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-[birds chirping] -[water rippling]

["Infants" playing]

♪ You gotta have dreams To come true ♪

♪ You gotta have smiles Meant for you ♪

♪ You gotta Have grand occasions ♪

♪ To announce your resignation ♪

♪ You gotta let true love Depart ♪

♪ And let sickness Fill your broken heart ♪

♪ '‘Cause that's the reason ♪

♪ Life's worth living at all ♪

♪ '‘Cause that's the reason Life's worth living at all ♪

♪ You gotta have friends By your side ♪

♪ You gotta have secrets To confide ♪

♪ You gotta meet ♪

♪ Sexy infants ♪

♪ Who will let you kiss them Different ♪

♪ You gotta sleep All teary-eyed ♪

♪ And abandon All your wounded pride ♪

♪ 'Cause that's the reason ♪

♪ Life's worth living at all ♪

'♪ Cause that'’s the reason ♪

♪ Life's worth living at all ♪

♪ There'll be no more Kiss goodnights ♪

♪ There'll be no more Silly fights ♪

♪ There'll be no more Walls to pin her ♪

♪ Or back rubs after dinner ♪

♪ There'’ll only be a bed Undressed ♪

♪ And a bare spot Where her head should rest ♪

♪ '‘Cause that'’s the reason ♪

♪ You should end it all ♪

♪ '‘Cause that's the reason ♪

♪ Life'’s worth living at all ♪

[suspenseful music playing]

[crickets chirping]

[Eli] How far is it to the place?

[owl hooting]

[Bethany] I think, seven more miles, maybe more.

-[Eli] We gonna make it? -[Bethany] I think so.

-[Eli] You think so? -[Bethany] Yeah, I think so.

I did a dry run, without her, obviously.

[Eli] Aliens, though.

[Bethany] I swear to God, this is true.

When Carter was running for president,

he said if he got elected,

he would declassify everything the government had on Area 51.

[Eli] New Mexico?

[Bethany] Nevada. You're thinking of Roswell.

-[Eli] Oh. -[Bethany] So, Carter wins,

-obviously. -[Eli] Obviously.

[Bethany] And then, he doesn't declassify shit.

-[Eli] Why not? -[Bethany] Exactly.

[Eli breathes sharply] How do you know this?

[Bethany sighs] I read the newspaper.

[Eli] Weren't you, like 15, when Carter was elected?

[Bethany] So?

[Eli] I don't know many 15-year-olds,

who are so up on world affairs.

[Bethany sighs] They keep newspapers

at the library for years after they run.

They don'’t turn every single one of them into paper mache swans.

-[Eli breathes sharply] -[Bethany] Besides,

how many 15-year-olds do you regularly consort with?

[Eli] Well, it doesn't prove that there are aliens

-living among us. -[Bethany scoffs] Oh, be real.

I'm not talking about aliens living among us.

But the odds that we haven't been, at least,

visited by extra-terrestrial life

are infinitesimally small.

Besides, if all this classified information said was,

"We haven't seen shit," why not declassify it?

[Eli] Hmm. You're just speculating.

Okay.

There was this scientist named "Lazar"

who said he worked in a place

called "Sector Four,"

which is underground near the Papoose Range,

near Papoose lake.

And he said he was contracted by the government... [pants]

...to reverse engineer an alien spacecraft

they already had in their possession.

So, you think Bush is gonna do it?

-Declassify, I mean. -Fat chance. That guy'’s a spook.

He was director of the CIA. He's not giving up any secrets.

[scoffs]

I don't buy it.

[sighs] You think it's harder to believe than this?

-What if she's in heaven? -Don't be childish.

How is that childish?

What if she's really in heaven and, like,

this whole plan works exactly the way you said it,

but we're taking her away from a place she's enjoying?

You know, there are more starving people in America

than there are in the USSR.

-I'm serious, Bethany. -[Bethany] I am, too.

[Eli] First of all, I don't believe you.

And second of all, I'm trying to have an actual conversation.

[Bethany] That was a serious question?

-"What if she's in heaven?" -[Eli] Yes, we are--

If we believe what's going to happen, in f--

What about my tone of voice doesn't sound serious to you?

[Eli] Why the hell are you telling me about Russia?

There are more starving people in America

than there are in the USSR.

And our populations are roughly the same,

give or take 10%.

But when we were little,

our mom used to tell us to finish all our dinners,

because they were a little starving,

communist kids in bread lines in Russia.

As if, we could Federal Express

our leftover Salisbury steak to Vladivostok.

But the truth is,

there hasn't been a famine there since the '40s,

But just like you said, anybody who's anybody knows

that Russia is a place where people starve,

and America's a place

where the streets are paved with milk and honey.

So, in this metaphor, heaven is America,

and we're in communist Russia?

[Bethany] It's an analogy, not a metaphor.

And no. Heaven, like America, doesn't fucking exist.

I mean, maybe,

but not in the way we think it does.

It works as an idea, but what is heaven?

Is Lizzie sitting on a cloud right now,

painting her nails? Or does she not have a body?

Is she gonna watch Cheers when it comes back in the fall?

Or is she in one perpetual state of orgasm

stretches out for all of eternity?

And doesn't that get boring, eventually?

Does she get to visit her friends in hell?

Does she get to listen to the cool,

Satan-worshiping, hell music?

Is there a president of heaven? Does she have to shit ever?

Okay, I get it.

I'm just saying heaven, like America, falls apart,

the second you start asking any questions about it.

If everyone succeeds in America, who fails?

If there's someone eating, there'’s someone starving.

So, if there is an afterlife,

it's probably just like this life,

boring and disappointing, except worse,

because you spent the entirety of your life on Earth,

psyching yourself up to get up there,

only to find out it's...

Cleveland...

Sarasota...

Albany.

Maybe she'll tell us.

Yeah. Maybe she will.

-[grunts] -[Eli grunting]

[both panting]

-[Eli] Oh, shit. -[Bethany] What?

[Eli] Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

-Oh, shit. Oh, shi-- -[metal clanging]

[Bethany] What'’s going on?

[Eli] There'’s something out there. [breathes heavily]

-[Bethany] What? -[Eli] See it?

[Bethany whispers] Yeah.

I thought you said we couldn't drive out here.

-We can't. -Then how do you explain that?

Uh, it's probably abandoned.

[mysterious music playing]

[Eli] I think there's someone inside.

[Bethany] What?

[Eli] I think I see someone inside of the car.

[Bethany whispers] You'’re imagining things.

Look, it'’s all covered in shit.

[Eli] Was it here before?

[whispers] What are you talking about?

I thought you said you did a dry run.

I meant I put on a heavy pack and walked nine miles.

You didn'’t do a dry run

-to the actual place? -No!

What the fuck kind of dry run is that?

-Hey listen! -[Eli] What if,

there's a mountain in the way or a canyon?

[Bethany whispers] Don'’t be ridiculous.

A canyon?

A car wouldn'’t even help us in the first place.

[Eli] Have you ever even been to where we're going?

[sighs] Jesus Christ.

-What if it's a cop? -Why would it be a cop?

I don't know.

Maybe someone figured out she was missing?

Oh, shit! I told you!

[Bethany] It's not a cop. It can'’t be.

It's probably like a vagrant or some kids or something.

-[Eli] We can't let them see it. -Yeah, no shit.

[Eli] Uh, can we go back and around?

[Bethany] No. It'’ll take too long.

We pretty much have to go that way to stay on course.

Let me see.

I mean, so what?

-We should just walk by with-- -No, of course not.

[tense music playing]

Come on. Help me with her.

[pants]

[whispers] One, two, three.

One, two, three. [grunts]

One... [pants] ...oh, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three. [grunts]

[Eli grunts]

Fuck.

One, two, three.

[couple moaning]

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Fuck!

[tense music intensifies]

One, two, three. One, two, three.

[Eli] Why are you still counting?

[Bethany] Because I'’m freaking out!

[pants]

[pants] Do you... think they saw us?

Uh, I think we're good.

[girlfriend moaning]

She'’s totally faking it.

-[Eli] She looks so... -Dead?

Like, how could that thing

have ever even been alive in the first place?

Well you can ask her in...

three hours and 22 minutes.

[girlfriend moaning]

They'’re gonna drain the battery.

[suspenseful music playing]

-Is this crazy? -Yep.

-You sure about this Zone thing? -Nope.

Funny, I thought you'’d give me some kind of reassurance.

What do you want me to say?

[breathes heavily] I don't know.

Tell me you're sure it'll work. You read it in that book.

[Bethany] Yeah, exactly. I read it in a book.

You can't believe everything you read.

-But you... think it'’ll work... -Jesus, Eli.

The Journal of the Folklore Institute,

Volume 13 issue-- Whatever, said

that the native tribes of this region believe

that if we bury Lizzie in The Zone

at the exact moment of the solstice,

-she'll come back. -[insect chirping]

[pants]

[Bethany] I don't know more about it than that.

The Spiritualists of The Second Great Awakening

claim to have learned it from the Jamestown S'’Klallam.

Then it was taken up by the City of Mary.

Cultists, I guess, but they all believed it.

Is this also the book

that says, "There's fluoride in the water"?

There is fluoride in the water!

But it's not controlling our minds.

How do you know? Fluoride makes people docile.

-That explains you then. -[whispers] Fuck you.

-[Eli] Do you believe it? -[Bethany] Mm?

[Bethany] That there's fluoride in the water?

No. The other thing.

-Do you? -[sighs]

I don't know.

Me neither.

-[Eli] Then why are we out here? -I know I am out here.

I'm out here to help my baby sister.

I don't know why you'’re out here.

[Eli sighing] I'’m here--

I didn'’t twist your arm. You came willingly right?

[sighs] Yeah.

If you don't think it'll work...

if you wanna go back...

let's go back.

-[Eli] I don't-- -She never got to tell me

why she was driving in my house in the middle of the night.

Did you two have a fight or something?

[clicks tongue] No.

Do you want to go back?

You know...

when we were kids, I...

really hated Lizzie.

She was sick a lot,

and I resented all the attention that she got.

And then, my parents would...

make me perform for her, like entertainer...

when she was stuck in bed and they were at work.

So, I really resented her for that.

Fast forward, I--

Twenty, or whatever, years later...

Lizzie and I are arguing about something dumb and...

she says, not a single conversation went by

between her and our folks where they didn't ask...

"Why can't you be more like Bethany?"

Self-sufficient.

She needs my help again.

She's sick.

Extra sick.

She needs me to take care of her. So...

that's what I'm gonna do.

What if we do it?

We do...

everything perfectly, and it doesn't work?

Then where will we be?

[Bethany] We'’ll be in the woods.

I miss her.

A lot.

I know...

I know.

[Eli sighs]

I know the chances are slim

that this "Zone" thing even exists, but...

if there's a half of a half a percent chance

of bringing her back...

let's do it.

[pensive music playing]

[Eli] You wanna walk forwards or backwards?

I'’ll go backwards.

Let's go.

[Eli] One, two...

[Bethany] Three.

["Bullies for Christ" playing over speaker]

♪ We can find blame where you want it ♪

♪ Label our own as disease ♪

♪ We can make rockets of racecars ♪

♪ Transforming targets of trees ♪

[Bethany] Thanks for meeting me.

Yeah, of course. Anything.

I just feel so guilty, you know?

She called me. She was on her way to my house.

It's not your fault.

You sure?

You sure?

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[owl hooting]

[Eli breathes heavily]

There weren't any skid marks, you know.

-[Eli] What? -At the crash site.

She didn't hit the brakes, like, at all.

Cops said she fell asleep at the wheel.

Okay.

You think she did this to herself?

What's the difference between falling asleep

and taking your hands off the wheel on purpose?

Forensically, I mean.

Was she drunk when she left your house?

No.

She seem tired though?

[Eli] Not really.

[Bethany] She wasn'’t wearing her seatbelt.

[Eli] I know.

You see that thing a few years ago

about how some people were saying,

"Seat belt laws are a violation of our human rights"?

[chuckles] No, but that's stupid.

Yeah.

Some weird smear campaign by the automakers.

Some cabal of, like,

Henry Ford VIII and the guy that runs GM.

They didn'’t want to spend the extra six bucks

to put the little strips of fabric in the cars,

so they lobbied these lunatics

to say that seat belt laws are unconstitutional,

that they infringe on our bodily autonomy.

Not like we haven't done that one before.

You're just an encyclopedia of conspiratorial essays,

aren't you?

We have three hours of walking left.

What else do you wanna talk about?

[grunts]

Okay.

Why pay people to avoid putting that little extra strip of cloth

in the car?

When you sell two million vehicles,

it adds up. Per year, too.

The lobbying probably only cost them a couple 100 grand.

Oh, and that myth about seatbelts

causing more deaths than they prevent.

That was them, too.

They spread this disinformation about this family.

Mom, Dad, little Boy Scout,

little ballerina in the backseat,

all trapped in a fiery wreck

because they couldn't unbuckle themselves in time.

Never happened?

[Bethany] It's a big world. Basically, everything happens.

It's not statistically significant.

For every one person that drowns

because they can't unbuckle themselves,

as the car is sinking into the ocean,

10,000 lives are saved because they wore the seatbelt.

But not Lizzie.

No. Not Lizzie.

You ever ride in a car with her

when she wasn't wearing the seatbelt?

Can you remember a time?

[Eli] Hmm, I don't know if I noticed.

I didn't. And I would've.

Maybe, the seatbelt malfunctioned.

It broke or something.

[Bethany] Maybe, that was the day

she decided to stop wearing them

'cause they infringe on her bodily autonomy.

Do you think that's what happened?

Maybe. It's a big world. Basically everything happens.

You wanna know what the last thing

she said to me was?

What?

She called me from your house, crying,

and she said, "I can't take this anymore."

And I begged her to come over and talk to me in person.

What do you think she meant by that?

"I can't take this anymore"?

Well, I'm not a mind reader.

What did you two fight about, Eli?

[Eli] Nothing. It wasn't a fight.

Then why was she crying?

-I don't know. -How could you not know?

You know what I think?

You want us to have had a fight?

You want me to have said or done something so horrible

that it made her drive off in the middle of the night

without her seatbelt,

swerve into a guardrail and crash into the creek.

Why would I want that?

[Eli] Because you were the one who begged her to come over.

If she had just stayed put and went back to bed,

then none of us would be here right now.

So, it is way more convenient

for you to invent a conspiracy like you always do

about car companies, and aliens, and Jimmy Carter,

than to admit that you asked her to come over,

she fell asleep while driving, and drove off the road.

[gunshot]

-What the fuck was that? -Sounded like a gun.

Hide!

[gunshot]

[both grunts]

The light. Cut the light!

[breathes heavily]

-[breathes heavily] -[shushes]

[tense music playing]

What are we gonna do?

Nothing! He'’ll keep moving in a second.

-What if he sees us? -He won'’t see us. Be quiet.

[tense music playing]

[Eli] I'm gonna talk to him. Stay here.

What? No. No. No.

Why not? I'’ll just tell him,

I'’m out collecting my thoughts in the wood,

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What? He won'’t suspect anything.

Be quiet and he will leave.

[breathes heavily] I think I can make him go away.

[Bethany whispers] He won'’t think

it's a little bit suspicious

that you'’re wandering the woods alone at night?

[whispers] Less suspicious than the two of us

carrying a dead fucking body.

[whispers] Shut up. Don't do anything.

[dog barking]

[patroller] Rhino!

[dog barking]

[whispers] Look!

Shit! Oh, shit!

He'’s going to come over and find us.

[whispers] Calm down. It'’s going to be okay.

[patroller] Rhino!

[whispers] Get the fuck away!

[patroller] Hey, Rhino, what you got there?

What you got over there?

C'’mon boy. This thing'’s getting heavy.

Let'’s go!

[dog barking]

[breathes heavily] What the fuck, Eli?

What?

Why the fuck were you trying to talk to that guy?

[breathes heavily]

-Let's... let's just go. -Jesus fucking Christ.

[Eli] Oh, come on. I'm sorry, okay?

-I panicked. -Yeah, no shit.

Would you please, calm down a second?

My heart'’s still going, like, 700 miles an hour.

All I was saying, is that,

if I approached him, casual-like,

then he wouldn'’t suspect anything was messed up.

and I... and I jus-- I could'’ve shooed him away.

Yeah. That's you, Mr. Casual.

[groans]

Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad.

-I don't like dogs. -Who doesn't like dogs?

Someone just afraid of getting caught

with the stolen corpse of his ex-girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend?

"Ex" because she's dead, Copernicus.

Uh-huh.

[Eli] You know what?

-As pleasant as this is... -What you want to give up?

...there's no law that says,

"We have to come out of this as friends."

I'’m...

just gonna listen to some music.

You can point which direction...

we need to go.

[uplifting music playing over cassette]

This way.

Great.

[Bethany] Let's get her higher.

[Eli breathes heavily]

[somber music playing]

So, how'd you meet her anyway?

-[Eli] What? -How did you meet Lizzie?

You can't go ten minutes without talking?

Give me a break.

I didn'’t bring anything to entertain myself.

And I'm trying to get to know my sister's savior.

Um, how'’d you meet?

You don't know the story?

I was the arts editor of the school paper.

She wanted to do a write up on a movie.

I met up with her at the newspaper office

to get the videotape, La Revanche des Mortes Vivantes,

but... I couldn't find it, so I walked her home,

assigned her Masks instead.

No, no, no. No. I know that story.

That's how she met you. How did you meet her?

I was the editor of the art section--

Come on, man. I... I heard that story 100 times.

Our mom ate that meet-cute shit up.

So?

So, whatever happened to the tape?

Did it ever turn up?

-No. -How come?

-Maybe, someone stole it. -Maybe, it never existed at all.

[grunts]

I don't understand what you're getting at.

I know Lizzie, and I know you, now,

and I call bullshit on this whole thing.

She wanted to review the movie, right?

-So? -So, I think you said

you had the tape when you didn't.

So, you could get her to come to your office

so you could...

-Whoa-- -No, charm her.

Okay.

-Okay. I'm right? -No, but even if you were--

Even if I was, that meant

that you lied to Lizzie to get her to talk to you.

You targeted her for your seduction.

-[grunts] -And if--

You're not a criminal.

People do that kind of shit all the time.

I just...

I just wanted to know how you met her,

How'd you decided that she was the one

that you wanted to be with.

Okay, fine. Don't tell me.

Just know you're not as smooth as you think you are.

I was in the library a few weeks earlier.

I knew it.

She was wearing that Iggy and the Stooges shirt

that just scream,

"I want people to think I don't give a shit."

[suspenseful music playing]

[chuckles] Well, it worked on me.

She floated through the aisles like a ghost.

I was studying.

So, I watched her out of the corner of my eye...

until I saw her...

Saw her what?

She was crying.

Reading some novel.

The Master and Margarita. You know it?

Imagine that.

Not giving a shit about anything

and crying at a 50-year-old Russian novel.

How could you resist?

-Come on. -No-- Um--

I'm just saying I get it. She was one of a kind.

It's weird, though, you know.

You'll have to be more specific.

After a while...

that wasn'’t who she was around me.

She changed who she was?

I guess not.

She stopped being the sad ghost floating through the aisles,

weeping at dead Soviet authors?

I don't know if I ever saw

that Iggy and the Stooges shirt again after that.

So?

So, when I close my eyes and I think of her...

I think of her in that shirt.

I may have only seen her wear it once.

That's '‘cause it's my shirt.

What?

It'’s my shirt. She stole it from me.

Oh.

Maybe you didn't really know her at all.

Okay.

That's why she never was who she was,

when you closed your eyes and thought of he--

Is there a reason you're being mean

-to me? -No-- Uh.

Not really. Something to do, I guess.

-No, wait. No. -Okay.

No. No, wait. I'’m... I'm sorry.

She really did like dead Russian authors.

[chuckles] I know.

She used to make me read to her...

The Brothers Karamazov...

on long bus rides down to...

Portland or San Francisco,

and she'’d fall asleep on my shoulder, and...

just when I thought she was completely asleep

and I could stop,

she'’d snap her eyes open and ask what Katya was up to.

-Sounds like her. -[chuckles]

What?

I don't know how it ends.

I never finished the novel.

We stopped taking long bus rides, I guess.

You could just watched the movie.

-There's a movie? -Yeah. Captain Kirk, is in it.

-No shit. -Some arts editor you are.

[chuckles] Well,

I was only in it for the free concert tickets.

-And the hot piece of ass. -[chuckles]

["Bullies for Christ" playing over speakers]

I went to the library the other day.

She loved the library.

[cutlery clinking]

And I was looking through this book.

It was about Spiritualism in the 1800s.

Yeah?

You'’re going to think this is crazy.

-[Eli] I won't. -[Bethany] Promise?

Promise.

♪ Bless you for wisdom and judgement ♪

♪ Our two most heavenly things ♪

♪ Bless you for giving us courage ♪

[Eli] How we looking?

[Bethany] Uh, I think we'll be okay.

[Eli] Okay, enough that we can stop

-and eat? -[Bethany sighing]

Let's give it a half hour.

We'’ll stop at the stream coming up.

[Eli] Okay. [pants]

[suspenseful music playing]

[both grunt]

[Eli] You know, I've never really been scared of the dark.

-And now? -[Eli] I guess,

I'm not really scared of the dark.

I just feel like a serial killer is going to jump out

of the woods and get us.

We do already have a dead body with us.

[Eli] What does that have anything to do with it?

Serial killers don't kill other serial killers.

It would be a professional faux pas.

Well, we're not serial killers.

[scoffs] Broadcast that to the whole valley.

-Why don't you? -[Eli scoffs]

[grunts]

Serial killers aren't real anyway.

[Eli] We'’re about to use dark magic

to reanimate your dead sister,

but you don't think serial killers are real?

I mean, there are actual people who killed in a series,

but violent crimes have gone down like crazy

in the last ten years.

You wanna know why?

[Eli] Better police?

It's the lead in the air.

-[Eli] Lead? -Uh-huh.

Do you remember when we were younger

and they stopped using lead paint

'cause it was making a bunch of kids all weird and retarded?

Ah, I think you're supposed to say "mentally handicapped."

Right. Sincere apologies.

We used to breathe in that same lead

from gasoline in cars. We would ingest lead

like we were drinking pints of paint. And--

I don't know, it made people more violent.

[Eli] What about that guy a couple weeks ago

-killing those men in Milwaukee. -[Bethany] Oh.

Those were his lovers.

That was a weird sex thing. It'’s totally different.

[Eli] So, you're saying

as long as I haven't had sex with anyone demented,

-it should be okay. -Yeah. I mean, except for--

-Whoa! -[Eli] Whoa! Oh--

Fuck!

You could never take a joke, you bitch.

Ah!

Here, I got you. Just hang onto me.

My hero.

You don'’t have to. I'’ll be--

-You could be injured. -Nah. I'’m fine. I'’m not.

Just give me a second.

[both pant]

Okay.

Let's go dig up my sister for the second time today.

[grunts]

You sure you're gonna be okay?

-Do you want to turn back? -Of course, not.

What does it matter then? We have to keep going.

Well, you could wait here, and rest,

and catch up with me-- Us...

Or Lizzie and I can come back for you.

Fat fucking chance.

Fine I just wanted to make sure you're okay?

[whispers] I'’m fine.

[grunts]

[Eli] Uh, I... I think the bag'’s caught on something.

Gee, nothing gets by you.

No, I mean the bag like the fabric.

[Eli] Just hold on.

I got it. It just need some elbow grease.

Would you relax?

-[Bethany] Fucking no! I won't. -You ripped the bag again.

[Bethany] We have more duct tape.

I used the last of it taping it up the first time.

Why wouldn't you tell me that?

What was I supposed to say? "We better not drop her again,

because that was the last of the duct tape"?

-Yeah! That! Exactly that. -Well, I didn't.

Jesus Christ.

We're almost at the creek. Eat something.

Your blood sugar is probably low,

which is why you're being a dick.

What would you know about my blood sugar?

Just eat your fucking PB&J, please.

We're wasting time.

We're going slower than I thought,

now I'm limping, and you wanna stop for a snack?

You know, my dad always said

that Napoleon used to tell his butlers

"I'’m in a hurry. Dress me slowly."

[Bethany] What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

I don't know. It means,

"Eat your fucking sandwich and we'll both be happier."

Five minutes.

[sighs]

[soft music playing]

You know, I always wanted one of those growing up.

Peanut butter and jelly sandwich?

Why?

I'm first generation.

My parents are from India, so...

when I was growing up,

I was always jealous of the kids

who had their bologna and cheese with mustard on Wonder Bread.

And the sound that those brown bags made

when you opened them up in the cafeteria.

[munches]

That's what it meant to me to be truly American.

And it'’s what told me

that no matter how close I got...

I'’d still always be an imposter.

My lunch was always chana masala and a chutney sandwich

wrapped in tinfoil in a ShopRite bag.

[munches]

Hey...

It's masala the same to me.

That's racist.

Here.

You're officially an American.

Thank you.

It's not all it'’s cracked up to be.

Don't you feel better now?

That Napoleon...

he sure knew what he was talking about.

Except for when he tried to conquer Russia in the winter.

[sighs]

What's with you and Russia? You a Soviet spy or something?

You found me out, Comrade. Now, I must kill you.

-Oh! -[Bethany chuckles]

Come on. We gotta get moving.

[water rippling]

Fucking finally.

[Bethany] Wait. What are you doing?

-I have to-- You know. -[Bethany] Piss?

-Yeah. -Well, don't do it here.

-I'’m downstream from you. -[Bethany] I don't care.

Finish filling up your thing, and then, I'’ll go.

Animals drink out of this.

I don't want them drinking your piss. That's gross.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Go against a tree or something?

-Oh, my God. -Yeah. I agree.

How annoying it must be to be so right all the time.

[Bethany] Yeah, it's torture.

Hey... ask for permission.

Excuse me?

Ask for permission to piss in the woods.

Is this some sort of sex thing?

Not from me, asshole, from the woods!

Oh. Yep. That makes a ton more sense.

We're approaching sacred grounds.

The same spirits we're asking to help save Lizzie

live here in the woods. Probably.

It's important that we respect them.

Is this in the book, too?

[Bethany] No, it's just good manners.

Hmm. What am I supposed to say?

I don't know. Introduce yourself.

Ask if you may pass through their land.

-[Eli] They speak English? -Do you speak S'klallam?

They'’re spirits. I think they'll get it.

You're deranged.

-Just do it just to be safe. -[Eli] Whatever.

[Bethany sighs]

-[sighs] -[zipper hissing]

Spirits.

May I, please, pass through your land and...

relieve myself in your forest?

[urinating]

[zipper hissing]

-What's that? -Jesus, Eli. You scared me.

Gotta put a bell on you or something.

Were you, uh, whispering to the creek there?

Nothing. Just asking for permission to pass through.

Just like you.

Okay. And that thing?

Yeah. It'’s just water.

We need it for the ceremony. It'’s a life force. Duh.

Yeah. Duh.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Eli] Can I, uh, see that thing again?

-What thing? -[Eli] The, uh, ceremony

from the book you read at the library.

-We got to get moving. -[Eli] Just for a second.

I don't see anything about water.

Jesus, Eli, it's June. It's dry.

You want me to dump it back in the creek? I will.

-Let's just go. -No, no, no.

I want to waste more time

fighting about a little bit of water.

-How's your ankle feeling? -Fucking great.

Then you're walking backwards.

-[Bethany] Fuck! -[Eli] What?

It's cold.

Keep her high.

I don'’t want the bag getting wet.

Just my luck,

I'’ll get trench foot because of this.

How we looking?

[Bethany] I think we'll be okay.

[creature growling]

What was that?

Is it a bear?

Are there even bears in Washington?

Let's pick up the pace.

["Bullies for Christ" playing over speakers]

♪ We can take one in the hand and three in the heart... ♪

You think we can...

bring her back?

I know it.

[creature growling]

-[Eli breathes heavily] -[Bethany] Eli, slow down.

-What the fuck is that? -[Eli] I don't know.

-[Bethany] Careful! -[Eli] It'’s getting closer!

[Bethany] Are we headed straight for it?

[breathes heavily]

[creature growling]

Over there.

-[pants] -[pants] Okay.

[creature growling in distance]

Kill the light. It'’s following the light.

-Kill it. -[Bethany gasps]

-[Eli grunting] -[Bethany shushing]

It's getting closer. Come on. We got to go.

-Help me get her up! -We got to go.

-We'll come back for her. -I'm not leaving her.

[Eli] That thing is going to eat us if we don't leave now.

No, I'm not leaving her.

-[pants] -[creature growling]

[tense music playing]

-[Eli grunting] -[groans] You...

-[Eli pants] -[creature growling in distance]

[creature paws scratching]

[creature growling]

[insects trilling]

[breathes heavily]

Shit.

[rock music playing over Walkman]

Hello?

Bethany?

[Bethany] Over here.

[Eli] You okay?

You just left her.

-I was trying to draw it away. -What about her?

She's already dead.

Bethany, that thing wouldn't hurt her.

You don'’t know that.

Well, it definitely would have hurt us.

She's all fucked up now.

She was already fucked up,

and there'’s like shit under her skin now.

-I didn't mean to drop her. -Well, you did anyway.

I'm sorry.

-I was scared. -Me, too.

Did you get a look at that thing?

-No. -[sighs]

Me neither.

Sorry you got a little jacked up there, Bitsy.

I hope you can forgive us.

Should we keep going?

[soft music playing]

It'’s all fucked up now.

[Eli] Of course, it's all fucked up.

We wouldn'’t be out here if everything was normal.

She was my own sister, and I wanted her to die.

Come on. You didn't want her to die.

[Bethany] I did.

She got all the attention that I wish I had gotten and...

I pretended I was a witch,

and I... I cast a spell on her to kill her.

[Eli] You were a little kid.

I meant it, though.

[Eli] But now you're trying to bring her back.

Even if you meant it.

Even if you wished you were dead every night of your life.

People change, Bethany. You realized you were wrong.

You realized how much you love Lizzie,

and you let her know.

At least she knew how much you loved her

while she was still alive.

What if we get to The Zone, and we do everything right,

and she comes back all fucked up like this?

I don't know.

[Bethany] We don't really have the option

of bringing her back good as new, now do we?

You don't think that the same mystical power

that can breathe life back into a corpse

can fix a couple of cuts on her face?

[Bethany] That'’s not how it works.

-How do you know? -I don't.

So, maybe it is how it works.

Maybe she'll come back good as new.

Like that scar she got on her arm

when she was 13, gone.

Even her tattoo, gone.

That'’s not funny.

-What do you mean? -What do you mean?

Lizzie doesn't have a tattoo. She'd never get a tattoo.

Okay.

[Bethany] She's afraid of needles.

-I know. -[Bethany] Where is it?

[chuckles softly] Don't worry about it.

-Where the fuck is it? -Between her shoulder blades.

-She's afraid of needles. -She really wanted it.

-It'’s from-- -I know what it's from.

I was pulling for Poo Tee Weet.

Jeez. You think you know a girl.

Maybe you didn't really know her at all.

I suppose you think I deserve that.

Lizzie was hard to know. I think. To truly know.

[wistful music playing]

She used to haunt me even when she was alive.

If I remember correctly, it was you who haunted her

at the library.

She used to write things

on the inside covers of my books.

-What? -[Eli] As different people.

She'd adopt a persona

and grab my copy of Mother Night or Lord of the Flies

or The Wizard of Oz off the shelf and write,

"This is my favorite book ever."

"But then again, who am I?" on the inside.

Always with a different handwriting.

Always with a lovely note about how much I meant to her,

this person she was pretending to be.

Lizzie was weird.

Don't I know it.

[Eli] She wrote weird love notes to me for a full summer

a couple years back.

I was back in Chicago working for my dad's factory,

and we mailed the notebook back and forth to each other

every week.

You wanna know what the inside of that said?

"This is my favorite book ever."

"Ten bucks says this ends up in a pile one day."

"If somebody finds it,

they better remember

that there was love inside here once."

Wow.

The rest of it was filled with...

pin numbers

and rules of the New York Stock Exchange,

absent minded notes about soup,

and how much she hated the skateboarders at the park.

Attempts at changing her handwriting.

She really hated those skateboarders.

[Eli] Hmm.

I think that notebook was the closest thing

I'll ever have to the contents of her brain.

Who she really was.

Scattered.

Contradictory.

Security code X2999.

"I walked into a file cabinet today."

"'Take On Me' reminds me of you."

Why are you doing this?

You don't believe in any of this.

[sighs] I just...

I just hope I get to see her again.

She can fill up more pages in that notebook.

And just like you.

You thought you would have more time with Lizzie.

Like there was never supposed to be a period

at the end of the last sentence you said to her.

Maybe you didn't even mean the last sentence

you said to her, but you knew

you'd be able to take it back in the morning.

And you're still waiting for that morning to come.

Now, you're trying to do something

that is objectively impossible, right?

Just on the off chance that on this day,

in these woods,

the old book you found in the library

is telling the truth.

But you're not out here based on empirical evidence.

There isn'’t a... a line of people six miles long

trying to bring their loved ones back from the dead.

So, we are both just hoping...

that if we want it hard enough...

we can erase the period at the end of that sentence.

So, it is no more crazy to believe

that she'll come out of the ground all fixed up.

But not if we don't get a move on. So, let's go.

Are we doing this or what?

"This is my favorite book ever."

Don't start.

What do we do with this bag now?

[Eli] Uh, don't throw it away.

-[Bethany] Evidence? -Littering.

You'’re making that poor Native American man cry.

You know that guy is actually Italian, right?

-Of course he is. -Grab her legs.

["Bullies for Christ" playing over speakers]

[Eli] When is the solstice?

[Bethany] 2:53 a.m.

Tonight?

It'’s a sign.

But we have to move fast.

And I can't do it without you.

Why is it so much more difficult now that she's out of the bag?

-Because we have to look at her. -That's not what I mean.

It is, though.

We can all do things we never thought we would

as long as we don't have to look at the people

we'’re doing them to.

There was this psych experiment they used back in the '60s

to see if Nazis were just following orders.

They asked the test subject to give an electric shock

to a person on the other side of a wall. And they did it.

And the scientists kept increasing the voltage

over and over until it was at a lethal dose.

Meanwhile, the person on the other side of the wall

is an actor

not actually hooked up to anything.

But the test subject doesn't know that.

They just hear someone screaming for help.

And you know what happened?

Milgram's experiment'’s been largely debunked.

Excuse me?

[both panting]

[Eli] Psych major, dude.

A little over half the participants

refused to shock the actor beyond a certain point.

And the people that did keep zapping,

a majority of them figured out it was fake.

I guess the actor wasn't super good.

-Hmm. -The Stanford prison thing, too.

Zimbardo made such a bad faith experiment

that it never got properly submitted for peer review.

But for some reason we love to think

that we can all be capable

of committing atrocities if given the right stimuli.

Turns out Nazis are still Nazis, I guess.

[breathes heavily]

I literally just meant that she'’s hard to move like this.

You actually believe in all your conspiracies?

Why wouldn'’t I?

-I don't know. -Yes, you do.

-I don't. -Yes, you literally do.

You were about to say something.

I... I don't want to talk about it.

What am I going to do? Am I going to get mad?

-No, it's not a big deal. -Then say it.

Maybe we should just take a break from talking, please.

-What are you doing? -Don'’t do that.

-No, no. -[Eli] Hey! What the hell?

[Bethany] Don't do that.

Don't retreat into some fucking grief shrine...

What the hell?

...when I'’m standing right here

trying to have an actual conversation with you.

I think you might just like to stir

some shit to sound smart.

-I am smart. -I know.

-So, why would I stir shit? -I don't know.

Maybe you're worried that other people

don't think you're smart, which I do.

Wow.

You are a psych major.

Cum Laude, baby.

Can I go get my Walkman now?

We'’ll never find it now. Let'’s get it on the way back.

[sighs]

[soft music playing]

-You mad at me? -No.

I really do think you're smart.

And I really do think

that the switch to unleaded gasoline

is an indicator for drop in violent homicides.

Aliens, though?

What did Carter find out that he didn'’t want to tell us?

-[Bethany grunts] -[Eli] Push.

Is this on the map?

This one tree? I don't think so.

Just trying to see if we're going the right way.

Uh...

I think we're getting close.

What if this is a bad idea?

[tense music playing]

What the fuck is that?

-Is that a fucking hand? -It'’s the City of Mary.

[Eli] You know what happened here?

[Bethany] That symbol was in the book.

What does it mean?

-We don't have to do this, Eli. -What does it mean?

It's her mark.

Her watchful hand. Many become one.

We're not supposed to be here.

He was going there.

We'’re swallowing pride here, right?

What if we just swallow our pride and go back?

-[Eli] Grab her legs. -I'm serious.

[Eli] Grab her legs.

Hey.

We can do this.

Okay.

[Eli] You're a good sister. You know that?

[Bethany] What makes you say that?

[Eli] It's true.

[Bethany] You don'’t actually know that.

[Eli] Sure I do.

[Bethany] You learned that from a couple of Thanksgivings

and my grandma's 80th birthday.

-Oh, this. Here. -[Eli] Yeah.

[Bethany] What if I'm not sure this is what she wants?

[Eli] Well, I thought heaven was a myth.

[Bethany] Well, it is.

But even if it isn't, Lizzie isn't actually there.

The point is, you don't know what kind of person I am.

Or what kind of sister I am. Do you?

[Eli] Well, I like to think

I'm pretty good judge of character.

You're a horrible judge of character, Eli.

-One of the worst. -[Eli] What's going on with you?

You were right, okay?

I ironically believe in shit

that I think might make me sound smart and interesting.

Maybe it's the MTV generation in me.

Maybe this time I took it too far.

Come on.

[Bethany] You want me to admit it?

I don't believe in any of this shit.

No resurrection, no aliens, no fluoride.

I just...

I just miss her.

And you love her so much.

It's not right to get your hopes up like this.

So, maybe we just forget the whole thing,

and we turn around and we go home.

-[Eli] And then what? -What do you mean?

[Eli] The story's not finished yet.

We need to know the answer.

You're not going to know the answer.

Well, I... I'm not stupid.

I know just because some weird whatever they're called--

Cultists, Spiritualists, City of Mary--

hung a fucked up dream catcher,

it doesn't mean that any of this is real.

She's not going to come back.

But at least we'll have the end of the story.

What story, Eli?

If we turn back now and just give up,

then what is it all mean?

We just took a walk in the woods with a corpse one night

and decided against performing an ancient magical ritual.

It's unsatisfying.

Are you at a fucking cocktail party right now?

Who are you telling this story to?

Anyone.

That's what this is, isn't it?

It's you a month from now, at a party,

telling a bunch of coeds about how fucking romantic you are

that you stole your ex-girlfriend's body

and you dabbled in necromancy for a night.

-No. -It is, isn't it?

"Ten bucks says this ends up in a pile one day."

I'’m trying to say goodbye in a fitting way.

She always had these grand gestures.

Now, it's my turn.

I'm going to bury her with this.

-How fucking romantic. -You know what? It is romantic.

[Bethany] Why?

So, you can milk a year or two of being wounded puppy?

Death isn't romantic, Eli.

It's your organs failing one by one

until your brain shuts off due to lack of oxygen.

I wasn't there for her.

When she wanted that tattoo.

Ever, really. But she was so afraid.

So afraid of needles. And she asked me to be there.

And I...

I don't know. I...

I just wasn't.

I took her for granted.

And she cried the entire time...

over that stupid tattoo.

But she just wanted it so bad because, it...

-Because what? -[Eli] No, nothing.

Now is not the time for secrets, Eli.

[sighs]

She wanted it because it was something permanent

she could do to herself.

Something that her family wouldn't approve of

but couldn't take away from her.

That was her problem.

She was always trying to do something permanent.

I don't want to do this anymore.

You can go home.

I'll carry her the rest of the way myself.

You don't know the incantation.

It's all made up anyway, right? What the fuck do you care?

What did you two fight about, Eli?

What does it matter?

-It matters to me. -Nothing.

It wasn't a fight.

Then why did she call me crying?

[Eli] I'm not giving this up.

If you tell me, I'll come with you.

We can do this, right?

We can bring her back. I promise.

[Eli] Fuck off.

[Bethany] I know the incantation. I swear.

I promise. We can finish the story.

-Then you'll know for sure. -No.

Come on. She is too heavy to carry

the rest of the way on your own.

-[coughs, pants] -[Bethany] What was it?

What did she say to you?

[Eli] What does it even matter now?

If it doesn't matter, why won't you tell me?

It's not going to make you feel good.

None of this makes me feel good, Eli.

It's not your fault, okay? You're absolved.

What, and this is going to absolve you?

What did she say to you?

What was so terrible that it made you want to walk

into the woods for nine miles to bury her?

She said I love you.

-Bullshit. -[Eli] It's not bullshit.

[mouths] I love you.

[wistful music playing]

Right when Lizzie and I started dating,

we were walking home from a party.

I remember it super well because it was snowing.

And it never, ever snows up here.

Not like in Chicago.

And Lizzie got a little drunk and started improvising ballet

in the street on the walk back to her dorm.

And she told me.

She told me that when she was younger,

like 12 or 13,

she tried to kill herself in the bathtub.

No, she didn't.

[Eli] She says your dad found her, cleaned her up,

and took her to the hospital.

She was dead eight minutes,

and the doctors brought her back.

Brought her back.

I don't know where you were. Maybe you were out with friends.

You didn'’t need to be her clown anymore, I guess.

Her mistake, she said, snow clinging to her eyelashes,

is that she cut her veins the wrong way.

You have to slice down like you're splitting a hot dog.

Warm water in the bathtub keeps it from closing up.

Next time...

she wouldn't make the same mistake.

And you know what I thought?

The only single thing that crossed my mind in that moment?

Thank God I found this girl so I could save her.

That never happened.

-[Eli] It did. -I'm telling you.

And I am telling you.

I found her in the bathtub the other night,

three years after she danced in the snow in a trance.

She hadn't done anything to herself,

but she was singing this song.

"Take On Me?"

It sounded like the end of Cabaret or something.

[sighs]

When I asked her what it was, she said...

a list of all the reasons not to kill herself.

But the song was almost over.

♪ That's the reason Life's worth living at all ♪

-Meaning what? -[Eli] Exactly.

But three years after I promised I would be her savior

while watching her dance in the snow...

I was tired.

The shine was off the apple, and...

it turns out dating a suicidal girl

wasn't all it's cracked up to be.

Try being related to one.

I told her I couldn't take care of her anymore.

Her life was her responsibility.

That I would stay someplace else while she packed up her things.

I know.

How could I?

[sighs]

We didn't fight... at all.

She was completely calm.

She just left.

She said goodbye.

She said "I love you."

She didn't call you from my house.

Must have been the payphone down the street.

There were no skid marks on the road, Bethany.

She didn't hit the brakes before she went into the water.

She didn't fall asleep at the wheel.

Don't you think I know that?

Whether she meant to or not, it was a mistake.

She shouldn't have done it, and we're going to undo it.

And you won't have to feel guilty anymore.

The psychology books say this is a form of abuse.

Someone holding themselves hostage,

threatening to kill themselves if their partner leaves.

That wasn't this.

I wasn't there for her.

I gave up on her.

And I'll never forgive myself for it.

No matter if she held herself hostage or not.

I'’ll be damned if I give up on her again, though.

Grab her legs. We're running out of time.

[mysterious music playing]

It should just be up through these trees.

We gonna have enough time to bury her?

[Bethany] If my arms will even hold the shovel.

Okay.

-[Bethany] Eli? -What?

I'’m not mad.

-Okay. -[Bethany] But I have to ask.

What?

How often did you read through that notebook?

The one that contains all of Lizzie's brain.

-Uh, I don't know, why? -[Bethany] I just want to know.

A lot, I guess.

Did you ever read through the parts that were your brain?

-Mm-mm. -[Bethany] Why not?

I guess because I know my brain.

Reading through it wouldn't be interesting to me.

I don't think that's it.

-[Eli] Oh, you don't. Do you? -No. Not if we're being honest.

And there's no reason to not be honest at this point.

So, why then?

[Bethany] I think '‘cause you knew you were faking it.

You romanticized your every thought

and wrote some epic poetry

to be the Marc Antony to her Cleopatra.

I don't blame you.

It's whatever. It'’s what young lovers do.

It's just that maybe all of that notebook

wasn't really who she was. At least not all of who she was.

Just like it wasn'’t all of you.

You might be right.

But I'’d rather she is, who she is in that notebook

than the dead girl in the bathtub.

Fair enough.

Sometimes we all just see what we want to see.

Now, who's the Psych major?

Art history, baby.

We're here.

[tense music playing]

[Eli] You think we can bring her back?

I know it.

["Bullies for Christ" playing over speakers]

But we have to move fast.

And I can't do it...

without you.

[both pant]

Before we do this...

I have to ask if you're entering on your own free will.

Of course.

Because this isn't going to work at all

if you're being forced to do this.

-[Eli] I'm not. -Are you sure?

We're wasting time.

Okay.

[mysterious music playing]

-We have, like, 15 minutes. -We'll make it.

I want you know something.

-What's that? -Whether...

whether or not this works, I don't hate you.

-[chuckles] Thanks. -You're selfish,

and you don'’t know what you want but you're here for Lizzie.

I appreciate that.

-[groans] -You too.

[shovels clinking, scraping]

It's nice here.

You know, I'’m feeling a lot more

clear-headed out here in the wilderness.

Yeah?

Must be because we'’re away

from all those microwave transmissions

the government's using to control people's minds.

-Yeah, that must be it. -[chuckles]

This should be good enough.

[mysterious music playing]

This is it, L.

What now?

God damn it.

What?

I just remembered my neighbor has a wheelbarrow.

[both chuckle]

-Next time. -[Eli chuckling]

There better not be a next time.

There always is. Drink this.

What?

[Bethany] Just water from the creek, drink it.

Why?

[Bethany] It's part of the ceremony.

-You said-- -I know what I said.

Just drink it.

[ominous music playing]

All of it.

-[Eli] You don't need any? -I already had some.

-What is that? -Blood.

[Eli] Whose blood is that?

It wasn'’t a bear.

That thing back there? It was a wolf.

A big wolf.

What did you do to it?

♪ You gotta let True love depart ♪

♪ And let sickness Fill your broken heart... ♪

What are you doing?

♪ '‘Cause that'’s the reason Life'’s worth living at all.. ♪

[Eli] Why are you singing that?

-That's the-- -I know what it is, Eli.

I just want you to know whatever happens,

it's nothing personal.

I like you. You're a nice enough guy.

It's kind of a shame

you'll never know who we really are.

What are you talking about?

Never mind. Ah, I don'’t feel bad.

What the fuck's going on?

It'’s the solstice. It'’s time.

[Eli] Bethany, you're scaring me.

Don't be scared.

It's all over. It's already over.

-What? -People in hell are starving

while the people in heaven feast.

Stop. Just stop.

[Bethany] The people in hell are starving

-while the people-- -When are you doing?

[crowd chanting] The people in hell are starving

while the people in heaven...

...while the people in heaven feast.

[crowd] The people in hell are starving

while the people in heaven feast.

Stop! Just stop!

[chanting indistinctly]

[overlapping chanting]

[Eli] Get behind me.

[chuckles] Tell that one at your next dinner party.

You know these people.

We'’re bringing Lizzie back. We can'’t do it alone.

Why are they here?

[Bethany] You should have listened to me

when I asked you to turn back.

I pitied you. You could have saved yourself.

[Eli] Why are they here, Bethany?

You can't have creation without destruction, Elijah.

You should have read Lizzie's brain

a little more closely.

"It's my all time favorite book."

Stop.

[Bethany] What's the inscription?

-Stop it. -Come on. You know it.

"Ten bucks says this ends up in a pile one day."

Read it again.

"Ten bucks says this ends up in a pyre one day."

[indistinct chanting]

-It wasn't my fault. -I know.

[Eli] I didn't mean to let h--

[Bethany] Look, you got to forgive yourself.

It's not because you let her die.

It's not even because

you weren't that good of a boyfriend.

You're selfish, but you're not selfish enough

to be home asleep in bed right now.

Available.

Less important to me than my sister.

It was always going to happen this way.

You were just there.

I'm sorry.

-It doesn'’t matter. -I'’m--

[chanting ends abruptly]

[breathes heavily]

I told you to let me go.

I told you to let me go this time.

-[Bethany] I disagreed with you. -Fuck off.

[Bethany] You knew I was going to bring you back.

If you wanted to stay dead,

you wouldn't have killed yourself

three days before the solstice.

A-ha.

Did you fucking drop me?

He did.

God damn it, Eli.

[Bethany] He brought your notebook with him.

What?

He loved you, you know?

But I had to make a choice.

Poor Eli.

-Come on, let's go. -Just give me a second.

I'm sorry.

Sun'’s going to come up soon.

[Lizzie] Okay, I'm coming.

Fuck. My face hurts.

[mysterious music playing]

[birds chirping]

I know about the tattoo.

"So it goes?"

Can we talk about this later? I'm exhausted.

You'’re tired? I had to do this while carrying you.

You don't get bonus points for suffering the most, Betsy.

You sound like Mom.

Whatever.

You couldn't have parked any closer?

Would have been too suspicious.

There were some kids humping in it when we came by.

[Lizzie] Ew. Gross.

Blessing in disguise, really.

I just hope they didn'’t move the-- Yeah. Hmm.

[Lizzie] Ugh. God, it smells.

[Bethany] Okay. Come on.

[car engine revving]

Thank you.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Bethany] And I can't do it without you.

So?

I'’m in.

["1000 Years of Waiting" playing]

♪ One thousand years ♪

♪ One thousand years ♪

♪ One thousand years ♪

♪ One thousand years ♪

♪ Now I stand On your promised land ♪

♪ Where the sun Meets the world ♪

♪ Your voice becomes a mess ♪

♪ And I'll suffer as we tell ♪

♪ One thousand years ♪

♪ One thousand years ♪

♪ One thousand years ♪

♪ One thousand years ♪