Horror movie starring Katharine Isabelle about a rebellious teenager who is bitten by a werewolf on the night of her first period, with terrifying consequences.
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This film contains very strong language and prolonged violent scenes.
What have you get there?
It got our dog!
It got Baxter!
OK. Come on. Let's go.
Shut up, Norman.
Baxter is fertiliser.
And everyone is just standing there like...
Why don't they just catch that thing?
How hard could it be in a place full of dead ends?
Fuck! Wrists are for girls.
-I'm slitting my throat.
-You should definitely hang.
-Even your final moments are cliche.
Not ours. B, ours will rock.
You don't think our deaths should be more than cheap entertainment?
You jazzed me on this. Don't wuss out now.
It's the idea of everyone staring at me just lying there.
I mean, what if they just...laugh?
They'll be in awe.
B, suicide is like the ultimate "Fuck you."
Come on, it's so us.
It's the pact.
See, it's easier for you, you don't care.
We swore we'd go together.
-When we were eight.
Out by 16 or dead in the scene, but together forever.
United against life as we know it.
Us dead will be the shit, B. Trust me.
Too much blood. And I can see your gaunch.
Just do it!
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING
-All right, all right, all right.
Well, that was completely, er, disturbing. Wasn't it?
The Fitzgerald sisters clearly worked very...
God! I mean, I...
I am completely sickened!
Sickened by that.
Wasn't I? Hmm?
Look, see me in the guidance office after class.
-Can we see the ones of Ginger again?
Life in Bailey Downs, right?
Oh, yes, ladies. Run!
Run for Daddy.
I bet she's good to go.
-You wanna do a Fitzgerald?
Not the little dweeb. The one with the rack. The redhead.
Odd. I think Mcardy just checked me.
Like you care, right?
High school's just a mindless little breeder's machine.
Total hormonal toilet.
I'd rather wait it out in our room.
-What is with your back?
-I don't know.
Search and destroy. Go.
Oh, my God.
OK. Trina Sinclair.
-He totally loves you.
Trina Sinclair, DOA at the hair dye aisle.
Perished while seeking matching barrettes on diet pills or laxatives.
-Likes her shorts stuck up her crack.
-Favourite homework excuse,
-my nail glitter ate it.
-Basic pleasure model.
Your standard cum-buckety date bait.
-Line change. Let's go.
Let's do this again.
Right over, Sarah.
-I'll cover you.
-Bounce, baby. Bounce. Keep running.
Keep running, baby! Come on, honey! Oh, yeah, baby.
-You're horny, baby.
-Beast of Bailey Down strikes again.
-That's four dogs this week.
Eww. Whoa. Bonus.
I guess you're DOA on a dog, huh, Fitzface?
-Are you OK?
That is one motherfucking mad dog.
We'll get you cleaned up.
Don't ever touch my sister again.
Stop me, freak.
Enough! Break it up.
That janitor was looking right down your shirt.
Want me to kill her?
-I'll kill her for you.
No, not whatever. This isn't whatever.
Seriously, what about torture?
Anything you want.
Or, she has that dog.
We could kidnap it, make out he got eaten by the Beast of Bailey Downs.
We've got all that blood and fake guts from the slide show.
That's wicked. Let's do it.
CAR RADIO PLAYS
Hi, Sam. How are you?
She screws a drug dealer. She's begging for negative attention.
Erm, so, Sam, are you gonna call me? OK. You have my number, right?
Dickhead. I don't know why I went out with him.
See, you let idiots get away with fucking you up.
That's why the big Buddha made me. To stop them.
So far you're really kicking ass(!)
Just give me one clean shot. I fucking promise you.
-Don't humour me.
-So, er, Fitz.
I think we should get together.
-Here, boy. Jump, Norman.
B? Just say you won't go average on me.
Just cos some gonad gets his zipper going? I'd rather be dead.
I'd rather die than be here without you.
Relax. You're not, you big suck.
Don't push your sister!
God, I hate our gene pool.
-Let go. You're ruining it.
Ginger, why are you rubbing your back?
pain flows up your nerve endings to the synapsis in your brain.
She's not funny. How did you hurt it?
Does it hurt down by your tail bone or is it up higher?
Is it tight throughout here?
-Does it ache back here?
Oh, my God.
Do you think it's cramps?
-Give it a rest! For two seconds. Oh.
-Pam, we're eating.
-Henry, they're both three years late menstruating. It's not normal.
-If it's finally happening...
It's nothing to be scared of. It's the most normal thing in the world.
-Maybe it's cancer of the spine.
See what your attitude does?
-Fuses your vertebrae together.
-Brigitte, stop it.
-Have a fit.
-I've had enough of that talk.
-That makes two of us. Fuck!
-All right. That's it. To your room.
Brigitte, you are not connected at her wrist.
Your father and I have counselling. I don't want you leaving the house.
There's still a wild animal on the loose.
-They never go out.
-You're a big help(!)
-We'll get caught.
-No, we won't.
-Her dog won't even be out.
-He has to pee sometime.
People don't leave their dogs out alone any more.
Then you distract her while I nab the pooch and make with the gore.
I can't distract her.
Fuck, B. This is your idea. If you don't like your ideas, stop having them.
-I've had it with eating this shit.
Check it out.
Now we can even leave a body. She'll freak.
-Take his, er...
He's still warm.
Shit. Leave it, then. What a drag.
You got some on you.
I just got the curse.
-It's not contagious!
I know that.
Kill yourself to be different and your own body screws you.
But if I start simping around tampon dispensers moaning about PMS, shoot me, OK?
Let's get out of here.
SCREAMING > Ginger?!
-Help me. He's...
-Oh, my God!
Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
Get up! Come on. Get up!
CAR HORN, BOTH SCREAM
Oh, fuck me!
-Let me see.
-No, it hurts. It burns.
-I have to see it.
-No! It hurts. What was it?
-What was it?
-I don't know. A big dog, maybe.
What did I do?
Shh. I saw this thing once on bears.
It said a bear will like come after
a girl on the rag cos of the smell.
It wasn't a fucking bear! There wasn't any fucking bears near here.
Does that hurt?
They're already healing.
No, this isn't right. I'm calling 911.
No. No! B, I'm not bleeding any more, right?
I mean, just spare me Pam finding out.
OK? I'm OK.
-I thought you were gonna die.
'Preying upon normal healthy cells,
'the intruder gradually devours the host from within.
'Eventually, the invader consumes its host completely.
'And finally destroys it.
'involves two successive divisions which result in four new cells.
'Each of which is haploid.'
This one comes with a free calendar.
Are you sure it's just cramps?
Just so you know,
the words just and cramps, they don't go together.
OK, you're really girling out here.
One day you, too, will know my pain.
Dis me or whatever, but I got three sisters.
And nothing quite takes the edge off like a good toke.
maybe I like my edge. Thanks.
Maybe you're just chicken to lose it.
Just pass it.
An eighth's fifteen.
I don't want any drugs.
The name's "grey".
I was just wondering what you hit.
looked like a lycanthrope to me, sir.
-I know what a lycanthrope is.
-Sure you do.
Think you see werewolves a lot?
Why, do you?
BANGING AND LAUGHING >
-Is it working?
-Now I just don't care.
What the hell are you guys doing in here?
-Sam the man.
-We just needed a place to smoke.
I've an idea. Why don't you guys get the fuck outta my van, assholes?!
No, I'm serious. Get out. GET OUT!
-What happened to your truck?
-I tapped a tree. Bye.
-Ginge, let's go.
-Stick to your species, Fitzenstein.
-Trina, stick my fist.
Oh, you bitch! It's OK, baby.
< I can't believe that. That was so weird.
Ginge, what's on?
Like more than you being just female.
Can you just say something, please?
-"Whoa", that's it? "Whoa?"
I can't have a hairy chest, B, that's fucked!
What the fuck?
WHAT THE FUCK?!
-No way, like...
Bitten on a full moon. Now you're hairy.
I know, but think about it.
Thank you for taking my total fucking nightmare so seriously!
What if I'm dying or something?
We gotta see the nurse.
I'm sure it seems like a lot of blood, it's a period.
But it was like...
Everyone panics their first time. You both haven't had a period and you're how old?
I'm almost 16. She just turned 15. She skipped a grade.
A thick syrupy voluminous discharge is not uncommon.
The bulk of the uterine lining is shed within the first few days.
Contractions, cramps, squeeze it out like a pump.
In three to five days you'll find lighter bright-red bleeding.
That may turn to a brownish sludge which signals the end of the flow.
Good. So, it's all normal?
Very. Expect it every 28 days, give or take.
For the next 30 years.
What about hair that wasn't there before?
-Mm-hmm. Comes with the territory.
-Let's go, B.
You'll have to protect against both pregnancy and STDs now. Play safe.
I wish these were babies' legs.
# Ginger's very favourite... #
-You know you can ask me anything.
-You're so dead.
-Our little girl's a young woman now.
-I'd never tell her anything.
-Unless you wanted to piss me off!
-BARKING OUTSIDE I want you to be OK.
I just...got my period. OK? Yeah, I got weird hairs, so what?
That means I've got hormones and they may make me butt ugly but they do not make me a monster.
-So, you got bit by a big hormone?
-Not by what you think! They don't exist. Norman, shut the fuck up!
-Maybe he's barking at you.
-Did I change last night?
Howl at the moon? Kill shit and change back this morning? Huh? No.
Did it take a silver bullet to stop it? No, it got killed by a truck.
You always blow off anything you don't get.
-When it's bullshit!
-You're doing drugs with guys.
Something's definitely wrong with you.
Look, maybe you're right. Maybe I do see a monster. Yeah, it's got little green eyes.
Oh, yeah(!) Like I really wish I was haemorrhaging and sucking off Mcardy.
-Well you always wanted to be me.
-This isn't you.
Poor, B. I'm growing up and obviously you're not, huh?
-Don't let me hold you back.
-Don't worry, I won't.
'Only one creature on earth destroys for pure pleasure, it's a werewolf.'
'Oh, my God! There it is! It's hideous!'
-< BANGING ON DOOR
-Get out of the bathroom! I'm trying to get ready!
Not as good as that.
Hello, hello, hello.
-Kid, you got a smoke?
You got a light, then?
Thank you. I've just spent a week looking for you. Give me a sec.
You dropped this by my truck.
OK. We both saw it. What the fuck was it?
It's what you hit.
I know. But what the fuck was it?
See, I flatten an animal. Furry, all fours, could be anything.
But here I am thinking, lycanthrope.
That's crazy, huh?
Book me in to the rubber motel. I'm fucked up, right?
What if you're not?
Well, that'd explain the human circumcised dick
and why you were running for your life from it.
Erm, I should go. Thanks for my stuff.
What's your name?
No, hey, bullshit.
What are you saying?
Swear you won't call a freak show?
Yeah, I swear.
I'm changing. Like right now and full moons have nothing to do with it.
And everything I look at goes silver bullet in a gun to my head. The end.
Let's not panic here. I mean...
For one, that thing on the road...
..my van did a good job on it.
Without silver bullets. So let's just forget the Hollywood rules.
There's gotta be a cure. Otherwise there'd be a lot more of them.
It's like an infection.
Works from the inside out. It's like a virus.
Right! Biology, there's something you can sink your teeth into.
So to speak.
You're real. Your problem's real. The solution is real.
Not death by morality call.
Then again, when I start piercing, I got infections. A girl said try pure silver, cleared up like that.
The Ancients thought pure metals purified the blood.
They thought leeches did, too.
Why don't you get your slut bitch sister a leash?
Ginger? A word?
-Is it sorry?
-Come on, Jason. Let's go.
Hey, she's ovulating!
-See ya, freak.
This is a very exciting and confusing time for your sister.
Boys, her body, trying to fit in.
Maybe if she felt she could share more with you you'd both be happier.
You know, Brigitte, your turn is coming, too. One day.
Hey, take it easy, all right? We got all night.
Sorry, you just taste really good.
Just lie back and relax.
You lie back and relax.
Hey, who's the guy here?
Who's the guy here? Huh? Who's the fucking guy?!
Don't we need protection here? Arrgh! Stop it! Arrgh!
-Wait a second!
-You're fucking hilarious, cave boy.
Did he hurt you?
If he hurt you, you should tell.
Oh, my God!
-Something is really really wrong with me, B.
I get this ache
and I thought it was sex,
-but it's to tear everything into fucking pieces.
Where is he?
Oh, my God!
You killed Norman.
He barked, and he barked and he kept fucking barking,
I just... I just...
I couldn't stop myself.
B, what am I supposed to do?
It wasn't at all like what I thought it would be.
There's just all this squirming and squealing.
Then he's done and you're like, "Oh."
Jerk's probably out there telling everyone what a freak I am.
We'll say the same thing about him.
It doesn't work like that. I mean,
he got laid.
I'm just a lay.
He's a hero, and I'm just a lay. A freak mutant lay.
Did you use something?
You really think this'll work?
We have to try something.
Where'd you get that? That ring?
I found it.
Too bad. You should have one, too.
for being with me on this.
-Shit! It's stuck!
-Fuck! Hurry up!
-Sorry! Sorry! It's almost there.
How do you feel?
Hit it, baby.
Whoa, Mcardy. What happened to you?
Ginger Fitzgerald rocked my world.
What, you get your rag, too?
Oh shit! Must be ink! Fuck!
Brigitte, come here.
The fuck, B! Did you get a boyfriend or something?
No! We just... I'll be right back.
Oh, my God!
What's up? Look, if silver's shot, I got another idea.
Are you on drugs like, right now? I'm in class here.
Yeah. Excuse me for giving a shit!
I'll come see you later, OK?
The Fitzen sisters are really getting around.
-OK, line change. Let's go. >
He thinks I got bit.
I trust you, and you blabbed to the first fuck-up that comes along.
-He knows stuff. He wants to help.
-He wants to get down your pants!
So, sluts run in the family. Quel shocker.
Knock it off! >
Ginger, no! No!
You started it.
Ginger! To the office!
This school has a zero tolerance for violence policy.
A temper like that is inexcusable, barring substantial extenuating circumstances.
What are you looking at, huh?! My pen exploded, OK?!
-My red pen!
-That was fucking incredible.
Get your camera. Don't you have your camera? It's well worthy, come on!
You gave it to Jason. You had unprotected sex. You infected him.
I have to see Sam. He's got an idea.
I'll bet he does. Well, let's go.
If you come you can't be weird. If he gets I lied, if he gets you're really the one who's really...?
A what? A monster? Huh? A freak?
If he thinks I dicked him around, he'll blow this off.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
ROCK MUSIC PLAYS Hey.
Sorry about before. I was just afraid someone would hear us. That's all.
Yeah, she's just a little moody lately. That whole silver thing didn't quite work out, did it?
I wasn't expecting company.
My sister, Ginger. She knows.
You two come in here, you see sweet fuck all. Understand?
Wicked! Smoke us up!
Yeah, wicked, huh? Get the fuck out.
Brigitte, it breaks down like this.
I compared homeopathic treatments of infections to the folklore of all this. Take a look.
-"Lyco" as in wolf?
It's called Monkshood. It's a cousin of Wolfsbane, except it's safe in small doses.
It's a super oxidant, radical detox.
It promotes white blood cell growth.
Which fight infection. You got some?
It's a perennial. It grows everywhere, but only in spring.
Fuck! This is bullshit, OK.
-I seeded some. I'm growing it.
-She doesn't have time for that!
OK, she's killed a dog already! She's fucked! She's growing a tail!
-Did you tell him that?
-You're growing a tail?
-Look, he's just another wank job.
-Who the fuck do you think you are?
Who the fuck are you? Pervert. She's 15!
Ginger, wait outside!
Fine. He rapes you, don't come crying. I'll be at home.
She's just freaking.
Erm, I do not think of you that way.
Your dad's battery's dead. He's at the store. Wanna go for a ride?
-Jesus! Can't you knock!
-Don't "Jesus" me. You don't have anything I haven't seen before.
-That's what you think.
-What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. I'm fat all right. Get out!
Ginger, you are not fat. These fashion models are all on speed to look like that.
-I'll be back soon.
Give me back my dog!
Trina, I don't have your dog.
Ginger took him! I saw her!
I feel sorry for you. He doesn't like you.
He's a cherry hound.
He's into virgins.
Trina, you're bleeding. Go home.
If you are so fucking smart you won't give him the satisfaction.
Somebody just once shouldn't give that fucker the satisfaction!
-You're as big a cunt as your sister!
-I am not!
-Back for more?
-What are you doing!
I dunno, B, what am I doing? Call Sam!
-Ask the pro!
You play with your new friends. And I'll play with mine.
Ginger, what the hell are you doing?!
You smell yummy. What is that? Citrus or antiseptic, I'm not sure.
Are you crazy?! GLASS BREAKS
That's enough! Just let her go!
-Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
-Let's just chill, Trina.
Trina, she's doing your bone, I wouldn't be quick to get friendly.
-Stop it! It's not like that!
-She's scared for you.
-She's not worth this.
-You asked for this!
You picked Sam over me! Whatever happens now is your FAULT!
-This is not you. Just let's cope.
-Oh, with what?
With this kind of shit? He's wrong. You can't fix this!
-You don't know! Give me a chance!
-What, another one?
I don't know. I'm going way way out there.
Way far from where you live. Which should pretty much fucking rule!
Oh, gawd, that's disgusting!
You fucking gross fucking...
Get back! Don't touch me, you freaks!
-You're both just totally fucked!
-We were just...
Get up! Now!
< Henry, what on earth are you doing out there?
< Come on. Don't eat it until we get inside.
Jesus Christ on a bicycle! What the...?
Girls, I told you no more deaths in the house!
-Don't be mad, it's for extra credit.
-Back to immaculate in ten minutes.
Corn syrup. Daddy, you want some?
Well, I better get this meat away.
I'll do that.
What do guys want?
Oh, Brigitte. I'm so glad you asked.
And that's what men want.
Some of them seem cool or different, but they're all the same.
-Thanks for sharing.
-Honey, that's what we're here for.
It's a school night. Beauty rest.
This is just great(!)
Yeah. Field hockey will suck now.
Get me a screwdriver.
Way to go(!)
Here it is. "Why Your Daughter Dates Dummies." I'm glad I hung on to it.
-I think they're up to something.
-They're just being normal teenagers.
Then why are they suddenly so interested in what you have to say?
Stay in your own little world, Henry.
This one just confuses you.
Shit! Look at all the worms.
Remember when I used to make you eat them to get in here?
Shallow grave? Well, it seems appropriate.
Here, you dig for a while.
Look. No-one ever thinks chicks do shit like this. Trust me.
A girl can only be a slut,
a bitch, a tease, or the virgin next door.
We'll just coast on how the world works.
You think she's pretty?
If I wasn't here, would you eat her?
Gawd, that'd be like...fucking her.
You can't go out any more.
Well, I can't stay in, I'll go mental.
We'll make Pam think you're at school.
We'll make school think you're home sick.
Just till there's no doubt about us and this. Then, we blow.
As far away from here as possible.
-'Your attention, please. Starting immediately, certain students will be paged to the office
-'to assist the police regarding Trina's disappearance.'
'When your name is called, please come to the office.'
Is Ginger avoiding me? Huh?
Cos I'm feeling pretty good right now. I got a few questions for her.
Like, er, I'm growin' a goddamn tail outta my ass!
I thought she might have tips on how to deal with keeping that quiet!
-Hurting me won't help!
-See! I'm up to some whack shit.
I'm way out on the corner of Fucked up and Evil.
You wanna know what I did for fun last night?!
I killed my own freakin' dog. Now, what am I supposed to do about that?
-You're gonna be in deep shit.
-I am way beyond deep shit!
-And I think you know why.
What's going on here?
-How was school today?
-Don't know, I didn't go.
-We had a field trip.
I didn't sign any form for any trip.
-Daddy, will you teach me to drive?
Maybe. So, where did you go?
-What if next year never comes?
Mr Wayne called. Wanted to know if you were feeling any better. When you might be coming back to school.
The police want to talk to you about a fight with the missing girl.
-Daddy, may I be excused?
-No, you may not!
-For what, B?
Oh, no, you don't.
I want to know what's going on, right now.
-What are these?
-Where did you get them?
-At a craft store. I want an answer.
Trina Sinclair tried to beat me up cos Jason Mcardy liked us better.
So Ginger beat her up. That's all.
That's all? Beating up other girls? Cutting classes?
-I'm very disappointed, Brigitte.
You just do whatever she wants you to. You always have.
I really wish you'd start thinking more for yourself.
You think I should talk to her? Check in?
She thinks it's cool you let us figure stuff out for ourselves.
Well. I wasn't sure if that approach was working.
Look what Pamela had!
What are you doing?!
-I'll just take it off.
-I kill their pets, B.
Nothing helps except tearing live things to pieces! I can't do this!
This is Monkshood! First thing tomorrow we find out how to use it!
We take off!
If you give up now, you leave me here alone. I would never do that to you!
I'm sorry. I'm scared.
-'Wishing you A happy halloween.'
Er, B, what the fuck are you doing?
B! B! Let me out!
I have to deal with the cure. This way you can't hurt anybody.
Fuck! You fucking sissy little girl!
You're gonna rat me out!?
-Just shut up and wait for me!
-You little bitch.
Please let me out. Come on.
B? Let me out!
Holy shit! That's Monkshood! Where the fuck did you get that?
I don't know if you smoke it or eat it, but I need to try it, now.
Well, you got me. But...
To be sure I'd have to say direct route.
But that's a bad idea cos neither of us know what this stuff does.
Can't be worse than being roadkill.
The dosage would be a guess. It'd have to be.
There's no way to match for metabolism, body weight. There could be side effects.
You cannot try this alone.
My sister will be there.
Understand you may kill her trying to save her.
It's for Ginger, isn't it?
Worst case scenario, you put her out of her misery.
Just as long as you're prepared for that, and I mean sure.
Try to come tonight.
Hey. Seen Jason?
Er, you got a little...
You going to the greenhouse bash tonight?
I'm in charge of the prizes. You too could be a winner.
Ginger, my office. Now. All right?
< Help! Help! Help!
Help! Help! Help!
Let me go! Ow! Let me go!
-Let him go, Mcardy.
Chicken. Excellent. Come to Poppa, baby.
Come and get some candy!
I have to go.
I have a class.
-'Attention, please. Brigitte Fitzgerald, please report to Guidance.'
He wanted to call fucking Pamela, B,
and tell her we needed help.
-So, I stopped him. You know how that works?
How I did not betray you.
I didn't betray you.
You need to get this fixed.
So, I can go to jail for the rest of my life?
We wait till everyone leaves.
Then we clean this up, somehow.
I think you've fucked up enough.
Oh, my God!
What is it?
Oh, Henry. For Pete's sake. They're from the girls' death project.
They're fake, you big baby.
I'm gonna find something to clean this up.
Stay here. Lock the door.
Oh, my God!
-Can I touch your boobies?
-I like little girls!
-Leave him alone!
Ginger! Stop! Stop!
Ginger! Stop it! Please, stop!
Stop! He hasn't done anything!
I don't like how he looks at you.
Oh, my God!
He found me, Brigitte.
-The mess. I had to!
-Go to hell!
He's not dead!
You've infected him.
Let me call help for him!
You like it?
It feels so...good.
Brigitte, it's like... it's like touching yourself.
You know, every move, right on the fucking dot. And after,
I see fucking fireworks.
I'm a goddamn force of nature.
I feel like I could do...
..just about anything.
We're almost not even related any more.
You'd love it. Should come for the ride. Little scratch
swap some juice,
we'll be our own pack. Like before. It's so us, B.
I'd rather be dead than be you.
We have a pact!
Out by 16 or dead in this scene, but together for fucking ever!
I said I would die for you!
No, you said you'd die with me, cos you had nothing better to do.
Fuck you, too.
You think I want to go back to being a nobody?
Stay the hell out of my way, Brigitte.
And I'll tell Sam you said hi.
LOUD MUSIC PLAYS
Where's your sister?
-Get in the van.
LOUD MUSIC PLAYS
All right, Fitz. Wicked costume, baby!
-She couldn't make it.
Yeah. Why's that?
Cramps. She says hi.
You wanna buy, or something?
Go get your sister.
-Mom, I don't...
-You've done a terrible thing.
..you're my tiny babies.
It's one thing if you leave. It's almost normal.
But no-one's going to take you from me.
Tomorrow I'll fill the house with gas and light a match.
-We'll start fresh. Just us girls.
It'll be fun.
What about Dad?
He'll just blame me.
They all will.
This isn't your fault, Mom.
Yes, it is!
Lock the doors, OK?
-Ginger, come on.
-No, you come on.
-What are you doing?
-I know you want to.
What would it be like, huh?
What would I do?
What would I feel like inside?
-Ginger, your sister...
This is fucked!
Ginger, get off me.
Get off me. Ginger, get off me!
-What? I told you to stop.
God, Ginger, get up. I'm sorry.
Get up. Ginger?
You bitch! You want me!?
You want me?! Stop hurting everyone and take me!
I don't want you! I don't even know you!
You wreck everything for me that isn't about you.
(No!) Oh, shit!
Now I am you.
I know you are.
-But what am I?
We gotta go.
LOUD MUSIC PLAYS
B, I can't. I'm turning too fast.
What the hell did you do that for?!
I won't let you do this, Brigitte! You both need help!
You fucking idiot!
The cure works! I used it on someone, but there's more at the house! It was the only way she'd come with me!
Oh, shit! Well, how was I supposed to know that?
Just help me. Get her in your truck and drive us home!
All right, fine. But she rides in the back.
This is nuts. You need a doctor.
She could have killed you, Brigitte.
She needs me.
Get home. Cure her. Cure me.
You know you're kidding yourself.
I'll be right back. Give me the syringe.
Yeah, I meant to fix that.
Did she get out?
Oh, God, I hope not.
I can't see anything.
Pass me that flashlight.
-That's your goddamn sister!
The Monkshood's in there.
Oh, you're out of your mind.
Be quiet. I gotta get this stuff.
Where the fuck is she?
-Let's do this fast.
All right, bowls.
-Do you have your lighter?
-I can't feel my hand.
-(Oh, shit. Yeah.)
Start grinding up the buds.
All right, pour it in.
Easy, easy, easy.
What was that?
Just keep going. Go, go. All right, hold this.
All right. That's real fucking hygienic(!)
I doubt it matters.
how about you take this and we blow?
How about, no?
Then let me do it. You can hardly move.
-You can't do this by yourself.
Let me take the needle, I'll go into the living room,
you lead her in, bam! We're done.
All right, I'm going.
HE GASPS FOR AIR
I can't! I won't!
SCREAMING AND GROWLING
SNARLING AND SCREAMING
Fuck off! SHE SCREAMS
Leave me alone!
DOOR CREAKS OPEN
Come on. It's me.
Ginger, please! It's me!
You want this?
You want this?
I'm not dying in this room with you!
I'm not dying!
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