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Todd OS:
What the hell
have you done?

Bruce:
I know what you're thinking.
This looks pretty bad.

Todd:
You're damn right!

Bruce:
But you gotta trust me. It
wasn't my fault, I swear.

Todd! Hold up! Todd!

(gibberish yoga chant)

Yoga Master OS:
And breathe.

Todd:
This is a waste of time.

Yoga Master OS:
Remember it takes total

Yoga Master:
consciousness to achieve
unconsciousness.

(Bruce chanting OS)

(Todd chanting OS)

Dude, fuck this.
We should be writing

our screenplay right now.

Bruce OS:
Thank you for accepting
my invitation, Todd...

and for giving my class
your full attention.

I'm sorry. It's just not
what I had in mind.

Bruce (OS):
You did manage to
meditate for all of 35 seconds.

I don't suppose I could
ask for more

commitment from you than that.

We only have 10 pages written,
and the meeting is tonight.

Yoga Master OS:
I sense discontent.

Please, people, time to commune.

Bring your circles together.

Yes complete your circle

I'm completeing my frickin'
circle for you.

You!

What? What did I do?

It is because of you
that this group will suffer

4 weeks of bitter harvest!
(groans from others)

Oh great. Thanks a lot, Todd.

Yoga master OS:
You have brought doom upon all
of us.

Well good. I could use a
little more doom in my writing.

Oh you shall have it, friend.
You shall have it.

Bruce:
Master Sha-Rin?

Todd OS:
Sharon.

Bruce OS:
Young Todd is but a
neophyte to our ways.

Might he repent?

Hmm no.

Please, sir, I beg you.

Yoga master OS:
There's only one way to break
the curse.

You both must sign up for my
aggressive Shamyaki class.

Four weeks minimum.

I've heard enough.

Todd, come on. Dude we're
cursed because of you.

Don't you care about the
bitter harvest?

Finish your circles without me.

Go in peace and calm, my space
beaver.

Bruce:
Where were we?

Todd:
Bethany and her friends are
in a cabin in the woods.

Okay, Bethany and her friends
are in a cabin in the woods...

Bruce OS:
playing strip poker...

Bruce OS:
A mysterious figure
watches from outside the house.

Bruce OS:
Like one of those
nasty peeping tom dudes.

Bruce OS
So then Bethany takes
her boyfriend to the bedroom.

Todd OS:
Uh oh...

Bruce OS:
Yeah, they gonna get their freak
on.

Bruce OS:
She like wiggles out of
some super-tight booty shorts.

Bruce OS:
No, no wait. She's topless.

Todd OS:
No, let's keep the bra.
She'll get naked later.

Bruce OS:
Alright. Good idea.
She's in a black lace bra.

Bruce OS:
A mysterious figure
approaches the house

Bruce OS:
as the oblivious
boy and girl make out

Bruce OS:
and then out
comes the machete and...

Todd OS:
And what?

Bruce:
And scene.

Todd:
And scene?

You wanna end on that?

Dude, totally suspenseful.

That's enough for today.
Print it out.

(paper rustling)

Whoa.

Sonya:
Everybody else finished?

I read enough to get the
general idea.

Bloody hell. What
are your thoughts?

I think I wrote this
screenplay in like 8th grade.

Screenwriter OS:
4th grade.

Ouch.

Let's try to be a little
productive here, okay?

Okay, but I mean this is total
derivative trash.

Bruce:
It's horror of course it's
derivative.

Bruce makes a good point.

Actually, I kind of liked it.

Just because you chose a
forgiving genre doesn't make it

okay to ignore all of the
elements of screenwriting.

Like character.

Plot.

It's got a plot.

Todd:
And characters.

And gratuitous tit shots.

I thought we took those out.

Oops.

Actually, I didn't mind
the tits.

Sorry. Boobs. I mean, breasts.

Besides the breasts, how do
you guys feel that Bruce and
Todd can build on their idea.

Well, that's just it. I can't
really say this is their idea.

I mean, it's total cliche' just
like every other crap horror
piece out there.

Yeah, it's like we've seen
this a million times.

But our killer uses a machete.

Any suggestions for a
better murder weapon?

How about a butter knife?

Oh thats cool, or how about
something a little bit more
clever like a wine bottle?

Screenwriter OS:
Or a book?

Haven't seen that before.

Good. These are all good ideas.

You're missing the point, Sonya.

You can't just change the murder
weapon when rest of the story
around it is trash.

They need to start over.

Come up with a better more
clever concept.

Yeah I mean as it is this would
never sell.

Unless your uncle produces it.

Not believable. Sorry.

So, Bruce and Todd, the
consensus is not believable.

But I...
Perhaps you should write

something more akin to what
you experience everyday.

These fantastical horror stories
are maybe not your forte.

Maybe you should write
about your own lives.

Good luck. I hope you guys don't
give up.

Oh, don't worry about that.
We're more focused than ever.

Yeah.

Bruce:
Fucking neo-fascist
hippies.

I bet half the chicks in
that class are rug-munchers.

What's that?

Todd:
Our rent is past due.

We owe $1,200.

Did you not give them
the checks?

Sure. I gave them your check.

What about yours?

Bruce OS:
We used my unemployment on food,
dude.

What the hell, Bruce? There's
no way food costs that much.

I have special needs.

You wasted all that money
at the Buddhist co-op?

Jesus! That's our fucking rent,
man!

My digestive system is
sensitive...

and it requires
non-synthesized, grass-fed,

hydro-aggravated,
non-multi-ethno-fermented foods.

Well that's it.

We're screwed.

We officially need jobs.

Duh. We have a job.

I don't know what world you live
in, but in my world you need
money.

Todd:
Our job doesn't pay.

So what do you wanna be? A
waiter?

Or, no, no no, you could be one
of those landscape guys

in Beverly Hills that like
never wears a shirt...

and he's always covered
in sweat,

and he's working for some 80
year old sleazebag...

who's husband just died, and
she makes you prune her bush...

Just so you can get you
paycheck.

I'm not going back to that life!

We are getting evicted!

Dude, trust me. Evictions
take time.

Trust you?

Yeah.

They don't want to evict us any
more than we want to move.

So what do we do?

Just talk to Sarge. He'll come
through.

Sarge:
Garbage.

Todd:
Shit.

Total garbage. This took you two
weeks?

Well...

Bruce:
Not exactly two weeks.

but this is the prime cut of the
best of the fruits of the labor!

Sarge:
I don't know, Todd.

I'm not seeing much progress
here.

We know it has problems.

Yes, but it's more than that.

Our screenwriting group
had reservations too.

As well they should. What
you have here is amateur.

It's like you've never
written a screenplay before.

(Bruce giggles nervously)

Your mother tells me you're so
creative but this... I think

you're spending too time
with that freeloader, Bruce.

He's right here.

Hi. I'm right here.

What's a freeloader?

It's not my best work. I can
improve.

Well, you better, because
you now have competition.

What?

My other nephew back in
Madison... he's in a band.

He wants money for the
recording studio.

(Todd scoffs)

Sarge OS:
He shaved his head, and
now he wears a hammer-

and-sickle neck tattoo. But
he's family.

He's gonna take our money?

It's MY money.

And I'd still rather invest in a
film.

But it has to be good.

This isn't charity, Todd.

It'll sell, sir. I guarantee it.

May I talk to Todd, please?

Yeah sure I'll just wait
over here.

Sarge OS:
I like that you're going with
horror. It'll always

sell. But it needs to bleed!
To strike fear in me!

Or at least overwhelm me with
gory, bloody hell.

Yes, sir.

Watch some of the masters.
Study what they've done.

I tried to tell him to do that.

But don't take forever. I want
to see something in 2 weeks.

If it's anything like this,
POOF goes your investor.

I understand. We'll get
cracking, and you won't be
disappointed.

I hope not.

Good night, Todd.

Good night, Sarge. Thanks again.

Bruce.

Night, sir.

Waiter:
You guys good? Still
nursing those?

Bruce:
Yeah, and we're in severe
need of nipples.

Todd:
We're good we're
lightweights.

Bruce OS:
Thanks, Jake.

Okay, cool.

A metal band in Wisconsin.

Maybe cod pieces are still big
there.

Bruce OS:
Hey man, buck up. Sarge
actually gave us good news.

We still got two weeks.

Todd OS:
Yeah but we gotta start
from scratch.

Everybody hates our script.

Bruce OS:
We knew it wasn't Hamlet, and
I said we should've

nixed that cabin-in-the-woods
thing anyway.

What?

They should be in tents.

Tents?

Yeah! See the killer's shadow
inside the tent. Ramps up
anticipation!

Anyway, whatever. Start from
scratch, not a problem.

Bruce OS:
Got the perfect
solution.

What's that?

Shangri-La, baby.

Bruce OS:
It's perfect. Go up
there, spend a few days.

They guarantee creative bliss.
Says so right there.

Oh man, if only.

I'm serious.

You're serious about what?

About going. We need this.

We can't afford our rent. How
can we afford a vacation?

This is no vacation. This is
work.

But instead of creating our
genius in your cramped little

office, we surround ourselves
with beauty.

We need to surround ourselves
with death and blood.

And cash.

I think this may help.
[Todd:] What's this?

Shangri-La fund.

This is your goddamned
unemployment check.

This is our fucking rent money!

I will not waste this
precious cash on a slum lord.

We need to spend it on us.

Look, man, Shangri-La is
no spring break at Cancun.

It's a place for serious
artists, dude.

No. Take that money. March
straight up to Cindy-

Fine, you want to take the easy
road?

Pay the rent? Write in your
cramped little office?

Be my guest.

Bruce OS:
But ask yourself -
has that worked? Hm?

Isn't it time for a change?

We'll come home, and all our
stuff will be on the side of the
road.

Who cares, dude. We'll have a
genius script in our hands.

Isn't that what we came here
for?

Todd, I believe in us. I
believe in your ability.

I'm, willing to risk my
livelihood on it.

And my livelihood too.

Let's load up your mom's
minivan with all our possessions

and start our Hollywood
adventure.

It's MY minivan.

Dude, seriously? Don't ever
say that around chicks.

Todd OS:
I don't know if we
can go with Bloody Hell...

I checked on IMDB. There are
like 12 Bloody Hells already out
there so...

Bruce:
Dude, that's why you
go with Bloodier Than Hell.

Because it's like we're 2
steps better than those.

Todd:
Yeah, but I don't think
it's interesting enough.

I was thinking of something
like more of a play on The
Shining.

So that we have some sort of
word that normally doesn't have
'ing' at the end of it

but we add it to the word,
so like The Happening or the...
something 'ing'.

Bruce:
Yeah, we could do
something with worms,

and call it, The
Slithering.

Todd:
Worms? I don't want
to shut that idea down.

right off the bat, but I
don't think it's good.

Bruce:
Oh, dude, instead
we go with snakes. Snakes.

(big thump on side of car)

Todd:
What the hell?

[Bruce:] Oh, I think you hit
something.
[Todd:] What was that?

Bruce:
You mean WHO was it?

Todd:
Oh, it was a person? Jesus!

Do you think we should just keep
going?

Bruce:
Come on, dude, let's check
it out.

Besides, trust me, you
don't want a hit-and-run.

Todd OS:
Can you see what it is?

Bruce:
Oh, shit, dude. I think
you killed somebody.

Todd OS:
Oh God.

Bruce:
Yeah, he ain't moving, and
he's kind of missing an arm.

Todd:
Is he breathing?

Bruce:
Holy shit.

Todd:
What? What is it?

Bruce:
Our boy here has no face.

(rustling sound back at minivan)

Todd:
We're being robbed.

Hey!

Bruce:
Damn.

Bruce:
Missing anything?

Todd:
Yeah they took my suitcase
and my phone.

I have no clothes.

Oh, that's not a problem.
You can just wear mine.

My stuff's right here.

(loud rock music)

Todd:
Where the hell is this
place?

Bruce:
What?

Todd:
Turn that shit down.

Bruce:
Huh?

Todd:
Where are we?

Bruce:
Oh. we're looking for
Springfield street.

Todd:
I haven't seen a single street
sign in the last 15 miles.

Bruce:
Dude, it's the country.
What did you expect?

Todd:
Are we lost?

Bruce:
There it is right there!

Todd:
What? Where?

Bruce:
Just kidding. Keep going.

(Bruce laughs)

Bruce:
There. There.

Todd:
Where?

(Bruce laughs)

Todd:
How about you drive for a
while?

Bruce:
No, man. You're doing
fine.

Todd:
It's an oasis.

Bruce:
I hear music.

Bruce:
Shit the bed.

Todd:
Dammit, Bruce!

Monroe:
Welcome to Shangri-La!

I trust you had no difficulty
finding us?

No. No problem at all.
You are Bruce and...

He is Bruce.

And Todd. Yes.

I am Monroe, your host.

And this is my assistant, Lacey.

I'll take your bags.

I got robbed.

Okay.

Come. I'll introduce you to the
others.

Allow me to introduce the
writing team, Todd and Bruce.

Hey, how you doing? Name's
Bruce.

I see Bruce has already
made himself at home.

(Mindy clears her throat)

This is Mindy, our celebrated
writer and humorist.

Mindy:
Not so celebrated
actually. I'm working on a

collection of short stories, but
I'm having some problems.

You're too humble. Your
writing is brilliant.

Mindy:
That's the wine talking.

And most eloquently. (laughing)

And Larson.

This is his third excursion here
at Shangri-La. He's a musician.

Larson:
Uh, singer-songwriter.

Monroe:
He's working on a new
collection of songs.

I've had some success overseas.

Cool. Where?

You know. Overseas.

Places like that.

Monroe:
And Celeste.

She studied at Beaux Arts.

She works in all mediums.

You can talk to ghosts?

Celeste:
Well, currently I'm,
fascinated with clay.

Sculpting. Molding. Fashioning.

Such a tactile experience.

Have you ever tried it?

Sculpting? No. Not since 4th
grade.

I have. I love it.

[Celeste:]Do you?
[Bruce:]I do.

It's been too long since my
last piece.

Monroe OS:
Her parents are from
Burgundry.

That's France.

Oh. You mean overseas.

So is this everybody?

Monroe OS:
There's also Jasper.

(gasps)

Jasper:
Monroe, have you got any
industrial strength glue?

I checked the cellar. Nothing
down there.

I'll put it on the list.

Jasper is not our most social
guest, but he has a brilliant
mind.

You sure he's not sniffing the
glue?

He's a genius with found art.

What kind of art can you find
in the middle of the woods?

I think you'll find that
your only limitations

here at Shangri-La are
your own imaginations.

Well said.

You two could use something to
drink.

Well, I didn't want to be rude.

Monroe OS:
I'll get a couple glasses, and
Lacey will take you to your
room.

Lacey:
Make yourselves at home.

Todd:
Thanks.

Bruce:
I'll take that.

The name's Bruce.

Todd:
I guess I'll take the top
bunk.

Alright. So listen, dude,
if you're into the Celeste chick

I'll totally respect that.
Move right on in.

What? Who's Celeste?

If you are into her, I'm
going after the nerdy chick

with glasses, because I'm
telling you right now...

repressed chicks will
fuck your balls off, ok?

And then there's the naughty
secretary are you
freaking kidding me?

Oh my god, that skirt. I just
want peel it off of her like a
banana.

I'm sorry Bruce my mind is
elsewhere like the reason we are
here.

Either way, dude, we got
to get downstairs before

choad-boy starts melting
hearts with the acoustic!

Come on! Get your head in the
game!

Hey!

Bruce OS:
So what the hell is
Beaux Arts?

Celeste:
The 't' is silent.

It's Beaux Arts.

It's the art school in Paris.

Wow, surprised they only
have one.

I'm surprised you haven't heard
of it.

Well, my background is mostly
experiential.

So you didn't go to school?

No. Not for screenwriting, but
I'm an avid movie watcher.

Have you ever written before?

Celeste OS:
Prose?

Poetry?

A journal?

A blog?

No. I'm more of an observer.

An observer of the human
condition.

Interesting. I'm going
to have another drink.

Oh no. Please, allow me.
have another drink.

Mindy:
Did you ever read any F.
Scott Fitzgerald?

Todd:
I don't remember. He did
what? 'Grapes of Wrath'?

That's Steinbeck.

Come on, you had to have read
The Great Gatsby at some point.
Thats Fitzgerald.

Sounds familiar. I'm really more
of a movie fan than a book fan.

Ah, you and the rest of the
world.

But I do enjoy books.

Well, Fitzgerald wrote
these brilliant short

stories full of
satire and sharp wit.

I'm just devouring them.
[laughs]

I see a lot of satire,
just not much sharp wit.

I think I'm going to take a walk
around the place. Check it out.

Let me show you the lake. It's
really beautiful in the evening.

Okay.

Bruce:
Here you go.

Thank you.

Bruce:
Nice, dude, nice.

Larson:
Like I was saying, Robert
Johnson...

he's my inspiration...

So, where were we?

Larson:
We were just
discussing Robert Johnson.

Oh, yeah. I love his work.

Really? You're a fan of
round-breaking blues guitarists?

I find the blues so dark
and longing.

(Bruce whimpering)

So heartbreaking.

Everything okay?

I was just thinking of my
mother. She's passed, but not
gone.

I keep her right here.

Mindy:
So the through-line
is the character Dasiy.

She plays a role
in all the short stories.

Otherwise, they can all stand
alone.

Todd:
Cool.

Mindy OS:
Well, what do you
think?

About what?

My short story collection.

Oh, I can't really say. It
sounds cool.

It's not really my area of
expertise.

I thought you said you were
writers? You and Bruce?

Hold this?

Todd OS:
Yeah but what we do is
so different.

screenwriting just seems a lot
more...

Formulaic.
[Todd:] I was gonna say
structured,

but yeah I guess it does tend to
be formulaic.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be
insulting.

I'm sure that there are great
scripts out there, it's just

It's not my area of expetise
either so...

It's really pretty out here.
It's just a little windy.

Pretty...and windy. I'm just
gonna head back I think.

Wait a second. Maybe you could
help us.

How so?

You're like a serious writer.
Like an actual person who makes
a living writing.

Yeah I'm an actual person, who
writes.

Whatever. You know the craft.

Please, help us. We're stuck.
We desperately need to finish

the screenplay while we're here.

What would you want me to do?

Maybe we could bounce ideas
off you?

Sure. I guess.

It would really, really help.
We're having a hard time.

What's your story called?

Bloody Hell.

Oh, so it's a...

Horror.

Right.

Sounds cool.

(giggling OS)

Maybe we should give them some
privacy.

Good idea.

(crack sound)

Oh! Uh...

Sorry. Didn't see you there.

He does that.

So how long do you think
you'll stay?

We can only afford a few days.
How about you?

I'm not sure. I think I'll
stay until my work's complete.

Cool.

Wanna see what the others
are up to?

Yeah.

Let's go.

(loud rock music)

Bruce:
Come on, join us!

Bruce:
Todd? Dude, wake up.

Todd:
What? What is it?

You got any condoms?

Todd OS:
What? Jesus, let me sleep.

Bruce:
Just kidding man. I got a
whole bag full.

Then why did you wake me up?

To talk. Thats what friends
do ya know. Thought you'd wanna
hear about my night.

(Todd groans)

Sorry. Sorry for living.

Just shut up, man.
I'm trying to sleep.

I need sleep for our
inspiration. You're not helping
matters.

Okay, okay, chill.

Bruce OS:
You know I
thought we were supposed

to have fun up here too.
Fun inspires.

Bruce OS:
Did I tell youCeleste has a
tramp stamp?

Goddamn you.

I know I know. You need your
beauty sleep.

Bruce OS:
It's a kanji. It's like
right above her butt crack.

It's supposed to mean passion,
but I mean, you know it's

kind of freaky with it being
right above her ass.

What kind of message
is that trying to send?

And it's a little faded, but she
got it like 10 years ago at a
Lilith Fair concert. It's like

remember that shit? Lilith Fair?
[Todd:] If you don't fucking
shut up.

[Bruce:] Sorry.

Bruce: Did you bring
your white noise machine?

Cause these
rustic environments...

I told you to shut the fuck
up!

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Bruce OS:
Cool, isn't it?

I've had Denny for years. He was
one of my halloween decorations.

Well, when I had a house.

Todd:
What the...

Thought he'd be inspirational.
He's inspiring, right?

Yes, Denny will help set the
mood.

In fact, I just had an
idea for a dream sequence.

Todd:
Morning.

Mindy:
Morning.

So Monroe why are you waiting
the tables? Is it Lacey's day
off?

Monroe:
No she should be here.
But I don't mind.

Bruce:
Well the Belgian waffles
are to die for.

Give my compliments to the chef.

I'll do that.

You know there's no chef, right?
[Bruce:] But I thought that...

Monroe is the chef.
He just likes to talk

about 'the chef' because
it sounds glamorous.

Great grub, Monroe.

Thank you again, master Bruce.

Celeste:
Bonjour.

Did you go for a run?

No.

Tai chi.

Ohh.. Tai Chi Chaun.
I know it well.

Celeste OS:
Do you?

You should've let me know. I
could've shown you my 'pushing
hands.

Maybe tomorrow morning.
[Bruce:] Looking forward to
that.

You didn't see Lacey yet
this morning, did you?

No but I spotted Jasper skulking
around.

Where is that girl?

[Todd:] A group of college
students go on a fishing trip...

No, no, no.

Newlyweds take their honeymoon
at a secluded resort...

no, a cabin in the woods.

Shit.

An older woman, a writer...

and her kept man go to a
cottage. They bring their,

loquacious, plump servant.

Good, good. Eyes on the prize.

[Bruce:] Paddle-boat?

Hmm...

You seem to be making good
headway up there. What you got?

All the setups seem so cliche.

A couple in the woods. Sexy
coeds getting hacked to pieces.

Mass killer with mom issues.

Bruce?

What?

Det. Berwyn: That was the
last time you saw her until this
morning?

Lacey's boyfriend: That's
right.

Okay, did you move her, did you
touch her?

I didn't get near her.

Did you have a fight last night?

No!

Did you push her?

I didn't touch my Lacey.

Oh my God, I can't watch.

We should leave them to their
work.

Do you think they'll mind if we
sneak out to the paddle-boat?

What? What did I say?

I wanted to go on a paddle-
boat ride.

Dude, what are you doing?

What do you mean?

We're not leaving.

I don't think we have a choice.

Dude, Monroe said we could stay
if we want, We could grieve
together, were his words.

When the cops come the party is
over.

Dude...

Don't you see? This is
exactly what we need.

What?

We needed more realism in our
writing.The class told us that.

And this is our chance to live
it. Breath it. Hell, if I'd been

thinking clearly, I'd taken
photos of Lacy before the

cops came...

You're sick.

No, I'm just an observer.

Isn't that the trait of a
good writer?

You wanted death and blood?
Welcome to Shangri-La!

I meant that figuratively.

Dude, Give this place a
few more days.

Oh, and speaking of
figures that Mindy chick?

Uhh Mmmm.

Dude, she's got the hots for
you.

Maybe you could get her to
write this thing for us.

And thanks to you we have
nothing to go back to.

Hey, thank me later.

[Mindy:] What are they
still doing out there?

Looking for clues, I
imagine.

Clues to what? Cause of death?

[Celeste:] Cause of death is
pretty obvious.

[Mindy:] Wait, do they
think that boy killed her?

[Larson:] I don't know.

[Todd:] So, uh.

Are you guys sticking around?

I've seen worse.

Death doesn't affect me.

Me either.

I think the melancholy
helps my music, actually.

What about you?

We might stay for a few days.

Know that, if you do decide to
leave, I'll be happy to refund
all your money.

I know that this isn't what
you'd hoped it would be.

On the contrary, Jeeves...

We needed inspiration.

And young Lacey made the
ultimate sacrifice for our art.

I think we're all feeling
quite inspired right now.

Yeah.

[Mindy:] I can't believe
you just said that.

I think that's in terrible
taste.

Agreed.

I don't know about you people,
but I wrote 10 pages today.

I don't think thats ever
happened before.

He's right.

Well, Todd wrote them,
but I was in the room.

[Mindy:] Really?

It's true.

You need me to read them?

Sorry for the intrusion folks.

No intrusion, Detective.

How can we help you?

I thought you folks would
like to know we found the cause
of death.

Monroe (OS): Cause of death...
You mean it wasn't her

splitting her head open on
the treestump?

She slipped.

Here's your cause of death.

[Monroe OS]: Banana peel.

[Bruce OS]:
Ain't that some shit.

[Detective Berwyn:] We found
it a few feet from her.

She still had some remnants
of it on her back heel.

[Monroe:] Poor dear.

[Celeste:] Seriously? Banana?

Don't you think that boy was
involved?

I can't talk to you about that.

But if you pressed me on it...

I'd have to say no, because
he doesn't fit the profile.

What profile?

The profile of a girlfriend
killer.

They're usually the loner types.

Quiet. Avoid crowds.

(metal clanking)

But in this case it was just an
accident.

Well then, thank you, detective.

You folks have a good evening.

[Mindy:] You too.

Oh, the beach is now open.

Because one of you were asking
questions about it earlier.

Yeah, uh, thanks, sir.

Goodnight.

Banana peel.

Here, you can't be so obvious
about what's going to happen

next. Keep the audience
guessing. Throw them a curve.

So when I get big like you,
do I get fancy pens too?

[Mindy:] I'm far from big.

Umm here, you've got to add more
detail.

Really describe the death.

Was the blood oozing
from the head?

Was the skin crumpled and
withered like old newspaper?

Oh, that's good.

The details really bring
life to the scene?

Anyone for a dip in the hot
spring?

No thanks.

[Mindy:] I know screenwriting
is different from prose...

but you still need a
modicum of description.

Especially with horror. You're
not going to wow anyone with
plot.

Unless it's Hitchcock.

I can't shoot for Hitchcock.
I'll settle for straight-to-DVD.

Well, if that's your goal, then
you are on the right path.

Orange juice?

No thanks.

How's it going?

I've read worse, I think.

Todd:] She's helping quite a
bit.

Todd has a very active
imagination It's just...

doesn't all this feel a bit
rushed?

You can't always force it.

No choice. It's all about
deadlines in Hollywood, baby.

Oh no. You have to hone
characters and develop
back-story...

Oh, did you hear about Larson?

What about him?

Gone.

Yeah. Bolted out last night.

Said he had a meeting with an
A&R rep.

So basically he freaked out.

He won't be missed.

You know what?

I think I'm gonna go check
out those hot springs.

So, marathon writing session
when I get back? Cool?

Actually, I'm gonna
take a break to go for a hike.

Awesome! Can't wait to read it!

Do you want some company?

[Bruce:] Sorry for your loss.
Heard you pushed her.

[Bruce:] Let's go.

Not much training.

It's not like my school
fostered creative writing.

Well, that's too bad.

I wrote a few stories just for
fun. Haven't read them in
forever.

I'm sure they are all junk.

Well, you were young.

My mom liked them.

How about you?

Have you always been a writer?

Actually, it started at an
early age.

Writing in a journal.
I had time to kill.

I wasn't exactly the most
popular kid growing up.

Who was?

You mean you weren't the popular
jock?

No my mom would not let me play
football.

I don't blame her, but
there are other sports.

Not in my town.

So what did you do after school?
did you write your little
stories?

I wasn't popular but wasn't
that kid.

Videogames, mostly.

You and Bruce are big gamers?

I take it you don't approve?

Hey, it's not my place to
approve or disapprove.

But you don't like videogames?

I play solitaire.

(animal growl)

Maybe we ventured too far.

Yeah, let's go back.

I'll work on that second act.

(animal crying out)

What the hell?

Oh, I didn't see you there.

[Todd:] Watch it with
that thing!

[Mindy:] Jasper, why did
you kill a raccoon?

Please don't tell anyone.
It's not hunting season.

Alright.

I snared him. I need his
tail for my new piece.

[Todd:]
It's eyes are still open.

Jasper, if you set a trap for
it, how is it 'found art'?

I still found it. It counts.

Alright lets just head back.

Oh, I also found this.

(Mindy gasps)

(police radio chatter)

I found this over there. I
thought you'd like to have it.

No. Don't come over here.

Stay there.

Hey, beautiful.

Smells like cloves.

Yeah Mindy said it would help
calm me down.

Seriously? Is it working?

What did you find out? What
the hell happened to Larson?

He lost his head.

Yeah. But how?

He didn't really say much. The
guitar kind speaks for itself,
don't you think?

You think they are going to
clear out soon? It's a
beautiful day out.

Exactly.

What?

It's beautiful out, man.
Autumn in the country...

beautiful women around...

How are you so cavalier?
People are dying all

all around us! Don't you find
that a little bit alarming?

Alarming is frogs falling
from the sky, dude.

People die every day.

Besides, we're stuck here.
Cops blocked off the road.

What? Why?

They're investigating, dude.

Who's doing this?

I don't know but this is some
good shit.

Poor Lacey. She died like a
unicorn.

Poor Lacey. She died like a
unicorn.

Wow. Homemade chocolate turtles.

(speaking French)
delicious.

With the world falling around
us, at least we can eat well.

I don't know about the turtle
part, but chocolate is an

aphrodesiac my friend. Are you
trying to get cozy with me?

Only the best for my...

remaining guests.

I'm sorry.

Shangri-La has always been a
sanctuary.

A haven from the outside world.

Poor Larson.

It's okay Monroe. You're not
responsible.

Come on, though. What the hell
is going on here? And where is
Jasper?

What are you saying? That you
think Jasper is involved?

Hmm he's a bit suspicious I'm
just saying.

The dude does look the part,
you know?

He looks what part?

Murderer, serial killer, animal
torturer.

You know, stuff like that.

My friends, I can assure you
that Jasper wouldn't hurt a fly.

He lopped off a racoon's tail
yesterday.

You said you wouldn't
tell!

No one gives a damn about the
racoon, it's the looped off head
you had in your bag.

I just found it on the side of
the road.

Along your travels.

Yes.

To check the snares you've
set for small game?

You ever eat raccoon?

Actually, yes.

This is all guilt by suspicion,
and I will not have it!

Tastes like possum.

Jasper is a respected guest.

And friend.

[Bruce:] But gamier.

Paradise Found - Uncovering
Beauty in the Ordinary' by The
Phonos.

The Phonos. This is Jasper.

It's a pseudonym.

Why Phonos?

This collection will raise
your soul.

I suggest that you peruse it
before thrusting accusations!

Phonos, Greek spirit of murder
and killing.

Oh, and slaughter!

Jesus, Jasp...

You see what you've done?

This is what happens when you
sow the seeds of discontent.

I suggest that you find him
and make your peace!

[Mindy:] I don't think so.

He creeps me out.

(speaking French)

Hey, babe, wait up. I'll help
you find the freakazoid.

Unbelievable.

Jasper has quite the talent.

It's not my thing.

Anybody can weld a dozen tuna
cans together and call it art.

Hey, you stole my pen.

I'm borrowing it. You'll
get it back, I promise.

(sliding door opens)

Where's Monroe?

I don't know.

Where's Jasper?

He's gone too.

I have to ask him some
questions. I don't want you two
to go anywhere!

Where are we gonna go?
You're blocking the road.

Something to help pass the time?

Sure.

[Celeste:] Jasper!

[Bruce:] Jasper?

[Bruce:] Phonos?

Maybe he doesn't want to be
found.

They called him a murderer. Of
course he doesn't want to be
found.

So you don't think he had
anything do with Lacey getting
killed?

I believe it was an accident,
like the policeman said.

Oh, yeah, and that whole
severed head thing?

I don't know, Bruce.

Right.

Hey.

Out of curiosity, you and Larson
weren't like close, right?

Not particularly.

Good.

I did find him charming,
in an awkward sort of way.

Yeah.

He was awkward.

That blend of charming
and very, very awkward.

But his music I won't miss.

Nor will I miss the man himself.

You don't have to be here.

I'm happy to search by myself.

I know you don't care about
Jasper.

I want to be here to
protect you.

To protect me? From what?

The dark?

Yeah, that. Wolves. Bears. I
hear tree squirrels are kind of
mean.

Jasper!

So what's up with this new
piece you're working on?

Not now.

Come on. Please?

Well, if you must know...

when I was a girl, my
best friend drowned.

I was the one who found
her dead, bloated body.

I didn't recognize her.
her dead, bloated body.

All of this is a kind of
deja vu.

It inspired my next work.

(speaking French)

Pushing what?

No.

The souls of the dead
follow you through life.

Oh.

That's deep.

(speaking French)

Why do I bother?
You're no artist.

Well, that's true.

I'm just the id to Todd's ego.

I think you've got it wrong.

How so?

You're no id, Bruce.

You're the superego.

Yeah.

Maybe we both are.

You know, I don't even
really know what the means.

All I know is you make Freud
sound so hot.

We've got Jasper to find.

[Celeste:] Jasper!

Where in the hell have you led
me? What is this place?

What? Is this like his hangout?

[Celeste:] Jasper?

You know John Wayne Gacy had
a place just like this.

[Celeste:] Jasper?

Yeah this is some serious serial
killer bullshit here.

Our boy's got a chainsaw!

Hey, don't touch!

He's not here.

Closepins? Whats he doing his
laundry?

Hey, babe, wait up! Don't leave
me in here. It smells funny.

So tell me more about our egos.
What's so super about them?

(metal slicing and scream)

(wolf howl)
and scream)

(jazzy music)

Need a refill?

Yeah.

(sliding door opens)

No Monroe or Jasper.

He hasn't returned here?

[Todd:] No.

Just us.

Tell me, did Larson like to
drink?

[Mindy:] Sure.

To extremes?

I can't say. When he was here,
he would drink regularly.

But I never saw him
fall-on-the-ground stupid.

Did he have anything to
drink before he left?

I didn't see him.

Yeah, I doubt it.

Why? What did you find?

It was a car accident.

What? Larson's death?

Car accident?

But he got his head chopped off.
- Yeah.

Car accident.

Wait.

Detective?

[Mindy:] How is that possible?

[Todd:]That doesn't make
any sense.

[Mindy:] His head was
lopped off!

Well, we better drink up.

Bruce? Bruce, can you hear me?

Hey, who are you?

You hit your head. Let me help
you up.

Oww!

Easy.

What happened?

You were snared.

[Bruce:] Goddamn that guy!

Then you tripped over the trunk.

Was I at least graceful?

You were La Camargo.

La who?

Just get up.

I think I sprained my ankle.

Ow, ow. That hurt.

Hold on....
Bruce: hurt.

Yep, definitely sprained.

[Bruce:] Can you make me some
hot cocoa when we get back?

My back! You're heavy.

[Todd:] All I ever hear about
is how I need an agent.

Be careful what you wish for.

[Todd:] Do you have one?

[Mindy:] Mmm hmm.

How'd you find him?

[Mindy:] Her.

She found me.

You see? That's always the
case. There's no help for the
little guy.

Shh why don't you just
shut up about agents, hmm?

But how am I gonna get ahead?
How am I gonna find work?

You know, get my scripts out
there?

Maybe you could have your agent
read something.

Just relax.

(sliding door opens)

You said I look like Margo.

Is that a friend of yours?
...Ow...

[Celeste]:
It's a painting of a dancer.

What Now?

Bruce OS: Oh mother of
heaven. Todd: What happened?

He ran into a tree.

It came out of nowhere.

But first was the raccoon snare.

...there was that. It was dark.

[Celeste:] And somehow
he sprained his ankle.

Both ankles. Somehow

Did you find Jasper?

No, brother. I didn't.

He disappeared, along with my
pride.

Would you like some wine?

Oh yes. More please.

Make it 2.

The cop was here.

He said he couldn't find Monroe
either. So it's just the 4 of
us?

No chaperone?

Where's mine?

Get your own.

So what should we do now? Should
we all go look for Jasper?

Cop said we should stay here.
I say we stay put. We have

plenty of food and drink in case
we need to hole up for a while.

What about your sprained
ankles?

No time to play the victim.

We need to rock some south
beach grooves.

I'm gonna get changed first.

Less is more.
Panties are optional.

(Hip-hop music)

Come on. You know you want to.

Come on, baby, you want to.

(music halts)

[Bruce:] Yeah, I like it.

(girls laughing)

My friends.

Monroe, where the hell
have you been.

The cops want to talk to you.

I have of late... but where
for...I know not...

lost all my mirth.

[Brruce:] Yeah, I love
Shakespeare. Oh, shit.

[Bruce:] Monroe?

[Mindy:] Is he okay?

Monroe? Buddy? Hey, you
in there.

It can't be.

I think it can.

Dude, does this mean we're
off the hook for the bill?

What's this in his hand?

Bruce, are those your pills?

Yep. Looks like it.

Why does he have your pills?

Triazolam.

Ain't for the faint of heart.

Bruce, answer the question. Why
does Monroe have your pills?

I gave them to him to help
him sleep.

There's only one left.

Why would you do that?

Look around. Dude's world is
falling apart. He's stressed.

Don't point a finger at me.
I was helping the dude.

Helping him? You killed him!

Whoa, whoa. I gave him
something to help him snooze.

He doesn't read the directions?
Not my problem.

May interact with alcohol
and other drugs.

Bruce, this is not good.

You should've known better.
That's a prescription drug.

He's a grown man. He knows the
risks.

But you enabled him. You
enabled a lot of this.

It was your idea to come
up here, and ever since

we've arrived everything
has gone to hell.

That's true.

You wanted this to be a weekend
of inspiration, and you
guaranteed it!

Are you saying I
orchestrated this?

Maybe.

That's crazy even for me.

We needed more realism in our
horror story, we needed

to live it. To breath it!

And I was right, wasn't I?

Did you write a few pages
yesterday

Jesus.

I'm all for realism here,
but I'm no murderer.

What would you do?

Monroe comes to you with that
puppy-dog pout on his face.

Bruce, friend, you seem so at
ease with the world. A bon
vivant.

The 't' is fucking silent!

What's your secret?

So you gave him your pills?

Eight hours of sleep works
wonders, dude.

What would you do? Come
on, man, you've known

me a while. Would I
intentionally hurt the guy?

He' s not really the
malicious type.

[Bruce OS]:
Damn right. I love people.

And might I also add that
there is a guest missing.

One that's been known to
set small animal traps...

wield a machete, find severed
heads... if anyone is

suspicious here, it's Phonos.

The fact remains that we have a
dead body in the room,

holding your pills.

Yeah.

[Bruce:] Dude, thank you
for helping me with this.

[Todd:] You may be an idiot,
but I don't want you in jail.

[Todd:] Where are we going?

[Bruce:] I've got a plan.

[Todd:] Great. What is it?

[Bruce:] I found one of
Jasper's bear traps.

[Todd:] A bear trap?

[Bruce:] Yeah, it's pretty
gruesome. We'll make it

look like Monroe got caught
in it and broke his neck

or something...

[Todd:] You're gonna break
his neck?

[Bruce:] No the trap will break
his neck.

[Todd:] How?

[Bruce:] I don't know. Maybe
a log fell and broke his

neck or something. Don't bother
me with details. Come on!

[Todd:] Where the hell is this
bear trap?

[Bruce:] It's around here
somewhere. Just watch

out - you don't want to
find it accidentally.

[Todd:] How'd you find it?

[Bruce:] I was tracking Jasper.

[Todd:] When? You've
been worshipping at the

altar of Celeste since we
arrived...

[Bruce:] You know, I've
got more on my mind than

her beautiful body, chestnut
hair and ...oh here it is!

What the hell?

It's the cop.

He... uh... mmm.
Appears to be dead.

So it looks like Jasper rigged
log to drop when the trap set.

And broke his neck. And
uh... [mumbles]

Fuck me.
This is a dead cop.

Yeah.

We're really fucked!

Yeah, well, we're uh...

wonder if there's room for two?

I'm out of here!

Todd? Wait! Wait!

Come on, this isn't my fault!
It had to be Jasper! Jasper!

And where are you from?

Umm... Burgundy.

Illinois?

[Celeste:] No, that's France.

And who are you?

Todd.

Why are you sweating?

I'm a little freaked out.

Why's that?

Dead bodies.

I hear that.

So you haven't seen Mr. Monroe?

[Mindy:] Like we told the
other guy, not for hours.

No. Haven't seen him.

And this Jasper guy, he's
a guest here too, right?

Yeah, I believe so. We rarely
see him. When you know, people
aren't dying.

Bit of a recluse then?

Well, This is an artist's
retreat.

Yeah, we get all types.

I've noticed.

What about you?

Yeah?

Have you seen Jasper or Monroe?

No...No, Not since we all
last saw them.

When was that?

When um...

When he uh...

Brought out the chocolates?

[Todd:]Yes, oh, those
were so good.

Oh yeah, mmm.

Yeah, homemade.

Mmm. I'll bet.

Well, if you see either of those
two, go ahead and give me a
call.

And how about for the time
being we stay inside?

Okay, It's not safe out there.
I want to make sure...

(gasps)

Bruce, what the hell's your
problem?

[Bruce:] What?

Oh.

Relax.

Umm...Todd. I found your
baseball mitt.

Good. Thank you.

Didn't bring it in. Needs more
weathering...

Oh, That's fine.

Who are you?

Bruce, Sorry about the whole
door thing...

Right. Um, Have you seen...

Haven't seen 'em.

Okay. Well you guys stay inside.
Be safe. I'll be back.

[Mindy:] Thank you.

What?

[Mindy:] What the hell
happened, and where is Monroe?

What did you do with him?

Left him there.

Where?

Near the trap.

Near what trap?

What did you do?

We got a problem.

Big problem.

What now?

The cop.

What cop?

The one you just bowled over?

No, the other one.

The tall one?

The cute one?

He's cute?

Man in uniform.

Not cute anymore.

Why?

He's dead.

What?

Dead.

[Celeste:] Fuck me.
[Mindy:] Fucke me.

How?

Got caught in one of Jasper's
bear traps...

Jasper's bear traps?

[Jasper:] Which one?

Uh oh. Not the one
with the...

The log?
[Bruce:] Oh yeah.

You have more than one?

[Jasper:]
He must be in pain.

Not anymore.

Jasper, where the hell
have you been?

Working.

On what?

My new piece.

Is that a bumper?

I found a car. It was
pinned against a tree.

Larson.

Where's Monroe?

Haven't seen him.

Jasper, why would you have a
bear trap?

To catch bears.

I'm out of here.

[Bruce:] Babe, when you
say cute, you mean like

father figure type, because
if you need protection...

This will work.

God, you're so hot.

(typing)

Holy shit.

You wrote this?

What?

You did this last night?

Oh. Yeah, most of it.

Wow.

Yeah. Bloody Hell is dead.
This new one is The Cabining.

I love it.

Really?

Yeah! You really did find
some inspiration up here.

Damn, I'm kinda frightened right
now. It's scary.

Good.

Yeah, I'm not so sure abou the
scene in the bedroom.

You think the dialogue flows?

It's 15 pages of genius.

And the characters?

As real as my third testicle.

Hot damn.

Hot damn. Indeed.

[Celeste:] Why'd you leave?

Sorry, baby. I was just checking
our little Hemingway here.

It's cold. Come back to bed.

Oh, I can't sweetie, we're gonna
do a marathon writing session.

It's a special moment.

No. Go ahead. I'm tired.

How about I take a turn
at the keys?

Fine, my big teddy bear.

Yeah, You know what?

I'm gonna go hit that.

And I'll hit this first
thing in the morning.

We're gonna play cowboy tonight,
and I get to be the pony!

(yawn)

More yawning... clears throat as
he sits...

[Mindy:] Hey.

Hey. Wake up.

I'm leaving. I gotta get
out of here.

Why?

Oh, yeah.

So... good luck with your story.

I mean, it's got potential,
I guess.

You know, I had a bit of
inspiration last night.

You wrote last night? After
all that shit happened?

Yeah. It was incredible.

I haven't had that surge in a
long time.

Good for you.

I was thinking about what you
were saying about like details

and back-story...

Yeah?

[Todd:] And it really helped.

I could really visualize the
characters and motivations.

So thank you.

You're welcome.

[Todd:] And I've got a new
title.

So you're dumping Bloody Hell?

The new one is The Cabining.

Clever.

[Todd:] Sort of a take off on...

Yeah, yeah, I get it.

Kissing sounds...

[Jasper:] Monroe's dead.

[Mindy:] Get some fucking
privacy...

What are you doing here?

Monroe. I found him.

What? Where?

He was attacked.

[Todd:] Yeah? By who?

Coyotes!

I think.

There wasn't much left.

You're hands are cover in
blood. Again.

[Mindy:] Go check on Bruce
and Celeste.

I salvaged Monroe's knee.

We could bury it I guess.

[Jasper:] Hold a service.

What the hell have you done?

I know what you're thinking.
This looks pretty bad.

You're damn right!

But you gotta trust me. It
wasn't my fault, I swear!

[Bruce:] God, you're fine.
Todd?

Hold up! Todd!

Whoops.

[Mindy:] Todd, baby, you
gotta believe me. You

left, and he got violent.
Then he attacked me.

[Bruce:] Celeste wanted to play
caveman...

She grabbed the knife,
because she wanted to be the

hunter. - [Mindy:] And his
gloves were just covered in

blood! [Bruce:] But you gotta
trust me!

[Bruce:] Dude, you're freaking
out!

[Mindy:] Stop it.
[Bruce:] Come on.

[Mindy]: Here Toddy...Toddy...
Toddy.... Come out,

Come out, wherever you.
We just want to talk.

[Bruce:] Don't do anything
stupid.

[Mindy:] Where the fuck did he
go?

Little dude is fast, man.

[Mindy:] You know this is your
fault, right?

[Bruce:] Shut up. Let's go check
the beach.

(plastic tray opens)

How the fuck do you do this?

You killed my Lacey! You
killed her!

I'm gonna make you pay!
You're gonna pay!

You're gonna pay! (OS)

(door slamming sounds)

(Grunting from his effort...)

[Mindy:] Todd, baby?

[Mindy:] You know this
is all for you, right?

To help with your preparation.

To help inspire you.

[Mindy:] Killing you was never
part of the plan.

You were just supposed to
write a killer screenplay!

But now, Bruce wants to get
all the credit...

[Mindy screaming: AAAHhhhh!

(penn hitting skull sound)

(knife hitting flesh sound)
[Todd:] mmm....

You just tied up all my loose
ends.

I knew I could count on you.

Dude, when I told you to stick
her, I didn't mean in the eye.

[Bruce:] I can't believe it...
You're a fucking genius!

Dude, this is us? I love it!

Wait - am I Michael or Walter?

Oh, um...

Walter.

(British accent) Walter.

Hey, sure. Whatever.

So you read it?

A few pages, yeah. You
wrote this all last night?

What can I say? I was inspired.

Nice.

[Celeste:] I'm cold. Come back
to bed.

Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I was just
checking on our little

Hemingway here...
I'll be right there.

(speaking French)

My big teddy bear.

(She makes a shooting sound)
Spur sounds jingling...

Dude, quick, how does
this thing end?

I think it just came to me.

Nice work. I gotta go.

Oh, mama!

(yawn)

(choking sound)

(muffled scream)
[Todd muffled]: It was you!

[Todd:] It was you!

[Bruce:] Ahhhh, ya!

[Todd:] Bruce...

[Todd:] Moaning and
incoherent...

[Celeste:] Are you okay?

Yeah.

I got your back, brother.

Thanks.

Told you that you'd thank
me later.

Well, it would appear that
my work here is done.

My work with you on the other
hand...

That's just starting.

[Celeste:] Hey, watch it...

[Bruce:] I love it when you're
violent.

Hey, guys?

What am I supposed to
do with him?

I almost just died. Can
someone please stay with me?

(sound of handcuffs)

(police radio chatter)

But, I can't believe you.

Bruce and I are the bad guys?
What about Phonos?

He's just a red herring.

You killed me.

It's just a story.

[Bruce:] He didn't just kill
you. He rammed a pen

through your eye!

Yeah, what the hell, asshole?
I'm the one trying to help you.

I know. I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry. It's bad-ass!

[Mindy:] Easy for you say.
You live.

True. It's quite ironical.

You think Sarge will like it?

Hard to say. It does have blood.

And tits.

[Celeste:] Hey! I'm not
showing my tits.

l'll wear a bikini, but
that's it.

No problem. We'll just get an
Italian girl...

(laughing can be heard)

(sudden needle scratch heard)

(followed by gusty wind)

(A drumstick is heard...)

[singing] Rotten corpses,
brutal forces, bring me to you.

[singing] Fall on your knees
when I shout please...

Shit - this is still not
working, man.

What's not working?

These cans are dropping
my low end.

I gotta hear that kick drum
fill my head, you know,

like fill my brain, man.

Okay.

I can't, like, get to the
right place without it.

I gotta have my fucking
thumping beat pounding

in there, you know?

Yeah, yeah. I feel ya.

[Drummer:] You want me to
kick harder?

Always, bro.

Look I'll get you another

set of phones...

[Lead singer:] Thank you.

Can you believe this shit?

You guys need to be tighter
too, man.

Especially you.

I'm just following his kick
drum.

So follow it, then. Don't lag.

It's just a reference track,
man.

So that's an excuse to suck?

Jesus Christ! You know,
you can all thank me when

Mother Acid is playing in
front of 20,000 in Minsk.

Now, count it off, dude.

From the fucking chorus part.

[singing] Nuclear baby!

[singing] An underground
dwelling is what you're selling

[singing] My pants are
swelling, it's so telling

[singing] I want my baby
back, back from Pripyat

[singing] We'll wander the
waste, I need her taste

[singing] Nuclear baby!

So, did we get it?

We got it....All the way to
Minsk babe.

Thank you, Sarge.