Drive Back (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[lightning strike]

[audio logo]

[audio logo]

[metal slash]

[scratching on paper]

[expl*sive boom]

[groaning animal sounds]

[ominous music]

[animal cries]

[metal sliding through sheath]

[nervous breaths]

[music intensifying]

[quiet music]

[chatter]

- I had registered--

(SINGING) There's no--

[chatter continues]

- Everyone say "cheese."

- Cheese!

[laughter]

- Oh.

- I so wish I could have that.

I will give it to Reid.

But also, thank you so much

for letting us use the cabin.

It's been so, so great.

- Oh, Ofcourse.

You know, it's as

good as yours now.

This is so exciting.

Have you talked about when

you'll have the wedding?

- You know, you can't

just wing this, Reid.

- We're not.

We were saying in

the fall sometime

- No, no.

We actually decided

on next spring.

- Oh.

- Remember?

After the baby.

- Yeah, after the baby.

- Yeah.

- I guess I'm just excited.

- Well, I'm excited, too.

I can't wait to

become a grandma.

I never thought I'd be this old.

[laughs]

- It's going to be perfect.

- You two are just perfect.

[glass clinking]

- --that one photographer

from Sarah's wedding.

- Oh my gosh, he was so cute.

- Oh, I know.

- You think you can hook me up?

- Obviously.

I'll put in a good word.

Definitely.

OK.

Can you take one of us?

- Yeah.

1, 2, 3.

- Reid, what are you doing?

We're going to run out.

Babe, can you take

a real one, please?

- 1, 2, 3.

- (TALKING WITH MOUTH FULL)

You know, this is just--

it's awesome.

- Yeah.

No, everything is awesome.

- It's all awesome.

I can't believe you're engaged.

- I know, right?

I always knew in college,

and it took her a while

to come around to it, but,

you know, here we are.

- Yeah.

You know what?

Knocking her up probably helped.

- Yeah.

- How's the comic strip thing?

You still doing that?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

This editor who I've

been working with

wasn't really vibing everything

that I was going for,

so it's kind of

on hold right now.

Um--

- For how long?

- Um, kind of indefinitely.

But, you know, it'll work out.

I'm sure.

- It will work out, man.

Because your comic strips,

they were always so, like, um--

- Neo, French, funny.

- Not funny or French.

Um, weird.

- Weird?

Yeah.

- Weird.

So weird.

But good weird, like

pineapple pizza weird.

- Hey, I got to go

check on something.

But again, hey, I

really appreciate you

coming all this way for this.

All right?

- Yeah.

- Enjoy the cheeseballs.

- I will.

Mm, God.

[chatter]

- Hey.

Congrats, Reid.

Real happy for you guys.

- Thanks a lot, Leo.

Drive safe.

- Take care.

[tires crunching gravel]

[alarm beeping]

- You're packed

kind of light there.

[sighs]

- We're only up here

for a night, Dad.

I didn't know I was going

to be judged on my road trip

preparedness.

- You should always be prepared.

Thought I'd get you

some roadside emergency

supplies just in case.

- Yeah.

I can see that.

- Oh, and, uh here.

Never know when you might

find yourself in some trouble.

- It's a 3.5-hour drive

back to the city, Dad.

It's not "The Revenant."

- Just take the lighter, Reid.

- I'll count this as

your wedding gift.

[sighs]

- I just don't want to

see you get hurt again.

OK?

- It was a long time ago, Dad.

- Marriage is a commitment, Son.

Just ask yourself if

you're ready to do that.

- I think I got

all the good ones.

- Good.

- I'm sorry.

Was i interrupting something?

- Oh--

- No, we were just

saying goodbye.

- It was great seeing

you, as always.

[engine starting]

[ominous music]

- That doesn't make any sense.

Why would I not

take the same road

that we used to come up here?

- Can you just look at the map?

This way is like a

half hour shorter.

- Yeah, but I told you, with

all the twists and turns,

it's not shorter.

You just have to

trust me on this.

- Oh, my God.

Whatever.

- OK, fine.

We'll do it your way.

[eerie noises]

- So are you going to be in a

funky mood the rest of the drive

back?

- I'm sorry.

It's just, uh, you know how

I get when I'm around my dad.

He just treats me like

a little kid still.

And it's just--

- He does.

Honestly, I don't even think

your dad knows my name.

- (LAUGHING) Yeah, probably not.

Like, check out our zombie

apocalypse supplies--

- I know.

- --he sent us home with.

- Oh, my God.

I'm glad you could spare

some from his bunker.

That was really nice of him.

But what does he think

is going to happen to us?

- You know how bears

love slashing tires out

in the woods, Son.

You got to be prepared.

- Yeah.

- Anyways.

All right, no more

funk for me anymore.

I promise.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry, too.

My hormones have been, like,

all over the place lately.

So.

- You have an excuse.

- OK, let's get our

drive figured out then.

OK.

So this says in six

miles we're going

to take a left onto

the side road, I think.

- Six miles--

[horn blaring, tires squealing]

- sh*t!

Whoa!

[heavy breaths]

- Jesus!

- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey!

- Did you not see that guy?

- No, obviously, that

f*ck came out of nowhere.

[sighs]

- You OK?

- Let's just go.

- Yeah.

- Let's go.

- OK, just give me a second.

I got to get my bearings.

I just--

[eerie noises]

- I-- I'm pretty sure we

were going that way, right?

- No, you were going this way.

- No, no, no.

My instincts say we were

definitely headed that way.

- (DISMISSIVE LAUGH) OK.

Well, the last time we

trusted your instincts,

we ended up with our

extra passenger here.

So, no.

Oh, great.

Great.

And I have no bars.

That's awesome.

- What am I supposed

to do, drive around

till we find cell

phone coverage?

- I think we just need

to stop somewhere and ask

for directions, right?

- Fine.

But where?

- Well, my instincts

say right over here.

Yeah?

- Fine.

- I hope they have a bathroom.

[mysterious music]

[rumbling thunder]

[splashing rain]

- On second thought,

I think I can hold it.

- Oh, come on.

What did you expect?

It's a little mom and pop shop

out in the middle of nowhere.

[rain hitting windshield]

[bell rings]

- Wonder if these are

imported from somewhere.

- I don't know, I

somehow doubt whoever

owns this place is importing

snacks from overseas.

- You never know.

I don't know.

Maybe they're closed.

- Yeah.

Maybe we should get

directions somewhere else.

- There is nowhere else.

So.

Oh, excuse me?

Excuse me?

Sir?

Hello?

Sorry.

You guys--

[squeaking chair]

- Um, sorry.

I--

- Is he breathing?

- I hope so.

Sorry, sir, are you guys open?

- Hey!

I'm coming!

Can't you see

Ben's taking a nap?

What do you want?

- So sorry to bother you.

We just got a little lost.

- Doesn't surprise me.

Just about everybody

who stops here is.

People have a tendency

to get lost around here.

[laughs]

- Right, Ben?

Hmm?

[laughs]

- Um, (STAMMERING) is he OK?

- I told you, he's napping.

- Right.

Um, we're just

hoping we might be

able to get some

directions and--

- And a bathroom, if you

have one we could use.

- Oh.

- Do you want the

bathroom key or not?

- Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Thank you.

- It's right through

that door there.

Don't make a mess!

I can't remember

the last time we've

had visitors out here, huh Ben.

What brings you all out

here to the countryside?

- Oh, we had a little

engagement party, actually.

- Getting hitched, are you?

- Yeah.

- Ben and I have

been married for--

how long has it been?

[crazy laugh]

- Seems like forever

and ever, it seems.

- How joyous.

Well, um, I was actually

hoping that maybe I

could buy a map from you.

- We only got the one.

- Oh.

Um, well, you know, if you have

something that I could write on,

I could--

I could just copy

down the directions.

- Now, what you want

to do, take this road

right here till you get

to Fallen Leaf Bend.

And then when you get

there, you make a right.

- Did you think you

can figure it out?

- Uh-huh.

Yeah.

- Why don't you, um-- why

don't you write it down instead

of drawing it?

- I like this better.

- OK.

Well, if I'm

navigating, I don't want

to get confused again because

I can't make sense of you

scribbles.

- Oh, my God, Honey, It's

just a simple, hand-drawn map.

It's not a big deal.

Like, I'll drive and navigate.

It's fine.

- OK.

I don't understand why

you're being that way.

- I'm not being any way.

I'm not being--

- You know what, Ben?

If they want to get

to the interstate,

they might want to take

the back road by the creek.

- There's a back road?

- (LAUGHING) Oh, yeah.

You two lovebirds, you're

in a hurry to get home.

We should show you the shortcut.

- OK.

Sure.

This here is an old map from

before the creek dried up.

Now, only the locals

know about the shortcut,

and it's real close.

It's perfect for a couple

like the two of you.

It's a beautiful, scenic drive.

You'll have plenty

of time to talk.

You might even learn something

new about each other.

Boy, it did wonders

for our relationship.

[laughs]

[kissy noises]

- Great.

Well, um, yeah.

I think we'll just--

we'll just take these--

- Snacks.

- --snacks, and

we'll be on our way.

- Yes, thank you.

- OK.

[register rings]

- Ah.

Thanks for coming to

the "I Forgot Store."

Y'all take care now.

[bell rings]

[laughter]

[distant bird chirps]

- I mean, that guy

was, like, dead, right?

- I mean, no.

Either he was dead or he

was just that miserable

being stuck in that

place with that lady.

She was--

- Kooky.

- --kooky.

- Yeah.

I mean, she didn't seem

completely miserable.

She was kind of laughing a lot.

- I don't know.

Being stuck together for that

long in a place like that

has to make you go a

little crazy, right?

- Well, that's kind

of a sad outlook.

[flies buzzing]

- Yuck.

Gross.

- A beautiful, scenic

drive, she said.

- Just be careful, OK?

- Yeah.

road looks pretty windy.

- (LAUGHS) What?

Is that, your explorer accent?

- Mm-hmm.

- OK.

All right, don't worry.

I will take care of

our precious cargo

and have us home in no time.

- OK.

[engine accelerating]

[creepy tones]

[droning noises]

- They were right.

It's pretty nice out here.

Quiet.

Peaceful.

Looks like we'll have an

easy, breezy drive home.

- I've showed you most

of the stuff in there,

but I've been working

on a few new things.

And I think that this

editor who I'm talking to

is really going to

dig the changes.

- Great.

[clicking pen]

- What are you doing?

- Hmm?

- The pen, it's

just the clicking.

The pen is just

kind of annoying.

- Oh, sorry.

Some of these actually might

be cute for the nursery.

- (LAUGHS) Come on.

You want our daughter to

grow up having nightmares?

- Oh, our daughter, huh?

You think it's

going to be a girl?

- I mean, I hope so.

- You don't want

to be a boy dad?

- You know, my dad and I

didn't have the most nurturing

of relationships, did we?

Did I ever tell

you why he finally

stopped dragging me out here?

- No.

When was this?

- Oh, I don't know.

I was probably, like,

9 or 10 years old.

You know my dad,

Mr. Outdoorsman.

Always trying to get

me to go hunting,

and fishing, and camping.

And, you know, as much

as I begged for him

to let me stay at

home, he wanted me

to love it as much as he did.

So this one day, I was

really freaked out,

because it was the

first time that I ever

saw him sh**t a deer.

[g*n blast, scream]

- I had never seen so much

blood in my entire life.

- Oh, my gosh.

- That night, after dinner, and

after my dad had a couple of--

he decides it's the perfect time

to teach me how to skin a deer.

- Be a man, Reid!

- Did you skin the deer?

- I'm begging him

not to make me do it,

and he's insisting upon it.

And I'm freaking out, and

he's getting mad at me.

And eventually, I

just get so worked up

that I puked all over

myself and all over him.

- You poor thing.

Oh, my gosh.

- So once my dad finally

cools down a little bit,

he says, fine, go

grab the duffel bag

with the change of clothes.

Guess who forgot to

pack the duffel bag?

- You did not forget

the duffel bag.

- Yep, my one and only

job was the duffel bag.

And, uh, I never got the

invite to go camping ever a--

- Watch out!

[screeching, thump]

- Sorry.

Sorry.

[heavy breaths]

- Sorry.

Are you OK?

- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

God, Reid, did you not see that?

- No, I didn't--

- OK.

Well, that's just

the second time today

you almost got in an accident.

- I know, I just said I'm sorry.

What else do you want

me to do about it?

[sighs]

- What?

- I'm not going to

just leave it out here.

[creepy tones, skittering]

[rumbling tones]

[scraping]

[tones subside]

[quiet splash]

[rumbling noises]

[splashes get louder, faster]

[terrifying sounds, gurgling]

[heavy breathing]

[dripping, squelching]

[screams]

- (DEMON VOICE) Reid?

Good?

- Yeah.

Did you not just see that?

- What did you see?

- I don't remember.

- You don't remember?

- Let's just go.

- OK.

[engine starts]

- I spy, with my

little eye, something--

- It's a tree.

- Which tree?

- We already passed

it, didn't we?

- We did.

- I knew it.

That's cheating.

[laughs]

- This shortcut isn't

very short at all, is it?

- What are you talking about?

- We've only been driving

for, like, 20 minutes.

- No, we've been driving

way longer than--

I mean--

- It's not been that long.

- 8:10?

That's not right.

- I think it's just, um, feeling

long because you're bored.

Right?

- Maybe.

- Right.

Here, let's find

something to listen to.

[radio static]

- (SINGING) I close my eyes--

- Ooh, I love this song.

- Wait, go back.

- (SINGING) Yes, I--

[static, garbled voices]

- I thought I heard something.

Hmm.

I guess not.

That was weird.

- OK.

Well, so much for that.

I guess back to "I Spy."

- OK.

Fine.

- OK.

I spy, with my little eyes--

- Wait, wait, wait.

What is that?

- It's my turn.

Stop.

- No, no, no, no, no.

Look, right up there.

- What?

[ominous tones]

- Reid, drive.

- Poor guy's clothes

are all ripped up.

- No way.

No.

- What?

- We are not picking

up a stranger

in the middle of the woods.

- I'm not saying we're

going to pick him up.

We should just

make sure he's OK.

- I don't know, he's

probably a serial k*ller.

- Highly unlikely.

- What?

Why?

- What are the chances of

there being two serial K*llers

out here?

- All right, as*h*le.

- Relax, it's fine.

We'll just keep the doors

locked, the windows up.

Just take the sec.

- OK.

- Cars.

- Excuse me?

- Hey, buddy?

Hey, man, you OK?

- Why are you rolling

down the window?

- Hey, buddy, what are you

doing all the way out here, huh?

[mumbling]

- Let's go.

- I'm just saying, maybe

he is-- no, no, no,

we can't have you coming

inside the car or anything.

We just want to make

sure you're not hurt.

- Babe, let's go.

- He just--

- No.

Let's go!

OK?

- (WHISPERING)

Well, what do we do?

- I don't know, but can we

please just get out here?

He's obviously mentally unwell!

I don't want to be here anymore!

- I don't know--

- Reid!

- Drive back!

Drive back!

- Oh, my God.

[tires squeal]

- No, go back!

Go back!

[shouts]

- Damn it, Reid.

What did I say?

What did I say?

I said, don't pull over.

- OK.

- That guy could have k*lled us.

That was so stupid.

- You were right.

- I mean, I'm going

to have nightmares now

because you wanted to

play good Samaritan.

- How was I supposed to

know that he was actually

going to go crazy?

- Oh, I don't Reid,

maybe because he

looked like a crazy person?

I mean-- this is just

another perfect example

of not thinking things through.

- Yeah.

You and my dad always

keep reminding me of that.

So thank you.

- Look, I'm just

tired of feeling

like I'm the only one

trying to plan for us

to have a successful future.

- That's not fair.

- It's not fair, Reid?

- No.

- For the party--

I did everything for the party.

I ordered all the food.

I sent out all the invites.

I even asked your Mom if

we could use the cabin.

- I brought the cameras.

- Camera!

One camera.

One Polaroid camera

with 16 shots

that you brought because

you thought it'd be fun.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Was it not fun?

- Yes, it was fun, OK?

It was fun.

But that's not the point.

What I'm saying is you act

like things will just magically

fall into place.

Like, you've been that way

forever, like, since college.

I love you for that.

But, like, we have

a baby on the way.

We're going to need baby

diapers, baby clothes.

I'm just-- I'm going to need you

to do a lot more than just fun.

- Am I not doing that?

Gotcha.

Apparently not.

- (STAMMERS) You know I love

your comics and your creativity.

And I just-- I feel

like you've been chasing

this dream for years, and I

can't support the three of us

by myself.

- OK.

Well, I will, um--

I'll figure it out.

I will take on a

temp job, or I'll

go back to bartending at night.

I can ask my parents for money.

- No, we are not borrowing

money from your parents.

- We never used to argue

about this kind of stuff,

and now I feel like

it's all we argue about.

And you just keep

comparing me to everything

that I'm not doing.

And honestly, things haven't

been the same since--

- Let's not do this again.

How many times do

I have to say it?

OK?

I'm sorry.

That was three years ago.

OK?

Can we please just move on?

I've apologized so

many times, and you've

said that you forgave me.

But--

- Yeah, I know.

I don't know.

[strange noises, static]

- Stop talking!

- --over and over.

[random radio noises]

- She doesn't love you.

- I love you.

- You hear that?

- What?

Why are you changing

the subject right now?

Hey!

- Yeah.

What?

- Are you even listening to me?

- Yes, of course.

I'm just-- I'm sorry.

I guess I'm exhausted

from driving.

It feels like we've been on

this road for f*cking ever.

- Yeah.

Maybe we should just turn back?

- We've already gone this far.

We have to be close by now.

I mean, if we don't hit

the highway in 20 minutes,

we'll turn around, OK?

- All right.

- And I have to pee now.

Can we find somewhere

to pull over.

- Are you serious?

There's a crazy

hitchhiker back there.

- OK.

Well, he's miles behind us.

Please.

I've had two sodas,

and your "Mario Kart"

driving isn't really helping.

- OK.

- Thank you.

- Hey-- I'm really sorry.

I love you.

- I love you, too.

It's OK.

- I hope our baby

looks like you.

- Do you think she'll

have your eyes?

- I'll stay out here in

case that guy comes back.

And if he does, I'm going

to rip his thumb clean off.

No more hitchhiking, for him.

- OK, OK.

Woo.

[labored breaths]

- OK.

[nature noises]

[low rumbling]

[creepy tones]

[crackling]

[rapid breaths]

[crackling, angry grunts]

[unnatural yell]

- Ow, sh*t!

[rustling]

- OK.

OK.

We're done here!

[loud, creepy tones]

- What did you see?

- I don't know, some kind

of animal or something.

- OK, what kind of animal?

- I don't know, Reid.

(STAMMERING) It was watching

me, and it was close

enough to where I could hear--

I could hear it breathing.

I don't know.

I don't know what it was.

- Huh.

[mysterious noises]

- Did I ever tell you

about the last time

my dad took me camping?

I was 9 or 10 years

old, and I was

really freaked out

from having seen him

k*ll a deer for the first time.

- Wait, no, this

sounds familiar.

- There was so much blood.

- Yeah, you've told

me this story before.

- I have?

- Yeah.

And you forgot,

um, your bag that

was full clean clothes, right?

- Yeah.

Weird.

Ow.

- What happened?

- I think I cut my

arm or something.

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

- That looks bad.

Um, OK, I'm going to figure out

how to get off this shortcut,

and we're going to

get on the highway

and get you patched

up somewhere, OK?

- Yeah.

OK.

[dissonant keys, ambient noises]

- (WHISPERING) Oh, man.

Oh.

I just had the craziest dream.

You and I were fighting

about something,

and things got out of

control, and I think

you were trying to k*ll me.

- We're never getting home.

[terrified screams]

- Hey, Sleepyhead.

How was the nap?

- Hey.

Um, weird.

- (STUTTERING) I was

having the weirdest dreams.

How long have I been out?

- I don't know.

I wasn't keeping track.

- Wait, we're

still on this road?

How is it not dark yet?

- What do mean?

We just started driving.

I mean, you didn't miss much.

It's just an easy,

breezy drive home.

[quiet ticking]

- What?

- An easy, breezy drive home.

- I know what you said.

Why did you say it like that?

- You know, I was nervous

to take the shortcut,

and it's not that scary.

- OK.

Well, like, a hitchhiker

on the side of the road

and a weird creature in the

woods is a little scary,

isn't it?

- Wow.

That was some dream, wasn't it?

- I wasn't dreaming.

Like, my arm, OK?

Look, do you not remember

that conversation?

- I, um--

I mean-- (STAMMERS) we

just started driving.

- No.

No, we haven't.

We've been driving for forever.

I mean, look at the gas tank.

- The last thing I remember

is almost hitting that bumper,

and then-- but you were driving.

And-- when did I start--

when did I start driving?

- OK.

Are you saying that you don't

remember the hitchhiker?

- What do you mean,

hitchhiker, Reid?

- The hitchhiker-- the guy

on the side of the road.

- What hitchhiker?

Reid, I don't know what

you're talking about!

When did I start driving!

- I don't-- We pulled

over, I'm sure.

- No, no.

I don't remember pulling

over at any point.

- It's fine.

Hey.

- I don't think we did.

I don't think--

- I guarantee you we did.

OK?

- OK.

- It's OK.

It's OK.

- OK.

- OK?

- I'm sorry.

Thank you.

- You don't have to be sorry.

It's all good.

- OK.

[thump, screeching tires]

- Why are we back here?

- Is that the same bumper?

- Maybe I got--

I got turned around

at some point

maybe while you were asleep.

Um--

- No, no, no, no.

- I got-- I got--

- No, it can't be,

because I dragged it

off the side of the road.

- No, I definitely--

I think I got turned around.

Oh, my God.

- Hey, are you OK?

- I don't know.

My head hurts.

I just had, like, I guess,

weird swinging sensation.

And I'm-- like, the

blood's rushing to my head.

- Let me get you

something to eat, OK?

- OK.

We've got, um, peanut butter

pretzels, protein bars,

some gummy dragons.

What do you want?

- I don't care.

I don't care.

Just anything, please.

[creaking, rumbling]

[noises getting louder]

[ghostly chants]

[squelching]

[quiet screams]

[heavy breaths]

[horrifying noises]

- Reid!

(STUTTERING) There was--

was a woman out outside.

She was covered in

blood or something.

I don't know.

Something's wrong with her.

- What?

- Yeah.

I don't know

- OK.

Are you sure?

I don't see anything.

- No, I'm telling you!

I saw her!

- I believe you.

I'm just saying that--

I don't know.

But just-- just--

deep breaths.

There we go.

Good, good, good.

- OK.

[ominous droning]

- I don't know.

I don't-- a woman from

the store gave us, like,

f*cked up directions on purpose?

- Yeah, Reid, that's it.

That's it.

She seemed like

a real prankster.

- Well, I don't--

obviously, you

know, going around

in circles isn't doing anything.

Right?

Hey.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

OK, let's just take a quick

look while it's still light out,

and we'll reassess

the situation, OK?

- OK.

[belt clicking]

- Was it-- wasn't it just--

wait, when did it get dark?

- What are you talking about?

Hasn't it always been dark?

- No.

- Oh, sh*t.

Olivia, look.

There's the rest of the car.

- Hey, what are you--

what are you doing?

Stop.

- It's completely thrashed.

Looks like it's been

abandoned out here for years.

Jesus, I can't see anything.

- OK, we investigated.

Can we go, please?

- Hold on, just let me look.

- Damn.

This side's completely open.

Nothing in here.

It's just a gutted car.

- Reid, come on!

- Sorry.

- OK.

Um, why do-- why do

we keep seeing this?

I'm not understanding.

- I don't know.

Maybe it's the thing

that we recognize.

- What?

What do you mean?

- You know, if it was, like,

a fallen tree here instead,

we'd be noticing that as we

kept passing it over and over

and over and over again.

I should-- I should mark my map.

- Weren't we-- we were passing

something different earlier.

We were passing

something different.

- No, no, no, no.

It was the car.

- No, it wasn't.

It wasn't the--

- Shh.

Did you hear that?

There.

I heard something.

[metal clinks]

- What?

- Shh, that.

That.

- What?

[sounds continue, increasing]

- What is that?

[horrific grating, screams]

[whoosh]

[droning, otherworldly noises]

- Hurry up!

- Come on!

- Please, Reid!

[shouting]

- I'm trying!

Come on!

[frightened shouts]

- Hurry!

He's coming!

[engine rumbles, revs]

- Buckle up!

[tires squeal]

[loud thump]

[heavy breaths]

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

- Did you k*ll him?

Where is he?

- I don't know.

[frightened shouts, angry tones]

- Was that the hitchhiker?

- No!

- Who was that?

Who was that?

- That guy was crazy.

This guy was moving

towards us like he was

trying to hunt us or something.

- That was a dead

body back there.

That wasn't my mind

playing tricks on me!

That was real!

That was f*cking real!

- I know!

I know!

I know!

- What the f*ck?

- It looked like it was, like,

field dressed or something.

- What does that mean?

What does that mean?

- My dad showed

me once on a buck.

It's what hunters do

when they k*ll an animal.

- Why would somebody

do that to a person?

Why would they do that?

- To cut the meat off.

- What?

What?

What the f*ck, Reid?

What the f*ck?

What the f*ck?

[car warning ding]

- No, no.

No now.

Not now.

Not now.

- Damn it!

OK, um, we're going

to have to refuel.

Once we do, we can--

we can--

- Look, look!

You see you too right?

Do you see it?

- Yeah.

- Charon Junction.

We're close.

- Yeah.

[engines sputters to a stop]

- Thank God.

Thank God.

We should have never

listened to that old couple.

- My parents?

- What?

- My parents?

- No.

No.

- What old couple?

- The old couple--

the couple at the store we

stopped at for directions.

You know, the lady with

the gray hair and--

stop.

You remember?

(STAMMERING) The guy, we

thought he wasn't breathing,

and he was wearing a bucket hat.

We talked to them, Reid.

Remember talking to them?

- The cartoons?

Look, Olivia.

- No.

No, Reid.

I know.

I know this sounds insane.

I promise, we talked to them.

We did.

- Mr. Miller, time to

take your medicine!

[screeching]

[terrified screams]

- Hey, Babe, are you OK?

- (WHISPERED) Yeah.

- Yeah?

Good.

Good.

It looks like we'll have

an easy, breezy drive home.

- Olivia, we need to get

the hell off of this road.

We need--

[stuttering]

- I forgot again, didn't I?

- No.

- I forgot again.

- The gas-- gas can.

- What?

- f*ck!

f*ck!

The gas is not back here.

- Reid!

- It was with all the

food, and the food is gone.

And it can't just-- just

disappear like that, OK?

Somebody must have taken it.

Who took it.

Someone must have taken it.

f*ck, it was probably

the g*dd*mn hitchhiker!

He probably just got in the

car when we weren't in it,

and he took all of our sh*t!

[crying]

- sh*t!

Plan B!

Plan B!

We're going to--

we're going to run.

We're going to Get out of the

car, and we're going to run.

- Run?

- Yeah.

- Run?

No, Reid, we're not

f*cking running!

Why-- you're not thinking.

Why would we f*cking run!

Think about the baby!

The psychopath that's out

there-- we're not running!

- OK.

- What are you talking about?

- We hit him with the car.

He's hurt.

We'll have a few

seconds head start.

We just--

- Reid!

[ghostly screams]

- Start the car!

Start the car!

- It's out of gas!

[terrified shouts]

[metal unsheathing]

- Hey, Olivia.

Olivia, listen to me.

Hey, baby, look, we have to run.

OK?

We have no other choice.

We have to right now.

- No.

I don't want to.

- Look at me right now, OK?

- No!

- We got to go.

OK?

We're going to go--

3, 2, 1!

[honking]

- Who is that?

- I don't know, Reid.

Someone else is out here!

Help!

- Hey!

Help us!

- Help us!

- Hey, he's distracted.

Let's go!

Let's go!

Run!

[honking continues]

- This way.

[tense music]

- Ow!

- Are you all right?

Are you all right?

- Yeah, let's just keep moving.

- Let's go over here.

Come on.

- Oh sh*t.

- (WHISPERING) Is it broken?

- No, no.

I just think I

twisted it really bad.

sh*t, I got turned around.

Do you know which

way we were going?

- Um, I think if we

just stay parallel,

this road will be fine.

- OK.

Are you OK?

You OK?

OK.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

[footsteps]

- Is it him?

- (QUIETLY) Shh, shh, shh.

[high-pitched tone]

- Don't.

[whispering]

[whistling]

[distant honking]

[footsteps moving away]

- (WHISPERING) OK.

We need to get further

away from the road.

We can't run into that

guy again, all right?

- Are you OK to walk?

- I'm going to have to be.

All right?

- We are going to

make it home, right?

- We're going to make it home.

- What if we don't?

I'll never get to see my

Mom and Carly, and Jay.

- Jay?

Who's Jay?

- Jayla.

Jayla, you know?

You know, Kyle's girlfriend.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Right.

We need to go.

- OK.

[tense ambient tones]

- Hey.

Hey!

Look!

Look, it's a car!

Reid!

Look--

- It's our car.

- What?

No!

- It's our car.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- I don't know.

We must have gotten

turned around somehow,

because we ran out that way.

- No.

- Ow.

Why does my leg hurt?

- What do you mean,

you twisted it

when we were running from him.

- What?

- When we were running for the--

- Wait, wait, wait.

We were running?

- Yeah.

- From what?

- Reid, why were we running?

I like it up here.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Look, look, look, look.

It's OK.

Stay calm, OK?

- No.

No!

No!

No!

[laughter]

- No, this is isn't our car!

- It is.

- Not, it can't be.

- Yes, it is.

It's our car!

- Come on, let's go.

I love it out here.

- I've done it a million times.

- Yeah, see?

It is!

It is.

See?

See?

You want to tell me who this is?

- I don't re--

- I love you.

- I love you, babe.

- I don't know.

- That's my brother, stupid.

- Just tell me who it is!

- I don't know!

I don't know!

I don't want to

fight ever again.

- Well, I'm sorry for

having some trust issues,

but can you blame me?

- I can't--

OK.

Well, now is not the time for

your suspicious fiance bullshit.

Drop it!

- Fine!

It's dropped!

- Fine!

Fine!

- Drop it!

- Fine!

You remember?

I don't remember.

- Just shut up!

Shut the f*ck up!

[screaming]

- You want me to drive?

- No, I'm a better driver.

- I don't know

where the keys are.

I don't know!

I don't know, I don't know.

- You need keys to drive a car!

- OK!

Well, you can stay here, Reid!

You can stay.

You don't care about my baby.

- All I do is care

about you and the baby!

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry!

Come back!

- No!

- We're going around

in a god-damned loop!

[honking]

- f*ck!

- f*ck you!

[ominous tones]

- No!

- Babe.

- Reid.

(TERRIFIED WHISPER) Reid.

[gags]

- You OK?

- He got us.

[ripping, squelching]

[radio static]

- The body from the tree.

He's eating them.

[crunch, squish]

- And now it'll be us next.

- No, don't talk like that.

Don't.

- I'm sorry. (CRYING)

I'm sorry for everything.

I've been so horrible to you.

- I'm sorry, too.

- No.

No, please, listen to me, OK?

When I cheated on you,

I ruined everything.

I messed everything up.

I did.

And it was all my fault.

- Don't say that.

I didn't know how

to forgive you.

OK.

I kept holding stuff

over your head.

And I made it impossible

for us to move on.

But I love you, and

I'm ready to move on.

[crunching]

- Reid.

Reid.

No.

It wasn't just one time.

I was seeing someone

behind your back.

[crying]

- (STAMMERING) I was--

I was seeing someone

behind your back.

But it was a long time ago, OK?

I'm sorry that I was seeing--

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please.

Please.

I'm sorry.

- Is it mine?

- What?

- The baby.

Is it mine?

- Stop talking.

[crackling static]

- Stop talking.

- Yes, Reid.

Of course, the baby's yours.

I don't know.

I don't remember.

I don't remember.

I don't know.

I wasn't sure where we were

going, and I was selfish.

How could he not remember?

- Please, I love you.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

- She doesn't love you!

- Oh, yes I do.

I love you.

I love you.

- She doesn't love you!

- please Tell me you

forgive me, please.

- I'm gonna shut you up.

- Please, Reid.

Tell me you forgive me.

I can't die without

you-- with you hating me.

No, stop!

- It's too late.

- No!

No!

- It's too late.

- No!

You.

We've got to get going

before he wakes up.

All right, hurry.

Follow me.

[rapid breaths]

- Hey.

Why did you help us?

Who are you?

- I don't remember who I was.

The road does that to you.

Makes you forget.

Makes you see horrible

things until you don't even

know for sure what's real.

Even now, who's to say.

Am I talking to you?

Or am I mumbling nonsense

to some tree in the woods?

- What happened here?

- Oh, this was a huge fire

a long, long time ago.

- Come on, I got

something to show you.

There it is.

- You mean--

OK, this-- this is our car.

But it looks like it's

been here forever.

How long have we been out here?

You've been here for a while--

is there no way out?

- Not that I've

been able to find.

You can't drive out,

and you can't walk out.

And every time I wind

up right back here.

But there may be

a way out for you.

That sign-- I've never

seen that before.

You must have done something

different-- something I never

did.

- What do you mean?

Like what?

- I don't know.

But you must be almost there.

- What do you mean almost there?

Like, we-- we have

an undrivable car.

We have no f*cking gas.

Somebody stole our--

did you steal our gas?

- No, I took the food.

The others must

have taken the gas.

- What do you mean, the others?

- The others.

You'll have to get more gas.

- We'll have to get some gas.

OK.

Well, how do you

expect us to get gas

in the middle of

the f*cking forest?

- Cars.

- What do you mean, the cars?

This is the only car

that we've been seeing.

What do you mean, cars?

- This car.

Your car.

Time doesn't matter out here.

Your car is old because

this car is old.

And if you go down this

road, the cars get older.

And then, if you go this

way, if you come down

this road this way,

then things, they go--

they start going-- they.

Time-- (STAMMERING)

- I-- I don't understand

what you're saying.

Um, but can you please--

can you please help

us out of here?

i have a baby, and I need to--

- Get out of here!

Stay back!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- You, get away from me.

I know who you are!

- We're not--

- You're just like

all the others.

You're trying to k*ll me.

- We're not trying to k*ll you.

- You can't k*ll me, because

I'm going to k*ll you first.

I'll k*ll you first!

I'll k*ll you first!

(QUIETLY) I'll k*ll you first.

[mysterious tones]

- Hey.

Hey!

Reid, talk to me!

- What!

- What do you mean, what?

- What do you want?

What do you want?

- I want you!

Don't do that!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I lied to you, OK?

I'm sorry.

I just, like-- seeing

you in the hospital,

I couldn't lose

you again after--

after you tried to--

- Is it my fault?

- I had to tell you

the truth, because I

don't want to keep things

secret between us anymore.

OK, please, please.

I want us to be together.

Please.

[cries]

- Let's just keep walking.

- OK.

OK.

OK.

What now then?

What now?

- If that old man is right, then

there's more versions of our car

out here.

And we'll-- we'll find the

one that has gas in it,

and we'll get the

hell out of here

- OK.

OK.

What happens if we run into the

psychopath in the woods again?

- Then I'll f*cking k*ll him.

[droning noises]

- (WHISPERING) I hear something.

- (WHISPERING) Get down.

Get down.

Get down.

[mysterious music]

- It's you.

- That's when he stopped

to go to the bathroom.

Reid.

- Stay here.

Don't let her see you.

- No, no, no.

Reid, no.

No, Reid, where are you going?

Reid?

[rustling]

[mysterious music]

- Wait.

f*ck.

[crackling leaves]

[labored grunting]

[music intensifies]

[cracking branch]

[low droning noise]

- Did I ever tell you

about the last time

my dad took me camping?

- No.

- I hated hunting,

but he loved it.

We shot a deer in the woods.

There was so much blood.

I was only nine.

He made me skin the deer.

I cried.

I puked.

He hit me.

[pen clicking]

- Would you please stop

clicking that f*cking pen!

- I'm not.

[rapid breathing]

[ominous music building]

[engine turns over]

[tires squeal]

- Stay with me.

We're getting close, OK?

- OK.

- Almost there.

- OK.

- Wait.

I remember that.

Do you/ Do you

remember that, too/

- Yeah, I do.

[honking]

- What are you doing?

- Hey!

- What are you doing?

- Who is that.

- I don't know.

Someone else is out here.

- I'm trying to scare him off

so they, or we, can escape.

- We made it, but

I don't understand.

Why are we passing

the car again?

I thought-- I thought

we were close.

- Well, the old man, he said

we did something differently.

- No, but we didn't

do anything different.

We just drove back in--

in reverse.

- Do you think that's it?

- Hey.

Hey, look!

Look, there it is!

Wait, I can't believe it.

I think-- I think

we're going to make it.

Reid.

Reid.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- Hey.

- What are you doing?

- Look, I just want to let

you know that I'm sorry, OK?

I thought that if I didn't

hold on to you tight enough

that you would

slip away from me,

and I realized that by

holding on too tight,

I just made everything worse.

OK?

But I love you, and

I'm ready to move on.

I just love you so much.

- I love you too.

- I love you, baby.

- I love you so much.

I'm sorry for everything.

- It's OK.

- I love you.

- I love you.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

- I think we're

going to make it.

- Yeah.

Yeah, we're going to make it.

- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey are you OK?

That looks really bad.

Let me get something for that.

[low whispers]

[haunting music]

[metallic ring]

- It's you.

(FRIGHTENED) You're him.

- What?

- You're him.

You're going to k*ll me.

- What?

Olivia, what are

you talking about/

- Whoa!

Hey, hey, hey.

Where did you get that?

Olivia, put the knife away.

Hey.

- No, Reid.

You knew.

You knew.

- What are you talking about?

- You knew I was cheating.

- Knife down.

- You knew this whole time!

This is the part of

your sick plan, Reid.

This--

- Olivia, calm down.

We're both very

confused right now.

Everything is out--

- Reid, I'm not confused!

- --of whack.

- I'm not confused1

I'm not confused!

- Put the knife down, Olivia.

- You have the tarp.

You have the rope back there.

- Put the knife down.

- You don't want our baby.

- Are you kidding me?

- You want us both dead, Reid.

You want us both dead.

- Put the knife down.

Olivia, put the knife away!

I didn't do anything!

- I will k*ll you.

I will k*ll you, Reid.

I promise.

Get out of the f*cking car.

- Put the knife down!

- Get out of the car, Reid!

- Stop it!

None of this is real!

Put the knife down!

OK.

- Get out!

- You are not thinking clearly.

- Get out of

- OK?

- --the car.

- Just put the knife down--

- No!

- --and let me back in the car.

- No!

No!

- Olivia, you are going to

leave me out here to die.

- I don't care.

I don't care, Reid.

Give me the keys.

Give me the f*cking keys!

Give me the f*cking keys!

- Put the knife away!

- Oh God!

- Stop.

Give me the keys.

[olivia shouting]

[keys jingling]

[metallic flick]

[frightened breaths]

- Help me.

[squelching]

- Help me.

Help!

Help me!

Help!

[squish]

[pained groans]

- (WHIMPERING) No.

No!

Why?

Why are you doing this?

Why are you--

[yelps]

[grunts and groans]

- No.

[strained groans]

- No!

[screams]

- No!

- No, no!

[rapid breathing]

[screams]

[crying]

- The baby.

- No.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no.

Baby.

- I was wrong.

I was wrong.

It was me.

It was me.

- It's over.

It's over.

- No, it's not.

- Baby, we're going

to find a way out.

OK.

[whimpering]

- Reid!

[metal thump]

[groans]

[haunting music]

[pained grunts]

[metallic crunch]

- No!

No!

[cries]

- Get away from me!

Get away!

Leave me alone!

[pained yells]

[car beeps]

[screaming]

- Don't you touch her!

[tense music]

- No!

[stinger]

- No!

No, please!

Please!

[metallic slash, squelching]

[dark, triumphant music]

- I'm not you.

Stay toasty out

there, m*therf*cker.

[tired squeal]

[pained grunts and groans]

[music intensifies]

[rumbling, thuds]

- We're gonna make it, baby.

We're almost there!

[zap]

[thunder rumbles]

[otherworldly sounds]

[booms, thuds]

- Stay with me, baby!

Stay with me!

[deep, warbling sounds]

- Come on, baby!

Come on!

[cracks, zaps]

- We're almost there!

Come on!

[zaps]

[shouting]

[deep rumble]

[horn honking]

- Get off the damn road!

- Wait.

Wait.

We made it.

We made it, baby!

Oh my God, we made it.

Baby, wake up.

Hey, wake up.

We made it.

We did it.

- Babe?

No.

Babe?

Babe?

Baby.

Hey, hey.

No.

(CRYING) Oh, God.

[notification dings]

[ringing]

- Reid?

Reid!

- Dad.

- We couldn't reach you.

Your mother's been worried sick.

[mom shouting]

- What's the matter?

Are you OK?

- Dad, something happened.

Something happened.

- Is it, Olivia?

- Oh God.

- Is it the baby?

- No.

No!

[mom shouting]

- Whatever happened,

it's going to be OK.

Whatever happened,

you can move on.

You can forget all of this.

All of it, son.

Do you understand?

You can forget.

- OK.

Yeah.

I'll do that.

- Just please.

Reid?

- Gotta go.

- Reid!

Summer, can you hold--

[call ends]

[somber music]

- (WHISPERING) I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I love you.

I love you.

[wind blowing]

[gasps]

- Reid!

Reid!

Reid.

[ominous music]

[ghostly laughter]

- (WHISPERING) We're

never getting home.

Looks like we'll have an

easy, breezy drive home.

- (YELLING) Be a man Reid!

- Oh no.

- Do you want to

tell me who this is?

[screams]

- You tell me who it is!

- Drive back!

Drive back.

- Yeah, walk out.

You're not even trying--

[overlapping speech]

[ghostly laughter]

[ghostly breath]

[dark music]

[footsteps, rustling]

[soft music]

- (ECHOING) Do you think

you'll have your eyes?

Do you think she'll

have your eyes?

[music turns dramatic]

[heavy, dark music]

[dark music]