Original subtitles

It won't work, Ashley.

I want my present.

Your birthday's tomorrow.

I want Barella now.

There Barella, you're almost as pretty as me.

You left Todd behind the sofa.

You're special.

I don't like him any more.

That's no way to treat your old bear.

Leave me alone!

Barella wants her dream house.

I saw you wrap it.

You're special.

You're special.

Special.

Todd tried to get me, Mummy.

What have I told you about getting out of bed.

But, Mummy, Todd.

Todd what?

No, Mummy, don't.

Leave him alone.

Scream again, and you'll get a smack.

Now turn the light off.

Can I leave the light on, please?

Not another peep, I mean it.

Special.

Special!

I said, shut it!

If you want him so badly, have him.

Noooo, Mummy!

Not another word.

You're special.

Special, special, special, special, special.

Caught you, you little shit.

You're special.

I was never one of the lucky kids,

the ones locked in a cupboard under the stairs,

cigarettes stubbed out on them in the dark.

Now I know that doesn't seem very lucky.

But those kids, they had nothing to lose.

No happy family, no toys and games.

They certainly didn't have a bear like Benny.

My story begins when I turned 35,

the year Toy Box sold record units

of the state-of-the-art Rosko.

Its creator made designer of the year.

But neither were mine.

Ushering in a new era in Toy Box's future,

give it up for Richard.

That's my competition for creative director,

brown-nosing Ron, my boss, who has a stutter,

but only on F words.

These fakes pretend to like him,

but we all know he's a galactic tit.

It's Reshard, actually.

Reshard.

Tit.

Deep underground.

A new breed of machine.

Uncompromising.

Devastating.

Disco.

Dancing disco AIDS.

♪ Aids

Yeah, okay, that's my toy,

but in fairness.

It's meant to say RAID,

Robot Artificial Intelligent Disco System.

Now I bet we're all wondering,

who wants to give their children AIDS for Christmas?

I had a date

with the stunningly bland Tara.

Just you wait, babes.

Shut up!

Babes, who was that?

Sorry, Mum.

You live with your fucking parents, babes.

Ah, I forget to mention,

I still live with my fucking parents.

Open your card, it's funny.

You laughed at ET.

Well only the ending.

I don't wanna a huge number

reminding me of how old I am.

Aww. Have a cupper, love.

40? I'm only 35.

And now you feel better about it.

Oi, how would you like to be put

on spin with dad's skid marks?

Benny loves you.

Why don't you help me put the shelf up today?

Because it's not your birthday.

You're gonna have to learn this stuff

if you're getting your own place.

Who said anything about that?

Oh I did think about getting

my only place, but, cake?

Every year, Mum and Dad

would plan a special birthday surprise party,

which by the time you're 35,

isn't much of a surprise anymore.

Ohhhh.

Mum, could I have a?

Mum?

Dad?

Mum?

Mum say something.

My 35th birthday,

the day I finally got my own place.

Jack.

The company want foreclosure on the loan,

repossess your house.

No you can't, I'll get on top of this.

Ah, ah, I managed to talk them out of that, just.

I've convinced them to restructure the loan,

into smaller payments.

Good.

This says I'll pay back three times as much.

Four.

You should be thanking me.

Your ads says the best rates in town.

Oh they are.

Just not this town.

I just need time.

That promotion-

Has nothing to do with the loan.

Listen, if I were you, I would

sell the house, problem solved.

This is my home.

Not if you don't sign.

That is my favourite pen, if you don't mind.

Scum.

Excellent, now I do have to inform you

that if we don't receive payment by the end of the week,

the company will have to start the repossession procedure.

Biscuit.

Oh yes, don't mind if I do.

I wish I could put in the hours.

But with a family, it's just not possible.

Then why are you here?

Told the wife I was working late.

Working late.

But really, I'm off to the Prince concert.

Fuck off.

No, really, Prince is back.

No, really, fuck off, I'm working.

I'm celebrating.

Come on lets bury the hatchet.

No one's going to get promoted, by being wasted Richard.

God I hate people who pronounce it Richard.

You're not even French.

So, no one calls Ralph Feinnes, Ralf.

Because he's Welsh.

God I'd hate to be Welsh.

Just go, I have to get this finished.

Lots of people are saying you're already finished.

Who's saying that?

People.

Lots of them.

Jack?

I suppose you're wondering why Ron's here so late?

He's here to tell you the good news.

Good news.

About the promotion.

No?

Mmm.

About the promotion.

Jack.

Jack?

Hmmm.

Precious!

Jack!

Sweetums.

Come to daddy.

Who's a good boy?

Jack?

Come on!

Who's a good doggy?

Doors opening.

Jesus!

Prince actually.

But close enough.

Hmmm.

Here's the thing.

I'm letting you go.

What?

I can't send my creative director

to New York in a Goonies T-shirt.

I don't have a Goonies T-shirt, I have a Gremlins one.

I don't give a fuck about the Goonies.

Me neither, you keep going on about them.

Or Gremlins!

Young people today aren't playing Simon Says

in f-f-f-fucking fingerless f-f-f-fucking gloves

and shoulder pads, it's all smart phones

and blue movie players.

Blu-Ray, sir, look, my designs--

-You haven't evolved.

Richard's edgy, stands up for himself.

Okay, I am not gonna stand here--

-Sit.

It's just business, sorry.

Please, sir.

Hmmm.

There is a junior design position,

two-thirds your salary.

Best I can do.

Sir, I can't afford a pay cut.

I'm offering to help.

Do you want my help or not?

Yes sir.

Great, welcome to the team.

You're on probation, so I want something fresh

by Friday or you're out, again.

Oh, and smile.

You always look so bloody miserable,

plodding around like someone died.

Sir?

I just gave you a job.

Give me a smile.

Come on!

Good boy.

Are you a loser or a winner?

If you bought this tape, you're a loser.

Look in the mirror and tell yourself.

You're a fucking winner.

Yes, I'm in the area with a buyer on Monday.

Should be able to swing by then.

It's quite big isn't it?

Must get quite lonely.

It's more of a family home.

Do not fear change, embrace it.

Take your failed, pathetic life and bin it.

Become someone greater.

Cheeky, we'll find you a new home.

One by one, you'll feel the old you dissolve

away, leaving an uncompromising winner in its wake.

Benny loves you.

More. Weeeee.

Goodnight, my special boy.

Jaaaaaaack.

Jaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

Jaaaaaaack.

Mum, mum!

Jack!

Mum!

Leave the light on, please.

Wait there.

Cuddle Benny.

Ta-da.

I was gonna save him for you,

but this, this is Benny.

Made just for you.

With one mission, to keep you safe.

As long as you have him by your side,

nothing can ever hurt you.

Not even the demons in the hallway?

Apart from them!

No, silly, not even the demons in the hallway.

Benny loves you.

Come on, boy.

Oh wow, cuddle Benny, more.

We'll be friends forever and ever.

Benny loves you.

Play with Benny.

It's time to let go of the past.

Weeeeeeee.

Cleanse yourself.

You are not defined by your former mistakes.

But prepared by them to tackle the future.

Your life cannot change until you do.

Play with Benny.

Press my tummy to make me laugh.

Press my tummy to make meeee laaaaaaugh.

Cuddle me.

Play with Benny.

Cheeeeekyyyyyy.

999, please state the emergency

service you require.

Oh, God, someone murdered all my teddies.

Sorry?

Calm down, sir, there's no harm done.

All the doors were locked.

Suggesting the intruder had a key.

It's normally someone you know.

It's Benny.

Someone jealous.

Do you have an ex-wife?

No.

Anyone staying with you?

No.

Relatives?

No.

A girlfriend?

No.

Friends?

A pet?

No. No. Ok, there's no one else.

I'm a complete loner all right.

Good!

Complete. Loser.

Loner!

Yes, of course, sorry.

What about biscuits?

For DNA?

No.

For my tea.

Custard creams.

I love custard creams.

Ohhhhh.

How many teddies were involved in this massacre then?

I don't know.

All their heads are gone.

They're still here, just gotta match them up like socks.

Don't I get some protection?

Where's Benny?

Who's Benny?

My teddy bear.

What, two megabytes of level two cache memory?

No, that's not good enough, Rupert.

It's caché memory.

Say it.

I just wanna give it a little, uh,

just a little je ne sais quoi, you know.

Boo!

Joie de vivre.

Some bon viveur.

Crème de la crme.

Ok, you know what, Bon Voyage.

The Secret to Award-Winning Success.

For Losers.

Well, they ran out of Dummies.

You've left the price tag on your suit.

Hey, uh.

You're not gonna win any awards for this.

It's F-Friday.

Yeah.

The thing is, sir, I haven't--

- I took his designs home to cost spec, so it's my fault.

Already have our new tech lady on it.

First thing Monday.

Senior Product Engineer please.

If you need voice control, motion sensors,

proximity triggers, or even level two cache, I'm your lady.

Well, I'm no lady.

You provide the toys, I provide the back end.

Dawn.

Now, finally, you're on the road to success.

Hey, this is David from Bay--

- Message deleted.

Hey, this is David again. Deleted.

Jack, we still haven't received the first payment.

Deleted.

Hey, this is David again. Deleted.

Come on, Jack. Deleted.

Jackster. Deleted.

Jackie, Jackie. Deleted.

Now, Jack, this is your final --

- Deleted.

Play with me.

Come on.

You can do this.

[Piss]

Benny loves you.

Cuddle me.

Ta-da.

Weeeeeee.

Officers.

Can we come in?

We left our camera.

Wait there, I'll just get it.

No, uh, actually, we've got a few more questions

to ask about the break-in, if you don't mind, sir.

Just let me change.

Shit.

Mr Hunt.

What is he doing?

Come on, Jack, we know you're in there.

Why would he run away?

There's a door there.

Let's go round the back.

He just shut the door.

Mr. Hunt, just, Mr. Hunt, open the door.

What's that?

Come in.

Oh, come on.

That's new.

I like it.

Modern art, exploding from the boundaries of the canvas.

Do you recognise this man?

He's

unrecognisable.

Your account manager at Bayvista?

Oh, I recognise him.

I just thought you meant, you know, recently.

He was booked to visit you yesterday.

He's not here.

Maybe he's ill.

That was our thoughts,

until we found his car parked at the end of your road.

How odd.

Can I borrow a pen?

I'll give it back.

Am I under any suspicion here?

We thought there could be a connection to the break-in.

You're fine.

Unless we find his body.

Is there something you wanna tell us?

No.

Just, just hope he's okay, that's all.

It's probably nothing.

Hang on.

It's not the same.

Without custard creams.

Now which cupboard are they?

No, no biscuits.

Really?

They were cheap ones anyway.

Leave it, Sarge.

It's not worth it.

Oh, you found your bear then?

Oh my God.

Benny loves you.

Fuck!

Benny?

I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?

Cuddle me.

Weeeeeeeee.

Benny loves you.

Okay.

Play with Benny.

Oh wow.

All right.

More, more, more.

Okay.

Oh wow.

Okay, enough.

More, more.

Weeeeeeeeeee!

No way.

It's Benny.

Play with Benny.

Oh fuck, I need a beer.

Okey dokey.

Benny loves you, Benny loves you.

Play with Benny.

Why did you kill him?

Benny loves you.

Okay, for the moment, you can stay here.

Weeeeeeeeee!

Under the conditions no one else dies,

stay completely out of sight, no one can know you're here.

Just until I figure out what to do.

Okey dokey.

My house, my rules.

Look, we can't just kill people we don't like, okay?

You have to promise.

Are you listening?

Say okey dokey.

Okey dokey.

Cuddle Benny.

Later.

Weeeeeeeeeeee!

Shit!

Calm down, Benny.

Oi.

Look, it's really nice to have you around and that,

but, sit.

And put that knife down.

Good boy.

Cuddly robotic killers.

A whole universe.

They've got different personalities, weapons, outfits.

They can talk to each other, interact.

They can even fight.

This could be huge.

Huge.

Have you had a brain haemorrhage?

Think young adults, collectors,

teenagers, horror fans, comic fans.

Losers, virgins, chumps.

There's a huge market out there.

Let me create toys for a new demographic.

Loser.

As the new creative director,

I'm not gonna allow this project to--

-Sorry, did I say that you were the new creative director?

Yeah, well, you fired him, so, here I am.

Did I say that you were the new creative director?

99%, yeah.

Did I say

that you

were the new

creative

director?

99%.

Well you didn't use that exact specific sentence,

but just juggle some of the words around, and, yes.

Yes.

No.

No.

Let's see where this goes, shall we?

Hold it there. Hold. Hold.

Aren't you beautiful, yes-

No!

High-five.

You're good.

I've got thousands of motion-capture files,

and I can upload them all with this.

Milk, milk, lemonade,

round the corner, chocolate's made.

How about tonight we go shoot some pool and grab

some burgers and mow some old ladies down on the pier?

Grand Theft Auto.

I'd love to, but I've got market research, profit ratios.

What are you afraid of?

Benny loves you.

Don't ring me at work.

Mmm.

I want you to pitch that to the New York team next week.

Oh, and I'm taking me grandkids

to the theatre Saturday night.

So can you look after me lovely Precious?

Oh, that's really not--

-Fine, Richard said he could--

-Not really a problem, sir.

I'll drop her off at 7:30.

Saturday, your place.

You cook.

I knew it.

I've been here before.

I had a date with this creep, babes.

Oh you mean, um, Jack.

Yeah, well don't worry, you're with me now.

There's nothing to be afraid of here.

Oh dear.

Cheap.

This, um,

airing cupboard is lovely and cosy.

Cosy?

I'm not getting in it, babes.

No, of course not.

Right.

[Get out babes]

See here, he's transformed this seemingly blank canvas

into a rather stunning feature wall,

which I'm sure you'll agree really brings the room together.

Can I just. Get out of my way. Please.

Anythink you'd like. Everything's for sale!

Benny loves you.

It's Benny.

Weeeeeeeeee!

Huh?

Benny loves you.

What the fuck?

Play with Benny.

Ta-da.

Cuddle me.

I'm tired.

Night, Benny.

Benny loves-

[Get out]

It's gonna be great down here.

You've got your favourite comic.

Promise to be quiet, okay?

Cuddle me.

Say okey dokey.

Okey dokey.

Good boy, in.

Voila.

Wow.

Chips and beans.

Those are oven chips, crinkle cut.

No microwave shit round here.

Aw, the beans are cold.

I can microwave them.

We could get Chinese.

Weeeeeeee!

Oh.

Oooh.

Oooooohhhhhh.

Meh.

Play with Benny.

It's your birthday next week.

Wanna do something fun?

I'm not big on birthdays anymore.

What about yours?

We'll celebrate that.

Hmmm?

I'm not really that big into birthdays either.

Right.

Give her these vitamin tablets at 9.

She only drinks mineral water.

And don't feed her after 10, even if she begs.

She won't get a thing.

Good boy.

Keep this up, and I'm looking at the new creative director.

Bye-bye, my little Precious you.

Say bye-bye to Precious.

Bye, Precious, bye. Bye-bye.

And that's how you apply the psychology

of winning to your loser, no-hope life.

It's a personal journey of--

Who the fuck still listens to cassettes?

My mum.

Well, she did.

I know what happened to your parents.

Is that why you've been keeping me away from you,

from this place?

I lost my parents when I was young.

It's not easy, is it?

Everywhere I look, there's a reminder of them.

Cheer up, have some chicken satay.

I bought my mum that mug. [Every Day a Bonus]

Oh wow.

I couldn't have done this without you.

I know.

Or without being Ron's bitch.

You don't even like dogs, do you?

What?

No,

I love dogs.

What happened with your parents?

I had this doll, Amy.

♪Little girl who counts her sheep.♪

I was 10, I used to play with her all the time.

My dad thought it was weird.

Two days before my birthday, she went missing.

Dad said I'd lost her, but I knew it was him.

I threw a strop and refused to talk to him.

The night before my birthday, I couldn't sleep.

I heard something, a clatter.

And then my mum screamed.

He'd tripped at the top of the stairs.

♪Little girl don't make a peep.

Tripped on Amy.

He'd broken his neck.

I wanted to rip Amy apart.

But I never saw her again.

That's why I hate birthdays.

Jack?

Jack?

Jack?

Where did you go?

Just, um,

checking on dessert?

Oh, what are we having?

Nothing.

Are you okay?

Maybe we could do this another night.

Don't be silly, we're celebrating, remember?

Got to celebrate.

Oh wow, it's the prototype.

God, he's cute, yes you are.

Put him down.

Why don't I rip out his insides and we can--

-No, no.

I don't love you.

I'm not saying I don't like you.

No, I'm totally saying that, I don't even like you.

Something's up.

Tired. It's been a busy week.

You're burning up.

I just need to lie down.

Let's get you upstairs.

No.

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

We need to get you into bed.

You don't look very well, come on, down you go.

Look at you.

It's probably a virus, I don't wanna give it to you.

Oh, I just need the bathroom.

Benny?

Benny?

Fuck. Fuck.

Shit.

Oh shit.

Shit, shit.

Oh fuck.

Okay, Precious, that's not too bad.

Sir,

I am so sorry.

She must have passed away peacefully in her sleep.

Oh Christ.

Oh, hello, um, do you have any

fat dogs

in stock?

♪ Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow ♪

♪ Bow-Wow

♪ Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow ♪

♪ Bow-Wow

I don't know, it's a scrunchy wrinkly thing.

Ugly, you know the ones,

a face like the back end of a bus.

♪ I've got a little cat and I'm very fond of that ♪

Hello?

Benny?

♪ But I'd rather have a bow-wow-wow. ♪

About time.

I have something you're gonna wanna see.

Nooooo!

Get away from her, you bitch.

Oh my God

fuck!

♪ Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow ♪

♪ Bow-Wow

Jesus!

Jack, no!

Now,

I bet you're wondering

why your dog is dead.

Before you go,

I just wanted to say,

I'm so glad I didn't take her.

Word is, you ripped our her spine

and twisted it round your head.

I heard Rosko got canned.

Rosko is so last year.

I'll be taking over Skare Bears now.

Ahh, we got you a little something.

Had to whip round, didn't get much, but here you go.

♪AIDS

Happy birthday, Jack.

Have you seen this?

Aw, poor little thing.

I know.

This one's not much better, look.

I know.

Shit.

Open it.

We found these on the camera we left.

Care to explain them?

Benny!

Come on, Benny.

Daddy's home.

What is going on in your head?

Cuddle me.

All you wanna do is cuddle me and kill everyone else.

What the fuck is your problem?

Ron fired me because of you.

Benny loves you.

Yeah? Then do one thing for me.

Go back to the way you were.

A stuffed, lifeless toy.

Ta-da.

Forget it.

Play with me.

Fuck off, Benny.

Shitbag.

Benny, come on.

Ta-da.

Ron!

Are you insane?

I'm so sorry sir, it wasn't me.

Then who was it?

How did you even get--

-Someone hit me over the head.

Then I woke, tied to this f-fucking chair.

You've lost it.

This is the end of you, the end.

But it wasn't me.

You wait till the police hear about this, you maniac.

Look. Let's not do anything we might regret.

Let's just think about this.

Untie me, you f-f-fucking idiot.

Yes, sir, I'm sorry sir.

There's a good boy.

What?

I said, hurry up, come on.

No, you said good boy.

So what?

What are you playing at?

You've never really understood

what I'm capable of.

After my Precious, I'm very well aware.

Precious got it easy,

and you're in no position to negotiate.

What do you want?

Hmm, let's say I hang on to this photo,

you give me that promotion.

Double my salary.

And we never speak of this again.

It's just business.

You're joking?

Am I?

Nothing to lose.

Okay, whatever you want, just untie me.

Then give me a smile.

What?

Give

me

a smile.

Good boy.

Now tell me I'm a fucking fabulous first-rate designer.

Look, this isn't necessary.

Say it, bitch.

You're a f-f-f-f-f-fucking f-f-f-f-fabulous

f-f-first rate f-f-f-f-fucking designer.

Now tell me you love being my bitch.

I love being your bitch.

No.

No!

Ta-da.

This

is not

a present.

Benny loves you.

Yeah?

Well Jack hates you.

Cuddle me.

Benny loves you.

You're a winner.

You're a winner.

You're a winner.

You're a winner.

You're a winner.

You're a loser.

Listen, I've just--

You're wearing a party hat.

It's my birthday.

Was.

I'm cleaning.

Okay, weird.

I've come to pick up the prototype.

Otherwise, they're gonna fire me too.

It's not what you think it was.

I don't wanna talk about it.

I protected you.

From a pug?

I think it had rabies.

In everything that's happened,

the one thing I don't regret is meeting you.

Whatever anyone says, whatever you hear about me,

I'm not Norman Bates, okay?

Good.

I can't bear cross-dressers.

Friends?

I should go.

Stay.

And do what?

Cleaning up dog remains.

This is not Grand Theft Auto.

You really know how to treat a lady.

You're not a lady.

Dawn?

Shit.

Cuddle Benny.

Good job.

How did you convince him?

I didn't.

Benny loves you.

Play with Benny.

Let's cut it open.

Get away from him!

She's not my type.

The bear, he'll kill you all.

Poor Jack.

He's just a teddy.

He's alive.

Ah.

Come on, Benny, Jack's here.

He's playing dead.

Come on Benny.

He's upset because I buried him alive.

Well you deserved that.

Now I bet we're all wondering.

Richard, have I ever told you

how much I love you?

Aw, well, thanks, Jack.

Benny loves you.

If you want her, you've gotta go through me.

Or Richard.

What?

It's Benny.

Cuddle me.

My car.

My car.

Two-seaters are fucking death traps.

Give me the keys, you can't drive.

Mirror, signal --

- Manoeuvre, Jack, fucking manoeuvre.

I can't drive.

Move!

Be careful with her.

She's the most beautiful girl in the world.

Let's go.

Cuddle me.

Weeeee.

Ta-da.

Could it be a midget in a costume?

Toys don't come to life when you treat them like shit.

They don't come to life at all, in fact.

We should go to the police.

The staff were witnesses.

All dead.

I should know, I've got three bodies in my back garden.

Three?

Five.

If you count pets.

Look, he can't be bargained with.

He doesn't feel pity or remorse.

He does get scared sometimes,

but he absolutely will not stop

until you are dead.

What's this got to do with me?

I know.

Do you want another cuppa?

Go on then.

So why the hell am I here?

Because I'm the only person he won't kill.

I mean, go if you want.

Laters.

But he'll kill you anyway.

And why is that?

Because you're a tit, Richard.

Right, well, I'm calling the police.

That had all my Prince photos on it.

Leave, and you'll end up like Ron.

He's one of the five.

Why Ron?

He loved being my bitch.

What is wrong with you?

Why didn't you put him in the fire or stab him, shoot him?

Because he's my best friend.

Don't be ridiculous, he's trying to kill all your friends.

I don't have any other friends.

You've got me.

Yeah, and you keep slapping me.

Why don't we,

talk to,

an Indian spirit chief or a a voodoo priest?

It's a two-foot teddy bear, right?

One and a half.

Oh We are so fucked, ow!

This is jeux terminer man, jeux terminer

We need to lock this place,

get anything we can to defend ourselves.

Okay, all right, I've got some water pistols in the car.

What are you gonna do?

I'll make the tea.

♪AIDS

Oh wow.

It's Benny.

Are you still angry at me?

Of course.

Why does he wanna kill me?

Is it because you think I'm a tit?

It's because he's jealous.

He thinks I love you more than him.

Don't worry, he's like that with everyone.

You're nothing special.

You're gonna have to kill him, you know?

Don't come out until I say.

I can look after myself.

Jack?

Be careful.

Ouch!

I've gotta make him think I don't love you, okay?

Bastard.

Play with Benny.

Are we gonna die?

We're gonna die.

Look, in a situation like this,

just ask yourself, what would Prince do?

He'd shit himself.

Cuddle me.

I mean people don't realise, you know,

he's not just a musician.

He's, he's, like he's multi-talented.

He writes all his own songs.

He writes a lot of other people's songs actually.

Oh wow.

♪ Little girl who counts her sheep. ♪

♪ Little girl don't make a peep. ♪

Amy?

He's directed like 8 films, some of them

full-length feature films, which are amazing.

He's so good.

♪ Little girl don't worry dear. ♪

♪ Go to sleep cos Amy's here. ♪

Jack!

Just on another planet.

He's an actor. Where have you gone?

Benny loves you.

Richard!

It's Reshard.

The blades!

Okay, it's just you and me now buddy.

Play with Benny.

AIDS.

Cuddle Benny.

Play with Benny.

Benny loves you.

Rosko is so last year.

Oh God noooooo!

Purple Rain. Purple Rain.

Jack!

For he's a jolly good fellow.

Okay, no more Mister Nice Guy.

Okay, okay, I'll be nice.

I'll. Be. Nice.

Play with me. More.

Come on, Benny.

Come for Jack.

Come to Daddy.

There's a good boy.

I'm not a little girl anymore, you cheap piece of shit.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

I hate people who say Reshard.

La la laaaaaa. La la laaaaaa.

Bon voyage.

It's Benny.

Benny loves you.

Rosko.

Benny?

Play with me.

Brain haemorrhage.

You're finished.

Ta-da.

Owwwww.

We know you're in there Jack. Surrender.

Richard you tit.

Tit.

You're surrounded.

Surrounded? Idiot.

Then call it in.

We don't need armed response.

We need, these.

Pellet guns?

Thank God, we're saved.

These will take down anyone at 10 paces.

You go in, I'll cover you.

No, you go in, I'll cover you.

With what?

My batton.

Take this, take it.

Fine.

But, you go in first.

What? Oh fuck, all right.

After three.

One.

Two.

Three.

What?

What?

It's not her you're angry with, it's me.

I threw you out, I ignored you.

I fucked up, and I'm a dick, and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for treating you,

like a toy.

Where they're gonna take me,

you won't be able to come this time.

It's over.

Cuddle me.

Make a wish.

We'll be friends forever and ever.

Jack loves you too.

Benny, no!

Play with me.

Benny?

Benny looovvvees

yooooou.

What the fuck was that?

Call it in.

Right, you call it in.

Jack.

Are you okay?

We need an ambulance at 415 Elm Way.

One suspect down.

Male, 40, shot and wounded.

I'm 36.

The sight of the massacre where

Reshard Williams killed hisco-workers over a lost promotion

will be a place of gathering for family--

Last lot.

They're all coming with us.

Oi, Jack, come here, you filthy sod.

My special boy.

Locked all the doors?

Check.

Key under the mat?

Check.

Disposed of all the evidence?

Oh.

Check.

Then we're golden.

Get out of here, before we change our minds.

There goes an accessory to murder.

Go ahead, tell the truth, I'll be right behind you.

Pulling this face.

Now, I bet you're all wondering

how the hell we got away with it.

But, the real lesson is,

we've all got that one special bear,

someone we've cherished for years,

someone that once meant the world to us.

Maybe he's tattered from years of gathering dust.

Maybe you've found something else to play with.

But whatever you do, under any circumstances,

Don't.

Throw.

Him.

Out.

Or the next time you curl up to sleep,

he might just come back for a cuddle.

You're special.