Drive Back (2024) Movie Script
1
[lightning strike]
[audio logo]
[audio logo]
[metal slash]
[scratching on paper]
[explosive boom]
[groaning animal sounds]
[ominous music]
[animal cries]
[metal sliding through sheath]
[nervous breaths]
[music intensifying]
[quiet music]
[chatter]
- I had registered--
(SINGING) There's no--
[chatter continues]
- Everyone say "cheese."
- Cheese!
[laughter]
- Oh.
- I so wish I could have that.
I will give it to Reid.
But also, thank you so much
for letting us use the cabin.
It's been so, so great.
- Oh, Ofcourse.
You know, it's as
good as yours now.
This is so exciting.
Have you talked about when
you'll have the wedding?
- You know, you can't
just wing this, Reid.
- We're not.
We were saying in
the fall sometime
- No, no.
We actually decided
on next spring.
- Oh.
- Remember?
After the baby.
- Yeah, after the baby.
- Yeah.
- I guess I'm just excited.
- Well, I'm excited, too.
I can't wait to
become a grandma.
I never thought I'd be this old.
[laughs]
- It's going to be perfect.
- You two are just perfect.
[glass clinking]
- --that one photographer
from Sarah's wedding.
- Oh my gosh, he was so cute.
- Oh, I know.
- You think you can hook me up?
- Obviously.
I'll put in a good word.
Definitely.
OK.
Can you take one of us?
- Yeah.
1, 2, 3.
- Reid, what are you doing?
We're going to run out.
Babe, can you take
a real one, please?
- 1, 2, 3.
- (TALKING WITH MOUTH FULL)
You know, this is just--
it's awesome.
- Yeah.
No, everything is awesome.
- It's all awesome.
I can't believe you're engaged.
- I know, right?
I always knew in college,
and it took her a while
to come around to it, but,
you know, here we are.
- Yeah.
You know what?
Knocking her up probably helped.
- Yeah.
- How's the comic strip thing?
You still doing that?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
This editor who I've
been working with
wasn't really vibing everything
that I was going for,
so it's kind of
on hold right now.
Um--
- For how long?
- Um, kind of indefinitely.
But, you know, it'll work out.
I'm sure.
- It will work out, man.
Because your comic strips,
they were always so, like, um--
- Neo, French, funny.
- Not funny or French.
Um, weird.
- Weird?
Yeah.
- Weird.
So weird.
But good weird, like
pineapple pizza weird.
- Hey, I got to go
check on something.
But again, hey, I
really appreciate you
coming all this way for this.
All right?
- Yeah.
- Enjoy the cheeseballs.
- I will.
Mm, God.
[chatter]
- Hey.
Congrats, Reid.
Real happy for you guys.
- Thanks a lot, Leo.
Drive safe.
- Take care.
[tires crunching gravel]
[alarm beeping]
- You're packed
kind of light there.
[sighs]
- We're only up here
for a night, Dad.
I didn't know I was going
to be judged on my road trip
preparedness.
- You should always be prepared.
Thought I'd get you
some roadside emergency
supplies just in case.
- Yeah.
I can see that.
- Oh, and, uh here.
Never know when you might
find yourself in some trouble.
- It's a 3.5-hour drive
back to the city, Dad.
It's not "The Revenant."
- Just take the lighter, Reid.
- I'll count this as
your wedding gift.
[sighs]
- I just don't want to
see you get hurt again.
OK?
- It was a long time ago, Dad.
- Marriage is a commitment, Son.
Just ask yourself if
you're ready to do that.
- I think I got
all the good ones.
- Good.
- I'm sorry.
Was i interrupting something?
- Oh--
- No, we were just
saying goodbye.
- It was great seeing
you, as always.
[engine starting]
[ominous music]
- That doesn't make any sense.
Why would I not
take the same road
that we used to come up here?
- Can you just look at the map?
This way is like a
half hour shorter.
- Yeah, but I told you, with
all the twists and turns,
it's not shorter.
You just have to
trust me on this.
- Oh, my God.
Whatever.
- OK, fine.
We'll do it your way.
[eerie noises]
- So are you going to be in a
funky mood the rest of the drive
back?
- I'm sorry.
It's just, uh, you know how
I get when I'm around my dad.
He just treats me like
a little kid still.
And it's just--
- He does.
Honestly, I don't even think
your dad knows my name.
- (LAUGHING) Yeah, probably not.
Like, check out our zombie
apocalypse supplies--
- I know.
- --he sent us home with.
- Oh, my God.
I'm glad you could spare
some from his bunker.
That was really nice of him.
But what does he think
is going to happen to us?
- You know how bears
love slashing tires out
in the woods, Son.
You got to be prepared.
- Yeah.
- Anyways.
All right, no more
funk for me anymore.
I promise.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.
My hormones have been, like,
all over the place lately.
So.
- You have an excuse.
- OK, let's get our
drive figured out then.
OK.
So this says in six
miles we're going
to take a left onto
the side road, I think.
- Six miles--
[horn blaring, tires squealing]
- Shit!
Whoa!
[heavy breaths]
- Jesus!
- Hey.
Hey, hey, hey!
- Did you not see that guy?
- No, obviously, that
fucker came out of nowhere.
[sighs]
- You OK?
- Let's just go.
- Yeah.
- Let's go.
- OK, just give me a second.
I got to get my bearings.
I just--
[eerie noises]
- I-- I'm pretty sure we
were going that way, right?
- No, you were going this way.
- No, no, no.
My instincts say we were
definitely headed that way.
- (DISMISSIVE LAUGH) OK.
Well, the last time we
trusted your instincts,
we ended up with our
extra passenger here.
So, no.
Oh, great.
Great.
And I have no bars.
That's awesome.
- What am I supposed
to do, drive around
till we find cell
phone coverage?
- I think we just need
to stop somewhere and ask
for directions, right?
- Fine.
But where?
- Well, my instincts
say right over here.
Yeah?
- Fine.
- I hope they have a bathroom.
[mysterious music]
[rumbling thunder]
[splashing rain]
- On second thought,
I think I can hold it.
- Oh, come on.
What did you expect?
It's a little mom and pop shop
out in the middle of nowhere.
[rain hitting windshield]
[bell rings]
- Wonder if these are
imported from somewhere.
- I don't know, I
somehow doubt whoever
owns this place is importing
snacks from overseas.
- You never know.
I don't know.
Maybe they're closed.
- Yeah.
Maybe we should get
directions somewhere else.
- There is nowhere else.
So.
Oh, excuse me?
Excuse me?
Sir?
Hello?
Sorry.
You guys--
[squeaking chair]
- Um, sorry.
I--
- Is he breathing?
- I hope so.
Sorry, sir, are you guys open?
- Hey!
I'm coming!
Can't you see
Ben's taking a nap?
What do you want?
- So sorry to bother you.
We just got a little lost.
- Doesn't surprise me.
Just about everybody
who stops here is.
People have a tendency
to get lost around here.
[laughs]
- Right, Ben?
Hmm?
[laughs]
- Um, (STAMMERING) is he OK?
- I told you, he's napping.
- Right.
Um, we're just
hoping we might be
able to get some
directions and--
- And a bathroom, if you
have one we could use.
- Oh.
- Do you want the
bathroom key or not?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Thank you.
- It's right through
that door there.
Don't make a mess!
I can't remember
the last time we've
had visitors out here, huh Ben.
What brings you all out
here to the countryside?
- Oh, we had a little
engagement party, actually.
- Getting hitched, are you?
- Yeah.
- Ben and I have
been married for--
how long has it been?
[crazy laugh]
- Seems like forever
and ever, it seems.
- How joyous.
Well, um, I was actually
hoping that maybe I
could buy a map from you.
- We only got the one.
- Oh.
Um, well, you know, if you have
something that I could write on,
I could--
I could just copy
down the directions.
- Now, what you want
to do, take this road
right here till you get
to Fallen Leaf Bend.
And then when you get
there, you make a right.
- Did you think you
can figure it out?
- Uh-huh.
Yeah.
- Why don't you, um-- why
don't you write it down instead
of drawing it?
- I like this better.
- OK.
Well, if I'm
navigating, I don't want
to get confused again because
I can't make sense of you
scribbles.
- Oh, my God, Honey, It's
just a simple, hand-drawn map.
It's not a big deal.
Like, I'll drive and navigate.
It's fine.
- OK.
I don't understand why
you're being that way.
- I'm not being any way.
I'm not being--
- You know what, Ben?
If they want to get
to the interstate,
they might want to take
the back road by the creek.
- There's a back road?
- (LAUGHING) Oh, yeah.
You two lovebirds, you're
in a hurry to get home.
We should show you the shortcut.
- OK.
Sure.
This here is an old map from
before the creek dried up.
Now, only the locals
know about the shortcut,
and it's real close.
It's perfect for a couple
like the two of you.
It's a beautiful, scenic drive.
You'll have plenty
of time to talk.
You might even learn something
new about each other.
Boy, it did wonders
for our relationship.
[laughs]
[kissy noises]
- Great.
Well, um, yeah.
I think we'll just--
we'll just take these--
- Snacks.
- --snacks, and
we'll be on our way.
- Yes, thank you.
- OK.
[register rings]
- Ah.
Thanks for coming to
the "I Forgot Store."
Y'all take care now.
[bell rings]
[laughter]
[distant bird chirps]
- I mean, that guy
was, like, dead, right?
- I mean, no.
Either he was dead or he
was just that miserable
being stuck in that
place with that lady.
She was--
- Kooky.
- --kooky.
- Yeah.
I mean, she didn't seem
completely miserable.
She was kind of laughing a lot.
- I don't know.
Being stuck together for that
long in a place like that
has to make you go a
little crazy, right?
- Well, that's kind
of a sad outlook.
[flies buzzing]
- Yuck.
Gross.
- A beautiful, scenic
drive, she said.
- Just be careful, OK?
- Yeah.
road looks pretty windy.
- (LAUGHS) What?
Is that, your explorer accent?
- Mm-hmm.
- OK.
All right, don't worry.
I will take care of
our precious cargo
and have us home in no time.
- OK.
[engine accelerating]
[creepy tones]
[droning noises]
- They were right.
It's pretty nice out here.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Looks like we'll have an
easy, breezy drive home.
- I've showed you most
of the stuff in there,
but I've been working
on a few new things.
And I think that this
editor who I'm talking to
is really going to
dig the changes.
- Great.
[clicking pen]
- What are you doing?
- Hmm?
- The pen, it's
just the clicking.
The pen is just
kind of annoying.
- Oh, sorry.
Some of these actually might
be cute for the nursery.
- (LAUGHS) Come on.
You want our daughter to
grow up having nightmares?
- Oh, our daughter, huh?
You think it's
going to be a girl?
- I mean, I hope so.
- You don't want
to be a boy dad?
- You know, my dad and I
didn't have the most nurturing
of relationships, did we?
Did I ever tell
you why he finally
stopped dragging me out here?
- No.
When was this?
- Oh, I don't know.
I was probably, like,
9 or 10 years old.
You know my dad,
Mr. Outdoorsman.
Always trying to get
me to go hunting,
and fishing, and camping.
And, you know, as much
as I begged for him
to let me stay at
home, he wanted me
to love it as much as he did.
So this one day, I was
really freaked out,
because it was the
first time that I ever
saw him shoot a deer.
[gun blast, scream]
- I had never seen so much
blood in my entire life.
- Oh, my gosh.
- That night, after dinner, and
after my dad had a couple of--
he decides it's the perfect time
to teach me how to skin a deer.
- Be a man, Reid!
- Did you skin the deer?
- I'm begging him
not to make me do it,
and he's insisting upon it.
And I'm freaking out, and
he's getting mad at me.
And eventually, I
just get so worked up
that I puked all over
myself and all over him.
- You poor thing.
Oh, my gosh.
- So once my dad finally
cools down a little bit,
he says, fine, go
grab the duffel bag
with the change of clothes.
Guess who forgot to
pack the duffel bag?
- You did not forget
the duffel bag.
- Yep, my one and only
job was the duffel bag.
And, uh, I never got the
invite to go camping ever a--
- Watch out!
[screeching, thump]
- Sorry.
Sorry.
[heavy breaths]
- Sorry.
Are you OK?
- I'm fine.
I'm fine.
God, Reid, did you not see that?
- No, I didn't--
- OK.
Well, that's just
the second time today
you almost got in an accident.
- I know, I just said I'm sorry.
What else do you want
me to do about it?
[sighs]
- What?
- I'm not going to
just leave it out here.
[creepy tones, skittering]
[rumbling tones]
[scraping]
[tones subside]
[quiet splash]
[rumbling noises]
[splashes get louder, faster]
[terrifying sounds, gurgling]
[heavy breathing]
[dripping, squelching]
[screams]
- (DEMON VOICE) Reid?
Good?
- Yeah.
Did you not just see that?
- What did you see?
- I don't remember.
- You don't remember?
- Let's just go.
- OK.
[engine starts]
- I spy, with my
little eye, something--
- It's a tree.
- Which tree?
- We already passed
it, didn't we?
- We did.
- I knew it.
That's cheating.
[laughs]
- This shortcut isn't
very short at all, is it?
- What are you talking about?
- We've only been driving
for, like, 20 minutes.
- No, we've been driving
way longer than--
I mean--
- It's not been that long.
- 8:10?
That's not right.
- I think it's just, um, feeling
long because you're bored.
Right?
- Maybe.
- Right.
Here, let's find
something to listen to.
[radio static]
- (SINGING) I close my eyes--
- Ooh, I love this song.
- Wait, go back.
- (SINGING) Yes, I--
[static, garbled voices]
- I thought I heard something.
Hmm.
I guess not.
That was weird.
- OK.
Well, so much for that.
I guess back to "I Spy."
- OK.
Fine.
- OK.
I spy, with my little eyes--
- Wait, wait, wait.
What is that?
- It's my turn.
Stop.
- No, no, no, no, no.
Look, right up there.
- What?
[ominous tones]
- Reid, drive.
- Poor guy's clothes
are all ripped up.
- No way.
No.
- What?
- We are not picking
up a stranger
in the middle of the woods.
- I'm not saying we're
going to pick him up.
We should just
make sure he's OK.
- I don't know, he's
probably a serial killer.
- Highly unlikely.
- What?
Why?
- What are the chances of
there being two serial killers
out here?
- All right, asshole.
- Relax, it's fine.
We'll just keep the doors
locked, the windows up.
Just take the sec.
- OK.
- Cars.
- Excuse me?
- Hey, buddy?
Hey, man, you OK?
- Why are you rolling
down the window?
- Hey, buddy, what are you
doing all the way out here, huh?
[mumbling]
- Let's go.
- I'm just saying, maybe
he is-- no, no, no,
we can't have you coming
inside the car or anything.
We just want to make
sure you're not hurt.
- Babe, let's go.
- He just--
- No.
Let's go!
OK?
- (WHISPERING)
Well, what do we do?
- I don't know, but can we
please just get out here?
He's obviously mentally unwell!
I don't want to be here anymore!
- I don't know--
- Reid!
- Drive back!
Drive back!
- Oh, my God.
[tires squeal]
- No, go back!
Go back!
[shouts]
- Damn it, Reid.
What did I say?
What did I say?
I said, don't pull over.
- OK.
- That guy could have killed us.
That was so stupid.
- You were right.
- I mean, I'm going
to have nightmares now
because you wanted to
play good Samaritan.
- How was I supposed to
know that he was actually
going to go crazy?
- Oh, I don't Reid,
maybe because he
looked like a crazy person?
I mean-- this is just
another perfect example
of not thinking things through.
- Yeah.
You and my dad always
keep reminding me of that.
So thank you.
- Look, I'm just
tired of feeling
like I'm the only one
trying to plan for us
to have a successful future.
- That's not fair.
- It's not fair, Reid?
- No.
- For the party--
I did everything for the party.
I ordered all the food.
I sent out all the invites.
I even asked your Mom if
we could use the cabin.
- I brought the cameras.
- Camera!
One camera.
One Polaroid camera
with 16 shots
that you brought because
you thought it'd be fun.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Was it not fun?
- Yes, it was fun, OK?
It was fun.
But that's not the point.
What I'm saying is you act
like things will just magically
fall into place.
Like, you've been that way
forever, like, since college.
I love you for that.
But, like, we have
a baby on the way.
We're going to need baby
diapers, baby clothes.
I'm just-- I'm going to need you
to do a lot more than just fun.
- Am I not doing that?
Gotcha.
Apparently not.
- (STAMMERS) You know I love
your comics and your creativity.
And I just-- I feel
like you've been chasing
this dream for years, and I
can't support the three of us
by myself.
- OK.
Well, I will, um--
I'll figure it out.
I will take on a
temp job, or I'll
go back to bartending at night.
I can ask my parents for money.
- No, we are not borrowing
money from your parents.
- We never used to argue
about this kind of stuff,
and now I feel like
it's all we argue about.
And you just keep
comparing me to everything
that I'm not doing.
And honestly, things haven't
been the same since--
- Let's not do this again.
How many times do
I have to say it?
OK?
I'm sorry.
That was three years ago.
OK?
Can we please just move on?
I've apologized so
many times, and you've
said that you forgave me.
But--
- Yeah, I know.
I don't know.
[strange noises, static]
- Stop talking!
- --over and over.
[random radio noises]
- She doesn't love you.
- I love you.
- You hear that?
- What?
Why are you changing
the subject right now?
Hey!
- Yeah.
What?
- Are you even listening to me?
- Yes, of course.
I'm just-- I'm sorry.
I guess I'm exhausted
from driving.
It feels like we've been on
this road for fucking ever.
- Yeah.
Maybe we should just turn back?
- We've already gone this far.
We have to be close by now.
I mean, if we don't hit
the highway in 20 minutes,
we'll turn around, OK?
- All right.
- And I have to pee now.
Can we find somewhere
to pull over.
- Are you serious?
There's a crazy
hitchhiker back there.
- OK.
Well, he's miles behind us.
Please.
I've had two sodas,
and your "Mario Kart"
driving isn't really helping.
- OK.
- Thank you.
- Hey-- I'm really sorry.
I love you.
- I love you, too.
It's OK.
- I hope our baby
looks like you.
- Do you think she'll
have your eyes?
- I'll stay out here in
case that guy comes back.
And if he does, I'm going
to rip his thumb clean off.
No more hitchhiking, for him.
- OK, OK.
Woo.
[labored breaths]
- OK.
[nature noises]
[low rumbling]
[creepy tones]
[crackling]
[rapid breaths]
[crackling, angry grunts]
[unnatural yell]
- Ow, shit!
[rustling]
- OK.
OK.
We're done here!
[loud, creepy tones]
- What did you see?
- I don't know, some kind
of animal or something.
- OK, what kind of animal?
- I don't know, Reid.
(STAMMERING) It was watching
me, and it was close
enough to where I could hear--
I could hear it breathing.
I don't know.
I don't know what it was.
- Huh.
[mysterious noises]
- Did I ever tell you
about the last time
my dad took me camping?
I was 9 or 10 years
old, and I was
really freaked out
from having seen him
kill a deer for the first time.
- Wait, no, this
sounds familiar.
- There was so much blood.
- Yeah, you've told
me this story before.
- I have?
- Yeah.
And you forgot,
um, your bag that
was full clean clothes, right?
- Yeah.
Weird.
Ow.
- What happened?
- I think I cut my
arm or something.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
- That looks bad.
Um, OK, I'm going to figure out
how to get off this shortcut,
and we're going to
get on the highway
and get you patched
up somewhere, OK?
- Yeah.
OK.
[dissonant keys, ambient noises]
- (WHISPERING) Oh, man.
Oh.
I just had the craziest dream.
You and I were fighting
about something,
and things got out of
control, and I think
you were trying to kill me.
- We're never getting home.
[terrified screams]
- Hey, Sleepyhead.
How was the nap?
- Hey.
Um, weird.
- (STUTTERING) I was
having the weirdest dreams.
How long have I been out?
- I don't know.
I wasn't keeping track.
- Wait, we're
still on this road?
How is it not dark yet?
- What do mean?
We just started driving.
I mean, you didn't miss much.
It's just an easy,
breezy drive home.
[quiet ticking]
- What?
- An easy, breezy drive home.
- I know what you said.
Why did you say it like that?
- You know, I was nervous
to take the shortcut,
and it's not that scary.
- OK.
Well, like, a hitchhiker
on the side of the road
and a weird creature in the
woods is a little scary,
isn't it?
- Wow.
That was some dream, wasn't it?
- I wasn't dreaming.
Like, my arm, OK?
Look, do you not remember
that conversation?
- I, um--
I mean-- (STAMMERS) we
just started driving.
- No.
No, we haven't.
We've been driving for forever.
I mean, look at the gas tank.
- The last thing I remember
is almost hitting that bumper,
and then-- but you were driving.
And-- when did I start--
when did I start driving?
- OK.
Are you saying that you don't
remember the hitchhiker?
- What do you mean,
hitchhiker, Reid?
- The hitchhiker-- the guy
on the side of the road.
- What hitchhiker?
Reid, I don't know what
you're talking about!
When did I start driving!
- I don't-- We pulled
over, I'm sure.
- No, no.
I don't remember pulling
over at any point.
- It's fine.
Hey.
- I don't think we did.
I don't think--
- I guarantee you we did.
OK?
- OK.
- It's OK.
It's OK.
- OK.
- OK?
- I'm sorry.
Thank you.
- You don't have to be sorry.
It's all good.
- OK.
[thump, screeching tires]
- Why are we back here?
- Is that the same bumper?
- Maybe I got--
I got turned around
at some point
maybe while you were asleep.
Um--
- No, no, no, no.
- I got-- I got--
- No, it can't be,
because I dragged it
off the side of the road.
- No, I definitely--
I think I got turned around.
Oh, my God.
- Hey, are you OK?
- I don't know.
My head hurts.
I just had, like, I guess,
weird swinging sensation.
And I'm-- like, the
blood's rushing to my head.
- Let me get you
something to eat, OK?
- OK.
We've got, um, peanut butter
pretzels, protein bars,
some gummy dragons.
What do you want?
- I don't care.
I don't care.
Just anything, please.
[creaking, rumbling]
[noises getting louder]
[ghostly chants]
[squelching]
[quiet screams]
[heavy breaths]
[horrifying noises]
- Reid!
(STUTTERING) There was--
was a woman out outside.
She was covered in
blood or something.
I don't know.
Something's wrong with her.
- What?
- Yeah.
I don't know
- OK.
Are you sure?
I don't see anything.
- No, I'm telling you!
I saw her!
- I believe you.
I'm just saying that--
I don't know.
But just-- just--
deep breaths.
There we go.
Good, good, good.
- OK.
[ominous droning]
- I don't know.
I don't-- a woman from
the store gave us, like,
fucked up directions on purpose?
- Yeah, Reid, that's it.
That's it.
She seemed like
a real prankster.
- Well, I don't--
obviously, you
know, going around
in circles isn't doing anything.
Right?
Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
OK, let's just take a quick
look while it's still light out,
and we'll reassess
the situation, OK?
- OK.
[belt clicking]
- Was it-- wasn't it just--
wait, when did it get dark?
- What are you talking about?
Hasn't it always been dark?
- No.
- Oh, shit.
Olivia, look.
There's the rest of the car.
- Hey, what are you--
what are you doing?
Stop.
- It's completely thrashed.
Looks like it's been
abandoned out here for years.
Jesus, I can't see anything.
- OK, we investigated.
Can we go, please?
- Hold on, just let me look.
- Damn.
This side's completely open.
Nothing in here.
It's just a gutted car.
- Reid, come on!
- Sorry.
- OK.
Um, why do-- why do
we keep seeing this?
I'm not understanding.
- I don't know.
Maybe it's the thing
that we recognize.
- What?
What do you mean?
- You know, if it was, like,
a fallen tree here instead,
we'd be noticing that as we
kept passing it over and over
and over and over again.
I should-- I should mark my map.
- Weren't we-- we were passing
something different earlier.
We were passing
something different.
- No, no, no, no.
It was the car.
- No, it wasn't.
It wasn't the--
- Shh.
Did you hear that?
There.
I heard something.
[metal clinks]
- What?
- Shh, that.
That.
- What?
[sounds continue, increasing]
- What is that?
[horrific grating, screams]
[whoosh]
[droning, otherworldly noises]
- Hurry up!
- Come on!
- Please, Reid!
[shouting]
- I'm trying!
Come on!
[frightened shouts]
- Hurry!
He's coming!
[engine rumbles, revs]
- Buckle up!
[tires squeal]
[loud thump]
[heavy breaths]
- Where is he?
- I don't know.
- Did you kill him?
Where is he?
- I don't know.
[frightened shouts, angry tones]
- Was that the hitchhiker?
- No!
- Who was that?
Who was that?
- That guy was crazy.
This guy was moving
towards us like he was
trying to hunt us or something.
- That was a dead
body back there.
That wasn't my mind
playing tricks on me!
That was real!
That was fucking real!
- I know!
I know!
I know!
- What the fuck?
- It looked like it was, like,
field dressed or something.
- What does that mean?
What does that mean?
- My dad showed
me once on a buck.
It's what hunters do
when they kill an animal.
- Why would somebody
do that to a person?
Why would they do that?
- To cut the meat off.
- What?
What?
What the fuck, Reid?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
[car warning ding]
- No, no.
No now.
Not now.
Not now.
- Damn it!
OK, um, we're going
to have to refuel.
Once we do, we can--
we can--
- Look, look!
You see you too right?
Do you see it?
- Yeah.
- Charon Junction.
We're close.
- Yeah.
[engines sputters to a stop]
- Thank God.
Thank God.
We should have never
listened to that old couple.
- My parents?
- What?
- My parents?
- No.
No.
- What old couple?
- The old couple--
the couple at the store we
stopped at for directions.
You know, the lady with
the gray hair and--
stop.
You remember?
(STAMMERING) The guy, we
thought he wasn't breathing,
and he was wearing a bucket hat.
We talked to them, Reid.
Remember talking to them?
- The cartoons?
Look, Olivia.
- No.
No, Reid.
I know.
I know this sounds insane.
I promise, we talked to them.
We did.
- Mr. Miller, time to
take your medicine!
[screeching]
[terrified screams]
- Hey, Babe, are you OK?
- (WHISPERED) Yeah.
- Yeah?
Good.
Good.
It looks like we'll have
an easy, breezy drive home.
- Olivia, we need to get
the hell off of this road.
We need--
[stuttering]
- I forgot again, didn't I?
- No.
- I forgot again.
- The gas-- gas can.
- What?
- Fuck!
Fuck!
The gas is not back here.
- Reid!
- It was with all the
food, and the food is gone.
And it can't just-- just
disappear like that, OK?
Somebody must have taken it.
Who took it.
Someone must have taken it.
Fuck, it was probably
the goddamn hitchhiker!
He probably just got in the
car when we weren't in it,
and he took all of our shit!
[crying]
- Shit!
Plan B!
Plan B!
We're going to--
we're going to run.
We're going to Get out of the
car, and we're going to run.
- Run?
- Yeah.
- Run?
No, Reid, we're not
fucking running!
Why-- you're not thinking.
Why would we fucking run!
Think about the baby!
The psychopath that's out
there-- we're not running!
- OK.
- What are you talking about?
- We hit him with the car.
He's hurt.
We'll have a few
seconds head start.
We just--
- Reid!
[ghostly screams]
- Start the car!
Start the car!
- It's out of gas!
[terrified shouts]
[metal unsheathing]
- Hey, Olivia.
Olivia, listen to me.
Hey, baby, look, we have to run.
OK?
We have no other choice.
We have to right now.
- No.
I don't want to.
- Look at me right now, OK?
- No!
- We got to go.
OK?
We're going to go--
3, 2, 1!
[honking]
- Who is that?
- I don't know, Reid.
Someone else is out here!
Help!
- Hey!
Help us!
- Help us!
- Hey, he's distracted.
Let's go!
Let's go!
Run!
[honking continues]
- This way.
[tense music]
- Ow!
- Are you all right?
Are you all right?
- Yeah, let's just keep moving.
- Let's go over here.
Come on.
- Oh shit.
- (WHISPERING) Is it broken?
- No, no.
I just think I
twisted it really bad.
Shit, I got turned around.
Do you know which
way we were going?
- Um, I think if we
just stay parallel,
this road will be fine.
- OK.
Are you OK?
You OK?
OK.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
[footsteps]
- Is it him?
- (QUIETLY) Shh, shh, shh.
[high-pitched tone]
- Don't.
[whispering]
[whistling]
[distant honking]
[footsteps moving away]
- (WHISPERING) OK.
We need to get further
away from the road.
We can't run into that
guy again, all right?
- Are you OK to walk?
- I'm going to have to be.
All right?
- We are going to
make it home, right?
- We're going to make it home.
- What if we don't?
I'll never get to see my
Mom and Carly, and Jay.
- Jay?
Who's Jay?
- Jayla.
Jayla, you know?
You know, Kyle's girlfriend.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Right.
We need to go.
- OK.
[tense ambient tones]
- Hey.
Hey!
Look!
Look, it's a car!
Reid!
Look--
- It's our car.
- What?
No!
- It's our car.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- I don't know.
We must have gotten
turned around somehow,
because we ran out that way.
- No.
- Ow.
Why does my leg hurt?
- What do you mean,
you twisted it
when we were running from him.
- What?
- When we were running for the--
- Wait, wait, wait.
We were running?
- Yeah.
- From what?
- Reid, why were we running?
I like it up here.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Look, look, look, look.
It's OK.
Stay calm, OK?
- No.
No!
No!
No!
[laughter]
- No, this is isn't our car!
- It is.
- Not, it can't be.
- Yes, it is.
It's our car!
- Come on, let's go.
I love it out here.
- I've done it a million times.
- Yeah, see?
It is!
It is.
See?
See?
You want to tell me who this is?
- I don't re--
- I love you.
- I love you, babe.
- I don't know.
- That's my brother, stupid.
- Just tell me who it is!
- I don't know!
I don't know!
I don't want to
fight ever again.
- Well, I'm sorry for
having some trust issues,
but can you blame me?
- I can't--
OK.
Well, now is not the time for
your suspicious fiance bullshit.
Drop it!
- Fine!
It's dropped!
- Fine!
Fine!
- Drop it!
- Fine!
You remember?
I don't remember.
- Just shut up!
Shut the fuck up!
[screaming]
- You want me to drive?
- No, I'm a better driver.
- I don't know
where the keys are.
I don't know!
I don't know, I don't know.
- You need keys to drive a car!
- OK!
Well, you can stay here, Reid!
You can stay.
You don't care about my baby.
- All I do is care
about you and the baby!
I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!
Come back!
- No!
- We're going around
in a god-damned loop!
[honking]
- Fuck!
- Fuck you!
[ominous tones]
- No!
- Babe.
- Reid.
(TERRIFIED WHISPER) Reid.
[gags]
- You OK?
- He got us.
[ripping, squelching]
[radio static]
- The body from the tree.
He's eating them.
[crunch, squish]
- And now it'll be us next.
- No, don't talk like that.
Don't.
- I'm sorry. (CRYING)
I'm sorry for everything.
I've been so horrible to you.
- I'm sorry, too.
- No.
No, please, listen to me, OK?
When I cheated on you,
I ruined everything.
I messed everything up.
I did.
And it was all my fault.
- Don't say that.
I didn't know how
to forgive you.
OK.
I kept holding stuff
over your head.
And I made it impossible
for us to move on.
But I love you, and
I'm ready to move on.
[crunching]
- Reid.
Reid.
No.
It wasn't just one time.
I was seeing someone
behind your back.
[crying]
- (STAMMERING) I was--
I was seeing someone
behind your back.
But it was a long time ago, OK?
I'm sorry that I was seeing--
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Please.
I'm sorry.
- Is it mine?
- What?
- The baby.
Is it mine?
- Stop talking.
[crackling static]
- Stop talking.
- Yes, Reid.
Of course, the baby's yours.
I don't know.
I don't remember.
I don't remember.
I don't know.
I wasn't sure where we were
going, and I was selfish.
How could he not remember?
- Please, I love you.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
- She doesn't love you!
- Oh, yes I do.
I love you.
I love you.
- She doesn't love you!
- please Tell me you
forgive me, please.
- I'm gonna shut you up.
- Please, Reid.
Tell me you forgive me.
I can't die without
you-- with you hating me.
No, stop!
- It's too late.
- No!
No!
- It's too late.
- No!
You.
We've got to get going
before he wakes up.
All right, hurry.
Follow me.
[rapid breaths]
- Hey.
Why did you help us?
Who are you?
- I don't remember who I was.
The road does that to you.
Makes you forget.
Makes you see horrible
things until you don't even
know for sure what's real.
Even now, who's to say.
Am I talking to you?
Or am I mumbling nonsense
to some tree in the woods?
- What happened here?
- Oh, this was a huge fire
a long, long time ago.
- Come on, I got
something to show you.
There it is.
- You mean--
OK, this-- this is our car.
But it looks like it's
been here forever.
How long have we been out here?
You've been here for a while--
is there no way out?
- Not that I've
been able to find.
You can't drive out,
and you can't walk out.
And every time I wind
up right back here.
But there may be
a way out for you.
That sign-- I've never
seen that before.
You must have done something
different-- something I never
did.
- What do you mean?
Like what?
- I don't know.
But you must be almost there.
- What do you mean almost there?
Like, we-- we have
an undrivable car.
We have no fucking gas.
Somebody stole our--
did you steal our gas?
- No, I took the food.
The others must
have taken the gas.
- What do you mean, the others?
- The others.
You'll have to get more gas.
- We'll have to get some gas.
OK.
Well, how do you
expect us to get gas
in the middle of
the fucking forest?
- Cars.
- What do you mean, the cars?
This is the only car
that we've been seeing.
What do you mean, cars?
- This car.
Your car.
Time doesn't matter out here.
Your car is old because
this car is old.
And if you go down this
road, the cars get older.
And then, if you go this
way, if you come down
this road this way,
then things, they go--
they start going-- they.
Time-- (STAMMERING)
- I-- I don't understand
what you're saying.
Um, but can you please--
can you please help
us out of here?
i have a baby, and I need to--
- Get out of here!
Stay back!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- You, get away from me.
I know who you are!
- We're not--
- You're just like
all the others.
You're trying to kill me.
- We're not trying to kill you.
- You can't kill me, because
I'm going to kill you first.
I'll kill you first!
I'll kill you first!
(QUIETLY) I'll kill you first.
[mysterious tones]
- Hey.
Hey!
Reid, talk to me!
- What!
- What do you mean, what?
- What do you want?
What do you want?
- I want you!
Don't do that!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I lied to you, OK?
I'm sorry.
I just, like-- seeing
you in the hospital,
I couldn't lose
you again after--
after you tried to--
- Is it my fault?
- I had to tell you
the truth, because I
don't want to keep things
secret between us anymore.
OK, please, please.
I want us to be together.
Please.
[cries]
- Let's just keep walking.
- OK.
OK.
OK.
What now then?
What now?
- If that old man is right, then
there's more versions of our car
out here.
And we'll-- we'll find the
one that has gas in it,
and we'll get the
hell out of here
- OK.
OK.
What happens if we run into the
psychopath in the woods again?
- Then I'll fucking kill him.
[droning noises]
- (WHISPERING) I hear something.
- (WHISPERING) Get down.
Get down.
Get down.
[mysterious music]
- It's you.
- That's when he stopped
to go to the bathroom.
Reid.
- Stay here.
Don't let her see you.
- No, no, no.
Reid, no.
No, Reid, where are you going?
Reid?
[rustling]
[mysterious music]
- Wait.
Fuck.
[crackling leaves]
[labored grunting]
[music intensifies]
[cracking branch]
[low droning noise]
- Did I ever tell you
about the last time
my dad took me camping?
- No.
- I hated hunting,
but he loved it.
We shot a deer in the woods.
There was so much blood.
I was only nine.
He made me skin the deer.
I cried.
I puked.
He hit me.
[pen clicking]
- Would you please stop
clicking that fucking pen!
- I'm not.
[rapid breathing]
[ominous music building]
[engine turns over]
[tires squeal]
- Stay with me.
We're getting close, OK?
- OK.
- Almost there.
- OK.
- Wait.
I remember that.
Do you/ Do you
remember that, too/
- Yeah, I do.
[honking]
- What are you doing?
- Hey!
- What are you doing?
- Who is that.
- I don't know.
Someone else is out here.
- I'm trying to scare him off
so they, or we, can escape.
- We made it, but
I don't understand.
Why are we passing
the car again?
I thought-- I thought
we were close.
- Well, the old man, he said
we did something differently.
- No, but we didn't
do anything different.
We just drove back in--
in reverse.
- Do you think that's it?
- Hey.
Hey, look!
Look, there it is!
Wait, I can't believe it.
I think-- I think
we're going to make it.
Reid.
Reid.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
- Hey.
- What are you doing?
- Look, I just want to let
you know that I'm sorry, OK?
I thought that if I didn't
hold on to you tight enough
that you would
slip away from me,
and I realized that by
holding on too tight,
I just made everything worse.
OK?
But I love you, and
I'm ready to move on.
I just love you so much.
- I love you too.
- I love you, baby.
- I love you so much.
I'm sorry for everything.
- It's OK.
- I love you.
- I love you.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- I think we're
going to make it.
- Yeah.
Yeah, we're going to make it.
- Hey.
Hey, hey, hey are you OK?
That looks really bad.
Let me get something for that.
[low whispers]
[haunting music]
[metallic ring]
- It's you.
(FRIGHTENED) You're him.
- What?
- You're him.
You're going to kill me.
- What?
Olivia, what are
you talking about/
- Whoa!
Hey, hey, hey.
Where did you get that?
Olivia, put the knife away.
Hey.
- No, Reid.
You knew.
You knew.
- What are you talking about?
- You knew I was cheating.
- Knife down.
- You knew this whole time!
This is the part of
your sick plan, Reid.
This--
- Olivia, calm down.
We're both very
confused right now.
Everything is out--
- Reid, I'm not confused!
- --of whack.
- I'm not confused1
I'm not confused!
- Put the knife down, Olivia.
- You have the tarp.
You have the rope back there.
- Put the knife down.
- You don't want our baby.
- Are you kidding me?
- You want us both dead, Reid.
You want us both dead.
- Put the knife down.
Olivia, put the knife away!
I didn't do anything!
- I will kill you.
I will kill you, Reid.
I promise.
Get out of the fucking car.
- Put the knife down!
- Get out of the car, Reid!
- Stop it!
None of this is real!
Put the knife down!
OK.
- Get out!
- You are not thinking clearly.
- Get out of
- OK?
- --the car.
- Just put the knife down--
- No!
- --and let me back in the car.
- No!
No!
- Olivia, you are going to
leave me out here to die.
- I don't care.
I don't care, Reid.
Give me the keys.
Give me the fucking keys!
Give me the fucking keys!
- Put the knife away!
- Oh God!
- Stop.
Give me the keys.
[olivia shouting]
[keys jingling]
[metallic flick]
[frightened breaths]
- Help me.
[squelching]
- Help me.
Help!
Help me!
Help!
[squish]
[pained groans]
- (WHIMPERING) No.
No!
Why?
Why are you doing this?
Why are you--
[yelps]
[grunts and groans]
- No.
[strained groans]
- No!
[screams]
- No!
- No, no!
[rapid breathing]
[screams]
[crying]
- The baby.
- No.
- I'm sorry.
- No, no.
Baby.
- I was wrong.
I was wrong.
It was me.
It was me.
- It's over.
It's over.
- No, it's not.
- Baby, we're going
to find a way out.
OK.
[whimpering]
- Reid!
[metal thump]
[groans]
[haunting music]
[pained grunts]
[metallic crunch]
- No!
No!
[cries]
- Get away from me!
Get away!
Leave me alone!
[pained yells]
[car beeps]
[screaming]
- Don't you touch her!
[tense music]
- No!
[stinger]
- No!
No, please!
Please!
[metallic slash, squelching]
[dark, triumphant music]
- I'm not you.
Stay toasty out
there, motherfucker.
[tired squeal]
[pained grunts and groans]
[music intensifies]
[rumbling, thuds]
- We're gonna make it, baby.
We're almost there!
[zap]
[thunder rumbles]
[otherworldly sounds]
[booms, thuds]
- Stay with me, baby!
Stay with me!
[deep, warbling sounds]
- Come on, baby!
Come on!
[cracks, zaps]
- We're almost there!
Come on!
[zaps]
[shouting]
[deep rumble]
[horn honking]
- Get off the damn road!
- Wait.
Wait.
We made it.
We made it, baby!
Oh my God, we made it.
Baby, wake up.
Hey, wake up.
We made it.
We did it.
- Babe?
No.
Babe?
Babe?
Baby.
Hey, hey.
No.
(CRYING) Oh, God.
[notification dings]
[ringing]
- Reid?
Reid!
- Dad.
- We couldn't reach you.
Your mother's been worried sick.
[mom shouting]
- What's the matter?
Are you OK?
- Dad, something happened.
Something happened.
- Is it, Olivia?
- Oh God.
- Is it the baby?
- No.
No!
[mom shouting]
- Whatever happened,
it's going to be OK.
Whatever happened,
you can move on.
You can forget all of this.
All of it, son.
Do you understand?
You can forget.
- OK.
Yeah.
I'll do that.
- Just please.
Reid?
- Gotta go.
- Reid!
Summer, can you hold--
[call ends]
[somber music]
- (WHISPERING) I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I love you.
I love you.
[wind blowing]
[gasps]
- Reid!
Reid!
Reid.
[ominous music]
[ghostly laughter]
- (WHISPERING) We're
never getting home.
Looks like we'll have an
easy, breezy drive home.
- (YELLING) Be a man Reid!
- Oh no.
- Do you want to
tell me who this is?
[screams]
- You tell me who it is!
- Drive back!
Drive back.
- Yeah, walk out.
You're not even trying--
[overlapping speech]
[ghostly laughter]
[ghostly breath]
[dark music]
[footsteps, rustling]
[soft music]
- (ECHOING) Do you think
you'll have your eyes?
Do you think she'll
have your eyes?
[music turns dramatic]
[heavy, dark music]
[dark music]
[lightning strike]
[audio logo]
[audio logo]
[metal slash]
[scratching on paper]
[explosive boom]
[groaning animal sounds]
[ominous music]
[animal cries]
[metal sliding through sheath]
[nervous breaths]
[music intensifying]
[quiet music]
[chatter]
- I had registered--
(SINGING) There's no--
[chatter continues]
- Everyone say "cheese."
- Cheese!
[laughter]
- Oh.
- I so wish I could have that.
I will give it to Reid.
But also, thank you so much
for letting us use the cabin.
It's been so, so great.
- Oh, Ofcourse.
You know, it's as
good as yours now.
This is so exciting.
Have you talked about when
you'll have the wedding?
- You know, you can't
just wing this, Reid.
- We're not.
We were saying in
the fall sometime
- No, no.
We actually decided
on next spring.
- Oh.
- Remember?
After the baby.
- Yeah, after the baby.
- Yeah.
- I guess I'm just excited.
- Well, I'm excited, too.
I can't wait to
become a grandma.
I never thought I'd be this old.
[laughs]
- It's going to be perfect.
- You two are just perfect.
[glass clinking]
- --that one photographer
from Sarah's wedding.
- Oh my gosh, he was so cute.
- Oh, I know.
- You think you can hook me up?
- Obviously.
I'll put in a good word.
Definitely.
OK.
Can you take one of us?
- Yeah.
1, 2, 3.
- Reid, what are you doing?
We're going to run out.
Babe, can you take
a real one, please?
- 1, 2, 3.
- (TALKING WITH MOUTH FULL)
You know, this is just--
it's awesome.
- Yeah.
No, everything is awesome.
- It's all awesome.
I can't believe you're engaged.
- I know, right?
I always knew in college,
and it took her a while
to come around to it, but,
you know, here we are.
- Yeah.
You know what?
Knocking her up probably helped.
- Yeah.
- How's the comic strip thing?
You still doing that?
- Yeah.
Yeah.
This editor who I've
been working with
wasn't really vibing everything
that I was going for,
so it's kind of
on hold right now.
Um--
- For how long?
- Um, kind of indefinitely.
But, you know, it'll work out.
I'm sure.
- It will work out, man.
Because your comic strips,
they were always so, like, um--
- Neo, French, funny.
- Not funny or French.
Um, weird.
- Weird?
Yeah.
- Weird.
So weird.
But good weird, like
pineapple pizza weird.
- Hey, I got to go
check on something.
But again, hey, I
really appreciate you
coming all this way for this.
All right?
- Yeah.
- Enjoy the cheeseballs.
- I will.
Mm, God.
[chatter]
- Hey.
Congrats, Reid.
Real happy for you guys.
- Thanks a lot, Leo.
Drive safe.
- Take care.
[tires crunching gravel]
[alarm beeping]
- You're packed
kind of light there.
[sighs]
- We're only up here
for a night, Dad.
I didn't know I was going
to be judged on my road trip
preparedness.
- You should always be prepared.
Thought I'd get you
some roadside emergency
supplies just in case.
- Yeah.
I can see that.
- Oh, and, uh here.
Never know when you might
find yourself in some trouble.
- It's a 3.5-hour drive
back to the city, Dad.
It's not "The Revenant."
- Just take the lighter, Reid.
- I'll count this as
your wedding gift.
[sighs]
- I just don't want to
see you get hurt again.
OK?
- It was a long time ago, Dad.
- Marriage is a commitment, Son.
Just ask yourself if
you're ready to do that.
- I think I got
all the good ones.
- Good.
- I'm sorry.
Was i interrupting something?
- Oh--
- No, we were just
saying goodbye.
- It was great seeing
you, as always.
[engine starting]
[ominous music]
- That doesn't make any sense.
Why would I not
take the same road
that we used to come up here?
- Can you just look at the map?
This way is like a
half hour shorter.
- Yeah, but I told you, with
all the twists and turns,
it's not shorter.
You just have to
trust me on this.
- Oh, my God.
Whatever.
- OK, fine.
We'll do it your way.
[eerie noises]
- So are you going to be in a
funky mood the rest of the drive
back?
- I'm sorry.
It's just, uh, you know how
I get when I'm around my dad.
He just treats me like
a little kid still.
And it's just--
- He does.
Honestly, I don't even think
your dad knows my name.
- (LAUGHING) Yeah, probably not.
Like, check out our zombie
apocalypse supplies--
- I know.
- --he sent us home with.
- Oh, my God.
I'm glad you could spare
some from his bunker.
That was really nice of him.
But what does he think
is going to happen to us?
- You know how bears
love slashing tires out
in the woods, Son.
You got to be prepared.
- Yeah.
- Anyways.
All right, no more
funk for me anymore.
I promise.
I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, too.
My hormones have been, like,
all over the place lately.
So.
- You have an excuse.
- OK, let's get our
drive figured out then.
OK.
So this says in six
miles we're going
to take a left onto
the side road, I think.
- Six miles--
[horn blaring, tires squealing]
- Shit!
Whoa!
[heavy breaths]
- Jesus!
- Hey.
Hey, hey, hey!
- Did you not see that guy?
- No, obviously, that
fucker came out of nowhere.
[sighs]
- You OK?
- Let's just go.
- Yeah.
- Let's go.
- OK, just give me a second.
I got to get my bearings.
I just--
[eerie noises]
- I-- I'm pretty sure we
were going that way, right?
- No, you were going this way.
- No, no, no.
My instincts say we were
definitely headed that way.
- (DISMISSIVE LAUGH) OK.
Well, the last time we
trusted your instincts,
we ended up with our
extra passenger here.
So, no.
Oh, great.
Great.
And I have no bars.
That's awesome.
- What am I supposed
to do, drive around
till we find cell
phone coverage?
- I think we just need
to stop somewhere and ask
for directions, right?
- Fine.
But where?
- Well, my instincts
say right over here.
Yeah?
- Fine.
- I hope they have a bathroom.
[mysterious music]
[rumbling thunder]
[splashing rain]
- On second thought,
I think I can hold it.
- Oh, come on.
What did you expect?
It's a little mom and pop shop
out in the middle of nowhere.
[rain hitting windshield]
[bell rings]
- Wonder if these are
imported from somewhere.
- I don't know, I
somehow doubt whoever
owns this place is importing
snacks from overseas.
- You never know.
I don't know.
Maybe they're closed.
- Yeah.
Maybe we should get
directions somewhere else.
- There is nowhere else.
So.
Oh, excuse me?
Excuse me?
Sir?
Hello?
Sorry.
You guys--
[squeaking chair]
- Um, sorry.
I--
- Is he breathing?
- I hope so.
Sorry, sir, are you guys open?
- Hey!
I'm coming!
Can't you see
Ben's taking a nap?
What do you want?
- So sorry to bother you.
We just got a little lost.
- Doesn't surprise me.
Just about everybody
who stops here is.
People have a tendency
to get lost around here.
[laughs]
- Right, Ben?
Hmm?
[laughs]
- Um, (STAMMERING) is he OK?
- I told you, he's napping.
- Right.
Um, we're just
hoping we might be
able to get some
directions and--
- And a bathroom, if you
have one we could use.
- Oh.
- Do you want the
bathroom key or not?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah.
Thank you.
- It's right through
that door there.
Don't make a mess!
I can't remember
the last time we've
had visitors out here, huh Ben.
What brings you all out
here to the countryside?
- Oh, we had a little
engagement party, actually.
- Getting hitched, are you?
- Yeah.
- Ben and I have
been married for--
how long has it been?
[crazy laugh]
- Seems like forever
and ever, it seems.
- How joyous.
Well, um, I was actually
hoping that maybe I
could buy a map from you.
- We only got the one.
- Oh.
Um, well, you know, if you have
something that I could write on,
I could--
I could just copy
down the directions.
- Now, what you want
to do, take this road
right here till you get
to Fallen Leaf Bend.
And then when you get
there, you make a right.
- Did you think you
can figure it out?
- Uh-huh.
Yeah.
- Why don't you, um-- why
don't you write it down instead
of drawing it?
- I like this better.
- OK.
Well, if I'm
navigating, I don't want
to get confused again because
I can't make sense of you
scribbles.
- Oh, my God, Honey, It's
just a simple, hand-drawn map.
It's not a big deal.
Like, I'll drive and navigate.
It's fine.
- OK.
I don't understand why
you're being that way.
- I'm not being any way.
I'm not being--
- You know what, Ben?
If they want to get
to the interstate,
they might want to take
the back road by the creek.
- There's a back road?
- (LAUGHING) Oh, yeah.
You two lovebirds, you're
in a hurry to get home.
We should show you the shortcut.
- OK.
Sure.
This here is an old map from
before the creek dried up.
Now, only the locals
know about the shortcut,
and it's real close.
It's perfect for a couple
like the two of you.
It's a beautiful, scenic drive.
You'll have plenty
of time to talk.
You might even learn something
new about each other.
Boy, it did wonders
for our relationship.
[laughs]
[kissy noises]
- Great.
Well, um, yeah.
I think we'll just--
we'll just take these--
- Snacks.
- --snacks, and
we'll be on our way.
- Yes, thank you.
- OK.
[register rings]
- Ah.
Thanks for coming to
the "I Forgot Store."
Y'all take care now.
[bell rings]
[laughter]
[distant bird chirps]
- I mean, that guy
was, like, dead, right?
- I mean, no.
Either he was dead or he
was just that miserable
being stuck in that
place with that lady.
She was--
- Kooky.
- --kooky.
- Yeah.
I mean, she didn't seem
completely miserable.
She was kind of laughing a lot.
- I don't know.
Being stuck together for that
long in a place like that
has to make you go a
little crazy, right?
- Well, that's kind
of a sad outlook.
[flies buzzing]
- Yuck.
Gross.
- A beautiful, scenic
drive, she said.
- Just be careful, OK?
- Yeah.
road looks pretty windy.
- (LAUGHS) What?
Is that, your explorer accent?
- Mm-hmm.
- OK.
All right, don't worry.
I will take care of
our precious cargo
and have us home in no time.
- OK.
[engine accelerating]
[creepy tones]
[droning noises]
- They were right.
It's pretty nice out here.
Quiet.
Peaceful.
Looks like we'll have an
easy, breezy drive home.
- I've showed you most
of the stuff in there,
but I've been working
on a few new things.
And I think that this
editor who I'm talking to
is really going to
dig the changes.
- Great.
[clicking pen]
- What are you doing?
- Hmm?
- The pen, it's
just the clicking.
The pen is just
kind of annoying.
- Oh, sorry.
Some of these actually might
be cute for the nursery.
- (LAUGHS) Come on.
You want our daughter to
grow up having nightmares?
- Oh, our daughter, huh?
You think it's
going to be a girl?
- I mean, I hope so.
- You don't want
to be a boy dad?
- You know, my dad and I
didn't have the most nurturing
of relationships, did we?
Did I ever tell
you why he finally
stopped dragging me out here?
- No.
When was this?
- Oh, I don't know.
I was probably, like,
9 or 10 years old.
You know my dad,
Mr. Outdoorsman.
Always trying to get
me to go hunting,
and fishing, and camping.
And, you know, as much
as I begged for him
to let me stay at
home, he wanted me
to love it as much as he did.
So this one day, I was
really freaked out,
because it was the
first time that I ever
saw him shoot a deer.
[gun blast, scream]
- I had never seen so much
blood in my entire life.
- Oh, my gosh.
- That night, after dinner, and
after my dad had a couple of--
he decides it's the perfect time
to teach me how to skin a deer.
- Be a man, Reid!
- Did you skin the deer?
- I'm begging him
not to make me do it,
and he's insisting upon it.
And I'm freaking out, and
he's getting mad at me.
And eventually, I
just get so worked up
that I puked all over
myself and all over him.
- You poor thing.
Oh, my gosh.
- So once my dad finally
cools down a little bit,
he says, fine, go
grab the duffel bag
with the change of clothes.
Guess who forgot to
pack the duffel bag?
- You did not forget
the duffel bag.
- Yep, my one and only
job was the duffel bag.
And, uh, I never got the
invite to go camping ever a--
- Watch out!
[screeching, thump]
- Sorry.
Sorry.
[heavy breaths]
- Sorry.
Are you OK?
- I'm fine.
I'm fine.
God, Reid, did you not see that?
- No, I didn't--
- OK.
Well, that's just
the second time today
you almost got in an accident.
- I know, I just said I'm sorry.
What else do you want
me to do about it?
[sighs]
- What?
- I'm not going to
just leave it out here.
[creepy tones, skittering]
[rumbling tones]
[scraping]
[tones subside]
[quiet splash]
[rumbling noises]
[splashes get louder, faster]
[terrifying sounds, gurgling]
[heavy breathing]
[dripping, squelching]
[screams]
- (DEMON VOICE) Reid?
Good?
- Yeah.
Did you not just see that?
- What did you see?
- I don't remember.
- You don't remember?
- Let's just go.
- OK.
[engine starts]
- I spy, with my
little eye, something--
- It's a tree.
- Which tree?
- We already passed
it, didn't we?
- We did.
- I knew it.
That's cheating.
[laughs]
- This shortcut isn't
very short at all, is it?
- What are you talking about?
- We've only been driving
for, like, 20 minutes.
- No, we've been driving
way longer than--
I mean--
- It's not been that long.
- 8:10?
That's not right.
- I think it's just, um, feeling
long because you're bored.
Right?
- Maybe.
- Right.
Here, let's find
something to listen to.
[radio static]
- (SINGING) I close my eyes--
- Ooh, I love this song.
- Wait, go back.
- (SINGING) Yes, I--
[static, garbled voices]
- I thought I heard something.
Hmm.
I guess not.
That was weird.
- OK.
Well, so much for that.
I guess back to "I Spy."
- OK.
Fine.
- OK.
I spy, with my little eyes--
- Wait, wait, wait.
What is that?
- It's my turn.
Stop.
- No, no, no, no, no.
Look, right up there.
- What?
[ominous tones]
- Reid, drive.
- Poor guy's clothes
are all ripped up.
- No way.
No.
- What?
- We are not picking
up a stranger
in the middle of the woods.
- I'm not saying we're
going to pick him up.
We should just
make sure he's OK.
- I don't know, he's
probably a serial killer.
- Highly unlikely.
- What?
Why?
- What are the chances of
there being two serial killers
out here?
- All right, asshole.
- Relax, it's fine.
We'll just keep the doors
locked, the windows up.
Just take the sec.
- OK.
- Cars.
- Excuse me?
- Hey, buddy?
Hey, man, you OK?
- Why are you rolling
down the window?
- Hey, buddy, what are you
doing all the way out here, huh?
[mumbling]
- Let's go.
- I'm just saying, maybe
he is-- no, no, no,
we can't have you coming
inside the car or anything.
We just want to make
sure you're not hurt.
- Babe, let's go.
- He just--
- No.
Let's go!
OK?
- (WHISPERING)
Well, what do we do?
- I don't know, but can we
please just get out here?
He's obviously mentally unwell!
I don't want to be here anymore!
- I don't know--
- Reid!
- Drive back!
Drive back!
- Oh, my God.
[tires squeal]
- No, go back!
Go back!
[shouts]
- Damn it, Reid.
What did I say?
What did I say?
I said, don't pull over.
- OK.
- That guy could have killed us.
That was so stupid.
- You were right.
- I mean, I'm going
to have nightmares now
because you wanted to
play good Samaritan.
- How was I supposed to
know that he was actually
going to go crazy?
- Oh, I don't Reid,
maybe because he
looked like a crazy person?
I mean-- this is just
another perfect example
of not thinking things through.
- Yeah.
You and my dad always
keep reminding me of that.
So thank you.
- Look, I'm just
tired of feeling
like I'm the only one
trying to plan for us
to have a successful future.
- That's not fair.
- It's not fair, Reid?
- No.
- For the party--
I did everything for the party.
I ordered all the food.
I sent out all the invites.
I even asked your Mom if
we could use the cabin.
- I brought the cameras.
- Camera!
One camera.
One Polaroid camera
with 16 shots
that you brought because
you thought it'd be fun.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
Was it not fun?
- Yes, it was fun, OK?
It was fun.
But that's not the point.
What I'm saying is you act
like things will just magically
fall into place.
Like, you've been that way
forever, like, since college.
I love you for that.
But, like, we have
a baby on the way.
We're going to need baby
diapers, baby clothes.
I'm just-- I'm going to need you
to do a lot more than just fun.
- Am I not doing that?
Gotcha.
Apparently not.
- (STAMMERS) You know I love
your comics and your creativity.
And I just-- I feel
like you've been chasing
this dream for years, and I
can't support the three of us
by myself.
- OK.
Well, I will, um--
I'll figure it out.
I will take on a
temp job, or I'll
go back to bartending at night.
I can ask my parents for money.
- No, we are not borrowing
money from your parents.
- We never used to argue
about this kind of stuff,
and now I feel like
it's all we argue about.
And you just keep
comparing me to everything
that I'm not doing.
And honestly, things haven't
been the same since--
- Let's not do this again.
How many times do
I have to say it?
OK?
I'm sorry.
That was three years ago.
OK?
Can we please just move on?
I've apologized so
many times, and you've
said that you forgave me.
But--
- Yeah, I know.
I don't know.
[strange noises, static]
- Stop talking!
- --over and over.
[random radio noises]
- She doesn't love you.
- I love you.
- You hear that?
- What?
Why are you changing
the subject right now?
Hey!
- Yeah.
What?
- Are you even listening to me?
- Yes, of course.
I'm just-- I'm sorry.
I guess I'm exhausted
from driving.
It feels like we've been on
this road for fucking ever.
- Yeah.
Maybe we should just turn back?
- We've already gone this far.
We have to be close by now.
I mean, if we don't hit
the highway in 20 minutes,
we'll turn around, OK?
- All right.
- And I have to pee now.
Can we find somewhere
to pull over.
- Are you serious?
There's a crazy
hitchhiker back there.
- OK.
Well, he's miles behind us.
Please.
I've had two sodas,
and your "Mario Kart"
driving isn't really helping.
- OK.
- Thank you.
- Hey-- I'm really sorry.
I love you.
- I love you, too.
It's OK.
- I hope our baby
looks like you.
- Do you think she'll
have your eyes?
- I'll stay out here in
case that guy comes back.
And if he does, I'm going
to rip his thumb clean off.
No more hitchhiking, for him.
- OK, OK.
Woo.
[labored breaths]
- OK.
[nature noises]
[low rumbling]
[creepy tones]
[crackling]
[rapid breaths]
[crackling, angry grunts]
[unnatural yell]
- Ow, shit!
[rustling]
- OK.
OK.
We're done here!
[loud, creepy tones]
- What did you see?
- I don't know, some kind
of animal or something.
- OK, what kind of animal?
- I don't know, Reid.
(STAMMERING) It was watching
me, and it was close
enough to where I could hear--
I could hear it breathing.
I don't know.
I don't know what it was.
- Huh.
[mysterious noises]
- Did I ever tell you
about the last time
my dad took me camping?
I was 9 or 10 years
old, and I was
really freaked out
from having seen him
kill a deer for the first time.
- Wait, no, this
sounds familiar.
- There was so much blood.
- Yeah, you've told
me this story before.
- I have?
- Yeah.
And you forgot,
um, your bag that
was full clean clothes, right?
- Yeah.
Weird.
Ow.
- What happened?
- I think I cut my
arm or something.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah.
- That looks bad.
Um, OK, I'm going to figure out
how to get off this shortcut,
and we're going to
get on the highway
and get you patched
up somewhere, OK?
- Yeah.
OK.
[dissonant keys, ambient noises]
- (WHISPERING) Oh, man.
Oh.
I just had the craziest dream.
You and I were fighting
about something,
and things got out of
control, and I think
you were trying to kill me.
- We're never getting home.
[terrified screams]
- Hey, Sleepyhead.
How was the nap?
- Hey.
Um, weird.
- (STUTTERING) I was
having the weirdest dreams.
How long have I been out?
- I don't know.
I wasn't keeping track.
- Wait, we're
still on this road?
How is it not dark yet?
- What do mean?
We just started driving.
I mean, you didn't miss much.
It's just an easy,
breezy drive home.
[quiet ticking]
- What?
- An easy, breezy drive home.
- I know what you said.
Why did you say it like that?
- You know, I was nervous
to take the shortcut,
and it's not that scary.
- OK.
Well, like, a hitchhiker
on the side of the road
and a weird creature in the
woods is a little scary,
isn't it?
- Wow.
That was some dream, wasn't it?
- I wasn't dreaming.
Like, my arm, OK?
Look, do you not remember
that conversation?
- I, um--
I mean-- (STAMMERS) we
just started driving.
- No.
No, we haven't.
We've been driving for forever.
I mean, look at the gas tank.
- The last thing I remember
is almost hitting that bumper,
and then-- but you were driving.
And-- when did I start--
when did I start driving?
- OK.
Are you saying that you don't
remember the hitchhiker?
- What do you mean,
hitchhiker, Reid?
- The hitchhiker-- the guy
on the side of the road.
- What hitchhiker?
Reid, I don't know what
you're talking about!
When did I start driving!
- I don't-- We pulled
over, I'm sure.
- No, no.
I don't remember pulling
over at any point.
- It's fine.
Hey.
- I don't think we did.
I don't think--
- I guarantee you we did.
OK?
- OK.
- It's OK.
It's OK.
- OK.
- OK?
- I'm sorry.
Thank you.
- You don't have to be sorry.
It's all good.
- OK.
[thump, screeching tires]
- Why are we back here?
- Is that the same bumper?
- Maybe I got--
I got turned around
at some point
maybe while you were asleep.
Um--
- No, no, no, no.
- I got-- I got--
- No, it can't be,
because I dragged it
off the side of the road.
- No, I definitely--
I think I got turned around.
Oh, my God.
- Hey, are you OK?
- I don't know.
My head hurts.
I just had, like, I guess,
weird swinging sensation.
And I'm-- like, the
blood's rushing to my head.
- Let me get you
something to eat, OK?
- OK.
We've got, um, peanut butter
pretzels, protein bars,
some gummy dragons.
What do you want?
- I don't care.
I don't care.
Just anything, please.
[creaking, rumbling]
[noises getting louder]
[ghostly chants]
[squelching]
[quiet screams]
[heavy breaths]
[horrifying noises]
- Reid!
(STUTTERING) There was--
was a woman out outside.
She was covered in
blood or something.
I don't know.
Something's wrong with her.
- What?
- Yeah.
I don't know
- OK.
Are you sure?
I don't see anything.
- No, I'm telling you!
I saw her!
- I believe you.
I'm just saying that--
I don't know.
But just-- just--
deep breaths.
There we go.
Good, good, good.
- OK.
[ominous droning]
- I don't know.
I don't-- a woman from
the store gave us, like,
fucked up directions on purpose?
- Yeah, Reid, that's it.
That's it.
She seemed like
a real prankster.
- Well, I don't--
obviously, you
know, going around
in circles isn't doing anything.
Right?
Hey.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
OK, let's just take a quick
look while it's still light out,
and we'll reassess
the situation, OK?
- OK.
[belt clicking]
- Was it-- wasn't it just--
wait, when did it get dark?
- What are you talking about?
Hasn't it always been dark?
- No.
- Oh, shit.
Olivia, look.
There's the rest of the car.
- Hey, what are you--
what are you doing?
Stop.
- It's completely thrashed.
Looks like it's been
abandoned out here for years.
Jesus, I can't see anything.
- OK, we investigated.
Can we go, please?
- Hold on, just let me look.
- Damn.
This side's completely open.
Nothing in here.
It's just a gutted car.
- Reid, come on!
- Sorry.
- OK.
Um, why do-- why do
we keep seeing this?
I'm not understanding.
- I don't know.
Maybe it's the thing
that we recognize.
- What?
What do you mean?
- You know, if it was, like,
a fallen tree here instead,
we'd be noticing that as we
kept passing it over and over
and over and over again.
I should-- I should mark my map.
- Weren't we-- we were passing
something different earlier.
We were passing
something different.
- No, no, no, no.
It was the car.
- No, it wasn't.
It wasn't the--
- Shh.
Did you hear that?
There.
I heard something.
[metal clinks]
- What?
- Shh, that.
That.
- What?
[sounds continue, increasing]
- What is that?
[horrific grating, screams]
[whoosh]
[droning, otherworldly noises]
- Hurry up!
- Come on!
- Please, Reid!
[shouting]
- I'm trying!
Come on!
[frightened shouts]
- Hurry!
He's coming!
[engine rumbles, revs]
- Buckle up!
[tires squeal]
[loud thump]
[heavy breaths]
- Where is he?
- I don't know.
- Did you kill him?
Where is he?
- I don't know.
[frightened shouts, angry tones]
- Was that the hitchhiker?
- No!
- Who was that?
Who was that?
- That guy was crazy.
This guy was moving
towards us like he was
trying to hunt us or something.
- That was a dead
body back there.
That wasn't my mind
playing tricks on me!
That was real!
That was fucking real!
- I know!
I know!
I know!
- What the fuck?
- It looked like it was, like,
field dressed or something.
- What does that mean?
What does that mean?
- My dad showed
me once on a buck.
It's what hunters do
when they kill an animal.
- Why would somebody
do that to a person?
Why would they do that?
- To cut the meat off.
- What?
What?
What the fuck, Reid?
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
[car warning ding]
- No, no.
No now.
Not now.
Not now.
- Damn it!
OK, um, we're going
to have to refuel.
Once we do, we can--
we can--
- Look, look!
You see you too right?
Do you see it?
- Yeah.
- Charon Junction.
We're close.
- Yeah.
[engines sputters to a stop]
- Thank God.
Thank God.
We should have never
listened to that old couple.
- My parents?
- What?
- My parents?
- No.
No.
- What old couple?
- The old couple--
the couple at the store we
stopped at for directions.
You know, the lady with
the gray hair and--
stop.
You remember?
(STAMMERING) The guy, we
thought he wasn't breathing,
and he was wearing a bucket hat.
We talked to them, Reid.
Remember talking to them?
- The cartoons?
Look, Olivia.
- No.
No, Reid.
I know.
I know this sounds insane.
I promise, we talked to them.
We did.
- Mr. Miller, time to
take your medicine!
[screeching]
[terrified screams]
- Hey, Babe, are you OK?
- (WHISPERED) Yeah.
- Yeah?
Good.
Good.
It looks like we'll have
an easy, breezy drive home.
- Olivia, we need to get
the hell off of this road.
We need--
[stuttering]
- I forgot again, didn't I?
- No.
- I forgot again.
- The gas-- gas can.
- What?
- Fuck!
Fuck!
The gas is not back here.
- Reid!
- It was with all the
food, and the food is gone.
And it can't just-- just
disappear like that, OK?
Somebody must have taken it.
Who took it.
Someone must have taken it.
Fuck, it was probably
the goddamn hitchhiker!
He probably just got in the
car when we weren't in it,
and he took all of our shit!
[crying]
- Shit!
Plan B!
Plan B!
We're going to--
we're going to run.
We're going to Get out of the
car, and we're going to run.
- Run?
- Yeah.
- Run?
No, Reid, we're not
fucking running!
Why-- you're not thinking.
Why would we fucking run!
Think about the baby!
The psychopath that's out
there-- we're not running!
- OK.
- What are you talking about?
- We hit him with the car.
He's hurt.
We'll have a few
seconds head start.
We just--
- Reid!
[ghostly screams]
- Start the car!
Start the car!
- It's out of gas!
[terrified shouts]
[metal unsheathing]
- Hey, Olivia.
Olivia, listen to me.
Hey, baby, look, we have to run.
OK?
We have no other choice.
We have to right now.
- No.
I don't want to.
- Look at me right now, OK?
- No!
- We got to go.
OK?
We're going to go--
3, 2, 1!
[honking]
- Who is that?
- I don't know, Reid.
Someone else is out here!
Help!
- Hey!
Help us!
- Help us!
- Hey, he's distracted.
Let's go!
Let's go!
Run!
[honking continues]
- This way.
[tense music]
- Ow!
- Are you all right?
Are you all right?
- Yeah, let's just keep moving.
- Let's go over here.
Come on.
- Oh shit.
- (WHISPERING) Is it broken?
- No, no.
I just think I
twisted it really bad.
Shit, I got turned around.
Do you know which
way we were going?
- Um, I think if we
just stay parallel,
this road will be fine.
- OK.
Are you OK?
You OK?
OK.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
[footsteps]
- Is it him?
- (QUIETLY) Shh, shh, shh.
[high-pitched tone]
- Don't.
[whispering]
[whistling]
[distant honking]
[footsteps moving away]
- (WHISPERING) OK.
We need to get further
away from the road.
We can't run into that
guy again, all right?
- Are you OK to walk?
- I'm going to have to be.
All right?
- We are going to
make it home, right?
- We're going to make it home.
- What if we don't?
I'll never get to see my
Mom and Carly, and Jay.
- Jay?
Who's Jay?
- Jayla.
Jayla, you know?
You know, Kyle's girlfriend.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Right.
We need to go.
- OK.
[tense ambient tones]
- Hey.
Hey!
Look!
Look, it's a car!
Reid!
Look--
- It's our car.
- What?
No!
- It's our car.
- No, no, no, no, no.
- I don't know.
We must have gotten
turned around somehow,
because we ran out that way.
- No.
- Ow.
Why does my leg hurt?
- What do you mean,
you twisted it
when we were running from him.
- What?
- When we were running for the--
- Wait, wait, wait.
We were running?
- Yeah.
- From what?
- Reid, why were we running?
I like it up here.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Look, look, look, look.
It's OK.
Stay calm, OK?
- No.
No!
No!
No!
[laughter]
- No, this is isn't our car!
- It is.
- Not, it can't be.
- Yes, it is.
It's our car!
- Come on, let's go.
I love it out here.
- I've done it a million times.
- Yeah, see?
It is!
It is.
See?
See?
You want to tell me who this is?
- I don't re--
- I love you.
- I love you, babe.
- I don't know.
- That's my brother, stupid.
- Just tell me who it is!
- I don't know!
I don't know!
I don't want to
fight ever again.
- Well, I'm sorry for
having some trust issues,
but can you blame me?
- I can't--
OK.
Well, now is not the time for
your suspicious fiance bullshit.
Drop it!
- Fine!
It's dropped!
- Fine!
Fine!
- Drop it!
- Fine!
You remember?
I don't remember.
- Just shut up!
Shut the fuck up!
[screaming]
- You want me to drive?
- No, I'm a better driver.
- I don't know
where the keys are.
I don't know!
I don't know, I don't know.
- You need keys to drive a car!
- OK!
Well, you can stay here, Reid!
You can stay.
You don't care about my baby.
- All I do is care
about you and the baby!
I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!
Come back!
- No!
- We're going around
in a god-damned loop!
[honking]
- Fuck!
- Fuck you!
[ominous tones]
- No!
- Babe.
- Reid.
(TERRIFIED WHISPER) Reid.
[gags]
- You OK?
- He got us.
[ripping, squelching]
[radio static]
- The body from the tree.
He's eating them.
[crunch, squish]
- And now it'll be us next.
- No, don't talk like that.
Don't.
- I'm sorry. (CRYING)
I'm sorry for everything.
I've been so horrible to you.
- I'm sorry, too.
- No.
No, please, listen to me, OK?
When I cheated on you,
I ruined everything.
I messed everything up.
I did.
And it was all my fault.
- Don't say that.
I didn't know how
to forgive you.
OK.
I kept holding stuff
over your head.
And I made it impossible
for us to move on.
But I love you, and
I'm ready to move on.
[crunching]
- Reid.
Reid.
No.
It wasn't just one time.
I was seeing someone
behind your back.
[crying]
- (STAMMERING) I was--
I was seeing someone
behind your back.
But it was a long time ago, OK?
I'm sorry that I was seeing--
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Please.
I'm sorry.
- Is it mine?
- What?
- The baby.
Is it mine?
- Stop talking.
[crackling static]
- Stop talking.
- Yes, Reid.
Of course, the baby's yours.
I don't know.
I don't remember.
I don't remember.
I don't know.
I wasn't sure where we were
going, and I was selfish.
How could he not remember?
- Please, I love you.
I love you.
I'm sorry.
- She doesn't love you!
- Oh, yes I do.
I love you.
I love you.
- She doesn't love you!
- please Tell me you
forgive me, please.
- I'm gonna shut you up.
- Please, Reid.
Tell me you forgive me.
I can't die without
you-- with you hating me.
No, stop!
- It's too late.
- No!
No!
- It's too late.
- No!
You.
We've got to get going
before he wakes up.
All right, hurry.
Follow me.
[rapid breaths]
- Hey.
Why did you help us?
Who are you?
- I don't remember who I was.
The road does that to you.
Makes you forget.
Makes you see horrible
things until you don't even
know for sure what's real.
Even now, who's to say.
Am I talking to you?
Or am I mumbling nonsense
to some tree in the woods?
- What happened here?
- Oh, this was a huge fire
a long, long time ago.
- Come on, I got
something to show you.
There it is.
- You mean--
OK, this-- this is our car.
But it looks like it's
been here forever.
How long have we been out here?
You've been here for a while--
is there no way out?
- Not that I've
been able to find.
You can't drive out,
and you can't walk out.
And every time I wind
up right back here.
But there may be
a way out for you.
That sign-- I've never
seen that before.
You must have done something
different-- something I never
did.
- What do you mean?
Like what?
- I don't know.
But you must be almost there.
- What do you mean almost there?
Like, we-- we have
an undrivable car.
We have no fucking gas.
Somebody stole our--
did you steal our gas?
- No, I took the food.
The others must
have taken the gas.
- What do you mean, the others?
- The others.
You'll have to get more gas.
- We'll have to get some gas.
OK.
Well, how do you
expect us to get gas
in the middle of
the fucking forest?
- Cars.
- What do you mean, the cars?
This is the only car
that we've been seeing.
What do you mean, cars?
- This car.
Your car.
Time doesn't matter out here.
Your car is old because
this car is old.
And if you go down this
road, the cars get older.
And then, if you go this
way, if you come down
this road this way,
then things, they go--
they start going-- they.
Time-- (STAMMERING)
- I-- I don't understand
what you're saying.
Um, but can you please--
can you please help
us out of here?
i have a baby, and I need to--
- Get out of here!
Stay back!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
- You, get away from me.
I know who you are!
- We're not--
- You're just like
all the others.
You're trying to kill me.
- We're not trying to kill you.
- You can't kill me, because
I'm going to kill you first.
I'll kill you first!
I'll kill you first!
(QUIETLY) I'll kill you first.
[mysterious tones]
- Hey.
Hey!
Reid, talk to me!
- What!
- What do you mean, what?
- What do you want?
What do you want?
- I want you!
Don't do that!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I lied to you, OK?
I'm sorry.
I just, like-- seeing
you in the hospital,
I couldn't lose
you again after--
after you tried to--
- Is it my fault?
- I had to tell you
the truth, because I
don't want to keep things
secret between us anymore.
OK, please, please.
I want us to be together.
Please.
[cries]
- Let's just keep walking.
- OK.
OK.
OK.
What now then?
What now?
- If that old man is right, then
there's more versions of our car
out here.
And we'll-- we'll find the
one that has gas in it,
and we'll get the
hell out of here
- OK.
OK.
What happens if we run into the
psychopath in the woods again?
- Then I'll fucking kill him.
[droning noises]
- (WHISPERING) I hear something.
- (WHISPERING) Get down.
Get down.
Get down.
[mysterious music]
- It's you.
- That's when he stopped
to go to the bathroom.
Reid.
- Stay here.
Don't let her see you.
- No, no, no.
Reid, no.
No, Reid, where are you going?
Reid?
[rustling]
[mysterious music]
- Wait.
Fuck.
[crackling leaves]
[labored grunting]
[music intensifies]
[cracking branch]
[low droning noise]
- Did I ever tell you
about the last time
my dad took me camping?
- No.
- I hated hunting,
but he loved it.
We shot a deer in the woods.
There was so much blood.
I was only nine.
He made me skin the deer.
I cried.
I puked.
He hit me.
[pen clicking]
- Would you please stop
clicking that fucking pen!
- I'm not.
[rapid breathing]
[ominous music building]
[engine turns over]
[tires squeal]
- Stay with me.
We're getting close, OK?
- OK.
- Almost there.
- OK.
- Wait.
I remember that.
Do you/ Do you
remember that, too/
- Yeah, I do.
[honking]
- What are you doing?
- Hey!
- What are you doing?
- Who is that.
- I don't know.
Someone else is out here.
- I'm trying to scare him off
so they, or we, can escape.
- We made it, but
I don't understand.
Why are we passing
the car again?
I thought-- I thought
we were close.
- Well, the old man, he said
we did something differently.
- No, but we didn't
do anything different.
We just drove back in--
in reverse.
- Do you think that's it?
- Hey.
Hey, look!
Look, there it is!
Wait, I can't believe it.
I think-- I think
we're going to make it.
Reid.
Reid.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
- Hey.
- What are you doing?
- Look, I just want to let
you know that I'm sorry, OK?
I thought that if I didn't
hold on to you tight enough
that you would
slip away from me,
and I realized that by
holding on too tight,
I just made everything worse.
OK?
But I love you, and
I'm ready to move on.
I just love you so much.
- I love you too.
- I love you, baby.
- I love you so much.
I'm sorry for everything.
- It's OK.
- I love you.
- I love you.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry.
- I think we're
going to make it.
- Yeah.
Yeah, we're going to make it.
- Hey.
Hey, hey, hey are you OK?
That looks really bad.
Let me get something for that.
[low whispers]
[haunting music]
[metallic ring]
- It's you.
(FRIGHTENED) You're him.
- What?
- You're him.
You're going to kill me.
- What?
Olivia, what are
you talking about/
- Whoa!
Hey, hey, hey.
Where did you get that?
Olivia, put the knife away.
Hey.
- No, Reid.
You knew.
You knew.
- What are you talking about?
- You knew I was cheating.
- Knife down.
- You knew this whole time!
This is the part of
your sick plan, Reid.
This--
- Olivia, calm down.
We're both very
confused right now.
Everything is out--
- Reid, I'm not confused!
- --of whack.
- I'm not confused1
I'm not confused!
- Put the knife down, Olivia.
- You have the tarp.
You have the rope back there.
- Put the knife down.
- You don't want our baby.
- Are you kidding me?
- You want us both dead, Reid.
You want us both dead.
- Put the knife down.
Olivia, put the knife away!
I didn't do anything!
- I will kill you.
I will kill you, Reid.
I promise.
Get out of the fucking car.
- Put the knife down!
- Get out of the car, Reid!
- Stop it!
None of this is real!
Put the knife down!
OK.
- Get out!
- You are not thinking clearly.
- Get out of
- OK?
- --the car.
- Just put the knife down--
- No!
- --and let me back in the car.
- No!
No!
- Olivia, you are going to
leave me out here to die.
- I don't care.
I don't care, Reid.
Give me the keys.
Give me the fucking keys!
Give me the fucking keys!
- Put the knife away!
- Oh God!
- Stop.
Give me the keys.
[olivia shouting]
[keys jingling]
[metallic flick]
[frightened breaths]
- Help me.
[squelching]
- Help me.
Help!
Help me!
Help!
[squish]
[pained groans]
- (WHIMPERING) No.
No!
Why?
Why are you doing this?
Why are you--
[yelps]
[grunts and groans]
- No.
[strained groans]
- No!
[screams]
- No!
- No, no!
[rapid breathing]
[screams]
[crying]
- The baby.
- No.
- I'm sorry.
- No, no.
Baby.
- I was wrong.
I was wrong.
It was me.
It was me.
- It's over.
It's over.
- No, it's not.
- Baby, we're going
to find a way out.
OK.
[whimpering]
- Reid!
[metal thump]
[groans]
[haunting music]
[pained grunts]
[metallic crunch]
- No!
No!
[cries]
- Get away from me!
Get away!
Leave me alone!
[pained yells]
[car beeps]
[screaming]
- Don't you touch her!
[tense music]
- No!
[stinger]
- No!
No, please!
Please!
[metallic slash, squelching]
[dark, triumphant music]
- I'm not you.
Stay toasty out
there, motherfucker.
[tired squeal]
[pained grunts and groans]
[music intensifies]
[rumbling, thuds]
- We're gonna make it, baby.
We're almost there!
[zap]
[thunder rumbles]
[otherworldly sounds]
[booms, thuds]
- Stay with me, baby!
Stay with me!
[deep, warbling sounds]
- Come on, baby!
Come on!
[cracks, zaps]
- We're almost there!
Come on!
[zaps]
[shouting]
[deep rumble]
[horn honking]
- Get off the damn road!
- Wait.
Wait.
We made it.
We made it, baby!
Oh my God, we made it.
Baby, wake up.
Hey, wake up.
We made it.
We did it.
- Babe?
No.
Babe?
Babe?
Baby.
Hey, hey.
No.
(CRYING) Oh, God.
[notification dings]
[ringing]
- Reid?
Reid!
- Dad.
- We couldn't reach you.
Your mother's been worried sick.
[mom shouting]
- What's the matter?
Are you OK?
- Dad, something happened.
Something happened.
- Is it, Olivia?
- Oh God.
- Is it the baby?
- No.
No!
[mom shouting]
- Whatever happened,
it's going to be OK.
Whatever happened,
you can move on.
You can forget all of this.
All of it, son.
Do you understand?
You can forget.
- OK.
Yeah.
I'll do that.
- Just please.
Reid?
- Gotta go.
- Reid!
Summer, can you hold--
[call ends]
[somber music]
- (WHISPERING) I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I love you.
I love you.
[wind blowing]
[gasps]
- Reid!
Reid!
Reid.
[ominous music]
[ghostly laughter]
- (WHISPERING) We're
never getting home.
Looks like we'll have an
easy, breezy drive home.
- (YELLING) Be a man Reid!
- Oh no.
- Do you want to
tell me who this is?
[screams]
- You tell me who it is!
- Drive back!
Drive back.
- Yeah, walk out.
You're not even trying--
[overlapping speech]
[ghostly laughter]
[ghostly breath]
[dark music]
[footsteps, rustling]
[soft music]
- (ECHOING) Do you think
you'll have your eyes?
Do you think she'll
have your eyes?
[music turns dramatic]
[heavy, dark music]
[dark music]