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| - (a white van dumps Emily Kramer in the street and drives off. she finds a late night diner, wanders in and is greeted by the waiter) BEN: (to Emily) Hey do you need a menu? You okay? Do you want some food? There's a wicked good vegetable soup. (gets a nod and walks back to the chef) Hey give me a soup. GARY: Onion? BEN: No. Vegetable. No one likes the onion. And call Marty would you? GARY: Marty? How come? BEN: There's some woman here who might be in trouble. She might need some help. BEN: (walks back to Emily) Here you go. EMILY KRAMER: Thank you. BEN: I used to love those crackers. When I was kid my mom would always get pissed at me because whenever we went out to eat I'd always eat like three packs before the food came and then I'd be stuffed. BEN: What happened there? Not that it's any of my business. I'll leave you alone if you like. EMILY KRAMER: I'm trying to remember. MARTY PITTS:I was at Thurber's. BEN: Hey Marty. MARTY PITTS: I'll just have a soda. How you doing tonight? You live around here? I do. I live in the area. Haven't seen you around. EMILY KRAMER: I know I was born in Boston. MARTY PITTS: Oh yeah? you were born there? So, uh, where do you live now? Where's home? EMILY KRAMER: I don't remember. They... they did things. MARTY PITTS: Who did things? EMILY KRAMER: I-- I don't-- I don't know. They-- they gave me a red medicine. MARTY PITTS: Yeah? So, uh, what was the red medicine? EMILY KRAMER: They didn't tell me. MARTY PITTS: Okay, that's alright. EMILY KRAMER: And, um, a blue one. There was blue. They -- they confused me. They... hurt me and -- MARTY PITTS: Ma'am, I think you should come with me. EMILY KRAMER: No. MARTY PITTS: I can help you. EMILY KRAMER: No! MARTY PITTS: No no no, you're not in any trouble. EMILY KRAMER: No stop--stop it! MARTY PITTS: You need to talk to somebody. (trying to handcuff her) EMILY KRAMER: Stop it! MARTY PITTS: This is Officer Pitts. I've got a 5150. Can you make sure that Hannah's available tonight please. BEN: Aah! (becomes ill and collapses) MARTY PITTS: Ben. Ben! (everyone become violently ill) MARTY PITTS: I need an ambulance at the diner right away! Right now! (everyone starts bleeding from the eyes and ears) What the hell is this?! (everyone starts moaning and screaming, collapse then die. Emily's head explodes offscreen)
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