The Unraveling Page #3

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you don't show up for

your own bachelor party.

What the hell is goin' on?

I've been busy.

[Alan] With what?

I have a baby coming, and I'm

trying to pay for a wedding.

I don't have time

to f*** around, man!

Then stop f***in' around!

It hasn't even been

a year since rehab,

and you're already starting to

pull your disappearing acts.

Jess went through hell

for you last time, man!

Sh*t, we all did!

So this is how it's gonna be?

I f*** up once in

my entire life,

and you get to question

me for the rest of it?

Yes!

(scoffs) Well, I don't

know what to tell you, man,

because there's

nothin' goin' on, OK?

Sorry to disappoint you.

Have it your way, man.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Thanks for the pep talk!

Hey, that's what the

best man's for, right?

(ominous and dramatic

orchestral music)

(cork popping)

(liquid sloshing)

(ominous and dramatic

ambient music)

(siren blaring over

ominous ambient music)

(throbbing EDM music)

Hey!

Who the f*** are you?

(throbbing EDM music)

Get the f*** outta here!

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa,

hey-hey, wait-wait-wait!

Achilles, Achilles, he's

cool, he's cool, he's with me.

He's totally cool.

I say who's cool, your

words don't mean sh*t!

I meant no disrespect,

OK, he's money!

(throbbing EDM music)

Look, I can totally

vouch for him, all right?

You sure you wanna do this?

Yeah.

If he plays, he pays.

Of course, all right, yeah.

Dude, I can't believe

you f***in' made it, man.

- [Michael] Hey.

- Oh, sh*t, man!

Don't worry about him, man,

could be on his f***in'

period or something, man.

Why haven't you

called me, huh, huh?

(gate rattling)

[Alan] Hey, hey!

What?

[Alan] You need

to get out of here.

[Shane] It woke me up, I have

no idea where it came from.

[Alan] No, no,

I heard it, too.

You mean up here?

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

like, along this treeline.

Maybe he's using the bathroom.

I don't think he's

using the bathroom.

Well, I'm gonna go check.

What's goin' on?

[Shane] I heard

somebody screaming,

I th, I think it was John.

Wait, how do you

know it's John?

I'm tellin' ya, it was John.

Something's not right.

John?

Hey, John!

(wind rustling)

(sighs) We're gonna

have to go look for him.

Let's split up, you

two go that way.

Louie, you come with me.

Man, this better not

be another stupid prank.

[Alan] C'mon.

[Shane] Let's go.

Yeah.

[Alan] C'mon.

(footsteps crunching)

- John!

- Hey John, are you out here?

[Alan] John?

God, dude, it's freezing

out here, let's keep going.

(ominous ambient music)

[Shane] John,

are you out here?

(footsteps crunching over

ominous ambient music)

John?

(Louie sighs)

John?

John?

(wind rustling over

ominous ambient music)

(Louie sighs)

C'mon.

John?

(footsteps crunching over

ominous ambient music)

What are we gonna do?

I don't know, get that

thing outta my face.

Maybe he just went for a walk.

No, no, no,

something's not right.

So?

Each one of us are gonna pick

a direction and spread out.

He could be hurt out there.

No way, I'm not goin'

out there by myself!

I agree.

Well, I guess we should

just call the cops.

My phone's dead.

I don't have any service.

Me neither.

(distant thud)

Someone's in the car.

John, is that you?

Hello?

(wind rustling)

(footsteps crunching)

John, what are you doing?

(footsteps crunching)

John?

(jarring electronic accent)

(Louie gasps)

John, Jesus, John, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

(Alan gasping over

jarring orchestral accent)

(plastic crinkling)

[Shane] I-is he breathing?

No, no, he's, he's gone.

- (scoffs) What, what the f*** happened?

- I don't know.

What do you mean,

you don't know?

Somebody murdered John!

What, you don't

think I can see that?

(tense and ominous

ambient music)

(Alan grunting

over muffled snap)

C'mon, c'mon, I

gotcha, I gotcha.

Here we go (grunts).

Shane, grab his feet, Michael,

get in the car, find the keys.

(tense and ominous

ambient music)

Shane, grab his feet, man!

(grunts) C'mon!

C'mon, careful.

[Shane] (gasps)

OK, I'll get it.

(objects rustling)

(trunk crunching)

(men grunting)

C'mon, in, there we go.

(objects rustling)

I can't find the keys.

Look in the glove compartment.

I just did!

What if John has 'em?

(clothes rustling over dramatic,

ominous orchestral music)

Got 'em.

(trunk crunches shut)

Let's go.

[Shane] OK.

(doors slamming shut)

(ignition clicking)

(sighs) You gotta

be kidding me!

What?

(ignition clicking)

Come on, you son of a b*tch!

(ignition clicking)

Push down on the brake...

I am, I've got no power!

God, I can't believe this!

(hand thunk against wheel)

(Alan panting and sighing)

[Shane] Where are you going?

I'm gonna go check on the battery.

C'mon, give me a hand.

OK.

(hood creaking)

Oh, no, battery

cables are gone.

Well, that's it, we're done.

We're not goin' anywhere.

(Alan sighs)

(birds fluttering)

Let's get back in the car.

Yeah.

(hood slamming shut over jarring

electronic accent) Jesus!

Did you fix it?

No, we're stuck.

What, is it the battery?

[Alan] The cables are missing.

- What?

- They're missing, someone took them.

- F***!

- OK, now that, guys, that, that's it!

- This is insane, we can't stay here.

- Where are we gonna go?

I don't know, but we can't stay here!

We're sitting ducks!

[Alan] You wanna

run through the woods

in the middle of the night?

No, I don't, but we

can't be trapped here.

- How far is the nearest town?

- I don't know, pretty far, I think.

What are we talkin', like

10 miles, 20 miles, what?

Maybe, I don't know, definitely

too far to run in the dark!

I'd rather take

my chances, man.

Yeah, yeah, me, too.

If we go out there right

now, we're easy targets.

You don't think we're

easy targets here?

How are we even gonna

defend ourselves?

This car is the only

shelter we've got,

and I've got my knife.

There could be

10 people out there

with something much

worse than a knife, man!

You wanna go out there

lookin' for sticks

and rocks and sh*t?

No, I don't, but I'm

just trying to help, man!

Hey, look, it's only

a few hours til morning.

Let's stay awake, stay alert,

and we'll hike out

at first light.

All right?

All right?

Yeah.

All right (panting), c'mon.

(Alan panting over

rattling doors)

(tense and ominous

ambient music)

(sighs) This is

f***ing unbelievable!

(Michael sighing over

unsettling ambient music)

(swell of tense and

ominous ambient music)

(crowd chattering over

throbbing EDM music)

(liquid bubbling)

(crowd chattering over

throbbing EDM music)

[Emily] Hey, will you

pour me one of those?

Sure.

I could use a drink.

Where are you from?

England.

I can't imagine this

feels too much like home.

You'd be surprised.

Who brought you here?

[Emily] My roommate,

how 'bout you?

I don't have an excuse.

(birds chirping over

rumbling bass tones)

(pounding on window)

Get out here, now!

Sh*t.

(door rattling over

ominous ambient music)

What?

Sh*t!

Where the hell is John, man?

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