What is this place?
This place... people come here... people come here to kill people.
What? Who kills? Oh my God, are they gonna kill us?
Well... not... us.
What is this place?
This place... people come here... people come here to kill people.
What? Who kills? Oh my God, are they gonna kill us?
Well... not... us.
How is your hand?
It's... it's better. What's left of it.
Gosh! This village is so enchanting.
Lorna, are you having a journal-gasm right now?
Actually, yes. Multiple ones. I get to write about how beautiful this village is... and I get to write about what a raving bitch you are.
I make you pretty.
Pretty for what?
For the client.
****, Uh.., You know what? I'm trying to find them. Just hang on, Yeah? [keeps finding it]
You want a drink?
No, I'm fine. [the Italian whisper to the other drunkard about them and they laugh.; Beth and Whitney get impatient.]
Hey, you know what? It's okay because, we can just get in at the club, when we go to Prag---
No stay. I find them, okay? [Whitney shakes off his hand.]
You smell nice.
Look, We gotta go. Lorna's Waiting.
Whitney Yeah, We have our friend.
You have friend?
Yeah.
One, two, three, perfetto. Otherwise, We have to take turns, huh?
Where you go? I knew you were a tease, you **** ****.
What the **** did you call me?!
I called you stupid **** American ****!
**** you!
Beth, Beth! come on!
You know what? [Beth storms off and Whitney follows her.; yelling to Beth] The train to **** Prague is long, you bitch! We'll come see you!
We have contract here.
What kind of contract?
Anyone who comes to this place... cannot leave... without killing.
When are you gonna tell Josh's mother what happened?
I'm not.
She still thinks her son is in Europe.
What the **** am I supposed to tell her? She'll go straight to the police.
Yeah, exactly. Someone should.
No, no one should. You don't get it. These people are tied into everyone. Someone starts asking questions, they're gonna come after me and find me.
Do you think we're sick?
**** no. Dude, you look anywhere in the world where there's no law... whether it's **** Chad or New Orleans... and this is the shit people are doing, bro. We're the normal ones.
Any idea what you're gonna do in there?
You don't even wanna know. You don't even wanna know.
Isn't it bad luck to toast with water?
Yeah. Bad luck for whoever meets us today.
They're still gonna kill you, You ****, stupid ****.
What did you say to me?
You're a stupid!... ****!!...--[Beth cuts his genitals, with the scissors]
[Stuart is now screaming in pain] CUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNT!!!!!!
Let him bleed to death. [tosses the genitals to the guard dogs]
Do you remember the first guy in your high school to get laid?
No, but I remember the last.
Well, I do. This kid Greg. He came back from summer break; something about him had changed. It wasn't anything he said or did, but something was different. You just knew it.
I know what you mean. It's like you can sense it the way an animal senses it.
Exactly. Like an animal. Sometimes, you meet a guy and there's just something **** scary about him. Something that makes you think this guy has killed somebody. He doesn't have to act tough. He never has to say it. But like an animal, you can sense it. You know that this guy's got the balls to do what few others can. And that's you after today, my friend. People are gonna **** fear you. Linda is gonna **** fear you. What we do today is gonna pay off every day for the rest of our lives.
Are you **** insane?
What? I **** hate that word. "Oh, you stupid American ****" I **** lost my temper!
Okay! Bug it's not like we're on campus and you can call the dean and file a report or something!
Are you scared? [Beth silently nods] You **** better be.