Cruel Summer Page #5

What are you doing?

Hey, this is stupid!

(thuds)

(grunts)

Nick!

What the f*** are you doing?

Get off of him, Nick!

Get the f*** off of him!

(thuds and grunts)

Get the f*** off of him!

F***ing hell.

What the f***?

Oi, what the f***?

Get off him!

What the f*** are you doing?

(thuds)

(grunts)

Get the f*** off him!

For f*** sake!

He's gone.

He's f***ing gone!

- F***!

F***.

Where's he gone?

- [Julia] I don't f***ing know!

- Well get after him, then!

- F***ing hell!

- F***!

(suspenseful atmospheric music)

Julia!

Don't let him get away!

- F***ing hell.

- Shut the f*** up!

I've gotta hide ya.

I'm tryin' to hide ya!

Shut the f*** up!

- Please, please, don't please.

- Shut the f*** up!

- [Nick] Calvin!

- Nick, just leave him.

- I'm sorry, Danny.

I'm sorry.

(sobs) I'm sorry.

(Danny moans and whines)

(dark atmospheric music)

- What are you doing?

Nick.

(Danny moans and whines)

(Danny grunts and sobs)

(Danny grunts and sobs)

(tense atmospheric music)

(Nick grunts)

(Danny groans)

Nick!

Stop it, Nick!

(sharp thuds)

(Nick grunts)

Please, stop it.

Please.

- I can't.

(grunts)

(sharp thud)

(pants)

- [Julia] I'm sorry.

(melancholic piano music)

- He said 11, right?

- Yeah.

He's probably having trouble

taking the tent down.

- I guess.

We could always go

and surprise him.

I've always wanted to know

what this place looked like.

- Boys only.

(Mrs. Evans chuckles)

- [Phone] Hello, your call

cannot be taken at the moment.

So please leave your

message after the tone.

- Answer phone.

- Don't stress,

he'll be back soon.

Fine.

Let's go help him.

(somber piano music)

(somber orchestral music)

(moody piano music)

(moody electronic music)

I hang around with fiends

selling powdered dreams

Yeah

Yo

Man, I hang around

with fiends

selling powdered dreams

Laying down to sleep, it

clicks in and they now believe

Paint lines depicting

victory in strange times

Dreams are unreal and

real at the same time

So I never sleep with the

light on

Embrace that energy that they

hide from

Python's tight grip, wide

fist, life is just a trip

I wanna make the most while I

still can

Real badly seeking

adrenaline

Feel bad never

reaping the benefits

Dumb head buried

deep in the elements

I remain in the flames

and the smoke

Twist around,

I change and evolve

You hung yourself with

that chain that you hold

Blistering heat that came from

the cold

Pick me up, I'm feeling low,

have been since a week ago

I just need some

beats to roll

I sit and hug the

speaker so I'm feeling it

Now we involve in the

freezing cold

Hands are numb,

can't even hold

I'm seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Feeling old, feeling old

Seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Pick me up, I'm feeling low,

have been since a week ago

I just need some

beats to roll

I sit and hug the

speaker so I'm feeling it

Now we involve in the

freezing cold

Hands are numb,

can't even hold

I'm seeming young,

I'm feeling old

Feeling old, feeling old

Seeming young,

I'm feeling old

(somber atmospheric music)

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