Stuck Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 2007
- 85 min
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If you don't help me with this, I will.
F***, man!
Did he get out of the car?
Yeah, I don't know how.
Oh, sh*t.
- We'd better tie him up.
- Tie him up?
You don't want him
crawling around everywhere.
- No.
- Then I guess we tie him up! Huh?
Man, this guy is covered with blood
and dirt and crap.
Um...
You got something we can wrap him up in?
I don't know. What?
I don't know, plastic?
This guy ain't going nowhere.
Oh, sh*t!
Are you guys in there?
Oh, f***.
Oh, my God. Holy sh*t, man.
What the hell happened?
- I was in kind of an accident.
- Kind of?
Yeah.
Look, why don't we go in the house, huh?
Dude, this looks real bad.
Yeah, it's kind of f***ed up, right?
- Major.
- Come on, let's go in the house.
Your car, what happened to it?
- It was an accident.
- I got that. What happened?
You know what it was?
What's going on with you two?
What the hell happened to your car?
It was weird.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Just wait inside. Everything is...
Just go inside.
Okay.
So what happened?
Uh...
- Brandi, you didn't tell her?
- No, I didn't tell her.
Brandi hit something.
Well, what? I mean,
there's blood all over the windshield.
Yeah, I hit something.
A deer.
A deer?
Yeah, it just came out of nowhere, didn't it?
Yeah, it did. Out of nowhere.
Suddenly there it was.
Oh, my God, that's horrible.
Oh, my God, those goddamn f***ing deer.
Crazy thing, ain't it?
- Oh, my goodness.
You know, my aunt hit one once,
you know, God.
Thank you.
Brandi, you could have been killed.
- Yeah, it's true.
- Yeah, yeah, I could have.
So why didn't you tell me?
- You mean about the accident?
- Of course.
I don't know.
I was just too freaked.
Oh, hon, yeah. I can just imagine.
I mean, something like this that happens
to you and it's not even your fault.
- And you could have been killed.
- BRANDl:
Yeah.You know,
this is some bullshit.
So, did you kill him?
- Kill him?
- Yeah, the deer.
Uh...
She doesn't know.
It kind of crawled away, didn't it?
Yeah, it did.
Deer can crawl?
Tanya, why are you here?
Oh, right.
Okay, look, you never came back to work.
and there was no answer.
- Petersen knows that you split.
- She does?
Look, I thought you were covering for me.
I tried, but Mr. Binckley
started asking for you
and then Petersen,
she starts looking around for you,
then she starts asking me and...
- You know what?
- F***.
- F***.
- But I didn't tell her that you went home.
- Sh*t!
She just knows that you're gone. Sorry.
Yo, Rashid, can you give me a lift?
- Me?
- Yeah, you.
- Well...
- Come on, man.
I had to take the f***ing bus to get here.
It took me an hour.
Yeah, but, you know,
we're kind of in the middle of something.
You know what I'm saying?
Oh. Ew.
Okay. Well, do you have any things on you?
Yeah, always.
- Here.
- Whoa.
Thank you.
But, you know,
I don't get paid until next week.
- So you owe me.
- Yeah, I owe you.
Tanya.
- Hmm?
Bye.
Oh.
Okay. Okay.
- Yo, Brandi, you going to work tomorrow?
- No.
You better come up with something good
for Petersen on Monday.
- That b*tch is pissed.
- Yeah, you said.
You know what?
I just can't believe
What do you mean?
Oh, man, you are so lucky.
I mean, you really could have been killed.
- I am lucky.
- Yeah.
Okay. I'll see you later.
- All right.
- Bye.
- F***! F***! God damn it!
- Be cool, baby. Be cool.
What the hell are we gonna do?
- She f***ing saw.
- She saw the car.
- She didn't see the body, she saw the car.
- Yeah.
All you have to do is fix the f***ing window.
Wait a minute.
There's blood on the seats in the car.
- Seat covers.
- Seat covers?
All we have to do is get rid of him, right?
Yeah.
So we wait till dark,
dump his ass in the park.
- What, and that's it?
- That's it.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Baby, I've done sh*t like this
a thousand times. It's no big deal.
A thousand times?
Well, not really a thousand times.
Come on, you know what I mean.
Look.
We chill out for a few hours,
wait till dark, go and do the deed.
You know what I mean?
Okay.
Good girl.
Where are you going, baby girl?
Dog, dog. Princess!
Princess, where are you?
Princess! Princess!
Princess!
Princess, you come here right now.
Princess?
Princess?
Princess, where are you? Princess?
Princess, you come here. Princess?
Princess?
Princess? There you are.
You naughty, naughty thing, you.
You're a naughty little baby dog, aren't you?
Arert you? Yes, you are.
Help me! Help me, please!
Yes, you are. You're a naughty little girl.
What's got into you?
Oh, my God.
Where have you been?
You've been in the garbage again,
haven't you?
Look. Now Daddy's got to go
get us all cleaned up,
you naughty, naughty thing, you.
Help me. I need help. Please! F***!
- So how are you gonna do it?
- Do what?
Get rid of him.
Listen, the guy's not Superman, is he?
I mean, how much longer
You f***ed him up pretty bad, babe.
You said you could do it.
Yeah, yeah, I can do it.
- So then how?
- How?
Yeah, you said you could get rid of him,
so why can't you tell me
how you're gonna get rid of him?
You really want to know
how I'm gonna do it?
- Yes.
- You really want to know?
That's what I asked you!
You want to know? Okay.
Wait right here. Just wait.
You want to know how I'm gonna do it?
Think this will do it?
Oh, yeah, great.
You want to wake up
the whole neighborhood?
Oh, right.
Do you think that'll do it?
Just stop talking and do it.
What, you want me to do it now?
Yes. Do it now. It's dark outside.
Who knows
who else is gonna come around here.
I've already got to deal with Tanya
and she's got a big mouth.
Okay, okay, I'll do it now
and get this motherfucking thing over with
just to shut you up! Christ!
Let me have your car keys.
My car keys? Why?
- So I can put him in your trunk.
- My trunk?
We'll get rid of him and the car in the park.
We'll burn the f***er.
You want to burn my car now?
I thought you said we could fix the window
and put seat covers on.
Seat covers? Are you f***ing nuts?
It's got his blood everywhere.
Look what happened to OJ.
Yeah, but didn't OJ go free?
That's not the point.
His blood is everywhere.
You can't get rid of blood.
Give me the keys.
You can get another goddamn car.
I mean, you're getting a promotion, right?
You still alive, man?
He shot him.
Motherf***er!
Oh, no, he's not leaving now.
Rashid?
Oh, my God.
Help!
Help!
Stop.
Stop!
I'm out.
I'm out.
Just let me go. That's all you got to do.
Just let me go.
I said stop.
Stop!
What the f*** is wrong with you?
- What are you doing?
- What am I doing?
I'm not doing anything. You are.
You're doing it.
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