The Honor Farm Page #2
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2017
- 74 min
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I know, I know, it's not okay.
- He's an idiot.
- Oh, whatever!
- Whatever!
- Yeah.
- I'm done.
- I know. I know.
Smoking?
- [Lucy coughing]
- Oh, baby.
- [Lucy] What's wrong with me?
- [Annie] Nothing?
- I'm messed up.
- Nothing. It's nothing. You're not messed up.
Atta girl.
Hey, where's your quarterback?
There's been a little change in plans, huh?
Jake nearly threw up on Lucy's dress,
and my date is somewhere
cause we're not even friends.
And, uh, well, my boyfriend of
two years just broke up with me.
- Stop.
- So, ta-da!
You guys are funny.
[Annie] Yeah, um...
But, hey, made it out puke free, right?
- Let's go.
- [Annie] And we're gonna have a good time.
[Girl] I want to listen to this.
Yeah, well, we're going to The Honor Farm.
Hey, what's The Honor Farm?
It's this old abandoned prison,
and we've got shrooms.
You can come with us, if you want,
or you can just stand
there pretending to smoke.
[Car starts]
Let's just do it. Let's just do it.
What?
- [Lucy] What about the limo?
- [Annie] F*** the limo.
- God.
- Come on.
- Oh, this is so insane.
- Hey, hey, hey.
So, you've never been in The Honor Farm?
No.
Here you are. Everclear, babies.
[Screaming]
- [Girls laughing]
- Oh, my God.
Quick, drink her dress! Drink her dress!
Two people died out there freshman year.
- What?
- You guys never heard about that?
- No.
- You'll believe it when you see it for yourself.
No, dude, dude, dude,
it's seriously freaky.
I have some stuff left over
from satanic rituals and sh*t.
Dead chickens.
Blood trails.
[Lucy] That's totally weird.
Don't worry, you'll be
fine. I brought a knife.
[Laughing]
[Girl howling]
Help! Save me!
[Wicked laughter]
- [Lucy] Oh, my God!
- [Annie] F*** my dress!
- [Lucy] Oh, no.
- Wanna borrow some clothes?
[Annie] Yeah.
I've got these, too. Whoever wants them.
[Annie] Thank you.
[Girl] I don't have any
more of those, sorry.
[Annie] Thanks.
[Annie] Whoo!
[Annie giggling]
[Lucy] Annie?
Ooh, people!
[Girl] Oh, sh*t, that's my jam.
[Laughing]
Give me that right there,
gimme, gimme, gimme.
Oh, my God. I don't
know any of these people.
I know. One of them is in my English class.
And then the other one,
well, Jesse's like...
He's like the biggest
drug dealer in school.
- What?
- Yes.
- [Boy] Hey.
- Oh, hey.
[Lucy] Hi.
How much do y'all want?
[Annie] Um, I don't know.
I... like, okay, like this much, maybe?
I'm not trying to babysit you all night.
[Boy clears throat]
Have you guys tripped much before?
- Not really.
- No.
No, we haven't ever
taken much, we're just...
Okay, okay. Well, we're gonna have fun,
but, you know, according to Jesse,
these are really strong ones, so...
- Really?
- Yeah.
[Laughing] How much do we take?
Looks perfect.
Thanks.
I'm JD, by the way.
- I'm Annie.
- I'm Lucy.
Nice to meet you.
[Sighs] The things I do for you.
- This was your idea.
- Mm-hmm, yeah.
'Cause I'm trying to make you feel better.
Well, good job.
Are we really eating these?
- Bon aptit.
- Thank you.
Hmm. Cow sh*t flavor, my favorite.
Hey, don't rag on the merchandise.
[Boy] Uch.
[Girl] All right, babies,
no turning back now.
Oh, my God.
Yummy.
Is The Honor Farm far from here?
It will be after this.
Well, you know what they say,
it's the journey, not the destination.
Ralph Emerson.
Wow, someone paid attention
in English last week.
So, have you all been
to The Honor Farm before?
I heard they found some
mutilated babies out there.
- What?
- [Boy] Seriously.
Yeah, I saw a severed
goat leg out there once.
Blood written all over the walls.
[Imitates horror movie music]
The Honor Farm was a work farm,
for the federal penitentiary,
Bastrop... During the 1920s and '30s.
Despite the scenic
setting, it had a reputation
for being a brutal, cruel facility.
Many of the inmates were killed,
tortured, or just disappeared.
Once the state found out about it all,
they closed the farm down,
but two decades of brutality
left the place haunted
by the angry spirits of the dead convicts.
[Screaming]
- [Laughing]
- So now,
Devil worshipers and
satanists do dark magic rituals
and human sacrifice.
[Moaning]
- [Screams]
- [All scream]
Saved the beer. Sorry, man,
I was just taking a piss.
[Girl] Now our light's all f***ed.
[Laughing]
[Sighs]
[Giggling]
- [Girl] Wanna know a secret?
- [Girl 2] Mm-hmm.
[Girl] So I was at the bookstore today,
and I was talking to this old guy
and he, like, knew all about
the dark arts, for real.
He said if I burn this
tonight at The Honor Farm,
it'll pull a spirit
back from the other side.
It's like a ouija board,
but it's not bullshit,
it should actually work.
- Freaky.
- I know, I'm so excited.
Are you sure you want to
do that at The Honor Farm?
Yeah, dude. It's like the
most powerful spiritual vortex
- within like a thousand miles.
- You want to talk to ghosts.
No, I wanna talk to Sam.
Are you feeling anything?
[Annie] I don't know.
[Giggling] Yeah, I think I am.
Oh, wow.
Bye-bye.
Wait.
[Phone ringing]
[Slurred speech] Mom? Hi, Mom.
I love you.
I love your mom.
Me, too.
Look at that old tree.
You okay?
Yeah, it's a weird feeling.
Don't worry.
Fire.
I need fire.
[Girl] Of course you do.
I have fire.
Thank you.
- She's cold.
- Yeah.
[Crickets chirping]
[Owls hooting]
[Boy imitates owls]
We are all everyone and
no one at the same time.
- Hi.
- Hi.
Humanity is expanding...
...in every direction across the globe.
Soon no culture will have
the elbow room it once had,
its function, and its old ways.
This puts personal freedom
at risk of being erased.
Social media brings issues to people,
but it is also in new venue
for an elevated sense of self.
The higher the self,
the less connected it is
to the people around it.
It can't actually disconnect.
That's an illusion.
You wanna come see my rocks?
Yeah, totally.
[Lucy] Wow.
Look at the moon.
Oh, incredible.
Did we lose the rest of everyone?
Lose?
We're all winners.
It's okay. It's perfect.
I can feel every one of
those stars right now.
Yeah.
I can touch them.
[Lucy giggling]
Look, the air is a web.
The air is a web right there.
Don't break it.
Ow.
We need to find JD.
[Girl] JD?
It's too hot.
[Girl] JD?
[JD] Do you ever feel like
there's a part of you missing?
[Cooing like a bird]
I feel like a part of
me was never made yet.
Like I never managed it.
I lost mine.
Whoa, I'm crying.
Sometimes when I think back
and try to remember stuff
that happened a long time ago,
like when me and my brother,
Sam, went to swimming camp,
it doesn't even seem real anymore.
It feels kind of like it never happened.
Almost the same thing as
having a really vivid dream,
and waking up,
and trying to remember the details.
It's like we are what we
are for this one moment,
and then the different versions of us
just fade into the past.
Just like our dreams.
[Water running]
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