Forest Hills, The (2023)

[bunniefuu]

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(lamp creaking)

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(skeleton groaning)

(thunder rumbling)

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- [Mama] Rico, Emily,

get in the damn car now!

Now!

(tense music)

(Mama screaming)

(group chanting)

- [Reporter] Ulster County

is looking at its biggest dip

in nearly nine years

as unemployment reaches 7%.

Romero news time, 11:33.

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(Mama coughing)

- The results are

conclusive, Ms. Sanchez.

It's stage 4 lung cancer

in your lymph nodes

and your liver.

Your case is terminal.

- Well, ain't that

something? (laughs)

Ain't that something?

Ain't it a b*tch?

- I think right now we

should start talking

about making you as

comfortable as possible,

make sure your

quality of life is

as good as it can be.

- I guess Rico's gonna

have to get me a casket.

No, but he won't do that.

He's broke. He's broke.

How's he gonna get me a casket?

He and I, we're not

on the best of terms.

- I know it's a difficult time,

and I'm sure it's very hard

not speaking with your son.

But we do have a social

worker and a patient navigator

who can help walk you

through the next steps.

- I don't need that sh*t.

- I would love to introduce you,

so you can start feeling better

about these next moments.

- I'd rather just,

you know, wing it.

(Mama laughing and coughing)

- Dr. Gonzalez spoke

with your mom, Rico.

- And?

- It would be best

if you talked to her.

- Now why would I

want to talk to Mama?

- She has cancer, Rico.

(solemn music)

- [Rico] Cancer, huh?

- That's what the doctor said.

- [Rico] Lung cancer?

- And?

- You couldn't catch me

dead smoking that sh*t.

- I'm dying and I don't care.

I do miss your

dad, very much so.

- The belt?

The back of his f*cking hand,

slapping the sh*t outta me?

- He was a good man.

- Yeah, hardly.

- Hardly?

Step over here and you'll get

what's coming to you, boy.

- Boy?

You know, mama, maybe one day,

you'll have what's

coming to you real soon,

maybe sooner than

when you expect.

One of these days,

you might just turn your back

and find that b*stard's

ghost right behind you

to knock your a*s down

the basement stairs.

Or maybe it'll just be me.

- Don't you talk

like that to me.

- You have gotta stop

with my head, mama.

Don't f*ck with me like that.

- You're a f*cking idiot, Rico.

- Don't f*ck with me, mama.

Don't you f*ck with me!

(eerie music)

(contemplative music)

- I'm sure you're aware,

those paintings

you did, they suck.

- Abstract art, Rico.

Look it up.

- Right.

- The doctor said

it's good therapy.

- Yeah?

Therapy for an old

woman dying of cancer.

What's the point, anyway?

- What's the point,

anyway. Right.

- Exactly.

- Is it time for

my medicine yet?

(ominous music)

(hands clapping)

- And the mother of

the year award goes to,

- It's dog.

- Mama, you're not

making any sense

with what you're saying.

Just yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

That's all you do.

(Mama coughing)

Look at you.

- Do you remember I locked you

and your sister in the car?

- [Rico] Mental health,

anti-social,

(Mama screaming)

psychopathic, narcissistic,

paranoid personality disorder,

all traits of serial K*llers,

my deterioration

was a slow burn,

undetected and unseen.

- Rico, what did you do to me?

God, god.

Rico!

What did you do to me?

Rico!

Rico, what did you do to me?

Stop!

- [Rico] Many are

aware of what is known

in today's modern

culture as the werewolf.

Most believe it's

just a fantasy.

But I know it's more

than just a fantasy.

I know what I've seen.

The horror, the

terror, the macabre,

and knowing the truth

has forever changed me.

(dramatic music)

- Rico, you ready for today's

group session, brother?

- Yeah. I'll be okay.

- Yo, last week,

you went off the rails

with that UFO sh*t.

You know, it's always fun.

I'm not judging or anything.

- Yeah, people make fun

of things they just

don't understand.

- Now, grays are an

interesting topic,

but you know, it's

not for everyone.

- Hey, I'm off

that sh*t already.

It's old news.

I've got something

more important to say.

Something local, bigger.

- Oh yeah? What's that?

- Werewolves.

Now, you all have

to be very careful

of the beasts out here.

Okay?

I'm not gonna tell you

what kind they are,

'cause every single

time I tell the locals,

they all just laugh at me

like I'm some sort of a clown.

And I know I'm not crazy.

So just be careful

of these woods.

Promise me.

This is not something

to be taken lightly.

Look, I used to go out

all the time, blogging,

talking to my fans,

talking about living

life to its potential.

I didn't know the

truth, but now I do.

Just be very wary of the unseen.

- Rico.

I'm Vernon.

Hey, let me give you my number.

Maybe I can be of help sometime.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- Thanks.

Good to meet you.

- How the hell did that work?

- [Rico] I used to be happy.

But that happiness

has since died.

(water splashing)

- [Angela] I don't hear

from you for two weeks,

and then you show up

last night, unannounced.

- I'm not going.

- Yeah, you're going.

- No, I'm not,

'cause my job is not done yet.

- Get the f*ck outta

my restaurant now.

Now.

- I'm not done yet.

I'm gonna finish.

- You're done, Rico.

(tense music)

(footsteps crunching)

(phone ringing)

- Rico?

I need you to answer

when I call. Okay?

Rico, god damn it.

Where the f*ck are you?

- f*cking farmhouse!

- I'm sending

someone to see you.

- No, no, no.

Absolutely not. No, no!

(eerie music)

(recorder clicking)

There's a deep, primal,

animalistic, non-human

instinct only I can feel.

The wolf wanting to

get out and draw blood.

(Rico screaming)

I need to see bloodshed.

(eerie music)

I call upon the power of

the moon to transform me.

I give myself to the wild

and embrace my new form.

Give me a sign!

(heavy metal music)

(Rico panting)

(Rico grunting)

(heavy metal music)

(tense music)

(Rico breathing)

No, no, no.

- Rico?

You should have died in the

car with Emily that day.

That was the plan.

You shouldn't be alive now.

- Shut up.

- You should have died that day,

but you didn't.

You wanna m*rder me?

Well, do it.

m*rder me in the woods

where you know you belong.

(Rico screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Rico breathing)

(hands slapping)

- Vern? It's Rico.

I hear you have, you know,

things that I can use

for like k*lling,

you know, like an animal.

- What kind of animal?

- A werewolf?

- (chuckles) Funny

you should say that.

- Really? Why?

- I hunt them all the

f*cking time myself.

- You do?

- Oh yeah. I got a

barn on my property.

Go in, take what you need.

To k*ll a werewolf,

you need to be prepared.

Sharp weapons are good.

I got this g*n too.

Take that and whatever

else you need,

then wait for the nightfall,

and you'll be prepared.

(g*ns clicking)

Cow meat drives

werewolves crazy.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

You break it up and you

sprinkle it around like so.

Now doing so will attract

a werewolf or werewolves.

Now, we have other

ways to prepare also.

- How?

(trap clinking)

(r*fle clinking)

- Looks like you're ready to go.

Listen, Rico, I'm gonna head

out before it gets too dark.

Just call me if you need me.

Adios, chocha.

(r*fle clicking)

(dramatic music)

- [Andy] Rico, it's Andy.

Some of us are worried about

you. We haven't seen you.

Listen, I'm gonna stop by soon

with some beers and we can talk.

(eerie music)

- [Andy] I'm bringing

the wolf, Rico.

- Yo, Rico? Are you around?

(r*fle clicking)

Hey, I got some beers for us.

- He came with you, didn't he?

- What?

- Where is he?

- Rico, put the

f*cking g*n down.

- Big, bad wolf.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

(birds chirping)

Oh f*ck.

(tense music)

(Rico panting)

(hammer clicking)

Come and get it, m*therf*cker.

(r*fle clicking)

I dare you to come out!

I know you're out there!

Come out, come out

wherever you are

You are not in my head!

Come on, m*therf*cker.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

Come out or else!

I'm gonna huff

and puff and blow your a*s in.

Where are you?

I'm waiting for ya!

(r*fle clicking)

Scaredy cat, scaredy cat.

I'm ready for you, m*therf*cker!

(Rico howling)

(dramatic music)

(r*fle clicking)

f*ck!

(dramatic music)

A wolf!

There's a wolf coming!

He's f*cking huge!

There's a mad a*s wolf.

(phone ringing)

- [Vern] Hello?

- Yeah, Vern, we have a problem.

Vern, those weapons you gave me,

that's not gonna work for me.

I couldn't get the wolf.

- Well, try this then.

It works for me all the time.

- You use this?

- Yeah, yeah. Works good.

(g*nsh*t blasting)

- Oh sh*t.

(g*n clicking)

I guess it does.

(eerie music)

(Rico panting)

(door thudding)

Em, you gotta send

somebody over here quick.

I'm f*cking seeing things.

- Calm down.

Breathe, okay?

- Hurry.

- [Emily] Breathe.

I'm here for you.

- Hurry.

- [Emily] I'm here

for you. Okay?

(tense music)

I need to get help for

my brother immediately.

- Emily, the earliest I can

get someone there

is tomorrow morning.

- Please, even

sooner if you can.

- All right, let me see.

I understand he was seen

twice by two of our workers

in the last six months.

In my notes here, it states

that he'd seen them once.

There were no repeat visits.

The cancellations

were on his end.

- That sounds like

my brother all right.

- Looks like he was seen

by Minnie and Ellie.

- He hated them.

I remember that.

Didn't like how old they were.

- All right, what if we

try a different approach?

I have this new girl.

She's young, and

that might help.

Her name is Amy.

I can send her there

tomorrow morning.

- Don't you have anything

sooner, like tonight?

- I don't. I really don't.

I'm so sorry.

- Tomorrow's fine then.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

- Best I can do.

- Okay.

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

(Rico screaming)

- Let me out!

Let me out!

(creature groaning)

(door knocking)

- Mr. Sanchez?

(door knocking)

Mr. Sanchez?

Tell me, how are you feeling

right now in this moment?

- Well, I feel off,

like my brain is scattered.

- You were prescribed

something before.

I assume that you

discontinued using it?

- Well, I didn't like

the way it made me feel.

- Well, what we can do is

prescribe another medication,

one that may make

you feel better,

perhaps with fewer

potential side effects

if that was your concern.

- I just need you to

prescribe me something.

I don't care what it

is, just anything.

- We will get you help. Okay?

(slow music)

- Easy does it.

Now!

(knife clanging)

So now the next step is,

you chuck it into the woods

and all your sins

will be cleansed.

(Rico howling)

(leaves rustling)

An offering.

(group chanting)

(Rico panting)

Arnie!

Maybe you should

take the medication.

I don't know. Maybe?

I don't know if

it's good for me.

You should take it. I

think it's good for you.

I don't want to take it.

Well, why don't you

want to take it?

Are you afraid?

I'm not afraid of anything.

I don't like change.

But change is good.

I don't like change.

Change could be good. Maybe?

So if change could be good,

then take the medication.

It'll make you feel better.

I don't know.

Take the medication.

Okay, fine. Fine, I'll take it.

I'll take it. Just

leave me alone.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(Emily screaming)

(Rico shouting)

- Die!

Die! Die!

Die!

(Emily screaming)

(Emily breathing)

- [Amy] How have

you been feeling

since you've been taking

your new medication?

- Better.

- [Amy] You sound better.

- I am.

- That's good.

Have you spoken to

your sister at all?

- No.

- Do you think you should?

I'm sure she would

appreciate that.

- I think you're right.

I'll do that.

- Well, that's good. I'm

happy to hear that, Rico.

I hope you have a good

rest of your day. Okay?

We'll talk soon.

Bye now.

(contemplative music)

(fists thudding)

(Emily grunting)

(contemplative music)

(tape ripping)

- Although I feel a lot better

after I've taken my medication,

I still feel fear.

Terror.

I need to find this m*therf*cker

before he finds me.

He keeps on popping

up in my nightmares.

And I need to put an end to this

and confront the beast tonight.

(eerie music)

Big, bad wolf.

(Rico howling)

Come out, come out

wherever you are.

I'm not scared of you.

(eerie music)

(Rico breathing)

(piano playing)

(Rico grunts)

(piano playing)

(Rico breathing)

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

- Who's this?

Rico?

Yo.

- Billy, I need to see you, man.

Come over please?

I'm at my sister's

farmhouse, man.

- I don't know

where that is, bro.

- It's on Boggs Lane.

The f*cking farmhouse,

it's green. It's huge.

You can't miss it!

- [Billy] I'm on my way. Okay?

I'll be right there.

- Yeah. Get your a*s

over here right now.

- I gotta go over there.

- [Sadie] Should I go too?

- Well actually, f*ck it.

How about you go over there,

I guess, about an hour. Okay?

- That's fine. As long as

he wines and dines me, hun.

(lips smacking)

- All right,

sweetheart. You be good.

(Billy breathing)

(footsteps crunching)

(dramatic music)

Rico?

f*ck, dude.

(Rico crying)

- Oh, man.

- You okay?

- No.

I don't know, man. I'm

f*cking seeing things.

But you can't help me.

- What you need to do,

man, is calm the f*ck down.

What if I told you Sadie's

coming over, m*therf*cker?

She's gonna f*ck

your brains out.

How's that for some

stress relief? Huh?

- You serious?

- Serious as a heart attack.

- And I don't have

to dine the b*tch?

- Well, you have to do that.

- f*ck.

- But you know what?

You know what?

What you need to do right

now is focus on this, man.

- On what?

- This,

life.

You know, nature.

The trees,

the earth, man.

Just breathe like this. Watch.

(Billy inhales)

(Billy exhales)

I've always wanted to do this.

But my dad, he never let

us do sh*t like this.

Here, grab one, man.

Let's celebrate.

- Celebrate what?

- Friendship,

in the weirdest of places.

- That's fine.

I'm not hungry anyway.

- What, man?

Come on, Rico. Spit it out, man.

You can talk to me.

- I just can't shake that

sh*t that I saw, man,

that werewolf.

I'm going crazy.

Am I?

- You're not crazy, Rico.

You're just stressed.

- I just think

that, at any moment,

the terror can strike.

- Well, you know what I'll

do if I see that werewolf?

Huh?

I'll just grab a shotgun,

(tense music)

aim right down the barrel,

and then,

bam!

Blow that m*therf*cker

right away.

That's all you need

to deal with terror,

a 12 gauge shotgun

and a Billy by your side.

(fire crackling)

(Billy sighs)

- Billy?

Billy?

Billy!

Billy.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

No.

(Billy and Rico groaning)

(Rico panting)

(tense music)

- Amy, it's Rico.

I really need someone

to talk to right now.

- How have you been feeling?

- I'm screwed up.

I'm really screwed up.

- Have you been taking

your medication?

- No.

- Taking your medication

is very important.

- Look, I'm just having

a really bad day.

I'm messed up.

I'm telling you, I'm messed up.

- My suggestion to you would be

to go back on your medication

and see how it makes you feel.

- Okay, fine.

I'll do it.

Fine.

I'll be okay.

- So, about Rico,

you know I appreciate you

trying to make it work with him.

At this point, I'm just

trying to figure out

what else I can do to help him.

- He was just doing

the bare minimum,

and we cannot have that.

Having a good attitude was

also something he also lacked,

like really lacked.

- Sometimes I feel

he's a waste of space,

as f*cked up as that sounds.

(dramatic music)

- Not bad, Rico.

Not bad at all.

So this is where you live now?

- Yeah.

- Good for you,

Rico. Impressive.

(spatula clanking)

Oh, thank you.

(Sadie moaning)

- Look, Sadie, I

think it's bullshit

that you want to eat my food.

Wine and dine, that's fine.

But hurry the f*ck up already.

f*ck.

Sadie, I wanna f*ck already.

- No.

- No?

- Just relax.

- Relax?

Yeah, what the f*ck

are you laughing at?

This is a joke to

you? Am I funny?

- Rico, you're making me laugh.

- Whatever.

I'll be back.

- Where are you going?

- Bathroom.

(dramatic music)

- If there's one thing men

need to learn, it's patience.

A woman's touch

speaks volumes, Rico.

You can't just

expect instant sex.

I'm a lady,

and I refuse to be rushed.

- That feels so f*cking good.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- [Sadie] What

about it feels good?

- Oh, just to be touched.

It's been so f*cking long.

(eerie music)

- What about a massage?

- Oh my god.

- You like it?

- Oh, yes.

(eerie music)

- [Emily] How you feeling, Rico?

- I'm okay.

- Listen, I'm gonna have to

come up and see you soon.

- No. No, no, no, no, no.

You're not.

- Rico?

- Look, I'm taking care of

your farmhouse just fine. Okay?

- You took the key and

made a f*cking copy.

I didn't even know

you had a key.

- Em, you are not coming here.

- Rico, this isn't a debate.

- I told you not

to come here, Em.

Trust me, you do

not wanna come here.

God!

Damn it. (groans)

- He's too sick, Lou.

He should never have been

released from the hospital.

But Rico knew how

to play the game.

He knows how to play the system.

He used to fool us,

but I caught on.

- What was he in

the hospital for?

(children screaming)

- [Emily] Rico attempted

to kidnap two kids.

(children screaming)

- Sit.

Stay!

Now, watch me transform.

(Rico groaning)

(dog panting)

- [Emily] When the

authorities arrived,

they found him on all fours,

playing in the woods,

acting like a wolf.

(Rico howling)

(handcuffs clicking)

The father pressed charges

for attempted kidnapping.

- Seconds, that's

all it took, seconds,

long enough for me

to take my eyes off

of my kids by the lake,

so that that vile, demented,

pervert could run

off with my kids.

And you know what?

Damn it, if I didn't run

into the woods and find them,

he would've violated them.

- I am not okay.

Please, I am begging the

court, for God's sake,

just have mercy on

me and how sick I am.

- He took something

that wasn't his,

and he has to pay for it.

- I don't remember anything

about taking no kids

in no woods. (laughing)

Those are all lies.

Rumors. (laughing)

I'm just so sick,

of everything.

- Mr. Sanchez, the jury

has found you guilty

of the charge of

attempted kidnapping.

I hereby sentence you

to one year in the New

York State prison system.

Court is adjourned.

(gavel banging)

- His court appointed attorneys

made him plead insanity.

He was sentenced to a year,

but got off after three months

for what they called

excellent behavior.

- You've never told

me any of this.

- It's just the tip

of the iceberg, Lou.

You have no idea what

Rico's capable of.

(somber music)

(Rico grunts)

(water trickling)

(Rico screaming)

- No, no, no.

(Rico groaning)

(Rico screaming)

No! No!

No! No, no, no, no!

- I never told you the whole

story about my brother.

Rico was in a horrible, horrible

accident a few years ago.

You're gonna be okay, Rico.

You were in an accident.

What the f*ck were you doing

out in the woods by yourself?

Huh?

You could have died,

you f*cking moron.

Don't you know you're

all I have left?

Promise me we'll

stick together, Rico.

We have to stick

together. Promise me!

Do you care?

Just look at me.

Look at me!

Look at me, you m*therf*cker.

Look at me!

And I was the one that

had to take care of Rico.

Rico's head trauma

spurred an idea,

a small outdoor nature retreat

for victims of head trauma.

- I don't remember slipping

or hitting my head.

All I can remember is,

suddenly, my music wasn't

playing in my ears,

and I was looking up at the sky.

- One of these bricks

was a little loose.

So she pushes it,

and the thing goes, ska-boink,

and hits me right in the head,

knocks me right out.

And now you know the reason

why it took me three years

to get through first grade.

I mean, three years.

- When I was four years old,

the tailgate on my dad's

truck came crashing down on me

because the weight was

too much for me to handle.

I'll never forget

that pain I've carried

with me my entire life

since that incident.

- My dad was an as*h*le.

He beat the sh*t outta me

and hit my head too hard.

And now I get blackouts.

- Happy you're

doing better, Rico.

Rico?

- What?

- I'm just saying, I'm

happy you're feeling better.

The day in the hospital

that I came to see you,

I asked you to promise me.

I told you we had

to stick together.

You didn't even say anything.

You just stared

off into the sky.

- You know, I'm just,

I'm just, I'm so f*cking done.

I'm done. I'm ready

to just, just go.

- You're not going anywhere.

(bag jostling)

(zipper zipping)

- What?

I know what this is,

the silent treatment, isn't it?

- You just need more time and,

- More time for what?

So I can feel like

I'm trapped in here

and a burden to you?

You are not gonna

f*cking control my life.

- I'm not trying to

control your life.

Rico!

- I'm outta here.

I'm out!

- Rico?

Rico had always been

impressionable to a degree.

But I can see that his head

trauma made it much worse.

- The inner wolf is

ready to be released

for the one who wishes

to be covered in fur,

(Rico howling)

rip flesh, shed human skin,

the inner wolf is

ready to be released.

For the one who wishes to be

covered in fur, rip flesh,

shed human skin,

the inner wolf is ready to,

(Rico howling)

(eerie music)

- That's when I noticed

the biggest changes,

once he was out of my care.

Rico can't be trusted anymore.

I've gotta get up there.

- Let me go with you.

- No.

- I'll follow you,

and I'll stay behind.

That way, I know you're safe.

- No, Lou!

Rico might be f*cked up,

but he's not a m*rder*r.

I know him.

I'm concerned about

him hurting himself.

Don't worry about me. Okay?

I'll be all right.

- [Mama] Rico,

you're a m*rder*r.

Rico, you're a m*rder*r.

(eerie music)

Rico, you're a m*rder*r.

(phone ringing)

- [Billy] Rico?

- Billy?

- What the f*ck, dude?

Like, what happened

to you yesterday?

You ran off like a chicken

with its head cut off.

- Billy, you need to come over.

- All right, where are you

at? Are you at the farmhouse?

- Yes.

- [Billy] Okay.

Okay. I'm on my way, okay?

- Please hurry.

(Rico crying)

- You know what?

The breathing worked

before, didn't it?

Right?

You know who taught me

about the breathing?

Sadie.

So why don't you just

let everything go?

Just take a deep breath.

(Rico groaning)

What?

- The bathroom.

- sh*t.

(pills clattering)

(tense music)

- Billy!

Billy?

- Sadie.

Did you f*cking k*ll her?

- Are you f*cking kidding me?

- It's a simple

f*cking question, Rico.

Aw, sh*t.

f*cking hands are

all over this sh*t.

f*ck.

(water trickling)

You're gonna have

to get rid of this.

What are you gonna

do about this? Huh?

- Leave her, I guess.

- Are you f*cking crazy?

Dude, you're in deep

f*cking sh*t right now.

Okay?

You need to bury her.

You need to get rid of it, bro.

- I can't do it alone.

(tense music)

- Oh f*ck.

(tense music)

(Billy and Rico grunting)

- That's it. I'm done.

- What?

- [Rico] I'm finished.

Let's go.

- This is your fault, Rico.

- Go ahead, b*tch.

Do that again!

- Pulling a knife on me, b*tch?

(Rico grunting)

Rico.

(Rico grunting)

- Yeah, who's the b*tch now?

(tense music)

(Rico shouting)

- Washing dishes

ain't brain science.

You wash the dishes completely,

the customers don't complain.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. I will

try to do better next time.

- Well, you gotta.

You absolutely gotta do better.

- Okay.

- I mean, to say

I'm disappointed is

an understatement.

- [Rico] Angela?

- Oh, Rico.

- You know what really

is disappointing?

I see you talk down

to yet another one

of our workers.

Now, maybe the problem isn't me

or him or anyone.

Maybe the problem here is you.

Did you know that I

just m*rder*d somebody?

Well, I did.

And I'm not done yet.

Far from done.

- Eddie!

- Whoops. There

goes another one.

Seems like your working stiffs

around here are just

disappearing like bats in hell.

(Angela shouting)

(Angela coughing)

(tense music)

Look at me.

Look at me!

(drawers creaking)

- Rico terrifies me.

No one knows this, but he

abused me at my lowest.

I don't think I can

overcome this fear

of him one day becoming

more violent with me.

(Lou wheezing)

(drawers clattering)

(g*n clicking)

(door thudding)

I'm coming for

you, m*therf*cker.

(bag thudding)

- Rico?

- No. No, no, no.

- What?

- Get the f*ck outta here, Em.

- I want to help you, Rico.

- I don't need your

f*cking help. Okay?

- Rico, I just to help you.

What the f*ck.

(Rico panting)

(eerie music)

(Rico sobbing)

(Rico panting)

- Hey there, stranger.

There's always room for more.

I'm Chris.

- I'm Andy.

- Andy? (laughing)

I would've thought your

name would've been Eduardo.

- You know, you should never

judge a book by its cover.

You ever heard of

that saying before?

- Actually, I think the problem

with today's society is,

everyone's so god damn

politically correct.

- You seen any cabins or

any homes around here?

- There was one I

saw east of here.

But I didn't see any others.

- Thanks anyway.

- No problem,

Eduardo. (laughing)

(water trickling)

- [Rico] We always end up

forgetting who we used to be

at one point or another,

the version of us before

many of us lost reality.

In the back of my mind,

I wish I was the old me,

(solemn music)

the one that would

hike into the woods

and be one with the world.

But then the darkness takes

over, the pain, the horror.

- You're nothing, Rico. Nothing.

- I'm something, Mama.

Don't say that.

- You're a f*cking

m*rder*r, Rico.

- No.

- Rico, you're a m*rder*r.

(leaves rustling)

(woman whimpering)

(woman crying)

(eerie music)

(Rico shouting)

Rico, you're a m*rder*r.

Rico, you're a m*rder*r.

(Rico breathing)

(water trickling)

- Rico!

(tense music)

(engine whirring)

(Lou breathing)

If only I found you, Rico.

You took everything.

I'll f*cking k*ll you.

I'll f*cking k*ll you.

I found you. Emily is dead.

Rico!

If only I found you, Rico.

You took everything.

I'll f*cking k*ll you.

f*cking k*ll you. Emily is dead.

Emily!

(Lou breathing)

(door clicking)

(door thudding)

It's funny finding

you here, Rico.

I read everything

that Emily wrote about you.

I know all about

your safe place,

the place that you

go to run and hide

when you're in trouble.

You're a f*cking m*rder*r!

(tense music)

(Rico and Lou grunting)

(tense music)

(footsteps shuffling)

Rico?

(Lou breathing)

(tense music)

Rico?

(tense music)

(Rico and Lou grunting)

(g*n clattering)

(Rico grunting)

(Lou choking)

- f*ck.

(Lou choking)

(Rico panting)

(eerie music)

(water trickling)

(lock clicking)

(door sliding)

Hello?

- Rico.

The only way you can get rid

of a werewolf is to

become one yourself.

Come on, man. You're a wolf.

You're a wolf!

(pair laughing)

Scare the f*ck out

of, Rico, dude.

Yeah! (laughs)

We fooled him, Kyle.

Rico doesn't know the truth.

He doesn't know it's all fake.

(solemn music)

You're a f*cking m*rder*r, Rico.

- Stay still, you b*tch.

- [Mama] Rico,

you're a m*rder*r.

- [Billy] m*rder*r.

(Rico panting)

- [Mama] Rico,

you're a m*rder*r.

(solemn music)

(Rico shouting)

- We found stage 4 cancer

in the frontal

lobe of your brain.

(doctor and wife screaming)

(eerie music)

(Rico shouting)

(cage clattering)

- Can you say, boom?

(eerie music)

- Amy, it's Rico.

I need you to come see me

right away. I'm at Boggs Lane.

Please hurry up.

It's an emergency.

- Mr. Sanchez, what's going on?

I came as soon as I could.

(Rico shouting)

(Amy groaning)

(Amy screaming)

(Rico laughing)

- This is victimization.

People like you

and me, guys, men?

Nobody ever believes us.

- It's men like you that

allow women to be assaulted,

stomped on, beaten, m*rder*d.

(Rico shouting)

(tense music)

- I can't do this anymore.

I am tired of the

god damn struggle.

I'm tired of the bullshit.

I can't handle it.

Your inexcusable,

unacceptable way of life.

That's no life, and I

don't want any part of it.

I am out of it. I

am done with you.

I am finished!

(eerie music)

- Rico!

What did you do to me?

(Rico breathing)

(Rico crying)

(Rico singing in

foreign language)

(Rico shouting)

- Hey, hey!

- Hey.

- This is America.

You speak our f*cking

language. You hear me?

- Oh, come on man. Relax.

- Don't tell me to relax, spic.

- Who you calling a spic?

- You're a god

damn f*cking spic!

(tense music)

This is America!

Learn to respect the

m*therf*cking flag!

(somber music)

- I know.

Soccer is Tuesday, and

softball's tomorrow.

I know.

(door thudding)

Yes.

Beccs, I gotta get the

softball gear out of the back.

Gimme a few.

Sorry about that.

Right. No, yeah, I'm here.

(tense music)

(door thudding)

(bag clattering)

- I don't wanna hurt

you, lady. Okay?

- Okay.

- Sit.

Please.

(tense music)

- Please don't hurt me. Okay?

- I'm having a very

hard time here, lady.

I just need somebody

that I can talk to.

I just k*lled my

best friend today.

Can you believe that we

had a f*cking argument

over burying a

dead god damn body?

Now he's dead.

And I'm still alive.

And if I can be really

honest with you, lady,

I don't feel any

god damn remorse

'cause I'm cold.

I'm one cold blooded f*ck.

(Rebecca grunting)

- Let her go.

(knife clattering)

- The tables have turned

now, haven't they?

Haven't they?

- Look, I'm just gonna get

my stuff and then I'll leave.

- Get outside.

- Look, just try to calm down.

- Now!

(eerie music)

- We're gonna bag up his

body and forget about him.

Garbage bags, duct tape.

No one has to know about this.

(somber music)

- [Mama] There's a little

secret you need to know, Rico.

- What?

- We're not like anyone

else. We're different.

- How?

- History of wolves,

Rico, werewolves.

(Rico shouting and crying)

(tense music)

- Come on, you m*therf*cker!

(Rico shouting)

(Rico wheezing)

(Rico screaming)

Come on!

You come and get me,

you m*therf*cker!

(Rico groaning)

(Rico crying)

(tense music)

You have to be real!

You just have to!

I know you are!

(Rico crying)

Mama.

(Rico sobbing)

You gotta be real.

You gotta be real.

You gotta be real.

You gotta be real.

You gotta be real.