Extracurricular (2018) Movie Script
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And, uh--
I think it's over there.
Okay. (clearing throat)
And I think one of them is a conifer.
Conifer?
A tree like this. No, conifer. What is that?
Coniferous. What is that?
Like, a type of tree. Coniferous tree.
I don't know. This whole tree talk is freaking me out.
"Carnifores", cauliflowers.
What's this fascination with trees, by the way?
I'm happy to be here. That's all.
All right.
(tires grinding on gravel)
(door opening)
All right, good. Well, let's see. Oh, wow.
Oh, yeah.
This is nice.
Yes, it is.
It's nicer than I expected.
You know what it reminds me of?
What's that?
It's like Steve's cabin a little.
Steve's cabin? Yeah.
What, are you kidding me? Steve's cabin is haunted.
It kind of is. You're right.
It is. I told him, too.
Hey. I think, babe--
I think there are actual beds up there.
And plumbing?
Yes, there's plumbing, you big baby.
Okay. Why don't you put our clothes away?
Then I'll start a fire.
Yeah, of course.
(bird calling in the distance)
You know that's not a real fireplace, right?
Yeah, but this is nice.
I just wanted one romantic weekend before I bloat up.
In a few weeks, you won't even want to touch me.
No, that's not true.
I like it. I like this.
Yeah. It's not so bad.
Oh, no. "Not so bad," he says.
(chuckling)
(ominous music playing)
(car alarm blaring, horn honking)
(blaring and honking continue)
Babe? Hmm?
Why are the car lights on?
What? I don't know.
Did you hit the clicker or something?
No. It's over there.
What if someone's out there messing with the car?
Baby, there's no one around here for miles.
Well, you should go check,
or the battery will be dead by morning. Come on.
Ugh.
Come on.
Okay, okay.
(sighing)
(blaring and honking continue)
(door closing)
(blaring and honking stop)
Shit.
Ow!
Ray?
(sighing)
Shit.
Ray?
Ray, it's not funny.
Ray?
Ray, where are you?
(screaming)
(panting)
(whimpering)
(whimpering continues)
(shouting, whimpering)
Please, I'm begging you, please, don't kill--
Don't touch me!
(screaming)
There's a mighty blinding winter snow
It's a blinding road we go, ah-ah
Blinded by dark
You can blind me with light
Whatever feeds your appetite
I'll drive your blizzard road
Drive through the blinding snow
When does ski club meet this week?
Thursday.
Wednesday lunch.
Hmm?
Wait. Wednesday?
I thought we had a yearbook meeting on Wednesday.
Yeah. I got practice Wednesday. I can't make that.
What do you mean you can't go to practice?
We have to make our list of possible sponsors.
I don't know what you want me to say.
I got a game Saturday.
I can't miss practice.
Yeah, I'm out.
A/V club has a budget meeting.
I give up. We'll just figure it out without you.
Fine. Now--
About the cabin.
Yeah, I hate working outside.
Yeah. Me, too.
What? She didn't see us coming at all. It was perfect.
Yeah, because her little lamp sucked.
If she had the Maglite with her from the beginning,
we would have been screwed.
But she didn't.
You know, really, I should have been waiting in the car.
I thought we agreed that
she wasn't going to get into the car.
Miriam: Well, no,
but she goes for the door handle and bam!
My mask lit up in the driver's seat.
She falls back
and you're all there to grab her.
Yeah, but I mean, that's the point.
She runs away and she thinks she's home free,
and then her legs get swept up from under her.
You get to see the light leave her eyes, right?
Mm-hmm.
Remember back in June? The beach?
We all showed up at once. We scared the fuck out of them.
Yeah. That was pretty good.
Pretty good? Did you see the look on that lady's face, man?
She was, like--
(screaming)
Sorry.
Okay, okay. Next time, we go together.
And no more outdoors.
Oh, come on.
All right.
No more outdoors.
Thanks, baby.
There won't be any left behind
There won't be any seconds till
Can't follow
There won't be any dotted lines
Won't be anything, anything to fear
Can't follow
Don't you know
There will be any sound and light
Open door and open mind
Awake and ready for the ride
Won't have time to wait time to wait around
Can't follow
Can't follow can't let it go
Climbing in the air
There's nothing that can give it away
There's only more we want to see
Climbing in the air
There's nothing that can give it away
There's only more and more to see
We will take revenge, we'll take the day
Can't follow, can't follow
Derek: I don't know. I think you got lucky.
Yes. What if it wasn't lying around?
What if it was dull?
I don't know.
A piece of wood, rock, or something?
A piece of wood? What?
Oh, a logo for our Habitats and Humanity affiliate.
Tupperman wants it on his desk by Friday.
And so, a piece of wood is the--
A hammer and nail seemed too obvious.
Okay. You get a chance to look at those posters
for the blood drive, or do I have to--
Um, if you just show it to Harrison,
he can start printing it out.
All right. Sounds good.
Cool.
How would you have used a piece of wood?
I don't know, Jenny. Fucking sharpen it.
Oh, fuck me! Jesus Christ.
Oh, hey. Hey.
Wood would have worked.
Is that supposed to be a tongue-twister?
No. Instead of the axe.
Hey. Hey.
Where were you last night?
I texted you, like, six times,
and two of those were cat videos.
Yeah, I saw.
Um, I was writing a paper, and--
I know.
No distractions while you're working.
You get me.
That I do.
Oh, I got the tripod for tomorrow.
Are we still good?
Oh, could we actually do it later this week?
Well, what's the tripod for?
Oh, she's helping me film my dance application.
Ah.
She's a really good dancer.
Yeah, she is.
Um, I guess I'll see you later, then?
Yeah, for sure.
Okay, bye. Bye.
Hey. Hey.
You know I could have let you borrow my tripod, right?
So, you're just going to sit there whittling
while she's running away?
All I'm saying is we should have thought it through.
You know, brought our own supplies.
There's a hundred things we could use there.
It's called onsite procurement.
Derek, you play way too many video games.
I don't know how you're giving me shit for this.
Your whole plan was for them to see
the flashing lights on the car
and just come running out.
No, no. I had a fallback plan.
Which was?
Which was to turn the water off, okay?
They either come out to fix it or to take a piss.
And what if they pissed in the sink?
Ew.
When were you planning on telling us this?
He wasn't.
He thinks he's some sort of eight-dimensional chess player
who's smarter than us.
Okay. All right.
You got a plan for everything.
I like to just use what's ready and available.
Whatever happened to
just good old choking somebody?
You can strangle someone if it's part of the plan.
Derek could strangle half the people in this school.
Couldn't you, baby?
Thank you, sweetie. I'm sure he could, okay?
But if we don't plan,
we can't come to school anymore.
If we don't plan,
we're going to end up in jail or worse.
Try that choking idea on you, huh?
Awesome. You're stronger than me.
Fucking Neanderthal.
Okay. If we want to bring an axe,
we have to plan for it. If we fail to plan,
plan to fail.
Okay. So, why don't we just make a supply checklist?
No. No more checklists. No more prepping, planning.
I've got enough homework as it is.
This is supposed to be fun, not school.
All right? Okay.
Yep. Oh, Jesus.
Who called this in?
The paper got an anonymous tip.
They called us.
They said they'll do whatever they can
to help us catch the guy.
Yeah? Well, that'd be a first, wouldn't it?
(sighing)
You've been on the force what, six years, Mike?
It'll be six in January.
And how many homicides have we had in the county
before this year?
Just the Nicholson thing.
Yeah. That was a rough one.
And how many this year?
Three.
Three?
You think they're connected?
Where's the other body?
Mr. Vollman: Captain John Mason
approaches the village somewhere near the Mystic River.
Now, he doesn't have enough men to get through the wall,
so he lights the whole thing on fire.
Gives the order to his men to shoot anyone
who tries to escape.
Man. What kind of sicko would set someone on fire?
Somewhere between 400 and 700 Pequots are killed,
mostly women and children.
Now, where I'd like to open this up to you guys
is how Mason, or any of the English colonies,
for that matter, how they justify something like this.
Mr. Gordon?
I mean, what's there to justify?
You mess with the best, you die like the rest, right?
Hmm.
Ah, well, yeah.
That's certainly a popular sentiment
in this country's T-shirts and bumper stickers,
but, um--
But we are talking about a massacre
of innocent people here, Mr. Gordon.
What is the moral argument here?
Yeah? The other Mr. Gordon?
Well, the moral argument is an illusion.
The idea that there's some absolute law
made by the weak to protect themselves.
You've, um--
You've been reading Nietzsche, Ian.
And you should watch out.
Adolescent testosterone and Nietzsche
is a pretty dangerous combination.
The people we are talking about here
were so devoted to their interpretation of Christianity
that they are willing to go across the ocean
to live it out.
Now, how can they possibly justify something like this?
Because they're Christian.
Yeah,
but you can do better than that.
That's the whole Calvinist world view.
Some people are saved and others are damned,
and it's already decided.
And clearly, the Pequots aren't saved
since they're not living with Puritans,
so it doesn't really matter what you do to them.
Yeah. Interesting argument.
The point is
that the Calvinist world view
gives a lot of latitude to do horrible, horrible things.
(ominous music playing)
(school bell ringing)
Horrible, horrible things tomorrow.
Jamestown papers on my desk.
Okay, here we go. "Two dead in Grand Lake massacre."
Jenny: Two does not count as a massacre.
I know, right?
"The bodies of Ray Highstand
"and Gina Tannali were discovered
"early this morning
by park rangers at a remote cabin."
Premarital is not the Lord's way.
Jenny: Seriously.
Well, maybe she didn't change her name.
No, here it is.
"Friends said the two have been dating
for three years," blah, blah, blah.
"Police wouldn't release details of the murders.
"Ms. Tannali"--
What?
"Ms. Tannali recently told her friends
she was expecting their first child."
So?
I mean, it's not like we could have saved her.
That was one of our rules right from the beginning--
No kids.
She wasn't even showing.
It was just a bunch of cells.
It's not like we killed a squalling infant.
No, I know. You're right.
You're totally right.
Great. So, Friday?
What's Friday?
I was thinking
some kind of late-night activity.
You know?
What, like another one? Why Friday?
Halloween.
(laughing)
Oh, we're serious?
Doesn't that seem--
I thought the whole point is
that it's supposed to be, you know, a random act.
Halloween seems a little clichd.
It's not clichd. It's classic.
It's our first Halloween since we started.
We can't just sit at home.
That is so not a good idea.
We should be lying low.
Isn't that one of our rules, though?
No patterns?
I don't see how that fits.
We waited, what,
six weeks before the last one?
Seven weeks before that, six weeks before that.
That's a pattern.
Okay. Well, why don't we wait longer?
Like, maybe a few months.
A few months?
Well, I just got to get my applications in soon
and then, we're heading into midterms.
Since when do you have to worry about midterms?
It just seems like a lot.
And now, killing that kid, I get it.
Just a bunch of cells.
But I don't know.
Maybe it'll make the police
look into it a little harder.
I say we cool it for a bit.
Ian: So you can go to parties and get drunk, is that it?
No.
That's not it at all.
But maybe we should.
Maybe we should go to parties. Act normal.
Hey, how about this?
We do this one, and then nothing until New Year's.
Your applications can wait a week, right?
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Yes.
Ian: All right. If everything works out, we move forward.
If it doesn't, we scrap it. Deal?
Deal.
Ian: Deal.
Simple days and simple ways
We win the game we win the fame
I know that you want to try me
And take my hand
You take my hand
And we will go for a ride
You take my hand
And we will go for a ride
But we'll find something new
You'll find me a card to play
I'll read the signs
I won't look away or down
I'll take the crowd
You'll find me a card to play
I'll read the signs
I won't look away or down
I'll take the crowd
Time moves freely
Can you see me?
Coming round time
Coming round time
Hey. Hey.
Coming with us?
No, I think it's just the two of us.
Derek couldn't get out of practice.
What about Miriam?
Miriam is with Layla.
As usual. All right. Let's go, then.
Oh, man.
Mike: Hey, Al.
Hey, Mike.
They ran the story.
She was pregnant.
God damn.
Fuckin' hit 'em. Gotta call forensic
and make sure they keep their mouth shut on this one.
I'm sick and tired of reading about this shit
in the fucking newspapers.
What you got?
I got the files from Jackson County.
It's like pulling teeth.
Yeah. Some things never change.
Okay. Looks like we had one the same night. It was closed.
Got a two-for.
Looks like a meth deal gone bad by the looks of things.
Hang on. Four others.
That seem high to you? Yeah.
And for them.
They don't have the slightest idea where to start.
No witnesses, no suspects, no connections.
Yeah. Just like us.
What you got there?
Winchester, back in June.
The guy had this photo e-mailed to him
right around the time of death.
Hang on.
The woman last night e-mailed that photograph
right before she was killed.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
What, you don't get many pictures like that
e-mailed to you from unknown senders?
Call the DA.
Get that warrant we need.
It's time we reopened these cases.
I'll look into it.
Let me know.
Forensics, please.
How's the biology project with you and Miriam
coming along?
It's not coming along,
and I'm doing it by myself.
Miriam and Layla are pairing up.
Wow.
Really losing your number-one spot to the girls' team, huh?
It's not that.
Really? Okay. I just--
She spends so much time with her lately,
and I feel like it's not in line with what we're doing.
You think she's going to snitch?
No, no. I know she wouldn't.
I just--
I don't want her to slip up.
This one's fine.
There's a gun-rack on the 4x4.
They have a security system.
(scoffing) Those signs are all fake.
It's too close to the road.
What about this one?
Hmm.
Let's see.
Mom is in the garden raking leaves.
Pa is chopping wood.
Shit.
What?
That guy over there looks like a fucking psychopath.
Okay. You want to move on, then?
No, fuck that.
There's not enough room in this town for all of us.
(ignition turning)
What now?
Let's go play some pool.
All right. Let's go get Derek.
Derek: I don't get why we couldn't finish the game.
Well, it's almost two,
and we have school tomorrow, Derek.
Yeah? I'm just thinking you don't like to lose.
Okay. Whatever.
(open-door alarm dinging)
Come on.
What's the rush?
I have to do that paper for Vollman.
Six pages on the Jamestown colony.
Have you done that yet?
I have to do footnotes.
Slacker.
All right.
I'll see you later.
Yeah. Good night, baby. Bye.
(open-door alarm dinging)
I figure would it kill you
to maybe not kiss her in front of me?
I don't know. Maybe you're just a--
Okay. Whatever.
(siren wailing)
Shit.
Get over here.
Hi, Dad.
That was Jenny's car I just saw, right?
Well, she just finished a family dinner thing,
and she was coming over to grab some calc notes.
Yeah, I get it.
Both of you fully dressed, 2:00 in the morning.
Guys, look. I know I drive you crazy
busting your balls like this, but I love you.
Just trying to keep you out of trouble, that's all.
Next year, you're going to be in college
doing God knows what.
Until then, how about we follow some rules, huh?
Both: Yes, sir.
Okay. Get over here. Give your old man a hug.
2:00 in the morning or 2:30, for Christ's sake,
on a school night.
Huh? Go to bed. Get out of here.
All right.
Fuck.
Oh, sorry, Mr. Vollman.
I didn't realize you were in here.
Today is Tuesday, isn't it?
Yeah. And on a Tuesday,
you have a planning committee meeting in here.
Yeah, but we can find somewhere else.
It's not a problem.
No, no, no. Don't worry. I can go eat lunch in my car.
Okay.
Hey, Mr. Vollman.
Hi, Jenny.
Um, Ian?
I have something for you.
What's this?
Think of it as the anti-Nietzsche.
Look, Ian.
I know what it's like to be a smart teenage kid, okay?
If you could have seen me 10 years ago,
dressed all in black,
trying to liberate myself from the illusion
that life has any meaning whatsoever--
Look. I guess all I'm trying to say is
I think it's important that you establish an opposition,
a dialogue, and I think this could do just that.
Maybe you read it and it changes the way you look at the world,
or maybe you put it in your backpack
and forget all about it.
So it goes. Okay?
Hey.
Hi.
Hey, Ian, can I borrow that when you're done with it?
Oh, I'm done.
Good to go?
Yeah.
All right.
One-storey house with a basement.
There's a garage about 10 feet away
and a barn about 20 feet past that.
Three buildings?
That's a lot to control.
Yeah. We'll have to keep them in the house.
What if they make a run for it?
(scoffing) I think I can outrun a senior citizen.
Well, he's 50.
Why not keep him fenced in? What next?
They have a front door that they keep unlocked until bedtime,
around 11:00, and side door, not a problem.
Cheap lock.
Where'd you get those?
I went back after I dropped you at home.
Stuck around until about 3:00.
A.M.? Mm-hmm.
But your dad will leave the country
for months on end.
Yeah.
Having a dad who can't stand to be around me
totally rules.
The grass is greener.
Their names are Dave and Katherine Lauderback.
Owe 60 bucks on a credit card
which isn't getting paid.
And they have a friend in Midland
with a new grandkid. That's all I got.
We need the floor plans. Who's free after school?
I can probably get out of band.
Great. Then we'll head to City Hall.
As long as I'm back before dinner.
Sounds good. Sounds like a plan.
What are you going to tell your parents
when they ask what you've got there?
Uh, sociology.
A visual history of the suffragette movement.
Are you actually doing that in sociology?
Yeah, of course.
Every good lie has at least 95% truth.
Um,
do you want to come in for dinner tonight?
Or even just hang out for a few minutes?
Nah.
Your parents are too nice. It kind of freaks me out.
Suit yourself.
Good night.
(classical piano music playing)
Hey, monkey.
Hey, Dad.
What's that?
Oh, it's white chilli,
with enough cheese to kill a horse.
What's in the tube?
Just a visual history of the suffragette movement.
Oh. Can we see?
It's not ready yet.
But, uh, I'm just going to drop my stuff upstairs
and then I'll be right back down.
Yeah.
Make us proud, sweetie.
(giggling)
Was that too much?
Yes, a little.
Well, she's a hard worker.
She sure is.
(sighing)
(paper crinkling)
(sighing)
David L. Lauderback, 55,
married Katherine Skolarski
when they were in their late 20s.
She doesn't have a record,
but he got picked up for vagrancy when he was 30.
Vagrancy?
I don't know. Hitchhiking, maybe?
It doesn't say.
No weapon permits.
One landline, one cellphone in her name.
Got both numbers. Credit score is good, not great.
That's it?
Yeah.
They really like to live off the grid.
No, we can do better than that.
He is not on the Internet. She has a Facebook account.
Seven friends, five of which are relatives.
She likes gardening,
and leaves typical old-person comments
on her sister's kids' pictures.
(laughing) That's pathetic.
So, what are we going to wear?
What do you think? Creepy or what?
If it's all right,
I'd prefer something that covers the whole face.
Miriam: Well, I don't know. What if we make our own masks?
Like, maybe potato sacks with eye holes cut out?
Ian: Mmm. It's been done before.
When has it been done before?
I don't know. In, like, every slasher movie ever.
Miriam: Yeah, I guess so.
Guys, what about these?
Derek: Holy shit.
Miriam: Jeez.
I used to play a lot of dress-up as a kid.
What, like, animals?
Not just animals. Look.
Totally creepy, right?
Yep. It's a little disconcerting.
Grr! Okay?
I don't know. I've got a bunch of stuff.
Zombies, skulls, sexy ladies.
Sexy ladies?
Miriam: That's what it says on the label.
There's no thematic unity.
Ian: So?
So, who's going to be scared of four people
in mismatched masks?
I don't know. Why don't we get a bunch of these
and swap them out?
They'll think there's, like, 20 people hunting them.
I like it.
I don't know. What about coherence?
(scoffing) Coherence?
Fuck coherence.
It's about motherfucking chaos.
This will shake some shit up.
(piano playing)
Thanks.
Should I go again, or--
No, Nia.
Are you sure? I just--
I don't know.
I feel like the turns are off, and--
It was perfect.
Hi.
Hi.
Was that okay?
Yeah.
Um, you just surprised me.
In a good way?
Yeah. In a good way.
Where's everyone else?
Derek is in the washroom.
Three guesses where Miriam is.
With Layla?
You got it in one.
Hey, do you mind if I borrow those notes
from Ruaz's class today?
No.
What the hell is that?
It's nothing, okay? I was going to get rid of it.
It's from the cabin, isn't it?
You were going to put this in Vollman's desk?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Ian, please. I'm not stupid.
I know you're trying to pin this on Vollman.
(sighing)
Okay. Yeah.
It's insurance.
You know, just in case things don't go to plan.
What have we got?
Take a look. I think we got something.
All seven cases but one,
each victim received a different photograph
e-mailed to them from an unknown sender.
That's a deliberate pattern, Mikey.
Deliberately obscure.
I mean, who takes a picture of a candy wrapper?
(sighing) I don't know.
Look, how are you getting along with a warrant from the DA?
We got to start tracing this thing down.
Yeah. I'm working on it.
Okay. Good. Look, I'm going to head out to the scenes, okay?
Maybe we missed something.
I think this one thinks he's smarter than us.
Let's prove him wrong, yeah?
Let me know. Will do.
Alan: What do you got?
Mike: (on phone) The DA came through.
All the pictures were sent from the same IP.
Alan: You got a trace?
Mike: The high school.
We got a call out to their tech guy
to see if he can narrow it down.
Alan: I'm going to go head out, take a look around.
Ian: So, they make their way to the door.
Derek, you're going to be...
Derek: I... will grab the phone,
and I'll toss it to Jenny.
And Miriam does her bit,
and, um...
and then they turn around, and they see us.
Right. I'm going to be blocking the kitchen door here.
Derek, you're in the living room.
(beeping)
(clearing his throat)
Sorry. Um...
I get up, they panic,
and they make it to the hallway.
And if they overpower you?
Miriam: Then I make a run for it this way.
Derek?
Ian, we've been over this, like, a million times, dude.
We get it. We know what we're doing.
If they attack Miriam, where do you go?
I don't know. Cry and turn myself in.
We'll figure it out, alright?
We're fine.
Come on. It's six. We got to get out of here.
Yeah, let's go. We've got a lot to do tonight.
I'll pick you guys up at nine?
Derek: Thank you.
Jenny: You're welcome.
Are you okay?
You seem... distracted.
I'm fine.
You know that we need you for this.
Okay? I know you got a lot going on,
but this is the-- the last one.
For now.
(chuckling)
I think me and you both know that's not true.
You got better things going on.
It's not like that.
(laughing) No, it's...
it's exactly like that, but it's... okay.
I just need you to be focused...
for tonight.
I'll be fine.
I'll be fine.
Okay.
Okay.
Mike: (on phone) Did you find anything?
Alan: Yeah. I did.
All of it.
The photographs, all taken here.
Even a laptop.
And he sent the emails from here.
Mike: I think we're going to get that bastard.
Do you need forensics?
Alan: Yeah. Send them over.
(beeping)
(beeping)
(car approaching)
(woman speaking indistinctly on TV)
Hmm. Does that look like the place
that we were with my sister?
Mm-hmm.
(man speaking indistinctly on TV)
(knocking on door)
Don't worry about it.
We don't have candy.
The kids'll go away.
(knocking on door)
Geez.
Who's out there?
Must be some kids.
(pounding on door, phone ringing, doorbell ringing)
What the hell now?
Hello? (phone ringing)
Hello?
Hey!
Who the hell is out there?
Stop messing around!
Get the hell out of here!
You're kidding.
(sighing)
Fine. Yeah. Geez.
Dave, what? They say it's probably
just some kids fooling around.
They're going to send someone over,
but not for a couple hours.
I'm going to need something stronger.
Then you'll be awake all night, tossing and turning.
(sighing)
I'll meet you halfway, and I'll get you more sugar.
I'm already sweet enough.
Yes. You are.
(someone pounding on door)
Is that the police?
Girl: Help me.
Please, help me.
Dave: Someone's out here.
Katherine: What is it?
(girl crying)
Dave: You okay?
(shouting gruffly) (Katherine screaming)
Dave: Run! Run!
(Derek shouting gruffly) (Katherine screaming)
(Katherine screaming)
(screaming)
(screaming) (Katherine screaming)
Let's go! Let's go!
(banging on door) (screaming)
Oh, my God. Who are they?
How do I know? Where's your-- Give me your phone.
Oh, it's outside, in the living room, on the table.
Jesus Christ. Okay. We got to get out of here, out the window.
Okay. Lift me up.
(Katherine screaming)
There's more of them out there!
(rattling)
What are you looking for? Dave: My father's pistol.
Katherine: Oh, I put it in the barn. It made me nervous.
(sighing)
(thudding)
What are you doing?
(rattling at door)
(rattling at door)
(rattling stopping)
(phone vibrating)
Dave: I thought you left your phone in the living room.
Katherine: That's not my phone.
Oh, God. Don't answer.
I'm calling the police.
Press "ignore."
No. The other button. How-- how do I do that?
Okay. Here, give it to me.
(ringing)
Someone: (on phone, whispering) Katherine...
What do you want from us?
(shouting gruffly)
(Katherine screaming)
(all grunting)
Dave!
(screaming)
Dave!
Boy: (whispering) Nail it in.
(Katherine whimpering)
Katherine: Dave!
What have you done with him?
You cowards.
(spitting) Shut up!
Dave! Dave!
(panting)
Dave!
(crying)
None of these are good.
Jazz, country, blues.
None of these seem ominous enough,
not even as, like, ironic counterpoint.
It's all about juxtaposition.
Whatever you put on is going to seem creepy and weird.
Hurry up. You're first.
(country music playing)
Derek: Hey, bitch!
Jenny: Baby, you know you don't have to wear that anymore.
But I like it. It makes me feel pretty and elegant.
Take it off.
Whatever you say, missus.
Miriam: How did you guys do in Robinson's class today?
Ian: Uh, I think
I missed the one on buoyancy.
I hate you.
Pick up six.
Fuck.
Six.
Ian, how hard you hit that dude?
Are you sure you didn't kill him?
Last time I checked, he was breathing.
Is it me?
It's you.
Hey, uh, Jenny, pick up two, pick up four.
Derek: Ooh.
I could kill you.
I actually think we already have that covered, so...
Do you guys remember Darby?
She was... in our grade two class, I think.
And... she always had her hair in pigtails.
We were so close.
We told each other everything.
And then one day, she just moved away, and we never spoke.
And you're telling us this why?
No reason.
(coughing)
(coughing)
(coughing)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(panting)
(coughing)
(clicking)
Katherine!
Kath?
(panting)
(clicking)
(panting)
(shouting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(shouting)
(groaning)
Where the hell did you get that?
Basement.
Tried your advice on improvisation.
Fuck me.
Nicely done.
(whimpering)
(screaming)
Third mask?
Third mask.
(panting)
(screaming)
It's stuck.
Let me try.
Knock yourself out.
Oh, fuck. You got a plan for this, right?
The plan was that she didn't get in in the first place, Derek.
Miriam: Shut up for two minutes.
There's a door back here.
I think I could kick it through and one of us could fit.
Ian: Great. Who's going in?
I'm going in.
(howling)
(grunting)
(boys banging and howling)
(whispering) Guys, car.
Hurry it up in there. Someone's coming.
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
Everyone stay put.
Shit. It's a cop.
Keep her quiet. I'll handle this.
Shut her the fuck up!
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
Jenny, whatever you're doing, don't do it.
I said I'll handle this.
Ian: Jenny!
He gets out, I come up behind him, take him out.
Ian: No, no, no cops.
You know that. No cops. No. If we're going down
for this, Jenny, you take him the fuck out.
You're taking out no one, okay? You shut the fuck up.
Hello? Police officer.
Hello? This is Sheriff Gordon.
What the hell is he doing here?
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
Alan: Anybody there?
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
Miriam: Shh.
Alan: Hello?
Jenny: (whispering) He's heading to the barn.
(Katherine screaming)
What are you doing?
(dialing)
(phone ringing)
Woman: (on phone) 911. What is your emergency?
(pretending to cry) There's somebody in my house.
I'm at 6378 Route 124.
I think he has a gun.
Jenny: (whispering) Sorry, guys. It's him or us.
Ian: No. Stand the fuck down, Jenny.
Miriam, keep her quiet.
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
(grunting)
Woman: (on radio) All units, 52-11 in progress,
6378 Route 124.
Copy that. I'm pretty close, anyway.
I'll go check it out. There's nothing out here.
(grunting)
(Katherine grunting)
Help! Help!
(engine starting)
Help! Help me, please!
Help! Help!
(Katherine crying)
(siren wailing)
We're clear.
All good.
Katherine: Help! Help! Help!
Oh, God. Please.
No, please.
(Katherine crying)
(Crying)
Put it down.
You don't have to do this.
I'll help you. I'll help you.
I will.
You don't have to do it.
You don't want to do this.
You don't want to do this.
It can be over.
(grunting)
(Katherine choking)
(Katherine choking)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(Katherine choking)
(phone buzzing, chiming)
(firing gun)
What the fuck was that?
(boys bursting through door)
Miriam!
(Miriam and Katherine whimpering)
(Miriam and Katherine whimpering)
Shut her up!
Ian: This wasn't supposed to be here. It's not registered.
Derek: It's okay, man. It wasn't your fault.
No, it's not fucking okay, Derek!
For once, something isn't fixable, okay?
Your friend is dying!
Derek: Let's fucking torch the place,
burn the evidence.
Ian: No. We're not leaving her here, okay?
Derek: What do you want to do? Take her to the hospital,
go to jail for the rest of your fucking life?
We're not fucking leaving her here, okay?
Fuck you, Ian. Stop arguing, alright?
Help me get her in the car. You get the fire going.
Let's go.
(grunting)
Okay. I got her.
Do you have her? I'll drive.
(engine starting)
(honking horn) Come on, Derek! Come on!
Ian: How is she doing?
Jenny: Conscious, but not good.
What are we going to do?
You're going to be alright, Miriam.
We're going to get you to a hospital.
You're going to be fine. We can't take her to a hospital.
She's going to die if we don't, Derek! Fuck!
If we take her there, we're fucked. You don't think
the cops are going to start asking us questions?
Ian: We can handle the cops.
Derek: No. It's way too suspicious.
They'll start poking around.
We got to do something about her.
Ian: Do something? Listen to yourself, okay?
This is our friend, Derek!
Derek: We can't fucking take her there, alright?
What are we going to do?
Ian: You're alright, Miriam.
We'll be careful, okay? We're careful.
Derek: Ian, we can't take her back.
We got to get rid of her. (muffled muttering)
Ian: I can't believe you guys are fucking saying this.
She's still alive! We can save her! Please!
Derek: It's either her or us!
Ian: Please!
(muffled muttering)
Derek: Look at me. Look at me, okay? Listen.
We got this, alright? Just chill the fuck out.
Ian: No. We can't make that choice, okay? She's going to die, Derek!
(muffled shouting)
Derek: Listen to me.
We can't take her to the hospital.
(muffled shouting)
Look at me, Ian. Ian!
Do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail?
Guys... it's too late.
She's gone.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Now what?
Ian!
We could stage a robbery and then kill her.
It wouldn't be perfect,
but her dad keeps a shotgun in the study.
No. Slugs are way too much of a mess.
Derek, we can do this.
We have about three hours before her blood starts pooling.
Okay, this might work.
What are we talking about?
Her parents will hear us. They'll know.
No, they won't.
We sneak in, get Miriam into her bedroom, shoot her,
steal a bunch of shit, then get the hell out of there.
Yeah, dispatch, that 211 was a prank call.
That lady was not happy
about me waking them up at this time of night.
man on radio: Nobody appreciates us. Why don't you head on back?
Will do.
Dispatch, we got a fire at the Lauderback place.
Get me fire out there right now, God damn it. Shit.
(siren wailing)
Yeah, I got her.
(panting)
Watch your step.
Wait. Why not just kill her parents? Problem solved.
No, we're not killing them.
I got her keys.
Okay, me and Jenny are going to take care of her.
What?
You're staying out here, all right?
I'm not waiting out here, it's fucking cold.
You're fucking staying out here, Derek, okay? The lookout.
Take her.
I got her.
Just stick to the plan.
(sighing)
Should we undress her?
I'll do it. Go get the gun.
I think we have a problem. What?
There's no exit wound. The bullet's still in there.
This doesn't work with another bullet in there.
We have to get it out.
Do you want me to do it?
No, I'll do it.
You get rid of the bloody clothes, okay?
Mess some stuff up downstairs. I don't know.
Make the robbery look convincing.
And then go tell Derek to pull the car up.
Derek? What are you doing here?
Is everything okay?
You okay, Derek? Is everything all right?
What's going on?
Are you good?
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(grunting)
Kirk! Honey?
Stay there.
(panting)
Oh, my God. Derek?
Jenny? Jenny, what's going on?
(grunting)
(panting)
Derek!
Go take care of him!
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(gun cocking)
Ian, what are you doing?
You weren't supposed to be involved in this, mister.
Ian, this isn't you.
You don't know who I am.
You don't know anything about me.
You don't know what I'm capable of.
You don't know even know who your own daughter was.
Ian, don't do this.
Ian... Stop saying my name!
Ian!
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(panting)
Derek?
What happened?
What happened, Jenny? What happened?
What happened to him?
Derek's dead.
We're done. This is done.
Ian, I need you to get it together right now.
We have an insurance plan. Remember?
Put this on Vollman, just like we planned.
We have a plan, Jenny. The plan went to shit.
How are we going to put this on Vollman if Vollman's not here?
He'll be here.
"He'll be here"?
How's he going to be here at this time, Jenny?
He'll be here.
Oh?
I texted him from Miriam's phone. He'll be here.
Trust me.
(panting)
Jenny: Take care of her.
Finish her off. I'll start cleanup.
No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don't do this.
It's Miriam's mom.
Yeah, please don't do that.
Jenny: How does this work if she's still alive?
It doesn't.
But the plan doesn't work.
Ian, she's no different than any of the others.
Come on.
Please.
We're running out of time. Come on.
I can't do it.
Ian.
I can't lie to my dad, not about Derek. He'll know.
It doesn't work. It doesn't work.
You can't lie to your--
It doesn't work. It doesn't work.
It's not going to work, Jenny.
I think it will.
(gun firing)
(whimpering)
No, no, no, no! No!
(panting)
Jenny? Okay, Jenny, Jenny.
Jenny, Jen, Jenny, Jenny, no, no, no. What's happening?
You don't have to do this. It's over, okay?
They're all gone. You don't have to do this. It's done.
Honey, I'm your best friend's mom. You don't want to do this.
No. No!
(gun firing)
Hey, baby. You okay?
(groaning)
woman on radio: We have a report of shots fired at 43 Whitaker.
Dispatch, confirm that address, please.
43 Whitaker.
Jesus Christ.
Man: Hello?
Uhh...
Hello?
Mr. Vollman.
Umm, Jenny, umm, let's just put the gun down, okay?
Where's, umm, where's Miriam, Jenny? Is someone hurt?
Jenny, are you okay?
I killed him.
Is someone hurt?
(laughing)
I just need you to give me the gun.
(screaming)
Drop the gun!
(gun firing)
(crying)
It's okay.
(crying)
Surface we have sewn
Places we have grown
Are in me
Are all in me
Waiting in the dawn
For you, I am gone
You're in me
You're all in me
Saving all we know
Piecing what we grow
Are in me
Are all in me
Every corner, I see me and you
I didn't know what to do.
I could have stopped him. I could have stopped him.
I'm so sorry.
A rippled nest with its own light
So long
Hey, you don't want to go in there.
What are you talking about?
Alan.
Every corner, I see me and you
I have your story
In my body
It ain't a stone we throw away to find
So long
Surface we have sewn
Places we have grown
Are in me
They're all in me
Waiting in the dawn
For you, I am gone
You're in me
You're all in me
Saving all we know
Piecing what we grow
Are in me
Are all in me
Colour in my bone
By a rolling stone
You're in me
You're all in me
You are in every hour
And every page
That I come to
Your way
You're in every hour
And every page
That I come to
Your way
Every corner, I see me and you
Every page
I have your story
Into my body
Every hour
And every page
That I come to
Your way
Every corner, I see my and you
I have your story
in my body
Come and dance with me
Away on the sword
Come and dance with me
Away on the sword
We will forget everything that we are
Forget where we have been
We will forget
Where we were
What we want to be
Don't you know?
Don't you?
Don't you know?
Don't you?
We will forget
Everything that our mind possesses
We will go
Come and dance with me
Away on the sword
And, uh--
I think it's over there.
Okay. (clearing throat)
And I think one of them is a conifer.
Conifer?
A tree like this. No, conifer. What is that?
Coniferous. What is that?
Like, a type of tree. Coniferous tree.
I don't know. This whole tree talk is freaking me out.
"Carnifores", cauliflowers.
What's this fascination with trees, by the way?
I'm happy to be here. That's all.
All right.
(tires grinding on gravel)
(door opening)
All right, good. Well, let's see. Oh, wow.
Oh, yeah.
This is nice.
Yes, it is.
It's nicer than I expected.
You know what it reminds me of?
What's that?
It's like Steve's cabin a little.
Steve's cabin? Yeah.
What, are you kidding me? Steve's cabin is haunted.
It kind of is. You're right.
It is. I told him, too.
Hey. I think, babe--
I think there are actual beds up there.
And plumbing?
Yes, there's plumbing, you big baby.
Okay. Why don't you put our clothes away?
Then I'll start a fire.
Yeah, of course.
(bird calling in the distance)
You know that's not a real fireplace, right?
Yeah, but this is nice.
I just wanted one romantic weekend before I bloat up.
In a few weeks, you won't even want to touch me.
No, that's not true.
I like it. I like this.
Yeah. It's not so bad.
Oh, no. "Not so bad," he says.
(chuckling)
(ominous music playing)
(car alarm blaring, horn honking)
(blaring and honking continue)
Babe? Hmm?
Why are the car lights on?
What? I don't know.
Did you hit the clicker or something?
No. It's over there.
What if someone's out there messing with the car?
Baby, there's no one around here for miles.
Well, you should go check,
or the battery will be dead by morning. Come on.
Ugh.
Come on.
Okay, okay.
(sighing)
(blaring and honking continue)
(door closing)
(blaring and honking stop)
Shit.
Ow!
Ray?
(sighing)
Shit.
Ray?
Ray, it's not funny.
Ray?
Ray, where are you?
(screaming)
(panting)
(whimpering)
(whimpering continues)
(shouting, whimpering)
Please, I'm begging you, please, don't kill--
Don't touch me!
(screaming)
There's a mighty blinding winter snow
It's a blinding road we go, ah-ah
Blinded by dark
You can blind me with light
Whatever feeds your appetite
I'll drive your blizzard road
Drive through the blinding snow
When does ski club meet this week?
Thursday.
Wednesday lunch.
Hmm?
Wait. Wednesday?
I thought we had a yearbook meeting on Wednesday.
Yeah. I got practice Wednesday. I can't make that.
What do you mean you can't go to practice?
We have to make our list of possible sponsors.
I don't know what you want me to say.
I got a game Saturday.
I can't miss practice.
Yeah, I'm out.
A/V club has a budget meeting.
I give up. We'll just figure it out without you.
Fine. Now--
About the cabin.
Yeah, I hate working outside.
Yeah. Me, too.
What? She didn't see us coming at all. It was perfect.
Yeah, because her little lamp sucked.
If she had the Maglite with her from the beginning,
we would have been screwed.
But she didn't.
You know, really, I should have been waiting in the car.
I thought we agreed that
she wasn't going to get into the car.
Miriam: Well, no,
but she goes for the door handle and bam!
My mask lit up in the driver's seat.
She falls back
and you're all there to grab her.
Yeah, but I mean, that's the point.
She runs away and she thinks she's home free,
and then her legs get swept up from under her.
You get to see the light leave her eyes, right?
Mm-hmm.
Remember back in June? The beach?
We all showed up at once. We scared the fuck out of them.
Yeah. That was pretty good.
Pretty good? Did you see the look on that lady's face, man?
She was, like--
(screaming)
Sorry.
Okay, okay. Next time, we go together.
And no more outdoors.
Oh, come on.
All right.
No more outdoors.
Thanks, baby.
There won't be any left behind
There won't be any seconds till
Can't follow
There won't be any dotted lines
Won't be anything, anything to fear
Can't follow
Don't you know
There will be any sound and light
Open door and open mind
Awake and ready for the ride
Won't have time to wait time to wait around
Can't follow
Can't follow can't let it go
Climbing in the air
There's nothing that can give it away
There's only more we want to see
Climbing in the air
There's nothing that can give it away
There's only more and more to see
We will take revenge, we'll take the day
Can't follow, can't follow
Derek: I don't know. I think you got lucky.
Yes. What if it wasn't lying around?
What if it was dull?
I don't know.
A piece of wood, rock, or something?
A piece of wood? What?
Oh, a logo for our Habitats and Humanity affiliate.
Tupperman wants it on his desk by Friday.
And so, a piece of wood is the--
A hammer and nail seemed too obvious.
Okay. You get a chance to look at those posters
for the blood drive, or do I have to--
Um, if you just show it to Harrison,
he can start printing it out.
All right. Sounds good.
Cool.
How would you have used a piece of wood?
I don't know, Jenny. Fucking sharpen it.
Oh, fuck me! Jesus Christ.
Oh, hey. Hey.
Wood would have worked.
Is that supposed to be a tongue-twister?
No. Instead of the axe.
Hey. Hey.
Where were you last night?
I texted you, like, six times,
and two of those were cat videos.
Yeah, I saw.
Um, I was writing a paper, and--
I know.
No distractions while you're working.
You get me.
That I do.
Oh, I got the tripod for tomorrow.
Are we still good?
Oh, could we actually do it later this week?
Well, what's the tripod for?
Oh, she's helping me film my dance application.
Ah.
She's a really good dancer.
Yeah, she is.
Um, I guess I'll see you later, then?
Yeah, for sure.
Okay, bye. Bye.
Hey. Hey.
You know I could have let you borrow my tripod, right?
So, you're just going to sit there whittling
while she's running away?
All I'm saying is we should have thought it through.
You know, brought our own supplies.
There's a hundred things we could use there.
It's called onsite procurement.
Derek, you play way too many video games.
I don't know how you're giving me shit for this.
Your whole plan was for them to see
the flashing lights on the car
and just come running out.
No, no. I had a fallback plan.
Which was?
Which was to turn the water off, okay?
They either come out to fix it or to take a piss.
And what if they pissed in the sink?
Ew.
When were you planning on telling us this?
He wasn't.
He thinks he's some sort of eight-dimensional chess player
who's smarter than us.
Okay. All right.
You got a plan for everything.
I like to just use what's ready and available.
Whatever happened to
just good old choking somebody?
You can strangle someone if it's part of the plan.
Derek could strangle half the people in this school.
Couldn't you, baby?
Thank you, sweetie. I'm sure he could, okay?
But if we don't plan,
we can't come to school anymore.
If we don't plan,
we're going to end up in jail or worse.
Try that choking idea on you, huh?
Awesome. You're stronger than me.
Fucking Neanderthal.
Okay. If we want to bring an axe,
we have to plan for it. If we fail to plan,
plan to fail.
Okay. So, why don't we just make a supply checklist?
No. No more checklists. No more prepping, planning.
I've got enough homework as it is.
This is supposed to be fun, not school.
All right? Okay.
Yep. Oh, Jesus.
Who called this in?
The paper got an anonymous tip.
They called us.
They said they'll do whatever they can
to help us catch the guy.
Yeah? Well, that'd be a first, wouldn't it?
(sighing)
You've been on the force what, six years, Mike?
It'll be six in January.
And how many homicides have we had in the county
before this year?
Just the Nicholson thing.
Yeah. That was a rough one.
And how many this year?
Three.
Three?
You think they're connected?
Where's the other body?
Mr. Vollman: Captain John Mason
approaches the village somewhere near the Mystic River.
Now, he doesn't have enough men to get through the wall,
so he lights the whole thing on fire.
Gives the order to his men to shoot anyone
who tries to escape.
Man. What kind of sicko would set someone on fire?
Somewhere between 400 and 700 Pequots are killed,
mostly women and children.
Now, where I'd like to open this up to you guys
is how Mason, or any of the English colonies,
for that matter, how they justify something like this.
Mr. Gordon?
I mean, what's there to justify?
You mess with the best, you die like the rest, right?
Hmm.
Ah, well, yeah.
That's certainly a popular sentiment
in this country's T-shirts and bumper stickers,
but, um--
But we are talking about a massacre
of innocent people here, Mr. Gordon.
What is the moral argument here?
Yeah? The other Mr. Gordon?
Well, the moral argument is an illusion.
The idea that there's some absolute law
made by the weak to protect themselves.
You've, um--
You've been reading Nietzsche, Ian.
And you should watch out.
Adolescent testosterone and Nietzsche
is a pretty dangerous combination.
The people we are talking about here
were so devoted to their interpretation of Christianity
that they are willing to go across the ocean
to live it out.
Now, how can they possibly justify something like this?
Because they're Christian.
Yeah,
but you can do better than that.
That's the whole Calvinist world view.
Some people are saved and others are damned,
and it's already decided.
And clearly, the Pequots aren't saved
since they're not living with Puritans,
so it doesn't really matter what you do to them.
Yeah. Interesting argument.
The point is
that the Calvinist world view
gives a lot of latitude to do horrible, horrible things.
(ominous music playing)
(school bell ringing)
Horrible, horrible things tomorrow.
Jamestown papers on my desk.
Okay, here we go. "Two dead in Grand Lake massacre."
Jenny: Two does not count as a massacre.
I know, right?
"The bodies of Ray Highstand
"and Gina Tannali were discovered
"early this morning
by park rangers at a remote cabin."
Premarital is not the Lord's way.
Jenny: Seriously.
Well, maybe she didn't change her name.
No, here it is.
"Friends said the two have been dating
for three years," blah, blah, blah.
"Police wouldn't release details of the murders.
"Ms. Tannali"--
What?
"Ms. Tannali recently told her friends
she was expecting their first child."
So?
I mean, it's not like we could have saved her.
That was one of our rules right from the beginning--
No kids.
She wasn't even showing.
It was just a bunch of cells.
It's not like we killed a squalling infant.
No, I know. You're right.
You're totally right.
Great. So, Friday?
What's Friday?
I was thinking
some kind of late-night activity.
You know?
What, like another one? Why Friday?
Halloween.
(laughing)
Oh, we're serious?
Doesn't that seem--
I thought the whole point is
that it's supposed to be, you know, a random act.
Halloween seems a little clichd.
It's not clichd. It's classic.
It's our first Halloween since we started.
We can't just sit at home.
That is so not a good idea.
We should be lying low.
Isn't that one of our rules, though?
No patterns?
I don't see how that fits.
We waited, what,
six weeks before the last one?
Seven weeks before that, six weeks before that.
That's a pattern.
Okay. Well, why don't we wait longer?
Like, maybe a few months.
A few months?
Well, I just got to get my applications in soon
and then, we're heading into midterms.
Since when do you have to worry about midterms?
It just seems like a lot.
And now, killing that kid, I get it.
Just a bunch of cells.
But I don't know.
Maybe it'll make the police
look into it a little harder.
I say we cool it for a bit.
Ian: So you can go to parties and get drunk, is that it?
No.
That's not it at all.
But maybe we should.
Maybe we should go to parties. Act normal.
Hey, how about this?
We do this one, and then nothing until New Year's.
Your applications can wait a week, right?
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Yes.
Ian: All right. If everything works out, we move forward.
If it doesn't, we scrap it. Deal?
Deal.
Ian: Deal.
Simple days and simple ways
We win the game we win the fame
I know that you want to try me
And take my hand
You take my hand
And we will go for a ride
You take my hand
And we will go for a ride
But we'll find something new
You'll find me a card to play
I'll read the signs
I won't look away or down
I'll take the crowd
You'll find me a card to play
I'll read the signs
I won't look away or down
I'll take the crowd
Time moves freely
Can you see me?
Coming round time
Coming round time
Hey. Hey.
Coming with us?
No, I think it's just the two of us.
Derek couldn't get out of practice.
What about Miriam?
Miriam is with Layla.
As usual. All right. Let's go, then.
Oh, man.
Mike: Hey, Al.
Hey, Mike.
They ran the story.
She was pregnant.
God damn.
Fuckin' hit 'em. Gotta call forensic
and make sure they keep their mouth shut on this one.
I'm sick and tired of reading about this shit
in the fucking newspapers.
What you got?
I got the files from Jackson County.
It's like pulling teeth.
Yeah. Some things never change.
Okay. Looks like we had one the same night. It was closed.
Got a two-for.
Looks like a meth deal gone bad by the looks of things.
Hang on. Four others.
That seem high to you? Yeah.
And for them.
They don't have the slightest idea where to start.
No witnesses, no suspects, no connections.
Yeah. Just like us.
What you got there?
Winchester, back in June.
The guy had this photo e-mailed to him
right around the time of death.
Hang on.
The woman last night e-mailed that photograph
right before she was killed.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
What, you don't get many pictures like that
e-mailed to you from unknown senders?
Call the DA.
Get that warrant we need.
It's time we reopened these cases.
I'll look into it.
Let me know.
Forensics, please.
How's the biology project with you and Miriam
coming along?
It's not coming along,
and I'm doing it by myself.
Miriam and Layla are pairing up.
Wow.
Really losing your number-one spot to the girls' team, huh?
It's not that.
Really? Okay. I just--
She spends so much time with her lately,
and I feel like it's not in line with what we're doing.
You think she's going to snitch?
No, no. I know she wouldn't.
I just--
I don't want her to slip up.
This one's fine.
There's a gun-rack on the 4x4.
They have a security system.
(scoffing) Those signs are all fake.
It's too close to the road.
What about this one?
Hmm.
Let's see.
Mom is in the garden raking leaves.
Pa is chopping wood.
Shit.
What?
That guy over there looks like a fucking psychopath.
Okay. You want to move on, then?
No, fuck that.
There's not enough room in this town for all of us.
(ignition turning)
What now?
Let's go play some pool.
All right. Let's go get Derek.
Derek: I don't get why we couldn't finish the game.
Well, it's almost two,
and we have school tomorrow, Derek.
Yeah? I'm just thinking you don't like to lose.
Okay. Whatever.
(open-door alarm dinging)
Come on.
What's the rush?
I have to do that paper for Vollman.
Six pages on the Jamestown colony.
Have you done that yet?
I have to do footnotes.
Slacker.
All right.
I'll see you later.
Yeah. Good night, baby. Bye.
(open-door alarm dinging)
I figure would it kill you
to maybe not kiss her in front of me?
I don't know. Maybe you're just a--
Okay. Whatever.
(siren wailing)
Shit.
Get over here.
Hi, Dad.
That was Jenny's car I just saw, right?
Well, she just finished a family dinner thing,
and she was coming over to grab some calc notes.
Yeah, I get it.
Both of you fully dressed, 2:00 in the morning.
Guys, look. I know I drive you crazy
busting your balls like this, but I love you.
Just trying to keep you out of trouble, that's all.
Next year, you're going to be in college
doing God knows what.
Until then, how about we follow some rules, huh?
Both: Yes, sir.
Okay. Get over here. Give your old man a hug.
2:00 in the morning or 2:30, for Christ's sake,
on a school night.
Huh? Go to bed. Get out of here.
All right.
Fuck.
Oh, sorry, Mr. Vollman.
I didn't realize you were in here.
Today is Tuesday, isn't it?
Yeah. And on a Tuesday,
you have a planning committee meeting in here.
Yeah, but we can find somewhere else.
It's not a problem.
No, no, no. Don't worry. I can go eat lunch in my car.
Okay.
Hey, Mr. Vollman.
Hi, Jenny.
Um, Ian?
I have something for you.
What's this?
Think of it as the anti-Nietzsche.
Look, Ian.
I know what it's like to be a smart teenage kid, okay?
If you could have seen me 10 years ago,
dressed all in black,
trying to liberate myself from the illusion
that life has any meaning whatsoever--
Look. I guess all I'm trying to say is
I think it's important that you establish an opposition,
a dialogue, and I think this could do just that.
Maybe you read it and it changes the way you look at the world,
or maybe you put it in your backpack
and forget all about it.
So it goes. Okay?
Hey.
Hi.
Hey, Ian, can I borrow that when you're done with it?
Oh, I'm done.
Good to go?
Yeah.
All right.
One-storey house with a basement.
There's a garage about 10 feet away
and a barn about 20 feet past that.
Three buildings?
That's a lot to control.
Yeah. We'll have to keep them in the house.
What if they make a run for it?
(scoffing) I think I can outrun a senior citizen.
Well, he's 50.
Why not keep him fenced in? What next?
They have a front door that they keep unlocked until bedtime,
around 11:00, and side door, not a problem.
Cheap lock.
Where'd you get those?
I went back after I dropped you at home.
Stuck around until about 3:00.
A.M.? Mm-hmm.
But your dad will leave the country
for months on end.
Yeah.
Having a dad who can't stand to be around me
totally rules.
The grass is greener.
Their names are Dave and Katherine Lauderback.
Owe 60 bucks on a credit card
which isn't getting paid.
And they have a friend in Midland
with a new grandkid. That's all I got.
We need the floor plans. Who's free after school?
I can probably get out of band.
Great. Then we'll head to City Hall.
As long as I'm back before dinner.
Sounds good. Sounds like a plan.
What are you going to tell your parents
when they ask what you've got there?
Uh, sociology.
A visual history of the suffragette movement.
Are you actually doing that in sociology?
Yeah, of course.
Every good lie has at least 95% truth.
Um,
do you want to come in for dinner tonight?
Or even just hang out for a few minutes?
Nah.
Your parents are too nice. It kind of freaks me out.
Suit yourself.
Good night.
(classical piano music playing)
Hey, monkey.
Hey, Dad.
What's that?
Oh, it's white chilli,
with enough cheese to kill a horse.
What's in the tube?
Just a visual history of the suffragette movement.
Oh. Can we see?
It's not ready yet.
But, uh, I'm just going to drop my stuff upstairs
and then I'll be right back down.
Yeah.
Make us proud, sweetie.
(giggling)
Was that too much?
Yes, a little.
Well, she's a hard worker.
She sure is.
(sighing)
(paper crinkling)
(sighing)
David L. Lauderback, 55,
married Katherine Skolarski
when they were in their late 20s.
She doesn't have a record,
but he got picked up for vagrancy when he was 30.
Vagrancy?
I don't know. Hitchhiking, maybe?
It doesn't say.
No weapon permits.
One landline, one cellphone in her name.
Got both numbers. Credit score is good, not great.
That's it?
Yeah.
They really like to live off the grid.
No, we can do better than that.
He is not on the Internet. She has a Facebook account.
Seven friends, five of which are relatives.
She likes gardening,
and leaves typical old-person comments
on her sister's kids' pictures.
(laughing) That's pathetic.
So, what are we going to wear?
What do you think? Creepy or what?
If it's all right,
I'd prefer something that covers the whole face.
Miriam: Well, I don't know. What if we make our own masks?
Like, maybe potato sacks with eye holes cut out?
Ian: Mmm. It's been done before.
When has it been done before?
I don't know. In, like, every slasher movie ever.
Miriam: Yeah, I guess so.
Guys, what about these?
Derek: Holy shit.
Miriam: Jeez.
I used to play a lot of dress-up as a kid.
What, like, animals?
Not just animals. Look.
Totally creepy, right?
Yep. It's a little disconcerting.
Grr! Okay?
I don't know. I've got a bunch of stuff.
Zombies, skulls, sexy ladies.
Sexy ladies?
Miriam: That's what it says on the label.
There's no thematic unity.
Ian: So?
So, who's going to be scared of four people
in mismatched masks?
I don't know. Why don't we get a bunch of these
and swap them out?
They'll think there's, like, 20 people hunting them.
I like it.
I don't know. What about coherence?
(scoffing) Coherence?
Fuck coherence.
It's about motherfucking chaos.
This will shake some shit up.
(piano playing)
Thanks.
Should I go again, or--
No, Nia.
Are you sure? I just--
I don't know.
I feel like the turns are off, and--
It was perfect.
Hi.
Hi.
Was that okay?
Yeah.
Um, you just surprised me.
In a good way?
Yeah. In a good way.
Where's everyone else?
Derek is in the washroom.
Three guesses where Miriam is.
With Layla?
You got it in one.
Hey, do you mind if I borrow those notes
from Ruaz's class today?
No.
What the hell is that?
It's nothing, okay? I was going to get rid of it.
It's from the cabin, isn't it?
You were going to put this in Vollman's desk?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Ian, please. I'm not stupid.
I know you're trying to pin this on Vollman.
(sighing)
Okay. Yeah.
It's insurance.
You know, just in case things don't go to plan.
What have we got?
Take a look. I think we got something.
All seven cases but one,
each victim received a different photograph
e-mailed to them from an unknown sender.
That's a deliberate pattern, Mikey.
Deliberately obscure.
I mean, who takes a picture of a candy wrapper?
(sighing) I don't know.
Look, how are you getting along with a warrant from the DA?
We got to start tracing this thing down.
Yeah. I'm working on it.
Okay. Good. Look, I'm going to head out to the scenes, okay?
Maybe we missed something.
I think this one thinks he's smarter than us.
Let's prove him wrong, yeah?
Let me know. Will do.
Alan: What do you got?
Mike: (on phone) The DA came through.
All the pictures were sent from the same IP.
Alan: You got a trace?
Mike: The high school.
We got a call out to their tech guy
to see if he can narrow it down.
Alan: I'm going to go head out, take a look around.
Ian: So, they make their way to the door.
Derek, you're going to be...
Derek: I... will grab the phone,
and I'll toss it to Jenny.
And Miriam does her bit,
and, um...
and then they turn around, and they see us.
Right. I'm going to be blocking the kitchen door here.
Derek, you're in the living room.
(beeping)
(clearing his throat)
Sorry. Um...
I get up, they panic,
and they make it to the hallway.
And if they overpower you?
Miriam: Then I make a run for it this way.
Derek?
Ian, we've been over this, like, a million times, dude.
We get it. We know what we're doing.
If they attack Miriam, where do you go?
I don't know. Cry and turn myself in.
We'll figure it out, alright?
We're fine.
Come on. It's six. We got to get out of here.
Yeah, let's go. We've got a lot to do tonight.
I'll pick you guys up at nine?
Derek: Thank you.
Jenny: You're welcome.
Are you okay?
You seem... distracted.
I'm fine.
You know that we need you for this.
Okay? I know you got a lot going on,
but this is the-- the last one.
For now.
(chuckling)
I think me and you both know that's not true.
You got better things going on.
It's not like that.
(laughing) No, it's...
it's exactly like that, but it's... okay.
I just need you to be focused...
for tonight.
I'll be fine.
I'll be fine.
Okay.
Okay.
Mike: (on phone) Did you find anything?
Alan: Yeah. I did.
All of it.
The photographs, all taken here.
Even a laptop.
And he sent the emails from here.
Mike: I think we're going to get that bastard.
Do you need forensics?
Alan: Yeah. Send them over.
(beeping)
(beeping)
(car approaching)
(woman speaking indistinctly on TV)
Hmm. Does that look like the place
that we were with my sister?
Mm-hmm.
(man speaking indistinctly on TV)
(knocking on door)
Don't worry about it.
We don't have candy.
The kids'll go away.
(knocking on door)
Geez.
Who's out there?
Must be some kids.
(pounding on door, phone ringing, doorbell ringing)
What the hell now?
Hello? (phone ringing)
Hello?
Hey!
Who the hell is out there?
Stop messing around!
Get the hell out of here!
You're kidding.
(sighing)
Fine. Yeah. Geez.
Dave, what? They say it's probably
just some kids fooling around.
They're going to send someone over,
but not for a couple hours.
I'm going to need something stronger.
Then you'll be awake all night, tossing and turning.
(sighing)
I'll meet you halfway, and I'll get you more sugar.
I'm already sweet enough.
Yes. You are.
(someone pounding on door)
Is that the police?
Girl: Help me.
Please, help me.
Dave: Someone's out here.
Katherine: What is it?
(girl crying)
Dave: You okay?
(shouting gruffly) (Katherine screaming)
Dave: Run! Run!
(Derek shouting gruffly) (Katherine screaming)
(Katherine screaming)
(screaming)
(screaming) (Katherine screaming)
Let's go! Let's go!
(banging on door) (screaming)
Oh, my God. Who are they?
How do I know? Where's your-- Give me your phone.
Oh, it's outside, in the living room, on the table.
Jesus Christ. Okay. We got to get out of here, out the window.
Okay. Lift me up.
(Katherine screaming)
There's more of them out there!
(rattling)
What are you looking for? Dave: My father's pistol.
Katherine: Oh, I put it in the barn. It made me nervous.
(sighing)
(thudding)
What are you doing?
(rattling at door)
(rattling at door)
(rattling stopping)
(phone vibrating)
Dave: I thought you left your phone in the living room.
Katherine: That's not my phone.
Oh, God. Don't answer.
I'm calling the police.
Press "ignore."
No. The other button. How-- how do I do that?
Okay. Here, give it to me.
(ringing)
Someone: (on phone, whispering) Katherine...
What do you want from us?
(shouting gruffly)
(Katherine screaming)
(all grunting)
Dave!
(screaming)
Dave!
Boy: (whispering) Nail it in.
(Katherine whimpering)
Katherine: Dave!
What have you done with him?
You cowards.
(spitting) Shut up!
Dave! Dave!
(panting)
Dave!
(crying)
None of these are good.
Jazz, country, blues.
None of these seem ominous enough,
not even as, like, ironic counterpoint.
It's all about juxtaposition.
Whatever you put on is going to seem creepy and weird.
Hurry up. You're first.
(country music playing)
Derek: Hey, bitch!
Jenny: Baby, you know you don't have to wear that anymore.
But I like it. It makes me feel pretty and elegant.
Take it off.
Whatever you say, missus.
Miriam: How did you guys do in Robinson's class today?
Ian: Uh, I think
I missed the one on buoyancy.
I hate you.
Pick up six.
Fuck.
Six.
Ian, how hard you hit that dude?
Are you sure you didn't kill him?
Last time I checked, he was breathing.
Is it me?
It's you.
Hey, uh, Jenny, pick up two, pick up four.
Derek: Ooh.
I could kill you.
I actually think we already have that covered, so...
Do you guys remember Darby?
She was... in our grade two class, I think.
And... she always had her hair in pigtails.
We were so close.
We told each other everything.
And then one day, she just moved away, and we never spoke.
And you're telling us this why?
No reason.
(coughing)
(coughing)
(coughing)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(panting)
(coughing)
(clicking)
Katherine!
Kath?
(panting)
(clicking)
(panting)
(shouting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(grunting)
(shouting)
(groaning)
Where the hell did you get that?
Basement.
Tried your advice on improvisation.
Fuck me.
Nicely done.
(whimpering)
(screaming)
Third mask?
Third mask.
(panting)
(screaming)
It's stuck.
Let me try.
Knock yourself out.
Oh, fuck. You got a plan for this, right?
The plan was that she didn't get in in the first place, Derek.
Miriam: Shut up for two minutes.
There's a door back here.
I think I could kick it through and one of us could fit.
Ian: Great. Who's going in?
I'm going in.
(howling)
(grunting)
(boys banging and howling)
(whispering) Guys, car.
Hurry it up in there. Someone's coming.
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
Everyone stay put.
Shit. It's a cop.
Keep her quiet. I'll handle this.
Shut her the fuck up!
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
Jenny, whatever you're doing, don't do it.
I said I'll handle this.
Ian: Jenny!
He gets out, I come up behind him, take him out.
Ian: No, no, no cops.
You know that. No cops. No. If we're going down
for this, Jenny, you take him the fuck out.
You're taking out no one, okay? You shut the fuck up.
Hello? Police officer.
Hello? This is Sheriff Gordon.
What the hell is he doing here?
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
Alan: Anybody there?
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
Miriam: Shh.
Alan: Hello?
Jenny: (whispering) He's heading to the barn.
(Katherine screaming)
What are you doing?
(dialing)
(phone ringing)
Woman: (on phone) 911. What is your emergency?
(pretending to cry) There's somebody in my house.
I'm at 6378 Route 124.
I think he has a gun.
Jenny: (whispering) Sorry, guys. It's him or us.
Ian: No. Stand the fuck down, Jenny.
Miriam, keep her quiet.
(Katherine screaming, muffled)
(grunting)
Woman: (on radio) All units, 52-11 in progress,
6378 Route 124.
Copy that. I'm pretty close, anyway.
I'll go check it out. There's nothing out here.
(grunting)
(Katherine grunting)
Help! Help!
(engine starting)
Help! Help me, please!
Help! Help!
(Katherine crying)
(siren wailing)
We're clear.
All good.
Katherine: Help! Help! Help!
Oh, God. Please.
No, please.
(Katherine crying)
(Crying)
Put it down.
You don't have to do this.
I'll help you. I'll help you.
I will.
You don't have to do it.
You don't want to do this.
You don't want to do this.
It can be over.
(grunting)
(Katherine choking)
(Katherine choking)
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
(Katherine choking)
(phone buzzing, chiming)
(firing gun)
What the fuck was that?
(boys bursting through door)
Miriam!
(Miriam and Katherine whimpering)
(Miriam and Katherine whimpering)
Shut her up!
Ian: This wasn't supposed to be here. It's not registered.
Derek: It's okay, man. It wasn't your fault.
No, it's not fucking okay, Derek!
For once, something isn't fixable, okay?
Your friend is dying!
Derek: Let's fucking torch the place,
burn the evidence.
Ian: No. We're not leaving her here, okay?
Derek: What do you want to do? Take her to the hospital,
go to jail for the rest of your fucking life?
We're not fucking leaving her here, okay?
Fuck you, Ian. Stop arguing, alright?
Help me get her in the car. You get the fire going.
Let's go.
(grunting)
Okay. I got her.
Do you have her? I'll drive.
(engine starting)
(honking horn) Come on, Derek! Come on!
Ian: How is she doing?
Jenny: Conscious, but not good.
What are we going to do?
You're going to be alright, Miriam.
We're going to get you to a hospital.
You're going to be fine. We can't take her to a hospital.
She's going to die if we don't, Derek! Fuck!
If we take her there, we're fucked. You don't think
the cops are going to start asking us questions?
Ian: We can handle the cops.
Derek: No. It's way too suspicious.
They'll start poking around.
We got to do something about her.
Ian: Do something? Listen to yourself, okay?
This is our friend, Derek!
Derek: We can't fucking take her there, alright?
What are we going to do?
Ian: You're alright, Miriam.
We'll be careful, okay? We're careful.
Derek: Ian, we can't take her back.
We got to get rid of her. (muffled muttering)
Ian: I can't believe you guys are fucking saying this.
She's still alive! We can save her! Please!
Derek: It's either her or us!
Ian: Please!
(muffled muttering)
Derek: Look at me. Look at me, okay? Listen.
We got this, alright? Just chill the fuck out.
Ian: No. We can't make that choice, okay? She's going to die, Derek!
(muffled shouting)
Derek: Listen to me.
We can't take her to the hospital.
(muffled shouting)
Look at me, Ian. Ian!
Do you want to spend the rest of your life in jail?
Guys... it's too late.
She's gone.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Now what?
Ian!
We could stage a robbery and then kill her.
It wouldn't be perfect,
but her dad keeps a shotgun in the study.
No. Slugs are way too much of a mess.
Derek, we can do this.
We have about three hours before her blood starts pooling.
Okay, this might work.
What are we talking about?
Her parents will hear us. They'll know.
No, they won't.
We sneak in, get Miriam into her bedroom, shoot her,
steal a bunch of shit, then get the hell out of there.
Yeah, dispatch, that 211 was a prank call.
That lady was not happy
about me waking them up at this time of night.
man on radio: Nobody appreciates us. Why don't you head on back?
Will do.
Dispatch, we got a fire at the Lauderback place.
Get me fire out there right now, God damn it. Shit.
(siren wailing)
Yeah, I got her.
(panting)
Watch your step.
Wait. Why not just kill her parents? Problem solved.
No, we're not killing them.
I got her keys.
Okay, me and Jenny are going to take care of her.
What?
You're staying out here, all right?
I'm not waiting out here, it's fucking cold.
You're fucking staying out here, Derek, okay? The lookout.
Take her.
I got her.
Just stick to the plan.
(sighing)
Should we undress her?
I'll do it. Go get the gun.
I think we have a problem. What?
There's no exit wound. The bullet's still in there.
This doesn't work with another bullet in there.
We have to get it out.
Do you want me to do it?
No, I'll do it.
You get rid of the bloody clothes, okay?
Mess some stuff up downstairs. I don't know.
Make the robbery look convincing.
And then go tell Derek to pull the car up.
Derek? What are you doing here?
Is everything okay?
You okay, Derek? Is everything all right?
What's going on?
Are you good?
(gun firing)
(gasping)
(grunting)
Kirk! Honey?
Stay there.
(panting)
Oh, my God. Derek?
Jenny? Jenny, what's going on?
(grunting)
(panting)
Derek!
Go take care of him!
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(gun cocking)
Ian, what are you doing?
You weren't supposed to be involved in this, mister.
Ian, this isn't you.
You don't know who I am.
You don't know anything about me.
You don't know what I'm capable of.
You don't know even know who your own daughter was.
Ian, don't do this.
Ian... Stop saying my name!
Ian!
(gun firing)
(groaning)
(panting)
Derek?
What happened?
What happened, Jenny? What happened?
What happened to him?
Derek's dead.
We're done. This is done.
Ian, I need you to get it together right now.
We have an insurance plan. Remember?
Put this on Vollman, just like we planned.
We have a plan, Jenny. The plan went to shit.
How are we going to put this on Vollman if Vollman's not here?
He'll be here.
"He'll be here"?
How's he going to be here at this time, Jenny?
He'll be here.
Oh?
I texted him from Miriam's phone. He'll be here.
Trust me.
(panting)
Jenny: Take care of her.
Finish her off. I'll start cleanup.
No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don't do this.
It's Miriam's mom.
Yeah, please don't do that.
Jenny: How does this work if she's still alive?
It doesn't.
But the plan doesn't work.
Ian, she's no different than any of the others.
Come on.
Please.
We're running out of time. Come on.
I can't do it.
Ian.
I can't lie to my dad, not about Derek. He'll know.
It doesn't work. It doesn't work.
You can't lie to your--
It doesn't work. It doesn't work.
It's not going to work, Jenny.
I think it will.
(gun firing)
(whimpering)
No, no, no, no! No!
(panting)
Jenny? Okay, Jenny, Jenny.
Jenny, Jen, Jenny, Jenny, no, no, no. What's happening?
You don't have to do this. It's over, okay?
They're all gone. You don't have to do this. It's done.
Honey, I'm your best friend's mom. You don't want to do this.
No. No!
(gun firing)
Hey, baby. You okay?
(groaning)
woman on radio: We have a report of shots fired at 43 Whitaker.
Dispatch, confirm that address, please.
43 Whitaker.
Jesus Christ.
Man: Hello?
Uhh...
Hello?
Mr. Vollman.
Umm, Jenny, umm, let's just put the gun down, okay?
Where's, umm, where's Miriam, Jenny? Is someone hurt?
Jenny, are you okay?
I killed him.
Is someone hurt?
(laughing)
I just need you to give me the gun.
(screaming)
Drop the gun!
(gun firing)
(crying)
It's okay.
(crying)
Surface we have sewn
Places we have grown
Are in me
Are all in me
Waiting in the dawn
For you, I am gone
You're in me
You're all in me
Saving all we know
Piecing what we grow
Are in me
Are all in me
Every corner, I see me and you
I didn't know what to do.
I could have stopped him. I could have stopped him.
I'm so sorry.
A rippled nest with its own light
So long
Hey, you don't want to go in there.
What are you talking about?
Alan.
Every corner, I see me and you
I have your story
In my body
It ain't a stone we throw away to find
So long
Surface we have sewn
Places we have grown
Are in me
They're all in me
Waiting in the dawn
For you, I am gone
You're in me
You're all in me
Saving all we know
Piecing what we grow
Are in me
Are all in me
Colour in my bone
By a rolling stone
You're in me
You're all in me
You are in every hour
And every page
That I come to
Your way
You're in every hour
And every page
That I come to
Your way
Every corner, I see me and you
Every page
I have your story
Into my body
Every hour
And every page
That I come to
Your way
Every corner, I see my and you
I have your story
in my body
Come and dance with me
Away on the sword
Come and dance with me
Away on the sword
We will forget everything that we are
Forget where we have been
We will forget
Where we were
What we want to be
Don't you know?
Don't you?
Don't you know?
Don't you?
We will forget
Everything that our mind possesses
We will go
Come and dance with me
Away on the sword