Disappointment Girls (2026) Movie Script
1
(feet tapping)
(gentle music box music)
(tense music)
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music continues)
- Where are we?
- I'll do you one better: Who are we?
- Bunny.
Bunny McKee.
Sorry, it took me a second.
I feel hung over. Everything's like fuzzy.
- Yeah. My head's got that
morning after prom feeling too.
- Do you remember your name?
- Nikki Davis.
Yeah, it's Nikki.
I remember that much,
but I don't think I know any of you.
- Margaret. But I hate that name.
So everybody just calls me Midge.
It was my grandmother's name.
- Summer. I think.
It's gray in my head.
Like fog. Does that make sense?
Like I can hear my name
but I can't see it through the fog.
- [Nikki] Yeah.
- Same.
- Oh, me too!
- Hey, do you have a name?
- [Kenzi] Kenzi.
- Great. Glad we got that established.
Does anyone know where we are?
What this is? I mean, how we got here?
Don't suppose anyone has
their phones on them.
- I don't even have pockets.
How come I don't have pockets?
Who designs these things?
- Have you seriously never
worn a prom dress before?
- Well, yeah, but my
mom put pockets of mine,
you know, from my phone and stuff,
in case I needed to call her.
- This isn't right.
- You think.
- Hey, come, feel this.
- No, thank you.
- No, I'm not gonna hurt you.
I just wanna show you something.
- I'm good. Thank you.
- What is it?
- I don't know.
It's something.
- Who cares?
We need to focus on what
the hell is going on here!
Can we do that?
- I was with my friends.
We were playing Mario
before our band practice.
I'm a singer.
That's all.
Sorry.
I won though.
I'm pretty good at Mario, so.
- That helps us how?
- I don't know. It doesn't.
I don't think-
- Great.
- I was at the lake
with my sister and her boyfriend.
I think
- [Bunny] You?
- Yeah. Okay.
I was helping some dogs.
I like dogs.
I remember them barking like mad.
Then I woke up here, with you.
- [Bunny] Hey, Kenzi, right?
Do you recall what you were doing
before we all woke up here?
- [Kenzi] Does it even matter?
- It might.
- Whatever.
I was mountain biking on
a trail near Mount Hood.
I go every weekend.
You?
- [Bunny] I was at a
house party in Malibu.
My boyfriend's an actor on TV and,
anyway, his show got renewed,
so we were celebrating.
- Lucky!
- It's really not all that great. Okay?
I mostly manage his social media,
and honestly, it's kind of my job.
I mean, I sit around on film sets all day,
making posts about him for him
and responding to fan mail for
him, basically his secretary.
I mean, it honestly really sucks
and it's kind of the worst job ever.
- Really?
Because I clean up dog
shit at an animal shelter
five days a week after school
to help pay the bills at home.
I mean, I like dogs. They're
way better than people.
But at the end of the day, my
clothes smell like dog shit.
My hair smells like dog shit.
My skin smells like dog shit.
And there's not enough soap
on the planet to wash it off.
But my mom and my little
sister need the help.
So I do it and I don't complain.
I'm just grateful they're still with me.
But you let me know if you
wanna trade jobs, Hollywood.
- That's all right.
- I didn't think so.
- Look, just because I know famous people
doesn't make me a bad person, okay?
- No, nobody said you were.
- But we all thought it.
You are not better than us.
- Okay. Well, I didn't say that I was.
- You didn't have to. You're
in the spotlight, Hollywood.
- Well, so are you.
- Hardly.
You wanna tell me what's
really going on here?
- How would I know?
- Well, let's see.
You were the first to wake up.
You don't seem all that concerned.
You're a pretty white girl,
so obviously the world
revolves around you.
Now still, what's going
on? How did we get here?
- I don't know. I swear.
- Bullshit.
- I don't know! How many times
do I have to tell you that?
I don't know. How would I?
I woke up here just like the rest of you!
- Alright, first of all-
- [Kenzi] Guys! Stop arguing.
This isn't helping. Alright?
Let's just...
Just find a way out, okay?
Please.
I just wanna go home, okay?
- Okay. Yeah let's just focus.
Can anyone see anything?
Maybe a door or another light
or, I don't know, anything?
Why are we dressed like this?
I mean, I doubt you were
scooping dog poop in that.
Those are not mountain hiking clothes.
And I find it hard to believe
you were hanging out with
your friends in that.
And you, at the lake,
I mean, shouldn't you be wearing shorts
and a swimsuit or something?
- No, you're right.
I had on jeans, not this,
this dress, the jewelry.
I can't even afford this.
Can any of us? Besides you, I mean.
And these heels.
These are legit.
- I wore my older sister's gown to prom.
My mom made it. And then she put-
- And put pockets in it. We
heard you the first time.
- It was red.
- Hello!
- Hello?
- Is anybody there?
This is fucked.
- Yeah.
- You really don't know anything? Really?
- I don't. I promise.
- Fine. Then, we must be dreaming, right?
- I don't think so.
I mean, I don't feel like I'm dreaming.
- Me either. I'm just kind
of hoping though, you know?
- [Bunny] Yeah.
(person breathing)
- Okay, look, I'm sorry
for jumping on your shit.
I don't know you. I don't
know anything about you.
I'm just-
- Scared?
- Yeah.
- Me too.
Truce?
- Yeah. Okay, Hollywood.
Even if you are the bitch
that has everything.
- Yay me.
- [Kenzi] There's something out there.
- What?
- I don't know, but I can hear it.
Like breathing.
I think it's right there.
Just like on the other
side of the darkness.
Just watching us.
- That is so not cool. Don't tell me that.
I don't wanna know that.
Why are you telling me that?
- What did you see?
- I didn't see anything.
I heard something.
I don't know. Something
breathing, wrestling maybe.
- Are you sure?
- Go listen for yourself.
- Nuh-huh.
(person breathing)
- What is that?
- I don't know.
- It's all around us.
- [Bunny] Hello?
- [Nikki] Hey. Hello.
- [Bunny] Is anyone there?
If you are, we need help!
Just help us, please!
(person breathing)
(gentle music box music)
- Something just touched me.
There's something, I can feel it.
(tense music)
(bones crunching)
(energetic dark music)
(girls screaming)
(blood splashing)
- This is on you!
- I didn't do any.
- This..? That hair?
Oh, this isn't real. This isn't real.
This isn't real.
(girls screaming)
- We need to get the fuck out of here!
Like now!
- Facts. Facts.
(tense uneasy music)
- We need to go!
- How?
We're surrounded by...
You saw what happened.
We can't go out there.
I will not go out there.
Don't look at it. Just, just
pretend it didn't happen.
Think happy thoughts instead.
- Stop!
- The light's following you.
- What?
- The light. It moved when you moved.
It's following you.
Why?
- How would I know?
- Try it again. Take a few steps.
It is. It's fucking following you.
I knew it.
- Why didn't..? I mean, maybe
it's following all of us.
- No. Look.
- Hey!
Not cool, man.
- Shut up. Think.
Okay, Hollywood, the
light's following you.
It moves when you move, right?
- I don't know.
- It does.
- I mean, we all saw it.
- Okay. Well, I don't know why though.
There's nothing special about me.
- Well, you're a movie star.
- I'm dating a movie star.
It's not the same thing.
I'm a nobody.
I used to work in a coffee
shop before I met Brandon.
People don't even know I
exist most of the time.
And if Brandon's not in the
room, they all ignore me.
I'm just a decoration.
- That's some bullshit.
- What?
- The self-pity. It's bullshit.
If you are a decoration,
it's because you chose to be.
You get what you accept.
But here, now, for whatever
reason, you are the star.
So act like it.
- I don't know what you want from me.
What?
- Lead us outta here!
- To where?!
- I don't know!
And I don't care. But we can't stay here.
Think about it. No food, no water.
Something's in the darkness.
I don't know how we got here.
And right now I don't care.
But we have to move before...
We can't just sit here and wait to die.
- Run, hide, fight.
That's what they teach us in school
when there's a shooter or whatever.
So let's do that. Come on.
Let's...
I can't just sit here
and wait to die. Okay?
I can't. I have people who need me.
People who depend on me.
We have to find a way out of here before-
- Before what?
- Before the light runs out.
- We don't know that the
light's gonna go out.
- And you don't know that it won't.
- Well, what if someone's looking for us?
- What if they're not?
- We don't even know where to go.
- Anywhere is better than
sitting here waiting to die.
- We're not gonna die!
- You dunno that! Run, hide, fight!
That's what they've been
drilling into our heads
since we were in kindergartens.
So let's do that! Come on!
- We don't know where-
(Summer screaming)
- Please stop arguing. I can't take it.
You sound like my mom and dad.
We have to stick together. All right?
Period. That's...
That's all I wanted to say.
I'm sorry I screamed.
I don't normally.
- She's right, guys, knock it off.
Whatever this is, we won't survive
if we start turning on each other.
If God brought us to it,
he'll see us through it.
That's how that works.
I mean it. I don't care
if you believe, but I do.
And I need that right
now. So knock it off.
- [Nikki] Can you stop moving?
- What?
Right. Sorry.
I really didn't mean to-
- Well, just don't. Okay?
- Sorry.
- And stop saying "sorry."
Girl, saying sorry never fix shit.
Just think before you do
something. Okay, Hollywood?
- Can you stop calling me that?
- Why? It's better than Bunny?
Who names their kid Bunny anyway?
- My parents.
- Why though?
I mean, didn't they like you as a kid?
Were they hippies? Do you
have a sister named Hamster?
- We can't just stand here.
- She's not wrong.
- I get that. Okay?
I know that we can't stay here forever,
but it would help if we knew
which direction to go in.
And I don't.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Got a plan?
- Look, I really don't know
why the light is following me.
I don't know how we ended
up here or where here is.
I don't know you. I don't know them.
I don't know what's out there in the dark.
We just don't have enough information.
But I really do agree with you, okay?
We can't stay here.
And if this is real
and we're not dreaming,
there has to be a way out of
whatever this place is.
We just have to find it.
- You are awfully calm.
- Ever been on a movie set?
- No.
- Well, it's chaos. And that's my life.
My life is chaos. My natural
environment is chaos.
That I can handle.
- You really don't know what's
going on? How we got here?
- No. I really, really don't, I swear.
(light buzzing)
- That can't be good.
- Nope.
- So we're walking then?
- Yeah, I guess we don't
really have another choice.
- All right, you wanna walk?
Let's get walking.
It's gotta be better than standing around
waiting for the light to go out.
- [Summer] Do you guys think this is real?
- Has to be.
Like maybe I'm dreaming or
having a nightmare, you know?
And we're all having the same dream.
Is that what you're saying?
- No.
Maybe you are not real.
Maybe I'm just dreaming you.
- The logic doesn't follow. I'm real.
You are real.
See?
- Ow!
What the heck?
- You didn't wake up.
If it was a dream, you would've
woken up. Ergo, not a dream.
- You didn't have to pinch me.
- Yes I did.
For a lot of reasons.
- Maybe we're dead and this is hell.
- I mean, think about it.
That girl, Kenzi,
what if she crashed her
mountain bike and died?
What if I drowned in the lake?
What if you got eaten
by dogs at the shelter
and maybe you did drugs at the party-
- [Bunny] I don't do drugs.
- But I thought you lived in Hollywood.
- Well what about me?
I was just playing video
games with my friends.
- Brand aneurysm? Choked
to death on a cheese puff?
- I do like cheese puffs.
- Doesn't track.
And with a mouth that big,
you're not choking on shit.
I'm sorry, not sorry.
- Wow.
- [Bunny] Yeah, we're
alive. I can feel it.
- But how do you know what
being dead feels like?
What if it feels the same? Just different.
- She's got you there, Hollywood.
- No, I think she's right, Summer.
I mean, we're alive. I'm sorry.
- You're sorry we're alive?
- No, that's not... Come on.
You know that's not what I meant.
- I know what you meant.
I'm just fucking with you.
- Why though?
- Why not?
- Come on, girls, walk and
talk. We need to keep moving.
(light mysterious music)
- I don't wanna go to Brittany's party.
I said no!
- Hold up, Hollywood. What was that?
- What's what?
- What you said.
- I didn't say anything.
- Yes, you did. We all heard you.
- I didn't. I swear.
- Fine. Whatever.
Just get us outta here.
Get to walking and stay
where we can see you.
(light mysterious music continues)
- So we're not dead. We're not in a dream.
We're certainly not in
hell. So what is it then?
- I don't know.
- How do you know we're not in hell?
- Because I am a good person.
I go to church and I play by
the rules. I am not in hell.
No way. Not me.
- Okay.
- [Summer] Aliens.
- It's not aliens.
- How do you know?
- Because they haven't probed my ass.
(all laughing)
- A guy tried to probe my ass once.
It was, it was after prom. He-
- Don't go there. There's kids present.
Shoes untied.
(mechanism clicking)
(gentle music box music)
- Nobody move. No, don't move.
- What is that?
(uneasy music)
- What?
(explosion booming)
(girls screaming)
- No! Let me go!
Let me go!
(Midge wailing)
- [Bunny] I got you! I got you!
(Midge sobbing)
- It doesn't make sense.
- Does any of this make sense?
- No, listen, the first girl, Kenzi,
she went into the darkness, right?
Like that's what killed her. The dark.
Whatever's out there, it got her.
Summer, she was standing in the light.
She didn't do anything
wrong. She was just a kid.
It doesn't make sense.
I thought we were safe
if we stayed in the light
and didn't like...
I thought those were the rules.
- I don't think there are rules.
- No. There has to be rules.
There are rules to everything.
That's a very fabric of
our lives. There are rules.
And if you follow them, then
nothing bad can happen to you.
- That is some white girl
shit, if I've ever heard of it.
Rules don't apply equally. They never did.
No, I think if we're gonna survive this,
you better toughen up real quick
and forget what you think the rules are.
'Cause I don't think there
are any in a place like this.
- [Midge] You don't have to get mad at me.
- I'm not mad at you. I'm just...
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck.
I am sorry, okay? It's not you.
I'm just freaked out. Okay?
I'm fine.
- You're not okay. But that's okay.
- Thanks, Dr. Phil.
- You're welcome.
- You're kind of a shit, aren't you?
- Kind of.
- Okay. That I can deal with.
Attitude, that I understand.
That I can handle.
Okay, Hollywood, so what's the plan?
- I think we keep moving.
- [Nikki] Find a way out?
- Has to be one, right?
I mean, we got in somehow.
So if we keep walking,
we'll hit a wall or a door or something.
It can't go on forever, right?
- Can't it?
- You okay?
- Not really, no.
- Good.
'Cause if you were okay with this shit,
we'd be seriously worried.
- You cuss a lot.
- So?
- Nothing. I just never
heard a girl cuss so much.
My mom says it's a sign of...
I didn't mean that you. I just...
I'm sorry.
- You better get used to it, church girl.
So I feel like there's a
lot more cussing coming.
- Which way should we go?
- Which way were we going?
- (sighs) No idea.
- Great.
(uneasy music)
- Okay. White shoe.
- Shouldn't there be a lot
more blood around them?
The brachial artery runs about
here. It's a major artery.
So if you cut it, then-
- What? Are you a doctor now?
- No.
I learned about it in scouts.
I finally got my first
age badge last year.
And part of that was like learning how-
- Awesome.
Helpful how?
- Leave her be. I mean, she's right.
There should be more blood. It's weird.
- This is all weird.
- Fair.
- Whose arms do you think they are?
- Does it matter?
- I guess not.
- Well, we can't just
stand here staring at them.
- Well, what should we do?
- Go around.
Keep moving in the same
direction, I guess.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Sure.
(uneasy music)
- I have an idea.
- Shoot.
- Gimme your heels.
- Why?
- Because I have an idea.
I literally just said that.
Okay. Does anybody play baseball?
- Oh me.
I play on the park scene rec
softball team every year.
- Let make it this straight.
You are in a band, you're a scout
and you play softball every season?
- Yeah. My dad's the coach.
- Of course he is.
- We won a division last year.
Ah-huh.
- We did!
- And I suppose you're
the team's all star.
- [Midge] Actually-
- Shut the fuck up.
- Hold on though. This is good.
What position did you play?
- Pitcher. And sometimes shortstop too.
- So you've got a good arm.
- Well, yeah. Why?
Because (indistinct)-
- Pick a direction and throw it as hard
and as far as you can.
- That will accomplish what exactly?
- we've been walking
for, what? Like hours.
- Feels like it, yeah.
- So what if there's a wall,
like, like right there,
or a door or anything?
And if you throw it,
maybe it'll hit something.
And if it does, we'll change directions.
And if it doesn't,
well, we'll keep walking
in the same direction
and hope we had something soon.
- Not the worst idea.
You're really an all star?
- I am. I swear.
- All right, queen. Show me.
- Okay. Pick a direction and
throw it as far as you can.
Go ahead.
I should have heard something,
even if it was just the shoe falling.
- Maybe it landed on something soft.
- Maybe somebody caught it.
- I don't want to hear that.
- I mean, think about it though.
We know someone or
some-thing is out there.
Here pick a new direction and throw it.
- That is so not cool.
- Hold on. We still have
two directions left.
- And you think-
- I think we have to try.
Come on. You got it.
- Oh, come on! You really-
- Okay, stop.
- This doesn't make sense.
- Stop, stop. Let's just think.
Think for a minute.
This is impossible.
- And yet here we are.
(shoe thuds)
- [Midge] That's not one of our shoes.
- Then.
(shoe thuds)
(shoes thudding)
(tense music)
- Run! Run!
(uneasy music)
- Hey, stop. Hold on.
- We gotta keep moving.
- [Bunny] Yeah, I'm thirsty.
We can't stop. We have to find water.
- Same. Hungry too.
- No. What's that?
There? Do you see it?
Is that a light?
- What? Where?
- [Bunny] It's a light!
- A way out?
Come on! Hello?
- Bunny, stop!
- Something touched me.
- What was it?
- I don't know. It was wet and sticky.
And it touched me.
- From now on, you don't
fucking move without us.
- I'm sorry, I didn't-
- I mean it.
- Okay. Sorry.
Are you okay? I'm so sorry.
- Stop saying you're sorry!
I can't!
- Why not?!
- Because..!
Because it's how I was raised.
(Bunny sighs)
Let's just get this out there. Okay?
I'm sorry. I can't help it.
My mom, she wanted me
to be all these things.
An astronaut, a veterinarian,
a famous ballerina.
And I'm just fame-adjacent.
I just never really took
to any of those things
she told me I'd be.
I tried and I tried and
I just wasn't interested.
I was just disappointment.
At least that's what
she took to calling me,
when I decided to go to LA
instead of apply for college.
A little disappointment.
And I'm sorry, I'll
never stop being sorry.
I can't help it. That's...
That's me. Sorry.
- I was supposed to be a doctor.
- Surprised you're not.
You do everything else.
- That is not what I-
- I was supposed to be a
chemist or computer engineer.
But I like working with animals more.
My mom doesn't get it.
She says I am throwing it all away.
That it's hard enough for
Black girls to succeed.
Especially when they don't even try.
Like I'm not trying.
I try every goddamn day
and she can't even see it.
But still, I give her my paycheck
at the end of every month
to help pay with bills.
You know what?
She never once said, thank you.
But she sure doesn't hesitate to tell me
how much I'm letting her down.
How she has all her hopes
and dreams wrapped up in me.
I'm the oldest. I'm supposed to be better.
I'm supposed to set an
example for my little sister,
but I fucked that up.
And she's aint... She ain't
ever gonna let me forget it.
That's not fair.
- That sucks. I'm-
- Don't.
- See, you're not alone, Bunny.
None of us are who our
parents thought we'd be.
- Guess we're just a bunch of failures.
Should form a club.
- Yeah. What should we call it?
- The Fuckups?
- The Disappointment Girls.
- I love that.
- All right, Disappointment
Girls, just like in cheer,
Disappointment Girls on three.
One, two, three.
- [Together] Disappointment Girls!
- Well, we should keep
moving. I'm getting thirsty.
And a little sleepy too.
- Yeah, I do not wanna
spend the night here.
- Good call.
I don't know how long we can
go without water or food or-
- The rule of threes.
You can go three minutes without air,
three hours without shelter
in hostile environment,
three days without water and
three weeks without food.
Break those rules and you die.
- You know this how?
- I work as a park ranger in the summers.
- Of course you do.
- [Midge] I do!
- Yeah.
- Well, we've got air, I
don't think we need shelter,
but water, that we've gotta have.
So let's keep moving
and maybe, just maybe,
we might get lucky.
And maybe we should hold hands
so we don't get separated again.
All together.
- [Together] The Disappointment Girls.
- What the fuck?
- [Bunny] This can't be real.
(eerie whimsical music)
- I dunno, but they got food.
- Bogey, 12 o'clock.
- Hey.
- Should I blast 'em, Sarge?
- Please don't.
- Stand down, Private. For now.
- Come on, silly.
There's no need for that.
We are all friends here.
There's plenty to go around.
One, two, three. Three cookies each.
Three is a magic number.
Three times three is nine.
But nine is the number
of the devil's toes.
So you only get three.
- Well, well, well,
it looks like we're not
alone out here after all.
I guess say put some
entertainment in the box with us.
- We just-
Private!
- Sarge!
- Search 'em.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.
You can't just-
- Would you girls like sugar in your tea?
How about milk?
(gasps) We have whole milk,
2% milk, half and half, cream.
And whatever's in this jar.
I think it's blood.
Ugh, definitely blood. Boo.
- [Private] Hands up!
- Back up.
- Look, we're not armed or
anything, okay? We're just-
(hand bangs)
- Speak when spoken to.
Young lady, your parents
ever teach you that?
Speak when spoken to.
You live longer that way.
- [Private] Clear!
- All right. Go ahead.
Sit down.
Eddie's private guy, as he were.
(uneasy music)
I said sit down. That's an order.
Sit.
- Screw you.
(Sergeant laughing)
- Aren't you a pretty little daisy.
Young lady, if I had an army
of men with your attitude,
hell, I could conquer the world.
Instead, all I got is this (indistinct).
All right, come on, sit down.
We're not gonna hurt you.
Welcome to Delta team.
I'll see if I can find you a
uniform, a rifle and some chow.
- I'm not a soldier.
- Darling, that ain't ever stopped
a United States government
from sending a person to war.
You are not special.
- You'll have to excuse him.
He's just grumpy 'cause he's
stuck here with the rest of us.
And he'd rather be somewhere in the mud,
killing bad guys with his gun thing.
(uneasy whimsical music)
(bell chimes)
Shall we say grace?
- Oh, this shit again!
(plates clanking)
- Let's just praise her. Okay?
- Hey, knock it off.
- Thanks. I'd slap his hand away, but...
Sorry.
- What happened to your arms?
- I was a bad girl.
- And how?
- I don't know exactly. I was just bad.
So she took my arms to teach me a lesson.
- What was the lesson?
- Don't be a bad girl? I'm not sure.
- (giggles) Okay, then. Okay, then.
Okay, then. Okay, okay.
Okay, then. Okay, then.
Here you go.
Drink your tea.
(tea splashing)
- Go ahead.
- What?
- You want to ask.
I can see it on your
face. So just ask already.
- All right. What is this place?
- It's classified, Tulip.
- It's Bunny, not Tulip.
- Sure it is.
Wait a minute.
Bunny, as in Bunny McKee?
- Yeah. Do I know you?
- I'd be damned.
That's good to meet you, Ms. McKee.
I saw you on TV.
You ain't not much do bag of (indistinct),
but watch TV.
Well, I'm Sergeant Scott
Mann. Delta Team commander.
Well, there, that's Private Eddie Guy.
Down there, well, that's Cindy Lee.
Stumpy next to her, that's Angie.
And a couple other men with me.
They didn't make it.
Corporal Toms set out on
a recon. Never returned.
Took privates fellows
and Powell with them.
That's good men.
Gone too soon.
- Gone too soon!
- We found arms.
- Oh, were they my arms?
- I mean, I don't know. Probably.
- Is anybody else missing their arms?
- Did you bring them with you?
Maybe get some glue or
something and put them back on?
Tape maybe? Duck tape?
- I don't really think
that's how that works.
- Oh, that's too bad.
I liked having arms.
I used them like all of the time.
- Right.
- You'd be surprised how useful arms are.
- This is so not okay.
- Hey.
- Yeah?
- How'd you get in here?
- I don't know. We were
deployed here, it'd be my guess.
Orders?
What about you? How did you
three petunias get in here?
- I don't know, but there used
to be five of us originally.
- The dark... It took them.
- There you go, honey.
They'll calm you right down.
- You've lost a good soldier. I get that.
And I'm sorry to hear it.
Losing a soldier under your
command, it's never easy.
- She wasn't a soldier.
She was just a little kid.
And she fucking blew up.
Whatever's out-
- Don't point!
Don't! She doesn't like.
Think it's rude.
They don't know. They don't know.
But they can learn.
Don't hurt them. Please.
They can learn. Just
give them a chance, okay?
Please? I'm tired of being alone.
Let them stay.
Please.
Tea party!
Eat up, everyone.
Later we'll play pin the tail
on the donkey and Twister.
I don't think I can play Twister.
Right hand yellow's gonna
be kind of a bitch for me.
Pin the tail on the
donkey's gonna be rough too,
now that I think about it.
- What's out there?
- You like some blood for your tea?
Sugar?
- No.
- [Cindy] Another cookie?
- No.
- Cake.
- No.
- You're a bad guest.
- She asked you a question.
- Hello?
- Hey, bitch! You hear us, right?
- Hey, I'm scared too,
but could you please
tell us what's out there?
Could you do that?
- It's not a what?
Not exactly. It's a who.
Who what.
- Okay, who then?
- Do you believe in God?
- Like God with a big G
or the concept of god,
you know, little g?
- Big G.
- I used to, when I was
younger, but now, no.
- I believe, now.
She didn't leave me much
of a choice, did she?
I've learned a very valuable
lesson. I'm a good girl now.
- What?
- Do you believe... In God?
- I don't know.
I think maybe there's
like a supreme being,
but I don't think he-
- She!
What?
- She.
God's a she. Big G.
Capital G. The biggest G.
- So you're saying God's a G.
- The biggest G. The G-O-D.
- The original G.
- Oh, definitely.
The O-G-G-O-D.
The Big Cheese, the OG Cheese even.
- God's the OG. Are you hearing this shit?
We need to get the hell out of
here. These people are crazy.
Let's take some food.
- Hold on.
Cindy... It's Cindy, right?
- A-ha, Cindy Lee. That's my name.
That's me. Cindy from Willows, Wisconsin.
My birthday is March 9th, 1959.
My mother's name is-
- Cindy, do you know what's happening?
What all this is?
Okay, awesome.
So, you know what's going on?
Alright, can you tell us?
- Do you believe in God?
- I don't.
- God's... Mad.
- Mad? Why would God be mad?
I mean he, she, at us?
I mean, we didn't even do anything.
- No, she's not angry. She's mad.
- Mad like crazy?
(Cindy clapping)
- Bingo! You got it.
Good job.
God's insane.
In fact, I would go so far as to say
she's completely out of
her ever loving mind.
- Great. She can join our club.
- You guys have a club? Can I join?
- Yeah. The Disappointment Girls.
But there's a secret handshake.
Okay, I guess you can be
an honorary member then.
We'll get you a T-shirt or something.
- Awesome.
- Cindy, what is this place?
And how do we get out?
- (chuckles) You don't.
Unless she wants you to.
Or maybe if she gets bored of
you, she'll throw you back.
But she likes to play with us.
She brought us here to play,
to have a tea party to keep her company.
She's a great big tentacle
unnameable, horror
that lives in the void.
An idiot lathering cosmic
god of unfathomable power.
I'm sure of it.
- God's a mad woman.
- It's the only thing that
makes sense, isn't it?
I have thought about it a lot.
I've had a lot of time to do that, think.
I mean, I just sat alone
in the void forever,
thinking and thinking, thinking,
until I thunk.
Do you know what I thunk?
- I don't think that's a word.
- What did you thunk?
- She's mad. Insane.
She must be. Who else but a
mad God would do this to us?
We're just her playthings.
She plucked us from our lives
and brought us here to keep her company.
She wants to play. You have to play.
If you don't-
- She'll take your arms!
- Yes, she'll rip your arms off.
Or worse, there are worse things.
There used to be others.
But they didn't listen.
- And she-
(hand bangs)
- That's enough, goddammit!
Look, isn't it obvious already,
Cindy, there is crazy
as a shit house loom.
Shell shock they used to call it.
That's what the experiment is.
See how long soldiers can
survive in a pure darkness
before they start to crack.
Being here in this,
it eats at you a little.
Makes you crazy.
It's gotta keep your shit together,
'cause if you gaze long and into an abyss,
abyss also gazes into you.
Makes you silly as a goose
with a popsicle up his ass.
- Was that Nietzsche? Are
you quoting Nietzsche?
I love Nietzsche. How do you-
- Shut up.
What are you saying?
There is no God,
no Big G,
little G or whatever.
We're all just silly gooses
with popsicles up our
asses waiting to melt.
(Private honking)
- So what do you think this is exactly?
- Yeah. Care to enlighten us?
You called it an experiment.
I mean, what do you mean?
- I told you, it's clear as day, isn't it?
This is an experiment,
a weapon of some kind.
The military is always
developing new weapons.
And this, it's just another one.
It's government. I'm telling you, tulip.
US government's got a history
of experimenting on their own people.
And well, that's what this is.
Obviously, some kind
of space exploration
experiment or something.
Alternate dimension stuff. Maybe.
They wanna see how long we
can take it before we crack.
They wanna test it before
they send in the real team.
That's what they do.
Test it on us plebe,
before the real happens.
You just gotta stay cool, stay focused,
wait for experiment to end.
- And if it doesn't?
- Well, they always do.
- You sure seem confident.
- I've been around, sweetheart.
- Right, and we're just
supposed to take your word on it
because you've been around?
- That's right.
- Bullshit.
- Oh, what's that? What's that, tulip?
- It's not an experiment.
- Well, you got intel?
- Well, no, but it doesn't make sense.
- But gibbering crazy cosmic She-God does?
- No, I don't think it's that either.
- Well, then we're back to square one.
- Not exactly. Let's just
think about what we know.
I mean, I'm sure the answer's
right in front of us.
- Well, we're not dead.
- Yet.
- Not helping.
- And we've already
agreed it's not a dream.
So not dead, not a dream, not in hell.
What's that leave?
- An experiment. Alternate reality.
- Like a video game. A Sim?
- God.
- Bullshit.
- I don't buy it. I don't buy any of it.
I'm missing something. I
just, I don't know what it is.
(light buzzing)
- Is it gonna go out?
Tell me it's not going to go out.
(Cindy giggling)
- It's okay, darling. Just don't move.
Not a muscle.
(gentle music box music)
If you don't move, she can't see you.
(Private choking)
(girls screaming)
- I did tell him not to move. More tea?
- We're leaving!
- You can't. (Laughing)
Where would you go?
Come on. Stay.
We can have a tea party forever.
- No, she said we're leaving.
- And I said you can't!
- Hey, come on! Let me go!
- You keep pulling, darling,
and I'll pluck both your eyes out
and eat them in front of you.
Now sit still. You're
going to make her angry.
You don't want that. Do you?
Sit still. That's a good girl.
- I'm a good girl.
- Come on, sit down.
We're having a tea party.
- You said it will be sleepy
time soon. What does that mean?
- It won't stay on forever, you know.
It goes out.
And then we sleep.
We don't have a choice.
- Then we have to find out a
way out before that happens.
- What don't you understand?
There is no way out.
This is who we are now.
This is what we are now.
Don't you get it? We are
the children of a mad God.
Nothing more.
We live and die at her leasure.
Praise her!
And perhaps she'll spare your life.
- No, we got in, we can get
out. There has to be a way.
I'm not gonna die here.
- Really, Sergeant?
- It's this gonna take the new
troops out on patrol, Cindy,
you know, see what's out there.
Secure the perimeter.
- You leave me? After
all I have done for you?
- I'm just not sure I like
the direction this is headed.
What with Private Guy's
head all torn off and stuff.
That's all.
In fact, I'm getting a feeling
there's a whole lot more
you aren't telling us.
So I think we'll just be headed out,
if it's all the same to you.
(tense music)
- I said you can't leave.
(tableware clanking)
- Well, you can't stop us, Cindy.
- Oh?
She speaks to me, Sergeant.
In the dark she whispers horrible,
(laughing) horrible things.
Pouring her words into my
ear, like poisoned honey.
She dreams such horrid dreams.
But I am her favorite.
She won't hurt me. I have
always been her favorite.
There isn't room for anyone else.
And I have grown tired of you. So-
(gun bangs)
- Quick. Come on.
- I can't.
She took my legs when nobody was looking.
I'm just a stump now.
- Oh my God.
(gentle music box music)
The monkey chased the weasel
- Run.
The monkey stopped
to pull up his socks
- Said run, goddamit. That's an order.
Soldiers, asses and
elbows now. Go, go, go!
(tense music)
Pop goes the weasel
(body slamming)
(tableware clanking)
Your turn.
(tense music)
- [Midge] I need a break.
- [Nikki] I thought you were an athlete.
(soft uneasy music)
Disappointment Girls for life.
- Hell yeah.
- Don't cuss. You're better than that.
- So are you.
- Fuck that.
- It's fading.
- How long do you think we
have before it goes out?
- I don't know. Not long.
- And then we go to sleep?
- Yeah. I guess.
- And when we wake up?
- I don't know.
- And if we don't wake up?
- I don't know. Sorry.
- I told you not to say that.
Disappointment Girls don't apologize.
- Right. Sorry.
- Okay, enough with the sorry shit.
We need to figure out
what our next move is.
- Just think we're out of options.
- No, I don't believe it.
(gentle music box music)
- Do you have any better ideas?
No!
- No!
- No!
(blood trickling)
(gentle music box music)
- I am getting tired. Can
barely keep my eyes open.
We're not getting outta
here, are we, Hollywood?
- Yes, we are. Tomorrow.
We'll try again tomorrow.
What?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.
I think I'm gonna take a nap.
- Okay.
(person humming)
- All right, honey. Time for bed.
Come on, put your dolls away.
I got your princess costume.
Ready for Brittany's
birthday party tomorrow?
- I don't wanna go.
- Yeah, well it's a princess
party, and you're going.
- But I don't wanna!
- Do you wanna be a disappointment girl
your whole life, Libby?
Because that's what
you're being right now,
a disappointment girl.
- Good.
- What's that?
- Nothing.
- Just put the fucking princess
costume on in the morning.
Okay?
- But I don't wanna be a princess, mother.
I wanna be a God.
(bright music)
- [Announcer] The new
Bunny-land Malibu Playhouse
is available now.
Comes complete with Bunny
McKee and her friends,
Angie Lynn, Nikki Davis,
Kenzi Bleau, Midge Taylor,
and her new little sister, Summer Brown.
- Her hair looks so realistic.
- [Announcer] Collect them all.
The Bunny-Land Malibu Playhouse
comes complete with
furniture, a carrying case,
and six dolls for your child to enjoy
from the Bunny-Land collection.
Bunny-Land Malibu Playhouse,
Bunny McKee and her friends
are available exclusively from ToyGo.
Accessories sold separately.
(bright music continues)
(bright music continues continues)
(energetic dark music)
(energetic dark music continues)
(feet tapping)
(gentle music box music)
(tense music)
(uneasy music)
(uneasy music continues)
- Where are we?
- I'll do you one better: Who are we?
- Bunny.
Bunny McKee.
Sorry, it took me a second.
I feel hung over. Everything's like fuzzy.
- Yeah. My head's got that
morning after prom feeling too.
- Do you remember your name?
- Nikki Davis.
Yeah, it's Nikki.
I remember that much,
but I don't think I know any of you.
- Margaret. But I hate that name.
So everybody just calls me Midge.
It was my grandmother's name.
- Summer. I think.
It's gray in my head.
Like fog. Does that make sense?
Like I can hear my name
but I can't see it through the fog.
- [Nikki] Yeah.
- Same.
- Oh, me too!
- Hey, do you have a name?
- [Kenzi] Kenzi.
- Great. Glad we got that established.
Does anyone know where we are?
What this is? I mean, how we got here?
Don't suppose anyone has
their phones on them.
- I don't even have pockets.
How come I don't have pockets?
Who designs these things?
- Have you seriously never
worn a prom dress before?
- Well, yeah, but my
mom put pockets of mine,
you know, from my phone and stuff,
in case I needed to call her.
- This isn't right.
- You think.
- Hey, come, feel this.
- No, thank you.
- No, I'm not gonna hurt you.
I just wanna show you something.
- I'm good. Thank you.
- What is it?
- I don't know.
It's something.
- Who cares?
We need to focus on what
the hell is going on here!
Can we do that?
- I was with my friends.
We were playing Mario
before our band practice.
I'm a singer.
That's all.
Sorry.
I won though.
I'm pretty good at Mario, so.
- That helps us how?
- I don't know. It doesn't.
I don't think-
- Great.
- I was at the lake
with my sister and her boyfriend.
I think
- [Bunny] You?
- Yeah. Okay.
I was helping some dogs.
I like dogs.
I remember them barking like mad.
Then I woke up here, with you.
- [Bunny] Hey, Kenzi, right?
Do you recall what you were doing
before we all woke up here?
- [Kenzi] Does it even matter?
- It might.
- Whatever.
I was mountain biking on
a trail near Mount Hood.
I go every weekend.
You?
- [Bunny] I was at a
house party in Malibu.
My boyfriend's an actor on TV and,
anyway, his show got renewed,
so we were celebrating.
- Lucky!
- It's really not all that great. Okay?
I mostly manage his social media,
and honestly, it's kind of my job.
I mean, I sit around on film sets all day,
making posts about him for him
and responding to fan mail for
him, basically his secretary.
I mean, it honestly really sucks
and it's kind of the worst job ever.
- Really?
Because I clean up dog
shit at an animal shelter
five days a week after school
to help pay the bills at home.
I mean, I like dogs. They're
way better than people.
But at the end of the day, my
clothes smell like dog shit.
My hair smells like dog shit.
My skin smells like dog shit.
And there's not enough soap
on the planet to wash it off.
But my mom and my little
sister need the help.
So I do it and I don't complain.
I'm just grateful they're still with me.
But you let me know if you
wanna trade jobs, Hollywood.
- That's all right.
- I didn't think so.
- Look, just because I know famous people
doesn't make me a bad person, okay?
- No, nobody said you were.
- But we all thought it.
You are not better than us.
- Okay. Well, I didn't say that I was.
- You didn't have to. You're
in the spotlight, Hollywood.
- Well, so are you.
- Hardly.
You wanna tell me what's
really going on here?
- How would I know?
- Well, let's see.
You were the first to wake up.
You don't seem all that concerned.
You're a pretty white girl,
so obviously the world
revolves around you.
Now still, what's going
on? How did we get here?
- I don't know. I swear.
- Bullshit.
- I don't know! How many times
do I have to tell you that?
I don't know. How would I?
I woke up here just like the rest of you!
- Alright, first of all-
- [Kenzi] Guys! Stop arguing.
This isn't helping. Alright?
Let's just...
Just find a way out, okay?
Please.
I just wanna go home, okay?
- Okay. Yeah let's just focus.
Can anyone see anything?
Maybe a door or another light
or, I don't know, anything?
Why are we dressed like this?
I mean, I doubt you were
scooping dog poop in that.
Those are not mountain hiking clothes.
And I find it hard to believe
you were hanging out with
your friends in that.
And you, at the lake,
I mean, shouldn't you be wearing shorts
and a swimsuit or something?
- No, you're right.
I had on jeans, not this,
this dress, the jewelry.
I can't even afford this.
Can any of us? Besides you, I mean.
And these heels.
These are legit.
- I wore my older sister's gown to prom.
My mom made it. And then she put-
- And put pockets in it. We
heard you the first time.
- It was red.
- Hello!
- Hello?
- Is anybody there?
This is fucked.
- Yeah.
- You really don't know anything? Really?
- I don't. I promise.
- Fine. Then, we must be dreaming, right?
- I don't think so.
I mean, I don't feel like I'm dreaming.
- Me either. I'm just kind
of hoping though, you know?
- [Bunny] Yeah.
(person breathing)
- Okay, look, I'm sorry
for jumping on your shit.
I don't know you. I don't
know anything about you.
I'm just-
- Scared?
- Yeah.
- Me too.
Truce?
- Yeah. Okay, Hollywood.
Even if you are the bitch
that has everything.
- Yay me.
- [Kenzi] There's something out there.
- What?
- I don't know, but I can hear it.
Like breathing.
I think it's right there.
Just like on the other
side of the darkness.
Just watching us.
- That is so not cool. Don't tell me that.
I don't wanna know that.
Why are you telling me that?
- What did you see?
- I didn't see anything.
I heard something.
I don't know. Something
breathing, wrestling maybe.
- Are you sure?
- Go listen for yourself.
- Nuh-huh.
(person breathing)
- What is that?
- I don't know.
- It's all around us.
- [Bunny] Hello?
- [Nikki] Hey. Hello.
- [Bunny] Is anyone there?
If you are, we need help!
Just help us, please!
(person breathing)
(gentle music box music)
- Something just touched me.
There's something, I can feel it.
(tense music)
(bones crunching)
(energetic dark music)
(girls screaming)
(blood splashing)
- This is on you!
- I didn't do any.
- This..? That hair?
Oh, this isn't real. This isn't real.
This isn't real.
(girls screaming)
- We need to get the fuck out of here!
Like now!
- Facts. Facts.
(tense uneasy music)
- We need to go!
- How?
We're surrounded by...
You saw what happened.
We can't go out there.
I will not go out there.
Don't look at it. Just, just
pretend it didn't happen.
Think happy thoughts instead.
- Stop!
- The light's following you.
- What?
- The light. It moved when you moved.
It's following you.
Why?
- How would I know?
- Try it again. Take a few steps.
It is. It's fucking following you.
I knew it.
- Why didn't..? I mean, maybe
it's following all of us.
- No. Look.
- Hey!
Not cool, man.
- Shut up. Think.
Okay, Hollywood, the
light's following you.
It moves when you move, right?
- I don't know.
- It does.
- I mean, we all saw it.
- Okay. Well, I don't know why though.
There's nothing special about me.
- Well, you're a movie star.
- I'm dating a movie star.
It's not the same thing.
I'm a nobody.
I used to work in a coffee
shop before I met Brandon.
People don't even know I
exist most of the time.
And if Brandon's not in the
room, they all ignore me.
I'm just a decoration.
- That's some bullshit.
- What?
- The self-pity. It's bullshit.
If you are a decoration,
it's because you chose to be.
You get what you accept.
But here, now, for whatever
reason, you are the star.
So act like it.
- I don't know what you want from me.
What?
- Lead us outta here!
- To where?!
- I don't know!
And I don't care. But we can't stay here.
Think about it. No food, no water.
Something's in the darkness.
I don't know how we got here.
And right now I don't care.
But we have to move before...
We can't just sit here and wait to die.
- Run, hide, fight.
That's what they teach us in school
when there's a shooter or whatever.
So let's do that. Come on.
Let's...
I can't just sit here
and wait to die. Okay?
I can't. I have people who need me.
People who depend on me.
We have to find a way out of here before-
- Before what?
- Before the light runs out.
- We don't know that the
light's gonna go out.
- And you don't know that it won't.
- Well, what if someone's looking for us?
- What if they're not?
- We don't even know where to go.
- Anywhere is better than
sitting here waiting to die.
- We're not gonna die!
- You dunno that! Run, hide, fight!
That's what they've been
drilling into our heads
since we were in kindergartens.
So let's do that! Come on!
- We don't know where-
(Summer screaming)
- Please stop arguing. I can't take it.
You sound like my mom and dad.
We have to stick together. All right?
Period. That's...
That's all I wanted to say.
I'm sorry I screamed.
I don't normally.
- She's right, guys, knock it off.
Whatever this is, we won't survive
if we start turning on each other.
If God brought us to it,
he'll see us through it.
That's how that works.
I mean it. I don't care
if you believe, but I do.
And I need that right
now. So knock it off.
- [Nikki] Can you stop moving?
- What?
Right. Sorry.
I really didn't mean to-
- Well, just don't. Okay?
- Sorry.
- And stop saying "sorry."
Girl, saying sorry never fix shit.
Just think before you do
something. Okay, Hollywood?
- Can you stop calling me that?
- Why? It's better than Bunny?
Who names their kid Bunny anyway?
- My parents.
- Why though?
I mean, didn't they like you as a kid?
Were they hippies? Do you
have a sister named Hamster?
- We can't just stand here.
- She's not wrong.
- I get that. Okay?
I know that we can't stay here forever,
but it would help if we knew
which direction to go in.
And I don't.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- Got a plan?
- Look, I really don't know
why the light is following me.
I don't know how we ended
up here or where here is.
I don't know you. I don't know them.
I don't know what's out there in the dark.
We just don't have enough information.
But I really do agree with you, okay?
We can't stay here.
And if this is real
and we're not dreaming,
there has to be a way out of
whatever this place is.
We just have to find it.
- You are awfully calm.
- Ever been on a movie set?
- No.
- Well, it's chaos. And that's my life.
My life is chaos. My natural
environment is chaos.
That I can handle.
- You really don't know what's
going on? How we got here?
- No. I really, really don't, I swear.
(light buzzing)
- That can't be good.
- Nope.
- So we're walking then?
- Yeah, I guess we don't
really have another choice.
- All right, you wanna walk?
Let's get walking.
It's gotta be better than standing around
waiting for the light to go out.
- [Summer] Do you guys think this is real?
- Has to be.
Like maybe I'm dreaming or
having a nightmare, you know?
And we're all having the same dream.
Is that what you're saying?
- No.
Maybe you are not real.
Maybe I'm just dreaming you.
- The logic doesn't follow. I'm real.
You are real.
See?
- Ow!
What the heck?
- You didn't wake up.
If it was a dream, you would've
woken up. Ergo, not a dream.
- You didn't have to pinch me.
- Yes I did.
For a lot of reasons.
- Maybe we're dead and this is hell.
- I mean, think about it.
That girl, Kenzi,
what if she crashed her
mountain bike and died?
What if I drowned in the lake?
What if you got eaten
by dogs at the shelter
and maybe you did drugs at the party-
- [Bunny] I don't do drugs.
- But I thought you lived in Hollywood.
- Well what about me?
I was just playing video
games with my friends.
- Brand aneurysm? Choked
to death on a cheese puff?
- I do like cheese puffs.
- Doesn't track.
And with a mouth that big,
you're not choking on shit.
I'm sorry, not sorry.
- Wow.
- [Bunny] Yeah, we're
alive. I can feel it.
- But how do you know what
being dead feels like?
What if it feels the same? Just different.
- She's got you there, Hollywood.
- No, I think she's right, Summer.
I mean, we're alive. I'm sorry.
- You're sorry we're alive?
- No, that's not... Come on.
You know that's not what I meant.
- I know what you meant.
I'm just fucking with you.
- Why though?
- Why not?
- Come on, girls, walk and
talk. We need to keep moving.
(light mysterious music)
- I don't wanna go to Brittany's party.
I said no!
- Hold up, Hollywood. What was that?
- What's what?
- What you said.
- I didn't say anything.
- Yes, you did. We all heard you.
- I didn't. I swear.
- Fine. Whatever.
Just get us outta here.
Get to walking and stay
where we can see you.
(light mysterious music continues)
- So we're not dead. We're not in a dream.
We're certainly not in
hell. So what is it then?
- I don't know.
- How do you know we're not in hell?
- Because I am a good person.
I go to church and I play by
the rules. I am not in hell.
No way. Not me.
- Okay.
- [Summer] Aliens.
- It's not aliens.
- How do you know?
- Because they haven't probed my ass.
(all laughing)
- A guy tried to probe my ass once.
It was, it was after prom. He-
- Don't go there. There's kids present.
Shoes untied.
(mechanism clicking)
(gentle music box music)
- Nobody move. No, don't move.
- What is that?
(uneasy music)
- What?
(explosion booming)
(girls screaming)
- No! Let me go!
Let me go!
(Midge wailing)
- [Bunny] I got you! I got you!
(Midge sobbing)
- It doesn't make sense.
- Does any of this make sense?
- No, listen, the first girl, Kenzi,
she went into the darkness, right?
Like that's what killed her. The dark.
Whatever's out there, it got her.
Summer, she was standing in the light.
She didn't do anything
wrong. She was just a kid.
It doesn't make sense.
I thought we were safe
if we stayed in the light
and didn't like...
I thought those were the rules.
- I don't think there are rules.
- No. There has to be rules.
There are rules to everything.
That's a very fabric of
our lives. There are rules.
And if you follow them, then
nothing bad can happen to you.
- That is some white girl
shit, if I've ever heard of it.
Rules don't apply equally. They never did.
No, I think if we're gonna survive this,
you better toughen up real quick
and forget what you think the rules are.
'Cause I don't think there
are any in a place like this.
- [Midge] You don't have to get mad at me.
- I'm not mad at you. I'm just...
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck.
I am sorry, okay? It's not you.
I'm just freaked out. Okay?
I'm fine.
- You're not okay. But that's okay.
- Thanks, Dr. Phil.
- You're welcome.
- You're kind of a shit, aren't you?
- Kind of.
- Okay. That I can deal with.
Attitude, that I understand.
That I can handle.
Okay, Hollywood, so what's the plan?
- I think we keep moving.
- [Nikki] Find a way out?
- Has to be one, right?
I mean, we got in somehow.
So if we keep walking,
we'll hit a wall or a door or something.
It can't go on forever, right?
- Can't it?
- You okay?
- Not really, no.
- Good.
'Cause if you were okay with this shit,
we'd be seriously worried.
- You cuss a lot.
- So?
- Nothing. I just never
heard a girl cuss so much.
My mom says it's a sign of...
I didn't mean that you. I just...
I'm sorry.
- You better get used to it, church girl.
So I feel like there's a
lot more cussing coming.
- Which way should we go?
- Which way were we going?
- (sighs) No idea.
- Great.
(uneasy music)
- Okay. White shoe.
- Shouldn't there be a lot
more blood around them?
The brachial artery runs about
here. It's a major artery.
So if you cut it, then-
- What? Are you a doctor now?
- No.
I learned about it in scouts.
I finally got my first
age badge last year.
And part of that was like learning how-
- Awesome.
Helpful how?
- Leave her be. I mean, she's right.
There should be more blood. It's weird.
- This is all weird.
- Fair.
- Whose arms do you think they are?
- Does it matter?
- I guess not.
- Well, we can't just
stand here staring at them.
- Well, what should we do?
- Go around.
Keep moving in the same
direction, I guess.
- Yeah. Okay.
- Sure.
(uneasy music)
- I have an idea.
- Shoot.
- Gimme your heels.
- Why?
- Because I have an idea.
I literally just said that.
Okay. Does anybody play baseball?
- Oh me.
I play on the park scene rec
softball team every year.
- Let make it this straight.
You are in a band, you're a scout
and you play softball every season?
- Yeah. My dad's the coach.
- Of course he is.
- We won a division last year.
Ah-huh.
- We did!
- And I suppose you're
the team's all star.
- [Midge] Actually-
- Shut the fuck up.
- Hold on though. This is good.
What position did you play?
- Pitcher. And sometimes shortstop too.
- So you've got a good arm.
- Well, yeah. Why?
Because (indistinct)-
- Pick a direction and throw it as hard
and as far as you can.
- That will accomplish what exactly?
- we've been walking
for, what? Like hours.
- Feels like it, yeah.
- So what if there's a wall,
like, like right there,
or a door or anything?
And if you throw it,
maybe it'll hit something.
And if it does, we'll change directions.
And if it doesn't,
well, we'll keep walking
in the same direction
and hope we had something soon.
- Not the worst idea.
You're really an all star?
- I am. I swear.
- All right, queen. Show me.
- Okay. Pick a direction and
throw it as far as you can.
Go ahead.
I should have heard something,
even if it was just the shoe falling.
- Maybe it landed on something soft.
- Maybe somebody caught it.
- I don't want to hear that.
- I mean, think about it though.
We know someone or
some-thing is out there.
Here pick a new direction and throw it.
- That is so not cool.
- Hold on. We still have
two directions left.
- And you think-
- I think we have to try.
Come on. You got it.
- Oh, come on! You really-
- Okay, stop.
- This doesn't make sense.
- Stop, stop. Let's just think.
Think for a minute.
This is impossible.
- And yet here we are.
(shoe thuds)
- [Midge] That's not one of our shoes.
- Then.
(shoe thuds)
(shoes thudding)
(tense music)
- Run! Run!
(uneasy music)
- Hey, stop. Hold on.
- We gotta keep moving.
- [Bunny] Yeah, I'm thirsty.
We can't stop. We have to find water.
- Same. Hungry too.
- No. What's that?
There? Do you see it?
Is that a light?
- What? Where?
- [Bunny] It's a light!
- A way out?
Come on! Hello?
- Bunny, stop!
- Something touched me.
- What was it?
- I don't know. It was wet and sticky.
And it touched me.
- From now on, you don't
fucking move without us.
- I'm sorry, I didn't-
- I mean it.
- Okay. Sorry.
Are you okay? I'm so sorry.
- Stop saying you're sorry!
I can't!
- Why not?!
- Because..!
Because it's how I was raised.
(Bunny sighs)
Let's just get this out there. Okay?
I'm sorry. I can't help it.
My mom, she wanted me
to be all these things.
An astronaut, a veterinarian,
a famous ballerina.
And I'm just fame-adjacent.
I just never really took
to any of those things
she told me I'd be.
I tried and I tried and
I just wasn't interested.
I was just disappointment.
At least that's what
she took to calling me,
when I decided to go to LA
instead of apply for college.
A little disappointment.
And I'm sorry, I'll
never stop being sorry.
I can't help it. That's...
That's me. Sorry.
- I was supposed to be a doctor.
- Surprised you're not.
You do everything else.
- That is not what I-
- I was supposed to be a
chemist or computer engineer.
But I like working with animals more.
My mom doesn't get it.
She says I am throwing it all away.
That it's hard enough for
Black girls to succeed.
Especially when they don't even try.
Like I'm not trying.
I try every goddamn day
and she can't even see it.
But still, I give her my paycheck
at the end of every month
to help pay with bills.
You know what?
She never once said, thank you.
But she sure doesn't hesitate to tell me
how much I'm letting her down.
How she has all her hopes
and dreams wrapped up in me.
I'm the oldest. I'm supposed to be better.
I'm supposed to set an
example for my little sister,
but I fucked that up.
And she's aint... She ain't
ever gonna let me forget it.
That's not fair.
- That sucks. I'm-
- Don't.
- See, you're not alone, Bunny.
None of us are who our
parents thought we'd be.
- Guess we're just a bunch of failures.
Should form a club.
- Yeah. What should we call it?
- The Fuckups?
- The Disappointment Girls.
- I love that.
- All right, Disappointment
Girls, just like in cheer,
Disappointment Girls on three.
One, two, three.
- [Together] Disappointment Girls!
- Well, we should keep
moving. I'm getting thirsty.
And a little sleepy too.
- Yeah, I do not wanna
spend the night here.
- Good call.
I don't know how long we can
go without water or food or-
- The rule of threes.
You can go three minutes without air,
three hours without shelter
in hostile environment,
three days without water and
three weeks without food.
Break those rules and you die.
- You know this how?
- I work as a park ranger in the summers.
- Of course you do.
- [Midge] I do!
- Yeah.
- Well, we've got air, I
don't think we need shelter,
but water, that we've gotta have.
So let's keep moving
and maybe, just maybe,
we might get lucky.
And maybe we should hold hands
so we don't get separated again.
All together.
- [Together] The Disappointment Girls.
- What the fuck?
- [Bunny] This can't be real.
(eerie whimsical music)
- I dunno, but they got food.
- Bogey, 12 o'clock.
- Hey.
- Should I blast 'em, Sarge?
- Please don't.
- Stand down, Private. For now.
- Come on, silly.
There's no need for that.
We are all friends here.
There's plenty to go around.
One, two, three. Three cookies each.
Three is a magic number.
Three times three is nine.
But nine is the number
of the devil's toes.
So you only get three.
- Well, well, well,
it looks like we're not
alone out here after all.
I guess say put some
entertainment in the box with us.
- We just-
Private!
- Sarge!
- Search 'em.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on.
You can't just-
- Would you girls like sugar in your tea?
How about milk?
(gasps) We have whole milk,
2% milk, half and half, cream.
And whatever's in this jar.
I think it's blood.
Ugh, definitely blood. Boo.
- [Private] Hands up!
- Back up.
- Look, we're not armed or
anything, okay? We're just-
(hand bangs)
- Speak when spoken to.
Young lady, your parents
ever teach you that?
Speak when spoken to.
You live longer that way.
- [Private] Clear!
- All right. Go ahead.
Sit down.
Eddie's private guy, as he were.
(uneasy music)
I said sit down. That's an order.
Sit.
- Screw you.
(Sergeant laughing)
- Aren't you a pretty little daisy.
Young lady, if I had an army
of men with your attitude,
hell, I could conquer the world.
Instead, all I got is this (indistinct).
All right, come on, sit down.
We're not gonna hurt you.
Welcome to Delta team.
I'll see if I can find you a
uniform, a rifle and some chow.
- I'm not a soldier.
- Darling, that ain't ever stopped
a United States government
from sending a person to war.
You are not special.
- You'll have to excuse him.
He's just grumpy 'cause he's
stuck here with the rest of us.
And he'd rather be somewhere in the mud,
killing bad guys with his gun thing.
(uneasy whimsical music)
(bell chimes)
Shall we say grace?
- Oh, this shit again!
(plates clanking)
- Let's just praise her. Okay?
- Hey, knock it off.
- Thanks. I'd slap his hand away, but...
Sorry.
- What happened to your arms?
- I was a bad girl.
- And how?
- I don't know exactly. I was just bad.
So she took my arms to teach me a lesson.
- What was the lesson?
- Don't be a bad girl? I'm not sure.
- (giggles) Okay, then. Okay, then.
Okay, then. Okay, okay.
Okay, then. Okay, then.
Here you go.
Drink your tea.
(tea splashing)
- Go ahead.
- What?
- You want to ask.
I can see it on your
face. So just ask already.
- All right. What is this place?
- It's classified, Tulip.
- It's Bunny, not Tulip.
- Sure it is.
Wait a minute.
Bunny, as in Bunny McKee?
- Yeah. Do I know you?
- I'd be damned.
That's good to meet you, Ms. McKee.
I saw you on TV.
You ain't not much do bag of (indistinct),
but watch TV.
Well, I'm Sergeant Scott
Mann. Delta Team commander.
Well, there, that's Private Eddie Guy.
Down there, well, that's Cindy Lee.
Stumpy next to her, that's Angie.
And a couple other men with me.
They didn't make it.
Corporal Toms set out on
a recon. Never returned.
Took privates fellows
and Powell with them.
That's good men.
Gone too soon.
- Gone too soon!
- We found arms.
- Oh, were they my arms?
- I mean, I don't know. Probably.
- Is anybody else missing their arms?
- Did you bring them with you?
Maybe get some glue or
something and put them back on?
Tape maybe? Duck tape?
- I don't really think
that's how that works.
- Oh, that's too bad.
I liked having arms.
I used them like all of the time.
- Right.
- You'd be surprised how useful arms are.
- This is so not okay.
- Hey.
- Yeah?
- How'd you get in here?
- I don't know. We were
deployed here, it'd be my guess.
Orders?
What about you? How did you
three petunias get in here?
- I don't know, but there used
to be five of us originally.
- The dark... It took them.
- There you go, honey.
They'll calm you right down.
- You've lost a good soldier. I get that.
And I'm sorry to hear it.
Losing a soldier under your
command, it's never easy.
- She wasn't a soldier.
She was just a little kid.
And she fucking blew up.
Whatever's out-
- Don't point!
Don't! She doesn't like.
Think it's rude.
They don't know. They don't know.
But they can learn.
Don't hurt them. Please.
They can learn. Just
give them a chance, okay?
Please? I'm tired of being alone.
Let them stay.
Please.
Tea party!
Eat up, everyone.
Later we'll play pin the tail
on the donkey and Twister.
I don't think I can play Twister.
Right hand yellow's gonna
be kind of a bitch for me.
Pin the tail on the
donkey's gonna be rough too,
now that I think about it.
- What's out there?
- You like some blood for your tea?
Sugar?
- No.
- [Cindy] Another cookie?
- No.
- Cake.
- No.
- You're a bad guest.
- She asked you a question.
- Hello?
- Hey, bitch! You hear us, right?
- Hey, I'm scared too,
but could you please
tell us what's out there?
Could you do that?
- It's not a what?
Not exactly. It's a who.
Who what.
- Okay, who then?
- Do you believe in God?
- Like God with a big G
or the concept of god,
you know, little g?
- Big G.
- I used to, when I was
younger, but now, no.
- I believe, now.
She didn't leave me much
of a choice, did she?
I've learned a very valuable
lesson. I'm a good girl now.
- What?
- Do you believe... In God?
- I don't know.
I think maybe there's
like a supreme being,
but I don't think he-
- She!
What?
- She.
God's a she. Big G.
Capital G. The biggest G.
- So you're saying God's a G.
- The biggest G. The G-O-D.
- The original G.
- Oh, definitely.
The O-G-G-O-D.
The Big Cheese, the OG Cheese even.
- God's the OG. Are you hearing this shit?
We need to get the hell out of
here. These people are crazy.
Let's take some food.
- Hold on.
Cindy... It's Cindy, right?
- A-ha, Cindy Lee. That's my name.
That's me. Cindy from Willows, Wisconsin.
My birthday is March 9th, 1959.
My mother's name is-
- Cindy, do you know what's happening?
What all this is?
Okay, awesome.
So, you know what's going on?
Alright, can you tell us?
- Do you believe in God?
- I don't.
- God's... Mad.
- Mad? Why would God be mad?
I mean he, she, at us?
I mean, we didn't even do anything.
- No, she's not angry. She's mad.
- Mad like crazy?
(Cindy clapping)
- Bingo! You got it.
Good job.
God's insane.
In fact, I would go so far as to say
she's completely out of
her ever loving mind.
- Great. She can join our club.
- You guys have a club? Can I join?
- Yeah. The Disappointment Girls.
But there's a secret handshake.
Okay, I guess you can be
an honorary member then.
We'll get you a T-shirt or something.
- Awesome.
- Cindy, what is this place?
And how do we get out?
- (chuckles) You don't.
Unless she wants you to.
Or maybe if she gets bored of
you, she'll throw you back.
But she likes to play with us.
She brought us here to play,
to have a tea party to keep her company.
She's a great big tentacle
unnameable, horror
that lives in the void.
An idiot lathering cosmic
god of unfathomable power.
I'm sure of it.
- God's a mad woman.
- It's the only thing that
makes sense, isn't it?
I have thought about it a lot.
I've had a lot of time to do that, think.
I mean, I just sat alone
in the void forever,
thinking and thinking, thinking,
until I thunk.
Do you know what I thunk?
- I don't think that's a word.
- What did you thunk?
- She's mad. Insane.
She must be. Who else but a
mad God would do this to us?
We're just her playthings.
She plucked us from our lives
and brought us here to keep her company.
She wants to play. You have to play.
If you don't-
- She'll take your arms!
- Yes, she'll rip your arms off.
Or worse, there are worse things.
There used to be others.
But they didn't listen.
- And she-
(hand bangs)
- That's enough, goddammit!
Look, isn't it obvious already,
Cindy, there is crazy
as a shit house loom.
Shell shock they used to call it.
That's what the experiment is.
See how long soldiers can
survive in a pure darkness
before they start to crack.
Being here in this,
it eats at you a little.
Makes you crazy.
It's gotta keep your shit together,
'cause if you gaze long and into an abyss,
abyss also gazes into you.
Makes you silly as a goose
with a popsicle up his ass.
- Was that Nietzsche? Are
you quoting Nietzsche?
I love Nietzsche. How do you-
- Shut up.
What are you saying?
There is no God,
no Big G,
little G or whatever.
We're all just silly gooses
with popsicles up our
asses waiting to melt.
(Private honking)
- So what do you think this is exactly?
- Yeah. Care to enlighten us?
You called it an experiment.
I mean, what do you mean?
- I told you, it's clear as day, isn't it?
This is an experiment,
a weapon of some kind.
The military is always
developing new weapons.
And this, it's just another one.
It's government. I'm telling you, tulip.
US government's got a history
of experimenting on their own people.
And well, that's what this is.
Obviously, some kind
of space exploration
experiment or something.
Alternate dimension stuff. Maybe.
They wanna see how long we
can take it before we crack.
They wanna test it before
they send in the real team.
That's what they do.
Test it on us plebe,
before the real happens.
You just gotta stay cool, stay focused,
wait for experiment to end.
- And if it doesn't?
- Well, they always do.
- You sure seem confident.
- I've been around, sweetheart.
- Right, and we're just
supposed to take your word on it
because you've been around?
- That's right.
- Bullshit.
- Oh, what's that? What's that, tulip?
- It's not an experiment.
- Well, you got intel?
- Well, no, but it doesn't make sense.
- But gibbering crazy cosmic She-God does?
- No, I don't think it's that either.
- Well, then we're back to square one.
- Not exactly. Let's just
think about what we know.
I mean, I'm sure the answer's
right in front of us.
- Well, we're not dead.
- Yet.
- Not helping.
- And we've already
agreed it's not a dream.
So not dead, not a dream, not in hell.
What's that leave?
- An experiment. Alternate reality.
- Like a video game. A Sim?
- God.
- Bullshit.
- I don't buy it. I don't buy any of it.
I'm missing something. I
just, I don't know what it is.
(light buzzing)
- Is it gonna go out?
Tell me it's not going to go out.
(Cindy giggling)
- It's okay, darling. Just don't move.
Not a muscle.
(gentle music box music)
If you don't move, she can't see you.
(Private choking)
(girls screaming)
- I did tell him not to move. More tea?
- We're leaving!
- You can't. (Laughing)
Where would you go?
Come on. Stay.
We can have a tea party forever.
- No, she said we're leaving.
- And I said you can't!
- Hey, come on! Let me go!
- You keep pulling, darling,
and I'll pluck both your eyes out
and eat them in front of you.
Now sit still. You're
going to make her angry.
You don't want that. Do you?
Sit still. That's a good girl.
- I'm a good girl.
- Come on, sit down.
We're having a tea party.
- You said it will be sleepy
time soon. What does that mean?
- It won't stay on forever, you know.
It goes out.
And then we sleep.
We don't have a choice.
- Then we have to find out a
way out before that happens.
- What don't you understand?
There is no way out.
This is who we are now.
This is what we are now.
Don't you get it? We are
the children of a mad God.
Nothing more.
We live and die at her leasure.
Praise her!
And perhaps she'll spare your life.
- No, we got in, we can get
out. There has to be a way.
I'm not gonna die here.
- Really, Sergeant?
- It's this gonna take the new
troops out on patrol, Cindy,
you know, see what's out there.
Secure the perimeter.
- You leave me? After
all I have done for you?
- I'm just not sure I like
the direction this is headed.
What with Private Guy's
head all torn off and stuff.
That's all.
In fact, I'm getting a feeling
there's a whole lot more
you aren't telling us.
So I think we'll just be headed out,
if it's all the same to you.
(tense music)
- I said you can't leave.
(tableware clanking)
- Well, you can't stop us, Cindy.
- Oh?
She speaks to me, Sergeant.
In the dark she whispers horrible,
(laughing) horrible things.
Pouring her words into my
ear, like poisoned honey.
She dreams such horrid dreams.
But I am her favorite.
She won't hurt me. I have
always been her favorite.
There isn't room for anyone else.
And I have grown tired of you. So-
(gun bangs)
- Quick. Come on.
- I can't.
She took my legs when nobody was looking.
I'm just a stump now.
- Oh my God.
(gentle music box music)
The monkey chased the weasel
- Run.
The monkey stopped
to pull up his socks
- Said run, goddamit. That's an order.
Soldiers, asses and
elbows now. Go, go, go!
(tense music)
Pop goes the weasel
(body slamming)
(tableware clanking)
Your turn.
(tense music)
- [Midge] I need a break.
- [Nikki] I thought you were an athlete.
(soft uneasy music)
Disappointment Girls for life.
- Hell yeah.
- Don't cuss. You're better than that.
- So are you.
- Fuck that.
- It's fading.
- How long do you think we
have before it goes out?
- I don't know. Not long.
- And then we go to sleep?
- Yeah. I guess.
- And when we wake up?
- I don't know.
- And if we don't wake up?
- I don't know. Sorry.
- I told you not to say that.
Disappointment Girls don't apologize.
- Right. Sorry.
- Okay, enough with the sorry shit.
We need to figure out
what our next move is.
- Just think we're out of options.
- No, I don't believe it.
(gentle music box music)
- Do you have any better ideas?
No!
- No!
- No!
(blood trickling)
(gentle music box music)
- I am getting tired. Can
barely keep my eyes open.
We're not getting outta
here, are we, Hollywood?
- Yes, we are. Tomorrow.
We'll try again tomorrow.
What?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.
I think I'm gonna take a nap.
- Okay.
(person humming)
- All right, honey. Time for bed.
Come on, put your dolls away.
I got your princess costume.
Ready for Brittany's
birthday party tomorrow?
- I don't wanna go.
- Yeah, well it's a princess
party, and you're going.
- But I don't wanna!
- Do you wanna be a disappointment girl
your whole life, Libby?
Because that's what
you're being right now,
a disappointment girl.
- Good.
- What's that?
- Nothing.
- Just put the fucking princess
costume on in the morning.
Okay?
- But I don't wanna be a princess, mother.
I wanna be a God.
(bright music)
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is available now.
Comes complete with Bunny
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Angie Lynn, Nikki Davis,
Kenzi Bleau, Midge Taylor,
and her new little sister, Summer Brown.
- Her hair looks so realistic.
- [Announcer] Collect them all.
The Bunny-Land Malibu Playhouse
comes complete with
furniture, a carrying case,
and six dolls for your child to enjoy
from the Bunny-Land collection.
Bunny-Land Malibu Playhouse,
Bunny McKee and her friends
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Accessories sold separately.
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(energetic dark music)
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