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There's someone out there. They have

knives. They were chasing me.

You almost got me. I bet you pull

that stunt with your father all the time.

I'm telling you the truth.

Have you been drinking?

Are you on drugs?

You need to call the police!

You kids will say anything.

(Clatter)

A friend of yours?

You better stay put.

Don't go out there.

I'm telling you, they have knives!

I've had it With you f***ing kids!

(Sobbing)

Help me.

Christ! Christ! Christ!

You little sh*t.

You little sh*t.

You little sh*t.

Ughl

(Distant screams)

Agh! Aaaagh!

Aargh! Aargh! Aargh!

(Faint clicking sound)

Agh!

All right, Brian?

I've just had Mrs Balham on the phone.

She says Anderson has hit

his own daughter.

She wants me

to take him off the... Whoa!

- I need to find my daughter.

- Right, that's it, you crazy old man!

- Brian, Brian!

- They've killed Sarah.

Of course(!) Explain that

to the police when they get here.

Look at the screen.

Please, just look at the damn screen!

I've already called the police.

They're on their way. Where is this?

That's F Block. It's the art studio.

Wait!

Sarah told me to call the police

when I saw you.

Sarah is dead.

I just spoke to her on the phone.

Then speak to her again.

(Ringing tone)

Mrs Balham...

'I'm sorry. The number you have

dialed is not in service at this time.'

Now, would you help me

find my daughter?

Brian?

Brian, are you reading me, mate?

(Footsteps running)

Kate...

Brian, answer the f***ing radio.

Over.

(Footsteps running)

(He fetches)

No! No!

No... We've got to get out of here!

We've got to get out of here!

Listen to me!

Help me find my daughter!

I always told her to memorise where

the cameras were, so she could be seen.

Just in case.

Kate!

F***'s sake, man, they'll hear you!

Kate!

Who are you?

Please, just leave us alone, yeah?

James, open the door.

Open the damn door!

James... James, please,

just open the door.

Yeah?

Damn you!

(Police siren wailing)

Go round the side of the building

and check everything's OK.

I'll see if I can locate

that waste of space security guard.

Hey, you!

I've got to get out of here.

What's going on?

- You've got to help me get out of here!

- Calm down!

- Let me go! You've got to let me go!

- What's wrong with you?

- You've got to help me get out of here.

- What's going on? I'm warning you!

(Sound of knives sharpening)

Yeah?

You f***ing want some?

(Sharpening sounds intensify)

Kate?

Dad?

I knew you would come.

Oh, my baby!

It's all right.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, my darling.

I'm so sorry.

Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Dad!

Kate...

Kate!

It's all right, my darling.

Shh. It's all right, it's all right.

It's all right, sweetheart.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, my darling.

(She breathes heavily)

It's all right, darling. It's all right.

Don't worry. You just stay calm.

We'll be in a hospital soon.

Yes, darling, it's all right. Don't worry,

I've got you now. I've got you.

Hold on to the car. Lean on the car,

my darling. It's all right.

The car... There's a car there!

- It's all right. Come on.

- Dad, it's Mum's car. Dad!

- Come on now...

- Dad, it's Mum's car!

- Oh, God.

- Oh, please go back.

- Oh, no.

- Dad, you have to go back.

If I don't get you to hospital,

you'll die.

Please, Dad, it's Mum's car though.

No, please!

- No!

- Come on.

No!

No, Dad!

If you do this, I'll hate you for ever.

(Switches on ignition)

Hello?

Is there somebody there?

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