The Unraveling

(ominous ambient music with occasional crackling static)

(tense and ominous ambient music)

(Michael sighing over muffled clatter and rattling)

Hey, it's OK!

No, it's OK.

- I ca, I can't feel my legs (panting).

I don't know what's happening.

- It's OK, you're just having a bad trip,

but you're gonna be fine.

You're safe, all right?

You just need to try to lie down and relax.

Here, let me help you.

Easy!

(Emily gasping over swell of ominous ambient music)

There you go.

You just need to breathe!

I know (moans).

- You're gonna be fine, trust me.

(Michael sighing over ominous ambient music)

(ominous, pulsing ambient music with uneasy piano)

Hey, did I wake you?

- Where were you last night?

- Gary didn't have enough drivers,

so I had to work a double.

Here.

I made you some breakfast.

- You promised you wouldn't do this anymore.

I don't have a choice.

This baby is gonna be here before we know it,

and we still have a wedding to pay for.

Stop, please!

Why can't you trust me?

- Just be honest with me, Michael.

- You know I'm done with that shit.

(birds chirping over distant traffic humming)

What's this?

- Finally got paid for all those night shifts.

How much is in here?

Six grand.

They paid you $6000 in cash?

- If you don't want it, I'm sure I can find somebody

that would take it off our hands, you know?

No, I didn't say that.

(birds chirping over distant traffic humming)

- (sighs) Just need to work this job a few more months.

- I just really don't like you being out all night.

- I know, and as soon as this baby comes,

I'm gonna quit, OK?

I promise.

Shit (sighs).

I'm running late, I gotta go.

I love you.

Bye.

(Jess sighs over expressive but unsettling electronic music)

(ominous and unsettling electronic music)

Hey, Mike, you know I did Alan

a favor by hiring you, right?

Yeah, I know.

- Show some fuckin' respect, be here on time!

Got it.

Wow!

(cap rattling over unsettling electronic music)

(Michael gasps over swell of ominous ambient music)

(Michael sniffs and gasps over unsettling electronic music)

(tape crinkling over whirring machinery)

Fuck!

(lid slams shut over jarring electronic accent)

Come on!

What the fuck?

(Michael grunting and groaning over muffled chatter)

Come on, get his hands!

Oh, no, oh, Jesus!

Somebody help me!

(throbbing, unsettling bass tones)

(ominous and unsettling electronic accent)

(engine rumbling over chirping birds)

(doors rattling over ominous electronic music)

- It's time to pay, Michael.

(swell of tense electronic music)

You assholes!

You assholes, what the hell is this?

- This is what happens when you don't show up

to your own bachelor party.

That's not cool, dude!

- Cut me out of these fuckin' things

and get me outta the trunk!

Wow, seems kind of hostile!

- Yeah, I think he needs time to cool off.

Yeah, I agree.

- No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, guys, come on--

Bye!

- (chuckles) All right, let's set up camp and get a fire going.

- What's the ETA on that food, I'm starving!

(owl hooting over chirping crickets)

(cap rattling over ominous ambient music)

(increasingly tense and ominous ambient music)

- Patience, I'm making magic here.

- That's the kind of magic

that'll put you on the can all night, man.

This coming from the guy

who lives off of animal crackers and beer.

Hey, man, it's nutritious, OK?

It keeps you regular.

To animal crackers and beer,

cheers.

- Hey, look who finally decided to show!

Hey.

Are you still pissed?

What do you think?

- I think you should get over it.

You want a cold one, man?

Sure, thanks.

(fire crackling over chirping crickets)

- Well, bet you're probably wondering

what you're doing out in the middle of nowhere,

just freezin' your ass off.

Yeah, where are we?

Would you rather be in Vegas

gettin' a lap dance right now? - No.

Yes, please, I would.

- Yeah, that was a pretty epic bachelor party.

Except you weren't there.

- And now, we are broke, so welcome to Plan B.

Yeah, well your Plan B

really fucked things up for me, man.

C'mon, you hate that job.

I'm talkin' about Jess.

What?

- (scoffs) Dude, she's on board, man.

What are you talkin' about?

- Man, who do you think packed your panties for you?

Are you kidding me?

I think it's time for a toast.

- Gentlemen, for our first toast, we're gonna do it right.

This bottle was not cheap, all right?

But these golden drops have been aging

in oak barrels for the past 45 years

just waiting for the right moment--

- All right, Shakespeare, I think we get the idea here.

Let's just drink this shit!

- Do you even know what 45-year scotch tastes like?