(gentle electronic music)
(upbeat electronic music)
(moaning)
- Oh, yes.
- Yes, harder, harder.
(upbeat electronic music)
(moaning)
Yes, yes, harder, harder, harder, harder.
(moaning)
(dog barking)
Look at my eyes.
Look in my eyes, yes.
(moaning)
Harder. (moaning)
(dog squealing)
Look at me.
Where are you going?
- There's something out there.
- Don't forget you're on the clock.
(gentle instrumental music)
(screaming)
- Who's out there?
(screaming and crying)
(murmuring)
(screaming)
(gun firing)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(birds chirping)
(upbeat electronic music)
* Love is greedy
* Love is rough
* Love is needy
* Love is tough
* So you gotta be strong
* You gotta be strong
* Love takes courage
* Love breaks hearts
* Love will perish
* And tear you apart
* You gotta be strong
* Oh, oh
* Yeah, you gotta be strong
* When your love shine me, I glow, I glow
* There's a whole lot of colors you need to know
* If you wanna get inside my head
* And if you wanna love me
* You must have bled
* Every shade of red
(upbeat electronic music)
(film reel running)
- Kenny, Kenny.
- Yo, Professor, what's with the two next to my name?
Honestly, you know how many girls tell me
I'm a solid eight?
(laughing)
- Your mom and sister don't count, Kenny.
(laughing)
The numbers represent the amount of points
you all need in order to pass my class.
- Oh, hell no.
- Irving, if you insist on showing no sense of humor
in my class,
I'm gonna have to rethink that A plus you almost earned.
Now hear me out before you all rejoice.
I have decided to drop next week's final exam.
(murmuring)
Where do you think you're going?
- But you just said that--
- Sit down, Blake.
I know for a fact that baseball practice
doesn't start for at least a few hours.
I have decided instead to assign you all
a group project.
(groaning)
That's what the numbers represent.
(groaning)
Listen up, there is a method to my madness.
(foreboding instrumental music)
Any history teacher can make you memorize purported facts,
but if there's only one thing I hope
you take away from my class, it's this.
History is simply the winner's interpretation
of the events that transpired.
I want each group to look deeper than that
and rediscover a moment in history.
Isabella Cruz has decided to grace us
with her presence, ladies and gentlemen.
To what do we owe this pleasure?
- I'm in your class.
- I know that.
I'm only surprised that you do.
(laughing)
Your name isn't on the board,
but you will be in group two.
- You're seriously putting her in group two with me?
- Yes, I am, Blair, seriously.
Now this project counts for 50% of your grade,
so don't screw it up.
I expect at least 20 typed pages from each group
by the end of next week,
and to answer Irving's next question,
yes, each group will share a grade,
so you better learn to work together.
(murmuring)
- I don't even get what she means recreate history.
- She didn't say to recreate history, Blair.
She said to rediscover it.
Trust me, as a black man,
I wouldn't wanna recreate any history around these parts.
- What did I miss?
- We're rediscovering history, Chrissy.
What do you say me and you
get a jump on that tonight, Kamasutra style?
- Who's the Kamasutra?
- Put that down.
Guys, we gotta figure this out.
I got practice.
I can't be here all day.
- Well, we can't start without our honorary sixth member.
Why'd you pick up her books earlier today, anyway?
- [Chrissy] Yeah, she's so weird.
- Yeah.
- Well, if she's not gonna show up,
she's not gonna share my grade.
- Has anyone actually ever even talked to her?
I mean, I heard that she lives
with that crazy cat lady,
the one who never leaves her farm.
- I heard they were lovers.
- Oh.
- That's my kind of nasty right there.
I'd be into that.
You know what I'm talking about.
Yup.
- My daddy told me to never talk to that woman.
I heard that when she was a kid,
she had black eyes
'cause her parents like worshiped the devil or something.
That's why she allowed in town anymore.
- Sh, here she comes.
- No one actually believes that.
(scoffing)
- So Blake, you want me to walk you to practice?
(foreboding instrumental music)
Blake?
Blake.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(birds chirping)
(dirt crunching)
(insects chirping)
(horse whinnying)
- What are you doing here?
- You disappeared after class.
- This is private property.
You're gonna get me in trouble.
- I'm sorry.
(car engine running)
- Just--
- Where are you taking me?
- Get in here.
Get in there.
Don't say a word.
Don't even move.
Just stay down.
- I tell ya.
Those coyotes killed two more of my chickens last night.
I believe we need to build a bigger fence.
- Oh no.
- You alright?
You seem nervous.
- Yeah, I'm fine.
I just, I know how you feel about the animals.
I'll put out more coyote traps.
I promise, Mama.
- Finish your chores yet?
- Almost.
- Alright, well, when you're done,
I want you to wrap Brady's leg.
It's swelling up in this heat.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.
- Oh, I'll get it.
- Are you sure you didn't forget your medicine?
- Ow.
(birds cawing)
- What is that?
You have company?
Oh, you do have company.
My, my, my, Blake Simpson,
you certainly have filled out nicely
since the last time I saw you.
How's your mama?
- She's fine.
Thanks, ma'am.
- You appear to be bleeding.
I'm sorry.
My cat is afraid of strangers.
Aren't you, darling?
Come here, baby.
(murmuring)
What'd you do?
(cat meowing)
Oh.
Isabella, where are your manners?
- Absolutely, you're right.
I have a first aid kit inside.
- Yeah.
(gentle instrumental music)
- So you gonna tell me why you freaked out
when I showed up?
I guess that's a no.
(murmuring)
- It's a tiny scratch.
How do you know my mom, anyway?
- Oh, we go way back.
- Oh, is that so?
- Oh yeah.
You don't remember, do you?
I saw you the day you moved in.
I helped move all the furniture into the barn
so you'd have somewhere to sleep.
- That was a scary day for me.
- I'm glad it was your thing.
I usually make a better first impression,
thought maybe I was losing my touch.
(gentle instrumental music)
So what happened to your real parents?
Still talk to them?
- That's enough with the questions.
I gotta get back to work.
- Hey, you know you're in my group.
Wait.
We're meeting tomorrow at seven in the school library.
I can pick you up if you want.
- It's okay.
I'll be there.
(insects chirping)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(thunder rumbling)
(dramatic electronic music)
(water running)
- Alright, Willy Manning.
- Who?
- 1976, the young African American man
was unjustly imprisoned for the murder
of two white college kids up in Kenesaw.
- How do you know he wasn't justly imprisoned?
- Other than being a black man in the South?
- [Kenny] You'd make a terrible lawyer, Irving.
- I get why you always isolate yourself.
- Hey, what about you?
You haven't said a single word.
Do you have any ideas?
- I haven't thought of anything yet.
- Surprise, surprise,
weird girl doesn't have any ideas.
Bet it's really hard for her to read English, y'all.
(laughing)
- Here's an idea.
Let's do it on your father's company
and how he threw 50 people
of low economic stature out of their homes
to build a mall,
or would that be a conflict of interest for you?
- Got it.
Okay, have you guys ever heard
of the werewolf of Talbot County?
(dramatic instrumental music)
- Where's Talbot County?
- It's about 50 miles from here,
and the grave is still there.
- Woah, sorry, the grave of the werewolf?
- Stop messing with her, Kenny.
- Actually, I've heard of this.
Can I see that?
- So in 1848, a bunch of local residents
were complaining about their sheep being killed,
whole flocks slaughtered,
but never eaten,
so whatever was killing them
was just doing it for fun.
After a while, a couple farmers got together,
and they put an ad in the Atlanta newspaper
looking for a bounty hunter to kill, you know,
whatever animal was responsible for it.
- Sorry, we have a chance
to free an innocent man from prison,
and you're talking about ghost stories.
- Well, okay, so one, it's not a ghost story, Irving.
It's a werewolf story.
Please pay attention.
Two, this shit actually happened.
There's the ad right there
if anyone wants to peruse it.
He said he shot it a couple times,
but never actually killed it.
It didn't take long for this guy to realize
he wasn't dealing with just any animal,
so one night he melted a silver cross into a bullet,
went out into the field to kill
what he believed was a werewolf,
but when he shot it,
all he heard was the screams of a dying woman.
- So it was a girl werewolf?
- Well, this is where the story
gets a little bit interesting.
He never found any werewolf,
only a severed human hand.
- Shit.
- [Chrissy] I don't wanna hear any more.
- No, let him finish.
- So years later, this doctor was talking
to the bounty hunter,
and he said the same night
this guy shot a werewolf,
a young girl by the name of Emily Burt came in
to be treated for a missing hand.
The family denied anything ever happened to Emily.
- So what happened to the girl?
- Well, she was never seen in town again.
Years later after she died,
she was buried on land that the Burts still own today.
I mean, they won't let anyone near the grave.
- If we can't get in,
how are we supposed to write a 20 page paper
about if it's real or not?
- That's an excellent question, Irving.
I'm really glad you asked that
because this is where we got a little bit lucky.
That crazy bitch that she works for,
her farm borders on the Burt's property.
- Don't call her that.
She's got a name.
- He's right.
It does.
- Look, I say we rent some horses
and get to the Burt's property that way.
That's just my idea.
- Let's vote on it.
Raise your hand if you think
that our paper should be about freeing an innocent man
from death row,
or finding out if teen wolf is real or not.
- Love the system, but we got even number here.
There's six of us.
What if there's a tie?
- Then we throw out both ideas
and find something else.
- Alright, raise your hand for innocent man.
- Chrissy.
- I don't wanna go into the woods, Blair.
(scoffing)
- Let's find Emily Burt.
- I'll go into the woods with you, Blake.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(gasping)
(insects buzzing)
(panting)
(murmuring)
(growling)
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Day one, and shit is getting real.
It's hot as balls out,
and we're officially in werewolf country.
Chrissy is looking very sexy
in a sweaty kind of way.
- Nice, Kenny, will you stop shooting me?
- [Kenny] It's very tasteful, Chrissy.
I promise.
Isabelle is looking very sexy
in a very free kind of way. (laughing)
If only these woods could talk.
- Kenny, can you put out that fucking joint, man?
- No.
- Alright, Kenny, which way?
- [Kenny] Uh, hold on.
- Great, now we're taking directions
from Cheech Spielberg.
Kenny, give me the fucking teen wolf map, man.
You finish smoking your dope.
- You're gonna get us arrested with that shit.
- There's no cops in the woods, John Wayne.
You can chill out.
- Why did you bring a gun?
We have food.
- Not safe to sleep in the woods without protection.
I've been living out here
a lot longer than you have.
- I like it.
- Alright, we're gonna take a right.
We're headed west.
- [Blake] Alright. (tongue clicking)
Let's go.
- I brought a tent big enough for two.
- Oh, thank God.
Looks like we don't have to share a tent anymore, Kenny.
- [Kenny] All I'm saying is there's way more
available sex in my tent.
That's it.
- [Chrissy] Good Lord.
- I only got a sleeping bag.
- That's okay.
You can have my tent.
Kenny's got room for two.
- Oh, come on, dude.
You're killing me right now.
(upbeat instrumental music)
* My world was going under
* I needed love
* But got a doctor
* I'm outta control
* He gave me pills to forget I missed ya
* You take some more
* And you'll be better
* And I'm outta control
* I'm outta control
* They say I've got one, two, three
* Some kind of ABC
* But that's all part of me
* Hey, there's pills for that too
* There's pills for heartache
* There's pills to fall in love too
* Go ahead, take a picture
* I might as well be a statue
* A tourist attraction
(fire crackling)
(insects chirping)
- They heard scratching,
so they got in their car and drove off.
Then when he walking her back from her door,
he saw a hook in the roof of his car.
- And let me guess, the killer was there.
Oh my God.
- You know, I heard this story before,
but in the version I heard,
the girl he took home was the serial killer.
(laughing)
Yeah.
Fill me up, Kenny.
- You getting pretty wasted off that Sprite, Irving?
- Yeah, you guys laugh it up,
but while you cats are in the Betty Ford clinic,
I'll have already made my first million.
- Yeah, you hang out with a lot
of sober millionaires, Irving?
Does anybody else need a drink?
- I do.
- I'll make you something special.
- I'm not old enough to drink, silly,
so no funny business.
- Stop trying to corrupt my pledge, Kenny.
- I was always told to follow my heart.
(scoffing)
(insects chirping)
- You doing okay?
(tab popping)
(fire crackling)
- A bit for me,
and a little bit for you.
(whispering)
(foreboding instrumental music)
Here you go, Chrissy.
- Thank you, Kenny.
(laughing)
- I like the Sprite on you, Kenny.
- Sorry.
- Gonna get me another drink, bro?
- Here, have mine.
- No, I'll get you another one, man.
It's no problem.
- No, don't worry about it.
I wasn't really thirsty.
Blair just wanted to mess with Kenny.
- That's fucked up, Blair.
(insects chirping)
- I have a story.
- Oh, this'll be good.
- Come on, Blair.
I know you can be nice.
- Really, Blake?
- You done?
Okay, well,
there was this couple.
They were madly in love,
so they wanted to have kids.
- Yeah, that's novel.
- That's not the story.
Like most men, he wanted to have a son,
you know, carry on his name.
- Uh, such a man.
- Unfortunately for the husband, however,
a daughter was born,
but despite his disappointment,
the wife hoped he'd grow to love their little girl,
but over the years,
the couple actually grew further and further apart,
and one summer, for the little girl's eleventh birthday,
the mother planned a camping trip
to try and reunite the family.
- That's a dumb woman right there.
(insects chirping)
- Their first night in the woods,
something unimaginable happened.
- They had like a really solid family camping trip?
- Should I finish?
- Sorry.
- That same night, their daughter awoke
from her nightmare.
She was sweating and crying.
She tried to open up her tent
when a noise startled her.
It sounded like a pack of wolves.
The noise was so loud
she thought it could be right outside her tent,
so she ran back inside,
and she cried and cried and cried herself to sleep.
(murmuring)
Next morning,
she called out for her mother,
didn't get a response.
- They were dead, weren't they?
- She walked into her parents' tent
and found their intestines decorated around
like Jack the Ripper was still alive.
Their eyes were literally cut out of their sockets
and placed into their hands.
- The killer had to be white.
There's no way a black man would even do that shit.
(groaning)
- Here we go again.
- What if the killer was the little girl?
- That doesn't make any sense.
Why would a little girl kill her parents?
- I don't know, man.
(murmuring) Nothing really makes any sense anymore.
Everybody's wild now.
(murmuring)
- Actually, they never found who committed the crime.
Some people did say it was her daughter.
- So what happened to her?
- The state had her committed to a mental ward
and within six months,
she hung herself.
(murmuring)
Some say her ghost still haunts the very woods
we're camping in right now,
and if you hear loud howling,
it's her coming to seek revenge
for her parents' death.
(howling)
- You aright, Irving?
It's just a ghost story.
(murmuring)
- I'm good.
I just need to get some fresh air.
- Oh, man, you're outside.
This is as fresh as the air gets.
(echoing)
- Should I go with him?
I don't think he should be just walking around
in the woods alone.
- Irving's a big boy.
He can take a walk by himself.
(insects chirping)
(growling)
(murmuring)
(zipper scraping)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(liquid splashing)
(howling)
- Shit.
(foreboding instrumental music)
Jesus fucking Christ.
(murmuring)
- Irving, you okay?
- I just saw a raccoon.
- You're scared of a raccoon?
- No, no, no, there's something out there, man.
- Did you pee in your pants?
- It's okay, man.
Those are scary motherfuckers.
- No, man, it wasn't the fucking raccoon.
Something killed it.
- Calm down, Irving.
We're in the woods.
It's normal.
- I've never seen anything like that before.
- Anything like what?
- It had a bite on its neck,
and its guts were spread everywhere.
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Oh God, it's the ghost.
It's the ghost.
- Ghosts don't bite, Chrissy.
- Okay, but, seriously, first the howling,
and now the raccoon.
(howling)
- I think it's best we just get in the tents.
I reckon it's gonna be a long day tomorrow
if we expect to get to the grave.
- I can't believe we're looking for a grave
to pass a class.
- I'm supposed to sleep now?
- Dude, just think positive thoughts, man.
Bubble gum--
- Shut the hell up, Kenny.
- [Kenny] I'm just trying to help you
enjoy the ride, Irving.
- [Irving] The fuck's that even mean?
- Isabella,
you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.
(insects chirping)
(zipper scraping)
(film reel rolling)
- So, uh,
wrapping up day one,
some ups and some downs.
As you can see, my tent has been invaded
by a fucking jerk from Sixteen Candles,
so yeah, that's awesome.
(insects chirping)
- Why are you wearing that?
We're not going to the mall for a (murmuring) search.
- Duh, but fashion doesn't die
just 'cause we're in the sequel
to Deliverance, Blair.
- Am I supposed to know what that means?
- Look, we're only in this God forsaken place
because of your blind obsession with a guy
who wants nothing to do with you.
- I can't believe you're talking to me like this.
- Yeah, well, believe it,
and I may be your pledge,
but I think you could learn a thing or two from me
on how to dress.
- On the upside, I could probably bang Irving tonight.
I guess my only hesitation is
that he doesn't have a vagina.
So, all in all,
I'd say it's been a pretty solid day.
Kenny out.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(murmuring)
- Chrissy?
Blair?
- Okay, you only look semi-cute
'cause you're hoping that Irving notices
you have a how to flirt like a whore handbook.
- At least I have a plan to get laid.
You don't even care about this project,
and you obviously are never going to sleep with Blake.
I mean, you're more than a little delusional.
- Delusional?
He's my date to the Debutante Ball.
Do you have any idea what that means?
- Put it on your college application, bitch.
Knock yourself out.
Look, you may think I'm dumb,
but even I can tell,
he is not into you.
- [Blair] Oh, yes he is.
- Oh no, he's not.
He likes Isabella.
I mean, really, how can you not see that?
- Why are you trying to hurt me?
I thought you were my friend.
- And I thought you were mine.
Look, look at me.
I don't even know who you are around this guy.
Hey, the Blair I know and love
is addicted to foot massages and face masks.
What happened to her?
- Well,
maybe you don't know me anymore.
- I hope that's not true.
I just wanna go home.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(insects chirping)
- Hail Mary, full of grace.
Our Lord is with you.
Yes, (murmuring).
(gasping)
(murmuring)
(birds chirping)
- Chrissy?
Chrissy?
- [Blake] What's wrong?
- Chrissy's gone.
- Gone where?
- If I knew that,
do you think I'd be screaming her name?
- Is her horse still there?
- I'll go check.
- I'm scared.
- Uh, there's a huge rip in your tent.
- Don't touch anything.
You gotta get this all on camera.
(groaning)
Oh, fuck, are you serious?
That doesn't look like a rip to me.
That looks like it was slashed.
- How would you know that?
- Look how clean it is, man.
- Her horse is gone.
- An animal slashed my tent.
I can't stay here.
I have a Debutante party on Saturday.
You are my date, for Christ's sakes.
- Just try to relax.
- Maybe she was trying to go home.
- She can't.
I have the map.
- Okay, everybody pack up.
If she's not back by then,
then we'll follow her horse's tracks.
(birds chirping)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(laughing)
- Nice bling, Mr. T.
- [Irving] Say what?
- [Kenny] I pity the fool who takes my gold chain.
Let me hear you say it.
Come on, you can do it better than me.
- I'm starting to feel so much better.
It's like you're my security blanket or something.
- Right, Irving, I'm the racist one, of course.
- Are we even sure these are Chrissy's tracks?
- It's like you don't even care
about finding my friend.
I mean, stop trying to make me feel bad.
- It's just an observation.
Not everything's about you, Blair.
(sighing)
- What, do you see something, man?
- Kenny, we've been walking for hours.
Where are we?
- I don't really know.
All these trails look the same on this map.
(horse hoof beats)
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Chrissy.
- Wait for me.
- Blake.
You can't just leave me here, Blake.
Blake.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(horse hoof beats)
- [Irving] Chrissy.
- [Isabella] Irving.
(foreboding instrumental music)
- [Irving] Chrissy.
Chrissy.
(horse hoof beats)
Chrissy.
(grunting)
- So, Blair, how you feeling?
(film roll running)
- Not safe.
- I strike you as like a dangerous kind of guy?
(scoffing)
- You watch too many movies.
- See, I think you're just a little camera shy.
- Oh, really?
How's this?
This better?
How about this?
Is that good?
- Hey, not the fucking drugs, girl.
You're not that cute, Jesus.
Fuck.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(horse hoof beats)
- Jesus Christ.
Isabella, where'd you come from?
- I'm so turned around.
I don't even know.
(foreboding instrumental music)
- You ever see anything like this before?
- In a nightmare, maybe.
(foreboding instrumental music)
Let's get out of here.
- Alright, go get the others.
I'm gonna go in.
- I'm not leaving you alone.
Are you crazy?
(door creaking)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(murmuring)
(dramatic instrumental music)
- What the fuck would do this?
- I don't know.
I don't think you should touch anything.
(gentle instrumental music)
(dramatic instrumental music)
(screaming)
- [Irving] Fuck, oh fuck.
(screaming)
- What the fuck was that?
- I am not staying here with you.
- Where are you going?
Blair.
Where are you going?
- Blake, help.
- [Kenny] Blair.
- Blake, (murmuring).
(growling)
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Hey, Blair?
Blair.
Hey, hold up.
(insects chirping)
- [Irving] Fuck, fuck, fuck.
(crying)
- [Blake] Are you okay?
(coughing)
- [Isabella] (murmuring) Oh my God.
(crying)
- Holy shit.
Whose blood is that?
- We need to call the cops right now, man.
We're being watched, alright?
We're being watched,
and I can feel it.
(murmuring)
(coughing)
(gentle instrumental music)
(crying)
- [Kenny] They were right here.
I just left them right fucking here.
- [Irving] We're being watched, alright.
- Nothing is out there.
- It took Chrissy too.
- You don't know that.
- I saw it riding her horse.
- I wanna go home.
- Me too.
- Right now.
- [Kenny] Man, you're covered in blood.
What was in that shed?
- Chrissy was in that shed, wasn't she?
- Can you get us back?
- The map was with my horse, man.
We're fucked.
- Kenny, this is all your fault.
This is why you will never get laid.
You are such a little bitch.
- How is this my fault in any way?
What part of this is my fucking fault?
- Guys, calm down.
Calm down.
- I can get us back.
- Without the map?
- We just have to follow our tracks
like (murmuring).
- Oh, following tracks,
that is how we got into this.
- You have a better idea?
(foreboding instrumental music)
- We got the gun, five bullets,
and a lighter.
- I got a flashlight and a pen.
- Oh, dude, nice.
We're definitely gonna need that pen.
Am I right, guys?
- Fuck you, Kenny.
What do you have?
- I got some chocolate bars
and some drugs.
- And that's it?
- Oh, and a condom.
- A condom?
Seriously, man.
- Man, I'd rather go bareback too.
It's not the '60s anymore.
- What about you, Blair?
- Maxi pads, okay?
I have Maxi pads.
What?
It's my time of the month.
- That explains a lot.
Don't look at me.
I don't have anything.
- How about your purse?
There's nothing in your purse?
- Socks and underwear,
nothing we can use.
- Perfect.
- Guys, let's not fight.
I mean, we'd be totally fucked
without those Maxi pads. (laughing)
- Oh, fuck you, virgin.
- Does anyone have water or a flask?
- There's a creek close by.
Maybe we can fill up that condom with water.
- Is that even possible?
- I bet it's way too small for that.
- Okay, so first of all,
literally every condom is too small for that.
Secondly, it's gonna be nasty and lubey and gross,
and I don't even think we should be drinking
river water, you guys.
- Shut up, Kenny.
- Yeah, alright.
(murmuring)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain falling)
- [Blake] You sure we made a right back there?
I can hardly make out the tracks
with all this rain.
- Don't forget, we're coming from the opposite direction.
- Guys, I'm literally 100% sure
these are Buttercup's tracks.
Remember, she has that birthmark.
- I mean, Professor Anderson can't give us
an incomplete for this, right?
I mean, she can't fail us.
- I haven't thought about that.
- Well, I have,
and my daddy's gonna kill me
if I don't get all A's,
and thank God, why do I even care?
I mean, we're totally fucked.
We're all gonna end up like Chrissy.
- You're right.
What are we even doing this for?
Whatever's out there is gonna come
and get us all.
Come and get us, mother fucker.
We're right here, you little bitch.
I gotta pee.
- I'll make sure she's okay.
- Blake, wait.
(gentle instrumental music)
(water flowing)
- What are you doing?
- [Blake] I thought I lost you.
- I said I was going to the bathroom.
That's creepy, Blake.
- Sorry, I just didn't want you to be alone.
- You wanna watch?
(water flowing)
I see you looking at me.
- [Blake] I'm not.
- You better not be.
- Don't flatter yourself.
- I'm not.
(gentle instrumental music)
- Mind if I ask a personal question?
- Like this isn't personal enough?
- Why don't you have a boyfriend?
- How do you know I don't?
- You don't.
- What, are you stalking me or something?
- [Blake] Not exactly the word I'd use.
- No?
(gentle instrumental music)
What would you call it then?
- Interested.
- You shouldn't be.
(foreboding instrumental music)
- How do you know we're going the right way?
- I know we are.
- I remember that.
She's right.
- [Kenny] I don't.
- Me neither, but we can use it
to make a roof for our camp.
- No, no, no, I'm not stopping for anything.
- What do you mean?
It's almost dark out.
- You guys can do what you want,
but I'm not staying in these woods another night.
- I'm with Irving.
Someone's missing right now.
- We can make this a real shelter, guys.
- I vote we stay.
We need to stick together.
Besides, Blake's got the only gun.
- Keep it.
I'm out.
- Don't leave.
- Listen, there is something in these woods,
and it's not getting me, alright?
- Stay with us, Kenny.
- No, I'm sorry.
I'm with Irving.
This place is fucked.
(insects chirping)
- We gotta find some dry wood and leaves.
- It's gonna be hard to find anything dry.
- Yeah.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(insects chirping)
(howling)
- [Kenny] This doesn't look right, man.
- Looks familiar to me, man.
(howling)
- Okay, so this is clearly not the way.
- I didn't account for six inches of rain, alright?
- Man, six inches of rain?
This is a fucking cliff.
We didn't go this way.
- We did, Kenny.
It just didn't look like this before, man.
- Okay, maybe it didn't look like this before
because we haven't fucking been here before.
- We just need to find a way across, alright?
- No man, I say we go back to that last turn--
- No, no, no, we're not going back, Kenny.
Just see if that trail leads to the creek,
and I'll go look for a downed tree brach
or something, alright?
- Man, this idea is bullshit.
Let's go back to that last turn.
We'll find a bridge.
- You're not fucking safe, Kenny.
Leave whenever you want, man.
- Fuck, are you kidding me?
This sucks.
You suck.
This whole fucking thing sucks.
I'm so fucking done with this shit.
(foreboding instrumental music)
Fucking piece of shit.
(growling)
(screaming)
- [Irving] Kenny.
- Fuck.
- [Irving] Kenny.
- Irving, help me.
- Fuck, man, fuck--
- It's on my leg, man.
I don't know what the fuck this is, man.
- Okay, alright, alright, alright, stop moving.
Stop moving, man.
(screaming)
- Oh my fucking God, get this fucking thing off me.
- Keep still.
Don't move, don't move, don't move, don't move.
- Get this fucking thing off me, man.
- Keep still.
Keep still.
Don't move.
- Man--
- Don't move.
Just keep still, man.
Alright.
(screaming)
What the hell is this thing, man?
- [Kenny] I can't feel my fucking foot, man.
- Kenny, stop.
Stop, Kenny.
- [Kenny] Fucking thing--
- Alright, Kenny, look at me.
Look at me.
I'm gonna get you help, alright?
- No, no--
- Kenny, I'm gonna come right back.
I promise, Kenny.
- Don't you fucking leave me.
- Kenny, I'm gonna come right back.
I promise, man.
- Please don't leave me.
Irving.
I'm gonna fucking, Irving.
Irving, Irving.
(growling)
Fuck.
(screaming)
(water flowing)
(fire crackling)
(insects chirping)
(laughing)
- And Kenny said these were good for nothing.
- The stars are really beautiful tonight, huh?
- Mmhm, yeah.
(insects chirping)
- So this is what it's like to be a third wheel.
I always wondered what that felt like.
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Blair, wait.
- Let her go.
Let her go.
- It isn't right.
All five of us should really be together right now.
- Stop.
I need to talk to you.
- Now?
- Is there ever a right time?
Let her go.
(foreboding electronic music)
Why do you take them?
- Why do you care?
What are you trying to prove right now, Blake?
- I just wanna talk alone for once.
- Alone is exactly what we shouldn't be.
You think you know me, Blake?
- I'm trying to.
- You have everything.
What are you doing with me?
- Look, I know you don't remember
the first time we met,
but I do,
and ever since then,
I wake up every Sunday morning
and watch you ride your bike to church,
and I know that when you move your hair
from left to right,
it means you're nervous.
- What?
- I compare every girl to you.
They don't even hold a candle.
(gentle instrumental music)
- That story I told you,
that little girl,
that little girl was me.
I should have never come with you guys.
Everyone's in danger.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(screaming)
- It's okay.
Where's Isabella?
- [Blair] Who?
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Holy shit.
(dramatic instrumental music)
(screaming)
Who's there?
Can you help me please?
Who's there?
Please fucking help me.
I don't wanna die.
Oh, fuck.
(growling)
Who's there?
Please help me.
I don't wanna fucking die, please.
Hey.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(growling)
I know you're out there.
Come out, you mother fucker.
(screaming)
- Irving, please don't leave me.
(howling)
(growling)
(howling)
(gentle instrumental music)
(film roll running)
So, um,
my foot's fucked,
and I'm all alone,
so that sucks fucking balls.
(foreboding instrumental music)
Oh my God.
Thank God.
Is help coming?
- There's no help on the way.
- Fucking thing is locked.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
- No, my leg is fucked.
This thing's fucking locked,
fucking miles from okay.
- Sh, they have locks, sure,
but everything is possible
if you have one of these.
(gentle instrumental music)
- We gotta find Isabella.
(yelling)
- (murmuring) I feel really dizzy.
(groaning)
- You're gonna be okay.
(liquid dripping)
What the fuck?
- [Blair] You're bleeding.
(gasping)
- It's not mine.
- Why do you have a key?
- It is not the question you should be asking.
No.
Question you should be asking is
how am I gonna get an A
on this class project, huh? (laughing)
Emily Burt wants you.
I want you to have a perfect finale for your movie.
Don't you still want that, Kenny?
- I definitely want that.
Get this off of me, please.
- In a minute.
First, we should examine how we got here, right?
'Cause, I mean,
I know how we got here, but,
we should not have gotten here this way, right?
Should we?
- No, but--
- No.
- I know.
- Fuck.
- Blake.
Blake.
(gasping)
- Oh my fucking God.
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Where's your camera?
- I lost it.
- Goddammit.
I wanted to see (murmuring).
- You could go find it.
It's probably close.
Just if you unlock me,
we could probably find it.
(crying)
- So good.
You're so good.
I was so impressed with you.
I didn't wanna tell you.
I didn't wanna tell you about it
in front of all the others,
how impressed I was with you.
You should be real proud of yourself, Kenny.
(foreboding instrumental music)
You know what lycanthropy is?
- No.
- I do.
Emily Burt did too.
Those newspaper articles,
they fucking lie.
They lie.
The truth, Kenny,
the truth is an ugly thing, Kenny.
(murmuring)
- Please don't kill me.
Please don't kill me.
Please.
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Beg me.
- Please.
(murmuring)
- Beg me please.
- Please.
Please, this is fine.
You don't need to kill me.
(murmuring)
- I know.
I wish I could stop.
(growling)
- No, please don't kill me.
Please don't kill.
(screaming)
(knives stabbing)
(growling)
(dramatic instrumental music)
(film reel running)
(crying)
(hissing and growling)
(crying)
(knives stabbing)
(wolves howling)
(upbeat instrumental music)
* Trying to be what you want me to be
* I'm trying to be your man
* I only see what you want me to see
* They see the gun in your hands
* You had me fooled at all the right times
* You always knew what to say
* Swimming through the fire in my mind
* It's time to put out the flames
* Mamma said I don't know you
* But I know that I do
* But I know that I do, yeah
* Mamma said I don't love you
* But I know that I do
* But I know that I do, yeah, yeah
* Pull the trigger now
* And pull the trigger now
* Pull the trigger now
* Yeah
* Mamma said I don't know you
* But I know that I do
* But I know that I do, yeah, yeah
- Blake. (screaming)
- Give me your hand, Blair.
Give me your hand.
- I can't hold on. (screaming)
Oh my God, Chrissy, no.
Oh my God, is it Chrissy?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
- We're gonna die.
We're gonna die.
(crying)
- [Blake] It's okay.
(crying)
- [Isabella] Blake, is that you?
- We're down here.
Help, please.
- Thank God it didn't get you.
- [Blair] Please help us, please.
- It's watching us.
(gasping) There's a house nearby.
Here, here, here.
Pull yourself up.
I tied it to a tree.
Just pull yourself up.
Come on. (groaning)
(foreboding instrumental music)
Come on, Blair.
- [Blake] Blair, come on.
(crying)
- [Isabella] Come on.
(crying)
- [Blake] Come on, come on, come on.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(fence creaking)
(dog growling)
- Wait.
(dog growling)
Good boy. (murmuring)
Come on.
- Are you joking?
We can't go in there.
- Leave her.
- I can't.
Do you wanna go home?
- Duh.
- Well, then you don't have a choice.
(foreboding instrumental music)
(dogs growling)
(door slamming)
(dog growling)
- [Isabella] It's okay.
- The fuck it is.
- Let's all just calm down, okay?
If it wanted us dead,
they would have killed us already.
(phone ringing)
- Blair, don't.
Blair, don't move.
- No, I have to get to that phone.
I just know that there's help
on the other end of that line.
I just know it.
(crying)
(dog growling)
- They're just scared.
(dogs growling)
They don't mean any harm.
I promise.
- Why are you talking to them
like they understand?
They're fucking wolves.
- Because they do.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
(dogs growling)
Please help me.
- [Woman] Oh my goodness, what's wrong?
- Come with me.
- No, where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
- Please help me.
There are coyotes trying to eat me,
and all of my friends are dead.
(crying)
- [Woman] Those aren't coyotes, darling.
Those are wolves.
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Wolves?
- [Woman] There's a button on the piano.
Do you see it?
- Yes, yes, I see it.
- [Woman] Good, good, now press it.
Help is coming, dear.
(liquid spraying)
(screaming)
(dogs growling)
(foreboding instrumental music)
- What is all this?
- My childhood memories.
- I don't understand.
Please tell me you didn't do all this.
- I tried to warn you,
but you wouldn't listen.
This is me.
Now you know why I can't let anyone get close.
- This ain't you.
I know you.
- I know it's a lot,
but you have to believe that
I didn't choose any of this.
She chose me.
- Who's she?
(dramatic instrumental music)
(wood creaking)
(foreboding instrumental music)
- Bella.
- She's here.
She's here.
- Ms. Fields made you do all this?
(foreboding instrumental music)
- And now she wants me to kill you,
but I won't do it.
Oh my God.
(hissing)
- Wait, what are you doing?
- She's a daughter of the last Burt.
She changed her name because of all the attention.
Her entire family suffered from my disease.
- You don't have a disease.
You're not crazy, Isabella.
- How did I do this, then?
(metal scraping)
I think you are afraid of me.
- [Fields] Hide and seek was always
our favorite game, Bella.
Bella.
- You have to get out.
- I'm not leaving you.
- You don't have a choice.
- I'm coming.
Ready or not, here I come.
(grunting)
- [Blake] No, no, Isabella, no.
(growling)
(metal clattering)
- Run.
(hissing and growling)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(wood creaking)
- Where is he?
- I win.
You lose.
(wood thudding)
(murmuring) Please.
(hissing)
(lighter clicking)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(yelling and grunting)
(wood thudding)
(hissing and growling)
(yelling)
- You are so weak,
picking a boy over your own family.
(grunting and yelling)
(lighter clicking)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(heart beating)
- Isabella, Isabella.
(whistling)
(dogs howling)
(yelling)
(dogs growling)
I'm sorry.
(grunting)
- I don't want this life anymore.
(yelling)
- Do you think they could ever understand
how twisted we are?
(grunting)
- Please tell her, mother.
(gas exploding)
(foreboding instrumental music)
(dogs howling)
(upbeat instrumental music)
* Rebel with a cause out of control
* Got nowhere to go
* Running from it all out on your own
* Catch up to his soul
* Only seeing what's in front of you
* Leaving everything behind
* You refuse to love me loving you
* You leave everyone behind
* Everyone
* Ride up to night yourself
* Just like a bird that's in the sky
* Only going where you want
* No one can stop you now
* Speed demon
* Riding through the night
* Speed demon
* Riding through the night
* Speed demon
* Riding through the night
* Speed demon
* You could risk your life
* Speed demon
* Riding through the night
* Speed demon
* Riding through the night
* Speed demon
* Riding through the night
* Speed demon
* Riding through the night
* Love, life, no light
* She's the priest and you're the sun
* Bleeding hearts in the night
* She could smell from miles away
* Lipstick, a stranger pain
* Carry out her vendetta
* A woman scorned, a wolf untamed
* There is no escape
* There's blood on the moon tonight
* There's blood on the moon tongight
* Hey, she'll never be the same
* Oh, no, she's not alright
* So like a wolf she's high enough
* Can you hear her howl
* Ahoo
* There's blood on the moon tonight
* (murmuring) she hides in the shadows
* Beware