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(tense music) (fireworks booming)

♪ Oh beautiful ♪

♪ For spacious skies ♪

- Hey.

Yeah.

Let's find this baby in here.

Oh, that's right.

Oh.

That's one heck of the kick.

Yes, I can hear you.

Okay.

I know, Layla, thank you.

How you doing, baby?

Yeah, that's Mama's baby.

Mm-hmm.

♪ America, America ♪

Yeah.

You gotta be careful, right?

That's right.

(firecrackers popping)

Oh.

It's okay.

They're just fireworks.

Yeah.

I know.

Okay, you're coming home now.

Are you ready for Daddy?

- Daddy'll be here soon.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, babe.

Okay.

Oh, I just got home.

Did you get Dakota from his party?

Ugh, real funny, Neil.

I got a few things.

I got hot dogs.

Some buns, of course.

Ambers.

I got some chips.

(boys shout) (fireworks popping)

- [Boy] Happy Fourth of July!

- Oh my god.

Hey.

No, I'm fine, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Just some little shits with fireworks.

No, it's okay, babe.

I'm okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, so did you get him, or what?

Because I really need your help.

I want this to be perfect.

Yeah.

I just need your help.

Yes.

Mm-hmm.

I told you they picked up my shift at the hospital, right?

Yeah.

Where are you?

Your new sitters are that bad, huh?

What do you mean he's not there yet?

Well, maybe he turned his phone off or something.

(Ava groaning)

No.

No, no, just the baby, just the baby.

It's the baby.

Just the baby.

(Ava sighing)

I need to get something in my system.

Oh. (floor thuds)

Oh, I hear Dakota upstairs.

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

(tense music)

(man shouts) (Ava gasping)

(suspenseful music)

Wait, wait.

What are you doing?

I can help. - Help?

You think I need your help?

You passed me off with directions and then you pity me!

- No, no.

Is there somebody you can call?

Family, have any family?

- Family?

My only family is right here.

He's listening to the pity in your voice.

Can you feel him?

He's everywhere.

Can I show him to you?

(Ava shouting and groaning)

(Ava panting)

- Oh my god!

(Ava crying)

- [Man] Your family will never be the same.

- Mom.

What happened?

- I'm right here, baby.

Blood pressure's crashing.

(solemn music)

Hang in there.

Doing great.

(machine beeping)

(solemn music)

- There's a good chance we lose both

if we try to keep the baby.

We need to know your choice.

(tense music)

- [Radio DJ] Well, it's another Fourth of July Scorcher

at KL33 California Public Radio.

Today's burning topic: could the current generation

win World War II?

Do you really see a bunch of millennials storming the beach

in Normandy to carry on their families' legacies?

- [Ava] Can we turn off the politics for one day?

- [Neil] I think this is important for our son to hear

- Is this the part where you tell your war story

about cutting your thumb on a can of beans?

Mom, why didn't you tell me Dad's getaway

was going in the mountains with no wifi for a week?

- Because we are cavemen!

Primal men!

Look, I can't think of a better way

to spend Fourth of July than getting

the heck out of the city.

Smell that Dakota?

It's the fresh scent of pine.

- More like horse shit.

Look at this guy.

Boomer rule number one.

Fill up your tank before you hit the mountain, buddy.

- What are you doing?

You don't know if he could be a maniac or anything.

- What if it were us?

NPR just did a report on the benefits of helping.

- I don't care.

(tense music)

- Hi there.

Don't worry, I ain't gonna try Ted Bundy Hall

or anything like that.

Really, she's broke as shit.

I think it's the engine.

- Bullshit.

Forgot to get gas.

Excuse me.

- Yeah, what are y'all doing up here anyway?

Coming to see how the other side lives or something?

- Yes, something like that.

- Well, you're gonna enjoy this land up here.

Special place.

You know what they say.

We leave a part of ourselves everywhere we go, right?

Well, I be damned.

Park ranger shows up when you need him.

Not like the police around here.

Anyway, y'all go on, have a good Fourth, huh?

Nothing makes me happier than seeing a family

celebrating the holiday together.

- Thank you, glad we could help.

He was kind of an odd duck, huh?

- [Ava] You think?

- [Dakota] I bet he'd be fun to go hunting with.

Can we add that to the itinerary?

- What did you say?

- I said we should go hunting.

- Last thing you need is a gun.

And you better not have brought that damn knife.

Neil, look out!

(tires squealing)

I thought you missed it. - I thought I did too.

- Holy shit, Dad.

And you killed a deer without a gun.

Very primal.

- Any more smart comments, I'm gonna go

primal on your cell phone.

- It's already been shot.

- It's a little close to the houses for hunting.

- Ah, damn!

I told you you got his ass, Reagan.

Bull's mother fuckin' eye.

- Thought I missed it.

Chasing this thing through the backyard past half hour.

Hey folks, how y'all doing?

- Oh, we're good.

Well, we were good.

Just staying up on the mountain for the weekend.

- Oh, watch out, shit.

(Ava gasps)

- Oh, be careful.

She's a squirter.

Oh, sorry about that.

- No, no, it's fine.

Really.

- Oh yeah.

You know, it's a good thing you missed her,

in otherwise Bambi here would've turned

your Prius into paste.

Good gas mileage, though, eh?

Well, Reagan, if you get the ass, I'll get the head.

(indistinct) around.

- Primal enough for you?

- Did you see his wife and how she was

looking at Dakota and I?

- I grew up in a spot like this.

Anything new gets a stare.

Don't read too much into it.

They're harmless.

- They had guns, Neil.

- Well, just be glad you don't ever have to

see those nut jobs ever again.

- That was gnarly.

Did you see when he jammed the knife in

and twisted it around?

- [Neil] Can you believe someone called me

with a Fourth of July deal for this quaint, idyllic retreat?

- [Dakota] Wait, so we got duped

into one of those timeshare scams?

- [Neil] No.

They sounded like perfectly reputable people.

- [Dakota] Most con artists do, Dad.

Did you read the reviews?

- [Ava] Dakota.

Let's just wait to judge, okay?

(birds cawing)

- [Neil] Wow.

See, you guys?

This place is kind of nice, right?

Trust your old man.

- [Dakota] Yeah.

Nice in a bedbugs kinda way.

- [Neil] This is going to be a good opportunity for us,

I know it, just give it a chance.

It's all I'm asking.

- [Ava] Fine.

- Cool shirt, boss.

- Hey, it's vintage.

(tense music)

- Ugh.

(Neil shouts) (Ava gasps)

- It's the skinning room.

- What?

- Skinning room for dead animals.

- Well, fine line between rustic and creepy as shit, huh?

(fireworks booming)

Were those gunshots?

- [Dakota] Mama, you're just hearing things again.

- Again?

- Just early fireworks. - Hey, babe.

Go, kick your feet up.

Dakota...

Duty calls.

Hey, look, I know you're trying to do the angsty teen thing,

but could you knock off the comments to Mom?

- It's been a year.

- Dakota.

I need you to say it.

- I'll be nice to Mom.

- Thank you.

What a concept.

- I still think we should have got fireworks.

That guy at the gas station was holding out on us.

- It's a fire hazard.

Tinder's really dry out here, it could go up like that.

- Okay, Smokey the Bear.

(ominous music)

- That's metal as fuck. - Dakota.

- Hey.

(ominous music)

- [Neil] Hey.

Dakota.

- Hey, Dad, did we book this place on Dump B&B?

- Hey, it's got historical charm.

Look, the photos made it seem better, okay?

Find spot for this.

(ominous music)

- The full set table of dishes in the sink?

Feels like the beginning of Goldielocks and the Three Bears.

Like someone else is living here.

(ominous music)

- Rentals.

Previous guests probably left early

and owners didn't have time to clean up.

Listen, I'll give them a three star, no, two star review.

How about that, that'll teach 'em.

- Fuck my life.

We have no wifi?

One bar.

5G.

- [Neil] They have a rotary phone, buddy.

- Good luck getting Instagram on it.

- [Neil] Hey.

- Honey.

- Hey, listen, there'll be more time

to plan our man hike, huh?

Man hike, come on.

Go out into the woods and do manly things,

lifting trees out the ground, you know?

- Okay, Dad.

I'm gonna go explore.

Keep working on that man voice, though.

- [Ava] Careful.

- Am I really that boring to him?

- Honey, you're his dad.

Can't stop thinking about what the counselor said.

- Hey, we all do weird shit when we're young.

Remember when you and I got freaky?

- He brought a knife to school, Neil.

- Listen, this weekend will be good for all of us.

It'll pop his Twitter bubble and you and I

will have a little... (singing)

- What are you doing?

What's this, the middle-aged white guy mating ritual?

- It's the alone time dance.

♪ Alone in the cabin in the woods ♪

- Oh my god.

Okay, okay.

- Speaking of, it looks like someone

left us a 50 Shades gift.

- Oh, god.

- Oh, a welcome guide.

Welcome to your idyllic retreat at Cortez Grove.

Built by Spanish immigrants in the 1880s,

the Grove was America's most luxurious rest spa

before becoming a private residence.

We kindly ask not to disturb them,

but feel free to explore trails around the manor.

- That creepy-ass manor on the way up?

Can't wait.

- Interesting, huh, babe? - Mm-hmm.

- This mask was discovered by Horace Walpole,

who built the cabin on the original property

which burned down 1930.

Locals say he made a deal with the devil.

(ominous music)

That riches fell upon the bloodline that owned this mask,

therefore saving it from the flames.

- [Ava] Rich folk are odd as punch.

- Yes.

Think of the antiquities left buried in the woods

waiting to be discovered.

- I wanna discover a shower.

I still have deer on me.

- Well, you do that, and I will finish unpacking the car.

I shall be riband with hot dogs and s'mores.

- Mm, just like the Aztecs.

- Well, they did use chocolate in early cultures,

but mostly as a beverage.

- Honey, honey, I love your big brain.

- Yes, but you also loved my big...

- Ah, ah, ah, we'll play student-teacher later.

- I'm gonna hold you to that.

(ominous music)

(tense music)

(ominous music)

Don't you think that shed is creepy?

- [Neil] Hmm?

(old timey music)

- Well.

Problem solved.

Now, how about we start this getaway right?

(woman singing indistinctly)

- Stop.

Dakota's downstairs.

- He's exploring.

- Let's get weird.

(tense music) (man roars)

(Ava screams)

- No.

I just, I can't.

I just can't, okay?

- I thought we promised one weekend

leaving our problems at home.

- She wasn't our problem, Neil.

She was our daughter.

You think we're too broken?

- Dr. Brett thinks-

- Dr. Brett's not here on ground zero.

- I know.

(tense music) (door bangs)

- Neil, someone's here.

Someone's out by the shed.

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

- Jesus.

- Mind telling us what you're doing in our place?

- I could ask you the same thing, Miss.

(Dakota roaring)

- Did y'all go through our stuff?

The booze is open.

- We booked the place for the whole weekend, Karen.

Maybe, but the vodka came with me.

- So hold on, hold on, there's been a mistake.

- Huh, well ain't that some shit.

Fuckers double booked us.

Try and take advantage of patriots on Fourth of July.

- I'm calling the company.

- Now hang on just a minute there, honey bun.

You know this place is bigger than a gun show in Texas.

Tell you what, why don't y'all take a side,

and we'll take the other side.

I mean, come on, folks.

We got enough booze and grub to make

the founding fathers jealous.

Besides, I'm known for a Fourth of July fireworks

loud enough they can hear us over in England.

- Fireworks?

Fuck yeah.

- Dakota.

- What?

I don't wanna drive back down that bumpy ass road.

- Son I always wanted.

Oh, no offense, Reagan.

So what do you say?

- Do you really want to drive home four hours?

- Okay.

You sure?

- Just need help dressing deer.

(Ava laughs)

Not eating it would be the cruel thing.

- I'll help you gut it.

- Man after my own heart, let's get to gutting.

Hey Reagan, can you grab my knives?

- Hey, you said we gotta get primal.

Caveman! - Woo!

- My mom said the best way to make amends

is a stiff ass drink.

How about it, roomie?

Just us girls?

Just let me freshen up.

(tense music)

- [Reagan] Do you know that serial killer Ed Gein

made a chair out of human skin?

- No shit.

Real handyman, eh?

Hey, Neil.

Do the honors.

Now you start at the asshole.

Wait, I can't say asshole, right?

Well, your dad sure looks the part.

Y'all come camping out here much?

- He wishes.

We don't leave the city a lot.

- Hmm.

So what's your business, Neil?

- I'm a teacher.

- Hmm.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you don't teach

a survival course.

So what do you teach?

- Psychology.

Social justice in a social... (man laughing)

- What?

Oh, you're serious.

That's just some millennial shit if I ever heard any.

- It's no joke in this day and age.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, that's a CB radio.

See, back in the day, you get snowed in up here,

that's the only way it hell of getting out.

- Hmm.

Attention ancient hunters.

This is Boomer Radio.

Any boomers out there?

I wonder if it's still...

(woman screaming)

Oh, shit!

Bring on the zombie apocalypse.

- Reagan, you wanna give Neil a hand there

before he gives himself a vasectomy?

- Think you could do better?

- Yeah, I dissected a pig in class once.

- Hot damn!

Now that's what I call two for the price of one!

Wow.

- She was pregnant. - Mm.

Makes sense why she was so heavy.

Shame.

Few more months, we could have had

Bambi on the grill here with her mama.

- I need some air.

I'll be back. - All right, hon.

- Wicked. - Yeah.

You wanna see something else wicked?

Ever seen this shit?

(indistinct)

Never heard of it?

Put the shit on the target, let the .45 loose and bam!

Real American fireworks.

You wanna come shooting later, son?

- Oh yeah. - All right.

- Greatly appreciate it, Grady, but unfortunately

we have a family outing planned for later.

- Sorry, I guess I can't.

He's afraid of guns.

- I'm not afraid, I'm just on a different side

of the aisle with gun laws.

- Bummer.

I was a Democrat once.

We all join the dark side eventually.

Man up, Neil, you gonna have to get them Dockers

dry cleaned.

(tense music)

(radio static crackling)

- Let me make you my family's secret martini recipe.

Oh, yeesh, homemade (indistinct).

Don't even get me started on those weird ass paintings.

- Ugh.

Finally, something we agree on.

- Cheers.

- I really think I'll-

- Don't think, do.

Drinking alone makes me sad.

We deserve it, right?

If our husbands don't put us in the grave first,

our kids will.

All Grady talks about is politics and old cop stories.

Hell of a year, eh?

(tense music)

- You're weak.

- Ass kicker, huh?

Don't worry, you'll get used to 'em.

What do you do?

- I'm in between jobs, but I'm a nurse by trade.

- Oh, nurse, that must be tough.

How do you have time to raise a family?

Is your husband Nate- - Neil.

- Neil.

Does he spend enough time at home?

- He teaches nights.

But we make it work.

What about you?

What do you do? - Hmm.

Make a house a home.

God, it sounds awful, but it's tougher than you think.

After Grady's injury on the force,

shuttling Princess Reagan around became a full-time job.

- That's the truth.

Teams, huh?

- Amen to that, sister.

Reagan went from barely talking to blabbering

on the phone every night with a boy.

Is Dakota into girls?

- I think so.

He keeps to himself.

- Don't know what your kid is up to.

Well.

Our kids being happy is all that matters, right?

(ominous music)

(tense music) (Dakota groaning)

- Gotcha.

This is blood from the deer.

- I don't give a shit how old you are, you understand me?

Don't you ever do this to me again, you understand me?!

- Dakota, apologize to your mother.

- Sorry I tried to have fun with you.

Won't happen again, Mom.

- Neil.

Ava was telling me all about your family.

I can't wait to get to know you better.

Big Papa G.

Why don't we get that meat started?

Let's do it. - All right.

- Why did you let him do that?

- I told him not to.

He doesn't listen to me.

Maybe you've noticed.

- I just...

- I know.

- Why'd I get so worked up?

How was Big Papa G?

- Eye opening.

Dakota really seems to take a liking to Grady.

- I'm gonna go for a run.

(tense music)

- Hello?

"500 years ago, the Aztecs paid sacrifice to...

Zepe Totek, the Flayed One.

A god without flesh nor skin replaced

by the skin of ritual sacrifices.

Every four years, when the sun and Golden Harvest aligned,

a blood offering was made.

(ominous music)

Two groups of people selected to kill each other.

The vanquished ones' bloodline sacrificed to the earth.

He laid dormant for a time until the greed

non-Cortez conquerors awoke him.

They traded blood for gold, flesh for riches,

and death for life.

But if they failed to deliver their sacrifice,

then Zepe Totek would rise again from the void

between men and beast to devour existence."

Oh, what the fuck.

- Ah, shit!

Fuck!

Oh, shit, yeah.

Good job, Ava.

Get lost in the fucking wild.

Fun times, fun times.

Dr. Brett says you gotta forgive.

Gotta take responsibility for, ah!

God damn, Jesus, that hurts.

(wood creaking)

(ominous music)

(people whispering)

(tense music)

- Listen, fucker.

- Okay, ma'am.

- What the hell are you doing here?

- I'm a ranger, it's my job.

- Oh.

- I'm sorry I scared you.

Oh, crap, that ankle does not look too good.

- It's just a grade two aversion sprain.

- You a doctor? - Nurse.

Wait, didn't we see you along the road earlier?

- Oh, Randall, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, god.

He's a doomsday prepper that ran outta gas.

Yikes.

Yeah, he's harmless.

You won't have to worry about him anymore.

- Well, I saw some people making something out there

in the woods.

- Weirdo elites playing dress up I guess, you know.

Finding the Cortez Grove being sacred or some shit.

You don't cross their wall, they don't cross yours.

God bless America, right?

- God bless America.

Jesus, look at me.

I ran track in college, I can't even go out for a jog

without spraining something, right?

- Yeah, you just, you look like a smart woman

having a bad day.

I'm gonna get you home and make your day better.

(ominous music)

(gunshot bangs) (birds cawing)

- You gotta be fucking kidding me.

(gunshot bangs)

- That (indistinct) is the shit!

- I told you.

- Dad, check this out. - Dakota, inside.

- Now Neil, I know you said you didn't want him to,

and I know he didn't want, I was just trying

to help the boy out.

- Dad, come on. - Inside, now.

- [Grady] It's all right, son.

- Do we have some sort of problem?

- Neil, I apologize.

Man to man, dad to dad.

I was outta line.

I was just trying to help your boy is all.

- Oh, I didn't realize he needed help.

- Well, just seems that he could use

a strong male role model is all.

(tense music)

- Gotcha.

Hey, can I try?

- Sure.

There you go.

Now, Neil, it's a berreta, so the safety's over...

- Pops was a drill sergeant.

I just chose a different parenting style.

Been around guns my whole life.

Doesn't mean I need to like 'em.

- All right, Wyatt Earp.

- Hey.

Why don't we try to reach across the aisle

and have fun tonight?

Fair.

I'm gonna try to be the bigger man

and know when to walk away.

- Fuck.

- All right, here we are.

- Hey.

Thank you again. - You got it.

Ice up so you don't bruise.

- Oh. (laughs)

Only my ego.

I never got your name, Ranger.

- Corbin.

- Nice to meet you, Corbin.

- Nice to meet you too.

I can't wait to meet your family.

They sound special.

- Yeah.

(mysterious music)

- Take care.

(ominous music)

(tense music) (people screaming)

- Ava, hey.

- Hey.

I heard something.

- Oh, I found this out by the shed.

According to the welcome book, it's an Aztec death whistle.

They use it for war, sacrifices, and celebrations

of the dead.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Is it hard being a mom?

- The hardest.

But it's also the greatest.

Why?

- No reason.

- How far along are you?

- How'd you know?

- Because I had that same look in my eyes

when I was 18 and pregnant.

- Thought he was special and he wasn't.

And I made a mistake.

- Moms understand.

- Mine wouldn't.

She'd say it's God's will, and if I didn't want it,

then it's a sin.

I just don't know what to do.

I mean, it's already been a month

and I don't even know if I know-

- No one knows until the time comes.

A lot of people...

(solemn music)

They don't get a choice.

It's made for them.

You're lucky.

Whatever you choose, don't listen to anyone else.

Just decide if you are gonna love and protect

that baby with every ounce of your soul.

Okay?

(music)

♪ My so-called friend ♪

♪ Came to me ♪

♪ And told me that my darlin' put me down ♪

♪ He said, "I saw her with another guy ♪

♪ Makin' (indistinct) in this town" ♪

♪ And so I asked ♪

♪ My so-called friend ♪

♪ I said, "buddy, what do you think I oughta do" ♪

♪ He said I'd leave on the next train out ♪

♪ And tell nobody where I'm going to ♪

♪ So I went down and I bought a ticket ♪

♪ And thanked him for his kind advice ♪

♪ So my so-called friend, she'd never ♪

♪ Get a chance to hurt me twice ♪

- Sorry?

How old are we?

- Dude.

It's a classic.

Respect.

- Wait, is this like a dollar store knockoff version?

- Mom, did Dad tell you how pissed off he got?

- I wasn't pissed off. - Lesson learned.

Lesson learned.

No guns for the blue state.

- It's not a red state blue state issue.

- Just as long as you were safe.

- [Dakota] He's a fucking cop, I think he knows

how to use a gun. - Dakota!

- Sorry.

- I got a question for you, Neil.

Let's say somebody breaks in, attacks your family.

What are you gonna do?

- I'll call the police.

- Smart man.

But let's just say they can't get there in time.

Then what?

- Let's not talk about politics.

Can we talk about something else?

- No, of course, honey.

- Hey, Grady, you ever had to use your gun?

- Dakota, that's rude to ask an officer.

- No, no, no.

No, no, no, it's all right, it's all right.

Unfortunately, son, I did.

So I'm on patrol, right?

I'm in my cruiser, and this car rolls by

all suspicious like, blasting music.

They roll right through the stop sign on Garland Avenue.

So I chirp chirp, pull 'em over.

They're all like, "yes, Officer,"

and "oh, I'm sorry, Officer," and

"I thought we stopped, sir."

But I can read 'em.

They're nervous.

So I tell 'em to exit their vehicle.

Now I know these people, all right?

And I know how they like to hide drugs in their car.

So I take it outta park, hit the left blinker,

tap the brakes twice, boom!

Secret drug compartment.

I'm telling you, the biggest drug bust in years.

- [Dakota] No way.

- Yeah, so I go to cuff 'em.

One of 'em takes off running.

So I pull my weapon.

He keeps running.

I say, "freeze, or I'll shoot!"

He keeps running.

So boom, cap him right in the knee.

He goes down like a sack of flour.

Let me tell you, his friend is already

reading himself his Miranda rights.

(Grady laughing)

Oh, shit.

- What way was he running?

- What?

- Mom, just put a turn.

- No, you said he was running and you shot him.

What way was he running?

- I had him on possession with intent to distribute.

I wasn't letting him walk.

- You know what, I need a refill.

Does anybody else need-

- Uh-uh, hold on, hold on, hold on.

What do you mean by suspicious?

Blast some music and driving slow?

- There's some fireworks outside.

Why don't we go - No, no.

Neil, you teach a class in this, for God's sakes.

He pulled them over because they were Black.

- I didn't say anything about-

- Didn't have to.

- All right, you know what?

So what?

Who cares what color their skin was?

I was right, wasn't I?

- You shot an unarmed Black kid.

- No, I shot a drug dealer.

And you know what?

I'm offended that you even would suggest that I'm a racist.

When I'm on the job, I don't see color.

I don't, I'm out there doing my job.

- For all we know, that child could look like Dakota.

- Well, you know what?

If you watch your child, then you got

nothing to worry about, do ya? - Hey, hey, hey.

- My child?

Wow, judge not that you be not judged.

- And I thought the libs were godless.

You know, I don't have to worry about my Reagan,

cause I raised her right.

I trust her.

- Is that true, Dad?

- Of course it is, honey.

Why wouldn't it be?

- Because I'm pregnant.

- You're what?

The fuck you mean you're pregnant?

Who the fuck did this?

No. - Get another drink.

Go.

- Did you know, Ava?

- I'm a nurse.

I figured it out before she could even tell me.

- But she did tell you.

Bitch.

Leave it to the junkie to be the shoulder to cry on.

- Hey, now what's that supposed to mean?

- You know, maybe your wife should worry more

about what her own son is up to versus her junkie habit.

I saw your pill collection.

A nurse who freezes at the sight of blood.

Hopefully nothing real ever happens to Dakota.

- Well, no worse than your fucking bottle collection, bitch.

Sorry.

(ominous music)

- That was uncalled for.

- Are you seriously defending him?

I'm not mad, I'm not upset.

I'm not anything.

- Well, that's the god's honest his truth, Neil.

Didn't say a peep.

- You're mad at me?

Fine.

Depressed?

Got it.

Put you on leave at work and snapping at Dakota

and people we barely know.

It's like you're a bomb looking for a reason to explode.

After the baby, I thought- - She had a name.

After Layla.

After your job situation.

Don't you think we just need a moment to breathe?

- Their daughter is pregnant and-

- How is that any of our business?

- Because they don't get to criticize how we raise our kids!

- Kid.

You said, "kids."

I am sorry.

I love you so much.

- I would've said save her.

She'd still be here and you both would be better-

- Are you hearing yourself?

Are you?

I made that choice for us, and I'd do it again.

I made...

- I told you.

No, uh-uh.

- You can hit me, you can push me away.

But I did it for us.

I will mourn with you as long as you need.

I can't imagine the weight you've had to carry.

But if you'll let me...

I'd like to carry it too.

(knocking on door)

Can you give us a moment, D?

- [Grady] It's Grady.

- It's fine, it's fine. - Okay.

(knocking on door)

- Yeah, this was a mistake.

So we're packed up, we're gonna get moving on.

Left you some venison as kind of a peace offering.

Ah, you shouldn't have.

- Yeah, we'd already be gone, but the truck's

having trouble starting.

(Neil sighs)

- All right.

- I think the point is to hit the target.

Is your mom always like that?

- Nah, she lost a child last year.

We were coming up here for a chill vacation.

(indistinct)

- Well, if it's any consolation,

my dad is always an asshole, not just on holidays.

- Yeah, that felt like a really storybook moment

to tell your family you were pregnant.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I think my dad shit himself.

- Shat.

Past tense.

- Oh, okay, Mr. Professor.

You want me to show you how to not be a shat with a knife?

- Oh.

- Kind of romantic out here, huh?

No phones, no people.

I don't know, I'm weird, I guess.

- Weird?

You're great.

At least your parents don't think you're crazy.

- No, they just think I'm a whore.

Demon bound for hell because of premarital mistakes.

- Maybe it wasn't a mistake.

(fireworks booming)

- Probably just fireworks, right?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- Hey, you wanna get into some trouble?

I saw a pretty sick hot tub in the cabin over.

- You wanna break in?

- I mean, aren't walls meant to be crossed?

(gentle music)

All right, well, you have fun with your cool knife,

and I'm gonna go take a dip.

(gentle music)

- Hey, wait up.

(tense music)

- Where the hell is Reagan?

- Clearly I ain't the best at keeping my eye on her.

You mind giving us a minute while we play doctor

on this here truck?

Maybe she's hiding from us.

See, I'd get under there myself,

but I got two bulging discs.

Doc says one more flare up and I'll have to get her fused.

Some folks say they'd rather be waterboarded.

Okay with you, Neil?

I'll guide you.

- Sure, love to, Grady.

(Neil mutters)

Be careful, it's rocky.

- What am I looking for?

- Well, looking for anything that don't look right.

- [Neil] And what would that be?

- Anything that don't look right.

(tense music)

(solemn music)

- Told the woman she just met over her own mother.

I must be a bitch, huh?

- I'm sorry.

I didn't mean everything I said.

- About me or my husband?

(tense music)

(ominous music)

- Is this breaking and entering?

- It's just entering at this point.

All right, boost me, boss

Come on.

Come on.

- Hurry up.

We gotta go.

No, let's go. - Come on, hey.

I thought you were dangerous.

Come on.

(mysterious music)

(water splashing)

(Reagan squeals)

You did not just do that.

No, stop. - What?

(Reagan laughing) Oh, shit, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

What happened to Mr. tough knife guy, huh?

- I just feel weird.

You being pregnant and all.

I don't wanna, I don't-

- So you're not into me anymore?

- No, no, that's not it.

- I just want to feel normal again.

- Hey, hey.

I just, I don't want to hurt you.

- You won't.

(woman screaming) (tense music)

- Was that my death whistle?

- What?

- Wait, was that there the whole time?

- No, let's go.

(mysterious music)

- [Grady] I ever tell you about my ex-partner?

- Nope, you sure have not.

- Called him Lughead.

One of those Mr. handy dandy no need for mechanic

cash bar at the wedding types.

A real good guy, though.

Fixed everyone's rides, till one day, something slipped.

Whole car came loose. - What?

- Oh, now, he didn't die, but now he shits

through a hole in his stomach.

After that, I made sure to get one of these here

quality jacks.

Yeah, Grady, could you please not?

- Between you and me, I think his wife staged it.

It's easy to make something look like an accident

if you know how.

You know, I always try to do right.

Just goes wrong.

Reagan's done gone preggers, and Barb blamed herself,

and she's not blaming me.

Hell, I was too idealistic to become a cop

in the first place.

Start off thinking you can help people

and you just end up taking out the garbage.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that...

Well, I'm sorry your powwow got ruined.

- Yeah.

I think we have a bigger problem.

(tense music)

(static buzzes)

- What the...

(man chanting)

(woman screaming)

(woman groaning)

(woman screaming)

(woman screaming)

(ominous music)

(glass breaks)

(woman screaming)

(tense music)

(water splashing)

(woman sobbing)

- Please no, please no.

(woman sobbing)

(man grunts)

(Reagan gasping)

(arrow whooshes)

- Wait, wait.

Oh my god.

What was that?

Wait, we gotta get back to the house.

- Stop, stop, stop. - No.

(suspenseful music)

What?

- It's too late, it's too late.

- Oh, okay.

Look, Grady, I enjoy a good conspiracy thriller,

but no one here is gonna keep your family

and my family in the same place longer than necessary.

Oh, shit!

(suspenseful music)

(men grunting)

Are you okay?

Get him, get his other arm!

Run!

Go, go, go, go!

Oh shit, go, go, go!

(all shouting)

(tense music) (Neil gasps)

- What's going on? - I don't know.

(banging on door)

- [Ava] What do they want from us?

- I don't know, I have no idea!

They just came outta nowhere. - Oh my god.

We gotta get outta here. - What is this?

Why are we being attacked?

(tense music)

- Where are the kids? - The kids are out there.

We're trapped in here!

- [Grady] Get your ass down!

- Grady!

Oh my god!

Oh my god.

Get down, get down.

- Sorry.

(eerie music)

I'm so sorry.

How can I help?

- No, no!

- (indistinct) like that can slice the artery and bleed out.

Hold still.

Okay, we gotta apply a tourniquet.

Neil, keep pressure on there. - Okay, I got it.

- Okay.

Got it, got it, got it.

- There you go.

It's okay.

There you go. - Ava.

- You got guns, right?

- Shit, I packed 'em in the truck.

But my pistols are upstairs.

(solemn music)

(woman screaming)

(all shouting)

(ominous music) Hurry up!

(suspenseful music)

- Fuck.

(men grunting)

- Get the gun!

(tense music)

(women gasping)

(ominous music)

- [Ava] Let's get the hell out of here.

(tense music)

- Oh my god.

(women gasping)

- What the hell is that?!

- You see that?

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot bangs) (Ava gasping)

(solemn music)

- What are you doing? - Your dad showed me this.

We just need a lighter.

Wait, we can use my dad's lighter.

He hides smokes in the car.

(tense music)

- Where is it?

Oh my god, duck!

(suspenseful music) (both gasping)

- Oh my god, no!

No, no!

No!

(Reagan shouts)

(Reagan panting)

(tense music)

(explosion booming)

- What was that?

- Oh Grady, stay with me baby.

(Grady mumbles)

(knocking on door) - Let us in!

(all shouting)

- Oh my god!

You okay?

- Dad, what- (Neil mumbling)

- What happened? - Oh my god.

- They cut the line.

(people chanting)

- Something's happening.

(people chanting)

(woman screaming)

- Living room, now!

(suspenseful music)

Stay back here, stay back.

(people chanting)

- Fuck this.

Fuck them, fuck their mask, and fuck this place.

I'm not dying here.

God.

(gunshots banging) (suspenseful music)

- All right, we gotta board up the windows.

- Dakota, you and me, come on.

- Hold on.

- What can we do?

- We need to board up Windows.

Find stuff to board up the windows, all right?

Keep your heads down, stay low, stay low.

(hammer banging)

- I just wanted to tell you in my own time.

- I know.

(hammer banging)

- What the hell are they waiting for?

- Hopefully we're gone before we find out.

(eerie music)

(gun clicks)

- Well, that's the last of the ammo.

- They've been laughing at us the whole time.

- Fuck. - Let me see.

- These videos.

These rich assholes been luring people here for years.

- Wait, I remember this for my spiritual guide.

The flayed one, the grove, the pagan sacrifices.

- It's us.

They're going to sacrifice us.

They need us alive. - Oh my god, look.

- [Grady] What is it, Reagan?

- What is it? - Oh my god, it's the cops.

(tense music)

- Hello?

(suspenseful music) (woman screaming)

- It's the ranger.

(all shouting)

- Hello!

- Hey!

- He can't hear us.

We need to radio for help.

- We go out there, we might not come back in.

- We're not leaving an innocent man at the slaughter.

- Oh my god.

They're going after him.

Oh my god.

- [Corbin] Shit.

- Look out! (ominous music)

(Corbin grunting)

- Jesus.

- Get outta here! - There's more!

Come on, come on.

- Oh, shit. - Go, go!

(all shouting)

- [Grady] Close the door.

- It's okay. - What the fuck?

- It's okay. - What the fuck?!

- Okay, hold on.

Lemme see, let me see.

Lemme see, lemme see.

Oh.

Lemme see.

- Hey, we got a call from one of the neighbors

and some people were causing trouble

and I came to check it out.

- They killed them, we saw it.

- So how the fuck are we gonna get outta here?

- My radio.

- Your shit's fucked.

- No cell phone, no landline.

Wait, there's a CB radio on the skinner.

- What? - No, he's right.

I used it earlier, I got a signal.

- We can use it to call for help.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- You want to go back out there?

- We have much of a choice, Ranger?

- See who's it gonna be?

- I'm going.

- Not a cold day in hell are you going.

- What, you think your clumsy ass is gonna

make it out there? - Mom, your ankle!

- I've ran on worse.

Anybody else run track in college?

Huh?

I thought so.

Stay here and cover me if you see anything.

- Ava, no.

- It's okay.

Stay with them.

- Mom.

Fuck.

- Careful windows. - Right.

Let me find something useful.

- How much ammo y'all got?

- Six more bullets.

- Shit.

- As long as they don't know that, we're fine.

- Have you ever heard of any weird shit like this happening?

- Just whispers back in the day.

Satanic panic shit.

You know, rich folk up here keep to themselves.

- You said you got calls from others, right?

- Yeah.

Hank, he called about some people

causing a racket outside of his house.

We didn't think anything of it until he called back

and said two kids were in his pool.

(tense music)

- What else did he say, Hank?

(tense music)

- Who?

- Hank, what else did he say?

- That there were two kids in his pool.

Oh, that was you.

That was you guys.

- Yeah, I fell in with my clothes still on.

- [Dakota] He must have mentioned the beer too, didn't he?

- Yeah, he said that there was some kids

and he saw the bottles.

- What's going on?

- No, he's lying.

He's lying, we weren't, he's lying.

I didn't fall into the pool with my clothes on.

(all shouting)

- I promise you, he's really lying!

- There's no way, because by the time he saw us,

he was dead!

- Look, he's got me there.

(Corbin grunts)

- Mom! (suspenseful music)

Oh my god, Mom!

Oh my god!

No, no, no, no!

(Corbin shouting indistinctly)

- Stop it, stop, stop.

- Oh my god.

(all shouting) (suspenseful music)

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

(all shouting)

- My pleasure to welcome y'all to Cortez Grove!

Woohoo!

(ominous music)

(all shouting)

- Just in time for the party!

(tense music) - Weak.

You failed them.

You can't save him.

You won't save him.

Save him.

They're all gonna die!

(Ava gasping)

- Oh faithful one, we bring you two new families.

The tradition stays alive.

(Corbin muttering)

Vanderbilt, Carnegie, Rockefeller.

For centuries, their wealth was built

in the lower class like yourselves.

- Fuck you.

- Destiny.

- Please, no, stop.

(tense music)

(solemn music)

- Let them see!

Let them see.

Let them see.

Let them see.

Let them see.

- Please, you don't have to do this!

- Of course I do.

Just as you had to come here.

The universe chose me for this, just as it chose you.

Just as Zepe Totek asked the Aztecs for more blood

in exchange for wealth.

Just as he asked the Spanish for more flesh

in exchange for victory.

Just as we here deliver our pound of flesh

in exchange for the riches of life.

The Aztecs ruled for a thousand years, and we plan on more!

This land was built on spilled blood!

(people chanting)

- Get your fucking hands off my son!

- No, no, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

No, no.

This isn't a bad thing.

This is beautiful.

This is faith.

A gift from my family to yours.

All right?

Now can we let this festival commence?

Do we have your blessing?

Just as the great Zepe Totek blesses us all.

(Ava spits) (tense music)

If your blood isn't sacrificed, we'll all be

fed to the old one.

Isn't martyrdom worthy enough?

It was for her.

- No, no! (screaming)

- The boy.

- The choice has been made.

(all shouting)

- Ava.

You'll never understand how much I love you both.

I'm sorry.

- Hey!

Dickwad!

Yeah, you.

Let me get this straight.

You rich fuckheads.

You don't even make your own money?

You just culturally appropriated from the Aztecs?

Fuck anyone who isn't in the top 1%,

mother fuck anyone who can't afford to murder a family

in exchange for a direct deposit

from the lord of the fucking dead?

Quack, left, right, sick, poor, you elitist bastards

think you can divide us and bend us to your will?

Wrong!

You leave my family alone and you face me

like a man, you fucking pussy!

- Sit the fuck down.

We do not murder families.

We let them do that themselves.

- Ava, Dakota, run!

- [Ava] No!

(Ava screaming)

- Everyone wears a mask, Neil,

I want to see what it's like to wear yours.

(Neil shouting)

(Neil shouting)

(Dakota and Ava shouting)

Woo!

(Ava sobbing)

(people chanting)

(Corbin mumbling)

It's time for you to (indistinct).

Hands.

Tonight, one bloodline dies, or the flayed one rises.

(people chanting)

- No, no.

I won't do it.

- You will.

Victor keeps their child.

Vanquished joins their family on the pyre.

(people chanting)

- Come here.

I got a plan.

I think we can get 'em if we work together.

- Okay.

(Grady shouts)

- No!

Mom!

- Dad.

(Ava mumbling)

(Ava shouting)

(Ava whimpering)

(ominous music)

(Ava screaming) (suspenseful music)

(Grady shouting)

- No, Ava, stop, stop!

Stop, stop, please, don't. - The ritual.

I'll take care of Dakota, I promise.

- Uh-huh.

- It must be finished. - Reagan, I love you.

- Dad, don't!

(Grady shouting)

- Take care of my baby.

(Ava grunts)

- Dad!

- I love you.

- Stop, please, stop it!

Stop!

Get up, get up, Dad, please, get up!

(Reagan screaming)

- You did it!

Oh.

(people chanting)

Congratulations.

Your bloodline has been saved.

You did it.

- No, leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant!

I'm pregnant, please, god, leave me alone!

(ominous music)

- There's a child?

Oh.

Oh, boy.

Yeah, we are truly blessed tonight, aren't we?

A baby, we're blessed with a baby!

- Don't you fucking touch her!

- Oh, come on, stop.

Come on, listen to me.

I'm gonna cut it out.

I'm gonna cut it out and I'm gonna drink its blood.

(gunshots banging)

No! (gunshot bangs)

(Ava screams)

- Okay, okay.

Okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

Take her.

Go, just go, I'm fine.

(gunshot bangs)

(tense music) (Corbin gasping)

(Corbin shouting)

Fuck.

Let's go this way.

Reagan, wait!

- Mom, Dad's still back there.

- No, he's gone, baby.

No, he's gone, baby, he's gone.

Yes, I know.

I know.

I know, I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry that your dad and I were not perfect.

And I'm sorry after I lost Layla, I forgot about you.

Don't believe we didn't love you, okay?

You know why I'm so hard on you?

'Cause I want you to be better than us.

For when I'm not here.

So you do that, okay?

- [Reagan] (screams) Help!

(ominous music)

- I know I ask a lot from you.

I'm gonna ask one more thing.

Don't follow me.

- Mom.

Where are you going?

- To finish this.

(tense music)

(Reagan sobbing)

Okay.

It's okay, Reagan, it's okay.

I got this.

Don't worry.

I'm gonna get us through it.

It's okay.

Let her go, man.

It's gonna be fine, baby, focus on me.

Focus on me.

- Ava no, please, god, no, please, god, no, please, god, no!

- You don't wanna do this, man, come on.

Not gonna let him hurt you.

What more do you want from us?

You sick son of a bitch.

Haven't you taken enough from us already?

(Reagan shouting indistinctly)

You want some more of me?

Huh?

I'm a bald tire, mother fucker, come on!

(Corbin shouting)

(Ava screams)

(Corbin gasping) (tense music)

(solemn music)

It's okay, baby.

It's okay.

This is not your fault.

I got my choice.

So proud of you.

I love you.

- Mom, no.

(woman screaming)

- Hey, we gotta go.

We gotta go, come on.

Come on. (solemn music)

(gate creaking)

(ominous music)

(tense music)

(mysterious music)

(upbeat music)

- Fuck, did I miss it?

I did, didn't I?

Fuck!

Jesus.

Four more years, huh?

Look, I even got this cool mask.

(mysterious music) - No, you're just in time.

(man growls)

(heavy metal music)

♪ Every day they pray all the defenses ♪

♪ Lest the ignorant play ♪

♪ Come on, your bigotry and hatred ♪

♪ Let them draw your weak mind ♪

♪ (indistinct) violate your mind ♪

♪ Don't hesitate to terminate (indistinct) ♪

♪ (indistinct) violate your mind ♪

♪ Don't hesitate to terminate (indistinct) ♪

♪ Find me ♪

♪ What's gonna move me ♪

♪ What is wrong with my eyes ♪

♪ You obviously touch me ♪

♪ Like the blood through my eyes ♪

♪ (indistinct) and religion ♪

♪ Watch the arrogant rise ♪

♪ Suffocate (indistinct) ♪

♪ (indistinct) go blind ♪

♪ (indistinct) violate your mind ♪

♪ Don't hesitate to terminate (indistinct) ♪

♪ (indistinct) violate your mind ♪

♪ Don't hesitate to terminate (indistinct) ♪

♪ Go, find me ♪

♪ What's come over me ♪

♪ What is wrong with my eyes ♪

♪ Hate me ♪

♪ (indistinct) like the blood through my eyes ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

♪ Like the blood through my eyes ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Like the blood through my eyes ♪