[dramatic atmospheric music]
¶ ¶
[punching sounds]
[heavy rock music]
- ¶ THIS IS MY LAST RESORT ¶
¶ ¶
¶ CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES ¶
¶ I'VE REACHED MY LAST RESORT ¶
¶ SUFFOCATION, NO BREATHING ¶
¶ DON'T GIVE A [...] ¶
¶ IF I CUT MY ARM BLEEDING ¶
¶ DO YOU EVEN CARE IF I DIE BLEEDING ¶
¶ WOULD IT BE WRONG, WOULD IT BE RIGHT ¶
¶ IF I TOOK MY LIFE TONIGHT ¶
¶ CHANCES ARE THAT I MIGHT ¶
- [shouting in foreign language]
SHI-JAK!
- ¶ 'CAUSE I'M LOSING MY SIGHT ¶
¶ LOSING MY MIND ¶
¶ WISH SOMEBODY ¶
¶ WOULD TELL ME I'M FINE ¶
¶ LOSING MY SIGHT ¶
¶ LOSING MY MIND ¶
¶ WISH SOMEBODY WOULD TELL-- ¶
- KYONG-GO!
- ¶ I NEVER REALIZED I WAS SPREAD TOO THIN ¶
¶ TILL IT WAS TOO LATE ¶
¶ AND I WAS EMPTY WITHIN ¶
¶ HUNGRY, FEEDING ON CHAOS AND LIVING IN SIN ¶
¶ DOWNWARD SPIRAL, WHERE DO I BEGIN ¶
¶ IT ALL STARTED WHEN I LOST MY MOTHER ¶
¶ NO LOVE FOR MYSELF ¶
¶ AND NO LOVE FOR ANOTHER ¶
¶ SEARCHING TO FIND A LOVE UP ON A HIGHER LEVEL ¶
¶ FINDING BUT NOTHING BUT QUESTIONS AND DEVILS ¶
¶ 'CAUSE I'M LOSING MY SIGHT ¶
¶ LOSING MY MIND ¶
¶ WISH SOMEBODY WOULD TELL ME I'M FINE ¶
¶ LOSING MY SIGHT ¶
¶ LOSING MY MIND ¶
¶ WISH SOMEBODY WOULD TELL ME I'M FINE ¶
¶ NOTHING'S ALL RIGHT ¶
¶ NOTHING IS FINE ¶
¶ I'M RUNNING AND I'M CRYING ¶
¶ I'M CRYING ¶
- WINNER, HONG!
[crowd cheering]
[shouting in foreign language]
[heavy rock music]
¶ ¶
[crowd shouting]
- SHI-JAK!
- ¶ SUFFOCATION, NO BREATHING ¶
¶ DON'T GIVE A [...] IF I CUT MY ARM BLEEDING ¶
¶ WOULD IT BE WRONG, WOULD IT BE RIGHT ¶
- HONG!
[laughter]
[heavy thuds]
[shouts in foreign language]
- ¶ LOSING MY SIGHT ¶
¶ LOSING MY MIND ¶
¶ WISH SOMEBODY WOULD TELL ME I'M FINE ¶
[crowd cheering]
- ¶ NOTHING'S ALL RIGHT ¶
- COME ON, JULIAN!
[heavy thuds]
[crowd cheering]
- ¶ I CAN'T GO ON ¶
- COME ON, JULIAN.
- WHAT?
[heavy rock music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ RIGHT! ¶
- YOU ALL RIGHT?
- YEAH, HE'S GONNA BE FINE.
STANDING UP.
REFEREE'S DECISION...
WINNER, CHUNG!
[crowd cheering]
- [laughs]
- I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT.
- HEY!
- THANKS, YOU GUYS.
LOGAN.
- IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER IF I'D SEEN SOME BLOOD,
BUT YOU KNOW...
- AH, YOU...
- SHH, SHH.
- WELL FOUGHT, JULIAN.
- THANKS, COACH.
- KEEP YOUR FOCUS.
NO DISTRACTIONS.
RIGHT?
THE FINALS ARE AT THE END OF THE WEEK.
- GOT IT.
- REMEMBER...
WE TRAINED LONG AND HARD FOR THIS.
- SURE THING, COACH.
- MATE, TAKE A CHILL PILL.
- YEAH, INSTEAD OF STEROIDS.
[laughter]
- I ALMOST GOT TO SEE SOME BLOOD.
- LOGAN.
- SO WHO'S UP FOR A BEER, THEN, HUH?
- YES. - LET'S DO IT.
- YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
- THAT'S GOOD.
[laid-back rock music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ LORD, TAKE ME AWAY ¶
¶ ¶
- HEY. - HEY.
- AH. - YOU TRICKSTER, YOU.
[laughter]
CHEERS, GUYS. - CHEERS.
- AH, MATE, LIFE CAN BE CRUEL.
- TELL ME ABOUT IT.
- LET'S CHECK OUT THE BAND, GUYS.
- MM.
I DON'T KNOW; I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT.
- AW, YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD DANCER.
- NO, I'M NOT. - YOU ARE.
WHAT'S UP?
- NOTHING.
- COME ON.
OUT WITH IT.
- I KNOW YOU'RE GONNA WIN ON SATURDAY.
- YEAH, MAYBE.
DAMIEN'S A GREAT FIGHTER.
- YOU'LL BEAT HIM.
- THOUGHT YOU'D BE HAPPY FOR ME.
- I AM.
I JUST--
I KNOW IF YOU WIN,
THE U.S. TEAM WILL WANT YOU BACK.
- [inhaling deeply]
NOT LIKELY, YOU KNOW.
YOU KNOW THE REASON I HAD TO LEAVE.
- THAT WAS TWO YEARS AGO.
IT'S HISTORY NOW.
- CLARE, I WAS BANNED FROM COMPETING IN THE STATES.
I'M LUCKY THEY'VE EVEN GIVEN ME A CHANCE HERE.
COME HERE.
I LOVE YOU.
NOTHING'S GONNA COME BETWEEN US.
OKAY?
- OKAY.
[cell phone ringing]
- SAMANTHA.
TONIGHT?
[knocking]
HEY, SAM.
- HI, SWEETIE.
HAD AN URGENT JOB COME IN.
NEED YOU TOMORROW.
- UH, TOMORROW?
- WHERE?
- CARPENTER AVENUE, SOUTH PERTH.
FAMILY LEAVING FOR EUROPE IN THE MORNING.
- [sighs]
- IT'S ONLY FOR THREE MONTHS.
- I'M SORRY, SAM.
I-- I CAN'T HELP.
- GOT ALL THE FRUIT, POOL, HOME THEATER.
- SOUNDS, GOOD, BUT--
[mumbling]
- DO YOU REMEMBER WHO SIGNED YOUR STUDENT VISA?
SWEETIE?
- IT'S JUST FOR THREE MONTHS.
- YOU ARE SUCH A PUSHOVER.
- HEY, I OWE HER BIG-TIME, OKAY?
- YOU'RE MEANT TO BE MOVING IN WITH ME.
- I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU, OKAY?
[laughter]
[smooches]
BABE, I GOT TO PACK.
- [sighs] OKAY.
[alternative rock music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ AND IF THIS COMFORTABLE LIFE ¶
¶ IS YOUR ONLY PASSAGE THROUGH TIME ¶
¶ JUST MAKE SURE YOU CAN BREAK THROUGH ¶
¶ THE WALLS THAT YOU ARE BUILDING AROUND YOU ¶
¶ THE THINGS THAT YOU ALWAYS DREAMED ABOUT ¶
¶ YOU KNOW THAT IN TIME ¶
¶ THEY'LL BE RUNNING OUT ¶
[music quiets]
[soft piano music]
¶ ¶
[slight bass rumble]
[doorbell dings]
- HI.
I'M JULIAN.
SAMANTHA... - THE HOUSE SITTER.
COME ON IN.
- WOW.
- I'M HARRY, BY THE WAY.
HARRY LOOMIS.
- NICE TO MEET YOU.
- FOLLOW ME.
AND THIS IS THE SECURITY ROOM.
ALL THE ZONES ARE FILMED AND STORED ON THIS SERVER 24/7.
I CAN EVEN REWIND.
[electronic beep]
WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?
- YES, I'M SORRY.
- REINFORCED SECURITY GLASS.
WEISS DEADLOCKS ON ALL THE DOORS.
YOU CAN ACCESS THE NET, TOO, IF YOU WANT.
- COOL.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST LOCK THE PLACE UP?
WHAT DO YOU NEED ME FOR?
- OUR CAT. - CAT?
- DAMN THING WENT MISSING.
KELLY WANTS SOMEONE HERE IN CASE IT COMES BACK.
YOU GOT THE KEYS?
[keys jangling]
SECURITY CODES? - CHECK.
- GREAT.
ENJOY THE HOUSE.
WATCH MOVIES.
GO FOR A SWIM IN THE POOL.
JUST REMEMBER THAT--
- KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR FIFI.
- IT'S PERSIAN.
- THANKS, JULIAN.
- WE'LL BE IN PARIS IN TWO DAYS.
I'LL GIVE YOU A CALL ONCE WE'VE SETTLED IN.
- SURE.
HAVE A GREAT VACATION.
[engine starts]
HAPPY FAMILY.
- OUR NIECE MIGHT DROP BY FOR A SWIM.
- NO PROBLEMS.
WHAT'S HER NAME?
[guitar pop music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ I TOOK ADVANTAGE ¶
¶ OF A STRAIGHT BELIEVING TOWN ¶
¶ THAT TORE THE BANDAGE ¶
¶ AND SAID LOOK WHO'S BLEEDING NOW ¶
¶ ARE YOU LISTENING ¶
¶ OR ARE YOU FAITHLESS LIKE THE OTHERS ¶
¶ LONG DAYS ¶
¶ ARE ALMOST HERE ¶
¶ FADED SIGNS ¶
¶ FOR YOU ¶
- KEEP YOUR FOCUS, RIGHT?
JUST TILL THE END OF THE WEEK.
- SURE THING, COACH.
¶ ¶
NOW, THIS IS THE LIFE.
- ¶ LONG DAYS ARE ALMOST HERE ¶
¶ FADED SIGNS ¶
¶ FOR YOU ¶
¶ I'LL BE WAITING ALL DAY ¶
¶ I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR ¶
¶ FOR YOU ¶
¶ IT'S TRUE ¶
¶ ¶
[cell phone ringing]
- HEY.
- THIS PLACE IS AWESOME. - YEAH?
- WAIT TILL YOU SEE IT.
- BUT I'VE GOT AN EXAM TOMORROW.
- GIVE IT TO ME.
HEY, YOU BETTER SPILL SOME BLOOD ON SATURDAY, RIGHT?
- THAT WAS LOGAN.
ALL RIGHT, THEN, TONIGHT.
- SAY AROUND 8:00?
- WILL DO.
SEE YA.
- ¶ LONG DAYS ¶
¶ ARE ALMOST HERE ¶
¶ FADED SIGNS ¶
¶ FOR YOU ¶
¶ I'LL BE WAITING ALL DAY ¶
¶ I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR ¶
¶ FOR YOU ¶
¶ IT'S TRUE ¶
[music fading out]
- HI.
YOU MUST BE THE NIECE.
- YOU MUST BE THE HOUSE SITTER.
- HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?
- I'VE GOT KEYS.
I USED THE BACK WAY.
HOW LONG WERE YOU STARING AT ME?
- I'M SORRY.
HARRY DIDN'T MENTION YOUR NAME.
- I'M ANNA.
- I'M JULIAN.
IT'S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, ANNA.
- PLEASURE'S ALL MINE.
DO YOU WANT TO JOIN ME FOR A SWIM?
- YOU KNOW, NORMALLY, I'D DIVE RIGHT IN.
- OH, YOU WOULDN'T TEST THE WATER FIRST?
- WELL, SOMETIMES I DO.
- MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME.
- AH, ANNA.
[doorbell dings]
- HEY. - HEY.
[light zapping noise]
HEY. - HOW YOU DOING?
- YEAH, GOOD.
COME IN.
[rock music playing]
¶ ¶
- WOW, THIS IS NICE.
- IT'S AWESOME, RIGHT?
I GOT YOU SOMETHING.
- REALLY?
WHAT IS IT?
- IT'S A SURPRISE.
- OH.
- I SAID I'D MAKE IT UP TO YOU.
- OH, MY GOODNESS.
OH, IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
- SO ARE YOU, CLARE.
- THANK YOU.
YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO SEDUCE ME, ARE YOU?
- OH, OF COURSE.
- [laughs]
- YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THIS.
- WHAT IS IT, PORN?
- SOMETHING EVEN BETTER.
- OH.
[laughs]
- I'M FIGHTING DAMIEN THIS SATURDAY.
WATCH THIS.
SEE HOW HE DROPS HIS GUARD?
THAT GUY BEAT DAMIEN LAST YEAR.
I'M SORRY, YOU KNOW.
[laughter]
- BLACKOUT.
- GREAT.
YOU SEE MY PHONE ANYWHERE?
[electronic beep]
I'M NOT GONNA BE HAPPY.
- YOUR LUCKY DAY.
- YEAH.
[doorbell dings]
- OH, COME ON, JULES, DON'T STOP.
[doorbell dings]
- JEEZ, WHO COULD THAT BE?
- I DON'T KNOW.
[doorbell dings twice]
- GIVE ME A SEC, OKAY?
- OKAY.
[giggles]
[crowd cheering on TV]
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
- HOLD ON.
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
ANYONE HERE?
[crowd cheering]
WHERE YOU GOING? - HOME.
I'VE GOT AN EXAM TOMORROW MORNING.
I TOLD YOU.
- CLARE, STAY THE NIGHT.
- I CAN'T. IT'S OPEN-BOOK.
MY NOTES ARE AT HOME.
TOMORROW NIGHT.
THANKS FOR MY BRACELET.
- GOOD LUCK TOMORROW.
- I'LL NEED IT.
[engine starts]
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
- [sighs]
[eerie dramatic music]
¶ ¶
[crowd cheering]
[distant scream]
[metal clanking]
I'M MINDING THE HOUSE.
[heavy rock music]
FRIENDLY.
- ¶ I CAN'T GO ON ¶
¶ ¶
- REMEMBER, KEEP YOUR FOCUS.
- ¶ CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES ¶
¶ THIS IS MY LAST RESORT ¶
¶ SUFFOCATION, NO BREATHING ¶
¶ DON'T GIVE A [...] IF I CUT MY ARM BLEEDING ¶
¶ 'CAUSE I'M LOSING MY SIGHT ¶
¶ LOSING MY MIND ¶
¶ WISH SOMEBODY WOULD TELL ME I'M FINE ¶
¶ LOSING MY SIGHT, LOSING MY MIND ¶
¶ WISH SOMEBODY WOULD TELL ME I'M FINE ¶
¶ NOTHING'S ALL RIGHT ¶
¶ NOTHING IS FINE ¶
- [exhales]
- REALLY?
- WHERE'D YOU MEET HER? - AT THE LIBRARY.
- DOING YOUR ASSIGNMENT?
- I HATE ASSIGNMENTS.
- MAN, I'M JUST GLAD MINE'S FINISHED.
YOURS IS FINISHED, RIGHT, JULES?
- EARTH TO JULIAN.
- UGH, I'M SORRY.
SORRY, GUYS.
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
- FINISHED YOUR ASSIGNMENT.
- UH, YEAH.
ALMOST.
YEAH, I'M ALMOST FINISHED.
GUYS, I GOT TO-- I GOT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.
- THIS SOUNDS INTERESTING.
OOH.
- SO YOU KNOW THIS PLACE I'M HOUSE-SITTING, RIGHT?
- THE MANSION?
- SO I'M JUST DOING MY THING, OKAY,
AND THIS GORGEOUS GIRL DECIDES TO DROP BY FOR A SWIM.
I MEAN, BREATHTAKING.
- IS SHE HOT?
- WHAT COLOR WAS HER HAIR?
- GOOD SKIN? - NICE EYES?
- WHAT ABOUT HER LEGS? - GREAT RACK?
- IF YOU JUST LET ME FINISH.
- TELL ME EVERYTHING, PLEASE.
- YEAH, JULES,
TELL ME EVERYTHING.
- NOTHING, LOGAN.
- GO ON, GREAT RACK, HEY?
I'M SURE CLARE WOULD BE IMPRESSED WITH IT TOO.
- LOGES, THIS IS A BOYS' TALK, OKAY?
IT IS A CAPITAL OFFENSE TO BE LISTENING IN LIKE THAT.
- I'M GONNA LEAVE YOU GUYS TO IT, OKAY?
[mid-tempo drum beat]
¶ ¶
- ¶ MAYBE, MAYBE NOTHING COULD PREPARE YOU ¶
¶ BUT THAT SOMETHING AND THAT SOMEDAY ALWAYS COMES ¶
¶ AND THE ONLY THING AROUND WORTH HANGING ONTO ¶
¶ IS YOUR LOVE OF THE TWISTED SYMMETRY ¶
¶ DEMANDING IT BE DONE ¶
[cell phone ringing]
- HEY.
HOW'D YOUR EXAM GO?
- YEAH, GOOD, I THINK.
UM, I KNOW I SAID I'D COME OVER TONIGHT,
BUT DOUG REALLY NEEDS ME AT THE STORE.
- [sighs]
CAN'T HE FIND SOMEONE ELSE?
- NO, HE CAN'T.
WHAT ABOUT TOMORROW NIGHT?
- OKAY, I'LL CALL YOU TOMORROW.
- ¶ NOW THAT YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN ¶
¶ ON YOUR OWN ¶
¶ ON YOUR OWN, YOUR OWN, YOUR OWN ¶
- THE PLEASURE'S ALL MINE.
SO DO YOU WANT TO JOIN ME FOR A DIP?
[light tapping]
SORRY.
- HEY.
- I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU.
- YOU ALMOST SCARED ME.
- I'LL GO IF YOU WANT.
- NO, UM...
NO, I WAS KIDDING.
- ARE YOU SURE?
- I'M SURE I LOCKED UP.
- I'VE GOT KEYS, REMEMBER?
WHAT'S THAT?
[laughs softly]
IT'S ME, ISN'T IT?
IT'S REALLY GOOD.
I USED TO STUDY ART TOO.
- ACTUALLY, I'M--
I'M NOT STUDYING ART.
ARCHITECTURE.
- THOUGH YOU'RE QUITE THE ARTIST.
I CAN TELL.
I NEVER FINISHED MY DEGREE.
I GOT KICKED OUT.
FOR BEING A NAUGHTY GIRL.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN NAUGHTY?
- I'VE HAD MY MOMENTS.
- I THINK YOU SHOULD FINISH YOUR SKETCH, JULIAN.
BUT I THINK YOU NEED TO INCLUDE THE REST.
HOW DO YOU WANT ME?
- UH--THERE--THERE'S---
THERE'S JUST FINE.
- [laughs softly]
I LIKE YOU, JULIAN.
YOU'RE SO MUCH LIKE ME.
- I SHOULDN'T.
I SHOULDN'T DO THIS.
- I WANT YOU TO MAKE LOVE TO ME.
I'M SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU.
- YEAH.
- DO YOU REALLY LOVE ME?
- HMM?
- YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME.
- DID I?
- MM-HMM.
[girl screams]
[eerie dramatic music]
¶ ¶
HOW DO YOU WANT ME?
[eerie zapping noise]
[slow piano music]
¶ ¶
- ANNA?
- ¶ WHY SHOULD I KEEP HOPING IF YOU'RE... ¶
- YOU STILL HERE?
- ¶ WHO TOOK AWAY THIS CHANCE I GAVE ¶
¶ WHY SHOULD I KEEP HOPING IF YOU'RE ¶
¶ IF YOU'RE LOST ¶
¶ THEN YOU TAKE AWAY ¶
- MAN.
- ¶ NO, I WON'T BE 'ROUND NO MORE ¶
¶ YOU KNOW THE SCORE ¶
¶ YOU TAKE AWAY ¶
- I GOT YOU SOMETHING.
- WHAT IS IT?
- IT'S A SURPRISE.
SAID I'D MAKE IT UP TO YOU.
- ¶ CRAZY ¶
¶ I WILL BE CRAZY ¶
¶ CRAZY ¶
¶ CRAZY FOR YOU ¶
- UGH. [ceramic shatters]
GREAT!
[sighs]
[doorbell dings]
GIVE ME A BREAK.
- HEY.
WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME LAST NIGHT?
- I'M SORRY.
I WAS JUST...
I WAS JUST BUSY.
- YEAH, I BET YOU WERE,
WITH STUDIES AND TRAINING.
HOW'S IT ALL GOING?
- AS USUAL.
NEED TO DO MORE.
- SO WERE YOU GOING TO LET ME IN?
- YEAH, SORRY.
- [laughs]
YOU ALL RIGHT?
- YEAH, I'M JUST...
I'M DEAD TIRED.
- OKAY.
DID YOU FINISH YOUR ASSIGNMENT?
- NOT YET.
- SO TOMORROW NIGHT'S THE FINALS.
YOU MUST BE PRETTY EXCITED.
HUH?
- SHIT.
I HAVEN'T PUT DINNER ON.
[mid-tempo rock music]
¶ ¶
- A BIT LOUD, ISN'T IT?
- I NEED THE MUSIC WHEN I COOK.
¶ ¶
[music quiets] HEY.
- SO...
WHO'S THIS GIRL?
- SAY WHAT?
- LOGAN TOLD ME YOU MET SOME HOT CHICK.
- [scoffs] LOGAN.
IT'S NOTHING.
IT'S NO ONE.
OWNER'S NIECE.
DECIDED TO DROP BY FOR A SWIM.
THAT'S ALL.
I LOVE YOU.
- I LOVE YOU TOO.
SORRY.
I GOT TO PEE.
[rock music gets louder]
MILLION-DOLLAR HOUSE.
[clanking and water gurgling]
[toilet running]
JULIAN, IF THIS IS A JOKE, YOU'RE NOT FUNNY.
JULIAN. [rapping on door]
JULIAN.
JULIAN, OPEN THE DOOR!
JULIAN!
GOD.
[toilet flushing]
JULIAN.
[water gurgling]
AH, JULIAN, NO!
AH!
UGH.
OH, YUCK.
JULIAN!
- CLARE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
HEY, HEY, HEY. IT'S OKAY. IT'S OKAY.
- DON'T TOUCH ME! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!
- WHAT ARE YOU--
CLARE.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
- I'M OUT OF HERE.
- ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT TO TAKE A SHOWER?
- NO, THANKS.
- BUT... I'VE COOKED DINNER.
- SCREW DINNER.
- JEEZ, CLARE, DON'T YOU THINK YOU'RE OVERREACTING JUST A BIT?
- NO, I'M NOT.
THANKS FOR BEING SO CARING.
- I GOT YOU THAT BRACELET.
- I JUST WANT TO GO HOME, OKAY?
- ANNA!
CLARE.
[car alarm beeps]
I'M SORRY.
[engine starts]
- ¶ AND I SHED MY SOUL ¶
¶ FEEL IT KNEELING DOWN ¶
¶ I'M CLUTCHING MY FAITH ¶
¶ PULL IT TIGHTLY ROUND ¶
¶ YOU'RE MOVING YOUR MOUTH ¶
¶ BUT YOU DON'T MAKE A SOUND ¶
- JULIAN?
- CLARE.
- SORRY TO DISAPPOINT.
- IT'S OKAY.
- IS THIS A BAD TIME?
- YEAH.
KIND OF.
- HEY.
COME HERE.
I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU.
I MISSED YOU.
- I NEED TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.
- I ALREADY KNOW.
- YOU KNOW?
- I SAW HER LEAVE.
DOES SHE MAKE YOU FEEL THE WAY I MAKE YOU FEEL?
- I'M AFRAID THIS IS WRONG.
WAIT, WAIT.
THIS IS WRONG.
I HARDLY KNOW A THING ABOUT YOU.
- YOU'VE ALREADY MADE LOVE TO ME ONCE.
- WHERE ARE YOU FROM?
WHAT DO YOU DO?
- WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU?
THIS IS POINTLESS, JULIAN.
THIS IS OUR SECRET.
I WON'T TELL.
I PROMISE.
TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE ME.
- I LOVE YOU.
[birds screeching]
[eerie sounds]
[woman screaming]
[eerie atmospheric sounds]
[gentle piano music]
¶ ¶
SHIT.
[eerie atmospheric music]
ANNA?
IT'S NOT FUNNY.
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
ANNA?
[intensifying high-pitch tone]
[touch-tones beeping]
- HI, IT'S CLARE.
I'M BUSY RIGHT NOW, BUT IF YOU'D LIKE TO LEAVE A MESSAGE,
WAIT FOR THE BEEP.
- CLARE, LISTEN, I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
I'M SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT.
[sighs] JUST CALL ME, OKAY?
[loud pounding]
- HEY, JULES.
- HEY, GUYS.
- YOU DON'T LOOK SO GOOD, MATE.
- YOU STILL BOGGED DOWN WITH YOUR ASSIGNMENT?
- NO, NO, IT'S, UH...
IT'S NOT THAT.
- I KNOW WHAT IT IS.
HE'S BEEN UP ALL NIGHT,
JERKING OFF OVER THAT HOTTIE, HUH?
HOW IS SHE?
- HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN CLARE YET?
- NO.
SHE HASN'T SHOWN.
- LOVE IS CRUEL, HEY?
- CLARE NEEDS A CARING, MATURE GUY.
LIKE ME.
[laughter]
- YOU READY FOR THIS ARVO?
- HUH?
- YOUR FIGHT.
- UGH, DAMN IT.
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
[exhales]
[crowd cheering]
- I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ARSE, PRETTY BOY.
- YEAH, SURE YOU WILL.
- FIGHTERS READY.
[shouting indistinctly]
SET POSITION.
HA! SHI-JAK!
[crowd cheering]
- [grunting]
- TELL ME YOU LOVE ME,
- FIRST WARNING: TRAVELING OUTSIDE THE ALERT LINE.
SET POSITION.
- MAKES ME SO HORNY.
- OH!
- [groaning]
- COME ONE, JULES. [cell phone ringing]
- UGH.
- YOU LIKE THAT?
- HEY, MOVE BACK. SET POSITION.
- GET UP.
COME ON.
[crowd cheering]
- YEAH!
- NO!
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- WARNING.
SHI-JAK!
ONE, TWO, THREE,
FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN...
YOU'RE OUT.
[crowd cheering]
WINNER BY KNOCKOUT,
HONG!
[crowd cheering]
- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?
- LOOK, I HAVEN'T BEEN SLEEPING,
AND I'M LOOKING AFTER THIS HOUSE, AND...
- YOU'VE BEEN DRINKING!
- NO.
NO, I HAVEN'T.
- I WAS WARNED ABOUT TAKING YOU ON.
GOT KICKED OFF THE U.S. TEAM FOR UNDERAGE DRINKING.
- HEY, I'M SORRY!
- SORRY? SORRY ISN'T ENOUGH.
I'VE WASTED THE LAST SIX MONTHS OF MY LIFE TRAINING YOU,
AND THIS IS THE WAY YOU REPAY ME?
- HEY, SETTLE DOWN, MATE.
- NOT ONE MORE WORD.
GET YOURSELF A NEW COACH.
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT HIM.
- I LOST FOCUS.
I SCREWED UP.
- NO, YOU DID YOUR BEST, MATE.
- YOU SCORED SOME GOOD POINTS.
- HEY, GUYS, JUST...
LEAVE ME ALONE.
CLARE?
- [sniffling]
- CLARE,
WHAT'S WRONG?
- [crying] I GOT YOUR EMAILS.
- EMAILS, WHA--HEY.
HEY, WHY ARE YOU CRYING?
- DON'T. IT'S OVER, JULIAN.
OKAY? IT'S OVER.
- HEY, CLARE, I SAID I WAS SORRY.
- NO, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, OKAY?
YOU CAN HAVE THIS.
REALLY HOPE SHE'S WORTH IT.
- HEY, HEY.
CLARE, LOOK AT ME.
LOOK AT ME.
SHE DOESN'T--
SHE DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME.
- DON'T.
JULIAN, IT'S OVER.
YOU CHEATED ON ME.
- CLARE.
- GO TO HELL!
[door shuts]
[eerie atmospheric music]
¶ ¶
- ANNA?
[creepy whispering sound]
AH, CRAP!
[phone ringing]
HELLO?
- JULIAN, IT'S HARRY.
HOW'S THE HOUSE?
- IT'S FINE.
UH...
NOTHING'S DAMAGED.
NO SIGN OF YOUR CAT.
- UGH, STUPID ANIMAL.
- I MET YOUR NIECE.
- SORRY, WHAT WAS THAT?
- YOUR NIECE, SHE DROPPED BY FOR A SWIM.
- THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
I JUST SPOKE TO HER.
SHE'S VISITING KELLY'S MOTHER IN SYDNEY.
HELLO? YOU STILL THERE?
- BUT SHE'S GOT KEYS TO THE HOUSE.
- JULIAN, APART FROM ME,
YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WITH KEYS.
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
- SHE SAID HER NAME IS ANNA.
- ANNA.
HOW DARE YOU?
YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY?
[click and dial tone]
- WHY'D YOU DO IT?
- WHAT?
- THE EMAIL.
- EMAIL?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.
- NO, I DON'T.
- WHO ARE YOU?
- [laughing] WHAT?
- EXACTLY WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
- HEY, COME HERE.
- GET OFF ME.
YOU SAID YOU WERE THE NIECE.
- NO, I DIDN'T. - YES, YOU DID.
WHEN I MET YOU, YOU SAID YOU WERE THE NIECE.
- I NEVER SAID THAT.
- HI, YOU MUST BE THE NIECE.
- YOU MUST BE THE HOUSE SITTER.
- AH, ANNA.
YOU'RE IN THAT PHOTO.
WHY DOESN'T HARRY KNOW YOU?
- HE KNOWS ME.
I'M HIS DAUGHTER.
- WHY WAS HARRY SO PISSED WHEN I MENTIONED YOUR NAME?
- WE'VE GOT ISSUES.
[sighs] I DON'T GET ALONG WITH HIS WIFE.
- KELLY'S NOT YOUR MOTHER?
- NO.
HE LEFT MY MOTHER FOR HER.
SHE HATES ME.
THAT'S WHY I DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE.
- I NEED TO KNOW THE TRUTH.
DID YOU SEND AN EMAIL TO MY GIRLFRIEND?
- NO.
- TELL ME THE TRUTH.
DID YOU SEND AN EMAIL TO MY GIRLFRIEND?
- NO.
- YOU...
- WHY DO YOU GUYS ALWAYS DO THIS?
THESE HORRIBLE ACCUSATIONS?
- ANNA, YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD HAVE SENT THE EMAIL.
- PLEASE, JULIAN.
PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME.
- YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD HAVE SENT IT!
- YOU EITHER WANT ME OR NOT.
[creepy whispering sounds]
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
[light footsteps]
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
- [started gasps]
HEY, WHAT ARE YOU-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- HAVE YOU MADE UP YOUR MIND YET?
- LOOK, I CA--
I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE.
- DON'T YOU LOVE ME?
- I'M WITH CLARE.
NOT YOU.
- YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME.
- 'CAUSE YOU ASKED ME TO.
- YOU MEANT IT.
- YOU JUST DON'T GET IT, DO YOU?
- COME HERE.
- HEY, STOP IT.
- PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!
DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE.
PLEASE, PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING.
- ANNA, GET OFF ME.
- I'LL DO ANYTHING!
I'LL CUT MYSELF FOR YOU.
- WHAT SORT OF SCREWED-UP THING IS THAT?
GET OUT!
COME ON.
- PLEASE, JULIAN. - GET OFF ME.
- PLEASE... I LOVE YOU.
- ANNA. ANNA!
ANNA.
THIS WHOLE THING...
WAS A BAD MOVE, OKAY?
OKAY?
- MAKING LOVE TO ME WAS A BAD MOVE?
NO. - IT WAS.
- NO. - YEAH.
- NO. - WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- NO! - WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
[eerie music]
GO!
LEAVE!
OKAY? IT'S OVER.
LEAVE! - NO!
- GET OUT OF HERE!
[eerie music]
¶ ¶
- IT'S OVER WHEN I SAY IT'S OVER.
IT'S OVER WHEN I SAY IT'S OVER.
IT'S OVER WHEN I SAY IT'S OVER!
[door slams]
YOU MUST BE... THE NIECE.
[crying] YOU MUST BE THE HOUSE SITTER.
I DIDN'T SEE YOU COME IN.
[sobbing]
I'VE GOT KEYS.
HARRY DIDN'T MENTION YOUR NAME.
[sobbing]
I'M ANNA.
[gentle piano music]
¶ ¶
- WHERE'S MY ASSIGNMENT?
BITCH!
PROFESSOR!
PROFESSOR.
- OH, YOU LOOK TERRIBLE.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, YOUNG MAN?
I FINISHED IT.
THE 252 ASSIGNMENT.
- WELL, HAND IT OVER.
- THING IS...
I LOST IT.
- YOU LOST IT?
- YEAH.
I JUST--I CAN'T FIND IT.
- IT WAS DUE AN HOUR AGO.
EVERYONE ELSE SUBMITTED ON TIME.
THERE CAN BE NO EXCEPTIONS.
- PLEASE, PLEASE, PROFESSOR.
I CAN'T FAIL THIS.
I'M ON A STUDENT VISA.
- I'M SORRY, JULIAN.
- PROFESSOR, I--
[cell phone ringing]
- YEAH.
- I'VE JUST HAD A CALL FROM A VERY IRATE CUSTOMER.
- HARRY, RIGHT?
- SWEETIE, I'VE SMOOTHED THINGS OVER,
BUT IN THE FUTURE, CAN YOU PLEASE JUST--A LITTLE RESTRAINT?
- I GOT TO GO.
- IF HE WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO DO IT IN AN EMAIL,
DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE WITH HIM?
- NO.
HOW CAN YOU FORGIVE THAT?
- HERE HE IS.
- CLARE?
CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR TWO MINUTES?
IN PRIVATE?
- JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, JULIAN.
- YEAH, COME ON, JULES.
- CLARE, LOOK AT ME.
- JUST DROP IT.
- PLEASE, CLARE, PLEASE.
CLARE.
JUST FOR TWO MINUTES, CLARE.
COME ON--
GET OFF ME!
YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH!
[sighs]
- HI, MATE.
YOU SETTLING IN OKAY?
- HEY.
CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?
YOU KNOW MUCH ABOUT HARRY?
- YEAH, HE AND KELLY HAVE HAD IT TOUGH
THE LAST COUPLE OF MONTHS.
WHAT? THEY DIDN'T TELL YOU?
A GIRL DIED.
YEAH, SHE BROKE INTO THE HOUSE,
LOOKING FOR MONEY OR SOMETHING.
- NAH, I MEAN, WITH ALL THE SECURITY AND, UH...
- SHE HAD KEYS.
AND A KNIFE.
SHE THREATENED KELLY WITH IT, AND HARRY CHASED HER.
SHE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS.
BROKE HER NECK.
[eerie music]
- WHAT THE HELL?
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
- HI, YOU'VE CALLED HARRY.
I'M CURRENTLY ON HOLIDAYS.
PLEASE, LEAVE A MESSAGE.
[phone beeps]
- YOU LOOK PRETTY GOOD FOR A DEAD GIRL.
HOW'S THIS SCAM SUPPOSED TO WORK?
- SCAM?
- YOU'RE NOT DEAD.
- MY BODY IS DEAD
BUT NOT MY SPIRIT.
- [laughs]
SEE...
JUST DOESN'T MAKE... ANY SENSE.
I CAN TOUCH YOU.
I CAN...
FEEL YOU.
WE HAD SEX.
- MADE LOVE.
IN DREAMS, ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.
[suspenseful music]
¶ ¶
- I'M YOURS, JULIAN.
FOREVER.
YOU STILL LOVE ME!
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, FOREVER?
- I NEED YOU TO CROSS OVER.
I NEED YOU TO KILL YOURSELF TO BE WITH ME.
- THIS IS A DREAM.
HOW CAN I KILL MYSELF?
- DON'T YOU KNOW?
IF YOU DIE IN DREAMS, YOU DIE FOR REAL.
- I NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS.
- NEED AN ANSWER NOW, JULIAN.
- AH--I NEED TO--
I NEED TO...THINK ABOUT THIS.
- YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LOVED ME!
- I DON'T LOVE YOU!
- THIS IS MY HOUSE!
I SET THE RULES HERE!
TELL ME YOU LOVE ME, JULIAN!
- NEVER! NEVER!
UGH!
UGH.
[loud thud]
UGH!
[grunting]
- YOUR MINE NOW, JULIAN,
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.
- NO.
- DO YOU REALLY LOVE ME, JULIAN?
- YES.
YES, I DO.
- YOU DON'T SEEM TO MEAN IT.
- OH.
GOD, I--
I DO.
I REALLY DO.
- GIVE ME YOUR HAND.
GOOD.
- [whimpering]
- CUT YOURSELF.
PROVE YOUR LOVE TO ME.
- I ALREADY TOLD YOU.
I LOVE...
- PROVE IT!
- I...
CAN'T!
- IF YOU CAN'T...
THEN I WILL!
- AH!
THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING.
AH!
- YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME.
- DID I?
[door opens]
UGH!
COME ON!
[loud bang]
[door slams]
[touch-tones beeping]
[line trilling]
- CLARE, CLARE. - JULES?
JULES, I'M DRIVING.
- CLARE, I--
[dial tone]
[phone beeps]
[touch-tones beeping]
[out-of-service tone]
[rapid beeping]
LET ME OUT OF HERE!
- UGH!
DON'T WORRY.
IT WON'T HURT.
- GUGH!
- [laughing]
- [grunting]
- [laughing]
- UGH!
- JULIAN, JUST WAIT!
YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME, JULIAN.
- DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THIS?
- I STILL LOVE HIM, LOGAN.
- ERGH!
[doorbell dings]
- I HATE THIS HOUSE.
[eerie music]
[knocking]
- COME ON, HE'S NOT HERE.
LET'S JUST GO. - NO, HE'S HERE.
[knocking]
[loud pounding]
- JESUS.
- JULIAN?
[pounding]
[knocking]
- WES!
JULIAN!
- SHE CAN'T SAVE YOU, JULIAN.
- JULIAN!
- SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU.
[pounding] - JULIAN!
- NOT LIKE I LOVE YOU.
[rattling noise]
- JULIAN? - JULIAN!
[pounding]
[suspenseful music]
- GET ME OUT OF HERE!
- MATE, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING.
- JULIAN!
JULIAN!
[pounding]
- STAND BACK.
OW!
- WHY ARE YOU HIDING FROM ME, JULIAN?
- JULIAN!
[pounding] - JULIAN!
THE TRUCK! PHIL!
- [whispering] GOTCHA.
[glass shatters]
- WHOA, WHOA, STAY BACK! STAY BACK!
[loud bang]
[banging]
- JULIAN!
[loud bang]
- COME ON, WES!
[loud bang]
- ERR-YAH!
- COME ON, WES!
[loud bang]
COME ON, MATE!
- [growling]
- JULIAN! - CLARE!
CLARE, I LOVE YOU!
- WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?
- I'LL NEVER LOVE YOU.
- HOLD ON, JULIAN!
- AH!
[loud crash]
- JULIAN.
- [laughing softly]
- JULIAN.
OH, MY GOD.
[whimpering] OH, JULIAN.
CAN YOU HEAR ME?
JULIAN.
[heavy breathing] [electronic beeping]
- WELCOME BACK, JULIAN.
- HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN ASLEEP FOR?
- ASLEEP?
YOU'VE BEEN IN A COMA.
- A COMA?
- YES, BUT YOU'RE OKAY NOW.
IS THERE ANYONE YOU'D LIKE TO SEE?
- MY GIRLFRIEND.
I WANT TO SEE MY GIRLFRIEND.
- SURE, SURE.
WHAT'S HER NAME?
- CLARE.
- [distorted voice] WRONG ANSWER, JULIAN.
[electronic beeping]
[steady beep]
[woman crying]
- HE'S GOT NO PULSE.
- HE'S DEAD.
[steady beep]
- YOUR MINE NOW, JULIAN.
FOREVER.
[alt-rock guitar music]
¶ ¶
- ¶ WELL, LEAVE ME A LIGHT ¶
¶ BUT NOT THE ONE IN YOUR HEAD ¶
¶ TURN ME AROUND ¶
¶ I CAN SEE YOU ¶
¶ I'M BURNING TO BE ¶
¶ WHAT'S IN FRONT OF ME ¶
¶ I'M CARRYING ¶
¶ I CARRY ON ¶
- AND DON'T WORRY ABOUT CLARE.
I'LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER TOO.
- ¶ LEAVE ME ALONE ¶
¶ BUT NOT WITH MYSELF ¶
¶ I PULL OFF HER WINGS ¶
¶ AND SHE LIES ¶
¶ STILL I'M TRYING TO HIDE ¶
¶ WHAT I CAN'T SEE ¶
¶ I'M CARRYING ¶
¶ I CARRY ON ¶
[heavy metal guitar break]
¶ ¶
¶ YOU'RE BRINGING ME DOWN ¶
¶ 'CAUSE YOU'RE BRINGING ME UP ¶
¶ TO A PLACE I CAN NO LONGER HANG FROM ¶
¶ THIS PLACE IS TOO REAL AND THIS FACE IS A LIE ¶
¶ IT'S A LIE FROM A TRUTH I CAN'T HIDE FROM ¶
¶ ¶
¶ LEAVE ME OUT ¶
¶ BUT DON'T LET ME GO ¶
¶ I'M FADING AWAY ¶
¶ I'M JADED ¶
¶ HELP TO FEEL, MAKE IT MY OWN ¶
¶ I'M CARRYING ¶
¶ I CARRY ON ¶
¶ ¶
¶ LEAVE IT TO CHANCE ¶
¶ I'LL REDEFINE PAIN ¶
¶ I FLOAT IN THE FACE ¶
¶ OF A HURRICANE ¶
¶ I'M WATCHING THE WEATHER ¶
¶ I'M CARRYING ¶
¶ I CARRY ON ¶
¶ ¶
¶ YOU'RE BRINGING ME DOWN ¶
¶ 'CAUSE YOU'RE BRINGING ME UP ¶
¶ TO A PLACE I CAN NO LONGER HANG FROM ¶
¶ THIS PLACE IS TOO REAL ¶
¶ AND THIS FACE IS A LIE ¶
¶ IT'S A LIE FROM A TRUTH I CAN'T HIDE FROM ¶
¶ YOU'RE BRINGING ME DOWN ¶
¶ 'CAUSE YOU'RE BRINGING ME UP ¶
¶ TO A PLACE I CAN NO LONGER HANG FROM ¶
¶ THIS IS PLACE IS TOO REAL ¶
¶ AND THIS FACE IS A LIE ¶
¶ IT'S A LIE FROM A TRUTH I CAN'T HIDE FROM ¶
¶ NO LIES ¶
¶ YOU'RE BRINGING ME DOWN ¶
¶ 'CAUSE YOU'RE BRINGING ME UP ¶
¶ TO A PLACE I CAN NO LONGER HANG FROM ¶
¶ THIS PLACE IS TOO REAL ¶
¶ AND THIS FACE IS A LIE ¶
¶ IT'S A LIE FROM A TRUTH I CAN'T HIDE FROM ¶
¶ NO LIES ¶
¶ ¶