All language subtitles for 1995 - Suspicions

on the scene male caucasian
approximately 18 years old 237 what's

that would be marker 183 on run road
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Welcome to paradise, ladies.

Glad you could make it. What did you
think of the hike?

The hike?

Ford, we must have walked ten miles to
get here.

Where exactly did we leave the 20th
century?

No car, no civilization, nothing but
frozen tundra for miles around.

What if somebody gets sick, are you
going to carry them into town in your

Hey, the entertainment's here. When do
we get naked?

Oh, extra cold. Twenty -mile hike and we
stumble upon a frat house.

Shaping up to be a banner weekend, huh?

You guys remember Dina?

Uh, sure. Algebra class.

Did you go on that final like everybody
else?

Actually, I missed the last six weeks of
school with Mono. Oh, hell. I didn't

notice anything in high school unless it
was being thrown at me from the

pitcher's mound.

What do you say we get your girls filled
in? Let me get this straight. Three

guys, three girls, a deserted cabin, no
transportation.

So when does Jason show up with the ski
mask?

I don't know.

I sure hope he's a drinking man.

Ice skates.

Okay, if anything in here bites me,
crawls on me, or falls on my head,

going to hear from my attorney, huh?

Let's see what we have over here.

Hey, awesome.

Hey, that's nice.

Testosterone powered all that.

Give me 20 minutes and I'll have her
running again.

Yeah.

Feel free to keep looking around,
though. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So what's the story with Ford? He sure
was determined to get us up here. We

practically killed ourselves coming up
that mountain.

What if we get hit with a snowstorm?

Then we eat each other, I guess.

As for Ford, I don't have a clue.

Maybe it's the thing with your brother.

Maybe he just wants us to finally move
on.

By cooping up all the survivors in the
same cabin?

Besides, forced fun never works.

Only reason I came was to pick Steen up
with Alex.

Leave Alex alone.

He never did anything to you.

Can't help it. Come from a long line of
matchmakers.

I am genetically predisposed to screw up
the lives of my friends.

Clutch bar's broken, but I can weld it
back on.

If I don't break my neck skating, I'll
break it on this thing.

Great.

Should have stayed home in bed.

You really think this was a bad idea,
huh?

No, I... No, it's just...

I don't know. I just think everybody's a
little bit too emotional right now, you

know? I mean, Bridget is a wreck, even
though she won't admit it. And Alex is

moody, sullen.

Dina won't talk to anybody.

And Ford is trying way too hard to have
a good time.

And me, I... I just still miss my
brother.

The master bedroom.

My parents conceived me here.

What, and no plaque on the wall?

We better do it on the floor tonight,
Bridge.

They're going to be out there writing
lyrics to the bed springs.

Makes you think I want to do it anywhere
with you, Valentine.

Because we did it last night?

And the night before?

And every night for I don't know how
long.

If we keep this up, we'll break Lou
Gehrig's record for consecutive games

played.

You bum?

Yeah.

It's the anniversary, you know.

Yeah, I know.

It's not like we can forget about it.

Things just haven't been the same
since... I just... I don't understand

She's his sister, for Christ's sake. She
put her life back together like she was

getting over the flu.

I wasn't even related to him, and I'm
still a pathetic wreck.

Well, you gotta understand.

She remembers it differently than we do.

Besides, it's grief.

Who the hell knows how anybody's going
to handle it.

You handled it okay.

That's because you were there for me.

Oh, my God.

Look at this.

It's quite a phallic symbol.

Looks like there's four big dorks in the
house this weekend.

If you're not careful your face is going
to freeze that way.

Just not much of a mood to skate, I
guess.

Look, you know, Erica had to drag me
here kicking and screaming, but... Well,

we're stuck here, so we may as well try
to have a good time.

Maybe so.

But that's a little difficult when all
the activities are being programmed by

the... What are you guys sitting around
for?

Come on, back to the cabin for heavy
drinking.

How does a guy get out of this chicken
outfit?

Here, let me help you.

Hey,

if we run, we'll get a seat by the fire.

Okay. I'll go easy on you. How many
penises have you seen in your life?

Count every one and leave no prick
unturned.

Isn't a ployal penis peni?

That's Latin, right?

Okay.

Well, I probably saw my dad once or
twice in my school, right?

That's a little girl.

My cousin Todd used to flash me whenever
he spent the night. Oh, Todd. Oh, she

sprayed on me.

Oh, and then there was this really
creepy minister.

He exposed himself to our choir.

That's really creepy.

I think he ended up in a psych ward
someplace.

And then there's all the guys I've slept
with.

Dina, truth or dare?

Truth, I guess.

Which one of the men in this room would
you most like to spend the night with?

number of shots you guys think i told
you there's no one oh all right okay do

you want to know who i'd like to sleep
with yeah

kevin okay

i mean i was supposed to be in sick
humor but

cold isn't it

Erica, you just got me thinking about
your brother again.

Maybe we should just go dig him up. I'd
like to sleep with him, too.

Can we stop talking about Kevin for five
freaking minutes, please? Maybe we

should talk about him. Maybe we wouldn't
all feel like it. Shut the hell up,

Bridget.

Hal's right.

Look, Erica, we're all sorry, okay?

No problem.

I shouldn't have brought his name up.

Not tonight.

Let's just play the game.

Dina, it's your turn. Pick me.

I'll take truth.

I don't want to call.

No.

It'll be fun.

Look, I'll even supply the question.

Ask me how Kevin died.

That's it.

I've had it.

I busted my ass to get us all up here so
we could forget about this bullshit for

one weekend.

Kevin is dead.

No, Ford, I want to hear this. What do
you mean how he died, Alex?

You know how the hell he died.

He was being a stupid asshole.

He got mad at us for riding him so hard.
He got out of the car and walked off by

himself. And got himself run over.

He was killed by a hit -and -run driver.

End of story.

No one here was responsible.

And no one here can bring him back.

I think it's about time we put a stop to
this never -ending guilt trip.

I sure as hell can't take it anymore.

This is some great party.

Okay, I'm taking Bridget for a walk.
Who's coming with me?

I'll go with you.

Come on, Bridget.

You coming with us?

No.

I'll hang out here.

Solitude sounds pretty good now.

But I have coffee ready for you when you
get back.

I'm sorry, Erica.

We all loved him.

I know.

You know what I think is the worst part
about grief?

It's the guilt you feel because you're
still alive.

You almost blew it in there tonight,
amigo.

Oh yeah? How so? You know what the hell
I'm talking about.

Look, I'm not the one who brought it up.

Don't bullshit me.

Ask me how Kevin died.

What the hell did you plan to say after
that? I don't know what I was going to

say. You don't say a thing.

None of us forced Kevin to kiss that
mailbox.

He killed himself.

We all agreed to the story.

You're going to stick to it. Oh, yeah,
you're right. Nobody killed Kevin. We're

all as pure as the driven snow.

But we both know what we didn't do that
night.

No, maybe you can live with it. Maybe
you can go to bed at night and sleep

angels playing harp music above your
bed.

But not me.

It's tearing me up inside and I don't
think I can handle it anymore.

Yeah, well, you're in it, pal.

And you will keep your mouth shut.

I'm not going to let you hurt Erica.

Hurt Erica?

Hurt Erica? You look in the mirror and
say that for it.

If you can do that without laughing, you
let me know.

Shoot me.

Anybody want to know what Virginia had
for lunch?

I'm going to be here a while.

You've seen her puke for three hours.

Hey, Gina.

Why don't you go back to the cabin? I've
got hours to do some company.

I don't think he's in the mood to be hit
on. Oh, come on. You never know.

Look, you go on back, and I'll bail you
out later. It's not working out, okay?

Go on.

Seize the day.

Thought you might want to lay off the
battery acid for a while.

Look, Dina.

I know why Erica brought you up here.

I'm quite sure you're a nice girl.

Under normal circumstances, I might.

But I just shouldn't have come here. I
mean, it's a bad idea for me to come

here.

Don't worry about it.

And I'm glad you came.

Actually, it has been fairly obvious
that something is really bothering you.

I bet.

Erica pushed you through the door to
find out what was wrong with me. Give me

little bit of credit, please.

Okay, if you don't want to be fixed up.

I didn't exactly beg Erica to bring me
along, you know.

Fair enough.

Sorry.

Apology accepted.

Is it okay if I sit here for a while and
look at the fire?

Let me tell you a story.

I was about 11 years old.

My friend Bobby got one of those science
kits for his birthday.

You know, the ones with all the
chemicals and test tubes and things.

And it also came with this dissecting
kit, so we decided to dissect a frog.

We caught one out in the woods, and we
heard that you had to stick a needle

its skull to kill it, so that when you
cut it open...

His heart would still be beating, so...
I stuck a needle into its skull,

and it hopped away.

We caught it and stuck it again, and it
hopped away again.

I chased it all over the yard with its
blood on my hands.

God, finally, it got away for good, but
I... I felt horrible.

All I could think about was this poor
frog, hiding somewhere, suffering in

terrible pain and not knowing why.

I was wracked with guilt for weeks.

I felt so bad that my grandmother
finally convinced me to go to confession

tell the priest what I did.

So you went to the priest, confessed to
the frog torture, and came home a happy

little girl.

No.

No, not exactly.

I did go to the priest, and he thought
it was the funniest thing he'd ever

heard, and he laughed his head off.

The moral of the story is that nothing
is as bad as it seems.

Except you can't learn that until you
come to terms with your guilt.

And guilt is what reminds us that we're
still human, no matter what we've done.

I know all about guilt.

But mine goes a lot deeper than pithing
a frog.

You know, if I was a religious man, I'd
be afraid of going to hell.

You know, we never finished that truth
or dare game.

As I recall, you picked truth.

Yeah. Yes, I did.

Okay.

Here's my question.

Tell me how Kevin really died.

The world hasn't seen vomiting like that
since Mount Vesuvius erupted.

I asked you to kill me. I pleaded with
you. What kind of friends are you?

I'll make you a deal.

I'll take you back and put you to bed.

He still wanted to kill you in the
morning. I asked you to kill me not

me What the hell

He's really dead.

Look, it's done.

He's in the garage.

Ward, we've got to get to a phone. We've
got to call the police.

We can't just leave him out there.

You know we can't do that.

Anybody who tries to make it to help in
this weather is going to get lost and

break their neck.

Do you want two or three more deaths on
your hands instead of just one?

Now, my dad's bringing a load of
firewood Sunday.

I say we wait for him.

We can call the police then. Alex sure
as hell isn't going anywhere.

You're out of your mind if you think I'm
going to spend the night in this house.

Alex is dead.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Doesn't anything make it past that
bullshit macho pose of yours?

Cute.

Very cute.

Alex was my friend.

And I'll mourn him when we get out of
here. But right now, it's my job to see

it that the rest of us stay alive.

And that means nobody does anything
stupid like hiking 10 miles in 20 degree

weather. And who exactly put you in
charge?

It's my responsibility because I got
everybody up here.

And if you're not going to help me, then
shut the hell up.

Look, I just wish we knew what the hell
happened.

I mean, did he choke to death?

Did he have an aneurysm or a heart
attack? What?

How can somebody die for no reason? Will
somebody tell me?

What about the motorcycle in the garage?

The run?

The clutch is broken.

I can weld it back on.

There's a torch out there someplace.

I'm not staying here, Ford.

I'll leave by myself if I have to.

The hell you will.

Look, why don't we just put it to a
vote?

Either we all leave together tonight or
we all stay and wait for Ford's father.

And if Hal can get the bike running,
then tomorrow somebody takes it and

for the ranger station.

Okay.

We vote.

Everybody in favor of leaving tonight,
raise your hand.

Everybody in favor of sticking it out,
raise your hand.

I think that's a good idea.

Come on, Dina, you've got to vote.

I don't know what to do.

I don't want it to be my decision.

Come on, vote. We don't have all night.

When I vote, we stay.

Good. Everybody grab their stuff.

We're all sleeping down here tonight.

Nobody goes off by themselves.

I have to show you something.

Look at this.

What is it?

If I didn't know any better, I'd say it
was some kind of poison.

That's ridiculous.

Who would poison Alex?

Nobody.

But this is all just too weird.

I mean, for all we know, this stuff
could have been in the cup when Alex got

down from the cupboard.

It may not even be poison, but Alex is
dead.

What am I supposed to think?

So you're saying that somebody in this
house could be a murderer?

No.

I don't know.

I'm not saying anything. Look, it's
just... What?

What is it, Dina? Out with it.

Alex.

He confessed something to me before he
died.

He said that Kevin didn't walk away from
them and get killed by a hit -and -run

driver that night.

He said that they were all drunk and
that they were making fun of Kevin, so

Kevin decided to land surf to show how
cool he was.

Ford lost control of the car.

He hit a mailbox, and that's how Kevin
died.

They left him there, Erica.

They invented the whole hit -and -run
story so that Ford wouldn't get a DUI

lose his baseball scholarship.

Alex, now he was so disgusted, he walked
away from the rest of them.

He walked home that night.

All four of them have lied about it
since then.

No, I... I don't believe this.

They're my friends.

They were Kevin's friends.

They live with themselves after
concocting a lie like that.

Alex said that they didn't think it
mattered.

Either way, Kevin was dead, and either
way, it was an accident.

They made the story up to stay out of
trouble.

Look, Erica, I don't know if it's true,
but Alex was so upset, I believed him.

Turn that damn thing off.

Don't come any closer.

Just get the hell out of here.

What are you doing? It's me.

Just get it over with.

Strangle me, dump my body in the lake.
You'll be doing me a favor.

I don't know what's gotten into you, but
I want you back in time.

You know?

After Kevin died, I was just too messed
up with grief

to keep you out of my bed.

I knew you didn't love me.

I couldn't convince myself otherwise.

I'm not that good of a liar.

So I let you use me.

Don't say a word about this, Daniel and
Dina.

About the poison or about what Alex
said.

Because if it's true, then somebody in
this house murdered Alex to keep him

quiet.

And if that somebody was desperate
enough to kill,

then they won't hesitate to kill again.

So I'm the bad guy because I wanted to
get on with my life?

I'm the bad guy because I didn't blow my
brains out the next day.

We were all trash, Bridget.

None of us were thinking straight.

And nothing we did that night or the
next day could change the fact that

death was an accident.

The lie we told helped us all to
survive.

You're some survivor.

You walked over two bodies now.

How many more?

What is that supposed to mean?

Eric could think someone poisoned Alex's
coffee.

Oh, so now I'm a murderer too, is that
it?

Jai, you're on conclusions.

I just want to tell you, when we get out
of here, I'm going straight to the

police to tell them exactly what
happened.

If you don't want me to.

We better figure out some way to stop.

So we watch our backs.

And we wait.

And as soon as we get out of here, we
call the police.

If somebody did poison Alex, then they
had to spike the coffee before I got

there.

What'd you do with Al?

I put him out back behind the woodpile.

Cold enough back there, he'll keep.

Jesus Christ, listen to me. My buddy's
dead and I'm talking about him like he

was inside a thief.

What the hell is happening to us?

Have you said anything to anybody about
Kevin's accident?

Have you been talking to Bridget about
it? You know me better than that.

I don't open my mouth about anything if
I don't have to.

Yeah, well, somebody's putting ideas in
her head.

She thinks I killed Alex for crying out
loud.

I don't know, Ford.

Did you?

What kind of question is that?

Of course I didn't.

All I know is people don't just turn up
dead for no reason.

We both know Alex was starting to crack,
and we both know who has the most to

lose if the truth should come out.

If I was in an investigating kind of
mood, you would be my prime suspect,

Don't give me that.

If somebody did kill him, you had just
as much of a motive as me.

Yeah, but there's a difference.

I know I didn't do it. I don't know that
about anybody else.

Look, maybe he did just stroke out of
something, or maybe not.

Either way, my advice to you is this.

Don't act so guilty. It makes you look
kind of pathetic.

Spare me the advice.

All I want to know is whether I can
count on you to stick to the story if

shit hits the fan. Don't worry about me.

I made my peace with it a long time ago.

I'm sure some are proud of it. But if I
don't want to blow my brains out, then I

have to live with it.

And I ain't the suicidal type.

Stop it!

You mind?

Have you seen Bridget?

No. Have you seen Ford?

No.

Have you seen Dina?

No.

Thanks for your help.

No problem.

Where have you been?

I was checking out the basement like we
decided, remember?

Oh, didn't you find anything?

Not much, just some old rat poison. But
no, it was so old that you needed chisel

to chip it out of the carton.

What about the medicine cabinet?

Tylenol, X -lax, diet pills, and 37
pairs of rubber gloves. That's all.

I don't know, Dina. Maybe it wasn't
poison.

Maybe he just had a heart attack.

Maybe we should just try to stay calm
and just wait until... What?

That's it. I'm going to shoot that son
of a bitch right now.

Hal!

Hal!

Didn't you see him? He's lost it.

If he killed her, then we need to keep
an eye on him until we can get the

here. Besides, we can't even know for
sure that he did it. He walked up here

carrying her body in his arms. I call
that pretty graphic proof. Two of our...

Trust each other. Look, I know he did
it. Look, the guy's trapped, all right?

snapped. He's gone over the edge. Look,
I know he killed her, all right? I know

he did it. How?

How? How do you know?

Look, what I'm going to tell you, I
don't think you'll ever forgive me for

I don't see how you could.

But you have to know, don't you?

You're going to tell me?

That you lied about Kevin's death.

You and all the others.

So you knew?

I didn't.

Not until tonight.

It turns out Alex made some kind of
confession to Dina.

What did he say?

He said that you guys teased him.

Until Kevin felt he had to land surf to
show how cool he was.

Ford lost control of the car and hid a
mailbox. And that's how Kevin died.

Did Alex tell you everything that
happened that night?

Everything he had time to, I guess.

Did he tell you that Kevin was still
alive when we left him?

What?

Look, you have to understand how messed
up we were that night.

We had been drinking, and none of us had
any business being in a car.

When we hit that mailbox, we stopped
right away.

We found Kevin lying in a ditch.

At first we thought he was dead.

And Alex and Ford, they had a fight over
what to do, and Alex walked.

And then we realized he was still alive,
just in real bad shape.

He was unconscious, but still breathing.

And then Ford went crazy right there. He
said it was all Kevin's fault, and that

he'd be damned if he was going to go to
jail over this.

So we put him in the trunk.

We were going to take him to the
hospital, but Ford, he couldn't handle

was convinced he was going to lose that
goddamn scholarship of his.

So we came up with a plan.

To leave Kevin on the side of the road
and call the cops with an anonymous tip.

And then we'd get to Kevin in the
hospital and tell him to go along with

story.

Damn it, we were drunk!

That's no excuse, but it sure as hell
had an effect on what happened.

I mean, Bridget was passed out in the
backseat, Alex was in shock, and Ford

friggin' out of his mind.

And me?

I was just too chicken shit to do
anything about it.

I figured it was Ford's ass if anything
went wrong.

And I thought Kevin was gonna make it, I
really did.

But when the cops found him... You son
of a bitch!

You stupid son of a bitch!

You might as well have put a gun to his
head.

As long as I live, I'll never be able to
make up for what I did. I knew that

from the start.

So I kept my mouth shut and tried to
make peace with myself.

It ruined Bridget, though.

And Alex, when he found out that Kevin
was still alive, he lost it.

And what about Ford?

He never got over it.

He called me at least once a week to
make sure I was sticking to the story.

That's why he got us up here this
weekend.

He wanted everybody together one last
time before we all went our separate

So you think he got us all up here just
to murder us all?

I don't know.

I mean, I don't think so.

I think he just got up here and flipped
out. That's what I think. And I think he

murdered them all. And I hope he rots in
hell for it.

Look, if we make it out of here, I'll
understand if you never want to see me

again.

I deserve whatever you dish out.

But you've got to understand one thing.

Nobody murdered Kevin.

He died because of an act of sheer
stupidity.

Nobody pushed him out of that car door.

The rest of us are guilty of thinking of
ourselves before we thought of him. If

you want to hate me, then hate me for
that.

How long will it take you to get that
motorcycle running?

A little welding, maybe. Not long.

Good.

Get it going.

Then we'll wait out the rest of the
night.

We stay in pairs.

I'll stand guard over Ford.

The two of you stick together while Hal
works on the bike.

That way we'll know who's responsible if
somebody else turns up dead.

In the morning, Hal takes the bike into
town and gets the police.

And then we tell him the whole story.

From the beginning.

Any questions?

Sounds good to me.

Me too.

You'd better leave that with me.

Why, so you can use it on me?

No, so I can use it on Ford.

If I do decide to use it on you, how
about I give you a five -minute head

That was a terrible thing you guys did
to Kevin.

No shit.

I really don't want to talk about it
anymore.

I don't know how Erica's going to handle
it.

She's not only lost her brother, but
every friend she has.

God, every friend but me, I guess.

She'll be okay.

So will we. So long as we can get the
hell out of here and get Ford locked up

the nuthatch where he belongs. I'm
scared, Hal.

I wonder if any of us will make it out
of here alive.

Don't be scared.

So long as Erica's not afraid to use
that shotgun if she has to.

What if Ford isn't the killer?

What if it's Erica?

The flashlights.

The flashlights.

What did she say?

I didn't kill Bridget.

I can prove it.

You are in no position to... prove

anything.

Through your negligence, you murdered my
brother.

And then you murdered Alex and Bridget
to cover it up.

You can't possibly get out of it now.

I didn't kill anyone.

I ought to blow your head off.

Bridget was murdered with a flashlight.

She was beaten to death with it.

I found pieces of it by her body. It
wasn't mine.

So where's your flashlight then?

I dropped my flashlight along the way
when I brought Bridget back here.

When I was a megalite.

Do you remember what it looked like?

Yeah.

white tape on the handle.

Exactly.

You find my homemade flashlight and
you'll know that I didn't kill her.

You find the rest of the pieces to that
other flashlight and you'll find the

real killer.

It's the truth.

I'm guilty of a lot of things, but not
murdering my girlfriend.

You have to believe me if any of us are
gonna make it out of here alive.

Erica, give me a break.

If there's one innocent person around
here, it's her.

No one is above suspicions.

Erica said so herself.

She could have poisoned that coffee as
easily as anyone else.

And she was by herself for a long while
before Bridget turned up dead.

Okay, Ms. Marble.

What exactly would be her motive?

She didn't know anything.

Do we know that for sure?

Now, Alex seemed to think that she
already knew the truth.

That's why he was so upset. He didn't
know how to face her.

That's a pretty strong accusation.

Considering you were the last one to see
Alex alive.

True, but, you know, I know I'm
innocent.

And I tend to believe you are, too.

You were the only one around here who
was never alone tonight.

Now that leaves two suspects.

If what Alex said was true, then Erica
had just as much of a motive as Ford.

I suppose you have a point.

I'd say you were full of shit.

But there are two dead bodies laying
around.

We can't rule out anything.

Erica could finish us both off with that
shotgun and then blame it all on Ford.

Christ. For a quiet chick, you sure have
a devious mind.

I just want to stay alive.

I'll be right back.

And you better hope I find your
flashlight.

Because I don't want to have to come
back here knowing that you've lied to me

again.

You should let me go with you.

Not a chance.

Ford's escaped.

You're kidding.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

Another great news flash.

And the hits just keep on coming. Shut
up. Look, the two of you better come

me so we can figure out what to do.

I blew it.

I believed him. Believed him? What did
he tell you?

He convinced me to go on some wild goose
chase to look for evidence he said

would clear him.

Prove that he didn't kill Bridget. What
kind of evidence?

It doesn't matter. I didn't find
anything anyway.

Except a message from Bridget.

Message?

She... She wrote the word bye in the
snow near the place where she died.

She was trying to kill herself. The
irony's a bit much for me.

That sneaky weasel -ass son of a bitch!

What do we do now?

I don't know.

I wish I knew why he ran off. I mean, is
he gone or is he going to come back and

finish the job?

Oh, he'll be back all right.

His best bet is to kill all of us and
then claim he killed the last one of us

self -defense.

I bet he's going to pin it on me.

How's the motorcycle?

Clutch bar's back on. We gas up, we are
out of here. Okay, I think I have a

plan. Look, it's only a few more hours
until dawn.

Two of you go back in the garage, gas up
the bike and bring it inside.

That way Ford can't get his hands on it.

And then we stay here.

Nobody leaves this room until dawn.

And if he decides to pay us a return
visit, we kill him.

But he's unarmed, Erica.

Couldn't we just capture him and hold
him until we get the police here? No, we

can't take that chance.

Because he's a murderer.

But we don't know that for sure. I mean,
for all we know, there could be a

stranger out there someplace.

And I do?

What do you want to do, hold a trial?

They're in a lawsuit, Dina.

Ford is the only one who was alone long
enough to commit both murders.

Besides, you don't know that he's
unarmed. This is his parents' cabin,

For all we know, there might be another
gun stashed someplace.

And unless he walks through that door
with his hands in the air, I am going to

protect myself. I'm with you.

No more games.

If that son of a bitch shows up here,
he's dead.

I've had just about enough death for one
night.

Yeah, you and me both.

That's why we're going to do our best to
survive until morning.

Now you two get that bike in here, and I
will guard this door until you get

back.

You know, with that gun in your hands,
you look just like that bald chick from

Aliens. Screw you!

We're in a hell of a lot of danger.

Are you sure you want to go through with
this? You don't have a choice.

I guess you're right.

You know what to do then?

Just fill her up and bring her inside,
right?

I'll go take a leak.

She burnt it. No!

There was nothing I could do. No! There
was nothing I could do. No!

I told you, I didn't see it happen. I
was taking a leak. You're going to have

do better than that. Sit!

What do you want me to say? I heard the
screams just like you did.

I mean, I don't know. She might have
spilled gas on herself. I could have

the torch on. It could have been an
accident. There are no accidents, Hal.

Not tonight.

Either you killed her or Ford did.

And you'd better start convincing me
right now that it wasn't you if you want

live to see the sunrise.

Dina was alive when I left her. I was
gone for five minutes, plenty of time

Ford to sneak in behind me.

Yeah, Hal.

But you were there.

Ford is long gone.

And now that I think about it, you had
plenty of time to sneak out of that

garage and kill Bridget.

Plenty of time to burn Dina.

Anyone of us could have poisoned Alex.

But you had the means.

And you had the motive.

So now I have just one question left for
you.

How do I know that Ford's not dead, too?

You know he's not dead. Do I?

Unless he turns up soon.

Then I might as well write him off, too.

And if Ford is dead, then you're guilty
by process of elimination.

Hey, I could say the same thing about
you.

Are you seriously trying to turn the
tables here?

I know I didn't kill anybody.

And I don't see anybody else with a gun.

Get a grip, Hal.

I hardly have a motive.

What revenge would I have wanted to take
out on Alex when I only learned that

your bullshit story was alive just
tonight?

What, did I just decide to poison him on
a whim?

Maybe you've been planning it for a
while. Maybe you've known the truth all

along. You know that's not true.

I made the mistake of believing my
friend, remember?

That's not what Dina said.

Oh, really?

She said you'd known how Kevin died all
along.

She never said that.

You're lying!

Am I?

She wouldn't have said that.

She knew better.

You killed Alex. You killed Bridget.

And you had time to get to Dina.

You killed them. You killed them all.

Try again, Hal.

You're never going to make that story
stick.

What are you doing?

If I leave now, I figure I can make the
ranger station by dawn.

You are now on your own.

Unless Ford shows up, that is.

If you're going to use that thing, you
better use it right now.

I am no killer.

I hope you are right.

Maybe you better learn.

Ford is still out there somewhere.

Is that you?

Is that you?

Sorry, I frightened you.

Hal's coming back with the police.

Killing me isn't going to help you.

I want you to listen to me.

If you had listened to me an hour ago...

to you?

What could you possibly have to say that
would change anything?

I want to talk to you about Kevin.

There's nothing to talk about.

Yet if there were bodies strewn all over
this house, you would still be a

murderer for what you did to him.

Kevin wanted to die.

That's not true. True.

Oh, it's true, all right.

You were so busy trying to win every
senior award and mailing out your

applications that you never noticed your
little brother was cracking up.

He had to turn to drugs just so that he
could look into the mirror and say to

himself, he wasn't you.

Oh, look.

I never claimed to be the perfect
sister.

But it hardly measures up against
leaving him to die on the side of the

Kevin wanted to die.

He took a little ribbing from his
friends and he turned it into an excuse

jump out of that car.

There's no way I was going to let that
little twerp ruin my life.

So you left him to die.

We left him to call an ambulance.

Maybe he would have died anyway.

But I didn't kill him.

Look where that night has led.

For... All his death.

You have to trust me.

How can I?

Because I'm going to prove to you that
I... No!

It's time to stop screwing around.

Do it! Just do it!

I'm not going to do anything but talk
for five minutes.

You're going to sit there and listen to
me.

If you do that, I'll let you live.

Deal?

Deal?

Sit down.

So this is it.

We're the only two left.

That means that one of us has to be the
killer.

Was it you?

No.

Then it must be me.

It must be.

But I know I didn't kill anyone either.

It hardly matters, does it?

Whichever one of us is left alive will
be charged with all five murders.

There's another answer.

I don't have much choice.

Do I?

It'll work so long as we agree to trust
each other.

Go ahead.

Take it.

I won't stop you.

Now you can afford to trust me.

If my plan sounds good, then let's walk
out of here.

If it doesn't, then shoot me.

If I am responsible for all this, then I
don't deserve to live.

You're right.

You don't.

I knew I should have dumped that damn
backpack in the lake.

Yeah.

It's kind of incriminating, isn't it?

I have to tell you, I expected Ford to
come out on top.

Shouldn't think you'd have the guts to
shoot him.

Well, I guess you learn something new
every day, huh?

You know, I learned something tonight
too, Dina.

I learned that I know how to survive if
I have to.

Well, even the greatest talents have
their limits.

I'm afraid only one of us is going to
walk away from here alive.

Do you understand why I have to kill
you?

I think so, yeah.

How long have you known the truth about
Kevin?

From the night it happened.

Drove home from your house that night,
remember?

They left him on pond run!

I take that road home all the time.

I pulled over when I spotted him.

I didn't know it was him at first.

He was still alive?

Oh, yes.

He lived just long enough to tell me who
was in the car and what they did to

him.

And then he died in my arms.

He was the only person who ever loved
me.

He thought I could save him?

long as I lived.

So you murdered three people. I made a
promise.

And I kept it.

Did you honestly think my brother could
love a murderer?

They deserve what they got.

So do you.

If you wanted to see the face of a
killer, I could just look in the mirror.

I mean, you let your brother rot into
depression and then served him up to his

friends to finish him off.

The mistakes I made with my brother I
will have to live with for the rest of

life, but the biggest mistake I made was
trusting you.

Well, we're two of a kind, aren't we?

You murdered Ford.

Your fingerprints are on the gun.

And with that kind of evidence, my claim
of self -defense and killing you should

be pretty easy to swallow.

It's an elegant plan, if I do say so
myself.

Sounds like you have all the bases
covered.

And what about Hal? You must have got
him to help you fake your own death.

Yeah, Hal was pretty gullible.

I told him that one of us had to turn up
dead if we were ever going to figure

out who the real killer was. You are for
it.

And after he was gone, well, it was only
a matter of time before one of you

panicked.

And I guess that leaves you the last
loose end.

You're not God, Dina.

You don't get to decide who lives and
who dies.

God.

There is no God.

No, no.

Not tonight.

Tonight there's only me.

Shit!

So much for your elegant plan.

Your fatal flaw.

You were so anal about the damn
backpack.

They knew there was something in there
that you didn't want us to see.

So I went looking for it.

And that's when I noticed that it didn't
disappear from the coffee table until

after you burnt to a crisp.

You know, I made a promise to myself
tonight, too.

And I think it's about time I kept it.

She's wrapped in duct tape and locked in
the cellar.

She's not going anywhere.

Good.

Did you bring any food?

Whatever crumbs I could find.

Look, before we get started, I need to
know if we're quits now.

What do you mean?

I mean, it did kind of save your life.

I'm not saying we're ever going to be
friends again or anything, but can

we at least make peace?

Go to hell.