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-Give me the keys.

-I'll drive.

Easy on the bottle there.

-You know of a better pain killer?

-Driving isn't helping any.

It helps.

I don't understand it.

We should have passed

a side-road by now.

Your grandma's place is

probably miles behind us.

That's it!

This must be a military road!

You think so?

That's why we never see military

trucks. Always on roads isolated!

Marcott must be a military base.

That's why it's not even on the map.

-I guess so.

-Of course! That's it! That's it!

Dad?

-Dad!

-It's okay, honey.

-I'm here. I'm here.

-Thank God! I thought that...

Your leg...

-Are you okay?

-That's not so bad.

I think we finally got some

good news. Come here.

Look. Earlier, I showed

your mother the North Star.

It was on our right side.

It still is.

That means we've been

headed constantly west.

So, if we left the lnterstate

somewhere around here...

and we headed constantly

west on this road...

the road must go right

straight to the sea.

Marcott must be somewhere on

the coast. It makes perfect sense.

It must be a naval base.

Okay, okay. So how long

until we get there?

We have about half a tank of gas,

we covered 1 50 miles on this road.

That leaves us another 40 or 50

miles until we get to the coast.

We can reach Marcott

within an hour, tops.

You're a genius.

But you know, I'm more than a little

concerned about your mother.

-Mom?

-You're awake?

-I slept like a log.

-How are you feeling?

I feel... okay...

considering...

Now we have got...

to stick together. We have got to

support each other in our grief.

Would you like me to drive, darling?

-We should reach Marcott soon.

-Oh, good!

-You look not very well.

-She's okay.

Frank, you know,

you are a wonderful father.

And a wonderful husband too.

I want you to know that I understand

about you and Sally Schmidt.

-What?

-I know the whole thing.

I know how you two used to meet

at the Motel 6 on your lunch break.

It's okay. I completely understand.

I have never been able to fulfill...

your sexual fantasies.

And I want to promise you...

that when we get out of here, you can

do anything you want to me, darling.

And I mean anything.

Anyway, the most important thing...

is that the three of us come out

of this stronger. What do you think?

-Not much.

-Good.

Now...

there's something that has been

bothering me ever since I woke up.

-What?

-Who are these people in the woods?

Honey, slow down. They are waving.

Hi!

Oh, my goodness,

why do they look so sad?

This is Christmas Eve.

Smile!

They teach you what to do

in this kind of situation?

Not to panic.

Frank, do you really need to

suck on that bottle like that?

Frank! It's Jeannine!

Quick, stop the car!

-Who is Jeannine?

-She's my friend!

Who died 20 years ago.

-And what exactly is your point?

-She's dead.

-So?

-So drop it!

If the dead are alive, maybe

we should check out Richard.

-Are you crazy?

-Think he is comfortable back there?

Mom, if he was alive, don't

you think we would here him?

Your brother was burned alive.

How could he talk?

-Shut up, Laura!

-Easy, dad.

-Okay.

-She's driving me crazy.

-Could I go see Jeannine now?

-No, you can't!

-Yes, I can.

-No, you can't!

-Yes, I can.

-No, you...

I'm gonna go now.

Oh, my God! Dad, stop the car!

-Mom!

-Laura! Laura!

-Mom!

-Laura!

Mom!

Oh, God! God! Laura!

-Where the hell did she go?

-Mom?

Mom!

-Maybe she ran away.

-Oh, Marion...

-Maybe she went into the woods.

-Marion, I'm going 60!

-She would have broken her neck!

-Then where is she?

Maybe the lady got her.

It's the black car.

You son of a b*tch. I'm gonna

blow that bastard's head off.

-Marion, where's the ammo?

-It's here. I hid it from mom.

Come on!

I got him!

-Mom!

-Laura.

-Thank God.

-Mom, are you all right?

I'm okay. My head hurts a little

but I'm fine.

Sweetheart.

Honey, honey.

You got something on your...

Oh, my God! Oh, God!

-Something wrong with my hair?

-Oh, God!

Alan!

-Finally!

-No! Stop!

-Alan!

-Stop! Stop!

Laura...

-Daddy?

-Laura...

I made the cheerleading squad.

This is the happiest day

of my life.

Laura...

Dad! Dad!

Give me that gun!

Stop it, dad! Stop it!

-You bastard! Stop it!

-Marion...

I'm gonna have a baby. You can't

leave us. You can't leave us.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-I've already lost my mother...

and my brother and my boyfriend.

I don't wanna lose you.

-I don't wanna lose you.

-She's gonna get us all anyway.

No. No one is gonna get us,

as long as we keep moving.

Every time we've stopped, someone's

gotten killed. We have to keep driving.

We are going to Marcott.

Let's put your mother in the car.

-You got a cigarette?

-ln my coat.

Alan Rickson was a friend of mine,

back in Detroit.

You don't have to say anything, Dad.

Then one day he came to me

for some advice.

He said that he was

in love with a woman.

Didn't mention her name.

He said that she was married

and that she loved him too.

And he wanted to know

what he should do about it.

And I remember what

I said to him...

"You only live once, buddy.

Go for it.

Just go. You go and you see her,

and if she loves you...

she will leave her husband

and she will go with you."

-I'm sorry, Dad.

-Only talked to him once after that.

He said the woman had decided she

didn't want to leave her husband.

She already had a kid.

A little girl.

She didn't want to lose her.

Last time I ever saw Alan.

Always wondered

why he never kept in touch.

Why did you do that?

If you are scared,

alcohol will only make it worse.

-You think I'm scared?

-You don't need to pretend.

-It's okay.

-No, it's not.

Have you looked at

the odometer lately?

We've driven 60 miles since

the last time we checked the map.

I know.

-We should have reached the coast.

-I know.

Maybe I miscalculated a little bit.

Maybe.

Maybe the North Star

doesn't indicate north.

Maybe the map maker was drunk.

Maybe the moon's made out of cheese.

Who knows? Everything is so

f***ed up on this goddamn road!

After all, we don't have to drive

to get to Marcott.

-Maybe there's another way out.

-Like what, dad? Flying?

No. Walking.

Through the woods.

-This is insane.

-Agreed. Agreed.

-You ready?

-We should at least wait until sunrise.

Remember what you said? Every time

we stopped, somebody died.

Let's keep moving.

Did you hear that?

-Of course I heard that.

-What is it?

I don't know. We're in the woods,

Dad. It could be anything.

A branch falling, a rat or something,

maybe a bird.

Remember what Laura said

about all the faces in the forest?

Are there any ghosts

in the woods tonight?

-Come on, I'm waiting!

-Don't...

ever, ever do that again.

You hear me?

-What is the matter with you?

-We shouldn't have left the car.

That's what's the matter with me!

The more distance we put between us

and the road, the better off we'll be.

Goddamn! Sh*t!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

-Are you all right?

-Yeah, just dandy.

-What the hell is that?

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