All language subtitles for Pillow Party Massacre (2023) Inglés

Good boy, good boy

Good boy

Good boy

I promise to build you a
machine

To stitch the sky back into
one piece

Before tonight

Please play with dead
thoughts and memories

Because I'm tired of being
safe

In my mind

So who am I

Who am I

So goodbye, goodbye everyone

Goodbye

Goodbye, there are no keys
left to stab my secrets with

In my mind

And if you find a
grave made for objects

In a place where no
one takes them home

It's all right, it's all right

It's all right, it's all right

Goodbye, goodbye everyone

Goodbye

Goodbye, there are no keys
left to stab my secrets with

In my mind

And if you find a
grave made for objects

In a place where no
one takes them home

I will help you figure it out

And write a history for
dead animals in pink scarves

- Hey, could you be a
little more discreet?

- Just knock it off.
- Hurry up.

- Hey, excuse me for not
wanting to get caught.

- Well, you're talking to this
year's Tolo queen, Samantha.

You really think I'm gonna get
caught?

We're all good here. Here.
- Yeah.

- All right.

It is now time for all you
Montagues to find your Capulets

and mos on down to the dance
floor

for our very last slow dance.

Hold your partner tight and
squeeze them even closer,

if you will.

- Have I ever told you
how pretty you look?

- Only about 50 times
tonight. That's 51, actually.

- Oh, well, I meant it every
single time.

Are you sure there's no
way I can convince you

to come out with us?
- I would if I could.

- Come on, sneak out.

- My dad would literally kill
me.

- I know, but I wanna be alone
with you.

- I know you do.

- How about we go somewhere
a little bit more private?

- Like now? Where?

Tell me funny stories

You gotta be kidding me.

- You want to?

- Go make out in a
mausoleum of dirty gem socks

and god knows what else?

Be still my beating heart.

- I can go and you follow.

To keep anyone next to me

- What's up, bitches?
- Hey!

- Gotta get some before
Mikki and Alana down at all.

- Like I believe you

haven't been generously
helping them down it yourself.

- So where's Carter?

- Oh, he is waiting for me.

We're gonna hang out for a bit.

- Damn, Ash.
- Called it.

- Oh my God. I am not going
to, you know, with, with him.

We're just, we're just
gonna be alone for a minute.

Mm-hmm.

- All right. Well, I gotta say
it.

Stating the obvious here, Ash,

but you were right about Carter
Fisher and we were wrong.

- Yeah.

I knew he would come over
to the dark side eventually.

They always do.

- Oh, Ash. Oh my Ash.

Bye bye.

- Carter?

Carter?

Are you in here?

Fuck! Don't do that!
- Why not?

- Because then it's gonna be
lights out for you, buddy.

- Don't tell me that didn't
get your blood pumpin'.

- Hello, ladies.
- Oh God.

- Excuse me. Thank you.

- Pardon? Freak.

- You know, I'm willing to bet
that,

underneath that Nancy Drew
exterior,

there's a leather studded
corset just waiting to come out,

all right?
- Beat it, jerk off.

- See, you're so good at
bossing men around already.

All you need is a little,
little riding crop and-

- She means piss off, get
away, and lose it! Bye!

- Well, whenever you're ready.

- Why don't you play more
of that Depeche Mode,

Sigue Sigue Sputnik,
whatever that garbage is.

- Never gonna be ready.
- Nice try.

I love DJ.

- Wait, maybe I should...

Oh, unless you don't
want to.

I mean, we don't have to.

I just-
- Quickly.

Wait, that was fast. Did you
sprint through the dance?

People are gonna notice
that we're in here.

April Fools!

- Nice tits, Ash.
- Holy shit.

- I'm sorry, Ash. I've been
planning this for way too long.

- Oh, come on!

- Fuck, she's pissed.

- Ash? No, she'll be fine.

- Yeah. She's the queen
of this kind of stuff.

- Ah, we just better watch
out for her retaliation prank.

- However bad she got you
that last time, Miles,

I couldn't even imagine.

- You know, in a few weeks,

she'll be showing people the
video

and laughing along with the rest
of us.

- Wow. Ash really did go home,
huh?

- Yeah. She must be super
pissed.

- No, she's fine.
- Come on.

How many pranks has she
pulled on us over the years?

- Like so many. She's fine.

- All right, and for your
last song of the night,

this is a tune very near
and dear to my heart.

So I'm need every dance to
get out there, get sweaty,

get rockin', and get your
bodies moving to this tune.

- I gotta bleed the lizard.
- Oh boy.

There you go. Okay.

All right, you're good. Damn
champ.

Ashley?

This is a joke, right?

- Everybody get down!

- Where is he? Where's he at?
- I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
He's, he's, he's been shot.

- What?
- He, he-

- What happened? What happened?

- Mrs. Fisher, Mrs. Fisher.

He's, he appears to have been
shot.

I'm sorry. He's on his
way to the hospital.

- What? No, no!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- No! No!

- Yeah, I, I know Alana.
I, I wanna see you, too.

I just, I'm not sure it's a good
time.

I don't wanna be a drag.

No, I know, I know it'll be
fun. I just, I'm not sure.

Because I can't give you a
definite answer right now.

Look, I, I just landed.

Can I please just call you back
later?

Yes. Yes, yes.

Alana, yes, I promise. Later,
okay?

Okay. Bye.

I love you, too. Okay, bye.

Joanne. Joanne!

- So you're gonna spend
the whole summer stomping

around Grandma's house?
- Fuck off.

- You wanna talk about it?

Or that's a healthy coping
mechanism, too.

- Well, where do you draw the
line

when the groove is this deep?

- And one.

Oh, speaking of shitty
existences, what's her name?

Carter's mom, Mrs.
Fisher. She, she says hi.

She came by the other day.

Felt kind of weird getting
condolences from her.

Jesus. I'm
so glad I wasn't here.

Did, did she seem okay?
- Yeah, she seemed fine.

Just wanted to know how you
girls were,

what you were up to this summer,

at school, you know, shit like
that.

- God, it's just one thing
after another. It never ends.

- Care to elaborate on that one?

- Like, my life hasn't had
enough fucked up twists and
turns

for you to not pick up
what I'm putting down?

- Oh, yeah, that's right.
You oughta write a novel.

- Okay, like today.

Even from beyond the grave,

Mom has found a way to
screw with my mental health.

- Your mother's a bitch. She'll
pay for what she did to you.

- You know, I, I try to take
some time.

I'm spending my summers on
campus.

Per request from Dr.
Mockley,

I come home to try and put
my shit behind me and bam.

- Yeah.

Can't believe ma would keel
over just despite you like that.

- Screw off. You asked.

They all despised her,

or at least they hated her
enough

to cut her out and let us
deal with that bullshit.

But no, now she's gone,
and here they all are,

saying all these nice things
about her,

saying how great she was, this
performative fucking shit.

- Yeah, that's precisely the
reason I

didn't wanna have a wake.

I knew that they would all come.

- And then right on cue,

all the girls and Alana
are blowing up my phone

to go to fucking Burnt
Bridge Lake like nothing.

If there was just one goddamn
thing I wish we would do

is to talk about what
is actually happening.

- I'm confused. Are you
still complaining about Mom?

- All of it, everything. I don't
know.

Sometimes I do feel like
I am completely alone,

like I'm the only one standing
there

not pretending the world isn't
turning.

- Is that gonna make it any
better?

- What?

- Like, if you acknowledge it
and, and wallow in this shit,

is that gonna make you feel
better?

- I think it would give us
some closure by facing it.

- Filthy female cow. Make it
laugh.

- You know, facing your
problem doesn't always mean

that you've conquered it.

You know I love you, right?

But I gotta tell ya,

if you're gonna spend
my summer fee fi foeing

around Grandma's house,

it's gonna send my brain
into hyper drive mode,

and the only way that I
can purge that from myself

is to blow it out with a bullet.

You're such a dick.

- So unless you would
like to go to another wake

with all of our family
members blathering on

about how great and wonderful I
am,

I suggest that you just take a
couple

of deep breaths, right?

You let out some woo saws,

and you just go hang out
with your fucking friends.

I mean, for the first time in
two years,

just be a piece of shit
like everybody else.

- It's gonna be really
weird without Ashley there.

- Yeah, it probably will.

- How am I not supposed to
imagine her

in some padded room the minute
we walk into that place?

- Not gonna lie to you. You
probably will, all of you.

But, I mean, isn't that what you
want now?

To have everybody face it?

- Not one of them will even
mention it.

- Well, fuck, Sam. Do they have
to?

News flash, not everybody
copes the same way you do,

and odds are you're probably

gonna end up having a good time.

And even if you don't, right?

Even if you get there and you
feel shitty,

maybe you can take some
comfort in the fact that,

by you being there, maybe they
have less shitty of a time.

It'll be your one good
deed for the summer.

Just, just go, Samantha. You're
the strong one, remember?

- Hello?
- Hey!

So are you still able to pick me
up?

- Are you gonna go?
- Yeah.

I think maybe getting away
for a few days could be-

- Oh my God, yes! Sam's
coming.

- Hey, you're gonna go?
- Yes.

Okay. I am beyond
stoked. I am so excited.

- Yeah. Yeah, me, too.

What? Oh, right,
right.

Do you wanna get a ride with us?

Are you sure
you still have room for me?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, Mikki's just gonna meet us
there

since she's coming up from
Westerns.

Made more sense to do it that
way.

Miss me?

Oh my God.

I won't eat the horror

And I won't speak of diseases
here

Stitches like stars I've
followed

Neatly mended seats that heal

Saliva in your books about
love

I'm thumbing my way through
them, dear

Now it's a baby's breath

That I will not hear

Now it's a baby's breath

- Alana? Alana, is that you?

Alana? Is that you?

Alana? Hello?

Alana! This isn't funny!

Hello?

What the fuck?

Alana, I swear to God, if
you're fucking around with me.

What the fuck, dude?

I give you one more chance,
Alana.

Alana!

What the fuck? Where's my knife?

- Oh my God! You look amazing!

Yes!

- Are you so ready for this?
- Yeah, yeah. It'll be fun.

- Hell yeah! Panther squad back
in action.

- Oh my God, Panther squad?

I haven't thought about that in
years.

- Oh God. What were we, like,
10?

Yeah, ridiculous.

- All right, let's go. Come on!

- Yes!
- Let's go!

- Woo!
- Come on!

- I'm coming.
- Woo!

- Holy fucking shit!

- It's fucking hippies.
- Amber alert probably.

- Hey, remind me why we come
here and overpay for supplies?

Because it's tradition, Sam.
Come on.

Okay.

All units
be advised,

there is a possible 1098,
10 niner eight issued

for the greater Columbia County.

All cars within broadcast
range, please come back.

- 1098? From where?

- Probably Rainier Spring
Psychiatric Hospital.

It is the closest.
- Okay.

- NPS car 2, 10-4.
- Copy that.

- Aw, poor guy. I feel so bad
for him.

Yeah.

- What. he's like our dads' age?

Probably his kids or something
somewhere.

- One second.

Excuse me. Hi, excuse me.

I, I don't know if you
maybe want something to eat,

but I do have like Corn
Nuts if, if you want them.

I, I have like a
dollar or two.

- Thank you. Th-th-th-thank you
so much.

Yeah, here you go.

- Thank you. God bless you young
ladies.

You, you wanna beer?

Oh, no, no. I, I,
I, I couldn't, I couldn't.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Here, please.

- Oh, God.

Thanks again. This is very nice
of you.

You're very gracious,
beautiful young ladies.

This is the nicest thing I've
seen in a long, long time.

- Of course.
- Our pleasure.

- The world is a better
place with you all in it.

- Thank you. I hope you have a
nice day.

- Here, here, w-wait a moment.

I, I got this from a man in
Rumaila.

He was a member of the
Iraqi Republican Guard,

an older gentleman.

He, he was injured by a mortar,

and I pulled him to an American
med unit,

and he gave me this coin and
said he got it from someone

he'd given shelter to.

Said next time someone does
something generous for me

to give 'em this coin,
tell 'em to do the same,

the idea of being, as long
as the coin keeps moving,

there's still some good in the
world.

- I can't take this.

- Don't hang onto it too long.

Don't let the coin stop
circulating.

- Thank you.

- You girls have a wonderful
day.

- Thank you. You, too.

- No, what does that mean?

Okay, well, then what should we
do?

No, I mean, yes, yes.

No, I'm glad you did too, Mom.
I...

No, we will, we will.

If you could just keep me
updated, that'd be great.

Bye. Yeah, I love you.

Bye.
- What's wrong?

Well, this is fucking crazy.
- What?

- You know that emergency
service announcement we got?

Well, there was, there was a
breakout at Rainier Springs.

- Wait, really?

- Yeah, I mean, nothing's
confirmed,

but my mom just wanted to
see if we saw it, you know,

and she just, she still thinks
we should enjoy the weekend,

not let it worry us too much.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

- Escaped prisoner, college
girls, and a cabin in the woods?

I've seen this movie before.

- Yeah, totally a horror movie.

- Yeah, great, but this
isn't a horror movie.

This is real life, so.

- And statistically, you know,

a house up on Burnt Bridge Lake,

it's, it's like the
safest place you could be.

- A fucking army could roll
through there

and nobody would even find us.

Come on.

- NPS car 2 to Everglade
dispatch, over.

Go ahead,
NPS, over.

- Regarding the possible 1098,

you've got about two
officers on duty covering

over 20 miles of forest road.

Requesting additional
information.

- Shangri-La.
- Hamunaptra.

- Well, hello again.
- Oh my God.

I'm so glad my mom kept
this house in the divorce!

Huh.
- What?

- Goddamn key isn't here.

Huh. Well, if that isn't
sketchy.

Oh, Ron, you moron. God.

- How is your brother anyway?
- Stupid.

He's good. I guess they're
buying a place.

- Still with Catherine Simmons?

- Yep.

- How's she?
- Still a cunt.

Oh, yes! Oh my goodness, guys!

- Need another beer yet?

- Come on.
- What is this?

What the, really? A cutting
board?

God, fucking Ronald. Damn
brother.

Stupid brother.

- Here.
- Hit me, too.

- All right. What is this to?

- Summer break!

The answer
is not on the board, Miles.

Alana, you got a better one?
- Gettin' fucking trashed!

- Yeah!
- No, come on.

We gotta have something better
than that.

Let me think.
- Panther squad.

- Panther squad, bitches!
- Ooh, Sam!

- All right.
- Panther squad, bitches!

- Cheers.
- Panther Squad.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheer.

- I'm surprised Mikki isn't
here.

- I know. I thought she'd
beat us here by hours.

- Someone should call her.

- Let's see if you can
find the spot, Alana.

- I mean, it's like right here.

- If Mikki's still Mikki,

she's probably lost and
we'll have to go find her.

- Remember that one 4th of
July up here by ourselves

and Mikki got lost at the
lake when the sun was setting?

- Yeah, because you and her went

for a walk completely shit
faced, right?

- I wasn't.

- Oh, I remember you being
drunk, like fucked kind of
drunk.

- Oh, off that gross
malt stuff Ron bought us.

Oh God.

- I was not drunk.
- Found it!

And then, and then we saw
you guys, then we all hid,

and then Ashley jumped
out of the bushes at you.

I knew you were there. I could
hear you.

- And Mikki screamed so
loud that she peed herself.

We had to come back and put
her in the bath. Fuck.

God, was that the last time
we were up here altogether?

- Yeah.

Yeah, Mikki and Ashley didn't,

didn't go for spring
break our senior year, so-

- Didn't answer.
- She's probably close.

- Yeah, at a service range on
the 101.

- I call it, Miss Cleo.
- Mikki!

- Oh, good afternoon, girls.

Are your, your parents here

or the owner of the residence,
maybe?

- Well, yeah, it's my mom's
house,

so is there something wrong?
- Oh, no, ma'am.

We're with the National Park
Service,

and we saw you guys headed up
this way,

and we thought we'd just,
you know, stop in and,

and let you guys know that
there is in fact still a,

a burn ban and effect in the
area.

So, you know, no campfires, no
grilling.

I don't know if you ladies
or smokers, but, you know,

just put your butts
out before tossing 'em.

- Okay, thanks.

- Yeah, like I said, we're just,

just doing a general welfare
check of the area and-

- You know, sorry to bother you,
ladies.

- Yeah.
- Thank you for your time.

Come on, Shawna.
- Okay, thanks.

- Oh, wait, wait.

So we got that emergency
service alert or whatever.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

So do you know anything about it
or?

- Nah, I wouldn't worry about
that. Everything's okay.

- Was it really a prison break?

- Well, we don't have any
concrete information right now,

and nothing's been confirmed,
so, again,

nothing to worry about.

Just have a great rest of your
evening.

- Yeah, I mean, unless it's
Bear Grylls that escaped,

think you guys are in a
pretty good spot.

- Anyway, have a great
rest of your evening.

Sorry to bother you ladies,

and keep that drinking to a
minimum, okay?

- Okay.
- Have, have fun.

- Come on, Shawna.
- Thank you.

- Yeah, Blue Lives Matter or
whatever.

- Sh!

Sh sh sh!
- What?

- Are you trying to get us in
trouble?

- Oh, fuck them.

- You gotta be fucking kidding
me.

- What?

- I've got four delicious
little girls up in this cabin.

I mean, what is this, the
Washington Chainsaw Massacre?

- Well, that's what happens

when you only have two peace
officers

covering 20 square miles of
forest land.

It'll be fine.

- What side of the bed do you
want?

Apologies in advance,
but I just gotta say it.

It's gonna be a little
weird without Ashley here.

I know, it's, it's...

I just had to say it.
- No, I'm so glad you did.

I've been thinking the exact
same thing.

It's, it's almost why I didn't
come, if I'm being honest.

- I'm glad you decided
to. I miss you, Sam.

- I miss you, too, and I am
having fun.

Me, too.

- Does it, does it ever
make you feel guilty?

You know, that you're happy?
Does that even make sense?

- Sorta. I think I know what you
mean.

- You know, it's like with my
mom.

You know, I, I feel guilty that
I'm okay.

Everyone keeps saying how bad
they feel,

and it's not that I feel
good or that I'm not sad,

but, you know.
- Yeah.

- Our relationship was
not the best, but still,

I don't know, I feel like
karma is gonna come for me,

and same with Ashley, you know?

I mean, we, how do I say this?

Nothing happened to us. You
know, everyone felt bad for us.

We were the victims.

Everyone held our hand, and, I
don't know,

I feel guilty that I can come
here

and, and be happy, you know?

And I need to know that
I'm not the only one who,

who sees it for what it is.

- I guess.

But let's not let
it ruin our time, you know?

I don't wanna stew. It's not
good for me.

Of course, I wish things were
different

and Ashley were with us.

- She is. Ashley will always be
with us.

- Hey, are you two
assholes like going to bed

or are you gonna come have a
drink?

- Yeah!
- Come on!

- Oh, it's gonna be
perfect for sunbathing.

- Oh, I'm fucking dying in
there, dude.

How do people do that?
- Easy peasy.

- No. That's not fun.

- I know.
- Nailed it.

- I don't know. It's been a long
time.

- You'll get used to it.
- You know?

or
something.

- Hand me one of those, will ya?

Ooh. This is great.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Oh, I needed this.

Hey, Alana.
- Yo.

- Truth or dare?

- Fuck. What are we, 12?

Truth.

- Have you seen Chris
since you've been back?

- I mean, you mean like seen,
seen him?

- Like with your eyes.
Have you talked to him?

- I mean, he came sulking around
here

when I first got back to my
mom's.

- Really? Okay, and then what
happened?

- I told him to get lost.
- Really?

Truthfully now, Alana.
- Am I speaking Norwegian?

I told him to never contact me
again.

- Okay. I guess we
must've heard wrong then.

All right, your turn.
- Okay. Miles.

Truth or dare?
- Truth.

- Okay, what's the
craziest thing you've done

since starting college?

- Craziest?
- Or, or big or unexpected?

- I mean, I came out to my dad.

- Really?
- No shit.

How did it old Pastor Pat take
that one?

- Pretty well, actually. He kind
of knew.

- That's good. Congrats.
- Yeah.

All right, Sam. Truth or dare?

- Dare.

Oh shit, I don't really
have a dare. Let me think.

I, I dare you to-

- Fuck it. Truth then.
- Okay, good.

In the case of an emergency,

like let's say that escaped
ex murderer comes around,

who here do you trust the least?

- Barb.
- What?

- I'm sorry.
- I love you, but yeah,

of everyone here, it's you.

All right, thank you
for that.

Okay, well then, it's
my turn,

and Barb, truth or dare?

- Truth, truth.

- After all of this time,

how do you feel about what
happened?

- Honestly, I tried everything
to not think about it at all.

- Can I ask why?

- I don't think it would help.

- Jesus Christ, you guys!

Can't somebody like dare
someone to go eat a worm

and streak around the backyard?

- Okay, fuck Alana, go
eat a worm or something.

- Don't fuck with me. I will do
it.

I will eat that worm.

- Fuck Sloan, marry Dr.
Owen, kill Shepherd.

- Wow, okay. Marry Dr. Owen,
huh?

- He seems like he'd be a
good husband and father.

- He was in the military,
so you'd always be safe.

- Hey, you doing okay?
- Yeah, yeah, sure.

- You just seem upset all of a
sudden.

- I think I'm just having a
moment.

It's really weird being here.
Just kind of sinking in.

- Yeah, but you can't
let it ruin your time.

- How can it not?

You know, I thought coming
here after all this time,

we'd get some kind of closure,

but instead we're sitting
here in, in this place,

pretending like the whole
world didn't just happen.

Who's pretending?

- Sam, there's not gonna
actually

be any ever like real closure.

I mean, once the door's
open, it's open forever.

- Come on, you guys.

- I guess I'm just disappointed

that we're not even gonna talk
about it.

- Why?

- Because I think it would help.

- It's fucking morbid is what it
is.

Forget it. We'll just
go back to pretending.

- Okay, I'm gonna get another
drink.

Who wants another drink?
- What is your problem?

- My problem?

Everyone here is laughing
and giggling and carrying on,

and sure, that's been great,

but I kind of hate that I
am the only one who seems

to feel weird and guilty for
being here!

You know, I really thought that
we

would at least talk about it.

- Okay, and what do you wanna
talk about?

How can we even talk about it?

Like you want me to say that,
yes,

I feel like dog shit every day,
Sam?

- No, that's not exactly-
- Do you feel better? Do you?

Because I don't.

- Not everything is about you.

No, not
everything is about you.

Not everyone copes the
same way you do, Sam.

Some of us just wanna feel
normal.

I just wanna feel normal again.

After all these years of
not seeing each other,

maybe we shouldn't open old
wounds.

- Excuse me for thinking that
this trip

could be therapeutic.

Maybe then we could stop going
around pitying ourselves.

- I go around pitying for
myself?

I gotta tell you, girl,
that's fucking hilarious.

You go around trying to fix
everyone else's problems

when guess what?

Nobody asked you to.
- You know, whatever.

- Fuck it, Barb.
- Sam!

- You don't know me at all
anymore!

- Actually, Sam, we know
you better than anyone else,

and that's why you're being
such a bitch right now.

Look, I'm really sorry that
I reacted like that,

so I don't-
- Hey Barb.

I'm a bitch? That's fucking
hilarious.

- You fucked up now. You fucked
up now!

- Barb, Barb, Barb!
- Hold her back!

Hold her the fuck back!
- Cut it out!

- Oh my God.
- Come on!

I'll show you!
- Come on, Barb!

- I'll shut your fucking face!

- Barb, come on! Come on now!
- Knock it off!

It's done! We're done!

Incised light through a
doorway

Caressing lungs preserved

Just smile at us instead

'Cause your words are
useless I muttered

Obliged by noose and handshake

An abscessed sun for once

Be childlike instead

'Cause your words
are cruel I stuttered

- Skip?

- Tell you what. I'm gonna take
this one.

All right, stay here but call it
in.

- Copy.

- NPS, car 2-

- Hey Shawna, tell me you called
this in.

Shawna, quit joking around.

Shawna? Shawna!

Wait!

My God!

My God!

- I love you guys.
- I love you guys, too.

Yeah. I think we
needed that.

- My whole life's become a
cliche.

- Hey, someone should try Mikki
again.

I'm starting to get worried.
- Yeah, me, too.

- What was that?
- Sh. Listen.

- You guys, relax. It's probably
nothing.

Ugh. Don't even trip.

- Oh, wait.

- Seriously, you guys
stop freaking me out.

I'm just gonna go check.

- Just, just wait. Just wait for
us.

- Oh!
- Oh my God!

- Shit!
- What the fuck?

I'm sorry.

- What you doing here?
- I'm trying to scare you.

No, Chris! Oh
my God, you have to leave.

- What? Don't be mad.
- This is unbelievable.

- Oh, I was just trying to
play a little prank. Hey!

Wait. Alana.

Wait.
- She told you to go.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Look, I just really
wanted to see you again.

- Again?
- Hey, dude.

I think we should just go.
- Just wait, okay?

- All right.
- Okay, look.

Hey, you said you were coming up
here.

I thought that meant, you know,

maybe you wanted me to stop by.

- You can't stay here, Chris.

- Okay, fine.

I'll leave, but can I
just see you for a second?

I drove all the way out here.
- Look, Chris, you have to go.

- Can we at least just
talk for a minute and then,

look, okay?

Fine. We will leave.

- Look, I'm not doing anything,
Chris.

- Who said anything about
that? I just wanna see you.

Hey, look, I'll keep my hands
in my pockets the whole time.

I'll be a perfect, gentleman.

Hi, I'm Adam.

Wow, you really did a number
on this place. Looks fun.

- Yeah, it was.
- Yeah.

I'm sorry. You know, for us
just showing up like this.

I thought Chris was invited.

That's at least what he told me.

- It's cool.

- And here I thought I was
invited to this cool cabin

with a house full of
bunch of hot single girls.

Yeah, I should've caught on
that.

Maybe it was too good to be
true.

- Yeah, you probably should've.

- My bad.

- Jesus. How long is she gonna
be?

It's been
almost 20 minutes already.

- Yeah, he's really hanging on
tonight!

- Ugh, this is boring.
- You guys wanna smoke weed?

I'm sorry, I just meant
that I have a spliff.

Do you guys wanna smoke?

- No.

We grew up and developed
real drug habits, so thanks.

- Right. My bad.

Yeah, sorry. I'm just
gonna go wait outside.

Whenever they're done talking or
whatever,

just let Chris know I'll be
out there waiting for him.

Yeah, I'm just, just gonna go.

- Okay, now I feel bad.

Hey.
- Hey.

Yeah, sure.

- So how do you know Chris?

- We met at work, started
hanging out.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Where do you work?
- Classic Kitchen Buffet.

We work in the back.

- Cool.
- Yeah.

Hey, I'm sorry about crashing
your party.

I really didn't know that-
- No, no, it's fine.

I'm sorry for how we reacted
towards you.

That really wasn't cool.
- It's all right.

- So you, you don't have to wait
out here.

Knowing those two, it's gonna be
awhile.

- Yeah.
- So you can come back in

and have a drink if you want.
- All right, cool. Thanks.

I'm, I'm gonna just finish this,

and then I'll come in for a
minute.

- Okay. Sounds good.

- Looks like a really good talk.

- I don't know what you're
talking about.

- Hey, where's Adam?
- He's outside smoking.

- Oh, okay.

Is that a cue to exit?

Adam?

- I'm not cheating.
- You gotta stop cheating.

- I just-
- Hey!

Are you sure he didn't come back
in here?

- Who? What, who?

- Adam.
- No, he was just right there.

- Well, I couldn't find him.

Stay here.

- Nothing, babe.
- First Mikki then...

You don't think-
- No fucking way.

You guys lock the back door.

- Whoa.

Whoa, what the fuck is wrong?

- Okay, there's been some
really weird going on all day.

- Right? Where the hell is
Mikki?

- That's what I'm thinking.
- I'm calling her right now.

- Okay. Hey, don't trip, all
right?

He's probably just out
taking a piss somewhere.

I didn't mean to freak you out.

- Okay, let's just be sure.

Too many weird things have
happened today

to just be a coincidence,
and, to be honest,

I have had this kind of weird
gut feeling about it all day.

- He's probably just down
by the car taking a piss.

- She's still not answering.

I'm, I'm gonna, just gonna call
my mom.

- Guys, this is weird.
Let's get outta here.

- Just wait. It's safer inside.

- Hey, Mom.
- Okay,

can someone please tell me
what the fuck is going on?

- Okay, you heard that
emergency alert earlier?

Well, Barb's mom called to tell
us

that somebody fucking escaped
from prison,

and then we get here,
and now Mikki is missing.

- And she should've been
here before we were.

- Okay, as always, you
are overreacting, Alana.

You, you and your friends,
they always do this.

- Okay, this is serious, Chris.

No one's been able to get ahold
of her.

- Yeah, but plus these cops came
by

doing this weird welfare
check or something.

- I'm trying to hear! Shh!

- You know, we would still be a
thing

if it weren't for shit like
this.

- Shh!
- I'm just gonna-

- Sh!
- Wait, stop!

- What, Mom?

No, I, I was...

No, I was saying, are you sure?

Okay, yeah,

because she's just still
answering her phone, so.

Okay. I love you.

Bye.
- What did she say?

She, well,

I feel like a fucking idiot now.

That emergency service
announcement, it's a false
alarm.

- Really?
- Yeah,

but she's gonna call Mikki's
parents

and see if they've heard.
- Thank god. Jesus Christ, I-

- Great. Now can I go
find my friend please?

- Yeah, go for it.

- Oh my God. My heart is still
pounding.

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, we were all thinking
the same thing, right?

I suppose it is a little stupid.

- I wish my gut would agree with
you.

I just can't shake the...

- I really hope Mikki is okay.

- Hey, Adam! Freaking out the
girls, man!

I'm this close to
threesome that blond girl.

Where are you? Adam!

Come on, man. Freaking out the
girls.

What's that?

Shit.

- What's Adam's deal?

- I mean, I don't really know
him. Why?

- He seemed like a nice guy.

I mean, I really questioned
his taste in friends, but-

- Yeah, look, Sam. No.
- Seriously.

- Yeah,

we do not need another friend
with a toxic boyfriend.

- I'm laying right here.
- Okay, calm down.

It's just, I'm going
to be here this summer,

and he actually seemed like a
nice guy.

- Yeah, everybody seems like a
nice guy.

Please, girl. Do not
pull an Alana.

- Still right here!

Oh my God. There they are.
- Good. Now they can leave.

- I thought I told you-

Whoa! Call 911!
- What?

Stay away from the
windows!

- Hello? Yes, I'm at 992-

- Run. Run!

- It's okay. It's okay, Miles.

Miles, it's okay. Sh.

I know, I know.

No, no, no, no, Miles, no, sh!
Miles!

This is our only fucking chance.

We have to run. We have to go.

We have to go. Okay, okay?

We're gonna make a run for it.

Okay, make a run for it.

Look.

Okay, let's go, let's go.

Track team, bitches.

- Ashley, we didn't mean to hurt
you.

Please! Please!

- Sam, Sam.

We have to lock ourselves
in here. Come on.

- No, we have to lock the
front door. I heard him leave.

Just, I'll be right back.
- Oh, fuck it then.

- Use the deadbolt.

- Do you have your phone?

- No, no. I, I don't, I
don't know where it is.

- Jesus. Oh fuck, I
thought we were all dead.

- We have to lock the
back door and the windows.

- No, we need to call somebody.

- I know, I know. Oh my, oh my
God.

- Sh sh sh sh sh, hey, hey, hey.

Hey. Where is Miles and Alana?

- They made a run for it, I
think.

Whose is that?
- I dunno.

It's Mikki's wallet.

Ashley, is, is this because of
Ashley?

- Or if it was a fucking
coincidence, it wasn't!

- Okay, when I open this door,

I need you to slam it behind me.

I'm gonna go to the car. I'm
gonna get in.

I'm gonna bring it up to
the front of the house

as close as I get to the front
door.

And then whatever you do,
whatever you do,

do not lock this door because
if they are out there,

I'm gonna have to get in quick,

but once I'm back, we can
go into the car and get out.

- Okay, as soon as you pull up,

I'll get right over to the car.

- Okay, but I'm gonna
get this thing up there,

no matter what is out there,

so I don't want you to come
out running into a buzz saw.

- I can take care of myself.

- Okay, all right. Are you
ready?

- Wait. Do you hear something?

Okay. Go.

Oh God. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, Ashley.

Ashley, please, please, please.

- Fuck you up!

No!

No! No!

Stop! Stop!

You're fucked up!

Stop, stop! Fucking stop!

Take off your mask! Take
off your fucking mask now!

I wanna see your face.

Mrs. Fisher.

- You little bitch.

- Why? How, how could you?
- My son is dead.

Do you know what it's like to
lose the person that you love?

The people that just laugh and
they play?

Well, everybody's like,
"Oh, poor them, poor them."

Yeah. They're so sad.

That's why you didn't
even have the decency

to show up to the service
of person that you killed.

I buried my son, and you, you
didn't say a fucking word.

- Mrs. Fisher-
- Think you can kill me? Hmm?

Well, make your move.

I'm afraid to die.

I'm actually terrified.

I should've killed you
at your mother's wake.

I don't know why I do this
every year

I should have learned by
now that there is no one

In this world that I should be
with

But I want someone to
kiss me and hold me

And let me taste their skin

And tell me funny stories
about
the stupid things they did

But I'm not smart enough

And I'm not handsome enough

And I'm not into resting
enough

To keep anyone next to me

In the mornings I wake up
first

To pretend that life
won't get in the way

But I know that you are
beautiful

And there is no reason
why you should stay

Because I am so fucking stupid

And I am someone who is afraid

To be left by myself

And I do expect you

And I don't blame you

And I do expect you to
be leaving me on my own

Love doesn't exist in me

I don't trust anything but
puppets

And my secret place

This is why I always speak so
vaguely

And none of my songs
ever make any sense

I'm not smart enough

And I'm not handsome enough

And I'm not interesting enough

To keep anyone next to me