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Give it to me.

And drop that.

That thing is dirty.

You got a signal?

Thank God. We can call the police

and they will tell us what to do.

-Okay.

-Now.

-Now.

-Now.

Please, somebody help me.

Please!

God! I can't feel my legs.

I can't feel my legs!

-Help me! My baby is bleeding!

-Who is this?

Baby! Wake up!

-Anybody, please help us.

-Oh, Jesus!

Somebody, please, help us.

Frank, we gotta get out of here.

-Did you get the police?

-The phone, it was broken.

-Sh*t.

-Please, let's go.

We can't leave him here like this.

Richard, drag his body off

to the side of the road.

Jesus, what do I look like?

Your f***ing janitor?

Thank God. Oh, Marion.

Are you all right?

You're gonna be okay.

Marion. Marion?

Marion? Wake up.

Wake up. Come on, wake up.

Wake up! Wake up!

Laura! Stop!

Stop it!

Can't you see she's in shock?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Dad, that guy...

or whoever did that...

...must've used an axe or a chainsaw.

-lt was the work of one sick psycho.

-Let's get the hell out of here.

-Wait. What about that woman?

Maybe she got away.

-Maybe the psycho got her.

-So, you wanna go after him?

Richard, get in.

We're going to the police.

-Why don't we go back to lnterstate?

-Your mother lives by the sheriff's.

We'll be there in 1 5 minutes.

Marcott? Never heard of it.

Richard, check the map.

Marcott...

Gimme a second.

-There's no Marcott on this map.

-Just give it to me.

-I don't see it either.

-Maybe that's because it's not there!

-Laura, give me the local map.

-I didn't bring it.

-You didn't bring it?

-We never needed it before.

-I asked you to. Remember?

-I had a lot of things to take care of.

-The presents and...

-Who gives a f*** about presents?

Would you please

watch your language?

I'm sorry, but how was I supposed to

know you're gonna take a shortcut?

And how was I supposed to know that

you were going to forget the map?

We've been coming here for 20 years,

and you'd never taken a shortcut.

I'll bring a globe in case you feel

like driving by way of the North Pole!

Is there any coffee left?

A little.

Okay. Pour me some.

Let's go to Marcott, then.

Is anybody else a bit freaked out

we are the only car in the road now?

It's Christmas Eve.

Yeah. Okay. How long

have we been driving?

It's 7:
30.

You said it was 7:30

when we took that lady into the car.

That damn thing is broken.

All right. Who's got a watch?

-I have a watch. It stopped at 7:30.

-Come on.

Don't you guys think that

this is just a little wacked?

I know you guys think

I'm retarded or whatever...

but I have a theory and I want you

to hear me out, okay?

Brad is dead. His body is mutilated

and God knows how it got that way.

We are the only people out here and

all the clocks have stopped at 7:30.

This reeks of

alien activity, you guys.

-Blow me.

-What?

Nothing.

Laura...

can you make her stop that, please?

-Let her. Maybe it will help.

-It's getting on my nerves.

I can't believe I fell asleep.

-How long was I out?

-I don't know. Maybe 1 0 minutes.

Are we still on that same road?

-Still no Marcott?

-No. No Marcott.

-I don't understand. Did we pass it?

-No, I haven't seen anything.

No lights, no signs, no nothing.

Sh*t! What is that?

-It's a baby carriage.

-I can see it's a baby carriage.

-Okay. I'll get out and I'll go see.

-No. Don't.

-Why?

-Just get going. I don't like this.

-Richard, come back here! Richard!

-Stop yelling in my ear!

Richard, come back here!

Hey, little guy!

Richard! Frank, no!

-You guys suck!

-I'm gonna kill that kid.

Oh, God!

-What the hell was that?

-Man, that was good!

-This is so not funny, Richard!

-It's a baby carriage. Why fear?

-It's empty.

-No sh*t!

-That is so not funny!

-Nice job. That was dumb.

What is it now?

I can't stop thinking about Diane.

How are we gonna tell her about Brad?

-He was our responsibility.

-I don't wanna worry about that now!

I just wanna figure out some

goddamn way to get out of here.

I'm sorry.

Talk about a merry

f***ing Christmas.

You are not gonna open that.

That's my Uncle Herb's present.

I need this a whole hell of a lot more

than your Uncle Herb right now.

Let's face it. We are lost, Frank.

This road is not going to Mom's.

Let's turn around.

We should turn around, Frank.

We just passed a sign.

Marcott can't be too far.

Hey, Sis.

Mom... Mom and Dad are kinda

going off the deep end, huh?

They are really losing it.

This whole thing is

pretty f***ing crazy, huh?

Mare?

Mare?

Come on, you've gotta snap

out of it, okay? You have to.

We need you back here.

I... I need you.

Mom is always going on about

what a great shrink you are, so...

you are the only person that can

figure a way out of this. Damn it!

Do you remember when

your hamster disappeared...

and I told you it had been

abducted by aliens?

Well, I lied. Okay?

It was me.

Me and Kevin. We stuck it

in the microwave and we fried it.

Marion?

Dad!

Dad, it's here again.

Richard, I am fed up

with your stupid jokes.

-lt wasn't me this time. I swear.

-Richard, we do not have time...

Christ! I'm telling you the truth,

your f***ing a**holes!

Frank, would you say something

for once?

-I think we'd better get out of here.

-Get going.

We should have passed

a town or a gas station or...

a motel, or a crossroads,

a junction, something by now!

I know. I know.

Just calm down, Laura.

It's probably one of those closed

roads that forest rangers use.

God! I just feel like

we've been driving forever.

What is this forest?

Is this like the Amazon?

Last year, I had to drive to Lakewood

to talk with a client and I went...

...on a very roundabout way.

-What you seem to do sometimes.

I was driving and driving until I had

to turn back to the road I came from.

-What are you talking about?

-Some of these roads are designed...

by engineers who weren't qualified

to build a goddamn bird house!

-So?

-So? That's that!

That's that...

Lakewood? Isn't there where

Sally Schmidt bought her cottage?

Yeah, I think so.

Jesus Christ!

-What was that?

-Some kind of a radio talk show.

-That was no talk show.

-A public radio, or something.

Public radio? Right.

-No! Damn it!

-You just said it was public radio!

I don't know what it was!

I don't wanna know what it was!

I just wanna get to the police

before anything else goes wrong.

And I thought last year's

Christmas was bad.

And what was wrong with

last year's Christmas?

-Let's see... Everything?

-I thought last year was great!

-We took the lnterstate!

-I was talking about Christmas dinner.

And what's wrong with my

family's Christmas dinners?

Your family.

Your mother always felt you deserved

more than a used car salesman.

Now that salesman has become

a respected sales manager.

So, I'm sorry, baby,

but screw your mother!

-Anything else?

-Your damn brother is a freak too!

He jerks off to gun magazines!

That is disgusting! That is

disgusting and that is not fair!

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