Dead End Page #2
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- Year:
- 2003
- 85 min
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with our lives separately.
Sh*t.
-Damn!
-Was there no dial tone?
No, Laura, I just forgot
the number for 91 1.
It's Amy.
My little girl.
Her name is Amy.
-She's so cold.
-Not surprised. It's freezing here.
-You hold her.
-No.
I'm not really a baby kind of guy.
How does she breathe with
all those blanket on her face?
Don't worry.
She's dead.
That's a good one.
Oh, my God!
Sh*t!
-What the hell was that?
-Richard!
Richard!
-Yeah, I'm here!
-Get over here.
Where's Brad and the lady?
-Brad!
-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?
-Brad!
Hey, d*ckhead!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
-Dad?
-What?
-They got Brad.
-What are you talking about?
-I saw Brad in a car! We gotta go.
-What car?
We've gotta go!
Frank, slow down.
You are gonna kill us all.
You saw a car driving by
and Brad was in the back of it?
-Yes.
-I don't get that! Why...
I saw him. They were hurting him.
You have to stop them!
-Okay! Where the hell did they go?
-Maybe they took a side road.
Did you see one?
Me neither.
-At least you don't drive like a p*ssy.
-Shut up, a**hole!
-What's going on?
-Why did you stop?
Laura, give me the flashlight, please.
Where's he going?
-Why did he stop?
-Just a minute.
Stay back. Stay back!
Don't come over here,
for God's sake.
-F*** me!
-Oh, God!
Richard, get your sister
back in the car now.
My baby.
Do you have her?
Jesus Christ...
What is he doing?
He's trying to get Brad's phone.
-With a stick?
-You got a better idea?
I can't believe I'm gonna do this.
Look out.
Oh, God...
Good boy, Richard.
Give it to me.
And drop that.
That thing is dirty.
You got a signal?
Thank God. We can call the police
and they will tell us what to do.
-Okay.
-Now.
-Now.
-Now.
Please, somebody help me.
Please!
God! I can't feel my legs.
I can't feel my legs!
-Help me! My baby is bleeding!
-Who is this?
Baby! Wake up!
-Anybody, please help us.
-Oh, Jesus!
Somebody, please, help us.
Frank, we gotta get out of here.
-Did you get the police?
-The phone, it was broken.
-Sh*t.
-Please, let's go.
We can't leave him here like this.
Richard, drag his body off
to the side of the road.
Jesus, what do I look like?
Your f***ing janitor?
Thank God. Oh, Marion.
Are you all right?
You're gonna be okay.
Marion. Marion?
Marion? Wake up.
Wake up. Come on, wake up.
Wake up! Wake up!
Laura! Stop!
Stop it!
Can't you see she's in shock?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Dad, that guy...
or whoever did that...
...must've used an axe or a chainsaw.
-lt was the work of one sick psycho.
-Let's get the hell out of here.
-Wait. What about that woman?
Maybe she got away.
-Maybe the psycho got her.
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