Hosts (2020) - full transcript
A family fall victim to a series of violent murders when they invite their neighbours over for Xmas dinner.
Jacko!
What is all this about?
Don't even go there, mate.
It's almost become
like a tradition now.
It's the old festive Christmas
Eve hunt, isn't it?
Well, yeah, you've certainly
gone all out this year.
You've even got the beard
and everything!
Oh, don't worry about that.
That'll be gone
by dinner time.
- Why?
- Cassie hates it.
She's got a point, mate.
Not you and all.
I like it!
I see you've had a bit of luck
this year, though?
These are beauties, mate.
Look at them.
I caught the little bastards
right off-guard!
You caught them off-guard?
It's hard to imagine you
catching anything off-guard!
Don't worry, though.
There'll be plenty for you
and Lucy.
7:30 alright
for the pair of you, still?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we'll be there.
Means I can dump my share
of Cassie's God-awful stuffing
right on your plate.
So what's in yours then,
snoopy?
- Now, this.
- Yeah?
This is a surprise.
Fair enough.
Well, I better get dinner
plucked, stuffed
- and ready for later.
- Mm-hmm.
- Catch you later.
- See you later.
Hey!
Don't forget to leave plenty
of room on your plate.
Will do!
Babes!
The one and only.
Oh, it's Christmas!
Almost.
I missed you.
I missed you, too,
you crazy Christmas puppy.
Work sucked.
I know.
Yeah, and you?
- Yeah!
- Yeah?
- Not sick of the little brats then yet?
- Never!
- I love the idea of seeing them grow into little people.
- Aww.
Even more so,
over time
I get to share my wisdom
with them.
You're adorable.
But I give it to
the end of January
and you'll be back down
the job center.
So, why are you still
wearing your hat?
- Yeah, about that...
- Yeah?
Remember when you
said ages ago
that you wanted to see
what I looked like
- with blonde hair, hmm?
- Yeah.
And I said I wouldn't do it
because it was stupid.
Yeah.
Well, I thought I'd
surprise you for Christmas.
But it's gone wrong!
Alright, yeah yeah yeah,
that's enough.
- Laugh at Jack.
- No, no, no, it's not,
it's not that bad.
- You can be...
- Really?
...my little silver freak.
We'll go with silver fox,
hmm?
My silver fox.
You make me really happy.
Ok.
What are you after?
Ooh... Presents!
No, no, no!
Right.
Uh...
How am I supposed to know
which one mines is?
Is, is, is, is?
You haven't written any
names on it, you donut.
These are for
the Hendersons.
Oh, you little spoiled brat!
You got the Hendersons
presents?
Yes, I got the Hendersons
presents!
Well, why wouldn't I?
Because I got the Hendersons
presents.
What?
Where?
Out in the hallway
in the bag
that I asked you for
last night
when I said "Can I have a bag
to put the presents in?"
You never said
who they were for.
Well, it's not like
I'm gonna get my old man
a present, is it?
"Bag in the hallway
that you gave me last night."
Show me then,
big spender.
Alright.
Sit, puppy.
Right, close your eyes.
Really?
Where's the romance gone,
Lucy?
Fair enough.
Do I have to unwrap it with
my eyes closed, too, yeah?
- It's up to you.
- Cool. Ok, ok.
Ooh. Ooh.
It's quite solid.
Oh, a book maybe?
- Ok.
- Maybe.
"To the best primary school
teacher in the world.
"You've come so far
and I'm so proud
"of everything you've achieved.
"The kids are gonna love you.
"Merry Christmas, all my love,
Jack."
That's you.
You're amazing.
I really wasn't expecting this.
I mean it.
I'm proud of you.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Do we really
have to go over?
No, but Michael's always
been so welcoming.
It would be rude not to go,
you know that.
Well, seeing as
we're doing this.
Ooh.
For you!
Yeah, go on!
Yeah!
No note?
Well, I didn't realize
you were gonna do all this!
I'm guessing
you want me to wear
this monstrosity tonight,
yeah?
Yes!
Happy?
What?
Jack, there's something
in the garden.
What does it look like?
Like two little torches.
Just moving.
Little torches?
What, like borrower torches?
No, Jack, I'm serious.
Yeah, I know,
but you're not making
any sense.
- Look, I saw these two little lights.
- Whereabouts?
The bottom.
There. Like, bottom right.
Bottom right?
- Lucy. Bottom right?
- Yeah. Like, just there,
like two feet
from the bottom.
Like, the bottom right.
- Right, well, I'm going outside.
- No, no, no!
Look, I'll be back
in a minute, yeah?
Be careful.
There's nothing there,
babe.
The coast is clear.
Luce?
Lucy!
Luce?
Luce?
Oh, my God, no!
Lucy, calm down!
Lucy! Lucy!
Lucy, calm down!
Lucy!
Oh, babe! Lucy!
Michael?
Yes, love?
Dinner's ready
in half an hour.
Ok, love.
You alright?
Yeah.
Is she...
Is she there?
- What?
- Your mum. Is she there?
Yeah, why?
You're a funny guy.
What you reading anyway,
Dad?
Anything that makes me
look busy.
Got it down to a tee,
I see?
You'll learn from the best.
Oh, yeah?
Who's that, then?
...Seen as a disappointment.
Traditional Christmas seems to
be becoming a thing of the past,
as more and more are abandoning
outdated nativity scenes
in favor of a more pagan-like
celebration,
commemorating
the winter solstice.
This is the time of year where
the sun draws closest to us,
- and many take this as an opportunity
- Michael?
to acknowledge the light...
Well, go on then, old man!
Eric, go and get your brother
and sister, will you?
So lazy!
Concerns about
the decreasing numbers
- within the British population.
- Love you, son.
Love you, Dad!
He encourages families
to remember the core values
of honesty and unity
at this festive time.
In other news, many fear
that we are set for disaster
if the fracking continues.
Increased yet unconfirmed
reports have been coming in
this evening of what many are
calling electrical anomalies,
some even going as far
as calling them
"supernatural events."
At this point
we aren't exactly...
Jesus!
I know what you were doing,
you fool.
What's that supposed to mean?
You're hiding away in here
and you're not helping me
in the kitchen.
I'm sorry, Cass.
I've just had a lot
on my mind lately.
I'm not sure I can do this.
I don't think I can tell him.
Look, Michael,
we've talked about this.
I've got nothing else
to say on the matter.
Now, will you please help me
make dinner for your family?
I'm sorry.
Come on, then.
Let's go.
Get up,
you big fat lump!
- You come here, old man!
- Oh, my sore knee.
I know who needs one.
- I'm gonna have one of your spuds.
- Don't you dare!
- I'm gonna have two of your spuds!
- No, you don't!
I'm gonna nick one
of your spuds!
It's your go.
It's your go.
- Lauren?
- Just do it.
But it's your go.
Oh Ben, leave me alone
for one minute, would you?
Sorry.
Hello?
Hey, can you talk?
Yeah.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Sorry I couldn't come.
That's ok.
We've got Boxing Day.
Yeah.
How was dinner?
Haven't had it yet.
Oh, right.
Listen.
I'm really sorry I've been
a bit over the top
recently with everything.
I just feel like
time's running out.
What I'm trying to say is
that you make me happy.
I see how close you and your
family have gotten this year
and I kinda just
want that with you.
Babe?
Lauren, you there?
You're so cute.
I'm just confused
about it all.
I don't know
if I even want this.
I feel a bit suffocated
with everything.
Like what?
I just like things
the way they are.
Don't you?
Of course I do, but...
You know what?
I'm sorry.
You're right.
Look, you go
and enjoy your evening.
I'll say no more on this.
The ball's in your court
and we'll leave it at that.
I can wait until you're ready.
I ain't going anywhere, ok?
Thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow, ok?
See you tomorrow.
Bye.
Bye.
Confused about what,
Lauren?
Nothing.
- It's your go.
- Guys!
You're such a moron.
Come and play, Eric!
Yeah, Eric, come and play.
Nah, food's almost ready.
Ok, moron.
Oi you, come here!
Did you build your swing?
No.
I got the rope over
but the branch is too high.
I need you to help me tie it.
Eric, put him down.
Maybe I'll help you
with it tomorrow.
Always a pleasure
coming home for Christmas!
Hey.
How d'ya feel, Cassie?
Yeah, fine.
Great.
Well, that's a meal and a movie
next week then
if I can get a sitter?
Yeah, well, take me
to the theatre
- and I'm all yours!
- Done.
I'll see if I can call
Nancy on Friday.
When's dinner, Mum?
Ben's starving!
Put him down, love.
Blame dad, he did that
to me all the time.
Difference is,
you used to cry.
Yeah, well, that's why
we don't do it any more,
right, Michael?
I used to hold you up
by your feet, actually.
Hence the crying.
I'm sitting next to mum!
Go on,
I'll deal with you later.
Oh Michael,
I forgot to do the onions.
Not the onions!
Oh, God, no!
Chill out,
enjoy your drink.
Jesus!
Right on time, come in!
We're through here, Luce.
How's it going?
Oh, Lucy,
how lovely to see you!
How are you?
How are you?
I'm good.
Yeah, I'm great, actually!
Oh, Lucy, would you mind
helping me with this?
I completely forgot to put them
in with the pheasants.
You're gonna love this,
mate.
Hey?
Now, what you're looking at
is a broken-down old relic.
But I look at this
and I see my old dad.
Well, that's all I've got left
to remember him by.
My inheritance.
Do you know, every Friday
I'd come home from school,
and me and my dad would sit
in front of this thing
and we'd watch our
favorite shows
right up to the early hours.
Loved spending time together,
we did.
Do you know I can't
even remember
what half the shows
were about?
It's just that we enjoyed
each other's company.
They're the times
I remember the best.
The old man lost
most of his money
when the coal mines closed.
They had to sell everything
to make ends meet,
apart from this.
I want to leave this
to my boy.
I ain't gonna be around
forever, am I?
I just hope that it means as
much to him as it does to me.
You're right.
It's broken.
But I'm gonna fix it.
I want to fix it.
There's no inheritance
for us.
We'll take what we can get.
Oh, Jack.
I'm so sorry.
Ignore me,
I'm not thinking straight.
Hey. Lucy.
Jack, I know you wanted
to see this earlier.
Now there's a toy
with purpose.
You like?
She's a bloody beauty,
isn't she, son?
Excuse my language, Lucy.
Do you know what?
If those new safety windows
don't keep intruders out,
- this thing definitely will.
- Michael?
Oh.
Food.
Go on through, guys,
the kids are in the living room.
Are they ok?
Yeah, I think so.
It's just awkward,
isn't it?
I mean,
Christmas should be spent
with your family,
shouldn't it?
- Poor boy.
- I know.
I don't think I could
have shaken it off
if I'd have been
in his shoes.
Yeah.
Let's just try to make them
feel as welcome as possible.
That's all we can do,
isn't it?
Of course.
I give it five years.
Dad's got a full
head of hair.
Almost.
Lauren, don't scare him.
Doesn't matter,
it skips a gen.
Look, you're receding already.
Get off!
Lauren!
Anyway,
I'm not scared, old man.
- Lauren's wrong, though.
- We'll see.
Children.
Will I go bald, Mum?
Oh, kids, please!
Lauren, how's Matt?
Fine.
What dad meant was,
how are you doing
as an intimate couple?
None of your business,
loner.
Date nights,
intimacy, pregnancy.
Eric, shut up!
Eric, don't pea
on your sister!
- My little baby girl?
- Mum!
- You're not actually pregnant, are you?
- No!
Could be.
Eric, stop teasing
your sister.
So why didn't he
want to come tonight?
Why would he?
He proposed, Mum!
Did he really?
- No?
- Such a dick.
Right.
I'm fine.
Matt's fine.
We're not pregnant,
nor are we engaged.
Aw, disappointing.
Says the single, friendless,
twenty-nine year old mong.
- Love you.
- Yuck.
My kids!
Dad, I'm sorry
but he's with
his parents tonight.
Well, that's a shame.
Dad loves his guests.
The more the merrier.
But you two are happy,
yes, love?
Yeah.
Yeah.
And if you must know
we have been talking
about the idea of marriage.
- Oh, Lauren!
- No, no, no, Mum.
No, stop! Stop it!
Another excuse
to use the shotgun.
- Oh, Michael Henderson!
- Merry Christmas, sis.
A bit harsh, Dad!
Alright, we're only playing.
Yeah, but why is it always
at my expense?
I'm sorry.
In all seriousness, Lauren,
no, we're thrilled for you.
We really are.
We're so proud,
and I want you to know that
we love Matt. We do.
We wanted both of you
to know that.
Yeah, we love Matt.
We've just talked about
the idea of it.
We're not there yet, ok?
You take as long as you need,
love, alright?
We just want our little girl
to be happy.
She's so happy.
No, I'm with your mum
on this one.
As long as you're happy.
Thanks, Dad.
And if the time comes,
you know we're right
behind you.
You'll have our backing,
financially, as well.
Ok, thank you both.
But can we stop talking about
my private life, please?
Aw.
Sorry.
Lucy, how's the food?
So, can I have your attention
for a moment, please?
I've got an announcement
to make.
You have?
Can you even
still have babies?
Babies on the mind?
I assure you,
it all still works down there.
Dad, that's gross.
Divorce?
I'll divorce you in a minute,
you little smart-ass.
Just pipe down,
alright, guys?
Stop!
Oh, you're disgusting.
Sorry, Mum.
Go on.
So you all know
that it's been seven months
since I was diagnosed
with a very low chance
of survival.
Mum?
Honey, can't we talk
about this tomorrow?
Please.
We haven't been together
in so long
and I need to get this
off my chest.
So, the doctors,
God bless them,
they did say
right at the beginning
that the success rates
for chemo were very low.
They offered me
so much support,
and they were very thorough
with the information
they gave me.
The options I had,
and my life expectancy
with or without the chemo.
It's no surprise
that I chose the chemo
because they told me I'd last
about eight weeks without it,
- and it's been...
- Seven months.
You look amazing, Mum.
Let your mother speak, son.
Eric, it's ok.
So, chemo is rarely the answer.
It just prolongs life,
and sometimes that's not
necessarily the right answer.
It just puts the disease
on hold.
I love you all more than
anything in this world.
So, you think the doctors
were good?
Well, that's nothing compared
to the unconditional love
that you've all given me.
The painful sleepless nights,
Michael.
The daily phone calls.
The lovely visits
and so much more.
I love you all to the moon
and back.
So, last month I decided
that it would be smart
to write a will,
and I did.
But then a couple of days ago
the doctors advised me
that it was now pointless.
Honey, come on,
what kind of doctor
would tell you that?
Who was he?
They all sat me down
and they said that their
decision was unanimous.
Why?
Because I'm officially
in remission.
What?
Mum? Serious?
Serious!
It's gone?
Well, I mean, there's a slim
chance of it coming back,
of course, but in all
practical senses, yes!
Mum, that's amazing.
- I love you, Mum.
- I love you.
You alright, Dad?
Of course I am,
you daft sod.
Why didn't you tell us
when you found out?
Because she wanted to
torture you, crybaby.
- You're horrible.
- You deserved that one.
What's remission?
Hey, it means that your
mother's not ill anymore.
- You happy, bro?
- Yes!
Perfect timing, Cass.
I thought it would be a good
Christmas present.
Dad, shall we go back
to talking about
Lauren's love life again?
- You dare.
- I love you all.
Alright, hold on a minute.
Pipe down, you lot,
just for a moment.
I think this calls
for a toast.
- Go on, Dad.
- Hear, hear!
To the most beautiful,
amazing, incredible wife.
And mum.
Yep,
and to the most incredible mum
to our beautiful children.
I give you Cassie Henderson!
To Mum!
Oh, my God, Lucy!
Stop it! Stop it!
No!
Sit down!
Very well.
Eat.
We're all just products
of our own environments.
Betrayals, neglect.
The things we've done,
the things done to us.
The burden of our elders'
insecurities forcefully
dressing us
in life long misery jackets,
paying the price for
other people's mistakes.
But when you think about it,
Lauren,
you are merely just a sponge
soaking up all
the self centered action
of those who supposedly
love you so selflessly.
Don't you want
to be set free?
Move!
I don't care
what you do to me,
but please just leave
my kids alone.
Come clean, Michael.
Get some rest.
Dad!
Lucy, stop!
Don't hurt him!
Nobody's getting hurt, hmm?
It's getting late.
People are tired.
I'm tired.
Let's all just calm down,
shall we?
There's no need to get
worked up over nothing.
What?
What?
Please stop this.
I'll do anything.
Just let us go,
I'm begging you.
We never done
anything to you.
Lucy, please, no!
Please!
No!
Why'd you do that
to my mum?!
She was already dead.
Lie down.
Oh, please, God.
Please.
Please, Jack.
Years ago,
a father and his family
lived happily in a big,
bright house,
and one day
the father decided
to invite some guests
inside.
The guests willingly obliged.
The father took them
under his wing,
but this was short lived,
though.
Little did the guests know
that eventually the father
would deem them unwanted,
and so when the time came,
the father took for himself
what was rightfully theirs,
and unfairly banished them,
leaving them to rot.
So the guests waited
and waited
and waited and waited,
until one night
they found their way
back into the garden.
But they had disguised
themselves.
Do you see?
Do you see?!
The father,
not knowing he had been tricked,
welcomed them back
into his home,
right under his
pretentious little nose.
Do you know how
this story ends, Ben?
They destroy
everything he loves.
Who are you?
Demons come
as angels of light.
Don't do that.
- Come on.
- Hello?
Matt.
I need you to get help
and come here.
There's people in the house.
Lauren, you're scaring me.
My parents' friends came over
for dinner tonight.
Yeah?
We were having dinner
and...
they killed mum.
What?
They killed her.
She murdered her
right in front of us.
Lauren,
what the hell is this?
You're not making any sense.
They didn't stop hitting.
She had a hammer and she just
kept thumping mum's head...
Lauren?
...until there was
nothing left.
My mum is dead.
Lauren, who did this?
My mum is dead.
Lauren!
The neighbors.
The neighbors?
What neighbors?
Jack and Lucy.
Jack and Lucy?
Why?
I don't know.
Mum never did
anything wrong.
Why would they do this?
Lauren,
just get out of the house.
I can't.
Babe, whereabouts
are you right now?
In my room,
on my bed.
Just get out now.
I can't.
What do you mean you can't?
Just run!
They're still in the house,
they've got Ben.
Babe, call the police.
I can't.
They've got Ben now,
I need to go get him.
No. You, you need
to call the police.
I need to go and get Ben.
Lauren,
don't make a sound.
Just hide.
Stay as quiet as possible.
Matt, I need you to come
in here and help me.
No, no, no, no.
Listen to me,
you need to stay still.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Just stay quiet.
We've been watching you
for a long time.
Matt?
But I think you should
go to sleep now...
Lauren.
Lauren.
Eric?
Lauren.
Eric?
Oh shit...
Well, well, well.
When I'm finished here,
you're going to have to make
a choice, Lauren.
They say that when you die,
the ones that are affected
are the ones
that you leave behind.
So it all boils down to
whether you want to put him
out of his misery.
He won't know any better.
Or don't.
Save yourself
the lifelong guilt.
But one thing I will say,
if you don't,
the consequences for him
will be far more severe.
But why?
I just want to get
to know you.
I just want
to get to know you.
You've so graciously
invited us over
and you've been such
wonderful hosts.
I think we're all set.
Please.
Please.
Please, I'm sorry.
Eric. Eric!
He's waking up.
Lucy, please.
Please.
He's my brother.
You'd better do it quickly.
Please.
Please, Lucy.
Do it.
Lauren?
What are you doing?
I'm so sorry.
Lauren, no.
They're gonna kill us.
You're my sister.
If I don't do this,
we'll both regret it.
They're gonna do worse
things to you,
and once they're done,
they'll do the same to me.
I don't care.
Please don't do this.
I can't have
my sister kill me.
I won't have
my sister kill me.
You will.
You will care.
Just put it down.
I can't.
Look what they did to mum.
I can't watch them do
something worse to you.
Mum's dead.
I'm not.
I'm sorry.
They won't let me go,
they won't let us go!
It's just you and me.
There's nobody here.
You've got a choice.
You don't understand.
They're watching us.
They've been watching us
this whole time.
If I don't do this,
God knows
what they're gonna do next.
They've gotten into
your head.
Please don't do this.
I always looked up to you
when we were kids.
- Don't.
- I still do.
You have a funny way
of showing it.
Listen, you need help.
Please put down the gun,
Lauren.
I'd always run
into your room
when mum and dad
used to fight,
and every time,
you'd cheer me up.
Stop.
You still cheer me up.
I love you.
Do you?
You're about to kill me.
You don't understand.
No, you don't understand
what I'm trying to say.
Please don't kill me.
I have no choice.
We always have a choice.
This is for the best.
No, no.
Lauren please, no.
Lauren.
- I'm sorry.
- Lauren!
They gave me no choice.
You had a choice.
I'm so sorry.
Fuck you!
I've been there for you
your entire life!
You and Ben.
For all your
self-indulgent bullshit,
even when you were wrong,
I was always there!
I'm so sorry.
I can't.
I'll never forgive you.
I had no choice.
I had no choice.
I forgive you.
Stop!
What have I done?
I didn't do anything!
Leave him alone!
I'm so sorry, Eric.
I'm so sorry, Eric.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so...
Leave my kids alone,
you fucking animals!
Leave them alone!
Please!
Dad!
Open this door.
Open this fucking door!
Please, please, open this.
Dad.
Dad.
This is all my fault, son.
Jack is my son,
and I never told him,
and I bought this
on all of us.
What do you mean,
he's your son?
It was a long time ago,
before I met your mother.
I was a coward.
I panicked and I left them.
I left them.
And then I met your mother.
She made me a stronger man.
And I tried to go back,
I tried to fix it.
But I didn't know
how to tell him
or you
and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Lauren!
Eric!
Lauren!
Eric!
Eric!
No! No! No!
- Lauren!
- No!
Open this door!
Open this fucking door!
Open this door!
Leave him alone!
Eric, I'm so sorry.
Eric?
Lauren?
Son?
What did they do to you?
They took my eyes.
They what?
Jesus Christ!
We've got
to get out of here!
We've got to get out!
Where's your brother?
Where's your sister?
The garage.
Ok. Come on.
Be quiet.
I've got to get you
to a hospital.
I'm not gonna let anything
else happen to you.
No, you won't.
Are you alright?
Yes, Michael.
We're exactly
where we need to be.
Dad?
You're not my son.
You're not my...
You're not my son.
Get off!
You're not my son.
You're not my son.
Dad.
Dad.
Dad, don't!
Dad!
You're not my son!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Stop!
No, Lauren!
Lauren!
No, no.
Lauren, no!
Ben?
Ben?
Ben?
Ben?
Ben!
Go to Hell!
I'm sorry, son.
I'm sorry.
Lauren!
Ben?
I'm going to take care
of you from now on.
I promise...
Oh, my God.
♪ Here I'm laying,
won't get up ♪
♪ I don't feel myself ♪
♪ If you don't believe me,
believe me when I say ♪
♪ That I've got to make you
go away ♪
♪ I know you want,
know you want ♪
♪ Know you got this ♪
♪ I know you want me,
that you got me ♪
♪ I know you won,
know you won ♪
♪ Know you got this ♪
♪ I know you need it
that you want it though ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm living a lie,
living a lie ♪
♪ Cause I know
something about ya ♪
♪ Yeah, I know you need it
that you want it so ♪
♪ I'm living a lie,
I'm living a lie ♪
♪ I'm living a lie,
I'm living a lie ♪
♪ I'm living a lie,
I'm living a lie ♪
♪ I'm living a lie,
I'm not living... ♪
♪ Let go where the
rhythms got your life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm,
Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪♪
♪ If you don't relieve me,
believe me when I say ♪
♪ I've gotta make you
go away ♪
♪ I know you won,
know you won ♪
♪ That you got this ♪
♪ I know you need it
that you want it though ♪
♪ I know you won,
know you won ♪
♪ That you got this ♪
♪ I know you need it
that you want it so ♪
♪ I'm living the lie,
living the lie ♪
♪ Cause I know
something about ya ♪
♪ And I know you need it
that you want it so ♪
♪ I'm living the lie,
living the lie ♪
♪ I'm living the lie,
living the lie ♪
♪ I'm living the lie,
living the lie ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let...
Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪♪
♪ I believe in the lie
Believe in the lie ♪
♪ I believe in the lie
Believe in the lie ♪
♪ I believe in the lie
Believe in the lie ♪
♪ I know you need it ♪
♪ I know you need it ♪
♪ I know you need it ♪
♪ Here I'm laying
won't get up ♪
♪ I don't feel myself ♪
♪ If you don't believe me,
believe me when I say this ♪
♪ I got to make you go away ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm
Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm
Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let...
Let go with the rhythm ♪
What is all this about?
Don't even go there, mate.
It's almost become
like a tradition now.
It's the old festive Christmas
Eve hunt, isn't it?
Well, yeah, you've certainly
gone all out this year.
You've even got the beard
and everything!
Oh, don't worry about that.
That'll be gone
by dinner time.
- Why?
- Cassie hates it.
She's got a point, mate.
Not you and all.
I like it!
I see you've had a bit of luck
this year, though?
These are beauties, mate.
Look at them.
I caught the little bastards
right off-guard!
You caught them off-guard?
It's hard to imagine you
catching anything off-guard!
Don't worry, though.
There'll be plenty for you
and Lucy.
7:30 alright
for the pair of you, still?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we'll be there.
Means I can dump my share
of Cassie's God-awful stuffing
right on your plate.
So what's in yours then,
snoopy?
- Now, this.
- Yeah?
This is a surprise.
Fair enough.
Well, I better get dinner
plucked, stuffed
- and ready for later.
- Mm-hmm.
- Catch you later.
- See you later.
Hey!
Don't forget to leave plenty
of room on your plate.
Will do!
Babes!
The one and only.
Oh, it's Christmas!
Almost.
I missed you.
I missed you, too,
you crazy Christmas puppy.
Work sucked.
I know.
Yeah, and you?
- Yeah!
- Yeah?
- Not sick of the little brats then yet?
- Never!
- I love the idea of seeing them grow into little people.
- Aww.
Even more so,
over time
I get to share my wisdom
with them.
You're adorable.
But I give it to
the end of January
and you'll be back down
the job center.
So, why are you still
wearing your hat?
- Yeah, about that...
- Yeah?
Remember when you
said ages ago
that you wanted to see
what I looked like
- with blonde hair, hmm?
- Yeah.
And I said I wouldn't do it
because it was stupid.
Yeah.
Well, I thought I'd
surprise you for Christmas.
But it's gone wrong!
Alright, yeah yeah yeah,
that's enough.
- Laugh at Jack.
- No, no, no, it's not,
it's not that bad.
- You can be...
- Really?
...my little silver freak.
We'll go with silver fox,
hmm?
My silver fox.
You make me really happy.
Ok.
What are you after?
Ooh... Presents!
No, no, no!
Right.
Uh...
How am I supposed to know
which one mines is?
Is, is, is, is?
You haven't written any
names on it, you donut.
These are for
the Hendersons.
Oh, you little spoiled brat!
You got the Hendersons
presents?
Yes, I got the Hendersons
presents!
Well, why wouldn't I?
Because I got the Hendersons
presents.
What?
Where?
Out in the hallway
in the bag
that I asked you for
last night
when I said "Can I have a bag
to put the presents in?"
You never said
who they were for.
Well, it's not like
I'm gonna get my old man
a present, is it?
"Bag in the hallway
that you gave me last night."
Show me then,
big spender.
Alright.
Sit, puppy.
Right, close your eyes.
Really?
Where's the romance gone,
Lucy?
Fair enough.
Do I have to unwrap it with
my eyes closed, too, yeah?
- It's up to you.
- Cool. Ok, ok.
Ooh. Ooh.
It's quite solid.
Oh, a book maybe?
- Ok.
- Maybe.
"To the best primary school
teacher in the world.
"You've come so far
and I'm so proud
"of everything you've achieved.
"The kids are gonna love you.
"Merry Christmas, all my love,
Jack."
That's you.
You're amazing.
I really wasn't expecting this.
I mean it.
I'm proud of you.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Do we really
have to go over?
No, but Michael's always
been so welcoming.
It would be rude not to go,
you know that.
Well, seeing as
we're doing this.
Ooh.
For you!
Yeah, go on!
Yeah!
No note?
Well, I didn't realize
you were gonna do all this!
I'm guessing
you want me to wear
this monstrosity tonight,
yeah?
Yes!
Happy?
What?
Jack, there's something
in the garden.
What does it look like?
Like two little torches.
Just moving.
Little torches?
What, like borrower torches?
No, Jack, I'm serious.
Yeah, I know,
but you're not making
any sense.
- Look, I saw these two little lights.
- Whereabouts?
The bottom.
There. Like, bottom right.
Bottom right?
- Lucy. Bottom right?
- Yeah. Like, just there,
like two feet
from the bottom.
Like, the bottom right.
- Right, well, I'm going outside.
- No, no, no!
Look, I'll be back
in a minute, yeah?
Be careful.
There's nothing there,
babe.
The coast is clear.
Luce?
Lucy!
Luce?
Luce?
Oh, my God, no!
Lucy, calm down!
Lucy! Lucy!
Lucy, calm down!
Lucy!
Oh, babe! Lucy!
Michael?
Yes, love?
Dinner's ready
in half an hour.
Ok, love.
You alright?
Yeah.
Is she...
Is she there?
- What?
- Your mum. Is she there?
Yeah, why?
You're a funny guy.
What you reading anyway,
Dad?
Anything that makes me
look busy.
Got it down to a tee,
I see?
You'll learn from the best.
Oh, yeah?
Who's that, then?
...Seen as a disappointment.
Traditional Christmas seems to
be becoming a thing of the past,
as more and more are abandoning
outdated nativity scenes
in favor of a more pagan-like
celebration,
commemorating
the winter solstice.
This is the time of year where
the sun draws closest to us,
- and many take this as an opportunity
- Michael?
to acknowledge the light...
Well, go on then, old man!
Eric, go and get your brother
and sister, will you?
So lazy!
Concerns about
the decreasing numbers
- within the British population.
- Love you, son.
Love you, Dad!
He encourages families
to remember the core values
of honesty and unity
at this festive time.
In other news, many fear
that we are set for disaster
if the fracking continues.
Increased yet unconfirmed
reports have been coming in
this evening of what many are
calling electrical anomalies,
some even going as far
as calling them
"supernatural events."
At this point
we aren't exactly...
Jesus!
I know what you were doing,
you fool.
What's that supposed to mean?
You're hiding away in here
and you're not helping me
in the kitchen.
I'm sorry, Cass.
I've just had a lot
on my mind lately.
I'm not sure I can do this.
I don't think I can tell him.
Look, Michael,
we've talked about this.
I've got nothing else
to say on the matter.
Now, will you please help me
make dinner for your family?
I'm sorry.
Come on, then.
Let's go.
Get up,
you big fat lump!
- You come here, old man!
- Oh, my sore knee.
I know who needs one.
- I'm gonna have one of your spuds.
- Don't you dare!
- I'm gonna have two of your spuds!
- No, you don't!
I'm gonna nick one
of your spuds!
It's your go.
It's your go.
- Lauren?
- Just do it.
But it's your go.
Oh Ben, leave me alone
for one minute, would you?
Sorry.
Hello?
Hey, can you talk?
Yeah.
I miss you.
I miss you, too.
Sorry I couldn't come.
That's ok.
We've got Boxing Day.
Yeah.
How was dinner?
Haven't had it yet.
Oh, right.
Listen.
I'm really sorry I've been
a bit over the top
recently with everything.
I just feel like
time's running out.
What I'm trying to say is
that you make me happy.
I see how close you and your
family have gotten this year
and I kinda just
want that with you.
Babe?
Lauren, you there?
You're so cute.
I'm just confused
about it all.
I don't know
if I even want this.
I feel a bit suffocated
with everything.
Like what?
I just like things
the way they are.
Don't you?
Of course I do, but...
You know what?
I'm sorry.
You're right.
Look, you go
and enjoy your evening.
I'll say no more on this.
The ball's in your court
and we'll leave it at that.
I can wait until you're ready.
I ain't going anywhere, ok?
Thank you.
I'll see you tomorrow, ok?
See you tomorrow.
Bye.
Bye.
Confused about what,
Lauren?
Nothing.
- It's your go.
- Guys!
You're such a moron.
Come and play, Eric!
Yeah, Eric, come and play.
Nah, food's almost ready.
Ok, moron.
Oi you, come here!
Did you build your swing?
No.
I got the rope over
but the branch is too high.
I need you to help me tie it.
Eric, put him down.
Maybe I'll help you
with it tomorrow.
Always a pleasure
coming home for Christmas!
Hey.
How d'ya feel, Cassie?
Yeah, fine.
Great.
Well, that's a meal and a movie
next week then
if I can get a sitter?
Yeah, well, take me
to the theatre
- and I'm all yours!
- Done.
I'll see if I can call
Nancy on Friday.
When's dinner, Mum?
Ben's starving!
Put him down, love.
Blame dad, he did that
to me all the time.
Difference is,
you used to cry.
Yeah, well, that's why
we don't do it any more,
right, Michael?
I used to hold you up
by your feet, actually.
Hence the crying.
I'm sitting next to mum!
Go on,
I'll deal with you later.
Oh Michael,
I forgot to do the onions.
Not the onions!
Oh, God, no!
Chill out,
enjoy your drink.
Jesus!
Right on time, come in!
We're through here, Luce.
How's it going?
Oh, Lucy,
how lovely to see you!
How are you?
How are you?
I'm good.
Yeah, I'm great, actually!
Oh, Lucy, would you mind
helping me with this?
I completely forgot to put them
in with the pheasants.
You're gonna love this,
mate.
Hey?
Now, what you're looking at
is a broken-down old relic.
But I look at this
and I see my old dad.
Well, that's all I've got left
to remember him by.
My inheritance.
Do you know, every Friday
I'd come home from school,
and me and my dad would sit
in front of this thing
and we'd watch our
favorite shows
right up to the early hours.
Loved spending time together,
we did.
Do you know I can't
even remember
what half the shows
were about?
It's just that we enjoyed
each other's company.
They're the times
I remember the best.
The old man lost
most of his money
when the coal mines closed.
They had to sell everything
to make ends meet,
apart from this.
I want to leave this
to my boy.
I ain't gonna be around
forever, am I?
I just hope that it means as
much to him as it does to me.
You're right.
It's broken.
But I'm gonna fix it.
I want to fix it.
There's no inheritance
for us.
We'll take what we can get.
Oh, Jack.
I'm so sorry.
Ignore me,
I'm not thinking straight.
Hey. Lucy.
Jack, I know you wanted
to see this earlier.
Now there's a toy
with purpose.
You like?
She's a bloody beauty,
isn't she, son?
Excuse my language, Lucy.
Do you know what?
If those new safety windows
don't keep intruders out,
- this thing definitely will.
- Michael?
Oh.
Food.
Go on through, guys,
the kids are in the living room.
Are they ok?
Yeah, I think so.
It's just awkward,
isn't it?
I mean,
Christmas should be spent
with your family,
shouldn't it?
- Poor boy.
- I know.
I don't think I could
have shaken it off
if I'd have been
in his shoes.
Yeah.
Let's just try to make them
feel as welcome as possible.
That's all we can do,
isn't it?
Of course.
I give it five years.
Dad's got a full
head of hair.
Almost.
Lauren, don't scare him.
Doesn't matter,
it skips a gen.
Look, you're receding already.
Get off!
Lauren!
Anyway,
I'm not scared, old man.
- Lauren's wrong, though.
- We'll see.
Children.
Will I go bald, Mum?
Oh, kids, please!
Lauren, how's Matt?
Fine.
What dad meant was,
how are you doing
as an intimate couple?
None of your business,
loner.
Date nights,
intimacy, pregnancy.
Eric, shut up!
Eric, don't pea
on your sister!
- My little baby girl?
- Mum!
- You're not actually pregnant, are you?
- No!
Could be.
Eric, stop teasing
your sister.
So why didn't he
want to come tonight?
Why would he?
He proposed, Mum!
Did he really?
- No?
- Such a dick.
Right.
I'm fine.
Matt's fine.
We're not pregnant,
nor are we engaged.
Aw, disappointing.
Says the single, friendless,
twenty-nine year old mong.
- Love you.
- Yuck.
My kids!
Dad, I'm sorry
but he's with
his parents tonight.
Well, that's a shame.
Dad loves his guests.
The more the merrier.
But you two are happy,
yes, love?
Yeah.
Yeah.
And if you must know
we have been talking
about the idea of marriage.
- Oh, Lauren!
- No, no, no, Mum.
No, stop! Stop it!
Another excuse
to use the shotgun.
- Oh, Michael Henderson!
- Merry Christmas, sis.
A bit harsh, Dad!
Alright, we're only playing.
Yeah, but why is it always
at my expense?
I'm sorry.
In all seriousness, Lauren,
no, we're thrilled for you.
We really are.
We're so proud,
and I want you to know that
we love Matt. We do.
We wanted both of you
to know that.
Yeah, we love Matt.
We've just talked about
the idea of it.
We're not there yet, ok?
You take as long as you need,
love, alright?
We just want our little girl
to be happy.
She's so happy.
No, I'm with your mum
on this one.
As long as you're happy.
Thanks, Dad.
And if the time comes,
you know we're right
behind you.
You'll have our backing,
financially, as well.
Ok, thank you both.
But can we stop talking about
my private life, please?
Aw.
Sorry.
Lucy, how's the food?
So, can I have your attention
for a moment, please?
I've got an announcement
to make.
You have?
Can you even
still have babies?
Babies on the mind?
I assure you,
it all still works down there.
Dad, that's gross.
Divorce?
I'll divorce you in a minute,
you little smart-ass.
Just pipe down,
alright, guys?
Stop!
Oh, you're disgusting.
Sorry, Mum.
Go on.
So you all know
that it's been seven months
since I was diagnosed
with a very low chance
of survival.
Mum?
Honey, can't we talk
about this tomorrow?
Please.
We haven't been together
in so long
and I need to get this
off my chest.
So, the doctors,
God bless them,
they did say
right at the beginning
that the success rates
for chemo were very low.
They offered me
so much support,
and they were very thorough
with the information
they gave me.
The options I had,
and my life expectancy
with or without the chemo.
It's no surprise
that I chose the chemo
because they told me I'd last
about eight weeks without it,
- and it's been...
- Seven months.
You look amazing, Mum.
Let your mother speak, son.
Eric, it's ok.
So, chemo is rarely the answer.
It just prolongs life,
and sometimes that's not
necessarily the right answer.
It just puts the disease
on hold.
I love you all more than
anything in this world.
So, you think the doctors
were good?
Well, that's nothing compared
to the unconditional love
that you've all given me.
The painful sleepless nights,
Michael.
The daily phone calls.
The lovely visits
and so much more.
I love you all to the moon
and back.
So, last month I decided
that it would be smart
to write a will,
and I did.
But then a couple of days ago
the doctors advised me
that it was now pointless.
Honey, come on,
what kind of doctor
would tell you that?
Who was he?
They all sat me down
and they said that their
decision was unanimous.
Why?
Because I'm officially
in remission.
What?
Mum? Serious?
Serious!
It's gone?
Well, I mean, there's a slim
chance of it coming back,
of course, but in all
practical senses, yes!
Mum, that's amazing.
- I love you, Mum.
- I love you.
You alright, Dad?
Of course I am,
you daft sod.
Why didn't you tell us
when you found out?
Because she wanted to
torture you, crybaby.
- You're horrible.
- You deserved that one.
What's remission?
Hey, it means that your
mother's not ill anymore.
- You happy, bro?
- Yes!
Perfect timing, Cass.
I thought it would be a good
Christmas present.
Dad, shall we go back
to talking about
Lauren's love life again?
- You dare.
- I love you all.
Alright, hold on a minute.
Pipe down, you lot,
just for a moment.
I think this calls
for a toast.
- Go on, Dad.
- Hear, hear!
To the most beautiful,
amazing, incredible wife.
And mum.
Yep,
and to the most incredible mum
to our beautiful children.
I give you Cassie Henderson!
To Mum!
Oh, my God, Lucy!
Stop it! Stop it!
No!
Sit down!
Very well.
Eat.
We're all just products
of our own environments.
Betrayals, neglect.
The things we've done,
the things done to us.
The burden of our elders'
insecurities forcefully
dressing us
in life long misery jackets,
paying the price for
other people's mistakes.
But when you think about it,
Lauren,
you are merely just a sponge
soaking up all
the self centered action
of those who supposedly
love you so selflessly.
Don't you want
to be set free?
Move!
I don't care
what you do to me,
but please just leave
my kids alone.
Come clean, Michael.
Get some rest.
Dad!
Lucy, stop!
Don't hurt him!
Nobody's getting hurt, hmm?
It's getting late.
People are tired.
I'm tired.
Let's all just calm down,
shall we?
There's no need to get
worked up over nothing.
What?
What?
Please stop this.
I'll do anything.
Just let us go,
I'm begging you.
We never done
anything to you.
Lucy, please, no!
Please!
No!
Why'd you do that
to my mum?!
She was already dead.
Lie down.
Oh, please, God.
Please.
Please, Jack.
Years ago,
a father and his family
lived happily in a big,
bright house,
and one day
the father decided
to invite some guests
inside.
The guests willingly obliged.
The father took them
under his wing,
but this was short lived,
though.
Little did the guests know
that eventually the father
would deem them unwanted,
and so when the time came,
the father took for himself
what was rightfully theirs,
and unfairly banished them,
leaving them to rot.
So the guests waited
and waited
and waited and waited,
until one night
they found their way
back into the garden.
But they had disguised
themselves.
Do you see?
Do you see?!
The father,
not knowing he had been tricked,
welcomed them back
into his home,
right under his
pretentious little nose.
Do you know how
this story ends, Ben?
They destroy
everything he loves.
Who are you?
Demons come
as angels of light.
Don't do that.
- Come on.
- Hello?
Matt.
I need you to get help
and come here.
There's people in the house.
Lauren, you're scaring me.
My parents' friends came over
for dinner tonight.
Yeah?
We were having dinner
and...
they killed mum.
What?
They killed her.
She murdered her
right in front of us.
Lauren,
what the hell is this?
You're not making any sense.
They didn't stop hitting.
She had a hammer and she just
kept thumping mum's head...
Lauren?
...until there was
nothing left.
My mum is dead.
Lauren, who did this?
My mum is dead.
Lauren!
The neighbors.
The neighbors?
What neighbors?
Jack and Lucy.
Jack and Lucy?
Why?
I don't know.
Mum never did
anything wrong.
Why would they do this?
Lauren,
just get out of the house.
I can't.
Babe, whereabouts
are you right now?
In my room,
on my bed.
Just get out now.
I can't.
What do you mean you can't?
Just run!
They're still in the house,
they've got Ben.
Babe, call the police.
I can't.
They've got Ben now,
I need to go get him.
No. You, you need
to call the police.
I need to go and get Ben.
Lauren,
don't make a sound.
Just hide.
Stay as quiet as possible.
Matt, I need you to come
in here and help me.
No, no, no, no.
Listen to me,
you need to stay still.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Just stay quiet.
We've been watching you
for a long time.
Matt?
But I think you should
go to sleep now...
Lauren.
Lauren.
Eric?
Lauren.
Eric?
Oh shit...
Well, well, well.
When I'm finished here,
you're going to have to make
a choice, Lauren.
They say that when you die,
the ones that are affected
are the ones
that you leave behind.
So it all boils down to
whether you want to put him
out of his misery.
He won't know any better.
Or don't.
Save yourself
the lifelong guilt.
But one thing I will say,
if you don't,
the consequences for him
will be far more severe.
But why?
I just want to get
to know you.
I just want
to get to know you.
You've so graciously
invited us over
and you've been such
wonderful hosts.
I think we're all set.
Please.
Please.
Please, I'm sorry.
Eric. Eric!
He's waking up.
Lucy, please.
Please.
He's my brother.
You'd better do it quickly.
Please.
Please, Lucy.
Do it.
Lauren?
What are you doing?
I'm so sorry.
Lauren, no.
They're gonna kill us.
You're my sister.
If I don't do this,
we'll both regret it.
They're gonna do worse
things to you,
and once they're done,
they'll do the same to me.
I don't care.
Please don't do this.
I can't have
my sister kill me.
I won't have
my sister kill me.
You will.
You will care.
Just put it down.
I can't.
Look what they did to mum.
I can't watch them do
something worse to you.
Mum's dead.
I'm not.
I'm sorry.
They won't let me go,
they won't let us go!
It's just you and me.
There's nobody here.
You've got a choice.
You don't understand.
They're watching us.
They've been watching us
this whole time.
If I don't do this,
God knows
what they're gonna do next.
They've gotten into
your head.
Please don't do this.
I always looked up to you
when we were kids.
- Don't.
- I still do.
You have a funny way
of showing it.
Listen, you need help.
Please put down the gun,
Lauren.
I'd always run
into your room
when mum and dad
used to fight,
and every time,
you'd cheer me up.
Stop.
You still cheer me up.
I love you.
Do you?
You're about to kill me.
You don't understand.
No, you don't understand
what I'm trying to say.
Please don't kill me.
I have no choice.
We always have a choice.
This is for the best.
No, no.
Lauren please, no.
Lauren.
- I'm sorry.
- Lauren!
They gave me no choice.
You had a choice.
I'm so sorry.
Fuck you!
I've been there for you
your entire life!
You and Ben.
For all your
self-indulgent bullshit,
even when you were wrong,
I was always there!
I'm so sorry.
I can't.
I'll never forgive you.
I had no choice.
I had no choice.
I forgive you.
Stop!
What have I done?
I didn't do anything!
Leave him alone!
I'm so sorry, Eric.
I'm so sorry, Eric.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so...
Leave my kids alone,
you fucking animals!
Leave them alone!
Please!
Dad!
Open this door.
Open this fucking door!
Please, please, open this.
Dad.
Dad.
This is all my fault, son.
Jack is my son,
and I never told him,
and I bought this
on all of us.
What do you mean,
he's your son?
It was a long time ago,
before I met your mother.
I was a coward.
I panicked and I left them.
I left them.
And then I met your mother.
She made me a stronger man.
And I tried to go back,
I tried to fix it.
But I didn't know
how to tell him
or you
and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Lauren!
Eric!
Lauren!
Eric!
Eric!
No! No! No!
- Lauren!
- No!
Open this door!
Open this fucking door!
Open this door!
Leave him alone!
Eric, I'm so sorry.
Eric?
Lauren?
Son?
What did they do to you?
They took my eyes.
They what?
Jesus Christ!
We've got
to get out of here!
We've got to get out!
Where's your brother?
Where's your sister?
The garage.
Ok. Come on.
Be quiet.
I've got to get you
to a hospital.
I'm not gonna let anything
else happen to you.
No, you won't.
Are you alright?
Yes, Michael.
We're exactly
where we need to be.
Dad?
You're not my son.
You're not my...
You're not my son.
Get off!
You're not my son.
You're not my son.
Dad.
Dad.
Dad, don't!
Dad!
You're not my son!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Stop!
No, Lauren!
Lauren!
No, no.
Lauren, no!
Ben?
Ben?
Ben?
Ben?
Ben!
Go to Hell!
I'm sorry, son.
I'm sorry.
Lauren!
Ben?
I'm going to take care
of you from now on.
I promise...
Oh, my God.
♪ Here I'm laying,
won't get up ♪
♪ I don't feel myself ♪
♪ If you don't believe me,
believe me when I say ♪
♪ That I've got to make you
go away ♪
♪ I know you want,
know you want ♪
♪ Know you got this ♪
♪ I know you want me,
that you got me ♪
♪ I know you won,
know you won ♪
♪ Know you got this ♪
♪ I know you need it
that you want it though ♪
♪ Yeah, I'm living a lie,
living a lie ♪
♪ Cause I know
something about ya ♪
♪ Yeah, I know you need it
that you want it so ♪
♪ I'm living a lie,
I'm living a lie ♪
♪ I'm living a lie,
I'm living a lie ♪
♪ I'm living a lie,
I'm living a lie ♪
♪ I'm living a lie,
I'm not living... ♪
♪ Let go where the
rhythms got your life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm,
Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪♪
♪ If you don't relieve me,
believe me when I say ♪
♪ I've gotta make you
go away ♪
♪ I know you won,
know you won ♪
♪ That you got this ♪
♪ I know you need it
that you want it though ♪
♪ I know you won,
know you won ♪
♪ That you got this ♪
♪ I know you need it
that you want it so ♪
♪ I'm living the lie,
living the lie ♪
♪ Cause I know
something about ya ♪
♪ And I know you need it
that you want it so ♪
♪ I'm living the lie,
living the lie ♪
♪ I'm living the lie,
living the lie ♪
♪ I'm living the lie,
living the lie ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let...
Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪♪
♪ I believe in the lie
Believe in the lie ♪
♪ I believe in the lie
Believe in the lie ♪
♪ I believe in the lie
Believe in the lie ♪
♪ I know you need it ♪
♪ I know you need it ♪
♪ I know you need it ♪
♪ Here I'm laying
won't get up ♪
♪ I don't feel myself ♪
♪ If you don't believe me,
believe me when I say this ♪
♪ I got to make you go away ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm
Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm
Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let go when the rhythms
got the life ♪
♪ Let go with the rhythm ♪
♪ Let...
Let go with the rhythm ♪