My Little Eye (2002) - full transcript

Hi, I'm Emma
and I'm 23 years old,

and I want to come
live in your house.

- Hi, I'm Matt.
- Hi, my name is Danny.

Charlie, just... Charlie.

Like Madonna.

Rex.

I'd like to be
on the show because...

I want to get famous.

The prize is still
a million dollars, right?

The challenge.

For the experience, I guess.
Just to learn about myself.



You know, grow as a person
and all that bullshit.

- Why should you pick me?
- You should pick me 'cause...

I'm a fucking people person.

Um... why should you
choose me...?

'Cause I'm a team player.

What do I think about the rules?

- What? The nightly curfew?
- If it's a house in the middle of nowhere,

what would be the reason
to break the curfew anyway?

If we stay indoors...
when we're sleeping

and go outside during the day,
it's not a hard thing.

Well, usually
I don't like girls,

but, you know, these ones
don't bother me.

I think I could stick to the rules
for a million dollars, yeah.

Hey, check it out!



I think we're being watched.

Get up!

Good morning.

I'm sure this will be of
interest to some of you.

Morning, Matt.

You guys definitely waste food.

I miss fresh fruit.

Are you gonna eat those?

Go nuts.

You know what I miss?

The ocean.

I miss June...

My social worker.
June...

if you're watching this,
I miss you.

When we get out, we're
going to look so yesterday.

Next week we'll have plenty
of money to buy new stuff.

Hear, hear.

What do you miss, Emma?

Intelligent conversation.

Amen, sister!

I miss my grandpa.

Oh, grandpa!

Here you go, Danny.

I'm gonna take him on
vacation when we get back.

I miss my friends.

Although I'd like to think
that I've made some new ones.

Aiee-ee!

Probably just a coyote.

Yeah, it's
always a damn coyote.

I hate this house.
Fucking creepy-ass house.

What is it?
You see anything?

Nope, nothing as usual.

He's cute, right?

He's cute.

So?

So?

So I'd prefer
my intimate moments

to be intimate moments.

It's not a porn site.

You could always do it
under the covers,

or in the den... the freezer.

I don't know, there's just...
there's something.

He's just so intense
all the time.

Well, yeah.
He's a guy,

and it's been like six months
that he's been here.

He's really fucking horny.
He'd fuck a hole in the wall.

Shh-hh.

Okay, let's take a look.

It's definitely
cold in the house.

Nobody brought the flashlight
down here, huh?

- What do I do with the clicker thingy?
- I'm fine.

Oh, you motherfuckers.

Oh, yeah, this is deliberate.

They're putting the squeeze on us.
Look at this.

Everything has to have an angle with you.
Couldn't it have broken down?

So what do we do?

- I don't know.
- Let's light a fire.

There's no dried
firewood outside.

But there's plenty of dry shit in the attic.
We can chop some of that up.

Go to work, boys.

Oh, God!

It smells like piss in here!

Looks like Mommy and Daddy used to
keep the kiddies in the cupboard.

What parent would do that?

They must have been talking
to my stepfather.

Take cover!

- Hmph.
- I always wanted a talking one.

"Oh, Emma?"
"Yes, Matt?"

"Oh, Emma."
"Matt!"

"Emma!" "Matt!"

"Emma, Emma, oh, Emma!"
"Oh, Matt!" "Oh, Emma!"

"Oh, Matt!
Matt, wait, wait!"

"What? What?"
"Matt!"

"That's my ass."

"I know, Emma,
I know."

Grow up, Rex.

Don't give me
that "nice guy" bullshit.

You don't want to fuck? Don't
give me that "nice guy" thing.

"Oh, Matt... Matt...

You don't have a dick.

Why don't you have...
You don't have a dick?!"

You want to talk small dicks?

Charlie talked to Emma.

Take cover!

Yeah.

What the fuck are you
laughing at?

Today is the first day of the
rest of your life as a non-smoker.

Oh!

Jesus, I have never heard
so many fucking owls!

You think they have
a tape out there?

So, I'm thinking...

when we get back...

are we gonna get mobbed or what?

Have to go into hiding.

Have a stalker.

Hmm? Oh, yeah.

You know the number one
cause of most stalkings?

Forgetfulness.

Forgetfulness?

People forget to
close their curtains.

Their curtains?

I read about this one lady...

who used to walk around
inside her house at night,

buck naked, lights on,

curtains wide open.

She was always forgetting to close them
because her property overlooked some woods.

No one out there, right?

Well, there was.
This stalker guy.

Just watching those bright
welcoming windows every night.

He started to think she
didn't shut them because

she wanted him to see in.

She was inviting
him into her life.

So he started this whole
fantasy relationship with her,

all built out of little things,

you know, like when she'd
hang her laundry out...

That was like, a love token...
an offering.

So he'd steal her panties.

Getting more and more intimate,
this whole love affair in his head.

So finally one night,
he breaks in.

Although when he meets her,

he meets a stranger...

An upset stranger freaking out,
wanting him out of her house.

He thinks she's just
playing hard to get.

So he asserts himself.

Rapes her.

Strangles her to keep her
from screaming.

Thanks, Matt.

Yeah, thanks.

Now, I suddenly feel
all on display.

What do you mean you suddenly
feel all on display?

It's like, hello, hello, hello!

On the web is one thing,
outside my window is another.

You guys don't
have to worry.

Statistically, strangers
rarely kill strangers.

You're much more likely to be
killed by somebody you know.

A kid I was at school with
killed his parents.

No shit? What
happened there?

He used a hammer.
He beat them to death.

Jesus, that's
a little harsh.

Who was he?
Did you know him?

Give it up, Emma.

I can't really remember.
I moved away before it happened.

So what was his name?

Fuck.

Probably just the wind.

What is that?

Matt, Matt!

Oh, Jesus!

- I'm sorry.
- Danny!

There's someone upstairs.

- In the attic.
- Are you sure?

- Yeah.
- All right.

Let's go.

It's coming from up there.

It's okay.

It's just scared.

Crows can scent death. It's kind of a bad
omen to have them flying around your house.

Oh!

I think it's hurt.
Hold that.

There we go,
I got him, I got him.

- Aw...
- Look at him.

It's got a broken wing.

Oh!

It was the kindest thing to do.

I'll take it out at daybreak.

- God, Rex.
- What the fuck you guys doing up here?

I'm going to bed.

We had a visitor.

- What?
- Yeah.

It must have thought
it was trapped.

Oh...

Yeah, I can relate.

This fucking house.

What would I
do for a million bucks?

I guess I'd do
as little as I had to.

Would you
drive to school naked?

Would I have to get out of the car?

Hey, guys, package!

- Hey, that's a package!
- Nice find, Danny!

- I found it by the pool.
- Come on, food, food, food!

Cigarettes, cigarettes...

Yes, yes, yes!

Bricks?

Bricks?

- And a letter?
- This isn't funny.

- We need supplies.
- They're tightening the screws.

It's addressed to you.

I want a letter.

What is it, man?

Danny?

Hey...

So...

the letter said that the funeral
takes place in two days,

in Florida.

- Florida?
- Yeah.

So obviously he wouldn't
make it back for the curfew.

- We can't stop him if he wants to go.
- No.

We're just going
to have to persuade him

that it's in his best interests
to stay here, right?

His best interests?

Yeah, guys, look, we don't even
know if this letter's real or not.

Only a twisted mind
would think of that.

Yes, and they are twisted.

What's this? What the hell,
bricks instead of food?!

You don't think this could be
part of their game? Jesus Christ!

Could you build
a creepier house?

What if they're fucking with us?

All right, think about it.

First, no heat,
then no food, now this.

You don't think this could be part of
their game? Danny's the weakest link,

- They want to break us...
- Oh, come on, Rex!

No, think about it.
Really, really think about it.

We are this close
to a million dollars, guys.

We are this close.

They don't want to pay us.
They don't want us to make it.

Or maybe they're trying
to spice it up for the viewers.

Or maybe his grandfather
is dead!

Well, Emma, if his
grandfather's dead, he's dead!

- I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about it!
- His grandfather...

practically raised him. What,
do you have no feelings at all?

Oh, cut the crap.
I'm here for the money, okay?

So are you.
Dress it up however you want.

"Exposure," "slumming it,"

"finding yourself,"
I don't know what.

But the only person who's
not here for the money

is probably the person who needs it the most,
but no... Danny's here to make friends.

Okay, fine, let's be
friends to the guy,

let's give him some "help."
Some long-term, practical help.

We can't hold a gun to his head.

- No.
- No.

Okay, we'll tell him we'll have

an alternative memorial
service in the yard.

Emma, tell him.

You tell him!

Come on, Emma, we know he likes you best.
Just ask him nicely.

You would do it best.

I knew we should have
just let him go.

Some things are more
important than money.

What, like pussy?

Hey, man, fuck you! Doesn't
family mean anything to you?

You don't miss
what you never had.

Take cover!

Let's go!

Look!

What...

...the hell?

Jesus.

It must have been one
of the guys fucking around.

No! Charlie...

I think it's someone else.

Who?

I think we're
out of the shot.

Shoot.

You know I told
you all about that...

kid at my school who
killed his parents?

His name was John Riley.

Well, he wasn't just
a kid at my school,

he was a kid on my street.

We used to play
together after school.

We had this one favorite
game, "Scaredy Cat,"

where we'd see who could
spook each other the most.

And...
it started out...

jumping out from behind trees
shouting, "Boo,"

that kind of thing.

But then it got more serious.

John had a kitten,

which he adored.

He'd sneak it into school
in his knapsack.

One time...

I swapped the kitten
for a brick.

And I tossed the knapsack
into the school pool.

He was so scared
he peed his pants...

right in front of everyone.

When I showed him
the kitten was fine,

he just gave me this look...

this black look.

Like...

"Never turn your back,

because one day

I'm going to get you
back for this."

But he wouldn't
surrender the game.

He just kept screaming...

"You...

sick... bitch."

First the bricks in the package,

now someone writes this?

It feels so personal, I mean...

why am I being singled out?

Charlie...

you don't think that maybe...

Emma, I just think that
we've been in this house

way too fucking long.

Like Rex says, it's all a game.
I bet it's just...

But how would they
know all that?

I don't know.
Research, I guess. I'm...

Let's just
go back to bed, okay?

Come on, it'll be okay.

Come keep me warm.

Guys! Package!

It better be food this time!

Aw...

Sweet. Champagne!
They do still love us.

Five.

- One for each, I guess.
- Motherfuckers.

- What the fuck?
- What?!

I know what this means.

I know what this...
You fucking cocksuckers.

I know what this means.
Fuck you.

Do your fucking research.
'Cause him doing that to himself

was the best thing that ever
fucking happened to me. Fuck you.

What?!

I say we put this
out of harm's way.

Come on.

Let's go upstairs.

What, do they think
they can fuck with me now?

His dad, right?

You're here to check up on me.

It's not a front, Matt.

I just don't care.

I wish I did,

but... I don't.

Anyways... I brought my
own "coping mechanism."

Sit down.

Hand me that book.

You want to worry
about somebody,

worry about Bundy.

I don't know whether to feel sorry
for him or be afraid of him.

Why did they pick you, Matt?

What are the skeletons
in your closet?

Like I'm gonna spill it now?

Give them some ammo
to shoot me with?

That's good.
Yeah, it's good.

But if there are any,
they got 'em already.

The question is,
do you have any...

or are you just
sliced white bread?

Is someone out there?

Emma? Are you okay?

Well, Th-the security lights
just popped and...

I would swear there's someone
on the edge of the forest.

Look, you're
just freaked out.

Charlie told us what
happened last night.

Emma, you can't think this
has anything to do with...

To do with what?

Well, when you were
a kid, you know?

Yeah.

I guess that would
be ridiculous.

- I know.
- Yeah.

- Emma, what?
- What's wrong?

Oh, what is that?!

Oh my God.

- Oh shit!
- Is that some kind of joke?!

Rex, did you put that in there?

- Fuck off, Charlie!
- Is that blood?

Just don't touch it!
Put it down!

- What the fuck!
- I didn't put it there!

- I didn't put it there!
- Did you hear anybody?

People like, fucking
walking around the house?!

- I don't know.
- Everybody, calm the fuck down, please,

for two seconds.
Emma, there's nobody here, okay?

Guys, this is the company
all over again, all right?

They've raised the stakes
a little bit,

but they're playing the same fucked-up game.
So let's please calm down.

They're coming inside now?

Game over.

I can't take this.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

I'm going to radio them.

They can pick me up.

No, no, no, Emma.
No, no.

Just wait.
Stay. Emma.

Emma, Emma, look.
It was me, okay?

It was me.

I'm sorry.

It was a stupid joke.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

What's your problem, huh?

What's your problem?
Hey! What's your problem?

- You're always picking on people!
- Stop it!

- Come on!
- Stop it!

Danny!
It's not worth it.

Are you okay?

I'm here for the money.

What's your excuse?

What, you've got
no life of your own?

It's not real enough for you?

No family?
What is it?

I pity you,

you sad fuck.

Rex?

I just wanted to say
that even for you

that was really fucked up.

Why would you do that?

I didn't put it there, okay?

I didn't put it there, Charlie.

I just said I did
so Emma wouldn't leave.

I need that prize money,
all right?

I need that fucking prize money, and
I wasn't going to let her leave.

Oh, shit.

Oh God, don't do that.
Don't do that.

I still think it's
the company, all right?

It's the company.

But... how would
they get it in there?

I don't know. They control
all this shit, right?

It's what they do.
It's part of their game.

They wanted to spice things
up so this is what they do.

Plus, I think...

you know, maybe they're...

pissed off there
hasn't been any...

"action" or whatever.
Well, not recently.

Anyways...

You think they're punishing us?

Yeah, I don't know.
Maybe.

Maybe we've been

punishing ourselves, you know?

God, I wish I had a smoke.

Charlie, Charlie, wait.
Charlie, Charlie...

wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.

Okay.

You want a cigarette?

Don't say I never
did nothing for you.

One pack of cigarettes...

for you.

Oh my God.

What the fuck is this?

- Just some...
- You hoarding little bastard!

- Charlie, shut the fuck up.
- Oh my God. Hey guys!

- Guys!
- Charlie, shut up.

- Charlie, shut the fuck up!
- Fuck you, you little prick!

I'll split...

Great.

Why'd he take cigarettes?
He doesn't even smoke.

To fuck with me.
Guy is a snake.

He'd probably sell
his own grandmother for cash.

He says my
grandpa's not dead.

That the letter's fake...
It's all part of a game.

You think that's true?

You guys got to give
me some of that, you know?

You are such a selfish bastard.

Oh, fuck you.

Fuck you. You are so
fucking self-righteous.

You're so fucking
self-important.

All this "John Riley" bullshit,
for Christ sakes.

Do you really think he gives a fuck
about you after all this time?

Jesus, you must really
rate yourself, Emma.

- You must really fucking rate yourself.
- Knock it off, Rex.

Oh, go fuck yourself, Matt.
'Cause she's not going to.

You know...

if I was a psycho killer,

I wouldn't be hanging out there.

I'd have my sights
set right on this house.

That's enough, Rex.

Don't kid yourself, kid.
She's not into you, either.

Ahem...

Hey, psycho!

Oh my God.

Don't be a fucking prick, Rex!

- Psycho killer!
- Rex!

Come on in!
It's nice in here.

We got food, we got liquor,

we got women.

- Stop!
- One in particular you might be interested in.

Come on in!

Fuck me, there actually
is somebody out there.

Oh shit, turn the lights off.

There is someone there.

Oh shit, he's heading this way.

It's cold out there...
Maybe he needs help or something.

Emma, come on. We're
going to open the door

if you're 100 % certain
it's not him, okay?

I don't know, I don't know!

- Is it John?
- Please open up the door.

No!

- No, Danny, no!
- It's all right.

- What's wrong with you?
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get his I.D.!
- Wait a second. Come on, some I.D.

- What?
- Some I.D.

Identification of who you are.

Hold on. Travis Patterson.
It's nice to meet you.

Look.
Come on.

Hey, give me the light.
Oh yeah, you could fake this.

Oh, come on. Do I look
like I'm under 21 to you?

- What's your star sign?
- Cancer. What's yours?

I'm a Gemini.

See anyone
else out there?

Uh...

just the reaper.

I swear, a few more hours
out there and I'd be as dead...

I'd be as dead
as the battery on this GPS.

Let me see that.

- It's a locator?
- Yeah.

So you know where we are?

Yeah.
You guys don't?

- No, we don't.
- No.

Uh... I don't mean
to be rude,

obviously you're
very concerned about security,

but who the fuck are you guys?

You don't recognize us?

Should I?

Are you on the internet?

Yeah, all the time.
I'm a programmer.

And you don't know who we are?

I'm sorry, I'm tired.
Am I missing the joke here?

We're part
of an internet Webcast.

Like a human aquarium.

See, there's webcams
all over the place,

you know, even in the bathroom.

They're running 24-7.
People subscribe to us.

- What's the name of the site?
- We weren't told.

You weren't... you weren't told?

The company
that set this up

didn't start advertising
till we got here.

Well, they didn't do
such a hot job,

because I never heard of you,

and I live online.

- Maybe you live in the wrong area?
- It's the internet.

You know,
it's the world wide web.

- There's a lot of sites out there.
- Yeah, yeah.

There are, so why
would I watch you guys?

What's your hook?

Well, she takes
her clothes off.

Shut up! Jerk.

I'm Charlie.

Hey, Charlie. Travis.
Sorry my hand's so cold.

You definitely sure
you've never seen me before?

No, I'd definitely remember.

Uh, we're... we're here.

Thanks.

What's the scale of this map?

On this map,
what's the scale?

Um... one to 50,000.

Oh, fuck, we are in the
middle of nowhere.

Yeah, pretty much.

What's the nearest town?

Uh, Wilmington is.

Where's that?

That's...

that's right... right over there.

So where did you ski from?

From my truck.

So where's your truck?

Where I left it, I guess.

Hey, does
anybody want to dance?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Do you believe his story

about skiing out here all alone?

I don't know. Maybe
I'm being paranoid,

but it seems too convenient.

You know, he didn't seem
fazed at all by the cameras.

Remember how... how freaked
out we were when we moved in?

"Were"?

You going to pass
that, tough guy?

I hope Charlie knows what
she's getting herself into.

Emma?
Do you want...

do you want to dance?

No, Danny.
Thank you.

I'm going to go to bed.

Emma?

Rex, do you
want to dance?

- You're an asshole.
- Whoo-oo. Okay,

I'll have some more.

- You want to go upstairs?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Mm-hmm?
- Yeah.

I hate that guy.

He's a freak!

"Mr. Skier."

Oh-hh.
Let's go to the bed.

Oh, God.

♪ Sucking on my titties like
you wanted me, calling me ♪

♪ All the time like Blondie,
check out my Chrissie behind ♪

♪ It's fine
all of the time ♪

♪ Like sex
on the beaches ♪

♪ What else is in
the teaches of peaches? ♪

♪ Huh? What...? ♪

♪ Sucking on my titties like
you wanted me, calling me ♪

♪ All the time like Blondie
check out my Chrissie behind ♪

♪ It's fine
all of the time ♪

♪ What else is in
the teaches of peaches? ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away ♪

♪ Fuck the pain away. ♪

I told you I could fuck her.

Say hi to
the wife for me.

God, isn't Charlie great?

He thinks we're morons.

We know who you're working for.

I want you to tell the company

we're going to get
that million dollars.

You so need to get laid.

Come in, big boy.

REX:
"Big boy" has left the building.

Sugar?

Take cover!

Danny?

I'm going to say
something to you

and I want you to listen
very carefully.

Okay, I'm sorry about all
that's happened to you,

but it's no excuse.

There's no excuse for you
taking my things.

I can't be friends with
someone who does that, okay?

I didn't take anything.

Danny, I found these
in your room.

Okay?

- I didn't take them.
- Danny!

Look, we're not here
much longer, okay?

So why don't we just
try to be civil, polite

and honest with each other?

Okay?

Matt, guys, get in here.

Delivery?

I'm out.

I found it by the snare.
It's Travis' backpack.

- Was it a grizzly?
- Oh my God.

No. There are
no animal tracks.

No footprints, either.

- We have to radio for help.
- Whoa, help for who?

- For Travis.
- No, guys. It's not real.

It's not real,
it's part of the game.

Relax.
Please, it's not real.

- Look, I don't know.
- You don't know what?

There's blood.
He could be hurt.

- He's not hurt, Danny.
- Looks pretty real to me, Rex.

He's not hurt. If he was
hurt, where's the body?

They want us to call for help, guys.
That's what they want.

They want us to call for help.

If we do, you think some
"Boss Hogg" cop's

going to come down here and
give two shits about our curfew

when he sees my rap sheet?

All you can think about
is the fucking curfew.

If we call the cops, we lose.

That's what they want.
That's what they want.

Oh, Christ.
Fine.

Fine, you know what? If you're really
that worried about him, talk to them.

Talk to them.
They can get help, right?

Yeah, somebody...

Come on, guys, look. You've
seen what's happened here.

You know where we are.
Send help.

Oh, yeah, and... Travis,
if that is your real name,

go fuck yourself.

You're not going
to scare me out of my money.

Okay, buddy?

Don't give them
the pleasure, guys.

Don't do it. They've had enough
laughs at our expense as it is.

Especially at you, Charlie.

- What?
- Especially at you.

Fuck you.

You know that whole thing
was a setup, right?

You know that. That's why
he picked the easy target.

You noticed he wasn't too
afraid of the cameras, right?

Travis, Travis, Travis.

Where are you now,
you son of a bitch?

- Emma.
- Danny.

I didn't take your clothes.

It was them.

They're messing with us.
It's just part of a game.

Danny, please, don't.

Look, I made this for you.

Take it.

Danny, I can't take that.

I made it for you.

Okay.

Charlie?

From Danny.

Oh, I get it. It's your pussy.

Hi, Emma's pussy.
Scratch and sniff.

Don't.

Give him a break.

He spent hundreds of hours down there
bashing away with his little thingy.

I mean...

"Emma... Emma..."

- Emma's creepy pussy.
- It's horrible.

Oh, guys!

- Danny? Danny.
- Matt.

Matt, don't.
Don't.

He's dead.
He's dead.

- Emma...? Oh my God.
- I can't look.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I'll get it.

- It's okay.
- It's not okay! It's not okay.

It's so not okay.

What are we going to do?

We wait for the helicopter.

Game's over, right?
Can't go on now.

- What about...
- It's not our responsibility.

This is their fucking game.

We played everything
fair up till here, guys.

This is not our fault.
We did nothing wrong.

We've done nothing wrong here.

We can't leave him there.

You're not supposed to move him.
I saw it on TV.

We can't move him.

- We should cover him.
- We should cover him.

Or we could take him outside.

Outside?

Yeah, well, you want...

Well, where else?

Okay.

You guys take him outside,

and we're going
to try the radio.

Please?

That's good.

Hello, can anybody hear me?

Please, somebody's dead.
Please help.

Please, we need help.

Nobody's there.

I just fucking can't
believe that he'd...

This isn't what
we signed up for.

No, this is not
what we signed up for.

What kind of a sick fuck
would subscribe to this?

Wait a minute.
Hold on a fucking minute.

I'm sorry the way things
have turned out for us.

It's okay.

Come here.

- Emma, I...
- Guys!

Guys, guys, you've got
to fucking see this, okay?

Where's Charlie?
Charlie!

You guys ever wonder
how the company plans

on bankrolling our paycheck?
Did you ever think

about how they pay for this house,
the food, the goddamned helicopter?

- Advertising revenue, right?
- Subscription fees.

Right, well, you don't get
one without the other, right?

If nobody subscribes,
the revenues dry up.

I've been thinking
this guy Travis,

he was a fucking programmer.
The guy's a webhead.

He should spend his entire
fucking life on the internet,

so how is it he'd never seen a
single fucking ad? How is that?

There's tons of
shit on the internet.

Right... That's why
I went on the internet.

Wait, how did you
get on the internet?

The screen is fucked.
Satellite uplink still works.

- Where did you learn how to do that?
- Computer Club.

I've been looking for our site.
I have put our names

through every single
search engine I can think of

and I have got nothing, guys.
I mean nothing at all.

Not even an advertisement.

Nothing.
Not a single fucking ad.

The internet's
a big place.

Yeah, it is a big place,
but what I want to know

is why are they making it
so difficult to find the site?

If they want people to go to it,
why are they making it so tough?

Well, I did find it. It was fucking
hard as hell, but I found it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, but it's fucked.

It doesn't have a name.
It's a fucking beta site.

I happened to trip over it.

I was tipped off on some
hacker newsgroup.

What does that
mean, a "beta site"?

A beta site is like...
It's like a password name.

It's just a mess of letters and
numbers instead of a real name.

It's fucked.
Take a look.

- This is our site?
- I don't know.

I'm trying to subscribe. I've
been using Travis ' credit card.

This has a credit limit
of $50,000.

How do you
know it's 50,000?

You learn a lot of shit
at Computer Club.

Could buy a house with that.

Yeah, but $50,000 doesn't get you
through the keyhole on this site.

I don't get it.

I don't get it, either.
I don't get it, either.

This place doesn't
fucking advertise.

It doesn't even have
a real address.

I can't figure it out. The
only thing I can come up with

is it doesn't want
to attract attention.

But why is that?
And the security...

Holy shit... The security
is fucking insane.

I have thrown every hacker file
I have at this thing...

and we are talking about
some serious backdoor fuckers...

and I still can't
bypass the encryption.

So what's your point, Rex?

My point...

guys, simply put,

is why the fuck would people pay

so much money to watch us?

I want to know
is this thing legit?

Is it fucking legit, is it
fucking legal, for Christ sakes?

- Like a porn site?
- Yeah, like a porn site,

but except for her escapades,
it's hardly a porn site, is it?

What is it then?
What?!

Am I the only person
thinking this here?

I mean, am I the only person?
Is it only clear to me?

Nobody's ever heard
of a snuff movie before?

Nobody's ever heard of a snuff set?
Danny's dead already, for Christ sakes!

- No, no, no, Danny killed himself.
- How do we know that?!

Oh, Jesus.

No, Matt, then you fucking
explain this to me.

Because this is seeming kinda
fucked-up to me right now.

I mean, am I wrong?

This is seeming kinda fucked-up!

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Why are there
numbers against our names?

They're betting odds.

- Oh my God!
- They're fucking betting odds!

You sons of bitches.

You sons of bitches.

- I can e-mail for help!
- Relax.

I'm just going
to e-mail somebody.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

They've cut me off!
These fuckers!

The signal just died.

Wait, Rex! Rex! Calm down!

- You don't understand. There was no prize!
- Calm down!

No prize money, and they are
going to fucking kill us!

Guys, relax, relax. This
is not a snuff web site.

Come on, think about it.

Who are they going to kill?
The four of us?

You're the one who keeps saying

this is just one of their games.

That's all this is,
just another game.

They're just fucking with us.

Come on.

We're almost out of here.
Tomorrow we leave.

- Tomorrow we get our money.
- Tomorrow?!

What about...
What do we do tonight?!

If you guys are
that worried about it,

I'll get the gun
and stand guard till morning.

You're still playing.

It's dark out
there, I can't see anything.

The security lights would trigger
if anyone was out there.

What are you looking for, Rex?

I know I fucking saw it
in here somewhere.

- What?
- Come on, you son of a bitch!

Bingo!

I knew Travis kept
an emergency flare.

We can set this off.

Yeah, but you'd have
to go outside to shoot it.

- I know.
- He could shoot it from the roof.

Yeah, okay.

I just don't want to go
out there by myself.

So...

I'll go with you.

Okay.

Okay, good.

REX, DISTORTED:
Don't worry, okay?

Don't worry, this is gonna work.

This is gonna work
and somebody's gonna see it,

and somebody's gonna
call the cops.

What, some
"good citizen"?!

They do exist, Emma.
We knew one.

You should have this.

It's Danny's penknife.

Okay.

Rex?

I-I never even
gave him a chance.

He didn't have a chance, Emma.

They didn't want him
to have a chance, okay?

They?

Emma, this isn't
about your past.

They just want you
to think that.

They just want you
to think that.

That's why they picked me?

At first light...

we head out, together, okay?

Okay? And they
can fuck their money.

When I get out of here, maybe
I 'll give L.A. another try.

You know?

I was really hoping that
this would be successful.

You're on prime time now.

You think?

The internet's global.

You're always
prime time somewhere.

Huge in Japan.

And you know how to be yourself
in front of the camera.

How to relax.

That's half the battle, right?

I guess.

I don't feel very
relaxed right now.

Come over here.

I'll help you relax.

Oh, yeah. I can feel it.

It's like a big knot.

Yeah.

Lean forward.

Matt?

You've got everything...

why did you sign up for this?

Curiosity.

To see how it'd feel.

What? The isolation?

The fear.

The fear?

Yeah...

it feels good.

Should I kill her now?

That's why you're
watching, isn't it?

Was that okay?

Shit.

Press the
friggin' 'Turn' button, would ya?

Matt?

Guys?

Hello?
Press the button.

Come on, today!

Let's go.

At first everything
looked the same.

Like nothing ever happened.

I wondered if all of it
had just been a bad dream.

Boy, was I wrong.

What the hell? No, not again.
Damn it, it won't shut off.

He's here.
He's fucking here.

He's come for us...
We've got to go upstairs.

Let's go!

Come on, go, go!

Come on!

Can you hear anything?

- Can you hear him?
- Did you see him?

I saw him get Charlie.

Charlie...?

What about Rex?

Matt...?

I'm the most worried
about you now.

- What are you doing?
- Come on, it's just us now.

- The door!
- We've got to stick together.

Emma? Emma?
We belong together.

- No...
- We do!

No!

Th...

Can you hear him?
He's out there.

- John!
- No!

- John, you out there?
- No, Matt, no!

Why are you turning
the light on?

Because I want them to see what
I'm going to do to you, Emma.

All that "John Riley" shit
in your journal...

You actually believe
you triggered his psychosis.

After all this time, he'd battle his
way through some frozen wasteland

just to win a childhood bet?

Rex was right.

That's some fucking ego, Emma.

Get on the bed.

Get on the bed, Emma.

Fucking bitch!

Ugh!

Oh, you fucking bitch!

Help! Help!

- Help me, help me!
- Calm down... What's going on here?!

He's in there, he's in there!

If you want some help,
you have to calm down.

He killed everyone...
He's after me!

Okay, listen, calm down.

We have to follow procedure.

Help me! Help me!

Take some deep
breaths for me, there you go.

Inside the car.
I'm gonna take care of it.

- You've got nothing to worry about.
- He killed everyone!

Shh-hh!

Are you the one
that set off the flare?

Huh? Yes?

And there's somebody in there?

- Yes.
- Is he armed?

- He has an ax.
- An ax?

- Okay, I'm gonna take care...
- No, don't leave me!

Stay calm, miss!
I'll be right back, okay?

Car 1057 requesting backup.

You've got
to let me do it!

I was in this house
six fucking months!

What the fuck do you think I've
been doing for the past six months?

No! No!

Just give me the
fucking keys, man!

No!

What are you going to do?
Bleed on her?

I can do it!

...fucking keys!

I can do it!

No! No!

MATT, EMMA: No!

No...

No-oo!

Whoo!

Time to celebrate.

- To the company!
- Company.

Think they'll be pleased?

You'll probably get a promotion.

- You think so?
- Yeah!

Your own parking space.

Parking space.

Who do you think we are?

You think we have an office?

Business cards, a brochure?

Huh?

There is no "they," Matt.

"They" is us.

Just me, Travis and
some very rich clients.

Low overhead, maximum profit.

As for product...

well, there's always
plenty of low-hanging fruit

ripe to be picked.
Always five suckers.

You mean four.

She's a little wriggler.

You getting this, Travis?

Yeah, looking good from here!

Let me see.

Matt?

Hi, my name is Danny.

- Charlie...
- ♪ What was unknown... ♪

- Like Madonna.
- ♪ Became known to me ♪

♪ Kind of cold heat ♪

♪ Swept over me ♪

- Rex.
- ♪ A valediction... ♪

♪ From a terminal heart ♪

♪ Your misfortune ♪

♪ Was my work of art ♪

- Hi, I'm Emma...
- ♪ There's a cavalcade... ♪

- and I'm 23 years old...
- ♪ On desolation highway ♪

♪ In my veins ♪

♪ Like a cold parade ♪

- Hi, I'm Matt...
- ♪ On desolation highway ♪

♪ Coursing through
my veins ♪

♪ A force unstoppable ♪

♪ Now the stone
has cracked ♪

♪ Another full stone?
Well, sunset came too fast ♪

♪ Just in time for those
wild, staring eyes ♪

♪ You know, I never blinked
and now they're frozen dry ♪

♪ There's a cavalcade ♪

♪ On desolation highway ♪

♪ In my veins ♪

♪ Like a cold parade ♪

♪ On desolation highway ♪

♪ Coursing through
my veins. ♪