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Pop that on the side, there.

Who's that?

With Lizzy?

Carl.

What's he doing here?

He's her boyfriend.

My God, you look just like her.

Time flies, doesn't it?

- Sweetie, how are you? - Good, thanks.

New phone?

- You name it, I've got everything. - Sorry, ladies. What are we waiting for?

- Hop on board. - Yes.

Come on, then.

Darling, come on over here.

Would you rather have seven dirty-ass tramps take dumps in your mouth,

and all they've eaten all day is spring onions, boiled ham and raw eggs,

or would you rather suck off your old man?

And when I say suck him off I don't mean give him a quick jerk under the table.

I mean, you'd have to seduce him, you know,

to the point where he's grabbing your hair

and forcing your fucking face down into his cock

- and he thrusts into your throat. - Take Dad.

What about you?

Would you rather drink a cup of your nan's period blood

or eat out 90 old shit out of her asshole?

- I don't really... - Come on, just pick one. Time's ticking.

- Go, what? - Nan's period blood?

- Bullshit, you've got to mean it. - What?

- So, you'd mean it, would you? - Yeah, that's kinda how it works, hun.

So, you're honestly telling me you're a genuine coprophile?

The fuck is that?

Someone who gets an erection

when playing with their own poo.

She hasn't told you, has she?

Told me what?

Where we're going.

Somewhere quite. By the sea.

You two go away a lot, then?

To her dad's places?

No, not really.

He's got quite a few, hasn't he?

Her old man. Properties and that.

He's an estate agent. Doesn't actually own them.

You know her old man don't know, right?

The keys. She nicked them.

I'm just gonna go and help Lizzy.

Here we are.

Doors opening.

Here we are.

- Oh, it's old. Probably just needs... - Nobody touch it.

Look, it's not that I have a problem being trapped with you ladies...

We're not trapped, Carl.

Look, I think it's just...

Doors opening.

Yes.

Man, place is gonna be fucking sick.

Shot gun, double room.

All right, keep your knickers on.

Carl.

Piece of shit.

How about a snack?

What about yours? How many bars you got?

One sec. I'm sure...

Carl!

Carl!

Some of those, please, mate.

Alice? Alice, do you want anything?

Maybe just some fruit.

Oh, no.

Come on, you guys have seen it all before, right? You're like sisters.

- I never really got that. - What?

- Like, in porn. - Yeah?

Sisters.

Guys really dig that shit, right?

If you're fucking two pussies at the same time, who gives a shit?

You know what they say, Liz? Any hole's a go.

Man, I'm fucked.

What's this shit?

Well, that's like cheerios, but not cheerios.

If you get me?

For fuck's sake!

Don't look at me.

- Well, somebody's obviously been here. - Yes, I can see that.

Yeah, well, who? You said this place was empty.

Maybe the caretakers just locked up for the winter.

Come on.

I think you should call your dad.

Okay, well, your brother.

He can look through your dad's files and see if there's a number for the caretaker.

Fuck.

No signal.

Well, try him again then.

What about yours?

- It's dead. - Don't you have a charger?

No. What about yours? What about your fucking phone?

I must have left it in the car.

Great, fucking great. So now what?

Hello?

Hello?

Can anyone fucking hear me?

Is there anyone fucking there?

Hello?

It's dead.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck.

- What the fuck are you doing? - What's it look like?

Carl, it's not worth it.

Will you just shut up for a minute and let me concentrate?

- It's dangerous. - I'm just gonna go down, floor by floor.

- We need to find another way. - There isn't another way. This is the way.

- Don't be an idiot. - Fuck off.

No one's coming.

You don't know that.

No one knows we're here.

Someone's bound to come by at some point.

- When are your parent's back? - November.

- What? A month? - It's their silver wedding anniversary.

- What about you? - What?

Your parents?

- What is this, Jeremy Kyle? - Well, I don't know.

- Perhaps they're expecting a call from you? - I doubt it.

- When are you next due to see them? - I don't fucking know. Fucking Christmas.

What about your fucking family? Didn't they know you...

Would anyone like some more tea?

This is fucking awful.

I told you.

That inbred fucker had it in for us.

He's probably the one that locked us up in here.

You think someone did this?

You think someone's fucking with us?

Well, the lift, the door, the landline.

Wouldn't you think it's a coincidence?

We haven't seen anyone.

Anywhere.

No one knows we're here.

You ain't seen no one, but it doesn't mean that someone ain't seen us.

That we ain't being watched.

What do you think?

I just think it's an unfortunate set of circumstances.

Bullshit.

Excuse me?

You're lying.

We're in a holiday apartment that's been locked up for the winter,

under the assumption that it was unoccupied.

And if I recall, we weren't supposed to be here in the first place.

So you think it's all my fault that we're stuck in here?

- No, I'm just saying... - It's also my fault that the lift is stuck?

Enough.

- You're the one that's blaming me. - I'm not blaming anyone.

You are saying... you have said, you have said...

Will you shut the fuck up?

Stop. Stop.

Stop, stop, stop. Stop, it's me. It's me. It's me, it's me.

- It's me. - Come here.

What happened?

When I found you out in the hall.

- I don't know. - What?

I don't know.

You were screaming like...

like you were seeing something. Someone.

It was a nightmare. I panicked.

Yeah, well, let's fuck all that unfortunate set of circumstances bullshit.

Was someone in here?

Was someone in the apartment?

- Tell me. What did you see? - It wasn't like that.

Then what?

I can't explain it.

Try.

I just woke up...

and...

I thought there was something in my room.

- Woke up? You said it was a nightmare. - No, I...

- So you're seeing things? - No.

No? So then you did see something. So what? What did you see?

You know something about what's going on? Some kind of secret?

You know something about what's happening here.

You know, I have a right to know.

Fuck.

What the fuck are you tying to do? Poison me?

- You've been leaving it out, haven't you? - Fuck off!

You're not gonna pin this shit on me.

Even if I had, I don't have any fucking maggots and fucking eggs all over me.

They still don't know, do they?

Who doesn't know, what?

That the keys are missing.

Perhaps no one's asked to look at the property.

Perhaps no one gives a shit.

How long has it been on the market for?

Maybe there's something wrong with it, maybe that's why no one gives a shit

- the keys are missing. - Look, like I said...

someone will notice. Someone will come.

Someone better fucking notice or we're gonna fucking starve.

- That's real handy, Carl. - Yeah? Well, we fucking dead, ain't we?

Look...

the more time passes the more likely it is that someone will notice...

- But it's already been a fucking week. - Yes, so it won't be long now, will it?

Oh, and they'll know exactly where to find us when they do, won't they?

Why do you have to be some damn insensitive?

Why do you have to be so fucking full of shit?

No one knows we're missing and no one knows what the fuck we're doing here.

Fuck me.

What the fuck's going on?

Get her the fuck out of here, Liz.

Why the fuck is the tap still running?

- You happy now? - I didn't.

- I feel asleep... - You're a fucking liar. Selfish bitch.

You're a fucking liar. Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?

Fuck off! I asked you a fucking question. Do I look like a fucking idiot to you?

You touch her again, I'll fucking kill you.

I promise. I didn't.

Liz, I didn't.

Liz.

It's all right.

Stand up.

Stand up.

That's it.

Good girl.

Take off your dress.

Take off your dress.

Take it off.

Good girl.

That's it.

Oh, you are beautiful. Oh, you are beautiful, princess.

That's a good girl.

That's a good girl.

Open your legs now. That's it.

Wider.

Wider. Come on.

Now touch it.

Put your hand down there.

Touch yourself like I showed you. Come on.

Do it for Mommy. Make Mommy proud for me.

You better do it, princess. You know what's coming if you don't.

Come on, rub it.

Rub it, Princess.

Touch it.

Touch it!

Touch it!

Alice.

Alice.

What's going on?

Settle. What the fuck's going on? Stop it. Stop.

He's coming. He's coming.

Carl.

Grab this. Come on, go.

Grab the curtains. Get the curtains.

Shit.

I can't eat that.

Can't we boil it, at least?

Open the door!

Get off her!

Grab me a dish.

No!

What?

- What? - It's fine.

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Come here.

There's something here.

It's all around us. It's everywhere.

It's watching.

All the time, just watching.

Can you feel it?

It's inside of us, working its way through us.

That's why we can't leave.

It won't let us.

We're not the first.

Go and look.

What are you doing?

Get away from me.

What are you doing with my diary?

Get away from me.

Lizzy, stop it.

You did this. All of this.

Please, Lizzy.

It's what it wants you to think.

It's trying to turn you against me.

You have to fight it.

You have to trust me.

Stay the fuck away from me.

What...

do you want?

What do we have to do?

Please.

Please.

Just let us go.

Speak to me.

What do you want?

What do you...

No one's coming, are they?

Hello.

Hello?

Liz... what's going on?

Doors opening.