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(eerie music)

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(ominous music)

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(tense ambient music)

- My favorite part of the day.

Money, money, money, money, money, money, money.

And I have a surprise for you later at the motel.

- Ah, I love it.

Guns, money and sex.

These are some of my favorite things.

Let's rock.

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(car door closes)

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(ominous music)

(shovel thumps)

(ominous music)

(shovel clanks)

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(shovel thumps)

(Cara breathes heavily)

- Yes!

Yes, yes, yes.

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(shovel thumps)

(Cara deeply exhales)

(shovel thumps)

(Cara deeply exhales)

(shovel thumps)

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(container clanks)

(Cara deeply inhales)

(container clanks)

(Cara sighs)

Yes!

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(body explodes)

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(ominous music)

(car door closes)

(car engine starts)

(springs clunk)

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(coin clinks)

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- What's your problem?

You haven't said anything since the drop.

I don't need a Helen Keller here, Cara.

(bracelets clank)

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(Cara breathes heavily)

(Cara groans)

(Cara breathes heavily)

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(blood trickles)

(springs clunk)

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- So what's up with the local serial killer?

- Ain't nothing new.

Had savages running out here since forever.

Personally, I think it's the runoff.

- What?

Runoff?

- Toxic water.

Those old mines be spitting out some bad juju.

Ends up in the water.

Make those old miners go brain dead.

Psycho.

- So you're trying to tell me

there's an insane dude running around,

cutting people's heads off, eating their brains

and it's 'cause of the bad water?

- Like I said, ain't nothing new.

- Bullshit, it's aliens.

- Oh God.

Here we go again with that alien crap.

- It's aliens.

- Jay, I'm cutting you off.

- No, no, no.

I'm good, I'm good but listen.

You've heard of the cattle mutilations, right?

- If I had a dollar for every time I heard that crap.

- They're here bro. I've seen the lights.

They want our brains.

They want our information

- Information?

Jesus Christ Jay,

they already figured out how to come down here.

What could we possibly have to offer them

that they don't already know?

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- Nope, it's the aliens.

- Jesus.

Listen, I know Area 51 is just up the hill.

That doesn't mean we have aliens running around

and taking people's heads and eating their brains.

It's an urban myth.

It's an old wives tale.

It's complete and utter bullshit.

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- Hey babe, what's your name?

Where are you from?

Not a talker?

Cool, let me guess.

You think you're too good for here?

Are you from Hollywood?

Around here, girls gotta stick together,

if you know what I mean.

Slim pickings and mean as hell

but you get used to it.

What's your name, sister?

Okay.

I like that.

You're a hard bitch, aren't you, sister?

I was just trying to be friendly.

Oh, I see.

Too good for me.

Hollywood bitch too good for Casey.

- Hey Casey.

Back off.

Give the lady some room.

- Shut up Irishman.

Me and the girl are talking.

Just girl talk, right BFF?

Fuck these guys.

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Oh, how about a little kiss

and make these dickheads lose their loads?

- Away.

(Cara blows)

- Piss off.

- My kind of whore.

Maybe she needs a drink.

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- Drink up little girl.

You've got a problem, sweetheart?

Come on, daddy bought you a drink.

I've got a big bike.

Go for a nice ride.

A long ride.

A real long ride.

Come on, let's blow this taco stand.

Go for a ride.

Long and hard.

I got plenty of gas.

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(head thuds)

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- I told him not to drink so much.

Hey Jay.

That's it.

No more for you.

I'm taking your keys.

(water splatters)

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(knife sloshes)

Jay.

Jay.

Hey Jay.

Come on man.

Show is over.

Time to go home.

- What the fuck?

- Are you freaking kidding me?

That woman.

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- Fucking bitch.

(gun cocks)

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(body thuds)

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- [Nurse] Wake up.

Tweet, tweet.

Wake up.

- Tweet, tweet little bird.

Ah, my head.

- Good little bird.

(Irishman coughs)

Easy.

Easy.

You'll scare all the worms away.

- Where am I?

- In my nest.

Aren't you?

- Nest?

What?

- Concussion.

Your head, your brain, perfectly healthy.

Delicious.

Delicious.

Rest well.

You have a very valuable head, little Robin.

- Hey.

Hey buddy.

I got crabs again.

Don't worry.

That nurse over there rubbed lotion all over my body.

I'm not itchy anymore.

Hey, what happened to you?

- Where the hell am I?

- Shush.

Not so loud, you gotta whisper.

They might hear you.

- What?

- Quiet please.

They might hear you.

- Who?

- The aliens.

(boy chuckles)

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You've seen them, haven't you?

The aliens.

I know.

They got me too.

- What? - Abducting.

The aliens.

Oh yes. - Aliens?

- It's okay.

I don't have a chip.

I'm not dead.

Shush.

(boy chuckles)

(boy loudly exhales)

(boy chuckles)

The aliens.

(boy chuckles)

- Tweet, tweet.

How's the head?

- Oh, just fabulous.

- That's good.

A few more hours.

- What the hell?

How did I get here?

- The men dropped you off with weapons.

- Weapons?

- They had shiny things.

- Badges?

Police?

Guns?

- Yes, guns.

- Police?

- Yes, a police.

You need to rest little bird.

- All right, enough with all that birdy crap.

What the hell?

- Avian creatures are magnificent.

You're shrill.

- Shrill?

What are you even talking about?

What kind of crazy lucid dream is this?

- You should rest.

We need that head to be perfect.

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- Hey bro, them aliens eat brains.

- What?

- Shush, not so loud.

I know it.

They told me so.

- Sure man.

- They did.

- You were abducted?

- Of course.

- Okay, then why didn't they eat you?

- They said I had brain cancer.

They said my brain was rancid.

But hey, they said I was nice

and they don't eat people's brains if they're nice.

- Nice?

So let me get this straight.

They didn't eat your brains because you were too nice.

- They got good taste, I guess.

(boy laughs hysterically)

Good taste.

- I'm in a goddamn nuthouse.

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(boy breathes heavily)

(boy moans)

- No.

- Jesus Christ.

- You said I was nice.

No, no!

No!

(boy groans)

(Irishman breathes heavily)

(boy grunts)

(Irishman breathes heavily)

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- Jesus Christ.

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(ominous music)

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- You're not from around here, are you?

I guess that makes you an alien.

Folks around here don't like illegal aliens.

I like aliens.

Can I take a picture?

So a guy got killed at the bar yesterday.

You should clean off that blood.

It's okay.

They say he is a bad guy anyways.

So anyways, they had cameras in the bar

and they're looking for you.

So what you wanna do is go up that road

you'll see a poster with a skull on it.

Go up that road.

Better get going before the locals start the hunt.

They're assholes.

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- We've been waiting for you.

Feed.

- I'm satiated.

- Is that so?

- It is.

- Well, we are glad you are here.

This body, you've chosen well.

- It fits.

This language, however.

- It is limited, isn't it?

These humans are rather limited.

- Unusual place this is.

Uptight.

- Yes, grossly.

Well, it is a feast of greedy souls, isn't it?

- It seems that way.

- My ecstasy is failing.

Feeding time.

Join me.

- Later.

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(metal bar clanks)

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(alien chuckles)

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(wind howls)

(metal clanking in distance)

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(man cries in distance)

(man groans)

(man grunts)

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(door slams shut)

(woman deeply exhales)

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(man grunts)

(water trickles)

- Sit down little girl.

(tense music)

Well, what do we have here?

Something different.

Something very different.

I can't smell you.

Why can't I smell you?

What is this?

Nothing in there, empty.

Perhaps you are defective.

No mind, no thoughts, absolutely no intelligence.

Typical of your species.

However, this is something very different, isn't it?

Well, let's find out what's in there.

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You have no power here.

You're just in time for a little feast.

Feeding time.

What is this?

She's only a human, a lower organism.

Why would you care?

Shall I tell her?

Shall I tell her the truth before I consumer her?

We control the universe.

We have been among you

since you were nothing but a single cell amoeba.

We have always been here.

Always.

The arrogance of humanity is pathetic.

You are pathetic.

Would you like to know why we are here?

The proteins in your brains are delicious

and this planet contains important minerals.

We've been mining here for millions of years.

You are our slaves, nothing more.

Now you know.

But it matters not.

Now is feeding time.

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