No One Lives Page #4
by telling us his name?
He doesn't have a name.
He's gonna come
and he's gonna kill you all.
on the radio.
Keep trying-
You're not gonna get him.
You're not gonna get him.
He's-- he's already dead.
How the f*** do you know?
Shut the f*** up, Flynn!
( Emma panting )
Please just call the police.
Are you people f***ing retarded?
Go up the road
and wake Ethan the f*** up.
I'm going with him.
This Flynn show
I'm sick of being disrespected.
Denny, it's not a f***ing
book club.
You earn your way around here.
If you want respect,
- you need to grow a pair.
- Yeah, like Flynn?
Flynn might be a scumbag,
but he's a loyal soldier,
and that means something.
Well, I'm practically blood.
Banging his little girl
doesn't buy you rights.
Makes you brave, though,
considering every dick in town
has been in that sh*t.
This is my girlfriend
you're talking about.
God, Dens, please.
Something's not right.
Tamara:
All right, let's go.
Denny:
Ethan, are you in here?
- What the f*** happened to the radio?
Whoa!
Oh, f***.
What the f***? What the f***?
( Screams )
Oh!
Oh.
How the f*** did he kill Ethan?
- Mother of God.
Tamara:
What the hellhappened here?
Denny:
Oh, f***.
This is so wrong.
Flynn really f***ed up bad,
didn't he?
Looks that way.
- F***.
Here, I think these should fit you.
Hey!
- What's gotten into you, girl?
- Maybe we should let her clean up.
Till we hear from Ethan, I'm not
letting that one out of my sight.
I already told you,
he's dead.
You don't know my brother.
I never will.
( Both grunting )
Tamara:
Push.
What happened to you?
What's your name?
( Door closes )
I have a question.
Do you people have any idea
what you're dealing with?
Where the f*** is the girl? I told you
not to let her out of your sight.
You know how you guys
always make fun of me
for watching all those
reality shows?
Well, just wait till you see this.
So it's mostly just pedophiles
and bank robbers,
guys who kill their families
and sh*t,
but I've been totally into
this one story.
Baby girl,
don't be wasting my time.
Amber:
This one.
That's you, right?
It was like any other Friday night
at the Oregon Arts Complex--
seared into the minds
of parents
of 15 college students forever.
Oregon student Emma Ward
and her friends were having a party,
celebrating the end of the semester
like most students.
Except this celebration
turned bloody.
Was he already there, waiting,
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