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(ominous music)

(snap)

(whispering)

(child singing)

- Shhhh! Sh! Sh!

(ominous music)

(speaks foreign language)

(sighs)

(ominous music)

- [Billy] This better be good shit, man, to climb down this fuckin' hole.

- [Dayton] We go right, right?

- How the fuck should I know?

Hey look, if we get lost on the way back,

at least we can get pie-eyed for a few days, uh?

- Fuckin' come on, will ya?

- Look, I'm not a drug dealer, Dayton.

My son's birthday is next week.

- [Dayton] This is primo stuff, Billy.

You'd be able to buy Matt like, a fuckin' horse with this stash.

(ominous music)

(whispering)

- What? What?

Did it just get colder in here?

- There!

(growling)

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

Blow, blow. They got me messed up on death row.

- New toy?

- Oh come on, live a little, wouldja?

- Oh, god.

- You gotta check this bitch out.

- Pffftt.

Aren't you a little old to playing army?

- Isn't it a little early to be smoking pot?

(sighs)

(plate clanks)

- Where'd you get this, anyway?

- Wes.

(knock at door)

- Malik?

- Oh no.

I'm in here, babe.

- Hey, babe.

(smooches)

Satan.

(chuckles)

Please take them.

Ah.

- What happened to you?

- I fell.

- How many times?

- Yours, no doubt.

- It's bitchin', huh?

Oh, uh, Wes said he was stoppin' by later, Em.

- How is Cappy?

- Uh, in bed, or in general?

- Whichever is the, uh, quickest answer.

- Quick would definitely be the answer.

(chuckles)

(rock music)

- Oh, fuck, speaking of the devil.

♪ Son, don't make a scene

♪ I'm only here to tell you

♪ It's not me

♪ I think you need to look

♪ At the situation

♪ And embrace yourself--

(mumbles)

You know I have neighbors, man.

- Where?

- Come on.

- What's up?

What's with the gimp?

- Ha, she fell.

(chuckles)

- Evidently.

- Want some breakfast?

- No, fuck no, man, I'm way too worked up to eat. - And why is that, Cappy?

- I'm glad you asked, Crutches.

Come on.

Okay, so I was cleaning out my uncle Carlos'

place the other day, you know for some extra cash?

- [Malik] Crazy Carlos.

- Yeah, I mean, whatever, whatever.

We've all seen and heard the stories, but

check this out.

This is great.

- What are you gettin' at, man?

- Alright, I know a guy, alright?

He said that he would meet us halfway.

- Uh huh, halfway f-f-for what?

- For 200 pounds of loveboat, okay?

Heeba cheeba.

And we man cometh.

- Dude, you're crazy.

We're connoisseurs, man, not--

- Not drug dealers.

- This ain't jama bama, okay?

The primo bud, the stuff that we can get on the other side,

it's twice as good as the stuff over in L.A.

I mean, not to mention, half the price.

I mean, we could trade this,

this, this sweet leaf straight up for cocaine in Pasadena.

- Cocaine?

- Yeah, bud's one thing.

Cocaine?

It's 10-15 upstate.

- [Barbie] I am not a drug dealer.

- As usual, I mean, you're not listening.

I mean, we're not gonna have

anything to do with cocaine, okay?

I was just using it to measure how good this weed is,

and how important this trip is, comprende?

- Well, what's our take?

- [Barbie] Okay, you're not really thinking.

- It's three grand a pound.

- Okay, that's a whole lotta take.

- Un butt fucking believable.

This is amazing.

- [Malik] What is it, Gen?

- These are the tunnels that our dads went into.

- [Barbie] And what?

- [Malik] And nothing.

Went south to Mexico and never came back.

Sad fucking story.

- Okay, screw the shit weed, you guys. You know what this means, Em?

- [Barbie] What does that mean? You know these tunnels?

- Yeah, she's been trying to get me to go down in those tunnels

since our fathers...

(eerie music)

- This is our chance, Em.

I mean, it's fate.

Don't you wanna find out, Em? I mean this is what we've always talked about.

- No, that's what you've always talked about.

- You're telling me you don't wanna find out?

So you don't wanna know if our dads just left us

for Mexico or if something else happened in those tunnels?

(sighs)

- I'll go if you go.

(sighs)

- You sure you know where this is? - [Wes] Sure as shit.

- Where the hell are we?

And how do we know this is even right?

(sighs)

(ominous music)

- This is right.

- Yeah, this, this looks familiar, I think.

- That's what you said and hour ago.

Look out!

- [Wes] Oh shit, shit, shit!

I think I hit him. - [Barbie] Where the hell did he go?

- [Gen] Malik, it's that, it's that guy, it's him. - [Malik] Dude, did you hit him?

- [Wes] Fuck, guys, the truck won't start.

- [Barbie] I am not walking with these crutches.

- [Wes] Quit your bitching.

It's right here.

(eerie music)

- [Wes] Come on, guys, hurry up.

(eerie music)

(snap)

(speaks foreign language)

- What did he say, Wes?

- He said, "Good luck."

"Have a good time, I hope the foot heals."

- Well, I'm not even gonna ask about the chicken.

- You don't,

you don't need to.

- Some Mexicans believe that, you know,

the souls in the body is the blood.

It's an offering.

- Okay, guys, can we get on with this?

- They say that if you catch a dead man's blood

before it hits the ground,

you get eternal protection.

(ominous music)

You can even control the dead.

(speaking foreign language)

(ominous music)

- Death row?

(sighs)

(speaking foreign language)

(ominous music)

- Shit.

- Yeah, it smells like my grandma's house.

- Oh, this'll be fun.

What, what was that?

- Maybe it was that crossing kid.

- Please don't start.

- Whoa, whoa, what crossing kid?

- Some father killed his kid down here years back.

- Oh, and I thought my dad was an asshole.

- Chill, we got enough juice to get to the border and back.

- I hope you're not afraid of the dark.

- Hooo hooo hooo whaaaa!

(ominous music)

- [Wes] Come on, people, let's move.

- [Gen] Are you sure you know where you're going?

- [Wes] I'm sure as shit. It's a tunnel, alright?

You go straight.

- [Gen] I just don't want an Intermedio crawling up my ass.

- [Wes] Oooh.

Is it wrong for me to be aroused by that?

- [Barbie] Okay, what's an Intermedio?

- [Wes] It's nothing.

It's, like, some rural Mexican nada.

- [Gen] Trust me, you don't wanna know.

- [Malik] Hey, I think she deserves to know, come on.

- [Barbie] What? What's going on?

- Let's move it, here.

- No, just tell me.

- Okay, El Intermedio, alright?

It's the in between.

It's like an old Spanish myth.

It's not a big deal.

- In between what?

- Alright.

They're stuck in between the living and the dead.

I mean, the Spanish thought that the El Intermedios

were, like, trapped souls or some shit.

- So, what does this have to do with us?

- These dudes are in between existence

and, uh, they're in the dirt.

They're pissed off, so anybody

who comes through here is dead.

- [Barbie] Why didn't you guys tell me about this?

- [Wes] Okay, listen, you don't have to stay. You can go back.

- It's true, Barbie, you don't have to stay.

- So, these in betweens are walkin' around right now

down here in these tunnels, I presume?

- So they say.

- Who's they?

- Urban legends, sweetie.

- And you believe this?

- Maybe I do.

- You know when you see somethin' out

of the corner of your eye

and you look, and it's not there? -Easy there, tiger.

- And you see a reflection.

And you look and you realize it's yours,

but it's really not.

- So, how do you get away?

- You mean, how do kill something that's already dead?

When you see it, you run, but

even then can't get away.

- So, when we die, people like you and me,

this is what we become?

- Well, it depends on if you believe in legends, sweetheart.

Arrrgh!

- Ah!

(chuckles)

- Okay, you are an asshole.

- Oh, come on.

Well, I mean, who's my pretty girl?

Hmmm?

Who's my good girl?

Who wants to come ride in the car with me? - Okay, screw you.

- Unh, come on, I'm not gettin' any tonight?

(ominous music)

- Hey, what are,

what are these things, here?

- Oh, those?

Those are um, those are safehouses.

Halfway points in case the cops bust the tunnel.

- Or the Intermedios bust down the other end.

What?

You're the only ones allowed to be twisted?

- Yeah. - Yup.

(chuckles)

- Why don't you two just get it over with

and just do it right now, hmmm?

- It's gotta be her sweet ass, right?

- Thanks for noticing.

'Tis hard right now.

(ominous music)

- Wes?

Wes?

(eerie music)

(water bubbles)

Ugh.

What the fuck?

(breathing heavily)

- Ah!

(screams)

(chuckles)

- You, you dick!

Did you see there was this...

- Wes, you ass, my god.

- Look, I wasn't doin' anything.

I mean, Miss Skiboot here's just a little jumpy.

- Well, Jesus, can you blame her?

- There was,

I mean,

I don't know.

- Alright you guys.

Let's see.

Um, yeah the map says we're supposed to go left, so,

so, we'll go left.

- Okay, alright, yeah.

Well, let's hurry it up.

How long 'til we meet the contacts? - Supposed to meet 'em halfway.

- Well, it's, it's not exactly halfway.

- What do you mean, not exactly?

- Well, they got a little spooked out

about coming the whole way 'cause of

you know, the ghosts and everything, so--

- Yeah, Wes, but you told us

we were gonna meet 'em halfway.

- Well, it's, it's, it's a little more than halfway, now.

- What's a little more?

- Well, a few minutes from their entrance.

- What?

- Okay, I think that we should rethink this

and we should go back.

- Okay, there is nothing to think about, here.

If we turn back now we lose 60 grand,

alright and you lose, you lose your farmhouse.

Alright?

A place to live and your chance to get

out of that steel fuckin' town.

Alright? Gimme this.

I say we stop bitching,

and then we pick up the pace.

- Um, yeah, we're gonna have to sprint outta here.

- Dude, you get that green on your back it won't even matter, alright?

It's all good.

Carlos is in on it, it's fine.

- I say, I say we go.

- [Barbie] But--

- But nothing.

We're going.

- You don't have to listen to her.

- Uh, he doesn't have to listen to you.

- Okay, this is Jerry fucking Springer here, alright?

We're wasting time, we're wasting green

and generator.

- Okay, let's do this.

(smooches)

- You didn't come back here for the money, did you?

- No, actually, I just wanna know that my father

didn't just run straight the fuck to Mexico.

Come on.

What are you doin' here?

Come on, let's go, let's go.

(ominous music)

(glass shattering)

- So, what's your daddy gonna say when he finds out

you're down here with us?

- I hope he never finds me again, actually.

(mumbles)

- She doesn't have it as easy as you think.

- Yeah, well, at least she has a dad.

- You know what? I miss him every day,

but I don't let it run my life.

Maybe you should try that, too.

(sighs)

(ominous music)

- [Gen] Malik, hey, wait up.

Hell.

So, uh, where's your girlfriend?

- Why you out of breath?

(eerie music)

- Is that Eternity you're wearing?

- CK One, but close.

- Dismount.

(eerie music)

- What the ass?

- Ah!

- Gah!

(laughing)

- Almost even, now.

- Yeah, almost.

Holy fuck.

Don't ever do that.

(both scream)

Fuckin' prick.

You must be Jorge.

- Jew yen?

- Gen.

Fuck, now it's Barbie.

- You take a tumble there, sweetie?

Where's your friends?

- You don't think our dads coulda walked out, do you?

- Guilty.

- It's crazy.

You forget, you know, all the little pieces.

What they were like.

How they acted.

- Yeah, I know, man.

I have, like, all these memories

and it's like, I don't know if I'm even loved.

- Yeah.

- Today, wouldja?

So, you finally got the balls to come

a little further down the tunnel, huh?

- Okay, didn't think you'd come through.

Now, bag, Cappy.

What's in there get you and a thousand

of your friends red-eye for a year.

- Oh, it smells like teen spirit, man.

Ah, here we are.

That's my boy, Malik.

That's Jen.

This is um,

- Jorge.

- Jorge and...

(eerie music)

- So, how'd you wanna do this?

- Yeah, we're gonna split these two bags between our four.

Gimme the bags, come on.

- You luck I pack in 8's.

- Man, if they could see us now at juvi.

(ominous music)

(whispering)

- Hey.

You kids sure you're alone?

(speaks foreign language)

- That leaves two, honey.

- We gotta do this again real soon.

- Yeah, I owe you a drink.

(whispering)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Wait.

- What the fuck, Al?

- Guys.

Guys.

- Down, Cujo.

- We're done here.

(whispering)

- Dude,

your eye.

- Whoa, did it just get colder in here?

(eerie music)

(chains clanking)

(growling)

(screams)

(speaking foreign language)

(whispering)

(panicked chattering)

(ominous music)

(electronic buzzing)

- Let's go back.

- No, we go left, right?

- No, no, we came here left, we go right. - Turn this fucking hearse around.

My foot is fucking killing me.

- Alright, look.

There's a safehouse like, five minutes from here.

It's a lot quicker than Carlos.

- Are you even listening to me?

- Look, we don't even know if that safehouse is there.

- I have a broken foot.

- Pipe the fuck down.

- Me? What about you?

You're the one who's always fucking yapping.

- Listen, we got bigger problems here, lady.

- Oh, easy for you to say. - You know what?

Shut the fuck up, alright?

God.

- Now, hold on.

Just what the hell happened back there?

- How do you expect us to know, man?

- Well, you still got your money. (speaking foreign language)

Look like a mother fucking ambush to me.

- Oh, dude, look, alright?

Nobody ambushed nobody, okay?

- Then why is there a chain through my boy back there?

- I don't know.

- Listen, we don't know shit.

- Well, you got five second to make shit something you do know.

- Look.

We just wanna go home.

You can take whatever you want.

- Alright.

I'll take whatever.

I'll take your whatever and I'll take his whatever.

I'll take whatever I fucking want-- - You ain't takin' jack.

- We really don't have time for this you guys, okay?

- You take your shit.

We take ours.

Fair?

- Let's go, Gen.

Let's go, come on.

- Fair?

- Come on, don't be stupid. - [Gen] Fair?

(dramatic music)

- Alright, you know what?

I'm going east, okay?

- Let's just go back the way we came.

- Oh my god, look.

Where does back take us, sweetie, huh?

Where?

- Home.

- The safehouse is a hundred yards from here.

- No, fuck that, alright?

We're going back the way we came.

- No, Wes, no, we'll go--

- [Wes] Well, I'm still going back the same way.

- Alright, let's go.

Come on.

See you on the other side.

(whispering)

- Ah!

Ah!

- Wes!

Wes.

Oh, Wes.

Oh god!

(growling)

- Ah!

- Wes, no, no!

(breathing heavily)

No! Wes!

Wes! Wes!

Oh my god!

Wes!

- Move, move.

(ominous music)

- Gen!

Malik!

What the ass, man?

- Wes! Wes!

- What's happening?

Where is he?

- He's gone!

- Wes!

- Come on, move!

(eerie music)

- Shit!

Shit shit shit!

Bag of dicks!

- Go, go!

- [Barbie] Stop!

- [Gen] What?

- Just stop, okay? I thought you said this was the fastest way?

- It is on the map!

- Well, let me see it.

- Wes has it.

- Nope.

Look, look.

Alright?

Quicker, okay?

(speaking foreign language)

- North is always north.

You don't turn the map around when you turn around.

- I am not moving another inch.

- Oh my god!

Not now, okay?

- You know what?

We're all in the same situation here, princess, okay?

- Look, she's hurtin' right now.

- Really?

- Look, I just--

- I just nothing. You know what?

You don't always have to take her side, okay? - Oh, Gen, look.

Do you see any goddamn sides, here?

- We're stuck in a fucking tunnel, Malik.

- Well maybe we can just dig our way out.

- Yeah, you get right at that.

- Alright, look, guys.

Calm, calm, okay?

(speaking foreign language)

- What is that asshole saying?

- He saying for you to get off your ass and move.

Come on, let's go back.

- Yeah, maybe you're right.

We should just go back.

- No, we should stay here and wait it out.

- Can you hear yourself?

- Well, somebody's bound to come down here.

- Nobody is coming.

- Alright!

Listen! - No, no, no, youlisten. We listen to you last time.

Look where it got us. We go back now it's gonna take twice as long.

We move forward, according to the map.

- Where are you going?

- Forward!

(dramatic music) (gunshots)

- Hey! Hey!

No.

Look, there's nothing there!

- No, I am not going with him.

I'm not going anywhere with him.

Nowhere!

- Listen, he knows these tunnels

better than we do, alright?

- I am not going with him!

- Do you man?

Do you?

- Dude, there's nothing there.

- Oh fuck.

(electronic buzzing) (ominous music)

(gunshots)

Stop it!

- [Barbie] Stop it!

- Listen, listen.

There is nothing there!

Let's go.

Let's go.

- Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.

My mother punched your mother in the thigh.

What color was the blood?

(ominous music)

- Shit.

Unh uh, we have to keep, we have to keep going.

- What's the point?

- Oh my god.

- You never stop, do you?

- Gen.

Where are you going?

Gen!

- [Gen] To find an exit.

- Come on, get up.

Come on, come on.

Jesus Christ!

Come on.

- [Gen] I think I found a door!

Come on!

- [Malik] Fuck.

- [Wes] Hey, you guys, Gen?

Malik? Malik?

Where am I?

Hey!

What?

Malik?

Gen?

- Hey, come here.

- No, don't touch me.

(speaking foreign language)

Stop it, leave me alone.

Alright, alright, alright.

(ominous music)

Please, please!

Let us out!

Please!

(growling)

Please!

- Come on, girl, seriously.

We're wasting time.

There's nothing up there.

None of this is right.

- Barbie, come on!

There's another safehouse, okay?

(ominous music)

(screams)

(gasping)

- Oh, shit.

- Let's go!

- Fuck you, man.

- We're not leavin' her.

- Then we're leaving you!

- Oh my god, come on, Em, we gotta go.

(eerie music)

Come on! Come on!

Malik!

Let's go.

(eerie music)

- Ah!

(mumbles)

- The blood, god!

Wes!

- Jesus fuck, what happened to your hands?

- We gotta keep movin' guys.

We gotta keep movin', come on!

Go! -We have to go back to Carlos.

- There's no way!

The door's jammed. - Then we unjam it.

- There! There!

(breathing heavily)

- [Wes] Will somebody please tell me how he got his fingers cut off?

- Alright, let's go, let's go.

Oh, shit.

(electronic buzzing) (ominous music)

- Oh, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

- Oh!

- Never too old, apparently.

- Why don't you wait a little longer for that next time?

- Well, I only got this one, so--

- You okay?

- Let's go.

- Gimme that, bitch.

- If we're gettin' outta here

it's because of me, fucker!

- Yeah, you've done a real bang-up job so far.

Ah!

(screaming)

what's going on, here? -I don't know, you tell me. You got us into this shit!

- Shut your dikehole, you wanted this just as much as I did!

- Wes, what the fuck is wrong with you, man? What the fuck?

- Fuck you ass--

(hollering)

- Where's the little guy?

- What little guy?

- The little guy!

Your fuckin' partner, man!

(speaking foreign language)

(ominous music)

- The little skinny guy.

- There was no other one!

- Oh, fuck it, just go, go!

Come on!

(panicked chattering)

- Fuck, man, shit.

You telling me (mumbles)

(all hollering over each other)

Shit, let me find the door.

- Fuck!

What are we gonna do?

(ominous music)

- What the ass?

(grunts)

(bird caws)

- The front door is locked, man. - Well, unlock it.

- It's locked from the inside.

- What do you mean? Who would lock the door from the inside?

- Someone who doesn't want whatever's in to get out.

- They should have locked the windows.

- [Gen] No!

- Don't!

(gunshots)

- Oh, so smooth!

- Chill!

- No, you chill.

How do we know he's not one of them?

- Hey, I'm bleeding here, aren't I?

- What is one of them, huh?

What is one of them?

- Ah!

I need a joint.

If you're dead, you won't feel a thing. - Don't be stupid, Wes.

He got us here.

(eerie music)

- Shhh! Shhh!

(breathing heavily)

Oh my god!

Oh my god!

Do you hear that?

Do you hear that?

Barb.

(growling)

Oh my god, it's Barb!

It's Barb!

Ah! Ah!

We gotta get outta here!

Ah!

Fuck!

Fuck!

(screaming)

what's going on?

- Listen.

- What's going on?

- I know we gave each other shit,

she was cool and it was quick

and, and we gotta get our shit together and go.

- Shut your fucking mouth, Gen.

- What the hell was that?

- Why don't you fucking figure it out, huh?

(coughs)

(dramatic music)

- Wes?

Wes?

Wes?

(speaking foreign language)

(grunting)

- God.

Fuck.

Tell me why.

Why would somebody

board up a door from the inside?

- They don't leave home.

You wanna go get your girl.

- What made you think that'd be a good idea?

- I'm scared, Wes.

- Me, too.

(dramatic music)

Ah!

- Wes!

Wes!

Wes!

(groaning)

Ah!

- Gen, Gen, Gen, where is he?

Where is he?

Shit!

(growling) Wes!

Wes!

Wes!

(growling)

(screams)

- Malik!

- What lives in this room?

Whoever's in this room

he got backed into the corner

and whatever's doing this will head back to the corner.

- Look around, Em, this whole

house is a fucking corner.

- Wes!

Ah!

- Shit!

(screams)

Jorge?

Jorge?

(eerie music)

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

We, we gotta go back down.

- What?

- The tunnel.

It has two ways out. We gotta go back down.

- You gotta be out of your fucking mind. - Oh shut the hell up, for once,

and think before you talk!

There's no way out of here!

There are two ways out down there.

- Yes, well, Wes said the door was jammed

and that kid and whatever the hell that was

that was all down there!

- There's two of us left, sweetie.

We're running, we're running out of doors

and a jammed door is better than nothing, okay?

(screams)

Wes?

Come on.

- Wes?

Wes?

Wes?

- They're already here.

- Who?

- Them.

- Ah!

- Wes?

- Come on, man.

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

(grunting)

- Where are you going?

- We gotta go back down.

Oh, shit!

Okay, okay, okay.

There's gotta be another way.

We gotta go.

Come on, come on!

(grunting)

Fuck.

(breathing heavily)

- Remember I said I knew you in another life?

I was here that day.

I saw your fathers go down.

I saw you in the truck.

- What do you mean, you were there?

- I remember pieces.

I was in the farmhouse

with my Uncle Carlos.

I saw you drive up.

I saw many guys drive up.

No one ever came out.

We're all gonna die like they did.

- We're not dead, yet, Captain.

- Who are you trying to convince?

I see, I see things coming out of the tunnel.

I see things.

- Things, or people?

- El Intermedio.

(ominous music)

- You knew about this?

And you brought us here anyways.

Right on.

- I don't know what I knew, alright?

The brain, it fucks with you.

Shit, man, I mean, you guys just go, alright?

This, this ship is sinking.

- You're comin'.

- [Wes] You take of her.

You take care of her.

(ominous music)

- No, no, Wes, man.

You take care of her yourself, man,

you're gonna make it.

- Come on Wesley, don't pull this shit now.

- Give me that gun.

- Bro, I'm sorry, man, but I can't do that.

- I'm not gettin' outta here!

You guys just go.

- We're not leavin'.

- Yes, you are.

(sighs)

- What are you doing?

- Opening a door.

- You go to that door.

- Wes.

- You go.

Who's my pretty little girl?

Who's my good little girl?

Who wants to go in the car with me?

- Screw you, alright?

(chuckles)

- That's the bitch I remember.

That's the bitch.

(eerie music)

(screams)

- Wes!

Get the fuck outta here!

Come on!

(eerie electronic music)

(uptempo music)

Come on!

Hurry!

Through here.

Go! Go!

- It's the same article.

- Yeah.

It's the crossing kid.

Seth Widenski memorial to be held

at Fetterson's Funeral Home Friday, November 6th, 1976.

- Okay, we gotta start thinking, here.

There's gotta be another way.

Yeah.

Move out of the way, okay?

Ah!

(grunting)

(thudding)

Come on! Ah! Come on!

Gen!

Hurry! Hurry!

(ominous music)

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

(both grunting)

(breathing heavily)

(ominous music)

Where do you think they went?

- I'd give it some more before they're coming back.

(eerie music)

(knocking)

- It's hollow.

- So?

- Well, you don't have to live in a trailer all your life to know what that means.

Ah!

Help me, here.

(grunting)

Okay, come on.

Come on.

Let's go.

- Malik?

Malik?

(screams)

(eerie electronic music)

I can't see.

- Shhhh!

- Oh, it's freezing!

What's that smell?

It's fucking freezing in here!

(mumbles)

What?

- The cold.

(mumbles) preserves the bodies.

(dramatic music)

(screams)

- Oh!

My god, Malik!

- Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen.

Stay with me, it's okay.

It's okay.

Come on.

Don't look, honey, don't look.

It's okay.

It's okay.

♪ Headed west

♪ Guess what's next

♪ Doors open and doors close

♪ Blow, blow, don't you know

♪ That we got me all

♪ Messed up on death row

Gen, look at me.

Look at me.

- I want to go home, Em.

- That's what we're gonna do.

That's what we're gonna do, okay?

Okay?

- What are you doing?

- We gotta stack the bodies,

barricade the door,

so that way we only have one entrance to guard.

- This ain't right.

(breathing heavily)

- How do you know what right means anymore?

(dramatic music)

- Did you see that?

- What?

- It was a...

(screams)

- It's all good.

It's all good.

Stay with me, it's okay.

It's okay.

Come on.

Come on, help me, okay, come on.

- Shit.

- Come on.

- If I don't get out--

- We're gonna get out.

- Pack your bags, head west

to the ocean.

Never look back.

(shivers)

(thud)

(both scream)

- Alright, come on.

- You really see that?

The kid's, he's, he's not,

he's not alive, he's not.

- I don't think he knows that.

Let's go, come on.

Come on.

- [Zee] It's the necklace.

The necklace has the power.

(dramatic music)

- Which way?

- Stay left.

(electronic buzzing)

Stop leading the way.

- Oh my god.

I found the ladder, come on.

- Oh god, thank god.

(both grunting)

Come on, hurry!

(dramatic music)

(electronic buzzing)

(mumbles)

Don't you got the keys, or what?

- If I did, you would have had 'em by now. - Shit.

- Can you hotwire it?

- I don't know, I don't know

how to fuckin' hotwire a car!

- Oh, my god.

- Shit, shit.

Oh, oh.

Where are you going?

Gen!

- Carlos?

Carlos?

Carlos?

Carlos?

Carlos?

(eerie music)

- Easy, there, easy.

- Where's Carlos?

- The genny broke down.

He had to go into town,

a for a few hours ago.

- Okay, please, you have to help us.

There's, there's these people

they're trying to kill us and our friends are--

- Slow down, slow down.

What happened to you kids?

- Please, we just need a ride. - Look, look, please, please.

All our friends are dead.

You gotta help us.

- Okay, Carlos gonna be hoppin' mad.

I told him I'd watch the place for him, but--

- Who cares?

- Let me get my keys.

- Okay, thank you.

- Thank you.

(sighs)

- There's nothin' out here for miles.

No phones or anything.

- Yeah, we should probably drive faster.

- I know, okay.

You kids have been through the mill.

- Yeah, yeah.

- You guys just sit back and relax.

I'll get us there.

You wanna beer?

- No.

- Yes.

(can cracks)

(eerie music)

- Atta girl.

- Want some?

- You sure?

I can just image what you kids been goin' through.

- We just wanna get out of Yuma.

- You and everybody else.

Either way you run from it, it always brings ya back.

Sucks ya in.

My son was just like you.

Little younger,

bright as hell, though.

He was the world to me.

He meant everything.

Then he got into pussy hounding

and every direction it pulled him.

Pulled him every direction but home.

- Is this the way to the highway?

- He's the kind of kid that'd

do anything for ya.

- What happened to him?

- Oh, uh,

he was killed by sluts and junkies like you.

(thud)

- Ah!

Oh!

Oh!

Son of a bitch!

Oh, shit, Gen.

Gen, wake up.

(thud)

Ah!

Ah! Gen, Gen, you drugged her, you asshole!

Gen, Gen.

- Zee?

Zee?

I know you're down here.

Show me where you at.

(ominous music)

Boy.

(dramatic music)

- Please.

We didn't do anything.

Please, don't.

Please don't hurt,

please, please, please, I'm begging you.

Please.

- It's that kind of ignorance got my son

Zachary killed in the first place.

- No.

No, no.

Please, please.

(eerie music)

- I'm tired of hearin' you yap.

(dramatic music)

Now we're going for a ride.

(screams)

- [Gen] Oh my go.

Malik?

- [Malik] Gen, Gen.

- Oh!

Oh, Malik.

Malik?

- Gen, Gen.

Oh god, fuck.

Hold on, I'm coming, okay?

(groans)

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Gah!

Ah!

Fuck!

- [Gen] Malik.

- Are you okay?

(groans)

My legs.

Ah, god.

(groans)

- Ow.

- It's okay, it's okay.

(groans)

- We were there.

We were home.

Can you walk?

- Unh uh.

- Okay.

That little man.

Was he one of them?

- Whatever he is, he controls it.

- It?

What do you mean, it?

- Everything.

Oh, this sucks.

What a horrible day.

(groaning)

What are you doing?

- I'm looking for hollows.

- Oh, god.

(groans) Oh, it hurts.

- Malik.

I think I got it.

It's a tunnel.

It's a tunnel.

Oh, my god.

Come on.

Help me, if you can.

Ow.

(groaning)

(eerie music)

Stay awake.

Stay the fuck awake, okay?

(dramatic music)

You want out.

You want out, don't you?

They all want out.

(ominous music)

(groaning)

(footsteps)

(grunting)

Come on, come on.

(whispering)

- Now.

(growling)

(electronic buzzing)

- Come on, stay with me.

Come on. - Okay.

- Malik, come on.

(growling)

(groaning)

(glass shatters)

It was always supposed to be us, wasn't it?

- What?

- You and me, together.

- Gen.

I hope so, if we make it out of this.

- We're gonna make it.

Come on, come on.

We're gonna make it. - Can't. - Yeah, you can, come on.

-Can't. - Yes, you can. We have to, come on.

(ominous music)

Oh, shit.

- He didn't have to go that day.

He said he was getting better.

- I know, I know, I've been there.

Listen, it just--

- The papers

said how he was just another mule.

Drug dealer.

Another waste.

That waste was my son.

- No, no, he wasn't evil.

He wasn't a waste.

He was kind and--

- You don't know my son.

- How do you think we got here?

- What?

- He's an Intermedio.

- And you're next.

- He was just a kid.

- You shut your damn mouth.

- Stop it now!

- Get back to your room.

- Gen, Gen, the necklace.

Remember the kid, the necklace.

- No!

No, no, that's mine!

You give me that, you give me that.

That's mine.

I have it!

It's mine, it's mine, it belongs to me.

Ah!

(groaning)

- Malik, you okay?

(eerie music)

- It's mine!

Give it to me!

No, why?

Why?

(whispering)

Why?

Ah!

Ah!

(screams)

(whooshing)

(whispering)

(melancholy music)

- Goodbye, Wes.

- Where you guys headed?

- West.

- [Old Man] Yuma?

- Not any more.

- Get in.

- [Gen] If it's alright with you, we're gonna sit in the back.

(melancholy music)

(water splashes)

(sighs)

♪ Headed west

♪ Guess what's next

What do you have that for?

- For protection.

We gotta go to Disneyland.

That'd be fun.

(dramatic music)

(whispering)

(eerie electronic music)