是 抱歉戳破你的夏日热恋泡泡 兄弟
Yeah, sorry to burst your summer-loving bubble, mate,
but we're missing one of our young charges.
His name is Zack or something.
Well, are you sure you counted right?
Because based on your whiskey cologne,
-你怕是酒还没醒吧 -不 他没数错
- I think you're still drunk. - No, he's right.
Yeah, a girl is missing from our cabin, too,
even after I put the fear of God in them.
Obviously, there's something wrong with Constantine's booby trap.
Are you off your trolley, mate?
My spell was designed to keep the monsters from getting in,
not children getting out.
They must have snuck out in the middle of the night.
Snuck out? Why would they sneak out?
To make out, duh.
Well, I suppose we should notify the camp director.
Okay, guys, so...
Oh, don't worry about those kids.
They're gonna be just fine.
Uh, shouldn't we mount a search party or--
They couldn't have gotten too far.
Look, Freckles, this happens every year.
Kids under the influence of their hormones
go off into the woods at night.
Just watch. They'll eventually get hungry and tired,
and they'll come back.
Now go out there and do some counseling.
Well, someone gives precisely zero craps
about the safety of our campers.
I guarantee you one of these kids
knows where the other two went.
How can you be so sure?
Because when I was in camp,
we used to hide stuff from the counselors all the time.
We just need to figure out how to get them to talk.
Circle of trust creates a safe space
for us to share our secrets without judgment.
Now, take each other's hands.
- Now I want you-- - Yeah, sorry to butt in, lads.
But, uh, can I have a word with you for a second?
I want you to meditate on the word "Openness,"
and I'll be right back.
you're interrupting the flow.
Yeah, well, apologies to you and your flow,
but all of your psychobabble--
that ain't gonna cut the mustard with the young ones, mate.
Let me show you how it's done.
Right, then, which one of you whippersnappers
wants to be hypnotized?
Me, me, me, me!
Alexis, you and Lenise are besties, right?
We were partners in last year's talent show.
She didn't show up at roll call this morning.
I'm worried. Do you know where she might have gone?
好了 姑娘们 站起来
All right, ladies, on your feet.
站到床前 手放两侧 快
Report to the front of your bed, arms by your sides, now.
What is with the police lineup?
这是夏令营 不是新兵营 记得吧
This is summer camp, not boot camp, remember?
You are too soft on these kids.
Children crave authority.
Besides, my way will be quicker.
That's it. Look at my watch.
Now, where did your mate Zack run off to last night?
He didn't say.
But I hope he didn't go near the outdoor showers.
What's by the outdoor showers?
That's where I hid my Victoria's Secret catalog.
Your friend Lenise snuck out of the cabin last night.
And no one's going anywhere
until I find out where she went.
But the ice cream social is in, like, five minutes.
Well, then you better, like, start talking, Kiana,
or you're gonna have to scrape the bottom of the carton
for what's left.
Last night Zack said something
about meeting someone in the woods.
Where in the woods exactly?
A baseball field.
Only, there's no baseball field out there.
Well, that's all right. Keep digging.
He kept talking about making it to first base with a girl.
But who plays baseball in the dark?
She probably went to the same place your style went.
You could use a makeover, like, head to toe.
Ms. Tomaz, the prisoner is growing quite unruly.
Tell her to knock herself out.
I take that back.
Damn it, not on my watch.
Okay, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot.
It's just that you're wearing my friend's face,
and it's a little unsettling, given your...
I didn't love it at first when I got here,
but I found my place.
You can too.
Take a look in the mirror, sweetheart.
It's not my face that should be unsettling.
You're the one putting things in cages.
So how many girls has the missus made cry so far,
or have you lost count?
Ava's interrogation techniques aren't going to work on them.
They'd rather take their secrets to the grave than squeal.
Anything with the boys?
Oh, those boys aren't hiding a thing.
They're open books,
if those books were written by hapless fools, that is.
If I could just become one of them,
another 12-year-old camper,
I could get these girls to talk like that.
I do believe that you've just sparked an idea there, Ms. Lance.
End of the road, kid.
In your cage.
Bloke like you doesn't strike me as a jailer.
I believe we're more alike than you think.
You look like you've been on the inside.
And how do you sleep at night...
hanging out with these jailer mates of yours?
I made an additional list of suspects I want to question.
Look, I know that you just want them to have fun, all right?
But the fact of the matter is,
there is a monster out there hunting down these kids,
and these girls are stonewalling us, okay?