Fresh

by
Lauryn Kahn
 (COMPLETE FAILURE
BY BLOOD ORANGE PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(HUMMING)

(CELL PHONE
NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

What?

(PHONE CLICKS OPEN)

-(PHONE KEYBOARD CLACKING)

-(SIGHS)

(MESSAGE SENT TONE CHIMES)

(THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND

RINGTONE PLAYING)

MOLLIE: (OVER PHONE)

Girl, fuck that. Just leave.

I know. Like...

(SCOFFS) I obviously
don't mind paying,

but what a weird way

to start off a date.

MOLLIE:
That's what I'm sayin'.
 Is this
what you tell your kids?

"Oh, it was so romantic

before our first date, y'all.

"He texted me: 'FYI,

this place is cash only.'"

-(CHUCKLES)
-No.

(NOA GROANS)

I'm already here.

Girl...

I'm really fuckin' hungry.

Mmm.

I don't know. Hopefully,

it'll make for a good story.

(LAUGHS) Call me after.

-Love you.
-Okay, I love you more.

-(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Bye.

-Bye.

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)

Bye-bye.

-(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Bye!

-(CHUCKLES)

(INHALES DEEPLY)
 Okay, let's do this.

(WATER BUBBLING)

CHAD: (MUFFLED)
So I love hot sauce.

I literally just put it

on every single thing

I can find around the house

sometimes.

From pizza to chicken wings.

(CHUCKLES)

Even though it gives me

terrible acid reflux.

It makes its way

up to my throat

and I literally feel like

I'm gonna vomit.

-So...
-Oh, yeah. That, um, sucks.

-Mmm.
-But I love it, so...

-(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
-Yeah.

Like, I love wasabi, but, um,

Mexican spices

-would be too much for me.

-Mmm.

-Yeah. I get that.

 -Yeah.

Yeah.

Mmm.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES) What?

I had this crazy thought. I...

I just feel like...

the women
in our parents' generation,

they just cared more

about how they dressed

and just, kind of,

how they looked.

They were more

into femininity.

-You know what I mean?

-Mmm.

Like, nowadays,

I feel like girls,

they just wear

oversized everything,
like it's a blanket.

Do you know what I mean?

You know
what I'm saying, right?
 -Um...
-It's like...

'Cause I think you would

just look great in a dress.

Not that you don't look good

in a sweater,

-but I mean, if you were...

-WAITRESS: You guys okay?

Uh, yeah. Um, pretty much

done, actually. Thank you.

Cool. Yeah, we'll just

get this wrapped up then.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Oh, did you bring cash?

Yeah. You reminded me, so...

My brother
is coming into town.

If it's cool, I'm just gonna

snag these leftovers

and, uh, I guess

I'll just let you leave...

Cool. No. Yeah.

...a couple bucks less

on the tip.

If that makes sense.

Your scarf is dipping

into the noodles.
 Oh, fuck!

Shit!

I love this scarf. Um...

Excuse me? Excuse me.

Quick, come.

Hi, do you have

sparkling water?

-Sparkling.
-Mmm-hmm. Yeah.

-Bubble. You know bubbles?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And a lemon, please?

I don't know if she understood

what I said.

I don't think
she speaks English.

(MEAT SIZZLING)

(BELL JINGLES)

That was, uh, that was fun.

You're really cute.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

We should do this again

sometime.

Yeah, look, Chad, um...

 -Yeah.
-(NOA HESITATES)

Oh. (CHUCKLES)
I... I don't

think we're really a match.

You know?

Wow.

I was literally
just being polite.

You're not even my type,

to be honest, so...

(SCOFFS) Okay.

Oh, that's funny?

"Ha-ha, it's hilarious"? Yeah.

Okay. Good luck finding a guy,

you stuck-up bitch.

(SCOFFS)

Um...

What the fuck.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(LOW INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-(PANTS)
-(KEYS JINGLE)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, fuck.
 (BABY COOS)

Oh. Stupid idiot.

MOLLIE: Can you please

just text him and write:

"Fuck you and your

ugly-ass scarf, bitch."

NOA: Oh, see, I wish I thought

of that in the moment.

Instead I just stood there

like an idiot.

-Let's switch.
-Yeah.

I don't know
how you do it, Mollie.

Do what?

Dating people.

And I always end up alone.

Which, by the way,

I'm very okay with.

No, no. What?

You do not need a man, okay?

Or anybody, for that matter.

It's just the way

we've been raised

since fuckin' Disney movies.

-Yeah. Fuck Ariel. (CHUCKLES)

-Fuck her.
 Stupid bitch
left the whole sea for a man.

-(NOA LAUGHS)
-Come on, now.

Like, fuck... Fuck Beauty.

Yeah, fuck the Beast.

I am the beast.

-You are the beast! Get it!

-(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTING)

Time, everyone!

Whoo! Great job today, huh?

I mean that.

-(GROWLS)
-Now give yourselves

a round of applause.

-Whoo!
-(ALL CLAPPING)

Great job!

-Bam! (CHUCKLES)
-Ah! (LAUGHS)

-You are powerful!

-You are powerful!

-Look at how strong you are.

-Look at this.

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)

 (MUSIC CONTINUES)

-(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
-(HUMMING SOFTLY)

(PHONE NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

(PHONE NOTIFICATIONS CHIMING)

(MUNCHING)

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

(SIGHS)

Oh, fuck.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

STEVE: (ECHOING)
Have you ever had these?

Grapes?

No. Cotton Candy grapes.

They taste just like them.

I'm not kiddin'.

-Really?
-Yeah.

I told my sister and niece.

They were like,

"No way, fuck you."

So now I'm getting them

on my way there.

Your niece said, "Fuck you"?

 Yeah.

-Four-year-olds are crazy.

-(NOA CHUCKLES)

STEVE: All right.

I can tell
you don't believe me,

so you're
gonna have to try one.

I don't want you leaving here

thinking I'm a weirdo.

Okay.

-Right?
-Holy shit. Mmm.

-Wow.
-Science.

Yeah. Go science. (CHUCKLES)

Do you live around here?

(INHALES SHARPLY)

'Cause I live on aisle six.

I just come
to the fruit section

to talk to random,
very good-looking people

that stand near it.

That was terrible.

That was kinda terrible.

 -I'm so sorry.
-It's fine.

Have a good night.

(CHUCKLES) Okay. You, too.

You know what? Fuck it.

I'm already ruining this,

so I'm just gonna keep goin'.

Do you think

-I could have your number?

-Oh.

It's really
just so I have a story

for my sister and my niece

when I see them.

Because I think we're

gonna talk about the grapes.

Oh, of course. Yeah.

Then I can tell them

that I met someone else

who feels the same way.

Sure. Makes sense, yeah.

Okay.

We can meet here next week

to talk about the broccoli

if you want.
 (CHUCKLES) Sounds good.

Oh.

-Mist.
-Rain forest.

(NOA CHUCKLES)

Always good
to have a little mist, Noa.

-Yes, mystery.
-Yeah.

I'm Steve.

-It's nice to meet you.

-You, too.

I'm not gonna text you,

but I'll really want to.

Good night.

Good night.

MOLLIE: What?
NOA: Yeah.

MOLLIE: Your number?

NOA: Yeah.

MOLLIE: In a grocery store?

NOA: Yeah.

MOLLIE: The other night?

NOA: Yes.

MOLLIE: And you're just now

telling me today?

-(NOA LAUGHS)
 -Wow.

When you think

you had a friend.

No, I just think it was weird,

you know? He was...

He was cute and funny and...

Mmm. Okay.

I didn't think people

met people

in real life anymore,

you know?

He's probably married.

(LAUGHS)

Thank you for that.

Yes, he's probably married.

Probably.

Like, I'm already thinking

about the fact

-he hasn't texted.

-Mmm.

That's one of the things

I love about dating women.

Less games,

more emotional dependence,

you know?

(BOTH LAUGH)
 So don't play the games,

just be you straight

out the gate. Fuck it.

Maybe.

Hey, do you want

to come over later?

I could use

-some emotional dependence.

-Aww.

Well, my emotional dependence

ain't cheap, boo.

-Let me tell you.

-(LAUGHS)

-Hi.
-STEVE: Hey!

How you doin'?

-Good, thanks. How are you?

-Good. Good.

This place is really nice.

-Yeah.
-The bears are, you know...

Yeah. It's like

the perfect amount of,

you know, grimy, but hip.

Exactly.

-You guys know what you want?

-NOA: Hi. Um...
 Can I get
a Manhattan with, like,

as many cherries
as you can spare, please?

-Cherries. I like that.

-I love cherries.

Yeah. I'll do one more

of these, thank you.

Copy.

PAUL: Here you go. Here.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Ay-yo.

-Hi.
-Hey.

-I'm Steve.
-Oh.

Noa.

Um...

All right, so, uh...

Here come the dumb questions.

Where are you from?

Um, (CHUCKLES) I'm from

the East Coast originally,

-yeah.
-Nice.
 What about you?

-I'm from Texas. Yeah.

-Oh. Cool.

What brought you out here?

My second residency.

-Oh! Residency.
-Yeah.

Are you a doc...

-A doctor? Oh!
-I'm a doctor. Yeah.

Wow!

-Yeah. Yeah. Um...

-That's impressive.

I just... I work
in reconstructive surgery.

You mean, um, plastic surgery.

-Yup. That's the one.

-Right.

-There's only one.

-Okay.

(BOTH LAUGH)

But it's not all nose jobs.

No, of course.
You got, you know...

-Boob jobs.
-Boob jobs.
 -You got your butt lifts.
-Implants.

-Face-lifts
-Face-lifts.

But you know, once in a while

I get to help somebody,

which is nice though.

There was this kid

the other day who came in,

who had an accident

and he was badly burned.

So there's that, too.

I was just kidding. Sorry.

-PAUL: There you go.

-Thank you.

-That is amazing.
-(CHUCKLES) Don't worry.

PAUL: That work for you?

-Wow. Yes.
-That do the trick?

-'Cause that's all we got.

-I'm sorry. That's...

STEVE: Perfect.

I only meant, like, a couple.

Thank you.

-(GLASSES CLINK)
-Cheers.
So, what about your family?

Uh... Well, I, um,

I don't have any siblings

and my dad
died a while back, so...

I'm not sure

where my mom is anymore

because we don't talk.

-Yeah.
-I'm sorry.

It's fine. Um...

-What about your family?

-Oh...

My dad is in Texas

and my mom passed away,

actually.

-Sorry.
-So... But it's...

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay. It's okay.

Well, we have something

in common, I guess.

-Yeah, dead parents.

-Yeah.

-Perfect.
-Great.

-Let's cheers to that.

-(LAUGHS)
(IMPERCEPTIBLE CONVERSATION)

(ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING)

STEVE:
...co-ordinated like that.

-So you don't have Instagram.

-STEVE: Nope.

Wow. What about, um, Twitter?

-Definitely not.
-No?

Does anyone say anything smart

on Twitter ever?

That's true. (LAUGHS)

No way. Come on.

It's the worst.

I mean, how am I supposed

to stalk you now?

(EXHALES) You're just gonna

have to do it in person.

You know. Show up at my house,

the old-fashioned way.

Send me a letter!

-That would be nice.

-That would be nice.

"Dearest..."

(LAUGHS) "Yours truly."

Okay, I'll do that.
 STEVE: I'd love that.
That'd touch my heart.

That sounds nice. (LAUGHS)

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

NOA: What?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

No, you just

have a nice smile.

-Okay.
-You do.

All right, okay.

Let's play a game.

Um... Tell me something

you don't want me to know.

-Hmm... Fun game. Okay.

-Yeah.

Ooh. It's risky.

Mmm...

Yes. Um...

I...

hate this.

I mean, um...

(LAUGHING) Okay. I'm sorry.

Not you, 'cause you seem cool,

but... No, I...
 I hate, like, dating.

STEVE: Mmm.

You know? Everything about it.

The, like...

The awkward preamble.

The, like, questions

and stuff. The, like...

You know, texting.

-The perfect projection.

-Yeah.

Everything about it. Honestly.

I don't know,
I just think that, um...

people who, like,

believe in true love are

fucking idiots.

-So dumb.
-(LAUGHS)

-They are.
-STEVE: They're so dumb.

NOA: Like, we put

all our hopes of, like,

finding happiness
through someone else.

And I just think that, like,

I don't know,
maybe it's not meant for me,

'cause I've, like, been alone

so long,

I'm actually pretty good

at it.

Fuck it.

(NOA MOANS)

(OBJECTS CLATTER)

(PANTING)

What?

No, it's just...

Maybe it's a little too much.

A little too fast.

Oh, wow.

I don't think I've ever

heard a guy say that before.

Um, can I, uh...

Can I get you something

to, like, drink?

Or eat?

No, just...

Just you.

(UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)
 (STEVE GROANS)

Mmm. (CHUCKLES)

-Morning.
-Good morning.

-Hello.
-(NOA CHUCKLES)

-(STEVE SIGHS)
-Coffee?

Yeah, yeah, please.

Just to, like, hide

that morning breath.

-Oh, God. Is it that bad?

-(LAUGHS)

Oh, no.

I'm not letting go

of your hand.

NOA: Get off. Get off.

(LAUGHS)

(WISTFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

NOA: Oh, we had sex.

Get that D!

(NOA CHUCKLES)

Somewhere between the second

and the third drink

I was like:

"Fuck it."
 And it was actually
very freeing.

(SIGHS) My "Fuck it" advice

always works. Damn.

Like, I wasn't even worrying

about how I looked

or like, if I was taking

too long.

MOLLIE: Okay!

What's his Instagram?

I wanna stalk a little bit.

Oh, he doesn't have one.

-Say what?
-Yeah.

Whatcha mean?

Oh, no, see,

that's, that's shady.

I'm sorry. Red flag.

Okay. Whatever.
Stop raining on my sex parade.

-(MOLLIE SCOFFS)
-Please?

Oh, by the way, um,

do you remember Paul?

-Paul?
-He was our bartender.

Oh, yeah. Aw, Paul!

 You know, I don't remember
why we stopped hooking up.

He was a good guy.

And a good kisser, too.

Probably because
you can't be tamed.

-(CHUCKLES)
-You need to roam free.

That is true.

All right, well,

I gotta get back to work.

I love you.

-Okay, love you more. Bye!

-Bye!

NOA: You have to try

these short ribs,

they're insane.

Yeah, they look really good,

but I, um...

I just don't eat animals.

NOA: Oh!

But... But keep eating.

Don't... Don't stop.

In fact, I actually
want you to finish that plate.

I dare you
 to finish that plate.

-No!
-(LAUGHS) No, no... Why?

-This is my favorite...
-But it does...

...fucking short ribs.

Hey, listen,
you have to eat the...

I can't.
You've ruined it for me now.

Yeah.

NOA: I'm gonna wash my hands,

I think. (CHUCKLES)

So have you, uh,

have you told anyone about me?

(CHUCKLES) Maybe.

(CHUCKLES)
My best friend, Mollie.

What did you tell

your best friend, Mollie?

Um, that I met a cool guy.

And I might kind of like him.

-Just, like, a little bit.

-Uh-huh.

-Tell me more about Mollie.

-Um...

Well, we met, like, I think

it was like seven years ago,

um, when I first moved here.

We worked together for a bit.

Think you'd really get along.

STEVE: Hmm.

I don't know about you,

but I am stuffed.

I think we should dance.

What?

-(NOA CHUCKLES)
-Let's go. Come on.

Yes. Yes, yes,

let's go, let's go.

-I wanna see those moves.

-Okay.

I wanna see those moves.

Get in the center here.

-Let me turn this up.

-(MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES)

Here we go.

Okay.

Just a little sway.

It's just a little two-step

for now.

-It's all in the little moves.

-It's all in the face.
 It's in the shoulders.

NOA: I mean, I can hop.

STEVE: Oh, the hip thrust!

Oh, my God.

-Nah, you don't have...

-(LAUGHS)

This. That.

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING

ON STEREO)

-Yeah. To me.
-Oh, no, no. Okay.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Looks like we're salsa-ing.

It's a salsa.

-You are... moves.

-Oh, my God.

-(NOA GROANS)
-I have to. I have to.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

It was a really good picture.

-You need to delete that.

-I will never delete that.

(NOA LAUGHS)

We should go away somewhere.

Do you want to?

Uh, yeah.
 -Yeah?
-Yeah, um...

Fuck it. Why not?

NOA: I mean, where?

Wherever.

Somewhere... Somewhere nice.

Somewhere... fun.

Maybe it'll be a surprise.

Fuck it.

Yeah.

Yeah.

NOA: Um, I'm going away

with Steve for the weekend.

What? Where?

-It's a surprise.
-Hold on, Noa.

Uh-uh. A surprise?
I don't like that.

I'm just gonna go for it.

You said, "Fuck it," remember?

Girl, you all dickmatized.

I haven't even seen this dude.

Oh, shit, I totally forgot.

Hold on.

I'm sending you

 a picture of him.

(MESSAGE NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

I mean, he looks cute,

but I can barely

even tell, you creep.

Um, he is ridiculously cute.

I'll, um, I'll text you

once we get there

and let you know

everything, okay?

Okay, fine.

Um, I'm excited for you.

It's a straight girl's fantasy

come true, right?

-Right?
-(CHUCKLES)

-I love you.
-I love you more.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-NOA: Hey.
-Hi.

Sorry. My day ran long.

Let me get that.

Uh, listen, we're gonna have

to leave in the morning.

I just checked the traffic

 and it's a nightmare.

So I figured maybe
we go to my place

and then, you know,

we leave first thing tomorrow.

-Is that cool?

-Yeah. Okay.

-Look at you.
-(CHUCKLES)

All right.

I'm excited.

(NOA CHUCKLES)

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)

-STEVE: How you doing?

-(INHALES SHARPLY)

-You all right?

-Yeah. Good.

Fuck. I'm just gonna tell you.

We're going to Cottage Grove.

That's the surprise.

That's it.

-Really?
-(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

-That's the surprise?

-Yeah.

What?
I've always wanted to go.
You're not just saying that?

I'm not just saying that.

No, I really have.

I mean, I hate surprises,

so I'm kinda glad you told me.

STEVE: Yeah,
it's gonna be good.

NOA: Ugh.
My cell isn't working.

Yeah, the service is, um,

shitty, but it's gonna

get better at my place.

Cool.

(CHUCKLES)

(SONG CONTINUES
ON CAR STEREO)

(SLOW UNSETTLING MUSIC

PLAYING)

(STEVE GROANS)

(STEVE SIGHS)

Fresh air, right?

NOA: Yeah.

It's amazing.

Who knew?

(IMPERCEPTIBLE CONVERSATION)
 (STEVE EXHALES DEEPLY)

Oh.

-Kinda disappointing.
-(STEVE LAUGHS)

(ROMANTIC SONG
PLAYING ON SPEAKER)

(DRAWERS CLATTERING)

(DISHES CLANGING)

-(SNIFFS)
-STEVE: Sizing me up?

Oh. Yeah.

Smells good.

My sister got me that.

Apparently she thinks

I like sandalwood.

-(CHUCKLES)
-Okay.

(GLASSES CLINK)

Do you have, um...

Do you have Wi-Fi?

Still no service.

Fuck, must've gone out again.

By the way,

um, I'm making my own version

 of an old-fashioned
with a twist.

And, um, it's gonna have

some cherries in it.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
Very thoughtful.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(DRINK POURING)

STEVE: Cheers.

Cheers.

-NOA: Mmm.
-Mmm?

That's really good.

-Yeah?
-Mmm.

Notice any interesting flavors

in there?

Um...

-Peach?
-No.

Close, very close.

NOA: Um...

-Apricot?
-Oh.

-No.
-No?
 -What? Fuck.
-So close. (CHUCKLES)

-(CHUCKLES)
-So close. Come on.

NOA: Hmm.

-Nectarine?
-Yes!

-Really?
-Yeah, you got it.

(STEVE CHUCKLES)

Nectarine.

Um...

Your, uh,
your house is intimidating.

You're all, like, you know,

fancy cocktails, and I'm like

pancakes out of a bag.

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, but that's what I like

about you.

No pretending.

Hmm.

By the way, that, um...

The house in Cottage Grove,

it has a hot tub.

I don't know what you packed
in that big bag of yours,

(ECHOING) but adjustable jets,

multiple lights,
the whole ordeal.

It's gonna be like

New Year's Eve in there.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

What? Sorry.

You're gonna need

a bathing suit.

(CHUCKLES)

Noa. Noa, look at me.

Why are you sitting

so far away?

Come here.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS)

(STEVE CLICKS TONGUE)

(GRUNTS)

(I HEAR A NEW WORLD PLAYING)

(EXHALES)

(GROANS)

Hey.
 STEVE: Hi.

(EXHALES)

How did you sleep?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

Yeah, good. Um...

What...

What happened?

I drugged you.

(CHUCKLES DRYLY)

(METAL CLINKING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

What, um...

What's going on, Steve?

I'm gonna tell you,

but you're gonna freak out.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

No, no. No, no, no, no.

Hmm. Hmm...

Mmm-mmm.

(WHISPERING) Steve, can you

take these off, please?

Can't do that.

Can you take these off?

 -Can't do that.
-Steve.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Take this off.

I can't do that.

(WHIMPERING)

No. No, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. No. No.

-No. No. This isn't happening.

-Yeah, it's happening.

This isn't happening.

-This isn't happening.

-Yes, it is.

Please, please,
please, please.

This is a joke.

Isn't it, Steve?

(SIGHS) Look,
why don't you just try to...

(NOA WHIMPERS, MUMBLES)

-Noa.
-Don't! Don't! Don't!

-I'm gonna stay right here.

-Don't come near me.
 -Do not come near me.
-I'm staying right here.

Steve! (HYPERVENTILATES)

-Noa.
-(PANTS, WHIMPERS)

(CRYING)
Come on, Noa, think. What...

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

(CRYING)

Steve...

are you gonna rape me?

I'm not gonna rape you.

(NOA WHIMPERS,
BREATHING HEAVILY)

I like you, Noa. I like you.

All right?

Now, I want you

to listen to me

very carefully, okay?

Are you listening to me?

-(SHOUTS) Noa!
-(GASPS)

There you are.

I'm gonna tell you now.

I'm gonna sell your meat.

 People pay me
a lot of money for it.

And your hair.

And weird shit like that.

It's a thing.

So...

I'm not... (CHUCKLES)

I'm not gonna kill you...

...uh, right away.

Because the fresher the meat,

the better.

So I'm gonna keep you alive

for as long as I can.

-(CLAPPING, SNAPS FINGERS)

-(HYPERVENTILATING)

Unless you act up.

All right?
But listen, until then,

I'm gonna take care of you.

I'm gonna cook for you.

I'm actually
a really good cook.

You don't know it yet.

As long as you don't act up,

nothing bad
 has to happen, all right?

And look.
This isn't bad, right?

By the way,
look at the sunset. Look...

-(NOA YELLS)
-(STEVE GRUNTS)

-(CONTINUES YELLING)
-(CHAIN RATTLES)

Hey, hey, hey, hey...

-Come here. Come here.

-No! No! No!

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

NOA: (SCREAMING) No! No!

(CRYING)

(GRUNTS)

(SHUSHES)

(WHISPERING)
Be quiet. Calm down.

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Stop being so dramatic.

(WHISPERING) It's okay.

 It's okay.

(WHIMPERING)

There you go.

(SOBBING)

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

(DOOR CLOSES, LOCK CLICKS)

MOLLIE: Hi,
where the fuck are you?

You're getting me
all freaked out.

Call me or text me.

And I wanna hear

where he took you.

(MESSAGE NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

(MESSAGE NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

(SCOFFS)

Trippin'.

(NOA SCREAMS, CRIES)

(SHOUTING) Help me!

PENNY: He's not here.

Help me!

Help me, please! Please!

Please, I'll do anything!

PENNY: I can't...
 I can't help you.

We're in the same boat.

Fuck!

PENNY: Tell me your name.

(NOA SNIFFLES)

Noa.

I'm Penny.

I was in town visiting.

Met Steve.

(PENNY CHUCKLES)

Now I'm slowly...

being eaten.

How long have you been here?

PENNY: I've lost track.

I'm not even sure

what time of day it is,

to be honest. (CHUCKLES)

(MUMBLES)

People have to be looking

for you.

Your... Your...

Your friends, your family,

the police.
 People have to be searching
by now.

PENNY: The problem is,

I don't have much family.

(CHUCKLES)

NOA: (WHIMPERS) Me neither.

PENNY: Makes sense.

NOA: Are there others?

PENNY: Just one other

besides us, I think.

(SHOUTS) Hey, Melissa,

can you hear me?

(MELISSA SINGING INDISTINCTLY)

PENNY: (CHUCKLES)
She's lost her mind.

But I get it. (LAUGHING)

No judgment here.

We have to get out of here.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES)

Hmm...

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

-(CLATTERING)
-WOMAN: Motherfucking...

(MOLLIE CHUCKLES)
(MESSAGE NOTIFICATION CHIMES)

Okay.

(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)

Fuck.

(MUFFLED UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

(GLASS CLINKS)

(SIGHS)

(UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING)

-(DOOR LOCK CHIMES)

-(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

STEVE: Hey.

How are you?

(CLICKS TONGUE) Still angry.

At least try the cake.

I need to shower.

Alone?

(CHUCKLES) It's a joke.

It was a stupid joke.

I'm trying, you know?

I'm trying to...

I'm trying to make you laugh

and it's not working.
 Can't you just give me
one smile, please?

Just one?

(STEVE CHUCKLES)

Is that a yes?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(SOFTLY) Okay.

God, I mean, (SIGHS)

you're gonna have to

loosen up a little bit.

I know things
are a little different,

but it's still me, you know?

Still the guy I was

at the bar that night.

I meant everything
I said to you.

Just...

no games, right?
No projections?

Isn't that what you wanted?

(STEVE SIGHS)

Are you gonna be good?

(DISCORDANT
INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
 (MUSIC CONTINUES)

(YELLS, GRUNTS)

-(BOTH GRUNT)
-Bad girl.

(BODY THUDS)

(RESTLESS HEART
BY PETER CETERA PLAYING)

(STEVE HUMMING)

STEVE: (SINGING MUFFLEDLY)

I don't wanna lose you

I don't want you walking away

(EKG MACHINE
BEEPING STEADILY)

We're so good together

(SLURRING) I can't move.

STEVE: I know.

I gave you an epidural,

so you won't feel much.

(SLURRING) What are you doing?

STEVE: Hmm...

I'm taking your ass.

(NOA GASPS)

NOA: No.

-STEVE: Yes.
 -No.

STEVE: You lost my trust, Noa.

So there are gonna have to be

consequences.

(SINGING) Don't leave me here

with my restless heart

(WHIMPERING) Please.

I'm cauterizing your ass

so you won't be a bloody mess.

-(SLURRING) Please stop.

-Noa, it's gonna be okay.

Hey, I'm a doctor, remember?

(GASPS, CRYING)

Hey.

(SCOFFS)

Yo.

Thanks for letting me stop by.

Yeah, well, you didn't

really give me a choice, so...

Boy, stop acting like

you didn't wanna see me.

And I wanted
to see your face again.

-You wanted to see my face?

-Yeah.

(CHUCKLES) You wanted

 to see my face.

I did.

Mollie, you ain't

never gonna change.

I still can't give you

his info.

-If I even had it.

-(SIGHS)

Come on, please?

It's the only connection

that I have right now.

Why don't you just go

to the police?

-The police.
-Yeah.

And say what?

That my best friend

went away with a guy

and extended her trip

and she's texting me,

but I don't think it's her?

Why not? She white, right?

-(CHUCKLES)
-Don't do that.

No, I'm playin', I'm playin'.

Listen, I get it.

I get it. But I could

 lose my job, Mollie.

Look, she wouldn't just

disappear like this, okay?

Look, I can tell you

when they were here.

(SIGHS) Mollie.

She told me
that you were their bartender

and he must have used

a credit card, right?

Look, even just his last name

would be a huge help.

Please?

What are you doing?

(SIGHS)
She's doing the pouty lip.

Don't do the pouty lip.

Don't do that.

-(SIGHS)
-Just think about it. For me?

I'll think about it.

-Can we shake on it?

-You remember that?

-Do you remember it?

-Do I...

Shit.

-Hey.
 -Get outta here.

You lookin' good, by the way.

-Me?
-Mmm-hmm.

-It's the beard.

-Mmm.

Yeah, it's connecting now.

Got this new beard oil.

(SIGHS)

(MELISSA SINGING MUFFLEDLY)

PENNY: Noa.

How's your ass?

NOA: Still gone.

The pain meds are helping me

not care as much.

(GRUNTING)

PENNY: He's so sweet, right?

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I just wanna hurt him, Penny.

PENNY: It's all I think about.

I can't believe
I slept with him.

PENNY: Wait,

you fucked him?

 I never did. (CHUCKLES)

I don't think
any of the others did either.

I am not slut-shaming you,

by the way.

(NOA GROANS)

I'd say it's a compliment.

I'm so fucking stupid.

PENNY: No. You're not.

(NOA SIGHS)

PENNY: (CHUCKLES)
It is not our fault, Noa.

(VOICE SHAKING) It's...

always...

theirs.

(PENNY SOBBING)

(SIGHS)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

(MOLLIE CHUCKLES)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(MOUSE CLICKS, SCROLLS)

-What...
 -(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(SIGHS)

The fuck?

(EERIE MUSIC PLAYING)

-(SIGHS)
-(NOA GRUNTING)

(URINATING)

(PENNY SCREAMS, WHIMPERS)

PENNY: Get the fuck off me.

Fuck.

(PANTING)

(PENNY CRIES OUT)

(PENNY SCREAMS)

ANN: Wow, you did it.

ANN'S SON: Mom, I made it!

(SIGHS)

-(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

-STEVE: Extra cherries.

You've earned it.

Oh, fuck. (SIGHS)

I'm so tired.

Woke up at 2:00 a.m.

last night
 going, "Really? Now?"

(SIGHS)
I had to be up at 6:00.

Then you know you're not

going back to sleep.

You're up
fuckin' three hours later.

How are the meds?

Great, great, great.

Still in denial?

Yeah. Well...

Look, it's gonna take

a little time,

but eventually
you're gonna learn to accept

that things
don't always turn out

the way
you thought they would.

You know, we all die.

But it's really just how

we decide to go out.

Why did you

sleep with me, Steve?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

I told you, I, um...

I told you, I liked you.

Anyway, it was a mistake.

(STEVE GRUNTS, SIGHS)

All right, try to relax.

Fear and stress

isn't good for the meat.

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

(DOOR SLIDES CLOSE,

LOCK CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

NOA: Penny?

Penny, please,
just answer already.

Please, Penny.

Penny!

PENNY: What do you want?

Oh, fuck.

Jesus.

Now, was that so hard?

(NOA SIGHS)

PENNY: (SHAKILY)
I'm done, Noa.

(EXHALES)

No, you're not.

 (PENNY CRIES, SIGHS)

I don't even know

who I am anymore.

(PENNY CRYING)

I hope he fucking chokes.

And then he gets

a fucking tapeworm.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

And it just eats him

from the inside, slowly.

And that
all his weirdo friends

shit and puke

out of their eyes

till they all fucking die.

You're such a sweetheart,

Penny.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Just...

stay strong.

Okay?

-I'll get you those nuts.

-Thanks.

(UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
 (CHUCKLES)

(DOOR BELL CHIMES)

ANN: (OVER INTERCOM)

Whatever you're selling,

I'm not interested.

Oh, no. I'm not

selling anything. Sorry.

(CLEARS THROAT)
My name is Mollie, and...

ANN: Do I know you?

No.

But I'm looking

for my friend, Noa,

and I was hoping

you could help me.

I think your husband

might know her.

It really should only take

a minute.

(ANN SIGHS)

You do realize how strange

that sounds, right?

Yes, I do, and, um...

I don't really know

how to say this, but, um...

I think she may have been

seeing your husband.
What are you talking about?

(DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

Hi.

Hi.

(NOA GRUNTS SOFTLY)

Do you need anything?

No. Thank you.

Okay.

What does it taste like?

Well...

It depends on
where it comes from

and how it's prepared.

But...

if it's done right...

it's fucking exquisite.

It's like nothing

you've ever had before.

NOA: Hmm.

That's it?

(CHUCKLES WRYLY)

(DOOR SLIDES CLOSE)

 (LOCK CLICKS)

ANN: Go up to the playroom

while I make dinner, okay?

ANN'S SON:
Yeah! I got here first!

Listen, um...

I'm not even positive

that's my husband
in the picture.

You can't really see the face.

Plus I saw him this morning

before he went to work, so...

-Here.
-Thanks.

Honestly, this is...

This is crazy.

You should go to the police

if you're so worried
about your friend.

(CHUCKLES) Um...

Does he ever go out of town

-for work or anything?

-No.

Well, they went away

to Cottage Grove,

like, a week ago,

and I haven't heard from her
since then and I'm just...

I don't know where that is.

-I'm just worried, okay?

-Yeah, I understand.

I'm really sorry.

-Um...
-(DOOR OPENS)

That's my husband right now.

You need to leave, okay?

I'm just desperate.

Woman-to-woman,

maybe your husband

has more information.

I'm not trying to mess

anything up for anybody here.

I'm just trying

to find my friend.

MAN: Hey.
ANN: Hey.

-Hello. Hi.
-Hey.

(KEYS CLATTER)

-What's going on?

-ANN: Nothing.

Nothing.
This woman was just leaving.

You're Steve, right?

 No, I'm Brendan.

But you go by Steve, right?

No. Just Brendan. Who are you?

I'm Mollie. Um...

My friend Noa, uh, I think

you know her, she's missing.

Noa. Um... (EXHALES SHARPLY)

No, I'm sorry, I... I don't.

Um...

-Do you, honey?

-No, of course not.

That's terrible.
Yeah, I don't know,

I think you have

the wrong house.

Yeah. Yeah,
you're probably right.

Okay.

-I'm sorry. Sorry about that.

-No.

We're sorry
we couldn't help you.

Sorry about your friend.

I'm just thinking, when's

the last time you saw her?
(THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND
RINGTONE PLAYING)

Oh, it's you.

(CHUCKLES) Mollie, right?

Really shouldn't have

done that.

(BLOW LANDS)

(THANK YOU FOR BEING A FRIEND

CONTINUES PLAYING)

STEVE: Noa said

we'd get along.

Fuck!

Let's see.

(GRUNTS)

STEVE: So...

why did you ask me

what it tasted like?

Um... (GRUNTS)

I don't know.

I guess I was... curious.

STEVE: You were curious?

You expect me to believe that?

You can believe what you want.

Okay.
 Let's have dinner

and we'll see

how curious you are.

Brought you some stuff.

Figured you might wanna...

change.

(LOCK CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

(UPBEAT HIP-HOP SONG PLAYING)

PAUL: Mmm.

(GRUNTING)

Fuck.

(SCREENSHOT CLICKS)

(UNEASY MUSIC PLAYING)

-(WATER RUNNING)
-The boys go down okay?

Mmm-hmm. They asked for you.

(STEVE SIGHS)

How was work?

Good.

Actually, I'm gonna be late

tomorrow night.

Lots to do now
with the new product.
 Got some big clients
expecting deliveries.

I'm gonna take a shower.

Good teamwork today.

-(TAP CREAKS)
-(WATER RUNNING)

(MELANCHOLIC SONG PLAYING)

(MELANCHOLIC SONG CONTINUES

OVER EARPHONES)

(SLICING)

(NEW AGE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CART RATTLING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHAINSAW WHIRRING)

(POPS)

STEVE: Don't worry,

I'm not gonna drug you.

Again.

You better not.

Cheers.

Cheers.

STEVE: So you mentioned

you were curious.
 Yeah.

All right,
what do you wanna know?

Well...

Um...

When did you first try it?

-(DISHES CLATTERING)
-STEVE: Um...

I was, um, 18 or 19.

Nineteen, yeah.

And, look...

it wasn't an overnight thing,

you know?

First I was actually

horrified.

I mean, how could I

possibly be

capable of doing
something like this?

You know, I was a normal kid,

I had friends,
I had a normal life,

and now I gotta deal

with this thing

that I couldn't share

with anybody.
 And that killed me.

But I couldn't stop

thinking about it.

I couldn't get the, um,

taste out of my mouth.

The texture.

I liked it. I liked the way

it made me feel.

So I thought,
"I gotta find out

"if there's more out there,"

you know.

"I can't possibly be

the only person

"that feels this way."

And I wasn't.

There's a whole community

of people

that are devoted to this.

And that's when my life

started making sense.

I mean, it's...

It's a very powerful thing.

This whole world,

if you only knew. It's, um...

It's about giving.

 Giving yourself over
to somebody.

Becoming one
with somebody else, forever.

And that's...

That's a beautiful thing.

That's surrender.

That's love.

-(STEVE INHALES SHARPLY)

-(DISHES CLATTER)

And how many people

are in this community?

STEVE: Not many.

The 1% of the 1%.

You know, there's nothing

these people
can't afford, right?

They want the one thing

that no one else has

or can get.

And that's where I come in.

I can get it for them.

I made a name for myself.

Is it only women that you eat?

 STEVE: Yeah.

Why?

That's where the market is.

Plus, women just taste better.

(UTENSILS CLATTER)

So...

I cooked us something.

If you're open to trying it.

Is it...

Is it me?

No.

We'll have a bite together.

(FORK CLATTER ECHOES)

(GULPS)

(HEARTBEAT POUNDING
RHYTHMICALLY)

(INDISTINCT GROWL)

(SQUELCHES)

(SCRAPING)

(HEARTBEAT INCREASING)

STEVE:
This meal is about $30,000.

That's crazy.
 Be a lot more
if she was still alive.

Hope.

That was her name.

Kinda funny.

(CHUCKLES) It's kinda funny.

Stupid.

It's not what I expected.

It's, um...

It's indescribable.

(NOA CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(LOCK CLICKS,
DOOR SLIDES OPEN)

Thank you, Steve.

You're welcome, Noa.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

You know how I knew

you were special?

'Cause you're fucked up, too.

(LOCK CLICKS)

(SIGHS)

(KEYS JINGLING)

(BEEPS)
 (SIGHS)

STEVE: All right.

Let's go.

(MOLLIE GROANING WEAKLY)

(GRUNTING WEAKLY)

(NOA RETCHING)

(COUGHS, SPITS)

(PANTING)

(RETCHING)

(PANTING)

PENNY: Noa!

NOA: Penny. Yeah?

PENNY: That definitely

didn't sound like Melissa.

Yeah.

Sounds like someone new.

(GROANS WEAKLY)

(EKG MACHINE
BEEPING STEADILY)

PENNY:
You know, the other night,

I was thinking

about how nice

 it's been to talk to you.

But then I was like,

what if you're not real...

...and I'm just going crazy?

(CHUCKLES)

Like Melissa.

But I feel like if I had

an imaginary friend,

I wouldn't name her Noa.

It'd be, like...

Sean Connery.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I wish I could see you.

PENNY: Me, too.

(BEEPS)

STEVE:
I have something for you.

Go ahead.

Open it.

Do you like it?

(CLICKS TONGUE) It's pink.

I love it. (CHUCKLES)

Thank you.
 Maybe you can wear it
tonight and, uh,

we can have
dinner again.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll pick you up at 7:00.

I have no idea
what time it is.

I know.

Sure.

Maybe you can freshen up.

-(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)

-(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(SPRITZING)

(DOOR BEEPS)

Well, hello.

STEVE: Hi.

NOA: I see we've made it

to the dinner table.

Yes, we have.

NOA: Is, um...?

Is this a date, Steve?

Maybe it is.
 (ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING
ON SPEAKER)

(NOA BREATHES DEEPLY)

(STEVE CHUCKLES)

-Ooh.
-Well...

All right.

It's gonna be
an interesting night.

Yeah.

It is.

-(CHUCKLES)
-Great.

Let's get drunk.

I was thinking about

what you said that night.

About growing up alone

and all.

Made me realize nobody's

ever really cooked for you.

And that made me sad.

Everyone has to have

someone cook for them once.

Pâté.

-(MUNCHING)
-Liver.
 And garlic and rosemary.

(NOA CHUCKLES)

-Mmm.
-Mmm.

I do taste the garlic.

Definitely. Whoa.

You can make it next time.

Just the way you like it.

(CHUCKLES)

Who's this?

-This?
-Mmm.

This is Melissa.

Melissa.

(CHUCKLES)

I mean, that's so boring.

Isn't it? (CHUCKLES)

Like, she...

She tastes so,

you know, decadent...

and her name's Melissa.

(CHUCKLES)

Well...

Thought you were gonna

say something, you know, like:
 Joy.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Guess we finished all of Hope.

Oh, no,
there's more Hope left.

(LAUGHS)

Did Melissa ever get

a candlelit dinner?

(CHAIR SLIDES BACKWARD)

(SWITCH BEEPS)

STEVE: Welcome to my world.

The clients wanna

feel closer to the women.

They become a part of you

in some way.

There's Melissa.

And no, she never

had a candlelight dinner.

Where is my stuff?

(STEVE EXHALES DEEPLY)

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(SOFTLY) With me, I guess.

All right, come on.

There's more to eat.

 STEVE: (ECHOING)
We never did make it

to Cottage Grove, did we?

That's too bad.

(DISHES CLATTERING)

It's really serene out there.

Really makes me
wanna hug a tree. (LAUGHS)

Anyway, who knows?

Maybe we could still go.

Okay, so this is, uh,

breast meat.

And it's, um,

it's really nice.

It's fatty and subtle.

I don't know.

It might even be familiar.

(LAUGHING)

What?

-No, it's...
-Is it--?

No, it's, uh...

It's just stupid. (CHUCKLES)

-No, no, no, go ahead.

 -No, I can't.

Come on.

You gotta tell me.

No, it's just, um...

You saved the breast

till last.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, my God.

That was, um...

That's good.

This is really nice, Steve.

You know?

You're right, no one

has ever cooked for me, so...

It's not quite

how I pictured it,

but, you know, it's...

It is nice.

Yeah.

She's got better tits than me.

(LAUGHS)

You're not disagreeing?

-(LAUGHING) No, it's not--

-Thanks, Steve.

-I wasn't saying that.

-Thanks a lot, Steve.
 (LAUGHING)

STEVE: What's--?

-Um...
-(NOA LAUGHS)

(NOA SOBBING)

(SOFTLY) Sorry.

Sorry, it's just...

Um, it's just... (SNIFFLES)

It is really nice.

And it's...

It's...

all just so confusing.

And I can't quite process...

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

...'cause I feel awful.

I feel...

awful.

'Cause...

'Cause I don't...
I don't feel awful.

Fuck.

(SOFTLY) Hey, come here.

 Noa.

Hey.

It's okay.

-It's okay.
-(CONTINUES SOBBING)

(KISSES)

It's all gonna be okay.

You're just different.

And I knew it
from the moment I met you.

(STEVE BREATHES DEEPLY)

(STEVE CHUCKLES)

I forgot to handcuff you.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES, SNIFFLES)

You did.

Do you wanna dance?

Yeah.

(ROMANTIC SONG PLAYING)

Yeah, I do.

(SPANISH ROMANTIC SONG

PLAYING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Fuck!
 (BOTH SCREAMING)

-(CONTINUES SCREAMING)
-(NOA PANTING)

You fuck!

(STEVE GROANS)

Oh, God!

(GROANING IN AGONY)

Come on, come on.

(WHIMPERS)

You fucking bitch.

-(PANTING)
-(STEVE CONTINUES GROANING)

-Hurry.
-(STEVE BANGING ON DOOR)

(SCREAMING) Goddamn it, Noa!

You fucking bitch!

I'm gonna cut your heart out!

(SHUDDERS)

Oh, my God, Mollie.

-Are you okay? Are you okay?

-(MOLLIE GROANING)

(PANTING) I'm so sorry.

Hey, come on, come on. Okay.

-Oh, fuck.
-Give me your hand.
 What is wrong with you?

I can't tell you right now,

but I will.

Put those on.

I'll be right back!

MOLLIE: Where are you going?

(GRUNTS, GROANS)

Penny? Oh, my God, Penny!

Are you okay?

It's so good
to finally see you.

Are you okay?

Mollie! Mollie!

-Noa?
-Mollie, come help!

-Noa? Oh, my God.

-Come on, we gotta go.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(WOMEN GRUNTING, PANTING)

-Are you okay?

-Mmm-hmm. Yes.

You good?

(MOLLIE GROANS IN PAIN)

PENNY: Oh, shit!

 MOLLIE: Oh, fuck.

(PANTING HEAVILY)

(DUMBWAITER DINGS)

-(PENNY AND STEVE GRUNT)

-(MOLLIE YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(PENNY EXCLAIMS)

(STEVE AND MOLLIE GRUNT)

(YELLS)

-(KNIFE CLATTERS)
-(NOA PANTS)

(NOA AND STEVE GRUNT)

(MOLLIE YELLS, GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

Mollie. Mollie.

(NOA PANTING)

-Mollie.
-(STEVE GRUNTS)

(MOLLIE GRUNTING)

-(STEVE AND MOLLIE GRUNT)

 -(BOWL CLATTERS)

(NOA PANTING)

-STEVE: Come here.

-No. No!

Where do you think

you're going, Noa, huh?

Where do you think

you're going?

Think you're going somewhere?

You're not gonna

fucking leave.

Fuck. (YELLS)

(STEVE SCREAMS)

(NOA PANTING)

(ALL STRAINING)

(KNIFE CLATTERS)

NOA: No! (PANTING)

(MOLLIE GRUNTS)

MOLLIE: We gotta get

the fuck outta here.

(WOMEN PANTING, GROANING)

-Fuck.
-(PHONE CLATTERS)

(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING

ON CAR STEREO)
 Naw, son,
this shit is creepy as fuck.

I must've taken
a wrong turn back there.

This some bullshit.

Whoa.

Come on, Mollie.

Where you at?

NOA: How the fuck

did he get you?

MOLLIE: I was trying

to find you,

but I found him. (GROANS)

I knew shit was off.

NOA: I'm so sorry.

It's all my fault.

You guys are so cute.

Oh, fuck! Oh, shit.

PENNY: Are you okay?

MOLLIE: Yeah, I'm okay.

We gotta get up.

I'm gonna pick you up.

STEVE: (SHOUTS) Noa!

Oh, fuck.

PENNY: Oh, this fucking guy!

 STEVE: Fuck.

(SHOUTING) Noa!

(GRUNTING)

You lied to me!

I'm gonna kill

all you fucking bitches!

Watch out! He has a gun!

Naw, fuck this shit.

MOLLIE: We gotta split up.

We gotta zigzag.

Fuck. (PANTING)

Come on, man,

we seen this movie.

We don't make it
out this bitch alive,

you know this.

GPS got me twisted and shit.

STEVE: (SHOUTING) Noa!

I'm sorry!

Okay? I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

Is that what
you want me to say?

Huh?
 (BREATH QUIVERS)

ANN: Get a flashlight.

(SNIFFLES)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

STEVE: Go ahead,
you keep on fucking hiding.

You keep on fucking hiding!

(GASPS SOFTLY)

STEVE:
Stupid fucking weak

pussy-ass fucking bitches.

That's what you are.

Fucking bitches.

(PANTING)

(STEVE WHEEZING)

STEVE: Come on!

Fuck.

PENNY: (SHOUTING)
Hey, you fucking half-dick!

-(FIRES GUN)
-(PENNY YELLS)

(STEVE GRUNTS)

(NOA YELLS)
 (WOMEN YELLING
AND GRUNTING)

NOA: Pig!

(WHEEZING)

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Come on.

Give me a smile.

(GRUNTS)

Fuck. (PANTING)

(PANTING)

-(GUN CLATTERS)
-(NOA CRYING)

MOLLIE: We did it, okay?

We're safe.

NOA: Penny, are you okay?

(GRUNTING)

NOA: Fuck!

Fuck!

I don't have any signal.

Oh, shit.

I left my phone. (SNIFFLES)

-Okay, you stay with Penny.

-MOLLIE: What?
-You goin' back out there?
-I gotta get my phone.

Look, come
right the fuck back, okay?

Okay.

MOLLIE: For real.

NOA: I will.

Come here.

-(INSECTS CHIRPING)
-(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

ANN: Hmm.

We need to clean this up.

MAN: Yes, ma'am.

Let's get his body on ice.

Yes, ma'am.

(NOA PANTING HEAVILY)

Come on, come on.

(GASPS) Yes. Yes.

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

-Oh, my God, you got him.

-What?

I thought
this would never end.

You got him.

 Who are you?

Thank you.
We're free now, right?

-What?
-Thank you. Thank you.

(NOA STRAINING)

MOLLIE: Anything?

Nothing.

Oh, fuck.

(NOA GRUNTING AND SCREAMING)

What the hell is that?

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

I wanna watch your life

slip away.

(STABBING)

(GASPS, COUGHS)

(CHOKING)

You fucking cunt!

(GRUNTS) Mollie! Mollie!

-(GRUNTS)
-You dirty slut.

MOLLIE: (YELLS)
I asked you for help!
 Bitches like you
are the fucking problem!

(BOTH PANTING)

Who the...?

Who the hell is that?

Steve's wife.

What?

He's married?

Was... Was married.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I fucking love you, Mollie.

I love you more.

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)