Cabin Fever (2002) Movie Script

Hey, boy.

Hey, boy!

Come on, boy.

Hey!

Hey, fella.

- Whoo!

No more fucking finals!

Hey, don't do it!

Don't go to college.

It's a fucking scam.

It fucking sucks!

- Bert, got any more smokes?

- No.

Bert: So I'm fat. So what?

I hope she's not anorexic.

Put her there, sport!

What's the matter?

Cat got your tongue?

- Jesus!

- God damn it, Dennis, no!

No, Dennis, no!

No, don't hit him

or anything.

Everybody knows not

to sit next to Dennis.

- He'll give you tetanus.

- Maybe you should make a sign.

There's a stream around back,

if you want to wash your hand.

I'll get you a towel.

Hey, pal,

do you think it's a smart idea

leaving your kid here

where he might be

a danger to people?

What are you saying exactly?

I'm just saying,

if such an incident

were to bring about a "lawsuit,"

- you might be held liable.

- Jeff, save it for law school.

Cute kid.

Hey.

What's your name?

Yeah!

Man: If you're interested

in really good glasswork,

it's cheap,

but it's an antique.

Some of those bottles

up there

are dated

before the Civil War.

And over there,

I used to have-

in that empty space,

I used to have

some of the prettiest

Shirley Temple bottles I've ever seen.

And this woman came in here

with the palsy, the poor soul.

She thought

they were so cute,

and she reached for them

and knocked every one down

and broke them all

to damn pieces.

So I took her in the back and gave her

some coke and ammonia.

I thought she was

gonna have a spell.

We should get something

for your mom to say thanks.

How about some fox piss?

- My mom would love fox piss.

- Oh Lord, don't drop that.

If you do,

that's powerful stuff.

All the foxes around

would come down here.

You'd have friends

you'd never had before.

You all here for a vacation?

Jeff: Yeah, we're renting

a cabin for a week.

That's nice. And if you go

in the woods...

- be very careful.

- Why, what's in the woods?

Tommy, get those kids

their sandwiches.

They're all wrapped up.

- So, what's the fox urine for?

- That's for foxes.

- What's the rifle for?

- That's for niggers.

Okay, let's see.

Let's give you those sandwiches now.

I think we're about ready

to get y'all out of here.

- That's $56 even.

- Okay.

Anything I can do

for you, friend?

No, I think that's...

Thank you.

You all have

a good vacation now.

- You too.

- Come back and see me.

Thanks a lot, man.

You have a nice day.

Jeff: Did that guy

just say, "nigger"?

Marcy: Yeah, you

don't have to repeat it.

You can call it the "n" word.

Hey.

Boy, you want to give me

one good reason

why you would steal

a Snickers bar.

The nougat?

Sorry, man.

My bad.

All right. Enjoy.

Thanks.

What?

Moron.

Jeff:

What's wrong with you, dude?

Bert: Sorry.

I should burn his fucking

store down, the racist fuck!

- Marcy: All right, make a left.

- Jeff: Here?

- Marcy: Make a left.

- Jeff: Where else am I gonna go?

- Jeff: Oh, and then down here...

- Bert: Stop the car!

Stop, stop!

I left my Mott's apple juice

back at the store!

- Women: Oh my God.

- Come on!

- Paul: No, we're not going back.

- Come on!

Paul: I'm sure this river

is in the map, right?

Yes!

Paul: There's no way

that this is on the map.

Karen: It is on the map.

Do you want to look?

This map's for Cincinnati.

Karen: Shut up.

Jeff: Fine, fuck it.

We'll go this way.

Marcy:

Oh my gosh. Wow.

"Welcome, y'all.

Enjoy your vacation

from all of us

at Bunyan Mountain Getaways."

Oh my God, Jeff,

check it out.

It's so cute- this little room,

this little bed...

lts view is so beautiful.

The view of the shrubs...

and the bush

and the antlers.

It's gonna be so perfect.

We're here for a week,

and there's no one

to bother us.

Who's up for a dip?

We're- they're-

Yeah. Safe sex.

- Eh, Paul?

- Yeah?

Have fun.

It's kind of sweet,

you know?

They seem pretty in love.

Bert, what the hell is that?

Huh? I'm gonna go shoot

some squirrels.

Why would you want

to kill squirrels?

- 'Cause they're gay.

- Don't be a fucking retard.

Kidding. I don't care if

they're gay or straight.

- I'll kill them either way.

- Will you be careful with that?

Would you relax, man?

It's a fucking BB gun. Relax.

Sorry.

So, Karen...

how long have we

known each other?

Seventh grade, right?

Yeah.

I was thinking, we've known

each other for so long,

and even though we-

Karen: That's hot!

And, even though we've

always been good friends,

we never actually-

I've always thought

you were really cool.

Hey, race you to the raft.

?? La la la la la

la la la la ??

?? La la la la la

la la la la la la... ??

Fuck!

Jeff: Oh my God!

?? La la la la la

la la la la la la... ??

Oh, feels fucking great!

- You like that?

- Yeah!

Jeff: I'm sorry.

Oh yeah!

So you know Ken Webb?

Yeah.

Short, greasy Ken.

The guy with the CDs, right?

Yeah.

He tried to kiss me.

- He did?

- Yeah.

Two days ago.

This guy I've known

for 12 years,

he's a family friend.

He puts his hands

on my face,

full-on tongue!

It was so gross!

Why, was it gross because

you've known him for so long or...

'cause he's gross?

No, it was definitely him.

I don't know. When you've known

someone a long time,

you just want to kiss them just

to see if they're a good kisser.

There's nothing wrong

with that, right?

No.

- Where are you going?

- What's it look like?

- I thought we were kissing.

- Yeah, we were.

So-

so what, you like me now?

Is this like a date?

Don't be gay.

Come back, Mr. Woodchuck.

I'm gonna get you now.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

I'm sorry, man.

What?

- Why did you shoot me?

- I thought you were something else.

I didn't- fuck!

- Are you all right?

- I'm s-

sick.

- I need help.

- Oh man.

I'll get you

some help, all right?

I'll be right back.

I got a car.

Oh fuck.

Oh please, help me.

- Fuck.

- I'm sick. I need water.

Just lay down.

Don't move, man.

- Water.

- I'll get you water.

Just stay-

don't come near me, okay?

Is that your-

- is that your cabin?

- No!

Just stay there!

Please, stay there.

Don't make me

fucking shoot you, man.

Just stay the fuck back,

please!

Fuck!

What the fuck, man?

Where were you?

You gonna burn the whole

fucking place down?

What are you,

Smoky the Clown now?

Don't you mean,

Smoky the Bear?

Whatever.

This is horseshit, man.

- It's a fireplace.

- How old are you?

Can't you be responsible

for anything?

We can't leave you alone

for five minutes

without you destroying something!

What were you shooting at?

I heard a squirrel.

I was just looking for a squirrel.

- A squirrel?

- Yeah.

- Fucking idiot.

- Jeff: To stick up his ass.

Jeff: Why don't you

tell us the story?

What are you gonna roast

on that thing?

Come on, Paul,

tell them story.

No, I can't.

It's a traumatic experience.

- I don't want to talk about it.

- We like traumatic stories.

- Not about me, but...

- Trauma bonds people.

- You can tell us.

- It bonds those who go through it,

- not the people you tell it to.

- Tell the fucking story!

All right!

So there's this bowling alley

when we were growing up.

You guys might remember it-

Lenny Meads Brighton Bowl?

It was in Brighton, right?

That's probably why it was

called Brighton Bowl.

We used to go there

for birthday parties

or with my dad

for the weekend.

This one time, I asked

my dad if we could go.

He's like, "No.

The bowling alley's closed."

This marshmallow's so burnt!

It turned out there had

been a break-in.

All the employees

were held at gunpoint.

After they had been

gagged and beaten,

they were tied to chairs.

The chairs...

they were set in a circle,

so that way everybody

was forced to watch

everybody else.

And then the robber,

this sick maniac,

he goes and finds one of those

little ball-peen hammers.

And then one by one...

he smashed the backs

of their heads open with the hammer.

Everyone had to watch

their friends die,

knowing that they'd

soon be next.

Ball-peen...

The guy doesn't stop there.

He breaks out the fire axe.

The alarm goes off...

he doesn't give a shit.

He hacked off

all of their limbs.

The cops found six

bloody torsos

tied to the bowling seats.

Blood everywhere...

Turns out the guy was

some disgruntled employee.

That was

my childhood playground.

Bert, you asshole,

it's not funny.

Yes it is,

you fucking slut.

Jeff?

What?

Tell them about

the happy bald guy.

- No, I can't take it.

- He gave us our shoes

and quarters for

the video games.

There was a room with

a pool table,

but my dad wouldn't

let us go there.

The bald guy was always happy,

always smiling.

But the killer

got him too.

When the cops searched

the place,

they found hacked off limbs

at the end of the bowling lanes.

The guy had bowled

people's organs.

Arms, legs, everything.

They found the bald guy's head

in the ball return.

- He was still smiling.

- Oh, no.

I knew you were full of shit!

You suck!

No! It was in the paper.

I swear!

I'm laughing because

Jeff is an asshole

and he's making me laugh.

I swear...

I loved this place.

I still remember the sounds...

the cracking,

the bouncing.

The smell of the shoes,

the sound of the Q-Bert machine...

Holy shit!

What are you doing?!

- I'm cool.

- Are you spying on us?

- I'm cool.

- Is your dog friendly?

Yeah, he's cool.

This is Dr. Mambo.

Here, boy.

Come on, Dr. Mambo.

Is it "Dr." like a physician

or a professor?

Yeah, he's a professor...

of being a dog.

Oof! Faced!

Scratch-moded.

It's a positive bonfire.

Got room for one more?

Actually, we were having a private

conversation, if you don't mind.

That's cool.

I guess I'll smoke

all this weed by myself.

All: No, no.

It's fine.

It's not that private.

Awesome.

Yeah, sit right here.

Bert: I think he's gonna

fuck her.

Guy: Awesome.

- Wait, so your name was...

- Justin...

- but you can call me "Grim."

- Grim.

Like Grimace?

"Grim" is my skating name.

I got it in Berkeley while

competing in the X-Games.

Really? Karen's going

to go to Berkeley.

Dude...

awesome.

I love Berkeley.

People there are so wacked.

I met these guys and they had me

fucked up for five days straight.

They wouldn't let me drink

anything but beer.

Yeah, I've done that,

except I did it with JD.

Karen's got a great idea.

We should only drink beer

for the rest of the trip.

I could probably do that,

but I doubt you could.

I'll bet you. I can only drink

beer the rest of the trip.

If I drink anything else,

you can have the rest of my supply.

All right, you're on.

We only drink beer.

Bert: You're on.

So, you're a skater?

Is that your occupation?

Oh, crap.

Party's over.

Hey Justin...

Grim...

you want to come inside?

I'd love to, but I left

all this shit outside my tent.

It's starting to rain,

if it gets fucked up,

it's like $4,000 worth

of shit pissed away.

How far away is your tent?

20 minutes away, but if I book

I can be back in 30.

- Cool. Bring the weed.

- I will.

Check you dudes later.

Come on, Dr. Mambo.

- Jeff: Freak.

- Karen: I thought he was funny.

Bert:

How did it work?

What do you mean "how"?

It had a hose...

a bunch of different settings,

pulse, power...

stream.

And you came every time?

Totally.

You can imagine my disappointment

the first time I had sex.

Tell me about it.

What's that supposed

to mean?

- I've got a better story.

- Paul: I'm sorry,

but no story is better

than Karen and the shower massage.

No, seriously.

One time I was masturbating...

and my dog came up

and started licking my balls.

Right as I came it stuck

its tongue up my ass.

That's serious fucking

masturbation talent right there.

Fucking good.

He'd better have brought more weed

or I won't let him in.

Relax, pal.

I'm coming.

His name's Grim.

Jesus Christ.

Help me...

please.

I need a doctor.

Oh shit.

Man: Doctor.

Yeah, all right.

Somebody grab a blanket

or something.

You...

you shot me.

No, no, no.

There's no way this contagious

fucker's coming in here.

- He's sick, for Christ's sake.

- You want him to come in here

and touch all of your shit,

your fucking soap...?

Let's throw him

a blanket or something.

- Or your douche?

- Let's drive him to a doctor.

He's not coming in!

We're out of range.

I'm not getting anything.

- Fuck!

- What's that?

- He's in the car.

What?

- Jeff: Motherfucker.

- Karen: Why's he fucking with us?

- Grab your gun.

Fuck!

Hurry up!

He's in the car already!

Get out of the fucking car!

Get out of there.

Get out of the car!

Get out!

Get out of the fucking car!

Fuck!

Get the fuck out!

Get out of there!

- Fucker!

- You shot the car!

What was I supposed to do?

Oh my God!

Fuck!

Paul: Shit!

Shit!

Oh!

- Get him!

- He's coming towards us.

Stop or I'll fucking

stab you!

Stop! Stop!

Back off.

Fuck off!

Leave us alone!

Fuck off!

I know. I know.

What else were we gonna do?

First he gets his shit

all over the car,

and I don't want him

touching me, you, or anybody.

I think the rain will

put him out.

He's dead anyway.

You saw that shit on him.

He looked like he was

skinned alive.

We have to tell the police

it wasn't our fault.

I think we should tell them now.

Calm down.

There's nothing we can do.

The car's fucked.

We need a mechanic. We'll find

somebody who knows one,

and then we'll report

the accident.

That's the keyword here.

It was an accident.

Paul: The guy's skin...

holy shit.

You should clean up some

of this shit while we're gone.

I'll save some for you guys.

- Just stick with the girls.

- What's that supposed to mean?

It means you're

a fucking pussy.

That's fucked up.

What's fucked up is you beating

the shit out of my truck.

What about the jag-off

with the rifle?

Did you forget about him?

We all fucked up that car,

don't just put it on me.

Good morning, boys.

Are you going

to kill each other now?

Where are you going?

To get help.

So...

Bert and Jeff are gone.

I know.

Last night was

a fucked up situation,

- and I think...

- That guy asked for our help.

We lit him on fire.

Can you understand if I'm not

in a particularly social mood?

I got scared.

I was...

I was just trying to help.

Karen...

I'm sorry, Paul.

Every time I close my eyes

I see him.

It was an accident.

The guy was going to die

anyway.

Better?

Yeah.

Thanks, Paul.

Jeff: Hello?

God damn it!

Hold it! You there!

Do you see this?!

Do you see this shit?!

We didn't see anything.

Tell Murray I can't eat this shit.

Some animal's been running around

infecting everything.

What am I supposed to do

with a sick hog? Huh?

I am not about to

eat that meat. Would you?

- No, I'm a vegetarian.

- None of this shit is good.

It's all sick.

It's all gotta go back.

I want me a new hog!

We were just looking

for a mechanic.

Mechanic?

You won't find one around here.

- You'll have to go to town.

- Bert: That's the thing.

Our car's busted,

so we can't get into town.

We need somebody to take

us into town

- so we can find a mechanic.

- Oh.

I've already been

in town today, sorry.

All right, if you do go back,

would you tell us?

We're staying at a cabin,

and...

we don't know Murray.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Yes, of course,

of course.

Why didn't you

just come out and say that?

Come on inside,

I've got a radio.

We'll call Ricky.

He's got a tow truck.

- Call Ricky.

- Ricky.

Sorry to bother you, but this

crazy guy came out of the woods

and tried to trash

our car.

Woman: Sounds terrible.

I have some juice.

So this person damaged

your car?

It was just this crazy hermit.

Real dangerous.

- We chased him away with bats.

- It wasn't Henry, was it?

Nah, shit, never.

Henry?

My cousin Henry.

He knows about that ordinance.

He wouldn't do something like that.

You hit him with a bat?

Both: No.

No, it wasn't Henry.

Our friend Walter, he got drunk.

One thing led to another...

- That's no good.

- Yeah.

I've got a great idea. Why don't

we take a walk down ourselves?

- It's really nice out.

- We'll just walk.

- I haven't seen the scenery.

- You sure? Ricky's awfully handy.

- Thanks for your help.

- Are you sure?

A little fresh air

sounds great.

We really appreciate your help.

Take care.

We burned Henry.

Fuck!

Hello?

Is anyone home?

Hello?

- Ah!

- Bert, you dick-nose.

- Shut up.

What the hell?

- Did you find anybody?

- No, nothing.

I followed the path

that the old guy ran,

but I couldn't find him.

He could still be alive.

No, it's impossible.

- Want any beef jerky?

- No, put it away.

- Why?

- It's not our house.

So?

- Did you find a phone?

- No.

I felt weird looking around.

There's nobody here.

We found this other place,

but...

there was

nobody there either.

I wonder if the cops

know about it yet.

I doubt it.

If they did know,

they'd have been

at the cabin by now.

Good morning.

Deputy Winston,

Bunyan County

Sheriff's Department.

Hi.

What can I do for you?

I'm on patrol

in my jurisdiction

and I heard there was a lot

of commotion here last night.

I wanted to know

what the story is.

Yeah, sure. Some guy tried

to break into our cabin.

And he was sick.

I don't know what kind

of disease he had,

but he was a mess.

I have to report this.

Yeah, totally.

My friends are out looking for

a neighbor so we could call you.

We don't have a phone here.

Everyone uses radios.

That's what I use.

Hey...

Looks like you guys were doing

some pretty good partying, huh?

Yeah, you know,

we were drinking...

and then this guy came along

and tried to break into

the cabin.

We had no choice

but to get rough.

I feel awful,

but he was going crazy.

He smashed into our car,

and then he wouldn't come out,

so...

we had to hit him.

We hurt him.

We were terrified.

We didn't know what to do.

That's why we went

to look for help-

Hey, man, I told you...

I'm gonna make a report.

Don't worry about it.

He ain't gonna come back.

Looks like you guys

scared him away pretty good.

I ain't gonna let him

ruin your fun.

Thank you.

My friend's inside right now

and she's pretty freaked out.

She wants to go home.

We all kind of do.

A lady friend, huh?

I bet you like to party...

with the ladies.

Karen: Paul?

Is everything okay?

Howdy, ma'am.

Everything's fine.

Just go back inside,

have yourself a big 40,

just party.

Umm...

okay.

Oh, Daddy, why are you

talking about leaving?

You've got to stay and party.

That's why we came here

in the first place.

I'm telling you,

this is a major party town.

- Really?

- Are you kidding me?

You know what it's like

when you go

to a new town

and you're the new guy?

All the girls see you

walking down the street...

they don't know you've got

five pounds of dangling meat.

They're looking for

no commitment.

- You understand what I'm saying?

- I've heard that theory before.

This is that town.

It's like when I go party

up at Wambusau.

My cousin goes to school there.

When I party at Wambusau,

I know I'm gonna get pussy.

Plus the girls there don't know

I'm a deputy.

So I know they're gonna

party hard with me.

Believe me, man,

they do.

That's too bad, I bet you ruled

this town before you had a badge.

Yeah, but a badge

makes you grow up quick.

Shit, this guy went and did

a number on your ride.

I'm gonna put out an APB.

We're gonna catch this guy.

Yeah, it wasn't totally him.

We hit it too.

But we were trying

to scare him away.

Could you get somebody

up here to fix it?

What do I look like?

An idiot?

I'll have someone up here

by tomorrow afternoon.

You're top priority.

You're the party man.

Do you realize how many

great parties we're gonna have?

Fortune's shining on you.

I know where all

the big parties are at.

Remember, my name is Winston.

You know how to

get a hold of me, right?

- 9-1-1?

- That's it, my man.

- Take it easy.

- Yeah.

Did he say he was gonna

report this shit or not?

I think he is.

He didn't make it seem like

we did anything wrong. He said

he'd get a tow truck up here.

- Sounds weird to me.

- The guy was weird.

Once he saw Karen,

he didn't want to leave.

Has Karen left her room yet?

No, she's still sleeping.

I don't know what's up with her.

She wants to get out of here

as soon as she can.

- Puts a kink in your plan, huh?

- What plan?

What plan?

The plan you've been trying

to execute

since eighth grade.

No, there's no plan.

Not anymore.

Whatever.

You guys are funny.

Fucking...

she likes you because you're nice

to her and she's nice to you

because she can control you.

- Fucking, you're nice to her...

- Bert, don't move.

Bert: Fuck.

- It's that freak's dog.

- Should I hit it?

- I don't know.

If you're gonna hit it,

hit it hard.

So where's Grim?

He's out there rotting.

There's some sick shit

in the woods and the hermit's

spreading it around.

I'm not waiting for

that deputy to come back.

- Let's get out of here now.

- Should we say something

on our way out, like, "By the way,

we burned some guy alive"?

- Yes.

- No.

- Jeff.

- Fine, we'll tell the cops.

We have to.

They're gonna figure it out.

The deputy knows something happened.

We're the only outsiders.

They're gonna trace it

back to us.

I feel nauseous.

Karen...

How soon can you

get us out of here?

I don't know if

I can fix the car.

I'm thinking I could

make it drivable,

we could drive into town

and tell them what happened.

And that'll be that, right?

But you're gonna have

to watch me with the gun.

I'm not gonna go out there

with that fucking dog around.

I need a bath.

Jeff's mom has

the stupidest ideas-

"Let's get a cabin."

So gay.

Hey.

Sorry. I didn't mean

to wake you.

That's okay.

I think Marcy made some chili.

I'm not hungry.

All right, then.

I'll let you go back to sleep.

No, wait.

Stay.

- Fuck.

- Why did you stop?

- Would you shoot him already?

Don't stop.

Keep working!

- Shoot it!

- If it gets closer, I can hit it.

Just keep working!

Oh my God!

Shit!

Marcy!

She's got it! She's sick.

Oh no, she's

fucking got it.

- Oh shit.

- I think I'm really sick.

Oh shit.

Stay in your fucking bed!

- Bert, can you help me?

- Calm down.

No! Get the fuck out!

Everybody out!

- Just get the fuck out!

- Bert, please!

- Stay in your fucking bed!

- I'm bleeding.

- Get the fuck out!

- Calm down!

- Can I go to the bathroom?

Listen, you bitch!

Get the fuck in bed!

- Leave her alone!

- Fucking bitch!

- What the fuck is your problem?

- She's your fucking friend!

She's sick!

She's not coming near me!

I'm doing this for you

and all you fucks!

- Don't leave me!

- Stop it!

- Bert, Bert... calm down.

- Oh God.

- Okay.

What?

Fuck you, guys.

Karen, I'm sorry.

We just don't want to get it.

- I'm going to die in here.

- Paul: No, you're not.

Karen, please.

We're going to get help now.

- What about that guy's dog?

- Someone'll keep watch with the gun.

We'll bolt the door shut.

Somebody'll be out here.

We won't leave you alone.

I want to go home.

Ah!

- Ah!

Karen?

Karen.

Come on, Karen,

you've got to eat.

Let me know if you need

anything else, okay?

Okay?

Better close the door,

Marcy.

I don't want

to infect everyone.

- Oh God.

- What are you doing?

My friend...

she's very sick.

- You are very sick.

- Oh my God, I'm sorry.

- No, I'm-

- That's my wife in there!

My friend's dying!

We need a phone, please.

- Get the fuck off my property!

- Shit!

- Git!

Where have you been?

Did you find anyone?

Well, come on inside.

Marcy made chili.

Nobody's hungry?

- What if Karen used those bowls?

- Jesus! I washed them!

He's right. I'm not gonna eat

until we get back to town.

Jeff: You know, any

of you guys could have it.

I know we checked, but I'm

not gonna sleep near you guys.

So go sleep in the car

and give us all a break.

The car?

That thing's a germ factory!

- I don't even want to ride in it!

- Calm down. I cleaned it.

- So why don't you sleep in it?

- Maybe I will!

You're right. We should

prepare our own meals.

Who am I? I'm melting!

I'm burning!

What's your problem?

You're gonna

burn down this place!

- What?

- You asshole!

- Fucking prick!

- Marcy: Stop it!

- Jeff!

- Motherfucker!

Shut the fuck up!

Christ!

I can't take it anymore!

Just no more yelling.

We can eat alone,

we can sleep alone. Whatever.

We have to talk to each other.

We have to work together.

Bert, you just lost the bet.

Shit!

Okay, Karen, he's gone.

We're gonna stay out here

all night for you, all right?

Karen?

Fuck!

Come on, let's go, everybody.

Hurry up!

The Jeep's running.

Jeff, come on!

Come on, Karen.

We've got to go.

I think I've got a fever.

Let's go!

Come on, Jeff,

let's go!

Come on, motherfucker!

All right...

put her in the back.

I don't think

we should sit next to her.

Fuck off!

Put her in the front, then.

No, I'm not driving

with her sitting next to me.

I'm driving.

Just get in the fucking car.

Fine.

Paul: Karen?

Karen, you okay?

- Marcy: Oh God, Karen.

Marcy: We've got to get her

to town. She's gonna die.

Paul:

She's not going anywhere.

Come on.

You guys coming?

Are you nuts?

She just infected the car.

- I'll take my chances, man.

- I can't leave Karen.

- Bert, you don't look so hot.

- I don't feel so hot either.

But the longer we sit here,

the more she lies and rots!

How sick are you?

Did that old guy touch you?

This is fucking horseshit!

Come on!

- Did he?

- Fuck this, man!

Bert: I'll get her

a fucking doctor.

Marcy: We should move her

back to the shed.

Oh God, she's bleeding again.

Don't move her.

It's okay, Karen.

We're gonna get help.

- Going somewhere?

- Anywhere but here.

Where the fuck do you think

you're going?

Jeff?

- Just let him go.

- Jeff!

Jeff!

Don't fucking

come near me. Stop!

I don't want to get sick.

I don't want any of us getting sick!

But you two fuckers

insist on touching her!

Now she's bleeding

all over both you guys.

So you two can fucking rot!

But not me!

No fucking way!

Not me!

Asshole!

Oh shit.

We're all going to get it.

We're all going

to get sick...

and Jeff's in the woods

getting drunk.

Bert's going to get help.

Karen will be fine.

I promise.

It's like being on a plane

when you know

it's going to crash.

Everyone around you

is screaming and yelling,

"We're going down!

We're going down!"

All you really want to do

is grab the person next to you

and fuck the shit out of them

'cause you know you're

gonna be dead soon anyway.

- You don't use condoms?

- Don't worry. I'm healthy.

Oh fuck!

Hello?

Somebody help! Hello!

What the hell

happened to you?

My friend, she's sick.

- You don't look so good.

- I know.

There's this disease.

I think all my

friends are getting it.

Do you know where

a hospital is around?

Yeah.

Stay right there.

Don't come any closer.

I'll get a doctor.

Bert: Thanks.

Pancakes!

- Pancakes!

- No pancakes.

- Pancakes!

- No pancakes!

Dennis, I told you

to stay on the swing!

Dennis!

Fuck!

God damn it!

What pancakes!

Why did you come here?

Now look what you've done.

I just need a doctor, okay?

Look what you've done

to this poor boy!

- What has he done to you?

- I just need...

a fucking doctor, man!

I already lost one boy.

I ain't losing another.

What if the doctors

can't fix my boy?

You get my boy sick,

it's the same as killing him.

- It's murder!

- What?!

You being sick,

that's your problem.

Now Dennis is sick,

that's my problem!

And if I get sick,

that's Lucille's problem.

So we got to stop

the problem.

We got to stop

the problem right now!

Fenster! Rifle!

Fuck you, man!

There are some kids in a cabin.

They got a disease.

They just gave it to Dennis.

We'll need the kit.

Jesus, Paul,

you did a number on my back.

I'm gonna go find Jeff

and we're walking out of here.

- What about Bert?

- I can't wait for him.

- I have to get out of here.

- What about Karen? Paul?

- Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Oh, fuck!

Shit.

Up here!

Help me!

- Bert!

- They're coming for you.

- Who? The deputy?

- No, the guy from the store.

I knew these kids were trouble

the minute they stole from Cad.

Good God.

They're doing sacrifices

or something.

This ain't Christian.

Good night, fucker!

Got him.

Jeff!

Jeff! It's the water!

Wherever you are,

don't drink the water!

Hello?

Jeff?

Jeff!

Jeff?

Fuck!

?? So cheer up,

things will get better... ??

Here, have a big beer.

Come on, drink up.

You've got some sexy hair.

You got sexy shoes, too.

Shit, what the fuck

happened to you, man?

The tow truck.

What happened to

the tow truck, Winston?

Oh shit.

The fucking party man.

I'm so fucking sorry

about the tow truck.

I sent it, it broke down.

I had to get a tow truck

to get that fucking

tow truck.

What do you need,

you need a ride?

Yeah.

Yeah, a ride would be good.

Radio: Winston!

- Winston, do you copy?

- Yes, sir, I copy.

I'm still looking for

that underage booze party.

Radio: Never mind.

We've got bigger problems.

Some kids up in a cabin

are on a killing spree.

There's two,

possibly three casualties.

They are armed and hostile.

Do not go anywhere near them!

They've got some kind of skin virus

that will eat you alive.

So if you do see them,

do not hesitate to shoot them.

- Do you copy?

- Yes. Can you repeat the last part?

I said, if you see the kids,

just shoot them on sight!

So, how about that ride?

What the fuck?

Just shoot him!

- Hey, I can't.

- You heard the walkie-talkie dude!

- The fucking gun is in the car.

- I just want to get into town.

- Why don't you just relax?

- Get away, fucking fruitcake!

You're not going anyplace!

- Fuck!

- Shit.

Come on, be cool.

Be cool.

Oh fuck!

You fucking idiot!

You just fucked up the whole

party, you fucking idiot!

The party's over, Winston.

Man: Son.

We need you to start

from the beginning.

Everybody's dead.

We need to know...

where you got this disease.

It was a guy

from the woods.

Oh God, he looked

like Bert's marshmallow.

Paul: He told me

he would get a tow truck.

I should have killed him too.

Doctor: We're not equipped

to handle a situation like this.

Cook County is

his only shot.

Fine.

You put him in the car...

and I'll take care of him.

Hey, look who's waking up!

The fucking party man!

I guess the party

ain't over, huh?

We have a long night

of partying.

- A long night.

- Water.

- I ain't got no water.

All I got's a 40.

But if you want some water,

I'll find some

for you, okay?

You just sit tight,

I'll take care of you.

Holy shit.

They're dead.

My God.

All dead.

I made it.

Oh God, I made it.

I did it.

I fucking made it.

I did it.

I fucking made it!

I knew it!

I fucking made it!

I made it!

I fucking made it!

You got rid

of that other one, right?

Hey, I think there's another one

in the basement.

Come on, boys!

Let's do this!

Hey, fellas!

It's been a rough morning

up here.

Lemonade, mister?

Thanks, son.

Don't mind if I do.

That's five cents.

Businessmen.

You almost take

after your granddad.

Cad: They're running me out

of my own business.

Stealing me blind right here.

Whoa! Now,

that is mighty fine.

Mighty fine. Grab a cup, boys.

This round's on me.

Here you go, all

polished and everything.

Ain't that a beauty?

Look at that, honey.

Looks like it's brand new.

- Hi, my nigga, how are you?

- What's up, nigga?

Where you been, man?

Cabin Fever (2002) - full transcript