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(eerie distorted music)
(man coughs)
(man knocks)
(eerie atmospheric music)
(man knocks)
- Come on, put the hammer away and open up.
It's only me.
Donovan.
Are you sick or something?
- No.
- What's cooking, farts?
- I've got your order.
- Sweet, so it's all?
Yes, yes, oh my God, you guys are the bomb, seriously, wow.
- I told you.
- Never doubted.
You know, if they can score like this all the time, then.
- Even the score, this isn't a food bank.
- Uh, look, I know I said it would be good,
but things just got a little tight, you know how it is.
- I don't know how it is, what do you mean, tight?
Do you have my money or not?
- Yeah, yeah, but can you just, like, you know,
work with me here a bit?
- Thing is, it's not just me you're working with.
There's other people who are involved here,
and these people don't fuck around or play games.
- I understand, fully, I do, you know,
this ain't my first, I'm all about business, right?
But just so at the moment, okay, it's an in between
kinda situation, right, so there's gotta be some way,
there's no way we can lay it off for a bit
until I can move a little of that something something?
- Something of what?
- I've got some genuine anxious customers, man.
I could vend that sweetness right this afternoon
and have the cash in your hand first thing tomorrow,
breakfast like.
- Oh, I seem to attract idiots.
- So... - So what?
- So can you hook me up and I can do my thing
and I'll make squares and tada?
- I don't do fronts, you know that.
- Of course, what the fuck do I look like?
Actually, don't answer that, listen.
This time, first last and only, right?
You hook me up with this connect and I'll owe you.
I'll owe you hard.
- Maybe we can work something out.
- Yes, thank you, seriously, thank you, for real.
I'll take 100 of those sick pinks, we've got a lot
of requests for them since last time.
(eerie music)
- I have the pinks, but I got something better,
something much, much better.
- What are those?
- The cost is 10, you sell 'em for 20,
I'll give 'em to you for seven.
- Seven, shit, all right, great, man,
that'll cover the cost for the wine and the front or?
- Don't worry about the front, just peddle them.
- Damn straight I'm gonna, thanks.
What do you call this shit?
- Black candy.
- Hey, I know this is a bit much, but
I need a personal top up too.
- Shit, Jesus.
- Hey, come on, man, it's not much,
just throw it in the mix on the tab, it's just
a couple grams of crystal to see me through.
- I got something for you.
(eerie music)
Consider this a bonus if you move all the pills.
Don't dose on the black ones.
- Hey, hey, no problem, big rules of retail, right?
Washroom's for paying customers only, don't stroke the boss
and don't do your own inventory.
(eerie distorted music)
(man knocks)
Can Vic come out to play?
- No, mate, let me just check my schedule.
(both laugh)
- You bastard.
(techno music)
- Playtime.
- Yeah, as in?
(Donovan makes whooshing noises)
Prepare for liftoff.
- What is this craziness?
- Calls itself black candy and it's the atomic deal.
- Doesn't look that tough.
- But it is, there's some serious fucked up chemistry
in that little rocket.
- Yeah, fucked up is one thing, rocket?
That's another.
- That shit will take you to the other side of everywhere.
- I don't know, man, you got any of those pinks?
That was some heady shit.
- Hahah, man, that shit makes pinks obsolete.
Besides, it's the same lab busting it out as the others,
as in new and improved, like. - Oh, really?
- Mmhmm, tell you what.
How 'bout I give you a taste, see if you like it?
- On the house? - On the house.
- Aw man.
- I'm a generous man.
- (laughs) And it's appreciated.
- Hey, mind if I kick it here for a little bit,
get a little hardwired?
- Yeah, man, cool your boots, you want a beer or anything?
- Definitely.
- All right, I don't have any fancy wine for you, though.
(unsettling music)
(Donovan whoops)
(Vic snorts)
(Vic groans)
- Oh shit.
Comes on pretty strong.
- Mmhmm, told you, so, you wanna go out tonight or what?
- What? - You said you wanted
to go out tonight.
- Fuck.
The fuck is that shit?
- Good.
- Dude, what the fuck, what the fuck is this?
Dude, dude, get it off, man, get it off,
what is this shit, man?
Dude, get it off me!
- Dude, there's nothing wrong. - Dude, get it off me, man,
get it off me!
- Relax, relax, there's nothing on you,
just breathe, breathe, man, breathe, breathe, it's fine,
there's nothing on you.
(eerie distorted music)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
(Vic screams)
(eerie distorted music)
Yo, what, should I?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit! (screams)
Fuck, shit.
Fuck this!
(eerie distorted music)
(phone vibrates)
Hey.
Yo, you talked to Gav?
Shae?
- Yeah, I'm in here. - I see that.
Did you talk to Gavin?
- Nope, not yet.
- All right, I'll text him.
How long, you think?
- Like an hour?
(phone rings)
- [Vic] Hey, this is Vic, I can't answer the phone
'cause I'm probably at a crazy party you weren't invited to
so leave a message or whatever after the beep.
(phone beeps)
(Shae sniffles)
- I.
I let 'em know.
- How was your meeting?
- Oh, man, you gotta see this first selection.
It's all primo, it's gonna move for sure.
(eerie distorted music)
(Donovan groans)
- Pick your wine?
Yo?
You pick your wines, or do we have to stop off?
- No, they're on the kitchen counter.
- Which ones, there's like six bottles here.
Which one?
- The Chardonnay, the Bordeaux, the red label one
and the one with the tree on it.
(Shae snaps her fingers)
- [Shae] God forbid we bring the wrong wine.
- Yeah.
God forbid.
- Getting, Gav's waiting.
- Damn straight, let's hustle.
- This is gonna be fun.
All right, my love, proceed.
(Donovan knocks)
- Aloha. - So great to see you.
- I know, I know, oh, how's it going, my bro? (laughs)
Why don't we side slide into my old tiki hut, shall we?
- Mm. - Yeah.
Ah, so.
What's the story, you two, your oh nos been low low
with the D kind?
- Why are you talking like that?
- 'Cause that's how everyone talks in Hawaii.
- Oh yeah, like hippie surfer MMA dudes?
- Oh yeah, ground 'em and pound 'em, haoli,
(laughs) hang loose.
- No, no, that's done, as of like right now.
- All right. - Speaking of,
whatever happened with that MMA movie you were on?
- Oh yeah, Money Punch Extreme.
I passed, couldn't find an entree into the script, you know?
- Entree?
- Wasn't homoerotic enough.
- Ah. - Yeah, I missed you guys.
Like really missed you guys. (laughs)
Drinks.
- I brought wine.
- Surprise, Don brought wine.
- Of course he did, and of course he won't let me open it.
Will he?
- This is a guy who drinks a 2012 La Montrechet Grand Croux
on the rocks in a mason jar.
- All right, how was I supposed to know
it was such a big such and such?
- 'Cause I told you it was.
- Okay, in my defense, it was hot, I was thirsty,
so sue me or worse.
- Look, he's never gonna let you forget it.
- No, I won't.
So how was it anyways, I mean, no posts, no emails,
no updates, we were worried about you.
- You were worried. - I mean, curious.
Whether or not you were killed and eaten by the natives.
- It's part of the United States.
- [Donovan] This is you we're talking about.
- This was a legitimate concern.
- (laughs) Okay, we need drinks, for God's sake, drinks.
- I shall proceed with the uncorking, where's the decanter?
- The, the what?
- Ugh, I guess we'll just have to let the wine breathe
on its own like it's only slightly ideal.
- As long as it's only slightly ideal, that's cool.
(eerie music)
How's it breathing in there?
- Oh, it's breathing.
(suspenseful eerie music)
(distorted eerie music)
Here.
And here.
In vino, veritas.
(glasses clink)
- Oh, sorry, we can't.
- Why? - It's not right.
- Not right, this is a goddamn 2009 Margo Bordeaux.
More than all right.
- I suppose I'm impressed,
but it's not right for this moment.
- What moment? - This welcome back home
toast moment.
- Have you got the Polynesian flu or something?
- No, better, I have got the last of the Mohicans,
well, the Aztecs, hold on.
- He must have hit his head or something.
- Ah, hasn't changed a bit. - Hey, did you notice his tan?
It's a little orangey.
(Donovan snorts)
- We're in business. - Great.
- Here we go.
This here is a little gift from the producers.
They only make 50 liters of this stuff a year
in the village it comes from.
It is the Cadillac of Mezcals.
Check this out.
(Gavin speaks foreign language)
To us, to all and to awesome.
(glasses clink)
- Hmm, oh, it's really good, babe.
- It's safe, go ahead, sip.
- Hmm.
It's smooth.
- Mmhmm, (mumbles) and spinny us up a drink, would you?
- So.
Spill it.
Hawaii. - Mmm.
- Getting crazy with them tropical beach babes or what?
- Come on, you know I'm a professional,
I don't kiss and tell. (laughs)
- [Donovan] So no then.
- Mm, listen, no matter how beautiful those Hawaiian nights
are, at the end of the day, I decided to go back
to my hotel room and do the work.
- Fantastic, come on.
So, Don.
How's your wine dong? (laughs)
- It's Wine Dork, okay?
And it's gonna happen, it's happening.
Just secured my first inventory.
Next thing is to put it on the site, the app,
get it out there.
Some financing would be dope for marketing and shit, but.
I have faith.
- 'Cause I was telling some guys about your idea
and they're very interested.
- You're not fucking with me, right?
- These guys invest in startups and shit like that.
- And you told them about Wine Dork.
- Yeah.
- That sounds awesome.
I mean, you know how it is with this stuff.
Believe it when you see it.
- Listen, it is legit, trust me.
- (scoffs) Trust, you, okay.
- Mmm.
This here is some sweet ass grape juice.
- Don knows his wines.
- I'm a dork for it.
- Oh.
Check this out.
- What's this?
- A script. - Yeah, I can see that.
- Uh-huh. - You wrote it.
- I did.
- (laughs) How'd you manage that?
- Hah, hah, hilarious, I actually wrote it and
it's actually good and actually it's a starring vehicle
for our friend here.
- Yeah, okay, sure, yeah, when's my call time, Gav?
- Yeah, sarcasm understood, but listen,
my agent right now is working on dotting the Ts
and crossing the Is, the other way around,
but nonetheless, it's a go.
- You're not bullshitting.
- No, it's greenlit.
- And you're serious, that I'm gonna?
- This is my script and I'm looking for
a strong leading lady and I couldn't think of anyone
stronger than yourself.
- Wow.
Should I read it before I even?
- Ah, no, don't worry about that right now.
Trust me, it's got the meat and potatoes of a script
like the action and the drama, the comedy, it's perfect.
- This is so awesome. - Yeah.
- Hey, Don? - Yeah, Gav is awesome.
- Why don't we smoke a little hashish?
- Really. - Yeah, I smuggled
a couple grams back from Hawaii.
There's this local guy there, he makes the shit himself.
- All right, you in, babe?
- I'm fine.
- Blaze it.
Ready? - Yeah.
Yeah.
- That's the shit, right man? (laughs)
- Yeah, pretty good.
- Ah, this stuff is beautiful.
(script screams)
(Shae gasps)
- Is everything okay in there? - Uh-huh.
(glass clink echoes)
(Shae exhales)
- Oh yeah.
Breakfast is served.
- Right?
(eerie distorted noise)
- Fuck, Jesus. - Shit, the hell?
- I have, (laughs) it's cool.
It's, fuck, fuck.
- What'd you go and do that for, you idiot?
- Fuck, mm, fuck.
(upbeat music)
j& It's the song that makes me weep j&
j& Wakes me up j&
j& Puts me to sleep j&
j& Rockets me through the atmosphere j&
(eerie distorted noise)
(phone rings)
- Hey, hey, Richard, it's, no no, everything's okay,
I'm just, uh.
So, what'd they say, buddy?
No, fuck, we'll just take it to another studio,
it's a no brainer, huh?
No, no, man, you can't do this to me, not on the phone.
I fucking told you in the email that there was no charges,
there's no record, there's nothing, so what the hell
would they say that for?
Well, we'll just get Simon to write a letter up.
That'll take care of everything.
No, fuck!
Listen. (sighs)
I'm a little bit desperate right now and I need this, so.
If you could help out, buddy, yeah, for all we've been,
great, now I ain't fuck, well then fuck you
and thank you for fuck all and fuck your fat wife
and your fat fucking kids and your fat fucking ex wife
and your fat fucking pool cabana cum drunk fuck boy,
fuck you, fuck! - Everything okay up there?
- Yeah, yeah, everything's cool. (sighs)
(eerie music)
(upbeat music)
j& It's the song that makes me weep j&
j& Wakes me up j&
j& Puts me to sleep j&
j& Rockets me through the atmosphere j&
(music distorts)
j& Rocking very hard j&
j& Make me j&
(eerie music)
j& That I am alive j&
j& It's the song that makes me weep j&
j& Wakes me up j&
j& Puts me to sleep j&
j& Rockets me through the atmosphere j&
- I have to, I have to tell you something.
- Tell me what?
- Uh, I--
- Yo, just had a quick chat with my agent on the phone
and things are rolling, yeah, train's left the station
and everything's gonna be sweet.
- Amazing, does that mean that?
- You're gonna be in a full on fucking Hollywood feature?
Yeah.
- Oh. (laughs) - Hahah.
- Wow is right.
- Things are finally coming together
and we need some more wine. (snaps fingers)
(Shae giggles)
(eerie music)
(Gavin pants)
(eerie distorted music)
(Gavin retches)
- What the fuck?
(Gavin retches)
(Shae moans)
What the fuck?
(Gavin pants)
What the fuck is that?
(Gavin pants)
- Oh, you'll feel it.
- What?
- Too much wine, hmm?
- What did you?
- Don, what the fuck, what the fuck did you do?
- Shh.
(eerie music)
You two, you feeling good?
Feeling good about yourselves and all?
You feeling right?
- Right?
Right, like how?
- You tell me.
(eerie music)
- What is it?
(eerie distorted music)
Jesus, fuck!
- Hey, hey, where you going, baby?
Be careful, it's getting weird in here.
- What did you give us?
- Just what you deserved, that's all.
- I might need to lay down here, I don't understand.
- Shut up, friend, friendo, friend of mine,
friend of ours, friend with benefits?
- (stammers) Jeeze, we're friends.
- Are we, you think about that and you get back to me.
- I've got to (stammers)
- (laughs) Having some trouble there, pal?
Oh, where you going, buddy?
We're just getting started here.
(eerie music)
(Shae pants)
(Shae stammers)
(Shae pants)
- Okay, okay.
Okay, okay.
(Shae retches)
(Shae coughs)
(Shae retches)
(Shae sobs)
(eerie distorted music)
(figure screams)
(Shae gasps)
What the fuck is happening?
- I've got to get outta here.
(eerie music)
- [Don] Where are you going?
- Just got to to get out of here. (stammers)
Fuck, I was just gonna leave.
(Don grunts)
(Shae pants)
What the fuck?
- I don't, I don't know about any of this,
let's just get the fuck out of here, okay?
- No, no, no, I don't think.
- Stop thinking, stop thinking, okay,
just tie him up and let's get the fuck out of here.
(eerie music)
- The fuck, you could've killed me.
- Shut up, shut up, we could've killed you,
what the fuck did you give us?
- Only what you deserved is all.
- Tell her what the fuck this shit is, man, tell her!
- It's not gonna matter anyway, the shit is in you
already and it's real, it's heavy and real.
- The fuck, man, what the fuck did you give us?
- Don't be stupid, you both know whose fault is what now
with your dirty sex stink shit!
- What do you mean?
- I don't need to explain anything.
- That's cool, that's cool.
But then again, we're all here, you're here, I'm here,
we're here, so.
Oh. (laughs)
Hello.
Lookity look.
Evil, evil.
(Shae pants)
Evil, evil. (voice echoes)
- Gav, Gav, it's all fucked up.
It's all fucked.
- No, no, no, we're not gonna.
- Can't wait, we can't what?
We gotta get the fuck out of here and get the cops
or the police or something.
- No, no, no, we're not going anywhere, not until,
not until...
We all party.
Party, party, party.
- Party, what the fuck do you mean?
We gotta get the fuck out of here, okay,
we'll let the whatever deal with him.
- There's nothing out there, it's black, we're in here.
It's real.
It's real, real, real.
(eerie music)
(music distorts)
- Okay.
Okay.
Shit, so.
So what do you want to do?
- I've got an idea, I'll be right back.
(eerie music)
(Don groans)
- How long have you known?
- Not long enough.
Why?
- Where were we going?
- I had plans, you know, I have a plan, I was hustling.
- You're running on the same spot.
- Aren't we both, and you know, I always thought we'd--
- We'd what?
I floated you, I bankrolled your dreams and for what, huh?
So I could just hang out and wait and wait for what?
At least Gavin's fucking moving forward.
He is on his own fucking steam.
- That's not steam, it's bullshit, smoke and mirrors,
it's lies, don't be naive, come on.
(Shae pants)
- Okay, okay, okay, okay, we're. (groans)
- It's razzle dazzle time.
(eerie music)
Tie him off.
- I don't think I can. - No, no, no thinkety think.
Do, do, do. - With what?
What am I supposed to do?
- With this.
(eerie music)
- Okay. (sobs)
- Baby, please, don't, baby, please don't.
- (sobs) It's so funny when you say that.
Baby, baby.
Baby.
Baby. (sobs)
- [Donovan] She doesn't look so good, Gav.
- Why do you think that is, Wine Dong?
- Oh please, don't, no, no, no, come on, come on,
don't, please, please, please. - Aw, come on, don't,
please, please, please, ah.
(Donovan sobs)
(eerie distorted music)
- How you doing? - I'm so fucked up.
- We just need to chill, chilly chill, yeah.
And we need some more wine, wine, wine, wine.
(eerie music)
(Shae groans)
(eerie music)
- We used the word love a lot, both of us.
- I know.
- So were you always lying to me, or?
(Shae speaks foreign language)
- What is that?
- I hate you, and I love you.
And it hurts.
(eerie music)
- Katolis, this Roman guy, all waxed poetic
about life and shit.
(eerie music)
- [Donovan] Hey, no, hey, what the fuck?
(Donovan pants)
Huh, oh shit.
(eerie distorted music)
- What? - Where the fuck is he?
Where the fuck is he? - The fuck?
- Where the fuck did he go?
(eerie music)
(Donovan pants)
(eerie distorted music)
- [Donovan] Fuck!
(Donovan chokes)
(Donovan whimpers)
(music stops)
- Don, Don, what the fuck, Don, hey, hey, hey,
look at me, look at me, hey, you're okay, you're okay.
I love you, okay, I'm sorry.
Stay with me. (sobs)
I'm pregnant, so you gotta stay, okay? (sobs)
(Donovan pants)
No, no, Donovan, no, no, no, no, no, no. (sobs)
(eerie music)
Holy shit.
- Is everything okay, whoa, what the fuck?
What the fuck happened?
Did you?
- No, no!
No, Gav, there was this thing, this guy,
it was real, and it fucking took Don and it killed him
and it shot him.
- Someone shot him, I didn't hear no fucking gun.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, listen, listen,
it shot him, like it shot him up,
and it took, like, Don's, his blood and his guts or whatever
and it fucking shot him up his fucking arm. (pants)
- Fuck. (stammers)
Oh fuck, oh.
Okay.
We need to. (inhales)
We need to get outta here.
We need to call the cops, fuck.
We need the fucking, ah. (groans in pain)
It's, uh, it's gooey.
Oh.
(phone rings)
(voice echoes)
What'd they say?
- I don't know, we gotta go, we gotta go.
- No, no, no, what about that guy, that fucking thing
out there, man? - I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know.
(eerie music)
Gav, wait. - Fuck!
(footsteps echo)
(Gavin groans)
(water drips)
(Gavin groans)
- Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, oh no, oh Jesus, no.
Fuck. (whimpers)
(eerie distorted music)
(Gavin groans)
(eerie music)
(Shae groans)
(eerie distorted music) (Shae whimpers)
(door slams)
(Shae groans)
(eerie distorted children's laughter)
(eerie distorted music)
- No, no, no!
(Shae screams)
No, no, no! (pants)
No, no!
(Shae chokes)
No, no!
(Shae chokes)
(eerie distorted music)
(Shae groans)
(needle clunks)
(Shae whimpers)
(Gavin groans)
(Gavin retches)
(figure screams)
(water burbles)
(eerie music)
(Shae pants)
Got you.
(Gavin groans)
(eerie music)
(Gavin pants)
- [Gavin] Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man.
- [Shae] Hey, wait, Gav, where's the fucking lights?
- [Gavin] I don't, I don't.
- [Shae] Where's the fucking lights, Gav?
- [Gavin] I can't. (stammers)
Fuck, fuck. - You gotta book it
right now, okay, I can't find the--
(both groan)
Dammit, Gav, you gotta help me here.
- [Gavin] Okay, okay, just let me, just let me,
just let me think, there's a box.
- A what? - A box
at the bottom of the stairs.
- [Shae] What do you mean a fucking box?
- [Gavin] A box, a fucking cardboard box, bring it to me.
- [Shae] Okay, okay, I think I got it.
(box slides)
- [Gavin] Okay, oh, right, here, here.
(glow stick snaps)
(eerie music)
- Jesus. - No, no, no,
don't, don't, don't.
- You've just been stabbed in the chest,
you're just gonna have to.
- No, no, no, don't, don't, do you remember that
TV show Trauma Squad I worked on?
- That shitty show you never got me a part on?
- Yeah, sorry.
I.
On the show, we had these doctor consultants.
- So?
- Well, the one thing I learned from them was
any time there's like trauma, like you're impaled
or stabbed or whatever, you never want to move the,
you know, the (stammers) rebar or the impli,
the thing, whatever, you don't want to move it
from the body, never, so seriously, don't.
- So you're just gonna leave it there?
- Oh, I guess so. (pants)
Oh shit, what happened?
- It's okay, it's okay, it's just. (groans)
- Here, let me help, yeah, let me.
(paper rustles)
- What is all this stuff?
- These are New Year's Eve decorations.
- But I thought you canceled that party.
- Yeah, exactly.
- Why are you all wet?
- I.
There was this, I.
(laughs) What the fuck is happening?
Like a fucking guy, like he's not a hallucination,
he's like real, like really real,
like this is genuinely genuine.
- Yep, I know, I know, I'm here, I'm on it too, you know.
(Shae groans)
- Oh shit, what the, Jesus.
- It's nothing, it's a shoe, okay, it's nothing,
it's just another-- - Just another what,
fucking, there's a stab wound?
- Okay, I'm just trying to deal.
- Okay.
I get it, just trying to deal by bleeding to death.
- Okay, I realize that, but this, look,
this is not a normal situation, okay, this is not normal.
Back off.
- I don't know if you noticed, but I also got
viciously stabbed for the first time,
so fuck, I get it, I don't understand what's happening here.
Let me, let me.
(eerie music) (paper rustles)
(eerie distorted music)
Oh, no, what do we do,
do we just stay here until this shit wears off?
- What, what, how long will that be?
How long til that creep comes storming
all desperate down the stairs?
- Desperate, what do you mean?
- It's jonesing.
- It's jonesing?
- After it killed Don.
I saw it shoot him up.
- He fucking mainlined Don.
(eerie music)
Oh, that fucker, why the fuck did Don fucking,
fuck him, fuck, that fucking idiot,
why the fuck would he, fuck. (groans)
Idiot!
(eerie music)
- Oh, fuck this whole sorry business, YOLO wannabe
good time fucking waste time, and I thought,
you know, Don wasn't doing shit with his life
for the whole time, it was me,
I wasn't making anything happen.
- Don't say that, no. - Look at me,
I'm a fucking waste, Gav.
- No, what about those good times we had, huh?
- It, it doesn't matter.
Let's just.
Might as well let that fucking creep just come down
and get his fix, fuck it.
- No, no, no, this ain't done, this ain't done, this ain't.
- Say what? - This ain't done,
this ain't us, no, this ain't you.
This ain't me, all right?
We're gonna get through this, you understand?
We're gonna get through this.
(eerie music)
- It's in our head.
But it's not in our head.
- What now?
- The thing, the thing, the creep or whatever,
it's in our trip, but it's dosing too, right?
So if we can get inside of its trip.
- We get inside its trip.
- Yeah, yeah, we could mind fuck it right back.
- Mind fuck it, what the?
- Yeah, yeah, you get it, that's the only way out.
- The only way what?
- Yeah.
- Jesus, come on, you're fucking crazy, I mean.
We're just, we're better just to stay down here and hide.
- No, no, we have to go deep.
- Deep, how do we, how do we do that, huh, huh?
- We get high on its supply.
- You want to get higher?
- Yeah, we're gonna get into that creep or whatever's trip
and we're gonna kick ass outta here.
- Kick ass outta here, Jesus,
oh yeah, we'll just stay down here and hide,
when that dude comes up, we'll sharpen some sticks
or something.
- You want to whittle now?
You want to take?
First of all, I don't see any goddamn sticks here.
Second of all, you need a fucking knife to whittle,
do you have a knife, Gav?
- No.
- And if I had a knife, I would just fucking use that knife.
Not that it would be any fucking use here anyways.
So please.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
I don't wanna.
- What happened to all that this ain't you stuff,
this ain't me, this ain't us?
- I don't know.
(eerie music)
- Okay. (inhales)
Okay, fine, maybe, maybe we'll just.
Maybe you're right, we'll just hide out here
and we'll lay low, right, and we'll hold our breaths
and come down and maybe it'll all just be sorta.
(sniffles) It'll all be fine.
Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was stupid.
(sniffles) I'm scared, and I'm tripped out as all fuck.
I'm not thinking so straight.
- Right.
It's just that I.
I don't want to die.
- I know.
I don't either.
We ain't gonna go out like this.
- Okay.
So what now? (sniffles)
- Hey, uh.
I gotta tell you something.
- What?
- I'm pregnant.
(Gavin groans)
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
- I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die.
- You're not gonna die, you fuck, just shh.
- I'm gonna die. - You're not dying
and you're not gonna die, okay, so just man up.
(Shae groans)
(Shae's breath distorts)
- Holy fuck, what do we do now?
- We know where its attention will be, on the needle.
Follow me.
(eerie music)
(sound echoes and distorts)
- Where is he?
- I don't see him.
- Okay, you okay?
- Yeah, are you?
- Yeah, follow me.
- Wait, wait, wait a minute. - What?
- Did you just tell me you're pregnant?
- Yeah.
- You better give me that needle and I'll stab this bastard.
- Don't worry, all right, I got this.
- You sure? - Just keep up.
(sound echoes and distorts)
(both pant)
(eerie distorted music)
(Shae groans)
- Hey.
Want this?
(Shae grunts)
(Shae gasps)
- Fuck!
(eerie distorted music)
(coat hanger splats)
(eerie distorted music)
(Shae grunts)
(monster groans)
(eerie distorted music)
(eerie electronic music)