Exists

- You're gonna burn him. Be careful. - Shut up.

Oh, my God...

- - Man: Holy...

You girls are cruel.

Man: Guys, quit. You're going-- seriously, just stop.

- You're going to burn-- -

- Man: What was that?! - Oh!

- Matt, stop. - Wha--

- Matt, stop the car. You hit something. - What?

Wait, let me get my camera.

Something's burning. The engine's burning.

Fucked up the front end.

Everyone, chill. Everyone, chill.

You gonna give the deer mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?

Hit a fucking deer or something.

I mean, you good, man. The car's still running.

- I'm good?! - There's nothing leaking--

- 700 bucks! - Look, there's nothing leaking at the bottom, bro.

You're straight. It sounded fine.

- We can get there. Let's go. - I know, but it's just--

That wasn't no deer, bro.

Man: It's here.

Man #2: Fuck, what is that? Over there.

Look at the leaves.

Man: Holy shit.

Guys, something's moving out there.

- - Let's go!

- Matt: Jesus. - Okay, okay. We're coming. Chill.

- - Woman: Matt, maybe we should just go home.

Matt: Babe, I've driven, like, eight hours.

- I'm not just going to turn around. - Man: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Really? Really? My beard?

- Shut up, Brian. - You shut up.

You burnt my fucking beard.

Yo, did anybody see what that was?

- Woman: Maybe it was a bear. - Brian: Wait, wait, wait.

- I got something. - Man: I don't know if it was a fucking bear.

- Matt: It's probably a deer or something. - Brian: What is that?

Yo, what the fuck is that?

Brian: It looks like it's walking.

- - Fucking shit!

- Matt: I think I missed the road. - Woman: What the hell?

Matt: There we go. This is it.

Riverfront.

Brian: Oh, that shit is overgrown.

- Is this for real it? - Brian: Oh, my God.

Matt: Trust me, it's better on the other side, guys.

Dude, I don't remember it being this...

- Do you remember where we stop? - No.

Bro, your uncle has a cabin out here?

- Yeah, dude. -

- Matt: Um... - Man: What the fuck, bro?

Brian: We're not getting past that.

Matt: It's seriously just up here. We've got to walk from here.

What do you mean you can't--

- What? Where do you want to go around? - I don't know!

What are you getting out for?

She's right. We have to walk from here.

- Are you serious? - I'm not walking.

Black people don't do this shit, man.

All right, guys. It's just up here to the right.

- - Yo.

Anybody hear that?

Hear what?

Man: I heard something, man.

There it is.

- Woman: Is that it? - Yeah.

Home, sweet home.

Seriously?

Trust me, guys. It looks a lot better in the daylight.

Brian: Oh, shit. Jesus. Watch out on the right.

There's a loose board.

Uh, whoa.

- Guess we didn't need to steal the keys, huh? - Shut up.

Man.

Um, I mean, yeah, we just need to brush off some of these leaves and stuff,

but, yeah, this is it.

Ew!

When's the last time he was here?

Kind of looks like somebody left in a hurry.

Brian: It's like a lovemaking palace up in here.

Woman #2: Sweat stains on it.

Brian: Usually they got rose petals and shit on the ground,

but we got leaves.

We got leaves. You can make tons of magic up in here.

I mean, you just hop on, you know?

Oh, baby!

- Matt: All right, Brian. - Yeah!

- Woman #2: So lame. - Matt: Brian, quit it.

You're making it all fucking dusty.

- Fucking job! -

- Woman #2: What the hell was that? - Man: What was that?

Hello?

Hello?

Matt, hold on. Matt. Wait up.

- - Don't go over there.

- -

Seriously, there's a fucking pig in your cabin?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Man: Oh, hell, no, man.

- Matt: We'll get it out and we'll just-- - I'm not touching it!

It's your cabin. And I'm not staying in this motherfucker.

It's a fucking hog. We're out in the woods.

- I'm not staying here. - Me neither.

Come on, babe. Fuck that.

Brian: Matt.

What?

Brian: What is that?

Brian: You see anything?

Matt: No.

Just go to sleep.

- -

Brian: It sounds like it's crying.

Matt: Close the window, dude.

- Do you hear that? - Close the window.

Dude, you don't hear-- come on.

- - Brian: Oh, you're a dick.

Dude, do you think it was that shit that Uncle Bob saw back in the day?

Shut up about that.

Why?

Not a word about any of that stupid shit. I'm serious.

I'm serious.

Brian: Maybe it's that thing we hit.

Oh, my God.

What do we got here?

- - So this is pretty sweet.

Usually when you put a GoPro camera inside of this casing,

it doesn't focus very well underwater.

So I went out and I bought one of these bad boys.

That's going to help me focus underwater because it's got a flat lens.

So we're pretty much going to get some pimp shots underwater today.

- - What's going on? Hey.

- Brian. - What's up?

- Come swimming with us. - Oh, I'll be right there.

Mm. What's up? How you doing?

- What is this? - It's called a little GoPro camera.

- You're an obsessed freak. - What's going to happen is

I'm going to make you guys look like super pimps

because we're going to have the best YouTube video ever.

- You're lame. Let's go. - Hold up, hold up.

- I got to get this shit together. -

Die, motherfuckers!

Brian: Good shit! That's great shit!

- Shit, dude, nice! -

- What you got? What you got? - Want to see what I got?

- I'd love to see what you got. - I'm going to show y'all what I got.

- Hold up, this is how I'm about to do it. - Make me proud.

Brian: YouTube ain't got shit on us, man!

Oh! Damn!

I don't know. Todd may have just shown up Matt for sure.

Brian: Uh-oh.

What've we got here?

Looks like a little love walk going on.

God, I am so going to hell for this.

Todd, you son of a bitch.

I hate you, you lucky bastard.

I shouldn't be shooting this.

[ branches cracking, leaves rustling ]

Oh, shit! What the fuck is that?!

What the sh-- what the hell was that?

Todd: I know that's not Brian.

Brian: Dude, be careful, man. There's something over there.

There's something over there. It just ran up the ridge.

- Oh, yeah? I know what's over here, bro. - I know. I'm serious, man.

There's something fucking over there, all right?

Brian, you're a fucking asshole!

- I didn't get anything! - What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Give me the camera, man. Give me the fucking camera.

Brian: You're going to break the fucking camera, man!

- - e?! - - Seriously, I need that fucking memory card.

You're recording your little brother's friends in the woods?

What is wrong with you?

I got your memory card. Come get it.

- Yeah, whatever, dude. - What's going on, man?

- What's going on? - Your brother's recording us messing around in the woods.

Now you talking shit! I will fuck you up!

- What's wrong with you?! - Brian: Because of that fucking memory card!

There was a fucking beast on the memory card!

Okay, no need to name Todd's dick.

Brian: Oh, that's really fucking cute.

- You're fucking cute! - I'm being fucking serious.

- Serious? You're acting like an eight-year-old. - Yeah. Come on, bro.

We're about to go shoot some paintballs.

Film us doing that or something, man.

Brian: That sounds like a fun fucking time.

- You dicks. - Matt: What'd you say?!

- Brian: I said I'll be in the woods. -

This is definitely where I was shooting.

He ran across that ridge. Right there.

This is definitely the spot.

I hear something.

See, years ago,

my uncle saw something out here.

Something that freaked him the fuck out.

Bad enough that he never came back to his beloved hunting cabin.