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(cork pops) (wine trickling)

(glass clinks)

(dramatic whooshing tones)

(ominous music)

(Randy pants)

- Ah, fuck.

Fuck.

(Randy grunts)

(ominous music)

(Randy grunts)

(Randy chuckles)

(anxious music)

(gunshot booms)

(horn blares) - Asshole.

- Oh my god.

- Shit, sorry.

Go back to sleep.

- Well, it's good to know the drivers

are as crazy here as they are at home.

- No, they're much worse.

It's all the bad weather and nationwide alcoholism.

- I can see why you fit in.

- You shaking off any of that jet lag?

- No, not even slightly.

Oh no, please don't tell me you've planned

some get up at 6:00 AM jampacked adventure holiday.

- Oh come on, it'll be good for you.

You're gonna be out in nature chopping firewood,

getting your hands dirty.

You gotta get up, smell the daisies

and just grab life by the balls

and start squeezing 'em. - Ow.

(both laughing)

That's definitely not how the saying goes.

- It's an English thing, you wouldn't know.

- Oh.

Oh, right.

Yeah.

(country guitar music) (Laura hums melodically)

No.

You still listen to this crap?

Eject.

Stop. (laughs)

Shut up.

No.

Ugh.

So stupid.

Oh god.

(soft guitar music)

(soft guitar music continues)

- Well, this is us for the next few days.

- It's cute.

- Yeah.

All right, let's take five and get out there.

- You're psychotic.

- Come on then.

Early bird catches the worm. - Oh god.

Is that how you talk now?

- Yeah, it does sound a little dirty, doesn't it?

- That's probably why you like it. (giggles)

(birds chirping)

- Ready?

- Yep.

(Jas sighs)

(soft music)

(trees rustling)

Wait up.

- Break?

- Yes. (sigh)

Oh yeah.

You still doing that?

- It's a special occasion.

- Oh yeah?

How many special occasions you having a day?

- God, you sound like Mom.

- Well unfortunately for us,

apparently all women turn into their mothers.

- I fuckin' hope not.

One was bad enough.

(lighter clicks)

(soft music)

Hey, you wanna race?

- No.

- Ready, set, go.

- Ugh.

Fuck.

- Come on, slowpoke! - Shit.

I hate running.

- Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.

Come on, slowpoke.

Breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.

That's it.

Knees up. - Ow.

- Back straight. - Yeah.

- There you go. (Jas pants)

(Jas pants)

- I can't believe I lost to a smoker.

(Laura giggles)

Ah.

There's no fucking way I'm getting in there.

(both shrieking)

Holy shit.

- It's quite nippy. - Yeah.

- Oh my god. - That was fun.

- No.

- You only got your toe in.

- That wasn't even fun.

- Fun thing. - I've never.

I can't believe you even talked me into doing that shit.

- It was kinda too cold, I didn't even get in.

(anxious music)

- Hey!

(men chattering)

Hey.

How you ladies doing?

You should join us, you hungry?

(man catcalls)

- We're fine, thanks.

- Laura, come on, let's go back.

- Hey, you're not from around here, are ya?

- What do you think? - Perfect.

- Laura, let's go's back. - What?

It's fine, just ignore them.

- No, we really need to go. - Ah, come on.

We don't bite.

- Yeah, unless you're into that. (laughs)

- Please.

- All right.

- Hey, where you girls staying?

Ah, come on now. (men groaning)

Back in the truck, lads, let's go.

Come on.

(anxious music)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps rustling) (soft guitar music)

- [Laura] Hey, everything okay?

- Yeah, he just reminded me of someone, you know?

- You wanna talk about it?

- No.

I'm just being silly. - You're not.

- I am getting better.

I know it doesn't feel like it but I am.

Did I tell you that I've started taking a defense class?

- No.

- Yeah.

It helps a little bit

but I still get these moments.

- I didn't have the chance to tell you

how proud I am of you for leaving.

Here.

It's yours.

- No.

I can't.

There's a reason Dad gave it to you.

- Yeah, and there's a reason I want you to have it now.

You're stronger than you think.

Don't ever forget that.

I mean, you're not as strong as me but (laughs).

- You're such a bitch.

(soft music)

- Jas, have you had a drink yet?

- No, but I was just about to.

- I may have just used the last of our wine in the pie.

(both giggling)

Can you go get some?

- What, did you put a whole bottle of wine in the pie?

- Yeah, there's wine in pie.

- Yeah.

- Can you go get some please?

(keys jingling)

- What, and leave you in charge of all the cooking?

- Hey, I've gotten much better.

- Uh-huh. - Yeah.

Listen, you're gonna have your mind blown

by my steak and kidney pie.

- Steak and kidney?

My god, is that a thing? - Yeah.

- Oh.

God. - It's good, I swear.

- Yeah, it looks it. - Yeah.

- Mm, tasty. - Mm.

Have faith in me, okay?

- Yeah.

Oof.

Smells like cat food.

Do you want anything else?

- Ooh, whiskey.

- Okay, well I can get on board with that.

- Yeah, thanks.

I love you.

(relaxed country guitar music)

(hands clapping)

(engine rumbles)

(relaxed country guitar music)

(water trickling)

(relaxed country guitar music)

(engine rumbles)

(anxious music)

(utensils clanking)

(person knocks)

That was quick.

You do know the speed limit's still in miles, right?

(ominous music)

(door creaks)

What the fuck do you want?

- Perfect, boys.

(man laughs)

- What are a couple of Yankee girls doing out here anyway?

- I'm a British citizen, asshole.

- Oh.

Hmm. (laughs)

Oh, listen to her.

"Asshole." (men laughing)

- [Man] Asshole, right?

(men laughing sadistically)

- We never got your invitation, so

we figured we'd invite ourselves over.

See's how you were doing anyway.

- Yeah, well, I'm doing fine, thanks.

So if you don't mind, get the fuck out.

- [Man] Ooh hoo hoo.

(car beeps)

(crickets chirping)

(engine rumbles)

(tense tones)

(ominous music)

(lighter clicks)

- Where's that friend of yours?

- She left.

- Is she coming back?

- We had an argument.

- And she took the car too?

That's not very nice of her now, is it?

- I have a friend coming to pick me up.

They should be coming now.

- I doubt that, darling.

(tense music)

(engine roars)

(tense music)

(phone buzzes) Ah.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

(phone buzzing)

And here I was thinking you two were a couple of dikes.

We were taking bets on which one of you wore the strap-on.

Harry here was sure it was the skinny one

but my money's on you.

- Laura, pick up your phone.

(tense music)

Why isn't she picking up the fucking phone?

Laura?

(engine roars)

- All you have to do is behave

and we'll be out of your hair.

- Don't you fucking touch me.

(anxious music)

- If you don't behave,

things might get ugly.

(jaw chomps)

Good girl.

(man laughs)

(tense rising tones)

- Whoa! - Ooh.

- [Man] Shit.

(tense music)

Hey, hey. - Whoa.

- [Man] Put the knife down.

Hey. - Whoa.

- Put the knife down.

- [Man] Hey now.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. (man screams)

- Fuckin' leg, ah!

- [Man] Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, now. - Stop it.

- [Man] Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, stop it. - Whoa, whoa.

- Stop, stop. (gunshot booms)

- Fucking bitch!

(somber music)

- Shit.

Randy, what are we supposed-

- You stay here and deal with the body.

Call me when the other one gets back.

Take me back to base camp now.

(injured man groans)

(somber music)

(engine rumbles)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(crickets chirping)

- Laura, Laura, Laura!

(Jas weeps)

(somber music)

(Jas weeps)

(Jas cries)

Please.

(somber music)

Please wake up.

Please wake up. (weeps)

Don't leave me on my own like this.

I don't know what to do.

(Jas gasps)

(door scrapes)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

- Fuck this shit.

(ominous music)

(low, tense drumbeat)

(low, tense drumbeat continues)

(tense rising tones)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense rising tones)

(fist clacks)

(tense music)

(tense rising tones)

(dramatic bass tones) (Kent gurgling)

(Jas pants)

(Kent coughs)

(tense music)

- I'm coming for you, you fuckers.

(alternative rock music) (knives clacking)

(alternative rock music continues)

(water trickling)

(relaxed rock music)

(relaxed rock music continues)

(chain rattles)

(wind howls)

(lights clicking)

(shears clacking)

(engine rumbles)

(injured man grunts)

- How much cash is this?

(injured man sighs)

(engine rumbles)

(Randy sighs)

(Randy grunts)

(man laughs)

- See that, yeah?

That's all me there.

Jeez, jackpot, all right.

Yeah.

Fuck am I meant to do with this?

- Those girls, such a fuckin' mess.

(injured man scoffs)

- You're fuckin' telling me.

- Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah.

Randy shouldn't have done that.

We should just clear on out and just leave.

- Oh yeah?

Well good luck telling him that.

(Randy groans)

- Why don't we just leave without him?

Now hear me out, seriously.

Like this is his mess, not ours.

Wasn't Kent supposed to like ring us

an hour ago or something?

I bet ya anyone he's legged it.

I would've.

Stuck out there with a fucking dead girl.

Are you crazy?

- Such a fuckin' mess.

- Right.

We eat,

then we leave, yeah?

(door clacks)

- Oi, hold your fucking horses.

No one's going anywhere.

All right?

You all need to grow a pair

and get that through your thick skulls. (spits)

Fucking amateurs.

(man sighs)

(injured man groans)

- Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going?

- What, I'm not allowed to take a fucking piss now?

Just what the doctor ordered.

Ah! (leg thuds)

Fuck's sake.

(ominous music)

(injured man gurgles)

(Jas grunts) (shears stabbing)

(Jas pants)

(ominous music)

(chainsaw revs)

(chainsaw buzzes)

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

(Jas screams) (man screams)

(Jas screams) (chainsaw sputters)

(chainsaw buzzes) (man wails)

(Jas screams) (chainsaw buzzes)

(up tempo rock music)

(Jas screams) (man shouts)

(foot thuds) (man wails)

(up tempo rock music)

(up tempo rock music continues)

(Jas screams)

(Jas gasps) - Come here, come here.

Yeah, yeah.

(Jas chokes)

(Jas screams)

Come here.

(skull clanks)

(objects thudding)

(up tempo rock music)

(tense music)

- Calm down, little girl.

(Jas shrieks) (barrels clattering)

(up tempo rock music) - What the fuck was that?

(axe slices)

(tense music)

What the fuck have you done?

Shit.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(gunshot booms)

(wind howls)

(engine rumbling)

(tires scraping)

- What the fuck happened to you?

- Get in the back.

- Get in. - Move.

- You never looked better. - Just drive.

(men laughing) Who said fucking laugh?

(engine rumbles)

(wind howls)

(engine rumbling)

(anxious music)

(engine rumbling)

- [Lewis] Okay.

Let's see what we got, boys.

(Lewis grunts)

(door clacks softly)

Oh.

Ah.

She got enough stuff in here to build a fucking house.

- Yeah, and now she has a gun.

(Lewis laughs) - Shit.

Wait, really, Randy?

(anxious music)

(anxious music continues)

Merry Christmas, boys.

- Woo hoo. - You take that.

- I'll have this one. - Slash the tires.

You can handle that, can't ya?

Fuck's sake.

(air hisses)

- [Lewis] All right Randy, what do you wanna do?

- [Randy] I told Jacob about the girls.

- [Lewis] Why'd you bring that creep into this?

- [Randy] That creep makes us a lot of money.

So I wouldn't be shooting my mouth off if I were you.

And he can find her.

She's gotta be out there.

She probably got lost in the woods,

fell in some ditch somewhere.

- [Lewis] Okay, yeah, then let's go find her.

- [Randy] No, no, no.

We gotta go back, deal with the body and clean up this mess.

- But what if she goes back to the house?

- [Randy] We're four fucking miles away.

She's a woman, not a bionic man.

- [Lewis] All right.

(anxious music) - Come on, let's go.

(foliage crackles)

(anxious music)

You're out there, aren't you?

You slimy little bitch.

About your sister, it was an accident.

A tragic accident.

That was the old Randy over here.

My finger slipped.

Why don't you come out and we can talk about it?

It's not too late to be friends.

You do wanna be friends, don't ya?

Your sister didn't want to be friends

and that was very, very unfortunate.

But I have much more high hopes for you.

Where the fuck are ya?

Come on, stop playing.

Come on.

We don't bite.

(flashlight clicks)

(anxious music)

But I have much (grunts).

(tense music) Go after her.

(tense drumbeat)

- Fuck, where'd she go?

I can't see shit out here.

- Whose fault is that for dropping the light?

- [Man] I fucking fell, how's that my fault?

- Who else's fault is it?

Fuck.

- Please, I won't tell them you're here, please.

Please, I'm begging you.

I don't wanna die.

- Yeah?

Well neither did my sister.

(anxious music)

- I'm begging you. (pistol butt thuds)

(Lewis groans)

- What the fuck are you doing?

Lewis. (Lewis groans)

What the fuck are you doing? - I tripped.

- Which way did she go?

Which way did she go?

- I didn't fucking see, did I?

- Fuck's sake.

Come on, let's get back to the car.

Stick to the plan, fuck.

(wind howls)

(Jas pants)

(Jas chuckles)

- You think you're so fucking smart!

(Jas sighs)

(wind howls)

(Jas sighs)

(flashlight taps)

(man sniffs) - Mm.

Mm, mm, mm, mm.

- Are you eating? - Oh, I am.

- Randy's gonna be pissed.

- Hey.

Did you find the body yet, you fuckin' idiots?

Did ya? - No, boss.

- You two, start fucking digging.

- [Man] All right, all right.

- Keep looking.

(anxious music)

(footsteps pattering)

(Randy groans)

(anxious music)

(Randy grunts)

(anxious music)

(Randy grunts)

(Randy pants)

(Randy growls)

(Jas pants)

(wind howls)

(Jas whimpers)

- [Laura] Breathe in through your nose,

out through your mouth.

That's it.

Keep your knees up, back straight.

(anxious music)

(crickets chirping) (men grunting)

(Jas grunts) - Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

Jasmine Leah Hendricks.

I know who you are, I know everything about you.

- Fuck off.

- I have friends who are cops

and they know everything about you now too.

(anxious music)

If you kill me,

you're as dead as I am.

Wait, wait, wait, Jesus.

if you just wait one goddamn minute.

- I'll kill you! (fist thuds)

- [Laura] Get up, sis.

(ominous music)

(low, tense drumbeat)

(anxious guitar music)

(anxious guitar music continues)

(low, tense drumbeat)

(anxious guitar music)

(anxious guitar music continues)

(drawer clacks)

(anxious music)

- Please, come on, come on, come on.

(men laughing)

- Oh my god.

You're such a pussy, man.

- I am not. - You are a bit.

- Woo. - Ugh.

- Mm, cheers. (laughs)

Oh, that's better, that's much better.

(Jas pants)

(anxious guitar music)

(anxious guitar music continues)

(door clacks)

- Hey.

Hey.

(feet shuffling)

Ah, we knocked you out pretty good, huh?

(no audio)

You know,

I really thought you were gonna shoot me earlier.

(anxious music)

You are a beauty though, aren't you?

Yeah.

(anxious guitar music)

(tense tones)

(anxious guitar music)

(anxious guitar music continues)

(knife stabs) (Lewis gurgles)

- Ah.

Ah.

What's that? (muffled gurgles)

What's he doing up there?

- Wanna have a look?

- Absolutely.

Come here, come here.

(muffled grunts)

- Well, what's happening?

- I can't hear anything.

- Hey, Lewis?

(man knocks) Lewis?

(Lewis gurgles) (Jas pants)

(Jas pants)

(tense tones)

(men grunting)

(knife stabs) (man screams)

(man clattering)

(Jas screams) (Mikey grunts)

(man groans)

(Mikey laughs) (Jas screams)

(Mikey laughs)

(Mikey grunts) (vase shatters)

(Jas screams) (Mikey grunts)

(Mikey wails)

(man grunts)

(Mikey grunts)

(Jas gasps)

(Jas screams)

(man groans)

(low, tense drumbeat)

(Mikey chokes) (Jas screams)

(Jas pants)

(anxious music)

(gunshot booms)

(pistol butt thuds) - Oh god. (weeps)

(Jas screams)

(skull clacks)

(Jas screams)

(tense drumbeat)

(heartbeat pounds rapidly) (alarm clock thuds)

(Jas screams)

(Jas gasps)

(Jas pants)

(Jas groans)

(Jas weeps)

- [Laura] Get up, sis.

- Laura.

- [Laura] What are you doing on the floor?

Get up.

- I can't.

I'm so tired.

- [Laura] Of course you can, come on.

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

- [Laura] There you go.

(somber music)

(somber music continues)

(Jas groans)

(ominous music) - Whew.

(anxious guitar music)

(Jas wails)

(disinfectant hisses)

(Jas wails)

(Jas grunts)

(anxious guitar music)

(anxious guitar music continues)

(anxious music) (wind howls)

(engine rumbles)

(engine rumbles)

- Lord, what's that smell?

- What's the matter?

You never been to the countryside?

- I never liked the country.

I always found it too green.

- Do you wanna have a look or not?

- Someone's a little touchy.

(birds chirping)

You boys wait here, we shouldn't be long.

(ominous music)

You know, I wouldn't worry about that nose.

Ladies love battle scars.

It might even be an improvement.

Besides, I know the best underground surgeons there are.

I can look after you, for a price of course.

(door clacks)

Had a bit of a scuffle, did we?

- She's upstairs. - She?

I thought you said there were two.

- There were two and now there's not.

- You drive me all the way out here and now you tell me?

You've got some nerve, Randy.

- Look, I lost four fuckin' fellers today because of her.

- So what you're telling me is she's violent.

Are we gonna have trouble here, Randy?

Because I don't like trouble.

Trouble is bad for business.

- It was a little fuck up, that's all.

I've got it under control now.

- You said she's American?

- Yeah.

- Well, that's something.

We don't get many of those.

All right, let's see her.

(ominous music)

(footsteps clacking)

She's not here.

- Yeah, it turns out I have fuckin' eyes.

- Do you hear that? (gas hissing)

(ominous music)

We need to leave.

No, no, no, no, no, you'll blow us up.

- Shit.

What the fuck?

- Well, they are taking their fucking time.

- What, you got somewhere better to be?

- Yeah.

Your mum's. (man scoffs)

- Why you gotta bring Brenda into everything?

- Whatever.

Cocksuckers.

(birds chirping)

(low, anxious music)

(Jacob coughs)

- Fuck, fucking close it.

- I can't, she's broken the valve. (coughs)

(Randy knocks)

- Hey, we're in here.

(tense music)

(Randy coughs)

- Guys?

(anxious music)

Boys?

(gas hissing)

(gas hissing continues)

(gas hissing continues)

(crowbar thwacks) (man grunts)

(man gurgles)

You fuckin' bitch.

(crowbar clanks)

(Randy knocks)

(tense music)

(tense rattling tones)

(Randy knocks)

- Hey, we're in here!

(anxious rattling tones)

(Randy knocks)

- The fuck's going on in here?

- Don't move.

- So you're the one that's been causing all this mess.

Impressive little lady.

- Back the fuck up.

I will blow your fucking brains out.

- Go on then.

(gun clicks)

Well, isn't that a shame?

(pistol butt thuds) (man grunts)

(tense rattling drumbeat)

(vase shatters) (Jas pants)

(Jas screams)

(foot thuds)

(fists thudding)

(Jas shrieks)

(man grunts)

(pens clattering)

(gas hissing) - Move.

(tense music)

- Can't you open it? - Shut the fuck up.

(Randy coughs)

- Hurry up. (coughs)

(door rattles)

(Randy gasps)

(Jacob coughs)

(Randy gasps)

(tense drumbeat)

(man groans)

(Jas shrieks)

(Jas gasps)

(Jas screams)

(man coughs)

(roller thuds)

(anxious music)

(sculpture shatters) (Jas screams)

(Jas pants)

(Jas pants)

(knife stabs)

(anxious music)

(knife stabs)

(Jas pants)

(man gurgles)

(Jas whimpers)

(anxious music)

(Jas weeps)

- Oh my god.

(Jas gasps)

(chains rattling)

(electricity crackles) (Jas screams)

- Someone's been a bad dog, haven't they?

A very, very bad dog.

(electricity crackles) (Jas screams)

(chains rattling)

You filthy little thing.

Here.

(chains rattling)

(Jas chokes)

(Jas chokes)

(Jas wails)

Look at the state of you.

(Jas wails)

Come on.

(chain rattles)

He wasn't wrong about you.

(Jas screams)

But it's nothing that we can't fix.

Now you're gonna be a good doggie, aren't you?

And come to the car with me.

Otherwise,

my friend here will have to keep giving you kisses.

Understand?

We do understand each other, don't we?

(Jas spits)

(electricity crackles) (Jas screams)

Good.

Now come on, get up.

(chain rattles) (Jas chokes)

Come on, get up.

(Jas pants)

Come on, chop chop.

(Jas grunts)

(tense drumbeat)

How disappointing.

(chain rattles)

(tense drumbeat)

(Jas gasps)

(electricity crackles) (Jas screams)

(Jas groans)

(Jacob grunts)

(chain rattles)

(Jas shrieks)

(fists thudding) Now come here.

(electricity crackles) (Jacob wails)

(Jas screams)

(gunshot booms)

- Fuck.

Just you and me now, honey. (gunshot booms)

Yeah, that's right, you run away, you little pussy.

(gunshots booming)

(engine revs)

I was gonna make a sweet bit

of money outta you, you fuckin' bitch.

(Jas screams) (engine roars)

(Randy groans)

Fucking leg.

(crowbar thuds) (Randy wails)

(gunshot booms)

Ah fuck.

(Randy groans)

(Randy chuckles)

(anxious music)

(Randy pants)

(gunshot booms)

(Jas wails)

(Randy grunts)

(tense drumbeat)

(Randy chokes)

(Jas screams)

(Randy pants)

(tense music)

Fuckin' bitch.

(Randy spits)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(Jas spits)

Fuck.

(Randy grunts)

(Jas coughs, gasps)

Yeah, you like that, huh?

Oh, where the fuck do you think you're going?

(Randy grunts)

You fuckin' bitch.

(Jas coughs)

I'm gonna wring your scrawny little neck.

(Jas coughs) (tense drumbeat)

Oh yeah.

Come on with you then.

- Please.

Please. - You know,

I killed your bitch sister a little too quickly.

Fuck you.

(skull thuds)

Oh, but you're gonna die slowly,

screaming until your last fuckin' breath.

(Jas gasps)

Fuck.

Look at you, yeah?

You're so close to her now, you can feel it, can't ya?

No, no, no.

(Jas wails)

Eh?

(Jas chokes)

Tell her I said hi.

(Randy grunts) (Jas chokes)

- Get up, smell the daisies and just grab life by the balls

and start squeezing 'em. - Ow. (laughs)

There's no fuckin' way I'm getting in there.

- Ready, set, go.

I love you.

You're stronger than you think.

Here.

It's yours.

- There's a reason Dad gave it to you.

- Yeah, and there's a reason I want you to have it now.

(Randy grunts)

(soft guitar music)

(dramatic music)

(arrowhead stabs)

(Randy coughs)

(Randy pants)

(Jas screams)

- You motherfucker!

- Hold on, wait, please.

You don't have to do this.

(Jas laughs)

I can give you anything you want.

I can give you all the money in the world.

Name it, it's yours.

- It's so close now.

(Randy gasps)

(anxious music)

That's what you said to me.

(ominous music)

You wanted me to scream

until my last breath.

(Jas pants)

(Jas pants)

(Jas weeps)

(handle clinks)

(gasoline sloshes)

(Jas pants)

(lighter clicks)

(flames hissing)

(flames hissing continues)

(soft music)

(soft music continues)

(soft guitar music)

(soft guitar music continues)

(soft guitar music continues)

(chain rattles)

(soft guitar music)

(soft guitar music continues)

(Jas sniffles)

(soft guitar music ends)

(alternative rock music)

(alternative rock music continues)

(alternative rock music continues)

(alternative rock music continues)

(alternative rock music ends)