The Unraveling

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(crackling)

(glass tinging)

(razor scraping on glass)

(swell of ominous ambient music)

(flame whooshing)

(ominous ambient music)

(liquid hissing)

(ominous ambient music with

occasional crackling static)

(tense and ominous

ambient music)

(Michael gasping)

(muffled train horn blaring)

(distant siren blaring)

(woman snoring)

(Michael sighing over

muffled clatter and rattling)

(footsteps thunking)

(Michael sighing)

(muffled traffic humming)

(Emily gasping)

Hey, it's OK!

(Emily gasping)

No, it's OK.

I ca, I can't feel

my legs (panting).

I don't know what's happening.

It's OK, you're just

having a bad trip,

but you're gonna be fine.

(Emily gasping)

You're safe, all right?

You just need to try

to lie down and relax.

Here, let me help you.

(Emily gasping)

(Emily moaning)

Easy!

(Emily moaning and gasping)

(distant train horn blaring)

(man grunts)

(man sighs)

(Emily gasping over swell

of ominous ambient music)

There you go.

(Emily moaning)

You just need to breathe!

I know (moans).

(distant rattling)

(Emily moaning)

You're gonna be

fine, trust me.

(Michael sighing over

ominous ambient music)

(ominous, pulsing ambient

music with uneasy piano)

(shower hissing)

(pan hissing)

(Michael sighs)

(Jess snivels)

(plate rattling)

Hey, did I wake you?

[Jess] Where were

you last night?

Gary didn't have

enough drivers,

so I had to work a double.

Here.

I made you some breakfast.

(plate rattling)

You promised you

wouldn't do this anymore.

I don't have a choice.

(Jess sighs)

This baby is gonna be

here before we know it,

and we still have

a wedding to pay for.

(distant engine roaring)

Stop, please!

(Michael sighs)

Why can't you trust me?

Just be honest

with me, Michael.

You know I'm done

with that sh*t.

(birds chirping over

distant traffic humming)

What's this?

[Michael] Finally got paid

for all those night shifts.

(bills rustling)

How much is in here?

Six grand.

They paid you $6000 in cash?

If you don't want it, I'm

sure I can find somebody

that would take it off

our hands, you know?

[Jess] No, I didn't say that.

(birds chirping over

distant traffic humming)

(sighs) Just need to work

this job a few more months.

I just really don't like

you being out all night.

I know, and as soon

as this baby comes,

I'm gonna quit, OK?

I promise.

(Jess sighs)

Sh*t (sighs).

I'm running late, I gotta go.

I love you.

(expressive electronic music)

(lips smacking)

Bye.

(Jess sighs over expressive but

unsettling electronic music)

(ominous and unsettling

electronic music)

(forklift rumbling)

(wood buckling)

(forklift sputtering)

(door slams shut)

(wheels rattling)

Hey, Mike, you know I did Alan

a favor by hiring you, right?

Yeah, I know.

Show some f***in'

respect, be here on time!

Got it.

(unsettling ambient music)

Wow!

(cap rattling over

unsettling electronic music)

(finger tapping on vial)

(Michael sniffing)

(Michael gasps over swell

of ominous ambient music)

(Michael sniffs and gasps over

unsettling electronic music)

(faucet hissing)

(tape crinkling over

whirring machinery)

(machinery whirring)

(traffic humming)

F***!

(cardboard thuds into bin)

(Michael grunts)

(lid slams shut over

jarring electronic accent)

(tense electronic swell)

[Thug] Come on!

(Michael grunting)

[Michael] What the f***?

(Michael grunting and

groaning over muffled chatter)

[Thug] Come on, get his hands!

[Michael] Oh, no, oh, Jesus!

(tires screeching)

Somebody help me!

(trunk slams shut)

(throbbing,

unsettling bass tones)

(tires screeching)

(engine rumbling away)

(ominous and unsettling

electronic accent)

(bird chattering)

(engine rumbling)

(engine rumbling

over chirping birds)

(brakes squealing)

(doors rattling over

ominous electronic music)

(Michael panting and groaning)

(fabric rustling)

(Michael gasping)

[Masked Man In Black]

It's time to pay, Michael.

(swell of tense

electronic music)

(John shouts)

(Michael gasps)

(Alan chuckling)

You a**holes!

You a**holes, what

the hell is this?

This is what happens

when you don't show up

to your own bachelor party.

That's not cool, dude!

(Alan grunts)

Cut me out of

these f***in' things

and get me outta the trunk!

Wow, seems kind of hostile!

Yeah, I think he

needs time to cool off.

Yeah, I agree.

No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no,

guys, come on...

Bye!

(trunk slams shut)

[Alan] (chuckles) All right, let's

set up camp and get a fire going.

(John chuckling)

(owl hooting)

(muffled laughing and chatter)

[John] What's the ETA on

that food, I'm starving!

(owl hooting over

chirping crickets)

(ominous ambient music)

(zipper crunching)

(cap rattling over

ominous ambient music)

(finger tapping on vial)

(increasingly tense and

ominous ambient music)

(Michael sniffing)

(tent rustling)

(John chuckling)

[Shane] Patience,

I'm making magic here.

[Louie] That's

the kind of magic

that'll put you on the

can all night, man.

This coming from the guy

who lives off of animal

crackers and beer.

Hey, man, it's nutritious, OK?

It keeps you regular.

To animal crackers and beer,

cheers.

(Louie chuckles)

Hey, look who finally

decided to show!

Hey.

Are you still pissed?

What do you think?

I think you

should get over it.

(men chuckling)

You want a cold one, man?

Sure, thanks.

(cooler rustling)

(fire crackling over

chirping crickets)

(Michael gasps)

Well, bet you're

probably wondering

what you're doing out in

the middle of nowhere,

just freezin' your ass off.

Yeah, where are we?

Would you rather be in Vegas

- gettin' a lap dance right now?

- No.

Yes, please, I would.

(men chuckling)

Yeah, that was a pretty

epic bachelor party.

Except you weren't there.

And now, we are broke,

so welcome to Plan B.

Yeah, well your Plan B

really f***ed things

up for me, man.

C'mon, you hate that job.

I'm talkin' about Jess.

What?

(owl hooting)

(scoffs) Dude,

she's on board, man.

What are you talkin' about?

(Alan chuckles)

Man, who do you think

packed your panties for you?

[Michael] Are you kidding me?

I think it's time for a toast.

Gentlemen, for our first

toast, we're gonna do it right.

This bottle was

not cheap, all right?

But these golden

drops have been aging

in oak barrels for

the past 45 years

just waiting for

the right moment...

All right, Shakespeare, I

think we get the idea here.

Let's just drink this sh*t!

Do you even know what

45-year scotch tastes like?

- Your mailman.

- All right, all right, all right, all right!

All right, all right,

to Michael and Jess.

[All] To Michael and Jess.

(crickets chirping)

(men groaning and gasping)

Is it supposed

to taste this bad?

(men chuckling)

(distant animal hooting

over chirping crickets)

(distant animal hooting

over fire crackling)

[Alan] Dude, how's the

wedding planning going?

It's good, but you

would not believe

how expensive this stuff is.

(liquid bubbling

over muffled chatter)

And we're having, like, 45

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