[footsteps crunching]
["What Do I Owe"
by Dummy playing]
[jack-in-the-box music tinkling]
[clown cackling]
Hey, come on, I thought
we were gonna get high.
Yeah, we can get high later.
[burping]
[giggling]
[calling] Jessica...
Jessica, what...
It's not funny.
Jesus Christ, Jessica,
what f*cking size shoe
do you have?
Hey, come on.
[wings flapping,
crows cawing]
Jess?
[girl gasping]
Oh, no,
did you get high already?
[spitting]
[sputtering]
Run...
[gasping in shock]
[corn st*lks rustling,
footsteps running]
[screaming]
[panting in terror]
Aah!
[crows cawing]
[shoes squeaking]
What the fu--
[screaming]
["I Ain't No Joke"
by Eric B and Rakim playing]
I ain't no joke
I used to let the mic smoke
[Dad singing along]
Now I slam it when I'm done
Make sure it's broke
When I'm gone no one gets on
'Cause I won't let
Nobody press up and mess up
the scene I set
I like to stand in a crowd
And watch the people,
wonder "Damn"
But think about it
Then ya understand
[mumbling] I'm just an addict
addicted to music
Maybe it's a habit
I gotta use it
Even if it's jazz
or the quiet storm
I hook a beat up
Convert it into hip-hop form
Write a rhyme in graffiti
And every show you see me in
Deep concentration
'Cause I'm no comedian
["Break Down"
by Owen Chaim playing]
Oh, please God, Dad,
no more '80s rap.
-It's dope.
-You do realize
that the '80s
are as far away from me
as the '40s were to you, right?
What? That is not true.
Do the math.
sh*t.
Oh, well, uh, we're here.
Wow.
It's, uh...
It's big.
The town's previous doctor
used to live here
before he moved away.
[Quinn] You sure
he didn't die in here?
Yeah, it doesn't--
[clearing throat]
--smell great.
I think we'll just
crack a window, it'll be fine.
There's... no cell service.
What?
No, no, no, that's not...
I told them.
Come on.
Did you even look at this place
before you bought it, Dad?
I...
Okay, Quinn, look,
I wasn't in town
for a very long, they--
[fly buzzing]
[flies buzzing]
Careful.
[flies buzzing]
[flies buzzing furiously]
-[screaming]
-[yelping] f*ck!
Good to go, Doc.
Just get that chimney capped.
Okay, yeah, great.
Thank you.
[truck engine starting]
["Get Out of the Way"
by Mother Mother playing]
Hey!
There's something
in the way
Oh!
It's just me and my brain
Look!
There's an elephant
in the room
And I'll write
the perfect song
For the perfect day
[sizzling]
M... morning, Dad.
Uh, hey, morning, Quinn.
Are you good?
Hmm?
Yeah. I'm-I'm great.
How are you?
Oh, uh, yeah.
Good.
Good.
We're gonna be okay.
Are you sure?
Yeah, are you kidding me?
Look at this place.
It looks like a home makeover
dream come true.
Hey, it's your first day,
let me drive you to school.
Dad, I am 17 years old.
I don't need a ride,
I need a car.
I hear you, absolutely,
but in the meantime--
I'm just going to walk.
Okay.
Uh, sorry about breakfast.
I'll, um,
I'll get groceries after work.
Okay, do you think Wi-Fi
might be more important?
Yes, I hear you.
I will get on that.
Have a great day at school.
Make new friends.
-Not a chance.
[yelping]
Oh, hi.
Sorry, didn't mean
to scare ya.
I saw you were new
to the neighborhood, and I--
[banging]
Ow! Uh, sorry.
Hey, uh,
is everything all right?
Oh, yeah.
Sorry, it's just a neighbor.
Ruston Vance,
but everyone around here
just calls me "Rust."
Oh, I'm Dr. Maybrook.
This is my daughter, Quinn.
Uh, she's about
to head off to school.
Do you want to walk her?
That's exactly
why I'm here, sir.
Okay, cool. Let's do it.
So, what do you guys do
around here for fun?
Oh, um,
I might not be
the best person to ask.
I mean, the hunting
and fishing's good,
if you like that sort of thing.
Ducks are in season.
sh*t.
What?
The look on your face.
I...
I guess I'm not doing
any good for stereotypes.
Oh, no.
Not everyone's a redneck here.
I just don't really care
what other people think...
[car approaching]
[bass thumping]
Unlike some people.
So I guess I'll see you around.
It was nice meeting you, Quinn.
[Quinn] Yeah, thanks, dude.
Oh, and, uh,
be careful
who you hang out with.
There's some real weirdos
at this school.
[laughing]
Okey-dokey, Rust.
Thank you.
I will keep an eye out for 'em.
Just because
it's Founder's Day tomorrow
doesn't mean that there won't
be a test on Monday.
[students groaning]
Listen, you kids
are spoiled rotten.
Back when I was in school,
we had it a lot tougher
than you do.
[breathlessly] Hi.
[breathing hard] Sorry, I'm--
Late.
Take a seat.
Okay.
As I was saying,
you kids are graduating
this year, and--
I'm graduating?
[laughing] Sick, man.
[teacher] Assuming
you manage to land a job,
which for some of you,
might be a long shot,
what do you think happens
on Monday morning every week?
You go to work,
and work is neither easy
nor fun.
In fact, sometimes it can be
downright miserable.
[students laughing]
Okay, this is not funny.
Who did this?
Nobody.
All right.
Well, clear your desks.
We'll do the test now.
-[students groaning]
-Brought this on yourselves.
It's time your generation
learned some consequences.
Uh, Mr. Vern, that's not fair
to the new girl.
Well, that's the price
of being late.
Oh, they put the wrong
room number on my schedule, so--
You know what?
Detention for you.
What?
Anyone else?
Come on, chill, she didn't
actually do anything.
Oh, well, then you can
console her
this afternoon, Mr. Hill.
In detention.
-Really?
-Mm.
Wow, you're on fire today,
Mr. Vern.
Try me. Anyone else?
[students chuckling]
What is so funny?
This isn't the test, Mr. Vern.
Of course it's the test.
Actually, I think
it's your dating profile.
[students laughing]
If one of these
leaves this room,
you will all be suspended.
I will end you!
Okay, he is actually
losing his mind.
...participation trophy
generation...
Already 3,000 views.
Wow, his meltdown is a hit.
Man, I'm still trying
to figure out what I did.
Ugh, he's just
a bitter old man.
He hates us,
and so we hate him back,
only more.
It's fun.
I'm Janet, by the way,
and that's Ronnie,
Tucker, Matt, and--
I'm Cole.
I'm Quinn.
Where are you from?
Philly, actually.
-Philly.
-Yeah.
My dad got put
in Witness Protection Program,
so we're just laying low
for a little while.
I'm kidding, obviously.
-[laughter]
So, is Kettle Springs
everything
you expected it to be?
Man, it looks like
it's stuck in the '90s.
It still is the '90s
for everyone over 30.
Yeah, they're really big
on tradition around here.
Yeah, Founder's Day, right?
I keep seeing that,
what is that?
That is a stupid holiday
my family invented
to celebrate corn.
His dad is the local oligarch.
My great-grandfather
invented Baypen corn syrup,
like, a hundred years ago.
Whoa.
Every year,
there's this parade
where everyone gathers around
a Frendo float
and worships him.
Frendo?
He's the clown
on all the Baypen labels.
He's practically
a local legend.
[Janet]
Which is why we turned him
into a serial k*ller...
On our YouTube channel.
65,000 subscribers.
No sh*t?
Do you wanna see
some of our work?
Hell, yeah.
I work the night shift
here at the Baypen factory.
[panting]
The power just went out,
and I swear
I just heard someone laughing.
There shouldn't be
anyone here.
[panting] Okay, hang on.
[distant cackling]
Did you just hear that?
No, no, no, I gotta
get the power back on.
[rattling and tugging
on door]
Okay.
Aah, sh*t, it's Frendo!
[menacing cackling]
[blows slash and thud]
[Frendo cackling wickedly]
[Dr. Maybrook]
God, look at these prices.
It's $10 for a Salisbury steak
and a free side.
Think you can
get off your phone, Quinn?
Hmm? Yeah.
You missing your friends?
Mm-hmm.
That why
you were acting out today?
School called.
Detention on your first day
is not really like you.
Dad, the teacher
was a total d*ck.
-Okay.
-[clearing throat pointedly]
You all ready to order?
Yeah, no, actually, um,
I would love just
one more second with this menu.
It's my first time here.
Aw, take all the time
you need, Doc.
Thank you.
Can you please try and be
a little bit more respectful?
This is like
the only place in town.
What?
Tell me there's at least
a grocery store, right?
Mm-hmm, yeah, yeah, I just,
I didn't get a chance to go yet
because the cable guy was late.
Does that mean we have Wi-Fi?
You're welcome.
[chuckling] Oh, h*, h*, h*,
who is this person?
Have you seen my daughter?
She's like--
she's like about your height.
[Quinn] I think she's
a little taller than that.
Hi, George. Usual?
Hey, would you mind
putting some extra cheese
on that potato tonight, Trudy?
Oh, you got it, darlin'.
Thank you, doll.
Hey!
You must be the new doc.
Dr. Maybrook.
Yes, sir.
Call me Glenn.
Hey, Sheriff Dunne.
Hi. This is my daughter, Quinn.
Nice to meet you, sweetheart.
I saw that new sign
on your practice.
When are you all fittin'
to take new patients?
Oh, uh, yeah, I'm gonna start
tomorrow morning.
Oh, okay.
Well, I might be first in line.
Got a plantar's wart
the size of Texas.
[chuckling]
I tell you what,
folks around here
have been hurting
ever since
that factory burned down.
It's been a real mess, yeah.
[Trudy] Sheriff...
Sorry about that, Doc.
Been having some problems
with our local teenagers lately.
I recommend you stay away
from that crowd, sweetheart.
[chuckling] Yeah.
Thank you,
that's some good advice.
Uh, do you want
to join us, Sheriff?
Oh, that's mighty kind of you.
Don't mind if I do.
All right.
[under her breath]
What are you doing?
Come on, okay?
Um, I actually just realized
I'm not that hungry.
You don't have to--
You sure about that?
I tell you what,
Kettle Burger's
the best you'll ever have.
I guarantee it.
I bet.
I don't really eat anything
with a face right now, though.
Yeah, she's--
she's a vegetarian.
Oh, yeah.
Well, her generation's
gotta save the world
one cow at a time, right?
-[chuckling]
-Okay,
you guys have
a really good time.
I'm gonna...
Okay, but Quinn--
I'll see you at home, Dad.
You don't have to--
Hey, gotta let 'em go
someday, Doc.
[door bell jingling]
[teens chatting]
Oh, look who's coming.
That was quick.
Yeah, I was about
to as*ault an officer.
Oh, Minnie Mouse is so tough.
I bet Sheriff Dunne
was trembling.
I mean, you should try
and avoid Sheriff Dunne.
That guy's got it out for us.
Hey, you don't have a fake ID,
do you, New Girl?
Oh, yeah, actually, I do.
Uh, it's just in some boxes
back at my house.
Bullshit.
Guys, we don't need fake IDs.
I got my g*ns.
[inhaling] These g*ns.
Oh, my God,
you are such a loser.
I'm pretty sure your g*ns
aren't going to get us drunk.
Speak for yourself.
My god, guys, chill.
Matty and I got this.
Watch and learn,
boys and girls.
Watch and learn.
[laughing at "I Love Lucy"
on television]
That's no way to treat money!
[turns off television]
-Where are you from?
-Hmm?
Oh, I'm from the East Coast.
East Coast?
Damn, that's very far.
[Matt] My grandmother?
Really? My grandmother?
How could you?
[Tucker] Look, sorry, I've got
a thing for old ladies.
[Matt] Oh, really?
[Tucker] Can't blame a brother.
Hey, hey, stop that!
Dude plowed
my grandma Gladys.
[Tucker]
It's not like that, Matty.
It was magical. I'm in love.
-Oh yeah?
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
You gotta take this
and your grandma-loving asses
outside!
And... it's a miracle,
but she's pregnant.
[Matt] What?
[Tucker]
And I'm going to marry her.
[Matt] You think
you can f*ck my grandma?!
I'm going to be
your granddaddy, buddy!
[roaring]
No!
Come on, man, let's go!
Come on!
[teens] To Otis!
The best damn store clerk
Kettle Springs
could ever ask for...
and to Matt's
sexy grandmother Gladys.
[all laughing] Yes!
-To Grandma Gladys!
-To Grandma Gladys!
-Oh, my god.
-Oh, man. Ew!
Ronnie,
you couldn't have stole
anything better than this?
It was the first thing
I grabbed.
For the record,
I paid for at least twice
of what we stole.
Oh, Cole, you're so amazing.
Man, he thought
that the East Coast
was somewhere real far away.
Did you hear him say that?
I mean, it kind of is.
Both coasts are.
They call us "flyover country."
Oh, f*ck that.
Yeah, man, people don't know
what they're missing.
This place is like paradise.
[howling] Ow, ow, ow!
-[Matt] Hey, baby?
-[Ronnie] Yeah.
I gotta go piss.
-[Cole] Classy as always, Matt.
-[Matt] Thanks, man.
Hey, uh, don't roofie my drink
when I'm gone.
[Ronnie] No guarantees.
So, uh,
the sheriff was saying
that the factory
burnt down recently?
Uh... yeah.
We, um,
we filmed
one of our videos in there.
We snuck in.
We shouldn't have, I know,
but we didn't actually
start the fire.
Who did?
Nobody.
Faulty wiring.
Official conclusion.
But it's too big
a coincidence,
so nobody believes that.
Including us.
What, you think
someone set you up?
[screaming]
[Matt's screams cut short]
Okay, what in the f*ck
was that?
[screaming]
[groaning]
[groaning]
[screaming]
-[screaming in terror]
-Quinn! Quinn!
It's-it's not-- It's...
[laughing]
Smile, Philly girl.
You're about to become
a YouTube sensation.
We got you good.
[laughing] I can't believe
she fell for that.
[Cole] You guys are
f*cking idiots, you know that?
You guys are all idiots.
Welcome to the club.
You must be counting the days
till you can get out of here.
-No.
-No?
-No--
-Bullshit.
Yes, I literally have
a calendar in my room,
and I'm, like,
X-ing off the days.
-[Cole laughing, coughing]
-I'm not even kidding.
It's not a joke.
It's so sad,
just this, like, red marker.
So, what comes next, then?
Just... just off to college?
Uh, yeah.
What about you?
[scoffing] No.
I got big plans for this town.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
Like what?
Burning it all
to the f*cking ground.
I guess you're halfway there.
[both chuckling]
So, what, it's just
you and your dad here?
Yeah.
Yeah.
My mom died of an overdose
over the summer.
So yeah, it's just us.
[sighing]
f*ck.
-It's okay--
-I'm so sorry.
It's okay, no, no, no.
I--
my dad had, like, a breakdown
and couldn't go back to the ER.
Um, so...
I guess Kettle Springs
just had an opening
for a family doctor, and, um...
here we are.
[chuckling softly]
My younger sister died
last summer, too.
We used to hang out
at this reservoir all the time,
and...
she wanted to jump off the cliff
into the water.
She just didn't jump far enough.
Uh, I'm sorry,
am I interrupting something?
Because we have
a f*cking video to finish.
Okay.
["If I Look Fine"
by Roet playing]
If I look fine
That's how you know I'm not
Slips through my fingers
Everything I've got
[song playing faintly
on car stereo]
Well, tonight
was totally unexpected.
[chuckling] Yeah.
Total surprise.
In like a good way, though,
right?
Yeah, in a good way.
Okay, cool.
Thanks for listening
to all my sh*t.
Yeah, same.
If I look fine
That's how you know
I'm not
-sh*t! f*ck...
-Hey, Quinn,
What the hell?
You know what time it is?
Sorry.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
We were out,
and I lost track of time.
What? Oh,
and you've been drinking.
Who are you?
Uh, Cole Hill, sir.
Uh, don't worry,
I'm totally okay to drive.
I had two drinks in four hours.
Yeah, that's two too many
for somebody your age.
Okay, but realistically,
everyone drinks in high school.
That being said,
it will never happen again.
Yeah, it won't,
because you won't be seeing
my daughter ever again.
Dad, stop.
Go home now.
Go home!
Dad, can you stop?
[car door slams]
[Quinn] Oh, my god...
[starting engine]
f*ck.
It's not my fault
the cell reception sucks here.
You cannot run away
without telling me
where you're going.
What, like how you just ran off
and moved us
to the middle of nowhere
without asking me about it?
I asked you.
Yeah, and I said
I didn't want to go.
Quinn, that's not fair.
I asked you, and you said
that you'd be willing to go
if it's what I needed, right?
Exactly, exactly.
If it's what you needed.
It never actually mattered
what I wanted.
That's--
how can you say that?
Of course it matters.
That's why I asked you
in the first place--
-No, it isn't.
No, it never mattered
what I wanted,
because you f*cking ran away.
We ran away,
because I guess
that's what we do now.
We just run away
when things get hard,
or scary,
or f*cked up,
and I don't want
to run anymore.
I just want to be okay!
[door slamming]
[sniffling]
[crying]
[notification chimes]
Huh.
[scary music playing]
[screaming]
What in the f*ck was that?
[screaming]
What the f*ck?
[screengrab clicking]
[text message chiming]
No way...
[door cam notification chiming]
[Tucker scoffing] Cole.
It's payback time already, huh?
Never prank the prankster.
[c*ck g*n]
All right, game on.
[pans clattering]
[cat meowing,
distant clattering]
Motherfuck.
Okay, guys, not cool.
Matt...
sh*t.
[toilet flushing upstairs]
[Tucker calling] Cole?
Come on, man, I can hear you.
Gotcha!
Matt, I swear to God.
[plastic crinkling underfoot]
Okay.
Okay, nice touch
with the plastic sheeting.
I like it.
f*ck.
What the hell?
[jack-in-the-box music
tinkling]
[toy clown cackling]
Okay, y'all stepping it up
with this one.
[screaming]
[blood splattering]
[clown shoes squeaking]
[laughter]
[classical music playing]
[woman]
Try this on and pray it fits,
because it's the last one.
[man sighing]
What is going on with this?
It fit perfect last year.
This was
my favorite damn jacket.
You must have washed it
or something.
Don't blame the dry cleaners.
You need to lay off
that junk food.
-Junk-- What?
-[footsteps running past]
Hey!
Where do you think you're going?
To the parade?
Not after detention,
you're not.
Dad, the whole class
got detention.
I didn't even
do anything wrong.
Mr. Vern just hates us.
Well, did you know
that Mr. Vern's brother
committed suicide last month
when he lost his job
at the factory?
I'm sorry, I didn't know that.
Oh, okay.
That's not my fault.
It's not your--
It's not his fault.
You know, you've got to start
taking some responsibility.
It's nobody's fault, baby.
Sometimes things just happen.
What are you doing?
Go on, now.
Happy Founder's Day.
I would like
to welcome you all
to the 100th annual
Kettle Springs
Founder's Day Parade!
[crowd cheering]
A hundred!
[cheering]
Today we celebrate
things that bring us together,
things that keep us together,
like tradition.
-[crowd applauding]
-Yeah.
Like hard work...
[crowd cheering]
Like good old
small-town values!
[crowd cheering]
[band playing]
[laughing]
[novelty horn honking]
Frendo!
[crowd cheering]
-[Quinn] Hey!
-Hey.
You guys figure out
who that mystery Frendo is yet?
No, but we were thinking
it might be Rust.
He and Cole
used to be friends.
Yeah, that guy.
He's, um...
a little off.
Uh, he's very off.
Yo, you guys seen Tucker
anywhere?
No, he's being a text b*tch.
[Janet] Okay, screw Tucker.
We're doing another video.
Really? Here?
Shut up,
it's gonna be hilarious,
isn't it, Ronnie?
Totally hilarious.
Okay, you guys
get the wide shot.
We're going to get cutaways
over there.
Yeah?
Okay, let's go.
-We'll get cutaways.
Okay.
-Hey.
-Hey.
Oh...
hop on my shoulders.
You want me to do it?
Come on, let's go.
Okay.
[chuckling nervously]
So...
I kind of throw this party
every year
after the parade.
Yeah?
Any chance your dad
will let me take you with me?
Oh, less than zero percent.
Awesome.
I'll pick you up at 10:00.
Yo, yo, yo!
[cackling] Ha ha!
No f*cking way.
[parade cars honking]
-Hey!
-sh*t!
Bozo, what do you think
you're doing?
-No, no, no!
-[b*mb sizzling]
No! sh*t!
[laughing]
Sorry, man!
[crowd screaming]
f*ck.
What's going on?
[line snapping]
[crowd screaming]
Cole?
Who the hell
is responsible for this?
I think we should
get out of here.
Oh, yeah.
Guys, what the f*ck?
Did you guys see that?
What the hell was that?
That was insane, right?
-[Sheriff] You did this!
No, no, sir,
I-I didn't do anything.
Oh, the hell you didn't.
You probably already
put it on the Internet.
What...
We literally
didn't do anything.
You sabotaged Founder's Day.
Now sit in here and stew on it.
Uh, Cole will call his dad.
Good luck with that.
I can't believe
this is actually happening.
17 years old,
and I've already hit
rock bottom.
He can't actually hold us here
without charging us, right?
This feels ill*gal.
You think he gives a sh*t
about what's legal?
This is how it works
in Kettle Springs.
I am so dead.
[old man] Yeah,
you are dead.
Never f*ck with Frendo.
[old man snoring]
All right,
you're free to go.
Not you, Daryl.
Aw...
Dad...
-What the hell, Quinn?
-I know.
I told you to stay away
from the Hill boy.
He didn't do anything.
The f*cking sheriff
has it out to get him.
Yeah, maybe because
he burned down the factory
that employed half the town--
-No. No, no,
that was not his fault.
That was an electrical issue.
It was a wire that--
-Oh, he tell you that?
No, they did
a full investigation.
He's not a liar, Dad.
He's not even a bad guy.
He's actually
a really good guy.
Wait, you've known him
for two days,
you end up in detention
and now jail.
Because the teacher
is a f-- as*h*le.
-Oh, okay.
-But--
And so is the sheriff, Dad.
-Sure.
There is something f*cked up
about the old people
in this town.
So it's
everybody else's fault.
You know what?
You need to face consequences
for your actions.
You're grounded
until further notice.
No, no, no, no, I...
I am telling you, it was not--
Whose car is this, by the way?
-Yeah...
It was going to be a surprise,
but fat chance now.
Seriously?
f*ck.
I don't even know
how to drive stick.
Yeah, I know you don't.
It was supposed to be like
a bonding thing.
So you could experience
all the joy and trauma
of my generation.
[chuckling ruefully]
Yeah, maybe
some other time, Dad.
Yeah.
[quietly] I'm trying, Quinn.
[starting engine]
["Bye Bye"
by Haiku Hands playing]
One... [grunting]
Two...
Three. [sniffing]
[groaning] Yeah, six.
Lean in, I do what I want
and I won't
Backbeat, I'm free
Drop a knee for your soldier
Breathe in, I do what I want
[gulping]
And I'm gonna do you
[ominous music pulsing]
Seriously, guys?
Tucks?
[jack-in-the-box music
tinkling]
[clattering]
Check this out, Tucker,
wherever you went.
[laughing]
[exhaling and grunting]
One...
Two...
Three...
Four...
[toy clown cackling]
[exhaling and straining]
Five!
Tucker, you as*h*le, man.
[Frendo giggling]
Take it.
Take it, I'm spent.
[chuckling] Okay, yeah,
very funny, m*therf*cker.
[Frendo giggling]
[cackling]
You f*cking psycho!
[screaming] God!
[screaming, crunching]
[clown shoes squeaking]
["A Thousand Little Fires"
by Anthony Lazaro playing]
Creepers left and right
Buzz like crazy
[phone notification chiming]
Everybody's trying
to steal my lady
Spot us in the mirror
and think this can't be right
Back to the scene
of a Friday night
To a blessed collision
still froze in time
[notification chiming]
["It's Not About You"
by Haiku Hands playing]
I can't believe
we're doing this right now.
My dad is actually
going to k*ll me.
No.
He's actually going
to k*ll me.
He's not going to find out,
and even if he does,
I've already got
a sober ride home planned,
so at least he'll know
you were disobeying him
responsibly.
Responsibly, okay.
-Responsibly. Yes.
-That's very reassuring.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
What? What is that?
That is what I wanted
to show you.
Isn't it cool?
Some Baypen schwag for ya.
Yeah, it is really cool.
Where did you get it from?
Oh, they have that
kind of stuff all over town.
Yeah?
Like your psycho
Frendo costume?
Where'd you get that?
I'm OG Kettle Springs, baby.
I got all kinds of stuff.
Does it work?
Try it.
[jack-in-the-box music
tinkling]
Look out!
[tires screeching]
f*ck...
Ruston?
What the hell, man?
It's Saturday night.
I fell asleep
in the tree stand.
When I woke up, there he was.
You know,
that's barely a four-pointer.
It's a month of free dinner
while my pop's out of work.
Rust...
Quinn.
Uh, yeah, we met, actually.
Hi again. Quinn.
Uh, Rust and I used to, uh,
go hunting together.
Well, we're heading
to the hoedown.
I'd tell you to come join us,
but it looks like you gotta go
beat your meat.
Hey, did you tell Quinn
you used to practice
your boy-band dance moves
in the mirror?
Later, Rust.
Be careful, Quinn.
Come on.
[Quinn] So what do I got to do
to see some of these
dance moves?
[Cole] Look, all I'm saying
is don't challenge me
to a dance-off.
[Quinn laughing]
Challenge accepted.
You're a big talker. I like it.
Are you sure the owners
are okay with us being here?
[Cole] Oh, no, we're fully
trespassing.
-So if we get arrested again--
-We won't.
Don't worry,
we do this every year.
Do you promise?
Absolutely.
You are totally safe here, okay?
Trust me.
["How U Feelin'"
by Kabwasa playing]
[Cole] Hell, yeah.
Ooh yeah, like me
Like me, ooh yeah, like me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Say that then unless
you wanna move along
Oh, hey, you guys made it!
Shots?
All right.
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty get loose
Tired of talkin'
[coughing] Oh, my god,
what is in that?
That's moonshine, I think.
Oh, look, it's Cole
and his shiny new plaything.
[Cole] Shut up.
Where the hell
are Matt and Tucker?
Well, Matt was supposed
to pick us up,
but he just never showed.
He still
hasn't texted me back.
I'm so f*cking mad at him.
[Cole] Same with Tucker.
It's weird, right?
They're planning something
again, aren't they?
I was just thinking
the exact same thing.
Be on guard, peeps.
[DJ] Yo, yo, yo,
y'all having a good time?
[cheering]
Welcome to the Founder's Day
Barn Rave, baby!
[cheering]
Now, let me take a second
to thank my main man,
the one who paid
for all this sh*t,
the junior founder himself,
and the future
of Kettle Springs...
Cole Hill!
[crowd cheering]
Give me a sec.
Look, I'm only going to say
a couple things here
before we get to
the real festivities.
Hell, yeah!
[scattered cheering]
I know my great-grandfather
founded this town,
but let's be honest,
we're the future here, right?
-[cheering] Whoo!
-Yeah!
So let's not subscribe
to some backwards-a*s belief
of what this town used to be,
and instead think ahead
and dream up what comes next,
and let's have
a good f*cking time!
[crowd cheering]
["Wicked and Weird"
by Buck 65 playing]
Driving with a yellow dog
I95
He's got a smile on his face
and big shiny eyes
Up at a decent hour
never ate yet
Got a little Johnny Cash
in the ol' tape deck
Nothing in the trunk
but some baseball gloves
A pair of jumper cables
and a set of golf clubs
Blanket on the back seat
we're in rough shape
[crowd chanting]
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Lookin' for a gas station
better make a list
Fill 'er up with regular
I need to take a piss
Sexy girl air freshener
Snacks and that pinwheel
Top up the fluids, clean
the bugs off the windshield
Not a care in the world
Not a how, when, and why
No destination
Not a cloud in the sky
Back on the road
not a moment too soon
Dish ran away
with some other spoon
Wicked and weird
I'm a road hog
with an old dog
Singing slow songs
tryin' to hold on
Wicked and weird
I'm a rat fish
Tryin' to practice
Doin' back flips
on your mattress
Wicked and weird
I'm a road hog
with an old dog
Singing slow songs,
tryin' to hold on
[Quinn] Like, you're just
not good at dancing.
[Cole] Hey.
[door creaking open]
[Heavyweight" by Ruckspinx
Eliza Legzdina playing]
Agitated, exasperated
Why you look so mad
when the woman's elated?
Yeah, wipe that look
off your face
When you see a girl
come through in first place
Know that she bad 'cause
she worked through the hate
Too bad I'm the boss
I'm the one you can't play
Won't let you win
and you can't complain
No, sir, no, sir
We're not the same
I'm a real leader
Maybe we should
slow down a bit.
Oh, you like slow kisses?
Transistor sister
I play on the radio
Watching me
'cause I do it with ease
If you can't catch up
you will feel my breeze
In our house
we increased them fees
'Cause with my squad
it's guaranteed
Slower.
Do you mean slow like this?
Try all you want
You can't imitate
I'm a heavyweight
I mean, like, slow we...
we get another beer slow.
[music stops abruptly]
Oh, my god.
I'm so sorry.
Uh, no, I--
Quinn, I'm sorry.
I feel so f*cking stupid.
No, Quinn, Quinn, stop.
Quinn!
I have so much sh*t going on
inside of me right now,
and-and sometimes I...
I just don't know
what to do with all of it.
Yeah...
I can see that.
You figure that out
and get back to me.
[opening beer]
Hey, new girl!
You get rejected yet?
[laughing]
Cole rejects everybody.
[sighing]
You could have
told me that, Janet.
You're a sucker, Quinn.
He sucked you into
his little web
so he could feed
on your naive little mind.
Oh!
Oh, you b*tch!
You guys! You guys, stop!
[distant girl screaming]
Hey, Ginger,
you okay?
[screaming]
Stop!
Matt and Tucker, remember?
This time,
you don't fall for it.
[laughing derisively]
Oh, my god.
Aw, Ginger,
did you die?
That is so sad.
Sucks to die so young.
-Aw...
-[laughing]
This is pretty pathetic.
I know, right?
[distant heads-up whistle]
[head thudding]
Oh, my god, guys!
They made a plaster cast
of Matt's head.
[Ronnie and Janet laughing]
Ronnie, think fast.
[splashing]
[gasping] You b*tch!
-[laughing]
-You got corn syrup
all over my new top.
[others laughing]
[Ronnie]
Aw, baby, you look so sad.
Did you get a little owie
on your neck?
-[laughing]
-You guys...
Guys...
I can't find her pulse.
She's f*cking dead.
[screaming in horror]
[Frendo laughing]
[clown shoes squeaking]
Hey, check it out! It's Frendo!
[firing crossbow]
[screaming] Run!
[teens screaming in panic]
Janet!
[thudding]
-Thanks.
-Yeah.
Run! Run!
[panicked screaming]
[teen inside] Sorry!
Open the door!
Around the back!
[gasping]
Please don't.
Duck!
[firing]
Holy sh*t.
Thank you.
Where's Cole?
I don't know.
I was just with him.
I don't know.
Did anybody call 911?
You can't.
It's a total dead zone.
Somebody drive
back to town, then!
He slashed everyone's tires
and pulled the batteries.
Take his mask off.
[distant chainsaw starting up]
[Frendos laughing]
[revving chainsaws]
[laughing menacingly]
Holy f*cking sh*t.
That's a lot of Frendos!
[revving chainsaw]
[Quinn screaming]
[pumping shotgun]
[Frendo laughing]
[firing]
[Frendo screaming]
[teens panicking] Get up!
[moaning in pain]
[Rust] You gotta get up!
[cackling menacingly]
[coughing]
[roaring]
Where were you?
I was looking for you. Come on!
[revving chainsaw]
[empty g*n clicking] f*ck!
Come on! We gotta get inside!
Come on, come on! Move!
[chainsaw revving]
Quinn?
You asleep already?
Um, listen,
I just wanted to say
that I know how hard
this must be for you,
and I can't imagine
what you're going through...
Damn it.
f*cking teenagers!
I'm not getting any signal.
[Frendos shouting]
They're surrounding us.
[Frendo] We got you surrounded!
There's f*cking clowns
everywhere.
[Frendos banging]
[pumping shotgun]
[Frendo] There's no way out!
Rust, not that
I'm complaining or anything,
but do you bring
a loaded shotgun
to every party?
It's always in my truck,
locked.
That's why they didn't get it.
[sobbing] Those clowns hate us.
Ronnie, we're safe for now.
It's a steel door.
[heavy thudding on door]
[thudding and banging on door]
[sobbing, Frendos cackling]
It's over.
We're all gonna be
headless teenagers
without heads!
Ronnie, Ronnie, you need
to calm down, okay?
Look at me. Breathe.
[banging on walls]
[Frendo shouting]
We're gonna k*ll you!
Who the f*ck are they?
Why are they doing this?
And why is it only us?
[whispering]
Never f*ck with Frendo.
[banging on door,
Ronnie gasping]
[banging and cackling outside]
We gotta go.
We gotta get out of here.
She's right.
We can't stay here.
What about
the Tillersons' house?
We can use their landline
to call for help.
That's like a mile
through a cornfield
in the f*cking dark.
How many shells you got left?
Three.
You know, I never thought
I'd say this,
but I'm glad you're such
a f*cking redneck, Rust.
Aw, thanks, man.
I love you, too.
[wood splintering]
[firing twice]
What the hell, man?
What are you doing?
What? I got him!
Yeah, and you wasted
two shells doing it!
Now we only have one left
to get out of here!
Oh, my God,
can you stop being
so f*cking stupid?
No, you know what?
You're stupid,
because you threw away
everything we had,
for what?
No, no, we never had anything.
Oh, bullshit.
[all realizing] Oh...
Why can't you just admit
who you are
for once in your f*cking life?
Because I don't f*cking know!
[clattering]
[Cole] f*ck!
You guys?
There's a hole in the ground
over here.
Yes...
It's a drainage ditch.
Drainage for what?
You don't want to know.
Hey, I am not crawling
through a sh*t pipe.
-[wall splintering]
-[screaming]
[Frendo] I'm gonna k*ll you!
Never mind! Let's go.
Guys, they have us surrounded.
[Frendo cackling]
If we try
and crawl out of here,
they'll just
Whac-A-Mole us to death.
Not if we distract them.
Driving around
looking for you now.
It's not a big town.
It's only a matter of time.
I'm not mad, Quinn.
Just please call me back.
[glass crunching underfoot]
[distant voice moaning]
Hello?
Hello?
I don't have any drugs here,
if that's what you want.
[Frendo] Move.
Don't look. Keep going.
[Dr. Maybrook]
Okay, okay, okay.
[muffled voice moaning]
[muffled groaning]
[Dr. Maybrook]
What is happening?
Save him,
or your daughter dies.
Where-where is she?
[grunting]
You'll find out.
First, you've got work to do.
Okay, okay.
Let's hope this works.
I can't do it! I can't!
Shut up, Ronnie! Go!
[crashing and laughing]
You owe me a new outfit
after this.
Not the time, Janet.
-Don't be long.
-Try and hold your breath.
[Frendos yelling]
Are you sure about this?
Yeah, man. You know I love
blowing sh*t up.
[chainsawing, cackling]
Here, take this.
There's on one shot left.
[chainsawing]
Rust, like...
I'm really sorry about--
-Tell me about it later!
I'll be right behind you.
[smashing]
Go. Go!
f*ck!
Oh, I hate my life,
I hate my life, I hate my life.
[whimpering]
Oh, my god...
Move your butt, Ronnie.
[whimpering]
[chainsawing]
[grate clanking]
[coughing]
[tractor motor rumbling]
[gasping]
Oh, geez.
Rust...
W-we have to go get him.
We can't.
We have to go for help.
We have one b*llet.
One b*llet.
Save it.
We have to go
to the Tillersons' house.
What, through the cornfield?
What choice do we have?
Cole!
Aw, hell!
Go, go, go!
[shrapnel clattering into pan]
[Frendo groaning]
[Frendo groaning]
He's having trouble breathing.
Let me just--
-I said leave it on.
Who are you people?
Did I say you could talk?
[over walkie-talkie]
K4, you there?
We got more incoming.
Roger that.
Send 'em down. Doc's here.
Copy!
[shrapnel clattering]
I need more saline.
What?
He's in shock.
He's going to die
if he doesn't get more fluids.
I need more saline.
Well, why don't you get some?
'Cause I'm in the middle
of an operation.
Fine. Where is it?
In the cabinet behind you.
[fabric ripping]
Where?
Um, it's in the bottom drawer.
Come on, come on, come on...
Here.
Sorry about tonight, Quinn.
Oh, it's okay.
Don't worry about it.
You know, except for the clowns
trying to k*ll us and all.
That kind of sucks.
-[corn st*lks crunching]
-[Ronnie] Ow!
This corn hurts.
Shut up, Ronnie.
I can't shut up.
f*ck, it's like we're in
some awful '80s slasher
horror movie in the corn.
[Janet]
Which means what, exactly?
[sighing sadly]
It means I'm next.
Okay, stop it!
[gasping]
Guys, there's the road.
There's a car coming.
Come on.
-Let's go.
Hey, hey!
-Hey, wait!
-Hey!
[siren whoops]
Oh, sh*t.
Please tell me
that isn't the f*cking sheriff.
[c*ck g*n]
Put the g*n down.
Sir?
Sir, I--I know this looks bad,
but this isn't mine.
Put the g*n down now,
and back away.
Okay.
Sheriff, you don't understand.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we were attacked by clowns!
[Sheriff sighing] All right,
I've had about enough
of you, thanks.
It-it-it--
This wasn't me, okay?
Whoa, whoa, what?
No, no, no.
Quinn, no.
-Wait, wait, wait!
No, no, no.
Sheriff, you don't understand.
There's a m*ssacre going on.
There's a bunch
of dead people back there.
Anything you say
can and will be used
against you
in a court of law.
[handcuffs closing]
What is happening?
Why is everyone
so f*cking mean?
[Sheriff] Hey!
Watch your language, girlie.
[Quinn] This is not a joke.
There's a bunch of psychos
dressed up like Frendo
who are trying to k*ll us!
Oh, my god.
Oh, that's my bad.
All right, okay,
y'all are making
one of your little goofy
Internet videos?
Is that what's happening?
Your little dirtbag friends
out there
filming me from the cornfield?
Is that right?
There's no camera, you idiot!
We're in a bunch
of danger right now!
Shut up, you're the one
who's in a bunch of danger,
homeboy.
-Wait, wait, wait!
-It's real, Sheriff.
I swear to God.
They have chainsaws
and-and axes...
Yeah, and-and pitchforks,
and my boyfriend's head!
[crying]
Y'all had a shotgun,
so what's your problem?
[Quinn] This is insane.
This is--
What? This is insane.
Why won't you listen to us?
Wait, wait, wait,
arrest me too!
Please just get me out of here.
Next time, toots.
Y'all have a pleasant
rest of your night.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, don't!
We need help! We need help!
How do we have
the worst sheriff in America?
What the hell?
Why did he only arrest Cole?
Okay, let's get
to the Tillersons' house.
We can call for help there.
How far is it?
Not far. Come on.
What? Wait, wait, wait, no.
I'm not going back in there!
I'm drawing the line, okay?
I'm drawing the line
right here!
[sobbing] Oh, sh*t.
[panting]
Wait! [sobbing]
Wait!
[corn st*lks rustling]
[heavy footsteps approaching]
[chainsaw starting up]
What?
[revving chainsaw]
Run!
[screaming]
[chainsaw revving]
[sawing cornstalks]
[gasping]
Wrong way!
-Change of plans!
-[screaming]
Shh. Shh.
[shushing]
[chainsaw idling]
[chainsaw idling,
footsteps approaching]
[chainsaw turns off]
[slow footsteps]
[whispering] We're gonna die.
[muffled sobbing]
[screaming]
[gasping]
[chainsaw revving]
[screaming]
Oh, my God!
[screaming]
Oh, my god!
[revving chainsaw]
[ringing doorbell urgently]
Did you seriously
just ring the doorbell?
Well, do we just go in?
I think we're past the point
of pleasantries, Janet, yeah.
[panting shakily]
[whispering]
Do you see a phone?
Shh...
[gasping]
[whispering] Is he dead?
Well, I don't think
he's meditating.
[panting shakily]
I think he's dead.
[distant rotary phone ringing]
It's a phone!
Oh, my god.
Upstairs.
Let's go.
[rotary phone ringing]
There it is!
Hello?
[call disconnects]
-Hello?
-[dial tone buzzing]
What?
Look-- I think the ph--
I think the line is dead.
Okay, call 911.
Well, where's the button,
Janet?
Uh, what is this?
What is this?
What the f*ck
kind of phone is this?
[phone receiver clattering]
[crying and whimpering]
Quinn...
[Quinn] Holy sh*t.
What is this?
[jack-in-the-box music
tinkling]
-[toy clown cackling]
-[gasping in fright]
This was a trap.
We gotta get out of here.
[TV static crackling]
Oh, sh*t!
He was meditating!
[screaming]
[glass bulb shattering]
[electricity buzzing,
Frendo roaring]
Oh, sh*t, Janet!
[vase smashing]
[coughing, spluttering]
[moaning] Oh, god, is it bad?
Is it bad? I can't look.
Oh, my god, it's bad.
Oh, it's so bad, girl.
f*ck, stay still, stay still,
stay still, stay still...
-[pulling the pitchfork]
-[screaming]
I know, I know, I know!
Don't let me die,
don't let me die.
-No, no, no, no, no!
-I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!
[Janet screaming]
[blow squelching]
I hate you, Quinn.
[Frendo grunting] Me too.
[whimpering] Oh, f*ck.
Jeez...
Come on, hurry it up.
This is taking too long!
[monitor beeping steadily]
[alert beeping]
What happened?
[Dr. Maybrook] He's flatlining.
Um, look, I need your help.
Me?
Yeah, yeah, you!
Come on, take it, take it!
What are you looking at me for?
Take 'em, take 'em, take 'em,
take 'em, take 'em!
Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ready? One, two...
f*ck the Hippocratic oath!
You shouldn't have done that.
Sorry.
Um, you're going to want
to leave that in there.
I'm going to get some help.
No, no. What are you doing?
No, no. No, no, no, I just...
Ah...
Okay, that's...
Now you're gonna bleed out.
Yeah. See?
That's...
This is exactly
what I was saying.
Aah!
[grunting]
[groaning, knife clattering]
Don't say I didn't warn you.
-[turning on walkie-talkie]
-[Frendo] It's all going wrong!
g*dd*mn it! We shouldn't have
done it like this!
[female Frendo]
This is not my fault!
The damn girl's
tougher than we thought!
[male Frendo] Just get her
and bring her back
to the Baypen factory!
[Dr. Maybrook] Oh, my God.
-We'll deal with her there.
-Roger that.
[opening door]
[panting]
[struggling with door]
[panting]
[engine starting]
Damn it!
[distant chainsaw starting]
[revving chainsaw]
[engine stalling]
g*dd*mn it!
No, don't do this to me
right now.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, please don't do this
to me right now.
[engine stalling]
Aah!
Damn it!
When your dad wants
to teach you to drive stick,
you f*cking say yes!
[sobbing]
[screaming]
[chainsaws revving]
[Frendo cackling maniacally]
[glass shattering]
[screaming]
[throwing switch]
[whispering]
Who the hell are you people?
Aw.
Welcome to the main event,
sweetie pie.
My f*cking face hurts.
Don't complain.
I gotta work in the morning.
Work? This is work.
This is the best damn job
I've ever had.
[laughing]
[all laughing]
Better than my day job.
Yeah, you're a lot
f*cking better at it, too.
[Sheriff] Language, sweetheart.
[cattle prod crackling]
[screaming in pain]
[Frendos laughing]
Why are you doing this?
[voice approaching] Because...
it's a Founder's Day
tradition!
I mean, only when necessary,
of course.
[chuckling softly]
[whispering]
You're Cole's dad.
No.
No, Cole's no son of mine.
I disowned him.
Oh, come on,
please just let me go.
No, no, no, no.
It's way too late
for that, toots.
[Quinn] I didn't do anything.
Shh.
Shh.
You know, Kettle Springs
is a good town,
filled with good people, right?
Uh-huh.
That's right, it is.
Best of America...
what's left of it.
And keeping it that way
all these years
hasn't been easy.
It takes vigilance,
because every
couple of generations,
well, we get ourselves
a bad crop.
I'm not even from here.
[cattle prod crackling]
Go ahead.
[Quinn]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
[cattle prod crackling,
groaning in pain]
[coughing]
[Quinn sobbing]
Now, listen.
In the '30s, Baypen became
the national brand.
It kept this town afloat, right?
[Frendos]
Uh-huh. You can say that.
And then this big old train
full of hobos
just rolled on into town,
and they just
didn't want to leave.
No, and then we had
some hippies in the '60s.
They came in
and started a commune,
sold dope to kids,
and then, oh, in the '90s,
we all know
what kind of burnouts
those guys were, man.
[chuckling]
But your generation,
with your...
your f*cking preening
and your g*dd*mn cat videos,
well, you guys
might be the worst of them all.
Cancer.
A scourge!
A blighted crop is what you are,
that needs to be culled!
Oh, Cole!
-[muffled shouting]
-Cole!
Surprise!
What are you doing?
He's your son!
No, I told you,
he isn't my son,
not since he k*lled
his own sister.
He didn't k*ll her.
-It was on his watch!
-She drowned!
He took everything from me,
everything that I cared about,
and then you burned down
the g*dd*mn factory.
That was the last straw, Cole.
I just came to the realization
that my boy is just a bad seed,
and Daddy
has to start all over.
[cackling]
Oh, my god, you're insane.
You're an insane person!
I'm just doing
what my daddy did before me,
and his daddy did
before him.
Tradition.
You really think
you're going to be able
to get away with this?
[cackling] Look.
Would you like to see
Cole's suicide note? Hmm?
It's going live on his socials
tomorrow morning.
Yup!
Another spoiled rich kid
that shoots up a party,
and then he kills
the girl that spurned him
right before he kills himself.
-Affluenza's a b*tch.
Yeah. [cackling]
Yeah, I would say so.
So let's go.
Let's get this show on the road.
You're f*cking sick,
you know that?
You just pretend to care.
You're so worried about
what's wrong with the kids,
when you guys are the ones
that f*cked everything up!
You don't care about the Earth.
You don't care about
the next generation.
Well, guess what,
the world's going to change
whether you like it or not,
and I know that scares
the sh*t out of you...
because if you can't have things
the way that you want 'em,
you'd rather burn it all
to the f*cking ground!
You'd rather k*ll us
than just listen.
Let's hear it for Cole.
That was beautiful.
That was beautiful!
You know what?
I'm gonna put that
into the suicide note.
I mean, I'm not going to put in
all the gory details and stuff,
but, um, you know,
I'll put a lot of it.
Jesus f*cking Christ,
this is endless.
[pumping shotgun]
Can we get on with it, please?
Well, yes, sir.
Thank you.
Listen, sweetheart,
I'm really sorry.
I mean, I--
I tried to warn you,
but you didn't listen.
Dumb f*ck!
[Sheriff] Just like the rest
of your g*dd*mn generation.
[Cole] No! No!
[crashing]
[screaming]
[scaffold clattering]
[coughing]
[gurgling]
Sheriff?
I'm okay, right?
Uh...
[starting chainsaw]
[Quinn] Dad!
Cole! Get Cole!
[chainsaw revving]
[Mr. Vern grunting]
[cattle prod crackling,
shot blasting]
Dad!
[groaning] Run, Quinn.
Run!
sh*t! [pumping shotgun]
[firing]
Dunne...
You go get her, I got Cole.
[panting]
[yelping]
Hey, Doc...
[grunting]
[pipe clattering]
[banging]
[door lock rattling]
[banging]
[banging]
[sawing]
Come on, come on, come on...
[starting engine]
[groaning]
[tires squealing]
[revving engine]
[gasping for air]
[smashing]
It's over, sweetheart.
Come on out, now.
There ain't nowhere to run.
Don't worry,
I'll make it quick.
[pumping shotgun]
See, that's the problem
with your generation.
You all think
that you're smarter than us.
[blasting]
You got that right.
[cattle prod crackling]
[screaming]
[screaming]
[panting]
And I'm not
your f*cking sweetheart.
[Cole] You're going down,
no matter what.
The truth is going
to come out eventually.
Oh, you are too dumb
to be my son.
You tell people
what they want to believe,
and you can get away
with m*rder.
You started the fire,
didn't you?
For the f*cking
insurance money.
Business was bad.
You were losing money,
weren't you, Dad?
You burnt down the factory!
-Now I take it back.
You're not as dumb
as I thought.
[Cole] Oh, f*ck you.
I'll see you in hell, son.
[car engine starting]
[tires screeching]
Cole! Cole!
Oh, my God!
Stay there! Stay there!
Cole! Help!
[firing]
[gasping]
[Cole coughing]
[gasping for breath]
[Dr. Maybrook groaning]
[coughing]
Rust.
Cole!
You're alive, man.
See?
You always second-guess, man.
No, it's because you smell
like burnt flesh.
You don't smell
so good either.
Oh, f*ck it.
Such a confusing f*cking night.
[Dr. Maybrook] Quinn!
-Dad!
-Oh, Quinn.
Quinn, oh, my God.
-Dad.
Oh, thank god you're okay.
Are you--are you okay?
No, yeah, it's fine.
He just shot me once,
but it was
on the spleen side, so...
Oh, my god, that looks
really f*cking bad.
No, it's okay. Hey, hey...
Promise me we'll learn
to talk things through
a bit better.
Yeah, I would like that
very much.
[chuckling in relief]
Okay, let's get out of here.
Okay, you don't have to--
[groaning in pain]
Okay, okay, I'll be fine.
[grunting] Come on.
Come on...
[Cole] So, what do you guys
think of Kettle Springs so far?
[Quinn] Uh... well, I haven't
really been here very long,
but I hear it's f*cking lovely
in the spring.
-[Dr. Maybrook] Quinn.
-[Quinn] Oh, sorry, Dad.
[Dr. Maybrook] Language.
Guys?
Oh, sh*t.
Let's get
the f*ck out of here.
Yes.
There are keys.
Quick, get in!
Here we go. All right.
[starting engine]
sh*t.
sh*t! It's another
stick shift, Dad.
I can't do it!
I can't do it.
Please take over--
Quinn, Quinn,
you got this.
Just here,
just push in the clutch.
It's that guy over there.
Slide it into first,
and give it a little bit of gas.
Oh, yup, there we go.
Okay, good, good.
Now let it out a little bit.
There you go. You're doing it.
Yeah, nice job, Quinn.
Guys, we got a problem!
[chainsaw revving]
We gotta go the other way.
No, we're done running.
Quinn...
f*cking punch it!
[revving engine]
Die, you m*therf*cking clown!
[all shouting]
["The Force" playing]
I'm invincible
Just off principle
Irresistible
Ever since the bull
Showed his face round here
I've been head down grinding
The only time I look up
Never lose horizons
See it by force
Open up your eyes
While the others disguise
Imma make 'em realize
You sure you don't need me
to drive you?
Nah.
You gotta stay back
and work on your campaign.
Plus, this way,
I can listen to my own music.
I can't believe
how grownup you are.
I hate it.
[chuckling]
I love you so much.
I love you too, Dad.
You're tough as nails, Quinn.
[truck approaching]
Uh, excuse me.
I'm sorry, were you really
going to leave
without saying goodbye?
No.
I was going to
stop by your house
on the way out.
Right, yeah,
well, we couldn't wait.
Brought you something.
A gift.
Wow.
It's a 16-inch collapsible
self-defense baton.
Just like I always wanted.
Yeah.
Sorry, Dr. Maybrook, but, uh,
there's some crazies out there.
Completely understand.
This is really sweet, you guys.
I hope I don't have to use it
against a bunch
of k*ller clowns.
Us too,
but just in case.
I love you guys.
You be safe, okay?
Stay away from old people.
Uh, hey.
I mean old clowns
that want to k*ll you.
Right. That's good advice.
[starting engine]
["Keep It Up" by Good Neighbors
playing]
Love you. Bye!
Ay! Tried to blame it
on the city that I love
I point the finger
at the people up above
But, oh, babe
You'll be okay
When you get lost
in your head some days
When life
ain't goin' your way
Keep it up, it up, it up
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
[clattering]
["Won't Take Me Alive"
By Dirty Honey playing]
[clown cackling]
I ain't a fighter
But you're never
takin' me alive
So if you're comin'
Then you ought to know
it's suicide
You won't make me crawl
When my back's to the wall
Ain't taking me alive
Won't bleed me out to dry
I'll tell you
like I said before
I never asked to start a w*r
But now you know
that I'd rather die
You won't take me alive
Don't complicate it
You created your own misery
Won't be a victim
I won't listen
to your mind's disease
No
You want me to bleed
I got an ace up my sleeve
[laughing]
Ain't taking me alive
Won't bleed me out to dry
I'll tell you
like I said before
I never asked
to start a w*r
But now you know
that I'd rather die
You won't take me alive
You won't take me alive
Won't take me alive
Ain't takin' me alive
Won't bleed me out to dry
I'll tell you
like I said before
I never asked
to start a w*r
But now you know
that I'd rather die
You won't take me alive
Won't bleed me out to dry
I'll tell you
like I said before
I never asked to start a w*r
But now you know
that I'd rather die
You won't take me alive
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