Original subtitles

[ Rain falling ]

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

ERIK: Alice?

Hey.

ERIK: Hey. There you are. Good morning.

Good morning.

Where are you?

Um, what do you mean? I'm home.

It's 2:00 in the morning.

Yeah, I know, I couldn't sleep.

I just feel, um...

I don't know, I'm excited.

It's a big day, I guess, you know.

Uh, John, he's good to drive you back at this hour?

Yeah, all good.

We can't be late, right?

I know, trust me.

ERIK: Yeah, they say she's the best fertility doctor around.

And also, freeway's closed still,

so it's gonna take you a bit longer.

Yep. Okay, I gotta go.

I love you. - Okay.

[ Sighs ]

[ Shower running ]

[ Hip-hop music playing on radio ]

So early.

Hey, let's just...

go back inside.

Stop. Come on, drive.

I need coffee.

Yeah. Sure.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Maybe you should answer.

It's okay.

Is it, though?

He's gotta know something is up.

No, he doesn't, trust me.

Trust you.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

Take the 59. The freeway is still closed.

[ Dashboard chimes ]

Gas light is on.

I told you to fill it last night.

I did.

What? I did.

If we're late, I'm gonna kill you.

You know what your problem is?

My problem is men thinking they know what my fucking problem is.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

What?

Company card?

Thank you.

Can I get some gum, some water, and--

[ Car chimes ]

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Pump beeps ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Radio playing indistinctly ]

[ Cellphone chimes ]

[ Cellphone swooshes ]

[ Cellphone swooshes ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Hello?!

[ Sighs ]

[ Hip-hop music playing on radio ]

♪ Now you're struggling ♪

♪ Beast in the wild, motherfucker ♪

♪ When we get hungry, better duck, motherfucker ♪

♪ You look a lot like lunch, motherfucker ♪

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Screams ]

God!

Oh, my God!

[ Groans ]

[ Panting ]

[ Door squeaks ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Screams ]

Oh, my God!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Panting ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Screams ]

Oh, my God!

[ Groans ]

John!

[ Hip-hop music playing on radio ]

[ Cries ]

[ Hip-hop music playing on radio ]

[ Groans ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Groans ]

John! Look at me!

Fuck!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Panting ]

[ Groans ]

MAN: Amelia.

You read me? Over.

You hear me?

Pick up, Amelia.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Over.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

ALICE: Fuck.

MAN: You hear me? Pick up, Amelia.

Hey, why you not answering?

[ Gunshot ]

Hello?

Babe, where are you?

♪ Motherfucker looking for a good snack ♪

♪ Better run, son, better never look back ♪

[ Dashboard chiming ]

JOHN: What the fuck?

♪ I ain't no scavenger, I ain't no gatherer ♪

♪ I'm here to scatter your bones ♪

♪ Take any challenger, I am a predator ♪

♪ I'm here to-- ♪

[ Car chimes ]

ALICE: Hello? Can you hear me?

You need to call the police. I need some help!

Hello. Can you hear me?

Hello? I need help!

Someone's shooting at me.

Hello?

MAN: There you go.

You have to let go for me to talk, okay?

Okay. I'm sorry. I'm just--

I'm so scared.

I need you to call the police, okay?

MAN: Who is this? What's going on over there?

Where is Amelia?

[ Car alarm chirps ]

My name is Alice Germain Bach. I need you--

[ Feedback ]

My name is Alice Germain Bach.

You have to call the police, please!

JOHN: Hey, Alice! MAN: What, shooting at you?

Hello? - Alice?

- John? - MAN: What's going on?

[ Gunshot ]

Hello? Hello, hello?

Are you still there?

[ Choking ]

[ John gasping ]

MAN: Hello?

Help...

please. - ALICE: Oh, my God.

JOHN: Alice...

please...

Help...

[ Gunshot ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

MAN: Hello?

Can somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?

If you still there, talk to me.

Where are you?

[ Groans ]

What's going on over there?

My friend just got shot. You have to call 911.

MAN: My God.

Where's my wife?

Amelia-- is she hurt?

Fuck...

I don't know, I'm...

I'm all alone.

I-- I need you-- I need you to call the cops, okay?

Please.

MAN: Don't you have a cellphone?

No, he shot it.

MAN: Where are you exactly?

I'm-- I'm hiding behind a shelf.

MAN: Okay, okay, hold on, hold on.

Please. I need you.

- MAN: Hello, 911? - Thank you.

MAN: Yeah, there's been a shooting

at the 24/7 FILL UP station on Route 59.

A woman's hurt over there.

No, she's talking to me on the two-way radio.

No, I'm on the road.

Hang on.

Hey, they want to know if he's an active shooter.

Is he still there? - Yes, yes, he's here.

Please just ask them to send someone.

MAN: Yeah, she says he's still there.

Uh-huh.

Well, how long?

Yeah, okay.

Yes, thank you.

Okay, they're on their way.

Operator said to stay put,

should be there in like 15 minutes.

Okay?

Yes, thank you.

MAN: God, I'm really worried.

My wife should have called me by now.

Can you please stay here with me?

MAN: Okay.

I'm here for you.

Thank you.

MAN: You know the man who got shot?

Yeah, he's my friend.

MAN: Oh.

I'm sorry.

Where were you guys going so late?

We were driving home from a convention.

He's my colleague.

MAN: Oh, right. Convention.

You guys work together?

I can't imagine what you're feeling right now.

You think we should call an ambulance?

I think he's dead.

[ Sighs ]

MAN: Yeah...

Because I blew his head off.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

You still there?

Alice?

Alice Germain Bach?

Oh, my God.

MAN: Just stand up...

so I can see you.

Fine.

I'll come down there, then.

What do you want?

MAN: What do I want?

Hm... What do I want?

What is it that you want, Alice?

Huh?

I want you to leave me alone.

MAN: I think that's what we all want.

Alice?

[ Gunshot ]

[ Grunts ]

Fuck.

[ Groans ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Animal calls ]

ALICE: Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Please answer.

Hello? Can you hear me?

[ Static ]

Hello? If there's anyone out there, please answer.

MAN: I'm right here.

Fuck.

Just me and you.

Oh, yeah.

And my wife...

Amelia.

Oh, my God.

Oh! Oh, my God.

MAN: So hard to think of her with another man.

Did I treat her poorly?

Abuse her physically?

Did I abuse her emotionally?

Or is everything abusive these days?

Did I not provide?

No.

She was probably just bored.

Tell me.

Are you bored, Alice?

I need a phone.

Her phone?

Fuck.

MAN: That's okay.

You don't have to answer.

We can take our time.

What I know for sure though

is that we're not going anywhere

till we're figure this out.

ALICE: Fuck!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Shit.

Fuck.

[ Car chirping ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshot ]

Fuck.

MAN: We seem to be stuck, you and me.

Cowering on the floor of a dark and dirty gas station.

What a waste.

If you're not interested in saving yourself...

well, then, this is how it all ends.

I've never done anything to you.

MAN: Are you sure about that?

Who are you?

MAN: Who do you think I am?

And more importantly...

who the fuck do you think you are?

Alice?

Come out.

And I promise you'll hardly feel a thing.

One shot and all our problems will be over.

Oh, fuck.

[ Groans ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Groans ]

Fuck.

[ Grunts ]

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Door opens ]

DOUG: Amelia?

Holy shit!

ALICE: Get down!

- DOUG: What? - ALICE: Get out of the doorway!

There's someone shooting in the store!

DOUG: What?

Amelia?

Where is Amelia, the girl who works here?

You need to call the police!

DOUG: Amelia?

Where the hell is she?

- ALICE: She's dead. - DOUG: What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Listen to me.

You need to call the police.

Do you have your phone?

DOUG: Yeah.

Good.

DOUG: Fuck. Shit.

It's in the car.

Fuck.

DOUG: Where are you?

I'm behind the counter.

If you go towards the refrigerator, you can see me.

DOUG: What the hell happened?

I just walked in here and someone shot me.

DOUG: Where is Amelia?

She's right here. She's right here with me.

DOUG: Are you hurt bad?

I don't know. I don't know. It's my arm.

You don't have a phone?

ALICE: No, and I can't find hers either.

- What about the landline... - No.

...on the counter?

It's not working, nothing is.

Nothing is working.

It's impossible to move around.

He-- He can see everything.

DOUG: Where's he shooting from?

ALICE: I think he's shooting

from the billboard across the road,

but there's an another door.

I saw it in the security monitor.

The door to the garage.

But that's locked at night.

Well, is there a key?

What the f... What the fuck?

What the fuck, man? What the fuck?

Hey, hey, listen to me.

We need to stay calm, okay?

We need to flag someone down.

No one uses this road at night.

Yeah, but you did.

You think he's still out there?

I don't know. He...

He hasn't fire a shot since you...

[ Gasps ]

Amelia...

No, no, no, no.

Oh, my God.

She was such a good person.

[ Crying ]

This is so fucked up.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

The only reason she was working here

was to help out her parents.

They came from Mexico city and bought this place,

and then her mom got sick.

- He said she was his wife. - What?

He said that he shot her because she left him.

Who?

You talked to the guy who did this?

How?

On that walkie.

He said that she was his wife!

No, he's-- he's lying. That's not true.

How do I know that you're not lying?

What do you mean?

I'm being shot at all night,

and the moment that you get here, it all stops.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

You think that I did this? Hold on.

Don't move! Stay were you are!

Stay away from me!

Just calm down.

This is crazy, okay?

Then why are you showing up at 3:00 AM?

Because we both work graveyard shifts.

Sometimes I would come in between deliveries

and we would just...

We would just talk.

This country is so fucked up.

Fucking racists.

Guns everywhere.

I can't take it anymore.

[ Crying ]

And it's always innocent people who get caught up in this shit.

You don't-- You don't-- You don't believe me?

Okay, fine, talk to him, then.

You'll see.

Go ahead.

Tell him that I called the cops.

He doesn't know I left my phone in the car, right?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

We called the police.

They're on their way.

Try again.

Did you hear what I said?

We called the cops.

You better get the hell out of here.

Try again.

Please.

Maybe he's gone. Yeah?

- Go get your phone, then. - What?

Yeah, if he's gone, go get your phone.

No. I mean, I'm not gonna go get myself shot

just to prove I'm not some fucking terrorist.

I'm telling you, this is not me!

I could never do anything like this.

I see it.

My phone.

Well, do you think you can get it?

Maybe if I...

Maybe if I go around the shelves to the other side.

Yeah.

You can use the car as a shield.

Yeah, sure.

Let's do it.

Maybe we should just wait a few-- maybe a little bit.

The truckers start arriving in a few hours.

No, no, this is important. This is the only way.

You need to call for help, okay?

Are you insane? I'm not going across there

and get my fucking head blown off.

If you're telling the truth,

he's gonna be down here any second.

You need to call for help.

I can distract him.

How?

ALICE: There's a flashlight under the counter.

Okay.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Gunshots ]

MAN: You know the difference between you and that guy?

He was willing to sacrifice himself...

...while you survive.

You put him up to it, didn't you?

What kind of a person does that?

Then again...

what kind of person does what I'm doing?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

I guess we both have a lot to think about, huh?

The way we've lived...

The repercussions of our actions...

Who we've become.

[ Screams ]

Why are you doing this?

MAN: For the truth.

Because I need the truth.

You sure tell a lot of lies for someone looking for the truth.

MAN: Do I?

And what about you?

You were at the convention, right?

I work for a pharmaceutical company, so...

MAN: So...

you're a drug dealer.

That's very original.

MAN: You know how many people lost sons, daughters

because of you?

Your drugs, your bullshit vaccines.

ALICE: Fucking idiot.

MAN: All so that you can get rich...

with zero accountability, ever. - Sure.

Do you know how many fucking people's lives we've saved?

MAN: You think someone might want you dead for that?

But no, no, no.

Instead, let's focus on the microchips

and Bill Gates and all the anti-vaxxers

so we all sound crazy so you can censor us.

So we can never talk about what's actually going on.

ALICE: What the fuck are you talking about?

MAN: I'm talking about the truth!

ALICE: Yeah?

MAN: But you'd rather label us so you can control us?

You think someone might want you dead for that?

Do you? - Are you finished?

Can I talk?

I'm a VP of Marketing.

Social media, okay?

I don't make the stuff.

MAN: Oh, that's even worse.

You promote it.

You create the image.

Filling young minds with lies and deceit.

Marching them to their deaths.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

How many people did you have to step on

to get such an important job?

How many years did you have to put in

before you became Vice President of Marketing...

...at Phinzer Pharmaceuticals?

I'll tell you how long.

Two years,

and you became VP

of one of the biggest drug companies in the country.

God, that's amazing.

I bet you didn't even have to sleep with anyone

to get ahead.

I'm sorry.

You don't need to sleep with anyone to get ahead anymore.

Fuck you.

MAN: You can just accuse someone

for something they did when they were 12

or a picture in blackface.

Or maybe a boss came in one day

and told you how pretty you looked.

Next thing you know, he's gone,

just like that!

Piece of shit.

Pig.

Just because he said something nice to a woman with ambition.

Now he's out of a job.

Can't make his house payments.

And he can't take care of--

of his little girl.

You don't know what it's like to hear a child

screaming in the middle of the night.

To wait for hours in the emergency room...

...because her daddy,

who's supposed to protect her,

has no health insurance

and is so...

fucking helpless.

You think that guy might want you to kill you?

You think that guy might want you dead?

All these deaths...

could have been avoided.

Because someone has to pay.

Someone always has to pay.

I'm tired of playing games.

But all you wanna do

is play hide and seek.

One Mississippi, two Mississippi,

three Mississippi,

four Mississippi, five Mississippi.

Who is Alice?

Six Mississippi, seven Mississippi.

What did she do? Eight Mississippi.

Admit it, Alice. Nine Mississippi.

Ten Mississippi.

Ready or not, here I--

[ Gunfire ]

You don't get to hijack this country

and hide behind your lies

and your fake news and your forced mandates!

Please don't do this.

I'm not doing anything you haven't been doing for years.

[ Crying ]

I never killed anybody.

MAN: Yes, you have.

That's the whole point. We're the same.

We kill to protect our interests.

I'm just not blind to it like you are.

We're nothing alike.

MAN: Oh, of course.

You're woke,

and I'm a psychopath.

How convenient for you.

I never said that.

MAN: No. But you wanted to.

And yet, when I was sent to Afghanistan

and I was killing for you, it was okay.

When my friends died thousands of miles away from home

while the were killing for you, it was okay.

But now that you are forced

to face the consequences of your life,

it's so much easier for you to label me

than it is for you to face reality.

[ Screams ]

MAN: But until you recognize your part in all this,

you'll never understand why people like me exist.

And we do.

And there's a lot of us.

You could be at school, in the supermarket,

at work, or even, uh...

filling up your car at a gas station.

You wouldn't even see it coming,

and then suddenly...

you're dead.

Why am I even talking to you?

MAN: Oh, because you want to know who I am.

And because you know that every second

I'm engaged in this conversation

is another second I'm not coming down there

to spill your brains on that filthy linoleum floor.

[ Metal music playing on radio ]

ALICE: Fuck.

Get out. Get out.

[ Beeping ]

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck!

[ Beeping ]

Fuck!

What the fuck, man?

What's the hell?

Get out of here.

[ Engine starts ]

MAN: See?

Would a psychopath have let him go?

Although, if that guy had better credit, he'd be dead.

See what we've been reduced to?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

You're not a bad guy. You...

Otherwise, you wouldn't have let him go.

MAN: Oh, yeah?

How many likes do you think that will get me?

ALICE: There's something you should know about me.

Something you wouldn't find out on social media.

MAN: I'm listening.

ALICE: We're trying to have a baby.

MAN: And yet here you are traveling with your lover

in the middle of the night.

How could you ever have time for children?

No, you don't strike me as the maternal type.

You couldn't handle the commitment.

The pain.

You know nothing about me.

MAN: I know you more than you think.

I know you put yourself ahead of everybody else.

I bet there's even been a couple of abortions

along the way, huh?

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

You know nothing.

MAN: Why is that, Alice?

[ Somber music plays ]

Because I can't have children.

MAN: Am I meant to feel bad?

We both know you'd do or say anything

to save your life right now.

My life?

My whole life has been about pleasing men.

My--

My father,

my husband,

my boss.

I'm sure you know what it's like to never feel good enough.

Do you know what it does to a marriage?

I'm...

not having an affair 'cause I'm in love.

I'm having an affair 'cause I'm in pain.

And I love my husband.

I'm--

I love-- I love him.

MAN: That's so sad.

So sad that it takes being at the end of a gun for two people

to finally have a real conversation.

[ Sighs ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Yes, yes, yes.

No! No, I'm here! [ Pounding on window ]

No!

Help! I'm right here!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

MAN: Alice?

Are you hiding again?

Where are you?

Oh, my God.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

MAN: Where are you, Alice?

[ Gunshot ]

[ Screams ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Screams ]

[ Groans ]

[ Screams ]

Fuck!

[ Crying ]

Oh, my God.

MAN: You can't run from this, Alice.

Not anymore.

Because there's nowhere to hide.

Nowhere to go.

That's the reason you ran back in here, isn't it?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Coughs ]

MAN: Alice?

Hello?

Are you still with me, Alice?

Are you still there?

It's becoming unbearable, isn't it?

The pain.

It leads to anger.

It leads to violence.

[ Groans ]

MAN: Don't you feel a paradigm shift in this country,

toward selfishness and brute force?

Why is it easier for a kid to buy an AR-15 than a six pack?

That's because the DNA to not give a shit

is more desirable from an evolutionary standpoint.

Plain and simple.

Do you think that the shooters in Vegas or Florida or Buffalo

or Uvalde or Sandy Hook had any feelings of guilt?

Do you think I should feel any guilt?

Do you feel guilt?

If you don't believe it's wrong

to do the things that serve your needs,

why should I?

What do you think drives the company you work for?

[ Groans ]

MAN: Look at the thousands of people you've harmed.

Who's worse?

Who's done more damage?

Just because you don't have your finger on the trigger

doesn't make you any less of a killer.

You don't care about people.

All you really care about is the money.

And you'll do or say anything to get it.

Because money is freedom, isn't that right?

[ Groans ]

MAN: Freedom to do what you want.

To buy whatever you desire.

Freedom to go anywhere you please.

But I think someone said it best.

"Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose."

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Aah!

Fuck!

You fucking piece of shit loser.

It's gonna take a lot more than killing me

to solve your fucking problems.

MAN: Maybe.

Or maybe it will make the next person willing to spread filth

and lies think about the consequences.

It's been a really shitty couple of years.

I'm angry too.

I get it.

And the media...

does not help.

Spreading conspiracies all over the place.

MAN: That's the one.

A conspiracy.

I was waiting for you to drop that one.

Best buzzword to devalue anything

I have to say and label me as crazy.

Did you really lose your job?

Is that what this is...

...Henry?

Did you really lose a child?

Because if that's the case, I'm--

I'm really, really sorry.

MAN: Who's Henry?

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Beeping ]

You got to leave. You got to leave.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Hey!

Hey, get back in your car!

[ Pounding window ] Get out!

Get out of here!

Car! Call-- Call the police!

Shit. - Ohh!

ALICE: Shit.

Hey, get back in your car!

Get out of the way!

- Bob. - Hide.

No, move out!

What are you doing?

No, what are you doing? No!

[ Gunshot ] [ Gasps ]

[ Sobbing ]

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Gunshot ]

MAN: Well, that was touching.

That's the kind of sentimental crap

that will die off with that generation.

What scares you most is knowing that, deep down,

we like it that way, because you and I, we are survivors.

No!

We're nothing alike!

MAN: You're in denial, Alice.

The only reason we're both still alive

is because we share that gene.

And it's that gene you'll pass down to your unborn child.

If you ever actually get pregnant.

That's exactly why I can't have children.

Because I don't wanna fear for their lives

every time they leave the house.

Because I don't want them bullied on their phones,

feeling unloved and alone.

Depressed and bitter

to potentially end up a coward!

Hiding in the dark, killing innocent people.

I can't have children

because people like you exist in the world.

But most of all,

I can't have children because it's my fucking choice!

And it's the same choice your mother would have made

if she knew what you'd become!

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Hey.

Hey, get down.

Hey, get down.

Lay down.

Grandma.

Fuck.

Listen, I know that you think that by doing this,

it's gonna give meaning to your life, but it won't.

They'll kill you

or they'll cornered you and you'll kill yourself.

Just like all the others.

And they're just gonna write it off

like another shooting,

and people will send their thoughts and prayers

but no one will give a fuck and nothing is gonna change.

MAN: Oh, you're right.

Nothing will change, because I only exist in you mind.

I'm your creation.

I am your perception

that you have projected onto me

so you never have to hear the real reasons why.

No matter how justified, I'm just a crazy shooter.

The right-wing nut, the conspiracy theorist,

stop the lie, storm the Capitol,

election fraud, domestic terrorist,

anti-vaxxer, anti-this, anti-that.

You label me and vilify me

when all I ever wanted

was to be left the fuck alone!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Did you really think

you could keep something like that from me?

No, no, no, no!

Fuck.

Shit.

Don't you dare shoot her, motherfucker.

Wake up, Grandma.

Wake up.

[ Car door closes ]

Please. Please, I'm begging you.

MAN: Begging is so beneath you, Alice.

It's hard for me to believe you really care.

Of course I care.

MAN: Enough that you would trade your life for hers?

[ Music ends ]

Yes, I would.

MAN: Tell you what, then.

Come out where I can see you clearly

and I'll let her go.

ALICE: How can I trust you?

MAN: How can I trust you?

ALICE: Because I get it.

I get it. I learned my lesson.

MAN: But what do you gain by letting her live?

ALICE: I get to save an innocent life.

MAN: But if you sacrifice yourself for her,

then you'll be teaching me a lesson.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Okay.

Let's see.

Tell her to run,

and when she's out of range, you come out front.

ALICE: Put your gun down.

MAN: It's down.

No, no, no, no, no, no, what are you doing?

Go!

Come on, run! Go!

Go!

Okay, come here. Okay.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

You're okay.

Shit.

Don't worry, we're gonna find a way out of here, okay?

Come.

Come on.

Fuck. Fuck.

Okay, watch your head.

Watch your head.

Listen to me.

If you hear something that's not me,

don't say anything at all, okay?

Do you know a song?

If you get scared, you're gonna sing that song.

But really quietly, okay?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Shh.

♪ Five little monkeys jumping on the bed ♪

♪ One fell off and broke his head ♪

MAN: Alice Germain Bach.

Still hiding, huh?

So what are we thinking?

Was I sent here by your husband

who you betrayed

with a younger, more exciting man?

♪ Four little monkeys jumping on the bed ♪

♪ One fell off and broke his head ♪

Or am I a co-worker

who you got fired without due process

so you could steal my job?

Or maybe,

maybe I'm a racist,

disgruntled employee out for revenge.

♪ Mama called the doctor and the doctor said ♪

♪ No more monkeys jumping on the bed ♪

Or I could be someone

whose life you destroyed with your lies and greed.

An anguished father

who's lost his child.

Or I could have

been someone who's just tired

of sitting idly by as this country goes to shit.

Or...

Or I could have followed you back from the convention

just to teach you a lesson.

Or maybe...

maybe...

this is just some...

random act of violence.

And you're simply at the wrong place...

at the wrong time.

- [ Screaming ] - [ Screaming ]

♪ Two little monkeys jumping on the bed ♪

♪ One fell off and broke his head ♪

[ Groans ]

[ Crying ]

Ah, so this is how it all ends, huh?

Crawling on the floor, like an animal.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Please!

Please don't hurt her!

♪ One little monkey...

ALICE: Please!

You should've left me the fuck alone!

- [ Screams ] - [ Screams ]

♪ Mama called the doctor and the doctor said ♪

[ Gunshot ]

♪ No more...

♪ ...monkeys jumping on the bed ♪

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Groans ]

You don't have to be scared no more.

- ALICE: [ Screams ] - [ Grunts ]

Run! Run!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Show me-- Show me your face!

[ Both grunting, screaming ]

[ Crying ]

[ Hyperventilating ]

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]