The Grey
- Year:
- 2011
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(WOLVES HOWLING)
OTTWAY:
A job atthe end of the world.
a big petroleum company.
I don't know why I did
half the things I've done,
but I know this
is where I belong,
surrounded by my own.
Ex-cons, fugitives,
drifters,
a**holes.
Men unfit for mankind.
(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(MUSIC FADES)
(INAUDIBLE)
There's not a second
that goes by
when I'm not thinking
of you in some way.
I want to see your face,
feel your hands in mine,
feel you against me.
But I know that will never be.
You left me,
and I can't get you back.
I move like
cursed.
And I feel like
it's only a matter of time.
I don't know why
I'm writing this.
I don't know
what can come of it.
(WOLVES HOWLING)
I know I can't get you back.
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
I don't know why
this has happened to us.
I feel like it's me.
Bad luck.
Poison.
And I've stopped doing
this world any real good.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
"Once more into the fray".
"Into the last good fight
I'll ever know"
(GUN CLICKS)
(WOLF HOWLING)
"Live and die on this day"
(WOLF BREATHING HEAVILY)
"Live and die on this day"
(WOLF GROANING)
MAN:
Let's go. I need yourboarding passes, please.
Please have them out.
There's a storm coming in. We gotta
get this plane off the tarmac.
You guys are f***ing
this up. Let's go.
(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(FLIGHT ATTENDANT
CHATTERING ON PA)
FLANNERY:
Sh*t. Sorry, bro.Sh*t. Sorry, man. Sorry.
(GRUNTS)
(EXHALES)
(BLOWING)
(LIGHT CLICKS)
(FLANNERY GROANS)
It is as cold as this
motherf***er's ever been, huh?
I ain't shittin' either, man.
I stripped down
for the showers,
and icicles are
forming on my nuts.
I didn't even think
that sh*t was possible.
You got a girl
back in Anchorage?
No.
FLANNERY:
Oh.I got me a few.
One had to get the scrape.
At least that's
what she told me.
She's been hitting me up
for the money ever since.
I'm like, "B*tch,
we both f***ed."
"I'll split it
with you, whatever."
I'm Flannery,
by the way. Todd.
You're Ottman, right?
Ottway.
Oops, sorry, bro.
Ottway, yeah.
So, you blast critters
for a living, huh,
and do some of
that sniper sh*t?
What's the biggest piece of game you've taken down?
Like, a Kodiak, huh?
You know, I saw that
documentary that a**hole did.
You know, the fag
who loves bears...
Listen, listen, pal. I don't want to talk.
I need some quiet.
So, I'm just going to
put my head back, okay?
Yeah, it's cool.
It's cool.
(SEATBELT ALERT CHIMES)
(PLANE ENGINE REVVING)
(LIGHT CLICKS)
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Sir. Sir, I
need you to sit down, please.
FLANNERY:
Yeah, I'm sitting.FLANNERY:
Yeah, I'm sitting.You like that sh*t, don't you?
No, I don't.
TALGET:
I would nevereat a sea urchin.
They say if you eat it, not
only does it make you impotent,
but it poisons you, and it
causes extreme skin reactions.
MAN 1:
No, it's the opposite.Plus it tastes like sh*t You ever taste that?
You ever seen one?
It makes you through
with this, seriously.
MAN 1:
What'sthe other thing?
TALGET:
Spicy tuna roll.Not impotent.
Oh, incontinent.
(MEN LAUGHING)
That's why you were
pissing on yourself
like you did
last Saturday night.
That reminds me
of my childhood.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
MAN 1:
No, it's a true storyI'm a true story.
I'm playing with you, man.
Really.
MAN 2:
And then they washthe ammonia off the fish.
TALGET:
A Swedish massage.I'm gonna be sick.
F*** me.
DIAZ:
F***.What was that?
Sh*t.
(MUTTERING INAUDIBLY)
FLANNERY:
Hey, guys,do yourself a favor,
don't do that head-between-your-knees
crash position sh*t
if this f***er goes down.
MAN 3:
Shut the f*** up.MAN 4:
Why you saying that, man?Shut up!
HERNANDEZ:
Shut the f*** up.MAN 5:
Shut up.MAN 6:
Suck my dick,Flannery.
Why would you even say that?
I'm just saying, I seen it on the
Discovery Channel, this plane crashes,
these people's spines went
through the tops of their skulls
'cause they were all bent
over like f***ing retards.
MAN 3:
Flannery, I'm goingto knock you the f*** out.
Shut up! Who's
friends with this guy?
I'm just saying!
Stop f***ing saying.
Whoever's closest,
just f***ing hit him.
All right.
F***ing guy, man.
Is he planning on flying out of
this sh*t at any time or what?
Ooh, you boys are sensitive.
MAN 7:
Great, just...Everybody stop talking.
(SNORING SOFTLY)
MAN 1:
Hey, there's ice onthis side of the window.
Please remain in your seats.
MAN 2:
What's going on?MAN 3:
Hey, sweetheart?Why is it so f***ing cold in here?
Where you going?
There's ice on my window.
Miss, what's happening?
FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Everyone,
please remain calm.
Make sure you have
your seatbelts on.
MAN 4:
Jesus Christ!(MEN CHATTERING ANXIOUSLY)
FLIGHT ATTENDANT:
No, remain seated, sir.
MAN 5:
It's too f***ing cold.MAN 6:
Tell the pilot to get onand tell us what's going on here.
I know that's not
supposed to happen.
(CLANGING)
Sir, you have to sit
back down in your seat!
MAN 7:
F***ing crazy!MAN 8:
I'm gonna die!I'm gonna die!
(PLANE LOSING ALTITUDE)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(INHALING)
(LOUD RUMBLING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(PLANE LOSING ALTITUDE)
(PLANE ENGINE STALLING)
(GASPING)
(WIND HOWLING)
FLANNERY:
Somebody help me!Help me!
Help me, somebody!
Help!
Somebody help me! F***.
I got you. I got you.
(GROANS) I got you..
I got you.
We f***ing went down!
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
That guy's cut in half.
What the f***!
Don't look! Don't look at it.
Don't look! Look at me. Look at me!
We went down.
My hand's f***ed,
my leg's f***ed.
Ah! F***!
It's good.
It's good that it hurts.
Is it good?
It's good, yeah.
Then I'm f***ing fabulous.
Yeah. Are you
bleeding anywhere else?
I don't know, man.
I can't tell.
Let me get you some cover.
Don't go. Don't leave me.
No, no! I'll be straight back.
Where are you going?
It's okay.
I'll be straight back.
F***. Sh*t.
(GROANING)
HERNANDEZ:
Ottway!I gotta get out of here.
It's gonna be okay.
There's some Vicodin in my bag.
Hernandez.
Hernandez, you okay?
I just gotta make a call to Vanessa.
Quick, to Vanessa.
Just one call.
You're in shock, Hernandez.
But I need you to
stand up and help me.
What happened?
The plane went down, man.
What?
We crashed.
No, no, no way.
That's bullshit.
That's f***ing bullshit.
I'm just asleep.
We crashed.
I was just sleeping.
Like, there's no way
that could've happened.
What about the pilots?
The pilots?
What are you talking about?
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