The Cottage Page #4

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over an argument.

Something's not right.

Oh, my God!

Help! Come down!

Quick, come down!

F***ing idiot.

What the f*** is the matter with you?

Why are there peas

all over the floor?

I heard something

underneath that trapdoor.

What?

There, there, underneath.

There, there it is.

No, no, no. Don't open it,

don't open it! We'll be killed!

We're in a creepy house

in the middle of nowhere.

There's a trapdoor in the kitchen

with a weird noise

coming from underneath.

What the f*** do you think

is gonna be down there?

See, nothing.

It was probably a f***ing rat,

which is why only you heard it.

Now stop causing

a f***ing problem, or I'll tear...

What? What?

Why are there hands in the freezer?

I think we should go now.

Yeah.

Wait!

Don't you leave me.

Don't you f***ing leave me.

Peter, I'm sorry.

And I won't tell me dad.

I promise you'll be okay.

Why should I believe you?

Because I'm begging you.

Please, I don't wanna die.

Oh, what am I doing?

All you've done is hurt me

or be rude to me.

I must be an idiot.

Just hurry up

and get me out of here.

He's right bloody there.

Hurry up!

Get a move on!

You f***ing bastard!

Get back here now!

Get back here,

you f***ing p*ssy!

Coward! Chickenshit!

What are you looking at,

you ugly f***?

Please don't say anything.

This is the worst night in my life.

Not only have I met you,

I've stumbled

into the only house in the country

with someone worse than you.

Shut up, for f***'s sake!

I saved you.

Well, that's your fault, p*ssy.

Please, Peter, please.

I need you.

Mug!

I knew it. I'm so gullible.

I should have left you.

I'd be miles away by now.

What do you want me to do

with this?

We've gotta kill him.

No, I will not.

Yes, you f***ing will.

When he wakes up,

he's not gonna be very happy.

We've got to kill him now,

before he comes round.

I can't, I don't know what to do.

Just stick it in him,

you f***ing weed!

Where?

In his head.

Today!

Give me the f***ing thing.

If you're too much of a wet sh*t,

I'll do it meself.

Stop calling me names.

I'm not like you.

I know that, little boy!

I'm not a little boy.

I'm probably twice your age.

Just because I can't murder or kill...

Go on! F***ing do it,

you ugly prick!

Cut the c*nt's head off!

Come on!

F***ing do it!

What are you waiting for?

You're a f***ing man, aren't you?

Or are you just a f***ing woman

like all the f***ing others?

Come on.

I haven't got all day to wait

for some ugly prick

to kill some scraggy c*nt.

They've been over this fence.

How do you know that?

Because that whale

and baby are his family.

Let's go.

Can't we stop a moment?

I'm really tired.

- No, we can't.

- I'm not used to walking.

I don't care.

Should we be

on the lookout for traps?

Why?

Because we're near a farm.

Don't they always use traps?

- David!

- Shut up!

Okay.

- Who do you think lives here?

- Old MacDonald.

- Who's that?

- Shut up.

Keep your eyes peeled

and be careful.

Do you think we should look inside,

see if they're in the house?

Yeah.

What the f***?

What is that?

If I'm not mistaken,

it's a piece of my brother's shoe.

And foot.

Oh, f*** me!

What?

They've cut off his feet.

Who's doing this?

Have they got Tracey?

Right, f*** the plan!

F*** the money!

I need to find my brother.

What was that?

That door over there.

Don't be long.

Peter?

Peter?

"The children have found

a young man tied up in the barn.

"He had no face.

"I think he's going to hurt us.

We will try to flee tonight.

Must stop.

He is coming."

What the hell is this place?

Tracey?

Tracey?

David. Dav...

David.

David, somebody's cut off

Tracey's head.

I know, I'm looking at it.

Should we get out of here now?

I'm not leaving without Peter.

I've found a coat.

I think there's a light in here.

Jesus! Mother of f***!

Well, Peter's not here,

so he may still be alive.

That one moved.

Which one?

The ugly one.

What the f*** are you?

Oh, God!

David!

Hello? No.

Dad? Is that you?

Oh, please come quick.

We're on a farm.

Tracey's dead,

and there's a madman after me.

Peter?

David!

What the hell's going on?

Where are you?

There's a farmer.

He's a lunatic.

He's killed Tracey.

I'm hanging on a hook.

I'm in so much pain.

Wait.

I'm trying to get free.

Peter, can you move?

I can't.

I'm stuck, pinned to the ground.

I need your help.

Okay, wait there.

Okay. I'll wait here.

Okay, David, I'm coming.

Don't worry, I'm coming.

Oh, God.

Oh, this is taking ages.

Oh, hurry up, for f***'s sake.

I'm here.

I know.

You okay?

No, I'm in a lot of pain.

This is probably gonna hurt.

I've only got half a foot.

I know.

I found the other half of it

over there.

What did you do with it?

I lost it.

Oh, not to worry.

What a clear night.

You can actually see the stars.

Wow, they're amazing.

Peter, I'm sorry.

Oh, forget about it.

I don't think even you

could have foreseen this.

What's this?

It's the deed to Mum's house.

Oh, well...

I'm sure we'll both be dead

within the hour.

Let's share for the rest of our lives.

Sounds like a plan.

Mum would've...

she'd have liked that.

Yes, she would've done.

F*** this.

I want my boat.

I want to sail on it

and live the rest of my life.

We are not dying here tonight.

Okay.

Have you looked for a phone yet?

No, not properly.

I was being chased by a madman.

I'm gonna look for one.

No, no. Shouldn't we

just try and get away?

It's taken us ten minutes

to get in here.

There isn't another house

for miles around.

Best thing we can do

is get help to come here.

- What shall I do?

- Just wait here.

If the farmer comes back,

just give me a shout.

Okay, be careful.

Yeah, you too.

Don't do anything stupid.

No.

- Peter.

- Yes?

About the greenhouse...

I'm sorry.

Holy sh*t!

Peter! He's outside!

Outside. Outside.

- I thought you said he was outside.

- He is outside.

I can't see him.

Did you hear that?

It's a head!

It's Andrew's bloody head!

I can't take this anymore!

We can't get out that way.

We have to go out this way.

Oh, do you want this, do you?

You f***ing mad, mad bastard.

I swear.

If you move one more muscle,

I'm gonna rip this b*tch in two.

Okay, Peter, get away

from the trapdoor.

You are going down in the cellar.

Right, Peter, start moving

that dresser over the trapdoor.

We're gonna lock the f***er

down there.

Come on!

Get down now!

Move it!

Move!

Come on,

the f***ing pair of you.

I've got a whole book of these photos.

No, David!

No! No! No, no, no! David!

You bastard!

You bastard!

You killed my brother.

Oh, you must be joking.

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