The Other People (2025) Movie Script
1
No! He's going to get me. No!
Tickle bees!
So, what do you think, kiddo?
-Smells like cigarettes.
-Oh.
Well, yeah. The previous owners
were smokers,
but I've already put a call in
to the cleaning company we use.
A little shampoo on the carpet,
some air freshener.
Good as new.
See? We're going
to be just fine.
Well, it should be all ready
by tomorrow afternoon.
Oh. Sounds good.
Well, the movers should be here
with the rest of the stuff by then.
Perfect. Well, I will
get out of your hair,
but let me know if
you have any problems.
Will do. Thank you.
Wow. Should we lock up?
What are you doing, Daddy?
I just wanted to see
if anybody would answer.
-Should we get some lunch?
-Yeah.
Let's do it.
-What do you want?
-Chicken.
Chicken. Good Choice.
Well, look, I appreciate you
showing me around.
I'm looking forward to meeting
the rest of the team.
Won't take very long.
Just me
and Miss Polly Pocket Science.
Well, good to know
you guys get along.
Yeah.
Here's the team.
-Hi. Hi Miss Craddock.
-Hi.
-Dr. William Mar--
-William Francis Marsh,
a leading authority
on memory and perception.
Your research is inspired.
I read your book twice.
-Oh. Well.
-Sorry. I'm talking too much.
No. I'm flattered.
I feel like more
people participated
in the study than read the book,
-but thank you.
-Sure.
Stop it.
It's nice to finally meet you, Dr. Marsh.
Yeah, the pleasure's mine.
Yeah.
Oh, hey. Your kid, she's--
Oh, she'll be alright.
No, we need the mask.
Hey, there.
Shh. It's okay.
I like your mask.
Is your Mommy or Daddy around?
This is an awfully big place for
such a small girl
to be wandering,
even if she is a
graceful monkey dancer.
Do you like dancing?
I was going to
finish rehearsing.
You want me to teach you?
I'll tell you what.
We'll practice
through a few steps,
and then maybe you can help me
find your folks.
That sound like a plan?
Okay, great.
Stand right there.
Place your feet.
Exactly. Someone's
done this before.
Okay. It's an eight count.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
One. Two. Three. Four.
-You're getting it. Five. Six--
-Hey!
Hey! There you are.
What are you doing? I thought
I told you to stay close.
Sorry, Daddy.
Who's your friend here?
-Rachel Myers. Nice to meet you.
-Hi, I'm William.
I'm Abby Marsh.
Abby Marsh is a real funny name
for a gorilla.
Look, Rachel, thank
you for watching her.
I-- God, I thought I'd lost
her there for a second, so
Oh. Well, don't mistake
this for altruism.
This university
houses the state's
largest banana cache,
and I've been tasked with guarding it, so
Holding up a monkey like this
is just kind of my job--
Gorillas are apes.
Oh, really? Are they?
Well, The Book of Banana
Bylaws clearly states that
"Any and all great
apes be escorted
forthwith to the
banana storehouses
to have banana-related fun
playing banana-related games."
There's no banana storehouses.
There is too.
But it's for apes,
not giggly little girls.
Hey, what are you
doing right now?
We were gonna go
get some coffee.
You wanna get some
coffee or something?
Uh
Well, that is very
presumptuous of you, professor.
Abby Marsh, would you
like to get a coffee with me?
Great.
Then it's a date.
I just need to finish
setting up for class,
and then we'll go.
-Okay.
-Okay.
Hey, Abby, you wanna show your
dad the dance that we learned?
Yeah!
Alright.
Oh, no.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I wouldn't know what to do.
Oh, come on, Pops. It's easy.
Yeah. Come on, Pops.
-Alright.
-Put your stuff down. Come on, let's try.
Yeah. Okay. Yeah.
-You, mister, come with me this way.
-Yes. Okay.
Stand right here.
Very nice.
First position.
-Okay.
-First position.
Very nice.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
One. Two.
Three. Four.
Five. Six.
Seven. And
Big finish.
Oh, coming in and hey-o-ba-ba.
Thank you. Thank you.
Very good.
-Thanks--
-Tag! You're it!
How's it going? Good.
When do we get cake?
Yeah, Billy,
-when are we going to get cake?
-Don't be rude.
Oh, please, just call me William.
Well, alright then.
Ah, shit. Got a cold one.
Bodies turn up in this town
like they're on sale.
Jesus Christ, Dad. You are not at
the cop bar with your buddies.
-What?
-You are at a children's birthday party--
You know what?
I think now
is the perfect time for cake.
Who wants cake?
-Me! Me!
-Be safe.
Sorry.
-That's all good.
-Rachel?
Can I take some cake to Eric?
Umm
How about I save him a piece
for later?
Okay?
Thanks, Rachel.
Okay, everyone.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Abby
Happy birthday to you
Make a wish, kiddo.
I wish you could have
come to my party.
I know everyone would like you.
How was your cake?
Here. Take this.
There. Now it's much easier
to see your face.
You know, every time
I do dishes, I think
of that movie, Adventures
in Babysitting,
where the kid shoots
the dishes with a shotgun.
You mean, Don't Tell Mom
the Babysitter's Dead.
Nah, I'm pretty sure it's
Adventures in Babysitting.
The dishes are done, man!
Yeah, Adventures in Babysitting.
Right.
Is that the one
where Kelly Bundy and
her brother have to
fend for themselves
because the old woman
who was supposed
to watch them dies
of natural causes?
Yeah.
And no one knew she was dead,
so they couldn't tell
their mom about it.
Yeah.
Dammit.
TV rots your brain.
You know what? I don't know if I've
ever seen Adventures in Babysitting.
Oh.
What a mess.
Emily, you know you don't
have to stay and do this.
No, I know. I-- I want to.
I gave Abby a piece
of cake for Eric.
Rachel
You know what? Then you can deal
with her when she OD's on glucose.
Sorry.
But she asked.
And it was her birthday,
and I didn't know what to do.
Still getting used to all this.
Rachel, you can't keep
supporting this Eric business.
Is it really so bad that she
has an imaginary friend?
It's not healthy.
There's a room full of people,
and it's Eric, this and Eric that.
She's coping. New school.
New house. Shit's tough.
It's normal for her to
create someone to confide in.
Yeah, but she's obsessed.
I mean, how is she supposed
to make any new friends?
Rachel's right.
I used to tell all my secrets to
this little teddy bear named Petey.
It was safe, you know?
He's soft and cuddly, and
sometimes that's just easier.
Hell, I think I still have him.
Does that make me
scarred? Damaged?
-That's not what I'm talking about.
-No?
It's just when
you encourage her.
I don't know, I just, I feel like
the bad guy on this, you know?
So don't be the bad guy.
Let her play her games
and draw in her little books.
You know, just have fun with her.
A healthy imagination is one
thing, but right now she needs
a parent, not a buddy.
I just don't want to lose her
down the rabbit hole.
She'll be fine.
Remember in the end,
Alice wakes up in time for tea.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Okay.
It's finished.
See? This is Daddy.
This is Rachel.
This is me, and this is you.
All one happy family.
Don't shake your head.
I know Daddy and
Rachel will love you,
and you will love them.
What are you afraid of?
Hey, give that back.
Where are you going?
Hey, kiddo, it's time for bed.
I want to play with Eric.
No more Eric tonight,
okay? That's it.
Come on, let's go.
Abby, what do we do
with toys after play?
We put them away so we don't
fall and knock our teeth out.
That's right.
And we all want to keep
our teeth, don't we?
Happy birthday.
-Thanks.
-Did you have a fun day?
What's wrong?
I miss her too.
I love you.
I love you. You know that, right?
More than anything in
the whole wide world.
Goodnight. Sleep tight.
And don't let the bedbugs bite.
Goodnight, Eric.
Goodnight, Abby.
Hi.
Hey.
She asleep?
Yeah.
-Would you hurry up?
-I'm going.
Fast as I can.
Hey! No biting!
Whoops.
-Daddy!
-Oh, shit.
Daddy! Daddy!
Goddammit.
Abby?
No! Daddy!
-No!
-Hey, what's going on? Hey!
Don't let him get me!
Nobody's going to get you, honey.
I'm right here.
He's here! The scary man!
Don't let him get me!
Alright, honey.
Nobody's going to get you, okay?
Here, look, I'll show you.
-Okay? I'll show you.
-No, Daddy, don't!
See?
Look, Abby.
Under the bed.
He's under the bed!
Alright, alright.
I'll check. Okay?
-No.
-Alright, Daddy's checking, okay?
No.
-Nobody's under the bed. It's just us.
-He was here.
He was here.
-I promise he was here, Daddy.
-Okay.
Look, I think you just
need to get back to sleep.
No. Don't make me stay here.
I can't stay here.
No!
Okay. Alright.
Come on. I got ya.
Hello.
Oh, I got you, kiddo.
Look, I'll stay here with you
all night if I need to, okay?
Here, honey. Drink this.
It'll help you sleep.
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
It was just a bad dream.
It wasn't a dream.
It was a man.
Honey, just drink
your milk, alright?
You're going to be fine.
Maybe y'all should
just come to bed.
No, we don't want
to bother you.
Go in there. I'll stay with
her tonight. Go get some rest.
I got this.
At least someone slept.
Yeah.
-You gonna be okay?
-Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I'll pull it together.
I'll put the kettle on.
Where losing doesn't
Hurt like this
Of all the space you
Said we need to take
It won't change what I meant.
Only wanted to love
And to be loved.
Rachel? This isn't
the right way.
Says who?
But school is that way.
I know.
Want my body
Shattered with song
Stand still, boy.
In darkness there is no shadow.
What the hell?
I just bought this.
-Daddy!
-Hey!
Oh, wow. Looks like
somebody had some fun today.
We thought you might
be a little bit
angry about that,
so we brought home
-pizza!
-Pizza!
And
-movies!
-Movies.
So now, Abby, why
don't you show your
Daddy the new dress
that you bought,
-and I'll start the oven?
-Okay.
What are you doing?
You can't pull her out
of school on a Tuesday.
Come on, one day is not going
to affect her SAT scores.
Lighten up, she's excited.
Rachel, where are my deely bobbers?
They are right here.
Your daddy will bring them to you.
Oh, wow. These are cool.
Did you get me a pair?
- What's that noise?
- Oh, I don't know.
I kind of fell half asleep.
For a moment, I thought it
was something from a dream.
It's somewhere in the house!
Yeah, it's on the floor above.
Not directly over us. Probably
a room overlooking the driveway.
What a sweetheart, huh?
It was nice to see
her smile so big.
Sometimes you just
need a little spoiling.
Yeah, we all do.
She didn't mention Eric.
Not once.
Who needs imaginary boys when
you're having so much real fun?
Yeah, you were right.
I'm sorry, I don't think
I heard that last part.
You were right.
Don't you forget it.
You feeling alright?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Just tired.
Yeah, we both could use a rest.
Hey, what do you say we put her
back in her own bed tonight?
We could use the break.
Okay.
Alright. Come on, sweetheart.
Come on.
Oh, come here.
Oh, goodness.
Alright.
Well, doctor, in the layman's language
he didn't know what hit him.
I'll be back bright and early
in the morning.
Neither snow, nor
rain, nor heat,
nor gloom of night
stays these couriers
from the swift completion of
their appointed rounds.
A lot of people are due for a
shock when I close this case.
Yes, I'm sure they are.
Goodnight, Andy. Don't get hurt.
Okay. Goodnight, sweetheart.
Sweet dreams.
Daddy?
Daddy? Where are you?
Honey, what's going on?
I don't wanna sleep alone.
-You're going to be fi--
-Daddy, I'm scared!
There's nothing to be scared of.
Morning's going to be here
before you know it, okay?
He'll get me again.
Nobody's going
to get you, honey.
Can I sleep in your room?
Alright, fine. Let's go. Come on.
Alright. Go, lie down.
Will, come on, you're
going to be late.
Will, I'm still
smelling cigarettes.
You got to call that
company back about the--
Get your fill, snack monster?
Huh?
Here, smell this.
I don't know.
I just don't smell it.
It is driving me crazy.
Just kind of wafts by
every now and again.
Well, I've been meaning to
call the cleaning company.
I just keep forgetting.
Hey, have you seen
my other sock?
The operative word in
that question is my.
Helpful.
Well, it's not like it just
walked away. Here, put this on.
Go get the rest of your stuff.
Abby! Come and say goodbye
to your Daddy, sweetheart.
-Is Emily coming here?
-No, I'm going to pick her up.
Look, are you sure
you're going to be okay?
Oh, my God. It's just
a weekend conference.
I should skip it.
Don't be dramatic.
Abby! Hop to it, kid.
Okay.
Bye, kiddo.
-You be good, okay?
-Okay.
Be careful, Daddy.
Wild, reckless, abandon.
We know that things
are right or things are wrong
without necessarily
having the evidence for it.
That the evidence in some ways
follows our convictions
-Everything okay?
-Yep. Sure.
And what we know about people is
that we tend to
seek out information
that confirms our
beliefs instead of
information that
would disconfirm them.
Abby, honey? Do you mind
checking the laundry for me?
Oh!
Damn it! Abby!
I told you to pick up your toys.
Oof.
Hello?
Jesus!
Oh, my God!
Honey, I'm so sorry.
-Are you okay?
-It's okay.
I think the laundry's done.
I heard the buzzer.
Oh, thank you for checking.
You're welcome.
Can we have popcorn
with our movie?
Yeah. That sounds good.
I'll meet you down there in a minute.
Great! I'll tell Eric.
Or maybe I'm
Fucked in the head
But honey I miss you to death
To death
-Hey, Emily?
-One second.
-Hi.
-Hey.
Hi.
Um, presentation's
in a few hours.
So if you wanted to grab some lunch,
we should probably do it soon.
Okay. I'm gonna
take a quick shower,
and then I'll be ready
in twenty minutes.
-Sounds good.
-Okay.
Hey, Rachel. Are you still awake?
Sure am. What's up?
Do you know how my Momma died?
Yes, honey, I do.
Okay. Just checking.
Do you want to talk about it?
No.
Do you know that feeling
when you're climbing a tree?
And, uh,
you reach for the next branch,
but then your hand slips.
You know you're
going to fall, right?
And there's this rush that
sort of electrifies your body.
Sure.
I feel just like that right now.
You feel like you're
falling out of a tree?
Yeah. I do.
Okay.
You know, when I was a kid,
I did fall out of a tree.
And, uh,
shattered my arm.
The funny thing is,
is I don't remember the break.
I just remember the
the freefall.
Honestly, I can't be sure if I
slipped or if I just let go.
Open the pod bay door, Hal.
You need your key, Dave.
Yeah.
Keys. Right.
I forgot about those.
What time is it?
Oh, it's late. One-thirty? Two o'clock?
I guess time flies
when you're drinking rum.
Yeah, it does.
Hey, thanks a lot for tonight.
I had a lot of fun.
Had.
Come on.
Good night, Emily.
You're welcome.
-For what?
-For the fun or whatever.
You're welcome.
I'll see you in the morning.
You've reached
Dr. William Marsh.
I can't come to the
phone right now.
Please leave your
name, your number,
and a message, and I'll
call you right back.
It's okay.
Hi.
Mrs. Elster?
Are you home?
Hello? I, I made coffee.
Hi, neighbor.
Who are you?
How do you know my name?
Oh, it's on your mailbox.
I brought coffee.
Well, you coming in,
or you just gonna stand
out there breathing
in the moonlight?
This is very good coffee.
If you can find
another body instead
of Sam's, it's alright with me.
- There's half a million in it for you .
-Rachel?
I'll do my best.
I smell smoke!
Hi, Daddy.
Look, doctor, the
woods are on fire.
It's coming this way.
We've got to get out of here.
We will.
May I watch TV with
you a little while?
Soon as I provide that body
we were talking about.
Why do you sleep in this RV?
Why do you sleep in your house?
Because it's my house.
Well, this is my RV.
But that is also
your house, right?
My husband and I bought this RV.
We were going to take it
across country together.
Our two children were killed.
He didn't last much longer.
Somehow, I was left behind.
I was left to live with it.
The stories that
echo through those rooms
are ones that I would
rather not hear again.
That's terrible. I had no idea.
To answer your question
I don't know whose
house that is anymore.
It's just
empty now.
So I take care of it.
I guess I'll always
take care of it.
I'm so sorry, Mrs. Elster.
For what?
How I feel?
How my story made you feel?
-I'm sorry--
-Oh, Christ.
Stop with apologies.
They weaken your spine.
Why are you here?
Honestly, I don't really know.
I just had to get
out of that house.
Starting to go a little crazy.
Violence! Violence! Violence!
This is one of the characteristics
of the devil and demons.
-Mrs. Elster
-Call me Wendy.
Wendy
you've been in this neighborhood
a long time.
Have you ever seen
or heard of any
weird things happening here?
What kind of weird things?
Hey! Hun!
Come away from there.
Ain't nothing in there for you.
What's got you wandering
around out here in the dark?
I had a bad dream.
Abby, are you okay?
-I had a bad dream.
-Oh, honey.
Let's go back inside.
Come on.
You know, Abby,
I had a little girl like you.
She liked to dance.
Do you like to dance?
I bet you dance real pretty.
I think I have some
ice cream in here somewhere.
Would you like some ice cream?
It's okay, sweetheart.
I hope you like strawberry.
I have bad dreams sometimes.
They say you can tell a lot about
a person from the dreams they have.
It was just a dream, honey.
You're safe now.
She's had a lot of
bad dreams lately.
What was your dream about?
I fell asleep watching
TV with Daddy.
And then the scary man try to
pick me up and carry me away.
But your daddy's at his
conference, sweetheart.
Why was he trying
to carry you away?
He's mad because I
was playing with Eric.
-Eric is her imaginary friend.
-He's not imaginary.
But I don't think he
wants to play anymore.
He's not supposed to.
And who says he's
not supposed to?
The scary man.
He hurts him when we play.
Has the scary man
tried to hurt you?
Yes.
And what does the
scary man look like?
I-- I don't ever see him
because he lives in the dark.
I close my eyes when it's dark,
but I know he's there.
How do you know he's there?
I can hear him breathing.
I think it's good
that Eric and the
scary man are secrets.
Daddy says it's not
good to keep secrets.
Well, there's different
kinds of secrets.
There are those that
protect yourself.
There are those that
protect the ones you love.
And sometimes there are secrets
that do both. Do you understand?
I think so.
Let's say you're out exploring.
Do you like exploring?
Well, have you ever been out
exploring and turned
over a big rock?
I guess.
And what did you find
living under there?
Bugs?
That's right, bugs.
And you see that
rock is their home.
Sometimes the bugs
are okay with you
being there because
they're nice,
and they like to play.
But, sometimes they are mean
bugs that bite and sting.
There's just some rocks in this world,
it's best not to look under.
Are you scared of
bugs, Mrs. Elster?
It--
It's just
It's just better to leave
some of them alone, is all.
Is that why you
sleep in your truck?
That is enough fun for tonight.
Y'all need to get going.
I'm sorry. She didn't
mean to upset you.
I have indulged these fantasies
as long as I care to--
It's not fantasy!
Bad dreams and imaginary boys
aren't real, Abby.
You need to grow up and
forget this nonsense.
But, you said--
Just leave me alone!
Okay. Abby let's, let's go.
Next time you want to
bring a bucket full of problems
to my door in the middle of the
night, you just skip it, okay?
What are you so afraid of?
I ain't afraid of nothing
'cause there is nothing
to be afraid of.
Now you get on out of here, and
you hold that little girl close.
There's a storm coming.
Go. go.
Come out, you fucking coward!
We had a deal.
Shit!
Oh, God.
Oh, shit!
Hey, Nick.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I'm fine.
It's a late night.
A string of late
nights, actually.
No worries.
-Doing the big guy then?
-Yeah. Thank you.
That'll be four even.
Here you go.
Thank y--
Emily?
Hi! Rachel, how are you?
Confused, I guess.
I thought you guys
weren't getting back
until later tonight.
William didn't call you?
No, he--
What happened? Is he home?
Uh, the conference
wasn't everything
that we'd hoped
that it would be.
So, Dr. Marsh was very eager
to get back right away.
So where is he now?
I don't know. We haven't spoken
since early this morning.
No, um
You know what? Actually, I have
to go, but have a good day, okay?
Oh.
Nick?
I'm going to need
another one of those,
and like a
bagel or something.
Oh, my God.
-This is just drugs.
-Clearly some kind of opiate.
-Why didn't you call?
-I did.
Not then. I mean, earlier.
I'm just supposed to
randomly hear from
Emily in a coffee
shop that you're home.
I just, you know,
we left so early,
I thought you'd
still be sleeping.
Fat chance of that.
Well, I was being optimistic,
but yeah, you're right.
I should have called.
You said you weren't
going to be home till tonight.
Well, I wasn't being productive.
And you know what? To be honest,
I was worried
about you and Abby.
Abby is scared, Will.
Real scared.
She's not like a
kid who's scared
of what she might
find in the dark.
She is scared of the thing in
the dark that already found her.
Kids always think there's a monster
under the bed. That's normal.
The look on her face.
Wendy's face had
that exact same look.
Who's Wendy?
Wendy--
Are you talking
about the same crazy,
drunk lady who lives
in a trailer in front
of her own empty house?
I didn't want to talk to Wendy, Will.
I wanted to talk to you.
But you were otherwise
indisposed with
your all-important
work at the conference,
-Dr. Marsh.
-Fuck.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Don't apologize.
Makes your spine weak.
What does that mean?
Honey, you got to
keep it together here.
Oh, my God.
We just got to
keep communicating.
What is it?
How much peanut butter
would you say you eat?
What?
Say in a week.
I don't know.
Do we use it for anything
other than Abby's sandwiches?
So, maybe
two to three sandwiches a week.
But you wouldn't say
it's a lot, right?
I dunno. What are
you getting at?
-We're out of peanut butter.
-Okay.
I went to make Abby's
lunch this morning,
and the jar was almost empty.
And I could swear I bought it
just last week.
So you think we got a
peanut butter ghoulie now?
I can't keep going like this. I--
Where are you going?
Ah! Shit.
Hey!
Let go.
You okay, sweetheart?
Yeah.
-What do you have there?
-Nothing.
You sure?
Yep. I'm fine.
Are you okay?
You look really tired.
Well, that's because
someone keeps
kicking me in the
shins every night.
You know I get the jimmy legs.
Your face has jimmy legs.
Okay, sweetheart, I just
wanted to make sure you're okay.
You want to come help
me set the table in a bit?
Sure.
Okay.
"'Twas brillig, and
the slithy toves.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
and the mome raths outgrabe."
"It seems very pretty, she
said when she had finished it.
But it's rather
hard to understand.
You see, she didn't like to
confess, even to herself,
that she couldn't
make it out at all.
Somehow it seems to
fill my head with ideas
only I don't exactly
know what they are!
However, somebody
killed something,
that's clear, at any rate--'"
She asleep?
She'll be fine.
We're only ten steps away.
I don't know if she's ready.
She'll be fine. We need
to do this. Come on.
Goodnight baby.
Come on, sleepy-head,
time to make the donuts.
William!
-What's wrong?
-I can't find Abby.
What?
Abby.
Hey, come on out, honey.
Abby?
Abby!
Oh, shit.
Has she ever tried
to run away before?
She didn't run away.
She's eight years old.
Where's she going to go?
-How's she even going to get there?
-He's trying to help.
It's okay.
I'd be out of my mind
if I were in y'all's shoes.
We're all focused on
finding her, Billy.
Has anything gone missing?
Her journal.
Her journal is gone.
If she's run away. It makes
sense she'd take it with her.
-Fuck this.
-Will!
I'm not going to
sit around and wait
while Abby's out
there in the cold.
What are you going to do?
-I'm going to go find her.
-Find her where?
You can't just go driving through
the streets like a madman.
We need to think this through.
There's nothing to think about.
She's my daughter.
Nah. He's right.
We can let one of these
other guys push the paper.
-What?
-I ain't going to try to stop you,
but I sure as shit ain't going
to let you go out alone.
We'll start inthe park, work our way
through the neighborhood.
Here.
Warm her up, Billy,
but don't get too familiar.
I'm driving.
Listen, I know this is scary.
A lot of times, these kids are
home by dinner.
We'll find her.
Nice color by the way.
Pretty blue.
It was my Mother's favorite.
What the fuck are we doing?
What do I do?
Hey. Hey. I'm here.
I'm here.
Hello?
What do you want?
Mrs. Elster?
Wendy?
Are you there?
Wendy?
Fuck.
Where the hell have you been?
-We gotta go right now.
-What? What are you talking about?
-I'll tell you on the road.
-No, you'll tell me now!
What is going on?
We have to get
out of this house.
It's not safe here anymore.
I don't even know
if it's safe to talk.
Rachel, this is our house.
There's nothing here.
You have to stop this.
-You're freaking me out.
-You should be freaked out.
I am fucking terrified.
Look at this!
-What is this?
-I don't know what it is, Will.
A warning?
A threat?
I'm trying to tell you.
I've been trying to tell you.
There is something here.
Something living in our house.
In Wendy's house.
Who knows where else they are?
And whatever they are,
burned that in our kitchen.
You're not making
any goddamn sense.
Haven't you seen them?
Figures moving
through the night
darker than the shadows.
The floors creaking,
clothes out of place,
food missing,
it was all right here.
We just didn't listen.
You're delirious.
-When's the last time you slept?
-No.
No.
There are
ghosts
or
goblins, or some fucking thing
living in this house.
They are very real.
And they are very pissed off.
They've already done
Lord knows what to Abby.
How dare you bring
my daughter into
whatever this is?
I'm sorry.
-But this is about Abby.
-Okay.
Okay, so then we're on some
Indian burial ground.
Is that it?
Oh, wait! No!
Maybe we've stumbled
onto a suicide cult house.
A portal to hell?
Wormhole to space?
-Do you even hear yourself?
-Do you even hear me?
The truth doesn't
care what you think.
The truth is,
my daughter is fucking missing.
But why would I count on you
when it's not like--
Go ahead. Say it.
Not like I'm her mother.
That's what you
were going to say.
Heather died, Will.
And you never fucking
dealt with it.
Well, you're not the only one
that's lost people.
But our daughter needs us right now.
I need you right now!
If there were people hiding in
our house, I would know about it.
-I'm not an idiot.
-No.
You're an educated man.
But it is real easy to hide
when no one is looking for you.
I know it sounds crazy.
I'm not crazy.
-So it's my fault.
-Jesus, Will!
This is not about what either
of us have or haven't done.
This is about believing me now.
-This is about doing something now--
-Don't you act like I'm not a participant
in this house just
because you got spooked
by some bumps in
the night, Rachel.
-No.
-I'm gonna go make some coffee,
and then I'm gonna
go find our daughter.
Does anyone else want one?
Casper? Count Chocula?
Anyone?
No? Good.
You can stay up here and
set up cameras or something.
Will, wait. Don't!
Will, forget about everything, just go--
What the hell?
Who the fuck are you?
Help!
Somebody help me!
Help!
Stay with me, baby.
Nine-One-One.
What's your emergency?
There's someone in my house.
Are you hurt? Are you safe?
No. It's my husband,
he's hurt.
Try and stay calm.
We have people on the way.
Will.
We searched the house.
We couldn't find anything.
You won't find anything.
So we're looking
at the wife, then?
-She's a victim, Peters, not a suspect.
-Respectfully, sir.
-I think she is.
-Respectfully, Peters, go fuck yourself.
Take her to Mickerson's.
That's an order, son.
So who do you suppose put
that bruise on her neck, then?
Something with a
strong right hand.
You shouldn't be alone tonight.
We have a motel room for you.
Peters will take you.
Goddamn it, Jim.
Nobody believes me.
I believe you.
But whatever you do, don't come
back to this fucking house.
Get some rest.
A statewide Amber
Alert has been issued
on behalf of the Metro
Police Department
for Abby Marsh.
Abby is an eight-year-old female,
four feet tall, 38 pounds,
with brown hair and brown eyes.
Abby was last seen
wearing mix-matched
pajamas and was
possibly barefoot.
Abby was last known to be at her residence
near Estes Park and Dakota Dr.
in South Nashville.
If you have seen Abby
Who are you?
What are you?
Can you even understand me?
What have you done with Abby?
How did you get in my house?
Whoever said it was your house.
Fuck.
What do you want from us?
A cigarette.
I don't smoke.
I know.
Who are you?
We're the part of
the dark that moves.
It would have been
so simple.
All you had to do was leave.
You stalked us.
You attacked us.
You're wearing my
fucking nightgown!
Why are you here?
You can't see that we
all want the same thing.
But it's too late for that now.
What do you mean, too late?
You turned over the wrong rock.
No!
No!
Alright, you weird fucks,
where is she?
What did you do to her?
Just couldn't leave well
enough alone, could you?
Where is she?
How many of you are there?
Talk, you crazy bitch!
No! He's going to get me. No!
Tickle bees!
So, what do you think, kiddo?
-Smells like cigarettes.
-Oh.
Well, yeah. The previous owners
were smokers,
but I've already put a call in
to the cleaning company we use.
A little shampoo on the carpet,
some air freshener.
Good as new.
See? We're going
to be just fine.
Well, it should be all ready
by tomorrow afternoon.
Oh. Sounds good.
Well, the movers should be here
with the rest of the stuff by then.
Perfect. Well, I will
get out of your hair,
but let me know if
you have any problems.
Will do. Thank you.
Wow. Should we lock up?
What are you doing, Daddy?
I just wanted to see
if anybody would answer.
-Should we get some lunch?
-Yeah.
Let's do it.
-What do you want?
-Chicken.
Chicken. Good Choice.
Well, look, I appreciate you
showing me around.
I'm looking forward to meeting
the rest of the team.
Won't take very long.
Just me
and Miss Polly Pocket Science.
Well, good to know
you guys get along.
Yeah.
Here's the team.
-Hi. Hi Miss Craddock.
-Hi.
-Dr. William Mar--
-William Francis Marsh,
a leading authority
on memory and perception.
Your research is inspired.
I read your book twice.
-Oh. Well.
-Sorry. I'm talking too much.
No. I'm flattered.
I feel like more
people participated
in the study than read the book,
-but thank you.
-Sure.
Stop it.
It's nice to finally meet you, Dr. Marsh.
Yeah, the pleasure's mine.
Yeah.
Oh, hey. Your kid, she's--
Oh, she'll be alright.
No, we need the mask.
Hey, there.
Shh. It's okay.
I like your mask.
Is your Mommy or Daddy around?
This is an awfully big place for
such a small girl
to be wandering,
even if she is a
graceful monkey dancer.
Do you like dancing?
I was going to
finish rehearsing.
You want me to teach you?
I'll tell you what.
We'll practice
through a few steps,
and then maybe you can help me
find your folks.
That sound like a plan?
Okay, great.
Stand right there.
Place your feet.
Exactly. Someone's
done this before.
Okay. It's an eight count.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
One. Two. Three. Four.
-You're getting it. Five. Six--
-Hey!
Hey! There you are.
What are you doing? I thought
I told you to stay close.
Sorry, Daddy.
Who's your friend here?
-Rachel Myers. Nice to meet you.
-Hi, I'm William.
I'm Abby Marsh.
Abby Marsh is a real funny name
for a gorilla.
Look, Rachel, thank
you for watching her.
I-- God, I thought I'd lost
her there for a second, so
Oh. Well, don't mistake
this for altruism.
This university
houses the state's
largest banana cache,
and I've been tasked with guarding it, so
Holding up a monkey like this
is just kind of my job--
Gorillas are apes.
Oh, really? Are they?
Well, The Book of Banana
Bylaws clearly states that
"Any and all great
apes be escorted
forthwith to the
banana storehouses
to have banana-related fun
playing banana-related games."
There's no banana storehouses.
There is too.
But it's for apes,
not giggly little girls.
Hey, what are you
doing right now?
We were gonna go
get some coffee.
You wanna get some
coffee or something?
Uh
Well, that is very
presumptuous of you, professor.
Abby Marsh, would you
like to get a coffee with me?
Great.
Then it's a date.
I just need to finish
setting up for class,
and then we'll go.
-Okay.
-Okay.
Hey, Abby, you wanna show your
dad the dance that we learned?
Yeah!
Alright.
Oh, no.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I wouldn't know what to do.
Oh, come on, Pops. It's easy.
Yeah. Come on, Pops.
-Alright.
-Put your stuff down. Come on, let's try.
Yeah. Okay. Yeah.
-You, mister, come with me this way.
-Yes. Okay.
Stand right here.
Very nice.
First position.
-Okay.
-First position.
Very nice.
Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
One. Two.
Three. Four.
Five. Six.
Seven. And
Big finish.
Oh, coming in and hey-o-ba-ba.
Thank you. Thank you.
Very good.
-Thanks--
-Tag! You're it!
How's it going? Good.
When do we get cake?
Yeah, Billy,
-when are we going to get cake?
-Don't be rude.
Oh, please, just call me William.
Well, alright then.
Ah, shit. Got a cold one.
Bodies turn up in this town
like they're on sale.
Jesus Christ, Dad. You are not at
the cop bar with your buddies.
-What?
-You are at a children's birthday party--
You know what?
I think now
is the perfect time for cake.
Who wants cake?
-Me! Me!
-Be safe.
Sorry.
-That's all good.
-Rachel?
Can I take some cake to Eric?
Umm
How about I save him a piece
for later?
Okay?
Thanks, Rachel.
Okay, everyone.
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Abby
Happy birthday to you
Make a wish, kiddo.
I wish you could have
come to my party.
I know everyone would like you.
How was your cake?
Here. Take this.
There. Now it's much easier
to see your face.
You know, every time
I do dishes, I think
of that movie, Adventures
in Babysitting,
where the kid shoots
the dishes with a shotgun.
You mean, Don't Tell Mom
the Babysitter's Dead.
Nah, I'm pretty sure it's
Adventures in Babysitting.
The dishes are done, man!
Yeah, Adventures in Babysitting.
Right.
Is that the one
where Kelly Bundy and
her brother have to
fend for themselves
because the old woman
who was supposed
to watch them dies
of natural causes?
Yeah.
And no one knew she was dead,
so they couldn't tell
their mom about it.
Yeah.
Dammit.
TV rots your brain.
You know what? I don't know if I've
ever seen Adventures in Babysitting.
Oh.
What a mess.
Emily, you know you don't
have to stay and do this.
No, I know. I-- I want to.
I gave Abby a piece
of cake for Eric.
Rachel
You know what? Then you can deal
with her when she OD's on glucose.
Sorry.
But she asked.
And it was her birthday,
and I didn't know what to do.
Still getting used to all this.
Rachel, you can't keep
supporting this Eric business.
Is it really so bad that she
has an imaginary friend?
It's not healthy.
There's a room full of people,
and it's Eric, this and Eric that.
She's coping. New school.
New house. Shit's tough.
It's normal for her to
create someone to confide in.
Yeah, but she's obsessed.
I mean, how is she supposed
to make any new friends?
Rachel's right.
I used to tell all my secrets to
this little teddy bear named Petey.
It was safe, you know?
He's soft and cuddly, and
sometimes that's just easier.
Hell, I think I still have him.
Does that make me
scarred? Damaged?
-That's not what I'm talking about.
-No?
It's just when
you encourage her.
I don't know, I just, I feel like
the bad guy on this, you know?
So don't be the bad guy.
Let her play her games
and draw in her little books.
You know, just have fun with her.
A healthy imagination is one
thing, but right now she needs
a parent, not a buddy.
I just don't want to lose her
down the rabbit hole.
She'll be fine.
Remember in the end,
Alice wakes up in time for tea.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Okay.
It's finished.
See? This is Daddy.
This is Rachel.
This is me, and this is you.
All one happy family.
Don't shake your head.
I know Daddy and
Rachel will love you,
and you will love them.
What are you afraid of?
Hey, give that back.
Where are you going?
Hey, kiddo, it's time for bed.
I want to play with Eric.
No more Eric tonight,
okay? That's it.
Come on, let's go.
Abby, what do we do
with toys after play?
We put them away so we don't
fall and knock our teeth out.
That's right.
And we all want to keep
our teeth, don't we?
Happy birthday.
-Thanks.
-Did you have a fun day?
What's wrong?
I miss her too.
I love you.
I love you. You know that, right?
More than anything in
the whole wide world.
Goodnight. Sleep tight.
And don't let the bedbugs bite.
Goodnight, Eric.
Goodnight, Abby.
Hi.
Hey.
She asleep?
Yeah.
-Would you hurry up?
-I'm going.
Fast as I can.
Hey! No biting!
Whoops.
-Daddy!
-Oh, shit.
Daddy! Daddy!
Goddammit.
Abby?
No! Daddy!
-No!
-Hey, what's going on? Hey!
Don't let him get me!
Nobody's going to get you, honey.
I'm right here.
He's here! The scary man!
Don't let him get me!
Alright, honey.
Nobody's going to get you, okay?
Here, look, I'll show you.
-Okay? I'll show you.
-No, Daddy, don't!
See?
Look, Abby.
Under the bed.
He's under the bed!
Alright, alright.
I'll check. Okay?
-No.
-Alright, Daddy's checking, okay?
No.
-Nobody's under the bed. It's just us.
-He was here.
He was here.
-I promise he was here, Daddy.
-Okay.
Look, I think you just
need to get back to sleep.
No. Don't make me stay here.
I can't stay here.
No!
Okay. Alright.
Come on. I got ya.
Hello.
Oh, I got you, kiddo.
Look, I'll stay here with you
all night if I need to, okay?
Here, honey. Drink this.
It'll help you sleep.
-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.
It was just a bad dream.
It wasn't a dream.
It was a man.
Honey, just drink
your milk, alright?
You're going to be fine.
Maybe y'all should
just come to bed.
No, we don't want
to bother you.
Go in there. I'll stay with
her tonight. Go get some rest.
I got this.
At least someone slept.
Yeah.
-You gonna be okay?
-Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I'll pull it together.
I'll put the kettle on.
Where losing doesn't
Hurt like this
Of all the space you
Said we need to take
It won't change what I meant.
Only wanted to love
And to be loved.
Rachel? This isn't
the right way.
Says who?
But school is that way.
I know.
Want my body
Shattered with song
Stand still, boy.
In darkness there is no shadow.
What the hell?
I just bought this.
-Daddy!
-Hey!
Oh, wow. Looks like
somebody had some fun today.
We thought you might
be a little bit
angry about that,
so we brought home
-pizza!
-Pizza!
And
-movies!
-Movies.
So now, Abby, why
don't you show your
Daddy the new dress
that you bought,
-and I'll start the oven?
-Okay.
What are you doing?
You can't pull her out
of school on a Tuesday.
Come on, one day is not going
to affect her SAT scores.
Lighten up, she's excited.
Rachel, where are my deely bobbers?
They are right here.
Your daddy will bring them to you.
Oh, wow. These are cool.
Did you get me a pair?
- What's that noise?
- Oh, I don't know.
I kind of fell half asleep.
For a moment, I thought it
was something from a dream.
It's somewhere in the house!
Yeah, it's on the floor above.
Not directly over us. Probably
a room overlooking the driveway.
What a sweetheart, huh?
It was nice to see
her smile so big.
Sometimes you just
need a little spoiling.
Yeah, we all do.
She didn't mention Eric.
Not once.
Who needs imaginary boys when
you're having so much real fun?
Yeah, you were right.
I'm sorry, I don't think
I heard that last part.
You were right.
Don't you forget it.
You feeling alright?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Just tired.
Yeah, we both could use a rest.
Hey, what do you say we put her
back in her own bed tonight?
We could use the break.
Okay.
Alright. Come on, sweetheart.
Come on.
Oh, come here.
Oh, goodness.
Alright.
Well, doctor, in the layman's language
he didn't know what hit him.
I'll be back bright and early
in the morning.
Neither snow, nor
rain, nor heat,
nor gloom of night
stays these couriers
from the swift completion of
their appointed rounds.
A lot of people are due for a
shock when I close this case.
Yes, I'm sure they are.
Goodnight, Andy. Don't get hurt.
Okay. Goodnight, sweetheart.
Sweet dreams.
Daddy?
Daddy? Where are you?
Honey, what's going on?
I don't wanna sleep alone.
-You're going to be fi--
-Daddy, I'm scared!
There's nothing to be scared of.
Morning's going to be here
before you know it, okay?
He'll get me again.
Nobody's going
to get you, honey.
Can I sleep in your room?
Alright, fine. Let's go. Come on.
Alright. Go, lie down.
Will, come on, you're
going to be late.
Will, I'm still
smelling cigarettes.
You got to call that
company back about the--
Get your fill, snack monster?
Huh?
Here, smell this.
I don't know.
I just don't smell it.
It is driving me crazy.
Just kind of wafts by
every now and again.
Well, I've been meaning to
call the cleaning company.
I just keep forgetting.
Hey, have you seen
my other sock?
The operative word in
that question is my.
Helpful.
Well, it's not like it just
walked away. Here, put this on.
Go get the rest of your stuff.
Abby! Come and say goodbye
to your Daddy, sweetheart.
-Is Emily coming here?
-No, I'm going to pick her up.
Look, are you sure
you're going to be okay?
Oh, my God. It's just
a weekend conference.
I should skip it.
Don't be dramatic.
Abby! Hop to it, kid.
Okay.
Bye, kiddo.
-You be good, okay?
-Okay.
Be careful, Daddy.
Wild, reckless, abandon.
We know that things
are right or things are wrong
without necessarily
having the evidence for it.
That the evidence in some ways
follows our convictions
-Everything okay?
-Yep. Sure.
And what we know about people is
that we tend to
seek out information
that confirms our
beliefs instead of
information that
would disconfirm them.
Abby, honey? Do you mind
checking the laundry for me?
Oh!
Damn it! Abby!
I told you to pick up your toys.
Oof.
Hello?
Jesus!
Oh, my God!
Honey, I'm so sorry.
-Are you okay?
-It's okay.
I think the laundry's done.
I heard the buzzer.
Oh, thank you for checking.
You're welcome.
Can we have popcorn
with our movie?
Yeah. That sounds good.
I'll meet you down there in a minute.
Great! I'll tell Eric.
Or maybe I'm
Fucked in the head
But honey I miss you to death
To death
-Hey, Emily?
-One second.
-Hi.
-Hey.
Hi.
Um, presentation's
in a few hours.
So if you wanted to grab some lunch,
we should probably do it soon.
Okay. I'm gonna
take a quick shower,
and then I'll be ready
in twenty minutes.
-Sounds good.
-Okay.
Hey, Rachel. Are you still awake?
Sure am. What's up?
Do you know how my Momma died?
Yes, honey, I do.
Okay. Just checking.
Do you want to talk about it?
No.
Do you know that feeling
when you're climbing a tree?
And, uh,
you reach for the next branch,
but then your hand slips.
You know you're
going to fall, right?
And there's this rush that
sort of electrifies your body.
Sure.
I feel just like that right now.
You feel like you're
falling out of a tree?
Yeah. I do.
Okay.
You know, when I was a kid,
I did fall out of a tree.
And, uh,
shattered my arm.
The funny thing is,
is I don't remember the break.
I just remember the
the freefall.
Honestly, I can't be sure if I
slipped or if I just let go.
Open the pod bay door, Hal.
You need your key, Dave.
Yeah.
Keys. Right.
I forgot about those.
What time is it?
Oh, it's late. One-thirty? Two o'clock?
I guess time flies
when you're drinking rum.
Yeah, it does.
Hey, thanks a lot for tonight.
I had a lot of fun.
Had.
Come on.
Good night, Emily.
You're welcome.
-For what?
-For the fun or whatever.
You're welcome.
I'll see you in the morning.
You've reached
Dr. William Marsh.
I can't come to the
phone right now.
Please leave your
name, your number,
and a message, and I'll
call you right back.
It's okay.
Hi.
Mrs. Elster?
Are you home?
Hello? I, I made coffee.
Hi, neighbor.
Who are you?
How do you know my name?
Oh, it's on your mailbox.
I brought coffee.
Well, you coming in,
or you just gonna stand
out there breathing
in the moonlight?
This is very good coffee.
If you can find
another body instead
of Sam's, it's alright with me.
- There's half a million in it for you .
-Rachel?
I'll do my best.
I smell smoke!
Hi, Daddy.
Look, doctor, the
woods are on fire.
It's coming this way.
We've got to get out of here.
We will.
May I watch TV with
you a little while?
Soon as I provide that body
we were talking about.
Why do you sleep in this RV?
Why do you sleep in your house?
Because it's my house.
Well, this is my RV.
But that is also
your house, right?
My husband and I bought this RV.
We were going to take it
across country together.
Our two children were killed.
He didn't last much longer.
Somehow, I was left behind.
I was left to live with it.
The stories that
echo through those rooms
are ones that I would
rather not hear again.
That's terrible. I had no idea.
To answer your question
I don't know whose
house that is anymore.
It's just
empty now.
So I take care of it.
I guess I'll always
take care of it.
I'm so sorry, Mrs. Elster.
For what?
How I feel?
How my story made you feel?
-I'm sorry--
-Oh, Christ.
Stop with apologies.
They weaken your spine.
Why are you here?
Honestly, I don't really know.
I just had to get
out of that house.
Starting to go a little crazy.
Violence! Violence! Violence!
This is one of the characteristics
of the devil and demons.
-Mrs. Elster
-Call me Wendy.
Wendy
you've been in this neighborhood
a long time.
Have you ever seen
or heard of any
weird things happening here?
What kind of weird things?
Hey! Hun!
Come away from there.
Ain't nothing in there for you.
What's got you wandering
around out here in the dark?
I had a bad dream.
Abby, are you okay?
-I had a bad dream.
-Oh, honey.
Let's go back inside.
Come on.
You know, Abby,
I had a little girl like you.
She liked to dance.
Do you like to dance?
I bet you dance real pretty.
I think I have some
ice cream in here somewhere.
Would you like some ice cream?
It's okay, sweetheart.
I hope you like strawberry.
I have bad dreams sometimes.
They say you can tell a lot about
a person from the dreams they have.
It was just a dream, honey.
You're safe now.
She's had a lot of
bad dreams lately.
What was your dream about?
I fell asleep watching
TV with Daddy.
And then the scary man try to
pick me up and carry me away.
But your daddy's at his
conference, sweetheart.
Why was he trying
to carry you away?
He's mad because I
was playing with Eric.
-Eric is her imaginary friend.
-He's not imaginary.
But I don't think he
wants to play anymore.
He's not supposed to.
And who says he's
not supposed to?
The scary man.
He hurts him when we play.
Has the scary man
tried to hurt you?
Yes.
And what does the
scary man look like?
I-- I don't ever see him
because he lives in the dark.
I close my eyes when it's dark,
but I know he's there.
How do you know he's there?
I can hear him breathing.
I think it's good
that Eric and the
scary man are secrets.
Daddy says it's not
good to keep secrets.
Well, there's different
kinds of secrets.
There are those that
protect yourself.
There are those that
protect the ones you love.
And sometimes there are secrets
that do both. Do you understand?
I think so.
Let's say you're out exploring.
Do you like exploring?
Well, have you ever been out
exploring and turned
over a big rock?
I guess.
And what did you find
living under there?
Bugs?
That's right, bugs.
And you see that
rock is their home.
Sometimes the bugs
are okay with you
being there because
they're nice,
and they like to play.
But, sometimes they are mean
bugs that bite and sting.
There's just some rocks in this world,
it's best not to look under.
Are you scared of
bugs, Mrs. Elster?
It--
It's just
It's just better to leave
some of them alone, is all.
Is that why you
sleep in your truck?
That is enough fun for tonight.
Y'all need to get going.
I'm sorry. She didn't
mean to upset you.
I have indulged these fantasies
as long as I care to--
It's not fantasy!
Bad dreams and imaginary boys
aren't real, Abby.
You need to grow up and
forget this nonsense.
But, you said--
Just leave me alone!
Okay. Abby let's, let's go.
Next time you want to
bring a bucket full of problems
to my door in the middle of the
night, you just skip it, okay?
What are you so afraid of?
I ain't afraid of nothing
'cause there is nothing
to be afraid of.
Now you get on out of here, and
you hold that little girl close.
There's a storm coming.
Go. go.
Come out, you fucking coward!
We had a deal.
Shit!
Oh, God.
Oh, shit!
Hey, Nick.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I'm fine.
It's a late night.
A string of late
nights, actually.
No worries.
-Doing the big guy then?
-Yeah. Thank you.
That'll be four even.
Here you go.
Thank y--
Emily?
Hi! Rachel, how are you?
Confused, I guess.
I thought you guys
weren't getting back
until later tonight.
William didn't call you?
No, he--
What happened? Is he home?
Uh, the conference
wasn't everything
that we'd hoped
that it would be.
So, Dr. Marsh was very eager
to get back right away.
So where is he now?
I don't know. We haven't spoken
since early this morning.
No, um
You know what? Actually, I have
to go, but have a good day, okay?
Oh.
Nick?
I'm going to need
another one of those,
and like a
bagel or something.
Oh, my God.
-This is just drugs.
-Clearly some kind of opiate.
-Why didn't you call?
-I did.
Not then. I mean, earlier.
I'm just supposed to
randomly hear from
Emily in a coffee
shop that you're home.
I just, you know,
we left so early,
I thought you'd
still be sleeping.
Fat chance of that.
Well, I was being optimistic,
but yeah, you're right.
I should have called.
You said you weren't
going to be home till tonight.
Well, I wasn't being productive.
And you know what? To be honest,
I was worried
about you and Abby.
Abby is scared, Will.
Real scared.
She's not like a
kid who's scared
of what she might
find in the dark.
She is scared of the thing in
the dark that already found her.
Kids always think there's a monster
under the bed. That's normal.
The look on her face.
Wendy's face had
that exact same look.
Who's Wendy?
Wendy--
Are you talking
about the same crazy,
drunk lady who lives
in a trailer in front
of her own empty house?
I didn't want to talk to Wendy, Will.
I wanted to talk to you.
But you were otherwise
indisposed with
your all-important
work at the conference,
-Dr. Marsh.
-Fuck.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Don't apologize.
Makes your spine weak.
What does that mean?
Honey, you got to
keep it together here.
Oh, my God.
We just got to
keep communicating.
What is it?
How much peanut butter
would you say you eat?
What?
Say in a week.
I don't know.
Do we use it for anything
other than Abby's sandwiches?
So, maybe
two to three sandwiches a week.
But you wouldn't say
it's a lot, right?
I dunno. What are
you getting at?
-We're out of peanut butter.
-Okay.
I went to make Abby's
lunch this morning,
and the jar was almost empty.
And I could swear I bought it
just last week.
So you think we got a
peanut butter ghoulie now?
I can't keep going like this. I--
Where are you going?
Ah! Shit.
Hey!
Let go.
You okay, sweetheart?
Yeah.
-What do you have there?
-Nothing.
You sure?
Yep. I'm fine.
Are you okay?
You look really tired.
Well, that's because
someone keeps
kicking me in the
shins every night.
You know I get the jimmy legs.
Your face has jimmy legs.
Okay, sweetheart, I just
wanted to make sure you're okay.
You want to come help
me set the table in a bit?
Sure.
Okay.
"'Twas brillig, and
the slithy toves.
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
and the mome raths outgrabe."
"It seems very pretty, she
said when she had finished it.
But it's rather
hard to understand.
You see, she didn't like to
confess, even to herself,
that she couldn't
make it out at all.
Somehow it seems to
fill my head with ideas
only I don't exactly
know what they are!
However, somebody
killed something,
that's clear, at any rate--'"
She asleep?
She'll be fine.
We're only ten steps away.
I don't know if she's ready.
She'll be fine. We need
to do this. Come on.
Goodnight baby.
Come on, sleepy-head,
time to make the donuts.
William!
-What's wrong?
-I can't find Abby.
What?
Abby.
Hey, come on out, honey.
Abby?
Abby!
Oh, shit.
Has she ever tried
to run away before?
She didn't run away.
She's eight years old.
Where's she going to go?
-How's she even going to get there?
-He's trying to help.
It's okay.
I'd be out of my mind
if I were in y'all's shoes.
We're all focused on
finding her, Billy.
Has anything gone missing?
Her journal.
Her journal is gone.
If she's run away. It makes
sense she'd take it with her.
-Fuck this.
-Will!
I'm not going to
sit around and wait
while Abby's out
there in the cold.
What are you going to do?
-I'm going to go find her.
-Find her where?
You can't just go driving through
the streets like a madman.
We need to think this through.
There's nothing to think about.
She's my daughter.
Nah. He's right.
We can let one of these
other guys push the paper.
-What?
-I ain't going to try to stop you,
but I sure as shit ain't going
to let you go out alone.
We'll start inthe park, work our way
through the neighborhood.
Here.
Warm her up, Billy,
but don't get too familiar.
I'm driving.
Listen, I know this is scary.
A lot of times, these kids are
home by dinner.
We'll find her.
Nice color by the way.
Pretty blue.
It was my Mother's favorite.
What the fuck are we doing?
What do I do?
Hey. Hey. I'm here.
I'm here.
Hello?
What do you want?
Mrs. Elster?
Wendy?
Are you there?
Wendy?
Fuck.
Where the hell have you been?
-We gotta go right now.
-What? What are you talking about?
-I'll tell you on the road.
-No, you'll tell me now!
What is going on?
We have to get
out of this house.
It's not safe here anymore.
I don't even know
if it's safe to talk.
Rachel, this is our house.
There's nothing here.
You have to stop this.
-You're freaking me out.
-You should be freaked out.
I am fucking terrified.
Look at this!
-What is this?
-I don't know what it is, Will.
A warning?
A threat?
I'm trying to tell you.
I've been trying to tell you.
There is something here.
Something living in our house.
In Wendy's house.
Who knows where else they are?
And whatever they are,
burned that in our kitchen.
You're not making
any goddamn sense.
Haven't you seen them?
Figures moving
through the night
darker than the shadows.
The floors creaking,
clothes out of place,
food missing,
it was all right here.
We just didn't listen.
You're delirious.
-When's the last time you slept?
-No.
No.
There are
ghosts
or
goblins, or some fucking thing
living in this house.
They are very real.
And they are very pissed off.
They've already done
Lord knows what to Abby.
How dare you bring
my daughter into
whatever this is?
I'm sorry.
-But this is about Abby.
-Okay.
Okay, so then we're on some
Indian burial ground.
Is that it?
Oh, wait! No!
Maybe we've stumbled
onto a suicide cult house.
A portal to hell?
Wormhole to space?
-Do you even hear yourself?
-Do you even hear me?
The truth doesn't
care what you think.
The truth is,
my daughter is fucking missing.
But why would I count on you
when it's not like--
Go ahead. Say it.
Not like I'm her mother.
That's what you
were going to say.
Heather died, Will.
And you never fucking
dealt with it.
Well, you're not the only one
that's lost people.
But our daughter needs us right now.
I need you right now!
If there were people hiding in
our house, I would know about it.
-I'm not an idiot.
-No.
You're an educated man.
But it is real easy to hide
when no one is looking for you.
I know it sounds crazy.
I'm not crazy.
-So it's my fault.
-Jesus, Will!
This is not about what either
of us have or haven't done.
This is about believing me now.
-This is about doing something now--
-Don't you act like I'm not a participant
in this house just
because you got spooked
by some bumps in
the night, Rachel.
-No.
-I'm gonna go make some coffee,
and then I'm gonna
go find our daughter.
Does anyone else want one?
Casper? Count Chocula?
Anyone?
No? Good.
You can stay up here and
set up cameras or something.
Will, wait. Don't!
Will, forget about everything, just go--
What the hell?
Who the fuck are you?
Help!
Somebody help me!
Help!
Stay with me, baby.
Nine-One-One.
What's your emergency?
There's someone in my house.
Are you hurt? Are you safe?
No. It's my husband,
he's hurt.
Try and stay calm.
We have people on the way.
Will.
We searched the house.
We couldn't find anything.
You won't find anything.
So we're looking
at the wife, then?
-She's a victim, Peters, not a suspect.
-Respectfully, sir.
-I think she is.
-Respectfully, Peters, go fuck yourself.
Take her to Mickerson's.
That's an order, son.
So who do you suppose put
that bruise on her neck, then?
Something with a
strong right hand.
You shouldn't be alone tonight.
We have a motel room for you.
Peters will take you.
Goddamn it, Jim.
Nobody believes me.
I believe you.
But whatever you do, don't come
back to this fucking house.
Get some rest.
A statewide Amber
Alert has been issued
on behalf of the Metro
Police Department
for Abby Marsh.
Abby is an eight-year-old female,
four feet tall, 38 pounds,
with brown hair and brown eyes.
Abby was last seen
wearing mix-matched
pajamas and was
possibly barefoot.
Abby was last known to be at her residence
near Estes Park and Dakota Dr.
in South Nashville.
If you have seen Abby
Who are you?
What are you?
Can you even understand me?
What have you done with Abby?
How did you get in my house?
Whoever said it was your house.
Fuck.
What do you want from us?
A cigarette.
I don't smoke.
I know.
Who are you?
We're the part of
the dark that moves.
It would have been
so simple.
All you had to do was leave.
You stalked us.
You attacked us.
You're wearing my
fucking nightgown!
Why are you here?
You can't see that we
all want the same thing.
But it's too late for that now.
What do you mean, too late?
You turned over the wrong rock.
No!
No!
Alright, you weird fucks,
where is she?
What did you do to her?
Just couldn't leave well
enough alone, could you?
Where is she?
How many of you are there?
Talk, you crazy bitch!