Help!
I need to find Farah.
Let's just get out of here.
- Basement. - Seriously?
That's where she'll be. It's safe.
Okay. Ready?
Let's go. Let's go.
I don't want to die.
You're not gonna die. Get down here!
- No, we'll be trapped down there. - We can barricade the doors!
No!
Stef!
Help me!
- Let him go! - Help me, Blake!
Help me, Blake!
Help me, Blake! Help me!
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Oh, my God!
What the hell happened to her?
She was hung up in a tree by her feet.
She had a bag put over her head.
Her neck was slit and the bag was filled with blood.
She drowned in her own blood?
We left her out there at his mercy.
What are you doing?
- Put the gun down. - No way.
One of you is a killer.
- We're not the killer! - Shut the hell up, Shirley.
Don't talk to her like that!
Enough!
I don't want to hear it!
I am done playing nice guy!
Farah.
Hey, it's me.
Farah.
Farah?
Farah.
It's me.
It's me. Hey, it's okay.
It's me, it's me. Come here. It's okay.
Come here, I got you.
I got you, okay? You're okay.
You're okay. It's okay.
Is he gone?
No?
It's okay. Listen, listen, listen, listen, hey.
He's not gonna hurt you.
I'm not gonna let him hurt you, I promise.
- What are we gonna do? - We're gonna get out of here.
We're gonna get out of here.
I'm gonna need your phone. We gotta call the cops.
Alright?
It's in my purse. Upstairs.
Shit. Okay, okay, okay.
Look at me. Look at me.
He's gonna get down here at some point.
I don't know when.
We gotta get out of here, okay?
Yeah, yeah. Listen.
You can do this.
I'm right here, I'm right here.
I'm right here.
I'm not going anywhere.
Okay. Okay. Come on. Okay.
I got you. Come on.
Oh, my God...
Let's get out.
Help, help! Help, help, help!
Help, help, help!
Angelica!
Wait! No, no, no, no, no, no!
- She's not gonna make it. - We can't leave her!
My Shirley,
boiling chefs to death and ripping out a woman's heart?
You're clearly out of your goddamn mind.
I suspect each and every one of you.
How long have you been planning this?
I got to admit, I was a little shocked
to find out that this was happening to me again.
But...
JP's gun has provided a little bit of clarity.
We're all in shock.
Even us first timers.
I don't know why you think you're special.
Because I've been through this shit before, Andy!
Because I know at least one of you is a murderer.
You think I wanted to come to this freak show?
Ruby begged me, she paid me a fortune,
and I only said yes a couple days ago,
and I didn't have time to plan anything.
And I wouldn't have because I'm not insane.
- You all have motivations. - No, I don't.
Blake, I don't, I don't.
Me either.
We didn't know you people from Adam
before we turned down that road.
Paige, look.
You're a frustrated...
failed scream queen
who believes that the movies made about the murders
are cause for everything wrong in your life.
How does that make me a killer?
Well, gee, I don't know.
Maybe take out the people responsible
for keeping those murders alive.
Suddenly, your infamy goes away.
That's the most convoluted motivation I've ever heard, and Blake...
You know me.
Not the scream queen me, the real me.
Do I seem at all like a real killer?
Really?
Honestly, no.
That's why it's a good cover.
And then we have the professor here.
A genius. Tell me...
how fucked up does a guy have to be
to write an entire PhD about a famous mass murderer
and never shut up about it?
You just drone on and on endlessly.
You're an obsessive
who one day decided that he just had to know.
He had to study it all the way to actual murder.
Please. Please.
And then we got Floyd and Shirley.
- Oh, here we go. - Yeah, here we go.
You two show up here out of nowhere.
- You saw that storm. We had no choice. - I don't buy that.
Not for one second. I mean, Floyd...
You're a hunter, right?
You basically bragged about it.
You have a temper that you can barely keep a lid on.
We've all seen it.
Crow.
He told me about how you threatened him
out in the woods!
I did not. Andy was there.
Crow told me that, too! I-it was before I arrived.
Thanks, buddy.
What happened to Crow?
Right. Right.
Nails hammered into his skull.
Does that sound familiar?
And Shirley...
you're smart.
You seem... likable.
But you're with Floyd, so unfortunately,
there must be something seriously wrong with you.
Oh, eat me.
I don't buy your sweet little retiree RV act.
- I think you're full of shit. - But what you believe
- is enough to execute us - No, no, no.
- without any actual proof? - No, no, no, no.
What I know is that I have four
highly-motivated potential killers
sitting right in front of me.
And the only person that I know for a fact
is innocent here...
is me.
But I don't know that.
Anyone else here know that?
So, other than your word,
how do we know that you're not the psycho
who's been taking us out one by one?
Because I could kill all of you right now if I wanted to!
Wake up!
Look, look, look, Blake... Blake's not wrong.
No, it has to be one of us.
Just as long as it's not you, right?
I bet you'd love to help him decide.
No, I don't need any help.
Right, but you do need proof.
Exactly.
You're basing everything on feelings.
If someone's mean, they're the killer.
If they're too nice, you don't believe them.
You don't know any of that for sure.
Which is why doing this this way is wrong.
- It is insane, is what it is. - No, it's not insane!
It totally makes sense.
There's no boogeyman hiding out in the woods,
the call is coming from inside the house.
But Blake, please. Please, you're scared.
And guessing just as much as we are.
Maybe.
But I have to do something.
Because you know what?
You know what every knife wound that I have,
you know what every scar reminds me of,
is that the only way to proceed
is if it's every man for himself.
Because it is.
It always has been.
Please help me.
Is it bad?
No, you're gonna be fine.
You're gonna be fine.
You're gonna be fine. Okay? Just...
Get it out.
Please. Get it out.
I don't think that we should, right?
- Get it out. - Just one step at a time, okay?
Please get it out!
Pull it out of me!
No! No!
I don't feel...
- You can make it. - I...
You can make it.
Stay with me, Angelica.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Should have left it in...
You couldn't, though.
I should've left it in.
I got you. Hey, hey, hey. It's ok.
I'm just gonna put her here, okay?
Why did I do that?
- Farah. Farah. - I didn't...
It's gonna be okay.
It's close. It's close.
Under the bed. Go, go!
Hey, hey. Don't look at her. Don't look at her.
How can you be so calm?
Because I want us to get out of here.
We're gonna die.
No.
We're gonna make it out alive.
Everything's gonna be okay.
Everyone is dead.
We're gonna survive this.
We are gonna live...
long, and happy, and beautiful lives together.
We're gonna get home, we're gonna get married,
be in love, and have kids.
Married?
You really want to?
Yeah.
All I want is to be with you,
forever and ever.
Police! Open up!
Let's go. Let's go.
Open up! Police!
Drop the knife!
Drop the knife or I'll shoot!
You two! Stay there!
Kevlar.
Oh, my God. Come on.
Come on!
Come on, come on, come on.
He's coming, he's coming! He's coming!
- He's coming! - Where the hell are the keys?!
He's right there!
Lock it!
We're trapped.
- He can't get in. - We're trapped.
***
Oh, shit!
Blake. Blake, what are you gonna do?
You're not gonna just kill us, right?
I'm gonna get one of you to confess.
How?
Floyd's gonna explain it all.
What the hell is your thing with me, man?
Is it just cause I-I don't talk or dress like any of you, or...
- is it because I made you cry? - No.
No, simpler than that.
You're the most dangerous person here by far,
and most likely to hurt everybody else, so...
confess and you'll save everybody else.
You're the maniac here.
You're the one who's got four innocent people
tied up to chairs, waving a gun around.
- What the hell have I done? - Exactly.
Tell me. I'm all ears.
Why would I marry a killer?
Yeah, what kind of killer drives around
with his middle-aged wife and an old RV?
Killing duos. You wouldn't be the first.
I can't confess to something I didn't do.
You sure about that?
Okay.
- What are you gonna do with that? - Blake...
Oh, Jesus. Blake.
Fuck!
Stop! Stop! Please!
He's not the killer and neither am I!
- Stop! - Blake, come on, stop!
Please!
Please, Blake, don't!
- Don't, don't! - I don't want to do this.
Stop!
Oh, come on, man, Jesus!
I'm not... I'm not a torturer.
Oh, you could've fooled me.
But I'm not gonna do this all night.
So, confess...
and it stops.
- I didn't kill anyone! - Blake!
What are you doing?
What, some sick process of elimination
of people you're not even sure about?
- This isn't you! - No, it's not you.
You're a good person, just like all of us.
J-just pushed to the edge, and just...
Floyd! Please!
He's as scared as the rest of us and it just comes out in anger!
Are you ready to confess?
I can't!
Look at me.
Oh, fuck...
Admit it.
Admit you're the killer.
- Please, please, please. - Admit it!
Man, I'm t...
I'm just a simple, hard-working guy
just trying to have a cornball retirement
with my old lady, I...
Just please, please.
Please.
Thank you.
How did you do it, Adriana?
How did you run all around the world...
banging serial killers?
I mean, where'd you find the crazy guts for that, huh?
I mean, you...
you trusted those people with your life.
I can't even kill one.
Get out!
It's locked!
Please!
Don't touch me!
Oh, my God!
Go, go!
Come on.
Run! Run, Farah!
We have to get out of here before Blake
gets the guts to use that gun.
I don't think he'll do it.
Oh, really? You don't?
The guy just broke the Geneva Convention on me
with that little old knife of his?
The guy who's probably been killing everybody this weekend?
Can you reach my back pocket?
I think I can. Why?
I have a pen knife in there. I took it for protection.
- Oh, yeah, I see it. I see it. - Okay.
Okay.
- Don't drop it. - I got it. Here.
- Don't drop it. Don't drop it. - No, I got it.
You got it? Okay, hand it to me.
Okay, I got it, I got it.
It's open.
All right.
Pressure.
One of them did this to you.
Killing them is gonna prevent that from happening to me.
That's the only way to survive.
Right?
So...
I should just do it.
Yeah.
Okay.
Have you had time to rethink things?
Look. Floyd and I saved up our whole lives for this trip.
We didn't want to be here.
No, sir.
I wish to God we'd never driven to this awful place.
We should've taken our chances out on the road.
We don't want to be here. We never did.
We suffered just as much as you and everyone else here,
and we didn't even get a stupid invite!
Don't punish us for that!
What are you gonna do after you kill Floyd?
Just move on to one of us until someone's stupid enough
to say they did it? And then what?
Just kill them, too?
Blake.
The silent shit...
That's scary.
Do you hear that?
Does she sound like a killer to you?
Do any of us?
I'm just here to pay my rent.
I wanted nothing to do with this place and those awful murders.
I wanted to put it all behind me, and I started to.
And I'm a prof, Blake.
I'm a... writer.
My life is boring, and I like it that way.
How the hell am I supposed to be the killer
when Kawayan and I fought him off?
Did I slice myself? It...
It doesn't make any sense.
Yeah. You've...
you've all got a lot of really, really, really good excuses.
They're not excuses.
Have you been drinking?
Just, like, half a bottle of vodka.
Perfect.
Look, you sleep it off, man, okay?
Think things through when you're in a better headspace.
Yeah, or... or, Blake...
Why don't you just leave us here?
We can stay tied up, and... and you can go.
Yeah, go, go, go. Go get the police.
Please.
You really think the police can do anything?
Look, look.
Police didn't help me.
No, I did.
On my own.
And that's what none of you seem to... get.
Is that...
all of you so-called experts...
none of you have actually lived it.
It's awful, what's happened to you.
It is, but you can't go through life
distrusting everybody.
Crow.
JP.
Ruby. Adriana.
Each time...
we were completely sure that one of them was the killer.
And each time,
we were wrong.
And wh-what if you're wrong now?
What if the killer is someone out there trying to get us?
Adriana was killed out there.
No, no, no, no. I don't, I don't...
No, obviously, I'm not...
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done trying to... trying to figure it out.
I can't and I don't know.
No, I am not going to wait until tomorrow,
until my head is screwed on straight.
No, I'm not going to wait until the police get here.
Because all we have
is what is happening right now,
right in front of us.
And I have to take action.
- No, no, no. - No, no.
- No! No! - No, no, Blake. No.
- Okay, please, Blake, no! - No.
Blake, you're not a murderer! You're not!
None of you know a thing about me.
- Stay away from us! - The cops are on their way. Just give up!
Do something!
Blake!
Leave us alone!
You're...
You don't know who I am?
- I don't remember. - Oh, that figures.
Big frat brains can't remember the lowly pledges
that sucked up to 'em at rush.
- There are a lot of pledges... - Bro!
There were 12 of us in the second to last cut!
I'm Cullen!
Yeah.
You remember me now.
Frat punching bag?
Guy who got hazed within an inch of my life?
On your orders?
- I didn't... - Spare me, you piece of shit!
You came up with all of it and set your frat boys on me
like a pack of rabid dogs!
They went too far. I know.
Oh, they? They! They, bro!
You!
And you and your goons, you told me to smile through it all.
Drew a big smile on my face every time you saw me!
With lipstick, with dog shit!
Smiles are carvings!
Ear to ear like some idiot who's just supposed to smile.
Even when I was naked. Even with the goat.
And even when you posted the videos and photos
everywhere online,
just to make sure you totally ruined
my whole damn life!
I had to leave school, you know.
Forever.
But that didn't help.
Because those photos and videos showed up everywhere.
My job, my family!
My life is over, asshole!
- I'm sorry. - Oh, it's over now, for sure.
No, hey.
- I'm sorry. - No, you're not.
You just want to live.
We'll do anything.
Yeah. We can... we can get those photos.
- We can get those photos. - Oh, it's too late for me!
No, no, no, no. Please. Please don't.
- Please! - Hey, hey, hey!
What do you want?
What do you want? Tell me.
What do you want? Just tell me.
A test...
like one of your stupid pledge trust falls.
Okay.
I'll do anything. Just say it. Say it.
Take Farah's place over here with my knife at your throat,
and I'll let her go.
Don't...
I'll kill her, instead.
You want to prove you're not the douchebag
dude bro that I think you are?
Hey, hey! Do the honorable thing.
Save your girlfriend's life.
She didn't treat anyone like shit.
- Please... - So?
What's it gonna be?
Blake? Blake.
I'm sorry.
No...
- Please. - I'm sorry.
- I fucking knew it. - Blake.
Blake!
Please!
Fuck you!
You screwed this up!
Just go, Blake!
He's out of bullets!
Get him!
He's getting away!
- Grab knives. - And jackets!
No, no, no, no, no. Spoke too soon.
He can hide out there so easily.
Let him.
Let him?
He's a total risk.
Is he, though?
Look at him.
He's bleeding like a stuck pig.
Look how he's dressed.
He'll die of hypothermia
if he doesn't bleed to death first.
Guaranteed.
If we make sure all other entrances
are locked and barred...
he's a dead man.
Down!
Down on the ground now!
- No, no, no. - Now!
It's not me!
It's not me.
No. He's upstairs.
- Where? - Second door on the right.
Everybody else is dead.
Upstairs.
He just disappeared into that patch of underbrush over there.
You okay?
I know he tried to kill us, but it's still so sad.
Yeah, he's as scared as we all are.
Well, excuse me if I don't feel the same way.
I know you must've been terrified, I'm sorry.
You guys lock everything down on your end?
Yeah. Seems pretty secure.
He's gonna have to break something to get in.
I don't think he's coming back.
He knows he's no match for the four of us.
Especially since its gun's blown its wad.
That's probably the last of him.
I'm... I'm ready to fall over.
And this poor guy wants some bandaging.
Take good care of this guy.
He took out the killer before we got here.
It hurts, it hurts.
It hurts so much.
It hurts.
Breathe. Breathe.
I should have saved her.
Should have saved her...
Hey.
You did what you could.
You get me?
I wish my daughter had a guy like you.
You're a damn hero.
And as the blood poured out of me,
I stabbed him.
Again and again...
Desperate to save Farah
and anyone else alive in that house.
But it wasn't enough.
I came to,
almost bleeding to death
and being told that I was a hero.
But how can I be a hero when I was too late?
When I am forever haunted by Farah
and the others that I couldn't save?
What good is being a hero
when you have a permanently
broken heart?
There are...
There are heroes all around us.
But what we can never forget
are all those poor victims
in every hero story.
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