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(gentle dramatic music)

(gentle dramatic music continues)

(engine humming)

- [Dad] I know it looks a little out there,

but try and keep an open mind.

Could be worse. - Could it?

- Could be in jail, or dead. - Right.

Well lucky me, huh?

- You are lucky, wiseguy.

Okay,

if Mitch hadn't put in a good word for you with the DA,

we'd be taking a very different ride now, Brandon.

Look, your deadbeat friends aren't going anywhere.

I think they'll be right where you left 'em

when you get back.

- (whispers) Such a dick.

- What?

- Said I hope I don't get dope sick.

- Yeah.

- Also I have to piss, so how far are we?

- Uh, maybe an hour.

- Cool, uh well, I'm prepared to piss my pants

if we don't pull over soon.

- (laughs) Classy.

I'll stop at the next gas station, okay?

- Thanks.

(engine hums)

(drop patters) (distant quiet music)

(engine hums)

(pump clanks)

- There's nowhere for me to swipe my Amex.

I've gotta go in.

- Can I just go in the woods?

- Just come inside. Be sure to wash your hands.

(door rattles)

(door clatters)

(Brandon sighs) (bell rings)

(quiet distant music)

(door squeaks)

(Brandon sighs with disgust)

(door clatters)

(bag rustles)

(Brandon smacks) (bag rustles)

(quiet dramatic music)

(Brandon sniffs) (quiet dramatic music)

(quiet distant music) (footsteps shuffle)

- [Brandon] Hey, can I get a pack of reds?

- (chuckles) You 18?

- [Brandon] Um, are you serious?

- You need to be 18 to purchase nicotine.

- Yeah, I know that.

I don't-

- You can relax, I'm just messing with you.

- Oh. (chuckles) Okay.

Um- - Uh, you said reds, right?

- Yeah.

Am I super boring or something?

- Sorry, I just, some bum's been loitering all day.

Uh, $4.32.

- [Brandon] I don't need change.

- Thanks.

Rehab? (register rings)

(register clatters)

- What tipped you off?

- [Sophie] I think your dad said something about it.

- Of course.

- [Sophie] And you're not the first rich kid

to stop in on their way.

- Rich kid, huh? - Yeah.

Nice car, new face.

Small town.

- (sighs) Oh, I noticed that. (chuckles)

- Yeah. - Yeah.

And you live here? - Yep.

Welcome to Gracepoint.

- You know much about the rehab?

- I stay far away from that place.

- [Brandon] Why is that?

- Because it attracts a certain type of person.

Mmhmm.

- Well, I heard it was like pretty much summer camp,

kumbaya bullshit, so...

- I wouldn't know. I'm not a druggy.

(pair laughs)

But good luck with that. - Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

Sophie. (Sophie laughs)

I'm Brando.

- That's a cool name.

- Oh come on. (Sophie laughs)

(bell rings) - [Dad] Brandon, come on.

- Oh, your daddy's callin' you.

- Maybe I'll see you around.

- Mmhmm.

Uh, maybe I'll see you on your way back.

Brando.

(Sophie laughs)

(bell rings)

- [Vagrant] You ain't got no right

to have no attitude towards me

'cause you got some fancy watch.

- Brandon, in the car.

- Oh what, you all just gonna ignore me now?

Maybe you need to be taught some respect.

I can see you do. (engine revs)

(window whirs) (engine hums)

- [Brandon] What'd that guy want?

- [Dad] Eh, he was eyeing my watch.

- Seriously?

- [Dad] This thing will be yours someday when I'm gone.

(engine humming)

Oh, please don't smoke in here.

- You're seriously gonna get on me about this right now?

- What the hell's the matter with you, Brandon?

- What the hell is them matter with you, Winston?

It's a cigarette!

- Sometimes.

- [Brandon] Sometimes what?

- Sometimes I'm glad your mom isn't here

to see you like this.

(engine humming)

I'm sorry, Brandon.

I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry.

(warning signal rings)

Oh shit. - What?

- Oh shit, shit, hold on.

- What? - Look.

All right, I can pull off up here. Hold on a second.

(gravel crackles)

Let me check the hood.

- Check the hood? What, are you a mechanic?

- There might be somebody inside who can help, wise guy.

- Look around, there's no one here. Let me help.

- Just stay there, okay? Cars whizzing past.

- Whizzing past, where do you think we are?

We're in the middle of nowhere.

(hood rattles) There's no one here.

(car hissing)

(engine rumbles) (car hissing)

(engine whirs) (car hissing)

(quiet suspenseful music) (car hissing)

(quiet chatter) (car hissing)

(phone clicking) (quiet suspenseful music)

(men grunt) (quiet suspenseful music)

(gun blasts) (high pitched ringing)

Dad! (high pitched ringing)

- Brandon, run! Run!

- [Hoodlum] Go go go, cut him off!

(gate clatters) (Brandon grunts)

(gate clatters)

- [Brandon] Shit, shit, shit.

(gun blasts) Shit!

(Brandon thumps) (labored breathing)

(Brandon mutters under his breath)

(gun blasts) (Brandon gasps)

(gun blasting) (dramatic music)

(leaves rustle) (dramatic music)

(labored breathing) (dirt rustling)

(dramatic music)

- Whoa whoa.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

- [Hoodlum] Come with us and we'll go get help.

- Your daddy's gonna be all right.

- But he's hurt.

Bad.

There's no time for games.

All right, we can get him to the hospital.

But we're gonna need that little video you made.

(labored breathing) Come on.

(labored breathing) (dramatic music)

Let's get your old man some help.

(dramatic music)

(dirt swishes) (dramatic music)

(Brandon grunts)

- Oh shit.

- Come on.

(dramatic music)

(foliage rustles) (dramatic music)

(crickets chirping) (dramatic music)

(labored breathing)

(knocks on window) Hey, hey! (labored breathing)

(door rattling)

Hello, hey, I need help. (door clatters)

Hello? (labored breathing)

(glass clinks)

(Brandon crying)

(Brandon sniffs)

(Brandon crying)

(labored breathing) Oh shit.

(labored breathing) Come on.

(footsteps clomp)

Ah! (bike rattles)

(Brandon grunts) (labored breathing)

(bike rattling) (gentle dramatic music)

Hello!

Anyone!

(gentle dramatic music)

(hand thunks phone) (gentle dramatic music)

(crickets chirping) (gentle dramatic music)

Hello?

Come on. (somber music)

(labored breathing) (gentle dramatic music)

Oh my God. (labored breathing)

(hand claps house) Hello?

Stay back, man.

Just be cool, okay? We'll be all right.

Just be cool.

Do you have a phone that works?

Come on, I need help, dude.

Is there anybody that can help me, man? Please.

I gotta find my dad, all right?

Is there a police station, is there something,

is there anywhere I can go?

- Go through the woods.

- The woods. That's, thanks.

(gentle music)

(labored breathing) (gentle music)

(owl hoots) (crickets chirping)

(leaves rustle) (labored breathing)

(Brandon gasps) (labored breathing)

(gentle music) (gravel crackling)

(Brandon gasps)

Oh my God! (bike rattles)

Oh! (bike rustles)

(gentle dramatic music)

(somber music)

(something thunking)

(bedding rustles)

Oh Jesus Christ.

- Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey.

- Stay the hell away from me. - You're okay.

You're okay. Here you go.

- No no no, stay away.

- It's just water.

All right? Just drink that.

I found you knocked out.

You've been asleep for about 15 hours.

(Brandon grunts)

(Brandon gulps) (Brandon sputters)

Oh. (sputters)

- My name's William Cutter, but you can call me Cut.

- My name's Brandon.

It's gonna sound like a weird question,

but do you have any, (sighs)

alcohol or any pills?

- [Cut] No.

- Nothing.

- [Cut] I've got some aspirin.

(Brandon chuckles)

- That's not gonna help me, man, I'm a...

I'm going through withdrawals.

- You break outta that uh, that rehab up there?

- No, we were on our way, my dad and I.

These...

Oh shit.

My phone, man.

Oh shit.

Do you have my phone? Do you know where my phone is?

- Yeah, I got your phone.

(Brandon breathing anxiously)

- Watch this.

(men grunt)

- [Dad] Brandon, run!

Run!

(men grunt)

- Does that man know you made that video?

- Yeah.

- I can't have nothin' more to do with you.

- What? - I said,

I ain't gonna have nothin' more to do with you.

- [Brandon] What do you mean?

I just showed you a video of my dad being shot.

You gotta help me.

- No, I ain't gonna help you.

- [Brandon] This guy...

This is evidence.

You gotta take us to the town, to Gracepoint,

someone will help us.

- No.

- What do you mean, no?

- I mean, there ain't nobody gonna help.

The man in that video's name's Luther.

I don't want no part of that.

- What about the rehab?

- That place is 12 miles that way, and it ain't easy.

- (sighs) I can run 12 miles.

- [Cut] That man's gonna be lookin' for you.

- I don't give a shit.

What do you want me to do, just not go look for my dad?

- [Cut] Let me give you some food or something.

- [Brandon] What about this knife, can I have this?

- Hey, no!

Don't touch that.

(bag rustles)

(footsteps patter)

(door clatters)

(gentle music)

(insects singing) (footsteps thumping)

(gentle music) (birds chirping)

(labored breathing)

(Brandon vomits)

- [Brandon] Shit.

(gentle music)

(Brandon spits) (gentle music)

- Brando.

Brando.

Brando.

(leaves rustle) (gentle music)

Shh. (leaves rustle)

- Sophie?

What are you doing here?

- Shh, just don't run, okay?

- What are you talking about?

- Over here! (dramatic music)

Sorry Brando.

(engine rumbling) (wheels screech)

(dramatic music)

Stop.

- Sophie, Sophie.

- Let me get his phone first.

(labored breathing)

I'm sorry.

Got it.

- On your knees, boy.

(gun clicks) (dramatic music)

(gun clicks) (anxious breathing)

Close your eyes. (dramatic music)

(gun blasts) (high pitched humming)

- [Hoodlum] Go!

(high pitched humming) (dramatic music)

Let's go!

Let's go!

(Sophie grunts)

- [Sophie] Get the phone!

- Hey hey hey hey girl, sit down or I'ma dump you.

(engine rumbles) (dramatic music)

- What are we doing? What are you doing?

- You got that weapon I gave you?

- The gun?

No man, I thought you were gonna hold it. I'm sorry.

(door clatters)

What do we do, what? What are we doing?

- Staying alive, but not making a bunch of noise

and leaving a bunch of tracks.

You wanna stay here and die, do it.

- [Brandon] What, are we gonna out run 'em on foot?

- [Cut] No, we're gonna outsmart 'em.

(leaves rustle)

- (mutters) Hold up.

(Brandon exhales)

(Brandon grunts)

Hold up! (leaves rustle)

(insects singing) (leaves rustling)

(Brandon groans)

I don't feel good, bro. (spits)

- I don't care, if you vomit,

they're gonna be on us like flies on a dead body.

- I'm trying.

(Brandon spits) (labored breathing)

- Look, we get up over here,

we can swim across the briar pond,

we'll camp there overnight,

and then it should be flat ground from there.

Even you ought to be able to handle that.

(leaves rustle)

- [Brandon] Surprised those guys haven't caught us yet.

- If they do, it ain't gonna be like last time.

Ain't nobody gonna swoop in and save you.

- (chuckles) Makes me feel good.

(leaves rustle)

- Maybe you wanna die. (leaves rustling)

- What?

- Maybe you wanna die.

Look at you. (fly buzzing)

- Oh.

- [Cut] Keep up.

(leaves rustling)

- Hey.

Why did you come back for me?

- I don't know.

(sighs) I guess maybe you was worth savin'.

(insects singing)

(gentle music) (leaves rustling)

(crows caw) (gentle music)

(leaves rustling) (gentle music)

(critters singing) (gentle music)

(critters continue singing) (gentle music)

It's something, ain't it?

(gentle music)

- [Brandon] It's pretty.

- I was just remembering the last time I was here.

I was with someone. (gentle music)

- Was it your family? (gentle music)

- We're gonna lay low here for a little bit,

then we're gonna make our move.

Gonna swim across.

- Across this lake? Why don't we just go around it?

- 'Cause that'd be the best way to get caught.

There's a mine shaft

right on the other side that's been abandoned.

It runs under the whole town. We can camp in there.

Nobody will see us.

You swim?

- Yep. - That's good.

'Cause I might need some help.

- You don't swim? - No, I do, but

I still got some shrapnel in me, so it might get tough.

- You have shrapnel in you, but you don't have pain killers?

- Sometimes it's good to feel the pain.

It helps you tell the difference between what's real

and what's just in your head.

There ain't no gettin' away from pain, Brandon.

So it's best you just face it head on.

(insects singing)

You're gonna have to trust me.

- I'm a little low on trust, man.

- Well, well you know what they say about the problem

with believing in nothin'?

Is you can fall for anything.

- You sound like my dad.

(gentle music) (critters singing)

(leaves rustle) (critters singing)

(water burbling) (gentle music)

Hold up, hold up.

(critters singing) (gentle music)

Are there snakes in here? - Yep.

- [Brandon] Dammit.

(critters singing) (gentle music)

Hold up, I can't do this.

- What do you mean you can't do it?

- I mean my whole body's cramping.

Evade the pain, let's go. - My legs are cramping.

(water burbles) - You got it.

Come on. I got you.

Just gotta keep movin'.

I know it ain't easy, but you gotta keep movin'.

Look here, if we make it to those trees,

tunnel's on the other side of that, okay?

I know it hurts, but you don't gotta do it alone.

We'll do it. - Okay.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Come on. (water swishing)

Come on. Here.

We're almost there.

Come on.

(critters singing) (gentle music)

(Brandon shivering) (gentle music)

(footsteps shuffle) (Brandon shivering)

(fire crackling) (Brandon shivering)

- Oh man, it's freezing. (shivering)

- Here. - Oh.

- Should warm you up 'til the fire gets bigger.

- Thank you. - Yep.

(Brandon shivers)

- You in the Marines?

- The Army for 12 years.

I was in Iraq for three years.

- [Brandon] Shit, that's a long time.

- Yep.

- [Brandon] Must have seen some crazy shit.

- Yep.

I still see some crazy shit.

I'm workin' on it.

- That makes me super stoked

to be in a tunnel alone with you.

Do we have any food?

- They should be dry. - Oh.

(Brandon chomps)

You know what I would kill for right now is a cheeseburger.

- I wish we had us some fish we could cook up.

You ever catch a fish?

- No.

- Never? Dad never took you fishin' or nothin'?

- No, he's not much of an outdoors man.

Unless you count golf.

We did do that. Do you ever golf?

- No.

- That's not surprising.

Oh. (fire crackling)

You got a family, man?

I mean, not to be nosy, but I saw a photo

back at your place of some kids and a girl.

- Yeah, it was my ex-wife and my son.

- You got a kid? - Yep.

- Does he ever come visit you?

- No, he don't visit no more.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

Gotta be lonely.

- Yeah, I got used to it.

- On the bright side,

you got those voices in your head to keep you company.

(pair chuckles)

That's a smile.

- (sighs) Well I guess that's the bright side. (chuckles)

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- You pretty close to your old man?

- No, not really.

We're pretty different.

Both stubborn though, we have that in common.

I think that's probably why we butt heads so much,

especially about uh,

my life choices. - Drugs and all that?

- Sure, yeah.

He tried everything, man.

(chuckles) I'll say that.

I'm not sure how,

how well it all worked out.

- At least he tried.

(gentle music) (fire crackles)

- I can't stop thinking about this thing, man.

I don't know why my dad and I

had to stop at that gas station.

(gentle music)

We coulda just kept goin'. (gentle music)

- Life can be very cruel sometimes, Brandon.

You make a wrong decision, wrong turn,

whole thing goes off the rails.

(fire crackles) (gentle music)

- (crying) Thanks for coming back for me, man.

(fire crackles) (gentle music)

- Trade me real quick.

I'm gonna go get some more wood for that fire.

- Um,

do you need any help?

- [Cut] No, you just sit tight.

You try to get some sleep.

We got a lot of walkin' to do tomorrow.

(fire crackles)

(gentle dramatic music)

(Brandon breathes anxiously)

(paper rustles)

(Brandon sighs) (paper rustling)

(watch clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(leaves rustle) (suspenseful music)

- [Brandon] Cutter!

Cutter.

(fire crackling) (dramatic music)

Oh my! (dramatic music)

(leaves rustle)

(unintelligible muffled chatter)

(door rattles)

(Brandon grunting)

(Brandon breathes anxiously)

(Brandon grunts) (labored breathing)

(distant dog barks) (Brandon spits)

- Oh shit.

(distant dog barks)

- We've been lookin' for this.

Good thing your little video

can't reach the cloud from out here.

(distant dog barking)

You scared, son?

(distant dog barking)

I haven't found a boy like you in a while.

- (labored breathing) You killed my dad.

(Brandon spits)

- A fire burns within you. I like it.

I really, really like that.

I knew.

Save your energy though, boy.

'Cause you're gonna need it.

Take him. - Yes sir.

- I'll be there shortly. - Move.

(Luther spits)

(quiet suspenseful music) (people chattering)

(rooster crows)

- Move! (Brandon grunts)

Get up.

(suspenseful music) (people chattering)

- Sorry man.

(people chattering)

- Get in there.

(dramatic music)

(door clanks) (lock clicks)

(keys tinkle)

(Brandon breathes nervously)

(no audio)

(distant people chattering)

(metal scritches)

- [Brandon] Get the hell away from me.

- Brandon, I didn't want no part of this.

I don't have much choice.

- What happened to you?

- [Sophie] It's nothing, I'm fine. It happens around here.

- Did he hit you?

- [Sophie] Here.

(gentle music)

- I'm gonna ask you something,

and can you be honest with me for once?

- [Sophie] Yeah, I can.

- [Brandon] Where's my dad?

- I don't know, I don't know, Brandon, I'm sorry.

I don't know.

- [Brandon] I'm gonna find him.

Dead or alive, I'm gonna find him.

- [Sophie] Well you can't find him stuck in here.

- No shit.

- [Sophie] You need to listen to me.

- Why do you wanna help me all of a sudden?

- I'm so tired of Gracepoint, Brandon, I'm tired of it.

(gentle music)

But I need you to tell me something.

- [Brandon] What?

- [Sophie] If you did get outta here, where would you go?

- [Brandon] Probably rehab.

You gotta have phones, people.

- Why don't you take me with you?

Please.

Please. (gentle music)

- [Brandon] Why would I trust you?

- You don't have an option, do you?

(gentle music)

- Do you have a plan?

- What are you two talkin' about?

- [Sophie] Nothin', I'm just keeping him company is all.

- I guess we're known by the company we keep, huh?

I mean, let me be with the boy.

- [Sophie] Yes sir.

(footsteps shuffle)

(metal clanks)

(door clatters)

(suspenseful music)

- I take care of many people here, Brandon.

Provide food, shelter, security.

You may think I'm a monster.

Maybe I'm more like a savior.

- What do you want with me?

- I wanna make you happy.

Open up his door.

(metal clinks)

(door clanks)

Give us a minute of privacy.

- [Hoodlum] You got it, boss.

(quiet suspenseful music)

(door clatters)

(suspenseful music)

- Come on. Take a seat.

It's all right, take a seat.

(footsteps shuffle) (gentle dramatic music)

Everything you could ever want,

everything you could ever need is right here.

Even Sophie.

Look, nobody bothers us out here.

No parents, no school, no law, no responsibility.

Hell, you could get high all day long if you wanted to.

Everything you ever wanted.

- What's so special about me?

- Nothin'.

Isn't that the point?

You never did feel like you belonged, did you?

Always felt different and outcast.

Could never truly be yourself.

Your old man, he ever really get you?

You ever really know who you really were?

He doesn't get that craving you have deep down inside you.

I mean, hell, he dragged you all the way up here, and why?

To help you? Or to clear his conscience?

'Cause he wasn't there for you when you really needed him.

He wasn't there to protect your mother neither.

(gentle dramatic music)

- How do you know about my mom?

- [Luther] I read about your family.

What happened to you.

- Who are you?

- A friend, if you let me be.

(gentle music)

It's okay.

It's okay.

(paper rustles)

Just give us a chance here, son.

(gentle music)

It's okay.

It's okay.

(gentle music)

(bag rustles) (suspenseful music)

(Luther grunts) (dramatic music)

(footsteps patter) (people chattering)

(siren wails)

(fence clinking)

- [Brandon] Oh shit.

(engine hums)

Cutter?

Cutter?

(Cutter grunts)

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(crickets chirping)

- [Cut] Oh.

(Cut sniffs)

How you holdin' up?

- [Brandon] You stole my dad's watch.

You on Luther's payroll too?

- [Cut] No, I'm not.

- [Brandon] Bullshit. I found the watch in your bag, man.

- [Cut] Found a watch on my property stuck in the mud,

so I picked it up.

I didn't know it was his.

Don't judge me by my worst mistake.

- [Brandon] What did you just say?

- I just, I'm sayin', just principally,

don't judge me by my worst mistake.

- My dad used to say that. (chuckles)

'Bout my mom.

- [Cut] What did he do to your mom?

- (sighs) Nothing, it was about her.

She died in a car accident, a drunk driver.

- [Cut] I hate to hear that, Brandon.

They ever catch the drunk?

- It was her. She hit a tree and it killed her.

And my dad used to say,

"Don't judge her by her worst mistake." (clears throat)

But of course, I did man, I hated her,

for leaving me like that.

And I hated him.

And I hated myself.

- (sighs) What'd you hate yourself for?

- For not being enough of a reason

for her to stop drinking.

- You know, you can make a decision to stop that,

right now.

(sighs) My God, I wished I'd stopped it a long time ago.

(metal clanks)

(footsteps plod)

- Messed up! You messed up, boy!

(bangs door) Messed up.

Good thing I had this little dish towel

to wipe my face off with.

- [Brandon] Just let him go, man,

he had nothin' to do with this.

- Oh he had nothin' to do with it

until he started helping you and hurting one of my men.

Now he has everything to do with it.

So I've got a choice for you, and it's a doozy.

Life or death?

Stay here and get high as Heaven allows,

you forget your father, you forget this kook,

and you become a part of my family.

Or, you don't.

And I will let him live, Brandon.

I truly will, I promise you that.

But if he lives, you die. That's the deal.

- [Cut] Don't listen to a word comes outta his mouth.

- Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up.

Shut up. (somber music)

I will let you be alone with your thoughts.

I look forward to learning your choice, son.

(somber music)

I'll leave this here with you.

Case you decide to make that choice for him,

and hang yourself with it.

It smells like shit anyway.

(footsteps patter)

Come on, Ricky. (footsteps patter)

(metal clicks)

(door clatters)

- (sighs) I'm not worth it.

I'm not worth saving, man. I'm not worth shit.

- Your dad seemed to think you was worth savin'.

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirp) (suspenseful music)

(Brandon sighs)

(metal creaking)

(metal clanks)

- (sighs) Oh shit.

(somber music)

Cutter? Listen to me, man.

We're gonna get out of here.

I don't know how, but we're gonna get out of here.

Okay?

Weren't you in the Army or some shit?

We can fight these guys. We can do something.

- I don't know if you noticed, Brandon,

but I'm a little worse for wear.

(distant clatter)

(keys tinkle) (metal clinks)

(dramatic music)

- We're not looking back, okay? (nervous breathing)

(Sophie grunting) (nervous breathing)

Shh. (door clatters)

Let's go. - Hey hey hey.

Cutter's coming too.

- No, he's gonna track us down.

- She knows exactly what- - Stop.

Both of you stop, listen to me,

if you're not going, I'm not going.

- She's right. - Stop it.

Shh. - Go!

- If you won't come, I'm not going, and that's it, man.

I swear to God.

Please.

Please.

- (exhales) Okay, all right, have it your way.

(Sophie breathes nervously) (dramatic music)

- You surprised me, Brandon.

You really surprised me. (door rattles)

- Let's go, I know a tunnel.

- Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(door clanks) (suspenseful music)

You know how to get to the rehab from here?

- Sure, but it's over six miles away.

- We ain't never gonna make it.

- Then we will. Come on. - Let's go.

(suspenseful music)

- You okay? - Yeah. (grunts)

- Okay, let's go. (suspenseful music)

Come on. (suspenseful music)

- You got a vehicle, Sophie? - Sorta. (labored breathing)

Shit, there were more here last night.

- It's okay. - Okay, with me, come on.

- [Cut] It's okay, y'all just go.

(suspenseful music)

- [Serin] Hell are you doing out here, child?

- Shit, its Serin. Come on, come on.

- Luther, Luther, come quick!

Now!

- Cutter, get on. - Y'all gotta go.

- Get on the back, Cutter. - Hey hey, you can do this,

but you gotta go. (engine rumbles)

(siren wailing)

- Cutter, get on the back! - Go!

(siren wailing) (engine rumbles)

(gun blasts) (suspenseful music)

- Go left, go left. (suspenseful music)

Don't look back, don't look back.

- Okay, hold on. Don't let go.

(suspenseful music) (engine rumbling)

(gentle somber music)

(suspenseful music)

(engine rumbling) (suspenseful music)

What is this place?

- It's a shortcut. I think we're good.

- Shortcut, are we close?

(wheels screech) - Go, go go go go!

(engine rumbles) (suspenseful music)

(gate clatters) Come on.

No no no, come over here.

Come on, come on, come on. We gotta go, we gotta go.

Go Brandon, go- - What are you doing?

What are you doing, come on! - I'm gonna stall them.

You have to go, you have to get us help, okay?

- No, I'm not gonna leave. - You have to go, okay?

You have to trust me, please.

(somber music)

- No, no. - You have to go.

I'll meet you there, you have to go.

Just go, run! Run Brandon, run!

Run Brandon! (dramatic music)

(energetic dramatic music)

- [Dad] Brandon, run! Run!

(somber music)

(gate squeaks)

(door squeaks) (door rattles)

(Brandon breaths laboriously)

- Hello?

Hello?

(Brandon breathes laboriously)

What the hell is this place? (labored breathing)

(door rattles)

(footsteps patter) (somber music)

(Brandon breathes emotionally) (somber music)

- [Dad] I've been here the whole time.

I've seen everything.

Brandon, I am so proud of you.

- What do you mean you saw everything?

- Everything. (chuckles)

- What?

What is this place?

Where's Promise Valley? (labored breathing)

(suspenseful music)

- There is no Promise Valley, Brandon.

Only Gracepoint.

And you made it. - Stay back, man.

- It's okay, Brandon, Mr. Stone, he runs Gracepoint.

- Most everyone you met lives or works out of Gracepoint.

(somber music)

It's a lot to take in, I know.

(somber music)

But son, let me show you around, all right?

(somber music)

(radio chattering quietly) (somber music)

- Oh my God. (somber music)

- See, Cut found this place a few years back,

when we were overseas together in the same platoon.

When we got back, he lost his family to addiction.

Tried every conventional program under the sun to help,

but none of them seemed to work, so,

he altered the idea of what rehabilitation could mean.

Way to reveal one's true soul,

through a soul-defining experience.

We saw your every move.

Charted everything that happened.

Took a whole lot of coordination and planning,

but wasn't our first rodeo.

(dramatic music)

I didn't plan for you to jump down from that quarry though.

That's some learnin' for next time.

- I watched you shoot my dad.

(dramatic music)

- We used squibs on your dad.

(dramatic music)

you okay? - Yeah.

- Good job, man.

Shot at you with pain pellets.

It was a little tricky, but we pulled it off.

- [Dad] You did so well, son.

- How could you do this to me?

- What did you want me to do?

You were gonna die at home, doing what you were doing.

These people get results. - Results?!

That's what you care about?

You watched me go through all of that.

How could you do that? - What do you want me to do?

Keep rolling you over

so you don't choke on your own vomit every night?

- I thought you were dead. - So did I,

every single night, when you went out and didn't come home,

I thought you were dead on the side of a road in a ditch,

ODing somewhere.

You may not forgive me for a long time,

but if it means that you are sober and you are alive,

I'll live with that.

- I get it.

And I'm sorry for all of the bullshit,

for mom. (somber music)

I couldn't see it somehow. (somber music)

- I thought you were gonna hit me. (chuckles)

- Still might.

(somber music)

Talk about a head-trip.

(footsteps patter)

- [Luther] You lookin' for somebody?

- Yeah, where's Cut?

- He's not much for goodbyes, Brandon.

- I have to say thank you.

- You may get your chance one day.

- I don't know how to process this.

- [Dad] Maybe you should stay a little longer.

- You want me to stay?

- There are specialists on hand

to help with your transition.

We just ask that you pay it forward.

Help us out on a mission sometime.

(somber music)

- I don't know.

(somber music)

- Oh uh,

if I'm not mistaken,

I believe this is yours.

- [Dad] Come on. Let's get you something to eat.

(door rattles) (gentle music)

(engine hums) (drop patters)

(toilet flushes)

♪ Our love ain't what it used to be ♪

- Can I get a pack of cigarettes?

♪ Just like drivin' around ♪

Can I get a pack of cigarettes.

♪ My bed is empty ♪ (dramatic music)

-Welcome to Promise Valley.

Not your typical rehabilitation center.

Come reconnect with nature.

Disconnect from the outside world.

And connect with your higher power through praise and prayer.

Promise Valley rehabilitation center.