The Hole Page #5

Look, I'm not gonna stay down here and | listen to you f*** each other's brains out.

I'm trying.

- I'm leaving too! | - Not you as well

I'm not playing gooseberry.

I'm not staying down here.

Are you going straight home?

We could stop by the station | and get a pizza. I'm starving.

- No. Thanks, though. | - C'mon, trains go to London all the time.

Yeah, no. I... I know.

I'm gonna go by Amber's, see if we can | patch things up. Things have been awful.

Amber? But she humiliated you.

How the f*** would you know | anything about that?

Enjoy yourselves. I'm outta here.

Hey, Mikey? Your weed, mate.

- Mate, you said you'd do this. | - You said it'd be fun.

- It is! | - For you. You'll have a great weekend.

- We could have fun. Please. | - You're gonna get laid. Enjoy this.

Come on, Mike. Please. Stay.

You're gonna have a great time.

You'll be here completely by yourselves. | Enjoy it, all right?

- I hate him.

- What's up, Liz? | - Something's wrong! I can't open the door!

Can you move out of the way?

Watch this.

F***! It won't open.

- Well, push it, you twat. | - The handle's stuck.

You are such a donkey, mate. | Oi, Liz! Down. Let me sort it out.

- You are such a cretin. | - Look, I'm not f***ing retarded, OK?

- The f***ing door won't open! | - Get out of the way!

- Who was the last one down? | - It was Geoff.

- How f***ing hard did you slam it? | - It wasn't me, it was Liz!

- It's a heavy door! It slammed itself. | - Doors don't just slam themselves locked.

Hello!

Sorry! I didn't know we'd get stuck, did I?

- This is bullshit! | - You're sorry?! That's just f***ing great

What do we do? Do we just f***ing rot?

I guess... we just wait to be found.

In two days, my parents are going to be | up there waiting for me.

If I'm not there, they'll know I told a pack of | lies and I'll be up to my arse in sh*t!

Good point. My parents'll go berserk!

Good f***ing job, a**hole!

- How long before we're found? | - I don't know!

Sh*t! I am in so much trouble!

Perfect

Help! Anyone! Help!

- Somebody try the glass.

We have to do something | that might open the f***ing door!

- Well, what'll we f***ing do?

F***ing b*tch! You f***ing b*tch!

You all right? Why don't we sit down?

Thanks.

It's been a nightmare for forensics. | They can barely lift a usable print.

It'll take us six months to sift through | all the hair and fibre we lifted.

What about the listening devices?

The kids probably mistook | the small air vents for microphones.

Lack of food and water would have | made them confused and paranoid.

So do you have anything | to tie Martin Taylor to the scene?

Not yet.

But he will have left | something somewhere.

And we'll find it.

Right. Thanks.

Open the door! You b*tch! Open the door!

Liz! Liz!

Liz!

- Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry! | - Bullshit!

- Bullshit! | - I'm sorry!

How could you do this to me, Lizzie? | You f***ing betrayed me!

No! They let you go! I knew they would!

They've tapped my phone, | they tried to follow me here!

- They want me for the whole thing! | - They can't prove anything!

- If they could, they would have by now! | - You grassed me up, you b*tch!

Hello?

Hello?

What happened?

You've got to get me out of here! | Please. I don't feel safe.

I don't want to be alone. | I don't feel safe.

- All right. All right. Liz... | - Please. Please!

Liz, come on. Calm down. | Take a deep breath. Come on. Calm down.

Listen, I can help you, | but you've got to stop playing games.

Some people | need to know what happened.

They don't care how terrible your story is. | They want to know the truth.

I want to know the truth too!

I want to go back to the hole.

Absolutely not! No way.

I keep getting glimpses of what happened.

I'll be doing something like tying my laces | and I'll turn around... and I'll see Frankie.

But when I try to remember, I can't. | There's nothing.

Nothing at all.

And I don't know what happened.

I want to know, but I can't remember.

Do you want to be re-admitted? | And we can work through this.

No.

I need to go back to the hole.

There's no escape, Tom.

Mrs Dunn called again,

...pissing and moaning | Dr Horwood's run away with her child.

Saying she'll call the press, the Complaints | Commission, if we don't find her!

All right. But I bet you they're having | a bloody pizza somewhere.

- D'you want the rest? | - Go on. Amaze me.

I will. It's about Martin Taylor.

Come on.

Come on!

Looks different.

I don't even feel like I've been here before.

Liz.

Liz.

Hey, Mikey? Your weed, mate.

You are the cretin.

Dude, you're getting laid. | It's gonna be a great time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

We weren't locked in from the outside.

Sh*t! I am in so much trouble!

F***! Sh*t, I don't believe it! The stupid...

Did you try the glass?

What could I do?

I couldn't let him leave.

Carry on.

- Guys, guys! The water's gone off. | - Are you sure?

- I just went for a drink. There's no water. | - What?

What? What? What's happened?

After you start to feel thirsty,

...you find yourself feeling impatient.

Maybe even a little sick.

Then your pulse starts to go up.

Then there's the headaches, dizziness...

When it gets bad, your vision will | blur and you'll find it hard to walk and talk.

Your tongue swells up.

Your skin shrivels.

You twitch.

You go deaf.

And then you die.

How long does this take?

From when we run out of water, | about three or four days.

- How do you know all this? | - Army cadets.

Liz! Lizzie!

Lizzie, it's gonna be fine! | It's gonna be OK, Liz!

We're bound to get rescued!

They'll find us. They will! Next week | we'll be down the pub having a laugh.

- I promise you.

And I'm buying, all right? | It's gonna be all right.

We'll go out and buy lots of new things.

And there's all those exciting exams | to look forward to.

Can we look on the positive side?

No, I've got a hard-on for those exams. | They're great.

- You've got a hard-on for everything. | - Not for you, mate.

I'm OK.

Have you ever loved someone so much...

...you didn't care what happened | to yourself?

You just had to be with them.

If they look atyou,

...yourheart stops.

Ifyou feel theirbreath on yourskin,

...youjust ache.

Have you ever craved someone so much...

...that you didn't exist any more?

No.

Well, I have.

Guys!

Hey, guys! Liz!

Guys! Liz!

- Frankie's sick.

Look, I'm serious. She's very, very sick. | It just keeps coming out of her.

So you're f***ing her now?

He really doesn't kiss | the way I thought he would.

I always thought he'd kiss me really soft,

- ..but he kisses really hard.

You know, you could have told me | about you and Mike.

But I suppose it doesn't matter any more.

We're getting on so well!

It's like we've been together for ages.

- I think he's falling in love with me.

- He is. Yeah, he is, I can feel it.

- We'll probably sleep together tonight.

- I bet we'll get out tomorrow.

I have a really strong feeling we'll get out. | Like... Iike someone will find us, right?

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