* (heavy music) (wind whistling) Captions by Media Access Group at WGBH. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2019 (wind whistling) (hollow, filtered breathing) (Geiger counter clicking) - (clicking continues) - (filtered breathing continues) - (clicking continues) - (filtered breathing continues) (weakly): Help me! Help me! Help me. (gasping) (gasps) (pickaxe rings) (screaming) (grunts) (gasping) (man screams) (hollow, gasping breaths) - (axe pierces flesh) - (man shrieks) (slow, eerie theme plays) WOMAN: My cake is ready! (lively music plays) (fanfare and drum roll) MAN: Time for the show. Everybody on stage. MALE COUNTRY-WESTERN SINGER: # More and more # # I'm forgetting the past # # More and more # # I'm living at last # # Day by day # # I'm losing my blues # # More and more # # I'm forgetting 'bout you # # But oh, how I tried # # To keep you by my side # # And oh, how I cried # # The day you said good-bye # # Day by day # # I'm losing my blues # # More and more # # I'm forgetting 'bout you # (pleasant country-western violin solo playing) (pleasant, mellow, slide guitar solo plays) # But oh, how I tried # # To keep you by my side # # And oh, how I cried # # The day you said good-bye # (fading out): # Day by day... # (rattling) (wind whistling) (slow, rhythmic metallic creaking) (pig snorting quietly) (creaking continues) (soft gasp) (bed creaks) (low groan) (soft rattling, creaking) (calling): Ruby? - Is that you? - (soft gasping breaths) (quietly): Goddamn it. Ruby! Ruby? (panting) (pants) (echoes): Ruby? (raspy, hollow breathing echoing quietly) If that's you, Jupiter, I got some buckshot for ya, ya hear me? I told you it's over! I'm out, you hear me?! You're on your own now! I... I... I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. (woman gasping softly) (raspy, uneven breathing) Wha...? (wind whistling) (sighs) - (car horn honking) - Wha...? MAN (calls): Hello! (horn honks) (honking horn) Hey! (groans): Oh! - It's hot out here. - Honey, you ought to stay in the car out of the wind. Well, honey, I have to stretch my legs. (sighs): Where the hell is everybody? MAN: Hello? - (rock playing over headphones) - Hey. Get up, jackass. Bobby! Whoa, hey. - Fill 'er up, check the fluids, my friend. - Oh, yeah, right away, sir. - (vicious barking) - Hey! Hey! - WOMAN: Beauty, please stop it! - ...piece of shit. Ow! Ah! Damn it! (groans) You OK? Tell me again why we couldn't fly like normal people? - Oh, that's right, they wouldn't let your dad drive the plane. - Doug, relax, please. - It's their silver anniversary, and they're so happy you came. - Your parents can't stand me. Nope, you're wrong. They love you. - We could've taken them on a cruise... - Hey, you know what? Stop. I never ask you for anything, OK? Just think how happy you'll be when Catherine comes along on our 25th, huh? Huh? (Catherine fussing) (fussing continues) (sighs): It's not gonna be in a fucking trailer home. Don't see too many travellers around here. Where are y'all headed? San Diego. - California? - Uh-huh. - Sure didn't take the fastest road. - Oh, no, we absolutely had to see the desert. Didn't we, Bob? Absolutely. - There ain't nothin' to see in the desert. - Really. - Do you hear that, honey? - Yeah. Don't you know it's illegal to smoke around a gas pump? (chuckling) Yeah. - (oinking) - Come here. Come on. There's a good little piggy. - (oinking continues) - Little baby piggy. Little baby piggy. Hey, Bobby, come over here. Look at this. Oh, my God. That's so random. You two make a perfect pair. Hey. You're sweet. Yeah. (laughs) Aw... Hey, wha... what are you doing? Don't pee there! What the hell do you care? Just turn around for a second. Uh, hello? Don't you see that? Geez! WOMAN: She's so uncomfortable in this heat. WOMAN 2: I told you to use... (woman speaking indistinctly) Oh, look at those yummy little cheeks! I know! (Catherine fussing) - It's OK. - Shh, I think she's getting hungry. (country music playing quietly over radio) (phone beeping) Uh, excuse me, do you have a phone I can use? I can't get a signal out here. No, I don't. - Hey, Bukowski, give the cell phone a rest. - Sorry, Bob. Duty calls. WOMAN: Honey, you've been on the phone since we left, really. DOUG: Yep. Well, sweetheart, I've been gone two days. I have to make sure that my store's not burning to the ground. - (urinating) - Oh, God. (Bobby sighs) (flies buzzing) - Thanks, Brenda. - (groans softly) (Bobby yells) What the hell, Brenda! Damn it. Damn it! Got it all over my hand! Freakin' perv! What? Hungry, sweetie? It's nasty out here, huh? Honey, could you put a cork in it for just a minute? Well, if I do say so myself, ma'am, your husband here is quite right` this is the only southbound road going to I-88. From there, you can take the 40 to California, but it's a long ol' drive. Well, you know, that doesn't bother me a bit. I like to drive at night. - I used to work the night patrol for 15 years. Is that right? - You a cop? Well, detective. Not anymore, thank God. - I'm starting my own, uh, security firm. - Uh-huh. - You a cop, too, mister? - No. I'm in telecommunications. I sell cell phones. Well, you won't find any customers around here. (quietly): Yeah, no kidding. ATTENDANT: Everything's fine. Oil's OK. - WOMAN: Beauty, come back here. - (taps hood twice) Hey... buddy, what do I owe you? Uh... $46 even. Oh, hey, Bob, here, let me take care of that. I can still afford the gas, Bukowski. Keep the change, my friend. That's... not what I meant. DEEJAY: And that was "One of a Kind." Next up is "Holiday Rose." Hope you enjoy it. WOMAN: Beauty? (whistles) (music playing quietly) Beauty? Beauty? Come on, girl. (whistles) Beauty? Beauty, come on, girl. (whistles) (distant clattering) Hello? Is anyone there? (Beauty barking) (barking) Beauty. (barking continues) (country music continues quietly) (barking continues) Beauty, what are you doing?! Can I help you, miss? Oh... I-I'm sorry. It's j-just our dog. She just... She got out, and she won't stay put. - DOUG (calls): Lynne, we're leaving! - Come on, girl. Let's go. - (on radio): # It's a lovely # - (honking horn) - # Shiny day # - That's all right, I got it. # We'll be singing... # OK. - Oh, oh, honey, honey. - Yeah? Could you, uh, tell him to take a little bit easy? The heat's making me a little nauseous. - Let's go! - Do you need something? - (horn honking) - (Doug whispering) (laughs) Let's go, let's go. Let's go! Honey, we're on vacation. (fusses) - Yeah? - You know... uh, it's not on the map, but if you... - take a left at the dirt road a couple miles from here,... - Mm-hmm. - ...uh, it'll lead you through the hills, probably save you a couple hours. Can't miss it. There's an old fence right in front. Well, thank you. Thank you very much. - Old fence, dirt road, two miles. - Mm-hmm. You have a safe trip. - Thank you. (upbeat song continues on radio) # I can reach out and touch the sky # # All I know is we don't have a care... # (wind whistling) (wind whistling) (chuckles quietly) * BOB: # My Bonnie lies over the ocean # # My Bonnie lies over the sea # - BRENDA: Dad, I hate your singing. - BOB/MOM: # My Bonnie lies over the ocean # LYNNE: Guys, no. - BOB/MOM: # Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me # - (Mom laughs) BOB: Hey, can you imagine the first people that crossed this desert? They didn't know where they were. BRENDA: Yeah, I can, because neither do we. Brenda, the road is here, right? It exists. It's got to go somewhere. Besides, look how beautiful it is. Look at the... look at the light on the rocks. It's gorgeous. This is so fucked. - MOM: Excuse me. Watch your language, young lady. - (Bob laughs) I would like a little backup here. - This is such bullshit. - BOB: Hey, watch your fuckin' mouth. Just calm down here. We're all a little tired, OK? Yeah, Mom. Didn't you grow up in the '60s? Why are you so uptight? Your mom didn't used to be uptight. She was a little hippie chick. - No. - Yeah. You should've seen her when she was your age: - she was a little hottie. - Dad! - (Bob chuckling) - (slaps Bob's leg) DOUG: Driving through the New Mexico desert in the middle of summer with a broken air conditioner. Great vacation. BOBBY: Well, I'm glad you came because I would have been so fucking bored otherwise. Yeah. So bored. Oh, give up on that, man. I tried for an hour and a half. Thing's ancient. - Wiring's medieval. Needs to be replaced. - There. There. It's just the, uh, thermostat. Just disconnected. Anyway. At least we can breathe now... hmm? (clears throat) Hey I thought you quit smoking. - Does my sister know? - Hey, man. Fuck your sister. - (chuckling) You know, uh, Big Bob'd get pretty pissed off if he found out you were smoking in his newly renovated 88 Airstream. - Yeah? - Mm. - Well, fuck Big Bob, too. Here. Want one? Go ahead. Uh-uh. Sister would cut my nuts off if you started smoking. - I think she did that a long time ago. - I think you're right. I think we're somewhere on this blue road. Mom, we're not on the blue road or any other road. The guy said it wasn't on the map, remember? - (popping) - (shrieking) - Oh, my God! - (grunting) - (screaming) - Jesus. - Watch out! - Hang on. - Oh, my... - Watch the baby! (low, raspy growling) - What happened? - Honey?! - Where's the baby? - Oh, my God. - Where's the baby? - She's right here. - Is she OK? - What the hell... - What the hell happened? I don't know. The heat must have caused a blowout. - Are you OK? - Yes, I'm fine. - You sure? - Just a little shaken up. - (baby crying) - Where's the puppy? Bobby, are you all right, honey? Are you OK? - He's all right. - (baby crying) I knew this was a mistake for the baby. - You OK? - Yeah, we're OK. We're fine. (yells) Son of a bitch! DOUG: OK, OK, OK. We're all right. - We have a whole trailer... - I know, I know. - We're OK. Come here, guys! Come here! - (Beauty barking) - Beauty! Beast! We are so fucked. (beeping) Did you find a signal? No. Nothing. 97% nationwide coverage and we find ourselves in that three percent. Yeah. Well, your dad wanted to see the desert. I hope he's enjoying himself. Doug, don't start. Maybe somebody'll need a rent-a-cop around here. - Doug. - What? - Come on. - Every chance the guy gets he takes me down a peg. Can't snap back at him? Yeah, well, don't stoop to his level. 200 degrees out here! No, it's everybody's fault. - Don't listen to him. - It's all of you. - Get off my back. - DOUG: General... What's the damage? The axle is broke. And it's... Totalled. Can we fix it? What? (laughs) No, the frame is twisted to hell. We can't... With what? I mean... - Give me your damn cell phone. I'm gonna call a tow truck. - No signal. I tried. - Well, we can use the CB. - You can try it, but I doubt you're gonna get anybody. The freeway's way the hell on the other side of those hills. You won't get a signal. So what are we going to do? Excuse me. Ah... Bob... what're we doing? We walk. - We walk? - Yep. You and me. We're in the middle of the desert. We're miles from anywhere. Well, what? It's either that or we sit here and wait for somebody to drive by. Have you seen anybody drive by since we got off the freeway? Bob, I haven't seen anyone drive by since you decided to take the shortcut. Honey, let's go for a walk, OK? There's nothing there, you shitheads. (low, raspy growling) (playing on music system): # All the leaves are brown # # All the leaves are brown # # And the sky is grey # # And the sky is grey # I'm sure this desert is full of rattlesnakes. BOBBY: Is that locked? - Bobby, come here. - Yes? - Come here. - Yes, sir. - Thanks, honey. - You're welcome. - You know, I saw... Mom... - What? - Safety's on, boy. - Yes, sir. - I saw, a, uh, documentary on desert snakes... - Uh-huh. ...on the Discovery Channel, and there's some species` if you get bit, you can die within, like, 25 minutes. - Really? - Yeah. Well, I'd like to see how they stack up against this one. I thought those were gonna stay locked up, honey? - I thought you weren't talking to me, honey. - You're right. (imitating gunshots) Relax, honey, I'm a licensed professional. Besides, I'd take my bullets over your prayers any day. Yes, well, some things never change. - So what about, like, uh, like scorpions and coyotes and stuff? - (chuckles) Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. # California dreamin'... # - Hey, Doug! You want to try? - Hey, don't point that at me. Oh, don't worry, man. The safety's on. - Bobby? - Yeah? - Leave Doug alone. He's a Democrat. He doesn't believe in guns. BOBBY: Oh, come on, Dougie. Come here. Just one shot. It makes you feel kind of powerful. You might like it. I don't think so, Bobby. I'd probably just shoot my foot off. You know, he's right. - He'd probably shoot his foot off. - (laughing) # All the leaves are brown # - Hey, B. - Hey. How you holding up? I am thrilled. (wry laugh) Yeah, this is a total drag. Yeah, well, you know, I really don't care what they say. Next year, I am going to Cancun with my friends. I'm not going on any more of these little family trips. Well, we're not going to have many more of them, you know. And if you want to go to Cancun, you know you're gonna have to get a job. Oh, yeah. What, you mean, like, your job? - Brenda... I help Doug out at the store, OK? - (sarcastically): Oh, yeah. DOUG: Honey, can you bring me my jacket? (mocking): I'll be right there, honey. (chuckling) - (yelling) - (screaming) - Bobby. Fucker. - Could you get me a Twinkie? - No. - (grunts) Just keep walking this direction. Yeah, fine. You find out where the road leads, and I'll head back the way we came. - I-88? - Stay away from me. All right. Well, it's got to lead somewhere. Maybe back to the freeway. - Are taking a gun, too? - No, no, honey, I'm not. - I don't need a gun to find help. - No, I don't want this. - You need the hat. - It gives me hat head. - You're walking a desert. - Who cares? - It's not about fashion. - All right. Thank you. Hey, listen, um, if you don't find help within five or six miles, just come back, all right? I'm going to go to the gas station. You know, you're just never gonna make it back by sunset is the only problem. Honey, it's only about eight miles. I'll borrow the old man's car, use his phone if he's got one, I'll be back with a tow truck before nightfall. - BOBBY: Can I go with Doug? - No. - No, no. You stay here with your mother and your sisters. And, hey, uh, Brenda? Listen up. Your brother is in charge, all right? So don't tease him. - I think we should pray before you go. - Oh, Mom. Brenda, is it really so much to ask? - BRENDA (whispers): Yes. - Come on. Damn it. ETHEL: We're waiting. Thank God no one's watching us. - ETHEL: Bobby... stop. - BRENDA: Stop it, Bobby. (Ethel sighs) ETHEL: Please bless us at this time, and send your guardian angels (distant): to help us to walk through this valley in our faith, with the help of our dear Lord. Amen. OTHERS (distant): Amen. BOB: Amen. OK... LYNNE: Bye, Dad. Be careful. - BOBBY: See you all later. - (raspy growling nearby) BOB: See you guys in a few hours. LYNNE: Honey... put the hat on, OK? (low, raspy mumbling nearby) - DOUG: Am I wearing it? - LYNNE: Don't give me that look. - Do you see it on my head? - I love you. (gruff mumbling, snarling) (mumbling grows louder, angrier) * (country music playing) Hi. Hi, sweetness. Hello. Oh, who doesn't want to sleep anymore? Are you hungry? Please take your feet off the table. Honestly, I mean, just because we're camping doesn't mean you get to act like a pig. You know, honey, really, you shouldn't go from the breast to the bottle, the breast to the bottle. I mean, at her age, she should get used to one or the other. Mom, thanks for the advice, but she's my baby. I can't believe that we're stranded in the middle of nowhere on your anniversary. - Mm. - You know, if we just stayed on the main road, we'd be in California right now. Oh, what'd I'd give for a hot shower and a cold margarita. The beach. - A massage. - I'll take a real bed. - Yep. The chronic. - What? - Brenda! - (barking) - (laughing) - What? - The chronic. - It's pot, Mom. BOBBY: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who smokes pot? - Yes, exactly. - (dogs barking) - Who smokes pot? Hey, has anybody seen my red sweatshirt? You know, the, uh, the hoodie thing in the backseat. Brenda? Weren't you, like, sleeping on it or something? I haven't touched your smelly sweatshirt, OK? - (barking) - Why are the dogs so excited? - Well, there's probably some... - rattlesnakes somewhere around. - Ew. You know how, uh, Freud would have interrupted your obsession with rattlesnakes, Mom? Bobby. - (Bobby snickering) - LYNNE: That's so bad. - ETHEL: Bobby Carter. - ETHEL: Stop that. That's gross. - So wrong. - (laughing) That was a little gross, I'm sorry. I apologize to the entire table. - (laughing) - LYNNE: Well, thank you. I'm really glad that we all came on this trip together. Oh, well, that makes one of us. Where is the, uh... - BOBBY: Does anyone need anything? - ...fruit? - No. (barking) - Wait! Brenda! - Oh, wonderful. - Are you kidding me? - Bobby. - Hey! - Bobby! - I'm sorry. - Bobby, it's dinner time. - I'll get him, Mom. - This always happens. - BRENDA: Bobby! Bobby, I don't want you going away from the trailer right now. (distant barking) Beauty! (collar jangling) (panting) Beauty! (panting) (distant barking) (panting) Beauty! (distant yelping) - (gasps) - (yelp echoing) (high-pitched whimpering echoes from distance) Beauty! (heavy, laboured breathing) (lighter, raspy breathing) (quiet giggling) (stifled sobs) (sobbing) Fuck! (panting) (startled yell) (breathing softly) (cooing softly) (grunting) (munching and snorting) (growls) (laughing) DOUG: # I'd be safe and warm # # If I was in L.A. # (in higher-pitched voice): # If I was in L.A. # # California... # (sighs) (in higher-pitched voice): # California dreamin' # # On such a winter's day... # (sighs) (pants) (bird squawks in the distance) What the hell? (squawking) (squawking continues) (door creaking) (toy jingling) Look at that. Huh. (birds squawking) (light scraping) (gasps) (bird cawing) (deep, raspy snorting) * BOB: Hello? Hello? Hey, buddy? (sighs) (jukebox playing): # In the valley... # Hello? # Of the sun # # I met my only one... # Hello? (groans) (heavy breathing) Hey, uh, I had a bit of a wreck out on your, uh, shortcut. Yo! Uh, I took some water, all right? There. Damn. Damn. Friend? Hey! You here? You home? # In the valley of the sun. # (jingling) (soft squeaking) (cocks gun) Hello? Hello? (floorboards creaking) (switch clicks) (soft clink) You son of a bitch. (door rattles, squeaks) (grunts) (engine starting) ATTENDANT (slurred): Jupiter... I got buckshot. (weakly): You hear...? Hey, mister. (quiet cackling) You don't understand what goes on here. Hey! The kids... grew up in the mines like wild animals. Open the door slowly. (chuckling) What kind of place is that for children? (door creaks) - What kind of a place is that?! - OK, put the weapon down. Put it down easy. Put it down. I did the best I could. I'm sorry. MAN: Daddy... Daddy... (grunting) (distant): Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. (mocking voice): Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. (nearby): Daddy. (grunting) (groans) MAN: Would you give me that gun, Pluto! Give me the gun! He's got a gun! MAN 2: Come on over here. Come on, you oughtn't to have a gun. (growling laugh) (crickets chirping) (barking) LYNNE: Brenda! Brenda! BRENDA: Hey, I'm here. I'll be back in a minute. Bobby! Bobby! (echoing from distance): Bobby! (farther away): Bobby! (girl humming quietly) BRENDA: Bobby! (gasps) ETHEL: OK, let me just... Oh, honey, the hair. (gasps): It's just... You-you know, you really are so lucky that Brenda found you. I mean, what if you'd had to spend the whole night out there in the cold? Hey, Bobby. Don't worry, Beauty'll come back when she's hungry, OK? - Did you... did you try the radio? - It doesn't work. Well, we heard something. Some sort of breathing. What breathing? I-It was weird, right, Mom? I... - I'm sure it was just... static. - Mom... It-it sounded like a perverted call. Only Mom would get an obscene phone call out here. (gasps) - Honey? - (dog barking) No, no, no, no! I want you guys to stay here. What is wrong with him? (anxious gasping) BRENDA: What's he doing? Shit. (barking in distance) Beast! Beast... - Hey, Bobby. - Jesus Christ! - Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop pointing the gun at me, please! - Jesus, Bobby! - Doug, I'm sorry, man. It's me. You OK? Yeah. God... I didn't mean to startle you, man. I know, I just, uh... Look, I found this place out here. You wouldn't believe it. It's like the Twilight Zone. Hey. ETHEL: Is that Bob? BRENDA: It's Doug. It's Doug. - It's OK. - Ta-da! LYNNE: Honey! My God! Thank God you're OK. I was so worried about you. DOUG: No, I'm fine. Just... exhausted. Look. - LYNNE: Yeah. What is this? - Look at all the stuff I found. There's a huge crater out there. Like, people must use it as a dump site or something. I never seen anything like it in my life. - What are we gonna... - Look at this stuff. It's brand-new. What are we gonna do with a fishing pole in the desert? I thought you went to go find somebody. DOUG: The road dead-ends in five miles. That's where the crater is. It's not a shortcut. It's just desert. - It dead-ends? - Dead end. I knew that old man was full of shit. - I hope your dad did better than I did. - Maybe we just missed a turn. Honey, did you guys cook any dinner? I'm starving. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on in. - All right, thanks. Mm, Brenda... - BRENDA: Yeah, what is it? - DOUG: My lips are really dry. BRENDA: Are you serious? That's gross. I'm not letting you use my lip balm. Do you use it without telling me? (whining) LYNNE: There's nothing wrong with her. ETHEL: The baby needs to go to bed now. LYNNE: Wait, Bobby. Don't close that door. We're leaving in a second. Get some rest with Daddy. You guys aren't gonna wait till Dad gets back? Oh, no, Bobby, I'm exhausted. I need to get some sleep. Oh, no, no, no, no, it's fine. You'll be... you'll be more comfortable here because I'm just... I'll sleep on the floor, and Mom and Brenda are gonna be up front, and you and Lynne could take the back. We got extra sleeping bags and stuff, too... Bobby, you got six people sleeping in a three-person trailer. It's not comfortable, it's... it's a little bit weird, OK? - Honey, you gonna bring the water? - LYNNE: Yeah. Hey... - Hey, hey, hey, Doug, Doug, Doug. - What's up? - Can I talk to you? - Baby, you coming? - LYNNE: I'm almost ready. What's going on? Um, what I... (laughs) - Bobby, Bobby... - No, no, no, it's... Hey, I'm sure your dad's gonna be back soon, OK? I mean, come on, he's Big Bob, right? And I'm sure it's gonna take more than a couple of snakes and scorpions in the night to stop him. OK? - LYNNE: Excuse me. - Sorry. DOUG: Did you get pillows? They're in the SUV. Hey, hey, listen, if he's not back by midnight, we'll both go looking for him. Deal? Yeah, deal. - DOUG: OK. - OK. Get some rest, man. LYNNE: Good night, Bobby. BOBBY: Good night. What are you doing? There's no mosquitoes in the desert. Honey, there's mosquitoes everywhere. Hi. (Catherine coos happily) (mobile playing lullaby) (sighs) * (flashlight clicking) (clicking continues) (sighs) (barking outside) Beast. Beast? (crickets chirping) (dog barks) Beast? Beast! (distant): Beast? (music playing through earbuds) (distant): Beast! (music playing) (switch clicks) (raspy, ragged breathing) (crickets chirping) Beast? Beast? Beastie! Come here, boy. (quiet, breathy grunting) Beast? (rustling) (man imitating dog growling and barking) (laughing) (raspy breathing and grunting) (gasps) - (grunting) - (muffled shrieking) Hey! Guys! Guys! DOUG: Oh, God... LYNNE: Jesus! DOUG: Bobby! - LYNNE: What is it, Bobby? - Guys, something... something is going on around here, OK? What is it? There are... there are, like, people or something living in those hills. - People? - No, no, no, no, no. - Bobby... Don't-don't-don't talk, please. Bobby, Bobby, listen to me. We're in the middle of nowhere, OK? Nobody lives in those hills. Beauty's dead. What? I found her, and, uh, she was, like... - It looked like somebody had, like, cut her open, you know? - Cut her open? Yeah, and I-I-I-I-I... I didn't want to say anything because I didn't... I didn't want to scare everyone and I didn't want to get Mom upset. But I'm telling you, there is something going on, OK? And Dad's-Dad's not even back yet. Look, OK, OK, all right, stay right there. DOUG: Come check this out. (door opens) We're not alone. (door shuts) You stay here. You lock the car, OK? Calm down. We'll check this out. - (muffled screaming) - DOUG: Where'd you see this? - (screaming): Now! - (explosion) (shrieking) (howling, screaming) It's Bob. - Wait, wait, you don't know what that is. - It's Bob! You don't know what that is! ETHEL: Bob! LYNNE: Dad? Dad! Brenda, watch the baby! (muffled screaming) (grunts) (raspy chuckling) (Bob screaming) (crying) (sniffing) (laughing) (Bob screaming) (screaming): No! (screaming) (birds chirping) DOUG: Look out! (raspy howling) (chirping) (crackling, crunching) (grunts) (Brenda's muffled screaming continues) (shouting) No! No! Get out of here! Get your mother out of here! Take your mother out of here! Doug, do something! (crying) (Brenda's muffled screaming continues) (slurps) (throaty laughing) (shouts) You got to be a man to do that. (shouting) I told you to move! So move! (panting) Now get, get! (laughing) (angry screaming) Whoo! (screaming) (shouting) Let's get... - Whoo! Come on! - (screaming): Never! No! (screaming) (shouting) (screaming) (crying) (sniffs) (screaming) (laughing) (crying) (Catherine crying) (whooping) (both babbling) ETHEL: Not my Bob! It's not my Bob! Come on, Mom! No! No, let's go. (Brenda screaming) What was that? Mom, just stay here, OK? (sobbing) (Brenda's screaming continues in distance) (gasps) (Catherine crying) Help me! Help! Boy, you're fat. Oh... big, fat and juicy. (shouts) (yells) (grunting) (shouting) No, please! (Catherine crying) (shrieks) Bobby! Bobby, where you going?! Fucking kill those motherfuckers! DOUG: Get back here! Don't do something stupid! (Brenda screaming) (gasping, sobbing) (moans) (ripping) (grunts) - (mutant grunts) - (screams) (grunts) (grunting) (Catherine crying) (sucking, lips smacking) (cries out) (shouting) (gasps) (panting) (screaming) (Brenda sobbing) They're in the trailer! (screams) (shouts) (screaming) (screaming): No! (gunshot) (shouts) - (screaming) - Get out of the door! - Stop it! Stop it! Brenda! Stop it! Stop it! Come on, now, look at me. Look at me. - Shoot! Shoot! Shoot! - I said look at me. - (gun clicks) Shit! I'll come back for you. Brenda! (crying) Bitch stuck me like a pig! (whooping) Are you OK? Are you OK? (sobs) * (weak gasping) (gasping) No. Lynne. (loud gasping) Oh! Oh, God! God! Don't move. Don't move, honey. Don't move. OK, OK. All right, you're going to be OK. You're going to be OK. (retching, gagging) OK. Honey? Sweetheart! Lynne, come on! Lynne! Come on... (sobbing) Oh! (sobs) (low, hollow growling) (soft rustling) (gasps) - (dog barking) - (shrieking) (dog snarling) (gasping) (dog barking) What are we going to do, huh? What are we... what are we going to do if they come back, Doug? This trailer is so small. I clean and clean... - It's... it's still a mess. - Shh. ETHEL: It's a mess. Is Big Bob home? Not yet. Have... everybody went to bed? Yes? Yeah. Brenda's right here, and Bobby's in the back. Lynne is sleeping, hmm? You need anything? I want a blanket. It's c... it's c-c-cold. Shh, shh. Nice and warm, huh? Nice and warm. This is silly, Doug. I understand why Lynnie loves you so much. (exhales) I'm not going to take this shit. - Hey, we're not going anywhere. You want to die, too?! - I don't fucking care! Do you want to die? Huh? Look what they did to your mother! Look what they did to your sister, huh! You need to stop and think! You're not a fucking child anymore! You won't make it three feet out there, and we need a plan. We need to think. - We need to think. - Think about what?! Think about what, Doug?! They have Catherine! They have your daughter, and you're just going to sit here and do nothing?! That's cos you're a fucking pussy just like my dad said... Shut the fuck up! Just shut up! Shut your mouth! Fuck you. MUTANT: Goggle... Goggle... BRENDA (crying): No! Look, turn the lights out. Turn the lights out. Turn the lights out. - He... he said he's coming back... - Shh! Quiet. - He said he's coming back for me. (sobbing): Please... (gasps) It's them! It's them! It's them! MUTANT: Goggle! Goggle! (gunfire) (crackling) (doorknob clicks) MUTANT: Goggle! You got me, Goggle! Where's Goggle? MUTANT 2: He stayed back there and he's keeping an eye on them. MUTANT: I told you... MUTANT 2: What? MUTANT: I told you... you've got to kill them all! (rustling) (barks) Beast! Beast! You're alive! (gasping) Oh, good boy. Good boy. Oh, God... Good boy. Good boy. MUTANT (over radio): Jupiter's going to finish them off. Why are you doing this to us? Why are you doing this?! You hear me?! (radio static crackling) Give me back my baby! What the fuck do you want from us?! What do you want?! You give me back my little girl, you hear me? (Catherine crying over radio) (gasps) - Bobby... - Hmm? How many bullets do you have left? A clip and a half. What are we doing? (panting) (Doug panting) Which way, Beast? Which way? Come on. Follow the trail. (squawking) Come on, big guy. I hope you're not afraid of the dark. (Doug panting) (soft clattering) (sighs) (gasps) (Beast whines) (Beast whining) Which way, Beast? (panting) Good boy. - (radio static crackles) - Bobby. DOUG (over radio): Bobby I followed the blood trail. It leads to a... a town or something out here. Bobby? (grunting) (panting) You know... maybe someone heard our calls. Nobody's gonna hear the fucking calls, Brenda! Nobody's gonna see the goddamn smoke in this goddamn desert! We're in the middle of freakin'... Ah, shit! - (yelling) - (crying) (sobbing) I'm so scared. Who are these people? (wind blowing) (dog panting) (wind whistling) (swing squeaking) (motor sputtering) (baby crying) (grunting) (whining) (groans) (sighs) (grunts) (door squeaks) (low growling) Good dog. (whispering): Stay. (Catherine crying) (whining) (door creaking) (TV playing indistinctly in distance) (Catherine crying) (Catherine crying) (argument playing on TV) (crying) (panting) (gasps) (argument playing on TV) I had a feeling that things weren't gonna work together. She wasn't working as a team player and I tried coaching her. (TV continues indistinctly) (crying softly) Sh, sh, sh. (floorboards creaking softly) - (grunting) - (Catherine screams) Plans for the holidays? I'm starting my kitchen renovation. With a Gem personal loan you could get someone to do up your kitchen. And with our 'pay it faster' option you could save up to $1,000 in interest just by paying an extra $50 a month. You can do better with Gem, powered by Latitude. Ask today. * (fishing reel clicking) (tense music) (hammer taps) (fishing reel clicking) (tense music) (Brenda crying) Watch her head, Bobby. (crying) Come on. (panting) (squishing) (groans) (panting) (screams) (groans, yells) (pounding, yelling) (pounding) (screaming) (yells) (coughing, gagging) (groaning) (whimpering) (yelping barks) (barks) (laboured breathing) (laboured breathing) (gagging) (raspy): # Oh, say can you see # (raspy inhale) # By the dawn's early light # # What so proudly we hailed # # At the twilight's # # Last gleaming # (raspy inhale) # Whose broad stripes and bright stars # (raspy inhale) # Through the perilous fight # (raspy inhale) # O'er the ramparts we hailed # # Were so gallantly streaming # (raspy inhale) # And the rockets' red glare # (raspy inhale) # The bombs bursting in air # (raspy inhale) # Gave proof through the night # # That our flag was still there... # (raspy breathing) Where's my daughter? Where is she? Answer me. (raspy breathing) I don't know where she is. I never leave this place. (laboured breathing) Your people... asked our families... to leave their town. And you destroyed our homes. We went into the mines. You set off your bombs... and turned everything to ashes. You... made us what we've become. (laboured inhale) Boom. Boom! Boom! Where's my baby? (chuckles) What's so funny? (laboured breathing, laughing) It's breakfast time. (roaring) (glass shattering) (mutant roaring) (panting) - (mutant roars) - (Doug yells) (grunting) (barking) (growling) (panting) (yelling) (grunting) (grunting) (yelps) (panting) (heart beating) (heart beating faster) (yells) - (gagging) - (chuckling) - (gagging) - (laughing) (mutant roars) (roaring) (grunting, roaring) (slow, raspy gasping) (grunting) (roaring) (roaring) (grunting, roaring) (yelling) (screaming) (grunting) (chuckling) (yelling) (chuckling) (Doug breathing weakly) (Doug sobbing) Please don't kill me. MUTANT (mocking): Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. (yells) (screaming) (choking, gasping) (yells) (laboured breathing) (cocks gun) (groaning) (gasping, gagging) (crackling, squishing) (static crackling) Lizard... kill the baby. (wheezing) (growling) - (dog snarling and barking) - (mutant screaming) (screaming fades) (Catherine fusses) (giggling) (doorknob rattling) (laboured breathing) (wheezing): Baby... Baby... (laboured breathing) Get away, Ruby. (moans) I said get out! Get! (whimpers) Mister, would you play with us? (dramatic music building) (pig grunting) (bellowing roar) Ruby! (Catherine crying) Catherine! * It's OK. (panting) BOBBY: It's OK. BRENDA: I know it's OK... - (mobile rattling) - (gasps) (Brenda sobbing) (whimpering): No! No! No! - Come on, come on. - No. Come on, Brenda. - Bobby! - Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. - We're... - Come on, come on! BOBBY: It's gonna be all right. Be all right. Careful. Please! Please! (anxious breathing) - (Brenda gasps) - Shh! BOBBY: Come on out, you motherfucker. Look, look. BRENDA: It's just a tumbleweed. Come on. Come on, let's go back to the trailer. Come on. Come on. (sobbing) Come on. (anxious sobs) - Hurry up! - She's gone. She's fucking gone! She's gone. - Brenda? Brenda? - Go get the trailer ready. - (screams) - Brenda, go get the tr... - Where's Mom?! - Go get the trailer ready, OK? - Where's Mom? - Go! - Where's Mom? Listen to me, listen to me. I... go get the trailer... Get going! Do what we talked about. (panting) (slurping, lips smacking) (crunching) (gasps) (spits) (guttural roaring) (firing shots) (gas hissing) (firing shots) (groans) (roaring) (gas hissing) Go, go, go, go, go. Get the window! Get the window! BRENDA: It's stuck! (screaming) (groaning) (screaming continues) (mutant screaming) (mutant screaming) Move! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go! Get out! (panting) (gas hissing) - (grunting) - (gas hissing) (grunts) (sharp grunt) Mm-hmm... mmm! (shrieks) (sighs) (chuckling sobs) (panting) (Catherine wailing) (panting) (Catherine crying) (whispers): Here. (yells) (mutant roaring) (bellowing) (crazed, aggressive laughter) (mutant wailing) (roaring and grunting) Ruby! - Ruby! - (Ruby panting) (distant): Ruby! Ruby! - (Catherine crying) - Come back here! You little bitch! (laboured breathing) (weak grunting) - (gasping scream) - Give me that baby! (wails) - (yells) - (gunshot) (grunts) (Doug panting) (Catherine fusses) (crying) (weary, quiet laugh) (laughing) (Ruby grunts) (cocking gun) (rifle fires) (yells) (scream echoing) (distant thud) (flames crackling) (slow, wheezing breaths) (wheezing continues) (cackling) Aah! (screaming) (exhales sharply) BRENDA: Come on. Let's get out of here. (gasps) Oh, my God. Look. Bobby! (Brenda gasps) (Brenda sighs) (eerie rumbling screech) (heavy thud) (man whistles sweet melody over jazzy big band rhythm) # In the valley of the sun # # I met my only one # # While a-rollin' down the lonely desert trail # # 'Neath the Arizona sky # # I saw that cutie pie # # There she was, so sweet and so frail # # Her eyes were like the velvet stars # # That shone from up above # # All I took was just one look # # I knew that this was really love # # Now my life has just begun # # The two of us are one # # Spending all our days # # In the valley of the sun # # Her eyes were like the velvet stars # # That shone from up above # # All I took was just one look # # I knew that this was really love # # Now my life has just begun # # The two of us are one # # Spending all our days # # In the valley of the sun. # (music fades) (hard rock music playing) # Another night, another reckless soul # # That makes me feel just right # # And I can't see through this bottle to save my life # # I'm lost, there's nowhere to go # # And I can't trust no one, I'm going to blow # # This time I realize # # The look in your eyes won't let me down # # Let's leave here tonight, let's leave this town # # Leave those broken hearts behind # # I swear it will be right # # It will be right this time # # The past is gone, so take those memories # # And burn them to the ground # # While the opportunity is still around # # Sit back and watch that football for swine # # I never thought it was the offensive line # # Don't ever second guess it # # The look in your eyes won't let me down # # Let's leave here tonight, let's leave this town # # Leave those broken hearts behind # # I swear it will be right # # It will be right this time # # The look in your eyes # # Won't let me down # # Let's leave here tonight # # Let's leave this town # # Leave those broken hearts behind # # I swear it will be right # # It will be right this time. # www.able.co.nz Able 2019