(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
- (MUSIC STOPS) - (CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO, FAINT)
- (BRAKES SQUEAK) - (MUSIC CONTINUES, FAINT)
(ENGINE REVS)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(KNOCKING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING, FAINT)
(KNOCKING)
WOMAN: Hello.
What are you doing in my house?
(WHINING)
We're gonna be late.
I got it.
MAN: There you are. Who knew you had so much stuff?
Your dad is the Tetris king.
She doesn't have to like it. Not why we're doing this.
- Where's Luke at? - He's at the ball park with his friends.
- Jesus, we are late. - You expect something else from this family?
MAN: No, I do not.
Ain't no way we're gonna get there before dinner.
Uncle Marv said he could leave a key.
Okay. Huh?
Oh, boom!
Let's go!
Seat belt, Missy.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Luke!
- We just started a new game. - Sorry, kiddo. We're already late.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
LUKE: Hey, let me know how it goes.
Okay.
LUKE: Why can't I just stay here for the weekend?
- By yourself? No, sir. - All my friends do it.
- Yeah, exactly. - Exactly.
Besides, it might be nice for you to help your sister move into her new school tomorrow.
Hold on. I'm gonna leave a message.
- You smell horrible. - Hi, Uncle Marv. It's Cindy.
We got a late start, so we're not going to be to Gatlin Lake until, um...
- ...around 9:00 or 10:00. - MAN: Hey, guys, cut it out.
WOMAN: We'll just stop for a bite.
MAN: Do you guys remember Uncle Marv and Aunt Sheryl?
I remember Uncle Marv smelled like wet dog and beer.
(LAUGHS)
(MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY ON RADIO)
You know Mom and Dad are going broke over sending you to boarding school, right?
DAD: Hey, we never said that.
Why else would you guys have canceled the cable?
See? I was right.
(SNIFFLES)
- You think I wanted this? - I think you like the attention.
- You're a dick. - You're a queef.
CINDY: Whoa!
DAD: What's queef?
Seriously, what's a queef?
- You want me to go get her? - She's punishing us.
Folks need another couple of minutes with the menus...
DAD: Yeah, we're gonna... we're gonna need a few, thank you.
I'll go.
(SIGHS)
Not even gonna pretend, huh?
What difference does it make?
What difference does it make, right?
Just ditch those before you get to your new school.
(SCOFFS)
- God forbid they kick me out. - Oh, they're not gonna give up that easy.
No, no. Not like you and Dad, huh?
I wish someone had done this for me.
You turned out fine.
You didn't know me back then.
I made mistakes. A lot of them.
Teenagers do stupid shit, Mom. I am a teenager.
This is more than stupid shit, Kins.
This past year?
Sabrina, Laurie, none of them.
None of their parents are sending them off.
Well, I'm not their mother. I'm yours.
(WHISPERS) They're lucky.
And I am worried about you.
And now you won't have to worry.
Be just the three of you again like it always should have been, right?
You believe that?
(SIGHS)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO, FAINT)
There even anybody here?
I think everybody leaves after Labor Day.
The office is a little further down.
(LIGHTS BUZZING)
(KEYS JANGLING)
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
They left a note, said they'd see us in the morning. We're staying in number 47.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(VAN DOORS OPEN)
(DOORS CLOSE)
(KEYS JANGLE)
(LOCK RATTLES)
This is nice, right?
Mm. Cozy.
Okay, so, who's staying in this trailer?
All of us.
Of course.
(HUMMING)
Hmm.
Is there someone else staying here?
CINDY: That's weird.
- Hmm. Should I toss it? - What, are you gonna eat it?
- Throw it out. - It smells fine. It's beef and broccoli.
- Please do not eat that. - I love it.
- There are no glasses. - Just chug, woman.
Remember when we went camping in the Rockies?
- That's exactly what I was referring to. - Mm-hmm.
(KNOCKING)
Is that Uncle Marv?
- Probably. - He probably smelled the wine.
LUKE: Mom, there's someone knocking.
No, don't get up. I've got it.
It's a girl.
Girl?
Can I help you?
Is Tamara home?
I think you have the wrong trailer.
Okay.
- I didn't think anyone else was staying here. - She must be lost.
All right, guys. You wanna play some cards or something?
(SIGHS)
- Well, you and me. - It's you and me.
You guys sure you don't wanna join us?
Oh, come on. Can we just have one last evening where you're not on your phones?
(MUSIC PLAYING ON EARBUDS)
Okay.
Thank you.
What do you wanna play?
Five hundred. We'll keep you here all night.
- (MUSIC CONTINUES) - Oh.
DAD: Come on, why don't you just put that down, just for a while, and join us?
(SIGHS)
Sweetheart, this, um...
...this parent gig, you know, it's, uh...
...it's tough.
The bad grades. Cutting class.
We're just scared, you know?
(MUSIC STOPS)
(WHISPERS) Thank you.
- Hey. Hey, baby doll. - Where are you going?
- I need some air. - (SIGHS)
- DAD: Should I go after her? - No. It'll only make it worse.
Either one of us.
Luke, you go talk to her.
- What? Why? - Because you're her brother.
Can you please do what your mother asks you?
Okay.
I don't know what you guys want me to say to her.
(EXHALES)
(SIGHS)
No one said it would be easy.
Kinsey!
Hey, Kins!
Kinsey!
(EXHALES)
(SHUDDERING)
What are you doing?
I don't know. Mom told me to come hang with you.
- Such a bitch. - Just being dramatic.
- Yeah, ya think? - I meant you.
Fuck off.
You know you're supposed to inhale those? Cigarettes.
You're supposed to like, um, actually inhale them.
Come on.
Ah, sis, just get over it.
They wanna send you away. I mean, boo-fucking-hoo.
Yeah, you're out of here next year.
You get to start your own life.
Maybe it's like that for you too.
You know, this place could be a fresh start.
You could be whoever you want to be.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
(WHISPERS) Don't.
You really think we're doing the right thing?
(SLOSHING LIQUID)
(SPITS)
I know we are. It's not like we haven't tried everything.
(SIGHS)
Yeah.
It'll be nice to have the house back to ourselves again, I guess...
...once Luke goes off to college.
We can do it on the couch like we used to.
I look so tired.
You look beautiful.
I love you.
(KNOCKING)
- You lock 'em out? - Mm-mmm.
- Guys, the door's not even locked. - (DOOR CREAKS)
GIRL: Is Tamara home?
DAD: You lost or something? You want me to call someone?
Are you okay?
Same girl?
Yeah.
- Where are the kids? - What?
Did they wander off?
Luke!
Kinsey!
- I'm gonna get my shoes. - I'm sure they're okay. I mean...
- That girl weirded me out, hon. - Yeah. Yeah, that was...
...a little...
(CLATTERS)
(GASPS)
Remember when I was in Little League? You used to follow me to the park.
Yeah, I always wanted to play. You never let me.
Well, 'cause you were little, sis. That's just how it goes.
You could barely lift up the bat, let alone hit anything.
Here.
(WHISPERS) Wind up for the pitch.
KINSEY: Mmm, what about the mailbox?
- (CLATTERS) - Oh, nice.
- Should have let me play. - Hmm.
Hey, what do you think Uncle Marv and Aunt Sheryl do here all alone in the winter?
Oh, I don't know. Probably have tons of filthy, porno sex.
(LAUGHS) Ew.
LUKE: Weird.
KINSEY: Yeah.
- Are you scared? - No.
LUKE: Hello.
- Hello. (YELLS) Oh, geez! - (LAUGHING)
LUKE: I'm gonna kill you. That's not funny.
Oh, God.
(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING)
Bingo.
- Okay, yes. One shot. - Three.
- Two. - All right.
(SCRAPING)
- KINSEY: What was that? - I don't know.
- Come on, we should get out of here. - Wait. Wait.
Is somebody there?
- Luke, seriously, let's go. - Wait, let's just...
(BANGING)
Hello.
Is somebody there?
- (DOG YELPS) - (GASPING)
- Oh, geez. - (LAUGHS)
It scared me half to death.
- KINSEY: What the hell is that? - (LUKE COUGHS)
(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING)
Nothing.
What the hell?
What the fuck?
- Luke. - What?
LUKE: Oh, my God.
(COUGHING, RETCHING)
(COUGHS, GASPING)
- Come on. Come on. Come on. - Okay. Okay.
- (PANTING) - Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- Where are we? - I don't know.
- Did we come from that way? No, no... - I don't know. It all looks the same.
- Here. Okay. - (BOTH KIDS SCREAM)
- Jesus! - You guys, what the hell is going on?
Uncle Marv and Aunt Sheryl are all cut up and there's blood everywhere...
- DAD: If this is some kind of a joke... - It's not some kind of a joke.
- I swear I would not joke about this. - Where was this? Where did you see this?
In one of the trailers. One of the trailers was open and we went inside.
I'm not... I'm not messing with you. I swear.
He's not. He's not. I... we both swear.
- LUKE: They're all cut up. - Okay, get Kinsey back in the trailer.
KINSEY: What?
Take Kinsey back to the trailer. Call the police and lock the door, okay?
CINDY: Okay.
- Do you know how to get back there? - Yeah.
- Can you show me? - Yeah, I think so. We came from there.
I'm scared, Dad.
Who would do something like that?
(GASPING)
- (WHISPERS) You're okay. - No, I'm not.
- You're okay. - No, I'm not. No, I'm not.
They weren't okay. They weren't okay. They weren't okay. (SOBBING)
You are going to be okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
(WHISPERS) Mom.
Mom, the phones. The phones.
(WHIMPERING) Mommy.
Oh, my God.
(GULPS)
(PHONE CHIMES)
- Oh, my God. - (DIALING)
(WHISPERING) Hello.
- Hello. - (WOMAN'S VOICE CRACKLING)
Hello, can you hear me?
(CINDY STAMMERS)
(TREMBLING) Hello. Can you hear me?
- (GASPS) Mom. - Hello? Hello? Hell...
KINSEY: (CRYING, SHAKING) Mom. Mom. Mom?
- (GASPS) - Mom.
What do you want? Hello? Hello!
- KINSEY: Mom! - CINDY: Can you hear me?
I need to report a murder. Hello. Can anyone hear...
(WHISPERS) No.
(STATIC CRACKLING)
(SCREAMING)
CINDY: Get in the bedroom! Get in the bedroom! Shut it!
- (SCREAMING CONTINUES) - (SHRIEKING)
In the bathroom! Shut the door!
- (BOTH PANTING) - (POUNDING)
- (PHONE CLATTERS) - Oh, my God.
God. Please, God.
(KNOCKING)
(WHIMPERING)
Leave us alone!
Mommy.
Who is she?
(CLATTERING)
(MUSIC PLAYING, FAINT)
(CHATTERING, MUFFLED)
(SHRIEKS)
- Okay. - I got it. I got it.
- I'm gonna lift you up. - Okay. (GRUNTING)
- (SCREAMING) - (MUSIC GROWS LOUDER)
Pull yourself up!
Come on!
- Go! You go! Run! - KINSEY: (SHRIEKING) Oh, my God!
Run. You have to run!
No. Oh, my God.
(GASPING) Baby, go.
(CINDY, KINSEY SCREAMING)
- (SHRIEKING) Mommy! - (SOBBING, RETCHING)
KINSEY: Let go of her!
(KINSEY SOBBING)
(KINSEY GRUNTING)
(COUGHING)
This is it, right?
Yeah, it's this one.
- Okay, just wait here. - What?
Just let me look.
I've already been there. I've already seen it.
(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKING)
LUKE: They don't work.
LUKE: (WHISPERS) Back room.
(FLIES BUZZING)
- (SNIFFS) - (WHIMPERS)
We gotta call the cops.
- You got a phone on you? - No, I think I left it back at the trailer.
Okay.
What the fuck?
Right there.
(GROANS)
Oh, fuck.
(BEEPS)
CINDY: Hi, Uncle Marv. It's Cindy. We got a late start...
...so we're not going to be to Gatlin Lake until, um, around 9:00 or 10:00.
- (LOUD BANG) - DAD: Shit.
What was that?
(CINDY'S VOICE CONTINUES ON ANSWERING MACHINE)
Dad?
- (SHUSHING) - (ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)
(METAL SCRAPING)
DAD: Fuck!
Get down!
(PANTING)
- LUKE: Who is that? - (SWING SET SQUEAKING)
Okay, we're gonna get back to Mom and Kinsey.
Okay, we're gonna make a run for it, okay? You're gonna run, you run like hell.
I'm gonna be right behind you. And you don't stop until we get right back to them.
- Okay? - Okay.
Go!
(GASPS)
Dad.
- Shit. - (CLICKS)
- What are you doing? - There was a gun.
I remember they used to have a gun in here.
Do you know how to use that?
Are you... are you really gonna shoot them?
Okay, you have five seconds! Five seconds to leave and then I start shooting!
(SHATTERING, THUD)
Five!
Four!
- Three! - (GUN COCKS)
Two!
One!
Go check back there.
They're gone.
Okay, we'll go back.
Come on, you stay with me. Okay?
Come on!
(PANTING)
Oh, my God.
No!
Okay.
(SHRIEKING) Help!
Please!
Fuck! Kinsey! Cindy!
That's my phone.
Oh.
(SOBBING)
Dad, what is it?
No, no, no!
(HIGH-PITCHED FEEDBACK)
(MUFFLED AUDIO) We have to go find your sister.
(MUFFLED) Listen to me! We're gonna go find your sister, okay?
- (AUDIO CLEARER) I need you to be with me. - Okay. What do we have to do? (CRYING)
I'm gonna get the car and we're gonna go find her. All right? Okay?
DAD: Kinsey!
(ENGINE STARTS)
DAD: Kin!
Kinsey!
Where is she?
LUKE: (CRYING) Come on, Kins!
Kinsey!
Oh, shit!
(TIRES SCREECH)
(CAR HORN BLARING)
(BLARING CONTINUES)
(WHIMPERING, SOBBING)
This isn't happening. This isn't happening.
(MUSIC PLAYING, FAINT)
(WOMAN SINGING ON RADIO)
(ENGINE STARTS)
Hello? (WHIMPERING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(SCREAMS)
(SONG CONTINUES)
(ENGINE REVVING)
Leave us alone!
- But we've just started. - (SCREAMS)
(HORN BLARING)
Oh, God. Dad?
No. Dad. Dad. Dad, wake up.
- (BLARING STOPS) - Wake up. Come on.
- Fuck. Luke, Dad. - (COUGHS)
- Oh, fuck. - (COUGHS, YELLS)
- You okay? - Fuck!
- Oh, my God. - (GRUNTING)
(YELLS) I can't... I can't.
(STAMMERING) Okay, I'm... I'm gonna, uh, try and, uh, pull it out.
Okay, I'm... I'm gonna... I'm gonna...
Shit. (GRUNTS)
(SOBBING) Fucking...
Tell me what to do. What do you want me to do?
- Okay, you... you gotta get out of here. - No, I'm not gonna leave you.
- You gotta get the fuck out of here. - Dad, I'm not gonna leave you.
- You gotta find your sister. She needs you! - I'm not gonna leave you.
The gun. Okay, find the gun.
LUKE: Um... here.
- You know how to use that thing? - No.
You just... it's loaded, okay? Pull back on the hammer...
...and then you squeeze the trigger. (GRUNTS)
Okay. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
Oh, fuck. (SOBBING)
Okay. Okay.
I'm gonna go find her, okay? We're gonna get the cops.
We're gonna get the ambulance, okay? I'm gonna be right back.
I'm proud of you.
I know.
(SOBBING)
(SOBBING CONTINUES)
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMING, SOBBING)
Fuck!
(RADIO ON)
(STATIONS CHANGING)
- (POP MUSIC PLAYING) - Please.
Please.
Please. (SOBBING)
Why are you doing this?
Fuck!
(GASPING)
Please.
Hey, whatever it is you're doing, just stop.
Okay, you leave my family alone.
Let my family go.
Please. (SOBBING)
Please.
Okay. Okay, can we just talk about this, okay?
(GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
Fuck!
(GRUNTS)
You mother... fuck you!
(SCREAMS)
(ICE PICK STABS)
(RADIO OFF)
Oh, my God.
Kinsey!
(WHIMPERING)
(COUGHS)
(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAK)
Hello.
(SQUEAK MOANING)
(CLICKING)
(CLICKING CONTINUES)
(CLICKING STOPS)
(TOY SQUEAKS)
No, no, no.
- (KNIFE STABS) - (KINSEY SCREAMING)
- LUKE: Stop! - (KINSEY SOBBING)
- Let her go. - KINSEY: Luke.
Luke. Luke.
Put the fucking knife down.
Put the knife down!
- (KNIFE CLATTERS) - (WHIMPERS)
(LAUGHING)
Are you gonna shoot me?
Give me the gun. Give me the gun.
Give me the gun, Luke. Give me the gun. I will shoot her.
- I will fucking shoot her! - Run! Run!
- (ENGINE REVVING) - LUKE: Go, go, go.
(ENGINE REVVING)
Hey, Luke, the window.
- Do you think you can reach it? - Yeah, I could give it a try.
Yeah, I'll boost you.
Oh, shit, it hurts.
(GRUNTING)
- You ready? - Okay. Okay. (GRUNTS)
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
Oh, my God. Okay. Hey, you're okay. Hey, hey.
- There's so much blood. - Grab that shirt off, okay?
- What? - Take that flannel off.
Okay.
It's okay.
Mom.
- (SOBS) - I know.
Hey, we're gonna get out of this.
- I tried to get... I tried to get her hand. - We're gonna get out of this. Stop.
I had her hand. I couldn't get her. I was so mean.
- I was so... - Hey.
Do you remember that... hey, do you remember that...
...that time that I fell out of that tree at Marshpoint. Do you remember that?
- You remember that. - Yeah.
Right.
You... you rode your bike home even though it was broken.
- Yeah. - You were an idiot.
Total idiot.
Mom found me on the couch. I was eating pizza...
...trying to pretend like nothing happened.
My leg was all swollen and blue, and she was like...
"...Luke, what the fuck did you do?"
- (SCREAMS, SOBS) - It's okay.
It's okay.
She probably said it just like that too.
It was exactly like that. "Luke, what the fuck did you do?"
And she tells us to watch our mouths.
Here, give me your arm.
It's my fault that she's dead.
Kins, stop.
No, you wouldn't have been here, Luke. You wouldn't have been here...
- ...if I wasn't such a fuck-up. - Stop. Just shut up. Shut up.
You know that's not true.
- I'm sorry. - You know that.
I'm sorry.
Why are they doing this to us?
Why?
Okay, we got to find a way out of this.
Okay, we got to get to a landline.
- (SNIFFLES) - Call 911.
(ENGINE REVVING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
- Luke. Luke, help. - Come on.
(ENGINE REVS)
(CRIES OUT)
I can't.
Okay, get in there.
- Here. - LUKE: Okay.
- Give me your hand. - I'm gonna try and find a way the office.
- What? - You have to stay here. Trust me.
Stay right here. Do not move. I'm gonna call 911. Ambulance will come.
- The police will light this whole place... - I'm coming with you.
Stop, stop, stop. Stop. Listen to me.
I'm gonna be moving much faster and you're gonna be a lot safer here. You understand?
- You understand? - Okay.
- I love you, sis. - Yeah, I love you too.
LUKE: We're gonna be okay.
We'll be okay.
(DIALING)
(LINE RINGING)
- WOMAN: 911. What's the emergency? - Hi. Um, yeah, we need help.
- There's these crazy people trying to kill us. - Okay. Calm down. What's your address?
Um, I don't know. I'm not sure. I wasn't... I wasn't paying attention.
It's some trailer park. I don't know. I don't know where we are.
Um... uh, Gatlin Lake.
It's Gatlin Lake.
Hello?
(DOOR SQUEAKING, OPEN, CLOSES)
(BELL JINGLING)
Just leave us alone.
- (JINGLE PLAYING) - (CLINKING)
Just leave us alone!
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(KNOCKING)
(WHIMPERING)
(MUSIC BEGINS ON SPEAKERS)
(PANTING)
I killed one of yours.
How's that feel, huh?
(SHOUTING) How's that fucking feel?
(SONG CONTINUES, MUFFLED)
(GASPING)
KINSEY: (SHOUTING, MUFFLED) Luke! Luke!
Luke!
(KINSEY SHOUTING, INDISTINCT)
(SOBBING)
(COUGHING)
(MUFFLED SPEECH)
(GRUNTING)
(MUFFLED SPEECH)
Come here. I got you. Right here. Right here.
Right here. Right here.
- (COUGHS) - Okay.
Okay. We need to get you help.
Look at me. I need to get to the main road.
Okay?
Okay. Okay.
(COUGHS)
(COUGHING)
- (ENGINE REVVING) - Oh, my God, please. No.
Please.
- MAN: Are you okay? - (CAR DOOR CLOSES)
Whoa.
Okay. Come here. Come on. It's okay. It's okay. Come here.
Okay, calm down. Hey.
Calm down. Okay. It's okay. Tell me what happened.
I need you to help my brother. I need you to help my brother.
He's at the clubhouse. I told him to meet me at the clubhouse.
That's where he might be.
And there are these crazy people, and they're trying to kill us.
(GASPS, WHIMPERS)
(GASPING)
Where are the keys?
- Where are the keys? - (TAPPING)
(KEYS JANGLING)
- (LOCK CLICKING) - (DOOR HANDLE RATTLES)
Come on, come on, come on.
- (YELLS) - (KNIFE SLASHING)
Get off!
(GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT)
(WHIMPERS)
(GASPS)
Why are you doing this?
Why not?
(SOBBING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(ENGINE CRANKS)
Come on! (PANTING)
Come on, please. Come on, please.
Please, I need you to go!
(SONG CONTINUES ON RADIO)
(ENGINE CRANKS)
(TRUCK APPROACHING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(SCREAMING)
(SOBBING)
(WHEEZING)
(SONG STOPS)
(WHEEZING CONTINUES)
KINSEY: Stop! Stop! Help!
Wait! Stop the car! Stop the car! Stop the car!
Oh, thank God.
Hi. Hi. Help me, please.
- Are you okay? - Please.
Please. Wait. Wait.
Wait.
Drive!
(YELLS)
(SHRIEKING, CRYING)
(GASPS)
(MONITOR BEEPING)
(KISSES)
- (SQUEAKING) - (GASPS)
- Hello. - (KNOCKING)