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cops and take the risk.

Last time I checked cops

were filed under authorities.

Use your head for once in

your perfect little life.

Okay, okay, Jules.

Marty's right.

We all have to calm down.

Oh, that's fine for you, Brie,

you're not the one in a f***ing box.

My box is damp.

It's leaking,

there's water in the bottom.

I'm laying in a few

centimeters of water.

Um, I can't hear much but I don't know,

I could be in a sewer.

I think I'm floating.

Okay, good.

Either way, I'm definitely

not out in the open.

[Stu]

Yeah, me too.

All I can smell is fresh varnish

and the timber of the box.

I can't hear anything, it's dead quiet.

As I said, I'm covered in

petrol, it really stings,

and it smells, um,

I don't think I'm buried.

[muttering]

Maybe this is some sort of satanic cult.

Focus, people.

Marty?

[Marty]

All I know is, I'm in a box.

There's something around my feet though.

I can't see what it is, it sort

of disappears underneath me.

[screaming]

Jules?

What's happening?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Hello?

[phone beeping]

The rules have been broken.

So every one must be sacrificed.

Whom should I choose first?

Eenie meenie minnie mo,

who will be the first to go?

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

[beeping]

[frustrated shouting]

[wheezing]

F***.

[screaming]

F*** off.

[yelling]

Little f***ing bastards.

[grunting]

[zipper unzipping]

Oh, that's just lovely.

[computer beeping]

- [knocking]

- [gasps]

I've got a gun.

Who is it?

You don't have a gun, Brie,

it's Gary Hart.

I know what's going on,

I've spoken to Tess.

Thank God you've spoken to her. No

one's been able to get through.

I'm so glad to see you.

Brie.

What the hell's happened?

I mean the last thing I heard

there's a girl's video night here,

and then next thing Tess

is in some box somewhere.

Oh, the warning.

She called before she read the message.

Of course she's going to call

her father, she didn't know.

Now we've lost contact.

Yes, I know,

I've been trying to call her.

Where are your parents?

Dad's cousin's wedding,

they're staying the night.

So where was the real party?

This swish place down by the beach.

But there's nothing there, I checked.

What, nothing, no boxes, or nothing?

Nothing.

Look, I'm sorry,

this wasn't meant to happen.

It was just meant to be a bit of fun.

[grunting]

F***...

[message tone beeping]

[man] Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Who will be the first to go?

Sh*t.

[gravel crunching]

Hello?

Hey, hello?

Hey... Hello, help.

I'm in here.

So what's all this then?

I've been getting them

to tell me where they are.

Like it or not, I'm involved now.

We've already broken two rules so I

better make damn sure it's worth it.

Bring me up to speed.

- Hey, hey.

- [banging]

[gravel crunching]

I'm... hello?

Help, help, I need help.

Come on, please.

[whimpering]

[message tone beeping]

F***.

Hello?

I know you're out there,

help me, help me!

Help, please, help.

[man] Say a last farewell

to one of your friends.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Please, my parents

will pay you, I swear.

I don't care who you are, just help me.

Please, please let me out.

No.

No!

No, no, no.

Let me out, let me out.

[screaming]

Please stop!

[screaming]

- Oh, please.

- [Brie] Oh, God.

[crying]

Oh, God.

[screaming]

No!

[sobbing]

[shouts]

[crying]

[beeping]

Ah, who are they kidding?

[muffled sobs]

[menacing laughter]

[heavy breathing]

Mother f***er.

[pop music on radio]

2-1-7 to Oak Bay, over.

[Nardine]

Yes, Dane, nice music.

Yeah, we have a possible 6-1-1

in progress at Jeffrey's Point.

I am on route to investigate.

You're going to investigate someone

dressed as a police officer?

Sorry, that would be um,

that would be a 6...

6-0-1, I'd like

to request fire services.

[Nardine] Must be

one hell of a stray animal.

Nardine, I see a suspicious fire, okay?

Okay, well, that

would be a 4-0-4.

How 'bout you go check it

out and let me know, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

[sobbing]

[Ms. Halms] Now, luckily, the jammer

I have will send all your calls

and messages through your voice mail.

So I am not denying service,

I am simply diverting.

[message tone beeping]

Yes, Nardine, I've got it, thank you.

Dane's on his way to the fire.

I've got to call Don Challis

and get him down to the station.

Yes.

Oh, man.

Oh, geez, Louise!

[fire crackling]

[screaming]

It was stupid and...

now Ames is dead.

I woke up and called Dad, that's it.

Did you see her burn?

Stop it, Jules.

I called Dad before I got the message,

what do you want me to say?

[wheezing sobs]

The fact is, Ames is dead

and it's your fault.

I mean the one person who

shouldn't have been called,

both a cop and a parent.

She wasn't to know, I mean...

[shivering]

...her first reaction

was to call her dad.

Well, now we're all f***ed.

What's Hart going to do anyway?

- Is this is?

- Yeah.

It was attached to your phone line.

Looks like there are three cameras,

one in the vent in the living room,

one facing out the front of the house,

and this one here, in your bedroom.

Are you serious?

It's a god damn body, Nardine.

Somebody's been burned alive.

Sorry, Dane,

could you repeat that please?

[coughing]

I'm about a 100 yards

off Riverside Road,

just before Jeffrey's Point.

I found a body.

Pretty messed up.

Look, I also found

evidence of a fuel can.

The body was in a box or something.

[groans]

Man, it...

it really stinks.

It... may be my daughter.

Oh, Don...

Can I talk to him, please?

- Dane.

- Yeah.

- It's Don Challis here.

- Yeah, Don.

- Where are you?

- Just around Jeffrey's Point.

What do you see?

A box, someone's been burnt alive.

The body?

I don't know, it's burnt

beyond recognition.

Is there, um...

- Is there any jewelery on her?

- I'll check.

A silver bracelet and a

large ring with a gemstone.

Still can't get Marty.

[phone ringing]

Sweetheart, thank God.

It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have.

Sweetheart, it was not your fault, okay?

It was not your fault.

This sick bastard has taped

my inhaler inside my box,

but I can't reach.

Okay, well then slow your breathing.

You've gotta slow down

and calm down, please.

- Okay.

- [phone beeping]

Oh, no.

My cell's almost flat.

[crying]

Please do something,

Dad, I don't wanna die here.

Sweetie, you are not going to die.

I promise, you are not going to die.

Now slow your breathing, good girl.

Now this is what I want you to do,

I want you to hang up,

keep your phone on,

and don't take any calls.

We need you to keep a signal.

Now, I am going to find you

and you're going to be okay.

I love you, sweetie.

I love you, too, Dad.

Yes.

Right, what do we do?

I think we need Ms. Halms.

[grunting and screaming]

[panting]

[heavy breathing]

[message tone beeping]

[man]

I know you're clever,

but are you clever

enough to save them all?

Time's running out.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Sophie.

Sergeant Hart,

it's past four in the morning.

I'm sorry, but I need your help.

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