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on the scene male caucasian approximately 18 years old 237 what's

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Welcome to paradise, ladies.

Glad you could make it. What did you think of the hike?

The hike?

Ford, we must have walked ten miles to get here.

Where exactly did we leave the 20th century?

No car, no civilization, nothing but frozen tundra for miles around.

What if somebody gets sick, are you going to carry them into town in your

Hey, the entertainment's here. When do we get naked?

Oh, extra cold. Twenty -mile hike and we stumble upon a frat house.

Shaping up to be a banner weekend, huh?

You guys remember Dina?

Uh, sure. Algebra class.

Did you go on that final like everybody else?

Actually, I missed the last six weeks of school with Mono. Oh, hell. I didn't

notice anything in high school unless it was being thrown at me from the

pitcher's mound.

What do you say we get your girls filled in? Let me get this straight. Three

guys, three girls, a deserted cabin, no transportation.

So when does Jason show up with the ski mask?

I don't know.

I sure hope he's a drinking man.

Ice skates.

Okay, if anything in here bites me, crawls on me, or falls on my head,

going to hear from my attorney, huh?

Let's see what we have over here.

Hey, awesome.

Hey, that's nice.

Testosterone powered all that.

Give me 20 minutes and I'll have her running again.

Yeah.

Feel free to keep looking around, though. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

So what's the story with Ford? He sure was determined to get us up here. We

practically killed ourselves coming up that mountain.

What if we get hit with a snowstorm?

Then we eat each other, I guess.

As for Ford, I don't have a clue.

Maybe it's the thing with your brother.

Maybe he just wants us to finally move on.

By cooping up all the survivors in the same cabin?

Besides, forced fun never works.

Only reason I came was to pick Steen up with Alex.

Leave Alex alone.

He never did anything to you.

Can't help it. Come from a long line of matchmakers.

I am genetically predisposed to screw up the lives of my friends.

Clutch bar's broken, but I can weld it back on.

If I don't break my neck skating, I'll break it on this thing.

Great.

Should have stayed home in bed.

You really think this was a bad idea, huh?

No, I... No, it's just...

I don't know. I just think everybody's a little bit too emotional right now, you

know? I mean, Bridget is a wreck, even though she won't admit it. And Alex is

moody, sullen.

Dina won't talk to anybody.

And Ford is trying way too hard to have a good time.

And me, I... I just still miss my brother.

The master bedroom.

My parents conceived me here.

What, and no plaque on the wall?

We better do it on the floor tonight, Bridge.

They're going to be out there writing lyrics to the bed springs.

Makes you think I want to do it anywhere with you, Valentine.

Because we did it last night?

And the night before?

And every night for I don't know how long.

If we keep this up, we'll break Lou Gehrig's record for consecutive games

played.

You bum?

Yeah.

It's the anniversary, you know.

Yeah, I know.

It's not like we can forget about it.

Things just haven't been the same since... I just... I don't understand

She's his sister, for Christ's sake. She put her life back together like she was

getting over the flu.

I wasn't even related to him, and I'm still a pathetic wreck.

Well, you gotta understand.

She remembers it differently than we do.

Besides, it's grief.

Who the hell knows how anybody's going to handle it.

You handled it okay.

That's because you were there for me.

Oh, my God.

Look at this.

It's quite a phallic symbol.

Looks like there's four big dorks in the house this weekend.

If you're not careful your face is going to freeze that way.

Just not much of a mood to skate, I guess.

Look, you know, Erica had to drag me here kicking and screaming, but... Well,

we're stuck here, so we may as well try to have a good time.

Maybe so.

But that's a little difficult when all the activities are being programmed by

the... What are you guys sitting around for?

Come on, back to the cabin for heavy drinking.

How does a guy get out of this chicken outfit?

Here, let me help you.

Hey,

if we run, we'll get a seat by the fire.

Okay. I'll go easy on you. How many penises have you seen in your life?

Count every one and leave no prick unturned.

Isn't a ployal penis peni?

That's Latin, right?

Okay.

Well, I probably saw my dad once or twice in my school, right?

That's a little girl.

My cousin Todd used to flash me whenever he spent the night. Oh, Todd. Oh, she

sprayed on me.

Oh, and then there was this really creepy minister.

He exposed himself to our choir.

That's really creepy.

I think he ended up in a psych ward someplace.

And then there's all the guys I've slept with.

Dina, truth or dare?

Truth, I guess.

Which one of the men in this room would you most like to spend the night with?

number of shots you guys think i told you there's no one oh all right okay do

you want to know who i'd like to sleep with yeah

kevin okay

i mean i was supposed to be in sick humor but

cold isn't it

Erica, you just got me thinking about your brother again.

Maybe we should just go dig him up. I'd like to sleep with him, too.

Can we stop talking about Kevin for five freaking minutes, please? Maybe we

should talk about him. Maybe we wouldn't all feel like it. Shut the hell up,

Bridget.

Hal's right.

Look, Erica, we're all sorry, okay?

No problem.

I shouldn't have brought his name up.

Not tonight.

Let's just play the game.

Dina, it's your turn. Pick me.

I'll take truth.

I don't want to call.

No.

It'll be fun.

Look, I'll even supply the question.

Ask me how Kevin died.

That's it.

I've had it.

I busted my ass to get us all up here so we could forget about this bullshit for

one weekend.

Kevin is dead.

No, Ford, I want to hear this. What do you mean how he died, Alex?

You know how the hell he died.

He was being a stupid asshole.

He got mad at us for riding him so hard. He got out of the car and walked off by

himself. And got himself run over.

He was killed by a hit -and -run driver.

End of story.

No one here was responsible.

And no one here can bring him back.

I think it's about time we put a stop to this never -ending guilt trip.

I sure as hell can't take it anymore.

This is some great party.

Okay, I'm taking Bridget for a walk. Who's coming with me?

I'll go with you.

Come on, Bridget.

You coming with us?

No.

I'll hang out here.

Solitude sounds pretty good now.

But I have coffee ready for you when you get back.

I'm sorry, Erica.

We all loved him.

I know.

You know what I think is the worst part about grief?

It's the guilt you feel because you're still alive.

You almost blew it in there tonight, amigo.

Oh yeah? How so? You know what the hell I'm talking about.

Look, I'm not the one who brought it up.

Don't bullshit me.

Ask me how Kevin died.

What the hell did you plan to say after that? I don't know what I was going to

say. You don't say a thing.

None of us forced Kevin to kiss that mailbox.

He killed himself.

We all agreed to the story.

You're going to stick to it. Oh, yeah, you're right. Nobody killed Kevin. We're

all as pure as the driven snow.

But we both know what we didn't do that night.

No, maybe you can live with it. Maybe you can go to bed at night and sleep

angels playing harp music above your bed.

But not me.

It's tearing me up inside and I don't think I can handle it anymore.

Yeah, well, you're in it, pal.

And you will keep your mouth shut.

I'm not going to let you hurt Erica.

Hurt Erica?

Hurt Erica? You look in the mirror and say that for it.

If you can do that without laughing, you let me know.

Shoot me.

Anybody want to know what Virginia had for lunch?

I'm going to be here a while.

You've seen her puke for three hours.

Hey, Gina.

Why don't you go back to the cabin? I've got hours to do some company.

I don't think he's in the mood to be hit on. Oh, come on. You never know.

Look, you go on back, and I'll bail you out later. It's not working out, okay?

Go on.

Seize the day.

Thought you might want to lay off the battery acid for a while.

Look, Dina.

I know why Erica brought you up here.

I'm quite sure you're a nice girl.

Under normal circumstances, I might.

But I just shouldn't have come here. I mean, it's a bad idea for me to come

here.

Don't worry about it.

And I'm glad you came.

Actually, it has been fairly obvious that something is really bothering you.

I bet.

Erica pushed you through the door to find out what was wrong with me. Give me

little bit of credit, please.

Okay, if you don't want to be fixed up.

I didn't exactly beg Erica to bring me along, you know.

Fair enough.

Sorry.

Apology accepted.

Is it okay if I sit here for a while and look at the fire?

Let me tell you a story.

I was about 11 years old.

My friend Bobby got one of those science kits for his birthday.

You know, the ones with all the chemicals and test tubes and things.

And it also came with this dissecting kit, so we decided to dissect a frog.

We caught one out in the woods, and we heard that you had to stick a needle

its skull to kill it, so that when you cut it open...

His heart would still be beating, so... I stuck a needle into its skull,

and it hopped away.

We caught it and stuck it again, and it hopped away again.

I chased it all over the yard with its blood on my hands.

God, finally, it got away for good, but I... I felt horrible.

All I could think about was this poor frog, hiding somewhere, suffering in

terrible pain and not knowing why.

I was wracked with guilt for weeks.

I felt so bad that my grandmother finally convinced me to go to confession

tell the priest what I did.

So you went to the priest, confessed to the frog torture, and came home a happy

little girl.

No.

No, not exactly.

I did go to the priest, and he thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever

heard, and he laughed his head off.

The moral of the story is that nothing is as bad as it seems.

Except you can't learn that until you come to terms with your guilt.

And guilt is what reminds us that we're still human, no matter what we've done.

I know all about guilt.

But mine goes a lot deeper than pithing a frog.

You know, if I was a religious man, I'd be afraid of going to hell.

You know, we never finished that truth or dare game.

As I recall, you picked truth.

Yeah. Yes, I did.

Okay.

Here's my question.

Tell me how Kevin really died.

The world hasn't seen vomiting like that since Mount Vesuvius erupted.

I asked you to kill me. I pleaded with you. What kind of friends are you?

I'll make you a deal.

I'll take you back and put you to bed.

He still wanted to kill you in the morning. I asked you to kill me not

me What the hell

He's really dead.

Look, it's done.

He's in the garage.

Ward, we've got to get to a phone. We've got to call the police.

We can't just leave him out there.

You know we can't do that.

Anybody who tries to make it to help in this weather is going to get lost and

break their neck.

Do you want two or three more deaths on your hands instead of just one?

Now, my dad's bringing a load of firewood Sunday.

I say we wait for him.

We can call the police then. Alex sure as hell isn't going anywhere.

You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to spend the night in this house.

Alex is dead.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Doesn't anything make it past that bullshit macho pose of yours?

Cute.

Very cute.

Alex was my friend.

And I'll mourn him when we get out of here. But right now, it's my job to see

it that the rest of us stay alive.

And that means nobody does anything stupid like hiking 10 miles in 20 degree

weather. And who exactly put you in charge?

It's my responsibility because I got everybody up here.

And if you're not going to help me, then shut the hell up.

Look, I just wish we knew what the hell happened.

I mean, did he choke to death?

Did he have an aneurysm or a heart attack? What?

How can somebody die for no reason? Will somebody tell me?

What about the motorcycle in the garage?

The run?

The clutch is broken.

I can weld it back on.

There's a torch out there someplace.

I'm not staying here, Ford.

I'll leave by myself if I have to.

The hell you will.

Look, why don't we just put it to a vote?

Either we all leave together tonight or we all stay and wait for Ford's father.

And if Hal can get the bike running, then tomorrow somebody takes it and

for the ranger station.

Okay.

We vote.

Everybody in favor of leaving tonight, raise your hand.

Everybody in favor of sticking it out, raise your hand.

I think that's a good idea.

Come on, Dina, you've got to vote.

I don't know what to do.

I don't want it to be my decision.

Come on, vote. We don't have all night.

When I vote, we stay.

Good. Everybody grab their stuff.

We're all sleeping down here tonight.

Nobody goes off by themselves.

I have to show you something.

Look at this.

What is it?

If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was some kind of poison.

That's ridiculous.

Who would poison Alex?

Nobody.

But this is all just too weird.

I mean, for all we know, this stuff could have been in the cup when Alex got

down from the cupboard.

It may not even be poison, but Alex is dead.

What am I supposed to think?

So you're saying that somebody in this house could be a murderer?

No.

I don't know.

I'm not saying anything. Look, it's just... What?

What is it, Dina? Out with it.

Alex.

He confessed something to me before he died.

He said that Kevin didn't walk away from them and get killed by a hit -and -run

driver that night.

He said that they were all drunk and that they were making fun of Kevin, so

Kevin decided to land surf to show how cool he was.

Ford lost control of the car.

He hit a mailbox, and that's how Kevin died.

They left him there, Erica.

They invented the whole hit -and -run story so that Ford wouldn't get a DUI

lose his baseball scholarship.

Alex, now he was so disgusted, he walked away from the rest of them.

He walked home that night.

All four of them have lied about it since then.

No, I... I don't believe this.

They're my friends.

They were Kevin's friends.

They live with themselves after concocting a lie like that.

Alex said that they didn't think it mattered.

Either way, Kevin was dead, and either way, it was an accident.

They made the story up to stay out of trouble.

Look, Erica, I don't know if it's true, but Alex was so upset, I believed him.

Turn that damn thing off.

Don't come any closer.

Just get the hell out of here.

What are you doing? It's me.

Just get it over with.

Strangle me, dump my body in the lake. You'll be doing me a favor.

I don't know what's gotten into you, but I want you back in time.

You know?

After Kevin died, I was just too messed up with grief

to keep you out of my bed.

I knew you didn't love me.

I couldn't convince myself otherwise.

I'm not that good of a liar.

So I let you use me.

Don't say a word about this, Daniel and Dina.

About the poison or about what Alex said.

Because if it's true, then somebody in this house murdered Alex to keep him

quiet.

And if that somebody was desperate enough to kill,

then they won't hesitate to kill again.

So I'm the bad guy because I wanted to get on with my life?

I'm the bad guy because I didn't blow my brains out the next day.

We were all trash, Bridget.

None of us were thinking straight.

And nothing we did that night or the next day could change the fact that

death was an accident.

The lie we told helped us all to survive.

You're some survivor.

You walked over two bodies now.

How many more?

What is that supposed to mean?

Eric could think someone poisoned Alex's coffee.

Oh, so now I'm a murderer too, is that it?

Jai, you're on conclusions.

I just want to tell you, when we get out of here, I'm going straight to the

police to tell them exactly what happened.

If you don't want me to.

We better figure out some way to stop.

So we watch our backs.

And we wait.

And as soon as we get out of here, we call the police.

If somebody did poison Alex, then they had to spike the coffee before I got

there.

What'd you do with Al?

I put him out back behind the woodpile.

Cold enough back there, he'll keep.

Jesus Christ, listen to me. My buddy's dead and I'm talking about him like he

was inside a thief.

What the hell is happening to us?

Have you said anything to anybody about Kevin's accident?

Have you been talking to Bridget about it? You know me better than that.

I don't open my mouth about anything if I don't have to.

Yeah, well, somebody's putting ideas in her head.

She thinks I killed Alex for crying out loud.

I don't know, Ford.

Did you?

What kind of question is that?

Of course I didn't.

All I know is people don't just turn up dead for no reason.

We both know Alex was starting to crack, and we both know who has the most to

lose if the truth should come out.

If I was in an investigating kind of mood, you would be my prime suspect,

Don't give me that.

If somebody did kill him, you had just as much of a motive as me.

Yeah, but there's a difference.

I know I didn't do it. I don't know that about anybody else.

Look, maybe he did just stroke out of something, or maybe not.

Either way, my advice to you is this.

Don't act so guilty. It makes you look kind of pathetic.

Spare me the advice.

All I want to know is whether I can count on you to stick to the story if

shit hits the fan. Don't worry about me.

I made my peace with it a long time ago.

I'm sure some are proud of it. But if I don't want to blow my brains out, then I

have to live with it.

And I ain't the suicidal type.

Stop it!

You mind?

Have you seen Bridget?

No. Have you seen Ford?

No.

Have you seen Dina?

No.

Thanks for your help.

No problem.

Where have you been?

I was checking out the basement like we decided, remember?

Oh, didn't you find anything?

Not much, just some old rat poison. But no, it was so old that you needed chisel

to chip it out of the carton.

What about the medicine cabinet?

Tylenol, X -lax, diet pills, and 37 pairs of rubber gloves. That's all.

I don't know, Dina. Maybe it wasn't poison.

Maybe he just had a heart attack.

Maybe we should just try to stay calm and just wait until... What?

That's it. I'm going to shoot that son of a bitch right now.

Hal!

Hal!

Didn't you see him? He's lost it.

If he killed her, then we need to keep an eye on him until we can get the

here. Besides, we can't even know for sure that he did it. He walked up here

carrying her body in his arms. I call that pretty graphic proof. Two of our...

Trust each other. Look, I know he did it. Look, the guy's trapped, all right?

snapped. He's gone over the edge. Look, I know he killed her, all right? I know

he did it. How?

How? How do you know?

Look, what I'm going to tell you, I don't think you'll ever forgive me for

I don't see how you could.

But you have to know, don't you?

You're going to tell me?

That you lied about Kevin's death.

You and all the others.

So you knew?

I didn't.

Not until tonight.

It turns out Alex made some kind of confession to Dina.

What did he say?

He said that you guys teased him.

Until Kevin felt he had to land surf to show how cool he was.

Ford lost control of the car and hid a mailbox. And that's how Kevin died.

Did Alex tell you everything that happened that night?

Everything he had time to, I guess.

Did he tell you that Kevin was still alive when we left him?

What?

Look, you have to understand how messed up we were that night.

We had been drinking, and none of us had any business being in a car.

When we hit that mailbox, we stopped right away.

We found Kevin lying in a ditch.

At first we thought he was dead.

And Alex and Ford, they had a fight over what to do, and Alex walked.

And then we realized he was still alive, just in real bad shape.

He was unconscious, but still breathing.

And then Ford went crazy right there. He said it was all Kevin's fault, and that

he'd be damned if he was going to go to jail over this.

So we put him in the trunk.

We were going to take him to the hospital, but Ford, he couldn't handle

was convinced he was going to lose that goddamn scholarship of his.

So we came up with a plan.

To leave Kevin on the side of the road and call the cops with an anonymous tip.

And then we'd get to Kevin in the hospital and tell him to go along with

story.

Damn it, we were drunk!

That's no excuse, but it sure as hell had an effect on what happened.

I mean, Bridget was passed out in the backseat, Alex was in shock, and Ford

friggin' out of his mind.

And me?

I was just too chicken shit to do anything about it.

I figured it was Ford's ass if anything went wrong.

And I thought Kevin was gonna make it, I really did.

But when the cops found him... You son of a bitch!

You stupid son of a bitch!

You might as well have put a gun to his head.

As long as I live, I'll never be able to make up for what I did. I knew that

from the start.

So I kept my mouth shut and tried to make peace with myself.

It ruined Bridget, though.

And Alex, when he found out that Kevin was still alive, he lost it.

And what about Ford?

He never got over it.

He called me at least once a week to make sure I was sticking to the story.

That's why he got us up here this weekend.

He wanted everybody together one last time before we all went our separate

So you think he got us all up here just to murder us all?

I don't know.

I mean, I don't think so.

I think he just got up here and flipped out. That's what I think. And I think he

murdered them all. And I hope he rots in hell for it.

Look, if we make it out of here, I'll understand if you never want to see me

again.

I deserve whatever you dish out.

But you've got to understand one thing.

Nobody murdered Kevin.

He died because of an act of sheer stupidity.

Nobody pushed him out of that car door.

The rest of us are guilty of thinking of ourselves before we thought of him. If

you want to hate me, then hate me for that.

How long will it take you to get that motorcycle running?

A little welding, maybe. Not long.

Good.

Get it going.

Then we'll wait out the rest of the night.

We stay in pairs.

I'll stand guard over Ford.

The two of you stick together while Hal works on the bike.

That way we'll know who's responsible if somebody else turns up dead.

In the morning, Hal takes the bike into town and gets the police.

And then we tell him the whole story.

From the beginning.

Any questions?

Sounds good to me.

Me too.

You'd better leave that with me.

Why, so you can use it on me?

No, so I can use it on Ford.

If I do decide to use it on you, how about I give you a five -minute head

That was a terrible thing you guys did to Kevin.

No shit.

I really don't want to talk about it anymore.

I don't know how Erica's going to handle it.

She's not only lost her brother, but every friend she has.

God, every friend but me, I guess.

She'll be okay.

So will we. So long as we can get the hell out of here and get Ford locked up

the nuthatch where he belongs. I'm scared, Hal.

I wonder if any of us will make it out of here alive.

Don't be scared.

So long as Erica's not afraid to use that shotgun if she has to.

What if Ford isn't the killer?

What if it's Erica?

The flashlights.

The flashlights.

What did she say?

I didn't kill Bridget.

I can prove it.

You are in no position to... prove

anything.

Through your negligence, you murdered my brother.

And then you murdered Alex and Bridget to cover it up.

You can't possibly get out of it now.

I didn't kill anyone.

I ought to blow your head off.

Bridget was murdered with a flashlight.

She was beaten to death with it.

I found pieces of it by her body. It wasn't mine.

So where's your flashlight then?

I dropped my flashlight along the way when I brought Bridget back here.

When I was a megalite.

Do you remember what it looked like?

Yeah.

white tape on the handle.

Exactly.

You find my homemade flashlight and you'll know that I didn't kill her.

You find the rest of the pieces to that other flashlight and you'll find the

real killer.

It's the truth.

I'm guilty of a lot of things, but not murdering my girlfriend.

You have to believe me if any of us are gonna make it out of here alive.

Erica, give me a break.

If there's one innocent person around here, it's her.

No one is above suspicions.

Erica said so herself.

She could have poisoned that coffee as easily as anyone else.

And she was by herself for a long while before Bridget turned up dead.

Okay, Ms. Marble.

What exactly would be her motive?

She didn't know anything.

Do we know that for sure?

Now, Alex seemed to think that she already knew the truth.

That's why he was so upset. He didn't know how to face her.

That's a pretty strong accusation.

Considering you were the last one to see Alex alive.

True, but, you know, I know I'm innocent.

And I tend to believe you are, too.

You were the only one around here who was never alone tonight.

Now that leaves two suspects.

If what Alex said was true, then Erica had just as much of a motive as Ford.

I suppose you have a point.

I'd say you were full of shit.

But there are two dead bodies laying around.

We can't rule out anything.

Erica could finish us both off with that shotgun and then blame it all on Ford.

Christ. For a quiet chick, you sure have a devious mind.

I just want to stay alive.

I'll be right back.

And you better hope I find your flashlight.

Because I don't want to have to come back here knowing that you've lied to me

again.

You should let me go with you.

Not a chance.

Ford's escaped.

You're kidding.

Do I look like I'm kidding?

Another great news flash.

And the hits just keep on coming. Shut up. Look, the two of you better come

me so we can figure out what to do.

I blew it.

I believed him. Believed him? What did he tell you?

He convinced me to go on some wild goose chase to look for evidence he said

would clear him.

Prove that he didn't kill Bridget. What kind of evidence?

It doesn't matter. I didn't find anything anyway.

Except a message from Bridget.

Message?

She... She wrote the word bye in the snow near the place where she died.

She was trying to kill herself. The irony's a bit much for me.

That sneaky weasel -ass son of a bitch!

What do we do now?

I don't know.

I wish I knew why he ran off. I mean, is he gone or is he going to come back and

finish the job?

Oh, he'll be back all right.

His best bet is to kill all of us and then claim he killed the last one of us

self -defense.

I bet he's going to pin it on me.

How's the motorcycle?

Clutch bar's back on. We gas up, we are out of here. Okay, I think I have a

plan. Look, it's only a few more hours until dawn.

Two of you go back in the garage, gas up the bike and bring it inside.

That way Ford can't get his hands on it.

And then we stay here.

Nobody leaves this room until dawn.

And if he decides to pay us a return visit, we kill him.

But he's unarmed, Erica.

Couldn't we just capture him and hold him until we get the police here? No, we

can't take that chance.

Because he's a murderer.

But we don't know that for sure. I mean, for all we know, there could be a

stranger out there someplace.

And I do?

What do you want to do, hold a trial?

They're in a lawsuit, Dina.

Ford is the only one who was alone long enough to commit both murders.

Besides, you don't know that he's unarmed. This is his parents' cabin,

For all we know, there might be another gun stashed someplace.

And unless he walks through that door with his hands in the air, I am going to

protect myself. I'm with you.

No more games.

If that son of a bitch shows up here, he's dead.

I've had just about enough death for one night.

Yeah, you and me both.

That's why we're going to do our best to survive until morning.

Now you two get that bike in here, and I will guard this door until you get

back.

You know, with that gun in your hands, you look just like that bald chick from

Aliens. Screw you!

We're in a hell of a lot of danger.

Are you sure you want to go through with this? You don't have a choice.

I guess you're right.

You know what to do then?

Just fill her up and bring her inside, right?

I'll go take a leak.

She burnt it. No!

There was nothing I could do. No! There was nothing I could do. No!

I told you, I didn't see it happen. I was taking a leak. You're going to have

do better than that. Sit!

What do you want me to say? I heard the screams just like you did.

I mean, I don't know. She might have spilled gas on herself. I could have

the torch on. It could have been an accident. There are no accidents, Hal.

Not tonight.

Either you killed her or Ford did.

And you'd better start convincing me right now that it wasn't you if you want

live to see the sunrise.

Dina was alive when I left her. I was gone for five minutes, plenty of time

Ford to sneak in behind me.

Yeah, Hal.

But you were there.

Ford is long gone.

And now that I think about it, you had plenty of time to sneak out of that

garage and kill Bridget.

Plenty of time to burn Dina.

Anyone of us could have poisoned Alex.

But you had the means.

And you had the motive.

So now I have just one question left for you.

How do I know that Ford's not dead, too?

You know he's not dead. Do I?

Unless he turns up soon.

Then I might as well write him off, too.

And if Ford is dead, then you're guilty by process of elimination.

Hey, I could say the same thing about you.

Are you seriously trying to turn the tables here?

I know I didn't kill anybody.

And I don't see anybody else with a gun.

Get a grip, Hal.

I hardly have a motive.

What revenge would I have wanted to take out on Alex when I only learned that

your bullshit story was alive just tonight?

What, did I just decide to poison him on a whim?

Maybe you've been planning it for a while. Maybe you've known the truth all

along. You know that's not true.

I made the mistake of believing my friend, remember?

That's not what Dina said.

Oh, really?

She said you'd known how Kevin died all along.

She never said that.

You're lying!

Am I?

She wouldn't have said that.

She knew better.

You killed Alex. You killed Bridget.

And you had time to get to Dina.

You killed them. You killed them all.

Try again, Hal.

You're never going to make that story stick.

What are you doing?

If I leave now, I figure I can make the ranger station by dawn.

You are now on your own.

Unless Ford shows up, that is.

If you're going to use that thing, you better use it right now.

I am no killer.

I hope you are right.

Maybe you better learn.

Ford is still out there somewhere.

Is that you?

Is that you?

Sorry, I frightened you.

Hal's coming back with the police.

Killing me isn't going to help you.

I want you to listen to me.

If you had listened to me an hour ago...

to you?

What could you possibly have to say that would change anything?

I want to talk to you about Kevin.

There's nothing to talk about.

Yet if there were bodies strewn all over this house, you would still be a

murderer for what you did to him.

Kevin wanted to die.

That's not true. True.

Oh, it's true, all right.

You were so busy trying to win every senior award and mailing out your

applications that you never noticed your little brother was cracking up.

He had to turn to drugs just so that he could look into the mirror and say to

himself, he wasn't you.

Oh, look.

I never claimed to be the perfect sister.

But it hardly measures up against leaving him to die on the side of the

Kevin wanted to die.

He took a little ribbing from his friends and he turned it into an excuse

jump out of that car.

There's no way I was going to let that little twerp ruin my life.

So you left him to die.

We left him to call an ambulance.

Maybe he would have died anyway.

But I didn't kill him.

Look where that night has led.

For... All his death.

You have to trust me.

How can I?

Because I'm going to prove to you that I... No!

It's time to stop screwing around.

Do it! Just do it!

I'm not going to do anything but talk for five minutes.

You're going to sit there and listen to me.

If you do that, I'll let you live.

Deal?

Deal?

Sit down.

So this is it.

We're the only two left.

That means that one of us has to be the killer.

Was it you?

No.

Then it must be me.

It must be.

But I know I didn't kill anyone either.

It hardly matters, does it?

Whichever one of us is left alive will be charged with all five murders.

There's another answer.

I don't have much choice.

Do I?

It'll work so long as we agree to trust each other.

Go ahead.

Take it.

I won't stop you.

Now you can afford to trust me.

If my plan sounds good, then let's walk out of here.

If it doesn't, then shoot me.

If I am responsible for all this, then I don't deserve to live.

You're right.

You don't.

I knew I should have dumped that damn backpack in the lake.

Yeah.

It's kind of incriminating, isn't it?

I have to tell you, I expected Ford to come out on top.

Shouldn't think you'd have the guts to shoot him.

Well, I guess you learn something new every day, huh?

You know, I learned something tonight too, Dina.

I learned that I know how to survive if I have to.

Well, even the greatest talents have their limits.

I'm afraid only one of us is going to walk away from here alive.

Do you understand why I have to kill you?

I think so, yeah.

How long have you known the truth about Kevin?

From the night it happened.

Drove home from your house that night, remember?

They left him on pond run!

I take that road home all the time.

I pulled over when I spotted him.

I didn't know it was him at first.

He was still alive?

Oh, yes.

He lived just long enough to tell me who was in the car and what they did to

him.

And then he died in my arms.

He was the only person who ever loved me.

He thought I could save him?

long as I lived.

So you murdered three people. I made a promise.

And I kept it.

Did you honestly think my brother could love a murderer?

They deserve what they got.

So do you.

If you wanted to see the face of a killer, I could just look in the mirror.

I mean, you let your brother rot into depression and then served him up to his

friends to finish him off.

The mistakes I made with my brother I will have to live with for the rest of

life, but the biggest mistake I made was trusting you.

Well, we're two of a kind, aren't we?

You murdered Ford.

Your fingerprints are on the gun.

And with that kind of evidence, my claim of self -defense and killing you should

be pretty easy to swallow.

It's an elegant plan, if I do say so myself.

Sounds like you have all the bases covered.

And what about Hal? You must have got him to help you fake your own death.

Yeah, Hal was pretty gullible.

I told him that one of us had to turn up dead if we were ever going to figure

out who the real killer was. You are for it.

And after he was gone, well, it was only a matter of time before one of you

panicked.

And I guess that leaves you the last loose end.

You're not God, Dina.

You don't get to decide who lives and who dies.

God.

There is no God.

No, no.

Not tonight.

Tonight there's only me.

Shit!

So much for your elegant plan.

Your fatal flaw.

You were so anal about the damn backpack.

They knew there was something in there that you didn't want us to see.

So I went looking for it.

And that's when I noticed that it didn't disappear from the coffee table until

after you burnt to a crisp.

You know, I made a promise to myself tonight, too.

And I think it's about time I kept it.

She's wrapped in duct tape and locked in the cellar.

She's not going anywhere.

Good.

Did you bring any food?

Whatever crumbs I could find.

Look, before we get started, I need to know if we're quits now.

What do you mean?

I mean, it did kind of save your life.

I'm not saying we're ever going to be friends again or anything, but can

we at least make peace?

Go to hell.