Son of Sara: Volume 1 (2025) Movie Script
1
- Please. Please, please!
Please let us go!
Please!
Please! Please! Please!
What are you doing?
What are you fucking doing?!
Please! What the fuck
is wrong with you people?
No, no, no, please, please
don't hurt by baby!
No! No, please!
Please let us go!
Why? Please!
Please.
No. No.
No! No!
Wait, no, no, no! No!
No! No!
No!
Attagirl.
- I know what you need.
- Hmm?
What?
Whispered something
in your ear
It was a perverted
thing to say
- Damn.
But I said it anyway
- I'm scared.
Made you smile and look away
- I'm scared, too.
Nothing's gonna
hurt you baby
As long as you're with me
you'll be just fine
Nothing's gonna
hurt you baby
Are you okay?
- Fuck!
- You're doing good.
- Fuck.
- Are you contracting?
Breathe in through your nose.
Deeply. Deep, breathe.
Oh, my God.
Babe, you're so tight.
Trying to keep him inside you
or something?
No, no, I'm serious, I swear.
You're tighter
than you were yesterday.
It's like...
you're dilating backwards.
I swear.
- Wait, don't... stop.
- Sara, come on.
Okay.
Yeah.
- Yeah.
Sara?
- Huh?
- You trying to cut
these onions?
- Yeah.
- Light 'em up!
Sc-r-r-raw!
- Oh, my gosh.
- You've reached Troy.
You know what to do.
- Get out. Get out.
Get out!
Get out!
Get out!
- Sara, Sara, Sara, Sara!
- There's a man behind you!
- A man?!
Sara, there's no man there.
- No, no, no, no.
- Okay, okay.
- It's covered in blood
and it has horns.
- Horns?
- There's a...
- No, no, no.
- There's a man behind you.
- What? Okay, okay, hold on.
Come on, come on.
Okay, come here, come here,
come here.
- Uh...
- Are you sure you didn't
fall asleep on the toilet again?
- I dunno.
- Come here.
- I'm so...
- What the fuck!
- Troy.
- Uh...
Sara!
Thank you.
Long day?
- Hmm.
Long life.
- You're barely 30.
- Yeah, well, I feel...
...older these days.
- What happened to you?
Seriously. I honestly thought
you died or something.
- I met someone else.
But it's... complicated.
- Are you still
with this person?
- No. She's gone.
This is insane.
- I know.
- And you kept it.
Why?
- I met someone
who really cared about me.
Carol.
I've known her for years, uh,
but we didn't start dating
'til after you disappeared.
And yeah, we fell in love.
She really wanted to help me.
I was partying a lot and really
not listening to my body.
And we found out pretty late.
I guess amongst the chaos
of life,
we thought it was some
sort of, um, blessing.
Yeah.
Ah.
- Oh.
- Fuck.
- Oh.
Oh, uh... are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Just...
- Look, hey, hey.
- I think you should go. Just...
I'll be sure to text you
when I give birth.
- Hey...
My grandparents passed
when I was just a baby.
My mother and I, we inherited
the family farmhouse.
And she looked after me
every day of my life.
Now, I look after her.
And the farm.
And the rest of it.
- Farmhouse?
- Yeah.
Just outside of the city.
You could come over for dinner.
- Um...
- I'm sure she'd love
to meet you.
- Yeah, I guess. Maybe one day.
- Maybe tonight.
- I'm violently pregnant, Troy.
- It's really not
a super long drive.
Just a quick, little visit.
Free dinner, baby.
- I do love free things.
Look, Troy, I...
I don't think
tonight's gonna work.
I'm way past my due date
and my doctor told me
I should really take it easy.
I'm gonna pop any minute now.
Look, I just...
Can you go?
Please?
You wanna touch it?
- Oh, my God. Can I?
- You have ten seconds.
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
- I'm good.
Through the shirt.
- Oh.
- I...
I can't wait to meet him.
- How do you know it's a boy?
- I can feel him.
- What's going on here?
- Hey!
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- I'm Troy.
- Carol.
- Carol, it's a beautiful name.
It's lovely to meet you.
- Sara...
Sara, I...
I do not like that guy.
- He's harmless.
Plus, I'm starving.
- Harmless?
- Okay, well, if we're being
honest with ourselves,
we could really use the help.
I mean, babies are expensive.
Maybe Troy and his mom
could help us.
- Baby, you're going to give
birth literally any day now.
You shouldn't be going anywhere.
- Oh, fuck.
- See? See, your body's
telling you to stay here.
- I, I um, I actually think
it's doing the opposite.
I just, I feel like I gotta get
outta this apartment and just--
- And just, just, just,
just what? Just what?
- Just don't give me
that face right now.
- I don't like that guy.
And I don't like the idea of...
of you spending time
alone with him.
- Okay, then come with me.
We can laugh about it later.
Plus, hey, we won't be alone.
His, his mother's
gonna be there too.
- Sara, I...
you're so pregnant,
it's ridiculous.
And I can't go. I have work.
- Just...
It'll be one quick dinner
and then I'll get outta there,
okay?
- I just... I...
Honestly, honestly,
can't this wait
until after you give birth?
Like...
Like, the last thing you need
is any more stress.
Mentally, physically,
emotionally, I just...
- It, it's fine.
It's just one dinner, okay?
- I just...
- Are you coming?
- Wait, wait...
What are you thinking?
What are you thinking?
What... What are you thinking?
What are you thinking?!
You're just gonna let him crawl
back under your skin?
- Carol, move.
- No!
You can't let this man
just waltz back into your life
after all this time, Sara.
I mean, like...
That man literally
abandoned you.
Like trash.
He evaporated into thin air
and left you to fend
for yourself.
Baby, what are you thinking?
- I just have to give him
a chance to make things right.
- You don't have to do anything!
- He's the baby's father, Carol.
- Just because you let this man
bust a nut in you one time
does not make him
the baby's father!
Fuck!
- Are we almost there?
- Don't worry. Soon.
- I thought you said it was
just outside the city?
- Uh, you know, just about.
Are you okay?
Um...
- Ooh.
- Uh, what's the address again?
I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna
text it to Carol quickly.
Is she really gonna come?
- Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Jesus.
Such a gentleman.
- Anything for you, Sara.
- It's quite the place.
- It is.
Let's go.
Hey, Ma, it's me!
Welcome to our home.
- Hi. I'm Sara.
- Hello.
So nice to meet you,
Sara, darling.
- It's really nice
to meet you, Mrs. Loomis.
- Uh-oh, Miss Loomis.
I've never been married,
darling.
- Oh, uh, sorry, my bad.
It's a, it's a beautiful
home you have here.
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
- Do you need help with dinner?
- Dinner's almost ready.
Why don't you show Sara
the grounds
and I'll call you
when I'm ready to serve. Hmm?
- Yeah.
Mwah.
- Oh...
- Oh?
Your mom's hot.
It's a lot of babies.
Mother loves her babies.
Ah!
- Ah!
Got it!
I've been working all week
saving my emotions
- Hi!
Saturday night
when I use my potion
To put on a face,
pretty clothes
I'm dressed to kill
It's the one night a week
I feel free to obey my will
A magic spell
that will tie and tango
- So, all of this
belongs to you?
- Yeah.
All in all, it's about 30 acres.
- Wow. It seems like a lot.
- Oh, it is.
- How do you manage all of it?
I do my best.
Mother takes care
of the house and...
I take care of the rest.
- Is this where
the magic happens?
- You could say that.
- Huh.
It's a lot of space.
- So, then this one
nearly bleeds to death.
Mother! That is enough.
I didn't bleed to death.
Well,
Troy was not much of a crier
as a child but whew,
can he sob when he needs to.
- It was a tiny, little cut
and I was fine the next day.
- Hmm.
My little man needed,
oh, what was it?
A few stitches?
Right on his...
boop.
- It doesn't really
matter anyway, does it?
Because it works just fine now.
- Hmm.
- I've got a baby to prove it.
- I mean, not quite yet.
- Soon, though.
- Soon. Yeah, hopefully.
- Oh, Sara. My God,
we are so rude.
Would you like
something to drink?
- Uh, oh no.
Um, I'm okay, thanks.
- Are you sure?
Glass of water? Milk?
- Oh, milk? Uh, wow,
I have not had
a glass of milk in forever.
Troy.
- Hmm.
- So, Sara darling,
have you thought of possibly
doing a home birth?
- Hmm, not really.
I mean, the idea is kinda cool
but my girlfriend's kind
of a hypochondriac, so...
- Girlfriend.
- Yeah.
She uh, she might actually
be joining us later.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Huh.
What kinds of stories
has my mother been
telling you now?
- Oh, wow, this milk. Wow.
- It's the best around.
Locally sourced. Unpasteurized.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Hmm.
The food's delicious.
Oh, my God.
Hmm. Sorry.
- Oh, careful now. Careful now.
Don't drink it too fast.
- Not a very good listener.
- Are you okay, babe?
- Can I use your bathroom?
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Down the hall.
- Sorry.
- Girlfriend?
You fucking idiot.
- It's gonna be 20 bucks.
Thanks.
- Uh...
Uh...
Hello,
no one is available
to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
- Uh...
Hi, babe, it's...
It's... it's me.
I, uh...
I don't feel r-r... very well.
Um... are you coming?
I just, I feel kind...
I...
I texted you the address.
Um...
Uh...
- Hmm, where the fuck is she?
Oh, speak of the devil.
Ah, there she is.
- Hmm.
- Was the bathroom okay?
Sometimes I get nervous
when guests use our bathroom
because Troy forgets to flush.
Aw.
Well, boys will be boys.
- I think I'm having
a bad reaction
to the food or something.
- You're okay, sweetie.
It is time for dessert.
Oh, come on, now.
Try it.
Hmm? Hmm?
- Hmm...
- There we go.
Try...
- Wow!
- Wow.
Whoa! Wow!
Oops. Drink your milk.
Oh!
- Oh my. She fell hard.
Well, go make sure
she didn't break her nose.
- Hmm, yeah.
- Oh, there's blood.
- I think she's okay.
Oh, Troy, for fuck's sakes,
be careful?
- I'm sorry.
Should we take her to the barn?
Should we
take her to the barn?
- Wow.
I can feel him, Troy.
Oh, wow...
I can feel him.
- Bye.
Be safe! Happy Halloween!
Okay. Okay.
Hi, babe, it's...
It's... it's me. I, uh...
I don't feel r-r... very well.
Um... are you coming?
I just, I feel kind...
I...
- Why is it so far?
- I texted you the address...
Hello.
No one is available
to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
- Hey, babe, I, uh,
I'm sorry I missed your call.
Listen, I'm closing up now
so I can come and pick you up.
Probably gonna have to take
like, a cab or something.
This nigga got you
in the middle of the woods.
Yeah, like...
I'm taking my pepper spray.
I love you.
I'll see you soon.
- So, how did this happen, Troy?
How did you find her?
- She was a little fling.
She's some girl...
I hooked up with once.
It was nothing, Mother.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
I really didn't think
she was the one.
Really thought we used a condom.
- What'd I tell you
about being a whore?
Hmm?
You were not supposed to give
your seed to just anyone.
You are here on Earth
for a purpose.
Oh, what'd I tell you
about waste, boy?
- Hmm.
- So...
how did you convince her
to come here?
She lives in this shitty,
little apartment
with that girl, Carol.
Clearly, she's bored.
Or insecure.
Looking for a little spice
in her life.
- Ooh!
And?
When you touched her?
- I felt him, Mother.
Like nothing I felt
with any of the other girls.
- It's okay.
On our sixth try.
I think he has blessed us.
That's a good thing you found
Sara before she gave birth
to his child
in a public hospital.
Because...
that would have been
a real mess.
Okay, Troy.
Troy, hmm...
- Hmm.
- Hmm?
- Where... where am I?
Troy, what's...
what's going on?
- Hey, hey, relax, Sara.
Just relax.
Oh, Sara. Relax, Sara.
Sara? Sara, Sara. Sara, Sara.
You have been chosen.
You have been chosen
by a being
far more powerful than any of us
can even begin to imagine.
Sara, you have been chosen
to give birth
to the son of Satan.
Oh, no, no...
I have lived on this property
my entire life.
Now this land has been
in my family for generations.
I was born right here,
in this barn.
One day, I started
to hear the voices.
And at first, I didn't know
what to make of them.
But then, soon, I realized...
it was him.
It was Satan.
He was speaking to me. Often.
He told me I was responsible
for bringing to fruition
the prophecy
of the birth of his son
into the human world.
That I was chosen. Huh. Me!
So...
Once Troy became of age, huh,
you know, we started looking
for a suitable vessel.
A vessel?!
Yeah. Yeah.
A vessel.
Now,
we took our time
getting to know each woman.
Isolating her from her own life.
Bringing her into our family.
But, we just...
...kept finding the wrong women
over and over and over.
Sacrificing and
shedding blood for him, waiting.
And now, here you are.
Chosen.
Beyond any reason,
chosen to bring us his gift.
Sara, what are you looking at?
Sara, what are you looking at?
Is it him? Is it him?
Is he there?
Why can't I see him?
Tell me! Tell me, Sara,
is he here?
Why can't I see him?
- Don't be scared, Sara.
You're special.
So many girls would want
to be in your position.
- Hey, you...
Listen, you bitch!
You stop it.
I will gag you again.
I will gag you again!
You're doing good.
You're doing good. Come on.
Come on, keep breathing.
Keep breathing. Keep pushing.
Good girl.
- Huh?
- Sara? Sara, look at me.
Don't listen to that.
That, you've gotta keep pushing.
You've gotta keep pushing.
- Help me!
- Are you in some
sort of trouble?
- Honestly, I...
I don't know what
I'm getting myself into.
- Do you want me to hang around
and wait for a while?
- No.
Actually, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, if it's not
too much trouble?
I'm just gonna go and grab
my girlfriend,
and then we'll be
out of your hair.
- No trouble at all.
I can stick around
until I get another call.
- Yeah?
- You be careful, okay?
- Okay.
- Stop it. Shut up!
Stop it, Sara. Shh!
Calm down.
Help me! Help me!
- Carol.
- Ah! Fuck!
- Sorry. I didn't mean
to scare you.
- Hi, Troy.
I just...
I'm just here to pick up Sara.
- Uh, come on in.
- Cool staircase.
This place is huge.
- The house was built in 1836
by my great-great-great...
-great-great-grandfather,
William Loomis.
The first seances
in Canadian history
took place on this
very property.
- Where's Sara?
- My mother's giving her
a tour of the garden.
She loves showing off
all her old antiques. Huh.
- Hmm.
- Would you like a drink?
- Uh, no. Listen, I'm just here
to save you the trouble
of going back into the city.
Taxi's waiting outside,
so I'm just gonna grab
Sara and go.
- Carol...
What's wrong?
- No!
- Come on, darling.
You can do it, sweetheart!
- Yah!
Fuck this.
- Come here!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Ooh!
Ah! Oh, fuck!
- Sara! Sara!
- Ah, fuck!
Okay. Sara,
you've gotta calm down.
- Ah!
- Okay, push.
- I am!
Sara! Sara! Sara!!
- Good girl.
Sara!
Sara!
Get in the fucking car!
- What the fuck's
going on, lady?
- That mother fucker
tried to kill me!
Get in the car!
Get the fuck in the car!
Wait, look! Look out,
behind you! Behind you!
- Ah!
- Don't listen to that, Sara.
Keep pushing. Keep pushing.
Oh, shit!
Haha!
Don't do that.
Ah! Ow!
- Ah!
- Who... do you think you are?
Sara belongs to us now.
And that baby...
That baby is mine.
- Ah!
Oh...
- You fucking son of a bitch.
Get off of me!
- I could kill you right now.
But I think I'm gonna
leave you right here.
The coyotes get real hungry
this time of night.
- Push Sara. Keep pushing.
Push!
- It hurts so much.
- Come on. Come on,
you can do this.
You can do this. Come on.
Come on, you can do this!
You're barely dilated.
- Fuck you!
Fuck you!
- Listen to me, Sara.
Listen to me.
- Get outta there!
- Sara, Sara, you've gotta
keep pushing. Come on, Sara.
Breathe, push.
Something is wrong. Goddammit!
Something is really wrong.
She's barely even dilated.
Come on, Sara. Come on, Sara!
Uh...
Troy, grab her.
- Mother, be careful.
- Come to me, baby boy. Oh.
Oh, oh baby.
Oh. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Why... why does it
look like that?
- Where's the raw meat?
He needs to feed immediately.
- Fuck! I left the meat
in the house.
- Idiot.
You're the most beautiful
baby boy.
- Mother, be careful
with those little claws.
- Oh, shut the fuck up.
He would never hurt me.
Oh.
Oh...
Oh, you like my hair?
- Just...
Just don't hurt my baby.
- My baby. There's my baby.
Okay, baby.
No. No, baby. No. Let go.
Let go.
No, baby.
Mother!
What did you fucking do?
- You fucking bitch!
Come here.
Get me outta these.
What the... Shit.
Okay. Okay.
I'm here. I'm here.
I'm here. I'm here.
I'm here.
- I'm here, too.
I think.
- Is this a bad time
to tell you I told you so?
Hey.
- Where's the baby?
Wait, where's the baby?
Where's... where's the baby?
- Here.
- Where the fuck are we?
- I don't know.
There.
Oh, okay, wait, wait. Okay.
Wait. Wait.
Is he okay?
- I think so.
He's our little baby.
Ow.
Satan is real
Working in spirit
You can see him and hear him
In this world every day
Satan is real
Working with power
He can tempt you
and lead you astray
Hi!
- Please. Please, please!
Please let us go!
Please!
Please! Please! Please!
What are you doing?
What are you fucking doing?!
Please! What the fuck
is wrong with you people?
No, no, no, please, please
don't hurt by baby!
No! No, please!
Please let us go!
Why? Please!
Please.
No. No.
No! No!
Wait, no, no, no! No!
No! No!
No!
Attagirl.
- I know what you need.
- Hmm?
What?
Whispered something
in your ear
It was a perverted
thing to say
- Damn.
But I said it anyway
- I'm scared.
Made you smile and look away
- I'm scared, too.
Nothing's gonna
hurt you baby
As long as you're with me
you'll be just fine
Nothing's gonna
hurt you baby
Are you okay?
- Fuck!
- You're doing good.
- Fuck.
- Are you contracting?
Breathe in through your nose.
Deeply. Deep, breathe.
Oh, my God.
Babe, you're so tight.
Trying to keep him inside you
or something?
No, no, I'm serious, I swear.
You're tighter
than you were yesterday.
It's like...
you're dilating backwards.
I swear.
- Wait, don't... stop.
- Sara, come on.
Okay.
Yeah.
- Yeah.
Sara?
- Huh?
- You trying to cut
these onions?
- Yeah.
- Light 'em up!
Sc-r-r-raw!
- Oh, my gosh.
- You've reached Troy.
You know what to do.
- Get out. Get out.
Get out!
Get out!
Get out!
- Sara, Sara, Sara, Sara!
- There's a man behind you!
- A man?!
Sara, there's no man there.
- No, no, no, no.
- Okay, okay.
- It's covered in blood
and it has horns.
- Horns?
- There's a...
- No, no, no.
- There's a man behind you.
- What? Okay, okay, hold on.
Come on, come on.
Okay, come here, come here,
come here.
- Uh...
- Are you sure you didn't
fall asleep on the toilet again?
- I dunno.
- Come here.
- I'm so...
- What the fuck!
- Troy.
- Uh...
Sara!
Thank you.
Long day?
- Hmm.
Long life.
- You're barely 30.
- Yeah, well, I feel...
...older these days.
- What happened to you?
Seriously. I honestly thought
you died or something.
- I met someone else.
But it's... complicated.
- Are you still
with this person?
- No. She's gone.
This is insane.
- I know.
- And you kept it.
Why?
- I met someone
who really cared about me.
Carol.
I've known her for years, uh,
but we didn't start dating
'til after you disappeared.
And yeah, we fell in love.
She really wanted to help me.
I was partying a lot and really
not listening to my body.
And we found out pretty late.
I guess amongst the chaos
of life,
we thought it was some
sort of, um, blessing.
Yeah.
Ah.
- Oh.
- Fuck.
- Oh.
Oh, uh... are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Just...
- Look, hey, hey.
- I think you should go. Just...
I'll be sure to text you
when I give birth.
- Hey...
My grandparents passed
when I was just a baby.
My mother and I, we inherited
the family farmhouse.
And she looked after me
every day of my life.
Now, I look after her.
And the farm.
And the rest of it.
- Farmhouse?
- Yeah.
Just outside of the city.
You could come over for dinner.
- Um...
- I'm sure she'd love
to meet you.
- Yeah, I guess. Maybe one day.
- Maybe tonight.
- I'm violently pregnant, Troy.
- It's really not
a super long drive.
Just a quick, little visit.
Free dinner, baby.
- I do love free things.
Look, Troy, I...
I don't think
tonight's gonna work.
I'm way past my due date
and my doctor told me
I should really take it easy.
I'm gonna pop any minute now.
Look, I just...
Can you go?
Please?
You wanna touch it?
- Oh, my God. Can I?
- You have ten seconds.
- Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
- I'm good.
Through the shirt.
- Oh.
- I...
I can't wait to meet him.
- How do you know it's a boy?
- I can feel him.
- What's going on here?
- Hey!
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- I'm Troy.
- Carol.
- Carol, it's a beautiful name.
It's lovely to meet you.
- Sara...
Sara, I...
I do not like that guy.
- He's harmless.
Plus, I'm starving.
- Harmless?
- Okay, well, if we're being
honest with ourselves,
we could really use the help.
I mean, babies are expensive.
Maybe Troy and his mom
could help us.
- Baby, you're going to give
birth literally any day now.
You shouldn't be going anywhere.
- Oh, fuck.
- See? See, your body's
telling you to stay here.
- I, I um, I actually think
it's doing the opposite.
I just, I feel like I gotta get
outta this apartment and just--
- And just, just, just,
just what? Just what?
- Just don't give me
that face right now.
- I don't like that guy.
And I don't like the idea of...
of you spending time
alone with him.
- Okay, then come with me.
We can laugh about it later.
Plus, hey, we won't be alone.
His, his mother's
gonna be there too.
- Sara, I...
you're so pregnant,
it's ridiculous.
And I can't go. I have work.
- Just...
It'll be one quick dinner
and then I'll get outta there,
okay?
- I just... I...
Honestly, honestly,
can't this wait
until after you give birth?
Like...
Like, the last thing you need
is any more stress.
Mentally, physically,
emotionally, I just...
- It, it's fine.
It's just one dinner, okay?
- I just...
- Are you coming?
- Wait, wait...
What are you thinking?
What are you thinking?
What... What are you thinking?
What are you thinking?!
You're just gonna let him crawl
back under your skin?
- Carol, move.
- No!
You can't let this man
just waltz back into your life
after all this time, Sara.
I mean, like...
That man literally
abandoned you.
Like trash.
He evaporated into thin air
and left you to fend
for yourself.
Baby, what are you thinking?
- I just have to give him
a chance to make things right.
- You don't have to do anything!
- He's the baby's father, Carol.
- Just because you let this man
bust a nut in you one time
does not make him
the baby's father!
Fuck!
- Are we almost there?
- Don't worry. Soon.
- I thought you said it was
just outside the city?
- Uh, you know, just about.
Are you okay?
Um...
- Ooh.
- Uh, what's the address again?
I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna
text it to Carol quickly.
Is she really gonna come?
- Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Jesus.
Such a gentleman.
- Anything for you, Sara.
- It's quite the place.
- It is.
Let's go.
Hey, Ma, it's me!
Welcome to our home.
- Hi. I'm Sara.
- Hello.
So nice to meet you,
Sara, darling.
- It's really nice
to meet you, Mrs. Loomis.
- Uh-oh, Miss Loomis.
I've never been married,
darling.
- Oh, uh, sorry, my bad.
It's a, it's a beautiful
home you have here.
- Hmm.
- Hmm.
- Do you need help with dinner?
- Dinner's almost ready.
Why don't you show Sara
the grounds
and I'll call you
when I'm ready to serve. Hmm?
- Yeah.
Mwah.
- Oh...
- Oh?
Your mom's hot.
It's a lot of babies.
Mother loves her babies.
Ah!
- Ah!
Got it!
I've been working all week
saving my emotions
- Hi!
Saturday night
when I use my potion
To put on a face,
pretty clothes
I'm dressed to kill
It's the one night a week
I feel free to obey my will
A magic spell
that will tie and tango
- So, all of this
belongs to you?
- Yeah.
All in all, it's about 30 acres.
- Wow. It seems like a lot.
- Oh, it is.
- How do you manage all of it?
I do my best.
Mother takes care
of the house and...
I take care of the rest.
- Is this where
the magic happens?
- You could say that.
- Huh.
It's a lot of space.
- So, then this one
nearly bleeds to death.
Mother! That is enough.
I didn't bleed to death.
Well,
Troy was not much of a crier
as a child but whew,
can he sob when he needs to.
- It was a tiny, little cut
and I was fine the next day.
- Hmm.
My little man needed,
oh, what was it?
A few stitches?
Right on his...
boop.
- It doesn't really
matter anyway, does it?
Because it works just fine now.
- Hmm.
- I've got a baby to prove it.
- I mean, not quite yet.
- Soon, though.
- Soon. Yeah, hopefully.
- Oh, Sara. My God,
we are so rude.
Would you like
something to drink?
- Uh, oh no.
Um, I'm okay, thanks.
- Are you sure?
Glass of water? Milk?
- Oh, milk? Uh, wow,
I have not had
a glass of milk in forever.
Troy.
- Hmm.
- So, Sara darling,
have you thought of possibly
doing a home birth?
- Hmm, not really.
I mean, the idea is kinda cool
but my girlfriend's kind
of a hypochondriac, so...
- Girlfriend.
- Yeah.
She uh, she might actually
be joining us later.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Huh.
What kinds of stories
has my mother been
telling you now?
- Oh, wow, this milk. Wow.
- It's the best around.
Locally sourced. Unpasteurized.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Hmm.
The food's delicious.
Oh, my God.
Hmm. Sorry.
- Oh, careful now. Careful now.
Don't drink it too fast.
- Not a very good listener.
- Are you okay, babe?
- Can I use your bathroom?
- Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. Down the hall.
- Sorry.
- Girlfriend?
You fucking idiot.
- It's gonna be 20 bucks.
Thanks.
- Uh...
Uh...
Hello,
no one is available
to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
- Uh...
Hi, babe, it's...
It's... it's me.
I, uh...
I don't feel r-r... very well.
Um... are you coming?
I just, I feel kind...
I...
I texted you the address.
Um...
Uh...
- Hmm, where the fuck is she?
Oh, speak of the devil.
Ah, there she is.
- Hmm.
- Was the bathroom okay?
Sometimes I get nervous
when guests use our bathroom
because Troy forgets to flush.
Aw.
Well, boys will be boys.
- I think I'm having
a bad reaction
to the food or something.
- You're okay, sweetie.
It is time for dessert.
Oh, come on, now.
Try it.
Hmm? Hmm?
- Hmm...
- There we go.
Try...
- Wow!
- Wow.
Whoa! Wow!
Oops. Drink your milk.
Oh!
- Oh my. She fell hard.
Well, go make sure
she didn't break her nose.
- Hmm, yeah.
- Oh, there's blood.
- I think she's okay.
Oh, Troy, for fuck's sakes,
be careful?
- I'm sorry.
Should we take her to the barn?
Should we
take her to the barn?
- Wow.
I can feel him, Troy.
Oh, wow...
I can feel him.
- Bye.
Be safe! Happy Halloween!
Okay. Okay.
Hi, babe, it's...
It's... it's me. I, uh...
I don't feel r-r... very well.
Um... are you coming?
I just, I feel kind...
I...
- Why is it so far?
- I texted you the address...
Hello.
No one is available
to take your call.
Please leave a message
after the tone.
- Hey, babe, I, uh,
I'm sorry I missed your call.
Listen, I'm closing up now
so I can come and pick you up.
Probably gonna have to take
like, a cab or something.
This nigga got you
in the middle of the woods.
Yeah, like...
I'm taking my pepper spray.
I love you.
I'll see you soon.
- So, how did this happen, Troy?
How did you find her?
- She was a little fling.
She's some girl...
I hooked up with once.
It was nothing, Mother.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
I really didn't think
she was the one.
Really thought we used a condom.
- What'd I tell you
about being a whore?
Hmm?
You were not supposed to give
your seed to just anyone.
You are here on Earth
for a purpose.
Oh, what'd I tell you
about waste, boy?
- Hmm.
- So...
how did you convince her
to come here?
She lives in this shitty,
little apartment
with that girl, Carol.
Clearly, she's bored.
Or insecure.
Looking for a little spice
in her life.
- Ooh!
And?
When you touched her?
- I felt him, Mother.
Like nothing I felt
with any of the other girls.
- It's okay.
On our sixth try.
I think he has blessed us.
That's a good thing you found
Sara before she gave birth
to his child
in a public hospital.
Because...
that would have been
a real mess.
Okay, Troy.
Troy, hmm...
- Hmm.
- Hmm?
- Where... where am I?
Troy, what's...
what's going on?
- Hey, hey, relax, Sara.
Just relax.
Oh, Sara. Relax, Sara.
Sara? Sara, Sara. Sara, Sara.
You have been chosen.
You have been chosen
by a being
far more powerful than any of us
can even begin to imagine.
Sara, you have been chosen
to give birth
to the son of Satan.
Oh, no, no...
I have lived on this property
my entire life.
Now this land has been
in my family for generations.
I was born right here,
in this barn.
One day, I started
to hear the voices.
And at first, I didn't know
what to make of them.
But then, soon, I realized...
it was him.
It was Satan.
He was speaking to me. Often.
He told me I was responsible
for bringing to fruition
the prophecy
of the birth of his son
into the human world.
That I was chosen. Huh. Me!
So...
Once Troy became of age, huh,
you know, we started looking
for a suitable vessel.
A vessel?!
Yeah. Yeah.
A vessel.
Now,
we took our time
getting to know each woman.
Isolating her from her own life.
Bringing her into our family.
But, we just...
...kept finding the wrong women
over and over and over.
Sacrificing and
shedding blood for him, waiting.
And now, here you are.
Chosen.
Beyond any reason,
chosen to bring us his gift.
Sara, what are you looking at?
Sara, what are you looking at?
Is it him? Is it him?
Is he there?
Why can't I see him?
Tell me! Tell me, Sara,
is he here?
Why can't I see him?
- Don't be scared, Sara.
You're special.
So many girls would want
to be in your position.
- Hey, you...
Listen, you bitch!
You stop it.
I will gag you again.
I will gag you again!
You're doing good.
You're doing good. Come on.
Come on, keep breathing.
Keep breathing. Keep pushing.
Good girl.
- Huh?
- Sara? Sara, look at me.
Don't listen to that.
That, you've gotta keep pushing.
You've gotta keep pushing.
- Help me!
- Are you in some
sort of trouble?
- Honestly, I...
I don't know what
I'm getting myself into.
- Do you want me to hang around
and wait for a while?
- No.
Actually, yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, if it's not
too much trouble?
I'm just gonna go and grab
my girlfriend,
and then we'll be
out of your hair.
- No trouble at all.
I can stick around
until I get another call.
- Yeah?
- You be careful, okay?
- Okay.
- Stop it. Shut up!
Stop it, Sara. Shh!
Calm down.
Help me! Help me!
- Carol.
- Ah! Fuck!
- Sorry. I didn't mean
to scare you.
- Hi, Troy.
I just...
I'm just here to pick up Sara.
- Uh, come on in.
- Cool staircase.
This place is huge.
- The house was built in 1836
by my great-great-great...
-great-great-grandfather,
William Loomis.
The first seances
in Canadian history
took place on this
very property.
- Where's Sara?
- My mother's giving her
a tour of the garden.
She loves showing off
all her old antiques. Huh.
- Hmm.
- Would you like a drink?
- Uh, no. Listen, I'm just here
to save you the trouble
of going back into the city.
Taxi's waiting outside,
so I'm just gonna grab
Sara and go.
- Carol...
What's wrong?
- No!
- Come on, darling.
You can do it, sweetheart!
- Yah!
Fuck this.
- Come here!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Ooh!
Ah! Oh, fuck!
- Sara! Sara!
- Ah, fuck!
Okay. Sara,
you've gotta calm down.
- Ah!
- Okay, push.
- I am!
Sara! Sara! Sara!!
- Good girl.
Sara!
Sara!
Get in the fucking car!
- What the fuck's
going on, lady?
- That mother fucker
tried to kill me!
Get in the car!
Get the fuck in the car!
Wait, look! Look out,
behind you! Behind you!
- Ah!
- Don't listen to that, Sara.
Keep pushing. Keep pushing.
Oh, shit!
Haha!
Don't do that.
Ah! Ow!
- Ah!
- Who... do you think you are?
Sara belongs to us now.
And that baby...
That baby is mine.
- Ah!
Oh...
- You fucking son of a bitch.
Get off of me!
- I could kill you right now.
But I think I'm gonna
leave you right here.
The coyotes get real hungry
this time of night.
- Push Sara. Keep pushing.
Push!
- It hurts so much.
- Come on. Come on,
you can do this.
You can do this. Come on.
Come on, you can do this!
You're barely dilated.
- Fuck you!
Fuck you!
- Listen to me, Sara.
Listen to me.
- Get outta there!
- Sara, Sara, you've gotta
keep pushing. Come on, Sara.
Breathe, push.
Something is wrong. Goddammit!
Something is really wrong.
She's barely even dilated.
Come on, Sara. Come on, Sara!
Uh...
Troy, grab her.
- Mother, be careful.
- Come to me, baby boy. Oh.
Oh, oh baby.
Oh. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Why... why does it
look like that?
- Where's the raw meat?
He needs to feed immediately.
- Fuck! I left the meat
in the house.
- Idiot.
You're the most beautiful
baby boy.
- Mother, be careful
with those little claws.
- Oh, shut the fuck up.
He would never hurt me.
Oh.
Oh...
Oh, you like my hair?
- Just...
Just don't hurt my baby.
- My baby. There's my baby.
Okay, baby.
No. No, baby. No. Let go.
Let go.
No, baby.
Mother!
What did you fucking do?
- You fucking bitch!
Come here.
Get me outta these.
What the... Shit.
Okay. Okay.
I'm here. I'm here.
I'm here. I'm here.
I'm here.
- I'm here, too.
I think.
- Is this a bad time
to tell you I told you so?
Hey.
- Where's the baby?
Wait, where's the baby?
Where's... where's the baby?
- Here.
- Where the fuck are we?
- I don't know.
There.
Oh, okay, wait, wait. Okay.
Wait. Wait.
Is he okay?
- I think so.
He's our little baby.
Ow.
Satan is real
Working in spirit
You can see him and hear him
In this world every day
Satan is real
Working with power
He can tempt you
and lead you astray
Hi!