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That's my secret.

MASON:
In the last quarter.

C'mon Noah, don't be a dick.

NOAH EVANS:
Alright, take

the most you ever made.

MASON:
Okay.

NOAH EVANS:
More than double that.

MASON:
Twelve thirty, no f***ing way.

NOAH EVANS:
Higher.

MASON:
You dog, You dog! Dog, you

dirty dog. Who's your intel?

I know you're using intel to

get those numbers.

NOAH EVANS:

I will never tell my secrets.

MASON:
Oh yeah.

NOAH EVANS:
Even to you.

MASON:
I'll tell you secrets.

NOAH EVANS:
Whoa. Somebody must

be looking out for us today.

Look at that, would you? Sh*t.

Let's go.

MASON:
A 1970 Chevelle.

NOAH EVANS:
1971, Chevelle Super Sport.

MASON:
How we doing ma'am?

REAGAN:
Uh, I'm not really sure.

NOAH EVANS:
Well shoot, why don't

you let us give you a hand.

REAGAN:
Um, I'm fine.

NOAH EVANS:
I wouldn't be so

sure about that, you know.

REAGAN:
What? Are you a

mechanic or something?

NOAH EVANS:
No, but, uh, you

seem to have got yourself

in quite a pickle here. Car

broken down, stranded out in the

middle of nowhere. Shoot, you're

lucky you ran into us.

REAGAN:
No, triple A is on the way.

I'll be just fine.

MASON:
Well, you know, there's a

service station about 3 miles up

on the left hand side. I'd be

happy to take you.

We ain't got nothing

but one tow truck in this

whole damn God forsaken town.

And I take it you've been

out here for a while now.

NOAH EVANS:
Uh, we ain't been

watching long, not long at all.

It's just that, uh, Willie he's

out fishing, and he's the only

tow in the county.

MASON:
Where was it, that Willy

said that he was hiding out today.

What was it, uh, Willows

Creek or was it Fletcher's Pond?

[SLAMS HOOD]

NOAH EVANS:
That's Willows Creek I

think, but it don't matter much

either way, 'cause it's 15 to

shore's edge.

45 to the main road, another 30 here,

that's, uh, that's

an hour and a-half before he

gets here. And that's, that's

even if he got the call.

MASON:
You got somewhere you got to be?

REAGAN:
Uh, yeah, a race.

MASON:
A race?

NOAH EVANS:
Oh, what are you, you run?

REAGAN:
Yeah, I guess

you could say that.

MASON:
That's perfect.

NOAH EVANS:
Well then, uh, why don't

you just let us get you on down to

the service station. And get you

all setup. Shoot,

we might even get that little

race of yours in for you.

REAGAN:
Um... yeah. Sure, why not.

NOAH EVANS:
Great. Don't you worry,

we'll take real good care of you.

MASON:
Ladies first, I insist.

REAGAN:
Okay.

NOAH EVANS:
Be a gentleman,

open the door for her.

MASON:
Let me get the door for you.

REAGAN:
Thank you.

NOAH EVANS:
Come on

now, slide on in there.

Ain't much room in here, but

don't you worry, we won't bite.

REAGAN:
NOAH EVANS:

Bless you. So, Uh...

MASON:
Thank you.

NOAH EVANS:
How was it you, uh,

came down this road anyway?

REAGAN:
I was just trying

to get to this track meet.

But until I--

NOAH EVANS:
Oh, that's right

you're a runner. Right.

MASON:
Alright, y'all ready?

MASON:
Where are you from?

REAGAN:
Uh, Tampa.

NOAH EVANS:
Tampa, there's

real nice folks in Tampa.

MASON:
Real nice.

REAGAN:
Yeah.

MASON:
Bet you ain't spent much

time in the woods and all.

REAGAN:
Are you serious?

MASON:
Yeah.

REAGAN:
I ain't spent a

night no ways in my life,

and I don't care to either.

NOAH EVANS:
Alright.

REAGAN:
Um, I'm sorry. It's

just been a rough morning.

NOAH EVANS:
That's alright, we

understand. It ain't too much

further now here to be a real,

safe hands. That's right.

REAGAN:
Ok.

MASON:
Why call Triple A, I mean,

why not just call your boyfriend

and have him come get you.

REAGAN:
Boyfriend?

MASON:
Yeah.

REAGAN:
Really.

MASON:
It's a fair question, trust me.

REAGAN:
Um, right now

I'm just focused on me.

MASON:
Oh, right.

REAGAN:
Is that the answer

you were hoping to hear?

NOAH EVANS:
Yeah, actually, uh, it was.

REAGAN:

Hey! [MUFFLED SCREAMS]

NOAH EVANS:
Yeah! Woo!

MASON:
A f***ing runner! Yeah!

Bet she's real f***in' fast! Yeah!

JARRING SPOOKY MUSIC

ZOE [WHISPERS]:
Hey. Psst! Psst, hey!

Are you alive? Please be alive.

ZOE [WHISPERS]:
Hey. Psst! Psst, hey!

Are you alive? Please be alive.

[Footsteps coming up stairs]

[HEAVY DOOR OPENS]

MASON:
Eenie... Meenie... Miney... Mo!

ZOE:
No, no. Please don't.

No, no! No, no!

ZOE:
No, no. Please don't.

No, no! No, no!

Stop, stop! No!

Stop! No, no, just stop it! No.

No. Stop it, no.

Get off of me! Ahhh! No! No!

No! Stop it, No.

MASON:
No, no. You f***ing whore.

[Zoe SCREAMS]

Music intensifies, erratic

Music fades to normal

JARRING ADRENALINE PUMPING MUSIC

MASON:
Get that b*tch!

NOAH EVANS:
Okay, here we go.

[Dog barks ferociously]

KIM (V.O.):
You hear a sound, you

move, and when you get that twitch.

There's no one on earth who

can catch you.

[Dogs bark and snarl]

MASON:
F***. F***!

MASON:
That girl had something in her.

NOAH EVANS:
Take the truck

and watch the road.

I'll meet you in the woods.

[BARK! BARK!]

NOAH EVANS:
Oh that's it.

Run, baby, run!

[HOWL] yeah!

And the road ends. You are a runner.

Hey...

Sh*t!

Damn it. Mace, that girl's got heart.

She just jumped Hangman's

Cliff. Alright, stay north of

Miller's Pond. She's not crossing back.

Papa is going to bring home dinner.

KIM:
What?

REAGAN:
21, tenths?!

KIM:
That's what it takes.

REAGAN:
You know, I hate this.

KIM:
You know what, you

just don't get it, do you?

You're not me.

REAGAN:
Oh, I know I'm not you.

I'm not trying to be either.

KIM:
You're faster than me.

You know that, right?

REAGAN:
Then why can't I beat you?

KIM:
Oh, don't get me wrong.

You can't touch me right now.

But one day if you do things

the right way,

all my records will be yours.

REAGAN:
You're records? Yeah right.

KIM:
It might as well be you. Who

else would do what I've done

here but my little sister, huh?

REAGAN:
It'll never happen.

KIM:
One day it will. It's

the natural order of things.

You just don't know it yet. But

you have no idea

what you're capable of. And I

want you to. Go, come on.

REAGAN:
Okay, fine!

REAGAN:
F***!

God. Sh*t.

Ok.

REAGAN:
Please, help. Please. Um, hello?

Come on! Come on!

[STATIC, and a muffled voice]

Oh... Oh, help please

I'm, I've been taken. I'm, I'm

in a cabin in, um, in the

clearing. I was taken

by two men. I... Please, I think

they want to, uh,

they're going to kill me.

NOAH EVANS (V.O.): Are you keeping warm?

It's going to be a cold one out

there. (LAUGHS)

REAGAN:
Why me?

NOAH EVANS (V.O.): Why does the

hound need the fox? A chase!

So go on little pup, and run.

REAGAN:
What do you want from me?

NOAH EVANS (V.O.): I think you know.

[Screeching ATV]

REAGAN:
Damn it! Damn it, ok.

[Air seeps out of the tire]

JARRING MUSIC:

Dammit. Where am I?!?

It's cold. I'm freezing!

Okay. Okay... there's got

to be something.

Give me something.

Okay!

Keep it together.

[Branch crackles]

REAGAN:
Hello. Help, please, is

anyone in there? Are you in there?

CLAUDINE:
I thought I might heard

somebody around these parts.

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