Eden Lake Page #2

Hello?

Steve!

Ugh!

Steve?

Steve, stop messing around!

- Steve!

- Ooh ah ha ha ha!

- That was horrible.

- I'm sorry.

- Get off!

- I'm really sorry.

- Ow! You're freezing!

- Then warm me up.

You're a big, crude, pikey oaf!

I love you. Love you.

Eugh!

I am absolutely starving.

- I could eat a horse.

- So move to France.

F***!

Sh*t!

- What's happened?

- Little f***ers!

- How's your tyre, mate?

- F***ing git!

Little f***ers!

No, wait, Steve!

- Watch it!

- Sh*t!

You should've got a smaller body,

f***ing dollar boy!

- Breakfast?

- F***!

Right, what would you like?

The full English

with white toast and coffee.

- And for you?

- I'll get the same.

Hey, you wouldn't have seen a bunch

of kids tooling around on BMXs?

Certainly have. Been terrorising you?

- Well, hassling us.

- Little terrors.

I wouldn't worry too much,

a big boy like you.

They punctured my back tyre.

I thought parents might want to know.

Not my kids.

- No, I didn't mean they were your kids.

- Not mine.

Never mind.

I don't want any trouble.

Making friends?

I think she likes me.

What the?

No, Steve, it's not worth it.

If everyone said that, where would we be?

I'll be back in a minute.

Hello?

Anyone home?

Hello?

- Come on, you're blocking my drive!

- OK.

- Come on!

- All right!

Sorry!

Stupid b*tch!

Sh*t!

Brett! Is that you?

Get down here now!

Can't run away, little bunny.

Yeah, that's right,

you can't because you're in a box.

Brett!

Brett, don't make me come up there!

Sh*t!

Brett!

The hutch should be destroyed. Burn it.

Brett!

Let's go!

I can feel that schoolteacher look.

Yeah, you're lucky.

You could have broken something.

- Let's just enjoy the weekend.

- Yeah, I'd like that.

Yes?

- You were going to say something?

- No, not a word.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- I thought you were looking at my foot.

- No, wait. No, no!

- You're going in!

- Steve, no!

No!

- Oh, it's f***ing freezing.

- Language!

All right, lazy bones?

It's amazing the stuff you find

at the bottom of the lake.

Steve, where's the beach bag?

It was right here.

I don't believe it.

It's got the car keys in it.

Please, God, don't tell me...

F***!

F***! F***!

Tossers!

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

Jenny, come on.

- Come on.

- No... Let's just leave it.

They've got our car.

Go on, go on. Go on!

F***ing shitting itself! F*** off!

Brett!

Listen... I don't care

what you're up to here.

- I just want my car back.

- It's not us, mate.

Car keys, phone, wallet.

- Not us, mate.

- Steve, come on. Let's leave it.

- You're wearing my shades.

- They're mine, mate.

Your Ray-Ban Aviators?

Fakes, mate.

Yeah, Steve, come on.

Listen... You've had your fun.

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