Man Across the Street (2026) Movie Script
1
(Epic music)
- I know. Dad is gonna kill me.
I'm on the way home right now.
[Voice on phone] Are
you gonna see him again?
Or was it just another hookup?
- No, it was not just another hookup.
We're texting.
(She grunts)
(He screams)
(Intense music)
No!
(She grunts)
(Creepy music)
- Emma, what the hell are you doing?
Emma!
(Somber music)
Emma, wait!
What the hell, Emma?
Where do you think you're going?
(Emma)
- Leave me alone, Jeff! We're done!
- No, put that shit down
and talk to me for a second.
- No, don't touch me!
- Damn it, Emma!
Sit the fuck down and listen to me!
- Or what? You'll hit me again?
- Hey, I just got your
text. Everything alright?
- Um, yeah.
I'm leaving Jeff, and I
just wanted to see you.
- Oh, bullshit!
You wanted her here
so that I don't get mad.
It's not like that.
Listen, I told you I'm sorry.
- Yeah, I've heard that before.
I'll let you know where I end up.
Thanks for coming over.
- Emma, wait!
Emma, wait!
- (She screams) Let go!
- Emma, is there another guy?
- I wish there was!
- Emma, just wait for five
seconds and talk to me really quick.
Emma, I love you!
- Whatever.
- Cant we just talk about this?
(The engine starts)
- Emma!
Emma, this isn't over!
- I actually think this is over.
- Shit!
(Hopeful music)
(Phone vibrating)
- Please tell me it's over.
- Yeah, it's over.
- You all right?
- I will be.
I just wish I had ended it sooner.
- Well, you've done it now.
That's all that matters.
- You know, I couldn't
have done it without you.
It's nice having a
friend who's a therapist.
- Not a therapist yet!
I have one more year, and
then I can start charging you.
But seriously, I'm so excited to see you!
- (Sigh) Yeah, me too. I'm excited.
A new life in Las Vegas.
And no more crazy men!
- Well, I cant promise that.
- I think I'll be there around five.
- Okay, perfect! I'll make dinner.
I'll see you then.
Bye!
(Mystical music)
- I do have, um, one last question.
Do you think my husband is cheating on me?
- Um, let's find out, okay?
Lets see.
Um.
Okay.
So it looks like your
husband isn't cheating on you.
But you're cheating on him,
and he's about to find out.
- Shit.
(Phone rings)
- I am so sorry. I'm getting a quick call.
But, um, you can pay at the front.
- It was really great to see you.
- Okay. Bye.
- Hi!
Casey, what's up?
- You remember my friend Emma?
- Yeah, the one with the boyfriend issues.
Did she decide to move in?
- Yeah. She'll be here around five.
Wanna have dinner with us?
- Okay!
Okay, yeah. Food sounds great.
All right. I'll see you
later. Bye. (Sad music)
Bye.
Well, okay.
I admit it.
We were happy for a minute.
Funny how things can change...
...In an instant.
(Emma laughs)
- Okay, I got one.
What do you call someone
who cries when they masturbate?
(They laugh)
- I don't know. What?
- A tear jerker!
- (He laughs) Thats
so bad. (Phone ringing)
(Phone ringing)
(Tense music)
I thought you deleted his number.
- I swear I did.
(Emma screams)
- That's fucking
bullshit, and you know it!
This is not my fault!
(Suspenseful music)
(She screams)
(Uplfiting music)
- Hi.
- Hey, you.
- Hey!
Sorry. I kind of brought everything.
- It's fine.
There's tons of room.
Lets just go inside.
You can get the stuff later.
You look beat.
Sorry.
Poor choice of words.
- It's fine. Let's just go.
- Well, this is it.
- Whoa! It's huge.
And you have a pool table?
- I do, I do.
Uh, there's the kitchen,
eating area, living room.
Obviously.
Um, down that hall is the laundry room...
And then next to that is just
like a room I use for storage.
Upstairs on the right is my room...
And then down the hall
to the left is lauras room...
And then yours.
- This is amazing, Casey.
You saved my life. Thank you.
- No need.
I'm just glad you got
away from that maniac.
Laura!
(Uplifting music)
This is my friend, Emma.
- Hi, you must be Emma.
I just said that.
- My name is Laura.
(They laugh)
- I said that too.
- Hi, I hear were gonna
be roommates. That's great.
- Yes. You have no idea
how happy I am to be here.
- She might. Lauras a psychic.
- Oh, really?
- I don't talk to dead people.
I just read tarot and palms.
I work at a psychic shop on the strip.
- Hm. How fun.
(Phone rings)
- It's Jeff.
(Phone rings)
- Wow! I'm impressed.
- I could see his name
pop up in the mirror.
(Emma laughs)
- You're not starting to have
second thoughts, are you?
- No! No way.
- You could always leave
the back door open tonight.
Tell him to come up to my room.
- What?
- I keep a loaded gun in my nightstand.
Who's to say I didn't
mistake him for a burglar?
- That's bad.
- Just don't get stupid on me
and start thinking about going back.
- No. No way.
I'm... I'm done this time.
- Okay, good.
Let's go get your stuff.
(Somber music)
(Tense music)
(Glass breaking)
(Calm music)
- So, Emma,
how do you two know each other?
- Oh, we went to high school together.
- How about you, Laura?
What brought you to casa Casey?
- Uh, Casey ran an ad for a roommate...
And I answered it.
And from there, we became friends.
- Nice.
- Now, if we could only
find someone worth dating...
Life would be great.
- Tell me about it.
Why is finding love so hard?
There are seven billion
people in this world, and...
Everybodys lonely.
- You know...
Emma, there's a guy
who comes into my work...
You might like.
- No thanks. (Chuckles)
But, speaking of work...
I need to get a job.
- There's no need to rush into it.
Get your bearings.
Take your time.
- Actually, I have, um, an
interview lined up for tomorrow.
- You're kidding.
That's was fast.
- I mean, made a call a
couple days ago, and...
It's just a waitressing job,
but if I can get it, I'll take it.
- Do you want a quick read?
- What?
- You know, the cards? (Chuckles)
- She wants to read your fortune.
(Phone rings)
(Phone rings)
Sure. Why not?
(Mysterious music)
- I want you to pick three cards.
- How accurate is this?
- Cards never lie.
- Okay.
One.
Two.
Three.
- Okay.
Perfect.
Okay.
The two of cups indicates
reconciliation...
With an ex-lover.
The eight of swords
indicates feeling trapped or...
Mental torment.
And the devil indicates
feeling trapped or...
Unable to find a way out.
- Great.
- Okay.
Obviously, Laura is a little off tonight.
Let's go get you unpacked.
- Good night.
(Calm music)
(Emma) So I got the job,
and I start tomorrow at nine.
- That's fantastic.
You sound excited.
- Yeah. I don't know why I'm excited.
It's just a waitressing job.
- Because it's a new
start to your new life.
- Yeah, you're right.
- Damn straight.
- Why don't you chill?
And Laura and I can bring home a pizza.
- Okay.
See you soon. Bye.
- Bye.
(Soft music)
(Knocking on door)
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can I help you?
- Yeah. I'm Emma.
I live across the street.
I think we accidentally got your package.
Thank you.
I was wondering when that would show up.
You said it was delivered
across the street?
- Yeah, right there.
- Surprised we havent met.
- Yeah, I just moved here.
I moved in with a friend. It's her place.
- Makes sense.
- Yeah.
- Well thanks, Emma.
- Um, I didn't get your name.
- Sorry. I'm Steve.
- Nice to meet you.
(Creepy music)
- So you're just visiting
from out of town, or?
- No, I actually just moved here from L.A.
Looks like Las Vegas is gonna be home now.
It looks like it's broken.
(Steve) Your porch
light. It's looking pretty sad.
- Oh yeah.
- Can I fix it for you? One
good deed deserves another.
- Uh, no, we should call somebody.
- No, no, no. Please.
They'll just overcharge you. Please.
I'm actually pretty handy.
I was literally just
fixing my cabinet drawer.
Okay.
- Lead the way.
Almost done.
- I brought us some iced tea.
- Oh, thank you. I'm all right, though.
- Okay. No problem.
- Would you mind holding this for me?
Yeah.
- Thank you.
- All done.
Thank you.
Impressive.
- So, um, what brings you to Vegas?
- Oh, you don't want to know.
Just a really bad breakup that
should've ended a long time ago.
- I know what you mean then.
Ive been through the same thing.
- Yeah, don't say it.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
- So it's just you and
your friend that live here?
- Uh, no. Theres another girl, Laura.
She rents a room.
Yeah. How about you? How
long have you lived here?
- About six years.
I work from home. It's comfortable.
Quiet.
- What do you do?
- Computer consulting.
Everything from mainframes to...
Helping sweet old ladies
with their password.
(Emma laughs) (Phone rings)
(Phone rings)
- Was that mister i'm
sorry, I can change?
- Yeah. How did you know?
- I just know the type.
Weak, insecure.
Thinks they're in
charge until they crumble.
Sorry. It's really none of my business.
- It's okay.
So, uh, what do people
do for fun around here?
- In Las Vegas?
- Yeah.
- Well, there's a lot.
Maybe I can show you some time.
- Yeah, I'd like that.
- Just let me know if there's
anything else that needs fixing.
(Casey) We're home!
- Oh! In the kitchen!
- Did you have company?
- Oh, yeah.
- No... a guy?
- Youre not here 24 hours
and you already met a guy?
- It's not like that.
- What did you do? Bring
a fry cook home with you?
- No. He lives across the street.
- A guy lives across the street?
- Yeah, I saw his package.
You saw his package?
- (Laura laughs)
- Stop it.
- I saw his package was
accidentally delivered here.
I brought it back over to him.
And he saw our porch light
was broken, and he fixed it for us.
So I brought us some iced tea.
That was it.
- Okay.
What was he like? Is he cute?
- His names Steve.
He works from home, and...
Yeah, he's handsome.
I'm surprised you guys havent met him.
- Yeah, that's weird. I
thought that house was vacant.
- No, he lives there.
- Do you like him?
- I don't know. I just met him.
- Oh, you do like him. I know that look.
- Stop it.
- Is... is this his?
- Oh, yeah. He must have left it.
I should give it back to him.
- Okay. (Creepy music)
See you in the morning.
- Very funny.
- Bye. (Chuckles)
(Creepy music)
(Gate squeaks)
(Knocking on door)
(Knocking on door)
(Gate squeaks)
- So you want to tell me where
you're actually going tonight?
- What are you talking about?
- Who the hell is Logan?
- She's my friend from work!
- A girl named Logan?
Yeah.
- Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
(Emma sighs)
You were saying?
- Who's that?
- Logan! My friend!
- No shit. She's kind of hot.
- You're ridiculous! Leave me alone!
- You think I don't hear you
talking on the phone all the time?
Whispering? Changing the subject
every time I come in the room?
- I'm not doing anything.
And I'm not seeing anybody.
Fine, fine, fine!
- Your jealousy is crazy!
Get the fuck out of here, Emma.
God, I'm so sick of this
shit. Go hang out with Logan.
(Knock at the door)
- Hello?
- Did I wake you?
- No, not at all.
- I just wanted to make
sure you were okay.
- Geez. Could you hear me?
- What do you mean?
- You're such a bad liar.
(Casey laughs)
We never really got a
chance to talk about it.
And I just thought you might want to.
- I just keep thinking about Jeff.
About us.
Just dont know how it got so bad.
- Was it ever really good?
- There were good times, but...
The bad times were really awful.
- Just have to put it all behind you.
- Yeah, you're right.
- Damn straight.
Anyway, I'll let you get some rest.
Good luck on the new job tomorrow.
- Thanks.
Hey, could you turn off my light please?
(Click)
(Eerie music)
- Emma.
I love you.
Jeff?
What are you? Jeff,
what are you doing here?
- What, you want me to leave?
- Yes. Stop it!
- Come on, I missed you. I had to see you.
- Stop!
(Music intensifies)
- You've been with
somebody else, haven't you?
- No. What's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with you?
Why do you keep lying to me all the time?
- What are you even talking about?
- You know what I'm talking
about! (Emma screams)
(Emma sighs)
(Traffic sounds)
(Co-worker #1) Goodbye.
(Co-worker #2) See you tomorrow.
- Bye, guys!
I'll lock up.
(Phone vibrates) (Upbeat music)
- Hey.
- Hey, Casey. I just got off work.
I think I'm gonna go to the supermarket.
Do you want anything?
- Um, no, but thanks for asking.
How was work?
- Yeah, I'll tell you
about it when I get home.
- Okay. See you in a few.
- See you soon.
- Bye.
(Tense music)
- Steve?
Steve! Oh, my god, what happened?
- Hey! Who are you?
- Hi, i'm... im Emma. We met yesterday.
- You met?
Can I help you?
I just moved in across the street.
2722 white Glenn.
Um, Steve, you helped
us fix our porch light.
- This is not Steve. He's Carl.
Steve was his twin brother
who died two years ago.
- No, I met him yesterday.
- I was there when they pulled
Steve's charred body out of a twisted car.
And I was there when he was buried.
I assure you, this is
not Steve. This is Carl.
I don't know if this is
some kind of a sick joke...
But please leave us alone.
- I don't understand. I...
(Creepy music)
(Gate squeak)
(Knocking on door)
(Knocking on door)
(Tense music)
- The working girl returns.
How did it go?
- It was fine.
Guys, the weirdest thing
just happened to me.
I was at the supermarket parking lot...
And I saw this woman
pushing a guy in a wheelchair.
I take a closer look,
and I realize it's Steve.
Steve from across the street.
- What happened to him?
That's what I said.
So I went, and I asked her, and
she told me that it's not Steve.
It's his twin brother, Carl.
- What? He has a twin?
- Hold on. It gets weirder.
- She then tells me that Steve
died in a car accident two years ago...
And she watched them Bury him.
(Creepy music)
- Well, that's creepy.
- But there's more.
I get home.
I go across the street to see
if I could see Steve anywhere.
And I look through his
living room window...
And there's nothing there.
Not even one piece of furniture. Nothing!
- Do you think it's possible that the
Steve you saw could be his ghost?
- Come on.
There has to be a reasonable explanation.
He had iced tea. Does
that sound like a ghost?
- You know...
Now that I think about it...
Imade him a glass, but he didn't drink it.
- Did he ever touch you?
- He put his hand up
to the bruise on my face.
But he didn't touch me.
- Are you guys seriously thinking
a ghost fixed our porch light?
- Well, I don't know. What
do you think it could be?
- Uh, Steve...
2845 white Glenn?
(Emma) Yeah, that's it.
Why are you lighting candles?
- Just a precaution.
- Uh, got it!
Is this Steve?
- Yeah, that's him.
Where'd you find that?
- At some computer show four years ago.
He got some kind of...
Geek award for stopping some hackers.
- Are there any recent pics?
- Um... no, but I'll keep looking.
(Laura) Oh, shit.
- What?
- A light just went on at Steve's house.
(Crickets)
(Music intensifies)
- What do you think we should do?
- This is getting creepy.
But I'm going over there.
- No!
We're going over there. I'm
not letting you go by yourself.
- Okay.
- What if he answers the door?
- We'll invite him over for dinner.
- Okay, I get that you're
skeptical, but that's not a good idea.
We shouldn't invite it in.
We have no idea what we're dealing with.
- Well, let's go find out.
(Creepy music)
(Knocking on door)
(Emma sighs)
- Maybe there's a loose wire or something?
- Try again.
(Knocking on door)
(Emma) See?
(Laura) That's really weird.
- Where are you going?
- I'm going to go see if I can
look inside the side window.
(Eerie music)
- Fuck!
Guys! I saw him.
- Where?
- Come here. Over here.
(Tense music)
(Emma) He's gone.
- Are you sure that you saw him?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
He was walking around
looking super pissed...
And then I was scared
he's going to see me. So...
Do you guys not believe me?
Casey, wait!
- I believe you. Okay, Emma?
- Casey, wait.
(Knocking on door)
(Knocking on door)
- Casey.
Casey, you don't want to go in there.
- Do you want to get to
the bottom of this or not?
- I'll go with you. Okay?
- Casey, wait.
Casey.
- There's nobody here.
(Distant scream)
(Tense music)
(They pant)
- What the fuck is going on over there?
- Should we call the police?
- And tell them what? That...
We broke into an empty house
because Emma saw a guy...
That's been dead for two
years, and we heard a noise?
- Look, I know it sounds
crazy, but I did see him.
And what the hell was that noise?
- I know, I heard it
too. You didn't hear it?
- I... I heard something.
I don't know, maybe it was a cat.
- It was not a cat!
- I'm going back over there.
(Knock at door) (Emma screams) Oh, my god!
(Knock at door)
(Jeff) Oh, shit!
- Jeff?
- Jeff?
Jeff, what the fuck are you doing here?
(Jeff) I came to apologize.
- Don't do that, or I'll break your leg.
(Jeff) I came to apologize.
- How did you find me?
- Okay, I'm not... I'm not proud of this.
But this is the new me.
And I want us to be open
and honest about everything.
- Okay. So how did you find me?
- A few months ago, I put a
tracking app on your phone.
- What? You're such a piece of shit.
- I know. I was.
But I'm not anymore.
These are for you.
- I'm not doing this right now.
We're done. I'm done. Please leave.
- (Jeff) Please, please.
(Jeff) Just give me
five minutes of your time.
(Jeff) Five minutes. Please?
Five minutes to talk.
- Fine. Five minutes, and then you go.
If you keep this shit up...
I'm going to have to
get a restraining order.
- Damn it, Emma!
(Soft music) Look, I
know I've been an asshole.
All right, I know it.
But can you honestly stand there...
And tell me that you
don't have feelings for me?
- There's no way we're
getting back together.
No way, okay?
There aren't enough I'm sorries
in the world to make it right.
- I know, but I still love you.
What do you want me to say? I screwed up!
Yeah, you did. And I get that
you're sorry, but it's too late, okay?
- I just.
- What are you doing?
Have you not heard anything I've said?
- That was really stupid.
I drove a long way to see you.
And I know I don't deserve it...
But can you just meet
me for lunch tomorrow?
Okay? After that, I will leave.
And you'll never see me again.
- Jeff, what's the point? It's
not going to change anything.
- Because I don't
want to leave it like this.
I want us to be in a better place.
- Fine, we can have lunch.
It's down the street.
Bells. 12:00.
And then you're going to go home,
and you're going to stay there. Okay?
- It's not what I want, but...
If that's what you want, yeah, okay.
- Okay.
- Unbelievable.
- I know.
- A light just went on at Steve's house.
(Tense music)
- Anybody want some wine?
(Creepy music)
(Laura chuckles)
- How about if you just don't show up?
What's he gonna do?
Better yet. How about
if I go in your place?
- (Chuckle) I can see it now.
The two of you become star crossed lovers.
- Oh, baby. Hed never know what hit him.
Literally.
- How long were you and Jeff together?
(Knock at door)
- Who could that be?
- How about you open
the door and let Jeff in.
- Hi.
(Sarah) So, you do live here.
- Yeah. Come in.
(Suspenseful music)
- Uh, this is Casey.
It's her house. And that's Laura.
Guys, this is a woman I met
in the supermarket parking lot.
- Hi, I'm Sarah.
- The man in the wheelchair
is my husband, Carl.
- Is there something we can do for you?
- Sorry, I just...
I can't get past when you
came up to us this afternoon.
- Yeah, it was disturbing for me too.
- Look.
I don't know what you're
up to, or what's going on...
But please leave us alone.
- I promise I'm not up to anything.
- Carl is very fragile.
We had nothing to do
with the things Steve did.
- Look, I don't know
what you're talking about...
But I met this guy who
lived across the street.
He said his name was Steve,
and he looked exactly like Carl.
And I saw him again tonight.
- What exactly did Steve do?
(Creepy music)
- He killed several women.
At least seven that we know of.
- Oh my god, he was a serial killer?
- It was all over the news.
I'm surprised you didn't hear about it.
- And he killed them in that house?
- Nobody knows where he killed them.
The bodies were found
on the outskirts of town.
When the police finally
figured out Steve was the killer...
He and Carl were in a bad car accident.
Steve was killed, and
Carl was left crippled.
- Who owns the house now?
- Belongs to Carl now.
I tried to put it up for
sale, but no one'll buy it.
The realtors won't even list it.
- So, who is this guy Emma keeps seeing?
- I don't know. Have you seen him too?
- Uh, no, I haven't.
- What about you?
- No, but the lights keep
going on and off over there.
- Hmph.
(Casey) Hey.
If Emma says she saw this
guy Steve, then she saw him.
- I'm not saying that you're a liar.
I'm just saying that...
Sometimes the subconscious
can do some strange things.
Like I said, the news heavily covered it.
- You have been under
a lot of stress lately.
Are you sure you saw this guy?
- Are you kidding me? Yes, I'm sure!
- Look, I have to work the night shift.
So, I have to go.
I don't know who or what you saw, but...
If it has anything to
do with Steve, it's evil.
Just stay as far away from it as you can.
Thanks for leting me
know about the lights.
I'll call an electrician.
(Front doors closes)
(Ominous music)
(Emma) I can't believe her!
I'm going to call an electrician.
Like we're crazy!
This has been the weirdest day of my life.
- It gets weirder.
I just got the skinny on Steve and Carl.
- What?
- So Steve was diagnosed with asd.
Antisocial personality disorder.
- What does that mean?
- It means he's a psychopath.
- Or maybe just a sociopath.
- Well, what's the difference?
Psychopaths are really good actors...
And masters of manipulation.
They can be the most charming,
intelligent, funny people you know.
- But inside, it's like a black hole.
Total nothingness.
- Sociopaths aren't very good actors.
They make it plain they don't care.
Anyway, so, Steve and Carl's
parents would haul him off to a therapist.
And then the parents died in a fire.
Cause inconclusive.
And Steve and Carl were
sent to live with an uncle.
- There's an uncle whod
take in a psychopathic kid?
- That's just it.
- Somehow, Steve and
Carl's need to see a shrink...
Fell right through the cracks.
(Casey) After that, he just
blended into the background.
- Until the murders.
- Right.
- And during that time, growing
up, the brothers were close.
- That makes sense.
Because Sarah said Carl was fragile.
(Emma) What?
- What if...
When Steve died...
Carl took over his brother's
psychopathic personality?
- Carls in a wheelchair.
- Is he?
Or is Carl's personality
stuck in a wheelchair?
- (Chuckles) Wait, what?
- I know where this is going.
- Really? Where?
- Sarah told us she
works the night shift, right?
Plenty of time for Steve to come out.
And then during the day
when she's there, he's Carl.
- So you're saying,
like, a split personality?
And Steve can walk?
Is that even possible?
- There are known cases
where it's happened.
Crazy, right?
- Yeah.
I mean, I guess it makes more
sense than Steve being a ghost.
- I dont know. Im not so sure.
- I wanna talk to Sarah again.
I have some questions I want to ask her.
- What was that noise?
- What?
- Okay, now I'm hearing things.
That's my cue. I think it's
time for me to go to bed.
(Laura) Good night.
- Good night, all.
(Suspenseful music)
(Traffic sounds)
- Jeff. I've been waiting
here for 30 minutes.
I've got to go.
Did you forget or something?
Have a safe drive back to L.A.
(Emma) Hey.
- Oh! That was fast.
How'd it go?
- He didn't show.
- You're kidding.
Well, that's good, right?
- I guess?
- What do you mean?
- I mean, he was so intent
on having lunch today.
I just think it's weird
he didn't show up and...
Isn't picking up his phone.
- Well, he's a weird guy.
- I was thinking we should go
talk to that lady Sarah again.
I got her address on the
Internet. You guys wanna come?
- Yeah. Good idea.
- You know, if something
happened to Jeff...
And he went missing or something...
I'd never know.
- Oh, I'm sure something happened.
But it's more like he
got drunk, got in a fight...
And is sleeping it off in jail.
- Should we go right now?
Yeah, I'm down.
- Okay I guess.
(Sarah screams)
(Sarah gasping)
(Dog barking)
- Well, her car's here.
That's a good sign.
(Dog barking)
- If Sarah is sleeping...
There's a good chance
Carl will answer the door.
- Better yet.
(Knocking)
(Emma sighs)
(Knocking)
- Let's go. Come on, guys.
(Sarah gasps)
- Wait.
What was that?
(Sarah gasps)
- Sounds like someone choking.
(Tense music)
- Hello?
- Oh my god, Sarah!
- Um, call 911.
- Why isnt she breathing?
- I don't... I don't know. I think
her windpipe might be crushed.
(Sarah chokes)
(Carl) Sarah!
- Hello?
Um, yeah.
There's a woman
suffocating, and we need help.
- Help, help. Help, help, help!
I can't get up!
- Got you, got you.
(Carl groans)
- Where's Sarah?
- Yes, yes, please. Please hurry.
(Laura) What's the address?
(Casey) Um, uh, uh, 1218 oak Avenue.
- Sarah!
(Sarah chokes)
- Dont! Don't try to speak.
- Sarah!
(Tense music)
(Jeff groans)
You kidding me?
(Engine starts)
- So you were in the bathroom
when you heard your wife fall?
- I heard her scream.
- I was on the toilet...
And I tried to get back
in my wheelchair, but...
I fell.
When I heard the girls yell her name,
I knew something bad had happened.
- Let me ask you something.
How do you make it up
and down those stairs?
- We have an elevator, but...
Sarah, helped me with everything.
- And you saw her fall?
No.
- No.
- It wasn't quite like that, um...
She was already on the
floor when... when we arrived.
- All right, well.
Im gonna need statemnets from everybody.
(Front door closes)
(Creepy music)
- I..i can't believe she died.
I was looking right at
her, and then she was...
Gone.
- Is it just me or...
Did carls story seem a little
off to what actually happened?
- You know, now that you say that...
He did kind of make it seem
like we were there when she fell.
- Its because Carl became Steve...
Got out of his wheelchair,
and pushed her down the stairs.
- What? You think he
would murder his wife?
- No, I think Steve murdered Carl's wife.
- If you're so sure, maybe
we should tell the detective.
- We can't prove anything.
And at this point, I
don't want to piss off...
A murdering sociopath
that knows where we live.
(Suspensful music)
- I can't stop thinking
about what happened earlier.
- Yeah.
- The fact that she went that way.
It doesn't make sense.
- It's still dark over there.
- I wasn't kidding about having
a loaded gun in my nightstand.
- Has it really come to that?
- All I'm saying...
Is at any point you think you
might need it, help yourselves.
If we could get a video
of Steve walking around...
Thatd be enough to go to the police with.
(Pounding at door)
- Damn, this place suddenly got popular.
(Pounding at door)
(Suspenseful music)
- Okay, Emma.
Who's the guy?
- What happened to you?
And what the hell are you talking about?
- I was getting in my
car to come and see you.
With more flowers, I might add.
When all of a sudden
some asshole knocks me out.
Next thing I know, I'm getting
shaken awake by some tourists.
- And you think we had
something to do with that?
- Well, I don't know, Emma.
Maybe you thought I had it coming.
- Was this the guy?
- I don't know. It all happened so fast.
Did you guys put him up to it?
- No, we didn't.
- Okay, why don't we
just get him a ice pack...
And we explain to him what's going on.
(Calm music)
- What I don't understand is...
Why didn't you guys tell me
this when I first came over?
- Why would we?
- Fine. Whatever.
The point is, you think the
cripple is the same guy that hit me?
- I can't say anything for sure.
But if he was watching us last
night, he could have seen you.
- Even if he did see me.
Why would he punch me out?
- We don't know anything for sure.
- Okay, maybe Carl is just Carl.
And maybe there's an evil
spirit haunting the house.
And maybe you just happen to get mugged.
- And maybe Emma is just imagining
people that aren't really there.
- Okay, I never said that.
- I know, but can you honestly
say you haven't thought it?
- Nobody doubts that
what you saw was real.
Okay? So get that out of your head.
- I don't know.
Emma has been going through it lately.
- Shut up.
- Listen, if we can
just get him on video...
We can go to the cops.
- I tried looking at the
security tape from the motel.
- What? What happened?
(Jeff) The footage was so
grainy, you couldn't see anything.
- Did you report your
attack to the police?
- No. I thought Emma was behind it...
And I didn't want to get her in trouble.
- Aw, that's sweet.
- Okay, don't even start.
I think now's a good time for
you to leave and say goodbye.
- What? No, I'm not
leaving you girls alone.
Im staying the night.
- (Laughs) Nice try...
But it's not like you did such
a good job protecting yourself.
- He caught me off guard.
Oh, come on.
You seriously wouldn't
rather have me being here...
Keeping an eye on everything?
(Tense music)
- Okay, fine.
But you're not staying in the house.
(Latch opens)
(Creepy music)
(She cries)
(She shouts)
- Get off me, you sick fuck!
- Enough!
You were supposed to train her!
- I did, Steve, I did.
- No.
You said the same
thing with the other girls.
They're not the problem.
You are!
(Intense music) I can fix her! Please, no!
(She cries)
(Tape ripping)
- Please take it off with her. Please!
I'll do whatever you want.
Please just take it off of her.
(Riley) Please take it
off. Please just take it off.
(Riley) Take it off!
(Steve breaths heavily)
(Steve grunts)
- This is all your fault.
We couldve had a nice time.
But you ruined it.
(Creepy music)
(Intense music)
(Eerie music)
(Floor squeak)
(They both grunt)
(Casey gasps and screams)
(Muffled screaming)
(Vase crash)
(Crickets)
(Tense music)
- Emma?
Laura?
- Hey.
- Is everything okay?
- I heard a noise.
I think it might have been
Jeff coming in the house.
But I just didn't want to check by myself.
- Okay, um...
I'll get some clothes on.
- Okay.
(Latch opens)
(Door slams)
(Footsteps)
(Chain rattles)
(Click)
- What's your problem?
- Nothing, sweetie. Im
just happy to see you.
- Aw.
So happy to hear that, pumpkin.
Because our family
just got a little bit bigger.
And I want you to be extra sweet.
Okay?
- Yes! Yes, of course.
- Go on now.
Are you a happy girl?
- Yes!
Yes, very happy.
I'm a happy girl. I'm really
happy. Im a happy girl!
I'm happy!
(Steve grunts)
- Whos my girl?
- I am.
I'm your girl.
(Creepy music)
- Thats right.
Don't you forget it, pumpkin.
Now, when she wakes up...
We're going to have some real fun.
- Oh shit!
(Intense music)
Let's go check on Casey.
- Emma, there's a syringe on the floor.
- Grab her phone. Call the police.
Come on, Jeff.
(Phone ringing)
(Muffled screaming)
Come on!
(Voice mail system) Your
call has been forwarded to an-
(911 operator) 911, what's your emergency?
- Hi. Yes, um...
Someone broke into our house,
and our roommate disappeared.
(911 operator) What's your address?
- Um...
It's 2722 white Glenn road.
(911 operator) And what is your name?
(911 operator) And the
name of the girl who's missing?
- My name is Laura greer.
Her name is Casey Forbes.
(911 operator) You're
certain she's missing?
Yes. I'm sure! Would you please hurry?
(911 operator) I'm
dispatching a police officer right now.
(911 operator) He will
be there in about 30 minutes.
(Crickets)
(Tense music)
- Laura, did you wake up
immediately when you heard the noise?
- Almost immediately after, yeah.
- Do you remember if
you heard a car drive off...
Or leave right after?
- No, no, it was completely quiet.
- Okay, that means
Casey is still close by.
- Emma, I'm getting scared.
- Stay close. Come on.
- Emma, we should wait for the police.
- No. Well wake up Jeff.
- Okay.
(Emma) Dang! He's not here.
- Do you think Casey and Jeff
went somewhere together or?
- Not a chance.
- Oh my god, that's Carl's wheelchair.
(Music intensifies)
- We're going back.
- Wait, why are we going back
in there? The house is empty.
- They've got to be in there.
We're missing something.
(Door squeaks)
- Is there a light switch? Do you see one?
- Casey?
Casey?
(Latch opens)
- Should we keep looking, or?
- Maybe we could check out the backyard?
(They gasp) (Suspenseful music)
- I think...
- Emma, no!
(Emma screams)
- Please, please, please,
please, please, please.
Open, please!
Oh my god, oh my god!
Oh, please, please, please!
Oh my god! No!
(Smack)
- And the fun begins.
(Creepy music)
- Laura?
- Where the hell are we?
- What do you want from us?
- Stop squirming,
or I'll beat your friend.
- Would you please just
tell us what you want?
Would you please talk to us?
- Looks like I have some
new competition, honey.
- Aw.
Don't worry, baby.
There's plenty of me to go around.
- I know.
- Hi, I'm Riley.
What are your names?
- Okay, honey.
It's your turn.
Or I can kill your friend.
- Take it, you sick bastard!
(Music intensifies)
(Casey screams)
- Leave her alone!
- I will not tolerate disrespect!
Do I need to beat one of you
to death to make my point?
- No, I'm sorry.
- No. Well do whatever you want.
(Laura cries)
- Don't need it.
Now...
Which one of you called the police?
- I did.
- Alright.
You are going to call them back.
And you are going to tell them
that your friend came home.
And you are going to be very convincing.
Or I will kill...
Both of your friends.
Got it?
(Laura sniffs)
(Dial tone)
(911 operator) 911, what's your emergency?
- Hi.
Um, there's no emergency. Um...
I had just called earlier to report
that someone had broken in...
And my friend was missing, but
she came home, and everything's fine.
(911 operator) I see your earlier call.
(911 operator) But the
officer will still need to come...
(911 operator) To your location.
- Yes, that's fine.
I'm really sorry to have
inconvenienced everyone.
(911 operator) You'll
be there to meet him?
- Yes, I'll be there.
(911 operator) Have a good evening.
- Good call.
That'll buy me some time.
We have...
So much to learn about each other.
(Emma) Carl.
Listen, Steve died in that car accident.
Not you, Carl. You survived.
It's okay.
- It is?
(Steve cries)
(Steve laughs)
Did you come up with that all by yourself?
Or was that the little
therapist's diagnosis?
- Please, Carl, you don't want to hurt-
- stop calling me Carl!
(Steve chuckles)
Life is funny.
Isn't it?
When they found those girls.
I knew it was over for me.
- Listen, Steve killed those girls.
Steve please!
- (Emma screams) -
Listen, you stupid bitch!
The accident killed Carl.
Not me!
When I woke up.
Nobody else was there.
I saw Carl's pathetic, lifeless body...
In the driver's seat...
Head cracked.
And I switched our wallets.
(Steve) And I blubbered
like a baby for poor Steve.
(Steve) Everybody bought it.
The crowning touch was at the hospital.
I hacked into our dentist office
and switched our dental records.
When the cops checked...
And believe me, I knew they would...
Well, they confirmed that it
was, in fact, Steve honeycutt...
Smoldering down in the morgue.
- What about Sarah? She
couldn't tell the difference?
(Steve) Oh, please.
She was so delusional.
She loved every minute of
taking care of my crippled body.
- Then why kill her?
- You tell me, professor.
You're supposed to be smart.
- The insurance.
(Steve) Bingo.
- Sarah, would have to
have a big insurance policy.
Because if she died, someone
would have to take care of Carl.
- I stand corrected.
You are smart.
I'll remember that.
You know...
I would have waited a
lot longer to kill her, but...
Getting caught at the grocery store...
Really got her thinking.
So technically...
It's your fault that I had to kill her.
Hang on.
Don't go anywhere.
(Footsteps)
(Door opens and slams)
- Okay, listen. This sick
fuck likes to role play.
You act nice and happy, or
he'll kill the girl next to you.
If he wants sex, you want it more.
If not, when he's done
killing your friends...
He'll kill you.
- Do you know where we are?
- I think we're in a backyard.
I remember seeing a
house when I first got here.
- I can't do this.
- This is insanity.
- How long have you been down here?
- I don't know.
It's got to be more than a month by now.
The only reason I'm not dead...
Is because I'm playing
along with his games.
- Sounds like delaying the inevitable.
- If you don't want to watch
your friends get killed...
You better get it together.
There were other girls here before you...
And now they're dead.
Jeff will find us.
He wouldn't leave without us.
(Door slams)
(Footsteps)
(Steve) Jeff.
Jeff, Jeff, Jeff.
You don't happen to mean this clown?
Do you?
- What did you do to him?
- Don't worry.
He's not dead.
Not yet.
- Please don't kill him. I'll do anything.
- Oh, I'm sure of that.
- Why are you doing this?
- It's for our happy family.
Last time...
I made a mistake.
I didn't properly cover
my tracks, but this time...
I'm gonna do things right.
- Killing Jeff isn't going to do anything.
- I spray their blood around your house.
Grab your guy, Jeff's body.
Leave it with a suicide note.
One that he's already so
graciously written for me.
And in that note, it mentions
how he just couldn't bear...
To live with the fact that he
killed you girls any longer.
And a vague description...
Of where you all are buried.
- The police are going to figure it out.
- No, they won't!
- (Screams) Wait, please!
You're right, you're right.
- It's a brilliant plan.
Really.
- Thank you.
(Footsteps)
We're all going to die in here.
(Door slams)
(Creepy music)
- The bigger they are...
The harder they fall.
Alright, loser.
It's showtime.
(Eerie music)
(Crash)
(Crash)
Une uvre d'art.
You know, I really don't know
what Emma ever saw in you.
(Creepy music)
(Casey crying)
(Riley) Give it up!
Don't you think I've tried
everything you're doing?
(Laura cries)
- She's right.
We're just wasting strength
we're gonna need later.
(Emma) Riley?
What exactly does Steve do?
With the girls?
(Tense music)
- He's gentle.
Until he's not.
He cuddles you.
And then beats you and rapes you.
I know it sounds fucked
up saying it out loud, but...
He can be sweet.
Until he starts tearing everything
apart like a fucking psycho.
That's why you have to be happy.
The moment you slip, he'll...
(Riley cries)
Maybe the police will figure out...
That Steve staged
everything at the house, but...
How will the police find us?
- They probably won't.
And... and here I'd rather kill myself...
Then, let this sicko
repeatedly fucking rape us.
(Casey cries)
- I never shouldve come
here. This is all my fault.
- No, you didn't do anything wrong.
- Where are the fucking cops?
(Emma) Oh my god.
Guys!
- What?
Steve's screwdriver is in my back pocket!
- What?
- What?
- Oh my god!
(Intense music)
- For absolutely,
positively the best suicide.
Damn.
Time flies.
- It's not budging.
- Are you stupid? You're
going to get us all killed.
Come on keep trying.
- These screws are too tight.
- You don't have another option.
(Emma grunts)
You got it. You got it, Emma.
- Emma, Emma come on.
(Crickets)
(Latch squeaks)
(Door slams)
- Okay, put it away. He's coming back.
(Creepy music)
- Hi, handsome. Did you miss us?
- Hi, Steve.
- Do you want a back rub?
- I see Riley has filled
you in on how to behave.
Good job, lover.
You know.
I really did feel like there
was something between us.
(Suspenseful music)
- Hey, hey! What about us?
- Emma doesn't get to
keep you all to herself.
- Steve, when is it my turn?
- I hate to do this...
But I got to go back to the house.
Finish things up.
Don't worry, we have plenty of time.
- Bye, Steve!
Hurry back.
- Bye Steve.
(Footsteps)
(Door opens and closes)
- Okay, I think he's gone.
- I almost gagged.
- I was afraid I was going to throw up.
- I just want to get the fuck out of here.
(Tense music)
(Laura) Come on Emma.
Are you okay?
- I think I moved it.
(Casey) What? It moved?
(Laura) Okay. You got it, you got it.
(Casey) Come on, come on.
- I think so.
(Laura) You got it!
- Stop!
(Emma groans)
(Emma I got it!
- Oh my god, oh my god! Okay!
(Triumphant music)
- Got it!
(Casey) Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
(Casey) Okay, give me the screwdriver.
(Riley) Please stop. He's gonna come back.
He's going to kill you.
- It'll help if I do it.
- No, no you have to go get help.
(Riley) Please don't do this.
(Riley) He'll kill you,
and then he'll kill all of us.
(Riley) Stop!
- Here.
- No you can do it. It's okay.
- You run faster than me.
- Alright.
(Latch squeaks)
(Door slams)
(Steve) It's such a cliche.
Isn't it?
(Creepy music)
Boy meets girl...
Boy loses girl, boy butchers girl...
And everyone around her.
The news anchors hardly sound
shocked anymore when they report it.
And in a flash of remorse...
Boy takes his own life.
And with that goes any hope...
Of finding the whereabouts
of those three girls.
Now swallow!
- Asshole!
- Jeff, wake up! You gotta wake up!
Jeff!
Spit it all out. Let's go.
(Emma) Come on. Get up.
You got it. (Intense music)
- Fuck!
(Emma gasps)
(Crickets)
(Door slams)
(Intense music)
(Laura pants)
- Fuck!
(Laura pants)
(Laura pants)
(Steve pants)
- Please, open the door!
Open the door! Please,
please, please! Someone!
No!
(Muffled screaming)
(Tense music)
- I can't get it.
(Latch opens)
(Footsteps)
Oh, fuck.
(Casey screams)
- When I get back, you'll
know what real punishment is!
(Emma pants)
(Steve) Emma!
Emma, I'm running out of time.
(Door squeaks)
(Steve) Emma.
Do you want to live?
(Suspenseful music)
(Steve scoffs)
I wasn't expecting that.
- Get down on the ground.
- Sure.
Whatever you say.
You're not going to shoot me.
You gotta have bullets, Emma. (Laughs)
(Emma screams)
Time to die!
Give it up!
(Gunshot)
(Emma cries)
(Soft music)
- Jeff.
- (Groans) Emma?
Oh, shit.
(Jeff groans)
Emma!
- Jeff, it's over.
He's dead.
- He's dead?
- Yeah.
I shot him.
(Emma cries)
Look, I have to go get the others.
- Emma, wait.
I can't lose you again.
Can you please give me another chance?
Jeff, no. It's not going to happen.
- Baby, please.
- I promise I will never hurt you again.
- Yeah, you're right.
No one will.
(Police siren) - And if
they do, I'll fuck them up.
(Triumphant music)
(Guitar music)
come home. Youre right on time.
Lucky you. Youll
catch the news tonight.
Tonight.
No surprise. The worlds on fire.
And it almost turns
to thieves and liars.
The liars.
Nobodys ever felt this lonely.
Now I can heart my heart pounding.
I can feel it washing over me.
As I slip into insanity.
Suddenly, I can barely breathe.
So I choose to win endlessly with you.
Here we are with a million knives.
Watching you as
you fall asleep tonight.
Tonight.
Heaven knows the end is nigh.
Might as well spend
the last days high.
So high.
Nobodys ever felt this lonely.
Now I cant keep my
hands from shaking.
I can feel it washing over me.
As I slip into insanity.
Suddenly, I can barely breathe.
(Epic music)
- I know. Dad is gonna kill me.
I'm on the way home right now.
[Voice on phone] Are
you gonna see him again?
Or was it just another hookup?
- No, it was not just another hookup.
We're texting.
(She grunts)
(He screams)
(Intense music)
No!
(She grunts)
(Creepy music)
- Emma, what the hell are you doing?
Emma!
(Somber music)
Emma, wait!
What the hell, Emma?
Where do you think you're going?
(Emma)
- Leave me alone, Jeff! We're done!
- No, put that shit down
and talk to me for a second.
- No, don't touch me!
- Damn it, Emma!
Sit the fuck down and listen to me!
- Or what? You'll hit me again?
- Hey, I just got your
text. Everything alright?
- Um, yeah.
I'm leaving Jeff, and I
just wanted to see you.
- Oh, bullshit!
You wanted her here
so that I don't get mad.
It's not like that.
Listen, I told you I'm sorry.
- Yeah, I've heard that before.
I'll let you know where I end up.
Thanks for coming over.
- Emma, wait!
Emma, wait!
- (She screams) Let go!
- Emma, is there another guy?
- I wish there was!
- Emma, just wait for five
seconds and talk to me really quick.
Emma, I love you!
- Whatever.
- Cant we just talk about this?
(The engine starts)
- Emma!
Emma, this isn't over!
- I actually think this is over.
- Shit!
(Hopeful music)
(Phone vibrating)
- Please tell me it's over.
- Yeah, it's over.
- You all right?
- I will be.
I just wish I had ended it sooner.
- Well, you've done it now.
That's all that matters.
- You know, I couldn't
have done it without you.
It's nice having a
friend who's a therapist.
- Not a therapist yet!
I have one more year, and
then I can start charging you.
But seriously, I'm so excited to see you!
- (Sigh) Yeah, me too. I'm excited.
A new life in Las Vegas.
And no more crazy men!
- Well, I cant promise that.
- I think I'll be there around five.
- Okay, perfect! I'll make dinner.
I'll see you then.
Bye!
(Mystical music)
- I do have, um, one last question.
Do you think my husband is cheating on me?
- Um, let's find out, okay?
Lets see.
Um.
Okay.
So it looks like your
husband isn't cheating on you.
But you're cheating on him,
and he's about to find out.
- Shit.
(Phone rings)
- I am so sorry. I'm getting a quick call.
But, um, you can pay at the front.
- It was really great to see you.
- Okay. Bye.
- Hi!
Casey, what's up?
- You remember my friend Emma?
- Yeah, the one with the boyfriend issues.
Did she decide to move in?
- Yeah. She'll be here around five.
Wanna have dinner with us?
- Okay!
Okay, yeah. Food sounds great.
All right. I'll see you
later. Bye. (Sad music)
Bye.
Well, okay.
I admit it.
We were happy for a minute.
Funny how things can change...
...In an instant.
(Emma laughs)
- Okay, I got one.
What do you call someone
who cries when they masturbate?
(They laugh)
- I don't know. What?
- A tear jerker!
- (He laughs) Thats
so bad. (Phone ringing)
(Phone ringing)
(Tense music)
I thought you deleted his number.
- I swear I did.
(Emma screams)
- That's fucking
bullshit, and you know it!
This is not my fault!
(Suspenseful music)
(She screams)
(Uplfiting music)
- Hi.
- Hey, you.
- Hey!
Sorry. I kind of brought everything.
- It's fine.
There's tons of room.
Lets just go inside.
You can get the stuff later.
You look beat.
Sorry.
Poor choice of words.
- It's fine. Let's just go.
- Well, this is it.
- Whoa! It's huge.
And you have a pool table?
- I do, I do.
Uh, there's the kitchen,
eating area, living room.
Obviously.
Um, down that hall is the laundry room...
And then next to that is just
like a room I use for storage.
Upstairs on the right is my room...
And then down the hall
to the left is lauras room...
And then yours.
- This is amazing, Casey.
You saved my life. Thank you.
- No need.
I'm just glad you got
away from that maniac.
Laura!
(Uplifting music)
This is my friend, Emma.
- Hi, you must be Emma.
I just said that.
- My name is Laura.
(They laugh)
- I said that too.
- Hi, I hear were gonna
be roommates. That's great.
- Yes. You have no idea
how happy I am to be here.
- She might. Lauras a psychic.
- Oh, really?
- I don't talk to dead people.
I just read tarot and palms.
I work at a psychic shop on the strip.
- Hm. How fun.
(Phone rings)
- It's Jeff.
(Phone rings)
- Wow! I'm impressed.
- I could see his name
pop up in the mirror.
(Emma laughs)
- You're not starting to have
second thoughts, are you?
- No! No way.
- You could always leave
the back door open tonight.
Tell him to come up to my room.
- What?
- I keep a loaded gun in my nightstand.
Who's to say I didn't
mistake him for a burglar?
- That's bad.
- Just don't get stupid on me
and start thinking about going back.
- No. No way.
I'm... I'm done this time.
- Okay, good.
Let's go get your stuff.
(Somber music)
(Tense music)
(Glass breaking)
(Calm music)
- So, Emma,
how do you two know each other?
- Oh, we went to high school together.
- How about you, Laura?
What brought you to casa Casey?
- Uh, Casey ran an ad for a roommate...
And I answered it.
And from there, we became friends.
- Nice.
- Now, if we could only
find someone worth dating...
Life would be great.
- Tell me about it.
Why is finding love so hard?
There are seven billion
people in this world, and...
Everybodys lonely.
- You know...
Emma, there's a guy
who comes into my work...
You might like.
- No thanks. (Chuckles)
But, speaking of work...
I need to get a job.
- There's no need to rush into it.
Get your bearings.
Take your time.
- Actually, I have, um, an
interview lined up for tomorrow.
- You're kidding.
That's was fast.
- I mean, made a call a
couple days ago, and...
It's just a waitressing job,
but if I can get it, I'll take it.
- Do you want a quick read?
- What?
- You know, the cards? (Chuckles)
- She wants to read your fortune.
(Phone rings)
(Phone rings)
Sure. Why not?
(Mysterious music)
- I want you to pick three cards.
- How accurate is this?
- Cards never lie.
- Okay.
One.
Two.
Three.
- Okay.
Perfect.
Okay.
The two of cups indicates
reconciliation...
With an ex-lover.
The eight of swords
indicates feeling trapped or...
Mental torment.
And the devil indicates
feeling trapped or...
Unable to find a way out.
- Great.
- Okay.
Obviously, Laura is a little off tonight.
Let's go get you unpacked.
- Good night.
(Calm music)
(Emma) So I got the job,
and I start tomorrow at nine.
- That's fantastic.
You sound excited.
- Yeah. I don't know why I'm excited.
It's just a waitressing job.
- Because it's a new
start to your new life.
- Yeah, you're right.
- Damn straight.
- Why don't you chill?
And Laura and I can bring home a pizza.
- Okay.
See you soon. Bye.
- Bye.
(Soft music)
(Knocking on door)
- Hi.
- Hi.
Can I help you?
- Yeah. I'm Emma.
I live across the street.
I think we accidentally got your package.
Thank you.
I was wondering when that would show up.
You said it was delivered
across the street?
- Yeah, right there.
- Surprised we havent met.
- Yeah, I just moved here.
I moved in with a friend. It's her place.
- Makes sense.
- Yeah.
- Well thanks, Emma.
- Um, I didn't get your name.
- Sorry. I'm Steve.
- Nice to meet you.
(Creepy music)
- So you're just visiting
from out of town, or?
- No, I actually just moved here from L.A.
Looks like Las Vegas is gonna be home now.
It looks like it's broken.
(Steve) Your porch
light. It's looking pretty sad.
- Oh yeah.
- Can I fix it for you? One
good deed deserves another.
- Uh, no, we should call somebody.
- No, no, no. Please.
They'll just overcharge you. Please.
I'm actually pretty handy.
I was literally just
fixing my cabinet drawer.
Okay.
- Lead the way.
Almost done.
- I brought us some iced tea.
- Oh, thank you. I'm all right, though.
- Okay. No problem.
- Would you mind holding this for me?
Yeah.
- Thank you.
- All done.
Thank you.
Impressive.
- So, um, what brings you to Vegas?
- Oh, you don't want to know.
Just a really bad breakup that
should've ended a long time ago.
- I know what you mean then.
Ive been through the same thing.
- Yeah, don't say it.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
- So it's just you and
your friend that live here?
- Uh, no. Theres another girl, Laura.
She rents a room.
Yeah. How about you? How
long have you lived here?
- About six years.
I work from home. It's comfortable.
Quiet.
- What do you do?
- Computer consulting.
Everything from mainframes to...
Helping sweet old ladies
with their password.
(Emma laughs) (Phone rings)
(Phone rings)
- Was that mister i'm
sorry, I can change?
- Yeah. How did you know?
- I just know the type.
Weak, insecure.
Thinks they're in
charge until they crumble.
Sorry. It's really none of my business.
- It's okay.
So, uh, what do people
do for fun around here?
- In Las Vegas?
- Yeah.
- Well, there's a lot.
Maybe I can show you some time.
- Yeah, I'd like that.
- Just let me know if there's
anything else that needs fixing.
(Casey) We're home!
- Oh! In the kitchen!
- Did you have company?
- Oh, yeah.
- No... a guy?
- Youre not here 24 hours
and you already met a guy?
- It's not like that.
- What did you do? Bring
a fry cook home with you?
- No. He lives across the street.
- A guy lives across the street?
- Yeah, I saw his package.
You saw his package?
- (Laura laughs)
- Stop it.
- I saw his package was
accidentally delivered here.
I brought it back over to him.
And he saw our porch light
was broken, and he fixed it for us.
So I brought us some iced tea.
That was it.
- Okay.
What was he like? Is he cute?
- His names Steve.
He works from home, and...
Yeah, he's handsome.
I'm surprised you guys havent met him.
- Yeah, that's weird. I
thought that house was vacant.
- No, he lives there.
- Do you like him?
- I don't know. I just met him.
- Oh, you do like him. I know that look.
- Stop it.
- Is... is this his?
- Oh, yeah. He must have left it.
I should give it back to him.
- Okay. (Creepy music)
See you in the morning.
- Very funny.
- Bye. (Chuckles)
(Creepy music)
(Gate squeaks)
(Knocking on door)
(Knocking on door)
(Gate squeaks)
- So you want to tell me where
you're actually going tonight?
- What are you talking about?
- Who the hell is Logan?
- She's my friend from work!
- A girl named Logan?
Yeah.
- Do you think I'm fucking stupid?
(Emma sighs)
You were saying?
- Who's that?
- Logan! My friend!
- No shit. She's kind of hot.
- You're ridiculous! Leave me alone!
- You think I don't hear you
talking on the phone all the time?
Whispering? Changing the subject
every time I come in the room?
- I'm not doing anything.
And I'm not seeing anybody.
Fine, fine, fine!
- Your jealousy is crazy!
Get the fuck out of here, Emma.
God, I'm so sick of this
shit. Go hang out with Logan.
(Knock at the door)
- Hello?
- Did I wake you?
- No, not at all.
- I just wanted to make
sure you were okay.
- Geez. Could you hear me?
- What do you mean?
- You're such a bad liar.
(Casey laughs)
We never really got a
chance to talk about it.
And I just thought you might want to.
- I just keep thinking about Jeff.
About us.
Just dont know how it got so bad.
- Was it ever really good?
- There were good times, but...
The bad times were really awful.
- Just have to put it all behind you.
- Yeah, you're right.
- Damn straight.
Anyway, I'll let you get some rest.
Good luck on the new job tomorrow.
- Thanks.
Hey, could you turn off my light please?
(Click)
(Eerie music)
- Emma.
I love you.
Jeff?
What are you? Jeff,
what are you doing here?
- What, you want me to leave?
- Yes. Stop it!
- Come on, I missed you. I had to see you.
- Stop!
(Music intensifies)
- You've been with
somebody else, haven't you?
- No. What's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with you?
Why do you keep lying to me all the time?
- What are you even talking about?
- You know what I'm talking
about! (Emma screams)
(Emma sighs)
(Traffic sounds)
(Co-worker #1) Goodbye.
(Co-worker #2) See you tomorrow.
- Bye, guys!
I'll lock up.
(Phone vibrates) (Upbeat music)
- Hey.
- Hey, Casey. I just got off work.
I think I'm gonna go to the supermarket.
Do you want anything?
- Um, no, but thanks for asking.
How was work?
- Yeah, I'll tell you
about it when I get home.
- Okay. See you in a few.
- See you soon.
- Bye.
(Tense music)
- Steve?
Steve! Oh, my god, what happened?
- Hey! Who are you?
- Hi, i'm... im Emma. We met yesterday.
- You met?
Can I help you?
I just moved in across the street.
2722 white Glenn.
Um, Steve, you helped
us fix our porch light.
- This is not Steve. He's Carl.
Steve was his twin brother
who died two years ago.
- No, I met him yesterday.
- I was there when they pulled
Steve's charred body out of a twisted car.
And I was there when he was buried.
I assure you, this is
not Steve. This is Carl.
I don't know if this is
some kind of a sick joke...
But please leave us alone.
- I don't understand. I...
(Creepy music)
(Gate squeak)
(Knocking on door)
(Knocking on door)
(Tense music)
- The working girl returns.
How did it go?
- It was fine.
Guys, the weirdest thing
just happened to me.
I was at the supermarket parking lot...
And I saw this woman
pushing a guy in a wheelchair.
I take a closer look,
and I realize it's Steve.
Steve from across the street.
- What happened to him?
That's what I said.
So I went, and I asked her, and
she told me that it's not Steve.
It's his twin brother, Carl.
- What? He has a twin?
- Hold on. It gets weirder.
- She then tells me that Steve
died in a car accident two years ago...
And she watched them Bury him.
(Creepy music)
- Well, that's creepy.
- But there's more.
I get home.
I go across the street to see
if I could see Steve anywhere.
And I look through his
living room window...
And there's nothing there.
Not even one piece of furniture. Nothing!
- Do you think it's possible that the
Steve you saw could be his ghost?
- Come on.
There has to be a reasonable explanation.
He had iced tea. Does
that sound like a ghost?
- You know...
Now that I think about it...
Imade him a glass, but he didn't drink it.
- Did he ever touch you?
- He put his hand up
to the bruise on my face.
But he didn't touch me.
- Are you guys seriously thinking
a ghost fixed our porch light?
- Well, I don't know. What
do you think it could be?
- Uh, Steve...
2845 white Glenn?
(Emma) Yeah, that's it.
Why are you lighting candles?
- Just a precaution.
- Uh, got it!
Is this Steve?
- Yeah, that's him.
Where'd you find that?
- At some computer show four years ago.
He got some kind of...
Geek award for stopping some hackers.
- Are there any recent pics?
- Um... no, but I'll keep looking.
(Laura) Oh, shit.
- What?
- A light just went on at Steve's house.
(Crickets)
(Music intensifies)
- What do you think we should do?
- This is getting creepy.
But I'm going over there.
- No!
We're going over there. I'm
not letting you go by yourself.
- Okay.
- What if he answers the door?
- We'll invite him over for dinner.
- Okay, I get that you're
skeptical, but that's not a good idea.
We shouldn't invite it in.
We have no idea what we're dealing with.
- Well, let's go find out.
(Creepy music)
(Knocking on door)
(Emma sighs)
- Maybe there's a loose wire or something?
- Try again.
(Knocking on door)
(Emma) See?
(Laura) That's really weird.
- Where are you going?
- I'm going to go see if I can
look inside the side window.
(Eerie music)
- Fuck!
Guys! I saw him.
- Where?
- Come here. Over here.
(Tense music)
(Emma) He's gone.
- Are you sure that you saw him?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
He was walking around
looking super pissed...
And then I was scared
he's going to see me. So...
Do you guys not believe me?
Casey, wait!
- I believe you. Okay, Emma?
- Casey, wait.
(Knocking on door)
(Knocking on door)
- Casey.
Casey, you don't want to go in there.
- Do you want to get to
the bottom of this or not?
- I'll go with you. Okay?
- Casey, wait.
Casey.
- There's nobody here.
(Distant scream)
(Tense music)
(They pant)
- What the fuck is going on over there?
- Should we call the police?
- And tell them what? That...
We broke into an empty house
because Emma saw a guy...
That's been dead for two
years, and we heard a noise?
- Look, I know it sounds
crazy, but I did see him.
And what the hell was that noise?
- I know, I heard it
too. You didn't hear it?
- I... I heard something.
I don't know, maybe it was a cat.
- It was not a cat!
- I'm going back over there.
(Knock at door) (Emma screams) Oh, my god!
(Knock at door)
(Jeff) Oh, shit!
- Jeff?
- Jeff?
Jeff, what the fuck are you doing here?
(Jeff) I came to apologize.
- Don't do that, or I'll break your leg.
(Jeff) I came to apologize.
- How did you find me?
- Okay, I'm not... I'm not proud of this.
But this is the new me.
And I want us to be open
and honest about everything.
- Okay. So how did you find me?
- A few months ago, I put a
tracking app on your phone.
- What? You're such a piece of shit.
- I know. I was.
But I'm not anymore.
These are for you.
- I'm not doing this right now.
We're done. I'm done. Please leave.
- (Jeff) Please, please.
(Jeff) Just give me
five minutes of your time.
(Jeff) Five minutes. Please?
Five minutes to talk.
- Fine. Five minutes, and then you go.
If you keep this shit up...
I'm going to have to
get a restraining order.
- Damn it, Emma!
(Soft music) Look, I
know I've been an asshole.
All right, I know it.
But can you honestly stand there...
And tell me that you
don't have feelings for me?
- There's no way we're
getting back together.
No way, okay?
There aren't enough I'm sorries
in the world to make it right.
- I know, but I still love you.
What do you want me to say? I screwed up!
Yeah, you did. And I get that
you're sorry, but it's too late, okay?
- I just.
- What are you doing?
Have you not heard anything I've said?
- That was really stupid.
I drove a long way to see you.
And I know I don't deserve it...
But can you just meet
me for lunch tomorrow?
Okay? After that, I will leave.
And you'll never see me again.
- Jeff, what's the point? It's
not going to change anything.
- Because I don't
want to leave it like this.
I want us to be in a better place.
- Fine, we can have lunch.
It's down the street.
Bells. 12:00.
And then you're going to go home,
and you're going to stay there. Okay?
- It's not what I want, but...
If that's what you want, yeah, okay.
- Okay.
- Unbelievable.
- I know.
- A light just went on at Steve's house.
(Tense music)
- Anybody want some wine?
(Creepy music)
(Laura chuckles)
- How about if you just don't show up?
What's he gonna do?
Better yet. How about
if I go in your place?
- (Chuckle) I can see it now.
The two of you become star crossed lovers.
- Oh, baby. Hed never know what hit him.
Literally.
- How long were you and Jeff together?
(Knock at door)
- Who could that be?
- How about you open
the door and let Jeff in.
- Hi.
(Sarah) So, you do live here.
- Yeah. Come in.
(Suspenseful music)
- Uh, this is Casey.
It's her house. And that's Laura.
Guys, this is a woman I met
in the supermarket parking lot.
- Hi, I'm Sarah.
- The man in the wheelchair
is my husband, Carl.
- Is there something we can do for you?
- Sorry, I just...
I can't get past when you
came up to us this afternoon.
- Yeah, it was disturbing for me too.
- Look.
I don't know what you're
up to, or what's going on...
But please leave us alone.
- I promise I'm not up to anything.
- Carl is very fragile.
We had nothing to do
with the things Steve did.
- Look, I don't know
what you're talking about...
But I met this guy who
lived across the street.
He said his name was Steve,
and he looked exactly like Carl.
And I saw him again tonight.
- What exactly did Steve do?
(Creepy music)
- He killed several women.
At least seven that we know of.
- Oh my god, he was a serial killer?
- It was all over the news.
I'm surprised you didn't hear about it.
- And he killed them in that house?
- Nobody knows where he killed them.
The bodies were found
on the outskirts of town.
When the police finally
figured out Steve was the killer...
He and Carl were in a bad car accident.
Steve was killed, and
Carl was left crippled.
- Who owns the house now?
- Belongs to Carl now.
I tried to put it up for
sale, but no one'll buy it.
The realtors won't even list it.
- So, who is this guy Emma keeps seeing?
- I don't know. Have you seen him too?
- Uh, no, I haven't.
- What about you?
- No, but the lights keep
going on and off over there.
- Hmph.
(Casey) Hey.
If Emma says she saw this
guy Steve, then she saw him.
- I'm not saying that you're a liar.
I'm just saying that...
Sometimes the subconscious
can do some strange things.
Like I said, the news heavily covered it.
- You have been under
a lot of stress lately.
Are you sure you saw this guy?
- Are you kidding me? Yes, I'm sure!
- Look, I have to work the night shift.
So, I have to go.
I don't know who or what you saw, but...
If it has anything to
do with Steve, it's evil.
Just stay as far away from it as you can.
Thanks for leting me
know about the lights.
I'll call an electrician.
(Front doors closes)
(Ominous music)
(Emma) I can't believe her!
I'm going to call an electrician.
Like we're crazy!
This has been the weirdest day of my life.
- It gets weirder.
I just got the skinny on Steve and Carl.
- What?
- So Steve was diagnosed with asd.
Antisocial personality disorder.
- What does that mean?
- It means he's a psychopath.
- Or maybe just a sociopath.
- Well, what's the difference?
Psychopaths are really good actors...
And masters of manipulation.
They can be the most charming,
intelligent, funny people you know.
- But inside, it's like a black hole.
Total nothingness.
- Sociopaths aren't very good actors.
They make it plain they don't care.
Anyway, so, Steve and Carl's
parents would haul him off to a therapist.
And then the parents died in a fire.
Cause inconclusive.
And Steve and Carl were
sent to live with an uncle.
- There's an uncle whod
take in a psychopathic kid?
- That's just it.
- Somehow, Steve and
Carl's need to see a shrink...
Fell right through the cracks.
(Casey) After that, he just
blended into the background.
- Until the murders.
- Right.
- And during that time, growing
up, the brothers were close.
- That makes sense.
Because Sarah said Carl was fragile.
(Emma) What?
- What if...
When Steve died...
Carl took over his brother's
psychopathic personality?
- Carls in a wheelchair.
- Is he?
Or is Carl's personality
stuck in a wheelchair?
- (Chuckles) Wait, what?
- I know where this is going.
- Really? Where?
- Sarah told us she
works the night shift, right?
Plenty of time for Steve to come out.
And then during the day
when she's there, he's Carl.
- So you're saying,
like, a split personality?
And Steve can walk?
Is that even possible?
- There are known cases
where it's happened.
Crazy, right?
- Yeah.
I mean, I guess it makes more
sense than Steve being a ghost.
- I dont know. Im not so sure.
- I wanna talk to Sarah again.
I have some questions I want to ask her.
- What was that noise?
- What?
- Okay, now I'm hearing things.
That's my cue. I think it's
time for me to go to bed.
(Laura) Good night.
- Good night, all.
(Suspenseful music)
(Traffic sounds)
- Jeff. I've been waiting
here for 30 minutes.
I've got to go.
Did you forget or something?
Have a safe drive back to L.A.
(Emma) Hey.
- Oh! That was fast.
How'd it go?
- He didn't show.
- You're kidding.
Well, that's good, right?
- I guess?
- What do you mean?
- I mean, he was so intent
on having lunch today.
I just think it's weird
he didn't show up and...
Isn't picking up his phone.
- Well, he's a weird guy.
- I was thinking we should go
talk to that lady Sarah again.
I got her address on the
Internet. You guys wanna come?
- Yeah. Good idea.
- You know, if something
happened to Jeff...
And he went missing or something...
I'd never know.
- Oh, I'm sure something happened.
But it's more like he
got drunk, got in a fight...
And is sleeping it off in jail.
- Should we go right now?
Yeah, I'm down.
- Okay I guess.
(Sarah screams)
(Sarah gasping)
(Dog barking)
- Well, her car's here.
That's a good sign.
(Dog barking)
- If Sarah is sleeping...
There's a good chance
Carl will answer the door.
- Better yet.
(Knocking)
(Emma sighs)
(Knocking)
- Let's go. Come on, guys.
(Sarah gasps)
- Wait.
What was that?
(Sarah gasps)
- Sounds like someone choking.
(Tense music)
- Hello?
- Oh my god, Sarah!
- Um, call 911.
- Why isnt she breathing?
- I don't... I don't know. I think
her windpipe might be crushed.
(Sarah chokes)
(Carl) Sarah!
- Hello?
Um, yeah.
There's a woman
suffocating, and we need help.
- Help, help. Help, help, help!
I can't get up!
- Got you, got you.
(Carl groans)
- Where's Sarah?
- Yes, yes, please. Please hurry.
(Laura) What's the address?
(Casey) Um, uh, uh, 1218 oak Avenue.
- Sarah!
(Sarah chokes)
- Dont! Don't try to speak.
- Sarah!
(Tense music)
(Jeff groans)
You kidding me?
(Engine starts)
- So you were in the bathroom
when you heard your wife fall?
- I heard her scream.
- I was on the toilet...
And I tried to get back
in my wheelchair, but...
I fell.
When I heard the girls yell her name,
I knew something bad had happened.
- Let me ask you something.
How do you make it up
and down those stairs?
- We have an elevator, but...
Sarah, helped me with everything.
- And you saw her fall?
No.
- No.
- It wasn't quite like that, um...
She was already on the
floor when... when we arrived.
- All right, well.
Im gonna need statemnets from everybody.
(Front door closes)
(Creepy music)
- I..i can't believe she died.
I was looking right at
her, and then she was...
Gone.
- Is it just me or...
Did carls story seem a little
off to what actually happened?
- You know, now that you say that...
He did kind of make it seem
like we were there when she fell.
- Its because Carl became Steve...
Got out of his wheelchair,
and pushed her down the stairs.
- What? You think he
would murder his wife?
- No, I think Steve murdered Carl's wife.
- If you're so sure, maybe
we should tell the detective.
- We can't prove anything.
And at this point, I
don't want to piss off...
A murdering sociopath
that knows where we live.
(Suspensful music)
- I can't stop thinking
about what happened earlier.
- Yeah.
- The fact that she went that way.
It doesn't make sense.
- It's still dark over there.
- I wasn't kidding about having
a loaded gun in my nightstand.
- Has it really come to that?
- All I'm saying...
Is at any point you think you
might need it, help yourselves.
If we could get a video
of Steve walking around...
Thatd be enough to go to the police with.
(Pounding at door)
- Damn, this place suddenly got popular.
(Pounding at door)
(Suspenseful music)
- Okay, Emma.
Who's the guy?
- What happened to you?
And what the hell are you talking about?
- I was getting in my
car to come and see you.
With more flowers, I might add.
When all of a sudden
some asshole knocks me out.
Next thing I know, I'm getting
shaken awake by some tourists.
- And you think we had
something to do with that?
- Well, I don't know, Emma.
Maybe you thought I had it coming.
- Was this the guy?
- I don't know. It all happened so fast.
Did you guys put him up to it?
- No, we didn't.
- Okay, why don't we
just get him a ice pack...
And we explain to him what's going on.
(Calm music)
- What I don't understand is...
Why didn't you guys tell me
this when I first came over?
- Why would we?
- Fine. Whatever.
The point is, you think the
cripple is the same guy that hit me?
- I can't say anything for sure.
But if he was watching us last
night, he could have seen you.
- Even if he did see me.
Why would he punch me out?
- We don't know anything for sure.
- Okay, maybe Carl is just Carl.
And maybe there's an evil
spirit haunting the house.
And maybe you just happen to get mugged.
- And maybe Emma is just imagining
people that aren't really there.
- Okay, I never said that.
- I know, but can you honestly
say you haven't thought it?
- Nobody doubts that
what you saw was real.
Okay? So get that out of your head.
- I don't know.
Emma has been going through it lately.
- Shut up.
- Listen, if we can
just get him on video...
We can go to the cops.
- I tried looking at the
security tape from the motel.
- What? What happened?
(Jeff) The footage was so
grainy, you couldn't see anything.
- Did you report your
attack to the police?
- No. I thought Emma was behind it...
And I didn't want to get her in trouble.
- Aw, that's sweet.
- Okay, don't even start.
I think now's a good time for
you to leave and say goodbye.
- What? No, I'm not
leaving you girls alone.
Im staying the night.
- (Laughs) Nice try...
But it's not like you did such
a good job protecting yourself.
- He caught me off guard.
Oh, come on.
You seriously wouldn't
rather have me being here...
Keeping an eye on everything?
(Tense music)
- Okay, fine.
But you're not staying in the house.
(Latch opens)
(Creepy music)
(She cries)
(She shouts)
- Get off me, you sick fuck!
- Enough!
You were supposed to train her!
- I did, Steve, I did.
- No.
You said the same
thing with the other girls.
They're not the problem.
You are!
(Intense music) I can fix her! Please, no!
(She cries)
(Tape ripping)
- Please take it off with her. Please!
I'll do whatever you want.
Please just take it off of her.
(Riley) Please take it
off. Please just take it off.
(Riley) Take it off!
(Steve breaths heavily)
(Steve grunts)
- This is all your fault.
We couldve had a nice time.
But you ruined it.
(Creepy music)
(Intense music)
(Eerie music)
(Floor squeak)
(They both grunt)
(Casey gasps and screams)
(Muffled screaming)
(Vase crash)
(Crickets)
(Tense music)
- Emma?
Laura?
- Hey.
- Is everything okay?
- I heard a noise.
I think it might have been
Jeff coming in the house.
But I just didn't want to check by myself.
- Okay, um...
I'll get some clothes on.
- Okay.
(Latch opens)
(Door slams)
(Footsteps)
(Chain rattles)
(Click)
- What's your problem?
- Nothing, sweetie. Im
just happy to see you.
- Aw.
So happy to hear that, pumpkin.
Because our family
just got a little bit bigger.
And I want you to be extra sweet.
Okay?
- Yes! Yes, of course.
- Go on now.
Are you a happy girl?
- Yes!
Yes, very happy.
I'm a happy girl. I'm really
happy. Im a happy girl!
I'm happy!
(Steve grunts)
- Whos my girl?
- I am.
I'm your girl.
(Creepy music)
- Thats right.
Don't you forget it, pumpkin.
Now, when she wakes up...
We're going to have some real fun.
- Oh shit!
(Intense music)
Let's go check on Casey.
- Emma, there's a syringe on the floor.
- Grab her phone. Call the police.
Come on, Jeff.
(Phone ringing)
(Muffled screaming)
Come on!
(Voice mail system) Your
call has been forwarded to an-
(911 operator) 911, what's your emergency?
- Hi. Yes, um...
Someone broke into our house,
and our roommate disappeared.
(911 operator) What's your address?
- Um...
It's 2722 white Glenn road.
(911 operator) And what is your name?
(911 operator) And the
name of the girl who's missing?
- My name is Laura greer.
Her name is Casey Forbes.
(911 operator) You're
certain she's missing?
Yes. I'm sure! Would you please hurry?
(911 operator) I'm
dispatching a police officer right now.
(911 operator) He will
be there in about 30 minutes.
(Crickets)
(Tense music)
- Laura, did you wake up
immediately when you heard the noise?
- Almost immediately after, yeah.
- Do you remember if
you heard a car drive off...
Or leave right after?
- No, no, it was completely quiet.
- Okay, that means
Casey is still close by.
- Emma, I'm getting scared.
- Stay close. Come on.
- Emma, we should wait for the police.
- No. Well wake up Jeff.
- Okay.
(Emma) Dang! He's not here.
- Do you think Casey and Jeff
went somewhere together or?
- Not a chance.
- Oh my god, that's Carl's wheelchair.
(Music intensifies)
- We're going back.
- Wait, why are we going back
in there? The house is empty.
- They've got to be in there.
We're missing something.
(Door squeaks)
- Is there a light switch? Do you see one?
- Casey?
Casey?
(Latch opens)
- Should we keep looking, or?
- Maybe we could check out the backyard?
(They gasp) (Suspenseful music)
- I think...
- Emma, no!
(Emma screams)
- Please, please, please,
please, please, please.
Open, please!
Oh my god, oh my god!
Oh, please, please, please!
Oh my god! No!
(Smack)
- And the fun begins.
(Creepy music)
- Laura?
- Where the hell are we?
- What do you want from us?
- Stop squirming,
or I'll beat your friend.
- Would you please just
tell us what you want?
Would you please talk to us?
- Looks like I have some
new competition, honey.
- Aw.
Don't worry, baby.
There's plenty of me to go around.
- I know.
- Hi, I'm Riley.
What are your names?
- Okay, honey.
It's your turn.
Or I can kill your friend.
- Take it, you sick bastard!
(Music intensifies)
(Casey screams)
- Leave her alone!
- I will not tolerate disrespect!
Do I need to beat one of you
to death to make my point?
- No, I'm sorry.
- No. Well do whatever you want.
(Laura cries)
- Don't need it.
Now...
Which one of you called the police?
- I did.
- Alright.
You are going to call them back.
And you are going to tell them
that your friend came home.
And you are going to be very convincing.
Or I will kill...
Both of your friends.
Got it?
(Laura sniffs)
(Dial tone)
(911 operator) 911, what's your emergency?
- Hi.
Um, there's no emergency. Um...
I had just called earlier to report
that someone had broken in...
And my friend was missing, but
she came home, and everything's fine.
(911 operator) I see your earlier call.
(911 operator) But the
officer will still need to come...
(911 operator) To your location.
- Yes, that's fine.
I'm really sorry to have
inconvenienced everyone.
(911 operator) You'll
be there to meet him?
- Yes, I'll be there.
(911 operator) Have a good evening.
- Good call.
That'll buy me some time.
We have...
So much to learn about each other.
(Emma) Carl.
Listen, Steve died in that car accident.
Not you, Carl. You survived.
It's okay.
- It is?
(Steve cries)
(Steve laughs)
Did you come up with that all by yourself?
Or was that the little
therapist's diagnosis?
- Please, Carl, you don't want to hurt-
- stop calling me Carl!
(Steve chuckles)
Life is funny.
Isn't it?
When they found those girls.
I knew it was over for me.
- Listen, Steve killed those girls.
Steve please!
- (Emma screams) -
Listen, you stupid bitch!
The accident killed Carl.
Not me!
When I woke up.
Nobody else was there.
I saw Carl's pathetic, lifeless body...
In the driver's seat...
Head cracked.
And I switched our wallets.
(Steve) And I blubbered
like a baby for poor Steve.
(Steve) Everybody bought it.
The crowning touch was at the hospital.
I hacked into our dentist office
and switched our dental records.
When the cops checked...
And believe me, I knew they would...
Well, they confirmed that it
was, in fact, Steve honeycutt...
Smoldering down in the morgue.
- What about Sarah? She
couldn't tell the difference?
(Steve) Oh, please.
She was so delusional.
She loved every minute of
taking care of my crippled body.
- Then why kill her?
- You tell me, professor.
You're supposed to be smart.
- The insurance.
(Steve) Bingo.
- Sarah, would have to
have a big insurance policy.
Because if she died, someone
would have to take care of Carl.
- I stand corrected.
You are smart.
I'll remember that.
You know...
I would have waited a
lot longer to kill her, but...
Getting caught at the grocery store...
Really got her thinking.
So technically...
It's your fault that I had to kill her.
Hang on.
Don't go anywhere.
(Footsteps)
(Door opens and slams)
- Okay, listen. This sick
fuck likes to role play.
You act nice and happy, or
he'll kill the girl next to you.
If he wants sex, you want it more.
If not, when he's done
killing your friends...
He'll kill you.
- Do you know where we are?
- I think we're in a backyard.
I remember seeing a
house when I first got here.
- I can't do this.
- This is insanity.
- How long have you been down here?
- I don't know.
It's got to be more than a month by now.
The only reason I'm not dead...
Is because I'm playing
along with his games.
- Sounds like delaying the inevitable.
- If you don't want to watch
your friends get killed...
You better get it together.
There were other girls here before you...
And now they're dead.
Jeff will find us.
He wouldn't leave without us.
(Door slams)
(Footsteps)
(Steve) Jeff.
Jeff, Jeff, Jeff.
You don't happen to mean this clown?
Do you?
- What did you do to him?
- Don't worry.
He's not dead.
Not yet.
- Please don't kill him. I'll do anything.
- Oh, I'm sure of that.
- Why are you doing this?
- It's for our happy family.
Last time...
I made a mistake.
I didn't properly cover
my tracks, but this time...
I'm gonna do things right.
- Killing Jeff isn't going to do anything.
- I spray their blood around your house.
Grab your guy, Jeff's body.
Leave it with a suicide note.
One that he's already so
graciously written for me.
And in that note, it mentions
how he just couldn't bear...
To live with the fact that he
killed you girls any longer.
And a vague description...
Of where you all are buried.
- The police are going to figure it out.
- No, they won't!
- (Screams) Wait, please!
You're right, you're right.
- It's a brilliant plan.
Really.
- Thank you.
(Footsteps)
We're all going to die in here.
(Door slams)
(Creepy music)
- The bigger they are...
The harder they fall.
Alright, loser.
It's showtime.
(Eerie music)
(Crash)
(Crash)
Une uvre d'art.
You know, I really don't know
what Emma ever saw in you.
(Creepy music)
(Casey crying)
(Riley) Give it up!
Don't you think I've tried
everything you're doing?
(Laura cries)
- She's right.
We're just wasting strength
we're gonna need later.
(Emma) Riley?
What exactly does Steve do?
With the girls?
(Tense music)
- He's gentle.
Until he's not.
He cuddles you.
And then beats you and rapes you.
I know it sounds fucked
up saying it out loud, but...
He can be sweet.
Until he starts tearing everything
apart like a fucking psycho.
That's why you have to be happy.
The moment you slip, he'll...
(Riley cries)
Maybe the police will figure out...
That Steve staged
everything at the house, but...
How will the police find us?
- They probably won't.
And... and here I'd rather kill myself...
Then, let this sicko
repeatedly fucking rape us.
(Casey cries)
- I never shouldve come
here. This is all my fault.
- No, you didn't do anything wrong.
- Where are the fucking cops?
(Emma) Oh my god.
Guys!
- What?
Steve's screwdriver is in my back pocket!
- What?
- What?
- Oh my god!
(Intense music)
- For absolutely,
positively the best suicide.
Damn.
Time flies.
- It's not budging.
- Are you stupid? You're
going to get us all killed.
Come on keep trying.
- These screws are too tight.
- You don't have another option.
(Emma grunts)
You got it. You got it, Emma.
- Emma, Emma come on.
(Crickets)
(Latch squeaks)
(Door slams)
- Okay, put it away. He's coming back.
(Creepy music)
- Hi, handsome. Did you miss us?
- Hi, Steve.
- Do you want a back rub?
- I see Riley has filled
you in on how to behave.
Good job, lover.
You know.
I really did feel like there
was something between us.
(Suspenseful music)
- Hey, hey! What about us?
- Emma doesn't get to
keep you all to herself.
- Steve, when is it my turn?
- I hate to do this...
But I got to go back to the house.
Finish things up.
Don't worry, we have plenty of time.
- Bye, Steve!
Hurry back.
- Bye Steve.
(Footsteps)
(Door opens and closes)
- Okay, I think he's gone.
- I almost gagged.
- I was afraid I was going to throw up.
- I just want to get the fuck out of here.
(Tense music)
(Laura) Come on Emma.
Are you okay?
- I think I moved it.
(Casey) What? It moved?
(Laura) Okay. You got it, you got it.
(Casey) Come on, come on.
- I think so.
(Laura) You got it!
- Stop!
(Emma groans)
(Emma I got it!
- Oh my god, oh my god! Okay!
(Triumphant music)
- Got it!
(Casey) Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
(Casey) Okay, give me the screwdriver.
(Riley) Please stop. He's gonna come back.
He's going to kill you.
- It'll help if I do it.
- No, no you have to go get help.
(Riley) Please don't do this.
(Riley) He'll kill you,
and then he'll kill all of us.
(Riley) Stop!
- Here.
- No you can do it. It's okay.
- You run faster than me.
- Alright.
(Latch squeaks)
(Door slams)
(Steve) It's such a cliche.
Isn't it?
(Creepy music)
Boy meets girl...
Boy loses girl, boy butchers girl...
And everyone around her.
The news anchors hardly sound
shocked anymore when they report it.
And in a flash of remorse...
Boy takes his own life.
And with that goes any hope...
Of finding the whereabouts
of those three girls.
Now swallow!
- Asshole!
- Jeff, wake up! You gotta wake up!
Jeff!
Spit it all out. Let's go.
(Emma) Come on. Get up.
You got it. (Intense music)
- Fuck!
(Emma gasps)
(Crickets)
(Door slams)
(Intense music)
(Laura pants)
- Fuck!
(Laura pants)
(Laura pants)
(Steve pants)
- Please, open the door!
Open the door! Please,
please, please! Someone!
No!
(Muffled screaming)
(Tense music)
- I can't get it.
(Latch opens)
(Footsteps)
Oh, fuck.
(Casey screams)
- When I get back, you'll
know what real punishment is!
(Emma pants)
(Steve) Emma!
Emma, I'm running out of time.
(Door squeaks)
(Steve) Emma.
Do you want to live?
(Suspenseful music)
(Steve scoffs)
I wasn't expecting that.
- Get down on the ground.
- Sure.
Whatever you say.
You're not going to shoot me.
You gotta have bullets, Emma. (Laughs)
(Emma screams)
Time to die!
Give it up!
(Gunshot)
(Emma cries)
(Soft music)
- Jeff.
- (Groans) Emma?
Oh, shit.
(Jeff groans)
Emma!
- Jeff, it's over.
He's dead.
- He's dead?
- Yeah.
I shot him.
(Emma cries)
Look, I have to go get the others.
- Emma, wait.
I can't lose you again.
Can you please give me another chance?
Jeff, no. It's not going to happen.
- Baby, please.
- I promise I will never hurt you again.
- Yeah, you're right.
No one will.
(Police siren) - And if
they do, I'll fuck them up.
(Triumphant music)
(Guitar music)
come home. Youre right on time.
Lucky you. Youll
catch the news tonight.
Tonight.
No surprise. The worlds on fire.
And it almost turns
to thieves and liars.
The liars.
Nobodys ever felt this lonely.
Now I can heart my heart pounding.
I can feel it washing over me.
As I slip into insanity.
Suddenly, I can barely breathe.
So I choose to win endlessly with you.
Here we are with a million knives.
Watching you as
you fall asleep tonight.
Tonight.
Heaven knows the end is nigh.
Might as well spend
the last days high.
So high.
Nobodys ever felt this lonely.
Now I cant keep my
hands from shaking.
I can feel it washing over me.
As I slip into insanity.
Suddenly, I can barely breathe.