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- Hey, Jack.

- Yes, sweetheart?

- We're short.

- Bullshit!

What do you mean we're short?

- I mean we're short, you fucking moron.

Gotta call Tommy and tell him.

- Slow down.

Slow down.

- He'll fucking kill us.

Jack!

Jack!

Is somebody out there?

- Shit.

- What, did you lose service?

We ain't got no service?

What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

Oh, no, no!

Oh, no, somebody help!

Somebody help us, no service!

Oh, God!

Hey, look, this is what this is all about, man.

Hey, the great outdoors, conquering our fears,

doing man stuff.

Yeah.

- Nice Arian.

- Yeah.

Ah, you ain't gotta worry about that.

Where we're going will be far away from anyone,

just you and I.

Yes, sir.

Jesse, look at this, look at this.

Oh, yeah.

Now this is what I'm talking about, huh, huh?

This is beautiful, huh?

Ah, come on, you know you love it, huh.

Yes, yes, yes.

All ours.

All right, come on.

- Hmm.

- I mean, Tom wasn't lying, huh?

- Who's Tom again?

- Jesse, I told you on the way over here.

He's one of my clients.

He's a super friendly guy.

Hey, he really did us a solid with this location.

I mean, just look at this.

Mmm.

Hey, I got a surprise for you.

I know there's many other places you'd rather be right now,

and I understand that.

So for that, I thank you, I hear you,

and I appreciate you, okay?

And I also know how much you value your privacy.

So with that,

I got you your own tent.

- Wow.

Thank you.

This is great 'cause with your snoring,

I wouldn't have been able to sleep for a second.

- Oh, that's funny?

It's real funny, huh?

Okay, okay.

Hey, look, you might wanna be careful with that

because if it gets below freezing out here,

you might have to snuggle up with your old man for warmth.

- That's disgusting.

- It's called survival, son.

Hey.

Go ahead.

Hey, cheers.

- Cheers.

- To the outdoors.

- To the outdoors.

- He's beautiful.

He has your eyes.

- Dad, can I ask you a question?

- Of course, son, anything.

- Are you sleeping with Tom?

- What?

What?

Am I sleeping,

no, I'm not sleeping-

- I mean, it's fine if you are.

- Why would you even-

- Why are you freaking out?

It's cool.

- I'm not freaking out.

- You sound a little homophobic.

- Homopho...

Jesse, damn it.

If I was sleeping with Tom,

that would be okay, all right?

It wouldn't be a big deal.

But I'm not, okay?

And I'm straight, Jesse.

I'm straight.

I'm not gay.

I made you.

- Okay, okay.

It's fine, you're not sleeping with Tom.

It's just that it's been five years

and I haven't seen you with anyone.

No dates.

I just don't want you to be alone, dad.

- I hear you, son.

No, I,

listen, I really appreciate your concerns, Jesse,

I really do.

It actually means a lot.

But no, your dad's all right.

I'm okay.

I figured we'd talk about tomorrow, huh?

Go for a hike or something like that,

fresh first start in the morning,

find a good spot and do some swimming.

Yeah?

Just think about that.

Jesse.

Hey!

Are you there?

- We never talk about her.

- Do you wanna talk about her?

- I think about it a lot.

I hear it too.

- No, no!

- We don't need to, uh,

we don't need to talk about that, okay?

- Why not?

- Because we just don't, all right?

- It's because you're scared.

- Hey, hey.

All right now, Jesse, that's enough.

- No, no.

No.

All the time you talk about conquering your fears

but you're scared to even talk about it,

and you're scared to be alone.

And now, I have to pay the price for it!

You know how much I wanted to go on that trip!

- I just wanted a nice father-son bonding time, okay,

with you before you left for college.

I mean, what's wrong with that?

Is that all right, is that okay?

Is that too much to ask?

- You said that it's something

we should just try to forget about, but I can't.

I can't.

I sit and I think about all the things I could have done,

but then I remember I was just,

I was just fucking 12.

But then I sit there

and I think about all the things you could have done.

Where were you, dad, huh?

Where were you?

- That's enough.

I said that's enough, okay?

That

is enough!

- I'm sorry you can't handle-

- I said that's enough, Jesse.

No more.

We don't need to talk about that.

Hey.

I got some eggs for you, man.

Better get it while it's hot.

Hey, man.

Listen, I was doing some thinking and

look, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.

You were right.

Forcing you out here, that was real selfish of me.

I apologize about that.

So it's up to you, but I was thinking

maybe I could drive you to the music festival thing

if you're still down for it.

The way I see it, I tell you what, if we leave now,

we can probably get there by mid-afternoon.

Tell you what.

I'ma go take a drive for a little bit

and just leave you alone for right now, okay?

Jesse!

Jesse, come on!

Hey, we gotta go, man.

Hey, come on!

Jesse, no time for this, man.

Wake up, wake up, come on.

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey please!

Hey!

Hey, hey, can you help me out, please?

- No.

On your knees.

On your knees!

- Look, look, sir, sir, I'm just-

- May I ask what business you have in these parts?

- Me and my son came camping here last night and I'm-

- Who the fuck said you could camp around here?

- Look, I just need some help, okay?

A phone, or even a ride.

Look, please!

My son is missing.

- You know, there's a reason why you

jungle bunnies shouldn't come 'round this way.

All you do is bring fucking trouble.

- Sir, I promise you, I'm not looking for any trouble.

I'm just trying to-

- What should we do, Billy?

Should we teach him a lesson?

- Maybe later.

Tommy might wanna talk to him.

- Are you sure?

We got a pickup from Jack and Dana's

in about five minutes, so.

- Well then we'll bring him along.

- That motherfucker!

Come on.

We're just trying to help you.

I wouldn't go no further.

You don't wanna get lost in those woods.

We'll find you.

We'll find you.

- We're late.

Let's go.

- Oh, God!

- Hello, mister.

You look like you need some help.

What happened?

- My son went missing.

We were out here camping last night.

He went missing, and we,

I woke up this morning, he was gone.

And there's a body hanging from a tree in those woods.

- Here?

Shit!

Come on, let's go.

What are you gonna do, stay here?

- Who are you?

- Name's Kaine.

It's no use.

Still got 40 minutes before we find service.

But I got a landline in my place though.

- Don't you think it would just be faster

if we just to the police station?

- police station?

Don't you know where you are?

There's no police around here.

Hell, there ain't no laws at all.

This whole area, you're run by the Appalachian Grove Grid.

Big network,

houses and dealers,

all built the key narcotics in the big city.

You know, the rule is you don't fuck with the money.

Did you fuck with the money?

- No.

No, I don't think so.

- Main boss's cameras all over these woods,

so chances are he knows you're here.

- You wait here.

Jack, Dana?

Hey, anybody there?

It's Scott.

I'm supposed to pick up about 12:30 from you guys.

- Look, Leon, I like you.

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.

Lucky for you, I've been around these parts quite some time

and got a little pull in the area.

Make a few calls, get some answers.

- Yeah, anything.

Whatever it takes.

- There is the one thing though.

Traditionally, favors such as these

often entail some sort of a scheme.

My pop always said never do anything for free.

You know what I'm saying?

Anything else you wanna tell me about what happened?

- Yeah.

Whoever took him, they sabotaged my car.

You know what this is?

- Look, Leon.

Can you step outside for a second?

I gotta take this.

- Yeah.

- He's here.

Beg you for mercy.

- He's here right now.

What?

I'll try, but...

Listen, if I have to, I will, but it's gonna cost you.

Yeah.

And your boys have to do the cleanup.

I never shit in my house.

You got it?

Holy shit, you,

you crazy motherfucker!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Tell me what the is going on, man.

- Easy now.

- Hang up that phone!

- All right, all right, everybody stay calm.

All right.

Hey, you mind if I have a smoke?

- Don't play with me, man.

- Oh, I'm playing.

All right, now you ain't handle a lot of guns,

have you, boy?

Hey, hey, hey, no.

I was just on the phone there,

found out some information for your son.

- Bullshit.

- No, no, no, no.

You're all right.

You have no idea what you're involved in.

Give yourself up.

- Says the guy on his knees

with a gun pointed at his fucking head.

Now where is my son?

- Your son's dead.

- You're fucking lying.

Where is he?

- He's in fucking hell!

Fuck!

Goddammit, you shot me in the hand!

- Look, look, I'm sorry, man.

Just, just tell me where he is!

- All right, come here.

I'll tell you.

- Look, I'm not playing any games, all right, man?

- Ain't no games, man.

I'm done.

I'm done.

Come here.

Go

home.

- It's the wrong answer, boy.

- Oh!

- Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down, calm down!

Stop, stop, stop!

I'm here to help you.

I'm here to help you.

I'm here to help you.

Okay?

Okay, let me just...

- Who are you?

- Name's Leon.

You?

- Tara.

Give me your gun.

- Hey, baby.

- Hey, where are you going?

You're looking for your son, right?

- Yeah.

- See that?

I think I know someone who could help you.

- Who?

- It's this old priest

out in the middle of nowhere off the map.

I could take you there and we're even.

- Deal.

So who is this guy?

- A family friend.

Probably the only guy you can trust around here.

Good luck.

- Hey, hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Are you armed?

- No!

- What do you want?

- I'm looking for my son.

- Keep your voice down, she's sleeping.

What's your name?

- It's Leon.

- She said you might be coming.

- Who?

Look, look, I came here camping with my son.

He's 17.

This morning, when I woke up, he was gone.

Whoever took him,

they left this.

Sir, please, can you help me?

- My life's most dreaded fear.

Well, I'd hoped she was wrong.

She is never wrong.

- Sir, is my son alive?

- I don't know.

Come with me.

In order for you to understand

the dangers that you and your son face,

I need you to understand the dark history that surrounds us.

- Okay, fine.

- In 1975, the cult of Bael was formed.

Bael, the original king of hell.

Followers believed if they helped summon the demon,

they could keep their youth.

Soon, they found their first,

a poor sick teenager named Damon.

Dr. Bannon convinced the father

that the ritual would save his son's life.

Even though the boy's body was saved,

the soul was sent to purgatory.

As his body became possessed,

the fusion of demon and boy created monsters for us.

He developed supernatural powers,

as well as an insatiable sadistic thirst

for pain, bloodshed.

He left the bodies strung up on display

as if it was a stamp of authority.

The locals called him

the Hangman.

- The Hangman.

Like the kids' game?

- Eventually, the townsfolk banded together,

captured him and hanged him.

But he simply would not die.

Instead, they burned the body.

And after 50 years of waiting,

he's returned.

- Shit.

- I know.

- No.

No, shit, as in this has been a waste of my goddamn time!

Look, I need to get to the police, man.

- There are no police.

This is a lawless land.

Only God and the devil rule here.

- What the fuck does that even mean, man?

Listen, you wanna know what I think?

I'll tell you what I think.

I think this whole town

is crawling full of psychopathic crazy ass

lynching type motherfuckers.

Yeah, yeah.

And I think my son, Jesse, I think he got up

in the middle of the night to go shit or piss or something,

and then one of you crazy racist assholes

decided to fuck with him.

That's what I think.

And instead of going to go find him

or getting a search party going,

I'm sitting here listening to your urban legend bullshit.

- I'm only asking you to consider-

- Can I use the landline, please?

The police gotta do something around here.

- Esther said

when the darkness is on the horizon,

a bright light from far away will shine through.

- We're sorry.

You have reached a number that has been disconnected

or is no longer in service.

- I believe you may be that light.

- This is Dean Gutter Sales.

How can I help you?

- Hey, hey, Tony.

It's, uh, it's Leon.

- Leon, how's camping going?

- It could be a lot better, man.

Hey, listen, real quick, can I get an update on a sale?

Client's name is Tom Bannon, a house on North Forest Street.

- Oh, wow.

Um, so I guess another rep tried calling

and they never ordered anything.

Also, they didn't know who Tom was.

- Who's Tom again?

- He's one of my clients.

Man, he really did us a solid with this location.

- Wait, isn't that the guy

that was lending you his property?

Leon?

Leon?

Leon?

- Jedidiah,

who is that?

- That's Dr. Thomas Bannon,

the man who persuaded Jonah, the father,

to let him summon the demon into his son.

- All right.

What do we do?

- We talk to Esther.

Esther is a being of certain gifts.

Unfortunately, over the past year, she's become very weak.

- What do you mean gifts?

- You'll see.

Oh, one more thing.

Try not to stare.

She can sense it.

Esther.

- Shit, is she...

- No.

Talk to her, my son.

- Hello?

- Closer.

- Esther?

- Don't stare.

- Hey.

Esther.

Shit!

What do I do?

- Leon.

I feel your pain.

You're lost.

- Do you know anything about my son?

- A great evil has returned.

- Is my son still alive?

- He, he's

here.

- What?

Jesse's here, he's here?

- No.

He's here.

- Stay with her here.

Keep talking to her.

- Oh, fuck.

- May God rebuke him,

we humbly pray,

and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host,

by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan,

and all his evil spirits who wander through the world

for the ruin of souls.

Oh, Damon.

I just wanted to help you.

Oh, but I see Damon is no more.

Show yourself, Bael!

A coward hiding in the shadows.

- Esther, please, please.

Tell me, where is he?

- It wants him.

It needs him.

- What are you talking about?

- Deep in the belly of the spider.

- Hey, hey.

Fuck.

What the fuck is going on?

Goddammit.

Oh, shit!

- He's here.

You have to find your son.

Take this.

As soon as that enters the heart of the Hangman,

it'll send him straight back to hell.

Do you hear me?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you, Jedidiah.

It's just,

I mean, it's not even pointy, man.

It's not sharp.

- There are many pathways to the heart.

Are you a man of faith?

- That's beautiful, Billy, but can you hold on a second?

I think our friend here is waking up.

Hello, Leon.

I'm surprised you're awake so soon.

I was worried that Billy here overdid it

with the atracurium.

- Where the fuck is my son, Tom?

- Oh.

They call me Tommy around here now.

Back in the day, I was Dr. Thomas Bannon.

But people in town started to think

I became a bit too ostentatious, so yeah,

it's Tommy.

You know, I used to be quite progressive back in the day.

In fact, I don't think anyone in this town

would have considered doing business with a colored man

before I took over.

Back then, someone like you took one step in these parts,

he'd be a dead man walking.

- Where is he?

- Right.

Billy.

- Let him go!

- Sorry, no can do.

- He didn't do anything.

You know he didn't do anything.

- Oh, I know.

He's just a product of unfortunate circumstances.

Right?

- Please.

Please.

What do you want?

What do you want, money?

- Oh, no!

We have all the money we could ever want here.

- Then what?

- Leon, what would you do for the people you care about,

friends, family, lovers?

- Something wrong.

No, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit there.

- Oh, don't be fooled, Leon.

Billy here is an old lady.

Why, for the past 50 years,

we have been able to live a life without aging.

I myself, on my next birthday,

am going to be 127 years of age.

All because we helped one little demon out of hell.

- Did you hear that?

- People around here aren't as versed as we are.

- Hey, little guy.

It'll all be over soon.

- Would you like a cigar, Leon?

- No, Tom, I don't fucking smoke.

- You're right.

It's gross, isn't it?

But they do take their toll.

We're not immortal per se.

That would be terrible,

having to live in this world forever.

No, we can die whenever we want.

We just get to live like gods while we're here.

And this empire,

it has brought us all the money we could ever ask for.

And what's more,

nobody even knows we exist.

- What does any of this bullshit have to do with my son?

- Unfortunately, the time has come

to find a new host for the big guy.

The original has reached his expiration date.

Now, naturally, it has to be young.

But more importantly, it has to be a soul

filled with crushing, agonizing pain.

And after reading about his mother, your wife,

little Jesse was obviously the perfect candidate.

As I said, a product of unfortunate circumstances.

Easy, my friend!

- Trust me, I am not your fucking friend.

- Anyway, tonight, we simply have to present our gift,

and then my people will be all set

for the next 50 years.

- Let me explain something to you, man.

If you don't wanna die in the next two minutes,

you better let my fucking son free.

I don't care what you do to me.

It doesn't matter.

- Leon,

haven't you wondered why we haven't killed you yet,

why the Hangman hadn't had his way with you of all people?

I think you know,

and it's the saddest part of all of this if you ask me.

You see, he can sense it.

Your son knows his daddy is still alive,

and you, Leon, bring your son more pain than anyone.

That's right, isn't it?

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

That Hangman can be a handful sometimes.

- You wanna see a show, mister?

- The truth is this is all operated by idiots.

There are only a select few of us

that are actually in the know.

They all can't die soon enough if you ask me.

Leon, what the fuck are you doing?

That looks mighty painful.

Killing yourself don't make any difference now.

Billy, can you get someone in here right now?

- Shit!

You stay the fuck out of my way, asshole.

- You still got a lot of drugs

running through your system.

Side effects include blurred vision, loss of balance,

and oh, yes, mild paralysis.

You open that door, Leon, you're a dead man.

Your boy's gone.

No reason for you to die too.

- Okay.

So you wanna shoot me, huh?

- Fucking shoot me.

Come on, right here, right here!

Then all of that pain and sadness shit from my boy

is gone then, right?

- You're right, shit.

You wanna burn, Leon?

Then burn.

- Oh, fuck!

- Ouch.

I tried to be respectful, explain everything to you.

But no, you had to go and make a scene.

And now, I have to live with this fucking face

for the next 50 years.

Oh, would you look at that.

Leon, your boy is on the road to hell.

What the fuck?

Tara,

long time, no see.

- Oh, oh!

Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- My main man said, "Happy birthday, baby."

- You, Leon, bring your son more pain than anyone.

- No, no!

- You know exactly what I'm talking about.

- Easy, you're all right.

- He has him.

He has him.

- I know.

- Where are we going?

- Uh, home, if it's still there.

Are you married?

- No, no, I, uh,

I was.

She's gone now.

- Sorry.

- You?

- I gotta ask what the hell you were doing out here.

- It's a long story.

- You know, as a kid growing up around here,

my mama claimed that the Hangman killed my grandparents.

I never believed her until now.

What do they want with your son?

- It's the pain.

- That's what that was for.

- No, no, no.

It's not me.

The pain is the reason that they want my son.

- What do you mean?

- Five years ago, he lost his mother,

my wife.

It was my fault.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- This is where we usually sit.

- Oh, well, I'm sorry, but this is where we're sitting.

- I'm not asking again.

- I don't think you even asked the first time, really.

- Guys,

it's the regulars, big spenders, so if you don't mind.

- What?

Really?

- Nah, nah, don't worry about it.

Tell you what.

How much for that big bottle right there?

- It's too much for you mister Bud Light Special.

- Nice, nice.

We'll take that, please.

- It's 250, and we're not a liquor store.

- Well, how about this?

How about you keep pouring until it's empty?

- Sorry.

- Sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing, bruh?

- Oh.

Sorry,

brother.

It's all good.

- Hey, Mike.

- It's all good over here.

Damn, what's gotten into-

- Don't worry about it, man.

Everything's cool, everything's cool.

We on easy street, baby, trust me.

- We on easy street?

- Dig this.

So Maya's grandmother left her a ton of jewelry, right?

And she don't give a shit about it.

She don't care about nothing.

- Right.

- We got it appraised yesterday.

When I say it's worth a lot, bro, it's worth a lot.

- How much are we talking?

- Like we looking for a new house a lot.

- Congratulations, brother, that's amazing.

- Thank you.

It's all right.

Don't worry about the money

- Keep taunting me!

Get up, get up!

Open it.

- He's thinking about it and...

- You're angry.

I know the feeling.

- And why are you helping me, huh?

I thought you said we were even.

- Now, you help me

stop this village.

I think you should.

- You said you were a nurse?

- Yeah.

Until back about when this mess,

there's no doctor around here.

And then I met Kaine,

but no one gave a shit.

- You killed all those men?

- I did.

- Where are you going?

- I need a shower.

- Deep in the belly of the spider.

- Oh, shit!

Got you, motherfucker.

Kaine, you weird son of a bitch.

Damn.

Yeah, okay, okay.

- Hey, you leaving?

- I know where he's taking him, the Hangman.

I know where Jesse is.

- Where are you going?

- Hell, baby.

- You know you still owe me.

- Sorry, sugar.

Rain check?

- Welcome back.

Let's play.

- Hey, what's up, toots?

- You're making a big mistake.

- Hand me that crossbow.

Give it to me now.

Yeah, yeah, you bet I am.

Now, if you don't wanna lose your throat,

I suggest you take me to where I need to go.

- You have no idea where you're going, do you?

- No, no, I don't, but I know you do.

So let's go.

Open it.

- I'm telling you, you don't wanna know what's down there.

Your son is gone.

- Open it.

Yeah.

That's the gateway to hell if I ever seen one.

- Sorry, Leon.

You don't know who you're messing with.

You think I was born yesterday, hmm?

I am 78 years old.

Now tell me, are you happy, hmm?

Look at me when I'm talking to you!

Are you happy?

Because you took everything from me

all because I took one little pissant teenager from you.

That just doesn't seem fair.

Honestly, I should be thanking you

because I think it was about time

for a change in leadership.

And if there's anything I've learned

in my time around here,

it's that love is all about sacrifice.

- Fuck you!

- No.

No, Leon.

I know you.

We're not so different, you and me.

Gutter trash, underestimated, margin,

just waiting for our turn!

Now this is my turn.

- You don't know what the fuck you're doing.

You'll be alone!

- Oh, no.

No, no.

You thought it was just us.

We are so much bigger than that.

And we are gonna be around for a long, long time

all thanks to your boy, your sacrifice.

War is coming.

Only a matter of time until,

where I

get to see the new

improved

Hangman.

Hey.

You know what?

Let's play a game.

I know the perfect one.

Four letters.

Watch

Leon

blank.

Watch Leon what?

Watch Leon what?

All right, I'll give you a hint.

It starts with a B.

Watch

Leon

buh.

Oh, come on, you know.

If you get it right,

maybe we can talk about being friends, hmm?

Watch Leon what?

Okay,

B-U!

You can't be that stupid, right?

Watch Leon what?

Yeah.

- Watch-

- What's that Leon?

Come on.

- Bitch, watch this.

- No.

No, no!

Help!

Fuck, no!

Yes, yes!

Stop!

Yeah.

No more camping.

I'm coming for you, Jesse.

I'm coming.

Where the hell am I?

- Hello?

Who's there?

- Damon!

They can save you.

- No, no!

- It's the only way to survive!

It's time to be a man!

- No!

- Leon!

Please.

Don't shoot.

- She comes with me.

She comes with me!

Get up, get up!

Stay in the room or I will kill her

and everyone else in this fucking house!

Where's the fucking jewelry, where?

- I'm trying!

Okay.

- Open it, open it!

- Okay!

I'm sorry.

I'm trying, I'm trying!

I'm trying!

- Mom?

- Tell me what you want!

- Mom!

Mom!

- Open it!

Fuck, open it!

- Please, just tell me what you want!

Let me go!

- Dad!

- This isn't, this isn't real.

This can't be.

This can't be real.

- Dad!

- Jesse.

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse, I'm here

I'm here for you, Jesse.

Jesse, it's okay, I'm here!

Jesse, I'm here!

I'm here for you, Jesse!

Come on, Jesse, it's me!

Come on, Jesse, it's me!

Jesse!

- No, no, no, no!

- Jesse.

I need you to be strong, son, okay?

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, son.

I know you've been hurt, Jesse, and I've been hurt too.

I think about what happened every single day.

And about how amazing

and what brave a woman your mother was

and how much she loved you.

And even though she's gone now, I can still feel her.

And I know you can feel her too.

I know you.

She doesn't want you to be in pain, son.

No more pain.

Even though this moment will be a part of our lives forever,

we can't let it define us,

and we absolutely could not let it define her.

You hear me, son?

Fuck!

Hey!

Hey, this thing working?

I'm looking for one mean, ugly son of a bitch

that goes by the name Hangman.

See, a little birdy told me

that someone's got a thirst for bloodshed.

If you're thirsty,

I'm your guy.

And just so we're clear and on the same page,

if you wanna go around and kill an innocent kid,

you're gonna have to kill me first.

You like that, Hangman.

Oh, oh, oh, no.

Or should I call you Damon?

Yeah, you dig that, Damon?

That's about right.

All right, pretty boy,

let's dance

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Fuck.

- Dad!

Dad!

- Jesse!

Fuck!

- Ow.

- Yeah, you son of a bitch.

What the fuck?

Shit!

Damon!

Yeah, that's right.

I know who you are!

You ain't nothing but a sick, scared little boy

crying for his daddy.

That's right.

I know you're in there!

- Damon!

You're angry.

It's okay.

I'd be angry too.

I know you want this to be over.

- Dad, I don't like this.

Please make me it stop.

- Damon, you're being weak!

- No, I'm not!

It hurts.

Everything hurts.

- It's the only way to survive!

It's time to be a man!

- Straight through the heart, motherfucker.

Bye, Damon.

No!

- Dad!

Dad!

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad?

Dad, dad, dad!

You okay, dad?

- I'm just tired, son.

So you're gonna have to explain a lot.

- What do you remember?

- Well, throughout the fire,

and I was being a dick.

I'm sorry.

- Hey, hey, no, no.

Come here.

Listen to me.

No, son, you were right, okay?

We do need to talk more

about her,

about everything, all right?

You were right, and I was wrong.

- Anyway,

then I went to bed, I had this crazy ass dream,

and I woke up in the woods.

What did I miss?

- Quite a bit, son.

Quite a bit.

- Whose car is that?

- Jesse, I promise you,

we'll get every single answer for you coming soon, man.

It's just,

how about we just go home, huh?

What do you say about that?

- Dad,

you need to go to a hospital.

- You're right, you're right.

I'm fine with that.

It's a good idea.

- What?

- I love you, son.

- I love you too, dad.

Hey, can you start from the beginning?

- Yeah, just give me a second.

Dad.

Dad.

Come on, really?