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Can I get another round? Uh, tequila, please.

Ugh, just three more weeks and I get to peace out of this God-forsaken island.

I'll be a Hoya and I won't ever have to deal

with anyone thinking my father's factory is gonna blow up

- and poison everyone to the point of madness.

- Although that would be kind of cool, right?

- Provided we were at a somewhat safe distance. - No.

Well, fuck anybody who thinks that anyway.

Uh, it's easy for you to say.

Everyone hasn't been calling you Poison Paige your whole life.

Ah, so your family wealth comes from some old, secluded, mysterious factory

- that looks like a 1900 prison.

- Yeah, pretty much. - And your father's probably manufacturing

zombie rage gas or chemical weapons for the government.

Or worse. Father never talks about it.

- Girl, I'm sure it's fine. - Yeah.

Fine. People think that it leaks

and makes you crazy with fits of rage.

Hmm. You do have a bit of a temper.

- Bite me.

Seriously, though, I just cannot wait to graduate

so people can stop accusing me of having Paige Rage.

- lt is clever, though. - Shut up.

Oh, my God. You guys smell that?

- God, it's the... - Go! Go!

Oh, what-- my God.

- Come on! Everyone out!

- Okay, let's go. - Let's go. Let's go.

- Yeah.

- My God.

Did this place catch on fire?

I don't smell smoke.

- Looks like the old Paige Plant finally blew up. - No way.

Holy fuck! This isn't happening.

- Well, it is happening.

- We're all gonna go crazy with rage. - God, shut up!

Oh, no, Poison Paige strikes again.

- You guys are fucking jerks. - Come on. It's a classic fog in the bar

to make someone think their family factory went all Chernoball.

- Chernobyl. I forget how to say it.

Yeah, it's a tale as old as time.

What, like Beauty and the Beast?

Uh, yeah, actually, it's, uh, it's just like that.

Except Poison Paige is the beauty and the beast.

- Whatever. - Oh, really, Jimmy? Is that it?

- Shit!

- Yeah? - Dude--

- Fuck. - I'm sorry.

Oh!

Jesus Christ.

You two feeling funny now?

- Not in a good way.

- Let's go.

Yeah. I'll go get my keys.

- Jimmy and Robbie should pay for everyone's tabs.

No skimping on the tabs, boys.

Ah, the sun's coming out.

You want to drive?

Fuck, yeah.

Yes, a weekend of relaxing and drinking

with your wonderful friends and wonderful boyfriend is just what you need.

Yes, but does it have to be in West Craven?

- Yes. - It's also where my factory is, Reegan.

And where my uncle's vacation home is.

My uncle, who never remembers how much booze he bought

- the last time he was there. - Mm.

Which is, like, never.

Alright, fine. We'll go.

But we have to take the long way in.

I don't even want to drive by that place.

- Uh, yeah. - Yeah, yeah.

I just hate even looking at it.

It's so ugly.

Ugh, then don't look at it.

Besides, look at this fucking Lambo.

It's not that bad being Poison Paige.

Don't make me kill you.

Yeah, yeah. Pretty car, pretty boyfriend.

Life is so tough.

JK is a whole other thing.

You guys gonna do it or what?

Do it? Yeah, okay.

Well, yeah, he's a really nice guy. You guys should just do it.

Yeah, I know. And thanks for the Nike ad, by the way.

Well, besides, do you really wanna wear white to college?

See, that's the thing.

Next fall, I'll be at Georgetown

- and he's going to be at Duke. - Duke?

Oh, my God, I think they date rape

the freshman girls with rape whistles.

That's disgusting.

Yeah, so is date rape.

And rape-rape, fucking Blue Devils.

Well, putting that aside,

I just...

I don't know if I want to lose my virginity

only to break up next Christmas

after realizing this long-distance thing

was a huge mistake.

Oh, my God, you guys have been dating for, like, nine months.

Most girls would be nursing a baby by now with a guy like JK.

Well, um, okay.

We actually tried a couple of weeks ago.

- What? Really? - Yeah,

but, uh, it didn't really work out.

He, uh-- We were drinking,

and I guess when a guy drinks too much,

- it doesn't work. - Oh.

- Oh. - Yeah.

Um, it was for the best, though.

Whose best?

I don't know. Ours.

Well, what did you guys do?

- Do? - Yeah, like...

- Did you blow him?

Nope, not that.

Well, you should've just blown him.

Somehow that always works out.

Um, I tried to give him a hand job.

- Yeah? Did that...? - Um, no.

It turns out he is a lot better at it than I am, so.

- Yikes. Well, practice. - Yeah.

- Mm. - I think by next fall,

whether you're still wearing white or not,

you guys should be able to work something out

before you start dating college guys.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah. Just go get your shit.

Okay, okay. Oh, maybe keep JK away from the booze.

Just saying.

Hurry.

Back in two shakes. Mm.

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello, creepy killers

or Duke students with rape whistles.

Anybody out there?

And now we're sitting ducks.

Hold on.

Reegan, don't leave me here.

Come on, Reegan, not funny.

God. Seriously, Reegan, not funny.

Reegan, seriously, not funny.

Hello.

God, where is everybody?

Reegan, come on.

Reegan.

- Ah!

Oh, God, fuck my life.

- Mm.

I had to find the keys. My uncle keeps them in a stupid fake rock.

Hmm, and what's your excuse, mister?

I don't know. Would you believe rain delay?

- Maybe.

- Rain delay it is then.

I'll grab my stuff, babe.

Come on, Reegan, let us in this bitch.

- All aboard. - Good old lucky number seven.

Yes, yes, we know, it's the only house on the street.

Must someone mention it every time we're here?

Probably. Where are the lights?

- Ha-ha. Come on. - Okay.

- Two. Yeah. - Two?

Ooof! How's that hand, slugger?

How is the foot is more like it.

Yeah, I heard Jimmy will be pissing blood for a week.

- Oh, Christ. - I also hear that's not because of the kick either.

How do you guys all know?

Well, don't look at me. I've been with you this whole time.

Everybody knows. It's a small island.

I also heard that, uh, Booker made Jimmy and Robbie

pay for everybody's tabs after you two left.

Yes, that was all me.

Oh, my God. That's so funny.

No. No, guys, it's not.

My dad is gonna be super pissed

and little Jimmy and Robbie are just gonna plan

more ways to torment me for revenge.

- Baby, they're harmless. - Yeah, fuck those bastards.

Jimmy will wind up working for his dad at the lumber yard

after he flunks out of Boston College and Robbie will...

Well, actually, Robbie will probably wind up

a lawyer or something respectable,

but neither will bother you

after graduation.

I need a drink.

Ah, rocks for your soul.

And rocks for your hand.

Ah, thank you. I love you.

Um, and what about me?

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want some 21-year-old single malt?

- No. - No?

Then there's beer in the fridge there, tiger.

This place is lousy service.

- I'm not a barmaid. - Sorry.

- Now, also, the cell reception out here sucks.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Cheers to-- - To me, right?

I mean, you two lovely ladies had the audacity to start drinking without us.

Well, you were late.

Mm. Better late than pregnant, I always say.

Well, it wasn't for a lack of speed, I assure you that.

Eh, never itis.

Oh, nice.

Just take your dad's Cobra out here?

You know it, rides like a dream.

- Just like Chelsea. - Nice.

You wish you knew how I drive.

Oh, I know how you drive. It's terrifying.

- I said you ride like a dream. - Yeah, in your dreams, babe.

- I'm just saying. - Yeah, maybe someday.

- Should I hold my breath? - Not if you want to survive the night.

Hey, there's a lot of booze here.

Uh, it doesn't always help.

Hey, where's Cassie?

I really...

...really like you.

I really like you, too.

- A lot.

Oh, my God.

So much.

- Oh, my God. - I like you so much.

- No, I decided I love you actually.

I love you, too.

How much?

So much.

Only so much?

So, so much.

Better.

- Oh, my God, what is that?

That, my dear, is my so much love.

Ew. No, not that. That.

- Where is that noise coming from? - What the fuck is that?

Hurry up, get dressed. Let's go downstairs.

- Reegan, what is that? - I've never heard anything like it here before.

- Check Twitter. - Is that really what we've come to?

- Yes. - Like, Siri, what the fuck is that noise?

Yes, like that. Do something.

Hey, thanks for joining the party, guys.

- What's up, doc? - Doc?

Yeah, doc.

They fuck like rabbits.

Guys, come on.

It's a rabbit thing.

Guys.

Look outside.

Holy shit. What? What is that?

- I have no idea. - l mean the gun. Why do you have a gun?

- Fuck, put that away. - l was a boy scout.

Oh, so the Boy Scouts of America prepare to carry guns now?

- Yes, as a matter of fact. - I thought you guys just sold cookies.

We don't sell cookies, Reegan.

Maybe you should.

Okay, where's that fog coming from?

I've never seen anything like that.

Alright, enough. Enough, guys. Let's just go inside. Okay?

Okay, that's better.

Oh, God.

It's still coming this way.

Not to be the sensational asshole of the group, but my phone has no bars.

- No, the service isn't great. But if you just-- - I want to leave.

She's right. We don't need to sit here like it's Scooby-Doo

and solve some mysteries. Sirens don't sound for a good thing, right?

- Nope. - No, he's right. We should just drive away.

- Really, really fast. - Damn right.

No, it's not safe outside.

Not safe? We don't even know what that shit is.

Wait, do we?

My factory is beyond those trees.

Look, it's your father's factory, isn't it?

Yes, okay, my father's factory,

which, at present, has a mysterious orange fog

seeping from its general direction,

and it's heading directly towards ours.

Holy fuck my life with a bloody stick.

- Ugh, graphic. - Yeah, very specific.

Okay, look, what are we dealing with?

I don't know. Nothing good.

Yeah, Georgia, you need to come clean.

What is your family cooking over there?

Zombie gas? Rage gas?

Nuke sauce? What is it?

Oh, my God, this isn't happening.

- We're all gonna die. - I don't know.

Come on, Georgia. You have to just tell us.

Your top secret rage cloud is headed this way.

It's not a rage cloud.

Okay, honestly, I don't know what he makes.

I just know it's not anything good.

And I, I don't want to find out. [, I'm with Cassie and Blake.

We have two fast cars and a tank.

- I say we go. - Yeah, now.

You know, I hope you enjoy your Lambo, Georgia, ‘cause now we're all dead.

I don't think that's a one-to-one ratio, Tanner, come on.

Yeah, well, you'll have to check my math then, Reegan.

This isn't funny, Tanner.

- Funerals never are. - Okay.

Okay, hey, look, let's just drive away, okay? Come on, babe.

Babe, I really don't want to go.

Okay, well, you say we shouldn't leave to get away from it,

but you can't tell us what it is?

I can't tell you what it is

because I don't know. If I knew, I would tell you.

Bullshit, Georgia. I don't believe daddy never told you

what's in the family's secret sauce.

- Yeah, exactly. - Hey, Chelsea,

wha-- what kind of insurance

does your dad sell, huh?

I don't know, like, house insurance and stuff.

Does he offer flood insurance?

Does it cover acts of God. What?

- Point taken. - Yeah.

What about clouds of toxic gas?

Does it cover that? Because if it does,

we should go ahead and give him a call about now.

Oh, that's right. Our cell phones don't have service.

We have to just take our chances and leave

before the cloud reaches us and makes us all crazy.

Whatever it is, I know we don't want to breathe it in.

And it's getting closer.

- How much time we got?

It's coming, okay? I-- Slowly, but it's coming.

Let's hit it. We can come back for the stuff later.

Wait, wait. Can't we just hold up here?

Come on, guys. We don't know how far it's spread.

Look, we know it's spreading here, okay?

Can't we seal this place up? We could seal this place up, right?

Oh, oh! There is a bunch of, um, I don't know, like, construction shit

from when my cousins were trying to finish the basement, we could...

No, we could never make this place airtight.

Even if we could make it airtight,

we'd be trapped in a house,

losing oxygen, obviously.

It could pass.

Will it, Georgia? Will it pass?

How would we even know if it's safe?

We wouldn't.

Our cell phones don't have service.

The cloud of toxic gas is bad.

We should leave now.

Yeah. Look, we need to go.

We don't even know where to go.

- That didn't stop the pilgrims. - What?

Just saying, not knowing which way to go isn't a reason not to go.

- I'll second that. - Hmm. Lost at sea ain't no picnic either.

God, it always comes down to picnics with you.

Guys, let's go.

So much for lucky number seven.

Yep. Lucky number seven.

Come on, Chels. We may actually make it.

JK, hit the keys. Let's go!

Let's go, okay? Let's go.

- Reegan, you coming? l, 1 just need to lock up.

- Hey, Tanner, which way are you guys going? - We should take to the routes,

maximize our chances.

JK, we should go through the woods.

We can go off-roading with this thing if we need to.

Hey, Reegan, hurry up!

I am hurrying.

We're gonna try and make it back to town.

Yeah, we're not stopping, though.

God speed.

- Reegan, let's go.

- Coming, Jesus! - Okay, Reegan, we'll head down along the ocean.

What? No, no, no. You should come with us, babe.

I want to, but there are three ways around the marsh.

- We have to try them all. - We gotta move.

Okay, just don't drive through the fog unless you have to. Okay?

These cars aren't airtight. Well, maybe the Lambo is, I don't know.

Maybe.

- Okay, just call me as soon as you can, okay? - I will.

Okay.

Alright, Ramblers.

- Let's get rambling.

Babe, I'm scared.

Don't worry, babe, if this were a horror movie,

- none of the cars would start.

Thanks, I feel much better.

- You okay? - I don't think so. We're trapped.

Okay, well, let's go back inside and get really, really trapped, shall we?

- Yep. - Okay.

JK, will you please check

all the doors and windows down here?

And then we tape the edges.

Has anybody heard from Tanner and Chelsea?

- Nope. - That doesn't mean that they didn't make it.

We just don't have service here.

Yeah, they're fine, or else they'll be back here already.

That fog is coming Fast & Furious.

Okay, but right now we just need to seal this place up tight.

Hello, we still need oxygen, remember?

I do remember, Cassie. I read it somewhere.

Where I read it...

- ...that I don't recall. - Just saying.

I know, but this is a big house though.

- We should be fine for a while. - For a while?

- Awesome. - Cassie, will you just go upstairs

and double-check that all the windows are shut?

Oh, and then, Blake, will you come downstairs with me?

Sure thing. More booze down there

or just spiders and monsters?

Definitely monsters.

- Mm, it's better than spiders. - Well, I don't know,

let's just gather all the tape and shit we can find

and really secure this place.

What about me?

Scotch. Pour the Scotch.

Glad I could help.

This better work.

That shit is never gonna work.

All the AC and everything is turned off, yeah?

We should get the vents.

I always thought I'd die hot and sweaty.

- I just figured it because I was having sex. - Clearly not.

Cute.

Oh, babe, babe.

I didn't mean anything by that.

I'm gonna go check the other vents.

JK, will you help me reach?

Yeah, ready?

- Yeah.

- Yo, Blake, check that AC in there.

Can't have any circulation.

It's really too bad that we can't use the fan in there.

- God, come on, Blake. - Sorry, nature call.

- Yeah, you should have let it ring. - Can't.

When lunch called for heavy doses of sriracha,

I've picked up, twice.

Guess we are not safe out there

and now we're not safe in here.

Just go get your girlfriend and make sure

the windows upstairs are sealed.

Here, take this.

- Good work. - Yeah.

Babe?

- Shit.

Ouch.

- Jesus.

Babe, you scared me.

What were you doing?

Closing up the doors and windows.

Hmm?

Shall we join the party?

Come on.

Did you guys stop again for carrots?

No, no carrots. Just tight windows.

I think we're good, considering...

No, we're not. Look.

We're fucked,

aren't we?

Oh, my God, we're gonna die in this fucking house!

No way, if this place is sealed up tight.

Even if we were sealed in, which we're probably not,

- we're gonna fucking run out of air. - Enough with the oxygen, Cassie.

I'm sorry, okay? But I'm just about at the end of my rope.

Then find more rope.

What else can we do?

- What do you mean? - Just because we're trapped

and it's hopeless doesn't mean we should stop trying things.

No, that is what it means. Besides, we've done everything we can do.

There's no phones, there's no way out

and there's no help coming our way.

- What does it do? - What?

The gas. The poisoned fog. What does it do?

Hey, she doesn't know.

Maybe it doesn't kill you.

Maybe it just makes you crazy.

That's what people say, right?

Baseless rumors.

Maybe fits of rage

that pass after a while.

But there's a reason they built that factory on the cape, in the middle of nowhere.

- I really don't know. I don't.

Okay, just think about it.

Your family has all the wealth, right?

- Yet they don't sell anything. - What?

Well, the Paige Plant has never made anything

that we can see or, or, or buy.

So?

So who buys it?

- I don't know. - Okay, then it's got to be chemical weapons

- or something awful. - It's got to be the US.

I mean, they would know about it, if not, right?

This factory's been here forever.

Yeah, but the siren stopped, so--

Or the poison gas ate through the siren.

Or killed the people ringing them.

It's not eating through the walls

or killing us.

Yet.

So what?

We should just embrace the horror

and cry and make peace with God?

Is that it?

Maybe.

- Christ. - Hey, guys, come on, let us in.

Reegan, open the door. Come on.

I forget. Do bullets kill rage zombies?

- Put that down. - Let them in.

Wait. What if they're...?

What if they're what?

God, don't touch me, Blake.

- We're letting them in. - Okay? Look, we just finished sealing the place.

- Hey, guys, come on. Let us in. - Do not let them in.

- You guys are acting crazy.

We're acting crazy?

Yeah, you're waving a gun.

We don't know what that stuff does, Georgia.

- Yeah, they're definitely infected. - Infected?

Or contaminated.

So what? We just leave our friends out there

to die?

- Yes. - No.

We don't know if they're gonna die.

Great. Then we should let them in.

Georgia, I think we need to think about what's best for the group.

If we let part of the group die,

then we're not that much of a group.

Hold on, okay?

Tanner. Tanner, go to the side door.

Side door? Side door.

It's locked. It won't open. Just let us in.

Oh, fuck! I can't believe

- this is happening. - Reegan, it's locked.

Hold on! Just hold on!

- Reegan, come on. - Reegan!

- Hold on. - Whoal!

- What the fuck are you doing? - That's not a great idea.

- You're right, it's not a great idea. - So, don't fucking do it.

Oh, honey, if people only did great ideas,

your parents would have used a condom, my uncle

wouldn't have bought this fucking house

and none of us would be here right now.

- Oh, come on.

And fuck!

- Shit!

Blake, we have to get out of here.

Fuck!

Baby, I don't want to die.

Not now. Not like this.

We're fucked!

The good news is that we didn't really need the power on for anything.

- What? And that's good news? - Is there bad news?

Tanner, make them let us in.

More bad news?

Well, it's not the breakers, so, yeah. Great news all around.

- Yeah, great news. Open the fucking door!

- Come on!

Don't do that, Reegan.

And why should I listen to you?

Because I'm a smart fucking guy.

Be that as it may.

Okay, okay, just, just hold on. Rel-- Relax.

- You're gonna kill all of us. - God.

Goddamn it!

Are you serious?

You're fine with this?

You guys are fine with this?

- Reegan, open the door. - Shit.

This is bullshit.

We have to let them in.

Shut up. No, we don't.

I do not like this one bit.

Ugh. Jus-- Just-- You guys just wait

until I'm on the other side, okay?

- Okay, yeah, fine. - Ugh.

- Let's go. Shut the door. - Jesus Christ.

- What the fuck are you doing? - Whoa,

- just take it easy, Blake. - Easy?

She just let them in with God knows what.

With what? We don't know.

You do know, and now Reegan has killed us all.

I didn't kill anybody. If anything, her father killed us all.

- Hey! - Sorry.

Reegan. What the fuck? Let us in now!

Do not open that door! I'm serious.

Let them in now!

Open the door, Reegan!

- Stop! - Whoal!

Why do you have a gun in my house?

- I thought it was your uncle's house. - What the fuck ever?

Okay, Blake, just put the gun down, okay?

Oh, you're all losing it.

We're losing it?

Quick recap. You're waving a gun

- in this house. - Yeah.

You can't shoot fog.

Point it somewhere else.

Not if she's gonna open the door.

Blake.

Open the door.

Hey! Okay, Tanner, Blake, everyone, here's the deal.

We, we, we don't know what's out there.

And we can all agree that if whatever it is

can get you or get on you or contaminate you or anything...

...it's already done it to at least Tanner and Chelsea.

But, but if, and this is a big if, if we're safe in here,

then, then they're safe out there.

Reegan.

So now, we're all equally sealed inside.

The best we can be equally safe or unsafe.

Reegan, unlock this door.

Tanner, if you were somehow worse off having been in the fog

and we can somehow not be as worse as you

because you're out there and we're in here,

then it's only fair that you stay put.

Jesus, we're fine! Fuck!

Hey, hey! Calm down.

They're gonna think the fog made you crazy.

Maybe it did.

We're gonna make it, okay?

We don't even know what this is.

I'm gonna walk away from the door now.

Georgia, you're not gonna try and open it.

And, Blake, you're gonna do me a favor

and put the fucking gun away

before you shoot your eye out.

God, we shouldn't just leave them out there.

No, they're fine.

They're no more fucked than us now.

- Which is severely. - They were in the fog.

- The fog never touched us. - Wait, babe.

- The fog never touched you guys, right? - No, no.

Georgia here is a real peach. She drives like a dream.

I wouldn't fucking know.

Ugh, this is a nightmare.

Well, uh, since we're all definitely going to die tonight,

I am definitely going to get drunk before we do.

Maybe you put the safety on that first, en?

At least you got laid on your last night on Earth.

Hey!

What? Okay, I'm sorry. Yeah, it's kind of true.

- Wow. - But, hey, it's not too late.

Easy, sailor. I didn't realize you were going off to war.

Let me just lift up my skirt.

You know what? That would not be the worst thing.

Oh, God, you are an unbelievable asshole.

I actually believe the asshole that he is.

We are trapped here by God knows what,

and you want to use that as an excuse to get laid.

- Is that it? - You know what? You know, you know what? That's it.

- That's exactly it. - The man has a point.

Fuck off, Blake.

JK, I cannot believe we're having this conversation

right now, and here.

- We're amongst friends. - Are we?

Yeah. What? Do you want to take this conversation upstairs?

- Yeah, one of the bedrooms, perhaps. - Fuck off, Blake.

And no, I don't want to take this conversation upstairs.

Just fuck your boyfriend, Georgia!

God, Cassie, stay out of this.

- Okay. - No.

She's right, Georgia. You should just fuck your boyfriend,

even if he is being a dick about it.

- Just stop. - No, I, I'm, I'm not gonna stop.

You want everything to be perfect.

You expect it to be because that's what you think

life has to be.

God, and you, you have this perfect life.

You, you have your perfect family,

and you always look perfect.

And you dress perfect

and you have your perfect car,

and you're going to perfect school,

and you have the perfect boyfriend.

Perfect, perfect, perfect. Everything has to be perfect.

And, and now Georgia wants the perfect fuck, too,

before she'll even consider giving up her virginity.

God. And you know what?

It's not all gonna be perfect, is it?

Even knowing that we may all die tonight, which totally sucks by the way,

it somehow made worse by the fact that we may all die

from being exposed to the source of all your perfectness.

Even knowing you would never dream

of giving up your precious virginity

for no other reason than the fact that it won't be perfect.

Well, uh, I'll save you the suspense.

It's not going to be perfect. It never is, and it doesn't need to be.

- I'm not like you, Reegan. - Like me?

You, you, you're not like me?

You're right. I, am not perfect.

And, and given the circumstances, perfect or not,

I, yeah, I, I would fuck my boyfriend.

We might all die tonight.

God. And you know what? I wish I...

Never mind.

You are such a slut.

You don't understand at all.

Just because I wouldn't date a guy for almost a year

and still not know whether or not I want to fuck him

doesn't make me a slut.

God.

You're supposed to be my friend.

You, you know what? An another thing,

wanting to be held and, and kissed

and, and share some kind of human connection

when you're scared and, and lonely,

and might die some horrible, gruesome death

also doesn't make me a slut, Your Highness.

God. And you know what? I, I'm not going to apologize

for wishing I had someone here who wanted me.

And nor will I apologize that it's annoying that you do and you don't even want it.

God, just fuck your boyfriend, Georgia.

It's not gonna be perfect, but it'll be normal.

I would.

If you want to fuck JK so bad, then maybe you should.

We're all gonna die in here anyway, right?

At least some of us can die happy.

- That's not what I meant. - Isn't it?

Okay, you know what, Reegan? We don't even need--

Don't you dare even say it.

Fucking say what?

Say that we've been dating for nine months, 14 days

and what, what, two hours and you still don't want to sleep with me?

- Stop. - Look, and even if we, if we don't die tonight,

then we'll just spend next Christmas breaking up

because we spent a semester realizing

that the long distance doesn't even fucking work.

That's exactly what she said earlier.

God, Reegan, you bitch.

I fucking knew it.

Come on, JK.

We're gonna die anyway.

God, I'm never gonna speak

to either one of you ever again.

I swear to fucking Christ never again!

Well, that won't be for very long.

Thanks to you and your father.

Now, will it?

Poor Georgia.

So they just broke up, right?

Reegan, I, I just can't.

This is all fucked.

I can't think of anything worse.

Her best friend is going to sleep with her boyfriend.

We all may die tonight.

- That's what I can think of that's worse. - We're fine.

- We were out there and nothing happened. - Yet.

Nothing happened to us yet. I...

I really don't feel good.

Don't say that.

Ugh. This has--

This has never happened to me before.

- Um, just, just give me a minute, okay? - Okay.

- It was just stress. - Mm.

I have an idea.

Mm?

Come, get in the tub.

Come on.

Listen, Georgia, just stop doing the dishes.

I'm really worried about Georgia.

Wow.

They've gotta listen before this gets out of hand.

Blake, open the door.

Damn it, Tanner! Just fucking chill.

Can't you see that Georgia's already coming unglued here?

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, Tanner. We're gonna be alright.

- Well, is that what you think, Chels? - Yes.

Why don't you take a look around you,

at the situation we're in right now?

Alright? And your women's intuition tells you

that everything is about to be alright?

Georgia.

I'm so sorry.

I'm the worst person ever.

I, I don't know what to say.

I know you're gonna hate me forever. And, and you should.

I'm just, I'm, I'm freaking out, and I know that's not an excuse.

I just, I don't, I don't know what came over me.

Maybe it was this fog,

I... I don't know.

I'm just so scared.

Georgia, will you just say something?

Oh, my God, your hand, you're hurt.

- Let me see. - Don't you fucking touch me.

I'm so sorry, Georgia.

You can call me whatever you want.

I, I, I deserve it.

It's all true.

It's true?

All true?

You just fucked my boyfriend right above my fucking head.

- No, I didn't. - No?

No? Look at me.

You didn't just fuck my boyfriend?

Mm?

It didn't work out.

We tried, but...

But what? What, Reegan?

I'm the world's worst person, I know that.

What did you do...

...when it didn't work out with my boyfriend?

- Hmm? What? Did you jerk him off? - No, I didn't.

- No? - No.

- No? - I'm sorry. No.

What, Reegan?

Will you please just, just stop?

- You fucking blew my boyfriend, right?

Just say it.

Did that work out?

That always works out, right?

Right?

Yes, okay?

I hate myself.

- Blake!

Georgia, stop!

No.

Oh, my God!

Reeg-- Reegan!

Georgia! Georgia, stop it.

- Blake, do something. - Open the door!

Georgia, stop!

Georgia!

- No! - Georgia!

- Get her. - Georgia!

Don't touch me.

- Come here. Come on. - Stop. Stop.

- Hey, get that fucking handcuffs. - Blake!

Blake! Stop!

- I'm coming. - Blake! Get it here!

I'm coming, I'm coming. I got it.

- Stop! - Cass.

- Stop! Stop! - Cass, come.

Get her up! Get her up!

- Get her up! Get her up! - No!

Get her up! Get her up.

I can't find it, Blake. - Stop.

Babe, fucking handcuffs! We need 'em.

- Shit. - Hurry up, Blake.

- You got ‘em? - Here, take 'em.

I got her. I got her. Now keep her tight.

Keep her fucking tight.

No, I got her.

Watch it, guys. Please...

- Stop!

- I got her. I got it. - Watch her head. Watch her head.

- Okay, go! - Stop!

The pole!

- No!

- I got it. I got it. - You got it. You got it. You got it.

Stop! Let go!

Tape her fucking mouth. Tape her fucking mouth.

- Fucking Georgia.

Shit. This is so fucked. This is so fucked.

- Shit.

What the fuck did she do? What the fuck was she thinking?

Shit.

It's real. It's real.

Fuck. This fog's gonna make us all crazy.

Or it already is. We're gonna tear each other apart.

Not, not, not us.

No, no, no. It didn't get us, okay?

Just, just Georgia and, and Reegan were...

They were affected. The fog must have got 'em. No.

Or it's already in here.

No. No, no, we're fine.

We're fine. We're fine.

You think this is fine?

- I don't feel well. - Listen to me. Hey, listen.

The fog, it got... It got Georgia.

Maybe, maybe Tanner and Chelsea, but not us, okay?

Yeah, yeah. We, we've been together this entire time. We're fine.

Unlock this door or I'm breaking it down.

- We are fine. - If you smash down that door

- you will prove that you are not fine...

...and I will shoot you in the face.

Fuck.

Tanner. Tanner, it's not worth it.

Reegan.

Listen, Reegan didn't lose it.

- Reegan's dead. - Yeah, but we're not.

Okay, we don't know

if Georgia and Reegan were out there in the fog,

but we were, and we're fine.

- We gotta get outta here. - Look, I don't know what that fog does,

but maybe, maybe Georgia was the only one affected.

Like, maybe she was somehow already exposed to it.

I feel like I'm going crazy.

You're just angry and scared.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Fuck.

I can't let Tanner and Chelsea in here...

...no matter what. You understand that, right?

I'm so scared.

But you understand, right?

Please, don't hurt them, though.

I have to protect us.

First, no matter what, we have to make it through these together.

I really, really like you.

I really, really like you, too.

I don't know what to do.

I think we're super fucked.

No, no, we are not, okay?

The three of us are fine.

- I don't feel fine. - Don't say that.

Hey, hey, look at me.

You're fine.

Hey. We need to handle Georgia.

What do you, what do you mean handle Georgia?

- JK, think about it. - Think about what?

Normal, sweet, perfect Georgia

just ripped Reegan's throat open with a fucking bottle.

- Yeah, we saw that, Blake. - She's gone.

Georgia is gone. She's a monster.

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

No, man. This fog, this fog is making you crazy.

Maybe so. But what now?

Does it kill her?

Is it reversible?

Maybe it is nothing. Maybe she just lost her shit

because her best friend just blew her boyfriend right in front of her.

- What is your point, Blake? - My point... is that her life is over.

And we need to end it now.

We can't do that.

You can't do that.

Hey, assholes, don't even say it.

Am I the only rational fucking person here

that realizes we have to kill her?

Why don't you write that sentence out

and read what you just said?

I don't need to, Chelsea.

I know what needs to be done.

- Why? - Dude, best case scenario,

she spends the rest of her life rotting in a prison cell.

- Maybe an insane asylum. - Okay, babe, there's that.

Or she's down there, she's getting worse.

And she will come up here and kill us all.

- It's not gonna happen. - No, one of those is gonna happen.

Dude, she's handcuffed to a pipe.

And she's likely chewing through her arm

- as we speak. - What? What? She's a rat now,

- is that it? - Probably something much worse, yeah.

JK, she can't just slit her best friend's throat

and blame Daddy's family secret recipe

and go on with a normal and happy life.

JK, I like Georgia.

I do, but we don't know if she's down there infected

or contagious in every minute that she is breathing our air or breathing at all.

She is hurting our chances.

My God, just do it. You have to.

Do you, do you think you can?

Yes, the three of us have to survive.

We don't know how long until this fog passes.

I really loved her.

- And you chose Reegan. - It wasn't...

- It wasn't like that. - What was it like?

Guys, it doesn't matter.

If nothing else, she's taking up our good air.

We have to do something.

Even if he's right, I won't let him just execute her.

And us? How long before Blake decides we're taking up his good air?

Hey, Blake! No!

- Just stop, Tanner.

- Blake. - Stop.

- Tanner!

- Tanner, stop! - Blake, easy, man!

- You fucker! - I'm telling you.

- You don't have the balls.

Last chance.

Hey, fuck you, Blake.

Tanner, stop it!

Tanner, Tanner, no!

We're all in this together, asshole.

- Tanner!

- Tanner! - No!

Oh, what the fuck?

- Blake. Blake?

Grab the duct tape.

Cass. Cassie? Baby?

- Hey, look at me. Look at me. - Okay.

I, I, I don't know what to do, Tanner.

You guys-- You got-- You gotta stop the bleeding.

- I know, I know. I'm trying. - You gotta plug the hole.

No, I can't.

I can't. I need to keep pressing.

Look at me.

I'm not gonna get any worse if you do it, okay?

- You gotta go. - Okay.

I need you to duct tape all the holes in the wall, okay?

- Okay? Okay. - Yeah.

Oh, God.

Come on.

- Hold it together.

Okay, put it. Get it up.

Shit!

Okay. Holy fuck.

I fucking told you, Tanner.

Fucking told you. I fucking told you.

Fucking told...

Your life is over, Blake.

He attacked us.

No, asshole. You started firing at him and me

in this fucking room that you trapped us in.

You're crazy.

Maybe, Blake. But you're not. Right?

Right, that's what you kept saying.

You kept saying that you're fine.

You know, in fact, I even heard Cassie

and Tanner and even JK say that

they don't feel well, but not you asshole.

You just kept saying that you are of sound mind and body.

Fuck you, Chelsea.

Fuck me? No! Fuck you!

You're going to jail forever, Blake.

Fuck!

What can I do?

I cannot believe how crazy you're acting, Chelsea.

Fucking nuts. Fucking nuts.

I am okay.

I'm a little cold, but I'm okay.

Hey. You look okay, yeah?

You're lying.

No.

Tell me more.

Tell me more lies.

Tell me that I'll take that ride someday.

We will, Tanner.

Just as soon as we get outta here. Okay?

Like a dream.

Jesus Christ. What do we do now? We don't know how much fog is in here.

- What about Georgia? - What about her?

- Well, we still have to go ahead and kill her, don't we? - No, we don't have to kill her.

- Why? Because you shot Tanner? - No, because this fog is her fault.

The fog isn't here, bro.

Yeah, but we don't know how--

We don't know anything, man.

God, look what we've done. We know nothing.

- What? - God. Chelsea, how's Tanner?

He's going to die, JK.

If you don't help me, he's going to die.

- What can we do? - Nothing.

I need you to help me get him to the car,

- and then I will get him somewhere. - Chelsea, you'll die.

Cassie, the only place people are dying

is in here.

We can't go out there.

JK, Tanner is your friend.

Now help me get him to the car, please.

It's not gonna happen, Chels.

Cowards.

Look, we, we can't go out there, okay?

Cowards.

- Don't.

What? What, Blake? You, you just shot him

and now you're going to just let him die?

People will understand.

I don't think that they will.

Shut up, Chelsea.

- No.

Stop that.

Or what, Blake?

Are you gonna murder me too?

Because that's what you did to Tanner.

- If he dies, you are a murderer.

- No, the fog. You'll let the fog in. - Christ, Cassie.

Not "don't shoot my friend in the face,"

just "please, don't let the scary fog in." Fuck.

Blake, do something. She's going crazy now too.

You guys are the ones going crazy.

Cassie, tape.

Come on, you guys.

Open the fucking door.

Just stay with me, okay?

Okay? I'm gonna get help.

Oh, my God! Please, help!

- Cass.

Tape it.

The sirens, Blake. What are you gonna do?

I'll handle it.

Finally. What?

I have to fucking handle everything.

Always with the fucking thing.

- Easy, Blake. - It's the police.

Please, open the door.

No, we're fine.

Please, just go away.

Is anyone hurt or injured?

We're fine.

You don't have a warrant.

Just go away. You can't come in.

There's been a report of gunshots.

I don't need a warrant.

Is everybody going fucking crazy?

No. You-- I can't do that.

You cannot come in right now.

Please back away from the door.

I highly suggest you do not do that.

- Listen, kid--

What the fuck?

Holy shit.

- Oh...

- Cassie!

Alright.

JK, get the fuck out of the way.

JK, move!

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

- Ah!

Cassie. Cassie. Cass. Baby. Hey.

It's okay. Cassie.

He shot me.

It's okay, it's okay. We just gotta clean it, okay?

- Stop. - Blake. Blake, the fog's getting everywhere.

Alright, we gotta get upstairs, okay? We'll lock ourselves upstairs.

There's a massive bathroom. It's, it's in the corner of the house.

- If we can seal it, we'll be fine. - Okay, come on.

Come on, babe. Come on. Come on.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Come on.

- Come on.

7-3-5-6, South-East division...

Patrol 3-2-A, can you put me down at the scene of the accident.

...let me call you on this.

Here, mate. Blake.

What's up?

I'm gonna check on Georgia.

No, no. We have to keep this place sealed up tight.

I'll be right back.

No. If you leave,

I don't know that I'm gonna let you back in.

You will let me back in.

- Blake! - Blake, you're gonna,

you're gonna let me back in.

Hurry up.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

Georgia?

Baby? Babe? Argh. Georgia?

Babe, hello?

Put-- What?

Where are you?

Georgia, I'm sorry.

Georgia, I'm...

Ah...

- Babe. Just-- No. No, no. - Aah!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Babe?

Baby, how you doing?

I've been shot by... a policeman

in retaliation for my boyfriend murdering,

I assume, his partner.

So, not great.

Don't say murder, okay?

You can't say murder.

Semantics are the least of my worries.

You can't say murder.

And it fucking hurts.

Nobody was murdered.

What is that?

Hey. Hey, JK?

- Babe. - Hello?

I'm scared.

It's okay. I got it.

Hello?

Get back!

I'll fucking Kill you, alright? I'll fucking kill you.

- Blake!

- Fuck!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

No, they're gonna get in.

Ah!

Argh!

Get off, Georgia!

Blake!

Blake!

It's okay.

You know it's okay, baby. It's okay, alright?

Fuck you!

I'm gonna kill you.

I'll fucking kill you.

- Blake. - We're okay. Okay? I'm right here.

Fuck.

Blake!

Get the fuck back.

Georgia, no. Please.

This is your fault, Georgia.

This is your fucking fault. Ah!

Blake!

Georgia, please. Please, stop.

- Please. We're suffering. Please.

Please.

Georgia. Georgia, stay back.

- We're sorry. Please, don't. - Georgia, please.

- Just... just give me a second. Just give me a second. - Please, don't. Please.

Georgia. Georgia. No, no, no. Please, Georgia, stop!

No! No!

Please. We're sorry, please.

- Georgia. - Ah!

Stop! No! Stop! No.

No! No!

God. And you know what? It's not all gonna be perfect, is it?

We need to handle Georgia.

Just do it. You have to.

I really loved her.

I'm fucking hungry.

Yo, Georgia. What the fuck?

What the fuck happened to you?

What the fuck happened to me?

To me?

Are you, are you okay or...?

Nope, I am pretty not okay.

What happened?

Well, Jimmy. You got your wish.

My father's factory leaked

and everyone here went mad with rage.

No.

Yes.

No. No, it didn't.

The factory didn't leak.

Where, where are all the cops?

Dead.

The cops are dead?

Yeah. Everyone here is dead.

Everyone's fucking dead?

All fucking dead.

What? What the fuck?

Oh, my God.

Had nothing to do with it.

Fucking Christ!

I'm pretty sure he can't help either.

They're all fucking dead.

We were just fucking with you guys.

Yeah, we just wanted to get you back, man.

We rented some fucking fog machines.

We found a tornado siren online and everything. It was just...

Online? So they sell tornado sirens online now, do they?

Yeah. I...

- Fuck. - None of our phones worked.

- Well, cell phone jammers are easy to find Georgia-- - Online?

- Yeah, online. What the fuck, G--

- I don't know what to say. - Oh, Jesus.

What the fuck are we gonna do?

I feel awful.

Awful? Everyone here is fucking dead.

And you feel awful.

We're sorry, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, you're sorry.

Whoa! What the fuck?

Fuck.

For fuck's sake.

Ugh, fuck.

You want Fog City?

I'll give you Fog City.