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When I was a child,

my mother told me that

humans are capable

of the best and the worst.

She was wrong.

Some are

only capable of the worst.

The natives have a legend

about those people:

a legend as old as the mountains

of this region.

They say that in time of famine,

an evil spirit comes out

of the woods to possess

those who had cannibalised

the flesh of their peers.

It appears first in the dreams,

but it's already

too late for them.

They're damned,

condemned to become like it:

a wandering soul seeking

human flesh.

Always insatiable.

Never satisfied.

Our top story this hour is

still the weather outside

being not just frightful,

but downright deadly.

50 below zero range,

temperatures below minus 20,

and whether you're being

naughty or nice,

frostbite and hypothermia

are all on the list.

With no relief sight

until Friday,

even Santa Claus may not be

coming to town.

More on this at 10:41.

More coffee, John?

- Ah, you bet.

- No good today?

Yeah. Looks like he bit

off more than he can chew.

I'm actually watching my weight

right now.

-I'm on a diet.

-Really?

It's cold out there.

You gotta build up your energy.

If you wanna drive that

snowplough one day

like your old man,

you'd better eat up.

I don't wanna drive a

snowplough. It's boring.

What do you wanna

be when you grow up?

Something around

video games, I guess.

Hmm.

Video games. Kids.

I'll get a doggy bag.

What's so wrong

with video games?

You can't raise a family

on video games.

Billy. Billy!

Wrap this to go, will ya?

-It's already done.

-You can leave after that.

- Pleasure as ever.

- See you after the storm.

Yeah. Thanks Ana.

Be careful.

It's slippery out there!

See you after the storm.

What can I get you?

I could k*ll

for a hot cup of coffee.

I can fix that.

And a rare steak and some

potatoes would be perfect.

Sorry, the cook just left

because of the incoming storm.

I can get you a piece of

our world famous cherry pie.

World famous, huh?

Well, some people's worlds

are a lot smaller than others,

right?

Look, if I can have a hot

coffee to go

and a slice of that pie,

I'll be on my way.

Here you go.

-Thank you.

-And careful, the coffee's hot.

The sugar's right

there if you need any.

Thanks.

Oh sh*t.

Ana!

You f*cking bitch.

Can't you read? It's closed.

Why are you dodging my calls?

Because

I have nothing to say to you

and you have nothing to say

to me I want to hear.

Now get the hell out of here

before I call the cops.

Hey. I wanna see my daughter.

Our daughter! And she doesn't

want see you. She hates you.

Yeah.

Yeah,

because of all the bullshit

-you keep feeding her about me.

-No!

No, because of this!

This is who she sees now!

A drunk f*ck!

Listen, you and that

assh*le judge can't stop me

from seeing her,

you hear me? Do you hear me?

You do one stupid thing

and your ass is going straight

back to jail.

Now get the hell out of here!

I'm not done talking to you.

I am not done talking!

Though I wish you were.

I'm sorry,

what did you say?

Say it again.

Well, come on pal.

Say it again.

Eat it.

-Vince, please...

-Shut up!

Eat it.

I get it.

You're angry.

I heard that a judge won't let

you see your daughter anymore,

probably because of the

excessive alcohol,

substance abuse,

which also explains how easily

you just grabbed Ana there.

You guys knew each other.

You're f*cking her.

I'm just a customer, pal.

She has a nametag.

Listen though, Vincent, right?

The way I see it,

you have two options.

Option one:

you'll notice there aren't

any surveillance cameras

in this place, but there's Ana

and there's me.

And if you touch either of us

with any semblance

of aggression again,

we'll have each other to say

that it was you.

And then you're looking at never

seeing your daughter again.

Option two:

much better option, you'll see.

You leave here right now.

You realise

you have the opportunity

to wake up in the morning sober

and start being the father

your daughter deserves.

And with time and a little

or lot of rehab,

you can go back

to that assh*le judge

and convince him you deserve

to see your daughter.

That's all you have,

two choices.

So, the real question:

how much do you love

your daughter, Vincent?

You're lucky

I'm in a good mood tonight.

I'll be seeing you again.

Vince... Sober up

and we'll talk. I promise.

I'm sorry about that.

Don't be sorry.

Okay, thanks.

You know he wasn't

always like that.

You know, he was a good person

when I married him.

It's hard to believe, I know.

He got fired and then

started to drink.

Or maybe it

was the other way around.

Anyway, it's gotten worse

and worse since.

Well, they say you only

really know

someone when

they become your enemy.

Yeah. You married?

Yeah.

I'm David, by the way.

-Ana.

-Yeah.

Guess you're

not gonna finish that.

World famous cherry pie, right?

Yeah.

How would you like your steak?

Err... Rare.

Hi.

I'll take the cookie, err,

$20 on pump two and 20'

you know, 40 Holmes Menthol.

$54.

Yeah, I'm a couple

of bucks short.

Err, I'll leave

the cookies, thanks.

We take credit cards.

I-- I just remembered

that my wife has it,

which is never a good thing.

Yeah.

sh*t.

- Do you want something?

- No thanks.

I don't know how

you can that sh*t.

What can I say?

Since I quit smoking,

I compensate.

-Officer.

-Sir, that needs to be fixed.

You can't drive

with that taped up.

Yeah, I know.

You're right.

As soon as I get to a garage,

it'll be fixed, I promise.

Drive safely, Sir.

f*cking sh*t!

Oh sh*t.

Come on!

f*ck!

sh*t!

Ah!

Come on!

f*ck!

Ah!

Come on!

Ah!

Ah.

Oh sh*t.

God damn.

Don't go anywhere.

Help!

f*ck.

Ah!

Ah!

One wrong move

and I'll slit your throat.

I should k*ll you right now.

-Is that my hat?

-You speak once spoken to!

Now, I have some questions,

and you answer them and maybe--

maybe I'll keep you alive

long enough for the police

to take you.

Where are we?

I have no idea.

I got lost in the storm.

Somewhere in the

Black Mountains.

Where's my phone?

Tossed it.

-And yours?

-In my pocket.

If you untie me a little,

I can get it out for you

-if you'd like.

-Do I look f*cking stupid?

As nice as that feels,

inside pocket.

You f*ck with me?

Pin code.

It's a dead zone.

4-5-5-6.

Oh sh*t.

Sucks, doesn't it?

You can never trust the coverage

maps in those commercials.

I'm surprised the cold

didn't k*ll you back there.

You're a tough one.

My mom must have noticed.

I'm not back yet.

She's probably already

called the cops.

Well,

she thinks you're with Vince

-trying to patch things up.

-What?

I sent a little

message from your phone.

I used your fingerprint.

You son of a bitch.

You planned this all along, huh?

Almost all.

Is that a habit of yours

to kidnap women

and put them in your trunk?

Answer me!

I don't know

what came over me.

I've never done anything

like this before.

Someone driving around

with a hunter's Kn*fe,

duct tape

and a bottle of chloroform

looks pretty prepared to me.

Common misconception.

Everybody thinks chloroform.

I mean, people watch movies,

they read books and they think

chloroform's the way to go.

By people you mean

murderers like you?

Well, right now

I'm just a kidnapper.

I haven't m*rder*d you, yet.

Ah!

Stop whining.

I barely touched you.

-It's my leg.

-What's wrong with your leg?

It's f*cked!

Broken.

Bone's sticking out.

-Does it hurt?

-What the f*ck do you think?

Good.

I hope it gets worse.

I bet you didn't expect this

to be used against you, huh?

Pretty effective stuff,

I have to admit.

What is it?

You wanna

know my trade secret?

Mm-hmm.

There are so many

options from desflurane

to sevoflurane isoflurane.

Basically, my recipe ends

in 'flurane', if that helps.

Keep that to yourself.

I'm sure the cops

will be thrilled to hear that.

I tried chloroform at the start.

I thought

you never did this before.

But chloroform,

you can take up

to five minutes for someone

to pass out from inhaling

that sh*t.

Do you know

how long five minutes is?

Five minutes.

And in that time, they--

they kick, they punch,

they grab...

tear at your hair,

and you have no control over

how much they're inhaling

because it's all

based on their breathing.

And if they're panicked they

breathe too deeply, too quickly,

you know what happens?

They die,

right there in your arms.

Kind of takes the fun out of it.

So, no chloroform.

I like to keep control.

You're no longer in control,

assh*le!

A Kn*fe doesn't put you

in control

unless you're prepared

to use it.

Don't tempt me.

At least I'm free.

-Free? Really?

-Mmm.

You can choose between

dying slowly in here

or quickly outside.

That's the only

freedom you have.

So, tell me, why the hell

are you still inside then?

Oh, I get it.

You've already tried.

I'm just imagining you escaping

from the trunk back there,

getting outside

and then realising

there's nowhere to go

and you'd have to get back

into the car.

Oh, that's brutal!

It's just funny that you swapped

one cage for another.

Only this time the

shark's inside with you.

A shark with no teeth.

Hmm.

So, what now?

What do you plan to do

with me, Annie Wilkes?

I don't give

a sh*t about you.

As soon as things calm down,

I'll take my chances outside.

Oh, good luck then.

How far do you think

you'll get in this blizzard?

500 yards?

A mile?

It's minus four degrees outside.

-I'll make it.

-No, you won't.

I climbed up that hill

and nearly d*ed in ten minutes.

You're not equipped

to make it through this storm.

Even with my hat and my gloves.

Many factors can keep

you alive during the storm.

The body will work overtime

to protect its vitals,

the head and the organs.

It doesn't care

about extremities.

So, I intend to walk away

from here with everything

I have intact.

On the other hand,

many factors can

accelerate hypothermia:

body fat, age,

alcohol consumption,

injury- sorry- and wetness.

Your clothes are soaked.

They'll freeze pretty fast.

I'm not sure you'll make it.

-f*ck me.

-Mmhmm.

Waitress with

a medical degree.

I don't need one.

I grew up in the cold.

Your best chance of survival

is to stay in here with me.

That'd be the smartest choice,

given the circumstances.

-Trust me.

-Trust you?

You know, you and I

got off on the wrong foot.

There's no 'you and I', assh*le.

Well,

whether you like it or not,

we're both in the same sh*t now.

Not for long.

You know

what I'll do before I go.

I'll make damn sure that you are

attached and strapped

down to this chair,

and then I'll leave the car

doors wide open

and with some luck,

we'll find your frozen body

by the end of the winter.

Unless of course

the wild animals have taken care

of you first.

How long have I been out?

Not long enough.

Listen, if you wanna survive,

we've got to start saving

on the fuel and on the battery.

We can only use the heat

for a couple of minutes

every day or else

we won't last long.

I don't intend

to stay here long.

You don't know if we have

to stay here two hours,

two days or two weeks.

We can survive without

food, but without heat.

The cold's gonna k*ll

us in a couple of hours.

Hypothermia, remember?

Turn it off.

Turn it off!

You move one muscle.

You are not from around here,

are you?

I like to travel.

David Herman Petersen.

That name.

Is that your real name at least?

It's not important.

To me you're just

f*cked Up m*therf*cker.

You don't mind if I call

you that, do you,

f*cked Up m*therf*cker?

Seems like nobody

knows who you really are.

I'm a shy guy.

And I'm guessing you

don't have a kid either.

Oh, you're a smart girl.

That must be where Ella gets her

brain's from,

'cause it ain't from Vince.

How do you know

my daughter's name?

Oh, I know a lot about you Ana,

and you know sh*t about me.

I know more than

enough about you.

And don't you ever bring up

my daughter's name again.

Those f*cking seats

are expensive.

You're gonna pay for that.

What?

My bonds are too tight.

They're cutting into my wrists.

Don't worry about it.

After a while, you won't even

feel your hands anymore.

Why didn't you k*ll me?

I made up my own theory

back in the trunk.

Wanna hear it?

Superiority complex.

You got sloppy.

-I'm never sloppy.

-You were overconfident.

You still are.

You should have k*lled

me when you could.

If I wanted to just k*ll

you, you'd be dead by now.

You had other

plans for me, right?

Sick m*therf*cker.

Why didn't you k*ll me?

It would've been so easy

when I was out cold.

Because I'm not like you.

I'm not a monster.

Oh.

Oh, in the right circumstances,

we can all be cruel.

Even you.

Imagine.

Just imagine.

Someone hurting little Ella.

Don't you ever mention

my daughter's name again.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

You see?

It's just about circumstance.

First time's never easy.

But after time,

you get used to it.

Who knows?

Ana, you could even enjoy it.

Oh, I could teach

you some things.

Shut up!

You got anything to eat?

What's so funny?

I nearly bought a pack of

cookies back at the gas station.

I didn't wanna use

my credit card.

They can trace you so easily

with a credit card.

I only had enough cash

for gas and cigarettes.

My doc always said

the smokes will k*ll me.

I'm gonna take a little nap.

You should try

and get some sleep too.

I don't intend to sleep.

Oh, you'll sleep.

The cold will make you.

It's inevitable.

In that case.

You f*cking bitch!

You f*cking...

Bad dream?

I wonder what nightmares

like yours look like.

Mine like all normal people

are crowded

with twisted fucks like you,

but yours,

I mean, what

do they look like?

What scares you?

Being caught by the police?

Being ex*cuted?

No?

Maybe they're about normal

people, happiness, family.

You know,

everything you'll never have.

There's a bottle

back there somewhere.

Go ahead.

I don't mind sharing.

I won't look, I promise.

Don't go anywhere.

Bitch.

f*cking open.

Open this door!

I'd love to help

but my hands are tied.

You f*cking bitch.

What the f*ck?

Ah! I'll f*cking k*ll you!

Ah!

Ah!

Finish snooping?

How long have

you been following me?

Long enough.

Like I said, I know

a lot about you.

Why me?

Always the same question.

What do you want me to say?

You're special.

You're the one?

I saw... an opportunity.

You're single.

You live alone with your kid.

You have no friends.

Your mother's family.

Just another ordinary immigrant

that no-one really cares about.

It was easy.

Except for Vince.

I didn't plan on that idiot.

He nearly f*cked everything up.

Is that how you do it?

You help damsels in distress

to gain their trust

and then you kidnap them?

Is that what you did

with Ashley Mitchell?

-Who?

-Ashley Mitchell!

Her!

How many women have you k*lled?

I've never counted.

I'm sure you have.

That's what all twisted

fucks like you do.

And that's why you

have all these IDs.

How many?

Well, it's

difficult to answer.

There was one who only

afterwards

I discovered was pregnant.

Now, does that count as two?

Oh, and there was this very

cute brunette I really liked.

She looked a bit like you,

but she talked a lot

f*cking less.

What was her name?

Maria, Mia.

Well, she choked on her

own vomit under my gag.

Now, is that m*rder or

is that an accident?

You asked.

All those lives ended

because they were in the wrong

place at the wrong time.

Because they crossed

path with a psycho.

You're going to listen

to the names

of all of these women.

Amanda Walker, Maddie Parker.

Elizabeth Guzman.

Look at them.

Open your eyes!

Cassie Beckerman.

Your son of a bitch.

Look at her.

Oh, Cassie.

Yes.

I remember her.

She was my first.

We never forget

our first, do we?

A total mess.

I did everything wrong.

I-- I didn't even know

I was hunting that day.

I just was going out to pick up

chicks and see

if I could drop them off.

I was testing myself.

I learned so much about

the female psychology back then.

Some women were

always suspicious.

They see a single

guy in his car alone.

I wanted to change

the situation

so they wanted

to get into the car.

It was a game.

Each time I was testing myself,

seeing how far I would go.

I didn't want to get caught.

But there I was,

driving for hours and hours

and then suddenly...

I got lucky.

-Hey.

-Hi.

Um, I have to go to Lakeside.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm- I'm going to Columbia

Falls.

- Oh.

- Sorry.

- I didn't say

- I was going to Lakeside

or offerto take her

straight away.

That would've been too

much of a coincidence.

Much too eager.

I mean,

I guess I could swing around,

get you closer to Lakeside,

if that helps.

I looked at my watch

as if to say,

do I really have time?

You'd be surprised how effective

something like that is.

Her mother must have told her

not to get into a stranger's car

on her own.

Then she looked at me.

You could see she was

like, yeah, he's a dork.

-He wouldn't hurt a fly.

-Um, okay.

- And then.

- Sure, yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Yeah. She got in.

She should have trusted her gut.

She had these

incredible brown eyes,

long blonde hair

and these bouncing breasts

that were just driving me wild.

So, do you like music?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

- I like music.

- Play music you want.

Sure.

See if there's anything on.

- I love this song.

- Yeah?

I do, yes.

She laughed at things I said

that even I knew weren't funny.

I let her think

she was in control.

Going to see your boyfriend,

or...?

No, I don't actually

have a boyfriend.

- No?

- No.

I'm just gonna

visit some friends.

She started playing a game.

Not quite teasing me,

but you know,

these games men and women play.

I had this craving,

this awful, raging feeling.

It was consuming my insides.

Hey, I think you just

missed the turn actually.

This, this isn't the right way,

This road's much faster.

I know this road so well.

Oh! Okay.

She knew something was wrong.

You know, it's-- honestly,

you could totally just pull over

right here

and I could just jump out,

get another ride.

It's all-- It's okay.

No need to stress, it's fine.

Okay.

Can you please pull over

and just let me out?

You can just let

me out right here.

I was trying

to buy myself time,

but at this point

she was completely hysterical.

Okay. Seriously,

if you don't let me out right

now, I'm gonna call the cops.

Would you-- Don't even.

-What is wrong with you?

-Hey!

Let me out!

I tried to keep her quiet,

but she just wouldn't shut

the f*ck up.

Unlock this f*cking door!

And that's when I lost it.

Unlock this f*cking door!

Ah!

I really f*cked up.

Enough!

That's enough!

That's enough!

Suddenly I was just

standing there and I.

I couldn't believe it.

I-- I f*cking did it.

I f*cking did it.

She didn't die instantly

like she was supposed to.

Like in the movies.

It doesn't happen like that.

When you s*ab someone,

they bleed out slowly.

They lose blood pressure

and you have to s*ab them again

and again and again and again.

These things take time.

I could have stabbed her

in the heart, but...

I couldn't bring myself

to damage those breasts.

She ended up getting

her throat slit.

I dumped what was left of her

body under a pile of wood

and that's where she was

found two days later.

The cops were all over it.

Local news picked it up.

Cassie was the daughter

of a judge.

So, f*cking stupid.

I had to hide for weeks waiting

for everything to die down.

She made me change

my whole game.

From then on,

I was very careful.

The next one

was an immigrant.

Cassie was still in the news.

But with this low class chick,

nothing.

I hadn't anticipated the lack

of effort in finding

the m*rder*r of a poor woman,

low-lives or immigrants.

It's even convenient for some.

It opened up a whole

new world to me.

I've got bad

news for you, David.

Your winning streak

ends right here.

The next time they talk

of your exploits,

it'll be as they walk you

to Death Row.

I feel pity for you.

f*ck you and your pity.

Your life must be miserable.

No friends, no wife,

no-one to talk to.

No-one to confide in.

Yeah.

You and I have

so much in common.

We have nothing in common.

Nothing.

I wonder how you

became what you are.

Why you're so afraid of women?

Because that's what

it's all about, right?

Women scare the sh*t out of you.

Are you incapable

of getting a hard-on?

Oh, come on...

Did they laugh at you?

I wanna know.

Tell me, what is it?

Is it because of your mom?

Don't you dare talk about my

mother, you f*cking whore!

Oh, mama's little m*rder*r

has a sensitive spot.

What did you mean when you said

what was left of the body?

Do you ever stop asking

f*cking questions?

What did you do with them?

Well, were dead anyway.

The world is gonna be

a better place

when you get the needle.

Yesterday at the caf,

there was something between

you and me.

An electricity. I saw it.

Go on. Admit it.

Keep on dreaming.

Go on.

That's all you have left.

Oh, when I saved you

from your abusive husband,

that made you hot.

That turns you on.

It's okay. You can admit it.

You're delusional.

- Really?

- Nice guys get me hot.

Not psychos.

Well, why did you marry Vince?

He's pretty violent.

Not really a nice guy.

He was drinking.

He... he was depressed,

he lost his job.

Excuses, excuses, excuses.

What about the guy before Vince?

There was one before him, right?

Was he violent too?

Would he b*at you

and then give you flowers

that you couldn't smell

through your broken nose?

And did you make

excuses for him?

Yeah. Drinking, depression.

Lost his job. Bang.

Oh, I'm sorry. Flowers.

Drinking, depression,

lost his job.

Oh, bang. Oh, I'm sorry.

Here's some flowers.

Drinking, depression,

lost his job.

Bang! Oh, I'm sorry...

I'm sick of hearing you.

I think it's gone...

What?

What?

Wait, what?

What was that?

I don't know.

Whatever it was,

it must've been attracted

to the car by the scent

of your piss.

Could've been your blood.

Let's turn the heat on.

We have to be sparing, remember?

-Just a few minutes come on.

-No.

I'm freezing my ass off here,

goddammit!

Well, you should've thought

about that before you made me

smash that f*cking window!

15 minutes.

That's it.

I need to use the boy's room.

Seriously, I need to go.

You're optimistic.

Well, at least give me a hand.

Don't make me piss myself.

Please.

I ain't setting you free.

You see?

I told you you were capable

of being cruel.

At least it'll keep you warm

for a while.

What now?

My leg.

Skin has turned black.

sh*t.

If the storm keeps going

like this, I'm gonna lose it.

If the storm goes on like this,

it'll be the least

of your worries.

Looks like we're in the middle

of a reservation.

Here, the natives have a legend.

Talks of a spirit living

in the forest

which comes to hunt people

like you.

Those who have committed

the worst of atrocities.

Those who have ceased

to act like civilised men.

They say it first appears

in dreams.

When their time has come,

it comes to get them,

and they become it.

A soul condemned

to wander in the woods.

You believe that bullshit?

The natives do.

Oh sh*t.

What?

Battery just d*ed.

No!

sh*t!

sh*t!

Now we're f*cked.

Don't forget I have a Kn*fe.

We fall asleep this time,

we won't wake up.

We won't.

The storm's gonna stop.

I'm trying to remember the

last time a woman touched me.

I mean,

really wanted to touch me.

I'm not touching you.

I'm taking your body

heat to keep me alive.

I wish I was a better person.

It's a little late

to feel guilty.

I don't expect you

to have sympathy for me.

But life hasn't been kind.

My dad, the piece of sh*t...

he ran out on us

when I was nine.

Never saw him again.

My mother was already a drinker.

One of the only two

things they had in common.

The other one was me.

But when he left,

all she did is drink.

She was much more

violent than my father.

After he left, I got scared

and I pissed the bed.

When she found out,

she b*at me.

And every night

I pissed the bed.

Every night.

I grew up in an orphanage.

At nine, I got lucky and I

was adopted by a nice couple.

The mother was affectionate.

The father was attentive.

But not long after I arrived,

the attention became

more than I wanted.

Than any child wants.

Things happen in... in silence

until I was 15.

And then I started

getting into trouble.

Sound familiar?

And then I finally spoke up

and my father went to jail.

And then came the drink,

the dr*gs, the v*olence, jail.

Then... then I became a mother.

And I've only given

Ella love and kindness.

even though life

wasn't kind to me.

And the truth is,

you're looking for excuses,

but you don't have any.

They won't bring back

the lives you took.

It has nothing to

do with your mother.

It doesn't matter now anyway.

In a couple of hours,

the cold will take us.

That solves everything.

It was one advantage to the cold

that I didn't expect.

I can't feel the pain

in my leg anymore.

There's one other thing

that really surprises me.

What?

The cold makes everything

so fragile.

Yeah.

Including this tape.

Oh, you should've k*lled me,

instead of talking on

and on like my

bitch of a mother.

I k*lled her ten years ago.

I ripped out her f*cking

throat to shut her up.

Oh, oh, oh Ana,

I'm gonna do something

so special with you.

Because we're pals now.

I'm really gonna enjoy the

moment with a friend,

and when I get outta here,

the first place I'm gonna go...

I'm gonna go play

with little Ella.

Ah!

Fall asleep.

I won't fall asleep.

I promise.

I won't fall asleep.

I won't fall asleep, I promise.

Oh sh*t.
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