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(WIND BLOWING)

ANA: When I was a child, my mother told me that

humans are capable of the best and the worst.

She was wrong.

Some are only capable of the worst.

The natives have a legend about those people:

a legend as old as the mountains of this region.

They say that in time of famine,

an evil spirit comes out of the woods to possess

those who had cannibalised the flesh of their peers.

It appears first in the dreams,

but it's already too late for them.

They're damned, condemned to become like it:

a wandering soul seeking human flesh.

Always insatiable. Never satisfied.

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE STARTS)

NEWSREADER: (ON RADIO) (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

Our top story this hour is still the weather outside

being not just frightful, but downright deadly.

50 below zero range, temperatures below minus 20,

and whether you're being naughty or nice,

frostbite and hypothermia are all on the list.

With no relief sight until Friday,

even Santa Claus may not be coming to town.

More on this at 10:41.

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♪ A few more days to Christmas ♪

♪ My favorite time of year ♪

♪ If we're lucky, we'll see Santa ♪

♪ Rudolph and his eight reindeer ♪

♪ The snow keeps on falling ♪

♪ Sledding down the hill ♪

♪ Frost keeps frozen on the log ♪

♪ Counting down the days until ♪

♪ We gather round, decorate the tree ♪

♪ Singing holiday songs ♪

♪ Spices fill the air ♪

♪ Smell the cookies everywhere ♪

♪ A few more days to Christmas ♪

♪ The very best time of year ♪

♪ Firelight is glowing on everything we hold dear ♪

♪ Just a few more days till Christmas ♪

♪ A few more days till Christmas is here ♪

(♪♪♪)

(WIND BLOWING)

ANA: More coffee, John?

-JOHN: Ah, you bet. -No good today?

Yeah. Looks like he bit off more than he can chew.

I'm actually watching my weight right now.

-I'm on a diet. -Really?

It's cold out there. You gotta build up your energy.

If you wanna drive that snowplough one day

like your old man, you'd better eat up.

I don't wanna drive a snowplough. It's boring.

What do you wanna be when you grow up?

Something around video games, I guess.

-Hmm. -(SCOFFS)

Video games. Kids.

I'll get a doggy bag.

What's so wrong with video games?

You can't raise a family on video games.

-Billy. Billy! -(SIZZLING)

Wrap this to go, will ya?

-It's already done. -You can leave after that.

(TEXT MESSAGE PING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

JOHN: Pleasure as ever. See you after the storm.

RAY: Yeah. Thanks Ana.

Be careful. It's slippery out there!

RAY: See you after the storm.

What can I get you?

I could kill for a hot cup of coffee.

I can fix that.

And a rare steak and some potatoes would be perfect.

Sorry, the cook just left because of the incoming storm.

I can get you a piece of our world famous cherry pie.

World famous, huh?

Well, some people's worlds

are a lot smaller than others, right?

Look, if I can have a hot coffee to go

and a slice of that pie, I'll be on my way.

(TRUCK ENGINE STARTS)

Here you go.

-Thank you. -And careful, the coffee's hot.

The sugar's right there if you need any.

Thanks.

(SIGHS)

Oh shit.

Ana!

You fucking bitch.

Can't you read? It's closed.

Why are you dodging my calls?

Because I have nothing to say to you

and you have nothing to say to me I want to hear.

Now get the hell out of here before I call the cops.

Hey. I wanna see my daughter.

Our daughter! And she doesn't want see you. She hates you.

Yeah.

Yeah, because of all the bullshit

-you keep feeding her about me. -No!

No, because of this! This is who she sees now!

A drunk fuck!

Listen, you and that asshole judge can't stop me

from seeing her, you hear me? Do you hear me?

You do one stupid thing

and your ass is going straight back to jail.

Now get the hell out of here!

I'm not done talking to you. I am not done talking!

DAVID: Though I wish you were.

(SCOFFS)

I'm sorry, what did you say?

Say it again.

Well, come on pal. Say it again.

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(MUNCHING)

(SPITS)

Eat it.

-Vince, please... -Shut up!

Eat it.

I get it. You're angry.

I heard that a judge won't let you see your daughter anymore,

probably because of the excessive alcohol,

substance abuse,

which also explains how easily you just grabbed Ana there.

You guys knew each other. You're fucking her.

I'm just a customer, pal. She has a nametag.

Listen though, Vincent, right?

The way I see it, you have two options.

Option one:

you'll notice there aren't any surveillance cameras

in this place, but there's Ana and there's me.

And if you touch either of us

with any semblance of aggression again,

we'll have each other to say that it was you.

And then you're looking at never seeing your daughter again.

Option two: much better option, you'll see.

You leave here right now.

You realise you have the opportunity

to wake up in the morning sober

and start being the father your daughter deserves.

And with time and a little or lot of rehab,

you can go back to that asshole judge

and convince him you deserve to see your daughter.

That's all you have, two choices.

So, the real question:

how much do you love your daughter, Vincent?

(♪♪♪)

You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight.

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

I'll be seeing you again.

Vince... Sober up and we'll talk. I promise.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DUSTBIN THUDS)

(ENGINE STARTS, REVVS)

(BREATHS HEAVILY)

I'm sorry about that.

Don't be sorry.

Okay, thanks.

(SNIFFLES)

You know he wasn't always like that.

You know, he was a good person when I married him.

It's hard to believe, I know.

He got fired and then started to drink.

Or maybe it was the other way around.

Anyway, it's gotten worse and worse since.

Well, they say you only really know

someone when they become your enemy.

Yeah. You married?

-Yeah. -(ANA CHUCKLES)

I'm David, by the way.

-Ana. -Yeah.

Guess you're not gonna finish that.

World famous cherry pie, right?

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

How would you like your steak?

Err... Rare.

(WIND BLOWING)

(ENGINE STARTS, REVVS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(♪♪♪)

Hi.

I'll take the cookie, err, $20 on pump two and 20'

you know, 40 Holmes Menthol.

$54.

Yeah, I'm a couple of bucks short.

Err, I'll leave the cookies, thanks.

We take credit cards.

I-- I just remembered that my wife has it,

which is never a good thing.

(WUIND BLOWING)

Yeah.

Shit.

(♪♪♪)

-Do you want something? -OFFICER MILLER: No thanks.

I don't know how you can that shit.

What can I say?

Since I quit smoking, I compensate.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

-Officer. -Sir, that needs to be fixed.

You can't drive with that taped up.

Yeah, I know. You're right.

As soon as I get to a garage, it'll be fixed, I promise.

OFFICER MILLER: Drive safely, Sir.

(ENGINE REVVING)

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(CARS WHOOSHES)

(WIND BLOWING)

(♪♪♪)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(HORN BLARING)

(♪♪♪)

Fucking shit!

(TYRES SCREECHES)

(WIND BLOWING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(WIND BLOWING)

(TYRES SCREECHES)

(WIND BLOWING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

Oh shit.

Come on!

Fuck!

Shit!

Ah!

(GRUNTING)

Come on!

Fuck!

(GRUNTS)

Ah!

Come on!

Ah!

Ah.

(DAVID GASPING)

DAVID: Oh shit.

(LIGHTER CLINK)

(WIND BLOWING)

(♪♪♪)

(DRAGS CIGARETTE)

(WIND HOWLING)

(STEPS REACHING)

(GROWLS)

(♪♪♪)

(WIND BLOWING)

(WATER FLOWING)

God damn.

(SIGHS)

(BREATHS HEAVILY)

(WIND BLOWING)

(♪♪♪)

(ANA WHIMPERING)

DAVID: Don't go anywhere.

-(WHIMPERING) -(WIND HOWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERING)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(KICKING)

Help!

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

Fuck.

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

(SHRIEKING)

(GASPING)

(SOBBING, PANTING)

(♪♪♪)

(DAVID SHOUTING, SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

(WHIMPERS, BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GROANS)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

Ah!

Ah!

(GASPING, WIND HOWLING)

(GROANING)

(WHIMPERING)

(♪♪♪)

(BRAETHING HEAVILY)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING AND SCUFFLING)

(PANTING)

(♪♪♪)

(SOBBING, GASPING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(♪♪♪)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(♪♪♪)

One wrong move and I'll slit your throat.

I should kill you right now.

-Is that my hat? -You speak once spoken to!

Now, I have some questions, and you answer them and maybe--

maybe I'll keep you alive long enough for the police

to take you.

Where are we?

I have no idea.

I got lost in the storm.

Somewhere in the Black Mountains.

Where's my phone?

Tossed it.

-And yours? -In my pocket.

If you untie me a little, I can get it out for you

-if you'd like. -Do I look fucking stupid?

As nice as that feels, inside pocket.

You fuck with me?

Pin code.

It's a dead zone.

4-5-5-6.

Oh shit.

Sucks, doesn't it?

You can never trust the coverage maps in those commercials.

I'm surprised the cold didn't kill you back there.

You're a tough one.

My mom must have noticed.

I'm not back yet.

She's probably already called the cops.

Well, she thinks you're with Vince

-trying to patch things up. -What?

I sent a little message from your phone.

I used your fingerprint.

You son of a bitch.

You planned this all along, huh?

DAVID: Almost all.

Is that a habit of yours to kidnap women

and put them in your trunk?

Answer me!

I don't know what came over me.

I've never done anything like this before.

Someone driving around with a hunter's knife,

duct tape and a bottle of chloroform

looks pretty prepared to me.

Common misconception.

Everybody thinks chloroform.

I mean, people watch movies, they read books and they think

chloroform's the way to go.

By people you mean murderers like you?

Well, right now I'm just a kidnapper.

I haven't murdered you, yet.

Ah!

Stop whining. I barely touched you.

-It's my leg. -What's wrong with your leg?

DAVID: It's fucked!

Broken. Bone's sticking out.

-Does it hurt? -What the fuck do you think?

Good.

I hope it gets worse.

I bet you didn't expect this to be used against you, huh?

Pretty effective stuff, I have to admit.

What is it?

You wanna know my trade secret?

Mm-hmm.

There are so many options from desflurane

to sevoflurane isoflurane.

Basically, my recipe ends in 'flurane', if that helps.

Keep that to yourself.

I'm sure the cops will be thrilled to hear that.

I tried chloroform at the start.

I thought you never did this before.

But chloroform,

you can take up to five minutes for someone

to pass out from inhaling that shit.

Do you know how long five minutes is?

Five minutes.

And in that time, they--

they kick, they punch, they grab...

tear at your hair,

and you have no control over how much they're inhaling

because it's all based on their breathing.

And if they're panicked they breathe too deeply, too quickly,

you know what happens?

They die, right there in your arms.

Kind of takes the fun out of it.

So, no chloroform.

I like to keep control.

You're no longer in control, asshole!

A knife doesn't put you in control

unless you're prepared to use it.

Don't tempt me.

At least I'm free.

-Free? Really? -Mmm.

You can choose between dying slowly in here

or quickly outside.

That's the only freedom you have.

So, tell me, why the hell are you still inside then?

Oh, I get it.

You've already tried.

(LAUGHS)

I'm just imagining you escaping from the trunk back there,

getting outside and then realising

there's nowhere to go

and you'd have to get back into the car.

Oh, that's brutal!

It's just funny that you swapped one cage for another.

Only this time the shark's inside with you.

A shark with no teeth.

Hmm.

So, what now?

What do you plan to do with me, Annie Wilkes?

I don't give a shit about you.

As soon as things calm down, I'll take my chances outside.

Oh, good luck then.

How far do you think you'll get in this blizzard?

500 yards?

A mile?

It's minus four degrees outside.

-I'll make it. -No, you won't.

I climbed up that hill and nearly died in ten minutes.

You're not equipped to make it through this storm.

Even with my hat and my gloves.

Many factors can keep you alive during the storm.

The body will work overtime to protect its vitals,

the head and the organs.

It doesn't care about extremities.

So, I intend to walk away from here with everything

I have intact.

On the other hand,

many factors can accelerate hypothermia:

body fat, age, alcohol consumption,

injury- sorry- and wetness.

Your clothes are soaked.

They'll freeze pretty fast.

I'm not sure you'll make it.

-Fuck me. -Mmhmm.

Waitress with a medical degree.

I don't need one. I grew up in the cold.

Your best chance of survival is to stay in here with me.

That'd be the smartest choice, given the circumstances.

-Trust me. -Trust you?

You know, you and I got off on the wrong foot.

There's no 'you and I', asshole.

Well, whether you like it or not,

we're both in the same shit now.

Not for long.

You know what I'll do before I go.

I'll make damn sure that you are

attached and strapped down to this chair,

and then I'll leave the car doors wide open

and with some luck,

we'll find your frozen body by the end of the winter.

Unless of course

the wild animals have taken care of you first.

How long have I been out?

Not long enough.

Listen, if you wanna survive,

we've got to start saving on the fuel and on the battery.

We can only use the heat for a couple of minutes

every day or else we won't last long.

I don't intend to stay here long.

You don't know if we have to stay here two hours,

two days or two weeks.

We can survive without food, but without heat.

The cold's gonna kill us in a couple of hours.

Hypothermia, remember?

Turn it off.

Turn it off!

You move one muscle.

(WIND HOWLING)

You are not from around here, are you?

I like to travel.

David Herman Petersen.

That name.

Is that your real name at least?

It's not important.

To me you're just Fucked Up Motherfucker.

You don't mind if I call you that, do you,

Fucked Up Motherfucker?

Seems like nobody knows who you really are.

I'm a shy guy.

And I'm guessing you don't have a kid either.

Oh, you're a smart girl.

That must be where Ella gets her brain's from,

'cause it ain't from Vince.

How do you know my daughter's name?

Oh, I know a lot about you Ana, and you know shit about me.

I know more than enough about you.

And don't you ever bring up my daughter's name again.

(WIND HOWLING)

Those fucking seats are expensive.

You're gonna pay for that.

What?

My bonds are too tight.

They're cutting into my wrists.

Don't worry about it.

After a while, you won't even feel your hands anymore.

Why didn't you kill me?

I made up my own theory back in the trunk.

Wanna hear it?

Superiority complex.

You got sloppy.

-I'm never sloppy. -You were overconfident.

You still are.

You should have killed me when you could.

If I wanted to just kill you, you'd be dead by now.

You had other plans for me, right?

Sick motherfucker.

Why didn't you kill me?

It would've been so easy when I was out cold.

Because I'm not like you.

I'm not a monster.

Oh.

Oh, in the right circumstances, we can all be cruel.

Even you.

Imagine.

Just imagine.

Someone hurting little Ella.

Don't you ever mention my daughter's name again.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

You see?

It's just about circumstance.

First time's never easy.

But after time, you get used to it.

Who knows?

Ana, you could even enjoy it.

Oh, I could teach you some things.

Shut up!

You got anything to eat?

(LAUGHS)

What's so funny?

I nearly bought a pack of cookies back at the gas station.

I didn't wanna use my credit card.

They can trace you so easily with a credit card.

I only had enough cash for gas and cigarettes.

(LAUGHS)

My doc always said the smokes will kill me.

(LAUGHS)

I'm gonna take a little nap.

You should try and get some sleep too.

I don't intend to sleep.

Oh, you'll sleep.

The cold will make you.

It's inevitable.

In that case.

(SHOUTING)

(MUFFLED VOICE) You fucking bitch! You fucking...

(GROANS)

(MUFFLED VOICE)

(WIND BLOWING)

(BREATHS HEAVILY)

(♪♪♪)

(♪♪♪)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(GASPING)

ANA: Bad dream?

I wonder what nightmares like yours look like.

Mine like all normal people are crowded

with twisted fucks like you, but yours,

I mean, what do they look like?

What scares you?

Being caught by the police?

Being executed?

No?

Maybe they're about normal people, happiness, family.

You know, everything you'll never have.

There's a bottle back there somewhere.

Go ahead.

I don't mind sharing.

I won't look, I promise.

Don't go anywhere.

(WIND BLOWING)

Bitch.

(GRUNTING)

(DAVID GASPING)

(♪♪♪)

-(GROANS) -(WIND HOWLING)

(GRUNTING, GASPING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(GRUNTING, GASPING)

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Fucking open.

Open this door!

I'd love to help but my hands are tied.

(SCREAMS)

You fucking bitch.

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLS)

(BREATHS HEAVILY)

(WINDOW BANGS)

What the fuck?

(GRUNTING)

(GLASS SMASHES)

(BOTH GROANING)

Ah! I'll fucking kill you!

Ah!

Ah!

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS)

(WIND HOWLING)

(GASPING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(♪♪♪)

(ANA BREATHS HEAVILY)

(♪♪♪)

Finish snooping?

How long have you been following me?

Long enough.

Like I said, I know a lot about you.

Why me?

Always the same question. What do you want me to say?

You're special. You're the one?

I saw... an opportunity.

You're single. You live alone with your kid.

You have no friends.

Your mother's family.

Just another ordinary immigrant that no-one really cares about.

It was easy.

Except for Vince.

I didn't plan on that idiot.

He nearly fucked everything up.

Is that how you do it?

You help damsels in distress to gain their trust

and then you kidnap them?

(SOBS)

Is that what you did with Ashley Mitchell?

-Who? -Ashley Mitchell!

Her!

How many women have you killed?

I've never counted.

I'm sure you have.

That's what all twisted fucks like you do.

And that's why you have all these IDs.

How many?

Well, it's difficult to answer.

There was one who only afterwards

I discovered was pregnant.

Now, does that count as two?

Oh, and there was this very cute brunette I really liked.

She looked a bit like you,

but she talked a lot fucking less.

What was her name?

Maria, Mia.

Well, she choked on her own vomit under my gag.

Now, is that murder or is that an accident?

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

You asked.

All those lives ended because they were in the wrong

place at the wrong time.

Because they crossed path with a psycho.

You're going to listen to the names

of all of these women.

Amanda Walker, Maddie Parker.

Elizabeth Guzman.

Look at them.

Open your eyes!

(ANA SOBBING)

Cassie Beckerman.

Your son of a bitch.

Look at her.

Oh, Cassie.

Yes.

I remember her.

She was my first.

We never forget our first, do we?

A total mess. I did everything wrong.

I-- I didn't even know I was hunting that day.

I just was going out to pick up

chicks and see if I could drop them off.

I was testing myself.

I learned so much about the female psychology back then.

Some women were always suspicious.

They see a single guy in his car alone.

I wanted to change the situation

so they wanted to get into the car.

It was a game.

Each time I was testing myself, seeing how far I would go.

I didn't want to get caught.

But there I was,

driving for hours and hours and then suddenly...

I got lucky.

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(INDICATOR BEEPING)

(WINDOW OPENS)

-Hey. -Hi.

Um, I have to go to Lakeside.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm- I'm going to Columbia Falls.

-CASSIE BECKERMAN: Oh. -Sorry.

DAVID: I didn't say I was going to Lakeside

or offerto take her straight away.

That would've been too much of a coincidence.

Much too eager.

I mean,

I guess I could swing around, get you closer to Lakeside,

if that helps.

DAVID: I looked at my watch as if to say,

do I really have time?

You'd be surprised how effective something like that is.

Her mother must have told her

not to get into a stranger's car on her own.

Then she looked at me.

You could see she was like, yeah, he's a dork.

-He wouldn't hurt a fly. -Um, okay.

-DAVID: And then. -Sure, yeah.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

DAVID: Yeah. She got in.

She should have trusted her gut.

She had these incredible brown eyes,

long blonde hair and these bouncing breasts

that were just driving me wild.

So, do you like music?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

-I like music. -DAVID: Play music you want.

Sure.

See if there's anything on.

(I'M YOUR BOOGIE MAN PLAYS)

-I love this song. -DAVID: Yeah?

I do, yes. (LAUGHS)

DAVID: She laughed at things I said that even I knew weren't funny.

I let her think she was in control.

Going to see your boyfriend, or...?

No, I don't actually have a boyfriend.

-DAVID: No? -No.

I'm just gonna visit some friends.

DAVID: She started playing a game.

Not quite teasing me, but you know,

these games men and women play.

I had this craving, this awful, raging feeling.

It was consuming my insides.

Hey, I think you just missed the turn actually.

This, this isn't the right way,

This road's much faster. I know this road so well.

Oh! Okay.

DAVID: She knew something was wrong.

You know, it's-- honestly,

you could totally just pull over right here

and I could just jump out, get another ride.

It's all-- It's okay.

No need to stress, it's fine.

Okay.

Can you please pull over and just let me out?

You can just let me out right here.

DAVID: I was trying to buy myself time,

but at this point she was completely hysterical.

Okay. Seriously,

if you don't let me out right now, I'm gonna call the cops.

Would you-- Don't even.

-What is wrong with you? -Hey!

Let me out!

DAVID: I tried to keep her quiet,

but she just wouldn't shut the fuck up.

Unlock this fucking door!

DAVID: And that's when I lost it.

Unlock this fucking door!

Ah!

DAVID: I really fucked up.

ANA: Enough!

That's enough!

That's enough!

(WIND WHISTLING)

Suddenly I was just standing there and I.

I couldn't believe it.

I-- I fucking did it.

I fucking did it.

She didn't die instantly like she was supposed to.

Like in the movies.

It doesn't happen like that.

When you stab someone, they bleed out slowly.

They lose blood pressure and you have to stab them again

and again and again and again.

These things take time.

I could have stabbed her in the heart, but...

I couldn't bring myself to damage those breasts.

She ended up getting her throat slit.

I dumped what was left of her body under a pile of wood

and that's where she was found two days later.

The cops were all over it. Local news picked it up.

Cassie was the daughter of a judge.

So, fucking stupid.

I had to hide for weeks waiting for everything to die down.

She made me change my whole game.

From then on, I was very careful.

DAVID: The next one was an immigrant.

Cassie was still in the news.

But with this low class chick, nothing.

I hadn't anticipated the lack of effort in finding

the murderer of a poor woman, low-lives or immigrants.

It's even convenient for some.

It opened up a whole new world to me.

I've got bad news for you, David.

Your winning streak ends right here.

The next time they talk of your exploits,

it'll be as they walk you to Death Row.

I feel pity for you.

(LAUGHS) Fuck you and your pity.

Your life must be miserable.

No friends, no wife, no-one to talk to.

No-one to confide in.

DAVID: Yeah.

You and I have so much in common.

We have nothing in common.

Nothing.

I wonder how you became what you are.

Why you're so afraid of women?

Because that's what it's all about, right?

Women scare the shit out of you.

Are you incapable of getting a hard-on?

DAVID: Oh, come on...

ANA: Did they laugh at you?

I wanna know. Tell me, what is it?

Is it because of your mom?

Don't you dare talk about my mother, you fucking whore!

Oh, mama's little murderer has a sensitive spot.

What did you mean when you said what was left of the body?

Do you ever stop asking fucking questions?

What did you do with them?

DAVID: Well, were dead anyway.

The world is gonna be a better place

when you get the needle.

Yesterday at the café, there was something between

you and me.

An electricity. I saw it.

Go on. Admit it.

Keep on dreaming.

Go on. That's all you have left.

Oh, when I saved you from your abusive husband,

that made you hot.

That turns you on.

It's okay. You can admit it.

You're delusional.

-DAVID: Really? -Nice guys get me hot.

Not psychos.

Well, why did you marry Vince?

He's pretty violent.

Not really a nice guy.

He was drinking.

He... he was depressed, he lost his job.

Excuses, excuses, excuses.

What about the guy before Vince?

There was one before him, right?

Was he violent too?

Would he beat you and then give you flowers

that you couldn't smell through your broken nose?

And did you make excuses for him?

Yeah. Drinking, depression.

Lost his job. Bang.

Oh, I'm sorry. Flowers.

Drinking, depression, lost his job.

Oh, bang. Oh, I'm sorry.

Here's some flowers.

(LAUGHS) Drinking, depression, lost his job.

Bang! Oh, I'm sorry...

I'm sick of hearing you.

(WIND BLOWING)

(TICKING)

(ANIMAL HOWLING IN DISTANCE)

(FOOT STEPS)

I think it's gone...

(THUDDING, BANGING)

ANA: What?

(MUMBLING)

What?

(MUMBLING)

Wait, what?

(MUMBLING)

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(RADIO PLAYS, HORN BLARING)

ANA: What was that?

I don't know.

Whatever it was, it must've been attracted

to the car by the scent of your piss.

ANA: Could've been your blood.

Let's turn the heat on.

We have to be sparing, remember?

-Just a few minutes come on. -No.

I'm freezing my ass off here, goddammit!

Well, you should've thought about that before you made me

smash that fucking window!

15 minutes.

That's it.

I need to use the boy's room.

Seriously, I need to go.

You're optimistic.

Well, at least give me a hand.

Don't make me piss myself.

Please.

I ain't setting you free.

You see?

I told you you were capable of being cruel.

At least it'll keep you warm for a while.

What now?

DAVID: My leg.

ANA: Skin has turned black.

Shit.

If the storm keeps going like this, I'm gonna lose it.

If the storm goes on like this, it'll be the least

of your worries.

(WIND HOWLING)

ANA: Looks like we're in the middle of a reservation.

Here, the natives have a legend.

Talks of a spirit living in the forest

which comes to hunt people like you.

Those who have committed the worst of atrocities.

Those who have ceased to act like civilised men.

They say it first appears in dreams.

When their time has come, it comes to get them,

and they become it.

A soul condemned to wander in the woods.

You believe that bullshit?

The natives do.

Oh shit.

ANA: What?

DAVID: Battery just died.

ANA: No!

Shit!

Shit!

DAVID: Now we're fucked.

(♪♪♪)

(ANA GASPING)

ANA: Don't forget I have a knife.

We fall asleep this time, we won't wake up.

ANA: We won't.

The storm's gonna stop.

I'm trying to remember the last time a woman touched me.

I mean, really wanted to touch me.

ANA: I'm not touching you.

I'm taking your body heat to keep me alive.

I wish I was a better person.

ANA: It's a little late to feel guilty.

I don't expect you to have sympathy for me.

But life hasn't been kind.

My dad, the piece of shit...

he ran out on us when I was nine.

Never saw him again.

My mother was already a drinker.

One of the only two things they had in common.

The other one was me.

But when he left, all she did is drink.

She was much more violent than my father.

After he left, I got scared and I pissed the bed.

When she found out, she beat me.

And every night I pissed the bed.

Every night.

(SOBS)

I grew up in an orphanage.

At nine, I got lucky and I was adopted by a nice couple.

The mother was affectionate.

The father was attentive.

But not long after I arrived,

the attention became more than I wanted.

Than any child wants.

Things happen in... in silence until I was 15.

And then I started getting into trouble.

Sound familiar?

And then I finally spoke up and my father went to jail.

And then came the drink, the drugs, the violence, jail.

Then... then I became a mother.

And I've only given Ella love and kindness.

even though life wasn't kind to me.

And the truth is, you're looking for excuses,

but you don't have any.

They won't bring back the lives you took.

It has nothing to do with your mother.

It doesn't matter now anyway.

In a couple of hours, the cold will take us.

That solves everything.

It was one advantage to the cold that I didn't expect.

I can't feel the pain in my leg anymore.

There's one other thing that really surprises me.

ANA: What?

The cold makes everything so fragile.

ANA: Yeah.

DAVID: Including this tape.

(ANA AND DAVID GRAPPLING)

(DAVID AND ANA SHOUTING)

(ANA GROANING)

(LAUGHS)

Oh, you should've killed me, instead of talking on

and on like my bitch of a mother.

I killed her ten years ago.

I ripped out her fucking throat to shut her up.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, oh, oh Ana, I'm gonna do something

so special with you.

(LAUGHS)

Because we're pals now.

I'm really gonna enjoy the moment with a friend,

and when I get outta here, the first place I'm gonna go...

I'm gonna go play with little Ella.

(LAUGHS)

(ANA SCREAMS)

(THUD)

(GROANING)

(DAVID SCREAMING)

(STRUGGLING)

Ah!

(WIND HOWLING)

(ANA GASPING)

Fall asleep.

I won't fall asleep.

I promise.

(GASPING)

I won't fall asleep.

I won't fall asleep, I promise.

(ENGINE RUMBLES)

(♪♪♪)

(MUSIC FADES)

(♪♪♪)

Oh shit.

(♪♪♪)

(GASPS)

♪ A few more days to Christmas ♪

♪ My favorite time of year ♪

♪ If we're lucky, we'll see Santa ♪

♪ Rudolph and his eight reindeer ♪

♪ The snow keeps on falling ♪

♪ Sledding down the hill ♪

♪ Frost keeps frozen on the log ♪

♪ Counting down the days until ♪

♪ We gather round, decorate the tree ♪

(♪♪♪)