Original subtitles

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

LOIS: Anne.

Anne, come on, look at me.

Look at me!

Everything is gonna be okay, okay?

Can you move your wrists?

I'm here, okay? I promise you, I'm here.

I'm here.

(DOOR CREAKING)

GIRL: Daddy.

Please.

(CRYING) Please, I'm begging you!

Please forgive me.

Please, please just let us go.

Please, I'm begging you!

Please, please forgive me, let me go!

Please.

Please, I promise you, we won't tell anyone.

We won't tell anyone, I promise.

We won't tell anyone!

Has mommy said what she's been up to?

Connor! Connor! Connor, no!

Please, Connor!

No! No, no! Don't you touch her!

Don't you touch my baby! Don't you touch her.

CONNOR: Why don't you tell her what you've done?

Slut!

Holy shit! Oh, my God, no!

(LOIS SCREAMING, CHOKING)

(ANNE SCREAMING)

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Why?

You had fun, didn't you?

- Yeah, I guess. - My head is pounding.

- THALIA: Gina, stop. - (MUMBLING)

- Do you guys want anything? - Yes! Champagne.

The wedding party starts now, Mrs. Braithway!

You know, if I bloat and I don't fit into that dress, this is on you.

That is completely true. You know, I do think you'll put on about ten pounds...

- ...so how about I have your glass? - Fuck off.

Hey, is Lisa okay?

Well, she might be a little better if she wasn't paying for the gas?

MELISSA: Shit, yeah.

Run!

She's so funny.

LISA: And number one please.

- 40 pounds, 20 P. - That's right.

Hey. Lisa.

- Hey, I've got this. - No, it's fine. It's your wedding present.

Don't say I didn't get you anything. Thank you.

- Okay, look, is this because you think... - It's fine. I don't wanna talk about it.

(DOOR BELL RINGING)

Hey.

- Come on, come on, come on! - (FINGERS TAPPING)

(MACHINE DINGING)

No, fuck. No, no, no, no.

Uh, hey, do you need gas?

Thank you.

(EERIE MUSIC)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC) - (THALIA LAUGHING)

No.

You can't do that, that's wrong. Did you see that creep in there?

Yes, you've got to stop being nice to these people.

I did something nice, then it turned into being perved on.

- Well, you're asking for it. - GINA: We're gonna be late, come on!

- MELISSA: Ladies. - (GIRLS SQUEALING)

GINA: Yes, that's what I'm talking about.

MELISSA: All right.

THALIA: Yeah, I know you can.

MELISSA: Hey, that's the guy.

THALIA: What the hell?

Keep your eyes to yourself, creep.

(DELICATE PIANO MUSIC)

(MOVING TO DRAMATIC MUSIC)

GINA: So it's been a while since you and your sister have seen each other, huh?

Stupid question.

- You've not spoken much? - She hardly called.

Don't make it too obvious that you don't wanna be here, okay, buddy?

- I'm fine. - You're not excited to be maid of honor?

She hasn't asked.

MELISSA: Here we go.

GINA: Thanks!

- How are we doing for gas? - Oh, yeah, fine.

It doesn't take much for this car to pack in though.

It would be helpful if all the pubs had Wi-Fi.

Okay, here. Welcome to the countryside.

I hate the countryside.

MELISSA: Hey, you.

BRANDON: Hey, how's it going?

Yeah, it's good. How's it looking there?

(MELISSA GIGGLES)

I can't wait to see you.

Yeah.

(EERIE MUSIC)

Uh, shit, I've gotta go.

Yeah, okay.

Uh, love you too, bye.

- Is that the creep from the gas station? - Yeah.

What?

Hey, hey, creep, are you getting a good look, are you?

Freak.

GINA: Leave it.

THALIA: Fucking country freaks.

(MYSTERIOUS PIANO MUSIC)

GINA: God, it's creepy around here, isn't it?

- MELISSA: Really? - GINA: Hmm, yeah, it's creepy.

No, it's not.

THALIA: Right, so if we take the path here.

- LISA: Yeah. - THALIA: We should get on the right track.

Is there anywhere we can chop off a few hours?

We could try the back roads?

- Great. - Oh, you.

Come on, Melissa, if we don't hurry, Brandon might marry someone else.

Hey, like me, baby.

- MELISSA: Oh, my God. - All right, let's go.

She's pretty.

(EERIE MUSIC)

LISA: Wait, what, what is that?

MELISSA: Oh, my God, is that the guy from the gas station?

That's his fucking car.

What are we gonna fucking do?

THALIA: Oh, fuck this shit!

MELISSA: What?

GINA: Oh, my God.

Hey! Hey, weirdo!

Are you gonna move your car or what?

LISA: Shut up.

(THALIA KNOCKING)

THALIA: I said move your fucking car.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

- LISA: Holy shit! - MELISSA: Oh, my God!

You! Get out now!

I said get out the fucking car!

- Get back in. - Okay, okay.

- Get in the car now. - (THALIA CRYING)

- GINA: Hey, creep, leave her alone! - Get in the car! I said, get in the car!

- TIM: Getting married, huh? - What.. what are...

What are you... what are you doing?

(MELISSA CRYING)

On the floor.

I don't know what you think is going on here but I was trying to help you earlier.

(ENGINE RATTLING)

TIM: Don't you fucking play me!

Stay away from the car. On the floor, over there now!

Stay away from the car.

It's not what you said...

- ...it's what you did. - I'm sorry!

You looked at me earlier like I was scum on your shoe.

I am so sorry.

If we met differently, you could have been marrying me.

(MELISSA SCREAMING)

- (SLAP THUDDING) - (MELISSA GRUNTING)

I'm gonna teach you all a lesson!

- (MOVING TO DRAMATIC MUSIC) - (PUNCH THUDDING)

GINA: Wait here.

THALIA: Gina, where are you going?

GINA: How are you doing? Okay?

Lisa, what did you do?

- Is he okay? - I fucking hope not.

- He's not breathing. - We need to call the cops.

- Oh, my God, they're gonna take me away! - No, they're not. It wasn't your fault.

Come on.

GINA: No, no! Give me that, gimme that.

What? No, we need to call the cops. We need to tell them what happened.

- If we just leave it, it'll get worse! - No, no! It wasn't our fault, okay?

Yes, but if we leave his body, then no one will believe us.

Thalia! Would you rather it be him on the ground or you...

- ...because I'd much rather it be him. - Then what the hell do we do?

We shouldn't be doing this.

We need to get as far away from here as we can.

(DELICATE MUSIC)

Fuck. We're running out of fucking gas.

- Shit. - Now do we call the cops?

Oh, yeah. Oh, hi, officer, fucking can you help us?

We're going to a wedding. We have a fucking dead body in our trunk.

Okay, no fucking signal anyway!

No, babe, but seriously if you have any other suggestions, I'm all ears.

Guys, there's a house.

- I don't know. - No, no, it's a good idea.

Okay, we're lost, we have no idea where we're going.

So at least somebody might be able to give us directions.

Okay.

(MOVING TO OMINOUS MUSIC)

(WIND WHISTLING)

This isn't exactly a fucking spa day, is it?

No, come on, come on.

Okay, we'll be on our way again soon.

Okay, what we need to do is we need to find out where we are..

...we need to get some gas...

...get... we need to get rid of the body...

...clean ourselves up, get to the wedding and we can say that we...

...that we got stuck in, traffic or something.

Yeah, yeah. Exactly.

- Yeah. Okay. - Okay.

Right, come on, guys, we need to pull ourselves together. Okay?

All of us.

Okay.

Come on, let's go in.

(GINA KNOCKING)

I don't think anyone's here.

Hello?

(GASPS)

Oh, oh, I'm so... I'm so sorry.

- Hello, dears. - We're... we're lost.

I shan't imagine you'd be here otherwise.

Well, we're running low on gas. Can you help?

Do I look like a petrol station?

We were hoping you could point us in the right direction.

Well, there's nothing around here for miles and miles.

I mean, I'd offer you a telephone but, you see, I don't have anyone to ring. So...

Well, I may know someone who can help.

Are you ladies coming in?

(GENTLE PIANO MUSIC)

Yeah, yeah.

The gardener comes on Wednesday.

I don't have many guests, but if you girls wish to stay then...

...I'm sure he can sort some petrol and get you on your way then.

Oh, how rude of me.

My name is Miss Perkins.

MISS PERKINS: I have very strict rules.

You see, I'm not used to visitors having always lived here alone.

I like my routines.

Dinner is served at six and lights are out at eight.

(CLOCK CHIMING)

So, where are you all heading?

GINA: Oh, Melissa is getting married.

- Married? - Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

How sweet.

Have you ever been married, Miss Perkins?

Me?

No.

Marriage doesn't mean very much in my opinion.

A romantic fiction...

...but, what do I know?

I'm just an old lady, living in the middle of nowhere...

...no one to save me, and...

...no one to let me down.

I take pleasure in the finer things.

Reading, cooking, farming, hunting.

You see, it is possible to live without the need of another.

Well, this looks yummy.

- Yeah, thank you so much. - I do what I can.

(EERIE MUSIC)

MISS PERKINS: I hope your stay is equally to your liking.

Respect my rules and I'll respect you girls' space.

THALIA: She seems a little odd.

Yeah, well, she seems nice enough to let us stay.

- It doesn't mean she's a nice person. - It will be fine.

Hey, look, I've been thinking, I don't think we need to keep driving.

I think we're deep enough.

You know, if we can't get the car fixed before Wednesday...

...if we get the chance we need to get the body and get it in the woods here.

- Bury it here. - THALIA: Here?

- Well, this place isn't even on the map. - Exactly, and then we'll be back en route.

On Wednesday morning we can get to the wedding...

...without anyone knowing anything.

- THALIA: Where? - I don't know, in the woods?

Do we have to, like, you know, cut up the body?

- Gina! - Fuck, Gina?

- This isn't fucking Dexter. - I don't know.

THALIA: You reckon we could sneak out without her noticing?

- (LOUD KNOCKING) - Shit.

(DOOR CREAKING)

- Lights out in five, girls. - (EERIE MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

I said lights out.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Fuck.

Oh, God.

I really need to call Brandon. We were supposed to arrive hours ago, you know?

What will his parents be thinking?

What would Mom and Dad think?

Well, you don't need to worry about that, do you?

Look, Lisa, I was wondering.

I was hoping you would be my Maid of Honor.

- Took you long enough. - It's just that, you know, me and Brandon...

Yeah...

...it's fine.

Course.

- So I was thinking... - Night, Mel.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(THALIA CRYING)

I thought I said you were sleeping on the floor.

Well, my back was hurting.

Fine, but don't get any ideas.

- Stop being a creeper. - (THALIA GIGGLING)

I said stop.

(THALIA GIGGLING)

I thought last time was a one off.

Yeah, it was...

...just like the time before that.

(DELICATE PIANO MUSIC)

You wanna do this here, in this creepy house?

Yeah.

(GIGGLES) Yeah.

All I want is you.

(THALIA MOANING)

(BED POUNDING)

Are they?

- Are they? - (MELISSA CHUCKLES)

Oh, my God, I didn't think they were.

I think Gina likes her a little more. You can't say anything, okay?

(BOTH GIGGLING)

Do you think Miss Perkins will hear?

Oh, I really hope not.

She might think it's us.

(BOTH GIGGLING)

That'll be you in two days time.

Well, I prefer it be with my husband.

(LIGHT TAPPING)

What's that?

I hope it's not Miss Perkins.

(FLOOR CREAKING)

- THALIA: There's someone in the shed. - MELISSA: What?

In the shed.

There's someone in the shed.

(SHUSHING)

(SHUSHING)

Hurry.

MAN: I don't like them here.

Whores. Sluts.

MISS PERKINS: They're only here for one more night. Then they'll be gone.

MAN: I saw them.

I saw them all strutting around my house dressed like whores.

The four of them, they are disgusting sluts and I want them gone.

MISS PERKINS: Please be calm, oh, please.

Look, I will sort this tomorrow, I promise you.

MAN: I said I don't like them, I don't like them being here, you hear?

I want them gone! Get out! Get out now!

- THALIA: Let's get back inside! - MELISSA: Let's go, let's go!

What the fuck?

That was fucked up.

THALIA: I don't like them being here?

LISA: I thought she said she lived alone?

Okay, guys, I know that was weird...

...but maybe it was just some crazy asshole or something.

Something about his tone, that wasn't normal.

I know, I know.

Look, I don't know, I mean, we've had a shitty day.

We've got one day after today. Let's just go to bed.

(FLOOR CREAKING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

GINA: No, Mel's right.

We had a really hard day today. We're probably just tired.

- Yeah. - LISA: Yeah.

GINA: Let's go to bed. It'll be fine.

- It's probably nothing, like nothing. - Yeah.

Okay.

GINA: Good night.

LISA: Good night, girls.

Good night.

- (EERIE MUSIC) - (DOOR CREAKING)

(FLOOR CREAKING)

(STAIRS CREAKING)

MISS PERKINS: Breakfast, girls!

Oh, morning.

Toast and honey, good for the spirit.

I do apologize. You know, there's not a lot to do around here.

Um, I mean, I have all sorts of books and, well, more books...

...and, um...

...I mean you can enjoy the weather...

...but I would stay away from the woods.

They are quite the maze.

Easy to get lost and hard to find your way back.

- Thank you, this looks amazing. - Yes, thank you.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Okay. Go, go, go.

Okay, we need to start digging, okay. We need to find a shovel or something.

Did you not just hear what she just said in there about the woods?

Oh, come on. Have you got any better ideas?

Look, if she doesn't see us leave, what does it matter?

- Guys, I don't know if I can do this. - It's okay, you don't have to.

I'm sorry, I just don't think I can deal with the body.

It's fine, you don't have to.

Right, well, we need to find a spade or something.

- We could look in the shed. - What? We're not going in the fucking shed.

What if someone's in there?

- Thalia? - We could knock.

No fucking shed! No, we have to find something else.

Now I kinda wanna look in the shed.

- (RIFLE CLICKING) - (DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(TINKLING MUSIC)

If one does not hunt, one does not eat.

Um, Miss Perkins, maybe you could give us a tour of the woods.

I hunt alone. I always have and I always will.

- I'm set in my ways, Tina. - It's Gina.

Yes, well, catch you soon.

- Okay, we are not going into the woods. - Oh, come on.

Oh, yeah, hi, Miss Perkins, here we are in the woods with a fucking dead body!

Okay, you guys, get a spade, I'm gonna check on Lisa.

Yeah.

- Come on. - (PIGEON COOING)

I guess this is as bad a place as any.

The worst.

(EERIE MUSIC)

Lisa, you okay?

Either Miss Perkins really likes picture frames...

...or there's something she's trying to hide or forget.

Okay, well, I think we just need to give her her space.

Why have all the frames?

I don't know. She said she doesn't have visitors. Maybe she just doesn't care.

Come on, why don't we catch up outside? We haven't caught up in ages.

Yeah, and who's fault is that?

Tell me what you've been doing, how's your singing going?

I haven't sang since I was 14.

Lisa, don't go in there. That's Miss Perkins' room.

(SHOVEL CLANKING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Lisa!

LISA: It's not very organized for someone who likes their routines.

Yeah, well, she doesn't have visitors, so... and especially not in here.

What's that?

"1987...

"...36-year-old man Connor Perkins is missing after a...

"...double murder in his family home.

"Mr. Perkins is suspected of murdering both his wife, Susan Perkins...

"...and her mother, Chris Morrey...

"...after the police found them in the shed together...

- "...with blunt trauma to the head. - (WOMEN SCREAMING)

"His daughter is also in critical care and remains in Bamshire Hospital.

"Connor Perkins is believed to have called the police prior to his escape...

"...remains at large."

Miss Perkins lost her parents too.

Do you think that's who's in the shed?

Connor?

I hope we get to shower before the wedding tomorrow.

Grave digging followed by a car journey with you guys is just... ugh.

Yeah.

Feels weird, doesn't it?

Talking about a wedding now.

It's fucked.

I guess it's good to talk about other things though.

I think it's you that's talking.

Hey, how's your catch?

- I am a catch. - (GINA LAUGHING)

So you're gonna leave me to go and catch the bouquet?

I'm kidding.

Look, Gina.

I just... I like you. I...

You can be honest.

I just don't know what I want...

...okay?

You got a funny way of showing it.

Let's get married, Gina.

I'm so excited by the idea of marriage...

...and the smell of grave digging.

I can't wait to tell all of our grandchildren what amazing...

Yeah, I get it, I get it.

Do you?

I don't think you do.

Does any of this actually fucking bother you?

Lisa's fucked, I don't even know what Melissa's thinking.

- But you? - Me?

Yeah! What the fuck are you thinking?

- I just want us to... - To be what?

To live happily ever after?

I don't know how you can stand there and pretend that we can be some...

If you hadn't of got out of that goddamn car!

Fuck you!

Oh, really? Are you done?

THALIA: You can dig your own fucking grave!

(DOOR CLATTERING)

- (SHUSHING) - (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)

- Come on! - (MOVING TO DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Hey, you guys, come and help me move the body?

- Where's Thalia? - I don't wanna talk about it.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(THALIA GRUNTING)

Let's get this over and done with, yeah?

Okay, go, go, go, go, go, go. Quick, quick.

(EERIE MUSIC)

What the fuck?

(PIGEONS COOING)

Hey!

Mel?

(PIGEONS COOING)

Melissa?

(MOVING TO OMINOUS MUSIC)

- You said he was dead. - He was dead!

- Well, what if he calls the fucking police? - So what if he fucking calls the police.

- So what if he calls the police? - Yes! He attacked you!

He attacked you. Why do you fucking care?

(MELISSA STUTTERS)

- Oh, my God. Are you serious? - I can't fucking deal with you right now.

Just calm down!

Okay, Thalia is missing in the fucking woods, okay?

- She is missing! - How do you know that?

- You don't care? - Of course I care.

No, you don't care. You just care about that stupid body.

God.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

So what's going on with you two anyway?

Nothing.

- Nothing? - Yeah, nothing.

Didn't sound like nothing.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Did you hear that?

Yeah, thanks.

Sorry.

You know, she's probably just pulling one of her pranks.

I wouldn't be surprised if she comes back in, like, two minutes time.

Seriously.

- Eww, God! - You got dirt on you, Mel.

Come here.

We really have to sort this out.

Did you catch anything?

Not exactly.

I hope you like vegetables.

Uh, yes.

Where are your friends?

Oh, uh, Lisa is inside and...

...um...

(EERIE MUSIC)

(THALIA PANTING)

(THALIA WHIMPERING)

(DOOR SQUEAKING)

(EERIE MUSIC)

- (HEAVY POUNDING) - (THALIA GASPING)

(PIGEON FLUTTERING)

- (HEAVY POUNDING) - (THALIA GASPING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(THALIA WHIMPERING)

(THALIA SCREAMING)

(BLADE SLICING)

MISS PERKING: I warned you girls, for your own protection.

I said very clearly, you should not go into the woods...

...and you walk into the woods.

- It's like a maze... - Like a maze.

Yeah, yeah, we get it.

Even I would not venture past my regular routes.

Do you have any family, Miss Perkins?

My family have all passed away sadly.

Sorry.

What for?

My mother...

...she was a wicked woman.

Drove my father right up the...

...whatever word you young things use these days.

At least that's what I hear.

I don't even remember my family.

I was too young.

And did you live here as a family?

- Yes. - Sorry.

It's just I lost my family is all.

My parents.

I do apologize for not having a telephone...

...but...

...tomorrow...

...our gardener will hopefully, he'll be able to...

...to get your car ready and...

...and put you in touch with the police and then...

...maybe they will find your friend.

I appreciate this is all very difficult.

Do you?

I have let you into my house.

Do not be bitter with me.

And you wonder why I don't like visitors.

- (EERIE MUSIC) - (THALIA PANTING)

(THALIA CRYING)

(DOOR CLATTERING)

- (FOOTSTEPS CLOMPING) - (THALIA SCREAMING)

(THALIA PANTING)

(THALIA SCREAMING)

Please.

(SCREAMS)

(BLADE SCRATCHING)

- (BLADES CLANGING) - (THALIA CRYING)

(THALIA SCREAMING)

(BLADES CLANGING)

(THALIA CRYING)

(AX CLATTERING)

(THALIA CRYING)

(THALIA SCREAMS)

- (PUNCH THUDDING) - (THALIA SCREAMS)

(THALIA COUGHING)

(THALIA GRUNTING)

- (THALIA SCREAMS) - (OMINOUS MUSIC)

(THALIA GASPING)

- (THALIA SCREAMING) - (OMINOUS MUSIC)

(THALIA COUGHING)

(THALIA GROANING)

(OMINOUS DRUMMING MUSIC)

(THALIA COUGHING)

(THALIA SCREAMS)

(CLOCK CHIMING)

Fuck sake.

I don't know what we're gonna do.

Even if we get gas tomorrow, Thalia's not here.

Surely she would have been home by now.

I had the most incredible day planned for us...

...followed by an early night...

...so we could be ready for the big day.

This is a nightmare.

I got you something.

What?

Something old.

Gina coordinated.

What are you talking about?

She knows, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.

She thought seeings as I've known you the longest, I should...

get you something old.

(EMOTIONAL PIANO MUSIC)

Mom's necklace.

Yeah.

So let's just get through tonight.

The gardener will come, he will fix the car...

...on our way we'll get you married and then we'll fuck off...

...and we'll never speak about this again, okay?

Okay?

- Lisa. - Go to sleep, Mel.

Okay.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(THALIA GRUNTING)

(THALIA CRYING)

(LOUD POUNDING)

Thalia?

(EERIE TINKLING MUSIC)

Thalia?

(MOVING TO OMINOUS MUSIC)

Is that Melissa's dress?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(DELICATE PIANO MUSIC)

(LOUD POUNDING)

(GINA GRUNTING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

- (SHOVEL SLICING) - (GINA SCREAMING)

(GINA GROANING)

(GINA SCREAMING)

(GINA CRYING)

Please.

(CRYING)

Please. (CRYING)

- (OMINOUS DRUMMING MUSIC) - (GINA SCREAMING)

(GINA PANTING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

- (GINA SCREAMING) - (SHOVEL THUDDING)

(GINA GRUNTING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GINA CRYING)

What time is it?

It's 11.

Shit, the gardener!

(LIGHT KNOCKING)

Gina?

(LIGHT KNOCKING)

Gina?

Miss Perkins.

I'm not gonna lie, that fucking woman, she's fucking creeping me out.

Let's go.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Where the fuck is everyone?

No, no, no. No, no, oh, my God, Gina! Gina, no!

- We have to get out of here! - Where's Thalia? We need to call the cops!

- We're not calling the cops! Come on! - No! No, what you gonna fucking run?

Fucking, yeah, fucking run away just like you did when Mom and Dad died!

- Now you wanna do this? - Yes, now!

Actually I think now's a pretty good fucking time!

(HORN HONKING)

Fuck, let's go. Fuck.

Holy Fuck. Thalia! Thalia. (SHUSHING) Are you okay?

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God. - Are you okay? Thalia, speak to me!

Thalia... fuck!

Thalia, who the fuck did this to you?

Shh.

I got you. Got you.

(THALIA GROANING)

(LISA MUMBLES)

- (STITCHES RIPPING) - (THALIA GROANS)

You okay?

- You okay? Shit. - Behind you.

- Oh, my God, Lisa, behind you! - (SHOVEL THUDDING)

- (LISA SCREAMS) - (OMINOUS DRUMMING MUSIC)

- (RAKE THUDDING) - (LISA SCREAMING)

(MELISSA SCREAMING)

- (SCREAMING) - (LISA SCREAMING)

- (MELISSA SCREAMING) - (RAKE THUDDING)

(RAKE RATTLING)

Holy fuck. No!

No!

(MELISSA SCREAMING)

No!

(OMINOUS ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

(DARK MUSIC)

(MOVING TO SOMBER EMOTIONAL MUSIC)

VOICE MAIL: You have one unheard message.

BRANDON: They told me you didn't come.

When they said you didn't turn up, I didn't believe them.

What is it I've done?

I wasn't even going to call but...

...I just wanted to know that you're okay.

If you don't want to get married...

...or it's too fast or it's too soon then...

...that's fine.

I just want you to be happy.

(VOICE MAIL BOX BEEPING)

I love you.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

Miss Perkins.

Miss Perkins.

Miss Perkins?

(METAL CLATTERING)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(WOMAN WHIMPERING)

(SWITCH CLICKING)

(WOMAN CRYING)

We're one and the same you and I.

'Cause I have secrets too.

Not my secrets, his secrets.

He knows you're here now, dear. He knows.

(OMINOUS DRUMMING MUSIC)

He knows that you've all been in his house.

Whore, whore.

I told you all not to be seen, didn't I?

I told you.

My... is that my dress?

Oh, God, he's coming. He's coming.

He's coming. Oh, my God.

(CRYING)

You should go now, Melissa. You should go!

- (GRUNTING) - (BONES CRACKLING)

He's here.

He's here.

What... who's?

(NECK CRACKING)

Connor.

You're in my house!

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC) - (MELISSA SHOUTING)

You.

(MELISSA GRUNTING)

(CONNOR GROWLING)

She warned you to leave.

She told you if I got my fucking hands on you!

Fuck you! Fuck you!

(OMINOUS DRUMMING MUSIC)

(OMINOUS POUNDING)

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC) - (MELISSA GASPS)

Fuck you!

Lisa. Lisa.

Lisa.

Lisa. Lisa. Lisa.

Lisa, wake up.

- Lisa, wake up. Come here. - (LISA GROANING)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Wake up, wake up, wake up. Lisa, Lisa, wake up!

Lisa, wake up. Lisa, wake up.

- Come on, we have to go. - You ran.

I know, I'm really sorry. I fucked up. I really fucked up but we have to go!

- I know, come on! I know, I know, come on. - (LISA CRIES)

(EMOTIONAL PIANO MUSIC)

(LISA MOANING)

It's gonna be okay.

I know.

LISA: Where is she?

I really don't know.

The keys still in the car?

- LISA: I think so, yeah. - Shit!

What, what?

MELISSA: Shit, shit.

- You're gonna have to trust me okay? - LISA: What?

No! We have to go.

MELISSA: We're gonna hide you.

LISA: Go, please go!

(LISA MUMBLES)

(MELISSA SHUSHING)

You're gonna have to trust me.

MISS PERKINS:

with a carving knife

(MISS PERKINS HUMMING)

- (MELISSA SCREAMS) - (DRAMATIC MUSIC)

No!

(KILLER GRUNTS)

(BODIES THUDDING)

(EERIE DRUMMING MUSIC)

(MOVING TO OMINOUS RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

(KILLER POUNDING)

Fuck.

No no no no no no.

Fuck.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

CONNOR: I can smell you.

- (MELISSA CRYING) - (OMINOUS MUSIC)

I see you.

Oh, no.

No no no no.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Fuck.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

I saw you, whore.

(EERIE TINKLING MUSIC)

(PIGEONS COOING)

(DISTORTED VOICE) Do you really think your husband will be faithful?

Faithful to some whore?

Do you think your marriage will last?

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

I do.

(RIFLE CLICKING)

(MISS PERKINS LAUGHING)

- (MISS PERKINS SCREAMING) - (OMINOUS DRUMMING MUSIC)

(RIFLE THUDDING)

MELISSA: No.

(WOMEN GRUNTING)

I had to do it.

I have to keep his secrets.

Whore!

- (SCREAMING) - (CLIPPERS SLICING)

(MELISSA PANTING)

why would you hide this?

I need this dry cleaned now.

Don't ask.

(ROCK MUSIC)