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Green Room Page #5
-Werm found out
that she was leaving...
But she didn't say
that it was with you.
"Meat grinder."
That song was their cue.
-You should go.
-Clark:
Here we go.
-This is taking too long.
Gabe?
You didn't want Daniel
on door duty.
Why?
-Nothing concrete, he and...
And Emily...
-Little lovebirds.
Recognize this?
-No, sir.
-Of course not.
leaflets when these boys
made their bones.
It's from last easter.
Supposed to disappear
after the boot party.
-He just started talking.
Amber's alive
saying werm did it.
-Never mind that.
You...
Werm saved us all.
-Sam?
It's okay.
I mean,
it's not okay.
-You didn't know either?
-Pat:
He's with us.-Not where.
-Pat:
We gotta split.
-This has a wider duct, I think.
-Pat:
We're not gonna
fit through there.
Sam:
Oh!-Daniel, um, he can help.
-Why?
Who's he?
-A traitor. If they don't
already know, they know now.
I can get us out of here.
-Wow. A conspiracy.
-No, just a cluster-f***.
-There is still blades
and fangs for the visitors,
but we are getting
lean on time.
Now, if you have
to shoot, shoot once.
If more than once,
keep it a tight grouping
'cause you'll be digging
the slugs out yourself.
As for Daniel and Amber,
they can...
What did we forget?
-There's a river on two sides.
The quarry's on another.
We can parallel
the main road back,
go for help.
-Well, how do we get
past the door?
-I know something you don't.
-Sam:
Good. What?
-I know where we keep--
--too slow.
-Should we go?
Now?
-We have the gun.
I guess.
-Yes.
-Sam:
Yes!
-Give me two.
-Easy! Not her!
--Don't fire!
-Clark:
Fass! Fass!
Fass!
-Sam:
Go!
-Sam!
-Sam!
-F***.
-You know, I'm lucky.
I guessed at least
-Three'll do, gentlemen.
The fourth can disappear.
It's time to start
the clean-up.
I'm gonna need
a push broom.
This is supposed to
have happened already.
Time to sprint.
-All:
Yes, sir.-Darcy:
Well done.
-Thank him.
-Nearly got away
from me. Us.
-Shouldn't we be panicking?
-I'm hungry.
-I can't die here with you.
-So don't.
You know, feel free just to...
Hey, I want the rest
of your pep talk.
-Oh, no.
It no longer applies.
-Oh, come on.
I'm curious.
It was paintballing...
You were cowering...
-Yeah, Rick silva.
We were getting slaughtered
-It totally applies.
-Full camo, thousand-dollar
automatic paintball guns.
They knew real war
and they played real war.
Tactics, hand signals, flanking.
Just wiped us all out.
So Rick gets fed up
and says, "f*** it."
Didn't care
about getting shot.
Didn't care about taking cover.
It was hopeless, man.
So the last match,
the whistle blows,
and he just
tears out there,
full jackass, in--
in sneakers and cut-offs
and he... wipes out
their whole team.
Doesn't stop.
Just keeps running
and laughing and shooting...
Until they're all dead.
-Pretend dead.
And we're up
against real guns.
-Yeah.
Either way,
we can't play real war.
-Let's pretend.
-For you.
We're just mopping up tonight.
Maybe push Neal,
depending on the mess,
to start looking
for a new house band.
back to a routine.
-You think cowcatcher's
gonna talk?
-I'm more worried
about their habits.
Really have to stay away
from that n*gger dope.
There's a bad batch
doing the rounds.
-We're good to go.
We're set.
-Darcy:
This all hinges on nothing
having happened here.
Now, let's be clear.
-Clark:
This should keep him alive
for another hour.
a personal favor
if he dies with meat
in his teeth.
Come on. Come on.
-Bite command is "fass."
It's all you'll need.
-Disregard. Just shoot
who is left.
They don't have to
be accounted for.
Forensics is
no longer a concern.
We call this in late,
all is for naught.
-You guys got
any 12 Gauge?
-Not in the office.
Try the bar.
-How many shots you have left?
-Kyle:
Three.-So you have one extra.
-No shells.
-Jonathan:
Behind the bar.
Better get started.
--Sh*t!
-Jonathan:
Easy! Easy!
Easy!
--No buckshot!
-Gabe:
What's happening?
-Dog freaked.
And turn this sh*t off!
-I tried! It's not coming
from our mixer.
-Go! We got this.
And don't tell Darcy.
Or Clark.
We going?
-Yeah.
Hey!
-Pat:
Down there, you dip-sh*t fashion
punk clown motherfuckers!
-Turn around!
-Pat:
Shazbot!-What? What--
who is that?
-Odin himself.
-Give me the shotgun.
-No, I got the shotgun.
-Then you go down
this f***ing hole.
-Three shots?
-Yeah.
You hear me fire twice,
you come down no matter what.
-This is a trap.
-Yeah, no sh*t.
You wanna go tell Darcy?
He's gonna be pissed.
Watch my back.
F*** this.
Get Gabe, man!
We need two down here
and one up there.
Who's got the nine?
-I think Alan does,
but I'm not sure--
--oh, f***! Block it!
-Amber:
Pat!
-B*tch.
Gabe!
-Pat:
Amber!
-Yeah?
-Uh...
Never mind!
-Amber:
Two shots left!
-Nice f***in' try!
Go f*** yourself!
-Sh*t. Sh*t.
Oh, sh*t!
-Amber:
Pat!
One shot left!
-F***.
-Zero.
-Oh, sh*t!
-Get off of me!
-Got him.
-Totally.
Flabbergasted that motherf***er.
-If I had any idea...
-Amber:
Anymore dogs?
-People?
-No. Not here.
They're... up the road.
I don't want to go to jail.
-Does anyone know
how to hotwire a car?
-No.
-I'd stay off
the road anyway.
-Where's werm?
-We sent him home--
-stay quiet till we're out.
- It's the residents.
-What are they doing?
-Something you don't
want to see.
-We can call the cops
when we get to the orchard.
-Did you see them die?
-Two.
Not the third.
-I think I'm going.
-You can call the cops
when you get there.
If you disappear,
I'll find you.
-I will.
I promise.
-You should go, too.
Just hedge our bets.
-You got three rounds...
And I've seen
you pump a shotgun.
- Fair enough.
Do you believe him?
- Shh.
Nimm futter!
Nimm futter!
-Clark:
Nimm futter!
Nimm futter!
Nimm futter!
-Alan:
Jesus.- Nimm futter!
-Alan:
That ought to be enough.
-Clark:
Lass es! Lass es!
Lass es!
-So ist's brav.
Aus. Aus.
Wipe it down!
-Do you think they'd
leave the engine on?
-Clark:
Yeah. It'll run
the Gauge down too.
Let's call this in.
Aus. Aus.
-You got the dog?
-I got the dog.
Tie him up.
-Give me your gun.
-I don't have one.
if you don't hand me one.
Throw it.
-They're making it our fault.
-You were trespassing.
-Pat:
The cloth is
to make it seal.
I wouldn't do it like that.
-They got my gun.
-Shut up.
-Clark:
Listen---so we're doing that?
-Why else would
we walk up here?
-Pat:
I don't know.
And I was gonna...
Ruin the crime scene.
-Oh.
I thought we'd
leave a new one.
-This...
Is a nightmare.
-For us all.
words are his last.
-Do you have a phone?
It's funny.
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