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MAN 1: All right, this is the plan. We either get Casey or we're history.

- MAN 2: Got you! - MAN 3: Fine by me.

Watch for the snake man. No matter what happens, leave Casey to me!

(HOWLING WIND)

- You guys ready? - Damn right.

(DISTANT GUNFIRE)

(COCKS GUN)

Eat your heart out, Sly.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

- (GUNSHOT) - Ah! Oh...

(GUNSHOT)

- (DOOR CREAKS) - (GUNSHOT)

Damn, I wasted it!

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

- (GUNSHOT) - You're dead turkey.

- (GUNSHOT) - Ah!

(BLOWS TOP OF GUN)

(RAPID FIRING)

Get him! Now!

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

Casey!

You're... dead!

(GUNSHOT)

(CHEERS)

Shit!

- Come on Casey, say it! - Fuck you.

That's not it Casey. Come on, say the words.

OK, Goddammit, you're the best.

We didn't hear all that, Casey. Louder!

I said you're the best.

That wasn't our deal, dickhead. Loud enough so everyone can hear it.

- Remember? Do it! - The Zero Boys are the best!

- Fucking assholes! - (LAUGHING)

(CLEARS THROAT) And the money!

You look terrible.

That settles it, Perski.

Not quite, pal. There's just one more thing.

Look, Perski! I can't go through with this.

My ass, you can't!

Now do you want to tell her or do you want me to?

Hail to the Mad Max.

I came to claim my prize, Miss Farnwell.

What the hell's going on Casey?

Look, I can explain everything.

Yeah, go on, explain.

You're coming with me this weekend.

Jamie, you don't have to do anything, just go with him.

- Nothing heavy. OK? - I'm a prize?

- The prize. - Baby cakes, listen.

Don't 'Babycakes' me, you stupid asshole. We're finished.

- Hey, cool it! - (SLAP)

(CROWD GROANS)

I hope it hurts, sleazebag.

Just because you beat a bunch of wimps, Mad Max

doesn't mean you win me.

- Hey, Jamie! - What?

Let's forget it, no big deal.

- Oh, yeah. Yeah? - Yeah!

I got news for you. I'm coming along.

Is that a promise or a threat?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- Hey Steve. - Hey Steve, what's going on?

I'll tell you right now. I don't think she should come.

- You always do this to us. - Hey, do me a favor, shut up.

ALL: Hi.

Babe, take this to the office, I'll talk to you later.

All right, see you later.

Nice job, kids. But next time play by the rules.

- What do you mean? - What's the matter, Mr Shaw?

You swapped weapons three times. You crossed the line twice.

You destroyed the effects.

Next time I'll bust you for it. But today you're the best.

(ALL CHEER) Yeah! Thanks, Mr Shaw!

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(HONK REPEATEDLY)

- (GIRLS CHEERING) - (CONTINUOUS HONKING)

This is your last chance to get out.

Are you kidding? I'm so thrilled to be with the champions.

Come on, show me what makes the Zero Boys tick.

- To think we won this bitch in a game. - We should have lost.

(TIRES SCREECH)

- (GIRLS GIGGLING) - Very mature.

- Yeah, I figured you'd enjoy that. - Like a root canal.

(INAUDIBLE SPEECH AND LAUGHTER)

- (BIRDS TWITTERING) - (MUFFLED SHOT)

(MUFFLED SHOT)

(RAPID FIRING)

- She's going to be a pain in the ass. - She'll come around.

Why would anybody want to go out with Casey's chick?

Curiosity.

It's all yours.

Don't be a prick, Steve. Go talk to her.

- Swell, now I'm the prick. - Well, you can't exactly blame her.

We don't appreciate being used as bait in some asshole's poker game, OK?

- It was Casey's idea. - So what? You're not Casey.

Go talk to her.

- Steve. - What?

Take a breath mint.

Just in case you make up.

Can we talk?

I'll listen.

Look, this whole thing wasn't my idea.

I just went along with it because it would piss off Casey.

- OK. - What do you mean, "OK"?

I know Casey, he can be a real shit sometimes.

I believe you. That's all.

That was easier than I thought.

It's because you don't know me.

So fill me in.

All right, I'm 19. I was born in Minnesota.

I'm in my sophomore year at the university.

I'm a straight "A" Psych Major

with a minor in Speech Pathology and one in English.

I'm five six, love tennis and I fuck on the first date.

(WOMAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)

- What the hell was that? - Sounded like a scream.

Hey man, what's happening?

- We heard a scream. - A scream?

Come on you guys, somebody's probably raping mother nature again.

Let's take a look.

Everybody in the truck. Pack it up.

- There! - What?

I saw a woman. She was running.

Stop, stop the car.

(LAUGHING) And I thought I was stoned.

Oh, brother!

Maybe I was wrong.

Let's go.

It's blood, isn't it?

There's a lot of hunting up here. Could be from a deer.

No, it was a woman. I saw her running through here a minute ago.

I'm positive, Steve.

Look! There's a house over there.

Let's go ask 'em.

- I don't know, it's getting pretty dark. - What's the matter? Scared?

TRISH: What have we gotten into this time?

- Hello? - Jason, old boy, you here?

- Shut up. - Yeah, shut up.

(DISTANT THUNDER RUMBLE)

- Anybody home? - It doesn't look like it.

(SINGS "THE TWILIGHT ZONE" THEME)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hello?

- It's spooky. - It's not spooky, this is great.

OK, no one's here, let's go.

Steve, where's your sense of adventure?

- JAMIE: Let's wait, I'll light a fire. - "Gone till Monday, have fun."

OK, just for a while.

Look what I found on the refrigerator. Hospitality lives.

Wasn't meant for us, dipshit. They're expecting visitors.

We are visitors. Hey everybody, drinks are on me.

- All right, let's have a party. - Wait. I said just for a while.

- Come on, Steve. - Don't you touch anything.

(THUNDER RUMBLE)

(NIGHT SOUNDS)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

What kind of people you think live in this place?

Survivalists, a family maybe?

It's probably just a vacation house.

Mais non, mon capitain.

Would you listen to this?

Double your pleasure, double your fun.

Twin sisters who want to light up your life.

Two heads are always better than one.

What do you think Steve, you got a pen?

Hey, wow, listen to this.

Eight Titanic inches in just four weeks or your money back.

STEVE: I'm not impressed.

Of course not, that'd be like losing four inches! (ALL LAUGH)

Hey, Steve, guess what's up here?

Two bedrooms, all guys stuff.

- (INDISTINCT SPEECH) - (CHIRPING)

(LEAVES RUSTLING IN DISTANCE)

(SUDDEN LOUD RUSTLING)

Come on, you guys.

Hello.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

Rip, old buddy, I'd like to show you something.

RIP: You know this is filth, I mean it's trash.

It's perverse and disgusting.

I'm gonna subscribe.

Hey, what's that?

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Rip

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

One more time...

♪ Happy birthday to you

♪ Happy birthday, dear Rip

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

(ALL CHEER)

Oh, you guys are too much. Thanks, honey.

I charged it on your credit card.

(ALL LAUGH)

All right birthday boy, blow 'em all out!

(BLOWS VIGOROUSLY)

Shit man, you spit all over the cake.

Right, now I'm the only one who'll eat it.

- Hey, let's all get warmed up. - Yeah.

- (GLASSES CLINK) - All right.

- I'm paying for this? - Relax. It's just cheap California stuff.

- (CORK POPS) - (ALL CHEER)

- Here, you deserve it. - All right.

Thank you.

May you live forever, Rip. And forever be an asshole.

(ALL LAUGH)

- I'll drink to that. - You would.

- To Freud. - Why Freud?

'Cause he's the dude who changed it all.

For 2,000 years, religion and philosophy made us believe

that the soul was the center of everything.

Freud came along and preached the truth.

- It's the dick. - (STEVE SNIGGERS)

And to the Zero Boys. In all modesty, guys, we are the best.

(ALL CHEER)

The boys may be Zeros, but the girls are tens.

Yeah!

- Here's to you. - Why me?

The Zero Boys are always nice to newcomers.

Especially ones we can jump.

And now ladies and gentlemen, if you will excuse me.

I have to lay claim for my birthday present.

Little one, I will give you enough pleasure to last five years.

Five minutes would be enough. Hmm, just kidding.

Don't wait up for us guys. It's going to be a long night.

I hope this isn't on my credit card.

(CHIRPING)

SUE: I'm waiting for you, Rip.

Rip?

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

- I'm horny. (LAUGHS) - You asshole.

What's the matter with you? Why are you so uncomfortable?

Because we're trespassing.

How would you feel if you came home and found somebody in your bed?

- Lucky. - (STEVE CHUCKLES)

Well, it still doesn't feel good to me.

Don't worry, it's probably just a bunch of faggots living in the woods.

I wonder what they keep in that barn outside.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Larry, you're a tease.

No, I'm not.

- Prove it. - OK.

Just kidding.

- Let's play photography. - How?

Go into a darkroom and see what develops.

(LAUGHING) Larry, that joke is overexposed.

What's a nice girl like you doing with a guy like Casey?

What's an intelligent guy like you do in these silly games?

You don't know anything about the games.

- You don't know anything about Casey. - Sure I do.

He's Jewish. He's mean as a Doberman pincher.

We call him Rabbi Rambo.

You're all soon to be yuppies.

I'm the exception, I'll probably end up a yuffie.

A what?

Young urban fuck up.

Fits your Zero Boys image perfectly.

Believe it or not, that's sort of how we got our name.

There was a time when we really sucked.

We took a hell of a beating from the other teams.

What was your name then?

- Legion of doom. - What?

- Legion of doom. - That's real bad.

- There was one thing worse. - What?

Our performance. We came in last so many times.

They started calling us the Zero Boys.

After a year of that, our egos were so wiped out

we decided to do something. You know what all that hard training produced?

C's and D's in college.

True, but we also won the championship.

So we kept the name, for good luck.

You know you guys are more immature than I thought.

You're obviously using these games as a safety valve

for deep underlying aggression.

You trying to analyze me?

Maybe.

Well, then I'm glad we're sitting on a couch.

- LARRY: Ow! - TRISH: What?

LARRY: Your cast cut my toe.

- Ow! I think it's bleeding. - (MOANS)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

Trish, what's the matter, what's wrong?

- What? - (GASPING) There!

- Where? - Up there. Somebody's looking at us.

(PANTS HEAVILY)

What is this, another put on?

What do you mean by that?

Some creep was looking at us from up there.

- It was probably Rip. - I don't care who it was.

Well, forget it. I'll kick his ass when we're through.

- We are through. - Huh?

Hey, what? Give me a break, wait a minute!

You can't leave me in this condition. What am I supposed to do?

Swell.

(HOWLING WIND)

What's that?

I'm not sure.

- Looks like a bone to me. - It's a human bone.

Come on.

How good were you in anthropology?

- I haven't taken it yet. - Well, I have.

It's a section of vertebrae.

So what? Could be from anything.

Coyote, bobcat, bear...

Yeah, maybe.

(SPLASH)

STEVE: Boy, it's getting nasty out there.

- Who died? - Ever heard of coitus interruptus?

Shut up, Larry. Why do you always take it personally when I don't get off?

LARRY: I don't give a damn about that.

What pisses me off is that you screw like you go to the movies.

With your eyes open.

Oh, yeah. Well even when you piss you look like a male model.

Would somebody mind tell me what's going on?

Trish thinks she saw someone watching them

through a hole in the bedroom ceiling.

- Seriously? - Am I laughing?

This place is starting to get to everybody.

Why don't we go somewhere where there's lots of people and loud music?

- What do you say? - Let me get my stuff.

See? What did I say?

(CHATTER)

- Bye-bye, house. - Let's do lunch sometime.

SUE: Speaking of lunch, let's find some place to eat.

- Good idea. - All right!

(LIGHTNING STRIKES)

Close call.

- Shit! - What now?

Stop worrying! Steve's an expert with machines.

Rotten which females but terrific with engines.

TRISH: Oh, Steve, nice truck!

Turn it over, Jamie!

(IGNITION CLICKS)

Dammit, it should be working.

Steve!

What?

- Come here, quick! - Better be serious.

- What? - (HEAVY BREATHING)

I saw a man standing there.

- Steve, he had a knife. - Oh, yeah, the guy from "Triple A".

LARRY: I told you she's gonna be a pain in the ass.

(LIGHTNING STRIKE)

- SUE: Oh, no, it's raining. - TRISH: What's going on down there?

Hey, I'm getting wet.

RIP: Yeah Trish, that'd be nice for a change.

TRISH: Come on, let's get out of here.

STEVE: Dammit. All right, everybody into the cabin. Come on.

LARRY: Come on, Rip, help me get the box.

(HEAVY RAIN)

(DIAL TONE)

There's a phone in there. It's working.

Good, there's got to be a Rangers station in the area.

I'll let them know we're stuck up here.

(PHONE HOOK CLICKING)

(RECEIVER CLICKS)

- Thought you said it worked? - It did a minute ago.

Well, it's dead now.

(DIAL TONE)

Steve, it's working fine.

- Don't play games, Jamie. - I'm not. It works. See for yourself.

There is no tone. It's dead.

I don't understand.

It's the storm, dummy. Everything goes off and on. Forget it.

TRISH: So we're going to spend the night here?

LARRY: Yeah, the Hilton around the corner was booked solid.

RIP: What was all that shit about the phone?

STEVE: Comes and goes, it's the storm.

Yeah, then how come we still have lights?

ALL: Oh!

- SUE: What is going on? - RIP: Cool it, guys. Don't worry.

LARRY: Relax, we've got plenty of batteries.

- What is this? - Our gear for the games.

These aren't paint pistols. This stuff is real.

We use the real thing when we train in the desert.

They're semi-automatics. They're perfectly legal.

...when we bought them.

We did a little conversion on them.

You guys are insane.

You use that lame excuse to go around carrying real weapons?

- What's your problem Jamie? - My problem is...

I'm spending the weekend with a bunch of Nazi lunatics.

- Watch your mouth, lady. - Lay off, guys.

STEVE: Go check out the generator.

- How do you know there's a generator? - How do you think we have lights?

Go check out the back of the barn.

(LIGHTNING STRIKE)

All right, let's go Larry. Piece of cake.

- RIP: Come on. - LARRY: OK, follow me.

This must be it.

After you.

(DOOR CREAKS)

Ah!

- You asshole. - It wasn't me, it was Jason.

Come on!

LARRY: What the hell's wrong with it?

RIP: Obviously the PCV valve is totally depressurized.

The widget gasket is starting to perforate and... Beam us up Scotty!

Also, the switch is off.

- It can't be that simple. - Try it.

BOTH: Ah!

(GHASTLY BREATHING SOUND)

I wasn't seeing things. Somebody was standing there.

Damn right, and the motherfucker had a knife.

Let's get out of here.

Uh!

LARRY: Come on!

(SCREAMS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Ah!

LARRY: Oh, my God, I can't believe this. This isn't true.

Shut up, and don't you dare tell me it's just a family cemetery.

Come on.

(BOTH PANTING)

Oh, fuck. Out there, man. There's people. Lots of dead people.

- Not funny, Rip. - LARRY: He's telling the truth.

There's lots of them, Steve. Bones and skulls everywhere.

- TRISH: We've got to get out of here. - STEVE: We can't, we're stuck.

So pull yourselves together and calm down until we find a way out.

- (WOMAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE) - (GASPS)

Stay here.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

It's coming from the barn.

We're gonna take a look.

As soon as we're gone, secure all the doors. Stay away from the windows.

- I don't know how to use this. - Improvise.

No matter what happens, stay together.

Shit, it's heavy.

Larry's going in with me. You stay out here and keep your eyes open.

You've got it!

That's a real weapon. It's not a game anymore. Just be careful.

Yeah, I'll think twice before I blow their fucking brains out.

Now!

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(CREAKING)

Geez, what a creepy joint.

It's a two-way mirror.

Rip, come on in.

Where the hell did that scream come from?

(ANGUISHED SCREAM)

(WHIMPERING)

I don't get it.

Somebody's playing games with us.

You call this a game?

It's just a tape, we don't know that's real. It could be bullshit.

I think somebody's watching us.

Testing us.

- We saw a guy at the generator. - He had a knife.

What? Where did he go?

I don't know, he split when the lights came back on.

That doesn't make sense. Why would he run if he had a knife?

Maybe he didn't want to fuck with this.

I'll check the other room.

Know what this place looks like to me?

What?

Some kind of torture chamber.

What do you think that is?

Looks like blood to me.

Yep.

This isn't a game.

What if I'm right?

If you're right, we have a problem.

- So check it out. - You check it out!

I'm crippled, remember?

Screw that. A cast won't stop you from opening a trunk.

SUE: Well, go on wonder woman, open it.

- Go on, don't stop now. - Yeah, Trish. Do it.

I figure some insane killer's in there, just waiting to jump out.

Shut up, Jamie.

(ALL GASPS)

- (TRISH GAGS) - (LIGHTNING STRIKE)

(SLAMS SHUT)

(VOMITING)

I got to go upstairs and wash up.

- I'll come with you. - I'll be OK.

- Steve told us all to stay together. - Steve doesn't run my life.

(DOOR CREAKS)

- Trish, we're coming with you. - Lay off, Jamie. I'm not a kid.

(THUNDER CLAP)

(LIGHT SWITCH CLICKS)

Oh, great!

(TAP RUNNING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

STEVE: 'Come on, it's us, open up.'

- Where's Trish? - Up in the bathroom.

For the past five minutes.

- I told you to stay together. - She wouldn't listen to me.

- She got pretty sick down here. - Sick from what?

(LIGHTNING STRIKE)

That's the woman on the tape.

JAMIE: The same one I saw running through the woods today.

Trish, hurry up!

Trish!

Stay here with the girls.

LARRY: Trish are you in here?

STEVE: Jesus! Blood.

- Where is she? - Gone.

- That's impossible. - I don't know.

There must be a secret entrance, a trap door or something.

Don't worry, Larry, we'll find her.

(WOMAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)

STEVE: Jesus!

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

Blow the lock.

(GUNFIRE)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

- (BANG) - Damn!

Let's trash this place.

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(CAMERA LENS FOCUSING)

(EXPLOSION)

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

Another trap door.

If somebody's planning a fiesta we'd better have some fireworks.

(PHONE RINGS)

Hello, hello, listen to me.

MAN: 'You destroyed my best equipment,

'so I destroyed your little friend.'

- I want to talk to you, listen. - 'No! '

'You got the best seats in the house. The show is only starting.'

(LAUGHING)

LARRY: Steve!

- What? - Shh! Listen.

(CREAKING OVERHEAD)

(SCREAMS)

(GIRLS SCREAM)

- LARRY: No, Trish! - STEVE: Get a knife!

Come on, hurry up.

Hurry!

LARRY: Cut it!

(CRYING)

- Get her on the couch. - SUE: Be careful.

OK, easy, easy.

Christ, what did they do to you?

She's dead.

(TRISH SCREAMS SUDDENLY)

It's OK, it's me, Larry.

Please, please, you're OK. Listen, it's me. Baby, you're OK.

Quick, get me a glass of water.

LARRY: OK, shh.

It's OK.

(CRYING)

Drink this, drink this.

He said it's no fun to just kill me.

STEVE: You're OK aren't you?

My leg hurts. I'm shaking.

And I've got a deep cut on my thigh.

What did he look like?

Horrible. I can't...

I don't want...

He said to tell you...

...that we will all die.

Slowly.

Did you see anybody else?

What do you think, Larry?

I think they got us right where they want us.

The important thing is Trish is alive and we're all OK.

- We'll figure something out. - I've never been so scared in my life.

It was like a nightmare, you know.

Totally unreal, but you can't escape.

Give her some of your clothes to wear.

SUE: It must be almost midnight.

- You hungry? - Yeah, I'm starving.

Check the freezer, maybe there's some steaks or something.

I want you to keep this with you all the time.

- What is it? - A stun gun, 25,000 volts.

(ELECTRIC CRACKLING)

One touch will knock a man down for ten minutes. Enough time to save your life.

(SCREAMS)

What? What, what?

A woman's head in the freezer.

Come on.

The rain's stopped.

Steve!

Look!

STEVE: Holy shit.

- Let's make a run for it. - Wait a minute.

- Don't you think that's a little weird? - Come on, Steve. It was the storm.

- Maybe... there's another possibility. - What's that?

Could be bait. We bite and end up dead.

- That's a risk we'll have to take. - He's right, Steve.

We can't just sit here and wait for 'em.

- I don't know. - We gotta get the fuck out of here!

Now's our chance.

OK, get the girls ready. Pack it up.

STEVE: Come on, hurry up. Keep your eyes open.

Give it to 'em.

Now!

(DYNAMITE FUSE BURNING)

(EXPLOSION)

(ALL CHEER)

(EXPLOSION)

Woo!

I guess those fuckers got the mess...

(SCREAMS) Oh, my God, he's been hit.

Do something, damn it. Help him!

I can't. He's dead!

No! No, you're wrong.

- Sue... - No, don't touch me, damn it.

Don't you ever touch me, you bastard.

(SHOUTING) You and your fucking games!

You! You! I hate you!

(SOBBING) No.

STEVE: No heroics from now on. We've got to stick together.

They're out to kill us all.

Keep your head down, shoot anything that moves.

(CLICKS)

(CAR BRAKES SCREECH)

- (DETONATES) - (EXPLOSION)

It's a trap, everybody out.

It's OK.

- (CHIRPING) - (FOOTSTEPS)

- Come on, come on. - Go ahead, I'll catch up with you.

All right, but stay close.

(ANIMAL SOUND)

(ANIMAL SOUND CONTINUES)

(METAL CLATTERING)

(GASPS)

(SCREAMS)

(GRASS SLASHING SOUND)

STEVE: Jamie!

SUE: Jamie!

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

Let's go.

(OWL HOOTING)

From now on you stay right next to me. Goddammit Jamie, this is not a picnic!

These are hunters, maniacs.

- You stick with me, you hear? - OK.

- Come on, Trish. You can make it. - Watch your footing.

Steve, we're going to have to rest for a little bit.

Trish is having trouble keeping up.

All right, but just for a minute.

- Are you OK? - I think so.

There isn't anything we can do for Rip now!

But we're still alive, and the important thing is that we stay alive.

I know.

- I know, but... - Listen, trust me, we're going to make it.

I don't give a damn if I make it.

I'm OK, we can start again.

(SCREAMS)

Stay back!

Help me!

OK, we'll get you out.

- What the hell is this? - Don't move!

Those things look poisonous.

Punji sticks. God, she was lucky.

Take it easy, you'll be OK.

- We need a rope or something. - We don't have a fucking rope.

Maybe we do.

Get down and give me your foot, Larry, you go last.

- I don't get it. - Just do it!

(WHIMPERING)

Don't look down, just keep your eyes on me.

OK, easy.

More.

Come on, grab my hand.

Come on.

That's it. Come on. You can do it.

Come on, that's it.

(ARROW WHISTLES)

(SCREAMS)

- (ARROW WHISTLES) - (SCREAMS)

Shoot, goddammit, Trish!

- (ARROW WHISTLES) - (SCREAMS)

(GUNFIRE)

(SHOUTS)

(SCREAMS)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

Thank you. You saved our lives.

Listen, I know how you feel but we can't have Trish slowing us down.

- But I... - You've got to stay with the girls.

- OK, right. - Take 'em in there.

In there? Come on!

You've got a gun. Check it out.

I'll go for help. Hopefully he'll come after me.

I'll blow that fucker away.

- Be careful, man. - Hey! Where do you think you're going?

- Where do you think you're going? - I'm coming with you.

Well, I guess I'm responsible for you.

What do you think?

I don't like it.

- No, I don't like it. - We'll be like sitting ducks in here.

We can check under the house. It might be safer.

There's a back door right there. Come on.

It looks safe. Come on.

You two try and get some sleep. I'll keep watch.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

- Sorry about dragging you into this. - Wasn't your fault, I wanted to come.

Why?

It was a challenge, being with the champions.

Well, when this is all over I promise I'll make it up to you.

When this is all over you won't have to make it up to me. I'm a big girl.

(SCREAMS)

Do something!

Quiet, be quiet!

Where are you?

Come here, give me your hand.

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

You OK?

We've got to move. He could be near.

Come on.

(CHIRPING)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SNAKE RATTLING)

Shh!

(WHISPERING) Quiet, he's out there, I think.

What are you going to do?

Blow his head off.

(THUD)

(COCKS GUN)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(WHIMPERING)

(SNAKE RATTLING)

(SINISTER LAUGHTER)

♪ My little buddy, you scared me

♪ I thought you were somebody else

♪ I'd have chopped their heads off ♪

(GASPS)

(LOUD RATTLING)

(FROGS CROAKING)

Looks like we're headed in the right direction.

The main road must be right over there.

(ARROW WHISTLES)

- (JAMIE SCREAMS) - (STEVE GROANS)

Ah!

(ELECTRIC CRACKLING)

(SCREAMS)

(WHIMPERING)

(PANTING)

(SPLASHING)

(SCREAMS)

(RAPID GUNFIRE)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)