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Rhona!

Come here!

Rhona!

- Oh my God, sick, a hitchhiker.

- No fucking way.

You're seriously not going to pull over?

- Oh my god, you're such a bitch.

Why didn't you stop?

- A hitchhiker, are you crazy?

- She could've been been.

- Oh come on there's three of us and one of her.

- She could still be a psycho.

- She could have been lost.

- I don't know, it's just...

- She's stuck alone in the woods with no thanks to you.

Karma's a real bitch, you know that?

- Oh, and by the way, when it comes to Donnie, just

try to not act like such a pussy around him.

He likes a woman in control.

- Oh and you just love to be in control don't you?

- In control, on top...

- Hey.

I don't hear you complaining.

- Look, about Donnie, I-

- It's too late to chicken out now, he's already on his way.

- I'm not chickening out.

- Good because he shouldn't be too far behind us.

- Yeah, assuming he's not letting that fuckwit tag along.

- Oh there's no way.

He wouldn't do that without telling us.

- Twenty quid says he brings him.

- No way.

Donnie knows everyone hates Andy.

- Oh come on off it, Andy's not that bad.

- He's a sleazy, creepy bastard.

- No he's not.

- He's a wee bit creepy.

And he's loud.

- Gonna do the bet then, yeah?

- Yeah, fine, twenty quid.

- Yeah? - Mm hmm.

- You know, I don't agree with your fifth wheel theory.

I think that, when he does bring Andy,

it's so he can be all loud and annoying

you know, to drown out the noises of you two shagging.

- Shut up.

- Need your help with these 15 bags that you've brought.

- It's not that many.

- Why have you brought a pair of heels?

The beer garden.

- You're not gonna be dancing on the tables.

- Oh, look who has just arrived.

- You've got to be kidding.

- Oy, pay up.

Unless you wanna go double or nothing

that you'll seal the deal tonight.

- Hey, how's it going?

- It's going.

- Yeah, thanks for coming Donnie.

- Anytime.

- Hey Andy!

Didn't realize you were gonna come.

- Yeah, I needed a ride, told him he could tag along.

Didn't think you'd mind?

- What's there to mind?

Besides, we're gonna need a distraction from all the noises,

and I forgot my headphones.

- What noises?

I thought the woods were supposed to be quiet.

- They are quiet...

The owls can be loud.

- Hey, nice boots cowboy.

Hardly mountain worthy.

- Well, you gotta look good

when you set out on a pilgrimage.

- Pilgrimage?

What is this "Canterbury Tales"?

- "Canterbury Tales"?

Who the fuck do you think you are

actin' all smart and sexy with a name drop like that?

- Check in?

- You've really got a plan.

- I like to set realistic goals.

- The map's upside down.

- Where the hell have you been?

- This level of perfection takes time.

Listen, if we're gonna spend the next few days in the dirt,

I thought I may as well have one last supper.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Oh shit.

It was an accident.

I'm sorry. - Christ sake.

I'm drenched.

Fucking great.

- You're just making it worse.

- Thanks for the input.

I'm sorry, it's just

I'm going hiking tomorrow,

it's not the sort of thing I usually do and,

well I only took the one.

Here, let me help.

And ta da.

- Sweet!

How'd you learn to do that?

- It's a handy wee hack for when it all goes tits up.

- I can't possibly...

- Give it back to me at the end of the night.

- Wait, come help me with something.

- There's a camel.

And they're all like, we're gonna have to eat the camel.

And so, the Hearts player's like, "I'll have the heart."

The Liverpool player's like, "I'll have the liver."-

- This is Carla.

She was kind enough to lend me her scarf, Andy.

- Or unkind enough.

- Scott!

- Watch it dick.

- So, where'd you serve?

- What?

- No, I'd never join the military.

- What kind of dumb ass would.

Rhona!

My cousin just joined.

- My point exactly.

- It's a totally archaic institution.

- I don't know, I find it kind of heroic.

- What?

Dying for cheap petrol prices?

- Rhona!

- I'm serious!

We're only in the Middle East for their oil.

- And because of the Americans...

- The fucking Americans.

- So Carla, right?

What brings you all the way to Glen Crannar?

- Just thought I'd try and lose myself for a while.

What about you lot?

- We're heading off in search of Rhona's lost cabin.

- That sounds like a treasure hunt.

- I'm just here for the birds.

- A right nature expert aren't you Andy?

- I don't know about that, but I do like it au natural.

- I think I was just sick in my mouth.

- So how do you lose a cabin?

- My estranged fuckwit of a father died.

Had about 20 pound to his name and a cabin

that's a day's trek into the woods.

It was probably the only thing he couldn't sell off.

Probably not much treasure out there.

I haven't seen it, or him, since I was like, eight so...

- So where are you planning to start looking?

Does X mark the spot?

- We're headed towards Mercy Falls.

Do you know it?

- Yeah I've skinny dipped in there a couple times.

- Hey, you should come be our guide.

- Heather!

- What?

- You're acting like we're some little kids that need help.

I'm sure Carla's got plenty of other things

that she should be doing.

- God, you're impossible.

It's called spontaneity Rhon'.

People meet at pubs, plans change.

Carla, is there really something that's so pressing

you couldn't help guide our little group of non-hikers

find our long-lost cabin in the woods?

- Look, I wouldn't want to intrude.

- Intrude?

Tell her how much we'd love her to join.

- I think we positively need you.

- And I think you'll be just fine by yourselves.

- No, Carla, please, you'd be doing us a solid.

And you said earlier that you wanted

to lose yourself in the woods.

So, why don't you lose yourself in the woods with us?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, the more the merrier.

- Well I suppose I am sort of heading out that way...

To finding treasure!

To finding treasure.

- She can't resist can she?

- Resist what?

Oh God.

- Incoming.

- Shit.

- Fit as, pal.

Fit as!

- 'Nother round?

- Thanks.

I needed to catch my breath.

- I get the feeling Heather's hard to keep up with.

- Heather's Heather.

- Oh yeah.

So, this Carla seems cool.

What?

- Nothing.

- You don't always say what you mean, do you?

- No, I just...

I don't like strangers.

Blame my dickhead dad for giving me trust issues.

- Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her.

- I bet you will.

- Just one.

And only when I can spare it.

You're pretty hard not stare at.

- Smooth.

- I was hoping you'd think so.

- Hey, you girls like to party, eh?

Get lost.

- Come on, I've been watching you dance.

Come on, I don't bite.

Let's have a dance.

Let's have a good time.

Come on baby. - What the fuck!

- A wee boogie with the two of yous.

- Get lost.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Nothing I'm not used to.

Thanks.

- Creep had it coming.

- That was insane.

You're a proper bad ass.

- I'm sorry.

- It's fine. - I'm sorry.

- Come here.

- I love you.

- I've gotta...

It's a big day tomorrow.

- Yeah of course.

- I just- - I get it.

Totally.

It's a long trip.

- Okay.

Goodnight then.

- Goodnight.

- Good morning.

- Anyone else shown?

- Just Donnie and

Andy?

They went down to the corner shop to buy-

- Paper Andy, really?

- I like the way the pages feel when I read them.

- That's the most pretentious thing I've ever heard.

Well excuse me.

- Good morning Campers.

- Good morning Shaggers.

- Aye, cheers for keeping us awake all night.

- And there's me thinking

there'd be something else keeping you up all night.

- Thank you very much for that

non-awkward start to the trip.

What's the plan?

- Okay, so we've got a fouror five hour hike to Mercy Falls.

And then...

And then...

I mean, after that I'm not sure.

- Carla any thoughts?

- Heather!

What?

- She doesn't know where the cabin is.

- Neither do you.

- I have an idea though.

- I think that's as good a start as any.

- Exactly.

Shall we go?

- Wait, have you set an emergency plan?

You know, in case anything goes wrong.

- Nothing's gonna go wrong.

It's just a little hike into the woods.

- Still.

I'd still like to leave one with the lodge.

Do you think you can contact them in five days?

- I am not going to be in the woods in five days.

- Yeah, I think my dad's got a radio up there or something.

He had one.

But, yeah, thanks.

- Aren't you glad that we brought her now?

We woulda never thought of that.

- I'd have thought of that.

- No you wouldn't have.

- Tenner says I get to the top before you.

- The top of what, Mercy Falls?

- No, loser to Mercy Falls has to go for a skinny dip.

So, what happened last night?

Nothing happened.

Oh my god, you chickened out?

You so did.

Why didn't you sleep with Donnie?

- Because...

- Because you're a fucking pussy.

- Because Andy was there.

No, Andy would've slept next to Carla.

It's because you're a fucking pussy.

- Well at least I'm not skanky.

You're seriously calling me skanky

because I fucked my own boyfriend?

- I'm calling you skanky because you let

the whole hotel know you fucked your own boyfriend.

Am I a skank?

- In like the good way or the bad way?

Is there a good type of skanky?

- Is there a bad?

Don't worry about it darling, you're the good kind.

The very good kind.

- Hey, mate, don't call my girlfriend a skank.

- I didn't, Rhona did.

HEATHER No she didn't actually call me

a skank- - Yeah, I did.

- Nobody's calling Scott a skank.

This is bloody gender bias.

- No one heard Scott moaning at two in the morning.

- Which makes me think you didn't do your job right.

- Oh I did my job right.

I think we all know that.

- Whoa!

Something tells me you're not a keen hiker.

- Christ no.

- So you thought you'd pop your cherry

with a 20 mile backpacking trip?

- Well I wasn't popping it by myself in the flat was I?

- Is everything okay?

Rhona?

- Yeah I'm just...

I'm just confused on exactly we are.

- We're lost?

- Oh my god.

Seriously Rhona?

- What do you mean lost?

My feet are killing me.

- You're whining is killing me.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

- I told you not to wear those boots man.

CARLA May I see the map.

- You had it.

It's just beyond the ridge.

I'd say about three, three and half miles.

- Are you sure?

- Pretty sure.

- How do you know that?

- I've done this before.

- Fuck sake, three and a half miles?

We'll never make it.

- Lead on.

- I don't need it.

- My feet are gonna fall off long before three miles.

- Don't worry mate, at least the boots look cool.

- Very funny.

I'm sorry.

- It's all right.

It's all good, we're all in this together.

Now get back up there.

- Shit.

- Don't tell me you lost the guide?

How hard is it to follow the fucking leader?

- All right man, enough!

It's not like you're exactly keeping up.

- She's probably just ahead.

Carla?

Carla!

- Oh we are so fucked.

- It's fine, I can fix this.

I can fix it.

Rhona!

Rhona!

- Can everyone just be quiet for a second, please?

- No one's talking Rhon'.

- It's just- - Get back here!

- I can't hear, anything.

Can everyone just...

I can't hear when you're going in the woods like that.

Like walking really fast and marching.

- What are you talking about?

It's dead fucking silent out here.

- Just can't hear anything when you're trundling

through the woods like that. - What's the matter?

- Just everyone, just...

- Don't ever run away from me again!

Where do you think you're going?

- Keep up.

- How'd you end up behind us?

- I'm sneaky.

- You fucking scared me.

- Like that's hard.

- Oh you weren't scared?

- Yeah it was just because I didn't expect it.

I'm not the one that's been

watching her arse the whole time.

- How did you do that Carla?

Slip away like that?

- Had plenty of practice.

Come on, it's this way.

- I'm not following you any more.

- Don't worry about him.

His fucking boots are so tight,

they've cut the circulation off to his brain.

- Hey, Scott

that not scare you a little bit?

- I think that was kind of the point though, right?

- Yeah.

- Can I hear water?

- Yeah I hear it too.

Mercy Falls.

Woohoo!

- Woo!

- I think this is too exposed.

So we're gonna have to set up camp behind the tree line.

- Can't we just stay here?

I can't walk another step.

- No.

We need protection.

Follow me.

I hate this.

- Don't fill yourself up.

This is my speciality.

- Don't worry, I've got quite the appetite.

It smells good.

Tell me it's nearly ready.

- Yeah, yeah couple more minutes.

- How are the feet Andy?

- You know that Billy Connolly sketch about big banana feet?

- That's way before my time.

- Dinae dis the Big Yin.

He is a god!

- Okay, whatever that means.

- At least I'm not as pretentious as this wee dweeb.

What the fuck are you doing reading

that old shite for anyway, wee man?

- Fuck off, you're reading the paper.

What is this the nineties?

- What is that, before Christ?

- Homer's like the Godfather of storytelling.

Everything came from him.

Everything.

- Bullshit.

You've gotta read that for Uni.

- Aye, because what guy doesn't want to read

about mortals getting with goddesses.

- Goddesses?

That sounds kinda hot.

Can I read that?

- We all know how he'd rather read about one

than be with one.

You ever heard of a siren, Andy?

- Oh somebody save me.

I thought we were gonna dance.

- Why don't you save it Heather, alright?

We all saw enough last night.

- Not me hun, I love the way you move.

- Watch it.

- At least he can appreciate what he sees.

- You've my complete and undivided attention.

- How about now?

- I don't know.

I think you're going to have to try and convince me.

- Yeah, yeah.

Very good.

Knock yourselves out.

Oh Heather, stop it!

- You know, there'll be plenty more where this came from

if you keep this up.

I don't think you can afford me.

- Hey!

What the fuck Heather?

- Take it easy wee man.

It's just a bit of a joke.

- Do not fucking test me, man.

I mean it.

Is this okay to you?

- It's fine, Scott, just leave them, they were just playing.

Heather's just being Heather.

- I'm getting pretty fucking sick of it.

- Well maybe if you just cared for once.

- Oh my god you're so fucking immature.

- Hey man, a woman has needs.

If you're not taking care of them, someone else will.

So why don't you just go back to your wee book

of goddesses and old shite.

Chill out.

- Do not tell me to chill out.

- Grubs up!

Come on lets get stuck in.

- Come on Scott.

- Such a prick.

It's looking a little bit dodgy down here.

ETA four to seven minutes from now.

- It's gonna be okay.

Why don't we play truth or dare?

No.

- Oh my god, let's sing a song.

- Nope.

- I spy- - No.

- Oh my god, do you know what we should do?

Tell scary stories.

- No, no.

I hate scary stories.

- Come on, it'll be good fun.

- You knock yourselves out,

I'm gonna go take a dip in the lagoon.

- What?

You brought your swimming shorts?

- Nope.

- Well I don't know about ghost stories,

but have you ever heard about the Siren of the Loch?

Is that Greek?

It's scary.

- Where are you going?

- Nature calls.

- They say that it happens on cold, moonless nights,

when there's not a whisper of wind around.

Lone, lost hikers, look to the water for solace.

- What are you waiting for?

Go.

- Hey! - Sorry, baby, carry on.

- It comes from beneath the surface.

They look for those searching, pining for something.

The sirens.

The most beautiful,

enchanting,

interesting

women in the world.

Only they're not of this world.

And they look for those teetering on the edge,

lingering on the shoreline,

and they pull them in to their deepest depths,

seducing by singing.

And just when they think it's their time,

their moment to escape,

they look around to realize

that there is no escape.

You're completely captured by their web.

Destined to be a victim

to the Siren of the Loch.

- Are you kidding?

- Rhona- - What?

- Oh my god.

- Wait!

It's me, it's me!

- Scott!

You okay?

- Yeah.

I am now.

- Good morning.

- Hey Rhona, see-

- Just leave it Donnie.

- Did you forget what happened?

Fucking arsehole.

Where is he?

- Leave it.

- I fucking warned you arsehole, I warned you.

- What the fuck?

You told him you fucking bitch?

- Don't fucking talk to her like that.

- Scott, I told you it was a mistake.

You're a fucking shit stain!

- Knock it off.

- Come on then.

- Oh my god!

What you've done?

Oh shit!

- Jesus Christ dude!

- He swung at me first!

- What have you done Scott?

- It's okay.

It's okay.

- Andy, Andy, mate, you're gonna be okay.

Right, we're gonna get you out of here.

- Someone call the mountain rescue.

- There's no fucking signal, is there?

- Keep trying!

- Rhona this is so bad, this is so bad.

- Your belt, give me your belt!

Scott, give me your belt!

Fuck sake!

Scott, Scott check your phone.

Andy, Andy, mate, you're gonna be okay.

Okay, we're gonna get you outta here.

- He's gonna bleed out.

- We need to stop the bleeding.

Fuck, fuck.

- Carla!

Carla, do something!

We're all gonna get in so much trouble.

- It's gonna be okay.

- Carla...

Suspect is going down a sand bank.

Three definite wounded.

- It's gonna be okay.

- You fucking killed him.

- He was already dead.

It would have been excruciating and slow.

Make no mistake, you don't lose that kind of blood

and walk down a mountain.

- We could have gotten help.

- What help Rhona?

We're a full day's walk away from anywhere,

no roads, no phones,

no fucking help.

These are the wild lands, love.

Rules of the jungle.

- No.

Fuck this.

This is not what I signed up for.

We could've gone home.

I'm going down, I'm going back.

- What do you suppose is waiting back down there for you?

- Like a fuckload of police interviews,

and us telling everyone it was an accident.

- Yeah.

Sure looks like an accident with his throat slit.

- Thanks to you!

It was an accident before...

- Before you fucking killed him!

- You can't go to the police.

- Why the fuck not?

- There's a dead body here.

Sure, I'm the one that ended his misery.

But Scott threw him down, Heather induced a fight,

neither of you two tried to stop it.

We're accomplices.

If this gets out, we're all fucked.

- Oh shit.

I'm going to fucking prison.

Fuck.

- No you're not.

It was an accident.

- Sorry, are you suggesting that we cover this up?

- No.

That's not what I'm saying.

- Sure you did.

We're all thinking it, right?

Be a lot easier to tell the truth.

That Andy wasn't much of a hiker.

That he decided, an hour in,

that he would go back to the bunkhouse and wait.

Wasn't even wearing the right footwear.

- You can't be fucking serious.

- You know I am.

Either Andy was never here,

or we all going to prison with Scott.

One lie and one life,

or one truth

and all our lives.

- I want to bury him.

- Now what?

- Now we move on.

- What the hell does that mean?

- It means we find the cabin, we clear our heads,

we go our separate fucking ways.

We forget that today ever happened.

- Yeah

like that's gonna happen.

- Don't act all high and mighty now do you?

You're the reason he's dead.

- I'm the reason he's dead?

Fuck you Heather.

This whole fucking time you've been trying

to get a fucking rise out of me.

Are you happy now?

You're the reason he's fucking dead.

If you weren't so fucking jealous!

- Shut up!

This whole thing is fucked up.

- You got that right!

- My friend is fucking dead with his throat ripped open

and you're still squabbling with your slut of a girlfriend.

Hey!

- Oi

let's go.

- Rhona.

Rhona! - What?

- Do you think this was my fault?

Do you?

- No I don't think it was your fault.

I think it was hers.

It was an accident.

He could've tripped crossing the falls.

- But he didn't, he didn't.

- She's still the one that slit his throat open.

- I shouldn't have...

I shouldn't have said anything to Scott.

I shouldn't have.

I just wanted to know how much I meant to him, you know?

You know what it feels like

to want to be someone's everything.

- I can't believe this.

Why are we going further into the woods, with her?

- Right?

Glad I'm not the only one that thinks this plan is bat shit.

Rhona, Rhona wait!

- Why are you making everything about you, again?

- I'm not making it about me just

I found this this morning.

It was wadded up by the fire.

Like whoever threw it in, missed.

Keep up.

- Yeah, just catching my breath.

- Read it.

"Former British army officer Sergeant Carla Jane Brewster

failed to return from day release

at Barlanark Psychiatric Hospital.

She was dishonorably discharged

after killing two of her fellow officers

and an Afghan woman."

What?

"If any information is known about her whereabouts

do not hesitate to get in touch with your local authorities.

She is presumed to be extremely dangerous."

Are you shitting me?

Why didn't you bring this up sooner?

- You need calm down and pretend like we haven't seen that.

- Oh my god.

Now we know why she didn't want us to get help.

- Oh god, what do we do?

- We need to get out of here.

But right now, I need you to go and put on

a classic Heather show and go and distract Carla

while I talk to Scott. - No, no, I can't.

- Yeah you can, you can.

Just...

You don't even have to talk to her.

Just go and talk to Donnie.

Yeah?

- So,

Donnie, are you still thinking about doing that year abroad?

Where was it you were going?

The States?

It's just 'cause I was also thinking about doing it too

but in Colombia.

- Colombia?

- Scott!

Scott!

- What do you want Rhona?

- Listen, listen.

It wasn't your fault.

Listen to me.

It wasn't your fault.

- Listen, you're not gonna make me feel any better.

- I mean it.

He could have tripped anywhere.

You saw the boots he was wearing.

She's the one that killed him.

I'm not a fucking doctor.

I didn't know he was going to die from that.

What I do know

is that she looked him in the eye

and she took that knife to his throat and she killed him.

And now we're going deeper into the woods with her.

- What are we going to tell the police?

- The truth.

It's our four stories, versus hers.

They'll have to believe us.

It was an accident, Scott.

It was an accident and you know it.

- Listen, Rhona-

- Just be ready.

Okay?

Okay.

- Rhona, get up here.

- What is it?

- Does any of this look familiar yet?

- I'm not sure.

I would need to see

what was on the other side of those cliffs.

- Okay.

We'll try and find you a better vantage point.

Can you climb?

- Not up that.

- I'll try and spot the cabin,

since someone has no idea where they are.

Again.

Oh, and Rhona, remember the secret is to never look back.

- You mean down?

- Yeah, sure.

- How's it going up there Carla?

Okay, we're getting out of here, now.

- What are you talking about?

- She's a fucking serial killer.

- Don't start this shit.

It's all our fault Andy's dead.

I should have stepped in.

- You're delusional.

- You're just mad cause I fucked her.

- Fuck you!

Read it.

Read it!

- Oh shit.

- She can't go back, she's running.

And now she's taking us to the middle of nowhere.

- Why?

- Take a fucking guess man.

- We have to go, now.

- What, have you got a plan?

- She's 50 feet up a rock face.

That's my fucking plan.

- Run?

- We can't run all the way back to the Bunkhouse,

it's over a day away.

She'll catch us before then.

- What makes you think she's gonna come after us anyway?

She could just disappear out here forever.

- Doesn't exactly seem the type.

- We go to the cabin.

There's a radio there, we can call the police.

- You don't even know where it is.

- Well, I've got a much better idea than her

and it certainly isn't up there.

There was a cave.

I remember it as a child.

I think I can get us there.

Guys, trust me.

- Come on.

You really think she's going to kill all of us?

You really think we need to run?

- Yeah, it's now or never.

- Guys, we could take her.

- I'm running.

- Argh, fuck!

I can't Rhona.

- Come on! - I can't.

- Come on, you have to.

- Come on, where the hell are we going?

- I've been before...

- What are you on about?

- This way.

I've got an idea.

- Now what?

- There it is.

We need to get across.

- Fuck no.

- I got this.

- I fucking hate heights.

- Come on Scott, you can do this.

Come on Scott, keep going, keep going.

- I don't need a fucking lecture Heather.

- No lecture, just keep going.

The key is to not stop.

- You go next.

Go.

- Come on.

- Fuck.

- Donnie, come on.

- Come on Donnie.

- Go.

- Come on!

- I said go.

Get out of here, go!

Donnie!

What are you doing? - No, Donnie!

- No! - No!

- Hey.

- No!

- I'm sorry.

- Donnie!

We have to go now, come on.

- Rhona.

Rhona!

We need to go now!

Come on.

Guys?

- No.

No, Heather,

we have to keep going. - Rhona,

if I don't stop now, Carla doesn't need to kill us,

I'll die of dehydration!

- You can't drink it like that, slow down.

- I need a minute.

- We might as well build a fire and just catch our breath.

- She'll see that.

- No.

Not during the day.

Why a cabin?

- What?

- Your Dad, I mean of all things,

why leave you a cabin?

- I don't know.

It's the only thing he had left I suppose.

- You don't really talk about him.

- He wasn't an evil man.

Misguided,

flawed even.

Not bad

just

weak.

I like to think he gave me the cabin

to remind me of the good times.

When life was simple.

Innocent.

Except for that last time.

We were walking through the woods

and we came upon this horse stuck in a trap.

No idea where it came from.

It's energy was so drained,

and it must've been screaming and screeching out for hours.

But when we got there, it kinda just lay there.

It didn't try and pull away,

it just looked up with these weary eyes.

I thought he was gonna help it.

And release it.

But it didn't run.

- Come on then, come on.

- It couldn't. - Up!

Up!

Come on!

- So he just helped it die.

I ran.

I hated him so much for that.

- Where do you think you're going, eh?

Rhona!

Rhona!

- He could've washed his hands a thousand times

and still all I would've seen was the blood on his hands.

That was the last time I saw him.

Thinking about it now, maybe he was right.

Maybe he did the only thing he thought he could.

Like Carla.

- An irresistible sleep fell deeply on his eyes,

the sweetest, soundest oblivion,

still as the sleep of death itself.

We've been here too long.

It's time to move on.

- Shhh!

I'm not saying anything.

- We're being too loud.

- You're being paranoid.

- I think she has a point.

- You always take her side.

- Shhh!

- I've got a bad feeling about this.

- We have to keep going.

- Guys, I need to pee.

- Seriously?

- Well I can't exactly tie a knot on it like some.

- Well it's not as if you're known for having self control.

- Seriuosly Scott?

- Christ!

Can the two of you just pack it in?

Go.

Just don't go far.

Pee someone there.

- I need some privacy.

- Oh now she's shy.

- Don't be a dick.

- You deserved that.

- Look, I'm sorry I'm being such a dick.

I just...

I'm so angry with her.

- You guys'll sort it, you just need time.

- Are you kidding me?

No, I never want to see her again.

This whole mess...

Rhona, I'm sorry but I blame her.

I really do.

- It's not the time to be blaming people, Scott.

We need to be a team.

- No.

She and I are done.

- Where is she?

Heather!

Heather, come on, we've got to go.

Heather!

Heather?

Heather!

- Did you hear that?

- Heather!

Come on.

Heather!

Heather!

- Oh no.

No.

No.

No!

No, no, no, no.

- Fucking come and kill me then!

You fucking bitch!

Where the fuck are you?

No.

Oh no.

We can't leave her like that.

Please, please.

Rhona we can't leave her.

Please.

We have to...

- We have to go.

We have to.

We have to Scott. - Please, no.

No, no. - Come on.

Can't be far now.

Just over that next hill I think.

- Is that it?

- That's it.

I found the radio.

- Great.

Let's hope the generator still works.

- It's working.

Mayday, mayday.

Is anyone receiving me?

We need help.

Mayday, mayday.

It's working.

Mayday, mayday.

Is anyone receiving me?

We are 20 miles northwest of Mercy Falls.

We need help.

Mayday, mayday.

I don't know maybe it needs time or something.

Mayday, mayday.

- Scott, you know this only goes one of two ways, right?

- Rhona, I...

- I am not dying like the rest of them.

It's her or us.

- I don't know what to do.

- We stop her.

- I don't know if I can.

- Neither do I.

But if I can't,

then I'm gonna die trying.

- Rhona you don't even kill spiders.

Do you hear what it is you're actually saying?

- She's killed all of our friends

and she's coming to kill us now.

So yeah I know what I'm saying.

I'm gonna kill the fucking cunt.

- Right,

how do you want to do this, exactly?

- Well,

I'm not exactly ready to go hand to hand

with a trained soldier.

But we know she's coming, we know she'll find us.

We're gonna trap her.

- And if it doesn't work?

- It has to work.

- Okay, well it's not going to work in here.

There's too many doors, windows.

It's too big a space, there's too many angles.

- It's all we've got.

- The cave.

- The cave?

- Yeah, it'll throw her off.

I mean, she'll be expecting us to hide in here,

she won't expect us there.

We can surprise her.

- Yeah.

Good.

- Well?

This'll work.

Now what?

We set our trap.

She's smart, she's trained.

Even with the advantage of this cave,

I don't see how we can do this.

- We need to wear her down, make her slow.

Cause her pain.

- Cause her pain?

- We need to distract her.

Rattle her.

The less focused she is, the better chance we'll have.

We have a rusted hatchet

and a couple of small knives.

It's not enough.

- Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle,

but let me first do some great thing

that shall be told amongst men hereafter.

- Nothing.

For our friends.

- For our friends.

- I'll fix it.

Hey Scott.

- Fuck.

- Are you looking for me?

It's so good to see you.

- I just...

- Shh.

- Hey girl.

Come in Mercy Falls Cabin,

we received your distress call.

Emergency services are en route.

Do you copy?

Over.

- All you have to do is ask.

And I'll make it quick.