Original subtitles

(digital music)

(camera clicks)

(intense music)

(woman grunting)

(suspenseful piano music)

- There's all kinds that come to the Hole.

Some, they're just passing through.

Some, some come to be sold

like fresh meat from the slaughterhouse.

And there's my personal favorite.

It's the ones that need to be taken down a notch.

The ones that need a little break in the spirit (laughs).

And that's where I come in,

stripping 'em of any hope they may have had.

(sinister piano music)

(laughs) Yeah, it's a real pleasure doing what I do.

And there's no one here to stop me.

Nobody cares about these little bitches.

They're forgotten.

They're forgotten by Mommy.

They're forgotten by Daddy.

And they're forgotten by God.

(dramatic music)

(door slams)

(lock clangs)

(door buzzes)

(door thuds)

(Carla grunts)

(guard growls)

(door buzzes)

(soft sinister music)

(Carla grunts)

- First time in the hole, I imagine.

- What?

(Mariah laughs)

- Oh man, they gave you some good shit.

Relax.

You're among your own kind.

- I am not a junkie.

- (scoffs) Could've fooled me.

- What'd you say this place was?

- Well,

junkie prostitutes like myself call it the Hole.

It's a holding cell,

'til you get moved, sold

(dramatic music)

or broken.

- Broken?

(dramatic music)

- Oh yeah.

Yeah, mm.

(guard grunts)

(suspenseful music)

- Don't worry about it, newbie.

You'll find out soon enough.

It's all about stripping you of that spoiled little spirit.

- Do I know you?

- No, but I know you.

- You know me?

- I know your type.

Fuckin' streetwalker that thinks she's an escort.

(scoffs) This clearly isn't your world,

at least not yet.

You know, there's a thousand more

of you made every fuckin' day.

- What are you, jealous of me?

- I ain't jealous of no one.

- (snickers) Nice ink.

Is that supposed to be some target

for men to aim at when they finish?

- What'd you say, you fuckin' bitch?

- You heard me.

- Are we gonna have a fuckin' problem, you and I?

- No.

- Are we going to have a fuckin' problem?

- I said we're good.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh yeah.

Yeah, mm.

(guard grunts)

- [Carla] How long do we have to stay in this place?

- A few days, tops.

- (scoffs) Great.

- I know a commodity like yourself has never had

to wait in a dump like this,

but try not to bitch and moan about it too much, huh?

At least the guard likes you, huh?

Oh yeah.

I was watching the way he was looking at you

when he came in through the door.

- He's,

he's not allowed to do anything?

- Allowed?

(laughs) He can do whatever he wants.

It's all part of us being here.

You know, they try and break you down a little,

show you what it's really all about.

- Why do I need breaking?

My man knows that I can do my job.

- Did you just say, "My man?"

- Yeah, so.

- You delusional, little headcase.

What do you think,

your fuckin' pimp is your boyfriend or something?

- He loves me.

- He doesn't give two shits about you.

- You don't know what you're talking about.

- Yeah, you keep telling yourself that.

I betcha that was your first few times

getting high, too, huh?

I bet he's in there right now,

talking to your pimp,

getting your next fix ready,

getting himself all worked up

about the good time he's gonna have.

Oh yeah.

It's gonna be a fun night.

- [Carla] God, shut up!

- You know what?

You might want to save your strength for later.

You're gonna need it.

- [Carla] I said shut your fuckin' mouth.

- Tell me to shut up one more fucking time!

(Carla grunts)

(Mariah laughs)

- Oh God, you!

(women grunting)

- [Guard] Shit!

- [Carla] Take that, you stupid bitch!

- Watch out! - Fuck you!

- [Carla] Let me go!

- Damn you. - God, you're fucking crazy!

Get off!

Get the fuck off!

Ow!

Oh God, ow!

I didn't do anything.

Let me go!

It's all her!

God!

No, stop, no.

No, please.

Please, stop, I didn't do anything.

Stop it, let me go!

Ow, ow!

(Carla grunts)

- No, you fuckin' don't.

(Mariah grunts)

(guard sighs)

(door buzzes)

(phone hums)

- [Guard] Yeah.

- [Pimp] Is my girl alive?

- [Guard] Yup.

- [Pimp] Good.

You know what to do.

(guard grunts)

(guard laughs)

- [Guard] Yeah.

(ominous music)

(door creaks)

(Carla sighs)

(Carla sniffs)

(ominous music)

- Do you want out?

- Yes, my (sighs), my arm hurts.

- You want a hit?

(guard laughs)

(knife clicks)

- Thank you.

(Carla grunts)

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, please!

No, please stop!

Stop, no!

Stop it (sobs).

(guard grunts)

Please, help me!

Please, please, please!

Please, help me (sobs).

(Carla grunts)

(Carla sobs)

(door thuds)

(somber music)

(Carla grunts)

(lock rattles)

(Carla groans) (door buzzes)

(ominous music)

No, no, I don't (grunts).

(ominous music)

(Carla grunts)

(sinister music)

(knife clicks)

(ominous music)

- [Guard] You girls play nice.

(footsteps clack)

(ominous music)

(gentle music)

- It's time to wake up, honey.

- Mommy?

(gentle music)

What's that in your arm?

- Do you want a hit?

(camera clicks)

- 'Cause you're very, very special to me.

You're my only girl.

Yeah, let me see your behind a little bit.

There you go.

(sinister music)

You can't tell anybody anything, okay?

(camera clicks)

(heart thumps)

- You want a hit?

Do you want a hit?

Do you want a hit (laughs)?

Do you want a hit?

(heart thumps)

(liquid splashing)

(suspenseful music)

(Carla grunts)

(Carla screams)

(Mariah laughs)

- [Mariah] Do you want a hit?

- [Carla] No, no, no (grunts).

No (sobs)!

No, no!

(locks rattle)

(door buzzes)

(door thuds)

- [Star] You got any food in here?

- He hasn't fed us yet.

- [Star] So, asshole, you're fuckin' us and not feedin' us?

What's your name?

- Carla.

- I'm Star.

They brought me in from Georgia.

Bastards haven't told me where I'm going yet.

Where are you from?

- California, but I've been in Vegas

for the last couple of years.

I'm just here to get a ride up to Washington.

- Ride to Washington?

They only bring you to the Hole

if they're trading you out, darling.

- (sighs) I tried to tell her.

- Well, no, no, no, no, no, no,

my man just says that I'm only here to get a ride.

- She really doesn't know?

Look, darling, you were brought here

to learn the way things are.

Your man didn't send you here, darling.

I'm sorry, it's your pimp.

All he cares about is you being returned

a little more submissive, a little more dependent,

a little more...

- Broken.

- Why do you think that creep in the next room was able

to do what he did to you, darling?

It's how they pay him to hold us,

as sick as that may sound.

- As long as he doesn't permanently damage the merchandise.

- Okay, so seriously, y'all got any food around here?

- No, I'm sorry, we don't.

(intense music)

Hey.

Hey, are you okay?

Hey.

- What the hell's wrong with her?

- [Carla] I don't know.

She was fine, and then she just, like, fell over.

- Oh fuck.

- What?

- [Mariah] Oh dammit.

- [Carla] What, what's wrong with her?

Oh God. - She's diabetic.

This happened to my mom.

- [Carla] Well, what are we supposed to do?

Hey, hey, honey, come on.

- [Mariah] Asshole, she needs her medicine!

- Star.

- [Mariah] She's diabetic!

You need to come out here right now!

- [Carla] Come on, Star.

Star, stay awake, okay.

Come on, sweetheart, you have to wake up.

What are we supposed to do? - Oh she's not gonna,

she's not gonna make it.

- No, please don't say that.

Star?

Star, come on.

Star, Star, you have to wake up.

Star, Star, come on.

Come on, Star, please.

Come on.

- She's not gonna make it. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

- [Guard] Hey, wake up!

Hey!

What's wrong with you?

- Star, Star, come on. (phone rings)

- Yeah? - Come on, Star.

Can you hear me? - Hey, Jonny C.

I got a problem with this new ginger bitch.

- [Jonny] What's wrong with her?

- No, no, no, no. - She's sick or something.

- No, she's gotta be okay. - Has that bitch

got any track marks?

- [Guard] I'll check it out.

- She's gone. - Star, please, come on.

Come on, ow!

(guard sighs)

(sinister music)

She's clean.

- [Jonny] Fuck!

Just dump her, and I'll handle things

on my end. - She's diabetic!

She needs medicine!

- [Guard] I'll take care of it.

(suspenseful music)

(guard grunts)

(lock rattles) (door buzzes)

(stone thuds)

(Carla gasps)

(door thuds)

(Carla gasps)

(water patters)

(couch squeaks)

- What's your game, lady?

- I remember getting my first Coach bag,

and I didn't want to take it anywhere.

Like, I was afraid I was gonna, like, scrape it

or scratch it, which is stupid.

It's a purse.

I should be able to just, like, carry it around, but I was.

I was terrified.

(both laugh)

- I know the feeling.

I was like that

when my dad bought me my first bike

for my birthday.

(somber music)

That was the last thing he bought me before he died.

- How old were you?

- 12.

(somber music)

I don't know, I kind of, uh,

blame him sometimes for me being here.

I don't know, if he hadn't of died, I just,

I think that I wouldn't have gotten mixed up

with the wrong fucking guys that got me

into shit a 12-year-old should never have been in.

(sniffs) I don't know.

So what about your old man?

Bet you he treated you like a princess (sniffs).

(ominous music)

- My mom and I left when I was little.

But there at the end, I remember them fighting a lot.

(ominous music)

(lock rattles)

(door buzzes)

(door creaks)

(ominous music)

(girl sniffs)

(girl sobs)

(ominous music)

(door thuds)

(solemn music)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

Yeah, see, there you go.

What's your name?

It's okay.

My name's Carla.

Come on, sweetie, let's go sit down, okay?

Why is she here?

(Mariah laughs)

- What?

- Why is she here?

- The same damn reason we're here.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

When the fuck are you gonna wake up?

- Wait, they can't do this!

- Oh they can, and they will.

And they will continue to do so,

the younger, the better.

- Hey.

- Get your fuckin' hands off me.

- We have to do something.

- Oh, and what are you gonna do about it, hero?

- More than you, apparently.

(door creaks) (door buzzes)

(ominous music)

It's okay, just stay right here, okay?

Please, please don't do this.

Please don't hurt her, please, please, stop.

(Carla grunts)

(Carla coughs)

- [Guard] It's time for your dose.

- Please, please, not in front of the girl.

(Carla gags)

- Would you rather her take your spot?

(Carla gasps)

(Carla coughs)

(Carla grunts)

Enjoy the ride.

(solemn music)

- I'm here (voice echoes).

(lock clacks) (door buzzes)

(door thuds)

(Carla grunts)

(solemn music)

(insect buzzing)

- Daddy?

Daddy, Daddy, what are you doing?

- I'm fine, sweetheart.

I've given birth.

(creature screeches)

- [Carla] No, no.

- [Father] Sorry, sweetheart.

(Carla sobs)

(father laughs)

(gun fires)

(Carla sighs)

(ominous music)

- No!

Stop it!

Let go of her!

(Mariah gags)

- Don't even think about it.

- Please, please, you don't have to do this, please.

Oh (grunts)!

(Carla sobs)

(solemn music)

- [Guard] All right, get up there.

I said get up there!

Grab a hold of that pole.

(Carla sobs)

- [Carla] You monster!

You can't do this!

She's a little girl!

(Carla grunts)

- Get off of me, bitch.

(Carla grunts)

She's gonna make a lot of men very, very happy.

(Carla grunts)

(Carla coughs)

(Carla gasps)

(solemn music)

(dramatic music)

(water patters)

(Carla grunts)

(Carla pants)

- Come here, sweetie.

Come here.

(Carla sniffs)

(Carla gasps)

There we go.

Do you like books?

Yeah.

Okay.

Bubba's Summer.

- Don't tell me you plan on reading to this kid.

She hasn't said a damn word

since she's been in this shit hole.

- I don't know what to say.

Some of us actually know how to give a damn.

All right.

(gentle music)

Somewhere in a small town lived a very lonely dog

whose name was Bubba.

Yeah, he's right there.

Bubba never had any friends,

because his town was very small,

and he looked different.

Oh see, look.

No one ever wanted to play with Bubba.

Actually, they made fun of Bubba,

because his legs didn't work.

One day, a little girl from the city came

to town to visit her grandma.

Her name was Rosie.

Look, see, she kind of looks like you.

(Carla sighs)

One morning, Rosie was playing in her grandmother's backyard

when she spotted Bubba through the fence.

Yeah, see, she sees him.

Rosie called to Bubba.

She said, "Come here, boy, come here."

Now see, look, he's stickin' his head through the fence.

And Bubba came to the fence.

"Hi, I'm Rosie.

"What's your name?"

And the dog said, "I'm Bubba."

- The dog can talk?

- It's a children's book.

From that day forward, Rosie and Bubba were best friends.

Oh look, see, they play catch through the fence.

Yeah, he's chasing that ball.

They told stories, and they even shared lunch.

Oh, I would love a sandwich right now, wouldn't you?

One day, when Rosie came to the fence, Bubba wasn't there.

When Mrs. Powell came outside, Rosie called to her.

"Mrs. Powell, where's Bubba?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, but,

"but Bubba died, last night.

"He's in Heaven now."

(gentle music)

Rosie started to cry, because she was sad.

But Mrs. Powell, she was very nice to Rosie,

and she said, "Don't be sad, sweetheart.

"Everything eventually dies.

"Bubba is in Heaven now."

- Dog dies, but don't worry.

You're gonna see him

in some imaginary, magical fairy tale land.

(Carla grunts)

- Oh I don't, I don't feel good.

- Yeah, it's all that junk he's been shooting in you.

- I'm not a junkie!

- By tomorrow,

you'll be asking for it, trust me.

- Come on, sweetheart.

Let's lay down, okay?

(ominous music)

Hi, sweetie, you look beautiful.

Ready to go?

(door creaks)

(engine purrs)

- You know who I am?

(engine revs)

(sinister music)

(engine revs)

(Carla grunts)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Sweetheart, sweetheart, not now.

Not now, okay?

(door creaks)

(door buzzes)

(guard laughs)

- [Guard] Looks like you're having a hard time.

- Go to hell!

(guard moans)

- You give me another taste, and I'll give you one.

Or better yet, how about I take this fresh meat upstairs.

Show her how it's done.

(sinister music)

- You sick bastard!

I bet the only reason that you have to take it is

because no one would willingly love you.

I bet your own mother spent nine months looking

for a coat hanger!

(dramatic music)

(guard grunts)

- Hey.

I think she's had enough, okay.

Why don't you say you and I go into the other room?

I'd like to give you a reward, and I'd like to get away

from that little shit and that wannabe mom over there.

Be as rough as you like with me.

(guard grunts)

(guard sighs)

(zipper buzzes)

(phone hums)

- [Guard] Yeah.

I'll be back soon.

(dramatic music)

(lock clacks)

(door squeaks)

(Mariah sighs)

- You're safe, kid.

For now.

(solemn music)

- There's an art to what I do.

It's not just slapping these bitches around

or shootin' them up with junk.

Though these are good techniques, tried and tested,

any jerk-off can do that.

It's all in the pacing,

the seduction,

the hope it'll all stop if they just comply.

Hell (laughs), some come runnin' to the Hole,

trying to escape their own fucked up realities.

And the others,

they're just thrown in.

(Carla pants)

(suspenseful music)

(girl laughs)

(Mariah growls)

(Carla moans)

(Mariah growls)

(solemn piano music)

(Carla laughs)

(Carla sobs)

(Carla coughs)

(Carla grunts)

(ominous music)

- Hey.

You're right.

I do need a little help.

(guard sighs)

I understand.

I understand that I'm only here to please men like you.

- [Guard] You're learning.

- Come in here.

I'll make it worth your time.

- [Guard] Sit down, bitch, sit down!

(lock rattles) (door buzzes)

(footsteps clop)

- Please, I just need a little.

(guard laughs)

Say something.

Are you gonna help me or not?

- I want you to bring me that girl.

(guard laughs)

- What?

- If you want a taste,

you'll bring me that girl.

(guard laughs)

- What are you talking about?

She's right there.

- I said bring me that girl.

- Please.

Please don't make me do this.

(guard laughs)

(Carla groans)

Come here, sweetheart.

You have to go.

She, she, she's not gonna come.

You scare her.

(guard laughs)

Wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

(ominous music)

What the hell do you want?

- I want you to bring me that girl.

(Carla cries)

(guard laughs)

(Carla grunts)

(suspenseful music)

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Please.

You have to go, hey.

You have to go.

I can't, I can't take it.

(Carla cries)

(guard laughs)

(lock clacks) (door buzzes)

(Carla gasps)

(Carla cries)

(solemn piano music)

(Carla pants)

(lighter clicks)

(Carla sniffs)

(fingers smack)

(Carla gasps)

(Carla sobs)

(solemn music)

(creature growls) (heart thumps)

(Carla gasps)

(Carla whimpers)

(heart thumps rapidly)

Kimmy!

Kimmy!

Hey!

Mariah, Mariah, stop it.

(Mariah laughs demonically) Stop doing that, stop it.

Help me!

Somebody please help me!

(heart thumps)

(Carla grunts)

- I'm here.

- Kimmy?

- Help me, and I'll help you.

You have to die now.

(heart thumps)

(Carla grunts)

(Carla grunts)

- Bad dream?

Yeah, well,

you're still in it.

- Where's Kimmy?

- So you named her now?

- What, that's it, isn't it?

- That little shit hasn't said a damn word

since she's been in here.

- Oh.

- How could you know her name?

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

She's gone.

- Gone, what do you mean gone?

- I mean gone.

The guard came in here, snatched her up.

She hasn't been back since.

- How long?

- I don't know, a couple of hours.

Listen, this was bound to happen.

She's not gonna stay as long as you.

She's a sought-after item in this world.

(ominous music)

- She's not an item.

- Listen, Carla, you only come to the Hole for two reasons,

to be broken or to be sold.

- Yeah?

Then why are you still here?

- I'm here to die.

(lock clacks) (door buzzes)

(door thuds)

- Are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

I am so sorry, sweetheart.

I'm gonna get you out of here, okay.

(footsteps clack)

Look, I don't care what happens to me anymore,

but I am not going to stand here and let him have her.

- Let's kill this motherfucker.

(dramatic music)

- I've never killed anyone before.

- Neither have I, although I did drop some big bitch,

when I was upstate, a little smaller than him.

I know what to do.

- Okay.

(gentle music)

I am so sorry

for what I did,

but I'm gonna make it right.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

(ominous music)

So what do we do?

(ominous music)

- But he's not gonna come in for something he's already had.

We have to put the fear in him.

- So how do we get him in here?

- There's only one thing a holding guard is afraid of,

damaged goods.

- What?

(Carla grunts)

- Wouldn't want to hurt

that money-makin' face, now would we?

(Carla grunts)

(door squeaks)

(door buzzes)

(Carla grunts)

- Do not move!

- She's a fuckin' psycho.

Did you see what she did to...

- [Guard] Let me see, let me see it.

Let me see it.

- [Carla] Stop it.

- [Guard] I'm trying to see.

(Carla grunts)

Hold that.

(dramatic music)

- [Carla] Stop!

(guard yells)

(dramatic music)

(guard grunts)

Come on.

(guard grunts)

(Mariah grunts)

- Fuck!

(Mariah yells)

- [Carla] Come on, let's go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

(Carla yells)

(Carla grunts)

(dramatic music)

(fist thuds) (Carla grunts)

(Carla coughs)

(Carla gasps)

(Carla grunts)

(switch clicks)

(guard grunts)

(guard gags)

(Carla grunts)

(Mariah grunts)

We did it.

She got out.

(both chuckle)

(lock clacks) (door buzzes)

(door thuds)

(footsteps clack)

No, no, no.

(Carla sobs)

- Don't be afraid.

I'm here.

(ominous music)

- I like to play piano.

Why did you leave?

Why'd you leave?

She loves you.

(Mariah gasps)

Dad.

(somber music)

(ominous music)

- Who are you?

- You know who I am.

- No, no, no, I, I don't.

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

I don't know.

(ominous music)

(guard grunts)

- Now it's time for you to die.

(dramatic music)

(phone hums)

- Yeah.

- [Jonny] The money just hit for the little one.

What the fuck's wrong with you?

I just told you we got paid.

- [Guard] One of the girls is dead.

- [Jonny] Are you shitting me?

What else happened?

- Carla's sliced up a little bit.

- [Jonny] You are fucking useless.

- What do you want me to do?

- [Jonny] Run.

(phone clicks)

- Oh fuck!

(intense music)

(metal clanging)

(footsteps clatter)

(metal clangs)

(dramatic music)

(fingers smack)

- Kimmy, Kimmy, go stand over there.

(Carla grunts)

(dramatic music)

(Carla grunts)

(lock clacks) (door buzzes)

(Carla grunts)

(guard grunts)

Kimmy, come on, come on, come on.

Go!

(Carla grunts)

No!

(both grunting)

(Carla gags)

(guard grunts)

- Die, bitch.

Yeah.

(guard growls)

The Hole doesn't just break the girls.

The darkness takes hold,

numbs the senses,

makes you forget who you are.

It creates monsters like myself.

And like any bullshit bedtime story you tell your kids,

the monster eventually dies.

(door buzzes)

(electricity sizzles)

(Carla gasps)

(floor creaks)

(Carla grunts)

(floor creaks)

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)