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[♪]
Oh...
So stupid.
Oi...
[door closes]
[she sighs]
[engine fails to start]
[she sighs]
[engine fails to start]
[sighing heavily]
Where are we?
And why did we stop?
I had to make sure everything was locked up...
but we're about an hour from the nearest town.
Or... six?
It depends on which way I turn this map.
And I suppose that's my fault, right?
[scoffing]
As usual, it is up to me
to find a bar before Last Call.
[engine starting]
When we're flush again...
[knocking on van]
Hola.
Siento asustaros.
Eh, porta'm al mi pueblo.
Sorry, we can't understand.
[man] Okay. English.
Uh, sorry to frighten you.
Uh, hoping for a lift to town.
I've been working all day.
You have to understand that we...
Yeah, yeah, I know, two girls alone
in the middle of nowhere, yeah, I understand completely,
but I really do need a ride, please.
[reaching for the latch]
Oh, thanks.
Whoa!
Um... oh...
uh, that's unfortunate.
Uh, i-it's just for carving wood.
No, no. I'm an artist.
You're not catching me at my best way.
Uh, please, it's going...
Honey, it ain't gonna happen.
I'm sure someone will come along soon.
No, yours is the only vehicle I've seen all day.
Sorry.
No. Wait, please.
Wait. No. No, wait, please.
No, wait!
¡Coger!
[muttering]
♪ Control yourself ♪
[women laughing]
[Vivian] Well, that got awkward quick.
[Jill] Close call.
Someone should tell him...
not to talk to strangers.
[they laugh]
[♪]
♪ Control ♪
[♪]
♪ Yeah ♪
So, I was 17,
and he's standing there
with his pants around his ankles,
and then he spots the look of disappointment on my face.
Disappointment?
Well, his package only needed about two cents postage.
[laughter]
So his smile disappears, and so does Mr. Winky.
Scarred me for life!
God, Vivian, please tell me you dressed and left.
Are you kidding me? Of course I did.
[laughing]
There is no way in hell
I would've stuck around for that.
Not worth my time.
[Jill] "Disappointment."
[♪]
[honking horn]
What?
Who the fuck is this asshole?
[honking persistently]
[honking aggressively]
[honking persists]
[horn blaring]
[honking continues]
[screeching to a halt]
Fuck.
[sighing] Christ.
[Jill] You okay?
[Vivian] Nothing a shot of tequila won't fix.
Jesus!
[background music playing]
Oh, well, this is tasty.
Here you have
your common variety Homo argentum esurient,
otherwise known as monied douchebags.
Try to be more accepting.
Oh, no. I'm worried for them.
They've strayed from their natural habitat.
I mean, what if the bar runs out of Grey Goose,
or the girl loses her Hermès bag,
or what's-his-name gets a stain on his Burberry shirt?
I'm so glad you're not obsessing.
I mean, God forbid
the hotel loses its thread count on the cotton bedsheets.
Oh, the humanity!
All right. That's enough.
One of them's eyeing you.
Probably an idiot.
You sound a little jealous.
Oh, well, you know he ain't my type.
He's on the move.
So close!
[she laughs]
He's just a little shy.
Wait...
do you like him?
He has a certain... quality.
Well, Jill, we are on vacation.
Should I?
Talk to him, I mean?
Hi.
So, we hit this really bad turbulence, right?
The wings were crashing about,
the engine starts coughing up.
The pilot did this emergency landing
at this small airport just outside of town.
And now you're trapped in the middle of nowhere.
It'll be fixed soon, I hope.
And... there are pluses to being stuck out here.
[she chuckles]
Where were you headed?
Ibiza.
My dad's got a yacht moored there, so...
we're on a break,
um, looking for fun.
Oxford?
No. Cambridge.
- Yes! - [they laugh]
We all attend.
Okay, let's see.
Um...
Michael... - Mm-hmm?
[Jill] ...and Anna, they've been dating a while.
They're on the serious side.
He's in...
Business.
And she's got a degree in shopping.
[laughing]
Clive is...
in Engineering.
No. Uh...
Mathematics.
Then there's Ned...
who's just...
Odd. I can't quite place him.
That's amazing. How did you know that?
Psych modules.
- Ahh... - I'm studying Medicine.
Viv's studying Law.
And you were going to Ibiza to party?
More of a send-off.
Michael is leaving uni for a position at a firm.
What uni do you go to?
Writtle University.
Chelmsford.
Essex?
The United Kingdom?
The United Kingdom.
Yep. Chelmsford. Got it.
Uh, nice place, great people.
Some are quite... cute.
I bet you've been there loads.
[chuckling]
So...
what brings you here?
Viv and I go on working holidays.
It helps pay our fees.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
And what do you do?
Odd jobs.
Whatever we can find.
[Vivian] That's horseshit.
Come up with a better argument.
My argument is sound.
Perhaps you don't understand.
Your American educational system...
lacks depth.
[Anna] Clive, don't be patronizing.
[Vivian] Let's see if this poor American understands.
So you think the universal values
of right or wrong exist through...?
Through religious teachings.
Can we talk about something else?
Stay out of it, Michael.
You're talking religious dogma.
The question is, which religion?
Christianity, of course.
Western laws and culture are formed
through Judeo-Christian values and the Bible.
The Bible is based on the Torah,
which is rooted in Canaanite and Babylonian teachings.
The Bible is as derivative as your argument.
[silence falls]
Well... thanks for walking us.
So...
what are you doing tomorrow?
[she scoffs]
Headed north to do some seasonal jobs
which start next week.
But we have some time...
Anything to do around here?
- Oh, no. - [laughing]
I mean, it's pretty dull around here, right?
Actually, there's, um...
I saw on the way up here, a, uh, incredible...
I love to hike.
Yes. Yes. Hiking.
Incredible trails.
We can make a day of it.
All of us?
Well, I can't leave Vivian staring at the walls, can I?
Early start?
7:00 a.m. okay?
[♪]
Not inviting him in?
We're going on a hike tomorrow.
What?
God, you really have got her scent, haven't you?
Don't be an dick, Clive.
You can spend the day in town, if you want.
[engine running]
[honking]
Fuck you, José.
[engine idling]
[♪]
[distant dog barking]
Charming, isn't she?
Yeah, gets a body from place to place.
You girls really need a big van?
[Vivian] "Girls"?
I don't know about that woman, but I need a lot of space.
Sorry.
Sorry I'm late.
His mummy wasn't around to wake him.
[Anna] Don't make trouble.
Hotel forgot my wake-up call.
[Jill] I'm glad you could made it.
I packed plenty of T.P.
[Anna] Toilet paper.
He doesn't like to use anyone else's.
Ned... good thinking.
Should we start our adventure?
[murmuring in agreement]
Peter?
Why don't you ride up front?
He can show me the way.
I can do it from back here.
I wouldn't be able to hear you.
Vivian doesn't mind. Do you?
I'm sure Clive will entertain me.
[Jill chuckles]
[door closing]
You all good?
- Yes. - Yeah.
[cheerful music playing]
[music playing]
It's really not that bad.
Well, hotel manager said this area's hard to get to.
The locals rarely go.
I think I know why.
I've lost service.
I'm not getting my stock updates anymore.
Ned, try to watch the scenery. It's very beautiful.
I have to agree.
You're repulsive.
You're not impressing anyone.
Such a romantic.
Have another crisp, Michael.
What's your problem now?
I just don't like having my guts bounced around
while Petey here's trying to get laid.
Christ! Clive.
Well, it's true.
Ugh, Clive.
- Let's have some honesty. - No. Clive. Seriously.
[Clive] Do you want to have sex with her, yes or no?
[stopping suddenly]
Whoa!
[♪]
Uhh... hola.
Su música.
[music playing faintly]
Oh. [chuckling]
[turns music off]
No se podeu com tenda aquí. Està prohibit.
Sorry, I don't...
Americans?
Ja m'ho pareixia ja.
No camping. Go back.
We're actually going hiking.
We know that there's a trail up in the hill...
Nothing there.
Better in town.
Well...
...we'd like to go.
Sí.
Two, three hour,
path on left...
...where road gets bad.
[Michael] Jesus, we've been at this for half the day.
Thank you.
[exhaling]
[engine rumbling]
[Ned] Can we put the music back on?
[sinister theme rises]
[♪]
Ned?
Why can't we have your picnic here?
Part of hiking is hiking.
It'll be fun.
[birds singing]
Come on, throw it in.
[scoffing]
[exhaling wearily]
- Hello. - Thank you.
That's what I'm talking about, some fire...
There we go.
It's beautiful here.
[Michael] Yeah, it is.
Some Grey Goose would flippin' top it off now, though.
What the hell is so amusing?
It's getting dark. We should go back.
I need a massage before I turn in.
One last walk?
[Vivian] Mm. Careful.
This area has a dark past.
There's nothing dangerous out there.
Really?
While I was stuck in my dingy hotel room,
I did some reading.
300 years ago, a Count Mal lived around here.
Cruel man.
Enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh...
and had a thing for hurting peasants.
Burnt them.
Gutted them.
Stripped their skin off.
Legend has it
he was condemned by a priest,
and now he rides the countryside on an undead horse,
while flames consume his flesh.
What the hell are you talking about?
She's taking the piss.
I'm feeling a bit peckish.
Hey, Ned, there's some food in my pack.
[♪]
[Jill] You know, this place has so much natural beauty.
What? What is it?
[he chuckles]
I...
I was just thinking the same thing about you.
You're sweet.
I wasn't going for "sweet."
[♪]
[flames crackling]
I think she's getting annoyed.
[Ned] Anna.
Thank you.
So you don't believe in free will?
Christ, how are you on the wrong side of every argument?
And how are you so uncivilized?
Hey, I'm all kinds of disappointing.
This is becoming stupid now.
Indeterminism and real chance exist,
making your will out of your control.
Microscopic chance does little to prove...
Bullshit!
Grow some balls and take a loss.
[slapping his hand] You've had enough.
[Vivian] I'm gonna go take a leak.
My opinion? You're not that hot.
Good thing you got Daddy's little credit card, huh?
[she laughs]
This isn't that special for you, is it?
I'm having a great time.
Mm. That's not what I mean.
I mean, growing up,
I didn't think I'd see anything like this.
What do you mean?
Just wasn't that easy for us, you know?
Don't worry, it's not your fault.
[woman screams]
- What... - What the hell is that?
[panting]
What's with all the screaming?
Ned.
Where is everyone?
Michael and Anna went out for a walk...
seemed a bit angry.
I'm not sure where Clive went.
What about Vivian?
Who?
Oh!
Uh...
she went out for a walk...
said she needed to tinkle.
About 30 minutes ago.
Something's not right here.
[Jill] Vivian?
[Peter] What happened?
[Clive] I don't know. She went to urinate.
Anna and Michael went for one of their discussions.
I got tired of Ned's yammering, so I took a stroll.
[Jill] Look, less talking, more looking.
Sorry. Vivian!
- Vivian! - Vivian?
Ned! What's going on?
Vivian's fucked off.
I heard a scream. Was that her?
Not sure.
Well, where's Michael?
No idea.
Vivian!
- Vivian? - Vivian?
Vivian!
- Vivian! - Vivian?
Vivian?
- [gasping] - Oh!
Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?
Let him catch his breath!
Well, if someone had left me a bloody light...
[Peter] Why weren't you with Anna?
[Michael] We got separated.
[Jill] Vivian's gone missing.
How?
No idea. We heard a scream.
If she was lost, she would've found us,
with all this noise.
Maybe she's hurt herself. I don't...
She was probably attacked by animals.
Attacked?
Why would you say that?
Or kidnapped by thugs.
I've read of such things!
[Peter] Ned.
Look, I'm sure she's okay. Maybe she went back to the fire.
Come on, guys.
- Vivian! - Vivian?
Vivian!
- Vivian? - Vivian!
It's empty.
And Viv's bag is missing.
Can't find my wallet.
Mine's gone as well.
My cash and phone are gone.
Could Vivian be involved?
[Jill] What are you saying?
She stole everything? Including my stuff?
No, I'm sure she wasn't saying that.
[Clive] To throw off suspicion.
That's not what I meant!
No, but it's what I mean.
They drag us out here,
Vivian pretends to get lost.
While Jill is dragging us from here to hell,
the other one's going through our loose change.
[Jill] So now we're thieves, huh?
We don't need...
Who else did it?
There's no cars. No people.
Met your kind before, fascinated by...
[Anna] What I meant was perhaps
whoever robbed us...
found Vivian first.
[Michael] Anna!
That's not a comforting thought.
We still need to be looking for Vivian.
[Michael] What about the van?
It's quite the distance.
[Anna] Frightened or hurt...
she might have gone there.
Should someone stay here?
In case she comes back?
No.
We'll leave a note.
[Jill] Can we pick up the pace?
[Peter] It's no good if someone breaks a leg in the dark.
[Anna] Wait. Can anyone else hear that?
[distant music playing]
She's at the van!
[music playing]
[gasping]
Wait. What if anybody's out there?
It has to be Vivian.
Shit.
[music playing]
[death metal playing]
What's going on?
Screw it.
[falling]
[music clicks off]
She's not here.
[Ned] Shouldn't we call the authorities?
[Clive] Still no service.
[click]
[eerie theme rises]
[exhaling tensely]
[♪]
[screaming]
[retching]
- [all gasping and gagging] - What the fuck?
You people...
- [Peter] What? - [Jill sobs]
[Peter] No.
Jill! Jill! Come back! It's not safe!
For God's sake, why did she have to run off like that?
Come on!
- Hurry up. Come on. - [Anna gasps]
[sobbing]
Jesus!
Well, how do we get Ms. Minimum Wage back, then?
Don't be an asshole, Clive!
She's frightened.
Understandable! I mean, my gods!
Over there.
Jill?
[hyperventilating]
[Clive] This is crazy.
[Michael] Look, whoever did it might be out there.
She's not safe, and neither are we!
[Ned wheezing]
♪ I found her... ♪
[Michael] Well, what did your mechanic say?
I've never spoken to the man in my life.
That's not really helpful, is it?
Well, just try something.
It could be anything.
[Peter] Well?
I've never hot-wired anything in my life.
My mechanic usually takes care of this.
We put a blanket over the body to... you know.
[Michael] What about any animals?
Do you really want a body in the vehicle?
[Michael] God, no.
[Ned] The skin was... was stripped from her face.
She mentioned Count Mal earlier...
Ned, don't start that now.
I admire the Lord Of The Flies too.
Yeah, well, there's not a gun store out here.
[Michael] Guys, we need to pack up and go.
[Peter] No.
It's 20 hours to the main road,
and that's in daylight.
We'll get lost in the dark.
[Jill] I'm just not convinced.
[Peter] About what?
[Anna] She still thinks it could be one of us
that... hurt Vivian.
I-I know where Peter was, but the rest of...
We're not like that!
Well, an hour ago, you thought Viv and I were thieves.
Did any of you check her pockets
when you stashed the body?
We were wrong.
We're sorry.
[Michael] You have to trust us.
Jill...
there's someone out there.
Someone dangerous.
We need to stick together.
[horn blaring]
[blaring]
[Peter] Clive!
[Peter] How you feeling?
Stupid question.
[Jill] She didn't deserve what happened.
Now she's out there in the dark.
Alone.
Well, Vivian seemed...
really nice.
[Jill scoffs]
[Jill] No.
She was stubborn, and she swore like a trooper.
But she was my friend.
I want you to know...
I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
[Jill] How?
How, when the danger might be in here?
How long have you known them?
A few years? Less?
[Peter] Yes, but...
Do you know them inside and out?
Do you trust them with your life?
There's no way they would do something so insane.
They would never get away with it.
There's no reason to do it.
People with money get away with bad things all the time.
I don't trust them.
[takes a shaky breath]
And I can't understand why you do.
[groggily] Count Mal...
Count Mal is gonna get me.
[birds singing]
Guys?
Guys, Vivian's gone.
What?
I went to take a leak, and she's gone.
Just... show us.
[Michael] Right, yeah, let's go.
We left her right here.
[Ned] An animal? Maybe?
[Clive] Wouldn't take the blanket, idiot.
[Anna] Don't call him names.
They carried her?
[Ned] "They"? They?
There's more than one?
So that's what brought you out here?
Your morning wee?
So you weren't out here moving my best friend's body?
You're big enough to carry her.
This isn't the time or place, Jill.
[Jill] Mike and Anna argued yesterday.
They got separated.
He could've grabbed a knife and found her, and...
[Michael] Why would I do that?
Michael's not that sort of guy.
To be honest...
...he's a bit weak tea.
Well, I wasn't the only one out this morning,
was I, Clive?
You stupid bastard.
What about it, Clive?
Huh. I can see where this is going.
Well, you consider yourself a bit of a brain.
She was smarter than you.
She kicked your ass and she bruised your male ego.
[laughing] She made a few cheap points.
Nobody kills for that.
A weak man does.
[Anna] The boys aren't capable of murder.
Anna, I don't trust you any more than the boys.
Me? You honestly think I'd be able...?
[Peter] We need to stick together!
How could you say that,
after what we talked about last night?
Really?
Do tell us. What did you talk about?
Enough! It's morning.
We should start making our way back towards town.
I'm not traveling with this... slag.
Clive, shut the fuck up.
Do you want to stay here?
Be my guest!
The rest of you, get your stuff.
Food.
Water. Anything we might need.
Anna, you had a tourist map?
[Anna] It's not very detailed.
Well, it's better than nothing.
[Ned] Shouldn't we call a service,
and have them pick us up?
Ned?
There's no mobile service.
Oh, well...
that's... inconvenient.
[Peter] Pull it together.
When we get back to town, we'll figure it out.
[♪]
[sinister theme rumbles]
The only reason I know it's not you
is 'cause we were together when Viv...
...you know.
So if we weren't, you'd be accusing me?
Look, let's just keep an eye on them
so that we know who we can trust.
You shouldn't have gone out alone, Anna.
We haven't reached a place
where I'm comfortable having you watch me pee.
Where are Peter and Jill?
There's a stream down that way.
Romeo and Juliet probably went to find water.
And what about Ned? Where's he?
No idea.
He probably followed the lovebirds.
Keep your comments to yourself.
Clive...
We should've left already.
You're thinking the same thing I am...
Peter's toy is a problem.
Don't try to manipulate me, Clive.
I'm going to find Ned.
No. No, you're not. Wait for me, I'll grab my...
You wait. Wait here with...
[Michael] Clive, what the hell, mate?
[Michael] Shall we go?
You go. I'll hold the fort.
[birds singing]
Ned?
- [wings beating] - [bird crying]
[rustling]
[bird cries]
[shrieking]
Anna?
[sobbing and gasping]
Anna! Anna!
This way.
[gasping and sobbing]
[Michael] Anna!
Anna!
[sobbing]
[weeping]
[♪]
Fuck, man.
[exhaling deeply]
[flies buzzing]
[gags and coughs] Oh, Jesus Christ.
[coughing]
The smell!
[coughing]
[Clive] Seriously? You're checking for a pulse?
He's dead.
She's a medical student.
[Jill] Blood's clotted...
...but the body's still cooling.
That info helps us how?
To see if whoever did this is still close by.
Probably watching us right now.
[♪]
They also took his phone.
What about Ned?
Should we bury him?
We need to get the hell out of here.
Ned's gone. I'm not gonna be next.
[coughing]
Someone likes inflicting pain.
You think this is Vivian's Count Mal story?
No. That's ridiculous.
[Jill] I don't believe it either.
What I'm saying is whoever did this
is using Vivian's story to frighten us.
Well, they're doing a bloody good job.
[Jill] Think about it.
The only people who heard that story
were around that campfire.
[flies buzzing]
[urgent theme rises]
[Jill] I just want to get my things.
[Peter] Won't whoever's doing this follow?
[Jill] If... the killer's out there.
You still think it's one of them?
You're being paranoid.
[Clive] That's bollocks.
You're not part of this conversation.
[Clive] Well, that's a load of shit.
Come on, Jill! Tell us what you really think!
[Michael] What's going on?
Are we staying?
No.
Jill here's about to tell Peter which of us is the killer.
I'm not sure if any of you are the killer,
but I do have some questions.
Do any of you have an alibi for Ned's murder?
Or Vivian's?
What about you, Clive?
You didn't like either of them.
Ned was an idiot,
and Vivian was a...
...an acquired taste,
but I didn't kill them.
Then there's Anna.
Me?
You can't think that I... look at my face!
I bet he struggled before he died.
And you?
What did Clive call you? "Weak"?
[scoffs] I don't think so.
At least, not in the way he means.
There's anger underneath that passive exterior.
[Peter] That's not true.
[Jill] Anna's bruises?
Oh... clumsy, I guess.
Being an asshole isn't against the law.
Maybe deep down inside, you're all nice people,
but you'll excuse me if I keep my spear handy.
Leave it. She'll be fine.
[wincing] Aah!
[sinister theme rises]
[groaning]
[all grunting]
It's no good.
We can't get through.
Are you kidding me?
How was he to know?
[Michael] What should we do?
Go back.
Back the way we came.
[panting]
Just do it.
[groaning]
[♪]
I don't understand.
[Anna] What... What is it? What's wrong?
Shouldn't we be seeing the motorway?
[Jill] Yes, we should.
It's not here.
Oh, gods!
[Peter] It's simple.
We've been trying to make our way back to the main road,
but the dense brush forced us... west.
West? How far west?
I think around here.
[Clive] You think?
Rubbish!
We're probably walking around in circles!
[Michael] That's a long way, Peter.
[Anna] Can anyone else see that?
[Clive] No one listens to me.
[Peter] We just need to get our bearings.
We need to get... what does that mean?
We don't need one of your tantrums!
[Jill] Look, it's still daylight.
We should... keep walking.
You didn't want to stay on the road.
You didn't want to turn back.
And now you want us to keep on marching?
You know what? No. I'm gonna do it my way.
This is getting us nowhere.
Shut up! You had your chance.
[Jill] Give it back.
[Clive] Why are you giving me orders?
The only reason Peter pays you any attention
is 'cause he's still hoping to get some
when he gets back to town.
Shut the fuck up, Clive!
You're being an asshole. Again.
And you're being a twat. Again.
[Anna] It's people!
There's someone out there!
Put it down and apologize.
You could do so much better.
Her kind are only good for sweeping floors,
bringing drinks,
and giving the occasional blow job.
[blow landing]
[Anna] Look.
Where there's a fire, there's people, right?
[Michael] That's five, maybe six hours away.
We'd be walking in the dark.
[Jill] It's the wrong direction.
We should stick to the plan...
and make for the highway.
Any point in asking you?
Fine.
We'll find a place to stay before the sun sets,
and stay the night.
[Jill] Find the highway tomorrow.
Have it your way.
[♪]
Everyone takes turns on lookout, okay?
I'm first.
I'll take second watch.
[Michael] Third.
[Jill] Fourth.
Everyone takes a turn.
Fifth.
[distant bird crying]
[♪]
[bird cooing]
[♪]
[crying out]
[Clive] I saw something!
Someone... right there!
Where?
Are you sure?
It was standing right there.
Must have been hard to tell...
...in the dark,
you know, and the fire's low.
It was standing right there.
You fell asleep.
I mean, I...
You did! You bastard!
[Clive] No! Yes, I mean, I...
I swear it was right there.
You could have gotten us all killed.
[Clive] I was so tired.
[Anna] We're all tired.
[Jill] The sun will be up soon, and then we can go.
[bird crying]
[rumbling]
[all screaming]
Aah! Aah!
[gasping and crying]
Think it's safe to leave yet?
Well, it won't get better if we wait.
[Peter] We should make for the smoke that Anna saw.
Are you sure?
What about the highway?
They could have a phone, or a car.
Well, if we're going to do it, we should do it now.
Michael.
Hmm.
We need to go.
Okay.
Anna, we have to go.
Don't touch me.
You ready?
Okay.
Michael, how're we doing?
[Michael] Doing the best I can.
[Jill] Don't forget Clive's pack.
Michael, hurry!
Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready! Ready.
Ready. Let's go. Come on.
Let's go, let's go. Up, up, up, up. Quick.
[bag hits ground]
- Oh! - Michael!
Fuck it.
No, no, no, Michael, look!
Look. Look.
[groaning and gasping] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
Are you all right?
Ah... ah!
Think I twisted my ankle.
We have to keep moving.
Can you make it?
I'll be fine.
We'll slow down.
Fine.
[twig snapping]
What is it?
Anna, wait!
[Jill] Peter!
[♪]
Take it easy. Take it easy.
[Michael wincing]
Take it easy. Okay?
[ominous theme rises]
[Michael] I'm coming.
[Anna yelps anxiously]
Shh!
Hello?
No one's here.
Power's out.
You remember that pair on the drive in?
Could it be them?
[Anna] Why live all the way up here?
Maybe they're survivalists...
or who knows?
[Michael] Guys...
found something!
You need to see this.
[Anna] Oh, my gods.
Twisted, right?
[Peter] It's not your run-of-the-mill porn.
No.
There's some dark kink in here.
[Anna] Is it possible that they're the...
Killers? Seems like it.
Having a taste for S & M is... a long way from murder.
[Jill] S & M?
This is snuff porn.
Doesn't make sense.
[Jill] Think about it.
They know the area.
They know how to get around unseen.
Look at all the weapons in this place.
[Peter] But why?
Why do it?
Why do people do anything?
- [clattering] - [yelping]
Sorry.
Anybody hungry?
Found bullets.
You know, I keep wondering why this is happening to us.
Maybe it's karma.
We haven't hurt anyone.
Yeah, you're right.
Of course.
It isn't our fault.
She's laying down.
Nothing to shoot them with.
Anyone find a phone?
There's a... ham or CB radio in the corner.
Without electricity.
We should've tried for the highway.
We had no food.
And the people that live here might help us.
Not if they're involved.
We don't know that.
Anna is tired.
And Michael... he's hurt.
[ominous theme rises]
[metal striking dirt]
[striking dirt repeatedly]
Jill? Is everything all right?
[Jill] It's cold.
Is there room for me?
What's happening?
We're going to stay here tonight.
Is that a good idea?
[sighing]
[flipping switches]
[sighing]
Feeling better?
Swelling's down.
Pete?
I wanted to thank you.
You know, Anna and I...
...if you hadn't... you know.
You would have done the same.
[chuckling lightly]
Christ.
Why all these lights and no electricity?
[sighing]
Maybe they didn't pay the bill.
[laughing]
This was supposed to be a celebration...
before Michael started at his father's brokerage.
You guys sound serious.
We're getting married after I finish at Cambridge.
Hmm.
He's from a good family,
and the firm will make him a partner in a few years.
Seems like a great guy.
Our parents are very excited.
Mm, I'm sure.
You're so good at pointing out our flaws.
Don't suppose you have any?
One or two.
Don't take this personally, but...
you and I have a different history.
I grew up in the middle of nowhere.
I was brought up with a man with pride, and...
when he lost his job,
he tried everything,
but a small town couldn't save us.
It broke him.
And I lost my sense of home.
[Anna] I wish I was back home in London.
Hell, Wyoming or Essex...
Anywhere but here.
[crying] Sorry.
I can't seem to help myself.
Don't apologize.
You're doing what I wish I could.
[gravel crunching]
[gravel continues crunching]
[gravel crunching]
[vehicle approaching]
[gasping]
Wake up. Anna. Anna!
What? What's going on?
We have to go.
Someone's coming.
Let's go.
Hey! Guys!
Wake up!
Someone's coming.
[vehicle approaching]
Hide!
[all panicking]
The lantern!
[all panting anxiously]
What is it?
I know that truck.
It nearly ran us off the road coming into town.
[gasping]
[footsteps]
[Michael exhales]
[metal creaking]
[panting anxiously]
What's happening out there?
[generator starting]
A generator.
[generator humming]
[radio buzzing]
Shit!
[radio static crackles]
[clicks radio off]
[panting]
[door knob rattles]
[door creaks]
[thumping on door]
[panting softly]
[chair bangs]
[panting anxiously]
[woman speaking in Catalan]
I see you!
Fucking tourists from the road.
[speaking in Catalan]
Open the fucking door!
[banging on door]
[grunting]
[woman] Open the fucking door!
[banging]
[panting softly]
Jill.
Jill, what are they doing?
I can't see.
[gasping] They're coming!
Are they still out there?
[thumping]
[Peter] We don't want to hurt you!
Just go! Leave us alone!
[banging on door]
Leave us alone!
Well...
Make yourself at home...
...you fucking assholes.
You should've stayed away from here.
[Jill] Stay back.
[Anna] Why won't you just leave us alone?
[Michael] What did we do to you?
A gift put in our laps.
I like screamers.
[Jill] Go to hell.
You're not my type.
[loud bang]
Diego? Diego!
[bang]
[screaming]
[Jill] Stop. Stop. Stop it.
[Anna screams]
[Jill] Keep her quiet.
What just happened?
[Anna sobbing]
[Anna gasping]
[gasping]
[Peter] What do you see?
Oh, my god.
What do you see?
[bang]
[Peter] Did you hear that?
[Jill] Help! Help me!
Help!
I found something!
[shot rings out]
[Peter] They have a fucking gun!
[Anna hyperventilating]
[wood splintering]
[banging]
[all panting anxiously]
Oh...
oh... [grunting]
It's stopped.
I just I don't understand.
She looked so surprised.
What?
When she saw us...
didn't she seem surprised that we were here,
in the forest?
She also called us gifts,
and she mentioned she liked screamers.
I know, but...
[Jill] But her partner, the gimp, slit her throat,
and they're trying to shoot us.
You really want to know more about this?
Just stop.
[Peter] He's scared, Jill. We're all scared.
[Jill] I know.
But stay focused.
He could come in.
Remember, we outnumber him.
[Jill] I can't see anything.
We're trapped.
This is how we're going to die?
What about the truck?
We could drive out of here.
[Peter] He's out there with a gun.
It's a long way to go, and Michael's got a bad leg.
[Michael] I can make it.
Staying here...
not something I'm willing to do.
I could slip out the back window.
I could make noise...
and lead him away.
I don't like that.
No, no, no, no, no. That could work.
[Peter] But why should she do it?
I-I could do it. I... - [Jill] No, no, no.
You can help Michael walk, and Anna trusts you.
I'm pretty fast.
Yes! Let's go with that.
[Peter] If the keys are still in the truck,
if whoever's out there hasn't grabbed them,
i-if he doesn't shoot us. If!
The woman... the keys were hanging on her belt.
[Anna] What about the radio?
Okay.
[panting]
Mayday. Mayday!
S.O.S.
[voice breaking] Anybody?
Help!
Anybody?
[static crackling]
[man] Es es la agencia maritima y de seguridad Espanola.
[gasping]
Shh, shh, shh.
Yes. Yes.
Do you speak English?
English? Yes.
This is Maritime Safety and Rescue Agency.
What is your emergency?
We're stuck in the middle of nowhere. We...
[generator powering down]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no! No!
[Peter] Get ready. This could be it.
[door banging]
[banging]
[Michael] Why?
[roaring] Why?
Why don't you just kill us and get it over with?
[banging]
Keep your mouth shut!
Nobody's giving up!
[birds singing]
Why hasn't he attacked yet?
[Jill] Making us wait in a pool of our own urine
is probably part of the fun.
But why?
What possible reason could he have?
None. It's random.
It's cold.
[Michael] Meaningless.
[Anna] You wouldn't find us doing this.
[Jill chuckles]
[Jill] Your people destroy lives all the time.
You just outsource it.
That's what you think?
You?
You haven't been right about a single thing
since this all started.
[Peter] Christ!
Let's... not do this.
I need rest. I'm going to sleep.
[Peter] Me too.
Fine!
I'll wake you when it's your turn.
[eerie music playing]
[rustling]
Michael?
Michael? You all right?
Michael?
[Michael] I'm going for help.
I'll come back for you.
Where's Michael?
Anna! Where's Michael?
[panting]
[Peter] Michael's gone.
What?
Son of a bitch didn't even ask me to go with him.
[panting]
Said he was going for help, but...
he was just running.
It's smart, actually.
One person's got a better chance than a group...
if you're quiet.
[panting heavily]
[panting]
And then there were three.
We should make for that truck.
If we stay,
he will starve us out, or...
we'll do something stupid.
We should leave while we're still strong enough.
You up for it?
We got lucky.
[door creaking]
[keys jangling]
[door slamming]
He didn't shoot us.
Out of bullets?
Or maybe he's not be watching.
Well, if he's not...
If he's not, we should go. Now!
When I get to the truck, you come running.
[Jill] Okay.
Fuck!
Okay. Come on, come on.
[engine failing to start]
Come on. Fuck.
For Christ's sake!
What's he doing?
He's taking too long!
[engine struggles to a start]
Yes!
Come on.
[truck idling]
Peter! Peter.
He wouldn't do that to us. He wouldn't.
Get back inside. Go on.
He wouldn't! He wouldn't!
Shh. Shh. Shh.
Get in!
[both gasping]
Come on.
Yes! Thank God.
[falling]
Come on. Come on, come on!
[both panting]
[door closing]
[birds singing]
[Jill] You scared the hell out of us.
[Anna] We thought you were leaving us behind!
I wanted to pull closer.
[Anna] Always the gentleman.
[Anna] It's Michael! Peter!
It's Michael!
It's Michael. Stop, stop, Peter!
Peter! Stop!
Stop. Peter!
[sobbing]
[Peter] It's nothing I'm doing.
The back tire's nearly flat.
We should keep going.
[Jill] I think we better fix it now.
[Peter] I'll get it done quick.
[Jill] Okay.
[engaging parking brake]
[Jill] Oh, shit.
[ominous theme rising]
Okay. No problem.
[Anna] No! Wait!
[stabbing]
[Peter gasps]
[stabbing]
[woman chuckles]
[Anna whimpers]
[Vivian] It fucking smells in there.
Oh, my God!
Jill, run. Run!
[whimpering]
[jingling keys]
[Vivian] I'm sorry about that.
You okay?
[door closing]
[Vivian] I think she's out of it.
[Jill] A little disoriented.
Completely understandable.
I-it... it doesn't make...
You're dead. There was a... a body!
[Vivian] That fuckin' thing packed in the roof box?
A group of assholes we met last week.
[Jill] But they were a fun group!
The father ran a German hedge fund.
We kept the body... thought it could be useful.
I liked it 'cause it looked like Viv.
[Vivian] Now I know you're fucking joking.
But...
but why would you...
Like I said to Peter...
we go on working vacations.
It doesn't make... it doesn't make sense.
Blah, blah, fucking blah. I'm bored now.
[Jill] Every year, we go and tour resorts.
[racks shell]
[Jill] We find nice people,
like yourself...
...and the money we skim
from your credit cards and your bank accounts,
it pays our tuition fees.
See, an education costs a lot these days.
Absolutely.
Not that we don't mind a hard day's work.
Not that you fucks know anything about work ethic.
[yelping]
[Jill chuckles]
Oh, Viv, don't be so harsh.
She's so entitled,
she couldn't possibly understand what we go through.
[Anna gasps]
See... Viv and I
spent our teen years in a little village in Essex.
It was beautiful.
It was a shithole.
[Jill] It had its charm.
Do you remember the bakery?
The old lady... what was her name?
Mrs. Bray.
[Jill] Oh, yeah, right.
She'd stand in the shop...
ah, the fresh bread...
[Anna whimpering]
...smelled like heaven.
And then the 2008 crash came.
[Anna sobs]
People like your dad...
and Michael's dad...
[Viv] Clive's dad...
and Ned's dad and pretty little Peter's dad...
[Anna] Oh!
[Jill] They bribed, lied, and stole.
They made so much money...
off other people's pain.
Aah!
People like you have no idea.
[sobbing]
You've got no idea.
[gasping in terror]
[chuckling]
Run.
[stammering] What?
[roaring] Run!
[yelping]
[sobbing and wailing]
[Jill] Think she could be useful?
[Vivian] If we cut her head off,
maybe, for sure.
What's with that shit you were saying
about the 2008 crash?
I mean, you seriously outdid yourself this time.
You are such a bitch.
[Jill] I like to see where the spirit takes me.
People always want to know why it happened.
They want some logical reason in the end.
It's weird.
[Vivian] Interesting performance.
[Jill] Thank you very much.
[♪]