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There's an isolation
to the woods, isn't there?

A sense of unease
in a dark wilderness.

Because things disappear there.

Things die there.

But she wasn't afraid.
Not at first.

Even though she was alone,

she knew
she could survive the night.

But as she got deeper into
the forest, she smelled it.

The rot. The smell of death.

She finally
found them in the clearing.

By now, the long, hot summer

had caused the bodies
to putrefy.

The flies and maggots
were crawl...

No fucking way.

Oh!

I can't make you straight.

I don't wanna make you straight.

Gay people are A-OK with me.

If you're happy the way you are,
then more power to you.

And I know what you're thinking.

You hear the words
"gay conversion camp,"

and you start to imagine all
kinds of homophobic bullshit.

Well, that is not
what we're about here.

And let me tell you
another thing.

God...
God doesn't hate you either.

And any son of a bitch
that tells you otherwise

is a bigoted asshole.

And that is officially
the last time

that you're gonna hear
about the man upstairs.

I promise you.

But I'm guessing
that some of you are here

because in some way
you're not happy.

Maybe you don't fit in.

People make fun of you.

Maybe you wanna find
some new kind of peace,

a new way of thinking
about yourself.

Well, you give us this week,
and we might be able to help.

And if not, just enjoy
the sunshine,

and work on your tan.

OK. Let me introduce you
to my colleagues.

They do all the real work.
I just cash the checks.

This is Dr. Cora Whistler.
She is our licensed therapist,

and as you might have guessed
from the name, my wife.

She who must be obeyed.

Next to her is Nurse Molly

who takes care of any
little mishaps that may occur.

Molly's new here,
so take it easy on her.

And that's Zane,
our athletics director

and a former student here.

So, he knows all the ropes.

And, boys, he's taken,
so hands off.

And that beautiful woman
right there

is Sarah, Zane's fiancé.

She's our activities director,

and she is going
to keep you busy.

Believe you me.

And over here we have Balthazar.

That's our handyman,
all-around Mr. Fix it.

Say hello, Balthazar!

And that, finally, is old Duke.

Duke is one old hound dog.
So please treat him kindly.

OK. I'm gonna need you
to hand over

all your cell phones
and computers.

As well as any medicines,
narcotics, or cigarettes

that you may have.

Cell phones don't work
out here anyway,

and I'm glad to say
that we don't have any Wi-Fi.

So we are off the grid which
will be a nice change, I'm sure.

Molly, if you would. Thank you.

OK. Let me tell you
how the next week is gonna work.

We have a number of planned
activities and therapy sessions

that we would like you
to be part of.

But other than that,
you're on your own.

We do have
one hard-and-fast rule here.

And it's about respect.

We deal
with some sensitive issues,

and we expect you to treat
your fellow students with care.

And allow them their dignity.

This is a safe space.

For everyone.

And this is
the most important thing

that I want to say to you.

I know that many of you are here

only because your parents
made you.

And while their intentions
may be honorable,

only you can know
what's best for you.

Because the idea of this place

is not to come out
more straight or less gay.

Of course we hope
that through your time here

you will discover
a gender normative lifestyle

that is authentic for you but...

you must find your own truth.

Let us help you do that.

Please.

OK. So, uh, why don't you
head to your cabins?

Settle in. Unpack.

We'll meet in the lodge in say,
uh, a half hour and get started.

Boys' cabin over there.
Girls' cabin over there.

Yes.

-So this is a thing.
-OK.

I'm trans and nonbinary.
I use they/them pronouns.

As in, they can't believe
they're at this fucking camp.

I'm assuming you don't have
an all-gender cabin.

No. Not currently.
Obviously we need one.

Maybe so.

This place
is all about inclusion.

About being with other kids

and finding
a sense of community.

So it's important
that nobody be isolated.

I acknowledge
and respect your transition.

So head over to the boys' cabin,

and if you don't feel
comfortable there,

we can talk about other options.

How's that?

Sounds great.

Great. Thanks.

And thanks for understanding.

- They?
-Yes, ma'am.

I want to start with a simple
question. Why are you here?

Toby?

I'm here because

I don't want to be
a big flaming fruit anymore.

I wanna play hockey
and drink non-light beer

like all the normal guys.

I made a deal with my parents.
If I spent the week here,

I could go to New York
and see Moulin Rouge!.

You look more like
a Sondheim man.

-Queen!
-Well, you're looking at a guy

that saw the original production
of Merrilytwice.

-Bitch!

Veronica. What about you?
Why are you here?

Um...

-No.
Please.

There's no judgments in
this room, OK? Why are you here?

Cause I'm bisexual.
So, I'm a freak and I hate it.

All right? Are you happy?

I'm a swimmer.

I know I can get a scholarship,
but not like this.

Not like I am.

I mean, in the locker room
I don't know where to look.

I get so tense
I have to, like, throw up.

No one knows in school.

I'd die if they found out.

It's like I'm pretending
to be this thing and...

I don't wanna pretend anymore.

My parents made me come.

I just wanna fit in.

It was come here or you're out
on the street, honey.

When I go to college, I'm gonna
pledge my dad's fraternity,

which I kind of have to,
or he's gonna, like, disown me.

I mean, house seats.

I'm not that complicated,
honestly.

I just wanna be
like everybody else.

Fifth row, center.

I wanna give my parents
grandkids.

Like my sister did.

I'm only here to shut
my parents up

and get some fucking peace.

I have zero interest in not
being gay. I love me some lady.

I hear it all the time. "Fag."

"There goes the fag."
"Blow me, fag."

And the laughter.

I don't wanna waste my soul
fighting this thing.

I just wanna make it go away.

Sometimes I wish
I was invisible.

I wanna be entertained.

I wanna live my life.

I wanna fit in.

I wanna be loved.

Jordan, you're awfully quiet.

Uh, I don't have
anything to add.

Is he gonna get away with that?

-They.
-Whatever the fuck.

We all talked.

Jordan, this is
a circle of trust.

We all shared.
Why are you here?

I come from a religious family.

They don't understand me.

We made a deal.
If I come here for a week...

they'll let me legally
emancipate myself.

Emancipate yourself to do what?

Be myself.

All right. I wanna thank you all

for your trust
and for your honesty.

I've been through therapy, so I
know how difficult this can be.

Being at peace with yourself,
with your true self,

that's the hardest thing to do,
isn't it?

OK. That's it for today.

So, dinner is in an hour,

and we'll start up again
in the morning.

Enjoy the night.

Wrong team, fuckwad.

Gentlemen,
you have a new roommate.

All I ask from you people
is honesty.

Honesty
in how you treat each other.

And honesty in
how you present yourselves.

Lying is not going
to get us anywhere.

I wasn't lying.
This is who I am.

Jordan treated me with respect

by being truthful
about their transition.

You did not. Simple as that.

OK, everyone out front.
Ten minutes for roll call.

And, please,
dress appropriately.

The fuck is this?

What does it fucking look like,
boyfriend?

Freak show
is what it looks like.

How am I supposed
to dress appropriately?

I'm a woman. I don't have
any goddamn boy clothes.

Hey. Hey.

Don't worry about it. OK?
We'll get you some clothes.

-Can anybody spare some clothes?
-Not my vintage stuff, but sure.

I'm not sure
that entirely suits you, Jordan.

Not my color?

OK. I'd like you all
to say hello to Alexander,

who is obviously dealing
with some complicated issues.

We welcome him gladly
and with love.

OK, let's have some fun.

-Go!
-Pull!

Pull it. Pull it. Come on.

Can I help you?

I need my pills.
The ones you took.

-I'm sorry, I can't.
-No, honey, I need them.

Sit down. Please.

I don't make the rules here.
If you wanna talk to Owen...

I need them.

It's the, uh, the Zoloft.

This is a pretty powerful
antidepressant.

I don't think I can give it
to you without checking with...

Without checking
with one of those fuckers

who runs the place?

Come on.

As misguided as they may be
about some things,

I can't just ignore protocol.

It's not Zoloft, all right?

-Estradiol.
-It's an estrogen hormone.

-I made a deal with my parents.
-I know.

You come here,
or they throw you out.

It's... It's not that.

At all.

When I turned 18,

I thought there was nothing
they could do to stop me.

But I was wrong.

I have a younger brother,
and he means the world to me.

And I mean the world to him.

And they said that if I did not
come to this place,

that they would never let me
see him again.

Anyway, I need my pills.

Our secret.

This camp, do you even believe
in any of this?

I believe in healing.
That's all.

Maybe you should believe
in dignity.

??

Up and at 'em, gents!

Get dressed!

It's time to play.

OK, let's hold up here.

Everyone, please remove your
blindfolds and gather round.

Come on. Step up.

Let me tell you something
that I've learned.

Self-reliance is a cornerstone

of self-confidence
and self-love.

But trust in your community
is vital.

You're not alone.

There is always help if you
are brave enough to ask for it.

Look at your partners.
Go on. Look.

Trust them. Accept them.

Love them.

OK. Each pair head off
in a different direction,

walk around for ten minutes
and stop.

And we will see you
in the morning.

What?

Do you have a problem with that?

No, sir.

I'm sure the Geneva Convention
has some protocol about this.

Well, the next time I'm in
Switzerland, I'll ask them.

Now, start walking.

Go on. Move.

Go!

-This should be cozy.
-Fuck me.

I don't know
that I'm ready for all this.

Yeah, you don't really give off
camper vibes.

No. I mean...

Well, Alexander...
Alexandra, whatever,

I don't really know
any trans people.

He really surprised me.

-It's "she", actually.
-I can't even get that right.

I just don't think
like you guys do.

I live
in this super-straight suburb.

Everyone's the same.

Except me.

-I know what you mean.
-Do you?

Look at you.
You're so chill.

Try that haircut in my school.
No one would talk to you.

-I'd talk to me.
-I'd be scared to talk to you.

You're not scared now.

Just a little.

Alexandra.

This doesn't feel right.
This whole place.

It's a gay conversion camp.
Nothing about it's right.

I know, but I would
understand it a whole lot more

if there was a lot more Bible-
thumping and queer-bashing.

But there's not.

-That's what scares me.

Who is that?

"A woman shall not wear
a man's garment,

nor shall a man go out
in a woman's cloak,

for whoever does these things
is an abomination

to the Lord your God."

Too late. I'm pregnant.

You OK?

Come in, please.

It can't have been easy
choosing to live this way.

-It wasn't a choice.
-I understand.

Believe me, I've been there.
I was a navy brat.

I moved every few years.
Base to base.

It was all navy, all the time.

All my brothers
went into the navy.

I was the only one who didn't.

I was just so...

different.

After a while,
I stopped trying to fit in.

I was never gonna get my
parents' love like my brothers.

I suppose if I'd been
of your generation...

I might have chosen
to become a boy too.

So they wouldn't be
so disappointed in me.

Do you think your parents
are disappointed in you?

Sometimes.

That must make you sad.
Or angry.

-Both.
Sure. I know.

'Cause no matter what you do,
you'll never be good enough.

Or straight enough.

Or man enough.

Or woman enough.
It's like you're nothing...

to them.

You're not even a freak.
You're nothing.

So what do you do?

You try
to make yourself special.

So they'll see you.

So they'll notice you.

So they'll love you.

You become...

they.

Honey, that's not gonna work.

This thing you invented,
it's a fake.

They're never gonna love you.
No one is.

Not unless you drop this
nonsense and admit what you are.

A scared, lonely,
ugly little dyke.

Our time's up for today, Jordan.

Have a good night.

This one yesterday.
And this one.

Look how cute he is. Yeah.

-This one.
It's so sweet.

It is, right?

You OK?

Hm-hmm.

Lady Macbitch
give you a hard time?

Hm-hmm.

You sure you're all right?

Do you ever wonder...

you know...

how we are?

How we present ourselves?

How true that all is?

All these masks?

We need the masks
to protect ourselves.

But, I mean, are we...
are we choosing all this?

Do you think we are?

No.

Sometimes.

All my life...

...I've been different.

Not this, not that.
Just this other thing.

Me.

You're still you.

I've been fighting to be me
for so long.

I'm tired of fighting.

I just wanna be.

Listen...

I understand, but...

what choice do we have?

This is us.

I wish you could be kinder
to yourself, Jordan.

You're so mean
when you talk about yourself.

Change the voices in your head.

Make them like you instead.

* So complicated,
look how we all make it

* Filled with so much hatred,
such a tired game

* It's enough,
I've done all I can think of

* Chased down all my demons,
I've seen you do the same

* Oh, pretty, pretty please

* Don't you ever, ever feel

* Like you're less
than fuckin' perfect

* Pretty, pretty please,
if you ever, ever feel

* Like you're nothing,
you're fuckin' perfect to me

* The whole world's scared
so I swallow my fear

* The only thing I should be
drinking is an ice-cold beer

* So cool in line
and we try, try, try

* But we try too hard
and it's a waste of my time

* Done looking for the critics
'cause they're everywhere

* They don't like my jeans,
they don't get my hair

* Exchange ourselves,
and we do it all the time

Why do we do that?

Why do I do that?

Why do I do that?

* Oh...

* Oh, baby, baby, baby

* Pretty, pretty please,
don't you ever, ever feel

* Like you're less
than fuckin' perfect

* Pretty, pretty please,
if you ever, ever feel

* Like you're nothing

* You're fuckin' perfect to me

* Yeah

* You're perfect

* You're perfect

* Pretty, pretty please,
if you ever, ever feel

* Like you're nothing

- To me

Jordan.

-What are you doing here?
-Did you know?

Look how long
they've been doing this.

Oh, my God.

No, I didn't know.

Not really.

Maybe I didn't want to.

Alexandra said
you helped her with her pills.

-Now you have to help all of us.
-Do what?

-Protect us.
-From what?

From this!

I'll do what I can.

But, Jordan...

Be careful.

This could get a lot worse,
and... he doesn't like you.

Well, he has no idea
who he's hunting this time.

Good morning,
ladies and gentlemen.

Today we're gonna shake it up
a little bit.

Boys, you come with me and Zane.
Girls, you go with Sarah.

Enjoy this beautiful morning.

It's a great day to be alive,
isn't it?

Come on, Duke.
Come on. Let's go, boy.

-Let's get out of here.
-See ya.

Come on, ladies. This way.

-He's sick.
-What?

When our dog got sick,
he walked like that.

So sad.
I hate to see animals in pain.

I have a new dog now.
He's a dachshund.

-Miniature, of course.
-Of course.

Now, don't laugh.
I know, I know.

I look like homemaker Barbie.

Barbie was never that hot.

Today we're gonna be exploring
traditional gender roles.

By behaving in a certain way,

by learning to recognize

and accept modes
of societal behaviors,

perhaps we'll come to appreciate
the emotional value

in reinforcing these behaviors.

Even finding comfort and a sense
of community within them.

So, ladies.

Let's make a pie.

OK. Listen up.

Two things control this world.

Biology and history.

I know this is not
a popular thing to say nowadays,

but men have naturally evolved

to be larger and stronger
than women.

There's a reason for that.

Our forefathers were hunters.

They had to chase down game
and subdue it.

They hunted or they starved.

It's in our DNA, gentlemen.

We're meant to be killers.

This is
our biological imperative.

And no amount of civilization,
no amount of progress,

no amount of liberal humanism
can alter that genetic truth.

You can't argue with science.

And science tells us that

we are meant to pass
that necessary DNA

down through the bloodline,
through women,

through impregnating women
and having children.

That is science.
And that is history.

So...

Who's got the killer instinct?

-Oh, amazing. Good job.
-Thank you.

Oh, that's beautiful, Kim.
Really exceptional work.

-Good for you, honey.
-I bake with my mom.

That's great.
You know, I did that too.

Oh, you've got a bit of flour
on your chin.

There. That's better.

What is that lipstick?
It is so pretty.

-Um, uh, it's, like, coral.
-Oh.

From the mall.

Will you let me borrow it
sometime?

Hey.

What do we do with all
these pies when they're done?

Why, we serve them to the boys,
of course.

Serve them as in wait on them?

Oh, a little domesticity
won't kill you, dear.

Molly!

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry.
I was just... just wandering.

Well, this place
isn't up to code. It's not safe.

OK. Sorry.

You are with the program, right?

Yes, of course.

I knew you were family.

Come along then, dear.

Alexandra. Girl vs wild.

-You've done this before.
-Oh, yeah.

Once or twice.
Between drag shows, you know.

How about we make it
more challenging?

How about a little contest,
you and me?

-You bet.
-Hold your fire!

Move those two back ten feet.
Give us clean targets.

I'm guessing you're
pretty good with firearms.

Oh, yeah. Well, me and my dad
used to hunt a lot.

I wonder what that's like.
Being hunted.

Knowing no matter what you do,
you're gonna die.

'Cause your opponent's
bigger, stronger,

and smarter than you are.

Oh, and better looking.

-Best out of four?
-Sure.

Well, come on, baby boy.
Show me what you got.

No, no, please. Ladies first.

Girlfriend, you better!

I'll be damned!
It's hit! It's hit!

-Good shot!

Come on!

Junior marksman
three years running.

Or marksperson, I should say.

Well done, Jordan.

You are constantly
surprising me.

Get over it, Zane.
He beat you fair and square.

They.

That's right. My mistake.

OK. Gather round.

Now, shooting paper targets
is one thing,

but it's not the biological
imperative, is it?

Shooting flesh,
ripping flesh, eating flesh,

that's our genetic programming,
gentlemen.

So, who is gonna live up
to our great ancestors?

Where's my killer?

I'm not really sure
you did your best.

I'm sure. I didn't.

OK, ladies. Nice work today.

And now, you actually have

a bit of unscheduled free time
before dinner.

Enjoy yourselves.

Kim, can you stay for a minute?

Go ahead, Veronica.

I think we owe ourselves
a taste, don't we?

Just one little slice.

We'll share to save on calories.

Oh. It is just so lovely.
I hate to cut it.

You're lovely too.
Just like your pie.

Perfectly formed. Nice and warm.

Curvy outside.

Juicy inside, I'll bet.

Taste?

Go on.

I'm... not really hungry.

I am.

Mmm.

It's just like I dreamed about.

I dream a lot.

What do you dream about, Kim?

Oh, what's the matter, dear?

Where's my killer?

Who's a man here?

Who's gonna step up
and be worthy of his sex?

Who's got some fucking balls?

Toby? Step forward.

-Shit.
-Oh, come on, Mr. Sondheim.

Nothing to be scared of.
You trust me, don't you?

You see old Duke over there?

Shoot him.

Look.

He's got cancer.

He's in a lot of pain.
Put him out of his misery.

-No way.
-You're doing him a favor.

Look at him.

He can barely walk anymore.

No.

OK. This is how this is
gonna go down, boyfriend.

You're gonna shoot old Duke,

or Zane is gonna take
that sledgehammer,

and he's gonna break
one of his legs.

Then he's gonna break
the other leg.

He's gonna torture
that poor old dog,

and you're gonna watch.

And old Duke is gonna bleed out
all over the fucking place

and howl like the devil

because he doesn't know
what the fuck's going on

and he can't move because
both of his legs are broken.

Are you gonna let that happen?

Are you gonna let him
suffer like that?

Raise your riffle! Raise it!

-Don't miss, though.

Don't make him suffer.

One shot.

Head or heart.
Head or heart. Head or heart.

Pull the trigger,
you fucking queen!

Be a man for the first time
in your fucking life!

-Do it! Be a fucking man!

There's my killer.

Ooh, I'm gonna tell.

You were supposed
to turn in all your narcotics.

That bitch...

had her hands all over me
two seconds after you left.

While she was
complimenting my pie.

Oh, fuck.

-You OK?
-Yeah.

Kim, we've gotta do something.

-Like what?
-We have to tell someone.

Like they don't already know.

She's nothing but a fake.

Just like I am.

I am trying so hard
to be straight.

I want this to work so bad.

-But it isn't.
-Kim... Kim, it's all right.

Look at me.

Look at me.

A strong, smart girl like you

shouldn't be trying to make
other people happy with some...

pretend life.

You're more
than what people want you to be.

So you're gay. Big fucking deal.

Kim, I don't wanna be cured.

Thing is,

I'm writing a piece
for my college paper

about how fucked up
gay conversion is.

I'm so sorry I lied to you.

I keep expecting Jason Voorhees
to come out of these woods.

Who?

Toby, you're not listening.

I hear you, but...

What are we supposed to do?
We're fucking trapped.

No! I'm not gonna
sit here another hour.

I'm gonna walk my ass into town
and get the fuck out.

It's a long way
through the forest,

and it's almost night.

She's right, Toby.

We have to get out of here.
This is only gonna get worse.

We're gonna take their bus
tomorrow morning, early,

before everyone else is awake.

What about Stu and Gabriel?

Stu? You wanna bring
frat boy Stu?

Honey, he's practically
my fiancé by now.

OK. We'll wake the boys up
just before we go.

Same with the girls.

They wanna come, they can.
Their choice.

But for tonight,
don't do anything

that'll get you noticed.

Just keep your head down and...

and no matter what happens,
before dawn, we go.

-Is it cold?
No, it's good.

You wanna be alone?

No.

-You look like a girl.
-No, I don't.

Wait.

Not here.

So...

Fuck.

I know I should feel guilty,
but...

Do you?

Fuck, no.
I'll feel guilty tomorrow.

Maybe.

What about you? Do you feel bad?

-Not at all.
-But...

you don't wanna be gay, do you?

I wanna be exactly what I am.

In this life of ours,
you have to know what you are.

There's so many labels now.

Gay, bi, queer, trans.

But there's only two
that really matter.

Predator and prey.

I know what I am.

What are you?

Time to find out.

I'm very disappointed in you,
Stuart.

I had such high hopes.

Thought he was gonna be
the one.

No, I knew.

What is this?

Gabriel
is our little forbidden fruit,

if you'll pardon the expression.

Someone always wants
to take a bite.

-You did this on purpose?
-So did you, honey.

No, you know what? Fuck this.

Seriously?

With some students, a more
advanced therapy is needed.

Zane went through it
and look at him.

Straight as the day is long.

No, he's a fucking sadist
and so are you.

Oh, not at all. Come on.
I wanna show you something.

Come on, come on.

Do you know
what aversion therapy is?

Have a seat. Come on.
Sit down. It's OK, it's OK.

Relax, relax, relax.

Aversion therapy
is a kind of medical procedure

that teaches people
to not like the things

that they think they like,

things that they know
are bad for them,

like smoking,
or overeating, or...

fucking boys.

Jesus Christ!

-Shh. Quiet, quiet. Easy, easy.

-Let me go!
-Won't do any good, bro.

Trust me. I've been there.

Now, it's true
that this procedure

requires a little discomfort.

But, in the end,
you will be the frat boy

that your father
expects you to be,

and you will be the man
that you want to be.

That's what you wanted, right?
To be normal?

Hey, look at the bright side,
Stuart.

In my grandfather's day,
you'd be on a lobotomy table.

That's how we used to treat
people with your condition.

I don't have a condition.
I'm just fucking gay.

Well, we'll soon see about that.

Big picture, Stuart.

Look at the big picture.

You have a chance right now...

to change your entire life.

No more feeling like a freak.
No more shame. No more guilt.

Just happiness.
Just being like everybody else.

Isn't that what you wanted?
Isn't that why you're here?

Trust me. It's easy. Stuart.

Stuart. Are you listening to me?

All you have to do
is look at the screen,

and we take care
of everything else.

And please, just remember...

this is for your own good.

You need to look
at the picture, son.

Come on. Come on, Stu. It's OK.

Good boy, good boy. Come on.
Take a look. Take a look.

-What the hell is this?
-We got a situation.

Jesus, what happened to him?

He'll be fine.
He just needs to rest.

Looks like he needs
to be in a hospital.

Take it easy.

Jesus. This is bullshit!
This whole place is crazy!

Close your mouth, woman!
You are an employee here!

And you will do what I tell you,
or you will get the fuck out!

Don't you dare threaten me.

And you don't need to fire me.
I quit.

I am taking this boy
to the hospital

and then going
straight to the police.

-Easy, honey.
-I am not your fucking honey.

And if you think the police
are gonna let you torture kids,

you are sadly mistaken.

Do you think folks around here
give a hoot

about a bunch of pervert kids?

I am a man of respect here!

I'm on the goddamn
chamber of commerce.

Now,
you get this kid stabilized.

And tomorrow, you're gone.

-Hey, Cora.
-Hey. How did it go?

-Like always.
-Oh. Did he resist you at all?

Hell, no. He was super horny.

He got a little hurt
in the chair, but he'll be fine.

-Just one.
-Come on.

Gabriel!

-Please.
-You are such a bad boy.

Just don't let Owen see or I'll
never hear the end of it.

Your laugh.
Look at that. Oh, God.

What is that?
Why?

I wanna get a closer look.

Mmm.

Hm-mmm.

Yeah.

No, no, no!

No! Please!

Mmm.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Shh! Be quiet.

We're gonna get in trouble.

No, we're not.

I'm telling you,
we're gonna get in trouble.

He said
we can get food any time.

Oh. Do you think
they have liquor?

Oh, what I wouldn't give
for a dirty martini.

You are such a rich kid.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

All right. Listen to me.
I need you to stay together.

-Go back to your cabins.
-Fuck that.

We need to get out of here.

Don't you have a satphone?

It's gone.
The satphone is gone.

-Give us the guns.
-You have the rifles.

I'm not giving firearms
to children.

And you need to be quiet!

-And do what I tell you to do.
-No. No more.

You're not telling us
what to do anymore.

Stop it! All of you.

Owen, get the bus.

I need to stay with Stu,
but we can get the others out.

-Where is he?
-He's in the infirmary.

He was hurt.

Toby, wait!

Two rifles.
One for me, one for you.

Everyone, go get
some warm clothes on

and meet back here.

Fast as you can. Stay together.

Go!

Don't turn your back on them.

You think one of the kids
did this?

All the counselors are dead.
Open your fucking eyes.

They're not the angels
you think they are.

I am not waiting
around for that psychopath

to show up with the bus.

No, ma'am. I'm getting out
of here. I will fucking walk.

-You really gonna walk?
-Hell, yes.

Can you take them with you?

It's gonna be safer
if you're together.

We need to get them out of here.

I'm gonna stay here
with Toby and Stu.

Alexandra, are you up for this?

They're scared,
and it's a long way to town.

Honey, please.
I'm a Black transgender woman.

-I could do it in heels.
-My password is 0131.

As soon as you get
in cell range, call the police.

All right, kids, time to go.

Come on. Right now.
Step up your pussies.

Stay close to Mamma.

Come on.
All right, stay close to me.

You guys go to the infirmary.
Stay there. Don't leave.

I'm gonna get
that damn generator working,

and I don't trust Owen and Cora.

You go ahead.
I'm gonna go get the rifles.

-No!
-This isn't over.

You know that, right?

You go on ahead.
I'll be right behind you.

Do either of you
know how to shoot?

Yes.

Of course you do.

Cora!
Where are the goddamn rifles?

Cora!

You don't remember me, do you?

So many kids
have been through here,

how can you be expected
to remember them all?

-Molly, I...
-Oh, no. I'm not Molly.

Molly's dead in her car
on the way here,

so I could take her place.

My name's Angie.

Angie Phelps.
Do you remember her?

Stay down!

No? Angie Phelps. Nothing?

She was only 14...
when you first met her.

She was a good girl... then.

Before all this,
before you put her in that chair

and burned
all the good out of her.

-You must understand...
-No, I mustn't.

No more words,
Owen. No more speeches!

When Angie left here,
it was the suicide attempts,

and the loneliness,
and the self-hatred,

and pills, and the doctors, and,
oh, the anger, so much anger.

I woke up one morning
and realized...

my soul was just hollow.

But you know all about that.

That's what you do to people.

To children.

You hollow them out.

And when all of this comes out,

in the news, on TV,

all of the bodies,
all the horror of it,

no one will ever send their kids
to a place like this again.

And you, and everyone like you,

will be burning in hell
right next to me.

Stop.

Get off her.

Easy now, buddy.

You know what to do, Jordan.

Do it!

Shooting a sick, old dog
is one thing, Jordan.

But shooting a man...

No, sir. I mean, that takes
a certain kind of heart.

You don't know me.

You don't know
anything about me.

Oh, I know everything about you.
I know you're scared.

I know you want this to end.

But not like this, son.
Not like this.

Jordan, you saw the pictures.

All those kids.
All that torture.

You know what he does here.

End this now! You're strong
enough to do this, Jordan.

No.

I'm strong enough

to not do this.

All I did was make those kids
into who they wanted to be.

You made me too.
And this is my truth.

Respect. Renew.

Rejoice. Revenge!

It gets easier. You'll see.

There are so many
camps like this.

We can cleanse them all.

OK.

So, what are we gonna tell them?
We can say he... did it.

-He killed them and we...
-Enough.

No more lies.

Where does it end?

When every camp
like this is closed.

When we've killed them all.

We could do that, Jordan.
You and me.

You can try to stop me,

but I'm going to go
to my friends now.

We're gonna leave this place
and never look back.

And no one is ever going to
tell us who we are ever again.

Not him. Not you.

No one.

I'm trying to save you.

No one needs to save me.

-Can I go?
-Are you family?

Yeah. He is.

So,

back to the real world now,
I guess.

What are you gonna tell
your parents?

We'll tell them together.

What about you?

Get emancipated.

Live my life.

You live your best life.

Always.