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(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

(train horn blowing)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(light acoustic guitar music)

(dog barking)

- What's a nice boy like you doing in a dump like this?

- Looking for a girl and a drink.

Looks like I come to the right place.

- You're a week late.

(heavy rock music)

(crowd chattering)

- A lot of people come in for this?

- What are you trying to say?

- What you think I'm saying?

- Bastard.

- Problem?

- You're not in Afghanistan now, mate!

This is a quiet town.

Best be getting out of here.

- Come on, Ben.

They're not worth it.

- She's right.

Go while you can.

- I'll get my backpack.

Meet you out front.

(dog barking)

He reckons the next town's about 100k.

You up to it?

- I'm game if you are.

You sure you're warm enough?

- Probably not, but you'll take care of that.

(dramatic piano music)

(phone beeping)

So, what's up?

what's the plan?

(sighing)

- Hey!

(laughing)

(light acoustic guitar music)

Thank you.

All right.

- Okay.

You know, a girl has a much better chance

of getting a lift on her own.

- Hang on a minute.

(sighing)

- Oh, God.

See?

I rest my case.

- You can't be serious.

- You don't listen, Ben.

I'm telling you.

This is a girl's game.

We work better alone.

- You want to bet?

- Sure, okay.

The next town we get to, I'll prove it.

- Whatever.

- You're gonna pay, Ben Cross.

Mark my words.

- We'll see.

(phone beeping)

Let's go.

- You can't take another night like that, Ben.

I nearly froze to death.

- You're European, for God's sake.

- We don't sleep in the snow, Ben.

God damn that Vincent.

He told me this was a big town.

- Vince?

Who's Vincent?

- The guy in the wheelchair.

- Looks like I got here just in time.

- To save me from a long country ride

with a harmless Austrian in a wheelchair?

- Be my guest.

Hi.

(ominous percussive music)

- You again.

- Not having a good night there, soldier.

Looks like your friend jumped ship.

- You don't say.

- Went off in a silver van.

- You don't miss much.

- Fun guy.

Looked like she knew him.

- Even worse.

- Look like you need a ride.

So, what exactly did you do in the Army.

(chattering over radio)

Hold your horses, Riley.

I'll be up in the forest shortly.

- Going shooting?

- Something like that.

Are you getting in?

- Nice gun.

- Does the job.

Do yourself a favor.

Stay off the back roads.

Lot of people go missing around here.

- I got it covered.

- I'm sure you have, soldier.

- Well, I'll see ya.

- Maybe.

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

(train horn blowing)

(phone ringing)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(birds chirping)

(phone ringing)

- Nina, where are you, babe?

- Want to find out what happened to your girlfriend?

Start hitching.

(phone beeping)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(woman vocalizing)

♪ Wish, we slowly wish ♪

♪ We'll belong to the Earth tonight ♪

♪ Save your kiss ♪

♪ I'll stay with you ♪

♪ Use your strength ♪

♪ Stay with me ♪

♪ Stay with me ♪

Hi.

(electricity zapping) (grunting)

(ominous percussive music)

(crickets chirping)

(intense orchestral music)

Slept well?

- What's going on?

Who are you?

(fly buzzing)

Talk to me!

(grunting)

- What do you want to know?

- What have you done, you sick--

- Don't worry.

I haven't touched you yet.

I was looking for you money belt.

You backpackers are so predictable.

You all keep your valuables deep in the woods.

- Cut this rope.

- All in good time.

First, we have to come to

some kind of understanding.

- Understand this.

Screw you.

- Somehow I don't think you'll get the chance.

Besides, I'm not your type.

(gun cocking)

- Shit, shit!

(laughing)

- So what have we here?

Hmm, well, well.

A patriot.

- Let me go.

- It's not that simple, I'm afraid.

Ben, isn't it?

Funny, I don't see a Ben.

- Only thing I see is a psycho.

(gun cocking)

- Choose your next words very carefully, Ben.

I'm an excellent shot.

- [Ben] Easy, easy.

- That's better.

Now you need to listen.

I'm going to give you a chance

to get out of here, Ben.

And if you really care about your pretty little Nina,

you'll shut the fuck up and listen to what I have to say.

We're alone in a forest, Ben.

We all find our purpose amongst the trees.

You'll see.

A forest can be a sanctuary

from the things society rejects.

Who knows?

Perhaps you'll find purpose out there.

- Can I have my shoes?

- I don't think so.

- Asshole.

- Listen to the forest, Ben.

Not so cocky now, are we?

Huh?

Jesus!

(grunting)

(rope ripping)

Just to show you I'm not all bad,

I've given you back Nina's cigarettes

for when you two meet up, of course.

Here, let me help you.

(tearing)

(laughing)

Didn't hurt nothing?

- Now what?

- 10 hours of sunlight.

Half an hour, it's dark.

How's that?

- It's crazy.

- Isn't it?

(laughing)

Let's go.

(ominous percussive music)

As you backpackers like to say, let's keep in touch.

(laughing)

(gun cocking)

Take heart, Ben!

You're not alone out there.

(phone beeping)

(phone beeping)

(laughing)

(intense orchestral music)

(gasping)

(gun firing)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

I see you met Johannes.

Poor buck.

Couldn't hack it.

Simply lost his head.

(laughing)

(tracker beeping)

(tracker beeping)

(tracker beeping)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(intense orchestral music)

Enough fun and games for one day.

I think it's time we bag the boy.

(intense percussive music)

(intense percussive music)

(gun firing)

(grunting)

Little bastard.

(phone ringing)

I let you go, Ben.

That's right.

- Hey, dickhead.

You couldn't hit a mack truck at 20 feet.

- Ugh!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(eerie atmospheric music)

- [Man] Don't move.

Get those hands where I can see them.

What do you want?

- I'm hungry.

That's all.

- Don't get many visitors up here.

- I smelled your fire.

I haven't eaten for a while.

I'm just looking for some food, that's all.

- Follow me, son.

- My name's Ben.

- Don't want to know, son.

Names are for graveyards.

Bloody generator.

- This is good.

- You ain't ate for a while, anything tastes good.

Fancy a drink?

- Love one.

(ominous percussive music)

(crying)

(heavy smacking) (screaming)

(screaming)

- Usual night creature looking for a feed.

- I hope you're right.

- Don't worry.

Never comes in.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- You know him this psycho?

- We hear him now and then.

- Thrashing around like a wounded bull.

Even found some of his handiwork.

Evil bastard.

- Christ!

You've got a madman turning your forest into

a killing ground, and it's not your problem?

- Listen, son.

We thought we'd seen the last of the bastard four years ago,

and then you come along.

- What are you saying?

- Man just doesn't turn off something like that.

Not for four years.

No, this guy's been running the land.

- What happened four years ago?

- Best leave it alone, son.

- Tell me!

- Listen, son.

It's over.

Leave it at that.

Have another drink.

- It's far from over, old man.

Actually, it's only just begun.

How'd she die?

- Son, I don't know.

- Take a guess!

- Cousin and I were out picking up the traps.

Something didn't smell right.

So, took a closer look.

She'd been shot, stabbed many times.

Work of a real madman.

- I was on my second tour in Afghanistan,

the letters suddenly stopped,

and I knew something was wrong.

Police said she was last seen up this way,

and then nothing.

Not a word.

She just vanished.

Four long years, and a French tourist goes missing

on the same stretch of highway.

I said to myself he was back in business, the killer.

- So you're going after him?

Play with fire, you'll get burned.

One way or the other.

- I got burned a long time ago, old man.

- Here, son.

- Thanks.

- Put a few things together for ya.

- You're a good man.

- We'll see.

I nearly forgot.

- Jesus!

- Scared off a few buggers a couple of years ago.

They left it behind.

Well, I'll be.

- I follow the ridge up past his camp.

From there, down to the old mining camp,

and then north to the power lines.

- The only way home for you, son.

Follow the power lines.

That'll get you there.

Something for cold nights.

Something you should know.

Cousin came down here the other night for tea.

Reckons he's got a Sheila up there.

Lots of screaming and such.

- Thanks, old man.

(ominous percussive music)

(ominous percussive music)

Nina.

(muffled screaming)

Keep quiet.

I'll get you out of here.

(muffled screaming)

Stay calm.

It's okay, baby.

Nina.

Listen to me.

If you want to live,

you got to do as I say.

It's the only way we're getting out of here, okay?

- Jesus, Ben.

Who is this guy?

What the fuck is happening?

- I'm gonna lead the son of a bitch

deep into the forest.

- No, Ben!

- I want you to follow that track back.

It's got to lead to a forest road somewhere.

- No.

Let's just go right now.

Forget your plan!

Let's just go together!

- Nina!

There's no other way.

You gotta trust me.

I know what I'm doing, okay?

Okay?

I'll get this bastard, I promise.

- Cut his fucking head off.

- I will.

They love these forests.

Got to be a logging crew out there somewhere.

You'll find somebody.

I need you to go.

Go on.

(intense orchestral music)

Listen up, asshole.

Let's cut to the chase.

You had your fun with the girl,

but it's me you want, isn't it?

I seen you talk the talk.

Let's see if you can walk the walk,

you sick piece of shit!

Come on!

(gun firing)

(intense orchestral music)

(loud thudding)

(ax chopping)

- Can you help me?

- But of course, Nina.

(laughing)

(screaming)

(laughing)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

Are you there, Ben?

Talk to me, sport.

- What do you want?

- Oh, it's not what I want, Ben.

It's what you want.

- Speak English.

- Nina.

- She got away.

- Yes, she did.

Yes, she did.

- Then we got nothing to talk about.

- I think we do.

Talk, you bitch!

- Ben!

- [Ben] What do you want?

- I want you to come home, Ben.

I promise I'll let Nina go.

But you have to come home.

- Could be anywhere.

All right.

Okay, but the girl goes free.

You got that?

- [Man] You have my word, Ben.

Well, that makes all the difference now,

doesn't it?

Your word.

- [Vincent] My God.

Come on, Ben.

This is the only way.

You know it.

- All right.

You know the old mining camp down by the valley?

- [Vincent] Yes, I do, yes, I do.

The place is filled with ghosts.

- I'll be waiting for you at the camp.

Call me when you're close

and then we'll talk about the exchange.

- Now we're having some fun.

(hissing)

(crying)

Shall we go?

(suspenseful percussive music)

(grunting)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(tracker beeping)

- Oh, shit!

- We're staying here 'til dark.

So don't get any creative ideas again, okay?

(groaning)

- Son of a bitch!

Been tracking me.

- Don't worry, Nina.

We'll meet again.

(grunting)

(eerie atmospheric music)

Let's go.

(grunting)

- Walk to the edge of the hill and stop.

- All right, Ben.

I'll do that.

- That's far enough.

Stop.

I've got a hunting arrow aimed dead at you heart.

The question still stands,

does the girl go free?

- Yes, she does, Ben.

Yes, she does.

I guess this is goodbye, Nina.

Hey, Nina, let's keep in touch.

- Nina, just keep walking.

Hey, that's close enough.

Nina, through the tunnel is a track.

It'll lead you down to the power lines.

You got to go.

- He'll kill you, Ben.

- There's worse things than dying.

- Do as he says, Nina.

Run.

- Don't listen to him.

He can't hurt you now.

Just go, go on.

- Ben!

- Don't worry.

I'm gonna finish this.

- Well, Ben, it's just you and me now.

You're full of surprises, Ben.

A bow and arrow?

Amazing.

Your arm's getting tired, Ben.

Put the bow down.

I thought we had a deal, Ben.

I lived up to my end of the bargain,

and now it's your turn.

Drop the bow.

(laughing)

Nice try, Ben.

Nice try.

Not tonight, I'm afraid.

(thudding)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(groaning)

- Welcome to hell.

- [Vincent] I'm hurt, Ben.

I'm very hurt.

I thought we had a deal.

I gave you Nina, and you gave me this.

You're a traitor, Ben.

- I gave you back what you've given others, you freak.

What the fuck is your name anyway?

- [Vincent] What?

- You heard me, tough guy.

What's your name?

Cat got your tongue?

Hard question?

(laughing)

- My name is Malek.

Vincent Malek.

Now you both know.

(laughing)

- Tell me why, Malek.

You want me to rephrase that question?

- Because I can.

- Come again?

- Because I can.

Because I must.

You would never understand.

Your pathetic world has no meaning, Ben!

You're disposable.

You all are.

- Tell me about the girl.

- What?

- Blonde, pretty, early 20's?

About four years ago.

No?

I'm gonna count to three nice and slow,

and unless you want to die in that ditch tonight,

you're gonna start talking.

Do we understand each other?

(laughing)

- [Vincent] You're a hero, boy.

- Your time starts now.

One,

two,

(laughing)

three!

(grunting)

(gun cocking)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(grunting)

(voices chattering)

(eerie atmospheric music)

- Hello, Ben.

Long night.

We have a lot of catching up to do.

Lose the bow.

(gun firing)

(grunting and groaning)

- [Ben] Son of a bitch!

- [Vincent] Things have to change, Ben.

You don't play fairly like all the rest.

You don't follow the rules.

- I hate rules, you freak.

Do it, do it!

- Game over.

(bone cracking) (gun firing)

(gun firing)

I'm gonna skin you alive!

(bird squawking)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(tracker beeping)

Damn, that boy.

(groaning)

(phone beeping)

Are you there, Ben?

- What do you want?

It's been a, it's been a long hot day, Ben.

We're both tired and wounded.

I'm proposing we call a truce for tonight.

We both keep moving until nightfall,

then wherever we stop, that is sanctuary.

- Aren't you forgetting something?

How the hell can I trust you?

- Come now, Ben.

Aren't I the one that should be asking that question?

Didn't I live up to my end of the bargain with little Nina?

It's you who broke the trust, Ben, and not I.

Not I.

- No.

A truce it is.

(phone beeping)

- Never trust a stranger, Ben.

Never.

(eerie percussive music)

(truck engine running)

- Help me.

(suspenseful percussive music)

- Thanks, old man.

(tracker beeping)

(breathing heavily)

Come on.

- Hello, Ben.

Lost for words?

(rope creaking)

Why?

(grunting)

(phone ringing)

- Nice try, asshole.

- Traitor!

You little bastard!

I'm gonna kill you!

You hear me?

You can't change the ending!

This is my game!

And the game is not over!

- I'm sorry.

Did I ruin your little surprise?

- I'm going to castrate you.

- You're gonna have to catch me first, freak.

(phone beeping)

- Ben!

(intense orchestral music)

(gun firing)

- You had the edge, man, and you blew it!

(gun firing)

(breathing heavily)

(gun firing)

There you are.

(gun firing)

(grunting)

I need to get across now.

(gun firing)

(grunting)

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

Hey, psycho, you still there?

- Where are you going, Ben?

- We both know there's a town at the end of this valley.

The game's over.

- I'm sorry, Ben,

but I'm afraid you've got your information wrong.

There's a town all right.

But not in this valley.

No.

It's in the next.

- Yeah, well, I'll take my chances.

- You'll never make it, Ben.

I'm right behind you.

- Nice try, dickhead.

- This could have been avoided, Ben.

I had decided to move on.

Europe was beckoning.

It was time to go.

But you had to put the girl Nina out there to tempt me.

You couldn't let sleeping dogs lie?

(phone beeping)

(breathing heavily)

(grunting)

(dreamy orchestral music)

(grunting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(grunting)

I'm coming, Ben!

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

(wood creaking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun cocking)

- [Man] What exactly did you do in the Army?

- [Ben] Snipe.

(light acoustic guitar music)

(suspenseful percussive music)

- Hello, my sweet.

(crying)

(dreamy orchestral music)

(gun firing)

(crying)

- Yeah, we're coming in.

You're both lucky to be alive.

That's how it's meant to go, Ben.

Join the Army, learn how to shoot,

come back, hang Nina out as bait.

- Hey, she wasn't meant to get into his car.

- She did, right?

Bloody backpackers.

Couldn't let it go, huh?

- Somebody had to stop him.

- So what are you gonna do now, Ben?

- I don't know.

Maybe I'll go backpacking.

(grand orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(woman vocalizing)

♪ Night, this lonely night ♪

♪ Will become ♪