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Crimson Moon Draft 2 (Part 2)
By Aragorn
EXT. TREJO GAS STATION - NIGHT
The station is deserted; closed a few hours before. The truck is parked by the entrance to the station. It's still running and the driver side door is open. Jake is standing inside a phone booth, thumbing through a phone book, while Tommy stands by.
TOMMY
Is there anything?
JAKE
(looking through the book) No, nothing. Only a hospital ten
miles south.
TOMMY
What about a vet?
JAKE
(looking up) A vet of what? Vietnam?
TOMMY
A veterinarian, dumbass. An animal doctor.
JAKE
(laughing) You want to take Eddie to a pet doctor?
TOMMY
Why not? They stitch and bandage shit up too.
Jake returns to looking through the phone book.
JAKE
Here we go. Dr’s. David and Laura Johnson. They're only down the road three miles or so.
Jake shuts the book and leaves the booth, and the two climb back into the truck, shutting the door. The truck pulls out of the parking lot with a screech.
INT. TRUCK - NIGHT
Jake looks out his window as he turns around a corner. Tommy is staring out the front window and Eddie is still asleep, but he's twitching a bit. After a few moments, Eddie shoots up in his seat, letting out a frightened yelp. Tommy's head whips around to look at him.
TOMMY
What's wrong?
Eddie looks around, slightly groggy.
EDDIE
I don't know. Nightmares I guess.
JAKE
Here we go. I think I found it.
Eddie looks out the window.
EDDIE
Where the hell are we?
EDDIE'S P.O.V:
A sign is right beside the truck, on the grass a few feet off from the road. The sign reads: ‘Veterinarian Hospital - Doctors David & Laura Johnson’. Next to the sign is a dirt driveway leading up to a white three-story house.
We go back to a normal shot of the three Brothers inside the truck.
EDDIE
You're taking me to a vet?
TOMMY
You bet your ass we are.
EDDIE
(slightly annoyed) Why can't you take me to a real doctor?
JAKE
There aren’t any real doctors for miles around.
TOMMY
Yeah, so suck it up, you fuckin’ pussy.
EXT. TRUCK - NIGHT
The truck pulls up the driveway, stopping right before the path leading up to the front porch. The engine shuts down and the lights go off.
INT. TRUCK
The three brothers pull out their .45s, and are loading them.
JAKE
Alright, you both ready?
TOMMY
Fuck yeah.
Eddie grimaces from the pain in his arm.
EDDIE
I guess so.
Jake looks at Tommy.
JAKE
And can we please try not to kill anyone here?
TOMMY
I don't see why you're looking at me. You've killed people too.
JAKE
Yes, and I'm telling you, don't kill anyone.
Tommy rolls his eyes.
TOMMY
Yeah ok, fine.
Jake opens his door.
JAKE
Let's roll.
EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
The three Brothers exit the truck, closing the doors silently. Jake moves across the yard silently, as the other two follow. He comes to a back door and he looks inside and sees a kitchen. He grabs the handle and jiggles it. Locked. He steps back away.
JAKE
This one's locked.
Tommy aims his gun at the handle.
TOMMY
I can take care of that.
Jake grabs the gun and points it away from the door.
JAKE
Why don't you call the cops while you're at it?
TOMMY
You got a better idea?
Eddie pushes Tommy aside, leaning over and moving the doormat. Underneath it is a small silver key. Eddie grabs it and holds it in front of Tommy's face.
EDDIE
How about this, shithead?
Jake grabs the key from Eddie.
JAKE
Alright, that's enough.
Jake unlocks the door and pushes it open. He turns to the other two and motions for them to follow as he walks in.
INT. HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
The door opens and the three brothers enter the darkened room. The digital clock on the microwave reads: 2:03 AM. Jake looks over at a doorway, which leads to a dimly lit living room. He moves past a table. As he moves into the next room, Eddie follows him closely behind.
Tommy is the last of the three, as he slowly walks through the kitchen, looking around. As he's walking, he fails to notice a coat rack in front of him. Tommy trips on one of the legs of the coat rack and stumbles to floor, his gun goes off as he hits the floor. A shot is fired from it, blowing a hole through the window above the sink.
INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT
LAURA JOHNSON (Linda Blair) shoots up in the large bed, looking around wide-eyed, she looks next to her and sees DAVID JOHNSON (Sam Neill) still sleeping soundly. The sound of numerous dogs barking is starting up. Laura shakes her husband.
LAURA
David? David, wake up!
David groans, rolling over.
DAVID
(groggily) What? What is it?
LAURA
Did you hear that?
DAVID
Did I hear what?
LAURA
I heard a gunshot.
DAVID
A gunshot?
David looks towards the bedroom door and it flies open, cracking against the wall. Tommy and Jake enter into the bedroom, guns aimed at the couple.
DAVID
Who the hell are you?
TOMMY
Wake-up call, motherfucker!
Tommy grabs David by the hair and pulls him off the bed, throwing him to the floor. Jake points his gun at David as Tommy swings his on Laura.
TOMMY
Don't get any ideas, bitch!
DAVID
Don't you dare…
JAKE
(cutting him off) We don't want to hurt you.
Laura kicks Tommy in the chest, pushing him backwards into their dresser, and then rolls off the bed. David rises and nails Jake with a rough football tackle, catching him off guard. David runs for the hallway as Laura follows him, moving past Tommy. As she passes him, he lunges out and grabs her by the legs, pulling her to the ground.
TOMMY
Trying to run out on me?!
He grabs her by the arm and they stand up slowly.
INT. HOUSE - HALLWAY
David runs down the hallway, turning the corner and heading down the stairs, but before he gets to the bottom, he stops. Standing at the bottom is Eddie. His gun is aimed at David's head and his bloody arm hanging by his side.
EDDIE
(grimacing) Please, don't run.
DAVID
What do you want with us? We don’t have much money.
Jake walks down the stairs behind David.
JAKE
Listen Doc, all we need is your help for a half hour.
Tommy is at the top of the stairway, with a gun to Laura's head. Laura is struggling.
LAURA
Don't do it, David!
Tommy pushes Laura against the railing.
TOMMY
Shut up!
DAVID
Leave her alone!
JAKE
Tommy. Stop it!
Jake turns to face David.
JAKE
Our brother here was bitten by a wolf. We just need you to stitch
him up.
DAVID
A wolf? When did this happen?
EDDIE
About two hours ago.
David sees the arm and notices blood dripping from it and landing on his floor, creating a small puddle.
DAVID
Why don’t you go to a hospital?
JAKE
We're in a tight position right now. Hospitals are out of the question.
DAVID
I'll take a look at his arm, but you have to tell your friend upstairs to release Laura. I need her.
Jake turns around to face Tommy.
JAKE
Let her go.
TOMMY
No way. What if they do something to Eddie?
JAKE
Let her go, god damn it!
Tommy rolls his eyes and releases his grip on Laura. She quickly pushes away from him and runs down the stairs and into David's arms. David looks over at Jake.
DAVID
Bring him into the operating room and we’ll see what we can do.
INT. HOUSE - VETERINARIAN OPERATING ROOM
David enters the room with Laura, flicking on the bright lights. Laura moves away and sits in the corner. Jake enters next, with Eddie following. David starts digging through a cabinet.
DAVID
Just sit down on the table.
Eddie boosts himself onto the table, using his good arm. David walks over to the table with a tray of tools.
DAVID
Alright, let's take a look at that arm.
Eddie holds out his left arm as David pulls back the bloody piece of cloth he'd wrap around the wound. The cloth is drenched in gore, and part of it has dried and started to clot into the wound. David has to slowly pull it out, revealing Eddie's forearm. It appears that the entire arm has been chewed up.
DAVID
Well, looks like that wolf really clamped on hard.
EDDIE
You don't have to tell me, doc.
DAVID
I'm going to have to clean it out before I do anything else.
INT. PHOENIX CITY HALL - NIGHT
It's late, but the building is still running at full steam. A spare conference room is opened, as officers and other men keep coming in and out. Sitting at the head of the room, looking over a map is Special Agent Mark Larson. He's drinking a cup of coffee. Two other men are looking over the map with him.
LARSON
Alright, so we're almost positive that these guys are the ones that torched Tanner's Liquor Store. And then what?
AGENT #1
They initiated a shoot-out with four squad cars that arrived at the scene.
AGENT #2
They're all dead too.
LARSON
So we have at least eight fresh corpses. And the Brothers are in a new vehicle now.
AGENT #2
We’ve got word from Border Patrol that they’ve tightened security from here to Texas. We can only prey that they get caught before another slaughter happens.
LARSON
All we can do is wait.
INT. HOUSE - VETERINARIAN OPERATING ROOM
Eddie is sitting on the operating table, his left arm heavily bandaged in gauze. David is putting his tools away in the cabinet, Laura is still sitting in the corner, and Jake and Tommy aren’t in the room.
EDDIE
Is it going to scar?
DAVID
More then likely. That wolf really tore your arm up. I've cleaned and bandaged it up as best as I can. You're going to have to change the dressings at least twice a day.
EDDIE
It still burns a little.
DAVID
I wouldn't worry about it.
The door opens and Jake walks into the room, David turning to face him.
DAVID
I've done all that you asked, Mr. Bunker. Would you please leave my wife and I in peace now?
JAKE
I'm sorry, Doc. I'm afraid I can't do that.
Laura jumps to her feet.
LAURA
You lied! You said you just wanted David to fix your brother up.
Laura turns to David.
LAURA
They're going to kill us!
JAKE
Woah! Hold on. We aren't going to kill anyone.
LAURA
Bullshit! You said you'd let us go!
DAVID
Laura, please calm down. Mr. Bunker, we had an agreement. I help your brother and you'd leave us alone.
JAKE
I know I said that. But some things have changed. We need to cross the border into Mexico.
DAVID
So? What does this have to do with Laura and I?
JAKE
We need you as an insurance policy.
LAURA
No! I won't do it!
DAVID
Laura!
LAURA
Jesus Christ, David. These guys want to kill us, and you want me to be quiet about it?
EDDIE
(to Jake) Maybe this isn't a good idea.
JAKE
Listen, all we need is you to ride with us and help us get past the
Border Patrol. Once we're in Mexico, you're free to go.
LAURA
Sure, or maybe you'll just take us to Mexico and shoot us in the head.
Jake tries his best to control his anger and talk in a comforting tone.
JAKE
We just want you to help us get to Mexico, David.
DAVID
I'd really love to help you, Mr. Bunker, but we've got a business to
run here. We've got animals to take care of. Sick animals.
JAKE
Then call their owners and have them picked up.
DAVID
Some people leave their pets here while they're on vacation. I can't just leave them alone.
JAKE
Don't you have any family that can look after them? Or another vet nearby?
DAVID
(uneasy) Well, there is Quinton Rodriquez.
JAKE
Great, call him and tell him you have a family emergency. You'll be gone for a few days, and you need him to take care of the animals you have here.
DAVID
You don't understand, Quinton and I aren't exactly on the best of
terms. We've had a few disagreements on how he runs his business.
JAKE
Well I'd say now is the perfect fucking time to reconcile your differences.
DAVID
Fine.
With that, Laura stands up from the corner and walks towards Jake. He quickly draws his gun on her, but she just walks right past him.
JAKE
Hey!
LAURA
(angrily) I'm making some coffee!
JAKE
(nervously) Yeah, well don't do that again.
LAURA
(V.O. FROM THE KITCHEN)
Fuck you.
Eddie grins slightly.
EDDIE
Woman troubles?
JAKE
Shut up.
Jake turns back to David.
JAKE
Call him up. Now.
David grabs the phone on the wall beside him, then stops and turns back to face Jake again.
DAVID
How many people have you guys killed, Mr. Bunker?
JAKE
What do you care?
DAVID
Just curious.
JAKE
First of all, just call me Jake. 'Mr. Bunker' makes you sound like
A damn high school teacher.
DAVID
Alright, Jake. How many?
JAKE
(counting in his head) Thirty... give or take a few.
DAVID
How can you do it?
JAKE
You mean kill someone? (David nods) It's not as hard as you'd think. All it is, is a pull of the trigger.
EDDIE
I don't even like killing people, myself.
DAVID
Why do you do it then?
JAKE
We're trying to escape. Sometime it's a necessity. Tommy on the
hand, he enjoys killing. He loves the thrill of the hunt.
DAVID
I heard you killed your grandparents.
JAKE
(nodding) That's where this all started.
DAVID
You know, for brothers you all seem far apart in age.
JAKE
I'm forty, Eddie's thirty, and Tommy's twenty-four. That's sixteen years between me and Tommy.
DAVID
Why were you still around? I figure once you hit 18, you'd have left
home.
During the following monologue, we see flashback scenes of what Jake is describing.
JAKE
(V.O.)
I did, but certain circumstances brought me home. You see, I loved my father, but the poor son of a bitch was controlled by my bitch mother and her parents. He ended up spending most of his nights sitting outside, drinking beers and smoking cigarettes. It was only a matter of time before he'd go. When he died, I was about sixteen, Tommy had just been born, and I didn't want anything to do with my mother, so I left. I hitchhiked out to California and made money as a hired hand out on a ranch. It was there that I met this girl, she was a part of a small biker gang. I fell in love with her. We'd cruise up and down the coast, taking whatever we wanted from whoever had it. Ten years later, I suppose Eddie had tracked me down, and sent word that our mother had died. Wanted me to come home and help him take care of our brother. But I was happy on the road and kept going, they were shadows of a past I didn't want to remember. It wasn't until Eddie was twenty-two that I returned home to find out that my mother's father, our grandfather, had taken to physically abusing Eddie and Tommy. He'd tie them up and leave them in the basement all night.
We’re brought back to the present.
DAVID
Dysfunctional family, huh?
JAKE
We weren't exactly the Brady Bunch. (return to the Flashbacks) One night, I came home from the bar to find that Gramps had been beating poor Tommy senseless with a baseball bat. I found Eddie hiding in the attic, wide-eyed as hell. It was then that I told him that we weren't going to stand for that anymore. Him and I grabbed an ax and shovel from the shed and let them have it. Tommy took that axe and hacked Grandma's arms off while Gramps watched. Then he took the axe to the old bastard as he screamed long into the night. From that moment on, I knew Tommy would never look at death the same way. He torched the house after that, and we were picked up by the Sheriff soon after. We all got life, but five days ago we got our chance to escape when Tommy shot a guard between the eyes, and we ran, and haven't looked back since.
We’re brought back to the present and Jake looks at his watch.
JAKE
I think you should call your friend there, and then we can all get some sleep.
DAVID
Alright.
EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
Tommy is standing at the front of the house, smoking a cigarette. We watch him smoke for a few seconds. Suddenly, there's a loud growling sound from behind him. Tommy turns around, looking into the dark night. He quickly draws his gun.
TOMMY
Who the fuck is out there?
A row of tall bushes surround the house. A few yards in front of Tommy a bush shakes. Tommy walks toward the bush. The bush shakes again and Tommy stops. The bush doesn't move for a few more seconds, so Tommy continues forward. When Tommy is five feet from the bush it starts shaking violently and the growling sound comes again, getting louder and louder.
TOMMY
Jake? Eddie? This isn’t funny.
The bush stops shaking and Tommy continues forward. Tommy reaches the bush and pulls it aside so he can see the ground. There's nothing there but a chainlink fence. Tommy smiles.
TOMMY
It must be the heat.
Suddenly a Doberman pinscher jumps onto the other side of the fence, barking and growling. Tommy yells, jumping away from the fence. He looks at the dog in the fence and laughs.
TOMMY
Fuckin’ mutt.
Tommy walks away and the dog continues barking at him.
INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM
Jake is sitting on the couch. In his right hand is the TV remote and in his left hand is his gun. The gun is pointed at Laura, who is sitting in a recliner near the TV, a Siamese cat sitting beside her on the arm of the recliner. Eddie walks in, handing a beer to Jake, and then sits down on a different couch. Jake opens his beer.
JAKE
Thanks.
Eddie opens his beer, watching Laura. Laura is looking at Jake. She is clearly still pissed off and not afraid to show them that she is.
EDDIE
Cute cat.
Laura looks over at Eddie, then over at the cat.
EDDIE
What's its name?
LAURA
None of your damn business.
EDDIE
Interesting name. (raising his beer to her) Want one?
LAURA
(coldly) No.
EDDIE
They're nice and cold. Molson Canadian - Beer of the Gods!
LAURA
I told you, I don't want a damn beer.
EDDIE
Fine, but you're missing out on some damn good beer, isn't she,
Jake?
JAKE
Eddie, shut up.
Jake stops channel surfing on a news channel.
JAKE
Let's see how the manhunt is going.
On the TV is a newswoman standing in front of the burning liquor store. A subtitle at the bottom
of the screen reads: KELLY HOUGE.
KELLY HOUGE
This is Kelly Houge with a special Channel 14 newsbreak live from Old Mill Road. Behind me is what is left of the building that was Tanner's Liquor Store not that long ago. Now this is the site of a brutal mass murder, an area of land scorched to the ground. Four hours ago, the notorious Bunker Brothers; Jake, Thomas, and Edward murdered the couple that ran the store, Robert and Rebecca Tanner, then brutally slaughtered eight police officers that arrived to check on the burglar alarm that was set off by the owners. Once the police were dead, the Bunker Brothers set the store on fire and took the Tanner's red Dodge Ram pickup. Police are currently combing up and down the interstate, as well as any large towns along the way. That brings the body count to well over thirty. (listening to her earpiece) We're now going to Debbie Peters live from the Ohio State Reformatory. Debbie?
The screen goes black for a second, then we see a woman reporter standing in front of the Ohio state reformatory. A subtitle across the bottom of the screen reads: DEBBIE PETERS.
DEBBIE PETERS
Hello, this is Debbie Peters reporting to you Live from the Ohio State Reformatory. Behind me is the prison that held the brutal Bunker Brothers for ten years. These are just some of the things that were retrieved from their cells earlier today.
Debbie holds up some magazines, displayed like cards during a game. There are four magazines in her hands. A mix of porno magazines and Fangoria magazines.
DEBBIE PETERS
Pornography and gore. The typical literature of bloodthirsty maniacs.
Debbie opens the Fangoria to a page, and it shows the picture of Drew Barrymore hanging from a tree with her guts falling out, from the movie SCREAM. This picture is in Fangoria issue 160.
DEBBIE PETERS
Absolutely terrible. Disgusting.
Debbie tries to open one of the porno magazines, but finds the pages stuck together. She quickly hands all the magazines to someone off camera and disgustingly wipes her hands on her clothes.
EDDIE
Haha, who’s magazine was that?
JAKE
Tommy’s I think.
DEBBIE PETERS
As you can see, these are sick maniacs that are still on the loose. The search for the brothers will continue until they are apprehended. This is Debbie Peters signing off. You will now be returned to the regularly scheduled program, already in progress.
Jake turns the television off and turns around to Eddie. Eddie is staring back at Jake.
JAKE
We've got to get moving for the border as quickly as possible
tomorrow. The minute the sun rises, so do we.
EDDIE
They said they're searching the towns off of the interstate. What
if they stop here?
JAKE
We'll be gone before they start searching here.
Tommy and David walk into the living room and Jake turns to David.
JAKE
David, you got room in the garage, so we can move the pickup into it?
DAVID
Yes.
JAKE
(to Tommy) Move the truck to into the garage.
TOMMY
Why me?
JAKE
Because I told you to. So do it.
TOMMY
What's the problem all of a sudden?
JAKE
The cops are searching the interstate and towns that lead onto
it. So just fucking' do it, alright?
TOMMY
Alright! Christ.
Jake tosses the keys to Tommy, who catches them and walks out of the room, swearing. Eddie places his beer on a table next to the couch and stretches.
JAKE
Better settle in for the night, I guess. I want to get moving long before noon.
DAVID
(to Laura) Want me to grab your pillows from upstairs?
LAURA
Whatever.
David looks away from Laura, almost hurt, and leaves the room.
11/26/2005 3:01:04 PM
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