Bloody Murder

I don't understand it. I just filled up the gas tank 20 miles ago.

Well, it's empty now, Bill.

Hey.

Just wondering if you could help me out. My wife...

...my wife and I, we ran out of gas down the road.

Could you give me a lift back to the station?

Whoa.

It's really fortunate I ran into you.

Trevor Moorehouse.

No! No!

No!

How could he drive with a chainsaw for a right hand?

It was his left hand. And I'm telling you it happened.

It's well documented.

Trevor Moorehouse. The guy's legendary in these parts.

Yeah, I mean, I heard something about that.

Bullshit. It's camp-lore.

There's no such person as Trevor Moorehouse.

I guess that's what we'll tell ourselves when we're trying to sleep at night.

How you doing back there, Jewels?

I'm fine.

I'm really glad you decided to come.

Contrary to what your father would have you believe.

I'm not the big bad wolf, Jewels.

Hey.

Let's see.

Dean, Whitney,

Jason, Julie, and Tobe.

Wow! Do you bend spoons, too?

I recognize you from your applications.

I'm Patrick. How's it going?

How are you doing?

I'll be your boss for the next six weeks.

Hey, who else is here?

Hey, Patrick, what do you want us to do with these paint cans?

Uh-oh. Hey, Brad.

This is Julie, Whitney, Jason...

Yeah. Yeah, we've met.

Look, I didn't know he was going to be up here.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Yeah, maybe it isn't.

Somebody wanna fill me in here?

Jason and I used to run track against each other at school.

Last time we ran for qualifications,

he broke his knee 10 yards from the finish line.

Yeah, it's funny. I don't recall us last time you raced.

So I guess most of you know each other.

Hey. - How you doing?

Hey, guys. - Hey.

Hey.

Look, I'm sorry there's some bad history here, guys.

But we got a job to do.

Is this gonna be a problem?

No problem here.

No. No problem.

Good. 'Cause we got a lot of work ahead of us.

Dean and Jason, you guys help me move this wood.

And you three can get started on the food.

All right? Truck's outback.

It frightens me to think that my diet for the next eight weeks

will consist primarily of cream, spinach and Mrs. Pete's Tater Tots.

Ugh, not me. I'm sticking with what I know.

Ritz Crackers and peanut butter.

Basic building blocks of a well-rounded eating disorder.

Wow. No shortage of knives in here.

Look at this.

More than I can say for the rest of the kitchen.

It's pretty bare, isn't it?

Where do you think these go?

Probably in the pantry.

I think I saw it over there.

Jesus! You can cut diamonds with the stuff in here.

Tobe, the door!

Well, don't look at me. I didn't know it locked from the outside.

There was sign posted on the door.

It's summer, all right.

I'm not exactly looking for a reason to read.

Hey, Whit!

So, Dean, am I a happy camper?

Have I ever let you down?

Oh, yeah. (LAUGHS)

Whose is this?

Oh, it's Tobe's.

He brought it to scare the kids.

Get that out of here.

Are you mad?

No, I'm not mad.

Well, you know if it comes down to it,

I'm willing to be with you carnally.

In order to stay warm, of course.

Tobe!

Word of advice for the summer...

Try and plan your hookups in room temperature or above.

You'll never get a girl to take her shirt off in the refrigerator.

Hey! Watch the footing there, Whit.

Dean, I swear to God, I'm gonna kill you.

What's the matter?

Whitney doesn't know how to swim.

No way!

Thanks, Dean.

Hey, wait, hold up, I'll help you guys.

Okay, on the count of three.

One, two, three.

Nice work today, guys.

This is the last one.

Just a little more. - Okay.

Yeah, this is good.

Okay, on three.

One, two, three.

Everybody, meet Drew Zemke.

Drew, this is Whitney, Dean,

Jason, Julie, and Tobe.

Hi, everybody.

Hey. - Hey, how's it going?

Julie, you and Drew will be co-counselors.

Cool.

So, where are you from?

All over. We moved around a lot.

Boston most recently.

What about you?

Small town. About two-and-a-half hours south of here.

Small towns are great.

Yeah, if you don't have to live in one.

Well, try living in a city for a while,

after that, you really crave the peace of a small place.

I don't know.

Oh, come on. Everybody knows your name.

All those deep, dark, hidden secrets

that everybody tries to ignore...

That's good?

Okay. Where else have you lived?

That's it. I've lived there all my life.

Julie, I have to go back.

I forgot my camper list.

I'll meet you back up at the cabins.

You scared me.

There's danger in these woods.

Excuse me?

Nelson's come back for revenge.

Hey, Patrick.

Hey, Julie.

I thought you said these woods were uninhabited.

As far as I know, they are.

I just saw an old man off the trail.

Oh, that must have been Henry.

Yeah, he used to run the camp up here years ago.

Back when I was a camper.

That was before the Alzheimer's kicked in.

(LAUGHS)

He didn't scare you, did he?

Uh, no.

Here. Take one of these, will you?

Sure. - Thanks.

"You were right about this place.

"It really is beautiful up here.

"I miss you, Dad. Write me.

"Love, Julie."

Is that your mom?

She's really pretty.

Yeah.

She, um...

She died recently.

Wow.

I'm sorry.

I lost one of my parents, too.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Don't do that.

Hey, everybody's meeting out by the lake.

You wanna come?

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Don't you wanna come?

Nah, not tonight.

I'm a little out of it.

I was thinking I might just catch up on my sleep.

Next time? - Yeah, next time.

Hey, but do you mind if I check my email?

Not at all. Go for it.

So, anybody wanna play Bloody Murder?

How do you play?

Well, the rules are simple.

As in the best of games, one person is "it."

That person runs off to hide

as the rest of the group waits by home base and counts till midnight.

1:00, 2:00, 3:00, etcetera.

At midnight they break off in separate directions

and try to find "it."

Whoever manages to find "it" first, yells, "Bloody murder."

And everybody runs back to home base.

But if "it" manages to attack anyone