this world
So I won't try, won't try,
Won't try anymore
I'm better off inside
Your clothes, inside your home
And it's not safe to
Keep you tame, wicked animal
I need to succumb to
Your thought and your control
So I won't try, won't try,
Won't try anymore
So let you go in all
The ways that I want you to
And we did it right
And we stay right here
So let me go
Split the yolk, oh, wow,
Don't choke, my animal
I take my time,
Go through the window
Into your back door
In all the ways that
I want you to
And it didn't matter when
You say that you want me to
To make me bleed
(DISTORTED MUMBLED SINGING)
Falling down the stairs
And into your hands
Why does the moon come out
Whenever you ask me
To dance?
I'm falling down the stairs
And into your hands
Why does the moon come out
Whenever you ask me
To dance?
So let you go
In all the ways that
I want you to
And we did it right
And we stay right here
I want you to
So let you go in all the ways
That I want you to
And it didn't matter when
You say that you want me to
You're a chain
Around my head
I am twisted in the bed
You're a chain
Around my head
I am twisted in the bed
(MUSIC FADES)
You can't mess
with animals, man.
Cardinal rule.
(WOLF HOWLING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
WOMAN: (OVER TV) Beast. Beast!
Forgive me.
I'm the monster, not you.
MAN: It is too late.
WOMAN: No, it's not too late,
you'll live...
Jack, you must have courage.
You must fight.
MAN: It's like we're dead.
I couldn't do as you said.
But the poor animal...
who has lost his love...
(WIND GUSHING)
can only crawl away...
in time.
He couldn't--
MAN: I couldn't.
WOMAN: No.
WOMAN: No, you--
you must not die.
I--I care too much
about you. Please.
WOMAN: I love you.
(HOARSE BREATHING)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
(PANTS)
MAN 2: The beast is no more.
I was the beast.
They cast a spell on me.
I could only be saved
by the love of a woman.
WOMAN: Are such
miracles possible?
MAN 2: Yes.
(GROWLING)
MAN 2: Love can make
a man become a beast.
And love can also make
a beast beautiful.
(DISTANT HOWLING)
(GROWLING)
(STATIC)
PATTI: Honey?
(GROWLING)
Heather, I'm talking to you.
Heather.
(DOOR SHUTS)
Heather?
(OMINOUS MUSIC TURNS TENSE)
(PHONE LINE RINGING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
MAN: (ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
You've reached
Silver Moon Diner.
Leave a message.
(BEEPS)
(PHONE CLICKS)
PATTI: (SHOUTS) Heather!
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Heather!
Baby, I'm coming!
(PANTING)
Heather, where are you?
(PANTING)
(ENGINE SLOWS)
(CAR DOOR SLAMS)
HENRY: Patti!
(PANTS)
HENRY: Patti! Go in the house!
Now!
Heather? Baby?
Get away from her!
(WOLF GROWLING)
(PATTI SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING FADES)
(MUSIC FADES)
(SYNTH POP PLAYING)
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SIGHS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Come on. Come on.
HEATHER: Coop!
HENRY: Cooper! Shoot, shoot!
You got it! Shoot!
Hardy, come on!
(HORN BLARING)
HENRY: Come on!
Take it easy with that shit.
Good game. Except
for missing all those shots.
Come, let me see your face.
Ew. Gross. Coop.
HEATHER: Lemme get one of these.
COOPER: Piss off.
COACH: All right, listen up.
Our PK was horrible.
What the fuck is this?
Hey, Shep. How are you?
COACH: I'd be a hell of a lot
better if there wasn't a girl
in the boy's locker room, Henry.
Where?
You're a wise guy, huh?
All right.
You should let me
try out for the team.
(COACH LAUGHING)
A, you aren't in high school.
B, you aren't a boy.
I meant the adult team.
Yeah, she can play.
She's real good.
COACH: Would you please
get out of here,
so my boys can finish up?
Yeah. Sorry.
COACH: Why you got to
do that to me, Henry?
HENRY: What? What did I do?
COACH: Henry,
I've known you a long time.
But I'm sorry. It's a no.
(TV PLAYING)
(SHOUTING ON TV)
(CHUCKLES)
(CHEERING ON TV)
MAN: (OVER TV) No, no, no! No!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
(DOOR THUDS)
PATTI: Boys, don't you think
it's time you got to bed?
COOPER: (SIGHS)
Good night, Mom.
PATTI: Good night, sweetie.
PATTI: Good night.
HARDY: Good night, Mom.
PATTI: Go to the store.
Get me some cigarettes.
And some Lambrusco.
They're not going to
sell that to me.
Drop the shit.
Go on, hustle.
(MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)
WOMAN: What just broke?
Shit.
(DOOR BELL CHIMES)
(ENGINE RUNNING)
(LAUGHTER)
Tastes better when it's free.
(CHUCKLES)
Cheers.
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(TV PLAYING ON LOW VOLUME)
(CHEERING ON TV)
(MOANS)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MOANS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY, MOANING)
(BELL DINGS ON TV)
(CHEERING ON TV)
(MUSIC FADES)
(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)
Cat scratch fever.
It was an easy one.
(CHUCKLES)
But still very impressive.
(CHUCKLES)
I'm Jonine.
Heather.
You work here?
HEATHER: Yeah, I haven't seen
you around before.
No, I just changed ranks
for regionals.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Time to warm up.
JONNY: Okay.
Now.
Bye.
See you.
MARCEL: Very good.
(THUDS)
(GASPS) Oh, shit.
MARCEL: (YELLING)
What are you doing? Come on!
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Hey.
Are you okay?
He fucking left me here.
Who did?
My dad. He's--He's pissed that
I messed up the routine.
Shit. (SCOFFS)
Yeah. He's a fucking dick.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, those pants are crazy.
What?
His bell bottoms. Like,
he's not hiding it from anybody.
Hiding what?
I thought you did great.
He just wants me to be
a good skater, so he can
get on TV or some shit.
It's, like, all he cares about.
He doesn't give a fuck about me.
Hey, I think I know where Dodge
keeps some beers around here.
(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(HEATHER AND JONNY LAUGHING)
HEATHER: I never met
a Jeanine before.
JONNY: It's not Jeanine.
It's Jonine.
No shit. That's a funny name.
Yeah.
My mom made it up because
she lived in Queens
with all the Italians,
and she thought that
it was the most
beautiful name in the world.
And then she spelled it wrong.
(CHUCKLES) What--
JONNY: And my grandma can't
say it, because of the stroke,
so she just calls me Jonny.
Damn,
I like that. (CHUCKLES)
I'm--I'm gonna call you Jonny.
Do whatever you want.
JONNY: Oh, shit.
Your nose is bleeding.
HEATHER: Oh, fuck.
(PHONE RINGING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(DOG BARKING)
(BARKING CONTINUES)
Cutting it kind of close,
aren't you?
It's not even full yet.
Hm.
She will be.
(DOG BARKING)
Just give me three nights.
And no fucking around.
Okay?
HEATHER: Okay.
HENRY: It's too dangerous.
I know you want to be an adult.
You are an adult.
Yeah, but it's different for us.
We got to take care
of each other.
And this is me
taking care of you.
You just keep pinching it there.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(SNIFFLES, BLOWS)
You hungry?
No.
All right.
Not so late, okay?
Would you not tell Mom?
Your secret's safe with me.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHAINS CLANKING)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Hey.
Just saying good night.
I love you.
Dad?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Night, pup.
(DOOR SHUTS)
(MULTIPLE LOCKS CLICKING)
(GRUNTING)
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)
ANCHOR: (OVER TV) Tonight is
our full moon, and we have
a special treat coming up.
A full lunar eclipse
next month...
sometimes referred
to as a blood moon,
due to the dramatic
reddish hue cast over the moon
during the eclipse period.
And that's it for weather.
Back over to you, Susan.
HENRY: Come on boys.
Skate. Skate!
Good shot. Come on!
HEATHER: Try again.
Try again. Come on.
HENRY: Come on, let's go.
Ow. Stop.
HEATHER: Yeah, nice try.
HARDY: Ow!
Hey!
Come on, Hardy, don't pout.
Come on!
COOPER: Hey. Hey.
HEATHER: Hey, hey, hey.
HENRY: Come on!
Just breathe. It's no big deal.
HEATHER: You're just tired.
Let's go eat.
(COOPER GROANS)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
For you.
Hello?
JONNY: (OVER PHONE)
Hi, it's Jonny.
HENRY: I'm serving dinner.
One minute.
Hey.
JONNY: What you up to?
Uh... About to eat dinner.
JONNY: At nine o'clock?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
JONNY: (CHUCKLING) Okay.
Well, you want to meet me
somewhere after?
Uh...
Maybe?
What were you thinking?
JONNY: I was thinking we could
meet up at the corner store
and then we could do something
that's really stupid.
Um...
I--I don't know.
It's not really a good night.
JONNY: Oh, yeah?
You got a busy schedule?
(CHUCKLING)
With that no life of yours?
(LAUGHING)
Okay. I'm sorry, it's just--
I just want to see you.
(SNIFFS)
Is that your dad's jacket?
Yeah.
PATTI: Hm.
Makes you look like a dyke.
You're not going anywhere.
You know that, right?
I'll be back
before midnight, so...
This is not negotiable.
Give me a fucking break.
When are you gonna trust me?
Nothing's happened since then.
It's not about trust.
I just want to feel normal.
Please.
PATTI: I didn't think
you'd be like your dad.
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
It was going to be you and me.
We were going to
be in this together.
You were going to be my girl.
We are still in this together.
No.
No, you're just like him.
PATTI: I swear to God, Heather,
if something happens...
Nothing's going to happen.
Before midnight.
(STERNLY) Before midnight!
(GIGGLES)
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Fucking finally, man.
Hi.
AMBER: Come on, let's go.
Do you want to go
to the casino with us?
Isn't that kind of far?
Who's the virgin?
Hey, man, aren't you, like, 30?
Why do I have to buy your booze?
It's because he's not allowed
in there anymore.
The idiot tried to rob the place
while he was twisted.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Okay, okay.
First of all, I'm 28.
Second of all, in my defense,
I was blacked out that night.
How is that a defense?
Are we fucking going or what?
Come. It'll be fun.
All right, fuck it.
JONNY: Yes.
(CHUCKLING)
(SYNTH POP MUSIC PLAYING)
(OTTO LAUGHING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(JONNY GIGGLING)
OTTO: Look what I got here.
Are you taking fucking acid?
JONNY: Yes. Stop. (CHUCKLING)
Give me that.
It's way too fucking much.
(LAUGHS)
JONNY: Here we go.
OTTO: This night is gonna
be fucking amazing.
You want some?
Uh...
Sure.
Here.
It's gonna feel really good.
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
OTTO: (DISTORTED) Yes!
(MUSIC FADES)
(TRIPPY ELECTRONIC MUSIC)
HEATHER: Whoa!
(DISTORTED LAUGHING)
OTTO: Nice, guys. Come on.
Oh, my God.
This is so crazy.
(DISTORTED CHATTER, LAUGHTER)
(DISTORTED LAUGHTER)
(MUSIC FADES)
(MACHINES BEEPING)
Wow, this place is...
really loud.
You okay?
OTTO: (SCREAMING) Fuck!
Phew.
What the fuck is Otto doing?
JONNY: He's a really sore loser.
GUARD: Let's take a break, man.
Fuck. He's going to get us
kicked out again.
I'm going to get a drink.
OTTO:
Get the fuck off me, bitch.
I'm cool.
Don't touch me, man. I'm cool.
(GRUNTS)
Fucking fascist piece of shit.
(SIGHS)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SCRATCHING)
OTTO: What is that?
What are you?
Okay.
You want to know what I am?
I'm a palindrome.
Otto.
O-T-T-O.
I am a motherfucking palindrome.
(VOICE ECHOING)
Try to make me go backwards
and it's the fucking same.
Can't change me, man.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(DISTORTED LAUGHING)
(HIGH PITCHED RINGING)
(HAZY SENSUAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES INTO
HIGH PITCHED RINGING)
(SIGHS)
(DISTORTED HOWLING)
(WATCH BEEPS)
(LAUGHTER)
(MOANING)
Yo, I gotta go.
JONNY: What?
OTTO: You gotta chill.
I'm late.
JONNY: She said she's late.
OTTO: Late.
I just said that
I'd be back by now.
OTTO: What?
I said I'd be back.
Okay. Well, don't worry.
Uh, Roger... (KNOCKS)
...doesn't take long.
(LAUGHS)
(WATCH BEEPING)
("CONSUMPTION" PLAYING)
JONNY: Wait. Where's she going?
OTTO: Come on.
Is it past your bed time?
OTTO: Fucking...
JONNY: Heather, wait!
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(RETCHING)
(GROANS)
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
HEATHER: (SCREAMING) No!
(DISTORTED BEEPING)
(GROANS)
(GROWLING)
(PANTING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROWLING)
(HOWLING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC CONTINUES)
(PANTING)
(LOW GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(DOOR CREAKING)
Baby, come on.
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
PATTI: (SNIFFLING)
Come on. (SIGHS)
(LOW GROWLING)
(COUGHS)
(PATTI COUGHING, VOMITING)
(RETCHING)
HENRY: You're okay.
HEATHER: Mom?
(PANTING)
(SHOUTS)
Get the fuck away from me!
(PATTI RETCHING)
HENRY: Go on.
(ICE SKATES GLIDING)
(LIGHTS CLICKING)
COACH: Peterson.
You better start
making more saves, my friend.
Last game, we got murdered.
Sorry, coach.
Stop saying sorry.
And quit eating
those fucking corn dogs
or I will replace you.
Seriously, Peterson,
I got coupons
that saved more than you.
Starts and stops. Let's go.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Look who it is.
This old thing?
I thought you were a goner.
Is the seat taken?
JONNY:
What happened to your eye?
You get in a fight or something?
No, just on the ice, you know?
It's a pretty cool place
to hang out, I guess.
Yeah, um...
Rick was supposed to pick me up.
Rick?
(CHUCKLES)
Rick here?
You got someone fucking
waiting on you.
It's whatever.
No, it's not.
It's fucking cold out.
He's just at baseball practice
or something.
Your hair is so thick.
I can condition it for you.
So pretty. Such a waste.
Thank you.
I just mean you should
take care of it, you know?
I use an egg mask.
Gross.
It's good for you.
I'll give you eggs.
(BOTH LAUGH)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING OVER STEREO)
Babe. The car.
JONNY:
We should hang out again soon.
You're really fucking late.
RICK: Who the fuck are you?
(CAR ZOOMING OFF)
So, where were you last night?
So you were with a boy, huh?
Well, your mom's royally pissed.
Nothing happened.
But it could have.
You don't get to
fuck around, Heather.
Get off my back.
What? Heather?
Give me a fucking break, Dad.
HENRY: No.
You don't get
to talk to me like that. Ever!
(LOUD CLATTERING)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
Mom?
(MULTIPLE LOCKS CLICKING)
HEATHER: Fuck.
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(GASPS)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(COUGHS)
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(CHAINS CLATTERING)
MAN: (OVER TV) Has an easy time
of it and it goes.
Another Vancouver goal!
Sorry I missed that one.
What?
Ignore them, they're freaks.
Jeez.
Hey, Heather.
I thought we'd agreed
we weren't going to spill
our secrets in front of guests.
You see, I found these two...
in the middle of the woods,
late at night, almost starving.
We are blessed
they can even speak.
COOPER: Shut up.
See?
But every day
they bring me so much joy.
But now you're going to
give your sister
some space. Come on, boys.
But the game's just started.
We got drills in the morning.
Let's go. Come on.
COOPER: Heather has to practice.
HENRY: Yeah.
Don't worry about her.
Good night, girls.
Good night, Mr. Anderson.
Good night, Dad.
(SIGHS)
(SCOFFS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
Do you guys have a dog?
HEATHER: No.
Why?
I don't know,
it kind of seems like it.
MAN: (OVER TV)
We're in overtime.
First goal was in
five minutes, sudden death.
Got any beer?
Shit. You scared me.
What's in there?
Uh, it's my dad's room.
JONNY: Oh.
(SHUTS DOOR)
What's with all the locks?
He's just a private person.
Okay.
HEATHER: Do you want to, um,
go back downstairs, maybe?
Is this your car?
Nah.
(CHUCKLES) I mean, it is,
but it's busted, so...
PATTI: Kind of late, huh?
Hey, Mom. I...
HEATHER: Sorry, I thought
you were asleep.
Mom, this is Jonny.
Jonny, this is my mom.
Yeah, I thought
I heard someone else.
It's nice to meet you.
PATTI: Where's your father?
In bed.
Well, he's a fucking
son of a bitch, isn't he?
Good night, Mom.
What?
PATTI: Are you embarrassed
of me or something?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm a friend of Heather's.
Good night, Mom.
PATTI: Well, Heather,
it's a little late for friends.
Okay, I can go.
PATTI: You don't
have a clue, do you?
What?
You don't even know
what they are.
Let's go.
(CAR DOOR SHUTS)
(OPENING BEER CAN)
Let's just stay here
till she passes out.
Only takes her,
like, ten minutes.
Is she always like that?
HEATHER: Yeah, most nights.
Sometimes she gets so wasted,
she'll crawl into my bed and...
then she'll piss herself.
Damn. That's fucked.
HEATHER: You can go if you want.
No, I want to stay.
I'm sorry, this really--
this really fucking sucks.
JONNY: I have an idea.
Let's pretend that we're
going somewhere really,
really far away from here.
Okay?
Yeah, I like that.
Yeah, nice try.
COOPER:
How did I miss that? Come on!
HARDY: You suck, Cooper.
HENRY: You don't!
(COUGHS) Get after that puck.
HENRY: Come on,
skate like you mean it!
COOPER: Come on,
give me the puck, Hardy!
HENRY: Denied!
Can't get it past her!
Cooper, get after it.
Your shot.
COOPER: Hey!
COOPER: Hey!
HENRY: Stole all that candy
from a baby. Here he comes.
HENRY: Ooh. Denied!
COOPER: Fuck!
Oh, what's this?
I can shoot better than you.
Shut up!
HENRY: What's that?
Easy.
Where's the sportsmanship
I taught you?
It's late. I'm hungry.
HENRY: All right.
Heather, pack it up.
HENRY: Let's go.
(HENRY COUGHS)
You okay, Dad?
Yeah, yeah.
(CLEARING THROAT)
Tryouts are next week.
Shit! Do you hear that?
How'd that happen?
Shit!
(LAUGHS)
Where are you going?
See you, suckers.
I have to be there
at five, okay?
You got it, baby.
Heather, I'm not joking, okay?
He's going to be pissed
if I'm late.
We're almost there, okay?
Did you bring your skates?
(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
ANNOUNCER: (OVER PA)
Next on the ice,
the dynamic duo, the glorious,
the effervescent, the beautiful
father and daughter,
Jonine and Marcel.
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
("HEARTBEAT" PLAYING)
I've made it out alive
Through the long dark night
Lonely little light
Dreamt of this once or twice
I think I have arrived
Almost like being alive
I'm feeling oh so life-like
Cause I'm in paradise
Now when my heart beats
Heart beats fast
I keep on dancing
That it's gonna last
Heart beats
Heart beats
Heart beats
(CHEERING, APPLAUDING)
(SIGHS)
(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)
JONNY: Thanks for the ride.
HEATHER: Yeah,
I should have made you walk.
JONNY:Fuck you. (CHUCKLES)
Let's go!
(HORN BLARING)
(HEATHER SIGHS)
So, how does it feel back there?
I wouldn't push it.
Because it feels
pretty good on this side.
You cannot have a job.
All right, I do need that, so...
What are you havin'?
I'm hungry.
Uh, nachos.
Okay, and what about you?
I think I will have
some popcorn.
Popcorn and nachos
for the lovely maidens, please.
Coming right up.
(DOOR SHUTTING)
PATTI:
You fucking son of a bitch!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
How did she get here?
Piece of shit!
What? Mom's not allowed
to the fucking game?
I mean, just look at this
family fucking outing!
Yeah, I know, I know.
God forbid that
I'm included in anything
in this fucking family!
PATTI: Don't touch me,
don't you fucking touch me.
Am I not allowed
to be here, huh?
No. Come on.
PATTI:
Aren't I allowed to be here?
Can I not be here? (SOBBING)
She's my kid, too,
for fuck's sake!
Don't touch me!
I don't want to go home!
I'm so sorry.
PATTI: You're such an asshole!
It's okay.
(SIGHS)
Kid, this one's on the house.
Thanks, Dodge.
(INDISTINCT ARGUING)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(ARGUMENT CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)
(SOBS LIGHTLY)
JONNY: I asked for space.
You can't just call me.
RICK:
I called you after practice.
Two days in a fucking row.
And you didn't respond to me.
You know I'm the only person
in this town
who fucking cares about you?
JONNY: I asked for space, Rick.
(GRUNTS ANGRILY)
Hey, guys. What's up?
Fuck off.
Rick, will you please
just back the fuck up
for a minute, please?
You're going out there?
Yeah, I guess I have to practice
against the whole team.
I'll be out there
in two seconds.
Yo, go away.
You don't have to
stay and watch.
No, I want to.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT ARGUING)
Fuck off!
COACH: All right, boys,
let's go. Let's do this.
(MUSIC FADES)
All right, boys, bring it in.
That's enough.
(PHONE RINGING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
PATTI: Heather, get the phone.
Hello?
JONNY: Hi.
Hey.
JONNY: I'm sorry.
It's cool.
JONNY: Well, how did it go?
I don't want to talk about it.
JONNY: Shit, I'm sorry.
What happened?
I just really
don't want to talk about it.
JONNY: Okay. Okay.
Let's go out.
We can cheer each other up.
Pick me up?
(SYNTH POP MUSIC PLAYING)
I don't hate many things,
but I sure as fuck
hate baseball.
(JONNY LAUGHING, CHEERING)
Drink up, Rick, you bitch!
Fuck your field!
You're gonna pay!
(BOTH CHEERING)
Go get 'em. Go get 'em.
(MUSIC FADES)
(ENGINE RUNNING)
HEATHER:
Is Rick always like that?
JONNY:
I don't want to talk about it.
HEATHER: Earlier,
the way he was with you,
it makes me so mad in a way
I've never fucking felt.
Fuck Rick. Fuck Rick
and his teeny, tiny,
little Rick dick.
I just wish I could protect you.
You do.
(JONNY HICCUPING)
(CHUCKLES)
We're gonna have to scare you.
Give me that.
HEATHER: Okay.
Uh, once upon a time,
there was a little old man
who lived at the end
of a dark and scary road.
He lived all by himself.
(HICCUPS)
He was very lonely.
No one came to visit him.
So, in the nighttime,
he would lay awake in the dark
and just pray to die.
Till one night,
he felt something,
like a pressure,
going up his leg.
Felt it on his stomach,
and he thought,
"Is this some ghost lady
trying to make my night?"
(HICCUPS) You perv.
(LAUGHS)
He pulls back the covers and...
it's a snake!
(GASPS)
And it bites
his pecker clean off.
Fuck. (LAUGHS)
See, I scared you.
You did not scare me.
That was so stupid.
Well, it is a true story, so...
Mm-hm. Right. (CHUCKLES)
Should we go?
Where?
So, do you come here often?
(CHUCKLES)
Remember how
I scared you earlier?
You did not scare me.
Agree to disagree.
I wonder what would
really scare you.
What do you mean?
I wonder if what I want
would scare you.
What do you want?
AMBER: Oh, hello.
Look who decided to show up.
Well, we're here.
Let's go.
Finally. Jeez.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
("HANDS ALL OVER ME" PLAYING)
Oh, put your hands
All over me
Do everything I'd like
Lift me up
I'm holding you tight
Waste another moment with me
It's a matter of courtesy
'Cause I'm really not
Feeling that bad
Okay, so, I should go in with it
and order first.
How am I gonna get in?
Coop, don't be a little bitch.
I'll give it to you after.
Put your hands
All over me
Do everything I'd like
I love this song.
Can we play it?
Lift me up
I'm holding you tight
I'm never gonna change
So just keep that in mind
But I'll tell you so you know
The things you'd never show
Defeat me when
There's nothing to hide
That's it, fellas.
When you say you know me
Then it's not so hard
To show me
Let you take these kisses
Into the light
Put your hands all over me
Do everything I'd like
Lift me up
I'm holding you tight
DOGS BARKING)
(ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUFFLED LAUGHTER)
JONNY: What scares me?
I want to know.
(MOANS)
(MUSIC TURNS SINISTER)
(MOANS)
(MUFFLED GROWLING)
Hey.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(THUDS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
HARDY: Ah, Cooper!
Hey, guys. Let's play.
We just finished.
Cooper, come on.
What's going on?
We got a team meeting.
(WATER RUNNING)
(TURNS OFF TAP)
(SPITS)
(PHONE LINE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
(LINE BEEPING)
(DOOR SHUTTING)
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)
How's your buddy?
HEATHER: (SIGHS) Who?
I don't know.
Here.
Come on.
(CHUCKLES)
You're a good kid.
Thanks.
(KNOCKS)
Yes?
(WHINES)
Hey, is Jonny home?
No, she's not. Shh.
(DOG WHINING)
She missed practice today.
Oh, I know.
(DOG WHINING)
MARCEL: Stop it.
Okay. Um, is she all right?
That's really
none of your business.
Wow. Okay. Um...
I've just been having a really
hard time getting a hold of her.
Uh, maybe I can
pass along a message.
Sure. Um...
How about,
"What the hell, Jonny?"
(WHINES AGGRESSIVELY)
MARCEL: Shh!
Get away from my house.
You are not welcome here.
And from what I understand,
you were never welcome here.
(STERNLY) So, go!
And do not return.
What a bitch.
Not you,
you're perfect. (KISSES)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
HENRY: (SHOUTS) Hey, ref,
that's a fucking slash.
Five, not two.
Jesus, who are you
playing for, ref?
Heather, what do you think?
HENRY: Huh?
Yeah.
What?
HENRY: Oh, look out!
MAN: (OVER TV) Holy smokes!
There, they've had it.
And they're taking turns
throwing 'em.
Boy, these two are going at it.
(SOBS SOFTLY)
Knock-knock.
(SNIFFLES) Jesus, Dad.
You look like a maniac.
Yeah, well...
I thought it
accentuated my eyes.
(CHUCKLES)
(COUGHS) I'm trying.
I know.
So...
want to talk about it?
No.
That's fair.
Is it about the tryout?
Dad, no.
I thought you did great.
Thanks, Dad.
Whoever's doing this to you,
they don't deserve you.
(GULPING)
Kids, come on.
They don't know
what the fuck they want.
Fuck them. You don't need them.
HENRY: Come on, Heather.
I want to show you something.
Look at that.
That's a beauty.
Isn't it wild
what she can do to us?
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
You know, when I was a kid,
I used to want to rip that moon
right out of the sky.
But life doesn't work
that way, does it?
I tried to be alone once,
but I couldn't stay away
from your ma.
Now, look how lucky I am.
Someday someone's
going to come along...
and accept you for who you are.
I can't just be who I am.
HENRY: No, it's painful,
but you can.
We can make anything work.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Speaking of which...
you should get
this baby working.
Yeah, right, Dad.
No, I'm serious.
I'll help you.
Sure. Okay.
Don't you ever "okay, sure" me.
(WIND HOWLING)
(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SOBS)
(MOANS)
(MUSIC GROWS SUSPENSEFUL)
I think you should go.
What are you?
(GROWLING)
(SOBS)
(PHONE LINE RINGING)
JONNY: (OVER PHONE) Hello?
Hey.
JONNY: Hi.
What's up? I feel like
I haven't seen you forever.
JONNY: Oh, yeah.
I've just been... busy.
Yeah, what have--
what have you been up to?
JONNY: Just this and that.
Right.
Okay.
You want to
do something tonight?
JONNY: I'm going
to a party tonight.
Oh, yeah? With Otto?
JONNY: No, um, it's at
Rick's friend's house.
Cool.
JONNY: You can come
if you want.
Yeah, sure. Um...
Yeah, I'll come meet you.
(DANCE MUSIC THUMPING INSIDE)
I know you see me, baby
I know you see me
I know you see me, baby
Like wow
I know you see me
I know you see me, baby
I know you see me, baby
What the fuck?
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hey, what's up?
Hey.
Okay.
RICK: So back to business.
Um, what about Toofer's mom?
Yeah.
ANDY: She's fuckin' foxy, man.
SEBO: Would totally smash.
(GUYS LAUGHING)
ANDY: Did you hear that Eric
is banging his sister?
RICK: Shut the fuck up.
ANDY: No shit. It's true.
RICK: Don't blame him though.
I definitely tried to get that.
(LAUGHS)
I--I bet your mom's hot.
Oh, my mom's dead.
She killed herself.
Jonny, what the fuck?
It's true.
Well, we all know
that your mom's a dog.
Fuck you, buddy.
Woof!
(LAUGHS)
Actually, Heather's mom
is a drunk.
Sometimes she goes into
Heather's bed because
she thinks it's her own.
Don't.
JONNY:
And then she pisses herself.
Right, Heather?
Shit.
That's fucked up.
(GUYS CHUCKLING)
(SLAMS)
(SNOW CRUNCHING)
HEATHER: What the fuck
is going on?
I don't think
we should hang out anymore.
Jonny.
Don't call me that.
I'm not gay, okay, so...
Can you just get over it?
(SOBBING)
Just go home.
Jonny.
Jonny, come on.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUFFLED CRYING)
(SOBBING)
(WOLF HOWLING)
So, end of the third,
we got your buddy,
Peterson, or, yeah,
whatever the hell his name is.
Boy, that kid,
never seen a puck
he didn't like.
It was a good game.
You should have come.
(GROANING)
Dad, you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I just got...
some heart--
(CLATTERING)
(HENRY GROANS)
HEATHER: Dad?
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CRYING)
(BOTH CRYING)
(MUSIC GROWS MELANCHOLIC)
(WOLF HOWLING)
(SOBS) Dad.
(SOBS)
(SOBBING CONTINUES)
(CRYING)
Okay, boys.
Come on. Say your goodbyes
to your father.
(CRYING)
(HOWLING)
(HOWLING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC GROWS TENSE)
(SOBS)
(SNIFFS)
(SCISSORS SNIPPING)
(SOBS)
(SNIFFS)
HARDY: What the fuck?
COOPER: What happened?
HEATHER: Move.
HARDY: No,
I don't want you here.
Hardy, move.
You, you dyke. Look at you!
You killed him.
You killed Dad.
Fuck!
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
He found out about you.
And it killed him.
(FAINT GROWLING)
Bitch!
HEATHER: Stop! Stop it.
Stop it! Stop! Stop.
Stop it.
Stop. God damn it. Stop it!
COOPER: Stop.
Heather, what the fuck
is happening?
(CRYING)
Heather, come back here!
(HEATHER WHIMPERING)
PATTI:
You can't leave. Not tonight!
(SHOUTS) Heather!
(WATCH BEEPING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
Look at that.
MAN: It's turning red.
(SOFT ROCK PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS)
(POOL BALLS CLATTERING)
(GROANS)
(SNIFFS)
(WATCH BEEPING)
(SNIFFLES)
What's up, Heather?
(LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)
Forget it, man. They suck.
Let's go have a smoke, you know?
(HIGH PITCHED BEEPING)
Chill?
You want some pot?
No.
All right.
Well, okay. Fuck this.
What happened?
You don't get to just fucking
pretend you don't know me.
ANDY: Oh!
Fuck.
I think you should
get out of here.
No.
Heather, please,
I really think you should--
No.
You're hurting me.
You're fucking hurting me.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
What the fuck happened to you?
Jonine, is this dyke
giving you trouble?
Rick, just relax, okay?
What's your deal, bro?
JONNY: Hey. Hey!
RICK: Don't fucking touch her.
JONNY: Heather.
ANDY: Let's go.
JONNY: Heather, please.
You pretend you don't
fucking know me.
You don't say my fucking name!
(SCREAMS) You hear me, Jonny!
You don't say my fucking name!
MAN: (OVER TV)
I watch him move in, move in,
just goes right
to the side of the net.
(INCREASING VOLUME)
Has an easy time of it,
and it goes.
Another Vancouver goal...
(GASPS)
Dyke!
(GROANS)
RICK: Bitch!
ANDY: No one wants you here.
Go home.
HEATHER: You think it
makes you look tough?
Hitting your fucking girl?
(HEATHER BREATHING HEAVILY)
Huh?
(THUDS)
(GRUNTS)
(COUGHS)
ANDY: Holy fuck.
(HEATHER GROANS)
Go inside, lock the door,
don't open 'til I knock.
Hell yeah.
RICK: Go.
Okay.
Come on.
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
AMBER: Let's go.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(THUDS)
(COUGHS, GROANS)
Leave Jonine alone, you cunt!
You, your family,
your stupid fucking brothers,
your dogfuck mom, can fuck off!
Jonine ain't interested.
So leave her alone,
and while you're at it,
don't fucking come
around here anymore either.
Your daddy couldn't
even hack it.
Bitch.
(SOBS)
(SNIFFLES)
Hey, Rick.
You should know something.
You can't even make her come.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Yeah? And you can?
Yeah.
(WATCH BEEPING)
You just don't know
when to quit, do you?
So...
(SCREAMS) Fuck you!
(THUDDING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(GROANS)
(GROANS)
(SNIFFLES)
(SNARLING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(GROWLING)
(SNARLING)
(RICK SCREAMING)
(SCREAMS ECHOING)
(FOREBODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROWLING)
(SNARLS)
(DRAMATIC ELECTRONIC
MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNARLING)
(HOWLS)
(MUSIC FADES)
(GLOOMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(PATTI SIGHING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
(PATTI SIGHS)
(GROANS)
PATTI: You have to leave.
Tonight.
It's not safe here for you.
(NEWS JINGLE PLAYING)
Local baseball star
Richard Gravel is dead,
following a fatal attack
last night
by what authorities claim
was a lone wolf.
Witnesses described
a large dog fleeing the scene
outside area bar, The Rock,
just after midnight.
The animal was last seen
wandering the woods
on the town's north perimeter,
following the incident.
If you or anyone you know
has seen an animal
that fits this description,
please contact
local law enforcement.
More as the story develops.
MAN: (OVER RADIO) The forecast,
cloudy skies with flurries.
We could expect up to
an inch of snow
and a high of only 31.
Overnight flurries will increase
with total accumulations
of three inches.
With the wind out of the north
at 19 miles per hour,
it's currently 28 degrees.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
HEATHER:
You know, when I was a kid
I used to want to rip that moon
right out of the sky.
But life doesn't work that way,
does it?
It's painful,
but we can make anything work.
(UPTEMPO SYNTH MUSIC PLAYING)
The moon is high
When you look at me
Like an animal
Now I'm trying to
Get you high,
Yes, I need more
I've come to believe
The sweet relief
Is all we have in this world
So I won't try, won't try,
Won't try anymore
I'm better off inside
Your clothes, inside your home
And it's not safe to
Keep you tame, wicked animal
I need to succumb to
Your thought and your control
So I won't try, won't try,
Won't try anymore
So let you go in all
The ways that I want you to
And we did it right
And we stay right here
So let me go
Split the yolk, oh, wow,
Don't choke, my animal
I take my time,
Go through the window
Into your back door
In all the ways that
I want you to
And it didn't matter when
You say that you want me to
To make me bleed
(DISTORTED MUMBLED SINGING)
Falling down the stairs
And into your hands
Why does the moon come out
Whenever you ask me
To dance?
I'm falling down the stairs
And into your hands
Why does the moon come out
Whenever you ask me
To dance?
So let you go
In all the ways that
I want you to
And we did it right
And we stay right here
I want you to
So let you go in all the ways
That I want you to
And it didn't matter when
You say that you want me to
You're a chain
Around my head
I am twisted in the bed
You're a chain
Around my head
I am twisted in the bed
(MUSIC FADES)
You can't mess
with animals, man.
Cardinal rule.
(WOLF HOWLING)