House of Wax (2005) - full transcript
Six friends are on their way to a football game. They decide to camp out for the night and continue driving the next day. The next day the friends find that they're having car troubles, so two of the friends accept a stranger's ride into a small town named Ambrose. The main attraction in Ambrose is the House of Wax. Except something is not right in this town, the wax figures are so realistic and the whole town is deserted - except for two murderous twin brothers. The six friends must fight to survive and escape from being the next exhibits in the House of Wax.
(soft instrumental music)
(ominous suspenseful music)
(thunder crashes)
(creature roars)
(soft eerie music)
(liquid trickling)
(liquid bubbling)
(flames blazing)
- You are being such a good boy.
Would you like some
more cereal, sweetheart?
(boy screams)
(boy grunting)
- [Man] He's really being
a monster again today!
(boy screaming)
Trudy, goddamn it, help me!
(platter smashing)
- [Trudy] (groans) Can't
you be more careful?
- [Man] I'm doing the best I can!
He's out of control!
(boy screams)
(boy growls)
- [Trudy] Sit still!
Stop it!
Could you please hold him?
- [Man] Don't do that. Stop kicking!
- [Trudy] Oh, why can't you
be more like your brother?
(boy gasps)
(boy grunts)
(boy screams)
Be quiet!
Shut up!
(boy screams)
(boy growls)
(boy whines)
(boy screams)
(intense music)
(music intensifying)
ow!
(hand slaps)
(floors creaking)
(ominous music)
(soft rock music)
(heavy rock music)
♪ I get all up ♪
♪ Now ♪
♪ Where she sings that it's over ♪
- Mm. There's a place
in Tribeca for $3,000.
- That's still too expensive.
All the money I saved up won't
even cover two months' rent.
I'm gonna have to work
every second I'm not in
class until graduation.
- Carly, don't even think about not going.
- I'm not.
- Good.
Because you know how proud I am of you.
- It's just an internship.
- At InStyle Magazine.
Or would you rather stay
at the Waffle House as a waitress forever?
- No, thanks.
- Yeah. (laughs)
- Hey, babe.
- Hi.
- Sorry, there were
these two drunk rednecks
wrestling in the bathroom.
- Really?
- There's no rednecks in New York.
- No. There's not. (clears throat)
- You know, I'm gonna go
see what Blake's doing.
Seems to like that car
more than me nowadays.
- Now that we have a second,
and I'm not trying to make
this a big deal, I swear.
You know I want to have a good time
on our road trip this weekend.
But why on earth did your
brother have to come with us?
I mean, I thought you said
your parents weren't gonna post
his bail anymore.
- They didn't.
Blake did.
He invited him.
I guess Nick makes him feel
more bad-ass, I don't know.
♪ Board on my helicopter Friday ♪
♪ Wednesday got locked up ♪
♪ Calling the associates up ♪
♪ I need a new velour Monday ♪
- Blake.
♪ They got me in jail that I cop ♪
- What up, Paige?
♪ More fifth of sea glass ♪
♪ Peep the unique fashions ♪
♪ Street amble, let the heat handle ♪
♪ Smooth, one of the illest fleets ♪
♪ Ice-water vocab, 'bout
to take over the streets ♪
♪ Unh, yeah ♪
♪ Now what's fuckin' with us ♪
- Fine.
♪ One of the illest fleets ♪
- Baby, come back here.
You know it ain't like that.
I was messing with the GPS
and I saw a shortcut.
Think it'll save us an hour.
So we can spend more time...
(Blake whispering)
(Paige chuckles)
Okay?
- Uh-huh.
- How you doing?
- Hello.
Uh!
Get a job.
- What's up, my man?
- That's nice.
- Shh.
- Yeah.
- Here you go.
(Nick groans)
(Dalton laughs)
- So what do you think, guys?
Gonna be a sweet game tomorrow, huh?
- (chuckles) Yeah.
(Dalton speaking gibberish)
- Dalton, please don't film me.
- What?
- Please?
- It's just on. I'm not filming now.
- The red light's on.
- Hey, come on.
Put the camera down.
You know she doesn't like
having people up in her face.
She folds under pressure.
- Nick, you got something to say to me?
- No, no, I think you've
already spoken enough
for the both of us, don't you?
- You guys are lame. I'm out of here.
See ya.
- Dalton, put down that damn camera.
(Dalton laughing)
God!
♪ Return to me, return
to me, return to me ♪
♪ Leave me no one ♪
♪ Turn to me, return to
me, make me turn away ♪
(engine revving)
- [Announcer] Record crowds are expected
for college football's
biggest game of the year...
- It's gonna be packed tomorrow.
- Really?
- Dude, speaking of packed,
my legs are killing me back here, man.
- Don't worry, man.
It's not Wade's fault
his little Hot Wheels car only fits two.
- It's more like a Shot
Wheels car, isn't it, Wade?
Wade, what did you do, go
to the barber shop and ask
for a He-Man haircut, or what? (laughs)
- [Nick] Shut up, Dalton.
(both snickering)
- [Dalton] Ow, dude.
You hurt me.
- [Wade] What the hell is this?
- Oh, man.
- This sucks.
- So much for his nice little shortcut.
I hope he's not gonna get us lost.
- Yeah, right.
- Yeah.
- Damn, yo!
Yo, wake up! Wake up, wake up! (laughs)
- Oh, my God!
- [Dalton] (laughs) Look
at her licking that guy!
You're caught on tape!
(horn honking)
- Hello! Oh, my God!
What are they doing?!
- [Nick] Is she flossing
herself with that thing?
- What are you doing?
- Look at his face!
(cell phone rings)
- She's calling me.
- She's blushing!
- You are so busted.
- Lip balm, I dropped my stupid lip balm.
- She dropped her lip balm.
- Yeah.
(Carly laughs)
- Yeah, right, you dropped your lip balm.
(all laughing)
- [Carly] So, what's up?
- I don't know. It's getting late.
What do you want to do?
- Keep going.
We don't even have tickets.
- Babe, there's gonna be
a million scalpers there.
Besides, if we keep
driving, there is no way
I'm staying up for this game.
- Why don't we just camp out?
I mean, we're close enough, right?
- Yeah, let's just pull over here.
Come on. We'll wake up early.
- Yeah, all right.
- [Paige] All right, we're pulling Over.
- All right.
(horn honks)
- Hey, wax museum.
(ominous music)
- You like that kind of stuff, Wade?
- Yeah, I don't know. Sometimes.
- Yeah, I guess if you like things
pretending to be other things,
which you obviously do.
Right, sis?
(engine rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Paige] Where are we going, Blake?
- [Blake] I'm just
looking for some privacy.
♪ My best friend's a
butcher, he has 16 knives! ♪
♪ He carries them all over the town ♪
- Wow.
- You like it, right?
This is great.
- Your car sucks, dude.
(Dalton groans)
- Paige, come with me.
We'll grab the stuff.
Well?
- I couldn't.
There's no point in
freaking him out right now.
- As opposed to when you
find out you are pregnant?
- Carly, I'm not sure, okay?
- I just think you should
have a conversation with him.
- He's been looking forward to this stupid
football game for months,
and I don't want to ruin it
for him by starting a fight.
- Paige, he's not gonna marry you.
His parents won't let him.
- Who says I want to get married?
Besides, I've been late before.
When I know for sure,
I promise to talk to him, okay?
Let's go.
(rock music)
(light chattering)
- [Carly] There are ticks out here.
- [Dalton] Yeah, don't help us or nothing.
- Let's set up.
- Aw, yeah!
- Pass! Pass!
- Here we go.
- You don't want to...
Too slow! Too slow!
(guys yelling)
- Touchdown!
Nice arm.
I see why they gave you a scholarship.
- Yeah, it's a real tragedy, ain't it?
- Yeah, it is.
- Wade...
Help Dalton, okay?
Please?
- Bye, Wade.
- Asshole.
- You know what?
You can be a prick to me, that's fine,
but he didn't do anything to you.
- Hmm. So you admit
that you did something.
- I admit according to
you I did something. Sure.
- You dimed me out.
- I did not dime you out.
When the sheriffs came to the house
and asked me where you got the car,
I said I didn't know.
I didn't even know it was stolen.
And you're blaming that on me?
- You could have covered for me, huh?
- You get caught for stealing
a car and it's my fault.
You're resisting arrest
and it's the cop's fault.
- (chuckles) Well, he took
a swing at me, you know?
- Look, get kicked off the football team,
it's the coach's fault.
Mom and Dad kick you out of the house,
it's their fault.
You can't even keep a job
for more than two weeks,
'cause it's every manager's fault.
- I'm surrounded by idiots.
- So why did you come, to piss me off?
(Nick snickers)
- Don't you get it?
You're the good twin.
I'm the evil one. (groans)
- Grow up.
You are so afraid to
take things seriously.
- Oh. Yeah.
As afraid as Wade is
of leaving good ol' Gainesville? Huh?
New York City.
Well, I hear they got
buildings as tall as the sky!
- Okay.
(ominous music)
- Two, 42... Hike!
- Go, go!
Whoa.
What's that smell?
- That's bad.
- Whoa.
- Oh, my God.
- Dalton, did you crap your pants again?
- Huh? No.
I don't know. Maybe.
I mean, I'm wearing my
work clothes, so...
- Oh!
Ugh, it's horrible.
- Something's dead out there.
- No, something's dead right here.
We need to drink it back to life.
Bless me, dawg.
(energetic music)
- Come on, man.
Hi, pretty Carly.
Hey, what's Wade short
for, dude? (chuckles)
Who?
Ooh.
What up, Nick?
- Stop!
- [Dalton] You guys gonna
do it tonight, or what?
- Screw off, dude.
- Stop.
- What?
Come on, you know you want it.
I was joking. Come on, man, enough!
You don't got to spray it at me, dude.
Dude, look at that...
- He keeps messing around, though.
- God, dude.
♪ You call me what you want to ♪
♪ They call me sire ♪
- Dalton, what did I say?
- All right, my bad, my bad. Sorry.
What? No, it's off.
- It's killing me.
Give it...
- No!
- [Carly] Oh, when the tables turn!
- Come on. Don't.
- [Carly] Look how cute
you are on camera, though!
You look good!
I think we might have
to do a little makeover.
What do you think?
- Looks like a Smurf.
- So why'd you steal that car, anyway?
I mean, you didn't need to do that.
Get that rush, huh?
- Something like that.
- You're coming out.
- No, I don't know, man.
I don't know.
- If you don't,
I will be so mad. (giggles)
- [Dalton] Damn, Paige!
- Look how good you look!
- Hey.
- He looks like Elton John,
but more gay.
- Elton John is gay?
(girls giggling)
- You look hot.
- Hey, shut up.
- Isn't yellow his color?
- It's so in style.
- [Wade] Why don't you ever
make me that pretty, Carly?
- [Carly] Hi.
♪ Don't let go till I can't breathe ♪
- [Carly] Look at you.
-Hi.
-Hi.
- Give me my camera, baby, come on now.
♪ Cut me up ♪
- [Dalton] Oh, yeah, that's good.
Let me get some of that action.
That's hot.
♪ Cut me up ♪
♪ Cut through me ♪
- Don't even think about it.
I ain't kissing you, dude.
- [Dalton] Come on, you
know you want to, man.
Ha-ha. Just kidding.
Besides, I wouldn't
kiss your ass for shit.
(engine idles)
(ominous music)
- Yeah?
- Hey, yo, man, you need something?
- [Carly] What does he want?
- Hey, can you turn off
your lights, please?
(intense music)
(finger tapping)
- Okay, this is getting kind of creepy.
- Hey, come on, man. Get out of here.
Nothing to see here. Let's go.
- Can we help you?
- Maybe we're on his property.
- No, we didn't pass a gate.
- Hey, man, turn your lights off.
- [Wade] Hello!
- Turn your lights off.
I'm serious, man, turn your lights off
or I'm whipping someone's ass.
- It's all right. It's cool, man.
(glass shattering)
- Nick!
Oh, my...
(engine rumbling)
- What?!
(engine rumbling)
Yeah!
(engine hums)
That was great.
That was great, dude.
- My man Nick here's hard-core.
- What the hell was that about, huh?
- [Dalton] You're the man, dude.
- Don't encourage him.
Come on. He's gone.
(light tense music)
(footsteps pattering)
(dramatic music)
(footsteps pattering)
(ominous music)
(music intensifying)
Wade.
Wade.
Wade!
(Wade grunts)
I heard something.
(Wade groans)
- It's probably a serial
killer or something.
(Wade groans)
(soft eerie music)
(crickets chirping)
(animal chittering)
(Carly gasps)
(bird calling)
(crickets chirping)
(soft eerie music)
(dramatic music)
What are you doing?
- (gasping) You scared me.
What are you doing?
- Getting you back to bed.
Come on. Let's go to sleep.
- I heard something.
- Get in that tent.
(Carly giggles)
- Ah, damn it.
Hey, it's 2:30! Get up!
Let's go, guys. Get up.
Get up!
Wade, Dalton, let's go.
(clapping) We're gonna miss the damn game.
Nick! Get up!
(sighs) Damn.
- Dude, you see my camera anywhere?
- Nah, man.
- You guys seen my camera anywhere?
- [Nick] Like I give a
shit about your camera.
(Carly chuckles)
- So, you and Wade talk some more?
- We're just in different
places right now.
And he hasn't given me
a guilt trip for going,
so I can't give him one for staying.
Ugh!
(ominous music)
- Oh, my God, there's that smell again.
- I think it's coming
from over there. (grunts)
- Yeah, let's go follow
the smell. (scoffs)
- What? I want to see what it is.
- Why?
- [Carly] Come on!
(engine sputtering)
- What the hell was that?
(Dalton sighs)
No way.
Are you serious?
It was brand-new.
(Nick chuckles)
Someone's fucking with me.
- I cannot believe
you're making me do this.
(chuckles) Only you.
- Come on. It'll be fine.
- I'm gonna throw up.
(Carly grunts)
(insects buzzing)
- Oh, my God. I hate you.
(Carly laughs)
(dramatic music)
- Whoa!
- Carly!
(Carly thudding)
(Carly sobs)
(insects buzzing)
Carly!
- Paige!
Are you okay?
- [Carly] I'm stuck!
Wade!
Please help me get out of here!
- [Paige] We're down here!
(Carly screams)
Guys, help us!
(Carly whimpers)
(eerie music)
(Carly gasps)
- Guys!
- Where are you?!
- Get down here!
- Carly!
- Hey! Hey!
- I can't get out!
- Carly, I'm coming!
- Here! I'm here, hey!
- Wade! Where are you?
- Hang on, baby!
- All right, right here. Carly!
Hold on. I'm here.
- Ah, man.
- Here. Grab me, baby.
Come on. Come on.
I got you. Get up.
Oh.
You all right?
Oh, man.
- [Blake] There's a
roadkill pit down here.
- You all right?
- I fell in.
- Oh, yeah. That smells about right.
- Baby, you okay?
- Uh-huh.
- Come on, I got you.
(Carly panting)
It's okay.
(Carly panting)
- [Blake] Hey, is that
the truck from last night?
- Not unless he fixed his headlight.
(engine rumbling)
(tools clattering)
(fly buzzing)
- [Wade] Hey!
- Don't you see that?
What is that?
(eerie music)
- No way.
What are you doing, man?
- Anyone need a hand?
(laughing) I'm just foolin'.
It's not real, see?
(finger tapping)
- [Carly] (sighing) God.
- I found it on the side of
the road a few weeks ago.
- Oh, my God, are you okay?
- Sorry we took so long.
- It's all right.
- What are you guys doing 'round here?
- We were all camping
up through those trees.
- I have water in here somewhere. God.
- Oh, good.
- Hey, you guys seen
my camera, by any chance?
- Are you kidding?
- No.
- Damn.
- Hey, you don't know if there's
a gas station around here, do you?
- Well, I got some gas in the truck, if-
- I need a fan belt.
- What?
- Just busted.
- Of course. Perfect.
- Bo might have one.
Runs a station in Ambrose.
- Where's that?
- 15 miles up the road.
- Let's just get one in Baton Rouge.
We'll put it on when we get back.
- Man, there's no way I'm leaving my car.
What if that guy from last night
comes and strips it or something?
- Well, whatever, man. You're
gonna miss the game, then.
- Yeah, well, that's not why I came.
- All right, then, look.
I'll run you up to the
station, but let's go now.
Kickoff's in a couple hours.
- Dude, you're already late.
You still gotta find a
scalper and snag tickets.
Y'all should just go now.
I'll stay with my car.
It's fine. Just go and get me
a fan belt on the way back.
And make sure it's a 15-inch.
Gotcha.
- I'll give you a ride.
- You serious?
- If you like.
- Well, yeah.
- That's cool?
- Yeah, if it's cool.
- I'm going with you.
- No, no, no.
- Carly, no.
- Yes. It'll be fine.
- All right, let's go.
Come on, Paige.
- Carly.
- What?
- [Blake] Hey, I'll get you guys tickets
and leave them at will call.
- Thank you.
- All right. All good, man.
- [Blake] Come on, babe.
(tense music)
(man chuckles)
- No, it's okay.
(Carly pants)
- Come on, babe.
So let's get out of here.
(Dalton exhales)
- Man,
you're just gonna let
them leave like that?
With a guy who throws roadkill
in a pit for a living?
- You clean shit for a
living, Mr. Septic Tank Man.
What's the difference?
- Well, I don't walk
through it, that's one.
That's a difference, right?
Yup. (chuckles)
(ominous music)
(engine humming)
(tools clattering)
(man snickers)
- Can you roll the window down, please?
- [Wade] Yeah.
- Sorry 'bout that.
(chuckling) Truck's seen better days.
- Do you mind rolling
down your window, then?
- Not at all.
(handle squeaking)
Sorry. I kinda get used to the smell.
- Really? I don't think I
could ever get used to it.
- Well, you can get used to anything,
if you're around it long enough.
Oh, if you get 'em in the early morning
before the sun bakes 'em
up, they're not so bad.
If they're fresh, though,
I just take 'em home.
Why waste the meat?
(Carly sighs)
- Are we almost there yet?
- It's just up the road.
Yep, Ambrose used to be a pretty nice town
before the interstate came in.
You like knives!
- Not really.
- Tools of the trade.
You want to see it?
- That's okay.
- It's a bowie.
It's a good knife.
That'll cut through anything.
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
- Oh, shit.
Hey, what's going on, man?
You said there was a town up here.
- Well, yeah, there is.
It's just around that bend.
I gotta flip my hubs into four-wheel.
You mind giving me a hand?
- When's the last time that you were here?
- (chuckles) Well, you don't believe me?
I forgot this way in's
washed out, that's all.
- We'll walk the rest of the way, then.
Thank you. You've done enough.
- Now, why would you want to do that?
- Look, we want to walk,
okay? Just let us out now.
- Sure.
(eerie music)
(music intensifying)
Well, get out, then!
Try and do something nice for someone.
- Look, man, it's not
like that, all right?
We appreciate it.
- (laughing) Yeah, I can tell.
- Is he still staring?
- Yeah. Just keep walking.
- Oh, like I'm gonna stop.
- Damn...
Now I feel like a real asshole.
- I don't care. That guy was a freak.
- Yeah.
(ominous music)
(horns honking)
- Dude, it's over.
- It'll move.
(rock song plays low on stereo)
(Blake sighs)
- It's not moving.
- Look, we'll make it for the second half.
- Okay, dude, I'm not
sitting in this traffic.
- Well, then what do you want me to do?
- Come on, man. Let's
just go to Carly and Wade-
- We have to go back come on.
- Turn around.
- I'm not missing the
best game of the year.
- Turn the car around. Okay?
- Come on, they're waiting for us already.
(horn honks)
- Slow down, speedy. God!
(Carly laughs)
Miss Ambrose.
Wonder how many teeth you
have to have to win that one.
(Carly chuckles)
This is kind of nice.
- Yeah.
Oh, wait, babe, there's a pet store.
- Oh, great.
- Come on.
(Carly gasps)
- Are those puppies? Oh, my God!
Look at them!
- [Wade] They're cute, adorable.
Maybe next time. Come on.
- Oh, my God.
- Come on.
(rock music playing softly)
- Hello?
(Carly sighs)
(bell jangling)
- [Wade] Hello?
(bluesy rock music plays in distance)
You see anybody?
- No, nobody.
(cell phone rings)
- Oh.
Hello?
- Hey, it's me.
We're heading back.
- Really, why? What happened?
- [Paige] Traffic.
Did you get that fan
belt thing or whatever?
- (sighs) No. There's no
one at the gas station.
I don't know where we're going right now.
- [Paige] So, where do you
want us to pick you up?
- Why don't you just head up the road
that we got off at for the campsite?
It's washed out at the end.
Call us when you get
there. We'll meet you.
(newscast plays low in background)
- [Paige] We'll camp in the
same place as yesterday,
but, you know, away
from that pet cemetery.
- (chuckles) Cool. See you then.
- Hey. There's that House of Wax.
- Wade, what about the fan belt?
- Well, there's no one at the station.
- Why don't we ask someone in the church?
- All right. All right.
(pipe organ music)
(dog barking in distance)
- [Priest] Let us all bow our heads
and say a prayer for our
beloved deceased friend.
(mourner sobbing)
- Oh...
We should go.
- Yeah.
(door creaking)
(Wade coughs)
- What do we do?
Just wait out here?
- I don't know.
I feel kind of messed up
waiting outside a church
for a funeral to end.
Hey, man, sorry about
walking in. We didn't know-
- You shouldn't have walked in.
- Yeah, I know, it's just
that we have car trouble
and we're not from this town.
- We were actually looking
for a guy named Bo.
He works at the gas station.
- [Bo] You found him.
- Really?
Well (clears throat),
we need a fan belt.
We were camping up the road and-
- A fan belt?
- Yeah.
- You walk in on a funeral
for a fucking fan belt?
Well, let me just go dump
the casket in the ground.
I'll be right there.
- Look, we're sorry.
- Yeah.
(door creaks)
- That's twice today. I'm an asshole.
Let's just go back to the road.
- Hey.
Hey, I'm sorry.
You know, someone very
special to me passed,
and I didn't mean to take it out on you.
- No, no, no, no. It's
totally understandable.
- I reckon things will wrap up soon.
Why don't I meet you
guys back at the station
in about a half?
- That'd be great, if that's okay.
- Yeah.
Great.
What?
- Nothing.
Looks like your fan club's
gotten a little bigger.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah. I am serious.
And it's obvious Dalton still
has a crush on you, too.
- Oh, my God.
Okay, that's three times today.
You're an asshole.
Let's go see your famous House of Wax.
- [Wade] But I'm still your
favorite asshole, right?
- [Carly] Always. (laughs)
(woman singing in foreign language)
(classical opera music)
I don't know what you
expect to see in here.
(Wade chuckles)
- It is wax.
Like, literally.
- Huh.
(door thuds)
- You're not gonna go in there, are you?
- Yeah.
(woman singing in foreign language)
(door thudding)
- [Carly] Doesn't closed mean
I don't want you in here?
- [Wade] Relax, I just
want to take a quick look.
- [Carly] What if someone's here?
- [Wade] Hello? Anyone in here?
See? We're fine.
Wow. How cool is this?
Everything in here is
wax: the floor, the walls.
Look at this. This is wax.
- [Carly Yeah, cool. Awesome.
- [Wade] Who are these
people supposed to be?
- I don't know.
- Aren't there supposed to be
famous people in a wax museum?
I don't recognize this guy. (chuckles)
- "Trudy opens House of Wax."
"Trudy's wax carvings are
a hit at the State Fair."”
"Trudy and husband are
expecting first child.”
Since when is a wax sculptor a celebrity?
- I don't know. Small town, I guess.
- That's right. You like small towns.
- I didn't say I wasn't
gonna like New York.
I just said I haven't made a decision yet.
I still have time, all right?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, I'd really like
you to be there with me.
- Oh, no! There's a fire.
Help me, Carly. I'm melting.
My skirt's gonna catch on fire.
My legs are all burned.
- Cut it out, please.
- You're my hero.
- [Carly] That's not cool.
- Hey, Car.
There's a dog for you.
Hey, puppy. You a little wax dog, too?
What up, dawg?
(dog growling)
Jesus!
(Carly laughs)
- That is cool.
- What the?
Yeah, ha-ha, laugh it up.
What's a dog doing in here anyway?
(striking keys)
(light piano music)
- Vincent?
Another Vincent.
(eerie music)
This Vincent guy's quite the artist.
- Yeah, I think this
Vincent guy needs therapy.
I mean, look how detailed this is.
Tell me this doesn't look real.
- I don't really care.
I mean, not that it's bad,
but everything made out of wax,
don't you think that's a little weird?
- Those aren't wax.
- Oh, whatever.
Hey, when do you think
the last person was here?
A while, probably.
(dramatic music)
(Carly gasps)
What? What is it?
- I just saw someone.
- It was probably just a wax thing.
- No, no. It wasn't a wax thing.
It was moving and it was freaky-looking.
- I'll go check it out.
- Wade, where are you going?
Don't leave me.
Wade, come on.
- Hang here a second.
- No. Wait.
(door thudding)
(low ominous music)
(door rattling)
(floor creaking)
(distant thudding)
(dramatic music)
(Carly gasps)
(Carly screams)
(intense music)
- Whoa! Hey!
Damn, Carly, what's wrong?
- This place is freaking me out.
- Hey, calm down. There's no one out here.
- Please, I just want to go.
- Okay, okay.
We'll go to the station then.
- [Dalton] Ah, dude, I
had to pee so bad, man.
(Dalton moaning)
Come on, dude!
- Hey, are you guys gonna have sex?
- What?
- 'Cause me and Paige are.
- So you two go pick them up.
- Yeah, all right.
- Hey, Paige.
- Yeah?
- Nick and Dalton
are gonna go get them.
- Why? We can go.
- Oh, baby! Come on.
I'm tired of driving.
- Okay.
- Why don't you let my man drive?
- Really?
Ah, you heard him. Move.
- Give me the damn keys.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Very slow. Thank you.
- I still don't think this is cool,
just coming in here like this.
- What?
Look, the door was unlocked.
He said he was gonna be half an hour.
He's been, like, 45 minutes.
I'm sure he won't mind.
You know, if your brother and his yes-man
hadn't come along in the first place,
we all would have fit with Blake
and none of this would have happened.
- Once again, that's not my fault.
- I mean, I don't
understand his beef with me.
I've always tried to be cool with him.
- Nick's got beef with everybody.
You just can't take it personally.
- Yeah, I guess.
- Nick and I always
used to stick together,
and then, when we were in junior high,
Nick would get into a little
trouble here and there
and our parents would
always, like, compare us.
I was the good twin,
and Nick was the evil
twin, as he likes to say.
He kind of got this image.
He totally played it up
as if that's what he
had to be or something.
(sighs) It's already getting dark.
I hate the winter.
- He's got everything but a 15-inch.
Just have to use a 16-inch.
Make it work somehow.
- You plan on stealing that?
- No.
We just didn't know how much
longer you were gonna be,
and, you know, we didn't
want to interrupt again.
But I left you some money on the counter,
but you don't even really
have the right size.
You don't have any 15-inches.
- I do at the house.
- Look, I hope you're not getting
the wrong idea that we're in here.
- No, it's okay.
- Does that cover it?
- It's close enough.
Look, why don't we head up to the house
and get the one you need?
You know, it's only a couple blocks.
- Yeah, all right.
- You keep fan belts at your house?
- Well, I get things delivered
there when I'm not here.
Now, look, if you want to hold onto
the 16, that's fine by me.
- No, no, no, no, no, no. It's okay.
- Hey, you mind if I use
your restroom real fast?
- Oh, up at the house.
That one's out of order.
- All right.
So is it too late
to sign Carly up for that beauty pageant?
Now, unfortunately, it is,
'cause you would have won hands down.
- (chuckles) Thank you.
- [Wade] So, that House
of Wax was pretty cool.
- You went inside?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, it was unlocked, so, you know.
- Everything seems to be unlocked
around you, now don't it?
Yeah, people used to come
to see it from miles away.
And Trudy was the main, I guess artist
is the appropriate word.
- What about Vincent?
I saw his name on a lot of the work.
- One of Trudy's boys.
- They still around?
- No, no.
It's a horrible story.
Trudy's husband, Doc Sinclair,
he was a doctor in the big city
until he got his license revoked
for doing surgeries on the side, you know,
stuff that, you know, most
doctors wouldn't dare do.
So, he moved him and
Trudy out here to Ambrose,
made a fresh start with
his medical practice
and, you know, Trudy really found
her calling with that
whole wax sculpture thing.
It was her dream to do something
really incredible here.
Then she had a couple
kids, picket fence...
- What's so horrible about that?
- Yeah?
- Trudy got a cyst in her brain.
She just started rotting away.
Couldn't work no more,
and she went crazy.
Things got so bad that Doc Sinclair
finally had to strap her to the bed.
I mean, the whole town could hear her
screaming from the house.
Dr. Sinclair was so depressed
that he couldn't save her,
he (mimics gun firing)
blew his head right off.
- That's terrible.
- It was worse for the two boys,
left all alone like that.
Both ended up in foster homes.
- Hey, why don't you two hop in?
I'll go get the fan belt,
and I'll give you a ride back to your car.
- No, actually, we got
some friends picking us up
where the road's washed out.
- I'll give you a lift there, then.
It's the least I could
do for making y'all wait.
- Cool.
- All right.
- Hey, you need,
you said you need to use
the facilities, right?
- Yeah. Thanks.
- Need to use the can?
- No, that's okay. I'm fine.
All right.
So, where you heading to, anyway?
- Oh, we're just going to a football game.
- Hey, the bathroom is
right down the hall.
Let me get out of this jacket and tie
and I'll grab the fan belt.
- Okay. Thanks.
(ominous music)
(engine humming)
- Just let me drive, bitch.
He gave me the keys, man.
- Yeah, 'cause he thinks I'm the one
who stole the car and crashed it.
- Whatever, man.
You didn't have to cover for me, dude.
- Hey, your jacket's clean, all right?
Mine's already got plenty of stains on it.
One more's not gonna make a difference.
Where the hell is this place?
Town's not even on the GPS.
- That's weird.
(toilet flushing)
(door creaking)
(soft ominous music)
(Wade squeaks)
(Wade chuckles)
(Carly sighs deeply)
(keys jingling)
(radio music)
(Carly sighs)
(soft ominous music)
(machine whirring)
(tool rattling)
(tense music)
(music intensifying)
(dramatic music)
(horn honking)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
(object rattling)
(knocking on door)
- Hello?
(switch clicking)
Hello?
(door rattling)
(knocking on door)
Hello?
(knocking on door)
I'm in here!
(intense music)
Hello? I'm in here!
(knocking on door)
(door rattling)
(knocking on door)
Hey!
(door rattling)
Hello?
(pounding on door)
Hello!
(skin tearing)
(Wade screaming)
(intense music)
(Wade whimpering)
(Wade gasping)
(intense music)
(scissors whooshing)
(Wade screaming)
(horn honking)
(music intensifying)
(foot thudding)
(keypad beeping)
(line ringing)
- Come on.
(phone ringing)
(rap music playing on radio)
(Paige gasps)
- [Blake] Hey, it's Blake.
You know what to do.
(machine beeps)
- Guys, where the hell are you?
Listen, remember the truck
that came to the campsite last night?
I think we just ran into him.
(tense music)
Where's Wade?
- Oh, he's not out here?
Guess he's still in the bathroom, then.
I got the fan belt.
You're not in a hurry, are you?
'Cause I wanted to load the
truck up with some stuff first.
What are you doing?
- Waiting for Wade.
- Open the damn door.
This is my truck.
(handle jiggling)
Hey.
What is the matter with you?
If you don't open this door,
I'm gonna call the cops.
- You're the guy from the campsite.
(hand thudding)
(Carly shrieks)
(glass shattering)
Wade!
(Carly screams)
- What are you doing? Stop!
- Wade!
- Get out of the truck!
(Carly grunting)
I'm just trying to help you.
Give me the keys! Hey!
(engine starts)
Hey!
Stop or I'm calling the cops!
(engine revving)
(Carly grunting)
(Carly panting)
(engine revving)
(tires sputtering)
(engine backfiring)
(Carly whimpering)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(Carly gasps)
- So, you think Carly and
Wade are gonna stay together
when she moves to New York?
'Cause she be looking
at me sometimes like...
- Dalton, it ain't happening.
- What? What do you mean?
- And even if it was
happening, it ain't happening.
Nothing personal.
- Why, you like me
better than Wade, right?
- Wade's not so bad.
- Yeah, I like Wade, too.
(intense music)
(Carly panting)
(sinister music)
(tool clicking)
(Wade groaning)
(dog whimpering)
(Wade groaning)
(ade grunting)
(Carly panting)
(electrical whirring)
(Wade whimpering weakly)
(machine whirring)
(liquid sputtering)
(Wade muffled screaming)
(sinister music)
(Carly gasping)
(pipe organ playing in distance)
- Help! Please, somebody!
Please!
Please help me!
(panting) No!
(people crying)
(eerie music)
(gasps) No way.
No.
(pipe organ music playing on recording)
Oh, no.
What...
(mannequin cracking)
(Carly screams)
(suspenseful music)
(Carly gasps)
No!
(door creaking)
(ominous music)
- [Bo] I'm sorry, Mama.
These people just have no respect.
(eerie music)
(tense music)
(Carly screaming)
(dramatic music)
(Carly whimpering)
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
- Help! Help, please!
Please help!
Please! Over here!
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
- Help me!
- Shh.
- What are you gonna do to me?
(engine humming)
- Is this it?
- Yeah.
- Well, should we drive
through it, you think?
- (scoffs) Through all that?
- I don't know. I could do it.
- Ha!
That's what I thought.
(car alarm chirps)
- Put me down!
No!
(Carly sobbing)
♪ You cut off ♪
♪ All of your fingers ♪
♪ Trade them in for dollar bills ♪
♪ Cake on some more makeup
to cover up all those lines ♪
♪ Wake up and stop shaking ♪
♪ 'Cause you're just wasting time... ♪
- [Carly] Let me go!
♪ You take but cannot be given ♪
(Carly screams)
♪ You ride but cannot be ridden ♪
- Please.
♪ Pinch this tiny heart of mine ♪
♪ Wrap it up in soiled twine ♪
♪ You never read what you've written ♪
- [Nick] Hello?
♪ I'll be your lover ♪
♪ I'll be forever ♪
- [Dalton] Carly? Wade?
Hello!
- Dalton!
♪ When I'm high ♪
- All right, listen.
One word, and this is
going through your throat.
Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- Man, there's music playing,
but I don't think anyone's here.
- No one's here.
- [Dalton] Where you going?
- [Nick] To that grocery store we passed.
I'm thirsty.
- Well, what about your
sister and Wade, man?
- Maybe they're at the store.
What?
- Well, I don't know, man. I
mean, we came all this way.
You don't think we
should just look for "em?
- All right, check it.
I'm gonna go this way.
All right? You go that way.
We don't find 'em, we meet
back here, go back to the road.
Cool?
- Okay.
(light music)
- Yo! Paying customer!
(knocking on door)
Hello!
(dog barking in distance)
(eerie music)
- [Bo] Don't move.
- Now what are you do-
- Shh. It's okay.
(Carly sobbing)
Shh. Just stay still.
(Carly grunting)
It's a shame we have to close
that pretty mouth of yours.
(Carly muffled crying)
Especially with the way those lips curve.
(Carly muffled screaming)
(handle rattling)
- Hey.
I'm looking for my
sister and her boyfriend.
They were looking for a
fan belt or something.
(Carly muffled screaming)
(metal clangs)
- I don't think I've seen them.
- Well, this is the only
gas station in town, right?
- That's right.
- Yeah, then they were definitely here.
- I just told you I didn't see 'em.
- Does somebody else work here?
- No, I own the station,
and I would've seen them.
- Well...
I was just here a few minutes ago,
and you didn't see me.
You weren't even here.
- Sorry. Can't help you.
(Carly muffled cries)
- What was that?
- Nothing. That was just my dog.
Actually, you know what?
My brother Vincent was
down here for a while.
He could've helped your sister out.
They could be up at the house.
- No, my friend went that way earlier.
- Really?
Well, maybe he ran into
my brother up there, then.
(music intensifying)
(bone snapping)
(Carly muffled screaming)
Want to head up to the house?
- Yeah, whatever.
(Carly muffled sobbing)
- So, what's your sister
look like, anyway?
- Nick!
Nick, help me!
(dramatic music)
(Bo grunts)
(fists thudding)
Please help me! I'm down here!
(lock clicking)
(door thudding)
(tense music)
Nick!
- Carly!
- [Carly] I'm downstairs!
(door thudding)
(gasps) Thank God.
- Jesus.
Okay. I'm here, I got you.
- (grunts) Okay.
Here. Watch my finger.
Watch my finger.
- Oh, my God.
He did this to you?
- Where is he?
Where is he?
- I locked him out.
Where the hell's Wade?
- I don't know. He went into the house.
This place is a freak show.
Aah!
(intense music)
- Hello?
Hello? Anyone here?
Carly! Wade!
Hello?
(Dalton whistles)
Anyone here?
This is a weird place.
Hello?
Anyone home?
Carly.
Carly?
Wade!
What the hell you doing, bro?
Man, come on, everyone's
waiting for you at the campsite.
Wade?
(Wade grunts)
Holy shit, man.
Hold tight, man. Hold tight.
I'm gonna get you out of this.
Ugh!
Oh, oh!
All right, I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry.
Oh, my God.
All right, all right.
What happened to you, man?
Holy...
(Dalton grunts)
(dramatic music)
Hold on! Hold on!
(Dalton thudding)
(intense music)
No, no!
(knives thudding)
(intense music)
(Carly panting)
(engine rumbling)
- He's leaving.
All right, stay here.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
All right.
Car's by the road.
Damn it. Dalton's got the keys.
Dalton.
Oh, we got to call the cops.
(phone beeping)
Shit.
Hey.
Where's your cell phone?
It might be in the
truck, up near the house.
- Okay.
- What about Wade?
I think he has him, too.
What if he turns him to wax?
- What do you mean, wax?
- You don't get it.
They're all wax. Everyone.
No, wait.
There was a woman in here.
She was alive. She
pulled the curtain back.
(static hissing quietly)
(dramatic music)
(Nick shouts)
(machine squeaking)
The whole town is rigged.
- That's impossible.
(mechanism sliding)
You're saying that that's a real person...
Underneath?
- Yes. At the church,
they were all like that.
At least 20 more.
(light ominous music)
♪ Now we're dancin' on the floor ♪
♪ With all these players keeping score ♪
♪ But I'm just tr yin' to dig your soul ♪
♪ Soul ♪
- [Blake] Come here, baby.
♪ Somehow you're doin' what you can ♪
♪ To keep a brother holdin' on ♪
♪ The way you move your body, babe ♪
♪ It drives me wild ♪
♪ I love the way you're lookin", babe ♪
♪ You're just my style ♪
♪ Sexy, and you don't even know it, baby ♪
♪ You got it open, baby ♪
♪ Like what you do, the
way you're doin' me ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Go on, get down ♪
♪ Get funky, babe ♪
♪ Keep on doin' what you're doin' ♪
♪ What you do ♪
♪ All my players sing ♪
♪ The way you move your body, babe ♪
♪ It drives me wild ♪
♪ I love the way you're lookin', babe ♪
♪ You're just my style ♪
♪ Sexy, and you don't even know it, baby ♪
♪ You got it open, baby ♪
- Come here, sexy.
♪ The way you're doin' me ♪
- Baby, we need to talk.
- Mm-hmm.
- I really need to talk to you.
- What's up with the music?
What?
- (sighs) Okay, I'm not sure,
and I don't want to freak
you out or anything-
- Wait, baby, just hold on one second;
I'm gonna be right back.
- I need to tell you this.
- I'm just gonna go handle
the music; I'll be right back.
No, let me just tell you this.
Blake...
Goddamn it! I need to
talk to you for a minute!
Blake!
♪ The way you move your body, babe ♪
♪ It drives me wild ♪
♪ I love the way you're looking, babe ♪
♪ You're just my style... ♪
- [Carly] Guys, where the hell are you?
Listen, remember the truck that came
to the campsite last night?
I think we just ran into him.
Where's Wade?
- [Bo] He's still in the bathroom.
What are you doing?
- [Carly] Waiting for Wade.
- [Bo] This is my truck!
- [Carly] You're the
guy from the campsite!
(Carly screams)
(glass shattering)
(wind whistling softly)
- Blake?
Blake?
(dramatic music)
(Paige screams)
(Paige screaming)
(blood sloshing)
(sinister music)
(Paige gasping)
(switches clicking)
(tense music)
(metal creaking)
(Paige screaming)
(dramatic music)
(Paige breathing heavily)
(ominous music)
(music intensifying)
(door thudding)
(Paige yelling)
(ominous music)
(Paige gasping)
(glass shattering)
(blood trickling)
(ominous music)
(reel clicking)
(dog barking in distance)
(suspenseful music)
- He said he had a brother, right?
- Yeah.
- Vincent.
- At the House of Wax, he
did all the sculptures.
He's got to be the one that does the wax.
What if he's around here somewhere?
- [Nick] Yeah.
- Wait.
Nick, what are you doing?
You gotta be careful.
- I am being careful.
(door rattles)
- No, no, no, no, no.
It'll make too much noise.
Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?
He will find us.
- Yeah, chances are he will, anyway.
At least with this, he
might not want to find us.
(glass shattering)
That's about right.
(dog barks in distance)
(ominous music)
(gun firing)
- Go, Carly. Run.
(intense music)
(gun firing)
(soundtrack winding up to speed)
(piano plays somber melody)
J; I've written a letter to Daddy
(suspenseful music)
(door creaks)
(suspenseful music)
♪ Above ♪
♪ I've written, Dear Daddy, we miss you ♪
- [Bo] I know you're in here.
♪ With us to love ♪
- [Usher] Shh.
♪ Instead of a stamp, I've put kisses ♪
♪ The postman says that's best to do ♪
♪ I've written a letter to Daddy ♪
(indistinct chattering)
(coughing over speaker)
♪ Saying I ♪
(man coughs)
♪ Love you ♪
(piano plays somber melody)
(suspenseful music)
(gun thudding)
(suspenseful music)
- Nick!
(gun firing)
(Bo grunts)
(Bo grunting)
♪ I love you ♪
(gun firing)
- Edwin, you certainly
can play, can't you?
- And you certainly can sing.
- Oh!
(Bo grunts)
(arrow shoots)
(Bo yells)
- Empty shells.
(shells clattering)
Check him for ammo.
(Carly pants)
(suspenseful music)
- There's nothing in his pockets.
Give me this.
Nick, let's get out of here.
Let's go.
- [Nick] Is there anybody
left alive in this town?
- [Carly] What about this Vincent guy?
- [Nick] Who knows if
there even is a Vincent?
We gotta get out of this place.
- Look, what about Wade and Dalton?
We can't just leave them behind.
- [Nick] You said your cell
phone's in the truck, right?
- Yeah.
- All right, this is what we're gonna do.
I'm gonna go up to the truck
and get your cell phone,
and see if I can get some help.
You go back to the road.
Paige and Blake are back-
- No way. No.
- Hey.
- I'm not leaving you.
- Why do you have to be so...
Damn stubborn.
Okay.
We stick together,
nothing's gonna happen to us.
- Yeah.
- [Nick] Come on.
- That way.
It's under the front seat.
- Nice parking job.
It's not in there.
- Wade and Dalton.
- [Carly] Wade went in
there and never came out.
- All right.
We'll go in quick, one pass.
If we can't find them,
we have to get the hell out of here.
- Yeah.
- Let's try the back.
(dog barking in distance)
(suspenseful music)
Stay close.
(latch opening)
(door creaks)
(Carly pants)
(door creaks)
(phone beeping)
(door creaks)
Dalton?
Wade?
- Nick.
Nick, there's guns.
(suspenseful music)
(glass shatters)
(chains rattling)
It's bolted to the wall.
(Nick grunts)
There's got to be a key
around here somewhere.
(paper rustles)
(suspenseful music)
(door thudding)
(Bo clattering)
(Bo grunting)
(Bo panting softly)
(water running)
(Bo grunting)
(Bo yells)
(intense music)
- Fuck!
(Bo yells)
(soft music)
(Bo grunting)
(Bo retching)
(Bo panting)
(engine humming)
(brakes squealing)
- No.
(dog barks)
(Carly panting)
Goddamn it.
I told him not to do that.
Hey!
You don't ever leave here without me.
You know better than that.
Don't be so stupid.
What's the matter with you?
(Carly panting softly)
Don't.
I said don't!
Get.
Get!
Fuckin' freak.
(match sizzling)
Hey.
Town's looking real good.
We almost finished what Mama started.
Those two are good. They'll fit perfect.
(Bo panting)
What'd I tell you, huh?
Isn't your work more real now?
Ma would be proud.
Yeah, she'd be real proud.
She always said that
your talent would make up
for what God took away from you.
And there's two more.
We still got a lot of work to do.
(Bo exhales)
Huh?
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(Carly muffled gasp)
- Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay, okay, okay.
- [Carly] I saw Paige and Blake's bodies.
They're dead.
- [Nick] We got to go. Now.
(generator rumbling)
- [Carly] Damn!
- I can't see anything.
There's got to be a light here somewhere.
(switches clicking)
(dogs whimpering)
(generator whirring)
(bell ringing)
(dramatic music)
(generator whirring)
Come on.
(suspenseful music)
Dalton.
- Nick.
- (sighs) I'll get you out of there.
(neck snapping)
(dramatic music)
- No...
No!
Nick.
Nick, please.
(Carly sobbing)
Oh, no.
(dramatic music)
That's Vincent!
(Nick grunts)
(blade scrapes)
(Carly grunts)
(Carly yells)
(flames blazing)
(Nick grunts)
- Come on, Carly!
Move it! Move it!
(Carly whimpers)
(liquid splashing)
(flames whooshing)
- Nick! Let's get out of here!
Hurry!
(Carly panting)
- [Nick] Come on! Come this way!
(Carly gasping)
(gasps) No.
Oh, my God. Wade.
- Come on.
- No!
- You sick fuck!
(Bo grunting)
(fists thudding)
(bat thudding)
(fist thudding)
(flames blazing)
(Nick and Bo grunting)
(flames blazing)
- [Bo] You're finished.
- No. (grunts)
(Bo grunting)
(Bo yelling)
(flames blazing)
(Nick shouts)
(Nick yells)
(Nick grunts)
(bat thudding)
(Bo grunting)
(flame whooshing)
- Carly! Behind you!
(Carly panting)
Come on!
Get up! Please!
(Vincent howling)
(intense music)
- Run!
Go, Carly! Run!
Hey, Vincent.
Hey!
Vincent!
(Carly gasps)
I swear to God, if you hurt her!
Vincent!
(Nick groaning)
(Carly panting)
(Nick grunting)
(Carly yells)
(sinister music)
(doors sloshing)
(light bulb shatters)
(Carly pants)
- No! Listen to me!
Listen to me.
I heard you talking.
You don't need to do this.
You don't have to listen to your brother.
I saw Bo's scars.
And the highchairs!
No! (screams)
You're not a freak!
He was!
(chandelier shattering)
(building shuddering)
(Nick grunting)
You don't need to do this!
Please!
You're an artist.
Bo was lying to you. He used you!
Do you really think that your mother
would've wanted you to do this?
Please don't kill me!
(dramatic music)
(Carly screams)
- Motherfucker!
(Carly thudding)
(both grunting)
Oh, shit.
(intense music)
(Vincent growling)
Carly!
(Carly grunting)
- I'm here.
(Carly grunts)
(Nick yells)
(Vincent growls)
(Carly screams)
- Carly, do it! Do it now!
(Carly yells)
(Vincent groaning)
(dramatic music)
(Carly screams)
(Carly grunts)
- Come on!
Nick, get up!
(both grunting)
(intense music)
(both gasping)
We're almost there!
- [Nick] How do we get out?
(building shuddering)
(fire blazing)
- Watch out!
- Shit!
- Nick. The wall.
Dig!
(Nick grunts)
- [Nick] Faster! Faster!
(fire whooshing)
- [Carly] Dig!
- Come on, Carly! Faster!
Go! Go!
Come on!
(intense music)
Come on!
- [Carly] Oh, God!
(building shuddering)
(Carly gasps)
(building rumbling)
(explosion booming)
(solemn music)
(indistinct radio chattering)
(sirens wailing in distance)
- Hey, that's my friend's camera.
Hey, that's my friend's camera!
- Sorry, son, that's evidence.
You guys okay?
(Nick laughs)
Well, don't worry. We'll
get you to the hospital.
- How could no one have
known about all of this?
- Truth is, this town's
hard as hell to get to.
It's been abandoned 10 years,
ever since that sugar mill shut down.
Hell, it ain't even on the map anymore.
We found all those cars
in that old factory.
Those Sinclair boys
have been pulling people off
the interstate for years.
If it wasn't for all
the smoke from the fire,
we wouldn't have even known.
- [Woman] Excuse me, sir, Louis wants
to talk to you over here.
- Yeah. Excuse me.
(solemn music)
(eerie music)
(liquid trickling)
- [Nick] Maybe there's
some good memories on this.
- You took it?
- It just felt wrong leaving it behind.
You know?
- You okay?
- We're okay.
- [Deputy] Sheriff?
- Yeah, Dave?
- [Dave] Ran the Sinclair
family through CDIC.
Trudy and the doctor didn't have two sons.
They had three.
(ominous music)
(sinister music)
♪ Burning on ♪
♪ Just like a match you
strike to incinerate ♪
♪ The lives ♪
♪ Of everyone you know ♪
♪ And what's the worst you take ♪
♪ From every heart you break ♪
♪ And like the blade you stain ♪
♪ Well, I've been holdin' on tonight ♪
♪ What's the worst that I can say ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ Came a time ♪
♪ When every star fall
brought you to tears again ♪
♪ We are ♪
♪ The very hurt you sold ♪
♪ And what's the worst you take ♪
♪ From every heart you break ♪
♪ And like the blade you stain ♪
♪ Well, I've been holdin' on tonight ♪
♪ What's the worst that I can say ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ Well, if you carry on this way ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ Can you ♪
♪ Hear me ♪
♪ Are you ♪
♪ Near me ♪
♪ Can we pretend ♪
♪ To leave and then ♪
♪ We'll meet again ♪
♪ When both our cars collide ♪
♪ What's the worst that I can say ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ Well, if you carry on this way ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
(mellow rock music)
♪ A change of speed ♪
♪ A change of style ♪
♪ A change of scene ♪
♪ With no regrets ♪
♪ A chance to watch ♪
♪ Admire the distance ♪
♪ Still occupied ♪
♪ Though you forget ♪
♪ Different colors, different shades ♪
♪ Over each mistakes were made ♪
♪ I took the blame ♪
(metal rock music)
♪ You desecrate your temple with anger ♪
♪ A hollow body fueled by hate ♪
♪ Feel no better ♪
♪ Anger ♪
♪ Don't look for answers ♪
♪ Hatred ♪
♪ Blown away, there's never a reason why ♪
♪ It's sick either way ♪
♪ Sick either way you ♪
♪ Sick either way you look at it ♪
♪ So take ♪
♪ What you want and leave a hole inside ♪
♪ Take everything you need
to keep you satisfied ♪
♪ Break everything you
seem to try to hide ♪
♪ Take it all, but you're
never taking me alive ♪
♪ Alive ♪
♪ Alive ♪
♪ Alive ♪
(ominous suspenseful music)
(thunder crashes)
(creature roars)
(soft eerie music)
(liquid trickling)
(liquid bubbling)
(flames blazing)
- You are being such a good boy.
Would you like some
more cereal, sweetheart?
(boy screams)
(boy grunting)
- [Man] He's really being
a monster again today!
(boy screaming)
Trudy, goddamn it, help me!
(platter smashing)
- [Trudy] (groans) Can't
you be more careful?
- [Man] I'm doing the best I can!
He's out of control!
(boy screams)
(boy growls)
- [Trudy] Sit still!
Stop it!
Could you please hold him?
- [Man] Don't do that. Stop kicking!
- [Trudy] Oh, why can't you
be more like your brother?
(boy gasps)
(boy grunts)
(boy screams)
Be quiet!
Shut up!
(boy screams)
(boy growls)
(boy whines)
(boy screams)
(intense music)
(music intensifying)
ow!
(hand slaps)
(floors creaking)
(ominous music)
(soft rock music)
(heavy rock music)
♪ I get all up ♪
♪ Now ♪
♪ Where she sings that it's over ♪
- Mm. There's a place
in Tribeca for $3,000.
- That's still too expensive.
All the money I saved up won't
even cover two months' rent.
I'm gonna have to work
every second I'm not in
class until graduation.
- Carly, don't even think about not going.
- I'm not.
- Good.
Because you know how proud I am of you.
- It's just an internship.
- At InStyle Magazine.
Or would you rather stay
at the Waffle House as a waitress forever?
- No, thanks.
- Yeah. (laughs)
- Hey, babe.
- Hi.
- Sorry, there were
these two drunk rednecks
wrestling in the bathroom.
- Really?
- There's no rednecks in New York.
- No. There's not. (clears throat)
- You know, I'm gonna go
see what Blake's doing.
Seems to like that car
more than me nowadays.
- Now that we have a second,
and I'm not trying to make
this a big deal, I swear.
You know I want to have a good time
on our road trip this weekend.
But why on earth did your
brother have to come with us?
I mean, I thought you said
your parents weren't gonna post
his bail anymore.
- They didn't.
Blake did.
He invited him.
I guess Nick makes him feel
more bad-ass, I don't know.
♪ Board on my helicopter Friday ♪
♪ Wednesday got locked up ♪
♪ Calling the associates up ♪
♪ I need a new velour Monday ♪
- Blake.
♪ They got me in jail that I cop ♪
- What up, Paige?
♪ More fifth of sea glass ♪
♪ Peep the unique fashions ♪
♪ Street amble, let the heat handle ♪
♪ Smooth, one of the illest fleets ♪
♪ Ice-water vocab, 'bout
to take over the streets ♪
♪ Unh, yeah ♪
♪ Now what's fuckin' with us ♪
- Fine.
♪ One of the illest fleets ♪
- Baby, come back here.
You know it ain't like that.
I was messing with the GPS
and I saw a shortcut.
Think it'll save us an hour.
So we can spend more time...
(Blake whispering)
(Paige chuckles)
Okay?
- Uh-huh.
- How you doing?
- Hello.
Uh!
Get a job.
- What's up, my man?
- That's nice.
- Shh.
- Yeah.
- Here you go.
(Nick groans)
(Dalton laughs)
- So what do you think, guys?
Gonna be a sweet game tomorrow, huh?
- (chuckles) Yeah.
(Dalton speaking gibberish)
- Dalton, please don't film me.
- What?
- Please?
- It's just on. I'm not filming now.
- The red light's on.
- Hey, come on.
Put the camera down.
You know she doesn't like
having people up in her face.
She folds under pressure.
- Nick, you got something to say to me?
- No, no, I think you've
already spoken enough
for the both of us, don't you?
- You guys are lame. I'm out of here.
See ya.
- Dalton, put down that damn camera.
(Dalton laughing)
God!
♪ Return to me, return
to me, return to me ♪
♪ Leave me no one ♪
♪ Turn to me, return to
me, make me turn away ♪
(engine revving)
- [Announcer] Record crowds are expected
for college football's
biggest game of the year...
- It's gonna be packed tomorrow.
- Really?
- Dude, speaking of packed,
my legs are killing me back here, man.
- Don't worry, man.
It's not Wade's fault
his little Hot Wheels car only fits two.
- It's more like a Shot
Wheels car, isn't it, Wade?
Wade, what did you do, go
to the barber shop and ask
for a He-Man haircut, or what? (laughs)
- [Nick] Shut up, Dalton.
(both snickering)
- [Dalton] Ow, dude.
You hurt me.
- [Wade] What the hell is this?
- Oh, man.
- This sucks.
- So much for his nice little shortcut.
I hope he's not gonna get us lost.
- Yeah, right.
- Yeah.
- Damn, yo!
Yo, wake up! Wake up, wake up! (laughs)
- Oh, my God!
- [Dalton] (laughs) Look
at her licking that guy!
You're caught on tape!
(horn honking)
- Hello! Oh, my God!
What are they doing?!
- [Nick] Is she flossing
herself with that thing?
- What are you doing?
- Look at his face!
(cell phone rings)
- She's calling me.
- She's blushing!
- You are so busted.
- Lip balm, I dropped my stupid lip balm.
- She dropped her lip balm.
- Yeah.
(Carly laughs)
- Yeah, right, you dropped your lip balm.
(all laughing)
- [Carly] So, what's up?
- I don't know. It's getting late.
What do you want to do?
- Keep going.
We don't even have tickets.
- Babe, there's gonna be
a million scalpers there.
Besides, if we keep
driving, there is no way
I'm staying up for this game.
- Why don't we just camp out?
I mean, we're close enough, right?
- Yeah, let's just pull over here.
Come on. We'll wake up early.
- Yeah, all right.
- [Paige] All right, we're pulling Over.
- All right.
(horn honks)
- Hey, wax museum.
(ominous music)
- You like that kind of stuff, Wade?
- Yeah, I don't know. Sometimes.
- Yeah, I guess if you like things
pretending to be other things,
which you obviously do.
Right, sis?
(engine rumbling)
(rock music)
- [Paige] Where are we going, Blake?
- [Blake] I'm just
looking for some privacy.
♪ My best friend's a
butcher, he has 16 knives! ♪
♪ He carries them all over the town ♪
- Wow.
- You like it, right?
This is great.
- Your car sucks, dude.
(Dalton groans)
- Paige, come with me.
We'll grab the stuff.
Well?
- I couldn't.
There's no point in
freaking him out right now.
- As opposed to when you
find out you are pregnant?
- Carly, I'm not sure, okay?
- I just think you should
have a conversation with him.
- He's been looking forward to this stupid
football game for months,
and I don't want to ruin it
for him by starting a fight.
- Paige, he's not gonna marry you.
His parents won't let him.
- Who says I want to get married?
Besides, I've been late before.
When I know for sure,
I promise to talk to him, okay?
Let's go.
(rock music)
(light chattering)
- [Carly] There are ticks out here.
- [Dalton] Yeah, don't help us or nothing.
- Let's set up.
- Aw, yeah!
- Pass! Pass!
- Here we go.
- You don't want to...
Too slow! Too slow!
(guys yelling)
- Touchdown!
Nice arm.
I see why they gave you a scholarship.
- Yeah, it's a real tragedy, ain't it?
- Yeah, it is.
- Wade...
Help Dalton, okay?
Please?
- Bye, Wade.
- Asshole.
- You know what?
You can be a prick to me, that's fine,
but he didn't do anything to you.
- Hmm. So you admit
that you did something.
- I admit according to
you I did something. Sure.
- You dimed me out.
- I did not dime you out.
When the sheriffs came to the house
and asked me where you got the car,
I said I didn't know.
I didn't even know it was stolen.
And you're blaming that on me?
- You could have covered for me, huh?
- You get caught for stealing
a car and it's my fault.
You're resisting arrest
and it's the cop's fault.
- (chuckles) Well, he took
a swing at me, you know?
- Look, get kicked off the football team,
it's the coach's fault.
Mom and Dad kick you out of the house,
it's their fault.
You can't even keep a job
for more than two weeks,
'cause it's every manager's fault.
- I'm surrounded by idiots.
- So why did you come, to piss me off?
(Nick snickers)
- Don't you get it?
You're the good twin.
I'm the evil one. (groans)
- Grow up.
You are so afraid to
take things seriously.
- Oh. Yeah.
As afraid as Wade is
of leaving good ol' Gainesville? Huh?
New York City.
Well, I hear they got
buildings as tall as the sky!
- Okay.
(ominous music)
- Two, 42... Hike!
- Go, go!
Whoa.
What's that smell?
- That's bad.
- Whoa.
- Oh, my God.
- Dalton, did you crap your pants again?
- Huh? No.
I don't know. Maybe.
I mean, I'm wearing my
work clothes, so...
- Oh!
Ugh, it's horrible.
- Something's dead out there.
- No, something's dead right here.
We need to drink it back to life.
Bless me, dawg.
(energetic music)
- Come on, man.
Hi, pretty Carly.
Hey, what's Wade short
for, dude? (chuckles)
Who?
Ooh.
What up, Nick?
- Stop!
- [Dalton] You guys gonna
do it tonight, or what?
- Screw off, dude.
- Stop.
- What?
Come on, you know you want it.
I was joking. Come on, man, enough!
You don't got to spray it at me, dude.
Dude, look at that...
- He keeps messing around, though.
- God, dude.
♪ You call me what you want to ♪
♪ They call me sire ♪
- Dalton, what did I say?
- All right, my bad, my bad. Sorry.
What? No, it's off.
- It's killing me.
Give it...
- No!
- [Carly] Oh, when the tables turn!
- Come on. Don't.
- [Carly] Look how cute
you are on camera, though!
You look good!
I think we might have
to do a little makeover.
What do you think?
- Looks like a Smurf.
- So why'd you steal that car, anyway?
I mean, you didn't need to do that.
Get that rush, huh?
- Something like that.
- You're coming out.
- No, I don't know, man.
I don't know.
- If you don't,
I will be so mad. (giggles)
- [Dalton] Damn, Paige!
- Look how good you look!
- Hey.
- He looks like Elton John,
but more gay.
- Elton John is gay?
(girls giggling)
- You look hot.
- Hey, shut up.
- Isn't yellow his color?
- It's so in style.
- [Wade] Why don't you ever
make me that pretty, Carly?
- [Carly] Hi.
♪ Don't let go till I can't breathe ♪
- [Carly] Look at you.
-Hi.
-Hi.
- Give me my camera, baby, come on now.
♪ Cut me up ♪
- [Dalton] Oh, yeah, that's good.
Let me get some of that action.
That's hot.
♪ Cut me up ♪
♪ Cut through me ♪
- Don't even think about it.
I ain't kissing you, dude.
- [Dalton] Come on, you
know you want to, man.
Ha-ha. Just kidding.
Besides, I wouldn't
kiss your ass for shit.
(engine idles)
(ominous music)
- Yeah?
- Hey, yo, man, you need something?
- [Carly] What does he want?
- Hey, can you turn off
your lights, please?
(intense music)
(finger tapping)
- Okay, this is getting kind of creepy.
- Hey, come on, man. Get out of here.
Nothing to see here. Let's go.
- Can we help you?
- Maybe we're on his property.
- No, we didn't pass a gate.
- Hey, man, turn your lights off.
- [Wade] Hello!
- Turn your lights off.
I'm serious, man, turn your lights off
or I'm whipping someone's ass.
- It's all right. It's cool, man.
(glass shattering)
- Nick!
Oh, my...
(engine rumbling)
- What?!
(engine rumbling)
Yeah!
(engine hums)
That was great.
That was great, dude.
- My man Nick here's hard-core.
- What the hell was that about, huh?
- [Dalton] You're the man, dude.
- Don't encourage him.
Come on. He's gone.
(light tense music)
(footsteps pattering)
(dramatic music)
(footsteps pattering)
(ominous music)
(music intensifying)
Wade.
Wade.
Wade!
(Wade grunts)
I heard something.
(Wade groans)
- It's probably a serial
killer or something.
(Wade groans)
(soft eerie music)
(crickets chirping)
(animal chittering)
(Carly gasps)
(bird calling)
(crickets chirping)
(soft eerie music)
(dramatic music)
What are you doing?
- (gasping) You scared me.
What are you doing?
- Getting you back to bed.
Come on. Let's go to sleep.
- I heard something.
- Get in that tent.
(Carly giggles)
- Ah, damn it.
Hey, it's 2:30! Get up!
Let's go, guys. Get up.
Get up!
Wade, Dalton, let's go.
(clapping) We're gonna miss the damn game.
Nick! Get up!
(sighs) Damn.
- Dude, you see my camera anywhere?
- Nah, man.
- You guys seen my camera anywhere?
- [Nick] Like I give a
shit about your camera.
(Carly chuckles)
- So, you and Wade talk some more?
- We're just in different
places right now.
And he hasn't given me
a guilt trip for going,
so I can't give him one for staying.
Ugh!
(ominous music)
- Oh, my God, there's that smell again.
- I think it's coming
from over there. (grunts)
- Yeah, let's go follow
the smell. (scoffs)
- What? I want to see what it is.
- Why?
- [Carly] Come on!
(engine sputtering)
- What the hell was that?
(Dalton sighs)
No way.
Are you serious?
It was brand-new.
(Nick chuckles)
Someone's fucking with me.
- I cannot believe
you're making me do this.
(chuckles) Only you.
- Come on. It'll be fine.
- I'm gonna throw up.
(Carly grunts)
(insects buzzing)
- Oh, my God. I hate you.
(Carly laughs)
(dramatic music)
- Whoa!
- Carly!
(Carly thudding)
(Carly sobs)
(insects buzzing)
Carly!
- Paige!
Are you okay?
- [Carly] I'm stuck!
Wade!
Please help me get out of here!
- [Paige] We're down here!
(Carly screams)
Guys, help us!
(Carly whimpers)
(eerie music)
(Carly gasps)
- Guys!
- Where are you?!
- Get down here!
- Carly!
- Hey! Hey!
- I can't get out!
- Carly, I'm coming!
- Here! I'm here, hey!
- Wade! Where are you?
- Hang on, baby!
- All right, right here. Carly!
Hold on. I'm here.
- Ah, man.
- Here. Grab me, baby.
Come on. Come on.
I got you. Get up.
Oh.
You all right?
Oh, man.
- [Blake] There's a
roadkill pit down here.
- You all right?
- I fell in.
- Oh, yeah. That smells about right.
- Baby, you okay?
- Uh-huh.
- Come on, I got you.
(Carly panting)
It's okay.
(Carly panting)
- [Blake] Hey, is that
the truck from last night?
- Not unless he fixed his headlight.
(engine rumbling)
(tools clattering)
(fly buzzing)
- [Wade] Hey!
- Don't you see that?
What is that?
(eerie music)
- No way.
What are you doing, man?
- Anyone need a hand?
(laughing) I'm just foolin'.
It's not real, see?
(finger tapping)
- [Carly] (sighing) God.
- I found it on the side of
the road a few weeks ago.
- Oh, my God, are you okay?
- Sorry we took so long.
- It's all right.
- What are you guys doing 'round here?
- We were all camping
up through those trees.
- I have water in here somewhere. God.
- Oh, good.
- Hey, you guys seen
my camera, by any chance?
- Are you kidding?
- No.
- Damn.
- Hey, you don't know if there's
a gas station around here, do you?
- Well, I got some gas in the truck, if-
- I need a fan belt.
- What?
- Just busted.
- Of course. Perfect.
- Bo might have one.
Runs a station in Ambrose.
- Where's that?
- 15 miles up the road.
- Let's just get one in Baton Rouge.
We'll put it on when we get back.
- Man, there's no way I'm leaving my car.
What if that guy from last night
comes and strips it or something?
- Well, whatever, man. You're
gonna miss the game, then.
- Yeah, well, that's not why I came.
- All right, then, look.
I'll run you up to the
station, but let's go now.
Kickoff's in a couple hours.
- Dude, you're already late.
You still gotta find a
scalper and snag tickets.
Y'all should just go now.
I'll stay with my car.
It's fine. Just go and get me
a fan belt on the way back.
And make sure it's a 15-inch.
Gotcha.
- I'll give you a ride.
- You serious?
- If you like.
- Well, yeah.
- That's cool?
- Yeah, if it's cool.
- I'm going with you.
- No, no, no.
- Carly, no.
- Yes. It'll be fine.
- All right, let's go.
Come on, Paige.
- Carly.
- What?
- [Blake] Hey, I'll get you guys tickets
and leave them at will call.
- Thank you.
- All right. All good, man.
- [Blake] Come on, babe.
(tense music)
(man chuckles)
- No, it's okay.
(Carly pants)
- Come on, babe.
So let's get out of here.
(Dalton exhales)
- Man,
you're just gonna let
them leave like that?
With a guy who throws roadkill
in a pit for a living?
- You clean shit for a
living, Mr. Septic Tank Man.
What's the difference?
- Well, I don't walk
through it, that's one.
That's a difference, right?
Yup. (chuckles)
(ominous music)
(engine humming)
(tools clattering)
(man snickers)
- Can you roll the window down, please?
- [Wade] Yeah.
- Sorry 'bout that.
(chuckling) Truck's seen better days.
- Do you mind rolling
down your window, then?
- Not at all.
(handle squeaking)
Sorry. I kinda get used to the smell.
- Really? I don't think I
could ever get used to it.
- Well, you can get used to anything,
if you're around it long enough.
Oh, if you get 'em in the early morning
before the sun bakes 'em
up, they're not so bad.
If they're fresh, though,
I just take 'em home.
Why waste the meat?
(Carly sighs)
- Are we almost there yet?
- It's just up the road.
Yep, Ambrose used to be a pretty nice town
before the interstate came in.
You like knives!
- Not really.
- Tools of the trade.
You want to see it?
- That's okay.
- It's a bowie.
It's a good knife.
That'll cut through anything.
(dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
- Oh, shit.
Hey, what's going on, man?
You said there was a town up here.
- Well, yeah, there is.
It's just around that bend.
I gotta flip my hubs into four-wheel.
You mind giving me a hand?
- When's the last time that you were here?
- (chuckles) Well, you don't believe me?
I forgot this way in's
washed out, that's all.
- We'll walk the rest of the way, then.
Thank you. You've done enough.
- Now, why would you want to do that?
- Look, we want to walk,
okay? Just let us out now.
- Sure.
(eerie music)
(music intensifying)
Well, get out, then!
Try and do something nice for someone.
- Look, man, it's not
like that, all right?
We appreciate it.
- (laughing) Yeah, I can tell.
- Is he still staring?
- Yeah. Just keep walking.
- Oh, like I'm gonna stop.
- Damn...
Now I feel like a real asshole.
- I don't care. That guy was a freak.
- Yeah.
(ominous music)
(horns honking)
- Dude, it's over.
- It'll move.
(rock song plays low on stereo)
(Blake sighs)
- It's not moving.
- Look, we'll make it for the second half.
- Okay, dude, I'm not
sitting in this traffic.
- Well, then what do you want me to do?
- Come on, man. Let's
just go to Carly and Wade-
- We have to go back come on.
- Turn around.
- I'm not missing the
best game of the year.
- Turn the car around. Okay?
- Come on, they're waiting for us already.
(horn honks)
- Slow down, speedy. God!
(Carly laughs)
Miss Ambrose.
Wonder how many teeth you
have to have to win that one.
(Carly chuckles)
This is kind of nice.
- Yeah.
Oh, wait, babe, there's a pet store.
- Oh, great.
- Come on.
(Carly gasps)
- Are those puppies? Oh, my God!
Look at them!
- [Wade] They're cute, adorable.
Maybe next time. Come on.
- Oh, my God.
- Come on.
(rock music playing softly)
- Hello?
(Carly sighs)
(bell jangling)
- [Wade] Hello?
(bluesy rock music plays in distance)
You see anybody?
- No, nobody.
(cell phone rings)
- Oh.
Hello?
- Hey, it's me.
We're heading back.
- Really, why? What happened?
- [Paige] Traffic.
Did you get that fan
belt thing or whatever?
- (sighs) No. There's no
one at the gas station.
I don't know where we're going right now.
- [Paige] So, where do you
want us to pick you up?
- Why don't you just head up the road
that we got off at for the campsite?
It's washed out at the end.
Call us when you get
there. We'll meet you.
(newscast plays low in background)
- [Paige] We'll camp in the
same place as yesterday,
but, you know, away
from that pet cemetery.
- (chuckles) Cool. See you then.
- Hey. There's that House of Wax.
- Wade, what about the fan belt?
- Well, there's no one at the station.
- Why don't we ask someone in the church?
- All right. All right.
(pipe organ music)
(dog barking in distance)
- [Priest] Let us all bow our heads
and say a prayer for our
beloved deceased friend.
(mourner sobbing)
- Oh...
We should go.
- Yeah.
(door creaking)
(Wade coughs)
- What do we do?
Just wait out here?
- I don't know.
I feel kind of messed up
waiting outside a church
for a funeral to end.
Hey, man, sorry about
walking in. We didn't know-
- You shouldn't have walked in.
- Yeah, I know, it's just
that we have car trouble
and we're not from this town.
- We were actually looking
for a guy named Bo.
He works at the gas station.
- [Bo] You found him.
- Really?
Well (clears throat),
we need a fan belt.
We were camping up the road and-
- A fan belt?
- Yeah.
- You walk in on a funeral
for a fucking fan belt?
Well, let me just go dump
the casket in the ground.
I'll be right there.
- Look, we're sorry.
- Yeah.
(door creaks)
- That's twice today. I'm an asshole.
Let's just go back to the road.
- Hey.
Hey, I'm sorry.
You know, someone very
special to me passed,
and I didn't mean to take it out on you.
- No, no, no, no. It's
totally understandable.
- I reckon things will wrap up soon.
Why don't I meet you
guys back at the station
in about a half?
- That'd be great, if that's okay.
- Yeah.
Great.
What?
- Nothing.
Looks like your fan club's
gotten a little bigger.
- Are you serious?
- Yeah. I am serious.
And it's obvious Dalton still
has a crush on you, too.
- Oh, my God.
Okay, that's three times today.
You're an asshole.
Let's go see your famous House of Wax.
- [Wade] But I'm still your
favorite asshole, right?
- [Carly] Always. (laughs)
(woman singing in foreign language)
(classical opera music)
I don't know what you
expect to see in here.
(Wade chuckles)
- It is wax.
Like, literally.
- Huh.
(door thuds)
- You're not gonna go in there, are you?
- Yeah.
(woman singing in foreign language)
(door thudding)
- [Carly] Doesn't closed mean
I don't want you in here?
- [Wade] Relax, I just
want to take a quick look.
- [Carly] What if someone's here?
- [Wade] Hello? Anyone in here?
See? We're fine.
Wow. How cool is this?
Everything in here is
wax: the floor, the walls.
Look at this. This is wax.
- [Carly Yeah, cool. Awesome.
- [Wade] Who are these
people supposed to be?
- I don't know.
- Aren't there supposed to be
famous people in a wax museum?
I don't recognize this guy. (chuckles)
- "Trudy opens House of Wax."
"Trudy's wax carvings are
a hit at the State Fair."”
"Trudy and husband are
expecting first child.”
Since when is a wax sculptor a celebrity?
- I don't know. Small town, I guess.
- That's right. You like small towns.
- I didn't say I wasn't
gonna like New York.
I just said I haven't made a decision yet.
I still have time, all right?
- Mm-hmm.
Well, I'd really like
you to be there with me.
- Oh, no! There's a fire.
Help me, Carly. I'm melting.
My skirt's gonna catch on fire.
My legs are all burned.
- Cut it out, please.
- You're my hero.
- [Carly] That's not cool.
- Hey, Car.
There's a dog for you.
Hey, puppy. You a little wax dog, too?
What up, dawg?
(dog growling)
Jesus!
(Carly laughs)
- That is cool.
- What the?
Yeah, ha-ha, laugh it up.
What's a dog doing in here anyway?
(striking keys)
(light piano music)
- Vincent?
Another Vincent.
(eerie music)
This Vincent guy's quite the artist.
- Yeah, I think this
Vincent guy needs therapy.
I mean, look how detailed this is.
Tell me this doesn't look real.
- I don't really care.
I mean, not that it's bad,
but everything made out of wax,
don't you think that's a little weird?
- Those aren't wax.
- Oh, whatever.
Hey, when do you think
the last person was here?
A while, probably.
(dramatic music)
(Carly gasps)
What? What is it?
- I just saw someone.
- It was probably just a wax thing.
- No, no. It wasn't a wax thing.
It was moving and it was freaky-looking.
- I'll go check it out.
- Wade, where are you going?
Don't leave me.
Wade, come on.
- Hang here a second.
- No. Wait.
(door thudding)
(low ominous music)
(door rattling)
(floor creaking)
(distant thudding)
(dramatic music)
(Carly gasps)
(Carly screams)
(intense music)
- Whoa! Hey!
Damn, Carly, what's wrong?
- This place is freaking me out.
- Hey, calm down. There's no one out here.
- Please, I just want to go.
- Okay, okay.
We'll go to the station then.
- [Dalton] Ah, dude, I
had to pee so bad, man.
(Dalton moaning)
Come on, dude!
- Hey, are you guys gonna have sex?
- What?
- 'Cause me and Paige are.
- So you two go pick them up.
- Yeah, all right.
- Hey, Paige.
- Yeah?
- Nick and Dalton
are gonna go get them.
- Why? We can go.
- Oh, baby! Come on.
I'm tired of driving.
- Okay.
- Why don't you let my man drive?
- Really?
Ah, you heard him. Move.
- Give me the damn keys.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Very slow. Thank you.
- I still don't think this is cool,
just coming in here like this.
- What?
Look, the door was unlocked.
He said he was gonna be half an hour.
He's been, like, 45 minutes.
I'm sure he won't mind.
You know, if your brother and his yes-man
hadn't come along in the first place,
we all would have fit with Blake
and none of this would have happened.
- Once again, that's not my fault.
- I mean, I don't
understand his beef with me.
I've always tried to be cool with him.
- Nick's got beef with everybody.
You just can't take it personally.
- Yeah, I guess.
- Nick and I always
used to stick together,
and then, when we were in junior high,
Nick would get into a little
trouble here and there
and our parents would
always, like, compare us.
I was the good twin,
and Nick was the evil
twin, as he likes to say.
He kind of got this image.
He totally played it up
as if that's what he
had to be or something.
(sighs) It's already getting dark.
I hate the winter.
- He's got everything but a 15-inch.
Just have to use a 16-inch.
Make it work somehow.
- You plan on stealing that?
- No.
We just didn't know how much
longer you were gonna be,
and, you know, we didn't
want to interrupt again.
But I left you some money on the counter,
but you don't even really
have the right size.
You don't have any 15-inches.
- I do at the house.
- Look, I hope you're not getting
the wrong idea that we're in here.
- No, it's okay.
- Does that cover it?
- It's close enough.
Look, why don't we head up to the house
and get the one you need?
You know, it's only a couple blocks.
- Yeah, all right.
- You keep fan belts at your house?
- Well, I get things delivered
there when I'm not here.
Now, look, if you want to hold onto
the 16, that's fine by me.
- No, no, no, no, no, no. It's okay.
- Hey, you mind if I use
your restroom real fast?
- Oh, up at the house.
That one's out of order.
- All right.
So is it too late
to sign Carly up for that beauty pageant?
Now, unfortunately, it is,
'cause you would have won hands down.
- (chuckles) Thank you.
- [Wade] So, that House
of Wax was pretty cool.
- You went inside?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, it was unlocked, so, you know.
- Everything seems to be unlocked
around you, now don't it?
Yeah, people used to come
to see it from miles away.
And Trudy was the main, I guess artist
is the appropriate word.
- What about Vincent?
I saw his name on a lot of the work.
- One of Trudy's boys.
- They still around?
- No, no.
It's a horrible story.
Trudy's husband, Doc Sinclair,
he was a doctor in the big city
until he got his license revoked
for doing surgeries on the side, you know,
stuff that, you know, most
doctors wouldn't dare do.
So, he moved him and
Trudy out here to Ambrose,
made a fresh start with
his medical practice
and, you know, Trudy really found
her calling with that
whole wax sculpture thing.
It was her dream to do something
really incredible here.
Then she had a couple
kids, picket fence...
- What's so horrible about that?
- Yeah?
- Trudy got a cyst in her brain.
She just started rotting away.
Couldn't work no more,
and she went crazy.
Things got so bad that Doc Sinclair
finally had to strap her to the bed.
I mean, the whole town could hear her
screaming from the house.
Dr. Sinclair was so depressed
that he couldn't save her,
he (mimics gun firing)
blew his head right off.
- That's terrible.
- It was worse for the two boys,
left all alone like that.
Both ended up in foster homes.
- Hey, why don't you two hop in?
I'll go get the fan belt,
and I'll give you a ride back to your car.
- No, actually, we got
some friends picking us up
where the road's washed out.
- I'll give you a lift there, then.
It's the least I could
do for making y'all wait.
- Cool.
- All right.
- Hey, you need,
you said you need to use
the facilities, right?
- Yeah. Thanks.
- Need to use the can?
- No, that's okay. I'm fine.
All right.
So, where you heading to, anyway?
- Oh, we're just going to a football game.
- Hey, the bathroom is
right down the hall.
Let me get out of this jacket and tie
and I'll grab the fan belt.
- Okay. Thanks.
(ominous music)
(engine humming)
- Just let me drive, bitch.
He gave me the keys, man.
- Yeah, 'cause he thinks I'm the one
who stole the car and crashed it.
- Whatever, man.
You didn't have to cover for me, dude.
- Hey, your jacket's clean, all right?
Mine's already got plenty of stains on it.
One more's not gonna make a difference.
Where the hell is this place?
Town's not even on the GPS.
- That's weird.
(toilet flushing)
(door creaking)
(soft ominous music)
(Wade squeaks)
(Wade chuckles)
(Carly sighs deeply)
(keys jingling)
(radio music)
(Carly sighs)
(soft ominous music)
(machine whirring)
(tool rattling)
(tense music)
(music intensifying)
(dramatic music)
(horn honking)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
(object rattling)
(knocking on door)
- Hello?
(switch clicking)
Hello?
(door rattling)
(knocking on door)
Hello?
(knocking on door)
I'm in here!
(intense music)
Hello? I'm in here!
(knocking on door)
(door rattling)
(knocking on door)
Hey!
(door rattling)
Hello?
(pounding on door)
Hello!
(skin tearing)
(Wade screaming)
(intense music)
(Wade whimpering)
(Wade gasping)
(intense music)
(scissors whooshing)
(Wade screaming)
(horn honking)
(music intensifying)
(foot thudding)
(keypad beeping)
(line ringing)
- Come on.
(phone ringing)
(rap music playing on radio)
(Paige gasps)
- [Blake] Hey, it's Blake.
You know what to do.
(machine beeps)
- Guys, where the hell are you?
Listen, remember the truck
that came to the campsite last night?
I think we just ran into him.
(tense music)
Where's Wade?
- Oh, he's not out here?
Guess he's still in the bathroom, then.
I got the fan belt.
You're not in a hurry, are you?
'Cause I wanted to load the
truck up with some stuff first.
What are you doing?
- Waiting for Wade.
- Open the damn door.
This is my truck.
(handle jiggling)
Hey.
What is the matter with you?
If you don't open this door,
I'm gonna call the cops.
- You're the guy from the campsite.
(hand thudding)
(Carly shrieks)
(glass shattering)
Wade!
(Carly screams)
- What are you doing? Stop!
- Wade!
- Get out of the truck!
(Carly grunting)
I'm just trying to help you.
Give me the keys! Hey!
(engine starts)
Hey!
Stop or I'm calling the cops!
(engine revving)
(Carly grunting)
(Carly panting)
(engine revving)
(tires sputtering)
(engine backfiring)
(Carly whimpering)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(Carly gasps)
- So, you think Carly and
Wade are gonna stay together
when she moves to New York?
'Cause she be looking
at me sometimes like...
- Dalton, it ain't happening.
- What? What do you mean?
- And even if it was
happening, it ain't happening.
Nothing personal.
- Why, you like me
better than Wade, right?
- Wade's not so bad.
- Yeah, I like Wade, too.
(intense music)
(Carly panting)
(sinister music)
(tool clicking)
(Wade groaning)
(dog whimpering)
(Wade groaning)
(ade grunting)
(Carly panting)
(electrical whirring)
(Wade whimpering weakly)
(machine whirring)
(liquid sputtering)
(Wade muffled screaming)
(sinister music)
(Carly gasping)
(pipe organ playing in distance)
- Help! Please, somebody!
Please!
Please help me!
(panting) No!
(people crying)
(eerie music)
(gasps) No way.
No.
(pipe organ music playing on recording)
Oh, no.
What...
(mannequin cracking)
(Carly screams)
(suspenseful music)
(Carly gasps)
No!
(door creaking)
(ominous music)
- [Bo] I'm sorry, Mama.
These people just have no respect.
(eerie music)
(tense music)
(Carly screaming)
(dramatic music)
(Carly whimpering)
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
- Help! Help, please!
Please help!
Please! Over here!
- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
- Help me!
- Shh.
- What are you gonna do to me?
(engine humming)
- Is this it?
- Yeah.
- Well, should we drive
through it, you think?
- (scoffs) Through all that?
- I don't know. I could do it.
- Ha!
That's what I thought.
(car alarm chirps)
- Put me down!
No!
(Carly sobbing)
♪ You cut off ♪
♪ All of your fingers ♪
♪ Trade them in for dollar bills ♪
♪ Cake on some more makeup
to cover up all those lines ♪
♪ Wake up and stop shaking ♪
♪ 'Cause you're just wasting time... ♪
- [Carly] Let me go!
♪ You take but cannot be given ♪
(Carly screams)
♪ You ride but cannot be ridden ♪
- Please.
♪ Pinch this tiny heart of mine ♪
♪ Wrap it up in soiled twine ♪
♪ You never read what you've written ♪
- [Nick] Hello?
♪ I'll be your lover ♪
♪ I'll be forever ♪
- [Dalton] Carly? Wade?
Hello!
- Dalton!
♪ When I'm high ♪
- All right, listen.
One word, and this is
going through your throat.
Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- Man, there's music playing,
but I don't think anyone's here.
- No one's here.
- [Dalton] Where you going?
- [Nick] To that grocery store we passed.
I'm thirsty.
- Well, what about your
sister and Wade, man?
- Maybe they're at the store.
What?
- Well, I don't know, man. I
mean, we came all this way.
You don't think we
should just look for "em?
- All right, check it.
I'm gonna go this way.
All right? You go that way.
We don't find 'em, we meet
back here, go back to the road.
Cool?
- Okay.
(light music)
- Yo! Paying customer!
(knocking on door)
Hello!
(dog barking in distance)
(eerie music)
- [Bo] Don't move.
- Now what are you do-
- Shh. It's okay.
(Carly sobbing)
Shh. Just stay still.
(Carly grunting)
It's a shame we have to close
that pretty mouth of yours.
(Carly muffled crying)
Especially with the way those lips curve.
(Carly muffled screaming)
(handle rattling)
- Hey.
I'm looking for my
sister and her boyfriend.
They were looking for a
fan belt or something.
(Carly muffled screaming)
(metal clangs)
- I don't think I've seen them.
- Well, this is the only
gas station in town, right?
- That's right.
- Yeah, then they were definitely here.
- I just told you I didn't see 'em.
- Does somebody else work here?
- No, I own the station,
and I would've seen them.
- Well...
I was just here a few minutes ago,
and you didn't see me.
You weren't even here.
- Sorry. Can't help you.
(Carly muffled cries)
- What was that?
- Nothing. That was just my dog.
Actually, you know what?
My brother Vincent was
down here for a while.
He could've helped your sister out.
They could be up at the house.
- No, my friend went that way earlier.
- Really?
Well, maybe he ran into
my brother up there, then.
(music intensifying)
(bone snapping)
(Carly muffled screaming)
Want to head up to the house?
- Yeah, whatever.
(Carly muffled sobbing)
- So, what's your sister
look like, anyway?
- Nick!
Nick, help me!
(dramatic music)
(Bo grunts)
(fists thudding)
Please help me! I'm down here!
(lock clicking)
(door thudding)
(tense music)
Nick!
- Carly!
- [Carly] I'm downstairs!
(door thudding)
(gasps) Thank God.
- Jesus.
Okay. I'm here, I got you.
- (grunts) Okay.
Here. Watch my finger.
Watch my finger.
- Oh, my God.
He did this to you?
- Where is he?
Where is he?
- I locked him out.
Where the hell's Wade?
- I don't know. He went into the house.
This place is a freak show.
Aah!
(intense music)
- Hello?
Hello? Anyone here?
Carly! Wade!
Hello?
(Dalton whistles)
Anyone here?
This is a weird place.
Hello?
Anyone home?
Carly.
Carly?
Wade!
What the hell you doing, bro?
Man, come on, everyone's
waiting for you at the campsite.
Wade?
(Wade grunts)
Holy shit, man.
Hold tight, man. Hold tight.
I'm gonna get you out of this.
Ugh!
Oh, oh!
All right, I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry.
Oh, my God.
All right, all right.
What happened to you, man?
Holy...
(Dalton grunts)
(dramatic music)
Hold on! Hold on!
(Dalton thudding)
(intense music)
No, no!
(knives thudding)
(intense music)
(Carly panting)
(engine rumbling)
- He's leaving.
All right, stay here.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
All right.
Car's by the road.
Damn it. Dalton's got the keys.
Dalton.
Oh, we got to call the cops.
(phone beeping)
Shit.
Hey.
Where's your cell phone?
It might be in the
truck, up near the house.
- Okay.
- What about Wade?
I think he has him, too.
What if he turns him to wax?
- What do you mean, wax?
- You don't get it.
They're all wax. Everyone.
No, wait.
There was a woman in here.
She was alive. She
pulled the curtain back.
(static hissing quietly)
(dramatic music)
(Nick shouts)
(machine squeaking)
The whole town is rigged.
- That's impossible.
(mechanism sliding)
You're saying that that's a real person...
Underneath?
- Yes. At the church,
they were all like that.
At least 20 more.
(light ominous music)
♪ Now we're dancin' on the floor ♪
♪ With all these players keeping score ♪
♪ But I'm just tr yin' to dig your soul ♪
♪ Soul ♪
- [Blake] Come here, baby.
♪ Somehow you're doin' what you can ♪
♪ To keep a brother holdin' on ♪
♪ The way you move your body, babe ♪
♪ It drives me wild ♪
♪ I love the way you're lookin", babe ♪
♪ You're just my style ♪
♪ Sexy, and you don't even know it, baby ♪
♪ You got it open, baby ♪
♪ Like what you do, the
way you're doin' me ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Go on, get down ♪
♪ Get funky, babe ♪
♪ Keep on doin' what you're doin' ♪
♪ What you do ♪
♪ All my players sing ♪
♪ The way you move your body, babe ♪
♪ It drives me wild ♪
♪ I love the way you're lookin', babe ♪
♪ You're just my style ♪
♪ Sexy, and you don't even know it, baby ♪
♪ You got it open, baby ♪
- Come here, sexy.
♪ The way you're doin' me ♪
- Baby, we need to talk.
- Mm-hmm.
- I really need to talk to you.
- What's up with the music?
What?
- (sighs) Okay, I'm not sure,
and I don't want to freak
you out or anything-
- Wait, baby, just hold on one second;
I'm gonna be right back.
- I need to tell you this.
- I'm just gonna go handle
the music; I'll be right back.
No, let me just tell you this.
Blake...
Goddamn it! I need to
talk to you for a minute!
Blake!
♪ The way you move your body, babe ♪
♪ It drives me wild ♪
♪ I love the way you're looking, babe ♪
♪ You're just my style... ♪
- [Carly] Guys, where the hell are you?
Listen, remember the truck that came
to the campsite last night?
I think we just ran into him.
Where's Wade?
- [Bo] He's still in the bathroom.
What are you doing?
- [Carly] Waiting for Wade.
- [Bo] This is my truck!
- [Carly] You're the
guy from the campsite!
(Carly screams)
(glass shattering)
(wind whistling softly)
- Blake?
Blake?
(dramatic music)
(Paige screams)
(Paige screaming)
(blood sloshing)
(sinister music)
(Paige gasping)
(switches clicking)
(tense music)
(metal creaking)
(Paige screaming)
(dramatic music)
(Paige breathing heavily)
(ominous music)
(music intensifying)
(door thudding)
(Paige yelling)
(ominous music)
(Paige gasping)
(glass shattering)
(blood trickling)
(ominous music)
(reel clicking)
(dog barking in distance)
(suspenseful music)
- He said he had a brother, right?
- Yeah.
- Vincent.
- At the House of Wax, he
did all the sculptures.
He's got to be the one that does the wax.
What if he's around here somewhere?
- [Nick] Yeah.
- Wait.
Nick, what are you doing?
You gotta be careful.
- I am being careful.
(door rattles)
- No, no, no, no, no.
It'll make too much noise.
Why do you have to be so damn stubborn?
He will find us.
- Yeah, chances are he will, anyway.
At least with this, he
might not want to find us.
(glass shattering)
That's about right.
(dog barks in distance)
(ominous music)
(gun firing)
- Go, Carly. Run.
(intense music)
(gun firing)
(soundtrack winding up to speed)
(piano plays somber melody)
J; I've written a letter to Daddy
(suspenseful music)
(door creaks)
(suspenseful music)
♪ Above ♪
♪ I've written, Dear Daddy, we miss you ♪
- [Bo] I know you're in here.
♪ With us to love ♪
- [Usher] Shh.
♪ Instead of a stamp, I've put kisses ♪
♪ The postman says that's best to do ♪
♪ I've written a letter to Daddy ♪
(indistinct chattering)
(coughing over speaker)
♪ Saying I ♪
(man coughs)
♪ Love you ♪
(piano plays somber melody)
(suspenseful music)
(gun thudding)
(suspenseful music)
- Nick!
(gun firing)
(Bo grunts)
(Bo grunting)
♪ I love you ♪
(gun firing)
- Edwin, you certainly
can play, can't you?
- And you certainly can sing.
- Oh!
(Bo grunts)
(arrow shoots)
(Bo yells)
- Empty shells.
(shells clattering)
Check him for ammo.
(Carly pants)
(suspenseful music)
- There's nothing in his pockets.
Give me this.
Nick, let's get out of here.
Let's go.
- [Nick] Is there anybody
left alive in this town?
- [Carly] What about this Vincent guy?
- [Nick] Who knows if
there even is a Vincent?
We gotta get out of this place.
- Look, what about Wade and Dalton?
We can't just leave them behind.
- [Nick] You said your cell
phone's in the truck, right?
- Yeah.
- All right, this is what we're gonna do.
I'm gonna go up to the truck
and get your cell phone,
and see if I can get some help.
You go back to the road.
Paige and Blake are back-
- No way. No.
- Hey.
- I'm not leaving you.
- Why do you have to be so...
Damn stubborn.
Okay.
We stick together,
nothing's gonna happen to us.
- Yeah.
- [Nick] Come on.
- That way.
It's under the front seat.
- Nice parking job.
It's not in there.
- Wade and Dalton.
- [Carly] Wade went in
there and never came out.
- All right.
We'll go in quick, one pass.
If we can't find them,
we have to get the hell out of here.
- Yeah.
- Let's try the back.
(dog barking in distance)
(suspenseful music)
Stay close.
(latch opening)
(door creaks)
(Carly pants)
(door creaks)
(phone beeping)
(door creaks)
Dalton?
Wade?
- Nick.
Nick, there's guns.
(suspenseful music)
(glass shatters)
(chains rattling)
It's bolted to the wall.
(Nick grunts)
There's got to be a key
around here somewhere.
(paper rustles)
(suspenseful music)
(door thudding)
(Bo clattering)
(Bo grunting)
(Bo panting softly)
(water running)
(Bo grunting)
(Bo yells)
(intense music)
- Fuck!
(Bo yells)
(soft music)
(Bo grunting)
(Bo retching)
(Bo panting)
(engine humming)
(brakes squealing)
- No.
(dog barks)
(Carly panting)
Goddamn it.
I told him not to do that.
Hey!
You don't ever leave here without me.
You know better than that.
Don't be so stupid.
What's the matter with you?
(Carly panting softly)
Don't.
I said don't!
Get.
Get!
Fuckin' freak.
(match sizzling)
Hey.
Town's looking real good.
We almost finished what Mama started.
Those two are good. They'll fit perfect.
(Bo panting)
What'd I tell you, huh?
Isn't your work more real now?
Ma would be proud.
Yeah, she'd be real proud.
She always said that
your talent would make up
for what God took away from you.
And there's two more.
We still got a lot of work to do.
(Bo exhales)
Huh?
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(Carly muffled gasp)
- Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay, okay, okay.
- [Carly] I saw Paige and Blake's bodies.
They're dead.
- [Nick] We got to go. Now.
(generator rumbling)
- [Carly] Damn!
- I can't see anything.
There's got to be a light here somewhere.
(switches clicking)
(dogs whimpering)
(generator whirring)
(bell ringing)
(dramatic music)
(generator whirring)
Come on.
(suspenseful music)
Dalton.
- Nick.
- (sighs) I'll get you out of there.
(neck snapping)
(dramatic music)
- No...
No!
Nick.
Nick, please.
(Carly sobbing)
Oh, no.
(dramatic music)
That's Vincent!
(Nick grunts)
(blade scrapes)
(Carly grunts)
(Carly yells)
(flames blazing)
(Nick grunts)
- Come on, Carly!
Move it! Move it!
(Carly whimpers)
(liquid splashing)
(flames whooshing)
- Nick! Let's get out of here!
Hurry!
(Carly panting)
- [Nick] Come on! Come this way!
(Carly gasping)
(gasps) No.
Oh, my God. Wade.
- Come on.
- No!
- You sick fuck!
(Bo grunting)
(fists thudding)
(bat thudding)
(fist thudding)
(flames blazing)
(Nick and Bo grunting)
(flames blazing)
- [Bo] You're finished.
- No. (grunts)
(Bo grunting)
(Bo yelling)
(flames blazing)
(Nick shouts)
(Nick yells)
(Nick grunts)
(bat thudding)
(Bo grunting)
(flame whooshing)
- Carly! Behind you!
(Carly panting)
Come on!
Get up! Please!
(Vincent howling)
(intense music)
- Run!
Go, Carly! Run!
Hey, Vincent.
Hey!
Vincent!
(Carly gasps)
I swear to God, if you hurt her!
Vincent!
(Nick groaning)
(Carly panting)
(Nick grunting)
(Carly yells)
(sinister music)
(doors sloshing)
(light bulb shatters)
(Carly pants)
- No! Listen to me!
Listen to me.
I heard you talking.
You don't need to do this.
You don't have to listen to your brother.
I saw Bo's scars.
And the highchairs!
No! (screams)
You're not a freak!
He was!
(chandelier shattering)
(building shuddering)
(Nick grunting)
You don't need to do this!
Please!
You're an artist.
Bo was lying to you. He used you!
Do you really think that your mother
would've wanted you to do this?
Please don't kill me!
(dramatic music)
(Carly screams)
- Motherfucker!
(Carly thudding)
(both grunting)
Oh, shit.
(intense music)
(Vincent growling)
Carly!
(Carly grunting)
- I'm here.
(Carly grunts)
(Nick yells)
(Vincent growls)
(Carly screams)
- Carly, do it! Do it now!
(Carly yells)
(Vincent groaning)
(dramatic music)
(Carly screams)
(Carly grunts)
- Come on!
Nick, get up!
(both grunting)
(intense music)
(both gasping)
We're almost there!
- [Nick] How do we get out?
(building shuddering)
(fire blazing)
- Watch out!
- Shit!
- Nick. The wall.
Dig!
(Nick grunts)
- [Nick] Faster! Faster!
(fire whooshing)
- [Carly] Dig!
- Come on, Carly! Faster!
Go! Go!
Come on!
(intense music)
Come on!
- [Carly] Oh, God!
(building shuddering)
(Carly gasps)
(building rumbling)
(explosion booming)
(solemn music)
(indistinct radio chattering)
(sirens wailing in distance)
- Hey, that's my friend's camera.
Hey, that's my friend's camera!
- Sorry, son, that's evidence.
You guys okay?
(Nick laughs)
Well, don't worry. We'll
get you to the hospital.
- How could no one have
known about all of this?
- Truth is, this town's
hard as hell to get to.
It's been abandoned 10 years,
ever since that sugar mill shut down.
Hell, it ain't even on the map anymore.
We found all those cars
in that old factory.
Those Sinclair boys
have been pulling people off
the interstate for years.
If it wasn't for all
the smoke from the fire,
we wouldn't have even known.
- [Woman] Excuse me, sir, Louis wants
to talk to you over here.
- Yeah. Excuse me.
(solemn music)
(eerie music)
(liquid trickling)
- [Nick] Maybe there's
some good memories on this.
- You took it?
- It just felt wrong leaving it behind.
You know?
- You okay?
- We're okay.
- [Deputy] Sheriff?
- Yeah, Dave?
- [Dave] Ran the Sinclair
family through CDIC.
Trudy and the doctor didn't have two sons.
They had three.
(ominous music)
(sinister music)
♪ Burning on ♪
♪ Just like a match you
strike to incinerate ♪
♪ The lives ♪
♪ Of everyone you know ♪
♪ And what's the worst you take ♪
♪ From every heart you break ♪
♪ And like the blade you stain ♪
♪ Well, I've been holdin' on tonight ♪
♪ What's the worst that I can say ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ Came a time ♪
♪ When every star fall
brought you to tears again ♪
♪ We are ♪
♪ The very hurt you sold ♪
♪ And what's the worst you take ♪
♪ From every heart you break ♪
♪ And like the blade you stain ♪
♪ Well, I've been holdin' on tonight ♪
♪ What's the worst that I can say ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ Well, if you carry on this way ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ Can you ♪
♪ Hear me ♪
♪ Are you ♪
♪ Near me ♪
♪ Can we pretend ♪
♪ To leave and then ♪
♪ We'll meet again ♪
♪ When both our cars collide ♪
♪ What's the worst that I can say ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ Well, if you carry on this way ♪
♪ Things are better if I stay ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
♪ So long and good night ♪
(mellow rock music)
♪ A change of speed ♪
♪ A change of style ♪
♪ A change of scene ♪
♪ With no regrets ♪
♪ A chance to watch ♪
♪ Admire the distance ♪
♪ Still occupied ♪
♪ Though you forget ♪
♪ Different colors, different shades ♪
♪ Over each mistakes were made ♪
♪ I took the blame ♪
(metal rock music)
♪ You desecrate your temple with anger ♪
♪ A hollow body fueled by hate ♪
♪ Feel no better ♪
♪ Anger ♪
♪ Don't look for answers ♪
♪ Hatred ♪
♪ Blown away, there's never a reason why ♪
♪ It's sick either way ♪
♪ Sick either way you ♪
♪ Sick either way you look at it ♪
♪ So take ♪
♪ What you want and leave a hole inside ♪
♪ Take everything you need
to keep you satisfied ♪
♪ Break everything you
seem to try to hide ♪
♪ Take it all, but you're
never taking me alive ♪
♪ Alive ♪
♪ Alive ♪
♪ Alive ♪