It all starts with the cheesy foreshadowing of dread: "Something tells me Domino's won't deliver," says Ealy's Scott, upon encountering the remote property, where they meet the gun-toting owner. (He says it's for deer, and proves it by shooting one right then and there.) Quickly, Scott has shelled out $3.5 million for the estate called Foxglove. (Yes, Foxglove is a poisonous plant, and it grows wild in these woods, which are also frequented by uninvited teenage partiers.) Soon enough, Scott is leaving his wife alone there while he goes off to work in downtown San Francisco.