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How are we gonna tell her about Brad?

-He was our responsibility.

-I don't wanna worry about that now!

I just wanna figure out some

goddamn way to get out of here.

I'm sorry.

Talk about a merry

f***ing Christmas.

You are not gonna open that.

That's my Uncle Herb's present.

I need this a whole hell of a lot more

than your Uncle Herb right now.

Let's face it. We are lost, Frank.

This road is not going to Mom's.

Let's turn around.

We should turn around, Frank.

We just passed a sign.

Marcott can't be too far.

Hey, Sis.

Mom... Mom and Dad are kinda

going off the deep end, huh?

They are really losing it.

This whole thing is

pretty f***ing crazy, huh?

Mare?

Mare?

Come on, you've gotta snap

out of it, okay? You have to.

We need you back here.

I... I need you.

Mom is always going on about

what a great shrink you are, so...

you are the only person that can

figure a way out of this. Damn it!

Do you remember when

your hamster disappeared...

and I told you it had been

abducted by aliens?

Well, I lied. Okay?

It was me.

Me and Kevin. We stuck it

in the microwave and we fried it.

Marion?

Dad!

Dad, it's here again.

Richard, I am fed up

with your stupid jokes.

-lt wasn't me this time. I swear.

-Richard, we do not have time...

Christ! I'm telling you the truth,

your f***ing a**holes!

Frank, would you say something

for once?

-I think we'd better get out of here.

-Get going.

We should have passed

a town or a gas station or...

a motel, or a crossroads,

a junction, something by now!

I know. I know.

Just calm down, Laura.

It's probably one of those closed

roads that forest rangers use.

God! I just feel like

we've been driving forever.

What is this forest?

Is this like the Amazon?

Last year, I had to drive to Lakewood

to talk with a client and I went...

...on a very roundabout way.

-What you seem to do sometimes.

I was driving and driving until I had

to turn back to the road I came from.

-What are you talking about?

-Some of these roads are designed...

by engineers who weren't qualified

to build a goddamn bird house!

-So?

-So? That's that!

That's that...

Lakewood? Isn't there where

Sally Schmidt bought her cottage?

Yeah, I think so.

Jesus Christ!

-What was that?

-Some kind of a radio talk show.

-That was no talk show.

-A public radio, or something.

Public radio? Right.

-No! Damn it!

-You just said it was public radio!

I don't know what it was!

I don't wanna know what it was!

I just wanna get to the police

before anything else goes wrong.

And I thought last year's

Christmas was bad.

And what was wrong with

last year's Christmas?

-Let's see... Everything?

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