The Raking

[eerie music ]

[woman screaming]

[crickets chirping]

You're seriously

not gonna say anything?

What do you want me to say?

I already said I was sorry.

Well, sorry isn't enough!

Then what would be enough, huh?

You know what?

Forget it.

Look, I don't wanna fight.

Okay?

Can you just tell me

what you want me to do?

What? You honestly

don't know what to do?!

If I honestly knew,

I wouldn't have

just asked you right now!

[sighs with exasperation]

[Woman] I asked you 20 minutes

ago to stop for directions.

[Man] And I already told you

I know where I'm going.

[Woman]

I just wanna go home.

[Man]

I know.

[exasperated sigh]

[Man]

Sh*t.

What did you do?

I didn't do anything.

Jesus, George,

you have to be kidding me

We are in the middle of nowhere.

Thank you, Carla. Thank you

for telling me the obvious.

This is so typical.

Look. It was a mistake, okay?

I forgot, you don't make those,

do you?

That is so unfair!

Look. I don't want to fight.

I don't want to fight either.

I just wanna go home.

[scraping]

What was that?!

- [George] I don't know.

- [Child] Mommy!

- George, wait.

- [Child] Mommy? Daddy?

- Wait. I'm scared.

Hey, every-everything's okay.

Did you have a good birthday?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

[scrape]

[Carla screams]

Okay, okay.

Just stay in the car.

Stay in the car.

Be careful!

[suspenseful music ]

[Carla, distraught]

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay, honey.

Don't worry.

[Carla whimpering]

What'd you see?

What is it?

Did you see anything?!

- [George] No!

[Child]

Daddy?

[coyote noises]

[Carla gasps]

[rustling]

[rasping roar]

Oh, my God!

Give me the flashlight

outta the glovebox!

- Okay. Okay.

- Now! Come on!

Here! Here!

[ghastly roar]

[George cries out]

[Carla screaming]

Oh, my God!

[panicked breathing]

[child crying]

George!

[tense music ]

[panicked breathing]

[low growl]

[rustling]

[growl]

[ghastly roar]

[Carla screams]

[panting]

Oh, my God.

[whimpering]

[crying]

Oh, my God.

[crying]

I'm sorry!

[sobbing]

Oh, God!

Come on! Come on!

[slice]

[Carla cries out]

[Carla screams]

[crunching sounds]

Mom!

[slam]

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mom!

[growl]

[Child]

Mommy.

[child cries]

[low growl]

[Child whimpers]

[Child crying out]

[slice]

[Child gasps]

[ghastly roar]

[Child crying]

[crying continues]

[crying fades]

[eerie distorted noise]

[ghastly cry]

[intense spooky music ]

[music fades]

[up-tempo guitar music ]

[breathing deeply,

kissing loudly]

Ah...

Wait...

Maybe we shouldn't, you know...

Okay.

[rock music ]

[woman moaning]

[cries of pleasure]

[moaning]

[contented sigh]

So now do I get an A?

That was clearly

a B performance.

Ah!

Get dressed.

Kidding!

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

[music stops]

You could give it a chance.

I'll tell you what.

I'll give country music a chance

if you let me get out

of doing this year's

lame finals project.

[chuckles]

You know I can't give you

special treatment.

[gentle music ]

I'm sorry. I know you

hate it when I touch it.

I don't hate it, just...

I dunno, I-I can't explain it.

It's okay. I get it.

What's this?

Happy birthday.

My birthday's not 'til tomorrow.

I know, I just...

I couldn't wait.

Thank you.

Wait, maybe you should

open it tomorrow.

Okay...

Sure?

Mmh.

Are you disappointed?

Oh, you never disappoint.

[handle rattles]

[loud pounding on the door]

Sh*t!

- She's such a buzzkill!

[Girl outside]

Kennedy!

Kennedy, open the door!

- Uh...

- [Girl outside] Come on!

I can hear you in there!

I'm a little busy!

F*** you!

It's my room, too!

I need my charger!

Come on!

Kennedy!

What?

What the f***?!

What the hell were you doing

in there?

None of your business.

[scoffs]

F*** me.

What?

Check your email.

Like it's not bad enough that

we're stuck rooming together.

Noah Russell?!

I know.

He's so... aspy.

And we don't even have a fourth.

I'll take care of that.

[fast-paced rock music ]

Why am I here?

We need to talk

about the project.

And that required me

being seen...

here?

I have an A in that class

because I've worked my ass off.

I'm not about to throw it away.

You need to step it up.

You're so dramatic.

Can't you, like,

do a little spell or something

and get us an A?

If I could do spells

don't you think I'd have

a different roommate?

Ha.

[sighs]

Aw, that's really cute.

You're pretending

like you have friends.

I'm texting Noah.

Oh, my God. Ew.

Are you guys, like...

No.

To see if he's coming.

Hey, buddy, how you doin'?

Can I see your ID, please?

All right. Good to go.

Thanks, man.

What?

Sorry, hi.

I'm Noah.

I'm in your guys' group.

Yeah, I know who you are, Noah.

I just texted you.

Right.

Oh, hi.

[inaudible]

[exhales audibly]

Oh, did you guys come together?

[both girls]

No.

All right, look.

Since there's only three of us,

we're all gonna have to

step it up.

I already told you,

I took care of it.

Who?

Mr. Cooper!

Hey, Noah.

Our TA?

Seriously?

Hi, Mr. Cooper.

Well, uh, looks like

we have our group.

Now we just need a topic.

Hold that thought.

I need a drink.

[Bartender] ...making up

for your lack of knowledge

about worldly events.

Well, hello...

- Hello.

Stranger.

What can you recommend?

Well, I guess depends

on how bad it is.

It's pretty bad.

I might not make it.

What's serious?

Do you need help?

[laughs]

I see.

Something for the pain, then.

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