All language subtitles for Youll.Never.Find.Me.2023.1080p.BluRay.DTS.5.1.H264-JJ_eng

Go away.

I said fuck off!

Hello?

What?

Look. I'm sorry.

Can I come in?

What for?

I just... I just
really need a lift.

A lift?

A ride in your car, just into town.

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

The weather, it's gone
fucking crazy out there.

Do you know what the time is?

No.

Give me a minute?

And shut the door, please.

Oh, thanks, but I won't stay or anything.

I just really need a lift into town.

You're dripping all over my floor.

Oh, sorry.

What made you come here?

I... don't know. I just ran.

I'm afraid you've knocked
on the wrong door.

My car's been playing up
the last couple of days.

Oh. Well, um

are there any buses that run from here?

Not at 2:00 in the morning.

You've had a big night.

I guess I have.

Sorry for before.

I get kids

these feral fucking kids in
the park... knocking on my door

at all hours of the night.

When I finally go to answer
it, there's no one there.

Well, that must be annoying.

They seem to find it funny.

I've never really gotten the joke.

Why don't you take that shirt off?

I can throw it on the heater.

Oh, no. That's fine. I wasn't
really planning on staying.

It will only take a minute.

Actually, if you've got a phone,

then maybe I can just call the car.

It's no trouble. Pass it here.

You've been swimming.

Uh, yeah.

Strange time for that, don't you think?

I was at the beach earlier.
I must have fallen asleep.

I'm always wrong place, wrong time.

The beach?

You ran here from the beach?

Yeah.

Why don't you sit down for a minute?

- Oh, no, I really wasn't...
- That's all right. Sit down.

You should give those knuckles a
rest after bashing my door down.

You want tea or something?

No, thanks.

Take a cigarette, though,
if you've got one.

I don't, I'm afraid.

So, it's okay if I use your phone?

I just need to call the car.

My accommodation isn't far from here.

I figured you weren't local.

Yeah?

Well, I haven't seen you around the park.

You're certainly not a resident,
and you're way out of town,

so I assumed you must be lost.

Also, swimming this time of year?

Don't try to tell me there's crocodiles.

Crocodiles?

No.

Hypothermia, maybe.

Although I have to admit

this thunderstorm is strange.

We normally get them in the hotter months.

Something about the humidity.

You're old enough, aren't you?

To drink? Yeah.
Of course. Thanks.

I was just really hoping
to make that phone call.

Oh. That's right. Sorry.

For the pay phone. I
don't own a mobile.

There's one at the front of the park.

I can walk you up there when
the weather lets up a bit.

Oh, thanks, but if you give me directions,

I can just take myself.

I mean, it's a walk.

They actually lock the
gates after 12:00 a.m.,

so no cars can come through here at night.

The headlights are at the right height

to cut straight through
the curtains otherwise.

Some of the shadier
residents used to think

they were being raided by the AFP.

Sounds like you got some
interesting neighbors.

Yeah, that's one way to describe them.

Paranoid.

Like me, I suppose.

Like everyone who's old
enough to have done things

in their life to feel paranoid about.

Well...

Thanks heaps for the towel and the change.

But I should probably get out of your way.

I don't think you can.

That's what I meant
before. The gate's locked.

I've got a key, but I
would have to go with you.

I'm sure this will all
blow over soon, and then...

I really don't want to keep you.

I'm sure I'll find a way out.

Sorry. Of course.

I guess I should wait for my shirt to dry.

Have you lived here long?

The park?

Long time.

I grew up on the coast,
leaving the city in my 20s.

After I lost my job, I decided
I needed to uproot again,

find somewhere
quiet... and cheap.

We have something in common then.

What's that?

Unemployment.

Somewhat of a chronic condition of mine.

Yeah, well, I used to be an electrician.

I was all right at it, too.

Right up until I stuck a screwdriver

into a live light socket.

And they fired you for that?

No. No, I quit.

After something like that,

sticking screwdrivers where
they actually belonged felt

uninspiring.

No one tells you that

that fear and excitement
are identical emotions.

That's why people stick
forks into toasters.

That's why they jump out of planes

snort cocaine... rob banks.

They're convincing themselves
they're about to die

just to feel awake.

What does that say about
humans, do you think?

How our brains read joy and
danger as the same thing...

Like a population of fucking moths.

Where are you staying?

My house. It isn't
far from here.

Your house?

Hotel.

Everything's a little far from here.

You've never been here before?

You're a familiar face.

You're turning blue. Do
you want to take a shower,

go warm up?

Oh, no, really. That's fine.

Your shirt will be dry
by the time you're out.

I was just really hoping to call that car.

I'll take you after this passes over.

You're shaking.

Have a shower.

Phone isn't going anywhere.

Just that first door on the left.

What?

There's a dry jumper on
the bench here for you.

Your shirt isn't quite there yet.

You're not cooking for me, are you?

I wouldn't call canned soup cooking.

Just something to warm
you up while you wait

for your shirt to dry,

or catch fire, knowing that heater.

Are you married?

No.

It belonged to an old girlfriend.

You can keep it if you like.

How about you?

Married? Engaged?

No. Definitely not.

I can barely look after myself

let alone worry about somebody else.

So, you're a free spirit, then?

Free spirit... I like that.

It makes all my life
fuck-ups sound pretty.

Is that what brought you out here?

Out here?

I mean, in general.
Traveling alone seems...

Stupid?

I was going to say lonely.

No, it is stupid.
It's what we all do.

- Who?
- Women like me.

We put ourselves in dumb situations

and act all shocked when
they don't turn out well.

Sometimes it's like we're drawn
to unhappy endings, you know?

Like a population of fucking moths.

Do you get lonely, hiding
all the way out here?

Hiding?

What makes you say that?

People move around and say
it's for a quiet neighborhood

or cheaper housing.

But, really, they're always
just outrunning something.

Like mistakes can be
dumped in a donation bin

or buried in a backyard, and that's that.

But it doesn't matter where
you hide, though, does it?

In the end,

all we get is different-tasting tap water

and new scenery for our misery.

You know, I have to say,

I'm surprised by how self-aware you are.

Some women just want
to blame everyone else

for their own bad decisions.

You all right?

Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm...
just a little tired from work.

Work?

Oh, it's my fault.

I shouldn't have volunteered to look up.

So... what were
you up to tonight?

What do you mean?

I mean, before I got here.

Why weren't you asleep?

I don't sleep much.

Why not?

I don't know.

Doesn't come as easily
to me now as it used to.

When you're younger,
sleep is a good thing.

Your dreams are just stupid cartoons.

As you get older, that changes.

Your thoughts get stuck, corrupted.

Your mind

now functions like a scratch disc

that skips... illogically
jumping backwards and forwards

and only playing back your
least-favorite scenes.

Nights become less about
fantasy, more about fear.

Endlessly light...
always uneasy.

Whether before and after
doesn't really matter

because the now is so...
strangely convincing.

So, you then try to
avoid sleep altogether.

That doesn't stop the dreaming.

Everything just becomes more confused,

more intertwined

like your thoughts are
leaking into your life.

In the end, you don't want
to be awake or asleep.

Just want to be nothing

new again

like a baby.

So you can go back to
the cartoons you watched

when you were young.

Something wrong?

With your food?

Oh, no. It's just... It's hot.

You said the gates are locked.

If they lock the park up at night

how did I get in?

I was going to ask you the same thing.

Did you tell someone you were coming here?

Coming here?

You didn't tell anyone where you were?

No.

Why?

I told you.

Those kids

all hours of the night.

How far did you say the phone is?

Too far in this weather.

Strange, isn't it?

That a sky can be clear one moment,

so furious the next.

Strange.

A tree branch must have
blown into a power line.

That, or something's flooded.

Either way...

I think we'll be here for a while.

What do you mean?

If the power's out, it
means the whole park's down,

which means the phone's
probably down, as well.

Not much we can do if that's the case.

I'd volunteer to go check
the main disconnect outside,

but I'm a bit scared to put on my boots.

Oh, my God. I'm such an idiot.

I'm-I'm so sorry.
I'll clean it up.

- It's all right.
- I didn't mean to.

It's okay.

I'm just messing with you.

You know, you can leave.

If you want to, you can go.

It really was just soup.

Can we reset the circuit
breaker from inside?

Fuse box.

This is old wiring.

And we can try, but, like I said.

I think you'll be here for a while.

You know, this reminds me
of a time when I was a kid.

The power went off in our shack.

Dad was a vegetable... stroke.

Mum was... wherever she went.

Dad and I shared a room.

So, all night long I didn't sleep.

I just laid and listened,

waiting for his ventilator
battery to give out.

Pretty fucking scary as a kid.

Hold this for me.

Can you pass me a screwdriver?

Thanks.

Nothing's blown.

The whole park must be out.

You're bleeding.

What?

Y-your back.

I-I'll go get you something.

I'd like to leave now.

The gate's locked.

I'll find a way out.

Thank you.

I'll take you there when
the weather lets up.

I found a pack of cards.

I thought a game might help pass the time.

I only know one. It's
called "Bullshit."

You played it?

Did I drop an earring in here?

What?

Did you take my earring?

- None of those are yours.
- Then whose are they?

I think you must be confused.

Why are you looking through my pills?

I'm just trying to work out
what is actually happening here.

What do you think is happening here?

I've been with you the whole
time. I haven't taken...

I'd like to leave now.

Let me get my jacket, then.

By myself.

I'll need the key for the door.

Because you locked it, didn't you?

When you thought someone else was here?

Do you think I've locked you in here?

Look.

Thank you so much for the shower

and the food and whatever, but...

I wanna go home, yeah?

Home.

What a strange choice of words.

Why?

For a hotel.

So, you're a local, or you're a tourist.

Which is it?

What have I done to make you sad?

Nothing. You haven't
done anything.

No, I want to know exactly
where I went wrong.

I couldn't drive
you. Is that it?

- No, that's not it.
- I let you warm up.

I gave you food,

something to drink, somewhere to stay...

Won't let you guilt me into staying.

Now let me the fuck out.

Amazing.

You know?

I find it interesting how you people...

"You people"?

How you invite yourself into my life

and then act like I dragged you here.

Why?
- I just want to...

What makes you so special?

Who the fuck are you, anyway?
Where did you come from?

What are you doing here?
- Just want to get...

What are you actually doing here tonight?

Can you tell me that?

I just want the fucking key!

It isn't locked.

You can go now.

I'd pour you another drink, but
you haven't touched your first.

I have a nice pair of
runners in the laundry,

if you're looking for
somewhere to dump it.

All right.

Two aces.

One 2.

One 3.

Two 4s.

One 5.

My name's Patrick, by the way.

Two 6s.

You really do look familiar.

You sure we've never met before?

I don't think so.

I'm sure we all start to
look the same at some point.

- Who does?
- Girls in bars.

I don't follow.

I'm just saying we all start to blend

into one another at some point.

We're not unique, like you said before.

We're all just outrunning something.

I think you said that, actually.

Three 7s.

One 8.

So, what about you? You
outrunning something?

Probably... in some
sense or another.

Nothing illegal,

although I can't promise the same

for a lot of my neighbors.

Nothing says "I'm in hiding"

more than misspelling your own fake name.

Really?

"Maria," spelled M-A-R-E-Y-A-H,

lives in the caravan
by the front entrance.

She shares it with her
boyfriend, "Camera,"

which I can only guess was an attempt

at the name Cameron or
maybe Camaro, like the car.

They also share the last name "Park,"

which I'm pretty sure they
borrowed from the sign

on the way down here.

One 9.

So, how about you?

What are you hiding from?

Well, I'm not a criminal, if
that's what you're asking.

Reality, probably.

Parts of myself I can't stand.

Hence, why I was five
tequilas deep at the pub

before the rain hit.

Drink anymore, I'll probably
misspell my own name, too.

I thought you said you were at the beach.

Sorry?

You said you fell asleep at
the beach before you ran here.

Well, I did. I-I was.

One 10.
- Bullshit.

Well... you won't trust me now.

Oh, we're even then.

How do you mean?

I lied.

I don't think you're supposed to tell me.

That jumper you're wearing?

I told you an old
girlfriend left it, but...

It actually belonged to my wife.

We met inside a petrol station.

Not the most romantic
story, I know, but...

I was walking in to pay for my petrol.

I just see this mess

all hair and mascara, sitting by the door.

She was completely pissed

all by herself, crying and shivering.

She asked me for a packet of chips.

At first I thought she
was homeless, but...

No.

Her clothes were clean, and her hair was,

so pretty.

Long, dark hair.

She'd offended the guy
behind the counter somehow.

He wouldn't serve her.

So, I went inside, paid for my petrol.

Came outside with two packets
of chips and a bottle of Coke.

When she saw me, it was like I was...

Father Christmas, yeah?

We sat outside the petrol
station and ate together,

until the attendant told us off.

The cheapest and most successful
first date I've ever had.

It's funny the things
that draw you to a person.

For me, it wasn't
the looks. It was

well, that she was alone.

It's a rare thing to see beautiful people

by themselves like that.

The world normally suffocates
them with loud friends

and followers, always
swarming and fussing.

But she was alone

oblivious to the rarity that she is.

Was.

Oh, shit. Sorry.
I'll take this off.

No, no.

I like to keep her things
around the home still.

Little reminders, you know?

Sad, fucking, horrible reminders
I can't stand to look at.

I just haven't seen someone
in that jumper since her.

To be honest, I haven't seen
someone in my house since her.

How did she die?

Overdose.

Can I tell you something without
you taking it the wrong way?

I've enjoyed your company tonight,

and I mean that in no other
way, now I've said it.

If you feel I've kept you
here longer than needed

well, it's purely for the conversation.

I don't get much of it anywhere else.

It's nice to pass the
time with a stranger.

I like the way you see me now.

Brand-new

without all those other bits

that make a person complicated and ugly.

You know what I mean?

Now, I don't know where
you came from tonight

or how you managed your way here.

But I know you've lied to me.

It's too late at night,

and we are too far from
the beach for bare feet.

But I don't care.

For the first time in a long time, I feel

awake.

So, thank you.

Storm or no storm,

I'll take you to the
phone whenever you like.

Three jacks.

You're lying.

I thought we were beginning
to trust each other

for a moment there.

Shit!

Aah!

Aahhh! Aahhh! Aah!

Aahhh!

Aah!

Aahhh!

Help me! Please help!

Help!

Aah!

Help me!

Help me!

Aah! No!

Aah!

Hey!

Open your mouth. Open it!

Swallow.

Swallow!

Aahhh!

Help me!

Help me!

Aahhh!

What are you doing...

When my back's turned?

What are you thinking?

Are we playing these
scenarios over and over?

I want you in my mind like a movie,

imagining what you girls must be feeling

trying to understand you

to understand this pattern
that we're caught in.

I saw her outside the petrol
station earlier tonight.

She asked me for a packet of chips.

I didn't say anything
until she spoke to me.

Sheasked for food.

Shewanted a ride.

What am I meant to make of that?

And you, banging on
my door at 2:00 a.m.,

begging to come in.

Strange.

So strange.

But this is not chance.

This is choice

your choice.

And of all the doors and all the homes,

you knocked on mine tonight.

What did you give me?

The same thing she had.

It's called GHB.

Get away from me.
I'm gonna be sick.

.5 mils will make your
head dizzy, your mouth dry.

Three mils, your muscles shut down.

Six mils would kill a man in 20 minutes.

You've had 8.

The first girl, I barely remember.

It was storming by the beach.

She knocked on my car door.

A tourist, I think.

She had this tattoo on her ribs.

Like a pulse line, a heartbeat.

I watched it fluttering.

And I watched it go still.

The faces I get confused, but

the little details are harder to forget.

I've waited for the sirens,

the flashing lights in my window.

But they haven't come.

And they never will.

Do you know what happens when
I do exactly what I shouldn't?

I get rewarded.

Years I've kept myself away from it.

But here you are

within the hour of another girl's expiry.

What strange, unnatural timing.

It makes you realize that
we are totally alone.

And if anything's up
there, it's not watching.

I can't breathe.

That bad behavior's a myth.

Please, God.

God isn't real.

The only thing that comes close

is that little voice in your head.

But if you can ignore it,

if you can put it aside, you
can do anything you want.

If you can ignore it

you can ignore the voice of God.

That's all it is.

No plagues or illness.

No prison or fire.

No consequences.

Just a little voice.

I'm sorry.

The weather, it's gone
fucking crazy out there.

What did you buy me?

Aahhh!

Aah! Aah!

Aahhh!

You know, this reminds me of something.

You know, this reminds me
of a time when I was a kid.

Oh, fuck!

The power went off in our shack.

The power went off in our shack.

Dad and I shared a room.

I just laid and listened.

Waiting for his ventilator
battery to give out.

Dad?

Aah!

Aahhh!

Aahhh!

I saw her outside the petrol
station earlier tonight.

I don't remember her face.

She asked me for a packet of chips.

Long, dark hair, friendly smile.

That's enough.

Don't think I'm a...

I'm paranoid.

Always worried someone's watching,

someone's followed me home.

I had to stretch on my couch.

I'm trapped again, but I couldn't sleep.

I'm tired. It's getting worse,

a spiral of rising,
twisting, worrying. Shh!

Sleepwalk.

Every night I just sleepwalk.

Aah!

Aah-aah!

When will I stop?

When will this feeling go away?

No.

I thought you wanted to be nothing.

New again. Like a baby.

Drink, drink, drink, drink,
drink, drink, drink, drink,

drink, drink, drink, drink,
drink, drink, drink, drink,

drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink.

You can't ignore it forever...

Drink, drink, drink, drink.

The little voice.

Little voice, little voice,
little voice, the little voice,

the little voice, the little voice,

the little voice,

the little voice, the little voice.

Drink up! Drink up!

It's gonna be chilly, so make sure...

No! This is it.

Got you, weirdo!

Fuckin' dickhead!

That guy is such a...