Pretty Boy (2021) Movie Script
1
- Some of my
favorite childhood memories
are tied to the cinema.
I dreamed of seeing myself
on the big screen.
And now
I can't see myself.
How'd that even work?
A blind girl and a
mute guy?
- If you ever need someone
please reach out.
I am a good listener.
- You're Megan
Summers.
- That was a fun role.
- I've seen "Fog Storm"
at least 20 times.
- I got to live out my
dreams, and most people
never get that opportunity.
And, threw it all away
for something so stupid.
Yes, I think someone broke
into my house.
I've dealt with stalkers
before.
I know it all too well.
- I thought
you looked familiar.
- Typical,
right?
Another crazy Hollywood
actress.
I used to go down
to the basement, but
I don't have that ability
to go down there anymore.
I was wondering if you
wanted to come over?
I think I love you.
I want you to see me.
All of me.
Please don't hurt me.
- Bobsled. You're cleaning
gutters.
- "Knocking On Heaven's Door."
- Air traffic controller.
- Ah, can't hear me now?
- Wiener dogs.
- It's, it's Moon Boots.
- Ah, "I've fallen
and I can't get up."
- Crash test dummy.
- Ah...
- Kung pao chicken.
- Are these like binoculars?
- Shh.
- You're looking for
birds, you're checking out
hot chicks, you're ah,
- God.
- You're fanning
yourself. You're hot.
- You're a monkey.
- You're a flying squirrel?
- Ah, YMCA!
- Frogger, is it...
- Zumba?
- Zumba, Zumba.
- Um, "Rolling
Thunder," yes!
- You're listening to
"Dancing with the Oldies."
- "A Tale of Two Cities!"
- Hello, gorgeous.
- Can I help?
- Can you grab me a lime?
- Sure.
- Over on the counter.
Thank you. Are you
having a good time?
- It's been fun.
I've never been to
a no couples allowed
Valentine's party before.
- What'd you expect?
- Well...
- Wait, let me guess.
A kinky, sex orgy in
the Hollywood Hills?
- If I thought
that, I wouldn't have came.
- Mm, honey, at a sex
orgy, everyone comes.
- Mm, that may be
true for the men,
but the women, not so much.
- Mm, I wouldn't know.
- So, what's with
the 80's theme?
- It's the epitome of cheese.
And sometimes I like to smile.
- Oh.
My lady.
- Thanks.
- Enough. Enough.
We give, we give up.
Jeez.
- What was it?
- Disc jockey.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- I thought it was obvious.
- You know, that
was my next guess.
- Can I ask
you guys a question?
- Oh, boy.
- Here we go.
- No, no, man. This is serious.
- Yeah, no, that's what
I was worried about.
- Go ahead. Ask away.
- Why the fuck are
we playing charades?
Nobody plays charades. Okay?
It's something you see
people do in TV or in movies.
No one actually plays
this in real life.
It's a completely
fictional game.
- People play charades.
- No, they don't.
I, I wouldn't be surprised
if we're the only people
in the entire
history of the world
to be actually playing
this game right now.
- Well, what do you wanna do?
- You know, you're way better
at that game than I am.
- No one guessed it, though.
- Well, I mean, they're idiots.
Just blame it on them.
- Listen, since we
have some new guests,
I think we should give
a little history lesson
about this house
and all her deep, dark secrets.
- Ooh.
- Spooky.
- I get it.
- Look, I know you all
came here for a good time,
but there's something
you should know,
something about this house.
- Ooh, scary.
- Laugh if you want,
but what people have seen
here is no laughing matter.
- What have people seen?
- If I were to begin
to describe it,
it would only give
you an inkling
of the true level of terror.
So I'll keep it as simple as
possible. They see a monster.
- Mm.
- Boo. A monster?
- Everyone who has owned
this home has seen it
peering through the windows.
A horror so revolting,
they say one look
can give you nightmares
for the rest of your life.
It stalks around
the house at night
looking for what it craves most.
- What does it crave?
- Fresh blood.
It knows when someone
new is around.
It's drawn to it
like a moth to flame.
- Have you seen it?
- No, but I've heard it.
- What does it sound like?
- It giggles.
- Eh, it giggles?
- Yes, it giggles.
Although, it's not human-like.
It kind of sounds like...
- Did, did you hear that?
- Mm-hmm.
It knows you're here.
- I think I see something.
- What do you see?
- I see...
something behind you.
- Aw.
- Oh, God.
- Hmm.
- You got me.
- Mm-hmm.
- Is any of that real?
- There is always a bit
of truth to all legends.
- So, so?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, well, I think
it's time for bed.
- Did I scare you
that much, Brad?
- Nope.
- What is this creepy thing?
- Oh, I found it outside.
I decided to give her a home.
- Oh.
- I still need to
clean her up though.
- Yeah.
- Thank you for
coming over tonight.
You know I love your music and
I'm dying to work with you.
- I can't believe you live here.
- My dad's a real estate agent.
He got me a great deal.
- Hmm.
- Sign with me
and I'll make sure
he does the same thing for you.
- I could never
afford this.
- Serious?
With your talent and
my management,
the sky is the limit.
Plus with me, you never
have to worry about
any of that producer
MeToo stuff.
- Oh, that's big
of you. Thank you.
Mm.
- Wow.
- I know.
- Did he finish already?
- Oh, god, no.
No, we're just getting started.
- Mm. Then what are
you doing out here?
- Oh, I believe in
prolonging things.
A few minutes
in there alone handcuffed,
he'll be dying for me.
Plus, I need a vape.
And somebody won't let
me do it in the house
because he's anal.
- Hmm.
Well, you're totally
right about that,
but that's besides the point.
Wait, so Brad is
handcuffed in there?
- Mm-hmm. No, he's
not going anywhere.
- Mm.
- Anyone else here?
- Mike and Jill are
out back cleaning.
- Ew, typical.
- Mm-hmm.
Someone's gotta save the world.
And Gary, and...
What, what was your
friend's name again?
- Leigh.
- Right.
Yes, they are upstairs.
- Ah!
Good for him.
- Mm-hmm.
- He's been needing to get laid.
- Same with Leigh.
- Well, mission
accomplished, guys.
Uh, okay.
- Don't go out front.
- Why?
- Oh, this little thing?
- Okay, fine. I'll
go in the garage.
- Thank you.
- I don't care what
you have to say.
Gus, we are done.
Uh, you cheated on me.
I would never do that to you.
Ever.
Bullshit. Okay?
- Your friends are weird.
They're weird.
- It's cute right?
- You think you can call me
wasted
at 3:00 AM on Valentine's Day,
and you are just
gonna woo me back?
Well you are sorely mistaken!
Hawaii?
Hmm. I'm listening.
Brad's upstairs.
If he was down
here, he'd be eating
and drinking
everything that's left.
He's Preston's friend.
Well, you don't actually think
that you're friends with him?
Ah, well, I hang out
with my budtender,
but it doesn't mean
we're exactly friends.
Hey, you don't have to
be friends with him.
Hell, no.
There you go. Mm!
Yeah, mm! Yeah,
too good for her!
Mm, yeah!
Oh, oh, oh.
- That was amazing.
- I concur.
- You concur?
- I'm sorry.
I'm, I'm not used to doing this.
- Me neither.
- Actually, I've never had
a one-night stand before.
- Who said this was a one-night
stand?
- Ooh, babe, come on. Good.
Come here. I'm horny as fuck.
Ooh. You're a kinky
little bitch, huh?
Yeah. Why don't you...
Ooh!
Oh yeah. Mm-hmm,
daddy like that.
I'm so gonna pound you with
my massive slab of manhood.
Man. Ooh.
- Boo.
- What?
Wait a minute.
Who's, who's there?
- Please, daddy.
Don't pound me...
- Goddammit, Preston.
- Get the fuck outta here
- with your magic slab.
- Your manhood.
- You're spoiling the mood.
Preston.
Fuck off, asshole!
Huh.
Uh!
- No, I'll see you
tomorrow.
No, I'll see you.
Aw, I love you too.
Oh. Okay.
No, you hang up first.
No, you.
Okay.
Ah.
- This is bigger than
my whole apartment.
- I am a size queen.
- Hmm.
- Mm.
- Ah, who's this?
- That is Chloe, my pug.
- Where is she?
- She's residing
at my mother's tonight.
- Oh, I see, the party
be too much for her?
- Are you kidding me?
She'd love it, but
therein lies the problem.
She'd be the center
of attention.
And this is my party.
Not gonna be upstaged
by some bitch.
- Oh.
- I like her though, hmm.
- I wanna meet her.
- Mm, maybe.
Yeah, yeah, I know,
I know. You told me.
It's, it's not that
I'm not strong enough.
It's just, you
know, macho as fuck.
It's the bag.
It's, it's, it's inferior.
What?
Oh.
Oh, nice try, Preston.
Why don't you try that
on your new friends?
What? I'm supposed to act
scared and shriek and run away?
Ooh. We're scared.
What are we gonna do?
Um, look, man, I'm sorry.
Um, the party's over.
You missed it. So, um, bye.
No!
- Uh!
- So tell me,
why are you a songwriter?
- Mm.
For as long as I can remember,
I have always liked to sing.
- Oh, boring.
Come on.
If we're gonna work together,
you need to open up to me.
So what was it, angel or demon?
- What do you mean?
- What made you go?
Triumph or tragedy?
- Hmm.
Both.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, fuck me. Yeah.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Take my massive slab of man.
Oh, oh yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. I'm the pussy
destroyer, baby.
Yeah. Ooh.
Oh, yeah.
Wait, man, what's,
what, wait, hey.
What, what are you
doing? What's wrong?
- I, I shouldn't be doing this.
- What, what? Why the fuck not?
- Oh, I have a boyfriend.
- What?
I thought you guys broke up.
- We did, but then
we got back together.
No, no, no.
When, when, when the
fuck did that happen?
- While I was vaping.
- You've gotta be shitting me.
- I can't cheat on him.
- My cock is currently
inside of you.
- What?
Uh, yeah.
You already cheated,
you might as well,
might as well finish
where you started, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah. That makes a lot of sense.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- All right. We're good.
Okay.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
- Oh. Oh my God.
Dylan, stop it.
- Please!
Ah!
Jesus.
- Shut up.
- Okay. Oh, yeah.
I feel, I feel that.
Yeah, I feel that.
- Mm-hmm.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
- I like it.
I like it, I like it.
- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.
- My sister Taylor,
she would get these
awful headaches.
The pain would bring her tears.
Sometimes she'd hyperventilate
until she passed out.
Mm.
I used to rest her
head in my lap,
stroke her hair and sing to her.
She said it helped.
I wondered if she
was just pretending
to make me feel better.
I thought she was.
Always caring
about someone else.
That's pretty
heavy for a 6-year-old.
- She was six?
- I was six.
She was four.
She was my whole world.
S-Sisters ready to
take on the world.
She died a day before
her fifth birthday.
She fought hard but
it spread too quickly.
And there
was nothing anyone could do.
- I am so sorry.
- I felt like I lost
a part of me that day.
And I
hate myself for it.
I'm still here.
I get to experience life,
- Mm-hmm.
- more or less on my
own terms.
I wonder what she
would think of me.
Would we still be close?
Would she be proud of me?
Uh, just, I couldn't be
as strong as she was.
She
never let it get her down.
She smiled.
She fought.
Mm. Then she was gone.
And I was left alone.
- You are not alone.
- So,
to answer your question,
I sing for her.
I'll
always sing for her.
- Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Yeah, yeah! Oh yeah!
Yeah. Yeah.
John, Johnathan! Oh my God!
Don't Stop, Chris!
Chris, at last.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh, yes!
Oh, yeah. Oh, it's so good.
It's so, oh my God,
I'm gonna come.
I'm gonna come!
- Did you just squirt?
- So,
you heard my story,
what's yours?
- Mm-hmm.
Follow that? Hmm.
No, I'm just your classic
Hollywood trust fund kid,
living off his family's wealth.
- I don't believe
that for a second.
- Oh, seriously.
When my papaw died, he gave
me like a shitload of money,
- Which you used to
form a record label.
- Mm, which has
had 16 top 10 hits.
- Money only goes so far.
Talent takes it the
rest of the way.
- Thank you for saying that.
But I am supposed
to be wooing you.
- Oh, well
then, keep trying.
- Mm-hmm. Sass.
I like it.
- Hello?
Who's there?
- I have to admit, I thought
you were going to be different.
- Really?
- You're not douchey at all.
- Ha-ha.
I'm gay, we aren't douchey.
- Oh.
- We're fierce.
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, I see it.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yes, it's hard to miss.
- I think
I'm going to be sick.
- Oh, dear.
- Oh, here we go.
- Oh, there, there's
a bathroom up here,
if she just wants to use that.
- Mm.
- Ah, she'll probably
sleep by the toilet for a bit.
- Ah, in that case,
bring her downstairs,
that bathroom's bigger.
Uh, I've spent many a
night around that toilet
crying over lost love.
Yeah. I hope you feel better.
- Mm. I think I'm in love.
- Oh, yeah.
- Okay, okay.
Do you wanna...
- Ooh, if she pukes,
- Oh, okay, okay.
- I'll puke.
- It's okay, okay.
- Yeah.
- My arms hurt.
Can I sit up?
Who are you?
Where am I?
Say something.
- Hi.
- Luke?
- No.
- Where's Luke?
What did you do to Luke?
- Dead.
- Good girl.
- Ah.
- Get it all out.
- Ah.
Oh, God.
- Sorry.
We've all been here.
You okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You're a good guy, right?
- I'd like to think so.
- Leigh has a big
heart. Don't break it.
- Okay.
I sent your friend...
- It's a good way to get
your car stolen, buddy.
- You don't have to
handcuff me to the bed.
I can't get away. You have to
know that.
Why are you doing this?
Is it because of who I was?
Because that person is gone.
You listened to me
pour my heart out.
I haven't opened myself up
that way in a very long time.
I felt hope and I felt love.
But that wasn't for you.
I'm in love with Luke.
I'm sure of it now.
We could have
had a future together,
but you
took that from me.
I don't know who you are
and I don't care.
I hate you.
I hate you for what you've done.
You will never be the man
that Luke was, never!
- Help!
Somebody, help!
Help me!
Anybody, please!
Help me! Ah!
- Hmm?
- Did you hear that?
- Hear what?
Hmm.
- I heard sirens and then I
thought I heard someone scream.
-Welcome to Hollywood.
- Something weird is...
- Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Mm.
Fucking Brad.
Why the hell did you?
Holy shit. You're Megan Summers.
What the hell are you
doing in my house?
- You have to help me!
- Where are Brad and Chelsea?
- I don't know. You have to
help me before he comes back!
- Before who comes back?
I don't understand.
- I was at my house on-
- Yeah, in the hills.
My, my dad sold it to you, so.
- There was someone in my house.
And then I woke up here.
- Where, where's the key?
- I don't know.
- Um...
- Hurry.
- Oh, huh.
Ah, let's go.
Oh, damn.
- Hurry.
- Shit.
- Oh, he's coming!
Hide.
- Ah.
- Hide.
- Uh-huh.
- Ah, I'm sorry about
what I said earlier.
I didn't mean it.
I'm just confused.
I know you don't wanna hurt me.
Thank you for trying
to make me look pretty.
Hey, hey.
Why don't we head
back to my place?
We can get much more
comfortable there.
- Think he's gone.
- Hurry.
Uh. You
have to help me.
- Follow me...
Okay.
We have to hurry.
Come on, let's go.
- Oh!
- You messed with
the wrong bitch.
Run, queen! The door's
in front of you!
- Oh!
- Whoa, whoa, slow down.
- Please. You have to help me.
There's someone after me.
- Whoa, whoa, calm down.
Who's after you?
- I don't know.
He...
- Well, what does
this person look like?
- Ah, I don't know.
- What do you mean, you
don't know, young lady?
- I'm blind. Please.
You have to let me in.
He's killed people.
- Oh, my, my.
- Please.
- Yes, of course.
Come with me.
It's gonna be okay.
Steps.
You're good. Very good.
Come on inside.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's the ruckus?
Shh. What's the matter dear?
- You have to call the police.
You need to get help.
- Relax. You're safe here.
- No,
you don't understand.
- And I can't understand
until you calm down.
Take a deep breath.
Breathe.
Good. Now, dear, please
tell me who you are?
My name is Faye.
I live right-
- Hello, Faye.
My name is Edna and you've
met my husband Edward.
- You
have to call the police.
He kidnapped me.
- Who did?
- I don't know.
- Can you tell us anything?
What did he sound like?
- He
didn't talk.
- Can you tell us
anything about him? Think.
It'll help when I
tell the police.
- Um, um,
his breathing sounded muffled.
Like, mm, maybe he
was wearing a mask.
I, I don't know.
- Well that does
sound scary, Faye.
Wait, where are you going?
- I'm just going to call for
help, ah, but don't worry.
My husband will take care
of you, won't you, honey?
- Yes, dear.
- Hmm.
- Don't worry, young lady.
You're safe here. I promise.
Shh. It's okay.
Oh, it's fine.
It's just our son.
Our boy has come home.
Ah!
Oh.
Mm, hi, I'm Faye.
- Introductions not
necessary. I am a huge fan.
- Oh.
- Mitchell.
So, Roger tells me that
you are in the market
for a home in the
Hollywood Hills.
- Yes, I am.
- Well, you came
to the right place.
One second.
Okay.
You have my undivided attention.
How about you paint me a visual
picture of your dream home?
- The view is very
important to me.
- Mm-hmm.
- I tend to be away from home
quite a bit, so when I do have
time,
I like to relax and
enjoy the beauty of L.A.
- Mm.
- So many people forget
how beautiful this city is.
- It's true.
- It's magical.
Anything can happen.
Dreams can come true.
Oh, I'm sorry.
When I get nervous, I
tend to go on and on.
- Faye, please.
What you said was beautiful.
- Mm.
- Hmm? No need to apologize
and no need to be nervous.
All right? We are a team.
In fact, I feel some
serendipity happening here
because I happen to have
a house that sounds just
like what you're looking for
- Oh.
- That's not on
the market yet.
It's coming soon.
- Oh, I see.
- So if we get in on this,
we can be early bidders.
All right? You're
gonna love this.
Hmm?
- Aw.
- It's a two bedroom, two bath
home. So totally manageable.
The rear, floor to ceiling
glass.
- Wow.
- Panoramic views. You've got
the Hollywood sign on one side.
Perfect view of
the Hollywood sign.
How's that for a
Hollywood dream come true?
- Yeah.
- And on a clear day,
you could see the ocean.
- Really?
- Mm.
Now that balcony runs the entire
length of the home, right?
It's perfect for entertaining.
Do you like to entertain?
- That's great. I'm
a people person.
- I can tell.
- I know I should be
keeping a poker face.
Well, at least that's what
my manager keeps telling me.
- Roger? Please.
He cannot play poker, so do
not take poker tips from Roger.
All right? Or I will
own this home from you.
Now this balcony wraps all
the way around to the front.
Okay? And there's room for
our home gym, if you'd like.
- Well, I grew up on a farm,
so when it comes to exercise,
I'm a get out in
nature type of girl.
- Hmm. Then you're
gonna love this.
Right across the street,
- Oh.
- some of L.A.'s finest
nature hike trails.
That one right there
goes all the way
to the top of the hill,
beautiful vista view
of downtown Los Angeles.
- Ah. That's lovely.
- Yeah.
- Mm. How safe is it up there?
- Faye, all the celebs
move up here. Right?
It's a beautiful
neighborhood. Totally safe.
In fact, you're gonna
love the neighbors.
My son Preston will be
one of your neighbors.
- No way.
- Mm-hmm.
Hmm?
- Hmm.
It's perfect.
- Hmm.
I knew you'd love it.
I knew you'd love it.
Oh, I almost forgot one thing.
And this is very rare
with homes in Los Angeles.
In fact, there's
only one other home
in this neighborhood
that has one.
- What is it?
- A basement.
- Edna, dear.
Why do I get the feeling
you're not as joyous
about his return as I am?
Honey,
please tell me
what you're thinking.
- It doesn't matter.
- It does to me.
I want to know.
- Do you have regrets?
- I am grateful
for all that we have.
- But what do we have?
- We have our family, Edna,
- You act as though
everything will be okay.
Like things will go back
to the way they were.
- My faith tells me that
they'll just get better.
- But it can't continue.
You have to see that.
- I see everything, Edna.
- And the girl?
- Let's just say,
everything in God's world
happens for a good reason.
- Please, let me go.
Just let me go.
Please.
I wanna go home.
- Edgar,
your mother would like to
talk to you and the girl too.
- Have a seat, dear.
And quit flopping about
like a catfish in the sun.
It ain't womanly.
Now you can just
stop right there.
Now we can move beyond
all that foolishness.
You're that actress.
The one Edgar has taped
all over his walls.
- Edgar?
- My boy.
I would love to say
"my beautiful boy."
Thank your lucky stars
that you can't see.
There's a reason he
always wears a mask.
- Honey,
be nice.
- Mm.
You can let me go.
He won't get in trouble.
I don't know who he is.
- Oh, but you should.
I mean, you two are
an item now, right?
I would like to say that his
birth was a joyous occasion.
Balloons and things.
But it wasn't so much a
birth as a bowel movement.
After all, Edgar is
as worthless as shit.
- Edna.
- Hmm. You're right.
You're right.
Shit has purpose.
It is practical.
It can fertilize.
All our Edgar can do is smell.
As I'm
sure you can attest.
Although it does look like
he's washed himself up a bit.
He must really like you. Hmm.
He was three months
early, you know.
Edward didn't even
know I was pregnant.
Men.
He was born without an eye. Hmm.
He told me he took one
from a police officer,
but he had a bit of
trouble sticking it in.
Did you really
think that was all
you had to do to be normal? Just
take someone's
eye and put it in that hollow
socket?
When Edward found him,
he wanted to take him
to the hospital,
but I
convinced him not to.
It was in God's hands.
And that was the day
I stopped being Christian.
If there was a God, he would've
let that abomination die.
- Don't say such things.
- Oh, I will today.
Well, I, I knew
we couldn't tell anyone.
It was our secret.
So we locked 'it' in the
basement.
He had his television and,
and he really loved
watching his movies.
Yours were his
favorite, ah, I'm sorry,
but I thought they were
terrible, but he loved them.
And
when he vanished, we
didn't know what to do.
If I had known that
you lived so close by
and that you had a basement, I
would've checked there first.
He can put up all the pretty
lights that he wants to.
Let's call a
spade a spade, shall we?
He's an animal.
And he needs to be caged.
He needs to be,
to be euthanized.
- Enough! That is enough.
- Oh, you
know that this is true.
After what he did
today, he should be put down!
But first, we have to
take care of the bitch.
You are as worthless as he is.
You're a perfect pair.
You're both rejects!
And what the are fuck are
you gonna do about it?
- I'll take care
you, sweetheart.
Shh.
Come on.
- Thank you.
Why are we stopping?
- Shh.
My boy isn't bad.
- No, we, we have to go.
We, we have to get outta here.
- I can't let my Edgar
get in trouble, Faye.
- Oh, no.
Please, no.
Oh.
- He's all I have left now.
You understand?
Say something.
- Fuck you and your family!
- We're not off to a
good start, are we?
That was the worst you could
have said.
- Who's there?
- It's just me.
It's Edward.
I'm sorry I had to
hit you, sweetheart.
But it's good to
see that you're up.
I trust you had a nice nap.
- Mm.
You don't have to do this.
- Oh, those are tight.
Trust me. You won't
be able to get out.
I learned how to tie knots
in the Boy Scouts.
Getting this blood off of you
and all this makeup.
You know, Edgar used to
practice putting makeup
on his dolls as a boy.
Oh, how he loved his dolls.
Edna never approved,
but I always thought,
"To each his own."
He didn't do a very good
job on you.
But, oh my God,
you are beautiful, Faye.
With makeup and without.
Like an angel.
You know, Edna, she was so rude
when she said she
didn't like your movies,
but I've always
been a secret fan.
It's no wonder you're famous.
- How can you be so calm?
He killed your wife.
- Oh, we were never
married, sweetheart.
- But you loved her .
- Yes.
Yes, I loved Edna.
But father never approved
of us sleeping in the
same room together.
- What?
- Love is blind.
It wants what it wants.
You can stop.
You don't have to do this.
- I know .
- Please, just stop.
- I don't want to.
I've always tried to give my
boy the best life I could.
It wasn't easy.
Edna, she never wanted him.
She used to see him as a curse.
I saw him as a cure.
Edgar gave me something
to love and to cherish.
And God knows I needed
that desperately.
Mm.
- Shh. It's okay.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Oh.
Mm.
Do you know what it's like to
live in a house with a bully?
To grow up in dysfunction,
trauma, betrayal?
Our father,
was a bastard.
He was cruel.
The only thing he
ever did worthwhile
was leave us this house.
And Edgar.
My sweet boy, Edgar, he gave us
a chance, Faye,
to make things right.
It gave us a chance not to
follow in our father's footsteps
not to be like him.
But Edna, she had too
much of him in her.
Every time I tried to do
something nice for the boys,
she would do something mean.
She would belittle him,
embarrass him.
She would put him down.
She would do terrible
things to our son.
She was a bully like our father!
And if there's one thing I
can't stand in this world,
it's a fucking bully.
- What are you gonna do to me?
- We're going to take good
care of you, sweetheart.
I have a plan.
A plan to get us back on track.
God has bestowed an opportunity
for us to make things
right!
And nothing is better for that
then the sound of little feet.
The pitter-patter.
Oh, how I've missed it.
You see, Faye,
you and my sweet boy Edgar
are going to make me
beautiful grandchildren.
Yes.
We're gonna build the family.
- No. No!
Ahh!
Anyone, help!
No!
- Edgar?
Edgar, boy?
Where's my sweet boy, Edgar?
Don't be shy.
That's my pretty boy.
- No.
No. You don't have to do this.
Please, just let me go.
- Edgar brought
you flowers, Faye.
My boy's a romantic
like his old man.
Go ahead, son.
Take her.
Like we talked about.
It's okay.
Here.
I'll hold these for you.
Shh.
Go on, son.
That's right.
This is going to
heal the family, son.
It's gonna make
things better for us.
So be a man.
Make me proud.
Make me a grandfather.
Edgar, what are you
waiting for, son?
Goddammit, do what
I showed you now.
- Edgar, please don't.
- What the hell are you doing?
Goddammit, Edgar.
Take her, Edgar.
Come on.
It's okay.
It's okay. Come on, son.
Shh.
Oh, for the love of Christ.
- No .
Oh, no .
- I'm gonna show
you how it's done.
- Oh, God .
- I'm gonna start and
you're gonna finish.
- No.
- Do you understand?
- No. No.
No!
- Shh!
- No.
- It's okay.
- No, stop!
- Shh.
- Ah, no!
- Edna was my one and only.
God rest her soul.
But this has to happen now.
- No!
- Please, help me.
Please.
- Welcome to the family, Faye.
Huh!
- Some of my
favorite childhood memories
are tied to the cinema.
I dreamed of seeing myself
on the big screen.
And now
I can't see myself.
How'd that even work?
A blind girl and a
mute guy?
- If you ever need someone
please reach out.
I am a good listener.
- You're Megan
Summers.
- That was a fun role.
- I've seen "Fog Storm"
at least 20 times.
- I got to live out my
dreams, and most people
never get that opportunity.
And, threw it all away
for something so stupid.
Yes, I think someone broke
into my house.
I've dealt with stalkers
before.
I know it all too well.
- I thought
you looked familiar.
- Typical,
right?
Another crazy Hollywood
actress.
I used to go down
to the basement, but
I don't have that ability
to go down there anymore.
I was wondering if you
wanted to come over?
I think I love you.
I want you to see me.
All of me.
Please don't hurt me.
- Bobsled. You're cleaning
gutters.
- "Knocking On Heaven's Door."
- Air traffic controller.
- Ah, can't hear me now?
- Wiener dogs.
- It's, it's Moon Boots.
- Ah, "I've fallen
and I can't get up."
- Crash test dummy.
- Ah...
- Kung pao chicken.
- Are these like binoculars?
- Shh.
- You're looking for
birds, you're checking out
hot chicks, you're ah,
- God.
- You're fanning
yourself. You're hot.
- You're a monkey.
- You're a flying squirrel?
- Ah, YMCA!
- Frogger, is it...
- Zumba?
- Zumba, Zumba.
- Um, "Rolling
Thunder," yes!
- You're listening to
"Dancing with the Oldies."
- "A Tale of Two Cities!"
- Hello, gorgeous.
- Can I help?
- Can you grab me a lime?
- Sure.
- Over on the counter.
Thank you. Are you
having a good time?
- It's been fun.
I've never been to
a no couples allowed
Valentine's party before.
- What'd you expect?
- Well...
- Wait, let me guess.
A kinky, sex orgy in
the Hollywood Hills?
- If I thought
that, I wouldn't have came.
- Mm, honey, at a sex
orgy, everyone comes.
- Mm, that may be
true for the men,
but the women, not so much.
- Mm, I wouldn't know.
- So, what's with
the 80's theme?
- It's the epitome of cheese.
And sometimes I like to smile.
- Oh.
My lady.
- Thanks.
- Enough. Enough.
We give, we give up.
Jeez.
- What was it?
- Disc jockey.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- I thought it was obvious.
- You know, that
was my next guess.
- Can I ask
you guys a question?
- Oh, boy.
- Here we go.
- No, no, man. This is serious.
- Yeah, no, that's what
I was worried about.
- Go ahead. Ask away.
- Why the fuck are
we playing charades?
Nobody plays charades. Okay?
It's something you see
people do in TV or in movies.
No one actually plays
this in real life.
It's a completely
fictional game.
- People play charades.
- No, they don't.
I, I wouldn't be surprised
if we're the only people
in the entire
history of the world
to be actually playing
this game right now.
- Well, what do you wanna do?
- You know, you're way better
at that game than I am.
- No one guessed it, though.
- Well, I mean, they're idiots.
Just blame it on them.
- Listen, since we
have some new guests,
I think we should give
a little history lesson
about this house
and all her deep, dark secrets.
- Ooh.
- Spooky.
- I get it.
- Look, I know you all
came here for a good time,
but there's something
you should know,
something about this house.
- Ooh, scary.
- Laugh if you want,
but what people have seen
here is no laughing matter.
- What have people seen?
- If I were to begin
to describe it,
it would only give
you an inkling
of the true level of terror.
So I'll keep it as simple as
possible. They see a monster.
- Mm.
- Boo. A monster?
- Everyone who has owned
this home has seen it
peering through the windows.
A horror so revolting,
they say one look
can give you nightmares
for the rest of your life.
It stalks around
the house at night
looking for what it craves most.
- What does it crave?
- Fresh blood.
It knows when someone
new is around.
It's drawn to it
like a moth to flame.
- Have you seen it?
- No, but I've heard it.
- What does it sound like?
- It giggles.
- Eh, it giggles?
- Yes, it giggles.
Although, it's not human-like.
It kind of sounds like...
- Did, did you hear that?
- Mm-hmm.
It knows you're here.
- I think I see something.
- What do you see?
- I see...
something behind you.
- Aw.
- Oh, God.
- Hmm.
- You got me.
- Mm-hmm.
- Is any of that real?
- There is always a bit
of truth to all legends.
- So, so?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, well, I think
it's time for bed.
- Did I scare you
that much, Brad?
- Nope.
- What is this creepy thing?
- Oh, I found it outside.
I decided to give her a home.
- Oh.
- I still need to
clean her up though.
- Yeah.
- Thank you for
coming over tonight.
You know I love your music and
I'm dying to work with you.
- I can't believe you live here.
- My dad's a real estate agent.
He got me a great deal.
- Hmm.
- Sign with me
and I'll make sure
he does the same thing for you.
- I could never
afford this.
- Serious?
With your talent and
my management,
the sky is the limit.
Plus with me, you never
have to worry about
any of that producer
MeToo stuff.
- Oh, that's big
of you. Thank you.
Mm.
- Wow.
- I know.
- Did he finish already?
- Oh, god, no.
No, we're just getting started.
- Mm. Then what are
you doing out here?
- Oh, I believe in
prolonging things.
A few minutes
in there alone handcuffed,
he'll be dying for me.
Plus, I need a vape.
And somebody won't let
me do it in the house
because he's anal.
- Hmm.
Well, you're totally
right about that,
but that's besides the point.
Wait, so Brad is
handcuffed in there?
- Mm-hmm. No, he's
not going anywhere.
- Mm.
- Anyone else here?
- Mike and Jill are
out back cleaning.
- Ew, typical.
- Mm-hmm.
Someone's gotta save the world.
And Gary, and...
What, what was your
friend's name again?
- Leigh.
- Right.
Yes, they are upstairs.
- Ah!
Good for him.
- Mm-hmm.
- He's been needing to get laid.
- Same with Leigh.
- Well, mission
accomplished, guys.
Uh, okay.
- Don't go out front.
- Why?
- Oh, this little thing?
- Okay, fine. I'll
go in the garage.
- Thank you.
- I don't care what
you have to say.
Gus, we are done.
Uh, you cheated on me.
I would never do that to you.
Ever.
Bullshit. Okay?
- Your friends are weird.
They're weird.
- It's cute right?
- You think you can call me
wasted
at 3:00 AM on Valentine's Day,
and you are just
gonna woo me back?
Well you are sorely mistaken!
Hawaii?
Hmm. I'm listening.
Brad's upstairs.
If he was down
here, he'd be eating
and drinking
everything that's left.
He's Preston's friend.
Well, you don't actually think
that you're friends with him?
Ah, well, I hang out
with my budtender,
but it doesn't mean
we're exactly friends.
Hey, you don't have to
be friends with him.
Hell, no.
There you go. Mm!
Yeah, mm! Yeah,
too good for her!
Mm, yeah!
Oh, oh, oh.
- That was amazing.
- I concur.
- You concur?
- I'm sorry.
I'm, I'm not used to doing this.
- Me neither.
- Actually, I've never had
a one-night stand before.
- Who said this was a one-night
stand?
- Ooh, babe, come on. Good.
Come here. I'm horny as fuck.
Ooh. You're a kinky
little bitch, huh?
Yeah. Why don't you...
Ooh!
Oh yeah. Mm-hmm,
daddy like that.
I'm so gonna pound you with
my massive slab of manhood.
Man. Ooh.
- Boo.
- What?
Wait a minute.
Who's, who's there?
- Please, daddy.
Don't pound me...
- Goddammit, Preston.
- Get the fuck outta here
- with your magic slab.
- Your manhood.
- You're spoiling the mood.
Preston.
Fuck off, asshole!
Huh.
Uh!
- No, I'll see you
tomorrow.
No, I'll see you.
Aw, I love you too.
Oh. Okay.
No, you hang up first.
No, you.
Okay.
Ah.
- This is bigger than
my whole apartment.
- I am a size queen.
- Hmm.
- Mm.
- Ah, who's this?
- That is Chloe, my pug.
- Where is she?
- She's residing
at my mother's tonight.
- Oh, I see, the party
be too much for her?
- Are you kidding me?
She'd love it, but
therein lies the problem.
She'd be the center
of attention.
And this is my party.
Not gonna be upstaged
by some bitch.
- Oh.
- I like her though, hmm.
- I wanna meet her.
- Mm, maybe.
Yeah, yeah, I know,
I know. You told me.
It's, it's not that
I'm not strong enough.
It's just, you
know, macho as fuck.
It's the bag.
It's, it's, it's inferior.
What?
Oh.
Oh, nice try, Preston.
Why don't you try that
on your new friends?
What? I'm supposed to act
scared and shriek and run away?
Ooh. We're scared.
What are we gonna do?
Um, look, man, I'm sorry.
Um, the party's over.
You missed it. So, um, bye.
No!
- Uh!
- So tell me,
why are you a songwriter?
- Mm.
For as long as I can remember,
I have always liked to sing.
- Oh, boring.
Come on.
If we're gonna work together,
you need to open up to me.
So what was it, angel or demon?
- What do you mean?
- What made you go?
Triumph or tragedy?
- Hmm.
Both.
Yeah, yeah.
Oh, fuck me. Yeah.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Take my massive slab of man.
Oh, oh yeah. Yeah.
Yeah. I'm the pussy
destroyer, baby.
Yeah. Ooh.
Oh, yeah.
Wait, man, what's,
what, wait, hey.
What, what are you
doing? What's wrong?
- I, I shouldn't be doing this.
- What, what? Why the fuck not?
- Oh, I have a boyfriend.
- What?
I thought you guys broke up.
- We did, but then
we got back together.
No, no, no.
When, when, when the
fuck did that happen?
- While I was vaping.
- You've gotta be shitting me.
- I can't cheat on him.
- My cock is currently
inside of you.
- What?
Uh, yeah.
You already cheated,
you might as well,
might as well finish
where you started, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Yeah. That makes a lot of sense.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
- All right. We're good.
Okay.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
- Oh. Oh my God.
Dylan, stop it.
- Please!
Ah!
Jesus.
- Shut up.
- Okay. Oh, yeah.
I feel, I feel that.
Yeah, I feel that.
- Mm-hmm.
- Uh-huh, uh-huh.
- I like it.
I like it, I like it.
- Uh-huh.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah, yeah.
- My sister Taylor,
she would get these
awful headaches.
The pain would bring her tears.
Sometimes she'd hyperventilate
until she passed out.
Mm.
I used to rest her
head in my lap,
stroke her hair and sing to her.
She said it helped.
I wondered if she
was just pretending
to make me feel better.
I thought she was.
Always caring
about someone else.
That's pretty
heavy for a 6-year-old.
- She was six?
- I was six.
She was four.
She was my whole world.
S-Sisters ready to
take on the world.
She died a day before
her fifth birthday.
She fought hard but
it spread too quickly.
And there
was nothing anyone could do.
- I am so sorry.
- I felt like I lost
a part of me that day.
And I
hate myself for it.
I'm still here.
I get to experience life,
- Mm-hmm.
- more or less on my
own terms.
I wonder what she
would think of me.
Would we still be close?
Would she be proud of me?
Uh, just, I couldn't be
as strong as she was.
She
never let it get her down.
She smiled.
She fought.
Mm. Then she was gone.
And I was left alone.
- You are not alone.
- So,
to answer your question,
I sing for her.
I'll
always sing for her.
- Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Yeah, yeah! Oh yeah!
Yeah. Yeah.
John, Johnathan! Oh my God!
Don't Stop, Chris!
Chris, at last.
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh, yes!
Oh, yeah. Oh, it's so good.
It's so, oh my God,
I'm gonna come.
I'm gonna come!
- Did you just squirt?
- So,
you heard my story,
what's yours?
- Mm-hmm.
Follow that? Hmm.
No, I'm just your classic
Hollywood trust fund kid,
living off his family's wealth.
- I don't believe
that for a second.
- Oh, seriously.
When my papaw died, he gave
me like a shitload of money,
- Which you used to
form a record label.
- Mm, which has
had 16 top 10 hits.
- Money only goes so far.
Talent takes it the
rest of the way.
- Thank you for saying that.
But I am supposed
to be wooing you.
- Oh, well
then, keep trying.
- Mm-hmm. Sass.
I like it.
- Hello?
Who's there?
- I have to admit, I thought
you were going to be different.
- Really?
- You're not douchey at all.
- Ha-ha.
I'm gay, we aren't douchey.
- Oh.
- We're fierce.
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, I see it.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yes, it's hard to miss.
- I think
I'm going to be sick.
- Oh, dear.
- Oh, here we go.
- Oh, there, there's
a bathroom up here,
if she just wants to use that.
- Mm.
- Ah, she'll probably
sleep by the toilet for a bit.
- Ah, in that case,
bring her downstairs,
that bathroom's bigger.
Uh, I've spent many a
night around that toilet
crying over lost love.
Yeah. I hope you feel better.
- Mm. I think I'm in love.
- Oh, yeah.
- Okay, okay.
Do you wanna...
- Ooh, if she pukes,
- Oh, okay, okay.
- I'll puke.
- It's okay, okay.
- Yeah.
- My arms hurt.
Can I sit up?
Who are you?
Where am I?
Say something.
- Hi.
- Luke?
- No.
- Where's Luke?
What did you do to Luke?
- Dead.
- Good girl.
- Ah.
- Get it all out.
- Ah.
Oh, God.
- Sorry.
We've all been here.
You okay?
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You're a good guy, right?
- I'd like to think so.
- Leigh has a big
heart. Don't break it.
- Okay.
I sent your friend...
- It's a good way to get
your car stolen, buddy.
- You don't have to
handcuff me to the bed.
I can't get away. You have to
know that.
Why are you doing this?
Is it because of who I was?
Because that person is gone.
You listened to me
pour my heart out.
I haven't opened myself up
that way in a very long time.
I felt hope and I felt love.
But that wasn't for you.
I'm in love with Luke.
I'm sure of it now.
We could have
had a future together,
but you
took that from me.
I don't know who you are
and I don't care.
I hate you.
I hate you for what you've done.
You will never be the man
that Luke was, never!
- Help!
Somebody, help!
Help me!
Anybody, please!
Help me! Ah!
- Hmm?
- Did you hear that?
- Hear what?
Hmm.
- I heard sirens and then I
thought I heard someone scream.
-Welcome to Hollywood.
- Something weird is...
- Hmm. Mm-hmm.
Mm.
Fucking Brad.
Why the hell did you?
Holy shit. You're Megan Summers.
What the hell are you
doing in my house?
- You have to help me!
- Where are Brad and Chelsea?
- I don't know. You have to
help me before he comes back!
- Before who comes back?
I don't understand.
- I was at my house on-
- Yeah, in the hills.
My, my dad sold it to you, so.
- There was someone in my house.
And then I woke up here.
- Where, where's the key?
- I don't know.
- Um...
- Hurry.
- Oh, huh.
Ah, let's go.
Oh, damn.
- Hurry.
- Shit.
- Oh, he's coming!
Hide.
- Ah.
- Hide.
- Uh-huh.
- Ah, I'm sorry about
what I said earlier.
I didn't mean it.
I'm just confused.
I know you don't wanna hurt me.
Thank you for trying
to make me look pretty.
Hey, hey.
Why don't we head
back to my place?
We can get much more
comfortable there.
- Think he's gone.
- Hurry.
Uh. You
have to help me.
- Follow me...
Okay.
We have to hurry.
Come on, let's go.
- Oh!
- You messed with
the wrong bitch.
Run, queen! The door's
in front of you!
- Oh!
- Whoa, whoa, slow down.
- Please. You have to help me.
There's someone after me.
- Whoa, whoa, calm down.
Who's after you?
- I don't know.
He...
- Well, what does
this person look like?
- Ah, I don't know.
- What do you mean, you
don't know, young lady?
- I'm blind. Please.
You have to let me in.
He's killed people.
- Oh, my, my.
- Please.
- Yes, of course.
Come with me.
It's gonna be okay.
Steps.
You're good. Very good.
Come on inside.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's the ruckus?
Shh. What's the matter dear?
- You have to call the police.
You need to get help.
- Relax. You're safe here.
- No,
you don't understand.
- And I can't understand
until you calm down.
Take a deep breath.
Breathe.
Good. Now, dear, please
tell me who you are?
My name is Faye.
I live right-
- Hello, Faye.
My name is Edna and you've
met my husband Edward.
- You
have to call the police.
He kidnapped me.
- Who did?
- I don't know.
- Can you tell us anything?
What did he sound like?
- He
didn't talk.
- Can you tell us
anything about him? Think.
It'll help when I
tell the police.
- Um, um,
his breathing sounded muffled.
Like, mm, maybe he
was wearing a mask.
I, I don't know.
- Well that does
sound scary, Faye.
Wait, where are you going?
- I'm just going to call for
help, ah, but don't worry.
My husband will take care
of you, won't you, honey?
- Yes, dear.
- Hmm.
- Don't worry, young lady.
You're safe here. I promise.
Shh. It's okay.
Oh, it's fine.
It's just our son.
Our boy has come home.
Ah!
Oh.
Mm, hi, I'm Faye.
- Introductions not
necessary. I am a huge fan.
- Oh.
- Mitchell.
So, Roger tells me that
you are in the market
for a home in the
Hollywood Hills.
- Yes, I am.
- Well, you came
to the right place.
One second.
Okay.
You have my undivided attention.
How about you paint me a visual
picture of your dream home?
- The view is very
important to me.
- Mm-hmm.
- I tend to be away from home
quite a bit, so when I do have
time,
I like to relax and
enjoy the beauty of L.A.
- Mm.
- So many people forget
how beautiful this city is.
- It's true.
- It's magical.
Anything can happen.
Dreams can come true.
Oh, I'm sorry.
When I get nervous, I
tend to go on and on.
- Faye, please.
What you said was beautiful.
- Mm.
- Hmm? No need to apologize
and no need to be nervous.
All right? We are a team.
In fact, I feel some
serendipity happening here
because I happen to have
a house that sounds just
like what you're looking for
- Oh.
- That's not on
the market yet.
It's coming soon.
- Oh, I see.
- So if we get in on this,
we can be early bidders.
All right? You're
gonna love this.
Hmm?
- Aw.
- It's a two bedroom, two bath
home. So totally manageable.
The rear, floor to ceiling
glass.
- Wow.
- Panoramic views. You've got
the Hollywood sign on one side.
Perfect view of
the Hollywood sign.
How's that for a
Hollywood dream come true?
- Yeah.
- And on a clear day,
you could see the ocean.
- Really?
- Mm.
Now that balcony runs the entire
length of the home, right?
It's perfect for entertaining.
Do you like to entertain?
- That's great. I'm
a people person.
- I can tell.
- I know I should be
keeping a poker face.
Well, at least that's what
my manager keeps telling me.
- Roger? Please.
He cannot play poker, so do
not take poker tips from Roger.
All right? Or I will
own this home from you.
Now this balcony wraps all
the way around to the front.
Okay? And there's room for
our home gym, if you'd like.
- Well, I grew up on a farm,
so when it comes to exercise,
I'm a get out in
nature type of girl.
- Hmm. Then you're
gonna love this.
Right across the street,
- Oh.
- some of L.A.'s finest
nature hike trails.
That one right there
goes all the way
to the top of the hill,
beautiful vista view
of downtown Los Angeles.
- Ah. That's lovely.
- Yeah.
- Mm. How safe is it up there?
- Faye, all the celebs
move up here. Right?
It's a beautiful
neighborhood. Totally safe.
In fact, you're gonna
love the neighbors.
My son Preston will be
one of your neighbors.
- No way.
- Mm-hmm.
Hmm?
- Hmm.
It's perfect.
- Hmm.
I knew you'd love it.
I knew you'd love it.
Oh, I almost forgot one thing.
And this is very rare
with homes in Los Angeles.
In fact, there's
only one other home
in this neighborhood
that has one.
- What is it?
- A basement.
- Edna, dear.
Why do I get the feeling
you're not as joyous
about his return as I am?
Honey,
please tell me
what you're thinking.
- It doesn't matter.
- It does to me.
I want to know.
- Do you have regrets?
- I am grateful
for all that we have.
- But what do we have?
- We have our family, Edna,
- You act as though
everything will be okay.
Like things will go back
to the way they were.
- My faith tells me that
they'll just get better.
- But it can't continue.
You have to see that.
- I see everything, Edna.
- And the girl?
- Let's just say,
everything in God's world
happens for a good reason.
- Please, let me go.
Just let me go.
Please.
I wanna go home.
- Edgar,
your mother would like to
talk to you and the girl too.
- Have a seat, dear.
And quit flopping about
like a catfish in the sun.
It ain't womanly.
Now you can just
stop right there.
Now we can move beyond
all that foolishness.
You're that actress.
The one Edgar has taped
all over his walls.
- Edgar?
- My boy.
I would love to say
"my beautiful boy."
Thank your lucky stars
that you can't see.
There's a reason he
always wears a mask.
- Honey,
be nice.
- Mm.
You can let me go.
He won't get in trouble.
I don't know who he is.
- Oh, but you should.
I mean, you two are
an item now, right?
I would like to say that his
birth was a joyous occasion.
Balloons and things.
But it wasn't so much a
birth as a bowel movement.
After all, Edgar is
as worthless as shit.
- Edna.
- Hmm. You're right.
You're right.
Shit has purpose.
It is practical.
It can fertilize.
All our Edgar can do is smell.
As I'm
sure you can attest.
Although it does look like
he's washed himself up a bit.
He must really like you. Hmm.
He was three months
early, you know.
Edward didn't even
know I was pregnant.
Men.
He was born without an eye. Hmm.
He told me he took one
from a police officer,
but he had a bit of
trouble sticking it in.
Did you really
think that was all
you had to do to be normal? Just
take someone's
eye and put it in that hollow
socket?
When Edward found him,
he wanted to take him
to the hospital,
but I
convinced him not to.
It was in God's hands.
And that was the day
I stopped being Christian.
If there was a God, he would've
let that abomination die.
- Don't say such things.
- Oh, I will today.
Well, I, I knew
we couldn't tell anyone.
It was our secret.
So we locked 'it' in the
basement.
He had his television and,
and he really loved
watching his movies.
Yours were his
favorite, ah, I'm sorry,
but I thought they were
terrible, but he loved them.
And
when he vanished, we
didn't know what to do.
If I had known that
you lived so close by
and that you had a basement, I
would've checked there first.
He can put up all the pretty
lights that he wants to.
Let's call a
spade a spade, shall we?
He's an animal.
And he needs to be caged.
He needs to be,
to be euthanized.
- Enough! That is enough.
- Oh, you
know that this is true.
After what he did
today, he should be put down!
But first, we have to
take care of the bitch.
You are as worthless as he is.
You're a perfect pair.
You're both rejects!
And what the are fuck are
you gonna do about it?
- I'll take care
you, sweetheart.
Shh.
Come on.
- Thank you.
Why are we stopping?
- Shh.
My boy isn't bad.
- No, we, we have to go.
We, we have to get outta here.
- I can't let my Edgar
get in trouble, Faye.
- Oh, no.
Please, no.
Oh.
- He's all I have left now.
You understand?
Say something.
- Fuck you and your family!
- We're not off to a
good start, are we?
That was the worst you could
have said.
- Who's there?
- It's just me.
It's Edward.
I'm sorry I had to
hit you, sweetheart.
But it's good to
see that you're up.
I trust you had a nice nap.
- Mm.
You don't have to do this.
- Oh, those are tight.
Trust me. You won't
be able to get out.
I learned how to tie knots
in the Boy Scouts.
Getting this blood off of you
and all this makeup.
You know, Edgar used to
practice putting makeup
on his dolls as a boy.
Oh, how he loved his dolls.
Edna never approved,
but I always thought,
"To each his own."
He didn't do a very good
job on you.
But, oh my God,
you are beautiful, Faye.
With makeup and without.
Like an angel.
You know, Edna, she was so rude
when she said she
didn't like your movies,
but I've always
been a secret fan.
It's no wonder you're famous.
- How can you be so calm?
He killed your wife.
- Oh, we were never
married, sweetheart.
- But you loved her .
- Yes.
Yes, I loved Edna.
But father never approved
of us sleeping in the
same room together.
- What?
- Love is blind.
It wants what it wants.
You can stop.
You don't have to do this.
- I know .
- Please, just stop.
- I don't want to.
I've always tried to give my
boy the best life I could.
It wasn't easy.
Edna, she never wanted him.
She used to see him as a curse.
I saw him as a cure.
Edgar gave me something
to love and to cherish.
And God knows I needed
that desperately.
Mm.
- Shh. It's okay.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Oh.
Mm.
Do you know what it's like to
live in a house with a bully?
To grow up in dysfunction,
trauma, betrayal?
Our father,
was a bastard.
He was cruel.
The only thing he
ever did worthwhile
was leave us this house.
And Edgar.
My sweet boy, Edgar, he gave us
a chance, Faye,
to make things right.
It gave us a chance not to
follow in our father's footsteps
not to be like him.
But Edna, she had too
much of him in her.
Every time I tried to do
something nice for the boys,
she would do something mean.
She would belittle him,
embarrass him.
She would put him down.
She would do terrible
things to our son.
She was a bully like our father!
And if there's one thing I
can't stand in this world,
it's a fucking bully.
- What are you gonna do to me?
- We're going to take good
care of you, sweetheart.
I have a plan.
A plan to get us back on track.
God has bestowed an opportunity
for us to make things
right!
And nothing is better for that
then the sound of little feet.
The pitter-patter.
Oh, how I've missed it.
You see, Faye,
you and my sweet boy Edgar
are going to make me
beautiful grandchildren.
Yes.
We're gonna build the family.
- No. No!
Ahh!
Anyone, help!
No!
- Edgar?
Edgar, boy?
Where's my sweet boy, Edgar?
Don't be shy.
That's my pretty boy.
- No.
No. You don't have to do this.
Please, just let me go.
- Edgar brought
you flowers, Faye.
My boy's a romantic
like his old man.
Go ahead, son.
Take her.
Like we talked about.
It's okay.
Here.
I'll hold these for you.
Shh.
Go on, son.
That's right.
This is going to
heal the family, son.
It's gonna make
things better for us.
So be a man.
Make me proud.
Make me a grandfather.
Edgar, what are you
waiting for, son?
Goddammit, do what
I showed you now.
- Edgar, please don't.
- What the hell are you doing?
Goddammit, Edgar.
Take her, Edgar.
Come on.
It's okay.
It's okay. Come on, son.
Shh.
Oh, for the love of Christ.
- No .
Oh, no .
- I'm gonna show
you how it's done.
- Oh, God .
- I'm gonna start and
you're gonna finish.
- No.
- Do you understand?
- No. No.
No!
- Shh!
- No.
- It's okay.
- No, stop!
- Shh.
- Ah, no!
- Edna was my one and only.
God rest her soul.
But this has to happen now.
- No!
- Please, help me.
Please.
- Welcome to the family, Faye.
Huh!