Cats Kill Page #4
- Year:
- 2017
- 73 min
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This is all my fault.
- It's fine.
- No, you're all
tense, I can feel it.
Let me just work out a
few of those knots, okay?
This was dumb.
- It wasn't all dumb, it just--
- Shh, baby, let me finish.
This was dumb.
We don't need to kill anyone.
We really don't.
So why don't you go
back, pick up Stephen,
and we'll meet up at your place.
And I'll pick up another
bottle of Rumple Minze.
No Mickey's this time,
unless you want one.
- Sounds like a plan.
(ominous droning music)
(squishing)
- But first, you need to rest
so you can go pick up Stephen
and have energy
to party tonight.
'Cause it's gonna
be a wild party.
(ominous music)
- [Alana] I really don't
wanna drive back at night.
- [Rikki] I could drive.
Seriously.
- [Liz] I don't think
that's a good idea, Rikki.
- You're not driving.
- I guess I have
been through a lot.
- Ron will be back soon.
- [Rikki] And if he isn't?
- I don't even want
to think about that.
- It's been hours.
(phone buzzes)
(car approaches)
- See?
- Finally.
- F***, is that Jim?
- It could be Ben.
- Honestly, though, who is Ben?
- You're right.
Okay, go inside and help Rikki
do something about Stephen.
I'll handle Jim, all right?
- Okay.
- Okay.
- Maybe we should tell
Jim about what happened.
He's not a bad guy.
- Maybe we should, but I just
don't wanna surprise him.
He could freak.
- Good point.
- Yeah, okay.
- Okay.
- Evening.
Thought you might be
needing some more firewood.
- Hey, Jim, how are you?
- I'm doing well, thanks.
Things been going good up here?
- Yeah, totally.
Things are great.
- You guys go skiing?
- Not today.
- I figured you'd just be
getting back from the slopes,
looking to warm your
feet by a nice fire.
- That's so nice.
Thanks, Jim.
- You're very welcome.
- You know what though?
We didn't end up
using much firewood,
so we have plenty already.
- Now, how's that?
You barely had
any to begin with.
- We bundled up.
Lots of blankets.
- But it's been freezing.
- We like it, it's like camping.
- Whatever floats
your boat, I guess.
I'm sure you'd
prefer a warm fire.
It's what weekends like
this are all about.
- Thanks, Jim, but
we're good, really.
- That's disappointing.
At least let me
give you the wood.
I came all this way.
- Okay, if you insist.
You can just leave it
right on the porch.
- Sure.
Is everything okay, Alana?
- Yeah, definitely.
Sad to go tomorrow.
- It was Alana, right?
- Yep, mhm.
- Can I please bring
these all the way inside?
It'll save you a whole
bunch of trouble.
- Yeah, please.
You were nice enough to
bring us all the wood.
The least we could do is bring
what we need of it inside.
- It's really no trouble.
I want to check
the water anyway.
- Please, Jim.
- [Jim] Don't worry about it.
- Don't!
Rikki!
- I had to.
If he saw Stephen, we'd
be more than f***ed.
- [Alana] How is
this any better?
We need to get out of here.
We can't just leave
these guys lying around.
- [Liz] Can you think of a
better option right now, Alana?
- I'm getting my sh*t!
- I do not wanna be
here when Jim wakes up.
Sh*t, this is not good.
We didn't f***ing do anything.
- We didn't do anything--
- Guys.
- But Rikki definitely did.
And then Ron's gonna
come back eventually
with Ben or whoever--
- And then what?
What about Jim?
- Guys?
- I don't know,
Alana, what about him?
- My name's on the
rental agreement.
You think he's just
gonna let this go?
- Maybe.
- Guys.
- What?
- What?
- He's gone.
- Who?
- What are you talking about?
(laughing)
(honking horn)
(pulsating electronic music)
- Oh my God.
Ron, buddy.
Wake up, man.
Come on, we gotta go.
Dude, those chicks are crazy.
Ron?
Dude, dude, wake up man?
Ron.
What the f***?
Ron.
Ron, man, wake up.
Ron, man, wake up.
Wake up, dude.
Ron, wake up.
(crying)
- Come on.
- Are you sure
we got everything?
- Yes.
- I think so.
- Okay.
There's no trace we
did any drugs, right?
Or anything else illegal?
- Let's just go.
- We'll get back to the
city in three hours.
We should probably
call a lawyer.
- Jake's a lawyer.
- A real lawyer.
- This is so f***ed.
So much for our fun weekend.
- Really, Rikki, that's
what you're worried about?
- And that.
- [Liz] F***, are
you out of gas?
- No, I'm not out of gas, Liz.
Where's my phone?
I just had it.
- [Liz] I can't
find mine either.
- [Rikki] F***, mine's gone too.
- [Alana] Okay,
something's wrong.
- [Liz] The battery's dead.
- [Rikki] Where are our phones?
Do you have jumper cables?
- Jumper cables?
You need another car for that.
- [Rikki] I'm just trying
to help.
- Alana.
- Why isn't the door opening?
- Alana.
- What?
- Look.
Don't do it, Alana.
She can't get in.
- [Rikki] Open the door.
- Hey, girls, are you
enjoying your trip?
- Can I help you?
- Oh my gosh, I didn't
mean to scare you.
I'm so sorry.
I just wanted to make sure
you guys were okay up here.
- What do you want?
Money, our clothes?
- You don't like my outfit?
Shucks, I wore this special
because I wanted to impress you.
Hey!
Where are you going?
Bam.
You know, some people
can just be so impatient.
Lock your wrists together.
- [Liz] Somebody help me!
Help me!
(phones beeping)
F***!
Oh f***.
- Look at all these phones.
I actually just got a new one.
My friend, she looks a
lot like your friend.
- Anything, just say it, please.
I didn't do anything.
- What did you think of Ron?
- What?
- Was he any good?
I mean, he's not bad.
He's got a few signature moves.
- I'm so sorry.
I'm really sorry.
I had no idea.
- He was weak though.
He always overthinks it.
Never really let
himself go, you know?
Lose control.
This one is called Salty Tears.
Electrifying.
And this one's called
Flamingo's Dream.
What's your dream, honey?
(gunshot banging)
(moaning)
We don't wanna
wake the neighbors.
- There aren't any.
- Well, if you won't
tell me your dream,
what's your favorite color?
Wait, what's your name?
I never got it.
(gun cocking)
What is your name?
- Elizabeth Park.
- Well, Elizabeth Park.
Elizabeth, that is
downright regal.
Like royalty.
Are you royalty?
- Please don't do this.
- Are you a princess?
You're a princess.
What's your favorite
color, Princess Liz?
If I had to guess, I would
say you're a pink princess.
(sniffs heavily)
(crying)
Perfect.
This shed's a little drab.
(squishing)
(shouting)
Oh, you tiger you.
Maybe orange would
suit you better.
Nope, Flamingo's Dream's
gonna have to do.
That's a nice
orange second coat.
- Please!
(somber electronic music)
- Okay, okay
- I love you.
- [Alana] I love you too.
Okay.
- You're my best friend.
- Okay, one, two, three.
- [Alana And Rikki] Help!
- [Alana] One, two, three.
Help!
- More.
- Okay.
- [Rikki] More.
- You got it, Rikki.
- Okay.
Okay, I almost can reach it.
- [Alana] Okay.
- [Rikki] I got it, I got it.
- You gotta try
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