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Let's hit it, boys.
Come on.
Shut up and dance.
Kick. And jump.
Two, three.
And other side.
Thrust. And thrust.
Hips, and roll it.
And touch that hair.
And roll that pussy.
Come on, yeah.
Two, three.
Pas de bourrée, and thrust that ball...
And thrust.
And punch.
Satan. Satan. Satan.
Keep it going, boys.
Hey, Rambo.
My class isn't for posers.
This is aerobics; it's serious.
Billy Idol's the truth, man.
Grapevining in full combat gear, that's a choice.
I'm training.
You gotta stay ready.
The world's a shit place.
- And everyone's gone soft. - Look.
I'm just saying, if you're really trying to make a move,
you'd have something more studly than a Buck 119 in your holster.
Bubble Gum Barbie's into blades?
Montana, what's with this metal shit?
I'm trying to get shredded, okay?
Why can't you play something fun, like Cyndi Lauper?
Suck it, Rod, hard.
Suck it hard.
Everybody else down!
Wow. You know what? I'm-I'm telling Rudy.
- Rock and roll is dead. - Get on the floor!
- Bitch! - Fuck you!
Love you, too, baby!
You know what? I'm-I'm telling Rudy.
Suck it, Rod, suck it hard.
You like my surprise?
You did this?
I didn't like how he talked to you.
Or his lack of appreciation for Billy.
And rock and roll in general.
That's the most fucked up thing anyone's ever done for me.
That's... so...
hot.
We can't leave that there.
I got a class at 7:00 in the morning.
Don't worry, baby.
I know how to clean up messes.
I was a janitor once.
Have you killed a lot of people?
Would you kill me?
No.
Would you kill for me?
You gotta ask?
There's this girl.
She took away the only thing I ever cared about.
The only person who ever loved me.
My brother.
Sam was my everything.
He was Billy Idol-cool, but he had a heart of gold.
It wasn't even his damn wedding.
Joey was his roommate in college in Florida.
I never even knew the guy or Brooke.
But I know Brooke fucked my brother and lied.
And now he's dead.
Why does she get to live when he's gone?
Just tell me where she is.
She won't see any more sunrises after I find her.
Promise me she'll suffer.
I want it to be painful.
I promise.
I do.
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Fuck.
Why the hell haven't you killed her yet?
I-I almost had her.
You need to get your shit together.
There's another killer running around,
- and if we don't get her... - Wait. Wh-What do you mean?
Jingles.
The Mr. Jingles?
He sliced up two guys right in front of me.
We need to get to Brooke first,
kill her, and get the hell out of here.
Two guys?
At the same time? Is he a ninja?
Ricky, you need to focus.
I need this, babe.
That bitch has got to pay for what she's done.
You're gonna be okay.
Here. Careful.
I don't feel so good.
Is this what dying feels like?
You're gonna be okay.
- Yeah. - Trevor knows what he's doing.
Oh, shit.
Chet. Chet. Chet.
- God, he's lost a lot of blood. - He's dead.
Not quite.
What are you doing?
It's epinephrine for, like, peanut allergies and shit.
It-It's, like, pure adrenaline.
You sure it's gonna work?
It's not gonna make him worse.
It didn't work.
Oh, my God!
What the fuck?
What just happened?
Feels like my heart's beating out of my chest.
At least it's beating there.
Oh, God.
We need Ray and Montana to get here with the cops now.
Ray's a choad.
He left me to die.
The cops are looking for him.
He told me he killed someone in college.
I thought making porn was bad.
- What? - What?
Nothing.
Oh, my God!
Porn! Blake!
The guy with the spike through his eye.
He-he drove here in his Cadillac.
The keys are still in the car.
It's parked right by the showers.
We have a way out!
Okay. Okay. Let's grab Margaret and Bertie,
a-and then we'll head to the car.
What if we're too late?
- All right, let's go. - Hey, no, no, no, no, no.
No.
Here.
Don't be an idiot.
You're way too messed up.
You lie low.
I'll go get Bertie.
I'll get Margaret.
Then we'll circle back around for you, okay?
We'll all meet at the car.
For protection.
- Margaret. - They're dead.
Jingles killed them.
He's here.
Jingles did this?
Come on. We have to get the fuck out of here.
- Language. - Fuck that.
This place is a killing field, Margaret. I mean, look.
Who knows how many more dead bodies
are out here in this camp?
Come on. There's a car by the showers.
Oh, no, I'm not going anywhere.
Did you hear what I just said?
There is a school bus full of eager campers
coming here at sunrise,
and they will be perfectly safe,
because I have a gun.
Okay. Okay, Margaret.
You know, I-I'm gonna go back to the real world now.
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Bertie.
Kitchen's closed, hon.
Unless you're looking for a little midnight snack.
Do you have any idea what's happening here?
Yeah. I'm making sandwiches.
Kids'll be here in a couple of hours.
They're gonna be suffering from acute homesickness.
And nothing cures acute homesickness
- like a bologna sandwich. - You don't understand!
We're all gonna die.
He's slaughtering everyone like dogs.
What is it about this place
that makes everybody see the bogeyman?
Calm down, take a breath.
I am gonna heat you up some Swiss Miss.
No, Bertie. Jesus Christ.
You got to listen to me, okay?
It's him.
Benjamin.
Well, what are you doing here?
I-I didn't know they let you out.
They didn't.
All the same, it's...
nice to see you in my canteen again.
I'll bet you're hungry.
Why don't you sit down? I'll fix you something.
Peanut butter and jelly, right?
I was just about to start making those.
I never forget a sandwich order.
Why'd you come back?
When Margaret told me she was reopening this place,
I thought she'd lost her mind.
I mean, who the hell wants to relive that night?
And then it hit me.
She was still living it.
That horrible past was her prison.
And if coming back here is
what she needs to finally turn the page, I wanted to be there for her.
She was a weird kid, but...
she always meant well, far as I could tell.
We can't fix what's already done.
But we always got a say in what happens next.
You always hated the crust.
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Hello?
Hello!
Help!
I knew you'd go left.
Textbook victim mentality,
seeking safety in numbers.
The other path would have led to the road.
You'd have been home free.
Actually, no.
I set bear traps there, too, so, same result.
- Rita, why?! - Not my name.
I told you.
I'm not the nurse.
I'm a psychologist.
After I set Jingles free,
I took Nurse Rita's place
so I could be with him here.
You brought Jingles here?
It's not what you think.
I'm doing this for science.
I've spent my life studying what makes men like Benjamin kill.
But there's only so much
that you can learn from a caged animal.
I needed to study an apex predator in the wild.
Will Jingles take up a life
that's served up to him on a silver platter?
Or does he need the thrill of the hunt before he kills?
You're hanging up here to answer that very important question.
Fuck your research!
You're nothing more than a killer, just like him!
I'm a scientist,
and you're my lab rat.
Victims of serial killers are overwhelmingly female.
Thank you for your sacrifice.
I promise you'll be remembered as a feminist hero.
Bertie.
I'm gonna go get help.
What is it?
No.
I, I can't.
Please.
Brooke?
Brooke, are you out here?
Guys!
Help!
- Brooke. - Help!
Brooke, are you out there?
Montana!
I'm over here! Help!
Brooke!
Montana.
- Oh, Montana! - How-how the...
did you get up here?
God, please, just get me down from here. Please!
Don't worry. You're gonna be okay.
- Fuck. - Hurry.
And look out for Rita.
Rita?
She's with Jingles. She set this whole thing up.
I mean, she's insane.
Damn it!
It won't give. What should I do?
Go get something sharp, something to cut this down.
I shouldn't leave you.
No, it's fine. Just go.
Brooke,
you're so brave.
I just want this to be over.
It will be, soon.
I promise.
Okay.
What are you making, Benji?
A present.
For me?
Just something to watch over you.
It's a bear.
They're strong, loyal.
They mate for life.
Oh, my God.
It's true love.
Looks like the two freaks found each other.
So cute.
I hate them so much.
They don't deserve to be here with you.
Are you my bear, Benji?
I'd do anything to protect you.
Satan. Satan. Satan.
What the hell are you doing?
Seeking guidance from the master
to point me towards the girl.
Your prayers have been answered.
- You found her? - She's fully helpless.
Good to go.
I need room to work.
There's no way I'm not watching her die.
Montana?
Montana.
You, little girl,
are as slippery as a handful of water.
Shit.
You really shouldn't have crashed this party, man.
Now I'm gonna have to kill you.
A campfire legend
in the goddamn flesh!
You don't want to do this.
Oh, but I do.
I-I do.
The blood you've spilled at this place...
it's eternal.
See, that-that's the thing.
Your reputation's solid.
Set in stone.
And I'm still trying to build something here.
No matter which way you slice it, Mr. Jingles lives forever.
Now it's my turn.
I don't know who the hell you are,
but you sure as shit ain't Rita.
I saw that nurse... the one you hog-tied
and left in the boathouse.
You fucking bitch!
Almighty God,
I am no stranger to your mercy.
14 years ago
I vowed in a baptism of blood
to give you my devotion
and follow wherever you may lead.
I reopened this camp
to revel in the glory of your light.
To walk the straight and narrow path.
But darkness has descended.
Give me the strength
to do thy will.
Benji?
You're the answer to my prayer.
Why did you come back here?
Finish what I started.
What you started?
You poor man.
You never had a chance.
I-It wasn't me. I didn't hurt them.
It wasn't me.
Of course it was.
You're delusional, Benjamin.
You've lost your sense of reality.
The things that you were exposed to in the jungle...
Your memory can't be trusted.
You may not know what you are...
but I do.
Whatever they did to you, it made you forget.
No. You were there.
You saw me. You told 'em.
I was the killer.
You've forgotten everything, haven't you?
Like you forgot your promise.
You told me you'd stop them.
You were going to protect me,
but you were too weak.
You didn't do a thing.
And they kept at it.
Every day.
Bullying me.
Making my life miserable.
Do it.
Oh, no.
Okay. Who am I now?
You guys...
it is 8:30.
Our curfew is 8:00 p.m.
You have to go to sleep.
You don't understand.
I'll be really tired in the morning.
So I made it stop.
Margaret.
No.
It was me.
The ears from the war.
- That was me. - Yes.
The stories about you in Vietnam...
it was too good. I had to use that.
And I made you keep your promise.
You finally protected me
when you took the fall.
Do you understand now, Benji?
What happened in 1970...
it was me.
No.
No, it was me.
It was me.
I tried to put it behind me.
I thought I could come back here and do some good.
You know, maybe be an example for the kids, but then...
Well, then you showed up and made sure that could never happen.
Do you see now?
Benji, we've come full circle.
You did this.
You told the world that I was the killer. You...
had me locked away in that asylum.
I was tortured with electricity,
shot up with drugs
till I believed...
what you said I was.
And now...
you tell me
that I was never that.
Well, fuck you, Margaret.
I am the monster that you made me.
No.
You were just a guy
who was in the wrong place at the right time.
What was that?
Margaret.
She said she had a gun.
Wait. Shh. What is that?
Oh, Jesus, Montana.
You look fucking gorgeous.
Where have you been?
Looking for Brooke.
We got separated.
Did you hear those gunshots?
Yeah.
I think Margaret's in trouble.
I got to go back for her.
Take Chet.
He knows where a car is.
I'll meet you guys there, okay?
I'll miss you.
You look like shit.
Well, I've never felt better.
Okay. Here we go.
You were always so sweet to me.
And now I get to lay my sins upon you one more time.
Margaret! Margaret!
Thank God.
You're okay.
Shit. Holy shit, you did it.
You actually killed him.
Right after he killed you.
What?
Oh, that feels so good.
I haven't done that in 14 years.
Oh, it's so strange.
Benjamin and I lost sight of who we really are,
but the balance is now restored.
God has given me the strength
to accept my true self.
Please.
It was never me.
Xavier.
What happened to you?
It was Jingles.
He was j-just here.
Where?
Right here.
Okay, never mind. We-we have to go.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
That was our way out.
- Where did you go? - Look. I'm so sorry.
I went back to get you, but you were gone.
It's okay. What happened?
It was on fire when we got here.
It was so awful.
Jingles was attacking me.
I thought I was dead.
And Trevor...
He was so brave.
Jingles killed him.
Satan. Satan. satan.
Satan. Satan. Satan.
Satan. Satan. Satan. Satan. Satan. Satan
Satan. Satan. Satan.
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