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Floyd, darling.

Wake up.

The day we've been waiting for
for 30 years is finally here.

We did it. You and me.

Mm-hm.

Will the help of someone else.

Someone's gonna die.

You're killing both those assholes

Mm-mm, Floyd. Or this.

We need nine bodies and
one of them is still out there.

We need to retrieve it before a
pack of coyotes

or wolves can do it.

What's that?

Crazy bastard doing a striptease?

You get hypothermia,
body thinks it's burning up,

and you start ripping your clothes off.

Huh.

- Bodies are weird.
- Yeah.

Sure are.

But one thing they don't do
generally is explode.

God damn it.

Well, we know one thing for sure.

Blake's not the killer.

How are we going to take
him back to the motel?

And will that sludge even work?

We'll just gather up what
we can and make the best of it.

His essence is here,
even if his body isn't.

Wolves scavenged most of him.

Hey, what are you guys looking at?

We were out looking for Blake and...

How... how did this happen?

See that snowblower sitting right there?

We banished him, and he was murdered.

Well, hey, he stabbed me

and then shoved a gun in our
faces and then shot at us all.

Right, I know, I know, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but it's still awful.

The thing to focus on now is
the fact that someone got to him

before the wolves did.

Was it you?

I thought the cold was gonna be enough.

I didn't expect someone
to take it further.

Where's Andy?

He's inside, making his breakfast.

- He... he wouldn't do this.
- Mm.

I was with Floyd all night.

Were you with Andy?

No. We slept in our own rooms.

I know you two have gotten close.

Real close.

- But, honey...
- Watch your six, as they say.

What are we gonna do about Blake?

Well, we can't leave him out here,
not with all the scavengers around.

No, it isn't right.

Uh, I'm gonna go back to the shed,

grab a wheelbarrow,
a couple shovels and a tarp,

and we'll take as much of this poor guy

back to the motel as we can.

Oh.

That does not look good.

Wish we had some antibiotics.

It's starting to look infected.

I don't need 'em.

After tonight, Baphomet
will see to all our needs.

What?

Barring the unlikely event of
some unknown person out there,

one of those two is our killer.

And as long
as they're allowed to roam free,

the ceremony is in danger.

- There's an easy fix.
- Hm?

Let me go kill 'em. Kill 'em both.

We need one alive for the invocation.

Okay.

I'll go chop off Andy's head

and we'll bleed Paige out at midnight.

Hey. Trust me.

I'd rather the killer be Paige.

The killer, whether it's Andy or Paige

is not someone to be trifled with.

Agreed. So...

what do we do?

We bring one of them over to our side.

Which one?

Paige. She'd make
a better offering to Baphomet,

and one could argue that she's been

preparing her whole life to be that.

And how do we make her see the light?

By giving her... irrefutable proof

that Andy is a Satan
worshiping psychopath.

Sorry, I...
I shouldn't have just walked in.

It's okay, it's okay.

I was outside with
Floyd and Shirley, and, um,

- and we found Blake.
- Oh.

I guess we knew the cold would get him.

- It wasn't the cold.
- He was killed?

Left in pieces.

I'm not sure I'll ever get all
of his blood off of me, actually.

Hey. You should have gotten me.

There's not really anything you
or anyone else could have done.

Well, how did he...

Sorry. If it's too hard,
you don't have to tell me.

Snowblower.

God.

It's not funny in the
slightest. It's just, um...

Oh, shh. It's okay.

You're in shock,

that's all.

The latest wave of slashers hidden
in the speciousness of elevated horror,

the glut of salacious true
crime podcasts and docudramas,

the alleged art film credibility
of horror extremism,

and the bald-faced
opportunism of gross out horror

as social media sanctioned dare.

What becomes painfully clear

is that hoary but truthful trope
of the last 70 years...

consumers are being desensitized
to violence

and its awful and lasting consequences.

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised

by your returning again and again,

to the facile point

that violent entertainment
desensitizes us.

From the Romans paying to see
Christians ripped apart by lions

to the US public
executions up to the 1930s,

the constancy of these acts

has guaranteed the kind of
simple minded drudgery

to be found in your thesis.

If you'd gone deeper into your topic,

if you thought about
what drives this hunger

for an entertainment,

perhaps even you would have stumbled

onto some new avenues of interrogation.

The movies that you cite,

which I had to endure
in order to adjudicate

your thesis defense,

are unequivocal trash,

full of two dimensional
characters so grotesque

and idiotic one would hazard
they deserved to die.

Will you be advocating
for the real world suffering

of Wile E coyote next?

- This field has been barely...
- No, no, no, no, no.

Turning your gaze to the simplistic

and righteous gutter that you
pretend to critique

does nothing but reveal your inane

and very questionable
obsession with that very gutter.

And I'm afraid the gutter...

is where your thesis belongs.

I regret to inform you that you
have failed your PhD defense.

I can't approve it.

And I know no one else will.

You might find a lower tier
college or night school

that will employ you, should you
feel compelled to teach.

But a full professorship here
is not in the cards.

So, should I put this all
in the dishwasher, or...

really, what's the point?

You can just put it over there.
I'll take care of them.

No, no, I can... I can
clean them off, I just, um...

I'm just... I-I don't know.
I don't know what I am.

Something on your mind, hon?

Everything's on your mind.
Floyd and me, too.

But you seem especially perturbed.

Everything okay with Andy?

If you ain't feeling safe,
you can just stick with us.

You suspect Andy,

Andy suspects you, I suspect everyone.

I mean, of course I do.

I don't actually know
who any of you truly are.

Right back at you, sister.

Of course, and... and that's a problem.

Because until the cops or... or
whoever get here and save us...

this isn't over. We're all in danger.

Okay. Okay, let's...

let's think this through logically, hm?

You were out in the woods with us alone.

Two against one.

If we were the killers, why wouldn't
we have taken advantage of that?

Do you wanna to go through our stuff?

Won't take you very long, because

most of it burned up in that RV.

As long as we can go through yours.

And Andy's, too. It's only fair.

I can't make that decision for him.

Good news is, you won't have to.

Because if we pass this test,

that'll be the writing on the wall.

What do you say?

He unpacked everything.

What's this? Oh, no. It's just a vape.

Though, this shit willkill you.

I gave up smoking when my agent told me

he could see it on my teeth

and in the crow's feet around my eyes.

That's a crappy thing to say.

Even though it was
ultimately for the best.

Found something.

Looks pretty serious.

He is an academic. It's
probably something he's studying.

Okay.

If this is what he's studying,

then we're in a lot of trouble.

"The blood of a live virgin
holds special power

because defiling a pure woman
weakens God."

Insane and misogynistic.

Oh, and an entire chapter on
how to disembowel a cat

- while still alive.
- Okay.

I get you're freaked out now.

We found this in his dresser, Floyd.

I know, but if he hears us,
then he'll know that we know.

And we need the element
of surprise here,

'cause as normal
as that guy pretends to be,

he's one sick puppy.

What do we do?

I don't know, any spells in there
on how to take out a psycho?

Okay, no one's taking out anyone. Okay?

Honey, we have to do
something about this threat.

You were on the invite list. We weren't.

So you're going to be part of whatever

twisted plan he's been enacting.

But Andy and I are close, we...

We made a real connection.

It means nothing.

Him and Kawayan were close,

and then he painted his bedroom
walls with that guy's blood.

- I know.
- Sick son of a bitch has been playing us all.

Okay, okay.

Do you think the three of us
could... could take him,

overpower him, um, lock him up, maybe?

Maybe. If he wasn't prepared for it.

But you look at what he's done
to some of those big guys.

- Right.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Portia and Ruby, they... they
took something for sleep.

Knocked them out.

The night he ripped out Portia's heart.

Okay, Ruby said they both
popped sleeping pills.

Safe. Clean.

Leaves him for the cops to sort out.

Okay. It's a good plan.

Who's gonna grab the pills?

Okay. I'll go.

And if Andy finds me, I'll tell him

that I was just looking for
rainproof clothes for the walk.

Sure. Now, be careful. Promise?

Yeah.

You're a genius.

What? What's wrong?

Nothing, I just...

I hope we're taking out the right one.

Shirl, there's no way
that charming gal is a killer.

That charming gal is an actor.

Late night shoots, these save my life.

Um, ginger, honey,
cardamom, and turmeric.

Tastes better than it sounds.

And it really packs a punch.

Well, they got a thermos around here.

Maybe we can take some with us
for the hike.

That's a great idea.

I'll make some more.

Everything okay?

This weekend has been absolutely...

Oh, terrible isn't even the word.

But even at its worst,
I am so thankful for the fact

that I wasn't going through this alone.

To friendship.

To friendship.

Look, if I met
Floyd and Shirley in the street,

I'd think they were just
a normal middle aged couple.

Exceedingly normal.

But maybe that's what
they want you to think,

to hide who they really are.

And who's that?

I don't know.

But this place, it's like a shrine,

to crazy people.

Maybe they heard about this weekend,

and then they decided
to come up here to,

uh, try and make a name for themselves.

That just sounds so convenient.

Exactly!

Whoa.

Oh.

You took their side.

Andy, you got to see it
from our point of...

Oh.

- What did you give me?
- Don't worry, it's just sleeping pills.

You'll sleep for a while, and hopefully

by the time you wake up,
the cops will be here.

I'm not the killer.

How do I know that for sure?

Because they are.

They've been doing this, Paige.

And you...

You...

alone...

with them... is danger.

Can we just leave him untied
and secure the door?

Kind of defeats the purpose.

Honey, I promise
we're not doing anything

that will harm him.
We're just keeping him safe.

Safe for us. Safe from himself.

- You good?
- All good.

I promise you, Paige...

nothing bad about this.

- So, um, what now?
- Now, we wait.

Storm's over, they'll be
clearing the roads pretty soon.

Once the internet's connected,
we contact the cops and...

get them to set this all right.

And then for the first time
this weekend,

we can breathe easy.

I know. It just, um...
it just feels really wrong.

It feels really wrong. I'm sorry.

It's okay, baby girl.

You go on and let it all out.

Shirley's here to take care of you.

Listen...

This will all be over soon enough. Yeah?

Okay.

Why don't you go and whip up some lunch?

Sure thing.

Hey, you know what I think will
feel good?

A hot bath.

I had a soak, and I feel like
a completely different person.

Yeah? So why don't I go ahead
and draw you something,

and then you can just
tune out, and turn off.

- Sound good?
- Yeah.

Come on.

Go on.

Why don't you sit there on the bed?

- Okay.
- Yeah.

You know, I saw
some brochures at the front desk

advertising their spa services.

Why don't I go pick you
up one of their mud scrubs?

Really help you relax. Sound good?

- Honestly, it sounds amazing.
- You see?

I feel better already.
Just knowing I'm gonna help you.

And you deserve it.

So relax and let all
that tension just melt away.

Mm.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

911.

I think you should tighten
that circle a touch.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

Well...

Paige is a...

a little bit shorter than Caitlin was.

I guess you're right.

In a few hours, a portal
to Hell will be open

and Baphomet will be
unleashed unto the world.

And you and I will be
fornicating by his side

for all eternity.

Whoa.

Patience, my love.

The True Occult Bookstore.

Okay, there's Andy's book.

Let's see how serious this is.

Oh my God.

How's my spa, babe?

I was thinking maybe I'm done.

You know?

Will you stop denying
yourself life's pleasures?

Like this.

This scrub...

says that the pumice is sourced from the

Vestmannaeyjar region of Iceland.

Hmm.

Oh. Honey, you're gonna have to relax.

You're so... tense.

'Course, you've been to hell and back,

so it's perfectly understandable.

We're all okay now. All of us.

And now, I'm gonna touch
some pressure points

on your forehead. Is that okay?

That feel better now?

We'll just let all that stress...

...and anxiety down the drain.

Hold your nose.

Oh, honey. Honey.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

We have that nasty man locked away.

What have you been looking at?

You little bitch!

Go to hell!

Aah!

Aah!

- Aah! You fucking bitch!
- Fuck you!

Stay the fuck off of me!

Die! Die! Die!

Fuck you!

Time to begin.

Shh.

I am so sorry.

- You drugged me!
- Shh! Please keep your voice down.

Floyd and Shirley are the killers, okay?

And it wasn't my plan. They tricked me.

They planted all
this satanic stuff in your room.

I fell for it. And I'm so sorry, Andy.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

- No. Fuck them!
- Shh. Shh.

- No, fuck them.
- Shh! Shh.

They tricked all of us.
Okay, we just have to get...

Listen to me, listen to
me. Shirley is dead. Okay?

They were gonna sacrifice me tonight.

And you, too. They needed nine of us.

And then she saw my phone,
and she attacked me.

Yeah, but... but we've all had phones.

I know, I know, but mine dinged.

- I got a bunch of messages.
- So the Wi-Fi's back?

I don't know how.
Maybe Floyd and Shirley

must have disabled it, but then,

why would they have turned it back on?

No, no, no, storms can mess
with satellite signals.

Look, it doesn't matter. All that
matters is we can call the cops now.

I did. I did call them. I called 911.

- I called them.
- You did?

- Yeah.
- That's great.

- Yeah.
- That's great.

Okay, now they said... they
said they might take a while,

but, okay, I did some snooping
on everyone.

And you're good, obviously, but they...

they are full blown
blood cult Satanists.

And since that's the case,
they might have been the ones

who killed everyone 30 years ago.

Yeah, they...
they would have been their 20s.

- Yes.
- That makes perfect sense.

Even if they're not,

they're definitely
the ones doing it now.

But we have to get out of here.

We have to go before
Floyd finds Shirley, okay?

'Cause when he does...

It was bad.

It was bad.

Girls, it's just me.

Don't worry, I'm not... I'm not...
I'm not gonna come in.

But you guys, you should see this sky.

I...

I mean it... it's a beaut.

You guys hear me?

Aah!

Aah!

These are all the knives we've got.

- I don't want to fight him.
- Me neither.

But if we're gonna fight him,
it's better to do it here.

He's a hunter. He's used to
the outdoors, we're not.

- Two against one, right?
- Yeah. And we gotta use that.

Circle him, keep him off balance.

- Okay.
- Hey...

You took on Shirley by yourself.

This is nothing.

I'm gonna rip you two apart!

Okay. Let's do this.

You're gonna suffer all night!

You murderous bitch!

I didn't want to believe it.

Shirley was right about you all along.

I thought it was you
killing everyone, but nuh-uh,

it was this seabird.

- Wait, you're the killer?
- Andy, ignore him and fight!

Aah!

Of course, you didn't know,
Professor Andy,

because you couldn't
even sniff out the originals.

And I gotta say,
this one puts us both to shame.

He's lying. They killed everyone.

She was all ready to drug
you at the first chance.

Oh, look at her.
Look at her hold that knife!

She wanted to jump at the chance.

She wanted to drug you.

You've been a fucking liar
ever since you got here!

You gotta admit, she's
a damn sight better than you.

You know, I can't believe a nerd
like you could do anything!

Aah!

We've got all night! You're gonna die!

- Fuck! Oh my... Oh my God!
- Oh! Oh!

- Oh!
- Jeez!

Oh my God!

Oh! Oh...

Right where I want you.

It's like you can't escape it.

It's like you're fated to be here.

What is all this?

The final steps of the ritual.

At the height of the moon, Hell upon us.

And you, my dear,
will be the last gush of blood

before the gates start sluicing.

After I get rid of
your pathetic lamb here.

Grab it!

Grab it!

She knew.

She knew. She knew you were the killer.

I am not the killer!

Baphomet be praised.

What are you smiling about?

Take these last offerings
of a dying heart.

- Blood of my soul.
- What's it mean?

You opened the gates of Hell.

What?

That's not true, he's just...
there are no demons.

- There's no summoning!
- Not waiting to find out.

- Grab him.
- No...

No!

As long as this piece of
garbage is alive, he's still a threat.

If Blake taught me anything,

it's that you need to kill
them all the way.

What your wife saw in me...

that was potential.

That felt so good.

For the first time since I got here...

- You're not afraid?
- Yeah.

- Me neither.
- Hm.

Help will get here soon, right?

Yeah.

The 911 operator I spoke to

said they're sending
someone as soon as they can.

Maybe before we wake up.

And I can't believe it.

That they did it? Both times?

That it's come full circle.

I killed the two bastards
that killed Caitlin Ridgeley.

What the hell is that?

What the fuck?

You hear that, right?

- Are you Andy Lecavalier?
- Yeah, that's me.

We're so glad to see you.

Okay, so what happened here?

Well, um, we...

uh, a group of us,

we... we all were invited
here three days ago

to celebrate the opening
of the cold River.

Never heard anything like this.

Yes, you have. 30 years ago.

I bet some of the
dried blood on that mask

will be from the original victims.

Are you sure this older couple...

- Floyd and Shirley.
- Yeah.

Floyd and Shirley.
Are you sure that they killed everybody?

Yeah.

Every single person
who is dead in there.

So there's no chance
they might have been

working with someone?
Someone out in the woods?

No.

I'm sorry. I know you two
have been through a lot.

- We gotta ask.
- No.

No. It was all them. No one else.

Okay, you two stay right here.

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