Alarm Page #9

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is awful,

but we'll get through it, Molly.

- That's how you did it,

yes, yes!

That's how you did it, Mal,

every time.

lt was the panic button,

wasn't it?

Once you knew l was asleep,

you just had to reach out.

- [grunting]

[alarm trilling]

- Oh, for Christ's sake.

l can just go down

and disarm it.

- And l can press it again.

You turn off the alarm,

and l'll keep turning it on.

- Not without the key you can't.

Molly.

Give me the key, please.

This is just-

Why would l want to hurt you?

All these terrible things,

there's nothing connected.

lt's just random, baby.

lt's all random.

lf you give me the key,

you can lock yourself in,

and l'll leave you alone.

We'll get some sleep,

and we'll talk about it

in the morning.

Come on, baby, give me the key.

Give me the key!

- Okay.

Okay, just let me go.

Let go!

- Okay, okay.

[alarm continues]

Come on, give me the key.

Give me the key.

Oh, Jesus, Molly.

lf you only knew how much

l wanted you right now.

[screaming]

thud!

[frantic music]

- Hello?

Hello, is there anybody

in there?

lf there's anybody here,

will they please answer?

lf nobody speaks, we are

going to have to enter forcibly.

- Hello, Molly, it's Jess.

This is me ringing your number.

Will you pick up if you can?

- Molly, what's going on?

- This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my home.

- Someone do something!

- lf there's anybody there that

can communicate in any way,

this is your last chance.

- This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my home.

This is my-

[crashing]

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