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[footsteps crunching]

["What Do I Owe" by Dummy playing]

[♪♪♪]

[jack-in-the-box music tinkling]

[♪♪♪]

[clown cackling]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, come on, I thought we were gonna get high.

Yeah, we can get high later.

[burping]

[giggling]

[calling] Jessica...

Jessica, what...

It's not funny.

Jesus Christ, Jessica,

what fucking size shoe do you have?

Hey, come on.

[wings flapping, crows cawing]

Jess?

[girl gasping]

Oh, no, did you get high already?

[spitting]

[sputtering]

Run...

[gasping in shock]

[corn stalks rustling, footsteps running]

[screaming]

[♪♪♪]

[panting in terror]

Aah!

[crows cawing]

[shoes squeaking]

What the fu--

[screaming]

[♪♪♪]

["I Ain't No Joke" by Eric B and Rakim playing]

[♪♪♪]

♪ I ain't no joke I used to let the mic smoke ♪

[Dad singing along] ♪ Now I slam it when I'm done ♪

♪ Make sure it's broke When I'm gone no one gets on ♪

♪ 'Cause I won't let ♪

♪ Nobody press up and mess up the scene I set ♪

♪ I like to stand in a crowd ♪

♪ And watch the people, wonder "Damn" ♪

♪ But think about it Then ya understand ♪

[mumbling] ♪ I'm just an addict addicted to music ♪

♪ Maybe it's a habit I gotta use it ♪

♪ Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm ♪

♪ I hook a beat up Convert it into hip-hop form ♪

♪ Write a rhyme in graffiti ♪

♪ And every show you see me in ♪

♪ Deep concentration ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm no comedian ♪

["Break Down" by Owen Chaim playing]

Oh, please God, Dad, no more '80s rap.

-It's dope. -You do realize

that the '80s are as far away from me

as the '40s were to you, right?

What? That is not true.

Do the math.

Shit.

Oh, well, uh, we're here.

[♪♪♪]

Wow.

It's, uh...

It's big.

The town's previous doctor used to live here

before he moved away.

[Quinn] You sure he didn't die in here?

Yeah, it doesn't--

[clearing throat] --smell great.

I think we'll just crack a window, it'll be fine.

There's... no cell service.

What?

No, no, no, that's not...

I told them.

Come on.

Did you even look at this place before you bought it, Dad?

I...

Okay, Quinn, look,

I wasn't in town for a very long, they--

[fly buzzing]

[flies buzzing]

Careful.

[flies buzzing]

[flies buzzing furiously]

-[screaming] -[yelping] Fuck!

Good to go, Doc.

Just get that chimney capped.

Okay, yeah, great. Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

[truck engine starting]

["Get Out of the Way" by Mother Mother playing]

[♪♪♪]

♪ Hey! ♪

♪ There's something in the way ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ It's just me and my brain ♪

♪ Look! ♪

♪ There's an elephant in the room ♪

♪ And I'll write the perfect song ♪

♪ For the perfect day ♪

[sizzling]

M... morning, Dad.

Uh, hey, morning, Quinn.

Are you good?

Hmm?

Yeah. I'm-I'm great.

How are you?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Good.

Good.

We're gonna be okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah, are you kidding me? Look at this place.

It looks like a home makeover dream come true.

Hey, it's your first day, let me drive you to school.

Dad, I am 17 years old.

I don't need a ride, I need a car.

I hear you, absolutely, but in the meantime--

I'm just going to walk.

Okay.

Uh, sorry about breakfast.

I'll, um, I'll get groceries after work.

Okay, do you think Wi-Fi might be more important?

Yes, I hear you.

I will get on that.

Have a great day at school.

Make new friends. -Not a chance.

[yelping]

Oh, hi.

Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya.

I saw you were new to the neighborhood, and I--

[banging] Ow! Uh, sorry.

Hey, uh, is everything all right?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, it's just a neighbor.

Ruston Vance,

but everyone around here just calls me "Rust."

Oh, I'm Dr. Maybrook.

This is my daughter, Quinn.

Uh, she's about to head off to school.

Do you want to walk her?

That's exactly why I'm here, sir.

Okay, cool. Let's do it.

So, what do you guys do around here for fun?

Oh, um,

I might not be the best person to ask.

I mean, the hunting and fishing's good,

if you like that sort of thing.

Ducks are in season.

Shit.

What?

The look on your face.

I...

I guess I'm not doing any good for stereotypes.

Oh, no.

Not everyone's a redneck here.

I just don't really care what other people think...

[car approaching]

[bass thumping]

Unlike some people.

So I guess I'll see you around.

It was nice meeting you, Quinn.

[Quinn] Yeah, thanks, dude.

Oh, and, uh,

be careful who you hang out with.

There's some real weirdos at this school.

[laughing]

Okey-dokey, Rust.

Thank you.

I will keep an eye out for 'em.

Just because it's Founder's Day tomorrow

doesn't mean that there won't be a test on Monday.

[students groaning]

Listen, you kids are spoiled rotten.

Back when I was in school,

we had it a lot tougher than you do.

[breathlessly] Hi.

[breathing hard] Sorry, I'm--

Late.

Take a seat.

Okay.

As I was saying,

you kids are graduating this year, and--

I'm graduating?

[laughing] Sick, man.

[teacher] Assuming you manage to land a job,

which for some of you, might be a long shot,

what do you think happens on Monday morning every week?

You go to work,

and work is neither easy nor fun.

In fact, sometimes it can be downright miserable.

[students laughing]

Okay, this is not funny.

Who did this?

Nobody.

All right.

Well, clear your desks.

We'll do the test now.

-[students groaning] -Brought this on yourselves.

It's time your generation learned some consequences.

Uh, Mr. Vern, that's not fair to the new girl.

Well, that's the price of being late.

Oh, they put the wrong room number on my schedule, so--

You know what? Detention for you.

What?

Anyone else?

Come on, chill, she didn't actually do anything.

Oh, well, then you can console her

this afternoon, Mr. Hill.

In detention.

-Really? -Mm.

Wow, you're on fire today, Mr. Vern.

Try me. Anyone else?

[students chuckling]

What is so funny?

This isn't the test, Mr. Vern.

Of course it's the test.

Actually, I think it's your dating profile.

[students laughing]

If one of these leaves this room,

you will all be suspended.

I will end you!

Okay, he is actually losing his mind.

...participation trophy generation...

Already 3,000 views.

Wow, his meltdown is a hit.

Man, I'm still trying to figure out what I did.

Ugh, he's just a bitter old man.

He hates us,

and so we hate him back, only more.

It's fun.

I'm Janet, by the way,

and that's Ronnie, Tucker, Matt, and--

I'm Cole.

I'm Quinn.

Where are you from?

Philly, actually.

-Philly. -Yeah.

My dad got put in Witness Protection Program,

so we're just laying low for a little while.

I'm kidding, obviously. -[laughter]

So, is Kettle Springs

everything you expected it to be?

Man, it looks like it's stuck in the '90s.

It still is the '90s for everyone over 30.

Yeah, they're really big on tradition around here.

Yeah, Founder's Day, right?

I keep seeing that, what is that?

That is a stupid holiday my family invented

to celebrate corn.

His dad is the local oligarch.

My great-grandfather invented Baypen corn syrup,

like, a hundred years ago.

Whoa.

Every year, there's this parade

where everyone gathers around a Frendo float

and worships him.

Frendo?

He's the clown on all the Baypen labels.

He's practically a local legend.

[Janet] Which is why we turned him

into a serial killer...

On our YouTube channel.

65,000 subscribers.

No shit?

Do you wanna see some of our work?

Hell, yeah.

I work the night shift

here at the Baypen factory.

[panting]

The power just went out,

and I swear I just heard someone laughing.

There shouldn't be anyone here.

[panting] Okay, hang on.

[distant cackling]

Did you just hear that?

No, no, no, I gotta get the power back on.

[rattling and tugging on door]

Okay.

Aah, shit, it's Frendo!

[menacing cackling]

[blows slash and thud]

[Frendo cackling wickedly]

[Dr. Maybrook] God, look at these prices.

It's $10 for a Salisbury steak

and a free side.

Think you can get off your phone, Quinn?

Hmm? Yeah.

You missing your friends?

Mm-hmm.

That why you were acting out today?

School called.

Detention on your first day is not really like you.

Dad, the teacher was a total dick.

-Okay. -[clearing throat pointedly]

You all ready to order?

Yeah, no, actually, um,

I would love just one more second with this menu.

It's my first time here.

Aw, take all the time you need, Doc.

Thank you.

Can you please try and be a little bit more respectful?

This is like the only place in town.

What?

Tell me there's at least a grocery store, right?

Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah, I just,

I didn't get a chance to go yet

because the cable guy was late.

Does that mean we have Wi-Fi?

You're welcome.

[chuckling] Oh, ho, ho, ho,

who is this person?

Have you seen my daughter?

She's like-- she's like about your height.

[Quinn] I think she's a little taller than that.

Hi, George. Usual?

Hey, would you mind putting some extra cheese

on that potato tonight, Trudy?

Oh, you got it, darlin'.

Thank you, doll.

Hey!

You must be the new doc.

Dr. Maybrook.

Yes, sir. Call me Glenn.

Hey, Sheriff Dunne.

Hi. This is my daughter, Quinn.

Nice to meet you, sweetheart.

I saw that new sign on your practice.

When are you all fittin' to take new patients?

Oh, uh, yeah, I'm gonna start tomorrow morning.

Oh, okay.

Well, I might be first in line.

Got a plantar's wart the size of Texas.

[chuckling]

I tell you what,

folks around here have been hurting

ever since that factory burned down.

It's been a real mess, yeah.

[Trudy] Sheriff...

Sorry about that, Doc.

Been having some problems with our local teenagers lately.

I recommend you stay away from that crowd, sweetheart.

[chuckling] Yeah.

Thank you, that's some good advice.

Uh, do you want to join us, Sheriff?

Oh, that's mighty kind of you. Don't mind if I do.

All right.

[under her breath] What are you doing?

Come on, okay?

Um, I actually just realized I'm not that hungry.

You don't have to--

You sure about that?

I tell you what,

Kettle Burger's the best you'll ever have.

I guarantee it.

I bet.

I don't really eat anything with a face right now, though.

Yeah, she's-- she's a vegetarian.

Oh, yeah.

Well, her generation's gotta save the world

one cow at a time, right?

-[chuckling] -Okay,

you guys have a really good time.

I'm gonna...

Okay, but Quinn--

I'll see you at home, Dad.

You don't have to--

Hey, gotta let 'em go someday, Doc.

[door bell jingling]

[teens chatting]

Oh, look who's coming.

That was quick.

Yeah, I was about to assault an officer.

Oh, Minnie Mouse is so tough.

I bet Sheriff Dunne was trembling.

I mean, you should try and avoid Sheriff Dunne.

That guy's got it out for us.

Hey, you don't have a fake ID, do you, New Girl?

Oh, yeah, actually, I do.

Uh, it's just in some boxes back at my house.

Bullshit.

Guys, we don't need fake IDs.

I got my guns.

[inhaling] These guns.

Oh, my God, you are such a loser.

I'm pretty sure your guns

aren't going to get us drunk.

Speak for yourself.

My god, guys, chill.

Matty and I got this.

Watch and learn, boys and girls.

Watch and learn.

[laughing at "I Love Lucy" on television]

That's no way to treat money!

[turns off television]

-Where are you from? -Hmm?

Oh, I'm from the East Coast.

East Coast?

Damn, that's very far.

[Matt] My grandmother? Really? My grandmother?

How could you?

[Tucker] Look, sorry, I've got a thing for old ladies.

[Matt] Oh, really?

[Tucker] Can't blame a brother.

Hey, hey, stop that!

Dude plowed my grandma Gladys.

[Tucker] It's not like that, Matty.

It was magical. I'm in love.

-Oh yeah? -Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You gotta take this

and your grandma-loving asses outside!

And... it's a miracle,

but she's pregnant.

[Matt] What?

[Tucker] And I'm going to marry her.

[Matt] You think you can fuck my grandma?!

I'm going to be your granddaddy, buddy!

[roaring]

No!

Come on, man, let's go!

Come on!

[teens] To Otis!

The best damn store clerk

Kettle Springs could ever ask for...

and to Matt's sexy grandmother Gladys.

[all laughing] Yes!

-To Grandma Gladys! -To Grandma Gladys!

-Oh, my god. -Oh, man. Ew!

Ronnie,

you couldn't have stole anything better than this?

It was the first thing I grabbed.

For the record,

I paid for at least twice of what we stole.

Oh, Cole, you're so amazing.

Man, he thought that the East Coast

was somewhere real far away.

Did you hear him say that?

I mean, it kind of is.

Both coasts are.

They call us "flyover country."

Oh, fuck that.

Yeah, man, people don't know what they're missing.

This place is like paradise.

[howling] Ow, ow, ow!

-[Matt] Hey, baby? -[Ronnie] Yeah.

I gotta go piss.

-[Cole] Classy as always, Matt. -[Matt] Thanks, man.

Hey, uh, don't roofie my drink when I'm gone.

[Ronnie] No guarantees.

So, uh,

the sheriff was saying

that the factory burnt down recently?

Uh... yeah.

We, um,

we filmed one of our videos in there.

We snuck in.

We shouldn't have, I know,

but we didn't actually start the fire.

Who did?

Nobody.

Faulty wiring.

Official conclusion.

But it's too big a coincidence,

so nobody believes that.

Including us.

What, you think someone set you up?

[screaming]

[Matt's screams cut short]

Okay, what in the fuck was that?

[screaming]

[groaning]

[groaning]

[screaming]

-[screaming in terror] -Quinn! Quinn!

It's-it's not-- It's...

[laughing]

Smile, Philly girl.

You're about to become a YouTube sensation.

We got you good.

[laughing] I can't believe she fell for that.

[Cole] You guys are fucking idiots, you know that?

You guys are all idiots.

Welcome to the club.

You must be counting the days till you can get out of here.

-No. -No?

-No-- -Bullshit.

Yes, I literally have a calendar in my room,

and I'm, like, X-ing off the days.

-[Cole laughing, coughing] -I'm not even kidding.

It's not a joke.

It's so sad, just this, like, red marker.

So, what comes next, then?

Just... just off to college?

Uh, yeah.

What about you?

[scoffing] No.

I got big plans for this town.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Like what?

Burning it all to the fucking ground.

I guess you're halfway there.

[both chuckling]

So, what, it's just you and your dad here?

Yeah.

Yeah.

My mom died of an overdose over the summer.

So yeah, it's just us.

[sighing]

Fuck.

-It's okay-- -I'm so sorry.

It's okay, no, no, no.

I-- my dad had, like, a breakdown

and couldn't go back to the ER.

Um, so...

I guess Kettle Springs just had an opening

for a family doctor, and, um...

here we are.

[chuckling softly]

My younger sister died last summer, too.

We used to hang out at this reservoir all the time,

and...

she wanted to jump off the cliff into the water.

She just didn't jump far enough.

Uh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?

Because we have a fucking video to finish.

Okay.

["If I Look Fine" by Roet playing]

♪ If I look fine ♪

♪ That's how you know I'm not ♪

♪ Slips through my fingers Everything I've got ♪

[song playing faintly on car stereo]

Well, tonight was totally unexpected.

[chuckling] Yeah.

Total surprise.

In like a good way, though, right?

Yeah, in a good way.

Okay, cool.

Thanks for listening to all my shit.

Yeah, same.

♪ If I look fine ♪

♪ That's how you know I'm not ♪

-Shit! Fuck... -Hey, Quinn,

What the hell? You know what time it is?

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

We were out, and I lost track of time.

What? Oh, and you've been drinking.

Who are you?

Uh, Cole Hill, sir.

Uh, don't worry, I'm totally okay to drive.

I had two drinks in four hours.

Yeah, that's two too many for somebody your age.

Okay, but realistically, everyone drinks in high school.

That being said, it will never happen again.

Yeah, it won't,

because you won't be seeing my daughter ever again.

Dad, stop.

Go home now.

Go home!

Dad, can you stop?

[car door slams]

[Quinn] Oh, my god...

[starting engine]

Fuck.

It's not my fault the cell reception sucks here.

You cannot run away

without telling me where you're going.

What, like how you just ran off

and moved us to the middle of nowhere

without asking me about it?

I asked you.

Yeah, and I said I didn't want to go.

Quinn, that's not fair.

I asked you, and you said that you'd be willing to go

if it's what I needed, right?

Exactly, exactly. If it's what you needed.

It never actually mattered what I wanted.

That's-- how can you say that?

Of course it matters. That's why I asked you

in the first place-- -No, it isn't.

No, it never mattered what I wanted,

because you fucking ran away.

We ran away,

because I guess that's what we do now.

We just run away when things get hard,

or scary,

or fucked up,

and I don't want to run anymore.

I just want to be okay!

[door slamming]

[sniffling]

[crying]

[notification chimes]

Huh.

[scary music playing]

[screaming]

What in the fuck was that?

[screaming]

What the fuck?

[screengrab clicking]

[♪♪♪]

[text message chiming]

No way...

[door cam notification chiming]

[Tucker scoffing] Cole.

It's payback time already, huh?

Never prank the prankster.

[cocking gun]

All right, game on.

[pans clattering]

[cat meowing, distant clattering]

Motherfuck.

Okay, guys, not cool.

Matt...

Shit.

[toilet flushing upstairs]

[Tucker calling] Cole?

Come on, man, I can hear you.

Gotcha!

Matt, I swear to God.

[plastic crinkling underfoot]

Okay.

Okay, nice touch with the plastic sheeting.

I like it.

Fuck.

What the hell?

[jack-in-the-box music tinkling]

[toy clown cackling]

Okay, y'all stepping it up with this one.

[screaming]

[blood splattering]

[clown shoes squeaking]

[laughter]

[classical music playing]

[woman] Try this on and pray it fits,

because it's the last one.

[man sighing]

What is going on with this?

It fit perfect last year.

This was my favorite damn jacket.

You must have washed it or something.

Don't blame the dry cleaners.

You need to lay off that junk food.

-Junk-- What? -[footsteps running past]

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

To the parade?

Not after detention, you're not.

Dad, the whole class got detention.

I didn't even do anything wrong.

Mr. Vern just hates us.

Well, did you know

that Mr. Vern's brother committed suicide last month

when he lost his job at the factory?

I'm sorry, I didn't know that.

Oh, okay.

That's not my fault.

It's not your-- It's not his fault.

You know, you've got to start taking some responsibility.

It's nobody's fault, baby.

Sometimes things just happen.

What are you doing?

Go on, now.

Happy Founder's Day.

I would like to welcome you all

to the 100th annual

Kettle Springs Founder's Day Parade!

[crowd cheering]

A hundred!

[cheering]

Today we celebrate

things that bring us together,

things that keep us together,

like tradition.

-[crowd applauding] -Yeah.

Like hard work...

[crowd cheering]

Like good old small-town values!

[crowd cheering]

[band playing]

[♪♪♪]

[laughing]

[♪♪♪]

[novelty horn honking]

Frendo!

[crowd cheering]

-[Quinn] Hey! -Hey.

You guys figure out who that mystery Frendo is yet?

No, but we were thinking it might be Rust.

He and Cole used to be friends.

Yeah, that guy.

He's, um...

a little off.

Uh, he's very off.

Yo, you guys seen Tucker anywhere?

No, he's being a text bitch.

[Janet] Okay, screw Tucker.

We're doing another video.

Really? Here?

Shut up, it's gonna be hilarious,

isn't it, Ronnie?

Totally hilarious.

Okay, you guys get the wide shot.

We're going to get cutaways over there.

Yeah?

Okay, let's go. -We'll get cutaways.

Okay.

-Hey. -Hey.

Oh...

hop on my shoulders.

You want me to do it?

Come on, let's go.

Okay.

[chuckling nervously]

So...

I kind of throw this party every year

after the parade.

Yeah?

Any chance your dad will let me take you with me?

Oh, less than zero percent.

Awesome.

I'll pick you up at 10:00.

Yo, yo, yo!

[cackling] Ha ha!

No fucking way.

[parade cars honking]

-Hey! -Shit!

Bozo, what do you think you're doing?

-No, no, no! -[bomb sizzling]

No! Shit!

[laughing]

Sorry, man!

[crowd screaming]

Fuck.

What's going on?

[line snapping]

[crowd screaming]

Cole?

Who the hell is responsible for this?

I think we should get out of here.

Oh, yeah.

Guys, what the fuck?

Did you guys see that?

What the hell was that?

That was insane, right? -[Sheriff] You did this!

No, no, sir, I-I didn't do anything.

Oh, the hell you didn't.

You probably already put it on the Internet.

What...

We literally didn't do anything.

You sabotaged Founder's Day.

Now sit in here and stew on it.

Uh, Cole will call his dad.

Good luck with that.

I can't believe this is actually happening.

17 years old,

and I've already hit rock bottom.

He can't actually hold us here

without charging us, right?

This feels illegal.

You think he gives a shit about what's legal?

This is how it works in Kettle Springs.

I am so dead.

[old man] Yeah,

you are dead.

Never fuck with Frendo.

[old man snoring]

All right, you're free to go.

Not you, Daryl.

Aw...

Dad...

-What the hell, Quinn? -I know.

I told you to stay away from the Hill boy.

He didn't do anything.

The fucking sheriff has it out to get him.

Yeah, maybe because he burned down the factory

that employed half the town-- -No. No, no,

that was not his fault.

That was an electrical issue.

It was a wire that-- -Oh, he tell you that?

No, they did a full investigation.

He's not a liar, Dad.

He's not even a bad guy.

He's actually a really good guy.

Wait, you've known him for two days,

you end up in detention and now jail.

Because the teacher is a f-- asshole.

-Oh, okay. -But--

And so is the sheriff, Dad. -Sure.

There is something fucked up

about the old people in this town.

So it's everybody else's fault.

You know what?

You need to face consequences for your actions.

You're grounded until further notice.

No, no, no, no, I...

I am telling you, it was not--

Whose car is this, by the way? -Yeah...

It was going to be a surprise, but fat chance now.

Seriously?

Fuck.

I don't even know how to drive stick.

Yeah, I know you don't.

It was supposed to be like a bonding thing.

So you could experience

all the joy and trauma of my generation.

[chuckling ruefully]

Yeah, maybe some other time, Dad.

Yeah.

[quietly] I'm trying, Quinn.

[starting engine]

["Bye Bye" by Haiku Hands playing]

One... [grunting]

Two...

Three. [sniffing]

[groaning] Yeah, six.

♪ Lean in, I do what I want and I won't ♪

♪ Backbeat, I'm free Drop a knee for your soldier ♪

♪ Breathe in, I do what I want ♪

[gulping]

♪ And I'm gonna do you ♪

[ominous music pulsing]

Seriously, guys?

Tucks?

[jack-in-the-box music tinkling]

[clattering]

Check this out, Tucker,

wherever you went.

[laughing]

[exhaling and grunting] One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

[toy clown cackling]

[exhaling and straining]

Five!

Tucker, you asshole, man.

[Frendo giggling]

Take it.

Take it, I'm spent.

[chuckling] Okay, yeah, very funny, motherfucker.

[Frendo giggling]

[cackling]

You fucking psycho!

[screaming] God!

[screaming, crunching]

[clown shoes squeaking]

["A Thousand Little Fires" by Anthony Lazaro playing]

♪ Creepers left and right Buzz like crazy ♪

[phone notification chiming]

♪ Everybody's trying to steal my lady ♪

♪ Spot us in the mirror and think this can't be right ♪

♪ Back to the scene of a Friday night ♪

♪ To a blessed collision still froze in time ♪

[notification chiming]

["It's Not About You" by Haiku Hands playing]

I can't believe we're doing this right now.

My dad is actually going to kill me.

No.

He's actually going to kill me.

He's not going to find out,

and even if he does,

I've already got a sober ride home planned,

so at least he'll know

you were disobeying him responsibly.

Responsibly, okay.

-Responsibly. Yes. -That's very reassuring.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What? What is that?

That is what I wanted to show you.

Isn't it cool?

Some Baypen schwag for ya.

Yeah, it is really cool.

Where did you get it from?

Oh, they have that kind of stuff all over town.

Yeah?

Like your psycho Frendo costume?

Where'd you get that?

I'm OG Kettle Springs, baby.

I got all kinds of stuff.

Does it work?

Try it.

[jack-in-the-box music tinkling]

[♪♪♪]

Look out! [tires screeching]

Fuck...

Ruston?

What the hell, man?

It's Saturday night.

I fell asleep in the tree stand.

When I woke up, there he was.

You know, that's barely a four-pointer.

It's a month of free dinner while my pop's out of work.

Rust...

Quinn.

Uh, yeah, we met, actually.

Hi again. Quinn.

Uh, Rust and I used to, uh, go hunting together.

Well, we're heading to the hoedown.

I'd tell you to come join us,

but it looks like you gotta go beat your meat.

Hey, did you tell Quinn

you used to practice your boy-band dance moves

in the mirror?

Later, Rust.

Be careful, Quinn.

[♪♪♪]

Come on.

[Quinn] So what do I got to do

to see some of these dance moves?

[Cole] Look, all I'm saying

is don't challenge me to a dance-off.

[Quinn laughing]

Challenge accepted.

You're a big talker. I like it.

Are you sure the owners are okay with us being here?

[Cole] Oh, no, we're fully trespassing.

-So if we get arrested again-- -We won't.

Don't worry, we do this every year.

Do you promise?

Absolutely.

You are totally safe here, okay?

Trust me.

["How U Feelin'" by Kabwasa playing]

[Cole] Hell, yeah.

♪ Ooh yeah, like me ♪

♪ Like me, ooh yeah, like me ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Say that then unless you wanna move along ♪

Oh, hey, you guys made it!

Shots?

All right.

♪ Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty get loose ♪

♪ Tired of talkin' ♪

[coughing] Oh, my god, what is in that?

That's moonshine, I think.

Oh, look, it's Cole and his shiny new plaything.

[Cole] Shut up.

Where the hell are Matt and Tucker?

Well, Matt was supposed to pick us up,

but he just never showed.

He still hasn't texted me back.

I'm so fucking mad at him.

[Cole] Same with Tucker.

It's weird, right?

They're planning something again, aren't they?

I was just thinking the exact same thing.

Be on guard, peeps.

[DJ] Yo, yo, yo, y'all having a good time?

[cheering]

Welcome to the Founder's Day Barn Rave, baby!

[cheering]

Now, let me take a second

to thank my main man,

the one who paid for all this shit,

the junior founder himself,

and the future of Kettle Springs...

Cole Hill!

[crowd cheering]

Give me a sec.

Look, I'm only going to say a couple things here

before we get to the real festivities.

Hell, yeah! [scattered cheering]

I know my great-grandfather founded this town,

but let's be honest,

we're the future here, right?

-[cheering] Whoo! -Yeah!

So let's not subscribe to some backwards-ass belief

of what this town used to be,

and instead think ahead

and dream up what comes next,

and let's have a good fucking time!

[crowd cheering]

["Wicked and Weird" by Buck 65 playing]

[♪♪♪]

♪ Driving with a yellow dog I95 ♪

♪ He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes ♪

♪ Up at a decent hour never ate yet ♪

♪ Got a little Johnny Cash in the ol' tape deck ♪

♪ Nothing in the trunk but some baseball gloves ♪

♪ A pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs ♪

♪ Blanket on the back seat we're in rough shape ♪

[crowd chanting] Yes! Yes! Yes!

♪ Lookin' for a gas station better make a list ♪

♪ Fill 'er up with regular I need to take a piss ♪

♪ Sexy girl air freshener Snacks and that pinwheel ♪

♪ Top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield ♪

♪ Not a care in the world Not a how, when, and why ♪

♪ No destination Not a cloud in the sky ♪

♪ Back on the road not a moment too soon ♪

♪ Dish ran away with some other spoon ♪

♪ Wicked and weird ♪

♪ I'm a road hog with an old dog ♪

♪ Singing slow songs tryin' to hold on ♪

♪ Wicked and weird ♪

♪ I'm a rat fish Tryin' to practice ♪

♪ Doin' back flips on your mattress ♪

♪ Wicked and weird ♪

♪ I'm a road hog with an old dog ♪

♪ Singing slow songs, tryin' to hold on ♪

[Quinn] Like, you're just not good at dancing.

[Cole] Hey.

[door creaking open]

[Heavyweight" by Ruckspinx Eliza Legzdina playing]

♪ Agitated, exasperated ♪

♪ Why you look so mad when the woman's elated? ♪

♪ Yeah, wipe that look off your face ♪

♪ When you see a girl come through in first place ♪

♪ Know that she bad 'cause she worked through the hate ♪

♪ Too bad I'm the boss I'm the one you can't play ♪

♪ Won't let you win and you can't complain ♪

♪ No, sir, no, sir We're not the same ♪

♪ I'm a real leader ♪

Maybe we should slow down a bit.

Oh, you like slow kisses?

♪ Transistor sister I play on the radio ♪

♪ Watching me 'cause I do it with ease ♪

♪ If you can't catch up you will feel my breeze ♪

♪ In our house we increased them fees ♪

♪ 'Cause with my squad it's guaranteed ♪

Slower.

Do you mean slow like this?

♪ Try all you want You can't imitate ♪

♪ I'm a heavyweight ♪

I mean, like, slow we...

we get another beer slow.

[music stops abruptly]

Oh, my god.

I'm so sorry.

Uh, no, I-- Quinn, I'm sorry.

I feel so fucking stupid.

No, Quinn, Quinn, stop.

Quinn!

I have so much shit going on inside of me right now,

and-and sometimes I...

I just don't know what to do with all of it.

Yeah...

I can see that.

You figure that out and get back to me.

[opening beer]

Hey, new girl!

You get rejected yet?

[laughing]

Cole rejects everybody.

[sighing]

You could have told me that, Janet.

You're a sucker, Quinn.

He sucked you into his little web

so he could feed on your naive little mind.

Oh!

Oh, you bitch!

You guys! You guys, stop!

[distant girl screaming]

Hey, Ginger,

you okay?

[screaming]

Stop!

Matt and Tucker, remember?

This time, you don't fall for it.

[laughing derisively] Oh, my god.

Aw, Ginger,

did you die?

That is so sad.

Sucks to die so young.

-Aw... -[laughing]

This is pretty pathetic.

I know, right?

[distant heads-up whistle]

[head thudding]

Oh, my god, guys!

They made a plaster cast of Matt's head.

[Ronnie and Janet laughing]

Ronnie, think fast.

[splashing]

[gasping] You bitch!

-[laughing] -You got corn syrup

all over my new top.

[others laughing]

[Ronnie] Aw, baby, you look so sad.

Did you get a little owie on your neck?

-[laughing] -You guys...

Guys...

I can't find her pulse.

She's fucking dead.

[screaming in horror]

[Frendo laughing]

[clown shoes squeaking]

Hey, check it out! It's Frendo!

[firing crossbow]

[screaming] Run!

[teens screaming in panic]

Janet!

[thudding]

-Thanks. -Yeah.

Run! Run!

[panicked screaming]

[teen inside] Sorry!

Open the door!

Around the back!

[gasping]

Please don't.

Duck!

[firing]

Holy shit.

Thank you.

Where's Cole?

I don't know. I was just with him.

I don't know.

Did anybody call 911?

You can't.

It's a total dead zone.

Somebody drive back to town, then!

He slashed everyone's tires

and pulled the batteries.

Take his mask off.

[distant chainsaw starting up]

[Frendos laughing]

[revving chainsaws]

[laughing menacingly]

Holy fucking shit.

That's a lot of Frendos!

[revving chainsaw]

[Quinn screaming]

[pumping shotgun]

[Frendo laughing]

[firing]

[Frendo screaming]

[teens panicking] Get up!

[moaning in pain]

[Rust] You gotta get up!

[cackling menacingly]

[coughing]

[roaring]

Where were you?

I was looking for you. Come on!

[revving chainsaw]

[empty gun clicking] Fuck!

Come on! We gotta get inside!

Come on, come on! Move!

[chainsaw revving]

Quinn?

You asleep already?

Um, listen, I just wanted to say

that I know how hard this must be for you,

and I can't imagine what you're going through...

Damn it.

Fucking teenagers!

I'm not getting any signal.

[Frendos shouting]

They're surrounding us.

[Frendo] We got you surrounded!

There's fucking clowns everywhere.

[Frendos banging]

[pumping shotgun]

[Frendo] There's no way out!

Rust, not that I'm complaining or anything,

but do you bring a loaded shotgun

to every party?

It's always in my truck,

locked.

That's why they didn't get it.

[sobbing] Those clowns hate us.

Ronnie, we're safe for now. It's a steel door.

[heavy thudding on door]

[thudding and banging on door]

[sobbing, Frendos cackling]

It's over.

We're all gonna be headless teenagers

without heads!

Ronnie, Ronnie, you need to calm down, okay?

Look at me. Breathe.

[banging on walls]

[Frendo shouting] We're gonna kill you!

Who the fuck are they? Why are they doing this?

And why is it only us?

[whispering] Never fuck with Frendo.

[banging on door, Ronnie gasping]

[banging and cackling outside]

We gotta go. We gotta get out of here.

She's right. We can't stay here.

What about the Tillersons' house?

We can use their landline to call for help.

That's like a mile through a cornfield

in the fucking dark.

How many shells you got left?

Three.

You know, I never thought I'd say this,

but I'm glad you're such a fucking redneck, Rust.

Aw, thanks, man. I love you, too.

[wood splintering]

[firing twice]

What the hell, man? What are you doing?

What? I got him!

Yeah, and you wasted two shells doing it!

Now we only have one left to get out of here!

Oh, my God,

can you stop being so fucking stupid?

No, you know what? You're stupid,

because you threw away everything we had,

for what?

No, no, we never had anything.

Oh, bullshit.

[all realizing] Oh...

Why can't you just admit who you are

for once in your fucking life?

Because I don't fucking know!

[clattering]

[Cole] Fuck!

You guys?

There's a hole in the ground over here.

Yes...

It's a drainage ditch.

Drainage for what?

You don't want to know.

Hey, I am not crawling through a shit pipe.

-[wall splintering] -[screaming]

[Frendo] I'm gonna kill you!

Never mind! Let's go.

Guys, they have us surrounded.

[Frendo cackling]

If we try and crawl out of here,

they'll just Whac-A-Mole us to death.

Not if we distract them.

Driving around looking for you now.

It's not a big town.

It's only a matter of time.

I'm not mad, Quinn.

Just please call me back.

[glass crunching underfoot]

[distant voice moaning]

Hello?

Hello?

I don't have any drugs here, if that's what you want.

[Frendo] Move.

Don't look. Keep going.

[Dr. Maybrook] Okay, okay, okay.

[muffled voice moaning]

[muffled groaning]

[Dr. Maybrook] What is happening?

Save him, or your daughter dies.

Where-where is she?

[grunting]

You'll find out.

First, you've got work to do.

Okay, okay.

Let's hope this works.

I can't do it! I can't!

Shut up, Ronnie! Go!

[crashing and laughing]

You owe me a new outfit after this.

Not the time, Janet.

-Don't be long. -Try and hold your breath.

[Frendos yelling]

Are you sure about this?

Yeah, man. You know I love blowing shit up.

[chainsawing, cackling]

Here, take this. There's on one shot left.

[chainsawing]

Rust, like...

I'm really sorry about-- -Tell me about it later!

I'll be right behind you.

[smashing]

Go. Go!

Fuck!

Oh, I hate my life,

I hate my life, I hate my life.

[whimpering]

Oh, my god...

Move your butt, Ronnie.

[whimpering]

[chainsawing]

[grate clanking]

[coughing]

[tractor motor rumbling]

[gasping]

Oh, geez.

Rust...

W-we have to go get him.

We can't. We have to go for help.

We have one bullet.

One bullet.

Save it.

We have to go to the Tillersons' house.

What, through the cornfield?

What choice do we have?

Cole!

Aw, hell!

Go, go, go!

[shrapnel clattering into pan]

[Frendo groaning]

[Frendo groaning]

He's having trouble breathing.

Let me just-- -I said leave it on.

Who are you people?

Did I say you could talk?

[over walkie-talkie] K4, you there?

We got more incoming.

Roger that. Send 'em down. Doc's here.

Copy!

[shrapnel clattering]

I need more saline.

What?

He's in shock.

He's going to die if he doesn't get more fluids.

I need more saline.

Well, why don't you get some?

'Cause I'm in the middle of an operation.

Fine. Where is it?

In the cabinet behind you.

[fabric ripping]

Where?

Um, it's in the bottom drawer.

Come on, come on, come on...

Here.

Sorry about tonight, Quinn.

Oh, it's okay.

Don't worry about it.

You know, except for the clowns trying to kill us and all.

That kind of sucks.

-[corn stalks crunching] -[Ronnie] Ow!

This corn hurts.

Shut up, Ronnie.

I can't shut up.

Fuck, it's like we're in

some awful '80s slasher horror movie in the corn.

[Janet] Which means what, exactly?

[sighing sadly] It means I'm next.

Okay, stop it!

[gasping] Guys, there's the road.

There's a car coming.

Come on. -Let's go.

Hey, hey!

-Hey, wait! -Hey!

[siren whoops]

Oh, shit.

Please tell me that isn't the fucking sheriff.

[cocking gun] Put the gun down.

Sir? Sir, I--I know this looks bad,

but this isn't mine.

Put the gun down now,

and back away.

Okay.

Sheriff, you don't understand.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we were attacked by clowns!

[Sheriff sighing] All right,

I've had about enough of you, thanks.

It-it-it-- This wasn't me, okay?

Whoa, whoa, what?

No, no, no.

Quinn, no. -Wait, wait, wait!

No, no, no.

Sheriff, you don't understand.

There's a massacre going on.

There's a bunch of dead people back there.

Anything you say

can and will be used against you

in a court of law. [handcuffs closing]

What is happening?

Why is everyone so fucking mean?

[Sheriff] Hey!

Watch your language, girlie.

[Quinn] This is not a joke.

There's a bunch of psychos

dressed up like Frendo

who are trying to kill us!

Oh, my god.

Oh, that's my bad.

All right, okay, y'all are making

one of your little goofy Internet videos?

Is that what's happening?

Your little dirtbag friends out there

filming me from the cornfield?

Is that right?

There's no camera, you idiot!

We're in a bunch of danger right now!

Shut up, you're the one

who's in a bunch of danger, homeboy.

-Wait, wait, wait! -It's real, Sheriff.

I swear to God.

They have chainsaws and-and axes...

Yeah, and-and pitchforks,

and my boyfriend's head! [crying]

Y'all had a shotgun,

so what's your problem?

[Quinn] This is insane. This is--

What? This is insane. Why won't you listen to us?

Wait, wait, wait, arrest me too!

Please just get me out of here.

Next time, toots.

Y'all have a pleasant rest of your night.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, don't!

We need help! We need help!

How do we have the worst sheriff in America?

What the hell?

Why did he only arrest Cole?

Okay, let's get to the Tillersons' house.

We can call for help there.

How far is it?

Not far. Come on.

What? Wait, wait, wait, no. I'm not going back in there!

I'm drawing the line, okay?

I'm drawing the line right here!

[sobbing] Oh, shit.

[panting]

Wait! [sobbing]

Wait!

[corn stalks rustling]

[heavy footsteps approaching]

[chainsaw starting up]

What?

[revving chainsaw]

Run!

[screaming]

[chainsaw revving]

[sawing cornstalks]

[gasping]

Wrong way!

-Change of plans! -[screaming]

Shh. Shh.

[shushing]

[chainsaw idling]

[chainsaw idling, footsteps approaching]

[chainsaw turns off]

[slow footsteps]

[whispering] We're gonna die.

[muffled sobbing]

[screaming]

[gasping]

[chainsaw revving]

[screaming]

Oh, my God!

[screaming]

Oh, my god!

[revving chainsaw]

[ringing doorbell urgently]

Did you seriously just ring the doorbell?

Well, do we just go in?

I think we're past the point of pleasantries, Janet, yeah.

[panting shakily]

[whispering] Do you see a phone?

Shh...

[gasping]

[whispering] Is he dead?

Well, I don't think he's meditating.

[panting shakily]

I think he's dead.

[distant rotary phone ringing]

It's a phone!

Oh, my god.

Upstairs.

Let's go.

[rotary phone ringing]

There it is!

Hello?

[call disconnects]

-Hello? -[dial tone buzzing]

What?

Look-- I think the ph--

I think the line is dead.

Okay, call 911.

Well, where's the button, Janet?

Uh, what is this? What is this?

What the fuck kind of phone is this?

[phone receiver clattering]

[crying and whimpering]

Quinn...

[Quinn] Holy shit.

What is this?

[jack-in-the-box music tinkling]

-[toy clown cackling] -[gasping in fright]

This was a trap.

We gotta get out of here.

[TV static crackling]

Oh, shit!

He was meditating!

[screaming]

[glass bulb shattering]

[electricity buzzing, Frendo roaring]

Oh, shit, Janet!

[vase smashing]

[coughing, spluttering]

[moaning] Oh, god, is it bad?

Is it bad? I can't look.

Oh, my god, it's bad.

Oh, it's so bad, girl.

Fuck, stay still, stay still, stay still, stay still...

-[pulling the pitchfork] -[screaming]

I know, I know, I know!

Don't let me die, don't let me die.

-No, no, no, no, no! -I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!

[Janet screaming]

[blow squelching]

I hate you, Quinn.

[Frendo grunting] Me too.

[whimpering] Oh, fuck.

Jeez...

Come on, hurry it up.

This is taking too long!

[monitor beeping steadily]

[alert beeping]

What happened?

[Dr. Maybrook] He's flatlining.

Um, look, I need your help.

Me?

Yeah, yeah, you!

Come on, take it, take it!

What are you looking at me for?

Take 'em, take 'em, take 'em, take 'em, take 'em!

Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Ready? One, two...

Fuck the Hippocratic oath!

You shouldn't have done that.

Sorry.

Um, you're going to want to leave that in there.

I'm going to get some help.

No, no. What are you doing?

No, no. No, no, no, I just...

Ah...

Okay, that's...

Now you're gonna bleed out.

Yeah. See?

That's...

This is exactly what I was saying.

Aah!

[grunting]

[groaning, knife clattering]

Don't say I didn't warn you.

-[turning on walkie-talkie] -[Frendo] It's all going wrong!

Goddamn it! We shouldn't have done it like this!

[female Frendo] This is not my fault!

The damn girl's tougher than we thought!

[male Frendo] Just get her

and bring her back to the Baypen factory!

[Dr. Maybrook] Oh, my God.

-We'll deal with her there. -Roger that.

[opening door]

[panting]

[struggling with door]

[panting]

[engine starting]

Damn it!

[distant chainsaw starting]

[revving chainsaw]

[engine stalling]

Goddamn it!

No, don't do this to me right now.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, please don't do this to me right now.

[engine stalling]

Aah!

Damn it!

When your dad wants to teach you to drive stick,

you fucking say yes! [sobbing]

[screaming]

[chainsaws revving]

[Frendo cackling maniacally]

[glass shattering]

[screaming]

[throwing switch]

[whispering] Who the hell are you people?

Aw.

Welcome to the main event, sweetie pie.

My fucking face hurts.

Don't complain.

I gotta work in the morning.

Work? This is work.

This is the best damn job I've ever had.

[laughing]

[all laughing]

Better than my day job.

Yeah, you're a lot fucking better at it, too.

[Sheriff] Language, sweetheart.

[cattle prod crackling]

[screaming in pain]

[Frendos laughing]

Why are you doing this?

[voice approaching] Because...

it's a Founder's Day tradition!

I mean, only when necessary, of course.

[chuckling softly]

[whispering] You're Cole's dad.

No.

No, Cole's no son of mine.

I disowned him.

Oh, come on, please just let me go.

No, no, no, no.

It's way too late for that, toots.

[Quinn] I didn't do anything.

Shh.

Shh.

You know, Kettle Springs is a good town,

filled with good people, right?

Uh-huh.

That's right, it is.

Best of America...

what's left of it.

And keeping it that way all these years

hasn't been easy.

It takes vigilance,

because every couple of generations,

well, we get ourselves a bad crop.

I'm not even from here.

[cattle prod crackling]

Go ahead.

[Quinn] Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

[cattle prod crackling, groaning in pain]

[coughing]

[Quinn sobbing]

Now, listen.

In the '30s, Baypen became the national brand.

It kept this town afloat, right?

[Frendos] Uh-huh. You can say that.

And then this big old train full of hobos

just rolled on into town,

and they just didn't want to leave.

No, and then we had some hippies in the '60s.

They came in and started a commune,

sold dope to kids,

and then, oh, in the '90s,

we all know what kind of burnouts

those guys were, man.

[chuckling]

But your generation,

with your...

your fucking preening and your goddamn cat videos,

well, you guys might be the worst of them all.

Cancer.

A scourge!

A blighted crop is what you are,

that needs to be culled!

Oh, Cole!

-[muffled shouting] -Cole!

Surprise!

What are you doing? He's your son!

No, I told you, he isn't my son,

not since he killed his own sister.

He didn't kill her.

-It was on his watch! -She drowned!

He took everything from me,

everything that I cared about,

and then you burned down the goddamn factory.

That was the last straw, Cole.

I just came to the realization

that my boy is just a bad seed,

and Daddy has to start all over.

[cackling]

Oh, my god, you're insane.

You're an insane person!

I'm just doing what my daddy did before me,

and his daddy did before him.

Tradition.

You really think

you're going to be able to get away with this?

[cackling] Look.

Would you like to see Cole's suicide note? Hmm?

It's going live on his socials tomorrow morning.

Yup!

Another spoiled rich kid

that shoots up a party,

and then he kills the girl that spurned him

right before he kills himself.

-Affluenza's a bitch.

Yeah. [cackling]

Yeah, I would say so.

So let's go.

Let's get this show on the road.

You're fucking sick, you know that?

You just pretend to care.

You're so worried about what's wrong with the kids,

when you guys are the ones that fucked everything up!

You don't care about the Earth.

You don't care about the next generation.

Well, guess what,

the world's going to change

whether you like it or not,

and I know that scares the shit out of you...

because if you can't have things the way that you want 'em,

you'd rather burn it all to the fucking ground!

You'd rather kill us than just listen.

Let's hear it for Cole.

That was beautiful.

That was beautiful!

You know what?

I'm gonna put that into the suicide note.

I mean, I'm not going to put in

all the gory details and stuff,

but, um, you know, I'll put a lot of it.

Jesus fucking Christ, this is endless.

[pumping shotgun] Can we get on with it, please?

Well, yes, sir.

Thank you.

Listen, sweetheart, I'm really sorry.

I mean, I-- I tried to warn you,

but you didn't listen.

Dumb fuck!

[Sheriff] Just like the rest of your goddamn generation.

[Cole] No! No!

[crashing]

[screaming]

[scaffold clattering]

[coughing]

[gurgling]

Sheriff?

I'm okay, right?

Uh...

[starting chainsaw]

[Quinn] Dad!

Cole! Get Cole!

[chainsaw revving]

[Mr. Vern grunting]

[cattle prod crackling, shot blasting]

Dad!

[groaning] Run, Quinn.

Run!

Shit! [pumping shotgun]

[firing]

Dunne...

You go get her, I got Cole.

[panting]

[yelping]

Hey, Doc...

[grunting]

[pipe clattering]

[banging]

[door lock rattling]

[banging]

[banging]

[sawing] Come on, come on, come on...

[starting engine]

[groaning]

[tires squealing]

[revving engine]

[gasping for air]

[smashing]

It's over, sweetheart.

Come on out, now. There ain't nowhere to run.

Don't worry, I'll make it quick.

[pumping shotgun]

See, that's the problem with your generation.

You all think

that you're smarter than us.

[blasting]

You got that right.

[cattle prod crackling]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[panting]

And I'm not your fucking sweetheart.

[Cole] You're going down, no matter what.

The truth is going to come out eventually.

Oh, you are too dumb to be my son.

You tell people what they want to believe,

and you can get away with murder.

You started the fire, didn't you?

For the fucking insurance money.

Business was bad.

You were losing money, weren't you, Dad?

You burnt down the factory!

-Now I take it back.

You're not as dumb as I thought.

[Cole] Oh, fuck you.

I'll see you in hell, son.

[car engine starting]

[tires screeching]

Cole! Cole!

Oh, my God!

Stay there! Stay there!

Cole! Help!

[firing]

[gasping]

[Cole coughing]

[gasping for breath]

[Dr. Maybrook groaning]

[coughing]

Rust.

Cole!

You're alive, man.

See?

You always second-guess, man.

No, it's because you smell like burnt flesh.

You don't smell so good either.

Oh, fuck it.

Such a confusing fucking night.

[Dr. Maybrook] Quinn!

-Dad! -Oh, Quinn.

Quinn, oh, my God. -Dad.

Oh, thank god you're okay.

Are you--are you okay?

No, yeah, it's fine.

He just shot me once,

but it was on the spleen side, so...

Oh, my god, that looks really fucking bad.

No, it's okay. Hey, hey...

Promise me we'll learn

to talk things through a bit better.

Yeah, I would like that very much.

[chuckling in relief]

Okay, let's get out of here.

Okay, you don't have to--

[groaning in pain] Okay, okay, I'll be fine.

[grunting] Come on. Come on...

[Cole] So, what do you guys think of Kettle Springs so far?

[Quinn] Uh... well, I haven't really been here very long,

but I hear it's fucking lovely in the spring.

-[Dr. Maybrook] Quinn. -[Quinn] Oh, sorry, Dad.

[Dr. Maybrook] Language.

Guys?

Oh, shit.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Yes.

There are keys.

Quick, get in!

Here we go. All right.

[starting engine]

Shit.

Shit! It's another stick shift, Dad.

I can't do it!

I can't do it. Please take over--

Quinn, Quinn,

you got this.

Just here, just push in the clutch.

It's that guy over there.

Slide it into first,

and give it a little bit of gas.

Oh, yup, there we go.

Okay, good, good. Now let it out a little bit.

There you go. You're doing it.

Yeah, nice job, Quinn.

Guys, we got a problem!

[chainsaw revving]

We gotta go the other way.

No, we're done running.

Quinn...

fucking punch it!

[revving engine]

Die, you motherfucking clown!

[all shouting]

["The Force" playing]

♪ I'm invincible Just off principle ♪

♪ Irresistible ♪

♪ Ever since the bull ♪

♪ Showed his face round here ♪

♪ I've been head down grinding ♪

♪ The only time I look up ♪

♪ Never lose horizons ♪

♪ See it by force ♪

♪ Open up your eyes ♪

♪ While the others disguise ♪

♪ Imma make 'em realize ♪

You sure you don't need me to drive you?

Nah.

You gotta stay back and work on your campaign.

Plus, this way, I can listen to my own music.

I can't believe how grownup you are.

I hate it.

[chuckling]

I love you so much.

I love you too, Dad.

You're tough as nails, Quinn.

[truck approaching]

Uh, excuse me.

I'm sorry, were you really going to leave

without saying goodbye?

No.

I was going to stop by your house

on the way out.

Right, yeah, well, we couldn't wait.

Brought you something.

A gift.

Wow.

It's a 16-inch collapsible self-defense baton.

Just like I always wanted.

Yeah.

Sorry, Dr. Maybrook, but, uh,

there's some crazies out there.

Completely understand.

This is really sweet, you guys.

I hope I don't have to use it

against a bunch of killer clowns.

Us too,

but just in case.

I love you guys.

You be safe, okay?

Stay away from old people.

Uh, hey.

I mean old clowns that want to kill you.

Right. That's good advice.

[starting engine]

["Keep It Up" by Good Neighbors playing]

Love you. Bye!

♪ Ay! Tried to blame it on the city that I love ♪

♪ I point the finger at the people up above ♪

♪ But, oh, babe You'll be okay ♪

♪ When you get lost in your head some days ♪

♪ When life ain't goin' your way ♪

♪ Keep it up, it up, it up ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

[clattering]

["Won't Take Me Alive" By Dirty Honey playing]

[clown cackling]

[♪♪♪]

♪ I ain't a fighter ♪

♪ But you're never takin' me alive ♪

♪ So if you're comin' ♪

♪ Then you ought to know it's suicide ♪

♪ You won't make me crawl ♪

♪ When my back's to the wall ♪

♪ Ain't taking me alive ♪

♪ Won't bleed me out to dry ♪

♪ I'll tell you like I said before ♪

♪ I never asked to start a war ♪

♪ But now you know that I'd rather die ♪

♪ You won't take me alive ♪

♪ Don't complicate it You created your own misery ♪

♪ Won't be a victim ♪

♪ I won't listen to your mind's disease ♪

♪ No ♪

♪ You want me to bleed ♪

♪ I got an ace up my sleeve ♪

[laughing]

♪ Ain't taking me alive ♪

♪ Won't bleed me out to dry ♪

♪ I'll tell you like I said before ♪

♪ I never asked to start a war ♪

♪ But now you know that I'd rather die ♪

♪ You won't take me alive ♪

[♪♪♪]

♪ You won't take me alive ♪

[♪♪♪]

♪ Won't take me alive ♪

♪ Ain't takin' me alive ♪

♪ Won't bleed me out to dry ♪

♪ I'll tell you like I said before ♪

♪ I never asked to start a war ♪

♪ But now you know that I'd rather die ♪

♪ You won't take me alive ♪

♪ Won't bleed me out to dry ♪

♪ I'll tell you like I said before ♪

♪ I never asked to start a war ♪

♪ But now you know that I'd rather die ♪

♪ You won't take me alive ♪