Lisa Houle credited as playing...
Sydney Briar
- Grant Mazzy: Is not understanding what disinfects it? See, that's the question. If it disinfects it, then how - without distorting, how do you do that?
- Sydney Briar: You kill the word that's killing you.
- Grant Mazzy: Oh, you kill the word that's killing you! That's good! You repeat it. Yeah, I remember as a kid, I used to, uh, I used to repeat words over and over again till they were incomprehensible. You think that's what it is? Is that why they're repeating things? Is it some kind of immune system response?
- Sydney Briar: You have to kill all the killing.
- Grant Mazzy: But it doesn't work, because they repeat the word and then they still get sick. So how do you make it unrecognizable? How? And what word?
- Sydney Briar: Kill.
- Grant Mazzy: Kill.
- Sydney Briar: Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
- Grant Mazzy: Syd?
- Sydney Briar: Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
- Grant Mazzy: Are you okay? You okay?
- Sydney Briar: Kill, kill, kill.
- Grant Mazzy: Ok. Syd? Sydney, I, - I think you got an infected word. You - you're infected. But we know the word.
- [Sydney cries]
- Grant Mazzy: Don't say anything. No, no, no, stop. We know the word.
- Sydney Briar: [Crying] Kill, kill, kill.
- Grant Mazzy: Ok, kill isn't kill. Sydney, kill isn't kill. It isn't kill. Kill isn't kill. Kill isn't kill. Kill isn't kill. Kill isn't kill. Kill isn't kill. Oh, god. I don't know, I don't know. I don't know. Uh, uh, ok. Kill is blue. Kill is wonderful. Kill is loving. Kill is baby. Kill is Manet's Garden. Kill is a beautiful morning. Kill is everything you ever wanted. Kill is, kill is, uh, kill is kiss.
- [Sydney begins calming down]
- Grant Mazzy: Kill is - kill is - kill is kiss? Kill is kiss. Is that it? Kill is kiss? Kill is kiss. Kill is kiss. Kill is kiss. Kill is kiss! Kill is kiss? Kill is kiss. What is kill?
- Sydney Briar: Kiss. Kill me.
- Grant Mazzy: What?
- Sydney Briar: Kill me.
- [Kisses Grant]
- Sydney Briar: Kill is kiss. Kill is kiss. Kill is kiss. Ok. Ok, I feel better.
- Grant Mazzy: Let's get out of here.
- Sydney Briar: Where are we going?
- Grant Mazzy: I can't play by the establishment rules any longer. My patience is worn thin. We're breaking the limits, stealing cars, leaving the world behind to figure out what they believe is black and white.
- Sydney Briar: But what about...
- Grant Mazzy: What about what about? It's not a good anti-establisment way to begin a question.
- Sydney Briar: My name.
- Grant Mazzy: My name, too.
- Sydney Briar: Johnny Deadeyes.
- Grant Mazzy: Hmm. Lisa the Killer.
- Sydney Briar: Where we going, Johnny?
- Grant Mazzy: To a new place that isn't even there yet.
- Sydney Briar: And then?
- Grant Mazzy: Then we steal the loot and knock boots in the free world, baby.
- Sydney Briar: Ok. Ok, baby.
- Grant Mazzy: Shh!
- Laurel Ann: [Bandaging Sydney's hand] Are you listening to this?
- Sydney Briar: I'm really trying not to. I left my cell phone in the sound booth. I want to talk to the kids. When he's got them, he turns his cell phone off or doesn't pick up or - I don't know.
- Laurel Ann: He's a jerk.
- Sydney Briar: So, did anything, um, this crazy ever happen to you in Afghanistan?
- Laurel Ann: No, sir. Leave this situation I brought back in my head.
- Sydney Briar: What do you - what do you mean?
- Laurel Ann: I don't really know. I'm gonna go see if Mr. Mazzy's missing. Mi-missing. Missing. Missing. Missing? As in - I mean - I mean, Mr. Mazzy. Mr. Mazzy's missing, as in, cause he's not here.
- Sydney Briar: Well, honey, he's in the sound booth.
- Laurel Ann: Yeah, I know, I just - I'm gonna - I'm gonna go.
- [Begins imitating teakettle in trance like state]
- Sydney Briar: [Perplexed by Laurel-Ann, then sees man climbing in through window] Excuse me!
- Dr. Mendez: Sorry! Please, don't be alarmed! I am Dr. John Mendez. I have literally been crawling on my hands and knees throughout town, all over and, and -
- [notices Laurel-Ann]
- Dr. Mendez: Ok, oh. Don't - don't say anything. Ok. Oh, boy.
- Sydney Briar: She just started doing this.
- Dr. Mendez: Um, sorry, uh, I'm a doctor, um, we should step out.
- Sydney Briar: Laurel-Ann? Laurel-Ann, honey, are you okay?
- Dr. Mendez: No, no, no, no, no, no. It's terribly urgent that we keep moving. She'll follow our voices. We have to, uh - what's that?
- [Points to sound booth]
- Sydney Briar: It's the sound booth.
- Dr. Mendez: [Snaps fingers] Lifeboat! Let's go!
- Laurel Ann: [Snaps out of trance] Mr. M- M- Mr. Mendez is missing Mazzy. No, no, I'm missing Mazzy. I have to -
- [gasping]
- Laurel Ann: We have an enemy, sir.
- Grant Mazzy: Laurel-Ann, we've got an enemy.
- Sydney Briar: Ok, what's going on?
- [Hears people repeating her]
- Sydney Briar: Those are my words. Those are my words! What is going on?
- Grant Mazzy: Sydney, hey Sydney, listen.
- Sydney Briar: I'm scared!
- Grant Mazzy: Sydney, listen, I'm scared, too.
- [Notices she cut her hand]
- Grant Mazzy: Hey, Laurel-Ann, we got a first aid kit?
- Laurel Ann: Yeah, ok.
- Grant Mazzy: Sydney, focus here. Focus and look at me. Where are your kids?
- Sydney Briar: They're with him. They're in the city.
- Grant Mazzy: That's 100 kilometers away. They're safe, right?
- Sydney Briar: Oh, god, yeah.
- Grant Mazzy: They're safe. Ok. We got work to do. I'm going back on the radio. This is a heck of a shift, Sydney. What's up first?
- Sydney Briar: Obits.
- Grant Mazzy: Obits, ok, but I got nothing taped.
- Sydney Briar: Ok, we'll go live.
- Grant Mazzy: Live! Let's go!