Unhinged

(ominous music)

- [Lois] Anne.

Anne, come on, look at me.

Look at me!

Everything is gonna

be okay, okay.

Can you move your wrists?

I'm here okay?

I promise you I'm

here, I'm here.

(door creaking)

- Daddy.

- Please, please.

I'm begging you!

Please forgive me.

Please, please just let us go.

Please, I'm begging you!

Please, please

forgive me, let me go!

Please, please, I promise

you we won't tell anyone.

We won't tell anyone, I promise.

We won't tell anyone!

- Has mommy said what

she's been up to?

- Connor!

Connor!

Connor no!

Please, Connor!

No!

No, no!

Don't you touch her!

Don't you touch my baby!

Don't you touch her.

- [Connor] Why don't you

tell her what you've done?

Slut!

- Holy sh*t!

Oh my god no!

(Lois screaming)

(Lois choking)

(Anne screaming)

(gentle music)

- Why?

You had fun didn't you?

- Yeah, I guess.

- My head is pounding.

- [Thalia] Gina, stop.

(mumbling)

- Do you guys want anything?

- Yes!

Champagne.

The wedding party starts

now Mrs. Braithway!

- [Melissa] You know if I bloat

and I don't fit into that dress,

this is on you.

- Oh well that is

completely true.

You know I do think you'll

put on about ten pounds,

so how about I have your glass?

- F*** off.

Hey, is Lisa okay?

- Well she might be a little

better if she wasn't paying

for the gas?

- [Melissa] Sh*t yeah.

- Run!

- She's so funny.

- [Lisa] And number one please.

- 40 pounds, 20 P.

- There's that's right.

- Hey.

Lisa.

Hey, I've got this.

- No it's fine.

It's your wedding present.

Don't say I didn't

get you anything.

Thank you.

- Okay, look, just

because you think that I...

- It's fine.

I don't wanna talk about it.

(door bell ringing)

- Hey.

- Come on, come on, come on!

(fingers tapping)

(machine dinging)

No, f***.

No no no no.

- Uh hey, do you need gas?

- Thank you.

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(Thalia laughing)

- No.

You can't do that, that's wrong.

Did you see that creep in there?

- Yes, you've got to stop

being nice to these people.

- Oh come on.

I did something nice, then it

turned into being perved on.

- Well, you're asking for it.

- [Gina] We're gonna

be late, come on!

- [Melissa] Ladies.

(girls squealing)

- [Gina] Yes, that's

what I'm talking about.

- [Melissa] All right.

- [Thalia] Yeah, I know you can.

- [Melissa] Hey, that's the guy.

- [Thalia] What the hell?

- Keep your eyes

to yourself creep.

(delicate piano music)

(moving to dramatic music)

- [Gina] So it's been a while

since you and your sister

have seen each other huh?

- Stupid question.

- You've not spoken much?

- She hardly called.

- Don't make it too obvious

that you don't wanna

be here, hey buddy.

- I'm fine.

- You're not excited

to be maid of honor?

- She hasn't asked.

- [Melissa] Here we go.

- [Gina] Thanks!

How are we doing for gas?

- Oh yeah, fine.

- Good.

- It doesn't take much for

this car to pack in though.

- It would be helpful if

all the pubs had wifi.

- Okay here.

Welcome to the countryside.

- I hate the countryside.

- [Melissa] Hey you.

- [Brandon] Hey, how's it going?

- Yeah, it's good.

How's it looking there?

(Melissa giggles)

- I can't wait to see you.

Yeah.

(eerie music)

Uh, sh*t, I've gotta go.

Yeah, okay.

Uh, love you too, bye.

- Is that the creep

from the gas station?

- Yeah.

- What?

Hey, hey creep, are you

getting a good look are you?

Freak.

- [Gina] Leave it.

- [Thalia] F***ing

country freaks.

(mysterious piano music)

- [Gina] God it's creepy

around here isn't it?

- [Melissa] Really?

- [Gina] Hmm yeah, it's creepy.

- No it's not.

- [Thalia] Right so if

we take the path here.

- [Lisa] Yeah.

- [Thalia] We should

get on the right track.

- Is there anywhere we

can chop off a few hours?

- We could try the back roads?

- Great.

- Oh you.

- Come on Melissa,

if we don't hurry,

Brandon might

marry someone else.

Hey, like me baby.

- [Melissa] Oh my god.

All right, let's go.

She's pretty.

(eerie music)

- [Lisa] Wait,

what, what is that?

- [Melissa] Oh my god is that

the guy from the gas station?

That's his f***ing car.

What are we gonna f***ing do?

- [Thalia] Oh f*** this sh*t!

- [Melissa] What?

- [Gina] Oh my god.

- Hey!

Hey weirdo!

Are you gonna move

your car or what?

- [Lisa] Shut up.

(Thalia knocking)

- [Thalia] I said

move your f***ing car.

(ominous music)

- [Lisa] Holy sh*t!

- [Melissa] Oh my god!

- You!

Get out now!

I said get out the f***ing car!

Get back in.

- Okay, okay.

- Get in the car now.

(Thalia crying)

- [Gina] Hey, creep,

leave her alone!

- Get in the car!

I said, get in the car!

Getting married huh?

- What, (mumbles).

What are you doing?

(Melissa crying)

- Shut up.

On the floor.

- I don't know what you

think is going on here

but I was trying to

help you earlier!

(engine rattling)

- [Tim] Don't you

f***ing play me!

- No no no.

- Stay away from the car.

On the floor, over there now!

Stay away from the car.

It's not what you said,

it's what you did.

- I'm sorry!

- You looked at me earlier

like I was scum on your shoe.

- I am so sorry.

- If we met differently, you

could have been marrying me.

(Melissa screaming)

(slap thudding)

(Melissa grunting)

I'm gonna teach

you all a lesson!

(moving to dramatic music)

((punch thudding)

- [Gina] Wait here.

- [Thalia] Gina

where are you going?

- [Gina] How are you doing?

Okay?

- Lisa what did you do?

Is he okay?

- I f***ing hope not.

- He's not breathing.

- We need to call the cops.

- Oh my god, they're

gonna take me away!

- No they're not.

It wasn't your fault.

Come on.

- [Gina] No no!

Give me that, gimme that.

- No, we need to call the cops.

We need to tell

them what happened.

If we just leave

it it'll get worse!

- No no!

It wasn't our fault okay.

- Yes but if we leave his body,

then no one will believe us.

- Thalia!

Would you rather it be

him on the ground or you

because I'd much

rather it be him.

- Then what the hell do we do?

We shouldn't be doing this.

- We need to get as far

away from here as we can.

(delicate music)

F***.

We're running out

of f***ing gas.

- Sh*t.

- Now do we call the cops?

- Oh yeah.

Oh hi officer, f***ing

can you help us?

We're going to a wedding.

We have a f***ing dead

body in our trunk.

- Okay, no f***ing

signal anyway!

- No babe, but seriously if

you have any other suggestions,

I'm all ears.

- Guys there's a house.

- I don't know.

- No, no, it's a good idea.

Okay we're lost, we have

no idea where we're going.

At least somebody might be

able to give us directions.

- Okay.

(moving to ominous music)

(wind whistling)

This isn't exactly a

f***ing spa day is it?

- No, come on, come on.

Okay, we'll be on

our way again soon.

- Okay, what we need to

do is we need to find out

where we are, we

need to get some gas,

we need to get rid of the

body, clean ourselves up,

get to the wedding and we

can say that we got stuck in,

traffic or something.

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