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(warm music)

(wind howling)

(wind howling)

(distant raven croaking)

(upbeat electronic music)

(electronic music continues)

(panting)

(woman gasping) (tires screeching)

(wind whistling)

(truck approaching)

(brakes hissing)

(truck door squeaks open)

(truck door slams)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps approaching)

(suspenseful music continues)

(footsteps approaching)

(suspenseful music continues)

(truck door squeaks open and slams shut)

(truck brakes hissing)

(truck engine revving)

(upbeat electronic music)

(electronic music continues)

(dog whining)

(dog whining)

Seven hours down, pups.

Five more to go.

(panting)

(phone vibrating)

(phone vibrating)

(touch pad bleeps)

Hello?

(static) Eve?

- [Eve] Tracy? - [Tracy] Are you there?

[Eve] Tracy, can you hear me?

Just bad reception. I'm here.

Tracy. (sighs)

Where you at?

Uh, not far outside Fort McKenzie.

OK. (chuckles)

Not bad. You've got about

five hours more to go.

Oh, don't remind me (chuckles)

How are the roads?

Quiet.

Not bad so far.

How's Mom doing?

(soft instrumental music)

Mom's not doing so good, Trace.

You tell her to hold on a few more hours.

- She might not make it. - Eve.

She will.

I'll be there in time to say goodbye.

I promise.

We both will.

(whining)

Wait. Who's "we"?

I thought Danny wasn't coming.

Pretzel.

It's me and Pretzel.

You brought the dog on a 12-hour road trip?

Yeah. Why not?

Your friggin' husband couldn't look after him?

He has work.

So? Your mom had a fucking stroke.

He should be there, driving with you.

At least he could look after the dog.

Can we not talk about this? (sighing)

Danny should be by your side.

Eve...

Please?

I'm happy to have Pretzel.

He keeps me company.

(sighing)

As long as he doesn't slow you down.

He won't.

Well, you've got a long cold road coming up.

Having some company can't hurt.

Exactly.

Well, you've got an about an hour left of cell service,

so keep me updated? - Of course.

Come home, Trace.

We need you.

I will.

(soft instrumental music)

(phone clicks)

Just you and me, buddy.

We can do this last stretch.

(whining)

(whining)

(barking) (whining)

Pretzel...

(whining, growling)

(sigh)

I just said you wouldn't slow me down!

(barking)

(whining)

This won't work on me.

(whining)

(barking)

(sigh)

All right.

(whining)

Okay...

Make it quick, okay?

(Tracy grunts.)

(gentle music)

(sigh) So...

Ooh! (chuckles)

Okay...

We are...

here.

We're going here.

Stoney Narrows First Nation.

My first time home in years.

Okay, we're 20 minutes out

from Fort McKenzie.

Last place for decent coffee and the last gas station.

Then it's an hour-long drive

up to the old mine turnoff,

an old industrial area.

An hour or so to the last bastion of civilization,

Checkpoint Cafe.

A long, quiet, lonely stretch

to my uncle's cabin.

Then the winter road starts.

Up to Sparrow Lake ice crossing.

We cross a big frozen lake.

And then we're 20 minutes from home.

I think we'll make it in time

before

Mom passes

to the spirit world.

Right, pups? Hum.

Pretzel?

Pretzel!

Pretzel!

Pretzel!

Pretzel, Pretzel, Pretzel!

Come here! Stop!

No, no, no, no! Don't, don't!

(long honk)

(shorter honks)

(tense music)

Pretzel!

Oh, my God. Don't ever do that again.

Please. I can't lose you!

Not today.

Oh. Oh, God.

What an asshole.

Honey!

(giggling)

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(sigh)

(phone line trilling)

(sigh) (line continues trilling)

- Hello. Tracy? - Danny? Hi.

It's me. I'm safe, just so you know.

Outside of Fort Mackenzie.

Oh, good. That's... that's good, honey.

(muffled typing)

I'm... I'm pretty shaken.

Pretzel almost got hit by a truck.

He was out peeing

and this asshole just zoomed past us.

He didn't slow down, he didn't stop.

It was horrible.

(muffled typing)

Geez, honey. That's, um, that really...

Yeah, that really sucks.

(typing continues)

He almost died.

I'm so sorry, honey, but he didn't die, right?

(sigh)

No, he didn't die...

That's good, Tracy.

(muffled typing)

Yeah... He was off leash. I feel so stupid.

Well, we learned our lesson?

(sad instrumental music)

(muffled typing)

Yeah, we learned our lesson. Um...

Okay, I'll, um... I'll let you be.

- Thanks, honey. Love you. - Love you, too!

(phone beeps)

(sigh)

(barking) (growling)

He's just busy with work, that's all.

(sad instrumental music continues)

(sigh)

Fort McKenzie!

Last chance for gas

and decent coffee.

(chuckling)

Hi.

I'll take the biggest, sugariest coffee you got.

- Rough day? - Oh, yeah.

(whining)

- It's on the house. - Thank you!

Really? - I hope your day gets better.

Me too.

(Tracy chuckles.)

(gears click)

(engine revs)

(instrumental music)

(music continues)

(phone beeps)

(phone vibrates)

(phone chirps)

- Tracy? - Hey! I'm safe.

Fort McKenzie, gassing up.

Oh, you won't believe it,

Pretzel just about got hit.

You're kidding me.

No, I took him out to pee and...

this asshole in a big rig just flew past us.

Didn't move, didn't stop.

(sigh) Pretzel was so close to being...

What a fucking shit head! You must feel awful.

Yes. Thank you!

(sigh) I'm really shaken.

Drivers have been getting worse and worse.

There's been so many accidents lately.

Glad it's not in my imagination.

I tried to, um...

I called Danny to tell him and...

(eerie music)

...it was like he wasn't even paying attention.

(scoff)

I'm not surprised.

He treats you like shit, Tracy. You deserve better.

Mom's dying and he does nothing?

When was the last time you visited? Eight years?

And how many times have you canceled because he was busy

or he told you not to go?

Things are busy.

But he cares, he provides.

Bullshit. He's a fucking asshole.

Eve, stop!

The last time you visited was because our cousin died.

So now you only visit because someone dies, or is dying?

Eve, you know that's not true.

I know Danny can be better.

I'll just talk to him about it.

Will you? Or will you just make excuses?

You don't stand up for yourself.

You're a pushover, Tracy.

A pushover.

Eve, I'm, I'm not...

I'm...

What?

What are you, Tracy?

I don't know.

(eerie, somber music continues)

I gotta get back on the road, Eve.

I'll see you in a few hours.

Okay.

Drive safe.

We've already got one funeral coming up,

don't make it two.

Goodbye, Eve.

(sigh)

(thud as the phone hits the counter)

(sigh)

(birds chirping)

Stupid.

(nozzle is placed back on the pump)

(sigh) (engine turns over)

(loud honk) (Tracy gasps and groans)

(loud honks)

Geez! I'm going!

(loud honk)

(suspenseful music)

(truck brakes hiss)

(suspenseful music continues)

(door creaks)

Just the gas, please. - Okay.

(truck idles) (suspenseful music continues)

Pretzel, come here! No, no, no! Stop, stop!

(truck horn blares)

That's the guy.

[Cashier] What's that?

Nothing.

Just on card.

You going to Stoney Narrows?

- Yeah? - You might want

to get on the road. Bad weather comin'.

Thanks.

Okay.

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music continues)

I'm not a pushover.

(truck idling)

(suspenseful music continues)

Hey!

You're an asshole!

Leave me and my dog alone!

(suspenseful music continues)

(Pretzel whining)

Let's get the hell outta here.

(warm acoustic music)

[Radio Host] Hi, there.

You're tuned into KBLW North Country Radio.

Covering Stoney Narrows, Fish Creek and Fort McKenzie.

Tonight, we have a $5,000 bingo.

Get your cards now from Ace's Convenience,

or your local band office.

Happy birthday to Stevie Whitefish, coming from your mom.

This used to be a busy highway,

full of trucks, workers.

Then the mine got shut down.

It's so quiet now.

Like a forgotten part of the world.

(whining)

(sigh)

It feels pretty good, you know. To be heading home.

(loud horn)

(gasping) (barking)

(barking continues) Holy!

(barking)

(growling)

(deep breath)

[Radio Host] Breaking news,

it's nice out there now, but it's getting cold tonight.

It'll be down to at least -28,

and it'll feel even colder with the wind.

I don't know about you, but I plan to be inside,

sittin' warm by the fire.

Now it's back to the tunes.

Here's a song that's one of the best of all time.

♪ If I wanted you, girl ♪

♪ Would you want me too ♪

♪ If I needed you, girl ♪

♪ Would you need me too ♪

♪ I can love you, girl ♪

♪ The whole night through ♪

♪ I can love you, girl ♪

Fuck. That's him.

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ Ain't no doubt in my mind ♪

(truck horn blares)

(gasping)

Holy.

(tires screeching)

♪ Baby, listen to my heartbeat ♪

Okay, okay, okay.

Calm down.

(upbeat country music continues)

♪ If I wanted you, girl ♪

♪ Would you want me too ♪

(gasping) (loud honking)

(sigh)

Okay... Okay.

♪ I can love you, girl ♪

♪ The whole night through ♪

We'll be careful this time. (chuckling)

♪ I can love you, girl ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ Ain't no doubt in my mind ♪

♪ I can be what you need ♪

♪ Just give me the time ♪

♪ Baby, listen to my heartbeat ♪

(upbeat country music continues)

♪ If I wanted you, girl ♪

♪ Would you want me too ♪

♪ If I needed you, girl ♪

♪ Would you need me too ♪

♪ If I wanted you, girl ♪

♪ Would you want me too ♪

♪ If I needed you, girl ♪

(engine revving)

♪ Would you need me too ♪

(music continues)

What the hell?!

Just pass me already!

(tires screeching)

(breathing heavily)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(whining)

(upbeat country music)

♪ You went away ♪ and left me here ♪

♪ I'm alone ♪

♪ And now you're knocking ♪

♪ On my door ♪

♪ I hear you knocking ♪

(sigh)

♪ But you can't come in ♪

♪ I hear you knocking ♪

♪ Go back to where you've been ♪

♪ Begged you not to go home ♪

♪ But you said goodbye ♪

♪ And now you're telling me ♪

♪ All your lies ♪

♪ I hear you knocking ♪

♪ But you can't come in ♪

♪ I hear you knocking ♪

♪ Go back to where you've been ♪

(upbeat country music continues)

(music continues)

(truck engine revving)

[Tracy] No, no, no, no, no, no! No, no, no!

(engines revving)

♪ I hear you knocking ♪

♪ But you can't come in ♪

(gasping) (honk)

(tires screeching)

(horn blaring)

(panting)

(country music continues)

(panting)

(sigh)

(sigh)

(sigh) (growl)

I know. I know.

(sigh)

(soft instrumental music)

We'll let him get where he's going.

We'll stay far away.

(soft instrumental music continues)

All right.

Let's go.

We're still good for time.

Mom will hold on.

(bird squawks)

(soft upbeat music)

(honks)

I know! (sigh)

(honking)

Up ahead is the turnoff to the old mine.

Closed down, a while ago,

but they're trying to open it back up.

That's where all the trucks are going.

No one goes past the old mine turnoff.

The road to Stoney Narrows will be dead.

(whining)

(instrumental music)

That's the last turnoff.

(instrumental music continues)

(sigh)

(turn signal)

(handbrake clicks)

(sigh)

(instrumental music continues)

(sigh)

What the...?

No...

No. No, no!

Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

I filled up! I filled up the tank!

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

(sigh)

(whining)

If we turn back now, we won't make it in time.

(seatbelt unclips)

(wind blowing)

(wind blowing)

(ventilator hissing)

(sigh)

(brooding piano music) (sigh)

We can make it.

Just barely.

We make it tonight.

(brooding orchestral music)

(whining)

(seatbelt clips)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(phone beeps)

(phone vibrates)

(beeping)

- Tracy? - Hello?

I'm surprised you still have service.

I just passed the old mine turnoff.

What? You're making really bad time.

I'm okay.

Just been going slow.

You heard about the cold weather?

Yeah. -you have emergency supplies?

Blankets, extra layers, overnight gear?

Shit.

I have

a shovel and an ax.

Tracy, that's not enough.

It's a long drive and you might be the only car

out there.

Eve.

I know what I'm doing.

You don't have to worry about me. I'm not helpless.

I'm... I'm sorry about what I said earlier.

It was mean.

It's... it's just been a really rough day. I...

I feel so alone.

Me too.

Seeing Mom like this, it's...

I am...

I can't. I...

I just really need some help.

I know.

I'm coming.

I love you, Eve.

(sigh)

I love you too, Tracy.

Too much.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm certain.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

(interference crackles)

Tracy? - Hello?

Are you there? Did I lose you?

Eve? Hello?

(sigh)

(ventilator hissing)

(brooding orchestral music)

(whining)

We're fine. There's no use worrying her.

(brooding music)

(brooding music fades)

(bird squawks)

(gears stick clicking)

(wind blowing)

Hey. Do you happen to have any food?

We've been out here for a bit and our mother needs to eat.

I have one sandwich, um...

But she can have it.

- You're Tracy Martin, right? - Yeah.

Haven't seen you in a while. We're Frank and Linda.

And that was our daughter, Candace, in that car.

(somber music)

I'm so sorry.

I knew Candace.

So many goddamned accidents.

The officer said she was drinking.

That never would've happened.

I know my daughter.

(sniffling)

Come on. Let's go. We haven't gone all night.

I just wanna punch that cop's lights out.

Too many of us have died.

That ends now.

You understand?

I understand.

Yes.

I'll, um, go get that sandwich.

(sigh) (whining)

Don't worry. There's a cafe up ahead.

(whining) (car door slams)

Thanks.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Glad you're coming home, Tracy.

Be careful.

There's a lot of strange things happening out there.

I will.

Don't drink and drive, ma'am.

(somber music continues)

(ominous tones)

(car clatters)

(somber music continues)

Nothing is strange.

We're just driving home.

Everything is normal.

(somber music continues)

(wind whistling)

(wind whistling)

(ominous tones)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

I don't like this, Pretzel.

What the hell does he want?

(truck engine revving)

(engine roaring)

(heavy breathing)

(car engine revving)

(truck engine revving)

(heavy breathing)

(engine revving)

(panting)

(engine revving)

(loud honk) What? What?!

(engine revving)

(whining)

(thud) (scream)

(Pretzel whines) (Tracy pants)

Shit.

(tense percussive music) (panting)

(tires screeching) (scream)

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit, shit.

(tires screeching)

We have to get back to that cop.

(tires screeching)

Shit!

(heavy breathing)

(engine revving)

(tense music continues)

(tires screeching)

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Okay, okay...

Just leave me alone, goddamnit!

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(whimpering)

(whimpering continues) Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh. I know, I know, I know. I know.

(tires screeching)

(tense music continues)

(heavy breathing)

Who are you?

(truck engine revving)

(heavy breathing)

(truck engine revving)

(heavy breathing)

Oh!

There ahead, Checkpoint Cafe. We can call the cops there.

(tense music continues)

(engine revving)

Pretzel, down. (whining)

Pretzel! Get down, buddy. I need you down on the ground.

(whimpering) (sigh)

(engine revving)

(heavy breathing)

(truck engine revving)

(heavy breathing)

,(car engine revving)

(tires screeching) Shit!

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

(tires screeching)

(truck engine revving)

(tense music continues)

Please don't be any ice! (tires screeching)

Please don't be any ice. Please don't be any ice!

(grunting) (tires screeching)

(panting)

(whining) Shh, shh, shh. It's okay!

Mommy's just driving. Mommy's just driving.

It's okay. (whining)

(loud honks)

(heavy breathing)

(loud honk)

(grunting)

(tires screeching)

(heavy breathing)

Please. No, no, no. Not again!

Oh!

Shit! (tires screeching)

(groaning)

(tires screech)

(thump) Oh!

(honk)

(wind howling)

(somber music)

(whining)

(somber music continues)

(whining)

Um...

(grunting)

(moaning)

(whining) Good boy. Good boy.

Oh, we made it.

Oh, we made it. Thank God. (chuckling)

(sighing) Good boy.

We're safe now.

We're safe. Yeah.

(whining)

(sigh)

(bird squawking)

(sigh)

Okay.

(sigh)

(door creaking) (muffled voices)

(mellow country music)

(trucker chuckling)

(mellow music continues)

(indistinct chatter)

(door creaking)

(heavy breathing)

(soft piano music)

(whimpering)

(groaning)

(moaning)

(heavy breathing)

Oh, God.

(sigh)

(soft piano music continues)

(heavy breathing)

(sigh)

(paper rustling)

(heavy breathing)

(soft piano music continues)

(wind blowing)

(mellow country music)

(muffled chatter)

(mellow country music continues)

Do you need anything?

Miss?

Just a water, please. Thank you.

(muffled chatter)

(heavy breathing)

Excuse me.

I'm in danger.

There's someone in here

who's trying to hurt me.

A driver is

trying to push me off of the highway.

Okay. Just stop. I don't wanna hear any stories in here, okay?

Just order food, pay for it, and get out.

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

Okay...

Just get up and walk around.

He... he can't hurt you in here.

Can he?

Right.

Right?

Right.

Excuse me.

I know this sounds crazy (chuckling)

but...

I'm in danger.

Can I please just use your phone?

It's for customers only. I need you to order something.

A... BLT.

Okay.

No, no. Wait, wait!

(somber music)

(sigh)

Tracy...

You need to get somewhere

where you feel safe.

It's not here.

(indistinct chatter)

(somber music continues)

(sigh) - I knew it.

God damn knew it.

Okay. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

(sigh)

Hey!

Stop! Stop!

(car door opening) (sigh)

(wind whistling)

(sigh)

Ma'am, step back!

Careful, ma'am.

Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Ma'am! Hold still!

Hold. Move very slowly.

This isn't what it looks like, Officer.

Tell me what it is, then.

I need help.

There's... there's a...

a truck that's threatening me.

Um, well...

Or I guess, a man is.

Someone is, is trying to...

ram me off the road, um...

This truck is like trying to kill me, and um...

Uh-huh... A truck is trying to kill you.

No, just wait! Not... not... not the truck.

The man... within the truck is just trying to kill me!

Maybe you're seeing things out there?

Daydreams? Fantasies?

No.

I wouldn't make this up.

I'm afraid.

When you're afraid, you pull a knife on an officer?

No, no, no, no, that was an accident.

Tell me again what's happening.

Someone is trying to hurt me.

Try again.

Have you been drinking?

Drugs?

I'm in danger.

Okay.

Here's what we need to do, then.

I'll need you to come with me, in my car.

We'll go down to the station. You can make a formal report.

In your car?

That's right.

(wind whistling)

Ma'am?

(chuckling)

I must just be seeing things.

(laughing)

I've had a rough day. (laughing)

My mom is sick and I'm really stressed out.

I think I just need some rest.

You can't make up stories like this. This is serious.

I... I don't know what got into me.

I've been on the road for hours.

I think I'm a little bit off. (chuckling)

(wind whistling)

Roads up here are pretty quiet.

Messes with me too,

and when you're alone your brain goes a little crazy, right?

Exactly.

I probably just needed to talk to someone

like you.

Well, I'm here to help.

You're certain, no alcohol?

I'm sober.

That's good.

Lots of drinkers where you come from.

Yep!

Well, nothing's trying to hurt me, um...

I think I'll just head out.

I'll go back to Stoney Narrows, and I won't bother you.

Good.

Good. Well, I'm glad we're all safe.

You did the right thing.

Thank you, Officer.

You've been a great help.

(soft, somber music)

(sobbing)

(somber piano music)

(sobbing continues)

(Pretzel whining)

(sobs)

(sigh)

(Pretzel whining)

(chuckling)

Okay. Okay.

Mommy is better. (Pretzel whining)

Good boy.

(sigh)

(seatbelt clips)

(engine turns over)

(somber music continues)

(somber instrumental music continues)

I used to love this drive.

(whining)

When I was just a little girl,

me and Eve would be playing in the backseat, Mom driving.

We'd go to Checkpoint Cafe for fries.

It was fun, then.

My favorite place to stop was Uncle Joe's cabin.

We'd be making tea, laughing.

(somber music continues)

Then so much changed.

I got older.

Every time we drove this road home,

I hated it more and more.

I hated going home. I hated the tiny town.

I left and never came back.

I just wanted to be in the city.

Be away from it all.

(whining)

Never thought I'd miss this place.

But I was gone for far too long.

(somber music continues)

My mom,

she made this for me,

the last time I was home.

She said, "This will remind you who you are,

"where you come from."

(slow somber music)

Shit.

(engine revving)

(ominous music continues)

(truck engine revving)

I don't know what to do.

We're trapped, I have nowhere to go.

(truck engine roaring)

No one will help us.

(truck engine roaring)

Do we just...

Do we just let him win?

(engine revving)

(whimpering)

(whimpering)

Or...

(engine revving)

Or...

(tense music)

This is my highway.

Can't just let him have it.

Right? (Pretzel whining)

We can get him off our ass, somehow.

This is an Indian road.

There's loads of plowed pullouts for locals to go trapping.

I used to love looking out for them, when I was a little girl.

(engine roaring)

They're easy to miss, if you're not a local.

We just need a bit of space.

(tense music intensifies)

(engine revving)

(deep exhale)

(engines roaring) (tense music continues)

Okay.

Let's see if you're ready for this.

(engines roaring) (tense music continues)

(tires screeching)

(truck horn blaring)

(tires screeching)

(tense music continues) (screeching continues)

Yes! (laughing)

Yes, yes, yes! (laughing)

Oh, he's off our ass. (honks in the distance)

Yes.

Yes! Woo!

Ha!

Have fun turning, you dick.

(distant honks)

(sigh)

(sigh)

(wind blowing)

(car whooshing)

(sigh)

(soft piano music)

(birds squawking)

Now what?

(soft piano music continues)

(soft piano music continues)

(sigh)

(sigh)

(Pretzel whining)

(sigh)

(button clicks)

(sigh)

(soft piano music continues)

(strong wind blowing)

(muffled wind blowing)

(ominous music)

(horn blaring) (gasping)

(heavy breathing)

(breathing slowing down)

(truck engine in the distance)

(truck engine)

(brakes hissing)

I know a hunter when I see one.

He's out of our way. So, that's good.

But I don't think we'll make it back home.

(sigh)

I think we'll make it

to Uncle's cabin.

If we're lucky,

he's there with a cup of tea and a pickup truck.

Huh? If we're not,

we go in,

and stay the night.

So long as no one murders us in our sleep!

(sigh)

(engine stalling)

(engine stalling)

(engine stalling)

(engine turns over) Yes.

(sigh)

(soft acoustic music)

(acoustic music continues)

Okay.

We make it.

(gear stick shifting position)

(wind blowing)

(soft synth music)

(whining)

(barking)

No, Pretzel... (sigh)

(whining)

Not now.

We can't stop! Remember what happened last time?

(whining)

(whining continues) (sigh)

We're going fast, you're on a leash.

(whining)

(suspenseful music)

(sigh)

Okay. (sigh)

Okay. Yeah.

(car door slams)

(heavy breathing)

(suspenseful music continues)

Really? You're not gonna go?

Just came out here to stretch?

(suspenseful music continues)

Okay, okay! Come on, pups. Let's go, let's go! Come on!

Come on. No, over here.

Yeah. Sit, sit, sit, sit. (car door slams)

(sigh) Silly dog.

(dark synth music)

(whining)

You happy?

(panting)

So long, pavement.

It's barely a road, from here on.

We're not too far now.

We're close.

So close.

(dark synth music continues)

(snow crunching)

(gear stick shifting position)

(wind blowing)

(bleak music)

No, no, no, no, no.

Shit, shit, shit!

When the hell did Uncle's cabin burn down?

Oh, I'm so stupid.

Oh, God, I'm so stupid.

(sigh) How did I not know this?

(whining)

(sigh)

(engine idling)

(truck approaching)

(suspenseful music)

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

(truck brakes hiss)

He could just wait us out.

Wait for us to freeze.

(barking)

(suspenseful music continues)

I need something bigger.

(tense music)

Hey!

Hey!

If you're gonna do something to me, then do it now!

(tense music continues)

Who are you?

(truck brakes hiss)

Hey!

(brakes hissing)

Okay.

Okay, move in closer.

(brakes hissing)

No, no, no, no. Don't do that again.

Hey!

(brakes squeal)

(hissing)

(tense music continues)

Coward!

Coward!

(brakes hissing, engine revving)

(brakes squealing) (truck hissing)

(ominous music)

(brakes hissing)

(truck beeping) Shit.

(beeping continues) Shit.

(panting)

(tense music) (truck door opening)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(tense breathing)

(tense music continues)

(tense music subsides)

(somber music)

Oh! (intense music)

(panting, grunting)

(grunting)

(screaming)

(grunting) (trucker groaning)

(panting)

(panting)

(truck door slamming)

(grunting)

(engine idling)

(whining)

(whining)

(sigh)

I got him.

(groaning)

(sigh)

(grunting)

(whining)

(sigh)

(bleak music)

(exhale)

(ominous music)

He wants his souvenir

No fucking way.

He's injured.

Desperate.

He knows if we get away that we'll expose him.

I bet he didn't plan on getting this far north.

The closer we get to home, the more desperate he becomes.

We just have to get past him.

As fast as we can. As far as we can.

Get home.

Put together a search party and hunt him down.

Make him pay.

(soft instrumental music)

(seatbelt clipping)

(engine revving)

(grunting)

One more backtrack.

(music ramping up)

Let's shake this fucker.

(synth music continues)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(engine idling)

(sigh) (muffled wind whistling)

(brooding guitar music)

(whining)

(thud)

(glass shattering)

(glass shattering)

(sigh)

(sigh)

(whining)

(sigh)

Now we disappear.

(wind howling)

(truck approaching) (suspenseful music)

(whining)

Please don't let him see me.

(ominous music)

(truck engine revving)

(suspenseful music continues)

(barking)

Shh, shh, shh! Quiet, quiet, quiet!

Shh, quiet. Shush, shush, shush.

Please keep going.

(truck brakes squealing)

He stopped.

Why did he stop?

(ominous music) (truck horn blaring)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Shit, shit, shit.

(engine turns over) (grunting)

(tires screeching)

(grunting)

(tires screeching) Oh, we were so close!

(car engine revving)

(heavy breathing)

It's narrow. I don't think he can turn around.

Okay. We got time. Let's use it.

(heavy breathing)

Maybe someone comes looking for us.

Eve.

Eve, if you can hear me, please, please send help.

Please come help. Please. I need your help.

Eve... Eve... (ventilator hissing)

(string music)

(string music continues)

(ventilator hissing)

(ventilator hissing)

(sigh)

(music continues)

We're not gonna make it.

(string music continues)

No.

No. No, no, no, no.

(ventilator hissing) (gasp)

(deep breath)

I'm so sorry, Mom.

(sobbing)

(gasping)

I'm so sorry I can't be by your side.

I tried.

I tried really hard.

(somber string music continues)

(sobbing)

(sobbing and somber music continue)

Eve, I'm so sorry.

I wish I was there with you.

I am there with you, I promise.

(sobbing and somber music continue)

I'm so scared, Pretzel.

(whining) I'm so scared.

I used to drive down these roads when I was a little girl.

I'd get scared.

And Mom would be there for me.

She'd tell me to rest my eyes,

and that she'd be looking out for me.

(sigh)

And then she'd sing me an old lullaby.

(whining)

(Tracy sings in her language)

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

God, I wish I did things different.

I wish I didn't stay away so long.

I wish I stood up for myself.

(soft instrumental music)

Rest in the spirit world, Mama.

I'll join you there, someday.

Someday.

But not tonight.

(wind howling)

(truck engine roaring)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

Shit.

(engine revving)

This is it, Pretzel.

(whining)

Home's too far away. We have to beat him, somehow.

(accelerating)

His truck's too big, Pretzel.

One on one, he wins. Every time.

(sigh) What's our advantage?

(whining)

(engine revving)

This is my turf.

I may have been away forever, but this is still my home.

This is my fucking turf.

(engine revving)

(dramatic music)

(tense music continues)

Mom said about the ice crossing to always stay on the main road.

Never, ever veer to the sides.

Anywhere to the side is thin, dangerous.

I know that.

Do you think he does?

And if we lure him off the main path,

I bet he follows. He's desperate.

And that's a pretty big truck.

(dramatic music continues) (car engine roars)

As long as we don't fall through first.

(intense music continues)

(tires screeching)

(tense music continues)

(brakes hissing)

Come get me, fucker.

(brakes hissing, engine revving)

(tense music) (car accelerating)

Where do I turn off?

Where? Where?

There.

Okay...

Leaving the main path. We're on thin ice, Pretzel.

Say a prayer.

(tense music continues)

(deep breath)

(brakes hissing)

Come on, you prick.

Come on, follow me, follow me.

Follow me!

(brakes hissing)

(truck engine revving)

Yes.

(truck engine revving)

(accelerating)

Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. (whining)

(panting)

This is it.

(panting)

(car engine revving)

(panting)

(dramatic synth music)

(dramatic music continues)

(dramatic music continues)

Pretzel! Pretzel.

Let's go.

(tires screeching)

(panting)

(ice cracking)

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on. (ice cracking)

(ice shattering)

(metallic groan)

Come on.

Come on.

(metal creaking)

(ice shattering)

(metal squealing)

Come on.

(ice cracking)

(ice shattering)

Yes!

Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

(wind blowing)

(laugh-crying)

I did it!

(laughing)

He didn't get us! He didn't get us! I did it.

(laughing)

(soft, melancholy music)

(panting)

Okay, Pretzel.

(sigh) We'll make it.

We won't let him get us.

(sigh)

Come on, buddy.

Come on.

(wind whistling) (melancholy music continues)

(shivering)

(wind howling) (shivering)

(melancholy music continues)

(sigh)

(grunting)

(knocks at the door)

(muffled wind howling)

(Pretzel barking)

(door creaking) (wind howling)

(warm piano music)

(soft chuckle)

(warm music continues)

I'm home, Mom.

I'm home.

(music fades)

(soft instrumental music)