Pitch Perfect 3 Page #9

- Open it. Open the door.

- Help!

Does. does anybody's

cell phone work?

Where's my cell phone?

No service.

No service. There's nothing.

- That's so inconvenient.

- (crying):
Hell's bells!

EMILY :
We could scream

on the count of three.

- Okay. One, two, three.

- One, two, three!

ALL :

Help!

Sir Bounce-a-lot.

(cell phone ringing)

- I told you we're through!

- FERGUS :
I know.

But there are some people here

who think you should

reconsider.

- ALL :
Amy!

- (overlapping chatter)

(chatter stops)

How could you?

I swear to God,

if you hurt any one of them,

except for Jessica and Ashley,

I will kill you!

I don't want to hurt anyone,

Patricia.

The only one I wanted was you,

but you weren't with them,

were you?

Oh, well.

Plan B.

You have 30 minutes.

Come to the boat,

or your friends

swim with the fishies.

And I think you know I mean it.

Oh, I know you mean it.

Because you're

a terrible person

that does terrible things.

But there's one thing

you're forgetting, Dad.

I'm your daughter.

Your nightmare blood,

it runs through my veins!

Hey, Amy, um, I need to talk

to you about something.

- It's kind of important.

- Oh, yeah, just a sec.

- I'm on a call.

- Okay.

You think you're bad?

You have no idea

what I'm capable of.

I've graduated college.

I could do anything.

So say your prayers,

'cause Fat Amy is coming.

for you.

Now!

(phone beeps)

So. (sighs)

which two of you

are Ashley and Jessica?

- Ah, sh*t.

- BECA :
Okay, so.

I have kind of bad news.

Uh, and I know you're

gonna be fine. Uh, I know

- every-everybody's gonna be fine, but, like.

- Uh-huh.

Oh.

- Um, w-well.

- Yep.

We didn't get picked, man.

And you know what?

Like, screw them. It's not,

like, the whole story.

There's. uh, uh, uh.

I don't know, I still feel

like I want to tell you

'cause I think that, like,

secrets are, like,

the worst, right?

So.

Yeah, it's the worst.

Let's go.

Go where?

Don't worry.

We'll change in the cab.

BECA :

Amy, what are we doing?

Why are we not calling

the police or Chicago?

AMY :

No cops. There's no time.

And if my dad sees 'em,

he'll take off.

BECA :

This is serious.

The Bellas

could really get hurt.

- Not on my watch.

- Amy, come on.

Look, I know my father.

I know his guys.

Some of them I know,

like, really well.

And I know that boat.

We can do this.

Okay. What's the plan?

First up, I need you

to pick up the pace.

This boat's not gonna

row itself.

Okay. That's the ladder

that'll take you

up to the main deck

where the Bellas are.

Do not let Fergus

hear what I'm doing below.

Okay, giant distraction

coming up.

- You sure about this?

- Have I ever let you down?

Dozens of examples

spring to mind, if I'm honest.

- What?

- Yeah, you're very unreliable.

It's, like, one of the

hallmarks of your personality.

I don't think we have time

to unpack that right now.

Shh. I'll just see you up top.

Nobody's gonna die tonight,

right?

- Yeah.

- Right?

- Yeah.

- Well, that doesn't help.

- Okay.

- Okay, ready?

I've got my serious face

on now.

- Okay.

- It's time.

- Let's do it.

- (inhales sharply)

Once we get the money,

we sail directly to Sydney.

Unless she doesn't show.

Then things get ugly.

Ten minutes, ladies.

Guys, you know

what we should do?

Where did you come from?

What?

You weren't here before.

I've been here the whole time.

I'm just small.

Just. if we only have

ten minutes left,

I say we spend it

doing something we love.

Let's go out like Bellas and.

and sing one more song.

- You want to sing right now?

- (overlapping chatter)

I think we should sing

one more song, though.

- I don't know if I feel like singing.

- (overlapping chatter)

Oh, my God. Guys, I just want

to sing so bad.

We really think you'll like it.

You want to entertain me?

(chuckling):

Knock yourselves out.

Nine minutes.

Let's make it a loud one, guys.

(hushed):
You are terrible

at reading signals.

Come here.

(a cappella intro

to Britney Spears' "Toxic")

Baby, can't you see

I'm calling

A guy like you

should wear a warning

It's dangerous, I'm falling

(man groans)

There's no escape

I can't wait

- I need a hit

- Hit me, baby

Baby, give me it

You're dangerous

I'm loving it

- Ah, ah, come on

- Too high, can't come down

You know that's exactly

what you're gonna have to do.

(on TV):
You know I can

take your head off, don't you?

What is the matter

with you two idiots?

You act like she's human.

(grunting and groaning)

(grunting and groaning

continue)

(yelling)

(groans)

(grunting and groaning

continue)

(panting)

(elephant trumpeting on TV)

(guttural vocalizing)

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic,

I'm slippin' under

Yeah, they're not bad,

are they?

With a taste of

your poison paradise

- Four minutes!

- I'm addicted to you

Don't you know

that you're toxic?

It's getting late

(singing continues in distance)

Patricia.

Mikhael, my former

jelly-wrestling coach,

slash babysitter.

- (chuckling sigh)

- Do you remember me?

How could I forget the girl

who gave me this?

You really shouldn't

have put me in a time-out.

(panting)

(chuckling):

Let's dance.

(grunting and groaning)

Why?

(grunting and groaning

continue)

Whoa. Easy, now. Easy.

Easy, now.

Come on. Yeah?

What?

- (Amy grunts)

- (chuckles)

(grunting and groaning)

(fierce yelling)

- (Amy groans)

- (laughs, yells)

(groans)

(grunting and groaning

continue)

(yells fiercely)

(Mikhael sobbing)

- (screaming in pain)

- Nipple cripple!

- Nipple cripple!

- (gasping)

- Take it.

- (screams)

(panting)

This is way too much cardio.

Good old Dad.

(electrical crackling)

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride

You're toxic,

I'm slippin' under

With a taste of

your poison paradise

I'm addicted to you

Don't you know

that you're toxic?

(vocalizing, beatboxing)

With the taste of your lips

I'm on a ride.

- Freedom.!

- BECA :
Go, go!

Go, go, go!

Come out here! Amy!

Amy, come on! Amy!

(screaming)

Sweet baby Jesus!

Amy, let's go!

(grunting)

- Amy, come on!

- (coughs) Patricia!

Stop her!

(screaming)

- (gasping)

- (indistinct, frantic chatter)

- CHLOE :
Beca! Beca!

- Amy!

Hey, you've been a very

naughty girl, Turnip Top!

- (gasping)

- Amy! Amy!

- Amy!

- (helicopter whirring above)

(gasping, frantic chatter)

I rained hellfire!

(indistinct, frantic chatter)

(seabirds squawking)

(low chatter)

CHICAGO :

The MPs arrested Amy's dad.

He's going to jail

for a long time.

I'm gonna go meet them,

all right?

- Okay.

- Sit tight.

I have no idea

what just happened,

but if Khaled doesn't pick us

after all of that,

what are we doing

with our lives?

- Right? - I know.

- Mm-hmm. - Seriously.

Uh, I think Beca has something

she'd like to share

with the group.

Um, thanks, Amy.

Uh, yeah.

I was gonna say something

earlier, but we were involved

in a hostage crisis,

so I just.

They picked her.

DJ Khaled and his team.

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