Eden Lake Page #3

You need blood, Steve,

or you're going to die.

I need to get to town.

I saw power pylons on the way in.

They must lead somewhere.

Look.

Look!

Now you stay hidden...

and you hold on.

You come back.

- Brett, I'm really tired.

- Take a toke on this, you little sh*t!

Come on!

Aaaaaiee! God!

God!

Aaaah! Aaaaah!

Oi, oi, oi! This way, yeah?

Come on!

Unnnngh!

Aaah!

Arrgh!

Aaaah!

Unnngh!

It's OK! It's...

It's me. It's... It's Jenny.

Remember me from the lake?

I just... I need some help.

I want to talk to your mum.

Can you take me to her?

She's working.

But I'm...

I really need to get into town.

Can you please just show me the way?

- Shouldn't we follow the power lines?

- No, this way's quicker.

My mum picks me up down here.

What? Here?

In her car with your bike?

What?

- Have you got a signal here?

- No, just games.

She should be here soon.

- I thought she was working.

- She's finished her shift.

- No signal?

- One bar.

- Adam, I need your phone.

- We shouldn't be here!

- Please!

- Its battery's low!

My mum might need to call me back!

Adam, your mum is coming to get you,

isn't she? Hmm?

Adam, what's going on?

Where have you brought me?

Please, Adam!

Please... just give me the bloody phone!

How now brown cow!

She's awake!

Brett, she's f***ing awake!

Mark, you f***ing p*ssy!

You didn't hit her hard enough!

Oh, f***!

We found him.

- Brett, we can't do this! She's alive!

- And he's dead.

We did him.

Paige has got you all having a dig.

It's on her phone. No ballsing out now,

lads. No backing down.

Oh, Jesus...

- Paige, get filming. Come here.

- Oh, f*** it!

Look at me, man. Wanna be in our gang?

Prove yourself, then.

No, please...!

Adam, no, please... don't do it!

Please, don't do it! Please...!

Go on. Go on.

- What?

- Listen, you've seen too much.

You either do it now, yeah, or you're next.

Go on, then.

Go on!

No! No-o-o!

Stop!

That f***ing stinks.

F***ing look at that! That was you.

That was f***ing you, not me.

- F***ing you.

- Please...!

F***ing b*tch. Ask her if it's warm.

Is it warm? Say it! Is it warm?

F***ing you do it an' all! Ask her!

- Is it warm? Is it warm?

- Say it! Louder!

Is it warm?

F***ing burn!

Burn, you little b*tch! Go on!

Yeah! F***ing hell! F***ing smile, boy.

You f***ing love it.

Oi, oi!

Go on, then.

Come here, you f***ing sh*t!

You get the f*** back here

or I'll burn him!

Come on! Come on!

Right! Do him!

Help! Jenny, help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Aaargh!

- OK...

- Brett, this way!

She's got the f***ing map!

She knows which way to go.

No, we know which way she's f***ing

going. There's one track into town.

- She won't go far on her foot.

- Look.

What? What does it say?

"Jenny Greengrass and Steve Taylor

attacked. Mark, Brett, Ricky, Cooper."

Sh*t, we're famous, mate!

- You got a match?

- No, mate.

F*** it, then.

When I find that f***ing b*tch,

I'm going to f***ing bury her, mate.

F***ing hell!

Little prick, come on.

Miss...

Uurgh!

I can't stand it...!

No...!

No, no, no!

- We're not going to find her in the dark!

- Yes, we f***ing are! Go on!

Aaaargh!

Brett!

- Paige?

- Brett!

- Brett!

- Paige!

Look at what you've f***ing done!

F***!

You know what, Brett?

F*** this - I'm gone, mate.

What?

No. No, no, no. Paige, phone.

Look! Look, look, look.

Look, look, it's you. That's you.

I didn't want this. I didn't want

to kill him or f***ing burn that lad!

- And I don't want to go to pen.

- Pen?

What do you know about pen?

Have you been inside?

Has your old man been inside?

What the f*** are you crying for,

you f***ing girl?

Who you calling?

Who you calling?

Put that down. Put that...

Put that down. Put it down. Put it down.

Put it down.

- Brett!

- I'll f***ing batter you!

I'll f***ing batter you!

Brett...!

I... told... you... to... put... that... down!

F***er! F***er! F***er! F***er!

Turn it off. Turn it off. Turn it off.

Turn it off! Turn it off,

you f***ing b*tch!

Oh...

- God! Are you OK?

- You've got to help me!

- Please, just get me out of here.

- F***! What's going on?

- They killed my boyfriend!

- All right! All right! Get in the car!

- What happened back there?

- I'm being hunted.

- Hunted? By who?

- A gang. Just get me into town.

- Town's the other way.

- Why the other way?

Me f***ing brother's out here!

- Your brother?

- My little brother. Now I'm worried.

- Oh, no...

- Ricky?

Ricky, are you OK? You ready?

- I'll be there in two ticks. Yeah?

- No, please, stop! Turn around!

- Please, go the other way!

- I will.

F***! They better be OK.

Ricky?

Ricky?

Ricky, you little shite! Where are you?

Little bastard! I've got better things

to do. Mum's worried sick.

This lady says she's been hunted.

You know about this?

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Aaaargh!

Aah!

# Please believe us

We ain't ever gonna be respectable

# Like us, hate us, but you'll... #

Somebody, please help me!

#... respectable, respectable... #

Don't just stand there!

- Get her in the house.

- Come on, then.

- You've been through the wars.

- What happened?

- Come on, give her some air.

- That stings, sorry... Thanks, Tan.

We'll put this down here.

- You're safe now.

- Lots of big ugly men around.

I'm still at Uncle Jon's.

- A woman crashed in, looking like death.

- Mel!

That's a lovely ring. From your fella?

What's that?

Hey, Clyde! Come here! Down! Out!

- You're breaking up. I can't hear you.

- Sorry. He's no good with strangers.

Mel? Mel, what's going on?

What the f***?! That's Reece's van!

- Go on, tell me!

- I'll f***ing kill him!

- Hang on...

- Give me the f***ing phone!

- Get me an ambulance.

- Jon?

Jon, get an ambulance.

Get this lady an ambulance.

- I want the police.

- Eh? No, no, no. Don't worry, love.

You let us do that. Just stay here.

- Ssh. You just sit quiet.

- I'm going to be sick.

I'll get you to the loo. Come on.

Come with me. Come on, love.

In here. Here we go.

Lee Trevitt! Get out!

Sorry about this.

Get out! Go on, love.

Oh, God...

Oh, God. Oh, God...

Open the f***ing door!

Open it up!

Open the f***ing door!

- Is this the lady?

- Yeah.

- You f***ing slag! I'll f***ing kill you!

- Come on, love!

- What's he told you? He's a liar!

- What about the van?!

- They killed Steve!

- Your sick bastard boyfriend!

- Just call the police!

- What good are they to her?

F***!

You want to play with the big boys now?

Eh? Eh?

Jon... Jon...

She killed her little one.

Look at her.

You f***ing look at her now!

- You f***ing keep looking at her.

- They're just children!

Just children! They're just children!

I didn't mean to...

- They started this!

- And we're gonna finish it.

Look, there's dead kids, man.

- The police will ask questions.

- Doesn't mean they'll get any answers.

We look after

our own round here.

- Now... Now take Brett to bed.

- No...

Brett, get upstairs now!

You little bastard!

Get upstairs now.

- Please, don't...!

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