JENNA: I never liked camp. CLAY: Why?
Bad food, bugs, cheap toilet paper.
Know what? Wait. Maybe we should check these cabins out, you know?
- Sure. - Come on.
CLAY: Let's just check out this last cabin, then we'll head back.
Come on.
You really should call the police.
CLAY: I've already called. They're not looking for her anymore.
No one is, except for me.
Then they should look harder because...
Oh! Ow.
- You all right? - I'm okay, I'm okay.
CLAY: You sure? - Yeah.
CLAY: Let's get out of here.
Watch your step.
Give me a sec, I gotta change out my batteries.
[ RUSTLING ]
- Someone's coming. - Oh, shit. Let's go.
Oh, my God.
CLAY: Where's he going?
- Oh, my God. We gotta go. - Shh.
- I gotta follow him. JENNA: He had a dead body.
- We gotta go. We gotta warn my friends. - Okay, okay.
[ METAL CLANKS ]
[ BELLS RING ]
CLAY: You okay? JENNA: Yeah.
What is that?
Help!
Come on, let's go.
- Yeah. - Let's go.
Help me!
[ WAILING ]
Help me!
Help!
Help me!
[ WOMAN SCREAMS ]
No. No.
[ YELLING ]
[ SOBBING ]
[ SCREAMING ]
Please don't hurt me.
It's okay.
Jason.
It's okay.
[ DOOR SLAMS ]
Clay.
CLAY: Shit.
Come on.
[ CREAKING ]
Shit.
- This way. Come on. - Okay.
[ SCREAMS ]
[ LYRICS BORN'S "I LIKE IT, I LO VE IT" PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS ]
In my next life...
...I wanna come back...
...as one of the buttons on the ass pocket of her jean shorts.
- Just go over there and fucking talk to her. - Are you kidding me?
I have a better shot at fucking a penguin than that girl.
- Let's light this bad boy. - Great.
Here we go.
Yes.
CHEWIE: Hey.
Here's to Daddy's shoes and fucking douche bags.
- Let's just all be one big happy cliché. - Yes.
Dude, what the fuck? Please, try not to burn down my house.
Did you forget how to drink that?
Just bring it to your lips...
...blow...
...and suck.
- You're really good at that. - Mm-hm.
[ SIZZLES ]
[ SCREAMS ]
Fuck, dude! You just broke my dad's fucking chair.
CHEWIE: My fucking lip, man.
I don't care about your fucking lip. This is a family heirloom.
CHEWIE: Oh, shit. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. - Fuck!
I just... No, I can fix this. I just need some tools.
- He can fix it. - You better pull some MacGyver shit.
All right, go to the toolshed. It's down the path.
Yeah, okay. I'm just... Trent, I'm sorry, man.
You won't be disappointed.
They don't call me "wood wizard" because I masturbate.
Grab a flashlight, you fucking idiot.
Thanks.
Forget about it. He'll fix it.
Let's go finish this.
That's a ugly fucking chair anyway.
CHEWIE: My name is Trent. My daddy bent me over this chair...
...and beat me when I was little, so you need to fix it.
Hey, now.
Yes.
[ LAUGHS ]
You people are rich.
Holy crap.
Poor people call this a house. Jesus Christ.
You have never used this shit.
Fucking douche bag. Skis. What the fuck?
Ha! Ha!
"Lagavulin, product of Scotland."
Oh.
That just smells like money.
I knew there was a reason to be your friend, Trent.
More? Oh, absolutely. No... All right, you don't have to force it on me.
Fuck.
You can grease wheels with this shit.
That's payment for being a douche bag.
Okay.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, wow. Your tits are stupendous.
Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?
That's what I do.
TRENT: Yeah, they can go. Take off my pants.
They can go.
[ JIMMY GRESHAM'S "NO WAY TO STOP IT" PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS ]
Oh, man.
All right. Let's see what you've got.
All right, give me something, baby. What you got for me? Give me something.
Goddamn. Not even a swimsuit? Shit.
Goddamn winter catalog.
Oh, okay.
Gonna have to do.
Lady, I'm about to ruin your perfect day.
All right.
Shit. You scared the piss out of me.
Where is everybody? There's a guy out there carrying a dead body.
CLAY: Jenna, where's the phone?
I don't know. Over there?
You fucking with me because I'm high? That's not cool. I just finished smoking.
CLAY: Where's the phone?
Hi, I want to report a homicide.
Clay Miller.
Yeah, I'm at a house by Crystal Lake. It's...
Yeah, that's it. Hurry.
They said they're sending someone.
- Police? CLAY: Yeah.
- Where is everybody else? - I don't know. I've been here all day.
Chelsea and Nolan left, like, hours ago to the lake.
- Well, what about Trent? Bree? - They're in the bedroom.
[ SANTOGOLD'S "SHO VE IT (FEATURING SPANK ROCK)" PLAYING O VER SPEAKERS ]
[ MO ANING ]
- Your tits are fucking just... - I know.
...so juicy, dude.
You got perfect nipple placement, baby.
This better not go on the fucking Internet.
You should win in a fucking titty contest.
Trent, Bree. You guys in there?
Trent! Bree!
Shut the fuck up!
JENNA: Get out here!
They're just fucking with us.
[ POUNDING ON DOOR ]
- Ignore her. JENNA: Come on, guys.
Get out here. There's a guy out there.
TRENT: We're busy in here, baby. - Trent.
[ MO ANING ]
Yeah.
Okay. All right, Trent. Let me educate you.
You ever seen a crossover before, huh? I'm gonna show you right now.
I'll bet you never... Whoa. Ow.
Jesus.
Hey.
Now, this is a man's sport.
You're even curved to the left, like my penis.
Okay, it's overtime. Line change.
Chewie's on the ice.
Send the puck around the back of the net. Here we go. Pass back to the middle. Oh!
Oh, my...
No, no, no.
Shit.
Oh, God. You scared the shit out of me, bro.
Are you looking for this?
Because it completes your outfit.
Oh, fuck.
What the fuck? Oh, Jesus.
[ GRUNTING ]
No.
[ THUDS ]
Oh, my God, baby. Getting close.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I got eight seconds, then I'm going.
Oh, God.
[ MOANING ]
Oh, God.
I'm going soon. I'm going.
[ BOTH GRUNT ]
No.
[ MUFFLED SCREAMING ]
That was...
Stupendous?
[ LAUGHS ]
To say the least, yeah.
TRENT: Who's messing with the lights? - Oh, shit. Chewie's still out there.
- Phone's dead. Do you have a cell? JENNA: Nothing has a signal.
What are you doing here?
JENNA: Trent... - Get the fuck out, buddy.
- Easy. - He's just trying to help us.
You leave with this guy for eight hours, fucking all over the woods?
You know what? Why don't both of you just get the fuck out?
- There's a bigger problem... - Shut up.
Are you serious? There is a killer out there.
He's the one who cut the lights.
Trent, don't you get it? Chelsea and Nolan never came back.
Lawrence, what are you doing?
My boy's still out there. I'm gonna go get him.
No, man. Don't go out there. Please.
Look, I told, all right? You can't get a handle on me.
I'll surprise you every time.
Chewie?
Hey, Chewie?
Chew, you in there?
Chewie?
Chewie, you in here?
Oh, fuck.
Get the fuck off me.
Take that, motherfucker.
[ SCREAMING ]
Guys, this is bullshit. The power goes out here all the time.
[ LAWRENCE SCREAMING ]
LAWRENCE: Help me!
Help! Help me!
Please, help me.
- Lawrence. - No, no, no. You can't go out there.
- We have to help him. CLAY: No, we can't.
He's using your friend as bait. He wants us to go out.
Well, you don't know that.
Jesus, where are the police?
LAWRENCE: I can't move.
- Help me! JENNA: We have to help him.
LAWRENCE: I can't die like this.
Help me, please. Trent.
Somebody, help.
Oh, my God, please.
I can't fucking...
Somebody's gotta do something!
Please.
[ SCREAMS ]
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
[ SOBBING ]
Everyone's gonna be okay, all right? The cops are on their way.
What are you doing?
Trent.
[ MUFFLED SCREAMING ]
Jenna?
[ KNOCKING ]
[ GASPS ]
Police.
- Oh, thank God. CLAY: Go, go.
Police, open up.
CLAY: Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Go, go, go. JENNA: Oh, my God.
CLAY: Get the door.
Okay. Shit.
- What are you doing? Is he inside? - He killed the cop.
What the fuck, you got a gun? Let's go now.
Jesus! What are you doing?
Give me the gun.
Someone's in there.
Check it out.
Bree's dead. He killed Bree.
Come on.
There's no gun, no keys, nothing. Let's go.
Where are the keys?
- Help! We got officers down. - My keys are gone. Where are my keys?
Hey, Jenna, fuck this guy. Let's get out of here.
[ SCREAMING ]
Go. Go. Go, go, go! Jesus.
JENNA: Oh, my God.
Shit. Where the fuck are you, gun?
Fuck.
Fuck it.
[ YELLS ]
[ ENGINE SPUTTERING ]
- Oh, my God, that's Chelsea. - We gotta keep moving. Go.
All right, this way.
CLAY: Come on. JENNA: Okay.
[ FOOTSTEPS ]
Help!
CLAY: Shh.
- What was that? WHITNEY: Let me out!
JENNA: Oh, my God. CLAY: What the fuck?
Help me!
Help me.
This way.
WHITNEY: Clay? - Whitney. Whitney.
WHITNEY: Oh, God, Clay. CLAY: Thank God.
Are you okay? You okay? Thank God.
- Are you okay? WHITNEY: Yeah.
You're okay. You're okay. Okay. You're okay?
Oh, God.
- Okay. WHITNEY: Just get me out of here.
CLAY: Fuck.
- Come on, you guys, let's go. - Can you break it?
- No, just break it, just break it. - Okay.
Yeah, just go. Go. Just fucking do it.
- Hold still. Hold your hands. - Hurry up, hurry.
Do it. Fucking do it.
- We gotta get out of here. - I don't wanna hit you.
- Just fucking do it. - Okay, okay.
Hurry.
Oh, God.
Holy shit.
Okay, okay, okay.
You guys, I can see him. He's coming.
- What? JENNA: We gotta go.
- Grab onto me. Grab onto me. JENNA: Let's go. Come on, hurry.
Go, go, go.
Go. Come on.
CLAY: Go. Go.
WHITNEY: It's a dead end.
What are we gonna do?
Clay?
Hurry.
CLAY: Here. Here.
Come on, we can get through here.
Follow me.
JENNA: Go, go, go. CLAY: It's safe, guys.
Give me your hand, Jenna. Come on, hurry.
Give me your hand. Okay. I got you.
Oh, my... Fuck. Jesus, God, no.
- Oh, God. Clay. Clay. - No. No.
- Oh, fuck. - Oh, God. Oh, God. Clay.
WHITNEY: Come on, we gotta go.
Look. I think this might be a way out.
CLAY: All right. Let's go. Come on. Hurry.
Let's go. Watch out.
Come on.
WHITNEY: Hurry. - Damn it. It's stuck.
WHITNEY: Come on, come on.
CLAY: Come on. - Hurry.
Give me your hand. Give me your hand. Give me your hand. Okay.
On three. One... Come on.
- Run. Whitney, get... - Clay! Clay! Clay!
Stop it!
No!
Clay! Clay!
Shit. Shit.
Fuck you.
No, no, no!
[ SCREAMING ]
CLAY: Whitney!
- Whitney. WHITNEY: Clay. Clay!
Come on.
Hurry.
Come on.
Hide.
Shit, fuck.
[ WHIRRING ]
Jason.
It's okay.
You can stop now.
It's okay.
Jason.
Say hi to Mommy...
...in hell.
[ SCREAMS ]
[ ENGLISH SDH ]