All language subtitles for Somewhere.Quiet

- You okay?

- Hold on, hold on.

No.

We gotta put the big
black one in first.

No, Meg, hold on.

Just wait, okay?

Okay?

All right, I got it.

I grabbed your journal.

It was under the couch.

- You hungry?

- Not really.

I'm not hungry.

- Okay, but I gotta get gas.

- Fine.

Sorry.

City Hall
today, a protest

led by public safety
advocates aims to put pressure

on the Boston police department.

How many
other women and girls

has the Boston police
stopped looking for?

The
department came

under pressure this spring-

- Excuse me.
- After the shocking return

of Megan Rhoads.

The 32-year-old Beacon
Hill resident

had been assumed dead
by the police

after she disappeared
from nearby parking garage

nearly six months earlier.

- My great-grandfather
bought this place

in the 20s, I think?

We used to own everything
to the end of that road.

- Sorry.

- I'll grab the rest
of the bags.

- Okay.

Where were your parents?

- The adults all stayed
at the big house, mostly.

Let me get this.

- I got it.

Where's that?

- Well, the big house used
to be down by the beach,

but they tore it down
when I was a kid.

- Why?

- 'Cause no one could
afford the property taxes.

It was massive.

So you were here alone?

- Well, with the rest
of the cousins.

This was like the cousins house.

My grandmother hated
kids, I think,

so she put us all in this house

so she didn't have
to deal with us.

- She sounds sweet.

- No, she wasn't sweet.

We wouldn't see her all summer

and then one day she
would summon us down

and individually interview
us about our interests

and tell us us stand
up straight.

Can I finish this?
- Oh.

Shit, sorry.

- I'm sorry.

Meg, you don't have shoes on.

Just back away, it's okay.

- Is anyone else coming down?

- Doubt it.

It's pretty empty in the winter.

You sure you didn't...

You alright?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

Thank you.

- My reward.

Good?

You sure?

Come here.

- Scott?

Scott.

Scott!

Meg.

It's okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're safe.

- You were sleepwalking.

- Hm?

- Last night.

Is there a dog here?

- A dog?

- I heard a dog bark and then
I dropped that weird plate.

- What plate?

- You remember you dropped
a glass last night?

- No, it was right here.

- You remember what
Dr. Potter said?

Sometimes nightmares can
feel really real.

You okay?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- I've been thinking
about Christmas.

- Mm-hmm.

- It might be nice to
spend it at home.

- I thought you wanted
to come out here.

- I did, but...

Yoo-hoo!

- Madelin?

- Hey, Minnow.

Minnow!

Down!

Down, Minnow!
- Minnow, off.

- Talkie.
- Madelin.

What are you doing here?

I was just out for a
walk and I saw your car.

I'm staying at my mother's
little shack.

How's your mom doing?

Not well,
I'm afraid.

- I'm so sorry, that's tough.

- Yeah.

And Meg, I'm so glad
to see you again!

- I'm sorry?

- Meg, this is my
cousin Madelin.

You met her at the wedding.

- Oh.

- We've got a big family.

I won't hold it against
you.

So, how long are you here for?

Not sure.
- Through the New Year.

- I can't believe Talkie
didn't tell me

you two were coming.

I didn't know anybody
was gonna be here.

- Talkie?

- Oh, well, Scott was
so quiet as a kid.

I don't think he said
a word until you

were what, two years old?

- Okay, I don't think we
need to talk about this.

- So we started calling
him, you know,

I think it was grandmother
who first...

In any case, we started calling
him walkie-talkie as a joke,

and then just walkie Scotty,
and then just talkie.

- Poor Scott.

- Sorry?

He just told me how tough
your grandmother could be.

- Oh, I was just telling
her about

the famous sit-down interviews.

- Right.

You know, I had a friend
in college named Meg.

It was short for Megumi.

- Oh.

- Is your name short
for anything?

- Megan.

- So you need some
cream and sugar?

- Did you forget how
I take my tea?

- Do you wanna do it yourself-
- Has it been that long?

- -you can just take care of it.

Has it been
that long?

- Let me see how you're
holding it.

You gotta hold it
like that that.

All right, right here, ready?

- Okay.

- Yes!

Nice shot, Madelin.

- I've got it.

I'll get it.

- It's okay.

- Oh, it is really
back here, Meg.

- Sorry.

- It's lodged deep.

You know, it helps

if you square your hips
and start low.

Keep your eye on the ball.

Swing through all the way over.

- Yeah?

Got it.

- Why don't we just rally?

Give Meg a chance to
get her bearings.

- Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg,
Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg.

It's not, it's not.

- I used to count the footsteps.

The house was old.

The sound carried.

I started counting

how long it would
take them to get

to different places
in the house.

It helped a little

to always know how long it
would take them to get to me.

- Dr. Potter said it
could be really helpful

to write in your journal

when you're having
moments like this.

Can I go get it for you?

So this is an Argentinian wine.

It's supposed to be really
good, sort of peppery.

Good?

- Good.

I dunno.

No, wait,
what are you doing?

- You hate it.
- No, I love it.

- And you're sure?
- Yes.

- And you wanna drink it?
- Mm-hmm, I wanna drink it.

- We have others.
- No, I want this one.

Put the wine down, psycho.

Yoo-hoo!

Minnow, down.

Off.

Oh.

Hello.

- Hello, hello, hello.

I brought chicken
and an eggplant.

- Oh, you didn't have to.

- Oh, my mother barely
eats anyway

and I don't want all
this to go to waste.

Here, would you get
to work on this?

- Oh, actually, I'm sorry,
we weren't expecting you.

- Oh, god, so American.

What is it, five o'clock?

6:30.

- If you got to a restaurant
in Paris at eight o'clock,

you'd be the first ones there.

- You know what?

We can have it tomorrow.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

- Well, I better be off.

- Would you like to
stay for dinner?

- That's a good idea.

- No, I couldn't impose.

- No, it's not an imposition.

I can just set out an extra...

- Alright, well, wonderful.

Talkie, get out the
good glasses.

I have a surprise for you.

- Is that the family rye?

The last batch.

- You make your own whiskey?

- Yeah, well, our
great-grandfather-

- Great-great-grandfather.

- Our great-great-grandfather
was a banker

and a man owed him money, and
after the markets crashed,

he couldn't pay in cash so-

- So Pop let him pay
us in whiskey.

- We've had a basement full
of stuff for almost a century,

but we're almost out now.

- To the fall of
our great house.

- Let me just grab the wine
and then we will be ready.

- Looks delicious, Talkie.

- Yeah.

- How are things at the firm?

- Oh, yeah, I'm still on
leave through the holidays,

but yeah, I spoke to the
partners and they
were suggesting

a January 10th return.

Oh, that's
wonderful.

- What?

- I told you that.

- And Meg, Scotty tells
me you were an engineer.

- Am.

- Hm?

- I am an engineer.

I'm also returning to
work in the new year.

- Oh, that's fantastic news.

Scotty didn't mention it.

- Yeah, thank you.

- When?

When are you going back?

- I'm not exactly sure yet.

They're still reconfiguring
my position.

- Of course.

I'm sure they had to
shuffle things around a bit

when you got back.

- What do you do?

- Oh, a little of this,
a little of that.

I take care of my mother,
and then there's the land.

That just never stops.

- Madelin actually taught
in Korea after college.

Meg was born in Seoul.

- Oh!

- Sorry, I don't speak Korean.

Oh, don't
worry about it.

I just asked when you left.

- Oh, I was adopted
when I was three.

- Oh.
- Can you pass the salt?

- Yeah.

- So I ran into the
Harrisons at the market.

- I heard they were selling.

Indeed, they are.

Their neighbors

bought the property.

- Uh-huh.

- They're putting in a
pool over the entire lot.

Oh.

Tearing down
the old house.

- Stop it.

You teach a dog to beg,
it'll never stop.

- Pass the salad.

- How are you guys
related again?

We're cousins.

- Like first cousins?

- Our dads are brothers, why?

- Nothing.

It's just

what was with Madelin
speaking in Korean to me?

- I think she was just
trying to connect.

- Okay, but I also have
family in Sweden.

I bet she wouldn't have tried
to speak in Swedish to me.

- Well, I don't think she
speaks Swedish, but okay.

Do you want me to talk
to her about it?

- No, thank you.

- I know.

It's always made me kind
of uncomfortable,

but I can't control
what they put on their walls.

Yeah.

And it was
a long time ago.

- But...

- What?

- Well, what did your
grandparents do

when they were over there?

- My great grandparents
were missionaries.

- So they built churches and
taught people English, right?

- Right.

- Okay, and what did Madelin
do when she was over there?

- Okay, she taught
at a university.

She taught English!

- It's not the same thing.

- Really?

'Cause it feels like a
different iteration

of the same thing to me.

- Well, I guess we
just disagree.

We can disagree, right?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Scott?

- Hi.

- You gotta stay below
the water line

if you're gonna walk
around here.

- Why?

- It's private property.

- Are you a Whitman?

- No, I just do some
repairs for them

in exchange for fishing rights.

They're really uptight
about trespassing.

- I'm actually here with
my husband, Scott Whitman.

- Shit, sorry, I'm an idiot.

No, it's fine.

- I didn't realize he was back.

Yeah, the summer crowd
doesn't usually come so often

during the off season.

- What do you mean so often?

- Nothing, just he was here
last winter for a while.

Hey, I'm really sorry
about what happened to you.

- Thank you.

Why have we never come out here?

- There's just so much baggage,

so much family stuff out here.

I guess I'm realizing that

it's been so long since
I've been out here.

I'm glad we're here now.

- Stay with me.

See?

Everything's fine.

- Shit.
- Meg!

Go in, go in, I'll
be right there!

It's incredible for
the immune system,

the cold air and hot
water together.

I haven't been sick in years.

- Oh, thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

My mother became obsessed
with oil painting

when she got sick.

Can't tell you how many
hours we sat like that,

posing for her.

- You used to be blonde?

- Briefly.

- It doesn't look like you.

- She wasn't a great painter.

- Who's the little boy?

- My brother.

- Your brother?

- He died when he was
five and I was eight.

We were swimming right
off our beach.

- I'm sorry.

- For most of my childhood,
I thought I dreamt

the whole thing.

My parents never talked
about him.

I don't know what possessed
my mother to paint him

into that portrait.

I'm not even sure it's
a good likeness.

- I think I saw her earlier.

- Who?

- Your mother, walking
in the woods.

- My mother is bedridden.

She hasn't left that
room in months.

- Oh.

How is she?

- She's dying.

- I'm sorry.

- She hasn't enjoyed
life for many years.

Death will be a mercy.

Coyotes.

They can be a real menace.

Mm, what's that?

- Oh, it's nothing.

Just a nervous habit.

- What are you nervous about?

- Nothing.

- Is it all the talk of death?

Are you afraid of dying?

- Everyone is.

- Not everyone.

Some people believe we
go somewhere better.

Other people think anywhere
is better than here.

- May I use your bathroom?

- Right at the top
of the stairs.

- Wrong way.

Upstairs.

- Fuck!

Yoo-hoo!

So I steal the keys.

Naturally, I stole
the booze.

- And we get out on the
water and it's pitch black

on the water, and I
look at Madelin,

I hand her the keys, and that's
when we realized

neither of us knows how
to drive a boat.

So we just floated for a
little while and about an hour

into it, we realize we have
drifted well off our mooring,

like out into the bay,
and suddenly Madelin

gets a look of confidence.

- I mean, gin can do
that to a girl, you know?

- And she declares, "I'm
gonna drive us back."

Yeah, and I did!

- Well, you did,
but you drove us

right into the neighbor's dock,
to be fair.

So if the boat is totaled.

Their dock is like splinters.

She looks at me.

You remember what you said?

I'll never forget.

- "Do you think mother will
notice the gin is gone?"

- I love that story.

Oh, man.

- So what did you do?

- About what?

- The boat.

The dock.

Oh, we had it
repaired, I mean.

- Must have been expensive.

- Mm-mm.

We don't talk about money
at the dinner table.

- But we're already talking
about money.

- Meg, it's just a story.

- What do you mean?

- Well, that's what this
whole story is about.

It's fine.

I'm not saying it's bad.

I just think it's funny.

Only rich people think it's
rude to talk about money.

- It's interesting you don't
consider yourself rich.

- Well, it's different.

I didn't grow up with money.

- But you have money now.

- My parents' life
insurance, not a trust fund.
- Because as I understand
it, you actually have

a good deal more money
than either Scott or me.

I'm not saying it's bad.

Just funny.

This has been lovely.

I should really go check
on my mother.

- Oh.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, I'll just...

If you're not done, we can...

- I'm done.

It's fine.

- She'll eat it later.

- It's fine.

- She doesn't like to eat
in front of people anymore.

You poor thing.

- All done.

So we're just not gonna
talk about it.

- They poisoned your food.

Not every time, but
enough to keep you scared.

And I'm sorry, I don't...

I'm sorry they did that to you.

- They made me make videos.

They made me beg you for help.

- Not tonight.

- Are you serious?

I'm tired,
I'm not doing this.

- We're having a conversation.

- No, we're not!

- You can't just decide that!

- Look who it is.

- Oh, hey.

- Never thought I'd run
into a Whitman woman here.

- Thanks.
- I'm not a Whitman.

- You what?

- I kept my last name.

It's Rhoads.

- I'm Joe.

- Meg.

- Not Whitman.

- Not Whitman.

- So how long are
you in town for?

- Too long.

You don't like it here?

- It's a little...

- Lonely.

I was gonna
say claustrophobic.

Thanks.

- Hey, do you know Madelin?

Madelin?

- My husband's cousin?

- Mm.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, I don't know her,
but I see her around.

- And my husband Scott.

You saw him around
too, last winter?

- Yeah, a couple times.

- Were they here at
the same time?

- Can't you ask your
husband that?

- I'm asking you.

- Look, I'm not keeping
a calendar

of every time I see a Whitman.

Right, sorry.

All good.

- There's just something
off about her.

- Madelin?

- She's intense.

- I can believe that.

The way she smiles.

- Mm.

- She does it a lot.

- What a bitch.

You think I'm crazy.

- Mm-mm.

No, no, no, no.

- Maybe I am crazy.

I feel fucking crazy.

- No, really, I get it.

In-laws are tough.

And the Whitmans...

Okay, stand up.

- No.

Wait, what were you saying?

Come on.

- What were you gonna say?

- Now, this is an old
Cape Cod-ian song.

Come on, do another one.

Do you know how to slow dance?

- I...

- Or waltz?

Maybe, yeah.

- Okay.

Seems like-

- Yeah.

I've done it once
or twice before.

- Okay.

♪ Bonjour Tristesse,
Hello Sadness ♪

♪ It'’s all over now
pour toujours♪

- I'll be fine.
- No fuckin' way.

- I swear, I'm fine.

I can't let
you drive home.

I gotta get
it back!

Well, you can come
back for it in the morning.

- I can't leave it!

It's not mine.

- I'm right up there.

- No, no, no.

I wanna drive myself.

- You can't drive,
you're wasted.

- I wanna go home.

- I'm taking you home.

Careful, careful.

- Give me my keys.

No way.

- Get off me!

- What the fuck?

Where were you?

- Out.

Where were you?

Where were you when I was gone?

- Are you drunk?

Answer the question.

- You need to go to bed.

- I wanna talk about the videos.

- Oh my god.

I didn't get any fucking
videos, okay.

- Then why weren't you parked
in the driveway that night?

- You sure you wanna do this?

You sure you wanna do
this again tonight?

- You asked me to get
your phone from the car,

but you weren't parked
in the driveway.

You were parked in the garage.

We never park there.

Why weren't you parked
in the driveway?

Answer the fucking question.

- Am I under investigation here?

Am I?

Because you know, the
police, they asked me

all these questions already.

You remember?

And they were satisfied
with the answers I gave 'em,

so why aren't you satisfied?

Huh?

Why aren't you satisfied?

Answer me.

Answer the fuckin'
question, please.

Meg.

Meg!

Meg.

Open the door.

Meg, open the fucking door.

- Scott?

Meg.

I'm so sorry, Meg.

I don't know what's
wrong with me.

Meggie.

Meg, please.

Meg.

Please, Meg.

I'm so sorry.

Meg, I'm so sorry.

Look at me.

Meg, Meg.

Meg, look at me.

I'm such a piece of shit.

I'm such a fucking asshole.

I can't lose you again.

I'll do anything.

- I wanna go home.

- Okay.

Okay.

Okay, we'll go home.

We'll go home tomorrow.

- Today.

- All right, we'll home today.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Meg!

Meg.

So they can send someone
tomorrow.

It's okay.

We'll be back home tomorrow,
all right?

Just one more day.

You okay?

- Why are we here?

- Just one drink, I promise.

We have to say goodbye.

- Why here, though?

- We used to throw parties
here when we were teenagers.

Hello.

- Let's see if we still got it.

We threw this
big party here

at the end of the summer.

Do you remember the punch?

Yeah, we
mixed it in a garbage can!

- Whoa, let me show you that.

Come on, serve!

- I'm comin', I'm comin'.

Try it.

I think I fell off my
bike every 10 yards

on the way home.
- I wish I'd brought my bike.

Maybe then I would've
made it home

instead of passed
out on the beach.

I forgot about that.

- I swear, my mother never did.

- How is your mother?

- She's hanging in there.

- We should stop by
before we leave.

I'd love to meet her.

- My mother is very frail.

- Don't you think she'd
enjoy some company?

- No, I don't.

Do you like it?

It's an heirloom from our

great-great-great-
great-grandfather.

Woo!
- Oh, come on.

- John Jacob Whitman.

- Oh, wow.

There's a huge spider down here.

The banker?

- His great-grandfather.

- No, I'm good.

- John Jacob Whitman was
a merchant and a diplomat.

He's credited with
opening the port of Canton

to Western trade.

You try.

- Uh-oh.

Look what we got here!

- Oh my god, let's play!

Play what?

- Charades.

Old rules apply.

- What do I have here?

Okay.

- One word.

Three syllables.

First syllable.

Drawing, writing, sketching,
painting.

Painting!

Art, art.

Art, art, art!

Art.

Third syllable.

Squeeze.

Angry grabbing.

Strangling, strangle.

Strangle, strangle.

Scott, I don't... Do something
else, do something else.

Try something different.

Try something different!

- Scott?
- Oh, choke!

Artichoke!

I scare you?

My turn.

Ah-ha.

- Here we go.

Motorcycle.

Motorcycle diaries.

Drinking.

How many words?

Is it a book?

♪ Hello Sadness

♪ It'’s all over now... ♪

I'm stumped.

Meg, you got any guesses?

Atta girl.

- So what was it?

The clue.

"Easy Rider."

All right, you're up,
you're up, you're up.

- That was really
bad "Easy Rider."

- What did you say?
- That was not good.

Maybe you're
just a really bad guesser.

- Obviously I would've
been on the right track

if anybody was giving me
anything to work with.

Meg, are you alright?

Aw, did you get a paper cut?

- No, I...

All better.

How are we looking?

Here you go.

I wanna go home.

Come on, it's just a paper cut.

- Scott!

You alright?

Meg, you need some water?

- I wanna go home.

- Let's go for a swim!

- What?
- The ocean is right there!

- It's freezing!

- Cold water is good for you!

- No!
- Suit yourself.

- Talkie?

- Megan, come on, come on.

- Scott!

No, no!

No, it's too cold,
it's too cold,

it's too cold, it's
too cold!

All right,
you gonna do it?

- Yeah, yeah!

One, two, three!

- What is wrong with you?

No!

- You wanna play dirty?

All right.

Get in the water!

Meg!

Come on down!
- Join us!

She doesn't seem
to be getting any beter.

But you're
doing the best you can.

There's nothing more you
can do in this situation.

She needs real help.

- Meg, Jesus Christ.

Where have you been?

Are you hurt?

Where's your coat?

- I'll make you some tea.

Get out.

- Meg.
- Excuse me?

- Get out.

- Hey, calm down.

- Oh my god, get the fuck out!

- Meg!
- Get out, Madelin! Go!

Goodbye!

- What the fuck is
wrong with you?

Where are the keys?

Meg.

- Where are the keys?

Meg, what happened?

- I'm going home.

- Meg, talk to me,
what happened?

- I don't know, Scott.

What could've happened?

What could've happened
in the last 24 hours

that would make me
wanna leave you?

Do you have any fucking guesses?

- Meggie.

- Just tell me where
the keys are!

- Can we just talk about this?

- I don't wanna talk
about it! I wanna go home!

- We'll go home, okay?

We'll go home.

- You knew she would
be here with us.

Is Madelin even your cousin?

- Madelin is my cousin.

- Why did you bring me here?

Scott?

- I'm trying to be who
you need me to be,

but I'm out of my depth, Meg.

You've been having
such a hard time.

You won't talk to the
doctor, won't talk to me.

Sometimes it feels like
you're not even really there,

like you're seeing
something that I don't see.

Madelin, She was just
trying to help.

I needed help.

You need help.

You're barely eating,
you're barely sleeping.

Now with your sleepwalking-

- Wait, what?

- It's like living with a ghost.

- Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Babe, what's happening?

Tell me.

- I'm scared.

- Just calm down.

It's okay.

I want you to write
this down, okay?

That's it.

That's a good girl.

- Scott?

Where are the keys?

Someone please help me.

Talk to him.

- Scott, please.

They're gonna kill me!

- Minnow!

Minnow?

Minnow?

Minnow!

My mother is bedridden.

Hi, Meg.

I've been looking for
Minnow all night.

You'll help me look.

- Minnow?

Maybe we should go back.

- He could be hurt.

- What are you doing?

Keep going.

- It was an accident.

It was an accident.

Please.

I've been thinking about
your brother.

It must've been awful.

And afterwards, your parents
wouldn't talk about it.

You must've been so lonely.

And Scott, he was
like a brother.

And I can understand.

I'm not your enemy.

I just need to know
what happened.

Who hired them?

Was it you or was it Scott?

- Fuck you.

- What's the plan now?

Just kill me yourself?

- Why would I kill you?

You'll do it yourself.

You'll never feel normal again.

How could you, after
what you went through?

A person doesn't just recover
from something like that.

It rewires your brain.

It lives in your body
now, and you'll always,

always feel this way,
this emptiness,

like you're watching your life
pass by from behind glass.

You'll go through the
motions and you'll know

when you should be happy, but
you'll never really feel it.

And after a while,
that'll make you bitter.

You'll resent others for
moving on from something

that you can never leave behind.

Shut up.

Eventually
you'll just be a burden.

- Shut up.

- You can make it all go away.

It will be a mercy.
- Shut up.

Shut up!

You're broken!

- Shut up!

- You can't tell what's real-

- Shut up!
- And what's just

a symptom of your
diseased brain.
- Shut up, shut up,

shut up, shut up, shut up!

- Madelin?

Madelin?

Madelin?

Oh, god, Madelin!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Madelin, Maddie, Maddie,
Maddie, Maddie.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Are you alright?

- What did you do?

- You wanted me dead.

- What the fuck?

- You made me go
into that garage

so you could take my money.

- We have to get her
to the hospital.

- Because you wanted
me to be with her.

Meg, you have to help me, okay?

Help me carry her.

- I saw the videos!

- I didn't do anything!

I don't know who took you!

- How am I supposed
to believe you?

- You never will.

The first video was
delivered to our apartment

with a note while I
was still out here.

I didn't see it for
almost a month.

I thought you were dead.

I felt like I had killed you.

It was another month
before another video came,

and by that point, I
didn't know what to do.

I couldn't show the police.

They were already
investigating me.

I had already lost you, Meg.

I grieved for you.

- You grieved for me?

- I should've told you, I
should've told you, Meg.

I should've told you.

I'm so sorry.

- You grieved for me

for a month.

You grieved for me because
you missed the ransom note,

because you were here with her.

- You were already dead.

- I bet you liked the
attention, didn't you?

You liked being the handsome
widow on TV.

- No!

- Poor Scott Whitman, his
little Asian wife is dead.

I bet Madelin played
right along.

She made you feel special,
didn't she?

- You were already fucking dead.

- You're a coward.

Scott.

- I can't live like this.

It's too much.

- Please.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Meg!

Meg!

Get back here, Meg!

Meg, please.

I don't know what's
wrong with me.

I'm such a piece of shit.

I'm such a fucking asshole.

- Meg

- Let me go.

- Put the gun down.

Let me go.

- What?

I just wanna leave.

- You're the one with the gun!

If you wanna go, go!

Yeah?

- Hello?

Are you okay?