Unhinged

(ominous music)

- [Lois] Anne.

Anne, come on, look at me.

Look at me!

Everything is gonna

be okay, okay.

Can you move your wrists?

I'm here okay?

I promise you I'm

here, I'm here.

(door creaking)

- Daddy.

- Please, please.

I'm begging you!

Please forgive me.

Please, please just let us go.

Please, I'm begging you!

Please, please

forgive me, let me go!

Please, please, I promise

you we won't tell anyone.

We won't tell anyone, I promise.

We won't tell anyone!

- Has mommy said what

she's been up to?

- Connor!

Connor!

Connor no!

Please, Connor!

No!

No, no!

Don't you touch her!

Don't you touch my baby!

Don't you touch her.

- [Connor] Why don't you

tell her what you've done?

Slut!

- Holy sh*t!

Oh my god no!

(Lois screaming)

(Lois choking)

(Anne screaming)

(gentle music)

- Why?

You had fun didn't you?

- Yeah, I guess.

- My head is pounding.

- [Thalia] Gina, stop.

(mumbling)

- Do you guys want anything?

- Yes!

Champagne.

The wedding party starts

now Mrs. Braithway!

- [Melissa] You know if I bloat

and I don't fit into that dress,

this is on you.

- Oh well that is

completely true.

You know I do think you'll

put on about ten pounds,

so how about I have your glass?

- F*** off.

Hey, is Lisa okay?

- Well she might be a little

better if she wasn't paying

for the gas?

- [Melissa] Sh*t yeah.

- Run!

- She's so funny.

- [Lisa] And number one please.

- 40 pounds, 20 P.

- There's that's right.

- Hey.

Lisa.

Hey, I've got this.

- No it's fine.

It's your wedding present.

Don't say I didn't

get you anything.

Thank you.

- Okay, look, just

because you think that I...

- It's fine.

I don't wanna talk about it.

(door bell ringing)

- Hey.

- Come on, come on, come on!

(fingers tapping)

(machine dinging)

No, f***.

No no no no.

- Uh hey, do you need gas?

- Thank you.

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(Thalia laughing)

- No.

You can't do that, that's wrong.

Did you see that creep in there?

- Yes, you've got to stop

being nice to these people.

- Oh come on.

I did something nice, then it

turned into being perved on.

- Well, you're asking for it.

- [Gina] We're gonna

be late, come on!

- [Melissa] Ladies.

(girls squealing)

- [Gina] Yes, that's

what I'm talking about.

- [Melissa] All right.

- [Thalia] Yeah, I know you can.

- [Melissa] Hey, that's the guy.

- [Thalia] What the hell?

- Keep your eyes

to yourself creep.

(delicate piano music)

(moving to dramatic music)

- [Gina] So it's been a while

since you and your sister

have seen each other huh?

- Stupid question.

- You've not spoken much?

- She hardly called.

- Don't make it too obvious

that you don't wanna

be here, hey buddy.

- I'm fine.

- You're not excited

to be maid of honor?

- She hasn't asked.

- [Melissa] Here we go.

- [Gina] Thanks!

How are we doing for gas?

- Oh yeah, fine.

- Good.

- It doesn't take much for

this car to pack in though.

- It would be helpful if

all the pubs had wifi.

- Okay here.

Welcome to the countryside.

- I hate the countryside.

- [Melissa] Hey you.

- [Brandon] Hey, how's it going?

- Yeah, it's good.

How's it looking there?

(Melissa giggles)

- I can't wait to see you.

Yeah.

(eerie music)

Uh, sh*t, I've gotta go.

Yeah, okay.

Uh, love you too, bye.

- Is that the creep

from the gas station?

- Yeah.

- What?

Hey, hey creep, are you

getting a good look are you?

Freak.

- [Gina] Leave it.

- [Thalia] F***ing

country freaks.

(mysterious piano music)

- [Gina] God it's creepy

around here isn't it?

- [Melissa] Really?

- [Gina] Hmm yeah, it's creepy.

- No it's not.

- [Thalia] Right so if

we take the path here.

- [Lisa] Yeah.

- [Thalia] We should

get on the right track.

- Is there anywhere we

can chop off a few hours?

- We could try the back roads?

- Great.

- Oh you.

- Come on Melissa,

if we don't hurry,

Brandon might

marry someone else.

Hey, like me baby.

- [Melissa] Oh my god.

All right, let's go.

She's pretty.

(eerie music)

- [Lisa] Wait,

what, what is that?

- [Melissa] Oh my god is that

the guy from the gas station?

That's his f***ing car.

What are we gonna f***ing do?

- [Thalia] Oh f*** this sh*t!

- [Melissa] What?

- [Gina] Oh my god.

- Hey!

Hey weirdo!

Are you gonna move

your car or what?

- [Lisa] Shut up.

(Thalia knocking)

- [Thalia] I said

move your f***ing car.

(ominous music)

- [Lisa] Holy sh*t!

- [Melissa] Oh my god!

- You!

Get out now!

I said get out the f***ing car!

Get back in.

- Okay, okay.

- Get in the car now.

(Thalia crying)

- [Gina] Hey, creep,

leave her alone!

- Get in the car!

I said, get in the car!

Getting married huh?

- What, (mumbles).

What are you doing?

(Melissa crying)

- Shut up.

On the floor.

- I don't know what you

think is going on here

but I was trying to

help you earlier!

(engine rattling)

- [Tim] Don't you

f***ing play me!

- No no no.

- Stay away from the car.

On the floor, over there now!

Stay away from the car.

It's not what you said,

it's what you did.

- I'm sorry!

- You looked at me earlier

like I was scum on your shoe.

- I am so sorry.

- If we met differently, you

could have been marrying me.

(Melissa screaming)

(slap thudding)

(Melissa grunting)

I'm gonna teach

you all a lesson!

(moving to dramatic music)

((punch thudding)

- [Gina] Wait here.

- [Thalia] Gina

where are you going?

- [Gina] How are you doing?

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