The Butchering
- Year:
- 2015
- 111 min
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(ominous music)
(man breathing heavy)
(dial tone buzzing)
(menacing music)
[Operator] 999, please
state your emergency.
(woman screaming)
(fire alarm beeping)
I need a car that's
near Ashley Park.
Do we have a car near Ashley?
[Male Officer] Yeah,
we're a few minutes away.
We can be a go for Ashley.
[Operator] Just got
a call in from 36,
neighbor said she heard screams
coming from the Miller house.
[Male Officer] Yeah,
well that's a Friday night
in the Miller House.
[Operator] Come on,
you know how this goes.
Take a look at her
and if she's bruised,
we cuff hum and put him in the...
[Male Officer] In the drunk
tank, in the drunk tank.
What do we do with the son?
[Operator] He's probably with
the others at the town hall.
Keep a unit outside the
house 'til he gets home.
[Male Officer] All
right, got you covered.
We're all over it.
(fire alarm beeping)
(knocking)
(door opening)
[Male Officer] Wen?
Wen, if you're there, I need
you to come through right away.
Wen, we need backup here.
This isn't a domestic.
This isn't a domestic, Wen.
We're in the house.
This is not a domestic.
I need you here right
now, we need backup.
(sirens wailing)
I could see
taking a retirement
when I have the chance.
This was one with a lot
of sadness in her eyes,
let me tell ya.
Hardly surprising.
He beat the sh*t out of her.
(camera clicking)
Penny for your thoughts?
Where's his son?
Tommy?
Not that it matters,
when we arrived.
I'm not lying to you, Walton.
Don't take emotion well.
You're doing the talkin'
when we tell them about this.
Somethin' tells
me he already knows.
Beg your pardon?
We need to find Tommy.
The town hall?
What?
The party at the town hall.
That's where the kids are.
(rock music)
Hey, Ryan.
F*** me.
So, I was thinking I bet you
know you know why I'm going
to University of
Edinburgh next year.
Right, right yeah.
Well, it'd be great to
have a hot Scottish boyfriend
but I don't want my
first time to be someone
who sounds like Mel
Gibson from Braveheart
if you know what I mean.
Yeah, yeah I think I do.
But you know, Elise, there'll
that'd be willing to give the
send-off that you deserve.
Anyone in particular?
Marcus!
Yeah, Marcus seems
to really like you.
Excuse me.
(scoffs)
As if.
(indistinct chatter)
Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have wrecked it.
Ryan.
We're at a party.
Let's just...
forget about it.
Really?
Really.
Okay.
Come with me a second.
Look.
I know the way a lot of them say
that long-distance doesn't work.
I'm not trying to put
any pressure on you.
I'm really not, it's just...
If you wanna wait, I...
You have it.
Ryan, I don't want a night.
I want this.
I want all of this.
We'll make it work.
Yeah, we will...
Unless...
Elise gets her way.
I brushed her off.
Besides, she has so many STIs,
they need a new alphabet.
(laughs)
Come on, we'll go
enjoy the party.
In a minute.
Did the music just stop?
Yeah, I know right.
Why?
I don't know.
Wait here a second.
What the f***?
(menacing music)
(thud)
Oh sh*t.
Oh sh*t, holy sh*t!
Well, what is it?
Cora, I just need
you to be quiet, okay.
- Ryan, what's going on?
- Shh.
(indistinct chatter)
[Tommy] Who brought you here?
[Woman] What?
Tommy, what are you doing?
[Tommy] Sit down right.
[Woman] Tommy, no!
(yelling)
(woman screaming)
(people yelling)
(menacing music)
Okay, just follow me.
(Cora screaming)
(camera clicking)
(sirens wailing)
F***.
You okay?
Listen.
We're gonna send you
both home tonight.
And tomorrow, you're gonna
have to make some statements.
(gasps)
Oh mommy.
(Cora sobbing)
So, how you doing?
Who did this, detective?
Tommy Miller.
(phone ringing)
You've got Walton.
[Man] Walton, we got him.
I think we have him.
What?
[Man] Someone at Dark Head
We got a few calls.
Oh f***, where?
[Man] He's heading
past Burnt Hill
heading into the woods.
All right, I'll be there.
Listen, I want the police
surrounded with cars.
Do you hear me?
(somber music)
(rock music)
[Cora] Keep those
radios turned on.
It's one minute past nine
and you're listening
to KAB102.7.
I'm Cora Burkes
and very soon, the
governor of the airways,
Mr. Noel Dickson, will be
taking you right through
to the witching hour.
Next caller.
Okay caller, you're on the Air.
[Radio Caller] Cora,
you've been on the Air
And we haven't heard
Tommy Miller once.
This weekend is the
10th anniversary
Why are you still in town?
I mean, do I need to remind you
that they never even
found his body, Cora?
You know what.
I don't have to listen to this.
[Radio Caller] Hey, I'm just
trying to look out for you.
Next caller.
Okay, Audrey, you're on the Air.
How can I help?
[Audrey] Cora, Cora!
Cora, please help me!
Audrey?
[Audrey] Help me, Cora!
Help me, he's gonna hurt me!
- Help me!
- Audrey, what's going on?
[Audrey] It's Tommy.
It's Tommy, Tommy Miller.
(Audrey yells)
(Audrey laughs)
[Audrey] Happy
Anniversary Cora!
Well, we don't want
callers like this
on this show, do we Noel?
No, we don't.
And I'd just
like to ask Audrey
and those who may be
laughing along with her,
how would you feel, Audrey,
if I put you on the line
with the families
of those victims?
You wouldn't be so
smug then, would ya?
You absolutely disgust me.
Anyway...
I do apologize for
ending the show
on such a sour
note, but as I said,
Noel Dickson will be here
to take you right
through until midnight.
I'm Cora Burkes.
Until next time.
Cora, I'm so sorry.
We've been screening
them all night.
And I don't know what happened.
Not your fault, Steven.
It is the anniversary,
what can I say?
Yeah, well I'll
be back on Monday
and everything will
be calmed down.
Yeah?
Yeah, until then, I have
a three-day appointment
with my quilt covers.
See you later.
Do you think she sleeps
with a gun under her pillow?
I don't know but
one man's sliding in
the front, you know?
(chuckling)
(phone buzzing)
Listen, if it's
about your car,
I told you I need
to take it tonight.
Are you out of your mind?
Maybe you don't care about
embarrassing yourself
on the radio, but
you have a sister
that has to go to
school tomorrow.
I've listened in even the
Tommy Miller talk, you know.
Take it easy, will ya.
I doubt many of your friends
listen to the radio
anymore, Annabelle.
This is bullshit!
Everyone's gonna
be staring at me
and talking about
my psycho sister!
Hey, shut up.
Who do you think
you are, Annabelle?
You have no idea how tough
this weekend is for me.
And what about me?
Do you not realize
this is hard for me
to live with the stigma of
(sighs)
Well, I'll tell you what.
If you don't like the
stigma of this whole thing,
why don't you just move
back in with mum, huh?
If you can't deal
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