Before Someone Gets Hurt Page #5

- F*** you.

- Hey! Hey!

Jamie, stop it!

Come on, man!

Look, we're all f***ing scared

and stressed out right now,

but we need to stay calm.

We're being systematically

killed off,

- and you're the one...

- Okay, I that's enough.

I said back off!

Look, we got to

stick together guys.

All right?

This is f***ed up,

but we can't let this warp

what we know to be true.

We know each other.

Stacy, do you anything

about who or what is doing this?

Okay, Billy?

Well, I'm with Stacy.

I don't think it's human.

Well, whatever it is,

it's not any of us, okay?

So we just need to stop misusing

our energy and pointing fingers,

and focus on what's

f***ing important right now:

just staying

the f*** alive, okay?

Stay alive, stop misusing

our energy.

How's she doing?

[laughs]

Yeah.

[sighs]

I wish you would've

had my back more.

What are you talking about?

When?

In this life.

Billy, come on.

I'm your little brother.

I've never let anything bad

happen to you. Right?

[lighter clicks]

[Gary]

Is that algorithm working?

Yeah, it is,

but I only have like five

minutes left of battery power.

[Gary]

Oh, man.

Billy...

What?

It's a total of 50,048.

How do you know that?

It's a total number of people

since Christ was crucified

who were murdered,

and have the same ancient

Hebrew numbers on their wrists,

including Alison.

But I thought all those

photos were classified,

and had those black bars

covering them.

And how about all

the people that died

before cameras

even existed?

I hacked into NASA

and redirected rockets

when I was 14 years old.

- Thought they were just droids.

- They were rockets.

Wait, so 50,000 people

have been killed

with the same numbers

on their wrists,

and no one's

ever heard about it?

In the last 2,000 years,

five billion have been murdered.

Fifty-nine thousand is

one thousandth of one percent.

That's less than

five people a year.

That's not enough

to draw attention to it

as a serial situation

for either the numbers

on the wrist,

or for them all

being kids of priests.

God told Abraham

to sacrifice his son Isaac.

When he was about to do it,

God said,

"Stop, the fact that you were

willing is enough."

Novum is actually doing it.

Alison was 59,048.

They need one more

to get to 59,049.

Why is fifty thousand,

whatever,

the number of people

they need to kill?

It's nine to the fifth power.

The Kabbalah says

that the demonic number is two,

the Jehovah's number is seven,

seven and two is nine.

This number keeps coming up.

The ultimate demonic

number is nine.

And they believe that there

are five angels of death

to make up

the demonic order.

So, nine to the fifth power.

Okay.

And what does any of this

have to do with Billy?

Look.

Even if I could,

you'd still want to bring

a baby in this world?

Of course.

There's so much evil.

Why would you want to expose

a sweet, innocent soul to that?

That's why we

absolutely must

bring sweet, innocent souls

to this world.

Until that's the only thing

the world knows.

That's a beautiful

thing to believe.

With all my heart.

That's just

what I love you with.

All my heart.

And our little...

African, or...

- [laughs]

- ...Chinese, or Colombian,

or New Jersey-an son or daughter

will be the perfect soul for us.

[sniffles]

Well, it depends on what part

of New Jersey, but I hear you.

[Gary] The demonic number is two.

The Jehovah's number is seven.

Seven and two is nine.

Demonic number is two.

The Jehovah's number is seven.

Seven and two is nine.

The demonic number is two,

the Jehovah's number is seven.

Seven and two is nine.

The demonic number is two,

the Jehovah's number is seven.

[Gary on walkie-talkie]

Tim, can you come here, please?

There's something

you need to see.

Yeah, I'm here, Gary.

[laughs]

Can you just tell me

what it is?

I'm kind of in the middle

of something.

[Gary] I can't.

It's something you need

to see with your own eyes.

We should go.

Okay, we're coming.

[sighs]

[beeps]

Gary?

Gary?

What the... Gary?

Gary?

What the...?

Goddamn it.

[device beeps]

[beeps]

[pounding on door]

[Stacy]

Why won't you let us go?

Let us out, please!

What do you want from us?

Oh, sh*t.

[sobbing and whimpering]

[jiggling doorknob]

Let us go.

Why can't you...?

Why won't you let us go?

No!

Open!

No.

Stacy, Stacy, Stacy...

Baby, we should be

the ones to leave.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

Come here, come here.

It's okay, it's okay.

Come here.

It's going to be okay.

We're going to be okay.

We're going to be okay.

[whispering]

We're going to be okay.

[grunts]

Jamie! Jamie! No!

- [Stacy] Oh, God!

- F***ing no!

I knew it was you all along.

Jamie, no!

No, no, no, please.

I'm going to end this now.

Jamie, listen to me,

listen, listen...

- Jamie, you don't understand.

- Jamie, Jamie, stop it.

- Let's talk about this.

- I don't want to die.

Jamie, no. No.

- [Stacy] Jamie, it's not...

- [Tim] No!

- Jamie!

- Jamie!

- [Billy] Jamie...

- No!

Jamie, Jamie...

[all grunting]

Jamie, stop it! No!

- Stop it!

- [Stacy] Tim, pull it!

I'm pulling! Stop!

[all yelling]

I can't stop it!

Take me!

No!

- No!

- [Tim] Jamie...

[Billy]

No! No! No!

[Stacy]

Jamie!

Oh, God.

[Billy]

Jamie!

- No, no, no.

- [Stacy] Oh, God.

- No!

- [Stacy] Billy...

Take me!

- The door...

- Tim, the door.

Let's go, let's go!

Take me!

Billy? Billy!

Billy, come on!

Billy, let's go! Billy!

[Stacy]

No! No, no, no...

- Billy!

- No, baby, stop!

Stacy! Stacy!

Stacy...

Billy.

No! No! No! No!

Billy!

Billy! Billy!

[panting]

Come on.

[sobbing]

Billy!

Someone help!

So, is she going to be okay?

She's going to be fine.

She has a very minor

concussion,

a couple of bumps

and bruises.

She was very lucky.

[exhales and laughs]

Hey, did you know

you're pregnant?

That's impossible.

I can't have children.

You can,

and you're going to,

and the two of you are going

to be right as rain.

[Tim laughs]

I mean, what do we know?

Do we know if it's

a boy or a girl?

[doctor] It'll probably take

a couple of weeks

- until we can determine the sex.

- It's a boy.

How do you...

how do you know that?

[doctor] Well, listen,

she needs some rest.

- She's been through a lot.

- [Tim] Yeah.

[doctor] Both of you have been

through a great deal.

All I can say

is congratulations,

and best of luck

to both of you.

[cell phone chimes]

[theme music playing]

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Yeah, you got it all

Got what you need

Guess you need it all

Hey, tell me what you want

You can't have it free

But how much you want?

How much you need?

I don't give a f***

What you're f***ing with

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