Eden Lake Page #2

Yeah, you're lucky.

You could have broken something.

- Let's just enjoy the weekend.

- Yeah, I'd like that.

Yes?

- You were going to say something?

- No, not a word.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- I thought you were looking at my foot.

- No, wait. No, no!

- You're going in!

- Steve, no!

No!

- Oh, it's f***ing freezing.

- Language!

All right, lazy bones?

It's amazing the stuff you find

at the bottom of the lake.

Steve, where's the beach bag?

It was right here.

I don't believe it.

It's got the car keys in it.

Please, God, don't tell me...

F***!

F***! F***!

Tossers!

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

Jenny, come on.

- Come on.

- No... Let's just leave it.

They've got our car.

Go on, go on. Go on!

F***ing shitting itself! F*** off!

Brett!

Listen... I don't care

what you're up to here.

- I just want my car back.

- It's not us, mate.

Car keys, phone, wallet.

- Not us, mate.

- Steve, come on. Let's leave it.

- You're wearing my shades.

- They're mine, mate.

Your Ray-Ban Aviators?

Fakes, mate.

Yeah, Steve, come on.

Listen... You've had your fun.

Let's just call it quits.

Tell me where the car is.

Keep that animal back.

- Where's my f***ing car?

- I've got no idea, mate.

- Watch that f***ing dog!

- Watch yours!

What did you say?

That's my phone.

- Steve...

- Got the same ringtone as me?

Steve!

Hit him! He's got a f***ing knife!

Bonnie...

Bonnie! Bonnie!

You stuck my dog.

It was an accident. Give me the car keys.

I'll drive her to the vet.

Come on, let's go.

F*** off!

She's... She's f***ing dying.

I'm sorry.

- She's f***ing dying!

- Brett...

- Brett...

- F*** off!

Bonnie, don't die on me. Not you. Bonnie!

Steve...

I've got the car keys. Let's just go.

- Come on!

- Don't die on me, Bonnie!

Come on, Steve!

Bonnie!

Come on, come on.

Get 'em!

F***!

Steve, quick!

Right!

Sh*t!

Go back!

Sh*t!

- Get on to it!

- Jesus Christ!

Come on!

Quick, go back!

Get out the f***ing car!

- Oh, my God, oh, my God!

- F***!

Get out the f***ing car!

Get out the f***ing car!

F***ing prick!

Oh, my God! Sh*t!

- You f***ing b*tch!

- Steve!

I can't see, I can't f***ing see.

I can't see where we're f***ing going!

Jesus Christ!

Sh*t!

Aargh! Oh!

Are you all right? Wait.

Ohhh!

- I can't get...

- I'm stuck! I'm f***ing stuck!

- Wait.

- Jesus!

- I can't get it.

- OK... Listen to me.

- Oh, my God, they're coming!

- Listen to me!

Listen. Go. Find a road. Take this.

- No...

- Go get help! Go!

F***ing kill 'em!

This way, this way, come on!

Brett, it's over here!

F***!

Come over here. I've got the car!

Ugh!

Brett, this is f***ed up!

It's ten f***ing miles into town

in the dark. She's not f***ing Lassie!

Are you watching the road?

No one goes home. You get here now!

Please, let me go. I won't say anything.

Please, let me go.

Listen, Brett,

people know that we're here.

They're going to call the police.

If you let me go, I swear on my life,

I won't tell anyone.

Look, guys, please. We can stop this.

Nobody's died yet.

My f***ing dog died though!

I'm sorry. It was an accident.

There's going to be another accident

when I find that b*tch of yours!

"No one's died."

Wait and see what happens to her

when I f***ing see her!

Get the f*** off me! F***ing little prick!

Let's not be head-loose, right?

- Who are you calling head-loose?

- Let's not be rash.

First phone he sees, 999 -

who's f***ing head-loose?

No, this is rash sh*t, man.

I never touched him.

- What, you didn't touch him?

- No, mate.

You f***ing touch him now then!

Him or me.

You wanna front, you wanna act

like the f***ing big man?

You'll step up now.

All right.

Jesus...

Paige, get this!

- Don't f***ing record it, man.

- Huh?

No, wait.

F***ing wait!

- Go on then.

- F*** you!

No. That's not even a proper cut. Deeper.

Deeper!

Aaaargh!

Aaagh! F***!

All right, now everyone'll have a dig.

Marky Mark?

Jesus!

- Oh, man, I can't f***ing see this!

- Jesus!

Ugh!

- F***'s sake.

- Go on, Mark.

- Aaaagh!

- Jesus Christ, f***ing bollocks.

Ricky Dicky...

Go on.

Sh*t! My shoe!

These are f***ing Gold Tops, man.

Brand-new.

You little fuckwit.

Cooper! Bang on, mate, you're up!

What?

Come on, mate.

Knife.

Paige, keep that phone up.

Right, Coops, everyone has a dig.

Go on then, Cooper.

Let's see your bottle.

Come on, come on. Please.

Brett, I can't.

For f***'s sake, listen!

We're all in this together. Go on.

- He's scared.

- I'm not scared.

Listen. He's heard all of our f***ing

names. Either do it or he's gonna spill.

Go on...

Do it! Cut his f***ing tongue out!

- F***ing hell! That's bloody.

- That's lethal.

- Here you are.

- I can't believe you did that.

Look - it's Tony Montana!

All right. Now we've got to finish this.

Please, please...

Please, please, please.

Please...

What's up?

Bluetooth. She's f***ing here.

Jenny, run! Run!

Come on! Run!

Aargh!

There's the b*tch!

B*tch!

Well, f*** the bikes. Come on!

Ahh!

F***!

Get to the clearing. Guard the f***er.

Right.

Where is she?

Oh, sh*t!

- Brett, he's gone!

- What?

- He's not here!

- Mate, he's cut to f***. Follow the blood.

Come on!

F***'s sake!

Oi! Oi!

- Steve!

- Jenny...

Come on! We've got to get out of here!

Come on...

Come on.

Come on.

This way.

Aargh!

Gently! All right?

- I'm all right.

- That's it.

OK. We're going to clean you up,

all right? We're going to clean you up.

Drink some water.

I'm...

Well done. All right.

Em...

OK, this is going to sting.

OK...

Well done. I know it does sting.

- Oh, sh*t!

- How does it look?

- It looks worse than it is.

- Let me see.

Oh, Jesus! God!

That's black blood. Gut blood.

- I'm f***ing bleeding to death!

- You're not going to die!

I'm not going to let you die! I'm not!

They haven't hit any arteries.

Right. You've just got to stay calm.

Stay calm. You can't go into shock. Deep

breaths, measured breaths. Stay still.

You're going to be all right. You'll be

all right, you'll be OK. I promise.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do.

I thought Africa for a honeymoon.

Beach first, for a rest,

and then safari.

I don't care where we go

as long as I'm with you.

Africa sounds lovely.

I even asked your old man.

Sh*t!

Other side.

Ah... sh*t.

That's him. He's been here.

Find him and drain him

like a f***ing bottle.

- I'm tired, Brett.

- Shut up, shite bag. Is that you?

Is that you, fat lad?

- No, not mine, mate.

- That's a girl's footprint.

Well, she's with him, then.

That f***er can't be far.

He's nearly half f***ing dead. Split up.

Spread out between here and the fence.

All right, come on.

You fat f***!

Get going.

Work off some of that weight, you fat sh*t.

Sorry...

Well done. Let's get your head down.

That's it, that's it. Well done.

Well done.

Steve?

Steve! Steve, please...

I've got to get us out of here. OK?

- I can't move.

- Then I've got to go. OK?

I'm safe here.

They've gone.

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