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(AIR WHOOSHES)
(EXPLOSION BOOMS)
(GUN FIRES)
(AIR WHOOSHES)
(WAVES CRASHING)
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
(BIRD CAWS)
(KID BABBLING)
(MAN LAUGHS)
(CAMERA CLICKS)
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
(TRAFFIC RUMBLING)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
I'm so pumped!
(BOTH CHEERING)
Good for you!
- Go!
- Hey mate.
(CAR HONKS)
Hey mate.
Hey, who you going for?
Oi, who you going for in the Derby?
- Free-O!
- Free-O, Eagles!
Oi, I'm talking to you.
Who you going for in the derby, mate?
Oi, who's this guy?
Hey mate.
Hey you fucking fag! (WHOOPS)
(ENGINE ROARS)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(CAR HONKS)
(TURN SIGNAL CLICKING)
(MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC)
(CORK POPS)
(WINE SPLASHES)
(WOOD KNOCKS)
(LOCKS CLACK)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(LOCK CLACKS)
(HAUNTING SYNTH MUSIC)
(DOOR RATTLING)
(DOORS CREAKING)
- (SAMANTHA SCREAMS)
- Fuck!
(PANTS) What are you doing in there?
- I'm sorry.
- How did you get in here?
SAMANTHA: I'm sorry,
I had nowhere else to go.
Do you want money or something?
- 'Cause I haven't gotten...
- I'm not a fucking thief, OK?
You just broke into my house!
- What do you want?
- Nothing.
I'd like you to get out of
my closet, (PANTS) slowly.
(BOTH PANTING)
(HAUNTING SYNTH MUSIC)
What are you doin' in here?
Who are you?
Nobody.
RICHARD: What's your name?
Sam, Samantha.
Look, I just, I just
need a place to hide, OK?
This is my house.
You think you're gonna stay?
Then I'm gonna call the police.
No, don't!
Look, I fucking need
your help, man, please!
If you tell me what the problem is,
then maybe I could help.
I can't.
Please just, just let me stay for a while,
please, and then I'll go.
I promise.
You're bleeding.
Fuck.
Come on.
(DOOR CREAKS)
Maybe try knocking next time.
See ya.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(DOOR CLANGING)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
It's a nice house you have, eh?
Yeah, thanks.
Is it yours?
Yeah, it is now, used to be my mom...
I used to live, um, can
you just not smoke in here?
Are they the reason you were running?
(SCOFFS) Yeah, I was just
in a park down the road
and they just fucking
started chasing me, hey.
(HAUNTING SYNTH MUSIC)
Don't you think that's a bit strange
that they're just gonna
chase you for no reason?
I mean, you didn't encourage them?
No, what the fuck are you saying?
I didn't say I'm right.
I just meant it seems
a little strange, OK?
We can call the police.
No, don't call the fucking police, OK?
Right, in which case,
I'm a bit stumped then
because I don't know what to do.
Can't we do nothing?
(DOOR BANGS)
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
Hey, Charles is the name.
My friends call me Chaz.
How can I help ya?
That depends, really.
See, now just hear me out
before you call me crazy.
I live about two suburbs
away and I've been noticing
some pretty strange
behavior from my neighbor.
You know the sort.
I'm talking about a
real meth chef. (LAUGHS)
Now, he's got a shed out the back.
He's in it all night long.
People are coming in and out all day.
It's pretty fucking strange, huh?
I mean, these aren't the sorts you want
hanging around your home,
you know what I mean?
Lovely place like this.
I'm not sure what you want.
Well, this guy and his
girlfriend, they run a primo lab,
sweet, primo, and no
one's gonna know about it
until it fucking blows up
and some poor fucking kid's
gonna be pulling shards from
his face for six months.
Fucking, that's fucked up.
I'm still not sure
what you're getting at.
I just want to have a little chat
with your visitor in there.
Is she in there? (SNIFFS)
She in there?
I just want to escort
her down to the station
for questioning or something,
you know, just routine.
That's ridiculous, no.
Is it?
Look, buddy.
If I'm wrong, then I pissed
off my dirtbag neighbor.
Fuck him.
If I'm right, if I'm right,
then you and me just saved the day.
You know what I'm saying?
(HAUNTING SYNTH MUSIC)
What do you reckon?
Tell you what.
I'll come in there and get her.
You don't need to say a word, mate.
(DOOR RATTLING)
Can you just go back in the living room?
(DOOR BANGS)
Go!
I think it's time you left.
This has nothing to do with you, mate.
RICHARD: Yeah, please go.
It's fucking bullshit, man.
The prick won't give her up.
I was this fucking close!
Had him on the ropes.
So what's the deal, T?
Do we take off or what?
(DOOR SLAMS)
What the fuck do you think?
We're waitin' for Eddie.
CHAZ: Yeah, but where is Eddie, huh?
He said to meet him at the park.
Yeah, well, I don't
know if you noticed, man,
but this ain't the fucking park.
(DOOR SLAMS)
You want to be the one to tell him
we had her and let her go?
Look, let's just go.
We're not going anywhere.
We're staying here, all right?
So let's chill the fuck out,
have a beer, and listen to the game.
I don't know, man.
This guy seems like a bit of a hard cunt.
We'll see how fucking hard he is.
Early days yet, Chaz,
and the bitch has to come out sometime.
You just need to let me stay here
for a while and then I'll go, OK?
I'm calling the police.
SAMANTHA: No, please don't!
Why?
You just can't, OK?
You can't.
Is that in case I find your drug lab?
I don't have a fucking drug lab!
Does it look like I'm in the money?
I'm not a bad person, OK?
I'm not.
I'd be more inclined to believe you
if you used the police to
help you with your problems,
instead of just climbing
into people's closets.
You can't stay here.
I don't want any part of it.
I'm sorry.
(LOCK CLICKS)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(KEYS JINGLING)
What's wrong?
I don't know.
(CHAZ LAUGHING)
(CHAZ COUGHS)
Wouldn't know about those, would you?
Well, I don't know.
I'd say without those, your
car is pretty fucked up.
It's not funny anymore, OK?
You've broken the law.
I'm calling the police.
What are you gonna tell them?
That we pulled some wires out of your car?
RICHARD: Why are you doing this?
(DOOR SLAMS)
(DOOR CLANGS)
Don't make me call the police.
Look, we just want to talk to the girl.
Well, why does it matter to you, huh?
We're doing a fucking
community service here, mate,
so just cut the bullshit, bring her out,
and maybe we can all get
back to enjoying the game.
You fucking look at me
when I'm talking to you!
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
Ooh, look of a hard man.
You can do what you like, mate.
I couldn't give less of a shit
'cause only one thing is certain.
I'm gonna talk to that
fucking slut tonight,
whether you like it or not.
(LOCKS CLACKING)
What the hell have
you got me involved in?
- What?
- I'm calling the police
unless you tell me what is going on, now!
I've already told ya, I can't!
Fuck, fuck! (SOBS)
RICHARD: Look, I need
to know what is going on.
I can't!
You can trust me.
(HAUNTING SYNTH MUSIC)
I was in the park down the road.
And they raped me.
Oh, Jesus.
(SAMANTHA SOB)
(COMMENTATOR SHOUTING)
Can you hear that, oh, what's that?
What's that?
Oh, that's right.
Get that up here, you prick.
That's my team in there.
Yeah, and if you'd called earlier,
Chaz, we'd be at the fucking game.
Fuck that, man.
This fucking game was sold out in minutes.
All those member cunts
got in there before me.
Always the same, mate.
You're a walking clusterfuck.
Get fucked.
(BALL THWACKS)
You want to fucking say it again
now that I can hear you, mate?
Come on, come on.
Look, let's just get
out of here, all right?
COMMENTATOR: 34 points but down 16.
We're late in the second quarter.
We stay here until I say.
Man, who cares about her, all right?
Let's just go.
Getting cold feet,
you little faggot, huh?
No, I just think it's
pointless hanging out
in front of some dick's house,
listening to the football,
when we could be watching it on the TV.
We've got unfinished business
with that bitch, and you know it, Rob.
So we don't go until Eddie's satisfied.
You got it?
Where the fuck is Eddie?
(PUNCH THUDS)
(ROB GROANS)
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
He'll be here soon, so
buck the fuck up, sunshine.
It's gonna be a long night.
Look, those men are criminals.
They need to be in prison,
otherwise they're just gonna
do it to somebody else.
I don't want to press charges.
I can't, I...
Well, what do you wanna do?
SAMANTHA: I just want to
get the fuck out of this house.
We don't have a car.
What?
Fucking, can't we slip by them?
Fuck, have you got another way out?
Yeah, we might make it,
but our legs wouldn't.
OK, I might have a plan.
They're loitering, right?
They're causing a disturbance.
I got a family friend.
He used to be a cop.
I'm sure he can get rid
of them unofficially.
- (PHONE BEEPING)
- Go!
Go, you mongrels, go, go!
Oh, fuck, unbelievable!
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes, that's the way, boys! (LAUGHS)
Oh, hello!
Yes.
I suppose I could.
What's wrong?
Sorry, you're cutting out.
Hello?
Hello?
NED'S WIFE: Who was that?
It was Bill's son, Richie.
NED'S WIFE: Who?
Richie, Bill's son.
NED'S WIFE: Bill,
he's been dead for years.
I know!
It's his son, Richie!
God, deaf as a post.
NED'S WIFE: I heard that!
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(COMMENTATOR CHATTERING)
Twat.
(KEYS JINGLE)
(TORYN SPITS)
Hey!
You boys all right?
Reckon you could pass us the ball?
(BALL THWACKS)
Nice kick.
(LAUGHS) You should see me
in front of the big sticks.
(TORYN CHUCKLES)
(LOCKS CLACKING)
Richie, what's going on?
So you've seen them
tampering with your car?
That's something.
Well, no, I didn't see them,
but it's obvious it was them.
They didn't deny it.
NED: Oh, good enough for me, but...
Oh, shit!
Ned, if you weren't gonna
help, why did you turn up?
Hey, just calm down, all right?
I want to help, but standing in the road
being pricks is not illegal yet.
Richie.
It's Richard.
Richard.
You gotta admit it's pretty strange.
You got a junkie sitting on your couch,
reading coffee table books.
I'm not fucking stupid.
Cut the shit, then I can sort this out.
It was nice to meet you.
You too.
All right, so that's it, then?
The police aren't gonna
do anything about the fact
we've been threatened and
bullied and intimidated?
As far as I can see, no
crime has been committed here.
I'm going back to watch
the game with my deaf wife.
You can't just leave.
NED: Watch me.
OK.
NED: Are you serious?
Yeah.
They raped here and they're just
hanging around out the front?
Yeah, well, why do
you think I called you?
Now we've got something.
I'll call it in.
RICHARD: That might be a problem.
What the fuck are you talking about?
She doesn't want to press charges.
You gotta be kidding me.
Well, what do you want me to do?
I don't know.
You were the cop.
Couldn't you just get rid of them?
I suppose I could put
the frighteners on 'em.
I know.
Jesus, put that away!
Thanks.
Just put it down.
Don't be such a girl.
Whatever you want to do is fine, OK?
But can you just put it away
before you shoot someone?
(GUN CLICKS)
Feel better?
The apple fell far from the tree.
(DRAMATIC SYNTH AND PIANO MUSIC)
Your old man could shoot
the whiskers off a kitten.
Then I'm not my old man.
No, you're not.
Shame he's no longer with us.
We'd be at the game right now.
Better keep an eye on
your little friend there.
She's climbing the walls.
Hey, you hear what I'm saying?
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
So what's going on?
Ned's gonna help us, unofficially.
You got nothing to worry about.
I'll get rid of those jokers,
then I'll get you home.
Thanks.
Me and Richie's dad go way back.
Yeah, he was the toughest
piny bastard I ever met.
You were friends, eh?
The best.
Right, (CLAPS) let's get
this show on the road.
NED: What's the score?
- Whistlers up.
- Oh, bugger!
Glad I missed out on tickets.
Your mate all right?
Yeah, he's fine.
He was cheeky to the wrong people.
Oh, this used to be
such a nice neighborhood.
Yeah, I blame the railways.
Yeah, they bring in all
sorts of riffraff, don't they?
You boys up for a kick?
(LAUGHS) Settle down, old man.
You already kicked the ball once tonight.
We don't want you to
put your knee out, mate.
I reckon, you go down
to the end of the street.
You go right down to the end of the street
and I can land the ball right
on your chest, guaranteed.
All right, why don't you get
your friend out here
to have a kick with us?
Nah, he can't kick for shit.
I tried it once.
He's a self-important
ass-end like you are.
Fighting for a badge.
All right, Rob, off you go.
Let's see the old man sharpshoot.
NED: Oh, hey, hey, hang on, hang on.
Why not yourself?
More of a rugby man, mate.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hoo, I wouldn't
say that in bloody company, mate,
and I wouldn't advertise it either.
Go on.
I guarantee you won't
have to move a muscle.
Ah, a bit further, don't be a pussycat.
Keep going.
Keep going.
Keep going.
What's the matter with ya?
(BALL THWACKS)
Ah, bugger.
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
Nice kick, moron.
How are we gonna find the ball?
Well, I guess you're
right about my kicking, hm.
Need a hand?
To find it?
No, how about you go get it
'cause you fucking kicked it?
Well, you see, now I've got a problem.
TORYN: What's that?
I need you guys to move on.
Crawl back under the rock you came from.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Why don't you just save us all
the time and embarrassment?
Hop in your car and be on your way.
Did you hear me, hm?
You think this is funny?
You don't think I've seen this before?
You're just a bunch of pricks.
Fuck off.
Look, mate, I don't know
what it is you think you know,
but it looks to me like
you got your wires crossed.
Those wires?
Now listen.
You can hop in your piece
of shit car and fuck off,
or I can call this in and you can
spend the night in the slammer.
The choice is yours.
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(NED GROANS)
(SAMANTHA MOANS)
What the fuck are you doing?
He was going for his fucking gun.
No, he wasn't, he was going
for his rider to scare us.
That's bullshit, man!
It's right there!
The fucking phone's dead!
They've cut the fucking line!
What?
(NED GROANS)
(NED GASPING)
CHAZ: Fuck!
(TRUCK BANGS)
Fuck!
Oh shit.
(NED GASPING)
CHAZ: Fuck!
T.
T.
(NED GASPING)
Toryn!
(NED GROANING)
(HAMMER SQUELCHING)
(EERIE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(SAMANTHA YELPS)
Hide the pig.
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
You in there, hard man?
(HAMMER THUDS)
Knock knock.
How 'bout my girl?
You looking after her for me?
I bet you are.
You did this.
Your pig friend is turning cold
right now 'cause you fucked up.
If you hadn't called him, he'd be home
watching the game with his wife.
Now, I'm gonna be just a moment.
I'm gonna be right back with you.
I promise, and...
(RADIO CRACKLES)
I've got the pig's radio, so
if you call any more cops,
well, that would be a real fucking shame.
What are they waiting for?
Why are they just sitting there?
They're waiting for Eddie.
Who the fuck is Eddie?
Jesus Christ, do you fucking know them?
Fuck, look, come here.
(SAMANTHA GROANING)
Look at that, look.
Look, you see that?
Look!
Ned's fucking dead!
They just murdered him.
You see?
Understand that?
You're a fucking liar!
- I'm not!
- Did they even rape you?
SAMANTHA: Yes!
- Yeah, bullshit!
- They did!
They did!
A year ago.
Sure.
They raped me.
(HAUNTING SYNTH MUSIC)
I did what you were supposed to.
I went to the police and
you know what they did?
They put one of them away for five months
and three fucking days!
(SAMANTHA SOBS)
Why are they here now?
They think I fucked
up their lives! (CRIES)
I'm the one, I'm the one who had
to sit there with them all looking at me!
They all looked at me with the same looks
on their faces that you had!
You've had that look on your fucking face
when I came to you for help.
And now...
And now, Ned, Ned's dead,
and it's all my fault.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- Just calm down, all right?
SAMANTHA: I'm so sorry.
Just, we're gonna do something.
It's just that they're
gonna know if the cops come.
SAMANTHA: I'm sorry.
CHAZ: I can see 'em, man.
They're right there.
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
Not without Eddie.
What's the difference, man?
We just killed a fucking cop!
Wait for my brother.
Remember my brother, Chaz?
The man who took all the
fucking heat for us, mate?
Something like...
If people could come,
yeah, if people could come
to the house, then they couldn't get in.
What about your neighbors?
Shit, anyone?
The street's, it's too fucking dead.
There's no...
What?
Richie what, fucking what?
We can't just fucking sit here
and wait for them to get in!
I've got an idea, all right, OK, just...
I don't know how much time
time we've got, all right,
but we're gonna need some stuff.
(DRAMATIC STRING AND PERCUSSION MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC SYNTH AND STRING MUSIC)
(SLATE RATTLING)
(SLATE CRASHES)
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(RADIO HISSING)
COMMENTATOR: Maybe not here.
CHAZ: It's fucking bullshit, man.
Fucking bullshit.
TORYN: Oi.
Ah, they're not coming anywhere.
Fuck 'em.
No one gives a shit.
Look at this place.
Hey, I couldn't find anything to add
to your collection, but I
reckon the radio should do it.
OK.
OK.
Oh, fuck, what's wrong?
Who knows what's gonna
happen when we do this?
I don't even know if it's gonna work.
Fuck 'em.
(INTENSE SCREAMO MUSIC)
(SINGER SCREAMS)
Revolt, revolt
(SINGER SCREAMING)
(SINGER SCREAMING)
(SWITCH CLANKS)
COMMENTATOR: Now they've
taken a backwards step!
Standing toe-to-toe in front of a famed...
Australia's gone for
goal, long way to go yet.
(BOTH PANTING)
(BOX BANGS)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
Is that it?
Fucking light show put to music.
You spineless twat.
Or maybe you're trying to
show me how tough you are.
'Cause I told you not to fuck around!
And you didn't listen.
You're a tough man.
Well, show me that.
Fucking come out and show me!
I thought so.
Now that we know you've got no balls,
I'm gonna give you five seconds
to open the door before I kick it in.
And if you open it now, maybe I won't
cut your fucking fingers
off before I kill ya.
One.
(SUSPENSEFUL SYNTH MUSIC)
Two.
Three!
(CHAZ WHISTLES)
(DOOR BANGS)
(SAMANTHA WHIMPERING)
(DOOR BANGS)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
What the fuck are you...
Don't.
(LOCK CLACKS)
Hey, Mike from next door.
Oh.
Sorry, guys, I'm probably just gonna go.
Nice light show you got.
Oh, um, sorry about that.
MIKE: It's all right.
Usually me making all
the fuss around here.
RICHARD: You weren't at the football?
I hate football.
What's the deal with you anyway?
You all right?
Not really, no.
That's weird.
Why?
I don't want to sound crazy,
but this has kind of been the...
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
What's wrong with you?
Um, nothing, um, we're
actually, yeah, we are fine.
Thanks.
You sure?
Yeah, you should just probably go home.
We just, um, we got carried
away with the stereo,
and we're just sorry about the noise.
We'll try and keep it down.
See ya.
(DOOR SLAMS)
(LOCKS CLACK)
(DOOR BANGS)
Good boy.
(DRAMATIC SYNTH MUSIC)
Actually, I'm kind of disappointed.
I wanted you to make me hammer
his fucking head in, too.
You got five minutes, cunt.
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
COMMENTATOR: Oh, he's
missed a lot of freebies.
I know you wanna wait for Eddie.
We can't wait anymore, mate.
Every second we give them,
they're gonna try some other shit.
Before you know it, we'll be
in a fucking cell with
our backs to the wall.
COMMENTATOR: Forward to Ian Will,
got it to Josh Gard, now McManus,
who's been tremendous
in the main time today.
You know what needs to happen.
No.
This needs to stop.
I can't let them get in here
because they'll kill you,
then they'll kill me.
What are we gonna do?
(CLOCK TICKING)
COMMENTATOR: Forward
with space, now Sheffield,
and he goes to center-half,
oh, and he saw Sullivan.
Ooh, they're five-wide.
(INTENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(WINDOW SMASHES)
(SAMANTHA WHIMPERS)
(GLASS CLINKING)
Get out of my house!
I said stop!
(KICK THUDS)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(INTENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(GLASS SMASHES)
(GLASS CLINKING)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(SHRIEKS) Fuck, fuck! (SCREAMS)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Hey there.
You've been a naughty junkie, haven't ya?
Bet you're just aching for a hit.
(SAMANTHA WHIMPERS)
Now, you and that limey prick,
you pissed us off
something fucking chronic.
That's all right.
Fuck that shit, all right?
It's all right 'cause we've
got a good thing going on,
and I don't want to ruin that so...
(SAMANTHA WHIMPERING)
All's fair in love and war.
I am kind of glad that it's just
you and me, though, because, uh...
I've been wondering what your cunt
looks like from the inside.
(SUSPENSEFUL STRING MUSIC)
(SAMANTHA GROANING)
What the fuck?
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Get out of my house.
What'd you say?
RICHARD: You heard me.
I don't think I did, mate.
I think you have to repeat that shit.
All right, I'll say it in a
language you can understand.
Get out of my house or I'm
cutting your fucking head off.
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Go on, faggot.
Do it.
(BLOW SQUELCHES)
Oh, God, you cut my
fucking face! (SCREAMS)
Thank you.
It's OK.
CHAZ: (whimpers) He
cut my fucking face!
(CHAZ WHIMPERING)
Shit, man, fucking!
(DOOR SLAMS)
SAMANTHA: Where did this come from?
My study.
It was my father's.
He must have been a mighty warrior.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, I suppose he was.
He was a cop.
I'm not really sure why he had it.
I wonder if he ever thought
it'd be used like that.
When he was behind me...
I thought that was the end of it.
I never want to feel like that again.
You won't.
OK.
(ENGINE ROARING)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Let's go, come...
What the fuck are you doing?
SAMANTHA: No!
No, no, no, I need that, no!
I need you!
I need you!
(SOBS) It's like I'm already dead.
I don't want to feel it, OK?
I want it to be painless.
That's all I want.
No.
We have to cope.
(SAMANTHA CRYING)
OK, just hold, just hold me (MUMBLES).
Shame the way it turned out, eh?
(EERIE SYNTH MUSIC)
I didn't even get to
see the end of the game.
What are you gonna do now?
I don't know.
Yeah, that'd be right.
Your dad would have blasted
his way out of here like a man.
And you, you couldn't even keep me alive.
That poor girl.
You can handle yourself.
You think they would have tried anything
if there'd been two of us?
Instead, you hid behind a couch.
I'm sorry.
Oh, give me a break for Christ's sake.
Did you tell her what you were doing
when your old man was
being beaten like a dog?
You were taking pretty pictures.
Well, I hope you kept some of them.
I bet you got some hanging on your wall.
You ever think what would've happened
if you'd been with him that night?
Maybe you could have protected him.
But you didn't.
Now, he's gone.
And so am I.
Yeah, only a matter of time
before they get in here.
(EERIE SYNTH MUSIC)
She's gonna die tonight.
And it'll be your fault.
(SPOOKY SYNTH MUSIC)
(SAMANTHA WHIMPERS)
(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)
Richard, something did
happen at the park today.
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(ROOF CREAKING)
What was, I thought you said they left?
Sh, it's just a trick.
They're just trying to
flush us out the front.
We have to go, OK?
(OMINOUS ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(GRASS RUSTLING)
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(ENGINE ROARING)
- Run!
- Fuck, fuck!
(SAMANTHA YELPS)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
- Come on, please.
- You cunt!
- (PUNCH THUDS)
- (SCREAMS) Richard!
(EERIE SYNTH MUSIC)
Morning.
Huh?
What's going on here then?
That's right, mate.
This is it.
What did you think was gonna happen?
That you were gonna come riding in
and save the day, is that it?
You fucking pussy.
You'll have to excuse me.
I've just gotta go help my mate
Rob rape someone. (SNICKERS)
Probably his turn, but don't worry.
Chaz here'll keep you company.
He's got a shed full of tools.
And you and him are going
to have so much fun.
Right, Chaz?
Fucking A.
Fucking A.
Oh, and don't worry about the bitch.
You won't hear her scream.
I promise.
She's gonna have her
mouth full. (CHUCKLES)
Keep her warm for me.
TORYN: I will, mate.
(DOOR CLANKS)
What did you think was gonna happen?
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
ROB: Yeah, she's asleep.
TORYN: So go get your underwear, son.
It's about fucking time we made
a man of you, Rob, isn't it?
ROB: No, I can't,
not while she's asleep.
You fucking faggot.
You're gonna fuck her, Rob,
oh, sorry, make love to her,
whatever you want to call
it, and what's more, mate,
when you're done, you're
gonna finish her off.
- You mean...
- Yeah.
They've seen her face, you dipshit.
Nah, I can't.
You listen to me, cunt!
You don't have a choice. (MUMBLES)
And then you're gonna kill
her and there is no option B
for you, Rob, because if you don't,
I'm gonna fucking kill
you next, (MUMBLES).
Now get in there, sunshine.
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(FEET CLOMPING)
Fuck!
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(WHIMPERS) No!
T!
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Where you goin'?
(SAMANTHA GROANING)
(TORYN GRUNTS)
(HEAD THUDS)
You keep her at the house.
I'm gonna try and find Eddie,
wherever the fuck he is.
(HAUNTING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
- (HAND SLAPS)
- Wake up, Geoff.
You wouldn't want to miss anything, mate.
(SNAPS) Huh?
How many fingers am I holding up?
All right, just, sorry, just...
I just wanna get my head around it.
Maybe you could just help me out here.
What would you do if someone
tried to cut your head off?
The only reason I ask is 'cause tonight,
someone tried to cut my head off.
No, I just, I'm at a loss, mate.
To be honest, it upsets me.
(RICHARD HUFFING)
Well, I can see you're
not taking any of this in,
so why don't we just play it by ear,
see what we got, shall we?
All right, you need anything?
You all right?
Little parched?
Good.
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(TOOLS CLANKING)
Ooh, OK, that's bullshit.
(TOOLS CLANKING)
Ah, oh!
Done that.
That's done.
(TOOLS CLANKING)
Whoa, whoa.
(RICHARD MOANING)
Hey, what the fuck is that?
Awesome, huh?
Fuck that.
(TOOLS CLANKING)
Fuck that, woo-hoo!
What do we have here?
OK, now we're gonna play a little game.
Left or right, pick a hand.
Come on.
Come on, bookworm.
You don't wanna play?
I bet you're one of those cunts
who used to cheat at
Heads Down, Thumbs Up.
Annoying, mate?
You're not gonna play?
Why don't you take a look at
what you could have taken home?
Take a gander at that.
Well, you reckon you
ever seen one like that?
Look at the length on that. (CHUCKLES)
How does that grab you, mate?
What about that?
It's fucking heavy.
It's fucking heavy.
No, you're not, you're, no, no.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look at me.
You're gonna feel this.
You're gonna feel it.
Line her up.
Ooh, hear that?
(RICHARD WHIMPERS)
You ready?
(RICHARD GROANS)
(NAIL SQUELCHES)
(RICHARD SCREAMING)
Yeah, fucking scream!
Scream for me, cunt!
You fucking scream!
That's what that fucking bitch
is gonna be doing right now!
Scream for me!
(RICHARD GROANING)
Oh, that's fire.
That's really fucking cleared me right up.
I just needed to get that off my chest.
(OMINOUS ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
What the fuck?
(GENERATOR RUMBLING)
(AIR HISSING)
(LAUGHS) I gotta be
honest with you now, mate.
I don't know what the fuck
this thing's for, but I...
But I bet you it's a lot of fun.
(RICHARD MOANING)
(AIR HISSING)
(LAUGHS) Let's fucking try it out.
What do you say?
Fuck.
I'm gonna need you to hold
still then, all right?
Now, you fucking hold still.
Here we go.
(RICHARD MOANING)
(AIR HISSING)
(RICHARD SCREAMING AND MOANING)
(CHAZ LAUGHING)
Stay.
(DOOR RUMBLING)
(METAL SQUEAKING)
(DOOR CLANKING)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Fuck is, what the fucking...
What the fuck happened?
(RICHARD COUGHS)
(TOOLS CLANKING)
What the fuck.
Fuck.
(CHAINS RATTLING)
(MIKE SQUEALING)
Fuck.
The cops, cops, we gotta get the cops!
Let's get the cops, come on!
Samantha!
Who the fuck is Samantha?
Fuck, let's go!
- Come on!
- Get help!
Get help.
Fuck off!
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(DOOR CLANKING)
(RICHARD PANTING)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Eddie?
(TORYN SOBS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(HAUNTING SYNTH MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Fuck!
(PHONE BEEPING)
(LINE RINGING)
Hello?
Rob, she's killed Eddie.
Fucking kill her now.
Uh, I...
Rob, if you don't tear her apart,
I'll fucking end you, you cunt.
(INTENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Fuck!
Did you kill Eddie?
(CRIES) Fucking what do you think?
He would, he would have killed me! (SOBS)
What do you think he would
have done to me if I didn't?
You need to let me go.
Shut up!
(SAMANTHA SCREAMS)
If you don't let, if
you don't let me go,
they're gonna come here
and they'll kill me.
Please, you don't want that. (CRIES)
You don't want that.
I like you. (MUMBLES)
Fuck.
I went to school.
I have a cat.
I'm just, I'm just like you.
You're not like them.
I know it.
I know it.
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(TOOLS CLANKING)
(DOOR CLANKING)
Sorry about the wait, mate.
(OMINOUS ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Just had to pick up an old friend.
Remember this?
I remember this.
Here's the plan.
We're gonna start with the leg,
and then we'll work our way up, all right?
All right, have it your
way, man of few words.
OK.
Ready or not, here it comes.
Here it comes.
Here it comes.
Here it...
(RICHARD ROARS)
(KNIFE SQUELCHES)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(CHAZ GROANING)
(CHAZ COUGHS)
(CHAZ GROANING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(CHAZ ROARS)
(SWORD SQUELCHES)
(CHAZ GURGLES)
(RICHARD PANTING)
(BLOOD BUBBLING)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(SAMANTHA WHIMPERING)
(ROB HISSES)
Please (MUMBLES).
It's all right.
It's OK.
It's OK, I'm just...
It's all right, it's all right.
It's OK.
Yeah.
It's all right.
It's OK, yeah.
(SAMANTHA CRYING)
Shh.
Shh.
(SOMBER PIANO MUSIC)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(RICHARD GROANING)
(RICHARD PANTING)
(RICHARD SCREAMS)
(RICHARD GROANING)
(RICHARD PANTING)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(OMINOUS ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(DOOR CLANKS)
(EERIE SYNTH MUSIC)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
(GUN CLACKING)
(SAMANTHA SCREAMING)
(DOOR SQUEAKING)
(OMINOUS SYNTH MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(RICHARD SCREAMS)
(TORYN SQUELCHES)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(HOOD BANGS)
(INTENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
Fucking pussy. (GURGLES)
Fucking cunt. (GURGLES)
(BONES CRACKING)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(HAUNTING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(GUN FIRES)
(ROB HISSES)
(ROB THUDS)
(DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
(GUN CLATTERS)
(MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC)
(MELLOW ROCK MUSIC)