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(Door slams closed) Brandon: (Screaming) I hate this place, I fucking hate it!

Nurse Roberts: Knock it off! You need your medicine (dramatic action music playing)

Brandon: (Screaming) Fuck you! I hate you!

Nurse Roberts: Deviant! This will teach you to watch your mouth!

Brandon: (Screaming) Die you bitch, I will fucking kill you!

Nurse Roberts: Insolent little beast.

Nurse Roberts: You'll remain in restraints until the devil comes to take your soul.

Nurse Roberts: In the mean time, this will calm you down.

Nurse Roberts: Knock it off! Brandon: Fuck you!

Nurse Roberts: Knock it off! Brandon: Bitch!

Nurse Roberts: Oh!

Clark: What've you done?

Clark: (Shouting) I need some help in here!

Brandon: (Screaming) I will fucking kill you!

Clark: (Shouting) He's too strong, put him out!

Brandon: (Screaming) Fuck you, I hate you! Clark: (Shouting) Give me your arm!

Clark: Hold still!

Clark: Nurse Roberts is dead.

Dr. Smith: Clean it up! (Door slams shut)

(Rock music playing)

(Mysterious music playing) Mr. Johnson: How much is one human life

worth? A subject of debate, especially when politics becomes involved.

Brandon: (Whispering) Psst... Hey Mike... hey Mike... hey Mike...

Mike: (Grunts)

(Shuffling of papers) Mike: (Yawns)

Mike: Shhh dude, yeah dude. (Coughs) Keep it on the down low man.

Mike: Yeah, John has the booze. We got to go to his house later and pick it up.

Stacy: Ok can you guys please keep it down? I'm

trying to learn here. Brandon: Come on Stacy.

Brandon: Don't you want to party with us this weekend?

Stacy: Yeah, duh. But I don't want to fail like you two jackasses.

Mike: Oh Stacy: Besides, this is kinda interesting.

Mike: (Scoffs) Yeah, that's why you help us cheat,

so we can pass. Stacy: I don't help you with shit.

Mike: Well somebody's being a little bitch.

Mike: What the fuck, man?

Mr. Johnson: And the government, in their infinite wisdom.

Decided to pressure the military into modernizing it's tactics.

(Mysterious music playing) Mr. Johnson: Now unit 6

was shut down, after a staff sergeant came forward.

Mr. Johnson: Now there were rumors that pregnant

woman were being held against their will.

Mr. Johnson: Then forced to cannibalize their own living infants.

Mr. Johnson: Yes, Stacy.

Stacy: How were they allowed to get away with that? I mean

we can't even do stem cell research, it's illegal right?

Mr. Johnson: Good question. Without an unbiased

investigation into the matter, nothing was proven. Of course

that's something you'll not see in your reading

material... like I said, there are only rumors, not facts.

Mr. Johnson: One of the disadvantages of classified work is, well uh...

Mr Johnson: (Background) Very few people are able to analyze and learn from

the results. So the question is, does civilized society really benefit at all?

Mike: The fuck bro? I didn't hit you. What was that for?

Brandon: Dude...

Brandon: Don't call my girl a bitch.

Mike: (Sighs)

Mike: Well, sorry she was being one.

Mr Johnson: Is there a problem here gentlemen?

Brandon: No sir.

Mike: No sir.

Mr. Johnson: You know the day is bewildering enough without your constant

distractions, why don't you save the passion for art class. Ok, boys.

Mr. Johnson: Now anyway as I was saying, it's disputed whether or not

the events were merely just laboratory testing or cold blooded murder.

Mr. Johnson: But either way... (Bell rings) Mr. Johnson: Oh

(hip hop music playing) Mr. Johnson: Uh, hey there's a pop quiz

next week, and uh please this time actually read your book,

Mr. Johnson: And not use it as rolling papers.

Mr. Johnson: Uh Brandon, Mike, I'm looking in your direction.

Mike: Hey sexy.

Brandon: Aww... look at the two love birds.

Brandon: ( Fake gags)

Mike: Like you two aren't any better?

Mike: (Fake gags)

Brandon: Whatever. When you two are done making out, we gotta get moving. Remember?

Mike: That's right... hey Haley, we're gonna get trashed this weekend.

Brandon: (Laughing) Yeah!

(In background) Mike: You coming with? Haley: I'm down!

Haley: Coming where?

Mike: You know, the campsite up at fossil creek right?

Stacy: Uh... umm... You don't mean the place

from Mr. Johnson's creepy lesson today do you?

Mike: I do

Stacy: I've never been there, but I know it's up north.

Brandon: So get this, just the four of us.

Brandon: Massive amounts of party supplies.

Brandon: How's that sound ladies?

Stacy: So, like every other weekend?

Mike: Epic., we are going to get so fucked up.

Stacy: Why can't we just go get the suite at my

parents place? Brandon: Yeah, so they can chaperone us?

Brandon: Come on the lake is perfect, there's a

view and you can sit out and work on your tan.

Stacy: Yeah, I kind of like it. Brandon: Yeah Stacy: Yeah I like that store.

Brandon: Hold this man.

Brandon: You guys, I want to get drunk.

(Background) Stacy: Yeah, yeah. Mike: Who doesn't?

Mike: Word, let's just go over to my brother's house and get

the booze alright. (Background) Brandon: Sounds good to me.

Haley: Aww for real guys. My mom's going to be

pissed, she was going to drag me antiquing on Sunday.

Everyone: Awww, ewww! Mike: Come on babe, you got to come. It's going to be so sick.

Haley: I'll try, I mean I want to. Stacy will you cover for me again?

(Background) Stacy: Brandon Brandon: What do you want me to do? Just call her mom.

(Slam against the car) Mike: (Grunts)

Ricky: Are you still pissed off about that blanket party cadet private?

Haley: Fuck you Ricky.

Ricky: We could still use you in the unit Mike. You're in

for a lot more than a regular civilian job when you graduate.

Mike: Yeah, thought I told you about this Ricky. It's just not right for me.

Ricky: So what's your plan b?

Mike: Actually, I want to do the college thing.

Parties, titties, spring break all that shit.

Brandon: Yeah!

Haley: You can't have him, he's mine.

Ricky: Well you should think about it, you

don't want to end up like your fucking brother.

Mike: Hm... alright, yeah well. I've already

thought about it. It's just not right for me.

Ricky: You don't know what your missing out on man, good luck.

Mike: I'll take my chances tiger. Haley: (Makes tiger growling noises)

Stacy: So Brandon, you really want to go to this place? I mean, it

could totally be contaminated and if they really did all those tests.

Brandon: It's totally safe hon'. Besides there's an open area up

there for camping and the lake is going to be perfect right now.

Haley: Yeah Stacy, grow some balls. Just call your parents and tell them my parents

are taking us out of town for vacation for the weekend. It will be fun, I promise.

Stacy: Shit I don't know. Brandon: Come on babe.

Brandon: It's totally okay, plus we won't have anybody barging in on us.

Stacy: Okay, you better make this worth it. Brandon: Of course baby.

Mike: Uh, so it's not ok for us to suck face. But uh, little

miss priss over there can talk about sucking your meat stick.

Stacy: Geez Mike, ewww! Mike: (Laughing) Yeah geez, can we roll?

Brandon: Yeah, let's hit it. Mike: Alright

Stacy: Alright you guys I'm going to make that call

now. Brandon: (Laughing) Stacy: Don't say anything!

Haley: Meat stick... Stacy: Haley geez! Mike: Turn the a/c on Brandon.

Brandon: (Yells) Woooo!

(Hip hop music playing)

Brandon: So hot.

Mike: (Knocking on door) It's the police mother fucker! Open up!

Brandon: (Laughing) Mike: Timed you.

John: What's up bro. Mike: Don't touch the hair man.

John: You little asshole, fucking knocking like a

cop. Brandon: (Laughing) John: What's up Brandon.

John: Vagina... vagina number two.

(Doors closes)

Mike: Anyways got the booze brother?

John: You know I did... but uh.

John: I uh.

John: (Laughs) Shit... I totally forgot what I was going to say.

John: Um

John: They didn't have what you guys wanted. So I got

some of the standard stuff and a big jug of booze man.

Mike: That's ok bro, thanks anyways. Beer is beer and we love big jugs.

(Brandon & Mike high fiving)

John: Yeah, you know we do. Brandon go grab the stash man.

Brandon: Yeah. John: Brandon grab the stash. Brandon: Come on, man.

(Fridge door opens, shuffling in fridge)

Brandon: Oh sick!

(Fridge door closes)

John: (Shouting) Hey you got that shit man.

Brandon: Yeah man, I got it.

John: (Shouting) Dude it's in the fucking fridge!

Brandon: Alright man.

(Tapping)

(Snorting cocaine)

(Coughing & snorting)

John: Anyways, what do you guys have going on for the weekend?

John: I'm just going to be sitting around here chilling

like a villain, and taking care of some small stuff.

Mike: Shit dude, were going up to fossil creek man.

John: Oh hell yeah. I wish I could go up there. Back when I was in

the guard and we were stationed up there, we used to rip some shit up.

Mike: Hoorah!

John: Whatever dickhead, those where some good times man.

John: They have me pushing pencils though. So I wish I could go back

and get demoted, I need to be blowing some shit up for a living.

Brandon: I wish I could do that for a living, I'm jealous.

John: Forget about it, with your background they

would have you on toothbrush and toilet detail.

Brandon: Fuck that.

Stacy: Yeah, it's so not worth it. I mean look at

all the stuff were doing in the name of freedom.

John: Anyway... I hear they opened up some gnarly new trails up

there. I need to go romp around up there on the wheels, I miss that.

Brandon: Sweet man.

Brandon: I got to check that out when we go up there man.

John: When you going to buy that bike man?

Brandon: Uh man, the stores been just cutting

my hours back. I can't right now but eventually.

John: Alright, whenever you're man enough, dude, she's ready for

yah. I just need to get rid of that before I get my new custom ride.

Mike: Dude, bro, why don't you just bring the

quads and come romp with us this weekend man?

Brandon: Yeah. Mike: You'll love it.

John: No can do broski, I got me a hot date tonight.

Haley: (Laughing) With who? Your bong?

Stacy: (Snickers) Yeah doesn't that stuff effect

your libido? Who do you have a hot date with anyway?

John: Your mom stace, she just got her herpes treatment

and we're going to raw dog it for the next 3 months or so.

Haley: You're such a dick John.

John: Speaking of bong, big daddy needs his medication. Brandon? Mike: Oh boy.

Brandon: Fuck it where going on vacation. Why not?

Stacy: Are you going to be ok to drive Brandon?

Brandon: I work best under pressure babe. John: (In background

(mocking Stacy in valley girl hipster voice) Brandon.

John: What are you talking about? That shit relieves the pressure man.

Brandon: (Coughs)

John: Mike you sure you don't want a hit of this?

John: Come on Mike. Mike... Mikey... Micheal... Michael

Francis Peterson you know you want a rip of this come on!

Mike: Come on man, I hate when you do this to me. Make me feel

like a bitch, dude I woke up early this morning ok, that's

one, and two I just want to wait until we get settled in alright.

I've had a long day and I just wanna wait and wanna relax.

John: So you wanna see something really cool?

Mike: Why not.

Brandon: Sure

(John cocks gun)

John: Want to see how it works?

Haley: Please tell me that's not loaded.

John: Not as loaded as I am. (Laughs)

Stacy: That's comforting, Brandon I'm ready to go.

Brandon: Yeah John: Don't get your panties up in a bunch.

Haley: Yeah me too. Mike: Alright

Mike: Well good luck chasing that pussy tonight bro, with that face you'll need it.

John: Shit, luck's got nothing to do with it, man.

John: Peace easy bitches.

Stacy: Do you think he's a terrorist?

Mike: Oh fuck you Stacy, my brother's not a terrorist.

Brandon: He's still pretty crazy though man.

Mike: Yeah just because somebody owns a gun doesn't

make them a killer. Mike: (Humming) Mmm.. Hmm.. Mmm..

Brandon: Whatever. I believe you babe. Stacy: Thanks, at least someone does.

(Haunting music playing)

Mike: I spy with my little eye.

Stacy: There's something outside.

Brandon: What was it?

Haley: Are we still playing I spy.

Stacy: No I'm serious, Brandon slow down the truck.

Mike: Maybe it was a dead body.

Haley: Maybe it was big foot. Mike: Oh even better,

you know what they say about big feet Stacy.

Mike: Should probably go talk to him. (Laughing)

Stacy: You guys can't take anything seriously. We're

about to graduate, and all you want to do is crack jokes.

Stacy: I fucking saw something out there.

Brandon: Leave it alone babe.

Brandon: Besides we're almost there guys, it'll be cool.

Stacy: I'm just saying you guys can't take things seriously now. How

do you guys plan to graduate, when you get out in the real world?

Haley: It's not that serious stace.

Haley: This weekend is our escape from the real world.

Haley: I don't know about you, but I plan on having a good time.

Mike: Uh hurry the fuck up man.

Haley: You can't wait?

(Rubbing noise)

Brandon: Dude! Don't get jizz on my car that's disgusting. Come on guys!

Mike: My jizz is already on your seats, and plus you got

that fucking pine scent soap. Just give me 5 minutes man.

Mike: What can I say, she's pretty fucking good with her hands.

Brandon: So I'm, I.

(Splat noise)

(Screaming)

Stacy: Oh wow!

Mike: Wow! Brandon: What is that? It looks like a bird?

Haley: Gooey. Mike: It's totally a crow, I'm going to say. Yeah...

Mike: You murderer, I'm very proud of you. Remember

that time when I tried to get you to run over that cat?

Stacy: Oh that's terrible.

Mike: This is a big step man.

Haley: Why is there so many worms in it already?

Brandon: There's like ants crawling all over it, like immediately.

Haley: Eww Brandon: You hungry baby. Stacy: Yeah

(laughter)

Mike: Oh you... Stacy: (Screaming) Mike! Mike!

Haley: Mike, stop that's sick!

(Laughter) Brandon: Guys... guys, calm down we

gotta clean up my car and get our shit together.

Brandon: So we can make it to a gas station, and actually

clean off the windshield. I can barley see through it.

Brandon: Alright dude, let's go.

(Kissing noise) Mike: I'm sorry buddy. (Laughter)

Haley: You're nasty.

Brandon: Hey babe, I'm going to run in do you want anything?

Stacy: Yeah can you grab me a water and a low carb bar, thanks baby cakes.

Mike: Hey... hey, me and Haley are going to be right back man. I

got to piss like a German porno. Brandon: Don't take forever man.

Brandon: This is the last place, that were going to see for the next 70 miles.

Mike: Whatever man. Brandon: I'll be right back.

Larry: Ain't she a peach?

Larry: Say there miss, how'd you like to go for a ride on a big hog?

(Laughing) Jerry: You can ride on Jerry's old hog all night long.

(Sarcastic laugh) Stacy: Fuck you!

Jerry: Now I don't even have to get her drunk! Larry: Damn she's a feisty one!

Jerry: Oh yeah, sweetie pie. Larry: Maybe we

should tie her up and make her squeal like a pig.

(Laughter) Jerry: Oh yeah. Where you going sweetie?

(Yelling) Brandon: Hey that's my girl you inbred piece of shit!

Stacy: Brandon!

(Screaming) Larry: Tell me something, what are you going to do about it boy?

Larry: What are you go to do about it? You skinny little fuck.

(Screaming) Haley: Let her go! Stacy: Brandon!

Jerry: Come here you little city fuck.

(Laughter)

Larry: Oh, shit.

Sheriff Bronson: Is there a problem here gentlemen?

Jerry: No sir. No sir. Nothing here...

Larry: Teaching these city slickers a lesson in respect.

Sheriff Bronson: Let that boy go, Larry.

Sheriff Bronson: Before I take you in for harassment.

Sheriff Bronson: I don't think you want to go back to jail.

Sheriff Bronson: We're serving Mac & cheese again all week.

Sheriff Bronson: Now go on, I don't want to tell you two again.

Larry: Keep an eye on them sheriff.

Larry: Soft living's made them all spoiled and dangerous.

Sheriff Bronson: Get the hell out of here Larry.

Sheriff Bronson: Nobody wants your trouble.

Sheriff Bronson: You ok son?

Brandon: Yeah

Brandon: Who the hell were those guys?

Mike: How can you just those assholes go, I'm going to kill those mother fuckers.

Sheriff Bronson: Hey, just calm down boy.

Sheriff Bronson: They've already left.

Mike: Man, what the fuck kind of operation is this.

Sheriff Bronson: Look

sheriff Bronson: I'm here to keep the peace, ok?

Sheriff Bronson: So how about you calm down, and

start acting a little bit more peaceful to me.

Sheriff Bronson: What the hell is that on your windshield?

Sheriff Bronson: Y'all better have a good fucking explanation for all of this.

Sheriff Bronson: Seems I'm the one with the gun here.

Stacy: Well I mean you see, we were just driving

over here and we weren't speeding or anything.

Stacy: But then we hit this thing.

Brandon: Stacy!

Brandon: We just, hit a bird a couple miles back and

we pulled over to this gas station to clean it up.

Brandon: Okay?

Sheriff Bronson: Is that so?

Brandon: Yeah that's so.

Sheriff Bronson: Well, seeing how this windshield ain't cracked.

Sheriff Bronson: Guess there would be no sense in writing a ticket here anyway.

Sheriff Bronson: Now where y'all headed?

Brandon: Were going up to fossil creek. We're going camping up there.

Sheriff Bronson: Huh? What's up there for yah.

Mike: A land without parents of course.

Brandon: Don't listen to him. Were just going up there to you know fish, swimming.

Sheriff Bronson: I know what you kids do up there.

Sheriff Bronson: The only reason why I'm saying is because

a couple folks went missing up there a few weeks back.

Haley: I told you this was a bad idea.

Brandon: We're prepared for anything!

Brandon: We can handle it.

Brandon: It's not that bad getting in this time of year is it?

Sheriff Bronson: No just a little hard getting out.

Mike: Uh, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Sheriff Bronson: Just saying be careful up there.

Sheriff Bronson: Don't you mind those boys either. They're harmless.

Sheriff Bronson: Fact is the judge doesn't even let them carry guns no more.

Brandon: What? He had a knife.

Sheriff Bronson: They shouldn't be bothering you at any rate, but

if they do give you any more trouble. You give me a call alright?

Brandon: Yes sir, thank you.

Sheriff Bronson: And I don't want to be having to

come and putting out anymore of your fires, killer.

Sheriff Bronson: Alrighty, you kids be careful up there.

Brandon: Welcome to your home for the weekend guys.

Mike: Fuck yeah man, let's get the camp set up.

Mike: Thinking, uh maybe get some of these sticks and uh...

Brandon: Do it! (Laughs)

Stacy: Ok, well uh, while you guys deal with this.

Mike: Yeah, could you uh.

Stacy: Yeah, I just don't want to get all sweaty and gross.

Brandon: It's ok babe, I'll give you a massage later.

Mike: Yeah, a cock massage.

Brandon: (Laughing) Stacy: Get out of here!

Haley: I'll give you a cock massage.

Brandon: Shit, I think I left something in the car. I'll be right back. Stacy: Ok

Mike: I'll take care of this man.

Stacy: Want help?

Mike: Yeah could you, uh just spread this out?

Stacy: Nope

Mike: You know what, that's fine because I can do everything myself.

Mike: Because I was a boy scout, so fuck you guys.

(Trunk opens)

(Shuffling through luggage)

Brandon: Shit

Brandon: So fricken stupid.

Brandon: Hey Stacy, have you seen my pills babe?

Brandon: I can't find them anywhere.

Stacy: I don't know Brandon.

Stacy: When's the last time you took one?

Brandon: Shit!

Brandon: I hope I didn't leave them at John's.

Stacy: Seriously?

Brandon: Yeah, I think I might of left them in his kitchen on the counter.

Mike: They're gone now! Brandon: What!

Brandon: He better have not taken them all.

Mike: Ah no man, he's just a... uh...

Mike: Just a drunk stoner.

Mike: Probably give him a call though.

Brandon: Hey yeah, hey John it's Brandon.

Brandon: Umm, did I leave my pills at your place?

Brandon: No, no, don't worry about it. Yeah I'll just pick them up when we get back.

Stacy: Are you sure Brandon? Brandon: Yeah, yeah don't worry about it man.

Brandon: Yeah, I'll let Mike know.

Mike: What did he say man?

Brandon: Yeah, I left them at his place.

Mike: Ahh bummer.

Haley: (In distance) Hey guy's come check this out!

Mike: What's up babe?

Haley: This is so fucking wicked.

Brandon: Holy shit, that's gnarly

Stacy: Oh my god, that thing is fucking scary.

Mike: Looks dull as fuck.

Brandon: I wonder if it's from the old army bases or camps.

Haley: (Gasps in excitement) I wonder if they used

them to hack up people after they experimented on them.

Haley: (Makes ninja noises)

(Group laughs)

Haley: We should keep it!

Stacy: Umm, hell no.

Stacy: I don't want that thing around the camp. It's just uh, bad vibes.

Brandon: Chill out Stacy, the army doesn't carry

around these primal aztec fucking blade sticks around.

Brandon: Just to hack people up with.

Brandon: Haley just watches too many horror flicks.

Stacy: So morbid.

Mike: Well uh...

Mike: Check that out dude.

Brandon: Is that blood?

Stacy: What? Ew! Brandon: (Laughing)

Stacy: God damn it Brandon!

Mike: Well uh, I vote we keep this thing.

Mike: We're going to need it, to poke the fucking fire anyways.

Mike: Because you didn't bring the fucking fire poker. So we need this now.

Brandon: Alright

Mike: Sound good?

Haley: Fuck yeah.

Mike: This is some good shit bro.

Mike: I got to tell John to keep the supply open.

Stacy: Oh man.

Stacy: Brandon, can you get my jacket? I'm kind of cold.

Brandon: Yeah

Haley: Someone should tell a scary story.

Mike: Ooo, alright guys I got one!

Mike: Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away...

Mike: There was a world...

Mike: Without beer.

Brandon: (Gasps) Oh my gosh! Mike: It scares me every-time. Haley: Dumbass!

Mike: What can I say. (Group laughing)

Haley: Seriously now, does anyone know a good one?

Brandon: I got one.

Brandon: But Mike you know this one man, don't mess it up.

Brandon: Ok, so my grandpa told me about one

of these, these patients. (Scary music playing)

Brandon: They used to recruit volunteers, to come and do these experiments.

Brandon: After the war they brought in all these top scientists

Brandon: From Germany to finish the experiments for the u.S government.

Stacy: I thought you said it wasn't that bad.

Brandon: It wasn't for the most part.

Brandon: But, uh.

Brandon: Every experiment has it's accidents.

Mike: (Laughing) Haley: What where the experiments for?

Brandon: Well after the reichstag fell.

Brandon: These soldiers, they discovered these top layers of research.

Brandon: And the development of what these German soldiers were experimenting on.

Brandon: So these German scientists, they enlisted them in this program called unit 6

Brandon: Where they were forced into silence.

Haley: So this was a Nazi camp?

Brandon: No

Brandon: No, it was American.

Brandon: They were just finishing the experiments.

Brandon: Their goal was to uh,

Brandon: To create a super soldier.

Stacy: Did they ever succeed?

Brandon: Well the story goes

Brandon: One of the patient's broke out of his room one night,

Brandon: And the plan worked.

Brandon: They created a killing machine.

Brandon: He even helped out some of the other patients get out.

Brandon: It was a fucking blood bath!

Stacy: Um, Brandon I don't want to hear this story

anymore. I mean we came out here to have a good time.

Mike: Alright

Mike: You guys really want to have a good time.

Brandon: Oh sick man.

Stacy: Dude are those shrooms?

Mike: Yeah Haley: We brought shrooms.

Mike: I figured we could all use a little bit of enlightenment.

Mike: Brandon you first?

Brandon: Yeah man.

Mike: Pass them around.

Mike: Took the biggest one. (Group laughs)

Haley: Always the biggest.

Stacy: Dude, you know I like them big.

Mike: Uh then, why are you dating this fool?

(Group laughs) Brandon: Bullshit!

Mike: We measured back in grade school, I always fucking won. Haley: Oh man.

(Ghost whispers)

Haley: (Screaming)

Mike: Haley? What's a matter? What's a matter?

Mike: You ok?

Haley: Just a dream.

Mike: Ok, alright.

Mike: It's ok babe, you scared the shit out of me.

Mike: Alright

Mike: You don't want to wake the idiots, screaming.

Mike: (Yawning) Fuck

Stacy: I thought you quit.

Haley: Don't tell Mike.

Stacy: It's so bad for you though.

Stacy: I mean, remember that girl who came into

our school and had that hole in her throat.

Haley: Oh yeah!

Haley: Do you think she, uh you know the hole.

Stacy: What?

Stacy: Oh my god Haley, that's is so gross!

Haley: I'm kidding god!

Haley: It probably felt so weird.

Stacy: Stop it Haley!

Stacy: Haley you're going to start a fire!

Haley: Shut up, that would be sweet.

Stacy: Uh no, that would not be sweet.

Stacy: I hate this place enough already, I don't need it to actually turn into hell.

Stacy: Ahh Haley: You klutz.

Stacy: Fuck! Haley: You ok? Stacy: Yeah

Haley: Alright Stacy: God I hate nature.

Stacy: You know, I just wish Brandon would listen to me sometimes.

Haley: Mike's the same way.

Stacy: You know, I think the world would be a much better

place, if guys just didn't exist. Haley: Same here.

Stacy: You doing ok?

Haley: Yeah, so are you going to get up?

Stacy: Yeah

Stacy: I really don't want to do this Haley.

Haley: I know.

Stacy: I'm really glad, we were able to get away.

Haley: I know boys are great, but we needed some alone time.

Stacy: Ew, snails, gross!

Haley: Thanks

Haley: That wasn't such a bad hike, was it?

Stacy: Are you kidding me? Not only did I fall, and I'm all hot and sweaty.

Stacy: I'm cover in dirt, covered in leaves.

Haley: Stacy, chill out. It's the great outdoors.

Haley: Toughen up bitch.

Stacy: Whatever

Stacy: Haley

Stacy: What the hell are you doing?

Haley: I'm all hot and sweaty.

Haley: God, the water looks fantastic!

Haley: Come on.

Stacy: Uh no, no, I'm not getting in that water.

Stacy: You don't even know what it's even in there. Is it safe?

Haley: Of course it's safe.

Haley: They would let anyone up here if it wasn't.

Stacy: I just, don't want to break a leg.

Haley: Or a nail.

Stacy: (Sarcastic laugh) Shut-up!

Haley: How else are you going to get clean?

Stacy: What do you mean?

Stacy: There's no shower?

Haley: Nope

Haley: This is it.

Stacy: No there's got to be a shower around here somewhere.

Stacy: I'm not just going to go into that water, I mean that is so trashy!

Haley: This is the only way your going to get cleaned. Stacy: (Scuffs)

Stacy: It's just... Haley: Strip down.

Stacy: (Whining tone) Haley

Haley: (Mocking sarcastic tone) Stacy

Haley: Come on Stacy the water is wonderful.

Haley: What are you chicken? (Makes chicken noises)

Stacy: I'm not chicken.

Stacy: Fuck it.

Haley: Yay!

Haley: It's about time you stop being such a priss.

Haley: See you can have fun.

Stacy: Yeah I guess.

Stacy: Hey Haley.

Stacy: Do you believe any of that stuff Brandon was saying.

Haley: Like what?

Haley: About the army camps?

Stacy: Yeah

Haley: I don't know, I think something crazy happened up there.

Haley: But I don't think the real story is in the fucking textbooks.

Stacy: What do you mean?

Stacy: Well like, Brandon and Mr. Johnson's stories are really creepy.

Haley: Do you want to know what I think really happened?

Haley: I think the government is trying to cover it up.

Haley: To keep it away from the public eye, you know like area 51 shit.

Stacy: Again with the aliens?

Haley: Hell yes, aliens! Stacy it only makes sense.

Stacy: Maybe in your warped imagination.

Haley: No I'm serious.

Haley: The government keeps it from us.

Haley: So we're all sane and we'll be quiet and won't say anything about it.

Haley: I'm sure as shit not gonna be complacent.

Stacy: Well if it was just all a cover up,

then why would they teach us all those lessons?

Haley: They have to teach us something.

Haley: If they don't teach us something, then people

are going to start looking for their own answers.

Haley: I don't know just look at 9/11.

(Rustling in bushes)

Stacy: What was that?

Haley: It's probably Mike, trying to fuck with us.

Stacy: (Shouting) What the fuck Mike?

Haley: Come on out baby. Do I make you hard?

Stacy: Yeah, stop jerking off Mike!

Stacy: Haley, I don't think that's Mike. I'm getting out.

Haley: Come on Stacy, we just got here.

Stacy: Come on Haley, I don't want to walk back alone.

Haley: No, we just got here. I'm not going back yet.

Stacy: I just wanna go and see where the guys are.

Haley: I'm getting back in.

Stacy: Fine, well if you get killed by some serial killer it's not my fault.

(Scary music playing)

Haley: Mike

Haley: Seriously, Mike this isn't funny anymore.

Haley: If you don't come out, I'm going to turn into one cold bitch.

Haley: (Screaming)

Stacy: Brandon

Stacy: Shit

Stacy: (Screaming) Brandon! Brandon! Brandon!

Stacy: (Crying)

Stacy: Oh my god!

Brandon: Oh my gosh, are you ok?

Brandon: Babe! Babe! Babe!

Brandon: What's going on, where's Haley?

Stacy: We were down by the lake and then we heard something.

Brandon: Calm down babe, what's going on?

Brandon: Come on, talk to me.

Brandon: You're really freaking me out.

Stacy: Where's Mike? Didn't he go out with you to get firewood?

Brandon: Yeah, he's probably still out there chopping wood.

Brandon: Ok babe, you're freaking out and there's no reason for it.

Brandon: Listen to me, ok.

Brandon: It's probably just Mike playing a trick on you.

Brandon: Alright, you know how he loves to play pranks.

Brandon: You know how Mike can be.

Stacy: (Crying)

Brandon: (Comforting voice) Babe, babe.

Brandon: (Comforting voice) Don't cry, come here.

Brandon: Look at me.

Brandon: It was probably just a squirrel, okay.

Stacy: Really? Brandon: Yeah

Brandon: There's a ton of them out here, alright.

Brandon: Alright I got a plan ok, just listen to me.

Brandon: I'm going to go get some firewood. I'm going to make dinner.

Brandon: How about you go into the tent, you dry off.

Brandon: You're all sweaty from running.

Brandon: Calm down, take a breath. Alright.

Brandon: Get cleaned up, will have dinner together.

Brandon: Will finally have some time to be alone.

Brandon: Yeah?

Brandon: Yeah?

Brandon: You know what? Mike he brought the beer pong table.

Brandon: You down to play a game?

Brandon: Yeah?

Stacy: I love you baby.

Brandon: Aw, I love you too.

Brandon: Alright, go on. (Brandon smacks Stacy's ass)

Stacy: Hey babe.

Brandon: Yeah?

Stacy: You like?

Brandon: Yeah babe you look gorgeous.

Brandon: So, you ready to play?

Stacy: Sure

Stacy: Only if you let me win though.

Brandon: Let you win?

Stacy: Let's just say.

Stacy: You let me score.

Stacy: (Whispers) And I'll let you score.

Brandon: Sounds fair to me.

Mike: Haley

Mike: Haley

Mike: Haley

Mike: (Shouting) Haley!

Mike: (Shouting) Haley!

(R&B soul music playing)

(Moaning noises)

Brandon: Ah, yeah!

Stacy: Fuck me!

Stacy: Fuck me harder Brandon!

Stacy: Uh what was that?

Brandon: I got to take a piss.

Stacy: Uh, nice.

(Pissing)

Brandon: Hey Mike.

Brandon: Mike, man where the hell have you been?

(Scary music playing)

Haley: (Screaming)

Mike: Top secret?

Mike: That's fucking sick.

Mike: You better not be fucking with me, you guys.

(Scream) (Loud bang)

Mike: Haley?

Mike: Haley!

Mike: Haley?

Mike: (Crying) Haley, come on.

Mike: (Gasps)

(Cutting flesh noise)

Mike: (Grunting)

John: Fucking delicious.

John: Yes

John: Sweet

John: Hey man, give me a lift bro.

Guy in car: Fuck you!

John: Hey fuck you man!

John: Asshole!

Sheriff Bronson: Fuck I hate people

sheriff Bronson: I deal with them every fucking day.

Sheriff Bronson: Be a law against them.

Sheriff Bronson: Guess I should turn around and pick his ass up.

John: Shit

John: Please, please, please.

John: Oh, yes!

Sheriff Bronson: Pick up this skinny little fucker here.

Sheriff Bronson: I'll make him run a little bit.

John: Hey man.

Sheriff Bronson: Where yah heading?

John: I'm just trying to get up to fossil creek.

Sheriff Bronson: I can't get you all the way.

Sheriff Bronson: Hop in.

John: Appreciate it if you got me half way there, thanks.

Sheriff Bronson: A bit hot out there ain't it?

John: Yeah my balls have been sticking to my leg for three miles.

Sheriff Bronson: What are you walking out here for anyway?

John: My little brother's a dumb-ass.

John: He lost his fucking key's up in the

woods, so he called me to bring him a spare.

John: (Scoffs), good times.

Sheriff Bronson: Family is important.

John: Leave no man behind.

Sheriff Bronson: You served?

John: Eight long years.

Sheriff Bronson: No shit.

John: Army strong all the way, commander.

Sheriff Bronson: Sounds about right.

John: Yourself?

Sheriff Bronson: 'Nam

John: Shit

sheriff Bronson: Best time I had in my entire life.

Sheriff Bronson: Wouldn't trade it for the world.

John: Damn I bet.

John: Wish I would have seen some combat myself.

Sheriff Bronson: That shit sticks with yah, man.

John: Hey man.

Sheriff Bronson: Those mother fuckers! Motherfuckers!

John: Easy, easy.

John: Chill sheriff Bronson: Mother fuckers!

John: Hey, hey it's all good brother.

John: You're cool, you're cool.

John: Right?

Sheriff Bronson: You mind if I stop, real quick?

John: For what?

Sheriff Bronson: You got a light?

Sheriff Bronson: This five dollar whore runs off

with her pants hanging down around her ankles.

Sheriff Bronson: She trips over her own shorts and falls,

sheriff Bronson: Face first into that used rubber.

John: Fuck no, no shit.

Sheriff Bronson: No shit, pants down rubber stuck to the middle of her face.

Sheriff Bronson: She goes running right out into the street!

Sheriff Bronson: (Laughing) John: Oh my god.

Sheriff Bronson: I wish I had a picture.

Sheriff Bronson: That shit was hilarious.

John: That sounds like you've had a lot of crazy times, my friend.

Sheriff Bronson: Yeah, last week was a bitch.

Sheriff Bronson: I'm just yanking your chain. John: Shoot

sheriff Bronson: I wish I could party like that.

Sheriff Bronson: Hell I'm lucky if I can even get it up once a month.

John: Well I hate to smoke and run pops.

John: But uh, I got to get my ass up there.

John: I better huff it the rest of the way.

John: I need to walk some of this shit off man.

Sheriff Bronson: You sure?

John: Yeah I'm good.

John: Thanks for the ride brother.

Sheriff Bronson: No problem brother.

Sheriff Bronson: Hey

sheriff Bronson: Don't get raped out there.

John: Aww... fuck you man.

John: Crazy man, you're crazy.

John: No reception.

John: The fuck is this?

John: (Shouting) Haley! Stacy!

Stacy: Morning baby.

Brandon: Morning sexy, I was just about to make breakfast.

Stacy: I hope Mike and Haley made it back safe last night.

Brandon: Yeah, there probably still in there tent right now.

Brandon: Now's your time to get revenge.

Stacy: I'll wake that asshole up.

(Pots banging)

Stacy: Wake up asshole! Wake the fuck up!

Stacy: It's time to wake up and make my morning coffee!

Stacy: Wake up bitches!

Stacy: Hey babe.

Brandon: Yeah?

Stacy: Mike & Haley aren't in their tent.

Brandon: We'll make breakfast later.

Brandon: Um.

Brandon: Let's go find them, will go on a walk.

Stacy: Ok

Stacy: I don't know what I want for breakfast. Brandon: Me

too, what am I going to make for breakfast, for you? Eggs?

Brandon: Hey what's up man. How did you even get here?

John: Hitched a ride with some crazy hippie guy.

John: These are for you.

Brandon: Thank you.

Brandon: So do you know where Mike & Haley are?

John: I was going to ask you.

John: I was just down by the lake and found a big trail of blood and this.

John: We got to call the cops.

John: I don't know if one of them is hurt or what the hell is going on.

John: It doesn't look good.

Brandon: Are you serious man?

John: Yeah I'm fucking serious, there's a ton of blood down there man.

Stacy: The fuck is going on?

John: I don't know but we've got to find Mike and Haley.

John: What the fuck are you guys doing out here.

Brandon: We were just chilling here man, you know. Shrooming.

Brandon: That was like the day before last, I haven't seen them since.

Stacy: Yeah I haven't seen them since yesterday.

John: Where the fuck is my little brother?

Brandon: I don't know.

John: (Shouting) You better tell me, what the fuck

is going on! Brandon! Stacy: (Shouting) Stop! Stop!

Brandon: Calm the fuck down man, geez fuck man I don't know!

Brandon: Where the fuck they were!

Brandon: Let me just think gosh!

Brandon: We were chilling, we were going to sober up today and pack up.

Brandon: I don't know where they ran off to man.

Stacy: God damn it Brandon.

Stacy: If we've just gone to daddy's suite, this would've never happened.

Brandon: Baby it's ok, we'll be fine. Alright?

Brandon: There was that sheriff that we ran into in town.

Brandon: I'm sure there's a cop shop around here somewhere.

Brandon: I'll take my truck it'll be faster.

John: Yeah, do that.

John: Be back here in like a hour. Her and I are going to go find Mike & Haley.

Stacy: What?

Stacy: Brandon

John: Just meet us back here in a hour.

Brandon: Alright

Brandon: I love you.

Stacy: I love you.

Stacy: Hurry back.

Brandon: One hour. John: Yeah

John: Make it back here.

John: You be safe.

Brandon: You too man.

(Scary music playing)

John: Mikey! Mike!

John: You in here man?

Stacy: What is this place John?

John: I don't know.

John: Shit

Stacy: What? What?

John: This is where my grandpa used to work.

Stacy: Have you been here before?

John: Not sure.

John: This whole area was blocked off when we were stationed up here.

Stacy: Do you think Mike and Haley are in here?

John: I hope not this place looks like it's about to... (Bang)

Stacy: Fuck!

John: Shit!

John: It's alright.

Stacy: I don't want to be here John.

John: It's alright.

(Squeaky door opening)

Stacy: Do you hear that?

(Door slamming shut)

John: (Shouting) Mike!

John: That's him.

John: Fuck

John: (Shouting) Mikey where are you man!

Stacy: John!

Stacy: John! John!

John: Jesus Christ

Stacy: Haley?

Stacy: Haley no!

Stacy: Haley what did they do to you?

Stacy: (Screaming) John: Stay back.

John: What the fuck.

Stacy: Shit!

Stacy: (Screaming) John!

John: Stacy! Stacy! Fuck!

John: Mikey I'm coming man!

John: Mikey

John: (Shouting) Mikey wake up man!

John: Mike wake up man!

John: Mikey wake up!

John: Fuck

John: The fuck did they do to you?

Stacy: John

Stacy: John

Stacy: John wake up.

Stacy: Wake up John.

Stacy: Wake up John.

Stacy: Wake up John.

Stacy: John wake up.

Stacy: John

Stacy: John

Stacy: John (makes be quiet noise)

Stacy: Please be quiet.

Stacy: John (makes be quiet noise)

Stacy: Stop

Stacy: Oh shit.

Stacy: You alright?

Stacy: I'm sorry.

Stacy: I'm sorry.

John: Thanks

Stacy: Yeah

Stacy: Anytime

Stacy: I want to know who this mother fucker is.

John: Stacy, might not be dead yet.

Stacy: He's dead.

Stacy: (Gasps)

Stacy: Brandon?

John: Fuck Stacy: What

John: Fuck it's Brandon.

Stacy: No, no.

Stacy: I loved you.

Stacy: (Crying) I loved you.

Stacy: You said you loved me.

John: Stacy, Stacy let's get the hell out of here.

John: Come on.

John: Come on.

John: Shit

John: Stacy

John: Stacy, wake up.

John: Stacy, wake up sweetheart.

John: Wake up, it's John.

Stacy: (Gasping)

John: It's alright, you're alright. It's alright.

John: It's alright, you're alright.

John: It's alright.

John: It's all over.

John: Just stay awake for me.

Stacy: Brandon!

John: No, no, no. Just stop you're ok.

John: You're ok, your alright.

John: Your ok.

John: Just relax.

John: Stacy, there's something I need to tell you about Brandon.

Stacy: You left me. John: No I didn't.

Stacy: You left me! Stacy: You fucking left me.

John: Listen! Listen! Listen! Everything's alright.

John: It's all over.

John: Just listen to me.

John: Brandon had a few, uh mental issues.

John: These bastards. Said he was cured.

John: But I knew he would do this again.

Stacy: Again?

John: I came out here to look out for him.

John: Because I know he's had some problems in the past.

John: But

John: He's Mikey's best friend.

John: He's like another brother to me you know.

Stacy: You mean he was.

Stacy: Mikey's dead John.

Stacy: Everybody is fucking dead.

Stacy: You knew that this would happen?

John: No I didn't.

John: I thought he might get crazy and hurt himself and

get stupid. But I thought he wouldn't hurt anyone else.

John: Not again.

Stacy: Stop it! What the fuck do you mean again John!

John: When we were kids.

John: Brandon seemed normal most of the time.

John: But

John: There's some days were.

John: Some days he scared me.

John: Scared his parents.

Stacy: Did something happened to him?

John: No that's the thing, he had a great life.

John: Just something about him wasn't right.

John: There's this one day.

John: Mike & Brandon were just little kids.

John: Went into this old abandon house in the neighborhood to smoke a bowl

John: And I walk in and there's Mikey just

standing there staring into the living room.

John: And uh?

Stacy: What?

John: I can't.

Stacy: John please I need to know this.

John: Alright

John: So I walked into the house and he's just standing there.

John: I say hey Mike you little shit get the hell out of here.

John: And he's just frozen there. Like he doesn't even hear me.

John: So I walk over to the living room to see what the hell he's looking at.

John: Then I see Brandon and the little girl.

Young girl: (Screaming) Get away from me! Young

Brandon: (Yelling) God damn it! Sit the fuck down!

Young girl: (Screaming) Get away from me! (Children screaming & yelling)

John: He cut her open. And um. Her organs where laying on the ground

John: Everywhere.

John: It was terrible.

John: He told Mikey that they were going to play doctor. Then all that shit went down.

John: Was crazy.

Stacy: No

John: They took Brandon away for like 3 years.

John: And all those military doctors said that they could cure him.

John: They could cure all the violent tendencies. So

they put him on all these medications to balance him out.

John: All the operations that were going on here at old unit 6.

John: Where to make men cold calculated killers.

John: No emotion. No remorse.

John: They where changing their brain chemistry.

John: Making them into monsters.

John: But they said, they could deprogram Brandon.

John: They said he was cured.

John: When he came back.

John: Nobody even mentioned it.

John: It's like he totally forgot what happened.

John: Before they took him away.

Stacy: Unbelievable

Stacy: No

Stacy: No John: Yeah

John: Lately he's been mixing all sorts of street drugs

and drinking a lot. On top of all his medications.

Stacy: He's been getting high every day. John: Yeah

John: But that's just weed. That shit doesn't make you kill them.

John: Talking about all the other shit.

John: I can see the change in him lately.

Stacy: I do too.

John: Yeah but I thought it would never be this bad.

Stacy: I didn't know. I didn't know.

John: I'm sorry Stacy, I should of said something.

I just didn't want you to be scared off.

John: Because I know deep down inside Brandon is a good kid. He really was.

John: Listen we need to get you to the hospital. Your all cut up and bruised up.

John: We need to stitched you up and you'll be good as new.

John: Come on, let me help you up. Let's go.

Stacy: Just get me the fuck out of here John.

Stacy: Where am' I?

Dr. Smith: Stacy

Dr. Smith: Stacy

Dr. Smith: Your alright.

Dr. Smith: Your ok. Your safe.

Dr. Smith: Your being treated for trauma.

John: It's ok Stacy. Dr. Smith is a good doctor. He's the one who treated Brandon.

Stacy: What?

Dr. Smith: Stacy I will be giving you some morphine to help you relax.

Dr. Smith: Um, John your going to have to leave the room.

John: Alright

Stacy: John

John: It'll be alright Stacy.

John: Listen to Dr. Smith he's going to take good care of you.

Dr. Smith: Just lie back.

Dr. Smith: Pretty soon everything will be like it never even happened.

Stacy: (Screaming)