All language subtitles for Night.Wolf.2010.108

Hiya, Duncan.

- You didn't have to wait up for me.
- Hello, Sarah.

Well, I hope the motorway
wasn't too hellish.

And after such a long flight, well...

I was starting to get rather
worried about you.

No problems. Just took it nice and slow.

Oh, sit yourself down.
I made a casserole.

Oh, no, I'm fine, thanks.
I ate on the plane.

At least let me pour you a glass of wine.
It's very good.

Are you reliving your Boy Scout days?

No, no, no.

The retched AGA is broken down,
that is the next best thing.

So...

How is the US? The new job panning out?

- I got a promotion.
- Oh.

I can now afford a flat
overlooking a gas works.

Well, you know your mother
and I are more than happy to help out

if you need any money.

Thank you, but you've bailed me out
enough in the past.

And the house's refurbishment
looks like it needs a bit of a nudge.

Yes, well, uh...
things are not quite going to plan.

The sale fell through.
It's just a temporary hiccup.

It's all...
I mean, nothing that can't be sorted.

So, where's the terrible trio?

They're in the barn
with friends.

Trying to fix Stephen's Jeep, no doubt.

That was a terrible waste
of my money.

Do you know, I am over 50 years old too,

and you won't catch me breaking down
every 500 yards.

And Mother?

She's heading towards Edinburgh.

No rest for these high-flying
publishing types,

even on a Friday evening.

She'll be here on Sunday.

I know she can't wait to see you.

You look beat.
Why don't you get an early night?

I'll make sure
the boys aren't raising too much hell.

That's an excellent idea.

I think perhaps that your young brothers

need their big sister
to show them the straight and narrow.

Hmm. I'll sort it.

I'll play Mum. For tonight.

I know you will, my dear daughter.

Good night.

Sleep well.

Sarah...

don't leave it so long next time.

I won't, I promise.

Oh, my God.

Come on, boys!

Come on, guys!

Emily. Fuck!

All right, darling,
the floor show is over.

Well, look who's here!
The high-class hooker has finally arrived!

Well, I never. Hello, half-sister.

- Hello, stranger.
- Hello, Stephen.

Emily.

- Hello, sister.
- Charlie.

How's my better-brought-up brother?

- All the better for seeing you.
- Sarah!

Remember me?

- Give us a hug, girl!
- Hello, Gary.

- Hey, how's it going?
- Still the young charmer, eh?

- Quite, quite, yeah.
- Still single, then?

Yeah, a little bit.

The folks said you would be deigning us
plebs with your presence this weekend.

And I hear the Jeep
is giving you grief yet again.

Well, yeah, you know.

At least it makes it home occasionally,
whatever the shit storm.

So, how's life in LA these days, Sarah?
Streets still paved with gold?

No, sorry, it's all concrete
with celebrity handprints and wannabes.

Well, it's got to be better than cow pats,

sheep dips and Hooray Henrys.

You can't be missing the green pastures
of Blighty that much.

No, I think she just misses me.

Just wants to see
my lovely little posterior.

I don't think she fancies loud-mouthed
lousy tossers either, Gary.

- Join us.
- Whoo-oh-oh.

- Why not?
- Yeah! Go, girl!

Down the hatch!

- Ooh!
- Oh! Jesus!

Mmm, I really feel like
one of the boys now.

Oh, yeah? Which one exactly?

Sarah, just say "Gary"

and put him out of his masturbatory
misery once and for all.

Ah, Doug.
I knew you had to be here somewhere.

It's the smell.

As always. Hello, blue eyes.

Yeah, and as always,

Doug is hiding out here on the run
from one of his many wild women.

Gross.

- Another one, halfling?
- Give me that.

So, where's Luke?

- He's, um, recovering, eh, boys?
- Along with Homer.

Recovering from what?

Oh, shit.

You'd best ask Dougie that one.

That will be from a full inhalation
of the weed known as...

Jamaican Black.

So...

Luke managed a proper toke?

- Not bad. For a 13-year-old.
- Yeah.

So, where is he?

He's wasted.

Help yourself.

Hello, little man.

Mmm, haven't you grown.

- Are you feeling okay?
- Mm-hmm.

I heard you took
your first flying lesson.

Maybe.

Homer definitely did, though.

We're calling him Stoner
from now on.

Hello.

Go, Emily!

Why aren't you tucked up in bed
in the house?

Mum and Dad had a big argument.

Well, what was their argument about?

I don't know, Sarah.

Dad shouting about bills,

whether she's having an affair.

Now why don't you go to sleep?
I'll come and get you in the morning.

You promise?

You're not flying off
and leaving us again?

No, I promise.

I'm here for a couple of weeks.

Now, why don't you go to sleep
and I'll take Stoner with me.

Probably could do with some fresh air
to clear his head.

Go. Go on, boy!

I'm not... I'm not lying!

I'm not lying!
I swear on my mother's life.

- Yeah, if you knew who she fucking was.
- Cheeky sod.

Look, look, look, look,
it's where she wanted me to put it.

You know, being the gentleman that I am,
I obliged.

Well, every hole is a goal,
eh, Charlie?

Oh, that is way too much information
about my brother's sex life!

All right, all right, all right.
Let me tell you about this bird I pulled.

You couldn't pull a clay pigeon, Gary.

Julia is her name.
She works down at the G&D.

Oh, yeah, is that the one
with the moustache, yeah, Gary?

No, no, no.
The, uh, pre-op tranny, actually.

Fuck off, right.
She's a right cracker, I'm telling you.

I'm telling you, mates!

She got an ass to die for!
Huge tits like you've never seen, man!

- My God.
- Sorry, Sarah.

- I don't mean anything.
- What do you mean?

- I was just...
- What's wrong with my tits?

They are just not as nice as mine.

No, no, no.
I'm sorry about my language.

- Your tits are fine. They are really...
- Oh, yeah?

They are really quite nice.

Um, obviously, I'd have to compare
yours and Emily's side by side.

- Gary, Gary, Gary.
- Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Okay, so we're in the pub,

and, uh, we got chatting,
you know, like you do.

And I asked her if she wanted
to see my new motor.

So we pile it on in.

Before I got a chance, mate,
woof, mate, zip down!

She is off! And todger out!

- Hers?
- Mine, you prick, not hers, Stephen!

And literally, away we go!

All right.

So you are saying on record

that you are no longer
the virgin we all know and mock?

Fuck am I a virgin!

We did it right there in the car
in the back of the George and Dragon!

- Oh!
- Thank you.

I get it now.

So you shagged George's dragon
of a barmaid.

Gary spiked the peroxide blonde
with his little Lancelot.

- Yeah, fuck off, you sarcastic twat!
- He got you.

At least I'm not fucking
Doug's sloppy seconds.

Whatever.

Excuse me, I need to go pee.

I said, whatever!

Such a prick, Gary.

Hold on, Emily. Oh, fuck.

Here we go, the girls are going
to their little reunion.

Can I tape it?

Oh, what?

Can't a friend have a wee in private?

I just wanted to see if you were okay.

I'm fine.

So, how have you been?

I see there has been a new development.

Ah, so that's why you're here.

Oh, come on.
How long have you and Stephen been?

A couple of weeks, if you must know.

And before you start, we have a laugh,
he's good-looking.

He's got a brain.
He knows what he's doing down there.

Oh, and he returns my calls.
Quite important, that last one, Sarah.

I'm sorry, I've been busy
setting up my life over there.

I sent you an email.

Yeah, well, Stephen told me
you were coming home, so...

I thought I'd surprise you
with everything.

Will you sod off,
because you know that I can't...

Wee when someone else

- is in the same room as you.
- Yes.

- You always were a weirdo.
- And you always were a cow.

Doug, mate, it's bang out of order
what she did to your phone.

That's right.

Even for a fucking care-in-the-community
job like that.

She is barking mad, man!

Pass the joint.

I assume your interrogation
of my girlfriend went well.

So I reckon it's your turn.

For what, Stephen?

To share your sexual experiences.

It should shed some light
on how you landed that plum job

in the US, eh, halfling?

No thanks, halfwit.

You know, Sarah, for the past eight months

you've done a spectacular job
of maintaining radio silence.

What with all the arguments,
talks of separation,

divorce, et cetera, et cetera.

Well, that's not fair.
I've been working hard.

And hiding even harder.

If anyone is hiding, Stephen, it's you.

So, when are you planning
on getting a job?

Or is it nice and cosy up here?
The king of your little castle.

That's enough, you two.

And why the hell hasn't anyone
been telling me what's going on?

Yeah, this isn't the time or the place.

Daddy...
That's step daddy to you, by the way,

thinks that Mummy has a fancy man.

And she's paying lover boy's
astronomical fucking rent

to add insult to injury.

I mean, just think of all that much-needed
money mummy dearest is blowing.

I wonder where she really is tonight.

Bullshit.

There has to be another explanation.

Yeah, sure, that would be the head-sand,
buried-in kind of explanation.

Nice one, dickhead.

Storm plus our decrepit house
equals power fuck-up.

As always, eh?

- Okay?
- Okay.

Well, get a tossing move on, you lot!

We need more beer and fags.

I'm organising a raiding party.

You at the back can grab
the stash of booze under my bed.

- It's an emergency, after all.
- Yeah.

You can get the candles
from the utility room.

You should be able to manage that.

- And you...
- Was wondering who put you in charge,

to do whatever he wants.

Right. And you?

Should really get Luke
back to his bedroom.

No, leave him to sleep it off.

Sorry. He kind of helped himself.

Anyway, as I was saying.

Charlie, you can get
your secret stash of ciggies.

If I'm sacrificing my booze,
it's the least you can do.

How the hell do you know about them?

Because I'm your older brother.
It's my job to know.

You're his little brother, from what
I've been hearing from the local sheep.

And you...

can use your imagination about
what we will be doing upstairs.

Who the fuck
left the door open? Oi!

What about replacement fuses?

I will ask Dad before I launch
my raid on this fine wench here.

He's asleep.

- I should care, because?
- Stephen, we need the torch!

- All right, all right.
- Hurry, huh?

Watch out, watch out.

Lead the way, sir!

What an inheritance
your father left our mother

when he died all those years ago, eh?

It's more financial abyss than money pit.

- I'll get those candles.
- Don't hurry back, darling.

It's all right, Sarah. It's all right.
I'll go, I'll go. Got fire.

Me, alpha male.

All right? All right? I'll see you.
I wouldn't mind bedding you.

Gotcha!

You shouldn't cry wolf, Gary.

Right, you've got your orders, you lot.
You, stick with me.

What's that?

It's haystack-needles, huh?

Stephen?

Stephen!

That's your dad's room.
Oh, my God.

Dad, are you awake?

No.

Father?

Oh! Oh!

I want to go now.

I don't want to be here anymore!
I want to go!

Oh, for fuck's sake.

What the fuck happened here?

Stoner?

Emily.

Stoner?

Emily, come here now!

Close the door!

What the fuck's going on?

- Stoner's dead, man!
- Gary!

- Gary! Gary, hide!
- Gary, get the fuck out of here now!

- Run!
- What are you fuckers doing up there?

- Hide!
- What the fuck's going on?

Stephen, you fucker!

Gary! Gary!

What the fuck?

Come on!

Now what?

Help me!

That door's not going to hold!

Oh! Oh, Charlie, get up there
and pull us up!

- Go, Charlie! Please hurry up!
- Hurry up! Hurry!

- Do it!
- Hurry up, Charlie!

Hurry up, Charlie! Go!

- Hurry up!
- Please, Charlie!

Go! Go!

- Doug.
- Come on.

Oh, God.

Dad.

Quieter.

What are we going to do?

We need to get help.

How do you suggest we do that, Sarah?

Keep your voice down, Stephen.

Anyone got a mobile on them?

Mine's in my bag, downstairs on the piano.

And you, Stephen? Where's yours?

Oh, no, no, no, no. F...

- Emily?
- No.

- Doug?
- Ruined in the pub, remember?

I haven't got one, either.

Anyone got a carrier pigeon?

Look, we're going to stay here
and wait for help.

Wait.
Stephen, what about the gun?

I didn't lock the cabinet
after shooting last week.

Darling, there is nothing
I would like more than to blow

that fucking thing's head off.

But to get the gun,
we need to go down there first.

Does anyone want to volunteer?

Look, we're going to stay here
and wait for help, okay?

- We can't.
- Why is that, precisely, Sarah?

Luke.

He might wake up.

And then there's Mum.
She could come back home.

- Doubtful.
- Excuse me, Stephen,

but do you know when that thing's
going to clear off exactly?

Do you have its fucking itinerary
with you?

What was that thing, anyway?

What was it?

A ra... a rabid dog? God knows.

Oh, come on.
You saw its size and its strength.

No dog, rabid or otherwise,
could do that to a solid oak door

and not crack its skull in the process.

So, how precisely do dogs
react to rabies, Stephen?

Maybe it's like those drugged-up addicts
you hear about turn psychotic

and take on the strength of ten men.

Maybe it's the same
with animals and rabies.

Yes, that's it, Charlie. Well done.

Maybe it did crack its skull open and it's
lying there right now bleeding to death.

Do you wanna go and check, Doug,
end up like my father?

There's a phone in Mum and...

Dad's room.

If we could get to it somehow.

Halfling, just do us all a favour
and shut up.

Luke's so stoned, he'll stay asleep.

He's safe.

Would you bet his life on that, Stephen?

Sarah, going for the phone's
a good idea, but...

Guys! You guys.

Look.

Where does that go?

That could be a way.

I should be doing this.
You know that, don't you?

Equal rights and all that.

Come on.

I'm stronger, quicker.

That's why we need you to go
to the other end if this is going to work.

And you're right.

You are stronger.

I can't see him like that again, Charlie.

Private Doug reporting for duty.

I'm prepared to replace the lady,
if required.

Can't ask you to do that, private.
We need your muscles.

Keep an eye on my sis.

But keep your hands off.

And if you hear anything, Charlie,
don't come for me.

Make that call.

And Sarah...

good luck.

This is a fucking dumb idea.
You do know that, don't you?

Have you got any better ones, Stephen?

Now, Charlie! Now!

Well, here goes nothing.

No, Charlie, don't.

Don't do it, Charlie. Don't.

There's no other way.

Char...

Get a move on.

Come and get me!

Come on!

Come and get me, you fucker!
I'm here, goddamn it!

Come on!

Wait. It stopped.

Please answer.

- Come on.
- Let go.

What the fuck are you doing?

Let go.

Emergency services.

There's some kind of wild animal
loose in our house.

- I'm sorry, sir. I can't...
- It's killed our father!

Charlie? Charlie!

Could you tell me
the exact address?

Crowhurst Hall.

Charlie!

Doug, Doug, Doug!

Grab on!

Shut the fuck up!
Storm's over, dogs and bitches.

Nothing to worry about.

Bugger.

Evening, officer. Lost your way, I hope.

No, McRae, I need you to get your gear
and come with me.

Any reason for dragging me out
on a pisshole of an evening like this?

We had a call.
Wild animal's loose up at Crowhurst Hall.

- Probably a hoax.
- Eh.

Usual rates then, time and a half.

That's between you
and the accounts department.

Look, just get your stuff
and let's get moving.

Hey, not in here.

Pardon me, Officer May.

Consider yourself lucky.
I have to pay for those things.

It's okay.

I told you it was a bad idea.

Why Charlie listened to you,
God only knows.

Stephen, shut up.
It might hear us.

I'm guessing it knows
we're up here by now.

I don't remember
you being quite such a fuckwit.

Is that something that happens
to people when they go to America?

All rational thought
just curls up and dies?

And just who was it
who shrieked back there?

I was wrong about you before, Stephen.

You're not the king of your castle.
You're just the village fucking idiot!

Fuck you, sis.

Fuck you.

You can't blame me
for what it did to Charlie.

Back off, all right?
This isn't helping.

Oh, okay. Sorry, Doug.

I'll tell you what,
me and Emily will leave you

to sniff around my half-sister's knickers.

You are such an asshole.
You know that?

Does anyone know
if Charlie got to the phone?

And made the call?

How are we meant to know that?

I can't be certain,
but I think I heard him whispering.

Yeah, pleading for his life.

Wait, what are you doing?
Where are you going?

I'm not staying here
with these two fucks.

Good luck, Doug.

Enjoy paddling around the shallow
end of the family gene pool.

Stephen.

If you haven't already, that is.

Stephen, no.

Uh, Sarah, I'm sorry.

Stephen, wait!

He's wrong.

What about?

Me getting my brother killed?

Or me being the shallow end
of the gene pool?

He's wrong.

Okay?

Stephen, I don't like this.

Hurry up.

Stephen, what are these?

They're not mine.
They... they were Charlie's.

Stephen, wait!

- Do we need that thing on quite so loud?
- No.

And do we really need the siren?
It's not exactly rush hour, is it?

Have you heard the phrase,
"wasting police time", McRae?

- Anything?
- No.

Nothing.

Let me have a go.

Oh, careful.

Stay on solid wood
or you'll go straight through.

Thanks. How's your ankle?

I'll live.

Keep looking.

Nothing this end, either.

Where the hell is it?

Oh, shit. You scared the hell out of me.

Sorry.

You okay?

What are you doing?

Looking for trouble.

So you've seen the light and wondering
what the hell you're doing

with my brother?

He's under a lot of stress.
He's doing his best.

We're all under a lot
of stress here, Emily.

I'll assume stress is affecting
your loyalty, shall I?

Loyalty?

Do you have any idea what it's been like
for me in this shithole

without my best friend?

- Calm down, Emily.
- No!

There's been no cushy job for me
courtesy of mummy's PR contracts.

I've been here by myself.

At least Stephen's given me
a reason to get out of bed.

You mean in bed.

- Girls, come on.
- Oh, please.

Emily, is shagging my brother

actually your pathetic way
of getting back at me?

What?

Do you have any self-respect left
in that slutty persona you've created?

Sarah, you need to stop that
right now, okay?

Defending
your sloppy seconds, are you?

Perhaps you and Stephen have a lot
more in common than you care to admit.

Me and Stephen have decided
to go for the gun.

How?

That's bloody stupid.

I am sick of explaining myself
to you, Sarah.

Well, if there is a way,
then I'll definitely feel safer

with a shotgun between us and it.

See you later.

I'm gonna join the other attic.
I'll be back.

Does that come with any kind of guarantee?

Don't worry.
I come with a lifetime warranty.

Hold that.

Oh, what are they doing down there?

Stephen, I'm stuck.

I can't.

Oi.

Are those really Charlie's?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to mention him.
I'm sorry. Are you okay?

Look at me. Hey.

Are you okay?

I love you.

Stephen, no.

Stephen, it's not the time.

Stephen! You... Stephen!

Stop it.

Stephen!

Guys, something's
moving down there!

- Move. Quick. Quick.
- Guys, get out of there!

- Guys!
- Hurry up, Stephen.

- Mum must've locked it.
- Guys!

- This fucking piece of...
- Stop it! Cut that out!

Shut up! Stop it.

I can hear it on the landing!

- Get out!
- We're out of time.

- Guys, move! Quick!
- Let me see.

- What?
- Here.

It can help us break the lock.

Help me, Stephen.

Just fucking do it, Stephen!

It can't happen. This can't happen.

Stephen, help me.

I can't hold it
much longer!

Club it!

Is it loaded?

Stephen, is it loaded?

I don't know, I... I...

Up there.

Hold this.

For fuck's sake, Stephen!

Stephen?

Stephen?

It's okay, it's okay.

- It's in the room, it's in the room.
- No, it's gone.

- It's in the room.
- It's gone. It's gone.

Oh, God.

- Sarah, I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.

I'm sorry, too.

Emily, we need to get out of here.

Where's Stephen?

Where is he?

Emily, you're okay!

- You son of a fucking bitch!
- It was coming after us, Emily.

- It would've got us.
- Yeah?

- I've got the gun. Look!
- What good is it without these?

You fucker, Stephen! You fucking left me!

- Emily, stop it!
- You're a fucking coward!

Stop it!

Now all of you back off!

- I'll be fine.
- Is anybody hurt?

- We're fine.
- Are you all okay?

You know why?
Because my darling beau here...

taught me how to handle a shotgun...

the other month.

Didn't you?

Wanna know
what your problem is, Stephen?

No?

I didn't think so.

It doesn't surprise me.

- Uh, Emily...
- Back off, Doug!

I'm the one with the shotgun, remember?

- Emily...
- Do not defend your brother.

He doesn't deserve you or me.

You.

You walk around town
with your fucking nose in the air,

thinking you're better than everyone,
including me.

And then that got me thinking.

Why the sudden interest in me
two months ago, Stephen?

Did someone tell you
Sarah was coming home?

Did you think fucking me
would fuck with her head?

Maybe I was only shagging you
to get back at her, anyway.

You'd never admit that, would you?

You know why?

Because you're a spineless
fucking maggot, Stephen!

Fucker!

- Get the fuck away from me!
- So now...

I'm gonna show you what I'm made of.

I'm going down that hatch
and I'm taking this gun.

I'm gonna find that thing

and I'm going to blow
its fucking head off!

Shit.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, God.

Shit!

You ever heard of the phrase
"driver training," May?

Keep pressing down.
It'll stem the flow of blood.

Thanks.

How's your ankle?

It's not as bad as I thought.

It's okay, Stephen.

Let me have a look.

Let me have a look.

Emily... I...

I don't wanna talk about it.

- But what she said, what happened...
- Does it really matter?

- My best friend is dead.
- No.

My stepfather is dead.
One of my brothers is dead.

And you...

You didn't kill them. Understand?

It was that...

creature.

What is that thing down there, Sarah?

Like I said,
does it really matter anymore?

Doug.

I couldn't see the shotgun.

What the hell do we do now?

We get out of here.

How?

There's nowhere else to go... but up.

4x4 drivers are shitty.

- Well?
- The car's dead.

No power, no petrol.

Looks like it's been here quite awhile.
Look at this.

Have a look at the name
and the address on the license.

- Isn't this...
- Precisely.

Where did she go?

Anything?

No, the coast is clear.

What are we gonna do
if we actually make it off the roof?

Is there any way we can
get your Jeep working?

Uh, I'd need to look at it again.

- Well, there's your rental.
- The car's locked.

The keys are in my bag.

Oh, Doug, you could... you could open it.

I love the way you see me, Stephen.

Can you or can't you?

Look, show me a knackered old Escort
and I can start it,

but a modern motor like yours needs time.

That's something we don't have.

I say we get the hell out of here
and worry about it later.

Some plan.

It's a plan, I guess.

The car broke down.
She went off to get help.

Case closed.

You look.

It suits you.

You should rest.

I'm nearly through.

I can't see or hear
a damn thing down there.

You shouldn't be doing that.

You could actually help, McRae.

Two words for you...

Sat nav.

She left her handbag.

- What?
- She left her handbag.

Mmm.

Would Mrs. May ever leave
her handbag anywhere?

- No.
- Maybe the car didn't break down.

Maybe she got out to investigate...

and maybe she didn't come back because...

'Cause this isn't a hoax.

Guys?

We're almost there now.

Thank God.

Right, this road goes on for about a mile.

Hello?

Guys?

Hello?

Gary?

Guys, where are you?

- Dad?
- Luke!

Be quiet!

- Daddy!
- Go to the barn! Quickly!

- Run, Luke! Run!
- Luke, it's Stephen!

Do as your sister says! Do you hear me?

Get out of the house now!

Dad?

Not again.

Dad?

Sarah!

Run, Luke! Run!

Luke, run!

Guys, help him!

Go!

We're leaving! Now!

You're right.

- Here we go.
- Luke! Luke!

- Come on, move, move, move! Go!
- Go!

- Come on.
- Hurry up!

- That way, Luke! That way!
- What?

Hurry up!

We'll get through! Hurry up! Come on!

Come on!

- Come on, let's go!
- Move, Luke.

- Luke, go!
- Go, go, go! Let's go!

Go. Okay, okay, okay. Now hide.

Where the hell is it?

It's just a few hundred yards now.

Should be just behind
that clump of trees on the right.

- About bloody time.
- When we get there...

You make sure you give me time
to get geared up.

You okay?

Fine.

Where's Dad? Where's Charlie?

They didn't make it. I'm sorry.

- Come on.
- We can't stay up here.

You got a better idea? Huh?

Look!

Charlie got through.

Let's go.

Get your gear.

Wait a minute.
I told you to let me get geared up...

Fucking idiot.

- Come on. Come to me.
- Okay, come on.

Just shoot the bastard, McRae.

Okay.

They can sue me later.

- Fuck!
- Help me, Stephen!

- Can you walk?
- You mean I actually have a choice?

What the fuck?

Oh, shit!

- Wait. Wait.
- Why?

- They're dead.
- What? What is it?

They're dead.

We're fucked.

We can go in the motherfucking police car!

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Oh, fuck.

Hello?

Hello?

What the fuck is she doing?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Come on. Come on.

- Let's go. Let's go.
- No.

- Now, now, now.
- Come on.

Okay.

What's that?

Stephen, can you fix the Jeep?

Stephen?

Need any help?

Why don't you just fuck off, Douglas?

Doug, can you take Luke to the loft?

Hon?

Go with Doug.

We're gonna hide out here.
If we stay really quiet...

Don't leave.

I bet Stephen can get the Jeep started
and we'll be out of here, okay?

Come on.

Go on.

It's okay. I promise.

Please tell me you can get
the Jeep going, Stephen.

Please.

I think you, me and Luke
are the only ones left in this family.

You need to look at this.

Did you hear me, Stephen?

It can't be fixed.

How can you be so certain?

Because the part we need...

is in the boot of Mother's car.

I should've let all her tires down.

The cheating bitch.

What did you say?

I let one of her tires down
before going to the pub.

Tried to stop her from seeing
her fancy man.

Skanky bitch.

Oh, I wish I'd been there
to see it.

Luke said she was out in the pouring rain,
desperately trying to change the wheel.

Dad wouldn't help her
and it took her well over an hour.

It sounded fucking hilarious.

What the fuck?

This was in the police car,
Stephen.

If you hadn't delayed her,

she probably would be off
screwing her fancy man by now.

Do you understand, Stephen?

Our mother is probably dead.

And if she is,

then her death is your fault.

You can't put that on me.

If she'd not been going off
to screw her way around Sussex...

You take it fucking back.

It's not my fault if she's dead.

- You take it back.
- No.

You take it fucking back!

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?

Oh, no. You're one of them!

You're one of them!

Oh, no.

What the hell happened? What was that?

Where's Stephen? Jeez.

- He's gone.
- What?

He lost it.

I couldn't stop it.

He was terrified.

I think I might have hurt him, but...

I can't remember anything after he hit me.

He hit you? What the f...

It's too late.

And the Jeep's dead.

My family is...

Oh, Jesus, you're burning up.

You have to promise me
to look after Luke if anything happens.

I promise.

He's all right now. Look.

He's just sleeping.

Jesus. Sarah.

- Sarah.
- No, it's fine.

He's passed out...
Probably that Jamaican Black.

Not here. Not now.

I bet you didn't say that
when you were fucking Emily.

- Sarah.
- You never could control yourself, Doug.

No, Sarah, stop! Jeez.

What's going on?

Nothing, Luke.
We're just planning on... on what to do.

Sarah, what's wrong?

Sarah?

Doug!

Doug! It's Sarah!

- Oh, Jesus. Jesus!
- Doug!

Doug!

Go! Go!

Get away from me!

Where's Stephen?

Sarah!

Get out!

You said you wouldn't leave me, Sarah!

Where can we hide?

Sarah's phone! Sarah's phone!

Why is there so much random shit in here?

Come on, come on!

Hello.
Hello? Hello, sir.

Sir? Sir, please...

Sarah?

Sarah!

Move!

Help me! Help me!

Please help!

Get in the car. Lock the doors.

Get in the car and lock the doors!

Sarah?

Sarah?
Please, please, please, listen to me.

Listen to me, please. Please listen to me!

I can get Luke out of here.
I swear to God I can get Luke out of here.

Luke. I can get Luke out of here.

I swear to God.
Please, if you let me go, I...

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Ah! Mum!

Oh, no.

Luke?

Luke?

Luke!

Luke.

Please open the door, Luke. Please!

We go where Mum
needed to go last night,

somewhere she couldn't hurt anyone
when she...

changed.

Somewhere safe.