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Hey, come on, I thought we were gonna get high.

Yeah, we can get high later.

Jessica...

Jessica, what...

It's not funny.

Jesus Christ, Jessica,

what fucking size shoe do you have?

Hey, come on.

Jess?

Oh, no, did you get high already?

Run...

Aah!

What the fu--

Oh, please God, Dad, no more '80s rap.

- It's dope. - You do realize

that the '80s are as far away from me

as the '40s were to you, right?

What? That is not true.

Do the math.

Shit.

Oh, well, uh, we're here.

Wow.

It's, uh...

It's big.

The town's previous doctor used to live here

before he moved away.

You sure he didn't die in here?

Yeah, it doesn't--

smell great.

I think we'll just crack a window, it'll be fine.

There's... no cell service.

What?

No, no, no, that's not...

I told them.

Come on.

Did you even look at this place before you bought it, Dad?

Okay, Quinn, look,

I wasn't in town for a very long, they--

Careful.

Fuck!

Good to go, Doc.

Just get that chimney capped.

Okay, yeah, great. Thank you.

M... morning, Dad.

Uh, hey, morning, Quinn.

Are you good?

Hmm?

Yeah. I'm-I'm great.

How are you?

Oh, uh, yeah.

Good.

Good.

We're gonna be okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah, are you kidding me? Look at this place.

It looks like a home makeover dream come true.

Hey, it's your first day, let me drive you to school.

Dad, I am 17 years old.

I don't need a ride, I need a car.

I hear you, absolutely, but in the meantime--

I'm just going to walk.

Okay.

Uh, sorry about breakfast.

I'll, um, I'll get groceries after work.

Okay, do you think Wi-Fi might be more important?

Yes, I hear you.

I will get on that.

Have a great day at school.

Make new friends. - Not a chance.

Oh, hi.

Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya.

I saw you were new to the neighborhood, and I--

Ow! Uh, sorry.

Hey, uh, is everything all right?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, it's just a neighbor.

Ruston Vance,

but everyone around here just calls me "Rust."

Oh, I'm Dr. Maybrook.

This is my daughter, Quinn.

Uh, she's about to head off to school.

Do you want to walk her?

That's exactly why I'm here, sir.

Okay, cool. Let's do it.

So, what do you guys do around here for fun?

Oh, um,

I might not be the best person to ask.

I mean, the hunting and fishing's good,

if you like that sort of thing.

Ducks are in season.

Shit.

What?

The look on your face.

I guess I'm not doing any good for stereotypes.

Oh, no.

Not everyone's a redneck here.

I just don't really care what other people think...

Unlike some people.

So I guess I'll see you around.

It was nice meeting you, Quinn.

Yeah, thanks, dude.

Oh, and, uh,

be careful who you hang out with.

There's some real weirdos at this school.

Okey-dokey, Rust.

Thank you.

I will keep an eye out for 'em.

Just because it's Founder's Day tomorrow

doesn't mean that there won't be a test on Monday.

Listen, you kids are spoiled rotten.

Back when I was in school,

we had it a lot tougher than you do.

Hi.

Sorry, I'm--

Late.

Take a seat.

Okay.

As I was saying,

you kids are graduating this year, and--

I'm graduating?

Sick, man.

Assuming you manage to land a job,

which for some of you, might be a long shot,

what do you think happens on Monday morning every week?

You go to work,

and work is neither easy nor fun.

In fact, sometimes it can be downright miserable.

Okay, this is not funny.

Who did this?

Nobody.

All right.

Well, clear your desks.

We'll do the test now.

Brought this on yourselves.

It's time your generation learned some consequences.

Uh, Mr. Vern, that's not fair to the new girl.

Well, that's the price of being late.

Oh, they put the wrong room number on my schedule, so--

You know what? Detention for you.

What?

Anyone else?

Come on, chill, she didn't actually do anything.

Oh, well, then you can console her

this afternoon, Mr. Hill.

In detention.

- Really? - Mm.

Wow, you're on fire today, Mr. Vern.

Try me. Anyone else?

What is so funny?

This isn't the test, Mr. Vern.

Of course it's the test.

Actually, I think it's your dating profile.

If one of these leaves this room,

you will all be suspended.

I will end you!

Okay, he is actually losing his mind.

...participation trophy generation...

Already 3,000 views.

Wow, his meltdown is a hit.

Man, I'm still trying to figure out what I did.

Ugh, he's just a bitter old man.

He hates us,

and so we hate him back, only more.

It's fun.

I'm Janet, by the way,

and that's Ronnie, Tucker, Matt, and--

I'm Cole.

I'm Quinn.

Where are you from?

Philly, actually.

- Philly. - Yeah.

My dad got put in Witness Protection Program,

so we're just laying low for a little while.

I'm kidding, obviously.

So, is Kettle Springs

everything you expected it to be?

Man, it looks like it's stuck in the '90s.

It still is the '90s for everyone over 30.

Yeah, they're really big on tradition around here.

Yeah, Founder's Day, right?

I keep seeing that, what is that?

That is a stupid holiday my family invented

to celebrate corn.

His dad is the local oligarch.

My great-grandfather invented Baypen corn syrup,

like, a hundred years ago.

Whoa.

Every year, there's this parade

where everyone gathers around a Frendo float

and worships him.

Frendo?

He's the clown on all the Baypen labels.

He's practically a local legend.

Which is why we turned him

into a serial killer...

On our YouTube channel.

65,000 subscribers.

No shit?

Do you wanna see some of our work?

Hell, yeah.

I work the night shift

here at the Baypen factory.

The power just went out,

and I swear I just heard someone laughing.

There shouldn't be anyone here.

Okay, hang on.

Did you just hear that?

No, no, no, I gotta get the power back on.

Okay.

Aah, shit, it's Frendo!

God, look at these prices.

It's $10 for a Salisbury steak

and a free side.

Think you can get off your phone, Quinn?

Hmm? Yeah.

You missing your friends?

Mm-hmm.

That why you were acting out today?

School called.

Detention on your first day is not really like you.

Dad, the teacher was a total dick.

Okay.

You all ready to order?

Yeah, no, actually, um,

I would love just one more second with this menu.

It's my first time here.

Aw, take all the time you need, Doc.

Thank you.

Can you please try and be a little bit more respectful?

This is like the only place in town.

What?

Tell me there's at least a grocery store, right?

Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah, I just,

I didn't get a chance to go yet

because the cable guy was late.

Does that mean we have Wi-Fi?

You're welcome.

Oh, ho, ho, ho,

who is this person?

Have you seen my daughter?

She's like-- she's like about your height.

I think she's a little taller than that.

Hi, George. Usual?

Hey, would you mind putting some extra cheese

on that potato tonight, Trudy?

Oh, you got it, darlin'.

Thank you, doll.

Hey!

You must be the new doc.

Dr. Maybrook.

Yes, sir. Call me Glenn.

Hey, Sheriff Dunne.

Hi. This is my daughter, Quinn.

Nice to meet you, sweetheart.

I saw that new sign on your practice.

When are you all fittin' to take new patients?

Oh, uh, yeah, I'm gonna start tomorrow morning.

Oh, okay.

Well, I might be first in line.

Got a plantar's wart the size of Texas.

I tell you what,

folks around here have been hurting

ever since that factory burned down.

It's been a real mess, yeah.

Sheriff...

Sorry about that, Doc.

Been having some problems with our local teenagers lately.

I recommend you stay away from that crowd, sweetheart.

Yeah.

Thank you, that's some good advice.

Uh, do you want to join us, Sheriff?

Oh, that's mighty kind of you. Don't mind if I do.

All right.

What are you doing?

Come on, okay?

Um, I actually just realized I'm not that hungry.

You don't have to--

You sure about that?

I tell you what,

Kettle Burger's the best you'll ever have.

I guarantee it.

I bet.

I don't really eat anything with a face right now, though.

Yeah, she's-- she's a vegetarian.

Oh, yeah.

Well, her generation's gotta save the world

one cow at a time, right?

Okay,

you guys have a really good time.

I'm gonna...

Okay, but Quinn--

I'll see you at home, Dad.

You don't have to--

Hey, gotta let 'em go someday, Doc.

Oh, look who's coming.

That was quick.

Yeah, I was about to assault an officer.

Oh, Minnie Mouse is so tough.

I bet Sheriff Dunne was trembling.

I mean, you should try and avoid Sheriff Dunne.

That guy's got it out for us.

Hey, you don't have a fake ID, do you, New Girl?

Oh, yeah, actually, I do.

Uh, it's just in some boxes back at my house.

Bullshit.

Guys, we don't need fake IDs.

I got my guns.

These guns.

Oh, my God, you are such a loser.

I'm pretty sure your guns

aren't going to get us drunk.

Speak for yourself.

My god, guys, chill.

Matty and I got this.

Watch and learn, boys and girls.

Watch and learn.

That's no way to treat money!

- Where are you from? - Hmm?

Oh, I'm from the East Coast.

East Coast?

Damn, that's very far.

My grandmother? Really? My grandmother?

How could you?

Look, sorry, I've got a thing for old ladies.

Oh, really?

Can't blame a brother.

Hey, hey, stop that!

Dude plowed my grandma Gladys.

It's not like that, Matty.

It was magical. I'm in love.

- Oh yeah? - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

You gotta take this

and your grandma-loving asses outside!

And... it's a miracle,

but she's pregnant.

What?

And I'm going to marry her.

You think you can fuck my grandma?!

I'm going to be your granddaddy, buddy!

No!

Come on, man, let's go!

Come on!

To Otis!

The best damn store clerk

Kettle Springs could ever ask for...

and to Matt's sexy grandmother Gladys.

Yes!

- To Grandma Gladys! - To Grandma Gladys!

- Oh, my god. - Oh, man. Ew!

Ronnie,

you couldn't have stole anything better than this?

It was the first thing I grabbed.

For the record,

I paid for at least twice of what we stole.

Oh, Cole, you're so amazing.

Man, he thought that the East Coast

was somewhere real far away.

Did you hear him say that?

I mean, it kind of is.

Both coasts are.

They call us "flyover country."

Oh, fuck that.

Yeah, man, people don't know what they're missing.

This place is like paradise.

Ow, ow, ow!

- Hey, baby? - Yeah.

I gotta go piss.

- Classy as always, Matt. - Thanks, man.

Hey, uh, don't roofie my drink when I'm gone.

No guarantees.

So, uh,

the sheriff was saying

that the factory burnt down recently?

Uh... yeah.

We, um,

we filmed one of our videos in there.

We snuck in.

We shouldn't have, I know,

but we didn't actually start the fire.

Who did?

Nobody.

Faulty wiring.

Official conclusion.

But it's too big a coincidence,

so nobody believes that.

Including us.

What, you think someone set you up?

Okay, what in the fuck was that?

Quinn! Quinn!

It's-it's not-- It's...

Smile, Philly girl.

You're about to become a YouTube sensation.

We got you good.

I can't believe she fell for that.

You guys are fucking idiots, you know that?

You guys are all idiots.

Welcome to the club.

You must be counting the days till you can get out of here.

- No. - No?

- No-- - Bullshit.

Yes, I literally have a calendar in my room,

and I'm, like, X-ing off the days.

I'm not even kidding.

It's not a joke.

It's so sad, just this, like, red marker.

So, what comes next, then?

Just... just off to college?

Uh, yeah.

What about you?

No.

I got big plans for this town.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Like what?

Burning it all to the fucking ground.

I guess you're halfway there.

So, what, it's just you and your dad here?

Yeah.

Yeah.

My mom died of an overdose over the summer.

So yeah, it's just us.

Fuck.

- It's okay-- - I'm so sorry.

It's okay, no, no, no.

my dad had, like, a breakdown

and couldn't go back to the ER.

Um, so...

I guess Kettle Springs just had an opening

for a family doctor, and, um...

here we are.

My younger sister died last summer, too.

We used to hang out at this reservoir all the time,

and...

she wanted to jump off the cliff into the water.

She just didn't jump far enough.

Uh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?

Because we have a fucking video to finish.

Okay.

Well, tonight was totally unexpected.

Yeah.

Total surprise.

In like a good way, though, right?

Yeah, in a good way.

Okay, cool.

Thanks for listening to all my shit.

Yeah, same.

- Shit! Fuck... - Hey, Quinn,

What the hell? You know what time it is?

Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

We were out, and I lost track of time.

What? Oh, and you've been drinking.

Who are you?

Uh, Cole Hill, sir.

Uh, don't worry, I'm totally okay to drive.

I had two drinks in four hours.

Yeah, that's two too many for somebody your age.

Okay, but realistically, everyone drinks in high school.

That being said, it will never happen again.

Yeah, it won't,

because you won't be seeing my daughter ever again.

Dad, stop.

Go home now.

Go home!

Dad, can you stop?

Oh, my god...

Fuck.

It's not my fault the cell reception sucks here.

You cannot run away

without telling me where you're going.

What, like how you just ran off

and moved us to the middle of nowhere

without asking me about it?

I asked you.

Yeah, and I said I didn't want to go.

Quinn, that's not fair.

I asked you, and you said that you'd be willing to go

if it's what I needed, right?

Exactly, exactly. If it's what you needed.

It never actually mattered what I wanted.

That's-- how can you say that?

Of course it matters. That's why I asked you

in the first place-- - No, it isn't.

No, it never mattered what I wanted,

because you fucking ran away.

We ran away,

because I guess that's what we do now.

We just run away when things get hard,

or scary,

or fucked up,

and I don't want to run anymore.

I just want to be okay!

Huh.

What in the fuck was that?

What the fuck?

No way...

Cole.

It's payback time already, huh?

Never prank the prankster.

All right, game on.

Motherfuck.

Okay, guys, not cool.

Matt...

Shit.

Cole?

Come on, man, I can hear you.

Gotcha!

Matt, I swear to God.

Okay.

Okay, nice touch with the plastic sheeting.

I like it.

Fuck.

What the hell?

Okay, y'all stepping it up with this one.

Try this on and pray it fits,

because it's the last one.

What is going on with this?

It fit perfect last year.

This was my favorite damn jacket.

You must have washed it or something.

Don't blame the dry cleaners.

You need to lay off that junk food.

Junk-- What?

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

To the parade?

Not after detention, you're not.

Dad, the whole class got detention.

I didn't even do anything wrong.

Mr. Vern just hates us.

Well, did you know

that Mr. Vern's brother committed suicide last month

when he lost his job at the factory?

I'm sorry, I didn't know that.

Oh, okay.

That's not my fault.

It's not your-- It's not his fault.

You know, you've got to start taking some responsibility.

It's nobody's fault, baby.

Sometimes things just happen.

What are you doing?

Go on, now.

Happy Founder's Day.

I would like to welcome you all

to the 100th annual

Kettle Springs Founder's Day Parade!

A hundred!

Today we celebrate

things that bring us together,

things that keep us together,

like tradition.

Yeah.

Like hard work...

Like good old small-town values!

Frendo!

- Hey! - Hey.

You guys figure out who that mystery Frendo is yet?

No, but we were thinking it might be Rust.

He and Cole used to be friends.

Yeah, that guy.

He's, um...

a little off.

Uh, he's very off.

Yo, you guys seen Tucker anywhere?

No, he's being a text bitch.

Okay, screw Tucker.

We're doing another video.

Really? Here?

Shut up, it's gonna be hilarious,

isn't it, Ronnie?

Totally hilarious.

Okay, you guys get the wide shot.

We're going to get cutaways over there.

Yeah?

Okay, let's go. - We'll get cutaways.

Okay.

- Hey. - Hey.

Oh...

hop on my shoulders.

You want me to do it?

Come on, let's go.

Okay.

So...

I kind of throw this party every year

after the parade.

Yeah?

Any chance your dad will let me take you with me?

Oh, less than zero percent.

Awesome.

I'll pick you up at 10:00.

Yo, yo, yo!

Ha ha!

No fucking way.

- Hey! - Shit!

Bozo, what do you think you're doing?

No, no, no!

No! Shit!

Sorry, man!

Fuck.

What's going on?

Cole?

Who the hell is responsible for this?

I think we should get out of here.

Oh, yeah.

Guys, what the fuck?

Did you guys see that?

What the hell was that?

That was insane, right? - You did this!

No, no, sir, I-I didn't do anything.

Oh, the hell you didn't.

You probably already put it on the Internet.

What...

We literally didn't do anything.

You sabotaged Founder's Day.

Now sit in here and stew on it.

Uh, Cole will call his dad.

Good luck with that.

I can't believe this is actually happening.

17 years old,

and I've already hit rock bottom.

He can't actually hold us here

without charging us, right?

This feels illegal.

You think he gives a shit about what's legal?

This is how it works in Kettle Springs.

I am so dead.

Yeah,

you are dead.

Never fuck with Frendo.

All right, you're free to go.

Not you, Daryl.

Aw...

Dad...

- What the hell, Quinn? - I know.

I told you to stay away from the Hill boy.

He didn't do anything.

The fucking sheriff has it out to get him.

Yeah, maybe because he burned down the factory

that employed half the town-- - No. No, no,

that was not his fault.

That was an electrical issue.

It was a wire that-- - Oh, he tell you that?

No, they did a full investigation.

He's not a liar, Dad.

He's not even a bad guy.

He's actually a really good guy.

Wait, you've known him for two days,

you end up in detention and now jail.

Because the teacher is a f-- asshole.

- Oh, okay. - But--

And so is the sheriff, Dad. - Sure.

There is something fucked up

about the old people in this town.

So it's everybody else's fault.

You know what?

You need to face consequences for your actions.

You're grounded until further notice.

No, no, no, no, I...

I am telling you, it was not--

Whose car is this, by the way? - Yeah...

It was going to be a surprise, but fat chance now.

Seriously?

Fuck.

I don't even know how to drive stick.

Yeah, I know you don't.

It was supposed to be like a bonding thing.

So you could experience

all the joy and trauma of my generation.

Yeah, maybe some other time, Dad.

Yeah.

I'm trying, Quinn.

One...

Two...

Three.

Yeah, six.

Seriously, guys?

Tucks?

Check this out, Tucker,

wherever you went.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five!

Tucker, you asshole, man.

Take it.

Take it, I'm spent.

Okay, yeah, very funny, motherfucker.

You fucking psycho!

God!

I can't believe we're doing this right now.

My dad is actually going to kill me.

No.

He's actually going to kill me.

He's not going to find out,

and even if he does,

I've already got a sober ride home planned,

so at least he'll know

you were disobeying him responsibly.

Responsibly, okay.

- Responsibly. Yes. - That's very reassuring.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What? What is that?

That is what I wanted to show you.

Isn't it cool?

Some Baypen schwag for ya.

Yeah, it is really cool.

Where did you get it from?

Oh, they have that kind of stuff all over town.

Yeah?

Like your psycho Frendo costume?

Where'd you get that?

I'm OG Kettle Springs, baby.

I got all kinds of stuff.

Does it work?

Try it.

Look out!

Fuck...

Ruston?

What the hell, man?

It's Saturday night.

I fell asleep in the tree stand.

When I woke up, there he was.

You know, that's barely a four-pointer.

It's a month of free dinner while my pop's out of work.

Rust...

Quinn.

Uh, yeah, we met, actually.

Hi again. Quinn.

Uh, Rust and I used to, uh, go hunting together.

Well, we're heading to the hoedown.

I'd tell you to come join us,

but it looks like you gotta go beat your meat.

Hey, did you tell Quinn

you used to practice your boy-band dance moves

in the mirror?

Later, Rust.

Be careful, Quinn.

Come on.

So what do I got to do

to see some of these dance moves?

Look, all I'm saying

is don't challenge me to a dance-off.

Challenge accepted.

You're a big talker. I like it.

Are you sure the owners are okay with us being here?

Oh, no, we're fully trespassing.

- So if we get arrested again-- - We won't.

Don't worry, we do this every year.

Do you promise?

Absolutely.

You are totally safe here, okay?

Trust me.

Hell, yeah.

Oh, hey, you guys made it!

Shots?

All right.

Oh, my god, what is in that?

That's moonshine, I think.

Oh, look, it's Cole and his shiny new plaything.

Shut up.

Where the hell are Matt and Tucker?

Well, Matt was supposed to pick us up,

but he just never showed.

He still hasn't texted me back.

I'm so fucking mad at him.

Same with Tucker.

It's weird, right?

They're planning something again, aren't they?

I was just thinking the exact same thing.

Be on guard, peeps.

Yo, yo, yo, y'all having a good time?

Welcome to the Founder's Day Barn Rave, baby!

Now, let me take a second

to thank my main man,

the one who paid for all this shit,

the junior founder himself,

and the future of Kettle Springs...

Cole Hill!

Give me a sec.

Look, I'm only going to say a couple things here

before we get to the real festivities.

Hell, yeah!

I know my great-grandfather founded this town,

but let's be honest,

we're the future here, right?

- Whoo! - Yeah!

So let's not subscribe to some backwards-ass belief

of what this town used to be,

and instead think ahead

and dream up what comes next,

and let's have a good fucking time!

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Like, you're just not good at dancing.

Hey.

Maybe we should slow down a bit.

Oh, you like slow kisses?

Slower.

Do you mean slow like this?

I mean, like, slow we...

we get another beer slow.

Oh, my god.

I'm so sorry.

Uh, no, I-- Quinn, I'm sorry.

I feel so fucking stupid.

No, Quinn, Quinn, stop.

Quinn!

I have so much shit going on inside of me right now,

and-and sometimes I...

I just don't know what to do with all of it.

Yeah...

I can see that.

You figure that out and get back to me.

Hey, new girl!

You get rejected yet?

Cole rejects everybody.

You could have told me that, Janet.

You're a sucker, Quinn.

He sucked you into his little web

so he could feed on your naive little mind.

Oh!

Oh, you bitch!

You guys! You guys, stop!

Hey, Ginger,

you okay?

Stop!

Matt and Tucker, remember?

This time, you don't fall for it.

Oh, my god.

Aw, Ginger,

did you die?

That is so sad.

Sucks to die so young.

Aw...

This is pretty pathetic.

I know, right?

Oh, my god, guys!

They made a plaster cast of Matt's head.

Ronnie, think fast.

You bitch!

You got corn syrup

all over my new top.

Aw, baby, you look so sad.

Did you get a little owie on your neck?

You guys...

Guys...

I can't find her pulse.

She's fucking dead.

Hey, check it out! It's Frendo!

Run!

Janet!

- Thanks. - Yeah.

Run! Run!

Sorry!

Open the door!

Around the back!

Please don't.

Duck!

Holy shit.

Thank you.

Where's Cole?

I don't know. I was just with him.

I don't know.

Did anybody call 911?

You can't.

It's a total dead zone.

Somebody drive back to town, then!

He slashed everyone's tires

and pulled the batteries.

Take his mask off.

Holy fucking shit.

That's a lot of Frendos!

Get up!

You gotta get up!

Where were you?

I was looking for you. Come on!

Fuck!

Come on! We gotta get inside!

Come on, come on! Move!

Quinn?

You asleep already?

Um, listen, I just wanted to say

that I know how hard this must be for you,

and I can't imagine what you're going through...

Damn it.

Fucking teenagers!

I'm not getting any signal.

They're surrounding us.

We got you surrounded!

There's fucking clowns everywhere.

There's no way out!

Rust, not that I'm complaining or anything,

but do you bring a loaded shotgun

to every party?

It's always in my truck,

locked.

That's why they didn't get it.

Those clowns hate us.

Ronnie, we're safe for now. It's a steel door.

It's over.

We're all gonna be headless teenagers

without heads!

Ronnie, Ronnie, you need to calm down, okay?

Look at me. Breathe.

We're gonna kill you!

Who the fuck are they? Why are they doing this?

And why is it only us?

Never fuck with Frendo.

We gotta go. We gotta get out of here.

She's right. We can't stay here.

What about the Tillersons' house?

We can use their landline to call for help.

That's like a mile through a cornfield

in the fucking dark.

How many shells you got left?

Three.

You know, I never thought I'd say this,

but I'm glad you're such a fucking redneck, Rust.

Aw, thanks, man. I love you, too.

What the hell, man? What are you doing?

What? I got him!

Yeah, and you wasted two shells doing it!

Now we only have one left to get out of here!

Oh, my God,

can you stop being so fucking stupid?

No, you know what? You're stupid,

because you threw away everything we had,

for what?

No, no, we never had anything.

Oh, bullshit.

Oh...

Why can't you just admit who you are

for once in your fucking life?

Because I don't fucking know!

Fuck!

You guys?

There's a hole in the ground over here.

Yes...

It's a drainage ditch.

Drainage for what?

You don't want to know.

Hey, I am not crawling through a shit pipe.

I'm gonna kill you!

Never mind! Let's go.

Guys, they have us surrounded.

If we try and crawl out of here,

they'll just Whac-A-Mole us to death.

Not if we distract them.

Driving around looking for you now.

It's not a big town.

It's only a matter of time.

I'm not mad, Quinn.

Just please call me back.

Hello?

Hello?

I don't have any drugs here, if that's what you want.

Move.

Don't look. Keep going.

Okay, okay, okay.

What is happening?

Save him, or your daughter dies.

Where-where is she?

You'll find out.

First, you've got work to do.

Okay, okay.

Let's hope this works.

I can't do it! I can't!

Shut up, Ronnie! Go!

You owe me a new outfit after this.

Not the time, Janet.

- Don't be long. - Try and hold your breath.

Are you sure about this?

Yeah, man. You know I love blowing shit up.

Here, take this. There's on one shot left.

Rust, like...

I'm really sorry about-- - Tell me about it later!

I'll be right behind you.

Go. Go!

Fuck!

Oh, I hate my life,

I hate my life, I hate my life.

Oh, my god...

Move your butt, Ronnie.

Oh, geez.

Rust...

W-we have to go get him.

We can't. We have to go for help.

We have one bullet.

One bullet.

Save it.

We have to go to the Tillersons' house.

What, through the cornfield?

What choice do we have?

Cole!

Aw, hell!

Go, go, go!

He's having trouble breathing.

Let me just-- - I said leave it on.

Who are you people?

Did I say you could talk?

K4, you there?

We got more incoming.

Roger that. Send 'em down. Doc's here.

Copy!

I need more saline.

What?

He's in shock.

He's going to die if he doesn't get more fluids.

I need more saline.

Well, why don't you get some?

'Cause I'm in the middle of an operation.

Fine. Where is it?

In the cabinet behind you.

Where?

Um, it's in the bottom drawer.

Come on, come on, come on...

Here.

Sorry about tonight, Quinn.

Oh, it's okay.

Don't worry about it.

You know, except for the clowns trying to kill us and all.

That kind of sucks.

Ow!

This corn hurts.

Shut up, Ronnie.

I can't shut up.

Fuck, it's like we're in

some awful '80s slasher horror movie in the corn.

Which means what, exactly?

It means I'm next.

Okay, stop it!

Guys, there's the road.

There's a car coming.

Come on. - Let's go.

Hey, hey!

- Hey, wait! - Hey!

Oh, shit.

Please tell me that isn't the fucking sheriff.

Put the gun down.

Sir? Sir, I--I know this looks bad,

but this isn't mine.

Put the gun down now,

and back away.

Okay.

Sheriff, you don't understand.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we were attacked by clowns!

All right,

I've had about enough of you, thanks.

It-it-it-- This wasn't me, okay?

Whoa, whoa, what?

No, no, no.

Quinn, no. - Wait, wait, wait!

No, no, no.

Sheriff, you don't understand.

There's a massacre going on.

There's a bunch of dead people back there.

Anything you say

can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

What is happening?

Why is everyone so fucking mean?

Hey!

Watch your language, girlie.

This is not a joke.

There's a bunch of psychos

dressed up like Frendo

who are trying to kill us!

Oh, my god.

Oh, that's my bad.

All right, okay, y'all are making

one of your little goofy Internet videos?

Is that what's happening?

Your little dirtbag friends out there

filming me from the cornfield?

Is that right?

There's no camera, you idiot!

We're in a bunch of danger right now!

Shut up, you're the one

who's in a bunch of danger, homeboy.

- Wait, wait, wait! - It's real, Sheriff.

I swear to God.

They have chainsaws and-and axes...

Yeah, and-and pitchforks,

and my boyfriend's head!

Y'all had a shotgun,

so what's your problem?

This is insane. This is--

What? This is insane. Why won't you listen to us?

Wait, wait, wait, arrest me too!

Please just get me out of here.

Next time, toots.

Y'all have a pleasant rest of your night.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, don't!

We need help! We need help!

How do we have the worst sheriff in America?

What the hell?

Why did he only arrest Cole?

Okay, let's get to the Tillersons' house.

We can call for help there.

How far is it?

Not far. Come on.

What? Wait, wait, wait, no. I'm not going back in there!

I'm drawing the line, okay?

I'm drawing the line right here!

Oh, shit.

Wait!

What?

Run!

Wrong way!

Change of plans!

Shh. Shh.

We're gonna die.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my god!

Did you seriously just ring the doorbell?

Well, do we just go in?

I think we're past the point of pleasantries, Janet, yeah.

Do you see a phone?

Shh...

Is he dead?

Well, I don't think he's meditating.

I think he's dead.

It's a phone!

Oh, my god.

Upstairs.

Let's go.

There it is!

Hello?

Hello?

What?

Look-- I think the ph--

I think the line is dead.

Okay, call 911.

Well, where's the button, Janet?

Uh, what is this? What is this?

What the fuck kind of phone is this?

Quinn...

Holy shit.

What is this?

This was a trap.

We gotta get out of here.

Oh, shit!

He was meditating!

Oh, shit, Janet!

Oh, god, is it bad?

Is it bad? I can't look.

Oh, my god, it's bad.

Oh, it's so bad, girl.

Fuck, stay still, stay still, stay still, stay still...

I know, I know, I know!

Don't let me die, don't let me die.

- No, no, no, no, no! - I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!

I hate you, Quinn.

Me too.

Oh, fuck.

Jeez...

Come on, hurry it up.

This is taking too long!

What happened?

He's flatlining.

Um, look, I need your help.

Me?

Yeah, yeah, you!

Come on, take it, take it!

What are you looking at me for?

Take 'em, take 'em, take 'em, take 'em, take 'em!

Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Ready? One, two...

Fuck the Hippocratic oath!

You shouldn't have done that.

Sorry.

Um, you're going to want to leave that in there.

I'm going to get some help.

No, no. What are you doing?

No, no. No, no, no, I just...

Ah...

Okay, that's...

Now you're gonna bleed out.

Yeah. See?

That's...

This is exactly what I was saying.

Aah!

Don't say I didn't warn you.

It's all going wrong!

Goddamn it! We shouldn't have done it like this!

This is not my fault!

The damn girl's tougher than we thought!

Just get her

and bring her back to the Baypen factory!

Oh, my God.

- We'll deal with her there. - Roger that.

Damn it!

Goddamn it!

No, don't do this to me right now.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, please don't do this to me right now.

Aah!

Damn it!

When your dad wants to teach you to drive stick,

you fucking say yes!

Who the hell are you people?

Aw.

Welcome to the main event, sweetie pie.

My fucking face hurts.

Don't complain.

I gotta work in the morning.

Work? This is work.

This is the best damn job I've ever had.

Better than my day job.

Yeah, you're a lot fucking better at it, too.

Language, sweetheart.

Why are you doing this?

Because...

it's a Founder's Day tradition!

I mean, only when necessary, of course.

You're Cole's dad.

No.

No, Cole's no son of mine.

I disowned him.

Oh, come on, please just let me go.

No, no, no, no.

It's way too late for that, toots.

I didn't do anything.

Shh.

Shh.

You know, Kettle Springs is a good town,

filled with good people, right?

Uh-huh.

That's right, it is.

Best of America...

what's left of it.

And keeping it that way all these years

hasn't been easy.

It takes vigilance,

because every couple of generations,

well, we get ourselves a bad crop.

I'm not even from here.

Go ahead.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no!

Now, listen.

In the '30s, Baypen became the national brand.

It kept this town afloat, right?

Uh-huh. You can say that.

And then this big old train full of hobos

just rolled on into town,

and they just didn't want to leave.

No, and then we had some hippies in the '60s.

They came in and started a commune,

sold dope to kids,

and then, oh, in the '90s,

we all know what kind of burnouts

those guys were, man.

But your generation,

with your...

your fucking preening and your goddamn cat videos,

well, you guys might be the worst of them all.

Cancer.

A scourge!

A blighted crop is what you are,

that needs to be culled!

Oh, Cole!

Cole!

Surprise!

What are you doing? He's your son!

No, I told you, he isn't my son,

not since he killed his own sister.

He didn't kill her.

- It was on his watch! - She drowned!

He took everything from me,

everything that I cared about,

and then you burned down the goddamn factory.

That was the last straw, Cole.

I just came to the realization

that my boy is just a bad seed,

and Daddy has to start all over.

Oh, my god, you're insane.

You're an insane person!

I'm just doing what my daddy did before me,

and his daddy did before him.

Tradition.

You really think

you're going to be able to get away with this?

Look.

Would you like to see Cole's suicide note? Hmm?

It's going live on his socials tomorrow morning.

Yup!

Another spoiled rich kid

that shoots up a party,

and then he kills the girl that spurned him

right before he kills himself.

Affluenza's a bitch.

Yeah.

Yeah, I would say so.

So let's go.

Let's get this show on the road.

You're fucking sick, you know that?

You just pretend to care.

You're so worried about what's wrong with the kids,

when you guys are the ones that fucked everything up!

You don't care about the Earth.

You don't care about the next generation.

Well, guess what,

the world's going to change

whether you like it or not,

and I know that scares the shit out of you...

because if you can't have things the way that you want 'em,

you'd rather burn it all to the fucking ground!

You'd rather kill us than just listen.

Let's hear it for Cole.

That was beautiful.

That was beautiful!

You know what?

I'm gonna put that into the suicide note.

I mean, I'm not going to put in

all the gory details and stuff,

but, um, you know, I'll put a lot of it.

Jesus fucking Christ, this is endless.

Can we get on with it, please?

Well, yes, sir.

Thank you.

Listen, sweetheart, I'm really sorry.

I mean, I-- I tried to warn you,

but you didn't listen.

Dumb fuck!

Just like the rest of your goddamn generation.

No! No!

Sheriff?

I'm okay, right?

Uh...

Dad!

Cole! Get Cole!

Dad!

Run, Quinn.

Run!

Shit!

Dunne...

You go get her, I got Cole.

Hey, Doc...

Come on, come on, come on...

It's over, sweetheart.

Come on out, now. There ain't nowhere to run.

Don't worry, I'll make it quick.

See, that's the problem with your generation.

You all think

that you're smarter than us.

You got that right.

And I'm not your fucking sweetheart.

You're going down, no matter what.

The truth is going to come out eventually.

Oh, you are too dumb to be my son.

You tell people what they want to believe,

and you can get away with murder.

You started the fire, didn't you?

For the fucking insurance money.

Business was bad.

You were losing money, weren't you, Dad?

You burnt down the factory!

Now I take it back.

You're not as dumb as I thought.

Oh, fuck you.

I'll see you in hell, son.

Cole! Cole!

Oh, my God!

Stay there! Stay there!

Cole! Help!

Rust.

Cole!

You're alive, man.

See?

You always second-guess, man.

No, it's because you smell like burnt flesh.

You don't smell so good either.

Oh, fuck it.

Such a confusing fucking night.

Quinn!

- Dad! - Oh, Quinn.

Quinn, oh, my God. - Dad.

Oh, thank god you're okay.

Are you--are you okay?

No, yeah, it's fine.

He just shot me once,

but it was on the spleen side, so...

Oh, my god, that looks really fucking bad.

No, it's okay. Hey, hey...

Promise me we'll learn

to talk things through a bit better.

Yeah, I would like that very much.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Okay, you don't have to--

Okay, okay, I'll be fine.

Come on. Come on...

So, what do you guys think of Kettle Springs so far?

Uh... well, I haven't really been here very long,

but I hear it's fucking lovely in the spring.

- Quinn. - Oh, sorry, Dad.

Language.

Guys?

Oh, shit.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

Yes.

There are keys.

Quick, get in!

Here we go. All right.

Shit.

Shit! It's another stick shift, Dad.

I can't do it!

I can't do it. Please take over--

Quinn, Quinn,

you got this.

Just here, just push in the clutch.

It's that guy over there.

Slide it into first,

and give it a little bit of gas.

Oh, yup, there we go.

Okay, good, good. Now let it out a little bit.

There you go. You're doing it.

Yeah, nice job, Quinn.

Guys, we got a problem!

We gotta go the other way.

No, we're done running.

Quinn...

fucking punch it!

Die, you motherfucking clown!

You sure you don't need me to drive you?

Nah.

You gotta stay back and work on your campaign.

Plus, this way, I can listen to my own music.

I can't believe how grownup you are.

I hate it.

I love you so much.

I love you too, Dad.

You're tough as nails, Quinn.

Uh, excuse me.

I'm sorry, were you really going to leave

without saying goodbye?

No.

I was going to stop by your house

on the way out.

Right, yeah, well, we couldn't wait.

Brought you something.

A gift.

Wow.

It's a 16-inch collapsible self-defense baton.

Just like I always wanted.

Yeah.

Sorry, Dr. Maybrook, but, uh,

there's some crazies out there.

Completely understand.

This is really sweet, you guys.

I hope I don't have to use it

against a bunch of killer clowns.

Us too,

but just in case.

I love you guys.

You be safe, okay?

Stay away from old people.

Uh, hey.

I mean old clowns that want to kill you.

Right. That's good advice.

Love you. Bye!