Bad Voodoo (2026) Movie Script

1
(Amelia humming)
- Will you please
stop that, Amelia?
I'm trying to read.
- Sorry Becca.
I think about them every day,
every night when I go to sleep.
- Did you even win your game?
- Of course I did.
- Did you even watch it?
- Nope.
- Too busy reading Shakespeare?
- "Titus Andronicus."
- "Titus Andronicus"
- Sweet tender, John.
You know, my selfishness
caused him to leave.
Blamed him.
It was, it was never his fault.
The pain that I feel
and the tightness in my chest,
wishing that I could go
back and change things,
you know, change it
so we can all be together
again like we were, a family.
- Dad.
- Dad!
(heavy breathing)
- Okay, Lucinda, save me.
- Yes.
You've made a real
breakthrough here, Abigail.
You've made a lot of progress
releasing the blame on John.
- By land, by fire, by Earth.
And you are one with us.
With love together, we
will conquer all pain
and release all grief.
Abigail, you are loved.
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Yes, Abigail.
There's no bigger tragedy
in the entire universe
than to lose a child.
You must atone and take
accountability for your actions.
Abigail, it's the only
way you'll be at peace.
(clapping)
(person chanting in
foreign language)
- Amelia, Amelia.
(person humming)
(humming continues)
- Abby. I'm sorry to
disturb you so late.
- What are you doing here?
- Abby, there's
been a prison break.
Last known sighting has
them in this jurisdiction
heading our way.
If you want, I can
sweep the perimeter.
- Marcus.
- Let me get a detail
here, at least.
- Marcus.
- What?
- There are easier ways for you
to stalk me other
than just parking
outside my house all night.
You gotta stop with
this overly protective
brotherly act you have going on.
It's fucking creepy.
- Alright, goodnight Abby.
If I get any more
reports, I'll swing--
- Just go. Come on.
- I'll swing by.
- Goodnight.
(door slamming)
- Channel Four News here,
and we report breaking news.
A violent prison break has
left one guard severely
hospitalized and four
dangerous fugitives
on the loose.
The brazen escape has
the county on edge.
Police are advising everyone
to stay inside their homes
and lock their doors.
Now we've just received word
that the four escaped
felons were convicted
of multiple murders.
Police have set up roadblocks
on all major roads,
but there are concerns
that fugitives may hide out
to avoid being captured.
I'm here reporting
live, Michelle Ropa.
Back to you, Bob.
- Only for special
occasions, huh John?
(Abigail screaming)
- Shut the fuck up, shhh!
Let the others in. Shut up.
Easy, easy.
(Abigail whimpering)
Okay, anyone else in the house?
- Damn y'all, this
is not looking good.
- Shut the fuck up.
What about wheels?
You got a car?
Listen. Listen.
If you make any
fucking sudden move,
I will slice both of your
fucking ankles. You understand?
- Jesus, Doc.
- It gets the point across.
Where's your hubby at?
(Abigail whimpering)
- He left five years ago.
- Check out front. Make
sure that cop left.
- Yeah.
So what's your name?
- He asked you a question.
What's your name?
- Abby.
- You got any kids, Abby?
- Two girls.
- Where are they?
- Not here.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Come on Nonzo, this
is my fucking time.
- Fucking rich people.
- Mmm, hello there.
(chuckles) Come to Daddy.
- Breathe. Breathe.
- Nice dress, Abby.
I want to trust you Abby.
Trust is the foundation
of a great friendship.
You wanna be my friend, right?
- Fuck you.
- Ah, you got some
spunk in you. (laughing)
Come on Abby. That's not
very fucking friendly.
When I ask a question,
I expect an answer.
Okay?
- Forget the bitch.
Look at her. She
ain't gonna try shit.
Focus on the next move.
(Abigail whimpering)
- Right.
You're right.
Don't think I forgot it was
you who found this house.
You're going places
with us, bro.
- Yeah, this crew's
gonna be a lot
smaller if we don't
stop the bleeding.
- Four of us.
Make sure you got
the right sizes.
Alright, see you then.
Ride will be here in two hours.
- Two fucking hours?
We're fucking sitting
ducks here man.
- Be cool, Doc. He's on his way.
- He better hurry the fuck up.
- Ah!
- Whoa.
- Fuck Nonzo.
- Go stitch up his ass.
- Whoa, you try some
shit with that scissor
and I'm gonna burn this
fucking whole house down
with your two daughters in it.
You understand me?
Get over there.
- Next job will be the
mother of all jobs.
Retirement, baby.
- That's right.
That's what Nice
keeps preaching about.
Too good of a score to pass up.
My man was right.
Breaking outta prison was
an easy job. (laughing)
- Armored car carrying 300
million in untraceable bonds.
My guy on the inside, he's
got our bases covered.
Cleaner than a 401k, bud.
- The man with a plan.
Just keep thinking about
those tropical beaches
with umbrella drinks
and hot island chicks.
- Fuck yeah, man.
- Hey, Little Red Riding Hood,
you guys are really
fucking me up pumps.
What were you
thinking about going?
Going to Kansas
and finding Toto?
- Rich bitch ain't got no style.
- I like them.
- Um, I'm actually done.
- Damn, how'd you get
them stitches so tight?
- You shoulda been
a doctor Abby.
- Funny, my husband always
said I should have been one.
- Well, just keep your
cool. Be outta here soon.
- Abby, go cook some shit.
Nonzo, go with her.
Go on.
Keep sniffing those
panties, but remember,
we got a plan.
- Just trying to
keep her cool, doc.
Besides, it's Nonzo you
should be worried about.
He's the one that's been
eye fucking her all night
and now you just sent
him off to dinner.
- That's right.
'Cause we want him gone.
See, the reason
why we got locked,
it wasn't because we're fuckups.
It was because of
Nonzo's dumb ass.
- Everything was
textbook. (sighs)
We had the drop on the guards.
Nonzo's fucking job was to
get the keys to the truck,
- Except the guard
driving had double Ds.
So Nonzo was too
busy grabbing titties
to get the bitch away
from the fucking radio.
- That's when shit
went sideways.
- We got burned. So we
hijacked an armored truck.
We would've been out of there
the way my brother Mike drives.
- We had a clear
exit to the highway,
the some dumb ass
civilian got in our way.
- Those fuckers.
- The crash killed
my brother Mike
and got us locked up.
Would've been life
without parole,
but the Lord has
big plans for us.
- Yeah.
Bunch of dumbfuck cops
screwed up the evidence.
Cut a deal with the
DA just to save face.
Damn,
Sorry about your brother, Doc.
- I appreciate that.
- Who are the dead civilians?
- Who cares?
- Fuck 'em.
- We just wanted to fill you in
'cause the shares on
the next job are about
to get a little bit bigger.
- Let's just say Nonzo's
looking at an early
forced retirement.
- I'm good with that, but
not 'till after the job.
We need him.
- Oh, been a minute since
I had me some home cooking.
- It's chili from a can.
- (chuckles) Where I come
from, that's good eating.
I'll get that for you.
What, afraid I'm gonna bite you?
- Afraid you're gonna
breathe on me again.
- Saucy ass bitch.
I like that
- The fuck you doing, Nonzo?
- Nothing man. Just
helping her cook.
- Dinner's ready.
- All good, Doc?
- Just thinking I'm
about my brother Mike.
He loved himself
some good chili.
- Yeah. I wish he was here.
I'd do anything
to see Mike again.
You know, I uh,
I always remember
what you told me when
I first joined up.
All people are animals,
but most of them are prey
and just don't know it yet.
Us predators gotta show
'em their rightful place.
I get that right?
- Pretty close.
- Doc.
Oh, the table's ready.
- Bring the pot
before it gets cold.
- Can I offer you some wine?
- Somebody say wine?
- Hell yeah.
- Um, Nice, can you go
get us a bottle please?
- What made you Susie
Homemaker all of a sudden, huh?
- You asked me to be
more friendly, so.
- Okay.
- There we go.
- Pour yourself some.
You've earned it.
- Thank you.
- What should we toast to?
- Um, possibly your health?
- Nah, that shit's weak.
How about the
Lonely Wife's Club?
How long has it been since
your husband left your ass?
- Five years.
- Are your kids upset at you
'cause you drove
their daddy away?
- Go easy doc.
- Fuck easy, I like it hard.
Which one of your girls
gives you a harder time, huh?
The fuck happened to your drink?
- We ran out of wine.
- Don't drink.
- You don't drink.
Probably takes you like
three bottles for you
to feel anything.
(Smooth groans)
- Abby, you got a napkin?
(tense music)
I don't know if it's the
fucking chili or the bullet,
but fuck, that hurts.
- The fuck is up with you two?
- What do you mean, doc?
- You her white knight
all of a sudden?
- No, I just haven't
been an asshole.
- Hey, new guy better
watch his fucking mouth.
- Smooth. You okay?
- I think I lost too much blood.
- The fuck?
- Are you fucking--
(Abigail humming)
(humming continues)
(humming continues)
(humming continues)
(humming continues)
- What?
- So glad you're home.
- Glad to be home.
Come here.
What happened to
my favorite shoes?
- I didn't wanna ruin them.
John, you're gonna be late.
- Yeah. Hurry up.
My friends keep texting me
that they're gonna
leave without me.
- We're coming.
- Hold your horses, mom.
- Yeah, hold your horses, mom.
- I have some work to get done,
so your father's gonna
have to take you.
- But you always
take me to my games.
- Oh, I know sweetie.
It's just, I have a
runway show coming up
and I'm behind on a few pieces.
It just couldn't be helped.
- Lame excuse, mom.
- Becca, be nice.
- Have a great game, princess.
- Not princess today
mom, champ today.
- Okay.
(both laughing)
- Dad can I drive?
- Haha.
- What?
- Very funny. No.
- What if dad falls
asleep at the wheel?
- Well then just read
him one of your plays.
(John snoring)
- Yeah right.
That would definitely
put him to sleep.
How about you sing him
some songs or whatever?
Just, (laughing).
All right, you guys gotta go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
- This is so unfair.
- Too early for
teenage disobedience.
- Take care.
- Becca go to the car.
- Bye guys.
- Let your mom
get her creative juices flowing.
- Bye, mom.
(kissing)
- Spaghetti tonight?
- What?
No, fettuccine Alfredo. Don't
you dare call it spaghetti.
- Spasgetti.
- Hey mom?
- Yeah?
- You do realize fettuccine
Alfredo is spaghetti, right?
- Bye guys.
Hey. Yeah.
They just left.
- Fuck off, whatever
your name is.
- It's John.
- What happened to your face?
- I shaved.
You don't remember me?
Guess I shouldn't be surprised.
I wasn't at the trial.
I was too busy recovering from
the coma you all put me in.
You know, Doc, I thought
you almost had it.
When you saw Abigail
and me together?
- It was you.
You that asshole who pulled
out right in front of us.
- What about the
big retirement job?
- The fuck. Wake the
fuck up. There's no job.
What do you want?
- I want you to experience
what I felt every day
for the last five years.
You got off with a
slap on the wrist
because of a crooked cop
and an incompetent DA.
And then you were
given a second chance
and you pissed it away
for some pipe dream score
from a total stranger
you met in prison.
- Bet it was her idea to
send you off to prison
so she can get some
dick while you--
(John grunting)
- Life is about second chances.
You've had yours. I've had mine.
Now, where's my little
girl's second chance, huh?
- If we could give
that to them, we would.
- You might be able
to do just that.
- Okay. How can we make
it right for you then?
- When the time comes,
accept your punishment.
(Doc breathing heavily)
Oh Doc, if you ever
talk about a woman
I love that way again,
I'll rip your face off.
- I told you we shouldn't
have ever trust that psycho.
I knew the job was too
fucking good to be true.
- You got us in this mess, Doc.
Now we're all gonna
fucking die down here.
- Shhhh.
Relax. Relax.
They're just trying to scare us.
- Yeah. Well, it's
fucking working.
- If they wanted us dead,
we would be already,
let's just chill the fuck out
and figure out way to get
the hell out of this place.
- Yeah, how we gonna do that
when we're all tied up?!
- I'm fucking thinking!
Okay? I'm fucking
thinking, okay?
I'm thinking.
- Hey Doc, I ever tell you
about my stint in juvie?
- Not a great time for a stroll
down memory lane, Smooth.
Let's focus on trying
to get the fuck out.
- Trust me, it's relevant.
I was already locked
up for boosting cars.
Cell next to me was
empty,' till one day
this kid, Brandon or
something, got locked up for
stealing shit from
homes to pawn it.
He said this time he
robbed the wrong place.
I tried to get him to calm down,
mainly so I could get
some fucking sleep.
But he kept ranting,
"I robbed a Houngans!"
- The fuck is a Houngans?
- Voodoo priest.
- How is that fucking relevant?
- You don't see that
giant fucking altar?
- Okay, well, what
happened to the kid?
- I was asleep when
I heard the screams.
(man screaming)
The guards didn't bother to
check on him until the next day.
They said his legs and
arms were bent sideways
like a human pretzel.
I wouldn't have believed it
if I didn't see it myself.
- And how is this story supposed
to help us get outta here?
- Let us know what we
may be dealing with.
You ask me, I
think we're fucked.
- Great, Smooth,
real fucking helpful.
- Knock off the fucking
ghost story. Okay?
Let's just focus on trying
to get the fuck out.
(laughing) I see you there,
Little Red Riding Hood.
Were you flickering with the
lights, trying to scare us?
Huh? Enjoying the show?
- Immensely.
- You know, I was just
telling your husband how badly
I wanna ram a knife
into your fucking skull.
- You're so feisty.
Doc, we haven't started yet.
- (laughing) Oh, I'm scurr.
Jesus Christ, Abby, you're
going over the fucking deep end.
John, please tell me
this fucking bitch
escaped the asylum,
'cause there's no way
this Looney Tunes ho
should be out in fucking public.
- Which one of you
stole my necklace?
- Necklace?
- Mm-hmm.
- Nobody touched your
tacky ass jewelry.
- A confession will help your
punishment be less severe.
(Abigail sighs)
- Abigail?
- Not now, John.
- Said to wait
'till he gets here.
- Yeah Abby, don't listen
to the voices in your head.
Listen to your husband
who drove his fucking
car into traffic
and killed your girls.
(Doc screaming)
Christ help me, please
please, I don't wanna die.
Please, I don't want to die.
- Last time.
Which one of you
stole my necklace?
- Nobody fucking took your
necklace, you dumb bitch!
I didn't fucking take it.
- Who took it?
- Okay. Okay, I took it.
Okay? It was me, I'm sorry.
- No, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.
Come on. Come on.
- It's in my
pocket, right there.
- See, was that so hard?
You know, honesty
is the best policy.
Didn't your mom teach you that?
(signs) Nonzo,
Nonzo, Nonzo, Nonzo!
You weren't so
forthcoming, were you?
(sighs) Look at this guy.
Isn't he cute? He
looks just like you.
How about we play with
him for a little bit?
- No.
- You see these little
hands, perfect little hands?
Yeah?
- No, no, no.
(Nonzo screaming)
- The ritual will
be starting soon.
(Nonzo groaning)
(girl giggling)
- Dad, get down!
- Is everything okay?
- Sorry. You caught
me in a daydream.
- About them.
- I miss 'em so much
I can barely bring myself
to look at their rooms.
- Ah, I think I can get free.
- What?
Man, if you don't do this,
we'll be fucking dead. Hurry up!
- Okay. Almost there.
- You got a fucked
up hand anyway.
Just fucking snap
that shit open.
(Nonzo grunting)
Good, man.
Hurry up, man. Do me, man.
- Ah shit.
They fucked you
up real bad, dude.
(Nonzo shouting)
- Fuck!
- Hurry up, man!
- Ah, fuck off!
- Come on, dude. Untie
me, bro, come on.
(Nonzo screaming)
- Shut up!
(Nonzo panting)
- They're gonna
fucking hear you.
- Okay.
- Shh.
- They're gonna
fucking shh be quiet.
(Smooth coughing)
- Let's get the fuck out.
- Shit, how are you
even still alive, man?
Damn.
- Hey, you okay?
You're okay.
- Please help me.
- No, I love you, but you're
dead weight. Let's go.
I'll get the voodoo shit
and get the fuck outta here.
- Bet.
- There are only two.
It should be three.
- I don't fucking know.
(John shouting)
Get off me!
(John grunting)
Get off me!
- No! (grunts)
- Doc! (grunts)
- John, hang on!
(Screaming)
(screaming continues)
- Fucking bitch!
Fuck!
Fucking bitch.
- Houngans.
Good to see you.
- Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy.
The pleasure is all mine.
- It's so nice to see you
after all this time, Houngans.
- I trust you are
happy to be reunited?
- Yes. And eager to
start the ritual.
- We're extremely grateful.
Everything you said would happen
has happened exactly
as you said it would.
(man speaking foreign language)
- You are home now and no
longer in need of my protection.
Follow me.
(man speaking foreign language)
Very good.
(Nonzo coughing)
- Bunch of fucking animals,
let him die in peace.
- No justice, no peace.
(Houngan speaking
foreign language)
(Nonzo screaming)
- What the fuck
did you do to him?
Huh?
- Sometimes death
is a new beginning.
- Your turn will be coming soon.
- You can make this less painful
by admitting your
guilt, say you're sorry
for what you did
to our daughters.
- Sorry.
- Okay.
- Yeah. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm so fucking sorry. Please.
- That's a start. Doc?
- Fuck your kids.
Shit happens.
You can continue bitching
about it or you can move on.
Tired of your fucked up games.
- This isn't about us, Doc.
This is about those two
innocent lives you took.
And our new friend
is gonna make sure
that's the only thing
going through your thick
skull as you leave this world.
- Ah, stop bitching
about it, man.
What fucking parents you are.
Kill your kids and now
you hire this crazy fuck
to do some voodoo
witchcraft fucking shit?
- You deserve worse than death.
(Abigail chuckling)
Oh my God, I can't believe
we're actually doing it.
That felt so good. So
when's our next ritual?
- Do you remember
the pact we made?
- Yeah, of course.
- No, you do not.
(Houngans speaking
foreign language)
This was not our pact.
- We didn't mean to
misplace your trust.
Tell him, Abby,
- I thought that they would
be useful for protection.
I didn't even think
that they would work.
- You made a pact
bound by blood.
You are a fool
for meddling in powers
you do not understand.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to break our pact.
Please forgive me.
- Your dedication and
sacrifice has ensured
our act will succeed.
Your daughters would be proud.
- I, I promise I'll do better.
Just tell me what you want
me to do and I'll do it.
I swear I won't
undermine you again.
- Whatever you do,
do not let him in.
- Marcus, the fuck are
you doing in my house?
- Jesus, Abby, I've been
trying to call you for an hour.
Your door was
unlocked. I just...
- What?
- I just wanted to
see if you were okay.
- And that makes it okay for
you to just walk on in here?
- Abby, we found the fugitive's
car a mile down the road.
You haven't seen
anything, have you?
- No.
- Are you sure?
- Hey guys, there's
a cop in the house.
You gotta be quiet.
- You don't have to
be rude about it.
- You're trespassing just
to make a pass at me.
- I wasn't...
- Sure.
- I'm just doing my job.
- Why don't you go and
do it somewhere else?
- Okay.
Goodnight, Abby.
- All right. I did
what you asked.
- Very well.
Are you ready for
the final ritual?
Remember, all those responsible
for your daughter's deaths
will pay their debt.
- This I vow.
We're ready.
(Abby sighs)
- This I vow.
- I will return soon
with a manbo to complete
y'alls new appearance.
- A manbo?
- You must both prepare
yourselves for what is to come.
- What's the matter?
- You don't always
have to take his side.
You should try sticking
up for your wife.
(person speaking
foreign language)
- What do you want
now, ratchet ho?
- You son of a bitch!
- Get that
motherfucker, kill him!
(Screams)
Stop it, stop it!
- Stop it!
- I know that you are angry.
I know that you are tired,
but this is not the way.
We are dealing with
forces bigger than us.
We made a promise to Houngans.
- We always make promises
we don't intend to keep.
- What are you talking about?
- Look at our daughters.
Look how well that turned out!
- No, no, no, no. That is
not my fault. Look at me.
Look, when this is all
done, we sell the house.
We get out of here.
We travel the world.
We find each other
again. The new us.
Huh?
What do you say?
- You're always the perfect one.
You're always the Boy Scout.
- No, no. That's not fair.
Nobody's perfect.
Abigail, I need you to say it.
Say it.
- Not revenge.
- Justice. Not revenge.
(both breathing deeply)
- That was sweet.
- Your time's coming up.
You're next, motherfucker.
You're next.
John?
(panting) John!
Why the hell did you lock that?
- Relax, mom.
- Yeah, it was
just a little joke.
- Are you and dad
having a fight?
- No. No. It was nothing.
(girls laughing)
- Girls?
Rebecca?
Amelia?
Where are you?
You gotta tell me where you are?
- Why didn't you
drive us that day?
You always drove us.
- Did you not love us enough?
Is that why you made daddy
drive us, so we could be hurt?
- You wanted a new
family, didn't you?
- No, no, no! (panting)
- Geez, you scared me.
- What are you doing, Marcus?
- Abby, this is
Detective Lisa Gomes
and I believe you know
Detective Tom Carson.
They have a couple questions
they'd like to ask you.
- Nice to meet
you, Mrs. Bellamy.
Marcus has told us
a lot about you.
- Good to see you again, Abby.
- Go fuck yourself.
- Excuse you?
- Abby. Can we just all relax?
- This is officially harassment.
I've done nothing wrong.
- We know John was involved
in the prison break tonight.
- What?
You mean the one on the news?
- Yes.
- No. No.
That's impossible.
- Why did your husband fake his
identity to get into prison?
- That's gotta be a first,
pretending to be somebody else
to get yourself locked up.
It's usually the
other way around.
Why is that, Abby?
- I don't know what the
hell you're talking about.
Am I supposed to
know who that is?
- That's John, Abby.
- No, Marcus.
I know my husband
and that is not John.
- Where's your
husband, Mrs. Bellamy?
- Not that it's any
of your business,
but my husband
left me years ago.
Come on, tell them.
- That is true.
He hasn't been seen around
here in a long time.
But that's all I can speak to.
- You do know those are the
men he escaped with, right?
The same men who
killed your daughters?
- Now, Officer Gibbs noted
that he thought it was kind
of odd that you weren't too
concerned about their escape?
- I've been trying not
to live in the past
so I can move on with my life.
So thank you.
Thank you for coming here,
dredging up my most
painful memories,
especially when
it was your fault
that my daughter's killers
got a lighter sentence,
missing evidence.
Perjuring yourself in the stand.
Great job police
work, detective.
Now tell me why you
still got that--
- Enough, Mrs. Bellamy,
this is about your husband
and why his fingerprints showed
up in the prison database
under a different name.
John, if you can hear me,
it's time to turn yourself in.
- Do you have a warrant?
- Any minute now.
Why don't you save
us the trouble
and let us have a look around?
- Absolutely not.
Get the fuck out.
- Let's go.
- Get out.
- We'll be watching.
- Out!
What?
If you have something
to say, Marcus,
then just fucking say it!
- You know, most of what
she said over there was
pretty true about me.
I felt bad about the
meltdown I had in
court for a day or two.
They stuck me on desk duty.
It wasn't all that bad.
DA had to settle.
Shit happens. Right?
- You're a shitty cop.
You know that, right?
- Abby, if you're
just honest with him,
things will go a
lot better for you.
I know you've been through hell
and trust me, the DA will
take that into consideration.
- I've been through hell?
Five years later and I'm
still going through it.
- So tell us where John
and the others are.
You have more support
than you realize.
You just have to open up.
- You gave up on this job a
long time ago, didn't you?
Well, I got your back
so long as you got mine.
- I thought that
I could do this.
I really did.
I, I thought that
I could do this.
But when John woke
up from his coma,
I thought that it
was the only way
that we can heal our family
again, or whatever's left of it.
I...
- You can still have that.
- To get revenge, Marcus.
Marcus, I'm so lonely.
- I know. I know.
- They have arrived
- First, the cleansing.
(Lucinda humming)
Next, the mark of the faithful.
(Lucinda humming)
Now you. (humming)
- The spirits are
here. (humming)
(Lucinda singing in
foreign language)
(singing in foreign
language continues)
- Come out and feast.
- Darkness has been your home.
It will become your home once
you step out into the light.
Salvation is the light.
Come out.
(Abigail crying)
- Daddy?
- Yes, baby girl. Daddy's here.
I thought I'd never
see you again.
- Mommy?
- Amelia.
- Daddy?
- Come here!
Oh, girls...
- Thank you for
helping us, Daddy.
- Of course. I
missed you so much.
- What about mommy?
- She missed you
too. Give her a hug.
- What's wrong, mommy?
Are you not happy to see me?
(Abigail crying)
- Thank you for
helping us mommy.
- A sinful flesh is
the sign of a rebirth.
The time is now to cross
over to the spirit world.
The time is now.
A rebirth.
- When did the tiger's
young ones teach the dam?
No grace, no womanhood.
Ah, beastly creature.
- Please, don't.
Not like this.
- Say it.
- I'm sorry.
- Louder!
- I'm sorry! (screams)
(Doc and Nonzo scream)
(Doc continues screaming)
(Abigail crying)
- The window is closing.
Justice has brought you peace.
Go now.
- I love you both very much.
- We love you too, Daddy.
- What am I doing?
Rebecca?
Rebecca, Amelia!
Rebecca?
Please, I haven't,
I haven't said goodbye
to them yet. Please!
- The children have
already crossed over.
- No. No...
- John, no.
No, please, no, no...
(Abigail wailing)
No!
No! (crying)
- Everything will be okay now.
You've been through a lot and
you just need to rest. Okay?
You'll see.
- I just didn't, I
didn't expect them...
- I knew it!
- Marcus?
- Fucking lied to me.
You lied to me the
whole goddam time.
- No, no.
- Shut up. Is that blood?
- Marcus it's not
what you think.
- Turn around. Put your hands
on top of your head right now.
- Where's your warrant, Marcus?
- Warrant?
I heard people
screaming in here.
I don't need a fucking warrant.
I come in here and
I see two crazies
and what are these,
fucking cult outfits?
- Marcus, please.
We're just--
- Abby
- No, no, no. Just leave.
Marcus, I promise,
I won't tell them--
- I put my ass on
the line for you.
- I won't tell them.
- I told...
- No, don't.
- Where are the others?
- Okay, Marcus, think
about what you're doing.
- I am thinking about it.
I'm thinking that I have
my gun pointed at your
fugitive husband right now.
I can say any story I want.
Who do you think
they're gonna believe?
Huh?
- What do you want?
- I want you to take
me to them right now.
Right now!
- Alright.
- Please don't go upstairs.
- Abby.
- You can't.
- You need to call a lawyer.
You are gonna need it.
- No, you can't...
- I'll be back for you.
Move your ass.
- We go way back, Marcus.
You sure you want to do this?
- If I shoot you,
I'll get a medal.
Yeah, I think I'm
good with that.
- Right.
- What the fuck is this?
- Justice.
- Shut the fuck up! Turn around.
- You're in way over
your head, Marcus.
- You're in way over
your head, John.
Who the fuck are you?
Answer me, goddammit,
who the fuck are you?!
- No justice.
No peace.
(Marcus screaming)
(Abigail panting)
- Why Marcus?
- Mrs. Bellamy, we need to
begin John's transformation.
You must leave.
- No, but why Marcus?
- Mrs. Bellamy, leave.
- Okay, but wait,
wait, wait, wait. What?
What if, what about my identity?
What if the other cops,
they're gonna know?
- Sound judgment.
Your transformation
will begin soon.
You must go.
(Lucinda speaking
foreign language)
(Lucinda humming)
- The doorway to hell
is like a eyes of a cat.
But the transformation rituals
requires something else.
(Lucinda speaking
foreign language)
Once complete, you will
become unrecognizable.
(Lucinda speaking
foreign language)
(Lucinda laughing)
(John screaming)
(Lucinda cackling)
- You should be worried, Abby.
New life? That's funny.
Does it even bother you
that you got me killed?
- No. You, you got
yourself killed.
I didn't do anything.
- (scoffs) Don't worry.
It's just us here.
Keep on lying to
yourself instead of
confronting the truth.
- No, the truth is that
I'm the real victim here.
Not like my daughters
and not like me.
- So killing three, wait,
four men in cold blood
makes you the victim?
- Houngans said that none
of you were innocent.
Not like my daughters
and not like me!
- What about John?
- John?
John is innocent.
- Do you trust him?
- Of course I trust him.
- They know.
- No, no. Stop it.
I'm, I'm innocent!
- What are you afraid of?
The guilt buried
deep inside you?
No. Stop it!
Okay. (panting)
- That bad voodoo magic
you were so eager
to get your hands on
to cover up your own
guilt and revenge.
You never stopped
it from the truth!
- No. No!
No!
No, no... (crying)
Are you okay?
Oh, John.
Oh, sweetie.
She can keep you resting.
- So much pain.
So much hurt.
All because of you.
- What?
- I know what you did
the day of the car crash.
I know why you made me drive.
I know because Rebecca told me.
She saw it all from
beyond her grave,
things a little girl
should never see.
- We got a call about a
disturbance in the area?
- Hello, officer.
- Hello to you.
- No, I didn't.
I didn't.
I didn't do it.
- You did this.
- I did--
- All this time,
all those years
spent behind bars,
rotting with those animals,
blaming myself for
everything that happened.
All because of you!
(Abigail crying)
- John, I didn't mean
for anybody to get hurt.
- Oh, if you had just driven
the girls like you were
supposed to that day, they
would still be here, Abigail.
Rebecca and Amelia
would still be with us.
This is your fault.
You made me feel guilty,
saying why did I
drive down that road?
Why didn't I turn?
"Why didn't you swerve
a little faster, John?"
(Abigail crying)
- I admit I was unfaithful.
John, I'm sorry--
- Not good enough.
- John, look, I love them.
I would never hurt
them. You know that.
- But you did!
(Abigail crying)
- You helped kill them and
now you must pay your debt.
- No, no, no... (crying)
- Do you remember our vow?
All those responsible
for our daughter's death
will pay their debt.
- But, but I didn't do anything.
Those men were the
ones that did it.
They deserve it. Not me.
No...
John, what are you doing?
- Justice.
No...
John, you wouldn't do
that because you love me.
- I did. I loved you so
goddamn much, Abigail.
But you ruined our family.
And now you will be punished.
- No, John, I love you.
I love you.
- You know what, Abigail?
I don't know if you
ever really did love me.
- No, dear.
You are not going anywhere.
- Lucinda?
- Yes.
I'm really happy about the
progress that you made, Abigail.
But unfortunately it's
not enough for the debt
that you must pay.
- But I thought
you were my friend.
- Oh Abigail, did the
guilt cloud your judgment
so bad that you forget
this was all your idea?
- Yeah.
John, please don't. (crying)
- It's all right,
John. Take your time.
- Please I'd do anything to
trade places with our girls.
You didn't deserve this.
Amelia, Rebecca did not
deserve this! (crying)
- You control her.
Your fate it is in your hands.
(Abigail screaming)
(Abigail sobbing)
- Goddammit, all I ever
wanted was to be a good father
and a husband to you!
But I was never good enough.
(Abigail sobbing)
- No, don't... (crying)
John, no, no, please
don't, please don't, no!
(Abigail crying)
- Abigail, (speaking
foreign language).
You must be held accountable.
(Abigail crying)
(Abigail screaming)
(Abigail humming)
(humming continues)
- Here's your fucking warrant.
- Wow. That was fast.
- Of course, is
Marcus here with you?
- Officer Gibbs is
presumed missing.
He never returned his
patrol car last night.
- Yes.
- What if he ran
into those prisoners?
Funny you should mention that,
because his last known
contact was a voicemail.
He left early this
morning saying he knew
exactly where the
prisoners were.
(Abigail laughing)
What's so funny, Mrs. Bellamy?
- Oh, you had me going
there for a minute.
Of course. Please, have a look.
Listen, I have nothing to hide.
- Fucking bitch.
- What was that, detective?
- Bridge!
(man sighing)
Fuck!
- Careful. Almost made
me mess up my stitching
- There's nothing here.
Wasting my goddamn time Tom.
Abigail, no more games.
Where's your husband?
- I told you he left years ago.
- What happened to
Marcus last night?
This house was the last
place his cell phone
pinged before it died.
- (sighs) Maybe he's
pulling your leg.
You weren't so nice to him.
Ow!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- You have been
with her too long!
You're starting act like him!
- Keep it together.
She knew we wouldn't find shit.
You heard that voicemail?
No wait, that was fake.
- You're right. But
if you can't prove it,
we have nothing.
We're done here.
You wanna do another sweep?
- They must have
missed something.
- I'll radio it in.
- No.
If we're wrong, that'll
make us look even worse.
- Copy.
- Your partner seems to
have a real anger problem.
- Maybe she doesn't like liars.
- Oh, funny, she seems to
tolerate you just fine.
- What?
- Don't move.
Don't move.
Take that!
- What the fuck are you doing?
- (chuckles) You got
a spider on your head.
You should just thank me.
- Thank you.
You do that again,
I will shoot you.
(Abigail sighs)
- I wish you had that
same anger towards
putting my daughter's
killers behind bars.
- I did my job to the
best of my ability.
If you've got a problem with it,
then you can contact
my supervisor.
- Detective, if that was your
best, then that explains why
there's so many cases
that go unsolved.
- I'm done talking to you.
- Why?
So you can go and
mess up other evidence
on a different case,
just like you did with
my daughter's case?
- Maybe I'm thinking of
new ways to have you busted
for killing Officer Gibs
and those convicts that you
and your husband helped escape.
- Oh, detective.
See, you need to be careful
because it's possible
that I may be recording
this conversation.
And what would that do?
That will hurt your
next promotion, huh?
- Well, I guess I'll just have
to take my chances, won't I?
- Huh.
- What the fuck?
Kill me, kill me! (sobbing)
Fuck this!
- What's going on, detective?
- (laughing) Maybe she got tired
of having a shitty partner.
- What's wrong with your voice?
- I've made some changes
since your last visit.
- Who the hell are you?
Get your hands
over your head now.
- I have to apologize.
Abigail would've done
a much better job.
- You drop it or I drop you.
- Okay.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Aww, okay.
I'm not gonna kill you.
- What? (panting)
- You see, killing
is just not my job.
It's his.
- All those responsible--
(woman screaming)
(voices overlapping)
(birds chirping)
- Lucinda.
- Yes?
- I'd like you to
meet a friend of mine.
She really needs your help.
- Oh, I saw you on the news.
Your daughter was kidnapped.
- Murdered now.
(Lucinda gasps)
We found her body last week.
- Oh my God. I'm so sorry.
- I just want justice for her.
- So you want all of
those responsible to pay?
- Yes.
- Good.
(Abigail screaming)