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(dramatic music) (wind whooshing)

(low thudding)

(ominous music)

(upbeat dance music) (all cheering)

- [Jonah] Ladies, nice.

Welcome to the party.

(all cheering)

- Whooo!

(all cheering)

(ominous music)

- [Jonah] Oh, crap.

We've got Steve and Steve.

We've got the Steves, guys.

Oh yeah.

Oh, oh.

Hey, Kaylee.

What's up?

- Hey, what's up? - I didn't think

you'd show up because of the whole,

you know.

- Yeah.

Last midterm's at 4:30.

Where else am I gonna go? - Oh.

Hey, you drinkin'?

- No, I'm good, thanks. - Oh.

- Jonah. - Konichiwa bitches.

(all cheering)

- Actually, I changed my mind.

- [Jonah] Oh, shit.

- Hey, hey, hey.

So, I need everybody to put your phones in the bag.

Okay?

Okay.

Put your phones in the bag.

(clapping) Everyone put your phone in the bag.

- No way, Mitch.

- I need my phone. - Oh, you saw the invite.

You saw the invite.

Oh, you wanna, you wanna spend the rest of your

spring break taking naked selfies of your vagina?

Right.

But tonight Vegas rules, baby.

(all cheering)

- What about him?

- No rowdy, rowdy, bro.

Give it up.

Give it up.

(ominous music)

(all cheering)

- Come on, Marsha.

Give me a little something.

Nobody's around.

Nobody's around.

It's just us for the camera.

Oh! (chuckles)

Did you see that?

- Come on. - All right, babe.

You ready?

- Ready for this. - All right.

Let's go. - Gilbert, Gilbert.

(all cheering)

- All up.

- Ah.

That was for my mom.

(all cheering)

- She's had, uh-oh, incoming.

- Yo, ho.

Ooh.

Okay.

- [Man] How you doing over there, Gilbert.

- Oh, I'm good. - (sighs) Yes?

- What the hell is that? - Ew.

- We found it up the beach.

- It's, it's gooey. - Dude, yo.

Holmes.

That's not gonna burn.

Yo, we need firewood.

We need firewood, guys. - He called you an idiot,

Gilbert.

- What did you say? - I said you're an idiot.

- Fuck you say, Jonah? - Man, it's about fire, bro.

- Come here. - Hey, hey, hey.

(ominous music)

- [Jonah] Yo, come on, dude, hand it over.

- No, man. - Listen to me.

I know it was nice for you.

Yo.

Oh, dude trying to have a moment here, bro.

(upbeat dance music) (all cheering)

(waves crashing)

(upbeat dance music) (all cheering)

- Oh, don't touch me, troll.

- [Jonah] Oh that is awesome.

That is so awesome.

(upbeat dance music continues)

Hey, come on, guys. - Vegas rules, bitch.

All right, no Tweet-Tweets, no Facebooks,

My Spaces.

Let's go.

- In fact, nothing leaves this beach.

- [Jonah] Oh, man.

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

- Shit.

- Hey.

Hey.

(ominous music continues)

Hey.

- (sighs) Look, (sighs) Mitch.

- Dude, I get it.

Okay, I get it.

Vegas rules.

Ah, do you want to get wet?

Surfing.

Do you want to surf, or-

I just,

I just wanna go home.

(ominous music)

- Hey, where are you going?

- Nowhere. - Mm.

(ominous music)

- Good morning. (chuckles)

- We should probably- - Later?

- Mm.

- Oh. (chuckling)

Okay people, let's get up and out of here.

- No, five more minutes.

- Seriously?

I thought I was horny.

(ominous music continues)

Marsha.

Marsha.

Marsha.

Marsha. (car horn honking)

- Shhh.

(Marsha grunts)

(ominous music continues)

Marsha, I can see you nipples.

- I can see them. - Don't look at her nipples.

- Where's your top? - Dick.

- Have you seen Heather?

- Oh, my God.

- I'm gonna kill that bitch.

Oh shit.

Hold on. (vomits)

- That was amazing.

(Marsha heaving)

There were like chunks.

Did you see that?

- She's probably puking in your shoes.

- Nice.

(bird squawking) (ominous music continues)

- Are you stuck?

Oh, my God.

- Guys, I'm sick.

- Yeah, no shit, Marsha.

Come here and let's go.

(ominous music continues)

- Marsha, don't touch the sand.

- What the fuck?

(Heather gasping)

- Yeah, don't touch the sand.

(Marsha grunting)

- What is it? - I don't know.

I'm stuck.

- Did she say she's stuck?

- My feet, I can't... (grunting)

- [Chanda] Marsha, just get up.

(Marsha screams)

- (crying) No. - Is she okay?

- She probably just stepped on something.

(Marsha screams)

- Yo, something's wrong. - No, Vance, don't.

- No. - Yep.

We have to help her. - No, Vance.

You can't.

- Get back in the...

No, no, Mitch.

There's just something wrong with the sand.

- We have to help him. - Do something.

- Vance. - You guys,

why isn't he getting up?

- [Vance] (screaming) Ronnie.

Help.

Help me.

- I'm going. - No.

No.

- Just let me go.

- Oh, it hurts.

- Goddamn it, do something.

- Start the car, Jonah.

Start the car.

- Come on. - It's gonna be okay.

- Come on! - It's gonna be okay.

Vance, baby, look at me.

Look at me, baby.

- Ronnie, help. - Get a rope.

Get something.

Just see what there is.

- All right.

I'm coming, Vance.

I've got some rope.

- Look at me, baby.

Look at me.

- Shit.

I got it.

- He's sinking. - You will, too.

- Ronnie.

- (crying) Oh, honey.

Baby, no.

No, God.

- (screaming) Ronnie.

Help.

- (crying) Oh, my God, baby.

No.

Please, please, get up.

(ominous orchestral music)

This isn't real.

Guys.

Fuck.

God.

- What the hell?

Somebody want to tell me what the fuck just happened?

- You saw.

- It was quicksand, man.

We, we need to get out there and dig.

- No.

You saw the sand.

The sand ate him.

It devoured him.

It was chemicals.

- What? - Chemicals.

There was a spill or something like oil or something.

- That's bullshit.

Oil does not do that or the fuckin' Quicky Lube guy

would earn more than fuckin' minimum wage.

- It was the government.

- So, it was the government, oil,

chemicals that killed Vance.

Mystery solved.

- Okay, what do we do?

- I'm gonna call my congressman,

KCAL-Nine, 60 Minutes.

Just get me my phone.

Call someone.

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- Shit.

The phones are in the trunk.

- Oh, that's just great.

How are we supposed to get 'em?

- Vegas rules, you dick.

What kind of stupid ass plan was that?

Take our phones away so we don't end up

on the fuckin' internet.

You see how played out that is.

- (crying) God.

- Guys, hey, hey.

It's okay.

You know we're okay.

- The fuck we are.

Did you see what just happened?

- No, he's right.

Look around.

We're okay.

- Vance is in the fuckin' sand.

- Vance is gone, but we're okay.

And we're gonna stay okay, right?

- Right.

- (whimpering) No. - Okay, it,

it can't get us in the car.

We've got to stay in the car.

- Okay, yeah.

Okay, drive the car over here and get us and,

and we, we'll get out of here and tell somebody about this

and they can come deal with this shit.

(engine sputtering)

- The car won't start.

- It's the battery.

Jonah, stop.

Lights.

Turn the lights off.

(engine sputtering)

(sighs) Dead battery.

- That's okay.

All right, then we wait here.

We're just gonna wait here.

Someone's gonna come.

Someone's, someone's bound to come and come save us, right?

- Kaylee, what are you doing?

Kaylee. - Kaylee?

- What are you doing? - Oh, look.

- Are you crazy?

- No, just look.

Listen to me you guys. - The sand, you can't.

- Okay.

Just, please shut up for a second

and pay attention to this.

- Kaylee.

- Just watch.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Assholes.

Get me out of here. - He's stuck.

- Come on, you assholes, help me.

- Gilbert, you have to listen to me.

- Screw you. - Gilbert, stop.

- Is this you, Mitch?

- Gilbert, look at me.

- You better start running.

Consider this a head start.

- Gilbert, don't move. - This is not a joke, man.

- Gilbert, stop. - It's gonna hurt you.

- Please stop, seriously. - Gilbert.

- I'm jammed in a fuckin' trash can, asshole.

Help me out of here.

- Gilbert, you have to listen to me.

(Gilbert grunting)

- What is it?

- There's something in the sand.

- What?

- I don't know. - We don't know.

- Vance is dead.

- Dead? - Marsha, too.

- Who? - You know her,

the girl with the, the feet like, uh-

- That's not funny.

- What we know is you can't touch the sand.

- Yeah, man.

There's, there's something in it like little hairs or-

- Little hairs?

- Yeah.

- What am I supposed to do?

- You're supposed to sit tight.

- Sit tight?

I'm jammed in a fuckin' trash can, Mitch.

It hurts, dude.

It really hurts.

- Listen, you have to, okay?

- You guys are fuckin' with me.

- Dude, Gilbert, please.

- Gilbert, listen to me.

- I'm listening.

- Okay, the tide's comin' in.

Yeah, in about two hours, dude,

that tide's gonna be right up next to you, okay?

Can you wait that long?

- It hurts, Mitch.

- Just hang in there, okay?

Get some rest or something.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Just let her go.

It's nice she found someone.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(Mitch sighs)

- Like what do you want from me?

- The same thing you wanted from me.

It doesn't sound so bad when I put it that way, does it?

- And it doesn't matter anymore.

(ominous orchestral music)

- The tide is coming in?

Why'd you say that?

- Do you think it makes Gilbert feel any better

being stuck in a goddamn trash can without any hope.

(Gilbert breathing heavily)

(waves crashing)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

- What happened last night?

- Nothing.

We had a few drinks.

We talked.

Then nothing happened.

- Yeah, well we walked on the beach and talked.

Then what?

- I don't know?

I mean, you weren't handling the Jonah and Chanda show,

so we talked about like friends,

came back in here and crashed,

and that's about it.

- If we'd fucked I'd know.

I'm talking about the sand.

What's different?

Why could we walk on it last night?

What happened between then and now?

Hey, found this.

- Oh great.

We've only been out here for hours.

- You've got a good base, Chanda.

You'll be fine.

- That's great.

Right here.

- What happened last night?

- The fucking sand killed my boyfriend is what?

- Okay, how?

When?

What changed?

What happened?

- Who cares.

Get me out of here.

- Yeah, Gilbert's right.

Does it matter?

- Yeah, it does.

If we can figure out what happened,

then maybe we can figure-

- Maybe we can what?

Do my back.

- Maybe we can figure out how to get out.

- We were all here last night, camped out.

Everyone was fine, everyone crashed out.

- Oh, God.

(ominous orchestral music)

- What?

(Mitch pants)

Not everyone.

- It got everyone.

- Everyone?

(Kaylee crying)

(ominous orchestral music continues)

(Kaylee sobbing)

- No way.

Oh shit.

This is a prank.

I'm gonna fuck you guys up when I get out of here.

(laughs) I'm gonna fuck you up.

Get me out.

Get me out.

- Gil, Gil, just chill out for a second, man.

- It's so fucking hot.

I'm burning.

- I know.

I know.

Calm down, let me help you.

- I've got to get out of here.

I've got to get out of here.

- Careful.

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

We've got sunblock, man.

Okay?

It'll help.

- Sunblock, fucking sunblock?

- Look, sunblock's what I got.

Okay?

Do you want it? - It's too far.

You're not gonna make that.

- Jonah, you can make it.

- Let me try.

(Gilbert grunts)

- Oh, son of a...

- Good job, Jonah.

- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Oh, it's so good.

(ominous orchestral music)

- What? - Do you see?

You guys, what is that?

(ominous orchestral music)

- Me and Vance found it up the beach.

- What is it?

- It wasn't cracked last night.

I actually almost tripped over it.

It's, it's almost like it-

- Hatched.

It hatched?

It's an egg?

Like a monster?

- Holy shit.

I think she's right.

- It's under the beach.

It's under the sand.

- I don't believe in monsters.

- Yeah, I don't know about monsters,

but it is a fucking egg.

- What?

So, so it's alive?

- Alive?

- I mean it has to be-

- Alive?

Guys, get me out of here.

Get me out of here.

- Listen, Gilbert.

Okay, if it just hatched last night,

then, then how big can be right?

- Right. - There's got to be

a size to it.

It can't be that big.

There's got to be a shape.

I've got an idea.

Just wait.

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- Sorry. - Okay.

(Kaylee grunting)

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- What are you doing?

- Trying to see how big it is.

- Who cares?

It's all around us.

- No, maybe.

Maybe not.

That's, that's good thinking.

- Is it?

How long are we gonna be stuck out here and you're

throwing out our only food?

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- Here.

Let me try.

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- God.

I should've, give me another one.

- Try the other way.

Try the other way.

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- You got hot dogs, Mitch?

What the hell?

You're gonna feed a freakin' bird,

but you ain't gonna feed Gilbert?

What the fuck?

Throw me a hot dog or drink or somethin', man.

I'm dyin' over here.

You're havin' a mother fuckin' fit thinkin'

I'm over here dyin', then give me a fuckin' hot dog.

(bird squawking)

Oh, God.

You guys.

Guys, you see this shit?

This fuckin' sand is eatin' this fuckin' bird.

That's the shit that happened to Vance.

Fuckin' duck feet.

We're all gonna die, man.

This shit is crazy.

We're all gonna fuckin' die.

- Hold, just hold on.

- My mama told me not to bring my Black ass

to this mother fuckin' beach.

- Try the other way.

(ominous orchestral music continues)

- What the fuck?

Where'd it go?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

What the fuck?

- That's it. - Oh.

- Right?

That's it.

- That's how far it is.

- Yes.

- Oh, my God.

- (laughs) Oh.

Yes. - You guys, that's it.

- Yes.

- What does it matter?

We can't get from here to there.

- No, no, no.

It's, it's, uh, it's not so far.

We can figure something out.

- No, no, no. - We'll find a way to-

- No, no.

It is too far.

It's too dangerous.

We'll just, we'll sit tight.

We'll be okay.

Someone will come.

- No they won't.

It's spring break.

Where are you supposed to be?

I'm supposed to be going to Cabo in like three hours.

No one's gonna come looking for me for like two weeks.

- Okay, no, but it's a beach.

People come.

- No one else is here.

No one's come here for hours.

What if they can't?

What if, what if every beach is like this?

What if it's all like this every beach everywhere?

There was Matt's sleeping bag.

Nate.

Sandy was...

No one's come looking for them, not a single person.

- Ronnie's right.

There's not been a boat or a car.

- We don't know if she's right.

- [Chanda] We don't know if she's wrong.

- You know what?

Screw this. - Jonah.

Jonah.

- No, I'm not gonna let us just sit around.

- Jonah, you're being stupid.

What are you doing?

- It's not as stupid as sitting around doing nothing.

Take this.

- Just be careful.

- Oh, shit.

Oh, shit, Jonah.

Jonah.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Dude. - No, don't.

Don't, don't. - Jonah.

(Ronnie screaming)

- [Mitch] Hey.

- It's okay.

It's okay.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- No, no, wait, wait.

The fingers, fingers.

- [Chanda] Nice job, babe.

- [Kaylee] Careful Jonah.

- Hey, Kaylee.

We need to talk.

- Are you sure you're mouth isn't too busy?

- Get over it.

- That's what you're bitter about?

Well, it seems like you had a pretty good night yourself.

- Come on, dude.

- What?

You wanna say something?

- No.

It's, uh, it's for later.

- No, man.

There is no later.

Not today.

Why don't you ask Vance how later's going for him?

Or duck feet?

- Marsha.

- Whatever.

Or all the other people that left the party early.

- Dude, you're being a dick.

- Am I?

Well, I'm not alone, shithead.

- Can you possibly cut the fuckin' bullshit?

I'm dying here.

- Yeah, walk away.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(sand grinding)

- Jonah, Jonah. - No, no, no.

It's okay.

The board just shifted.

No big deal. (grunts)

- Hey.

Hey. - I'm okay.

I'm okay.

- Look. - They're moving.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Jonah, the sand is moving the boards.

Okay, you just have to come back.

(Jonah grunts)

- Baby, please.

Come back.

- Just hold on.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- [Chanda] Jonah.

(Jonah screams)

- Look out, Jonah.

(whimpering) Oh, my God.

- Jonah.

(Jonah screams)

- No! (sobbing)

(Jonah grunts)

Jonah?

(Jonah groans) (Jonah pants)

- I'm okay.

I'm okay.

- Jonah, talk to us.

- Oh, it doesn't...

- Baby. - Jonah.

(Jonah grunts)

(heart beating)

- Jonah. - Jonah, look at me.

Can you hear me? - Jonah?

Jonah?

(heart beating)

(high pitch frequency resonating)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Jonah groans)

- Jonah.

- (whimpering) Oh, fuck.

That really hurts.

(Jonah crying)

- Hey.

- Oh, fuck.

It really, really hurts. (groans)

It's like a jellyfish times 1000.

- Do something to help him.

- I don't know what to do.

- Somebody tell me what the fuck is going on.

(Jonah grunts)

- It's poison.

- What?

- It's poison.

That's why it hurts so bad because he barely touched it.

(Gilbert grunts)

(Jonah groans)

- Look at me, Jonah.

(Jonah groans)

You're okay.

You're okay, babe.

(Jonah groans)

- I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Oh, that'll wake you up in the morning. (pants)

(ominous music)

- Babe, what is it?

- Good news, guys.

(ominous orchestral music)

Shit.

- [Kaylee] Jonah.

(ominous orchestral music)

- [Mitch] Jonah, what are you doing?

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Jonah, what are you doing?

- Babe.

- I knew it.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Chanda breathing heavily)

It's fire.

It's fire. (chuckles)

(Jonah sighs)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(Chanda sighing)

- Oh, my God, Jonah your stomach.

Jonah.

(Jonah heaves) (Jonah vomits)

(Jonah groans)

Jonah?

(Jonah pants)

You need to get on that table.

(Jonah groans)

We all told you not to do it,

but now you're over there and you're gonna make the

most of it, okay?

So, get on that table.

(Jonah pants)

(Jonah groans)

- I got to sit down.

- No.

- (groans) I'm tired.

- You're doin' a good job so far,

but your job is not done.

You need to look through that bag,

tell me what you've got.

(Jonah pants)

(Jonah groans)

- There's a party in here, guys.

We've got mixers.

- That's good.

(Jonah moans)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

- This one's for my main man.

Gilbert?

Ah.

- (groans) Thank God, man.

You couldn't have did this any sooner?

(Gilbert breathing heavily)

- Does this look good?

- You first, okay?

- (groans) I'm not so thirsty.

(Jonah exhales)

(Jonah groan)

(wood cracking)

(Kaylee screams)

(Jonah groans)

(Kaylee gasping)

(Jonah groans)

(Kaylee gasping)

(Jonah groaning)

- Aw, shit. (grunts)

- Look at me.

You need to get on that table.

(Jonah breathing heavily)

(Jonah groans)

(Jonah groaning)

(Jonah breathing heavily)

- Oh, shit.

Look.

They're moving.

They're still moving.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- God, this is what it does.

It just sits and it waits for food to wander onto it.

Why would it leave anything for us to stand on?

Look.

That's the edge of it.

All we have to do is get there and we're free.

(ominous orchestral music)

- What?

What is it?

- The tires.

It's growing up the tires.

(tire blowing)

We've got to do something.

We can't just sit here and wait it out.

Jonah's dying, so is Gilbert.

We're next.

- [Mitch] What are we gonna do?

You see?

You see that?

We might as well be miles away.

- We can't just sit here waiting to die.

There's got to be some-

- Some what?

- The phones.

The phones.

Where'd you put the phones?

- They're in the trunk. - They're all in the trunk.

(Chanda grunting)

Chanda? - What?

- There isn't a release.

You have to use the keys.

(Ronnie panting)

- What are you doing? - In my mom's car

you can pull the back seats down and get

to the trunk.

- [Chanda] Does the back seat come down?

- I never did that with Jonah.

- I think I can stand on the bumper.

- Ronnie, no.

You'll fall. - No I won't.

I got this.

Give me the keys.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Ah.

It's hot.

Good.

This might work.

- I've got you.

- Ah.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Chanda? - What?

- In my notebook, I wrote a letter.

It's for my mom.

It's just some stuff that I needed to say.

If I don't make it, then I need-

- Stop it.

- Ronnie, it's bad luck.

- Please, just give it to her.

Promise. - Stop.

- Turn around.

- Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Okay, I've got you.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(both breathing heavily)

- Guys, I think I can do this.

- Give your Mom your own damn letter.

(Mitch chuckles)

- Gilbert?

Gilbert?

How're you doing?

- (pants) Fuck you.

I'm dying.

- Jonah?

Jonah?

Jonah?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I'm all right.

Okay.

I got it.

- Be careful.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Ronnie grunting)

- Shit.

- Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry.

- Okay, come on.

Don't move.

- Okay.

- I got it.

(Chanda laughs)

It's hitting my shin.

(grunts) Ah. - Whoa.

- [Chanda] Shit.

- [Mitch] I don't know about that.

- (panting) Okay.

- [Kaylee] She can't do it.

- [Ronnie] What?

- She's not gonna be able to do it.

- No, I don't understand.

It was, it was open.

- Well, it's because the trunk,

it swings really wide when you open it,

and she's not gonna have anywhere to put her feet.

- I mean, can't you lean back?

- Lean back?

There Is nothing to hold on to.

I'm gonna fucking fall.

- No, no, no.

Here.

Here.

Here.

Hold it.

Hold tight.

I promise.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Okay.

- Come on, Ronnie.

You got this one.

(Ronnie grunt)

(trunk slams)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

Ah.

- I have an idea, the rescue hook.

- Right.

- Hold on, okay?

(dramatic orchestral music)

Take this.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Got it. - Okay.

- Okay.

- Got you.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Uh.

Give me a little more.

- Okay.

- Okay. - Hey, just lean back.

- Bitch, I will.

(tire blowing)

(Ronnie grunts)

Oh, my God. - Are you okay?

- Got it? - Okay.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

I have to let go to get the key.

- Okay.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

Come on, Ron.

Have you got it?

- Oh, my God.

I think you've got it. (laughs)

- I did it.

I did it.

I can see them.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(car horn honking)

- Ronnie. - Oh, God.

(trunk slamming) (Ronnie screams)

- Shit.

(Ronnie screams)

Help us.

Help us.

- Hey!

- Come on, man.

- Help.

- Help. - Come on, man.

- Help us. - Stop the car.

- [Kaylee] Help, stop.

- [Gilbert] (whimpers) Oh, man.

- [Mitch] You've got to help us.

- [Gilbert] We're home.

- [Kaylee] Over here.

- [Gilbert] Don't step, what are you doing?

Come on, man.

I'm sinking.

Got to help us.

- [Kaylee] Roll your window down.

- [Gilbert] (whimpers) Help me.

- What the hell you still doing here?

The beach is closed.

- Hey, you need to listen to me.

You need to call for help.

There's something in the sand.

- Something in the sand?

- That's right.

There's something that will tear you apart.

You need to stay in your car and you need to call for help.

- You need to call the National fuckin' Guard, man.

- Dude, you have to listen.

- Why is Fat Albert is the trash can?

- Stay in your car, man.

Don't get out.

- There is something alive in the sand and it kills.

- She's right.

- Who's holding?

- Look, I know what it sounds like,

okay, but I wouldn't even believe it myself,

but you, you have to.

- Don't bullshit me.

I know when people are on drugs.

Somebody's tweaking.

- Just stay in your car

and get on your radio.

Call for backup.

Call for lots of backup.

- Is he on drugs?

- No.

Is he on Molly?

Who has Molly?

- Just stay in your car,

stay in, and call for help.

Oh, my God.

- Fuck it.

Jesus Christ. - No, no, no, no.

Don't touch the sand.

(Kaylee screams)

- If I find one goddamn marijuana cigarette,

you're all going downtown.

- Fuck.

- [Alex] Oh, my God.

Look at that.

- You've got to, just listen to them, please.

- My God.

Is that pus?

There's nothing more disgusting than pus.

- Why isn't anything happening?

Jesus Christ.

Man in a can.

What's on your face, pal? - What?

- You got a dick on your face.

Oh, my God.

What, your friends drew a dick on your face?

- (whimpers) Oh. - Ew.

Whoever did that's a pretty good artist.

This is some weird ass shit.

This has got to be GHB.

Are you on GHB?

- Please, man.

Help me.

- Let me see if I can get you out.

(Gilbert groans)

Jesus, God.

I'm gonna call a forklift.

- Fuck you.

- Why are you jammed in a...

You look like a half body.

You got legs?

- [Gilbert] (whimpers) Yeah, I got fuckin' legs, man.

- You look like a fuckin' art exhibit.

- What?

- This is embarrassing.

I mean, man, I'm telling you,

I've been on the Beach Patrol 23 years of my life.

This is fuckin' way worse than the lady with

a horseshoe crab up her ass.

- You're okay.

Someone's coming.

Someone's coming.

You're okay.

- What's her problem?

- Well, her fingers got stuck.

- Why aren't you helping?

What?

What is wrong with you? - Please help us.

(Ronnie moans)

Oh, my...

(Ronnie moans)

All right, all right, okay.

They're jammed in there good.

This is the weirdest day on the beach in 20 years.

This guy's got a terrible case of syphilis on his stomach,

you've got the can man over there,

and then I got two, are you guys lesbians?

- Are you kidding me?

Help us.

- I'll help you to some law.

- That's fine.

Do that, you fucking idiot.

Okay, call your supervisor, just whatever.

- My supervisor?

I'm the supervisor.

I'm the one in charge.

- Oh, my God.

It's his shoes.

Look at his feet.

- You got something to say?

- No, sir.

- I wasn't talking to you, Blondie.

I was talking to your little boyfriend.

- He's not my boyfriend.

- "He's not my boyfriend."

What are you 12?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was talking to the guy that you're shacking up with

in a lifeguard stand.

What do you call it now, Tinder connections?

What'd he poke you on Facebook?

- Sir.

- I'm sorry to insult your sensitive female nature.

What do you have to say for yourself, sir?

- Dude, listen.

We just, we think it's because of your shoes that

the sand's not eating you, I think.

- Really?

- [Kaylee] Two of our friends died already.

- Two of your friends died.

Where are their bodies?

- The sand ate them. - The sand ate them.

And you know what I did earlier today?

I rode in here on my unicorn.

- You need to listen to us, okay?

- I don't want to hear from you, lady.

Enough.

I can't even look at you with your shorts.

I can't.

It's like I'm committing a crime.

- Please.

- I need you come down here right now.

- Fuck no.

- Come down here, now.

- Dude, we're not coming down there.

- You're not coming down?

You want to get sprayed?

- Please.

We're hurt, some of us are sick,

dying, maybe, and we really need your help,

but we cannot come anywhere near that sand.

- The hell you can't.

I'm gonna come up.

- Please, just call somebody.

- Do not make me use force, ma'am.

Do not make me use force.

You're coming down now.

- No.

- I'll get the spray.

Goddamn it.

- No, don't touch the sand.

- Ow.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Okay.

What the hell?

- Use the spray.

Use the pepper spray

(Alex screaming)

Use the pepper spray.

(Alex groans)

It's working.

It's working.

(Alex screams)

(Kaylee screaming)

- [Mitch] Oh, shit.

- Oh God, my arm.

My arm. (cries)

- Don't look.

Don't look.

(Alex screams)

- Oh, God, no.

(Alex screams)

- Shit.

- Help me.

It's pulling me down.

Help me.

It's pulling. (coughs)

(Alex groaning)

(groans) Help me.

It's pulling me.

It's pulling me.

- What are we gonna do now, y'all?

This was our only chance.

We're fucked.

We are fucked, man.

- So what are we gonna do?

- We're getting out here.

- [Chanda] Mitch, do you mind telling me how?

- Yeah.

His shoes.

- What shoes? - These.

- Are you kidding?

- [Kaylee] Those are not gonna protect you.

- You still got those beach towels?

- What are yo gonna do?

- Wrap my feet up.

I'm gonna run my ass off this thing.

- Okay, towels, seriously?

This thing's eating through tires.

- Yeah, and it's also eating through wood.

All right, sooner or later, this thing's coming down.

We got to be gone.

Guys, I'm fast.

I'm fast as shit.

I just need the towels to work for a second.

I've got this.

I'm gonna wrap my feet up.

I'm gonna spray my feet down with the pepper spray.

I'm gonna make my move.

Go to the cars, come back.

We're getting the fuck out of here.

- I think that's a fuckin' great idea, man.

Sounds awesome, Mitch.

- Throw me a towel.

- This is too dangerous.

- Throw me a towel.

- (pants) Here.

- So, Kaylee.

I've got this.

I'm gonna get us out of here.

Let's go.

- (pants) Round two.

- No. - Shoot.

- No.

(Kaylee screaming)

- Fuck.

Oh, shit.

- What happened to Mitch?

- No, oh, no.

(panting) Oh, God.

Oh, please.

God.

Kaylee, I can't feel anything.

(Kaylee screaming)

- Help me.

You guys.

(groans) Help me up.

(sobs) I can't feel my body, Kaylee.

Oh shit.

Help. (screams)

Help you guys.

(Kaylee pants)

- It's okay.

(Mitch screams)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Mitch.

Say somethin', man.

Say somethin'.

(Chanda whimpering)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Kaylee breathing heavily)

I don't want to die with a dick on my face.

- You're not going to.

- We're all gonna die. - No, we're not.

Chanda?

(Chanda pants)

Snap out of it, okay?

I need you right now to get on the hood of the car.

Come on.

Let's go.

This railing is coming for you and it's coming fast.

I need you to grab it, okay?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

And I'm gonna send this one to you, too, okay?

Careful.

Here, put it on the hood.

(Chanda pants)

(Kaylee grunting)

The next one is coming your way.

You have to grab it.

You have to grab it.

Are you ready?

Get it.

Go, careful.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Let's go.

Come on.

We're getting the fuck out of here.

- How?

Even when you have that spray,

what are you gonna do?

- Not me, us.

We are getting out of here together.

Move.

- What are you doing, Kaylee?

(Kaylee grunts) (Chanda screaming)

- Fuck.

- That's for screwing my boyfriend, bitch.

(both breathing heavily)

- We good?

- For now.

- Chanda, did you just get punched in your face? (laughs)

- Jonah?

Jonah, I need you to look at me.

- Kaylee.

- Right here.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I just

love you.

- I love you, too.

How you doing, Gilbert?

- Fuck you.

- Listen, we're coming for you,

but you're gonna need to be able to move fast.

Okay?

Can you turn around in there and face us so

you can see what's up, all right?

- I can't.

My legs and my back.

(Ronnie moans)

- [Kaylee] Just do it.

- Good speech.

Do you actually have a plan?

How the fuck are we gonna get all the way over there?

- One step at a time, but first things first.

(Ronnie groans) (suspenseful orchestral music)

Are you okay?

- One minute.

- No minutes.

- We should have been better friends.

- [Both] Three, two-

- (crying) Oh, fuck.

I can't do this.

- [Both] Suck it up.

- Let's get this done.

Okay.

- You're not going out like a little bitch.

- No, okay.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You can do this.

(Ronnie groans)

- Ready? - Pull it together.

Pull it together.

- On the count of-

(Gilbert groans)

- Three-

- [Both] Two.

(Gilbert chokes)

(Ronnie screams)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's okay.

You're okay.

Come here.

Come here.

(Ronnie screaming)

Look at me, look at me.

You're okay.

You're okay.

You're okay.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

Look at me.

Okay, look at me.

Look at me.

(Ronnie sobbing)

(Gilbert grunting)

- Gilbert.

(Ronnie breathing heavily)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- You guys were the perfect couple. (chuckles)

Beautiful, smart, totally in love.

See we all figured you'd get married and start squirting

out a bunch of perfect kids.

- Yeah.

Me, too.

- You get scared?

- I have never stopped loving him.

Life's a long time.

- Not always.

- Okay.

We're gonna get to the fire pit.

We're gonna get Jonah.

We're gonna build a bridge from there to the truck,

all right? - Cool.

I rocked the balance beam in eighth grade. (grunts)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Do you think it's long enough?

- Yeah.

Hey, Gilbert, how you doing?

- Don't worry about me.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Smart thing would be to tell you that nothing happened

last night, but I'm not even gonna tell you I'm sorry.

It's like you said, life's a long time.

I wanted the fairytale even if it was just for a minute.

Besides, you guys would have made up and got back together

in a couple of days,

and I'm back to square one.

Man stealing bitch, Chanda.

- Guys, seriously, do we really need to talk about this now?

So, uh... (grunts)

- Kaylee? - Chanda, what's going on?

Is Jonah okay?

- Kaylee, you better come here fast.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(Kaylee groaning)

- You first, all right?

- No, uh, me dripping blood anywhere

near this sand is a problem.

Go.

- Okay.

- (groan) Oh, no. - What happened?

- I scraped my belly.

I'm fucking bleeding.

Oh, it's cool.

Finally an upside to no feeling in my body.

Don't worry about me.

It's nothing a good dose of "get me the fuck out of here"

won't cure.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Please don't leave me.

- I'm not going anywhere.

- [Chanda] Come on, Ronnie.

You can do this.

There you go. - Okay.

- Slow, slow and steady, Ronnie.

- [Chanda] Come on.

Come on.

- [Gilbert] You're almost there.

- Come on. - Come on.

- Yes. - Give me your hand.

Okay.

Ronnie, what's wrong?

Don't stop.

Ronnie. - Oh, shit.

- [Chanda] Wait.

Ronnie. - I've got you, honey.

(Ronnie screams)

- Ronnie?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Chanda, is Ronnie, is Ronnie okay?

- (whimpering) I'm okay.

I'm okay.

I'm okay. - Ronnie, come on.

Come here.

We got you.

(Ronnie screams)

- Ronnie.

Ronnie.

Ronnie.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Shit.

- God, come on. (crying)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- (pants) Fuck.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- What are you doing?

- Mitch was right.

This'll work.

- There is no way.

- I can do this.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- Okay.

Well, hurry.

(Chanda whimpering)

Come on.

You can do it, Chanda.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- [Gilbert] You got it, Chanda.

You can make it.

Go.

- [Kaylee] Go, go, go, go, go.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

- [Gilbert] Yes.

(Gilbert cheering and laughing)

Yeah.

- I'm okay.

- You made it. - I'm okay.

(Kaylee sighs)

- (laughs) Yeah.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Hey, hey.

Guys, guys.

- What?

- Something's moving the can.

Shit.

Shit.

(Kaylee gasps)

- No. - Shit.

(Gilbert pants)

I think it's over.

- Hold on, Gilbert.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Gilbert screams)

(Kaylee gasping)

(Gilbert screaming)

- Gilbert.

(Gilbert screams)

- It's got me.

Help.

- Gilbert, no, no.

Gilbert!

(Gilbert screams)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Chanda sobbing)

(Kaylee sobbing)

- (crying) Oh, okay, okay.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Kaylee?

- Oh, man.

Chanda?

Chanda? (pants)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Kaylee sobbing)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

Chanda.

Chanda.

Chanda, wake up.

(Chanda moans)

Here.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Can you see me?

- I'm okay.

- We got to do something.

(Chanda grunts)

Look in the car or something.

- (grunt) Holy shit, you guys!

- What is it? - I think it's a raft.

- Can we use it?

- Hold on.

Let me, let me just...

(Chanda grunts)

- What's it say? - I think I got this.

- Okay.

She's getting us out, okay?

Can you hold on?

(life raft inflating) (Kaylee laughing)

Yes. (laughs)

- Ha, check that shit.

What? (laughs)

- (laughs) Go ahead.

(Chanda grunts)

- [Chanda] We've got to get him into the car.

- Come on, come on.

Get up, get up.

(Jonah grunts)

(dramatic orchestral music)

You okay?

Come get his foot. - Okay.

Got it.

Got it.

- I'm here.

I'm here.

(Jonah groans)

- [Chanda] All right.

Okay.

Hold on, hold on.

Hold on.

Okay.

- Okay, step.

- I can't, I can't, I can't. - Yes, you can.

- You've got it.

You can do this.

- Come on, babe. - You've got it.

- [Jonah] You've got me?

- You've got it.

I've got...

Okay, I'm here.

I'm here.

(Jonah screams)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Kaylee, Kaylee, come on.

(Kaylee scream)

Okay, guys, I've got to open the car door.

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(Jonah groaning)

- [Kaylee] All right.

All right, almost there.

Come on, one more, one more big step.

- I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Come on, come on.

(Jonah groans)

(Jonah groaning)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(Jonah groaning)

- (pants) Hey, hey.

I love you.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(ground rumbling)

(Kaylee screams)

- Jonah we got to move.

(creature roaring)

(Chanda screams)

What is that?

Kaylee?

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(Kaylee gasping)

(Kaylee grunting)

- You thirsty, son of a bitch?

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(Kaylee grunts)

Shit.

Matches.

(creature screeching)

Burn you mother fucker.

(fire whooshing) (creature screeching)

- Kaylee?

Kaylee, get in.

Come on.

(car door slams) (all screaming)

(all grunting)

(both screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(both sobbing)

(both screaming)

- Nobody came.

- Maybe they didn't think, maybe,

maybe tomorrow.

- Maybe tomorrow.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Kaylee sobbing)

(both sobbing)

(dramatic orchestral music continues)

(waves crashing)

(hand knocking on window)

- Are you guys okay in there?

Are you okay? - Yeah.

- Hey.

(Kaylee whimpering)

- It's gone. - How do you know?

(Kaylee sighing)

- Hey, come on.

(Kaylee pants)

Should I call somebody?

(Chanda gasps)

Hey, bud.

(upbeat dance music)

♪ I'm slowing out of control ♪

♪ Slowing out of control ♪

♪ I've got the secret from the dead ♪

♪ I'm hiding till this world forgives ♪

♪ It's time ♪

♪ I'm bleeding under my skin, oh oh ♪

♪ The poison made its way in, oh oh ♪

♪ I'm changing in my bones ♪

♪ Slowing out of control ♪

♪ Just show me where to begin, oh oh, again ♪

♪ Who is the one, the only son ♪

♪ Awaken now and it's just begun ♪

♪ I adjust my eyes but I'm letting go ♪

♪ I play this game inside my head, oh oh ♪

♪ I only win if the others are dead ♪

♪ I'm bleeding under my skin, oh oh ♪

♪ The poison made its way in, oh oh ♪

♪ I'm changing in my bones ♪

♪ Slowing out of control ♪

♪ Just show me where to begin, oh oh, again ♪

♪ Slowing out of control ♪

♪ Slowing out of control ♪

♪ I'm bleeding under my skin, oh oh ♪

♪ The poison made its way in, oh oh ♪

♪ I'm changing in my bones ♪

♪ Slowing out of control ♪

♪ Just show me where to begin, oh oh, again ♪

(upbeat dance music)