(woman humming softly)
(chuckles)
Please don't do that.
Good morning.
(giggling) Hey, wait, that's my phone.
It's not your‐‐ This is mine.
(chuckling) Yours is on the table. No!
Give it back!
(whispers) Good morning.
Mm. Mm!
(beeping)
(both chuckling)
(sighs)
What is it?
Get up. (chuckles)
(phone clatters on table)
Can we order breakfast?
No.
Why? I'm hungry.
She knows.
(speaking Mandarin)
(glass shatters)
Have you ever loved me?
Stop it! Have you ever loved me?
Yes! Stop! No!
Stop! (screaming)
Stop! Ouch! (screaming)
(bottle neck clatters)
(screaming)
Come on! (crying)
I'm sorry! (yells)
(crying)
(whispering) I'm sorry.
(panting) I'm sorry.
♪ ♪
(whispers) I love you too.
(eerie music playing)
♪ ♪
Vivian: What time is Mom coming?
Roy: I don't know. She should be here already.
Vivian: I'll go find her.
Welcome to the Egress, ma'am.
Thanks.
We're checking in.
I'll help you with bags.
Thank you.
Hey! Hmm?
What's your name?
Uh, I'm sorry, but, um...
It's for the reservation.
Oh, yeah. It's Vivian Chan.
Vivian Chan. Got it.
Can I ask you something?
Sure. Is what they say about the fourth floor true?
Is it really, um, haunted?
♪ ♪
It's not too late to call it off, you know, Mimi.
What?
I'm joking.
Lisa. (knocking)
Coming!
Mimi! Hi! (laughs)
Where have you been? I came with Dad.
Hi, Lisa! Hello.
(laughs softly) Where's Mom?
She's downstairs getting my dress.
Hmm.
Nice room, Meems. Mm.
Where's yours? Down the hall, I think.
Maybe you could drop the bags in her room?
Of course.
What was that?
What was what?
Mom! Mimi: My dress!
Hi, sweetie.
Are you sure about these flowers?
Don't listen to her. The dress is stunning.
You're going to look amazing.
(quietly) Not exactly helping.
(sighs)
Come on, you.
I need to give you some advice about bellboys.
Lisa! (snickers)
What is this?
Vivian: Nothing Lisa: It's nothing.
♪ ♪
You know, I can get into a lot of trouble for this.
Ah, don't worry.
If anyone asks, just say I forced you to bring me up here.
Mm‐hmm. I don't think anybody would believe that.
(elevator whirring)
(elevator clattering)
(teacups rattle)
(elevator whirs)
How many times have you been up here?
Loads of times.
Then, what are you waiting for?
Take me for a tour.
I'm sorry. What?
Let's... go in.
(sniffs)
All right, but stay close to me.
(crackles, buzzes)
Come.
Vivian: What happened to this place?
It's a long story.
I think I'll tell you once we get back down.
Come on!
(quietly) You can tell me now.
I'm a big girl.
The original owner had an affair with the maid.
It was a long time ago.
Then?
Well, I guess he ended it.
He fired her.
Vivian: Mm. Ouch.
Mm. Anyway, she begged to stay...
(whispers) but he said no,
so she hung herself in the suite down the hall...
then became yuan gui.
Ooh.
(whispers) Come on. Ew.
Ricky: I mean, it was pranks at first,
but then she started getting nasty.
Eventually, someone died.
So, they had to shut down the entire floor.
Vivian: She killed a guest?
Ricky: Not exactly.
It was actually the original owner.
They found him hanging from the ceiling
exactly the way that she died.
(electricity buzzing)
♪ ♪
(plastic rustling)
(door squeaks)
(whispers) Do you think this is the room,
where she hung herself?
(Vivian screaming)
(panting, whimpering)
(panting)
(laughing)
Did you push that?
How could I?
(elevator whirring)
(Vivian gasps)
(elevator clatters)
(gasps)
(man speaking Mandarin)
(sighs relievedly)
(electricity buzzing)
♪ ♪
(creaking)
(water burbling)
♪ ♪
(birds twittering)
♪ ♪
(knocks)
Mimi?
Lisa?
Lisa!
Lisa, I can't find it.
Can't find what?
Popo's hairpin.
Lisa: Okay, take a deep breath.
Nothing to worry about.
It must be here somewhere.
It's not here! I've looked everywhere!
When did you last have it?
At home, when I was packing with Mom.
We'll find it.
This is no big deal.
(knocking on door)
(knocking)
Hey.
Mimi: Nelson?
What are you doing here?
I came to see how you're doing. It's bad luck.
It's not bad luck. It definitely is bad luck.
Not seeing the bride before the ceremony
is a tradition linked to arranged marriages.
Nelson... Okay.
Maybe it's in the bathroom, right?
Maybe it's there.
(sighs)
Mimi's not coping.
The stress is getting to her. I know.
I know. Look, I just went to see Dr. Wong,
and he gave me a little something to help with the anxiety.
I don't think bringing him into this is a good idea.
Look, it's duloxetine.
I looked it up online. It's pretty gener‐‐ Nelson.
Okay, look.
Mimi: I can't find it! It's not here!
Mimi: Why is this happening to me?
(objects clattering)
(zipper unzips)
I just got in. Yeah.
How's Mimi?
Is this the dress you're wearing to the wedding?
(speaks Mandarin)
(footsteps approach)
(Angela speaks Mandarin)
Mimi seems all right so far.
Vivian is following the family tradition.
What does that mean?
Lisa caught her flirting with the help.
He'll be a disappointment.
The poor ones are.
Sweetheart...
I'm gonna make this right for us.
♪ ♪
(distant thunder rumbles)
(elevator doors close)
♪ ♪
(door opens)
Hmm?
(door closes)
(gasps)
(groans)
(glass clinks)
(floorboard creaks)
Nelson, is that you?
Hello?
Nelson?
(sighs softly)
(electricity crackles)
Mimi: No!
Mimi?
(Mimi screaming) Mimi!
Nelson: Mimi!
(beeps)
Mimi! Mimi!
(beeps)
Mimi! Mimi!
(door rattling)
♪ ♪
(pounding)
(pounding continues)
♪ ♪
Lisa: What happened?
I heard her cry out, and when I got into the room,
I found her on the bedroom floor.
I think she must have fainted or something.
I called Dr. Wong and he came right away.
I'm sure this is his fault.
Some kind of panic attack?
I don't know.
Did Mimi say anything about what happened?
Nelson: Um, when she finally came around,
she was really upset,
and, um, she wasn't making a lot of sense.
She kept going on about someone being inside the room.
Lisa: She thought there was someone in here?
Yeah, and she said something about blood and glass,
but there wasn't anything like that. I checked.
Is she all right?
She'll be fine.
Henry, may I see her?
Dr. Wong: Of course, Ange.
What happened?
Well, given Mimi's history and the stress of the wedding,
it's rare, but not impossible
that the medicine she took‐‐
That you gave her.
Lisa. How do we know what he really gave her?
Lisa, enough.
You know what they say about him.
I said enough. Dr. Wong: It's all right, Roy.
I know everyone's upset.
I mean, it is entirely possible
that the medicine I prescribed could have triggered this.
But I've given her something to counteract it,
and a sedative.
And a good night's sleep will help.
She's sleeping.
I'm gonna sleep on the couch in case she wakes up.
I really don't think that's necessary.
The sedative I gave her will keep her out till morning.
Lisa: What harm can it do if Nelson stays?
Angela: Henry's right.
You should try to get some sleep yourself.
Mom.
Nelson will be right across the hall
if she needs anything.
(water burbling)
Roy: It won't be like the last time.
(Angela speaking Mandarin)
We should cancel the reception.
You're overreacting.
I don't think I am.
She's tough.
Tougher than you give her credit for.
Check on Vivian, will you?
(door closes)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
(door opens)
♪ ♪
(liquid sloshing)
(birds twittering)
(clears throat)
Hey. Oh, hey.
My sister thought there was something in her room last night.
And?
So, maybe it's the yuan gui from the fourth floor.
(chuckles)
No, I don't think so.
Vivian: I thought you said she goes into rooms
and haunts the guests.
No, no, no.
Got work to do.
Oh. Yeah.
At least you found it.
Yes.
Angela: Popo said it will bring great fortune
to the bride who wears it.
Is that true?
(chuckles) I don't know.
Maybe.
You will be the most beautiful bride today.
What time is the stylist coming?
I changed the appointment to 3:00.
Nelson and I want to go to the temple to make an offering first.
(sighs) Mimi... It can't hurt, right?
Not after last night.
♪ ♪
(bell clanging)
(gasps, whimpers)
♪ ♪
She's going to be fine.
Nelson: Are you sure? Told you she'd be all right.
It's really just a girl thing.
Lisa: She just wants to rest a bit.
I'll call Henry. He should have a look at her.
As far as we know, this was some side effect
from whatever he gave her last night.
Look, maybe we should think about postponing.
Mimi doesn't want that. She said she'll be fine.
You boys need to go. Get yourself dressed.
You too. I'll look after your sister.
I'd like to see her. If, um...
(speaks Mandarin)
I'm okay.
I'm getting married.
♪ ♪
(cheering)
♪ ♪
Roy: I know weddings are supposed to be
a day of joy and celebration,
the start of a new adventure for these two.
But for me, the dad...
it's just not that easy to let go of somebody you love.
I don't think I'll ever really let go.
But, Mimi, you have a husband now.
And, Nelson, if I may, a little bit of advice
from someone with a little bit of experience with the Chan women.
(laughter)
It's not always true that doing exactly what they say
is always the best strategy.
(laughter)
You'll hear that a lot, especially from Lisa.
Roy: But the best strategy is this.
It won't always be easy.
You won't always be perfect.
But be honest in your mistakes,
and sincere in your apologies.
And love her with all your heart.
Your mother and I wish you both
a lifetime of happiness together.
To the bride and groom.
All: To the bride and groom!
(glasses clinking)
Roy: I love you, sweetheart.
Mimi: I love you too, Dad.
(funk music playing)
(lively chattering)
♪ ♪
It was a nice speech.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
What are you doing here?
I'm sorry, Roy. We have a situation.
Take your hands off me!
I just want to make a toast, that's all!
Where... Where is the couple?
(panting)
Do you know this man? No, I've never seen him before.
What do you need me to do? Roy: Whatever you need to do.
Just‐‐ I don't want to see him back here again.
Man: Stop it!
(man grunting)
What happened?
Some drunk crashed the party.
What did he want? No idea.
(laughing)
Wait, wait, wait. Stand still. Don't move.
Okay.
We are traditionalists,
so I need to carry you over the threshold.
(laughing) Are you sure you want to do this?
Uh, sort of.
(squeals) (grunts)
(laughs)
Oh, okay!
Nelson: Here we go! Ah!
(Mimi laughing)
Yes, you're my hero.
(both laughing)
I don't think I've ever been this happy.
(whispers) I love you, Meems.
I love you.
Now it's time to get out of this dress.
Ooh! Also traditional for me to help with that.
No. You stay right there.
Focus on getting out of that tux.
I'll be back.
Nelson: Mm!
Nelson: Mimi, these cuff links are stuck!
They're not coming off!
(gasping)
(whimpering)
(retching)
(gasping)
(gagging)
(door slams) (shrieks)
(slamming)
(Nelson grunts, shouts) Nelson?
(Nelson groaning)
Nelson, open the door!
Nelson! (Nelson groaning)
Nelson? (panting)
(Nelson groaning) Nelson?
(thudding) (Nelson groans)
(glass crunching)
(Mimi gasps)
(Mimi whimpers)
Nelson?
(distant thunder rumbles)
(gasps)
Nelson?
Nelson, Nelson.
Run! What?
Mimi, run.
Huh?
(electrical crackling, buzzing)
Vivian!
Vivian?
Vivian!
Mimi? Vivian, you have to help me.
(panting) Mimi, wait!
Mimi: Nelson!
Nelson! Nelson!
(pounding) Vivian: Look.
Mimi: Nelson, are you inside?
He's‐‐ (whimpers) Nelson!
(pounding)
Nelson?
(squelching) (Nelson screams)
(Vivian gasps)
♪ ♪
(buzzing, crackling)
Mimi: Open the door!
I'm not leaving him!
(popping, crackling)
Mimi, come!
♪ ♪
(screams)
(shrieks)
♪ ♪
Mimi!
Please! Open the door!
Please open!
♪ ♪
(panting)
(elevator dings)
Mimi.
I think we should take the stairs, Mimi. What?
Mimi: Wait! Vivian: Trust me, the stairs!
(clinks)
(distant rumbling)
(gasps)
(whimpering, panting)
(groans)
Mimi: Vivian! Mimi!
(Vivian speaks Mandarin)
Come on!
Mimi! (groans)
Vivian! (screams)
Vivian!
Vivian?
Vivian!
I'm gonna get help. No! No, Mimi.
No, Mimi! I'm coming back!
Don't leave me!
(Mimi panting) Come back!
Vivian: Come back!
(panting)
(slams)
(quiet rattling)
(gears whirring)
(clattering)
♪ ♪
(electricity buzzing)
Mimi!
Mimi, come back!
Mimi!
(metal groaning)
♪ ♪
(electricity crackling)
(buttons clicking)
(shuddering)
(clicking button)
(woman sobbing)
(sobbing continuing)
(sobs)
Hello?
(mutters)
Mimi: Hello?
♪ ♪
(button clicks)
Vivian!
(gears whirring)
(elevator bell dings)
(gasps) (electricity buzzing)
Mimi?
Mimi!
♪ ♪
Hello?
(gasps)
(choking)
Vivian?
♪ ♪
(Mimi choking)
♪ ♪
(rasping) Help me.
(gasping)
(choking)
(running footsteps)
(inaudible)
(wheezes) Help...
(whispers) Help me.
♪ ♪
(Mimi choking)
Help me.
Vivian: Mimi!
Where are you?
Mimi!
Answer me, Mimi!
Roy: Vivian!
Vivian: Dad?
Dad, Dad!
Vivian!
Vivian: Mimi?
♪ ♪
(whispers) Meems?
Meems.
Meems? Meems?
(screams)
(gasping)
(clinks)
(whimpers)
Put her down.
Meems, Meems, Meems. Put her down.
(screams) Put her down!
(screaming)
♪ ♪
(distant thunder rumbling)
♪ ♪
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
(BABY CRYING)
I have arranged for a confinement nanny while
Lisa's recovering.
LISA: I don't like the nanny. She's evil!
‐♪ (UNSETTLING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ ‐LISA: I know you're doing this.
‐I know who you are! ‐Lisa, please!
Must be postpartum.
Would that make you see things?
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
‐♪ (HAUNTING MUSIC PLAYING) ♪ ‐NARRATOR: Grace.
(BABY CRYING)