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[eerie music]

[fireworks]

[flashlight click]

[flashlight click]

[flashlight click]

[flashlight click]

[firework boom]

[insects buzzing]

[cars approaching]

[chatter]

[GPS voice] - Your destination is on your right.

- Pretty sweet GPS unit though, there. I like the voice.

Sounds kinda angry, though.

- Are we here?

- We're here.

- What's the time?

- Eleven fifty-three.

- Did I win?

- Yeah, what'd you say?

- Eleven forty-seven.

- I said twelve-oh-five.

- Devon?

- I don't remember, man. I'm probably way off.

[clap] - Boo-yah!

That is a boo-yah! [laughter]

- Not so fast. We're not here yet.

- What? How long is the driveway?

- Hey, Miles. Drive slow. [laughter]

- No, don't do that. No!

Heavier on the gas pedal.

[pedal sounds] [laughter]

No, I'm still winning! Go!

- What the hell's he doing? - Are we lost?

- No, this is it.

[car horn] - Ahh! We're so close!

- I think I win, actually. - I don't think we can get there.

- Well this is your property, so I think I win. [laughter]

I think that's how that's gonna work out.

I think the jury will agree with me.

[birds chirping]

[music from car]

[car doors opening and closing]

[chatter]

- Miles, do you care where we sleep?

- Oh, hold on! Everyone!

One rule this weekend.

Have fun. Have a blast.

We're here to celebrate. Make yourselves at home.

Let's make this a great fourth, okay?

[background chatter] - All right.

- Are there gonna be enough beds for everybody here?

- We'll make it work. Guest cabin sleeps six.

- Let's not go to the guest cabin.

[music from radio] [background chatter]

- I like your pants, though. - Thank you.

Did you notice how the stripes match my shirt?

- Sup. - Hey, guys.

- What's in the bag?

- Four kilos of coke. I thought I'd share.

- Really? 'Cause, those look way more like fireworks, dude.

- You, uh... you do coke?

- No.

- There she is!

- But he does.

- All right. That... is a flag.

- Guys, this stuff works great.

[background chatter]

- There it is. We got it. We got it!

[distant campfire voices]

- Hey!

Is anyone able to get a signal up here?

- No. - Nope.

- What's going on?

- Phone's down.

Now I gotta go into Webster to call the phone company. It's just a pain.

- Yeah. C'mon, Gus, go!

- You going for a run?

- Yeah!

- Go to Webster for me!

[eerie music]

[birds chirping]

- Don't get scared!

[laughter]

[playful yelling]

- Hey, Miles! The guest cabin's locked!

- Yep, I'm taking care of that right now.

- Yeah, make us wait outside on this gorgeous day! - No kidding!

[joyful yells] - Yeah! What's up with that!

[distant fireworks and laughter]

[floor creaks]

[creepy music]

[distant cheers]

[creepy music]

[joyful yells]

[loud music from truck]

[creepy music]

- Hey, Miles! [loud bang]

- Shit!

[laughter]

- God damn it, Rob!

- Shit, man. I scare you a little bit?

Sorry, man.

- Stay right there.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I'm here to help, dude, hey!

Heard you need to make a phone call.

- There's only a couple carriers that work up here.

- Yep, mine's one of them.

I made a phone call. It was like just a couple miles from here.

- Really?

[birds and insects]

[cell phone flips shut]

- Well, what's the status, man?

- They're sending someone tomorrow.

- All right.

It's like the deep woods back here.

[eerie music]

[dog barks]

[dog whines]

[dog barks] - What is it, boy? What's wrong?

Come here. Come here. What is it?

[footsteps] [music swells]

Hey!

What are you guys doing back there?

- We're just on a little adventure.

- Adam! Is that you, you little son of a bitch?

- Hey.

[distant girls laughing]

- What the hell, dude.

- When'd you get here?

- Man, like thirty minutes ago, bro.

- You drive straight through?

- Hell, yeah. Looking forward to this shit all year.

[girls laughing]

Whoo! [whistle]

That's right.

You know it's every man's duty to get laid by good-looking chicks.

I don't care if they're eighteen or eighty-one.

- Well those girls are probably more like fourteen.

- Fourteen. That gives us four years to make a plan.

- You like that, Gus?

[eerie music]

[dog growls]

[dog barks]

- Gus!

Gus! Come on!

- The hell's wrong with that dog? - Come here! Come here!

Gus, come here!

Just keep walking.

He's all bark and no bite.

- Sounds like me.

[chatter}

[arrow whoosh]

- Good sir! Requesting permission to pass!

- Sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

Let's just not kill anyone this weekend.

[laughter]

- Nice!

What's this outfit here? You preparing for the apocalypse or something?

[offscreen] - That's a bow and arrow. Don't see those every day.

[arrow whoosh]

- Nice. That's it. That's it!

[knife whoosh] Holy shit!

[metal clang] - Woops!

- Sweet, man! Let me try that thing! Come on!

- Let's see how this goes.

- Show you how it's done. You do know I'm an eighth Cherokee Indian, don't you?

- Really? - Yeah.

- That's cool.

- Yep. I mean Adam did tell you-

- Oh, he's waving it!

Everywhere.

[arrow hits trees] - Woop.

[chatter]

- I'll get it, dear.

- Dear?

- And you hold the string... yep. - And then I go...

Oh! Sorry, Devon!

- Nice, Hinman.

[footsteps running on dock]

[water splash]

- Son of a bitch!

[yells]

- Woo-hoo! Had to be done, man.

- Yep, in the crotch. Water.

[boat motor starts]

- So who's up for a little adventure?

[sizzling, background chatter, music from radio]

[scream] - I think something just brushed up my leg!

Are there big fish out here?

- So... what do you do?

- Drink.

- God damn right. You got that right.

Seems like you got your head on straight.

- Seriously, what would you call someone who killed him?

What would you call them? Beause it wouldn't be a bad thing, you know? So…

- Call what?

- Excuse me?

- Call what?

- We're just talking about what you'd call somebody.

- We're trying to figure out what you'd call someone who killed George Bush.

Like if you killed Hitler it wouldn't be a bad thing.

So... what would you call him?

- Yeah, you'd call him a murderer.

- No, the...

- The person who kills him.

- Right. The person who kills him.

- Yeah. A son of a bitchin' murderer.

Do I have to spell it for you?

- Rob, stop it.

- Who... who are you?

- Who are you?

- Yeah, like, what's your educational background?

- Uh, a fuckin' unenlightened ignoramus

doesn't know shit about nothin'.

That sum it up for you clowns?

- Yeah, actually.

I think it does.

- You know, where I'm from

when you want to get to know somebody, you introduce yourself.

I'm Robert M. Jones.

Who the fuck are you?

- Cool it, man.

- I'm Chris. Yeah...

- Happens to be a fuckin' holiday weekend out here.

What you're saying, you know, you're being rude.

- Well we can't ignore all the horrible shit our country does.

I mean, just keep the blanket over your eyes.

- You know, I bought these on the way up if anybody wants...

Patriotic bandana. - Hell, yeah. Damn right I do.

- One for you.

- Pass 'em out.

- Two more? Anybody want?

- Thanks. I don't really like what that thing represents right now.

- Well it is our flag, I mean. - It's fine, just take it. I don't care what you do with it.

- Don't know if it...

what it represents to other countries in the world right now.

- What you think?

- I think it looks...

Fantastic. Looks great on you. - It's tempting, yeah.

- God damn it, sweetheart. You don't take one I'm gonna be offended, now.

- He's gonna be offended! - Yeah, big loss there.

- You start talking about burning flags and stomping on flags... - I never…

- …and killing people this, and murdering that, yeah.

- It's easy to be this ignorant if you...

- Christ, Christ! Darlin'!

Darlin', you got your head screwed on… - Excuse me! My name is not Darlin'.

My name is Libby!

[whistle] - Woo-woo!

We got ourselves a sensitive Miss Feminazi on the boat here.

- Oh, come on, man!

- Who uses the word Feminazi? - You are a Feminazi!

- Rush Limbaugh. He uses it. He probably coined the phrase. - Hey, guys! Guys! Guys!

Let's cool it, all right? I'm sick of hearing about this stuff! - Can we go back?

- He doesn’t even know what it means. - Feminazi.

- Who uses that word? - Shut up.

- Turn around. Let's turn around. Let's ignore him. How about that?

- Yeah, I'll cool it. I'll cool it all right.

[splash]

[peaceful music] [birds chirping]

- Look out! [laughter]

- I will.

- Ah, it's beautiful here.

- Yeah.

- How far should we go?

- The farther the better.

[laughter]

- Oh, a little treehouse!

- That's a deer stand.

- I didn't know Miles was a hunter.

- Uh... he's... not.

- I'm gonna climb up there.

- Uh, I wouldn't do that, actually.

- Why not?

- Because you'll fall and crack your head open on a...

- They're nailed in. They're good.

[distant chopping]

Come with me.

[distant chopping]

What was that?

[chopping continues]

Is this still Miles's property?

- Yeah, that's his deer stand.

[chopping continues]

[laughter]

What?

[loon call]

[TV plays in background] - Hey, man. Hey.

You got that jet-powered lighter on you? I saw you had it earlier.

- Oh, yeah.

- We're going out on the lake, we're gonna shoot some fireworks.

- Shhh!

- I got matches on me but, you know...

I don't think it'd work too well.

Appreciate it.

- Yeah, and try to do the fireworks, you know, in the middle of the lake

so you don't wake anybody up.

- Yeah. - Yeah, he's really concerned about that.

- Hey you got everything?

- Yeah, yeah.

- All right, last chance.

- Fuckin'...

- Celebrate this great American holiday.

Any takers?

Hey, Robin Hood!

- Yeah?

- I know you wanna go.

- I'm going over to the guest cabin.

- All right, just the true patriots, then.

- Yeah, minus the Amerinazis.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

- Yep.

Shut the door!

Idiot.

[pop music] [chatter]

- ...sugar and salt just sitting there?

- I know what you mean.

- I don't have time for this. - OK, no it's a good hand.

- Tell me what it is.

- Straight.

- A straight? - Bullshit.

[laughter] Bullshit.

- Show it, dude.

- Oh, yes! That... - That is... that is not a straight.

- That... - That's a boo-yah...

- That's the money shot right there, buddy.

[motion light buzz]

[eerie music]

[buzz stops]

[music builds]

- Whoops, hey! - Yeah, I'll take that one.

- Hey. - Hey!

- What's up? - Hey, guy.

- Bullshit, that's what's up, my friend.

- Who's winning?

- Bus. I'm a bus.

- Well. That doesn't make sense because you need a B-U-L.

- You're B-U-L, B-U, B...

- Or B-O...

- B-O?

- B-O.

- Whatever.

- Had a few, then?

[crickets and insects]

- It was a leaf.

- That was not a leaf.

The one before that was maybe a leaf, but that one was not a leaf.

- Then it was a twig.

- There was some rustling before it.

- Everything's amplified in the woods.

You can't listen to every little sound or you'll drive yourself crazy.

- Yeah.

- It was probably just some squirrel who had no idea he was scaring you.

Or... maybe he was trying to scare you.

In that case I'm tempted to welcome him in here.

[laughter]

- Are there bears up here?

- We would know if it was a bear.

- But are there bears up here?

- Probably. Sure.

- Fuck.

We have food in here.

Let's get the food out of here.

- We don't... - Then I will relax.

[suspenseful music]

[distant dragging sounds]

- Oh, shit.

[dragging sounds continue]

Shit.

Jesus, what the fuck is that?

[mock ghost sounds] - Whooooo!

- Holy shit!

Come on, come on, come on!

Oh, shit.

[dragging sounds continue]

Come on, come on, come on!

Jump down!

Come on!

Hurry!

Hurry, come on, come on, come on!

Come on, get in, get in!

[laughter] [tent zipper]

What the hell is that?

- I don't know.

- That's a fucking bear.

- It's not a bear.

[distant logs dropping]

[fireworks popping]

[distant voices] - Woo-hoo! Look at them doubles!

You see them doubles! Look at that! Boy, we could have a fight with these things!

- We should get a band going.

- Oh, really. - No, seriously!

And we get a bass player, drummer.

I play guitar.

You sing lead.

Your song? Do you have the lyrics?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I got a little...

[guitar plays]

I guess I got a few, yeah.

Hold on, just be quiet for a minute!

[guitar stops]

[humming]

[guitar plays]

Yeah, you know. It's got some words to it and shit.

- Sing 'em.

[humming] [guitar plays]

[singing] - I can't tell you once again

Where you been so lately

I know what's going...

[chatter] [music on the radio]

- Flush.

[laughter]

- A flush! Okay!

[offscreen] - Hey, can we play in the next hand?

- Yeah, you wish you were here.

[laughter] - I'm sure it takes a lot of skill.

- All right, guys, I'll be right back.

- Where you going?

- You're just gonna make that statement and leave? That's...

- Don't talk to me like that.

- "I'll be right back." Mysterious. - That's great.

- There's too much testosterone at that table.

Like, not a female-friendly table. No.

- You turned in two...

- Yeah.

- So you have a flush...

[startled gasps] Whoa!

Holy shit!

[hands clapping]

Yessss!

That's great. Who is that?

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, that's creepy.

[tense music builds]

[frightened yells]

[people screaming]

[distant screaming]

[whispering] - Lindsay, do you hear that?

[people screaming]

[chair breaks]

[loud yell]

[distant yell]

- Jesus.

Lindsay. Wake up.

[distant yell]

- Them bunch of fools sound like they having some fun.

[yelling] - Ahhh! Holy shit, guys! Oh, my God!

Guys! Somebody call the cops!

[people screaming]

[guy yells]

[loud crunch]

[screaming continues]

[distant screams and hacking sounds]

[radio music stops]

[slow, dramatic music] - Lock the fucking doors! Where is everyone?

Guys! Lock the fucking door!

- Calm down.

- Okay, no! Don't calm down!

Oh my God!

Holy shit!

I don't fucking know!

[door slams]

[distant yelling]

[offscreen] - The other cabin!

Yeah, the other cabin! Some guy broke in! They're all gone!

[yelling and chaotic arguing]

- I don't fucking know! - …how does one person…

- That's not what he said! - Hey, what happened?

- Well, what did he say? - Who was in the other cabin?

- Someone… attacked… - Yes, they're all locked!

- Devon… - I think they're all locked! It's not my cabin, I have no idea if they're all locked!

- Joe... - Who was there?

- Let him talk... we're all talking at the same time! - Did you see anything…

- Did he have a gun? - Chris...?

- I didn't hear any gun... Brian, I don't know!

I just got... - He came over and he attacked the other cabin...

- Joe, this just happened? - People are dead?

- Look, if this's just one guy, here...

You can knife these guys with nothing, just...

- Shut the shade! Shut the shade! - Take a knife.

- Take a knife? - Take a knife!

[floor creaks]

[suspenseful music]

[yells]

[struggle and grunts offscreen]

[loud bangs, furniture falls over]

[grunting]

[hacking sound] [a groan]

[another hacking sound] [liquid gurgling sound]

[hacking sounds] [struggle ends]

[silence] [nervous breathing under bed]

[blade pulled from flesh] [floor creaks]

[screaming] [intense music]

- Do you wanna come with me?

- No. Babe, I'm sure it's fine.

- That was a weird yell.

- That's how people act when they're drunk.

- I just wanna make sure everyone's okay.

- I know you do.

[melancholic music]

- So, you're staying here?

- Yes, I'm staying here.

I love you. - I love you, too.

[tent zipper]

[owl hoot]

[background chatter] [suspenseful music]

- Guys, we've gotta get out of here!

- Would you fucking hold on a minute?

Pete and Lindsay are still out there, and-

- Well, we're just gonna wait here? - I can’t get out…

- Someone needs to go and get the police! - I’m blocked in by Tina…

Whose car is that behind Pete's?

- Uh...

That's, uh, that's Rob's truck.

- Chris, go over there.

- Well, where's Rob?

- Just play it from that top again...

- Okay, here we go. - One-two-three-four...

[guitar plays] [rhythmic thumping]

It's like a big drumbeat. You hear it rumbling down underneath?

[high-pitched singing] Well Satan's my friend, I met him down on the street!

- Yeah!

[background chatter]

- Fuck! I can't get reception.

- Rob could. Is his phone here?

- Hey, yeah, let’s, everybody, let’s find Rob’s stuff.

His keys, his phone, his…

…whatever, his jacket.

- Or Tina. She's not blocked in either.

-You guys, Tina was in the other cabin. Her keys are probably with her.

And Rob probably has his cell phone. -We can't wait for them to get back.

- Well, whose keys are these?

- Those are Pete's.

- He's blocked in.

- No, that side of the driveway's open.

- Oh, you think we can get out?

[door knob rattles]

[motion light buzz]

[door knocks]

[door knocks]

[buzz stops] - Guys! It's Pete.

[door knocks]

[door opens]

- Get in, get in, get in!

Jesus...

Hey, where's Lindsay? [offscreen] - Pete!

- She’s back at the tent. What?

- Pete! We need your car. Okay?

- Uh... wait. No. Brian, where…

- What's going on? - This guy came and attacked the other cabin.

He came in and he started...

Killing people.

Joe was there.

- What! When! - I don’t know. Joe was there.

Right now! Joe was there…

...and he's the only one who made it back.

- I have to get to Lindsay.

- What... what are you...? - Wait!

- Who's going with you?

- Some... I don't fucking...

- I'll go, I'll go! I’ll go with.

- Fine, I'll go to. Here, take this.

Does anybody else wanna go?

- No.

- If we're gonna do this we gotta do it right now.

[distant car engine revs up] - I think everyone else should stay here.

We'll be safe until you guys get back. -Come on!

[suspenseful music]

[engine revs]

- Come on, come on, come on, come on...

[engine revs]

[metal crunch]

Go forward. Go forward.

Brian, Jesus Christ, hurry up!

[engine revs] [metal crunch]

[metal squeals and crunches]

- They're completely fucked if whoever hears that.

- Well we need to get somebody out of here!

- I can't believe they're doing it that way.

- Look, we're gonna get back really soon.

So just have somebody here at the door when we get back. All right? - Come on! Let’s go!

- Just get Lindsay!

[loud action music] - Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Okay, okay, okay...

You're good, you're good, you're good...

- Get in, get in!

- Look out!

Oh my God!

What are we gonna do?

- It's not that big. - Brian!

Oh my God!

Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God...

[engine revs]

Brian!

Oh my God! Come on!

[loud bang]

[wheels spinning] [branches breaking]

Shit! - Dammit!

- Okay.

[engine revs]

[high-pitched whirring]

[crickets] [bird cries]

[footsteps in woods]

- Hey, babe. What was it?

[bird cries]

Pete?

[Distant voice] Lindsay! Stay where you are! We're coming!

[bird cries]

[nearby footsteps in woods]

[footsteps]

[loud zipper]

[zipper]

[twig breaks]

[zipper]

[twig breaks]

[loud zipper] [tent rustling]

[bird cries]

- Okay. Should we get out and move them?

- No. We're fucking stuck!

- Okay. Try reverse. Try reverse!

[engine revs]

- Come on!

Come on!

[engine revs] [high-pitched whirring]

Ahh! [engine revs down]

We're gonna have to push. Come on.

[suspenseful music]

[whispering] - I'll drive, you push. I'll drive, you push. Okay.

[whispering] Okay, okay, okay…

Okay, what are you doing?

- We're gonna have to go in reverse. Okay? - Okay.

- Let's go. Ready?

- Yeah.

- Go!

[engine revs]

Go!

Keep going, keep going!

- Come on, come on, come on...

- Stop!

[engine revs down] - What? What!

- You gotta go slowly!

Let the wheels catch. - Okay!

- We have to get into a rhythm. Are you ready?

- Okay. Yes!

- Go!

[engine revs] [Brian grunts]

[high-pitched whirring]

Stop! Are you fucking kidding me?

- What!

- Slow!

Don't rev it! You gotta get some traction!

- Okay! Let’s go! - Ready?

Go!

[Brian grunts]

[engine revs]

Come on!

Again!

[engine revs] [Brian grunts]

Stop!

- Okay. [engine revs down]

[small sob] Fuck.

- We have to go on foot.

Get out of the fucking car.

Katie! Get out of the fucking car! We gotta go!

[suspenseful music builds]

Come on! Get out of the fucking car! - Okay, okay, okay…

- Katie, come on! Come on! We have to go.

Come on. Come on! I'm sorry. We have to run-

[scream]

[screaming]

[hacking sound]

[loud scream]

[hacking sounds]

[mysterious music]

- Fuck.

- Pete, what...?

Look, which way is it?

- I don't even know what fucking direction I'm facing anymore.

- Well...

Well just...

We have to pick a direction.

- I think it's this way. - All right.

[bird calls]

[loud branch scrape]

[despairing music]

[twig snaps]

- God dammit!

- You all right?

- This is totally unfamiliar.

- Okay. What now?

[louder] Pete, what now!

- Shhhh! Keep your fucking voice down! I don't know.

- Hey, hey... This place is obviously wrong.

We've gotta go back the way we came.

Right?

Let's go.

[eerie music] [bird calls]

[car engine idles]

- Pete?

Oh my God...

[whisper] Oh my God...

[match strike]

- See anything?

- Couple sets of lights. Not sure if they're Adam and Rob, though.

- Well keep checking.

- They've been gone way too long. They should've found Lindsay by now.

- Think they're dead?

[eerie music] [bird calls]

- Fuck!

Fuck.

- What are we gonna do?

- Hey...

What is that?

[hopeful music]

- Oh, shit! No... no!

No. Shit!

Lindsay!

Shit.

Lindsay!

Lindsay!

She's not here.

- Look, we should head back.

- Lindsay!

- Pete, she probably ran, man.

- Let's just keep on going.

- She's gotta… she’s back at the cabin.

- Lindsay! - We should head back.

- Pete? - We can't see, man.

We gotta get back.

- You guys go back, then. I’m gonna keep going.

- What, without a light?

It's pitch black.

- Oh, shit.

The bear bag.

- What? - There's a flashlight in the bear bag!

- Okay... - Help me up!

- Oh, shit! Be careful.

- Oh, shit! Jesus … fuck…

- All right... all right...

Careful...

[wood breaks]

Be careful, man! Shit…

[zipper]

You got it?

- Yeah.

[flashlight click]

- See anything?

- No.

[footsteps in woods]

[hacking sounds] [stifled yell]

Oh, shit!

[yelling] Run!

No!

Eddie, run!

No!

[hacking sound]

No!

[hacking sounds]

[flashlight click]

[flashlight click]

[footsteps]

[knife shing]

[metallic twang]

[distant fireworks and laughter]

[muffled voices and laughter] - Son of a bitch!

- Adam and Rob?

[playful voices] - What the hell?

- Jesus Christ! - Hey!

Fucking guitar, man, watch out!

[laughter]

Fucking clown!

[loud fireworks explode] [laughter]

- Hello?! - Guys!

- Maybe I need to... - Anybody home?

[loud firework]

[laughter] Why the fuck are the outside lights off?

- I don't know. Let me light the way.

[drunken singing] - Why are the outside lights off...

[multiple fireworks explode]

[laughter] - Guys!

[distant fireworks]

[offscreen fireworks and laughter]

[intense music]

- Oh my God...

[sobbing]

[laughter]

- Shit! Look, man, I might hit another one...

- Guys! Guys! Guys! [laughter continues]

Shut up!

[silence]

- You shut up!

- No, seriously, hurry and get in here!

Now!

- Hey! Wake up, assholes!

- One! Two! [laughter]

[fireworks explode] - Now!

- One... three!

[distant fireworks explode] - Come on, Gus!

- Come on, Gus. - Come on, boy.

- Get in.

[firework explodes]

Shit! Christ! - Rob! Fuck…

- Get in, you fucking… - Get the fuck…

[laughter] - Fucking son of a bitch!

- Oh my God, are you okay?

- The hell's it so dark in here for?

You guys having a satanic ritual, or what?

Well, I wouldn't put it past this guy.

Hell, yeah.

Better watch this guy right here.

I'm sure he has plans to do something like that.

- No! Turn the-

- Why the fuck is the couch right here?

- Off.

[whispering] - What, is everybody asleep?

- Jesus Christ. Just listen to me. People are dead.

[laughs] - Yeah.

- Wake 'em up!

- Hey! Not everyone's a partier.

You know that, Adam. Around here anyway.

- Oh my God.

- Where's the beer at around here?

- I'm not... I'm not kidding.

A guy just walked over there and started killing everybody.

[laughs] Kill what?

- Killing the people in the cabin. They're dead.

[crunches on food]

Six people are dead.

Did you hear?

- Yeah?

- No, did…

- Who cooked this fucking chicken?

- People are dead in the other cabin!

[Adam] - Okay, what are you talking about?

- How do you know this?

- If you don't believe me, go take a look.

[Adam] - You're full of shit, dude.

- No shit?

- Yeah, no shit.

- Like, when did this happen?

- It just happened over there like an hour ago.

A guy came into the other cabin and started killing people-

- A... a guy?

- Dude, what?

- Where the fuck is he?

Who came and killed… - We don’t know where he is!

[plate drops onto counter] - And can I ask why everybody’s, uh…

...is hunkered down here like a bunch of pansies or something?

Why don't we go kill this son of a bitch or something, we’re talking about this. - No. No one’s going anywhere because Katie…

We’re not gonna go anywhere.

Katie and Brian went to go get help.

We're gonna wait here until it arrives.

- Really… you know what?

If he comes at me, I know what I'm gonna do real fast.

Knock his head off.

- Rob. No. Don’t be a hero.

- There's five of us against one of him.

- That's exactly right.

And I saw this motherfucker shoot a bow-and-arrow earlier.

- No, you guys are drunk!

- Joe, you could stick a couple through his heart, right?

- You're out of your minds.

Just go have a beer.

Go have another beer. Go have your seventeenth beer for the day.

[eerie music]

[grunting]

[motion light buzz]

[intense music]

[door knob rattle]

[loud bang]

[flashlight click] [heavy breathing]

[mysterious music]

[axe chopping door - continues throughout scene]

[distant chopping]

[loud chopping]

[tool is set down] [footsteps up stairs]

[heavy metal object dragged]

[heavier chopping]

[distant, heavier chopping]

[intense music builds]

[light switch]

[wood breaks]

- Okay! Okay okay okay okay…

No no no no no no...!

[frantic door knocks] [outside screaming]

- You guys!

It's Lindsay!

- Let me in!

Jesus Christ! What the hell is it?

- What happened? What did you see?

- They're dead over there!

[sobbing]

I was all by myself!

Oh my God, I thought everybody was gone!

- Calm down. Shhh!

Just tell us exactly what you saw.

- Where's Pete?

- He went looking for you, with Devon and Eddie.

- When?

- Half an hour, maybe.

- Lindsay, listen...

...we sent Brian and Katie in Pete's car to go get help.

When they get back here with the police, we’ll go find those guys.

- Pete's car?

- Yeah. We watched them drive down safely down the...

- Pete's car is stuck in the driveway!

- Are you… - It's on these trees! It’s blocking the whole driveway!

- What? - Are you sure?

- Did you see Brian and Katie?

[sobbing]

- Well... they might be fine.

They all might still be fine. We don't know anything.

- Except that nobody got to the police.

- Uh...

Well maybe we can take Rob's truck. Do you have your keys?

- They're in the ignition.

- You won't make it.

It's completely blocked.

The trees and the car - you’d have to move them both.

- Fuck.

- Chris.

- Fuck, fuck… Fuck!

- Chris, it's okay. Don’t worry about it.

[whimpering] - Don't worry about it?

- We're gonna get out of here.

- Don't worry about it. Yeah. Because these guys are gonna help us get out?

- No. We're gonna be fine.

- We're not gonna be fine.

- Chris!

[sob] - Fuck.

- We're gonna be fine.

- You just keep repeating that. We're gonna be fine.

- You guys, they probably got out the car and walked by foot.

They could be to a phone by now.

[sob-laugh] - Yeah, right.

- Rob, where's your phone?

[hopeful music]

- Chris, Rob's got a phone.

- He's got a phone?

- Rob's got a phone.

- Does it work? - We’re gonna call somebody.

- Getting anything? Rob? - You guys, call 911.

- Nothing.

[mocking] - Call 911... - Rob, are you getting anything?

- Nothing.

No service, man. Nothing.

- Just keep trying.

- Means no!

Shit.

- Well fuck, keep trying!

- Look, I'll have to go across the road to get a signal.

- No.

- I need a bodyguard, man.

- Rob, no...

- Come on, Joe. You're with me.

- Rob, stop!

Listen to me. You can't go.

- Can't go?

What are you talking about? Sit around here and get killed?

- Rob, Joe… stay… Listen to me... stay here.

- Look, you guys can sit here and die.

Break something...

Run around with your hats on. I don't give a shit.

Joe! - Joe, stay here!

- You ready? - Yeah.

- Are you ready?!

[furtive music]

[door opens]

- Rob... Rob!

[whisper] - What?

[whisper] - The motion light. Over the edge.

[whisper] Let's get out of the open. Go through these woods.

[whisper] - No no no no way, man. No way.

Straight ahead.

Now, Joe!

[propulsive music builds]

Now, now, Joe...

[owl call]

Clearing.

[suspenseful music]

Right here.

- Turn your flashlight off.

- Shit. - Back.

[muffled cell phone voice] - 911. What is your emergency?

- Hello?

Wisconsin.

Sand Lake, Wisconsin.

Uh, shit! The city, uh…

I don't... the city… fuck…

I don't know the city.

It's a major fucking emergency, man!

I said it's a major fucking emergency! God dammit, I don't know!

Fuck... Thompson Road.

Shit.

Thompson Road! It's...

You son of a bitch.

- No good? - Lost it, man. Fucking lost it.

[distant footsteps] Fuck, dude. I'm sorry I got us into this shit.

- Get down!

[tense music]

[whisper] Stop!

[whisper] - Take him.

Take him, Joe.

[cell phone rings]

Shit!

[intense music]

[arrow whoosh and impact]

Shit!

Give me one of those throwers. Now!

- How long have they been gone?

- I don't know.

- Twenty-three minutes.

- What, are they going slow?

- Rob doesn't know slow.

- Yeah, but Joe's with him.

Maybe they're just being cautious.

[dramatic music] - Oh you son of a bitch! Keep on running!

- Rob! Wait! Maybe we should stop!

Rob, he's probably dead.

Could he still be running?

- Fuck.

- What is it?

- Man's not made of straw.

He’s got a brain in his head.

[suspenseful music]

[animal shriek]

[thunder]

There are a lot of times deer-hunting...

You can stick a deer good. I mean real good.

Good blood trail. Then all of a sudden - BAM!

Nothing.

They make it to water. They can survive.

At least improves their chances.

- Got a signal?

[eerie music]

- Let's keep moving.

Let's keep moving!

Joseph.

- I see it.

[wooden door creaks]

[whisper] Rob...

Rob!

Rob?

- Yeah.

Hey.

Might have found something here.

[muffled voices in garage]

[muffled] - There a phone in here?

- Hell if I know.

They don't make 'em like this anymore.

Taking this.

- Oh, shit! Rob!

- What? - Look at that. Up there.

- Maybe they got a line in there.

[crackling fire]

[muffled voices] - Hello?

[knocking on window pane]

Hello?

There's a fire. Do you see anybody?

- Hold up.

- Hello?

- Check it out.

[door creak]

- Hello?

- Hey! Take it easy. Take it easy.

- Hello? Anyone here?

Hello?

- Hey, right there. Joe, Joe… right there.

There's a phone. - Oh, yeah.

[dialing phone]

[muffled voice on phone] - 911. What is your emergency?

- I'm calling to report an emergency on Sand Lake.

[suspenseful music] No, I don't know where I’m calling from. Please listen to me.

People have been killed.

At a cabin owned by Miles Crowe.

It's on Thompson Road.

No - I don't know who it is.

We injured him but we can't find him.

[door creak]

Yes. There are people still there.

Yes, they are safe. They are inside the cabin.

- What if they come back? What if they're not dead?

- Are you kidding me?

If they're still alive, they're doing the exact same thing that we're doing.

How long is it gonna take to get that boat started?

- Take me five seconds but we gotta get it untied.

- The key’s down there?

- Yeah, we left it down there.

- Let's go.

Come on.

- Okay, we're doing this fast.

- Okay.

[eerie music]

[grunting]

[boat motor starts]

[commercial plays on boat's radio]

- Thank you. Okay.

[phone beep]

Rob?

Rob?

[music builds]

Rob?

- So they're on their way? - Yeah.

[footsteps outside]

[door opens]

[light switch]

[footsteps inside] [wet breathing]

[suspenseful music]

[faucet runs]

[thud]

Rob!

[eerie guitar theme]

- Did you guys drink all this beer?

[flag flapping]

[flashlight click]

[firework explosion]

[grunt] - Fuck!

- Cut! You all right?

- Yeah.

- You roll your ankle?

- My forearm slammed into the cement here.

I can't... see real well.

[grunt]

- You okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine. Start over.

- No no no! Stop!

[loud hit] [grunt]

- Shit!

[guitar plays]

[laughter]

[firework explodes]

- Yoo-hoo! It's burning my pants!

How you like me now?

- Get some drums.

[firework explodes]

- Yup

Better up.

If I can keep it up.

[sings an intense guitar solo]

- You know what would be better there, though, like…

A bass solo. Rather than guitar.

- All right. Leave that out. Go! Roll! One!

[loud firework boom]

Drink a beer!

- Yep.

That was good.

[laughter] [flashlight click]