Hey, boy.
Hey, boy!
Come on, boy.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, fella.
- Whoo!|- Whoo!
No more fucking finals!
Hey, don't do it!|Don't go to college.
It's a fucking scam.|It fucking sucks!
- Bert, got any more smokes?|- No.
Bert: So I'm fat. So what?|I hope she's not anorexic.
Put her there, sport!
What's the matter?|Cat got your tongue?
- Jesus!|- God damn it, Dennis, no!
No, Dennis, no!
No, don't hit him|or anything.
Everybody knows not|to sit next to Dennis.
- He'll give you tetanus.|- Maybe you should make a sign.
There's a stream around back,|if you want to wash your hand.
I'll get you a towel.
Hey, pal,
do you think it's a smart idea|leaving your kid here
where he might be|a danger to people?
What are you saying exactly?
I'm just saying,|if such an incident
were to bring about a "lawsuit,"
- you might be held liable.|- Jeff, save it for law school.
Cute kid.
Hey.
What's your name?
Yeah!
Man: If you're interested|in really good glasswork,
it's cheap,|but it's an antique.
Some of those bottles|up there
are dated|before the Civil War.
And over there,|I used to have-
in that empty space,|I used to have
some of the prettiest|Shirley Temple bottles I've ever seen.
And this woman came in here|with the palsy, the poor soul.
She thought|they were so cute,
and she reached for them|and knocked every one down
and broke them all|to damn pieces.
So I took her in the back and gave her|some coke and ammonia.
I thought she was|gonna have a spell.
We should get something|for your mom to say thanks.
How about some fox piss?
- My mom would love fox piss.|- Oh Lord, don't drop that.
If you do,|that's powerful stuff.
All the foxes around|would come down here.
You'd have friends|you'd never had before.
You all here for a vacation?
Jeff: Yeah, we're renting|a cabin for a week.
That's nice. And if you go|in the woods...
- be very careful.|- Why, what's in the woods?
Tommy, get those kids|their sandwiches.
They're all wrapped up.
- So, what's the fox urine for?|- That's for foxes.
- What's the rifle for?|- That's for niggers.
Okay, let's see.|Let's give you those sandwiches now.
I think we're about ready|to get y'all out of here.
- That's $56 even.|- Okay.
Anything I can do|for you, friend?
No, I think that's...
Thank you.
You all have|a good vacation now.
- You too.|- Come back and see me.
Thanks a lot, man.|You have a nice day.
Jeff: Did that guy|just say, "nigger"?
Marcy: Yeah, you|don't have to repeat it.
You can call it the "n" word.
Hey.
Boy, you want to give me|one good reason
why you would steal|a Snickers bar.
The nougat?
Sorry, man.|My bad.
All right. Enjoy.
Thanks.
What?
Moron.
Jeff:|What's wrong with you, dude?
Bert: Sorry.
I should burn his fucking|store down, the racist fuck!
- Marcy: All right, make a left.|- Jeff: Here?
- Marcy: Make a left.|- Jeff: Where else am I gonna go?
- Jeff: Oh, and then down here...|- Bert: Stop the car!
Stop, stop!
I left my Mott's apple juice|back at the store!
- Women: Oh my God.|- Come on!
- Paul: No, we're not going back.|- Come on!
Paul: I'm sure this river|is in the map, right?
Yes!
Paul: There's no way|that this is on the map.
Karen: It is on the map.|Do you want to look?
This map's for Cincinnati.
Karen: Shut up.
Jeff: Fine, fuck it.|We'll go this way.
Marcy:|Oh my gosh. Wow.
"Welcome, y'all.
Enjoy your vacation|from all of us
at Bunyan Mountain Getaways."
Oh my God, Jeff,|check it out.
It's so cute- this little room,|this little bed...
lts view is so beautiful.
The view of the shrubs...
and the bush|and the antlers.
It's gonna be so perfect.|We're here for a week,
and there's no one|to bother us.
Who's up for a dip?
We're- they're-
Yeah. Safe sex.
- Eh, Paul?|- Yeah?
Have fun.
It's kind of sweet,|you know?
They seem pretty in love.
Bert, what the hell is that?
Huh? I'm gonna go shoot|some squirrels.
Why would you want|to kill squirrels?
- 'Cause they're gay.|- Don't be a fucking retard.
Kidding. I don't care if|they're gay or straight.
- I'll kill them either way.|- Will you be careful with that?
Would you relax, man?|It's a fucking BB gun. Relax.
Sorry.
So, Karen...
how long have we|known each other?
Seventh grade, right?
Yeah.
I was thinking, we've known|each other for so long,
and even though we-
Karen: That's hot!
And, even though we've|always been good friends,
we never actually-
I've always thought|you were really cool.
Hey, race you to the raft.
La la la la la|la la la la
La la la la la|la la la la la la...
Fuck!
Jeff: Oh my God!
La la la la la|la la la la la la...
Oh, feels fucking great!
- You like that?|- Yeah!
Jeff: I'm sorry.|Oh yeah!
So you know Ken Webb?
Yeah.
Short, greasy Ken.
The guy with the CDs, right?
Yeah.
He tried to kiss me.
- He did?|- Yeah.
Two days ago.
This guy I've known|for 12 years,
he's a family friend.
He puts his hands|on my face,
full-on tongue!|It was so gross!
Why, was it gross because|you've known him for so long or...
'cause he's gross?
No, it was definitely him.
I don't know. When you've known|someone a long time,
you just want to kiss them just|to see if they're a good kisser.
There's nothing wrong|with that, right?
No.
- Where are you going?|- What's it look like?
- I thought we were kissing.|- Yeah, we were.
So-
so what, you like me now?|Is this like a date?
Don't be gay.
Come back, Mr. Woodchuck.
I'm gonna get you now.
Oh shit.
Oh fuck.
I'm sorry, man.
What?
- Why did you shoot me?|- I thought you were something else.
I didn't- fuck!
- Are you all right?|- I'm s-
sick.
- I need help.|- Oh man.
I'll get you|some help, all right?
I'll be right back.|I got a car.
Oh fuck.
Oh please, help me.
- Fuck.|- I'm sick. I need water.
Just lay down.|Don't move, man.
- Water.|- I'll get you water.
Just stay-|don't come near me, okay?
Is that your-
- is that your cabin?|- No!
Just stay there!|Please, stay there.
Don't make me|fucking shoot you, man.
Just stay the fuck back,|please!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
What the fuck, man?|Where were you?
You gonna burn the whole|fucking place down?
What are you,|Smoky the Clown now?
Don't you mean,|Smoky the Bear?
Whatever.|This is horseshit, man.
- It's a fireplace.|- How old are you?
Can't you be responsible|for anything?
We can't leave you alone|for five minutes
without you destroying something!|What were you shooting at?
I heard a squirrel.|I was just looking for a squirrel.
- A squirrel?|- Yeah.
- Fucking idiot.|- Jeff: To stick up his ass.
Jeff: Why don't you|tell us the story?
What are you gonna roast|on that thing?
Come on, Paul,|tell them story.
No, I can't.|It's a traumatic experience.
- I don't want to talk about it.|- We like traumatic stories.
- Not about me, but...|- Trauma bonds people.
- You can tell us.|- It bonds those who go through it,
- not the people you tell it to.|- Tell the fucking story!
All right!
So there's this bowling alley|when we were growing up.
You guys might remember it-|Lenny Meads Brighton Bowl?
It was in Brighton, right?
That's probably why it was|called Brighton Bowl.
We used to go there|for birthday parties
or with my dad|for the weekend.
This one time, I asked|my dad if we could go.
He's like, "No.|The bowling alley's closed."
This marshmallow's so burnt!
It turned out there had|been a break-in.
All the employees|were held at gunpoint.
After they had been|gagged and beaten,
they were tied to chairs.
The chairs...|they were set in a circle,
so that way everybody|was forced to watch
everybody else.
And then the robber,
this sick maniac,
he goes and finds one of those|little ball-peen hammers.
And then one by one...
he smashed the backs|of their heads open with the hammer.
Everyone had to watch|their friends die,
knowing that they'd|soon be next.
Ball-peen...
The guy doesn't stop there.
He breaks out the fire axe.
The alarm goes off...|he doesn't give a shit.
He hacked off|all of their limbs.
The cops found six|bloody torsos
tied to the bowling seats.
Blood everywhere...
Turns out the guy was|some disgruntled employee.
That was|my childhood playground.
Bert, you asshole,|it's not funny.
Yes it is,|you fucking slut.
Jeff?
What?
Tell them about|the happy bald guy.
- No, I can't take it.|- He gave us our shoes
and quarters for|the video games.
There was a room with|a pool table,
but my dad wouldn't|let us go there.
The bald guy was always happy,|always smiling.
But the killer|got him too.
When the cops searched|the place,
they found hacked off limbs|at the end of the bowling lanes.
The guy had bowled|people's organs.
Arms, legs, everything.
They found the bald guy's head|in the ball return.
- He was still smiling.|- Oh, no.
I knew you were full of shit!|You suck!
No! It was in the paper.|I swear!
I'm laughing because
Jeff is an asshole|and he's making me laugh.
I swear...
I loved this place.|I still remember the sounds...
the cracking,|the bouncing.
The smell of the shoes,|the sound of the Q-Bert machine...
Holy shit!|What are you doing?!
- I'm cool.|- Are you spying on us?
- I'm cool.|- Is your dog friendly?
Yeah, he's cool.
This is Dr. Mambo.|Here, boy.
Come on, Dr. Mambo.
Is it "Dr." like a physician|or a professor?
Yeah, he's a professor...
of being a dog.|Oof! Faced!
Scratch-moded.
It's a positive bonfire.
Got room for one more?
Actually, we were having a private|conversation, if you don't mind.
That's cool.
I guess I'll smoke|all this weed by myself.
All: No, no.|It's fine.
It's not that private.
Awesome.
Yeah, sit right here.
Bert: I think he's gonna|fuck her.
Guy: Awesome.
- Wait, so your name was...|- Justin...
- but you can call me "Grim."|- Grim.
Like Grimace?
"Grim" is my skating name.
I got it in Berkeley while|competing in the X-Games.
Really? Karen's going|to go to Berkeley.
Dude...
awesome.
I love Berkeley.|People there are so wacked.
I met these guys and they had me|fucked up for five days straight.
They wouldn't let me drink|anything but beer.
Yeah, I've done that,|except I did it with JD.
Karen's got a great idea.
We should only drink beer|for the rest of the trip.
I could probably do that,|but I doubt you could.
I'll bet you. I can only drink|beer the rest of the trip.
If I drink anything else,|you can have the rest of my supply.
All right, you're on.|We only drink beer.
Bert: You're on.
So, you're a skater?|Is that your occupation?
Oh, crap.
Party's over.
Hey Justin...|Grim...
you want to come inside?
I'd love to, but I left|all this shit outside my tent.
It's starting to rain,|if it gets fucked up,
it's like $4,000 worth|of shit pissed away.
How far away is your tent?
- Cool. Bring the weed.|- I will.
Check you dudes later.|Come on, Dr. Mambo.
- Jeff: Freak.|- Karen: I thought he was funny.
Bert:|How did it work?
What do you mean "how"?|It had a hose...
a bunch of different settings,
pulse, power...
stream.
And you came every time?
Totally.
You can imagine my disappointment|the first time I had sex.
Tell me about it.
What's that supposed|to mean?
- I've got a better story.|- Paul: I'm sorry,
but no story is better|than Karen and the shower massage.
No, seriously.
One time I was masturbating...
and my dog came up|and started licking my balls.
Right as I came it stuck|its tongue up my ass.
That's serious fucking|masturbation talent right there.
Fucking good.
He'd better have brought more weed|or I won't let him in.
Relax, pal.|I'm coming.
His name's Grim.
Jesus Christ.
Help me...|please.
I need a doctor.
Oh shit.
Man: Doctor.
Yeah, all right.
Somebody grab a blanket|or something.
You...
you shot me.
No, no, no.
There's no way this contagious|fucker's coming in here.
- He's sick, for Christ's sake.|- You want him to come in here
and touch all of your shit,|your fucking soap...?
Let's throw him|a blanket or something.
- Or your douche?|- Let's drive him to a doctor.
He's not coming in!
We're out of range.|I'm not getting anything.
- Fuck!
- What's that?|- He's in the car.
What?
- Jeff: Motherfucker.
- Karen: Why's he fucking with us?|- Grab your gun.
Fuck!
Hurry up!|He's in the car already!
Get out of the fucking car!
Get out of there.|Get out of the car!
Get out!|Get out of the fucking car!
Fuck!
Get the fuck out!|Get out of there!
- Fucker!
- You shot the car!
What was I supposed to do?
Oh my God!
Fuck!
Paul: Shit!
Shit!
Oh!
- Get him!|- He's coming towards us.
Stop or I'll fucking|stab you!
Stop! Stop!
Back off.
Fuck off!|Leave us alone!
Fuck off!
I know. I know.
What else were we gonna do?
First he gets his shit|all over the car,
and I don't want him|touching me, you, or anybody.
I think the rain will|put him out.
He's dead anyway.|You saw that shit on him.
He looked like he was|skinned alive.
We have to tell the police|it wasn't our fault.
I think we should tell them now.
Calm down.
There's nothing we can do.|The car's fucked.
We need a mechanic. We'll find|somebody who knows one,
and then we'll report|the accident.
That's the keyword here.|It was an accident.
Paul: The guy's skin...
holy shit.
You should clean up some|of this shit while we're gone.
I'll save some for you guys.
- Just stick with the girls.|- What's that supposed to mean?
It means you're|a fucking pussy.
That's fucked up.
What's fucked up is you beating|the shit out of my truck.
What about the jag-off|with the rifle?
Did you forget about him?
We all fucked up that car,|don't just put it on me.
Good morning, boys.
Are you going|to kill each other now?
Where are you going?
To get help.
So...|Bert and Jeff are gone.
I know.
Last night was|a fucked up situation,
- and I think...|- That guy asked for our help.
We lit him on fire.
Can you understand if I'm not|in a particularly social mood?
I got scared.
I was...
I was just trying to help.
Karen...
I'm sorry, Paul.
Every time I close my eyes|I see him.
It was an accident.
The guy was going to die|anyway.
Better?
Yeah.
Thanks, Paul.
Jeff: Hello?
God damn it!
God damn it!|God damn it!
God damn it!
Hold it! You there!
Do you see this?!|Do you see this shit?!
We didn't see anything.
Tell Murray I can't eat this shit.|Some animal's been running around
infecting everything.
What am I supposed to do|with a sick hog? Huh?
I am not about to|eat that meat. Would you?
- No, I'm a vegetarian.|- None of this shit is good.
It's all sick.|It's all gotta go back.
I want me a new hog!
We were just looking|for a mechanic.
Mechanic?|You won't find one around here.
- You'll have to go to town.|- Bert: That's the thing.
Our car's busted,|so we can't get into town.
We need somebody to take|us into town
- so we can find a mechanic.|- Oh.
I've already been|in town today, sorry.
All right, if you do go back,|would you tell us?
We're staying at a cabin,|and...
we don't know Murray.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Yes, of course,|of course.
Why didn't you|just come out and say that?
Come on inside,|I've got a radio.
We'll call Ricky.|He's got a tow truck.
- Call Ricky.|- Ricky.
Sorry to bother you, but this|crazy guy came out of the woods
and tried to trash|our car.
Woman: Sounds terrible.|I have some juice.
So this person damaged|your car?
It was just this crazy hermit.|Real dangerous.
- We chased him away with bats.|- It wasn't Henry, was it?
Nah, shit, never.
Henry?
My cousin Henry.|He knows about that ordinance.
He wouldn't do something like that.|You hit him with a bat?
Both: No.
No, it wasn't Henry.
Our friend Walter, he got drunk.|One thing led to another...
- That's no good.|- Yeah.
I've got a great idea. Why don't|we take a walk down ourselves?
- It's really nice out.|- We'll just walk.
- I haven't seen the scenery.|- You sure? Ricky's awfully handy.
- Thanks for your help.|- Are you sure?
A little fresh air|sounds great.
We really appreciate your help.|Take care.
We burned Henry.
Fuck!
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Is anyone home?
Hello?
- Ah!
- Bert, you dick-nose.|- Shut up.
What the hell?
- Did you find anybody?|- No, nothing.
I followed the path|that the old guy ran,
but I couldn't find him.|He could still be alive.
No, it's impossible.
- Want any beef jerky?|- No, put it away.
- Why?|- It's not our house.
So?
- Did you find a phone?|- No.
I felt weird looking around.|There's nobody here.
We found this other place,|but...
there was|nobody there either.
I wonder if the cops|know about it yet.
I doubt it.|If they did know,
they'd have been|at the cabin by now.
Good morning.|Deputy Winston,
Bunyan County|Sheriff's Department.
Hi.|What can I do for you?
I'm on patrol|in my jurisdiction
and I heard there was a lot|of commotion here last night.
I wanted to know|what the story is.
Yeah, sure. Some guy tried|to break into our cabin.
And he was sick.
I don't know what kind|of disease he had,
but he was a mess.
I have to report this.
Yeah, totally.
My friends are out looking for|a neighbor so we could call you.
We don't have a phone here.
Everyone uses radios.|That's what I use.
Hey...
Looks like you guys were doing|some pretty good partying, huh?
Yeah, you know,|we were drinking...
and then this guy came along
and tried to break into|the cabin.
We had no choice|but to get rough.
I feel awful,|but he was going crazy.
He smashed into our car,
and then he wouldn't come out,|so...
we had to hit him.
We hurt him.
We were terrified.|We didn't know what to do.
That's why we went|to look for help-
Hey, man, I told you...|I'm gonna make a report.
Don't worry about it.|He ain't gonna come back.
Looks like you guys|scared him away pretty good.
I ain't gonna let him|ruin your fun.
Thank you.
My friend's inside right now|and she's pretty freaked out.
She wants to go home.
We all kind of do.
A lady friend, huh?
I bet you like to party...
with the ladies.
Karen: Paul?
Is everything okay?
Howdy, ma'am.|Everything's fine.
Just go back inside,|have yourself a big 40,
just party.
Umm...
okay.
Oh, Daddy, why are you|talking about leaving?
You've got to stay and party.
That's why we came here|in the first place.
I'm telling you,|this is a major party town.
- Really?|- Are you kidding me?
You know what it's like|when you go
to a new town|and you're the new guy?
All the girls see you|walking down the street...
they don't know you've got|five pounds of dangling meat.
They're looking for|no commitment.
- You understand what I'm saying?|- I've heard that theory before.
This is that town.
It's like when I go party|up at Wambusau.
My cousin goes to school there.
When I party at Wambusau,|I know I'm gonna get pussy.
Plus the girls there don't know|I'm a deputy.
So I know they're gonna|party hard with me.
Believe me, man,|they do.
That's too bad, I bet you ruled|this town before you had a badge.
Yeah, but a badge|makes you grow up quick.
Shit, this guy went and did|a number on your ride.
I'm gonna put out an APB.|We're gonna catch this guy.
Yeah, it wasn't totally him.
We hit it too.
But we were trying|to scare him away.
Could you get somebody|up here to fix it?
What do I look like?|An idiot?
I'll have someone up here|by tomorrow afternoon.
You're top priority.|You're the party man.
Do you realize how many|great parties we're gonna have?
Fortune's shining on you.
I know where all|the big parties are at.
Remember, my name is Winston.
You know how to|get a hold of me, right?
- 9-1-1?|- That's it, my man.
- Take it easy.|- Yeah.
Did he say he was gonna|report this shit or not?
I think he is.|He didn't make it seem like
we did anything wrong. He said|he'd get a tow truck up here.
- Sounds weird to me.|- The guy was weird.
Once he saw Karen,|he didn't want to leave.
Has Karen left her room yet?
No, she's still sleeping.|I don't know what's up with her.
She wants to get out of here|as soon as she can.
- Puts a kink in your plan, huh?|- What plan?
What plan?
The plan you've been trying|to execute
since eighth grade.
No, there's no plan.|Not anymore.
Whatever.|You guys are funny.
Fucking...
she likes you because you're nice|to her and she's nice to you
because she can control you.
- Fucking, you're nice to her...|- Bert, don't move.
Bert: Fuck.
- It's that freak's dog.
- Should I hit it?|- I don't know.
If you're gonna hit it,|hit it hard.
So where's Grim?
He's out there rotting.|There's some sick shit
in the woods and the hermit's|spreading it around.
I'm not waiting for|that deputy to come back.
- Let's get out of here now.|- Should we say something
on our way out, like, "By the way,|we burned some guy alive"?
- Yes.|- No.
- Jeff.|- Fine, we'll tell the cops.
We have to.|They're gonna figure it out.
The deputy knows something happened.|We're the only outsiders.
They're gonna trace it|back to us.
I feel nauseous.
Karen...
How soon can you|get us out of here?
I don't know if|I can fix the car.
I'm thinking I could|make it drivable,
we could drive into town|and tell them what happened.
And that'll be that, right?
But you're gonna have|to watch me with the gun.
I'm not gonna go out there|with that fucking dog around.
I need a bath.
Jeff's mom has|the stupidest ideas-
"Let's get a cabin."|So gay.
Hey.
Hey.
Sorry. I didn't mean|to wake you.
That's okay.
I think Marcy made some chili.
I'm not hungry.
All right, then.|I'll let you go back to sleep.
No, wait.
Stay.
- Fuck.
- Why did you stop?|- Would you shoot him already?
Don't stop.|Keep working!
- Shoot it!|- If it gets closer, I can hit it.
Just keep working!
Oh my God!
Shit!
Marcy!
She's got it! She's sick.
Oh no, she's|fucking got it.
- Oh shit.|- I think I'm really sick.
Oh shit.|Stay in your fucking bed!
- Bert, can you help me?|- Calm down.
No! Get the fuck out!|Everybody out!
- Just get the fuck out!|- Bert, please!
- Stay in your fucking bed!
- I'm bleeding.|- Get the fuck out!
- Calm down!|- Can I go to the bathroom?
Listen, you bitch!|Get the fuck in bed!
- Leave her alone!
- Leave her alone!|- Fucking bitch!
- What the fuck is your problem?|- She's your fucking friend!
She's sick!|She's not coming near me!
I'm doing this for you|and all you fucks!
- Don't leave me!|- Stop it!
- Bert, Bert... calm down.|- Oh God.
- Okay.
What?
Fuck you, guys.
Karen, I'm sorry.|We just don't want to get it.
- I'm going to die in here.|- Paul: No, you're not.
Karen, please.|We're going to get help now.
- What about that guy's dog?|- Someone'll keep watch with the gun.
We'll bolt the door shut.
Somebody'll be out here.|We won't leave you alone.
I want to go home.
Ah!
- Ah!
Karen?
Karen.
Come on, Karen,|you've got to eat.
Let me know if you need|anything else, okay?
Okay?
Better close the door,|Marcy.
I don't want|to infect everyone.
- Oh God.|- What are you doing?
My friend...|she's very sick.
- You are very sick.|- Oh my God, I'm sorry.
- No, I'm-|- That's my wife in there!
My friend's dying!|We need a phone, please.
- Get the fuck off my property!
- Shit!|- Git!
Where have you been?
Did you find anyone?
Well, come on inside.|Marcy made chili.
Nobody's hungry?
- What if Karen used those bowls?|- Jesus! I washed them!
He's right. I'm not gonna eat|until we get back to town.
Jeff: You know, any|of you guys could have it.
I know we checked, but I'm|not gonna sleep near you guys.
So go sleep in the car|and give us all a break.
The car?|That thing's a germ factory!
- I don't even want to ride in it!|- Calm down. I cleaned it.
- So why don't you sleep in it?|- Maybe I will!
You're right. We should|prepare our own meals.
Who am I? I'm melting!
I'm burning!
What's your problem?
You're gonna|burn down this place!
- What?|- You asshole!
- Fucking prick!|- Marcy: Stop it!
- Jeff!|- Motherfucker!
Shut the fuck up!
Christ!
I can't take it anymore!
Just no more yelling.
We can eat alone,|we can sleep alone. Whatever.
We have to talk to each other.|We have to work together.
Bert, you just lost the bet.
Shit!
Okay, Karen, he's gone.
We're gonna stay out here|all night for you, all right?
Karen?
Fuck!
Come on, let's go, everybody.|Hurry up!
The Jeep's running.|Jeff, come on!
Come on, Karen.|We've got to go.
I think I've got a fever.
Let's go!
Come on, Jeff,|let's go!
Come on, motherfucker!
All right...|put her in the back.
I don't think|we should sit next to her.
Fuck off!|Put her in the front, then.
No, I'm not driving|with her sitting next to me.
I'm driving.|Just get in the fucking car.
Fine.
Paul: Karen?
Karen, you okay?
- Marcy: Oh God, Karen.
Marcy: We've got to get her|to town. She's gonna die.
Paul:|She's not going anywhere.
Come on.|You guys coming?
Are you nuts?|She just infected the car.
- I'll take my chances, man.|- I can't leave Karen.
- Bert, you don't look so hot.|- I don't feel so hot either.
But the longer we sit here,|the more she lies and rots!
How sick are you?|Did that old guy touch you?
This is fucking horseshit!|Come on!
- Did he?|- Fuck this, man!
Bert: I'll get her|a fucking doctor.
Marcy: We should move her|back to the shed.
Oh God, she's bleeding again.
Don't move her.
It's okay, Karen.|We're gonna get help.
- Going somewhere?|- Anywhere but here.
Where the fuck do you think|you're going?
Jeff?
- Just let him go.|- Jeff!
Jeff!
Don't fucking|come near me. Stop!
I don't want to get sick.|I don't want any of us getting sick!
But you two fuckers|insist on touching her!
Now she's bleeding|all over both you guys.
So you two can fucking rot!|But not me!
No fucking way!|Not me!
Asshole!
Oh shit.
We're all going to get it.
We're all going|to get sick...
and Jeff's in the woods|getting drunk.
Bert's going to get help.
Karen will be fine.|I promise.
It's like being on a plane
when you know|it's going to crash.
Everyone around you|is screaming and yelling,
"We're going down!|We're going down!"
All you really want to do
is grab the person next to you|and fuck the shit out of them
'cause you know you're|gonna be dead soon anyway.
- You don't use condoms?|- Don't worry. I'm healthy.
Oh fuck!
Hello?
Somebody help! Hello!
What the hell|happened to you?
My friend, she's sick.
- You don't look so good.|- I know.
There's this disease.
I think all my|friends are getting it.
Do you know where|a hospital is around?
Yeah.
Stay right there.|Don't come any closer.
I'll get a doctor.
Bert: Thanks.
Pancakes!
- Pancakes!|- No pancakes.
- Pancakes!|- No pancakes!
Dennis, I told you|to stay on the swing!
Dennis!
Fuck!
God damn it!|What pancakes!
Why did you come here?
Now look what you've done.
I just need a doctor, okay?
Look what you've done|to this poor boy!
- What has he done to you?|- I just need...
a fucking doctor, man!
I already lost one boy.
I ain't losing another.
What if the doctors|can't fix my boy?
You get my boy sick,|it's the same as killing him.
- It's murder!|- What?!
You being sick,|that's your problem.
Now Dennis is sick,|that's my problem!
And if I get sick,|that's Lucille's problem.
So we got to stop|the problem.
We got to stop|the problem right now!
Fenster! Rifle!
Fuck you, man!
There are some kids in a cabin.|They got a disease.
They just gave it to Dennis.
We'll need the kit.
Jesus, Paul,|you did a number on my back.
I'm gonna go find Jeff|and we're walking out of here.
- What about Bert?|- I can't wait for him.
- I have to get out of here.|- What about Karen? Paul?
- Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck! Fuck!
Oh, fuck!
Shit.
Up here!
Help me!
- Bert!|- They're coming for you.
- Who? The deputy?|- No, the guy from the store.
I knew these kids were trouble|the minute they stole from Cad.
Good God.
They're doing sacrifices|or something.
This ain't Christian.
Good night, fucker!
Got him.
Jeff!
Jeff! It's the water!
Wherever you are,|don't drink the water!
Hello?
Jeff?
Jeff!
Jeff?
Fuck!
So cheer up,|things will get better...
Here, have a big beer.
Come on, drink up.
You've got some sexy hair.
You got sexy shoes, too.
Shit, what the fuck|happened to you, man?
The tow truck.
What happened to|the tow truck, Winston?
Oh shit.
The fucking party man.
I'm so fucking sorry|about the tow truck.
I sent it, it broke down.|I had to get a tow truck
to get that fucking|tow truck.
What do you need,|you need a ride?
Yeah.
Yeah, a ride would be good.
Radio: Winston!
- Winston, do you copy?|- Yes, sir, I copy.
I'm still looking for|that underage booze party.
Radio: Never mind.|We've got bigger problems.
Some kids up in a cabin|are on a killing spree.
There's two,|possibly three casualties.
They are armed and hostile.|Do not go anywhere near them!
They've got some kind of skin virus|that will eat you alive.
So if you do see them,|do not hesitate to shoot them.
- Do you copy?|- Yes. Can you repeat the last part?
I said, if you see the kids,|just shoot them on sight!
So, how about that ride?
What the fuck?|Just shoot him!
- Hey, I can't.|- You heard the walkie-talkie dude!
- The fucking gun is in the car.|- I just want to get into town.
- Why don't you just relax?|- Get away, fucking fruitcake!
You're not going anyplace!
- Fuck!|- Shit.
Come on, be cool.|Be cool.
Oh fuck!
You fucking idiot!
You just fucked up the whole|party, you fucking idiot!
The party's over, Winston.
Man: Son.
We need you to start|from the beginning.
Everybody's dead.
We need to know...
where you got this disease.
It was a guy|from the woods.
Oh God, he looked|like Bert's marshmallow.
Paul: He told me|he would get a tow truck.
I should have killed him too.
Doctor: We're not equipped|to handle a situation like this.
Cook County is|his only shot.
Fine.
You put him in the car...
and I'll take care of him.
Hey, look who's waking up!
The fucking party man!
I guess the party|ain't over, huh?
We have a long night|of partying.
- A long night.|- Water.
- I ain't got no water.
All I got's a 40.|But if you want some water,
I'll find some|for you, okay?
You just sit tight,|I'll take care of you.
Holy shit.
They're dead.
My God.
All dead.
I made it.
I made it.
Oh God, I made it.
I did it.
I fucking made it.
I fucking made it.
I did it.
I fucking made it!
I knew it!
I knew it!|I fucking made it!
I fucking made it!
I made it!
I fucking made it!
You got rid|of that other one, right?
Hey, I think there's another one|in the basement.
Come on, boys!
Let's do this!
Hey, fellas!
It's been a rough morning|up here.
Lemonade, mister?
Thanks, son.|Don't mind if I do.
That's five cents.
Businessmen.
You almost take|after your granddad.
Cad: They're running me out|of my own business.
Stealing me blind right here.
Whoa! Now,|that is mighty fine.
Mighty fine. Grab a cup, boys.|This round's on me.
Here you go, all|polished and everything.
Ain't that a beauty?|Look at that, honey.
Looks like it's brand new.
- Hi, my nigga, how are you?|- What's up, nigga?
Where you been, man?