BrainDead Page #3
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2016
- 44 min
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I come to see you,
You shut the door
In my face.
You built a big wall.
I telephone,
And you don't answer.
Why?
Speak to me.
You don't want
To see me anymore?
It was a mistake.
Sorry.
Good-Bye.
Paquita.
Leave me alone.
I'm sorry.
Leave me alone.
Take your hands
Off her, You creep!
You know what they're saying
About you, Don't you?
You've gone funny
In the head.
A real bloody weirdo.
You touch her again,
And I'll knock you into
The middle of next week.
Hello. Hello.
How's cute little selwyn
There?
Peekaboo.
Peekaboo.
So I said...
Yeah!
Hyperactive.
So, I tackled
This guy, Right?
I brought him down
This real bone cruncher.
And the ball rolls free,
So I scooped it up,
And you know what I did?
I drop-Kicked
From 50 yards out.
Ha ha! God, You
Should have seen it.
Put us 3 points ahead.
Gave us the match.
Fantastic.
Hello, Lionel.
That's quite
A collection Of stiffs You got down there.
And I thought you were
Such a quiet chappie.
Uncle les,
They're not what you think.
Back off, Mate!
Lay a hand on me,
I'll have you
For breakfast.
I'm sorry, Lionel.
If I don't
Report this,
I'll be an accessory
After the fact.
I hope they can keep it
Out of the papers
For your mother's sake.
She always
Hated a scandal.
This is hard
For me, Lionel,
Informing on
Me sister's boy and all.
Of course, If I was
To keep me mouth shut,
I'd be taking
A hell of a risk.
Hey, Put me through
To the police, Please.
Of course,
If I was to, Uh,
Get my fair share
Of vera's estate,
I might be
More inclined
To protect a member
Of the family.
You want the money?
Speak to sergeant bauer.
I'd like to report
A multiple murder.
Yes, I'll wait.
The money and the house.
Blood is thicker
Than water, Lionel.
Yeah, G'day.
Les about?
Hey, You bastard!
Thought
We'd pop over
And take a squish
At your new digs.
Yeah, Mate. Why not?
Rip the skins off
A few brown ones.
Yeah. We'll make
A night of it.
Where are you going?
Just for a walk.
No, Mate. These people
Want a feast.
We'll get a party going.
Let's get
Some snacks, Mate.
You got real-Live
Stiffs here?
Man:
Hey, Les, Let'sStick some real music on.
Oh, Yeah.
Comin' through, Buzzer.
Clear the dance floor.
I don't know
What sort
Of kinky sh*t
You're into,
But I want
Those things buried.
Come on, Babe.
Have a dance.
It's no good asking lionel.
He's nothing
Like his old man.
He was a real stick man.
Used to pull the birds
Like you wouldn't believe.
Don't talk about
My father like that.
Tasty.
You got anything else
That I can, Uh,
Nibble on?
So, You know,
I throw him a dummy,
Fooled him
Completely.
Now, You
Gotta imagine,
This is, Like,
From the sideline.
There are several
Of these big buggers
Coming towards me,
Right?
So what do I do?
L... I put
My head down,
And I shot
To get a touchdown
Right between
The posts. God.
The coach reckons
I'm a dead certain
For the next
Callback trials.
What do you think
About that, Paquita?
With the next bob scott.
Where were you?
A cute little
orita, Eh?
Oh, God. Wait.
Oh, Come on, Now.
Don't be a party pooper.
Come and have a drink.
Oh, I bet you go off
Like a rocket.
Oh! Oh! Little b*tch!
I'll get you!
Where is she?
Aw, You foreign b*tch!
I'll get...
Hello?
Hello?
Paquita!
Paquita.
"Death surrounds him."
Lionel:
They're not...Dead exactly.
They're just...
Sort of rotting.
Nurse McTavish.
Father McGruder.
Your mother!
I don't know what to do,
You know? I...
Don't know how
To stop it.
You must destroy them.
I...
I can't.
Not mum.
That thing
Is not your mother.
Come on, Les.
Join in.
I'll do it.
Aye, What's this?
Her lap bird's
Flying the coop, Is it?
Out of the way!
You're not going
Anywhere, Mate,
Until the house
Papers come through.
Come on, Lionel.
No, You don't!
Come on!
Rrrr! You foreign
Animal b*tch.
Time you and I got
Better acquainted.
Help! Someone!
Please!
For God's sake, Run!
Not so loud, Mate!
B*tch!
Lmadre de dios!
Help us!
Bugger that!
Run, Paquita!
Help!
Help! Help! Help!
Oh, No! Sh*t!
Help! Help!
Please don't kill me.
It's ok. It's me.
That's a nasty plaque
Problem you got there, Mate.
Got a bit of a cavity
There, Mate.
Mandy.
It's me, Rita.
Remember?
Ya mutant
Little sh*t!
You'll be ok.
Let me in!
For christ's sake,
Let me in!
Let me in! Help me!
Help!
Paquita,
We must.
Come on! Help!
Quickly!
There's thousands of them!
What the hell's this?!
Leave her alone.
She's been bitten!
You know
What that means?!
She's gonna turn
Into one of them!
I won't. I won't.
Help me!
You stay out of it!
I know what to do.
She's history.
I've read
The comics!
Total lobotomy!
Dismemberment!
Are you crazy?!
There's no room for
Hysterical women in my unit.
Step right up,
You creepo bastards!
Lionel.
Paquita!
No!
Just as well someone around
Here's got balls, Eh, Girls?
Goddamn little rug rat!
Get out of the way!
Come on, You little maggot!
Where are you,
You little crawler?!
Lionel!
Holy christ. Vera.
Leave me.
Party's over.
Rita?
No!
Now, You just get
Out of here.
What?
Haven't seen mum yet.
Come to mummy,
Lionel.
Come on!
No!
You don't
Scare me, Mum.
All my life...
You told me nothing
But lies.
None of that was true!
You drowned them both,
Mum...
Dad and that blond woman.
You caught them together,
And you killed them,
Didn't you?
How dare you speak
To me like that?
Didn't you?!
Lionel, Help! Quick!
Slut!
Don't you touch her.
No!
No one will ever love you
Like your mother.
No! No!
Such a good boy.
No.
The sign of love
Has cost its toll
The truth foretold
Is now revealed
Its mystery
Our destiny
The stars and moon
The sign of love
Has come at last
Are in the past
It blazes bright
Love's blinding light
Through darkest night
And floods the room
The stars and moon
The sign of love
Our time has come
The stars and moon
Will shine for us
The stars and the moon
Are guiding us
We follow the sign
To perfect love
The sign of love
Our time has come
The stars and moon
Will shine for us
The stars and the moon
Are guiding us
We follow the sign
To perfect love
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