( Woman screaming )
Woman: Ew, ew!
Kylie!
Where are you?
Guys!
Guys?
Hello?
Help! ( Echoing )
( Groans )
( Yells )
( Yells )
Hello?
Guys?
Kylie?
Billy?
( Screams ) ( Man groans )
Billy! f*ck, Mia, just chill out.
Stop, stop, stop, stop. Get this stick out of my f*cking d*ck.
Ow.
( Billy screams )
Oh, that... oh, my god. Oh, careful, careful.
f*ck.
My f*cking hero. ( Grunts )
Just anywhere, Noah, that's f*cking great.
Are you all right? No.
Ah, f*ck. My knee. It's going to be all right, bro.
We're going to get you fixed up. f*ck.
Woman: Noah? Noah: Kylie?
Noah. Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
Don't...
Jesus. Billy.
Just leave it.
Jesus. f*ck. Ew.
(Coughs) Oh, my god.
And? Do you see yourself?
Oh, I'm sorry. Do you see a f*cking gap around here, Kylie?
I don't care if your boyfriend can see my ass.
I'm covered in sh*t and Ava and Tyler are f*cking dead.
We don't know Ava's dead, okay? Well, Tyler is dead.
Yeah, Tyler's real dead and it wasn't f*cking pretty.
Look at me. Look at us. What the f*ck was that?!
I don't know.
Whatever it is, it's nothing that's supposed to be real.
It definitely wasn't in the brochure.
Can we please get away from this place? Why are we stopping?
Guys, I lost my phone. Does anyone have theirs?
No, I don't have a f*cking phone, Noah.
I don't have my wallet. I don't have my keys, all right?
I got a f*cked-up knee and I got a bunch of internal bleeding.
You're bleeding everywhere. All right, so it's not so internal.
( Groans ) sh*t.
We need to get Mia inside before she freezes.
No, I'm fine. Thanks.
I need a warm shower and a really strong drink.
Oh, that sounds lovely. Let's do that. I like that plan.
No. Drinking will thin your blood.
Oh, thank you. That's a wonderful fact.
Noah, please tell your girlfriend she's not my f*cking doctor.
Or even a doctor. Yet.
Billy, I don't want to be your priest, either.
Touché. Okay. Guys, can you just come over here and help pick Billy up so we can get into the house?
Careful, careful.
( Billy grunts ) Lift. Des, come on.
f*ck. Do you think there's booze in there?
Yeah, there's got to be. There's nothing else to do out here.
We can get Mia and Billy inside, but then we need to go find Ava.
Okay, just f*cking... you can't go back out there, Kylie.
Let's just be clear... we're breaking in, right?
Yeah. Awesome.
Mia, we can't leave Ava out there all alone.
I don't think she's doing so hot. You don't know that.
Look, you guys, we just need to get safe and warm so we can figure this out.
We can't just leave her. She's dead!
We all saw it.
Going back out there and getting yourself k*lled isn't going to f*cking change anything.
How can you say that? Look at me. Look at us.
Look at Billy. I don't know what... shut up! Just shut up!
We can't do anything about Ava.
We need to find someone to help us or get us the f*ck out of here, all right?
Des, that's not doing sh*t... Please, just call someone.
You can't go out there... We don't have a f*cking phone!
Please, can you call... We don't have a phone.
She's not a nobel laureate. Okay, okay.
Fine. Let's just get inside.
Billy: Ah, sh*t.
It doesn't look like anyone's in there to help us.
Great, right out of the frying pan.
Cool, so fire's still to come.
At least we'll be warm.
Billy: Easy, easy.
(Grunts)
There's no place like home. There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.
( Music playing )
♪ Movers sulk like gravediggers ♪
♪ while you hug at the door ♪
♪ starting 1st may, no bus will go here anymore ♪
♪ pack your sun, freeze your sun ♪
♪ it'll stay longer ♪
♪ lock your sun ♪
♪ pack your sun, freeze your sun ♪
♪ lock your sun ♪
♪ urnful of summer ♪
♪ urnful of summer ♪
♪ pack your sun, freeze your sun... ♪
♪ Locked away with her hair ♪
♪ in a memory rack ♪
♪ it was one Nick cave album ♪
♪ and three coens films back ♪
♪ a bottled look at the sun ♪
♪ through the shimmering potion ♪
♪ some want a private beach ♪
♪ you, your own private ocean ♪
♪ urnful of summer ♪
♪ urnful of summer... ♪
♪ Urnful of summer ♪
♪ urnful of summer ♪
♪ urnful of summer ♪
♪ urnful of summer ♪
♪ urnful of summer. ♪
( Groans, mumbles )
What is this horseshit?
Come on.
Just down. The ground's fine, the ground's fine.
Ah, sh*t! I'm twisted.
Careful. ( Leaves rustling )
What the f*ck?
( Knocking )
Nobody's here.
Ah, it's f*cked up. Nobody's home.
Billy: Ah, jeez. They aren't coming back anytime soon.
How is it that there's no other houses around?
All these houses are people's vacation homes.
Yeah, but it says number seven. So?
It's the only f*cking house on the street.
Maybe it's someone's lucky number, huh?
I don't think it's ours. Mm-mm.
Well, I should go get some help. And leave us here?
I'm not f*cking staying here if you're going.
I'm coming with you. It's freezing out here, Noah.
Mia, I'll make sure I get you in the house first.
Jesus, des. Oh.
Billy: Holy crap.
Ooh.
She... you couldn't... she made you look like a tool.
( Shivering )
Billy: Des. Des.
Des.
Des. Yes.
Baby, you're my hero. Let's have sex.
Sorry, dude.
You probably don't have enough blood left in you to fill that big d*ck of yours.
How sad is it that I'm going to die wishing I had a smaller d*ck?
No man should die wishing that. That's sick.
Well, if we make it out of here, you can chop some of it off.
I'd rather die.
Can you guys be serious for once? I'm sorry, okay?
But look at me. I'm trying to keep my spirits up.
There's no phone.
Whiskey and vodka, but no phone.
Which did you look for first? Lick my clit.
Cute. Oh, that's right.
We already played that game.
Keep talking. I need as many reasons to live as I can get.
Anyway, if there's no phone, I'm going to go get some help.
I want to go with you.
Babe, I need you to stay here so you can fix Billy up and make sure Mia's all right. I'm fine.
No, you're not fine. But you will be.
Oh, god. Maybe not. f*ck.
Babe, I don't like it here.
I'm gonna second that, too.
This trip has been a total bust so far, bud.
Okay, well, I'm sorry. Lynchburg, Tennessee.
That's where I wanted to go. Should have gone.
Gone to the Jack Daniel's distillery, had a cocktail.
Lynchburg lemonade at the Jack Daniel's distillery.
Maybe a f*cking novelty item, a t-shirt that says
"I had lemonade in lynchburg, Tennessee."
That's what I wanted to do. I would have been happy with a f*cking bottle opener.
Instead, I'm in f*cking Cape Cod.
Walking through the f*cking marsh.
I hate fish and chips.
Yeah, um... yeah, you know lynchburg, Tennessee, is a dry county?
Thank you, Noah.
You're right. That would have been lame.
This has been much better.
I'll make sure I pencil it in next time, Princess.
Yeah. Just pencil that in.
Seriously, babe, we're still stuck in this empty house with no phone in the middle of f*cking nowhere.
With god knows what out there. Billy, you're going to be fine.
You've got half-naked hot chicks and apparently booze.
Exactly, huh?
This is a f*cking horror movie.
There are five... way too many of us left.
Des is going to get it first. She's f*cking hot.
Respectfully, I want to disrespect that ass, but I got to do it quick 'cause she's a f*cking goner.
I'm f*cking hurt, so I'm next.
sh*t.
And, you, f*cking han solo over here, you're going off for help.
You're not coming back, boss. Textbook, dude.
You're a goner. You done?
No, I'm not. Mia... Mia, she's beautiful.
She's f*cking annoying when she's freaked out.
She's going to get offed pretty quick. Shut up, Billy.
And then there's you, Kylie.
She's sweet. She's a little sassy, a little bitchy.
She's the girlfriend. She's moderately dressed.
That means she's a little more classy than everybody else.
Which means you know you're not going to see your tits.
It's in your f*cking contract. Shut up, Billy.
This doesn't feel good.
Noah, we're like robbers.
We just broke into this house. What if the police come?
Babe, I hope the police come, but unfortunately, I don't think we're gonna get that lucky.
I don't even think there's anyone around here that would call the police.
Babe. No, babe, let's get in the house.
Come on, Billy. f*cking... here we go. Oh, god.
Billy: Slow, slow, slow, slow, slow, slow.
sh*t. Slow down.
Just... f*cking hold on.
( Billy grunting )
All right. Ahh.
Yeah. You all right, man?
Oh, no. f*ck me. Oh, that hurts.
Fire.
All right, guys, I'm going to go get some help, okay?
Billy: Yeah. Noah.
Babe.
God, you guys suck face a lot.
I love you. I love you, too.
Can you guys find someone to pick us up besides the cops?
We're breaking and entering and drinking.
Then stop drinking.
Who cares? Let's just get out of here.
No. Hey, I got to agree with Barbie on this one.
All right, I'd rather call some real cops from home than deal with some f*cking hick sheriff coming out here.
f*ck, you know, you guys watch too many movies.
You know what? I'll go find a phone and call troit while he's still on the cape, okay?
Be careful.
Careful's my middle name.
Yeah, no, it's Oliver.
f*g.
Okay.
Just hurry up. Vémonos. Come on.
Drink. I need to put alcohol in my skull.
And a new leg. Oh, my knee.
We'll try to find you something for your wounds.
Great, I'll just... I'm going to stay right here.
I'll make you a drink. Don't.
No, no, no, no.
If I'm dying, I'm not dying f*cking sober, okay?
(Laughs) Hell, yeah. Words to live by.
Or maybe not. Just make a whiskey, all right?
No O.J.
There's no ice. I don't give a f*ck.
Just give me the bottle.
( Giggles ) This bottle? Yes, please, Desiree.
That bottle. This one?
I don't give a sh*t. Just give me the f*cking bottle.
( Giggles ) Do that again.
No. Maybe if they knight you.
I got to get this filth off me. There's got to be a shower upstairs.
Mia, do you want to come get cleaned with me?
No, I want to stay under the blanket.
Mia, are you sure about that, babe? I'm sure.
'Kay, 'cause I'd climb up those f*cking stairs with my teeth to see that naked.
Poor Billy. I know you're just dying to see me naked.
Yeah. Given my situation here, that's real f*cking funny.
Great. There's no first aid in the bathroom.
Convenient. Yeah.
I'm gonna just see if there's anything useful in the basement.
You should try to put something else on.
f*ck off, c**t.
Billy: Ohh. Classy.
No, she's not.
I try.
( Door creaks )
( Light switch clicking ) sh*t.
( Door creaks )
( Sighs )
( Exhales )
Oh, f*ck it.
Ew.
(Water running )
Do not go in the basement, go find a nice, big-ass f*cking Kn*fe and sit your fine ass down right here next to me and we'll wait for prince charming to come back, huh?
Yeah, that's a great line. Ls that how you get all the ladies?
No, no. That's... yeah, that's my big cock, yeah. Gross.
( laughs, grunts)
No, but seriously, you're going to go downstairs, you're going to see a mouse or see a f*cking rat...
Mm-mm. ...You're going to scream, and given my situation, I can't go down there and save the day.
I appreciate that, but I'm not afraid of spiders or rats.
I'll be fine.
Are you okay? I'm okay.
Hey. You cold?
What do you think? It's 'cause you're naked.
In f*cking rain boots.
Sweet.
( Gasps )
It's just the wind.
Don't be a p*ssy.
Ch!
What's the point of having a boyfriend when I'm down here tripping over spiders?
(Whimpering )
Ava! ( Panting )
You all right?
( Panting )
( Both laughing )
Sorry. You're not wearing green.
That's not your boyfriend. Where is he anyway?
He's around here somewhere. Well, I hope he's wearing green.
( Muffled music playing )
I am wearing green.
Cheers for her birthday.
Lookie, lookie what just walked in through the door.
Dibs. Dibs.
Well, her husband didn't even bother to show up today, so she should have dibs.
( Chatter)
Oh, hi. Hello, boobs.
( Muffled chatter)
Yes, I changed my mind.
It's my birthday. Oh.
Missy, strip.
( Muffled chatter continues )
Thank you, thank you. Okay.
Look at you not wanting to dress up to celebrate with the girls.
And as soon as a hot guy waltzes in, it's like, "oh, take off your dress. Get naked in the bathroom."
Get a f*cking phone, call troit.
I can't believe you're making me do this.
It's a crazy birthday.
It's about to get crazier...
I guess I'm going to go drink more because god knows I won't find a guy dressed like this.
( Music playing )
f*ck me.
Hey, sailor.
Want to buy me a drink?
It's my birthday.
Happy birthday.
It's St. Patty's day. And my birthday.
Happy birthday.
Can I borrow your phone? Aren't you rude.
Mm. If you take a picture with me and buy me a drink, you can.
Yeah, sure.
Excuse me, sir.
What'll it be, kid?
Look, just so you know, got no rocks glasses, ice, or olive.
I just want something quick. I'm in kind of a rush.
sh*ts are quick. And something strong.
Tequila's strong.
Um, yeah, two sh*ts of Tequila.
For 10 bucks.
I don't want a sh*t of Tequila.
Do I, girls? All: No!
You want every other g*dd*mn thing. What do I want?
All: Sex on the beach.
Sex on the beach.
It's your funeral, kid.
So cool.
Cool.
Cheers. Yes.
Keep the change. Change?
I need to change jobs. Dance with me.
Okay, yeah. I just need to make a phone call.
Here. But if you try to run off with it, my husband will kick your ass.
He is a farmer.
Okay. Thanks.
f*ck. Jesus.
Thanks for the tip, shits.
Peachy. Crazy married broads.
Man: "Yello"? Davidson, thank god.
( Switching radio stations )
( Music playing )
♪ ...in my new black boots ♪
♪ 'cause, darling, you know ♪
♪ the best trees show their roots ♪
♪ and when I showed up ♪
♪ at that dance hall on 65 ♪
♪ I was a-looking ♪
♪ for something like you ♪
♪ and I'll give one ♪
♪ kiss to show your heart ♪
♪ and I'll give you two ♪
♪ little moments in the dark ♪
♪ and I'll give you three, but no more ♪
♪ turns across the floor ♪
♪ but then it's your turn ♪
♪ and, boy, you better learn to be a gentleman ♪
♪ to be a gentleman... ♪
( Screams )
Mia: Please, help!
( Screams) Mia: Get up!
♪ 'Cause, baby, you know ♪
♪ the best sound is the blues ♪
♪ but when I reckon ♪
♪ just like that dance hall on 65 ♪
♪ I was a-looking ♪
♪ for something as true ♪
♪ and I'll give you one ♪
♪ kiss to show your heart... ♪
(Grunts)
( Body thuds )
(Crying )
( Desiree gasping )
(Coughs)
(Groaning )
( Phone ringing )
( Music playing ) Yo, troit. Lover boy.
Your phone's ringing.
Eh, I don't recognize the number.
It could be a girl you gave your number to in a drunken stupor.
I don't stupor when I'm drunk.
Could be important. I've seen you stupor.
And I've seen you puke in your purse when you're drunk.
Have not!
Yello? Noah: Davidson, thank god.
You guys are so cute. Like a little married couple or something.
Noah: Are you there? I'm going to go powder my nose.
Noah: Hello?
Hello? Bye.
( Sighs ) Noah: Davidson, are you there?
Oh, shut up. You always see the worst in people.
Only you and the people you try to bang.
Quiet, wench. I'm on the phone.
If she's not doing coke, she's probably puking up those French fries.
Those fries sucked.
I'd puke 'em up, too, if my gag reflex still worked.
Noah, what's up, man?
Dude, it's pretty late.
Shouldn't you be f*cking that little pop-tart of yours?
No, man. Nobody's f*cking right now.
Listen, man, I'm in west craven and I really need a ride.
West craven? What the hell are you doing out there?
You know, that place used to be pretty cool, but now, ehh.
Yeah, well, there's definitely something going on now, okay?
I'm in some trouble, I really... All right. I'll be there.
But, dude, if it's some boring west craven bullshit, I'm gonna be pissed. Yeah, no. It's not.
Do you have room for five? Five?
Five? Five people? Ahh...
Try and ditch the deadweight if you can.
If not, the more the merrier.
Just hurry, okay? All right.
( Laughing )
Who was that? My cousin Noah.
He wants me to pick him up in west craven.
Now? Mm-hmm.
Troit, that's in the middle of the cape.
Yup. You wanna come?
I guess.
When do I say no to you?
Every time I tell you... Shut up.
Well, you asked.
Did I hear we need to pick up five people?
How are we all going to fit?
Well, you could sit on my lap. Take a ride on my lap.
It'll be fun. sh*t.
Then I might be sitting on little-miss-local-nosebleed's face.
Oh, nice.
I don't think she'd like that.
Uh, I think she might.
Such a pig. I hate you.
Hey, just because your religion doesn't like pork or they're against it or whatever, it doesn't mean I can't fantasize about you.
Shut up, troit.
And I'm not Muslim, I'm hindu.
And you know that. I know you know that.
Shh. Hey, hey, no. It's okay.
You're a t*rror1st and you hate Christmas and you want to steal my 40 virgins, but, Chandi, I support you and your crazy beliefs.
I do not know why I hang out with you.
Yes, you do. Besides, I make you laugh.
No.
Well, yes.
But that's not enough. You're an idiot.
And you kind of want to bang me.
No. It's cool.
No, I do not. Really, it's cool.
I kind of want to bang you, too.
You're drunk.
Drunk is not an excuse for being right, baby.
Who was I named for?
Your grandmother.
On what side? Your mother's.
How many times have I been arrested? Five, you criminal.
All dismissed, though.
Bet your sweet ass.
Henry, we need sh*ts.
sh*ts for the road.
He's really hot.
Which one?
♪ Mirror, mirror, on my wall... ♪ Too much. ♪ Who's the fairest of them all? ♪ You're never going to get this off of me.
♪ She can bring you to your knees ♪
♪ but she's hard to please ♪
♪ "oh, my god, so surprised to see you ♪
♪ I'm so glad to finally meet you"... ♪ It's not enough.
This might come off if you play your cards right.
♪ I see you staring in your mirror ♪
♪ what will it take for you to see? ♪ Almost, but it's a little too...
♪ And your beauty is empty ♪
I'm a sure thing.
♪ If you could see what you could be, girl ♪
♪ you wouldn't be dishonest to me... ♪
( Music playing )
Troit: Henry, we need sh*ts.
sh*ts for the road. Do you think that's a good idea, t?
No, no, I do not.
What'll it be, then? That was fast.
Uh, two sh*ts of... f*ck is the name of that drink?
Jack. two sh*ts of Jack for me and a fuzzy ball. Navel.
A fuzzy navel for this pretty little thing next to me.
Oh, and do you have any curry back there?
Jameson, assh*le.
I stand corrected.
The lady wants "Jameson assh*le."
Anyone named Jameson in here?
I'm going to k*ll you all.
f*cking t*rror1st.
Name on my uncle's back.
Spider monkey from India.
Oh, sh*ts. Put me down.
What the f*ck are we drinking to?
World peace. Nope.
This ain't a beauty pageant, honey.
Then to good times and good friends.
Nope. This ain't a mormon dance.
Then what?
To pinky the Saint. To pinky the Saint.
Okay.
Ooh.
On to west craven. Ooh, on to west craven.
Whoo!
Ah, like horse urine.
Troit, do you think going to west craven now is such a good idea?
I mean... I know what you mean.
Just put it on my tab. That's not what I meant.
You don't even have a tab.
No tab, you say? Oh.
Well, I will be back tomorrow.
But in the meantime, on to west craven.
( Cheering )
Scott, you don't think...
What's the point of having a boyfriend when I'm down here tripping over spiders?
( Screams )
( Music playing )
No, wait. Nobody's f*cking right now. Listen to me.
I'm in west craven and we really need a ride.
( Laughing )
Do you have room for five?
The car went that way.
Thanks, man.
Thanks.
f*g.
( Noah panting )
( Screaming ) ♪ I swallow his beasts ♪
♪ I absorb his demons ♪
♪ like shock therapy ♪
♪ flypaper in the evening ♪
♪ I'm cold alone ♪
♪ then he brings me home ♪
♪ in an alley... ♪ Get off!
( Screaming continues )
♪ The old gods and the new game ♪
♪ we happen to meet ♪
♪ came alive on a Sunday ♪
♪ I'm told of Rome ♪
♪ and all its roads... ♪
Please, don't.
(Crying )
Get off!
f*ck you!
f*ck you! Get off of me!
Get off of me!
( Screaming )
( Low grunt)
Whoa.
( Breathing heavily )
I should probably get on.
( Phone chiming ) sh*t.
Oh, my god. He did not.
He called you?
Yes, you should totally go out with him.
( Grunting ) ( Screams )
Get off of me! Please! Help! ( Screaming )
( Music playing ) ( Laughing )
You're drunk, Chandi.
Why is this gravel?
My car...
Where's your car? Are you okay to drive?
I, uh... Oh, my gosh. Guys.
Look at this boat. Wow.
Chandi, we should totally buy a boat.
What about me? Yes.
Yes, we should all buy a boat.
Really, troit? You want to buy this boat?
No, not this boat.
Yeah, Chandi. Not this boat.
This will never play.
Okay, troit. Tomorrow, we'll all buy a boat.
But for now, your car's over there.
Let's go. Oh.
All right. Let's go find this cuz.
This your car? Chandi: Yup.
Where are we going? Do you even know how to get there?
Where are we going? Enough.
No more questions.
Or put them in writing.
Good. Now either get in, get out, or go away.
It's a good thing he's hot. Really hot.
(Mimics giggle)
You really like red bull, don't you?
It gives me wings.
( Engine stalling ) Come on, Betty.
Your car's name is Betty? No.
(Engine stalling )
What is he doing? Just wait.
( Car starts )
( Music playing on radio )
Let's go make some music.
( Screaming ) ( Grunting )
Mia: Kylie!
Billy! Billy!
Billy: Jesus Christ. Mia! Mia: Kylie!
Billy: What do you want? f*ck you, man.
( Screaming continues )
Billy: Let go of me! Mia: Leave us alone!
Let me go! Oh, my god!
Mia: Help! Help! Leave us alone!
' Mb'. '
Mia!
sh*t.
f*ck you! What do you want?! Billy!
Stop it! Let me go!
Billy!
Help us!
Billy, help me!
Billy. Man, what the f*ck did we do?!
Billy!
Get the f*ck away from us!
Get the f*ck away from us. Back off, you f*ck!
Leave me alone!
Billy. f*cking...
I can't leave you here. Get up!
Get up, get up, get up! Back off.
Come on, Billy, get up. Gotta get up. f*ck off! Back the f*ck off!
( Screams )
( Mia continues screaming ) No! No!
Billy, come on. Come on, Billy. Back up.
Billy, come on.
Come on, Billy, come on!
Ah, sh*t.
Back up. You gotta get up.
Come on, Billy.
Come on, Billy, come on.
Come on, Billy.
Get up. Billy, get up.
Ah, f*ck! Mia!
Back up. What do you want?!
What the f*ck do you want?
Billy! Billy!
Get up! I can't leave you here.
Get up!
I'm f*cking trying, all right? f*ck you! Leave her alone!
Mia: Please, no! Get up!
( Desiree screaming )
Mia: Billy. No! Billy!
Just f*cking run.
Run. Just go. I'm sorry, Billy.
I'm sorry. I'm gonna be fine.
You piece of sh*t.
Famous last words.
f*ck you.
( Screaming )
( Whimpering ) ♪ Don't want your religion, no ♪
♪ I got problems of my own ♪
♪ don't want your misgivings... ♪
( Desiree groaning )
♪ I'll give you one... ♪
( Distant howling )
( Grunts ) Oh, f*ck.
You gotta be sh1tting me.
f*ck.
Oh, that's good.
( Howling )
(Groaning )
Oh, my god, Kylie.
Oh, f*ck.
Kylie.
Noah? You're okay.
I don't know.
Everyone is dead.
God, everyone? I think.
f*ck. Billy?
So sorry.
Baby?
Oh, f*ck.
I'll k*ll you!
Who did it?
Billy! Mia!
♪ We used to be so close before ♪
♪ we'd watch the days go by... ♪
( Noah's voice ) Billy, you're going to be fine.
( Billy's voice ) You're going off for help, you're not coming back, boss.
( Noah's voice ) I should go get some help.
( Kylie's voice ) I want to go with you.
I love you.
Be careful.
( Noah's voice ) All right, guys, I'm going to go get some help.
( Banging )
m*therf*cker!
( Growls ) f*ck!
( Groans ) Die, m*therf*cker.
Kylie! ( Grunts )
♪ You ran away ♪
♪ without a reason why ♪
♪ now I divide the time ♪
♪ so unevenly it seems ♪
♪ some days are bad ♪
♪ some days are good ♪
♪ but they're few and far between. ♪ Kylie.
f*ck. ( Screams )
Oh, my god.
( Banging ) ' ( Gasps )
(Whimpering )
( Bangs ) ( Screams )
( Door creaks )
( Gasps, screaming )
Stop! Get off of me!
( Clicking )
( Screaming )
( Music playing on radio )
f*cking lost. Chill out, Chandi, all right?
We're not lost. We're almost there.
Where's "there"?
( Giggles)
Hey, slow down.
There's something... people.
What are you talking about?
Oh, sh*t. I don't like this.
Yeah, that's probably not good.
They're not moving. f*ck, you didn't drink enough.
I wish they would stop spinning. I'm scared.
They're creeping me the f*ck out.
Troit, do something. Should I hit 'em?
No, don't hit them. Honk at them.
( Horn honks )
We should try and see what they want.
No, don't. Please, don't. Let's turn around.
Are you f*cking kidding me? I know what they want.
Run them over. You can't f*cking run them over.
Okay, but I promise, they're crazy f*cking K*llers, Chandi.
No, they're not. I'm just saying.
( Screaming ) Chandi, I f*cking told you.
Why don't you hit them?! What are you doing?
Floor it! g*n it!
sh*t! ( Screaming )
Do something! Troit: It f*cking stalled!
Come on, come on!
Damn it! Start! Oh, my god!
sh*t.
Do something!
f*cking hell! Get off my car, you assholes!
God damn it!
You donkey f*cking bastard.
Get the f*ck off! ( Screaming continues )
You f*cking cock smoker!
Son of a whore!
Get off of me! ( Screaming )
Oh, my god!
Whoa.
You f*cking fuckwads!
Get them off of me!
There's fucks who r*pe the girls, but I don't get down that way.
Davidson troit, just shut up or I'm going to k*ll you.
Well, you'll have to take a number on that one.
f*ck you, hillbilly.
( Yelling ) Holy sh*t.
(Grunting )
Hey.
Yeah, you better run, you fucks!
Chandi: What the f*ck was that?!
You'll have to narrow that question down.
Oh... how... what the f*ck happened to your car?!
Oh, f*ck.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh, my god.
Is she...
Mm-hmm.
Oh, god.
Are you sure? Pretty sure.
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
She's not.
And neither is my car.
Oh, god. Jesus f*cking Christ.
( Gagging ) Chandi: We have to go.
We're gonna make it, okay? Yeah.
Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry.
Lose those heels.
We're gonna have to run the rest of the way.
It's not much further. I'm not running anywhere.
Apparently my cousin needs more than a ride.
There are things out there and something flipped your piece-of-sh*t car.
I am f*cking freaking out.
I... I need clothes.
We need help and the police.
And that poor girl is dead.
Troit: It's okay. It's going to be okay.
How can you say that? Nothing is going to happen to you.
Not on my watch. Promise. Those things...
What were those things?
Well, at least we know those crazy Hicks can bleed.
I'm more concerned with whatever the f*ck's out there that scared them.
Did you hear that pitchfork land after you threw it?
Exactly.
All right, now move that ass.
Let's go.
Just because your date got crushed by a car doesn't mean you can smack my ass.
Hey, I just saved it. I can smack it whenever I want.
I hate when you make sense.
( Smooches )
Let's go.
Chandi, that's Noah. Let's go.
Oh, sh*t.
Whoa.
Oh, my god.
Jesus, cuz, is that your girlfriend?
Yeah.
What were you going to do, rescue us by piggyback?
No, I had a car up until about 15 minutes ago.
If you didn't drive that piece of sh*t, it probably wouldn't break down all the time.
Hey, firstly, you didn't tell me this was a f*cking rescue mission, Noah.
And secondly, it didn't break down. Would you have come?
Yeah. Yeah, I would have come.
But, dude, I would have grabbed a Kn*fe or a g*n, a bow and arrow, a f*cking sharp stick.
Something! Want me to guess, troit?
What the f*ck happened to your car, huh?
Probably the same thing that happened to her.
Do you think this is a f*cking joke?!
No, I don't think this is a f*cking joke at all!
You could have told me that I was walking into a f*cking nightmare, Noah!
I would have jerked off first!
I'm... I'm sorry, okay?
But it wasn't this bad when I called you!
Kylie wasn't dead when I left.
Chandi: This isn't happening.
Is anyone else here?
Besides the creepers.
My friends were... there's f*cking blood everywhere!
Look, cuz, I mean... hey, if it makes you feel any better, my car got tossed onto the hot chick I was hoping to bang tonight.
No, it doesn't make me feel any better.
I f*cking loved her.
I was gonna marry her. She was gonna be a doctor.
She was beautiful.
And now she's under a f*cking curtain.
Well... You should never try and help.
Oh, really? I'll remember that the next time a f*cking creeper is trying to r*pe you with a pitchfork, Chandi.
Grow up.
I'm so sorry. ( Sobbing )
I'm sorry.
I... I don't know what to do.
We need to get the hell out of here. That's what we need to do.
Shut up, Davidson. What, you want to stay here?
I hate it when he makes sense, but he's right.
Yeah. Do any of you guys have a phone?
He left it in the car.
God. For f*ck's sake.
I should have called the police.
Yeah. Yeah, you should have, Noah.
Anybody but f*cking me.
f*ck.
Oh, sh*t. God.
You know, your car was a piece of sh*t anyway.
Yes, it was.
You think insurance covers creepers?
sh*t, you think I had insurance, man?
Of course not.
Ahem. I'm happy to see the family back together, but I don't think they're the ones that flipped your car.
I don't know what happened to your car, but there is... there's something in the marsh.
Well, I'm pretty sure I k*lled one of them back there and my car might have a k*lled a couple of them.
Where are your shoes? Troit: That's your question?
After all this, her f*cking shoes?
Hi. I'm Chandi.
Noah. I'm troit's cousin.
I've heard a lot about you. Really?
Hey, why don't you guys run and get a coffee?
While you're at it, get me a triple latte and a f*cking shotgun.
While you two stay out here and get better acquainted, I'm gonna go inside and find something to k*ll things with.
Jesus!
Sorry about that.
We should probably go help him.
Troit, what were you doing? Pissing.
Troit, how can you piss at a time like this?
Holy f*ck.
I guess you can't call this a living room anymore.
Yeah, we should just burn this place.
Find me a match.
Hey, put that down.
( Scoffs ) Oh, come on.
Don't look at me like I'm some kind of shitty vampire.
There wasn't any... much blood in the whiskey.
There are no words for you.
I don't need you drunk. I was drunk when you called me.
He actually holds his liquor quite well.
Respect. You see that?
( Door bangs) ( Woman screams )
Jesus. Oh, f*ck. Mia.
Holy sh*t. You okay?
It's not just the marsh. There's something else out there.
People. Mia, what are you talking about?
They don't like the marsh. Mia, what are you talking about?
They don't go into the marsh.
They don't like the marsh. Mia, you're not making any sense.
I think they're afraid of the marsh. Where's Billy?
Where's Billy? Mia?
Mia, where's... where's Billy, Mia?
Come on, Noah. You know where Billy is.
Or isn't. f*ck.
What... what are we gonna do?
We're not safe in here. We're not safe out there.
They're gonna k*ll us. Mia, they're not gonna k*ll us, okay?
Listen to me. We're going to get out of here, okay?
We're gonna to make it out of this.
What? sh*t's bad enough, dude, don't f*cking jinx us.
Jinx us? ( Screams )
Troit. No, there's f*cking crazy albino rapists running around outside.
There's something else in the marsh which is apparently worse.
And we're stuck in this bloody house.
Literally bloody with no phone, no weapons.
And you know damn well that as soon as you say, "everything's fine," we're f*cked.
All right, we're f*cked.
Hey, troit, you're right. We're f*cked.
Do you feel better?
Surprisingly, yeah. Not helping.
Seriously, do you have any sort of plan?
We should start by... ( Howling )
Troit! ( Screaming )
( Glass shattering ) sh*t! don't let the beast in the door!
They're coming for me!
I wouldn't. Ah!
Mia: I k*lled one. Just lock the front door, all right?
Chandi: The f*cking window is smashed.
Well, it's not gonna hurt to lock the front door.
( Scoffs ) sh*t.
I don't want to die. I know they're coming after me.
It's broken.
What the f*ck did these people cut their steak with?
Do something!
Troit: We are doing something. Do something else!
I don't want to die.
( Crashes )
What the f*ck?
( Grunts ) Stop it.
What? Get us out of here.
( Screaming ) Son of a bitch.
( Screaming )
Noah: Troit!
Don't worry about the dude in the basement.
We're super... f*cked. ( Grunts, choking )
No! Troit! Let it go.
Shh. Get down.
(Coughing )
Okay, who's the cowboy?
(Grunting )
You're the cowboy, huh?
I f*cking hate you guys!
Which one of you fucks flipped my car, huh?
God damn it.
Oh, no.
You do not go crushing hot chicks...
( Grunts ) ...With cars.
Especially not my hot chick...
( Grunts ) ...With my f*cking car.
You f*cking f*ck.
sh*t.
I like this shovel.
I don't know what kind of hell you go to, creeper, but I'm going to f*ck you in the head with this shovel until I send you there.
I know that.
End of the road, fucker.
(Grunts)
(Grunts)
f*cking mud.
f*cking noose.
You're gonna pay for this shirt, creeper.
You can't just buy one either.
I had it made!
( Music playing )
Do you think it's gone? Yeah, I do.
Listen, you need to go get some help.
I'm going to go around back and get troit.
No, no. I'm going with you. No. Listen to me.
Just go and get... Don't leave me. don't leave me.
Shovel!
The next thing that creeps or crawls even near me...
Shovel to the f*cking face.
( Body thuds )
Eat your heart out, Barry bonds. Jesus.
What the f*ck are you doing, man? She's naked.
Don't worry. She's not doing anything for me.
( Banging ) ( Chandi screams )
sh*t.
( Chandi screams ) Time to go.
Wait! What the... wait!
Wait! Chandi: Wait.
Troit, where do you think you're going?
The marsh. No, you haven't been in there.
Dude, it's our only chance. Come on.
What are we doing? We're doing it.
We're going to get k*lled in the marsh. I'm not going back in there.
Yes, you are. We all are because they won't.
Look, that was that chick's theory. I'm going with it.
We don't know that. Damn it, Noah. We don't have time... listen to me. No, you listen to me!
How many went into the marsh in the first place?
Seven. Seven. And how many came out?
Five. Five.
So five of you went into that house and you're all that's left?
Yes, but... It's not hard math, Noah.
We've got better odds in the marsh than we do with the creepers.
Okay, okay. I'm ready.
I was hoping for a better idea.
f*ck. I hate it when he makes sense.
( Grunts ) sh*t.
Come on, man. I don't know where the f*ck we're going.
Do I look like I have a f*cking map? You've at least been in here before.
Come on, lead the way. Don't be such a p*ssy.
I'm gonna k*ll you.
I'll put your name on the list.
♪ So I go and I call on my best friends ♪
♪ so we can all laugh one more time ♪
♪ and I'm looking at the photographs of my brothers... ♪
Here, let me help you.
Thanks.
♪ Well, it's one last call with my mother... ♪
This marsh sucks.
♪ Oh, they say it's over ♪
♪ oh, they say it's over this time ♪
♪ oh, they say it's over ♪
♪ oh, they say it's over this time... ♪ Come on, you guys.
♪ And I'll go and find me a mountain... ♪ Troit. Yeah.
What's my dog's name?
Uh, Australia.
It's a sheltie you've had since you were 10.
You left it with your cousin, Ramesh.
Lucky number, favorite color?
That's easy. 11.
Same as your birthday.
Which is? November 11th, 1991.
And your favorite color is pink.
What's mine? Trick question.
You don't have one because you think favorite colors are stupid.
♪ I assured them that my love was real... ♪
Wow, you guys are getting good at that.
But we're f*cking lost and this stupid marsh is getting deeper.
See, hon, we're like a real married couple.
Aw.
Does that mean you're gonna f*ck me when we get outta here?
At least give you really good head.
Oh, see, now this marsh ain't so bad after all.
f*ck off.
What? It doesn't mean I want to buy a vacation home here, but the trees are quite lovely.
Shut up.
Even in India, everyone's seen "the Princess bride."
Oh, sh*t. You can get DVDs in caves now.
I haven't seen it. Oh, dude, you should totally get it.
I got it in college, got me laid so many times.
How's that? Did you woo freshmen sluts with your Westley impression?
Or fight off R.O.U.S.S in the cafeteria?
I thought you said you haven't seen it.
Busted.
What a d*ck.
Look, all I know is if I busted out a quote at a party, some drunk chick would always come up to me and be like, ( high-pitched ) "Oh, my god. I love that movie.
I haven't seen it in, like, forever."
And I'd be like, "oh, my god. I have it on DVD in my dorm room."
And she'd be like, "we should totally watch it."
Dude, it was so easy. It was like stealing p*ssy from a baby.
You disgust me.
Come on, you totally would've watched it.
Probably.
( Screaming )
I thought your slut friend said they come in here.
Ah, damn it. You're worse than them.
What, are you writing a book?! Help him!
sh*t.
(Grunting )
Oh, f*ck my life.
Chandi: Help him!
Noah, I think you got this.
Just f*cking hit it!
Chandi, shovel.
Where is it?
(Coughing )
Big f*cking ugly.
( Both grunting )
Chandi: Troit! Troit!
( Growls )
Never call me again.
I'll hit him high. I'll hit him low.
Troit!
Troit!
Where is he?
Noah: Troit? I can't see him.
Troit?!
Troit! Troit!
Get my shovel.
sh*t. Where the f*ck is it?
Here. Take it!
Take it.
No!
Troit!
( Yells )
Whatever the f*ck just got Noah, f*cking show yourself!
Fight me!
f*cking fight me!
Fight me! Come on!
Troit! Who the f*ck are you?!
Troit, wait for me. Please don't leave me.
I don't want to die in this f*cking marsh.
Please.
Please. ( Grunts )
( Chandi crying )
It's okay. It's okay. I'm so sorry.
Let's go. Let's get out of here.
Come on.
Come on. ( Shuddering )
Oh, god.
This can't be good.
( Music playing )
♪ Shame, shame, shame ♪
♪ you're such a pretty shame ♪
♪ shame, shame, shame ♪
♪ we played a dirty game ♪
♪ we hide from the light when the love is right ♪
♪ love in the low, we keep out of sight ♪
♪ shame, shame, shame ♪
♪ you're such a pretty shame ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we had a heart of gold ♪
♪ we had our hearts to hold ♪
♪ shame, shame, shame ♪
♪ you're such a pretty shame ♪
♪ shame, shame, shame ♪
♪ we played a dirty game ♪
♪ we hide from the light when the love is right ♪
♪ love in the low, we keep outta sight ♪
♪ shame, shame, shame ♪
♪ you're such a pretty shame ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we had a heart of gold ♪
♪ we had our hearts to hold ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we had a heart of gold ♪
♪ we had our hearts to hold ♪
♪ are we late for our revival ♪
♪ as we watch the casket close? ♪
♪ Have we gone to our redemption ♪
♪ as the body leaves the soul? ♪
♪ We got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we had a heart of gold ♪
♪ we had our hearts to hold ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we got a heart gone cold ♪
♪ we had a heart of gold ♪
♪ we had our hearts to hold. ♪ Oh, my god. You have a f*cking Kn*fe stabbed in your stomach.
( Spits ) Pocket would have been better.
( Music playing )
♪ Born uncertain ♪
♪ cloudy curtains ♪
♪ drawn ♪
♪ leaves one blinded ♪
♪ to your treasures ♪
♪ empty pleasures ♪
♪ caught I'
♪ in a whirlwind ♪
♪ storm ♪
♪ cursed eternal ♪
♪ w*r internal ♪
♪ help it swallows all ♪
♪ swallows all ♪
♪ vanishing ♪
♪ I'm lost in the fog ♪
♪ vanishing ♪
♪ I'm lost in the fog ♪
♪ oh, can you see me bleeding? ♪
♪ Crumbled slowly ♪
♪ slipped into ♪
♪ disguise ♪
♪ trapped by mirrors ♪
♪ locked in cages ♪
♪ oi my own a'
♪ design ♪
♪ left me far behind ♪
♪ angels dangle ♪
♪ wings all m*nled ♪
♪ hole in place of heart ♪
♪ hole for heart ♪
♪ vanishing ♪
♪ I'm lost in the fog ♪
♪ vanishing ♪
♪ I'm lost in the fog ♪
♪ vanishing ♪
♪ I'm lost, I'm gone ♪
♪ vanishing ♪
♪ I'm lost, I'm gone ♪
♪ oh, can you see me bleeding? ♪
♪ Can you see? ♪
♪ Can you see? ♪
( Vocalizing )