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- What's going on?

- Time to become famous.

- You're really making a big mistake.

You have any clue who I am?

All I have to do is make a-

- Shut the fuck up!

All you South Philly Italian guys

swear you in the goddamn mob.

Look.

We've been paying you a lot of money

to market us on social media,

but it just...

It just seems like we're the only ones doing any work!

- What are you talking about?

I've been doing everything I can for you guys!

- What, you think we just like to burn our money?

- I've told you, you have to work on your quality.

Spend more money on studio time, vocal lessons!

Find a decent-

- Bullshit!

You do nothing but put us on a back burner to everyone else!

- That is not true!

- That garbage rock band you got from Jersey.

Them skinny jeans wearing fuckboy rappers from South Street.

And that corny-ass cunt.

What a little chipmunk voice.

♪ You remember when we ran on the beach ♪

♪ You remember when we ran on the beach! ♪

Huh!

Get the fuck outta here with that shit!

- My other clients work hard and they sacrifice,

and they listen to me.

The same I do for them is the same I do for you.

But you insisted on putting all of your money

into social media promotion!

To have a presence, you first have to have material!

You have to have...

Talent.

- Me alone is the material.

They're gonna write books and make movies about it.

Everybody wants a piece of this.

And you so goddamn jealous!

It's disgusting.

You can't even like or share

any of our fucking posts on Facebook.

- Tiffany, please.

If you just let me go,

we can forget all about this and work something out.

- Oh.

We've already worked something out.

- This is crazy.

This is absolutely insane!

What the hell are you doing?

- What the hell are we doing?

To hell with you, Frank.

That's what we're doing.

- Sacrifice.

Right, Frankie?

Well, consider this...

Our sacrifice.

You're fired.

- Fucking burn in hell, motherfucker.

- I'ma take Frank's car, you follow me in my truck.

- We gotta make this fast.

- Relax.

They'll never find us.

Even if they did, it wouldn't matter.

We'll already be famous by then.

- Watch where the fuck you're going!

- Are you serious?

What the hell's wrong with you?

- Hey, guys.

My name is Jay Jameson, filmmaking student 35192,

and this is my dissertation film.

Wooh.

If you know me, you know I love proper real-life drama,

so I decided to make this documentary style

and film my friends.

I recently found out that they have some secrets

that they need to be held accountable for,

so expect a few plot twists along the way.

And I know this might make me look sly or whatever,

but if shit's gonna blow up,

I might as well get a good grade for it.

You can't beat real life drama.

Come on, you said you'd be nice.

- I said I'd be helpful.

Yeah.

- Mate, why are you filming this?

Just a bit of fun for uni.

Megs, what are we doing today?

- We're sailing Alfie's uncle's boat back to London.

- You don't sail in that rowboat, you're cruise in it.

And don't sound so scared.

- I am scared!

The guy's been missing for like three days.

- He's not missing.

- How are you not more worried about this?

- My uncle's a joker.

He's probably out there shacked up with some bird.

- Or something happened to him in the tunnel.

- Oh, Megs enough with that legend shit.

- It's not shit, it's real!

- Who said it's real?

- My nan's hairdresser.

Fuck's sake!

How did the boat even get here?

Alfie said that the lotkeeper found it.

Moored it up.

Nice boat. - Oy!

Baz!

Watch your heads!

- Imagine. - Oh, it stinks!

- Baz!

- Oh my God. Get a load of this!

- Ooh!

- Get this off my face!

Get this off my fucking face!

Dick! - Told you that my uncle

has some dirty secrets.

Hello?

Anybody?

Nope.

That is nasty.

What the hell is that?

Fucking hell.

Ah! Fuck off, man.

I fuckin' hate ya. - Shoulda seen his face, Megs.

Fucking fuck, man.

My fucking heart.

It just doesn't make sense.

What doesn't?

Why Uncle Baz's boat is floating

in the middle of the canal by itself?

Maybe he just forgot to tie it on.

Or...

Maybe the woman he was boning bumped him off.

How can you guys joke about this?

It's a serious situation.

- He's probably gonna bowl in any second now

with a bacon butty.

It's hardly serious. - Ugh.

Bacon butty, yeah? Like this one?

Mm! - Yeah.

Just like that one, bruv.

Yeah, that's a maggot.

Yeah, have a bite, bruv.

Yeah? What about this bit?

Hey! Open up, open up!

- Up here's the stern.

This is the tiller,

which is like the steering wheel without the wheel part.

Which part of zee boat is zee poop deck?

- You're standing on it, mate.

Oh, shit.

What?

- You're so children.

- Okay! - Okay, we got it!

- Show's on the road! - After the fourth try!

- Let's get a move on, people.

Hi, extreme close up.

Welcome to film school. - Hi, guys.

- Say hi to everyone and class.

- Hi, everyone. - Very nice.

Say hi, say hi.

- Hola.

Say, "Shout out, John."

- Shout out, John! - That's my teacher, man.

And hello.

It's a camera. Pose up, you love it.

- We want an A, John. - No, but I'm getting bored.

I'm getting hungry.

When are we eating? Can we eat?

Oh, look at the poses.

- You gonna post some of these?

- I'll post them if you want.

- Okay, right. Let me get you lot.

- Yeah?

All right.

Well, don't drop it.

- I'm coming for you two.

- Hold it properly with two hands.

Oh, yeah, sure, I've got it.

Okay. Show me some romance.

You're supposed to be in love.

Okay, yeah, you're boring me.

Just take it.

- Cheers.

Here we go.

Approaching the legendary Older Brick Tunnel, guys.

Ooh.

- How long does it take to get through the tunnel?

- I don't know, like, five minutes.

- I don't think I can do this.

- It's fine, we'll be through in no time.

- Can you pull the boat over?

- What? - Can you pull the boat

over to the side? - No, Megs!

What are you doing! - No, I'm scared!

I can't do this! I can't do it!

Babe, it's gonna be fine. Just chill.

- I want to get off! - It's just a tunnel.

It's a tunnel, babe. - No, it's not!

- Just breathe.

- Should have left this fucking-

- Stop being such a pussy.

And don't touch my tiller.

- Is that a euphemism, yeah?

All right, ladies and gentlemen.

Legs and arms inside the vehicle at all times.

It does look kind of dark though.

Does it have lights?

- That kind of smells.

Kind of smells.

And it's dripping.

This is mad.

Look at that.

Guys, I wanna get off.

Just breathe, Megs.

Okay, just breathe. Breathe.

- Oy. - You're okay, you're okay.

You're all right.

I really can't breathe.

Anyone else can't see a thing?

- Oh my God! - Ooh!

Yo, turn the lights on or something, man.

Yeah, yeah, let me see, let me see.

Wait, hold on, hold on.

Fuck!

You dick!

So mean to me!

- See, it's a laugh, isn't it?

Yeah, it's gnarly.

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

All right. - Turn the lights on

if you can, mate. - Yeah, that's the goal.

Through the archway, to the lights.

Yup.

- Go. - The light's not...

The light's not working.

- See if there's any torches at the back.

I think there's some in the bedroom.

- Okay.

Chlo?

Chlo?

What you doing?

- Alf said to get some torches.

- And what's that behind your back?

- I don't know, it's the last thing I touched

before you jumped into the room like a maniac.

- Gimme.

- I'll try the bedroom.

Creepy.

Can we talk about it now or not?

No, we can't talk about this right now!

We can talk about it 'cause I think we need to.

Well, we're not.

- We should.

You all right, mate? You got them torches?

Nope.

- Has me thinking I'm good at discovering stuff.

- Come on in. - Okay. This will work.

Nice.

- Yay, someone of use.

- What's that?

- Whose phone's that? - It's not mine.

Well, hold that a sec.

What the fuck?

It's a box.

Found a box!

- What's the fuck? - What, it's a what?

- What is it? - Phones.

You wanna come see this?

Oh, we should put them back.

Why he has so many phones?

Fuck.

Yours? - What the fuck?

- Why did you uncle have so many phones?

- Should we answer it?

- No. - Yeah.

I think you should leave it.

Does it say who's calling?

- It's a dude called Ha-

Hans? - Leave it.

Put it back. Leave his shit.

- Shh! - Speaker, speaker, speaker.

Babe! Babe.

- Hello?

You didn't fulfil our agreement.

- Who's this? - This is Hans.

Who is this?

- This is Dave. - Where is Mr. Baz?

- Mr. Baz, he's on a dog walk at the moment.

Can I take a message? - His assistant was due

to delivers the cold wallet two days ago.

Where is it?

- Excuse me, do you mind if I just call you back

in like five, 10 minutes?

- No.

We fulfilled our part of the deal

by delivering the crypto key.

If we don't receive the cold wallet my midnight-

- Hello?

Hello? - And one more thing.

If you think you can-

- Signal's gone.

- You're joking.

- What shit is your uncle messed up in?

- I don't know.

That must be one of the guys

he sells car parts to or something.

- Then why is he talking about a cold wallet?

- What's a cold wallet?

- It's this small USB key thing

that stores cryptocurrency.

My mate had one to stop hackers from stealing his shit.

What? Give me that.

What was at USB you had earlier?

You think he's got one?

Yeah.

Yo, where is it?

- Did you move it? - No.

Then where is it?

- How should I know?

- Oh, what the fuck is that?

- Did we hit a wall?

Oh my God, the tunnel is gone!

- We're in it, you pleb!

- I can't see it! - What do you mean?

- The bricks. I can't see its brick.

Shit.

- Well, maybe it's just the legend!

She's not joking, man. Look.

Shit.

It's probably just a wide part of the tunnel.

How long we been in here?

12 minutes!

You said it took five minutes

to sail through this thing.

- That's what it said on Google, man.

- Something isn't right.

Let's just get out of here, yeah?

- All right, man.

Bunch of pussies, man.

The engine ain't starting. - What?

Try it again, come on.

- It's not starting, man.

- It's the tunnel. It's got us.

Maybe we're out of fuel.

- No, we had a full tank of gas before we left.

- I'm telling you, it's the tunnel!

- It's not the fucking tunnel, yeah?

- This is exactly what my nan said would happen!

- Megs, calm it, man.

- No, if you sail through the tunnel

and you're living a life of deceit,

it takes you and it kills you!

- That's bollocks! - Then why aren't we moving?

So who's lying then?

If the legend is true, then someone is clearly

lying about something.

Anyone want to volunteer a secret?

Megs? Alfie?

Do you two have anything to admit?

- Look, bro.

It was a one time thing, I'm sorry.

Don't fucking lie to me, man.

You're not sorry. - I'm sorry.

No, you're not fucking sorry.

If you were sorry, you wouldn't still be

trying to fuck my girlfriend.

- Jay!

How long?

- What's he talking about?

How long has this been going on for?

- There's nothing going on.

Don't lie to me.

- That's the truth. - It's true,

I ended it three weeks ago.

Right, so where were you last Wednesday night?

And don't say shopping with your aunt

'cause I know it's bullshit.

- It's not bullshit!

Oh, so it's just a coincidence

that you go out with your aunt,

the person you never even fucking speak to

on the same night that he bunks off football?

- Yes.

- I told you, mate, I had the flu.

- Jay, please-

- Don't touch me!

- It was a mistake!

You're at uni all the time and I-

I love you!

I don't believe you!

- It's true, and I'm not lying about anything else!

- Megs? - What the fuck!

- Megs! - Did you see her?

Megs! - Shit!

She just got flown up into the air, man!

Megs!

Megs!

What the fuck!

Fuck! Megs!

Megs!

Shit!

What the fuck!

Megs!

- What the fuck is going on? - Megs!

- Megs! - Megs!

- What the fuck! - What the fuck, man!

She's dead, man. I know it-

- Will you stop saying that!

- Yo, if she could hear us, she'd be answering us!

- You know what, Alfie? Fuck you!

When we get off this boat, I'm never speaking to you again.

- Fine, good! - Megs!

- Saves me from dumping you.

Megs!

Oh, shit! - Megs!

Megs!

Why would the tunnel still take her

if she admitted the truth?

- I don't know.

Maybe it wasn't the only secret she had.

What do you mean?

- Maybe she was feeling low one night,

got together with a friend, drank too much wine,

and one thing led to another.

What the hell are you talking about?

- Give me your phone.

- No. - I need it.

I need to call police. - Use your own phone!

- I ain't got signal.

- If your phone's got no signal,

then what makes you think that mine has?

And what are the police gonna do for us?

- I don't know!

They're gonna help us phone Megs!

Or maybe we can make a call from the laptop.

- Where are you getting the laptop from, mate?

One in your uncle's office.

And it still has battery.

- The boat's got no electricity.

How you getting wifi?

- Maybe we can pick up a signal from outside.

What's your uncle's password?

- 1234.

- Seriously?

- He's got shit memory, man.

- This is a complete waste of time.

- And there's no wifi. - Surprise, surprise.

- What's that?

Is that your uncle?

- Yeah. What's he recording himself for?

- Well, maybe he's making an online dating video.

- No, he's not into any of that.

- We have to play it. - No.

- What do you mean no?

- What if it's some weird creepy porno thing?

I don't wanna see that.

- Who gives a fuck? - It could give us a clue

to where he is!

- Okay.

I don't know if this is gonna work,

but if I have to admit the truth to an actual person,

then maybe making this video

is the best thing that I can do.

I've been stealing crypto again.

You hear that!

Yeah, I've been stealing again!

I didn't mean to, but I needed the money, I was desperate.

It was the last resort. - Shit.

- Look, if I don't make it out of here alive,

I just want my family to know that I love them.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Especially Alfie.

Sorry I let you down, mate.

I'm sorry for dragging Chloe into this mess.

- What? - I only wanted-

- I don't know what he's talking about.

- Chlo, what the fuck.

- Sorry. Sorry!

Look, I'm gonna do my best to try and get out of here.

I promise.

Tell Chloe I'm sorry, too.

- Have you been dealing for my uncle?

- No.

- Tell me the truth.

- I had to, okay? I needed the money.

- For what? - My credit cards.

- For fuck's sake, Chloe! - I told your uncle

I was struggling, so he helped me out with some work!

- When?

- At your birthday barbecue.

- Where was I? - I don't know. Taking a shit!

We need to get out this tunnel.

What else have you been lying about?

- I'm not!

Well, we're still stuck in here, so it must be-

- There's nothing else, I swear!

- Tell us so we can get the fuck out of here!

What the hell is that?

- Something just pulled me!

Shit! Fuck!

Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!

- Get her, bro! - She's gone!

She's fucking gone!

- Chloe! Chlo!

Chlo!

Chlo! Chlo!

I don't think she was telling you the truth, mate.

- No fucking shit!

Did you know this was gonna happen?

What?

- Is that why you brought us out here?

So you can record and get all the drama

for your fucking uni project!

No!

I just wanted to film me confronting you and Megs.

- So why'd you do on this boat?

I don't fucking know! Production value?

- You're a fucking bastard, Jay!

Yeah, says the one who's screwing

his best friend's girlfriend.

You ever bring her here?

- Who? - Megs!

You ever screw on this bed?

- Fuck you, Jay!

You ever get a hotel?

You ever make a come to your work?

- No! - Then where?

- I fucked her in your flat!

Is that what you wanna hear?

- Oh, you fucking-

All that talk about being brothers!

You fucking cheated me!

- Get the fuck off me!

- Is that what you like, yeah?

You a man of the movie, yeah?

All eyes on you?

Ah, you poncy golden boy

with your poncy degree and your poncy job!

No, you're out of the way!

- You fucking-

What happened to you, man!

You don't even know what I've done

and you'll never understand me.

- Give me the fucking camera.

- Fuck your camera!

Fuck this shit! Fuck Megs, fuck Chloe!

I'm fucking-

- If anyone finds this,

I want you to know I didn't want fucking any of this!

I just wanted a fucking A in my uni finals!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry for everything I've ever lied about, okay?

I'm fucking sorry!

I stole that tenner from mom's purse last week!

I pushed Billy Thompson into the pool,

but I didn't mean to break his leg!

I cheated on the math test when I was in year three!

I've never fucking met Spielberg!

The was fake!

All right, but I'm sorry,

I'm really fucking sorry!

And I beg!

If you let me go, I will never lie

about anything ever again, all right?

Please! Please, I'm fucking begging you!

Please!

No, please!

Please! Please!

It's a movie about a pack of rabid dogs.

- Hey, hun.

You on break?

Yeah, finally.

The ER has been crazy all night.

Is everything okay with you?

You sound funny or something.

- Yeah, the call just startled me.

- You went to see that scary movie, didn't you?

- You didn't wanna go and I was bored.

- And now you're freaked out.

- Didn't think I was gonna be.

The movie was terrible.

I mean, it had some nice jump scares,

but it's just my overactive imagination

and being home alone.

How's your night going?

- There was a really bad accident on Route Six.

The driver crossed over the centre lane

and hit another driver head on.

Yeah.

And there was nothing we could do for the couple.

It was a mess.

It just...

It gets me thinking about me and you, I guess.

You know, like, there's...

These people are here one minute and gone the next.

I guess I just wanted to hear your voice.

- Aw. I love you too.

But you need to quit.

- I know, I know!

I just needed one more tonight and I'll be done.

Anyway.

Are you gonna wait out for me tonight?

- Probably.

I got some writing I wanna do.

The movie is terrible, but it got me thinking

about my own story-

You gotta go? - Yeah, sorry.

I'll talk to you when I get home.

- Love you.

God dammit.

- Can I help you?

- Can I use your tele-

Telephone?

- You don't have one?

- Can I come inside?

- Is there something wrong?

- Can I come inside and use your phone?

There's someone following me.

- I don't see anyone.

I...

I think we outran 'em.

- Yeah. Please, come in.

It's local, right?

- Yes. I'm here.

I'm here.

- Whoa, what was that?

What's going on?

What's going on here?

I need your eyes.

- You're gonna die tonight.

- You need to leave right now.

Go away!

I see you!

- I'm calling the cops!

Keep walking.

Can I come inside?

You went to see that scary movie, didn't you?

Yeah, I'm here.

Yeah. Please, come in.

And now you're freaked out.

I'm still here.

I see you.

You're gonna die tonight.

I need your eyes.

Look at me.

- Shut up.

You're gonna die tonight.

- Shut up!

I'm here.

You're gonna die tonight.

Look it!

- I'm home.

Hello?

The number or code you dialled

is indirect.

Please check the number or code and try again.

- Tom?

Hello?

Hello?

Tom, what?

Come on. This isn't funny.

Had a super long day.

What's going on?

I see you.

So, how'd it go today?

13 hours on set and I only had

two lines of dialogue.

- They're lucky they gave you any lines.

Screw you!

So what you got, like another week?

Week and a half?

Like another week and we'll be wrapped.

- You miss me?

Of course.

Are you behaving?

- Of course.

You better be.

- So are we gonna FaceTime tonight or what?

'Cause I'm dying to see that beautiful...

Face.

Actually, I think I got a better idea.

- Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

I recently heard about this new game called Dear, Mirror.

- Dear, Mirror?

Yeah. So this is how it goes, you ready?

- Yeah.

You stand in front of the mirror at midnight,

turn off all the lights,

you light a candle, close your eyes, and you say this:

"Dear, Mirror, never so clearer.

I really miss my love, so please bring her here."

And then you open up your eyes

and you'll see my reflection standing right behind you.

- Wait, what?

Yeah, but you can't turn around.

You have to stay facing the mirror

or the spell will be broken.

- Spell?

What the hell have your LA friends

been showing you out there?

I really wanna try this.

Here, you say it with me, okay?

Dear, Mirror, never so clearer.

I really miss my love, so please bring her here.

- All right.

Dear, Mirror, my girlfriend's never been weirder than-

What was the rest of it? - Come on, babe!

Can you just please do this for me?

- Can't you just say it?

- The guy has to say it!

Look, I'll just text it to you

and you can practise it a few times, okay?

- You're serious?

I mean, can't we just FaceTime and play

Dear, Let's Get Naked again?

I mean, that's a fun game.

Stop! Come on.

Look, it's almost midnight.

Just go to the mirror.

I'll see you soon.

- So exciting.

Shut it off.

Shut it off!

Shut it off!

- All right. I can't believe I'm doing this. Okay.

Dear, Mirror, never so clearer.

I really miss my love, so please bring her here.

Jason.

- No way!

- It worked.

It really worked!

- I mean, how?

Like, I just... No, no.

You can't turn around, remember?

You turn around and you will break the spell.

- No.

No, no. You came home early to surprise me, didn't you?

You were probably outside the apartment

on the phone the whole time, weren't you?

- Shh. No, Jason.

Just enjoy the moment.

You look so handsome tonight.

- This can't be real.

- Mm, it looks pretty real to me.

- You're so beautiful, babe.

- Yeah?

Tell me again.

Tell me how beautiful I am.

- You're so, so beautiful.

- Say it again, Jason.

- You're so beautiful that I can't take it.

- Oh, but you can take it.

You just have to take it.

- You're so beautiful, babe.

Sometimes just the sight of you...

- What's wrong, Jason?

Aren't I beautiful?

You told me I was so beautiful!

Aren't I beautiful?

You told me I was beautiful.

You said I was beautiful!

- You're so beautiful!

You're so beautiful!

Please, you're so fucking beautiful!

- Jason!

Oh my God! It worked!

It really worked!

This can't be real!

- This looks pretty fucking real to me!

- What are you doing?

I can't move!

- No!

What started as isolated incidents

has now become a global catastrophe.

Entire cities have found to be affected

with military and emergency services

stretched beyond capacity.

They infected zones have been expanding

with major metropolitan areas overall.

Safe zones are few and far between,

and many have reported them being overpopulated

and under resourced.

Efforts to contain the virus have largely failed.

Despite the best efforts of international relations,

governments around the world

are struggling to maintain control.

Martial law is in effect in most major regions

and food shortages are rampant.

Survivors are being urged to stay in fortified shelters,

as moving across infected territories is highly dangerous.

- Easy. Easy.

- Willie, what happened to him?

- We found more of them in Course Gold.

Lana, he...

Rich got bit.

Feedback!

Fucking god bless Sierra Hospital.

Get ready, they'll fix them.

They always fix things.

The news, they stopped broadcasting

the National Guard.

- Forget about the news.

They ain't showing shit.

Cows being burned by the hundreds,

kids killing their parents, cities falling.

Grab your daddy's grenade launcher.

We're gonna stop by the gun shack.

- Hey, what do you think, babe?

Still the handsome clown you still remember?

- Stop, okay? Now's another time.

- Hey, it's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

- We're not gonna lose him, do, you understand me?

- Hey, don't mourn my grave.

I ain't dead yet, idiot.

- Shut the fuck up, Richie.

- What's the meaning of this, Heston?

- Hey! Shut up, former buddy!

- Look at this grease ball right here.

Looks like he's a couple cans short of six pack.

- Oh, look at you.

Maybe we can have some fun later.

Hey! - Whoa, hey.

- Hey! - Shut the fuck up!

Whoa.

Stand down, private.

That filthy fucking tongue of yours

is gonna be the death of you.

I don't know why you're so smug, Michael.

Your cowardness is what got us

in this mess in the first place.

Now, settle down, guys.

You find anything?

- We ain't find shit.

- Except for a change of Michael's panties.

- Sorry, they're your mom's.

- What do you want, Heston?

- I simply want a taste of your courteous

and generous hospitality, William.

That's all.

- That's bullshit, asshole.

You wouldn't be here unless you wanted something.

- Oh, your grasp of the obvious is inspiring.

But we are soldiers, ma'am,

and I'll be damned if we failing our duty to protect,

am I right?

- Hurrah!

- Am I right? - Hurrah!

- You expect me to believe you have

our best interest at heart?

- William, boy, you may be a filthy desserter and all,

but we'll put the past in the past.

And actually, just thinking about it

is making me a little emotional right now.

I think I might cry, guys.

I might have to go over here and give William

a big, fat, juicy, wet kiss.

Instead, how about a favour.

We give you a safe escort to Sierra Hospital

and you give me the location of your daddy's guns.

He's lying.

You'd never find the gun shack.

It's hidden.

- Oh, I didn't know I st-st-stuttered!

So I'ma say it again this time.

In plain English.

I.

Need.

Your.

Guns.

- My father's guns are off limits.

Whoa!

- I bet you if I said it in Spanish,

you'd understand me, boy!

- Son of a-

- Oh, I'll be damned!

Get the fuck off me, boy!

- No, no, we're not doing this shit again.

It's like Enrique all over again!

I'm not doing it again! - Hey!

- You didn't fucking do anything!

- You didn't even have the balls to kill him!

That's why we're in this mess!

It wasn't my fault!

What do you mean it wasn't your fault?

- Quiet. - You ran away like a bitch!

- It wasn't my fault! - Fucking pussy!

- I'm not doing it again!

- I said quiet!

- Johnny, we should kill him.

- I said quiet right now!

We are losing precious time,

and Sierra Hospital will not wait on us.

So do tell me the location of the gun shack,

or else I'll end Richie's suffering right now, boy?

- Heston, you can't. They'll save him.

- Listen, Willie, my dear boy.

Richie's appetite right here is evolving.

And when it does and you don't give me

the location of them guns...

Lana's next.

Get 'em the fuck out of my sight!

- Get out! Go! - Go.

- No, stop! What are you doing?

Where are you taking them?

Stop. Come on.

Stop.

Come on.

Where are you taking them?

I'm here.

You're gonna be okay, right?

Stay with me, please.

So cold.

- You're squandering precious time, Will.

And I give Richie about 30 minutes or so

before he's having Lana for supper.

Now, is this something you wanna tell me, boy?

Now maybe you'll say in a language we can understand, boy.

You know what?

You think you're brave, huh?

Prove it.

Think you're brave? Prove it.

Come on, I'ma count to three and only three.

Come on, boy.

One.

Pull that trigger, pussy.

You know you can.

Two, reunite me with your dear ol' daddy.

You know you want to.

Three!

Goddammit!

I give you a shot, you blow it!

So don't blame me for your cowardice.

Your friends could be free right now,

but just like your father, you're weak and pathetic

and you crumbled under the pressure!

- My father was a hero.

- You think your daddy was a hero, boy?

Is that so?

You know what your father's last words he said to me was?

"Wait! Wait!"

Your father was no hero.

He spent the last few seconds of his life begging me for it

before I had to give him a final goodnight kiss.

You liar.

- I'm lying?

Your daddy stared death in the face, boy,

and he himself just like your mama,

and just like you, boy!

- Kill me.

- Nah, not yet.

Not yet.

You give me a reason to whip the brown off your skin, boy.

Come on, give me one reason, I dare you.

You know what, boys?

Let's do what we do best.

Come on. Yeah.

- A little deep sea fishing expedition, little Willie.

Fishing expedition!

Three!

- Please fight it. Fight it!

Please! Please!

No!

No, no, no.

- Just give me the direction!

Is that so goddamn hard, boy!

- Come on, Johnny. If he won't give, let's go.

The evac will leave without us.

- You better check yourself, Corporal.

I don't believe I asked for your fucking opinion now, did I?

Now, boy!

You ready to read tonight with your daddy?

- Keith, he doesn't wanna leave!

Shut up, loser!

- It wasn't about the guns,

he just wants to settle the score!

- He telling the truth, Johnny?

- I will not be questioned

or second guessed by a nigger like you.

Now back the fuck up.

Now! Back to you.

- I ain't going along with this racist ass bullshit anymore.

- I'm in no mood to fuck around right now, Keith.

- Another spineless traitor, just like Will.

- Best you listen to corporal, Robert.

Else you may lose your spine.

I'm a professional, goddammit!

I ain't dying for this shit!

You really are a coward. Did you know that?

- You boys going weak on me?

All these men and no fucking balls!

- This is crazy, man.

Every decision you made

has fucking led us from bad to worse!

- You think you can lead, Corporal?

- Anyone can.

- Get the fuck back!

You gentlemen have a problem with my fucking command?

We can step in that room right there.

He who fucking dares.

And I'll make you suffer a pain so unimaginable,

you'll be begging me for death.

And when you die and you wake up in hell,

you will not find peace, you'll find me

'cause I'll be waiting there for you!

Now stand the fuck down.

What's the matter, your balls fall off?

You weak, sorry excuse of a fucking platoon!

And what the fuck are you looking at, boy!

- What the-

- Hurry! Hurry!

Go, go, go!

- They're everywhere!

- What the hell you waiting on, boy, the fucking calvary?

You know the drill!

Secure the entrance.

I want men at those windows.

Hannah, back door with Keith!

No mercy, no hesitation.

Move it, move it, move it!

If anything comes to those doors, boys,

you drop it like a bad fucking habit.

- I can't.

It's too strong.

Just stop it, okay?

You can do it. You can do it, you're strong.

- Lana...

Was...

Was I good?

- Rich, you're the best.

Okay? I love you.

Oh, no.

I love you.

No.

Richard?

- You got us marked in, Colonel?

- Hurry up!

- Now is no time to be a coward, Michael!

Get your shit together, boy!

Come on, boy.

- Hurry up, Colonel!

- Keith, we got a breach!

We got a breach!

Keith, give me the boards!

I need the boards!

Keith? What are you doing, Keith?

What the fuck are you doing?

You motherfucker, Keith.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Racist son of a bitch.

Motherfucker!

Need a little help over here!

- I got the windows!

Hurry up on the boards Rayaz!

- Sorry, man!

- Oh, shit!

- You disloyal fuck!

- Fuck you, Robbie, lick my ass!

- Forget this, man!

- No!

- What the fuck?

Jesus Christ.

Come on.

- Die, you ugly motherfucker!

- Let's get the fuck out of here.

Richard!

Richard!

- What the...

Come on.

Wait!

Come on!

- Where you think you're going, motherfucker!

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, you're going to die today, boy!

You hear?

Get up!

Get up!

Toss it.

We gonna do this the old fashioned way.

Fisticuff. You ready?

You ready to meet your father, boy?

Motherfucker!

You want some more? You want some more?

Motherfucker! You're gonna fucking die today!

Fucking-

Go ahead, boy.

Make your fucking daddy proud.

Make your fucking daddy proud, boy.

Come on.

- Get the fuck off me!

William!

- Come on, it's gonna be morning soon.