The Demented Page #3
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- Year:
- 2013
- 92 min
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and call it a night?
- Yeah.
- Okay?
Yeah, so it is,
yeah, right here.
There they are.
Do you have pillowcases?
Yeah. You know what?
They should be on the bottom shelf.
- Bottom?
- Mm-hmm.
All right.
- Um...
- Mm-hmm.
I don't see any.
They're there.
Look... look all the way back.
- All the way.
- Up here?
Mm-hmm, yeah.
You know what?
They're under the pillow.
Of course.
Here they are.
I need a...
- What are you doing?
- Wow.
Wowee, you have amazing skin.
- Have I ever told you that?
- Are you crazy?
Why is everybody
always asking me that?
I'm just trying to have
a little fun.
Seriously, Howard,
do you realize
how inappropriate
What are you talking about?
God.
- Want to punish me?
- You know what? F*** you.
Baby, do you hear that?
- David.
- Hmm?
Do you hear that?
It was nothing, babe.
Go back to sleep.
Thank you.
So what's up for today?
You want to go swimming
or what?
Sure, I'm up for that.
I'm glad we're finally here.
It's so beautiful.
Thanks for breakfast.
- What?
- What the f***?
Oh, my God.
All right, f*** it.
That's it.
Wait.
- What are you doing?
- I'm gonna put him out of his misery.
Brice, no.
I have a really bad feeling about this.
Hey, please don't go out.
David, wake up.
Brice is trying to go outside
and that dog from last night
is still out there, you guys.
Please get up.
Hurry.
Oh, really?
The stupid dog again?
Dude, come on.
I got a bat. You want that?
- Yeah, let me get that.
- All right.
I don't know about this.
Maybe we don't do this and call...
- Animal Control.
- Yeah, Animal Control.
Brice.
I just want you to know
I think that this is completely stupid.
All right.
Brice, don't!
Whoa.
Brice!
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, sh*t.
for that sh*t.
Good. I hope it hurt like sh*t,
you little f***.
- Don't say that. He was probably sick.
- You see what he did to my stairs?
All right, the show's over, guys.
Let's throw this dude in the trash can.
What? No. We're not gonna
throw him in the trash, dude.
What if this was your dog?
Ugh!
Oh.
There's an address on here,
but no phone number.
Now I'll just drive it into town
and take it to Animal Control
or something.
Do you have any plastic?
- Yeah. Hang on.
- Oh, my God.
- I knew I heard something last night.
- I'm so sorry.
That was horrible.
Brice, do you mind if I borrow
Naomi for a minute?
- Yeah, sure.
- Great.
Girl stuff. You wouldn't want
to be bored.
- I'll be right up.
- All right, baby.
Hey, what's up?
What's going on?
- With what?
- With you and Howard.
Me and Howard?
What are you talking about?
Oh, don't act dumb.
I stood here last night
and heard you guys upstairs.
And he's been acting really weird
since yesterday.
Sharley, there's nothing
going on with us.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...
um, I'm just gonna go.
No, please stay.
I think you've heard
most of it already anyway.
So what's going on?
Okay, you guys, let's just go outside.
We'll talk about this in private.
Okay.
And as reported earlier, the hospitals
are filling up with patients
with a kind of unusual infection.
The symptoms are vomiting of blood,
lack of muscle control.
WZME advises all listeners
to stay indoors,
keeping all dogs and cats
on leashes,
and reminding you
to have a nice day.
Just tell us
what happened.
It happened
at the Sigma party.
Honestly, Sharley,
I didn't mean for it to happen.
I was really drunk
and he basically took advantage of me.
Whoa, did he force
himself on you?
No, no, it's not exactly
what I'm trying to say, but...
What are you saying?
to hurt you.
Oh, stop it.
You disgust me, both of you.
And for months you pretend?
F*** you.
You're calling yourself my friend
and f***ing my boyfriend.
And f*** him
for being the liar that he is.
He probably just wanted
to come here and see you.
Do not tell Brice.
I'm begging you.
Please let me talk to him first.
Don't you dare say another word
to me all day, you hear me?
This is not a test.
This is a parish-wide
emergency broadcast
from the Louisiana
Emergency System.
There has been
a biological weapon attack.
The following areas of Baton Rouge
Parish have been quarantined...
Springfield, Hammond.
Please stay in your homes.
Lock your doors.
Do not venture outside.
What the f***?
This is not a test.
This is a parish-wide
emergency broadcast
from the Louisiana
Emergency System.
There has been
a biological weapon attack.
The following areas...
- Ma'am?
- Please stay in your homes.
Lock your doors.
Do not venture outside.
Excuse me, ma'am,
are you all right?
Oh. Oh, my God. Oh.
Get off, get off, get off!
Guys, guys!
Guys, guys!
Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys!
Yeah, we're in here.
- Guys, where are you?
- Whoa. What's going on?
Guys, pack your sh*t.
We are getting the f*** out of here.
Something really f***ing weird
is going on. Baby, baby, baby,
go get the car.
I'm gonna go get our sh*t.
- We gotta get the f*** out of here.
- Why?
The radio said this whole f***ing area
is quarantined.
Like, some kind of biological weapon
or some sh*t like that...
Then how can we leave
if it's quarantined?
No, no, no, no,
you don't understand.
It's not about how can we leave.
We have to leave.
Okay, if the roads are blocked,
then there's no point in us leaving.
No, no, no, David's right.
We should just go.
And if we get to a roadblock,
then we'll decide what to do.
No, they don't let people
in or out during quarantine.
I don't give a f***
if they don't let people out!
You didn't see what I just saw!
We have to leave!
What about the infection?
We just need to all stay inside.
That way we don't get it.
- No, we are leaving.
- Look, look...
Guys, guys, hey!
No one is going anywhere.
If the area is quarantined,
we can't f***ing...
Help! Help! Help!
- Help me get him!
- David!
Howard!
No! No!
- Sharley, no!
- Get off of me!
- Sharley.
- Back up, Sharley.
Get off of me!
Back the f*** up.
No. Howard.
- No.
- Oh...!
Get off of me!
No. No. No. No.
No. No. Baby. Baby.
No.
Oh, my God.
Holy f***. Holy f***.
Dude, get up.
Run! Run!
Oh, my God!
Go upstairs...
the attic. Go.
Sharley!
Oh, my God, Sharley!
- We have to go. Sharley, please.
- Get off of me!
Get off!
Oh, my God! Go!
Go.
No. Open the door.
Sharley, open the door.
Sharley, let me in.
Sharley, please!
No!
- Naomi!
- Brice, f***ing don't.
Stop.
Please!
Get off!
I have to go check.
Why are they standing
frozen like that?
That's how the lady
in the road was.
And when I talked to her,
she went crazy.
You know, they said on the radio
that the infected people
might spread the disease
through body fluids.
Body fluids?
Yeah.
So the dog from yesterday
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