Intermedio (2005) - full transcript
Four teenagers, Malik, Gem, Barbie and Wes, take a excursion to an old series of mine tunnels under the border area of California and Mexico where they, and a few other people traveling by, become trapped and are soon set upon by ghosts of a series of victims who are under the control of a warlock bent on carnage.
(ominous music)
(snap)
(whispering)
(child singing)
- Shhhh! Sh! Sh!
(ominous music)
(speaks foreign language)
(sighs)
(ominous music)
- [Billy] This better be
good shit, man, to climb
down this fuckin' hole.
- [Dayton] We go right, right?
- How the fuck should I know?
Hey look, if we get
lost on the way back,
at least we can get
pie-eyed for a few days, uh?
- Fuckin' come on, will ya?
- Look, I'm not a
drug dealer, Dayton.
My son's birthday is next week.
- [Dayton] This is
primo stuff, Billy.
You'd be able to buy
Matt like, a fuckin'
horse with this stash.
(ominous music)
(whispering)
- What? What?
Did it just get colder in here?
- There!
(growling)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
Blow, blow. They got me
messed up on death row.
- New toy?
- Oh come on, live
a little, wouldja?
- Oh, god.
- You gotta check
this bitch out.
- Pffftt.
Aren't you a little
old to playing army?
- Isn't it a little
early to be smoking pot?
(sighs)
(plate clanks)
- Where'd you get this, anyway?
- Wes.
(knock at door)
- Malik?
- Oh no.
I'm in here, babe.
- Hey, babe.
(smooches)
Satan.
(chuckles)
Please take them.
Ah.
- What happened to you?
- I fell.
- How many times?
- Yours, no doubt.
- It's bitchin', huh?
Oh, uh, Wes said he was
stoppin' by later, Em.
- How is Cappy?
- Uh, in bed, or in general?
- Whichever is the,
uh, quickest answer.
- Quick would definitely
be the answer.
(chuckles)
(rock music)
- Oh, fuck, speaking
of the devil.
♪ Son, don't make a scene
♪ I'm only here to tell you
♪ It's not me
♪ I think you need to look
♪ At the situation
♪ And embrace yourself--
(mumbles)
You know I have neighbors, man.
- Where?
- Come on.
- What's up?
What's with the gimp?
- Ha, she fell.
(chuckles)
- Evidently.
- Want some breakfast?
- No, fuck no, man, I'm way too
worked up to eat.
- And why is that, Cappy?
- I'm glad you asked, Crutches.
Come on.
Okay, so I was cleaning
out my uncle Carlos'
place the other day, you
know for some extra cash?
- [Malik] Crazy Carlos.
- Yeah, I mean,
whatever, whatever.
We've all seen and
heard the stories, but
check this out.
This is great.
- What are you gettin' at, man?
- Alright, I know
a guy, alright?
He said that he would
meet us halfway.
- Uh huh, halfway f-f-for what?
- For 200 pounds
of loveboat, okay?
Heeba cheeba.
And we man cometh.
- Dude, you're crazy.
We're connoisseurs, man, not--
- Not drug dealers.
- This ain't jama bama, okay?
The primo bud, the stuff that
we can get on the other side,
it's twice as good as
the stuff over in L.A.
I mean, not to mention,
half the price.
I mean, we could trade this,
this, this sweet leaf straight
up for cocaine in Pasadena.
- Cocaine?
- Yeah, bud's one thing.
Cocaine?
It's 10-15 upstate.
- [Barbie] I am
not a drug dealer.
- As usual, I mean,
you're not listening.
I mean, we're not gonna have
anything to do
with cocaine, okay?
I was just using it to
measure how good this weed is,
and how important this
trip is, comprende?
- Well, what's our take?
- [Barbie] Okay, you're
not really thinking.
- It's three grand a pound.
- Okay, that's a
whole lotta take.
- Un butt fucking believable.
This is amazing.
- [Malik] What is it, Gen?
- These are the tunnels
that our dads went into.
- [Barbie] And what?
- [Malik] And nothing.
Went south to Mexico
and never came back.
Sad fucking story.
- Okay, screw the shit
weed, you guys. You know
what this means, Em?
- [Barbie] What does that
mean? You know these tunnels?
- Yeah, she's been trying to get
me to go down in those tunnels
since our fathers...
(eerie music)
- This is our chance, Em.
I mean, it's fate.
Don't you wanna find out,
Em? I mean this is what
we've always talked about.
- No, that's what you've
always talked about.
- You're telling me you
don't wanna find out?
So you don't wanna know
if our dads just left us
for Mexico or if something
else happened in those tunnels?
(sighs)
- I'll go if you go.
(sighs)
- You sure you know
where this is?
- [Wes] Sure as shit.
- Where the hell are we?
And how do we know
this is even right?
(sighs)
(ominous music)
- This is right.
- Yeah, this, this
looks familiar, I think.
- That's what you
said and hour ago.
Look out!
- [Wes] Oh shit, shit, shit!
I think I hit him.
- [Barbie] Where the hell
did he go?
- [Gen] Malik, it's that,
it's that guy, it's him.
- [Malik] Dude, did you hit him?
- [Wes] Fuck, guys,
the truck won't start.
- [Barbie] I am not walking
with these crutches.
- [Wes] Quit your bitching.
It's right here.
(eerie music)
- [Wes] Come on, guys, hurry up.
(eerie music)
(snap)
(speaks foreign language)
- What did he say, Wes?
- He said, "Good luck."
"Have a good time, I
hope the foot heals."
- Well, I'm not even gonna
ask about the chicken.
- You don't,
you don't need to.
- Some Mexicans
believe that, you know,
the souls in the
body is the blood.
It's an offering.
- Okay, guys, can
we get on with this?
- They say that if you
catch a dead man's blood
before it hits the ground,
you get eternal protection.
(ominous music)
You can even control the dead.
(speaking foreign language)
(ominous music)
- Death row?
(sighs)
(speaking foreign language)
(ominous music)
- Shit.
- Yeah, it smells like
my grandma's house.
- Oh, this'll be fun.
What, what was that?
- Maybe it was
that crossing kid.
- Please don't start.
- Whoa, whoa, what crossing kid?
- Some father killed his
kid down here years back.
- Oh, and I thought
my dad was an asshole.
- Chill, we got enough juice
to get to the border and back.
- I hope you're not
afraid of the dark.
- Hooo hooo hooo whaaaa!
(ominous music)
- [Wes] Come on,
people, let's move.
- [Gen] Are you sure you
know where you're going?
- [Wes] I'm sure as
shit. It's a tunnel, alright?
You go straight.
- [Gen] I just don't want an
Intermedio crawling up my ass.
- [Wes] Oooh.
Is it wrong for me to
be aroused by that?
- [Barbie] Okay,
what's an Intermedio?
- [Wes] It's nothing.
It's, like, some
rural Mexican nada.
- [Gen] Trust me,
you don't wanna know.
- [Malik] Hey, I think she
deserves to know, come on.
- [Barbie] What?
What's going on?
- Let's move it, here.
- No, just tell me.
- Okay, El Intermedio, alright?
It's the in between.
It's like an old Spanish myth.
It's not a big deal.
- In between what?
- Alright.
They're stuck in between
the living and the dead.
I mean, the Spanish thought
that the El Intermedios
were, like, trapped
souls or some shit.
- So, what does this
have to do with us?
- These dudes are
in between existence
and, uh, they're in the dirt.
They're pissed off, so anybody
who comes through here is dead.
- [Barbie] Why didn't you
guys tell me about this?
- [Wes] Okay, listen, you don't
have to stay. You can go back.
- It's true, Barbie,
you don't have to stay.
- So, these in betweens are
walkin' around right now
down here in these
tunnels, I presume?
- So they say.
- Who's they?
- Urban legends, sweetie.
- And you believe this?
- Maybe I do.
- You know when you
see somethin' out
of the corner of your eye
and you look, and it's not
there? -Easy there, tiger.
- And you see a reflection.
And you look and you
realize it's yours,
but it's really not.
- So, how do you get away?
- You mean, how do kill
something that's already dead?
When you see it, you run, but
even then can't get away.
- So, when we die,
people like you and me,
this is what we become?
- Well, it depends on if you
believe in legends, sweetheart.
Arrrgh!
- Ah!
(chuckles)
- Okay, you are an asshole.
- Oh, come on.
Well, I mean, who's
my pretty girl?
Hmmm?
Who's my good girl?
Who wants to come ride in the
car with me?
- Okay, screw you.
- Unh, come on, I'm not
gettin' any tonight?
(ominous music)
- Hey, what are,
what are these things, here?
- Oh, those?
Those are um, those
are safehouses.
Halfway points in case
the cops bust the tunnel.
- Or the Intermedios
bust down the other end.
What?
You're the only ones
allowed to be twisted?
- Yeah.
- Yup.
(chuckles)
- Why don't you two
just get it over with
and just do it right now, hmmm?
- It's gotta be her
sweet ass, right?
- Thanks for noticing.
'Tis hard right now.
(ominous music)
- Wes?
Wes?
(eerie music)
(water bubbles)
Ugh.
What the fuck?
(breathing heavily)
- Ah!
(screams)
(chuckles)
- You, you dick!
Did you see there was this...
- Wes, you ass, my god.
- Look, I wasn't doin' anything.
I mean, Miss Skiboot
here's just a little jumpy.
- Well, Jesus,
can you blame her?
- There was,
I mean,
I don't know.
- Alright you guys.
Let's see.
Um, yeah the map says we're
supposed to go left, so,
so, we'll go left.
- Okay, alright, yeah.
Well, let's hurry it up.
How long 'til we meet
the contacts?
- Supposed to meet 'em halfway.
- Well, it's, it's
not exactly halfway.
- What do you mean, not exactly?
- Well, they got a
little spooked out
about coming the
whole way 'cause of
you know, the ghosts
and everything, so--
- Yeah, Wes, but you told us
we were gonna meet 'em halfway.
- Well, it's, it's, it's a
little more than halfway, now.
- What's a little more?
- Well, a few minutes
from their entrance.
- What?
- Okay, I think that
we should rethink this
and we should go back.
- Okay, there is nothing
to think about, here.
If we turn back now
we lose 60 grand,
alright and you lose,
you lose your farmhouse.
Alright?
A place to live and
your chance to get
out of that steel fuckin' town.
Alright? Gimme this.
I say we stop bitching,
and then we pick up the pace.
- Um, yeah, we're gonna
have to sprint outta here.
- Dude, you get that green
on your back it won't even
matter, alright?
It's all good.
Carlos is in on it, it's fine.
- I say, I say we go.
- [Barbie] But--
- But nothing.
We're going.
- You don't have
to listen to her.
- Uh, he doesn't have
to listen to you.
- Okay, this is Jerry fucking
Springer here, alright?
We're wasting time,
we're wasting green
and generator.
- Okay, let's do this.
(smooches)
- You didn't come back here
for the money, did you?
- No, actually, I just
wanna know that my father
didn't just run straight
the fuck to Mexico.
Come on.
What are you doin' here?
Come on, let's go, let's go.
(ominous music)
(glass shattering)
- So, what's your daddy
gonna say when he finds out
you're down here with us?
- I hope he never finds
me again, actually.
(mumbles)
- She doesn't have it
as easy as you think.
- Yeah, well, at
least she has a dad.
- You know what?
I miss him every day,
but I don't let it run my life.
Maybe you should try that, too.
(sighs)
(ominous music)
- [Gen] Malik, hey, wait up.
Hell.
So, uh, where's your girlfriend?
- Why you out of breath?
(eerie music)
- Is that Eternity
you're wearing?
- CK One, but close.
- Dismount.
(eerie music)
- What the ass?
- Ah!
- Gah!
(laughing)
- Almost even, now.
- Yeah, almost.
Holy fuck.
Don't ever do that.
(both scream)
Fuckin' prick.
You must be Jorge.
- Jew yen?
- Gen.
Fuck, now it's Barbie.
- You take a tumble
there, sweetie?
Where's your friends?
- You don't think our dads
coulda walked out, do you?
- Guilty.
- It's crazy.
You forget, you know,
all the little pieces.
What they were like.
How they acted.
- Yeah, I know, man.
I have, like, all these memories
and it's like, I don't
know if I'm even loved.
- Yeah.
- Today, wouldja?
So, you finally got
the balls to come
a little further
down the tunnel, huh?
- Okay, didn't think
you'd come through.
Now, bag, Cappy.
What's in there get
you and a thousand
of your friends
red-eye for a year.
- Oh, it smells like
teen spirit, man.
Ah, here we are.
That's my boy, Malik.
That's Jen.
This is um,
- Jorge.
- Jorge and...
(eerie music)
- So, how'd you wanna do this?
- Yeah, we're gonna split these
two bags between our four.
Gimme the bags, come on.
- You luck I pack in 8's.
- Man, if they could
see us now at juvi.
(ominous music)
(whispering)
- Hey.
You kids sure you're alone?
(speaks foreign language)
- That leaves two, honey.
- We gotta do this
again real soon.
- Yeah, I owe you a drink.
(whispering)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Wait.
- What the fuck, Al?
- Guys.
Guys.
- Down, Cujo.
- We're done here.
(whispering)
- Dude,
your eye.
- Whoa, did it just
get colder in here?
(eerie music)
(chains clanking)
(growling)
(screams)
(speaking foreign language)
(whispering)
(panicked chattering)
(ominous music)
(electronic buzzing)
- Let's go back.
- No, we go left, right?
- No, no, we came here
left, we go right.
- Turn this fucking hearse
around.
My foot is fucking killing me.
- Alright, look.
There's a safehouse like,
five minutes from here.
It's a lot quicker than Carlos.
- Are you even listening to me?
- Look, we don't even know
if that safehouse is there.
- I have a broken foot.
- Pipe the fuck down.
- Me? What about you?
You're the one who's
always fucking yapping.
- Listen, we got bigger
problems here, lady.
- Oh, easy for you to say.
- You know what?
Shut the fuck up, alright?
God.
- Now, hold on.
Just what the hell
happened back there?
- How do you expect
us to know, man?
- Well, you still got your
money.
(speaking foreign language)
Look like a mother
fucking ambush to me.
- Oh, dude, look, alright?
Nobody ambushed nobody, okay?
- Then why is there a chain
through my boy back there?
- I don't know.
- Listen, we don't know shit.
- Well, you got five
second to make shit
something you do know.
- Look.
We just wanna go home.
You can take whatever you want.
- Alright.
I'll take whatever.
I'll take your whatever
and I'll take his whatever.
I'll take whatever I fucking
want--
- You ain't takin' jack.
- We really don't have time
for this you guys, okay?
- You take your shit.
We take ours.
Fair?
- Let's go, Gen.
Let's go, come on.
- Fair?
- Come on, don't be stupid.
- [Gen] Fair?
(dramatic music)
- Alright, you know what?
I'm going east, okay?
- Let's just go back
the way we came.
- Oh my god, look.
Where does back take
us, sweetie, huh?
Where?
- Home.
- The safehouse is a
hundred yards from here.
- No, fuck that, alright?
We're going back
the way we came.
- No, Wes, no, we'll go--
- [Wes] Well, I'm still
going back the same way.
- Alright, let's go.
Come on.
See you on the other side.
(whispering)
- Ah!
Ah!
- Wes!
Wes.
Oh, Wes.
Oh god!
(growling)
- Ah!
- Wes, no, no!
(breathing heavily)
No! Wes!
Wes! Wes!
Oh my god!
Wes!
- Move, move.
(ominous music)
- Gen!
Malik!
What the ass, man?
- Wes! Wes!
- What's happening?
Where is he?
- He's gone!
- Wes!
- Come on, move!
(eerie music)
- Shit!
Shit shit shit!
Bag of dicks!
- Go, go!
- [Barbie] Stop!
- [Gen] What?
- Just stop, okay? I thought you
said this was the fastest way?
- It is on the map!
- Well, let me see it.
- Wes has it.
- Nope.
Look, look.
Alright?
Quicker, okay?
(speaking foreign language)
- North is always north.
You don't turn the map around
when you turn around.
- I am not moving another inch.
- Oh my god!
Not now, okay?
- You know what?
We're all in the same
situation here, princess, okay?
- Look, she's hurtin' right now.
- Really?
- Look, I just--
- I just nothing. You know what?
You don't always have to take
her side, okay?
- Oh, Gen, look.
Do you see any
goddamn sides, here?
- We're stuck in a
fucking tunnel, Malik.
- Well maybe we can
just dig our way out.
- Yeah, you get right at that.
- Alright, look, guys.
Calm, calm, okay?
(speaking foreign language)
- What is that asshole saying?
- He saying for you to
get off your ass and move.
Come on, let's go back.
- Yeah, maybe you're right.
We should just go back.
- No, we should stay
here and wait it out.
- Can you hear yourself?
- Well, somebody's
bound to come down here.
- Nobody is coming.
- Alright!
Listen!
- No, no, no, youlisten. We
listen to you last time.
Look where it got us. We
go back now it's gonna
take twice as long.
We move forward,
according to the map.
- Where are you going?
- Forward!
(dramatic music)
(gunshots)
- Hey! Hey!
No.
Look, there's nothing there!
- No, I am not going with him.
I'm not going anywhere with him.
Nowhere!
- Listen, he knows these tunnels
better than we do, alright?
- I am not going with him!
- Do you man?
Do you?
- Dude, there's nothing there.
- Oh fuck.
(electronic buzzing)
(ominous music)
(gunshots)
Stop it!
- [Barbie] Stop it!
- Listen, listen.
There is nothing there!
Let's go.
Let's go.
- Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.
My mother punched your
mother in the thigh.
What color was the blood?
(ominous music)
- Shit.
Unh uh, we have to keep,
we have to keep going.
- What's the point?
- Oh my god.
- You never stop, do you?
- Gen.
Where are you going?
Gen!
- [Gen] To find an exit.
- Come on, get up.
Come on, come on.
Jesus Christ!
Come on.
- [Gen] I think I found a door!
Come on!
- [Malik] Fuck.
- [Wes] Hey, you guys, Gen?
Malik? Malik?
Where am I?
Hey!
What?
Malik?
Gen?
- Hey, come here.
- No, don't touch me.
(speaking foreign language)
Stop it, leave me alone.
Alright, alright, alright.
(ominous music)
Please, please!
Let us out!
Please!
(growling)
Please!
- Come on, girl, seriously.
We're wasting time.
There's nothing up there.
None of this is right.
- Barbie, come on!
There's another safehouse, okay?
(ominous music)
(screams)
(gasping)
- Oh, shit.
- Let's go!
- Fuck you, man.
- We're not leavin' her.
- Then we're leaving you!
- Oh my god, come
on, Em, we gotta go.
(eerie music)
Come on! Come on!
Malik!
Let's go.
(eerie music)
- Ah!
(mumbles)
- The blood, god!
Wes!
- Jesus fuck, what
happened to your hands?
- We gotta keep movin' guys.
We gotta keep movin', come on!
Go!
-We have to go back to Carlos.
- There's no way!
The door's jammed.
- Then we unjam it.
- There! There!
(breathing heavily)
- [Wes] Will somebody
please tell me how he got
his fingers cut off?
- Alright, let's go, let's go.
Oh, shit.
(electronic buzzing)
(ominous music)
- Oh, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Oh!
- Never too old, apparently.
- Why don't you wait a little
longer for that next time?
- Well, I only
got this one, so--
- You okay?
- Let's go.
- Gimme that, bitch.
- If we're gettin' outta here
it's because of me, fucker!
- Yeah, you've done a
real bang-up job so far.
Ah!
(screaming)
what's going on, here?
-I don't know, you tell
me. You got us into this shit!
- Shut your dikehole, you
wanted this just as much as
I did!
- Wes, what the fuck is wrong
with you, man? What the fuck?
- Fuck you ass--
(hollering)
- Where's the little guy?
- What little guy?
- The little guy!
Your fuckin' partner, man!
(speaking foreign language)
(ominous music)
- The little skinny guy.
- There was no other one!
- Oh, fuck it, just go, go!
Come on!
(panicked chattering)
- Fuck, man, shit.
You telling me (mumbles)
(all hollering over each other)
Shit, let me find the door.
- Fuck!
What are we gonna do?
(ominous music)
- What the ass?
(grunts)
(bird caws)
- The front door is
locked, man.
- Well, unlock it.
- It's locked
from the inside.
- What do you mean? Who would
lock the door from the inside?
- Someone who doesn't
want whatever's in to get out.
- They should have
locked the windows.
- [Gen] No!
- Don't!
(gunshots)
- Oh, so smooth!
- Chill!
- No, you chill.
How do we know he's
not one of them?
- Hey, I'm bleeding
here, aren't I?
- What is one of them, huh?
What is one of them?
- Ah!
I need a joint.
If you're dead, you won't
feel a thing.
- Don't be stupid, Wes.
He got us here.
(eerie music)
- Shhh! Shhh!
(breathing heavily)
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Do you hear that?
Do you hear that?
Barb.
(growling)
Oh my god, it's Barb!
It's Barb!
Ah! Ah!
We gotta get outta here!
Ah!
Fuck!
Fuck!
(screaming)
what's going on?
- Listen.
- What's going on?
- I know we gave
each other shit,
she was cool and it was quick
and, and we gotta get
our shit together and go.
- Shut your fucking mouth, Gen.
- What the hell was that?
- Why don't you fucking
figure it out, huh?
(coughs)
(dramatic music)
- Wes?
Wes?
Wes?
(speaking foreign language)
(grunting)
- God.
Fuck.
Tell me why.
Why would somebody
board up a door from the inside?
- They don't leave home.
You wanna go get your girl.
- What made you think
that'd be a good idea?
- I'm scared, Wes.
- Me, too.
(dramatic music)
Ah!
- Wes!
Wes!
Wes!
(groaning)
Ah!
- Gen, Gen, Gen, where is he?
Where is he?
Shit!
(growling)
Wes!
Wes!
Wes!
(growling)
(screams)
- Malik!
- What lives in this room?
Whoever's in this room
he got backed into the corner
and whatever's doing this
will head back to the corner.
- Look around, Em, this whole
house is a fucking corner.
- Wes!
Ah!
- Shit!
(screams)
Jorge?
Jorge?
(eerie music)
- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
We, we gotta go back down.
- What?
- The tunnel.
It has two ways out.
We gotta go back down.
- You gotta be out of your
fucking mind.
- Oh shut the hell up, for once,
and think before you talk!
There's no way out of here!
There are two ways
out down there.
- Yes, well, Wes said
the door was jammed
and that kid and whatever
the hell that was
that was all down there!
- There's two of
us left, sweetie.
We're running, we're
running out of doors
and a jammed door is
better than nothing, okay?
(screams)
Wes?
Come on.
- Wes?
Wes?
Wes?
- They're already here.
- Who?
- Them.
- Ah!
- Wes?
- Come on, man.
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(grunting)
- Where are you going?
- We gotta go back down.
Oh, shit!
Okay, okay, okay.
There's gotta be another way.
We gotta go.
Come on, come on!
(grunting)
Fuck.
(breathing heavily)
- Remember I said I knew
you in another life?
I was here that day.
I saw your fathers go down.
I saw you in the truck.
- What do you mean,
you were there?
- I remember pieces.
I was in the farmhouse
with my Uncle Carlos.
I saw you drive up.
I saw many guys drive up.
No one ever came out.
We're all gonna
die like they did.
- We're not dead, yet, Captain.
- Who are you
trying to convince?
I see, I see things
coming out of the tunnel.
I see things.
- Things, or people?
- El Intermedio.
(ominous music)
- You knew about this?
And you brought us here anyways.
Right on.
- I don't know what
I knew, alright?
The brain, it fucks with you.
Shit, man, I mean, you
guys just go, alright?
This, this ship is sinking.
- You're comin'.
- [Wes] You take of her.
You take care of her.
(ominous music)
- No, no, Wes, man.
You take care of
her yourself, man,
you're gonna make it.
- Come on Wesley, don't
pull this shit now.
- Give me that gun.
- Bro, I'm sorry, man,
but I can't do that.
- I'm not gettin' outta here!
You guys just go.
- We're not leavin'.
- Yes, you are.
(sighs)
- What are you doing?
- Opening a door.
- You go to that door.
- Wes.
- You go.
Who's my pretty little girl?
Who's my good little girl?
Who wants to go in
the car with me?
- Screw you, alright?
(chuckles)
- That's the bitch I remember.
That's the bitch.
(eerie music)
(screams)
- Wes!
Get the fuck outta here!
Come on!
(eerie electronic music)
(uptempo music)
Come on!
Hurry!
Through here.
Go! Go!
- It's the same article.
- Yeah.
It's the crossing kid.
Seth Widenski
memorial to be held
at Fetterson's Funeral Home
Friday, November 6th, 1976.
- Okay, we gotta
start thinking, here.
There's gotta be another way.
Yeah.
Move out of the way, okay?
Ah!
(grunting)
(thudding)
Come on! Ah! Come on!
Gen!
Hurry! Hurry!
(ominous music)
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
(both grunting)
(breathing heavily)
(ominous music)
Where do you think they went?
- I'd give it some more
before they're coming back.
(eerie music)
(knocking)
- It's hollow.
- So?
- Well, you don't have to live
in a trailer all your life to
know what that means.
Ah!
Help me, here.
(grunting)
Okay, come on.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Malik?
Malik?
(screams)
(eerie electronic music)
I can't see.
- Shhhh!
- Oh, it's freezing!
What's that smell?
It's fucking freezing in here!
(mumbles)
What?
- The cold.
(mumbles) preserves the bodies.
(dramatic music)
(screams)
- Oh!
My god, Malik!
- Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen.
Stay with me, it's okay.
It's okay.
Come on.
Don't look, honey, don't look.
It's okay.
It's okay.
♪ Headed west
♪ Guess what's next
♪ Doors open and doors close
♪ Blow, blow, don't you know
♪ That we got me all
♪ Messed up on death row
Gen, look at me.
Look at me.
- I want to go home, Em.
- That's what we're gonna do.
That's what we're
gonna do, okay?
Okay?
- What are you doing?
- We gotta stack the bodies,
barricade the door,
so that way we only have
one entrance to guard.
- This ain't right.
(breathing heavily)
- How do you know what
right means anymore?
(dramatic music)
- Did you see that?
- What?
- It was a...
(screams)
- It's all good.
It's all good.
Stay with me, it's okay.
It's okay.
Come on.
Come on, help me, okay, come on.
- Shit.
- Come on.
- If I don't get out--
- We're gonna get out.
- Pack your bags, head west
to the ocean.
Never look back.
(shivers)
(thud)
(both scream)
- Alright, come on.
- You really see that?
The kid's, he's, he's not,
he's not alive, he's not.
- I don't think he knows that.
Let's go, come on.
Come on.
- [Zee] It's the necklace.
The necklace has the power.
(dramatic music)
- Which way?
- Stay left.
(electronic buzzing)
Stop leading the way.
- Oh my god.
I found the ladder, come on.
- Oh god, thank god.
(both grunting)
Come on, hurry!
(dramatic music)
(electronic buzzing)
(mumbles)
Don't you got the keys, or what?
- If I did, you would
have had 'em by now.
- Shit.
- Can you hotwire it?
- I don't know, I don't know
how to fuckin' hotwire a car!
- Oh, my god.
- Shit, shit.
Oh, oh.
Where are you going?
Gen!
- Carlos?
Carlos?
Carlos?
Carlos?
Carlos?
(eerie music)
- Easy, there, easy.
- Where's Carlos?
- The genny broke down.
He had to go into town,
a for a few hours ago.
- Okay, please, you
have to help us.
There's, there's these people
they're trying to kill
us and our friends are--
- Slow down, slow down.
What happened to you kids?
- Please, we just need a ride.
- Look, look, please, please.
All our friends are dead.
You gotta help us.
- Okay, Carlos gonna
be hoppin' mad.
I told him I'd watch
the place for him, but--
- Who cares?
- Let me get my keys.
- Okay, thank you.
- Thank you.
(sighs)
- There's nothin'
out here for miles.
No phones or anything.
- Yeah, we should
probably drive faster.
- I know, okay.
You kids have been
through the mill.
- Yeah, yeah.
- You guys just
sit back and relax.
I'll get us there.
You wanna beer?
- No.
- Yes.
(can cracks)
(eerie music)
- Atta girl.
- Want some?
- You sure?
I can just image what you
kids been goin' through.
- We just wanna get out of Yuma.
- You and everybody else.
Either way you run from it,
it always brings ya back.
Sucks ya in.
My son was just like you.
Little younger,
bright as hell, though.
He was the world to me.
He meant everything.
Then he got into pussy hounding
and every direction
it pulled him.
Pulled him every
direction but home.
- Is this the way
to the highway?
- He's the kind of kid that'd
do anything for ya.
- What happened to him?
- Oh, uh,
he was killed by sluts
and junkies like you.
(thud)
- Ah!
Oh!
Oh!
Son of a bitch!
Oh, shit, Gen.
Gen, wake up.
(thud)
Ah!
Ah! Gen, Gen, you
drugged her, you asshole!
Gen, Gen.
- Zee?
Zee?
I know you're down here.
Show me where you at.
(ominous music)
Boy.
(dramatic music)
- Please.
We didn't do anything.
Please, don't.
Please don't hurt,
please, please, please,
I'm begging you.
Please.
- It's that kind of
ignorance got my son
Zachary killed in
the first place.
- No.
No, no.
Please, please.
(eerie music)
- I'm tired of hearin' you yap.
(dramatic music)
Now we're going for a ride.
(screams)
- [Gen] Oh my go.
Malik?
- [Malik] Gen, Gen.
- Oh!
Oh, Malik.
Malik?
- Gen, Gen.
Oh god, fuck.
Hold on, I'm coming, okay?
(groans)
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Gah!
Ah!
Fuck!
- [Gen] Malik.
- Are you okay?
(groans)
My legs.
Ah, god.
(groans)
- Ow.
- It's okay, it's okay.
(groans)
- We were there.
We were home.
Can you walk?
- Unh uh.
- Okay.
That little man.
Was he one of them?
- Whatever he is,
he controls it.
- It?
What do you mean, it?
- Everything.
Oh, this sucks.
What a horrible day.
(groaning)
What are you doing?
- I'm looking for hollows.
- Oh, god.
(groans)
Oh, it hurts.
- Malik.
I think I got it.
It's a tunnel.
It's a tunnel.
Oh, my god.
Come on.
Help me, if you can.
Ow.
(groaning)
(eerie music)
Stay awake.
Stay the fuck awake, okay?
(dramatic music)
You want out.
You want out, don't you?
They all want out.
(ominous music)
(groaning)
(footsteps)
(grunting)
Come on, come on.
(whispering)
- Now.
(growling)
(electronic buzzing)
- Come on, stay with me.
Come on.
- Okay.
- Malik, come on.
(growling)
(groaning)
(glass shatters)
It was always supposed
to be us, wasn't it?
- What?
- You and me, together.
- Gen.
I hope so, if we
make it out of this.
- We're gonna make it.
Come on, come on.
We're gonna make it.
- Can't.
- Yeah, you can, come on.
-Can't.
- Yes, you can.
We have to, come on.
(ominous music)
Oh, shit.
- He didn't have to go that day.
He said he was getting better.
- I know, I know,
I've been there.
Listen, it just--
- The papers
said how he was
just another mule.
Drug dealer.
Another waste.
That waste was my son.
- No, no, he wasn't evil.
He wasn't a waste.
He was kind and--
- You don't know my son.
- How do you think we got here?
- What?
- He's an Intermedio.
- And you're next.
- He was just a kid.
- You shut your damn mouth.
- Stop it now!
- Get back to your room.
- Gen, Gen, the necklace.
Remember the kid, the necklace.
- No!
No, no, that's mine!
You give me that,
you give me that.
That's mine.
I have it!
It's mine, it's mine,
it belongs to me.
Ah!
(groaning)
- Malik, you okay?
(eerie music)
- It's mine!
Give it to me!
No, why?
Why?
(whispering)
Why?
Ah!
Ah!
(screams)
(whooshing)
(whispering)
(melancholy music)
- Goodbye, Wes.
- Where you guys headed?
- West.
- [Old Man] Yuma?
- Not any more.
- Get in.
- [Gen] If it's alright
with you, we're gonna
sit in the back.
(melancholy music)
(water splashes)
(sighs)
♪ Headed west
♪ Guess what's next
What do you have that for?
- For protection.
We gotta go to Disneyland.
That'd be fun.
(dramatic music)
(whispering)
(eerie electronic music)
(snap)
(whispering)
(child singing)
- Shhhh! Sh! Sh!
(ominous music)
(speaks foreign language)
(sighs)
(ominous music)
- [Billy] This better be
good shit, man, to climb
down this fuckin' hole.
- [Dayton] We go right, right?
- How the fuck should I know?
Hey look, if we get
lost on the way back,
at least we can get
pie-eyed for a few days, uh?
- Fuckin' come on, will ya?
- Look, I'm not a
drug dealer, Dayton.
My son's birthday is next week.
- [Dayton] This is
primo stuff, Billy.
You'd be able to buy
Matt like, a fuckin'
horse with this stash.
(ominous music)
(whispering)
- What? What?
Did it just get colder in here?
- There!
(growling)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
Blow, blow. They got me
messed up on death row.
- New toy?
- Oh come on, live
a little, wouldja?
- Oh, god.
- You gotta check
this bitch out.
- Pffftt.
Aren't you a little
old to playing army?
- Isn't it a little
early to be smoking pot?
(sighs)
(plate clanks)
- Where'd you get this, anyway?
- Wes.
(knock at door)
- Malik?
- Oh no.
I'm in here, babe.
- Hey, babe.
(smooches)
Satan.
(chuckles)
Please take them.
Ah.
- What happened to you?
- I fell.
- How many times?
- Yours, no doubt.
- It's bitchin', huh?
Oh, uh, Wes said he was
stoppin' by later, Em.
- How is Cappy?
- Uh, in bed, or in general?
- Whichever is the,
uh, quickest answer.
- Quick would definitely
be the answer.
(chuckles)
(rock music)
- Oh, fuck, speaking
of the devil.
♪ Son, don't make a scene
♪ I'm only here to tell you
♪ It's not me
♪ I think you need to look
♪ At the situation
♪ And embrace yourself--
(mumbles)
You know I have neighbors, man.
- Where?
- Come on.
- What's up?
What's with the gimp?
- Ha, she fell.
(chuckles)
- Evidently.
- Want some breakfast?
- No, fuck no, man, I'm way too
worked up to eat.
- And why is that, Cappy?
- I'm glad you asked, Crutches.
Come on.
Okay, so I was cleaning
out my uncle Carlos'
place the other day, you
know for some extra cash?
- [Malik] Crazy Carlos.
- Yeah, I mean,
whatever, whatever.
We've all seen and
heard the stories, but
check this out.
This is great.
- What are you gettin' at, man?
- Alright, I know
a guy, alright?
He said that he would
meet us halfway.
- Uh huh, halfway f-f-for what?
- For 200 pounds
of loveboat, okay?
Heeba cheeba.
And we man cometh.
- Dude, you're crazy.
We're connoisseurs, man, not--
- Not drug dealers.
- This ain't jama bama, okay?
The primo bud, the stuff that
we can get on the other side,
it's twice as good as
the stuff over in L.A.
I mean, not to mention,
half the price.
I mean, we could trade this,
this, this sweet leaf straight
up for cocaine in Pasadena.
- Cocaine?
- Yeah, bud's one thing.
Cocaine?
It's 10-15 upstate.
- [Barbie] I am
not a drug dealer.
- As usual, I mean,
you're not listening.
I mean, we're not gonna have
anything to do
with cocaine, okay?
I was just using it to
measure how good this weed is,
and how important this
trip is, comprende?
- Well, what's our take?
- [Barbie] Okay, you're
not really thinking.
- It's three grand a pound.
- Okay, that's a
whole lotta take.
- Un butt fucking believable.
This is amazing.
- [Malik] What is it, Gen?
- These are the tunnels
that our dads went into.
- [Barbie] And what?
- [Malik] And nothing.
Went south to Mexico
and never came back.
Sad fucking story.
- Okay, screw the shit
weed, you guys. You know
what this means, Em?
- [Barbie] What does that
mean? You know these tunnels?
- Yeah, she's been trying to get
me to go down in those tunnels
since our fathers...
(eerie music)
- This is our chance, Em.
I mean, it's fate.
Don't you wanna find out,
Em? I mean this is what
we've always talked about.
- No, that's what you've
always talked about.
- You're telling me you
don't wanna find out?
So you don't wanna know
if our dads just left us
for Mexico or if something
else happened in those tunnels?
(sighs)
- I'll go if you go.
(sighs)
- You sure you know
where this is?
- [Wes] Sure as shit.
- Where the hell are we?
And how do we know
this is even right?
(sighs)
(ominous music)
- This is right.
- Yeah, this, this
looks familiar, I think.
- That's what you
said and hour ago.
Look out!
- [Wes] Oh shit, shit, shit!
I think I hit him.
- [Barbie] Where the hell
did he go?
- [Gen] Malik, it's that,
it's that guy, it's him.
- [Malik] Dude, did you hit him?
- [Wes] Fuck, guys,
the truck won't start.
- [Barbie] I am not walking
with these crutches.
- [Wes] Quit your bitching.
It's right here.
(eerie music)
- [Wes] Come on, guys, hurry up.
(eerie music)
(snap)
(speaks foreign language)
- What did he say, Wes?
- He said, "Good luck."
"Have a good time, I
hope the foot heals."
- Well, I'm not even gonna
ask about the chicken.
- You don't,
you don't need to.
- Some Mexicans
believe that, you know,
the souls in the
body is the blood.
It's an offering.
- Okay, guys, can
we get on with this?
- They say that if you
catch a dead man's blood
before it hits the ground,
you get eternal protection.
(ominous music)
You can even control the dead.
(speaking foreign language)
(ominous music)
- Death row?
(sighs)
(speaking foreign language)
(ominous music)
- Shit.
- Yeah, it smells like
my grandma's house.
- Oh, this'll be fun.
What, what was that?
- Maybe it was
that crossing kid.
- Please don't start.
- Whoa, whoa, what crossing kid?
- Some father killed his
kid down here years back.
- Oh, and I thought
my dad was an asshole.
- Chill, we got enough juice
to get to the border and back.
- I hope you're not
afraid of the dark.
- Hooo hooo hooo whaaaa!
(ominous music)
- [Wes] Come on,
people, let's move.
- [Gen] Are you sure you
know where you're going?
- [Wes] I'm sure as
shit. It's a tunnel, alright?
You go straight.
- [Gen] I just don't want an
Intermedio crawling up my ass.
- [Wes] Oooh.
Is it wrong for me to
be aroused by that?
- [Barbie] Okay,
what's an Intermedio?
- [Wes] It's nothing.
It's, like, some
rural Mexican nada.
- [Gen] Trust me,
you don't wanna know.
- [Malik] Hey, I think she
deserves to know, come on.
- [Barbie] What?
What's going on?
- Let's move it, here.
- No, just tell me.
- Okay, El Intermedio, alright?
It's the in between.
It's like an old Spanish myth.
It's not a big deal.
- In between what?
- Alright.
They're stuck in between
the living and the dead.
I mean, the Spanish thought
that the El Intermedios
were, like, trapped
souls or some shit.
- So, what does this
have to do with us?
- These dudes are
in between existence
and, uh, they're in the dirt.
They're pissed off, so anybody
who comes through here is dead.
- [Barbie] Why didn't you
guys tell me about this?
- [Wes] Okay, listen, you don't
have to stay. You can go back.
- It's true, Barbie,
you don't have to stay.
- So, these in betweens are
walkin' around right now
down here in these
tunnels, I presume?
- So they say.
- Who's they?
- Urban legends, sweetie.
- And you believe this?
- Maybe I do.
- You know when you
see somethin' out
of the corner of your eye
and you look, and it's not
there? -Easy there, tiger.
- And you see a reflection.
And you look and you
realize it's yours,
but it's really not.
- So, how do you get away?
- You mean, how do kill
something that's already dead?
When you see it, you run, but
even then can't get away.
- So, when we die,
people like you and me,
this is what we become?
- Well, it depends on if you
believe in legends, sweetheart.
Arrrgh!
- Ah!
(chuckles)
- Okay, you are an asshole.
- Oh, come on.
Well, I mean, who's
my pretty girl?
Hmmm?
Who's my good girl?
Who wants to come ride in the
car with me?
- Okay, screw you.
- Unh, come on, I'm not
gettin' any tonight?
(ominous music)
- Hey, what are,
what are these things, here?
- Oh, those?
Those are um, those
are safehouses.
Halfway points in case
the cops bust the tunnel.
- Or the Intermedios
bust down the other end.
What?
You're the only ones
allowed to be twisted?
- Yeah.
- Yup.
(chuckles)
- Why don't you two
just get it over with
and just do it right now, hmmm?
- It's gotta be her
sweet ass, right?
- Thanks for noticing.
'Tis hard right now.
(ominous music)
- Wes?
Wes?
(eerie music)
(water bubbles)
Ugh.
What the fuck?
(breathing heavily)
- Ah!
(screams)
(chuckles)
- You, you dick!
Did you see there was this...
- Wes, you ass, my god.
- Look, I wasn't doin' anything.
I mean, Miss Skiboot
here's just a little jumpy.
- Well, Jesus,
can you blame her?
- There was,
I mean,
I don't know.
- Alright you guys.
Let's see.
Um, yeah the map says we're
supposed to go left, so,
so, we'll go left.
- Okay, alright, yeah.
Well, let's hurry it up.
How long 'til we meet
the contacts?
- Supposed to meet 'em halfway.
- Well, it's, it's
not exactly halfway.
- What do you mean, not exactly?
- Well, they got a
little spooked out
about coming the
whole way 'cause of
you know, the ghosts
and everything, so--
- Yeah, Wes, but you told us
we were gonna meet 'em halfway.
- Well, it's, it's, it's a
little more than halfway, now.
- What's a little more?
- Well, a few minutes
from their entrance.
- What?
- Okay, I think that
we should rethink this
and we should go back.
- Okay, there is nothing
to think about, here.
If we turn back now
we lose 60 grand,
alright and you lose,
you lose your farmhouse.
Alright?
A place to live and
your chance to get
out of that steel fuckin' town.
Alright? Gimme this.
I say we stop bitching,
and then we pick up the pace.
- Um, yeah, we're gonna
have to sprint outta here.
- Dude, you get that green
on your back it won't even
matter, alright?
It's all good.
Carlos is in on it, it's fine.
- I say, I say we go.
- [Barbie] But--
- But nothing.
We're going.
- You don't have
to listen to her.
- Uh, he doesn't have
to listen to you.
- Okay, this is Jerry fucking
Springer here, alright?
We're wasting time,
we're wasting green
and generator.
- Okay, let's do this.
(smooches)
- You didn't come back here
for the money, did you?
- No, actually, I just
wanna know that my father
didn't just run straight
the fuck to Mexico.
Come on.
What are you doin' here?
Come on, let's go, let's go.
(ominous music)
(glass shattering)
- So, what's your daddy
gonna say when he finds out
you're down here with us?
- I hope he never finds
me again, actually.
(mumbles)
- She doesn't have it
as easy as you think.
- Yeah, well, at
least she has a dad.
- You know what?
I miss him every day,
but I don't let it run my life.
Maybe you should try that, too.
(sighs)
(ominous music)
- [Gen] Malik, hey, wait up.
Hell.
So, uh, where's your girlfriend?
- Why you out of breath?
(eerie music)
- Is that Eternity
you're wearing?
- CK One, but close.
- Dismount.
(eerie music)
- What the ass?
- Ah!
- Gah!
(laughing)
- Almost even, now.
- Yeah, almost.
Holy fuck.
Don't ever do that.
(both scream)
Fuckin' prick.
You must be Jorge.
- Jew yen?
- Gen.
Fuck, now it's Barbie.
- You take a tumble
there, sweetie?
Where's your friends?
- You don't think our dads
coulda walked out, do you?
- Guilty.
- It's crazy.
You forget, you know,
all the little pieces.
What they were like.
How they acted.
- Yeah, I know, man.
I have, like, all these memories
and it's like, I don't
know if I'm even loved.
- Yeah.
- Today, wouldja?
So, you finally got
the balls to come
a little further
down the tunnel, huh?
- Okay, didn't think
you'd come through.
Now, bag, Cappy.
What's in there get
you and a thousand
of your friends
red-eye for a year.
- Oh, it smells like
teen spirit, man.
Ah, here we are.
That's my boy, Malik.
That's Jen.
This is um,
- Jorge.
- Jorge and...
(eerie music)
- So, how'd you wanna do this?
- Yeah, we're gonna split these
two bags between our four.
Gimme the bags, come on.
- You luck I pack in 8's.
- Man, if they could
see us now at juvi.
(ominous music)
(whispering)
- Hey.
You kids sure you're alone?
(speaks foreign language)
- That leaves two, honey.
- We gotta do this
again real soon.
- Yeah, I owe you a drink.
(whispering)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Wait.
- What the fuck, Al?
- Guys.
Guys.
- Down, Cujo.
- We're done here.
(whispering)
- Dude,
your eye.
- Whoa, did it just
get colder in here?
(eerie music)
(chains clanking)
(growling)
(screams)
(speaking foreign language)
(whispering)
(panicked chattering)
(ominous music)
(electronic buzzing)
- Let's go back.
- No, we go left, right?
- No, no, we came here
left, we go right.
- Turn this fucking hearse
around.
My foot is fucking killing me.
- Alright, look.
There's a safehouse like,
five minutes from here.
It's a lot quicker than Carlos.
- Are you even listening to me?
- Look, we don't even know
if that safehouse is there.
- I have a broken foot.
- Pipe the fuck down.
- Me? What about you?
You're the one who's
always fucking yapping.
- Listen, we got bigger
problems here, lady.
- Oh, easy for you to say.
- You know what?
Shut the fuck up, alright?
God.
- Now, hold on.
Just what the hell
happened back there?
- How do you expect
us to know, man?
- Well, you still got your
money.
(speaking foreign language)
Look like a mother
fucking ambush to me.
- Oh, dude, look, alright?
Nobody ambushed nobody, okay?
- Then why is there a chain
through my boy back there?
- I don't know.
- Listen, we don't know shit.
- Well, you got five
second to make shit
something you do know.
- Look.
We just wanna go home.
You can take whatever you want.
- Alright.
I'll take whatever.
I'll take your whatever
and I'll take his whatever.
I'll take whatever I fucking
want--
- You ain't takin' jack.
- We really don't have time
for this you guys, okay?
- You take your shit.
We take ours.
Fair?
- Let's go, Gen.
Let's go, come on.
- Fair?
- Come on, don't be stupid.
- [Gen] Fair?
(dramatic music)
- Alright, you know what?
I'm going east, okay?
- Let's just go back
the way we came.
- Oh my god, look.
Where does back take
us, sweetie, huh?
Where?
- Home.
- The safehouse is a
hundred yards from here.
- No, fuck that, alright?
We're going back
the way we came.
- No, Wes, no, we'll go--
- [Wes] Well, I'm still
going back the same way.
- Alright, let's go.
Come on.
See you on the other side.
(whispering)
- Ah!
Ah!
- Wes!
Wes.
Oh, Wes.
Oh god!
(growling)
- Ah!
- Wes, no, no!
(breathing heavily)
No! Wes!
Wes! Wes!
Oh my god!
Wes!
- Move, move.
(ominous music)
- Gen!
Malik!
What the ass, man?
- Wes! Wes!
- What's happening?
Where is he?
- He's gone!
- Wes!
- Come on, move!
(eerie music)
- Shit!
Shit shit shit!
Bag of dicks!
- Go, go!
- [Barbie] Stop!
- [Gen] What?
- Just stop, okay? I thought you
said this was the fastest way?
- It is on the map!
- Well, let me see it.
- Wes has it.
- Nope.
Look, look.
Alright?
Quicker, okay?
(speaking foreign language)
- North is always north.
You don't turn the map around
when you turn around.
- I am not moving another inch.
- Oh my god!
Not now, okay?
- You know what?
We're all in the same
situation here, princess, okay?
- Look, she's hurtin' right now.
- Really?
- Look, I just--
- I just nothing. You know what?
You don't always have to take
her side, okay?
- Oh, Gen, look.
Do you see any
goddamn sides, here?
- We're stuck in a
fucking tunnel, Malik.
- Well maybe we can
just dig our way out.
- Yeah, you get right at that.
- Alright, look, guys.
Calm, calm, okay?
(speaking foreign language)
- What is that asshole saying?
- He saying for you to
get off your ass and move.
Come on, let's go back.
- Yeah, maybe you're right.
We should just go back.
- No, we should stay
here and wait it out.
- Can you hear yourself?
- Well, somebody's
bound to come down here.
- Nobody is coming.
- Alright!
Listen!
- No, no, no, youlisten. We
listen to you last time.
Look where it got us. We
go back now it's gonna
take twice as long.
We move forward,
according to the map.
- Where are you going?
- Forward!
(dramatic music)
(gunshots)
- Hey! Hey!
No.
Look, there's nothing there!
- No, I am not going with him.
I'm not going anywhere with him.
Nowhere!
- Listen, he knows these tunnels
better than we do, alright?
- I am not going with him!
- Do you man?
Do you?
- Dude, there's nothing there.
- Oh fuck.
(electronic buzzing)
(ominous music)
(gunshots)
Stop it!
- [Barbie] Stop it!
- Listen, listen.
There is nothing there!
Let's go.
Let's go.
- Eenie, meenie, miney, mo.
My mother punched your
mother in the thigh.
What color was the blood?
(ominous music)
- Shit.
Unh uh, we have to keep,
we have to keep going.
- What's the point?
- Oh my god.
- You never stop, do you?
- Gen.
Where are you going?
Gen!
- [Gen] To find an exit.
- Come on, get up.
Come on, come on.
Jesus Christ!
Come on.
- [Gen] I think I found a door!
Come on!
- [Malik] Fuck.
- [Wes] Hey, you guys, Gen?
Malik? Malik?
Where am I?
Hey!
What?
Malik?
Gen?
- Hey, come here.
- No, don't touch me.
(speaking foreign language)
Stop it, leave me alone.
Alright, alright, alright.
(ominous music)
Please, please!
Let us out!
Please!
(growling)
Please!
- Come on, girl, seriously.
We're wasting time.
There's nothing up there.
None of this is right.
- Barbie, come on!
There's another safehouse, okay?
(ominous music)
(screams)
(gasping)
- Oh, shit.
- Let's go!
- Fuck you, man.
- We're not leavin' her.
- Then we're leaving you!
- Oh my god, come
on, Em, we gotta go.
(eerie music)
Come on! Come on!
Malik!
Let's go.
(eerie music)
- Ah!
(mumbles)
- The blood, god!
Wes!
- Jesus fuck, what
happened to your hands?
- We gotta keep movin' guys.
We gotta keep movin', come on!
Go!
-We have to go back to Carlos.
- There's no way!
The door's jammed.
- Then we unjam it.
- There! There!
(breathing heavily)
- [Wes] Will somebody
please tell me how he got
his fingers cut off?
- Alright, let's go, let's go.
Oh, shit.
(electronic buzzing)
(ominous music)
- Oh, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
- Oh!
- Never too old, apparently.
- Why don't you wait a little
longer for that next time?
- Well, I only
got this one, so--
- You okay?
- Let's go.
- Gimme that, bitch.
- If we're gettin' outta here
it's because of me, fucker!
- Yeah, you've done a
real bang-up job so far.
Ah!
(screaming)
what's going on, here?
-I don't know, you tell
me. You got us into this shit!
- Shut your dikehole, you
wanted this just as much as
I did!
- Wes, what the fuck is wrong
with you, man? What the fuck?
- Fuck you ass--
(hollering)
- Where's the little guy?
- What little guy?
- The little guy!
Your fuckin' partner, man!
(speaking foreign language)
(ominous music)
- The little skinny guy.
- There was no other one!
- Oh, fuck it, just go, go!
Come on!
(panicked chattering)
- Fuck, man, shit.
You telling me (mumbles)
(all hollering over each other)
Shit, let me find the door.
- Fuck!
What are we gonna do?
(ominous music)
- What the ass?
(grunts)
(bird caws)
- The front door is
locked, man.
- Well, unlock it.
- It's locked
from the inside.
- What do you mean? Who would
lock the door from the inside?
- Someone who doesn't
want whatever's in to get out.
- They should have
locked the windows.
- [Gen] No!
- Don't!
(gunshots)
- Oh, so smooth!
- Chill!
- No, you chill.
How do we know he's
not one of them?
- Hey, I'm bleeding
here, aren't I?
- What is one of them, huh?
What is one of them?
- Ah!
I need a joint.
If you're dead, you won't
feel a thing.
- Don't be stupid, Wes.
He got us here.
(eerie music)
- Shhh! Shhh!
(breathing heavily)
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Do you hear that?
Do you hear that?
Barb.
(growling)
Oh my god, it's Barb!
It's Barb!
Ah! Ah!
We gotta get outta here!
Ah!
Fuck!
Fuck!
(screaming)
what's going on?
- Listen.
- What's going on?
- I know we gave
each other shit,
she was cool and it was quick
and, and we gotta get
our shit together and go.
- Shut your fucking mouth, Gen.
- What the hell was that?
- Why don't you fucking
figure it out, huh?
(coughs)
(dramatic music)
- Wes?
Wes?
Wes?
(speaking foreign language)
(grunting)
- God.
Fuck.
Tell me why.
Why would somebody
board up a door from the inside?
- They don't leave home.
You wanna go get your girl.
- What made you think
that'd be a good idea?
- I'm scared, Wes.
- Me, too.
(dramatic music)
Ah!
- Wes!
Wes!
Wes!
(groaning)
Ah!
- Gen, Gen, Gen, where is he?
Where is he?
Shit!
(growling)
Wes!
Wes!
Wes!
(growling)
(screams)
- Malik!
- What lives in this room?
Whoever's in this room
he got backed into the corner
and whatever's doing this
will head back to the corner.
- Look around, Em, this whole
house is a fucking corner.
- Wes!
Ah!
- Shit!
(screams)
Jorge?
Jorge?
(eerie music)
- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
We, we gotta go back down.
- What?
- The tunnel.
It has two ways out.
We gotta go back down.
- You gotta be out of your
fucking mind.
- Oh shut the hell up, for once,
and think before you talk!
There's no way out of here!
There are two ways
out down there.
- Yes, well, Wes said
the door was jammed
and that kid and whatever
the hell that was
that was all down there!
- There's two of
us left, sweetie.
We're running, we're
running out of doors
and a jammed door is
better than nothing, okay?
(screams)
Wes?
Come on.
- Wes?
Wes?
Wes?
- They're already here.
- Who?
- Them.
- Ah!
- Wes?
- Come on, man.
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
(grunting)
- Where are you going?
- We gotta go back down.
Oh, shit!
Okay, okay, okay.
There's gotta be another way.
We gotta go.
Come on, come on!
(grunting)
Fuck.
(breathing heavily)
- Remember I said I knew
you in another life?
I was here that day.
I saw your fathers go down.
I saw you in the truck.
- What do you mean,
you were there?
- I remember pieces.
I was in the farmhouse
with my Uncle Carlos.
I saw you drive up.
I saw many guys drive up.
No one ever came out.
We're all gonna
die like they did.
- We're not dead, yet, Captain.
- Who are you
trying to convince?
I see, I see things
coming out of the tunnel.
I see things.
- Things, or people?
- El Intermedio.
(ominous music)
- You knew about this?
And you brought us here anyways.
Right on.
- I don't know what
I knew, alright?
The brain, it fucks with you.
Shit, man, I mean, you
guys just go, alright?
This, this ship is sinking.
- You're comin'.
- [Wes] You take of her.
You take care of her.
(ominous music)
- No, no, Wes, man.
You take care of
her yourself, man,
you're gonna make it.
- Come on Wesley, don't
pull this shit now.
- Give me that gun.
- Bro, I'm sorry, man,
but I can't do that.
- I'm not gettin' outta here!
You guys just go.
- We're not leavin'.
- Yes, you are.
(sighs)
- What are you doing?
- Opening a door.
- You go to that door.
- Wes.
- You go.
Who's my pretty little girl?
Who's my good little girl?
Who wants to go in
the car with me?
- Screw you, alright?
(chuckles)
- That's the bitch I remember.
That's the bitch.
(eerie music)
(screams)
- Wes!
Get the fuck outta here!
Come on!
(eerie electronic music)
(uptempo music)
Come on!
Hurry!
Through here.
Go! Go!
- It's the same article.
- Yeah.
It's the crossing kid.
Seth Widenski
memorial to be held
at Fetterson's Funeral Home
Friday, November 6th, 1976.
- Okay, we gotta
start thinking, here.
There's gotta be another way.
Yeah.
Move out of the way, okay?
Ah!
(grunting)
(thudding)
Come on! Ah! Come on!
Gen!
Hurry! Hurry!
(ominous music)
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
(both grunting)
(breathing heavily)
(ominous music)
Where do you think they went?
- I'd give it some more
before they're coming back.
(eerie music)
(knocking)
- It's hollow.
- So?
- Well, you don't have to live
in a trailer all your life to
know what that means.
Ah!
Help me, here.
(grunting)
Okay, come on.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Malik?
Malik?
(screams)
(eerie electronic music)
I can't see.
- Shhhh!
- Oh, it's freezing!
What's that smell?
It's fucking freezing in here!
(mumbles)
What?
- The cold.
(mumbles) preserves the bodies.
(dramatic music)
(screams)
- Oh!
My god, Malik!
- Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen, Gen.
Stay with me, it's okay.
It's okay.
Come on.
Don't look, honey, don't look.
It's okay.
It's okay.
♪ Headed west
♪ Guess what's next
♪ Doors open and doors close
♪ Blow, blow, don't you know
♪ That we got me all
♪ Messed up on death row
Gen, look at me.
Look at me.
- I want to go home, Em.
- That's what we're gonna do.
That's what we're
gonna do, okay?
Okay?
- What are you doing?
- We gotta stack the bodies,
barricade the door,
so that way we only have
one entrance to guard.
- This ain't right.
(breathing heavily)
- How do you know what
right means anymore?
(dramatic music)
- Did you see that?
- What?
- It was a...
(screams)
- It's all good.
It's all good.
Stay with me, it's okay.
It's okay.
Come on.
Come on, help me, okay, come on.
- Shit.
- Come on.
- If I don't get out--
- We're gonna get out.
- Pack your bags, head west
to the ocean.
Never look back.
(shivers)
(thud)
(both scream)
- Alright, come on.
- You really see that?
The kid's, he's, he's not,
he's not alive, he's not.
- I don't think he knows that.
Let's go, come on.
Come on.
- [Zee] It's the necklace.
The necklace has the power.
(dramatic music)
- Which way?
- Stay left.
(electronic buzzing)
Stop leading the way.
- Oh my god.
I found the ladder, come on.
- Oh god, thank god.
(both grunting)
Come on, hurry!
(dramatic music)
(electronic buzzing)
(mumbles)
Don't you got the keys, or what?
- If I did, you would
have had 'em by now.
- Shit.
- Can you hotwire it?
- I don't know, I don't know
how to fuckin' hotwire a car!
- Oh, my god.
- Shit, shit.
Oh, oh.
Where are you going?
Gen!
- Carlos?
Carlos?
Carlos?
Carlos?
Carlos?
(eerie music)
- Easy, there, easy.
- Where's Carlos?
- The genny broke down.
He had to go into town,
a for a few hours ago.
- Okay, please, you
have to help us.
There's, there's these people
they're trying to kill
us and our friends are--
- Slow down, slow down.
What happened to you kids?
- Please, we just need a ride.
- Look, look, please, please.
All our friends are dead.
You gotta help us.
- Okay, Carlos gonna
be hoppin' mad.
I told him I'd watch
the place for him, but--
- Who cares?
- Let me get my keys.
- Okay, thank you.
- Thank you.
(sighs)
- There's nothin'
out here for miles.
No phones or anything.
- Yeah, we should
probably drive faster.
- I know, okay.
You kids have been
through the mill.
- Yeah, yeah.
- You guys just
sit back and relax.
I'll get us there.
You wanna beer?
- No.
- Yes.
(can cracks)
(eerie music)
- Atta girl.
- Want some?
- You sure?
I can just image what you
kids been goin' through.
- We just wanna get out of Yuma.
- You and everybody else.
Either way you run from it,
it always brings ya back.
Sucks ya in.
My son was just like you.
Little younger,
bright as hell, though.
He was the world to me.
He meant everything.
Then he got into pussy hounding
and every direction
it pulled him.
Pulled him every
direction but home.
- Is this the way
to the highway?
- He's the kind of kid that'd
do anything for ya.
- What happened to him?
- Oh, uh,
he was killed by sluts
and junkies like you.
(thud)
- Ah!
Oh!
Oh!
Son of a bitch!
Oh, shit, Gen.
Gen, wake up.
(thud)
Ah!
Ah! Gen, Gen, you
drugged her, you asshole!
Gen, Gen.
- Zee?
Zee?
I know you're down here.
Show me where you at.
(ominous music)
Boy.
(dramatic music)
- Please.
We didn't do anything.
Please, don't.
Please don't hurt,
please, please, please,
I'm begging you.
Please.
- It's that kind of
ignorance got my son
Zachary killed in
the first place.
- No.
No, no.
Please, please.
(eerie music)
- I'm tired of hearin' you yap.
(dramatic music)
Now we're going for a ride.
(screams)
- [Gen] Oh my go.
Malik?
- [Malik] Gen, Gen.
- Oh!
Oh, Malik.
Malik?
- Gen, Gen.
Oh god, fuck.
Hold on, I'm coming, okay?
(groans)
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Gah!
Ah!
Fuck!
- [Gen] Malik.
- Are you okay?
(groans)
My legs.
Ah, god.
(groans)
- Ow.
- It's okay, it's okay.
(groans)
- We were there.
We were home.
Can you walk?
- Unh uh.
- Okay.
That little man.
Was he one of them?
- Whatever he is,
he controls it.
- It?
What do you mean, it?
- Everything.
Oh, this sucks.
What a horrible day.
(groaning)
What are you doing?
- I'm looking for hollows.
- Oh, god.
(groans)
Oh, it hurts.
- Malik.
I think I got it.
It's a tunnel.
It's a tunnel.
Oh, my god.
Come on.
Help me, if you can.
Ow.
(groaning)
(eerie music)
Stay awake.
Stay the fuck awake, okay?
(dramatic music)
You want out.
You want out, don't you?
They all want out.
(ominous music)
(groaning)
(footsteps)
(grunting)
Come on, come on.
(whispering)
- Now.
(growling)
(electronic buzzing)
- Come on, stay with me.
Come on.
- Okay.
- Malik, come on.
(growling)
(groaning)
(glass shatters)
It was always supposed
to be us, wasn't it?
- What?
- You and me, together.
- Gen.
I hope so, if we
make it out of this.
- We're gonna make it.
Come on, come on.
We're gonna make it.
- Can't.
- Yeah, you can, come on.
-Can't.
- Yes, you can.
We have to, come on.
(ominous music)
Oh, shit.
- He didn't have to go that day.
He said he was getting better.
- I know, I know,
I've been there.
Listen, it just--
- The papers
said how he was
just another mule.
Drug dealer.
Another waste.
That waste was my son.
- No, no, he wasn't evil.
He wasn't a waste.
He was kind and--
- You don't know my son.
- How do you think we got here?
- What?
- He's an Intermedio.
- And you're next.
- He was just a kid.
- You shut your damn mouth.
- Stop it now!
- Get back to your room.
- Gen, Gen, the necklace.
Remember the kid, the necklace.
- No!
No, no, that's mine!
You give me that,
you give me that.
That's mine.
I have it!
It's mine, it's mine,
it belongs to me.
Ah!
(groaning)
- Malik, you okay?
(eerie music)
- It's mine!
Give it to me!
No, why?
Why?
(whispering)
Why?
Ah!
Ah!
(screams)
(whooshing)
(whispering)
(melancholy music)
- Goodbye, Wes.
- Where you guys headed?
- West.
- [Old Man] Yuma?
- Not any more.
- Get in.
- [Gen] If it's alright
with you, we're gonna
sit in the back.
(melancholy music)
(water splashes)
(sighs)
♪ Headed west
♪ Guess what's next
What do you have that for?
- For protection.
We gotta go to Disneyland.
That'd be fun.
(dramatic music)
(whispering)
(eerie electronic music)