Viridian (2025)

[bunniefuu]

SAM: Yeah, but animals

are gonna die, though.

You know that, right?

DELIA: I've been around

more weapons than you.

And no, scalpels don't count.

SAM: Okay, but I'd have

brought a box of tissues if I knew

every time a shot was fired,

I'd have to hear you

lament about...

DELIA: Okay, my choices

are based off righteousness.

I really don't have any problem

with k*lling animals.

It's just, personally,

I'd like to live a while.

(CAR WHOOSHES)

RADIO ANNOUNCER 1: Time

since the last m*rder update.

- 32 hours...

- SAM: Vegetarian barbarian.

You know, you're more rare

than the steak that we,

or... excuse me,

that I will be gorging on later.

(chuckles)

SAM: Seriously, you don't

ever get a craving, or...

No, it's... it's nature's

traffic light.

Red means stop, green means go.

Give me something green

and I will gorge all day.

Everyone runs a light now

and then.

JARETH:

And yellow?

DELIA:

I'm sorry, yellow? Is he...

Do you eat French fries,

like, extra slowly, or...

Oh. With caution.

SAM:

Oh.

If there's something ambiguous,

you approach it with caution.

No?

SAM:

You're so smart, babe.

RADIO ANNOUNCER 1: Time

since the last m*rder update.

Thir...

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

Ah, here's sweet here, huh?

Ain't changed much.

Nope.

(grunts)

Hey, you remember that swing

we used to, you know, swing on?

I know you know

what I'm talking about.

I almost...

You think it's still there?

Son, I have no idea.

It's been a very long time.

(GRUNTS)

SAM:

Hey. Come with me.

Can I help you get anything?

No, it's all right. I got it.

(grunts)

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(DOOR OPENS IN BACKGROUND)

()

DELIA: You weren't kidding about

the way you guys communicate.

Or don't.

Can we not right now, please?

All right?

I'm just saying,

maybe if you would talk more,

he would open up.

Think about how much

there must be about him

that you don't even know.

Here's something you don't know.

You know, when I was little,

I was on this,

what used to be a swing.

And he was pushing me.

And I got too much momentum,

you know,

on the lower half of my body.

I was way out there,

and I flipped.

I lost grip of the rope,

and I hit a...

Well, there used to be

a sandbar out there

in the middle

of the river, but...

But you were okay, right?

No, I was not okay.

I broke my arm.

It's a compound fracture.

It took months to heal.

I still have a scar.

Look.

See that?

I never noticed that.

- SAM: I know.

- It's funny.

SAM: All right, Jareth

might think it's funny.

He reset the bone himself.

Badly, I might add.

It's so stupid.

I could have disabled

my arm permanently.

And then you became a doctor.

Coincidence?

I mean, yes. No, it was...

That was all me.

(chuckles)

(MOTOR STARTS)

()

Well, this is it.

- Welcome.

- DELIA: Wow!

SAM:

Yeah.

Knights of the long table?

(chuckles)

Yeah.

Yeah,

apparently I had a fraternity

of hunting buddies

before my time.

But, uh, we mostly just

used it for social distancing.

You know,

he says he carved this himself.

There's some lesson

attached to it,

but it's just an antique.

DELIA:

Hmm. (Chuckles)

SAM:

Mm-hmm.

So, here is the living room.

Oh, this is a nice touch.

SAM:

Hmm.

I promise that won't be used

to k*ll any animals.

Well, it is loaded.

Rock salt.

Rock salt? Why?

Oh, it, uh, you know,

it does less than shot,

but more than nothing.

- DELIA: Huh.

- Unless you're a slug.

You know, slugs are

mostly water, so...

- DELIA: Yeah.

- Salt.

- DELIA: Mm-hmm. Okay.

- It's just a joke.

(both chuckle)

SAM:

This is the living room.

Uh, not much living

goes on in here.

Mostly just waiting

for something else to happen

in another room.

And I guess storage.

DELIA:

Uh-huh.

Oh, these records.

Retro.

SAM:

Yeah, he's always playin' those.

But I want to show you the rooms

that really matter.

Come on.

(chuckles)

SAM:

Come on, come on, come on.

Now, this is our room.

- Ah.

- This is your room.

Okay.

I haven't talked to Jareth

about it yet.

That does not surprise me.

Okay, all right.

He probably thinks I'm sleepin'

on the couch, so...

DELIA:

You're not?

(chuckles)

SAM:

Okay.

Here's the bathroom.

The only one.

Sorry about that.

DELIA:

That's fine.

SAM: We'll pass

through here real quick.

This is his room.

Nothin' special.

- DELIA: Wow!

- SAM: Yeah.

SAM:

Um, well, there's the study.

His study, you know?

Yeah? What does he study?

I think it's just called that.

I don't know.

I don't go in there.

(chuckles)

You don't, or you can't,

or you won't?

I just haven't.

Look, if you're a fan

of non-answers,

ask my dad questions, all right?

I like to trim the fat,

just stick to non-questions.

Hmm, okay? Okay.

- DELIA: Okay.

- Let's move on.

Uh, kitchen's through here.

You're welcome to anything

in the fridge,

if there's anything in it.

DELIA:

Sounds good.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

IN BACKGROUND)

Hmm.

Where's he going?

SAM:

Uh...

You know,

it's honestly better not to ask.

SAM:

Hey, where you goin'?

I'm gonna go set

a couple of traps

while it's still light outside.

SAM: Hey, you know, I was

thinkin' maybe I could come with...

JARETH: You know,

why don't you go inside

and cook us all some supper?

- Hmm?

- DELIA: Oh!

Is that how I need to do it?

Go inside and fix me some mutton.

No.

'Cause you don't eat meat.

But also, no.

Well, fix me some greens then.

SAM:

Wait, where you goin'?

DELIA: I'm gonna learn how to

set some traps while it's still daylight.

SAM:

All right, go ahead

and shoulder me out of the will!

Hey, but don't badger him

too much 'cause he will sh**t you!

Don't be too quiet

'cause he'll sh**t you.

DELIA: Are you plotting

to get rid of me already?

SAM:

No. Not yet.

Oh, man.

Sam, you are screwed.

DELIA:

It's called a death fall, right?

It's getting dark.

How many are you gonna make?

(sighs)

We're just gonna make these two.

()

Couldn't find any branches

long enough to reach across?

Branches are unreliable.

Number one,

because you never know

what size critter it's

gonna take to make 'em snap.

Number two,

it's almost impossible

to make a natural ground.

Every critter out there is

gonna avoid anything unnatural.

DELIA:

Who wouldn't?

JARETH:

Help me get some leaves.

DELIA: Must be difficult

to make these in the spring.

Yes, it is.

No leaves in the spring.

()

(SIZZLING)

(DOOR OPENS IN BACK GROUND)

(DOOR CLOSES IN BACK GROUND)

Welcome back!

Delia?

Jareth?

Oh, sh*t!

(chuckles)

- Oh, you...

- Huh.

SAM: You're just gonna

let her sneak up on me?

Well, I thought you'd grown

rather fond of surprises.

- Are you cr... are you crying?

- SAM: No!

No, I was... I was cutting onions.

- It...

- DELIA: It's true.

DELIA: He always cries

when he cuts onions.

You know, I should let you

starve while we devour

our bloody delicious red meat.

()

There ain't nothin'

I can do

Or nothin' I can say

That folks

don't criticize me

But I'm going to do

Just as I want to

Anyway

And don't care

Just what people say

If I should take a notion

To jump into the ocean

Ain't nobody's business

If I do

If I go to church on Sunday

Then cabaret all day Monday

Ain't nobody's business

If I do

(INSECTS CHIRPING IN DISTANCE)

Your father's in the room.

He's sleeping.

(both chuckle)

He's so unusual.

Well, um, you got him

to say more words

than I've ever heard him

say before, so...

Really?

What?

Is he not livin' up

to your expectations?

No, I think he is. Yeah.

Well, good.

(both chuckle)

(kisses)

You know, you could say

"I told you so".

Hmm?

I think I'm gonna go to bed.

Already?

(both chuckle)

Wait, I didn't mean this.

Hang on, babe.

No, I'm just gonna...

(kisses)

(takes deep breaths)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

IN DISTANCE)

()

()

"His glistening bulk spun round,

'neath a fountain of bloody red,

and men's hearts hit the ground,

and he hoisted high the head."

That's charming.

()

JARETH:

This is my study.

DELIA:

Oh.

Sorry, I just, um,

I couldn't sleep.

Nevertheless, this is my study.

You have very nice artwork.

Is it yours?

It's mine

because this is my study.

DELIA:

It's impressive.

And... and you... you write.

I dabble.

DELIA:

You dabble well.

What aren't you good at?

(chuckles)

You'll find that by the time

you get to be my age,

you will have amassed

quite a collection

of rather useless skills.

Well, some would say

by definition a skill

can't be useless.

Touch.

Have you considered publishing?

Never quite saw the point.

Uh, good night.

And sorry, again.

JARETH:

Stop.

What are you hiding?

Left hand, behind your back.

What are you hiding?

(sighs)

JARETH:

Huh.

You kids and your secrets.

I guess you noticed

he wasn't on the couch.

Sam has a tendency

to overestimate the importance

I put on certain things.

Hmm.

I might be old,

I might be old-fashioned,

but believe you me, if you

stay old-fashioned long enough,

eventually you're gonna be

ahead of your time.

Well...

good night.

Good night.

Again, sorry, I...

Couldn't sleep?

Couldn't sleep. Good night.

(DOOR CLOSES)

()

Hmm.

If you could spend

the rest of your life

in one place, where would it be?

JARETH:

Is this place so bad?

Morning, sunshine.

- Good morning.

- SAM: Hmm.

DELIA:

Oh, I love this movie.

Those are music, babe.

DELIA: Okay, some of which

were used in movies as soundtrack.

(chuckles)

DELIA:

The Man Who Knew Too Much.

Did she just call me a genius?

DELIA: You're definitely not

the man who knew too much.

Oh.

DELIA:

It's the movie. He knows.

A friend of mine

was in that movie.

Oh? The kid?

SAM:

The remake. Right?

You've got a good selection

in there.

Well, it serves.

So do you. Thank you.

- SAM: Dad?

- JARETH: You're welcome.

You remember the whole

gorging on carcasses thing?

I will eat that.

It is totally okay.

Thank you.

JARETH:

You're welcome.

What did I miss?

It's okay to run a red line

on occasion, right?

JARETH:

Right.

Right.

(INDISTINCT LYRICS

IN BACKGROUND)

(scrunches)

DELIA: I don't know. We

just get along really well.

SAM:

Yeah, but how?

I wake up late

and you're best friends.

The way you two were talkin'

to each other this morning,

he's... he's never talked to me

like that. Ever.

DELIA: Well, I think he just

needs some prodding, you know?

Maybe you talk to him

a little more.

Maybe he just trusts you.

I mean, he's a great judge

of character.

All right. There you go.

Wow!

And you, be careful.

I don't wanna repeat what

happened last time.

(chuckles)

SAM:

This funny?

Hey, I got you somethin'.

DELIA:

Oh, I'm good.

Okay. That's great.

Happened to safety first?

Uh, so about these traps. Uh...

DELIA:

Yeah?

SAM:

Where are they?

They are exactly

where they have always been.

Oh! Where they've always

been, right?

Yeah. Always.

Yeah, it's been eight years.

Exactly where they've always been.

That's great!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

- What?

SAM:

Uh, he's a solitary hunter.

It's for the best.

DELIA:

Be careful!

So, there are no stands

or anything, right?

He's always had this thing

where we climb trees or whatever.

You know, whatever's natural.

But I think we'll

pretty easily find something

with enough low-hanging fruit.

Oh, no. We're not hunting together.

I love you, but this is

not gonna be a pissing match.

No, you're gonna find your spot,

and I'm gonna find mine,

- and then...

- Hmm.

We will compare antler points

at the end of the day,

but I'm a solitary hunter.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Okay.

Well,

don't sh**t anything human.

Me, for example.

Promise.

Mm.

Go forth.

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(sighs)

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(grunts)

()

(groans)

Not the plan.

Not the plan.

(groans)

DELIA:

Oh, my God!

Are you hit?

Oh, God.

Are you okay?

That's a man.

Jesus, what happened?

- DELIA: What?

- Out of the way.

Did you do this?

SAM:

Sir, listen, I'm a doctor.

I'm gonna move your hands

and have a look, okay?

MARCUS:

Okay.

- SAM: Okay.

- JARETH: Is he still alive?

DELIA:

Yeah.

You finally managed to hit me,

huh?

(Marcus groans)

SAM:

Okay.

The good news is

it's through and through.

The bad news is he's losing

a lot of blood.

Old man.

And a pretty stupid girl.

SAM:

Hey, okay.

- Just breathe.

- MARCUS: What kinda fool am I?

Just breathe, sir.

Just breathe, okay?

- You son of a wh*re.

- Great.

Yep, I was feeling

a little left out.

I appreciate that.

Okay, we're gonna take care

of you, sir.

Just hold on there. Uh...

(groans)

SAM:

Sir?

Is he?

He's got a steady pulse,

but this isn't good.

We have to get him

to a med center quick.

Son, I don't think that's

the smartest course of action.

You're kidding.

Give me a hand.

You see these g*ns, huh?

You see these g*ns?

You have how many questions

people are gonna ask.

You ready for that?

(sighs)

I'm sorry, Delia, right,

but we can't let

an innocent man die.

Besides, it was an accident.

He's just a la...

Excuse me, I didn't sh**t him.

Well, I didn't sh**t him.

He said you got the shot.

I don't think he was

talking about me.

JARETH:

He's not in his right mind, okay?

That's obvious.

What we're gonna do

is we're gonna take him back

to the cabin,

we're gonna assess his health,

and then we'll make a decision.

SAM: We're not bringin'

him back to the cabin.

- JARETH: Sam!

- Jareth!

We're bringin' him

to a med center!

Decision made!

(sighs)

- Now help me!

- Okay.

SAM:

Now! Please!

(groans)

SAM:

Sorry. Shh.

Delia, put those g*ns

in the back of the truck.

Keep 'em away from him.

DELIA: What if whoever

did this is still out there?

- (groans)

- (shushes)

SAM:

Just hold that.

Real slow, slow.

Sam, if you did this,

listen, we can...

No, no, you listen, Jareth,

I didn't, all right?

She's got a point.

What... there could be

anybody out there.

All right? Look at him.

He's runnin' from something.

MARCUS:

Jareth.

(Sam shushes)

I tell you.

Jareth, I tell you, the b*tch...

- SAM: It's okay.

- MARCUS: The b*tch shoots a man.

SAM: Calm down.

We're gonna get you help.

You heard what he just said, right?

If you did it,

you'd admit it, right?

Yes, of course.

Then why don't you wanna

take him to the med center?

Because I'm tryin'

to protect us, son.

I'm tryin' to protect all of us.

I don't understand the blood's...

JARETH:

What?

SAM:

I don't know, it just stopped.

It is... it's clotted already.

Look, if we get him

to a med center,

I think he's gonna be okay.

(Marcus groaning)

Hey, hey.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I've got some morphine

out in my kit

in the back of the truck.

The best thing we can do for

all of us is to keep him sedated.

SAM:

Who went to med school, huh?

Who paid for you

to go to med school, hmm?

DELIA:

How is he?

JARETH:

Why don't you ask the doctor?

SAM: He's good, actually.

He's better than I'd hoped.

How are you? You okay?

I think if someone's out there,

they're being super clever.

Quiet.

SAM:

I think, Jareth, I think...

I think my father shot him.

Honestly, does it even matter?

SAM:

Yes, it matters.

- Hey, hey. Hey.

- MARCUS: Who are you?

- SAM: Hey. Hey, man.

- Who are you? Sam?

SAM: My dad's gettin'

you something for the pain.

- MARCUS: Are you Sam?

- SAM: You're gonna be fine.

SAM:

You're gonna be fine.

- MARCUS: Yeah, I'll be fine.

- SAM: All right?

- He's getting you morphine.

- MARCUS: I'll be fine.

SAM: He's right here. Is

there... is there a radio in here?

Yeah, there's one

in the kitchen.

It's AM/FM, not HAM.

(groans)

JARETH:

Okay.

SAM:

It's morphine?

JARETH:

Yeah, morphine.

SAM: And you know

how to administer it?

Yes.

SAM:

Okay.

DELIA:

Sam! Come here.

Sam.

Jareth. Sam. Delia.

I tell you. Oh, I tell you.

Hey. RADIO ANNOUNCER 2: (ON RADIO)

A federally-run manhunt is underway...

This was playing in the car

on the way up.

It's lucky that I even heard it.

It's an alert station.

RADIO ANNOUNCER 2: (ON RADIO) District

authorities remind citizens that Knight

may be armed and should be

considered highly dangerous.

Please contact authorities

if you have any information

concerning Knight's whereabouts.

Oh, God. Another shot?

Yeah. Another shot.

You, you shot me.

Oh, my friend,

I'm afraid you've got my son

or his pretty little girlfriend

to thank for that.

- Yeah.

- Why would she?

Why would she sh**t me?

JARETH: I don't know.

Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe she's not a very good shot.

She sure as hell

isn't much of a hunter.

Not like you, huh?

- SAM: Hey, Dad?

- Hold still. What?

SAM:

Jareth, come in here now!

(takes deep breaths)

You stay put.

MARCUS:

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll do that.

Yeah.

RADIO ANNOUNCER 2: (ON RADIO)

This is an alert station for area 117...

That man's in a lot of pain.

What is it?

That man is Marcus Knight.

JARETH:

What?

He's an escapee

from a lifer facility,

not some civil rehab joint.

It's started over.

RADIO ANNOUNCER 2: (ON

RADIO) (inaudible) ...escaped yesterday,

following an accident involving

the transport vessel

that was relocating him.

Marcus Knight, age unknown,

was serving

several life sentences

for armed robbery,

second-degree m*rder

and (inaudible) other charges.

It might not be him.

But he has a tattoo

on his wrist.

So, what are you suggesting?

(INDISTINCT RADIO SPEECH)

Well, this changes things, right?

I mean, he could be dangerous.

If he's dangerous,

that's all the more reason

why he should be sedated.

I think we should just...

Just...

What?

Just let him die.

SAM:

No!

No, he's a man!

And he's still alive.

If anything,

this makes things simpler.

Right?

I mean, whoever shot him...

Look, no one's gonna press

charges for sh**ting a convict.

Look, I'll take credit for it.

I'll say I shot him.

Did you?

No.

Whatever we do,

we sedate him first.

Yeah. Yeah, I agree.

No, no, no! Hey! Hey!

SAM:

Get him! Stop him!

All right. Nope.

Get... come... come on!

- SAM: Hey!

- Back in the house!

- SAM: Wait, no, no, no, no!

- Let's go.

Delia, you drive.

Let's take him to a med center.

Get him in the car.

- Be careful.

- Careful, my a*s.

Get in the damn car.

(DOOR CLOSES, SELFS THE CAR)

- DELIA: It's not working.

- Bullshit.

Bullshit. Let me try!

Get out. Get out.

(pants)

(SELFS THE CRA)

(yells)

- Oh, you're kidding.

- No.

There's someone else here.

Maybe.

- Wait.

- You... you were outside.

It could have been him.

- It could have been him.

- What?

Marcus, he could have escaped

last night.

No, you.

You were outside last night.

Did you see anything?

No, I didn't see any...

I was doing some...

He's running!

- JARETH: What?

- SAM: He's...

JARETH:

Hey! No!

No!

(grunts)

sh*t.

SAM:

What? What is it?

The morphine.

Are you that concerned

about his pain?

Yes.

JARETH: No, I'm not that

concerned about his pain.

I just wanna make damn sure

that he didn't go anywhere.

He's clearly not moving.

SAM:

Yeah, he got hit pretty hard.

He's gonna be out for a while.

Look, why don't... why don't you

go work on the car, uh, for now?

Yeah.

What, she good with cars?

I wouldn't be surprised,

but I was talkin' to you.

JARETH:

Oh.

(sighs)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

Hey.

Best just leave those

in the truck.

Keep 'em away

from our friend inside.

All right.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(sighs)

You think you can fix it?

Possibly. You?

Probably.

It was you.

You're the one who shot me,

didn't you?

SAM:

What?

No.

You said you'd take

the credit for it.

I heard you.

Yeah, but I... I didn't.

You think the two of them

would take the credit

for somethin' they didn't do?

What are they doin' out there?

Talkin'?

No, they're... they're

fixing the car.

Oh. Somethin' wrong

with the car.

Uh-oh.

SAM:

You're a funny guy.

And a lucky one.

MARCUS:

Yeah. Truly.

I'm sure it's something

your father can fix right up.

An old man can fix anything.

How did you know that?

MARCUS: What? That

old men can fix anything?

'Cause I've been one for a bit.

How do you know

that he's my dad?

Well, it's not often that

you call someone else dad,

I'm guessing.

The girl,

is she really helpin' him?

Yeah, he's not gonna

like that, is he?

SAM:

Hey, Jareth.

Uh, can I speak to you

for a second, please?

JARETH:

Yeah.

In there, away from him?

Sure.

Oh, what are you gonna do

with me?

Seems mighty dangerous

to leave me in here alone.

SAM:

Hey, Delia?

Delia, can you watch this guy

for... for a second, please?

DELIA:

Yeah.

Now, what are the two of you

gonna talk about

that she isn't even allowed

to listen to?

- SAM: Just please shut up.

- That's (indistinct speech)...

Shut up.

(Marcus groans)

Just watch him, please.

DELIA:

Yeah.

(pants)

Truck is a mess,

but she was a big help.

- She really knows what...

- Who is he?

- What?

- How do you know him?

All right, he knows you

and you know him.

How? How do you know him?

I just heard about him

on the bulletin.

No, no. Don't bullshit me.

Who is he?

- It's complicated.

- SAM: How complicated?

What, what, what?

Did you do time together? What?

(hums)

(Marcus moaning)

Mm.

Thanks.

For?

Nothin'.

I just hate that f*ck' song.

Oh.

JARETH: Sam, it's too

complicated to get into right now.

(hums)

SAM:

Now is the time to get into it.

Who the hell is this guy?

Dad, tell me.

Before you were born,

and a long time

before you were born,

I was a different kinda guy.

And...

Well, f*ck it.

Marcus and I robbed a bank.

A woman was k*lled.

It wasn't me. He k*lled her.

It wasn't supposed to happen,

but it did.

And as we were getting away,

I made damn sure that he didn't.

What is this? Is this revenge?

What is this? Is this... still...

JARETH:

I don't... I don't know.

You have the money still?

Does he think you have

the money?

What?

Son, the man on the table

in there is an animal.

I had the opportunity

to k*ll him years ago,

and I didn't take it,

but I should have.

You were takin'

a second chance now!

That's real...

(indistinct speech)

JARETH: I don't know what the

hell this is, son, but something...

DELIA:

Sam. Help?

SAM:

Hey, man, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, man. Hey!

Hey, I know what you want.

I know what you want.

Oh, do you now?

We have the money.

We'll get it for you, right?

Right? We'll get you the money.

Just stop.

- Sam, shut up.

- Whoa! Hey, hey, hey!

JARETH:

Shut up.

Marcus,

you're an outnumbered fool.

MARCUS:

Oh, is that so?

Shall we put that to the test?

You're a sporting type.

Tell you what,

why don't you aim that

right at my chest,

and I'll aim this at yours?

We can both pull the trigger,

and we'll see who has the

swiftest recovery.

Dad, don't take that shot.

Please.

MARCUS:

Well, what do you know?

That is an uncharacteristically

wise decision.

sh**t me.

And now?

Yeah.

Go ahead. sh**t.

Before you do,

why don't you take a good look

and see what's in that g*n

you're holding?

()

(groans)

- Sam?

- Yeah.

Rock salt.

But still,

I do appreciate your restraint.

MARCUS:

Again, you sh**t.

(groans)

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Okay.

SAM:

How did he get out of these?

He's not an escape artist,

is he, Jareth?

Yeah.

(sighs)

DELIA:

Be right back.

Hey.

Hey, hey, don't go anywhere.

And don't do anything.

Okay.

Hi.

DELIA:

Red or blue?

Uh, what does blue mean?

You know, if red's death,

and then green is...

Blue... blue's just the color

of Kool-Aid.

Right.

Here.

Thank you.

You not thirsty?

- Okay.

- Mm.

DELIA:

You want another one?

- You mind?

- No.

Thank you.

(sighs)

You don't know much

about your father, do you?

Yeah, I told you that.

Sam, how does the man in there

know who your father is?

Look. Hey, hey.

They robbed a bank together.

All right?

That's what put him,

Marcus Knight, in jail.

Okay? Robbin' the bank

and he shot a woman.

Who?

SAM:

I don't know.

Or do you mean which one? I...

I mean, is the guy on your

table who's dying a k*ller?

Or is your father?

Right, well,

Jareth says he's the convict,

but how the hell can I tell?

And he's not dying.

I mean, his wound, I thought,

you know, is a lot worse,

but he's...

He's doin' real

miraculously well. I...

Why is he here?

Was this their hideout?

No, no. No. Or maybe.

I... I... I don't know.

I don't know.

Jareth still has the money.

It's in his study.

DELIA:

What?

Nothing.

Okay, so... so, Jareth is hiding

money in his study.

Why don't we just

give it to Marcus

and see if he goes away?

I'm... I'm... I'm tired of this.

I'm tired of it.

Do you mind watching him?

Of course, yeah.

From the other side

of the room this time?

Yeah?

Yeah.

Hey, Jareth?

Let's talk.

Yeah, sure.

You wanna go outside?

No, your room.

Okay.

Delia.

SAM:

She'll be fine, right?

- Well?

- What's in there?

What's in there?

That's my study.

I know that,

but what's in there?

Unlock it.

You unlock it.

The key's on the picture.

(sighs)

You don't have to be

so difficult.

So, what?

What?

You invest your money in art?

No.

Oh. Oh, really?

Yeah.

SAM:

Oh.

So, you... you just...

(scoffs)

Why didn't you ever show me

any of this?

I had no idea you were so...

JARETH:

Obsessive. Eccentric.

Artistic.

Look, Jareth...

Dad, the whole point of this

trip was to...

to reconcile.

You know, to...

I know there's always been

things between us,

but I... I thought maybe if we...

What?

Son, the whole purpose of this

trip was never to reconcile.

Come on.

How did you ask her?

Ask her what?

The ring. I saw the ring.

How did you ask her?

SAM:

Oh, I don't know.

You know,

I... she... I didn't do anything.

She kinda just told me.

She had the ring and everything.

Oddly enough,

your mom was a lot like that.

Did she know?

Know what?

Did mom know that you were a...

An artist?

A criminal.

Listen, Sam, there's a lot of

things about me you don't know,

and that's on purpose.

It's for your own good.

There are things

I can't tell you,

so since that's the case,

what do you say we...

Why don't we what?

Why don't we do what?

Why don't we talk?

You wanna talk?

You wanna start talkin' now?

Why don't first,

before we start talking,

why don't we handle

the whole situation

of your former business partner

bleedin' on your handmade table?

After my girlfriend, my...

My fianc's in the middle

of this.

I'm sorry, Sam.

There isn't anything

I can do about that.

SAM:

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

You wanna do somethin'?

Here's what we do.

We watch him, Marcus,

all the time.

Okay?

We'll... we'll take turns.

You can work on the car, right?

You can get it fixed?

- Yes, I can fix the truck.

- SAM: Here we go.

You get the car running,

and we will take him back

to a med center.

We will tell them who

he is, right?

And... (sighs)

If he dies...

If he dies, I know exactly

where I'm gonna bury him.

Where?

Where you hid all the money?

No, one of the death falls.

SAM:

Okay, good.

Good.

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

We're not buryin' this.

We're not buryin' him.

No matter what happens,

we bring him back.

- And you?

- JARETH: Me.

If you wanna turn me in, Sam,

you go right ahead.

Yeah.

(sighs)

(Marcus groans)

DELIA:

Hey, how'd it go?

Uh, I need a coffee.

Do you mind getting one for me?

I have a k*ller headache.

Can you gag him, please?

()

I take mine with cream.

(slurps)

And here I thought I had found

some real hospitality.

No, we know about you.

About me?

As though I can be so swiftly

summarized.

The woman you shot.

Which one?

- SAM: Which one?

- Oh, God.

SAM:

What?

Now what do we do now?

Jareth says he can fix

the car pretty quickly.

And then we get our friend

here to a med center.

And that'll be that.

That'll be that.

MARCUS:

That'll be that.

(Marcus laughs)

()

()

Oh, Danny boy

The pipes, the pipes

Are calling

From glen to glen

And down the mountainside

The summer's gone

And all the roses falling

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

But come ye back

When summer's

In the meadow

Or when the valley's

Hushed

And white with snow

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

I love you so

DELIA:

Need help with the engine?

What are you hiding?

Not much.

What are you doing?

What does it look like

I'm doing?

I should have known.

Yeah. You're a smart man.

Experienced.

You knew him.

You knew him before.

I know you now.

That man in there is not gonna

give you anything.

Obviously you don't know

him very well.

Don't I?

It's I'll be here

In sunshine

Or in shadow

Son of a b*tch, I see it.

- What?

- The resemblance. I see it.

DELIA:

What?

(scoffs)

I should have known that

b*stard had kids everywhere.

Oh, wow!

You wanna go down

that road right now.

Young lady, not every man falls

for meaningless gestures.

- Me... meaningless? Okay. Yeah.

- Okay, young lady? Yes.

Well, I guess at your age, most

things have lost their meaning.

Ow!

I know one thing that hasn't.

Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, hey, hey!

What the hell did you give him?

Somnaquil. From your kit.

Ah.

What now?

Untie him.

Now!

Okay.

Be careful with that.

(groans)

JARETH:

There.

(Marcus grunts)

I have questions.

- So do I.

- Shut up.

You know, you could have pulled

the tape off first.

Shut up!

Ooh.

I think I like

when you're in charge.

DELIA:

Stop.

You. Get me clothes.

Does he have to?

DELIA:

Go on.

So, you had some questions?

Why am I naked?

Who shot me?

DELIA:

I don't know.

Maybe the kid.

JARETH:

Be my guess.

DELIA:

You know how to use this?

Obviously.

If he moves, do.

Don't either of you wanna

know where it is?

DELIA:

Where?

How much is left?

JARETH:

More than your share.

Well, that sounds like interest.

And I'm interested.

Looks like you need me, Marcus.

Don't bullshit me, Jareth.

You've got more elsewhere.

I know you do.

You're old enough to know not

to put all your eggs in one cabin.

Besides, you owe me.

You owe me for all that

f*ck' time I did.

If I give you the money,

what are you gonna do then?

Well,

then I'm gonna take your...

God damn it, you're frustrating.

JARETH:

That's not on me.

I didn't have anything

to do with it.

- Oh, is that your boy, too?

- JARETH: I don't know.

Yeah, he's got so much

Camilla in him.

Oh, f*ck you, Marcus.

He says he can fix the car.

Well, he says a lot.

I can fix the car.

Well, then you do that.

Then it's mine.

Like I said, interest. Copacetic?

Copacetic.

You and your boy are gonna have

to find some other way back.

Or you can stay here.

I don't care.

But I'm gonna drive away

from you

just like you drove away

from me.

And nobody gets hurt?

MARCUS:

Nobody gets hurt.

Just like the bank.

Where is it?

Do you remember the old Wilson

fallout shelter?

- It's still there?

- JARETH: It's a fallout shelter.

Yes, of course it's still there.

It's caved in a little bit,

but I've been digging.

So, there's a shovel

right next to the entrance.

Why don't you go

continue digging in it

while I fix your truck?

Copacetic.

MARCUS:

Well, I'm in no rush.

You go dig it up.

Then worry about the car.

JARETH:

What if I run?

We have your son.

JARETH:

Yeah.

And what kind of a parent would

abandon one of their children?

Okay, nobody is gonna get hurt.

Just like the bank.

So, let's talk about our end

of the deal.

Oh, sh*t.

No, you don't.

That was clumsy.

Yeah, well,

I've been shot twice.

What's your excuse?

DELIA: I thought getting

shot didn't bother you.

(GENERATOR WHIRRING)

It hurt?

MARCUS:

Not too bad.

You should try it sometime.

Perhaps I will

when all this is over.

Solidarity.

You're sick.

(chuckles)

DELIA:

Lucky you.

Yeah, lucky me.

You know I love you to death,

right?

Then why don't you turn around

and prove it?

What the f*ck?

Good morning, sleepyhead.

What the f*ck?

Sam, I'm really sorry about

Marcus is my dad.

What?

DELIA: See, I... I found

you because of your father,

and then, well, my father,

and then... well, he needed...

This doesn't change the way

I feel about you.

You don't...

You can't touch your daughter

like that.

Well, you shouldn't.

You ever been to Arkansas, son?

What? Even if...

But you drugged me.

Sam.

Of course I drugged you.

()

I've had enough of this.

Hey!

(groans)

Oh, really?

It's rock salt.

Okay.

(groans)

DELIA:

What are you doin'?

I'm gonna go make sure

that Jareth doesn't

just wander in here.

Seems to me he might get

a little upset about all this.

Why don't you just tidy up

around here a bit?

DELIA:

It's you and me, yeah?

You and me, babe.

DELIA:

Forever?

MARCUS:

Forever.

Oh, no.

(kissing)

MARCUS:

All right.

I don't get it.

I don't get it.

No, I'm sure you don't.

Um, Sam, this is your

last chance to tell me

anything else you know

about your father.

(groans)

JARETH:

You don't trust me?

Would 24 years worth

of "no" suffice?

Wow! Look at this.

Yeah.

Uh, I guess even the

surest things fail eventually.

Damn lucky the whole house

didn't come down.

True.

MARCUS:

Wait. Is this all of it?

JARETH: No, there's

more. That's why I'm digging.

Speakin' of that, Marcus,

I don't suppose you'd actually

like to give me a hand here

to do a little work?

No, I'm gonna sit down.

I don't have a shovel.

JARETH:

Right.

()

(pants)

My days have grown so lonely

(moans)

You're certainly

not your father's son.

SAM:

f*ck you!

You shot me.

No, he did.

I'm sorry.

I really didn't want that

to happen.

Oh, you go f*ck...

You go f*ck your father.

Sam.

You're so stupid.

Oh, Sam. It's not...

A future that's stormy

A winter that's gray...

f*ck.

I'll be right back.

(GROANS)

DELIA:

Don't move.

That Delia sure one hell

of a piece of work, huh?

You have no idea.

I wonder where she gets that.

Did she tell you

she was my daughter?

Nope. I figured that one out

for myself.

(chuckles)

She made a pass at me.

Well, that would explain

the daughter line.

See, she didn't want you

to think that she

and I were an item.

()

(groans)

What's this?

DELIA:

It's about our parents.

Or rather,

your father and my mother.

SAM:

Your mother?

Yeah.

I don't know.

Marcus said that Jareth

was the one who shot her,

but he did come clean

about some sh*t

I expected him to lie about,

so who knows?

(groans)

Yeah, she does that.

You just say somethin'

and she runs with it.

And the funny thing is,

she'll fall for it, too.

You even suggest that there

might be a buried treasure

and she will...

JARETH:

There is a buried treasure, Marcus.

Yeah, well,

she's not after that.

(Delia sighs)

I was three when it happened.

I remember thinking how silly,

how arbitrary, all of it was.

One moment you're changing

your billing address,

and the next your ice cream's

melted all over the back seat.

(moans)

And then when I got older,

I did a little digging.

She researched me online.

Came up with a few

ideas about me.

You know what I mean?

I found out that Marcus Knight

is an... he's an interesting man.

Found me in jail.

Why?

I wanted to see

if he had something.

Something that I wanted very,

very badly.

A father?

(groans)

Life. Happiness. Love eternal.

She wants to spend forever

with me, Jareth.

And she means it.

I wanna live forever, Sam.

And as far as I can tell,

those two guys out there

are the only two people

who could give it to me.

Oh, I'm a doctor. I can help.

No, you can't.

You can't because you don't know

what I mean.

You don't even know

who your father is.

When's the last time that you

looked at him in the face?

When you looked at a picture

of him?

Know what I can't figure out

is whether it's a fountain,

a food, a ritual.

Clearly it's not

f*cking genetics.

But in exchange for the money,

Marcus is gonna give me

the secret.

He's gonna give it to me.

A secret that your father

wouldn't even tell you.

Is she trustworthy, Marcus?

Absolutely not.

(chuckles)

What?

- You're insane.

- DELIA: No.

The fundamental things apply

As time goes by

I am not insane!

I said I'm not insane!

Why does your father look

the same age in the photos

that you have with him

when you were young, hmm?

'Cause he doesn't age!

He doesn't have scars or wounds.

He fought in wars, Sam!

Think about Marcus.

Marcus is suffering

from g*nsh*t wounds.

He's healing miraculously, Sam.

How does that work?

You're a doctor!

I don't know.

I don't know. But it's...

You don't know 'cause you don't

know anything, Sam.

Before today, you would never

set foot in your father's study.

You would never seen

the collections,

the... the museum of himself.

Collections that date back

to God knows how long.

And you know what?

You're never gonna get

to experience it.

Because you're not curious, Sam.

You're not clever.

That's why you're gonna die soon.

And that's why some

of us are gonna live on...

for a very long time.

You're out of your f*cking mind.

I'm not.

I'm just out of your

miserable little life.

Don't touch me.

(MOANS)

Remember?

Red is death.

I prefer green.

The world will always

welcome lovers

As time

(YELLS)

Goes by

SAM:

f*ck you!

MARCUS: There's somethin'

I've been dyin' to know.

I have no idea which one

of them shot you, Marcus.

No, not that.

I wanna know if you knew,

'cause I think you did.

I think you knew that I was

gonna get picked up that day.

And you got me nabbed

on purpose.

Does that sound familiar?

()

(GRUNTS)

We had a good run, Marcus.

We had a long run.

But you started to get sloppy.

(GRUNTS)

JARETH: When guys like

you and me get reckless,

very bad things can happen.

(GROANS)

JARETH: So me, I had a moral

reckoning and you, you shot a woman.

(PANTS)

MARCUS:

But it wasn't about Camilla?

Had nothin' to do with her

and I?

There was no her and you,

Marcus, ever.

(GROANS)

You ever tell your son?

(GROANS)

My son knows very little.

And I think that's a good thing.

(GROANS)

JARETH:

Sam is too fragile.

I'm afraid this whole damn

thing is gonna ruin him.

(GROAN, PANTS)

(BLOWS AIR)

()

(PANTS)

(GRUNTS)

MARCUS: I honestly think

prison might do you some good.

Toss you in some hole,

and let you meditate

on yourself for a bit.

Hell, maybe forever.

()

You know, Marcus, what my

biggest problem would be in...

stuck in some hole

forever would be?

What's that?

The forever part.

(GROANS)

MARCUS:

You're a son of a b*tch!

(MARCUS GROANS)

()

- (g*nsh*t)

- (GROANS)

If he's dead...

If he's dead, I'll t*rture

you until you f*ck' tell me.

Immortal doesn't mean invincible.

He told me that,

but I'll drag it out.

Marcus?

Marcus?

(PANTS)

Sam?

Sam?

Sam. Jesus!

Sam! Hey!

Hey.

(DOOR OPENS)

(GRUNTS)

What in the hell did you do?

DELIA:

I didn't do anything.

That was all you.

Well, that was Marcus.

It was rock salt.

Why don't you check his arm?

What were you tryin'

to inject Marcus with?

It wasn't morphine, was it?

Yeah. Seems fair to me.

My mother, your son.

What the hell are you talking

about? What fair?

You remember Ellen Gowen?

The bank?

That's my mother.

I was three.

What?

That was Marcus,

that wasn't me. I...

Please stop!

Who shot who? Who k*lled who?

Who gives a f*ck?

Marcus was gonna give me

the secret and now he can't!

So, you've gotta tell me!

I... I can't.

Pay me back

for the life you stole.

Tell me how you do it!

I can't tell you something

I don't know.

I swear to God I'm gonna make

you feel so much pain.

(PANTS)

sh*t.

f*ck.

(PANTS)

sh*t!

MARCUS:

Delia?

Delia!

(PANTS)

()

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

()

(GROANS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(JARETH PANTS)

(JARETH GROANS)

Marcus?

Marcus!

Delia, I'm f*ck' stuck!

How stuck?

MARCUS:

Uh, very stuck.

()

(JARETH GROANING)

DELIA: I wonder if you're

able to recover from that.

Bet you could, with enough time.

Buried.

What's that?

Buried treasure.

(GROANS)

Buried... buried treasure!

DELIA:

No, thanks.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

JARETH:

Oh. Oh no, don't! Don't! No!

(JARETH SCREAMING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

()

(GROANS)

Get that shovel

and get this sh*t off of me.

(SIGHS)

Is it in here?

What?

(SIGHS)

Is Jareth dead?

Okay. So...

Just get me out.

It's not in here, is it?

Yes, it's buried in here

with me.

Just get me out so we...

I'm not talking about the money.

You're insane!

I'm dedicated.

I was promised something.

I was promised that

you were gonna tell me

the secret and how it works.

Now what is it?

Get me out and I will show you.

Tell me now!

(PANTS)

It's a magic spring.

A trickling, bubbly well.

Where?

That way. I'll show you.

()

You're lying to me.

Okay. There's no secret.

There. That's that.

- No.

- I'm just strong and lucky.

- Stop it!

- And not immortal.

Not immortal at all.

And if I shot you right now?

Well, then I would probably die.

But it's rock salt,

so I might die.

And then you

wouldn't have me around

to help you dig out the money.

I don't want the money.

I want to live forever.

So do I!

And this is not helping.

Okay, okay. So be it.

I'm not going to k*ll you.

I'm not even gonna t*rture you.

But I'm gonna wait

and I'm gonna...

(CHUCKLES)

I'm gonna watch you starve.

And then we'll see.

We'll... we'll see. We'll see.

Oh, come on, Delia.

No! God damn it, no!

Delia!

f*ck!

(GROANS, GRUNTS)

What is it? What is it?

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

(SIGHS)

(COUGHS)

Marcus.

I will do it.

No, you won't.

Try me.

Stop it!

I will not starve ever.

This is better!

()

You'll love this.

When you were all alone

You had to ask me to be

DELIA:

No!

You want this?

Day by day

You want money?

Have some money.

Night by night

Home is where I'll be

Day by day

Night by night

Take some more.

As long as you're next to me

When I was just a girl

MARCUS:

Here, here. You want this?

If I could find it in my heart

To let it be

Day by day

Night by night

Home is where I'll be

Day by day

Night by night

As long as you're next to me

If you belong to...

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

night by night

Home is where I'll be

(LAUGHS)

As long as you're next to me

(LAUGHING)

Home is where I'll be

Day by day

(LAUGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)