Hush
- Year:
- 2009
- 58 min
- 574 Views
(Thunders)
(Car horn)
Go round.
- Prick.
- Zakes?
Oh, hello, Sleeping Beauty.
- Are we there yet?
- Nearly. Are you hungry?
(Beth) God, l'm starving.
Any biscuits left?
l saved you the last Boaster.
You know how moany you get
if you don't get food.
- What are you doing?
- Nothing.
My camera battery's dead.
At the services can l use your phone
to take photos?
Yeah, sure, but why do they make you
take photos of the posters you put up?
- They say it's for the clients.
- They think you're a slacker, more like.
Oh, bollocks. Memory's full.
l'll have to delete some.
- Aah. They're of our holiday.
- Egypt. Land of a thousand arguments.
Look at that.
- What is it? l can't see it properly.
- lt's a photo of the stars.
Remember that night on the beach?
The brilliant sky?
- Why did you just call me a slacker?
- lt was a joke. Jesus.
- l loved that night.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Oh, you don't remember it, do you?
- Yes, l do.
- Stars. Lovely.
- Oh, my God ! You don't remember.
lt's just sky, Beth. You've seen one star,
you've seen them all.
- Should l delete these pictures, then?
- No!
No, don't be silly.
Come on.
lt's not that big a deal, is it?
(Ringing)
(Voicemail) 'Hiya, it's Sarah.
'l can't get to the phone right now,
so leave a message.'
Hiya, it's me.
Look, l don't think
l'll be able to make the party tonight.
l still haven't told Zakes about Leo.
l've tried, but...but every time
l'm gonna say something, l just...
Oh, God, l feel sh*t, Sarah.
l don't know why l did it.
Listen, when you get this,
can...can you give me a call? Bye.
Oh.
Can l use your phone
for the photos?
Cheers.
Have you got some petrol money?
No, thanks.
(Phone rings)
Hello?
(Sighs)
- (Beth) How many more garages?
- One.
You know that twat Leo
just called your phone and hung up?
- Leo?
- Yeah. Leo.
lt is his sister's birthday.
He'll be seeing if we're going.
He's a sniffer waiting for his chance.
What a cock.
- Zakes...
- What is he? About 40?
The only people who wear their mobiles
on their belts are dads or pricks.
He's not that bad.
- l am only doing this job because it...
- Lets you finish your book.
Yeah, l know.
l know.
(Laughs) You don't think
l can be a writer, do you?
l've never read
anything you've finished.
l'm not really feeling
my writing at the minute.
Don't you think you should put an effort
into it, even if you're not feeling it?
ls this about my writing or us?
- Do you really not remember the sky?
- Oh, for f***'s sake.
- Why are you going on about that?
- You're not bothered about us.
- You know what? l am not doing this.
Do you realise it's a year
since you said we'd move in together?
And you haven't
even mentioned it since.
(Rap plays at loud volume)
(Turns music off)
(Sighs)
Where's the flask?
Oh.
Whoa.
(Tyres squeal)
(Horn blares)
Help!
Jesus.
Jesus!
Beth.
Beth. Beth, Beth !
Wake up!
l think l just saw a woman, naked,
in the back of that truck!
A naked f***ing woman locked up
caged in the back of that truck!
(Zakes) What the f***ing hell...?
(Beth) What are you on about?
(Zakes) That truck overtook us.
He pulled up there in front of us.
The shutter came up, and there was
a woman stood there, with no clothes on,
and she was screaming.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, my God.
Sh*t.
Right, well, what we gonna do?
Zakes?
Your phone.
Gimme your phone.
Hello, yeah. Police.
Yeah, l think l've just seen
something really weird on the motorway.
Er, the M 1 .
Er, well, it was a woman.
She was tied-up, naked,
in the back of a white truck.
Yeah, my name's
Zakes - Zakes - Abbot.
Er, the plates...
Just hang on a sec.
The f***ing plates
have got sh*t all over them ! F***!
Er... no.
l-l can't see the plates, no.
- OK, thanks. Bye.
- What did they say?
(Sighs) They said they'll get someone
onto it,
but l really think they need the plates.
- Ah, sh*t.
- Maybe we should go and get them.
- Are you mad?
- Zakes, we have to do something !
- Jesus f***ing Christ, Zakes!
- All right!
- You want me to do something, all right!
- Zakes!
Sh*t.
- l can't see anything.
- For f***'s sake.
(Phone beeps)
(Cars horn)
Yeah, all right.
All right.
- You were meant to get the plates.
- l couldn't get that sh*t off.
But l took a picture
of the inside of the truck. Have a look.
- l can't see anything.
- Sh*t.
- Oh, sh*t.
- What we gonna do now?
Right. l'm gonna overtake him.
See if you can see some plates, yeah?
l can't.
l can't... l can't see them.
l can't see anything.
Hello. Police. Yeah, l just called
a minute ago about a truck on the M 1 .
l saw a woman caged in the back.
Yeah, a woman. lt was a white truck.
No, l couldn't see his plates.
What junction?
- l think it's junction 30. Past Worksop.
- We think junction 30. Heading North.
Yeah. O-OK.
Thank you. Thanks. Bye.
- Well?
- They said they'll sort it.
Well, how?
By stopping every truck on the M 1 ?
l don't know!
They said not to get involved.
- What you doing?
- lt isn't our problem any more.
- What? lt isn't our problem?
- No!
What can we do? l'm not really sure if l
saw anything, anyway. lt was so quick.
Zakes. Zakes, the police.
- Zakes!
- Yeah.
Pull up behind him, flash him,
and tell him about the truck.
Zakes, flash him !
- What are you doing?
- This. This garage.
lt's our last stop.
We'd have to go round again.
We're not stopping
cos you have to put posters up?
This is my job, Beth.
Look, l've called the police.
Jesus, l even got out of the car.
To help her or because you were
pissed off with me?
You do things, but your priorities,
they're f***ed up!
This isn't even
about the truck, is it?
This is about
what a f***-up you think l am.
l'll finish my book
as soon as we get home.
l'll rack my brains
to remember a sky.
We can move in together this evening,
if you want. Right now.
ls that all good with you?
Why have you come tonight?
l wanted to do something positive
with our relationship.
- Oh, like l never do anything.
- Not if you have to go out your way.
- Jesus Christ! That poor woman !
- l go out of my way for you.
When? Oh, you saved me a biscuit.
l can't do this on my own any more.
When are you gonna
f***ing grow up?
l'm gonna get a coffee.
Beth, l need your phone
to take photos of the posters.
l've deleted the sky. So now you can fill
my phone with pictures of toilets, OK?
F***!
(Men) Oh, City, we love you
Let's go f***ing mental
Let's go f***ing mental
Hey!
Oi !
What's this, you wanker?
(Man) F***ing d*ckhead !
(Singing and shouting grows distant)
- Can l nip in?
- They're out of order.
l just want to put these up.
Are there any posters
in the disabled toilet?
OK.
- (Shouting)
- (Man) Hurry up!
(Laughter and jeering)
(Woman) 99p, please.
Thank you.
Next.
Next!
- That's 1 . 1 0, please.
- Yeah, thanks.
Beth, look at this.
- Zakes, l need to tell you something.
- No, hang on a minute.
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