Landing Lake (2017) Movie Script
1
[dramatic music]
[dark dramatic music]
[banging on door]
- A moment, please.
Damn you.
- Were you sleeping?
- Jesus, what's going on here?
Sorry, I fell asleep.
- What the fuck is in this?
This coffee's shite.
- What's wrong with it?
- Why don't you taste it?
Seriously, you wanna poison me?
So, what did you end
up deciding in the end?
- I've accepted the assignment.
- Really?
You wanna go all
the way up there?
You really think
it's a good idea?
And your nightmare--
- Hey, I'm fine now, okay?
I just had a lot going on.
- Still.
I don't think it's a good idea.
If I were you, I'd
just take a break.
- I really wanna make some
life changes, don't you get it?
It's just a chance to step up
and get promoted, that's all.
Believe me.
I really wanna move out of here.
- Why?
What's wrong with this place?
- It's getting late, I
must head to the office.
[horns honking]
[light eerie music]
Hi, can you tell me
where I can find Ann?
Hey, wake up!
You seen her?
Okay, got it.
Where has she gone?
Tell her I'm looking for her.
- Okay.
- Tell her!
- Okay.
- Repeater's out of commission.
Could've been a
lightning strike.
- Nah man, it's the software.
- Yeah, I hope so, otherwise
we'll have to go back
and replace the
entire power line.
Still, better to be optimistic
when the going gets tough, eh?
Who designed the
software anyway?
- The Dynamic Group?
Dynamic Group.
- Dynamic shit.
Move your hand.
It'll be a right laugh
if we have to stay
out there for God
knows how long.
[mumbling]
[light eerie music]
- May I?
- What do you want, Robert?
I'm rather swamped.
- Ready to leave?
- Yeah, I'm just
collecting some things.
- As I mentioned,
you'll have to take
everything you need with
you to spend the night--
- There won't be
any need for that.
If it's what I think it is,
I'll just have to reinstall
the operating system
and realign the parables.
- The repeater shows
no signs of life,
you couldn't even
reach it online.
Listen, about us, are you sure--
- We already talked about that.
There's nothing more to add.
Close the door when you go.
Oh, there you are at last.
Do you mind telling
me where you were?
- I was downstairs.
What do you want?
Bye bye, Robert.
What was he doing
in your office?
Have you or have you not
broken it off with him?
- Of course.
He just has to come
to terms with it.
- Hey, it's good to
have you with us.
So, they make you and me
do the dirty jobs, huh?
- Hey, question.
What the hell is going on here?
Are we gonna have to stay
out of there all night?
I'm gonna fix the
damn repeater fast.
All right, boss?
- Shut up, Mike.
- Hey guys, look!
Woop!
- [Ann] Oh my god!
- This is for the mission.
Pure analog sound.
- What is that?
- Amigo, this is the
ultimate in cool.
- The ultimate in cool.
You're telling me that that
antique actually works?
[funky music]
- Oh my god!
[laughing]
[speaking foreign language]
- Hey.
- Oh, turn it down, will ya?
When that music was popular
you weren't even born yet.
Go.
- Well, I think it's great.
Where in the hell
did you find it?
[speaking foreign language]
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
This is awkward to start.
Turn that down!
- Seor.
- Turn it down!
What are you?
Get the hell out!
[light eerie music]
[upbeat funky music]
[dark dramatic music]
- Come on, man, give me
help with the unloading.
- [Mike] Come on, man.
Sick and tired of this already.
- We are gonna end
up getting lost.
- I'm not getting any coverage.
- Yeah, that'll be the repeater.
- [Phil] Hey, do you
guys have any saltines?
I ate too much sugary
crap on the way.
- [Mike] I swear,
when I get back
I'm demanding a fucking raise.
Jesus Christ, what a shitty job.
- Hey man, don't complain.
I make half your
salary and I gotta
bust my ass twice as hard.
- [Mike] Yeah, how
about giving it a rest.
- It's just that
I don't squander
my entire salary on video poker.
A serious lack of what's up.
- Mate.
You are getting on my nerves.
- Hey you.
Leave him alone,
he's just a kid.
- Kid?
Poor baby.
[eerie music]
[leaves crunching]
- Hey, Phil?
- Yeah?
- Take a photo of me?
- Why, why not?
- Come on.
- Smile.
Nice!
- Yeah, now let me you.
- Yeah, sure, take one of me.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Come on!
- Cool.
Hey, Georgie!
Nice!
[light suspenseful music]
- Hey guys, I think this
place is infested with elves.
[crow cawing]
[upbeat funky music]
- [Mike] For God sake!
How stupid are you?
When are you gonna
decide to grow up?
- I'm sorry, I didn't
do it on purpose!
- And wanting to bring a noisy
piece of junk
- What are you doing?
- With you in the first place?
Give me it!
- That's my radio,
you son of a bitch!
My radio!
[clanking]
You're a shit, mate.
Hey, come here.
This way!
[dramatic music]
- Differential's shot.
Must've been a lightning strike.
- How can you be
so sure of that?
[clicking]
[beeping]
You fucked it up.
There's no line.
[laughing]
- Great.
Great!
[dramatic music]
[beeping]
Speak to me, Georgie!
Um, where is you?
[eerie music]
Will you not, I don't
wanna be here a week.
- Don't worry, Mike.
Georgie's gonna
fix everything now.
[beeping]
- [Georgie] Why is
the SOS light on?
- Because it's under--
- Yeah, I don't think
she were asking you.
Because it's under the low
voltage auxiliary line.
- Don't look at me.
I'm not going up there.
You're the expert.
[engine rumbling]
- Son of a bitch.
It's crashed.
Hey, it's crashed.
- My god, are you sure?
- Can I get some
light here, please?
I can't see shite.
- Where did the plane end up?
- It crashed on the other side
of that hill, I'm sure of it.
- How can you say that?
You can't know that.
Maybe it's still flying.
- I definitely heard
the sound of the impact.
It wasn't loud, but--
- Oh, for Christ's
sake, man, speak up!
- Well, even if it wasn't
loud, it was recognizable.
I'm sure of it, it
definitely crashed.
- Mike's right.
- I said it crashed!
- In which case, what
are we doing here?
Let's move.
Somebody was onboard and we
don't even know if they're okay.
- Yeah, let's go take a look,
it might've been
carrying somebody.
- Don't even think about it,
we've got work to do here.
- Georgie, what are you saying?
A plane just crashed,
for Christ's sake!
- We need to go check it out.
- [Ann] Yeah, the
repeater can wait.
Come on, let's go.
[dark eerie music]
- Fucking door, open!
Get the door open,
get me outta here!
Get me outta here!
Get me the fuck outta here!
Get me out!
- [Mike] This way!
[woman crying]
Come on out!
- - [Matt] Open
the fucking door!
- Come out!
- Get me, get me the fuck out!
Now!
Now!
Get me out!
- [Mike] Christ's sake!
- [Ann] Come on, I'll
take you, come here.
Come here, it's okay.
[woman crying]
[muffled talking]
- [Mike] Hey!
Give me your hand!
[grunting]
- Everything okay?
Nothing broken?
- What?
Yeah, I'm all right.
I'm okay, I think I'm okay.
- You're in one piece?
Did the pilot manage
to send a mayday
call and give your position?
Hey, did you hear what I said?
- Yeah.
I think so.
- What a landing.
- Jack.
- We should've sent
the SOS from the repeater.
- Hey, guys.
Who gave a license to Red
Baron in the pilot seat?
- A repeater?
The hell you talking about?
- The repeater.
The one you were heading
for into this outer hill.
You missed it by half an inch.
- The pilot sent the mayday.
Someone will be here
soon, all right?
- Jack.
I wanna get out of here.
Jack, get me away from here.
- Georgie.
You're not going
anywhere with that.
- We set up a tent, we
wait for the rescuers.
- Great.
Now we have to play
the fucking Red Cross.
[crickets chirping]
[suspenseful music]
- [Phil] Oh, let go of my
hair, you son of a bitch.
- Get your finger out your
ass and those tents set up.
If you haven't noticed,
the poor woman's fainting.
- [Phil] Oh, you bastard.
What's wrong with you?
- Get a move on!
- [Phil] Okay, I'm doing it.
- What do you plan to do?
Are the rescuers coming or not?
- What do I plan to do, Ann?
Since you wanted so
badly to drag your ass
to the rescue, you
think of something.
And fast.
- Now what do you want?
- Your turn to play
guard dog, Philip.
- And what does a guard dog do?
- I'm sleeping along
in the tent tonight.
Got it?
You stay out here, and
you keep an eye on them.
And you keep the worms company.
Hey.
Charlie Lindbergh.
Here's your tent!
You're putting it up yourself.
So, three of you taking off.
Where were you headed?
- Listen, asshole.
No one asked you to help,
so mind your own business.
Got it?
[thudding]
- Hello, mate.
Did you know you've
got a really shit face,
[speaking foreign language].
Don't worry, I'll
put it up for you.
Take it easy, man.
- Mike, stop being a dick.
Do you understand me?
- I've...
Just kidding around.
[fire crackling]
[crickets chirping]
[eerie music]
[dramatic music]
[chiming music]
- Where are you?
Georgie!
Georgie!
And what happened to Mike?
He's disappeared.
What happened to you?
[crickets chirping]
- Hey, Alex.
You awake?
We're going to the plane
right now, so, see ya later.
- Where you going now?
- Well, Jack just wants
us to go to the plane
and take a look,
get a few things.
- Hey, Georgie, it's weird.
Mike's disappeared.
- Nothing, I couldn't find him.
[dramatic music]
- Hey, we're coming too.
We've gotta find Mike.
Mike!
- Oh, jeez.
Hey, you know what time it is?
- How the hell do I know?
You got the watch.
- [Ann] Mike?
- Hey, Phil.
You know what time it is?
What's it like, 1800?
- 1800?
I think your watch took a
bad hit in that landing.
It's 0900, amigo.
- Hey, what the
fuck are you doing?
- Easy guys, stop!
I said stop!
[yelling]
Hey, I said stop!
- Jesus!
Let go of me!
Let go!
- I said!
- You wanna fuck with me?
Come on, then!
- Come on, then!
- Hey, that's enough!
[thudding]
[thudding]
- Hey, let go of my beard!
[screaming]
[evil laughing]
[blowing]
You son of a bitch!
- Cool it, man.
- Get the fuck off me!
- Great, Mike.
You've really gone
and done it this time.
- Fuck you!
I don't trust these bastards.
- What the fuck do you
think you're doing?
Are you crazy?
- I wanted to make sure
there were no surprises.
I want an apology here and now.
- An apology, right?
You're joking, huh?
- We have a right to know
who it is we're dealing with.
- No, Mike, I'm
tired of your shit.
This time I'm writing you up.
- Well fuck you too, Georgie.
I'm leaving.
- Oh, that's what I've
been saying all day.
You idiot!
- [Mike] Oh, go to hell, Phil.
- I'm fine, I'm fine.
Oh, oh.
He's capable of leaving
us here, you know?
- Maybe you were a bit
too hard on him, Georgie.
You better go and get after him.
- [Georgie] Fine,
I'll go after him.
- Christ's sake, Jack,
will you get a grip?
- That bastard wanted
to fuck with me.
These idiots aren't
gonna disappear,
we need to create diversion.
- Yeah, but not by going and
losing our cool on everything.
- All right,
fucking ball buster.
- Oh fuck.
Fuck.
[dramatic music]
- Mike, wait.
I wasn't being serious earlier.
Come on, talk to me.
Mike!
Mike!
Mike!
[sniffling]
- That was a real heroic
effort on your part.
Two guys fighting, a
third guy jumps in--
- Fuck you want?
- How's your nose?
- Yeah, it's been
better before, thanks.
Fuck my nose.
What about your hand, huh?
[patting]
- It's taking too long.
I'm gonna go look for them.
You stay here and
look after the others.
- Ann.
Please, try and convince
him to come back.
I'm his assistant.
Should've gone
after him, you know?
- He's big enough to look
after himself, don't you think?
[chuckling]
- What a joke.
[sighs]
[light dramatic music]
- Mike!
Mike!
Mike!
[spooky music]
[footsteps thudding]
[warped yelling]
[crickets chirping]
- Phil.
Let's go check on Alex.
[dark spooky music]
- Georgie!
- Go away please.
I said go away and
leave me alone.
- Georgie.
What happened?
What did you see?
Tell me.
What's going on, where's Mike?
What did you see?
Tell me!
Georgie!
Georgie, Georgie, Georgie.
What's going on, where's Mike?
What's going on, where's Mike?
What's going on, where's Mike?
- So, what do you
do for a living?
- I'm an accountant.
- Hey, Matt, do you like music?
[heavy breathing]
- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah?
Then later on I'm gonna
show you something.
- Why not?
[eerie music]
- What?
What are you doing here?
I was waiting for
you at the plane.
- Georgie wanted to
keep looking for Mike.
Alone.
- Oh.
- Why are you touching me?
Get your hands off!
- Don't you remember?
Your tibia.
- Tibia?
- Your leg bone was
sticking out of your skin.
- Where am I?
I wanna get out of here.
Jack, I wanna get out of here!
- [hushes] You keep your
voice down, we're not alone.
- Whatever, have
you got my stuff?
I need to sniff or I'm
gonna have another crisis.
- In-fucking-credible.
[birds squawking]
- [Phil] Georgie?
[man yelling]
- [Ann] Save yourself, Georgie.
Georgie, well you won't die.
Georgie, oh Georgie.
Georgie.
- Come on, Georgie!
- [Ann] Georgie,
you can hear it.
- [Man] You can hear it!
- Stop it.
[muffled yelling]
Stop it!
Can't take it anymore.
Can't take this shit anymore.
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
Can't take this shit anymore.
[dramatic music]
- Georgie!
Jesus Christ, we
were scared shitless.
Where the hell
were you and Mike?
Did you, did you convince
him to come back?
- I think he wanted to
force us to follow him.
- What?
Why?
Mike is who he is, but he
wouldn't wanna get rid of us.
He left all his things here.
Something must've
happened to him.
- You can walk now?
We're going, hurry up.
- I'm fine, thanks for asking.
- [Jack] I said hurry up.
- [Matt] Hey, I don't
understand how you don't
remember anything
after the crash.
- Listen, accountant.
I only remember I couldn't
stop laughing, okay?
I was flying high.
Don't get upset about it.
[sighs]
- The hole in my hand.
- What's wrong with your hand?
- I had a cut, I had a
bad cut after the accident
when I got off the plane.
It's completely gone now.
It's disappeared.
- It's true.
Huh, me too.
[groans]
- God.
Voila!
- The scar I've had since
I was a kid, it's gone.
- What a pile of crap.
Hey, you.
- It's gone.
- Is um.
- How can this be?
- Is um the scar on my
ass still there, or?
- Oh drop it, Phil.
- Whatever.
[dramatic music]
[eerie music]
- You ready?
Get your stuff, let's go.
- I don't think it's
a good idea to leave
now that help's coming.
- The only thing
that matters now
is getting out of this
shithole as fast as possible.
I don't wanna stay a
moment longer here,
this place gives me the creeps.
- But we need to
stay by the plane.
The rescuers might--
- What fucking rescuers?
The pilot never
sent a mayday call.
Nobody knows we're here.
The sooner we get outta this
place, the better for everyone.
- How can he not have
sent the mayday call?
And what do you wanna
do with your pilot?
You wanna leave him there?
- You take me for a
fucking gravedigger?
It bothers you so much, why
don't you do it yourself?
It was that imbecile
that got us in this mess.
As far as I'm concerned,
the dogs can have him.
- Son of a bitch.
Why didn't he tell
us that sooner?
If we'd known that,
it'd be game changer.
We could've gone back
to the repeater--
- Listen, hun, you need to
calm yourself down, okay?
Like he just said,
there's no help coming.
Anyway, who elected
you group leader?
Who the fuck do
you think you are?
- Georgie, please,
try to stay calm.
- Stay calm, Ann?
Sure, that's easy
for you to say after
you dragged our asses
into this shithole.
- Oh, not that again.
Try to be less childish.
Forget about the repeater.
- Careful, Ann, if
it hadn't been--
- You're such an
insufferable egotist,
you can't think beyond
your own ambitions--
- God, enough already!
Jesus Christ!
- Phil's right,
will you calm down?
- You're all just
passing around blame
when we don't even know
what happened to Mike.
God!
You said you were gonna bring
him back and you didn't.
Something's happened to him.
I'm sure of it.
Fuck!
- Well, don't tell me, Phil.
I was against it from the start.
And it was stupid
to come here without
activating the SOS first.
- Oh, fuck off!
I've had enough of you.
Go to hell.
- Great.
Now go look for our
brilliant Mike on your own.
- All right, Georgie, time out.
Okay?
You're just starting to lose
your senses a little bit
but you can calm down.
All of us can calm down.
- Well, tell her that then.
- Hey, Wonder Woman, are
you stoned out of your mind?
Have you got any left for me?
- I'm not high.
You're the fucked up one.
You don't even
know where we are!
- Hey!
Fuck you!
- [Georgie] Bitch.
[birds squawking]
[eerie music]
[crows cawing]
[crickets chirping]
- What do you
think we should do?
- Hey, don't look at me, man.
I'm not the one
making decisions.
- Well your friend,
she's got the right idea.
I think we should
stick together.
- Okay, got it.
No rescue.
We'll head for a van and you
guys, you do whatever you want.
- [Matt] Georgie.
It's okay, we go with you too.
Right, Jack?
- Okay, but keep your friend
Mike well away from me
or I swear I'll cook him
up and have him for dinner.
[eerie music]
- Hey, you got a problem?
- No, why?
- So stop watching me.
- Oh, relax.
Just looking at your
cute little ass.
I know some customers that
would pay well for that shit.
Really, not bad at all.
- Keep your ears
open, all right?
Those idiots came down
here in a camper van.
When we get there we
need to ditch them.
- Then what?
- Well--
- Wait a minute.
What do you plan on doing?
- Steal it.
Go back when the
waters are calmer.
- Jesus Christ, come on.
- Just do what I say, okay?
Unless you want your
ex-wife's lawyer
to know what you
do for a living.
I'm sure you'll like sending
postcards to your daughters.
- Phil, slow down, wait for us.
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
Phil, I said stop!
[static buzzing]
Phil, stop!
Phil, I said stop!
- Hey, marathon man.
What's wrong with him?
[zapping]
- Phil!
[dramatic electronic music]
[sizzling]
- Jack, Jack, we need to go!
We need to go!
Let's go, Jack, let's go--
- Shut the fuck up, bitch!
[static buzzing]
- Do you hear it too?
- What?
The radio?
Off, damn it!
[dramatic music]
[radio buzzing]
- It's a barrier.
Georgie, come back.
It's a force field, right?
Georgie?
- That bastard tells
me he loves me.
- [Jack] The edge
of a force field?
Mind telling me what
you're going on about?
- Yeah, it's possible.
The interference
deactivated the repeater.
What do you reckon?
- I dunno.
Something we haven't seen yet.
[dramatic music]
[crickets chirping]
[radio buzzing]
- Come on.
Let's try somewhere else.
[buzzing]
- Enough.
We need to rest.
We've been walking for hours.
[crying]
- Hey, Matt.
Do you like music?
Later on let me
show you something.
- Now what do we do?
You saw that poor guy!
[laughing]
- Chocolate always
melts in the sun.
- Hey!
His name was Phil.
[light dramatic music]
What are you thinking about?
- Nothing, just
looking at the lake.
The epicenter of the
transmission generating
the force field is in that lake.
- Why don't we try
disrupting the transmitter
that's carrying the signal?
- Ann, you have to identify the
entity and its source first.
- And what are we
gonna do that with?
Our phones?
- How the hell
should I know, Ann?
- The ADF.
Yeah.
Yeah, the ADF, the ADF.
It's a rather outmoded
navigational tool
used on airplanes,
it's like a radio compass.
It tunes into a
broadcast station
and the station indicates
how to reach it.
Now, if we can probe
the frequency range,
if we can do that--
- Fuck.
That useless friend
of yours got lost
and dumped us in that damn lake.
- What the hell's that
got to do with us now?
- Don't you get it?
That's right, idiot.
The signal got lost
and left us to rot!
- Well why don't we
go back to the plane
and at least give it a go?
- Fuck that.
You wanna go, go.
I'm not going back
to that cesspool.
- Well you got a
better idea, then?
- Listen, smart-ass.
Just because you know
how to fly a plane,
don't start getting
fucking carried away.
And for your information, I'm
not going back to that wreck.
Got it?
- Hey, look!
- Fuck, let's follow them.
Maybe they'll lead us
in the right direction.
- Okay, let's try.
But carefully.
Let's go.
[light dramatic music]
[radio static buzzing]
Be careful, Jack.
- It's all right.
[sizzling]
[yelling]
Fuck!
What are you
fucking laughing at?
- Great.
Now what do we do?
- Listen, I don't feel
like going any further.
I say we go back to the
plane and give it a try.
We should figure
out the problem.
We don't know what or who
we're dealing with here.
[light eerie music]
- Fuck!
We can't get out of here.
[light dramatic music]
- Fuck, I can't find my stuff!
Have you got any for me?
- [hushes] They'll hear you,
I haven't got it.
- Well, I need it.
- I haven't got it, I told you.
Now you pay me for it, anyway.
- Come on.
In exchange I let you fuck me.
[chuckles]
- You let me fuck you?
I don't have to pay
to fuck my women.
They pay me when
I go with clients
and that includes you.
- Are you sure about that?
- Walk!
This is not the time, you idiot.
- [Alex] Asshole.
- [Georgie] Matt, you've
given up, haven't you?
What happened to you?
- You say that like
you used to know me.
What happened to me?
I dunno, the usual things.
Divorce, losing
custody of the kids,
and now, and now this.
Food, survival.
You know, it's complicated, but,
I don't even think I
wanna go home again.
It's not like there's
anybody there.
Waiting, wondering, why
the hell is it taking
so long for Matt to come home?
- [Georgie] What
kinda work do you do?
- Yeah, I'm an accountant.
I do Jack's accounting.
- God, I'm hungry.
What do we've got to eat in
this fucking shitty
lake of frogs?
- And you, what do you do?
- Fuck!
- I develop software
for a company
that makes satellite repeaters.
- That's interesting.
No, no, I mean that.
When I look at you I can tell
you love what you're doing.
- Beginning I did.
Then that all changed.
- Yeah, I can see that.
What brought you here?
To this prison?
You know, aside from us,
I think something else
landed in that lake.
[eerie music]
Jesus Christ.
[coughing]
- How can he be
that bad already?
[gagging]
- It's impossible after
such a short time.
- Yeah, around here time
is pretty much uncertain.
I mean, look at your hand.
- The fuck we
gonna do with that?
[coughing]
[door squeaking]
[grunting]
- You think it'll
sink like this?
- Don't worry,
I'm gonna undo it.
- My Jack, he can fix anything.
- Oh yeah, he's a
real expert, right?
Who knows how many times
he's done it before.
- What you looking at?
That's how you gotta do it.
[suspenseful music]
Well, come on.
Help me for once.
You're always off your tits.
[light dramatic music]
- That's the ADF instrument.
That was indicating the
direction, first of all,
and to get to the radio station.
At some point this
little bastard's
indicated direction changed.
That caused us to
veer off route.
Pilot, I dunno.
At some point he
was okay with it
and then he saw that we were,
time was passing and uh,
well, he veered off course
and we lost all our fuel.
He was a good guy.
Okay.
I hope I don't short
circuit everything.
I'm turning the power on.
You ready?
[whirring]
All right.
Okay.
For now I'm gonna turn
this ADF onto listen.
[radio buzzing]
[light dramatic music]
[giggling]
[deep exhaling]
- Did you ever think
of becoming a pilot?
- Yeah, actually I did.
And then I met Lucy, my ex-wife.
She didn't wanna hear
about me flying around
in the skies with a bunch
of flight attendants, so.
Anyway, she convinced
me to look for a job,
how should I say,
closer to ground?
So I was good at
math, so you know,
I became a certified accountant.
Yeah, whatever.
She clipped my wings, right?
[laughing]
- What's got you now?
- We're like two lovers
out on a little excursion,
in a boat, except
instead of there being
a picnic hamper, there's
a corpse covered in worms!
- You're always stoned.
- So?
Have you got any
hidden anywhere?
Come on, Jack,
show me the stuff.
[spits]
It's all your fault.
Now I'm even having an attack.
You're a shit.
You made me come to this
shithole without my stuff!
- Do me a favor, shut up.
- What I'm saying is,
is this really a place
to bring a woman to?
Huh?
Fuck off, shithead, I
want my fucking stuff.
Son of a bitch.
- I said shut it.
- Fucking ignorant gangster.
- Fucking whore!
Now shut the fuck up
or you'll be joining
our friend in the fucking water!
[dramatic music]
[buzzing]
- You find anything]
[hushes]
[water splashes]
[eerie music]
- That sounds like
a voice message.
Hey, what do you think?
What do you think?
[radio beeping]
- Your mind is me.
[groaning]
[screaming]
- Jack!
Oh!
- Oh my god, Jack!
- Help me, Jack!
- Get out of there!
Get out!
Hurry!
- Fuck!
- Get out of there!
- Jack!
- Jack!
Come on, Jack!
- [Alex] Help me, God!
Come on, Jack!
Jack!
- Hurry!
- Get me out of here!
Fuck!
- Come on!
- Jack!
- Hurry!
- Fuck!
- Keep going!
Come on, Jack!
Get out of there.
- Fuck!
Get me the fuck out of here!
- Come on!
- Get me out here.
Get me the fuck out of here!
[fire crackling]
- What is that dang force field?
It's deactivating, your mind
just means you're alive,
means your, means your alive.
Issues with Jack,
issues with Jack.
Your mind is mean,
your mind is mean.
Your mind is mean,
your mind is mean,
your mind is mean,
your mind is mean,
your mind is mean.
- Georgie.
Hey.
Georgie, you okay?
- We could be in the
middle of an experiment.
- Yeah, that's it.
They're using a weapon
to experiment on us.
[laughing]
Fucking great!
Come on!
Fucking come on!
If I get my hands on
you I'll fix your ass!
- Jack.
Jack!
Calm down.
- Calm down?
Calm down?
You calm down, asshole!
- Think about it, Georgie.
We're dealing with
a very powerful
electromagnetic force field.
- Yeah, that's right!
- Wait a minute.
If this is a
scientific experiment,
then they realize we're here,
so sooner or later they're gonna
come down and check on
us for Christ's sake.
- Great, genius.
And what the fuck
difference would that make?
What are we gonna
do in the meantime?
Sit here from dawn to
dusk eating fucking frogs?
- Georgie, we need to
get out of here fast.
- Sit down, dolly.
I've had the arm already.
I'm not having my
balls fried now.
- It's not an experiment.
I don't think it's
a weapon, either.
- Your head is fucked.
- The dogs, the birds.
They can go in and out.
It's just us and only us
that can't pass through.
The mechanism's more complex.
When Alexandria was attacked
in the middle of the lake
the force field stopped
for a few minutes.
That's the time to
pass through it.
[fire crackling]
[light music]
[dramatic music]
[soft moaning]
[chattering]
[light eerie music]
[door screeching]
- Where the hell do
you think you're going?
- There's something in that
lake that won't let us out.
Where were you
going on that plane?
- Okay.
It was a secret
flight, all right?
To avoid any security.
Jack closed a deal,
it was a shady deal,
and we were coming
home with the cash.
I don't even know where
the money comes from
'cause all I do is launder it.
'Cause I'm his accountant.
Oh shit, Georgie.
I got fired.
If I don't cut a check
to my wi, my ex-wife,
then I don't get to see my kids.
And they're all I got.
You understand that?
[eerie suspenseful music]
[soft whispering]
[warped talking]
[dramatic music]
[birds chirping]
[light eerie music]
[water splashing]
- [Ann] What have you
been doing all night?
I was looking for you.
- You were looking for me?
Why, Ann?
Are you afraid I'll
get away from you, Ann?
- [Ann] Why are you
looking at me like that?
- Like what, Ann?
Like what, Ann?
- [Ann] Georgie, stop it!
- Are you getting
turned on, Ann?
Do you want me to
touch you, Ann?
[gasping]
[moaning]
- Jack, wake up.
Jack, wake up!
- Where the fuck?
- Ann and Georgie,
they're not here.
Where'd they go?
- Who gives a damn?
It's exactly what we want.
- No, no, we gotta
go look for 'em.
- Are you crazy?
They're out of our hair now.
Get off your ass.
Time to get my money back.
- I mean, what do you
intend to do, Jack?
[sniffling]
[stomping]
- I know what it is
you're looking at.
There's something in that lake
you don't want us to know about.
And it's not earthly.
I'm not as stupid as
you think, Georgie.
And I also know that you've
found a way out of this,
like you always do.
But this time you
will not put me aside.
- Well, well, well, how moving.
It's a lesbian romance.
But before you start playing
with each other's tits,
where's my fucking money?
- Jack, come on, now.
- Shut it!
We're leaving here, but
not without my money!
- [Ann] And how're you getting
through the force field?
- I've got this!
I can get through
without pissing off
Tutan-fucking-khamun.
- Maybe they got an idea
- I said shut it, dickhead.
So come on, babe,
show me the money
or you're gonna be
my bitch tonight!
[dramatic music]
[thudding]
Dickhead!
- You're looking for this?
- You bitch!
[laughing]
What are you
fucking laughing at?
Fucking laugh at this!
- Jack, no!
[gun banging]
[dramatic music]
- [Jack] Fucking bitch.
Fuck!
[soft moaning]
Come back here, bitch.
Where the fuck do you
think you're going?
Fucking come back
here with my money!
[cackling]
You can run away with my
money, is that what you think?
Is that what you think, bitch?
Think you can run up
into the fucking woods
with my fucking money?
Is that what you think?
Is that what you think
you can do to me?
Well, let's fucking
find out, shall we?
Let's fucking find out!
I'll find you wherever you
are, you fucking whore!
Come on, babe.
You think you can do
this to me, do ya?
Come back here, you.
[radio buzzing]
[gun banging]
Hey, bitch!
[rattling]
Fuck.
[yelling]
[gun banging]
Come back here,
you fucking whore!
You can't fucking get away!
Fuck you!
[coughing]
[grunting]
[heavy breathing]
[yelling]
[funky music]
[thudding]
[panting]
- Jack!
Ann!
Jack!
Ann.
Ann!
- Jack.
Jack tried to kill me.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Wait a minute, wait wait.
Jack, where'd he go?
Tell me, tell me where
he is, what'd he do?
- I think he's dead on the
other side of the force field.
He tried to go through
with the damn bag!
- What the hell is going on?
[thudding]
[laughing]
[gasping]
[light dramatic music]
- [Georgie] What are
you doing to me, Ann?
[laughing]
- Look who's talking.
You'd have left me
to die in that lake
like that poor fucking whore
turning into fuck knows what.
But the process isn't
working, is it, Georgie?
Is it, Georgie?
Except for you.
Except for poor, psycho,
schizo little you.
It's that, isn't it?
It's letting you make
the link with them.
Take a good look at
yourself, Georgie.
Take a good look.
I am Ann.
And if I still know one
thing I know that I am not
gonna let you go through
with your crazy little plan.
Screw what's in your head.
Screw what's in the lake.
You are mine.
[grunting]
- Georgie.
[dark dramatic music]
[splashing]
Georgie!
Georgie, get away!
Go get her!
Hey!
Oh!
- With my fingers deactivating.
[warped talking]
- Who are you?
- [Georgie] Come with me, Ann.
Then I can do the rest.
And we can finally be together.
[dramatic music]
No one will ever
come between us.
- No one will ever
come between us.
[water splashing]
- Die, you bitch.
[yelling]
[groaning]
[laughing]
[suspenseful music]
- The damn repeater.
[gasping]
[screaming]
- [Matt] Georgie.
- No, not now, damn it.
[grunting]
[heavy breathing]
[screaming]
[splashing]
- Georgie, Georgie,
I activated it.
I activated it, I
reached the repeater
and activated the fucking SOS.
So they're gonna come.
Hey, hey.
They're gonna come,
all right, this time.
And they're gonna figure out how
to turn this fucking thing off.
We gotta go, we gotta meet
'em at the force field.
Georgie, we gotta.
What are you?
[warped talking]
[crickets chirping]
[yelling]
[panting]
What?
Where's the repeater?
[squishing]
[eerie music]
[light piano music]
[dark instrumental music]
[water rippling]
[warped breathing]
[dramatic music]
[dark dramatic music]
[banging on door]
- A moment, please.
Damn you.
- Were you sleeping?
- Jesus, what's going on here?
Sorry, I fell asleep.
- What the fuck is in this?
This coffee's shite.
- What's wrong with it?
- Why don't you taste it?
Seriously, you wanna poison me?
So, what did you end
up deciding in the end?
- I've accepted the assignment.
- Really?
You wanna go all
the way up there?
You really think
it's a good idea?
And your nightmare--
- Hey, I'm fine now, okay?
I just had a lot going on.
- Still.
I don't think it's a good idea.
If I were you, I'd
just take a break.
- I really wanna make some
life changes, don't you get it?
It's just a chance to step up
and get promoted, that's all.
Believe me.
I really wanna move out of here.
- Why?
What's wrong with this place?
- It's getting late, I
must head to the office.
[horns honking]
[light eerie music]
Hi, can you tell me
where I can find Ann?
Hey, wake up!
You seen her?
Okay, got it.
Where has she gone?
Tell her I'm looking for her.
- Okay.
- Tell her!
- Okay.
- Repeater's out of commission.
Could've been a
lightning strike.
- Nah man, it's the software.
- Yeah, I hope so, otherwise
we'll have to go back
and replace the
entire power line.
Still, better to be optimistic
when the going gets tough, eh?
Who designed the
software anyway?
- The Dynamic Group?
Dynamic Group.
- Dynamic shit.
Move your hand.
It'll be a right laugh
if we have to stay
out there for God
knows how long.
[mumbling]
[light eerie music]
- May I?
- What do you want, Robert?
I'm rather swamped.
- Ready to leave?
- Yeah, I'm just
collecting some things.
- As I mentioned,
you'll have to take
everything you need with
you to spend the night--
- There won't be
any need for that.
If it's what I think it is,
I'll just have to reinstall
the operating system
and realign the parables.
- The repeater shows
no signs of life,
you couldn't even
reach it online.
Listen, about us, are you sure--
- We already talked about that.
There's nothing more to add.
Close the door when you go.
Oh, there you are at last.
Do you mind telling
me where you were?
- I was downstairs.
What do you want?
Bye bye, Robert.
What was he doing
in your office?
Have you or have you not
broken it off with him?
- Of course.
He just has to come
to terms with it.
- Hey, it's good to
have you with us.
So, they make you and me
do the dirty jobs, huh?
- Hey, question.
What the hell is going on here?
Are we gonna have to stay
out of there all night?
I'm gonna fix the
damn repeater fast.
All right, boss?
- Shut up, Mike.
- Hey guys, look!
Woop!
- [Ann] Oh my god!
- This is for the mission.
Pure analog sound.
- What is that?
- Amigo, this is the
ultimate in cool.
- The ultimate in cool.
You're telling me that that
antique actually works?
[funky music]
- Oh my god!
[laughing]
[speaking foreign language]
- Hey.
- Oh, turn it down, will ya?
When that music was popular
you weren't even born yet.
Go.
- Well, I think it's great.
Where in the hell
did you find it?
[speaking foreign language]
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
This is awkward to start.
Turn that down!
- Seor.
- Turn it down!
What are you?
Get the hell out!
[light eerie music]
[upbeat funky music]
[dark dramatic music]
- Come on, man, give me
help with the unloading.
- [Mike] Come on, man.
Sick and tired of this already.
- We are gonna end
up getting lost.
- I'm not getting any coverage.
- Yeah, that'll be the repeater.
- [Phil] Hey, do you
guys have any saltines?
I ate too much sugary
crap on the way.
- [Mike] I swear,
when I get back
I'm demanding a fucking raise.
Jesus Christ, what a shitty job.
- Hey man, don't complain.
I make half your
salary and I gotta
bust my ass twice as hard.
- [Mike] Yeah, how
about giving it a rest.
- It's just that
I don't squander
my entire salary on video poker.
A serious lack of what's up.
- Mate.
You are getting on my nerves.
- Hey you.
Leave him alone,
he's just a kid.
- Kid?
Poor baby.
[eerie music]
[leaves crunching]
- Hey, Phil?
- Yeah?
- Take a photo of me?
- Why, why not?
- Come on.
- Smile.
Nice!
- Yeah, now let me you.
- Yeah, sure, take one of me.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Come on!
- Cool.
Hey, Georgie!
Nice!
[light suspenseful music]
- Hey guys, I think this
place is infested with elves.
[crow cawing]
[upbeat funky music]
- [Mike] For God sake!
How stupid are you?
When are you gonna
decide to grow up?
- I'm sorry, I didn't
do it on purpose!
- And wanting to bring a noisy
piece of junk
- What are you doing?
- With you in the first place?
Give me it!
- That's my radio,
you son of a bitch!
My radio!
[clanking]
You're a shit, mate.
Hey, come here.
This way!
[dramatic music]
- Differential's shot.
Must've been a lightning strike.
- How can you be
so sure of that?
[clicking]
[beeping]
You fucked it up.
There's no line.
[laughing]
- Great.
Great!
[dramatic music]
[beeping]
Speak to me, Georgie!
Um, where is you?
[eerie music]
Will you not, I don't
wanna be here a week.
- Don't worry, Mike.
Georgie's gonna
fix everything now.
[beeping]
- [Georgie] Why is
the SOS light on?
- Because it's under--
- Yeah, I don't think
she were asking you.
Because it's under the low
voltage auxiliary line.
- Don't look at me.
I'm not going up there.
You're the expert.
[engine rumbling]
- Son of a bitch.
It's crashed.
Hey, it's crashed.
- My god, are you sure?
- Can I get some
light here, please?
I can't see shite.
- Where did the plane end up?
- It crashed on the other side
of that hill, I'm sure of it.
- How can you say that?
You can't know that.
Maybe it's still flying.
- I definitely heard
the sound of the impact.
It wasn't loud, but--
- Oh, for Christ's
sake, man, speak up!
- Well, even if it wasn't
loud, it was recognizable.
I'm sure of it, it
definitely crashed.
- Mike's right.
- I said it crashed!
- In which case, what
are we doing here?
Let's move.
Somebody was onboard and we
don't even know if they're okay.
- Yeah, let's go take a look,
it might've been
carrying somebody.
- Don't even think about it,
we've got work to do here.
- Georgie, what are you saying?
A plane just crashed,
for Christ's sake!
- We need to go check it out.
- [Ann] Yeah, the
repeater can wait.
Come on, let's go.
[dark eerie music]
- Fucking door, open!
Get the door open,
get me outta here!
Get me outta here!
Get me the fuck outta here!
Get me out!
- [Mike] This way!
[woman crying]
Come on out!
- - [Matt] Open
the fucking door!
- Come out!
- Get me, get me the fuck out!
Now!
Now!
Get me out!
- [Mike] Christ's sake!
- [Ann] Come on, I'll
take you, come here.
Come here, it's okay.
[woman crying]
[muffled talking]
- [Mike] Hey!
Give me your hand!
[grunting]
- Everything okay?
Nothing broken?
- What?
Yeah, I'm all right.
I'm okay, I think I'm okay.
- You're in one piece?
Did the pilot manage
to send a mayday
call and give your position?
Hey, did you hear what I said?
- Yeah.
I think so.
- What a landing.
- Jack.
- We should've sent
the SOS from the repeater.
- Hey, guys.
Who gave a license to Red
Baron in the pilot seat?
- A repeater?
The hell you talking about?
- The repeater.
The one you were heading
for into this outer hill.
You missed it by half an inch.
- The pilot sent the mayday.
Someone will be here
soon, all right?
- Jack.
I wanna get out of here.
Jack, get me away from here.
- Georgie.
You're not going
anywhere with that.
- We set up a tent, we
wait for the rescuers.
- Great.
Now we have to play
the fucking Red Cross.
[crickets chirping]
[suspenseful music]
- [Phil] Oh, let go of my
hair, you son of a bitch.
- Get your finger out your
ass and those tents set up.
If you haven't noticed,
the poor woman's fainting.
- [Phil] Oh, you bastard.
What's wrong with you?
- Get a move on!
- [Phil] Okay, I'm doing it.
- What do you plan to do?
Are the rescuers coming or not?
- What do I plan to do, Ann?
Since you wanted so
badly to drag your ass
to the rescue, you
think of something.
And fast.
- Now what do you want?
- Your turn to play
guard dog, Philip.
- And what does a guard dog do?
- I'm sleeping along
in the tent tonight.
Got it?
You stay out here, and
you keep an eye on them.
And you keep the worms company.
Hey.
Charlie Lindbergh.
Here's your tent!
You're putting it up yourself.
So, three of you taking off.
Where were you headed?
- Listen, asshole.
No one asked you to help,
so mind your own business.
Got it?
[thudding]
- Hello, mate.
Did you know you've
got a really shit face,
[speaking foreign language].
Don't worry, I'll
put it up for you.
Take it easy, man.
- Mike, stop being a dick.
Do you understand me?
- I've...
Just kidding around.
[fire crackling]
[crickets chirping]
[eerie music]
[dramatic music]
[chiming music]
- Where are you?
Georgie!
Georgie!
And what happened to Mike?
He's disappeared.
What happened to you?
[crickets chirping]
- Hey, Alex.
You awake?
We're going to the plane
right now, so, see ya later.
- Where you going now?
- Well, Jack just wants
us to go to the plane
and take a look,
get a few things.
- Hey, Georgie, it's weird.
Mike's disappeared.
- Nothing, I couldn't find him.
[dramatic music]
- Hey, we're coming too.
We've gotta find Mike.
Mike!
- Oh, jeez.
Hey, you know what time it is?
- How the hell do I know?
You got the watch.
- [Ann] Mike?
- Hey, Phil.
You know what time it is?
What's it like, 1800?
- 1800?
I think your watch took a
bad hit in that landing.
It's 0900, amigo.
- Hey, what the
fuck are you doing?
- Easy guys, stop!
I said stop!
[yelling]
Hey, I said stop!
- Jesus!
Let go of me!
Let go!
- I said!
- You wanna fuck with me?
Come on, then!
- Come on, then!
- Hey, that's enough!
[thudding]
[thudding]
- Hey, let go of my beard!
[screaming]
[evil laughing]
[blowing]
You son of a bitch!
- Cool it, man.
- Get the fuck off me!
- Great, Mike.
You've really gone
and done it this time.
- Fuck you!
I don't trust these bastards.
- What the fuck do you
think you're doing?
Are you crazy?
- I wanted to make sure
there were no surprises.
I want an apology here and now.
- An apology, right?
You're joking, huh?
- We have a right to know
who it is we're dealing with.
- No, Mike, I'm
tired of your shit.
This time I'm writing you up.
- Well fuck you too, Georgie.
I'm leaving.
- Oh, that's what I've
been saying all day.
You idiot!
- [Mike] Oh, go to hell, Phil.
- I'm fine, I'm fine.
Oh, oh.
He's capable of leaving
us here, you know?
- Maybe you were a bit
too hard on him, Georgie.
You better go and get after him.
- [Georgie] Fine,
I'll go after him.
- Christ's sake, Jack,
will you get a grip?
- That bastard wanted
to fuck with me.
These idiots aren't
gonna disappear,
we need to create diversion.
- Yeah, but not by going and
losing our cool on everything.
- All right,
fucking ball buster.
- Oh fuck.
Fuck.
[dramatic music]
- Mike, wait.
I wasn't being serious earlier.
Come on, talk to me.
Mike!
Mike!
Mike!
[sniffling]
- That was a real heroic
effort on your part.
Two guys fighting, a
third guy jumps in--
- Fuck you want?
- How's your nose?
- Yeah, it's been
better before, thanks.
Fuck my nose.
What about your hand, huh?
[patting]
- It's taking too long.
I'm gonna go look for them.
You stay here and
look after the others.
- Ann.
Please, try and convince
him to come back.
I'm his assistant.
Should've gone
after him, you know?
- He's big enough to look
after himself, don't you think?
[chuckling]
- What a joke.
[sighs]
[light dramatic music]
- Mike!
Mike!
Mike!
[spooky music]
[footsteps thudding]
[warped yelling]
[crickets chirping]
- Phil.
Let's go check on Alex.
[dark spooky music]
- Georgie!
- Go away please.
I said go away and
leave me alone.
- Georgie.
What happened?
What did you see?
Tell me.
What's going on, where's Mike?
What did you see?
Tell me!
Georgie!
Georgie, Georgie, Georgie.
What's going on, where's Mike?
What's going on, where's Mike?
What's going on, where's Mike?
- So, what do you
do for a living?
- I'm an accountant.
- Hey, Matt, do you like music?
[heavy breathing]
- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah?
Then later on I'm gonna
show you something.
- Why not?
[eerie music]
- What?
What are you doing here?
I was waiting for
you at the plane.
- Georgie wanted to
keep looking for Mike.
Alone.
- Oh.
- Why are you touching me?
Get your hands off!
- Don't you remember?
Your tibia.
- Tibia?
- Your leg bone was
sticking out of your skin.
- Where am I?
I wanna get out of here.
Jack, I wanna get out of here!
- [hushes] You keep your
voice down, we're not alone.
- Whatever, have
you got my stuff?
I need to sniff or I'm
gonna have another crisis.
- In-fucking-credible.
[birds squawking]
- [Phil] Georgie?
[man yelling]
- [Ann] Save yourself, Georgie.
Georgie, well you won't die.
Georgie, oh Georgie.
Georgie.
- Come on, Georgie!
- [Ann] Georgie,
you can hear it.
- [Man] You can hear it!
- Stop it.
[muffled yelling]
Stop it!
Can't take it anymore.
Can't take this shit anymore.
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
Can't take this shit anymore.
[dramatic music]
- Georgie!
Jesus Christ, we
were scared shitless.
Where the hell
were you and Mike?
Did you, did you convince
him to come back?
- I think he wanted to
force us to follow him.
- What?
Why?
Mike is who he is, but he
wouldn't wanna get rid of us.
He left all his things here.
Something must've
happened to him.
- You can walk now?
We're going, hurry up.
- I'm fine, thanks for asking.
- [Jack] I said hurry up.
- [Matt] Hey, I don't
understand how you don't
remember anything
after the crash.
- Listen, accountant.
I only remember I couldn't
stop laughing, okay?
I was flying high.
Don't get upset about it.
[sighs]
- The hole in my hand.
- What's wrong with your hand?
- I had a cut, I had a
bad cut after the accident
when I got off the plane.
It's completely gone now.
It's disappeared.
- It's true.
Huh, me too.
[groans]
- God.
Voila!
- The scar I've had since
I was a kid, it's gone.
- What a pile of crap.
Hey, you.
- It's gone.
- Is um.
- How can this be?
- Is um the scar on my
ass still there, or?
- Oh drop it, Phil.
- Whatever.
[dramatic music]
[eerie music]
- You ready?
Get your stuff, let's go.
- I don't think it's
a good idea to leave
now that help's coming.
- The only thing
that matters now
is getting out of this
shithole as fast as possible.
I don't wanna stay a
moment longer here,
this place gives me the creeps.
- But we need to
stay by the plane.
The rescuers might--
- What fucking rescuers?
The pilot never
sent a mayday call.
Nobody knows we're here.
The sooner we get outta this
place, the better for everyone.
- How can he not have
sent the mayday call?
And what do you wanna
do with your pilot?
You wanna leave him there?
- You take me for a
fucking gravedigger?
It bothers you so much, why
don't you do it yourself?
It was that imbecile
that got us in this mess.
As far as I'm concerned,
the dogs can have him.
- Son of a bitch.
Why didn't he tell
us that sooner?
If we'd known that,
it'd be game changer.
We could've gone back
to the repeater--
- Listen, hun, you need to
calm yourself down, okay?
Like he just said,
there's no help coming.
Anyway, who elected
you group leader?
Who the fuck do
you think you are?
- Georgie, please,
try to stay calm.
- Stay calm, Ann?
Sure, that's easy
for you to say after
you dragged our asses
into this shithole.
- Oh, not that again.
Try to be less childish.
Forget about the repeater.
- Careful, Ann, if
it hadn't been--
- You're such an
insufferable egotist,
you can't think beyond
your own ambitions--
- God, enough already!
Jesus Christ!
- Phil's right,
will you calm down?
- You're all just
passing around blame
when we don't even know
what happened to Mike.
God!
You said you were gonna bring
him back and you didn't.
Something's happened to him.
I'm sure of it.
Fuck!
- Well, don't tell me, Phil.
I was against it from the start.
And it was stupid
to come here without
activating the SOS first.
- Oh, fuck off!
I've had enough of you.
Go to hell.
- Great.
Now go look for our
brilliant Mike on your own.
- All right, Georgie, time out.
Okay?
You're just starting to lose
your senses a little bit
but you can calm down.
All of us can calm down.
- Well, tell her that then.
- Hey, Wonder Woman, are
you stoned out of your mind?
Have you got any left for me?
- I'm not high.
You're the fucked up one.
You don't even
know where we are!
- Hey!
Fuck you!
- [Georgie] Bitch.
[birds squawking]
[eerie music]
[crows cawing]
[crickets chirping]
- What do you
think we should do?
- Hey, don't look at me, man.
I'm not the one
making decisions.
- Well your friend,
she's got the right idea.
I think we should
stick together.
- Okay, got it.
No rescue.
We'll head for a van and you
guys, you do whatever you want.
- [Matt] Georgie.
It's okay, we go with you too.
Right, Jack?
- Okay, but keep your friend
Mike well away from me
or I swear I'll cook him
up and have him for dinner.
[eerie music]
- Hey, you got a problem?
- No, why?
- So stop watching me.
- Oh, relax.
Just looking at your
cute little ass.
I know some customers that
would pay well for that shit.
Really, not bad at all.
- Keep your ears
open, all right?
Those idiots came down
here in a camper van.
When we get there we
need to ditch them.
- Then what?
- Well--
- Wait a minute.
What do you plan on doing?
- Steal it.
Go back when the
waters are calmer.
- Jesus Christ, come on.
- Just do what I say, okay?
Unless you want your
ex-wife's lawyer
to know what you
do for a living.
I'm sure you'll like sending
postcards to your daughters.
- Phil, slow down, wait for us.
[gasping]
[dramatic music]
Phil, I said stop!
[static buzzing]
Phil, stop!
Phil, I said stop!
- Hey, marathon man.
What's wrong with him?
[zapping]
- Phil!
[dramatic electronic music]
[sizzling]
- Jack, Jack, we need to go!
We need to go!
Let's go, Jack, let's go--
- Shut the fuck up, bitch!
[static buzzing]
- Do you hear it too?
- What?
The radio?
Off, damn it!
[dramatic music]
[radio buzzing]
- It's a barrier.
Georgie, come back.
It's a force field, right?
Georgie?
- That bastard tells
me he loves me.
- [Jack] The edge
of a force field?
Mind telling me what
you're going on about?
- Yeah, it's possible.
The interference
deactivated the repeater.
What do you reckon?
- I dunno.
Something we haven't seen yet.
[dramatic music]
[crickets chirping]
[radio buzzing]
- Come on.
Let's try somewhere else.
[buzzing]
- Enough.
We need to rest.
We've been walking for hours.
[crying]
- Hey, Matt.
Do you like music?
Later on let me
show you something.
- Now what do we do?
You saw that poor guy!
[laughing]
- Chocolate always
melts in the sun.
- Hey!
His name was Phil.
[light dramatic music]
What are you thinking about?
- Nothing, just
looking at the lake.
The epicenter of the
transmission generating
the force field is in that lake.
- Why don't we try
disrupting the transmitter
that's carrying the signal?
- Ann, you have to identify the
entity and its source first.
- And what are we
gonna do that with?
Our phones?
- How the hell
should I know, Ann?
- The ADF.
Yeah.
Yeah, the ADF, the ADF.
It's a rather outmoded
navigational tool
used on airplanes,
it's like a radio compass.
It tunes into a
broadcast station
and the station indicates
how to reach it.
Now, if we can probe
the frequency range,
if we can do that--
- Fuck.
That useless friend
of yours got lost
and dumped us in that damn lake.
- What the hell's that
got to do with us now?
- Don't you get it?
That's right, idiot.
The signal got lost
and left us to rot!
- Well why don't we
go back to the plane
and at least give it a go?
- Fuck that.
You wanna go, go.
I'm not going back
to that cesspool.
- Well you got a
better idea, then?
- Listen, smart-ass.
Just because you know
how to fly a plane,
don't start getting
fucking carried away.
And for your information, I'm
not going back to that wreck.
Got it?
- Hey, look!
- Fuck, let's follow them.
Maybe they'll lead us
in the right direction.
- Okay, let's try.
But carefully.
Let's go.
[light dramatic music]
[radio static buzzing]
Be careful, Jack.
- It's all right.
[sizzling]
[yelling]
Fuck!
What are you
fucking laughing at?
- Great.
Now what do we do?
- Listen, I don't feel
like going any further.
I say we go back to the
plane and give it a try.
We should figure
out the problem.
We don't know what or who
we're dealing with here.
[light eerie music]
- Fuck!
We can't get out of here.
[light dramatic music]
- Fuck, I can't find my stuff!
Have you got any for me?
- [hushes] They'll hear you,
I haven't got it.
- Well, I need it.
- I haven't got it, I told you.
Now you pay me for it, anyway.
- Come on.
In exchange I let you fuck me.
[chuckles]
- You let me fuck you?
I don't have to pay
to fuck my women.
They pay me when
I go with clients
and that includes you.
- Are you sure about that?
- Walk!
This is not the time, you idiot.
- [Alex] Asshole.
- [Georgie] Matt, you've
given up, haven't you?
What happened to you?
- You say that like
you used to know me.
What happened to me?
I dunno, the usual things.
Divorce, losing
custody of the kids,
and now, and now this.
Food, survival.
You know, it's complicated, but,
I don't even think I
wanna go home again.
It's not like there's
anybody there.
Waiting, wondering, why
the hell is it taking
so long for Matt to come home?
- [Georgie] What
kinda work do you do?
- Yeah, I'm an accountant.
I do Jack's accounting.
- God, I'm hungry.
What do we've got to eat in
this fucking shitty
lake of frogs?
- And you, what do you do?
- Fuck!
- I develop software
for a company
that makes satellite repeaters.
- That's interesting.
No, no, I mean that.
When I look at you I can tell
you love what you're doing.
- Beginning I did.
Then that all changed.
- Yeah, I can see that.
What brought you here?
To this prison?
You know, aside from us,
I think something else
landed in that lake.
[eerie music]
Jesus Christ.
[coughing]
- How can he be
that bad already?
[gagging]
- It's impossible after
such a short time.
- Yeah, around here time
is pretty much uncertain.
I mean, look at your hand.
- The fuck we
gonna do with that?
[coughing]
[door squeaking]
[grunting]
- You think it'll
sink like this?
- Don't worry,
I'm gonna undo it.
- My Jack, he can fix anything.
- Oh yeah, he's a
real expert, right?
Who knows how many times
he's done it before.
- What you looking at?
That's how you gotta do it.
[suspenseful music]
Well, come on.
Help me for once.
You're always off your tits.
[light dramatic music]
- That's the ADF instrument.
That was indicating the
direction, first of all,
and to get to the radio station.
At some point this
little bastard's
indicated direction changed.
That caused us to
veer off route.
Pilot, I dunno.
At some point he
was okay with it
and then he saw that we were,
time was passing and uh,
well, he veered off course
and we lost all our fuel.
He was a good guy.
Okay.
I hope I don't short
circuit everything.
I'm turning the power on.
You ready?
[whirring]
All right.
Okay.
For now I'm gonna turn
this ADF onto listen.
[radio buzzing]
[light dramatic music]
[giggling]
[deep exhaling]
- Did you ever think
of becoming a pilot?
- Yeah, actually I did.
And then I met Lucy, my ex-wife.
She didn't wanna hear
about me flying around
in the skies with a bunch
of flight attendants, so.
Anyway, she convinced
me to look for a job,
how should I say,
closer to ground?
So I was good at
math, so you know,
I became a certified accountant.
Yeah, whatever.
She clipped my wings, right?
[laughing]
- What's got you now?
- We're like two lovers
out on a little excursion,
in a boat, except
instead of there being
a picnic hamper, there's
a corpse covered in worms!
- You're always stoned.
- So?
Have you got any
hidden anywhere?
Come on, Jack,
show me the stuff.
[spits]
It's all your fault.
Now I'm even having an attack.
You're a shit.
You made me come to this
shithole without my stuff!
- Do me a favor, shut up.
- What I'm saying is,
is this really a place
to bring a woman to?
Huh?
Fuck off, shithead, I
want my fucking stuff.
Son of a bitch.
- I said shut it.
- Fucking ignorant gangster.
- Fucking whore!
Now shut the fuck up
or you'll be joining
our friend in the fucking water!
[dramatic music]
[buzzing]
- You find anything]
[hushes]
[water splashes]
[eerie music]
- That sounds like
a voice message.
Hey, what do you think?
What do you think?
[radio beeping]
- Your mind is me.
[groaning]
[screaming]
- Jack!
Oh!
- Oh my god, Jack!
- Help me, Jack!
- Get out of there!
Get out!
Hurry!
- Fuck!
- Get out of there!
- Jack!
- Jack!
Come on, Jack!
- [Alex] Help me, God!
Come on, Jack!
Jack!
- Hurry!
- Get me out of here!
Fuck!
- Come on!
- Jack!
- Hurry!
- Fuck!
- Keep going!
Come on, Jack!
Get out of there.
- Fuck!
Get me the fuck out of here!
- Come on!
- Get me out here.
Get me the fuck out of here!
[fire crackling]
- What is that dang force field?
It's deactivating, your mind
just means you're alive,
means your, means your alive.
Issues with Jack,
issues with Jack.
Your mind is mean,
your mind is mean.
Your mind is mean,
your mind is mean,
your mind is mean,
your mind is mean,
your mind is mean.
- Georgie.
Hey.
Georgie, you okay?
- We could be in the
middle of an experiment.
- Yeah, that's it.
They're using a weapon
to experiment on us.
[laughing]
Fucking great!
Come on!
Fucking come on!
If I get my hands on
you I'll fix your ass!
- Jack.
Jack!
Calm down.
- Calm down?
Calm down?
You calm down, asshole!
- Think about it, Georgie.
We're dealing with
a very powerful
electromagnetic force field.
- Yeah, that's right!
- Wait a minute.
If this is a
scientific experiment,
then they realize we're here,
so sooner or later they're gonna
come down and check on
us for Christ's sake.
- Great, genius.
And what the fuck
difference would that make?
What are we gonna
do in the meantime?
Sit here from dawn to
dusk eating fucking frogs?
- Georgie, we need to
get out of here fast.
- Sit down, dolly.
I've had the arm already.
I'm not having my
balls fried now.
- It's not an experiment.
I don't think it's
a weapon, either.
- Your head is fucked.
- The dogs, the birds.
They can go in and out.
It's just us and only us
that can't pass through.
The mechanism's more complex.
When Alexandria was attacked
in the middle of the lake
the force field stopped
for a few minutes.
That's the time to
pass through it.
[fire crackling]
[light music]
[dramatic music]
[soft moaning]
[chattering]
[light eerie music]
[door screeching]
- Where the hell do
you think you're going?
- There's something in that
lake that won't let us out.
Where were you
going on that plane?
- Okay.
It was a secret
flight, all right?
To avoid any security.
Jack closed a deal,
it was a shady deal,
and we were coming
home with the cash.
I don't even know where
the money comes from
'cause all I do is launder it.
'Cause I'm his accountant.
Oh shit, Georgie.
I got fired.
If I don't cut a check
to my wi, my ex-wife,
then I don't get to see my kids.
And they're all I got.
You understand that?
[eerie suspenseful music]
[soft whispering]
[warped talking]
[dramatic music]
[birds chirping]
[light eerie music]
[water splashing]
- [Ann] What have you
been doing all night?
I was looking for you.
- You were looking for me?
Why, Ann?
Are you afraid I'll
get away from you, Ann?
- [Ann] Why are you
looking at me like that?
- Like what, Ann?
Like what, Ann?
- [Ann] Georgie, stop it!
- Are you getting
turned on, Ann?
Do you want me to
touch you, Ann?
[gasping]
[moaning]
- Jack, wake up.
Jack, wake up!
- Where the fuck?
- Ann and Georgie,
they're not here.
Where'd they go?
- Who gives a damn?
It's exactly what we want.
- No, no, we gotta
go look for 'em.
- Are you crazy?
They're out of our hair now.
Get off your ass.
Time to get my money back.
- I mean, what do you
intend to do, Jack?
[sniffling]
[stomping]
- I know what it is
you're looking at.
There's something in that lake
you don't want us to know about.
And it's not earthly.
I'm not as stupid as
you think, Georgie.
And I also know that you've
found a way out of this,
like you always do.
But this time you
will not put me aside.
- Well, well, well, how moving.
It's a lesbian romance.
But before you start playing
with each other's tits,
where's my fucking money?
- Jack, come on, now.
- Shut it!
We're leaving here, but
not without my money!
- [Ann] And how're you getting
through the force field?
- I've got this!
I can get through
without pissing off
Tutan-fucking-khamun.
- Maybe they got an idea
- I said shut it, dickhead.
So come on, babe,
show me the money
or you're gonna be
my bitch tonight!
[dramatic music]
[thudding]
Dickhead!
- You're looking for this?
- You bitch!
[laughing]
What are you
fucking laughing at?
Fucking laugh at this!
- Jack, no!
[gun banging]
[dramatic music]
- [Jack] Fucking bitch.
Fuck!
[soft moaning]
Come back here, bitch.
Where the fuck do you
think you're going?
Fucking come back
here with my money!
[cackling]
You can run away with my
money, is that what you think?
Is that what you think, bitch?
Think you can run up
into the fucking woods
with my fucking money?
Is that what you think?
Is that what you think
you can do to me?
Well, let's fucking
find out, shall we?
Let's fucking find out!
I'll find you wherever you
are, you fucking whore!
Come on, babe.
You think you can do
this to me, do ya?
Come back here, you.
[radio buzzing]
[gun banging]
Hey, bitch!
[rattling]
Fuck.
[yelling]
[gun banging]
Come back here,
you fucking whore!
You can't fucking get away!
Fuck you!
[coughing]
[grunting]
[heavy breathing]
[yelling]
[funky music]
[thudding]
[panting]
- Jack!
Ann!
Jack!
Ann.
Ann!
- Jack.
Jack tried to kill me.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah.
- Wait a minute, wait wait.
Jack, where'd he go?
Tell me, tell me where
he is, what'd he do?
- I think he's dead on the
other side of the force field.
He tried to go through
with the damn bag!
- What the hell is going on?
[thudding]
[laughing]
[gasping]
[light dramatic music]
- [Georgie] What are
you doing to me, Ann?
[laughing]
- Look who's talking.
You'd have left me
to die in that lake
like that poor fucking whore
turning into fuck knows what.
But the process isn't
working, is it, Georgie?
Is it, Georgie?
Except for you.
Except for poor, psycho,
schizo little you.
It's that, isn't it?
It's letting you make
the link with them.
Take a good look at
yourself, Georgie.
Take a good look.
I am Ann.
And if I still know one
thing I know that I am not
gonna let you go through
with your crazy little plan.
Screw what's in your head.
Screw what's in the lake.
You are mine.
[grunting]
- Georgie.
[dark dramatic music]
[splashing]
Georgie!
Georgie, get away!
Go get her!
Hey!
Oh!
- With my fingers deactivating.
[warped talking]
- Who are you?
- [Georgie] Come with me, Ann.
Then I can do the rest.
And we can finally be together.
[dramatic music]
No one will ever
come between us.
- No one will ever
come between us.
[water splashing]
- Die, you bitch.
[yelling]
[groaning]
[laughing]
[suspenseful music]
- The damn repeater.
[gasping]
[screaming]
- [Matt] Georgie.
- No, not now, damn it.
[grunting]
[heavy breathing]
[screaming]
[splashing]
- Georgie, Georgie,
I activated it.
I activated it, I
reached the repeater
and activated the fucking SOS.
So they're gonna come.
Hey, hey.
They're gonna come,
all right, this time.
And they're gonna figure out how
to turn this fucking thing off.
We gotta go, we gotta meet
'em at the force field.
Georgie, we gotta.
What are you?
[warped talking]
[crickets chirping]
[yelling]
[panting]
What?
Where's the repeater?
[squishing]
[eerie music]
[light piano music]
[dark instrumental music]
[water rippling]
[warped breathing]