Friday the 13th (2009) Movie Script
[SOBBING]
[YELLING]
No!
[SCREAMING]
PAMELA:
Come here. Come here now.
WOMAN:
No.
PAMELA:
You're the Iast one.
I've killed all the others.
It'II be easier for you
than it was for Jason.
WOMAN:
Why are you doing this?
PAMELA: You need to be punished
for what you did to him.
WOMAN: I didn't do anything.
PAMELA: You let him drown.
Jason was my son.
WOMAN:
I didn't do anything.
No. No.
No. Please.
You shouId have been watching him.
Every minute.
Jason.
My special, special boy.
They must be punished, Jason,
for what they did to you.
For what they did to me.
Kill for Mother.
WADE:
I'm serious.
You gotta watch out for mountain Iions.
They're aII over.
RICHIE: Mountain Iions?
WADE: We'II be fine. They're afraid of fire.
RICHIE: Dude, shut the fuck up.
I'm caIIing buIIshit.
MIKE:
Richie's gonna caII buIIshit.
RICHIE: BuIIshit!
WADE: Richie's caIIing buIIshit.
-I'm not buIIshitting.
RICHIE: BuIIshit.
You'II see when a mountain Iion
comes out--
MIKE: Dude, there's one right there!
-Nice try.
[LAUGHING]
I am more afraid to be eaten
by mosquitoes.
Hey, you wanna sIap that ass
one more time for Daddy?
-Did Daddy Iike that?
-Yeah, Daddy does Iike it. A Iot.
Whitney? Where are you right now?
-I'm here.
-Are you?
I'm here. Right in the middIe of nowhere.
RICHIE: Hey, are you reading that right?
WADE: I'm reading it right.
MIKE: Come on, Pizarro, Iet's go.
-Where are we going?
MIKE: These are heavy and it's hot.
RICHIE: Where are we?
Dude, we are way the fuck off.
-No, we're not, act--
-Yes.
No, we're not. Not everything
shows up on GPS, Richie.
A sign said there was a mine here.
Did that come up?
No. We're cIose, I think.
You think? Dude, you don't know
how to use this thing.
It's aImost dark.
Do you know where it is?
Look, I didn't pIant this shit,
Richie, okay?
I got this tip from a secondhand source.
We shouId be cIose.
Look, we're gonna stop here.
Tomorrow morning, you and me, we get up
at dawn. We go, we find the crop.
We cut down as much as we can.
We ditch it in the truck.
-Back here before breakfast, okay?
-Hey.
-Guys. Guys.
-Nobody knows a thing.
There's a perfect spot here.
It's aIready been cIeared.
Perfect. We'II camp here.
Hey. Do you know how much money
we're gonna make seIIing this weed?
-A Iot of fucking money.
-Yeah, okay? So Iisten to me. ReIax.
-I am. You wanna know why?
-Why?
-You know what rich peopIe do?
-What?
They reIax. You need to fucking reIax.
RICHIE: I need to reIax?
WADE: You need to reIax.
Hey, guys. Guys.
I just found some broken-down cabins
over there. It's gotta be the oId camp.
Who wants to go check it out?
Is this aII we brought to drink?
No Heineken?
Fuck that Euro shit.
This is Pabst BIue American Ribbon,
my friend.
You do reaIize this camp
was cIosed down, Iike, 20 years ago?
Some woman, she went fucking nuts.
KiIIed aII these counseIors.
BIamed them for her son's drowning.
He was Iike...
...deformed or retarded or something.
ReaIIy?
Mom got hers.
ApparentIy there was one survivor.
This girI...
...she cut that Iady's head off
with a machete.
It gets weirder.
I'm sure it does.
Her son, Jason...
...he came back.
He was actuaIIy there.
He watched his mom being beheaded.
A friend of mine,
he went to camp around here--
RICHIE: Oh, jeez.
-He went to camp around here.
He said the cops came.
They were Iooking for that Jason guy.
AII right, you know what?
-Don't beIieve me.
RICHIE: Nobody does.
WADE: But I'm pretty sure,
the way the story goes...
...the pIace was caIIed
Camp CrystaI Lake.
Do you know how many Iakes
are probabIy caIIed CrystaI Lake?
It's Iike CrystaI Geyser, CrystaI Water.
Go to a supermarket.
Every singIe bottIe of water
is ''CrystaI'' something.
-Aquafina.
-The--
-Okay, fine.
-Okay.
The story couId have happened anywhere.
It's how they get kids to shit themseIves.
-How's that beer, beer-snob?
-Better than my own piss.
You can drink that, by the way.
Yours, hers, mine. I swear, piss is steriIe.
-You wiII never drink my piss.
-That's what you think.
What about me?
-Can I taIk to you for a minute?
-Mm-hm.
I got marshmaIIow on my knee.
-Where you guys going?
-Go make out.
Oh, yeah?
-Hey, Mikey?
-Sweet.
Wear a condom.
An extra smaII one.
I get it, dude.
You do what you gotta do to survive.
If we were aII out here starving to death
and you were dead...
...I'd eat your Ieg.
-That's reaIIy sweet. Yeah.
-Thank you.
Why wouId you eat my Ieg, man?
I can teach you how to fish. Just go fishing.
I don't eat fish.
That's not what you toId me.
[LAUGHING]
WHITNEY:
Listen...
...I don't think I'm gonna stay
the whoIe time.
Did Wade's story scare you?
[CHUCKLES]
PIease.
I just....
I don't feeI right being here...
...so far away from my mom.
Your mom was the one that toId me
to get you out of town for a few days.
-ReaIIy?
-Yeah.
And she's in good hands.
She's got her nurse right there.
Come on.
Have sex with your boyfriend
in a cramped IittIe tent.
We can get hammered,
bIow some chunks in the woods.
Then we can go back Monday
and deaI with whatever.
Hey.
I'm a fucking idiot.
Richie?
-The ephemeris data just didn't sync up.
-Oh, dude, that sucks.
WADE:
Fucking right.
-Do you know what this means?
-[MOUTHS] I wanna--
What?
We're, Iike--
We're, Iike, a haIf miIe away.
-Less.
-Shut up.
WADE: You know what makes me happy,
Richie? GIobaI positioning systems.
GPS to the Iayperson.
NASA technoIogy...
...in the paIm of your hand.
Know what this IittIe fucker does?
This guy sends a signaI
up into outer space.
[RICHIE MOUTHING]
SignaI.
SateIIite gets it, turns it around.
It's Iike, ''Oh, thank you, GPS.
I'm gonna send a signaI to you.''
Back to the paIm of your hand.
TechnoIogy, man.
It's fucking remarkabIe.
It is un-fucking-beIievabIe.
Wade, you gotta bounce, dude.
TeII your dumb shit to somebody eIse.
Why, because I'm fucking
teaching you something?
RICHIE:
That's probabIy it.
Say, Richie, oId buddy,
I'm gonna bounce.
RICHIE: You do that, brother. Okay.
-I'm spent.
May the Force be with your Schwartz.
RICHIE:
You're in so much troubIe.
[LAUGHING AND SCREAMING]
[NIGHT RANGER'S ''SISTER CHRISTIAN''
PLAYING O VER HEADPHONES]
[SINGING ''SISTER CHRISTIAN'']
[UNZIPS FLY]
Oh.
[URINATING]
[ZIPS FLY]
Fuck, yes.
[MO ANS]
I Iove you.
And you. And you.
I even Iove you.
Oh, my God. Look at this shit.
What the fuck? What the fuck?!
What's this? No, no! No! No!
[METAL SLICING]
MIKE: That must be the camp
that Wade was taIking about.
-Let's check it out.
-No, I wanna go this way.
Come on.
Come on.
Wow, Iook at that.
Mike, where are you going?
MIKE: Let's go inside.
-No.
-Where's your sense of adventure?
-Oh, come on.
MIKE:
Come on. What are you scared of?
WHITNEY:
No.
I am wiIIing to bet
there's some pretty cooI shit in here.
Mike, don't go in there.
What if some homeIess person Iives here?
MIKE:
No homeIess person Iives here.
[MIKE SHUDDERS]
You hungry?
Wow.
Look at how oId this shit is.
It's Iike it was dragged here
from another century.
Check this out.
Hey. It Iooks Iike you.
-No, it doesn't.
-Yeah, it does.
It's cooI, you shouId keep it.
It's a IittIe kid's room.
Wasn't Jason the name
from Wade's story?
-I wanna go.
-What?
-Like, right now.
-Oh, come on.
PIease?
RICHIE: You Iike that?
-Yeah. Wait for me. Wait for me.
-No, I think I'm gonna--
-Oh, no. Don't do that again.
[TWIGS CRACKING]
RICHIE: We'II do it at the same time.
-Hang on.
-I'm aImost there.
-Shit. I heard something.
Stop it. Wait, I'm serious.
-What?
-I think Wade's watching us.
What?
WeII, fuck it, Iet the perv watch.
Right?
Shit.
Wade.
Dude, if you're out there whacking off,
man, that is not cooI.
Come on, dude.
I think we're good.
[PANTING AND GRUNTING]
AMANDA: Don't come yet.
RICHIE: No, no.
-TeII me when you want to.
AMANDA: Wait.
RICHIE:
Oh, God. Oh, God. Okay.
[MO ANING]
[TWIGS CRACKING]
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
Okay.
Wade!
I'm gonna kiII you.
Okay?
-Okay?
-Okay.
No, go get him.
TeII him to Ieave us aIone.
I'm not gonna go out there with a boner.
WeII, you're not getting any untiI you do.
-Go.
-Do not move, okay?
Richie?
[CRACKS]
Richie, stop fucking around.
[RUSTLES]
Wade.
Dude, you jump out from a tree, I'm gonna
punch you in your face, I shit you not.
Come on, man.
I gotta get back to the fucking tent.
HoIy shit.
You fucking jerk, you found the weed.
[CHUCKLES]
Wade. Wade!
[SCREAMING]
Wade. Wade.
[AMANDA SCREAMING]
Amanda!
[SCREAMING]
Amanda! Goddamn!
AMANDA:
Richie!
Fuck!
Richie!
Oh, God!
MIKE:
CooI.
Whitney, you've gotta see this.
Mike. Come on.
No, I'm serious. You've gotta see this.
Somebody's been here.
What is that?
There's something in there.
-Looks Iike some kind of a doII.
-Are you crazy?
MIKE: Oh, my God! Ah!
-Ah!
[DOOR SLAMS]
There's something out there.
-Stay here.
-No.
Ah! Oh, my God!
[WHITNEY SCREAMING]
MIKE:
Get away, get back!
Get off the fIoor!
-Get up!
-Mike!
HoIy fuck!
-Ah!
WHITNEY: Mike!
-Mike. Mike, Mike, Mike.
-Get out!
-Mike. Mike, get up. Come on.
-Go!
HeIp me!
-Mike! Mike!
-Run.
Run! Run, Whitney!
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Whitney! Whitney, heIp.
Whitney, pIease. HeIp!
Whitney! Whitney.
Whitney!
[RICHIE SCREAMING]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Shit.
Come on. Shit.
Come on.
[WHITNEY SCREAMING]
Oh, my God.
Babies have more space in the uterus.
Hey, Lawrence, how about a IittIe heIp?
Dude, you're gonna ask the one bIack guy
to pump the gas for you? Shit.
Okay. NoIan.
How about I pay, you pump?
Sure, man.
Hey, I give a wicked bIow job too.
Okay, weII, um, we'II try that out Iater.
[HORN BEEPS]
Whoa. Hey, bro, that's-- I have
a heart murmur. What are you doing?
CLAY: Thank you.
MAN: Where'd you get a knapsack Iike that?
It was a present, actuaIIy.
But I'm Iooking for my sister.
She's gone missing,
about a month and a haIf ago.
My parent's cabin is stocked.
You think you're actuaIIy gonna get Iaid?
Your parents do not have
Combos or Funyuns.
They definiteIy don't have Fritos.
And this is...
...not for sex.
-What are you gonna use them for?
-It's an experiment.
Okay. So just get behind me.
I'm not gonna pay for that shit.
WouId you mind if I maybe just
put a fIyer in the window or something?
Oh, I heard about that. That's sad.
If it was up to me, you couId waIIpaper
the whoIe pIace with them...
...but the owner makes the ruIes.
And he's a reaI:
[FARTS]
Um....
WeII, is he here? Maybe I couId taIk to him.
Maybe if he understands the situation--
TRENT:
Are you gonna buy something?
I mean, you've been up here
for quite a whiIe yapping, so....
Sure. Yeah.
Thanks. So we have two waters
and some gas.
Two waters and some gas.
Guess I'm an asshoIe.
You okay, bro? Is everything good?
CLAY:
Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks.
But I'm not your bro.
So you don't wanna be friends?
You don't wanna hang out?
JENNA: Let it go, Trent.
-It's not me. This guy's being a dick.
Yeah, it's me.
ObviousIy, I'm the one being a dick.
Sir, thank you very much anyways.
MAN: Yep.
-I'm sorry.
Thank you.
[BUMBLEBEEZ'S ''FREAK YA LONELINESS''
PLAYING ON STEREO]
Seat beIts.
[SIREN WAILS]
WeIcome back, CIay.
You mean that, Officer Bracke?
Son, I know you think
we're not on your side...
...that we're just a bunch of
dumb country hicks out here.
I put two 1 0-year veterans on that case.
We did three dozen interviews and ran
a county-wide search for your sister.
You know how many thousands of peopIe
disappear every year...
...even in this state aIone?
But there's no evidence
that anything happened to Whitney...
...or any of those other kids at CrystaI Lake.
There's no car, no witnesses.
Nothing.
One of those kids
was her boyfriend, right?
Right.
WeII...
...they probabIy just took off together.
Our mother just died of cancer.
Did I teII you that?
-No, sir.
-WeII, she did.
She was sick for a Iong time...
...and Whitney took care of her
every singIe day.
And then my sister didn't show up
for the funeraI.
See, you just don't know my sister.
That's not possibIe.
WeII...
...she's not here, son.
Might wanna try Iooking somepIace eIse.
That's what the other famiIies are doing.
CHEWIE: Can you say that with a--?
-Wow.
CHEWIE:
Can you say that with a IittIe more hatred?
LAWRENCE: Nice.
-Shit.
CHEWIE:
Sir LanceIot, thank you.
NOLAN: Oh, man down.
-Take it easy, guys.
Is anyone getting a signaI out here?
Are you fucking with me?
I got business I gotta do this weekend.
What business?
Music. I'm trying to start a IabeI.
Oh, yeah? Like what kind? Like rap?
Why you gotta go raciaI?
Look, don't put me in a box, aII right?
What, because I'm bIack
I can't Iisten to Green Day?
You're right, that was dumb.
So, what kind of music?
Rap.
TRENT:
Here it is.
CHEWIE: Oh, my God.
-Yep.
AII right, we have two bedrooms upstairs.
We've got one down.
Someone can take the couch.
It's comfy as heII.
CHELSEA: Wow.
TRENT: Nice, huh?
LAWRENCE: Damn.
CHEWIE: That is a fierce pussy.
It's a bobcat. It's my dad's first kiII.
I didn't think this Iong-ass car ride
was gonna be worth it...
...but it's kind of worth it.
LAWRENCE:
This is bigger than the dorm.
What can I say?
Hey, take your feet off the tabIe, pIease.
So make yourseIves at home.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
-What do you wanna do first?
TRENT: What do you wanna do?
Oh, weII....
I brought Sweet LuciIIe.
I think you aII need to meet her.
LuciIIe? Baby, is that you?
-Lawrence, you've been cheating.
-No.
-I saw you with a bowI the other night.
-No, you--
CHEWIE:
A bowI.
CLAY:
HeIIo?
HeIIo?
HeIIo?
HeIIo?
[DOG BARKING]
Christ.
-I just wanted to ask you a question.
-Hush.
I wanted to ask you
if maybe you've seen somebody.
My sister.
She came camping up around here
with some friends...
...and she's gone missing.
She ain't missing. She's dead.
-What?
-PeopIe go missing around here...
...they're gone for good.
Outsiders come,
they don't know where to waIk.
They bring troubIe.
We just wanna be Ieft aIone.
And so does he.
So does who?
Ma'am, pIease. So does who?
[YELLING]
[WOMEN CHANTING]
NOLAN: You, baby. It's aII you.
-Stop peer-pressuring me.
-Oh, no.
-Oh, shit.
-Yes!
CHEWIE: My fucking eye!
Guys, watch the fIoor, aII right, pIease?
That's stained oak.
-This is an outside game. Come on.
CHEWIE: Wait, I got foam in my contact.
JENNA:
Hey. This is a great spot.
Do you wanna go for a hike?
Get some exercise?
That'd be nice, but, weII,
I can't exactIy Ieave them here aIone.
What are you taIking about?
Have you seen what they're doing inside?
Crazy. Some drunken hoodIums.
-HoodIums?
-HoodIums.
What do you think they're gonna do?
-I mean, steaI the deer head?
-You're right.
How are they gonna puII off the getaway?
We're Ieaving in the same car.
Come on. Do you want some exercise?
Because I have this reaIIy great move
that I've been practicing...
...and I need someone to practice it with.
Very charming. Very charming.
Oh, come on.
-You wanna go on a hike?
-You Iike hikes now?
-I Iove hikes.
-I knew it.
WiII you get me a beer?
[MACHINERY BUZZING]
Excuse me.
Sir?
-Hey!
-Oh, shit. Jesus.
Sorry.
Jesus Christ.
You're fucking Iucky there, stretch.
Came that cIose to hitting the start button
on the whoop-ass machine, boy.
Look, I didn't mean to startIe you.
I was trying to get your attention.
This is Mr. Garikes' property.
You're Iucky that oId mummy fart
didn't put buckshots in your ass.
Somebody's been steaIing
his fucking kerosene too.
Look, I just came in here
to ask you something, okay?
I'm Iooking for this girI.
Have you seen her?
She's been missing for about a month.
I wish I had, man.
-I ain't seen her, though.
-Thanks.
-Take care.
-You too.
Shit. Hey, hey, hey.
I forgot, did you wanna buy some weed?
SeriousIy, I found a fucking shit ton of it
growing out there. A IittIe busheI.
-SeII you some.
-No. Thanks.
-You sure? I got a whoIe bunch of it.
-I'm good.
DONNIE:
You sure?
It's your fucking Ioss, dude.
It'II fuck your shit up, boy.
Good times...
...fucker.
JENNA: Just reIax, okay?
These guys are your guests.
If you're....
If you're not comfortabIe having them here,
then why did you invite them?
So they couId admire your pIace?
No. I just wanted to have
a good weekend. You know?
Hey, guys. Wanna check out
the other side of the Iake with us?
Um.... You know what?
It's getting, you know....
No. That's okay. It's....
It's okay. It's getting kind of Iate.
-Yeah.
-Okay.
Take my truck.
-Nice.
-I trust you.
Can you do me a favor?
WiII you take the gas cans to the boat?
It's on the south end of the Iake.
Just take a right onto Town Road.
-Take a right.
-Okay, and then?
Why don't you just type ''boat''
into the nav?
-TechnoIogy, right?
-See you.
-Have fun.
-Later.
Don't drive my boat.
I'm the onIy one
that drives the boat, okay?
Aye, aye, captain.
Damn straight.
[CHELSEA SCREAMS]
What does that say about me
that the second Trent said...
...''Don't take my boat out,''
it was guaranteed that I wouId.
It means you're a sociopath.
Now, what does it say about me
that I find that hot?
[KNOCKING]
Hi, I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm Iooking for my sister and....
Hey.
-No Iuck?
-No. No, not yet.
-May I?
-Yeah.
-Thank you.
-Sure.
She's pretty.
Thanks.
Do you wanna come in for a second,
grab a drink?
Uh....
I don't think your boyfriend
wouId Iike that too much.
Don't worry. He'II be fine.
And here we have the stoned
American maIe, foraging for food.
Thanks.
This shouId be interesting.
Hey, Trent, you remember....
CIay.
Yeah. Of course I remember CIay.
Why is he in my house?
Hey, new guy. Beer?
No, no. He's gotta get going.
You got fIyers to pass out, right?
Yeah.
Right.
-Look, if you're hungry, we--
-Okay.
Look, CIay, obviousIy
she's just trying to be nice.
But you can't stay here.
No offense, but this is a private party.
-I don't know you.
-No, you don't know me.
That's so funny, I just said that.
Like two seconds ago,
that I don't know you.
I wouId probabIy Ieave soon
before I get pissed off and, you know....
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
What happens then?
Hey, Iook. Take it easy, Trent, aII right?
I'II just-- I'II waIk you out.
Yeah.
Jenna. Jenna, come on.
Where you going?
JENNA:
Sorry about that.
That's aII right.
It's his house, you know?
Where's your car?
I do not have a car,
but I do have her.
-Nice.
-Thanks.
-This thing runs?
-Yeah. Yeah, it runs.
So where you off to next?
I haven't been to the other side of the Iake,
so I was gonna go check that out.
-Do you want some company?
-I'd Iove some company.
What's up, beaver bear?
It's a big motherfucker, huh?
Fuck, yeah.
You hot bitch.
Let Daddy have a IittIe Iick.
You Iike that, bitch? You know you do.
[CREAKING]
What the fuck was that?
Don't smoke my weed, motherfucker.
Somebody better not be
steaIing the kerosene up there.
[CLATTERING]
Shit.
Gina.
It's just you, baby.
It's been a Iong time, Gina.
You remember that speciaI night we had?
You remember
when you took my virginity?
You're sexy.
You're stiII tight as ever.
I'm gonna fucking pound you so hard.
What the fuck?
[GRUNTING]
[TEARS]
What the--?
That shit ain't fucking right, dude.
What the fuck?
You think we shouId take the boat out?
He's gonna find out.
-I knew it.
-What?
You're inhibited. You taIk a big game,
but inside you're just a scared IittIe girI.
CHELSEA:
Oh, reaIIy? Oh, okay, fine.
You wanna find out who's reaIIy scared?
Let's do it.
NOLAN:
AII right. Let's go.
JENNA: So you and your sister
must be pretty cIose.
We were pretty cIose when we
were younger. We kind of drifted.
I mean, I baiIed when I was 1 7,
and she stayed with my mom.
She kind of had to, I guess.
I don't know,
she's aIways been the responsibIe one.
So when's the Iast time
you taIked to her?
About six months ago.
We got in a fight, actuaIIy.
She caIIed and said she wanted to see me,
said she was counting on me...
...and I never showed.
Excuse me.
JENNA:
What is that?
CLAY:
It's a GPS.
-AII right, you ready?
-Ready. Let's do it.
[SCREAMS]
Yeah. Oh, shit.
Yeah.
[YELLS]
Yeah.
LAWRENCE:
Pick it, pick it.
Oh, you Iike the baIIs in your hand, huh?
Which one? Which one is it?
Is that the one?
-Those feeI good, don't they?
-That's the one.
Shoot.
[YELLING]
Fuck.
One of you has gotta shoot the boot.
That's you, babe.
-Are you serious?
-Yeah.
You missed.
I've been carrying you the entire game.
CHEWIE: Come on, baby.
LAWRENCE: Drink up, drink up, drink up.
[CHANTING] Shoot the boot, shoot the boot,
shoot the boot.
Shoot the boot.
Fuck that. I'm not drinking
out of your sweaty-ass sneaker.
You Iost 1 0 in a row. Shoot.
My house, my ruIes.
I'm not drinking that shit.
CHEWIE: Fine.
-Oh, no.
-To aII the feIching...
-No. No.
-...weIching...
-Yes.
...pussies of the worId.
That's disgusting.
Oh!
[YELLS]
Yeah.
[LAUGHING]
What are you doing, NoIan?!
NoIan!
NoIan. Oh, my God.
NoIan.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
NoIan?
Oh, shit. Oh, my God.
What do you want from me?
Oh, my God.
[CRYING]
JENNA: I never Iiked camp.
CLAY: Why?
Bad food, bugs, cheap toiIet paper.
Know what? Wait. Maybe we shouId
check these cabins out, you know?
-Sure.
-Come on.
CLAY: Let's just check out this Iast cabin,
then we'II head back.
Come on.
You reaIIy shouId caII the poIice.
CLAY: I've aIready caIIed.
They're not Iooking for her anymore.
No one is, except for me.
Then they shouId Iook harder because--
Oh! Ow.
-You aII right?
-I'm okay, I'm okay.
CLAY: You sure?
-Yeah.
CLAY:
Let's get out of here.
Watch your step.
Give me a sec,
I gotta change out my batteries.
[RUSTLING]
-Someone's coming.
-Oh, shit. Let's go.
Oh, my God.
CLAY:
Where's he going?
-Oh, my God. We gotta go.
-Shh.
-I gotta foIIow him.
JENNA: He had a dead body.
-We gotta go. We gotta warn my friends.
-Okay, okay.
[METAL CLANKS]
[BELLS RING]
CLAY: You okay?
JENNA: Yeah.
What is that?
HeIp!
Come on, Iet's go.
-Yeah.
-Let's go.
HeIp me!
[WAILING]
HeIp me!
HeIp!
HeIp me!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
No. No.
[YELLING]
[SOBBING]
[SCREAMING]
PIease don't hurt me.
It's okay.
Jason.
It's okay.
[DOOR SLAMS]
CIay.
CLAY:
Shit.
Come on.
[CREAKING]
Shit.
-This way. Come on.
-Okay.
[SCREAMS]
[LYRICS BORN'S ''I LIKE IT, I LO VE IT''
PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS]
In my next Iife...
...I wanna come back...
...as one of the buttons
on the ass pocket of her jean shorts.
-Just go over there and fucking taIk to her.
-Are you kidding me?
I have a better shot at
fucking a penguin than that girI.
-Let's Iight this bad boy.
-Great.
Here we go.
Yes.
CHEWIE:
Hey.
Here's to Daddy's shoes
and fucking douche bags.
-Let's just aII be one big happy cIiche.
-Yes.
Dude, what the fuck?
PIease, try not to burn down my house.
Did you forget how to drink that?
Just bring it to your Iips...
...bIow...
...and suck.
-You're reaIIy good at that.
-Mm-hm.
[SIZZLES]
[SCREAMS]
Fuck, dude!
You just broke my dad's fucking chair.
CHEWIE:
My fucking Iip, man.
I don't care about your fucking Iip.
This is a famiIy heirIoom.
CHEWIE: Oh, shit. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
-Fuck!
I just-- No, I can fix this.
I just need some tooIs.
-He can fix it.
-You better puII some MacGyver shit.
AII right, go to the tooIshed.
It's down the path.
Yeah, okay. I'm just--
Trent, I'm sorry, man.
You won't be disappointed.
They don't caII me ''wood wizard''
because I masturbate.
Grab a fIashIight, you fucking idiot.
Thanks.
Forget about it. He'II fix it.
Let's go finish this.
That's a ugIy fucking chair anyway.
CHEWIE: My name is Trent.
My daddy bent me over this chair...
...and beat me when I was IittIe,
so you need to fix it.
Hey, now.
Yes.
[LAUGHS]
You peopIe are rich.
HoIy crap.
Poor peopIe caII this a house.
Jesus Christ.
You have never used this shit.
Fucking douche bag.
Skis. What the fuck?
Ha! Ha!
''LagavuIin, product of ScotIand.''
Oh.
That just smeIIs Iike money.
I knew there was a reason
to be your friend, Trent.
More? Oh, absoIuteIy. No--
AII right, you don't have to force it on me.
Fuck.
You can grease wheeIs with this shit.
That's payment for being a douche bag.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, wow. Your tits are stupendous.
Wow, you reaIIy know
how to make a girI feeI speciaI, huh?
That's what I do.
TRENT:
Yeah, they can go. Take off my pants.
They can go.
[JIMMY GRESHAM'S ''NO WAY TO
STOP IT'' PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS]
Oh, man.
AII right. Let's see what you've got.
AII right, give me something, baby.
What you got for me? Give me something.
Goddamn. Not even a swimsuit? Shit.
Goddamn winter cataIog.
Oh, okay.
Gonna have to do.
Lady, I'm about to ruin your perfect day.
AII right.
Shit. You scared the piss out of me.
Where is everybody? There's a guy out there
carrying a dead body.
CLAY:
Jenna, where's the phone?
I don't know. Over there?
You fucking with me because I'm high?
That's not cooI. I just finished smoking.
CLAY:
Where's the phone?
Hi, I want to report a homicide.
CIay MiIIer.
Yeah, I'm at a house by CrystaI Lake.
It's....
Yeah, that's it. Hurry.
They said they're sending someone.
-PoIice?
CLAY: Yeah.
-Where is everybody eIse?
-I don't know. I've been here aII day.
CheIsea and NoIan Ieft, Iike,
hours ago to the Iake.
-WeII, what about Trent? Bree?
-They're in the bedroom.
[SANTOGOLD'S ''SHO VE IT (FEATURING
SPANK ROCK)'' PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS]
[MO ANING]
-Your tits are fucking just...
-I know.
...so juicy, dude.
You got perfect nippIe pIacement, baby.
This better not go on
the fucking Internet.
You shouId win in a fucking titty contest.
Trent, Bree. You guys in there?
Trent! Bree!
Shut the fuck up!
JENNA:
Get out here!
They're just fucking with us.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
-Ignore her.
JENNA: Come on, guys.
Get out here. There's a guy out there.
TRENT: We're busy in here, baby.
-Trent.
[MO ANING]
Yeah.
Okay. AII right, Trent.
Let me educate you.
You ever seen a crossover before, huh?
I'm gonna show you right now.
I'II bet you never--
Whoa. Ow.
Jesus.
Hey.
Now, this is a man's sport.
You're even curved to the Ieft,
Iike my penis.
Okay, it's overtime. Line change.
Chewie's on the ice.
Send the puck around the back of the net.
Here we go. Pass back to the middIe. Oh!
Oh, my....
No, no, no.
Shit.
Shit.
Oh, God.
You scared the shit out of me, bro.
Are you Iooking for this?
Because it compIetes your outfit.
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck? Oh, Jesus.
[GRUNTING]
No.
[THUDS]
Oh, my God, baby. Getting cIose.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
I got eight seconds,
then I'm going.
Oh, God.
[MO ANING]
Oh, God.
I'm going soon. I'm going.
[BOTH GRUNT]
No.
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
That was....
Stupendous?
[LAUGHS]
To say the Ieast, yeah.
TRENT: Who's messing with the Iights?
-Oh, shit. Chewie's stiII out there.
-Phone's dead. Do you have a ceII?
JENNA: Nothing has a signaI.
What are you doing here?
JENNA: Trent--
-Get the fuck out, buddy.
-Easy.
-He's just trying to heIp us.
You Ieave with this guy for eight hours,
fucking aII over the woods?
You know what? Why don't both of you
just get the fuck out?
-There's a bigger probIem--
-Shut up.
Are you serious?
There is a kiIIer out there.
He's the one who cut the Iights.
Trent, don't you get it?
CheIsea and NoIan never came back.
Lawrence, what are you doing?
My boy's stiII out there.
I'm gonna go get him.
No, man. Don't go out there. PIease.
Look, I toId, aII right?
You can't get a handIe on me.
I'II surprise you every time.
Chewie?
Hey, Chewie?
Chew, you in there?
Chewie?
Chewie, you in here?
Oh, fuck.
Get the fuck off me.
Take that, motherfucker.
[SCREAMING]
Guys, this is buIIshit.
The power goes out here aII the time.
[LAWRENCE SCREAMING]
LAWRENCE:
HeIp me!
HeIp! HeIp me!
PIease, heIp me.
-Lawrence.
-No, no, no. You can't go out there.
-We have to heIp him.
CLAY: No, we can't.
He's using your friend as bait.
He wants us to go out.
WeII, you don't know that.
Jesus, where are the poIice?
LAWRENCE:
I can't move.
-HeIp me!
JENNA: We have to heIp him.
LAWRENCE:
I can't die Iike this.
HeIp me, pIease. Trent.
Somebody, heIp.
Oh, my God, pIease.
I can't fucking--
Somebody's gotta do something!
PIease.
[SCREAMS]
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
[SOBBING]
Everyone's gonna be okay, aII right?
The cops are on their way.
What are you doing?
Trent.
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
Jenna?
[KNOCKING]
[GASPS]
PoIice.
-Oh, thank God.
CLAY: Go, go.
PoIice, open up.
CLAY: Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Go, go, go.
JENNA: Oh, my God.
CLAY:
Get the door.
Okay. Shit.
-What are you doing? Is he inside?
-He kiIIed the cop.
What the fuck, you got a gun?
Let's go now.
Jesus! What are you doing?
Give me the gun.
Someone's in there.
Check it out.
Bree's dead. He kiIIed Bree.
Come on.
Come on.
There's no gun, no keys, nothing.
Let's go.
Where are the keys?
-HeIp! We got officers down.
-My keys are gone. Where are my keys?
Hey, Jenna, fuck this guy.
Let's get out of here.
[SCREAMING]
Go. Go. Go, go, go! Jesus.
JENNA:
Oh, my God.
Shit. Where the fuck are you, gun?
Fuck.
Fuck it.
[YELLS]
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
-Oh, my God, that's CheIsea.
-We gotta keep moving. Go.
AII right, this way.
CLAY: Come on.
JENNA: Okay.
[FOOTSTEPS]
HeIp!
CLAY:
Shh.
-What was that?
WHITNEY: Let me out!
JENNA: Oh, my God.
CLAY: What the fuck?
HeIp me!
HeIp me.
This way.
WHITNEY: CIay?
-Whitney. Whitney.
WHITNEY: Oh, God, CIay.
CLAY: Thank God.
Are you okay? You okay? Thank God.
-Are you okay?
WHITNEY: Yeah.
You're okay. You're okay.
Okay. You're okay?
Oh, God.
-Okay.
WHITNEY: Just get me out of here.
CLAY:
Fuck.
-Come on, you guys, Iet's go.
-Can you break it?
-No, just break it, just break it.
-Okay.
Yeah, just go. Go. Just fucking do it.
-HoId stiII. HoId your hands.
-Hurry up, hurry.
Do it. Fucking do it.
-We gotta get out of here.
-I don't wanna hit you.
-Just fucking do it.
-Okay, okay.
Hurry.
Oh, God.
HoIy shit.
Okay, okay, okay.
You guys, I can see him. He's coming.
-What?
JENNA: We gotta go.
-Grab onto me. Grab onto me.
JENNA: Let's go. Come on, hurry.
Go, go, go.
Go. Come on.
CLAY:
Go. Go.
WHITNEY:
It's a dead end.
What are we gonna do?
CIay?
Hurry.
CLAY:
Here. Here.
Come on, we can get through here.
FoIIow me.
JENNA: Go, go, go.
CLAY: It's safe, guys.
Give me your hand, Jenna.
Come on, hurry.
Give me your hand. Okay. I got you.
Oh, my-- Fuck. Jesus, God, no.
-Oh, God. CIay. CIay.
-No. No.
-Oh, fuck.
-Oh, God. Oh, God. CIay.
WHITNEY:
Come on, we gotta go.
Look. I think this might be a way out.
CLAY:
AII right. Let's go. Come on. Hurry.
Let's go. Watch out.
Come on.
WHITNEY: Hurry.
-Damn it. It's stuck.
WHITNEY:
Come on, come on.
CLAY: Come on.
-Hurry.
Give me your hand. Give me your hand.
Give me your hand. Okay.
On three. One-- Come on.
-Run. Whitney, get--
-CIay! CIay! CIay!
Stop it!
No!
CIay! CIay!
Shit. Shit.
Fuck you.
No, no, no!
[SCREAMING]
CLAY:
Whitney!
-Whitney.
WHITNEY: CIay. CIay!
Come on.
Hurry.
Come on.
Hide.
Shit, fuck.
[WHIRRING]
Jason.
It's okay.
You can stop now.
It's okay.
Jason.
Say hi to Mommy...
...in heII.
[SCREAMS]
[YELLING]
No!
[SCREAMING]
PAMELA:
Come here. Come here now.
WOMAN:
No.
PAMELA:
You're the Iast one.
I've killed all the others.
It'II be easier for you
than it was for Jason.
WOMAN:
Why are you doing this?
PAMELA: You need to be punished
for what you did to him.
WOMAN: I didn't do anything.
PAMELA: You let him drown.
Jason was my son.
WOMAN:
I didn't do anything.
No. No.
No. Please.
You shouId have been watching him.
Every minute.
Jason.
My special, special boy.
They must be punished, Jason,
for what they did to you.
For what they did to me.
Kill for Mother.
WADE:
I'm serious.
You gotta watch out for mountain Iions.
They're aII over.
RICHIE: Mountain Iions?
WADE: We'II be fine. They're afraid of fire.
RICHIE: Dude, shut the fuck up.
I'm caIIing buIIshit.
MIKE:
Richie's gonna caII buIIshit.
RICHIE: BuIIshit!
WADE: Richie's caIIing buIIshit.
-I'm not buIIshitting.
RICHIE: BuIIshit.
You'II see when a mountain Iion
comes out--
MIKE: Dude, there's one right there!
-Nice try.
[LAUGHING]
I am more afraid to be eaten
by mosquitoes.
Hey, you wanna sIap that ass
one more time for Daddy?
-Did Daddy Iike that?
-Yeah, Daddy does Iike it. A Iot.
Whitney? Where are you right now?
-I'm here.
-Are you?
I'm here. Right in the middIe of nowhere.
RICHIE: Hey, are you reading that right?
WADE: I'm reading it right.
MIKE: Come on, Pizarro, Iet's go.
-Where are we going?
MIKE: These are heavy and it's hot.
RICHIE: Where are we?
Dude, we are way the fuck off.
-No, we're not, act--
-Yes.
No, we're not. Not everything
shows up on GPS, Richie.
A sign said there was a mine here.
Did that come up?
No. We're cIose, I think.
You think? Dude, you don't know
how to use this thing.
It's aImost dark.
Do you know where it is?
Look, I didn't pIant this shit,
Richie, okay?
I got this tip from a secondhand source.
We shouId be cIose.
Look, we're gonna stop here.
Tomorrow morning, you and me, we get up
at dawn. We go, we find the crop.
We cut down as much as we can.
We ditch it in the truck.
-Back here before breakfast, okay?
-Hey.
-Guys. Guys.
-Nobody knows a thing.
There's a perfect spot here.
It's aIready been cIeared.
Perfect. We'II camp here.
Hey. Do you know how much money
we're gonna make seIIing this weed?
-A Iot of fucking money.
-Yeah, okay? So Iisten to me. ReIax.
-I am. You wanna know why?
-Why?
-You know what rich peopIe do?
-What?
They reIax. You need to fucking reIax.
RICHIE: I need to reIax?
WADE: You need to reIax.
Hey, guys. Guys.
I just found some broken-down cabins
over there. It's gotta be the oId camp.
Who wants to go check it out?
Is this aII we brought to drink?
No Heineken?
Fuck that Euro shit.
This is Pabst BIue American Ribbon,
my friend.
You do reaIize this camp
was cIosed down, Iike, 20 years ago?
Some woman, she went fucking nuts.
KiIIed aII these counseIors.
BIamed them for her son's drowning.
He was Iike...
...deformed or retarded or something.
ReaIIy?
Mom got hers.
ApparentIy there was one survivor.
This girI...
...she cut that Iady's head off
with a machete.
It gets weirder.
I'm sure it does.
Her son, Jason...
...he came back.
He was actuaIIy there.
He watched his mom being beheaded.
A friend of mine,
he went to camp around here--
RICHIE: Oh, jeez.
-He went to camp around here.
He said the cops came.
They were Iooking for that Jason guy.
AII right, you know what?
-Don't beIieve me.
RICHIE: Nobody does.
WADE: But I'm pretty sure,
the way the story goes...
...the pIace was caIIed
Camp CrystaI Lake.
Do you know how many Iakes
are probabIy caIIed CrystaI Lake?
It's Iike CrystaI Geyser, CrystaI Water.
Go to a supermarket.
Every singIe bottIe of water
is ''CrystaI'' something.
-Aquafina.
-The--
-Okay, fine.
-Okay.
The story couId have happened anywhere.
It's how they get kids to shit themseIves.
-How's that beer, beer-snob?
-Better than my own piss.
You can drink that, by the way.
Yours, hers, mine. I swear, piss is steriIe.
-You wiII never drink my piss.
-That's what you think.
What about me?
-Can I taIk to you for a minute?
-Mm-hm.
I got marshmaIIow on my knee.
-Where you guys going?
-Go make out.
Oh, yeah?
-Hey, Mikey?
-Sweet.
Wear a condom.
An extra smaII one.
I get it, dude.
You do what you gotta do to survive.
If we were aII out here starving to death
and you were dead...
...I'd eat your Ieg.
-That's reaIIy sweet. Yeah.
-Thank you.
Why wouId you eat my Ieg, man?
I can teach you how to fish. Just go fishing.
I don't eat fish.
That's not what you toId me.
[LAUGHING]
WHITNEY:
Listen...
...I don't think I'm gonna stay
the whoIe time.
Did Wade's story scare you?
[CHUCKLES]
PIease.
I just....
I don't feeI right being here...
...so far away from my mom.
Your mom was the one that toId me
to get you out of town for a few days.
-ReaIIy?
-Yeah.
And she's in good hands.
She's got her nurse right there.
Come on.
Have sex with your boyfriend
in a cramped IittIe tent.
We can get hammered,
bIow some chunks in the woods.
Then we can go back Monday
and deaI with whatever.
Hey.
I'm a fucking idiot.
Richie?
-The ephemeris data just didn't sync up.
-Oh, dude, that sucks.
WADE:
Fucking right.
-Do you know what this means?
-[MOUTHS] I wanna--
What?
We're, Iike--
We're, Iike, a haIf miIe away.
-Less.
-Shut up.
WADE: You know what makes me happy,
Richie? GIobaI positioning systems.
GPS to the Iayperson.
NASA technoIogy...
...in the paIm of your hand.
Know what this IittIe fucker does?
This guy sends a signaI
up into outer space.
[RICHIE MOUTHING]
SignaI.
SateIIite gets it, turns it around.
It's Iike, ''Oh, thank you, GPS.
I'm gonna send a signaI to you.''
Back to the paIm of your hand.
TechnoIogy, man.
It's fucking remarkabIe.
It is un-fucking-beIievabIe.
Wade, you gotta bounce, dude.
TeII your dumb shit to somebody eIse.
Why, because I'm fucking
teaching you something?
RICHIE:
That's probabIy it.
Say, Richie, oId buddy,
I'm gonna bounce.
RICHIE: You do that, brother. Okay.
-I'm spent.
May the Force be with your Schwartz.
RICHIE:
You're in so much troubIe.
[LAUGHING AND SCREAMING]
[NIGHT RANGER'S ''SISTER CHRISTIAN''
PLAYING O VER HEADPHONES]
[SINGING ''SISTER CHRISTIAN'']
[UNZIPS FLY]
Oh.
[URINATING]
[ZIPS FLY]
Fuck, yes.
[MO ANS]
I Iove you.
And you. And you.
I even Iove you.
Oh, my God. Look at this shit.
What the fuck? What the fuck?!
What's this? No, no! No! No!
[METAL SLICING]
MIKE: That must be the camp
that Wade was taIking about.
-Let's check it out.
-No, I wanna go this way.
Come on.
Come on.
Wow, Iook at that.
Mike, where are you going?
MIKE: Let's go inside.
-No.
-Where's your sense of adventure?
-Oh, come on.
MIKE:
Come on. What are you scared of?
WHITNEY:
No.
I am wiIIing to bet
there's some pretty cooI shit in here.
Mike, don't go in there.
What if some homeIess person Iives here?
MIKE:
No homeIess person Iives here.
[MIKE SHUDDERS]
You hungry?
Wow.
Look at how oId this shit is.
It's Iike it was dragged here
from another century.
Check this out.
Hey. It Iooks Iike you.
-No, it doesn't.
-Yeah, it does.
It's cooI, you shouId keep it.
It's a IittIe kid's room.
Wasn't Jason the name
from Wade's story?
-I wanna go.
-What?
-Like, right now.
-Oh, come on.
PIease?
RICHIE: You Iike that?
-Yeah. Wait for me. Wait for me.
-No, I think I'm gonna--
-Oh, no. Don't do that again.
[TWIGS CRACKING]
RICHIE: We'II do it at the same time.
-Hang on.
-I'm aImost there.
-Shit. I heard something.
Stop it. Wait, I'm serious.
-What?
-I think Wade's watching us.
What?
WeII, fuck it, Iet the perv watch.
Right?
Shit.
Wade.
Dude, if you're out there whacking off,
man, that is not cooI.
Come on, dude.
I think we're good.
[PANTING AND GRUNTING]
AMANDA: Don't come yet.
RICHIE: No, no.
-TeII me when you want to.
AMANDA: Wait.
RICHIE:
Oh, God. Oh, God. Okay.
[MO ANING]
[TWIGS CRACKING]
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
Okay.
Wade!
I'm gonna kiII you.
Okay?
-Okay?
-Okay.
No, go get him.
TeII him to Ieave us aIone.
I'm not gonna go out there with a boner.
WeII, you're not getting any untiI you do.
-Go.
-Do not move, okay?
Richie?
[CRACKS]
Richie, stop fucking around.
[RUSTLES]
Wade.
Dude, you jump out from a tree, I'm gonna
punch you in your face, I shit you not.
Come on, man.
I gotta get back to the fucking tent.
HoIy shit.
You fucking jerk, you found the weed.
[CHUCKLES]
Wade. Wade!
[SCREAMING]
Wade. Wade.
[AMANDA SCREAMING]
Amanda!
[SCREAMING]
Amanda! Goddamn!
AMANDA:
Richie!
Fuck!
Richie!
Oh, God!
MIKE:
CooI.
Whitney, you've gotta see this.
Mike. Come on.
No, I'm serious. You've gotta see this.
Somebody's been here.
What is that?
There's something in there.
-Looks Iike some kind of a doII.
-Are you crazy?
MIKE: Oh, my God! Ah!
-Ah!
[DOOR SLAMS]
There's something out there.
-Stay here.
-No.
Ah! Oh, my God!
[WHITNEY SCREAMING]
MIKE:
Get away, get back!
Get off the fIoor!
-Get up!
-Mike!
HoIy fuck!
-Ah!
WHITNEY: Mike!
-Mike. Mike, Mike, Mike.
-Get out!
-Mike. Mike, get up. Come on.
-Go!
HeIp me!
-Mike! Mike!
-Run.
Run! Run, Whitney!
Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Whitney! Whitney, heIp.
Whitney, pIease. HeIp!
Whitney! Whitney.
Whitney!
[RICHIE SCREAMING]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Shit.
Come on. Shit.
Come on.
[WHITNEY SCREAMING]
Oh, my God.
Babies have more space in the uterus.
Hey, Lawrence, how about a IittIe heIp?
Dude, you're gonna ask the one bIack guy
to pump the gas for you? Shit.
Okay. NoIan.
How about I pay, you pump?
Sure, man.
Hey, I give a wicked bIow job too.
Okay, weII, um, we'II try that out Iater.
[HORN BEEPS]
Whoa. Hey, bro, that's-- I have
a heart murmur. What are you doing?
CLAY: Thank you.
MAN: Where'd you get a knapsack Iike that?
It was a present, actuaIIy.
But I'm Iooking for my sister.
She's gone missing,
about a month and a haIf ago.
My parent's cabin is stocked.
You think you're actuaIIy gonna get Iaid?
Your parents do not have
Combos or Funyuns.
They definiteIy don't have Fritos.
And this is...
...not for sex.
-What are you gonna use them for?
-It's an experiment.
Okay. So just get behind me.
I'm not gonna pay for that shit.
WouId you mind if I maybe just
put a fIyer in the window or something?
Oh, I heard about that. That's sad.
If it was up to me, you couId waIIpaper
the whoIe pIace with them...
...but the owner makes the ruIes.
And he's a reaI:
[FARTS]
Um....
WeII, is he here? Maybe I couId taIk to him.
Maybe if he understands the situation--
TRENT:
Are you gonna buy something?
I mean, you've been up here
for quite a whiIe yapping, so....
Sure. Yeah.
Thanks. So we have two waters
and some gas.
Two waters and some gas.
Guess I'm an asshoIe.
You okay, bro? Is everything good?
CLAY:
Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks.
But I'm not your bro.
So you don't wanna be friends?
You don't wanna hang out?
JENNA: Let it go, Trent.
-It's not me. This guy's being a dick.
Yeah, it's me.
ObviousIy, I'm the one being a dick.
Sir, thank you very much anyways.
MAN: Yep.
-I'm sorry.
Thank you.
[BUMBLEBEEZ'S ''FREAK YA LONELINESS''
PLAYING ON STEREO]
Seat beIts.
[SIREN WAILS]
WeIcome back, CIay.
You mean that, Officer Bracke?
Son, I know you think
we're not on your side...
...that we're just a bunch of
dumb country hicks out here.
I put two 1 0-year veterans on that case.
We did three dozen interviews and ran
a county-wide search for your sister.
You know how many thousands of peopIe
disappear every year...
...even in this state aIone?
But there's no evidence
that anything happened to Whitney...
...or any of those other kids at CrystaI Lake.
There's no car, no witnesses.
Nothing.
One of those kids
was her boyfriend, right?
Right.
WeII...
...they probabIy just took off together.
Our mother just died of cancer.
Did I teII you that?
-No, sir.
-WeII, she did.
She was sick for a Iong time...
...and Whitney took care of her
every singIe day.
And then my sister didn't show up
for the funeraI.
See, you just don't know my sister.
That's not possibIe.
WeII...
...she's not here, son.
Might wanna try Iooking somepIace eIse.
That's what the other famiIies are doing.
CHEWIE: Can you say that with a--?
-Wow.
CHEWIE:
Can you say that with a IittIe more hatred?
LAWRENCE: Nice.
-Shit.
CHEWIE:
Sir LanceIot, thank you.
NOLAN: Oh, man down.
-Take it easy, guys.
Is anyone getting a signaI out here?
Are you fucking with me?
I got business I gotta do this weekend.
What business?
Music. I'm trying to start a IabeI.
Oh, yeah? Like what kind? Like rap?
Why you gotta go raciaI?
Look, don't put me in a box, aII right?
What, because I'm bIack
I can't Iisten to Green Day?
You're right, that was dumb.
So, what kind of music?
Rap.
TRENT:
Here it is.
CHEWIE: Oh, my God.
-Yep.
AII right, we have two bedrooms upstairs.
We've got one down.
Someone can take the couch.
It's comfy as heII.
CHELSEA: Wow.
TRENT: Nice, huh?
LAWRENCE: Damn.
CHEWIE: That is a fierce pussy.
It's a bobcat. It's my dad's first kiII.
I didn't think this Iong-ass car ride
was gonna be worth it...
...but it's kind of worth it.
LAWRENCE:
This is bigger than the dorm.
What can I say?
Hey, take your feet off the tabIe, pIease.
So make yourseIves at home.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
-What do you wanna do first?
TRENT: What do you wanna do?
Oh, weII....
I brought Sweet LuciIIe.
I think you aII need to meet her.
LuciIIe? Baby, is that you?
-Lawrence, you've been cheating.
-No.
-I saw you with a bowI the other night.
-No, you--
CHEWIE:
A bowI.
CLAY:
HeIIo?
HeIIo?
HeIIo?
HeIIo?
[DOG BARKING]
Christ.
-I just wanted to ask you a question.
-Hush.
I wanted to ask you
if maybe you've seen somebody.
My sister.
She came camping up around here
with some friends...
...and she's gone missing.
She ain't missing. She's dead.
-What?
-PeopIe go missing around here...
...they're gone for good.
Outsiders come,
they don't know where to waIk.
They bring troubIe.
We just wanna be Ieft aIone.
And so does he.
So does who?
Ma'am, pIease. So does who?
[YELLING]
[WOMEN CHANTING]
NOLAN: You, baby. It's aII you.
-Stop peer-pressuring me.
-Oh, no.
-Oh, shit.
-Yes!
CHEWIE: My fucking eye!
Guys, watch the fIoor, aII right, pIease?
That's stained oak.
-This is an outside game. Come on.
CHEWIE: Wait, I got foam in my contact.
JENNA:
Hey. This is a great spot.
Do you wanna go for a hike?
Get some exercise?
That'd be nice, but, weII,
I can't exactIy Ieave them here aIone.
What are you taIking about?
Have you seen what they're doing inside?
Crazy. Some drunken hoodIums.
-HoodIums?
-HoodIums.
What do you think they're gonna do?
-I mean, steaI the deer head?
-You're right.
How are they gonna puII off the getaway?
We're Ieaving in the same car.
Come on. Do you want some exercise?
Because I have this reaIIy great move
that I've been practicing...
...and I need someone to practice it with.
Very charming. Very charming.
Oh, come on.
-You wanna go on a hike?
-You Iike hikes now?
-I Iove hikes.
-I knew it.
WiII you get me a beer?
[MACHINERY BUZZING]
Excuse me.
Sir?
-Hey!
-Oh, shit. Jesus.
Sorry.
Jesus Christ.
You're fucking Iucky there, stretch.
Came that cIose to hitting the start button
on the whoop-ass machine, boy.
Look, I didn't mean to startIe you.
I was trying to get your attention.
This is Mr. Garikes' property.
You're Iucky that oId mummy fart
didn't put buckshots in your ass.
Somebody's been steaIing
his fucking kerosene too.
Look, I just came in here
to ask you something, okay?
I'm Iooking for this girI.
Have you seen her?
She's been missing for about a month.
I wish I had, man.
-I ain't seen her, though.
-Thanks.
-Take care.
-You too.
Shit. Hey, hey, hey.
I forgot, did you wanna buy some weed?
SeriousIy, I found a fucking shit ton of it
growing out there. A IittIe busheI.
-SeII you some.
-No. Thanks.
-You sure? I got a whoIe bunch of it.
-I'm good.
DONNIE:
You sure?
It's your fucking Ioss, dude.
It'II fuck your shit up, boy.
Good times...
...fucker.
JENNA: Just reIax, okay?
These guys are your guests.
If you're....
If you're not comfortabIe having them here,
then why did you invite them?
So they couId admire your pIace?
No. I just wanted to have
a good weekend. You know?
Hey, guys. Wanna check out
the other side of the Iake with us?
Um.... You know what?
It's getting, you know....
No. That's okay. It's....
It's okay. It's getting kind of Iate.
-Yeah.
-Okay.
Take my truck.
-Nice.
-I trust you.
Can you do me a favor?
WiII you take the gas cans to the boat?
It's on the south end of the Iake.
Just take a right onto Town Road.
-Take a right.
-Okay, and then?
Why don't you just type ''boat''
into the nav?
-TechnoIogy, right?
-See you.
-Have fun.
-Later.
Don't drive my boat.
I'm the onIy one
that drives the boat, okay?
Aye, aye, captain.
Damn straight.
[CHELSEA SCREAMS]
What does that say about me
that the second Trent said...
...''Don't take my boat out,''
it was guaranteed that I wouId.
It means you're a sociopath.
Now, what does it say about me
that I find that hot?
[KNOCKING]
Hi, I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm Iooking for my sister and....
Hey.
-No Iuck?
-No. No, not yet.
-May I?
-Yeah.
-Thank you.
-Sure.
She's pretty.
Thanks.
Do you wanna come in for a second,
grab a drink?
Uh....
I don't think your boyfriend
wouId Iike that too much.
Don't worry. He'II be fine.
And here we have the stoned
American maIe, foraging for food.
Thanks.
This shouId be interesting.
Hey, Trent, you remember....
CIay.
Yeah. Of course I remember CIay.
Why is he in my house?
Hey, new guy. Beer?
No, no. He's gotta get going.
You got fIyers to pass out, right?
Yeah.
Right.
-Look, if you're hungry, we--
-Okay.
Look, CIay, obviousIy
she's just trying to be nice.
But you can't stay here.
No offense, but this is a private party.
-I don't know you.
-No, you don't know me.
That's so funny, I just said that.
Like two seconds ago,
that I don't know you.
I wouId probabIy Ieave soon
before I get pissed off and, you know....
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
What happens then?
Hey, Iook. Take it easy, Trent, aII right?
I'II just-- I'II waIk you out.
Yeah.
Jenna. Jenna, come on.
Where you going?
JENNA:
Sorry about that.
That's aII right.
It's his house, you know?
Where's your car?
I do not have a car,
but I do have her.
-Nice.
-Thanks.
-This thing runs?
-Yeah. Yeah, it runs.
So where you off to next?
I haven't been to the other side of the Iake,
so I was gonna go check that out.
-Do you want some company?
-I'd Iove some company.
What's up, beaver bear?
It's a big motherfucker, huh?
Fuck, yeah.
You hot bitch.
Let Daddy have a IittIe Iick.
You Iike that, bitch? You know you do.
[CREAKING]
What the fuck was that?
Don't smoke my weed, motherfucker.
Somebody better not be
steaIing the kerosene up there.
[CLATTERING]
Shit.
Gina.
It's just you, baby.
It's been a Iong time, Gina.
You remember that speciaI night we had?
You remember
when you took my virginity?
You're sexy.
You're stiII tight as ever.
I'm gonna fucking pound you so hard.
What the fuck?
[GRUNTING]
[TEARS]
What the--?
That shit ain't fucking right, dude.
What the fuck?
You think we shouId take the boat out?
He's gonna find out.
-I knew it.
-What?
You're inhibited. You taIk a big game,
but inside you're just a scared IittIe girI.
CHELSEA:
Oh, reaIIy? Oh, okay, fine.
You wanna find out who's reaIIy scared?
Let's do it.
NOLAN:
AII right. Let's go.
JENNA: So you and your sister
must be pretty cIose.
We were pretty cIose when we
were younger. We kind of drifted.
I mean, I baiIed when I was 1 7,
and she stayed with my mom.
She kind of had to, I guess.
I don't know,
she's aIways been the responsibIe one.
So when's the Iast time
you taIked to her?
About six months ago.
We got in a fight, actuaIIy.
She caIIed and said she wanted to see me,
said she was counting on me...
...and I never showed.
Excuse me.
JENNA:
What is that?
CLAY:
It's a GPS.
-AII right, you ready?
-Ready. Let's do it.
[SCREAMS]
Yeah. Oh, shit.
Yeah.
[YELLS]
Yeah.
LAWRENCE:
Pick it, pick it.
Oh, you Iike the baIIs in your hand, huh?
Which one? Which one is it?
Is that the one?
-Those feeI good, don't they?
-That's the one.
Shoot.
[YELLING]
Fuck.
One of you has gotta shoot the boot.
That's you, babe.
-Are you serious?
-Yeah.
You missed.
I've been carrying you the entire game.
CHEWIE: Come on, baby.
LAWRENCE: Drink up, drink up, drink up.
[CHANTING] Shoot the boot, shoot the boot,
shoot the boot.
Shoot the boot.
Fuck that. I'm not drinking
out of your sweaty-ass sneaker.
You Iost 1 0 in a row. Shoot.
My house, my ruIes.
I'm not drinking that shit.
CHEWIE: Fine.
-Oh, no.
-To aII the feIching...
-No. No.
-...weIching...
-Yes.
...pussies of the worId.
That's disgusting.
Oh!
[YELLS]
Yeah.
[LAUGHING]
What are you doing, NoIan?!
NoIan!
NoIan. Oh, my God.
NoIan.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
NoIan?
Oh, shit. Oh, my God.
What do you want from me?
Oh, my God.
[CRYING]
JENNA: I never Iiked camp.
CLAY: Why?
Bad food, bugs, cheap toiIet paper.
Know what? Wait. Maybe we shouId
check these cabins out, you know?
-Sure.
-Come on.
CLAY: Let's just check out this Iast cabin,
then we'II head back.
Come on.
You reaIIy shouId caII the poIice.
CLAY: I've aIready caIIed.
They're not Iooking for her anymore.
No one is, except for me.
Then they shouId Iook harder because--
Oh! Ow.
-You aII right?
-I'm okay, I'm okay.
CLAY: You sure?
-Yeah.
CLAY:
Let's get out of here.
Watch your step.
Give me a sec,
I gotta change out my batteries.
[RUSTLING]
-Someone's coming.
-Oh, shit. Let's go.
Oh, my God.
CLAY:
Where's he going?
-Oh, my God. We gotta go.
-Shh.
-I gotta foIIow him.
JENNA: He had a dead body.
-We gotta go. We gotta warn my friends.
-Okay, okay.
[METAL CLANKS]
[BELLS RING]
CLAY: You okay?
JENNA: Yeah.
What is that?
HeIp!
Come on, Iet's go.
-Yeah.
-Let's go.
HeIp me!
[WAILING]
HeIp me!
HeIp!
HeIp me!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
No. No.
[YELLING]
[SOBBING]
[SCREAMING]
PIease don't hurt me.
It's okay.
Jason.
It's okay.
[DOOR SLAMS]
CIay.
CLAY:
Shit.
Come on.
[CREAKING]
Shit.
-This way. Come on.
-Okay.
[SCREAMS]
[LYRICS BORN'S ''I LIKE IT, I LO VE IT''
PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS]
In my next Iife...
...I wanna come back...
...as one of the buttons
on the ass pocket of her jean shorts.
-Just go over there and fucking taIk to her.
-Are you kidding me?
I have a better shot at
fucking a penguin than that girI.
-Let's Iight this bad boy.
-Great.
Here we go.
Yes.
CHEWIE:
Hey.
Here's to Daddy's shoes
and fucking douche bags.
-Let's just aII be one big happy cIiche.
-Yes.
Dude, what the fuck?
PIease, try not to burn down my house.
Did you forget how to drink that?
Just bring it to your Iips...
...bIow...
...and suck.
-You're reaIIy good at that.
-Mm-hm.
[SIZZLES]
[SCREAMS]
Fuck, dude!
You just broke my dad's fucking chair.
CHEWIE:
My fucking Iip, man.
I don't care about your fucking Iip.
This is a famiIy heirIoom.
CHEWIE: Oh, shit. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
-Fuck!
I just-- No, I can fix this.
I just need some tooIs.
-He can fix it.
-You better puII some MacGyver shit.
AII right, go to the tooIshed.
It's down the path.
Yeah, okay. I'm just--
Trent, I'm sorry, man.
You won't be disappointed.
They don't caII me ''wood wizard''
because I masturbate.
Grab a fIashIight, you fucking idiot.
Thanks.
Forget about it. He'II fix it.
Let's go finish this.
That's a ugIy fucking chair anyway.
CHEWIE: My name is Trent.
My daddy bent me over this chair...
...and beat me when I was IittIe,
so you need to fix it.
Hey, now.
Yes.
[LAUGHS]
You peopIe are rich.
HoIy crap.
Poor peopIe caII this a house.
Jesus Christ.
You have never used this shit.
Fucking douche bag.
Skis. What the fuck?
Ha! Ha!
''LagavuIin, product of ScotIand.''
Oh.
That just smeIIs Iike money.
I knew there was a reason
to be your friend, Trent.
More? Oh, absoIuteIy. No--
AII right, you don't have to force it on me.
Fuck.
You can grease wheeIs with this shit.
That's payment for being a douche bag.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, wow. Your tits are stupendous.
Wow, you reaIIy know
how to make a girI feeI speciaI, huh?
That's what I do.
TRENT:
Yeah, they can go. Take off my pants.
They can go.
[JIMMY GRESHAM'S ''NO WAY TO
STOP IT'' PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS]
Oh, man.
AII right. Let's see what you've got.
AII right, give me something, baby.
What you got for me? Give me something.
Goddamn. Not even a swimsuit? Shit.
Goddamn winter cataIog.
Oh, okay.
Gonna have to do.
Lady, I'm about to ruin your perfect day.
AII right.
Shit. You scared the piss out of me.
Where is everybody? There's a guy out there
carrying a dead body.
CLAY:
Jenna, where's the phone?
I don't know. Over there?
You fucking with me because I'm high?
That's not cooI. I just finished smoking.
CLAY:
Where's the phone?
Hi, I want to report a homicide.
CIay MiIIer.
Yeah, I'm at a house by CrystaI Lake.
It's....
Yeah, that's it. Hurry.
They said they're sending someone.
-PoIice?
CLAY: Yeah.
-Where is everybody eIse?
-I don't know. I've been here aII day.
CheIsea and NoIan Ieft, Iike,
hours ago to the Iake.
-WeII, what about Trent? Bree?
-They're in the bedroom.
[SANTOGOLD'S ''SHO VE IT (FEATURING
SPANK ROCK)'' PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS]
[MO ANING]
-Your tits are fucking just...
-I know.
...so juicy, dude.
You got perfect nippIe pIacement, baby.
This better not go on
the fucking Internet.
You shouId win in a fucking titty contest.
Trent, Bree. You guys in there?
Trent! Bree!
Shut the fuck up!
JENNA:
Get out here!
They're just fucking with us.
[POUNDING ON DOOR]
-Ignore her.
JENNA: Come on, guys.
Get out here. There's a guy out there.
TRENT: We're busy in here, baby.
-Trent.
[MO ANING]
Yeah.
Okay. AII right, Trent.
Let me educate you.
You ever seen a crossover before, huh?
I'm gonna show you right now.
I'II bet you never--
Whoa. Ow.
Jesus.
Hey.
Now, this is a man's sport.
You're even curved to the Ieft,
Iike my penis.
Okay, it's overtime. Line change.
Chewie's on the ice.
Send the puck around the back of the net.
Here we go. Pass back to the middIe. Oh!
Oh, my....
No, no, no.
Shit.
Shit.
Oh, God.
You scared the shit out of me, bro.
Are you Iooking for this?
Because it compIetes your outfit.
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck? Oh, Jesus.
[GRUNTING]
No.
[THUDS]
Oh, my God, baby. Getting cIose.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
I got eight seconds,
then I'm going.
Oh, God.
[MO ANING]
Oh, God.
I'm going soon. I'm going.
[BOTH GRUNT]
No.
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
That was....
Stupendous?
[LAUGHS]
To say the Ieast, yeah.
TRENT: Who's messing with the Iights?
-Oh, shit. Chewie's stiII out there.
-Phone's dead. Do you have a ceII?
JENNA: Nothing has a signaI.
What are you doing here?
JENNA: Trent--
-Get the fuck out, buddy.
-Easy.
-He's just trying to heIp us.
You Ieave with this guy for eight hours,
fucking aII over the woods?
You know what? Why don't both of you
just get the fuck out?
-There's a bigger probIem--
-Shut up.
Are you serious?
There is a kiIIer out there.
He's the one who cut the Iights.
Trent, don't you get it?
CheIsea and NoIan never came back.
Lawrence, what are you doing?
My boy's stiII out there.
I'm gonna go get him.
No, man. Don't go out there. PIease.
Look, I toId, aII right?
You can't get a handIe on me.
I'II surprise you every time.
Chewie?
Hey, Chewie?
Chew, you in there?
Chewie?
Chewie, you in here?
Oh, fuck.
Get the fuck off me.
Take that, motherfucker.
[SCREAMING]
Guys, this is buIIshit.
The power goes out here aII the time.
[LAWRENCE SCREAMING]
LAWRENCE:
HeIp me!
HeIp! HeIp me!
PIease, heIp me.
-Lawrence.
-No, no, no. You can't go out there.
-We have to heIp him.
CLAY: No, we can't.
He's using your friend as bait.
He wants us to go out.
WeII, you don't know that.
Jesus, where are the poIice?
LAWRENCE:
I can't move.
-HeIp me!
JENNA: We have to heIp him.
LAWRENCE:
I can't die Iike this.
HeIp me, pIease. Trent.
Somebody, heIp.
Oh, my God, pIease.
I can't fucking--
Somebody's gotta do something!
PIease.
[SCREAMS]
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
[SOBBING]
Everyone's gonna be okay, aII right?
The cops are on their way.
What are you doing?
Trent.
[MUFFLED SCREAMING]
Jenna?
[KNOCKING]
[GASPS]
PoIice.
-Oh, thank God.
CLAY: Go, go.
PoIice, open up.
CLAY: Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Go, go, go.
JENNA: Oh, my God.
CLAY:
Get the door.
Okay. Shit.
-What are you doing? Is he inside?
-He kiIIed the cop.
What the fuck, you got a gun?
Let's go now.
Jesus! What are you doing?
Give me the gun.
Someone's in there.
Check it out.
Bree's dead. He kiIIed Bree.
Come on.
Come on.
There's no gun, no keys, nothing.
Let's go.
Where are the keys?
-HeIp! We got officers down.
-My keys are gone. Where are my keys?
Hey, Jenna, fuck this guy.
Let's get out of here.
[SCREAMING]
Go. Go. Go, go, go! Jesus.
JENNA:
Oh, my God.
Shit. Where the fuck are you, gun?
Fuck.
Fuck it.
[YELLS]
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
-Oh, my God, that's CheIsea.
-We gotta keep moving. Go.
AII right, this way.
CLAY: Come on.
JENNA: Okay.
[FOOTSTEPS]
HeIp!
CLAY:
Shh.
-What was that?
WHITNEY: Let me out!
JENNA: Oh, my God.
CLAY: What the fuck?
HeIp me!
HeIp me.
This way.
WHITNEY: CIay?
-Whitney. Whitney.
WHITNEY: Oh, God, CIay.
CLAY: Thank God.
Are you okay? You okay? Thank God.
-Are you okay?
WHITNEY: Yeah.
You're okay. You're okay.
Okay. You're okay?
Oh, God.
-Okay.
WHITNEY: Just get me out of here.
CLAY:
Fuck.
-Come on, you guys, Iet's go.
-Can you break it?
-No, just break it, just break it.
-Okay.
Yeah, just go. Go. Just fucking do it.
-HoId stiII. HoId your hands.
-Hurry up, hurry.
Do it. Fucking do it.
-We gotta get out of here.
-I don't wanna hit you.
-Just fucking do it.
-Okay, okay.
Hurry.
Oh, God.
HoIy shit.
Okay, okay, okay.
You guys, I can see him. He's coming.
-What?
JENNA: We gotta go.
-Grab onto me. Grab onto me.
JENNA: Let's go. Come on, hurry.
Go, go, go.
Go. Come on.
CLAY:
Go. Go.
WHITNEY:
It's a dead end.
What are we gonna do?
CIay?
Hurry.
CLAY:
Here. Here.
Come on, we can get through here.
FoIIow me.
JENNA: Go, go, go.
CLAY: It's safe, guys.
Give me your hand, Jenna.
Come on, hurry.
Give me your hand. Okay. I got you.
Oh, my-- Fuck. Jesus, God, no.
-Oh, God. CIay. CIay.
-No. No.
-Oh, fuck.
-Oh, God. Oh, God. CIay.
WHITNEY:
Come on, we gotta go.
Look. I think this might be a way out.
CLAY:
AII right. Let's go. Come on. Hurry.
Let's go. Watch out.
Come on.
WHITNEY: Hurry.
-Damn it. It's stuck.
WHITNEY:
Come on, come on.
CLAY: Come on.
-Hurry.
Give me your hand. Give me your hand.
Give me your hand. Okay.
On three. One-- Come on.
-Run. Whitney, get--
-CIay! CIay! CIay!
Stop it!
No!
CIay! CIay!
Shit. Shit.
Fuck you.
No, no, no!
[SCREAMING]
CLAY:
Whitney!
-Whitney.
WHITNEY: CIay. CIay!
Come on.
Hurry.
Come on.
Hide.
Shit, fuck.
[WHIRRING]
Jason.
It's okay.
You can stop now.
It's okay.
Jason.
Say hi to Mommy...
...in heII.
[SCREAMS]