Mr. Roy Chan?
Your suite is ready, sir.
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You look well.
It's been a...
difficult few months.
Grace: Yes.
It's a terrible thing to lose a child.
(speaking in foreign language)
Grace: We can order something up.
You remember how great the food here is.
To die for, really.
I'm okay.
Grace: So... you find yourself in a bit of trouble.
Yes.
Grace: And what?
You were thinking I might help you.
I don't know what else to do.
But you brought this upon yourself.
Am I right?
It's not that simple.
Grace: No. You were telling me.
This situation.
It's not your fault.
I didn't say that.
Grace: No.
Not exactly.
It's so easy to be myself with you.
But it was a fantasy, Roy.
A fantasy that you are paying for.
With your wife's money.
How long did you think that would last?
I didn't think.
You didn't? It just happened.
You let things get
out... of... control.
I didn't have a choice.
We always have choices.
I'm so sorry, Grace.
Grace (echoing): I... love... you.
Vivian: How can you let this happen?
There must be something we can do.
(card reader beeps)
Vivian? Vivian: Dad.
Roy: Are you okay? What's going on?
Dad, what have you done?
Roy: What do you mean?
(sniffles) You know who this guy is?
No, I don't know who he is.
Meet William Li.
Vivian: He's just a good father like you.
So good he brought his daughter back from Hell.
You?
You did this?
Why?
She meant everything to me.
And you took her away from me.
You took her away from me.
You killed my daughter.
I killed your daughter.
Please.
Forgive me.
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She always used to sing that song.
That song you sang to her at night.
Don't.
Roy: I should have helped her.
I couldn't.
The girls.
Family.
I didn't know what to do.
You knew what to do to get her pregnant.
I've lost both my daughter and my grandchild.
I'd give anything...
anything to turn back the clock.
Roy: If you understand this,
tell me where Lisa and the baby are.
Even if I tell you, it wouldn't make a difference.
She will never let them go.
Not until you see them die.
Every single one of them.
And for this, I'm truly sorry.
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(sniffles)
(exclaims)
(speaking in foreign language)
Sorry.
Come here.
♪ ♪
(humming)
(humming continues)
Ricky: Not sure this is a good idea.
Do we have a choice?
Are you all right? Yes.
Your daughter and baby are upstairs. We have to hurry.
It's close to the full moon.
What happens then?
William: Everyone dies.
Roy: Let's go. Come on.
Vivian: You don't have to come up with us.
What? And miss out on all the fun?
Okay. Just promise me something.
Don't cry like a little girl when we get up there.
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(gears whirring)
(metal groaning)
(elevator doors open)
(footsteps)
(electrical buzzing)
(electrical humming)
(glass crunching)
(plastic rustling)
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(objects clattering)
(electrical buzzing)
(baby crying)
Vivian: Is that Mimi?
William: Don't.
But...
I know where they are...
and she won't harm the baby.
Not yet.
Let's go.
(electrical buzzing)
♪ ♪
(gasps)
Where are they?
They can't be far.
The fourth floor!
We have to get up there.
Now!
♪ ♪
(clicking)
Come on, come on.
♪ ♪
(baby crying)
Mimi? Lisa!
Lisa! Lisa?
(distorted rumbling)
(grunts)
(Vivian screaming)
(Vivian sobbing)
(Lisa humming)
Sis?
(humming) Roy: Lisa.
(humming continues)
Lisa.
(humming continues)
(grunts)
(growling)
(Ricky grunts)
(gasps, grunts)
(gasping) (screaming)
(humming continues)
(baby crying)
(humming) (crying continues)
(continues humming)
(humming stops)
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William: Please, Lisa.
Let me have the baby.
(William humming)
(high‐pitched buzzing)
(continues humming)
♪ ♪
(continues humming)
(gasping)
(continues humming)
♪ ♪
(screams)
(William chanting)
(growling)
(William continues chanting)
(snarling)
(chanting)
(distorted snarling)
(demonic growling)
(chanting) (snarling)
(distorted screams)
(growls)
(distorted screams)
(William screams)
(growling)
(snarling)
(growls)
(William groans)
(demonic snarling)
(groaning continues)
(distorted scream)
(demonic growling)
(gasps)
(panting)
You okay? Vivian: She's gone?
Vivian: Is she gone?
Roy: Lisa! Vivian: Help Lisa!
Roy: Lisa, get up. Vivian, let's go.
Lisa: Vivian?
Roy: I'm here! Lisa! Wake up, baby.
(Lisa babbling)
Lisa? (Lisa moaning)
Roy: Ricky, come on!
Vivian, let's go!
Let's go, Vivian! No!
Let's go! Come on! No! I can't find it!
Roy: Get out of here!
(footsteps departing)
Ricky: Go! Go! Go!
To your right, to your right!
Come on!
Keep going, keep going.
(grunting) (panting)
(sobbing)
Get down.
Who are you?
My name is Ricky.
You look familiar.
I'm Vivian's friend.
Are you the bellboy?
Yes, ma'am.
♪ ♪
(electrical crackling)
(low growling)
Charles?
Where's Charles?
W‐Where's Charles?
(gasps)
(sobbing)
♪ ♪
(elevator gears whirring)
(low growling)
We have to help them.
Angela, I can do this by myself. I have the tools.
Angela: Vivian?
Lisa! Angela! Angela, don't!
(footsteps departing)
(low snarling)
(shuddering)
(knocking)
(door rattling)
(whimpers)
I think she's gone.
Let's just wait a while.
Just to be sure.
How could you betray us, Dad?
You're gonna make it up to us, right?
You're gonna save us?
Yes.
(sighs)
(scratching at door)
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(scratching continues)
(panting)
(scratching stops)
(cries)
She's‐‐ she's gone?
(screams)
(whimpering)
That was Vivian.
(rattling violently)
(grunting)
(rattling stops)
(sighs)
(both screaming)
(whimpering)
Don't go, don't go.
She's coming, she's coming.
♪ ♪
(groans)
♪ ♪
(Vivian whimpering)
Roy: No! Vivian!
Vivian! (distorted screaming)
Angela: No!
(Roy panting)
Roy: Vivian! Run!
Run!
(Angela choking)
Roy: Run, Vivian!
(choking)
Run!
(Roy panting)
(gasping) Roy: Angela! Angela!
(gasping)
(demonic voice): Have... you...
ever... loved... me?
Have... you...
ever... loved... me?
(demonic growl)
(gasping)
(high‐pitched whining)
(demonic growling)
(screams)
(laughs)
(screaming)
Roy: You bitch!
(Grace laughs)
(demonic scream)
(screams)
(gasps)
(grunts) (squelches)
♪ ♪
(gasping)
♪ ♪
Angela! Angela!
Angela, this way!
Come on!
Ricky! Ricky: Vivian!
Vivian? Run! Run!
Come on! Go!
(screaming)
Go! Mom?
(crying): Lisa!
♪ ♪
(growling)
(snarling)
(growling)
(snarls)
(hisses) Go!
Angela: Vivian!
(whimpering)
(grunting) It's stuck!
♪ ♪
(Vivian whimpers)
(Vivian screams)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
Take this. Go!
(distorted scream)
♪ ♪
Vivian!
(gasping)
No!
♪ ♪
Ha.
(Vivian whimpers)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
(Vivian whimpering)
♪ ♪
(Vivian whimpering)
♪ ♪
(groans)
♪ ♪
(crying)
(growls)
(snarls)
(hisses)
(Grace grunting)
♪ ♪
(hissing)
♪ ♪
(growling)
(snarling)
(roars)
♪ ♪
(groaning)
(gasping)
Help me.
(gasping)
♪ ♪
(water falling)
♪ ♪
(inaudible)
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