- He just takes it so personally,
like, I don't even understand.
I showed him my texts,
he grabs my phone and starts going through it
like he's a little detective.
- That's why you never give over your phone.
(door squeaks)
- I know but that, like, shows
that I have nothing to hide, you know?
- [Girl] Hey! (door slams)
- Sorry.
No, I'm sorry you can't possibly lock a door.
How do locks even work?
(ominous music)
(door slams)
- [Girl] She's watching me,
the one who always has to deal with his bullshit.
- [Girl 2] Seriously, sometimes I wonder
if he even likes her.
Like, (laughs) (indistinct)
He got so pissed 'cause his sister like
- [Girl 2] Okay, so you have to swear
not to tell anyone, okay?
- [Girl] Duh
- [Girl 2] Okay, okay.
- [Girl] Okay, so like his sister left his party
on Friday night and got wasted,
and Keltey or Warren (indistinct). (both laugh)
So, she's hooking up with this guy and it turns
out it's this dude that Luke used to work with,
but he got fired for doing something, I heard.
(phone chimes)
Anyway, she wakes up to him pissing into her dresser.
- [Girl 2] What? (laughs) (indistinct)
- [Girl] Something so weird, just peeing on her clothes.
Like why?
- [Girl 2] I know, I know.
(distant gunfire) (screaming)
- [Girl] What the hell is that?
(imitates gunfire)
- [Girl 2] We need to get out of here.
- [Girl] No, no, no, no
(door clashes) (screams)
(gunfire)
(footsteps)
- [Girl 2] Please...
(gunshot)
(thud)
(scream) (gunshot)
(muffled weeping)
(footsteps)
(ominous rumbling)
(lock clicks)
(footsteps receding)
(shaky breathing)
(phone unlocks)
(ominous rumbling)
(phone vibrates) (loud thud)
(knocks)
- [Gunman] You dropped your phone.
Don't you want it back?
This door won't stop me.
You know that, right?
Here.
(toilet squeaking) (heavy breathing)
(phone keyboard clacking)
- I know
- [Gunman] She speaks.
What do you know?
- You could shoot me through the door.
- [Gunman] (chuckles) That's right.
Should I?
Don't be shy now.
Should I shoot you through this door,
in this shitty bathroom?
Are you ready to die?
- Sure.
(loud bang)
- [Gunman] Open the door.
- No.
- [Gunman] Open the door.
- It won't, you have to kick it in.
- [Gunman] Oh you fucking bitch... (loud bang)
Open the fucking door.
- No.
- [Gunman] Open the fucking door. Open it!
Open the fucking door. Open the fucking door!
Open the fucking door! You fucking bitch.
Fuck you, open it!
(exasperated sigh)
What's your name?
- (sniffling) No.
- [Gunman] (sighs) What's your name?
- You don't get to ask me that.
- [Gunman] Oh, fuck you.
I want you to fucking look at me.
I need you to fucking see me.
- Why?
- [Gunman] Oh my fucking god,
I asked fucking nicely, right?
Please? Please, won't you please fucking open the door?
(door thuds)
Huh? You're all the fucking same. One simple fate.
Open the door.
I need you to see what I can do.
- Will you let me go?
(quiet laughter)
- [Gunman] Do you want me to fucking lie to you?
- No.
- [Gunman] It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. It's okay.
Just open the door a crack, and look at me.
It'll be over soon.
I promise you.
(distant sirens)
You hear that? (shaky breathing) They're coming for me.
It's just you and me in here. (heavy breathing)
Open the door.
(heavy breathing)
Please open it. Please.
Open the door.
(lock clicks) (door creaks)
(heavy breathing) Look at me.
Look at me.
Open your eyes, please.
Open your eyes.
I want you to look at me.
I need you to see me.
(ominous rumbling)
(shaky breathing)
Look.
Look what you made me do.
(gun cocks)
- You don't have to.
(gunshot) (screams)
- [Police] Dispatch. Dispatch.
This is unit 2-3-7.
We've got a 10-33.
Pineview Cinema, corner of King and Spidina.
I'm hearing automatic rifle fire,
sounds like a single shooter.
- [Dispatch] Acknowledge. 2-3-7 all units,
we have a 10-33 in progress,
active shooting, corner of King and (indistinct)
(rapid gasping)
Single shooter, automatic weapon.
(wailing)
Squad dispatched and ambulance en route.
(gasping and crying)