Muck

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Ew, ew!

Kylie!

Where are you?

Guys!

Guys?

Hello?

Help!

Hello?

Guys?

Kylie?

Billy?

- Billy!

- F***, Mia, just chill out.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Get this stick out of my f***ing dick.

Ow.

Oh, that...

- oh, my god.

- Oh, careful, careful.

F***.

My f***ing hero.

Just anywhere,

Noah, that's f***ing great.

- Are you all right?

- No.

- Ah, f***. My knee.

- It's going to be all right, bro.

- We're going to get you fixed up.

- F***.

- Noah?

- Kylie?

Noah. Oh, my god.

Oh, my god.

Don't...

- Jesus.

- Billy.

Just leave it.

Jesus. F***. Ew.

Oh, my god.

- And?

- Do you see yourself?

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you see

a f***ing gap around here, Kylie?

I don't care if your boyfriend

can see my ass.

I'm covered in sh*t

and Ava and Tyler are f***ing dead.

- We don't know Ava's dead, okay?

- Well, Tyler is dead.

Yeah, Tyler's real dead

and it wasn't f***ing pretty.

Look at me. Look at us.

What the f*** was that?!

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it's nothing

that's supposed to be real.

It definitely wasn't in the brochure.

Can we please get away from this place?

Why are we stopping?

Guys, I lost my phone.

Does anyone have theirs?

No, I don't have

a f***ing phone, Noah.

I don't have my wallet.

I don't have my keys, all right?

I got a f***ed-up knee

and I got a bunch of internal bleeding.

- You're bleeding everywhere.

- All right, so it's not so internal.

Sh*t.

We need to get Mia inside

before she freezes.

No, I'm fine. Thanks.

I need a warm shower

and a really strong drink.

Oh, that sounds lovely.

Let's do that. I like that plan.

No. Drinking will thin your blood.

Oh, thank you.

That's a wonderful fact.

Noah, please tell your girlfriend

she's not my f***ing doctor.

- Or even a doctor.

- Yet.

Billy, I don't want to be

your priest, either.

- Touch. Okay.

- Guys, can you just come over here

and help pick Billy up

so we can get into the house?

Careful, careful.

- Lift.

- Des, come on.

- F***.

- Do you think there's booze in there?

Yeah, there's got to be.

There's nothing else to do out here.

We can get Mia and Billy inside,

but then we need to go find Ava.

Okay, just f***ing...

you can't go back out there, Kylie.

Let's just be clear...

we're breaking in, right?

- Yeah.

- Awesome.

Mia, we can't leave Ava

out there all alone.

- I don't think she's doing so hot.

- You don't know that.

Look, you guys, we just need to get safe

and warm so we can figure this out.

- We can't just leave her.

- She's dead!

We all saw it.

Going back out there

and getting yourself killed

isn't going to

f***ing change anything.

- How can you say that?

- Look at me. Look at us.

- Look at Billy.

- I don't know what...

- shut up!

- Just shut up!

We can't do anything about Ava.

We need to find someone to help us

or get us the f***

out of here, all right?

- Des, that's not doing sh*t...

- Please, just call someone.

- You can't go out there...

- We don't have a f***ing phone!

- Please, can you call...

- We don't have a phone.

- She's not a nobel laureate.

- Okay, okay.

Fine. Let's just get inside.

Ah, sh*t.

It doesn't look like

anyone's in there to help us.

Great, right out of the frying pan.

Cool, so fire's still to come.

At least we'll be warm.

Easy, easy.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

Movers sulk like gravediggers

While you hug at the door

Starting 1st may,

no bus will go here anymore

Pack your sun,

freeze your sun

It'll stay longer

Lock your sun

Pack your sun,

freeze your sun

Lock your sun

Urnful of summer

Urnful of summer

Pack your sun,

freeze your sun...

Locked away with her hair

In a memory rack

It was one Nick cave album

And three coens films back

A bottled look at the sun

Through the shimmering potion

Some want a private beach

You, your own private ocean

Urnful of summer

Urnful of summer...

Urnful of summer

Urnful of summer

Urnful of summer

Urnful of summer

Urnful of summer.

What is this horseshit?

Come on.

Just down.

The ground's fine, the ground's fine.

Ah, sh*t!

I'm twisted.

Careful.

What the f***?

Nobody's here.

- Ah, it's f***ed up.

- Nobody's home.

- Ah, jeez.

- They aren't coming back anytime soon.

How is it that there's

no other houses around?

All these houses

are people's vacation homes.

- Yeah, but it says number seven.

- So?

It's the only f***ing house

on the street.

Maybe it's someone's

lucky number, huh?

- I don't think it's ours.

- Mm-mm.

- Well, I should go get some help.

- And leave us here?

I'm not f***ing staying here

if you're going.

- I'm coming with you.

- It's freezing out here, Noah.

Mia, I'll make sure

I get you in the house first.

- Jesus, des.

- Oh.

Holy crap.

Ooh.

She... you couldn't...

she made you look like a tool.

Des. Des.

Des.

- Des.

- Yes.

Baby, you're my hero.

Let's have sex.

Sorry, dude.

You probably don't have

enough blood left in you

to fill that big dick of yours.

How sad is it that I'm going to die

wishing I had a smaller dick?

No man should die wishing that.

That's sick.

Well, if we make it out of here,

you can chop some of it off.

I'd rather die.

- Can you guys be serious for once?

- I'm sorry, okay?

But look at me.

I'm trying to keep my spirits up.

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