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Ready? Okay. Fire it up... Spartans!

Fire it up... Spartans!

Fire it up... Spartans!

Fire it up... Spartans.

This is hot. Do you think we can get tan from this?

It's fire. That's what the sun is, right?

- No you cannot get tan from a fire. - Why not?

The sun is a giant ball of fire.

- What does that remind you of? - I don't know.

Mmm. This is exquisite. Here.

Don't burn yourself.

Here. Here. Here.

- Don't burn it. Don't burn it. - I'm not.

Get it nice and brown.

- I'm getting it. - Are there any more marshmallows?

Oh, here's one.

I'll be right back.

Don't worry about that. Here. Here. Oh, it's warm.

Excuse me.

It's all over my hands.

Hmm.

C'mon.

- Is there a problem? - Um. No.

Good.

Ah. Okay.

This is all just happening a little too fast.

What's a girl gotta do to get laid?

Oh, God!

Help.

Oh, no.

Please.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, mouthwash

breath strips, pore strips, oxy wash, tweezers, contact solution

barrettes, body pens, moisturizer, shampoo and conditioner,

Volumax gel spray, for extra shine and long-lasting volume.

Hair dryer, curler, straightener, brush, scrunchies, deodorant, makeup

glitter, nail clippers, polish, tampons, bug spray, cough drops, towels, bed sheets,

comforter, alarm clock, focal camera, cheerleading uniforms, practice and stuff,

cheer shoes, bloomers, ribbons, pom-poms, T-shirts, personal first aid kit,

sunglasses, sunscreen, swim suit, flip-flops, shorts, socks, underwear,

- and an ample supply of spirit. - In case you run into

a spirit stick?

We're going to be at Spirit Camp.

It's 100 miles from nowhere.

I don't think you are going to be needing those.

The boys camp is right across the lake. You never know.

Okay. I hate to break it to you.

But the boy cheerleaders across the lake are gay.

We could meet a cute guy along the way.

A girl should always be prepared in case she meets the man of her dreams.

Or nightmares. I mean, you've heard the stories about Lumis Lake, right?

What stories?

What stories?

Where is Amber? I'm ready to go.

She's, uh, indisposed at the moment.

You tell her that if she's not down here in 30 seconds,

I'm leaving without her.

She won't listen. She doesn't listen to you.

Why do you think she's going to listen to me?

Hey, I just call'em like I see'em.

Oh, my God. It so long.

I don't think I can handle it.

This is going to be a major test of our relationship.

We've never been apart for a whole week before.

I'm just going to die without you.

I miss you already.

Would you take that stupid thing off!

- So. I said I missed you. - Me too. Me too, baby.

So, do you think we can, uh, you know... it's going to be a whole week.

- Is that all you think about? - Basically.

- Do you have something? - Do I really need something?

If you want something, then yes, you need something.

Okay.

Mom, can't you knock?

I've gotta be back here by six,

and it takes at least two hours to get to the lake.

- Alright, I'm coming. - I'm sure you are.

- Get out of here you little twerp! - Amber!

Mom, make the little retard get out of my room.

I think this type of verbal abuse could negatively impact my development.

I don't have time for this. On the driveway. Now!

Don't think I don't know what's going on in here.

You want me to keep quiet? It's going to cost you.

- Hey! What's up, girl? - Kisses.

- Hi girls. - Thank you so much for driving, Ms. P.

- We've nominated you official spirit mom. - Oh, how sweet. That's nice.

That doesn't obligate me to do anything further, does it?

No, Ms. P. Just an honorary title.

- Oh, great. - And look at you...

- don't you just look adorable? - Yes, I know.

Spawn of Satan.

Now, I know Blaire's not tiny...

but she more than makes up for it in spirit.

And spirit's what counts.

Besides, maybe she can go on a diet?

Oh, my God, ya'll! I'm so excited.

A lot of spirit.

Does anyone know how to get to Sierra Vista?

I'm really not familiar with that area.

We don't really have to pick her up, do we?

I'm sure she's a nice girl. She's just not as privileged

as the rest of us.

- She's a skank. She spent a year in juvie. - I heard she killed the guy.

If she killed a guy, I doubt Counselor Evans would recommend

cheering as part of her rehabilitation.

A week at Spirit Camp very camp is going to transform a serial killer?

Never underestimate the power of cheer.

It's a proven fact that kids involved in extracurricular activities

do better in school and get in less trouble.

But that obviously hasn't worked in your case.

Shut up!

- Make me. - Knock it off.

Cheering knows no race, color

or socioeconomic status. I say we give her a shot.

Even if she is white trash.

Nikki!

- Looks like your friends are here. - They're not my friends, dad.

You gonna rush off without saying goodbye?

Goodbye!

Welcome aboard our spirit bus.

- Oh, God. - Hi. Dwayne Hicks.

Listen, you girls be good now, and don't do anything that I wouldn't do.

Yeah. We'll try not to knock up any strippers. We can go now.

Bon voyageeeeee!

Oh, my God. I just spent an hour disinfecting an outhouse.

Great, so it's safe for me?

Oh, I guarantee that you won't catch a thing from the toilet seat.

But I can't guarantee you that the toilet seat

won't catch something from you.

Oh, in your dreams, honey.

Brent, I thought you said this was clean.

Brent? Is that you?

Mrs. Haddonfield?

What's going on here?

- Snake. - Are you okay, dear?

Oh, that's good. I see you met Jake, the groundskeeper.

He comes in very handy.

Jake, this is Lindsay. One of our cheer instructors.

We're very happy to have her here.

I'm expecting the campers any minute. I trust you have your curriculum planned?

- We are going to have so much fun. - Yes, we are.

Has anyone seen a sign for 521? I think we passed it.

Well, he just came out of nowhere, didn't he?

Call 911. It's an emergency, isn't it?

- I can't get a signal. - Like, what are we supposed to do now?

Hasn't anyone changed a tire before?

I am not using the restroom here.

This is creepy.

I don't think there's anybody here.

Shit!

Um, could you tell us how to get to route 521?

- Lumis Lake? - Yeah.

Y'all gonna die. Get carved into small, tiny pieces.

Take a hike, Slim. You're scaring the customers.

I'm sorry about that, ma'am. He's a little, ah...

521 is up about 3 miles on your left.

But with all the rain we've had lately, the bridge is a little washed out.

I'd go up a little further, take 629, cut over to 23

and that will take you right into Lumis Lake.

- Well, thank you. - You're welcome.

- Would you mind filling her up, please? - Yes, ma'am.

Hi, is there a restroom I can use?

Key's inside by the register.

He can pump me anytime.

Probably don't want to do that around here.

Yeah. Good call.

I need to quit anyway.

- Quitting is a bitch, isn't it? - Yeah.

- I'm Nikki. - Bobby.

- My hands are a little... - I'm not afraid of a little dirt.

Nice to meet you.

My pleasure.

That skank.

Oops.

- You sure you don't have to go? - Nope.

I get back on the highway, you're not going to change your mind?

Positive.

Everybody back on board?

- YES. - What?

I got a pee.

- Great. - Did you get left behind?

- I'm sure they didn't do it on purpose. - Don't count on it.

- You need a lift? - Could you?

C'mon.

Thanks, this is really sweet of you.

It's no trouble, really. Hell, you're the only customer we've had all day.

I don't think anybody will mind me leaving for a bit.

Besides, we don't get too many pretty girls come through here.

- Not after what happened. - What do you mean?

Don't worry. They caught the guy who did it.

At least, they think he did it. He's doing time at the Palace and all.

But still, people don't come around here like they used to.

Did what?

I thought everybody knew what happened at Lumis Lake?

Them two teenagers were killed.

Yeah, some sicko carved them up real good.

They're still not sure if he raped the girl before

or after he killed her. I say he did it after.

- Interesting. - Don't worry none.

They got him locked up tighter than a nut's ass.

Ain't nobody ever escaped from the Palace. Well, not recently.

Oh, well, I feel better.

Roads don't hold up to well during the rainy season.

What do you think?

- Should we go for it? - Sure.

Okay.

Well, we can hoof it. It's about 200 yards up from here.

Oh, no. I'll come around and get you.

Naw, it's okay. Like I said, I'm not afraid of a little dirt.

There's no sense in the two of us getting all messy.

But it's no fun getting messy all by yourself.

I am so excited to have you all here.

We have such a wonderful week planned for you.

And we're quite fortunate to have, two time national cheer champion

Lindsay Birdwell, and her cheer partner Brent Chambers, as instructors.

I want you all to have fun. But I also want you to have a safe week.

And I expect absolute compliance with the rules

of camp Lumis Lake.

And you should be already familiar with these

from the handout given to your parents.

And I know I don't need to remind you,

there are no off-camp privileges,

you cannot have cell phones, and you are not allowed visitors.

You girls can feel free to work on your tan.

But there's no swimming without supervision.

And if you want to use the canoe, you must wear a life preserver.

Also, I don't want you girls cliff diving either.

We had a really bad incident a few years back

when one of the girls got pushed and she didn't clear the bank.

Needless to say, she's not cheerleading anymore.

And I don't want you wandering around away from the campsite.

There is abandoned mining equipment and explosives

that could be dangerous.

They're supposed to have all that stuff cleared away,

but you never know.

Now I know I don't need to say this to this group...

because I know you're a bunch of really good girls.

But there is no smoking,

drinking, or drug use.

Curfew is 10 PM, with lights out at 11 PM.

- Is this understood? - Yes, Mrs. Haddonfield.

Okay. Well, then, I'm going to hand you over to Lindsay.

Alright. In two weeks,

you will be competing in the cheer nationals.

We're here to give you the tools it takes to win in that event.

Do you want to be a national champion?

- Yes. - I can't hear you.

- Yes. - That's pathetic.

Do you want to be a national champion?

- Yes. - Well, that's a start.

It takes spirit to be a champion.

And I don't have time for anybody who doesn't have spirit.

You must put the squad before yourself at all times.

There is no "I" in team.

- Do I make myself clear? - Yes.

There are two kinds of people in the world...

Cheerleaders, and those who wish they were.

And you can't be a cheerleader if you don't show up.

In my cheer camp, you get three conduct cuts, and then you go home.

- Well, thanks for the lift. - Maybe I'll see you around sometime?

Maybe.

You just got your first one.

Oh, no. Not a conduct cut.

- Just got another, want to go for three? - Why not, we're on a roll?

Do you really think that being written up as a discipline problem

is going to look good to your parole officer?

I know what you're doing...

Stay out of trouble for a year.

Become an upstanding member of the community.

Take on a few positive extracurricular activities.

And your legal problems just go away.

I've got a file on you.

But you want to know what really pisses me off?

Monthly cramps?

That you don't give a shit about cheering.

Everyone else is here because they live it, breathe it

eat it, sleep it. You owe them your respect.

So, let's see if you can put the squad first from now on?

All right, where's the other dirt bag hasn't shown up?

- I'm so not going to make the squad now. - Honey, I'm driving as fast as I can.

I'm holding you personally responsible.

Do you want me to stop, and you can walk the rest of the way?

It's, uh, pretty messy up ahead.

I couldn't make it through. You might want to walk.

- It's not that far. - Alright, thank you.

Well, looks like you got your wish.

Sweetie, don't leave mad.

Wait, I'll go with you.

I'm a big girl, mom. I'll be fine.

Shit. Oh...

I'll see you in a week. Okay, dear?

I love you.

So, where's my stuff?

Oh. I guess it's still in the van.

It's not like we left you on purpose.

I mean, maybe if you would've kept up with the group

instead of doing God knows what with that hillbilly.

Oh, my God. You guys. This is so un-spirit-like.

I think this is a great chance for us to bond as a squad.

If we each loan Nikki a day's worth of clothes she'll be fine.

I have an extra blanket you can borrow. And I always pack a spare toothbrush.

Problem solved.

Thanks.

Just because we don't run across goal lines

and slam dunk basketballs and make home runs

doesn't mean we can't change the score.

What we do is important, y'all.

I know we're all very different people.

And some of us are new to the squad and cheering.

But our diversity is our strength.

I think we can make this the best year ever.

Starting with nationals. And I just want to say

that I promise to you, I will put the squad above everything else.

I will make whatever sacrifices necessary for the squad.

And I hope you all will do the same.

It's a spirit band. We're spirit sisters now.

And spirit sisters are always there for each other.

Um, there's no bathroom.

Do we seriously not have indoor plumbing?

Jeanie Sue, you in there?

Well, Howdy, Sherif. Come on in.

One of your little campers is going to be

running around naked before long without these.

It's hard enough to get these girls to keep their clothes on, I swear.

So, what brings you out this way? I know you didn't come just to see me.

Well, it's, uh... It's not exactly good news.

Now, uh... before you get all worked up

I, uh... I just thought I'd come out here

- to let you know that, um... - What?

Teddy the Butcher escaped from the Palace last night.

Now, I don't think he's heading this direction. We had an eyewitness

account placed him in Fayette County, heading south. 150 miles from here.

You don't have a thing to worry about. We'll get him picked up.

If there's nothing to worry about, why bother telling me?

- It's just a precaution. - Maximum-security, my ass.

They couldn't keep little old me behind bars.

Yeah, but you're a firecracker.

- Stop. - Well, I best be going.

- Well, stop by anytime Sheriff. - Much obliged.

- Does he ever give you any trouble? - Jake?

Why, no. Oh, you don't still believe

those rumors about him, do you?

Well, my investigation never turned up any misconduct, but, uh...

He's always been a perfect gentleman with me.

- And I'm irresistible. - That you are.

You call me if you need anything.

And I'll be keeping my eye on things.

What did the sheriff want?

What a freak.

I mean, did you see her tattoos? She is so low rent.

They don't look that bad, do they?

Oh, my God. yes. She is so ghetto.

Not everyone with a tattoo's ghetto, are they?

- What's going on with you? - Nothing.

What did you do? You didn't?

No way. Let's see.

Oh, my God, it's so cute. I want one.

When did you get that?

About three weeks ago. Chance and I got them.

- They're matching. - That sucks that you broke up.

Speaking of men, I think I'm seriously having withdrawals.

- It's been four hours. - I can't stop thinking about him.

You need help.

Just go topless. No one's watching.

- What about Brent? - Believe me, he's not into boobs.

He's just one of the girls.

- Hey, girl. Aren't you going to join us? - No. I don't think so.

I burn really easy. I'm just going to go for a walk.

Alright. See you later.

Bye.

Poor girl.

I wouldn't be caught dead in a swimsuit, either.

Hey, how do you drive that thing?

What?

Hmm.

Um, hello?

Excuse me, is-is this a restroom?

Ew, that guy gives me the creeps.

He's kind of cute.

In an ax murderer kind of way.

I think you should date him.

And then you could get matching axe tattoos

every time you hack somebody up together.

Shut up!

That's good.

Just curious, is that a disciplinary tool?

Don't be silly. I just think it's a good idea

to be prepared in case of an emergency.

Are we preparing for a drive by?

There's all kinds of things out there like bears and coyotes...

Scary camp counselors with semi automatic weapons.

I'm going to run to the store and pick up a few items before it gets too late.

The stew is almost ready, maybe another 15 minutes.

Let the kids know, will you?

And I'll be right back.

Did she just totally go off the deep end?

Oh, my God.

I know she's going to buy ammunition.

Were going to be in a militia, wearing camouflage by the end of the week.

And I look so fat in green. Mmm.

Relax. It's not even loaded.

- I seriously think I sun burnt my nipples. - I've got moisturizer.

Would you guys please stop talking about boys?

Uh, no one said anything about boys, sweetie.

Besides, I like men.

Sorry. I just can't stop thinking about him.

- What's so great about this guy? - I don't know.

Okay. Example: Julie Johnson's Halloween party...

He's agreed to go with me as the quarterback, and he as the cheerleader.

- That is so cute. - I know.

- I'm just crazy about him. - Well don't ever tell him that.

It's best to feign disinterest.

No, you should tell tell the people you love how you feel about them.

You don't know when you won't get another chance.

Do you have a boyfriend?

I don't want to talk about it.

Why? What happened? Did you guys break up?

She's probably a lesbian.

Okay. Moisturize me.

Sorry. Is, uh. Is Amber around?

Okay.

Oh, my God!

- Baby, I missed you so much. - I know.

- Get a room. - Seriously. You guys...

if he gets caught in here we're all in trouble.

Lighten up, okay?

So, I hear you like to dress in women's clothing.

So, if I was to dress up as a woman...

and we had sex... doesn't that make you a lesbo?

You wish.

You guys, I think there's somebody out there.

Probably that creepy groundskeeper.

Probably a mass murderer wanting to carve up fresh young girls.

Do not try to creep me out.

I heard Ms. Haddonfield's daughter

was the one who got hacked up a few years ago.

Are you serious?

That can't be true. I mean, why would she still be running this camp?

If you run from your fears, you'll always be afraid.

You should talk.

Hey guys, dinner's ready if you're hun...

What the hell is this?

Who's bag is this?

- Who's bags this? - It's mine.

Well, congratulations. Keep drinking.

I'm sure it will lead to great things.

Like teen pregnancy, drug addiction, STDs.

Next thing you know you'll be 30, single, and desperate.

That's a demerit. And you've all lost your dinner privileges.

You can't not let us eat. That's like some kind of abuse, or something.

It's called discipline. There's a difference.

It's all outlined in the consent forms that your parents signed.

Have a nice evening.

What a bitch.

What was that?

That's my new move. I call it the roller coaster.

No. That sound.

All I heard were the moans of ecstasy.

- Ouch. What? - Listen.

It's a rickety old outhouse, baby. Relax.

There's no serial killer running around the woods, okay?

God, you girls need to stop telling the stupid ghost stories.

- They're not ghost stories. - Whatever.

Someone's in here.

Boo!

Don't be a jerk.

There's nobody in here.

Now, since we've confirmed the fact that were actually alone.

No parents, no little sisters.

Can we just get down to business?

So this is business, huh? I thought it was pleasure.

Hey, get something.

C'mon, baby. I promise, I'll pull out on time.

You've never been on time for anything in your life.

- And I'm not going to be late. - We'll be careful, I swear.

No. We play by the rules, or we don't play at all.

Well, you know what they say about the rules.

Alright. Playtime's over.

- I don't have anything. - You drove all the way up here?

- I forgot? - How could you forget?

The only reason you came up here was to get laid.

No, it's not. I came up here for you.

Cuz I missed ya.

- Really? - Yeah.

You still need a condom.

Okay. I'll go look in the car.

You better hurry. I'm tempted to take care of business myself.

Oh, God.

C'mon, c'mon.

Oh, oh, oh. Yeah.

Ah, perfect. C'mon, baby.

Let's rock.

Okay. I'm not having sex with you

with that stupid mask on, just so you can indulge in some

ridiculous adolescent lesbian fantasy.

Aw, you're the greatest.

That's kind of kinky. Gonna rape me?

Hey, Mitch. You're hurting me.

C'mon. Have another drink.

You know, I actually know my limit. But, thanks.

- Don't be a pussy. - What are you doing?

You know, my birthday is tomorrow.

And you have to give a girl a present on her birthday.

Okay, this package is not for you.

Okay. Major violation of personal space.

- Didn't you feel anything? - Yes, and it was wet and nasty.

That's not what I meant. I mean, what's wrong with you?

I don't understand. We're perfect for one another.

We both love cheerleading, and fashion...

- And men! - We can get around that.

Believe me, I would change if I could. Men are assholes.

Well, have you tried it?

I mean, how do you know you don't like it if you haven't tried it?

Okay, because I don't need to stab myself in the eye with a knitting needle

to know that it's going to hurt.

Dick!

If you had one, honey.

You know, you're right. All men are assholes.

Oh, what a little whore.

- What are you doing? - What does it look like I'm doing?

- I gotta take a piss test next week. - Don't smoke.

Yeah, I'm seriously not going back to jail because you want to get high.

Relax. Tell me what you are in the can for, and I won't light up.

I killed a cheerleader who pissed me off.

Oooh.

That's three. You're out of here.

I knew from the moment I saw you that you just weren't cheer material.

I'm really going to enjoy calling your parole officer.

Oh my God. I feel, like such a total stoner.

How many times do I have to tell you,

no, I do not do drugs.

That is so disgusting. You are such a total loser.

I am so disappointed in you.

You... Whoa! You really had potential.

You could have been one of the greats. You could have been like...

me.

Where did this come from?

- Is this yours? - Don't look at me.

Oh. Sluts planning on getting a little action?

Someone's kinky, now aren't they? Here. You should be used to these.

Well, well, well. Whose bag is this?

Rachel.

Do you girls know what this stuff does to you?

I mean, your poisoning your bodies. You realize this?

You just lost the only chance you had at being anything.

I hope you're happy.

- Are you going to tell our parents? - No. I'm not.

You are.

First thing in the morning, you will be calling your parents,

telling them what fuck ups you are.

And how they have to come pick you up.

And if I get any more trouble out of you tonight,

I'm calling the sheriff.

And you can face criminal charges, if you like.

Have a nice evening.

Have a nice evening.

Oh, Brent...

Guess what I have.

Brent?

Oh, Brent?

Brent?

Where are you?

Brent?

Bren... uh!

Hmm.

Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Come to mama.

Hello.

Hi there.

Oh, Brent... Oh, God...

Oh, Brent. Oh, Brent. Oh, Brent.

Oh, God. Oh, Brent.

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, Brent.

Oh, God. Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.

Ahh!

- Did you hear that? - Hear what?

- It sounded like somebody screamed. - It's probably Amber.

That little slut.

It wasn't that kind of scream.

I'm going to have nightmares with all this psycho-thriller talk.

I'm going to have nightmares about this whole experience.

I can't believe you would do that to me.

This is all her fault anyway. I mean she probably ratted us out.

My life is so over now.

- Hey, where's Blaire? - Maybe she got lost? Who cares?

- Well, she's been gone a long time. - What are you, her mother?

Well, you know she has been gone a really long time.

You guys are such drama queens.

Whose bag is that?

That's Monica's.

Last year at camp we got matching bags, only mine's so much cuter.

Has anybody even seen Monica?

Why do you care?

I talked to her before she left.

Well, that was a long time ago. It's getting late now.

So? I mean, if they don't make curfew, it's their fault.

I mean, were fucked anyway.

- I say we go have some fun. - I think I've already had enough fun.

What could you possibly lose at this point?

I mean, how much more trouble could we really get in?

Are you sure this is a good idea?

- Come on. - Where we going?

Well, if you'd use that honor roll brain of yours,

it might occur to you that Mitch has a car.

- So? - With a car, we can go into town.

I'm sure there's a party somewhere.

Yeah, I hear Tuesday night in Loomis is really happening.

Pfft. Maybe we'll run into that cute gas station attendant.

I think he's got the hots for me.

Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm fantasizing about a gas station attendant.

He was fucking hot though. I'd lose it for him.

What? You've never?

What about Chance?

Why do you think we broke up?

Okay. You have lace panties, handcuffs,

and lubricants in your duffel bag, and you don't give it up?

I just like to be prepared, okay?

- So, that's your fantasy? - What?

- Handcuffs? - Is it any of your business?

Sorry, I was just making girl talk.

I just have this one recurring dream,

where this strange man handcuffs me to the bed and has his way with me.

That would be so hot.

I had a guy do that once.

- What was it like? - Well, he and his friends

took turns raping me over the course of three days.

What do you think it was like?

- Are you serious? - Yeah, what'd you do?

I learned to pick handcuffs. And then I killed them.

Amber?

Mitch?

I thought for sure that they'd be fucking in this thing.

The backseat is ginormous.

Not that I would know, or anything.

- Hey guys... - Is that...?

I think so.

Can we go back now?

Pop it.

Oh, my God, y'all.

What are you doing?

Stealing his wallet?

He's still alive. We need to get him to a hospital.

C'mon.

Stay with him.

I'm going to get help.

Lindsay? Mrs. Haddonfield?

What was that?

I say we waste this psychopath.

Just try the sheriff again.

Seriously, we could so kill this guy,

and nobody would even think twice about it.

But he was attacking me, and he touched me right there.

He tried to rape me. It was self-defense.

I mean, I'm absolutely adorable. Who's not going to believe me?

Come on. Where's your sense of adventure?

You of all people should be able to relate.

I mean, you're driving down the road late at night

and you see somebody walking along the shoulder...

a quick turn of the wheel... oops.

Or, like when your babysitting your neighbors bratty kid

and he starts to choke, and you just pretend not to notice.

Or, perhaps, you're holding a kitchen knife...

and you wonder what it would be like to just to

jam it into the person right next to you.

Remind me to never have you babysit.

Oh, it speaks.

You girls think you know about killing?

You don't know shit. Probably faint at the first sight of blood.

Oh, that is so totally sexist. I could easily cut you up right now.

- Let me see you do it then. - Is that like a dare?

Fine.

- Where should I stab him? - Nowhere. Just put the knife down.

You ever kill anyone before?

I'm sure. Like, no. I'm not a psycho.

You seem to have a lot of pent up aggression,

and have expressed a desire to act out violently.

Might want to look into anger management therapy before you hurt yourself.

- Or others. - Well... Bob.

Maybe you should take some of your own advice.

- I never hurt anyone. - What are you doing here then?

Looking for a dry place to stay. Maybe something to eat.

Disgusting. So you're like a cannibal?

You eat the people you kill? How do you prepare that?

Bake it? Grill it? Eat it raw?

So... Bob the mechanic, that's your story?

And you expect us to believe that?

Believe what you want to believe. People always do.

I believe you're a fucking psycho.

You're the one who killed those two teenagers?

Allegedly.

What's this "allegedly" shit? You're a psycho killer and you know it.

I'm so sick of hearing these people whine

about how they were wrongly convicted.

I suppose you're going to say you didn't kill Lindsay either?

That she just happened to fall on a knitting needle.

He killed her, he deserves to die!

What are you doing?

Where is he?

Oh, my God.

- We're all going to die! - Calm down.

There's a fucking maniac loose hacking up people, and you want me to be calm?

Can we stop fighting and get the fuck out of here?

I'm not going out there with that creep running around.

Do you want to stay here and wait for him to come back?

I say we try to make it into town.

I have a better idea.

C'mon. C'mon, close your eyes.

Well that's just fucking great. The canoe's gone.

What are we going to do now?

It can't be that far. The boy's camp is just across the lake. We'll swim for it.

No. I don't want to get in that water.

Fine, stay here. Take your chances.

Excuse me? This is all your fault.

You were the last one in the canoe.

- Wha... it's just water. - C'mon, Rach.

I can't swim.

You guys aren't going to leave me here, are you?

Are you?

One of us can go, and the other two can stay here.

- No. - I think we should stay together.

You know what, I don't mind.

And I'm probably the strongest swimmer, since I'm on swim team.

Fuck swim team. I can't believe you're just going to leave me here.

Okay, sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the good of the squad.

Squad? What squad?

Oh, I just can't talk to you anymore.

What a fucking bitch!

I can't believe she just left me here all alone.

I mean, with you.

Where are you going?

Wait up!

- You don't think that was...? - Probably.

Good. Fucking bitch deserves it.

What is your problem?

Can we go?

We can't just leave her.

Hello? Where were you like five minutes ago?

Do you think she'd come after you?

Little Miss Perfect can fucking rot for all I care.

And I may have failed geometry, but the scream came from that way.

So you know what that means? It means psycho boy is not this way.

What are you doing?

Fine.

I'm not coming after you. And I'm not sending help.

Hey. Wait up.

What exactly are we going to do?

I mean, she's probably already totally splattered by now.

Do you even know how to use that thing?

Do you want to find out?

Oh, that's right. You did spend time in prison.

For all I know, you could be the killer.

And you're just luring me out here into the woods to

mutilate my tight little body. It makes perfect sense.

The alienated outsider, jealous of the perfect cheerleader

hacks them up in some psychotic rage.

You watch too much TV.

I watch enough to know that this is a really bad idea.

Why do you even care what happens to her anyway?

It's not like she's even your friend.

None of us would even talk to you in school.

But spirit sisters are always supposed to be there for each other, aren't they?

Did you really kill those guys?

You know, that raped you?

- My boyfriend did. - What a slut you are.

You let some guy, who's not your boyfriend,

handcuff you to the bed?

I didn't let anybody do anything.

Sounds like you got what you deserved.

I was at a stoplight.

I got hit from behind. The next thing I knew these guys grabbed me,

threw me in a van and took turns having their fun for a few days.

You think that couldn't happen to you?

So, why were you in prison?

I was scared.

I didn't report it right away.

I waited too long, and there was no, you know, physical evidence left.

Cops said they couldn't do anything.

Even though I couldn't prove it...

I knew who it was.

So my boyfriend flipped out. And he took matters into his own hands.

And he got life in prison.

Doesn't seem fair, you know.

And then I wanted to be with him, so,

I thought, and I know this sounds really stupid, but

I thought if I could just let myself get caught shoplifting, then...

They don't let men and women be in the same prisons.

I know that now.

Such a hard ass.

You know, all this time I thought you were some hardened criminal.

Maybe you better give me the gun?

- I did steal a car once. - Yeah, right.

Okay, I think our chances of survival would dramatically increase

if we stay out of the dark creepy places. Just a thought.

What is this place?

Must be an old storage shed for the quarry.

Who's Cory?

The lake. An abandoned quarry.

Probably used this dynamite to blast the rock.

- You think that stuff still works? - You want to find out?

Are you sure you didn't spend time in an insane asylum?

Does high school count?

You know, you're not so bad.

- Okay. Now I'm seriously creeped. - Yeah, time to go.

Don't fucking move!

Take another step, and I'll do it.

Fuck you.

Rachel?

Rachel?

Rachel? Rachel?

Alright, alright, alright...

Now don't you worry none. Sheriff Todd's here.

- Every things under control. - Right.

Alright, now listen.

I want you to relax.

Take a few deep breaths. We don't want you going into shock.

Now, cuz I think you might be a little confused.

What I thought I heard you say just now is that

you ran into Teddy the Butcher,

- but he's not the one that attacked you? - I'm not confused.

Now let me explain something to you.

The Butcher is a convicted serial rapist and murderer.

He's just an all-around scumbag. Likes little girls.

It's him, alright. Can't be nobody else.

Oh, I'm telling you it's not him.

Look, you don't have to feel bad.

It's alright. These kind of things happen all the time.

Under this kind of stress, people often recall the facts incorrectly.

You know, I'm pretty sure I'm remembering the facts correctly.

He butchered two teenagers. Did horrible things to the young girl.

He's a killer, alright?

- Are you sure about that? - City kids.

I'm as sure as I need to be, and so was a jury of his peers.

- You can just look at him and tell. - Oh, can you?

You are starting to try my patience, young lady.

I've been in law enforcement for 30 years.

I know when someone is going to commit a crime before they do.

Well that's reassuring. So much for due process.

Due process? You're really cute.

You just don't even live in the real world, do you?

This ain't one of those TV shows, you know,

where you get your neat little clues

that lead you to the killer at the end of the hour.

Every second one of these freak shows is out on the streets

is just another opportunity for them to cause trouble.

Now this ain't about dotting 'T's' and crossing 'I's'.

It's about saving lives.

Where are we going?

If I take you all the way back into town,

by the time I get back out here, that crime scene is going to be cold

as a well-digger's ass. And Teddy the Butcher will be a gone pecan.

I told you, he's dead. I'm not going back to that fucking place.

You watch your language, young lady.

You're going to get stuck.

Horse shit!

Uh, just gotta have a little finesse.

You stay here while I check things out.

Have you lost your mind? I'm not staying here.

You'll do what I tell you to do.

- You know how to use one of these? - Sort of.

For all I know, you're the one that went berserk

and killed everybody here.

Well, you've been in law enforcement for 30 years.

Do I look like a killer to you?

You look like a smart ass.

Ugh, what a fucking perv.

You're about to get on my bad side.

Why don't you put that gun down before you hurt yourself?

Fuck you.

Now, you know how I feel about foul language.

You afraid? Mmm?

Out here all alone, with a psychopath

that likes to do unspeakable things to young girls.

Go ahead and scream. There ain't nobody going to hear you.

Except maybe that psychopath. And I reckon...

I reckon he likes that kind of thing. What do you think?

I think you're a sick fuck.

I think you ought to keep your nose out of other people's belongings,

or you're going to be in deep trouble, and need punishing.

Now how do you think that you ought to be punished?

Fucking freak.

You ain't too bright, are you?

Did it ever occur to you that I might be just

collecting this filth as evidence? Huh?

Oh, yeah. You're a regular Sherlock Holmes.

Get your sweet ass back here.

Don't give me no trouble now. Get in there.

I'm gonna have me another little look around.

But for right now. You're my prime suspect.

He...

Oh, God. C'mon. C'mon.

C'mon.

No...

Fucking bitch!

You know, if you just wanted to tie me up and fuck me,

all you had to do was ask.

Well, you're lucky to be alive there, little lady.

We got that sum-bitch!

That groundskeeper ain't never gonna see the light of day.

No, it's not... it's not him.

She's in a lot of pain. Not making much sense.

Now, don't you worry.

Everything's going to be okay.