I'll Always Know What You Did Last Summer Page #4

- I don't know.

Where the hell is she?

Amber? Lance?

Come on, please!

Come on, please!

Amber!

Oh, God.

No, don't.

No!

Zoe!

I know, I know. We got to get help.

Come on.

Hafner, we got a problem. You copy?

- Yeah, go ahead.

- I got a dead girl at the back of the lodge.

- Call for backup.

- Copy that.

Come out of there!

Uncle Paul, please, you don't understand.

- Looks pretty clear.

- He's trying to kill us.

Who's trying to kill you? Where is he?

- Yo!

- Colby, where are you?

I'm having some vodka.

- Feeling pretty good.

- He's here.

- Who's here?

- The fisherman.

- You mean sheriff Davis?

- No. No, he's dead, and so is Zoe.

He's after all of us.

Get the hell out of the lodge.

That might be a problem.

Colby, Colby where are you?

I'm in the kitchen.

Okay, don't move, we're coming!

Colby.

Are you okay?

Hey, you've reached Colby, leave a message.

Look! The door.

Colby?

Amber.

We got to get out of here.

Oh, thank God.

John! You have to help us.

Why're you covered in blood?

You... you don't understand.

There's something you don't know.

- It's about what happened last year.

- I know.

I know what you did last summer.

Roger told me. Last week.

He was freaking out!

He wanted to confess everything!

I told him it was too late,

he should just keep his mouth shut.

I had no idea how far he'd take that.

You knew?

And you kept it a secret?

I did it for you, Amber.

But everything's different now, isn't it?

I searched your car.

I found a box with a hook!

- No...

- Now get in the truck!

No.

Oh, God.

Get back.

It's you!

- Look, I don't know how this happened.

- It's you.

Oh, my God.

All right, a**hole, on the ground.

Hands on your head.

Put your hands up or you're a dead man.

Put them up!

Go!

Stay down, a**hole.

There's no way!

- Go, go! Come on!

- Come on!

Come on!

Go, go! We got to go! Come on! Come on!

Do it!

Come on!

No, no!

Where'd he go?

He's gone.

What was that black sh*t

coming out of his arm?

I don't know.

It's the guy from 10 years ago

who killed all those kids.

- Amber, that was not a guy.

- It's the legend.

- It's become true.

- I can't believe this.

P.J. Died, we kept it a secret.

But we can hurt him.

- This hurt him.

- Come on, we've got to turn ourselves in!

Think about it, Lance.

No one is going to believe us!

I'm going after him.

Amber. Wait.

Come on.

Where are we going?

- I know this one is open.

- Hurry up, I think he's coming.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Oh, sh*t. Hurry, here he comes.

- This way?

- No! This way.

This way.

- Okay, come on.

- Okay.

Wait.

Okay.

- Put the hook right there. Right there.

- Yeah.

Right there. Okay.

Come over here.

Almost there.

Don't move it until I tell you.

Okay, you ready?

Lance, over there!

No, up there.

Now!

He's gone.

Amber, Amber.

We got to keep going, we can't stay here.

Come on, come on. Let's go.

No!

Lance, no!

The secret dies with you.

You sure you can't id this guy?

I couldn't really see his face.

But he's not from around here.

Just some crazy guy who wanted more

of what he got last summer.

He won't bother anybody again.

Yeah.

It's over.

- Hello?

- Miss me yet?

Hey! Where you at?

Nevada. Near the state line.

I should be back in L.A. in four hours.

We are finally going to be off

the long distance plan.

- What was that?

- I don't know.

I think I just blew a tire.

Amber, you okay?

Yeah, it's a flat tire.

I don't know what could have done that.

Somebody around there to help you out?

No, there's nobody out here.

You got a spare?

Lance? Are you there?

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