Fractured (2018) - full transcript
When Rebecca and Michael decide to take a weekend getaway and drive into the isolated countryside, they arrive at their cottage unscathed, but Rebecca can't help but feel like someone is watching.
(ominous music)
(tyres screeching)
- [Man] Hope I've done this right.
- So do I.
- If only I had my copy of
101 Manly Things to Know.
- What do you think happened?
- I don't know.
Sometimes tyres just blow.
- Tyres don't just blow.
- Does it need a reason to blow?
- Everything happens for a reason.
Something must have caused it.
- Says who?
- Says me!
- All right, God did it.
Satisfied?
- No.
- You wanted an answer.
- That's no kind of answer.
- Well it keeps two billion
Christians sleeping at night.
- Okay, so why did the
big man blow out our tyre?
- Haven't you heard?
He holds a grudge.
You know, you could've helped me.
- You never asked.
- Well I'm askin' now.
- Well I am helping.
- How so?
- Well, I'm your motivation.
- Uh-huh.
Well consider me motivated.
(ominous music)
♪ We call these ♪
♪ Lies to believe ♪
- What is this?
- People call that music.
- [Man] You're awake.
(groans)
- Turning the radio on
will do that to a person.
How long was I out?
- Not long.
Someone forgot to fill up.
- Well, we still might
stop and get petrol.
- [Man] You sound confident.
- There's always somewhere, isn't there?
- Yeah, there is when
you're somewhere normal,
we're in the middle of nowhere.
- Oh, are you scared?
- No.
Just saying.
- Just remember why we
came here, all right?
Bit of privacy.
- Do you know any car games?
- Um.
Well I guess the number plate game's out.
(laughs)
- [Man] Hide and seek.
- You don't have to do this.
- [Man] What?
- Entertain me.
- I just wanted to play a game.
- [Woman] (scoffs) Sweet.
- I'm a sweet man.
It's why you fell in love with me.
- Mm.
- Well that or my huge--
- Petrol station!
- [Man] How 'bout you go out and pump?
- I vote I don't.
- Flip you for it.
- Why would I flip you for it
when I know that you're
the one that's going out?
- What about women's lib?
- What?
- I'm treatin' you as an equal.
- Yeah, but we're not equals, are we?
'Cause I'm clearly superior.
- So then you'll do a better job than me.
Out you go.
(scoffs)
I might see if he's got a toilet.
- [Woman] (scoffs) Hurry up.
- Hi.
(ominous music)
Do you mind if I, um?
Okay.
(ominous music)
(door bells ring)
- Number two, how much?
- I'm closin' now.
I'm closin' the shop.
Closing!
- [Woman] That should cover it.
(ominous music)
- You have the keys?
- Yeah.
- (laughs) Nice keyring.
- What, I think it's cute.
Shit, I left my wallet in there.
- Up that with Lurch?
Well that's unlucky.
Fine.
Go on me own, shall I?
(ominous music)
Right there on the counter.
- So mean.
(ominous music)
- You're shakin'.
- Yeah I know.
I'm the one shaking.
- You cold?
- No, I think I need a cigarette.
There any fags in here?
- [Man] What happened to yours?
- Smoked the last one, didn't I?
Bingo wings.
You want one?
- Later.
After we've had sex.
- (scoffs) You assume.
- I know.
- You think you know.
Fuck.
- [Man] What?
- What have you done with my lighter?
- Don't know what you mean.
- Come on, where is it?
- I guess you'll just
have to strip search me
when we get there.
(scoffs)
- Right, well that's that then, isn't it?
How long 'til we're there?
- Not long.
- Well how long's not long?
- Soon.
(ominous music)
It's just a motorbike.
- [Woman] Is it?
- What's the difference between
a motorcyclist and a cock?
None.
Both brainless pieces of
meat with helmets on top.
- I think he's following us.
- Who?
- That creep from the petrol station.
- You're being paranoid.
- Yeah, but that doesn't
mean I'm not right, does it?
(dramatic music)
- Trust me, it's not him.
(dramatic music)
- [Navigation] In 300 yards, turn left.
(dramatic music)
Turn left.
- [Man] See?
Told you it was nothing.
- [Navigation] You have
reached your destination.
- [Woman] Nice house.
- [Man] Lucky we got
it at the last minute.
- [Woman] Come on, hurry
up, I'm desperate to pee.
- [Man] Shit.
- What?
- Wrong key.
(sighs)
- Come on, hurry up!
- After you.
- Thank you.
- I'll get the bags then, shall I?
(ominous music)
Becca, wasn't there a torch in here?
(ominous music)
Honey, I'm home!
Shit.
Becca?
Becca?
(ominous music)
If you're waitin' to do that
jumpin' out on me thing,
then let's just get it over with.
- What're you doing?
- Nothing, I was just,
didn't get to do my honey I'm home thing.
- Aw.
You can do it now if you want.
- No, it won't be the same.
- Okay.
I'm just running a bath, it's a bit cold.
Can you be a man and put the fire on?
- [Man] Okay.
(water running)
(ominous music)
- Love is
never having to say you're sorry.
- (laughs) Yeah, you're
right, that one is stupid.
(laughs) Um.
Love is
putting up with your big hairy feet.
(laughs)
- Love is compromise.
- Mm, don't you mean sacrifice?
- Love is never having
to ask for a blowjob.
- Mm-hm.
Okay.
But then don't ask for one.
(moaning)
(soft music)
- Hey.
(soft ominous music)
(phone buzzing)
(phone buzzing)
Hello?
Alva?
No, wrong, wrong number.
- Guess who?
- Um.
Gillian Anderson.
And you've come to confess
your undying love for me.
- Scully?
- Yeah.
- [Becca] Really?
- It's the red hair.
- [Becca] Huh.
- More wine?
- We have more wine?
- Well the kitchen had more wine,
so now we have more wine.
- Oh.
Well then it would be rude not to.
Cheers.
- You hear that?
- What?
- Exactly.
Nothing that needs to be said.
We know each other inside and out.
- I think we might still have
a few surprises for each other.
I wish we could stay like this forever.
- Forever's a long time.
- I think that's kind of the point.
(laughs)
(slamming)
- It's just the door.
(Becca exhales heavily)
Must not have closed it properly.
(sombre music)
You okay?
- Sure.
- Well that means no.
(scoffs)
- When I was...
I don't know, I just,
just afraid that everything's
gonna catch up with us.
I mean, nothing stays
perfect forever, right?
- Hey.
You made the right call.
We needed to get away.
Just hit the road.
See where it takes us.
Dance?
- Okay.
♪ No, no, they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ The way your smile just beams ♪
♪ The way you sing off-key ♪
♪ The way you haunt my dreams ♪
♪ No, no, they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ We may never, never meet again ♪
♪ On the bumpy road ♪
♪ To love ♪
(dramatic chord)
♪ Still I'll always, always ♪
♪ Keep the memory of ♪
♪ The way you hold your knife ♪
♪ The way we dance 'til three ♪
♪ The way you've changed my life ♪
(ominous music)
(sighs)
(toilet flushes)
(ominous music)
(moves into loud thudding music)
- Michael?
Michael?
- [Michael] Yeah?
- Have you seen my shoes?
- [Michael] Checked your feet?
- (scoffs) They're gone.
- [Michael] What, your feet?
- [Becca] Come on.
Only just got those shoes.
- They'll be around.
We'll find them tomorrow.
- [Becca] I think we should find them now.
- Why, you going somewhere?
- [Becca] No.
I just think we should find them now.
- We'll find 'em tomorrow, I promise.
Let's just get to bed for now.
- [Becca] Okay.
(moaning)
(Becca gasps and laughs)
- [Michael] Get on your knees.
- What?
- Get on your knees.
(laughs)
Stay there.
My turn.
(screams)
Huh?
(yells and laughs)
Hands behind your back.
(laughs)
- Why?
- Put your hands behind your back.
(laughing)
(groans)
(muffled speaking)
- Whoa, what was that?
- I don't hear anything.
(muffled speaking)
It's just the TV.
- Well yeah, who's gonna be
turning the TV on, clever dick?
- Well forget about the
TV, and I'll show you
how clever it can be.
- No.
(muffled speaking)
- I'll gonna check it out then, shall I?
- What, so you're just
gonna leave me like this?
- Be a second.
The remote just broke--
(thuds)
- Michael?
- [Woman] Thank you very much.
Michael!
(groaning)
Fuck!
Michael!
Michael!
(dramatic music)
Fuck!
Michael!
(door slams)
(stairs creaking)
Michael.
Michael, wake up right now.
Michael, there's someone in the house.
(stairs creak)
(groans)
Michael.
Michael, wake up, now!
(panting)
Michael!
- [Michael] What the fuck?
- Untie me!
- I'm bleeding.
- Untie me now, bleed later!
Come on, untie me.
There's someone in the house.
- What are you talking about?
- I heard them coming up the stairs.
- It's just the telly.
How about a bit of sympathy for my head?
- No, how about you take me seriously?
I wanna get out of here, now!
- And go where, Becca?
- [Becca] Anywhere!
Anywhere but here.
- Well just listen to yourself.
Now you got all stressed,
and you're just gettin' a bit paranoid.
- No, don't patronise me, Michael.
- Fine.
I'm gonna check it out.
- [Becca] Wait, on your own?
- You just said you
thought someone was here.
- I know, I know, yeah, I did!
- So I'm gonna go and have a look.
- [Becca] Wait, wait, no, wait!
- It's fine.
Be right back.
- [Woman] It's like a picture
out of a history book.
I feel as though I were
in the 17th century.
(groans)
- Michael?
- [Michael] Stubbed my toe.
- Oh!
Idiot!
- [Woman] What a shame they
let it get so run down.
Straight on?
- [Man] Yes, all the road around it.
- There's no one here.
Told you, the remote must've just fell.
(ominous music)
- [Becca] I'm sure I
heard someone, though.
- No it's uh,
it's just the telly.
(ominous music)
(engine whirs)
- Michael?
Michael, what are you doing?
- [Michael] Nothin'.
- What's going on?
What's taking so long?
- [Michael] Nothing,
let's just get to bed.
- I know when you're lying.
- I'm not lying.
Everything's fine, honestly.
- Whatever.
You're lucky I'm scared.
Otherwise you were sleeping
on your own tonight.
- Let's just get some sleep, okay?
(ominous music)
(urine streaming)
(ominous music)
- (moans) No, I'm still annoyed with you.
(water dripping)
(sighs) You've left a tap running.
(scoffs) I'll do it then.
(ominous music)
(gasps) Michael!
Michael!
Michael!
No!
No!
Michael!
(yelling)
(sobbing)
(ominous music)
(sobbing and panting)
(gasping)
(panting)
(ominous music)
(screams)
Who the fuck are you?
(ominous music)
- Guess who?
(screams)
- Oh! (laughs)
(yells in foreign language)
(ominous music)
- Hello?
- Hi!
- Hi!
- [Becca] Thanks so much for stopping!
- That's not a problem.
- [Michael] Hi, um, do you
mind if I sit in the front?
It's just I get carsick.
- Yeah, that's fine.
Um, he doesn't speak English.
- Oh, sorry!
(speaking in foreign language)
- Thank you.
I'll just get rid of these.
Thank you.
- [Driver] Yeah, sure!
- Thank you so much for picking us up.
You have no idea the
difference you've made.
- Aw, I'm happy to help.
- It's a big, big help.
- You might've seen our car a while back.
- Yeah, we did see a car.
(speaking in foreign language)
Did you break down?
- It proved unreliable.
- A rental?
- I borrowed.
- So, what are your names?
I'm Alva.
- Alva?
That's pretty.
- Brit's always have such boring names.
- I'm sure your names aren't dull.
If we all know each other,
we can be friends, right?
- Simple as that, is it?
- Yeah, of course.
- Know the name, know the person.
- Well you can tell a
lot from a person's name.
Do you know what Alva means?
- Beautiful.
- It means elf.
- Ha, it's fitting.
(laughs)
- Michael, stop teasing.
- Oh, Michael.
That is a nice name.
It's not boring.
- So what does Michael mean?
- I have no idea.
(laughs)
- I'm Becca.
- So now you think you know us?
- Yeah.
- And now we're all friends.
- This is Freyr.
- Oh.
- So what's your story?
- My story?
- Yeah.
You and Freyr here.
Since we're all sharing.
- Oh, well, I spend half my time here
and half my time in a
small village in Sweden.
That's why I speak the language somewhat,
but I butcher the accent.
Uh, Freyr and I met at school in Sweden.
- Oh.
School sweethearts?
- Yeah, you could say that.
- She did say that.
- [Becca] I think it's a sweet story.
- We were each other's first kiss.
- How romantic.
- So are you from near here?
- No.
- Oh, are you on holiday?
- Uh, more of a getaway.
- Oh.
Well you know all about us two.
What about you?
- What do you wanna know?
- Anything, doesn't matter.
- Well if it doesn't matter,
then why do you wanna know?
So, Freyr.
How you guys going, then?
- He doesn't speak English.
- Oh, just checkin'.
So where are you guys going?
- Home.
Where do you two want dropping off?
- We'll let you know.
- Do you have a place to stay?
- We'll find somewhere.
- There's nowhere around here.
- Ah, we'll find somewhere.
- Are you guys lost or something?
- Something.
- Yeah, I mean do you know where you are?
- We're with you.
- Okay, well, just let me know
where you want me to drop you off, yeah?
(singing in foreign language)
(ominous music)
Yeah, just let me know where
you want me to drop you off.
- Nice car.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
(ominous music)
(navigation speaking in foreign language)
What did that say?
- We're almost home.
- Oh, well, you'll be wanting
to get rid of us, then.
(laughs)
- What's it like living out here?
No one around to disturb you?
- Yeah, they don't.
- Alva, do you love Freyr?
- Yeah, why do you ask?
- And
does he love you?
- I, I think I'm just gonna
drop you both here if that's okay.
- You stop this car and I'll put your head
through the windscreen.
See how much he loves you with holes
where your eyes used to be.
Really doesn't speak English, does he?
- No.
- Wait, you can't answer me?
- No, no, he doesn't speak English.
- Great.
Great, well then we can just
keep pretending like
everything all well and good.
You know, like friends.
Alva, but do you trust us?
- You can be honest.
- No, I, I don't trust you.
- So you can trust us
not to be trustworthy.
- And if you don't know
what we're likely to do,
then you're likely to do what we say.
(ominous music)
(speaking in foreign language)
- What'd he say?
- Um, he asked if I'm okay.
- I thought you said he
didn't understand English.
- Well he's Swedish, he's not stupid,
he knows when something's not right.
- [Michael] So make it right.
(speaking in foreign language)
- What did you tell him?
- I just said that you're mad
at each other for getting lost.
- That was good.
- What do you want from us?
- We don't want anything from you,
we just want your car.
But then
what do you suggest we do with you?
- Well just, just take
the car and leave us here.
(scoffs)
- We're English, not stupid.
Just keep driving for now.
(ominous music)
Pull in here.
Turn the engine off,
and take the keys out of the ignition.
Go look at me
and smile.
Thank you for the lift.
You ready, baby?
- Yeah.
(yelling)
- Please, please!
- [Freyr] Alva!
Please, please just take the car,
please just take the car!
Why are you doing this to us?
- There's no reason.
It's just fun, innit?
(thudding)
- No, please!
(ominous music)
- No you don't!
- That's great work, baby.
Hey?
(ominous music)
(sobbing)
- I never really liked blond guys.
Alva tuh,
Alva tuh, I'm not even
gonna bother saying that,
but she was 27.
I thought she was 12.
Oh my god!
They were only one stamp
off a whole chicken.
(laughs)
Shame.
I think they look better on me, anyway.
What do you think?
- Very nice.
- You're not even looking!
- Well give us a twirl, then.
Yeah.
Very you.
You ready?
- We have to go right now?
Come on, it's a nice night.
Let's stay for a bit.
Do you remember when you got me this?
- I forget.
- She was my first.
And you said,
"Beautiful things belong together."
- I said that?
- (laughs) Yeah.
And then you cut it off her neck
and you gave it to me.
- Well don't say I
never give you anything.
(laughs)
(sighs)
Oh, I'm starving!
I wonder if they've got any food in.
(ominous music)
(breathing heavily)
- (sighs) Can you watch, please?
- It's not my thing.
- I don't mean that!
Keep a look out!
Scary out here.
- There's no one around.
- We're around!
(dramatic music)
We set?
- Once I set this thing to English
and find out where
we're going, we are set.
- [Navigation] In 400 feet,
- There we go.
- continue straight.
(breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(tyres screech)
- Fuck, Michael!
What was that?
- [Michael] If only I had my copy
of 101 Manly Things to Know.
- What do you think happened?
- I don't know.
Sometimes tyres just blow.
(dramatic music)
♪ We call these ♪
♪ Lies to believe ♪
- What is this?
(ominous music)
- [News Anchor] Now
the search for the pair
may well constitute the biggest
manhunt in recent years.
British law enforcement agencies
are working together across the country
to bring Michael Duncan and
Rebecca Wallace to justice.
Duncan was last seen wearing a grey hoodie
and tan leather jacket,
holding a black bag.
Any member of the public sights the pair,
it's advised to contact
the police immediately.
Suspects are considered very high risk,
and pose an extreme and immediate threat
to the general public.
Now for the weather, the morning looks set
to be cloudy with scattered showers
to the south and east of the region,
brightening up towards the
latter part of the day.
If you're heading to
the festival of lights--
(ominous music)
- How you doing?
Do you mind if I just?
Okay.
(ominous music)
(clattering)
- Number two, how much?
Number two?
- We're closing now.
I'm closing the shop.
- [Rebecca] That should cover it.
(ominous music)
- Shit, I left my wallet in there!
- Up that with Lurch?
Well that's unlucky.
(door bell rings)
(ominous music)
(breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
- [Alva] No!
(dramatic music)
- I'll get the bags then, shall I?
Becca, wasn't there a torch in here?
Honey, I'm home!
Shit.
(ominous music)
Becca?
- What're you doing?
- Nothing, just,
didn't get to do my honey I'm home thing.
(ominous music)
(groans)
(sombre music)
(sobs)
(phone buzzing)
- Hello?
Alva?
No.
It's the wrong number.
- [Rebecca] I wish we could
stay like this forever.
- [Michael] Well forever's a long time.
- [Rebecca] I think
that's kind of the point.
(door slams)
- [Michael] It's just the door.
(breathes heavily)
(sighs)
- [Rebecca] Have you seen my shoes?
- [Michael] Checked your feet?
(scoffs)
- They're gone.
- [Michael] What, your feet?
- [Rebecca] Come on.
Only just got those shoes.
- They'll be around.
We'll find them tomorrow.
- [Rebecca] I think we
should find them now.
- Why, you going somewhere?
- [Rebecca] No.
I just think we should find them now.
- We'll find them tomorrow, I promise.
Let's just get to bed for now.
- [Rebecca] Okay.
(ominous music)
(Rebecca yelling and laughing)
(ominous music)
(urine streaming)
(shushing)
(breathing heavily)
(Rebecca screaming)
- Michael!
(yelling)
(sobbing)
(gasping)
(screaming)
Who the fuck are you?
(ominous music)
- [Alva] Guess who?
(screams)
(grunting)
(thudding)
(panting)
(yells)
- [Rebecca] Come here!
(screaming)
(yelling and sobbing)
(sombre music)
("They Can't Take That Away
From Me" by Billie Holiday)
♪ The way you wear your hat ♪
♪ The way you sip your tea ♪
♪ The memory of all that ♪
♪ No, no they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ The way your smile just beams ♪
♪ The way you sing off-key ♪
♪ The way you haunt my dreams ♪
♪ No, no they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ We may never, never meet again ♪
♪ On the bumpy road to love ♪
♪ Still I'll always, always ♪
♪ Keep the memory of ♪
♪ The way you hold your knife ♪
♪ The way we dance 'til three ♪
♪ The way you changed my life ♪
♪ No, no they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ No they can't take that away from me ♪
♪ We may never, never meet again ♪
♪ On that bumpy road to love ♪
(tyres screeching)
- [Man] Hope I've done this right.
- So do I.
- If only I had my copy of
101 Manly Things to Know.
- What do you think happened?
- I don't know.
Sometimes tyres just blow.
- Tyres don't just blow.
- Does it need a reason to blow?
- Everything happens for a reason.
Something must have caused it.
- Says who?
- Says me!
- All right, God did it.
Satisfied?
- No.
- You wanted an answer.
- That's no kind of answer.
- Well it keeps two billion
Christians sleeping at night.
- Okay, so why did the
big man blow out our tyre?
- Haven't you heard?
He holds a grudge.
You know, you could've helped me.
- You never asked.
- Well I'm askin' now.
- Well I am helping.
- How so?
- Well, I'm your motivation.
- Uh-huh.
Well consider me motivated.
(ominous music)
♪ We call these ♪
♪ Lies to believe ♪
- What is this?
- People call that music.
- [Man] You're awake.
(groans)
- Turning the radio on
will do that to a person.
How long was I out?
- Not long.
Someone forgot to fill up.
- Well, we still might
stop and get petrol.
- [Man] You sound confident.
- There's always somewhere, isn't there?
- Yeah, there is when
you're somewhere normal,
we're in the middle of nowhere.
- Oh, are you scared?
- No.
Just saying.
- Just remember why we
came here, all right?
Bit of privacy.
- Do you know any car games?
- Um.
Well I guess the number plate game's out.
(laughs)
- [Man] Hide and seek.
- You don't have to do this.
- [Man] What?
- Entertain me.
- I just wanted to play a game.
- [Woman] (scoffs) Sweet.
- I'm a sweet man.
It's why you fell in love with me.
- Mm.
- Well that or my huge--
- Petrol station!
- [Man] How 'bout you go out and pump?
- I vote I don't.
- Flip you for it.
- Why would I flip you for it
when I know that you're
the one that's going out?
- What about women's lib?
- What?
- I'm treatin' you as an equal.
- Yeah, but we're not equals, are we?
'Cause I'm clearly superior.
- So then you'll do a better job than me.
Out you go.
(scoffs)
I might see if he's got a toilet.
- [Woman] (scoffs) Hurry up.
- Hi.
(ominous music)
Do you mind if I, um?
Okay.
(ominous music)
(door bells ring)
- Number two, how much?
- I'm closin' now.
I'm closin' the shop.
Closing!
- [Woman] That should cover it.
(ominous music)
- You have the keys?
- Yeah.
- (laughs) Nice keyring.
- What, I think it's cute.
Shit, I left my wallet in there.
- Up that with Lurch?
Well that's unlucky.
Fine.
Go on me own, shall I?
(ominous music)
Right there on the counter.
- So mean.
(ominous music)
- You're shakin'.
- Yeah I know.
I'm the one shaking.
- You cold?
- No, I think I need a cigarette.
There any fags in here?
- [Man] What happened to yours?
- Smoked the last one, didn't I?
Bingo wings.
You want one?
- Later.
After we've had sex.
- (scoffs) You assume.
- I know.
- You think you know.
Fuck.
- [Man] What?
- What have you done with my lighter?
- Don't know what you mean.
- Come on, where is it?
- I guess you'll just
have to strip search me
when we get there.
(scoffs)
- Right, well that's that then, isn't it?
How long 'til we're there?
- Not long.
- Well how long's not long?
- Soon.
(ominous music)
It's just a motorbike.
- [Woman] Is it?
- What's the difference between
a motorcyclist and a cock?
None.
Both brainless pieces of
meat with helmets on top.
- I think he's following us.
- Who?
- That creep from the petrol station.
- You're being paranoid.
- Yeah, but that doesn't
mean I'm not right, does it?
(dramatic music)
- Trust me, it's not him.
(dramatic music)
- [Navigation] In 300 yards, turn left.
(dramatic music)
Turn left.
- [Man] See?
Told you it was nothing.
- [Navigation] You have
reached your destination.
- [Woman] Nice house.
- [Man] Lucky we got
it at the last minute.
- [Woman] Come on, hurry
up, I'm desperate to pee.
- [Man] Shit.
- What?
- Wrong key.
(sighs)
- Come on, hurry up!
- After you.
- Thank you.
- I'll get the bags then, shall I?
(ominous music)
Becca, wasn't there a torch in here?
(ominous music)
Honey, I'm home!
Shit.
Becca?
Becca?
(ominous music)
If you're waitin' to do that
jumpin' out on me thing,
then let's just get it over with.
- What're you doing?
- Nothing, I was just,
didn't get to do my honey I'm home thing.
- Aw.
You can do it now if you want.
- No, it won't be the same.
- Okay.
I'm just running a bath, it's a bit cold.
Can you be a man and put the fire on?
- [Man] Okay.
(water running)
(ominous music)
- Love is
never having to say you're sorry.
- (laughs) Yeah, you're
right, that one is stupid.
(laughs) Um.
Love is
putting up with your big hairy feet.
(laughs)
- Love is compromise.
- Mm, don't you mean sacrifice?
- Love is never having
to ask for a blowjob.
- Mm-hm.
Okay.
But then don't ask for one.
(moaning)
(soft music)
- Hey.
(soft ominous music)
(phone buzzing)
(phone buzzing)
Hello?
Alva?
No, wrong, wrong number.
- Guess who?
- Um.
Gillian Anderson.
And you've come to confess
your undying love for me.
- Scully?
- Yeah.
- [Becca] Really?
- It's the red hair.
- [Becca] Huh.
- More wine?
- We have more wine?
- Well the kitchen had more wine,
so now we have more wine.
- Oh.
Well then it would be rude not to.
Cheers.
- You hear that?
- What?
- Exactly.
Nothing that needs to be said.
We know each other inside and out.
- I think we might still have
a few surprises for each other.
I wish we could stay like this forever.
- Forever's a long time.
- I think that's kind of the point.
(laughs)
(slamming)
- It's just the door.
(Becca exhales heavily)
Must not have closed it properly.
(sombre music)
You okay?
- Sure.
- Well that means no.
(scoffs)
- When I was...
I don't know, I just,
just afraid that everything's
gonna catch up with us.
I mean, nothing stays
perfect forever, right?
- Hey.
You made the right call.
We needed to get away.
Just hit the road.
See where it takes us.
Dance?
- Okay.
♪ No, no, they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ The way your smile just beams ♪
♪ The way you sing off-key ♪
♪ The way you haunt my dreams ♪
♪ No, no, they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ We may never, never meet again ♪
♪ On the bumpy road ♪
♪ To love ♪
(dramatic chord)
♪ Still I'll always, always ♪
♪ Keep the memory of ♪
♪ The way you hold your knife ♪
♪ The way we dance 'til three ♪
♪ The way you've changed my life ♪
(ominous music)
(sighs)
(toilet flushes)
(ominous music)
(moves into loud thudding music)
- Michael?
Michael?
- [Michael] Yeah?
- Have you seen my shoes?
- [Michael] Checked your feet?
- (scoffs) They're gone.
- [Michael] What, your feet?
- [Becca] Come on.
Only just got those shoes.
- They'll be around.
We'll find them tomorrow.
- [Becca] I think we should find them now.
- Why, you going somewhere?
- [Becca] No.
I just think we should find them now.
- We'll find 'em tomorrow, I promise.
Let's just get to bed for now.
- [Becca] Okay.
(moaning)
(Becca gasps and laughs)
- [Michael] Get on your knees.
- What?
- Get on your knees.
(laughs)
Stay there.
My turn.
(screams)
Huh?
(yells and laughs)
Hands behind your back.
(laughs)
- Why?
- Put your hands behind your back.
(laughing)
(groans)
(muffled speaking)
- Whoa, what was that?
- I don't hear anything.
(muffled speaking)
It's just the TV.
- Well yeah, who's gonna be
turning the TV on, clever dick?
- Well forget about the
TV, and I'll show you
how clever it can be.
- No.
(muffled speaking)
- I'll gonna check it out then, shall I?
- What, so you're just
gonna leave me like this?
- Be a second.
The remote just broke--
(thuds)
- Michael?
- [Woman] Thank you very much.
Michael!
(groaning)
Fuck!
Michael!
Michael!
(dramatic music)
Fuck!
Michael!
(door slams)
(stairs creaking)
Michael.
Michael, wake up right now.
Michael, there's someone in the house.
(stairs creak)
(groans)
Michael.
Michael, wake up, now!
(panting)
Michael!
- [Michael] What the fuck?
- Untie me!
- I'm bleeding.
- Untie me now, bleed later!
Come on, untie me.
There's someone in the house.
- What are you talking about?
- I heard them coming up the stairs.
- It's just the telly.
How about a bit of sympathy for my head?
- No, how about you take me seriously?
I wanna get out of here, now!
- And go where, Becca?
- [Becca] Anywhere!
Anywhere but here.
- Well just listen to yourself.
Now you got all stressed,
and you're just gettin' a bit paranoid.
- No, don't patronise me, Michael.
- Fine.
I'm gonna check it out.
- [Becca] Wait, on your own?
- You just said you
thought someone was here.
- I know, I know, yeah, I did!
- So I'm gonna go and have a look.
- [Becca] Wait, wait, no, wait!
- It's fine.
Be right back.
- [Woman] It's like a picture
out of a history book.
I feel as though I were
in the 17th century.
(groans)
- Michael?
- [Michael] Stubbed my toe.
- Oh!
Idiot!
- [Woman] What a shame they
let it get so run down.
Straight on?
- [Man] Yes, all the road around it.
- There's no one here.
Told you, the remote must've just fell.
(ominous music)
- [Becca] I'm sure I
heard someone, though.
- No it's uh,
it's just the telly.
(ominous music)
(engine whirs)
- Michael?
Michael, what are you doing?
- [Michael] Nothin'.
- What's going on?
What's taking so long?
- [Michael] Nothing,
let's just get to bed.
- I know when you're lying.
- I'm not lying.
Everything's fine, honestly.
- Whatever.
You're lucky I'm scared.
Otherwise you were sleeping
on your own tonight.
- Let's just get some sleep, okay?
(ominous music)
(urine streaming)
(ominous music)
- (moans) No, I'm still annoyed with you.
(water dripping)
(sighs) You've left a tap running.
(scoffs) I'll do it then.
(ominous music)
(gasps) Michael!
Michael!
Michael!
No!
No!
Michael!
(yelling)
(sobbing)
(ominous music)
(sobbing and panting)
(gasping)
(panting)
(ominous music)
(screams)
Who the fuck are you?
(ominous music)
- Guess who?
(screams)
- Oh! (laughs)
(yells in foreign language)
(ominous music)
- Hello?
- Hi!
- Hi!
- [Becca] Thanks so much for stopping!
- That's not a problem.
- [Michael] Hi, um, do you
mind if I sit in the front?
It's just I get carsick.
- Yeah, that's fine.
Um, he doesn't speak English.
- Oh, sorry!
(speaking in foreign language)
- Thank you.
I'll just get rid of these.
Thank you.
- [Driver] Yeah, sure!
- Thank you so much for picking us up.
You have no idea the
difference you've made.
- Aw, I'm happy to help.
- It's a big, big help.
- You might've seen our car a while back.
- Yeah, we did see a car.
(speaking in foreign language)
Did you break down?
- It proved unreliable.
- A rental?
- I borrowed.
- So, what are your names?
I'm Alva.
- Alva?
That's pretty.
- Brit's always have such boring names.
- I'm sure your names aren't dull.
If we all know each other,
we can be friends, right?
- Simple as that, is it?
- Yeah, of course.
- Know the name, know the person.
- Well you can tell a
lot from a person's name.
Do you know what Alva means?
- Beautiful.
- It means elf.
- Ha, it's fitting.
(laughs)
- Michael, stop teasing.
- Oh, Michael.
That is a nice name.
It's not boring.
- So what does Michael mean?
- I have no idea.
(laughs)
- I'm Becca.
- So now you think you know us?
- Yeah.
- And now we're all friends.
- This is Freyr.
- Oh.
- So what's your story?
- My story?
- Yeah.
You and Freyr here.
Since we're all sharing.
- Oh, well, I spend half my time here
and half my time in a
small village in Sweden.
That's why I speak the language somewhat,
but I butcher the accent.
Uh, Freyr and I met at school in Sweden.
- Oh.
School sweethearts?
- Yeah, you could say that.
- She did say that.
- [Becca] I think it's a sweet story.
- We were each other's first kiss.
- How romantic.
- So are you from near here?
- No.
- Oh, are you on holiday?
- Uh, more of a getaway.
- Oh.
Well you know all about us two.
What about you?
- What do you wanna know?
- Anything, doesn't matter.
- Well if it doesn't matter,
then why do you wanna know?
So, Freyr.
How you guys going, then?
- He doesn't speak English.
- Oh, just checkin'.
So where are you guys going?
- Home.
Where do you two want dropping off?
- We'll let you know.
- Do you have a place to stay?
- We'll find somewhere.
- There's nowhere around here.
- Ah, we'll find somewhere.
- Are you guys lost or something?
- Something.
- Yeah, I mean do you know where you are?
- We're with you.
- Okay, well, just let me know
where you want me to drop you off, yeah?
(singing in foreign language)
(ominous music)
Yeah, just let me know where
you want me to drop you off.
- Nice car.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
(ominous music)
(navigation speaking in foreign language)
What did that say?
- We're almost home.
- Oh, well, you'll be wanting
to get rid of us, then.
(laughs)
- What's it like living out here?
No one around to disturb you?
- Yeah, they don't.
- Alva, do you love Freyr?
- Yeah, why do you ask?
- And
does he love you?
- I, I think I'm just gonna
drop you both here if that's okay.
- You stop this car and I'll put your head
through the windscreen.
See how much he loves you with holes
where your eyes used to be.
Really doesn't speak English, does he?
- No.
- Wait, you can't answer me?
- No, no, he doesn't speak English.
- Great.
Great, well then we can just
keep pretending like
everything all well and good.
You know, like friends.
Alva, but do you trust us?
- You can be honest.
- No, I, I don't trust you.
- So you can trust us
not to be trustworthy.
- And if you don't know
what we're likely to do,
then you're likely to do what we say.
(ominous music)
(speaking in foreign language)
- What'd he say?
- Um, he asked if I'm okay.
- I thought you said he
didn't understand English.
- Well he's Swedish, he's not stupid,
he knows when something's not right.
- [Michael] So make it right.
(speaking in foreign language)
- What did you tell him?
- I just said that you're mad
at each other for getting lost.
- That was good.
- What do you want from us?
- We don't want anything from you,
we just want your car.
But then
what do you suggest we do with you?
- Well just, just take
the car and leave us here.
(scoffs)
- We're English, not stupid.
Just keep driving for now.
(ominous music)
Pull in here.
Turn the engine off,
and take the keys out of the ignition.
Go look at me
and smile.
Thank you for the lift.
You ready, baby?
- Yeah.
(yelling)
- Please, please!
- [Freyr] Alva!
Please, please just take the car,
please just take the car!
Why are you doing this to us?
- There's no reason.
It's just fun, innit?
(thudding)
- No, please!
(ominous music)
- No you don't!
- That's great work, baby.
Hey?
(ominous music)
(sobbing)
- I never really liked blond guys.
Alva tuh,
Alva tuh, I'm not even
gonna bother saying that,
but she was 27.
I thought she was 12.
Oh my god!
They were only one stamp
off a whole chicken.
(laughs)
Shame.
I think they look better on me, anyway.
What do you think?
- Very nice.
- You're not even looking!
- Well give us a twirl, then.
Yeah.
Very you.
You ready?
- We have to go right now?
Come on, it's a nice night.
Let's stay for a bit.
Do you remember when you got me this?
- I forget.
- She was my first.
And you said,
"Beautiful things belong together."
- I said that?
- (laughs) Yeah.
And then you cut it off her neck
and you gave it to me.
- Well don't say I
never give you anything.
(laughs)
(sighs)
Oh, I'm starving!
I wonder if they've got any food in.
(ominous music)
(breathing heavily)
- (sighs) Can you watch, please?
- It's not my thing.
- I don't mean that!
Keep a look out!
Scary out here.
- There's no one around.
- We're around!
(dramatic music)
We set?
- Once I set this thing to English
and find out where
we're going, we are set.
- [Navigation] In 400 feet,
- There we go.
- continue straight.
(breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
(tyres screech)
- Fuck, Michael!
What was that?
- [Michael] If only I had my copy
of 101 Manly Things to Know.
- What do you think happened?
- I don't know.
Sometimes tyres just blow.
(dramatic music)
♪ We call these ♪
♪ Lies to believe ♪
- What is this?
(ominous music)
- [News Anchor] Now
the search for the pair
may well constitute the biggest
manhunt in recent years.
British law enforcement agencies
are working together across the country
to bring Michael Duncan and
Rebecca Wallace to justice.
Duncan was last seen wearing a grey hoodie
and tan leather jacket,
holding a black bag.
Any member of the public sights the pair,
it's advised to contact
the police immediately.
Suspects are considered very high risk,
and pose an extreme and immediate threat
to the general public.
Now for the weather, the morning looks set
to be cloudy with scattered showers
to the south and east of the region,
brightening up towards the
latter part of the day.
If you're heading to
the festival of lights--
(ominous music)
- How you doing?
Do you mind if I just?
Okay.
(ominous music)
(clattering)
- Number two, how much?
Number two?
- We're closing now.
I'm closing the shop.
- [Rebecca] That should cover it.
(ominous music)
- Shit, I left my wallet in there!
- Up that with Lurch?
Well that's unlucky.
(door bell rings)
(ominous music)
(breathing heavily)
(dramatic music)
- [Alva] No!
(dramatic music)
- I'll get the bags then, shall I?
Becca, wasn't there a torch in here?
Honey, I'm home!
Shit.
(ominous music)
Becca?
- What're you doing?
- Nothing, just,
didn't get to do my honey I'm home thing.
(ominous music)
(groans)
(sombre music)
(sobs)
(phone buzzing)
- Hello?
Alva?
No.
It's the wrong number.
- [Rebecca] I wish we could
stay like this forever.
- [Michael] Well forever's a long time.
- [Rebecca] I think
that's kind of the point.
(door slams)
- [Michael] It's just the door.
(breathes heavily)
(sighs)
- [Rebecca] Have you seen my shoes?
- [Michael] Checked your feet?
(scoffs)
- They're gone.
- [Michael] What, your feet?
- [Rebecca] Come on.
Only just got those shoes.
- They'll be around.
We'll find them tomorrow.
- [Rebecca] I think we
should find them now.
- Why, you going somewhere?
- [Rebecca] No.
I just think we should find them now.
- We'll find them tomorrow, I promise.
Let's just get to bed for now.
- [Rebecca] Okay.
(ominous music)
(Rebecca yelling and laughing)
(ominous music)
(urine streaming)
(shushing)
(breathing heavily)
(Rebecca screaming)
- Michael!
(yelling)
(sobbing)
(gasping)
(screaming)
Who the fuck are you?
(ominous music)
- [Alva] Guess who?
(screams)
(grunting)
(thudding)
(panting)
(yells)
- [Rebecca] Come here!
(screaming)
(yelling and sobbing)
(sombre music)
("They Can't Take That Away
From Me" by Billie Holiday)
♪ The way you wear your hat ♪
♪ The way you sip your tea ♪
♪ The memory of all that ♪
♪ No, no they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ The way your smile just beams ♪
♪ The way you sing off-key ♪
♪ The way you haunt my dreams ♪
♪ No, no they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ We may never, never meet again ♪
♪ On the bumpy road to love ♪
♪ Still I'll always, always ♪
♪ Keep the memory of ♪
♪ The way you hold your knife ♪
♪ The way we dance 'til three ♪
♪ The way you changed my life ♪
♪ No, no they can't
take that away from me ♪
♪ No they can't take that away from me ♪
♪ We may never, never meet again ♪
♪ On that bumpy road to love ♪