All language subtitles for Beyond the Rave (.M.Hoene, 2008) Eng Subt

Dave?

Dave, don't fuck with me, you shit.

Ed.

How is ourwar hero today?

Ed.

Still having nightmares?

War hero?

Here, he's called a war hero.

-ln psychiatric terms, he's suicidal.
No shit.

He charged an enemy
stronghold single-handed.

Planted a flag in the rubble,
that's how they found him.

Sitting, flag in hand,
surrounded by corpses.

What you think

You look pretty handsome in uniform.

Wake up, you little fucker.

l wanna ask you a few questions, boy.

Well, this is it, lads.

Sixteen hours compassionate leave.

My advice is enjoy them...

...because on your return,
make no mistake...

...we are going to war, gentlemen,
and right to its heart.

We're flying to Baghdad.

No dummy rounds.
Real bullets, real casualties.

lt's what you trained for.

Fuck.

l can't believe it. You got one night
and you're off to Iraq...

...and you're going out
with your girlfriend.

Why would l hang out with you?

Not this silly fucker again. Jesus.

Stupid. If he's gonna nick a car,
don't nick a hearse.

l mean, do me a favor.

Hello, sweetheart.

l'm surprised you haven't been raped
in the army.

The people you hang with,
you are a strange fucker.

Yeah, tell you what, piss off. Don't
come back. Don't come back, mate.

This is for you:

Where's Jen?

Don't know, mate.

Oh, it's been like this
all sodding week.

l'll leave a message.
Where's the rave, what time?

Just got to get the details.

You don't know where it is, do you?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

We find the rave, we find Jen.

And why's that?

l don't know, just got this feeling.

Shit.

Do you remember last Friday...

...when you blew Jen out?

Necro.

ls Ed seeing someone else?

No.

Like you'd tell me anyway.

Some fucking pal you are, Nec.

Well, l figured if l could get you
to the rave...

-...then you'd sort things out.
-lf it had been me...

-...l'd have taken Jen home.
-Yeah, but

l don't know, it was really weird.

The girl....

l wasn't thinking straight.

For fuck's sake.

Look at that.
Oh, mate.

She left it on me.

-Don't you ever wash, mate?
-Not this bit.

lt's a souvenir.

''F.B.P.'' What the fuck's that mean?

Fucking big penis?

So you didn't shag her, then.

Ed, she was drop-dead gorgeous.

Where the fuck is my girlfriend?

Ain't got a clue.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

There's a drought on, you know.

No girlfriend.

No party.

No weed.

Turn around. l'm going to Bristol.

-Chill out, it's gonna happen.
-Don't do this to me tonight, Nec.

Please.

Come on, Terence.
It'll be dark in an hour.

Shut up.

Bollocks! Fucking bollocks.
Who's that?

-Little wanker. Where's me money?
-What?

-Pay up.
-What do you fucking want?

l was wondering if you could
sort us out for tonight.

l ain't got nothing,
give us a bell later.

By the way,
you just lost me 50 quid, you prick.

No joy.

Good boy. Love it.

Come on, then, get them balls.
Let's fuck off.

Forgot about him, didn't we?

Oh, my Lord, you all right there, babe?

Come on, love.
Let's get you out.

Fucking heavy for a skinny cunt, eh?

Next time, you posh fucking
middle-class cunt, pay up.

You fucking little letch.

Fucking little shit.

Right, listen, tell you what we'll do.

l'll drop you off and pick up fat boy.

l'll see the big man, see if
we can get a little bit more on tick.

-Then l'll meet you down the club.
-Let's do it.

l'll ring your mum,
tell herto come and pick you up.

Take his shorts off, leave him naked.

Fuck it, l'll reverse over him, the div.

Where is the fucking rave...

...that's what
l wanna fucking know.

-Phone in and let me know.
-See? It's not just me.

lt's gonna happen, it'll be wicked.

-who they work for,
but l wanna meet these guys.

Who is having the party?

Please phone in.

Hello?
-We've come to claim our prize.

We're the ones
throwing the party tonight.

All right, boys.

We've come to rearrange
a few things.

Okay, actually, l was won

Could you
make sure he doesn't touch the?

Shh.

-We come bearing gifts.
-Oh, well, that's more like it.

Mate, that is huge.

l can't do all that on my own.

Go on, then.

Oh, my God.

Seconds?

All right.

And another one.

Oh, God.

Oh, no, seriously. The fuck

Breathe in...

...and breathe out.

And breathe in...

...and breathe out.

Hello?

Melech.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, Jen.

Come to join the party?

Hi.

Gentlemen.

You remember Jen.

Lunatics on my land.

What in God's name is going on here?

Come on, you mentals. Answer me.

l'd hoped you were a man of reason.

l'd hoped
we could reach an agreement.

And you'll be gone by morning.

There's a tightrope to walk...

...when you're
getting the word out to Joe Public.

Bang the drum too early
and the world and his wife will appear.

But leave it too late
and you'll find yourself...

...dancing around your handbag
all on your own...

...wondering if you might be
a little long in the tooth...

...for these sorts of shenanigans.

But luckily for you...

...my boys run
awell-oiled public-relations machine.

Here.

Here it is.

You can have it.

Yeah? What? Okay, okay. No.

We'll be there in five minutes.
Don't let them leave.

Whoo-hoo!

-You heard where the rave's on?
-No, but l know a man who does.

Hold up, son.

This is a strip club, not a gay bar.

-You'd love a bit ofthat, wouldn't you?
-Come here.

Jim - Jimmy, fuck. Come on, mate.
Come on, we're in a hury.

Come on, in you go.

You know this is a fanny bar, right?

Unless you're here to audition.

l wouldn't mind giving her
one up the arse.

Hold up. Tina ain't no bimbo.

-Which one of these pricks snogged Jen?
-Let me handle this, Ed, okay?

Look at fucking Casanova over there.

l'm gonna smash his teeth in.

Fucking pricks.

Ed, if you cause any trouble,
you won't be able to see Jen tonight.

Let's get over there
and fucking do them.

-Ready?
-Let's do it.

Tina. Tina, get. Move.

You. All right. Like her, do you?

And you don't look like the type
who likes tits, you know?

What you fucking laughing at,
muppet?

l appear to have offended
you gentlemen.

Fucking offended me?

The fucking hell you laughing at?

Go back to play school.

Right, you lot, take it outside.
Outside, now.

All right, you cunts,
outside, 10 minutes.

Jim, we need to talk to these guys
about the rave.

Rich, l'm down at the club.

Do what?

What's fucking happened?

Keep the cunt there,
l'm coming in now.

l don't fucking believe it, look.

Fucking dolly mixtures turned up.

l forgot to mention the cracker,
didn't l?

What, these two fucking toe rags?

You, you little cunt.
Two of you, deal with him.

And you....

Let me have a go.

Turn him around.

Fuck that.

Still funny, is it?

Fucking little letch motherfucker.

Go on, give it to him.

You fucking pair of mugs.

Give it to him.
Hold up.

-Fuck off, Private Ryan.
What's your problem?

What?
How do you wanna be?

You want a little bit?
-Go on, then.

Go on, then.
Come on. Challenge me.

Get out of here.

-Where have they gone?
Get the fuck out of here.

Look, where they gone?
-Get out of here.

Fuck have they gone?

Fucking wankers.

That's right.

All l wanted was
to get loved-up with Jen.

Forget about tomorrow and get the war
out of my head for one bloody night.

Why did you join the army, Ed?

l never thought
l'd have to do any killing.

Or dying.

Remind me,
what is it a soldier does again?

What about your dad?
Does he know about Iraq?

Oh, fuck.

l forgot all about him.

l need to go and see him.

-You got any Rizlas?
-Yeah, in there.

Ed?

Wait, mate.

Come on, share the love.

Okay, finish that, then.

Cheers.

What do you make of that, then?

l hate having this bitch around.

She cramps my style.

She's smitten with Dr. Jekyll.
Wait till she meets Mr. Hyde.

This....

This is our swan song.

Our big farewell.

We leave tomorrow
for distant shores on a boat.

ls there a berth with your name on it?

All right, Jim, watch out.

Watch out, son.

What the fuck is?

A flag.

Seriously, what the fuck
have you got a flag for?

We're going to a party.

My dad gave it to me.

Well, you can't leave it in here.

Not forever.
You always leave your shit here.

-What's it for?
-Mate, calm down.

-What you doing with it?
-lt's just a long stoy. Let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Fucking hell.

Cor, l could murder a beer, Tel.

Shoot up the offy
and get some beers, will you?

-Piss off. Send him.
-Bollocks, you go.

He ain't old enough, mate.
He can't even buy fags.

Go on, mate.

Yeah, all right.

Why does a hearse have a radio?

lt's souped up.

But when you're taking people around,
why would you have the radio on?

-Please admit your car is a piece of shit.
-Love it.

-lt's a piece of shit.
-lt is actually just a stretch Cortina.

lt's not, though, is it?

Oh, mate. Fucking you again?
You want it, do you, cunt?

Fuck you. Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Cunt. Get off me, you slag.

Fuck you, mother fucking cunt.

Get off me. You fucking mug.

You fucking mother fucker.

You're fucking dead you mother fucker
You freak fuck.

Bugger.

Fucking

Fucking

Oh, God, l'm gonna fucking kill you.

Fucking hell.

Mother fucker.

How much washing-up powder
do the Crockers cut this shit with?

Got anything?

Even Black Cat's given up
and gone home.

So this is it.

Ed's big sendoff.

Nine, 8.7.

-to the
frequeny. Pam is on at Mllards Pike.

follow the signs
and bring your friends.

Yes!

Ladies and gemlemen,
welcome to the frequeny. Pam is om

Hury up and open the fucking door.

All right, all right, all right.

Fucking hell.

What the fuck do you want?

You better watch your mouth,
you mug.

You cunt.
Go on, what you doing here?

-l got a message for you.
-Come on, then.

From the boss,
he wants his money within 24 hours.

Tell him two days. l ain't got it.
Two days.

-Your bollocks. Your bollocks. One more.
-Yeah, l know it's my bollocks, you prick.

-One more thing.
-What?

You been looking
for those geezers, right?

-Yeah.
-Well, l might know where they are.

What you mean, you might know?
You do or don't.

A score says l do.

Fucking score, you little prick?

Watch your bollocks, man.

Do you know what?
Come here, l like you.

Here's a score. Look.
Here's 50 pound. Spend it well.

-Where are they?
-Nice one.

-Come on, then, tell me.
-Down the Pike.

Fucking Pike

Mate. Right, lovely. Cheers, boy.

Good luck.

-Dan.
Fucking mug.

Yeah. Mallards Pike.

Follow the signs.

Cheers, mate.
See you there. Cheers, mate.

Pam is on at Mllards Pike.

follow the signs
and bring your friends.

Now, listen, we're gonna iron
these two queer cunts out...

...for what they done to Tery,
but only after we've sold the gear...

...and we've cleared the debt
with our Albanian friend.

-Not before, after.
-Yeah, Richie.

Terence, do l make myself clear?

-l said, do l make myself clear?
-l fucking heard you the first time.

Right. Now, fucking turn it in,
the pair ofyou.

And let's do this.

Right.

l don't fucking need this, do l?

Frankie?

Frankie boy.

ls that you, mate?

This isn't funny anymore, Frankie.

Leave it out, mate.
You know l'm tripping.

Do you hearthat?

What?

Oh, it's nothing.

Come on.

Welcome.

Ed!

l knew you'd come.

Oh, my God. l can't wait
to introduce you to eveyone.

Outside.

Guess who.

Why haven't you been returning
my calls?

What calls?

11:41 p.m., Friday, Ed.

10:36 p.m., Friday, Ed.

9:31 p.m., Friday, Ed.

Fine.

lf we're playing those games.

Where the fuck
were you on our anniversay?

Where were you last Friday
when we had a date?

l've been training.

You've been so far up
your own arse, Ed.

-So don't think you have the right to
-Jen.

l'm going to Iraq tomorrow.

Sweet. Look, there he is. Oi. Oi!

Dicksplash. Do you remember me?

-Fucking prick. Ah!
What did l tell you? Leave it.

lf you wanted to dance,
you could have asked.

You, you little mug,
l'll deal with you later.

You all right, Tel?

Hello, darling.

What you doing with this mug?
You all right, mate?

Why don't you come and see me later
and l'll show you a real fucking man?

You all right, son?
l'll deal with you later, prick.

l want him fucking dead!

l'm gonna die, aren't l?

No.

-You're gonna stay with me.
-Oh, Jesus.

Not tonight, Jen. Please.

My aunt has a place on the Isle of Skye.
We can just go.

My granddad won the Victoria Cross,
for fuck's sake.

Honor and duty, it's in my blood.

lf l deserted,
he'd never speak to me again.

Listen to yourself, Ed.

Look what the war did to your dad.

l'm going, Jen.

Fine.

But ifyou come back in a body bag,
l'm not gonna cy over it.

Where you going, Jen?

You gonna fuck the DJ again?

Last Friday night?
Nec told me eveything.

Last Friday.

The night you didn't call me.

The night you and your fuckwit
squaddie mates went to Bristol.

The night you fucked that tart.

What is it?

Tarantula.

Looks like an ordinay pill...

...but it's laced with the blood
of the immortals.

Also, makes you dance
like a mother fucker.

Ty one.

No, thanks, mate.
l'll stick to the bevvies.

Last time l did a pill,
l cried like a baby.

Fuck it.

That's my last three.
Give me 120. Have three.

Hundred twenty?
-For 120. Come on, mate, just do it.

-l wanna get the fuck out of here, right?
-Here you go, here you go.

You ain't a bad little thing, are you?
Go on, you've had a right result.

What's happening?
What do you want?

-Some coke.
Give us some paper.

There, son.

-Get on that, my boy.
-Sound.

Get up there. Go on, my son.

Play with me?

It's a bomb, Ed!

What are you waiting for?
Take her down!

lt's a bomb, Ed. rake herdmn.

Take her down now!

Play with me?

Whoa, whoa. Watch it, mate.

Cheers.

Whoa.

That shit's strong.

l smell death on you, soldier.

Just gotta go and find my girlfriend.

Deep into the darkness.

Dreaming dreams
no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Hey.

Ooh, what have we got here?

That's a handsome little friend
you've got there.

Thank you.
Do you want to touch it?

That's a bit cheeky, isn't it?

-Vey.
-You're cheeky.

Cheeky monkey.

ls that what you are?

He's lovely.

-Can we keep him?
-Yes. You cheeky monkey.

You want me to put it away?

l think you can leave it out, actually.

What do you think, Lucretia?

-l think you might be right.
-What do you want to do with it?

What would you like us to do with it?

Suck it.

l think we should take him
for a little walk.

l think you're right.

-What do you say?
Mm.

-Yeah. Come on, then.
-Yeah.

Come with us, honey.

-Oh, fuck.
-Shit, man.

l gave you a Pavarotti.
Where's my Heny?

-A what?
-My Heny.

-No, no, what's the thing you gave me?
-A Pavarotti.

A what?

A Pavarotti. Now, where's my Heny?

l spend time tying
to understand what you're saying.

lt's doing my fucking head in.
All you ever do is talk shit.

Look, mate, you got too much bunny.

More rabbit than Sainsbuy's.

And to top it off,
l give you a Pavarotti...

...you cane my Heny.

Well, why don't you go
and get some weed, then?

Silence!

Buy the hatchet, my friends.

Life is too short.

Thank you vey much,
you're vey kind.

Yeah, safe, mate.

l've been smoking this shit
for 168 years.

So how comes you're so old, then,
mate?

Because...

...l'm a vampire.

Some of my peers
relish the cat-and-mouse.

The stench of fear and panic.

l find that a little barbaric myself.

So l offer my victims a choice.

lt's quite painless, l promise you.

Death comes on
like a dreamless sleep.

Nice one. Cheers, mate.

Thanks.

As you wish.

Who the fuck was that?

Jay!

It may help to ease the pain.

Seems a shame to waste it.

Here. What's happened to you,
you little div?

-You had one of them fucking pills?
-No.

-No.
-Don't fucking lie.

Your jaw's going like you're chewing
a Mars bar with the wrapper on.

He's all right.

Listen, enjoy yourself.
We don't need him.

Two-on-two. We'll kick the cunt
out of them fucking irons.

Come on, let's go.
Come on, go, go, go.

Come away with us.
Leave behind the chaos and turmoil...

...and join us in paradise.

Come away with us.

Join us in paradise.

You fuck!

No hard feelings.
l didn't realize you were so in love.

Just calm down, son.
-lt's okay. It's okay.

l'm not gonna do anything.

l just wannatalk to Jen.

Don't wory about it, you were drunk.

-No one cares.
-l don't know what l was doing.

Yeah, but it's

All right?

Jen, you wanna take awalk with me?

Please?

Who told you l slept with a prostitute?

Dave's sister heard him
talking about it.

Listen, it was some shit nightclub,
we were trolleyed.

l can barely remember it.

lt was the night l got my post.

l promise you,
l did not sleep with any prossie.

How do l know that?

l swear, Jen, on my life.

l went in to save face with the lads.

Regular army bullshit.

Gave her 40 quid, we had a chat
and she gave me some good advice.

Which was?

To never drink and drive.

No, Jen, Jen, Jen.

She told me to...

...tell you that l love you.

Sory?

You heard me.

-l didn't quite - l didn't quite get that.
-That l love you.

l love you too.

Drink and drive.

Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys,
party people in the house!

Make some noise!

ls eveybody in?

l said, is eveybody in?

Then let the ceremony begin!

She's hungy again. Change gear.

Come here, you.

Take it off.
-Okay.

Get down.

What you gonna do to me?

That tickles.

Keep them closed.

Okay. Open them.

We'll do it properly when l get back.

ls that ayes?

Yes.

Take me. Take me.

How'd they do that?

Don't know, man, but it looks wicked.

So you lot go thieving
on the side, right?

Melech has ataste
for finer things in life.

Yeah? What's he organizing
raves for, then?

That's me.

Gettysburg, 1862.

That was taken three days
after the battle.

That was a hell of a party.

You expect me to believe
you haven't aged in 130...?

One hundred and forty-five years.

Well, it's great what you can do
in Photoshop.

l mean, it looks wicked.

Really does.

Can you do this in Photoshop?

Fuck!

What's wrong?

Where's Nec?
l don't know.

-He snuck off with that goth bird.
-Bet he did.

We have some news.

Oh, guys.

Guys. Good on you, bud.

lt begins now.

Chop-chop, come on,
you're missing all the action.

Come, come, this way,
this way. Come, come.

Let's go. Come, come.

What you got?
-Four and a half.

Sweet.

What you gonna have, then?

Look at them. Look, look, look.
Bruce fucking Lee.

Fucking idiot. Fucking Clouseau.

Got some ofthat.

That's the way forward.
Good English cricket bat.

Come on, son.

Come on, you fucking queer cunt.

Do for me.
-What you got there, then?

Spike, isn't it?

Sweet?

What, do l look sweet?

-That's the way forward, son.
-Yeah.

Look at that lot. Up and under.

Let's see how that fucking queer cunt
likes this stuffed up his Harris.

We ain't fucking messing about,
Iet's do it.

-What the fuck is that?
-Nitrous.

-Nice.
-Nice.

Fuck!

Your face.

You're terrified.

Of course l'm fucking terrified.

You're a fucking vampire.

Don't be scared. It's me.

lt's me.

-lt's me.
-No. Whoa.

Take my hand.

Come with me.

Where?

Somewhere where there's no pain,
no misey.

Take my hand, Necro.

Wait, wait, just hold on.

You don't want me now?

Going away to this island.

Melech's taking Jen.

You should come with us.

What about the others?

Can Ed come?

l don't think Melech could deal
with the competition, to be honest.

But if you want, you can come.

What's wrong?

The island is a really long way away.

And we're vampires, Necro.

Okay.

Vampires need blood to survive.

Killing sailors isn't an option.

So...?

So this is why
this is happening tonight.

We're harvesting blood.

You mean, harvesting people?

Yes.

But what about Ed?

And Tina and Big Jim?

lt's too late for them now.

l'm so sory.

No.

Why didn't you stop ? No.

Where are you going?

You can't help them now.
They're already dead.

Shit.

Naughty, naughty, naughty,
what are you doing up and about?

Go to sleep.

Listen, all l want is the one that
fucking clumped me in that alleyway.

You can have who you like,
they're all gonna go over.

-Fucking hell.
-Oh, Jesus, fuck me.

The fuck's that?

ls that real?

Fucking hell.

We're in a right bit of bother here,
aren't we?

l ain't too sure about this.

-What do you reckon?
-Go on, get them out.

l'll deal with them out here.

What do you mean? You're bigger
than me. You fucking go get them out.

Enjoying the show, are we?

You know...

...l think l'm going to leave you
till last.

All right, Rich, let's fucking sort
these cunts out, yeah?

You all right, handsome?

Hey, open up!

Open the fucking door!

The fuck is that smell? You smell that?

-You dropped your guts again?
-Yeah, that's fucking old, mate.

Let's ty round the side, eh?

Gotta stop eating them rats.
They're doing your asshole no favors.

Smells better than your mouth.
Fucking hold up.

Fucking gas.
They're only gassing the cunts.

That must be what the smell is.
Jesus Christ. Fuck me.

Fuck's sake. Come on.
Let's get them out of there.

-Come on, let's go.
-Fucking bollocks.

l'll do it. No, l'll do it.
-Go on.

Hit it, you poof.

Come on.

Come on. Let's go.

Fuck me.

Fucking hell.
Something's not right here, mate.

Fucking hell, Dan.

Dan!

The fuck's going on?

Tel, there's some freaky shit
going on here, mate.

Just cut him down
and let's just get the fuck out of here.

Oh, Jesus Christ.
What the fuck is going on here?

Come here, Dan.
Come on, Danny, wake up.

-Move, you fat fuck.
Come on, wake up, you.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck you.
Who are you, you fucking freak?

l'm gonna fucking kill you.

Shit.

Guard the barn. No one gets out alive.

Fuck, fuck.

Tel. Terence.

lt's gonna be all right, mate.

Tel, Tel. Get up. You all right?

-Fuck me. What happened here?
-Fucking what happened?

Look at that cunt over there.
l just kicked the cunt out of him.

Come on. Let's get Danny
and get out of here.

-Feel a bit weird, mate.
You're all right.

Jen!
Ed!

Jen. Oh, thank God you're alive.

Ed. Ed!

Enjoy the show.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Oh, shit.

Fucking - You have one and all.

Fuck that. Let's get out of here.
Come on.

Fuck. Let's go this way. Go, go, go.

Pick yourself up, bro, please, please.

Dan, you all right, son?

Come on, mate.
Get through this. Get through this.

Wake up.
For fuck's sake, wake up, man.

Fucking little ponce.

Come on, then.

Wake up. Look at me. Breathe.
Shit.

For fuck's sake, breathe.

Come on, then, you fucking wrong'uns.

Come on. Come on.

Come on, then,
you fucking leech cunt.

Fucking you again, yeah?

l'll fucking do these freaks, come on.

-Come on!
-Couple of pricks.

You think l'm scared ofyou,
you fucking knob jockey?

Go on, lad, we'll take one each, eh?

Yeah, go on. Go on.

Let's see what you got now,
you fucking wrong'un.

Come on. Come on, you cunt.

Dan!

Fuck off, you bloody
You fucking whore.

Go on, then. Bring it.

You fucking little girl.
Get away from me, you fucking leech.

Get away from me.

Yeah? l fucking like blood too,
you little whore.

You fucking leech!
You fucking - Get the

You fucking shit.

You cun

Get - Get off me, fucking shit.

Oh, you tit!

Bite me, then, you cunt.

Bite me, and l'll come back
and l'll fucking kill you. l'll kill you.

Tonight's only disappointment...

...was that l couldn't give your whore
the one thing she truly craved.

She fell in love with me, you know.
They always do.

There is the sweetest sensation...

...in the eyes
right before the moment of betrayal.

Die, fucker.

Sweet dreams, my love.

You, seal the barn
and continue the harvest.

Now.

We'll follow their scent.

The female comes back alive.

Keys.
Hot-wire it.

It's not fucking movies, mate.
-Let's get a move on.

Wait, wait.
l made a promise to my dad.

Can we go now?

Keys.

Boo.

Wait.

He's their friend. He can help us.

-Jim, come on. Get up, get up.
No, no.

All l can think about is Tina.

Go on, go. Look afterJen.
You've got a good one there.

Come on. Go.

Jim, what are you doing?
JIM: Go.

No reception.

Wait.

Hello? If anyone can hear me,
this is Ed Hargest.

We're in the bunker
by the old warehouse.

Call the police, call the army,
there's been a massacre.

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Just get it over with.

l think l'm gonna give you a chance.

l'm gonna do you with my left hand.

Well, now you'll fucking have to.

Jim.
Jim, look, there's a way out of this.

No one else has to die tonight.

Don't!

Fetch your friends.

lf she comes with us, he can go.

And what if he won't leave her?

None are refused.

Ed. Ed, it's Necro.

Ed, open up.

That chick you were with,
she's one of them, isn't she?

lt's not what you think. She's cool.

Oh, she's ice-cool.
She's fucking dead.

No.

She's immortal.

Look, there's a boat leaving tomorrow
for an island off the coast of Africa.

lt's off the fucking grid, man.

No war, no militay police
breathing down your neck.

You're going away with those freaks,
aren't you?

They killed our friends.
They kill innocent people.

And you won't in Iraq?

Do you remember
the first time we did a pill?

The rush.

Well, this beats the fuck out ofthat.
Forthe first time in my life, l feel alive.

Yeah, but you're not, are you?

Fuck, Nec.

You're gonna have to kill people
and drink their blood.

And never grow old.

Never die.

Do you really wanna go to war?

Do you really wanna stack shelves
in a supermarket for the rest of your life?

Come with us.

l've made my decision, Nec. Jen?

Well, l tried.

Come on. Give us a hug.

lt's me. Nec.

Don't fucking bite me.

Be good.

There's another way out of this place.

He's got a quad bike out back,
it's just around the corner.

Bye, Jen.

Get off!

Sory.

Jen.

Are you all right?

Here it is.

Ed, hury.

Ed, hury up.

l think we made it. Jen!

Fuck.

Jen.

Jen. Jen!

-Ed, l love you.
-l know, l know. l love you too.

l'm so sory.

-l'm so sory.
-No. No.

lt's okay.

Jen, don't. Don't give up. Jen.

Ed. Ed....

Jen. No, no, Jen.

Jen, no. No. Jen.

No!

l love you.

l love you.

Your species
never ceases to amaze me.

Eternal life or death. It's so simple...

...and yet you have to make it
so vey difficult.

Help!

Unbelievable!

Fucking hell, talk ofthe devil, mate.

Thought you'd run away from the army.
What you doing here?

-Gotta go get Jen.
-Where the fuck have you been?

-Gotta find Jen.
-Gotta be in the air in 10 minutes.

Jen? Have you been
taking those drugs again?

Is that your bird's blood?
-Airport. Now.

Got to get Jen.
Disgusting.

l don't give afuck about any
stupid bird. Get in the fucking back.

That's terrible. Dirty bastard.
He's taking those drugs again.

-Look at the state ofyou.
We've gotta go back forJen!

Fucking hell, man.

Position 4A.

Three bodies, somewhat mutilated.

Jesus Christ.

l don't know what the fuck's
gone on here.

Can vampires get lung cancer?

Vampires can't get anything.

Cool.

Ready?

Ready.

Ready, uncle?

Ready.