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How long are we staying here?
- Just tonight.
We sleep, we leave.
We meet up with Danny and Keisha tomorrow in Long Beach.
- Nah, this is a nice little vacation spot.
I think we should stay here a few days, you know,
make a fucking baby or something.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- I don't think so.
- Why did we have to come all the way out here anyway?
Oh yeah, that's right.
I remember.
'Cause you paid Bird 50K for plans
he already sold to every other crew in LA.
And now they're all after us
thinking that we ripped them off.
Did you know that Denise?
- Oh, shut up.
And you still want to give that shit a cut?
The only cut that ass cum's going to get,
is to cut his throat.
What'd I do?
This bag's heavy, man.
Goddamn!
God fucking damn.
- Shit.
It's like four...
Four and a half million here?
- Or something like it.
We get Bird his car, we still clear like two and a half.
- Nah, Polly's got a point. You don't need to fuck around-
- Don't.
Birthday goodbyes.
- Please.
- Fuck Bird.
Cub-smoking cunt.
No offense, Denise.
- Yup.
- Fucking.
You don't deserve shit but a clear full hallow chips
of my dick in his mouth.
- Bird gets his cut.
And that's that.
No.
No, this is motherfucking this, motherfucker.
You fuck around for too many into that half of faggot.
That's not be bitching out to the highest caliber bitch
and me, Donny, Denise and Keisha.
Hell.
You can't even walk the block no more.
I can't let you fucking bitch out like that, man.
- Put it away.
- Or what?
- Or she is so fast, you'll stink standing.
- I thought you're with me.
- You thought wrong.
I'm with him.
Always have been.
- Oh, I'm trying to see a logic for him.
I guess it's just a little on my right.
There was at time you were ready to use that shit bag
for target practice and pay him.
- There was also a time you had two fucking eyes, Polly.
Times change.
You should too.
- Yeah.
Oh yeah, they do.
- Piss bitch!
What's your deal?
You're looking at me sideways ever since the bank job.
- It's nothing.
Bullshit, it's nothing.
Look, you can't even look me in the eyes
unless you're looking at me all hard
like you want to jump off or some shit.
Hey.
I'm with you.
Motherfucker, I'll ride and die with you.
- I just never seen that part of you before.
What happened back there?
- That motherfucker went for his piece.
What?
- And the bank tellers?
The manager?
- Bitches.
- The people in line, what about them?
Huh?
- I said if anybody moves, they'd all get it.
If they did what they did
and I didn't do what I'd say I'd do
if they did what they did, I'd be a liar.
I ain't no fucking liar, Vel.
- I don't know who you are anymore.
- You know exactly who I am.
Killing people doesn't make me a bad person.
Still me.
- Polly! Polly!
Polly!
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
You can have all the fucking money, man!
I don't care about this fucking-
on the devil's dime
on the green light
- Wow!
- Wow, this is so nice. - This is good.
Nice. - This is good.
- Welcome staycation done right.
- Hey, where are you girls headed?
- To find a bed.
- Room.
- Well, bedrooms are down that way,
and then there's a couple more in the basement
or loft above.
Enjoy.
You gotta be kidding me.
- What?
- Leave them alone, Randy.
No, no, no, Stacy.
They've been doing this shit all day;
teasing, groping, squeezing on each other, teasing me.
And now I'm supposed to go downstairs,
when I know beyond a shadow of a doubt,
that there's some serious late night, pay-per-view
tits and ass, vagina-lympics, 69 and scissor fest going on?
It's not fair!
- Deal with it.
- Then you help me deal with it.
'Cause my purple rocket is ready to rage.
Oh Jesus.
- This is nice.
- Leave it off.
- Why?
I want to see your body.
- Yeah, D-day.
- Turn around.
- Hmm.
That's better than mama's breast milk.
- What's going on with us?
I mean, am I the one doing this?
Hey.
Come on.
It's over, Doug.
It's been over for a long time.
Come on, you have to believe me.
Hmm? - Come on.
Tell me I got nothing to worry about
and I won't kick his fucking teeth out.
- You got nothing to worry about.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- See, this is why we should have just stayed in college
and become career students.
- What?
- You know what.
You and her, it's ridiculous.
- It's nothing.
- Look, it's not nothing.
It's something.
And back when you, me, Cass and Viv used to live together,
this never would have happened.
And you know why.
- Don't.
You know why.
Come on.
What was our motto?
- I ain't saying that shit.
- Come on-
- Nope. - Say it.
- What's up bitches?
- Oh, shit.
- The blackout brigade days are over, man.
You need to slow down.
You're not 20 anymore.
- Bitch, please. I still look it.
And the blackout brigade days are not over,
they're back in full effect.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, so, I hear you're the new...
Scissor Fest champ.
- Vivian- - It was true.
In college she was taking so much coke
I thought she was a Survivor
stocking up for World War III.
Now she's flashing gash with Tammy,
inquiring minds.
- Oh yeah, well, my inquiring mind wants to know
about you and Darren.
- There is no me and Darren.
The boy is a pussy.
P-U-S-S-Y.
Eight years and he's still dancing around
asking me out like,
Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance,
River Dance...
- Okay.
- You two uncultured sluts.
I should con pond both you off this porch.
- Like, either way, just stop being a fucking bitch
and go ask him out already.
Why don't you stop leading him on the way you do?
- Because much like you Liz,
I love the smell of pussy in the morning.
It smells like...
- Disgusting.
- That's fucking nasty. Aw...
- Yeah, it's funny.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
Joke on a wiener, fuck cunt.
You can be such a dick sometimes.
- How much do you say it is a time to share this cabin?
Doug?
- I don't know.
Two, $300 a month?
It's a five bedroom on a 52 acres of land.
Try more like $2,000.
Let's see, here's the kicker.
Me and Stace,
get it for less than 400.
- Get the outta here.
- No, you get the outta here.
I'm serious.
- How'd you get this place for so little?
See,
this place sat abandoned for like 20 years or something
before me and the other guy picked it up.
Original owner was some poor bastard named Paul Talbert.
He was a detective in Big Bear,
Homicide division.
Talbert was investigating irrational murders
by a serial killer
who became known as a local legend
known as the Axeman at Cutter's Creek.
- Ah shit, that's this cutter's creek?
Yeah.
See, the thing is,
the crime scene report
on the graphic detail,
you know, hands and feet hacked off,
heads split in half,
blood, guts and shattered bones,
I mean the axeman slashed his way through the woods
and into the town's history.
In one report, coroner asked,
you know, how many body bags to bring
and Talbert said, "Just bring them up in a fucking bucket."
I mean...
it wasn't a large enough chunk in the meat
to identify whether there was male or female.
So I mean, this killings spread all across town
and cops told everybody to stay in after sundown.
See, then they start finding people
hacked up in their own homes.
Talbert comes home,
to his wife and kids one night,
and inside he finds them hacked to burger patties.
- Oh God.
Yeah.
And he loses it.
Grabs his own ax,
runs off in the woods, screaming at the top of his lungs
saying he found the axeman that cut his creek.
The Axeman beside him.
Sad assault.
- Oh!
- Chill squirrel, it's just me.
I came to see what's taking you so long-
Holy shit.
Oh, were you about to spank it to Vivian?
Oh, how were you gonna spank it to Vivian?
- Dude, I don't even have my dick in my hand.
What are you talking about?
- Oh, I don't need my dick in my hand to rub one out, dude.
.
But sometimes I want it over the top action.
Most times it's shuffling dice, shuffling dice.
Oh dude, let's both spank to Vivian,
high five and make a grilled G sandwich-
- Yeah, I'm getting out of here-
- Oh, it's gooey.
Repressed.
Where is she, Peter Meter?
Ah, you're killing me!
Hey, funny seeing you here.
I was, kind of hoping I can go on a run with you
if that was cool.
- Sure.
This way.
- Oh yeah, yeah, definitely.
- Cass?
- Stace?
So...
- So?
- How can you have nothing to say to me?
- What would he have to say to you?
- You know what?
I'm talking to Brian right now, hun.
Nothing to say?
- About what Cassidy?
What the hell did I do?
You're the one that left me, remember? Did you forget that?
- Why her, Brian?
Why Stacy?
Why did you have to go after my best friend?
What, are you brain-fucked?
I didn't choose her.
Right, she chose me.
Oh, the hell she did.
You didn't go after him, did you?
Look Cassidy,
I don't know how to break this to you,
but Brian is an amazing guy, okay?
He's a great guy, that you took for granted.
- Oh my God.
I should have known, you have always been
after my sloppy seconds.
Really?
- Really?
Okay Cass, get over yourself!
And while you're at it, get over Brian!
- You know what?
You just can't stand the fact
that I had something that you can't.
And you know what?
I am over him.
- No, you're not.
- Baby, you're up.
Doug.
No.
Doug, stop.
Doug!
Doug, stop. Please.
I'm sorry- - Yeah. I know.
You're one sorry bitch!
- Doug, listen to me.
Listen to me, how can I fix this?
Let me fix it.
How? - You can't!
- Why not?
- Because you sucked his fucking dick!
And you're always in his face like you want to do it again.
I mean, you pretty much said so inside, right?
What is it with this guy, huh?
I mean, was he hitting it that damn good,
or was it the money?
It was the money, right?
- No.
Doug, I'm over him, okay?
I can be, just, let me.
Let me fix it.
How can you still have energy
after an hour of this?
Less talk, more jogging.
So you and Stacy have been friends since high school, right?
Darren.
- Yeah. - Listen,
I get it.
I know you think I'm hot or beautiful,
or whatever, and you would love nothing more
than to stick your little twinkie in my Suzie cue.
But, right now in this very second,
I'm only interested in getting in a good run.
So, if you want to stay on my good side,
just shut what I like to call the fuck up
and watch my ass shake like you were doing back there.
I liked you better when you were.
Okay?
- Yeah, I can do that.
- Good.
- How are you awake when you drank so much last night?
- I know
I like to run.
- Nobody's seen him this morning?
- Who?
- Randy. Nobody's seen him?
- Maybe...
I mean the last time I remember seeing him
was last night on the porch.
- Mm-hmm?
- Last time after that though, I saw him out by that...
The jacuzzi.
- Damn, what was he doing?
Well?
- You know, he was videotaping some stuff, you know?
Mm-hmm?
Punch wanking on Vivian and back?
- But, still, nobody's seen him after that though?
Did you see him?
- Mm-mm.
- I thought he was up at the creek or something.
- Well, we would've seen him out
while we were running this morning if he did.
No.
- No, no. Okay?
Don't say it.
- Could be.
- All right, it's just some bullshit story
they tell tourists, okay?
It's not real.
- Axeman at Cutter's Creek. - Jeez. It's not.
It's not, all right?
We'll just go out after breakfast,
and we'll look for Randy, all right?
He probably just jacked himself into a comma.
Well, I'd like to be sure of that.
- What, that he jacked himself into a comma?
That he's okay.
I mean...
- Oh, wait, you want to go look for him right now?
Yeah.
- Oh God, he's like literally the only person
that can fuck up someone when he's not even around.
- All right, I'll go get Liz and then we can just split up.
Is that okay with everybody?
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. - Okay, good.
Don't go alone guys.
- Oh my God.
Yeah, now he's not the only one with some money.
Yeah, motherfucking cheat.
Randy?
- Randy?
- You know what?
I can't bother to look that asshole anymore.
He's not worth the time.
We're going to waste our whole day doing this.
- Can't I change your mind?
- No.
But still like, show me what you're working.
- I'd bet you would.
Liz, I'm coming with.
- All right, then come on along I guess.
- Nasty.
I like it.
- No.
We already went that way.
- Oh.
- Let's go back this way.
- Okay.
What?
- Oh fuck!
You scared the shit out of me.
- Where did you come from?
- Just down creek.
You saw Randy?
- No.
- Where do you think he went?
- Mm-mm.
All right, let's just head back to the cabin
and we'll just wait for everybody back, all right?
- All right.
- Maybe they found him?
- Seriously, Darren?
- What?
- You're just gonna eye-rate me?
Not even gonna buy me dinner first?
- I wasn't...
There was no rate.
- You're such a pussy.
You know that?
- I'm not a pussy.
No?
- No.
- Then why won't you say something?
You don't think I see you and Randy sitting back,
and whispering like two little school girls?
But your mouth is tighter than Mother Teresa.
That's not pussy-like?
Come on Darren.
Use your big words, you can say it.
- I'm 30 years old and I can't even get ready to say this.
You're my dream girl.
- What?
- Look, I don't know what you see
when you look in the mirror,
but what everybody else sees, what I see,
is damn near perfection.
You're what every man dreams about,
this beautiful fucking goddess.
And here you are standing right in front of me
and I just don't know what to do about it.
- Bullshit.
- No.
I'm being 100% transparent.
- Pretty big words for a little pussy.
- So what, I told you it was for my mom,
why are you still calling me a pussy?
- Because you're still acting like one.
Time's up.
Come see me when your balls finally drop.
Guys, it's just Randy being Randy.
I mean, he does this shit all the time.
I don't know about that.
I mean, you guys stopped hanging out with him
a long time ago.
I've been with this kid for the past five years,
and this is not like him
to disappear at night, stay gone all day?
I mean, does that really sound like the Randy you know?
- I mean, there was that one time during the Mardi Gras,
- Oh yeah. - You know what I mean?
He was gone for what, almost 36 hours?
Couldn't find him for shit,
and then next thing you know,
he stumbles in drunk as shit
with two videos worth of tits and ass.
I mean...
He called it what, 'Randy's Tentacular Nipple Fest'?
- Yeah, but...
All the tits and ass are in this room.
- Maybe we should call the sheriff's office.
- Guys, come on, he's fine.
I mean, let's not get carried away, right?
Besides, I mean, there hasn't been a phone
installed in this cabin yet,
and I haven't had a signal since we made it over
into this ridge.
Yeah, me neither.
- This is the Axeman of Cutter's Creek.
God, stop it.
- Yeah, it's just not cool.
You just pussy
'cause the black guy gets it first.
- And that shit ain't funny either.
- Where's Doug?
Has anyone seen Doug?
- That's it. All right?
You know, there's no Randy,
there's no Doug, okay?
They probably just hooked up,
and they're chilling somewhere.
- Doug and Randy?
- Yes. Okay?
They're fine.
- You sure about that?
- Yes.
I mean, I bet my life on it.
Come on.
- Oh my God.
- Oh God, oh my God-
- You're spilling half of it.
- I can't take this.
- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna go find Doug.
No more.
- Cass, it's dark out.
- You know what?
He would do the same thing for me, Stacy.
- Just sit down, okay?
If they're out there together, they're fine.
And if not, what are you going to do?
- I don't know.
Maybe try and help them.
But I have to do something
and anything is better than what I'm doing right now,
which is nothing.
- She shouldn't be going out there by herself.
- Why don't you go with her?
- Man, screw that shit.
If there is some psycho axeman out there,
he ain't getting my black ass.
- Grow some balls, man.
- Where's Cassidy?
Cassidy!
Cass!
You let her go out there by herself?
- I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen.
There was nothing I could do.
- And you?
- Hey, my name is Paul, and that's between y'all.
- What are you looking at, pussy?
First catch up.
- You are so wasted.
God, I know.
Shit man, oh my God.
- Oh my God.
Mm-mm.
- What?
- Nothing.
I'm just gonna get us on the same page is all.
- Oh...
You got a bar o'clock?
- Mm-mm. - No?
- Not at all, no.
I don't know, I'm a G.
You know what, I'm triple OG.
- Uh-huh?
- I used to be a gangster before I bought some glasses.
- What?
- I just need some fresh air. I'm gonna go...
to get some fresh air.
- Oh, hold on.
I'm gonna come too.
I'm coming too.
Coming.
- Where are you two headed?
- To get a breath...
A breast of fresh ass.
- Aye!
- What?
- Don't laugh at her.
She's beautiful and that's all she gotta be.
Don't pass no judgment.
- Breath of fresh air.
Find Cassidy
and bring her back.
I'll do that while I'm gone
and you find Deezer.
- What?
Deezer..
- You look like you could use a good licking...
Come on.
- What?
- Nothing.
- Tell me.
- Well, it's like...
Seems like everybody here is getting laid, but me.
- Liz and Tammy just went back there.
- Yeah, well, there's more rooms in this place, right?
- I don't know.
I mean, somebody has to be back here
for when Cass comes back.
- Okay, look, there's two things you need to know.
Okay?
First one,
is that I'm going to go back into our room,
and I'm gonna get naked.
Yeah.
The second one, now this is a good one.
Better pay attention, okay?
I'm gonna have an orgasm.
Now, I would really like it for you to be there
for these two things.
But if you're not going to be there,
I'm sure there's someone else that would die to be there.
- All right.
- Man,
this is the best night of my life.
- How so?
I got a free bottle of liquor,
full moon,
what more can I ask for, except you know,
not to vomit anytime soon?
- Hmm, lightweight.
- Lightweight?
I finished that other bottle and started this one.
You took two sips and you got drunk.
You got a level like a Tic Tac.
- You are so sexy.
- I know.
- What are you waiting on?
Get in my belly.
- Don't be.
You had me at hello.
You okay?
- Yeah.
Ready?
- Yeah.
- You thirsty?
- Yeah.
- You want water?
- Make it twice.
- Okay baby.
- Miss you already.
- Miss you more.
Ugh.
What is that, vinegar?
Randy?
Randy, I swear to God,
if you jump out at me, I'm gonna so pissed.
What in the hell?
Doug?
Cassidy?
Are you guys in here?
I thought I saw blood on the door knob,
I just want to make sure you guys were all right.
- What was that?
What was that?
- What?
What?
Did you cum?
- No.
I heard something.
- Fuck bitch!
- No.
- Yeah. - No. Stop.
- I heard something.
- It's fine.
- No, it's not.
- Oh, come on.
Where are you going?
- To check it out.
- Wait, I'm gonna go.
Stay here.
- You sure?
- Yeah, it's nothing.
What is it?
- Come here.
She's getting killed in there.
You have no idea.
Oh my God.
What?
- That made me want a mouth full of vagina.
They're okay?
- You, Tammy and Liz
were like lesbians?
- Thinking about it.
- Yeah?
- No, seriously, man.
You should've heard her scream.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- Enough for another round?
- You bet your ass, baby.
Sheriff,
- I'm over at the old Talbert house.
Charlie Wayne Wright got his tally wacker
caught in the motel snap machine again.
- What is it with that damn kid and putting his pecker?
Ugh.
Tell Lester I'm on the way.
Have him pick up some motor oil,
and some petroleum jelly.
- Ugh.
God.
Oh my God.
Oh my God!
- Here you go.
Why?
- W-what's that?
- What?
What the fuck is it now?
- Please.
- I can't get you down.
I can't, you can do it baby.
You can do it.
Sheriff?
- Damn boy, you're one big some bitch.
What's your name, son?
Bill.
- Bill, you got any identification?
- Yeah.
- Then let's see it.
Just saw the lights on, thought I'd stop by,
see what's what.
Not too often we get anybody willing to spend the night
in this old house,
with the town legend being what it is at all.
- You got it.
- You got company inside?
- Yes.
- How'd you get up here?
- My truck.
- Where is it?
- Hmm, it's out there somewhere.
I have family in town.
- There's a goddamn Mercedes-Benz
parked few miles down the road
outside of Maddie Baker's place.
That belong to one of your kinfolk?
- Yes.
Yes, it does.
- Damn shame to leave such a nice car by the road like that.
What were they doing out there anyway?
- Babe, come on.
You can do it.
Go Tammy.
- Look, I'm not going without you, okay?
All right?
It's either we both go,
or...
- No, just go.
No.
No! - Just go.
- No. Come on.
Come on.
- What's with all the questions, Sheriff?
Something happen out there?
- Let's get one thing crystal motherfucking clear,
shit hill.
I ask the questions around here.
I want you to ask questions, I'll shove my fist up your ass,
and work your mouth like sock puppet!
- Hey Viv.
Hey Viv, wake up.
Hey, it's time to head back to the cabin, wake up.
Ah, shit!
- Oh, sorry. Reflex.
- The hell kind of reflex is that?
- What's the matter, did you get hurt?
- You hit me in the ear.
- Hurt by little bitch slap bitch?
Hmm, excuse me.
- We're going, okay?
I can't. - Shh, it's okay.
It's okay.
- I can't.
- Shh...
Come on.
Shh.
You gotta be quiet, okay?
Shh, quiet. Shh.
You're okay.
That's right, we're almost there.
I know. I know.
Just try to be quiet, okay?
Just try to. Come on.
Come on.
All right. All right.
All right baby. All right.
All right, I got you.
Shh, just be quiet baby, okay?
Shh.
Please stay with me.
Stay with me baby.
- I wanna go.
- No.
No, you're not going, okay?
Okay? Shh.
Say you're not going, okay?
- I'm sorry.
Fuck.
Oh my God.
That was awesome.
That was so good baby.
What?
- Nothing.
- Tell me.
- All right, you're amazing.
You're amazing.
- You really are.
Damn, can't imagine being without you.
Best thing that ever happened to me.
- You're the best thing that ever happened to me.
- Am I?
- Mm-hmm
- Love you.
- I love you too.
- Would you prefer that every time?
Well, I don't know,
'cause I can't get high off of Nick.
- I'm being serious.
I'm being serious.
- Stupid.
Well, why are you asking me that?
What?
Was that what that was about outside?
Are you broke or something?
I mean, did...
Did you get the inheritance?
- Would it matter?
- No, I don't care.
I love you, it's not about the money, whatever.
Okay.
Good.
- Well, I'm going to go take a shower.
Do you want to come with me?
- Okay.
Well don't let that be your excuse for smelling like shit.
- Oh man.
Hey, why is the door locked?
Move.
- Oh what, it's gonna open up for you?
- Brian?
What kind of shit is this?
Can you pick a lock?
- Do I look like I can pick a lock?
- Kinda.
- Why? 'Cause I'm black?
'Cause you're a guy, you sensitive bitch.
- Oh, well no.
But I know what I can do.
I can go around this bitch and see if the back door's open.
Watch this shit.
I'll be right back.
Hey baby, you sure you don't wanna come in here?
The water's nice and warm.
- Yeah, and so is your vagina.
I'll come in that when you get back.
- You're a little bit nasty.
It sure is quiet out there.
- Huh?
I said it sure is quiet out there,
I wonder what they're up to.
- It is pretty quiet.
I'm gonna go run and check on some stuff
and I'll make sure Cassidy made it back with Doug and Randy.
Hey babe?
- Yeah?
- I'm just going to go run and check on some stuff.
- Okay.
- I'll be right back.
- Come on, don't say that.
That's what they say in all of horror movies
- What do you want me to say? - Say...
I love you honey.
I'll see you in a minute.
- Okay.
I love you honey, and I'll see you in a minute.
- There you go.
- Yeah? - Perfect.
- I'll be right back.
- Umph!
- Hey Viv.
Viv?
Hey, who's that here?
Hey, it was that you Randy?
Hey man, you jump out on me,
there's gonna be some furniture moving
around this motherfucker, I swear to God.
Hey man, quit playing.
- Shh.
- Hey man, didn't you hear me calling you?
- You have to be quiet.
- What the hell you mean, 'shh'?
And where's everybody anyway?
- Be quiet.
He is here.
- The fuck are you talking about?
- The Axeman is here.
- What?
Hey.
Wake up.
Wake up...
What was that?
- That was Vivian.
- You have to come in here and close the door.
Oh fuck.
- After you.
Where are you going?
- Look, I'm just gonna go see if she's okay.
All right?
- What, are you fucking nuts?
He's out there.
- Look, she could be hurt.
- She's fucking dead, Darren.
You didn't see what he did to Brian.
Oh God, you didn't see.
- Go ahead.
Just close the door Stace, all right?
- Close the fucking door.
I'll be right back.
- Don't go out there.
Darren?
- Oh God, listen.
- You motherfucker!
Where are you, you motherfucker?
Come get some, motherfucker!
Come on!
- Get some, motherfucker.
- Just fucking die!
- Okay bitch.
Motherfucker!
- Run, bitch!
Run!
You're only gonna die
tired!
on the devil's dime
on the green light
for the gold blue skies
on her mounted lines