All language subtitles for Dead Hooker in a Trunk

I'm not going back next time.

Darkness all my own.

This is a darkness
all of my own.

The darkness all my own.

No one's got me by.

But not this time,
no, no.

Now run.

Bring to life.

I'll make you think
I'm into you.

No one but myself.

I won't gamble my heart
on love.

Gamble my heart on love.

Oh, so it's all my fault.

That you're running away
from me.

You said one kiss
was nothing.

Well, then one
turned into three.

Oh, so it's all my fault.

That you're running away
from me.

- Well, then one
turned into three.

What are you doing?

Don't do this.

- Fucking asshole.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Oh, oh

Oh, Lord and then Christ
gonna save my soul.

- Open the door!

- Are you awake?

- They're sleeping.

- Fucking cunt!

Why do you have to-

Go ahead.
Here.

Go ahead.

Pull the trigger,
you stupid bitch.

Fucking cow.

Baby.

Bitch!

- What the fuck?

Merde!

- I'll call you later tonight.

- Sure.

Let me guess.

You want me to pick up your
goody-two-shoes little friend

from saving orphans
or something.

- It's youth group, actually.

Morning.

- Morning!

Can we go pick up some shit?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

- Okay, that is so not fair.

- I'll pick up your little
friend from his youth group,

and then you two
can come with us to pick up.

- You know, whatever.

- Morning.

Pleasant day.

Nice to see you.

- Jesus Christ, our Lord.

And Savior

keeps me on my best.

Behavior.

When I'm all alone.

Out to pasture.

Light will kill the dark.

So much faster.

Jesus Christ.

Everyone!

Jesus Christ.

I need you now.

I need you now.

- Have you accepted Jesus Christ
as your personal Savior?

- You came.
That's totally awesome.

This is my youth group.

- Cool.

- Fist ups!

Replay.

- We were just doing some
totally awesome brainstorming

on our next
anti-pornography bake sale.

It's pretty cool.

And that was-l wrote that.

- That's great.

- Are you losers
ready to go yet?

- You brought
your sister's friend too.

How was your concert last night?

- What the fuck
are you talking about?

- Fuck!

- Awesome.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

- Sorry.

I should get off you.

- No complaints here.

- That was probably one
of the more exciting things

that's happened
at one of these events.

- No shit.

- Look,
she is Satan.

I might have known.

Did she try to kiss the priest?

- I don't know.

He wouldn't do that, though.

- She's amazing.

- Just forget about it.

She's not even worth it.

- If you say so.

- So I've never seen somebody

catch on fire
at a church before.

You guys think
that means something?

- Maybe you died.

So the whole church lit on fire,
and we all died,

and then we didn't
even realize it,

and now we're stuck
in that waiting room

between life and death.

- Purgatory?

- Yeah!
Purgatory.

So this car is purgatory.

- The car is not purgatory.

- So the car is purgatory.

But we've all lived, like,
these messed-up lives,

so the dude upstairs
calling the shots

doesn't know
if we're going up or down

because it's, like,
a complicated decision,

and you're such, like,
a goody-two-shoes

that maybe you haven't even
had the opportunity

to make a bad decision,

so they can't let you in
until they know

if you're good because
you choose to be good, right?

- I choose to do good things
because I'm a nice person.

- I'm just saying it
like I see it.

Perfect.

- What the fuck is that smell?

- Awesome.

- Actually,
I think these are mine.

- Oh, you think those are yours?

There is a dead body
in the trunk!

With drugs...

and things.

- We have to call the police
right now.

- No.

We don't know
how she got in there.

- What do you mean we don't know
how she got in there?

Who cares?

That's for the police
to figure out.

It's not like you guys had
anything to do with it, right?

Right?

- Last night is really fuzzy
right now.

- Yeah?

Well, you better make it pretty
fucking unfuzzy pretty quick.

There is a dead hooker
in a trunk,

and that is a big fucking deal!

- Just let me fucking think.

- Hey.
You guys okay?

You having car problems?

- No.

No problem.

- What about him?

- Oh, he has
acid reflux disorder.

Sometimes, you know,
he just has to let it all out.

- Yeah, my brother-in-law
has that too, sometimes.

- Thank you so much
for stopping.

- Oh, well, you're welcome.

Which way are you guys going?
- Why?

- Well, I just spent
a half an hour going through

a roadblock back that way.

Thought I'd save you
some trouble seeing as your-

your friend
has an infliction and all.

- Thank you so much.

That's really good to know.

We'll keep it in mind.

- Fuck off now.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Okay, get in the fucking car.

- No.
We go to the police.

- Get in the car,
or I'm leaving without you.

- Let's go, little man.

- Drive still, okay?

- Hi, there.

- Hi.

- We'd like a room.

Now, I know this isn't enough
for a room,

but my friend out there

wants to make up the difference.

Oh, yeah.

- You got yourselves a room!

- You know, that was pretty fast
thinking there, sis.

- I'm surprised it worked.

I thought he might
have some questions.

- Like why she's not moving
or talking?

- Well, maybe he just thought
she was shy.

- I'm going to be sick.

- Can you wait, please?

I almost have her rinsed out.

- I think I'll be okay.

I made a bed for her
in the other room.

I thought it would be nice if
she had somewhere nice to stay,

and that creepy hotel clerk
still thinks that she's alive,

so maybe we should play along.

She deserves to stay somewhere
nice to stay tonight.

She's done a lot for you guys

and for us.

It must suck to be in a trunk.

- So now what?

- We take her into the woods,
and we bury her.

- I don't approve of that.

- You don't even have a shovel.

- I saw one outside.

I'll go get it.

Look after them, okay?

- Okay.

Careful.

- This is nice.

It's like when you used to
live with us.

My mom said it would be like
getting a sister,

but it wasn't really like that.

It didn't seem like you were
related to me at all.

It seemed like you were just
my friend that was a girl,

like a girlfriend.

- Yeah.

You're my best friend.

Well, kind of like
my only friend, but...

I just-

I just hate how stubborn
she gets, you know?

- Do you think they had anything
to do with it?

- No.
I don't.

- What are you doing?

- I'm calling the police.

- Excuse me, ma'am?

- Me?
- Yes.

We're just following up
on a call we received.

Can we talk to you for a minute?

- Sure.
Why not?

- We received
an anonymous phone call

that you may have
some information

regarding
the missing person case.

- Nope.
Wasn't me.

- Hmm, sell, the caller said
you might be reluctant

to give information.

We just have a few questions.
That's all.

- I told you boys
I don't what you're talking-

- Ma'am, we can do this here,

or we could take you down
to the station.

It's your call.

- Okay.

You win.

Now, what can I do for you?

- Oh, don't you worry.

This won't take long at all.

- Probably not.

The drugs are in the trunk.

See if I'm lying.

- Go get 'em.

- ¿Today is the day ¿

¿The threading will fade ¿

¿Today you held me together ¿

¿Fastens, stuffing, silk,
and feathers ¿

¿Tied up ¿

¿Ln lace ¿

¿Lt won't be too long ¿.

Yeah.
No.

It's just me.

Um... no, no, it's not that.
Everything's fine.

I just, um...

I'm not going to be able
to come in and help today.

Yeah, no,
everything's okay.

I just have to help
my friends out with something.

[whispering]
You guys!

That's just praying.

We're just doing some good
old-fashioned loving the Lord.

Okay.

Well, it's-

Okay, bye.

Thanks, guys!

Isn't that great?

That's what you want to hear

right when I'm talking
to my youth group leader,

you guys dropping a dead body.

- Sorry.

Maybe if one of us
wasn't stoned 24-7.

- Grab her bum.

I can't do it.

- What the fuck?

- Gentlemen.

You have to undo us.

- No.

But I will leave the door open.

- Fuck this shit, man.

I'm taking a break.

I don't need this shit.

- You're taking a break, huh?
- Yeah.

- And what union
of mentally inept workers

do you belong to, exactly?

- Get off my case.

- She's only on your case
because we care about you.

- I can't believe
you called the cops on me.

You are such a fucking bitch.

- Well, it looks like
you managed to escape

in your typical Sylvester
and Tweety sort of way.

- You're not as smart
as you fucking think you are,

you fucking geek.

- It was the right thing
to do, okay?

I mean, what are you doing?

I don't understand
why you can't see it.

Just because you find a body

and you think
you might be responsible,

you try to bury it?

- What am I supposed to do?

- I wish for once
you'd just listen to me, okay?

This is stupid.

You can't just dump it
and pretend it never happened.

- Well, you can't just
drive around

with a corpse in your car.

Fuck it.

I'm gonna dump it.

- Do it.
- No, you're not.

- Get the fuck out of my way.

- Don't worry.

I got this.

- Anyone else?

- No, I'm cool.

Let's just fucking do it.

- I don't think we should.

Maybe we shouldn't.

- What did you say?

- Um, I'm all for burying her
and stuff like that.

I think it's a good idea.

I really think that
I do like it,

but, um...

it's broad daylight.

So maybe we shouldn't.

- Shit.

It is kind of sketchy.

We should probably wait
until it's dark.

- Can we do a pickup?

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

- We're going to
pick up drugs now?

- Yeah.

- Why?

- Isn't the trunk full of them?

- I need different.

- Any more fucking questions?

- No.
- What?

- No.
- Good.

Well, let's go.

- Help her.
- Can you help me?

- Fucking cock punch! Cock punch.

- I'll be just a minute, okay?

- If we have to do this
one more fucking time,

I'm going to lose
my fucking mind.

- It's fine.

I'll be right back.

- How is it fucking fine?

- Don't give me that.

- So you're just going to
leave me in the parking lot

for the rest
of the fucking night!

Thank you.

Thank you!

- Nice.

- Get out of my fucking face.

- Is that any way
for a lady to talk?

- Whatever, Liberace.

- Hey.

- I'm just here
for my shit, okay?

So don't give me
any of your shit.

- I'll get your bags.

- You know, you and I
don't really talk much.

- No, we don't.

- Well, we have a minute.

- Yup.

You look pretty... or...

- Thanks.

- So, like, you...

can't even try
to clean up without me?

- Is your friend
waiting for you?

That little juvie psycho bitch?

No, wait, wait, wait.

I'm sorry.

I'm just-

I miss you.

- Yeah, well...

I really miss you too, okay?

But I'm not such an asshole
about it.

- Help me out.

- So are you fucking anyone?

- What?
No.

- Sorry, I mean, like,
do you have a boyfriend?

- I'm not gay.

- Girlfriend?

- No, I don't.

- Really.

Not even you and my sister?

Because, you know,
I've always kind of wondered

about the two of you.

- Things with your sister and I
are going very fine,

and I don't need your help,
thank you.

- Really?

How well can they be going
if everybody thinks you're gay?

You should probably
man up man up a little.

- You should probably try
acting more like a lady.

- Yeah?

Whatever.

- Hello?

We have Chinese food here.

- The door.

- Yeah.
Shut up.

- Hello?

- Who is it?

- Chinese food guy.

- I didn't order Chinese.

- My boss told me,
Chinese food here.

- What the fuck!

Stop!
What the hell?

Get that-

No!

No, don't!

- Where's the drugs?

- Dude, dude,
before you even start,

I didn't mean to hit you.

It's just,
you called the fucking cops,

and you know
I fucking hate fucking cops.

Sorry.
- Where are we?

- We're just here waiting for-

- Where are we?

- Wait,
shut the fuck up.

- Attention, please!

- Wait.
Where did you say she went?

Shit.

- Hey, assfuck!

- Bitch!

- I don't know.

But it certainly sounds like
some very fucked-up shit

that the police
would most certainly

be very interested in
investigating.

Don't you think?

I already told you.

We were picking up drugs.

I don't know what kind.

Lots probably,
knowing her.

I'm not lying.

- We need to get up, okay?

- We do it all the time.

We always pick up drugs.

Yes.

- All right.
All right.

- I will testify to that.

Absolutely.

Yeah.

These aren't really
my friends, okay?

My sister has
an illegal firearm.

That might be something else.

Shit!

- What were all those noises?

- Son of a bitch!

- What happened to your eye?

- Why are we stopped?

- I need to check
the fucking map.

Are you okay?

- I'm totally freaking out here.

- Not you!

- It's fine.

We just need to stay calm,

regulate our breathing,

and stay focused.

And find a drug store.

- She needs serious
medical attention.

- Well, there is no hospital in
the middle of Buttfuck, Nowhere.

My apologies.

- It's fine.

I can fix us.

We'll just find some supplies,
and we'll be fine.

I mean...

You're fine right?

- Actually, I'm quite
fucking far from being fine.

Why do people always ask
if someone's okay

when something
bad happens?

I'm fucked up!

I'm fucking fucked
right the fuck up!

- She said not to freak out.

Have a cigarette or something.

It'll calm you down.

- Smoking's bad for her.

- I don't think it's going to
fuck me up anymore.

- Just saying,
the smoke gets in-

- Hey.
I can take care of myself.

I don't need you
fussing over me.

- You guys just
almost died today,

so, you know,
I was worried about you.

- You know what?

I don't need your help!

- What the fuck?

- What the fuck?

- Get in the car!

Turn around!

Get in the fucking car.

Now!

Get her in the car.

Get her in the car.

Help her in the car!

Ln!

Get in.

Come around!

God damn it!

Get in!

Hold this!

Hold this.

Fuck, man.

- There's nothing
in the fucking car.

This is all I could find,

and the gas station
didn't have shit.

- It's fine.
Just give me it.

The tape.

- Is she okay, or...

- You'll have to give me a hand.

How's it look?
- Lt looks good.

You look like an anime character
or something.

- Are you okay?

You're not gonna...

- Be-ugh.

Beautiful.

- Oh, fuck.

Sorry.

- Just hold it there.

- How are you?

'Cause I don't think
I can do this

without depth perception.

- Oh, you've got to be
fucking kidding me.

- He was in Boy Scouts.

It'll be fine.

I'll talk you through it.

- It's okay.

He probably knows
what he's doing.

- Just do it!

- What do I do?

- Just sew it up.

Like a quilt or something.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, my God!

- Just under and over.

- How do you know what to do?

- It's almost done.

- Ouchies!

- It's almost done.

- Oh, shit!

- It's okay.

- Don't puke in my arm.

- Tie it around tight.

Okay.

All right.

That's it.
That's it.

- Careful with the hook.

- Okay.
- Awesome.

- Well, I can't believe
it actually worked.

- I'm not sure that it did.

- It looks fine.

- Well, it'll have to do.

I'm going to go bury the body.

You guys just wait here,

and I'll bring you to
the hospital after I'm done.

- No, wait.

- Dude!
Don't start with me.

- We should go with you.

- What?
- We should go with you.

We'll go together.

- Yeah.
We're all in this together.

- Okay.
Right.

- Can you give me a hand?

- I'm good.
- Oh, fuck.

- Sorry.

- You got her?

- Okay.

Shit.

- Okay, come on.

- All right.

Is she dead?

- Well, she is now.

- Guys.

No.

No, thanks.
I don't want any.

- It's medicinal.

- Not bad for your first time.

- Whatever.

- Just fucking with you.

Shit.

You need to lighten up.

You're nutty.

- I really like you.

No.

No, I do-
you and my sister.

I think you're both really cool.

I'm really happy
that we're, uh...

That we're friends right now.

You know, in a really
fucked-up way,

this is probably
the most fun I've ever had.

- You know what?

Some of this shit you don't even
need drugs to enjoy.

- Fuck, man.
We should have just buried her.

- We can't just leave her there.

- You know, back there,

it was probably
just muscle contractions.

- She sat up,
and she was breathing.

- No, um...

- She looked at you.

- Yeah, man.

It's creepy.

Rigor mortis is fucked.

- You guys are at peace.

Because-because she-

- You know what
I've been thinking?

I've been thinking
about thinking.

'Cause, I mean, usually
you think about things, like,

that you've seen or people,
but, I mean, a blind person?

If you've never thought about-

you know, if you've never
seen anything,

then what do you think about?

I guess you could-

I guess you could
kind of, like, feel stuff.

Or-

Yeah, yeah,
you could feel stuff.

But, I mean, I guess
you'd come up with

some pretty fucked-up shit.

You know, I'm really glad
we could have this conversation.

I really feel like
you get me.

I do.

That's awesome.

Dude, I thought
you just had to take a piss.

- I'm just gonna be a minute.

- You touched her bum.

- Sorry?
- I did too.

- Oh, you've got to be
fucking kidding me.

Start the car!

Fucking motherfucker!

Fucker!

You!

Mother!

Fucker!

- You son of a whore
that fucks his mother.

I'm going to miss my youth group
meeting for this shit?

I'm going to get
that dirty hotel manager

to ride your fucking ass.

What do you think
of that, cowboy, huh?

You ever been skull-fucked
after an ass-rape?

Jesus doesn't love you.

Oh, my goodness!

- That was awesome!

- Oh, my God,
are you okay?

Oh, my goodness!

- It's okay.

You didn't get my good eye.
Really.

- Guys, this is probably the guy
who killed the hooker.

- Probably?

Oh, probably.

What the hell were you thinking?

- Oh, I was thinking,
"Gee, wouldn't it be nice

"if this fucking guy
wasn't fucking dragging me

down the fucking road."

- Stop fighting!

- Shut the fuck up!

- Don't tell him to shut up!

You guys.

Fuck.

My arm is fucking ripped off.

I need to go
to a fucking hospital

before I fucking bleed to death.

Chill out.

- Guys, we take
the fucking hooker,

and we dump the body
on the side of the road.

We keep driving.

That's what we do.

- I'm not being a part of this

if you guys
are just dumping her.

I'm going to go to church,

if you guys need me,
praying for you two,

not for me, because I'm still
going to heaven, so...

Probably.

Sorry.

- God bless you, fucker.

- What the fuck was that?

Sis, I'm sorry.

We should be celebrating.

It's over.

- Yeah, you know what?

I'm going home.

Fuck you.

- What about you?

I'll take you
to a fucking hospital.

- Hi, there.

Could I get a cab, please?

Heading to North Van.

By cash.

Actually, could you please
take me downtown?

- All by yourself, huh?

- I guess so.

- You gonna go see your friends?

- I've been spending a lot of
time with my friends, actually.

I think it's time
to take a break.

- I see.

Girl problems, huh?

- You have no idea.

- Well, they can be
a lot of trouble.

Is she pretty?

- Actually, two of them
just scare the heck out of me.

And the other one probably
might have been pretty one day,

back when she was more fresher.

The other one is just amazing.

- Amazing.

Is she the special one?

- To me, she is.

She's perfect,

and I just want to spend
all of my time with her.

- Except now, of course.

You can't just leave her
when things get hard, you know?

You have to man up.

Go get your girl.

- That's a good idea.

- How'd you get so smart?

- ¿I got to keep
trusting in God ¿

¿I got to be dependent
on Him ¿

¿Trust him,
oh, my Lord ¿

¿Yeah ¿.

- And I believe this is
where you get off.

This is going to be
on the house.

And, hey, always remember,
Jesus loves everybody.

- I know.

- Indeed.

- Dude, you're not even
coming in with me?

Fuck, man.

Fuck you.
Fuck you.

- Fuck you!

- I'm here for you.

- But how did you get here?

- I don't know.

Where are we?

This is her house.

I thought maybe
we could go inside

and find a clue or something.

- Maybe she has a family,

and we can give her
a proper burial.

- Right.

Well.

- It smells bad in here.

- Yeah, sort of.

- I don't think
we should be in here.

- Maybe someone wanted her dead?

Hello?

- Get it off the puppy!

- Me?

- I don't want to touch it.

Quickly.

Come here.

Come here.
Come here.

It's heavy.

- What are you doing?

- We can't just leave him here.

- Okay.
- Ha!

- Did you see the paper
in there?

It says there's a serial killer
on the loose, on the loose,

and hookers
have been disappearing,

which means they didn't have
anything to do with it.

They're just so drunk and high
all the time

that they didn't even
realize it.

- Okay.

- We need to find them.
- Okay.

- Shit.
I wish we had a car.

- I have a car.

So this is fun.

- Yeah, it will be once
I get this thing working.

I think I dropped it.

- What is it?

- Well, you know how my sister
takes off all the time?

I put a GPS in her phone.

I thought this would be
a good way to keep track of her.

- That is so neat.

- Yeah, except it
isn't working right now.

- Here.

- Actually,
it's kind of complicated.

- There you go.

- You fixed it.

- I want to buy you some food.

- Okay.

First we have that, um...

we have to take care of
that dead hooker first.

- Right.
- Irate driver.

- Come on.

Now, that's-
come on!

Sorry I acted that way.

- So she goes up and one-punches
the douche bag

and brings it back,

and then the repressed guy,

the guy I was talking
about before,

he sews it back on.

So I'm kind of worried about it,

but, well,

since you're going to be
prescribing me stuff anyway,

I would totally appreciate
anything off this list too.

Anything.

Anything.

- Hi.

Do you have any string or thread
or something to fix my pants?

- Yeah, I think I have some.

Dude, what happened?

- I walked into a door.

- You can just take that shit
if you want.

- Thanks.

Do you know this girl?

- Yeah, I do.

She's rad.

- Do you know where she lives?

- I didn't know
they let animals in here.

Hey!

Awesome, you're here too.

- What?

- With my sister.

- No, she took off.

- Where is she?

- You know what?
I think I have an idea.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, that's
looking much better.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Who's this?

- It's Billy.
I found him.

- Hi, Billy.

Can I hold him?

- No.

- I have an arm.

Let me hold him.

- Don't drop him.

He's not acid.
- Hi.

- Okay, we should go.

- Hi.

Hi.

He's funny, eh?

- Good old predictable sis.

Always two steps behind me.

- Fuck off and die.

- Don't be a bitch.

- Tough.
I thought I was.

- This is going well.

- Well, maybe you guys
shouldn't have all ditched me.

- Hey.
You ditched me.

- We were going
our separate ways.

- Look, can we stop this?

We've already been here.

I know where to bury her.

- You're the one who drove off,

and now you're pretending
to be the hurt one?

- Oh, fuck you.

- You know what?
Fuck you!

- Can we just quit this shit?

I'm fucking tired of it.

Fuck it.

She obviously doesn't have
any family

or anyone that cares about her,

so it's our responsibility
to put her to rest.

That's what everyone
wants to do, right?

That's what we all think is
the right thing to do.

Are you going to hit me?

- No.

You're right.

Guys, I'm sorry I was being
such a cunt.

- Good.
No more weird twists.

And maybe because I know
the father so well,

he won't ask
too many questions.

- Oh, my God,
that's him.

That's the guy.

- What?
Where?

- Right across the street.

- Motherfucker.
- That is so weird.

What is the coincidence of him
being right there?

- Where's he going?

- Um, guys.

I think he's waking up.

- I'm just
getting my tools together.

- Oh, my God!

- You don't even
worry about that.

You know, I thought doing that
would wake you up.

But who knows?

Medical mystery.

- We decided we didn't want you
to reproduce.

- You blinded my sister.

- You snuck up behind her,

and you knocked
her fucking eye out.

- I didn't do it.

- Yeah?

You killed a girl,

and you put her
in my fucking trunk!

You're a serial killer.

We know.

We read the papers.

Who knows how many other people
are dead because of you?

The bat proves it,

and this...

is how we decided...

to deal with you!

- Stop!

- No, assfuck.

You don't get a say
in the matter.

Ice pick!

- Ice pick.

- No, it wasn't me.

- Hammer!

- Hammer.

- ¿And after all
I've done to you ¿

¿How can it be ¿

¿You still believe in me ¿

¿I try hard to be more
what you want me to be ¿

¿But I can't help how I act ¿

¿When you're not
here with me ¿

¿I try hard to be strong ¿

¿But sometimes I fail myself ¿

¿And after all
I've promised you ¿

¿So faithfully ¿

¿You still believe in me ¿

¿I want to cry ¿.

- Dude, I thought he was gay.

- What?

- I thought he was gay.

- Get it, though.

- Well, apparently not.

Guys, I'm really tired.

Maybe we should just have
a good night's sleep

and then meet up
to bury the body tomorrow.

- Okay.

- What, really?

- Yeah.

Do you need a ride home?

- No, I think I'm just going to
take Billy for a walk.

- Okay.

Is that all you got?

- I don't know
where she could be.

- She was acting all weird
last night,

like acting kind
and everything.

I tried calling her,
and no one answered.

- What, is she like our
unofficial leader or something?

- Well, her room is trashed,

but it kind of always
looks that way.

- Well, you're the smart one.

Why don't you go find a clue?

- Smart one?

It's not like we're all just
a big group of stereotypes.

- Um, I found a clue.

- What did you find?

- Remember when there was a body
in the trunk?

It's gone now.

- What?

- It's a business card. Business card.

Looks like someplace
your sister would go.

- You look like a little angel
when you're sleeping.

- I'm going to fucking kill you.

- Like you killed my brother?

- What?

- Don't play coy.

I know you did it.

- Wait a minute.

The hooker was a guy?

- No.

I killed her.

You killed
who you thought was me

but was in actuality
my little brother

who just so happened
to borrow my baseball bat.

How is your sister by the way?

- Who the fuck are you?

- Don't you know by now?

Gentlemen?

We're going to need
a little bit of privacy.

- You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

- I'm afraid not, dear.

- But you helped me.

- I know.

But it's only because
I want to be

the one to hurt you.

- I don't see her anywhere.

- Shit, she must be inside.

- I have an idea.

- Big man.

- If you're a very lucky girl,
you might get to find out.

But you'll probably be dead
by then.

What's that?

Excuse me?
I'm sorry.

I couldn't hear that.

Could you speak up?

No quip?

No smart remark?

I get it.

You're waiting for your friends
to bust in and save the day.

- Not even my friends
are that retarded.

- Hey, there, you bitches,
who wants a piece of me?

Or are you all too busy
sucking cock

or rather fantasizing about cock
to suck in the future

or past cock sucking
experiences?

- And if you think that little
girl punch intimidates me,

you're even more pathetic
than I thought.

I mean, seriously,
what the fuck?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- What the fuck's
wrong with you?

- What the fuck
is wrong with you?

Oh, my God.

- What the hell
is wrong with you?

- Good boy doesn't even cry.

Don't worry.

I've done this
hundreds of times.

- There is no way
I'm touching that thing.

- What the fuck's
wrong with you?

You have a forked cock.

Peace at last.

So much better.

Just the two of you
against me?

Oh, my God,
I'm so scared.

- Now it's fair.

- Well.

Actually still not fair.

Gentlemen?

Now it's fair.

- Fucker!

- Did you just barf?

- A little in my mouth.

I'll get the dog.

- I'll get the hooker.

- Okay.

- She's beautiful, isn't she?

Just like all the others.

- That was my sister,
you sick fuck.

It was you in the papers too,
wasn't it?

- I thought you were
the smart one.

Took you a little while

to figure it out, though,
didn't it?

- Don't come near me.

- Actually, I was thinking
more like in you.

And X marks the spot.

- Why?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Oh, all this aggression.

Is that a family trait?

- You could say so.

What's the matter, assfuck?

I thought you could handle
two girls.

Are you okay?

- Am I okay?

Dude, you were fucking dead.

- Like dying could kill me.

- ¿Well, the sky's dusted
with holes that gleam ¿

¿I'm sorry for ¿

¿The way I seem ¿

¿It's just me ¿.

- Aw, twins!

- ¿It's just you ¿.

- Hey, guys.

- Get on your knees.

Oh!
No drugs, eh?

- It's not mine.

Fuck you, it's not mine.

- All right.

- Okay, let's do this.

- We weren't doing anything.

- Time to say bye to Mommy.

Good night, hooker.

- Careful with her, you.

- ¿If I still ¿

¿Look back ¿

¿At everything you had ¿

¿And I know ¿

♪

¿Won't get you now ¿

¿I ¿

¿Won't get you now ¿.

- I can't believe
there aren't any repercussions

for all the things we did
over last few days.

- You guys have done some
serious personal growth.

Maybe you'll even
save your souls.

- Most people go to hell
for what you guys did.

- Uh, the big picture.

- You know, I think we deserve
a few days off.

What do you guys say?

You get to pick this time.

- Really?

Well, there's this comic book
thing in L.A. that's cool.

- I just have to check at home,
and I'm good to go.

- Mexico?

- ¿The ice storm is ready ¿

¿The bodies all float
down the stream ¿

¿Everything heads down
the coast ¿

¿They're just fallin'
like ghosts ¿

♪

¿Your eyes are blood red
from the gas ¿

¿The riots will flood
this whole town ¿

¿Lt will burn to the ground ¿

¿We all walk down
to the graveyard ¿

¿We'll lay the bodies
into their holes ¿

¿Come with me,
come with me, sweetheart ¿

¿Lay with me
next to our tombstones ¿

¿I gave up on this city ¿

¿Packed up my things
and went west ¿

¿No more buses and cabs ¿

¿No more B.O. in the tram ¿

¿Well, aren't you so pretty ¿

¿Your eyes are blood red
from the gas ¿

¿The riots
will swallow this town ¿

¿Lt will burn to the ground ¿

¿We all walk down
to the graveyard ¿

¿We'll lay the bodies
into their holes ¿

¿Come with me,
come with me, sweetheart ¿

¿Lay with me
next to our tombstones ¿

¿And last night,
I dreamed it again ¿

¿New York was sinking ¿

¿The sky was bright red ¿

¿When the birds
left their roost ¿

♪ You were on top of a car ♪

♪ Watching the water ¿♪¿

♪ Rise up from the street ♪

♪ Lt just dumped at your feet ¿♪¿