Nightmare
Clancy: Where am I? You gotta be fucking kidding me?
Clancy: Shit!
Clancy: I’m not dying down here!
Clancy: Keep it together. You’ve survived this far.
Jack: You think you got what it takes to join the family? Prove it. This’ll hurt me more than it hurts you. Don’t piss me off. You think you can hurt me? Hah, you think that’s gonna do you any good? Really?
Clancy: When is this gonna be over?
Clancy: Where the fuck are all these things coming from!?
Clancy: OK, I want to go home.
Clancy: What is up in this fucking house!?
Clancy: It’s almost morning. Keep it together. When I’m done, I’m gonna burn this fucking house down.
Jack: Ready for round two, Clancy?
Clancy: Wait. Wait! I killed you!
Jack: No way out, ya know! There you are. You know you want it! Hold still! I’m going to squash you like a bug. Hope Marguerite didn’t heat that. I’m gonna squash you, I’m gonna squash you like a bug. God damn it! It’s over, boy. It’s only gonna sting a little bit! Feisty, ain’t you? You know what? Fuck it. I’m on to you. What’s the matter, son? Out of ammo? Where in the hell you think you’re going to, son? I’m waiting—Hello there! How you been? You’re a dead man. Get ready for it! Oh come on, come on:! Can you just stay still for a goddamn minute! Don’t lose your head! You’re gonna get it! I’m going to gut you like a fish. Guess what? You gonna die! Here it comes! Get ready for it! It’ll feel good, I promise. I’m an old man, son. You can’t take an old man? Miss me? Well now, aren’t you somethin’?
Clancy: It’s over! I made it!
Bedroom
Marguerite: Sleep well, darlin’? Our daughter really likes you. She wants you to be her big brother. Aw, now don’t get too excited. Don’t jump up and down just yet. You wanna be part of this family, you gotta eat like family. Mmm, that smells good, don’t it? You eat all this and you can be one of us. Then I’ll take those things off and you can go out and play. But you gotta eat all of it.
Clancy: I’m not eating that! It smells like shit!
Marguerite: I worked all day on that, you ungrateful prick! I made it with love! You better behave yourself now!
Clancy: I gotta do something. There’s gotta be another way out of here. Shit! I’m not touching that. Shh-shh-shh-shh-shh-shh!
Marguerite: What was that noise!?
Clancy: I can’t let her see I’ve been out of bed.
Marguerite: What the hell is all that noise? Ooo, my back. Huh? Now hold on just a minute… Oh that drawer didn’t open itself! This is what you get!
Clancy: Argh! No, no, no, I’ll be good—I’ll be good.
Marguerite: You better behave yourself now!
Clancy: Damn it, damn it. Shit!
Marguerite: Who’s making that noise!?
Clancy: Damn it, damn it!
Marguerite: Is that you again, Lucas!? I keep telling you, boy, keep it down…
Jack: Marguerite! You still fawning over that boy? I told you to throw him out! We already have enough men in the house!
Marguerite: Quiet, Jack! You’ll scare him! And don’t forget our little girl insisted that he stay, so you shut up!
Jack: What’d you say!?
Marguerite: This is all your fault! You god… damn… homewrecker!
Jack: Marguerite! Marguerite, I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean that. You know I love you, right?
Marguerite: Oh Jack…
Jack; Please forgive me, honey.
Marguerite: Alright. Alright, I forgive you.
Jack: Come on, let’s go.
Marguerite: Mmmm! Don’t that just smell like heaven? I made it specially for you. Huh? Has someone been in here? Oh something ain’t right… Oh… just my imagination. I figured you still hadn’t eaten yet so I brought something else for ya.
Clancy: Who the fuck are these people… Ugh, got to love home cooking. No, no!
Marguerite: I’m going out of my mind!
Clancy: I got to get back!
Marguerite: I’m not enjoying this, dang it! Huh? Now hold on just a minute… Why is your cuff unlocked!? You’re a bad boy, Clancy! You were out of bed, weren’t you, you little piece of shit! How did you get loose?
Clancy: No, no! I wasn’t!
Marguerite: Don’t give me that! I know when somebody’s been touching things they aren’t supposed to!
Clancy: No! It wasn’t me! It was Lucas! He was just in here a minute ago!
Marguerite: Lucas? Oh, Lucas… I thought I told that boy he wasn’t allowed to have you yet.
Clancy: I gotta get out of here before she kills me.
Marguerite: Clancy? Where are you? Are you in there?
Clancy: Quick, quick! Use your head.
Marguerite: Why!? That hurt me, you son of a bitch! Oww! Fucker! I’m gonna make you eat that knife!
21
Clancy: What the… Where am I?
Lucas: Hey. Hey! Hey! Look at me! Yeah, look at me. There ya go. Now, I wonder… Do you have what it takes? See, you two are gonna play a little game. And whoever wins gets to walk on outta here alive. So pay attention. Because it’s life… or death! Yours. Do you like cards? Of course you do. Well I’ve made up a game especially for you two. Except we don’t bet with chips around here. If you catch my drift.
Hoffman: Hey, he said he’d let the winner go.
Clancy: Who are you?
Hoffman: What do you think? You believe that freak?
Lucas: And now I’ll explain the rules of the game! You fellas played blackjack, right? You just draw cards, trying to add up to twenty-one. Go over twenty-one—and you lose!
Hoffman: Wait, wait! This is crazy.
Lucas: So! Say your prayers, and let the games begin!
Clancy: Are you fucking kidding?
Lucas: Alright, Clancy, my man—you’re up first. Either draw a card, or stick with what you got. Aim for twenty-one. You can count, right?
Clancy: I’m gonna stay.
Lucas: OK, Hoffman. You’re next. The cards are numbered one to eleven. No doubles, and you share the same deck.
Hoffman: Gimme another.
Clancy: Hit me.
Hoffman: Gimme another.
Clancy: I’m gonna stay.
Hoffman: I’ll stay.
Lucas: OK! Show ‘em, fellas! The winner is… Clancy! Now, the loser pays the bet.
Hoffman: This is insane. You can’t do this… My fucking fingers! Argh! This ain’t happening.
Lucas: Hahaha-oo-ee! Hell of a game, right? Let’s put a few more fingers in the pot!
Hoffman: What did I do? Tell me, what did I do?
Lucas: OK! Show ‘em, fellas! It’s a… draw! A draw…? I guess you both lose!
Hoffman: Why!? Why, you fuck!?
Lucas: Lose this one, and you’ll need a partner to jerk you off!
Lucas: The winner is… Clancy!
Clancy: Now you’ll let me go, right?
Lucas: That’s how the game works. I wish we could have had a little more fun.
Hoffman: No… I gotta go home to my family… One more… round…
Lucas: Aww, that’s the spirit, Hoffman! Sorry, Clancy, I guess we’re playing another round!
Clancy: What the fuck? What the—? Hey! Hey what’s going on!?
Lucas: Voila! Just a little something special I made for the occasion. Figured it out, yet? Awww, I bet you can guess. This puppy’s a relic from an execution chamber. I got it working again though! See them gauges there? The current goes up every time you lose. “But what’s the bet, Lucas?” Just look here! At max power, you’ll really ride the lightning! Haha!
Clancy: Somebody get me out of this nut house!
Lucas: You know what? I think it’s time to spice this game up a little bit.
Lucas: The winner is… Hoffman!
Clancy: No! No!
Lucas: You can handle that much, right?
Lucas: Woo! The next jolt’ll pop you like a frog on a hotplate!
Lucas: The winner is… Hoffman! Uh-oh, Clancy! You get the consolation prize!
Clancy: Fuck! Just wait, just wait a second!
Lucas: No-no-no! Bye-bye, Clancy!
Lucas: The winner is… Clancy! Let’s move right on to the next game.
Hoffman: I’m… going home… I have a family… Just… just die, OK? Please…
Lucas: The winner is… Clancy!
Hoffman: God… I can’t go out like this… Heeelp! Heeelp! Melissa… just wait, baby girl… Daddy’s gonna win this…
Lucas: The winner is… Clancy! Uh-oh! Looks like Hoffman just won himself the consolation prize!
Hoffman: No, no, no! You can’t be serious… Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! Don’t ki—
Clancy: He’s dead. He’s fucking dead now, alright? Tell me we’re done.
Lucas: OK, Clancy, you won fair and square. Guess I’ll set you—Huh? Well blow me down. Look at Hoffman! I’m Hoffman, and I feel fine! I think we should play another round! Did you hear that? Hoffman, you tough son of a bitch! Like the man said, we got to play another round!
Clancy: What the fuck is wrong with you? You promised to let me go! Hey, you sick fuck! Talk to me! Oh, what the fuck, now?
Lucas: I want to bring out a dear friend for our grand finale. Meet—Mr. Saw! We got the distance left to Hoffman. And Clancy, this is how far to you! This is how much distance you’re playing for. Just think of it as a massage—all shiatsu-like. But you better enjoy it. Cause it’s the last massage you’re ever gonna get. It’s your turn now!
Clancy: You enjoying this, you prick?
Lucas: The winner is… Clancy! Are you trying to kill me? I thought we were friends, Clancy! Clancy, just give up! Stop being selfish and die already!
Lucas: The winner is… Clancy! Aw shucks, I lost! Your life ain’t shit anyway. Think of my wife and daughter!
Lucas: The winner is… Clancy! Oh boy, I’m scared now! Oh no! Clancy’s gonna beat me! What can I do? I can’t give up now. There must be something I can do. Ohhh yeah! I guess I’ll use this. This is my ace in the hole!
Clancy: This can’t be happening…
Lucas: The winner is… Hoffman! Hoohoo! You are dog food now!
Clancy: Fuck! Just wait, just wait a second!
Lucas: No-no-no! Bye-bye, Clancy!
Clancy: This can’t be happening…
Lucas: Hey, what the hell? Son of a …! I’m ending this!
Clancy: We’re done now, right? Will you let me go now?
Lucas: You are one cold son of a bitch! Now, you impress me so much, I’m gonna give you an extra reward. We’re gonna play another game, you and me. Oh ain’t life grant?
Clancy: No! I can’t take this anymore! Please! Please, god… Fuck!
Daughters
Newscaster: In today’s top news—Record-breaking rainfall from this week’s hurricane looking to come to a close tomorrow morning, as the storm moves on. Out in the gulf, reports of a missing ship have rescue crews combing the coast. We’ll have the details on that search shortly. But first, record rain over the past few days has left many residents in some of the Parishes—knee-deep in flood waters. On radar we can see the system moving along to the northeast losing strength as it goes—
Marguerite: Any news on the damage from the storm?
Zoe: They haven’t said.
Jack: Marguerite! Open up. I found another one.
Marguerite: Oh… oh, she’s so young.
Jack: Yeah. How’s our other guest?
Marguerite: Sleeping—poor thing.
Jack: I say let ‘em. They’ll be OK here for a few days—at least until we can get them into town.
Marguerite: Zoe, go get some fresh clothes from the laundry room, OK? Looks like there was some sorta oil spill or something. Let’s get this poor girl some fresh clothes and into a warm bed—we’ll put her in Lucas’ old room.
Lucas: Aw come on, can’t you put her somewhere else?
Jack: Oh Lucas, you just hush. You’ve long outgrown that room. Always wanted to run a bed and breakfast.
Marguerite: Got your big break, didn’t ya? Get her to bed. I’ll put some soup on. Good night for soup, don’t you think? Excuse me, Lucas.
Lucas: Hurry up and get her some clothes before she gets that shit all over my old room.
Marguerite: There’s a change of clothes in the laundry room, dear. Go on take that girl some clean clothes. Zoe, she can’t be in those dirty clothes all night.
Jack: Honey, please get her cleaned up and into some dry clothes. I need to check on the boat house. It was half underwater last I looked.
Zoe: Yes, daddy. Alright, little girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.
Eveline: They’re mine now.
Zoe: What?
Zoe: Daddy? Is the power out? Was there a lightning strike? Where’d that little girl get to? What was that? Lucas!? What happened! Are you OK? What the hell is going on?
Marguerite: I know, I know. That’s right. All are welcome.
Zoe: Mama, is that you?
Marguerite: Zoe? Come look. Come see her gift. Look at all the pretties my little girl has given me!
Zoe: Jesus!
Marguerite: Kiss me, lover!
Jack: Marguerite, what the hell? get to the garage! Get some rope! Go—now!
Marguerite: Oh get outta my way, Jack! That girl’s our family now! And we’re hers!
Jack: Get off me, woman! Get—Now don’t make me do something I’ll regret!
Zoe: Mama… What the hell’s going on…? I’m on my way, daddy.
Zoe: Daddy? Stop it!
Jack: Don’t you worry. It’s a whole lot worse than it looks. Cleanliness is next to godliness and your mother’s pretty fucking close to meeting him right now. She wants me to do this. I have to show her how devoted I am. She wants us all to show her our love. You don’t wanna disappoint her, now do ya? We can’t do that.
Zoe: Who are you talking about?
Jack: Your new sister Evie! When I ask for rope, I expect to get rope. I’m just gonna have to teach you a lesson.
Zoe: Daddy! Stop it! Please!
Jack: She’s waiting for you.
Zoe: Daddy, stop! Why are you doing this?
Jack: Now what’s the matter, honey? Don’t you wanna play with your new sister?
Marguerite: She has a gift for you.
Jack: When I ask for rope, I expect to get rope. I’m just gonna have to teach you a lesson.
Zoe: Daddy… What’s gotten into you? I gotta find a way out…
Jack: Zoe! Open this door!
Zoe: Get away!
Jack: You can’t keep me out.
Zoe: Stop it! Why!?
Jack: I’ll huff and I’ll fukcing puff!
Zoe: Daddy…
Jack: What? You playing hide and seek? I ain’t got time for this.
Lucas: Hey! What the hell, Dad? No! Damn it! Dad!
Jack: Let me tell you something, boy. You are gonna be her big brother. Come on now, accept her gift.
Zoe: I gotta get out of here…
Marguerite: Ha! Now get over here! I’m gonna getcha! Settle down! You don’t wanna have an accident, do you? She’s just lonely, Zoe, and we got to protect her. Zoe! I see you, sugar. Jack! Gimme a hand here! Jack! Get over here, Jack!
Zoe: I gotta get out of here…
Marguerite: Zoe! Huh? Eveline called me Mommy. Ain’t that sweet? Zoe? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Stay away! Don’t touch her! Don’t hurt my family!
Zoe: I don’t understand, mama—what’s going on?
Marguerite: Here, take it. Take it! Go!
Zoe: Don’t worry, mama. I’ll go get help. Why is this happening?
Marguerite: Zoe! Gimme that key! Give it!
Jack: Well now, there you are. Aw! You always did like hiding there. Honey, I know where you are. Come out now. I won’t be angry. I found you. No more running around. What are you afraid of? Zoe! I been looking for you! I’d expect this behavior from Lucas, but not you. You ain’t smart enough to hide from me.
Zoe: Come on… Come on!
Jack: What? You’re just gonna up and leave us?
Marguerite: Don’t you wanna meet your little sister?
Jack: Now you’re just being rude! And I… cannot.. abide… by.. rudeness!
Zoe: This can’t be real.
Eveline: Sisterrrr.
Zoe: I think I fell asleep.
Jack: Well, well, now, look who’s decided to join us!
Lucas: Wake up and smell the shitty coffee, Zoe.
Jack: Lucas.
Marguerite: You OK, dear? There was a lot of excitement from that storm last night.
Zoe: I’m fine. I had the weirdest damn dream last night. There was this little girl—
Jack: Well now after breakfast, uh—Lucas and I are gonna have a look around to see if the storm did any damage. And you two should have a look around the house and do the same.
Marguerite: That’s a good idea, Jack. You guys remember the last hurricane—we thought we were lucky—and then the next time it rained, there was a mess for sure.
Eveline: Hello, sister.