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(heart beating)

(house creaking)

(crying and whimpering)

(heels clicking)

(door opens)

(sniffing)
(paper crinkling)

(heavy breathing)

(urinating)

(softly): Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

(whimpering)

(shaky breathing)

(heels clicking)

(sniffing)

(toilet flushes)

(cart rumbling)

(birds chirping)

(foliage rustling)

- Brian.
- Hi, Miss Reif.

- Is your mom running late?
- Yeah.

- Oh! Well, you don't have
to sit out here all alone.

You know, next time she's late,

come see me in your old
classroom, right?

You know, we can start
your homework...

go over history lessons, yeah?

- Yeah. What's that?

- Oh, this is a surprise for
my friends that I'm meeting.

Do you want to see it?
- Yeah, sure.

(foil crinkling)

Well, that looks good.
(Emily chuckling)

- Hey, put that phone away.

I mean, you still like
reading, don't you?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Well, I...

just finished my first
children's book.

And I want you to be
the first to read it.

- "Little Snow was a smart
and a happy little puppy.

(cart rumbling)
He had a beautiful coat of fur.

(indistinct)
(cart rumbling loudly)

...nice and smart
and happy too."

- Hey, Brian.

Do you see that janitor inside?

- Yeah.

I want you to go up to
her and tell her

that she is not to mop the
floors until after you leave.

You could've slipped
and really hurt yourself.

I need you to be a big
man here, you know?

Teach people how to respect you.
Stand up for yourself.

Go on.

Go on. I'll be right here.

(birds chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

- Hi.
- Hey.

- What's he doing?

- That woman was mopping
right where he was walking.

He almost slipped
and really hurt himself.

- Oh, God.
- I know.

- Well, he's such
a sweet kid, right?

And he's the first to help
his classmates

when they're struggling and
it's just, with kids like him,

I really try and get them
to be assertive.

Stand up for themselves.

Especially when it involves
their safety.

(footsteps)
- Right, okay. Thank you.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, honey.

I'm sorry, I'm late.

- I'm tired.
- I know, buddy.

Go get your stuff,
we'll go home, okay?

- Thank you for keeping
him company.

- No problem.
- You're gonna make a great mom.

- Thanks.

- Thank you.
Have such a good night.

- You too.

Hey, Brian. Don't play too
many video games, okay?

- Okay. Bye.

(tense music)

(sighs softly)

(phone vibrating)

- This is a prepaid call from...

- Jeff.

- ...an inmate at the County
Correctional Facility.

All phone calls are subject
to recording and monitoring.

To decline this call
press 9 now.

And to accept this call pr--

(tense music intensifies)

(tense music fades out)

(birds chirping)

(leaves crunching
under footsteps)

(footsteps approaching)

(leaves rustling)

(Emily): Hello?

(Leslie): Hello.

(Emily): Hi.

(Leslie): Hi.

(Emily): I'm sorry.
Can I help you?

- Oh, no. I'm good.
Thanks.

- Yeah, are you lost?

- No. I'm just meeting a friend.

- Okay. Who's your friend?

- Kim.

- Oh!
(laughing)

I'm sorry. I'm meeting Kim too.

- Why?

- No, I organized the meeting.
The get-together.

- Oh!
(chuckling): Yeah.

- Okay.
- I'm sorry.

- It's good.
- Yeah, she mentioned to me

that she was... she was inviting
someone else, um...

I'm Emily.

- Hey. Leslie.
- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you. Um, do you
need any help with any of this?

- Oh, sure. Yeah. Um...
- Yeah.

Do you want me to carry this?
- No, no, no. I got that.

Um, you can take this.
- Sure.

- And I'll give you
this too.

Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Um, so, how do you know Kim?

- Oh, I work with her down
at the store.

- Oh, wonderful. Yeah, she...

she said she was looking
for someone to help her out.

- Yeah.
- So, how long have you been
in town?

- Um, about two weeks,
but I used to come through here

all the time on my way
to Jackson Hole.

So it's really familiar.

- You married?

(laughing): No.
- What?

- Um, well, any guy that wants
to marry me is fucking crazy.

And I don't feel like
dating a crazy man.

So, no.
- Well, do you like

the burly type
or the lanky type?

- Um...
(chuckling): Hm?

- I don't know, lanky?
- Oh!

Well, I've got seven guys off
the top of my head

who would kill for
a date with you.

- (scoffs)
- No. They're all friends
of my husband's.

They're great guys.
- All right.

Well, just let me see
pictures first,

'cause I'm not about
the blind date.

(laughing)
- I'm sorry, of course.

Remind me after the meeting.
- Okay.

(sighs): We are upstairs.

(softly): Wow.

- Leslie!
- Sorry.

(clears throat)

Um, so, how do you know Kim?

- Oh, I taught her kiddos.

- Oh, are you like a teacher?
- You bet.

- Oh, so, you must be like
really smart.

(chuckles): Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

(knocking)
Knock knock.

- Oh, yay!

- How are you?
- There they are.

- Look at those pretty girls.

- Here, let me take
this from you.

- Got it.
- Thank you.

- We have been snackin'
and waitin' for 25 minutes.

- I'm sorry, there was a
straggler at school.

You know how that goes.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh my God.
This bitch is hilarious.

- Marjorie.
- And she brought pie.

- I did!
- I've got an insane
sweet tooth.

- You love to outdo yourself.
You're so good.

- I thought this was, you know,
the perfect thing

for our first meeting.
(foil crinkling)

You know, my way of saying
thank you for coming.

- Oh, fuck. That looks amazing!
(Kim): Leslie, we're in
a church.

- Oh, sorry. I'm sorry.
It just, it looks so good.

(Marjorie): Wait, is this
for real?

(laughs)

(Emily): Why? Can no one take
a joke anymore?

Why is everyone so serious
all the time?

(all laughing)
(Marjorie): Okay.

Let's dig in.
(Emily): This is not
meant for decoration.

Let's eat it.
(Alice): We should make this
a tradition!

Pie for the meetings.
- ...as soon as I can, I guess.

(Emily): Alice, thank you
so much for talking
to Father Marcus.

This is perfect.
- Oh, so easy! Don't mention it.

(Kim): Everybody,
this is Leslie.

She has been helping me
and Dylan out at the store.

(Jessica): It's so nice
to meet you.

(Alice): Nice to meet you.
(Jessica): Leslie, will you
grab me

like a little cupcake
or something?

- Oh, yeah. Do you need help
sitting down?

- I might.
- You look like you're
caring a little...

- Well...
- ...a little extra.

- I am. Thank you so much.

(Alice): Look at this.
(Kim): Isn't that beautiful?

- Oh, my goodness.
She worked all day and made pie?

Oh, my goodness.
(Emily): Thank you, Alice.

(Jessica): Oh, my goodness.

- Hm...

- Ah!
(laughing)

(Leslie): So good.
(Marjorie): So good.

- Butter.
- Mm-hmm.

- Am I right?
- Yeah.

- I mean how can something...

so delicious be so bad for you?

(chuckling)

(sighs)

I am really, really happy
that we are finally doing this.

(Kim): Yes.

- Um, today I just want us to...

introduce ourselves, you know,
get to know each other.

There's...

There's no agenda
that needs to be accomplished.

We are here to support
each other

through this
multicultural warfare.

- That's right.
- Mm-hmm.

- Now, I... I have been
brainwashed

to feel ashamed of my heritage.

To feel...
guilt for the prosperity

that our husbands, our fathers,
our brothers,

created in the Western world

and that everyone else
benefitted from.

(Kim): We're all brainwashed.
All of us.

- Um... I'm a teacher down
at the school and...

Um...

I, um...

(voice shaking): I really want
to be a mom.

And, um...

getting pregnant is taking
a little bit longer

than we expected, so...

maybe God is giving me a
higher purpose, right?

(Kim): That's right.
(Alice): Right.

This club.
(chuckling)

Yeah.

(Alice): Well, I like the name.

It has a sense of moving
through generations.

- Yeah. Um...

Well, do we want to go around
and introduce ourselves?

Sort of, I don't know,
throw out ideas

for what we might
want this to be.

(Marjorie): Um...
(chuckling)

- I...
(Emily): Caught you off guard.

- I'm Marjorie, um...

I'm actually not sure
I belong here.

I'm sorry, I don't want
to make you mad.

Just...
- No. You can never
make me mad, Marjorie.

No, I mean that.

No, this doesn't have
to be anything

other than what you
want it to be.

I mean, is there a
particular reason

why you did come today?

Oh, I just wanted advice
with a work thing.

- Um? Well, do you want to
explain what happened

and we can talk it out?

- Um... yeah.

Okay, so...
I work in town, um...

Well, first off I want
to say I don't hate her.

I don't hate anyone, um...

But, yeah, I work in town

and I take the bus
an hour each way

and I have been busting
my ass for two years

and... so that I could
get manager pay.

And it's not her fault,
but um...

but this Colombian girl,

she started around
the same time as me.

Me a little bit before her,
well...

so she got promoted
and I didn't.

(Jessica): Of course.
(Emily): That's not fair.

- That's how I felt.

(Kim): So did the Colombian
woman stick up for you

and say, "Hey, she was hired
before I was?"

(chuckling)
- Nope.

No, so, I...

Quick question.

Nobody's gonna post
about this, right?

- Oh, Marjorie. Our constitution
was designed to protect you.

- Yeah.
- Right?

You have feelings.

Those feelings,
they're not wrong.

- Right. Hmm...

- Right. So, anyway, I decided
to stand up for myself--

- Good.
- And I asked my manager

why she got promoted
and I didn't.

And he said it was because
she has better

leadership skills than I do.
(laughing)

Um... I don't know
what happened,

but I just kinda snapped,
you know?

- Mm-hmm.

- It's 'cause she's brown.
- Thank you!

- And nobody would stand up
for me.

You know, my co-workers
didn't have my back

and I... I just felt crazy.

(Emily): No. No, you're not
crazy.

(Alice): You're not crazy.
- Yeah.

No, it's just like diversity.
Inclusion.

It's like they're speaking
in fucking code.

You know what I mean? It's on
every fucking form, you know.

Every government form,
every employment form.

Every fucking receipt.
You know what I mean? And...

Yeah, so I just, I don't
know what to do and I...

I guess that's why I'm here.

- Hey.

Thank you for sharing.

And for speaking
up for yourself.

I'd like to also add, you know,

Mexicans and Blacks can get away
with saying things like,

you know, "White people
are so awful."

(Kim): All the time.
- Yes!

Or "White..."
This is my favourite.

"White people are the worst."
And no one says anything.

But the minute we offer up
any sort of critique...

Ouh! People shout, "racist."

(chuckles)
(Kim): Yep.

Marjorie just know
you are in good company, okay?

We all kind of feel
how you feel

and anything you gotta say,
you're safe to get it out here.

You know, it's like...

the Asians come over,
they take over companies...

get us sick, I don't say
anything, you know?

And then...
(sighs)

urban kids, right? They can't
even spell their name

and they get into better
colleges than me.

And it's like okay still, fine.
I don't say anything.

- Mm-hmm.
- Now every brown bitch gets
special treatment

because they've convinced people
to feel sorry for her

and it's like...
I...

then I'm the racist?

It's like, there's nothing left
for me in this country.

Yeah, I'm a good person.
I work hard.

But I refuse to grow old
this poor

and have people tell me
that I've got it good!

I don't.
I'm struggling.

I work paycheque to paycheque.

(sighs)

(Kim): Oh, boy.

(birds chirping outside)

(chuckling)

(all laughing)

(Jessica): Oh, it is wonderful
to see young people in
the movement.

I can't believe
you're not married.

- Oh, well, don't worry
about that.

We're gonna help with that.
Leslie is in the same boat.

(Jessica): I know plenty of
great single men

who'd just eat you up.

(Kim): Well, it's slim pickings
for me,

but I got a couple if you
don't mind older.

(all chuckling)
(Marjorie): Actually, I only
date older men so...

- Hey! Listen up.

How about we all
come to the meeting

with a list of, like,
10 great guys.

(Kim): Yes, great. Great.
- Yep. Alice.

- Hi. I'm Alice up
on Owen Street.

And, um...

I'm tired.

I spend a lot of my time alone.
In my own thoughts.

We're really not supposed
to live like that.

So... I hope that we
can keep growing

and keep bringing
new people in

because just being here with
you all,

hearing your inspiring
ideas, Em...

I already feel more like myself.

(Jessica): Oh, me too, hon.

(Kim): It is so hard being
a mom. You can be so isolated.

I mean, that's why
we need to recruit.

(Emily): Yeah, we gotta
keep growing.

(Kim): You don't have to be
going through this alone.

Maybe talk to your friends.

Start building a little
bit more community.

Help them pick up groceries.

Have them help you pick up
kiddos and...
- Yeah.

- You know, you can really
introduce concepts anywhere.

And of course...
(Jessica): At yoga class.

(Kim): Yeah!

- Right. That's perfect.

I mean, they're the ones
who started Black Lives Matter.

They're the ones who are
creating this divide.

They lit a fuse and then let
their kids run wild with it.

Emily's life matters.
So does mine.

All lives matter.

(Emily): Yes.

- We have better doctors.

We live longer.

We take better care
of each other.

These are facts.

Does acknowledging facts
make me a bad person?

(Emily): No. Jeez, no.
- Oh, my goodness, no.

Come here.

Come here.

(teary laugh)

- Thank you. Hi.
- I'm Jessica.

(all laughing)

Well, I wasn't sure
what to expect

but Miss Emily was
real persistent.

Um... okay, okay.

(sighs)

My daddy was
the chapter President

of the KKK in Valentine,
Nebraska,

and I have been
a member my whole life.

I'm more active in Stormfront
since our lives are online.

And I don't normally
tell people that

because I know what people
think about us

and, you know, the media
loves to portray us

as these like big scary
monsters.

(laughing)
But am I really that scary?

I'm a mother of four,

pregnant with number five right
here, and...

(sighs)
this club just really
appeals to me,

because, well, it's like I
always say, it starts with

the mommas and what they're
teaching their babies.

(Kim): God bless you.
Thank God.

And I'm not here
to cause a fuss.

I'm not here to say,
"Oh, you know, lynch 'em all,"

you know, like people
might think.

No, I'm just...

I'm just here to talk
common sense.

Multiculturalism doesn't work.
(Emily): That's right.

- It's never worked,
it's not going to work.

They sure as hell
don't like us, and...

the feeling's mutual.
(Emily): Exactly.

- So...
(Kim): I got two kids.

- You're a momma too?

- Yeah.
- Oh!

Here, I'll pass
this to you then.

I wanted to have more, but,
you know, they are expensive.

So, you know, you try
to get loans,

but, you try getting a loan
from the Jew banks.

They love saying no.
They love it.

(chuckling)
(Emily): I mean, I cannot laugh.

- It's true, though.

I mean, I don't know
when it happened,

but we founded this country
in 1776, right?

(Emily): That's right.

- And now we're watching
it being taken

from under our noses
in plain sight.

- Mm-hmm.

- Dylan, you know,
he runs our store

and we can barely stay afloat.
You see it.

(Marjorie): I mean, it's because
all the illegal immigrants,
they steal.

- Yes, they do.

(groaning): And... oh, God!

It's just the whining
and the disrespect you get

from these coloured kids
who come into the store.

- (groans)
- They just come and barge in,

and they're so freaking loud.

They're... what is the point
of being so loud?

And they're doing it
just to make sure

you can't think straight.

I think an ethnic state
is the most successful state.

I think that's how
you ensure unity.

I think that's how you
regulate the markets.

- Mm-hmm.

- I've got a journalism degree.

- Hm?
(all laughing)

(Marjorie): That's nice.
- And I was thinking about,

you know, using it to help out
our group.

And first thing you got to do,
obviously,

is take the media
back from the Jews.

- Mm-hmm.
- But Emily and I were thinking

about starting a newsletter
or a magazine that contains
some of our ideas.

And if we can get 'em
on the shelves,

we can start reaching people.

- Yeah.
- Right.

- I didn't meet you.
I'm Kim, by the way.

(all laughing)
(Jessica): Hi, Kim.

- Good to meet you.

- Leslie.

- Oh, me? Sorry.

I'm Leslie.

And...

I'm sorry, what am I supposed
to say?

(laughing)
(Kim): Tell whatever you want.

Whatever you want.
Why you're here.

(Emily): Yes, there are no wrong
answers, Leslie.

I mean that. Okay?
- Okay.

Well, I'm here because, well,
Kim invited me, honestly.

And...

you know, I've been
lucky that I've...

I've been very lucky with
the friendships that I've made.

I guess it's karma
for my shitty family.

But, um...

when I was in prison, I got
close with a group of people

that really got
my head straight.

And I really miss that way
of life, you know,

being told what to do,
where to go,

it just makes sense for me.

So...

a friend of mine knew that
I needed that out here,

so she introduced me to Kim.
- Mm-hmm.

- And that's what she is to me,
you know, my stability.

And, I love her kids
like they were my own.

(mouthing): They love her.
- I would kill for those babies.

And...

you know, I want to have
a family like that one day.

Yeah, I mean, they just...

They took me in.

No questions asked, so...
- No, no.

- I'm just here to help.
- Aw!

- You know, in any way
that I can.

(Emily): Aw! Thank you
for sharing, Leslie.

- Yeah.
- For being here.

Um...

I would also like to add this.

(Alice): Really important.
(Kim): Yes. Yeah.

- You know, these... these libs
say that they're fighting for
women's rights, right?

They're just trying
to make us masculine.

(laughing)

Well, think about it.

Who would a guy rather be with?
Hm?

Marjorie?
(chuckles)

Leslie?

Or some, I don't...
blubbering brown whale

coming in from God knows
what country,

with what type of disgusting
disease.

- Ew!

- For our men's strength
and resources...

they get this.
(all chuckling)

Ephesians 5.
(Alice): Yes. Yes.

- Now this, this is the only
gender balance

that has proven to build
strong families.

- Yeah.

(quiet sob)
And we need strong families.

(Kim): Aw, honey.

(choking): You know, it goes
back to the 1960s

with the, you know, the...

the decay of the traditional
family which had this...

- Hm.

- It really messed us up.
(Alice): It did.

(Kim): You are such a resource.

Beauty and brains.
Look at that.

I just want to take
a minute here

to acknowledge all the work
you did in organizing this

and getting all of our butts
into one room.

Making pie.
(all laughing)

Listen, you're really making
a difference, okay?

For me anyway.
- Thank you, Kim.

- Yeah.
(Leslie): And you make really
great pie.

(chuckling)

(Alice): I'm gonna take notes

and I'll email everyone
afterwards.

(Jessica): No. I don't...

Maybe we shouldn't have
a trail like that.

- I'm sorry. What have we done
that's wrong?

No, name one thing
that we've said here

or done here today
that's illegal. Tell me.

- You're right. I'm sorry.
- No. Tell me.

- Um, I--
- No. I'm sorry.

I just, I'm more...
- Emily.

Maybe we can talk about
the newsletter.

Um, I would really appreciate,
I don't know about you guys,

but I need home schooling
materials immediately.

Because you should hear what
they are teaching my children.

- Oh, I can only imagine.
I can only imagine.

I will help you with curriculum.
It's...

it's actually always been a...

a dream of mine to write
a children's book.

- Aw!
- Really?

(chuckling)

- You know you should, um...

You should just make
your own school.

You know, like, really,
really like dream big.

- Yes!
- Put it all out there.

- Yes! That is a great idea,
Leslie. Thank you.

- Yeah.

- Um, I...

I've actually already
started on the book.

(Alice): What?
- Yeah.

Just, you know, after school.
Sort of sketching, um...

(Jessica): Oh, my gosh.
(Marjorie): Let me see.

- It's really rough, but...
(Marjorie): Oh my God.

These are amazing, Emily.
- He's a cute dog.

- Aw!
(all laughing)

- How did you learn how
to draw like this?

- My brother.

He's the real talent.

- How creative you both are.

All right.
(clears throat)

The magazine.
- Yes!

- Should we, like, make a list

of all the illegal immigrants
around the area?

So everybody knows where
they live and stuff.

- Um, no, no!
Hold on.

That's the idea and, you know,
everything thus far

has been a step in the right
direction in the magazine,

but we want to be careful with
this first issue, right?

We want to engage
the mainstream, right?

We can't come on
too strong, okay?

Soft on the outside

so vigorous ideas
can be digested more easily.

- Hm.

- Now we are the best
secret weapon that no one

checks at the door
because we tread quietly.

- Hm.

- I don't know where this fits
into everything,

but I think it's important
to scold

the spic and African parents
in front of their kids.

That way the child will
see the parent

as the root cause for
their embarrassment

and naturally distance
themselves

and their similarities as they
assimilate more quickly.

(clamouring)
- I'm sorry.

(laughing)
Wow, Alice--

(thud)
- Oh my God.

- Alice.
- It's on me.

It's all down my back.
- I'm so sorry.

(Father Marcus): Emily.

- I'm so, I'm so sorry.

- No, I'm sure it's my
fault in some way.

- Jeez.
- I got it.

- Oh, my gosh.

(voices trailing off)

- Father, thank you--
- Please go.

- I'm sorry, we--
- Please.

I don't want any trouble.

- I don't understand, what--
- Please, just... I mean it.

Just go right now
and I won't report you.

But right now.

(ominous music)

(chatter getting louder)

- Good. I'm glad I didn't
ruin the sofa too.

(music stops abruptly)
- Ladies! Ladies.

(Kim): What?
- Should be we go back
to my place for some wine?

- Yeah!
(Jessica): I would love to,
but I can't. Kiddos.

- Ow!
- Next time.

- Next time.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
Lars and I have a date night.

- Ow!
- We'll do it again.

- I mean, I'm game.
- You sound like an ape

when you speak like that.

- Oh, God, yeah.

I guess you're right.

- Well, I'll help you work
on that.

- I wish I could.
Really do, but duty calls.

(Jessica): Do we need
to clean up?

(Emily): Oh, God!
No, leave it.

- Are you sure? Okay.
- Yes!

- They have staff. Um, Leslie,
my dear, are you gonna join us?

- Yeah.
- Oh, great!

- Yeah, sure.
- Great.

(Alice): We should get the guys
together sometime soon, yes?

- Find me one first, would you?
(laughing)

(Alice): I have always loved
James for you.

- Wait, wait, the guy that works
at the gasoline store?

- Yes. Yeah, that's the redhead.
- God. Horrible hands.

- Marjorie!
- Do you think I would like him?

- Beggars can't be choosers.
- I mean, if you like short
and fat fingers.

Yes, I think you'd really
like him.

- Sometimes I do.
(laughs)

- Okay. Well, then James
is your guy.

- No, Leslie.
Don't listen to her.

James would be great for you.

- He's sweet.
- He deserves a good girl.

- I get it, I get it.

(Leslie): I just want to see
pictures first.

- Yeah. It's always weird when
you show up

and they're kind of like
fucking ew looking.

Trust me.
- Yeah. Or then when they smile

and you see their teeth.
- Oh my God.

Oh my God!
I know exactly what you mean.

I've walked out because
it's like, ugh!

Here. Do you want some?
- Yeah. Thanks.

- Always pack some extras.
- Oh!

- Yeah?
- It really gets you
down to the bones.

- Ah!
- Look at that moon.

- That was the first time
I've been in a church in...

I think since I was like seven.

- Well, I'm surprised
I didn't burn up

and go straight to hell. So...

(laughs)
- God.

I feel the same way actually.
(laughing)

Yeah.
- God has maybe forgiven us.

- I don't know.

I mean, he should after
going through that.

- Thank you. Ladies, I'll email
you all with the notes later.

So nice to meet you both.
- Jess, safe home.

- Have a wonderful night,
ladies.

- Jess!
(chuckling)

You're so bad.

- Oh!
(chuckling)

- Um, thanks for inviting me.
It actually was kind of cool.

- Well, it was either this
or kill myself.

Kim, are you going to the store?
- Yeah, for a minute. Why?

- We need some more wine.
- Yeah. Always more wine.

- Can we get a ride
with you real quick?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Do you guys mind
a quick detour? I'm sorry.

- Not at all!
(Marjorie): Shotgun!

- Damn it!
- (laughs)

- I was just going for it!

Okay...

- Hey!

Oh, no. Yeah.

No, it went great.

Yes, yes, yes, but, Kimmy
is actually giving me a ride

to the store to pick
up some things.

So can you pick me up there?

Great. Oh, um... Yeah.

And actually some of the girls

are gonna come over
for some wine.

Is that okay?
Yeah, well, I don't know.

Yeah. Yeah.

Okay. All right.

Yeah. I love you too, babe.
(chuckles)

Bye. See you soon.

(Kim, mocking): See you soon.
- Craig... Hey!

Craig is excited to meet
my new friends.

- Oh, he's a sweetheart.
- He is.

- Thank you for coming
on into the mom van.

Sorry it's so messy.
I didn't expect company.

Also, sorry about the smell.

It's pretty much our family's
locker room.

So, that's why it smells
like feet, I guess.

- I'm used to this smell.
(all laughing)

The backroom at the store
smells like it too.

It's really Dylan. She says
it's the kids, it's not.

(all laughing)
(Kim): Oh, no!

Throw him under the bus.
- You're funny.

- Thanks.

So, how long have
you been teaching?

- About five years now.
- Wow, that's a long time.

- Yeah.
- What grades do you do?

- I do kindergarten.
Yeah, really early.

- That's so cute.
- I know!

- They're so, so little.
- They're so little.

They're so sweet! Ah!
I love it.

- That's awesome.

(Marjorie): What age do you
teach? Sorry.

- Kindergarten. Yeah,
so like five or six

depending on, you know...
- Yeah, yeah.

- ...their birth date. Yeah.

- Hey, you know...

I actually have all of
these vintage clothes

that I've been wanting to sell
and make an online store.

- Oh?
- And...

I don't know, like,
I was thinking maybe

we could put the money
for it towards...

the school or the magazine,
or something like that.

- Oh.
(Kim): That's a really
good idea.

- You know, towards the cause.
- You would do that?

- Yeah.
- I mean, I can contribute
stuff too.

I've got a lot of stuff
lying around.

(Leslie): That would be awesome.
- Yeah.

- Yeah. And I mean, I still need
to take pictures to post them,
but...

I mean, I don't know,
maybe...

maybe you'd want to.
I mean, you're so pretty.

You're basically like a model.
- What?

What? No.
- Yes!

- You're being silly!
- Emily, you have literally

the best genes
of anybody I know.

- Just fishing
for compliments!

- Kim. No.
- You don't look like that.

- I am not!
- You're like Barbie made real.

(scoffs)
- Yeah!

- I should just take you guys
around with me all the time.

(all laughing)
But seriously,

we all have great genes, right?

(Kim): Yes, we do.

- Marjorie, I...

I don't mean to be staring
at your tits,

but you have great tits.
(Leslie): It's true.

- And I'm not a dyke.
(laughing)

(Marjorie): Small but mighty
I always say.

- So will you do it?
Will you model the clothes?

- Yeah. Yeah.

(sighs)
Gosh, I just...

Ah, I want my own school!

(Marjorie): You'd be perfect.
You really would.

- I don't know, ladies.
(Marjorie): If there's anybody
who could do it...

- And you know what?

If niggers can have
their own colleges

and Jews can have their
own community centres

and Islam can have
its own laws,

we can have our own goddamn
elementary school, yeah?

(Leslie): Yeah.
(Marjorie): Amen.

(Emily): Um, Leslie, do you have
a type of wine you prefer?

- Um... I don't really.

- Okay.

(Leslie): Red, white, rosé.
(Emily): Oh, rosé.

(cars passing by)

(bell chimes)
- I'll be in.

- Okay.

(Kim): Did you do the...

(Leslie): I called him, he's
coming on Tuesday at 3 o'clock.

- Okay.

(Kim and Leslie chattering)

(clears throat)

(heels clicking)

- I'll ring you up.

- Thank you, Kim.

(Marjorie): Oh, hey!
(Leslie): I can do it myself.

(Marjorie): They're closed.
(Kim): Excuse me.

(Marjorie): They're closed.
(Kim): We're closed.

- Really? We're just gonna
be real quick.

We're just getting
a bottle of wine.

(Kim): I don't care how quick
you're gonna be.

We're closed.
- You're checking her out.

- Yeah, but I work here.

I'm sorry. Do you speak English

or do we need to speak
slower for you?

- What?
(small chuckle)

Look, I had a long
day at work too.

I understand.
Let's just...

Can I just get a quick
bottle of wine?

I'll get the most expensive one.
(Kim): This is my store

and I can refuse service
to anyone.

I understand that...

but legally you need
to have a better reason

than being an old, tired cunt.

- Lily, stop.
(Leslie): Excuse me?

(Kim): What? Did...? What?
(Leslie): Are you fucking
serious?

(Anne): Let's go.

(Leslie): You just walk into
our store saying that shit?

(Lily): Come on.
(Anne): Let's go.

You always just take it.
Stand up for yourself.

- That's his sister.

Let's go.

- No.

Buy your wine.

You said you're going to buy...

the most expensive
bottle of wine.

I mean...
(scoffs)

isn't that what
she said to you, Kim?

- Uh, yes.
- Yeah.

(Leslie): That's what I heard.

You don't need to get it.
Come on, let's go.

It's all right.
I got it.

- That's $300.

(Leslie): Well, that's a really
good deal.

- That's fucking ridiculous,
Anne. Come on, let's go.

- Hold on.
Hold on, hold on.

(mutters while counting)

Okay.

- We're good.

(Emily): Thanks.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

The only people who carry
$300 in cash

are either whores or thieves.

- Or waitresses.

- Sorry, wait a second.
(scoffs)

What even are you?

- Yeah. Kinda looks like
a chink fucked a wetback.

(chuckles)

Whatever you think I am
is how you're gonna treat me.

So I guess that's what I am.

- Just let us go.
- Hey!

Say thank you, faggots.

- We're sisters.
You fucking idiot.

- What the fuck did
you just call me?

- Don't fucking touch her!
- Get off of me.

(struggling)
Get off of me!

- Get off!
- Get off of me!

(gun clicks)
(screaming)

- Let go of her fucking purse,
you fucking animal.

Get the fuck out.
- Get the fuck out!

- Come, let's go.
- Get out!

- The fuck!

- Fuck you!
- Emily Reif,

you know what they
do to rapists

like your brother in prison?

He's never gonna be able
to take a solid shit again.

- Fuck you!
(Leslie): Fuck you!

- Holy fucking shit!
Are you fucking kidding me?

(tense music)
- No. She's a fucking slut!

(enraged screaming)
She's a fucking liar.

(Craig): Hey. Hey! Hey!
- She's a liar.

(Craig): What's going on, Kim?

(Marjorie): Disrespectful.

That was so fucking
disrespectful.
- You're okay?

(Marjorie): The fuck!
- What's going on?

(Kim): Your brother would
never touch that girl.

- What's going on?
- Much less rape her.

- What's going on?
(Emily): She was threatening me.

- Who was threatening you?
(Kim): The bitch who put Jeff
in jail.

She was just in here.
She just walked in here.

I didn't know what she wanted.

She walked in here
with somebody else.

And I didn't recognize
her at first. But...

- I got it. I got it.

Hey, we had a long week, okay?

Let's go get some
wine and go home.

- Wait...
- Okay?

- Craig, Craig, you should
freaking see all of 'em.

They hang outside of Clark's
and they just...

they are so loud
and like animals.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- Drinking all this...

- So you know these guys?
- No, I don't know 'em.

But she went to school
with Anne.

I... I didn't know
the other one.

- Hold on, hold on!

- It's okay.
It's okay.

- That bitch needs to shut her
carpet munching fucking face.

Okay? You know where she lives?

- I... yeah.
- Yeah? Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

Let's go. Come on.

All we'll do is take
a shit in her tub

or like, steal her fucking
passport or something.

- Hey. Hey.
- She'll never know
that it's us.

- Come on, now.
- No.

She cannot talk
to her like that.

- She can't use that disrespect.
- Sweetheart, let's go home.

- We shouldn't.
- No. We should.

- What do you mean,
you shouldn't?

- I can go alone,
if everyone wants, okay?

I can just do it myself.

But she cannot be talking
to you like that.

- No. You know what,
I'm fucking game.

I'm sorry, I'm in.

(giggle)

I'm in.
- Emily.

- It'll be fun.
- Teach the bitch a lesson.

- I'll do it if you do it.
- Yeah. Fuck that shit.

- Just for a minute.
- Okay. Yes, yes, yes.

I'll go.
- Yes!

- I'll go. I'll go. I'll go.
- What are you...

- This is just like high school!
- Let's go get supplies.

- Oh, man, we're riding again.

(heavy music)

- What?

What?
(music stops)

- I didn't say anything.

- Then what's with
this mopey thing?

Huh?

- Do you know what you're
talking about here, sweetheart?

- It's a practical joke.

- No.
It's a fucking felony, honey.

Look at me.

We had a rough call
from the doctor this week...

and I think maybe
we're not thinking straight.

But that's why we'll go home...
- This has nothing to do
with that.

You're so fucking stupid.

You want to be
a little fairy here?

No, that's fine, okay?

You want your wife...

to look at you every day

like a pussy bitch?

No, I can live like that.

Yeah.

But I'm not sure that you can.
- Okay.

Okay.
- You need to be a big man
here...

and teach people how
to respect you.

Nobody talks to your wife
the way that she did,

because that is
disrespecting you.

Do you understand me?

- Yeah.

- Hey.
Hey, look at me.

(trembling voice): Do you want
me to look at you like
a fucking faggot, babe?

- No.
- No. No, you don't.

Okay.

(sniffle)
Yeah.

(Kim): You guys are gonna make
the tallest, prettiest babies.

(laughing)
- Oh, Kim.
- You are.

(Marjorie): Are we ready?
We're gonna do it.

- I'm ready.
- Leave your phones.

Hey. Hey!
(Leslie): What?

- Leave your phones here.
- Why?

- So they can't trace
that you've been there.

(giggle)
(Leslie): That's really smart.

(Marjorie): Okay. Okay, Craig.
(Leslie): That's actually
really, really smart.

- Copy that.
- Yeah.

Cheer up, softy.

- Let's fucking do this.

Fuck.

- I love you.

- Oh, God.
- My lady.

- Why, thank you, my dear.
- Your chariot awaits.

Here I come.

(laughs)

Ahem.

(giggle)
(Marjorie): Hell yeah.

(sighs)

(Emily): Ladies.
(Leslie): Yeah.

(Kim): Oh my God, I can't
believe we're doing this!

(Emily): No. Kim.
(Kim): What?

(Emily): This stays here, right?
(Kim): Yeah, obviously.

(Leslie): Of course it does.
(Marjorie): Yeah. Of course, Em.

- I can't believe
we're doing this.

- I love you guys.

- Let's turn that music on.
(upbeat song)

- Oh my God.
I fucking love this song.

Yeah!

- It's so fucking good.

(She raises the volume.)

(exclamations)

- Hey. Hey. Shh! Shut up.

Kim, can you turn
the music off, please?

- Fucking Jesus.

- Turn it off, please.

- Fuck.

- Sorry.
- Craig...

- Buzzkill.

(sigh)

- You know, it's not a big deal.

Okay, it's a little
bit of a big deal

that Alice spilled
all over me...

and ruined my favourite
sweater, but...

- I think it'll come out.
- Yeah.

I just feel like she's
kind of clumsy.

Is she the person
that we want to have
taking our notes?

- Yeah.
She is physically clumsy,
but she is organized.

Hey, hey, hey. Slow down.
(Kim): What?

- It's right here. Slow down.
- Sorry. Where? Left, right?

What?
- Right. Right. Turn right.

Yeah.
Turn it slow. It's steep.

(Kim): Oh, dear, that is steep.

(Marjorie): Holy fuck.

(Emily): Kim, we can talk about
Alice later, okay?

- All right.
- Wait a second. Wait a second.

This bitch lives on the hill?

- Yeah.
She lives on the hill.

(Leslie): What?
- I'm in a fucking duplex.

And she lives on
the fucking hill.

- Yeah. Yeah.
All of this is hers.

- Jesus.
- I bet she can see the
lake from up here.

- She can.
- How do you know that?

(Kim): We just passed
by a sign that said:

"Leave all your troubles
behind."

- I check up on her.
You know, I keep tabs on her.

(laughs)
(Marjorie): I'm in trouble.

- You gotta let that go, baby.

(Marjorie): Fuck that shit.

- Is this the only entrance
to the property?

- Well, to the street.
Yeah.

- That's fucking risky,
don't you think?

If somebody comes home,
we're stuck here.

- Well, then, okay.
Well, then, someone needs
to stand watch.

It's simple.
This is it. This is it.
- Kim, hold on.

(Marjorie): Fucking shit.
- That's it?
- Yeah.

(Marjorie): That shed is fucking
bigger than my fucking
apartment.

- Are there pets in there?

- I don't think so.
No.

No. I don't know.

- She lives by herself?

(sigh)
- Yeah, I don't know.

Yes, she lives by her...
- It really matters that
you know that.

- Yeah. Okay.
She lives by herself.

She inherited this place
when her mom died.

So, yes.
She lives here alone, Craig.

(sigh, laughs)

(Marjorie): Prosecutor
over here, Jesus.

- Just an inquisition here.

- Fuck. All right.

It's as good a time
as any, I guess.

Five minutes and not a second
longer than that.

Hold on.

I'm gonna wait outside.
I don't want to know

what the fuck you guys
were doing in there.

When I come get you,
we're leaving. Okay?

(laughs)
- Yeah.
- Okay?

- Yes.
Yes, this is my sexy man!

(Marjorie): Oh my God.
There's the fucking lake.

- He's gonna stand watch for us.
(Marjorie): That is fucked up.

(Leslie): I'm sorry,
but I have a question.

(Craig): Just pull it up here
and kill the engine.

- If she isn't even home,

why do we only have
to be five minutes?

- Is she a good idea?

Honestly.
- Craig, she is fine.
She's fine.

(Kim): Craig, she works hard.
She's totally solid.

(Marjorie): Craig, you need
to fucking loosen up, man.

- Yeah, Craig.
I'm solid.

- Five minutes and not
a second longer than that.

What do you think of that?

(Leslie): I'll bring the wine.

(Marjorie): Jesus, man.
(Emily): Babe!

- We're just fucking having
a good time, man.

- Babe, use your upper
body strength.

- Kim, you're in the back.
(Kim): What? Okay.

(birds chirping)

- Fuck.

(heavy music)

(Kim): She has a kayak!
- Shut the fuck up.

(Leslie): Why do we need
to be so quiet?

She's not even home.
- Just shut the fuck up.

(Leslie): I know, right?
So dumb.
- Hold on. Hold on.

- What? What?

- I fucking hate this.
I have a really bad feeling.

There's too much space
between the house and the road.

We're not gonna get
everybody out unseen.

Emily...

(♪)

(dog barking)

Does she have a dog?

- I don't know.

- Shut up. Shut up.
(Leslie): It's a puppy.

(Marjorie): What?
You can't take a dog, Craig?

- Shh, shh, hey, buddy.

- He's so cute.

(Leslie): Wait, should I grab
a rock?

And we can fucking throw
it through the window.

(Craig): No.

You should look for
a hide-a-key.

(Marjorie): A hide-a-key?
What the fuck is that?

(Leslie): Seriously?
(laughs)

- Leslie! Shh...
- I found it.

- It was really right
the fuck there?

- Really right the fuck there.

I'm surprised this bitch
hasn't been burgled before.

(laughs)
- Shut the fuck up.

- What?
(Craig shushing)

(Emily): He's excited to see us.
- Get the dog.

- Hello. Hello.
Come here.

(Marjorie): Oh.
It's a big house.

(Kim): Oh my God.
- Baby.

- Oh my God.
- Oh, wow.

Look at these floors.
That's beautiful.

- Hey. Hey.

Four minutes

and I'm gonna wait outside.

- Cool.
- Kim, I'm not fucking around.
Okay?

- I know.
- Man, you have lost a lot

of your sense of humour
these days.

- Oh my God.
She has a washer and a dryer.

- Nice.
- Front loaders.

- I wonder if it's one
of those smart ones

where you can control
it on your phone.

- What I would give...
never to go

to the laundromat again.

- That's shitty art.

(Emily): Aw, sweet baby.
- This is very shitty art.

- It's shitty art.
- Let's see if we have
anything to...

- Yes!
(exclamations)

Save one of those beers for me.
Will you?

- Maybe. We'll see.
- Sweet baby.
Look at this baby boy.

Look at this sweet baby boy.
- He's cute.

He's so scared.
Where is your mommy?

She left you alone.

Why did she leave you alone?
(Kim): Wait, what are we...

(loud thump)
- Jesus Christ!
- Fuck, Marjorie.

Fuck me.
- Let me in.

(laughs)
- Get in here.

- I'm sorry,
am I being too loud?

Craig. Craig!

(shushing)
Fuck!

Are you fucking kidding me?

How do you turn...

Fuck.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I always wanted
a fucking piano...

(plays off-key)
but we could never afford one.

(glass breaking)
(Leslie): Oh, fuck!

(laughing)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It just... fell.

I'm sorry.
- What did you do?

- I just dropped the glass.
- Just clean it up, okay?

- Okay.
I'm cleaning it up.

(Marjorie): No, this piano
is a...
- Kim.

- Yeah? Yes, Emily.
- Help me find the passport.

- I'm gonna check upstairs.

(Marjorie plays a song
on the piano.)

Can you hide in here?
Yeah.

(Marjorie): I always wanted
to play piano, but...

(Kim, from afar):
It's freezing up here.

- Kim!
(Kim): Yeah!

- Are you upstairs?
(Kim): Yeah.

- Did you find anything?
(Kim): Not yet.

It's dark.
And, ooh, cold.

- It's very...
Did you check under the bed?

(Kim): Yeah. I just did.
But I didn't see anything there.

- You checked the... Ouch!

- See? See?

- What is with this ceiling?
- Us, tall, blonde models

gotta worry about that,
don't we?

- Kim. Did you check in here?
- No. I mean, no, not there.

- Oh, God.
- Found her underwear drawer.

- Eww! I bet they smell.

- Let's see.
Let's see.

- It's like...
(high-pitched scream)

What?
- I found it! I found it!
- You found it?

- I found it.
- Wait!
- Oh my God! You found it.

- You found it?
- What are we doing with this?

(excited laughter)
Yes.
- We found it!

We found the passport.

(Kim, singing): 'Cause we know
this bitch is not American!

Oh, we found the passport!

- I'm just playing
the fucking piano.

Jesus Christ.
- Who has a lighter?

- No, no, no. Let me do it.
- Oh my God, are we burning it?

- Hey!
- Let me do it.
- Kim.

- I saw matches.
- That was not five
minutes, Craig.

- It absolutely was.
Please, can we go?

- It wasn't five.
- We shouldn't burn it here

because there's
like smoke alarms.

(intertwined chatter
and screams)
- Leslie!

- Sorry. I'm not gonna
burn the house down.

- Emily! Let's go!
We'll burn it...
- Oh, my gosh.

- Let's burn it in your
fire pit at home.

(car approaching)
- Shh!
- But we should check--

- Shh!

- What?

(car door opening)
- Hide.
- What?

- Hide right now!
- Oh my God.

- Hide and get out when you can.
- Oh my God. This way.

- Fuck!
- Shit.
- Fuck!

- Oh, shit.

- Move, move, move.
- Shit.

- Fuck!
I fucking told you.

Is that better?

Fuck!

- Fuck!

(whimpering)

(footsteps approaching)

- Willie?

Willie?
(tongue clicks)

(Craig): She's leaving.

- Stop her. Get her.
Get her.

(panicked chatter)

- Get her.
- Fuck, fuck, fuck.

- Shit.
(screams)

- Oh my God.

(Craig): It's okay.
Just don't move.

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

- Grab a chair.
- Here.

- Put her right there.
- I got it.

I got it.
(Craig shushing)

- Give me your hands.
- Shut the fuck up.
It's okay.

- Give me your hands.
- I'm sorry. It's okay.

It's just a practical joke,
okay? It's just a joke.

I'm sorry.
We're leaving. Okay?

- Emily. What the fuck?
- We're leaving.
What are you fucking doing?

(Leslie): What do you think
I'm fucking doing?
I'm fucking holding her down.

- Kim, let's go.
Let's go.

- Sorry. Let's go.
- Let's fucking go.

Kim, what the fuck
are you doing?

(screams)

- Shut up or I will
fucking kill you!

Do you fucking hear me?

This is all because you
fucking sassed us back there.

Do you fucking understand this?

- This is not funny
anymore at all.

This is big trouble.
- Okay. It's okay.

- What are we doing?
- Okay, I love my fucking job.

- Em?
- And Terry needs me.

I don't want to go
to fucking jail.

- It's okay. Just stop it.
Just stop it, Craig.

Stop whining and whimpering
like a fucking cunt!

I'm sick of it!
- Emily!
- We were just joking around.

- What are we doing?
- What the fuck are you doing?

- What do you mean,
what am I doing?

I don't know what I'm doing.
I'm trying to help.

- Kim!

(Anne whimpers.)

Let's go.
(whimper)

(Marjorie): Where is he going?
(Leslie): He's fucking scared.

(Craig): Jesus fucking Christ.

(shaky breathing)

Hey. Hey.
It's okay. It's okay.

Stay. Stay, stay.
(Lily): Help!

Leave me alone!

(Craig): Shh! It's okay.
(Lily): Stop!

(Craig): I'll explain.
I can explain, okay?

We're gonna go inside now.
I'm gonna explain.

Just please, come with me.
Come with me.
- Stop! Stop! Please stop!

- Yeah, just come inside
and I'll fucking explain
it to you.

Okay? Please?
Just come with me.
I'm sorry.

I'm fucking sorry.
I'm sorry.
It's just...

Hold still. Okay?
Please! Fucking please!

- Please stop!
- I don't wanna fucking
hurt you.

Okay? Please don't make me
fucking hurt you.

Okay? Okay?

Just come on.
I'm sorry.

I'm fucking sorry.

Let's go inside.
Let's go inside.

Here. Okay?
Okay.

Okay.
What the fuck?

(screams, panicked whimpers)

- Don't worry, you'll be fine.

- Stop. Stop. Stop.
Stop it.

(whimpers)
Stop it.

(Marjorie): Did you just shove
me, you fucking bitch?

(loud thumps)
- What the fuck is this?

(whimpers)

- Hey. Hey.
Hey, babe.

- Get the fuck off of me.
Get the fuck off of me!

(whimpering)

- Craig, where are you going?
Craig, Jesus!

- Craig!
- Craig! Craig!

Craig! Craig!

- We don't need him. Okay?

We don't fucking need him.

You don't need him.

You are better than him.
He is a little fucking pussy.

Do you understand?

We don't need him.
(heavy breathing)

(whimpers)
(Marjorie): Shut up, shut up.

- Outside.
Everyone, outside to talk.

Don't move. Don't move.

Outside now.
All of you.

- We are fucking watching you!
Do you fucking understand that?

That gun is on you at
all fucking times! Kim!

- Yes.
- Keep it on them!
- Yes.

I got them. I got them.

- Okay.
They're moving closer.

- We gotta scare
the shit out of them.

- They have seen our faces.
They know who we are.

- Is that really gonna work
if we just scare them?

- Yeah. We just have to scare
the shit of them.

- I don't know.
I don't know.

She's tough,
you know, she has...

- Then we really scare
the shit out of them.

(shaky breathing)

- I can't, I can't.

- Kim. Kim.

- I need my babies.
I can't.

- I understand.
And you can do this.

I need you.
I can't do this alone, Kim.

Okay?
- Stop looking at me!

- Okay, I need you to calm
down and think.

- Yeah. Yeah, I am calm!
- Okay? You're calm. Okay.

- I think it's the only way.
Emily, it's the only way.

We just gotta go really hard
and scare the shit out of them
and just fucking commit.

- I mean, is there anything
else we're not thinking of?

(crying): They weren't supposed
to be fucking home.

- Okay, listen. Okay.
Everyone just needs to relax.

All right? This shit isn't
that complicated.

Kim. Kim, you are tight

with every single fucking cop
that comes into the store.

I have seen it.

If they ask us anything,
we'll deny it.

All right?
- Yeah.

- We will get rid of
all of our evidence.

Get rid of our fingerprints...
everything that we ever fucking
touched in here.

Get rid of our trash
and that's it. All right?

It's their word against
ours with no evidence.

And trust me, by the time
I'm fucking done with
these bitches,

I swear to God, they will
fucking leave town.

All right? All right?

- Yeah.
- I'm gonna fix this.

(whimpers and cries)
Kim, I'm gonna fix this.

All right?

And this part will be fun.

- Oh my God.

- We need to...
- Okay.

- We need to...
- Shh.

Let's scare the shit
out of them.

We clean up.

And we're out.
- We should leave right now.

We should leave right now.
- Yeah.

- Then leave.

Just go.

- Shit.

- Okay. Are we gonna do it?

- Why would you show
up for a meeting dressed
like a fucking whore?

Disrespect!

Get the fuck in here!
- Oh my God.

Fuck!
(Kim): Will you help me?
Please, Marjorie?

- I just wanted some fucking
wine! Jesus fucking Christ!

- They're touching each other.
- Okay. I got it!

I got it! Kim!
I got it!

- Jesus Christ!
- Let go. Let go.

- Get the fuck off of her.
- Jesus.

Jesus fucking Christ.

- Stop moving!

- This is all because
you decided

to stand the fuck up
for yourself.

- Calm down.

(indistinctly): Emily. Emily.
- Hey, little bitch.

Hey, little bitch.
I need your fucking phone.

I need to play some
fucking music.

- Oh! Hold on.
You know what?

I bet you her phone
is in her purse.

Wonder if you have any
more whore money.

- Okay. Fuck. Okay.

- This is the United
States of America.

- Oh, shit.
- It's not your fucking
country, is it?

- Okay. Wait.
Will you take her phone?
- Wait.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Yeah. That's...

(Emily): What kind of tunes
do you like, honey?

- Emily! Emily, please
just let my sister go!
- Got it!

All right, let's see...

- Oh, wait...
- Got it.

- You want us to let
your sister go?

(♪ Behind My Eyes
by Apashe & LIA)

(Leslie): You want her
to be let go?

Okay. Maybe we should
let her go.

Well, you know what actually,
you look so frail.

How about we feed her?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Maybe get some food
in her. It's protein.

Yeah.
How about you, Marjorie?

How about we feed her?
(screams)

- Shut up.
Get the fuck away from me.

Stop moving.
Stop fucking with your sister.

Calm down.
I'm not gonna break you.

I'm just gonna fucking feed you.

(whimpers, intertwined chatter)

- Get her fucking hands.

- Open up.
Open your mouth.

(coughing)
- Here you go.
How about a banana?

Yeah. You wanna come
with us and eat a banana?

- Have some banana.
- I think she's finding
it a little dry.

- A little liquid.
A little liquid.

(intense coughing)

Oh. There it is.
Here you go.

Are you fucking thirsty?

Get it open.

- Here you go.
Here you go.

- She's thirsty.

Your hair is so dry, baby doll.

(Kim): Did you steal that
whiskey from my fucking store?

Let's moisturize it for you.

(intense coughing)

(whimpers)

(♪)

(indistinct chatter, cries)

(laughter)

(wheezing, coughing)

(panicked screaming)

- There you go.
There you go.

- Stop moving! Stop it!

Marjorie!
What are you doing?

- I'm taking a video
with her phone.

- What are you doing?

What did you not understand
about leaving no trace?

- Well, I just thought
it was a fucking video.
- Jesus fucking Christ.

(wheezing)

- Hey! Look at me.
Look at me.

Look at me.
Look at me.

Were we ever here?

- Were we ever here?
- Were we ever here?

- Were we ever fucking here?
- Were we ever here?

- You liar.
- Are you ever gonna fucking
say anything?

- You are a lying little
whore, aren't you?

- Were we ever here?

She's choking.
- She's choking.

She is choking.
Oh my God. Hit her on
the back.

Hit her on the back.
- Get it off.

Get it off.
A little help here!

- Fuck! Fuck!

- What is wrong with her?

What is wrong with her?
- What is wrong with her?

- What is wrong?
- Get her up.

She's choking.
Oh my God.

Oh my God.
What's wrong with her?

Peanuts! Peanuts.
She's allergic to peanuts.

- Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

- Get her EpiPen in
the purse in my room, please.

(Leslie): I'm sorry.
I can't hear you.

- Please. Please. Please.
(Leslie): I can't...
I'm sorry, what were you saying?

- Lily. No, no, no.

- Oh my God.
What the fuck is that?

- Hurry!
Oh, no, no.

- Fuck. Holy shit.
Fucking shit.

(Marjorie): Oh my God.
(Anne): Look at me.

- Oh my God.
(Anne): Lily. Lily. Lily.

Look at me, Lily.
Open, no. No, no, no.

Stay with me, baby.
Stay with me.

I love you, baby. Don't...
(crying)

- Epinephrine
for allergic reactions.

(Emily): Hurry!
Give it to her!

- Kinda looks like we're
too late though.

(screeching)

(whimpers)

- No.

Oh, no, no, no.
(cries)

- Fuck. Fuck!
- Oh, no, baby.

- Shit. Oh my God.
- Lily.

- Oh, my fucking God.
- Lily, wake up.

- What's happened to her?
- Oh, no, no, no.

What did you do?

Oh, God.

- You did it to yourselves.

- She fucking resisted.
She fought back.

It would've been easier
for her if she'd stopped
and had some respect.

- Why did you do this?
- It's her fault.
It's her fault.

- No, baby. Wake up,
Lily. I love you.

No, no, no, no, no.

Wake up. Wake up.
Oh, no, no, no.

(cries)

Oh, no.

(Emily): Kim, what
are you doing?

(Kim): We have
to make sure that...
(Leslie): Take these.

(Kim): Okay.
(Emily): What are you doing?

(Kim): We have to make sure this
place is spotless.

We have to wipe down
every surface.

We have to take all
of our trash.

(Emily): What about her?
(Kim): I am not losing my kids.

Do you understand me?
I'm not.

None of this has gone
the way I wanted it to go.

(indistinct screaming)
- Try to relax! Okay?

- You! You!
You did this!

- I didn't do anything!
- You did this!

- You trash!
We did this for you!

- No, I didn't!
- You did this! You did!

- We did this for your
ass so fuck you!

- Shut up! Shut up!

It is nobody's fucking fault!

We didn't fucking know

that she was fucking
allergic to peanuts.

So shut up!
(sound decreasing)

(inaudible)

(sound increasing)

- Marjorie.

Marjorie!

(teary voice): Get in here!

Kim.
- What?

- Come here.

We all need to get
gloves on, okay?

- What?

- Put gloves on.

(heavy breathing)

Oh my God.

- We need to make it
look like a rape.

- What?

- No one's ever gonna suspect
women if they're raped.

- Why are you looking at me?
I'm not gonna fucking do it.

- Kim, I'm not asking
you to do it.

- I can't...

I can't...
We should go.

- No!
We need to clean up our mess.

- Look, it's no one's
fault, okay?

Just do it.

- I'm going to.

- I am helping clean.
- I need a fucking carrot.

- I'll just keep cleaning.
Oh, God.

We shouldn't have worn shoes.
I'll tell you that much.

(Anne): No. No. No.

- Shut the fuck up.
Shut up!

(Anne): No! No!

- This is how you learn.

(Anne screams and cries
in pain.)
You deserve it.

- Oh, God.
Oh my God.

Oh my God.
Oh my God.

Oh my God.
Oh my God.

(piano notes being struck)

- Oh my God.

(sniffles)

- Bitch.

(whimpers)

(shaky breathing)

- I'm... I'm really sorry
that I yelled at you.

Okay?
- Okay.

- I was just really,
really panicked.

- I know.

- And you didn't do
anything wrong.

And I don't think I can do it.

And...

I know that you're
really strong.

So...

- Yeah.

Yeah, I'll do it.

I'll do this for you.

And then you'll model
my clothes for me.

(retching)
- What?

- My clothes.
For the online store.

You'll model them.

(Kim): Oh, God.
- Yeah.

(Kim): Oh, God.

(retching)

(Emily): I'm gonna throw up.
Kim.

Go outside
and find something for the body.

Okay?

- Oh, Jesus. Fuck.

(whimpers)

(grunting)

(Anne's whimpers stop.)

(heavy breathing)

(Emily): Fuck.

(Kim): I found this.

I don't know what to do.
- That works. That works.

- Okay. Okay.

- Marjorie.
- What?

- Come help me.

Come help me.

Come help me.
- What the fuck?

- All of our trash goes in here.

Okay?

- Oh my God.

Oh my God. Oh my God.
Oh my God.

- Breathe.
(heavy breathing)

Breathe.
I need you to breathe.

Okay?

Can you carry these cans?

- Okay.
- Can you carry these cans?

Okay. Good. Good.

(breathing heavily):
Where are we taking them?

- We're taking it to the lake.
- Okay.

- And the bag needs to sink,
okay?

- Oh, fuck.
- Can you carry these?

Breathe.
- Okay. Yeah.

- Breathe. Breathe.

Okay. Okay.

- I'll just take them
to the car.

- Take them. Okay.

(heavy music)

Fuck.

(whimpers)

Fuck.

(Kim): Guys, we have to go.

Right now.

- All right.

- Fuck, they're heavy.

- Push it.
- I got it. I got it.

Don't slip, her fucking
spit's all on the floor.

(crying): Oh, fuck. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Okay...

Got to clean.

Got to clean this.

Fuck.

(heavy breathing, whimpering)

Okay.

(heavy music)

Okay. Okay.

(♪)

Okay...

Okay, okay...

(shaky breathing)

(Kim): Emily, hurry up!

What the fuck are you
doing in there?

- Okay.

Okay.

Okay, okay.

(indistinct shouting)

(door lock clicking)

(crying): Fuck...

Fuck!

Go! Get out.

Go. Okay.

Okay, stay. Stay. Stay.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, fuck.

(indistinct shouting, grunting)

(Leslie): She is fucking heavy!

Marjorie, will you help me?

Get your shit together.

(crying)
Jesus!

Marjorie, just take another
fucking shot or something!

(heavy crying)

- Hey. Hey. Hey.

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe.

Breathe. Breathe.

- Okay. Okay.

(car engine)
Okay.

- Listen to me.
(crying)

- Okay.
- We need you to get in the car.

Get in the car.
- Okay. Yeah.

Okay.

- Are we good?

(Leslie): We're good.

Just get in the fucking car.

(insects chirping)

Get in the fucking car!

(shaky breathing)

(Kim): Did you get everything?
(Emily): I got everything.

(Kim): After we dump them,

we gotta come back here and
we gotta clean everything.

(Emily): Okay.
(Kim): Carefully.

Okay?
- Okay.

Yes.

(crying): Every single inch
and we'll erase fingerprints.

Everything will be spotless.
(Kim): Everything.

(Emily): It will be fine.
No one.

No one will know we were there.
No one will ever find out.

Okay?

Oh, fuck.

(shaky breathing)

You're okay.

We're okay.

Huh...

Is...

Is your boat...
(Marjorie): Where are we going?

(Emily): Where is your boat?
(Kim): I don't...
It's by the pier.

(Emily): Which pier?
(Kim): The one by
that abandoned house.

(Emily): By the... Okay.

We're gonna take
them there, okay?

(Leslie): We should just be
burying them in
the woods.

(Emily): With what, Leslie?

- With a fucking shovel!

- Where are we gonna get
a fucking shovel?

- I bet you they fucking
had one!

- Will you just shut
the fuck up?
- Fuck you!

- Shut the fuck up!
- You are the one who
fucking told us...

- Shut up!
- ...so don't piss me
the fuck off!

- This is your fucking fault!
- You are screaming at me!
Fuck you!

I did this for you!
I have good ideas!

I could get the fuck out
of this car right now,

then you're on
your fucking own!

- Okay. Okay.
- Do you understand me?

- No, no, no. Please.

Calm down. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(whimpers)

(Leslie): Test me again, Emily,

and see where it
fucking gets you.

(shaky breathing)

(deep breathing)

- Kim, are we almost there?

Are we almost there?
(Kim): Yes. Yes.

Marjorie, if you reach
into the glove compartment...

there should be
a headlamp in there

from one of my kiddos.

- Okay.

(Kim): Just...

(Marjorie, softly): I got it.
(Kim): Did you get it?

- Yeah, I got it.
- Okay, good.

- I'll get... I'll get out,
and...

(Kim): Wait for the car
to pass us.

- ...and open the gate.
Yeah.

(safety belt unlocks)

(whimpering)

(squeaking)

Kim.

Come on.

Come on.

Okay.

- Marjorie, sorry I need
that headlamp that my boy left
in there.

- Listen.
- What?
- You're gonna need this.

- Yeah. Thank you.
You're gonna pull
the car around...

and bring the bag down
to the shore and meet me,
okay?

- Okay.
(sniffles)

- Okay.

(heavy breathing)

(sombre music)

(crickets chirping)

(♪)

(whimpers)

(deep breathing)

(wind whistling)

No...

Fuck.

(grunts)

Fuck!

God damn it.

Fuck!

Oh!

Fuck.

Fuck me.

Fuck.

Okay. Okay.

(shaky breathing)

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay...

Fuck.

(heavy breathing)

Okay.

- You're okay.

- We need to get them
on the boat.

- I'm pushing.
I'm pushing.

- Yeah.
- Got it?

(screams)
- I'm coming.

I'm coming.
- Emily, you okay?
- Oh my God.

- Coming. I'm coming.
I'm coming. Whoa!

(Emily): Be quiet.
- Okay.

(Leslie): The house
is abandoned. No one's gonna
fucking hear us.

- One, two.
- Three.

(grunts)

- Fuck.
- Okay.

You get on that side, Kim.

Okay, so pull.
We're pulling it.

- Push.
- Push.

- Keep going.

We got to get out of the mud.

(rattling sound)

Come on. Come on.
Come on.

- Marjorie, get in
the back and help.

- Okay.
I'll go around.

- Get up.
- Get in there.

- Jesus. I'm trying to!
Help!

- Okay.

- See?
You needed a fucking friend.

- Okay. Okay. Okay.

One of you in here with me.

- I'll go.

(grunts, whimpers)

Shit.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Push us. Ready?

One.

- Idiots!

- Fuck you, Marjorie!

- Fuck you.

- Just fucking go.

- It's getting too deep.

I can't push any farther.

- Emily?

One, two, go!

- Sorry.

- One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Fuck.

(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

One, two, three.
- Three.

- One, two, three.

Here?
- Further.

- Here?
- Further.

- Jesus Christ.

Here?

- Here. Okay.
Here.

(grunting)

Help me.
- I'm helping.

Fucking...

(water splash)

(water splash)

(heavy breathing)

- We did it.

We did it.

Leslie, we did it.

(Leslie): Let's go.

Turn. Turn.
One, two, three.

Hold on.

(grunting)

(soft rustling)

(wind blowing)

(soft music)

(deep shaky breathing)

(coughing)

(♪)

(whimpers)