- Rawlings. - Yeah.
Take care of this. Make sure you contact the boy's family.
I'll take care of it.
So he didn't tell you about any of it? The fights in college, failing classes?
Leave of absence? Anti-depressants?
We didn't hear from him much this year.
I guess he couldn't get over what happened last summer.
If there's anything you guys want to add to your statements,
anything you think I should know...
No.
- Okay. We're done here. - Thanks, Officer.
Call me.
I know that you're alone for the weekend
and
I don't have to worry about you, do I?
No. No.
I'm okay.
Don't worry. This is over.
You can go home.
I'll call you.
- Lf I have any more questions. Yeah. - Yeah.
- Rawlings. - Yeah.
Get that to the Sheriff for me. Thanks.
I can't believe Roger was behind this.
I can't believe he got the hook out of the lake.
This was not our fault.
Someone else is dead now.
- Yeah, and we're all safer for it. - How do you just move on?
Because it's over, for good.
So it wasn't Roger.
Of course it was.
He's crazy, he killed himself.
Did he?
Because someone just did this.
Lance.
Lance!
Take it easy, timber boy.
Whoa, man, you almost got yourself a free nose job there.
We just want to talk.
I don't know if you heard about last night, but...
Yeah. I heard.
I'm sorry.
Tomorrow's July 4, a year since P.J.'s death.
It must've pushed Roger over the edge.
Yeah. I guess.
We just wanted to stop by and see how you're doing.
What is this, some kind of group therapy session?
Yeah, it is.
Here's a piece of advice, nobody likes a troublemaker.
That's funny, coming from you.
Look, we were all P.J.'s friends.
Lance, if there's something that you know that's bothering you,
just tell us.
Okay. How about this?
I never understood why you dated such an asshole.
Got your notes, jackass.
- What are you talking about? - Colby, just stop it.
You think we're scared? Huh? You think we care?
You know what, you've got a lot of nerve coming down here starting shit with me!
You should worry a little less about me, and a little more about my uncle.
Sheriff Davis? Why?
He came down here yesterday, asking about some secret.
Lucky you got a chainsaw, douche bag.
All right, Colby, do you honestly think the town sheriff is running around
in a fisherman's outfit, playing hide and creep with us?
The guy was Special Forces in the Army. They live for this kind of shit.
Besides, his own son died.
Look, we have to do something.
We have to tell him that we know he's on to us.
Colby, it's the Sheriff.
Not Lance. It's not like we can just walk up and accuse him.
Kent, we got to figure out what's going on tomorrow
because we're short a couple of guys, everybody's calling in sick on me.
So if you could get on that...
You really want to sit back
and see how this psycho plans to celebrate the anniversary of P.J.'s death?
We'll just have the usual.
Look, I know what I'm doing. You're just going to have to trust me.
Yeah, I tried that before. Remember?
Hey, Zoe. Yeah, I'm almost done packing. I'll be there in like 30 minutes.
Okay, bye.
Don't jump.
Turns out we didn't get to finish our conversation today.
I'm sorry. Things have been crazy, we didn't...
Come on, Amber.
This is part of your guys' game, isn't it? It's Colby's idea, right?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I know what you did last summer.
What?
P.J. Told me. Before it all went down.
It's funny, I'd never even heard of this stupid Fisherman
until you guys thought that he should come visit.
- Lance, it was an accident. - But you guys just couldn't get enough.
A year later, and the pranks just keep on coming.
- You tell Colby that if he tries anything... - Lance. You're in trouble.
We didn't do this, you have to believe me.
So who did?
I don't know.
Harry?
What the hell?
- My uncle didn't do this. - Who invited him here anyway?
The guy who played arts and crafts on my bike.
- So, Lance, who do you think it was? - I don't know.
A lot of people got pissed off about last year.
Look, we have to go to Hafner.
He's your buddy, he said he'd help us. He's the only one we can trust.
Okay.
Let's just say that it's Davis.
We rat on him and he'll just tell everyone about last year.
We deny everything.
We say the guy lost his mind, he lost his son, he's taking it out on us.
You're the one losing it, Colby.
Come on, Amber! We're the victims here.
- What's wrong with you? - Chill out, man.
She's just trying to figure things out.
Yeah, what if we're wrong about the Sheriff?
We say we're sorry, we panicked, we got it wrong, whatever!
The point is, we got to tell Hafner so we can be protected.
You know I'm right.
Hey.
What's going on?
Hey.
You said if we ever needed to talk...
Yeah. Yeah, come on back.
Just having a few friends over.
- Maybe this isn't such a good time after all. - It depends on what you want to talk about.
It's about P.J., isn't it?
The anniversary?
Hey, who wants another one?
- Hey, yeah. - Yeah, I'll take one.
Uncle Paul.
- What'd I miss? - Something about your son.
We've all been having some problems the last few days.
- It kind of stems back to... - Tomorrow's the 4th.
And even though the carnival's canceled, that guy's still, you know, out there.
What if he decides to go after someone else?
Everything we do just makes this worse and worse.
We've got to get out of here.
- Tomorrow. - What's that going to do?
It's going to take the big night away from this freak.
Hold on, I'm not going anywhere with him.
- You better tell your boyfriend to chill out. - Okay, you two stop it.
We're sticking together and we're getting out of here.
And by the way, he's not my boyfriend.
Wow! He's already got driver status, huh?
Look what I got.
What are you doing with that?
I went and got it from Roger's so we can get rid of it once and for all.
Chuck it in a damn volcano.
Where's your stuff?
I don't know how to say this.
I just found out there's going to be some agents at the show tonight.
They book clubs all over the state, maybe even L.A.
I'm sorry, I just can't miss out on this.
Zoe, we had a plan.
I am going to be on a stage, in front of a crowd, with security all around.
- What's safer than that? - Leaving town.
- You guys go without me. - Okay, let's go.
No, no, no, guys. We got to stick together here.
Fine. Then we're all going to the show.
Look, you play your song,
then we get in the car, and we'll head out of there.
Whatever.
I'm not hanging around here all day, I'll meet you there.
Buy me a ticket.
Here. This is how we got the idea for that damn prank.
What is this?
Zoe put all this together.
We thought it was a big hoax, but it turns out to be based on a real guy.
On the 4th of July, this guy goes crazy.
He kills a bunch of kids in this little fishing town.
Supposedly it was some kind of revenge.
Then a year later, he goes after them again,
on some island in the Caribbean and dies there.
- Starting his own legend. - Yeah.
They were all stalked for a few days before July 4.
Sounds familiar.
I finally graduate high school, my real life is supposed to be starting and look at me,
I'm worried that I'm even going to make it through the night.
I'll be here with you.
Yeah.
You always have been.
Oh, aren't you two
cute.
Glad you could make it.
- Zoe goes on soon. - Yeah, I can't fricking wait.
- You're drunk. - No, I'm self-medicated.
- You want some? - No, thank you.
So, Lancey Pants, where's your uncle who's not trying to kill us?
He's working.
- Okay, let's move it along. - The night's still young, right?
Yeah. Let's just go in.
This sucks!
I'm going to get another cocktail.
Colby.
Colby don't...
I'll be back in a second.
Show time!
- Try not to die out there. - Let's roll. Come on, let's go.
Okay, people, next up,
let's get ready to rock and roll with Zoe and the Hooks!
- She's good. - No. She's awesome!
Your uncle's right there.
Yeah, I found it, man. Thanks for the hook up, dude.
All right, later.
All right.
Babe, you rocked up there.
That was incredible.
An agent from L.A. Asked for my info.
- That's awesome! - I know!
So can we go now?
All right.
Would you chill? Nothing's going to happen in the next two minutes.
Ready?
Come on! Come on!
Where is he?
We got to find a way out of here.
Where the hell are we?
- Where's Zoe? - I don't know.
Where the hell is she?
Amber? Lance?
Come on, please!
Amber!
Oh, God.
No, don't.
No!
Zoe!
I know, I know. We got to get help. Come on.
Hafner, we got a problem. You copy?
- Yeah, go ahead. - I got a dead girl at the back of the lodge.
- Call for backup. - Copy that.
Come out of there!
Uncle Paul, please, you don't understand.
- Looks pretty clear. - He's trying to kill us.
Who's trying to kill you? Where is he?
- Yo! - Colby, where are you?
I'm having some vodka.
- Feeling pretty good. - He's here.
- Who's here? - The Fisherman.
- You mean Sheriff Davis? - No. No, he's dead, and so is Zoe.
He's after all of us.
Get the hell out of the lodge.
That might be a problem.
Colby, Colby where are you?
I'm in the kitchen.
Okay, don't move, we're coming!
Colby.
Are you okay?
Hey, you've reached Colby, leave a message.
Look! The door.
Colby?
Amber.
We got to get out of here.
Oh, thank God.
John! You have to help us.
Why're you covered in blood?
You... You don't understand.
There's something you don't know.
- It's about what happened last year. - I know.
I know what you did last summer.
Roger told me. Last week.
He was freaking out! He wanted to confess everything!
I told him it was too late, he should just keep his mouth shut.
I had no idea how far he'd take that.
You knew?
And you kept it a secret?
I did it for you, Amber.
But everything's different now, isn't it? I searched your car.
I found a box with a hook!
- No... - Now get in the truck!
No.
Oh, God.
Get back.
It's you!
- Look, I don't know how this happened. - It's you.
Oh, my God.
All right, asshole, on the ground. Hands on your head.
Put your hands up or you're a dead man.
Put them up!
Go!
Stay down, asshole.
There's no way!
- Go, go! Come on! - Come on!
Come on!
Go, go! We got to go! Come on! Come on!
Do it!
Come on!
No, no!
Where'd he go?
He's gone.
What was that black shit coming out of his arm?
I don't know.
It's the guy from 10 years ago who killed all those kids.
- Amber, that was not a guy. - It's the legend.
- It's become true. - I can't believe this.
P.J. Died, we kept it a secret.
But we can hurt him.
- This hurt him. - Come on, we've got to turn ourselves in!
Think about it, Lance. No one is going to believe us!
I'm going after him.
Amber. Wait.
Come on.
Where are we going?
- I know this one is open. - Hurry up, I think he's coming.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Oh, shit. Hurry, here he comes.
- This way? - No! This way.
This way.
- Okay, come on. - Okay.
Wait.
Okay.
- Put the hook right there. Right there. - Yeah.
Right there. Okay.
Come over here.
Almost there.
Don't move it until I tell you.
Okay, you ready?
Lance, over there!
No, up there.
Now!
He's gone.
Amber, Amber. We got to keep going, we can't stay here.
Come on, come on. Let's go.
No!
Lance, no!
The secret dies with you.
You sure you can't ID this guy?
I couldn't really see his face.
But he's not from around here.
Just some crazy guy who wanted more of what he got last summer.
He won't bother anybody again.
Yeah.
It's over.
- Hello? - Miss me yet?
Hey! Where you at?
Nevada. Near the state line.
I should be back in L.A. In four hours.
We are finally going to be off the long distance plan.
- What was that? - I don't know.
I think I just blew a tire.
Amber, you okay?
Yeah, it's a flat tire.
I don't know what could have done that.
Somebody around there to help you out?
No, there's nobody out here.
You got a spare?
Lance? Are you there?
Lance, hello?