Copyright 2001 by Bob Ray
HILLBILLY
DOOMSDAY
Based on a true story.
INT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
The filament of a light bulb burns white hot. We hear the muted bang of a dart gun being fired in the distance followed by a piercing clank of glass withstanding metal. The bulb jerks and vibrates with the clank and the filament continues to burn. The sound of a New Years Eve broadcast can almost be heard; as if our ears were trapped inside the bulb.
LESTER
(muted)
Check this out.
The sliding of metal can be heard as a someone cocks the gun. BANG! The gun is fired again and the bulb explodes in a shower of glass. A wave of sound floods in:
TV
We're only minutes away from the turn of the millennium...
LESTER (26) sits sunken in his couch, his dart gun aimed at the bulb.
LESTER
Dead eye.
ZEKE (27) floats in the cushions of the sofa perpendicular to Lester's, his pistol hanging from his hand. The walls of their dilapidated house are dotted with tool posters featuring half naked women, power saws, and Loni Anderson. There are a dozen empty quart-sized beer bottles wrapped in ghetto koozies littered about the room. Zeke lazily drops his gun and it thuds into the wooden floor.
ZEKE
Luck.
The remnants of Christmas are obvious. Zeke and Lester both sport brand new robes and slippers, there's a half-empty case of 40's still partially camouflaged in wrapping paper resting in the corner and carton of smokes with a bow on it lying on the coffee table.
LESTER
My ass it was.
Zeke's pulls the candy cane that he had sucked into the shape of a candy cane death spear from his mouth and takes a pull off his beer. Zeke plops the cane back into his mouth and sinks back into the couch. He slings his arm over his head and his fingers find the brownish keys of the old archaic piano that had died directly behind his couch.
ZEKE
What about a shitball way to spend new years eve.
He punctuates himself with the bang of the annoyingly out of tune notes. Lester casually snaps opens the empty dart chamber to his gun and fills it. He releases the slide on the gun and pushes it forward again. Zeke continues to fondle and pluck the keys of the old piano, releasing soured notes.
LESTER
You ain't lyin.
Lester, smiling like a possum eating shit, starts to giggle as he aims his weapon at Zeke. Zeke looks up from the TV to see Lester pointing the gun at him. He stops poking the piano keys.
ZEKE
You better not.
Lester looks at Zeke, then at the gun, and back to Zeke who takes a slug from his 40, confident that Lester won't shoot. Zeke's confidence wavers as his finger nervously fondle the piano key. Slowly, Zeke presses the key down. The piano mallet floats down toward the string and pops it with a springy bang.
BANG! Lester's finger flinches and fires his gun. The dart tears through the air and stabs into Zeke's neck. Zeke convulses in a pain induced spasm. Kicking and yelping and gyrating. Lester busts into laughter as Zeke's beer falls to the floor and rolls across the room, leaving a foamy wake.
ZEKE
(continuing)
Oh, you fuckin fuck! You're a god damn dead man.
Zeke snatches his dart gun from the floor. Lester's laughter turns to fear and he hurriedly cocks his weapon and pops open the chamber. Zeke releases and cocks with lightning fast speed and he grabs for his darts.
Lester jams the dart into the chamber and slaps it shut. Zeke, stuffing the dart into it's chamber, looks up and freezes like a stupid deer, he sees that he's been beaten. As Lester draws down, Zeke pulls the candy-cane-death-spear from his mouth and stabs it into the back of Lester's hand.
Lester screams in pain and his gun crashes to the floor and slides under the sofa. Zeke drops the candy cane and snaps shut the dart chamber as Lester leans for his gun, grabbing for it with his good hand. Zeke jumps to his feet and shoots the helpless Lester square in the top of the head.
LESTER
You cock suckin fuck!
Lester kicks at Zeke as he clumsily gathers up all his darts and turns to run. Lester grabs a hold of Zeke's brand new slipper and yanks Zeke from his feet sending him and his darts sailing through the air and crashing to the floor.
ZEKE
Aaaagh!
Zeke scrambles to collect his ammo. Lester grabs a dirty ashtray from the table and hurls it at Zeke.
LESTER
You fuckin jerk!
An explosion of ash and cigarette butts ricochets from Zeke's back as he crawls to shelter.
ZEKE
Oww. Asshole!
Zeke rolls and squirms his way to the bedroom with his gun and a handful of darts in tow. Lester swipes his gun off of the ground and as just as Zeke is rounding the corner, BANG! Zeke catches a dart in an exposed leg.
ZEKE
Aaaghh!
Zeke skids and crashes around the corner, again spilling his ammo. Lester snatches his can of ammo from the table and cocks his gun. Zeke scrounges around the dark bedroom, he finds a dart and hastily slides it into the chamber.
Lester, fully loaded, sneaks stealthily toward the bedroom door. As he rounds the corner, he raises his gun to the back of Zeke's unsuspecting head. Lester accidentally kicks a dart and it rolls in front of Zeke. Zeke slowly turns his head and looks over his shoulder to find Lester's gun hovering above his brow.
LESTER
Execution style.
BANG! A dart jabs into Zeke's forehead and he recoils back in pain.
ZEKE
Aww! You evil fuckin bastard!
As Zeke rolls onto his back, he pulls the dart from his forehead, snaps shut the chamber to his gun, and points it at Lester. Lester, in a superb defensive maneuver, spins out of his robe and throws it onto Zeke like a terry cloth casting net. The robe spins in the air as Zeke fires. The robe ensnares the dart from the air and the tip pierces the spinning robe. The robe drapes down upon Zeke's head and Lester pushes the blinded Zeke over and he slides across the floor.
Zeke angrily throws off the robe only to find Lester gone. He plucks the dart from the robe and re-loads it into his gun. Zeke sneaks over to the doorway and slips up to the edge to takes a peak around the corner. Lester, standing flattened against the other side of the wall, slides his gun into the loaded position. As Zeke's face creeps around the corner to take a peek, BANG! Lester shoots Zeke in the side of the face.
ZEKE
(continuing)
GOD DAMN IT!!! Mother fucker!
Zeke jumps up into the air and spins, flailing his arms in pain. Lester can't help but laugh.
LESTER
(excited)
Oh shit! I fucked you up, man.
Zeke wipes the dart from his face and regains his composure. Lester tries to make his escape but his brand new slippers slide on the hardwood floor; BANG! A dart digs into the small of Lester's naked back, sending him wailing and crashing across the room.
LESTER
Awww, shit that fuckin stings.
Lester falls to the ground, his face sliding across the shards of broken light bulb.
LESTER
Son of a bitch!
He crashes into the furniture.
LESTER
(whining)
I think you hit my spinal column, ya asshole.
TV
Ten...
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EXT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
A shot of the house from outside, we hear the boys making all kinds of noise, shooting at one another and such.
INT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
TV
Nine...
Lester rolls from one side of the doorjamb to the other like a retarded ninja, firing his gun mid-roll.
ZEKE
Take that motherfucker.
BANG! The dart sails through the air. THUD! It crashes into the coffee table Lester had turned on its side for protection and is lost in a forest of darts.
Lester, covered in swollen pink dart wounds, pops up from behind the table and returns fire.
LESTER
Fuck you!
ZEKE
Aaaaawwww!!!
TV
Eight...
Lester ducks back behind the table and searches the ground for a dart. Finding none, he reaches around to pull a dart out of the front of the coffee table.
Zeke's eye gleams in the light as he hides in the shadows. He lifts his gun and takes aim.
BANG!
LESTER
Shit!
Lester's hand flinches as the dart stabs into it. The spasm charges through his body.
TV
(continuing)
Seven...
Lester grabs his hand in pain and plucks the dart out. He cocks his gun and loads the dart in.
LESTER
You're bout ta start the new year lackin a left eye.
Lester pushes the slide of his gun forward.
TV
Six...
ZEKE
The fuck I will.
Zeke pops out from behind the door wearing sunglasses and takes aim at Lester. Lester fires and hits Zeke in the left eye of the sunglasses.
ZEKE
(continuing)
Oh, shit.
Zeke freaks and fires into the air, hitting the dust covered ceiling fan blade.
TV
Five...
Zeke scrambles back to the protection of the doorway. He tears the glasses from his face and pokes the broken lens out.
TV
(continuing)
Four...
Zeke puts the one lensed glasses back on and searches for a dart. Lester snatches a dart from the table and re-loads his gun.
TV
Three...
Zeke stretches to grab a pack of firecrackers that lie in the corner. His bare and exposed foot creeps around the doorway as he reaches for the tiny bombs. Lester takes aim as Zeke grabs the firecrackers. BANG! Lester fires and nails Zeke in the naked arch.
ZEKE
Awww! Shit! That's fuckin low!
Zeke freaks out and pulls the dart out of his foot.
ZEKE
Son ova bitch.
Zeke spies a chrome Zippo on the other side of the door and scrambles to it.
TV
(continuing)
Two...
Zeke strikes the lighter and puts it to the main fuse as Lester releases the slide on his gun. Zeke slides the pack of firecrackers across the floor, the fuse sparkling with flame.
TV
(continuing)
One...
The pack slides to a stop right behind Lester who, unaware of the firecrackers, pushes the slide of his gun forward and aims for Zeke.
TV
Happy New--
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EXT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
Blackness; the TV and all the power goes out.
LESTER
You think that'll stop me?
INT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
ECU, FUSE
LESTER
Shit can't stop me....
POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! The firecrackers thunder in rapid succession.
LESTER
Awww! Holy shit! You sneaky motherfucker!
Zeke busts up laughing in the darkness.
ZEKE
Yeah! Motherfucker, scud missile attack, motherfucker!
The firecrackers finally stop exploding.
LESTER
Now that shit ain't funny. You can cause ear damage & shit.
ZEKE
Fuck you. You started it, man.
LESTER
Turn the fuckin lights back--
One last firecracker pops.
LESTER
Jesus! For crying out Christ!
(slow and through his teeth)
Just turn the fuckin lights back on so I can shoot you in the fuckin face again you sneaky rat fuckin fucker.
ZEKE
Hell, you probly shot a wire or somethin, ya no shootin bastard.
LESTER
Dude. Come on, man. War's over. I'm done fucking around. I can't barely hear any more cuz of you're firebombs. Now turn on the fuckin lights.
ZEKE
I'm not fucking around either. I didn't turn the damn lights off.
(pause)
Hold on, I got some light over here.
We hear Zeke walk across the room and strike up his Zippo, the flame illuminates his face.
LESTER
Take that you asshole!
BANG. A dart jabs into Zeke's upper lip and his lighter crashes to the floor.
ZEKE
You fuck face! That ain't fuckin fair.
He hear Zeke punch Lester.
LESTER
And them fireworks were?
The lighter burns on the floor.
LESTER
No, for real, turn the lights back on, the shit ain't funny no more.
Zeke picks up his still burning lighter.
ZEKE
Listen dipshit, I didn't... You don't think it might be that Y2K or sumpthin?
LESTER
Are you fuckin serious, man?
ZEKE
I ain't fuckin around. I didn't do it.
LESTER
I heard about that shit. The Y2K.
ZEKE
I didn't turn nuthin off, man.
LESTER
That's whack fuck, that's fuckin whack fuck, man.
ZEKE
And didn't you hear the TV lady? She said, "Happy New--" and nothing.
LESTER
(starting to panic)
You're fuckin with me man.
ZEKE
How the fuck could I turn off the lights and TV at the same time, man. Think about it.
LESTER
(totally panicked)
Oh my fucking god...
Zeke convinces himself.
ZEKE
It must be, man. It's fuckin gotta be, man.
LESTER
Fuckin Y2K!!
ZEKE
Oh, man. We're fucked.
LESTER
It's the god fuckin damn apac-o-lips!!
ZEKE
(scared)
Shit Lester, there's fucking crazies out there. We're fuckin dead, man!
LESTER
It's the god damn apac-o-lips!! Are you fuckin crazy!? We're fuckin fucked, man. Fuckin fucked!!
ZEKE
Shit, Zeke calm down, man. Yer freakin me out, man.
LESTER
Don't you fuckin get it?! We're fucked, man. We're fuckin fucked.
ZEKE
Listen, man, we gotta keep our heads, man.... We gotta formulate some sorta plan here. Freaking out ain't gunna help us none.
LESTER
Yeah, yeah.
ZEKE
I think I got an ides. Hold this.
Zeke hands Lester the lighter. The flame reveals Lester's panic.
LESTER
(mumbling)
I can't fuckin believe it's mother fuckin doomsday, man that's fuckin lame.
BANG! A dart stabs into Lester's face.
LESTER
You ASSHOLE!
Zeke laughs out loud as Lester drops the lighter and the flame goes out. We hear them crash around the house fighting.
ZEKE
I couldn't help it man. I'm sorry... You fell for that one good... oh man, you shoulda seen the look...
LESTER
You god damn jerk! We're about to be at war with every god dam lawless mother fucker out there and yer fucking around!
ZEKE
You started it. You drew first blood!
LESTER
It's god damn anarchy out there! Ya jerk!
We hear Lester as he stomps up to the lighter and snatches it from the floor. Zeke can be heard rustling around in the background. Lester strikes the lighter, revealing his black eye and bleeding face.
LESTER
Listen, we seriously gotta get ourselves some protection, man.
ZEKE
Yeah...
LESTER
These fuckin dart guns ain't gunna fend off all them crazies.
ZEKE
Fuckin-a man.
LESTER
We gotta get some real guns and fuckin fast.
ZEKE
No shit, man.
LESTER
Some fuckin big guns.
ZEKE
Yeah, man...yeah.
EXT. TRUCK NIGHT
BANG! A beaten up old truck backfires and churns to life.
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The truck bouncing down a bumpy dirt road.
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INT. TRUCK NIGHT
Zeke is driving and Lester takes a slug from the bottle of moonshine decorated with a bow, they're both smoking Black & Mild cigars. The say nothing, only sit and pass the shine.
The truck pulls up to a house in the woods. Zeke hits the brakes and the rear window brake light, dangling from its broken casing swings into the cab and bobs a red light upon them.
EXT. HARRY'S HOUSE NIGHT
Zeke shuts the car off and they sit in the hypnotic sway of the bobbing red light. Zeke takes a final slug off the shine. They hear a noise from outside and Zeke lets off the brake pedal, killing the red light.
Cousin HARRY (34), covered in camouflage clothes with a belt of shotgun shells strapped across his chest cocks his shotgun and lights up his gun-mounted flashlight, hitting Zeke with its beam.
HARRY
Y'all had better state yer purpose!
Zeke's eyes squint as he opens up the door and starts to step out of the truck.
HARRY
That's about enough movin, over there.
Zeke leans up to the crevice between the door and truck.
ZEKE
Fuckin A Harry! It's cousin Zeke and cousin Lester in the truck there.
Lester pokes his head out the window and Harry shines the beam on it.
LESTER
We need to talk to ya bout somethin. Come on out from hiding, will ya?
HARRY
Y'all alone?
ZEKE
Yeah, we're fuckin alone Harry. What do ya think we got a truckload of day laborers in the back or what? Ya paranoid piece of shit.
Harry lifts a lantern from behind the wall and walks out to greet the boys.
HARRY
(relaxed)
Fuck you Zeke. You can't be none to safe.
Harry walks up to the truck where Zeke and Lester are standing and takes a look in the bed.
HARRY
I guess not.
Harry sets the lantern on the hood of the truck.
HARRY
(to Zeke)
Dude, you look like shit cuz. What'd you do, mow the lawn with your face?
ZEKE
Aww, fuck you Harry.
LESTER
We was playin war with them dart guns you gave us for Christmas.
HARRY
Well what brings you boys out on the night of the dawn of the forthcoming apocalypse?
LESTER
Well, that's kinda why we're here, we need to talk to you about preparin ourselves for the bleak and uncompromisin future.
HARRY
That's fuckin right you do. I'm glad you boys finally wised yer shit up. Y'all doin the right thing.
ZEKE
We know you got yourself all rigged up proper for Y2K and whatnot.
HARRY
Yer damn right I do--
Lester cuts in.
LESTER
We need guns.
Harry pulls out a pistol out from his belt and flashes it before them.
HARRY
Tekerov. Eastern European. They do a shitload of killing over there. Make a damn fine handgun.
Harry puts the gun back in it's holster.
HARRY
Y'all boys step up into my office with me, I'll show you what I got.
The three start walking toward the house.
HARRY
(continuing)
Y'all ain't been around since I set up the new system, have ya.
ZEKE
Not since your 4th of July bon fire party back in... July.
Harry opens the door to his house. He stands in the doorway and turns around.
HARRY
Well, what I got going on here is a fully self sustaining operation. Has been for over the last four months. I don't need any of that bull shit big government electricity, they try to get you hooked on and shit.
INT. HARRY'S HOUSE NIGHT
Harry enters the house and hangs his handgun on the key holder by the door and props up the shotgun behind the fridge.
HARRY
(continuing)
I got this solar panel all rigged up to the wind mill and that gives me enough juice for your regular electrical needs.
Harry hangs the lantern on its hook.
HARRY
Check it out.
Harry blows out the flame and flips the light switch and several florescent tubes flicker and stir to life, illuminating the dirty kitchen.
HARRY
(continuing)
I got these florescents, mainly for their efficiency purposes. I've got the generator out back for what emergency electrical needs I might be havin. I got rations, water, toilet paper and all that good shit. But most importantly, I got fire arms. A shitload of em. Fuckin ammo too... all kinds of shit.
Harry starts walking through the kitchen.
HARRY
Which brings us back to you boys. What kinda weaponry do ya already have?
Harry stops in the kitchen and turns around to see Zeke holding a big ass hunting knife.
ZEKE
I got is this huntin knife.
Lester, standing behind Zeke, chimes in.
LESTER
And them dart guns.
HARRY
Fuck that. Them dart guns are about good for nuthin but shootin waterbugs. Y'all need some big mother fucking guns. Big sons a bitches. Loud enough to scare the shit right out of a constipated man.
Harry's voice is drowned out by the rage ringing in Zeke's ears as the knife slowly creeps toward Harry. Until...
HARRY
And what the fuck you gunna kill with that thing?
As Harry talks, Zeke stabs the big ass hunting knife into Harry's gut, it severs the bottom of a shotgun shell on it's way in and pellets pour out and bounce on the floor. Blood pours from the wound and puddles beneath him and the pellets become trapped in the sticky red goo. Harry, frozen in terror and awe starts building a scream as the knife rests in his gut.
LESTER
(excited)
Oh shit, we're killin him.
Zeke looks at Harry, expecting him to die upon contact. Harry starts screaming in pain.
HARRY
(continuing)
Oh my fuckin god!!
Zeke uncorks the knife from Harry's's belly. Harry, shocked and in pain, covers the gushing wound with his hand.
HARRY
What the fuck are you doin!?
Zeke stabs again, faster this time. Harry screams and turns to run and Zeke grabs him by his ammo belt.
ZEKE
(to Lester)
Help me, god damn it!
Lester jumps on Harry. The three crash to the ground and Zeke plunges the knife deep into Harry's back. Harry again screams in agony.
ZEKE
Hold him!
They flail about the increasingly bloody floor. Zeke stab Harry again and again, causing him to kick and convulse.
HARRY
Oh God! Stop it now!
Lester grabs Harry in a fucked up half nelson. Zeke gets up on his knees as Lester steadies Harry and he tries to hold him.
ZEKE
(continuing)
Hold him good.
Zeke jams the knife into Harry's gut.
HARRY
Jesus fuckin Christ!
ZEKE
I can't kill him unless you hold him right.
Zeke stabs him again, the dart wound on Zeke's forehead starts dripping blood.
HARRY
Oh fuck...what the fuck are you boys doin!?
LESTER
Get him again. Again. Again. He ain't dead yet.
ZEKE
(frustrated)
You're not holding him right.
Zeke stabs Harry in the chest and Harry starts puking on himself. Zeke jumps back.
ZEKE
Oh, that's fuckin nasty.
Harry starts crying and wailing, spitting up blood with chunks of bile.
ZEKE
(continuing)
Shut him up, god damn it!
Lester puts his hand over Harry's mouth and Harry clamps his teeth into Lester's fingers.
LESTER
Awwww!! Mother fucker, he's got me. Stab him in the face. Stab his fuckin face!
Zeke stabs at Harry's face and the knife goes through Lester's hand and into Harry's cheek. Lester screams in agony. Harry's scream is muffled through the impaled hand. Zeke yanks the knife out. Lester drops Harry and they both scream in pain. Harry's sponge-like body bounces in a bloody mess.
ZEKE
Oh, shit.
Lester grabs his hand and Zeke stands apologetically.
ZEKE
I told you to hold him better.
LESTER
You son of a bitch!!
Lester cocks back with his good hand and punches Zeke in the face, bloodying his nose. The knife flies from Zeke's hand and slides across the room.
LESTER
You're spose-ta murder him, not stab my god damn hand.
Zeke steps back and grabs his face.
ZEKE
Well shit, it ain't that easy! You weren't holdin him right.
Harry continues to moan in agony.
ZEKE
Y'all was wrigglin too much.
Lester swipes the knife from the ground.
LESTER
You fuckin hold him.
They walk back over to Harry.
LESTER
(continuing)
Prop him up so I can get him in the heart.
HARRY
(gargling blood)
Boys, don't do it... please... don't go no farther...
Harry reaches up and grabs Lester's shirt. Lester slices Harry's arm and it falls back to the ground.
ZEKE
He sure is bleedin a lot for a man that ain't dead yet.
Zeke grabs a hold of Harry and rolls him over, belly up. Harry coughs up blood.
ZEKE
Oh, this shit is nasty.
LESTER
Hold him up more.
Zeke holds Harry. Lester rears back with the knife and flips it so the blade is sticking out of the bottom of his hand. Lester plunges the knife downward and it jabs through Zeke's hand and into Harry. Zeke screams in pain and Harry spits out a chunk of blood that lands on Lester's face. Lester pulls the knife out and steps back, his white teeth smiling through the crimson mask. Zeke drops Harry and jumps up and around like Evander Hollyfield after the second bite, shaking his hand in pain.
LESTER
(continuing)
How you like it? Stings don't it?
ZEKE
You fuckin asshole!!
Zeke lunges at Lester, smashing his fist into Lester's face. Lester drops the knife and rears back grabbing Zeke in a headlock. They wrestle and fight into the living room. Zeke is about to pop Lester one in the face with his good hand when Lester stops him.
LESTER
Wait a sec, wait a sec. Listen, I think he died.
Harry's moans stop. They both look to the kitchen and see only the pile of blood.
Their eyes follow the trail of blood to reveal Harry swaying in front of the doorway, barely alive with the pistol in hand.
ZEKE
Holy shit.
Zeke and Lester scatter as Harry fires the gun and nails Lester in the leg. Lester screams in pain as blood squirts from the wound. Harry tries to squeeze the trigger again, but the gun is jammed.
Zeke peeks from his hiding place and sees Harry straining to un-jam the blood covered gun. Zeke leaps up and runs toward Harry, he grabs a nearby lamp and raises it ass-end up like a club. As Zeke comes into clubbing range, he swings the upside down lamp at Harry. The lamp's still plugged-in cord reaches it's limit mid swing and the lamp breaks in half. The bottom half of the lamp bounces back toward the plug, tearing off the shade that flies toward Harry and rolls off of him.
ZEKE
(continuing)
Oh, fuck!
Lester grabs the knife and starts limping to Zeke's aid as Harry un-jams the gun. Zeke ducks as Harry fires and poor Lester catches a bullet in the foot. Lester screams and drops the knife as he falls back to the floor, bleeding and in pain.
Zeke looks up to see that the gun has jammed again. Zeke hops up and in one motion, snatches the gun from Harry's hand and pistol whips him with it. The gun un-jams upon contact with Harry's head and the spent casing falls to the floor. Zeke steps back and shoots into Harry's gut as Harry falls to the floor. Blood squirts across the gun and Zeke's arm as Harry screams again.
LESTER
What the fuck are you doin? We gotta conserve our ammo, man.
Zeke turns toward Lester.
LESTER
Use the knife.
ZEKE
Good thinking. Where'd you put it?
LESTER
Shit, man, I dropped it somewhere.
Zeke starts looking for the knife. Lester grabs a conveniently located roll of toilet paper and starts wrapping his foot.
ZEKE
God damn it. Where's the fucking knife?
Zeke looks some more. Harry's breathing can barely be heard in the background.
ZEKE
Are you sitting on it?
Lester moves and reveals the knife. Zeke grabs it.
ZEKE
Fucking moron.
Zeke walks over to Harry.
ZEKE
I already done killed this son of a bitch like three times already. At least.
HARRY
Don't... do it, Zeke... you can have... all my shit.
Zeke grabs a throw pillow from the couch and drops it on Harry's face.
ZEKE
When are you gunna die?
Zeke starts stabbing Harry as we fade out to his dying moans.
ZEKE
Go on you sombitch, fuckin die. Fuckin die.
EXT. ROAD NIGHT
Zeke and Lester are driving down the road drinking moonshine and covered in blood. Zeke lights another Black & Tan. Pull back to reveal that there are guns all over the cab of their truck and provisions in the back, including bottled water, canned food, and toilet paper flapping in the wind.
EXT. ZEKE & LESTER'S HOUSE NIGHT
The truck pulls up to their house and they start unloading their goods.
Zeke swings open the screen door and the green paper that was taped to it floats through the air and sinks into a puddle of water on the ground. The paper reads:
"Termination Notice. Your account is past due and your services will be suspended at midnight December 31st if not paid in full."
Fade out as we hear the boys unload their goods.
END.