Original subtitles

This motherfucker, he comes in here

and he sticks a Taser in my face, and he said he was gonna kill me

unless I gave him the rest of the food and water.

Then he... he goes for the gun. I caught him off guard.

Then we started fighting over the gun and it went off.

(Panting)

- It went off? - Yeah, it just went off.

And that's it.

It was self-defense.

It was...

- It was self-defense. - Eva: Stop!

- Get off me! - Bobby, get him!

It was self-defense, motherfucker!

Josh: Adrien, help me!

Sam, get his legs! Get his legs!

- Get his legs! - Get off, motherfucker!

- Eva, get the gun! - Get off!

- Hold on to him! - Get off me!

(clanking)

(groans)

Sam: It's a combination lock. It won't work.

It's a combination lock.

Somebody wake him up.

You know what I think?

I think we should kill the maniac right now.

- Eva: Jesus, Bobby. - Hey, Mickey.

(laughs) - All right, let's fucking do it.

Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.

Let's get civilized about this, please.

(Grunting) - Come on. Josh?

You saw what he did to Delvin. Huh? The guy's a whack-job.

He has been fucking with us since the first...

You know what? Give me the gun.

Give me the gun. Eva.

You don't even know what happened.

- Give me the gun. - Let's get to the bottom of this first.

- What are you doing? You bitch! - Josh.

- What if those guys come back, huh? - Josh, come on.

Get the fuck out of my way. Fuck.

We need the fucking combination, Mickey.

The combination.

- Aah! - What is the combination?

(groans)

Sam.

What's behind that door? Put his head forward.

- Aah! - What's behind that door?

- What's behind that door? - You're gonna die.

- You're all gonna die. - Huh?

I'll never give you the combination.

Go get the knife.

- No? - I don't care what you do to me!

You can kill me! I don't care if I die!

- You don't care if you die? - No! I kind of want it.

- Aah! - Huh? You want to die?

As long as I'm strapped in this chair, I'm stronger than you.

You're never gonna get that combination from me.

- Never! - No?

And I will starve to death. Will you?

- Bobby! - Give me the fucking combination,

Mickey, or I'll slice you from ear to ear.

- You hear me? - Stop!

- You're so fucking dead. - No! Get off of me, you faggot!

Get off of me, you faggot! I'll starve to death.

Eva: Put the knife down, you guys, please.

You shouldn't have thrown the gun down the toilet, Eva.

- Fuckers! Fuckers! - Sam: Come on, Josh, think about it.

- What's the combination? - Fuck you!

- Put down the knife. - Yeah, do it.

- Eva: Josh, no! - What's the combination?

- Eva: Put down the knife. - Do it! Do it!

Josh, no!

- Stop! - What's the...

Let her go, Josh. Let her go. Let her go.

I don't know why you wanna fight, boy.

Okay, okay, Josh. Josh, look at me.

- Look at me. - Stop it, Josh!

- I'll cut that pretty neck of yours. - Fuck you!

- Keep the fuck back! - Look at me, Josh. Look at me.

I think it would be a better idea

before we torture someone, you let your anger pass.

If I have to calm down and rationalize this,

I don't know if I'll be able to take a knife and cut his fucking fingers off.

- Do it! - No.

Last chance, Mickey.

How about that?

How about that's your last chance, you fuckin'...

(chuckles)

- Go ahead. Do it. - Fucking yuppie.

- Do it. Do it. - Do it. Do it.

- Go ahead. Go ahead. - Do it. Go ahead.

Go ahead and do it! Do it, faggot, do it!

(screaming)

How's that feel, huh? How's that feel?

- How does that fucking feel? (Screaming)

Oh, God.

It's okay. It's okay.

Look at that. Look at that. There it is, huh?

(Screaming) - See how easy that thing came off?

- Hey, Josh, let's do another one. - Another one?

- Yeah. Let's do a thumb. - You want a thumb?

- Nine! - Nine, motherfucker?

- No! - What's the combination?

Mickey, give him the combination, please!

Okay. Okay.

- Nine. - Nine. Come on.

11, then zero, then one.

9-11-0-1. Now he's a fucking canary.

That wasn't so hard, was it, Mickey?

Go get the door open.

9-11-0-1. Go.

Just fucking go!

Mickey: You faggots!

Faggot, you'll never amount to anything.

What are you looking at? What are you looking at?

(Spitting)

You're a fucking coward!

- Coward! - Nice souvenir, huh?

- Yeah. - You fucking cowards!

Hey, Mickey, I got you in my pocket now.

Oh, that's funny.

You're real funny, you stupid shit.

A fucking brain the size of a fucking pea, you fucking idiot.

You red-headed stepchild. And you, you fuck!

You're a fucking coward, man.

Fuck you!

(groaning)

Marilyn: Mickey.

Mickey.

Mickey.

Won't you play with me?

Bobby: Ooh, they got beans.

Josh: See, I told you he was holding out on us.

We should still kill him.

Shut up, Bobby.

What did you find?

Nothing.

Hey, Mickey.

You want to see a magic trick?

(laughing)

(moans)

Now you're not alone.

You fucking missed.

You missed.

You want it, Sam?

Bobby: Oh, my God.

Josh: Oh, God damn it.

That's disgusting.

Marilyn.

(Thuds) - Don't waste that, Marilyn.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - Clean yourself up.

Let me massage you.

No, it just... it hurts.

- All right? Just... - I can make you feel better.

No, just... just stay off me, all right?

Eva: Marilyn, I don't think he wants to be touched.

You stink, okay? Just stay off me.

I said get off of me!

Stay.

Stay.

Josh: Marilyn, why don't you put some clothes on?

That filthy nightie is disgusting. I can't even eat.

(laughs)

Well, thanks, Sam.

Now why don't you go over there and suck on his dick?

You should suck his dick because we all know

that he's not getting any at home.

What, Sam, her pussy like the fucking Sahara or something?

All right, Josh, let it go.

Marilyn, let me ask you a question.

Why is it that old women can't age gracefully?

Your tits are at your waist.

Someone pulled the ripcord on your inflatable ass.

And your skin is like fucking sand...

- Josh, leave her alone. - Stay out of it!

- I'm not a child. - Bobby: No, she's not.

But I like that.

Stop it.

Oh, what?

Yeah. Oh, you, too, Sam?

Yeah, go fetch her, boy.

(Coughing) (Bobby barking)

(Marilyn giggles)

(yipping)

(sobbing)

(Eva screams)

Eva.

- Eva. (Sobbing)

- I can't stand it in here. - Shh.

It's okay. It's okay.

Sam.

- Sam. - Come on, Eva.

- Sam, please stop. Please stop. - Please, please, please.

- Sam, just go away. - Please, please.

- Sam, stop it. - Eva, please.

Sam, get off of me!

(Marilyn grunting. Moaning)

(Bobby murmuring)

Josh, do I look like a space alien? Huh?

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now

and at the hour of our death.

(grunting)

(Marilyn screaming)

Hey.

Yeah?

How about a drink?

Sure.

- Thanks. - Yeah.

Cheers.

Thank you.

I should go.

Yeah.

(sighs)

Liz?

Liz?

Liz?

(Sobbing) I'm so sorry about everything.

Come on, you motherfuckers!

Come and get me! I got nine more fingers for you!

(Humming)

Bobby: Hey, Marilyn.

- It's gonna be okay. - Where are you, baby?

- It's gonna be okay. - Bring back that sweet ass.

- You stay with us. Don't worry. - Marilyn.

- You stay with us. - Oh, there she is.

- She got off the leash again. - Eva: It's okay.

Marilyn. Marilyn. Come back to bed.

She's gonna stay in here with us, all right?

Josh, let her stay in here.

- Marilyn. (Screams) No!

Sam: Come on, let her go. Let her go.

- Let her go! - Eva, she's yours.

Marilyn! Marilyn!

- Let her go! - Eva, wait, wait.

- Let her go! - Wait, let it go.

Aah! Fuck!

- It's okay. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Adrien: It's okay. I'm fine.

Sorry to interrupt.

You guys have to Mickey-sit.

And Josh would like to see you alone.

This looked like your size.

What do you want, Josh?

Decided you should ration your own food and water.

Is this for the three of us?

No, two. Mickey's fasting.

Okay.

Of course, Eva, if you want more, I'm open to barter.

No?

Maybe I'll just take this back.

What's going on?

I'm rationing the supplies.

Yeah, well, Josh, they're the group's supplies.

It's not your call.

Well, groups break down into self-interest during times of scarcity.

And someone needs to make the tough decisions

during times of war.

(laughs) It's in the DVDs.

So what's next, huh?

You cutoff Bobby?

Then me?

Bro...

there is only us.

Let's do it again.

(groans)

Oh, God, more. More.

- I have to ration it. - Ration your end.

This is our end. This is what Josh gave us.

Get me out of this chair.

You held out on us, Mickey.

I was gonna tell you about the food.

But first I had to make sure that when this supply ran low,

who I could trust and who would go bad.

Eva, come here.

- Come here. Eva. - What?

Come here.

There's something in the storage room they don't know about.

- What? - It's a gun.

Sam.

You have to do something.

What the fuck are you talking about?

He told me there's another gun.

He's a compulsive liar

and a fucking murderer.

If you won't help me, I'll do it alone, Sam.

What are you gonna do when you find that fictional gun?

Are you gonna kill them?

We can't provoke them.

I can talk some sense into them. Yeah.

I was a fucking lawyer, remember?

I was a fucking... (sobbing)

Sam, wake up.

You were nothing, just a fucking drug addict living on the streets.

So don't you dare to tell me to wake up.

(Stifled sobs)

Josh: You got to be a cowboy. Cowboys touch penises.

- Do it. Do it. - No, no.

- I'm not gonna touch it. - Touch it.

- No way. - He doesn't want to touch it.

- He doesn't want to do it. - Do that other thing.

- The big one? - The big one.

(Barks) - What did I just say?

- The little one. - But you said...

Little dog.

The little one.

The little one is a...

(yipping)

The little one choking. The little one choking.

(Coughs) - Give him a treat.

All right, here we go.

- Eva beaver. - Wow.

- Come on in. - No, I just need to talk to Sam.

Well, we're in the middle of a game here.

Sam, I need to talk to you.

- I haven't finished yet. - He hasn't finished.

Oh, don't worry about Marilyn. She's zoned out.

You know what? You should play.

Yeah, come on. Come on in.

I insist.

There we go. There we go.

Get her a drink, Sancho.

Thank you, maître d'.

So, Eva...

truth or dare?

I'm not gonna play.

You're gonna play 'cause you're sitting at my fucking table.

How about we play for food and water?

So come on.

Truth or dare?

Truth.

- Do you love Sam? (Bobby gasps)

- Good question. - Come on.

There's no getting out of this one, Eva.

Do you love Sammy?

Yes.

Ooh, congratulations, Sam.

And my brother?

You already asked your question.

Bobby: That is true, Josh. Those are the rules.

- That's true. - Fuck, she got me, man.

- Mm-hmm. - Okay, um...

It's your turn to ask. So come on.

Ask a question. It's your turn.

Come on, just say,

"Josh, truth or dare?."

Ask a question.

Okay, dare. No, truth.

Last time I said dare, Bobby wanted me

to eat Mickey's finger.

- You're a sick fuck. (Sam laughing)

Fucking disgusting. So come on, ask a question.

(Blowing tone on bottle)

Ask a fucking question.

(Blows tone)

- Ask a fucking question! - Did you enjoy torturing Mickey?

No.

I did what had to be done.

But what have you done for us?

Huh?

- Come on, Josh. - Okay, fuck it, Sam.

What's up? You want a turn? Truth or dare?

Dare. Go cut up Delvin's body.

(laughs)

Josh: Come on, Sammy. Circle of truth.

You accepted the dare, Sammy. Time to follow through.

- I'm not cutting anyone. - Do it.

Don't be such a chickenshit. Huh?

Do it.

- Stop. - Do it.

- You got a penis, Sam? - I'm not cutting anyone.

- Do it. - Eva: Bobby, stop it.

- Stop it, Bobby. - Do it.

Eva, how can you be engaged to such a pussy?

- Stop it, Bobby. - Do it! Do it!

- Do it! - Stop it!

Atta boy.

Sam, sit down. Sam, sit down.

Sam, don't!

Sam, don't.

Sam: Help me.

Sam, don't. You don't have to prove yourself.

- You don't have to do this. - All right, Sam, now remember,

it's just like chopping lumber, but not.

All right, knock yourself out.

Go for it.

- Hold it high. - No.

(Whimpering) - Don't.

Come on.

- You fucking pussy. - Why don't you do it, Bobby?

You love chopping up people. Why don't you do it?

Well, you see, I've already cut up a body.

- Give me a kiss. Right here. - Whoo!

I think we know who the man of the house is.

- Get the fuck... get off me. - Robert.

- Get off me. - Get the ax.

- Sam: No, no, no, no, I can do it! - You're gonna cut him up.

- Josh, don't! (Screaming) What are you doing?

Do it or I break his arms.

Come on.

(screaming)

- Do it! Do it! - Do it.

- Do it! Do it! - Do it!

(Chanting) Do it! Do it! Do it!

(whimpering)

(screaming)

(coughing)

(clippers buzzing)

Who's next?

Bobby.

So how's a little bit off the top?

You ready?

Okay.

(Josh coughing)

(spits)

Look at us, huh? Look at us.

- Yeah. - We're the same.

The same.

You're my brother now.

Where's the gun?

Get me out of this chair.

(Scoffs)

It's in a red coffee can

in the panic room.

I never said I'd untie you.

You'll do the right thing.

Eva.

There's another way out.

- What? - Through the septics.

But you're gonna be swimming through a whole lot of god-awful shit.

(Bobby coughing)

You know it's in the hair?

It's in the hair.

What's the going rate on a bottle of water, Sancho?

Got to be some infidelity for sure.

- Yeah. - No.

Stop. Stop.

She sounds like a racehorse, Robert.

I'll bet she goes off like one, too.

- Please. - Don't spoil it.

- Please, not like this. - Not like what?

(Sobs)

- Robert. - What?

- Get lost. - I thought we could share this one.

Oh, God.

It's in the hair.

She just broke.

Hey.

- What happened? - Marilyn's dead.

They killed her.

You Okay?

Sam: What are you doing?

You have to get the gun. In the panic room.

- Where? - In the red coffee can.

- Hey, assholes. - Oh, God.

You're supposed to keep the batteries charged.

We're trying to watch a movie.

Yes, Bobby, but it just died.

- All of a sudden. - What the fuck, Sam?

It just died? What the fuck?

Store's closed.

Not here. Not here.

Not here, please.

Please.

Come with me.

Come with me.

This is your fault. You didn't fucking charge the battery.

- Sorry. Yeah, yeah, well... - Oh, shit.

Why do you look so nervous, Sam? Huh? Go do something.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Bobby. You're right.

You're right. I'm sorry.

- Where are you going? - I need to go to the toilet.

I'm sorry, Bobby. You're right.

Wait. Wait.

Why don't you just slow down?

Oh, bitte. Oh, bitte.

Oh, bitte. Oh, bitte.

Oh, bitte.

(whimpers)

- What are you doing, Sam? (Gasps)

Well, you said you were going to the bathroom.

The bathroom's down the hall and to the left.

I'm just starving, Bobby.

I need something to eat.

Okay.

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

You know, I'm standing here and you're standing there,

and we're both thinking the same thing, aren't we?

What?

Mickey: Please, get me out of this chair.

Get me out of this chair. Get me out of this chair.

(Groaning) Please, get me out of this chair.

Are you my friend, Sam?

Yes, I'm your friend. What... what are you doing, Bobby?

Will you be my Sancho, Sam?

- Your what? - My Sancho.

- Sancho Panza? - Sure.

What? Sure. Yes, I'll be your Sancho...

Say please. Pussy.

Pussy?

- Please. - Please.

- Pussy. - Pussy.

- Pussy. - Pussy.

- Please, pussy. - Please.

- Pretty please, pussy. - Pretty please.

- Pussy. Not just pussy. - Pussy.

- Pussy. Pussy. - Pussy. Pussy.

(Gag;)

Now say it in French.

(Speaks French)

I don't know what you just said, but that sounded sexy as fuck.

- Now suck my dick. - What?

- Suck my dick. Suck my dick. - What? No.

- Suck my dick! - No, no, no!

Come on, Bobby. Come on, Bobby.

- Bobby, come on. - Suck it.

- Bobby. Bobby, come on. - Suck my dick.

- Suck my dick. - Bobby!

(Clippers buzzing) - Bobby. Stop! Ah!

(Screams) Stop it!

Stop!

(screaming)

(clippers clatter)

I'm just fucking with you, Sam.

Yeah, we changed the combination two weeks ago.

(dial clicking)

Open sesame.

I don't think we have croissants.

I know how you Frenchies love that shit.

But I'll find you something.

Wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I don't want to just fuck you. Wait, wait, please.

You were right about Sam.

Sam's not a real man like you. You're right.

I need a real man.

(Panting)

What are you doing?

I want to touch you.

I just want to touch you.

What, I said, are you doing?

- What are you doing? - I just wanted to touch your skin.

(grunts)

- You want some apricots? - Apricots are for faggots.

I like apricots.

(flies buzzing)

You know, Sam, you really blew it big time.

You know, I knew Josh would tap that ass.

You really blew it.

What the fuck are you doing, Sam?

Shh.

Shut up.

Shh.

- Josh! - Shut up!

- All right. - Stand up.

Stand up.

Now march.

Come on, Sam.

(grunting)

(Josh screaming)

(screams) No!

I'll fucking kill you!

Get off! Get off her!

Get off of her! Run, run!

I've got the gun.

- I've got the gun. - Sam.

I've got a gun! I've got a gun.

Come on, Sam. If you shoot me, you're gonna have to cut me up.

Sam, keep the gun on Bobby.

You'll never do it, pussy.

- Come on, shoot me. - Sam!

Shoot me. Come on, shoot me.

- Shoot me! - Keep the gun on Bobby.

- Sam, I'm on your side. - You'll never do it, pussy.

- Sam, give the gun to Adrien. - I'm on your side.

- Josh: Shoot me! - Give the gun to Adrien.

- Sam, give me the gun. - Sam, give the gun to Adrien.

- Shoot me. - Give the gun to Adrien.

- What? - Give the gun to Adrien.

- Okay, I'm on your side. - Fucking shoot me.

Damn it, I'm on your side. Give me the gun.

- Shoot me! - Give me the gun, Sam.

- Shoot me! - Give it to Adrien!

- Sam! (Gunshot)

Sam: No! No!

(Gasping)

(crunches)

Fucking do him. Fucking do him.

Fucking do him. Huh? Fucking do him.

Come on, you fucking pussy. Fucking do him.

You gonna puss out on me now? Do it!

Come on, cunt. Fucking do it.

- Fucking do it. (Groaning)

Do him.

(Eva screams)

(gurgling)

(grunts)

Come on. Come on, buddy boy.

Hey. HEY...

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

Mickey: Eva! Get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

(Screaming) (Gunshot)

(grunts)

(groaning)

Are you proud of yourself?

(Shouting)

(screaming)

Sam, come on. That's gasoline.

Eva!

(Pounding)

Eva! Eva!

Open the fucking door!

Eva, come on. Open the fucking door!

Eva! Eva!

- Eva! - Eva!

(crying)

(coughing)

- Eva! - Eva!

- They changed the numbers. - What?

They changed the fucking combination.

What's the new combination?

- What's the new combination? - They didn't tell me.

Eva!

Eva!

Eva.

Don't let us die.

I'm sorry, Eva!

Eva! Eva!

Eva... (whimpering)

Eva!

Eva!

Eva!

(coughing)

(soft music playing)

♪ Time ♪

♪ Has no shore ♪

♪ Beneath the haze ♪

♪ The infinite ♪

♪ Of night arise ♪

♪ Drift away from my plight ♪

♪ The hurt, the blame ♪

♪ Alone from the soul ♪

♪ Here's my existence ♪

♪ The reason to love ♪

♪ Here's my delight ♪

♪ Alone from the soul ♪

♪ Frozen leaves ♪

♪ The holding storm ♪

♪ Over the night ♪

♪ Alone from the soul ♪

♪ Here's my existence ♪

♪ The reason to love ♪

♪ Here's my delight. ♪

(vocalizing)