- (Clunking noise) - Who's there?
(Clunking noise)
(Rustling sound)
(Dial tone) 'Glenn's Falls Police Department.'
This Dr. Lifflander. I want someone to...
(Rattling noise)
Hello. Can you send someone to... Hello! Hello!
God. (Rattling noise continues)
- (Glass breaks) - (Heavy breathing)
Oh, God. No, no.
(Banging noises)
- (Heavy breathing) - I've got a gun.
I'll shoot. Get out, or I'll shoot.
(Gunshots)
(Screams)
(Guttural noise)
(Screaming continues)
Smokes. I got joints and bags. Nickel and dime bags.
Gold Colombia smoke.
I got acid, blotters, rainbows, windowpanes, speed, downs,
Seconal, Valium, mescaline, THC.
I've got some good cocaine. Quaaludes. Beauties. Methergine.
Cheap Panama red. Angel dust. Check it out, man.
Tranquilizers, anabuse, lithium, Thai sticks.
Methadone, rock red, junk, morphine.
What you want, some girls?
I got some nice... What the fuck is wrong with you anyway, man?
He saw him with Dirty Lou. You remember him.
He looks like Sparkle in the comics.
Dirty Lou, Dirty Lou. The name sounds so familiar.
Wait a minute. Did he get run over?
It was suicide. He hailed a cab.
When it pulled up to the curb, he jump in front of us.
Get out of here. You're full of crap.
Company.
- I'd like a room. - For how long?
I'm not sure.
Couple of hours. Couple of years, what?
Give me a hint.
- A few days. - You by yourself?
Yes, alone. By myself.
All alone in this cold, cruel world.
20 bucks at night. In advance.
And if you pay by the day, it's due at noon.
And I don't want no junkies in here,
because this is a respectable hotel.
I just need a place to stay.
- What's in the basket? - Clothes.
He's smuggling in a case of booze.
He's going to throw us a party.
- Room 7. Third floor. - Great.
20 bucks.
Oh. Right. Um.
- This stuff real? - Huh?
- Did you see that? He's loaded. - So are you.
Hi, I'm Josephine. What room are you in?
- Seven. - Oh, you're so lucky.
That's the best room in the place.
It was lived in by a little old lady
who only went out on Sundays.
She lived there for ages.
Used to tell everyone she was rich.
Owned oil wells in Texas.
Had millions and was hiding from her relatives
who were trying to steal it from her.
She'd creep up to you and say,
"They're trying to take my money,
"but they don't know where I am."
Oh, everyone though she was nuts.
Then one day,
she appeared in the lobby dressed in furs and jewels.
Said she was leaving to tour the world.
She paid her bill and left. No one's heard from her since.
We're here.
Is there any place I can get something to eat around here?
Nothing too fancy, I hope.
- No, just pizza or burgers... - Yeah, plenty.
There's one right across the street.
Great, thanks.
Got you something to eat.
(Chewing loudly)
Take your time, there's plenty.
(Chewing continues)
Finished already?
(Grunting)
Damn. Kutter's name isn't listed.
Well, Needleman must have the number.
You're not going to pace the floor all night, are you?
No I don't want to talk now. Go back to sleep.
Oh, come on. Gotta get up early.
Yeah. Yeah.
We've been through this before, you know.
Look, I'm not going to stay up half the night talking.
It's 3:30 in the morning. Go back to sleep.
I'm not going to debate this. Now good night.
For Chrissake, shut up and let me get some sleep.
(Sighs) Always waits
until I'm asleep to start a conversation.
(Door opens and creaks)
Oh great.
Last week you were in the dumb waiter.
This week it's keyholes.
Shh.
- There's somebody in there. - Well, I figured that.
You should see. He's got a lot of bills. Like this.
Oh, give me a break.
He's carrying them around loose. In his... in his pocket.
You've got two seconds before I start pounding on his door.
No, wait, wait.
- One... - I'm going, I'm going.
Keyhole peek.
Cockroaches as big as big as dogs.
Saxophones playing at four o'clock in the morning,
and that crazy broad across the hall.
Winos pissing on my doorstep. I mean...
Just a minute.
Hi. I live across the hall.
Well, the reason I'm bothering you is...
I don't what you to think
I go round butting into people's business.
But somebody's been snooping around your door.
You know, peeking through the keyhole and shit.
So if you've got anything of value in there,
like money or something,
I wouldn't leave it laying around.
Right. Sure.
I can't stand to see somebody get ripped off,
especially without a fighting chance.
- My name's Casey. - Dwayne Bradley.
Nice meeting you, Dwayne Bradley.
What the hell you doing in this dump?
It was the first hotel I came to.
Obviously a hard man to please. Where you from?
- Upstate. - Oh. First time in New York?
Yeah.
Listen, let's go for a drink sometime.
- OK, sure. - Catch you later, kid. Bye.
C'mon, we got to pay a little visit
to a doctor friend of ours.
So the drugstore said he never should've prescribed it
to me in the first place.
It's the wrong drug. I'm allergic to it.
That's terrible. Does he know you're allergic?
Well, he should. It's the second time
he gave me the wrong prescription.
The first time was just as bad.
Oh, my goodness.
I'll be right with you. It's this typewriter.
It looked terrible.
First I got dizzy, then I couldn't breathe,
then my throat felt like it was on fire.
Well, you make sure and tell all this to the doctor.
(Murmuring) Give me the wrong prescription.
OK. This is the one.
- (Buzzing) - Hear that?
Sounds like something grinding inside?
And the carriage won't return. Yesterday it was squeaking,
like if a mouse was caught inside.
Real high-pitched.
Like, ring-ring-ring, ring-ring-ring...
I don't know anything about typewriters.
I just want to see the doctor.
Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry.
I just assumed.
Well, I didn't think you were a patient.
I'm expecting someone to fix the typewriter this afternoon,
and I just thought... I figured that was your toolbox.
Doctor Needleman's an old friend of the family.
Is there any chance I could see him without an appointment?
He'd tell you no, friend of the family or not.
But as you can see,
we have hundreds of patients waiting to see him,
so we'll just pretend you did call
and have an appointment for 11:30.
- You're next. - Thanks.
- What's your name? - Dwayne Bradley.
Oh, don't write that.
I want to surprise him, and he'd recognize that name right away.
Put down something like Smith. Dwayne Smith.
He'll appreciate this. He's a million laughs.
OK, and you fill out the rest.
What's in the basket? Easter eggs?
(Clears throat) Just visiting New York, or...
Yeah, this is my first time.
So have you gone to the Empire State Building yet
and the Statue of Liberty?
- No, I haven't had the time. - Haven't had the time?
Well, what about Radio City Music Hall or the UN?
- Had time for them? - No, I, I...
What about the World Trade Towers?
Or the trolley cars?
It's not that I don't want to, but...
The Met. The Cloisters. Scrummage Chinese.
It's just that I don't know where anything is.
Well, if you need a tour guide, I'd be happy to volunteer.
We'll even buy you some 3D postcards
and an 'I Love New York' T-shirt.
(Murmuring)
You're next.
Come in. Mr...
Smith.
Mr. Smith. What seems to be the problem?
My chest. I've got this pain and...
Uh-huh.
Well, why don't want you put whatever that is down.
Take off your shirt, step in there. Have a seat.
So? What did he give you, 48 hours to live?
No, we just had a nice chat.
- Was he surprised? - Oh yeah.
Very.
Anyway, getting back to what we were talking about before,
I get off here tonight here at 7:00.
- Hint, hint. - Well, I'd like to.
But I can't. Not tonight.
Can't say I didn't try.
- May I call you tomorrow? - 233-3000.
He doesn't have hours on Wednesday.
I have the whole day free.
- (Whispers) Where do you live? - I'll write it down.
It's all the way downtown.
- Why are we whispering? - I don't want him to hear.
- Who? The doctor? - I'll see you later.
Levlander.
(Gunshots from screen)
Not now. Not yet.
Save it. Save it.
(Dial tone)
- Mm. That was delicious. - So are you.
- Come on, have some more. - No, really.
I've had enough.
Nonsense. we're just beginning.
Listen, if I have anymore, I will...
- I'm liable to... - That's alright.
I like you drunk. You're cute when you slobber.
- (Phone ringing) - Shit.
Excuse me for a minute, love.
- Doctor Kutter speaking. - This is Needleman.
Who? Harold...
I thought I made it clear
you weren't to call me again. Ever
You remember Lifflander? From Glenn's Falls?
Well, a few days ago, he left a message on my answering service
that I urgently get in touch with him.
- So? - So.
So today, a young man comes to see me.
About 20 years old, using a phony name,
and nothing's wrong with him except he's from Glenn's Falls,
and he has a deep scar running down his right side.
Please, Harold, I'm in the middle of dinner.
What he said about Lifflander, I've been trying to get him
and I get no answer, and this kid says
it's because Lifflander is dead.
Murdered! Cut in half.
Calm down now, Harold, and pay attention.
Ready?
Neither of us know any Doctor Lifflander
and neither of us have ever been in Glenn's Falls,
but one of us wants to get back to her dinner. Good night.
- Sorry about that, cuddles. - Now, where were we?
Are you leaving now, or should I lock up?
No, no. I'll be a while.
But, uh, go on and lock up anyway.
OK, see you on Thursday.
(Door closes)
She just left. He's in there alone.
(Thud)
Don't forget the address book.
- (Heavy breathing) - Hurry up, I'll be outside.
(Banging noise)
(Heavy breathing)
Did you get his address book?
Great.
Kutter's listed. He's got her address.
We're in luck.
I brought you some goodies.
But first, breakfast.
(Chewing loudly)
I also got you a surprise. But don't look until I'm ready.
I don't see any reason
why you'd need to come with me today.
I'm just going to case Kutter's apartment.
I got to find out if she's home or when she'll be back.
Maybe I can find out where she works.
It's going to be dull,
so I figured you'd have a better time here
- with this. Ta-dah! - (Burps)
Great, huh? Got it on 14th Street.
Even has a guarantee.
Listen, I don't know how long I'll be,
but if you get tired of watching TV,
I also got you a paper.
See you later.
Hi.
I got to get these boots off. My feet are killing me.
That was a rare thrill.
Every time the wind blew, I thought I was gonna collapse.
Listen, don't get mad or anything, but...
I really don't want to see the city.
I just said that as an excuse to see you.
- You're not mad? - You dummy!
I suggested we tour the city for the same reason.
You went along with it.
I wanted to be with you, too.
- You did? - Dwayne!
I know an awful lot of guys, Dwayne, but you're different.
Don't they have girls upstate?
Well, I keep pretty much to myself.
You're a dying breed, Dwayne.
(Squeals)
(Squealing continues)
What the hell's going on in here?
- Sounds like an animal. - Go check it out, man.
It's wrecking up the place, man.
- (All shouting indistinctly) - (Growling)
In here, in here.
(Screams)
What the hell is going on up there?
I'm trying to get some sleep but that guy above me,
- he's gone crazy. - I know, I know.
- (Indistinct shouting) - I gotta get some sleep.
Hey!
- (Indistinct chattering) - C'mon, let me through.
Get out of the way. Get out my way.
In here. In here.
Come on. Back off, please.
- Back off! Move back, huh? - (Indistinct chattering)
- (Woman) What's going in there? - (Man) Alright, OK.
What the hell went on here?
Looks like a goddamn bomb hit this place.
- Where's the kid? - Went out earlier today.
Well, no came out of here,
I've been standing here all the time
all the while it was being wrecked.
Someone's got to be in here.
Unless they climbed out the window.
Cause this just doesn't make any sense.
These things didn't get thrown around by themselves.
I heard screaming.
They couldn't have gotten out without me seeing them.
I mean, I was the first one here,
and I've been leaning right against the door, no one came out,
which means they're still in here. Somewhere in here.
Well, whoever was in here ain't here now.
- That's impossible! - (Hotel manager) Really?
- (Woman) Something's wrong. - (Hotel manager) C'mon.
O'Donovan. O'Donovan! Come on, let's go.
Break it up.
I don't want anybody congregating around the halls here.
Come on, get back to your rooms. There's nothing here to see.
- (Man) What? - Come on!
- I don't understand. - Move it! C'mon, O'Donovan.
No, I'm going to my room.
I am gonna lie down for a while.
All right, everybody, break it up.
Nothing here, let's go.
Come on, guys, back to your room. Let's go.
- (Man) So, what happened? - Nothing. Nothing happened.
Look, if uh, this happens again, uh, I don't know.
What do I know? I don't even run the place.
Why should anybody tell me anything.
I don't know nothing.
Why should I know anything? No reason why.
- (Grunting) - (Screaming)
Dwayne, are you all right?
- I've gotta get back. - Dwayne? Dwayne, wait!
Wait!
(Woman) Please hurry! I don't know what's going on!
(Hotel manager) Get out of the way.
(Indistinct chatter)
(Woman) Oh, God.
All right. Jesus Christ. Clear the lobby, c'mon.
Come on, Boland. Outside. Let's go.
- What happened? - Somebody killed O'Donovan.
- They ripped him to pieces. - They just carried him away.
But the cops have been drilling everyone.
- Dwayne! - You can't come in here.
- What happened? - Get out of here!
- Calm down... - You heard what they said.
- He killed O'Donovan. - Who?
I don't want him killing you.
Thanks, you've been very helpful.
We'll probably have more questions...
Uh, would you hold it a minute?
- You live here? - Yes.
- What's your name? - Dwayne Bradley.
- How long you been out, Dwayne? - Since this morning.
You have any pets? Any animals in there?
No, nothing. why?
Well, one of your neighbors, a Mr. Brian Mickey O'Donovan
was murdered a few hours ago,
and we're just questioning everybody in the building.
- Mind if we come in? - No.
Dwayne, right before the murder, some of the tenants
claim to have heard noises coming from this room,
like someone on a rampage.
- Any idea who it was? - No, I don't know. I was out.
What happened?
That was an accident. It happened last night.
- We went out for burgers and... - We?
No, me. Just me.
And you don't own any pets? No dogs or anything?
No.
What's in the basket?
Nothing?
- Dwayne, where are you from? - Upstate.
Glenn's Falls upstate.
You always leave money lying around like that?
Huh?
Oh, it must have fallen off the dresser.
- And you've been out all day? - Yes, since around 9:00.
- Alone or... - With someone?
If you had to prove where you were and who you were with,
- would you be able to? - Sure.
How long are you gonna be staying here?
A few days.
If I wanted to come back again
and look around, would that be all right?
Sure.
OK, Mr. Bradley, thank you very much.
Listen, if you think of anything that may help us,
I'd appreciate you getting in touch with us.
OK, sure.
Are you crazy? You could've had us arrested.
No, no. You can't blame this on me.
I didn't know he'd break in or... What?
Wait a minute. Hold it!
All right, all right.
OK, OK. Yes, I was with a girl.
Yes, the receptionist.
Yes, I lied.
No, I didn't go to Dr. Kutter's.
I knew if I told you you'd get mad.
- (Heavy breathing) - I didn't do anything.
She just showed me around, that's all.
I'm not deserting you.
I just wanted some time for myself.
Look, I've helped with everything so far, haven't I?
Killing Lifflander was your idea.
Coming to New York to get the other two was your idea.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Let me finish.
I'm not saying that.
Of course you're right. They deserve what they get.
All I'm saying is it's been your idea every step of the way.
But I've helped you, haven't I?
I'll never desert you, not after all we've been through.
You know that.
We'll always be together.
- (♪ Jazz playing) - Hey, you're finally playing.
Hey, y'all. I don't believe it.
Good to see you.
What the hell are you doing here?
Wait, no. Don't tell me.
It's the first bar you came to, right?
Hi, Casy.
You're really doing New York in style.
First the Bronx and now this place.
Uh, you come here often?
- I don't even drink. - That's obvious.
You're not still upset about this afternoon, are you?
That isn't the half of it.
I'm so messed up about a lot things.
And now this girl I've met.
I don't know what's going on anymore.
Tell you what.
Why don't you and that picnic basket of yours
join me at the back table.
I've got some heavy boozing to do,
and it looks like looks like you could use some good company.
So tell me.
What are you doing, Dwayne Fawles?
- I'm a sorter. - A sort of what?
No, a letter sorter. I sort mail.
You're a mailman?
That's crazy.
There's something else I've been dying to ask you.
What's in the basket?
- My brother. - Your brother!
- What is he, a midget? - No, we're twins.
Siamese twins.
That's funny, you don't look Oriental.
So what happened, somebody shrink him?
No, he's deformed.
A freak. He looks like a squashed octopus.
Our mother died giving birth to us.
He was attached to my right side.
They wouldn't let us go to school or anything.
They kept us hidden. We were the big family secret.
Everybody hated us except our aunt.
You see, he likes the dark. Doesn't like to be seen.
Not even by me sometimes. And you know what else?
He talks to me. Up here.
Without words. I just hear him whispering in my brain.
Sometimes he talks for hours and won't shut up.
I used to be able to talk to him like that.
But that's when we were still connected.
Our aunt said it was our special gift.
But since we've been separated, I can't do it anymore.
But he can still do it to me.
In fact, he's even better at it now.
He always knows when I'm thinking.
Dwayne, you're giving me the creeps.
They didn't want him to live.
But he fooled them. He didn't die.
He just got stronger.
Oh, if you knew what it was like.
Dwayne and I kept hidden from everyone.
We're both of us so messed up.
I don't know which one of us is worse.
(Distorted) Dwayne. Dwayne?
No, no! God, no.
I don't even want it in the house.
It should be dead instead of my wife.
How could you let it be born?
Why didn't you kill it before it killed her?
And then, after they tell me my wife died,
after they tell me my child is a twisted lump of flesh,
then she tells me I need two names for it.
One for the child, and one for the monster,
as if I had two sons instead one freak.
It killed its own mother!
- You want a name for it? - (Baby crying)
A murderer!
- The boy is how old now, 12? - You mean boys.
- There are two of them. - Boys.
Yes, of course.
They're upstairs.
And just how long have you actually tutored the child?
Children.
I've been with them since they were born.
As their aunt, I'm sure you're doing
what you think best.
I've got a copy of your teaching certificate
as well as the school board's report.
However, the state does have final say,
and I must examine the boy for myself
before any tutoring can replace proper schooling.
Now, you do understand.
Now if I may be blunt, can't they...
Couldn't they have an operation?
It's not that simple.
I think we should discuss this downstairs.
(Man 1) No, no. I think we're making a big mistake.
We're rushing things. We shouldn't even be here.
Where's the boy now?
(Man 2) He's upstairs in bed asleep.
(Man 1) We need time to think this over.
Talk it over.
(Man 2) We don't have time.
It must be done now, while my sister-in-law is away.
(Man 1) I'm not sure. I've got second thoughts.
(Father) Bullshit, second thoughts.
I've had 12 years of doctor's second thoughts.
(Doctor) I don't know, I just don't know.
(Father) You'd sure know if it were your own son
- we were talking about. - (Doctor) OK, OK.
You understand that if we separate
the deformity from Dwayne then it'll probably die.
(Father) It's better off dead.
What kind of life would it have the way it is?
We're talking about your child.
Child?
Dwayne is my child, not that other thing.
All I want is Dwayne to be normal.
It's too late to change the other one.
- Just cut Dwayne from it. - I don't know. I don't know!
The hospital says no. Every doctor I've asked says no.
You two may be my last hope.
I don't know who you are,
or where Lifflander found you and I don't care.
No questions asked. Just separate them.
He's right, of course.
The boy should have a chance at a normal life.
They don't share organs or bone, just tissue and flesh.
If the operation is successful
the most Dwayne would have is a nasty scar.
And the other one?
Doctor, I'm not even sure it's human.
(Gasping for air)
No, God, no. Help, help. No!
- Stop fighting, goddammit. - (Dwayne) Ah!
We're just going into the dining room, boy, now stop it.
This won't hurt, boy. I promise.
- This won't hurt. - Help, help!
No, no.
- Dwayne, hold still. - Ah!
No, no!
We're only trying to help you.
- You've got to hold him still. - Goddammit.
- No, ah! - (Kutter) Hold his arms.
- Goddammit, help. - (Kutter) Hold still.
No! God, no! Help!
- Owww! - (Kutter) Hold him, hold him.
That's it.
Argh!
This is not going to work if he's squirming around.
- Hold him still. - (Kutter) Hold him.
Look, I've got it. Hold on.
All right, all right.
(Screams)
Is that you, Belial?
Where?
I'm coming.
(Hammering)
- Dwayne? - (Sawing)
(Electric saw)
- Dwayne? - (Wood falling)
Goddammit, Dwayne, if that's you down there,
you better answer me.
Dwayne?
Argh!
(Electric saw turns on)
(Screams)
It's all right now.
Everyone's gone. The police have left.
They could find no evidence of who killed your father.
Nor do they have any idea what killed him.
Dr. Lifflander said that he performed
an emergency operation
on your brother and that he died and was removed from your side.
I'm not going to ask you what really happened.
I know that you and your brother have gone through hell.
Everyone thinks Belial is dead now, and we'll let them.
It's safer that way.
But I'm here now to take care you.
Both of you.
"Art thou afraid?
"No, Monster, not I.
"Be not afraid the isle is full of noises,
"sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
"Sometimes a thousand tangling instruments
"will hum about mine ears.
"And sometimes voices,
"that if I then had waked after long sleep,
"will make me sleep again.
"And then in dreaming
"the clouds we thought would open
"and show riches ready to drop upon me
"that when I waked, I cried to dream again."
Dwayne.
That's your room...
Yeah, but you're going home first.
No, no. You first.
Oh, all right.
Now yours.
I'm OK, really.
Yeah, I know. Give me your keys.
I can do it myself.
I'm fine. Really.
- I'm really OK. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- See? I'm all right. - Are you sure?
- 100%. - OK, baby.
Come on.
Whoops.
Almost forgot him.
(Heavy breathing)
(Screams)
Help! Help!
There's something in my room!
Out!
I don't know what it is. It's going to kill me.
(Panting and screaming) In there... Nothing else...
(Screams) There's something in my room!
(Screaming)
I'm not going back in there. I can't even go back in there.
(Woman) You stay with me tonight.
I want you to stay with me.
Sleep on my couch.
Whatever was in there, is gone.
- No. - It's all right.
You're going to stay with me tonight.
- I'm glad somebody's going... - All right!
Get back to your rooms. Come on!
This ain't a goddamn subway station.
(Indistinct chatter)
This isn't a hotel, it's a nuthouse.
Come on, let's get this over with.
She's a vet. An animal doctor.
Mr. White?
It's the last door at the end of the hall.
So tell me about your cat.
You said on the phone he's badly cut.
Yes. On his side.
OK. Let's take him into the next room.
Just sit him there on the table.
Well then, let's take a look at him.
- Only it's not a cat. - I thought you said...
And I think I should explain how he got his cut
before you see him.
Another vet, Doctor Lifflander,
operated on him upstate unsuccessfully.
- Doctor Lifflander. - Yes. You know him?
Ah, yes. I see.
I'm beginning to understand now.
You're that kid Needleman warned me about.
The Bradley boy. The freak we separated.
What a pleasant surprise after all these years.
You seemed to have gone
to a great deal of trouble to find me.
The question is why?
I would assume it's to thank me?
To thank you?
Well, after all, I made you normal, didn't I?
- You did it to kill my brother. - Oh, dear. Hostility.
You've got two seconds to haul your ass out of my office.
I'm not going to be threatened by some adolescent punk
with a smoldering grudge unless you've grown something else
you want cut off.
What's in the basket?
(Screams)
Doctor? Dr. Kutter, are you all right?
Open the door!
Doctor! Dr. Kutter! Are you all right in there?
Dr. Kutter! Open the door! Dr. Kutter!
Oh, God, Dwayne, something awful happened.
What? Tell me.
I've been with the police all morning.
- The police? - Dr. Needleman's been murdered.
They found his body sometime last night.
They don't think that you...
Oh, no, of course not.
But it's so awful, and I'm still shaky.
I mean, I didn't like the man,
but God, Dwayne, someone killing him.
I'm a wreck.
I need to be with someone. I don't want to be alone.
I want to be with you, Dwayne.
I don't know why.
Especially after the way you acted yesterday,
but I just...
You're the first person I thought of.
The only person I thought of.
Please, don't cry. It's all right, really.
Come on. Come on upstairs.
It's awful.
They wanted me to identify the body
until they saw how badly I was taking it.
I don't understand why I'm this upset.
I just am.
And I don't know why I've been thinking of you,
but it's all I did.
I've been thinking of you all day.
Oh, God, Dwayne.
Take me, Dwayne.
(Screams)
Dwayne, let me up. Let me up.
Dwayne, let me up. Let me up, Dwayne.
Dwayne, let me up!
Dwayne, let's go.
Dwayne, open up.
What's happening in there? Open up.
Dwayne, open up.
What are you trying to do to me?
- Go away. - Let me in.
Dwayne, let me in.
It will never work.
Damn you. Damn you.
Dwayne, talk to me, please.
Damn you, damn you, damn you.
God damn. Why?
Dwayne!
Ah...
No. No.
Never again.
She was good. She was good.
She wasn't one of them.
Why her? Because I wanted her,
and she wanted me. What's wrong with you?
No, I'll never let you out of here. No.
No, I won't have it.
Just because you can't, doesn't mean I shouldn't.
No, Goddammit. Damn you to hell.
Is this what I have to worry about every time
I find a girl I like?
You climbing on top of her?
If I ever get my hands on you again, I'll kill you.
I swear to God, I'll kill you.
First girl I ever kissed, you destroy her.
(Woman) I hear screaming. I don't know what's going on.
(Dwayne) Damn you.
Get out of here!
No!
Jesus Christ!
Ah!
Oh. What's that?
Oh girls, look at that. What is that?
Oh no.
(Indistinct chatter)
Hey, are you OK up there?
(Indistinct chatter)