[Woman Panting]
[panting continues]
[screaming]
[voices whispering, indistinct]
Someone's got it bad.
No, I don't.
It was just a summer thing. Hmm?
So why are you traveling 5,000 miles to see him?
It's not to see him.
I'm here just like the rest of you, you know?
To see Ireland, do shrooms.
Tara, I've known you all my life,
and I've never even seen you take an aspirin.
People change.
If your dad hears you've changed this much,
he's going to ground you
until you marry a nice Catholic boy.
Yeah, well, maybe he can't tell me what to do here.
[aircraft landing]
You know, I've never done shrooms before.
it's not going to fuck me up?
You can't fuck up what's already fucked.
Seriously, dude?
No, nobody's ever died from taking shrooms before.
They're all natural.
Besides, just imagine what steroids have done to you.
Be nice.
Bet she doesn't even trim.
Lisa.
Shoot!
The element of surprise.
Where's martial arts training there, Bruce Lee?
Ah, a momentary distraction caused by sinful thoughts.
Mm-hmm.
And I know what distraction.
I got my hi-yah.
Well, I got mine.
Death and Coma.
Pow.
Any sign of that vagabond boyfriend of yours?
He's not my boyfriend.
Yet.
You sure you don't mind us tagging along?
No. Jake and Troy have been planning this forever.
So where is he, then?
Maybe his horse and cart broke down.
Troy, you were in college, too.
How many classes do you remember
him being on time for?
One. It's chemistry.
Dude, you need your ride pimped.
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, what's up, brother?
Ah, man, you made it.
It's good to see you.
Good to see you, dude.
Hey. How you doing?
Good.
Hi! Hi, Lisa.
Hey, honey.
So, [speaking Gaelic], you Yankee junkie motherfuckers.
[Radio announcer] The worst of the bad weather has now passed.
Warnings of severe--
So, the story is I promise you gringos
the trip of a lifetime.
A shroom trip has to be outdoors,
at one with nature,
the right environment with the right people.
Then the trip's real smooth.
No one has the same trip.
Some people get spooked, some freak out,
so don't fight it.
You have to get into the trip
to get out of it.
So this is a fuck-it. Yeah.
Well, in America, we have bongs.
Maybe so, but do you have something called a fuck-it?
What the fuck are you talking about?
I don't know, but hey, fuck it.
Anyway, if I chose the mushroom,
we'll be concentrating the Liberty Cap,
aka the magic mushroom,
which has been known to give boundless energy,
visual hallucinations,
uncontrollable laughter, and profound wisdom.
[chuckles] We got Carlos Castaneda
sitting in the front seat. Who?
How can you tell they're the right ones?
They can be identified by the little nipples on the caps.
Ah. Stop.
And nothing that looks like a dick with balls, Bluto.
How do we take them? We brew the shrooms into a tea.
I don't drink tea.
This really looks like a wiener.
When in Rome...
Are you sure this is a good time to look for mushrooms?
No better. We'll have the whole park to ourselves.
Sure looks quiet out there.
Welcome to Ireland.
Do you guys have dogging in America? What's that?
Finally, we get something before you do. What?
We've got a notorious dogging scene up here.
Okay, what is it?
Well, couples go to remote country areas
to make out in their car,
and people come and watch them.
The couple flashes the light in the car three times.
That's the signal for the dogger to come and join in.
He drops trou, out comes the doo-dah.
They wind down the window. He slips it in.
The girl gives him a happy ending.
Cool. Shh! That's vile!
We went to convent school, remember?
I'm there. I'm Josh--
[brakes screech]
Shh...
Fuck. Yeah, fuck. It's blood.
All right, let's get out.
Tara, it wasn't your fault.
Oh, fuck, the van. Oh, Jesus.
Oh, My gosh. Tara, you couldn't help it.
Look like there's any dents?
Did you see it? Did you see it get out?
Wait. Shh.
What is it?
Oh, it's a fucking goat. Be careful.
Oh, my God.
Oh.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, the poor thing.
Maybe we should take it to a vet
and have it humanely destroyed.
Aah! Aah!
What the fuck are you doing?
That humane enough for you?
You are evil.
How would you like that done to you?
You guys, at least it's out of its misery.
What do they want?
That's their dinner.
Food. Good.
[snickering]
[grunt]
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo hoo!
Oh, my God.
What is this, the Island of Dr. Moreau?
I think that's what we call the indigenous people.
[whooping]
Cracker motherfuckers!
Shh! Shut the fuck up.
[laughing] What?
[whooping]
All right, then. First things first.
Rule number one: no mobile phones.
Wait. What?
Aw, I don't do that.
Guys, we're about to trip.
On trips, you hallucinate.
When you hallucinate, you call Mum,
claim there's a 20-foot toad
chasing you through the woods.
Or you end up calling the police
or the ambulance, you know?
In terms of unnecessary embarrassment,
you don't want access to a phone.
Besides, it upsets nature.
Right.
I'm lost without my cell.
That's why we're here, mate.
Man, that's like handing over my freedom.
You can be sheriff, then.
Good man.
Shit!
No tampons.
Wrong.
Thanks, Mom.
Don't worry. I didn't forget about you.
Candy.
The Way of the Tiger perfects the sixth sense.
I will strike every item before it hits the ground.
Okay, I wasn't ready.
So, uh, Holly, you and Troy?
What?
Don't you get freaked out by all that tiger stuff?
No. No, it's different.
It's part of his martial art.
Yeah. I need more.
Like he can stand on one foot for over an hour.
Yee-ha.
Mmm.
Yeah, well,
other things work like that, too.
Hey, Irish girls need to get laid, too.
That's all I'm saying.
[gasp]
All right already with the guidebook.
We're here to live life, not to read about it.
When my mom left, I was terrified
my dad was going to send me to a place like that.
I don't know. These guys seem like a lot of fun.
He's ignoring me.
Tara. I shouldn't have come.
You are here with Bluto.
Troy's here with Holly.
This is embarrassing.
We just got here. Just chill out.
For once in your life, let go.
Just take some shrooms and have fun.
Then we'll see what happens with Jake.
You think?
I know.
Okay. I'm in.
Good. Here.
You find them in little clusters,
and they can be identified
by the little nipples on their caps.
How do you know so much about this stuff?
When I was sent off to boarding school in England,
I used to get the shit kicked out of me most nights,
but this kind of stuff, they think you're cool,
and you get left alone and shit.
Fuck. They must be in season.
Are they dangerous?
Yeah, like nuclear dangerous.
These bad boys here with the black nipples,
these are the dreaded Death's Head fungi.
They only grow once every several seasons.
But they look just like the other ones.
Yeah, they're not.
So what if we ate them?
Basically, your heart explodes
along with your lungs and kidneys.
What are the properties?
If you live?
Yeah, if you live.
According to the ancient Irish Druids,
they believed it was like a portal
to another dimension.
They gave the ability to commune with the dead,
uncontrollable ferocity,
shape shifting,
and last but not least,
foresight-- the gift of premonition.
Let's go. We'd better warn the others.
[laughter]
[Holly] Bluto!
Wh-- No.
Bluto!
You've got a girlfriend, and I've got Troy.
Remember?
Come on, Holly.
Just have a little bit of fun, okay?
Lisa's being all stingy with me.
No, it's not fun to cheat on your girlfriend.
Ha ha! Yeah, it is.
[gasp]
[Holly] Wait. What was that?
It's nothing.
I don't like it here, okay?
Let's go find the others.
I was totally kidding.
I wouldn't hook up with you.
Tara!
What were you doing
far from the madding crowd?
[Jake] Tara!
God!
Tara!
Tara?
Tara. [grunt]
Tara.
No!
Tara, look at me. Tara.
Fuck. Tara!
Honey.
Shit.
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
Guys!
Troy!
[gasps]
[cough] Ah, Jesus.
Fucking hell.
[gasping, coughing]
Look at me.
Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.
No, I didn't.
Fuck. You okay? [muttering]
What were you doing?
Far from the madding crowd.
I knew you were going to come.
What?
I s-- I saw it.
Tara, these are lethal. You could have died.
I saw you.
I saw it.
You need to take it easy for a bit.
You'll survive with that in your system now.
You don't believe me.
Sure I do.
You-- Try to stand up.
You don't believe me.
Okay.
[Bluto howling]
I can see things. The future.
You need to drink a lot of water.
I just knew he was going to save me.
Drink.
Mmm.
But you don't understand.
I saw-- He kissed me.
I knew. I saw before--
Sleep. You'll feel much better when you wake up.
I just knew before...
♪ [lively jig]
[whooping]
[Lisa] I, uh, heard you guys had a moment.
She already likes you.
Now you save her life, too?
♪ [continues]
Whoo!
[Jake] Look, you know I don't want to hurt her.
You hurt her, and I will kill you.
[Jake] First of it, fermentation
will take away the sting and the icky taste.
Tomorrow, guys, we trip out.
All right. Yay. Woo-hoo!
So tell us a ghost story.
Yeah, Jake, tell us about the banshee.
Oh. Great idea.
Yeah.
[Bluto] Or the evil leprechauns.
Yeah, have you guys seen the movie
The Evil Leprechaun?
It is so scary. Not.
Look, banshees, leprechauns.
It's all shit to cream money
off dumb, sentimental Yanks like you.
It's just another toy's child, no such thing.
There's only one scary story in the world,
and you know what that is.
The true story, right?
Because if it's true,
you know it can happen to you, right?
So you know where this is going.
What?
[Bluto] Bwaah! Ha ha ha!
Go on.
Well, there's an abandoned house up here,
apparently not too far from where we are now.
It used to be a young offender center
called Glengarritt.
It was owned by this religious order,
kind of like the Christian Brothers.
They were known as, uh, the Black Knights of Khomkela.
Uh, these Black Knights were some nasty fuckers--
you know, nothing Christian about them.
Most of them ended up hereafter
doing all the missions-- all the hot spots--
the Sierra Leone, Liberia, and inner Congo, Rwanda,
and God knows what sights they'd seen
living amongst mass murderers and cannibals, what have you.
No. Stop.
Baby, baby. This is just--
I'll protect you. It's cool.
Fine. Go on.
Terrible things went on in the house
if you didn't abide by their rules.
I mean, they treated the kids like dogs, literally.
If a kid was bold, it wasn't milk and cookies.
He was banished to the kennels
to live with the vicious guard dogs.
[barking, snarling]
Well, legend had it
there was this one Black brother
who was a complete fucking sadist.
He put a 3-inch steel blade
into an old Irish fighting stick,
and he'd beat the kids with it.
He'd take the worst young offenders to the storeroom,
and he'd hang them and claim they committed suicide.
You know, maim others,
cut out the tongue of anyone that dared defy him.
Until this one day...
[rope creaking]
...there were these two young offenders, twins.
You know, they were difficult boys, but close.
They were caught throwing stones at the church.
The Black Brother scalded one's face
and made him wear a sack over his head
to hide the burns.
He then proceeded to hang his twin
and force him to watch his brother swing.
They christened him the Lonely Twin.
Ah, this kid, after everything he'd seen,
he had nothing but hate and anger inside of him.
He swore he'd have his revenge.
[panting]
So he went out,
and he picked 3 pounds of Death's Head shrooms,
and he put them into the Black Brother's soup pot.
Little did he know.
Now think about it.
All that sexual repression,
all that good old Catholic guilt
and violence unleashed.
[child screaming]
And what?
Yeah, come on. Spit it out.
There are 78 people who were massacred that night,
butchered beyond belief.
One survivor was found--
this feral kid who lived with the dogs.
Two bodies were never accounted for:
the Black Brother...
and the Lonely Twin.
They're said to roam the woods around here.
Jesus Christ, enough.
I wouldn't blaspheme if I were you.
Bernie took great offense to that.
Stop fucking with her, man.
I don't want to have nightmares.
Ah, seriously, strange things happen
up here around shroom season.
You know, reports of mysterious figures lurking in the woods,
people getting hit by stones
that seem to fly out of nowhere.
Some have even gone missing,
only for their bodies to turn up mutilated.
But always have one thing in common:
the injuries have been inflicted
by a 3-inch steel blade.
I don't like this story.
She's right, okay? Shut up.
That's--
Okay.
Great. Thanks for the heart attack in my sleep.
Yeah, thanks, Jake.
So I guess that concludes the story, right?
Yes, exactly. [Bluto] You got it.
It sure is. Women are scared.
Good night, Tara. You don't believe in that.
I don't care.
I got you.
Baby, we're not supposed to until tomorrow.
I know, but it's supposed to heighten the sexual experience tenfold.
Hmm. Hmm?
Hmm.
[giggling]
Hmm. Nasty.
Mmm.
Hmm. Mmm.
Ohh...
[both chuckling]
Shit.
What? What?
[whispering] There's someone there.
Oh, baby, there's nobody there.
It's the shrooms.
No, there was.
Shh.
That motherfucker!
Troy, don't go out there.
Bluto, get the fuck out here!
You peeping Tom motherfucker,
I know you were outside my tent, man.
No, but you're outside mine.
Do you see the steroids,
you fucking testosterone head?
Look what they do to you.
Don't, Troy. Why not?
You're going to get hurt.
It's okay. I know martial arts.
Oh, my God! Are you okay?
Shit. Sorry.
Broke my fucking nose! Fuck you!
God, are you okay?
You don't hit people in the face!
We were sleeping the whole time.
Like you're not going to say that.
You think he wanted a peek at your hairy stash?
You know what, bitch? At least my tits are real.
Oh, you want to play like that, Chewbacca?
I will rip that hair right off you.
Guys, chill out, really.
[panting]
Well, there was someone there.
[Jake] It was me.
I needed to take a piss.
I walked past your tent.
That's bullshit.
Tara? Yeah.
It's late. Everyone's tired.
Come on, lads. Make up.
Fuck you. Eat me.
Get away from me.
Listen, it wasn't me.
Oh, yeah? Well, who else was it, then?
Come on. You serious?
I'm so sick of this:
our bickering, the mood swings
when you go on those stupid steroids
and the fights and your pimply ass,
and most of all, your perverted behavior.
Okay.
We'll start doing it from the front.
Are you leaving, or am I?
Fuck!
You know, you're not so hot yourself.
What?
You fart in your sleep.
No, I don't.
[imitates fart]
Asshole.
Douche bag.
Tara.
You okay?
Yeah. I feel a little...drowsy,
like I got a concussion.
I knew something bad was going to happen.
Those Death's Head shrooms affected you.
You just need to get some rest.
I knew he was going to get hurt.
You took the blame.
Anything for a quiet life.
You were here the whole time.
Yeah, I know.
I think people got a little freaked
from the ghost story.
You mean true story.
No.
It's just a story.
You can't kid a kidder.
[growling]
Death sex.
No relationship.
I knew you were going to come.
[voices overlapping]
Strange things happen up here
around shroom season.
People go and...
[Woman screaming]
...are never accounted for.
...sent the men to hunt the woods--
[growling]
It was just a story.
[chomping sounds]
Hoo hoo!
[laughing]
Holy shit. [chuckles]
Oh, fuck.
[whispering voices]
[distant voices] Bluto!
Bluto.
Dang it.
Ha ha!
Hey, come back.
Hello!
[Male voice] Well, well, well.
Ha ha ha. You can talk.
That's because you're out of your mind.
You, uh, see a girl?
She went thataway.
Thanks.
Wouldn't do that if I were you.
Why not?
You know you're fucked.
Hee hee hee hee! Yes. I know.
I mean dead fucked.
Ah, you're just a fucking cow.
A fucking cow that can fucking talk.
I got to go.
Yeah. Bye-bye.
[retching]
[Women laughing]
Where you at, bitch?
Hello!
Hello.
Hoo hoo!
Doggers.
Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Oh, let me in, let me in!
Come on! Give me some.
Okay.
Now, you won't laugh at what I got, baby.
See that?
[window rolls down]
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
Oh, yeah. Oh!
Oh, my God. Yeah.
Yeah, baby girl.
[laughing] Oh, it's so soft and wet.
Uhh! Ahh...
[panting] Yeah.
What the fuck!
Hey.
Who's there?
[screaming]
[grunting]
[gasping]
[gasps]
Bluto?
Bluto!
[moo]
[Bluto] You can talk.
Yeah, but you're just a fucking cow.
Bluto.
We need to get back.
Where?
To Lisa.
Yeah.
Lisa.
You're tripping. It's not safe.
Cows can't talk.
No. Cows can't talk. Relax.
Yeah.
Relax.
No.
You relax.
Now sleep.
I want his balls in a sling.
[gasping]
Bluto!
He must have snuck out again.
That freak was talking to a cow?
He's tripping out of his mind.
He is so dead.
Hey, asshole, this isn't funny!
He's out of it.
He's playing games.
Look, I know you're pissed, okay?
But we got to find him.
Let him come down.
Then you can kick his ass.
Fine.
Bluto!
[shouting in distance] Shh. Listen.
[Troy] Get ready to party!
It's probably the guys. Let's go back.
I don't want to miss out on the fun.
Yes.
Mmm.
You're right, bro. These shrooms,
they're incredible.
[Holly laughing]
Is Bluto back?
I thought he was with you.
Want some breakfast?
A liquid visual breakfast.
I can't believe you guys started without us.
I want to find him. I had a dream.
Something bad happened to him.
It was just a dream.
[Lisa] Or a trip.
Something really shitty could have happened to Bluto.
Shit happens.
Honey, just find your neutral space.
I mean, Bluto's not on anyone's good books today.
He took most of the shrooms.
Look what he did to my hair.
I think it suits you.
Oh, do you? Yeah.
You think it suits me?
Yeah. Do you?
[mocking laugh]
Give me some of that.
Lisa, what are you doing?
There's nothing else to do.
Fucking girl, he's an asshole.
Oh, this is great.
I'd accounted for six people,
so it's my conclusion
Bluto's having force ten visual hallucinations.
I don't think he's emotionally equipped for that.
Look at these. Jesus, it gets better.
Will you listen to me now?
Oh, we've got the cell phones in the car.
We can call somebody.
He took the phones.
What a dick-face.
What if there's an emergency?
Guess we're fucked.
[Tara] Bluto!
So you know it wasn't me
outside your tent last night.
Yeah, I know.
Bluto!
I don't think it was Bluto, either, though.
He's a prick, but I feel like if he did something like that,
you know, he would have bragged about it.
If it wasn't me and it wasn't him, who was it?
That's the question, isn't it?
Bluto!
It's probably those inbred goat herders
from yesterday.
Yeah.
Bluto!
We're walking in circles,
and where are the guys?
Behind us.
Where?
I don't know.
Oh, sugar.
Wrong shoes.
Shut up.
Bluto!
[creaking]
There's somebody there.
Hello!
Where? I don't see anything.
They're right over there. Hello!
[screaming]
[growling]
[voices]
It's coming. It's coming.
It's coming! Run!
Wait. What?
What is it?
What did you see?
Tara!
What did you see?
Were you tripping that hard?
I don't know.
Don't tell me it was some crazy backwoodsman
or something, Tara.
It wasn't.
What, you know?
Who was it?
I'm not sure, but--
but it-- he was in all black,
and he was from the dream I had.
In a dream?
You have us nearly having cardiacs
because of something you saw in a dream?
That killed Bluto.
Tara, that's fucked up.
We need to get out of here.
I wish I hadn't taken those shrooms.
Tara.
You asked, Lisa.
You said he was dead.
In the dream.
You're freaking me out.
Look, I overdosed on the heroin of shrooms.
I don't know what's going on in my head,
what's real and what's not,
but I'm seeing things before they happen.
What do you mean?
I want this to stop.
We need to call the police.
She's right.
Yeah, well, if you see any,
tell them sorry we didn't call them any sooner,
but Bluto stole our fucking cell phones!
You see this frog come?
It's as trippy as shit, man.
Tara!
You're going to need a sniffer dog
to find anybody out here, man.
They have to be close.
[Tara] Bluto!
You hear that?
Yeah.
Bluto!
Oh, my feet are killing me.
Dolce & Gabbana are hardly adequate outdoor footwear.
Maybe if you took better care of yourself,
your boyfriend wouldn't have to check me out
every time you turn your back.
Oh!
You girls can't fight! Please!
[flies buzzing]
Help me out of here, you guys!
Aah! Bluto!
Aah!
[sobbing]
Aah! My God! It's Bluto!
[screaming, crying]
Calm down!
[sobbing]
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
Calm down! Shh!
Okay.
Shh! Shh!
This isn't happening, you know.
Shh.
This isn't happening.
This is just a trip.
Yeah. This is just a trip.
We can't all be having the same trip.
Oh, God. [rustling]
Shh!
[bird caws]
What?
Something's moving out there.
No.
Stay.
It might be Jake and Troy.
Stay here.
Be quiet.
[creaking]
[gasp]
[liquid pouring]
[creaking]
[voices whispering]
Aah!
Run!
Get up! Run!
No, Holly! Don't split up!
[growling]
Aah!
I just want to be your friend!
[indistinct muttering]
[voices whispering]
[growling]
Hello?
Is anybody there?
Could you please help me?
Someone's trying to kill me.
You'd better come in now.
Do you have a phone?
We do.
Fine chassis.
Body work is all there, Ernie.
What'd you ever give a whore?
He's not right in the head, so look.
Phone is there.
We'll win to boot, too, I'd say, Ernie.
Walking bananas, that man.
It doesn't work.
You asked did we have a phone.
You never asked did it work.
[laughing, snorting]
Cut her down, Ernie.
So is there no contact?
There's a tractor.
It didn't need going--
fuck me gearbox, and her and all.
[snickering]
Please.
I've taken stuff.
Someone's trying to kill me.
I'd never worry about that.
We've taken stuff, too.
Look around you.
The mushies...
powerful gear.
Keeps you young, fills the bag.
Taking them now
since we were at the bad boys' home.
You were at that home?
Aye.
We were wailcups, so we were.
Ma used to have to lock us up with the pigs.
[snorting, imitating pig squeals]
Until this fella here started interfering with the--
[snorting, laughing]
Not me. [snort]
The only weakness I would have now
is for a bull calf tied to a gate.
Lovely tongue on a bull calf.
Like sandpaper.
Say, she have a nice tongue, Ernie.
Ah.
The man all in black.
That be the Black Brother.
But he's not real.
But it's happening.
No. No. This isn't real.
Fuck reality.
Could be worse.
Could be that fuck-wit of a twin.
Or a Khomkela Knight.
[whimpering]
Give you a poke with the blade, boy.
Do you have a bathroom?
Yeah.
In back there.
[Man] Get back!
Quick! Let it go!
[shouting]
Get out of here!
[shouting]
[struggling, chains clanking]
[choking]
[roaring]
Aah!
Tara!
...once by this man, you start getting--
[shouting]
Troy!
Why are you screaming? There's nobody here.
[gasping, coughing]
Holly! Holly!
So you and Tara, man, you balling her?
No, I only--
She's a sweetheart, but--
She was so pissed when she found
all five of us were going to make this trip.
She says she's cool about that.
You believe that?
Dude, seriously, you're making me paranoid.
Come on. She wants your nuts.
[growling]
Troy!
There's Holly.
No, that sounded like Tara.
[flies buzzing]
[Female voice] Troy.
[Male voice] Jake!
[imitating pig squeal]
Seriously, guys, this is not funny.
[Female voice] Seriously, guys, this is not funny.
This is the trip, man, right?
This is what happens?
Yeah, let's go. Fuck this.
Ah, fuck. What the fucking hell, man?
Shit, shit, it's Bluto, man.
Aah!
[Female voice] Troy.
Oh!
Let's go. Come on.
Holly!
Tara!
Oh, my God.
Did you find Holly?
No. But I found this.
What's going on?
There's something out there, something evil.
I think Jake's stories are real.
This can't be happening.
What about Bluto?
Lisa, we have to find her.
[Jake] Tara!
Jake!
Go to the house!
No! Wait for us!
There's a boat near there! We can get help from that!
We have to find Holly!
I can't hear you! Meet us at the house!
Okay, come on. Come on, run.
We can't leave Holly.
I can. I've got a feeling--
This feeling has us in shit creek.
Lisa, it's true.
She's around here. I can feel it.
Okay.
If it's the truth, what happens next?
See?
You didn't see that coming.
[gasps]
Tara? Oh, God!
Oh, my God. Tara.
Tara!
Why are you screaming? There's nobody here.
Tara!
Where'd she go? Oh. Hide.
You wouldn't want to rile him. Now he has our scent.
You shouldn't have let him loose. Easy, now.
[snarling]
[Man screaming]
Are you okay?
You were at that school.
Oh, God, you poor thing.
I have candy.
It's okay.
I-- I just want to be your friend.
[snarls]
What's next?
You okay?
[coughs]
Ohh.
You scared the shit out of me.
Did you see anything?
Holly?
Holly's dead.
No. She can't be.
Look over there, on the water.
[coughing]
There's an ax here.
It was in the dream.
Look over by the rope.
[screaming]
[sobs]
[screaming]
How did you know that?
I told you it was in the dream I had.
Who's next?
Me?
No.
I am.
No, Lisa!
I'm sorry, Tara. I'm frightened.
No, Lisa! I can't stay!
Don't leave me!
Lisa!
Raah!
[panting]
Lisa!
Please come back!
[screams]
Jake!
Troy!
Jake!
Troy!
[screaming]
[yelps]
[thump overhead]
Jake?
See the girls?
Not now.
Can't take a chance. Come on.
Wait till we see them.
Jake?
Troy?
[wings fluttering] [gasps]
Oh, fuck this.
Shh.
It could be them. What do we do?
[Female voice] Troy. [gasp]
Tara?
Fucking trip.
Fuck. Try the other door.
[creaking]
[gasp]
[screams]
[voices whispering]
[growling]
[screaming]
Jake!
Help! Help! Help!
[doorknob rattling]
It's stuck.
Troy?
Troy.
[Man's voice] Jake.
[Jake] Troy?
[screaming]
Aah!
[groaning]
Fuck!
Look at me.
If we do this together,
we can make it out of here.
Aah!
[trees creaking] [Tara] Focus.
Come on.
Uhh--
Shh!
It's here.
I can feel it.
Wait here.
[voices whispering in distance]
I love you, Tara.
[sobbing]
[screams]
Aah!
Another one over here.
[Man screaming]
[whispering] It's not him.
[engine starts]
He's not the one.
Nasty gash you've got there.
I'm just going to clean that up.
I had a bad dream.
Now don't worry.
Won't be long now before you're in the hospital.
[phone rings]
[ring]
Rule number one: no mobile phones.
Bluto stole our fucking cell phones!
[muttering]
Malcolm, you have to trust me.
[ring]
Not me.
[ring]
How'd you like that done to you?
You know you're fucked.
I mean dead fucked!
She was so pissed when she found
all five of us were coming out here.
Dude, seriously, you're making me paranoid.
Aah!
How did you know that?
I dreamed it.
Bitch!
[screams]
I just want to be your friend!
[screams]
No, please!
I love you, Jake.
I love you, too, Tara.
My wife's American.
Both our kids were born there, too.
We're thinking of moving back.
She's got family there, you know?
Please, can you help me?
Won't be long now.
[panting]
♪ [downtempo]
♪ [rock]
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