The Hole Page #6

- Do you think you can hang on that long?

Frankie?

Franks? Frankie?

Frankie!

- Frankie! | - Get away from her!

Frankie...

- Frankie, wake up!

- Frankie, speak to me! | - Oh, my God!

What's wrong?

Oh, sh*t! What have you done to her?

Frankie, what's wrong? Wake up!

What's wrong?

- Frankie... | - Geoff. Oh, my God. F***.

You f***ing killed her!

What have you done? | What have you done to her?.

- I didn't... | - What did she do to you?

Geoff.

Geoff.

Geoff, it's f***ing horrible. | Please stop touching her. Please, Geoff.

She's f***ing dead! | Stop f***ing touching her!

I'm so sorry, Frankie. | Frankie, I'm so sorry.

What... what... | what happened, what did I do?

You were my best friend.

What am I going to do? I'm sorry, Frankie...

Frankie...

Don't f***ing look at me like that! | I hate it when people look at me like that.

It's not my fault | if you don't like what I have to say.

Frances was bulimic. We know that | from the lack of enamel on her teeth.

The dramatic bleeding | came from a tear in her oesophagus.

She died on the tenth day | from heart failure.

Carry on.

Do you think she'll haunt us?

She'll haunt you.

Why me?

Why you? Why you?!

You f***ing b*tch! | Because it's your mistake!

Your idea, your fault! You!

- Does that help at all It's sh*t in here. | - You!

She's sorry! lsn't it obvious? She didn't | do it on purpose! Just f***ing leave it!

You didn't care about f***ing Frankie!

You're right. I didn't give a f*** about | Frankie. We're just a pair of a**holes.

I keep thinking | about her mum and her dad...

...and how they're going to feel | when they find out.

I've killed all of you! I killed...

- No, you didn't. | - I did, it's my fault! I'm sorry!

Look, OK? It's not your fault, OK? | It's not your fault.

I don't know what happened to Frankie, | but it wasn't you, OK?

- Really? | - Really. OK?

So what we've got to do | is try our best to keep strong.

I don't really blame you, Liz. | I'm just going nuts.

I keep thinking I can smell the body.

I think I'd rather tear my face off...

...than smell her rot.

I've got such a terrible headache.

Everything's blurry.

I know what that means.

It's all right, Geoff. Don't think about it.

Take it.

Take it.

Thank you.

- You OK?

- I'm sorry... Mike... | - What are you talking about?

- I'm sorry. | - You're not well, you should lie down.

I have to tell you something.

- Lizzie, it's the dehydration. | - No. Mike... No, Mike.

No. Mike, listen.

Please stop torturing yourself, OK?

Please. It's not important any more, OK? | It's not your fault.

No, I have to tell you something.

- What?

- You f***er! | - No, Mikey! I was going to share!

- No, stop!

Geoffrey Bingham. Severe head injuries.

This one was murdered.

Oh, my God.

Look. We could go together.

F***, no.

I can't do this any more.

This food will keep us going a little longer. | We could still be found.

We're not going to be found. | They would have found us by now.

Look. Mike, it'd be really quick, right?

- We'll just fade away and it'll be over... | - You're stronger than that!

We've kept going this long, | we can hold out. Please!

It's worth it.

Lizzie, I can't do this without you.

You've kept me going. | If you go, I'll have nothing.

I need you.

I love you, Liz.

I... I love you.

How the f*** did you do that?

The key.

I always had it.

But I couldn't tell you. How could I?

But it... it was all for you.

For me?

Because I love you.

All this was for you.

For me?

I killed my best friend.

You let me think I was going to die, | and you watched me kill my best friend.

I killed him for a f***ing Coke!

You let Frankie die! | You f***ing held her hand...

...and you let her die, you f***ing b*tch!

F***in' whore!

- No, Mike... | - You f***ing b*tch!

- You don't understand! I didn't mean...

Mike, no! What are you doing? | You don't understand!

What are you doing? Stop it! No, Mike!

- No!

He was the reason I breathed.

I stayed there,

...felt my heart die,

...my soul wither.

I wanted to be with him so much...

...that I couldjust feel myself | stepping into the air.

Then I thought, at least this way,

...he never grows old, | he never cheats on me.

He never leaves.

This way hejust... stays perfect.

You need to say | what you've just said to me on tape,

...with a solicitor and your parents present.

Why?

Your statement needs to be official.

- I'm not making a statement. | - You have to.

That's what the families and everybody | - the police - have been waiting for.

I just told you:
| they're not going to understand.

Look, even you don't understand.

I don't see why I should be punished. | It was an accident!

- You're still responsible. | - I'm not ruining my life for this!

It's out of your hands. Martin will | corroborate what you've told me.

Everyone is dead, | and you told them that I locked you in!

I was away! | I had no idea you couldn't get out!

It's too late.

No!

- Philippa! What the f*** are you doing? | - Help! Help!

- Thank God. Thank God. | - What's wrong?

- Help! Help! | - It's OK.

- I thought she was going to hurt me. | - It's over. We have Martin.

You're in deep sh*t.

- You have Martin? | - Yeah.

Suicide.

Guilty as hell.

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