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(soft music)
(suspenseful music)
(knife clanks)
(book drags)
(suspenseful music)
(monster growls)
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps thudding) (suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
(upbeat music)
(car engine revving)
(upbeat music)
♪ I know what you looking for ♪
♪ Somebody new ♪
♪ But I can't stay ♪
♪ You make me roll the dice ♪
♪ They look a lot like you ♪
♪ Were those stage lights ♪
(upbeat music)
- Hey dude, we should be nearly there
but I need to take a leak.
Can you stop for a second?
- Okay.
But don't take too long.
- The fastest piss of my life, I promise.
(car engine revving)
(keys jingle)
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
(birds chirping)
(car door closes)
(eerie music)
(hand tossing)
- You again Tobe.
- What?
- Tobe. - Tobe?
- Hooper, Tobe Hooper.
(car seat creaks)
The Hooper theory. It's my invention.
It's very simple. In a nutshell.
Since "The Texas Chain Massacre" was released,
if a group of teenagers decide to go on a trip,
they have to take into account
that sooner or later someone will have to stop to pee
in the middle of nowhere.
- Jesus, that's a fantastic theory.
Why didn't I think of that?
- Really? You know, it always happens because
you're being sarcastic.
- What gives you that idea?
- Well, your expression.
- I don't care.
Just shut the fuck up, idiot.
(Bailey sighs)
- I was just trying to make conversation.
(birds chirping)
(footsteps thudding)
(hand tossing)
- Quinn, my hands are full of my love. Would you like a hug?
- Touch me and I swear the God, I'll break your arm.
- Don't worry Rambo, I'll do it when you least expect it.
(birds chirping)
- Come on get in, you freak.
We still have some way to go.
- After all this, Captain America.
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
- This is gonna be the longest weekend of my life.
(upbeat music)
♪ I kissed a fairly into the light ♪
♪ No matter how they try to drug me down ♪
- [Mac] There it is, we're here.
(upbeat music)
- [Quinn] At last.
(upbeat music)
(car door closes)
- Isn't it a beauty?
- Yeah. Right.
A real five star hotel.
Can't wait to spend two days shut up inside
with you two freaks.
- Come on. It'd be fun.
You can bet on it.
(car door opens)
- Ooh, Jesus.
I can't feel my butt cheeks.
- Great choice, Mac, you've brought us
to an amazing shithole.
- Christ guys.
Do you not wanna a pain in the ass you all are.
That's your problem.
Anyway, it was cheap and we don't have to stay here forever.
Just two fucking days.
- I like it.
- [Mac] Thanks Keith.
- You're welcome Mac.
- Well, we are here now.
So let's grab our suitcases and check out this dump.
Can't get much worse than this.
- [Bailey] If you say so. - Yes, I do.
Listen, we have our research to finish,
and I don't intend to spend one more minute
than necessary in this dump with you a lot.
So let's grab our stuff and go inside.
(footsteps thudding)
(trunk door opens)
- [Bailey] Hey, genius. What about the keys?
- [Mac] Ta da!
(door opens)
(door closes)
- Okay, this is not good.
Does anybody have a...
Wait, oh there's a problem.
(eerie music)
This way.
- After you
(suspenseful music)
- Finally.
(suspenseful music)
(door shuts) (Mac gasps)
(suspenseful music)
- Guys. - Shh.
(suspenseful music)
(light flickers)
(hand tapping)
- Keith, turn the fucking torch on.
- I'm trying. - Try harder.
- [Bailey] Get a move on it, will you?
(light flickers)
(footsteps approaching) (suspenseful music)
(all scream)
- Jesus. What's the fucking fuss about?
Why are you all shouting?
- Are you Sawyer?
- Of course I'm fucking Sawyer.
Now get that light outta my face.
- Guys, meet Sawyer, our landlord.
- Nice to meet you.
- Yeah, you too.
(birds chirping)
(money ruffling) (birds chirping)
- So, Sawyer.
This house, I guess you, well-
- I inherited it.
- You inherited it? From who?
- From whom.
- That's what I said.
- You inherited it, from whom.
Don't they teach you American kids English anymore?
They did 30 years ago when I came across.
- Who did you inherited from? - From my wife.
- And your wife? - She's dead.
- Dead. Fantastic. - Of course,
she's fucking dead.
Otherwise, how could I have inherited it?
Are you short in the head?
And speaking of short,
there's $50 missing.
- What the heck is he talking about.
We didn't have another $50.
- I'll deal with it.
(birds chirping)
So, Sawyer yeah, we know it's $50 short.
- And so?
- Look at it this way.
How long has it been since this house has been used?
Five years? 10 Maybe.
Let's say something goes wrong over this weekend.
- Like what?
- Who knows?
I get out of the bathroom
and tread on a rusty nail sticking out of the floor
or a faulty light switch fries, the little guy's butt.
Do you wanna be the one
to tell his mother if this happened?
Have you ever heard of Murphy's Law, Sawyer?
- Oh, course I have, he's the Irish bloke.
- Yeah. Perfect. So just look at this beautiful villa.
And you get a clear idea of what I'm trying to tell you.
Bad things could happen.
- Real bad things.
(Bailey chuckles)
(birds chirping)
- So, Sawyer, we'll be keeping those $50 for now.
Let's call it life insurance.
If we're still alive at the end of the weekend,
then you get your 50 bucks plus a bonus
for your inconvenience.
- A bonus?
- Right Mac, a bonus?
- Another $50?
- Oh, come on.
We are from humble families.
We certainly don't have that much money.
Another 15 bucks
and we are good to go.
- 30.
- Let's make it 20 and it's a deal.
(birds chirping) (mouth spitting)
- Don't try and fuck me over.
It'll be the last thing you do.
- Be rest assured Sawyer,
we are reliable guys, right?
- Sure. Don't worry. - Absolutely.
- I'll be back in two days.
Make sure you leave everything just as you found it.
(birds chirping)
And one more thing.
Now, open your ears wide and listen carefully,
do not go into the attic.
That's where I keep my things.
I don't want some kids grubby little lands
touching stuff that don't belong to them.
Do you understand me?
- Cross my heart Sawyer, you have my word.
No one will touch your stuff.
(birds chirping)
- Yeah. Well, you better not
'cause I'd notice it immediately.
(hands clapping)
- Congratulations Mac, you are a born actor.
Well, now tell me something.
Where on earth are you going to find $70?
Maybe you know a few cowboy tricks.
- Right. Mac where are we gonna find the money?
- That is what I was referring to.
You two are real ball busters.
Thanks Mac, for saving our asses again.
You are welcome guys. It was a pleasure.
(Bailey laughs)
- You really are a certified idiot. Fucking incredible.
- We'll, think about it over the weekend. Okay?
One thing at a time for Christ's sake.
- Well, we could make counterfeit bills
like "To Live and Die in LA."
No? Forget it.
(box thuds)
- Does anybody wanna listen to some music?
- Sporty, that's the first sensible thing
I've heard you say.
- Come on Mac, amaze me.
(lid clanks)
(upbeat music)
Good stuff yeah.
At least you got good taste in music.
(upbeat music)
Come on guys, let's get this party started.
(upbeat music)
- Fantastic.
(upbeat music)
(Bailey exhales)
(upbeat music)
This boy has got good taste.
(upbeat music)
(door knocking)
- Can I? - What do you think?
Are you perving on me?
- No, not at all.
I just wanted to,
I just wanted,
I'd like to- - You'd like to what?
- To say sorry, for earlier in the van.
You know that bullshit about Tobe Hooper?
Look, I didn't want to irritate you or anything like that.
It's just that I never know how to approach people
or make friends.
I become really anxious
and start talking about random things,
or I never shut up and start spouting out bullshit
for hours waiting for someone to-
- Keith?
You are doing it again.
- What? - Spouting bullshit.
- God, I'm sorry, I can't help it.
- Nevermind. Forget it.
- Are you sure you don't? - Yeah. Yeah. Forget it.
Thanks for the thought.
- Yeah. Great.
Do you like comics?
- What?
- You know, comics?
Do you read them?
- Well, I read them. I bring on one then.
- Well, I brought some, if you want to read them.
The new Spiderman series is out of this word.
- Are you hitting on me?
Chill out four eyes.
I'm just making fun of you.
- Okay. Well. - Boo!
- Oof.
- Why the sad faces? Did somebody die?
- Yeah, your mother.
(Keith laughs)
- Anyway, sorry to break up this touching moment,
but we need to finish that research project.
Otherwise that asshole Professor Williams
will whip our asses
- Yeah. - Again.
- Yeah. You two go.
I'll be there in a minute.
- Let's go brainack, leave the witch to her own devices.
- [Keith] Mac stop it. I can breathe.
(tape clanks)
(upbeat music)
♪ God made you Los Angeles ♪
♪ Throw the swish with the case ♪
♪ Ain't no time to say goodbye ♪
♪ To anyone ♪
♪ Ditch the callers and evade ♪
♪ I'm gonna sell my story ♪
♪ Sell my story yeah ♪
- Come on sporty.
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Look at me ♪
♪ On the cover of a magazine ♪
♪ Don't you know that I got my fingers free ♪
♪ When you're naked in my limousine ♪
♪ You said to look at my way ♪
♪ They know I'm here to stay ♪
♪ You know love is good ♪
♪ When you're the king of Hollywood ♪
♪ Pray to God ♪
♪ I'm this delirium ♪
♪ Buy the girlfriend a new brace ♪
♪ Drive a car that says you make a million ♪
♪ Lose it all in a race ♪
♪ I'm gonna sell my story ♪
♪ Sell my story ♪
(lighter flickers)
- Keith?
Sorry but, I have to ask you this.
What was the punishment you had to do as a freshman?
- They hung me by my underpants, lacko truck.
(mouth blowing)
- Shit.
- How did you get out of there?
- The physical education teacher, Mr. Nichols.
He cut my underwear
with a pair of scissors.
- Are you saying that Mr. Nichols
saved your balls
by cutting your underpants off
with a pair of scissors?
(Mac laughs)
- Yeah. Real fun.
- Sorry, but that's so- - You Mac?
Seeing as you find that so funny.
Why don't you tell us what happened to you?
- Me, there's nothing to tell.
- (coughs) bullshit.
- You're free not to believe me. But that's your problem.
- Ben wouldn't agree.
- Ben can go fuck himself.
- [Keith] Who's Ben?
- Yeah, why don't you ask Mac yourself?
- Who's Ben?
- Alright. You win.
Fuck you, Quinn.
Ben Avery that asshole,
fucked my face in a toilet full of piss for five minutes,
the longest five minutes of my life.
You happy now?
Assholes.
- The truth shall set you free.
- And you? You've been here for hours
and you've barely said a word.
(book thuds)
(button clicks)
- Got a problem, idiot?
(lighter flickers) (Mac chuckles)
- Grumpy Bailey,
silent Bailey, brooding Bailey.
That's what they say about you in the corridors.
There's no need to be like this with me too.
You know, you can tell me anything.
- Are you done whining?
Or do you have to prove to your little friends here
how that thing between your legs
is as small as your fucking brain?
(hands clapping)
- Clap. Clap.
So you're human after all.
- Mac, perhaps you should- - Shut up.
- So Bailey, since we are in the mood to chat, please,
satisfy my curiosity.
- You asshole, shut your fucking mouth.
- And why should I?
Is there a law preventing me from asking questions?
She's a big girl.
She has no problem answering.
So Bailey, as you know well,
there are many rumors about you at school.
A lot of it is outright bullshit I'll admit.
- But one, one continues to echo inside the classrooms.
Whispered as you walk through the corridors.
(suspenseful music)
- Mac that's enough.
- What happens to your daddy, huh?
Did he go out to buy some milk?
Never showed up again?
Didn't he love you enough?
- You son of a bitch. - He's dead.
He's dead.
Vietnam, 1973,
an ambush in the middle of the fucking jungle.
I still remember the telegram
and a two man in uniform who came to my home
so close to Christmas.
You wanted the truth? Now you know it.
And this, this is all he left me.
- So sorry, Bailey, I didn't know.
- Too late.
Look guys, I'm not gonna sit here
all night listening to your useless chatter.
A lot of water has passed under the bridge since then.
I have no intention of reliving those memories again.
I have an idea.
(dramatic music)
- Are you sure this is a good idea?
- The old man can go fuck himself. Go.
(dramatic music)
(footsteps approaching)
Fuck!
(suspenseful music)
- Right, the party's over.
We can go back downstairs.
- Wait.
(suspenseful music)
Hold me the torch.
(suspenseful music)
(keys jingle)
(suspenseful music)
- Hey Einstein?
What you think you're doing?
- Silence.
(keys jingle) (suspenseful music)
- Wow.
- Fuck Keith.
Where did you learn that trick?
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
Watching "MacGyver."
- Are you all ready?
(suspenseful music)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music)
- This is it?
- Well, the old man must be really fond of his tools.
- What's that?
(footsteps approaching)
(box dragging)
- Thanks for the help, guys.
(footsteps approaching)
- Wow. This is definitely interesting.
- Keith, do your magic again.
- Yes ma'am.
- Are you sure this is a good idea?
- You have anything better to do?
(keys jingling)
(chains clanking)
- Hey guys, what are we going to do?
We can still go back downstairs, huh?
- Like hell.
(trunk opens)
(suspenseful music)
- Fuck!
Are you telling me that
the old man was a marine?
- Guys, look at this. - Whoa.
- You idiot.
Never point gun at somebody you don't wanna kill.
(gun corks)
What?
- [Quinn] Jeez Bailey you shoot had with guns?
- My dad was a soldier. - Sorry.
- Look guys.
Who do you think Sawyer is?
- [Mac] I bet $10 on him.
- Nah, it doesn't even look remotely like him.
In my opinion, it's this idiot here.
- What's this?
(metal clanking)
(chains jingling)
That's strange.
- May I, please? - It's all yours.
- Are you ready guys? - Go for it.
(suspenseful music)
(all groan)
Can you smell that too?
(all groan)
- I'm gonna throw up.
(suspenseful music)
- It's dirty, a book?
(suspenseful music)
- Why does it fucking stink so much?
(Mac screams)
- [Bailey] What's wrong with you?
- That thing gave me a heart attack.
- Shit.
(suspenseful music)
- You all know what this is, don't you?
(dramatic music)
Please, Quinn, don't say, "It's a book."
- So tell me what it is.
(suspenseful music)
- It's the Book of the Dead.
(dramatic music)
- Are you serious?
Nothing?
Lovecraft. Abdullah's Red and the keys to the underworld.
(suspenseful music)
Really?
Nothing.
- You seriously believe all this shit?
(suspenseful music)
- You have the proof right in front of your eyes.
There are traces of it scattered
all over the world.
Thousands of years of history
forgotten by everybody.
Manuscripts,
crusades,
Templars,
the deadly tomb.
In the wrong hands, it was guarded by a secret order
for centuries.
Then, its traces were lost.
(suspenseful music)
In the 1920s, a historian
managed to find it again.
It was an unprecedented event.
But during a storm,
he suffered a ship wreck
in the middle of the Pacific Ocean
and the book, disappeared again.
Hitler tried everything to find it,
but his efforts were fruitless.
(dramatic music)
Lovecraft didn't invent anything,
he knew of its existence
and decided to ride his wave of success
by exploiting the myth
of this cursed
book.
(suspenseful music)
- Let me get this straight.
The old guy enlists in the Marines,
the United States, sends him in the Pacific
to kick Japanese ass.
And then by pure chance among the Mac and bullets,
he finds a cursed book written centuries ago.
(voices whispering)
Makes perfect sense.
- I know it sounds ridiculous, but it could be true.
- How do you know all this shit four eyes?
- I know how to read Mac.
I don't know if I can say the same about you.
- Listen, know it all-
- So what are we gonna do?
- Don't get fresh.
(voices whispering)
- [Voice] Join us.
(voices whispering)
Join us.
(voices whispering)
Join us.
(voices whispering)
Join us.
(voices whispering)
Bailey?
(voices whispering) (pages flipping)
Bailey?
(voices whispering)
It's Dad.
Why don't you answer me?
Don't you love me anymore?
Have you forgotten me already?
(voices whispering)
I'm cold honey.
I think I'm dead.
They're all dead.
I no longer feel my legs. Please, honey.
Answer me.
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
- Bailey.
(Bailey exhales)
- What's going on?
Is everything okay?
- I'm fine.
I just need to- - Is it the book?
Did it do something to you?
- I said I'm fine.
- Bailey wait. - Keith?
Let her go.
She needs to be alone.
- It was that fucking book.
It did something to her. I'm sure of it.
- What the fuck is going on?
(door opens)
(Bailey exhales)
- Shit. Shit shit.
(Bailey exhales)
Shit.
Shit shit.
(bag drops)
(Bailey exhales)
Fuck!
Dad.
(Bailey exhales)
(Bailey sniffles)
(Bailey pants)
(tape clanks)
I can't forget.
I mustn't forget.
(Bailey exhales)
Guys?
- [Keith] Bailey? Help!
(tape clanks)
- Those idiots.
(Bailey exhales)
(lights flicker)
(dramatic music)
- Maybe we should put it back in the trunk and fuck it.
Nobody saw anything.
- Bailey is the only one who came into contact
with the book.
And when I say contact, I mean it did something to her.
We have to know what happened
before we screw things up again.
- I've never seen Bailey like that.
The book must have touched on her.
- It feeds on our weaknesses.
Maybe the story of her father.
- I'll tell you what we are going to do
with the space of shit.
Now we build the fire and stick the fucker into
- Mac, put the book down.
- Right Mac, put the book down. We can't risk it.
- No way.
I'm tired of hearing you talk about this stuff
like it's normal.
It's fucking absurd.
So I wanna be sure I don't have to worry about cursed book
or the undead or shit like that anymore.
(suspenseful music)
- Mac. Don't make me tell you again.
Put the book down.
- Go fuck yourselves.
I'm sick of your macho man bullshit.
This time I'm going to dictate the rules.
Now I'll show you.
(suspenseful music)
(lighter flickers)
(suspenseful music)
(flame blazes)
(suspenseful music)
- No Mac.
(suspenseful music)
(mouth bites)
(dramatic music)
- Mac?
(dramatic music)
- Your hand.
(dramatic music)
(Mac screams)
- Stop! Stop! Stop!
(Mac screams)
Fucking help me!
Get this fucking book off me.
(dramatic music)
(Mac groans)
- Let go you bastard.
- Bailey? Help!
- Keep pulling, don't stop.
(dramatic music)
- Guys what the fuck?
(dramatic music) (Mac groans)
- Fuck!
- Mac are you okay?
- It fucking hurts.
- Let me see.
(Mac moans)
- Look at my fucking hand Sporty.
(Mac moans)
- Keep still.
(book growls)
- That was delicious.
I hope you are not right handed.
Food for brains.
(book laughs)
- Fuck you asshole.
Hope you chocked on it.
- I didn't mean to offend you sweet cheeks.
I was just making a compliment.
Ah, I almost forgot.
I've decided to throw a party
and the new guests will be arriving soon.
Oh,
the little orphan,
got angry.
- You know what? You talk too much for a book.
- Don't even think about it bitch.
(foot stomps)
(lamp thuds)
(bag thuds)
You little bastards.
You don't know what you've done.
There you all are,
four idiots who don't know they are already dead.
- Let's play a game.
Now you shut the fuck up
and only open your mouth to answer my questions
or I'll be forced to use this.
(book laughs)
- Oh, poor little Bailey Hollenbeck.
Do you really think a simple gun will do anything to me?
- Let's find out. What do you think, guys?
- Yeah, whip his ass Bailey.
- Teach that asshole a lesson.
- If I were you, I wouldn't make her angry.
- Did you hear that?
Looks like we wanna have fun.
(book laughs)
- Boys and girl,
you are so much fun.
So tell me, what do you want to ask?
- What the fuck have you done to me
and who are the new guests you so kindly invited.
- There's no need to get so excited.
We are all friends
and friends have fun when they get together.
What I did is very, very simple indeed.
I used your fear Bailey, the remorse of a loss
you've never metabolized
the loss of a father
who made you who you are.
You pretend to be strong, confident,
but underneath you hide your insecurity.
The insecurity of somebody who keeps dreaming
of a dead daddy in the middle of the jungle.
You are nothing, just a bag of flesh
that hasn't been able to go on
with its pitiful life.
You humans are so easy to read.
I see that now I have your complete attention.
Let's see, Quinn Decker.
Handsome, intelligent
first in everything.
But why do you do it? I wonder.
Ah, right. Maybe because at home
you are actually an eternal second.
Mommy and Daddy only have eyes for your big brother.
He's the real pride and joy of the family.
You, on the other hand, are just a carbon copy
in the eyes of your poor parents.
- Shut your fucking mouth.
- Now it's Mac's turn. The bully in the cowboy act.
By now, he and I are intimate.
I think I still have some pieces of your hand
stuck in my throat.
(throat clearing)
However, with you, this game is all too easy.
You are an attention seeking idiot.
Everyone pretends to be your friend
when in reality they think you're a first rate asshole.
You have no certainties in life, Mac.
Just your needlessly overblown ego
and that stupid act of yours.
You are alone, but deep down you already know that.
Or am I wrong?
(book chuckles)
Choo choo and here we are at the final station,
Keith Craver.
You know, boy, I have some respect for you.
You have never betrayed your nature.
You have never lowered yourself to the disgusting rebel
that infests the world of the living.
You are an outsider,
a leader who doesn't yet know he is one.
And that's why you will become one of the officers
in the ranks of my army.
Indeed, all of you will do your part
whether you like it or not.
- What do you mean?
- I invited an acquaintance of mine,
or rather an old friend.
We've known each other for a long time.
He has always helped me with spring cleaning.
And best of all, he fixes problems in the blink of an eye.
Simple, clean jobs.
And he's coming right here to do the same thing with you.
Isn't that crazy?
Finally, we see each other again
after such a long time.
(book laughs)
(suspenseful music)
(monster growls) (suspenseful music)
It's coming to get you guys.
It's coming to get you.
- I warned you, you stinking piece of shit.
(book mumbles)
Shut up.
Okay guys, we're definitely screwed.
A demonic motherfucker is coming here to kick our ass.
And won't stop chasing us until we're all dead.
So what do we do now?
- Do you know what?
Fuck it.
We are losers.
Eternal seconds, assholes
forced to carry the weight of our shitty lives
on our shoulders.
You wanna know something else?
That's life.
But here,
fuck
now we have the chance
to prove to ourself we are worth so much more
tonight, for the first time,
we are gonna stand on the summit and enjoy the view.
And believe me,
it's gonna be so fucking beautiful.
It's time to return the favor.
- Well said Sporty.
(soft music)
- Your all out of your fucking minds.
Did you hear what it said?
- Why not?
(suspenseful music)
- Now, the little genius has joined team crazy too.
(suspenseful music)
- We need your help Mac.
Besides, you're not telling me
you're gonna let the bustard
get away with what he did to your hand.
Are you?
(soft music)
- Guys, you know what?
I'm an asshole
and I'm sorry for everything I put you through.
If there's one thing I realized
is that I deserve all this shit.
I don't wanna get sentimental,
but I think I've grown fond of you useless bastards.
(soft music)
You are my family.
And even if this plan is crazy,
screw it.
(soft music)
And now,
it's time to give up.
(dramatic music)
♪ Who will pull ♪
♪ The trigger ♪
♪ No saints ♪
♪ Could hold a gun ♪
♪ Who will say ♪
♪ Between the cast ♪
♪ When your leg is over run ♪
♪ Don't ♪
♪ Stop me ♪
♪ You are jail ♪
♪ Run to the sky ♪
♪ Because I get up on it ♪
♪ The blood no stowing ♪
♪ Get me a way to get outta here ♪
♪ Open your eyes ♪
♪ But you bounce in the day ♪
♪ Move out of the way in the sun ♪
♪ Let the bagel run ♪
- That's for you.
(upbeat music)
♪ Where are all the angels ♪
♪ When the demons wear their wings ♪
- Wanna give it a name?
(upbeat music)
- That's not a bad idea.
♪ Let's lay ♪
- Better keep the asshole closer then.
♪ Run to the sky ♪
(upbeat music)
(metal clanks)
(Keith laughs)
- If I survive all this,
I swear to God, I'll dance to the jig.
- The what? - The jig.
- Okay. If you say so.
- Are we all ready?
- Fuck yeah.
- So let's go.
(upbeat music)
- Well, shouldn't the motherfucker be on his way?
- Yeah. Yeah. Sure.
- Let's wait.
Let's not lose our calm.
- Guys, we closed
all the entrances,
didn't we?
- Okay, this is what we'll do.
Quinn, you take care of the living room,
Keith you'll be the good samurai here.
While Mike deals with the second floor.
Questions?
- And you Bailey?
- I'll check the first floor.
Any other questions?
Good. Let's go.
- Wait. If there are any problems,
this is our meeting point.
If you're in the shit,
get here as fast as you can.
Alone, I don't know how many chances we'll have,
but united
just don't fuck up and above all,
stay alive.
Let's go.
(dramatic music)
- Be ready.
(suspenseful music) (feet running)
(suspenseful music)
- I was born ready.
(suspenseful music)
(mouth inhales)
(suspenseful music)
- Okay Quinn.
Let's lock this place down.
(suspenseful music)
It was about time.
(suspenseful music)
(light flickers)
- Shit
Shit.
(light flickers) (suspenseful music)
(Bailey pants)
- Come on. Come on.
(Bailey pants)
(book groans)
Shut the fuck up.
(suspenseful music)
- [Voice] Bailey?
(dramatic music)
- Show yourself.
You fucking son of a bitch.
(monster growls)
What the
(metal clanks)
(monster growls) (Bailey pants)
(Bailey moans)
Son of a bitch.
(Bailey pants)
I have to warn the others.
(Bailey pants)
Now you can scream all you want.
(suspenseful music)
- Fuck is going on?
(suspenseful music)
Keith? You there?
Keith?
(suspenseful music)
(monster growls)
(dramatic music)
Get away from me.
(monster growls) (suspenseful music)
(hand stabbing) (suspenseful music)
(monster growls)
- [Keith] Mac is everything okay?
Mac?
Mac, answer?
(suspenseful music) (monster growls)
(suspenseful music)
- Did you hear that too? - Fuck!
Are you out of your mind?
I'm gonna die.
- It came from up there, right?
- I think so.
Fuck, this house is a maze.
Do you think it's Mac?
- I don't know.
We need to check.
I'll go ahead.
Give me light and watch my back.
Don't leave my ass for a second, you understand?
- Understood Captain.
- Good. Let's go.
- Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps approaching)
- [Voice] Bailey?
- Come on face me. I've got a present for you.
- [Voice] Bailey?
Bailey?
It's me. Dad.
- Dad?
- [Voice] Oh honey, you don't know how happy I am
to hear your voice.
- That's not you.
- [Voice] I swear to you, honey, it's me.
Even if I'm no longer,
even if I'm no longer alive.
Here I am talking for some strange reason with my daughter.
It's incredible.
You know, when I left for the war, you were so little
and now, now you're all grown up.
- Stop it. - In Vietnam,
all I did was thinking about you and mom.
Every day, every hour during meals,
during firefights, always.
And after all this endless thinking about you,
I realized something,
a small grain of sand
that move inside me causing a sand still.
A pure crystal lethal.
You know, Bailey,
it's not an easy thing to confess.
But I'll say it anyway.
(suspenseful music)
Bailey? You and mom,
you and mom were my young too.
Do you understand me?
Useless little whore.
You and that bitch mother of yours.
I could have had it all,
but no, I enlisted for you
to guarantee you a roof
over those fucking bitch heads of yours.
Was it worth it?
Fuck no.
If the price to pay for my life
was that of not giving birth to you, then so be it.
I died because of you filthy opportunist bitches.
Dad is with the worms now.
Die!
(suspenseful music)
- I've heard enough.
(Bailey pants)
It's not you.
It can't be you.
(Bailey sniffles)
(book mumbles)
- I will show you who the real monster is.
- [Keith] Mac is everything okay?
Mac?
Mac answer?
- I'm on my way.
(suspenseful music)
(footsteps approaching)
(suspenseful music)
(door opens)
(suspenseful music) (head bangs)
- Keith?
Gimme some light.
(head bangs)
(knife thuds)
(suspenseful music)
(head banging)
- Oh God.
Shit!
- Are you okay?
(head banging)
- Mac?
(head banging)
- Buddy?
(suspenseful music)
♪ Ring a Ring o' roses ♪
♪ A pocket full of posies ♪
♪ A tissue a tissue ♪
♪ We all fall down ♪
- Mac that's not funny.
Tell us what's happening.
(suspenseful music)
- We all fall
down.
(suspenseful music)
- For Christ.
(suspenseful music)
- Mac. You need help.
Come with us.
And - Oh.
- Can you hear that too?
- [Keith] Hear what Mac?
Mac?
- It's beautiful.
(suspenseful music)
Quinn, mate.
You ask me
if I find it up.
(dramatic music)
You know, it has needed.
(suspenseful music)
You.
(hand punches)
(dramatic music)
Got to sleep.
(Quinn falls)
- Keith?
Your little piece of shit.
Now it's your fucking turn.
- Get face full of this,
fucking asshole.
(dramatic music)
- Is that all you have?
(dramatic music)
- So your balls survived the wedgie
(dramatic music)
Well after I'm done with it,
I like your body in a coat rock.
Cut off your balls and shove it down your throat.
(dramatic music)
Who's breaking my balls now?
(dramatic music)
- The fucking tooth fairy.
(dramatic music)
- Oh.
(gun fires)
- Get up.
(Bailey pants)
- Bailey?
(Bailey pants)
- You.
- Yeah. Me.
- Oh shit.
- I said get up.
Let's drag him to the living room.
We're not safe here.
(Bailey pants)
- And him?
- Mac was already dead
before I pulled the trigger.
- Come on. Move.
- Okay.
(body dragging)
(mouth chewing)
(wind whooshing)
(Quinn pants)
- Quinn. It's me.
- Let him go.
- What happened?
- You tell us big man.
- What?
- Can we trust him?
- You're not possessed?
Are you?
- Fuck guys, it's me.
- Prove it.
- How can I do that?
I'm fine.
The last thing I can remember
is Mac's fist, two inches from my eyes.
And darkness.
Not possessed. Damn it.
- I believe him Bailey.
- Believe me guys,
(Quinn moans)
I've just this fuck off headache.
- But Mac?
Bailey, where's Mac?
Oh no.
No.
(Quinn sobs)
Shit.
(Quinn sobs)
- For you Cap.
- Thanks, man.
(metal clanks)
(Quinn sniffles)
What the fuck happened here?
- The asshole is inside the house.
He tried to party with me, but Bailey's tired of playing
and there's still shit to deal with.
- How did he get in?
I mean, doors and windows are all-
- Doors and windows didn't do a damn thing to him.
It's like playing fucking chess with death.
- It's probably already here, we don't even know it.
- Guys. I have an idea.
Let's use the book.
There's got to be some formula,
some, write that can help us.
- The situation is truly fucked up
beyond all recognition.
So make it quick.
- You heard him? We'll, keep an eye out.
Keith, do your magic.
(book mumbles)
- Well then.
(suspenseful music)
- Quick. - I'm trying.
- He's close.
(light flickers)
- Right, right.
- Keith.
(light flickers) (suspenseful music)
- I found something. - What?
- A note written in blood.
Best part, it's in English.
(light flickers)
Maybe during World War II.
- We don't have time for history lesson Keith.
What's written there? Hurry up!
- Get ready. He's coming.
- I am ready.
(light flickers)
- Not yet.
I decided to baptize it first.
- Guys, to kick that thing's ass,
we have to hit it on its ugly face with
(suspenseful music)
This.
(monster growls)
- Let him go, you son of a bitch.
- I told you to- - Bailey?
- [Bailey] No.
- Remember the Hooper Theory.
(neck snaps)
(suspenseful music)
- Keith?
(dramatic music)
(gun fires)
(monster growls)
- Wait Bailey.
(dramatic music)
(Bailey moans) (dramatic music)
- Let her go, you asshole.
(baseball hitting)
(dramatic music)
(Bailey drops)
(dramatic music)
You wanna dance?
Let's dance.
(baseball hitting)
(monster growls) (dramatic music)
(monster screams)
- Get a hold of this.
(book thuds)
(dramatic music)
(monster growls)
- What have you done?
- What needed to be done.
(monster growls)
(gun corks)
(gun hitting)
Die!
Just fucking die.
(suspenseful music)
- Bailey. That's enough Bailey.
(gun banging)
Enough.
Look at me. Look at me.
(Bailey pants)
Bailey, look at me.
(suspenseful music)
It's over. Game over.
(Bailey pants)
His dead. That's enough.
(Bailey pants)
- Congratulations.
Well done.
But do you really think it's over?
Do you really believe that?
Oh no. You are mistaken.
There are thousands like him
hidden in the darkness,
waiting, ready to kick your asses.
You won the battle, I grant you,
but the war.
Oh, the war
has just begun.
(book laughs)
(eerie music)
(birds chirping)
(lighter flickers)
(eerie music)
- I didn't know you smoked.
(birds chirping)
- I just quit.
(eerie music)
The baptism is over.
I want its name.
(suspenseful music)
- Lucy.
- Lucy. Nice name. I approve.
(suspenseful music)
- And now? - Now,
(suspenseful music)
now we'll hunt down the others.
- You really must be out of your fucking mind.
(birds chirping) (Quinn laughs)
(suspenseful music)
- Do you think so?
I came here for some fucking research
and now this.
Fucking amazing.
- Right.
(suspenseful music)
- So what you wanna do,
build your own master hunting squad?
- Something like that.
Plus, I still have an outstanding debt.
I intend to sell it, whatever the cost.
(suspenseful music)
I still owe it to Keith.
(suspenseful music)
- And Mac.
(suspenseful music)
We can still dance the jig in Keith's honor.
- Well said.
(suspenseful music)
- We need to go. - Yeah.
Yeah. Let's go.
(dramatic music)
- [Sawyer] Oh you little bastards
where'd you think you're going?
You still owe me $70.
- Fuck!
(dramatic music)