All language subtitles for Offerings.1989.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

- Will you get in there!

Well, what have you been
up to, you little monster?

Your teacher, miss
Jones, called yesterday;

said they ran some tests.

You're quite smart.

You wouldn't think that
a boy that wouldn't talk

could be such a genius, would you?

But we know better, don't we?

I know how you treat your pets.

I seen what you done to
your turtle last week.

Didn't think I'd look in the bottom

of that trash can, did you?

I've heard little boys are mean,

but you're sick.

I bet you're gonna grow up to be

like your good-for-nothin' father.

I'll bet he tortured and
cut up his pets, too.

Is this what you're going to do?

Is this the way you're
going to treat your wife?

Don't turn away from your loving mother.

Well, hello, Gretchen.

Hello, Mrs. Radley.

Can Johnny come out?

- Johnny isn't feeling very well, today.

- He doesn't look sick, Mrs. Radley.

Besides, he wants to come.

- Well, alright, Gretchen,

but make sure you're back
in a couple of hours.

We have to go to the doctor, today.

- Okay, we'll do that.

Let's go play over there.

How come you always win?

Alright!

Oh, man, let's go.

- Look, it's Gretchen
playing with that creepy kid.

- Yeah, the one that doesn't talk.

- Let's have some fun with him.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

- Please don't run away.

I won't let them do anything to you.

- What are you guys doing?

We're just playing checkers.

- He didn't ask you, was talking to him.

- You know he don't talk.

- My momma says he used to
talk before his daddy left.

- His daddy didn't leave,
his mommy killed him.

- Hey, I bet he's never walked the well.

- He don't need to.

He's too scared to.

- Not so.

Where's he goin'?

Probably to the well.

Let's go.

We're right behind you.

C'mon, bigby, hurry up.

Better not stick around.

Ride, you dumb
girl, you're in my way.

Chicken!

Let's go, why don't
you say something now?

- Woo hoo, looks deep.

- Are you chicken?

- Shut up, Greg.

- Chicken, bock, bock, bock, bock!

You don't have to do it.

- What a dork!

- He's dead meat.

- He's gonna jump!

Hey, no fair, he touched it!

Don'tjump, don'tjump, don'tjump,

don'tjump, don'tjump, don'tjump.

You can do it, come on!

Don'tjump, don'tjump, don'tjump!

- Not bad for a retard.

He went for a swim, man!

- He's dead!

- Guys, let's get out of here.

Guys, help me!

Guys, come back!

Come back!

Guys!

- Well, you new here?

- Mm-hm.

- What's your name?

- Jackie.

- Jackie, you're not afraid
of this guy, are you?

- Well, he's, he's, he's...

- He's a little out of it.

Wanna hand me the scope?

Now, the one you ought to be nervous of

is Mr. Franks.

Any time he takes a crap, he
thinks he's having an abortion.

Let me tell you, he's had some ugly kids.

- I heard we were in a perigee cycle.

A what?

- It's when the moon aligns itself

between the earth and the sun,

and it causes a dramatic
gravitational pull.

- You mean extreme full moon effect?

Take a pulse rate.

- I heard he killed his mom.

- Yeah, and when they found him,

he was chewing on what
was left of her remains.

- You mean he was actually eating her?

- Finger iickin' good.

Hey, look, Jackie, this guy's
been here almost 10 years,

never harmed anybody.

As long as we keep him sedated,

he just stares straight ahead.

See?

Nobody's home.

- Well, he gives me the creeps.

- Doctor, we're having
trouble with Mr. Franks.

Could you please come and check on him?

- Yeah, as soon as I'm through here.

- We need you now.

He thinks he's having twins.

- See what I mean?

Okay, okay.

- Room 222.

- He's due for a sedation
about 15 minutes.

If I'm not back by then,
make sure he gets something.

Oh, make you feel any better, I'll have

an orderly come in and keep you company.

Oh, thanks.

- Don't forget that injection.

Come on back here, Mr. Ruiz.

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

- Come on.

Shit!

-And the third part of
today's lecture: Violence.

Webster says, the use of
physical force to injure.

We all, believe it or
not, have a taste for it.

Kids watch their superheros
on Saturday morning

wreak havoc on the bad guys.

Dads cheer when football defense men

tear the heads of their opponents

while they're making a tackle.

And moms secretly applaud every time

someone on a daytime soap
gets his just reward.

I see some of you dismiss that as fiction,

not really a taste for violence.

What about when the family's
driving on vacation?

They pass the scene of an accident.

Dad slows down.

Mom says, "oh, I hope no one's hurt,"

while she stares intently at the scene.

And the kids in the back
seat crane their necks,

hoping to get a view of some bloody mess.

Some recent research into serial killers

indicates this area of the brain,

the iimbic system has suffered damage

when they were children.

It's been suggested that incoming signals

become irrationally confused in the brain,

and many unlikely
subjects become a threat.

Killing of certain people
by these individuals

isn't viewed as morally wrong,

but as justifiably correct,

and they show no remorse
for what they've done;

sort of a justifiable homicide.

Do you agree with that?

- I don't know.

That's all the time we have for this week.

Read chapters 26 through 28 for next time.

See you then.

- Jim.

- Sheriff chism, what can I do for you?

- Got some bad news for you.

John radley escaped.

- When.

About an hour ago.

I thought you'd like to know

since you were involved in the case.

- Yes, yes of course.

You think there's a chance
he'll come back here?

- I really don't know.

Listen, I've got to go.

If anything else comes
up, I'll get in touch.

- Yes, please do.

- You have my number?
- Yes.

- Please call if anything
happens, anything.

Gretchen?

Gretchen?

Wake up, honey.

Gretchen!

Will you get up?

Gretchen!

- Bud!
- Will you get down here?

Your dad and I are gonna
be late for the airport.

- Okay, okay, mom!

I'll be there in a minute.

- Well, hurry up!

Now, we'll be gone 'til the 3rd.

I'll call you tomorrow night.

- Come on, Mary!

Will you come on?

We're gonna miss the plain.

- Bye, dad.

- Bye, babe.

Don't destroy the house.

I'll try not to.

- Take care, honey.

- God, mother, you're only
gonna be gone two weeks.

Let's go, Mary!

- Don't forget to feed bud!

We'll call you tomorrow
night from the island,

and, oh, oh, keep the doors locked!

- Will you get in the car?
- I know there's

something else.

Eat!

- Alright!

- Bye!

- Bye.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Who the hell is this?

- What's with you?

Yeah, you got a bug up your ass or what?

- Did you call just a minute ago?

- No.
- Well somebody just called

and hung up.

- It wasn't me.

- Have your parents left?
- Yeah.

They're history.

You're still coming over, right?

- Yeah, and the guys are still
coming over, aren't they?

- Yeah, but they're not staying the night.

- Why?
- Because, okay?

- Are you going to class?

Yeah, I think so.

- 'Kay, well, I'll see you there.

- M'Kay, bye.

What's up, sheriff?

- Glad you could make it.

I called you up because
there's something out here

I thought you ought to see.

Got a call from an irate
duck lover this morning.

Says some guy been wandering
around here last night.

Look at this.

- Looks like dogs to me.

- Nope.

This imprint here on the belly section,

that's the same Mark a
man's teeth would make.

Some of these birds have been half eaten.

Come over here.

The duck pond is on a direct line

from the sanitarium to town.

- But the sanitarium's 40 miles away.

- Yep.

A person could work up quite
an appetite walking that far.

Flm? Flm!

Empty the garbage, it's
Friday, for Pete's sake.

Oh, and fix the chainsaw.

Mr. Daley wants to come by and pick it up.

Did you hear me?

I swear that boy has everything
broken in that garage.

Tim!

Hey, are you going to class?

- Yeah, as soon as I finish
taking out the garbage.

- Well, could you bring
your geography notes

'cause I need to copy them.

- Yeah, yeah.

Okay, well, see you later, babe.

Bye.

- All these chicks want
me for is my notes.

Well, they can note this.

Why do these frickin'
things break all the time?

Dammit.

Damn.

Okay, what gives?

David?

Is that you?

Look, you bastard, this isn't very funny.

Could you at least loosen the vice?

It's killing me.

Who the hell are you?

Hey, what are you doing?

What are you spreading papers for, huh?

Let me outta this, now!

I mean it!

If I get outta this,
I'm gonna kick your ass.

I'm talking to you, shithead.

You don't talk much.

Matter of fact, you don't
talk at all, do you?

Somebody let me out!

Somebody help me!

Someone fucking help me!

Let me go!

I guess you're not gonna kill me now, huh?

Please, please, god, no!

- To be or not to be,
that is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune,

or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

and by opposing, end them.

To die: To sleep no more,

and by a sleep to say we end

the heart-ache and the
thousand natural shocks.

- I wonder where Tim is.

He must have
gotten tied up or something.

- 'Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished.

To die, to sleep,

to sleep, perchance to dream.

Does anyone care to tell me what this part

of Hamlet refers to?

David, could you tell us?

David?

- Yes, ma'am?

- Would you tell us what the
last passage I read meant?

Um, no, ma'am.

- Could I see what you just wadded up?

- I'd prefer not to, ma'am.

I really don't think I should.

- Is this a picture of me, David?

No, ma'am.

- Well, it looks just like
me in a peculiar sort of way.

What is this big thing
between my legs, David?

- It's, it's just doodling.

- David, do you know what a
sexually satisfied woman says?

- No, ma'am.

- I didn't think so.

Now, can anyone tell me about the passage?

- She's gonna call me, I know it.

- Shut up.

- Gretchen, how 'bout you?

- Uh, I don't know.

- Oh, give it a try.

- Sometimes we must find our
fate, even if it means dying.

- That's the question he poses.

Is it worth it?

Is there anything you would die for,

which raises another interesting question:

Is there anything you would kill for?

Alright, class, we'll
conclude Hamlet next time.

Good bye.

Oh, Gretchen, you're such a nerd.

I know you are, but what am I?

Ow.

You know, I love you though.

Am I gonna see you all tonight?

Yeah, and make sure you bring

what you drew for Mrs. Parks.

Oh, do you want it
actual size or scaled down?

How about an enlargement?

I'll see what I can do.

- See you all.
- Bye.

- Remember when I said I knew Mrs. Parks

was gonna call on me?

- Yeah.

- Well, I mean, I knew
she was gonna do it.

I had this sinking feeling that
I really knew I was the one.

- Oh.

- Don't you ever get feelings like that?

- Only when I've done something wrong.

- I get feelings like that all the time.

I mean, I wonder if it's like
a sixth sense or something.

- If it is, I'm glad I don't have it.

Do you want a ride home?

- Yeah.

You shoulda gotten a little closer.

- Get out.

Hi, Ms. Davis.

- Hi, Gretchen.

- So, you're still staying
the weekend, right?

- Yeah, David's not gonna
like it, but that's okay.

- You gonna call Linda?

Yeah, I'll go call her right now

and see if she wants to come over.

Okay, I'll see you later.

- Okay, bye.
- Bye.

- Bud!

I wonder what he killed this time.

God, no wonder he doesn't mind drinking

out of the toilet bowl.

Alright, alright!

- Are you deaf?

- I was just doing
something in the kitchen.

- Mm!

What was that?

Dog food.

- Oh, I'm gonna throw up.

Serves you right.

What was in that stuff?

- Beef hearts, beef
tongue, pork snout, tripe,

and various other ingredients.

Oh, god.

- That's what you get
for being such a spaz

with the doorbell.

Bud!

Here, boy, I got some food for ya!

- Where is he?

- I don't know, he usually comes running.

I guess he's not hungry.

- From the taste of that
shit, I can see why.

- Hello?

- Hi, Gretchen, this is Linda.

Well, I'm gonna be a little late.

Linda, have you fed caisson yet?

- Mother, I'm on the phone!

Well, pardon me, your highness.

- I'm gonna be a little late.

I can't get a hold of Tim.

- Well, I thought he was
just gonna come over.

Well, that's just like him.

- Is he standing her up?
- Sh!

- What?

Don't worry.

- Well, don't be too late.

I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

I think she's having
problems with him again.

- That shithead.

Hey, mom, I'm
gonna go find Tim, okay?

- This shit is so boring.

- So where's Tim and Linda?

- I don't know.

They were supposed to be here by now.

- 10 bucks says he's out
playing hide the salami.

- Don't be so gross.

- Hey, so where's the pizza?

I'm starved here.

- I called over 45 minutes ago.

- So go call again.

Don't forget to
tell them to put extra cheese

on one of them.

- Hello, this is Gretchen Peters,

and I called, like, a long time ago,

and our pizza still isn't here.

Gretchen.

- Sh.

Okay.

Hey.

- Okay, bye.

- You forgot about the extra cheese.

- Well, I forgot.

They'll get it right.

God, finally.

Hm.

That's weird.

The pizza man just left these on the porch

and didn't even collect
any money for them.

- Well, maybe since he was
so late they were free.

- I guess.

Does anybody want anything else to drink?

- Yeah, get me another beer.

So what'd they end up sending?

- Looks like Canadian bacon and sausage,

and sausage.

Sausage?

We didn't order any sausage.

- Well, looks like sausage to me.

- It doesn't taste like
sausage, but it's good.

- Greg, stop it.

You sure?

- I mean it.

- Okay, alright.

Hey.

- David, you feel so good.

Ouch.

Let's go upstairs.

- We can't; I promised
Gretchen we wouldn't.

- You what?

- It's a long story.

Believe me, I wish we could.

- How 'bout my car?

- You keep forgetting, you have an mt.

- Not tonight; We
brought Greg's dad's car.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, hey, guys.

Looks like we're gonna have to break up

this little sex-for-all.

- Do you have to go?

- Yes, he has to go.

David and I are going varmint hunting

in the morning and he needs his sleep.

- Varmint hunting?

- Ground squirrels.

- Ground squirrels?

- Well, he says it's
supposed to be a lot of fun.

- Yeah.

That's too bad.

- Are you sure we need that much sleep?

- Get up, you sex puppy.

Comb your hair.

- Couldn't we put it off 'til next week?

- No way.

When we're out there plugging
those little critters tomorrow

you'll thank you.

- I'd rather plug something else.

Ow.

- Dead meat.

- This shit is as bad as the last one.

I think people in these horror movies

do such stupid things.

I mean, come on, if some creep

was following you around,

wouldn't you run over
to your neighbor's house

or something for help?

- It is pretty stupid.

- Next time, I pick the film.

Sh.

- What?

- I think I heard something on the porch.

Did you see that shadow?

- Yeah.

Maybe it was the guys.

- I don't think so.

What are you doing?

- What do you think I'm doing?

- Don't use that.

My mother would kill us
if we broke that one.

Here.

- You know, you're really incredible.

Our lives are at stake and
you're worried about your mom?

- Look, I don't know if
what's out there can kill us,

but my mother would, okay?

There's nobody out there.

What's that on the porch?

- I can't see anything; I
don't have my glasses on.

God, it's an ear.

- Maybe it's just one of those pranks.

- You pick it up.

- I think it's real!

Come on, let's get out of here.

- I'm calling the police.

Would you turn that damn thing off?

- You got it.

Hello, girls.

- Hi, sheriff.
- Hi, sheriff.

Now what's
all this about an ear?

Is this where you found it?

- Actually, it was a
little more to the right.

- She picked it up and
threw it when she realized

what it really was.

What makes
you so sure it's real?

- Isn't it?

- Well, could be.

We won't know 'til we get it to the lab.

Got any more body parts around here?

No, I don't think so.

- Gretchen

do you have any friends

that might kinda play this trick on you?

- No.

- No boyfriends?

Greg, maybe?

- He wouldn't do that, sheriff.

Besides, he was over here tonight.

- I bet he was.

Folks are out of town, right Gretchen?

Yes, sir.

-Anything unusual happen?

- Well, her dog was missing.

And when the pizza came,
the pizza man wasn't here.

- What's this about the pizza guy?

- Nothing, really.

It's just that our pizza was a hour late,

and when it got here, it was
just sitting on the porch.

The guy didn't stick around to collect.

- Just on the porch.

Yeah.

- Anything abnormal about the pizza?

- God, we didn't order sausage,

and it had something like sausage on it.

- Do you have any left?

- Yeah, a couple pieces.

- Could you get them for me?

So, you still dating David?

- Yeah, he was over last night.

- Four unchaperoned youngsters.

Boy, I'll tell ya.

- Here's the pizza.

- That don't look like sausage to me.

Either of you two girls know John radley?

- Briefly, as a kid.

We were kinda friends.

- He was creepy.

- Well, I'll take care of this
and get back to you later.

- Is that it?

- Yeah, get some sleep.

What a dick.

- You two are up late.

- Just having a late night snack.

Want some cake?

- No thanks.

- You still can't get to sleep?

My stomach's
really bothering me.

I think I ate too much pizza.

- Or too much alcohol.

- Yeah, right.

You want me to get you something?

- No thanks, I got it.

What are you two watching?

-An old cartoon.

- Oh, great.

- Are you sure I can't
get you something else?

Positive.

- You know, he shouldn't eat so much.

- Aw, he shouldn't get so shit-faced.

- You work here?

- I'm interning.

- For what?

- Mortician.

Oh, I don't get to do any of the fun stuff

until next month, embalming and stitching.

- Can you tell me where
Martha radley's grave is?

- This is it.

- Here?

What happened?

- Early this morning, about sunrise,

I saw this guy get up and
start walking out here.

I sleep in back.

I figured he was a jogger or something.

My eyesight's not too good.

- Ajogger?

- Yeah.

They use the cemetery roads all the time.

Guess it's tranquil.

I hate worms.

They can destroy a real good job.

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- When I was making my rounds,

I noticed this grave all messed up

like someone had been digging in it.

What I figured happened is this guy

used his hands to dig a hole in it,

sleep in last night.

- Were these on the grave?

- Yeah.

The guy was a little nutty, if you ask me.

I called the sheriff, but he said

he had more important
matters to attend to.

- Is that the grave marker?

- Yeah.

It's shattered to hell.

- You didn't happen to notice

which direction he was walking, did you?

- North.

Towards town.

- Thanks for the information,
I'll tell the sheriff.

- You know anyone who could
use a good taxidermist?

- No.

- See ya.

- It's just the bat.

I feel like shit.

- You look like shit.

- You want some breakfast?

- Anything but sausage.

- Bud!

Here, boy!

- Hey, do you want some cereal?

- No, I think I'm gonna try
and find something else.

- Do you think you ought
to call your parents?

- No, I don't know how to
get a hold of them, anyway.

Think we made the news last night?

I don't know,
I'll tell you in a second.

Is that what I think it is?

- Shit!

- What the hell are you doing in here?

Get your ass out here.

Bring whatever you got with you.

Now, what have we here?

You come up here often
to look at these things?

- Uh, well...

- Just answer me.

- Yes, sir.

- See anybody else up here?

- No, sir.

- What do you think your mom

would think of that right there?

I don't think she'd get
too turned on, do you?

Uh-uh.

Well, what do you think

I ought to do with you,
you little pervert?

- Sir, I know this is a
little out of the ordinary,

but could you give me
a break and let me off?

- You ever been in trouble before?

- No, sir.

- You think you could
quit playing with yourself

and go out with some real girls?

- Yeah.

- I'll let you go this once.

Now you get in there
and gather up that filth

and put it in the trunk of my car.

You heard me, let's get going.

I don't have all day.

- Shithead.

- Did I hear you say something?

- No, sir.

- I didn't think so.

- I've tried calling
David five times today.

His mom says he's not back from hunting.

- I wonder what's taking
the sheriff so long.

- Why do you think he
asked us about John radley?

- I don't know.

- I'm hungry,

but I'm not going back in that kitchen.

I don't care if that nose is real or not.

- You know, if all this
is a joke, it's a bad one.

- Who would pull something like this?

Sheriff chism?

Sheriff chism?

- Will you get over here?

What's your name, son?

- Ben.
- What's your last name?

- Uh, Dover, sir.

- Ben, I want you to stay out
of trouble, you understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Now get outta here.

Sheriff chism, come in.

- Ben Dover?

Hey, kid!

Hey!

Sheriff chism?

Will you answer this page?

Sheriff, I got better things to do with...

- Yes, Sally, what is it?

Finally!

I've been trying to reach
you for the last 20 minutes!

- Yes, Sally, what is it?

Gretchen Peters
called and she's real nervous.

She said something about finding

a nose in her newspaper this morning.

- Did she find anything else?

I don't think so.

You think it has anything
to do with radley?

- You know, I think...
- Can't talk right now.

I'm going over to the Peters' place.

Over and out.

Well, 10-4.

- It's over there.

- Who opened the newspaper?

I did.

- Did anybody touch it?

No.

- That is some nosebleed, huh?

We'll just pack it up
and have it checked out.

Nothing more we can do.

- Sheriff, what is going on?

- Have you been able to
get a hold of your parents?

No, they're
supposed to call me later.

- How 'bout you?

No, I know
they'll make me come home.

- I want both of you
to stay here all night

so I can keep you under surveillance.

I'll keep a car posted outside.

- Have they figured anything out yet?

- Look, girls, don't worry.

This is probably all just
one big practical joke.

That ear was real,

and I suspect probably that nose is, too.

The lab believes the sausage
on the pizza was human,

but it was cooked, and
they can't be certain.

- He's out there, then,

waiting.

- Waiting?

- To kill the rest of the kids.

- We don't know they're dead, yet.

- What more do you want?

- Some bodies.

All we have right now
are some severed parts.

There's still a slim
chance they may be alive.

- He's cognizant enough to come back here

and find those kids.

And then most of them have moved.

He seems to be offering
those parts to a girl.

I might still be able to reason with him.

What's that?

- Nothing

did you tell the girls?

- No, I told them this was
all just a practical joke.

- Why did you do that?

They need to know.

- I've got them under surveillance.

I don't think there's any need for them

to be any more nervous
than they already are.

- Then where are the other kids?

- I don't know.

Do you have his file handy?

- Be my guest.

I do know they're not at the radley house.

I went up there myself this afternoon.

- What about the well?

I sent my deputy over there

to drive through that area.

He didn't notice anything unusual.

- There seems to be a strange connection

between what he's doing
and what happened to him.

I think I'll ride out there
and have a look for myself.

- Tonight?
- Tonight.

Can I take this?

- Sure.

- Thanks, sheriff.

- After I finish this paperwork

and run by the lab,
I'll drive on out there.

Good luck.

- Come on!

Jesus!

Oh, my god.

John?

John?

John, wait.

I want to help.

You need help.

What do you want?

You want this?

Okay.

I was at your mother's grave today.

I know all about you.

You really did love
your mother, didn't you?

It was that blow to your head

that has made your thinking unclear.

I can help with that.

I can.

No!

- Howdy, howdy.

Uh, ma'am, ma'am, my name's buddy.

Well, sheriff chism, he said
that I should come on over here

because he thought you girls
might be in some trouble.

Are you girls in any trouble.

- No, no, no.

- Oh, oh, okay.

Well, if you should get in any trouble,

you just call me, okay?

I'll be in that police car
there, across the street.

You just holler on out, buddy,
and I'll come a-running,

jump out all over over yourselves, okay?

- Okay.
- Thanks.

- Alright.
- Bye.

Alright, now don't forget now: Buddy.

Just yell, buddy, I'll
come a-running, alright?

Bye!

- I feel real safe.

- What a pinhead.

- This is a real long-shot.

Son of a bitch.

Our boy's been busy.

Shit.

Sally?

Sally?

Yeah, sheriff?

- I'm over at the well site.

423 archwood drive.

Send a car over here.

Get a hold of the coroner and
have him send out the hearse.

Call the hospital and see if
they can bring an ambulance.

You're not hurt, are you?

- No, we're gonna have to transport a lot

of bodies to the morgue.

Bodies?

- Seems as though radley was a
little busier than I thought.

Oh, my god.

- Get a hold of the fire boys

and see if they can get
out here with some rope,

something to get down a well.

Yes, sir.

- Can you do that and keep a lid on it?

Yes, sir.

- I mean nobody hears this time.

Don't worry,
you can count on me.

- Hail buddy for me, I gotta talk to him.

- Yo, sheriff.

Listen, keep a
close eye on those girls.

They're in real danger.

- Aw, shoot, sheriff,
hell, I'm on those girls

like stink on a skunk.

Ain't nothing gonna happen to them

while deputy sheriff
buddy Logan's on the job.

Just make sure of
that, buddy, and be careful.

10-4 - yeah, 10-4.

A five-letter word for extinction.

Huh.

A five-letter word for extinction.

Well, hell, I don't know what that is.

- Where are David and Greg?

- God.

Tim and Linda are still missing.

- I hate to do this to
you, but I'm splitting.

- What?

You can't.

- Well, like, I didn't know when I

was spending the weekend with you

that I was also taking an anatomy class.

- I can't stay here by myself.

You can't do this to me.

- Okay, but if anything else shows up here

resembling an appendage, I'm history.

- Okay, okay, calm down.

Oh, god.

Now what?

- Remember the other day in class

when I told you I knew I
was gonna be called on?

Yeah.

- Well, I feel the same way right now.

- Great.

Don't be spooky.

You're starting to scare me.

- Look I'm not kidding.

- Will you come on?

Nothing's gonna happen.

- I'm scared, okay?

- Shit.

I knew I shoulda left
when I had the chance.

- What are we gonna do now?

- Come on, let's go get
the cop's attention.

- Help us!
- Help!

- Hey!
- Over here, hey!

- Come on!
- He doesn't see us.

- What is he doing?
- I don't know.

You can't open the door!

- Well, then I'm gonna call the police.

There's no dial tone.

Oh, god.

- Damn.

That's my phone, I'm gonna go get it.

- I'm coming with you.

- No, we've gotta know if he gets in.

- Oh, fucking great!

I'll be right back down.

- I'll be in the living room.

- Hello?

- Hello, it's your mom!

We're in Hawaii!

- Shit, get off the phone!

- That's no way to talk
to your mom, young lady.

Why, if you even dare to talk to

she hung up the phone.

Hello, you have reached...

- God, help, this is Gretchen Peters...

The 9-1-1 emergency number.

All our lines are busy.

Don't hang up.

Please hold and we will answer your call

in the order it was received.

- Shit.

- Come on.

Officer Smith, can I help you?

- I've got someone trying to kill me.

Could you please send someone to...

Damn!

Kacy?

Kacy?

Kacy?

Come on!

Help me! Help me!

Oh, god.

Stop!

I mean it, stop or I'll shoot, John.

Oh, god.

Shit!

Mrs. Davis?

Mrs. Davis!

Mrs. Davis?

Sheriff, sheriff, it's John,
he's trying to kill me.

- I know, I know.

He killed kacy and Ms. Davis.

- John, stop!

- Shoot him!

Shoot him!

- Love.