11th Hour Cleaning (2022) Movie Script

- [groaning]
- I couldn't protect them.
I got to do the only
thing I can to end this.
Please know--please know,
I didn't--I didn't kill them.
I loved...
I loved my family.
- No--no!
[loud bang]
["Deck the Halls" plays]

- This is some
good stuff, huh?
- I mean, prison food
was better than this.
- So I was thinking
about picking up a bed
tomorrow for the spare room.
- No, not necessary, seriously.
- You cannot sleep
in the living room forever.
I will not have it.
- The couch is fine, I've
been sleeping on a lot worse.
- Marcus, you can stay here
as long as you want.
- Thanks.
- And besides, I'm sure
Dylan does not want someone
snoring in his face when
he's watching his man shows.
- Well, I didn't know
TV shows about interior design
were called
man shows these days.
- [sighs]
Plus, I don't
think Marcus really wants
to live with his sister
forever, right?
- Why not?
We have the space.
The spare room is just
collecting dust anyway.
- Well, speaking of design,
it might be a little too early,
but I was thinking possibly
of turning that room
into our little nursery, hmm?
- I'm not pregnant.
- Well, not yet.
We're not getting any younger,
and this isn't exactly
our first marriage.
- You know what, you're right.
You guys have been
really great,
and I appreciate that,
but I think it's time I look
for a place of my own.
- Marcus.
[phone ringing]
- Shit.
I'll be right back, guys.
[phone continues ringing]
11th Hour Cleaning.
- Hey, Dylan,
are you available?
- How bad?
- Yeah, murder suicide.
Father sliced up his two sons,
wife, mother in law,
turned the gun on himself.
- Shit.
- Yeah, it's some nasty shit.
You might want to bring
some extra people on this.
- Yeah, but the usual
rush charges though.
- That's fine, I'll
just text you the address.
Just hurry up, all right?
- I'm moving right now.
[distant dog barking]
[phone dials]
[phone ringing]
[soft music playing]
- You better be calling
to wish me a happy holiday.
- No, not tonight.
- Jesus, what is it?
- We just got a call.
Are you available?
Look, I'm really sorry
to ask last minute, but...

- How long is it gonna take?
- Could be all night,
but we'll cut you loose
as soon as we can.
- Can't you ask Jorge
or Travis?
- They're both out
of town for the holidays.
You're the only one
that's available.
Look, I'll give you rush pay.
I promise,
I'll throw you in
a little extra
just for the holidays.
- Fine, text me the address.
- You are a lifesaver.

- [sighs]
- Would you stop staring at me?
You're giving me the creeps.
- You know a bird could
live in that thing.
When are
you gonna shave that beard?
- When I can grow hair
on the top of my head.
- Okay, so never.
- No.
- You know,
Mom, if she was around,
she'd shave it in your sleep.
- Mom was never shy about
making her feelings known,
that's for sure.
- [chuckles]
You know, the hospital staff
literally had to hold her down
'cause she kept trying
to leave to go visit you.
Sorry you couldn't
be there, Marcus.
- Yeah, me too.
You know,
I just--I wish she would have
told us she was sick.
- She didn't want
to burden anyone.
That's what she told me,
she hated when people
felt sorry for her.
And you know what,
I don't blame her.
- Yeah, well, that was Mom,
always protecting us.
- That's what mothers do.
- It's funny though,
funny how many times
that she would try
and hide stuff from us,
we would
always find out eventually.
- Yeah.
- I guess we all have
to face the music
at some point or another,
- Hey, I just got a rush call.
Five person murder suicide.
- Yeah?
- I could use your help
on this one.
- Yeah.
- You in?
- Yeah, of course.
- All right.
- I'll load up the truck.
- Were you able
to get anyone else?
- Yeah, just might
be a problem.
- Hannah.
- She was
the only one available.
- Shit.
Well, we're just
gonna have to make it work.
I'm gonna go get ready.
[exhales deeply]
- You know,
my resume hit the bottom
of the trash can so fast after
they did background checks,
you'd think
it were tied to a brick.
- As long as you know
this is temporary.
- I know.
But the plan was is
that I was going to get a job,
put some money in the bank,
and then I was gonna
go get a place of my own.
- Look, ever
since your mom passed away,
Rachel's wanted to be
more involved in your life.
- And I want to be a part
of her life too.
- And that's fine,
but your sister and I,
we have
our own problems to face.
- You okay, man?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Because if you need me
to stay somewhere
for the night,
just let me know,
and you'll have your privacy.
- I appreciate that,
but I'd rather not have
to ask you.
- Sit in the front.
I'll go in the back.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, positive.
- Did you tell him?
- Tell me what?
- All right, Hannah's
been working for us as well.
- [scoffs]
- And she's working
with us tonight.
- Okay.
- I know you guys had
a rough breakup
right before you went to...
before you went away.
- Is that okay?
- It doesn't matter if it's
okay with him, it's happening.
- It doesn't have
to be a unilateral decision.
- We don't have time to be
dancing around with this--
- It's fine, all right!
I can work with her
without making a scene.
- All right,
I'll tell you what.
We'll make sure that
we keep you two separated.
- I'm here to work, all right?
You don't have
to worry about me.
you're good.
- Well, thank you.
I appreciate that.
All right,
we've got to get going.
Rios is waiting for us.
[tense music]

- Surprised you're still here.
Figured they'd have a uniform
on post.
- Holidays, working
all the overtime I can.
Kids ain't cheap.
- Why is it always
this time of the year?
- 'Tis the season, I guess.
Don't you and Rachel want kids?
- I thought we did.
Not sure now, though.
- Hey, I love mine.
They're exhausting
as shit though,
'cause compared to this,
kids are a cakewalk.
- Shit.
- Rach, can I talk to you?
- Yeah.
- Nice to see you too.
- Marcus.
- Rachel,
I know he's your brother,
but I changed my mind.
I'm sorry,
but I'm not working with him.
- All right,
I'll send the invoice tomorrow.
- Hannah, I know this
is uncomfortable for you--
- Uncomfortable?
This is an
impossible situation.
- I'll call you
if I have any problems.
Go get some rest.
Thanks, Rios.
- We tried to warn you.
I'm sorry, really.
But it's too late
to back out now.
- What's going on?
- So is
this gonna be permanent?
- Now, I really
need you tonight.
Just stay, and I promise you,
I'll never schedule the two
of you together again.
- Fine.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
- All right, let's do this.
- Okay.
[door creaks]
[ominous music]

- Oh, Jesus, the smell.
- We got here early.
Consider yourself lucky.

Something to cleanup in there.

All right, Marcus and I are
gonna keep looking around.
You two,
start with this room, okay?
Let's go.
- What did he do,
slaughter them in their beds?
- Look at that spatter.
- How could anyone
do that to their kid?

- Geez...
- That's a lot of blood.
- What's this?
- Marcus, you okay?

- Yeah, what do
you need me to do?
- Let's check out
the other rooms, come on.
- What's this?
Hmm, hey, what is all this?
Huge collection,
I wonder what it's worth.
- Put it back, Marcus.
I said put it back.
- Oh, hey, man, I wasn't--
- Good, now put it back.
- Puttin' it back.
There, happy?
- Come on, let's get supplies
from the van.
Don't touch anything else.

- Hey, Dylan.
Listen man, if you think
it's going to be a problem,
me and Hannah working together,
I don't gotta stay tonight.
- No, this is a big job,
need you both.
We'll just try
to keep you two separated.
And just remember,
just keep it
professional, okay?
- I'll do my best
to stay out of her way.
- I appreciate that.
- I appreciate the work,
man, thank you.
- Of course.
All right,
fill this up with water
out back and meet me
in the master bedroom.

- That's the third.
- Funny, it looked like
a one-story from the street.

- It's a mother-in-law suite.
- Let's set up
the safe zone here.

That's four.
Hey, don't be mad at Dylan.
Hiring Marcus was my idea.
- It was just a really
tough time, okay?
And, like, the neighbors,
people at the store--
look, everyone was judging me,
you know?
It took a long time
to get to the point
where life was normal.
And I wasn't thinking
about it every day,
you know, and I get here today,
and it's like having
a Band-Aid ripped off again,
having the same fucking
nightmare as back then.
- Just know
that he's different now.
He's really trying.
- Look, Rach,
I know you love him
because he's your brother,
but I can't anymore.
- Let's get to work upstairs.
[rustling noise]
- Hey, who's there?
- Marcus, keep it down, man.
What's going on over there?
- I heard something
in the bushes.
- Probably just a cat.
Come on, let's go.
All right,
I'm gonna start you off
with something easy, okay?
Dab first,
scrub in a circular motion.
Let the cleaning
solution do all the work.
- That's it?
- That's it.
Oh, call if you need help,
all right?
- Hannah?
- [gasps]
- You all right?
- Yeah, I mean,
no matter how many jobs
like this we do,
I still get creeped out.
- I got Marcus up to speed
in the other room.
- Okay, I'll stay clear of him.
- All right,
I'll be downstairs.
If you need anything,
let me know.
- Aye-aye, captain.
- [gasps]

Damn it.
Hey, I found a phone--oh.
- What do you want, Marcus?
- Forget it, never mind.
- You know what?
You know,
you shouldn't have taken
this job with Dylan and Rachel.
You knew this was gonna happen.
- It was the only job that I
could get with a felony record.
Can you give me a break?
What do you want from me?
- I want you to leave me alone,
I've moved on, so should you.
- You sure it doesn't feel like
getting a Band-Aid ripped off?
- Typical.
- I did what I had to do.
You, better than anyone else,
should know that.
- Okay, look,
I am sorry about the way
things ended,
okay, but it is over.
So can we get back to work
and get the hell out of here?
- Hannah, can you just--
- Go!
- [sighs]

- Holiday pay
for doing your job.
He's trying to back
out at the location,
fucking ungrateful.
Look at this mess.
During the holidays.
What the fuck?
- Dylan?
- Christ!
You scared
the shit out of me.
- It's burning up in here.
Why don't
you open up a window?
- I'm fine.
- It's so nice
and cold outside.
It's really hot upstairs too.
- Good insulation, I guess.
- It's an old house.
I'm pretty sure they
don't have insulation.
What's the matter?
Dylan, hello?
Are you serious--will you
at least look at me?
- Rach, you know the rule.
You can't take
off your mask in here!
- Okay, well, then talk to me.
- I couldn't say this
in front of Marcus,
and I definitely didn't
want to have
this conversation in here,
but at home, I found a birth
control box in the trash.
- Uh--I...
- Why did you lie to me?
- I want to have kids with you.
I do.
- You're taking
birth control, Rachel.
- I just--I don't
know if I'm ready.
And with the business growing?
I mean, I didn't want
to put any more pressure on us.
- You should
have told me something.
- When would that be?
At work?
When we're
in front of everybody?
Or at home when you're asleep?
- You knew this was
gonna take a while
before I was gonna
have more free time.
- You said that
three years ago!
When are we going to stop
taking every single job?
- Well, maybe soon,
you won't have to work at all.
- So you figured that
I would stay at home alone
while you cleaned up
dead bodies for a living.
- You won't be alone.
No, no, no, no,
because if you need any help,
you can ask your brother who's
gonna be living on the couch.
Now, can I
please get back to work?
- Fuck you, Dylan.
- Hey...
I'm sorry.
I'm just frustrated and tired.
- We're all tired.
That's no excuse
to be an asshole.
- You're right.
I apologize.
It's this job, I'm--
something came over me.
I'll try not
to let it happen again.
Are we good?
- Yeah, just give me a minute.
- Get out!

I know
it might be too late.
There's something
in this house.
I don't know
if I brought it in.
I don't know if it was
living here already.
I don't know.
I don't know.
It took my family.
It killed them,
it killed them.

It won't let me leave!
It won't let me leave!
- Hey, Marcus,
can you try and keep
that phone stuff
down to a minimum?
- It's not mine.
- If you're listening,
- What?
- This video just started
playing all by itself.
And he was
just covered in blood.
- Is the murder on that?
- I don't know.
- It just
started playing by itself?
- It sounded
like a warning video.
Here, let me show you.
- All right,
let's see this thing.
All right, um, not there.
- Holy shit!
What the--
- Did you see that too?

- What is this,
some kind of augmented
reality app or something?
- It's Just the camera,
some kind of trick.
[door slams]
- That wasn't a trick.
Does that look
like a trick to you?

- I don't like this.
We need to leave right now.
We need
to give this to the cops.
Let's go!
- What happened?
I heard the door slam.
- Let's go.
We need to leave.
- But we're not done.
- Where's Rachel?
- Rachel!

- What?
- Ah, Jesus!
- Are you okay?
- We're leaving.
- What's wrong?
- Come on,
we gotta get out of here.
There's something
in this house.
- What did you find?
- Cell phone--fuck this
mask--with a video
of the father who shot himself.
- Leave it, we'll give it
to the cops in the morning.
- No, something was
in the room with us.
There was a kid bleeding.
Look, I'll explain later.
We gotta go right now.
- Are you okay?
- What the hell happened?
- It won't open!
- Try the windows!
Try the windows.
- Come on, come on, get up.

- Damn it!
- Ugh, shit.
- The bedroom ones won't open.
- These won't either!
- What's happening?
- Hey, look,
someone's out there.
- Yo!
- Hey!
- Hey!
- Hey, can you hear us?
- Can you see us?
- Can you open the door?
- Yo, hey!
- Why can't they see us?
- What the hell's going on?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
Just relax, let me think.
All right,
I remember I was walking
towards the door,
and maybe I stepped
on some sort
of switch on the floor.
- Like a lockdown system?
- What kind of person
has a panic house?
- The kind of guy who
collects valuable antiquities.
- No, no, no,
that doesn't explain why
you got pulled
inside the house.
Explain that.
- I fell backwards.
Maybe the ground tilted back
when the switch was flipped.
- Come on, that's insane.
The symbol--the symbol.

You see this?
This is scattered
throughout the house.
- What is it?
- It could be tribal or--
- Satanic?
- It's not a pentagram.
- Okay, well, Satanists
use more than just pentagrams.
All right,
maybe it's Wiccan or something.
- Well, what are you saying?
That these murders were
some kind of human sacrifice?
- Yeah, maybe.
- What if the panic switch
wasn't meant to keep
people in,
but to keep the police out?
- What about the kid
on the phone?
- Are you sure
you really saw that?
- I know what I saw, all right?
I'm not crazy.
- I saw it too.
We need to find a way
out of here.
- Who are you calling?
- Rios.
See if we
can find this switch.
Shit, it's not working.
Rach, do you have yours?
- Yeah.
- Let's see.
Damn it!
- Could he have a data jammer
in the house?
- Oh, my God,
this isn't a panic house.
There's no
fucking data jammer.
- Enough, all right!
[phone ringing]

- Marcus?
- What?
This is the phone
that I found in the bedroom.
- How is that possible?
- Marcus, come on!
Come on,
just answer the fucking phone.
- Hello?
[eerie beeping]
- Hey, at least
it has reception.
Here, give it to me.
[dials phone]
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
- Rios!
Rios, please help us.
- Dylan, what the fuck, man?
It's late.
- We're trapped in this house.
We need your help!
- [in Dylan's voice]
This house is gonna take
longer to clean
than expected.
- What's the matter?
- [in Dylan's voice]
We're gonna need more time.
Can you have the curator
come tomorrow afternoon?
- Yeah, man, that's fine.
Everything all right?
- [in Dylan's voice] Just more
to clean than we thought.
We'll see you
in the afternoon.
- Rios, can you hear us?
- Yeah, just text me
next time, all right?
[phone beeps]

- Dylan, what was that voice?
- Somebody's trying
to play a trick on us.
They're probably using a voice
changer or something, right?
- No, voice changers
can't be that precise.
- Okay, well, then what
was that fucking voice?
- I don't know.
- Okay, what are
we gonna do now?
We're trapped in this house
with no phone to call for help.
- And the battery's dying
on this thing.
We have to charge it.
- Oh, my God, fuck charging.
Just smash it!
- No--no,
this could be our only way
of communication
with people.
- Oh, my God, this is crazy.
- Marcus, plug it in.

- What, we're just gonna
wait for to charge?
- Maybe these symbols
are the only clues
we have to know what
the hell is going on here.
[baby wailing]

- Rachel.
[baby wailing]
- Hailey?
Oh, sweetheart, don't cry.
Mama's here.
All right, okay?
[baby's crying
becomes distorted]
- [sniffling]
- Rachel.
- Rachel.
- Why would you do that?
- What the hell
are you talking about?
- You swore to me
that you would never tell them!
And then you bring this crib?
- Rach, are you okay?
- Fuck you, Marcus.

- Tell us what, Marcus,
what is she talking about?
- Talk to Rachel.
[soft music]

- Hey, you okay?
- She was only six months old.
The doctor said it
was--it's nothing I did.
I feel like
I did something wrong.
I feel like it was my fault.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because every time I tried...
I remembered that it was real,
that it happened.
And then I went through
the pain all over again.
- It's okay.
Come here.
You're okay.
You're okay.
- You know, eventually...
I stopped trying to tell you.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry I lied.
I'm sorry
about the birth control.
I just--I can't go
through that again.
- It's okay.
Hey, hey,
we can wait, okay?
We can wait.
- I saw her crib.
I could hear her crying.
- But there
was no crib in there.
- It might just be the stress
of being locked
inside this house, Rach, you
know all the blood everywhere--
[knock at the door]
- Oh, my God!
What the hell is that?
- Someone's at the door!
[tense music]

- Hey, it's Bob.
- Someone's at the door!
- Hello?
- Hey--hey, open the door!
- Hey, you hear us?
- Open the door, open the--
- Stephen, you home?
I just got back into town,
and I've got
that package for you.
- Hello!
- Hello!
- Well, I guess not.
- It won't open!
- What the fuck is that?
- It's this room,
just brighter.
- Should we go through?
- We don't know what's
on the other side.
- What if
it's our only way out?
You guys, it's fine.
[all shouting]
- No, no, Rachel!
- Rachel!
- Ahh!
- [grunting]
- Hold on,
something's pulling on her!
- There's nothing there!

- Where the hell are you going?
- Rachel, hold on!
Rachel, hold on!
- Marcus!
- [whimpering]
- Hannah?
- They're not real.
- How did you get here?
How's that possible.
I just left you.
- They aren't real.
They're not real.
- Hey.
- They're not real.
They've been tricking us.
- Ahh!
- [grunting]
- Ah!
- Hold on!
- Who did this to you?
- You.
- What?
- It hurts!
- Hold on, Rach!
- Marcus!
- Hannah,
I would never hurt you.
- [laughing]
[laughter becomes distorted]
It's too late.
- What?
- To save her!
[dramatic music]

[door slams shut]
- Oh, my God, what was that?
- It's the family.
They were pulling on you.
- How did you know
there was gonna be
something on that phone?
- I didn't.
I just remember seeing the kid
on the phone before.
- How the hell are we
gonna get out of here?
- Look, he drew those
for a reason.
What if the tridents are
pointing us towards something?
- They point
in every direction.
- There has to be a purpose.
Why else are they
throughout the house?
- Protection.
- If they're for protection,
then they're fucking useless.
- She's right, okay?
Someone's holding us
in this house.
Someone made you see the crib,
and whatever it is,
it is fucking dangerous.
All right,
I would want protection too.
- What about the phone?
Are there any other videos
or photos on that thing?
- I don't know.
- Well, grab it, let's see it.
[tense music]

- Guys?
- Marcus.
Marcus, the phone.
You all right?
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

- Okay.
- I couldn't protect them.
I got to do the only
thing I can to end this.
Please know--please know,
I didn't--I didn't kill them.
I loved my family.
I'm sorry--I'm sorry.
- Are there anymore?
- Yeah.
- Don't let it go.
Don't let it go.
It's real.
Everything I've read
about the artifact is real.
I tried to give a piece
of it to every member
of my family to protect them.
But they couldn't hold it.
They couldn't.
They were too afraid.
They let it go.
I tried to destroy it.
I tried to destroy it.
But every time I brought it
into one place,
I just--I couldn't.
It's coming for me.
It's coming for me and my son.
We tried to escape up
into the attic,
but every time
we thought we were free,
it was like we were
in the same place.
- Dad!
- No--no, Milo!
Don't look!
It's not real, Milo!
It's not real!
Don't let it go, Milo!
Don't let it go, Milo!
No, Milo!
No, no, no, no!
- Hold on,
hold on, there's more.
This one's the oldest one.
- Hey there, welcome to another
episode of the Urban Explorer.
Today I bought
a great Norse piece
that was found
by an explorer in Sweden.
This thing came in pieces.
Ancient humans crafted it
to fit together like a puzzle.
How cool is that?
Not all the pieces
are here yet,
so I'm not quite sure
what the symbol means,
but as soon as I find out,
I'll have it for you
in future episodes.
All right,
urban explorers,
until the next time,
stay curious.

- That symbol, he discovered it
on the artifact.
- He must
have found out what it was.
- It was real.
- We need to find
out what he learned.
- He had said
that he read about this.
Maybe there's something
in his office.
- We need to check it out.
- Is that really a good idea?
- Let's go.
All right, look for anything
with that symbol.

- The computer's broken too.
- It must have been
the power surge that fried it.
- He said
it was a Norse artifact.
- Come on, come on,
come on, Norse--Norse.
I think I found something.
This is it, right?
- It's about a Norse symbol
known to be the Helm of Awe.
But it's only the bibliography.
The rest is missing.
- It references a text,
"Norse Mythological Gods
and Spirits."
These spines
don't have any titles.
- Maybe they're
from the bibliography.
- Wait, this one's bookmarked.
- Is it the one
the essay referenced?
- Hold on, I'm looking.
Wait, this is it!
The Aegishjlmr,
or Helm of Awe,
was a Norse rune that would
grant a person immortality,
but drive everyone
around them insane.
It absorbed energy
to protect the bearer
by seeking fears
and enemies it could exploit.
- So it targets fears.
- Which would explain
why Rachel saw the crib,
and I saw Hannah.
- You saw me?
- I saw you
in the master bedroom
while Rachel was being pulled.
You were in the corner.
You were beaten.
- That's your greatest fear?
- You said I did it, all right?
That's what I'm afraid of.
- The Helm of Awe would
call upon a death demon
to kill the aggressor.
- What the hell is
a death demon?
- Once summoned,
the death demon would destroy
all those who did not
possess the Helm of Awe.
- So even though
his family each had a piece
of the artifact,
they would be so scared
that they would drop it.
- Yeah, which would
allow this death demon
to be able to kill them.
- Look, it says, the only
way to stop it is
the complete destruction
of the object
that was inscribed by the gods.
- Come on, guys, you
can't possibly believe this.
- Well, how
else would you explain it?
- It's a fucking fairy tale.
- Well, explain how
we're locked in this house.
- Wait, maybe we're
not locked in this house.
But I don't know,
maybe we just think we are.
- You tried to open the doors
and windows for yourself.
They won't open.
- And I once saw a guy
under hypnosis
who couldn't lift
a carton of milk.
- God, that's
a fucking parlor trick.
- All right,
wait a second, all right?
If the rune was inscribed
by the gods,
then why would he draw it
around the house?
- To protect his family.
He was desperate.
- I mean,
maybe he was full of shit,
and he had no idea how
to stop this thing.
- I mean, look around.
He seems to have known enough.
- Not enough
to save his family.
- What would you have
liked the guy to do?
- I would have had him
smash the fucking thing
as soon as he got it.
- That's it,
we need to find the artifacts
and smash them for good.
What other choice do we...
- Dylan--Dylan!
- Oh, shit!
- Dylan?
- Ah--agh, Jesus!
Ah, shit!
- Dylan!
- Ah--ah!
- What's happening?
What's wrong--what's wrong?
- The ringing--it's ringing.
It's ringing in my head!
- Dylan!
[pounding on door]
- Hey!
- [sobbing]
It's in control of my head!
- Baby,
it's not happening, okay?
Listen to me.
- [sobbing]
- It's not happening.
It's okay.
- I can't see--I can't see.
- It's gonna be okay.
- I can't see.
- Okay, it's okay.
I'm right here, okay?
- Rachel!
- Dylan?
- Dylan!
- I love you, Rachel.
- No!
- Dylan, Dylan, Dylan!
- [sobbing]
- It's real.
No, this could be fake.
- I'm sorry, Rachel.
- No.
- He's gone.
- We gotta go.
- No.
- We gotta go.
- It could
be making us see this.
This could be a hallucination.
- You saw the videos.
It came for them one by one.
Here, take this,
hold on to this.
Don't let go.

Hannah, hey, you okay?
We need to get the rest
of the relics.
It's the only chance we got.
- And how--when he said
that he couldn't escape,
how are we going to?
- All I know is that
if the owner was right,
those pieces are gonna
protect us,
so we each need
to get our hands on one.
Now, those pieces, they seem
to draw the demon closer.
They gotta be where
the family was killed.
So that means they're
downstairs, master bedroom,
kids' room.
We're gonna go
downstairs first.
- Uh-huh.
- All right.
[door creaks]

[faint thumping]
- Dylan?
Dylan, is that you?
- It's not real, Rachel.
It's not real.
It's not really Dylan.
[hoarse breathing]
[dramatic music]
- [roars]
- Ahh!
- Shh.
- Easy, easy,
- Shh.
- Easy, easy.
- Shh-shh-shh.
- What happened?
- You passed out.
- How are you feeling?
Are you lightheaded?
- No, I--did I hit my head?
- No, no, you collapsed.
- I heard Marcus shouting.
Are you sure you're okay?
Did you want us to take you
to the hospital?
- I'm fine.
- Oh, okay, whoa, whoa,
easy, easy, easy...
Take it slow.
- Who was on that call?
- That was Rios.
He had a job for us.
But I told him
to call somebody else.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, no problem.
Come on, let's get you up.
One, two, three.
- Slowly.
- Oh.
- Whoa, you're all right.
- You okay?
- Yes.
I just need to splash
some water on my face.
[ominous music]

[door clicks shut]
- Ahh--ahh!
- Rachel--hey,
what--what's wrong?
Rachel, hey, hey!
What happened?
- I was home with Dylan,
and I passed out,
and you were there, and...
I don't--I just--I thought...
- Okay, okay, okay, okay,
shh-shh-shh-shh, relax.
We're gonna get out of here.
- Okay, okay.
- Come on, come on.

[all screaming]
- Keep moving!
- Ah, what is that?
[dramatic music]

- All right,
look, whatever happens,
we push through the fear.
We can't let it stop us.
- How do we know
this thing isn't near us?
- We don't.
- Ahh!
- Oh, God, can they
gonna open the door?
- God, I hope not.
- Are they running
to something
or from something?
- We need to hurry.
[tense music]

- I found it!
Pick up the bed,
I can't reach it!
- [grunting]
- Did you get it?
- Uh-huh.
Got it.
- Rachel!
[pounding on door]
- Rachel, help me!
- Come on.
- No, he's here.
- No, no, no, no, no, no,
hold on to this, okay?
Don't let go,
don't let go, don't let go!
- [gasping]
- Okay,
he needs me to opens the door.
- They tried take me away,
but I fought them for you,
to be with you.
- Rachel,
get away from the door!
- Rachel, it's a trick!
- Rachel!
- Let me in.
- No!
- Thank you.
- No!

- No!
[blade slashing]

- Marcus!

[pounding on door]
- We can't stay here.
It's gonna get through.
- What do we do?
- I'll hold the door, okay?
You find
the other two artifacts.
- Are you sure you can hold it?
- Just go, go, go!

- Marcus.
- Hannah!
Did you find it?
- Marcus, open up!
- [grunts]

- Where the fuck do you think
you're going with that?
- Dylan.
- You spineless piece of shit.
[pounding on door]
- Ah, fuck.
Whatever you're seeing,
it's not real!
- Just to get a fix
and sell your shit,
you fucking waste.
How could you let Marcus go
to jail for you?
- No.
- For you!
- [panting]
- Hannah, you okay?
- I saw Dylan!
He had a knife.
I couldn't breathe.
- Come here.
Help me brace the door.
Come on!
- He knew what I did to you.
He knows what happened.
He knows that you
took the fall for me.
I should have never
let you take the fall.
- It's okay.
If I had to do it
all over again, I would, okay?
- I was an asshole.
How are
we gonna get out of here?
We only have three pieces.
- Okay, look, there's one piece
in the master bedroom,
all right?
It's just around the corner.
I'm gonna distract it.
- No!
- Yes.
You're gonna go in there,
and you're gonna
find the piece.
Then you're gonna
put it together,
and you're gonna fucking
destroy it, all right?
- He'll kill you.
He'll kill you.
- Look,
we have no other choice.
It's gonna keep coming for us
unless we end this, all right?
- I don't wanna make
you do this again.
- Look at me.
Finish this.
Look at me.
You count to three,
and then you go, all right?

- One.
Come on.

[demon growling]
- Come on, come on,
you son of a bitch!
Come on!
Come on!
[demon growling]
- Come on.
[demon roars]

- Go fuck yourself.

[pounding on door]
- Ahh!
- Do it, smash it.
- What happened?
I heard you screaming.
- I got away--come on,
destroy it so we can end this.
- I'm missing a piece!
- God damn it!
Just smash whatever you have!
- You're not real.
You just want me to drop it!
- Once a thief, always a thief.
You stupid bitch!
- Agh!
- Ahh!

- [gasps]
[demon growls]
[demon bellows]
- Oh, shit.
[birds chirping]
- Give, give in
Give in to me
[Synn's "Give In To Me"]
- Scream!
- Scream for some
fears await in the dark
- The dark!
- Darkness fuels
broken dreams that seek
- Scream!
- Seeking fear
that shakes you
When no one hears
your silent screams
You only
see what you believe
- Give in to me
- Give in,
give in to me
- Give in to me
- Give in, give in
- Give in to me
- Give in, give in
Give in to me

- Fall!
- Falling deeper
as your mind devolves
The deepest lies
you tell yourself that seek
- Scream!
- Seeking fear
that shakes you
When no one sees what
you believe you only hear...
- December 22,
examiner, Leila Walsh,
cataloging the personal
effects of Stephen Jenson.
One brown leather wallet,
trifold with a California
driver's license.
Two cards in the wallet,
including credit
or debit card ending in 2610.
No cash inside wallet.
Key ring.
Four keys unmarked.
One receipt
for the Coffee Cabana.
And I think
that's it for the pock--
Actually, no, there is one
more thing in the pocket here.
Some kind of jagged stone.
The deceased appears
to have deep incisions
along his torso,
consistent with...
[dramatic music]
- Give
- Give in to me
- Give in,
give in to me
- Give in to me
- Give in, give in
- Give in to me
- Give in, give in
Give in to me

When no one hears
your silent screams
You only
see what you believe
You're falling deeper
in the sea
Your misery
will set you free
If you give in to me
Give in,
give in to me
- Give in to me
- Give in, give in
- Give in to me
- Give in, give in
Give in
To me
Give in, give in
Give in, give in
Give in to me
Give in
Give in to me
[ominous music]