Woods Are Real, The (2024)

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Do you make him leap

like the locust?

So, is Gano

still trying to buy you out?

Oh, sure, yeah, he's now

working on simulated worlds.

It's like

nobody can handle real life.

Speaking of which...

Oh, yeah, Stan,

did Caleb happen to tell you

where he went

for the past three months?

He tells me nothing.

Oh, secrets. Bad Caleb.

All he said is it was amazing.

Life changing.

-And?

-And...

you two are both

very, very good people.

Wow. Caleb said we're good.

I know.

He's clearly up to something.

And they're hilariously

funny as well.

They are funny.

And good. Remember? Your words.

Quincy, did you grow up

with these two?

No. I met Joba in college.

At Yale.

Wow!

Yale, Stan.

Yale.

-Yale.

-Thank you.

Yale. Yale.

Where did you go, Stan?

Binghamton.

It's the Ivy of the SUNY system.

- Hmm.

- There is no Ivy

of the SUNY system.

And that is what makes it

the SUNY system.

- Caleb...

- He says it all the time.

I personally would like

to hear a little bit more though

about me being good.

Yes, please.

It'll help with his humility.

That's all he said.

He disappeared on this retreat.

He came back, said nothing,

and then mentioned,

"You know, those two are good."

Uh-uh, Stan.

That is vague as hell.

Where the f*ck was he

for three months?

-Quincy.

-What? I'm not mad.

That was a friendly

"where the f*ck."

I can sense the friendliness.

I mean,

you did miss a few things.

I know. I know.

Mm-hmm.

You missed James's wedding.

Missed implies it was something

I wanted to go to.

Fair.

But you missed my fundraiser.

And you missed Joba's speech for

the annual shareholders meeting.

What was that thing you said?

Oh, uh, just...

technology is the new God,

but we are its masters.

Oh, dramatic.

What god did you mean?

What do you mean? Just God.

The Christian one, I guess.

Right, but did you mean

the Old Testament

vengeful m*therf*cker,

or the kinder,

friendlier God we know today?

It was a metaphor.

I'd be careful with that.

Okay.

It must have been

quite the retreat.

Stan called it a retreat.

And you,

what do you call it?

I call it a pilgrimage.

Stan,

you didn't go at all?

No, I just know he went,

came back,

and said it was life-changing.

- Hmm.

- Life-changing?

Well, I thought

Ibiza changed your life.

I was waist-deep in cock

in Ibiza.

-Okay.

-So it was meaningful.

But that's all that Ibiza was.

Well, I mean, that

personally would change my life.

But this was spiritual.

I was in a cabin, in a field.

Okay, this is good.

Some human sacrifice vibe,

- blood rituals.

- Baby, let him talk.

And I was alone.

Carla recommended it.

- Carla Holmes?

- Mm-hmm.

Who is Carla Holmes?

Our parents

came up together.

-Did she have a watch?

-Ah, yes.

The company watches.

Makes it easier

to spot the prick.

Where's yours, by the way?

I lost it.

You lost your watch?

Anyway, I was in this cabin

in a field, and I was alone.

And I sat and I walked...

and I prayed.

You're an atheist.

- Uh-huh.

And time started to slow down.

It nearly stopped.

And it was-- it was very hard.

But at the end of it,

I felt good.

Clean.

That's it?

Essentially.

I'm sorry, Caleb, you...

you went to the woods

for three months,

made everybody worry,

f*cked off a bunch of promises.

But you feel good.

Cool.

I mean, you could have at least

called about the fundraiser.

What was this fundraiser?

Quincy runs a program for kids

from disadvantaged homes

in the city,

giving them an opportunity to go

to the woods every summer.

It's fake.

Excuse me?

The urban Outward Bound thing

you do, it's fake.

Oh wait, you're joking.

Stan, is he-- He's joking.

I don't know.

You're joking, right?

You send these kids away

for a month to the woods,

and then they spend

the rest of the year

back at whatever hellhole

they came from.

And they're sent by me and you

and Joba and not Stan.

You can't afford it, honey.

And that makes you feel good.

Which is nice for you,

but it doesn't actually

do anything.

It's fake.

Wow, I...

I didn't realize how little

respect you have for me.

- Honey, he's just--

- No, no, no. I'm sorry.

You give up Netflix for a month

and now

you're the f*cking Dalai Lama?

How dare you?

You asked me

what I learned in the woods.

That's something I learned.

Is this the dessert?

You know, honey,

you can have some dessert.

Hmm?

You still think I'm good?

I do.

Angry people can be good.

Get the f*ck out.

-Get the f*ck out, Caleb.

-Hey. Hey. Just--

Caleb,

get the f*ck out.

Have a good night.

I am sorry.

I-- I don't know

what's wrong with him.

It's fine.

Just a misunderstanding.

Of course it's fine.

It doesn't matter at all.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You rubbed a cake in his face?

What is your deal with him?

He calls me fake

right in front of you,

and you don't do anything?

I could barely keep up

with what was happening.

"Barely keep up with..." What?

Did you make out with him

in boarding school or something?

I didn't make out with him.

-We didn't make out.

-Oh, that's it.

You-- you're gay,

you're bi and you never

got over it. Got it.

I made out with a different guy

when I was experimenting.

-Roger. Okay?

-Oh, Roger.

I-- Once, in college,

and I don't invite him places.

I don't even follow him

-on Instagram.

-Uh-huh.

It's actually pretty mean of me.

This is back when you and Caleb

were experimenting.

No, Caleb was not experimenting.

Caleb is gay.

It's not an experiment

when the conclusion is,

"Yes, I am gay."

You just, like,

left me out to dry.

I don't think you're really

looking at what he was saying.

Oh, do not mansplain me

right now.

Oh, God.

I hate that term.

I can't change

the fact that I am a man

trying to explain something.

So you-- you agree

that I just

spend my time doing fake sh*t?

That's not what he was saying.

Enlighten me.

He was saying that

charity should maybe be harder

than a fundraiser,

or a foundation.

And except for Stan,

his life is hard enough.

He went to Binghamton.

-Please, he's in finance.

-He's a bank teller.

Why did you apologize to Caleb?

It was just easier. Okay?

I-- I didn't want him

to feel judged.

God, you picked the wrong team.

I've known him

since I was a kid.

Okay? He has always been lost.

He joined the Merchant Marines

when he was young.

He created a startup,

for Christ's sake.

He says

his life changed in a cabin.

Just let him.

He wasn't trying to hurt you.

He just doesn't know what

he's doing and that scares him.

You think that's it?

He'll do something

to make up for it.

Do you respect me?

If it's connected

to fearing you, then yeah.

Emphatically.

You love me?

I think it's also connected

to the fear.

Oh, you didn't even

tell them that we were trying.

Ah, it seemed like a bad time.

Two good people in the world.

Yeah. Two good people.

Ow!

-Did you just s*ab me?

-Mm-mm.

You see, this is where

the fear of you comes in.

Oh. Fear God, baby,

not me.

Hey...

wanna try?

Yeah.

Let's try.

Okay.

What is that?

So this is the place.

Naked I came

from my mother's womb.

And naked shall I return.

Uh, I don't know.

I mean, it wasn't really for me.

Makes me feel

like a bad progressive.

Yeah, but you like

telling people that you read it.

- I like telling people?

- Yeah.

You think I use it?

I think it feels good to you

to tell people that you read it.

"I read Ta-Nehisi Coates.

I have a Black wife.

I vote Democrat

and march at rallies.

I'm so good."

Oh, okay. Okay. So I'm bad?

-I'm very bad. I get it.

-Okay. Don't get mad.

I'm just saying,

like, it wasn't for me.

But I need to read it.

I am going to impregnate you.

Okay. Wow.

Now it just got weird.

I will then have

a Black son or daughter.

And have a Black ex-wife

in a minute.

And I just will

want them to know

that I read Ta-Nehisi Coates

and I'm trying to learn that I--

Do you want the baby

to know this?

I was thinking more

when they were in middle school.

But, yeah, I want to understand.

-I-- I just wanna be--

-Right.

Yeah. And good.

I mean, I wanna be good.

Just like

our friend Caleb said I was.

Your friend Caleb.

I can't believe

you said "impregnate."

-So cold.

-I meant it warmly.

Well, it was not.

It's like an alien in one

of those old sci-fi movies.

Very clinical.

That's my charm, babe.

The look of a doctor

with none of the effort.

Oh, I talked to Deborah,

'cause I wanted to know

what James was gonna do

about the Gano offer.

Yeah. And?

And she said--

You are not ready.

She said she just found out

that James is into cuckolding.

I'm not sure what to do

with that information.

You're not into that, are you?

I'm not even fully sure

I could define it.

Good.

Well,

this is gonna change our lives.

I am gonna be non-judgmental.

I'm gonna be very unjudgmental

about this shack.

Oh, my God.

This is a nightmare.

It's Victorian grandma

nightmare,

and it smells like old.

Well, Caleb said

pilgrimage, right?

Mm.

What is this?

Double-barred cross.

Oh, yeah.

I learned about these in Latin.

There's Anglican ones,

where the lines are, like,

graded and closer together,

but this is--

Like something an alien ploughed

into a field in Scotland.

Oh, my God.

Maybe Caleb was abducted.

I'm f*cking with you.

Okay, I'm out.

That's the mothership,

and they wanna

investigate our taxes

and probe us in a crop circle.

You think aliens

wanna make us do chores?

Taxes.

Come on. No, leave it.

Leave it. Leave it. Come on.

I wanna feed you

before the probing.

You would love to watch that

with your freaky ass.

-What about the mess?

-Just leave it.

It's just,

um, part of the decor.

So,

your dad's gonna sell to Gano?

Mm-hmm. I don't know.

He should, though.

-You think so?

-Well, yeah.

I mean, a monster like Gano

comes along...

you can't fight that.

-Mm.

-You know?

And everybody always gets

fascinated by his ideas

and keeps feeding him money.

But keep in mind,

he's never actually

made anything useful.

-Cars?

-No. He acquired that company.

Now he just wants

a world where, you know,

people can wake up

and be in a ice castle

or a space station.

-You can work your nine to five.

-We don't have nine to fives.

And you could wake up

in a whole new reality.

But there's no consequence

to that.

Like, your decisions

don't matter.

If you hate it so much,

why sell?

Because I live

in the real world.

My family makes wrist watches.

Like, who even

wears watches anymore?

Fancy people.

The elite.

-You.

-Yeah. Well.

Okay, so you sell

your shares to Gano.

Yes, and then...

I think we go full in

on the foundation.

We get involved

with world health, with hunger.

We create the change

that we wanna see in the world.

I mean, I already

pledged my inheritance.

See, I love

when you talk like that.

Yeah. My dad

won't love it, but...

Whatever.

You guys

are an old world company.

For business

to succeed nowadays, you'd--

you gotta be eaten up

by a monster.

Your parents believe that?

They own tanzanite mines.

They really cornered

the market on a mineral.

-They are the monster.

-No.

And like our folks...

Gano just wants to get bigger.

Yeah, but our folks are good,

hardworking people.

Oh, God, you think everyone's

good, hardworking people.

I think

most people try their best.

Really?

I think

most people are on Twitter.

It's the same song.

It's not hard work,

we're here because of...

colonization and

unfair practices.

Not during hamburgers, please.

You don't want

oppression ruining your beef?

Is it always that? Really?

I mean, look

at your family's company.

They own the mines, and that

is a Black-owned business.

I mean,

can they even be oppressive?

Yeah.

Do you know

anything about mines?

I mean, Caleb talked sh*t,

but why do you think

I do so much activism?

Because you have a big heart.

Because I feel guilty.

It's a really good burger.

What's that sound?

I don't know.

Mmm! It's really good.

It's good.

- Joba?

- Yep.

Hey.

Hey, uh, I'm just putting

this stuff back up.

-I have no idea how they fell.

-I have to tell you something.

-What the f*ck?

-What?

It says our name on it.

-What do you mean?

-It says "Quincy and Joba."

Okay. Did you just write that?

I did not.

Maybe Caleb left it behind,

but there's one

with his name on it too.

And Carla's.

Wait, I have to

tell you something.

Let me just pop this in.

-I'm pregnant.

-What?

Whoa.

Okay.

-Wait. Are you serious?

-Mm-hmm.

Are you doing this?

How would I be doing this?

You will give

everything to him.

What is this?

Everything.

What the f*ck was that?

We didn't get WiFi.

What is it?

-It's the bank.

-What?

Wait--

It's all gone. What the f*ck?

Wait, how can this even be?

Where's all our money?

It's not letting me

access anything.

f*ck! f*ck! f*ck!

The f*cking phonograph

just talked to us.

I'm not imagining that. Right?

- I-- I-- I--

- Okay.

Let-- let-- I'll go--

Let's just go-- go and get--

Sort this out-- out there,

at home.

-Come on, let's just go.

-Okay.

Where's the f*cking house?

The spirit of God has made me...

and the breath

of the almighty gives me life.

Just focus.

What's left in the bag?

Besides the DEET?

-Well, we can't eat tick spray.

-No.

It's, like,

strong cheese and...

...maraschino cherries.

'Cause you wanted to

make Manhattans, remember?

I told you

we should have rationed.

Well, I'm not eating

just for me.

No road...

no way even

to get back to the cabin.

We shouldn't have left.

Yeah, well, we needed

to look for help, for people.

Mm.

-What was that?

-A g*n.

A Winchester.

Well, you think or you know?

No, my dad hunted

foxes with them.

Well, that is the whitest thing

I've ever heard you say.

-My dad, I said--

-Wait, wait, wait, wait.

So somebody else is out here.

-Hello?

-What are you doing? Stop.

-Hey.

-No, no, no. They have a g*n.

-So what? We wanna be found.

-Yeah, but we need to be safe.

- Hello?

- Shut up!

Stop! Just stop!

Okay. He left footprints.

-So?

-They go this way.

Wait, so you wanna follow him?

He's the only person we've seen.

We need to look for help.

We'll stay far behind.

No, Joba,

I'm thinking about our kid.

Yeah. So am I.

- Come on.

- f*ck!

This is stupid.

Okay, so what is it then?

What is all this?

Well, I mean, if it was just

some escape room experience

that Caleb roped us into,

then there would be rules

to go by, right?

Okay, then a simulation then,

like, what Gano makes.

His company wants yours,

so he somehow

devises this whole,

like, illusion experience.

-Come on, Quinn--

-What? What?

The potential sale

of your company,

-Caleb doing a 180. What?

-Wait, look.

Another cross.

You wanted

a rule, right?

That weird ass cross was back

at the cabin and now it's here.

It's a-- it's a compass.

Well, if it's a compass,

it's going in the same direction

as the footprints.

You smell smoke?

-Get into the grass.

-Okay.

Go with me,

but stay out of sight.

If you're right

and he's bad news,

then you stay hidden, okay?

Okay.

-Promise.

-I will.

Hello?

Is someone out there?

We're looking for help.

And we're--

we're wondering

if you could help us get found.

Oh!

Oh, Quincy! Quincy!

It's fresh and cooked.

Quinn.

Um, look, uh, we--

we don't mean any harm.

We're just looking for help.

You just come in here

and eat a man's food?

Ask him. Ask him.

He says, "You just come here

and eat a man's food?"

-We're hungry.

-Everyone's f*cking hungry.

Everyone's hungry.

Um, please, just--

just let my wife go.

I think you should turn around.

Tell him.

He wants--

He wants you to turn around.

What?

Turn a-- around.

Sit, like a good boy.

Sit, like a good boy.

Do not move.

Do not move.

A good boy.

Caleb said

this place made him good.

A good man

would not leave his wife.

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Oh, my God!

Congratulations.

You are not a cock.

He says, "Congratulations.

You are not a cock."

You'd be

surprised how many fail that.

You'd be surprised

how many fail that.

Fail what?

First test.

First test.

Stop using my wife!

Be a man, take your mask off

and talk to me.

Oh.

You know,

so many guys these days,

they just sit out there

for days, cowering...

and forget their wives.

Forget their promise.

Forget that they're men.

But you, you just step

right into the fire.

So-- so many?

So many guys?

You-- There's others.

And you-- you-- you do this?

Yes, I do this.

We-- we thought this was a game.

-Out here in the woods?

-Yeah. Or-- or simulation.

Well, nothing

simulated out here.

All real acts.

Real sex, real m*rder.

- I have money.

- I have your wife.

Seems our holdings

aren't comparable.

You want some tea?

-What?

-Tea.

Break bread, boy.

-Help him.

-Just take the tea.

Take the tea. It's fine. I--

What are you doing?

-These are ours.

-What do you mean?

What the--

- Hmm.

- f*ck! f*cking--

f*cking took me out of context.

There we go.

Um, thank you.

Where are we?

In the forest.

Forest of Elijah...

and Hagar...

Ishmael and Moses.

And who are you?

Well, I'm just a m*therf*cker.

Formerly in finance.

Legal piracy, but...

made a good life doing it.

Now I'm just a hunter.

Old tech.

-Input w*apon, output meat.

-What do you hunt?

I weed out

the stragglers for him.

Him? Who?

And you, you drink your tea

and we see if you can

get out of the forest.

Right.

Out the darkness,

if you can get to the light.

- There's your game.

- We're good people.

We're not. But you might be.

Just gotta sacrifice.

Joba?

Welcome to the kingdom.

Joba?

Joba.

Come.

One day the angels came

to present themselves

before the Lord...

and Satan also came with them.

Quinn?

Quincy?

What the f*ck?

No, no, no.

Quincy!

What the f*ck is this?

Roses and lilacs.

Roses and lilacs.

And earthworms and rabbits.

And earthworms, and rabbits.

I know this.

"I will bury you alive."

Help, help, help.

- Please, help.

- Caleb!

Caleb. Caleb.

Caleb. What-- what--

What are you doing here?

Uh, I don't know, frankly.

Wait, no,

maybe you've been following me?

What? No. No.

I was eating a filet.

A filet?

Steak. At home, uh...

Stan knows there's something

I'm not telling him.

So he's plying me with meat.

Uh, we had wine and then...

the room spun

and it went dark and...

-You f*cking invited us here!

-I know!

-What? To be k*lled?

-No.

-A pilgrimage, you said.

-It is a pilgrimage.

And now

it's your f*cking pilgrimage.

I'm gonna k*ll--

I'll f*cking k*ll you.

Yeah.

Just like back in school.

I remember.

And my mail, Caleb.

My mail.

They took all of our money.

Our companies are cratering.

They-- they have

my f*cking school desk.

Huh.

-Uh-huh.

-They took Quincy.

She's pregnant.

Do you know that?

No.

They have all of our sh*t.

They know everything. They--

Uh-huh.

Whoever has me out here,

Gano, or--

I never blamed you,

you know.

Your brain was always in that

jock-y, prep school,

pre-evolved mode.

And I was pushy.

This is why you sent me here.

I didn't send you here.

You sent you here.

Then how did you get out?

By giving you up.

So it's a pyramid scheme.

Oh, no. It's just...

it's just survival.

I had to give up

what I held most dear.

My family

are as good as strangers.

I've never had

a meaningful relationship.

So...

I gave up the person

I love most in the world.

My friend.

My best friend.

But where's Quincy?

I don't know.

But I can help you find her.

f*ck!

I bet Stan

is the reason I'm here.

Wait, I thought

you did this alone.

No, I was with Pedro.

Who the f*ck is Pedro?

He's hot and dead.

They got him.

Why the f*ck am I back here?

I did all the steps.

Repent, submit,

accept, sacrifice.

Wait, wait, wait. What is that?

What is that-- that list?

What is that list you just said?

Repent all of your sins

of the past.

Submit to what

is basest inside you.

Accept all the wickedness

you have yet to acknowledge.

Wait, what is it

that I have yet to accept?

Wait, and then what?

And then what?

And then

after you've done all of that...

you sacrifice.

And that's how you got out?

Yeah. Well, the first time.

So this is repent.

Yeah.

And I'm waiting.

I'm sorry.

Too easy.

The women never eat.

Always leave me to start.

Come on.

-Farm fresh.

-Hmm.

What farm is that?

It's a little spot

up the way I built for some...

ladies.

Lucky ladies.

Hmm. You're the luckiest

right now.

What makes me so special?

You're the first woman

out here carrying.

With child.

-A second soul.

-Mmm.

That gives you a special power.

-How did you know that?

-I smell it.

Nausea you're trying

to hide from me.

It's not good

to lie to your man.

Is that what you are to me now?

Oh, yeah. A drinker.

Okay.

You'll enjoy this.

I made it myself.

You know what?

I don't buy

into any of your bullshit.

I know.

-And that's a shame.

-Hmm.

'Cause if you think me

and this place are bullshit...

you'll never see

that we're your only way back.

-Back to what?

-Good old life.

Make your way to the altar...

and all will come back.

-My old life?

-Stone on the hill.

Sacrifice all.

But...

not before you submit.

-Submit?

-Submit...

and all will be given.

He loves bravery.

People talk

about the meek, but...

bravery.

Bravery is real.

Out here,

bad people become good.

Good people become martyrs.

And-- and we're good.

Oh, Jesus.

Have you met yourself?

Hmm?

It's a marvel.

You just wipe it from your mind.

All those little villages,

your family craters

for the-- what is it?

Tanzanite.

You ship that off

to Joba's people,

so they can put it in their

very important wrist watches.

"What time is it? Oh, oh, good."

Watches that are, uh, assembled

by tiny brown hands, of course.

And all the poisonings

and the class action suits.

Well, you'll get

that all settled...

but otherwise, you're good.

Better than most.

Right?

There we go.

Come on.

The little wine

won't hurt the baby.

And all those little kids

you like to send up here

and their expeditions

to the country...

it changed their lives forever?

That's your penance?

I don't know.

Well, now it's you

out here in the country.

You think this trip

will change your life, Quincy?

Let's see.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where are we going?

-I'm gonna go find my husband.

-Ah.

You run, you're dead.

You understand that?

You just said

sacrifice gets us out of here.

I say a lot of sh*t.

Look, this is not

Brooklyn, love.

Things are...

historical here.

Women respect their men.

Obedience, loyalty.

That's what's valued.

Or people die.

So what are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

There we go.

Take care of yourself.

Look at you eat up!

Oh, my, my, my,

getting down to the bone.

Look at you.

Hmm.

-Okay.

-Better?

Yeah.

You know, you're right.

You're right.

Lie down.

Uh, we don't do that out here.

I said, lie down.

I wanna show you something.

All the way down.

Whoa, whoa.

Mm-hmm.

Oh. Mm-mm.

Now, that is not nice.

I think a real man...

can handle a little pain,

don't you?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Jesus!

What was that?

The Woodsman got someone.

Who?

Screams like that,

always The Woodsman.

You mean the man with the axe?

He was with Quincy.

He took Quincy from me.

He took Quincy. He--

This might be

a good time to repent.

I will forgive their sins

and remember them no more.

If we confess our sins...

he will be faithful and just.

I've loved you

since I was five years old.

You're the first boy

I ever kissed.

You're the first boy

I was ever in love with.

When I came out,

I only came out to you.

And then when

you fell in love with Quincy,

I left you the f*ck alone!

I sacrificed,

so now you must repent.

Quincy's my wife.

Vengeance is the Lord's.

Vengeance is the Lord's.

When you steal it,

you are stealing from him.

Come on!

You see? I-- I got nothing.

Okay?

Whoever you are,

wherever you are...

I'm alone!

You understand me?

You win!

Why did I not perish at birth...

and die as I came from the womb?

Why were there knees

to receive me

and breasts

that I might be nursed?

For now, I would be

lying down in peace.

I would be asleep...

and I'd rest.

Hey!

Hey!

- What's wrong?

- She's being dramatic.

No, she's seen something.

Is he here? Was it he who--

Hi.

I'm, uh...

I'm Joba.

Joba who?

Joba, um...

Actually, I forget

my whole name right now.

-But, uh, you have food?

-He didn't k*ll you?

-Who?

-The man with the axe.

No. He took my wife.

He k*lled my wife.

He didn't k*ll me, obviously.

-He should have--

-He let you live?

He didn't let me anything.

He drugged me and I escaped.

-And now I--

-What else? What else?

This man, he made it this far.

-He made it here alive.

-I just need food.

You may go.

This is the widows' lunch.

Widows?

All of our husbands d*ed...

sometime in the middle stages

out there.

So we're here now.

Stuck, I guess,

waiting for a good man.

But you're the first widower.

Widower. My God.

No, not God.

He only comes

if a good man makes it out.

Out from what?

The woods, Joba What's-His-Name.

Are you...

a good man?

What do you care?

Well, if a good man comes,

then God will judge us,

set us free.

The Woodsman told you this?

The Woodsman is everything.

- He k*lled your husbands.

- Some of them.

We're not sure which.

Some d*ed

before he could get to them.

He made up this crazy sh*t

and you believe him?

Faith...

is not simple.

We have to preserve some hope.

-Without hope we're just--

-Hope? Hope?

You-- The people

you love are dead.

You live

on a f*cking dead ass farm.

You...

I lived. I had...

things, I had friends.

I had Brooklyn. I had a wife.

We were going to have a...

child, we...

No one makes it this far.

We don't cry about what we had,

or who we were,

or dear old Brooklyn.

-Or Marin.

-Or Seattle.

We accept where we are.

What makes you

so f*cking special?

Sonia!

Well, how am I supposed to feel?

You sweep in here on the one day

that we raise

our voices to The Woodsman,

admitting, accepting

the weaknesses of our husbands.

How did you even survive?

- Wait. Accepting, you said?

- I did.

So that's this stage then?

Acceptance, that-- that's here?

Answer me.

Why you, not them?

I k*lled my best friend.

Maybe that's why.

But I lost my wife.

Maybe I'll k*ll all of you.

Let's make our friend a plate.

Is it okay?

Hmm. Yes. Yeah.

You're so welcome.

I need to

talk to you about --

What do you do, Joba?

- Hmm?

- Your family?

Um, we, um, run a watch company.

-Wristwatches.

-Oh. Mm-hmm.

Does that mean something?

Everything means something.

Don't speak in riddles, please.

My husband's company,

uh, was a phone company.

-Which?

-Bell Atlantic. Hear of it?

-Mine ran Coda.

-Mine was General Motors.

Wanna get in the backseat?

- Anna!

- Wait, so...

people are picked?

Picked?

Well, yeah, um...

watches, telephones,

cameras, cars.

It's all old money, right?

It's legacy industries. It--

So whoever's...

Oh, my God, of course.

f*cking hell, of course.

Whoever is behind this,

someone is teaching us a lesson.

The 1%, right?

They-- they-- they've bled

the lower and middle class

for years.

And now it is our turn. Right?

It's the final act

of a digital revolution.

It-- all of this

makes sense now!

I didn't k*ll Caleb.

Q-- Quin--

Quincy is alive and-- and--

Everyone's f*cking

dead, assh*le.

Everyone. Learn to live with it.

God and The Woodsman are

the only things that are real.

Are you a good man?

Why are you asking me?

I'm talking

about real acceptance.

The worst...

of you.

Don't be shy.

Either way, it's kinda hot.

If you're God's chosen,

who can resist that?

Or if you're just some bad boy,

making God look like a schmuck,

we're down with that, too.

Joba,

are you a good man?

I don't know.

I'm a man...

heir to this company,

but also just the...

son of a father.

An only child.

My dad had inherited

the operation.

And, um,

you know, with it,

he was away for work a lot.

Um, Milan, Geneva,

Glashutte, wherever.

For a lot of the time

growing up, it was just me,

my mom, and the various

people we employed.

I had friends, um.

But...

when night would come and...

...they would all retreat

to the messy chaos

of their homes and siblings.

I would always feel a lack

creep in, a sense

of something missing.

Got to the point

where my mom knew this.

And when I turned 11,

she got me a dog.

A sweet poodle mix thing.

Rufus.

Um, no, I knew I was gonna

take over the company

since I could

remember anything...

which, probably

why I never showed any pull

to make any real

effort at school.

Find my thing.

Uh, my behavior was entitled.

Shitty.

I was hiding.

Experimenting.

This disappointed my dad,

of course.

Shame of me just coated him.

It got to the point

where on his little brief stints

at home with us this time,

I would look forward to

and treasure more than anything.

He would start showing

more attention,

more-- more...

affection, even to the dog

than to me.

I mean, the dog was simple,

pure, and obedient,

where I just--

I wasn't measuring up.

Um, one night,

uh, the phone rang.

My dad had arrived at JFK,

he-- earlier than expected,

so he said that he'd be in--

home in time for dinner.

And earlier that afternoon,

I had come home

with another sh*t report card.

A thr*at of expulsion.

And I begged my mom

not to tell my dad,

but she insisted

that it was his right to know.

And so I panicked.

I, um, I picked up Rufus.

He was a small dog.

And, you know,

my mom was downstairs

so she couldn't hear

anything on the top floor.

I--

I grabbed one of those, um...

those nylon nap sacks that--

the kind you get at--

at summer camp with the--

with the draw strings.

And I had to set out

some food for Rufus.

He dug in and...

while he was eating, I--

I got behind him.

I put the bag

over his head and, um...

I yanked the string's top.

And I, uh...

I just held.

After, I had, um...

you know,

put some chocolate nearby,

and staged it like...

Rufus got in there, poisoned

himself, you know.

And, uh...

my dad was crushed.

He was furious.

Obviously, he's furious

of my carelessness, furious.

But...

his sadness at losing Rufus...

was greater

than his anger at me.

So it made it worth it.

So, no.

I'm not a good man.

And I wasn't a good boy either.

f*ck!

Quincy?

Quincy. Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

How did you find this place?

I heard the singing

and I just-- just ran.

Where-- where is he?

He's dead.

Dead?

What?

-But how?

-By me. What do you mean how?

-This is blood everywhere.

-What have you done?

You k*lled The Woodsman?

Yeah, I did.

Have-- have you been here

this whole time?

Oh no. Oh no.

Oh.

-Whore!

-What are you talking about?

- You're free.

- Whore!

No, no, no, no.

This is so much worse.

Whore!

Call me a whore

one more f*cking time!

No, no, no, no, no.

She k*lled your captor.

But now we have

to answer to God.

-Hey.

-What?

-Give me your hand. In here.

-What?

I feel it.

God is here.

I know that now.

Who are you?

Hey! Who are you?

How did you get here?

Where are your parents?

Don't you see?

See what?

It's our son.

It's Daniel.

He can't live here.

No. We-- we-- we--

we would do our best.

But it wouldn't

be enough.

I mean, he'd just

have to run like us.

So you're saying...

Give him up.

Sacrifice.

What do you think he'd be like?

Quincy,

the boy we saw, if he grew up...

what do you think he'd be like?

Think he'd be cursed.

What do you want?

Not to go up there.

You wanna run?

Yes.

Hide forever?

I wanna be a family. I want--

What?

I want to--

I wanna have a son. I--

I wanna...

revel in his favorite blanket.

I wanna think about

how the worst thing

that could happen

is me and you dying and--

and I wanna

drop him off at school

and realize I'm wrong.

The worst thing

that could happen is him dying.

I wanna feel

that new bottom of fear.

I-I want to show him

ice cream and mountain tops,

you know.

Shame and-- and joy.

And, uh, I want--

Something that's already gone.

I want a boy who has friends.

Who laughs

and plays baseball or--

or codes computers.

I want him to eat too much

and have crushes,

heartbreak, love.

I want him to walk free.

And I want him

to be somewhere real.

The woods are real.

Mm-mm.

They have to be.

The woods are us.

Only us.

This is the place.

What if we're wrong?

We just try again.

So I'm just going to--

Yeah.

-How many times--

-I think you'll just know.

-Okay.

-Mm-hmm.

-I love you.

-I love you.

Stop!

-Looks great.

-Thank you.

Almost ready.

You ready?

-I'm ready.

-Okay.

Let's go.

There he is.

Okay.

Okay.

Then Job answered

the Lord and said,

"I know that you can do anything

and that no thought

can be hidden from you.

Surely I have spoken things

I did not understand.

Things too wonderful

for me to know.

My ears have heard of you,

but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes."

Happy birthday, Daniel.

My ears had heard of you...

but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes.

My ears have heard of you,

but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes.

My ears have heard of you,

but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes.

My ears have heard of you,

but now my eyes have seen you.

Therefore, I despise myself

and repent in dust and ashes.
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