All language subtitles for NSR LoveIsA DangerousGame 2011

James, try your cell phone again. There
has to be service.

There has to be someone that can help
us.

My cell phone's dead.

I'm afraid there's no one coming to save
us, Elise.

No.

I think this is the end. No.

No, it can't be.

It is.

It is.

There's nowhere to run. There's nowhere
to hide.

We're doomed.

Look.

This is the last day I have to spend on
Earth.

Glad it was spent with you.

And it makes it all worth it, just
knowing that I got to spend it next to

beauty.

And, Shane, make love to me as if it
really is our last day on earth.

Sadly, at least, I think it just might
be.

Oh,

my God.

The aftermath of their lovemaking, Elise
and Jane cling to one another in quiet

desperation as they wait for the cold
blanket of death to come.

This dark room that they had once viewed
as their only salvation would soon

become their final resting place.

God, he's amazing.

What college did you say you went to?

Brown.

What year did you graduate?

2009.

Of course.

What do you mean, of course?

Bonnie, you're a smart girl.

You attended an Ivy League college,
interned at one of the top newspapers in

nation, have a 300 -page memoir about
your life.

You don't know a dick about life.

What? You're 23 years old. Write about
what you know, which is pretty much

nothing. It's not nothing.

Listen, Bonnie.

Go out and live life a little bit.

Make mistakes.

Fuck up. Fuck people.

Fuck lots and lots of people for all I
care. And then come into my office and

give me something I could actually
publish.

In the meantime, stop wasting my time.

A memoir.

She wrote a goddamn 300 -page memoir
about her life.

What the fuck does a 23 -year -old know
about life?

So how's that little story you're
working on coming along?

Well, it's not, which is why I'm here.

Continue. I want to try my hand at
horror.

Excuse me? For some reason I thought I
heard you say a horror novel.

I did.

Paulina, you've been writing children's
books for six years.

Yeah. And now you want to write a horror
novel.

Yeah.

Are you having some sort of midlife
crisis or something?

What? No.

Besides, don't you have to actually be
midlife to have a midlife crisis?

You're 35 and you're not married. I call
that a crisis.

I am 30, and that is not a crisis. You
write children's books, Paulina. I can't

market you as an ex -Wes Mueller.

Why not?

Because you made Molly, the magical
meerkat series, for Christ's sake.

I know, and I am so sick of it.

You don't have an adult following.

Half of them still crap their pants, for
Christ's sake. Just give me a chance.

I'll finish the last installment of
Molly the Magical Meerkat, and then I

want a small break. A chance. Just a
shot at writing an adult horror novel,

please. You can market me as a new
writer, and I can even change my name.

All right.

But I'm giving you no advance, and
you're going to get paid purely based on

sales. Deal.

But remember, if this doesn't work out,
Paulina, your ass is grass.

And I'm a lawnmower.

Okay.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Starting over is career suicide.

You have a good thing going.

Don't ruin it. I'm sorry, but Molly the
Magical Meerkat series isn't exactly

motivating me anymore.

Molly the Magical Meerkat pays for your
mortgage, pays for your Mercedes.

Motivation alone.

Uh, no. It's really not.

And Murder and Mayhem is?

Please get off this Wes Mueller
bandwagon. His stuff is offensive.

His stuff is amazing.

Maybe to people with no class.

How would you even know? You said you
don't read his stuff.

We've read an article or two in the
Reader's Digest.

Oh, people still read the Reader's
Digest.

Mueller's a talentless hack.

I mean, you don't have to have talent to
write a psychotic character when you

are psychotic. He's not psychotic.

He writes about people getting
decapitated in sewers, Paulina.

and growing from them emotionally.

Torture devices of a soul?

That just sounds like a beautiful piece
of literature.

Well, it was a bestseller. And have you
read Stun Gun City?

Or Bullet in the Heart of Hate?

No.

They sound like real winners, though,
Paulina. You know what? Why can't you

just be happy for me? This is what I
want. To be inspired and excited about

something. Not everyone who writes a
horror novel is a nutjob psycho.

Including Wes Mueller.

Hi, is this Wes Mueller?

The telemarketer?

No, I'm actually a fan of yours.

Hello?

Yes.

Please don't hang up.

I'm not a fan of yours.

Well, I am a fan of yours, but I'm also
a writer.

And where are you published? In your
high school newspaper?

No, I wrote this little series called
Molly the Magical Meerkat.

You're kidding.

It's a children's book. I know it's a
children's book. My niece is a huge fan

yours. Oh, well, that's great. I'm kind
of flattered.

Is this really Paulina Connolly I'm
talking to?

Mm -hmm, it is.

You even sound like a children's book
author.

What's that supposed to mean?

What can I do for you?

Well, you see, the thing is, I've been
trying like hell to get a hold of you,

but your phone number's unlisted and I
couldn't find you anywhere, and so I

finally had to pay for your number on
one of those, like, stalker websites.

But I'm not a stalker, I swear.

Hello?

I'm still here.

I'm sorry, I'm not usually this crazy,
but I just, I'm having a really hard

writing my first novel.

All right. How can I help you?

Really? Yeah, you paid for my number.
It's the least I could do.

Well, I actually have a list of
questions.

So, when do I get to meet the elusive
Paulina Connelly?

You're talking to him on the phone?

Yes.

But you hate the phone.

I know, but I like talking to him. He's
kind of funny.

You don't talk to me on the phone. I
know. You're not that funny.

Oh, my God.

You're falling for Wes Mueller.

No. It's just a writer thing.

He's just helping me with the new
process of writing horror.

When it's all done, I'll probably never
hear from him again.

Hello?

I'm watching you.

What? I'm kidding.

So are we still going to meet up for
drinks tomorrow?

Oh, of course.

Let me call you back in a bit, though.
I'm having dinner with my sister and her

husband.

Who was that?

That was him, actually.

That was kind of weird.

Speak of the devil.

No pun intended.

You probably put a tracking device in
your phone. That's what unhinged people

do, you know. He did not implant a
tracking device in my phone, and he's

unhinged person.

What's with all the judgment?

Because he's a sociopath, Paulina. He's
a writer, not a sociopath.

Writers tend to be a bit off.

Oh, Craig.

I think it's time to show Paulina the
article.

Show me what article?

Oh, nothing. Just that your newfound
friend was institutionalized for a

illness earlier last year.

No comment.

No comment.

Read it. It's all true.

He's a loony.

He's been in the loony house.

He's crazy.

He's going to get you.

Stop it, Craig.

That is very inappropriate.

Paulina, I think you need to stick to
the classics, dear.

There's no crazies in the Victorian era.

I can't believe this.

Just saying. He might end up with a
story for his next bestseller.

The Butchering of Paulina Connelly.

Craig!

Enough of the tomfoolery.

Because he's a sociopath, Paulina.

He's a loony.

He writes about people getting
decapitated in sewers, Paulina. Just

you lock the doors tonight. The butchery
of Paulina Connelly.

Very official.

Oh, yeah. Well, you know, Tim went and
printed it up on his computer.

And who laminated it?

Thought you wanted me to throw you down
and tie you up and force you to make

love to me.

I'm sorry.

You just look so dominant and sexy and
scary coming through that door. I

couldn't help myself.

Really? I look dominant?

Yes, you did.

You're getting very good at this game.

Maybe next week I'll go buy another
mask. Really spice things up.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

How's the book coming along?

It's not coming.

What do you mean it's not coming?

I have writer's block or something.

Or something?

Sounds like you're distracted.

No, I'm not distracted.

You sure Wes Mueller doesn't have you
distracted?

Wes Mueller?

Why would I be distracted by him, of all
people?

I was going to call and tell you to pick
this up, but this shit never dies, so I

figured, what's the rush?

He dropped it by yesterday.

Wanted to make sure you got it.

So you got a little crush on him, huh?

I get it. Big name in the business.

He's a little crazy, but overall he's a
good guy.

No, I don't have a crush.

What's going on is that I just can't
write thrillers.

You were right. It's just not my niche.
Wait a minute. You come into my office

begging to write a horror novel, and
then you turn around and run the other

just as soon as you find out it's not so
easy?

But I... Nothing worth anything ever
comes easy.

What's gotten into you?

What do you mean what's gotten into me?

You're all positive all of a sudden.

It's Bonnie.

Oh, Jesus.

So, I can get a Facebook friend request,
but I'm not good enough to be a

published author?

It's like fatal attraction.

Answer the question.

Did I leave you two alone?

Yeah, sure.

What's the worst that could happen other
than murder?

You know what?

Maybe I should murder you.

Put you out of your misery.

I'll catch you later, Don.

Hey, remember what I said. Nothing worth
anything.

Never comes easy.

Thanks. You got it, kiddo. Go easy on
him, Bonnie.

Here.

It's an idea for a cookbook. My latest
venture.

It's about 200 pages. That's more than
an idea. A cookbook? I thought you were

an English major.

What do you know anything about cooking?

You go to Cordon Bleu? You study at any
culinary institute at all?

Well, since I'm just a child with no
life experience, what could I possibly

write about? Except children's books.

Not a bad idea.

Let's try this one on for size.

Once upon a time, at a mid -level
literary agency, there was a snake named

Ronald who had no sense for talent
whatsoever.

Until he met a highly intelligent woman
with supermodel good looks who came

through his door.

She begged him for a chance and to
publish her book.

She threw herself at him, taking off all
her clothes, all the way down to her

underwear.

This girl may be 23, but she was still
full.

She knew how the world worked.

I'd say that's a fantastic story.

But I need your help with the ending.

Does the recent college grad fuck her
way to the top?

Or did she say celibate at the bottom?

I'd say fuck.

Definitely fuck.

Ooh.

You know...

Good night.

Deep in me.

Deep in me. Oh, my gosh. That feels so
good.

Yeah, that feels so good.

This is so good. Oh my gosh.

You know, I'm supposed to be at your
house in less than two hours. You

have given it to me then?

Well, no.

Craig doesn't believe in apologies.

And I didn't want to get into a fight
with him after here.

He doesn't believe in apologies?

It's a book of quotes!

I hope it inspires you to start writing
the Molly's Magical Meerkat series

again. Sarah, I told you. I want to be
challenged. I want to get excited. And

the irony of that is the only person who
ever encouraged me to live like that, I

don't even talk to anymore.

Is that an ex -boyfriend?

No, Wes.

He totally believed in me.

Right. He'll believe in you until he
kills you.

Sarah, not everyone is as put together
and perfect as you and Craig.

People screw up and they go nuts. That
doesn't make them bad people.

Right. Until... How they kill you.

Okay, Paulina, listen.

I am half kidding, okay? I love you and
I want you to be happy.

And if your happiness means writing a
horror book or taking advice from

a sociopath, well, so be it.

Just be careful.

Now she knocks.

I know it seems stalker -esque of me to
show up uninvited and unannounced after

all those missed phone calls.

But I had to see you.

How'd you get my address?

I'm following you.

I'm kidding.

I got your address from Donald.

My agent?

You'd think there'd be some sort of
privacy policy between us.

You could be a psychopath after all. I
could be, but I'm not.

After all, I didn't go buying your
address from some stalker site like the

know.

Do I look like a psychopath?

No, but anyone who writes the kind of
stuff you write can't be completely

normal.

Neither can those who read them.

I'm Wes, by the way.

Paulina Connelly.

I had to come by and see for myself that
you're actually okay.

You have no idea what kind of gruesome
scenarios I was dreaming up in my head

when I didn't hear back.

It's one of the downsides of being a
horror writer.

I'm okay.

I think I was just afraid to call you.

Right?

Ah, yes. My mental institution, Dave.

So it's true then?

Not the way you think.

I did this for book research.

You checked yourself into a mental
institution for book research?

Yep. So you're not crazy then?

Well, it's all relative, really. I did
check myself into an institution for

three months of my own free will.

And my writing process involves
meditating with a chainsaw for hours on

But let's be honest. What is sane
anyway?

Pain is overrated.

I assure you I've never killed,
decapitated, or tortured anyone. I

Amateur.

Here you go. Thank you.

God, I feel like such an idiot.

My sister got me all freaked out because
of that article, and I don't really

know what to believe.

Even after all our late -night phone
calls and IM sessions?

Yeah, I'm really impressionable. Forgive
me.

So, my sister's having a dinner tonight,
and I was thinking maybe you wanted to

go. She and her husband are kind of
uptight, but the food's going to be

Uptight people and amazing food.

That sounds like the perfect evening.

Okay, well, I'm going to go get ready.

I'll be back.

You are way too sexy to be writing
children's books.

That's why I want to try my hand at
horror.

Hey, I have an idea.

Do you maybe want to get into some
trouble with me tonight?

I would love to get into some trouble
with you any night.

Would you like putting that steak?

No.

You're our guest. I don't mind.

No.

Do you want me to put that steak back on
the grill?

Oh, bloody.

I like it bloody.

Oh, there's the tea kettle.

Oh, come help me prepare the tea. Come
on. Sure.

I take back everything I said this
afternoon.

I don't want you to be happy.

I don't want you to be happy if that's
the kind of person that makes you happy.

He is a sociopath.

Yeah, you're overreacting, Sarah.
There's nothing wrong with him.

He's eccentric.

He is a sociopath.

Do not go home with him tonight. Do not
let him know where you live.

Don't worry. We drove here separately.

He's probably casing the place.

He's gonna kill us.

I'm gonna get a new alarm system
tomorrow, I swear to God.

Honestly, Sarah, I think he's harmless.

This meal is fantastic, Sarah.

I only wish that I'd brought my
signature dessert to end the evening

What's your signature dessert?

Death by chocolate.

Did you see her face?

She was horrified.

And the way you were just completely
oblivious like that, it was perfect.

I love the way you manhandled that steak
knife like you were mutilating some

corpse. And the death by chocolate
reference was classic.

You practically gave them a heart
attack.

I thought you'd like that.

I could have killed you. I wanted to
laugh so badly.

I should probably call them tomorrow and
apologize.

No, let them sue for a bit. That's
probably the most excitement they've had

years.

So, if I hadn't come by tonight, do you
think I ever would have heard from you

again?

I'm not sure. I was pretty scared.

That I was crazy?

Not just that.

Then what?

Well, it might scare you.

Trust me, Paulina. There's nothing you
could say that could...

Possibly scare me.

It's just that I had started to feel
this incredible connection for you, and

usually those types of connections only
happen to other people.

You see, I did scare you.

And don't worry, I'm not one of those
girls who, like, falls in love after a

couple phone conversations, and I didn't
write your name with hearts around it

or plan out our wedding or... I'm not
scared.

Really? Paulina, even if you had written
my name with hearts all around it and

fantasized about her wedding day, it
wouldn't scare me at all.

Really?

Wait, no.

Jesus, you scared me.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't realize you actually worked.

So what's up, kiddo?

Oh, here's my latest and greatest.

Jesus, that's heavy.

I'm impressed.

So this is what you've been up to the
last several months.

Yeah, it's just a first draft.

It's a romance novel. It's not a
suspense novel.

A diamond in the rough.

Yeah, it's about a children's book
author who falls madly in love with a

-selling horror novelist.

It's non -fiction, autobiographical
even.

Well, you're always telling people to
write about what they know, so I did.

Finally, somebody listened to my advice.

It was good advice.

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll take a
look at it over the weekend and I'll get

back to you. Besides, I think I already
found an author for the children's book

line. Ah, the college girl got you, huh?

Yeah, well, I'm a sucker for hot chicks.

What can I say?

Okay, well, I'll talk to you soon?

Alrighty. Okay.

Oh, hey, by the way, I know things are
cool with me and Wes now, but for the

future, can you please not hand out my
address to people?

Oh, yeah, that.

Yeah, that.

Seriously, like, what if he turned out
to be a deranged lunatic like my sister

thought?

Yeah, well, people aren't always who
they appear to be.

I know.

Thank God for that. Well, I'll see you
later.

Take care.

That's right.

People aren't always who they appear to
be.

Why are you being so annoying?