Pass the joint.
Pass the joint!
Ha-ha!
Whoa! Pass the joint! Pass the joint!
It's almost Halloween, Randy. Cascade Reach has been closed since Labor Day.
The raft will be there. I saw it last week.
We were on a geology field trip.
Just because you saw it there last week don't mean it's gonna be there now.
Hey, Rachel!!!!
Quiet down. You talk too much. Heheh.
The raft... It'll be there. The raft...
...will be there. A little bit of...
Whoo!
Because what?
...A little bit of summer that somebody forgot to clean up.
The guys that own the lake don't pull the raft in until the lake's almost ready to freeze.
Well, it had better be there, Poncho.
This has been a long 50 miles.
I don't believe we're going swimming.
Why not? It'll be fun.
Right?
Whoa, personal foul.
Illegal use of hash, number 32.
The crowd goes crazy.
Whoo! Whoa, yeah!
Man!
There it is, just like you said, man.
God, it's beautiful.
It's so quiet.
There are only a few summer homes on the lake.
Yes, everyone's gone by mid-September.
You're actually gonna do it?
Swim out to that raft.
Stop! Deke!
Let's go!
Jesus!
Easy, Cisco! That water's 45 degrees.
50, tops. Your heart could stop.
I'm a premed. I know about these things.
Let's go.
Let's go!
Shit!
Come on! It's not so bad once you're in.
That's bullshit. Bullshit, man.
Just playing Deke's game
because you hope to get laid out here.
Too damn cold to get laid.
Balls are gonna turn into ice cubes.
Let's go, Poncho! Vamanos! Vente!
Oh, Cisco.
Oh, Poncho!
Laverne, Rachel, come on!
Oh, this is crazy, totally crazy.
Yeah!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Whoa!
Whoo!
Hey, Poncho, how are you doing?
OK.
Whoo!
How you doing, Poncho?
OK.
You think it's cold now, man.
Wait till you get out.
Oh, shit.
Oh, you are slow, Poncho.
Cold enough for you. Huh?
You sobered up yet?
Yeah.
I'm sober. I'm...sober.
How are you doing, ladies?
Go to hell!
Oh, Jeez.
Laverne, Rachel, swim! Come on!
Come on, Rachel.
Come on.
Look out.
Don't tip the raft.
Don't tip the raft. Come on, Rachel.
Don't tip the raft, don't tip the raft, bay-bee!
Ow! I really hurt my knee.
Come on, you'll be all right.
Randy, that hurt! What is it with you?
Laverne, swim faster!
Laverne, come on! Swim faster!
Come on!
Randy, what is your problem?
Man...
Help me get her up here!
Swim! Swim!
Faster!
Swim! Come on, Laverne!
Come on.
Come on.
Randy, have you gone crazy?
This thing, I don't know what the hell it is.
It's an oil slick. I guess.
It's not. Have you ever seen a perfectly round oil slick?
I've never seen an oil slick at all.
I'm cold!
Besides, Poncho,
I don't believe in oil slicks, man.
I only believe in what I can smell, taste...and touch.
Here, baby, smoke one of these.
This will make us all feel better.
It looked like it was going for the girls.
Come on, Poncho! You said you'd sobered up!
It looked like it was going after the girls.
No one knows we're here.
No one at all.
You ever even seen an oil slick, Poncho?
Ow!
Mmm.
Well, how about it, Poncho?
You ever seen an oil slick?
Randy and I saw one on the Cape about four years ago.
We pulled birds out of the surf and tried to clean them.
Ooh, mucho ecologico, Poncho, mucho ecologico.
That oil slick we saw was just this big sticky mess in the water with streaks and smudges.
It looked like an accident.
This thing doesn't look like an accident, it looks like...
it's on purpose.
Well, what is it then, Randy?
What is it?
I- I don't know.
I can't get upset about it, man. I mean...
No matter how hard I try,
I just can't get worried about it.
You know what I mean? (Laughs)
Oh, Deke!
Oh, stop!
Ow!
Get away from there, Rachel!
Randy!
What happened to her?
Did she fall in?
H- H-Help! It hurts.
No, Randy, no!
It hurts!
Oh, my God!
Rachel! Rachel!
Randy, no! She's dead, can't you see that?
It ate Rachel. It fucking ate her up, man!
What is this thing, Poncho?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Come on, man. You read all the science books.
You're the brainball, what the fuck is that thing?
Nothing like this in any science book I ever read.
Deke, it ate Rachel!
Shut up!
Think we can swim past it, Randy?
No!
Stop it or I swear to God I'm gonna smoke you LaVerne
I'm not kidding.
Poncho, do you think we can swim it?
You saw how fast it took Rachel.
Maybe it was hungry then.
Maybe it's full.
Why don't you try, Deke?
We're gonna wait.
We'll wait for it to go away.
The thing came, it'll go away.
It came when we came.
I saw it come.
Like it smelled us.
Maybe if it's full like you say...
it'll go away.
But if it still wants chow...
-
It's moving!
Hey! What is this shit, Poncho?
It looks like it's going under the raft.
Did it go under us? Did it go under the raft?
Is it under us?
Yeah, and I'm gonna swim for it. Right now.
No! Don't leave us here! Don't!
I'm fast and I can make it. You gotta go while it's under the raft.
My foot!
Pull, Deke, pull!
Come on!
(Screams)
Deke!
Shit!
No! No!
Quit it, it's under us!
Laverne, you're choking me! Stop!
Now, listen. I'm gonna put you down.
No, don't put me down!
It can't get you if you stand on a board.
It can't?
I can't hold on. I'm not Deke.
Now get down or I'll drop you.
Keep on the boards.
No. My God!
I'll drop you.
Where is it?
Right under us.
Randy, please!
Shh! Be still.
-
I'm tired, Laverne.
I'm going to sit down.
You're going to watch for a while.
No, I can't.
You've got to, Laverne.
You'll watch, then I'll watch.
We'll take turns.
Keep your feet... on the boards.
And watch the shore for lights...
or anything that might...
It ate Deke.
Yes.
I'm cold.
Me, too.
Randy, what are we gonna do?
Wait.
-
(Distant scream)
It's only a loon.
I'm freezing, Randy.
I'm numb all over.
Nothing I can do about it.
Hold me. You've got to. We'll hold each other.
We can both sit and watch that thing together.
OK.
No...
No.
Oh, God!
Randy!
Randyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
(Bloodcurdling scream)
I beat you.
Whatever you are...
I beat you!
(Screams)