Crimson Cove (2026) Movie Script
1
(water sloshing)
(pensive music)
(water burbling and sloshing)
(waves crashing)
(people chattering)
(waves crashing)
(pensive music continues)
(artist vocalizing)
(water burbling)
[Child 1] Do you think
it's ever gonna go away?
[Child 2] What?
[Child 1] The stuff inside.
The stuff that hurts.
[Child 2] I don't
know. Maybe it doesn't.
(pensive music) (waves crashing)
(artist vocalizing)
(waves continue crashing)
(artist continues vocalizing)
(pensive music continues)
(birds chirping and squawking)
(feet thumping)
(birds squawking)
(feet thumps)
(feet clacking)
(prawns sloshing)
(artist vocalizing)
(money rustles)
(hand patting)
(feet clacking)
(engine roaring)
(feet clacking)
(vehicle whirring)
(engine roaring)
Oh, come on. (indistinct)
(vehicle humming)
Yeah!
(tires screeching)
What the fuck, mate?
(energetic music) (chuckles)
You're funny, genius.
You made me spill my breakfast.
Aw, you should've finished
it, motherfucker. (chuckles)
(vehicle whirring)
(tires screeching)
(doors thudding)
(lively music)
(waves crashing)
It's funny.
Aw, man. I'm sorry, buddy.
We'll get you a diaper next time.
Thank you, Papa.
You guys. I'm gonna need like 20 minutes
to sober up, I'm not gonna lie.
-20 minutes?
-Yeah.
I'll see you in 20 minutes then.
-Wash up.
-Wash up.
Wash up, wash up!
(waves crashing)
Hey. (hand slaps) Look at
these fucking idiots, man.
Hey, check out those rocks.
This place has got me.
(lively music) (waves crashing)
Hey, where's Matt?
Oh, I don't know.
He probably got lost
taking a piss or something.
You know how he is.
Well, mate, this is some big boy shit.
You sure you can handle it?
I don't know, man.
A little more than I'm used to, you know?
Plus I only got one board and one spine.
(snorts) You sure about the spine?
(smacks teeth) (hand pats)
You obviously left your
testicles back at the house.
Are you waiting for the children?
I'll see you out there.
Yeah. Yeah, you go ahead.
Don't wait on me though. Yeah.
(lively music) (waves crashing)
(upbeat music)
(waves crashing)
(upbeat music continues)
(waves crashing)
(upbeat music continues)
-Oh.
-Shit.
-Oh!
-Oh!
Yeah!
(waves crashing)
(upbeat music continues)
This douche bag's lining up like he owns
the fucking place.
Fucking tourists.
(waves crashing) (tense music)
That's my fucking set, asshole.
Didn't see your name on it.
-Outta the fucking way!
-Whoa-whoa.
(waves crashing) (tense music)
Why are you here?
(water sloshing)
Do you think this is
a fucking playground?
Mate, I think this is a fucking beach.
(water sloshing) (tense music)
Fuck!
Here. Take this as a souvenir.
Appreciate the hospitality.
(tense music) (water sloshing)
(waves crashing)
(bodies crashing)
(surfer grunts)
(waves crashing)
Get outta here, you Lil bitch.
That's right. Keep going.
(waves crashing)
(water sloshing)
(tense music continues)
(feet pattering)
Looking good, man. You lost some weight?
What?
Yeah, you lookin' real thin.
That's fucking offensive though-
- Yeah, dude. Your legs too.
They look like my legs.
You think we're a fucking joke?
Go get a hobby and a haircut.
(waves crashing)
-Come on. Hop on.
-On top?
Yeah. Hop on, come on.
-Yeah. (grunts)
-Let's go, motherfucker.
Go, one, two, three, go.
What are you idiots doing?
-Tom?
-Let's go.
Tell Mikey he looks skinny.
Don't fucking say it, Tom.
-You're skinny. Mikey.
-Oh, you motherfucker.
Get off!
(surfer spits)
Hey, I know your boys
wanna get in the water,
but, look, the waves are
pretty sketchy out there.
So what do you say we take
a little beach break. Huh?
Bring those chicken legs with ya.
Hey, guys, can we get some food?
Some calories, maybe some protein?
(Matt chuckles)
Hey, Matt, I don't-I don't
really look skinny, do I?
(lively music) (engine roaring)
Yeah.
(lively music continues)
(vehicle whirring)
(ground crackling)
Oh, hell no, man. You
invited your girlfriend?
Well, this is Matt's
bachelor party and she is...
She's what? Say it, she's what?
-She's clingy, man.
-Hi!
-Hey.
-Ah!
-I missed you.
-I missed you.
Yeah, can you help with the boards?
-Yeah.
-Yeah. Let's do it.
(lively music continues)
(lively music)
Oh, look at this.
You guys still warming the sand?
No, we're just pacing
ourselves, right, Tom?
Yeah, I mean, waves
ain't that great anyway.
Really? They look pretty good to me.
What do you think, Al?
Yeah, I think we'll
show 'em how it's done.
Here. Hold these.
(glasses clicking)
(lively music)
(waves crashing)
(lively music continues)
(lively music continues)
Yo, Matty, you got a
couple of great waves
out there, dude.
Yeah, bro. You killed it.
Yes, sir.
(Mike chuckles) (lively music)
Bro?
Yeah?
These chicks surf so
much better than me.
[Tom] Dude, a mule
surfs better than you?
[Mike] Fuck you, Tom.
(Tom chuckles)
What's the matter? Never
seen a girl surf before?
Honestly, no. Not like that.
That's 'cause you surf like a girl.
(Tara laughs)
Is he always this charming?
(lively music)
What's the matter, bro?
Ah, just my shoulder, man.
It's just playing up. I can
do a beer and a Tylenol.
I'll be good.
Fuck yeah, bro. I got you.
Dude, whatever you've
got, I do not want.
Yeah, you do.
Maybe a little.
(Mike chuckles) (lively music)
(people chattering)
(ambient music)
Hey, cheers.
How you feeling?
Dude, I'm sore.
Oh, yeah? Well, you're in luck.
Don't ask what I did to
get. But it was sexual.
You owe me.
(Mike slurps)
We appreciate you putting
this together, man.
Yeah, we all needed this.
I know Matt's gonna need it,
'cause he just ruined his life, bro.
I know, dude, I went
through that chaos already.
-Yeah.
-Man, I just hope you guys
have a bloody good time, honestly.
I don't even care if we get a surfer.
Surfer anytime I want now.
That's true.
I love you, man.
Come on, man.
One sip, you got the I love you mans?
Don't go all down under
on me, mate. (slurps)
(glass clatters)
Ah, shit!
-Yo, Blondie.
-Yo, Matt,
-you trying to hit that?
-Hey, girls.
-Hey.
-Let daddy work.
God damn, are those space pads?
-Hey, babe.
-'Cause your ass
-is outta this world.
-Hey.
You want some shots? I got it.
Coldest beer you got
and maybe a little mercy.
Just for today.
(ambient music)
(people chattering)
I'ma try not just steal this one.
-Yeah, thanks. Cheers.
-Cheers.
Hey, guys.
-Hmm?
-Mikey.
-Hey.
-Hey, boys.
Hey, buddy.
I got some extra girly shots for real.
I will take one. Thank
you, (chuckles) cheers.
(people chattering)
Mm.
(Tom coughs)
-Wow.
-I'm Allison.
Tom, this is Mikey.
You obviously know Nick.
And this is Matt, our
bachelor extraordinaire.
What fishermen do I
have to blow around here
to get a beer?
Hi, I'm Tara.
Hi. I'm a fisherman.
(chuckles) Can I get a beer?
In other news, boys,
I pulled the trigger
on that place in town today.
-Oh.
-You guys need anything?
Uh, we're waiting on a couple beers.
-Beers on the way.
-And shot.
-And shots.
-You sure you wanna buy
a house around here, dude?
Fucking smells like a fish pussy.
[Matt] Pretty sure that's just
the wind blowing your breath
back in your face, bro. (chuckles)
[Tom] It's got character.
Don't worry. You're not indicted.
Ooh.
I'm gonna need a card first for the tab.
Ah, the language of love.
-Oh.
-There's one.
Bless your hearts.
Oh, she could spank me.
(sighs) love this town.
Cheers, boys, girls.
(cups clinking) (feet clacking)
(lips smacking)
You went surfing?
(scoffs) You asshole. You
were supposed to come see me.
It's been two weeks.
I had to get in the water
before all the cooks did.
(scoffs) They think they're
hot shit. Right, city boy?
Ignore him. He's harmless.
Mal, this one's on the house.
Next time, don't keep me waiting so long.
(ambient music)
(people chattering)
Cheers, and welcome to Crimson Cove.
(cup clinks) Thanks, dude.
(people chattering)
(ambient music)
(hand slaps)
Seriously, I've been on
my boat for two weeks.
(chuckles) Just heckling, is all.
Just fucking with you city boys.
I'm gonna get another beer.
(Mal sighs)
(Luna whines and barks)
Luna, come here, you fucker.
Good girl. Yeah.
No, no, no. You get
that flea bag out of here.
Come on, you heard me, Luna.
Take Mal outside. Good girl.
Smart dog.
(Luna whining) (feet clacking)
Outside.
(feet scratching and clacking)
Come on, Luna. Come on, girl.
Yeah, she actually
has a really cool trick.
You wanna see it?
Oh, come on. You're not
afraid of a puppy, are you?
Come on. It'll be fun.
It's nice out there. Come on, let's go.
(people chattering)
(feet scratching)
(person laughing)
Come on. She doesn't bite.
(crickets chirping)
(fire crackling)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(ground crackling)
(dramatic music) (Luna barking)
[Mal] Luna, through, through!
Yeah, through. Good girl, good girl.
Cute dog.
She gets it.
She's family, she belongs.
I get your point.
Do you?
Have a good night?
You have a good night.
(crickets chirping)
(people chattering)
Look at these pussies.
Board shorts and daddy's credit card,
makes me fucking sick.
(group laughing)
You guys (indistinct)
Is he always like that?
-Hello?
-Yeah. I'm Sorry.
I didn't know you were talking to me.
Yeah, hi, Allison, talking to you.
-Hi.
-Tom.
You okay?
Yeah, I just, I hurt my shoulder,
so just a bit sore.
Ah.
Yeah.
So you guys are on
a bachelor party trip?
Yeah, something like that.
This clown is getting married.
Mm-hmm, well, not much of a boys trip
if you guys invited us, is it?
No, (chuckles) not.
You didn't invite us, did you?
Not exactly.
Ugh, that is something
Kathy would totally do.
I mean, to be fair,
I think Nick had
something to do with that.
Uh-huh.
(snorts) And then there's
Tara who always has
to have a worshiper in her
sphere on every adventure.
[Tom] Mm-hmm.
She's something.
Yeah.
(ambient music)
Like (indistinct).
Hmm. Yeah.
(chuckles) What took you so long?
I was gone like five
minutes and I got us weed,
although only half a joint.
But the boys are building
a bonfire down the beach
and invited us.
-What's wrong with here?
-Oh, I'm totally in.
I'll grab the marshmallows.
Bro, marshmallows? What are we, a camp?
Dude, get a 12 pack, stupid.
[Tom] We're not exactly welcome.
[Tara] What? They're nice.
They just gave us free drugs
and inviting us for a bonfire.
Sure they're a little-
(glass shatters)
Yeah!
Posers don't last long around here.
Hey, we can't be posers.
You know we can't surf.
Tom, he must be talking
to you, man. (chuckles)
(ambient music)
Look, this is a small town.
It's late. They're drunk.
We're strangers. The fight
is expected at this point.
Let's just take it back to the camp.
What? No, boo.
Come on.
Hey, losers?
(lively music)
(lighter scratches)
(crickets chirping)
(ground crunching)
Sister.
(crickets chirping)
(hand patting)
Beautiful out there, right?
Lightning storm, yeah?
You ever been out there
in a lightning storm?
The fish are going crazy. Freaking out.
Lightning over the whole ocean.
And the sky breaks over you
and you're out there just all alone.
(snorts) Fucking crazy, man.
How many seconds today?
Don't wanna fuck up.
Nine seconds, it's all fucked up.
It was 11 seconds,
straight west cross made today.
Made it kinda bumpy.
Not that I'm making excuses.
Hey, do you know where
we can get any Molly
-or any other drugs?
-Hey.
-Good question.
-We're leaving.
-What?
-We're leaving.
Why? I wanna go to the bonfire.
-Let's go.
-We don't even know
the other (indistinct).
See you out there.
-See ya there.
-You know it.
[Tara] What else are we gonna do?
Buck, find out where they're staying.
Are we going or... Woo.
You, come with me. (lips smacking)
Now you want me?
(door clatters and squeaks)
(tense music) (Amanda groaning)
(lips smacking)
(tense music)
(Amanda chuckling)
What?
(tense music) (Mal groans)
(tense music continues)
(tense music)
Mal, (indistinct) no, easy.
Mal, no, stop, stop it.
Mal, god damn it!
What the fuck was that? What...
Huh, what the fuck was that?
No, don't touch me. What
the hell is wrong with you?
You don't bring that shit
to me, you understand?
-Fuck you.
-Go fucking deal with it.
(hand slaps) Get out!
Get out.
(dramatic music)
(door clatters) (bell dinging)
Tom, they got that liquor
I was telling you about.
What is it?
Actually I don't even
want know what it is.
I'm trying to make coffee
so that we can just all
get back to the cabin.
[Mike] And you're still scared of it?
[Tom] Okay. What's in it?
Weed and liquor at the same time.
It turns out it's smart
as you are. Take it back.
Yeah. You wanna try it?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
(tense music)
(Matt growling)
(Allison laughing)
Protect us. (lips smacking)
-Getting both.
-And hold that.
-Sure.
-And pay for it. (chuckles)
I'm finna to pin up your ass.
(ambient music) (Tom slurps)
Yo, son.
Cheap cunt.
(ambient music continues)
(cashier speak indistinctly)
(bottles knocking)
(ambient music continues)
(ground crunching)
(lighter scratches)
(crickets chirping)
What the fuck you looking at?
Not much.
What you say to me?
You heard me, bitch.
(limbs thudding) (Mike grunting)
Kung fu, motherfucker!
(crickets chirping)
(Luna growling)
(Luna barking) (paws pattering)
Whoa! It's a fucking dog!
(speakers drowning out one another)
Hey, hey, roo, roo.
Good girl, yay.
Good dog. Come on, Luna.
Hey, come on. Come on, come on.
Come on, in the car. There you go.
There you go. Good girl.
Mikey, what the fuck happened?
Go and get the fuck in the car.
-What are you doing?
-What, he fell.
He fell like this in my (indistinct).
What happened?
(doors thudding)
(engine whines and roars)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
(mellow music)
(Allison laughing)
Good times.
(speaking indistinctly)
Matt? (speaking indistinctly)
(mellow music continues)
(group chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(door clatters)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Tara sniffing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(children laughing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(bottle clinking)
(hand slaps)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Mal screaming)
About the truth even though
Come on, Nick. Get up, baby.
It's shot time.
You're disturbing my penmanship.
Dude, just five minutes, man. Oh my God-
- Calm down, Nick. Calm down.
Not on a bachelor's trip,
baby. That's the rules.
Let me rest my eyes, bro.
Oh.
-Oh!
-I'm sorry. What'd you say?
I can't hear you with all
that tequila in your mouth.
What'd you say?
[Nick] Five minutes? Oh!
Look, Matt was dead an hour ago.
Man, look at him. There's
nothing you can do.
Come on.
No, no. I'm gonna fucking throw up.
Where you going?
(Nick retches) (vomit sloshing)
(group cheering and laughing)
Pussy.
Let's go surfing.
Yeah.
Um, guys, it's, uh, 03:00 AM.
Vampire surfing. Lemme get my head lamp.
(light clicks)
Yeah.
Just keeping in different
Oh, perfect. Yeah.
That'll never come off. Do
you ever wipe 'em? (laughing)
I'll never wipe 'em.
No, that'll mean you
have to stand up first.
Fuck you. I'll wear it under my hood.
Genius.
(Mike gasps) (hand slaps)
(Mike snickers)
(upbeat music)
It's not quite violins, but.
Oh god.
Hey, that's not your wife.
You got your ops but it's
cops that'll get you shot
You better watch
I been in the
(tape cracking)
(hand pats)
There you go, buddy. (groans)
Oh, baby. Are you okay?
I'ma be okay. I'll be all right.
(Kathy retches)
Whoa. (laughs) I told
you not to bring her.
I'm sorry. Oh.
[Nicks] Oh, fuck you, Mikey. (coughs)
(Mike laughing)
(suspenseful music)
(crickets chirping)
-I'm sorry. (lips smacking)
-Oh, (chuckles)
Now you're sorry?
It's too fucking late for that. You know?
You're fucking pathetic.
That's what you are. You're
supposed to be on my side.
What? What you gonna do?
You didn't do anything, right? Nothing!
You're sorry? That's just...
(suspenseful music)
(frame clatters)
Just fucking... (glass shatters)
Fucking disgusting. That's what you are.
(suspenseful music)
Hi. Hiding out already?
Yeah. I just needed a minute.
For what?
You don't like parties
with drunk duct taped guys?
You know, Mikey can be
a real genius sometimes.
Oh, so is that just the booze talking
or did I sense a little
lean in back there?
Because I know I smell really good,
but I'm pretty sure I heard
Matt mention something
about a wife.
Are you married?
No, I'm not married. Not anymore.
Ah, gotcha.
She, uh, wasn't the
easiest person to be with.
I mean, neither was I.
I guess you could say
it ended pretty ugly.
Okay, well, explain ugly.
Well, it was definitely
more than just yelling
and throwing things.
She always made me feel like
I couldn't do anything right.
We held on for far too long
and by the time it ended, I
didn't even recognize myself.
Well, you can't hold onto that forever.
At some point, you do have
to let that go. Move on.
It is a bachelor party. Come
on, lighten up. (chuckles)
All right. We're getting
you outta this funk,
because you're giving me "Cabin
in the Woods" vibes here.
-Oh, yeah, sorry.
-All right. Let's Cheers.
What do we-what do we cheers to?
Cheers to "Cabin in the Woods" vibes.
(Al and Tom chuckling)
(glass clinks)
Cheers to letting go. Not holding on.
I like that. Cheers to letting go-
- And cheers to the misfit circus inside
who always seem to keep
things interesting.
Woo!
(Tom chuckles)
(Allison chuckles)
Speaking of interesting,
are you at all concerned about the locals?
Concerned? Yeah.
But we're not gonna let it ruin our trip.
Yeah, at least that makes one of us.
Allison, I will keep a keen eye out
for fishermen with pitch forks.
(laughs) Really? You
would do that for me?
Yes.
Aw.
Although I think it's surf boards,
which I hear can be pretty dangerous.
Yeah.
Get outta here. Get outta here. (chuckles)
(fire crackling) (Mal panting)
(tense music) (Mal panting)
(material rustling)
I'm getting on my wet
suit and... (grunts)
Yes, sir.
Whoa, dear. Hey.
(Matt thuds) (ambient music)
Get these off. Oh yeah.
(bed creaking)
I wish I was marrying you instead.
Prove it.
(Matt chuckling)
(door clattering)
-Whoa.
-What the fuck?
-I'm sorry.
-Oh my God.
You always do this look.
Like, pick someone else.
Tom, Tom, Tom is single.
Oh, I can tell you like
him. I'm being your friend.
Oh my God. Oh my god,
like, what is th...
Put-put a shirt on.
(feet clacking) (ambient music)
(gown flutters)
Come, patrol soldiers.
Let's get our fucking surf on.
I'm taking the Jeep!
[Tara] No one cares.
(door clattering)
I'm taking it anyway.
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(lighter scratches)
(tense music continues)
(ground crunching)
(tense music continues)
(door thuds)
(engine whines and roars)
(vehicle whirring)
(tense music continues)
(coffee sloshing)
(Tom slurping)
(tense music continues)
(feet clacking) (wood cracking)
How you feeling, buddy?
Oh, I can can't feel my fucking hand.
Yeah, well, we amputated.
-Oh, (clears throat)
-where's-uh, where's my Jeep?
What, you remember that?
Yeah, I heard you take it.
(Nick retches)
Can you just fucking take me out of here?
(chuckles) I-I think you're safer there.
Shut the fuck up!
Get up, surf now!
Okay. Bring the ocean here.
I swear I'll go in.
Hey, I think we killed Nick.
Where's Matt?
Jail?
The girls?
Pf, I dunno.
Oh, hey.
(urine pattering)
(speaking indistinctly)
(flesh slaps) (door clatters)
I'm here.
(door thuds)
Come on, hold on.
(door clatters)
(door thuds) (tense music)
(engine whines and roars)
(waves crashing) (ominous music)
(water sloshing)
(waves crashing)
(water splashing)
(waves crashing)
Fuck, guys, this is starting to hurt.
(door clattering)
Kathy?
(feet clacking)
(eerie music) (knife scratches)
(eerie music)
You need to get some
better friends, buddy.
(door creaks)
Huh, nice of them to clean up.
(Tara screams) (group screams)
What the fuck?
(knife scratches)
(killer grunts)
(ominous music)
(waves crashing)
(water splashing)
(birds squawking)
(ominous music continues)
(waves crashing)
Dude, you gonna help
me pack this shit up
or are you gonna keep kicking that thing
-around like an idiot?
-Yeah. I got it, hold on.
Almost got this.
(item popping)
Wait, where the fuck is Matt now?
I don't know.
He probably went to get
a beer or something.
Dude, I told you not to
let him wander off again.
Why do I have to be the babysitter?
Ugh, I feel like your
mother. Go and get him.
Fuck, I'll go look.
(Mike panting)
(ominous music continues)
Yeah, okay.
Oh, shit, what...
Is it? (feet scratching)
-Slut, get over here.
-Hey, I didn't find Matt,
but it's okay.
I got this.
Are you kidding me?
(vehicle whirring)
(ground crackling)
(door clatters)
(ground crackling)
Bro, I am not kidding.
She grabbed my head and shoved
it straight into her titties.
-You think they're real?
-Yo, Nick?
Got tequila. (chuckles) Ooh, fuck.
Fucking disgusting.
(chair screeches and creaks)
Yo, boys, he's not in there.
-Huh?
-A fugitive?
-Lemme get my sword.
-No, for real though.
There's blood on the toilet seat.
So either he got his period
or they cut him when they were untied.
What if they cut him
and they're probably at the hospital?
I'll shoot him a text.
Yeah, but the girls
Jeep's still out back.
I guess they called an ambulance.
Oh, yeah, bright spot.
They called an ambulance and all got in.
Exactly.
(Tom snorts)
-I'ma us the ladies' room.
-No, me first.
Asshole.
Girls, y'all in here together?
Well, boys, if they're having a threesome,
it ain't in there.
-Ooh.
-Can I have it?
I'll trade you for a beer.
All yours, baby.
-Yes. All yours.
-That's Allison
(can hisses and pops)
Go, move.
(Tara panting)
Go. (hand slaps) I said go.
(leaves crunching)
What is happening, Nick?
Nick, what is happening, Nick?
(whimpers) Um, um.
(clears throat)
I- I-I-I-I think I-I
recognize you from last night
at the fire.
You-you were so hot,
but I-I didn't get a
chance to talk to you.
Look, um, you guys, you totally scared us.
Is there a, like,
maybe something that we could, like,
we could do so that you'll let us go?
You fucking kidding me?
On your knees.
Everyone get down on your fucking knees!
Yeah, you wanna have a little fun?
Little thrill-seeking
weekend warriors, right?
Bag some waves, some locals. Fuck you.
[Person] (laughs) We don't
have an ambulance here.
Takes about an hour.
Comes up from the city.
All right? Okay, well,
where's the hospital then?
Where they park the fuck ambulance.
Haven't you been paying attention, kid?
Our bloody Nick has
been missing for fucking-
- Whoa, enough with the cursing.
Fuck, what the fuck
is wrong with this town?
Hey, why don't you just
fucking pack your stuff
and get the fuck outta my cabin?
You know what? Fuck you.
Have fun cleaning up our shit.
I got your credit card numbers.
Yeah. We'll see how far that gets you.
(phone beeps)
-Fuck that guy.
-Did you ask
if they have a titty bar?
You don't fucking belong
here. None of you do.
You never fucking did.
-Fuck this guy.
-This ain't a
fucking vacation-(Nick screams)
(Tara screams) (ear slaps)
(spade clinks)
(spade swooshes and thuds)
No!
(lively music)
Look, we've been looking
for our friends all day.
So have you or your inbred
boyfriend seen them?
Are you serious?
Oh, you think you're hot shit, don't you?
What, like you're better than us?
That's exactly why he is the way he is.
So fuck you and your stupid friends.
I didn't mean it.
She said fuck you.
You want me to back that up?
Jesus fucking Christ.
Is everybody in this town like this?
We're looking for our friend. He's hurt.
We don't care.
Y'all better get the hell outta here.
You know what? Fuck you!
-Relax, Mike.
-No. Fuck that.
-And fuck of all.
-Chill, chill, chill.
Yeah, he's right.
Fuck these guys.
(lively music)
(fists thudding)
(people grunting)
(beer sloshing and pattering)
(limbs thud) (people grunting)
(sirens wailing)
This some bullshit.
I forbid any of you to get married again.
Matt, this is your fault.
Get in the car.
Hey, keep 'em flinched in the shower,
tough guy. (hand slaps)
Man, that lock's broken.
Get in the front.
This is bullshit. Bail me out, bro.
I can't miss the wedding, bro.
Bail me me out, okay?
Be a good boy.
(door thuds)
Uh, officer?
Yeah?
Will you let us know
if you hear anything?
I will absolutely give you a call.
And I'm sure they're fine.
And by the way, I get
what's going on here.
I'm not from Crimson
Cove. I'm from Graymont.
Good to know.
Hey, so where do we pick him up
from when we wanna bail him out?
Graymont. (gulping)
Great. Thank you.
(door thuds) (victim whimpers)
You fucking cut her.
You hit him with a fucking shovel.
Because you let him
tackle you, fucking pussy.
I had it under control.
You don't have shit under control.
Look at this. Does
this look handled to you?
This is your fault.
(Kathy whimpering)
My hearing. (whimpering and sobbing)
(Mal grunting)
Fucking Buck.
(vehicle whirring)
This is bullshit.
Settle down, kid. This
is just a formality.
We'll do a little paperwork.
You'll be on your way.
(energetic music)
You know, I saw what you did back there.
You knocked that fool out!
I knocked that motherfucker out cold.
(officer snickering)
He's a fucking asshole.
You know he's got 10 kids though?
That's lot of mouth to feed.
Damn.
Kinda makes you feel
sorry for him, isn't it?
[Mike] Kinda does.
(officer laughing)
Don't feel bad. He's an asshole.
I'd probably be an asshole too.
(officer snickering)
You know, back in the day,
I would've had your number though.
(smacks teeth) Get the fuck outta here.
Yeah, I was a fighter.
-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.
I still would've fucked you up.
(snickering) Yeah,
you're probably right.
(Mike chuckles)
You know, you know the only
thing that really helps me
wind down after a good scrap?
-Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.
-That's not cool, man.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, you're probably right.
We should probably get rid of it.
(chuckles) Yeah. All right.
Yeah!
-Yeah.
-Hell yeah.
Right. (lighter scratches)
(weed sizzles)
(vehicle whirring)
Just stay fucking still.
I need to think,
Mal, he's fucking dying.
I'm all right, city
boys, remember? Oh, fuck.
What's up with Tara?
(blood sloshing) (Nick groans)
She's hot. (chuckles)
(tense music) (Nick crashes)
Fuck, Mal.
(tense music continues)
(Kathy whimpering)
(tense music continues)
[Buck] Oh, shit, Mal.
Mal, this is fucking bad, man.
This is really fucking bad, Mal.
What are we gonna do? This is...
Jesus, dude. Oh my God.
What the f... Mal?
I need you to settle down.
(tense music continues)
(Tara whimpers)
(shovel thuds) (Kathy screaming)
What the fuck?
(blood squirting)
No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.
(shovel thuds) (flesh crunching)
Oh my God. What the...
Help!
Go get her.
(ground crunching)
(Allison panting)
Wait, wait, stop!
It was an accident.
(vehicle whirring)
Hey, who's your friend
that's getting married?
Getting married?
You know he's about
to ruin his life, right?
Listen, I told him.
And I told him and I
told him and I told him.
He's a fucking idiot,
but I-I love that guy.
That's fair. We all
got one of those idiots.
Yeah.
(vehicle whirring)
Hey, hey, wait.
Hey, there's my... Hey, that's Allison.
- Hey, hey, hey-
- Hey, wait. No.
-Hey, Allison!
-Calm down.
Hey, let's just stop the car, bro.
-Calm... Settle down!
-Allison!
Hey, don't touch that handle!
(tires screeching)
Allison!
Get back in the car.
You see her, don't you?
I said that back in the car.
Get back in the fucking car.
(tense music) (Allison panting)
(gun fires) (flesh pops)
(Allison gasps)
(eerie music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(Allison screams)
(ground crackling)
Hey, freeze! Drop your fucking weapon.
Drop it. Get on your knees.
Get on your fucking knees.
It was a fucking accident,
man. It was a fucking accident.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Allison whines)
Fuck!
-We could bury him.
-Fuck-
(gun fires) (officer grunts)
(weapon thuds) (flesh crunching)
Jesus fucking Christ, Mal.
You said we were just gonna stab him.
Too late for feelings.
(suspenseful music)
I got you, little brother.
(crickets chirping)
(ground crackling)
Is anyone home?
[Resident] Go away. (indistinct)
Hello? (panting)
Oh my God. Help, please,
help, help. (sobbing)
Do you remember the time I
had the hiccups for three days?
Mm, that was so funny.
I know.
Brutal.
Fuck, it's such a small town.
You wouldn't think it'd be so hard
to track down Nick's dumb arse.
What happened to the girls?
-Help me, please.
-What's going on?
Fuck off!
(Allison whimpering and panting)
(door clattering)
(Allison grunts)
(feet clacking)
(Allison panting)
(door clattering)
(Allison grunts)
Did I tell you what
Trisha's parents got us
for the wedding?
-No.
-Jet skis.
-What?
-Yeah.
(crickets chirping)
(ground crackling)
(wood creaks)
Please help me. My
friends are in the woods.
We were just attacked.
Please help me. I want help.
No, I really need your help.
No, no. Don't close the door, please.
I didn't even know
she had that much money?
(scoffs) What do you think I'm doing?
-Oh, that's true.
-Her parents
are fucking loaded.
Well, you're not
marrying her for a looks.
That's for sure.
(Matt laughing)
(crickets chirping)
[Resident] Porch, or
I'll call the fucking cops.
Please. (whimpers)
[Resident] Get off my porch.
(Allison whimpering)
She does have some nice jubblies on her.
Oh yeah, I know.
Did I ever show you those pictures?
Y'all skating off the ice
Like y'all hitting the puff, sheesh
-Petty shots
-Tom?
Wait, wait, wait. No,
no, wait, wait, wait!
(Allison crashes)
I got the ace tucked away
Should we go back to the yak shack?
See if there's someone home?
Yak shack? That is a good idea.
They're probably back there
getting high as we speak.
-Perhaps even topless.
-Like damn
(door clicks) (Tom burps)
That stinks.
Nick?
Tara?
Well, they're not here and
he hasn't responded to my text.
But let's make sure we
pack up all our shit
so that hick super host
doesn't steal our stuff.
Don't he have your credit card though?
Ex-wife's.
Oh, you devil.
Ooh, double trouble.
Yes, sir.
I should buy some more
shit on that card though
before she cancels it.
You deserve it. Cheers, mate.
(can popping and hissing)
(door clattering)
What the fuck? (siren beeping)
Oh my god, he's getting close.
-Allison?
-Open this.
-What the fuck?
-They're all fucking dead.
They're all fucking dead.
(gun fires) (wood crashes)
Get out the fucking door.
Go, go, go, out the door, out the door.
Out the door, go.
-Fuck.
-Fuck.
(flesh crunches) (Matt grunts)
Get the fuck up. Get up!
In the bedroom, bedroom, bedroom!
(Allison panting) (door thuds)
Fuck off, cunt! Fuck off!
Listen, you've got half a minute, maybe.
You need to get out the window.
-Wait, what?
-He's not joking.
You need to get out the fucking window.
(window scratches and knocks)
Oh, fuck, it's high.
I'll go first. I'll lower you down.
(eerie music)
Get.
Quick.
(Allison panting)
Let's go, let's go, let's go. Come on.
-Buck?
-Fuck.
Take my hand.
(door clattering)
(fist thuds)
(Matt whines and coughs)
(eerie music)
Where are the rest of 'em?
They jumped out the
window, but I got this one.
(Allison whimpers)
(eerie music)
Fuck you, fuck him.
What are you waiting for?
Fuck.
(ominous music)
No.
No, buddy, no.
No, no, no.
(flesh crunching) (Matt whining)
(suspenseful music)
You did good.
Fuck you, Shania Twain
(gun fires)
(Allison screams)
(suspenseful music)
(hand pants)
(artist vocalizing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Tom and Allison panting)
(ominous music)
(Allison panting)
(spade thudding) (tense music)
(Allison screaming)
Hey, what are you
doing? Come on. (panting)
Okay. I'm calling the cops.
Allison? (Allison grunts)
-Cop killed Mikey.
-What are you doing?
They're not on our side.
They're hunting us.
(ground crunching)
Fuck, I think I know where they'll be.
(energetic music)
Gentlemen. Great job
today, boys, cheers.
[Group] Cheers.
-They've gotta be here.
-I keep telling you,
there is- They've gotta be here.
(feet thumping)
They must have 'em inside.
Only two left, bro.
Close the bridge, trap 'em.
We should take care of this.
Nah, nah, nah. Just relax.
You've been busy. Take a seat.
We got this.
Two left? What the fuck does that mean?
(hand knocking)
Hey, get in.
What are you doing?
It is either us or them. Get in.
Fuck.
(door clattering)
(engine whines and roars)
Come on, boys.
(crickets chirping)
(ground crackling)
(brakes squeaking)
(engine roaring)
(tense music) (engine rumbling)
(tense music)
(vehicle clattering)
Fuck!
(tires screeching)
(engine roaring)
(engine whining)
Come on. (hand knocking)
(engine whining)
(Allison grunting) (fist thuds)
Bitch. (grunting)
You think you're fucking good enough-
(weapon thuds) (tense music)
(Allison grunts)
(weapon thudding)
Allison, Allison, enough, that's enough!
-No!
-That's enough!
-No.
-That's enough.
(Allison grunts)
(tense music continues)
(sheet fluttering)
Look.
(tense music) (hand slaps)
(tense music continues)
Fuck, fuck!
(gun caulks)
Fuck you, fuck this.
(gun fires) (blood squirts)
(vehicle whirring)
(pensive music)
(suspenseful music)
Malcolm? (panting)
They killed Nate.
What?
-Nate?
-He's dead.
I'll handle this.
No, wait.
Buck?
Buck, you have to go after him.
He's not safe. Go on!
(suspenseful music)
(person speaks indistinctly)
(sirens wailing)
(door knocking)
Hello, please.
What do you want?
Can you pass me a phone?
-I don't want no bullshit.
-Please.
(suspenseful music)
(door clattering)
(Allison grunting)
(weapon thuds)
(gun fires) (body crashes)
Really? Fuck, Tom.
Now what?
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music continues)
(cuffs scratching)
-Hello, mate.
-Oh, shit.
Where's Mal and Buck?
Dude, how the fuck should I know?
Wait. No, no, no-(gun fires)
(person crashes)
(person screams)
(person gulping and groaning)
(fist thuds)
(suspenseful music continues)
Shit! (gun fires)
(wires buzzing and crackling)
(ground crunching)
(feet clacking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Amanda panting)
(siren wailing) (brake squeaks)
Shit.
You lost her.
Yeah.
So what's next?
(dramatic music)
Home, please.
(vehicle whirring)
(dramatic music)
That was great, babe.
(sighs) Yeah. Not for me.
Didn't really finish.
(sighs) You drink too much.
I feel bad about that bitch
on the porch earlier today.
I feel like I shoulda opened the door.
Well, why the fuck wouldn't you?
'Cause I'm lazy and she
seemed like a lot of work.
Seems pretty valid.
-Where's Malcolm and Buck?
-What the fuck?
Where are they? (weapon thuds)
Tell me where the fuck they are
and you don't need to see them-
- They're out drinking
somewhere. I don't know.
You don't tell 'em shit!
(bones cracking)
-I don't know.
-You'll fucking die.
You understand?
(knife scratches)
(person crashes)
(dramatic music)
You're pretty.
(suspenseful music)
(door thuds) (vehicles humming)
When is it gonna end, Mal?
When I say it ends,
Man, we could get outta here, you know?
We could just get on the boat.
We go to Cuba, we go to Mexico.
-Whatever.
-Hey, stop being a baby.
Mal, pull over.
Mal, pull over. I'm gonna... (retches)
(vehicle whirring)
(ground crunching)
(Buck retching and coughing)
I'm done, Mal. (coughs)
Fine. I'll finish it myself.
You ain't ready to handle
your own shit anyway.
(Buck coughing)
(door thuds)
(tires screeching)
(vehicles humming)
(eerie music)
Move, where the fuck is Mal?
Fuck you, you and your
whore girlfriend wouldn't
even be alive if it wasn't for me.
(gun thuds) (Buck spits)
Say it again!
Shoulda left when you had the chance.
Where the is your brother?
Mal's never gonna stop.
(wind swooshing) (gun clatters)
(hand slaps) (waves crashing)
(water splashing and sloshing)
(Buck screaming)
(water burbling)
(fist thudding) (water burbling)
(waves crashing)
(feet scratching)
(feet clacking) (Tom panting)
(Allison panting) (Tom sighs)
It's done.
(Allison and Tom panting)
Two left.
(vehicle whirring)
(tires screeching)
(vehicle crashes)
(tires screeching)
(Allison thuds and groans)
(ominous music)
(Allison groaning)
What you want, huh?
(Mal grunts)
(fist thuds) (Mal grunts)
(Allison groaning)
(ominous music)
(ground crackling and scratching)
Wake up! (fist thuds)
Get up.
(Tom coughing and grunting)
Get up.
(waves crashing)
(birds squawking)
Your people are a goddam infestation.
You don't belong here and you never did.
So get the fuck up or I'll
paint the sand with her brains.
(gun fires)
You're fucking insane!
(ominous music)
Get your fucking board.
You wanted to ride our waves?
Go ahead,
Mal, just finish it. What are you doing?
What is this?
You were always soft.
(ominous music) (waves crashing)
(hand thuds) (Tom whining)
(waves crashing) (ominous music)
Look at that, beautiful.
(waves crashing)
11 seconds, perfect.
(board thuds) (Mal groans)
(water splashing)
(water burbling)
(gun firing) (waves crashing)
(water burbling)
Looks like your boyfriend's dead.
Fuck you.
You're next.
Amanda, listen to me.
Mal is delusional.
He doesn't care about you.
You're gonna be next.
He left his brother out as bait.
You're lying.
(sighs) You don't have to do this.
You can stop it, please.
You can fight back.
(waves crashing)
Is it true? Where's Buck?
Where is he?
Almost done. Baby, only one more to go.
No, you didn't do it-
-I fix it.
-You killed him, didn't you?
-I fixed it?
-No, you killed him.
I fixed it. I fixed it.
(chuckles) They don't understand.
It's just family. You and me forever.
It's just family, baby.
I stopped it. (mumbles)
(knife thuds) (Amanda grunts)
(tense music)
(hand slaps)
(Amanda gasping and gulping)
Mal? (gasping and gulping)
(Mal screaming)
(Amanda gasping and gulping)
(Mal screaming)
(Amanda gasping and gulping)
(tense music) (waves crashing)
Amanda, Amanda!
(fist thud) (Tom grunts)
For just fucking wrecking fucking Mikey,
Nick, (panting) Matt.
Just fucking wrecking me life!
(Allison panting)
(waves crashing)
(Tom grunts) (waves crashing)
(Tom panting)
(Tom chuckles) (Tom panting)
(Allison grunts) (spade thuds)
(Allison grunting)
(flesh mushing)
(spade scratching) (Tom panting)
(dramatic music)
(waves crashing)
(water burbling)
(dramatic music continues)
Do we get rid of these?
Maybe not just yet.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(children speaking indistinctly)
(dramatic music continues)
(children chattering)
Do you think it's ever gonna go away?
What?
The stuff inside. The stuff that hurts.
I dunno. Maybe it doesn't.
That's kind of sad.
Maybe it's not about it going away.
Maybe it's about carrying
it so it doesn't crush you.
But what if it does?
Then make sure it
doesn't crush anyone else.
You promise?
I'll try.
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
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(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(dramatic music continues)
(water sloshing)
(pensive music)
(water burbling and sloshing)
(waves crashing)
(people chattering)
(waves crashing)
(pensive music continues)
(artist vocalizing)
(water burbling)
[Child 1] Do you think
it's ever gonna go away?
[Child 2] What?
[Child 1] The stuff inside.
The stuff that hurts.
[Child 2] I don't
know. Maybe it doesn't.
(pensive music) (waves crashing)
(artist vocalizing)
(waves continue crashing)
(artist continues vocalizing)
(pensive music continues)
(birds chirping and squawking)
(feet thumping)
(birds squawking)
(feet thumps)
(feet clacking)
(prawns sloshing)
(artist vocalizing)
(money rustles)
(hand patting)
(feet clacking)
(engine roaring)
(feet clacking)
(vehicle whirring)
(engine roaring)
Oh, come on. (indistinct)
(vehicle humming)
Yeah!
(tires screeching)
What the fuck, mate?
(energetic music) (chuckles)
You're funny, genius.
You made me spill my breakfast.
Aw, you should've finished
it, motherfucker. (chuckles)
(vehicle whirring)
(tires screeching)
(doors thudding)
(lively music)
(waves crashing)
It's funny.
Aw, man. I'm sorry, buddy.
We'll get you a diaper next time.
Thank you, Papa.
You guys. I'm gonna need like 20 minutes
to sober up, I'm not gonna lie.
-20 minutes?
-Yeah.
I'll see you in 20 minutes then.
-Wash up.
-Wash up.
Wash up, wash up!
(waves crashing)
Hey. (hand slaps) Look at
these fucking idiots, man.
Hey, check out those rocks.
This place has got me.
(lively music) (waves crashing)
Hey, where's Matt?
Oh, I don't know.
He probably got lost
taking a piss or something.
You know how he is.
Well, mate, this is some big boy shit.
You sure you can handle it?
I don't know, man.
A little more than I'm used to, you know?
Plus I only got one board and one spine.
(snorts) You sure about the spine?
(smacks teeth) (hand pats)
You obviously left your
testicles back at the house.
Are you waiting for the children?
I'll see you out there.
Yeah. Yeah, you go ahead.
Don't wait on me though. Yeah.
(lively music) (waves crashing)
(upbeat music)
(waves crashing)
(upbeat music continues)
(waves crashing)
(upbeat music continues)
-Oh.
-Shit.
-Oh!
-Oh!
Yeah!
(waves crashing)
(upbeat music continues)
This douche bag's lining up like he owns
the fucking place.
Fucking tourists.
(waves crashing) (tense music)
That's my fucking set, asshole.
Didn't see your name on it.
-Outta the fucking way!
-Whoa-whoa.
(waves crashing) (tense music)
Why are you here?
(water sloshing)
Do you think this is
a fucking playground?
Mate, I think this is a fucking beach.
(water sloshing) (tense music)
Fuck!
Here. Take this as a souvenir.
Appreciate the hospitality.
(tense music) (water sloshing)
(waves crashing)
(bodies crashing)
(surfer grunts)
(waves crashing)
Get outta here, you Lil bitch.
That's right. Keep going.
(waves crashing)
(water sloshing)
(tense music continues)
(feet pattering)
Looking good, man. You lost some weight?
What?
Yeah, you lookin' real thin.
That's fucking offensive though-
- Yeah, dude. Your legs too.
They look like my legs.
You think we're a fucking joke?
Go get a hobby and a haircut.
(waves crashing)
-Come on. Hop on.
-On top?
Yeah. Hop on, come on.
-Yeah. (grunts)
-Let's go, motherfucker.
Go, one, two, three, go.
What are you idiots doing?
-Tom?
-Let's go.
Tell Mikey he looks skinny.
Don't fucking say it, Tom.
-You're skinny. Mikey.
-Oh, you motherfucker.
Get off!
(surfer spits)
Hey, I know your boys
wanna get in the water,
but, look, the waves are
pretty sketchy out there.
So what do you say we take
a little beach break. Huh?
Bring those chicken legs with ya.
Hey, guys, can we get some food?
Some calories, maybe some protein?
(Matt chuckles)
Hey, Matt, I don't-I don't
really look skinny, do I?
(lively music) (engine roaring)
Yeah.
(lively music continues)
(vehicle whirring)
(ground crackling)
Oh, hell no, man. You
invited your girlfriend?
Well, this is Matt's
bachelor party and she is...
She's what? Say it, she's what?
-She's clingy, man.
-Hi!
-Hey.
-Ah!
-I missed you.
-I missed you.
Yeah, can you help with the boards?
-Yeah.
-Yeah. Let's do it.
(lively music continues)
(lively music)
Oh, look at this.
You guys still warming the sand?
No, we're just pacing
ourselves, right, Tom?
Yeah, I mean, waves
ain't that great anyway.
Really? They look pretty good to me.
What do you think, Al?
Yeah, I think we'll
show 'em how it's done.
Here. Hold these.
(glasses clicking)
(lively music)
(waves crashing)
(lively music continues)
(lively music continues)
Yo, Matty, you got a
couple of great waves
out there, dude.
Yeah, bro. You killed it.
Yes, sir.
(Mike chuckles) (lively music)
Bro?
Yeah?
These chicks surf so
much better than me.
[Tom] Dude, a mule
surfs better than you?
[Mike] Fuck you, Tom.
(Tom chuckles)
What's the matter? Never
seen a girl surf before?
Honestly, no. Not like that.
That's 'cause you surf like a girl.
(Tara laughs)
Is he always this charming?
(lively music)
What's the matter, bro?
Ah, just my shoulder, man.
It's just playing up. I can
do a beer and a Tylenol.
I'll be good.
Fuck yeah, bro. I got you.
Dude, whatever you've
got, I do not want.
Yeah, you do.
Maybe a little.
(Mike chuckles) (lively music)
(people chattering)
(ambient music)
Hey, cheers.
How you feeling?
Dude, I'm sore.
Oh, yeah? Well, you're in luck.
Don't ask what I did to
get. But it was sexual.
You owe me.
(Mike slurps)
We appreciate you putting
this together, man.
Yeah, we all needed this.
I know Matt's gonna need it,
'cause he just ruined his life, bro.
I know, dude, I went
through that chaos already.
-Yeah.
-Man, I just hope you guys
have a bloody good time, honestly.
I don't even care if we get a surfer.
Surfer anytime I want now.
That's true.
I love you, man.
Come on, man.
One sip, you got the I love you mans?
Don't go all down under
on me, mate. (slurps)
(glass clatters)
Ah, shit!
-Yo, Blondie.
-Yo, Matt,
-you trying to hit that?
-Hey, girls.
-Hey.
-Let daddy work.
God damn, are those space pads?
-Hey, babe.
-'Cause your ass
-is outta this world.
-Hey.
You want some shots? I got it.
Coldest beer you got
and maybe a little mercy.
Just for today.
(ambient music)
(people chattering)
I'ma try not just steal this one.
-Yeah, thanks. Cheers.
-Cheers.
Hey, guys.
-Hmm?
-Mikey.
-Hey.
-Hey, boys.
Hey, buddy.
I got some extra girly shots for real.
I will take one. Thank
you, (chuckles) cheers.
(people chattering)
Mm.
(Tom coughs)
-Wow.
-I'm Allison.
Tom, this is Mikey.
You obviously know Nick.
And this is Matt, our
bachelor extraordinaire.
What fishermen do I
have to blow around here
to get a beer?
Hi, I'm Tara.
Hi. I'm a fisherman.
(chuckles) Can I get a beer?
In other news, boys,
I pulled the trigger
on that place in town today.
-Oh.
-You guys need anything?
Uh, we're waiting on a couple beers.
-Beers on the way.
-And shot.
-And shots.
-You sure you wanna buy
a house around here, dude?
Fucking smells like a fish pussy.
[Matt] Pretty sure that's just
the wind blowing your breath
back in your face, bro. (chuckles)
[Tom] It's got character.
Don't worry. You're not indicted.
Ooh.
I'm gonna need a card first for the tab.
Ah, the language of love.
-Oh.
-There's one.
Bless your hearts.
Oh, she could spank me.
(sighs) love this town.
Cheers, boys, girls.
(cups clinking) (feet clacking)
(lips smacking)
You went surfing?
(scoffs) You asshole. You
were supposed to come see me.
It's been two weeks.
I had to get in the water
before all the cooks did.
(scoffs) They think they're
hot shit. Right, city boy?
Ignore him. He's harmless.
Mal, this one's on the house.
Next time, don't keep me waiting so long.
(ambient music)
(people chattering)
Cheers, and welcome to Crimson Cove.
(cup clinks) Thanks, dude.
(people chattering)
(ambient music)
(hand slaps)
Seriously, I've been on
my boat for two weeks.
(chuckles) Just heckling, is all.
Just fucking with you city boys.
I'm gonna get another beer.
(Mal sighs)
(Luna whines and barks)
Luna, come here, you fucker.
Good girl. Yeah.
No, no, no. You get
that flea bag out of here.
Come on, you heard me, Luna.
Take Mal outside. Good girl.
Smart dog.
(Luna whining) (feet clacking)
Outside.
(feet scratching and clacking)
Come on, Luna. Come on, girl.
Yeah, she actually
has a really cool trick.
You wanna see it?
Oh, come on. You're not
afraid of a puppy, are you?
Come on. It'll be fun.
It's nice out there. Come on, let's go.
(people chattering)
(feet scratching)
(person laughing)
Come on. She doesn't bite.
(crickets chirping)
(fire crackling)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(fire crackling)
(ground crackling)
(dramatic music) (Luna barking)
[Mal] Luna, through, through!
Yeah, through. Good girl, good girl.
Cute dog.
She gets it.
She's family, she belongs.
I get your point.
Do you?
Have a good night?
You have a good night.
(crickets chirping)
(people chattering)
Look at these pussies.
Board shorts and daddy's credit card,
makes me fucking sick.
(group laughing)
You guys (indistinct)
Is he always like that?
-Hello?
-Yeah. I'm Sorry.
I didn't know you were talking to me.
Yeah, hi, Allison, talking to you.
-Hi.
-Tom.
You okay?
Yeah, I just, I hurt my shoulder,
so just a bit sore.
Ah.
Yeah.
So you guys are on
a bachelor party trip?
Yeah, something like that.
This clown is getting married.
Mm-hmm, well, not much of a boys trip
if you guys invited us, is it?
No, (chuckles) not.
You didn't invite us, did you?
Not exactly.
Ugh, that is something
Kathy would totally do.
I mean, to be fair,
I think Nick had
something to do with that.
Uh-huh.
(snorts) And then there's
Tara who always has
to have a worshiper in her
sphere on every adventure.
[Tom] Mm-hmm.
She's something.
Yeah.
(ambient music)
Like (indistinct).
Hmm. Yeah.
(chuckles) What took you so long?
I was gone like five
minutes and I got us weed,
although only half a joint.
But the boys are building
a bonfire down the beach
and invited us.
-What's wrong with here?
-Oh, I'm totally in.
I'll grab the marshmallows.
Bro, marshmallows? What are we, a camp?
Dude, get a 12 pack, stupid.
[Tom] We're not exactly welcome.
[Tara] What? They're nice.
They just gave us free drugs
and inviting us for a bonfire.
Sure they're a little-
(glass shatters)
Yeah!
Posers don't last long around here.
Hey, we can't be posers.
You know we can't surf.
Tom, he must be talking
to you, man. (chuckles)
(ambient music)
Look, this is a small town.
It's late. They're drunk.
We're strangers. The fight
is expected at this point.
Let's just take it back to the camp.
What? No, boo.
Come on.
Hey, losers?
(lively music)
(lighter scratches)
(crickets chirping)
(ground crunching)
Sister.
(crickets chirping)
(hand patting)
Beautiful out there, right?
Lightning storm, yeah?
You ever been out there
in a lightning storm?
The fish are going crazy. Freaking out.
Lightning over the whole ocean.
And the sky breaks over you
and you're out there just all alone.
(snorts) Fucking crazy, man.
How many seconds today?
Don't wanna fuck up.
Nine seconds, it's all fucked up.
It was 11 seconds,
straight west cross made today.
Made it kinda bumpy.
Not that I'm making excuses.
Hey, do you know where
we can get any Molly
-or any other drugs?
-Hey.
-Good question.
-We're leaving.
-What?
-We're leaving.
Why? I wanna go to the bonfire.
-Let's go.
-We don't even know
the other (indistinct).
See you out there.
-See ya there.
-You know it.
[Tara] What else are we gonna do?
Buck, find out where they're staying.
Are we going or... Woo.
You, come with me. (lips smacking)
Now you want me?
(door clatters and squeaks)
(tense music) (Amanda groaning)
(lips smacking)
(tense music)
(Amanda chuckling)
What?
(tense music) (Mal groans)
(tense music continues)
(tense music)
Mal, (indistinct) no, easy.
Mal, no, stop, stop it.
Mal, god damn it!
What the fuck was that? What...
Huh, what the fuck was that?
No, don't touch me. What
the hell is wrong with you?
You don't bring that shit
to me, you understand?
-Fuck you.
-Go fucking deal with it.
(hand slaps) Get out!
Get out.
(dramatic music)
(door clatters) (bell dinging)
Tom, they got that liquor
I was telling you about.
What is it?
Actually I don't even
want know what it is.
I'm trying to make coffee
so that we can just all
get back to the cabin.
[Mike] And you're still scared of it?
[Tom] Okay. What's in it?
Weed and liquor at the same time.
It turns out it's smart
as you are. Take it back.
Yeah. You wanna try it?
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
(tense music)
(Matt growling)
(Allison laughing)
Protect us. (lips smacking)
-Getting both.
-And hold that.
-Sure.
-And pay for it. (chuckles)
I'm finna to pin up your ass.
(ambient music) (Tom slurps)
Yo, son.
Cheap cunt.
(ambient music continues)
(cashier speak indistinctly)
(bottles knocking)
(ambient music continues)
(ground crunching)
(lighter scratches)
(crickets chirping)
What the fuck you looking at?
Not much.
What you say to me?
You heard me, bitch.
(limbs thudding) (Mike grunting)
Kung fu, motherfucker!
(crickets chirping)
(Luna growling)
(Luna barking) (paws pattering)
Whoa! It's a fucking dog!
(speakers drowning out one another)
Hey, hey, roo, roo.
Good girl, yay.
Good dog. Come on, Luna.
Hey, come on. Come on, come on.
Come on, in the car. There you go.
There you go. Good girl.
Mikey, what the fuck happened?
Go and get the fuck in the car.
-What are you doing?
-What, he fell.
He fell like this in my (indistinct).
What happened?
(doors thudding)
(engine whines and roars)
(engine roaring)
(tires screeching)
(mellow music)
(Allison laughing)
Good times.
(speaking indistinctly)
Matt? (speaking indistinctly)
(mellow music continues)
(group chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(door clatters)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Tara sniffing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(children laughing)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(bottle clinking)
(hand slaps)
(suspenseful music continues)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Mal screaming)
About the truth even though
Come on, Nick. Get up, baby.
It's shot time.
You're disturbing my penmanship.
Dude, just five minutes, man. Oh my God-
- Calm down, Nick. Calm down.
Not on a bachelor's trip,
baby. That's the rules.
Let me rest my eyes, bro.
Oh.
-Oh!
-I'm sorry. What'd you say?
I can't hear you with all
that tequila in your mouth.
What'd you say?
[Nick] Five minutes? Oh!
Look, Matt was dead an hour ago.
Man, look at him. There's
nothing you can do.
Come on.
No, no. I'm gonna fucking throw up.
Where you going?
(Nick retches) (vomit sloshing)
(group cheering and laughing)
Pussy.
Let's go surfing.
Yeah.
Um, guys, it's, uh, 03:00 AM.
Vampire surfing. Lemme get my head lamp.
(light clicks)
Yeah.
Just keeping in different
Oh, perfect. Yeah.
That'll never come off. Do
you ever wipe 'em? (laughing)
I'll never wipe 'em.
No, that'll mean you
have to stand up first.
Fuck you. I'll wear it under my hood.
Genius.
(Mike gasps) (hand slaps)
(Mike snickers)
(upbeat music)
It's not quite violins, but.
Oh god.
Hey, that's not your wife.
You got your ops but it's
cops that'll get you shot
You better watch
I been in the
(tape cracking)
(hand pats)
There you go, buddy. (groans)
Oh, baby. Are you okay?
I'ma be okay. I'll be all right.
(Kathy retches)
Whoa. (laughs) I told
you not to bring her.
I'm sorry. Oh.
[Nicks] Oh, fuck you, Mikey. (coughs)
(Mike laughing)
(suspenseful music)
(crickets chirping)
-I'm sorry. (lips smacking)
-Oh, (chuckles)
Now you're sorry?
It's too fucking late for that. You know?
You're fucking pathetic.
That's what you are. You're
supposed to be on my side.
What? What you gonna do?
You didn't do anything, right? Nothing!
You're sorry? That's just...
(suspenseful music)
(frame clatters)
Just fucking... (glass shatters)
Fucking disgusting. That's what you are.
(suspenseful music)
Hi. Hiding out already?
Yeah. I just needed a minute.
For what?
You don't like parties
with drunk duct taped guys?
You know, Mikey can be
a real genius sometimes.
Oh, so is that just the booze talking
or did I sense a little
lean in back there?
Because I know I smell really good,
but I'm pretty sure I heard
Matt mention something
about a wife.
Are you married?
No, I'm not married. Not anymore.
Ah, gotcha.
She, uh, wasn't the
easiest person to be with.
I mean, neither was I.
I guess you could say
it ended pretty ugly.
Okay, well, explain ugly.
Well, it was definitely
more than just yelling
and throwing things.
She always made me feel like
I couldn't do anything right.
We held on for far too long
and by the time it ended, I
didn't even recognize myself.
Well, you can't hold onto that forever.
At some point, you do have
to let that go. Move on.
It is a bachelor party. Come
on, lighten up. (chuckles)
All right. We're getting
you outta this funk,
because you're giving me "Cabin
in the Woods" vibes here.
-Oh, yeah, sorry.
-All right. Let's Cheers.
What do we-what do we cheers to?
Cheers to "Cabin in the Woods" vibes.
(Al and Tom chuckling)
(glass clinks)
Cheers to letting go. Not holding on.
I like that. Cheers to letting go-
- And cheers to the misfit circus inside
who always seem to keep
things interesting.
Woo!
(Tom chuckles)
(Allison chuckles)
Speaking of interesting,
are you at all concerned about the locals?
Concerned? Yeah.
But we're not gonna let it ruin our trip.
Yeah, at least that makes one of us.
Allison, I will keep a keen eye out
for fishermen with pitch forks.
(laughs) Really? You
would do that for me?
Yes.
Aw.
Although I think it's surf boards,
which I hear can be pretty dangerous.
Yeah.
Get outta here. Get outta here. (chuckles)
(fire crackling) (Mal panting)
(tense music) (Mal panting)
(material rustling)
I'm getting on my wet
suit and... (grunts)
Yes, sir.
Whoa, dear. Hey.
(Matt thuds) (ambient music)
Get these off. Oh yeah.
(bed creaking)
I wish I was marrying you instead.
Prove it.
(Matt chuckling)
(door clattering)
-Whoa.
-What the fuck?
-I'm sorry.
-Oh my God.
You always do this look.
Like, pick someone else.
Tom, Tom, Tom is single.
Oh, I can tell you like
him. I'm being your friend.
Oh my God. Oh my god,
like, what is th...
Put-put a shirt on.
(feet clacking) (ambient music)
(gown flutters)
Come, patrol soldiers.
Let's get our fucking surf on.
I'm taking the Jeep!
[Tara] No one cares.
(door clattering)
I'm taking it anyway.
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(lighter scratches)
(tense music continues)
(ground crunching)
(tense music continues)
(door thuds)
(engine whines and roars)
(vehicle whirring)
(tense music continues)
(coffee sloshing)
(Tom slurping)
(tense music continues)
(feet clacking) (wood cracking)
How you feeling, buddy?
Oh, I can can't feel my fucking hand.
Yeah, well, we amputated.
-Oh, (clears throat)
-where's-uh, where's my Jeep?
What, you remember that?
Yeah, I heard you take it.
(Nick retches)
Can you just fucking take me out of here?
(chuckles) I-I think you're safer there.
Shut the fuck up!
Get up, surf now!
Okay. Bring the ocean here.
I swear I'll go in.
Hey, I think we killed Nick.
Where's Matt?
Jail?
The girls?
Pf, I dunno.
Oh, hey.
(urine pattering)
(speaking indistinctly)
(flesh slaps) (door clatters)
I'm here.
(door thuds)
Come on, hold on.
(door clatters)
(door thuds) (tense music)
(engine whines and roars)
(waves crashing) (ominous music)
(water sloshing)
(waves crashing)
(water splashing)
(waves crashing)
Fuck, guys, this is starting to hurt.
(door clattering)
Kathy?
(feet clacking)
(eerie music) (knife scratches)
(eerie music)
You need to get some
better friends, buddy.
(door creaks)
Huh, nice of them to clean up.
(Tara screams) (group screams)
What the fuck?
(knife scratches)
(killer grunts)
(ominous music)
(waves crashing)
(water splashing)
(birds squawking)
(ominous music continues)
(waves crashing)
Dude, you gonna help
me pack this shit up
or are you gonna keep kicking that thing
-around like an idiot?
-Yeah. I got it, hold on.
Almost got this.
(item popping)
Wait, where the fuck is Matt now?
I don't know.
He probably went to get
a beer or something.
Dude, I told you not to
let him wander off again.
Why do I have to be the babysitter?
Ugh, I feel like your
mother. Go and get him.
Fuck, I'll go look.
(Mike panting)
(ominous music continues)
Yeah, okay.
Oh, shit, what...
Is it? (feet scratching)
-Slut, get over here.
-Hey, I didn't find Matt,
but it's okay.
I got this.
Are you kidding me?
(vehicle whirring)
(ground crackling)
(door clatters)
(ground crackling)
Bro, I am not kidding.
She grabbed my head and shoved
it straight into her titties.
-You think they're real?
-Yo, Nick?
Got tequila. (chuckles) Ooh, fuck.
Fucking disgusting.
(chair screeches and creaks)
Yo, boys, he's not in there.
-Huh?
-A fugitive?
-Lemme get my sword.
-No, for real though.
There's blood on the toilet seat.
So either he got his period
or they cut him when they were untied.
What if they cut him
and they're probably at the hospital?
I'll shoot him a text.
Yeah, but the girls
Jeep's still out back.
I guess they called an ambulance.
Oh, yeah, bright spot.
They called an ambulance and all got in.
Exactly.
(Tom snorts)
-I'ma us the ladies' room.
-No, me first.
Asshole.
Girls, y'all in here together?
Well, boys, if they're having a threesome,
it ain't in there.
-Ooh.
-Can I have it?
I'll trade you for a beer.
All yours, baby.
-Yes. All yours.
-That's Allison
(can hisses and pops)
Go, move.
(Tara panting)
Go. (hand slaps) I said go.
(leaves crunching)
What is happening, Nick?
Nick, what is happening, Nick?
(whimpers) Um, um.
(clears throat)
I- I-I-I-I think I-I
recognize you from last night
at the fire.
You-you were so hot,
but I-I didn't get a
chance to talk to you.
Look, um, you guys, you totally scared us.
Is there a, like,
maybe something that we could, like,
we could do so that you'll let us go?
You fucking kidding me?
On your knees.
Everyone get down on your fucking knees!
Yeah, you wanna have a little fun?
Little thrill-seeking
weekend warriors, right?
Bag some waves, some locals. Fuck you.
[Person] (laughs) We don't
have an ambulance here.
Takes about an hour.
Comes up from the city.
All right? Okay, well,
where's the hospital then?
Where they park the fuck ambulance.
Haven't you been paying attention, kid?
Our bloody Nick has
been missing for fucking-
- Whoa, enough with the cursing.
Fuck, what the fuck
is wrong with this town?
Hey, why don't you just
fucking pack your stuff
and get the fuck outta my cabin?
You know what? Fuck you.
Have fun cleaning up our shit.
I got your credit card numbers.
Yeah. We'll see how far that gets you.
(phone beeps)
-Fuck that guy.
-Did you ask
if they have a titty bar?
You don't fucking belong
here. None of you do.
You never fucking did.
-Fuck this guy.
-This ain't a
fucking vacation-(Nick screams)
(Tara screams) (ear slaps)
(spade clinks)
(spade swooshes and thuds)
No!
(lively music)
Look, we've been looking
for our friends all day.
So have you or your inbred
boyfriend seen them?
Are you serious?
Oh, you think you're hot shit, don't you?
What, like you're better than us?
That's exactly why he is the way he is.
So fuck you and your stupid friends.
I didn't mean it.
She said fuck you.
You want me to back that up?
Jesus fucking Christ.
Is everybody in this town like this?
We're looking for our friend. He's hurt.
We don't care.
Y'all better get the hell outta here.
You know what? Fuck you!
-Relax, Mike.
-No. Fuck that.
-And fuck of all.
-Chill, chill, chill.
Yeah, he's right.
Fuck these guys.
(lively music)
(fists thudding)
(people grunting)
(beer sloshing and pattering)
(limbs thud) (people grunting)
(sirens wailing)
This some bullshit.
I forbid any of you to get married again.
Matt, this is your fault.
Get in the car.
Hey, keep 'em flinched in the shower,
tough guy. (hand slaps)
Man, that lock's broken.
Get in the front.
This is bullshit. Bail me out, bro.
I can't miss the wedding, bro.
Bail me me out, okay?
Be a good boy.
(door thuds)
Uh, officer?
Yeah?
Will you let us know
if you hear anything?
I will absolutely give you a call.
And I'm sure they're fine.
And by the way, I get
what's going on here.
I'm not from Crimson
Cove. I'm from Graymont.
Good to know.
Hey, so where do we pick him up
from when we wanna bail him out?
Graymont. (gulping)
Great. Thank you.
(door thuds) (victim whimpers)
You fucking cut her.
You hit him with a fucking shovel.
Because you let him
tackle you, fucking pussy.
I had it under control.
You don't have shit under control.
Look at this. Does
this look handled to you?
This is your fault.
(Kathy whimpering)
My hearing. (whimpering and sobbing)
(Mal grunting)
Fucking Buck.
(vehicle whirring)
This is bullshit.
Settle down, kid. This
is just a formality.
We'll do a little paperwork.
You'll be on your way.
(energetic music)
You know, I saw what you did back there.
You knocked that fool out!
I knocked that motherfucker out cold.
(officer snickering)
He's a fucking asshole.
You know he's got 10 kids though?
That's lot of mouth to feed.
Damn.
Kinda makes you feel
sorry for him, isn't it?
[Mike] Kinda does.
(officer laughing)
Don't feel bad. He's an asshole.
I'd probably be an asshole too.
(officer snickering)
You know, back in the day,
I would've had your number though.
(smacks teeth) Get the fuck outta here.
Yeah, I was a fighter.
-Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.
I still would've fucked you up.
(snickering) Yeah,
you're probably right.
(Mike chuckles)
You know, you know the only
thing that really helps me
wind down after a good scrap?
-Whoa, whoa, hey, hey.
-That's not cool, man.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, you're probably right.
We should probably get rid of it.
(chuckles) Yeah. All right.
Yeah!
-Yeah.
-Hell yeah.
Right. (lighter scratches)
(weed sizzles)
(vehicle whirring)
Just stay fucking still.
I need to think,
Mal, he's fucking dying.
I'm all right, city
boys, remember? Oh, fuck.
What's up with Tara?
(blood sloshing) (Nick groans)
She's hot. (chuckles)
(tense music) (Nick crashes)
Fuck, Mal.
(tense music continues)
(Kathy whimpering)
(tense music continues)
[Buck] Oh, shit, Mal.
Mal, this is fucking bad, man.
This is really fucking bad, Mal.
What are we gonna do? This is...
Jesus, dude. Oh my God.
What the f... Mal?
I need you to settle down.
(tense music continues)
(Tara whimpers)
(shovel thuds) (Kathy screaming)
What the fuck?
(blood squirting)
No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no.
(shovel thuds) (flesh crunching)
Oh my God. What the...
Help!
Go get her.
(ground crunching)
(Allison panting)
Wait, wait, stop!
It was an accident.
(vehicle whirring)
Hey, who's your friend
that's getting married?
Getting married?
You know he's about
to ruin his life, right?
Listen, I told him.
And I told him and I
told him and I told him.
He's a fucking idiot,
but I-I love that guy.
That's fair. We all
got one of those idiots.
Yeah.
(vehicle whirring)
Hey, hey, wait.
Hey, there's my... Hey, that's Allison.
- Hey, hey, hey-
- Hey, wait. No.
-Hey, Allison!
-Calm down.
Hey, let's just stop the car, bro.
-Calm... Settle down!
-Allison!
Hey, don't touch that handle!
(tires screeching)
Allison!
Get back in the car.
You see her, don't you?
I said that back in the car.
Get back in the fucking car.
(tense music) (Allison panting)
(gun fires) (flesh pops)
(Allison gasps)
(eerie music)
(suspenseful music)
(suspenseful music)
(Allison screams)
(ground crackling)
Hey, freeze! Drop your fucking weapon.
Drop it. Get on your knees.
Get on your fucking knees.
It was a fucking accident,
man. It was a fucking accident.
(suspenseful music continues)
(Allison whines)
Fuck!
-We could bury him.
-Fuck-
(gun fires) (officer grunts)
(weapon thuds) (flesh crunching)
Jesus fucking Christ, Mal.
You said we were just gonna stab him.
Too late for feelings.
(suspenseful music)
I got you, little brother.
(crickets chirping)
(ground crackling)
Is anyone home?
[Resident] Go away. (indistinct)
Hello? (panting)
Oh my God. Help, please,
help, help. (sobbing)
Do you remember the time I
had the hiccups for three days?
Mm, that was so funny.
I know.
Brutal.
Fuck, it's such a small town.
You wouldn't think it'd be so hard
to track down Nick's dumb arse.
What happened to the girls?
-Help me, please.
-What's going on?
Fuck off!
(Allison whimpering and panting)
(door clattering)
(Allison grunts)
(feet clacking)
(Allison panting)
(door clattering)
(Allison grunts)
Did I tell you what
Trisha's parents got us
for the wedding?
-No.
-Jet skis.
-What?
-Yeah.
(crickets chirping)
(ground crackling)
(wood creaks)
Please help me. My
friends are in the woods.
We were just attacked.
Please help me. I want help.
No, I really need your help.
No, no. Don't close the door, please.
I didn't even know
she had that much money?
(scoffs) What do you think I'm doing?
-Oh, that's true.
-Her parents
are fucking loaded.
Well, you're not
marrying her for a looks.
That's for sure.
(Matt laughing)
(crickets chirping)
[Resident] Porch, or
I'll call the fucking cops.
Please. (whimpers)
[Resident] Get off my porch.
(Allison whimpering)
She does have some nice jubblies on her.
Oh yeah, I know.
Did I ever show you those pictures?
Y'all skating off the ice
Like y'all hitting the puff, sheesh
-Petty shots
-Tom?
Wait, wait, wait. No,
no, wait, wait, wait!
(Allison crashes)
I got the ace tucked away
Should we go back to the yak shack?
See if there's someone home?
Yak shack? That is a good idea.
They're probably back there
getting high as we speak.
-Perhaps even topless.
-Like damn
(door clicks) (Tom burps)
That stinks.
Nick?
Tara?
Well, they're not here and
he hasn't responded to my text.
But let's make sure we
pack up all our shit
so that hick super host
doesn't steal our stuff.
Don't he have your credit card though?
Ex-wife's.
Oh, you devil.
Ooh, double trouble.
Yes, sir.
I should buy some more
shit on that card though
before she cancels it.
You deserve it. Cheers, mate.
(can popping and hissing)
(door clattering)
What the fuck? (siren beeping)
Oh my god, he's getting close.
-Allison?
-Open this.
-What the fuck?
-They're all fucking dead.
They're all fucking dead.
(gun fires) (wood crashes)
Get out the fucking door.
Go, go, go, out the door, out the door.
Out the door, go.
-Fuck.
-Fuck.
(flesh crunches) (Matt grunts)
Get the fuck up. Get up!
In the bedroom, bedroom, bedroom!
(Allison panting) (door thuds)
Fuck off, cunt! Fuck off!
Listen, you've got half a minute, maybe.
You need to get out the window.
-Wait, what?
-He's not joking.
You need to get out the fucking window.
(window scratches and knocks)
Oh, fuck, it's high.
I'll go first. I'll lower you down.
(eerie music)
Get.
Quick.
(Allison panting)
Let's go, let's go, let's go. Come on.
-Buck?
-Fuck.
Take my hand.
(door clattering)
(fist thuds)
(Matt whines and coughs)
(eerie music)
Where are the rest of 'em?
They jumped out the
window, but I got this one.
(Allison whimpers)
(eerie music)
Fuck you, fuck him.
What are you waiting for?
Fuck.
(ominous music)
No.
No, buddy, no.
No, no, no.
(flesh crunching) (Matt whining)
(suspenseful music)
You did good.
Fuck you, Shania Twain
(gun fires)
(Allison screams)
(suspenseful music)
(hand pants)
(artist vocalizing)
(suspenseful music continues)
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(Tom and Allison panting)
(ominous music)
(Allison panting)
(spade thudding) (tense music)
(Allison screaming)
Hey, what are you
doing? Come on. (panting)
Okay. I'm calling the cops.
Allison? (Allison grunts)
-Cop killed Mikey.
-What are you doing?
They're not on our side.
They're hunting us.
(ground crunching)
Fuck, I think I know where they'll be.
(energetic music)
Gentlemen. Great job
today, boys, cheers.
[Group] Cheers.
-They've gotta be here.
-I keep telling you,
there is- They've gotta be here.
(feet thumping)
They must have 'em inside.
Only two left, bro.
Close the bridge, trap 'em.
We should take care of this.
Nah, nah, nah. Just relax.
You've been busy. Take a seat.
We got this.
Two left? What the fuck does that mean?
(hand knocking)
Hey, get in.
What are you doing?
It is either us or them. Get in.
Fuck.
(door clattering)
(engine whines and roars)
Come on, boys.
(crickets chirping)
(ground crackling)
(brakes squeaking)
(engine roaring)
(tense music) (engine rumbling)
(tense music)
(vehicle clattering)
Fuck!
(tires screeching)
(engine roaring)
(engine whining)
Come on. (hand knocking)
(engine whining)
(Allison grunting) (fist thuds)
Bitch. (grunting)
You think you're fucking good enough-
(weapon thuds) (tense music)
(Allison grunts)
(weapon thudding)
Allison, Allison, enough, that's enough!
-No!
-That's enough!
-No.
-That's enough.
(Allison grunts)
(tense music continues)
(sheet fluttering)
Look.
(tense music) (hand slaps)
(tense music continues)
Fuck, fuck!
(gun caulks)
Fuck you, fuck this.
(gun fires) (blood squirts)
(vehicle whirring)
(pensive music)
(suspenseful music)
Malcolm? (panting)
They killed Nate.
What?
-Nate?
-He's dead.
I'll handle this.
No, wait.
Buck?
Buck, you have to go after him.
He's not safe. Go on!
(suspenseful music)
(person speaks indistinctly)
(sirens wailing)
(door knocking)
Hello, please.
What do you want?
Can you pass me a phone?
-I don't want no bullshit.
-Please.
(suspenseful music)
(door clattering)
(Allison grunting)
(weapon thuds)
(gun fires) (body crashes)
Really? Fuck, Tom.
Now what?
(suspenseful music)
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(cuffs scratching)
-Hello, mate.
-Oh, shit.
Where's Mal and Buck?
Dude, how the fuck should I know?
Wait. No, no, no-(gun fires)
(person crashes)
(person screams)
(person gulping and groaning)
(fist thuds)
(suspenseful music continues)
Shit! (gun fires)
(wires buzzing and crackling)
(ground crunching)
(feet clacking)
(suspenseful music continues)
(Amanda panting)
(siren wailing) (brake squeaks)
Shit.
You lost her.
Yeah.
So what's next?
(dramatic music)
Home, please.
(vehicle whirring)
(dramatic music)
That was great, babe.
(sighs) Yeah. Not for me.
Didn't really finish.
(sighs) You drink too much.
I feel bad about that bitch
on the porch earlier today.
I feel like I shoulda opened the door.
Well, why the fuck wouldn't you?
'Cause I'm lazy and she
seemed like a lot of work.
Seems pretty valid.
-Where's Malcolm and Buck?
-What the fuck?
Where are they? (weapon thuds)
Tell me where the fuck they are
and you don't need to see them-
- They're out drinking
somewhere. I don't know.
You don't tell 'em shit!
(bones cracking)
-I don't know.
-You'll fucking die.
You understand?
(knife scratches)
(person crashes)
(dramatic music)
You're pretty.
(suspenseful music)
(door thuds) (vehicles humming)
When is it gonna end, Mal?
When I say it ends,
Man, we could get outta here, you know?
We could just get on the boat.
We go to Cuba, we go to Mexico.
-Whatever.
-Hey, stop being a baby.
Mal, pull over.
Mal, pull over. I'm gonna... (retches)
(vehicle whirring)
(ground crunching)
(Buck retching and coughing)
I'm done, Mal. (coughs)
Fine. I'll finish it myself.
You ain't ready to handle
your own shit anyway.
(Buck coughing)
(door thuds)
(tires screeching)
(vehicles humming)
(eerie music)
Move, where the fuck is Mal?
Fuck you, you and your
whore girlfriend wouldn't
even be alive if it wasn't for me.
(gun thuds) (Buck spits)
Say it again!
Shoulda left when you had the chance.
Where the is your brother?
Mal's never gonna stop.
(wind swooshing) (gun clatters)
(hand slaps) (waves crashing)
(water splashing and sloshing)
(Buck screaming)
(water burbling)
(fist thudding) (water burbling)
(waves crashing)
(feet scratching)
(feet clacking) (Tom panting)
(Allison panting) (Tom sighs)
It's done.
(Allison and Tom panting)
Two left.
(vehicle whirring)
(tires screeching)
(vehicle crashes)
(tires screeching)
(Allison thuds and groans)
(ominous music)
(Allison groaning)
What you want, huh?
(Mal grunts)
(fist thuds) (Mal grunts)
(Allison groaning)
(ominous music)
(ground crackling and scratching)
Wake up! (fist thuds)
Get up.
(Tom coughing and grunting)
Get up.
(waves crashing)
(birds squawking)
Your people are a goddam infestation.
You don't belong here and you never did.
So get the fuck up or I'll
paint the sand with her brains.
(gun fires)
You're fucking insane!
(ominous music)
Get your fucking board.
You wanted to ride our waves?
Go ahead,
Mal, just finish it. What are you doing?
What is this?
You were always soft.
(ominous music) (waves crashing)
(hand thuds) (Tom whining)
(waves crashing) (ominous music)
Look at that, beautiful.
(waves crashing)
11 seconds, perfect.
(board thuds) (Mal groans)
(water splashing)
(water burbling)
(gun firing) (waves crashing)
(water burbling)
Looks like your boyfriend's dead.
Fuck you.
You're next.
Amanda, listen to me.
Mal is delusional.
He doesn't care about you.
You're gonna be next.
He left his brother out as bait.
You're lying.
(sighs) You don't have to do this.
You can stop it, please.
You can fight back.
(waves crashing)
Is it true? Where's Buck?
Where is he?
Almost done. Baby, only one more to go.
No, you didn't do it-
-I fix it.
-You killed him, didn't you?
-I fixed it?
-No, you killed him.
I fixed it. I fixed it.
(chuckles) They don't understand.
It's just family. You and me forever.
It's just family, baby.
I stopped it. (mumbles)
(knife thuds) (Amanda grunts)
(tense music)
(hand slaps)
(Amanda gasping and gulping)
Mal? (gasping and gulping)
(Mal screaming)
(Amanda gasping and gulping)
(Mal screaming)
(Amanda gasping and gulping)
(tense music) (waves crashing)
Amanda, Amanda!
(fist thud) (Tom grunts)
For just fucking wrecking fucking Mikey,
Nick, (panting) Matt.
Just fucking wrecking me life!
(Allison panting)
(waves crashing)
(Tom grunts) (waves crashing)
(Tom panting)
(Tom chuckles) (Tom panting)
(Allison grunts) (spade thuds)
(Allison grunting)
(flesh mushing)
(spade scratching) (Tom panting)
(dramatic music)
(waves crashing)
(water burbling)
(dramatic music continues)
Do we get rid of these?
Maybe not just yet.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(children speaking indistinctly)
(dramatic music continues)
(children chattering)
Do you think it's ever gonna go away?
What?
The stuff inside. The stuff that hurts.
I dunno. Maybe it doesn't.
That's kind of sad.
Maybe it's not about it going away.
Maybe it's about carrying
it so it doesn't crush you.
But what if it does?
Then make sure it
doesn't crush anyone else.
You promise?
I'll try.
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