Original subtitles

Bugger.

Oh, sorry dear.

Here, Timothy.

Tim.

You know I don't like being called Timothy.

Sorry Timmy.

Tim.

Just roll the dice, Tim.

I'm FaceTiming Katrina in a bit.

I don't even like this game.

What?

What?

Ooh well done, Tim. You got a Bing Bong.

No, not yet he hasn't.

What's that then?

No that's not a Bing Bong.

He hasn't said the word.

- Said what? - Bing Bong.

Timmy, you have to say the words...

it's in the rules.

Son!

Bing Bong.

Oh, you're so fast.

Well done Timmy, well done.

- Tim. - Yes, well done.

This is so far beyond boring.

So, is that it?

Sorry darling? I er... I'm not quite sure.

The game George, is that it for the game?

Clockwise now.

They're coming to get you, Barbara.

You have one minute precisely.

Lateness is not tolerated here.

Sorry. I'm coming.

Now!

What are my knickers...

and this doing in his bedroom?

Oh, Tim.

I didn't put them there.

Well they were under your bed.

Mum.

Honest.

It's a misunderstanding.

Really.

Well there must have been another misunderstanding recently.

They're still sticky.

He's been having a wan--

Kim. Sandra. Tim.

I think we need to talk.

Tim. Did you take something out of Kim's bedroom?

- No. - Liar. I know what you've been doing.

What? What have I been doing? What?

You really think that I crept into your bedroom while you was fast asleep,

sprayed perfume on your knickers and then whacked one off into them?

Really? You're mental.

Totally mental.

I think maybe Timmy, you should go upstairs to your room.

No. I'm eighteen.

You can't just send me to my room.

Everybody, hands in the air

or some get very hurt.

Everybody do now, or someone get this.

Do what they ask!

Tim! Oh please don't hurt him!

Get down bitch woman. Everybody on the floor.

I am Burt Reynolds. This is...

I'm er not. I am Barry.

So... you are probably wondering why, yes?

Why is Burt and Barry coming into my house?

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo.

You, up. Let's go.

You. Mr Big Man.

You are Big Man, Yes?

Biggest man.

I want something. Very valuable to me.

- Our jewellery is upstairs. - Shut up! You cow bitch.

- Your Big Man. You love him? - Yes.

You love him if I blow big hole through here?

Or... through here?

- Or through here? - Hey!

This gun make very big hole.

Bigger hole than Vlad's.

- You bastard! - What? It is.

Oh, sorry, sorry. I mean to say Barry.

Vlad is someone else. I knew... once.

What my partner is trying to say,

and he struggle, because he backward

so it's not his fault.

We want something. Okay?

And you are going to help get it for us.

You do as we say. And he lives.

And you get to play your...

- Dimitry! - What?

They have Bing Bong.

We talk. You, me. After this. Long talk.

- Please... - You have nothing to say, Mr Big Man.

We do talking. Now, we all calm?

Ladies, as you know, the highest quality service

is expected from you for the duration of our contract.

Your allotted patients expect the real thing.

No smirking, laughing or mockery of any kind is tolerated.

AS soon as we enter this room you are nursey...

to some of the most influential men on the planet.

Discretion is of priority, and as such...

no one should have been informed of your whereabouts...

and alibi's should have been fabricated and expressed.

Should you not have relayed your cover story regarding...

your whereabouts. Please speak now.

We have errand for you.

Yes. Fool's errand.

Quiet Vlad!

Barry.

Barry will give you directions and key.

It is big house. You will get in easy.

If you are careful.

You have diagram of house, and how to get in.

Key will open door.

Nice drawing show you which room go to.

In room there is box. It has label "Administration B" on top of box.

This is what you want. You bring it back and give to us.

We leave, we don't kill Big Man.

Everybody play Bing Bong. Everybody happy.

What if we... What if we get caught?

What you think will happen big tough girly boy? He will die.

Then we come for you.

Why us?

Why not?

So. We all clear on what we do?

You have three hours to bring us what we want.

After that...

Daddy go to sleep.

Come back soon.

Don't be bastard.

We have made big mistake, Vladimir.

What we gonna do?

We should do what they say. And get back for your dad.

Which way on the map, Tim?

Tim!

Erm.

Left.

Not yet.

We should stop and tell someone.

Yeah. It's left in a bit.

Can we agree the terms have been fulfilled,

and the forms filled?

Yes.

Excellent.

The guests will soil themselves. They will need changing frequently.

They will require feeds, they will have tantrums.

You will handle all of these matters precisely, as you would an infant.

Should any problems arise, and you cannot locate me

Clinton here, will address the situation.

She is deputy in command and should be served the appropriate respect.

Ok dear?

Follow me!

Oh splendid, Margaret.

You've excelled yourself this time.

Outstanding, wouldn't you say gentlemen?

[mumbled agreement]

- Where's the cream cracker? - Good point.

Margaret, is she working tonight?

- Clinton? She was here a minute ago. - Yes, Miss.

Will you stop doing that?

To your chair, please.

So, without further ado. Gentlemen, take your seats.

Most certainly will.

Yes, put that on.

And Tony. No mess this time please. That room is still cordoned off.

Peggy.

I stated it very clearly, Vlad. Just take Tim.

Mr Big Man.

The message you send me, said all of them.

It never said Tim. Who the hell "Tim"?

I'm getting weary of this Vlad. Here, I'll prove it.

Right.

Make sure when you get here you send them. Only them.

Oh dear.

Predictive pissing text!

It was supposed to say only Tim.

Oh fuck!

Slow down a bit.

We only have so much time, Tim. I have to drive fast.

Are you okay back there, Kim? It'll be alright.

Is that a... a police car?

If you're thinking of doing what I think you are... please don't.

Mum, if you tell the police, George is gonna die.

Shit.

Okay.

Plan B.

Let's see if the old magic's still there.

Hello officer.

I'm so sorry, my feet slipped on the pedals.

Can I see your driving license please?

Am I in trouble?

License please, if you will.

Oh. You're right. I'll just get it for you.

Just a deep breath into this if you will please.

Stop.

We're screwed.

We're not screwed.

- Okay. We're fucked. - Kim.

- Look. I'll fix this. - You can't fix this.

Kim, I'll fix this.

Just... please, give me a bit of credence here, okay?

Just need to think.

Think! Think! Think! Think!

This is what I have been trying to tell. We do what you say.

We are professional.

Highly skilled.

No mistake.

Christ. Where are they now?

Where you think? On way to Manor House on paper.

God! This is their fault. It's not mine.

You can put that down.

This? Give me cigarette Vlad.

No. You don't even smoke.

Fine. Vladimir, show him what I talk about.

You think I would put loaded gun in your face?

Is cigarette lighter.

No no no no no.

Fine. Light cigarette.

Is good imitation, yes?

Phone number?

It's a fine, ma'm.

And you're lucky I don't arrest you for dangerous driving.

And as for your attempts at perverting the course of justice well,

I won't mention those, because they were quite frankly shameful.

I suggest you go home, and you take stock of yourself and your family.

Yes. Sorry officer.

How do I explain all of this?

I mean, one simple plan.

How can it be messed up so badly?

I.

It never happened before, like this.

Never.

Well once.

But that was... not me.

That Vlad was just creepy.

A bit like you, Tim.

Kim, I didn't...

- I just didn't do it. I was-- - It's not on really.

What you may or may not have done.

But let's face it. Probably did.

I didn't.

It doesn't matter. Just forget about it.

It was a good likeness though.

The drawing. Almost flattering.

Almost.

Kind of cute.

In a really...

twisted sort of way.

Did you... did you mean that?

About my drawing?

Yeah.

Maybe.

Maybe you can draw me properly?

You know... Fully clothed.

Yeah...

I mean... sure.

Nurses. You have had your briefing.

You all know what is expected of you.

Do not let too much air get on their bits.

The slightest draft can create serious problems at changing time.

There will be no breaks from now until precisely 3 a.m.

Once feeding commences,

do not be alarmed by some physical changes the Adult Babies may display.

These are perfectly normal.

Do not be too perturbed by their physical appearances.

Now, do we have any questions?

Sorry... erm...

toilet breaks? Cigarette breaks?

Stop!

The Adult Baby supervision is constant.

These are very important and powerful people, Barbara.

It is imperative that we follow protocol, and tend to their whims and needs at all times.

Is that clear, Barbara?

Yes, Miss.

Very well. Ladies.

If you will, please.

Pip pip.

Oh Jesus, no.

Soon. Soon.

I think it best if you two wait here.

Keep a look out.

Mum. No chance. I'm coming with you.

Sshh, you have to be quiet.

It's George's life at stake.

Please Tim, just...

do as I ask.

Look after Kim.

I won't be long. I know where I'm going.

If you see anybody, hide.

Don't... ruin this Tim. Please.

What if you get caught?

Here.

You're in charge of the car.

Don't worry, I'll be okay.

Oh, it's... it's ok.

Here. Here's your bear.

It's Clive. Clive the bear. Oh, ok.

Hug hug.

[grunting and farting]

Oh... ok.

Sorry.

It's his first one. I'm new.

Are they all supposed to look like this?

Ohhhh.

- Who are you? -Terr...

How did you get in?

Are you a reserve?

Yes. Ah. Ah.

You're late. You should never be late! Get changed immediately.

Room 24B. Your uniform is hanging. Chop chop.

This way, you blithering idiot.

George? You're not allowed here anymore.

What are you up to?

This is David. He needs your extra care and attention.

He is due a change. Dirties in the basket marked 'Bank'.

As you were.

What can you see?

A nurse.

Must be some kind of hospital.

Why would they want something from a hospital?

I don't know.

I'm gonna have a quick look around.

You wait here.

Tim.

I'll be five minutes. Don't worry.

It's a hospital. The worst that could happen is I get thrown out.

Just... wait here.

Hiya. Just start tonight as well?

Yeah.

Hello David.

You're a... big... boy... thingie.

That's enough of that.

What is...

I have no idea.

Some... reaction to the therapy?

The milk?

They said it might happen, but I have never seen anything like it either.

Oh, good band by the way.

Huh?

Evil Blizzard.

Yeah.

I saw them at the uni.

Yeah yeah yeah, I was there.

It was a good gig.

Yeah.

I was the one that got thrown off stage by security when erm...

when they played...

Tongue Cushion!

I remember you now. Those security guards were complete arseholes.

Oh! He likes you.

Crap. Sorry. Hang on.

Oh God.

Don't know many Evil Blizzard fans.

Be nice to go along with someone at the next show.

I was Billy no-mates at the last one.

Well it was nice to meet you.

It's Timmy. Tim.

I'm Barbara.

- I'd better... - Yeah.

Well, Tim. Erm I hope...

we meet again. Maybe the next gig, or...

next time you want to take my crap.

What?

- The... - Oh yeah.

Erm well... I'll see you soon I hope.

Too. As well.

Bye.

Bye.

Bing Bong.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I was lost.

I'm sorry.

What are you holding?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Really?

You're not a reserve are you?

Yes, I am. I... swear.

Most odd.

Who do you work for?

What, I don't. I mean...

The council.

But it was only supposed to be a temporary job so I...

Don't take the piss.

Who do you work for?

I won't ask again.

Tim.

Is that a bag of shitty nappies?

Oh. Yeah.

I had to pretend I work here.

It's some sort of weird clinic. There's this bizarre pig thing.

It's weird.

- Pig thing? - Yeah.

What's that?

What this?

Who's Barbara?

You will tell me.

Just depends on how hard you want to make it for yourself, my dear.

What are you going to do with that little prick ?

Kim.

Wait.

- Mum! - Oh my God!

I thought I told you two to wait outside.

Help me.

- Dad. - What?

George.

You filth--

- Mum. - Tim.

It's my mum.

[screams]

SHUT UP!

Clinton, could you remove my axe please.

Remember you're duties. That is all that matters.

There is nothing to see here. Get back to your rooms.

Get the Adult Babies into recovery position immediately, please.

You still have a job to do.

We have intruders.

Can you hear me?

Have we?

Yes. Didn't you see them enter?

No.

Were you watching pornography again?

No.

It's digitally logged every time you switch channel you know.

Is it?

Clinton and I had to get rid of one intruder, but there are at least two more.

We need to bring them out. They'll enjoy a good hunt.

I believe we've got just about everything we needed.

And Sterculius will be getting hungry.

And the staff? The nurses?

I will dispense with the staff.

Clinton's going to make them a nice hot cup of tea, and they will all go to sleep.

Very well.

And try not to let Clinton do those things with the bodies.

Fine. Whatever.

It will be clean.

They will drink, they will die. We will dispense.

No such guarantees for the intruders though, I'm afraid.

- George? - Huh? Ahh. Timothy.

Kim! My darling, you're okay.

You're my angel, did I ever tell you that?

Daddy was so worried.

Dad, you're drunk.

What? No Kim, no... no... no...

Just... a little drop of whisky.

Oh God.

[laughs]

[moans of relief]

Get off! Get off! Get off! I'll throw. Send Timothy.

Send that little shit, eh?

Send that little hateful useless bastard, eh?

Come on, this way!

He thinks the world of you.

Thank you for your services. Your payment is coming.

Apologies for the incident. It's all taken care of now.

Cup of tea? Please drink it.

Adult Babies to the sitting room for re-progression.

Thank you.

Thank you for your services. Your payment is coming.

Apologies for the incident. It's all taken care of now.

Cup of tea? Please drink it.

Adult Babies to the sitting room for re-progression.

Thank. You.

...And then Billy Badger scampered all the way home for a delicious bowl of stea--

Hello.

Thank you for your services. Your payment is coming.

Apologies for the incident. It's all taken care of now.

Cup of tea?

Oh, thank you.

Please drink it.

Adult Babies to the sitting room for re-progression.

Thank you.

Here we are.

There's a secret way through here somewhere.

- Dad, stop! - No time, dear.

Dad.

Sandra's dead.

They killed her.

How?

Don't hurt me, I beg of you.

I am but a harmless old man.

You're a fucking monster.

No more or less than you, old chap.

You bastard.

Why didn't you just let me leave?

Dad, what's happening?

Leave?

Come on George.

You know you love it.

We all love it.

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, I dare alright, you bastard.

- You did this. - I didn't do it.

You did it.

Bringing your family.

You know the consequences.

- What is he talking about? - Nothing.

Nothing, George?

Why don't you try being a little bit more honest.

Them coming here sealed their fate.

Don't listen to him.

Dad, we saw the file.

We saw your file.

Oh Christ.

Don't drink the tea.

It doesn't matter.

Who were those men at the house?

With the guns?

- Do they work here too? - Certainly not!

They wouldn't get through the front fucking gates. Them--

Go on, George.

Do tell.

I'm sorry.

I hired them.

It was stupid, I knew I shouldn't have.

I only hired them to send you, Timothy.

And I'm sorry about that.

But there was this terrible mix-up, and they sent you all.

It was innocent.

That thing.

That thing in the basement produces something.

It was all wrong, and all those poor nurses.

I met your mum.

Fell in love, and I wanted to live a normal life.

Away from this insanity.

That's why I wanted the file.

I'm a terrible coward, Timothy.

I wanted out, and I needed the file.

That 'thing' put a roof over your head.

That "thing" took you places.

Unlocked doors.

Made the ruling class what it is today.

And you, dear boy.

You walked into certain death coming here.

To risk the life of one of his...

his own family.

And I am the abomination?

Bastard! You...

You killed my mum.

To end! It has to end!

Tim, do something. Make him stop!

You killed my mum!

Tim! Dad!

B... b... buckets.

B... baby. B... b... baby.

Mamma. Mamma. Want me mum.

Miss... I don't feel very well.

Oh well, back to your room then.

Have a lie down.

You'll be going soon.

Welcome friends. Welcome as we travel forward.

Reclaim my friends. Reclaim.

Travel through your years.

You are a youth.

Your school, your parents, your friends.

They are with you in memory.

Reclaim.

Travel forward, friends.

You are discovering changes in your body.

Strange feelings in your loin.

Reclaim my friends, memories of pleasures of the flesh.

You are big and strong. You like money. You want money.

Remember. You are money.

Reclaim my friends. Reclaim.

Reclaim my friends. Reclaim.

Reclaim. Reclaim.

Stop it. Stop it!

Get up. Pack it in!

God.

Pack it in the pair of you.

I don't know what shit you've been up to,

but I don't want to lose either of you.

Now what is this place?

And who is he?

Where is he?

Margaret!

They're in here!

They're in here! Margaret!

[radio static]

Clinton...

Be a dear and fetch my chainsaw.

Yes, Miss.

Ooh!

And perhaps a knife or two.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Come quickly! The intruders!

They're all in here!

Oh, blow!

[name bleeped]

Sole heir to a trillion-dollar-plus gold stockpile, and evil bastard.

It's not about the money anymore, George.

The power. Always the power.

Gold, as a stepping stone.

Don't you like it child?

He drank too milk much. Got greedy.

- Fuck! - Language, Timothy.

They're coming this way.

Oh fuck.

George. What are you doing?

- What are you doing? - I'm blocking the door, sweetheart.

Oh, George!

She's coming.

She's got a chainsaw.

Yeah, I know. I'll put the brake on.

- Where is it? - Where's what?

The gun. I know you.

You wouldn't be here without more protection.

Move me, I'll tell you. Move me first.

Nope, tell me first. Or I kill her, then I'll move you.

It's under my seat.

Tim, watch him.

That's not it, George.

Well it could have been a snub nosed pistol.

Drat.

Got it! Give me the key.

They've gone.

Does anyone else need changing?

What's the matter? What's the matter?

Nurse!

But we aren't meant to look like this, David.

When we come through, we're not meant to look like this.

Do you think we overdid it?

Drank too much?

No, no. Takes decades for permanency.

Hello dear. This is a most unexpected pleasure.

Come in.

Don't be scared. That's it.

Now.

Maybe you could explain to my associates and I...

what this is all about.

Hey?

Murderer!

She's killed the health minister!

Oh, well. That's a game changer, murder.

I mean we can get always get another health minister.

I didn't like him anyway, but er... murder is murder.

- No! - Have we got a judge in tonight?

Aye.

Ah... well brother, the charge is murder...

- and the verdict is... - [all] Guilty!

What do you say for the sentence?

Two weeks community service.

What?

Only joking. Ha ha.

- Death. - No!

Yeah, by any means available!

Get her in there, lads.

No! No!

I can tolerate murder, that's one thing.

But for me, and it might sound peculiar...

What really gets my goat is poor service.

Oh yes, a slipping in standards.

It's a shitty way to go, and it's not bloody British.

Look, Timmy.

It's Tim! For Christ's sake, it's Tim!

Tim, sorry. Tim. I truly am sorry, Tim.

But let's not forget the key issue here.

Family.

You killed our fucking family, you bastard!

You and your fucking freakshow, you fucking dickhead!

Park.

Tim, Tim! Get off. Get off!

Stop it!

Missed... Both me legs.

Margaret.

Tim.

I know he's a shit...

but he's my dad, and I love him.

And dad,

you need to start treating Tim with a bit more respect.

Because like it or not,

I like him.

More than I thought I did.

Okay. Kim...

I can assure you there is a book out there,

on how wrong that is, on so so many levels.

But I can also assure you,

now... we have no gun.

We really, really need to go.

What a bloody mess.

Margaret, next time we get private security.

She's useless. Even agency would be better.

Right, let the hunt begin.

You cock.

Okay, I've got an idea. It's a long shot, but...

We need to get to the kitchen.

Inlinallarraker airimallarraker intintallarraker...

ambam puss, Irri Irri Jumping Jacobbies.

What happened?

Well, it wasn't us.

Where are they now?

Downstairs corridor, west wing.

Right!

Let's get this done, and call in the cleaners.

- Wheren Effembie. - Right.

Buckets. B... b... buckets.

Right.

What is it?

This my dear, is Hyper Lax.

Military grade laxative.

Enough here to put a nation the size of Glasgow on its arse.

We have the liquid, and the gas.

- Why? - To increase the yield.

Right, come on. I'll tell you on the way.

They're heading back.

Tim.

Oh, it stinks in here.

What do you expect. The food's shit.

Literally. And that's what's on the menu.

The reason for all of this. It needs to stop.

When it gobbles this down...

The shit will hit the fan.

Will this do it?

During regression to infancy,

we're given the most minuscule quantities of this

to maximise production, speed up delivery of its feed.

A tiny drop of this...

will bring a tear to the eye.

George.

What are you doing?

David... hello.

Cut the shit, George.

What are you doing with the feed?

Get out of here, it's gonna get messy.

Margaret, Clinton...

Keep the children quiet a minute, will you?

George and I have something to discuss.

My pleasure.

I'm gonna fight you George, but I warn you...

It'll never be a fair fight.

Bullingdon rules?

That's right old boy, you know the crack.

Lucky shot.

You think so? How do you account for this?

You bastard, you.

What do you think of these apples?

Dave!

I think you broke it.

Now I'm gonna break you, like an inner city social worker.

You're very good.

I get better.

Thank you.

David!

I'm going to cut you worse than a state pension, George.

It's ok.

I'm ok.

I'll get the rest of them.

Just help me out of here.

God.

I don't think they're meant to be there.

Oh dad, don't. Put it down!

look at me.

I'm going, one way or another.

This is my chance. Redemption.

I have to regain my honour.

For Sandra. For Tim, for you.

For the constituency.

I've not got much time, Kim. Pass me the canister.

What are you gonna do?

Get the key for the basement door,

and the hard drive from the control room.

It's got the... last 72 hours of security footage on it.

It's plugged in at the back of the desk.

The key is now deep in [beeped] stomach.

It's a pale veiny sac.

Looks a bit like this.

Who are they?

It's a cabal.

A secret society.

So you're not just like kinky Masons?

No no no. It's more than that.

[beeped] had claim to an empire built on shit.

Now his heirs own it.

An empire with tendrils stretching far and wide,

but they can always be stretched farther and wider.

And that is what they thirst

Wealth is nothing if there is nothing.

No one left to buy. Power is everything.

And wars aren't cheap.

But with an endless supply of gold, everything is achievable.

It's been in his family for generations, that thing.

Lactating its milk. Feeding on the filth of the elite.

In turn, it dips golden nuggets the size of a professional jockey.

So you drink its milk, turn into pig things,

shit into nappies and then feed it back to it, which this thing then produces gold from its...

Bottom. Yeah.

Unbelievable I know.

It's old. So very old. And it's always been there.

So why do you all act like babies?

Tradition?

Look, get some of that stuff and help me strap this in.

And then... Let's avenge your mother.

I trust you, dad.

This cloth...

smells like poo.

Oh God, it is poo.

Have I got any on me?

No. No.

No, you look fine.

Got you now, George.

No worming your way out of this one, old chap.

Any last words, you old scoundrel?

You're gonna need a bigger nappy.

I know that smell.

It's Hyper Lax.

What have you done?

You mad bastard, what the hell fire have you done?

Sorry Jeremy. Parliament needed a reshuffle.

Actually, I think I'm okay.

No.

Dad! Dad! Dad!

Right, Kim. You get the key, I'll get the hard drive.

Why can't I get the hard drive?

Well, coz...

Your dad showed you what you're looking for and...

I wasn't really listening.

Come on, we're running out of time.

I've got it.

I can still smell it.

Let's just go.

Can you hear that?

It's trying to speak.

It's trying to tell me something.

- Get away from it. - No no no.

It's trying to show me.

It's trying.

Hello Tim. You're quite safe.

What?

- Where am I? - You are in an alternate plane.

An existence well beyond your awareness.

- Why? - Because.

Because it is easier to communicate in this way.

- Who... who? - I have many names.

I come from another state of being, Tim. I am eternal. I am a God.

Great.

I am revered by many, but they are the shackles of my physical state.

With these hands I have built pyramids,

I have carved arks, flattened mountains. Constructed cathedrals and temples.

All at the behest of humanity.

And you repay me.

Locked in walls deep in the earth.

Fed your excrement.

I'm sorry.

My misery is a pittance to pay for the army I will command.

A great army of, as you call my kind, Sterculius.

The God of Excrement.

The nuggets I secrete, which your kind harvest with glee...

they are my eggs, my children.

And their time is near.

Hang on. There's a God of Poo?

Yeah. You can look it up.

Why are you telling me this?

Well, who would believe you?

Now, let me understand you.

Well I am Tim.

I go to college, my step sister is--

No Tim. You just need to open up your mind to me, and I can see for myself.

Read my mind?

Erm... in a way Tim, yes.

He wants to read my mind.

What if he sees everything?

Like, you know...

Everything.

Tim you dick, he's reading my mind now!

No, Tim, I aren't. I promise you.

I didn't say anything.

Yes, you did Tim.

Stop thinking, Tim.

You can't stop me, Tim. Join me.

Come to me.

Am I still inside his head?

Come back to me, Tim.

Lax. Go on, eat it.

Eat it.

Eat the nice...

juicy...

burger.

You're frightening me.

Arghhh!

Arghhh!

Arghhh!

[Kate] Tim... Tim! You're hallucinating.

Come back. We need to go now.

I've done it. I'll do anything.

Thank you. Thank you.

I thought you were...

I was so scared, Tim.

Tim. It's working!

What was that?

Tim, you need to put your foot down.

What... what is it?

Tim, you need to go much faster.

It's coming!

Timmy!

I'm sorry Kim. I really tried!

Bugger!