Dead Night Page #2

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[faint whispers]

Mm. Sorry about

the smell in here.

It doesn't smell.

It doesn't smell

gross in here?

It's probably just wet.

Yeah, the f***ing

drawer's stuck.

[laughs]

- Thank you.

- Mm-hm.

[eerie music]

Do you think that's

the cabin that we're in?

Yeah, looks like it.

[creaking]

Dad?

Jason?

Mr. Pollack?

Ladies,

let's go find their ax.

Get those boots on,

pronto.

Pronto?

Yeah. Pronto.

You, too... blonde girl.

Becky, Dad.

Her name's Becky.

Becky.

Of course.

It's the cancer.

Let's go.

Just go get the bags first,

'kay?

All right.

[wind howling]

The ladies are in this room

with the two beds.

You and I...

are in here.

Wait, wait.

We're sharing a room?

Ah sh*t.

Not cool.

The service up here sucks.

I told my grandma

I'd let her know

I got here safe.

Uh, there's a landline.

Go ahead and use that.

- It's dead.

- Sh*t.

Batteries.

Is there another one?

James, is there a phone

in the bedroom?

I, I didn't see one.

Sorry, honey.

Is Lily gonna worry?

I had texted her from the car

that we're almost here.

It's okay, Mrs. Pollack.

You girls wanna

help me cook dinner?

Brrr.

No luck on the ax.

I'm gonna check the flu.

Then we'll look for wood.

In the woods.

[exhales]

Ready to go?

Jason?

Jason!

What? Uh, no, sorry,

I can't right now.

[sighs]

Last chance.

I'll uh,

I'll help you get it lit.

That's not the hard part.

- James!

- What?

Sorry.

Don't look, kids.

[screams, laughs]

Where are you going?

Getting the wood.

Be careful out there.

Wolves love me.

I'm a wolf person!

Dad?

He's probably out

in the woods somewhere.

I'm not going out there.

What if he needs help

carrying the wood?

Mm, he probably doesn't.

[laughs]

Mom?

She's cooking.

Make sure she

can't anything.

Uh, no thanks.

I'm so glad that you could

come with us this trip.

This would've been worse

than the year

we went to Hoover Dam.

[laughs]

You know,

with my uncle's RV.

- Yeah.

- Oh my God.

My grandma was having a book

club meeting this weekend,

so, glad I could

get out of the house.

God, those old ladies make

the living room sell like,

like weird meat and mint.

[laughs]

That's like weirdly specific.

No, it's gross, though.

It's like a meat cream.

Yeah, that sounds gross.

[laughs]

How is she,

by the way?

She's okay.

She got sick last week.

I know.

You said.

She's okay,

though, right?

Yeah. You know.

Lily's Lily.

Well, she's not that bad.

Oh, come on.

She's not like my parents.

They watch me

every f***ing second.

[exhales]

What causes this woman...

to act in this manner?

Her, her killings

surely were ritualistic,

but I believe her motive

was greed.

Pure and simple.

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