The Breed Page #4

- I'm so sorry for this, Sara.|- Don't be. It's not your fault.

- (Matt) Yes, it is.|- Matt!

It's Ok.

This is Ok?

None of this is Ok.

We should've left this morning.|We should never even have come here.

I didn't know this was supposed|to happen.

Of course you didn't. Because|you don't think, you just do,

only this time you dragged|all of us down with you.

Nikki, just let it happen.

Does this make you feel better?|Lay it all on me. I'm the f***-up.

Mum knows it. Dad knew it.|It's never you. It's always me.

It is always you. I wasn't given|the room to make mistakes.

- That room was filled with yours.|- I just wanted you to have fun.

Bullshit. You wanted me to act like you

cos if there's two of us it would make|you seem less of a disappointment.

It must be nice to have your life|so together.

Dad would be proud.

What's up? You all right?

- How you doing?|- I'm all right.

You know, er...

when our Dad got sick...

...I knew Matt was pissed at me|for bailing,

but I just didn't know what to do.

After he died, I tried to make it up|to him. I tried to be around more.

I just didn't know|he hated me so much.

He doesn't hate you|as much as he thinks he does.

- All evidence to the contrary.|- He loves you, John.

He's here for you.|Mr Responsible skipped school,

a week away from his finals, just to|spend a weekend with his big brother.

- He can't say no to you.|- Yeah, look where it got him.

None of this is your fault.

You'll get through this.

Besides, you're a hard guy|to stay angry at.

- Yeah?|- Yeah.

Even I don't hate you|quite as much as I used to.

"Quite."

I really love him, you know.

I know.

I'm glad.

- Hey.|- Want a sip?

Uh-huh.

Your uncle had|very eclectic musical tastes.

That's putting it nicely.

- Thank you.|- Cheers.

Hey. You're gonna be fine.

I feel awful.

Why? You guys have been wanting|to do that for years.

(Sara) You'll both recover.|(Matt) I hope so.

- You ready to turn this mother out?|- (Sara) Yes!

- Ready?|- (Matt) Come on, Mr DJ.

(Blues music cuts out)

(John) The fuse?|- Yeah. I'll get it. I know where it is.

- (Matt) I'll come with you.|- No, no. Relax, relax.

Each of you has your job.|You're the future doctor -

smart and calm under pressure.

You're the Eagle Scout|in black sheep's clothing -

quick with a weapon|and handy with a sea plane.

You're the perky, athletic one -|very randy to have around.

And you... you look incredibly sexy|in a bikini.

Now where does all that leave moi?

I'm the one who knows|where the fuse box is.

(Sara) He's in need of psychiatric help.

(Creaking)

(Metal can clatters)

(Laughs)

Why have they always gotta put|the fuse box in the basement? Damn.

O... k.

(Blues record starts again)

(Laughs)

Oh!

You're mine, baby.

(Music stops)

Oh! You gotta be kidding me.

(Cans clatter)

(Laughs)

Almost, baby.

(Metallic rattle)

(Low growl)

(Dog snarls)

(Noah screams)

Stay with Sara.

No!

(Barking)

Matt, slide that over here!

(Sara) They're coming|through the door, Nikki! Hurry!

Come on, come on!|Come on, hurry up!

(John) Get Sara and get upstairs now!|(Matt) Get upstairs!

(Nikki) Get upstairs!|(Matt) Get to the attic!

Oh no!

(Sara) Hurry up!

(Nikki) Matt!

(Nikki) Grab this!

- (Nikki) Ok?|- Let's go, let's go!

(Nikki) Hurry!|(John) Let's go!

(John) Get the rope!

(All out of breath)

- (Nikki) You Ok?|- My shoulder.

Oh, my God! You got bitten!

(Snarling)

(Howling)

(Thunderclap)

(Dog howls)

None of this seems real.

I can't believe that Noah is dead.

Ok, look, we'll get out of here.|We'll get you guys to a doctor,

Whatever it is,|they're gonna figure it out.

(Whispers) Go away!

- Hey, Sara, please...|- Get off me!

- I'm so sorry.|- That's Ok.

- You know I didn't mean that.|- That's Ok. Come here.

(Sara) I'm sorry.|(John) I'm gonna get you out of here.

- I promise.|- Ok.

I just don't feel right.

(John) I know.

(John) You'll be all right.

Johnny.

AMCS.

Army Mountain Combat School,|that's who leased the compound.

- So they were training attack dogs?|- Could be experiments that went wrong.

Why would Uncle Frank|have these papers?

Uncle Frank wouldn't be involved|with something like this.

- He was an animal rights activist.|- (John) keep telling yourself that.

They probably told him what|he told me - that the dogs got rabies,

it spread, and that's why|they had to put them all down.

Well, they missed a few.

- (Matt) Clear?|- (Whispers) Yeah, we're good.

You guys get in the room.|Stay there.

- Be careful.|- I will.

(Flies buzzing)

What's that smell?

They've marked their territory.

We're the ones trespassing now.

(Door opens)

You ready for this?

No. You?

No.

Jesus, Matt. Matt!

What is he doing? Is he insane?

(Sara) He's not afraid.

So sad.

I've waited ten years|for him to notice me.

What are you talking about?

It feels over.

It's not over. Don't talk like that.

Pop the clutch!

Sh*t!

(Howling and barking)

Come on, Mattie.

Come on, Mattie!

- Give me the bow.|- Here.

Heads up, Mattie!

(John) Come on, come on.

We need more speed.

(John) Hold on!

Better work this time!

(Engine starts)

- Cool.|- Piece of cake.

(Engine whines)

They don't like the noise.

Let's go!

I don't think I'm gonna make|those finals, Johnny.

Sh*t!

Hold on to him!

(Dog yelps)

Sara won't come down.|You've gotta help.

I got it, Mattie.

- I tried everything.|- Get in.

Sara!

- Sara.|- Go away.

- No.|- Get out!

- No!|- I won't make it.

I don't care! Get up! On your feet!

(Dog growls)

Get out of my house!

- John, out the window!|- I'm not leaving!

You understand?|If I break eye contact, it's over.

I will be right behind you.

- Gone?|- Yeah.

(Screams)

You Ok?

(Screams)

Sara!

(Creaking)

- Sara!|- (Matt) No, no.

- (John) No!|- Come on!

(Barking)

(Matt) That fence didn't used|to be here.

We'll break through it with the car.

What if the fence is the only thing|standing between us and those dogs?

That's true.

(John) Ok... Ok,|but we'll leave the car running.

If we turn it off, we don't know|if it'll start again.

The car's not gonna|get us off this island.

Well, if we need to,|it'll get us the hell out of here.

Come on.

(John) There's gotta be a radio here.|(Matt) It's no good if there's no power.

- Look.|- (Matt) Solar panel.

- We could hook onto that, right?|- Yeah.

- Were you ever here?|- (Matt) No, not inside.

Looks like an attack-protection suit.

What the hell is all this stuff?

This was not a training facility.|Something else was going on here.

They weren't training anything.

They were genetically redesigning them.|They were playing God.

No!

Let's keep moving.

Here's a radio.

No power.

All right, how do we hook in|to the solar power?

The batteries have to be|around here somewhere.

(John) Down here.

- Batteries.|- All right, good.

I'm gonna check the main first.

Hit the breaker.

These batteries|are never gonna charge.

They're too rusted. Look.

No, they're the old lead-acid kind.|They'll hold a charge forever.

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