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Son of a bitch.

Dad?

It's Dee Dee.

Open the door!

I know you in there.

And I know what you doing.

We can talk about this
right now,

or we can talk
about this with Mom later.

All right, fine!

You and that skank
better cover up.

What the... fuck?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just need to stop
the bleeding.

Dad?

Dee Dee, what...

what the hell
are you doing here?

Mom said you'd
been disappearing a lot.

I-I thought you were justrunning
around behind her back.

I didn't... I didn't expe...

You were never supposed
to know this side of me.

No one was.

How long?

My entire life.

It's a pain...
I wake up with, a hunger...

I can't satisfy...

no matter how much I feed it.

I was born with this.

- And I'll die with it.
- No, no.

No one is born
with that kind of darkness.

Do you really believe that?

I know it.

You're not evil.

You raised me. You loved me.

This is not you.
This is not my daddy.

Please, Daddy.

Please.

Please, Daddy.

Please, just put the knife down.

I'm a psychologist.
I can help you.

You can change.

Please, Daddy, please.

I almost believe you, Dee Dee.

Just because something
seems inconceivable

doesn't mean
that it can't be true.

You were floating.

Satan. Satan.

I was reborn.
Dead, then raised up

by the Unholy One himself.

He thinks I'm pretty cool,
Dee Dee.

No one's called me that name
in years,

- not since...
- That night. I know.

Satan showed me everything.

Your old man had
a wild appetite.

- What the fuck are you?
- Isn't it obvious?

Evil. Pure.

Uncut. You think it can
be treated like an infection,

but there is no cure,
no pill to take.

The darkness resides
in everyone.

Even you.

N-No, you're wrong.

Look at your little experiment
with Mr. Jingles.

He was locked up.

Youreleased him into the world.

In a way, he didn't kill anyone.

You did.

You think
you were studying evil?

You areevil.

I was only trying to do good.
I... Shit.

Don't take my word for it.

He's right, Dee Dee.

Evil is born,

and you are the fruit
of its seed.

The darkness is inside you.

This isn't real.

You're not real.

You are your father's daughter.

Accept it.

Follow in my footsteps.

There's nothing else you can do.

It's not big enough.

No one can see it.

We need to build a signal fire.

Big enough for a plane to see!

The cabins, the trees... we have

- to burn it all!
- We're not burning shit, okay?

We need to find an exit plan.

Yeah, she's right.

Xavier, you need to relax.

Just breathe.

You want me to breathe?

I have breathed the fire

of a thousand white-hot suns!

Dude, stop!

Xavier, put that down!

Get back! Get out of the way!

Don't you see?

It all has to burn.

Forgive me, but I had to stop
him before he hurt someone!

Let's get him to a cabin.

We can't stay here.
We have to rally,

go through the woods...
We'll find help eventually.

No. Those woods are a maze,
and in this dark

we'll be walking around
in circles.

And don't forget
about the traps.

She's right.
I mean, Jingles could have

this whole place
booby-trapped, for all we know.

Xavier can't even walk.
We should just

stay here till sunrise.

There is safety in numbers.

And we have a gun.

Oh, some bad news on that front.

I used all my bullets tryingto
protect Trevor from Jingles.

I wish I could have done more.

But there is another option.

Yesterday I saw
two people camping

on the other side of the lake.

Two of us
could take a boat across.

Maybe they have a car.

- God willing.-Good idea.
- Chet'll go with you.

Sure.

I love boats.

You're very brave.
God bless you.

Be careful, you guys.

Do you think
we should wake him up?

I don't think you're supposed
to sleep with a concussion.

I think the less he sees
of this night, the better.

Yeah.

I guess you're right.

Don't you think
it's kind of weird

that Margaret didn't mention
the campers before?

Yeah, well, she's a weird chick.

Ray.

Ray is out there!

No, Ray bitched out.

Took off on Trevor's bike

- and left us.
- No, no.

I'm telling you,
he-he's out there.

Maybe he got to the call box

or-or found help!

No. Don't worry.
I promise, I'll be right back.

Yeah, keep that close, okay?

Bertie.

Bertie, don't make me do it,
please.

Please, just make me a sandwich.

Oh, Bertie, please.

Please, don't make me do it.

Hey. Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

The fire.

Did it work?

Is someone coming?

No one's coming.

Huh?

Where is everyone?

Chet and Jesus Lady
went to find help.

Brooke went after Ray.

Ray?

Ray.

Ray! Ray, over here!

Hi.

I knew you wouldn't bail on us.

Did you get help?

Help?

You were going to the call box.

No, no, I've just...
been walking.

I'm sorry,
I'm-I'm kind of foggy.

Okay, well, try to focus.

Montana said you left
on Trevor's motorcycle.

- Then what?
- Um...

No. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Right, I did.

Uh, but, uh, I got on a bike,

and I rode out of camp,
but I guess...

I was walking again,

but I guess I've...
I've fallen off?

Did you hit your head
or something?

Shit.

- That's Jingles.
- Come on, come on, come on.

I don't see anything out there.

There's not even a light.

Don't worry, Margaret.

We're gonna find help.

We're gonna get out
of this nightmare.

Do you ever think
about death, Chet?

I thought about it pretty hard

when I was in that pit.
It's terrifying.

The rot and the maggots,

and your insides turn to jelly.

And what if that's just it?
You die,

and then nothing.

Just big, black nothing.

Well, you wouldn't feel that
wayif you believed in God.

God judges the righteous
and the wicked,

for when the cold hand of death

squeezes the last breath
from your lungs,

it'll be too late
to ask for forgiveness.

Thanks for the heads-up.

You've lost a lot of blood.

Make peace with your maker.

Confess your sins.

- You won't get another chance.
- Relax.

We're gonna make it out of here.

Why are you so concerned
about my soul?

Because I can see your torment.

I know you're harboring
a terrible secret.

For all your
outward masculinity,

I can always tell the real
boysfrom the fake ones.

Fuck you, Margaret.

You don't know anything
about me.

I tried.

God is my witness.

Oh, and you're so pure?

There's nothing
that you have to confess?

Actually, I do.

There's nothing
on the other side.

I just needed to get
each one of you alone with me.

Why?

So I can kill you.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

No. No! No, no, no,
no, no, no...

I think he's gone.

I think we should stay put.

Margaret's gone across
the lake for help.

I don't think it's safe
to move around.

I'm-I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.

Aren't you scared?

I am. I am, yeah.

Who would have thought,
when this day started,

you and I would end up here,

running from a deranged
psycho killer?

I guess nothing ever turns out
quite how you imagine it.

Even moving to L.A., I, uh...

I had this dumb idea,
this, this dream...

to...

To be somebody?

No.

To be nobody.

And why would you want
to do that?

When I was a kid,
I was a total nerd.

I was always the best
in my class.

And there was this kid
who always came in second,

and he hated coming in second.

One day, he just stopped
talking to me.

Got everybody else in the
classto stop talking to me, too.

I didn't want him to be mad,

so I started pretending
I didn't know things.

I would, you know, get
the answers wrong on purpose.

Mm-hmm.

When he became first,
he asked me to get ice cream.

I said yes.

When he asked me to marry him,
I said yes,

even though...

I wasn't sure
if I really loved him.

I pretended for so long
to be somebody that I wasn't.

Now I don't even know who I am.

I kind of know what that's like.

You do?

Yeah.

I always wanted to be a doctor.

Like... like Quincy.

So I, I worked my ass off
to get into the best schools,

the best fraternities.

I got so wrapped up
in trying to impress

the people I thought could
make my life easier

that I forgot who I was
in the first place.

And in the end, it cost me.

Cost me a lot.

So what I'm saying is...

don't feel like
you have to change

to fit into the world.

'Cause you're pretty rad
just the way you are.

Why'd you do that?

I don't know.

Because I felt like it.

Chances are we're not gonna
makeit out of here alive tonight,

and I don't want to die when...

I don't even feel
like I've lived.

So let's do it.

Let's live.

Highway to Heaven, man.

I still have an audition
on the books.

Possible two-episode arc
as a cheery bellhop.

How's a burn victim ever
supposed to play cheery? Hmm?

I don't like this.

Brooke should be back by now.

Screw this. You stay here,
I'm gonna go find her.

- Not another step.
- I'm not here to clash.

I only want to help us
get out of here.

Says the bitch
who punched me in the throat.

I suggest you leave now

before I get the urge
to kick more of your ass.

I thought I could help people
all around the world.

I never would have put you
in harm's way otherwise.

The hell are you talking about?

Mr. Jingles.

I released him.

I led him to the camp.

What happened here tonight...
It's...

it's my fault.

You did this to me?

Look at my fucking face!

My Rabbit is parked
in the staff lot.

- If the three of us pull together, we can survive this.
- No.

It's your fault I'm a monster.

It's your fault I'll never
be on the cover of TV Guide!

It's your fault
my future is in radio!

You don't want to do this.
Please.

No.

Yes, I do.

Get out of my way!

Oh, man.

That was kind of amazing.

Was it good for you?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it... was.

I mean, I think so.

I don't really have anything
to compare it to.

You were my first.

Are you serious?

I thought you were engaged.

We, uh, never...

So... I popped your cherry.

How do you feel?

Thirsty.

Brooke?

What is it? What is it?

Oh, my God.

Is that my head in there?

Yes. Oh, my God.

- What are you?
- Brooke, please...

No, don't touch me! Don't...

Holy shit. Where have you been?

Are you dead, too? Is everyone

in this whole
fucking place dead?

Slow down. I'm not dead.

I think I would know
if I was dead.

Well, he didn't. He was standing

right here, and his head
was right over there.

- What are you talking about?
- Ray.

He's dead. And I know that
doesn't make any sense, but...

I can't breathe. I feel like

the world is crumbling
out from under me.

I don't know what's real.

I-I don't even trust myself.

Maybe I really am
just losing it.

I wish I never
came to this place.

Don't worry, Brooke.

Ah!

You'll be leaving soon.

God.

You're always
playing the victim.

People look at you and they see

sweet, innocent Brooke.

Such a "good girl."

BUT I SEE WHAT YOU REALLY ARE:

A fucking black hole
where light goes to die.

- What?
- And people peg me as the bad girl?

Why... 'cause I've got rad hair?

'Cause I act on my feelings?
Where's my sympathy?!

Why are you doing this?

When I saw you that
day, it was like fate.

Out of all the places in
the world you could have been,

there you were,
right in front of me.

And then, out of the sky,

an AK-47 fell in my lap.

It was like
the cosmos telling me

I was right
to hold onto this rage,

because I was waiting for you
to empty out the entire

clip!

Wait.

You sent him?

Why?

Believe me.

I wanted to kill you myself.

But I didn't know
if I had it in me.

I know I seem pretty bitchin',

but I have
moments of doubt, too.

There was only one person inmy
life who ever believed in me.

My brother.

And you killed him!

I never killed anybody!

Your maniac fiancé
pulled the trigger,

but you're the reason he's dead.

Sam was your brother?

You never should have
brought me here.

I know.

I just wanted to understand him.

Was my father
ever the man I loved?

Or was he...
was he always a killer?

I wasn't.

Margaret killed
all those counselors

in the '70s.

Oh.

She made everyone believe
that I did it.

She made me believe
that I did it.

Outside the war...

I never killed anyone
before tonight.

Then kill me.

It's all my fault.

All of this.

I can't live with this darkness.
Just do it.

No.

There's only one kill left.

You... you don't get off so easy.

You're gonna have to live
with what you've done.

Fucking bitch!

What are you gonna
do with that, Brooke?

Stay away from me.
You're psychotic!

Maybe. A little.

But that doesn't change
how this is gonna end.

Those belong to you.

You're Mr. Jingles.

I should have
shot you in the head.

I'm gonna rip you apart.

I played Robin Hood in '79.

Stagedoor Dinner Theater,
Tustin.

And thanks to Camp Redwood,
I'm back in character.

When you put me in that oven,

you cooked up
your worst nightmare, asshole.

Margaret?

Oh, God, Margaret. Talk to me.

Margaret?

Are you okay?

Never better, actually.

Do you accept Satan
as your master?

Here we are at Camp Redwood.

You all ready for a fun summer?

Yeah!

I want you to know
in your bones.

You did this!

You selfish, evil whore!

Oh!

Oh, my God.

Ma'am?

Are you all right?

Oh, thank God you're here.

Don't worry, ma'am,
you're safe now.

Do you know what happened here?

Do you know who she is?

Yeah, she's one
of my counselors.

And she went crazy.

She attacked everyone.

She attacked me.

Let's get you down...
Please help me.

What am I supposed
to do with this?

There was no body next to it?

Found it in the refrigerator.
I heard there was

a motorcycle wreck
by the entrance.

- That body had no head.
- Bag it separately.

We'll deal with who it
belongs to at the morgue.

Sir, do you need help?

Uh, yeah. I de-I definitely do.

Are you hurt?

Yeah. Real bad.

Uh, I just don't know
how or where, exactly.

Okay, have a seat.
I'm just gonna take some vitals.

Look, I have to
get out of here, okay?

I can't stay in this place
another second.

- I have to get out right now.
- Just take it easy.

It was all bad.
All that blood and death.

This camp is fucked up.

I just want to go home. Please.

Let's get him to the hospital.

Sir, we're gonna take
good care of you.

Just relax.

You're safe now.

I just wanted to go home.

This is home.

Hey!

Son of a bitch.

Ma'am?

You okay?

Tell me what's wrong.

I'm fucking dead, that's what.

Whoa! Easy.

You think if I killed you
right now

they'd give me the chair?

Most definitely.

Agree to disagree.

What the hell, Montana?

There is no Montana.

Only Zuul.

It's a joke, lighten up.

You guys are doing this
purgatory thing all wrong.

We can be gods here.

Ugh, you guys
are fucking boring.

Let's go.

Come on.

Seat belt.

Seat belt?

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