Mauler (2025) Movie Script
1
Why?
Why is it so difficult?
Mom.
You said you don't--
Mom! Mom!
Don't you feel bad?
They both had
what was coming to 'em.
Understand?
Kitchen.
I always hated your mother.
Didn't make no
bones about it, neither.
She was a first
class gold digger bitch,
looking to get her
hands on my family money.
She was unclean.
And your father
was just like his father.
Cursed with a soul as black
as night.
But not you.
Not you.
You're my good boy.
You and me,
We have an understanding.
Sometimes
you got to do the
Devil's work to earn God's love.
The law is
going to come
around asking questions.
I'm going to tell them that
someone came into the house and
did what was done.
I can lie just fine
when I need to, but you?
You're just going to
lay low here for a while.
Maybe a long while.
I'll say you were taken.
It's my house anyway.
So you're just going to stay
here and no one will be
the wiser.
I'm going to be your momma now.
And I'm going to raise you
to do what needs doing.
Now.
You repeat after me.
God is good.
God is good.
God is good.
God is good.
God is good.
God is the Alpha and the Omega.
God is the Alpha and the Omega.
And he anointed me.
He anointed me...
To serve
as the instrument of his will.
To serve as an
instrument of his will.
A-fucking-men.
Here we are.
So this is the place.
This is the place, Jada.
Huh.
This is a nice neighborhood.
Looks like your
intel is good, Steve-o.
Intel? Okay,
Marine Corps Barbie.
Okay, so your party info
got us past the gate and now...
The party is real, Jada.
It's just down the street.
The name I gave that
security guard is also real.
It's just someone who's
not actually going to the party.
And we came early when
they change shifts on purpose.
Have you been paying
any attention this whole time?
See, I'm a little
drunk and a lot high.
So... no.
Yeah, preach it girl.
You basically just
grabbed us, like you always do,
said, "we're going on an
adventure!" and then rattled off
something about a
contest at some boujee house.
Yeah, I didn't get
the whole contest thing.
- What, I didn't either!
- Cut the blue wire...
Oh!
Hello?
Good morning.
- Oh sorry. We're here?
- Sleepy.
Yes.
We're here.
And Steve-o was just
about to explain the contest!
Fine.
I'll explain for you sassy
bitches
one more time.
- Language, bitch!
Okay, look.
There's a secret
contest on the dark web.
If you can prove that
you stay from dusk 'til dawn
in a house where a
grisly murder happened
and survive...
You move onto another challenge.
And eventually the winner,
or winners, get $25,000.
I don't know about y'all but for
25K I will do all kinds of
freaky shit.
Anything. Period.
- Yeah we know.
- Yeah.
And this place scores
100 on the freak-o meter.
Look, all we have to do is send
some photos and videos as
evidence.
Are we down to make
some easy money or what?
Wait. How did you
even find this place?
Because, Jen. I
am a goddamn genius.
Steve- o? Genius?
How'd you find it, for real?
Hm?
I found out
from someone who I know,
who is definitely not my father,
and who may or may not have
recently been appointed as the
main realtor
to oversee and
sell this swank estate.
Who just happened to have the
whole file of the entire history
of this property
for the last 50 years.
Which I accidentally saw
when I opened it and studied
every word for the last
three days.
And you stole
the key, motherfucker.
I borrowed the key, bitch.
While the
man who is not my father
was sleeping with
his new girlfriend.
Becky.
Who's a total
fucking cunt by the way.
What happened in the house?
Oh, you want deets?
I got deets.
This is the Clay House.
Not only were husband and
wife brutally murdered here,
but the old lady who
owned the place was some sort of
religious fanatic.
And she had a ton of guap.
Well, a couple of days ago,
she was going to grab her mail
in the driveway,
and she just drops dead.
She was the mom
of the dead husband.
Back in the day.
She said
some crazy fucker broke in
grabbed this
sledgehammer from the garage
and just bashed
the dad's head in.
And then he choked the missus.
Oh and
they had a kid.
Per the grandma, the whacko
took him
and they never found
the poor little shit again.
Damn.
That's actually
really fucked up.
Language.
Wait wait wait.
Hold on. Hold up, hold up.
So the grandma's dead.
This nice house is empty.
And all her
stuff is still inside?
Yes, to
everything you just said.
Who knows what this old
brat has stashed away in here?
So you didn't bring
us all the way out here
just to take some pictures
and maybe try for a shot at 25K?
The 25K is just
icing on the cake.
In the meantime, I've been
promising you guys an adventure.
And this is a
fucking adventure, guys.
No one's even going
to know we were here.
Tomorrow
they're going to come at 9am
and take
everything away from the house.
That means we have one night to
get in and take something for
ourselves
and secure the bag.
See, that sounds
like one hell of a
score for one night's work so...
I'm in with one line of
coke and a bag of tortilla chips
because I get hungry.
Finally some excitement.
I am just--
I'm so sick of being bored.
This is a terrible fucking idea.
Jada. You
can't go back to jail.
Who will mom
kill if we get caught?
You.
Yeah.
Me? Me?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'm supposed to
be looking out for you.
Whoa, no one is going to jail.
We get in, do what we
need to do and get out.
Easy.
I got this, I got this.
Jen, this is going to be so hot.
Sexy danger, sexy money.
Sexy me.
Come on.
If anything happens, we'll just
take care of the boys like we
always do.
- True. - I
think you have that backwards.
Um.
Last time you and
Steve-o got in trouble
who was it that bailed you out?
I think it was,
I think it was us?
- It was us!
- It was us!
That's what I thought.
Yeah.
You got nothing.
Why are we bringing them again?
Okay. You
idiots do what you want.
I'm staying in the car.
That's good, because we
might need a getaway driver.
What do you mean "getaway"?
We came in through a gate.
You want me to crash it?
Who am I?
Dominic Toretti
from Fast and Furious.
Toretto.
Torett-o.
- Whatever.
- Ow!
It's all good, Jen.
Once we're done, we're just
going to roll out of here like
nothing happened.
'Til then, we just stay low.
Get inside and we'll be fine.
See. Another Steve-o
master plan at work, Jen.
See. That's what
I'm worried about.
How about you two bitches
stop wasting time and go
find us the way in already.
Yeah?
Let's just be quick, Steve-o.
Quick! Quick like
your last boyfriend.
Oh, oh, oh.
I will think of a good comeback
in about ten minutes,
and you will be sorry.
Sure.
Whatever.
All right, everybody,
take out their phones and take a
quick video.
So we have
evidence of when we arrived.
We're here, bitches.
- Gimme
gimme gimme gimme. - Oh!
Clay House.
What are we gonna do? Ahh!
Sexy bitch.
- Steve-o!
- Thank you.
Oh my God, Jada!
I fucking love you.
- Jada!
Oh, you motherfuckers ready?
Peace.
I'm
so ready for this.
Okay. Come on,
guys, what's our jam?
- Michelle.
- Oh shit!
- Come on, what's our tune?
- Oh God.
Okay, okay.
Let me take this first.
Chug that shit, bitch.
Yeaahh!
Heeey!
Cause we got this.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cause we bad.
Oh, yeah. Oh,
yeah. Cause we got this.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Cause we bad.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Cause we dangerous.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Cause we got this.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Cause we sexy.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cause we hot.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cause we got this.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cause we
got bad bad bad bad bad--
Do you understand why
you have been
spared these last few days?
You have been spared
because my blessed
grandmother fell ill.
The Lord
has since called her home
to her heavenly reward.
My stay in this
house draws short.
Out of respect for my
grandmother,
I've given you three days.
But the time has come.
Time to unburden your soul.
I'm not a druggie.
Whatever it is you think I am.
I was only in that part of town
looking for my little brother.
You bought drugs.
I witnessed this.
I had to buy them.
to look legit.
Come on, man.
See any tracks on my arms?
The Dark One
is a master of deception.
His acolytes speak
with the same forked tongue.
Sometimes you have to do
the Devil's work
to get God's will done.
No, I swear to God.
Please!
I've given you
every opportunity to repent
and yet you still
choose the path of inequity
and to use the
Lord's name in vain.
Addiction begins small.
So I will begin small.
And take my time.
One final
night for you and I.
It will be a long night
A red night.
A night of blood and bone.
You will be my finest trophy.
Look.
Come here.
What the fuck...
I don't like that.
Damn.
This place is weird.
Did you hear something?
Obviously, the
house isn't fucking empty.
Look.
The plan is still the plan.
We just needa...
Modify it, that's all.
It's no biggie.
Whoever's in
there, we just tie him up
and toss him in a
closet 'til we're done.
And tomorrow somebody
finds him and we're all good.
But we need to get in.
Okay?
- But- Come on.
Follow me.
Come on.
I hate you sometimes.
Hmm?
I'm trying not to puke tonight.
Here it is.
The Clay Murders.
Says here,
Tara Clay, the rich grandmother,
was the only survivor
after an
unknown assailant killed her
son and daughter-in-law
and abducted
her grandson, Lucas.
Following the events,
Grandma Clay remained private
and never spoke publicly
about the events of that night.
Damn. She
even spit at some reporter
who tried to interview
her outside of a grocery store.
Called him a minion
of the Dark One. Pfft.
She sounds like a crazy asshole.
She has been through a lot.
I bet the house is haunted.
Now the souls of
the dead wander the halls
looking for their
next victim--Raaah!
Stop!
You freak!
Jennifer. You
know you love it.
Get a room.
Okay, it's right here.
Okay, I've got
the key right here.
Hey, hey.
What's wrong?
Fuck, I think I lost the key.
You lost the key.
You're such an asshole!
First off, knock your shit off.
And secondly, let's just--
Let's just look around
and see if we can find it.
Oh, okay, cool cool cool cool.
Without flashlights?
Quit bitching, princess.
Come on.
We got this.
Do we got this?
Do we?
Look, let's just
retrace our steps.
I think this wouldn't have
happened if your pants weren't
so fucking tight.
Oh fuck you.
These pants were $60.
$60 and they can't
hold a pair of keys?
Oh fuck.
Come on, let's just-- let's just
go back and let's just
look for it.
Okay?
Come on.
You had one fucking job.
Chop chop, bitch.
Let's go.
Okay. I'm starting to
get worried. Where are they?
Oh, I'm sure they're fine.
Screw this.
I'm gonna call.
RAAAH!
You asshole!
Fucking dicks!
Oh, we got you good.
- I almost peed
myself. - Take me home!
I wanna go home.
Take me home.
That
was too damn funny.
So what happened?
Did the key work?
Oh, right.
Steve-o, why don't you tell 'em?
I...
I lost the key.
You're kidding.
Hey, we both looked.
Couldn't find it anywhere.
Oh, and there's more.
What do
you mean, there's more?
Someone's in the house.
What?
You said it was empty.
You said this would be easy.
I know, I know what I said.
Okay, well.
Now what, hm?
We aren't giving up.
We just...
We just need a new plan, guys.
Yeah, listen. Guys.
The guy in there isn't a threat.
All we got to do is tie him up.
Uh...
No.
You're talking about
breaking and entering.
Not to mention
assault and battery.
Jada can't go back to jail and I
have no desire to go there in
the first place.
Number one,
I can take care of myself.
Number two,
no one is going to jail.
And number three.
Shut up, Jen, because we can
still do this and not
get caught.
Haven't you idiots seen
Don't Breathe?
What if that person has a gun?
Oh, what if he Home Alone's us?
What's Home Alone?
You are fucking dead to me.
Okay, everybody
shut the fuck up!
Jeez. Okay.
We're gonna find a way into
the house,
and we're going to be nice
and quiet and
sneaky about it, okay?
Jada and I are going to get the
jump on whoever the fuck's
in there.
No guns, so nobody gets hurt.
Uh-uh.
No way.
Okay, fine.
We vote.
Who's in?
Adam?
We need it.
I need it.
Your dad's not going
to stop being pissed at me
until I find a
way to pay him back.
I got to get square with him.
I'm in.
Michelle?
Yeah.
Daddy cut me off after
finding my stash, so fuck him.
I'm desperate,
so yeah let's get it on!
Let's get it on!
Jada?
Yeah, fuck it I'm in.
You know this person will be
able to identify both of you
later, right?
Big fucking whoop.
I've got a hoodie Jada can use.
Other than that,
young male or female? 20s?
Average height.
I mean, Jen, come on.
It's not like
we have face tatts.
Are you
forgetting the gate guard?
There's video there.
They'll show the
video to whoever you tie up.
And they'll have
our license plate.
They'll put two
and two together.
Okay, first off,
plates are stolen.
What?
Borrowed.
Yeah, I forgot to mention that.
But the video...
That's a good point.
I've got a
bandana for Jada and...
Adam.
Give me your shirt.
You're gonna wear my shirt?
Kind of.
I feel like you people
are stupid and no
one is listening to me.
Ooh.
Jen, you need to relax, okay?
Dude is not
going to see us coming in
because we're going
to sneak up behind him.
These disguises
are just in case.
And then we'll
blindfold his bitch ass.
This is by far the most idiotic
thing you've dragged us into.
And that bar was
already set pretty fucking high.
I want absolutely
no part of this.
You should stay
in the car anyways.
Call us if
somebody's coming around.
Thank you.
Okay.
The four of us are going
to look for any windows open.
Or any other ways
into the house. Okay?
What if we find a way in?
That's a good question.
Maybe come get the
rest of us, Michelle?
Jesus Christ!
- God...
I got to tell
you people everything?
All right, come
on, bitches, let's go.
Look, Jada's a dumbass.
Always has been.
She-- she can't help herself.
Doesn't mean we have to keep
getting mixed up in this shit.
You worry too much.
Everything's
going to be fun, okay?
Trust me.
You'll see.
Fucking dicks.
So? What's the play?
Go, go, go, go, go!
Duck!
Go!
Go!
Fuck.
The fuck is he doing?
- Bro. Fucking Adam!
- I know...
Fuck.
Fuck this.
The fuck?
That was the perfect chance!
You fucked up!
- Okay, whoa.
- What?
- What?
- It's a lot.
- You don't trust white men--
- You could have done something!
Raahh!
Fuck! Jen!
- I'm back fuckers.
- Fuck you, Jen.
What is taking so long?
Babe, what are you doing? You're
supposed to be in the car.
I'm done waiting.
I'm really,
really glad you're here.
Because they just keep arguing.
We're arguing because your boy
over here had the perfect chance
to get in the house, and
he froze like a grade A pussy.
I'm telling you,
that guy is as big as a tree.
You know
what, I'm gonna fuckin--
What are we going to do?
Wait.
I got it, guys.
New plan.
Mm. No.
No no no.
You know, maybe we
should just listen to Jen.
Okay? Let's listen
to Jen and take off.
We only got one shot at this.
Okay?
So shut up.
So what's the plan?
Adam and Jada are going
to lift me up to the roof.
The roof?
It's going to work, look.
Haven't you seen those movies
where the guy sneaks up onto of
the roof
and then crawls through
some chick's window to fuck her?
Well, that's because nobody ever
thinks to lock the windows
upstairs.
Ohhh.
Or maybe it's because
those are just fucking movies.
No, no, no. Look.
Once I'm in, one of you guys go
out front and make enough noise
to distract him.
- Easy enough.
- Okay.
And then I'll sneak downstairs,
open the back door from
the inside.
Once we're all in, Jada
and I will take care of the guy.
And boom.
Pow.
Easy enough.
Okay.
Come on.
Cause you already fucked up.
Why don't
you try to fight him.
Let's go.
Okay, whatever.
Let's just go.
Come on, it's fine.
Let's go.
Come on.
Officer Stanley,
you there?
Yeah.
Are you speed walking again?
I told
you, I need the exercise.
I thought you
had, like, three black belts?
And an instructor certificate.
Oooh!
Shut up.
Hold on.
I might have something here.
Never mind.
Stand down.
It's just a damn cat.
Do some Bruce Lee
karate shit on it.
Karate is
Japanese, you twot waffle.
Bruce Lee was Chinese.
I guess you would know.
You damn skippy.
When I was eight years old,
I built my first wooden dummy
out of comic book
long boxes and poster tubes.
That doesn't sound
like much of a winning dummy.
Hey.
Now you tread lightly, friend.
Lest I turn my ring
from tiger to dragon.
Another Bruce Lee reference?
Nope. Jeff Speakman.
Perfect weapon.
Learn it, live
it- Yeah, whatever.
Hey, when you get a minute,
you swing by the Clay House?
Somebody thought they heard a
yell come from the backyard a
while ago.
The old Clay lady.
Wonder if her friend
of the family's returned.
Supposed to be empty.
Creepy fuck.
I told you my theory right?
That they were fucking?
You're a perv, you know that?
Opinions vary.
Jeff Speakman again?
Nope. Patrick Swayze.
Road House. Learn it, live it--
Yeah yeah, fuck off.
Over and out.
Asshole.
Okay,
okay, okay, okay, okay--
Wait.
Oh!
Oooh! Nice ass.
Thanks, bitch.
Come on, lift up.
Would it kill you
to do an extra set of pull-ups?
Would it
kill you to fuck off?
Ugh, God.
Almost there.
Shhhh.
He's gonna hear you.
Fuck him.
Who leaves a nail
sticking straight up like that?
Have you seen A Quiet Place?
Shut up, Jen.
I really don't
need your shit right now.
I agree. This
calls for payback.
Let's just get out
of here, you morons.
Yeah, this was fun.
And the money and all.
But it's too much.
Steve-o's bleeding out!
- Not fucking yet.
- Okay.
Look, we screw up one more time
and I'm going apeshit on
this house.
Yeah, that'll fix things.
- Shut up, Jen!
- You shut up, Jada.
Let me think.
Okay.
New plan. Real
straightforward one this time.
Perfect, Great, yeah.
Awesome.
We knock on the front door.
Now you're talking buddy.
I'm sorry, what?
Did that fall
scramble your brains?
No, you're not listening.
This guy hasn't
acknowledged us all night.
He's been playing loud music.
He probably didn't hear shit.
I'm going to go to the front,
knock on the door and hide.
I'll be close
enough to rush the door.
Okay?
Jada, you do the
same with me, okay?
Adam.
Michelle.
Jen. Just--
Stick close by like
you guys always do, okay?
Once this fuck opens the door,
Me and Jada are
gonna bum-rush him. - Okay.
You guys take that
chance, run in, and hide.
Then we'll tie him up
and blindfold him, okay?
- Okay, yeah.
- Yeah.
We should have done
this in the first place.
This makes total sense.
Like you said,
you're drunk, high and stupid.
Shut up!
- Hey.
- You know what?
- Shut up!
I'm gonna need
another shirt, okay?
Another shirt?
Yeah.
In your fucking dreams.
Fine.
All your dreams just came true.
Look you guys.
We can still run away from this.
We can hit the drive-thru,
order Barberitos. Yum!
Yum!
And then we can go back to
my place and watch Labyrinth.
Not gonna lie.
Sounds good.
Fuck that.
No fucking way okay?
This motherfucker
just messed with the bull.
And he's going to get
the motherfucking horns.
Okay?
Okay?
Come on, let's roll.
Okay?
- Let's go. Help me up.
Let's go.
- Oh my God...
Come on, Jen.
Fuck, now I want a burrito!
I know. We'll
get some later.
Game.
Fuck.
Fuck.
You're tall.
Hi, sir.
S-sorry to disturb you.
While you're playing dress up.
But I--
I injured my hand.
I could really use some gauze.
Or-or antibiotic ointment.
Or a phone, maybe. Do
you have a phone I can use?
I
will act with rightful
hostility against you.
And I myself will
punish you for your sins.
Do not neglect to show
hospitality to strangers.
For thereby some have
entertained angels unaware.
Are you an angel?
I'm sorry?
Shit.
He knows.
Shit, shit!
- Oh my God, oh my God.
Jada!
Tonight you learn.
Fuck! Wait.
Open the fucking door!
Steve-o, I'm coming for you.
You creepy fucking,
I'm gonna kill you! Fuck, fuck.
Shit!
Adam! Get over here
and help me right now.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Adam!
Stop.
Stop stop stop stop.
You're making too much noise.
If the neighbors call
the cops we are so screwed.
This is not fun anymore.
Fuck that. We got to
get Steve-o back. Yes!
Yes! Yeah we will. We just--
we have to be smart about it.
Oh, fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
Okay, okay, okay.
Let's go to the
back and regroup okay?
Okay, go.
- Okay.
Jada!
In here.
Guys help!
Look, man.
Things don't need to get ugly.
We can still go our separate
ways and nobody has to get hurt.
I'll do fucking anything!
I fucking told you! All of you.
This entire night I've
been telling you this is fucked
and nobody listened to me.
Now look!
We don't have time for
your shit right now, Jenny.
It's not helping.
You know what Jada?
Shut the fuck up!
What? - Whoa
relax. Relax, relax! Okay.
We're all freaked out.
Our friend is in trouble,
I get it, but we need to figure
out what to do.
We save Steve-o.
We can't let that disgusting,
nasty freak hurt him.
But the question is how?
How? How do we save him?
Well the front door wasn't
budging either, so we just need
to find another way in.
Clearly the house was
designed to keep people out
Or to keep people in.
Shit, what if he calls the cops?
He could have just slammed
the door and called the cops.
All right, th-that
guy didn't look right.
We picked the
wrong house to fuck with!
Okay.
Well, there's still four of us.
And one of him! So--
Well we can't
help if we can't get in!
Let's just some windows.
No no no no no no,
because we can only go in one at
a time and then you can just
pick us off.
Okay. I'd feel a lot
better if I had a weapon.
Yeah.
Yes.
Ugh, this is usually Steve-o's
thing but fuck it,
because we need a plan, okay?
Look, Michelle,
you and I are going to
go and try to get a look
at what's
happening on the inside, okay?
Adam.
Jen. You two try to
get into the garage and
find things that we
can use as weapons, okay?
And if we have to smash multiple
windows and overwhelm him.
Okay?
Okay,? It's literally
the only plan that we got.
Okay, fine.
- Okay?
- Okay, let's go.
Go.
- Michelle, come on!
- Okay.
Come on, man.
Just let me go.
I don't care
what you do in here.
We're not gonna hurt you if
that's what you're
worried about.
We won't say anything.
Shit.
Oh, shit.
I just wanna go home.
I'm sorry, okay?
We shouldn't be here.
We'll leave.
We won't bother you anymore.
Oh, shit.
I just wanna go home.
I'm sorry, okay?
We shouldn't be here.
We won't bother you anymore.
But, man,
I'm telling you,
if you don't let me go,
my friends are gonna find a
way and they will fuck you up.
I can smell
alcohol on your breath.
So fucking what?
Yeah I've been
drinking, so what?
Who gives a shit?
Smell conjures memories.
It's the same smell of my
father's breath when he would
lay hands on my mother.
I've got
nothing to do with that.
I promise, okay?
This bottles was his.
This is the spirit
he chose to fill himself with.
Same spirit you
choose to sully yourself with.
You want
me to stop drinking?
Okay. Yeah.
No problem.
Cold turkey from here on out.
I'll never take
another fucking swig again.
Please, just let me go.
I'll do fucking anything.
I don't see anything.
Let's check for the around.
Where the hell are they?
We still have to check
the other side of the house.
- Oh.
- Come on.
Oh fuck.
I don't think
this is regular glass...
It's double-paned, at least.
It's not a house.
It's a fortress.
God.
- Creepy.
Fuck.
Come on, let's go this way.
Check the window.
Do you see anything?
I can't see shit.
It's definitely locked.
Let me see.
- I got an idea.
- What?
I saw this on YouTube.
It wouldn't work
on those other locks.
But this one.
Like, please.
Acts of sinful
nature are obvious.
Drunkenness, orgies,
perversion and the like.
I warn you as I did before,
those who live like this
cannot...
will not inherit
the kingdom of God.
Oh fuck!
Help!
Shit!
He's tied up.
What the fuck is this guy doing?
Where is he?
Fuck you!
We're coming for you!
You're a dead man.
I got it.
Damn.
I'm impressed.
Let's look inside.
Here come Jada and Michelle.
Whao.
What happened?
We saw him.
What?
Steve-O is tied
to a chair, okay?
That freak came to the window.
We got to get
in there, like, now.
Shit.
Okay, okay.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
What the fuck are we
supposed to do? - I'm scared.
- It was bad.
- It was bad?
It was bad.
Got it.
Let's go.
Find something
you can beat his ass with.
Wonder what these are used for.
Just a bunch of
old newspaper clippings.
That's not important.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Th-these clippings--
They're not about the Clay
murders,
they're about the Mauler.
That's some
urban legend bullshit.
Wait, the
sledgehammer guy, right?
I never knew
much other than rumors.
This says an eyewitness
saw some big guy with a hammer
kill a junkie in the
woods, like, five years ago.
He tried to attack him.
The witness got away but--
Yes. Remember? They
found all those bodies.
It was like-- it was like
a dumping ground where every--
Schools were crushed and their
bones were broken and
everything.
Yeah, that's what
the story comes from.
The Mauler.
Oh my God.
Well, it's like a diary.
It's a diary.
What the fuck?
Okay.
Oh, Jesus.
What?
It talks about
some guy named Lucas. says
It says...
I wish he would take
ownership of the house,
but the laws of man pay
no heed to the laws of God?
I remember when the house stood
alone before the neighbors and
the gates
and the fences.
I try and keep it looking
modern so no one suspects.
What?
Wait this--
This is the from
earlier, a few years ago.
We venture out sometimes in the
dark and lonely hours of
the night.
Service to our Lord.
We're turning with our bounty?
Wait, Lucas...
Almost 20 years ago.
I told the neighbors he
was a friend of the family.
We made a covenant,
Lucas, God and I.
- No, no no.
- A covenant?
Lucas was the name of
the grandson. The one who--
Kidnapped.
No no no no.
The kid was never taken.
No but what if they-they--
Threw him in the
trunk and drove him here--
Wait, wait.
Are you motherfuckers
telling me that, that...?
He's the Mauler.
You want to drink?
Drink.
Fuck you.
Rid yourselves with
such things as these.
Anger, rage, malice,
Perversion.
Slander.
Filthy language from your lips.
My...
My teeth.
I can't be here.
We have too much to lose.
Fuck that, okay?
Steve-o's in there and we gotta get him out.
- Yeah.
- Now!
Whoa, whoa. What do you
mean you have too much to lose?
Clearly it's not the time, okay?
Let's just get out of here.
What is it about then, huh?
You're one of the
strongest people I know.
Okay. What is
up? What is going on?
You don-- You
don't understand, okay?
Hey! Chill out, okay?
We have all been
through a lot of shit tonight,
and she has the right
to be freaking out right now.
You don't understand.
Okay.
Let's just relax.
All right.
We've been through
a lot right now but...
Our friend Steve-o's inside and
we have to help him.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
Okay, I can't-- I can't.
I have to protect my family.
What?
O-okay, okay,
now you've lost me.
So what?
What are you talking about?
Look, look, look.
I'm fine, okay?
But we need to go in there and
help our friend and get him out.
Remember
the times we talked about
getting married and
having a family and going
to live in any place but here?
Babe, I understand.
But this is a
life or death situation--
I'm trying to fucking
tell you something okay?
Okay. Okay.
What?
You can tell me anything.
I'm-- I--
I'm--
I'm late.
Oh, shit.
Late for what?
- Shit.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know
when or how to tell you.
Oh, and this is the time?
Adam, I'm pregnant, okay?
We have to get out of here.
Well,
maybe sometimes when you're
late, it could be a
hormonal thing.
Yeah, this isn't that.
You sure?
Yes, I'm fucking sure.
I told you if you
drank the entire bottle
I would untie you.
My word and my honor are one.
Shit.
I guess I'm going to be a dad.
Please don't be mad.
No! No,
no, babe.
I love you.
You should leave.
Fuck everything else.
I'm going to go back
inside and find Steve-o.
No...
And find whatever
money is hidden in the house.
We need it.
I can use it to
pay back your dad. I--
We could use it to get away.
We could get married.
Really?
You really want to marry me?
Yeah.
Absolutely, I love you.
Don't, don't--
Don't stay here, okay?
Leave with me.
Please.
Guys, this is all um--
a little bit too much.
And I'm happy for you guys.
Really.
But it doesn't change the fact
that some killer is in there
and you took my friend, and he's
doing God knows what to him.
Okay?
And I need Adam's
help to get him out.
Don't.
Stay here with me, please.
I'll--I'll--
Just leave with us.
Leave with us, please!
I'll go with her, okay?
She needs to be somewhere safe.
I'll go with her.
- I'll go with you, come on.
- - That's a good idea.
Go with Michelle.
Stay with me, please.
Stop, I'm doing this for us.
All three of us.
I love you.
I love you.
I need to do this fast.
In and out.
Fuck yeah. In
and out. That's it.
Find something.
I'm okay, I'm okay.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
Do you think it'll work?
I think so.
Steve-o.
It's Steve-o's shoe.
What do we do?
What do we do?
No no no no no no no no!
No! Don't
you fucking do it!
No no no!
Please.
No, no!
Please, No,
please, I'm begging you!
Stop stop stop stop!
No!
No...
No, please!
Stop! No!
No. Fuck. Nonono.
- No!
- You're fucking dead.
No no no no no! Please!
Oh, fuck!
He's fucking dead.
He's dead, he's dead.
He's fucking dead!
- I'm gonna kill him.
- I'm with you.
Be careful that
door-- that door, what if--
I don't care.
Me too, I'm done with this game.
Oh God...
Is she...?
No.
She's gone.
No...
She's gone.
She's gone.
Oh sis, I'm so sorry...
I'm--
I should've-- I--
I should have done more.
You've always been
there to protect me but
I couldn't save you
when it mattered most.
I'm so sorry...
Goddammit!
What do we do?
What do we do?
I don't know, Michelle,
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know!
- Okay!
- I don't know...
Wait, stop... Adam.
Adam.
Either he dies or I do.
But one of us is not
leaving this house alive.
I swear to God.
You hear me?
I swear to fucking God, okay.
Why did you do this?
I'm gonna fucking kill
you, you fucking monster!
You piece of shit!
Fuck!
I'm sorry...
I'm so sorry...
Okay.
Okay.
We're going to go room to room.
When he shows his face,
we're going to
tackle him together.
Three of us.
One of him.
It's time to chop this
motherfucker's head off.
I'm gonna open
up the door slowly.
Get ready.
Noted.
Just make sure it's clear.
I don't see anyone.
Just keep looking.
Just check everywhere.
What the fuck?
Trophies.
Ew.
Ew.
Let's just keep looking.
That's a fucking hammer.
You okay?
I'm not fucking
touching that thing.
I'll take hammer.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, I'm just woozy.
Come on.
Come on, let's go!
Watch.
Jesus.
Do we even want to
know what's in there?
Go back.
You go back.
Jada!
He's playing with us.
Let's just leave.
I don't care anymore.
What if he won't let us leave?
One of us is
getting out of here.
Jada, I'm so sorry.
I am so, so sorry.
Hey, Wes.
I got a vehicle
out in front of the Clay House.
I'mma check it out.
Whoever it is,
they don't belong there.
I got a
beat up four door car here.
White.
I got a couple purses in here.
Some cell phones.
Yeah.
I remember them coming through.
We got another call about
yells coming from the house.
I'm still stealthy.
Like a ninja.
Yeah, yeah.
Steve Harrington
from Stranger Days.
Everybody knows it.
Look, I'm calling it in.
You stay outside.
Remember,
observe and report.
Ringing the PD and
then I'm gonna get you, copy?
I'm sorry, Wes.
You're breaking up.
Stanley, we talked about this.
You dumb son of a bitch.
So, what's the plan?
Hide in there.
I'll be bait. Okay?
When he comes in, you give
it everything you got. Copy?
Okay, yeah.
Oh God.
You killed all my friends and
you're gonna kill me now right?
You're
gonna kill me now...
Hero time.
Just kill me.
Oh, shit.
Come on.
Hold it right fucking there.
Drop the axe.
Thank God, we need help!
This fucker killed our friends!
He's still in the house I--
Down on your knees.
Hands above your head.
Cops are on the way.
No, please. You
don't understand.
You come out here,
covered in blood,
carrying a fucking axe.
And you don't think
I'll pop a few hot ones in you?
Hey, there's a
psycho killer in there.
He's killing all of our
friends, we're innocent okay--
Shut your mouth.
Now, you two are in a
lot of fucking trouble.
And I suggest that
you cooperate with the law.
Now, if you cooperate, then
we'll take things easy on you.
Not that you deserve that.
No, you don't understand.
The killer's still inside--
No no no no no
no no no no no no.
No.
Looks to me like you
broke in,
tried to take what you wanted,
and then...
maybe a fight broke out
and you killed your friend.
You're not listening.
Shut the fuck up and sit down.
You think that you
are so fucking smart.
No.
Today you've
officially met your match.
You see.
I'm one of the good guys.
And good guys always--
Fuck!
It's you.
I always knew there
was something off about you.
You creepy fuck.
I don't care
what went on in there.
Nobody steps to Officer Stanley.
So you want to do the man dance?
You're the one who's going
to be staring at the sky, Lurch.
No! Oh!
Oh oh.
Should I go for the gun?
Yeah, yeah.
Looks like the
security guy's winning.
Now it's time
for the coup de grace.
You thought me the lamb.
But as you'll see...
Oh, shit.
I am the Lord.
The gun.
Oh, shit.
- The gun. The gun! - Oh
shit! Oh shit, yeah, the gun.
Fuck!
Run, Michelle!
Run, Michelle.
Get the
fuck away from me.
Get the fuck--
The cops are coming, asshole.
All I gotta do is
last until they get here.
They'll fill you full of holes.
Come on in, you sick fuck!
I'm ready for you.
Help!
Somebody help, anybody help!
Fuck you, you crazy asshole!
No, please no. Please no.
The Lord allows
no pity nor mercy or compassion
to keep you
from destroying hell.
He,
the Lord, has spoken.
That's for
my friends, cocksucker.
It is
not finished. I am not done.
His will is not done.
Forgive them.
God is good.
Who are you?
I'm Carl.
Well, it's nice
to meet you, Carl.
Likewise.
Of course...
Fuck this.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Like the way you think, Carl.
Let's go.
Why?
Why is it so difficult?
Mom.
You said you don't--
Mom! Mom!
Don't you feel bad?
They both had
what was coming to 'em.
Understand?
Kitchen.
I always hated your mother.
Didn't make no
bones about it, neither.
She was a first
class gold digger bitch,
looking to get her
hands on my family money.
She was unclean.
And your father
was just like his father.
Cursed with a soul as black
as night.
But not you.
Not you.
You're my good boy.
You and me,
We have an understanding.
Sometimes
you got to do the
Devil's work to earn God's love.
The law is
going to come
around asking questions.
I'm going to tell them that
someone came into the house and
did what was done.
I can lie just fine
when I need to, but you?
You're just going to
lay low here for a while.
Maybe a long while.
I'll say you were taken.
It's my house anyway.
So you're just going to stay
here and no one will be
the wiser.
I'm going to be your momma now.
And I'm going to raise you
to do what needs doing.
Now.
You repeat after me.
God is good.
God is good.
God is good.
God is good.
God is good.
God is the Alpha and the Omega.
God is the Alpha and the Omega.
And he anointed me.
He anointed me...
To serve
as the instrument of his will.
To serve as an
instrument of his will.
A-fucking-men.
Here we are.
So this is the place.
This is the place, Jada.
Huh.
This is a nice neighborhood.
Looks like your
intel is good, Steve-o.
Intel? Okay,
Marine Corps Barbie.
Okay, so your party info
got us past the gate and now...
The party is real, Jada.
It's just down the street.
The name I gave that
security guard is also real.
It's just someone who's
not actually going to the party.
And we came early when
they change shifts on purpose.
Have you been paying
any attention this whole time?
See, I'm a little
drunk and a lot high.
So... no.
Yeah, preach it girl.
You basically just
grabbed us, like you always do,
said, "we're going on an
adventure!" and then rattled off
something about a
contest at some boujee house.
Yeah, I didn't get
the whole contest thing.
- What, I didn't either!
- Cut the blue wire...
Oh!
Hello?
Good morning.
- Oh sorry. We're here?
- Sleepy.
Yes.
We're here.
And Steve-o was just
about to explain the contest!
Fine.
I'll explain for you sassy
bitches
one more time.
- Language, bitch!
Okay, look.
There's a secret
contest on the dark web.
If you can prove that
you stay from dusk 'til dawn
in a house where a
grisly murder happened
and survive...
You move onto another challenge.
And eventually the winner,
or winners, get $25,000.
I don't know about y'all but for
25K I will do all kinds of
freaky shit.
Anything. Period.
- Yeah we know.
- Yeah.
And this place scores
100 on the freak-o meter.
Look, all we have to do is send
some photos and videos as
evidence.
Are we down to make
some easy money or what?
Wait. How did you
even find this place?
Because, Jen. I
am a goddamn genius.
Steve- o? Genius?
How'd you find it, for real?
Hm?
I found out
from someone who I know,
who is definitely not my father,
and who may or may not have
recently been appointed as the
main realtor
to oversee and
sell this swank estate.
Who just happened to have the
whole file of the entire history
of this property
for the last 50 years.
Which I accidentally saw
when I opened it and studied
every word for the last
three days.
And you stole
the key, motherfucker.
I borrowed the key, bitch.
While the
man who is not my father
was sleeping with
his new girlfriend.
Becky.
Who's a total
fucking cunt by the way.
What happened in the house?
Oh, you want deets?
I got deets.
This is the Clay House.
Not only were husband and
wife brutally murdered here,
but the old lady who
owned the place was some sort of
religious fanatic.
And she had a ton of guap.
Well, a couple of days ago,
she was going to grab her mail
in the driveway,
and she just drops dead.
She was the mom
of the dead husband.
Back in the day.
She said
some crazy fucker broke in
grabbed this
sledgehammer from the garage
and just bashed
the dad's head in.
And then he choked the missus.
Oh and
they had a kid.
Per the grandma, the whacko
took him
and they never found
the poor little shit again.
Damn.
That's actually
really fucked up.
Language.
Wait wait wait.
Hold on. Hold up, hold up.
So the grandma's dead.
This nice house is empty.
And all her
stuff is still inside?
Yes, to
everything you just said.
Who knows what this old
brat has stashed away in here?
So you didn't bring
us all the way out here
just to take some pictures
and maybe try for a shot at 25K?
The 25K is just
icing on the cake.
In the meantime, I've been
promising you guys an adventure.
And this is a
fucking adventure, guys.
No one's even going
to know we were here.
Tomorrow
they're going to come at 9am
and take
everything away from the house.
That means we have one night to
get in and take something for
ourselves
and secure the bag.
See, that sounds
like one hell of a
score for one night's work so...
I'm in with one line of
coke and a bag of tortilla chips
because I get hungry.
Finally some excitement.
I am just--
I'm so sick of being bored.
This is a terrible fucking idea.
Jada. You
can't go back to jail.
Who will mom
kill if we get caught?
You.
Yeah.
Me? Me?
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, I'm supposed to
be looking out for you.
Whoa, no one is going to jail.
We get in, do what we
need to do and get out.
Easy.
I got this, I got this.
Jen, this is going to be so hot.
Sexy danger, sexy money.
Sexy me.
Come on.
If anything happens, we'll just
take care of the boys like we
always do.
- True. - I
think you have that backwards.
Um.
Last time you and
Steve-o got in trouble
who was it that bailed you out?
I think it was,
I think it was us?
- It was us!
- It was us!
That's what I thought.
Yeah.
You got nothing.
Why are we bringing them again?
Okay. You
idiots do what you want.
I'm staying in the car.
That's good, because we
might need a getaway driver.
What do you mean "getaway"?
We came in through a gate.
You want me to crash it?
Who am I?
Dominic Toretti
from Fast and Furious.
Toretto.
Torett-o.
- Whatever.
- Ow!
It's all good, Jen.
Once we're done, we're just
going to roll out of here like
nothing happened.
'Til then, we just stay low.
Get inside and we'll be fine.
See. Another Steve-o
master plan at work, Jen.
See. That's what
I'm worried about.
How about you two bitches
stop wasting time and go
find us the way in already.
Yeah?
Let's just be quick, Steve-o.
Quick! Quick like
your last boyfriend.
Oh, oh, oh.
I will think of a good comeback
in about ten minutes,
and you will be sorry.
Sure.
Whatever.
All right, everybody,
take out their phones and take a
quick video.
So we have
evidence of when we arrived.
We're here, bitches.
- Gimme
gimme gimme gimme. - Oh!
Clay House.
What are we gonna do? Ahh!
Sexy bitch.
- Steve-o!
- Thank you.
Oh my God, Jada!
I fucking love you.
- Jada!
Oh, you motherfuckers ready?
Peace.
I'm
so ready for this.
Okay. Come on,
guys, what's our jam?
- Michelle.
- Oh shit!
- Come on, what's our tune?
- Oh God.
Okay, okay.
Let me take this first.
Chug that shit, bitch.
Yeaahh!
Heeey!
Cause we got this.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cause we bad.
Oh, yeah. Oh,
yeah. Cause we got this.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Cause we bad.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Cause we dangerous.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Cause we got this.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
Cause we sexy.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cause we hot.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cause we got this.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Cause we
got bad bad bad bad bad--
Do you understand why
you have been
spared these last few days?
You have been spared
because my blessed
grandmother fell ill.
The Lord
has since called her home
to her heavenly reward.
My stay in this
house draws short.
Out of respect for my
grandmother,
I've given you three days.
But the time has come.
Time to unburden your soul.
I'm not a druggie.
Whatever it is you think I am.
I was only in that part of town
looking for my little brother.
You bought drugs.
I witnessed this.
I had to buy them.
to look legit.
Come on, man.
See any tracks on my arms?
The Dark One
is a master of deception.
His acolytes speak
with the same forked tongue.
Sometimes you have to do
the Devil's work
to get God's will done.
No, I swear to God.
Please!
I've given you
every opportunity to repent
and yet you still
choose the path of inequity
and to use the
Lord's name in vain.
Addiction begins small.
So I will begin small.
And take my time.
One final
night for you and I.
It will be a long night
A red night.
A night of blood and bone.
You will be my finest trophy.
Look.
Come here.
What the fuck...
I don't like that.
Damn.
This place is weird.
Did you hear something?
Obviously, the
house isn't fucking empty.
Look.
The plan is still the plan.
We just needa...
Modify it, that's all.
It's no biggie.
Whoever's in
there, we just tie him up
and toss him in a
closet 'til we're done.
And tomorrow somebody
finds him and we're all good.
But we need to get in.
Okay?
- But- Come on.
Follow me.
Come on.
I hate you sometimes.
Hmm?
I'm trying not to puke tonight.
Here it is.
The Clay Murders.
Says here,
Tara Clay, the rich grandmother,
was the only survivor
after an
unknown assailant killed her
son and daughter-in-law
and abducted
her grandson, Lucas.
Following the events,
Grandma Clay remained private
and never spoke publicly
about the events of that night.
Damn. She
even spit at some reporter
who tried to interview
her outside of a grocery store.
Called him a minion
of the Dark One. Pfft.
She sounds like a crazy asshole.
She has been through a lot.
I bet the house is haunted.
Now the souls of
the dead wander the halls
looking for their
next victim--Raaah!
Stop!
You freak!
Jennifer. You
know you love it.
Get a room.
Okay, it's right here.
Okay, I've got
the key right here.
Hey, hey.
What's wrong?
Fuck, I think I lost the key.
You lost the key.
You're such an asshole!
First off, knock your shit off.
And secondly, let's just--
Let's just look around
and see if we can find it.
Oh, okay, cool cool cool cool.
Without flashlights?
Quit bitching, princess.
Come on.
We got this.
Do we got this?
Do we?
Look, let's just
retrace our steps.
I think this wouldn't have
happened if your pants weren't
so fucking tight.
Oh fuck you.
These pants were $60.
$60 and they can't
hold a pair of keys?
Oh fuck.
Come on, let's just-- let's just
go back and let's just
look for it.
Okay?
Come on.
You had one fucking job.
Chop chop, bitch.
Let's go.
Okay. I'm starting to
get worried. Where are they?
Oh, I'm sure they're fine.
Screw this.
I'm gonna call.
RAAAH!
You asshole!
Fucking dicks!
Oh, we got you good.
- I almost peed
myself. - Take me home!
I wanna go home.
Take me home.
That
was too damn funny.
So what happened?
Did the key work?
Oh, right.
Steve-o, why don't you tell 'em?
I...
I lost the key.
You're kidding.
Hey, we both looked.
Couldn't find it anywhere.
Oh, and there's more.
What do
you mean, there's more?
Someone's in the house.
What?
You said it was empty.
You said this would be easy.
I know, I know what I said.
Okay, well.
Now what, hm?
We aren't giving up.
We just...
We just need a new plan, guys.
Yeah, listen. Guys.
The guy in there isn't a threat.
All we got to do is tie him up.
Uh...
No.
You're talking about
breaking and entering.
Not to mention
assault and battery.
Jada can't go back to jail and I
have no desire to go there in
the first place.
Number one,
I can take care of myself.
Number two,
no one is going to jail.
And number three.
Shut up, Jen, because we can
still do this and not
get caught.
Haven't you idiots seen
Don't Breathe?
What if that person has a gun?
Oh, what if he Home Alone's us?
What's Home Alone?
You are fucking dead to me.
Okay, everybody
shut the fuck up!
Jeez. Okay.
We're gonna find a way into
the house,
and we're going to be nice
and quiet and
sneaky about it, okay?
Jada and I are going to get the
jump on whoever the fuck's
in there.
No guns, so nobody gets hurt.
Uh-uh.
No way.
Okay, fine.
We vote.
Who's in?
Adam?
We need it.
I need it.
Your dad's not going
to stop being pissed at me
until I find a
way to pay him back.
I got to get square with him.
I'm in.
Michelle?
Yeah.
Daddy cut me off after
finding my stash, so fuck him.
I'm desperate,
so yeah let's get it on!
Let's get it on!
Jada?
Yeah, fuck it I'm in.
You know this person will be
able to identify both of you
later, right?
Big fucking whoop.
I've got a hoodie Jada can use.
Other than that,
young male or female? 20s?
Average height.
I mean, Jen, come on.
It's not like
we have face tatts.
Are you
forgetting the gate guard?
There's video there.
They'll show the
video to whoever you tie up.
And they'll have
our license plate.
They'll put two
and two together.
Okay, first off,
plates are stolen.
What?
Borrowed.
Yeah, I forgot to mention that.
But the video...
That's a good point.
I've got a
bandana for Jada and...
Adam.
Give me your shirt.
You're gonna wear my shirt?
Kind of.
I feel like you people
are stupid and no
one is listening to me.
Ooh.
Jen, you need to relax, okay?
Dude is not
going to see us coming in
because we're going
to sneak up behind him.
These disguises
are just in case.
And then we'll
blindfold his bitch ass.
This is by far the most idiotic
thing you've dragged us into.
And that bar was
already set pretty fucking high.
I want absolutely
no part of this.
You should stay
in the car anyways.
Call us if
somebody's coming around.
Thank you.
Okay.
The four of us are going
to look for any windows open.
Or any other ways
into the house. Okay?
What if we find a way in?
That's a good question.
Maybe come get the
rest of us, Michelle?
Jesus Christ!
- God...
I got to tell
you people everything?
All right, come
on, bitches, let's go.
Look, Jada's a dumbass.
Always has been.
She-- she can't help herself.
Doesn't mean we have to keep
getting mixed up in this shit.
You worry too much.
Everything's
going to be fun, okay?
Trust me.
You'll see.
Fucking dicks.
So? What's the play?
Go, go, go, go, go!
Duck!
Go!
Go!
Fuck.
The fuck is he doing?
- Bro. Fucking Adam!
- I know...
Fuck.
Fuck this.
The fuck?
That was the perfect chance!
You fucked up!
- Okay, whoa.
- What?
- What?
- It's a lot.
- You don't trust white men--
- You could have done something!
Raahh!
Fuck! Jen!
- I'm back fuckers.
- Fuck you, Jen.
What is taking so long?
Babe, what are you doing? You're
supposed to be in the car.
I'm done waiting.
I'm really,
really glad you're here.
Because they just keep arguing.
We're arguing because your boy
over here had the perfect chance
to get in the house, and
he froze like a grade A pussy.
I'm telling you,
that guy is as big as a tree.
You know
what, I'm gonna fuckin--
What are we going to do?
Wait.
I got it, guys.
New plan.
Mm. No.
No no no.
You know, maybe we
should just listen to Jen.
Okay? Let's listen
to Jen and take off.
We only got one shot at this.
Okay?
So shut up.
So what's the plan?
Adam and Jada are going
to lift me up to the roof.
The roof?
It's going to work, look.
Haven't you seen those movies
where the guy sneaks up onto of
the roof
and then crawls through
some chick's window to fuck her?
Well, that's because nobody ever
thinks to lock the windows
upstairs.
Ohhh.
Or maybe it's because
those are just fucking movies.
No, no, no. Look.
Once I'm in, one of you guys go
out front and make enough noise
to distract him.
- Easy enough.
- Okay.
And then I'll sneak downstairs,
open the back door from
the inside.
Once we're all in, Jada
and I will take care of the guy.
And boom.
Pow.
Easy enough.
Okay.
Come on.
Cause you already fucked up.
Why don't
you try to fight him.
Let's go.
Okay, whatever.
Let's just go.
Come on, it's fine.
Let's go.
Come on.
Officer Stanley,
you there?
Yeah.
Are you speed walking again?
I told
you, I need the exercise.
I thought you
had, like, three black belts?
And an instructor certificate.
Oooh!
Shut up.
Hold on.
I might have something here.
Never mind.
Stand down.
It's just a damn cat.
Do some Bruce Lee
karate shit on it.
Karate is
Japanese, you twot waffle.
Bruce Lee was Chinese.
I guess you would know.
You damn skippy.
When I was eight years old,
I built my first wooden dummy
out of comic book
long boxes and poster tubes.
That doesn't sound
like much of a winning dummy.
Hey.
Now you tread lightly, friend.
Lest I turn my ring
from tiger to dragon.
Another Bruce Lee reference?
Nope. Jeff Speakman.
Perfect weapon.
Learn it, live
it- Yeah, whatever.
Hey, when you get a minute,
you swing by the Clay House?
Somebody thought they heard a
yell come from the backyard a
while ago.
The old Clay lady.
Wonder if her friend
of the family's returned.
Supposed to be empty.
Creepy fuck.
I told you my theory right?
That they were fucking?
You're a perv, you know that?
Opinions vary.
Jeff Speakman again?
Nope. Patrick Swayze.
Road House. Learn it, live it--
Yeah yeah, fuck off.
Over and out.
Asshole.
Okay,
okay, okay, okay, okay--
Wait.
Oh!
Oooh! Nice ass.
Thanks, bitch.
Come on, lift up.
Would it kill you
to do an extra set of pull-ups?
Would it
kill you to fuck off?
Ugh, God.
Almost there.
Shhhh.
He's gonna hear you.
Fuck him.
Who leaves a nail
sticking straight up like that?
Have you seen A Quiet Place?
Shut up, Jen.
I really don't
need your shit right now.
I agree. This
calls for payback.
Let's just get out
of here, you morons.
Yeah, this was fun.
And the money and all.
But it's too much.
Steve-o's bleeding out!
- Not fucking yet.
- Okay.
Look, we screw up one more time
and I'm going apeshit on
this house.
Yeah, that'll fix things.
- Shut up, Jen!
- You shut up, Jada.
Let me think.
Okay.
New plan. Real
straightforward one this time.
Perfect, Great, yeah.
Awesome.
We knock on the front door.
Now you're talking buddy.
I'm sorry, what?
Did that fall
scramble your brains?
No, you're not listening.
This guy hasn't
acknowledged us all night.
He's been playing loud music.
He probably didn't hear shit.
I'm going to go to the front,
knock on the door and hide.
I'll be close
enough to rush the door.
Okay?
Jada, you do the
same with me, okay?
Adam.
Michelle.
Jen. Just--
Stick close by like
you guys always do, okay?
Once this fuck opens the door,
Me and Jada are
gonna bum-rush him. - Okay.
You guys take that
chance, run in, and hide.
Then we'll tie him up
and blindfold him, okay?
- Okay, yeah.
- Yeah.
We should have done
this in the first place.
This makes total sense.
Like you said,
you're drunk, high and stupid.
Shut up!
- Hey.
- You know what?
- Shut up!
I'm gonna need
another shirt, okay?
Another shirt?
Yeah.
In your fucking dreams.
Fine.
All your dreams just came true.
Look you guys.
We can still run away from this.
We can hit the drive-thru,
order Barberitos. Yum!
Yum!
And then we can go back to
my place and watch Labyrinth.
Not gonna lie.
Sounds good.
Fuck that.
No fucking way okay?
This motherfucker
just messed with the bull.
And he's going to get
the motherfucking horns.
Okay?
Okay?
Come on, let's roll.
Okay?
- Let's go. Help me up.
Let's go.
- Oh my God...
Come on, Jen.
Fuck, now I want a burrito!
I know. We'll
get some later.
Game.
Fuck.
Fuck.
You're tall.
Hi, sir.
S-sorry to disturb you.
While you're playing dress up.
But I--
I injured my hand.
I could really use some gauze.
Or-or antibiotic ointment.
Or a phone, maybe. Do
you have a phone I can use?
I
will act with rightful
hostility against you.
And I myself will
punish you for your sins.
Do not neglect to show
hospitality to strangers.
For thereby some have
entertained angels unaware.
Are you an angel?
I'm sorry?
Shit.
He knows.
Shit, shit!
- Oh my God, oh my God.
Jada!
Tonight you learn.
Fuck! Wait.
Open the fucking door!
Steve-o, I'm coming for you.
You creepy fucking,
I'm gonna kill you! Fuck, fuck.
Shit!
Adam! Get over here
and help me right now.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Adam!
Stop.
Stop stop stop stop.
You're making too much noise.
If the neighbors call
the cops we are so screwed.
This is not fun anymore.
Fuck that. We got to
get Steve-o back. Yes!
Yes! Yeah we will. We just--
we have to be smart about it.
Oh, fuck.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
Okay, okay, okay.
Let's go to the
back and regroup okay?
Okay, go.
- Okay.
Jada!
In here.
Guys help!
Look, man.
Things don't need to get ugly.
We can still go our separate
ways and nobody has to get hurt.
I'll do fucking anything!
I fucking told you! All of you.
This entire night I've
been telling you this is fucked
and nobody listened to me.
Now look!
We don't have time for
your shit right now, Jenny.
It's not helping.
You know what Jada?
Shut the fuck up!
What? - Whoa
relax. Relax, relax! Okay.
We're all freaked out.
Our friend is in trouble,
I get it, but we need to figure
out what to do.
We save Steve-o.
We can't let that disgusting,
nasty freak hurt him.
But the question is how?
How? How do we save him?
Well the front door wasn't
budging either, so we just need
to find another way in.
Clearly the house was
designed to keep people out
Or to keep people in.
Shit, what if he calls the cops?
He could have just slammed
the door and called the cops.
All right, th-that
guy didn't look right.
We picked the
wrong house to fuck with!
Okay.
Well, there's still four of us.
And one of him! So--
Well we can't
help if we can't get in!
Let's just some windows.
No no no no no no,
because we can only go in one at
a time and then you can just
pick us off.
Okay. I'd feel a lot
better if I had a weapon.
Yeah.
Yes.
Ugh, this is usually Steve-o's
thing but fuck it,
because we need a plan, okay?
Look, Michelle,
you and I are going to
go and try to get a look
at what's
happening on the inside, okay?
Adam.
Jen. You two try to
get into the garage and
find things that we
can use as weapons, okay?
And if we have to smash multiple
windows and overwhelm him.
Okay?
Okay,? It's literally
the only plan that we got.
Okay, fine.
- Okay?
- Okay, let's go.
Go.
- Michelle, come on!
- Okay.
Come on, man.
Just let me go.
I don't care
what you do in here.
We're not gonna hurt you if
that's what you're
worried about.
We won't say anything.
Shit.
Oh, shit.
I just wanna go home.
I'm sorry, okay?
We shouldn't be here.
We'll leave.
We won't bother you anymore.
Oh, shit.
I just wanna go home.
I'm sorry, okay?
We shouldn't be here.
We won't bother you anymore.
But, man,
I'm telling you,
if you don't let me go,
my friends are gonna find a
way and they will fuck you up.
I can smell
alcohol on your breath.
So fucking what?
Yeah I've been
drinking, so what?
Who gives a shit?
Smell conjures memories.
It's the same smell of my
father's breath when he would
lay hands on my mother.
I've got
nothing to do with that.
I promise, okay?
This bottles was his.
This is the spirit
he chose to fill himself with.
Same spirit you
choose to sully yourself with.
You want
me to stop drinking?
Okay. Yeah.
No problem.
Cold turkey from here on out.
I'll never take
another fucking swig again.
Please, just let me go.
I'll do fucking anything.
I don't see anything.
Let's check for the around.
Where the hell are they?
We still have to check
the other side of the house.
- Oh.
- Come on.
Oh fuck.
I don't think
this is regular glass...
It's double-paned, at least.
It's not a house.
It's a fortress.
God.
- Creepy.
Fuck.
Come on, let's go this way.
Check the window.
Do you see anything?
I can't see shit.
It's definitely locked.
Let me see.
- I got an idea.
- What?
I saw this on YouTube.
It wouldn't work
on those other locks.
But this one.
Like, please.
Acts of sinful
nature are obvious.
Drunkenness, orgies,
perversion and the like.
I warn you as I did before,
those who live like this
cannot...
will not inherit
the kingdom of God.
Oh fuck!
Help!
Shit!
He's tied up.
What the fuck is this guy doing?
Where is he?
Fuck you!
We're coming for you!
You're a dead man.
I got it.
Damn.
I'm impressed.
Let's look inside.
Here come Jada and Michelle.
Whao.
What happened?
We saw him.
What?
Steve-O is tied
to a chair, okay?
That freak came to the window.
We got to get
in there, like, now.
Shit.
Okay, okay.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
What the fuck are we
supposed to do? - I'm scared.
- It was bad.
- It was bad?
It was bad.
Got it.
Let's go.
Find something
you can beat his ass with.
Wonder what these are used for.
Just a bunch of
old newspaper clippings.
That's not important.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
Th-these clippings--
They're not about the Clay
murders,
they're about the Mauler.
That's some
urban legend bullshit.
Wait, the
sledgehammer guy, right?
I never knew
much other than rumors.
This says an eyewitness
saw some big guy with a hammer
kill a junkie in the
woods, like, five years ago.
He tried to attack him.
The witness got away but--
Yes. Remember? They
found all those bodies.
It was like-- it was like
a dumping ground where every--
Schools were crushed and their
bones were broken and
everything.
Yeah, that's what
the story comes from.
The Mauler.
Oh my God.
Well, it's like a diary.
It's a diary.
What the fuck?
Okay.
Oh, Jesus.
What?
It talks about
some guy named Lucas. says
It says...
I wish he would take
ownership of the house,
but the laws of man pay
no heed to the laws of God?
I remember when the house stood
alone before the neighbors and
the gates
and the fences.
I try and keep it looking
modern so no one suspects.
What?
Wait this--
This is the from
earlier, a few years ago.
We venture out sometimes in the
dark and lonely hours of
the night.
Service to our Lord.
We're turning with our bounty?
Wait, Lucas...
Almost 20 years ago.
I told the neighbors he
was a friend of the family.
We made a covenant,
Lucas, God and I.
- No, no no.
- A covenant?
Lucas was the name of
the grandson. The one who--
Kidnapped.
No no no no.
The kid was never taken.
No but what if they-they--
Threw him in the
trunk and drove him here--
Wait, wait.
Are you motherfuckers
telling me that, that...?
He's the Mauler.
You want to drink?
Drink.
Fuck you.
Rid yourselves with
such things as these.
Anger, rage, malice,
Perversion.
Slander.
Filthy language from your lips.
My...
My teeth.
I can't be here.
We have too much to lose.
Fuck that, okay?
Steve-o's in there and we gotta get him out.
- Yeah.
- Now!
Whoa, whoa. What do you
mean you have too much to lose?
Clearly it's not the time, okay?
Let's just get out of here.
What is it about then, huh?
You're one of the
strongest people I know.
Okay. What is
up? What is going on?
You don-- You
don't understand, okay?
Hey! Chill out, okay?
We have all been
through a lot of shit tonight,
and she has the right
to be freaking out right now.
You don't understand.
Okay.
Let's just relax.
All right.
We've been through
a lot right now but...
Our friend Steve-o's inside and
we have to help him.
I can't do this.
I can't do this.
Okay, I can't-- I can't.
I have to protect my family.
What?
O-okay, okay,
now you've lost me.
So what?
What are you talking about?
Look, look, look.
I'm fine, okay?
But we need to go in there and
help our friend and get him out.
Remember
the times we talked about
getting married and
having a family and going
to live in any place but here?
Babe, I understand.
But this is a
life or death situation--
I'm trying to fucking
tell you something okay?
Okay. Okay.
What?
You can tell me anything.
I'm-- I--
I'm--
I'm late.
Oh, shit.
Late for what?
- Shit.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know
when or how to tell you.
Oh, and this is the time?
Adam, I'm pregnant, okay?
We have to get out of here.
Well,
maybe sometimes when you're
late, it could be a
hormonal thing.
Yeah, this isn't that.
You sure?
Yes, I'm fucking sure.
I told you if you
drank the entire bottle
I would untie you.
My word and my honor are one.
Shit.
I guess I'm going to be a dad.
Please don't be mad.
No! No,
no, babe.
I love you.
You should leave.
Fuck everything else.
I'm going to go back
inside and find Steve-o.
No...
And find whatever
money is hidden in the house.
We need it.
I can use it to
pay back your dad. I--
We could use it to get away.
We could get married.
Really?
You really want to marry me?
Yeah.
Absolutely, I love you.
Don't, don't--
Don't stay here, okay?
Leave with me.
Please.
Guys, this is all um--
a little bit too much.
And I'm happy for you guys.
Really.
But it doesn't change the fact
that some killer is in there
and you took my friend, and he's
doing God knows what to him.
Okay?
And I need Adam's
help to get him out.
Don't.
Stay here with me, please.
I'll--I'll--
Just leave with us.
Leave with us, please!
I'll go with her, okay?
She needs to be somewhere safe.
I'll go with her.
- I'll go with you, come on.
- - That's a good idea.
Go with Michelle.
Stay with me, please.
Stop, I'm doing this for us.
All three of us.
I love you.
I love you.
I need to do this fast.
In and out.
Fuck yeah. In
and out. That's it.
Find something.
I'm okay, I'm okay.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
Do you think it'll work?
I think so.
Steve-o.
It's Steve-o's shoe.
What do we do?
What do we do?
No no no no no no no no!
No! Don't
you fucking do it!
No no no!
Please.
No, no!
Please, No,
please, I'm begging you!
Stop stop stop stop!
No!
No...
No, please!
Stop! No!
No. Fuck. Nonono.
- No!
- You're fucking dead.
No no no no no! Please!
Oh, fuck!
He's fucking dead.
He's dead, he's dead.
He's fucking dead!
- I'm gonna kill him.
- I'm with you.
Be careful that
door-- that door, what if--
I don't care.
Me too, I'm done with this game.
Oh God...
Is she...?
No.
She's gone.
No...
She's gone.
She's gone.
Oh sis, I'm so sorry...
I'm--
I should've-- I--
I should have done more.
You've always been
there to protect me but
I couldn't save you
when it mattered most.
I'm so sorry...
Goddammit!
What do we do?
What do we do?
I don't know, Michelle,
I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know!
- Okay!
- I don't know...
Wait, stop... Adam.
Adam.
Either he dies or I do.
But one of us is not
leaving this house alive.
I swear to God.
You hear me?
I swear to fucking God, okay.
Why did you do this?
I'm gonna fucking kill
you, you fucking monster!
You piece of shit!
Fuck!
I'm sorry...
I'm so sorry...
Okay.
Okay.
We're going to go room to room.
When he shows his face,
we're going to
tackle him together.
Three of us.
One of him.
It's time to chop this
motherfucker's head off.
I'm gonna open
up the door slowly.
Get ready.
Noted.
Just make sure it's clear.
I don't see anyone.
Just keep looking.
Just check everywhere.
What the fuck?
Trophies.
Ew.
Ew.
Let's just keep looking.
That's a fucking hammer.
You okay?
I'm not fucking
touching that thing.
I'll take hammer.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, I'm just woozy.
Come on.
Come on, let's go!
Watch.
Jesus.
Do we even want to
know what's in there?
Go back.
You go back.
Jada!
He's playing with us.
Let's just leave.
I don't care anymore.
What if he won't let us leave?
One of us is
getting out of here.
Jada, I'm so sorry.
I am so, so sorry.
Hey, Wes.
I got a vehicle
out in front of the Clay House.
I'mma check it out.
Whoever it is,
they don't belong there.
I got a
beat up four door car here.
White.
I got a couple purses in here.
Some cell phones.
Yeah.
I remember them coming through.
We got another call about
yells coming from the house.
I'm still stealthy.
Like a ninja.
Yeah, yeah.
Steve Harrington
from Stranger Days.
Everybody knows it.
Look, I'm calling it in.
You stay outside.
Remember,
observe and report.
Ringing the PD and
then I'm gonna get you, copy?
I'm sorry, Wes.
You're breaking up.
Stanley, we talked about this.
You dumb son of a bitch.
So, what's the plan?
Hide in there.
I'll be bait. Okay?
When he comes in, you give
it everything you got. Copy?
Okay, yeah.
Oh God.
You killed all my friends and
you're gonna kill me now right?
You're
gonna kill me now...
Hero time.
Just kill me.
Oh, shit.
Come on.
Hold it right fucking there.
Drop the axe.
Thank God, we need help!
This fucker killed our friends!
He's still in the house I--
Down on your knees.
Hands above your head.
Cops are on the way.
No, please. You
don't understand.
You come out here,
covered in blood,
carrying a fucking axe.
And you don't think
I'll pop a few hot ones in you?
Hey, there's a
psycho killer in there.
He's killing all of our
friends, we're innocent okay--
Shut your mouth.
Now, you two are in a
lot of fucking trouble.
And I suggest that
you cooperate with the law.
Now, if you cooperate, then
we'll take things easy on you.
Not that you deserve that.
No, you don't understand.
The killer's still inside--
No no no no no
no no no no no no.
No.
Looks to me like you
broke in,
tried to take what you wanted,
and then...
maybe a fight broke out
and you killed your friend.
You're not listening.
Shut the fuck up and sit down.
You think that you
are so fucking smart.
No.
Today you've
officially met your match.
You see.
I'm one of the good guys.
And good guys always--
Fuck!
It's you.
I always knew there
was something off about you.
You creepy fuck.
I don't care
what went on in there.
Nobody steps to Officer Stanley.
So you want to do the man dance?
You're the one who's going
to be staring at the sky, Lurch.
No! Oh!
Oh oh.
Should I go for the gun?
Yeah, yeah.
Looks like the
security guy's winning.
Now it's time
for the coup de grace.
You thought me the lamb.
But as you'll see...
Oh, shit.
I am the Lord.
The gun.
Oh, shit.
- The gun. The gun! - Oh
shit! Oh shit, yeah, the gun.
Fuck!
Run, Michelle!
Run, Michelle.
Get the
fuck away from me.
Get the fuck--
The cops are coming, asshole.
All I gotta do is
last until they get here.
They'll fill you full of holes.
Come on in, you sick fuck!
I'm ready for you.
Help!
Somebody help, anybody help!
Fuck you, you crazy asshole!
No, please no. Please no.
The Lord allows
no pity nor mercy or compassion
to keep you
from destroying hell.
He,
the Lord, has spoken.
That's for
my friends, cocksucker.
It is
not finished. I am not done.
His will is not done.
Forgive them.
God is good.
Who are you?
I'm Carl.
Well, it's nice
to meet you, Carl.
Likewise.
Of course...
Fuck this.
Let's get the hell out of here.
Like the way you think, Carl.
Let's go.