House of 9 Page #2

check the entire house.

Let's look over here.

There are cameras everywhere.

Come on!

- Found something?

- Yeah.

Clear it back, come on.

Come on!

F***!

F***!

F***ing bastard!

Like the show?

Thank you so much

for your help!

Look at you, sitting there like

the Queen of f***ing Sheba!

- Give me that!

- Get your own! F*** off!

- Sh*t!

- No way!

One it's not up to you.

It's not a good idea right now!

I'm locking up the rest.

Who the f*** do you think

you are, anyway?

I think we could have

a little talk.

Did you all forget

what the man said?

Only one of us will get out of here.

Have you thought about that?

Well, I don't think any of us

want to think on that level.

Five million's a lot of money. Some

people will do anything for that.

What, and you two b*tches think

you could win over us?

You only weigh about

a hundred pounds.

I'm pretty sure I said

nobody's playing this game.

I don't see anyone giving us

any choices, do you?

This is crap.

How do we know who will do what

for that amount of money?

You know what?

You underestimate people, pal.

- Do I?

- What are you talking about?

You've never seen how shitty people

can get when they're desperate...

and they're backed into a corner

and they don't have a choice?

Look at you!

Typical f***ing copper!

Listen, I know I've got good

reason to want five mill right now.

- Reason enough to kill?

- We all have choices here.

There'll be no killing.

Yeah, and anybody does

anything like that...

and I will personally see to it

myself that they're prosecuted.

- This is crazy.

- I'll tell you one thing right now.

I'm going to do everything

in my power...

to make sure nothing

like this even begins.

You hear me?

And so we'll wait and we'll see

who will do what. Is that it?

Dinner's served.

Great.

One piece of chicken and one potato

for each, we'll save the rest.

You know what? I'll eat what I want

when I want, thank you.

Maybe I didn't make

myself clear.

I said one piece of chicken

and one potato for each.

Hey, can you quit with this

attitude so we can eat?

Good idea.

This is f***ing cold!

Try the potato,

it's even better.

Father, can we pray with you?

Accept our thanks, oh Lord...

for this food to sustain

our life with...

and fill our hearts

with gladness.

And help us, in the midst

of our struggles...

to confront one another,

without hatred and bitterness...

and to work together...

with forbearance and respect

through Jesus Christ...

our Lord and Saviour.

Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

That's touching. Can I get back

to my food now?

Any chance I can get the key

to that drinks cabinet back?

- No chance.

- No liquor, please!

Look, I think that we're old enough

to make that decision ourselves.

- I don't eat meat.

- Cool.

There you go.

Now you're not eating meat.

- Hey, wait!

- Split it up between everyone else.

- Yeah!

- It's going back with the rest.

There you go.

That is so sweet.

It's not her fault

she doesn't eat meat.

Yeah it is!

Anybody else got a problem

with the food?

I do!

This tastes like sh*t!

How the hell do we know they

haven't put anything in this?

Oh my God! Do you think

they could be poisoning us?

I think it's safe to say that

if they wanted us dead...

they'd have done that already

and not waited 'til we ate.

They?

What about one of you lot?

I'm not sure I packed arsenic before

I got snatched off the street.

We should try to keep civil.

I think civil is already

out the window, Father.

We do not even know

each other's names.

My name is

Father Michael Duffy.

Now who might you be?

I'm Jay.

I'm Cynthia and this is

my husband Francis.

- He's a music composer.

- That's enough.

I mean, they don't have

to know any more.

Why, what's wrong with

knowing about each other?

And what do you do?

- I'm...

- She doesn't have to work!

Let's move on.

Max. Clothing designer.

- You're not Max Roy, are you?

- Yeah.

You know, I met you

years ago in New York.

That is so weird.

I'm sorry I didn't recognize you.

Well, I recognized you.

Claire Levy, yeah?

Claire Levy, everyone!

The big tennis star!

I loved that outfit you wore

at The Open in 1995!

- You know, the one...

- Nobody f***ing cares...

- what Martina wore at The Open!

- What did you call me?

Can we move on, please?

I'm Lea. I'm a dancer.

I'm in The Chorus.

- Wow, The Chorus!

- Yeah.

How long have you been

dancing for?

It's not been easy.

How long have you been

playing tennis for, smart arse?

What have you actually won?

And can you tell us

your name?

Shona.

You know what

that is, don't you?

- Yeah, it's a tracking device.

- Then maybe they'll find us?

I'm on parole, man.

If I don't get out of here by

tomorrow, I'm going back to jail.

I had a meeting with

a record label last night.

That's my record deal gone.

Record deal?

Should we know you, superstar?

Well yeah, you should but...

unfortunately everyone

here is white, so...

- So...

- So you can't even dance!

So who's the f***ing racist here?

Sorry, Father.

This is great.

Nice dinner.

You should walk with your piece

That's the talk on the streets

I'm at war with that beast

Don't applaud the police

Check on with the fleece

West London to East

I speak tongues like the priest

Get tongues from Caprice

I'm talking to that p*ssy

With the piece, you should fear me

I love to put holes in police

I'm rowdy

That's why they call me Al B

When I win this five mill

I'll be pushing my Audi, yeah?

What?

Prick!

There's five rooms with

two single beds in each.

And we'll be chosen

by picking names. So...

- I'm not happy about doing this.

- Choose...

- one only.

- I'm not allowed to pick two, am I?

- F***!

- No way man, not her!

We agreed that we'd do this.

The happy couple and the priest get

their own and the rest of us pick.

But I didn't think I was going

to get stuck with that, did I?

Shut up, sweetheart.

Eat me!

- Well, there's a ratings winner.

- Jay.

That puts the two of you

together.

No, piss off!

I ain't rooming with him!

- Why, you got a problem with me?

- Yeah I do!

- What is that?

- What do you think, b*tch?

- That's just rude!

- You ain't no trophy, honey!

Hey alright, enough!

Fine, now the rooms

are settled...

and I'm going to mine.

Nosey cow!

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Look nice. Where was that?

Not that it's any of your business,

but I was doing a photo shoot.

So you used to be famous,

did you?

- Still am.

- Really?

Looks to me like all you do is get

dressed up and get drunk at parties.

Any loser can do that.

Why don't you f*** yourself and keep

your filthy hands out of my sh*t?

Then don't leave your sh*t

lying around!

How am I going to last

with only one outfit?

Do you have a family?

I did. I'm divorced.

I got one son and

he's just starting school.

It's not easy

living with a cop.

- Are you married?

- No. Too young for that.

I have one child though.

My dog, Ely!

I'm worried about him.

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