Cell Page #2
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- Year:
- 2016
- 98 min
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( snarling )
- ( groans )
- ( screams ) Sh*t!
Sh*t! Come on!
Come on!
( snarling )
Come on! Run!
( grunts )
Come on, man.
Come on.
( growling )
Come on!
Give me your hand.
Give me your hand.
Come on. Come on.
( growling )
The Dumpster.
The Dumpster.
I got it.
I got it.
( shouting )
Go. Go.
Hold it.
Clay:
I know her.
- Okay, what floor?
- Two.
Okay, go. Go.
- ( dog barking )
- Sh*t, hurry up!
Hurry up.
Yeah, dead.
( cat meows )
Think it's safe to text?
I'm out of juice.
I've got to text my family,
see if they're okay.
Can I borrow
your phone, please?
( beeps )
( chimes )
It's all jumbled up.
Scrambled.
Why don't you stick
my phone in the freezer?
It makes the battery
last longer.
Probably need it
to check the signal.
If we don't make any calls,
it should last for a few days.
You draw all these?
- Yeah.
My graphic novel.
Tom:
I was thinking about
that poor kid
down in the tunnel.
DJ...
Liquid?
God damn.
You know,
if we're going to survive
this, whatever it is,
people are gonna
have to put aside
their finer sensibilities.
If they can't,
they're gonna die.
( pounding on door )
Woman:
Hello?
- She sound normal?
- Hello?
- Please, someone be there.
- Are you normal?
What do you think?
Open the damn door.
( panting )
- Okay.
- I live upstairs.
Yeah, I've seen you before.
I'm Clay.
- Tom.
- I'm Alice.
I think you guys
should close the blinds.
I don't think that's smart.
You guys should
close the blinds.
I don't think it's gonna
be good if somebody sees
us in here.
Tom, you close them.
See, he's closing them.
- Are you hurt?
- What do you mean,
am I hurt?
Are you physically injured?
Can I help you?
( crying )
I killed my mom.
I killed my mom.
I want to get out
of this dress because
it really smells.
Like blood and sweat
and my mom's perfume.
My girlfriend
might have left some jeans.
I think they'd
just about fit you.
And I have pajamas.
I have plenty of pajamas.
Okay?
Yeah, I'm just tired.
Here, do you want
to maybe...
There's still
some hot water if you
want to take a shower.
Uh-huh, okay.
Thank you.
( purring )
Clay:
Listen, Tom,
I'm gonna head north
to Kent Pond in the morning
as soon as it gets light.
probably come with me.
Clay, I'm really sorry
about your family.
Don't be sorry
because there's nothing
My kid had a cell phone,
but he never made calls.
He just texted, you know?
Liked games.
But my wife,
she had one and I called her
right before it happened.
When I met you.
So I don't know
if she was on it.
I just want you
to know I'm real glad
I ran into you today, Tom.
( door opens )
You okay?
Oh, um, I found
these in your pocket.
Hope you don't mind.
No, no, no, no.
Here, maybe
drink something.
- No.
- Do you want
something to eat?
No.
If you guys go somewhere,
can I come with you?
Hoping you'd say that.
Clay:
Definitely.
Yeah.
I'm gonna try
and get some rest now.
Yeah, we'll be here.
Yeah.
So...
some kind
of terrorist attack
or some sh*t,
do you think?
I don't know, man.
Well, whoever it was,
us three are like bugs
who had the dumb luck
to avoid the stomp
of the giant's foot.
( snarling )
( shouting )
They're like birds.
They're acting like
a flock of birds.
Tom:
Well, I don't like it.
I don't like this flocking
thing at all.
I mean, whatever it is,
I've just got to get
to Kent Pond
and find out
about my wife and son.
If you guys
don't want to come,
I totally get it.
( growling )
- ( snarling )
( dog barking )
Hold up.
Hold up.
- Oh, sh*t.
- What?
- I don't know.
- Should we go back?
- ( roaring )
Woman:
Oh, my God!
Help me!
Help me!
- ( man groaning )
- Oh, Jesus.
- ( cracking, tearing )
- ( man screaming ) Oh, God!
- Should we help them?
- No, no, no, no.
- Nothing we can do.
- We go back or we go
right now.
No, go, go, go.
They're not looking.
- They're not looking.
Go, go.
- Go.
Tom:
Where they all go?
Clay:
Maybe we got lucky
and they all dropped off,
you know,
when they lost the signal
like at the train station.
Tom. Tom.
Always considered
myself a pacifist,
but I wouldn't mind
Um, guys.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
Clay:
I go in with
my hands raised
and just say
I want to talk.
Maybe ring the doorbell.
What's the worst that
can happen?
I'm a black man
with a crowbar.
I'm not walking
over there.
Okay, how about
that one?
Oh, that makes
all the difference
in the world.
( clatters )
Oh, my God.
Oh, my.
Why don't you
take care of Alice?
I'll get what we came for.
Here, take this.
Uh-uh.
( c*cks gun )
- What?
- Look at you.
Yeah, basic training.
You never forget.
Grab some ammo.
Clay:
How do you load
these things?
You guys,
there's someone
out here.
What?
He's by himself.
Close 'em.
Close the drapes.
Hey, are you okay?
Hello.
Hello.
Kid.
- ( barking )
- ( snarling )
Clay:
Oh, sh*t.
I guess they don't
all travel in flock--
( growling, snarling )
( gunshot )
( panting )
( panting )
( cracks )
F*** this.
( gunshots )
Let's go.
Let's go.
( clicking, screeching )
( whispers )
What the hell?
Tom:
Well, it looks like
when the sun goes down
they're programmed
to pack it in.
It was like they all
did it together.
Like it was an automated
response or something.
You know what I don't get
is how they all knew
exactly where
we were that fast.
I mean, it's not like they
were watching us or anything.
Not with their own
eyes anyway.
Not with their own--
so you're saying
when that kid saw us,
they all saw us?
How else do you
explain it?
- So now they're psychic?
- Telepathic.
Like maybe the pulse
flows through them
like they're this big,
organic, you know, network.
Alice:
Like a hive mind.
( chuckles )
Yeah.
Clay:
You got anything better?
Tom:
What makes you think
they're still there?
I mean, no matter what
or how it went down,
don't you think
they might have bailed?
Clay:
If they're safe, they would
have left a message.
Lost most of my money
in the great collapse
of '08.
And I lost my emotional
stability in the great
divorce of '09.
( chuckles )
You know, at the time,
I thought that was
the end of the world.
- Whoa, what is that?
- You hear that?
- Yeah.
It's music.
Greetings, gentlemen.
Miss.
Welcome to Gaiten Academy.
If you folks need a place
to stay for the night,
we have plenty of rooms.
The boys who didn't have
cell phones have all run off.
The ones
who did have them--
Oh, we know about that.
I'm Jordan.
I'm a scholarship boy.
- I lived in Holloway.
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