N.Y.C. Underground Page #4

- What are we running from?

- Come on.

- Go!

- Jess, wait up!

- Gonna get you, motherf***er.

- ( Grunts, rips )

Great.

- ( Screams )

- Girl:
Come on!

You're slowing down.

Come on, come on!

- Run!

- Where are we going?

Where are you going?

Gonna get

you motherfuckers!

Come on, Sam.

F***!

Chloe, come on!

Chloe:
They're coming,

hurry. Go go go go go!

Chloe:
Dylan!

( Sam coughing )

Sh*t!

All right,

somebody better tell me what

the f*** is going on here!

- ( Sam coughs )

- Oh God. Ernie...

oh sh*t! They f***in' killed Ernie.

- What the f***?

- What?

- And they're gonna kill us!

- Chloe:
Oh my God.

- Oh my God, oh my God.

- Gotta call the cops.

- Sh*t, i don't have a signal.

- Holy sh*t.

Hannah!

We left Hannah!

( Vomiting )

- Girl:
Come on!

- ( Knocking )

Girl in the bathroom?

Come on.

- Come on!

- ( Retching )

The girl's been

in there forever.

We left Hannah.

( Gasping )

And, Dylan, what the f*** are

you talking about, killing us?

Man, what the hell did

you guys do up there, okay?

- What the f*** did you do?

- Listen, Chloe, it's all right.

It's all right. We just gotta

go get up top and call the cops.

I don't see 'em, guys.

I don't see 'em.

Maybe they're

not coming.

Of course they're coming,

you dumb sh*t!

- Get the f*** off me, man!

- They're gangsters.

We saw what they did.

They're coming and

they're gonna keep coming

- until they kill us all.

- Oh, that's my fault, huh?

Logan:

Who's fault is it?

- You okay, Sam?

- Yeah.

Look, man,

i didn't know, okay?

You didn't know?

- Dylan, what were you doing?

- That's enough.

- Tell me!

- That's enough!

What the f*** did you think

you're doing down there?

Look,

while we're here arguing,

- what do you figure they're doing?

- ( Gunshot )

- F***!

- You missed?

Sh*t!

F*** you, all right?

You're a f***in'

p*ssy, b*tch!

( Thugs arguing )

( Kids shouting )

- ( Screams )

- Go go go.

Come on... Sam, Sam!

- ( Shouting in Spanish )

- What the f***?

Speak English.

What'd you say?

- ( Groans ) Don't start with me, boss.

- You're in America now.

- It's your fault.

- All my fault?

We had them and you let

them go. Bro, you had 'em!

If you was good

at some shot...

what's going on?

The kids... they ran down the

platform. I think they went

behind that blue

construction thing back there.

So relax, okay?

They've done us a favor.

Most of the train stations

this part of Brooklyn

are either shut down

or sealed off.

Bones, take chulo,

go out to the club and handle that

sh*t before the cops get there.

Yo, boss, why i gotta go

with him? He crazy, boss.

Hey, chulo, why don't

you do what you're told?

Come on!

All right. You got

your flashlight on you?

Yeah, boss.

All right.

- Let's go hunting.

- Whoo!

Whoo!

Jessica:
Chloe?

( All shouting )

Logan:
Guys, come on, keep running.

Where the f***

are we running?

Chloe:
Ow!

- Jessica:
Chloe!

- Sh*t, come on.

What is this?!

F***ing sh*t.

- Chloe:
What?

- Dylan:
Huh?

- What?

- There still might be a way out, right?

There has to be.

There has to be.

I don't even know, man.

I don't think anybody's

been down here for years.

You see this?

Maybe we can get out

upstairs.

- ( Bangs )

- No! F***.

( Grunts )

We just have to get upstairs

and just call the cops.

- This can't be happening.

- Honey, are you all right?

- ( Sam coughs )

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- ( Metal rattling )

( Shivering )

Hey, i, uh...

I had a good time tonight.

- Me too.

- ( Chloe mutters )

- Somebody give me a hand over here.

- ( Metal scrapes )

Yeah.

Okay.

( Grunts )

It's a phone or something.

( Panting )

- There's no way out.

- ( Grunts )

We gotta go.

( Screams )

- Shh.

- ( Distant shouts )

There they go,

right there.

What... what is that?

What?

What is that?

I don't know,

but we gotta go now!

Now... let's go.

Come on.

Sh*t. Oh.

( Fence rattles )

What... oh my God.

Whoa.

Those pills...

- ( Thug speaks )

- Oh.

- Come on.

- ( Jessica shouts )

- We gotta go on the tracks.

- Sam:
Shhh!

- We gotta go on the tracks.

- Man, no!

- On the what?

- We gotta go on the tracks. Come on!

- There's no other way to go.

- Are you crazy? Sh*t.

- Come on!

- Sam:
F***, man! Shh shh shh!

- ( Whispering ) Quiet. Come on, come on.

- Let's go, let's go.

- Logan:
Come on, Chloe, we gotta go.

- I can't go down there.

Sam:
We don't got a

choice. You gotta go!

- Sam, listen to me... Sam, Sam.

- We don't have a choice!

I can't go down there, okay?

I can't go down there!

- Hold on just one second!

- ( Sobbing )

- Okay.

- I can't go down there.

I know you're scared, okay?

Chloe, I'm scared too.

But we have to go.

Okay. Okay.

- Come on.

- Logan:
Girls, they're coming.

- We have to go now. - Sam: We don't

have a choice. Okay, let's go.

- We have to go right now. Let's go.

- Come on.

Come on, let's go.

- ( Shouts )

- Go go go go!

Come on, let's go,

let's go, let's go. Move!

Logan:

Come on, come on, come on.

Let's go,

let's go, come on.

- Come on.

- Jessica:
Come on, Chloe!

( Guy coughs )

- ( Jessica shrieks )

- It's on. Get over here, come on.

- Get over here.

- What the f*** was that?

It's on. If you touch it, you

die. Just stay away from it.

- What?

- It's okay, be careful.

- Come on, we gotta keep going, you guys.

- Let's go, come on!

We gotta go.

We gotta go, come on!

- Come on.

- ( Sizzles )

Stay with me.

Just follow the light.

- You guys handle everything at the spot?

- Everything cool, jefe.

All right, good.

Let's keep moving.

Smalls.

Ha, this rich kid's

got balls.

I'm gonna enjoy ripping 'em off

and feeding 'em to him.

All right, let's go.

( Grunts )

- Jessica:
Come on, Chloe.

- My feet are killing me.

- Take your shoes off then.

- Oh yeah, right, and walk...

- ( screams )

- ( Rats squeaking )

( Screaming )

Sam:
I got you. Don't worry

about it. I got you. Come on.

- Oh my God!

- We gotta go. Yo, it's just a rat!

( Sobbing )

Jessica:

Careful, Chloe.

- Chloe:
You guy...

- Jessica:
You okay?

Hey, look up ahead.

Jessica:

What?

Ah sh*t.

What?

Think it's an exit?

It's worth a shot.

Come on.

- Come on.

- ( Grunts )

- Go go go go.

- Okay.

( Chloe grunts )

Oh gross.

( All panting )

Everybody stay close.

Ugh, what is

that smell?

Logan:
Hey,

that could be

our way out.

- Where?

- Oh, go.

Chloe:

Please. Oh this is so...

( Chloe sniffles )

Oh.

Oh Jesus.

Looks like

someone lives here.

Chloe:
Gross.

( Chloe groans )

What are you doing?

There's a staircase.

It's gotta lead out.

If the exit's locked, your

"friends" could trap us in there.

Hey, what did he mean

"your friends"?

- Logan:
Cover your eyes.

- Chloe:
What? ( Shrieks )

Shhh! Keep your voices

down. They could be close.

What?

If they come this way,

just take off.

- What?

- What about you?

Hey, stay here

with the girls.

Hold it low to the ground.

Give me some light going in.

When I'm out of range,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes