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[metal slash]
[scratching on paper]
[explosive 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]
- Shit!
Whoa!
[heavy breaths]
- Jesus! - Hey.
Hey, hey, hey!
- Did you not see that guy?
- No, obviously, that fucker 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.
- [ENGLISH ACCENT] This 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 shoot a deer.
[gun 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 killer.
- Highly unlikely. - What?
Why?
- What are the chances of there being two serial killers
out here?
- All right, asshole.
- 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 killed 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 fucking 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, shit!
[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
kill 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 kill 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,
fucked 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.
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, shit.
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 kill 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 fucking real!
- I know! I know!
- What the fuck?
- 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 kill an animal.
- Why would somebody do that to a person?
Why would they do that?
- To cut the meat off.
- What?
What?
What the fuck, Reid?
What the fuck?
[car warning ding]
- No, no. No 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.
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?
- Fuck! Fuck!
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.
Fuck, it was probably the goddamn hitchhiker!
He probably just got in the car when we weren't in it,
and he took all of our shit!
[crying]
- Shit! 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 fucking running!
Why-- you're not thinking.
Why would we fucking 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 shit.
- [WHISPERING] Is it broken?
- No, no.
I just think I twisted it really bad.
Shit, 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!
[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?
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 fuck 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]
- Fuck!
- Fuck 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.
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 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.
- 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 kill me.
- We're not trying to kill you.
- You can't kill me, because I'm going to kill you first.
I'll kill you first!
[QUIETLY] I'll kill 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.
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 fucking kill him.
[droning noises]
- [WHISPERING] I hear something.
- [WHISPERING] 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.
Fuck.
[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 fucking 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.
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'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 kill 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.
- 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 kill you.
I will kill you, Reid. I promise.
Get out of the fucking 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 fucking 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'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, motherfucker.
[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?
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 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]