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house or the hill?

- The house.

This one's the house.

I'll take the house then.

- You sure about that?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

(breathing heavily)

(gun fires)

(foreboding music)

(Stanley groans)

(dramatic wild music)

- Oh, sh*t.

(heavy tense music)

F*** it.

(heavy suspenseful music)

(gun fires)

(fist thuds)

(men grunting)

(rock thuds)

What are you waiting for?

- Who gave you this?

How do you know where I live?

- If you think I'm

gonna tell you that,

then you're as

dumb as I expected.

- As you expected?

You don't even know me, boy.

Now tell me.

Why are you trying to kill me?

- Why not?

I do things like this

because sometimes

it gives me pleasure to

f*** with people's lives.

The only real reason I'm out

here in this sh*t box of ice.

F*** you, you f***ing.

(foot thuds)

(foreboding music)

- Well.

Well.

- Well?

(gun fires)

- I will give you

one last chance,

and you better hope

it's the right answer.

(Logan cackling)

- I'm the least of your worries.

While you're here,

my friend is probably

having fun with your

mother and that b*tch.

(gun fires)

(heavy piano music)

- Oh, f***.

Well.

Well.

Well.

Well.

Well.

Well, I need your help.

I swear.

You don't need to

be hiding from me.

Well.

I know you're in here.

I've been in a really dark

place recently, Well.

I feel so much shame, you know.

You embarrass me

every time I see you,

and it confuses

the f*** out of me.

I know we care about each other,

but you haven't been showing

that lately, have you?

We had something, didn't we?

We had something pure.

Something that nobody else

in the whole world had.

And we loved each other.

That's why it's such a

f***ing shame, Well.

But you've been a very,

very disloyal girlfriend.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

(gun fires)

- Mother!

(somber music)

(Stanley sobs)

Mother!

No!

No!

F***ing bastard!

What do you want with me?

Tell me!

Come on, tell me!

- Stop it.

- Come on. Come on.

Come on, tell me!

- Stop it!

- Tell me, tell me!

Was this what you need?

Was it?

(Well sobbing)

- What have you done?

(pickax thuds)

(woeful piano music)

I'll leave you alone.

- Sit down.

Thank you.

I can't even remember the last

time I told her I loved her.

- She knew.

- Did she?

The one thing that gets me.

She died in the darkness, alone.

But I should have taken

that bullet, not her.

I'll tell you what I've deserve

for the things I've done.

- What did you do?

(tense music)

- Who are you?

- What'd you mean?

- Don't you fool me around.

- You know who I am.

- Do I?

All this that's happened

and you haven't called

the police or try

to run, which means

that you're either strong-willed

or you're unsurprised.

And if you're unsurprised, then

you knew this might happen.

Therefore, you are

either working with them

or they came here to get you.

- I'm not listening to this.

- Jim, from the bar, said

that you were looking for me.

- No, I wasn't.

- Why?

Don't lie to me,

tell me the truth.

- I don't know, I don't know.

- Tell me!

Have you found what

you're looking for?

Is it me?

How long have you been looking?

- Stanley, you're hurting me.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

- Oh, you know!

You've known all along.

You sat at my mother's table

and you lied to our faces.

And she took you

in, she took you in!

And in return, I had to place

her cold dead body in the Earth.

Why?

- You killed my brother!

- What?

- I didn't mean

for this to happen.

They were coming for me

because I was coming for you.

You may blame me for

your mother's death,

but you took everything from me.

How many innocent little

boys have you killed?

All my life I've thought

about this moment,

what I'd do to you.

- Oh please, please shoot me.

Please, please.

- He was a child, my

brother, he was innocent.

- Yes, please, shoot

me, do it, do it!

- My father made the

decisions, not my brother.

- Please shoot me!

- All my life I

thought killing you

would make things better,

make me feel good,

but now I know what I really

need, is to forgive you.

(phone rings)

- STANLEY:
Hi there,

please leave a message.

We'll respond as soon as we can.

- Hello Stanley, this

is Bernadette speaking.

Please call me as soon

as you get this message.

I don't know if you've forgot

but we had a session booked

for this morning and it's

not like you to not show up.

I'm concerned for

your well-being

so please contact me as

soon as you get this.

Thank you.

- I'm so sorry.

It's all wrong.

By rights it should be

me in this hole, not you.

I've always seen life to

be cruel and unpredictable.

Left me scared.

Held me back.

Now I know that it's

just the nature of life.

You were right.

And I will try.

I will live.

("Lower Ground" by Jared Fortune)

I've crossed the line

of knowing what to find

Of knowing when is right

I've crossed the stage

Of black or white or gray

No colors feel the same

But lay before me mother

And I will leave the

shade of all my past

For you have breathe my blame

and made me cast my burden

So I'm not another half whole

I've crossed the line

of knowing when it's time

Of showing I am fine

I'm past the stage

Of going about change

Of going my own way

But lay before me mother

And I will leave the

shade of all my past

For you have breathe my blame

and made me cast my burden

So I'm not another half whole

Beat my heart till

you can see I'm hollow

Lead the charge till

I can learn to follow

I am caught in a

whole world of sorrow

But now I'm on my way

God knows it's not safe

God is not a way from me

Lower ground

Just throw me down

Till we're closer now

We're closer now

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