(radio clicks) (static hissing)
- [Man] The Bible says about moral purity and fairness
and honesty and- (upbeat rock music)
(static hissing)
(gentle pensive music)
(gentle lilting music)
♪ I walked from New York and back from L.A. ♪
♪ I lived on a mountain and once by the bay ♪
♪ I bought a new house and I slept in the hay ♪
♪ But there's no place that's softer than ♪
♪ Living today is just getting so bad ♪
♪ There's a look on your face ♪
♪ And it says you've been had ♪
♪ You can take all my money ♪
♪ But don't make me mad ♪
♪ 'Cause there's nobody meaner than ♪
(car engine revving) (wind whistling)
(metal squeaking)
(car doors thudding)
- Wow, Grant. This is pretty shitty.
- It's a free place to stay for the weekend.
- Yeah, a weekend at Spring Valley Lake
not Death Valley's butthole.
- Sam, the Lake is 20 minutes away.
- (sighs) I'm just saying it's pretty fucking dry out here.
- It's perfect.
- (sighs) Goddamn it, I left my fucking lighter
at the diner. - [Michael] Shit,
this is what I'm talking about.
- Jesus, Michael, what is your infatuation
with condemned houses?
- This house tells a story. - Yeah. Pay your bills.
- [Jesse] What happened? - [Grant] I don't know.
It's been like that since I was a kid.
- [Michael] When was the last time you were here?
- Not since I was a kid.
(tense ominous music)
(latch clicks) (hinges squeaking)
(keys rattling)
(Michael chuckles)
- Hell, yeah, man. This is great.
(gentle foreboding music)
Hey, you bag this?
- [Grant] No, uh, my grandfather did.
I never really got into hunting.
How about you? - Yeah. Every summer.
(sighs) So what the hell you do around here, man?
- What do you mean?
- I mean, you used to come here as a kid and do what?
- I would write stories.
- Grant writes biblical fiction.
- It's like fictional characters set in biblical times.
- Like Jason and the Argonauts?
- No, I don't, I don't know what that is.
(lighter clicking) - It's
a fucking awesome movie.
I'm pretty sure it's biblical fiction.
- Guys, look what I found. (chuckles)
So, aside from writing Bible stories,
what else is there to do around here?
- I brought Monopoly. - You're joking, right?
- (chuckles) No, I'm serious.
- Jesus Christ. - Ah, I brought some coke.
- Why don't we just go to the lake right now?
- (sighs) Come on, we're beat. I mean, I'm beat.
Why don't we just hang out here?
- Yeah, I'm fine with hanging out here tonight.
- Fine. I need to smoke.
(hinges squeaking) (door thuds)
- Did you really bring coke?
- Yeah. Do you want some?
- No.
(tense ominous music)
(lighter clicking)
- (grunts) Fucker!
Oh, my god. (both chuckling)
What a shithole.
- Yeah. No kidding.
- Seriously? Biblical fiction?
- He's really sweet. Just give him a chance.
- (sighs) All right, I'll give the dork a shot.
I just hope you guys
weren't planning on getting any sleep this weekend.
- And why is that? - Oh, my God.
- Oh, my god. You're disgusting.
(both chuckling)
(gentle serene music)
Do you ever wish you could be a bird?
No, I'm serious. (Sam chuckles)
I mean, what a beautiful life to have.
You can see the whole world from up there.
Just take it all in, fly wherever you want.
- I mean, I guess.
- And that connection they all have.
I mean, you know how they all seem to fly as one thing
even though there are tons of them.
They just keep each other safe up there.
- Jesse.
He lives on the other side of the country.
I'm not gonna let anyone hurt.
- No, I know. (sighs)
(truck engine rumbling)
- Keep moving, asshole.
(truck door slams) (tense foreboding music)
- Can I help you, sir?
- What do you want?
- You are a burnt offering. A food offering.
An aroma pleasing the Lord.
Aaron's sons shall arrange the pieces,
including the head and the fat,
on the wood as it's burning on the altar.
(tense foreboding music continues)
Aaron's sons shall arrange the pieces.
- What the fuck is he talking about?
Who the fuck is Aaron? (truck engine revving)
(mattress springs squeaking)
- Fuck.
(latch clicking) - Everything okay?
- (sighs) Yeah, man, it's great.
- Sorry for the lack of amenities.
- Ah, no worries. (exhales deeply)
Ah, I think I'm gonna go over to that gnarly house
and maybe try and get some pictures or something.
- Yeah. I'll come with you.
- Sure. (zipper buzzing)
- Okay. We're staying in a motel.
- [Grant] What happened? - This old man,
this fucking creep, just started spouting crazy gibberish
at us. - From the Bible.
- Whatever, it was weird.
- What exactly did he say?
- Um, something about us being a burnt offering?
- [Grant] It's probably nothing.
But if you want to leave, we can.
- (scoffs) Are you kidding me?
You guys want to leave because of some backwoods hillbilly?
- Shut the fuck up, Michael.
You don't know weird this was, okay?
- Fuck, I don't wanna pay for a hotel, all right?
I wanna go over, get some pictures of this house,
you guys just need to chill the fuck out.
- Oh, okay, great. Have fun, Ansel Adams.
Just leave us here with the psychotic Bible-thumpers.
(door thuds) - Are you okay?
- I'm a little freaked out.
- I'll pay for a motel tonight.
- (sighs) No. No, it's okay.
We can stay here. - Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- Okay. I'm gonna go catch up with him.
I'll be right back.
(latch clicks)
(hinges squeaking) (door thuds)
- What the fuck?
(tense ominous music)
(camera shutter clicks)
(wind whistling) (gentle foreboding music)
- (sighs) What is that fucking smell?
(camera shutter clicks)
(hinges creaking) (camera shutter clicks)
(floorboards creaking)
(tense foreboding music)
(gentle ominous music)
- Jesse?
Hey! I'm gonna go have a smoke.
Okay? - Okay.
(latch clicks) (hinges squeaking)
(door thuds)
(gentle foreboding music)
- What's with the bat, man?
Where's Michael?
(tense foreboding music)
(Sam shrieks)
(Jesse gasping)
- Jess?
Jesse?
(tense foreboding music swells)
(gentle serene music)
Jesse!
I'm not gonna hurt you!
They were the burnt offering. (rattlesnake rattling)
I brought you here for salvation!
(rattlesnake hisses)
Fuck!
(car engine revving)
(Grant screams)
(brakes screeching) (tense upbeat music)
(Jesse gasping)
(Grant screams)
(car engine revving)
(Grant screams) (brakes screeching)
(car engine sputtering)
(Jesse sobbing)
(car engine sputtering continues)
(Jesse shrieking)
(shotgun cocking)
(Jesse shrieks) (shotgun booms)
(wind whistling)
(tense dramatic music)
♪ La, la, la, la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la ♪