The Only Ones (2024) Movie Script
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(film wheel whirring)
(gentle music)
(liquid splatters)
(logo whooshes)
(sound wave whirs)
(distorted voice cackles)
(logo whooshing)
(crows caw)
(ominous music)
(birds chirping)
- [Narrator] Every
town has a dark secret,
a time when the stars align
and things go so horribly wrong
that a legend is born.
These dense forests
were once home
to prohibition
moonshiners and outlaws.
Law took some, and in 1931,
a still explosion
started a forest fire
that drove the rest away,
all except for one family.
Solitude and incest
drove them mad.
Their names, once uttered
only through hushed voices,
were eventually forgotten.
One day, the family bore a child
so large and misshapen
that the birth tore
its mother in half.
(mother faintly wailing)
To his father, the child
was an abomination,
and in his grief, threw the
baby into the woods to die.
It was then,
according to folklore,
that a witch took
the baby for her own.
Her womb ancient and barren,
the child suckled poison from
her teat and grew strong.
(figure grunting)
Now, he guards these woods,
a shadow known to
locals as Boneface.
(eerie music)
(animals distantly chittering)
(liquid squelches)
Of those who step foot in
these woods, few return.
(tense music)
(hiker screams)
(flesh squelches)
(Boneface grunts)
(ominous music)
For those poor souls,
the legacy of these woods
is written in blood.
(eerie music)
(Boneface panting)
- Oh!
(hunter gasps)
(hunter screams)
(flesh squelches)
(hunter groaning)
(gunshot bangs)
(owl hooting)
- [Unlucky Girl] Come on!
- Where are we going?
- [Unlucky Girl] My lucky tree.
(ominous music)
- So, what makes it so lucky?
- Let's find out.
(tense music)
(unlucky girl screams)
(flesh squelches)
(Boneface panting)
(eerie music)
- [Hiker] Chad!
Where are you?
Whatever. I guess I'm just
out here all by myself.
(branch cracks)
Chad?
(foreboding music)
(Boneface panting)
(girlfriend screams)
- [Nicky] Jesus Christ, Zach.
Is this story going anywhere?
(car rumbles)
- Actually, yeah, Nicky.
It was, if you had
a little patience.
- Yeah, man. Have
a little patience.
- Next time, I'm
picking the group trip.
I don't know how I let
you all convince me
that some old house in the
woods would be relaxing,
and Zach, you're not helping.
- Well, I'm helping
color your experience.
- This the kind of shit you
talk about on your podcast?
- Okay. People love
hearing about murder.
- How many people listen
to your show exactly?
- Yeah. What kind of audience
are we talking about here?
- Isn't my girlfriend
supposed to be on my side?
- Well, if I'm going to be
a documentary filmmaker,
I need to be objective.
- Give me a break.
- I think it's cool.
- Valarie thinks anything
where people is die.
- That's because dying is cool.
- See, dying is cool.
Death is the ultimate shared
human experience, right?
The great cosmic inevitability,
and if we try to
resist inevitability,
then we could all end up going
crazy and killing each other.
Thank you.
- We don't want
that, now, would we?
- It's a natural curiosity
is all I'm saying, okay?
One day, sooner or later,
we all gotta ride the hansom,
and if we invited
Greg, like I suggested,
he would back me up right now.
- We didn't invite
him for a reason.
- Greg? Who's Greg?
- His podcast cohost,
and he makes Zach here
look like the poster
child for normality.
- Oh, please. Okay, Greg
is an actual genius.
- [Jude] Yeah, sure.
- All right, can anybody else
say that about themselves?
- The man can barely function.
He's something, all right.
I don't think genius is it.
- People can be more
than one thing, you know.
- Oh, you mean like an
idiot and a bullshitter?
(group sardonically chuckles)
- I have a master's degree.
It's literally impossible
for me to be an idiot.
- Oh.
- Eh.
- Notice he didn't deny
being a bullshitter.
- Fuck you guys.
- [Radio] Man's best friend.
(group chuckles)
(lively rock music)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I surrender to
you, I give in
This world's a
playground, baby
If we just pretend
You say you love me
Will you love me to the end
Do you wanna play
Do you wanna stay
Oh, honey, my sweet honey
You know, you know I
love you from my heart
Oh, cross my heart
Oh, hope to die
Oh, hope to die
You say you love me
Will you, will
you love me like I
Love me
This world's a playground
and we just pretend
This world's a playground
Come to hell
(birds faintly chirping)
(traffic rumbling)
(van squeaks)
- One minute!
- 40 of unleaded, please.
- [Attendant] Sure thing.
- Well, here's the point where
he tells us we're all doomed.
- What?
- Where are you folks headed?
- Oh, my uncle's old
place up on the hill.
- Here it comes.
- That's good. I hope
you have a nice time.
- Fuck. Excuse me!
Hang on.
Is there anything we should
know about this mountain?
(ominous music)
- No. It's beautiful
this time of year.
- Yeah. It really is.
- No, no. I'm sorry.
I mean, anything you
should warn us about
as a group of young people
going into the
remote woods alone?
- Well, let's see.
Vern, can you think of anything
we should be warning
these young folks about?
- What?
- I said is there something
we should be warning
these fine folks about?
(ominous music)
- Rain.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
What do you mean rain?
(Vern spits)
- It's coming.
- Y'all got an umbrella?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We have an umbrella.
- Then you should be fine then.
- I think we're good.
Sorry about my friend.
He was hit in the
head with a swing set
when he was a kid, so.
- [Zach] Hey.
(Nicky chuckles)
(foreboding music)
(chain clanks)
- I think we might be
trespassing, if anyone cares.
- Oh, no, that's my
uncle's old sign.
This is the start
of his property.
- Huh. Seems like something
that'd be kind of important.
- Yeah, I mean,
the guy had cancer.
He probably had some
other stuff on his mind.
- Okay. Just saying.
- You guys didn't have
to come, you know.
I mean, Jude and I could handle
all my uncle's old
appraisal shit on our own.
- Damn right.
Half the reason I signed up
for this was for the seclusion,
so how about nobody fucks
that up for me, please?
- Calm down, boys.
- Well, if we're all
on the same page,
I should probably
let you guys know
this is the last chance
to use your phones.
- What?
- Oh, whoa, whoa.
What does that mean?
- There's no signal up here.
- How the fuck is that even
possible in this day and age?
- I mean, this whole
side of the mountain
is private property.
It's a bunch of old-timers
that never let the phone
companies build any towers.
Get your last licks,
ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to no man's land.
- [Radio] And you can trust
me 'cause I'm the dog man,
and the dog does not lie.
Ow, ow!
Talking weather, we're keeping
an eye on this nor'easter,
still hoping this
storm blows on past us
so things can stay
bright and beautiful.
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(van doors creaking)
(Nicky chuckles)
- [Nicky] All right,
grab your bags.
We're walking from here.
- What do you mean
we're walking from here?
- This is a dead end.
There's no road for cars.
- Fuck, man. This just keeps
getting better and better.
Couldn't have just warned us?
- About a little walk,
bro? Come on, man.
Somebody's gotta get you
out your comfort
zone sooner or later.
Hey, look, think of
it as an adventure.
Grab the important
stuff. Let's go, Jude.
We're home!
- So, beer then?
- Yeah, definitely beer.
(solemn music)
(birds chirping)
(crickets chirping)
- [Jude] Fuck, man. There's,
like, shit everywhere.
Didn't your uncle ever
throw anything away?
- That's what we're
here to figure out.
Hey, man, wait a minute.
(bird cawing)
(Sarah softly chuckles)
- It's so beautiful up here.
- Now, I didn't think you
were the outdoorsy type.
- You know, I didn't either,
but I might be coming around.
- Hmm.
- You sure you wanna be up here
with me and my weird friends
instead of at your parents'
pool for the weekend?
- Hell yeah. This is better.
You know I like a little nature.
- Yeah, 'cause there's
no people in nature.
(Valarie sarcastically laughs)
Listen, I love that
you came up here,
but I hate the idea that you
did it just to make me happy
and that you would
rather be, I don't know,
somewhere else,
doing something else.
- Hey, hey, hey.
I'm glad I came.
- You sure?
- Best decision I ever made.
Come here.
(crickets chirping)
(somber music)
- Hey, Jude.
Jude.
Hey, Jude.
(ominous music)
Jude?
(suspenseful music)
(Jude shrieks)
- Man, don't fucking point that
thing at me. What the fuck?
- Relax, dude. This
thing's fucking ancient.
- Your uncle's got a whole
bunch of cool shit in here, man.
Put it back.
You got plenty of time to
mess up everything later.
- Okay.
- Can we get in the
house first? Sure
- [Jude] Sure. Geez.
- [Valarie] I have
something for you.
- You know I don't like knives.
- This is as
harmless as they get.
They give these to Girl Scouts.
Listen, my dad
gave me this knife
on one of our camping trips,
and now I'm giving it to you.
- You're giving me a gift?
- Don't make it weird.
Yeah, it's a gift.
It's just a little
something to say, you know,
that I love you, I guess.
(gentle music)
- Thanks.
- Is that okay?
- Yeah. More than okay.
Now, even most Girl
Scouts are more prepared
than city girls like you,
so be careful with
that thing, right?
(Sarah sarcastically laughs)
- Ah, you're so funny.
- I'm so funny.
- You wait and see. I could
get into this nature thing.
- Oh, yeah, girl.
You are like lady
Bear Grylls up here,
but listen, before you say that,
let's go see what this shit
heap looks like on the inside.
- Yeah.
- All right, come on.
Come on.
(door creaks)
(doorknob clicks)
- Your uncle stop
locking his door too?
- It's been a while
since he died,
so maybe someone just
forgot to lock it.
- What's going on?
- Let's check the place out
before we start with
the festivities.
- Yeah, yeah. No, agreed, yeah.
- One sec.
(Nicky scoffs)
- Oh, are you serious?
What the fuck is that?
- What the fuck
does it look like?
Relax, okay? It's
just for protection.
- Hey, what is it with
you and weapons, man?
- I'll be careful, all right?
Let's just check the place out,
and then it goes
away, I promise.
(somber music)
Come on.
- Let's go.
Hey, don't get stupid and
shoot me with that thing.
- I know.
- I'm serious.
- I know.
(somber music continues)
(eerie music)
Nicky, get in here!
I said shut the fuck up!
(stranger screams)
- And I said get
that fucking gun
out of my face!
- You're not in the position
to be making any
fucking demands, pal!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What's happening here?
- These people broke into your
fucking uncle's house, man.
That's what's happening.
- No, that's not true.
- This fucking psychopath
bust in here and started-
- You wanna see a
psychopath, huh?
- Don't you point
that thing at her!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, Jude, will you
put that thing down
for one fucking second?
Who the fuck are you two
and what the hell are
you doing in this house?
- I don't have to
explain myself to you.
- Okay.
- Yeah, you do.
- Actually, you do, asshole.
This is my family's house.
- Oh, yeah? Well, why
don't you prove that?
- James, stop, please!
We were just camping
here for the night.
We've been hiking and
thought it was empty,
and we thought it was abandoned!
- No, stop! We don't
need to tell them shit!
They're the one
waving the gun around!
- Waiting for you to give me
a good fucking
reason, dick hole.
- Jude, will you
stop? Jude, stop!
- Please just let
us grab our stuff.
We won't break or
steal anything.
Please. We were just
spending the night.
- Get your shit and get out.
- Fuck, man.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
he does see reason.
- I said go.
- Don't come back.
See? Aren't you glad I
had the gun now, dude?
- No. That would've been
way better without the gun.
- Are you kidding me?
Nicky!
(crickets chirping)
- You know, you were
kind of heroic in there.
- I don't feel very heroic.
I feel like a guy
who just had a gun
jammed in his face.
One moment.
- What is it now?
- [James] Just give me a second.
- What do you
think you're doing?
Stop it! Let's just go!
- Hang on a minute.
- James, please.
This isn't like you.
- Isn't that the point
of this whole trip,
to try to be a
little less like me?
- You know that is not what
Dr. Harper meant, so just stop.
Don't do something crazy.
Haven't we had enough
of that for one day?
- I'm just trying to get
in touch with the inner me.
That's all.
Maybe someone who doesn't
let people walk all over him
and point guns at
their wife's face!
So, sorry if that
makes me crazy,
but right now, I'm
okay with that.
So I'm going to do something
that the normal
me would never do.
(somber music)
(James grunts)
And I'm gonna feel
great doing it.
(tire hissing)
(Nicky sighs)
- All right, so I checked
the rest of the house.
No more squatters, not so
much as a fucking raccoon,
and to make things even better,
Jude has agreed not to ever
take his gun out ever again.
So maybe we can all
calm down a little bit
and start to enjoy ourselves.
What do y'all say?
- About time.
- Uh, yeah, question.
What if those people
come back here?
- There's no way
they're coming back.
- Yeah. No fucking way.
(beer can clicks)
(peaceful music)
(fire crackling)
(crickets chirping)
- So, Nicky, what
made your uncle
decide to live all the way
up here like a hermit anyway?
- No, no, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, let me guess.
I am good at this.
- Here we go.
- Shut up.
He witnessed a mob hit
and he had to live out
here to stay off the radar.
(group lightly chuckles)
- He just liked being
away from people, I guess.
You know, he liked
the peace and quiet,
and everything with my parents
is always so high pressure.
You know, sports, school, work.
Honestly, I started
to feel like,
if I failed at any one thing,
I was gonna just snap like
a rubber band, you know?
But I couldn't even
let that happen,
'cause even that
would be a failure,
and everything was
always about the future.
I think that's why
I liked my uncle.
He was only ever interested in
what was happening right
there and then in the moment.
He never really gave a
shit about much else,
which is something
I could never do,
so I would come up here
as often as I could.
You know, a long
weekend, half a summer,
if I really busted my
ass, whatever I could get,
and then I would just
count down the days
so I could come up here
and just do nothing.
You know, bringing you all
up here, I kind of figured
it would be like one
last hurrah, you know?
Give the place a
proper send-off.
- I'll drink to that.
- Same here.
- Yeah.
- Man, I would've loved having
a place like this growing up.
- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, fuck yeah.
I mean, we had the Boys and
Girls Club after school.
Loads of fun for a skinny,
queer little tomboy.
I was Planet fucking X, man.
They didn't know
what to do with me.
So they did what kids
do. They made up names.
- Kids suck.
Always have, always will.
- I mean, kids will find
anything to mess with you about.
Listen, they made fun of me
because I liked spending
summers up here.
They called me Nicky Sticks
'cause of where I like to be.
- I got called a lot worse
things than Nicky Sticks.
Care to hear a few?
- I'll pass.
(group softly chuckles)
- I would've thought that
you were Mr. Popular.
- I mean, I played sports,
but I mostly just hung
out with this loser.
- Nobody else would
hang out with me
unless I was selling 'em weed.
- These two were inseparable.
- Two against the world, man.
- You know it.
- Well, I am glad to hear
I wasn't the only
loser with no friends.
- And I am glad that
we are all here now.
So, speaking for the group,
thanks, Nicky, for
inviting us up here.
- Cheers.
- Nah, honestly, I should
be thanking you guys.
If y'all hadn't agreed to come,
I'd have been stuck up here
with Jude's goofy
ass the whole time.
(Jude sarcastically laughs)
- What a fucking tragedy
that would've been.
For me, I mean.
Seriously, man,
it's nice out here.
There's no distractions,
no cell phones.
It's the perfect opportunity
for me to experience nature.
(Jude laughs)
- Whoa, whoa. Motherfucker,
are those mushrooms?
- Yeah. This is 90% of the
reason I agreed to come up here.
- Oh, yeah?
Can I have some?
Jude, I'm just asking questions.
- Here.
- Yes!
- Don't say I never
did nothing for you.
That's all I'm giving out, okay?
So nobody else come to ask.
- [Casey] Have fun, babe,
but I get to film it.
- All right.
(Casey chuckles)
- Hey, what are you
always filming anyway?
- I'm just following
this kid around.
The American dream of individual
greatness evolved into
an entire generation's
presumed right to stardom.
Man or monster? Starving
artist or future influencer?
A journey that could
lead to greatness
or into the darkness
of the human soul.
- Why are you like this?
- I'm just saying.
Sometimes the
making of the movie
is better than the movie itself.
I mean, look at "The
Island of Doctor Moreau."
- You're "Doctor Moreau"-ing me?
- Hey!
Calm down, man.
Eat the mushrooms.
(foreboding music)
- Help me.
- No.
- Help me.
- Come on.
Come on, space cowboy.
- [Sarah] We're turning in.
- Ah, all right. Good night.
- [Valarie] See you
assholes tomorrow.
- How about it,
man? You coming in?
- No, no way.
I am perfectly fine right here.
- Okay. All right.
Well, I will see you on
the other side, brother.
Hey, try not to fall
in the fire, all right?
- Don't tell me what to do.
(Jude giggles)
(foreboding music continues)
- [Sarah] I'm saying, who brings
drugs to a camping weekend
and doesn't bring enough
to share with everyone?
Oh, yeah.
- Hey, I'm turning
in. Everybody good?
- I'm gonna stay up and
trip-sit this guy for a while.
(Zach giggling)
- [Nicky] Sounds good.
Night, everybody.
(Casey chuckles)
- Uh, we're gonna turn in too.
See you guys tomorrow.
- Oh, no, no, no. No,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
One more drink. Come on.
Come on. One more drink.
One more drink. Come on.
Here, here, here, here. Please?
One more?
- Maybe just one more.
- Yes! Yes!
Um, okay.
Why don't we
toast this nightcap to the
tortured spirit of these woods
so as not to become
its next meal?
(Zach ominously cackles)
(Valarie chuckles)
- Man, you never
turn it off, do you?
- What?
- The radio talk
show host thing.
- Podcast.
- Whatever.
- You telling me you
don't like podcasts?
- It's just another way for
people to rattle on about
shit they don't know
anything about, sorry.
- Come on.
You like true crime and
murder and all that shit
more than probably
anybody I've ever met,
so just 'cause
you're an outcast,
you think that makes
you too cool for school?
If anything, I mean,
let's be real here,
you're a podcaster's
target market.
(somber music)
- Hm.
(can clinks)
I will never ever
be your target market.
- Mhm.
Okay.
- [Sarah] Thanks
for the drink, Zach.
- Hey, I'm sorry.
You fucking kidding me?
Will you put that away?
- Yep. Sorry.
(Valarie sighs)
- Oh, shit, it's
actually comfortable.
- You know, Zach is a nice guy.
You could go a
little easier on him.
(Valarie sardonically chuckles)
- Come on. He's so weird.
- Since when do you sit
on the side of judgment
with the normals?
(Valarie angrily screams)
- I'm sorry.
I am.
The kid just kind of annoys me.
- Well, he's been my
friend a long time.
He was the first
person I came out to
and he didn't judge me
or treat me like a freak.
He was just my friend, so
please try to be nice.
- Yeah, I'll try.
- Do or do not.
There is no try.
- No, don't you do fucking
Yoda with me right now.
You know that makes me crazy!
(both chuckle)
Oh, I love you.
What?
(ominous music)
(fire crackling)
(crickets chirping)
- [Ghostly Voice]
Jude, into the forest.
Into the forest.
It's time to come.
- Whoa.
The trees are talking to me.
- [Ghostly Voice] Jude,
come into the forest.
- What's up, trees?
- [Ghostly Voice] Come, Jude.
Forest.
(Jude giggling)
(Valarie sighs)
- I...
I want to say it back.
(solemn music)
I really do.
- So just say it.
I've never told anyone
that, not since I was a kid.
- Really? Never?
- Never.
- It's okay.
There is plenty
that I haven't done,
like take a girl home to meet
my parents, for instance.
- That's why you
wanted to come out here
instead of going with them.
- No, no, no.
Just a little.
I don't know how
they're gonna react,
and there's so much shit
between me and them,
but, but, but
I am willing to take
that chance with you,
and maybe you'll be willing
to take one with me?
(solemn music continues)
- You wanna know
why I don't say it?
- Yeah.
- Because love is a trap.
It's a con artist word used
to catch wounded animals.
When I was a kid, my
parents fought constantly.
You couldn't get away from it.
I asked them one time why they
didn't just get a divorce,
and you know what they said?
They said they couldn't
because they loved me.
Love, like it was
some great fever.
One night, it got really bad,
and my dad asked me
to take out the trash.
He did that sometimes so
they could yell extra loud,
so I did.
I took the bags out
to the big green bins
outside, like always.
That's when I heard
the first shot
inside the house.
I started to run back when
I heard the second shot.
I froze.
I must have stood there
for five minutes straight,
just staring at my front
door, terrified to go inside.
Eventually, I did
and I found them.
My dad had killed my mom
and then himself.
The last thing my dad said
to me was that he loved me.
I went to live with
my aunt in a new town.
That's where I met
everyone here, actually.
The only good to
come of that mess.
In junior high. I
realized I was gay,
and when my aunt
found out about that,
it was church night and day,
trying her hardest
to pray the gay away.
The worst of any of it, though,
was that she said she did
it because she loved me,
and maybe,
if we prayed hard enough,
God would love me too.
So, no, I've never, never
said those words to anyone,
and I'm not even
sure I know how.
- It's okay.
I knew something happened
to you as a kid, but
I had no idea.
(solemn music continues)
It's okay.
Come here.
Come on.
(Valarie sighs)
My love is not a trap
and you are no wounded animal.
You are the strongest
person I have ever met.
Just let me say it to you
and mean it,
and you don't have to say
anything at all, okay?
- [Sarah] Okay.
(solemn music continues)
(Valarie sighs)
(Zach softly sighs)
- So,
what's the documentary
gonna be anyway?
- I don't know what
kind of movie it is yet.
I'm just gonna film
and see where it goes.
- It's about me though, right?
- Yeah. You're the star, baby.
- Well, doesn't it depend
on how you make me look?
- I'm just pointing the camera.
There are no secrets
from the all-seeing eye.
(Zach softly scoffs)
- You don't think
I have secrets?
- No. That's what
I love about you.
You're an open book.
That's what makes you a
good podcast host too.
- You think everything I do
is just some kind of
big joke, don't you?
You know, sometimes I
feel like you hope I fail
'cause it'll make a
better movie for you.
- That's how you really feel?
- I don't know.
Sometimes.
- Okay, if that's
how you really feel,
then go ahead and say it one
more time for the camera.
- Man, fuck this.
(foreboding music)
- Shit.
- [Ghostly Voice]
Come here. Come, Jude.
(ghostly voices
indistinctly whispering)
- Any of you trees
hear that noise too?
- [Ghostly Voice] Come closer.
Closer, Jude. Come.
- Fuck.
- [Ghostly Voice] Closer. Come.
(ghostly voices
indistinctly whispering)
(crickets chirping)
(somber music)
(Zach scoffs)
- An open book.
(Zach sighs)
Man, fuck me.
(somber music continues)
(door creaks)
- [Sarah] Hey.
- Oh, hey.
- Couldn't sleep either?
- I guess not.
Since when do you smoke?
- I quit.
- Okay.
(Zach weakly chuckles)
Uh, can you spare one?
Thanks.
(ghostly voices
indistinctly whispering)
(tense music)
(intense music)
(gunshot bangs)
- What the fuck was that?
- I don't know.
(foreboding music)
- Did you guys hear
that? It sounded close.
(Ryder wheezing)
(Ryder coughs)
- Oh, shit.
(Ryder coughs)
Oh, shit.
- What the fuck did you do?
- It was an accident.
- What the fuck did you do?
- I didn't know it was her!
(James screams)
- You're dead, motherfucker!
Dead!
(Jude grunting)
(flesh squelches)
(tense music)
(Jude wheezes)
(crickets chirping)
(fire crackling)
(Ryder groans)
- Shh, shh, shh.
Try not to talk.
(Ryder wheezing)
Don't try to talk.
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(James gasps)
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
(James softly panting)
(crickets chirping)
(door creaks)
- [Nicky] Hey, guys, what
the hell is going on?
- It was definitely a
gunshot. We just heard it.
- Where's Jude?
- Nobody's seen him.
- How long since
you heard the shot?
- Just a few minutes ago.
- He's probably just out there,
fucking around, you know?
I just hope he hasn't
shot himself in the foot.
(group weakly chuckles)
- So, what, do we
go looking for him?
- God damn it.
- Uh, I'll get some flashlights.
- Yeah, yeah, thanks.
- [Zach] Right.
- I shouldn't have let him
trip out there by himself.
(door slams)
Some of us should stay back
in case he comes
back to the house.
The rest of you
should come with me
once Zach gets back
with the flashlights.
We'll find him.
(tense music)
(Sarah gasps)
- Looks like I found you first.
- [Nicky] Hey, hey, man.
- Back the fuck up.
I don't know who you people
are and I don't give a shit.
You come after me
and you fucking
come after my wife!
This time, I've got the gun
and you're gonna listen to me.
This was supposed to be
a therapeutic weekend.
This was supposed to be
something that we could control.
I was supposed to
feel empowered.
Dr. Harper doesn't
fucking know shit!
- Who?
- Shut up!
I am tired of being the victim!
(eerie music)
Are you filming
this, you sick fuck?
Oh, that's fucking it!
(group gasps)
(flesh squelches)
(ominous music)
(Sarah softly gasps)
- Fuck.
Way to fucking go, man.
- I just saw him
point the gun at you
and I just kind of lost control.
- I told you documentaries
are always better.
(somber music)
(Zach shakily panting)
- So are we just
gonna sit around,
staring at this asshole's
dead body all night?
- Look, let's just cover
him for now, all right?
It's late and we still don't
know what happened to Jude.
- I think it's pretty obvious
what happened to Jude.
That gunshot was probably this
fucker getting his payback!
- What was he saying
about his wife?
- I don't fucking know!
I don't know, but he was
talking crazy, right?
He probably killed her himself.
- Go and piss the wrong
guy off in the woods
and you are done for, man.
That's like scary
movie rule number one.
- All right, stop it, okay?
Now, Jude could be
perfectly fine right now,
but we're not going
running around out there
in the woods any more tonight.
We stay together until
first light at least.
- I think we should go now.
- No. These back roads are
tough enough when you're sober.
I don't think we should risk it.
Get some sleep and
then head out there
first thing in the morning
when we can actually
see out there.
- What about that?
- I mean, you know
how to shoot, right?
- Yeah, a little.
I just don't want
that thing is all.
(ominous music)
- Okay.
All right. Look, I'll
hold onto it for now.
- You know how to shoot it?
- It seems pretty
simple. I think I got it.
- All right.
Let's get some sleep
and then we go.
(eerie music)
(solemn music)
(crickets chirping)
(bird caws)
- Oh, no, no, no! Fuck!
- [Sarah] What?
What is it now?
- They're slashed, all four.
- [Zach] Jesus, fuck.
- We're not getting
anywhere. Not like this.
- Just drive on the
fucking flats, man.
- If the road was paved,
maybe, but not in this shit.
- Shit.
What are you doing?
- I'm texting my friend
for help, all right?
He'll know what to do.
The phones don't work
out here. Remember?
- It's worth a shot, all right?
- No, it's not!
No one has had a bar of
signal since we got here!
- It literally doesn't hurt
anything for me to try, okay?
- Who are you trying?
- Greg.
- The podcast guy?
- Yeah, the podcast guy!
- Jesus, Zach.
- What? I mean, he'd
know what to do, okay?
He could track our phones,
get the fucking
cops out here, and-
- Track our phones?
- Listen, I'm not
sleeping in that house
with a dead body, okay?
Can we please at least
do something about that?
- All right, you can
help me move him to
the back shed for now.
- Why me?
- Because you brought it up
and you're the one that put
the ax in his head, remember?
- Okay.
Fuck.
- Oh, good work.
Just keep texting your
fucking stupid little friend.
No, come on!
Oh, you know, I bet
you have a lot of material
for your show now, right?
You must be happy about it.
Are you happy? Are you happy?
Everything turned out the
way you said it would.
- Just leave me alone, okay?
Please.
(phone clicking)
- What do you not get?
What do you not get?
This thing is fucking
useless out here.
- Fucking bitch. You
realize how much that costs?
You're buying me a new
one. You know that, right?
- I'll help you. Let's go.
- Ow.
You see that?
- Come on.
(Zach wryly chuckles)
Oh.
Oh, fuck me.
(somber music)
(crickets buzzing)
(intense metal music)
(metal vocalist
indistinctly singing)
(metal vocalist
indistinctly screaming)
(phone buzzing)
(metal vocalist continues
indistinctly screaming)
- Hey, cover for me! I gotta go!
Did you hear what I said?
- I hear you!
Damn it! You see what
I mean about this guy?
(intense metal music continues)
- All right. Let's get
this guy out of here.
- Babe, what are you doing?
- I'm sorry. The camera
goes where the action is.
(solemn music)
(birds chirping)
(Val groans)
- Fuck, man.
This guy's heavier
than I thought he'd be.
- Look, I hope this
is the only time
I ever have to do
some shit like this!
What the hell are you doing?
- I'm documenting.
- You think that's a good idea?
- Why not? It's not like
it was cold-blooded murder.
This guy attacked us.
- Yeah, but it just
seems wrong, doesn't it?
- I have the whole
thing on camera,
including him
pulling a gun on us.
You're lucky I'm carrying
this thing around.
- Back me up, Val.
- Hey, man, I don't
give a shit either way.
Can we just finish
carrying this guy?
(group distantly chattering)
(group continues
distantly chattering)
(body thumps)
- Where are you going?
- Dude, this is a lot.
I'm mentally fucking fried,
so I'm gonna go clear my head,
- Nicky, seriously, don't worry.
I'm getting video
evidence of everything,
and when this shit ends up in
court, you'll be thanking me.
I mean, who knows?
This could be like the next
true crime craze on Netflix.
- Look, I just
don't want anything
to come back and
bite us in the ass.
- Nothing can bite
us in the ass.
If anything, this
camera's gonna be
our "get out of jail free" card,
so relax.
(glass clatters)
(tense music)
(flesh squelches)
(body thumps)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, whoa, wait! Wait!
(Nicky groaning)
(Nicky panting)
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Where's the safety?
Fuck!
(Nicky gasping)
(Ryder grunts)
(Nicky grunts)
(Ryder shouts)
(both grunting)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(both grunting)
Uh-uh, uh-uh!
(Nicky grunting)
Stop! Just fucking die!
(Ryder wails)
(Nicky groans)
(Nicky grunts)
(Ryder groaning)
(Nicky panting)
(Nicky triumphantly chuckling)
Oh.
(Nicky groans)
Hey, guys.
Oh no.
(body thumps)
(wagon creaking)
(gentle music)
(animals distantly chirping)
(ominous music)
(Val gasps)
(door creaks)
- They're dead!
They're dead! They're dead!
They're dead! They're dead!
Fucking Christ!
- Babe, what's the matter?
What's the matter?
- Oh my God!
They're fucking dead! I
don't know what happened!
- Sarah, we have
to get out of here.
We have to get out
of here, please.
- What the hell is
she talking about?
- It's fine. It's okay.
It's fine.
Show us what you're
talking about.
(Val shakily gasps)
(eerie music)
Oh my God.
What happened to them?
(Zach retches)
- Isn't it obvious?
I mean, there's
somebody else out here.
- What are you saying?
- What the fuck does it
sound like I'm saying?
Okay, these two didn't
just kill each other.
Somebody did this.
- Why? Why is this happening?
- I told you guys.
I fucking, I told you guys
these woods are dangerous!
Okay, now we pissed
off the wrong people
and they're picking
us off or something.
- We don't know.
We don't know that Jude is dead.
- Oh, man, come on.
(Zach maniacally chuckles)
I mean, he's been
missing since last night
when all this bullshit started.
Face it.
He's dead too.
- We can't know that for sure!
- Oh, please.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Would you open your eyes?
- This,
this is real.
Okay, we are in a kill
or be killed situation.
I mean, we're
completely cut off.
These backwoods psychos could
be watching us right now.
- Whatever's happening,
I think, for now, we
should assume Zach's right.
- I don't want to die.
- We aren't going to die.
- Okay.
So what do we do?
(foreboding music)
(thunder rumbling)
- Okay, so now what?
- I think we're ready to
hike, but check outside.
It looks like there's a
storm coming this way.
- Shit.
It's almost sundown.
We don't wanna get stuck
in the dark in the rain.
- Are you out of your mind?
You're suggesting we
stay another night?
- I'm sorry. Do you have
a better idea, Valarie?
- He's right.
None of us have
slept since yesterday
and I'm not really crazy about
hiking in the middle
of nowhere in a storm.
- Shit.
- I don't like it either.
- Same here.
- So we're in agreement?
We do the terrible plan?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Awesome.
(duct tape crackles)
(dramatic music)
(nails clink)
(thunder rumbles)
(keys jangle)
(window creaks)
(locks click)
(thunder rumbles)
- I can't sleep.
- Me neither.
Anyone think to
bring some melatonin?
- Negative.
(crickets chirping)
(thunder faintly rumbles)
- I was gonna ask her
to marry me, you know.
(thunder cracks)
- Casey?
- This weekend. Yeah.
I mean, I had my
doubts about it.
I think
a part of me was
scared, but yeah.
That was the plan.
I even got the ring
and everything.
I just figure you only get
so many chances in life
to really love someone.
Might as well grab it
while I can, you know?
Funny how plans change, right?
- Hysterical.
- I just keep thinking
about them out there.
I mean, we didn't move 'em
or cover 'em up or anything.
- It's okay.
They're fine. I'm
worried about us.
- What if an animal
gets to them?
- It's not safe. Let's just
worry about that tomorrow.
(somber music)
(thunder rumbles)
- That's it. I'm
going out there.
- What?
Zach, what are you doing?
(gun clicks)
- Look, I just, I need to
cover 'em with something, okay?
Before they get rained on.
I just gotta get that
fucking camera off her face
or I'm never gonna
be able to sleep.
- Zach, don't.
- I'll go with you.
- No! No, no, no, no, you stay.
I'll help.
- Valarie, no.
- It's okay.
I got this.
Really.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, let's go.
- Thanks.
- Sarah, just lock the
door and stay around
so you can let us back in, okay?
- Okay. Just get back safe.
- Promise.
- Val, wait!
(tender music)
I love you.
I know your love isn't a trap.
Everything else in
the world is the trap.
Your love is a key.
(Valarie joyfully sobs)
- It only took a near-death
experience to get you to say it.
- Better late than never, right?
- Mhm.
(tender music continues)
- Hurry back.
(door creaks)
(ominous music)
(thunder booms)
- Thanks for coming with me.
- Don't mention it.
- Hey, I know you and I
haven't exactly hit it on.
- Christ, Zach.
Listen to me.
I'm terrible at
making new friends.
New people kinda freak me out,
but we are so out of
our comfort zone here.
Please don't make it any
weirder than it has to be.
Let's just save the touchy-feely
stuff for later, okay, man?
- Yeah, yeah, okay.
- We have to cover them up
until we can figure out
what to do tomorrow.
- I think I saw a tarp.
- Perfect. Where?
- It was just over there,
behind that corner.
- Okay. I'll go take a look.
- I got your back.
(crickets chirping)
(foreboding music)
(knife clanks)
(thunder rumbles)
What the fuck is this?
- [Val] What? You see something?
- I mean, I see this falling
out of your back pocket.
It's covered in blood, Valarie.
Care to comment on that?
- It's not mine.
- It was in your pocket!
- I know.
I took it from that guy and I
don't even know why I took it.
I'm sorry. I swear.
- That guy came at us
with a gun, not a knife.
I know, but he had a knife.
- Nicky was killed with a knife,
but we didn't find one anywhere.
- Wait, no. That wasn't me!
(thunder rumbles)
And Casey.
You were the only one out
there with Nicky and Casey
when they were both killed.
Why didn't you see anything?
I mean, that's a little
bit convenient, Valarie,
now that I think about it.
Come on.
- Put the gun down here,
man. I didn't kill anyone.
- Well, you're just an
innocent girl, right?
Just so happened to be
gone with no fucking alibi
while both of my
friends were murdered!
Oh, man, it's pretty
easy to just blame it on
crazy people in
the woods, right?
I mean, I sure thought so.
(thunder rumbles)
The only thing is
I already took care
of that guy, didn't I?
I mean, I honestly,
I honestly did not
think I had it in me,
but I took care of him, all
right, to protect my friends,
and that's what
I'm gonna do again!
- Zach, look out!
(Zach groans)
- Ow! What the fuck?
(Val grunts)
(Zach grunts)
(Val groans)
(Val gasping)
(tense music)
- Sarah!
(Val panting)
Sarah, he's crazy!
He's crazy! We have to go!
- No!
- We have to get out!
(tense music continues)
(Val gasps)
- Val?
- Run.
- Oh, fuck.
What did I do?
Wait!
Wait, Sarah!
Sarah!
(suspenseful music)
(thunder booms)
Sarah, stop!
(suspenseful music continues)
(Sarah panting)
(thunder rumbles)
(Sarah gasps)
(dramatic music)
(Sarah whimpers)
(thunder booms)
(rain pattering)
(tense music)
(thunder rumbles)
Sarah!
Sarah, are you in here?
(Sarah weakly whimpers)
Oh, come on!
You ran off before you gave me
a chance to explain anything.
I didn't want to
have to chase you.
Hey.
You wanna hear something
really fucked up?
(Zach sighs)
Okay.
Here goes.
I've been in love with you
ever since we first met.
(Zach sighs)
Okay.
I said it.
And I would have all
these fantasies about
telling you how I felt,
sweeping you off your feet.
You were so sad,
and I thought I was gonna be
the one to make you happy.
Well, obviously, I didn't have
the courage to say anything,
and then, one day, you
tell me you like girls
and you have a crush on one.
- Stephanie Waterman,
of all fucking people?
And, clearly, nothing's changed
because I still
do not understand
your taste in women at all.
So I stayed the good friend,
even though I knew it would
never work out between us,
but I never stopped
loving you, Sarah,
and then Casey came along
and I loved her too.
As much as I could anyway,
because I was holding
back most of what I had
for an impossible cause!
(Zach screams)
Fuck!
God damn it!
(Sarah groans)
Fucking bitch!
Get the fuck over here!
(Sarah gasps)
You fucking bitch!
(Zach angrily growls)
(flesh squelches)
(Zach groans)
- Fucking psycho.
(Valarie grunts)
(Zach screams)
(Valarie grunts)
(Zach shouts)
(Valarie groans)
(tense music continues)
(body thumps)
(Zach groaning)
(Zach panting)
(Sarah grunts)
(Sarah panting)
- Please, I don't wanna die.
(Sarah shouting)
(somber music)
(thunder rumbles)
(Sarah wailing)
(Sarah hysterically screams)
(Sarah whimpers)
(somber music continues)
(Valarie coughing)
(Valarie hysterically chuckles)
- Hey, girl.
- I thought you were dead.
- I think you might
have been right.
- Don't say that.
(Valarie wryly chuckles)
- It's fucking hard to breathe.
- It's okay. Just relax.
Just relax, okay? You can't go.
You can't go, Val.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
(Sarah sobbing)
You said you loved me.
- Yeah.
(gentle music)
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
- Do you regret it?
- Best decision I ever made.
(Valarie softly chuckles)
(Sarah sobs)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no. You can't go.
Please don't go.
(Sarah indistinctly murmurs)
(tender music)
No.
(Sarah sniffles)
(Sarah sobs)
(Sarah softly whimpering)
(Sarah softly sobs)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(car rumbling)
(Sarah screams)
- Shit!
(tires screeching)
(Sarah shrieks)
Shit!
(glass clatters)
(engine sputtering)
(crickets chirping)
(door creaks)
(car dinging)
(door slams)
(Greg groans)
(solemn music)
(Greg gasps)
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
Please, please, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
Zach!
Zach, where are you, man?
Ah, damn it.
Hey, Zach!
Zach, man, I called the cops.
I finally got through
to 'em, but God knows
when the fuck they're gonna
get all the way out here.
Ah, man.
(Greg sighs)
Zach, I'm coming in!
(Greg grunts)
(tripwire twangs)
(flesh squelches)
(Greg groaning)
(somber music)
(owl hooting)
(siren distantly wailing)
(somber music continues)
(police radio chattering)
- Why don't you go
check out over there?
Shit.
Got a body, dead!
- [Officer] I got two more!
- What in God's name were
these kids up to out here?
- What the fuck?
- All right. Let's call this in.
(solemn music)
Hey, what the hell was the
address of this place again?
- [Sarah] Hey!
Hey, I'm here!
- Please!
- Call an ambulance!
Let's get an ambulance out here!
It's okay.
It's okay. We got you.
Please, I need you to tell
me what happened out there.
Ma'am, ma'am, you have
to tell me what happened.
(Sarah sobs)
Ma'am, please stay
with me. Stay with me.
Come on.
- What happened?
- Yes. What happened?
- I have no
fucking clue.
(solemn music continues)
(Sarah gasps)
Please.
Please tell me you
have a cigarette.
- No. I quit last year.
It's unhealthy.
- Who cares?
(somber folk music)
(Sarah hysterically laughing)
And Mary may come
And Mary may go
Hello, hello,
hello, hello, hello
And she speaks to me
if she speaks at all
At all, at all, at
all, at all, at all
Lie in the ditch and
die, you son of a bitch
For I will die as
you have never died
For a lock of her hair
I would die anywhere
For a look in her eyes
I would die a thousand times
I would die a thousand times
And the devil may come
And the devil may go
Hello, hello,
hello, hello, hello
And he speaks to me
If he speaks at all
At all, at all, at
all, at all, at all
Lay in the ditch and
die, you son of a bitch
For I will wake as
you have never woke
Climb up on the cross in
the sky like an albatross
For I will die as
you have never died
For a lock of her hair
I would die anywhere
For a look in her eyes
I would die a thousand times
I would die a thousand times
For a lock of her hair
I would die anywhere
For a look in her eyes
I would die a thousand times
I would die a thousand times
(intense rock music)
I lost my shit
And found myself
Sick of doubting
my mental health
Beginning to live
like the end times
And I'm so sorry
I apologized
For thinking, for
seeing, for reading
The writing on the
wall, erase it all.
I learned my fucking lesson
And now I press on
Calling out my doubts
My self-esteem is
I think it's time
I let it all go
(rock music decrescendos)
(film wheel whirring)
(gentle music)
(liquid splatters)
(logo whooshes)
(sound wave whirs)
(distorted voice cackles)
(logo whooshing)
(crows caw)
(ominous music)
(birds chirping)
- [Narrator] Every
town has a dark secret,
a time when the stars align
and things go so horribly wrong
that a legend is born.
These dense forests
were once home
to prohibition
moonshiners and outlaws.
Law took some, and in 1931,
a still explosion
started a forest fire
that drove the rest away,
all except for one family.
Solitude and incest
drove them mad.
Their names, once uttered
only through hushed voices,
were eventually forgotten.
One day, the family bore a child
so large and misshapen
that the birth tore
its mother in half.
(mother faintly wailing)
To his father, the child
was an abomination,
and in his grief, threw the
baby into the woods to die.
It was then,
according to folklore,
that a witch took
the baby for her own.
Her womb ancient and barren,
the child suckled poison from
her teat and grew strong.
(figure grunting)
Now, he guards these woods,
a shadow known to
locals as Boneface.
(eerie music)
(animals distantly chittering)
(liquid squelches)
Of those who step foot in
these woods, few return.
(tense music)
(hiker screams)
(flesh squelches)
(Boneface grunts)
(ominous music)
For those poor souls,
the legacy of these woods
is written in blood.
(eerie music)
(Boneface panting)
- Oh!
(hunter gasps)
(hunter screams)
(flesh squelches)
(hunter groaning)
(gunshot bangs)
(owl hooting)
- [Unlucky Girl] Come on!
- Where are we going?
- [Unlucky Girl] My lucky tree.
(ominous music)
- So, what makes it so lucky?
- Let's find out.
(tense music)
(unlucky girl screams)
(flesh squelches)
(Boneface panting)
(eerie music)
- [Hiker] Chad!
Where are you?
Whatever. I guess I'm just
out here all by myself.
(branch cracks)
Chad?
(foreboding music)
(Boneface panting)
(girlfriend screams)
- [Nicky] Jesus Christ, Zach.
Is this story going anywhere?
(car rumbles)
- Actually, yeah, Nicky.
It was, if you had
a little patience.
- Yeah, man. Have
a little patience.
- Next time, I'm
picking the group trip.
I don't know how I let
you all convince me
that some old house in the
woods would be relaxing,
and Zach, you're not helping.
- Well, I'm helping
color your experience.
- This the kind of shit you
talk about on your podcast?
- Okay. People love
hearing about murder.
- How many people listen
to your show exactly?
- Yeah. What kind of audience
are we talking about here?
- Isn't my girlfriend
supposed to be on my side?
- Well, if I'm going to be
a documentary filmmaker,
I need to be objective.
- Give me a break.
- I think it's cool.
- Valarie thinks anything
where people is die.
- That's because dying is cool.
- See, dying is cool.
Death is the ultimate shared
human experience, right?
The great cosmic inevitability,
and if we try to
resist inevitability,
then we could all end up going
crazy and killing each other.
Thank you.
- We don't want
that, now, would we?
- It's a natural curiosity
is all I'm saying, okay?
One day, sooner or later,
we all gotta ride the hansom,
and if we invited
Greg, like I suggested,
he would back me up right now.
- We didn't invite
him for a reason.
- Greg? Who's Greg?
- His podcast cohost,
and he makes Zach here
look like the poster
child for normality.
- Oh, please. Okay, Greg
is an actual genius.
- [Jude] Yeah, sure.
- All right, can anybody else
say that about themselves?
- The man can barely function.
He's something, all right.
I don't think genius is it.
- People can be more
than one thing, you know.
- Oh, you mean like an
idiot and a bullshitter?
(group sardonically chuckles)
- I have a master's degree.
It's literally impossible
for me to be an idiot.
- Oh.
- Eh.
- Notice he didn't deny
being a bullshitter.
- Fuck you guys.
- [Radio] Man's best friend.
(group chuckles)
(lively rock music)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I surrender to
you, I give in
This world's a
playground, baby
If we just pretend
You say you love me
Will you love me to the end
Do you wanna play
Do you wanna stay
Oh, honey, my sweet honey
You know, you know I
love you from my heart
Oh, cross my heart
Oh, hope to die
Oh, hope to die
You say you love me
Will you, will
you love me like I
Love me
This world's a playground
and we just pretend
This world's a playground
Come to hell
(birds faintly chirping)
(traffic rumbling)
(van squeaks)
- One minute!
- 40 of unleaded, please.
- [Attendant] Sure thing.
- Well, here's the point where
he tells us we're all doomed.
- What?
- Where are you folks headed?
- Oh, my uncle's old
place up on the hill.
- Here it comes.
- That's good. I hope
you have a nice time.
- Fuck. Excuse me!
Hang on.
Is there anything we should
know about this mountain?
(ominous music)
- No. It's beautiful
this time of year.
- Yeah. It really is.
- No, no. I'm sorry.
I mean, anything you
should warn us about
as a group of young people
going into the
remote woods alone?
- Well, let's see.
Vern, can you think of anything
we should be warning
these young folks about?
- What?
- I said is there something
we should be warning
these fine folks about?
(ominous music)
- Rain.
- Jesus fucking Christ.
What do you mean rain?
(Vern spits)
- It's coming.
- Y'all got an umbrella?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We have an umbrella.
- Then you should be fine then.
- I think we're good.
Sorry about my friend.
He was hit in the
head with a swing set
when he was a kid, so.
- [Zach] Hey.
(Nicky chuckles)
(foreboding music)
(chain clanks)
- I think we might be
trespassing, if anyone cares.
- Oh, no, that's my
uncle's old sign.
This is the start
of his property.
- Huh. Seems like something
that'd be kind of important.
- Yeah, I mean,
the guy had cancer.
He probably had some
other stuff on his mind.
- Okay. Just saying.
- You guys didn't have
to come, you know.
I mean, Jude and I could handle
all my uncle's old
appraisal shit on our own.
- Damn right.
Half the reason I signed up
for this was for the seclusion,
so how about nobody fucks
that up for me, please?
- Calm down, boys.
- Well, if we're all
on the same page,
I should probably
let you guys know
this is the last chance
to use your phones.
- What?
- Oh, whoa, whoa.
What does that mean?
- There's no signal up here.
- How the fuck is that even
possible in this day and age?
- I mean, this whole
side of the mountain
is private property.
It's a bunch of old-timers
that never let the phone
companies build any towers.
Get your last licks,
ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to no man's land.
- [Radio] And you can trust
me 'cause I'm the dog man,
and the dog does not lie.
Ow, ow!
Talking weather, we're keeping
an eye on this nor'easter,
still hoping this
storm blows on past us
so things can stay
bright and beautiful.
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(van doors creaking)
(Nicky chuckles)
- [Nicky] All right,
grab your bags.
We're walking from here.
- What do you mean
we're walking from here?
- This is a dead end.
There's no road for cars.
- Fuck, man. This just keeps
getting better and better.
Couldn't have just warned us?
- About a little walk,
bro? Come on, man.
Somebody's gotta get you
out your comfort
zone sooner or later.
Hey, look, think of
it as an adventure.
Grab the important
stuff. Let's go, Jude.
We're home!
- So, beer then?
- Yeah, definitely beer.
(solemn music)
(birds chirping)
(crickets chirping)
- [Jude] Fuck, man. There's,
like, shit everywhere.
Didn't your uncle ever
throw anything away?
- That's what we're
here to figure out.
Hey, man, wait a minute.
(bird cawing)
(Sarah softly chuckles)
- It's so beautiful up here.
- Now, I didn't think you
were the outdoorsy type.
- You know, I didn't either,
but I might be coming around.
- Hmm.
- You sure you wanna be up here
with me and my weird friends
instead of at your parents'
pool for the weekend?
- Hell yeah. This is better.
You know I like a little nature.
- Yeah, 'cause there's
no people in nature.
(Valarie sarcastically laughs)
Listen, I love that
you came up here,
but I hate the idea that you
did it just to make me happy
and that you would
rather be, I don't know,
somewhere else,
doing something else.
- Hey, hey, hey.
I'm glad I came.
- You sure?
- Best decision I ever made.
Come here.
(crickets chirping)
(somber music)
- Hey, Jude.
Jude.
Hey, Jude.
(ominous music)
Jude?
(suspenseful music)
(Jude shrieks)
- Man, don't fucking point that
thing at me. What the fuck?
- Relax, dude. This
thing's fucking ancient.
- Your uncle's got a whole
bunch of cool shit in here, man.
Put it back.
You got plenty of time to
mess up everything later.
- Okay.
- Can we get in the
house first? Sure
- [Jude] Sure. Geez.
- [Valarie] I have
something for you.
- You know I don't like knives.
- This is as
harmless as they get.
They give these to Girl Scouts.
Listen, my dad
gave me this knife
on one of our camping trips,
and now I'm giving it to you.
- You're giving me a gift?
- Don't make it weird.
Yeah, it's a gift.
It's just a little
something to say, you know,
that I love you, I guess.
(gentle music)
- Thanks.
- Is that okay?
- Yeah. More than okay.
Now, even most Girl
Scouts are more prepared
than city girls like you,
so be careful with
that thing, right?
(Sarah sarcastically laughs)
- Ah, you're so funny.
- I'm so funny.
- You wait and see. I could
get into this nature thing.
- Oh, yeah, girl.
You are like lady
Bear Grylls up here,
but listen, before you say that,
let's go see what this shit
heap looks like on the inside.
- Yeah.
- All right, come on.
Come on.
(door creaks)
(doorknob clicks)
- Your uncle stop
locking his door too?
- It's been a while
since he died,
so maybe someone just
forgot to lock it.
- What's going on?
- Let's check the place out
before we start with
the festivities.
- Yeah, yeah. No, agreed, yeah.
- One sec.
(Nicky scoffs)
- Oh, are you serious?
What the fuck is that?
- What the fuck
does it look like?
Relax, okay? It's
just for protection.
- Hey, what is it with
you and weapons, man?
- I'll be careful, all right?
Let's just check the place out,
and then it goes
away, I promise.
(somber music)
Come on.
- Let's go.
Hey, don't get stupid and
shoot me with that thing.
- I know.
- I'm serious.
- I know.
(somber music continues)
(eerie music)
Nicky, get in here!
I said shut the fuck up!
(stranger screams)
- And I said get
that fucking gun
out of my face!
- You're not in the position
to be making any
fucking demands, pal!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
What's happening here?
- These people broke into your
fucking uncle's house, man.
That's what's happening.
- No, that's not true.
- This fucking psychopath
bust in here and started-
- You wanna see a
psychopath, huh?
- Don't you point
that thing at her!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, Jude, will you
put that thing down
for one fucking second?
Who the fuck are you two
and what the hell are
you doing in this house?
- I don't have to
explain myself to you.
- Okay.
- Yeah, you do.
- Actually, you do, asshole.
This is my family's house.
- Oh, yeah? Well, why
don't you prove that?
- James, stop, please!
We were just camping
here for the night.
We've been hiking and
thought it was empty,
and we thought it was abandoned!
- No, stop! We don't
need to tell them shit!
They're the one
waving the gun around!
- Waiting for you to give me
a good fucking
reason, dick hole.
- Jude, will you
stop? Jude, stop!
- Please just let
us grab our stuff.
We won't break or
steal anything.
Please. We were just
spending the night.
- Get your shit and get out.
- Fuck, man.
- Ladies and gentlemen,
he does see reason.
- I said go.
- Don't come back.
See? Aren't you glad I
had the gun now, dude?
- No. That would've been
way better without the gun.
- Are you kidding me?
Nicky!
(crickets chirping)
- You know, you were
kind of heroic in there.
- I don't feel very heroic.
I feel like a guy
who just had a gun
jammed in his face.
One moment.
- What is it now?
- [James] Just give me a second.
- What do you
think you're doing?
Stop it! Let's just go!
- Hang on a minute.
- James, please.
This isn't like you.
- Isn't that the point
of this whole trip,
to try to be a
little less like me?
- You know that is not what
Dr. Harper meant, so just stop.
Don't do something crazy.
Haven't we had enough
of that for one day?
- I'm just trying to get
in touch with the inner me.
That's all.
Maybe someone who doesn't
let people walk all over him
and point guns at
their wife's face!
So, sorry if that
makes me crazy,
but right now, I'm
okay with that.
So I'm going to do something
that the normal
me would never do.
(somber music)
(James grunts)
And I'm gonna feel
great doing it.
(tire hissing)
(Nicky sighs)
- All right, so I checked
the rest of the house.
No more squatters, not so
much as a fucking raccoon,
and to make things even better,
Jude has agreed not to ever
take his gun out ever again.
So maybe we can all
calm down a little bit
and start to enjoy ourselves.
What do y'all say?
- About time.
- Uh, yeah, question.
What if those people
come back here?
- There's no way
they're coming back.
- Yeah. No fucking way.
(beer can clicks)
(peaceful music)
(fire crackling)
(crickets chirping)
- So, Nicky, what
made your uncle
decide to live all the way
up here like a hermit anyway?
- No, no, no, no, no.
Wait, wait, let me guess.
I am good at this.
- Here we go.
- Shut up.
He witnessed a mob hit
and he had to live out
here to stay off the radar.
(group lightly chuckles)
- He just liked being
away from people, I guess.
You know, he liked
the peace and quiet,
and everything with my parents
is always so high pressure.
You know, sports, school, work.
Honestly, I started
to feel like,
if I failed at any one thing,
I was gonna just snap like
a rubber band, you know?
But I couldn't even
let that happen,
'cause even that
would be a failure,
and everything was
always about the future.
I think that's why
I liked my uncle.
He was only ever interested in
what was happening right
there and then in the moment.
He never really gave a
shit about much else,
which is something
I could never do,
so I would come up here
as often as I could.
You know, a long
weekend, half a summer,
if I really busted my
ass, whatever I could get,
and then I would just
count down the days
so I could come up here
and just do nothing.
You know, bringing you all
up here, I kind of figured
it would be like one
last hurrah, you know?
Give the place a
proper send-off.
- I'll drink to that.
- Same here.
- Yeah.
- Man, I would've loved having
a place like this growing up.
- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, fuck yeah.
I mean, we had the Boys and
Girls Club after school.
Loads of fun for a skinny,
queer little tomboy.
I was Planet fucking X, man.
They didn't know
what to do with me.
So they did what kids
do. They made up names.
- Kids suck.
Always have, always will.
- I mean, kids will find
anything to mess with you about.
Listen, they made fun of me
because I liked spending
summers up here.
They called me Nicky Sticks
'cause of where I like to be.
- I got called a lot worse
things than Nicky Sticks.
Care to hear a few?
- I'll pass.
(group softly chuckles)
- I would've thought that
you were Mr. Popular.
- I mean, I played sports,
but I mostly just hung
out with this loser.
- Nobody else would
hang out with me
unless I was selling 'em weed.
- These two were inseparable.
- Two against the world, man.
- You know it.
- Well, I am glad to hear
I wasn't the only
loser with no friends.
- And I am glad that
we are all here now.
So, speaking for the group,
thanks, Nicky, for
inviting us up here.
- Cheers.
- Nah, honestly, I should
be thanking you guys.
If y'all hadn't agreed to come,
I'd have been stuck up here
with Jude's goofy
ass the whole time.
(Jude sarcastically laughs)
- What a fucking tragedy
that would've been.
For me, I mean.
Seriously, man,
it's nice out here.
There's no distractions,
no cell phones.
It's the perfect opportunity
for me to experience nature.
(Jude laughs)
- Whoa, whoa. Motherfucker,
are those mushrooms?
- Yeah. This is 90% of the
reason I agreed to come up here.
- Oh, yeah?
Can I have some?
Jude, I'm just asking questions.
- Here.
- Yes!
- Don't say I never
did nothing for you.
That's all I'm giving out, okay?
So nobody else come to ask.
- [Casey] Have fun, babe,
but I get to film it.
- All right.
(Casey chuckles)
- Hey, what are you
always filming anyway?
- I'm just following
this kid around.
The American dream of individual
greatness evolved into
an entire generation's
presumed right to stardom.
Man or monster? Starving
artist or future influencer?
A journey that could
lead to greatness
or into the darkness
of the human soul.
- Why are you like this?
- I'm just saying.
Sometimes the
making of the movie
is better than the movie itself.
I mean, look at "The
Island of Doctor Moreau."
- You're "Doctor Moreau"-ing me?
- Hey!
Calm down, man.
Eat the mushrooms.
(foreboding music)
- Help me.
- No.
- Help me.
- Come on.
Come on, space cowboy.
- [Sarah] We're turning in.
- Ah, all right. Good night.
- [Valarie] See you
assholes tomorrow.
- How about it,
man? You coming in?
- No, no way.
I am perfectly fine right here.
- Okay. All right.
Well, I will see you on
the other side, brother.
Hey, try not to fall
in the fire, all right?
- Don't tell me what to do.
(Jude giggles)
(foreboding music continues)
- [Sarah] I'm saying, who brings
drugs to a camping weekend
and doesn't bring enough
to share with everyone?
Oh, yeah.
- Hey, I'm turning
in. Everybody good?
- I'm gonna stay up and
trip-sit this guy for a while.
(Zach giggling)
- [Nicky] Sounds good.
Night, everybody.
(Casey chuckles)
- Uh, we're gonna turn in too.
See you guys tomorrow.
- Oh, no, no, no. No,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
One more drink. Come on.
Come on. One more drink.
One more drink. Come on.
Here, here, here, here. Please?
One more?
- Maybe just one more.
- Yes! Yes!
Um, okay.
Why don't we
toast this nightcap to the
tortured spirit of these woods
so as not to become
its next meal?
(Zach ominously cackles)
(Valarie chuckles)
- Man, you never
turn it off, do you?
- What?
- The radio talk
show host thing.
- Podcast.
- Whatever.
- You telling me you
don't like podcasts?
- It's just another way for
people to rattle on about
shit they don't know
anything about, sorry.
- Come on.
You like true crime and
murder and all that shit
more than probably
anybody I've ever met,
so just 'cause
you're an outcast,
you think that makes
you too cool for school?
If anything, I mean,
let's be real here,
you're a podcaster's
target market.
(somber music)
- Hm.
(can clinks)
I will never ever
be your target market.
- Mhm.
Okay.
- [Sarah] Thanks
for the drink, Zach.
- Hey, I'm sorry.
You fucking kidding me?
Will you put that away?
- Yep. Sorry.
(Valarie sighs)
- Oh, shit, it's
actually comfortable.
- You know, Zach is a nice guy.
You could go a
little easier on him.
(Valarie sardonically chuckles)
- Come on. He's so weird.
- Since when do you sit
on the side of judgment
with the normals?
(Valarie angrily screams)
- I'm sorry.
I am.
The kid just kind of annoys me.
- Well, he's been my
friend a long time.
He was the first
person I came out to
and he didn't judge me
or treat me like a freak.
He was just my friend, so
please try to be nice.
- Yeah, I'll try.
- Do or do not.
There is no try.
- No, don't you do fucking
Yoda with me right now.
You know that makes me crazy!
(both chuckle)
Oh, I love you.
What?
(ominous music)
(fire crackling)
(crickets chirping)
- [Ghostly Voice]
Jude, into the forest.
Into the forest.
It's time to come.
- Whoa.
The trees are talking to me.
- [Ghostly Voice] Jude,
come into the forest.
- What's up, trees?
- [Ghostly Voice] Come, Jude.
Forest.
(Jude giggling)
(Valarie sighs)
- I...
I want to say it back.
(solemn music)
I really do.
- So just say it.
I've never told anyone
that, not since I was a kid.
- Really? Never?
- Never.
- It's okay.
There is plenty
that I haven't done,
like take a girl home to meet
my parents, for instance.
- That's why you
wanted to come out here
instead of going with them.
- No, no, no.
Just a little.
I don't know how
they're gonna react,
and there's so much shit
between me and them,
but, but, but
I am willing to take
that chance with you,
and maybe you'll be willing
to take one with me?
(solemn music continues)
- You wanna know
why I don't say it?
- Yeah.
- Because love is a trap.
It's a con artist word used
to catch wounded animals.
When I was a kid, my
parents fought constantly.
You couldn't get away from it.
I asked them one time why they
didn't just get a divorce,
and you know what they said?
They said they couldn't
because they loved me.
Love, like it was
some great fever.
One night, it got really bad,
and my dad asked me
to take out the trash.
He did that sometimes so
they could yell extra loud,
so I did.
I took the bags out
to the big green bins
outside, like always.
That's when I heard
the first shot
inside the house.
I started to run back when
I heard the second shot.
I froze.
I must have stood there
for five minutes straight,
just staring at my front
door, terrified to go inside.
Eventually, I did
and I found them.
My dad had killed my mom
and then himself.
The last thing my dad said
to me was that he loved me.
I went to live with
my aunt in a new town.
That's where I met
everyone here, actually.
The only good to
come of that mess.
In junior high. I
realized I was gay,
and when my aunt
found out about that,
it was church night and day,
trying her hardest
to pray the gay away.
The worst of any of it, though,
was that she said she did
it because she loved me,
and maybe,
if we prayed hard enough,
God would love me too.
So, no, I've never, never
said those words to anyone,
and I'm not even
sure I know how.
- It's okay.
I knew something happened
to you as a kid, but
I had no idea.
(solemn music continues)
It's okay.
Come here.
Come on.
(Valarie sighs)
My love is not a trap
and you are no wounded animal.
You are the strongest
person I have ever met.
Just let me say it to you
and mean it,
and you don't have to say
anything at all, okay?
- [Sarah] Okay.
(solemn music continues)
(Valarie sighs)
(Zach softly sighs)
- So,
what's the documentary
gonna be anyway?
- I don't know what
kind of movie it is yet.
I'm just gonna film
and see where it goes.
- It's about me though, right?
- Yeah. You're the star, baby.
- Well, doesn't it depend
on how you make me look?
- I'm just pointing the camera.
There are no secrets
from the all-seeing eye.
(Zach softly scoffs)
- You don't think
I have secrets?
- No. That's what
I love about you.
You're an open book.
That's what makes you a
good podcast host too.
- You think everything I do
is just some kind of
big joke, don't you?
You know, sometimes I
feel like you hope I fail
'cause it'll make a
better movie for you.
- That's how you really feel?
- I don't know.
Sometimes.
- Okay, if that's
how you really feel,
then go ahead and say it one
more time for the camera.
- Man, fuck this.
(foreboding music)
- Shit.
- [Ghostly Voice]
Come here. Come, Jude.
(ghostly voices
indistinctly whispering)
- Any of you trees
hear that noise too?
- [Ghostly Voice] Come closer.
Closer, Jude. Come.
- Fuck.
- [Ghostly Voice] Closer. Come.
(ghostly voices
indistinctly whispering)
(crickets chirping)
(somber music)
(Zach scoffs)
- An open book.
(Zach sighs)
Man, fuck me.
(somber music continues)
(door creaks)
- [Sarah] Hey.
- Oh, hey.
- Couldn't sleep either?
- I guess not.
Since when do you smoke?
- I quit.
- Okay.
(Zach weakly chuckles)
Uh, can you spare one?
Thanks.
(ghostly voices
indistinctly whispering)
(tense music)
(intense music)
(gunshot bangs)
- What the fuck was that?
- I don't know.
(foreboding music)
- Did you guys hear
that? It sounded close.
(Ryder wheezing)
(Ryder coughs)
- Oh, shit.
(Ryder coughs)
Oh, shit.
- What the fuck did you do?
- It was an accident.
- What the fuck did you do?
- I didn't know it was her!
(James screams)
- You're dead, motherfucker!
Dead!
(Jude grunting)
(flesh squelches)
(tense music)
(Jude wheezes)
(crickets chirping)
(fire crackling)
(Ryder groans)
- Shh, shh, shh.
Try not to talk.
(Ryder wheezing)
Don't try to talk.
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
(James gasps)
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?
(James softly panting)
(crickets chirping)
(door creaks)
- [Nicky] Hey, guys, what
the hell is going on?
- It was definitely a
gunshot. We just heard it.
- Where's Jude?
- Nobody's seen him.
- How long since
you heard the shot?
- Just a few minutes ago.
- He's probably just out there,
fucking around, you know?
I just hope he hasn't
shot himself in the foot.
(group weakly chuckles)
- So, what, do we
go looking for him?
- God damn it.
- Uh, I'll get some flashlights.
- Yeah, yeah, thanks.
- [Zach] Right.
- I shouldn't have let him
trip out there by himself.
(door slams)
Some of us should stay back
in case he comes
back to the house.
The rest of you
should come with me
once Zach gets back
with the flashlights.
We'll find him.
(tense music)
(Sarah gasps)
- Looks like I found you first.
- [Nicky] Hey, hey, man.
- Back the fuck up.
I don't know who you people
are and I don't give a shit.
You come after me
and you fucking
come after my wife!
This time, I've got the gun
and you're gonna listen to me.
This was supposed to be
a therapeutic weekend.
This was supposed to be
something that we could control.
I was supposed to
feel empowered.
Dr. Harper doesn't
fucking know shit!
- Who?
- Shut up!
I am tired of being the victim!
(eerie music)
Are you filming
this, you sick fuck?
Oh, that's fucking it!
(group gasps)
(flesh squelches)
(ominous music)
(Sarah softly gasps)
- Fuck.
Way to fucking go, man.
- I just saw him
point the gun at you
and I just kind of lost control.
- I told you documentaries
are always better.
(somber music)
(Zach shakily panting)
- So are we just
gonna sit around,
staring at this asshole's
dead body all night?
- Look, let's just cover
him for now, all right?
It's late and we still don't
know what happened to Jude.
- I think it's pretty obvious
what happened to Jude.
That gunshot was probably this
fucker getting his payback!
- What was he saying
about his wife?
- I don't fucking know!
I don't know, but he was
talking crazy, right?
He probably killed her himself.
- Go and piss the wrong
guy off in the woods
and you are done for, man.
That's like scary
movie rule number one.
- All right, stop it, okay?
Now, Jude could be
perfectly fine right now,
but we're not going
running around out there
in the woods any more tonight.
We stay together until
first light at least.
- I think we should go now.
- No. These back roads are
tough enough when you're sober.
I don't think we should risk it.
Get some sleep and
then head out there
first thing in the morning
when we can actually
see out there.
- What about that?
- I mean, you know
how to shoot, right?
- Yeah, a little.
I just don't want
that thing is all.
(ominous music)
- Okay.
All right. Look, I'll
hold onto it for now.
- You know how to shoot it?
- It seems pretty
simple. I think I got it.
- All right.
Let's get some sleep
and then we go.
(eerie music)
(solemn music)
(crickets chirping)
(bird caws)
- Oh, no, no, no! Fuck!
- [Sarah] What?
What is it now?
- They're slashed, all four.
- [Zach] Jesus, fuck.
- We're not getting
anywhere. Not like this.
- Just drive on the
fucking flats, man.
- If the road was paved,
maybe, but not in this shit.
- Shit.
What are you doing?
- I'm texting my friend
for help, all right?
He'll know what to do.
The phones don't work
out here. Remember?
- It's worth a shot, all right?
- No, it's not!
No one has had a bar of
signal since we got here!
- It literally doesn't hurt
anything for me to try, okay?
- Who are you trying?
- Greg.
- The podcast guy?
- Yeah, the podcast guy!
- Jesus, Zach.
- What? I mean, he'd
know what to do, okay?
He could track our phones,
get the fucking
cops out here, and-
- Track our phones?
- Listen, I'm not
sleeping in that house
with a dead body, okay?
Can we please at least
do something about that?
- All right, you can
help me move him to
the back shed for now.
- Why me?
- Because you brought it up
and you're the one that put
the ax in his head, remember?
- Okay.
Fuck.
- Oh, good work.
Just keep texting your
fucking stupid little friend.
No, come on!
Oh, you know, I bet
you have a lot of material
for your show now, right?
You must be happy about it.
Are you happy? Are you happy?
Everything turned out the
way you said it would.
- Just leave me alone, okay?
Please.
(phone clicking)
- What do you not get?
What do you not get?
This thing is fucking
useless out here.
- Fucking bitch. You
realize how much that costs?
You're buying me a new
one. You know that, right?
- I'll help you. Let's go.
- Ow.
You see that?
- Come on.
(Zach wryly chuckles)
Oh.
Oh, fuck me.
(somber music)
(crickets buzzing)
(intense metal music)
(metal vocalist
indistinctly singing)
(metal vocalist
indistinctly screaming)
(phone buzzing)
(metal vocalist continues
indistinctly screaming)
- Hey, cover for me! I gotta go!
Did you hear what I said?
- I hear you!
Damn it! You see what
I mean about this guy?
(intense metal music continues)
- All right. Let's get
this guy out of here.
- Babe, what are you doing?
- I'm sorry. The camera
goes where the action is.
(solemn music)
(birds chirping)
(Val groans)
- Fuck, man.
This guy's heavier
than I thought he'd be.
- Look, I hope this
is the only time
I ever have to do
some shit like this!
What the hell are you doing?
- I'm documenting.
- You think that's a good idea?
- Why not? It's not like
it was cold-blooded murder.
This guy attacked us.
- Yeah, but it just
seems wrong, doesn't it?
- I have the whole
thing on camera,
including him
pulling a gun on us.
You're lucky I'm carrying
this thing around.
- Back me up, Val.
- Hey, man, I don't
give a shit either way.
Can we just finish
carrying this guy?
(group distantly chattering)
(group continues
distantly chattering)
(body thumps)
- Where are you going?
- Dude, this is a lot.
I'm mentally fucking fried,
so I'm gonna go clear my head,
- Nicky, seriously, don't worry.
I'm getting video
evidence of everything,
and when this shit ends up in
court, you'll be thanking me.
I mean, who knows?
This could be like the next
true crime craze on Netflix.
- Look, I just
don't want anything
to come back and
bite us in the ass.
- Nothing can bite
us in the ass.
If anything, this
camera's gonna be
our "get out of jail free" card,
so relax.
(glass clatters)
(tense music)
(flesh squelches)
(body thumps)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, whoa, wait! Wait!
(Nicky groaning)
(Nicky panting)
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Where's the safety?
Fuck!
(Nicky gasping)
(Ryder grunts)
(Nicky grunts)
(Ryder shouts)
(both grunting)
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(both grunting)
Uh-uh, uh-uh!
(Nicky grunting)
Stop! Just fucking die!
(Ryder wails)
(Nicky groans)
(Nicky grunts)
(Ryder groaning)
(Nicky panting)
(Nicky triumphantly chuckling)
Oh.
(Nicky groans)
Hey, guys.
Oh no.
(body thumps)
(wagon creaking)
(gentle music)
(animals distantly chirping)
(ominous music)
(Val gasps)
(door creaks)
- They're dead!
They're dead! They're dead!
They're dead! They're dead!
Fucking Christ!
- Babe, what's the matter?
What's the matter?
- Oh my God!
They're fucking dead! I
don't know what happened!
- Sarah, we have
to get out of here.
We have to get out
of here, please.
- What the hell is
she talking about?
- It's fine. It's okay.
It's fine.
Show us what you're
talking about.
(Val shakily gasps)
(eerie music)
Oh my God.
What happened to them?
(Zach retches)
- Isn't it obvious?
I mean, there's
somebody else out here.
- What are you saying?
- What the fuck does it
sound like I'm saying?
Okay, these two didn't
just kill each other.
Somebody did this.
- Why? Why is this happening?
- I told you guys.
I fucking, I told you guys
these woods are dangerous!
Okay, now we pissed
off the wrong people
and they're picking
us off or something.
- We don't know.
We don't know that Jude is dead.
- Oh, man, come on.
(Zach maniacally chuckles)
I mean, he's been
missing since last night
when all this bullshit started.
Face it.
He's dead too.
- We can't know that for sure!
- Oh, please.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Would you open your eyes?
- This,
this is real.
Okay, we are in a kill
or be killed situation.
I mean, we're
completely cut off.
These backwoods psychos could
be watching us right now.
- Whatever's happening,
I think, for now, we
should assume Zach's right.
- I don't want to die.
- We aren't going to die.
- Okay.
So what do we do?
(foreboding music)
(thunder rumbling)
- Okay, so now what?
- I think we're ready to
hike, but check outside.
It looks like there's a
storm coming this way.
- Shit.
It's almost sundown.
We don't wanna get stuck
in the dark in the rain.
- Are you out of your mind?
You're suggesting we
stay another night?
- I'm sorry. Do you have
a better idea, Valarie?
- He's right.
None of us have
slept since yesterday
and I'm not really crazy about
hiking in the middle
of nowhere in a storm.
- Shit.
- I don't like it either.
- Same here.
- So we're in agreement?
We do the terrible plan?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Awesome.
(duct tape crackles)
(dramatic music)
(nails clink)
(thunder rumbles)
(keys jangle)
(window creaks)
(locks click)
(thunder rumbles)
- I can't sleep.
- Me neither.
Anyone think to
bring some melatonin?
- Negative.
(crickets chirping)
(thunder faintly rumbles)
- I was gonna ask her
to marry me, you know.
(thunder cracks)
- Casey?
- This weekend. Yeah.
I mean, I had my
doubts about it.
I think
a part of me was
scared, but yeah.
That was the plan.
I even got the ring
and everything.
I just figure you only get
so many chances in life
to really love someone.
Might as well grab it
while I can, you know?
Funny how plans change, right?
- Hysterical.
- I just keep thinking
about them out there.
I mean, we didn't move 'em
or cover 'em up or anything.
- It's okay.
They're fine. I'm
worried about us.
- What if an animal
gets to them?
- It's not safe. Let's just
worry about that tomorrow.
(somber music)
(thunder rumbles)
- That's it. I'm
going out there.
- What?
Zach, what are you doing?
(gun clicks)
- Look, I just, I need to
cover 'em with something, okay?
Before they get rained on.
I just gotta get that
fucking camera off her face
or I'm never gonna
be able to sleep.
- Zach, don't.
- I'll go with you.
- No! No, no, no, no, you stay.
I'll help.
- Valarie, no.
- It's okay.
I got this.
Really.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, let's go.
- Thanks.
- Sarah, just lock the
door and stay around
so you can let us back in, okay?
- Okay. Just get back safe.
- Promise.
- Val, wait!
(tender music)
I love you.
I know your love isn't a trap.
Everything else in
the world is the trap.
Your love is a key.
(Valarie joyfully sobs)
- It only took a near-death
experience to get you to say it.
- Better late than never, right?
- Mhm.
(tender music continues)
- Hurry back.
(door creaks)
(ominous music)
(thunder booms)
- Thanks for coming with me.
- Don't mention it.
- Hey, I know you and I
haven't exactly hit it on.
- Christ, Zach.
Listen to me.
I'm terrible at
making new friends.
New people kinda freak me out,
but we are so out of
our comfort zone here.
Please don't make it any
weirder than it has to be.
Let's just save the touchy-feely
stuff for later, okay, man?
- Yeah, yeah, okay.
- We have to cover them up
until we can figure out
what to do tomorrow.
- I think I saw a tarp.
- Perfect. Where?
- It was just over there,
behind that corner.
- Okay. I'll go take a look.
- I got your back.
(crickets chirping)
(foreboding music)
(knife clanks)
(thunder rumbles)
What the fuck is this?
- [Val] What? You see something?
- I mean, I see this falling
out of your back pocket.
It's covered in blood, Valarie.
Care to comment on that?
- It's not mine.
- It was in your pocket!
- I know.
I took it from that guy and I
don't even know why I took it.
I'm sorry. I swear.
- That guy came at us
with a gun, not a knife.
I know, but he had a knife.
- Nicky was killed with a knife,
but we didn't find one anywhere.
- Wait, no. That wasn't me!
(thunder rumbles)
And Casey.
You were the only one out
there with Nicky and Casey
when they were both killed.
Why didn't you see anything?
I mean, that's a little
bit convenient, Valarie,
now that I think about it.
Come on.
- Put the gun down here,
man. I didn't kill anyone.
- Well, you're just an
innocent girl, right?
Just so happened to be
gone with no fucking alibi
while both of my
friends were murdered!
Oh, man, it's pretty
easy to just blame it on
crazy people in
the woods, right?
I mean, I sure thought so.
(thunder rumbles)
The only thing is
I already took care
of that guy, didn't I?
I mean, I honestly,
I honestly did not
think I had it in me,
but I took care of him, all
right, to protect my friends,
and that's what
I'm gonna do again!
- Zach, look out!
(Zach groans)
- Ow! What the fuck?
(Val grunts)
(Zach grunts)
(Val groans)
(Val gasping)
(tense music)
- Sarah!
(Val panting)
Sarah, he's crazy!
He's crazy! We have to go!
- No!
- We have to get out!
(tense music continues)
(Val gasps)
- Val?
- Run.
- Oh, fuck.
What did I do?
Wait!
Wait, Sarah!
Sarah!
(suspenseful music)
(thunder booms)
Sarah, stop!
(suspenseful music continues)
(Sarah panting)
(thunder rumbles)
(Sarah gasps)
(dramatic music)
(Sarah whimpers)
(thunder booms)
(rain pattering)
(tense music)
(thunder rumbles)
Sarah!
Sarah, are you in here?
(Sarah weakly whimpers)
Oh, come on!
You ran off before you gave me
a chance to explain anything.
I didn't want to
have to chase you.
Hey.
You wanna hear something
really fucked up?
(Zach sighs)
Okay.
Here goes.
I've been in love with you
ever since we first met.
(Zach sighs)
Okay.
I said it.
And I would have all
these fantasies about
telling you how I felt,
sweeping you off your feet.
You were so sad,
and I thought I was gonna be
the one to make you happy.
Well, obviously, I didn't have
the courage to say anything,
and then, one day, you
tell me you like girls
and you have a crush on one.
- Stephanie Waterman,
of all fucking people?
And, clearly, nothing's changed
because I still
do not understand
your taste in women at all.
So I stayed the good friend,
even though I knew it would
never work out between us,
but I never stopped
loving you, Sarah,
and then Casey came along
and I loved her too.
As much as I could anyway,
because I was holding
back most of what I had
for an impossible cause!
(Zach screams)
Fuck!
God damn it!
(Sarah groans)
Fucking bitch!
Get the fuck over here!
(Sarah gasps)
You fucking bitch!
(Zach angrily growls)
(flesh squelches)
(Zach groans)
- Fucking psycho.
(Valarie grunts)
(Zach screams)
(Valarie grunts)
(Zach shouts)
(Valarie groans)
(tense music continues)
(body thumps)
(Zach groaning)
(Zach panting)
(Sarah grunts)
(Sarah panting)
- Please, I don't wanna die.
(Sarah shouting)
(somber music)
(thunder rumbles)
(Sarah wailing)
(Sarah hysterically screams)
(Sarah whimpers)
(somber music continues)
(Valarie coughing)
(Valarie hysterically chuckles)
- Hey, girl.
- I thought you were dead.
- I think you might
have been right.
- Don't say that.
(Valarie wryly chuckles)
- It's fucking hard to breathe.
- It's okay. Just relax.
Just relax, okay? You can't go.
You can't go, Val.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
(Sarah sobbing)
You said you loved me.
- Yeah.
(gentle music)
Yeah. Yeah, I did.
- Do you regret it?
- Best decision I ever made.
(Valarie softly chuckles)
(Sarah sobs)
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no. You can't go.
Please don't go.
(Sarah indistinctly murmurs)
(tender music)
No.
(Sarah sniffles)
(Sarah sobs)
(Sarah softly whimpering)
(Sarah softly sobs)
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(car rumbling)
(Sarah screams)
- Shit!
(tires screeching)
(Sarah shrieks)
Shit!
(glass clatters)
(engine sputtering)
(crickets chirping)
(door creaks)
(car dinging)
(door slams)
(Greg groans)
(solemn music)
(Greg gasps)
No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
Please, please, no,
no, no, no, no, no!
Zach!
Zach, where are you, man?
Ah, damn it.
Hey, Zach!
Zach, man, I called the cops.
I finally got through
to 'em, but God knows
when the fuck they're gonna
get all the way out here.
Ah, man.
(Greg sighs)
Zach, I'm coming in!
(Greg grunts)
(tripwire twangs)
(flesh squelches)
(Greg groaning)
(somber music)
(owl hooting)
(siren distantly wailing)
(somber music continues)
(police radio chattering)
- Why don't you go
check out over there?
Shit.
Got a body, dead!
- [Officer] I got two more!
- What in God's name were
these kids up to out here?
- What the fuck?
- All right. Let's call this in.
(solemn music)
Hey, what the hell was the
address of this place again?
- [Sarah] Hey!
Hey, I'm here!
- Please!
- Call an ambulance!
Let's get an ambulance out here!
It's okay.
It's okay. We got you.
Please, I need you to tell
me what happened out there.
Ma'am, ma'am, you have
to tell me what happened.
(Sarah sobs)
Ma'am, please stay
with me. Stay with me.
Come on.
- What happened?
- Yes. What happened?
- I have no
fucking clue.
(solemn music continues)
(Sarah gasps)
Please.
Please tell me you
have a cigarette.
- No. I quit last year.
It's unhealthy.
- Who cares?
(somber folk music)
(Sarah hysterically laughing)
And Mary may come
And Mary may go
Hello, hello,
hello, hello, hello
And she speaks to me
if she speaks at all
At all, at all, at
all, at all, at all
Lie in the ditch and
die, you son of a bitch
For I will die as
you have never died
For a lock of her hair
I would die anywhere
For a look in her eyes
I would die a thousand times
I would die a thousand times
And the devil may come
And the devil may go
Hello, hello,
hello, hello, hello
And he speaks to me
If he speaks at all
At all, at all, at
all, at all, at all
Lay in the ditch and
die, you son of a bitch
For I will wake as
you have never woke
Climb up on the cross in
the sky like an albatross
For I will die as
you have never died
For a lock of her hair
I would die anywhere
For a look in her eyes
I would die a thousand times
I would die a thousand times
For a lock of her hair
I would die anywhere
For a look in her eyes
I would die a thousand times
I would die a thousand times
(intense rock music)
I lost my shit
And found myself
Sick of doubting
my mental health
Beginning to live
like the end times
And I'm so sorry
I apologized
For thinking, for
seeing, for reading
The writing on the
wall, erase it all.
I learned my fucking lesson
And now I press on
Calling out my doubts
My self-esteem is
I think it's time
I let it all go
(rock music decrescendos)