The Ritual Page #4

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Nothing has done that to you. You...

You're on your own.

You've done it to yourself.

- I f***ing what?

- You walked into a f***ing tree.

Why do you have to f***ing deny

everything I say?

Because I do not value

your judgement, Luke.

And I wanna get the f*** out of here.

Listen, mate, we wouldn't be here

if it wasn't for you!

No, we wouldn't be here

if it wasn't for you!

Dom, shut up.

Come on, what do you mean by that?

Track it back.

- You know what I'm talking about.

- No. No, I don't.

I don't, no. Why don't you just, er...

- F***ing come out and say it?

- Come on, guys. This is bullshit!

- Come on, mate.

- Now there it is!

Now he's got some f***ing

fight in him, yeah?

Well, where was that with Rob?

You fight your friends,

you can't stand up for them.

You are not my

f***ing friend any more.

No, I am not.

- No, you're f***ing not.

- HUTCH:
Oh, for f***'s sake, guys.

No, you are f***ing not. Okay?

Do you know what?

I am f***ing done with you.

Not a drop of blood on you.

F***ing coward.

- What?

- Dom, will you shut the f*** up.

No, hang on, Hutch, mate.

Hang on. Hang on. What?

F***ing what?

He has his skull cracked in half

and you come out of there

without a drop of blood on you. Argh!

- HUTCH:
What the f*** are you doing?

- PHIL:
Dom, are you all right, mate?

- He's broken my nose!

- Shut up.

You've not broken your nose,

all right? Don't start your sh*t now.

You keep quiet if you want,

but somebody's got to say something.

This is exactly the kind of situation

where people fall out

and we need to be...

Where you going?

We need to be working together, man!

Luke. F***ing hell. Luke.

Luke.

Is that what you think? Eh?

That it was my fault?

That I should have stood up?

I don't know.

Looks like someone was here.

Are we stopping?

What the f*** is that?

Yeah, what is that, man?

Some sort of fabric, I think.

(STRAINS)

(GRUNTS) I think

it's a tent or something.

It's a credit card.

Anna Eriksen. Expires 1984.

That's a bad sign, isn't it?

Just leaving your tent behind

and your shoes?

Guys. Guys, seriously, come on.

We're not gonna be these people,

right? Okay?

Because we registered at the lodge.

And in five hours' time,

five hours' time,

they are gonna report us missing.

We're on a path in the woods.

It's near a hiking trail.

This is where people get found, right?

It's getting dark again.

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

Oh, thanks.

Thank you. Thank you.

How are you doing?

I'm looking forward

to the rescue party.

(CHUCKLES)

Dom's knee is getting worse,

not better.

Phil's not looking great.

You're the strongest.

You should try and get out, get help.

I'll stay with these two.

- You think so?

- Definitely.

I'll get you fixed up in the morning.

- Take the compass, head south-west.

- Okay.

- Keep south-west.

- Okay.

- Good man, mate.

- Yeah.

How are we doing here, mate?

Let's have a look at this.

HUTCH:
Ooh, looks nasty, that, man.

(RUSTLING)

PHIL:
Yeah, it's not good.

- HUTCH:
Have you put anything on it?

- No, I haven't got anything.

HUTCH:
Maybe Dom's got

something in his backpack.

PHIL:
F***ing shoes.

HUTCH:
That looks grim.

(CLICK OF TORCH SWITCH)

(LIQUID SLOSHES)

(DISTANT CRACK OF A BRANCH)

(RUSTLING)

(THUMP)

(FOOTFALLS APPROACHING)

(LABOURED BREATHING)

(FOOTFALLS APPROACHING CLOSER)

(ROARING IN NEAR DISTANCE)

(LUKE BREATHES HEAVILY)

(CRACK OF A BRANCH)

(GASPS)

(GARBLED SPEECH)

(CRACKLING AND THUMPING FOOTFALLS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

(ANGUISHED CRY)

Phil, Phil!

- Phil, Phil, Phil!

- It was here.

(PHIL GRUNTS)

- (PHILE HYPERVENTILATES)

- (PANTING)

- Where's Hutch?

- I don't know, man.

- Where's Hutch?

- All I saw was shadows.

- What?

- I don't know!

It just... It took him.

Hutch?

- (GROANS)

- Hutch!

- Get up, Hutch has gone.

- What?

Hutch has gone!

(HUTCH SCREAMS)

(ROARING)

(FEROCIOUS ROARING)

- (DISTANT SCREAMING)

- Oh, f***.

(SCREAM FADES)

- PHIL:
What we gonna do?

- LUKE:
I don't know.

Hutch?

Hutch!

- LUKE:
Hutch!

- Luke...

Hutch!

DOM:
Luke, we're getting turned around

out here.

- Hutch!

- We should try and retrace our steps.

Everything we have

is in the tents, Luke.

- He's f***ing screaming.

- I know.

But if we run around in circles,

we're gonna get f***ing lost. Okay?

We need to get back to the camp

and get our bearings. Yeah?

F***... F***.

We'll find the tents

and come back for him.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

(WHIMPERS)

Is that...

Is that Hutch?

(PANTING)

Oh, my God!

(DOM CONTINUES CRYING OUT)

(PANTING)

Oh, f***.

Come on!

- Did he have the map?

- No.

- What are we gonna tell Catherine?

- I don't know.

- What about his kids?

- Listen, okay? Just calm down.

We need to get out of here, now.

We need to move.

We can't leave him here.

We can't bury him. Okay?

We'll send people to come and get him.

F***ing hell,

we don't know where we are.

- It put him there, didn't it?

- What?

It knew we were gonna come this way

and we were supposed to find him,

weren't we?

LUKE:
Oh, for f***'s sakes.

You don't f***ing do this.

You keep your, your sh*t together.

Shush. He's right.

I'm not...

I'm not leaving him like this.

(PANTING AND MOANING)

- We should say something.

- We need to go.

It's gonna come back.

Dom, come on.

Come on.

PHIL:
It was at that house.

We had those nightmares

and it followed us, didn't it?

Yeah.

It followed us from that house

and it did that to Hutch.

Did you actually see it yesterday?

I don't know what I saw.

Well... I did see it,

while I was up on that ridge,

and the trees were the same as this.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

It was big, okay?

It had to be to put that f***ing elk

in the tree.

It was hunters, pagan f***ing

hill billies from those houses.

No-one's lived in those houses

for years.

- F***ing hell!

- Keep your voice down.

- There are houses in this forest.

- Keep it down.

There are people

and they killed our f***ing friend!

Shut the f*** up. Shut up!

Keep your f***ing voice down.

There are three of us

and there is one of it.

And I've got a f***ing knife.

So we are gonna keep walking

in the direction that Hutch said

until we get out of this f***ing

forest. Do you hear me?

(PANTING)

- Oh, my God.

- (RETCHES)

- (GROANS)

- (MOANING)

You see? There's people.

- Are we following these?

- Course not.

DOM:
We shouldn't go that way.

Okay. Okay.

LUKE:
South-west is up.

DOM:
I'm tired, man.

Ah!

(PANTING)

(GASPS)

It's okay.

Come on, mate, get up.

Got inside my head, man.

Made me pray to that thing

in the house.

I can't get it out of my f***ing head.

Come on, mate, get up.

We're far away from that now.

Come on, you can do it.

(WHEEZING)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(PANTING)

Dom, look. Look.

Phil.

(PANTING)

Where are you going?

(WIND HOWLS)

(PANTING)

We're close.

Guys! I can see the end!

I can see the end.

I shall... I shall try...

Guys?

Guys, you gotta see this.

Dom?

Phil.

- What you doing?

- PHIL:
We heard something.

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