(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.
Yes, Martha?
Is there anything else
you wish me to do,
madam?
No, thanks.
Then I'll just finish up
in the kitchen and go home.
Okay.
Enjoy your evening.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Is everything all right, madam?
Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.
Good evening, madam.
Goodbye, Martha.
(SIGHS)
(CREAKING)
Those darn fuses again.
Do I have to fix everything
around here myself?
(THUD)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)
Great.
What the heck!
First the fuses, now the plumbing?
This whole place is falling apart.
(GASPS)
(SCREAMING)
(HORN HONKING)
Ah.
Women. They're always late.
(TURN OFF ENGINE)
Hey!
Hey!
(CHUCKLING)
How you doin'?
I'm doing fine.
-How are you doin'?
All set for two weeks away from home?
From all the crap, the office gossip,
and no more boring computers.
Best of all, no more men
bossing us around.
No more men.
(LAUGHING)
Just the two of us
and my brand new car.
(LAUGHS)
Wow.
Did you rob a bank or something?
I just figured we might as well
travel in style.
Come on.
Let me put this in the back.
This is wow.
This is incredible.
Sandra who did you have to kill
to get this car?
How much did you pay for it?
That's the best part.
Nothing, absolutely nothing.
You're kidding.
You know the guy Carl--
we met at Mitsy's Bar last month?
Yeah.
-Turns out he has a huge crush on me.
So, I had to use all of my charm and
manage to persuade him
to let me kind of "test-drive"
one for a while.
You're not talking about Carl
the blonde geek with freckles, are you?
Yeah, yeah.
His cars are junk.
Cary drove one of his bargains
into a ditch
because the steering didn't work.
Sandra, we'll be lucky if we make it
to the end of the street
before the wheels fall off.
Don't be so negative.
Just park your cute little ass
in those leather seats.
And you'll be singing
an entirely different tune.
We're so dead.
Get in, crybaby.
SANDRA: Okay, let's go.
(LOUD ROCK SONG PLAYING)
Yeah!
This song kicks ass!
A Split-Second!
Whoo! Oh, yeah.
I know these lines.
These guys are
so cool, man. Whoo-hoo!
Come on, sing with me.
(SINGING ALONG)
Come on!
(CONTINUES SINGING ALONG)
(EXCLAIMS)
You're sick!
Ow!
You like that?
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah!
REBECCA: Whoo-hoo!
Oh, a gas station.
We better make a pit stop
'cause I need to use their bathroom.
Good. I need something to drink.
You sure you don't want anything?
No, thanks, I'm fine.
What a fucking dump.
(GRUNTING)
Can I help you, miss?
(GASPS)
You just scared the crap out of me.
Yeah, I want this Coke.
That will be one euro, please.
(GROWLING)
(BANGING)
Yeah, I know.
He's a good watchdog,
but sometimes he can be
a real pain in the ass.
(CHUCKLES)
Knock it off!
(BLOWS DOG WHISTLE)
(BANGING STOPS)
Sorry about that.
It's okay, ma'am.
Have a nice day.
Oh, miss, I think you lost something.
Oh!
Oh, thank you.
Shall I help you?
Sure.
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Thanks.
Let's go, girl.
What took you so long?
-Oh, nothing.
The woman at the counter had
some problem with her dog.
(CAR STARTS)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
You want some?
Thanks.
I'm gonna park somewhere.
I want to take something out.
(TURNS OFF ENGINE)
Could me get the map
from the glove compartment?
I would like to see where we are.
Is this your way of telling me
that we're lost?
No, don't worry.
Just give me the map.
Oh, no.
This is Carl's map, right?
(CHUCKLES) Funny.
This is what you get
for flirting with a geek.
Thanks.
Stop bitching.
We're on a holiday here.
(LAUGHS)
We're lost, right?
Let's go.
(ENGINE STALLING)
(ENGINE STALLING)
Uh-oh.
Great.
We're not only lost,
we're also stuck out here.
Thank you.
(ENGINE STALLING)
(ENGINE HISSING)
Oh, shit.
Shit!
Shit! Shit!
I'm sure it's nothing
that can't be fixed.
Yeah? But I'm sure it's nothing
that we can fix ourselves.
(SIGHS)
Why did I let you talk me
into this?
Rebecca, since the beginning
of this trip
you've been nothing but
bitch and whine.
Would you please give me a break now?
Stop being such
a fucking pain in the ass
and help me open this
goddamn hood!
Sandra, if you can
barely open the hood,
how the hell do you think
you can fix the engine?
We're two textile designers
for Christ's sake.
We've never even changed a tire before.
We're lost
with a busted engine
and a car that belongs
in the scrap yard.
We're in the middle
of nowhere,
God knows how far
from the nearest house,
so wake up and smell
the goddamn coffee, all right?
Okay, fuck everything then.
I'm sorry.
I know...
I know I come on strong sometimes.
I didn't mean it that way.
Yes, you did.
You know what's even worse?
You're right.
I feel like such an idiot.
Getting all hyped up
about this car.
It's a piece of shit on wheels.
You only did what you thought
was the best for the both of us.
(SIGHS)
There's something I've been
wanting to give you for a long time.
You know how much this necklace
has been a part of me, right?
Yeah.
And how much it means to me.
You know how...
how much you mean to me?
I want you to have it.
So whatever happens in the future
with our friendship,
you can always look at it
and think about the time we had.
Thanks.
I... I don't know
what to say.
(CHUCKLES)
Thank you.
Mmm, baby.
Shall I put it on?
Yeah.
Come on and let's see
if we can find a way
out of this mess.
Right?
Okay.
(LAUGHING) Come on.
Well, there.
That's the way
you open that shit.
Yeah.
Oh, God!
Oh! Shit!
Oh!
(LAUGHS)
So, now what?
Plenty of people to get it.
Ah-ha!
Yeah.
Oh, shit.
Wait. I have a different operator.
No connection.
Maybe I have a connection.
No, no, no, it's dead.
Totally.
The only solution is
for one of us
to go back to that gas station
to get help.
Oh, I think we should go together.
And leave the car with all of
our stuff out for grabs?
But Sandra, we haven't seen a
living soul since we got
stuck out here.
No. But the car
is my responsibility.
Responsible for what?
For this?
Don't start.
Yeah, I'm responsible.
(SIGHS)
You know what? You stay here,
keep an eye on the car,
while I go get help.
Come on,
work with me here.
Okay, I'll stay here
and watch the car.
That's my girl.
I'll be back
before you know it.
Be careful.
(EXHALES)
(TURNS ON RADIO)
(STATIC)
Is there anything that works
in this piece of junk?
(EXCLAIMS IN FRUSTRATION)
(EXHALES)
(HORN HONKING)
Hey, hey, hey!
Wait! Get back here!
Shit!
(HORN HONKING)
Hey! Hey! I need help!
Hi.
-Hi.
I'm sorry, miss, I was distracted.
I was having some trouble
with the radio and I didn't see you.
I didn't expect to see
anyone out here, really.
Nobody comes this way anymore.
No shit. So I've noticed.
But I was wondering where's Sandra?
I mean, our car broke down
and she went to your gas station
trying to get help.
I didn't see anyone on
my way down here.
Besides, I'm not coming
from the gas station.
I just got back from visiting
a sick friend
and was on my way to get
some groceries.
So, let's take a look at
that car of yours.
Thanks.
This is a fine piece of machinery.
The engine sure has
seen a lot of wear and tear.
Now...
Right.
Is it bad?
Not really.
See this rubber hose here?
It burst.
And I need to replace it.
I can fix it with
some duck tape for now.
But you might consider
coming back to the station.
So that I can replace
the whole thing.
It will probably double
the value of your car.
Yeah, I should
go back there anyway.
Sandra's probably there waiting
for you to get back.
Probably.
All set.
Just follow me.
Thanks.
(ENGINE STARTS)
No trace of your friend?
No.
And I didn't see her
along the road either.
Take a look inside.
Maybe Martha's seen her.
Yeah.
Oh, can you please fill her up?
You got it.
(CLANKING)
(GROWLING)
MARTHA: Oh, not again!
If you have to destroy
everything you touch...
Look at this damn mess
you've made again.
Shit! Not again.
And with a customer
in the store, too.
MARTHA: And who has to
clean up the mess as usual?
That's right.
I have to take you
to the asylum
so they can put you out
of your misery, you useless mutt!
(SIGHS)
What the hell
is going on there?
(DOOR OPENS)
MARTHA: Look at what
your stupid beast did.
It's always the same.
ROBERT:
He can't help it.
MARTHA: Can't you teach
him some discipline,
for Christ's sake.
Oh, come on, I told you
a million times.
What you call my beast
is my problem.
Yeah, right.
But when it comes to
cleaning up the mess,
who's problem is it then, huh?
Listen, Martha,
mind your own business.
Go back in the store,
do what you're paid to do.
Besides, you have
a customer waiting.
I'll take care of this.
Don't worry.
(DOOR OPENS)
How can I help you?
I'm looking for my friend.
Dark, pretty girl.
Our car broke down after we
left here this morning and...
Do you remember me?
I had a necklace that I dropped.
Sure, I remember you.
Yeah, and my girlfriend
went back here to try to
get someone to help us
and in the meantime,
your mechanic drove by.
He's not my mechanic.
He's my boss.
Oh, I'm sorry. You're...
You're boss drove by
and he offered me
to fix the problem
and I'm looking for my girlfriend,
so have you...
Have you seen her?
I'm afraid nobody
has been in this store
since you left this morning.
Is there any chance she might
have taken another road?
I don't think so, hon.
This is the only road connecting
the nearest villages
for more than 10 miles.
And this happens to be the
only gas station along that road.
There used to be much more
traffic around here.
But ever since the military
left their base,
life around here
came to a standstill.
Okay.
Well...
Maybe your friend went back
to the place where your car broke down.
Yeah, maybe.
How much do I owe you for...
for gas and repair?
Oh, can I have a lighter fluid?
Sure.
Thanks.
That's on the house.
All of it?
-Yes.
Oh, thanks.
Have a nice day.
Goodbye.
(DIALING)
SANDRA ON VOICEMAIL:
Hi, it's me.
I may be doing
the nasty right now,
so I can't come to the phone.
As for the rest,
you know the drill. Bye.
(BEEPS)
Hi, Sandra, it's me.
Where are you?
I'm at the car station
and the car is fixed.
I'm heading back to the spot where
the car broke down.
Please give me a call
as soon as you hear this.
I'm getting really worried.
Love you, baby.
Bye-bye.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CAR STARTS)
Sandra!
Sandra!
Sandra!
Shit!
Wait a minute.
This is the road
to the old military camp.
Sandra, where are you?
(STARTS ENGINE)
Where am I?
(STARTS ENGINE)
Great. I finally found the
middle of nowhere.
(ENGINE HISSING)
No. No, no, no,
don't do this to me please.
Shit!
What the fuck is this!
(EXCLAIMS IN FRUSTRATION)
This is road trip from hell
or what!
(ENGINE STALLING)
(THUD)
(GASPS)
(THUMPING)
(PANTING)
(THUD)
(WHIMPERING)
Start.
(ENGINE STALLING)
Start, for Christ's sake.
Start!
Start!
Start!
(ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE STOPS)
No! No!
No!
Leave me alone!
You motherfucker!
Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!
(HORN HONKING)
You motherfucking...
(THUMPING STOPS)
(CLATTERING)
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
(THUD)
(GASPS)
(THUD)
(HORN HONKING)
Help!
MARK: I can do that right now.
Stop it.
(LAUGHS)
Make me.
You're such a tease.
Yeah.
You big lug.
You keep this up and I'll do it,
you know.
Help! Please, stop.
Help!
Help, please stop.
What the hell is that?
Help! Please!
Go on, Mark, keep driving.
Do as I say, keep driving.
Melissa.
What are you doing?
Help!
Don't leave me up here.
Mark, for the last time,
keep driving.
But...
Step on the damn gas.
All right.
No! Please help me.
No! Come back.
Please! No! No!
No, come back.
Please don't leave me.
(SOBBING)
(DIALING)
(EXHALES)
(TAPPING)
(THUDDING)
(BANGING)
Leave me alone,
you son of a bitch!
Is this how you get your kicks?
By scaring helpless women, huh?
You get turned on by this?
Do you? Asshole!
Fucking piece of shit!
(THUDDING STOPS)
Oh, man, I'm losing it.
(LAUGHS)
I'm going totally ballistic.
I was so fucking burnt
picking away at the roof.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Nice going, Rebecca.
This place is really getting to you.
(LOUD THUD)
(GASPS)
(THUMPING)
No. No way.
What do you want?
What do you want from me, huh?
What?
(HORN HONKING)
Help!
Help! Someone help!
(SOBBING) Help!
(EXCLAIMS IN FEAR)
What do you want?
I haven't done anything!
What do you want?
No! Please!
(PANTING)
Stop!
(THUMPING STOPS)
(BANGING ON ROOF)
It's gone.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
(GASPS)
Oh, shit!
Sandra?
SANDRA ON PHONE: Becky!
Sandra!
(SIGNAL BREAKING)
Sandra, where are you?
SANDRA: Oh, no!
Help me!
Sandra! Sandra!
(CALL DISCONNECTS)
OPERATOR: The number
you've reached...
(EXCLAIMS)
This is not happening.
This is not happening.
Shit! No!
No.
(MUMBLING)
(PANTING)
No, no.
(SWISHING)
(GASPS)
What?
Oh...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
No.
No!
(SOBBING)
Sandra! No.
Sandra. No!
No! Sandra!
Sandra! No!
(GROANING)
(GRUNTING)
(THUD)
(GROWLING)
(GASPS)
(GROWLING)
(HORN HONKING)
Get the hell away from me,
you fucking creep.
(HONKING CONTINUOUSLY)
(GROANING)
Help!
Help, somebody! Help!
(LIGHT THUDDING)
(ENGINE STALLING)
(GROWLING)
Shit! No.
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)
(GROWLING)
(SNARLING)
It's barbeque time,
you fuck!
(EXPLOSION)
(PANTING)
(RETCHING)
(ENGINE STALLING)
(SOBBING) Come on.
Help me.
What the fuck!
Where the hell...
Where the hell is he?
(THUD)
(MELISSA WHIMPERING)
(MELISSA SOBBING)
God.
(SOBBING)
(WHIMPERING)
(SHUSHING)
(MUFFLED) Help me.
I'll try to find something.
(SHUSHING) Be quiet.
(SOBBING) No, no, no.
(SHUSHING)
No.
(DOOR OPENS)
(GASPS)
(SHUSHING)
I think someone's coming.
I'm coming back.
(MUFFLED) No, no.
-I have to go.
No, no, no, no.
No.
(GROWLING)
(CLANKING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(REBECCA GASPING)
Please.
(WHIMPERING)
No, no.
No, don't kill me.
Please, don't.
Don't kill me.
Please.
Please.
No, don't. No.
Don't kill me.
Please.
(DOG WHISTLE BLOWING)
(REBECCA GASPS)
(THUD)
(WHIMPERING)
(GROWLS)
(SCREAMS)
(SOBBING)
Leave me alone!
(REBECCA PANTING)
(SOBBING) No.
Come on.
(SCREAMING) No.
No!
Leave her alone, you monster!
Leave her alone,
you fucking freak!
ROBERT: Don't talk
to him like that.
You...
ROBERT: Go on, boy.
Go on with your game.
I suppose you've
already met my son.
You...
Boy...
That's a good boy.
Good boy.
Good boy.
I knew the moment
I laid eyes on you.
You'd make an excellent toy.
You put up quite a fight,
don't you?
You see, Junior has quite a
limited range of hobbies.
His sickle is the only thing
he's ever really enjoyed.
When his mother, my wife,
was pregnant with him,
she took the wrong medication.
So he was deformed.
And on top of that,
when he was born,
the umbilical cord got caught
around his neck,
cutting off the oxygen
to the brain for several minutes.
The doctors were amazed
he survived.
(MELISSA SCREAMING)
But it was
too late anyway.
Massive brain damage.
He'd go through life as
a complete retard.
(SOBBING) No.
Shut your trap!
No!
-Shut up.
No! No! No!
Shut the fuck up!
(SOBBING)
Go on, boy, shut her up.
Oh, yeah, we tried everything to
make fit in, you know.
First 13 years of his life
he stayed in special schools,
institutions.
You name it.
And then
on his 14th birthday,
for no reason whatsoever,
he decapitated a girl
with a bread knife.
After that, they locked him up
in an institution
for the criminally insane.
My poor wife couldn't stop
blaming herself for what happened.
And a few days later,
she killed herself.
He's strangling her.
Make him stop it.
He never strangled
a girl before.
It's not his thing.
But if you insist
I'll tell him to stop.
Well, do you want him
to stop?
Yeah.
That's what I figured.
No! You leave her alone!
No!
Go on, boy.
-REBECCA: No!
Finish her off.
(SICKLE SWISHES)
REBECCA: No! No!
No! No! No!
No, stop it!
For Christ's sakes, no!
(YELLING) No! No!
No!
Please, no!
(GURGLING)
No! No!
No! Stop it!
Please! No!
No!
No!
For Christ's sake!
No! No!
(CHOPPING)
No! No! No!
That's my boy.
(GRUNTING)
So, after my wife's death,
I decided to take my son
out of that institution.
I bribed a few of the staff members
to help him escape.
And we ended up here--where
I started the gas station.
At the same time,
the military were
leaving their base here.
So this place became an island
in the middle of nowhere.
A gas station to
help lost travelers.
But in fact,
it was the perfect trap.
A trap to help me get my boy
the toys he needed to play with.
Toys, like the two of you.
Play things.
To shed a sparkle of light on his
miserable existence.
After all, a parent should always do
whatever he can
to make his child happy.
Don't you agree?
Don't you agree?
(GRUNTING)
You're such a good boy.
You're such a good boy.
Aren't you?
On the other hand,
maybe we're better off
without children.
Children aren't always the blessing
they're supposed to be.
They may be even more
of a curse.
Tell me if I'm wrong.
What are you?
You're crazy.
What...
Stop that. Don't open
your fuckin' mouth.
Or I'll tell him to
come and play with you now.
That's better.
Much better.
(BLOWING DOG WHISTLE)
There you are.
Whoa...
Settle down, boy.
Settle down.
You know, tomorrow is
my son's birthday.
And you'll make a perfect
birthday present.
(GROWLING)
Whoa, settle down, boy.
Hey...
That's a good boy.
Come on, come on, come on.
Now, come along, boy.
Come along.
There, that's right.
Don't forget tomorrow is a
very special day for you.
You do remember what tomorrow is,
don't you?
It's your birthday tomorrow.
Don't tell me you forgot.
'Cause this time I've arranged
something really special for you.
It will be the best party
of your life.
You'll see.
Far better than anything
you've had so far.
You don't understand
anything, do you?
You can't appreciate a
single goddamn thing I do for you.
Do you have
the slightest idea
of what I'm
going through for you?
The risks I'm taking?
And what do I get
in return?
Jackshit.
'Cause you're too retarded to
notice if I'm dead or alive.
What have I done to deserve you?
What?
Will somebody tell me.
What the fuck have I done
to deserve this?
Why me, God?
Why me?
(YELLING) Why?
(DOOR CLOSES)
(TURNS OFF ENGINE)
Stay here.
Be a good boy.
Is he in the van?
Robert, is he in the van?
Is he?
Look at me, God damn it.
Is he in the van?
Yeah, he is.
So what?
So what?
You saw what he did to that
poor girl this morning.
Each time you bring him along,
we get in trouble.
Why didn't you lock him up in
one of the cages down there?
It's his birthday tomorrow.
So, give him a break,
will ya? Huh?
And give me a break.
He doesn't even understand
the meaning of the word "birthday."
That... That thing
is not a human being.
Hell, even you have been treating him
like a dog for years.
But face it,
the real truth is,
he's less than an animal and
much more dangerous.
A menace to everyone
who comes near him.
How many more people
will have to die
before you see
what kind of evil he is.
Don't you think the remorse saved for
14 years comes a little late?
Too late for you
to back out now anyway.
(GROANS)
Keep that in mind.
You hear me, bitch?
You hear me?
Do you hear me?
Belinda?
Belinda, is that you?
My God, it really is you.
Why did you leave me?
Oh! No!
(SCREAMING) No!
(GROANING)
Oh, my God.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Did you get
a good night's sleep?
Didn't think so.
After all, this isn't exactly the
honeymoon suite at the Hilton now, is it?
What's this all about? Huh?
Like I told you yesterday.
Today is my son's birthday.
And you are
his birthday present.
(BLOWING DOG WHISTLE)
There you are, boy.
And a very happy birthday
to you.
(GROWLING)
Don't you recognize her?
I told you this birthday
would be better than
all of the rest.
An unexpected visitor came
to celebrate with us.
The one who made you
what you are.
The one responsible for destroying
both of our lives.
Don't you recognize her?
Come on.
Take a good look.
Don't you recognize her?
You really don't
recognize her, do you?
Come on, boy.
You should be able to recognize
your own birthday present.
After all I did to get her here.
You should be able to recognize
your own mother, boy.
She's all yours.
Make her pay for
what she did to you.
To us.
Make her pay.
That's right. Make her pay.
(GROWLING)
(SHUDDERING)
No, no, no.
No. Don't listen to him.
I've always loved you.
I'm your mother.
(STUTTERING)
Mothers always love
their children.
Save your breath, honey,
it will be your last.
No. I didn't mean for
any of this to happen.
I never meant you
any harm.
I'm your mother.
You have to believe me,
I'm your mother.
I'm your mother, yes.
I'm your...
I'm your mother.
You're my little boy.
You're my little boy.
Don't listen to her.
She's just trying to hurt you again.
She'll let you down like
she did before.
Take your present, son.
Take it.
I order you to
accept my present, boy.
No, I missed you.
I haven't been able to hug
my sweet little son.
Shut up!
For 14 years I haven't been able
to hug you, so if you...
Stop that,
you fucking bitch.
Untie me.
Hey, you, boy!
For all the things I've done for you,
you ungrateful piece of shit!
I went through all this trouble
to give you the best birthday
of your life.
And now
you turning against me?
You buy into this
lot of bullshit from her?
The woman who ruined both
of our lives?
No. I know
I've been far away.
But... But I've had you
in my mind.
I mean, really...
Shut up!
If you untie me I'm gonna give you
a big hug.
Stop it!
Your mommy wants to love you.
-Hey, you...
You have to listen
to your father.
Your mommy wants to
give you a hug.
I'm the only one who's ever
looked after you.
If you untie me, baby...
Untie me, sweetie.
Who the hell do you think brought you
all those toys to play with?
Baby, you've missed your
mother's love, haven't you?
Baby...
Stop that!
Come on, baby.
Come on...
She never cared for you.
She was never there.
But I was there day and night.
Your my son. You're so...
Stop that, you fucking bitch!
(GROANS)
Stop that.
Quiet, bitch.
Do you have any idea what
I had to go through to please you, boy?
There's been 30, 40 years
she's been away.
And suddenly she turns up
and says she cares?
And you actually listen
to that bitch.
Do you really believe
she can change everything?
Just like that?
Besides, we don't
want anything to change.
So we? Do we, boy?
Do we, boy?
(GROWLS)
That's right, boy.
We don't want anything to change.
Don't...
Don't...
Go on, boy.
Please, no.
It's payback time.
MARTHA: Enough!
This has been going on long enough.
It has to end now.
You! Don't listen to her.
Get on with your work.
No, you don't.
Leave her alone.
I was the only one who ever
took care of him.
You never did anything
for your son.
You're full of shit.
All I did was try to make his life
more bearable.
You are pathetic.
This is the only pleasure
he knows.
So, I did whatever was necessary to
ease his pain.
It wasn't for me.
It was never for me.
All I did was get him his toys.
Yes, you supplied him
with his toys.
And he slaughtered
all of them.
But he didn't know
what he was doing.
He has no sense of right or wrong.
But you, you could have
put a stop to all of this.
You knew perfectly well
what you were doing,
which makes you even more of a monster
than he is.
You lying bitch!
I never killed anyone.
How dare you accuse me.
(MARTHA GROANING)
How dare, you bitch!
(GROWLING)
You fucking slut!
(GRUNTING)
How dare you!
(YELLING)
You slut!
(COUGHING)
Kill her.
Go on, boy,
kill her.
Kill her!
The birthday party has
just been postponed.
But don't worry,
you're next.
(EXCLAIMING)
(GROANING)
There's my boy.
(GRUNTING)
You did good, boy.
So let's get on
with your birthday party.
What do you say?
She's all yours, boy.
And this time there's nobody around
to interrupt us.
It's your party.
No! Please don't!
Don't! Don't!
I'm your mother.
I love you.
I'm here, boy.
Shut up.
No! (SCREAMS)
Do as Daddy says.
Here's my present.
Fucking bitch!
Cutting your throat
would've been a pleasure
compared to what we have
in store for you now.
Go on, boy,
slash her to ribbons.
Make it slow and painful.
(GROANING)
(PANTING)
Shit!
Fucking key!
Help me.
Help me.
(JUNIOR WHIMPERING)
(GROANING)
You should have died
at birth.
My whole life would
have been so different.
So much better.
A lot better.
If you had died,
do you have any idea how many lives
would have been saved?
(GROANING)
I don't think so.
You're too stupid.
You're nothing
but a stupid mutt.
For the last time,
go play with your toy.
Finish her.
Go and get her.
Kill her.
Kill her.
Do at least one thing right
in your life.
Go and kill her.
(WHIMPERING)
Kill her.
Kill her.
(WHINING LOUDLY)
(GASPS)
(PANTING)
Shit.
Where's the fucking key?
Bingo.
(METALLIC CLANK)
(GASPS)
(GROWLS)
My little baby.
Mommy is here now.
Yes. Come.
Come, let Mommy love you.
Don't be afraid.
Mommy is here to protect you.
Baby... Baby...
Yes, come.
Come to Mommy.
Baby...
Come...
I'm waiting for you.
Your Mommy's here.
Yes, she's waiting for you.
Come to Mommy.
Let Mommy take care of you.
Yes. You're not going
to be alone.
Mommy's here.
Yes, come to Mommy.
Yes, come to Mommy.
Yes.
Everything will be all right.
I know your father
didn't treat you right.
He didn't give you any love.
But, now, Mommy's here.
To give you love.
Would you like that? Huh?
Let your Mommy
take care of you.
Yes, I'm your mommy.
And I will
take care of you.
Yes, I'll take care
of you.
Yes, Mommy's here now.
Yes, Mommy's here now.
I've been waiting for this
for such a long time.
Much, much too long.
(WHIMPERING)
Let me hold you.
Let me hold
my sweet little baby.
(CLANKS)
Everything's going to
be all right.
From now on, everything's going
to be all right.
Yes.
Mommy's here.
Mommy's here to protect you.
My little baby.
(WHIMPERING)
Don't cry.
Don't cry.
It's over.
Don't cry.
Mommy's baby.
Yes.
Mommy loves you, baby.
It's over.
It's all over.
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTS)
Yeah, come to Mommy.
I'm fucking ready for you.
(GROANING)
Burn, you bastard!
Burn, you fucking bastard!
This is for Sandra,
you son-of-a-bitch.
(SICKLE SWISHES)
(METALLIC CLANKING)
Who's there?
(GASPS)
Play time is over.
(THUD)
Um, how much do we owe you
for the gas and two Cokes?
That will be 49 euro,
please.
Keep the change.
Thanks a lot.
Have a safe trip.
And don't forget, at the army base,
make a right.
Okay. I will.
Bye.
Bye-bye.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
Shit!
(ENGINE STOPS)
What did you do?
I didn't do anything.
Engine trouble!
(ROCK SONG PLAYING)