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-You know Mom hates when I'm late.|-I told you...
we should have left earlier.|It's the same damn thing every year.
It's always: "Where are my|blue shoes, dear?"
Or: "Dad, I can't find|my Marilyn Bronson CD."
-Marilyn Manson.|-Whatever her name is.
-She's a guy, dad.|-Marilyn? A guy?
What's the world coming to?
-Oh, boy...|-Are you all right, darling?
Yeah.
Dad! Dad!
Oh, God!
My God, what happened?
-Are we there yet?|-Is anybody hurt?
-Marion, are you okay?|-Are you crazy?
-You almost killed us!|-I'm sorry. I must have dozed off.
I hope you slept well. Maybe|I should whip you up some breakfast.
Nobody is hurt.|Get off my back, all right?
For Pete's sakes, why don't you|let someone else drive, for once?
Don't worry.|That woke me up.
The pie is probably ruined.
-Oh, Jesus!|-What is that?
-It's pumpkin and chocolate.|-Smells like ass.
I'd better go out and check the car.
The son of a bitch didn't even stop!
-Where are we?|-We're on the road.
-What does it look like?|-What happened to the lnterstate?
I thought we could take|the back-way for a change.
What's wrong with the lnterstate?|We've taken it for years!
I was bored.
And I didn't wanna... fall asleep.
-That seemed to work.|-All right.
Car looks okay.|No damage.
-Want me to take the wheel, dad?|-No, thank you, dear.
-I'm growing attached to this car.|-Here we go again.
Did you or did you not put|the Mercedes in the junkyard?
-It wasn't my fault!|-I'm just teasing you, sweetheart.
There certainly aren't|very many people on this road.
It's Christmas Eve. Most people|are at home, with their families.
-Damn, I'm starving!|-Me too.
I hope your mother doesn't get|experimental with that turkey.
Look, can we drop the subject?|I don't feel very good.
Are you okay, honey-bunny?|You want us to stop?
Long car rides make me queasy. And|all this talk food isn't helping any.
-How about a couple of bookers?|-Shut up, Richard!
-Or some Macaroni and dick-cheese.|-Richard, that's disgusting!
But, mom, there really is a cheese|called dick-cheese. Chinese make it.
You've had dick-cheese before,|right, Brad?
-Grow up, Richard.|-It's 7:30 already, darling.
I'm aware of that, Laura. I thought|we'd come to a junction by now.
Jesus, Laura, do you have|to suck on it like that?
-That's the way I drink.|-All right, you guys. Calm down.
-Take it easy.|-Marion is right.
When I played baseball, they taught|us this technique to help us relax.
I still use it sometimes.
You breathe in deeply through your|nose and out through your mouth.
Thank you, Brad.
Yeah, thanks, Brad.
-Can I ask you a question, though?|-Sure.
Was your entire school gay,|or was it just the baseball team?
-Richard!|-What?
Richard, it's a technique we use|to helps us get in what we call...
..."The Zone".|-The Homo Zone?
Richard!
This is such a beautiful night!
Does anybody know the name of that|really bright star right in front of us?
There's 150 billion stars|up there, for Christ's sake.
That one I know. That bright one is|the North Star. The only one I know.
Thank you.
-Let's sing a song, everybody.|-Okay. What?
-How about "Yellow Submarine"?|-We always do that one.
-Brad, how about "Y.M.C.A"?|-It's Christmas, so how about...
"Jingle Bells"?
Come on. Come on.
You like that part, don't you?
Why did you stop?
A woman.|I saw a woman in the forest.
-Cool. Dad is tripping out.|-Richard.
-Are you sure, dad?|-Well, yeah.
Dressed in white.|She was holding something.
Fuck!
Hi there.
We are a little lost.
You wouldn't happen to know the|quickest way back to the highway?
Are you all right?
Did you have|an accident or something?
Okay. Anybody got a cell phone?
-No signal.|-We just passed the cabin.
Maybe there's a phone. Richard, be|a gentleman and make room for her.
-Let Brad be the gentleman.|-What's your problem, man?
Relax, buddy.
Breath in slowly through your nose|and out deeply through your ass!
-It's all right, Mrs. Harrington.|-I'll walk.
-I could use the fresh air, anyway.|-You're not walking by yourself.
-I wanna be alone.|-Marion!
-Let me tell you something, smart guy.|-What?
Keep busting my balls and I'll|take you out of the game for good.
-Understand me?|-Yes, sir!
We'll meet you down there in|just a minute. Okay, honey?
Okay.
All right.
Okay, we'll see you there, honey.
Shit!
Would you like a nice|hot cup of coffee?
I think she's in shock. We should|have asked Marion what to do.
Honey, we don't need a shrink.|We'll call 911.
-Okay.|-They'll know how to handle it.
Damn! Fucking stinks in here.
It's the baby...
jack-ass.
-Where are you going, sweetie?|-Away from you guys.
Teenagers.
What's your name?
Where do you live?
-She's not gonna be much help.|-No.
Hello, Miss July.
Does anybody live here?
Maybe it's one of those old|forest ranger stations.
Jesus, Laura.|You scared the shit out of me.
Sorry. They have very interesting|wall hangings, these rangers.
So, what's his name?
Do it, baby.
You got a ring. You married?
Marion and I are getting married.
Actually...
don't say anything but I'm proposing|to her tonight at her grandmother's.
Remember when you said you would|kill yourself if I ever left you?
I hope that was just|a figure of speech, 'cause...
Brad, we've had some|great times together, but...
I think we need to go on|with our lives separately.
Shit.
-Damn!|-Was there no dial tone?
Não, Laura, I just forgot|the number for 911.
It's Amy.
My little girl.|Her name is Amy.
-She's so cold.|-Not surprised. It's freezing here.
-You hold her.|-No.
I'm not really a baby kind of guy.
How does she breathe with|all those blanket on her face?
Don't worry.
She's dead.
That's a good one.
Oh, my God!
Shit!
-What the hell was that?|-Richard!
Richard!
-Yeah, I'm here!|-Get over here.
Where's Brad and the lady?
-Brad!|-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?|-Brad!
Hey, dickhead!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
-Dad?|-What?
-They got Brad.|-What are you talking about?
-I saw Brad in a car! We gotta go.|-What car?
We've gotta go!
Frank, slow down.|You are gonna kill us all.
You saw a car driving by|and Brad was in the back of it?
-Yes.|-I don't get that! Why...
I saw him. They were hurting him.|You have to stop them!
-Okay! Where the hell did they go?|-Maybe they took a side road.
Did you see one?|Me neither.
-At least you don't drive like a pussy.|-Shut up, asshole!
-What's going on?|-Why did you stop?
Laura, give me the flashlight, please.
Where's he going?
-Why did he stop?|-Just a minute.
Stay back. Stay back!
Don't come over here,|for God's sake.
-Fuck me!|-Oh, God!
Richard, get your sister|back in the car now.
My baby.|Do you have her?
Jesus Christ...
What is he doing?
He's trying to get Brad's phone.
-With a stick?|-You got a better idea?
I can't believe I'm gonna do this.|Look out.
Oh, God...
Good boy, Richard.
Give it to me.
And drop that.|That thing is dirty.
You got a signal?
Thank God. We can call the police|and they will tell us what to do.
-Okay.|-Now.
-Now.|-Now.
Please, somebody help me.|Please!
God! I can't feel my legs.
I can't feel my legs!
-Help me! My baby is bleeding!|-Who is this?
Baby! Wake up!
-Anybody, please help us.|-Oh, Jesus!
Somebody, please, help us.
Frank, we gotta get out of here.
-Did you get the police?|-The phone, it was broken.
-Shit.|-Please, let's go.
We can't leave him here like this.
Richard, drag his body off|to the side of the road.
Jesus, what do I look like?|Your fucking janitor?
Thank God. Oh, Marion.
Are you all right?|You're gonna be okay.
Marion. Marion?
Marion? Wake up.
Wake up. Come on, wake up.|Wake up! Wake up!
Laura! Stop!
Stop it!
Can't you see she's in shock?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Dad, that guy...
or whoever did that...
...must've used an axe or a chainsaw.|-It was the work of one sick psycho.
-Let's get the hell out of here.|-Wait. What about that woman?
Maybe she got away.
-Maybe the psycho got her.|-So, you wanna go after him?
Richard, get in.|We're going to the police.
-Why don't we go back to lnterstate?|-Your mother lives by the sheriff's.
We'll be there in 1 5 minutes.
Marcott? Never heard of it.
Richard, check the map.
Marcott...
Gimme a second.
-There's no Marcott on this map.|-Just give it to me.
-I don't see it either.|-Maybe that's because it's not there!
-Laura, give me the local map.|-I didn't bring it.
-You didn't bring it?|-We never needed it before.
-I asked you to. Remember?|-I had a lot of things to take care of.
-The presents and...|-Who gives a fuck about presents?
Would you please|watch your language?
I'm sorry, but how was I supposed to|know you're gonna take a shortcut?
And how was I supposed to know that|you were going to forget the map?
We've been coming here for 20 years,|and you'd never taken a shortcut.
I'll bring a globe in case you feel|like driving by way of the North Pole!
Is there any coffee left?
A little.
Okay. Pour me some.|Let's go to Marcott, then.
Is anybody else a bit freaked out|we are the only car in the road now?
It's Christmas Eve.
Yeah. Okay. How long|have we been driving?
It's 7:30.
You said it was 7:30|when we took that lady into the car.
That damn thing is broken.|All right. Who's got a watch?
-I have a watch. It stopped at 7:30.|-Come on.
Don't you guys think that|this is just a little wacked?
I know you guys think|I'm retarded or whatever...
but I have a theory and I want you|to hear me out, okay?
Brad is dead. His body is mutilated|and God knows how it got that way.
We are the only people out here and|all the clocks have stopped at 7:30.
This reeks of|alien activity, you guys.
-Blow me.|-What?
Nothing.
Laura...
can you make her stop that, please?
-Let her. Maybe it will help.|-It's getting on my nerves.
I can't believe I fell asleep.
-How long was I out?|-I don't know. Maybe 10 minutes.
Are we still on that same road?
-Still no Marcott?|-No. No Marcott.
-I don't understand. Did we pass it?|-No, I haven't seen anything.
No lights, no signs, no nothing.
Shit! What is that?
-It's a baby carriage.|-I can see it's a baby carriage.
-Okay. I'll get out and I'll go see.|-No. Don't.
-Why?|-Just get going. I don't like this.
-Richard, come back here! Richard!|-Stop yelling in my ear!
Richard, come back here!
Hey, little guy!
Richard! Frank, no!
-You guys suck!|-I'm gonna kill that kid.
Oh, God!
-What the hell was that?|-Man, that was good!
-This is so not funny, Richard!|-It's a baby carriage. Why fear?
-It's empty.|-No shit!
-That is so not funny!|-Nice job. That was dumb.
What is it now?
I can't stop thinking about Diane.|How are we gonna tell her about Brad?
-He was our responsibility.|-I don't wanna worry about that now!
I just wanna figure out some|goddamn way to get out of here.
I'm sorry.
Talk about a merry|fucking Christmas.
You are not gonna open that.|That's my Uncle Herb's present.
I need this a whole hell of a lot more|than your Uncle Herb right now.
Let's face it. We are lost, Frank.|This road is not going to Mom's.
Let's turn around.|We should turn around, Frank.
We just passed a sign.|Marcott can't be too far.
Hey, Sis.
Mom... Mom and Dad are kinda|going off the deep end, huh?
They are really losing it.
This whole thing is|pretty fucking crazy, huh?
Mare?
Mare?
Come on, you've gotta snap|out of it, okay? You have to.
We need you back here.
I... I need you.
Mom is always going on about|what a great shrink you are, so...
you are the only person that can|figure a way out of this. Damn it!
Do you remember when|your hamster disappeared...
and I told you it had been|abducted by aliens?
Well, I lied. Okay?|It was me.
Me and Kevin. We stuck it|in the microwave and we fried it.
Marion?
Dad!
Dad, it's here again.
Richard, I am fed up|with your stupid jokes.
-It wasn't me this time. I swear.|-Richard, we do not have time...
Christ! I'm telling you the truth,|your fucking assholes!
Frank, would you say something|for once?
-I think we'd better get out of here.|-Get going.
We should have passed|a town or a gas station or...
a motel, or a crossroads,|a junction, something by now!
I know. I know.|Just calm down, Laura.
It's probably one of those closed|roads that forest rangers use.
God! I just feel like|we've been driving forever.
What is this forest?|Is this like the Amazon?
Last year, I had to drive to Lakewood|to talk with a client and I went...
...on a very roundabout way.|-What you seem to do sometimes.
I was driving and driving until I had|to turn back to the road I came from.
-What are you talking about?|-Some of these roads are designed...
by engineers who weren't qualified|to build a goddamn bird house!
-So?|-So? That's that!
That's that...
Lakewood? lsn't there where|Sally Schmidt bought her cottage?
Yeah, I think so.
Jesus Christ!
-What was that?|-Some kind of a radio talk show.
-That was no talk show.|-A public radio, or something.
Public radio? Right.
-No! Damn it!|-You just said it was public radio!
I don't know what it was!|I don't wanna know what it was!
I just wanna get to the police|before anything else goes wrong.
And I thought last year's|Christmas was bad.
And what was wrong with|last year's Christmas?
-Let's see... Everything?|-I thought last year was great!
-We took the lnterstate!|-I was talking about Christmas dinner.
And what's wrong with my|family's Christmas dinners?
Your family.
Your mother always felt you deserved|more than a used car salesman.
Now that salesman has become|a respected sales manager.
So, I'm sorry, baby,|but screw your mother!
-Anything else?|-Your damn brother is a freak too!
He jerks off to gun magazines!
That is disgusting! That is|disgusting and that is not fair!
-Mikey has had a lot of hard times!|-Poor little Mikey! Poor Mikey!
Wht do I have to suffer every time|I talk to the son of a bitch?
-You are just so sensitive!|-I know it's Christmas, Laura.
I know it's the season of giving,|but I don't give a shit right now!
I just wanna get|off this goddamn road!
-Jesus! Mother of..! Fuck!|-Oh, Frank!
It's okay, honey.|We just had a blow-out.
-Okay.|-I'm pregnant.
Marion!
Jesus Christ!
I smoke pot.
I'm gonna go change the tire.
You handle that wrench|like a whore handles a baby.
-Fucking do it yourself, man.|-You watch your mouth, goddamn it.
-All right.|-You want some help?
How is Marion doing?
She's pregnant.
-How are you?|-Frankly, it's been much for one night.
I'll say.
-Where did Richard go?|-He's probably off smoking a joint.
That is not funny!|Our son is doing drugs!
Please, Laura.
-Can't you see this is a cry for help?|-Christ! It's just a joint, all right?
-Not worse than those pills you take.|-My pills are legal!
Pregnant.
Man, I hope it's a boy.|What's up, little critter?
I'm your Uncle Dick.
That means you'd better|show me some respect, huh?
Or I will fuck you up.
Okay.
Are you okay, honey-bunny?
-Don't you ever call me that again.|-Okay.
-Okay, that's fine.|-That's what Brad called me.
Uncle Dick. Right on.
Fuck!
I love you.
Jesus!
Okay. I'm done. Let's go.
Richard, we're going!
-It's the car!|-Oh, my God...
Open the door!
-Open the door! Open the door!|-Laura! Laura!
Let's go back and get the car!
Dad! Dad!
Richard! Richard!
Come here!|Laura, get in the car now!
-Frank...|-Get in, we'll get him!
-Faster!|-It doesn't go any faster, Laura!
-Where is he?|-I don't know. I can't see him.
The son of a bitch|shut off his lights!
-They are gonna kill him.|-No!
-They are gonna kill him!|-No, they won't!
-Yes, they are!|-Calm down, mom!
He'll be all right!|I'll get him!
-It was Richard!|-Shut up! Damn it!
It was Richard!
Stop the car! Stop the car!
Please...
My baby!
Please...|What did they do to you?
-Mom...|-Come on.
Come on, baby. You can wake up.|Come one, baby.
Laura...
-Laura...|-What? What?
-Mom, he is...|-No! No, no...
This is one of his jokes, isn't it?|You're just like your father.
Remember the time that|he took me to New Orleans?
-We never went to New Orleans.|-'Course not. You're not his father.
-What?|-Richard is not your son.
-Mom, what are you talking about?|-She's out of her fucking mind.
I am not out of my mind.|Don't you remember Alan Rickson?
-Laura...|-What? What?
-What did you say?|-You remember Alan Rickson?
My baby. I don't wanna go.|I don't wanna go.
-Please, let me stay with him.|-Come on.
Let me stay...
Don't take me from him! Oh, God!|Please, I don't wanna go.
Please, Frank...
-What are we gonna do?|-We gotta go to the police.
How are we gonna go to the police?|We're in the middle of nowhere.
-Come on. Let's go, honey.|-We can't leave him here.
No, we won't.
He was my son.|He goes with us.
What is it?
It's what Uncle Mike|wanted for Christmas.
Thank God for the gun freak.
Isn't Michael coming?
-Michael? Who the hell is Michael?|-It's Richard.
His real name is Michael. Because|that is what Alan wanted to call him.
-Richard is dead!|-Okay.
Would you like some pie?
-It was that sign again.|-How far is this fucking town?
-We've been driving for 100 miles.|-What a wonderful Christmas.
I wonder if I should save|some pie for Michael?
-Do you think she's gonna recover?|-I don't know.
But she's gonna have to|face reality sooner or later.
-What a wonderful Chrismtas.|-God only knows how she will react.
-Can't be any worse.|-It can be much worse.
Look, I finished the pie.
-Could I have a pen, please?|-What for?
-I'm gonna do a drawing.|-Good, good. Here, my pen.
-You are so beautiful, Marion.|-Jesus!
Let's hope there's|a hospital in Marcott.
What if we never reach Marcott?|What if she gets us first?
-Who?|-The lady in white.
-That woman with the baby?|-Yeah, I saw her in the woods...
...right after Richard disappeared.|-You saw her?
And then I remembered the story|my grandfather used to tell me.
Used to creep me out|every time I heard it.
Look. I made a drawing of Brad. This|was his leg that was hanging out.
-It's for you.|-Okay, Mom.
Wipe your face.
There was this couple that was|driving home from a wedding...
in Rhode Island.|It was night. It was raining.
And they saw a little girl|standing by the side of the road.
And she was just wandering back|and forth, clutching the school book.
They stopped and they let her|get into the back seat...
and they tried to talk to her,|but she must have been in shock.
They were driving on down the road,|all of a sudden they heard a scream...
coming from the back seat.
They slammed on the brakes,|they nearly had an accident.
Miraculously, they didn't go over the|cliff. They turned to the back seat...
the little girl had vanished.
There was just her school book|there, with her name on it.
Barbara Rose.
And then they remembered:
the entire Rose family had died|in a tragic car accident...
right at that cliff,|five years earlier.
Come on! Dad, what are you saying?|That that woman is a ghost?
Look! We've got potato chips!
I'll get them open.|I didn't know we had them.
-Do you want some?|-Mom, don't eat them so fast.
-You're gonna make yourself sick.|-I am not.
Oh, God! We'd better wake up|from this nightmare pretty soon.
Do you feel better, Laura?
Dad, who's Alan Rickson?
I have no idea.
-What was Mom talking about?|-I never heard of any Alan Rickson.
She's in shock. She's talking|a whole lot of nonsense.
-Why would she do that?|-You tell me.
Wow! Look what I found!
Mom, put the gun down.|It's dangerous.
It's not. It's a toy! It's like|the one Michael used to have.
-Laura!|-I was just kidding!
Laura, that is a loaded gun.|Put it down.
You are just trying to scare me.|I don't wanna play with you anymore.
-Bang-bang, you are dead!|-Okay.
Okay, sweetheart. You win.
I'm dead.
-Do something.|-Like what?
-You are the shrink.|-Student shrink.
-Marion...|-Mom!
-Yes, darling.|-We'll play something else now.
Remember when|we used to play house?
I don't wanna play that. I wanna|play what Michael and I used to.
Laura, this is not a game!|Our son is dead!
-No.|-Richard is dead!
Dad!
Holy shit!|The bitch shot me in the leg!
-Is he hurt?|-Mom, go back to the car.
-It's gonna be all right.|-Is he gonna die too?
Nobody is gonna die anymore, okay?
How does it look, Doc?
We'll see.
-Hold this. Hold this!|-All right.
-I have to get the pellets out.|-Okay.
Light on the wound, please.
-Have you done this before?|-No, this is my first time.
-Shit!|-Light on the wound!
Right.
-Okay, brace yourself.|-Why?
Brace yourself.
Oh, God!
That hurt more than the shot!
Okay, lift your leg up.
All right. All right.|You should be all right now.
-Give me the keys.|-I'll drive.
Easy on the bottle there.
-You know of a better pain killer?|-Driving isn't helping any.
It helps.
I don't understand it.
We should have passed|a side-road by now.
Your grandma's place is|probably miles behind us.
That's it!|This must be a military road!
You think so?
That's why we never see military|trucks. Always on roads isolated!
Marcott must be a military base.|That's why it's not even on the map.
-I guess so.|-Of course! That's it! That's it!
Dad?
-Dad!|-It's okay, honey.
-I'm here. I'm here.|-Thank God! I thought that...
Your leg...
-Are you okay?|-That's not so bad.
I think we finally got some|good news. Come here.
Look. Earlier, I showed|your mother the North Star.
It was on our right side.|It still is.
That means we've been|headed constantly west.
So, if we left the lnterstate|somewhere around here...
and we headed constantly|west on this road...
the road must go right|straight to the sea.
Marcott must be somewhere on|the coast. It makes perfect sense.
It must be a naval base.
Okay, okay. So how long|until we get there?
We have about half a tank of gas,|we covered 1 50 miles on this road.
That leaves us another 40 or 50|miles until we get to the coast.
We can reach Marcott|within an hour, tops.
You're a genius.
But you know, I'm more than a little|concerned about your mother.
-Mom?|-You're awake?
-I slept like a log.|-How are you feeling?
I feel... okay...|considering...
Now we have got...
to stick together. We have got to|support each other in our grief.
Would you like me to drive, darling?
-We should reach Marcott soon.|-Oh, good!
-You look not very well.|-She's okay.
Frank, you know,|you are a wonderful father.
And a wonderful husband too.
I want you to know that I understand|about you and Sally Schmidt.
-What?|-I know the whole thing.
I know how you two used to meet|at the Motel 6 on your lunch break.
It's okay. I completely understand.|I have never been able to fulfill...
your sexual fantasies.|And I want to promise you...
that when we get out of here, you can|do anything you want to me, darling.
And I mean anything.
Anyway, the most important thing...
is that the three of us come out|of this stronger. What do you think?
-Not much.|-Good.
Now...
there's something that has been|bothering me ever since I woke up.
-What?|-Who are these people in the woods?
Honey, slow down. They are waving.
Hi!
Oh, my goodness,|why do they look so sad?
This is Christmas Eve.
Smile!
They teach you what to do|in this kind of situation?
Not to panic.
Frank, do you really need to|suck on that bottle like that?
Frank! It's Jeannine!|Quick, stop the car!
-Who is Jeannine?|-She's my friend!
Who died 20 years ago.
-And what exactly is your point?|-She's dead.
-So?|-So drop it!
If the dead are alive, maybe|we should check out Richard.
-Are you crazy?|-Think he is comfortable back there?
Mom, if he was alive, don't|you think we would here him?
Your brother was burned alive.|How could he talk?
-Shut up, Laura!|-Easy, dad.
-Okay.|-She's driving me crazy.
-Could I go see Jeannine now?|-No, you can't!
-Yes, I can.|-No, you can't!
-Yes, I can.|-No, you...
I'm gonna go now.
Oh, my God! Dad, stop the car!
-Mom!|-Laura! Laura!
-Mom!|-Laura!
Mom!
Oh, God! God! Laura!
-Where the hell did she go?|-Mom?
Mom!
-Maybe she ran away.|-Oh, Marion...
-Maybe she went into the woods.|-Marion, I'm going 60!
-She would have broken her neck!|-Then where is she?
Maybe the lady got her.
It's the black car.
You son of a bitch. I'm gonna|blow that bastard's head off.
-Marion, where's the ammo?|-It's here. I hid it from mom.
Come on!
I got him!
-Mom!|-Laura.
-Thank God.|-Mom, are you all right?
I'm okay. My head hurts a little|but I'm fine.
Sweetheart.
Honey, honey.|You got something on your...
Oh, my God! Oh, God!
-Something wrong with my hair?|-Oh, God!
Alan!
-Finally!|-No! Stop!
-Alan!|-Stop! Stop!
Laura...
-Daddy?|-Laura...
I made the cheerleading squad.
This is the happiest day|of my life.
Laura...
Dad! Dad!
Give me that gun!|Stop it, dad! Stop it!
-You bastard! Stop it!|-Marion...
I'm gonna have a baby. You can't|leave us. You can't leave us.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.|-I've already lost my mother...
and my brother and my boyfriend.|I don't wanna lose you.
-I don't wanna lose you.|-She's gonna get us all anyway.
No. No one is gonna get us,|as long as we keep moving.
Every time we've stopped, someone's|gotten killed. We have to keep driving.
We are going to Marcott.
Let's put your mother in the car.
-You got a cigarette?|-In my coat.
Alan Rickson was a friend of mine,|back in Detroit.
You don't have to say anything, Dad.
Then one day he came to me|for some advice.
He said that he was|in love with a woman.
Didn't mention her name.
He said that she was married|and that she loved him too.
And he wanted to know|what he should do about it.
And I remember what|I said to him...
"You only live once, buddy.|Go for it.
Just go. You go and you see her,|and if she loves you...
she will leave her husband|and she will go with you."
-I'm sorry, Dad.|-Only talked to him once after that.
He said the woman had decided she|didn't want to leave her husband.
She already had a kid.
A little girl.
She didn't want to lose her.
Last time I ever saw Alan.
Always wondered|why he never kept in touch.
Why did you do that?
If you are scared,|alcohol will only make it worse.
-You think I'm scared?|-You don't need to pretend.
-It's okay.|-No, it's not.
Have you looked at|the odometer lately?
We've driven 60 miles since|the last time we checked the map.
I know.
-We should have reached the coast.|-I know.
Maybe I miscalculated a little bit.
Maybe.
Maybe the North Star|doesn't indicate north.
Maybe the map maker was drunk.|Maybe the moon's made out of cheese.
Who knows? Everything is so|fucked up on this goddamn road!
After all, we don't have to drive|to get to Marcott.
-Maybe there's another way out.|-Like what, dad? Flying?
No. Walking.
Through the woods.
-This is insane.|-Agreed. Agreed.
-You ready?|-We should at least wait until sunrise.
Remember what you said? Every time|we stopped, somebody died.
Let's keep moving.
Did you hear that?
-Of course I heard that.|-What is it?
I don't know. We're in the woods,|Dad. It could be anything.
A branch falling, a rat or something,|maybe a bird.
Remember what Laura said|about all the faces in the forest?
Are there any ghosts|in the woods tonight?
-Come on, I'm waiting!|-Don't...
ever, ever do that again.|You hear me?
-What is the matter with you?|-We shouldn't have left the car.
That's what's the matter with me!
The more distance we put between us|and the road, the better off we'll be.
Goddamn! Shit!
Shit! Shit!
-Are you all right?|-Yeah, just dandy.
-What the hell is that?|-You found us a fence!
A fence. Good, good.
There must be a farm|on the other side. It's not that tight.
I'll hold it up.|You crawl under. Go on.
-Now you hold it for me.|-Okay.
Dad! Look!
-Hello!|-Hello!
Hello!
We're here! We're here!
No!
No, it can't be!
How can it be? How can...
How can it be?
-Maybe we got lost.|-If we were lost...
we would have come out|at the same side of the road.
-Somebody is fucking with us.|-Calm down.
I don't wanna calm down!|I want this shit to stop!
-It's still locked.|-So what?
So who turned on the lights?|Who turned them on?
Laura?
-I'm not getting back in that car.|-Me neither.
What are you writing?
Things I wanna do|when this is over.
So?
Do you want me to help you?
-What about playing bridge?|-How old do you think I am?
I wanna do something... cool.
I wanna buy an Atari, a computer,|a bunch of videogames.
If you wanna do something cool,|then I'd go for the PlayStation.
What's that?
Never mind.|Atari is cooler anyway.
Maybe buy some of those|Marilyn Bronson CDs.
Manson.
-What did you write?|-That's none of your business.
Stop!
-What's going on?|-I knew it.
Somebody is playing with us.|That's the same cabin as before.
There's probably 1 00 ranger stations|on this road. It can't be the same one.
No, it can't be. But it is.
-Oh, shit! Go get the flashlight.|-No.
Go get the flashlight!
Marion?
What are you doing?
Stop it! Stop it!
-There's someone in here! I know it!|-Dad, stop it!
We are damned.
Dad, come on.
No road goes on forever.
Where the fog come from?
-There's no fog, dad.|-No fog?
Somebody needs to pay a visit to|Dr. Sacks to get her eyes checked.
-Where's the whiskey?|-I threw it away, remember?
What?
You threw away my whiskey?|My whiskey? Ungrateful little brat.
-Dad, calm down.|-You think because I'm weak...
...you can start messing with me?|-Dad, listen to me.
What are you doing?
That'll teach you to think twice|before you touch my booze.
Dad, please. Please.
Shut up! Shut up!
God damn you!
Marion?
Marion?
Marion? My baby!|Oh, God, what did I do?
What did I do?
Oh, my baby...
So, you've come for her, huh?
Well, you'll have to kill me first,|you bitch!
Why us, huh? Why?
What did we ever do to you?|All we wanted was a nice Christmas.
Is that too much to ask,|to have a nice Christmas?
Come on out!|Where are you hiding?
Come on! I'll give you a taste|of your own medicine, you bitch!
I'll send you right straight back...
Dad? Dad?
He is dead.
-He is dead!|-Oh, God!
Get started!
Come on. Come on!
Start! Come on!
Let's end it!
Come on!
Stop playing with me!|Please! Please!
He's not here for you!
Dad!
Don't try to talk.|Everything is gonna be okay now.
-Just try to get some rest, okay?|-I'm pregnant.
It's all right, Marion.|We know.
Both of you are gonna be fine.
-How is she?|-Are you a member of the family?
No, I'm the one who found them.|I reported the accident.
She was lucky, she was|thrown out of the car.
Been in a coma for a few hours, but|she's gonna be fine. A few broken...
...ribs and a concussion.|-But the others died.
-Do they know what happened?|-According to the police...
father must have fallen asleep|and crashed into an oncoming car.
-A woman and her baby.|-They died too.
Well...
thank you. Thank you for|what you did. Doctor...
-Marcott. Helen Marcott.|-Thank you, Doctor Marcott.
Not again.
Shit.
Hey!
-Nice car.|-Yeah, I'm a collector.
-Can I give you a lift?|-Why not?
Must have been a messy one.|Broken glass everywhere.
I should be at home|stuffing myself today.
So should they.
Did you drop this?
No, what have you got there?
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