Gush (2025) Movie Script
1
Stop, stop.
What?
What?
Did I hurt you?
No.
I'm sorry, my mind was
somewhere else.
God damn it, Sally.
Don't.
Don't what?
Look at me.
I'm sorry.
You're never gonna be
the same, are we?
We will, we'll get there.
Do you even remember
the last time we tried
Let's try again.
No.
Wake up.
Come on.
You hungry?
I have bacon and eggs.
Come on, you gotta
eat something.
Did you write something?
That's nice.
No.
Oh, what the hell?
It's 10 in the morning.
Only alcoholics drink at
10 in the morning.
Eat.
Sally.
Eat.
I'm sorry.
You always are.
You leaving me?
Nope.
You're leaving.
What?
I talked to Owen.
You talked to my publisher?
What else am I supposed
to do?
This isn't fun anymore.
You didn't tell him anything.
I didn't tell him anything that
he doesn't need to know.
Said he has a little place in
the middle of nowhere.
He loans it out to
a lot of writers.
It has a computer, nice
writing room.
I can't write that
stuff anymore.
Then don't.
Don't write what Owen
wants. Write...
...anything, something
life-affirming,
write from your heart,
something that
I don't know.
Anything.
Just, I can't do this anymore.
I want you back.
I miss you.
Good lord.
Fuck, spiders.
Spiders, no.
Oh.
Darling!
What the fuck, Owen?
What do you mean what the fuck?
I thought you were sending
me to a cute cabin getaway,
not the Texas Chainsaw
Murder House.
Hey, I know it's
not the Hilton,
but it will give you
inspiration.
It'll give me tetanus.
And Kevin said there was
a computer here.
All I see is an old typewriter.
Are you kidding me?
It's not that old.
Might as well be a
printing press, Owen.
I could have brought my laptop.
Computers are so distracting.
I sent you there so that you
could be distraction free.
Trust me, you'll thank me later.
A lot of people have written
some great things
with that very same type-
writer over the years, Sally.
Yeah, well, I'm sure I can
buck the trend.
Darling, negativity does
not become you.
Well, one day we're gonna
meet face to face, Owen,
and you're gonna see
just how wrong
you are about that remark.
Meeting face to face is
nothing like being
inside your head, my dear.
I know your work.
Yeah, well, about that.
I don't know if I wanna
write horror anymore.
I'm not sure if I have it in me.
But you're so good at it.
I mean, it's a surefire
win with that trilogy.
We have a built-in audience.
I've changed.
Look, find a way to
use your feelings
and channel them
into your writing.
And let the cabin and woods in-
spire you.
Just do it for your--
Do it for your fans.
Owen.
Owen.
Great.
Aw, kitty.
Let's see if I can remember
how to use this piece of shit.
Death's End.
Cause I am sure as hell
not writing another one.
God.
Suck, suck, suck, suck.
It's quitting time.
Mm-hmm.
Suck!
Nobody knows the
Nobody knows
Can I help you?
Hi, you live here?
No, I'm just staying
here for a little while
somebody else owns
the place, why?
I watch over the trailer
park over there
during the off season,
doing our jobs,
landscaping, stuff like that,
and I couldn't help but
notice that you could
use a mow here.
Maybe a couple other things.
I could do it for about $50.
Tell you what, let me
go get a paper and a pen
and you can write your
number down,
I'll give it to the guy who
owns the place.
I mean, it'd have to be
his decision.
Okay.
Let me just go get that.
Here you go.
Thank you.
So, uh, you're here all alone?
No, no, my husband's
sleeping, he's kind of
Hmm, husband, huh?
Well, having a nice little
getaway, I imagine.
Yeah, a little peace and quiet.
I appreciate you getting
my number to the guy.
Don't mention it.
Y'all take care.
We will.
Poor baby.
Hey.
Wait!
I just wanna talk to you.
I'm Sally.
Sally Harkley?
Fuck this.
Did you get any writing
done today?
No, but I entertained a
dirty hillbilly,
buried a dead cat,
and chased a psycho
I must be out of
my frickin' mind.
The hell?
Hello?
Hey, just checking on you.
You make it through the night?
Yeah.
Are you okay?
You sound a little
out of breath.
Uh, yeah.
I just chased this strange
woman into the woods.
What?
Yeah, she was out in
the backyard,
and I think she was watching
me yesterday.
Are you serious?
Like, just call the police?
And tell them what?
I mean, she didn't really
do anything.
Who's that?
Huh?
That woman laughing.
Oh, uh, no, we just actually
landed this big client
this afternoon, and just,
everybody decided to go
Kevin, let's
get out of here.
Lisa, I'm on the phone
with my wife.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Babe, sorry.
You know what, I'll call
you back, okay?
I'm just gonna settle up here.
Give me a break.
I just need a break.
Sorry about that.
About what?
Jesus, I don't know.
About everything.
It's okay.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
Maybe I should call the cops.
Yeah, I mean, do whatever
you need to do to be safe,
I love you.
I love you too.
I better go.
I should write.
Okay, just call me if
you need me.
Are you real, Kitty?
Thank you.
(rhythmic mechanical
pounding and other-
What are you doing to me?
You need to talk to me.
What are you?... Why are
you here?
(mattress squeaking,
man and woman
Hey babe. How's it going?
I just got your message
from 3:30 this morning.
What message?
I know you didn't mean
to send me a message,
And I'm glad you did.
Why can't you just be
honest with me?
I don't know what you're
talking about. Sally,
Is it Lisa? Has to be.
Sally.
Yes or no. Is it Lisa?
Sally.
No, it's not me, asshole.
So stop saying my
name. I'm out here in bum
fuck hell because of you.
Oh my God. I am so
stupid. I am so stupid.
It's not been easy
for me either.
No, that is not how
this conversation
starts. It starts with you
being honest with me.
Who were you fucking at
3:30 this morning, Kevin?
Lisa.
Baby?
I think you need to leave.
It's never going to be the
same, you know.
What am I supposed to do?
A relationship is not
meant to survive this.
How? How am I supposed
to move on?
You're looking at it.
Son of a bitch!
I asked you for one
fucking break.
This one's on you.
Cheers, asshole.
Hey. You okay, lady?
Hello? Anybody home?
I knew you didn't have
no husband. What else
Want some eggs?
We better get to it.
I'm sorry.
This was supposed to be
the beginning. Not the end.
Hello?
How's the writing going,
my dear?
Owen.
I mean, of course it's me.
Who the hell else
would you expect? Who
has the number to
I had no idea this landline
was even here. You
Yeah, as well. I mean, I've
tried the cell and
Yeah, I've been having
trouble with it.
Um, the writing's going
well, though.
I was having writer's
block the first day,
but here lately I'm just
cranking out the pages.
I'm about to start
the final chapter.
Oh, now when you say final...
I mean final chapter.
It's a trilogy.
No, but perhaps it's a
trilogy for now, but who
No, Owen.
It's a trilogy forever.
I'm done after this one.
I have to be.
Well, that's too bad.
So...
...the muse has been
speaking to you?
She has her ways.
Yes, they do have such a strange
way about them, don't they?
You know, when they come
to us for how long, what
it is that they inspire us
to create or destroy.
I think it must be very
spiritual, a supernatural
But I do believe in them.
Oh, I do.
Sometimes I think they're
like those fairies in
Yeah.
You know, Tinkerbell's life
begins to dim as she
approaches death, and
it's up to us, the audience,
You know, our belief in them
fuels their very existence.
I mean, I always thought
that was such a lovely
Yeah. It's beautiful.
Yeah, well, I don't want
to keep you just
You know, this book
is going to do extremely
There's a hunger for it.
You know, power to you.
Just keep on.
March forth and keep on
writing, Sally girl.
Thanks, Owen.
Good night.
What did you do?
Here. Better let me
take care of that.
How did you know
I lost my baby?
Did you know?
I wrote about death
having a child and then
It died inside of me.
I thought somehow
it was my fault.
Like I shouldn't be
writing about that sort
of thing and then I let that
thought take over.
And then things got
weird between
And everyone was
trying to get me
I just wanted to...
I just wanted to die.
I just wanted to die.
I couldn't make love to Kevin.
How could I?
And every time I sat
down to write
What if God took my baby?
For punishment for
making the world
I know it sounds stupid but
that's what I thought.
The world is such a
horrible place anymore.
Why would I add to it
with my writing?
And now I know Kevin's
cheating on me
think about it the more
I don't know if I
Maybe it would be easier
if we split up.
It's my fault.
Why should he suffer?
Who are you?
Why are you helping me?
Hey.
Hey. Now that you've slept
on it, how do you feel?
I think you already know.
Damn. I guess if you
can't even say it then,
I'm sorry. She needs me.
I'm sorry too.
If you ever get tired of
waiting for your wife
to return to the world
of the living, look me up.
Yep.
Bye, Kevin.
Please leave
your message for: 3--
Hello?
A word of caution, Sally.
What is it?
Muses are not
unselfish creatures.
You may not realize when you've
entered into an agreement with
not to honor that agreement,
then you will do so at
What does that mean, Owen?
Even Tinkerbell had a mean
streak. She was a very jealous
What are you talking about?
Just be careful what you
wish for, Sally.
Here, kitty!
Kitty!
Sally.
God damn it, Sally, stop.
Don't touch me.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
All right, I know you're angry
and you have every
right to be angry,
but I need you to listen.
Did you think?
Did you think I was just angry?
Did you think I was angry
when I had a miscarriage
after eight months and for
a whole year afterwards
All you ever wanted to
do was climb on top of me.
Sally, I lost a baby too.
Jesus Christ, you act like
I wasn't there.
She died, but we're still here.
Right, we're still here
and God forbid
that I just wanna make
love with my wife.
Oh, you fucked me, Kevin.
You fucked me real good.
You made me feel like
a powerless slab of meat.
You and Owen both.
You know that's not
what I meant.
I'll just be lying in bed
next to you.
Wishing to God that I had
died along with the baby.
Wishing I had the strength.
Wishing I had the
fucking willpower
to kill myself every single
goddamn day.
But by all means, Kevin,
climb on top of me and
We don't need to talk
about anything.
I tried talking to you.
I didn't know how.
Nobody teaches you how
to deal with this.
I didn't know.
Didn't know that's how you felt.
You didn't know.
You didn't know,
so you called up Lisa
and you sent me out here.
That's not what happened.
Is she another pile of
meat for you
to stab your dick into
or do you actually love her?
Jesus, Sally.
Anger doesn't even
begin to explain
the way that I feel, Kevin.
Sally, I'm sorry.
I love you and I just
wish this was different.
I wish you were dead.
Sally.
Bring him back.
Bring him back like
you did the cat.
And I'll give you
your fucking end.
Sally?...
...Sally, please let me in.
We're well past nine
lives now, aren't we, kitty?
Stop, stop.
What?
What?
Did I hurt you?
No.
I'm sorry, my mind was
somewhere else.
God damn it, Sally.
Don't.
Don't what?
Look at me.
I'm sorry.
You're never gonna be
the same, are we?
We will, we'll get there.
Do you even remember
the last time we tried
Let's try again.
No.
Wake up.
Come on.
You hungry?
I have bacon and eggs.
Come on, you gotta
eat something.
Did you write something?
That's nice.
No.
Oh, what the hell?
It's 10 in the morning.
Only alcoholics drink at
10 in the morning.
Eat.
Sally.
Eat.
I'm sorry.
You always are.
You leaving me?
Nope.
You're leaving.
What?
I talked to Owen.
You talked to my publisher?
What else am I supposed
to do?
This isn't fun anymore.
You didn't tell him anything.
I didn't tell him anything that
he doesn't need to know.
Said he has a little place in
the middle of nowhere.
He loans it out to
a lot of writers.
It has a computer, nice
writing room.
I can't write that
stuff anymore.
Then don't.
Don't write what Owen
wants. Write...
...anything, something
life-affirming,
write from your heart,
something that
I don't know.
Anything.
Just, I can't do this anymore.
I want you back.
I miss you.
Good lord.
Fuck, spiders.
Spiders, no.
Oh.
Darling!
What the fuck, Owen?
What do you mean what the fuck?
I thought you were sending
me to a cute cabin getaway,
not the Texas Chainsaw
Murder House.
Hey, I know it's
not the Hilton,
but it will give you
inspiration.
It'll give me tetanus.
And Kevin said there was
a computer here.
All I see is an old typewriter.
Are you kidding me?
It's not that old.
Might as well be a
printing press, Owen.
I could have brought my laptop.
Computers are so distracting.
I sent you there so that you
could be distraction free.
Trust me, you'll thank me later.
A lot of people have written
some great things
with that very same type-
writer over the years, Sally.
Yeah, well, I'm sure I can
buck the trend.
Darling, negativity does
not become you.
Well, one day we're gonna
meet face to face, Owen,
and you're gonna see
just how wrong
you are about that remark.
Meeting face to face is
nothing like being
inside your head, my dear.
I know your work.
Yeah, well, about that.
I don't know if I wanna
write horror anymore.
I'm not sure if I have it in me.
But you're so good at it.
I mean, it's a surefire
win with that trilogy.
We have a built-in audience.
I've changed.
Look, find a way to
use your feelings
and channel them
into your writing.
And let the cabin and woods in-
spire you.
Just do it for your--
Do it for your fans.
Owen.
Owen.
Great.
Aw, kitty.
Let's see if I can remember
how to use this piece of shit.
Death's End.
Cause I am sure as hell
not writing another one.
God.
Suck, suck, suck, suck.
It's quitting time.
Mm-hmm.
Suck!
Nobody knows the
Nobody knows
Can I help you?
Hi, you live here?
No, I'm just staying
here for a little while
somebody else owns
the place, why?
I watch over the trailer
park over there
during the off season,
doing our jobs,
landscaping, stuff like that,
and I couldn't help but
notice that you could
use a mow here.
Maybe a couple other things.
I could do it for about $50.
Tell you what, let me
go get a paper and a pen
and you can write your
number down,
I'll give it to the guy who
owns the place.
I mean, it'd have to be
his decision.
Okay.
Let me just go get that.
Here you go.
Thank you.
So, uh, you're here all alone?
No, no, my husband's
sleeping, he's kind of
Hmm, husband, huh?
Well, having a nice little
getaway, I imagine.
Yeah, a little peace and quiet.
I appreciate you getting
my number to the guy.
Don't mention it.
Y'all take care.
We will.
Poor baby.
Hey.
Wait!
I just wanna talk to you.
I'm Sally.
Sally Harkley?
Fuck this.
Did you get any writing
done today?
No, but I entertained a
dirty hillbilly,
buried a dead cat,
and chased a psycho
I must be out of
my frickin' mind.
The hell?
Hello?
Hey, just checking on you.
You make it through the night?
Yeah.
Are you okay?
You sound a little
out of breath.
Uh, yeah.
I just chased this strange
woman into the woods.
What?
Yeah, she was out in
the backyard,
and I think she was watching
me yesterday.
Are you serious?
Like, just call the police?
And tell them what?
I mean, she didn't really
do anything.
Who's that?
Huh?
That woman laughing.
Oh, uh, no, we just actually
landed this big client
this afternoon, and just,
everybody decided to go
Kevin, let's
get out of here.
Lisa, I'm on the phone
with my wife.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Babe, sorry.
You know what, I'll call
you back, okay?
I'm just gonna settle up here.
Give me a break.
I just need a break.
Sorry about that.
About what?
Jesus, I don't know.
About everything.
It's okay.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
Maybe I should call the cops.
Yeah, I mean, do whatever
you need to do to be safe,
I love you.
I love you too.
I better go.
I should write.
Okay, just call me if
you need me.
Are you real, Kitty?
Thank you.
(rhythmic mechanical
pounding and other-
What are you doing to me?
You need to talk to me.
What are you?... Why are
you here?
(mattress squeaking,
man and woman
Hey babe. How's it going?
I just got your message
from 3:30 this morning.
What message?
I know you didn't mean
to send me a message,
And I'm glad you did.
Why can't you just be
honest with me?
I don't know what you're
talking about. Sally,
Is it Lisa? Has to be.
Sally.
Yes or no. Is it Lisa?
Sally.
No, it's not me, asshole.
So stop saying my
name. I'm out here in bum
fuck hell because of you.
Oh my God. I am so
stupid. I am so stupid.
It's not been easy
for me either.
No, that is not how
this conversation
starts. It starts with you
being honest with me.
Who were you fucking at
3:30 this morning, Kevin?
Lisa.
Baby?
I think you need to leave.
It's never going to be the
same, you know.
What am I supposed to do?
A relationship is not
meant to survive this.
How? How am I supposed
to move on?
You're looking at it.
Son of a bitch!
I asked you for one
fucking break.
This one's on you.
Cheers, asshole.
Hey. You okay, lady?
Hello? Anybody home?
I knew you didn't have
no husband. What else
Want some eggs?
We better get to it.
I'm sorry.
This was supposed to be
the beginning. Not the end.
Hello?
How's the writing going,
my dear?
Owen.
I mean, of course it's me.
Who the hell else
would you expect? Who
has the number to
I had no idea this landline
was even here. You
Yeah, as well. I mean, I've
tried the cell and
Yeah, I've been having
trouble with it.
Um, the writing's going
well, though.
I was having writer's
block the first day,
but here lately I'm just
cranking out the pages.
I'm about to start
the final chapter.
Oh, now when you say final...
I mean final chapter.
It's a trilogy.
No, but perhaps it's a
trilogy for now, but who
No, Owen.
It's a trilogy forever.
I'm done after this one.
I have to be.
Well, that's too bad.
So...
...the muse has been
speaking to you?
She has her ways.
Yes, they do have such a strange
way about them, don't they?
You know, when they come
to us for how long, what
it is that they inspire us
to create or destroy.
I think it must be very
spiritual, a supernatural
But I do believe in them.
Oh, I do.
Sometimes I think they're
like those fairies in
Yeah.
You know, Tinkerbell's life
begins to dim as she
approaches death, and
it's up to us, the audience,
You know, our belief in them
fuels their very existence.
I mean, I always thought
that was such a lovely
Yeah. It's beautiful.
Yeah, well, I don't want
to keep you just
You know, this book
is going to do extremely
There's a hunger for it.
You know, power to you.
Just keep on.
March forth and keep on
writing, Sally girl.
Thanks, Owen.
Good night.
What did you do?
Here. Better let me
take care of that.
How did you know
I lost my baby?
Did you know?
I wrote about death
having a child and then
It died inside of me.
I thought somehow
it was my fault.
Like I shouldn't be
writing about that sort
of thing and then I let that
thought take over.
And then things got
weird between
And everyone was
trying to get me
I just wanted to...
I just wanted to die.
I just wanted to die.
I couldn't make love to Kevin.
How could I?
And every time I sat
down to write
What if God took my baby?
For punishment for
making the world
I know it sounds stupid but
that's what I thought.
The world is such a
horrible place anymore.
Why would I add to it
with my writing?
And now I know Kevin's
cheating on me
think about it the more
I don't know if I
Maybe it would be easier
if we split up.
It's my fault.
Why should he suffer?
Who are you?
Why are you helping me?
Hey.
Hey. Now that you've slept
on it, how do you feel?
I think you already know.
Damn. I guess if you
can't even say it then,
I'm sorry. She needs me.
I'm sorry too.
If you ever get tired of
waiting for your wife
to return to the world
of the living, look me up.
Yep.
Bye, Kevin.
Please leave
your message for: 3--
Hello?
A word of caution, Sally.
What is it?
Muses are not
unselfish creatures.
You may not realize when you've
entered into an agreement with
not to honor that agreement,
then you will do so at
What does that mean, Owen?
Even Tinkerbell had a mean
streak. She was a very jealous
What are you talking about?
Just be careful what you
wish for, Sally.
Here, kitty!
Kitty!
Sally.
God damn it, Sally, stop.
Don't touch me.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
All right, I know you're angry
and you have every
right to be angry,
but I need you to listen.
Did you think?
Did you think I was just angry?
Did you think I was angry
when I had a miscarriage
after eight months and for
a whole year afterwards
All you ever wanted to
do was climb on top of me.
Sally, I lost a baby too.
Jesus Christ, you act like
I wasn't there.
She died, but we're still here.
Right, we're still here
and God forbid
that I just wanna make
love with my wife.
Oh, you fucked me, Kevin.
You fucked me real good.
You made me feel like
a powerless slab of meat.
You and Owen both.
You know that's not
what I meant.
I'll just be lying in bed
next to you.
Wishing to God that I had
died along with the baby.
Wishing I had the strength.
Wishing I had the
fucking willpower
to kill myself every single
goddamn day.
But by all means, Kevin,
climb on top of me and
We don't need to talk
about anything.
I tried talking to you.
I didn't know how.
Nobody teaches you how
to deal with this.
I didn't know.
Didn't know that's how you felt.
You didn't know.
You didn't know,
so you called up Lisa
and you sent me out here.
That's not what happened.
Is she another pile of
meat for you
to stab your dick into
or do you actually love her?
Jesus, Sally.
Anger doesn't even
begin to explain
the way that I feel, Kevin.
Sally, I'm sorry.
I love you and I just
wish this was different.
I wish you were dead.
Sally.
Bring him back.
Bring him back like
you did the cat.
And I'll give you
your fucking end.
Sally?...
...Sally, please let me in.
We're well past nine
lives now, aren't we, kitty?