The Collection Page #4

I am sorry, but there was nothing I can do.

I can get us out of here

if you give me the f***in' gun.

Did you just shoot somebody?

It just fire try to get attention.

Sorry, dude.

He'll call the cops.

Hopely

Now he know exactly where we are.

Shots fired.

I repeat:
Shots fired, need backup.

On the Road 6769 Argento hotel.

The shot coming from the hotel.

We just need hold on,

and not draw attention to ourselves.

Sensible enough

The f*** is she just do?

- He likes me now.

- I told you

Right here.

- Shut up.

- You're all gonna die

Let's go.

I can't

- Go now save her.

- I'm not leaving you like this.

Arkin,bring Elena home.

Go Now.

Go Now! go!

Go go.

Trying to tell you.

F*** you!

What are you doing man?

Come on! f*** you! you piece of sh*t!

Do you remember me?

Come on! f*** you! come on!

Come on, You f***ing pysho piece of sh*t!

come on,I love to f***in' tear you into pieces

Come on,man!

I'll f***in' eat your heart. I tear you into f***ing throat

Come on, you f***in p*ssy ,look at me p*ssy

p*ssy ,p*ssy cut me here.

Come on, what are you doing, come and kill me!

- You come in here.

- No, no.

What are you doing?

No.

We gotta get out.

There's a way out.

Put your hands trough.

Where's the f***ing knife?

- Try to pull.

- I can't get it.

Take it out take it out.

almost got it.

I got it.

There gotta be another way.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I need you to step on my forearm.

Rebrake it

just do it

Elena, somebody just f***in do it

do it!

We need the firefighters,right now.

wait a second.

Give me your hand. Ready?

- Sh*t

- We cant stay here

- We gotta go.we gotta go

- come on.

Two floors. Don't look down,

hold the rope.

- got it.

- Yes, do it.

sh*t!

Keep moving.

This way.

Oh, my God ...

No.

Kill him, Arkin.

Kill him

Help us.

- help, we're here.

- There are people in there.

How dare you?

Look at me.

Come on, hurry.

Place the body at the south in the parking lot

we're waiting for body count

all those insects,

You quite The Collector.

You're 200 miles in the radius

where we last saw each other

There are 14 licences entomologists.

And you're number twelve.

It's better than a museum, didn't?

Fucks you up real good.

Turn around.

Turn around.

You here to kill me?

No.

that'd be too nice.

First I'm gonna make you feel

everything that I feel.

And then I 'm gonna kill you

So that you can never hurt any body again

F*** you! f*** you! f*** you!

Translation:
myself

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