- I'm back.
Maddie? What do you wanna wear tonight?
Maddie?
- Oh, sorry.
- Hello.
There you go. - Oh, thank you.
Guys, I can't read anymore.
My eyes are burning.
- Well power through, okay?
Our first exam is in less than forty eight hours.
- I thought that balancing three jobs in college would...
You're right. You're right.
I knew it would suck and it does.
This sucks. I have no life outside of these textbooks.
- Well, buckle down. Your collegiate ambitions
depend on this exam.
- Thanks, Mike.
I'm painfully aware of that.
- Okay, well, why don't we get together
tomorrow night and cram?
- I can't, I'm babysitting.
- What?
- Why the hell would you do that
the night before an exam?
- I know, I know, I know.
But look, they pay so well
and I couldn't afford to turn it down.
I need money for rent and don't even think about groceries.
I'm living off of instant ramen right now.
- Well, why don't you get Tom to cover for you?
- Tom? As in my Tom, look after a living, breathing child?
- Yeah. You get to study
and he can collect the money for you.
- No offense, Phoebe,
but I don't think Tom's exactly kid friendly.
- Okay, Tom can totally do it, alright?
All he has to do is just keep the kid alive
for a couple of hours. It's really not that hard.
- Tom?
I don't know.
He's just so-
- He's down. Tom O'Bannon
is down again.
His third match of the night.
He's really being taken to his limit
by Tyson Dux.
O'Bannon is a juggernaut.
He's a powerhouse,
but I don't think he has
what it takes to last the night.
- Come on Tom!
Fucking kill him!
Kill him!
O'Bannon is furious.
Tyson Dux is messed up.
Time's up. Pure strike from O'Bannon.
Oh, that one's got to hurt.
- Yeah!
- Oh, with a blind side headbutt to Dux.
This crowd is really behind O'Bannon.
- Yeah!
- Oh, he's got him
in his own suplex.
He's holding him. Holding him.
Tyson Dux can't get down. O'Bannon has him.
A back breaking maneuver.
And O'Bannon is fired up.
This crowd really behind him.
- O'Bannon! O'Bannon!
O'Bannon! O'Bannon!
There's your cut.
- 20 Bucks? That was a sold out crowd.
How do I only get 20 bucks?
- Take it or leave it, O'Bannon.
- Come on, man.
I got my ass kicked out there.
And this 20 bucks doesn't even cover gas.
- Hey, you don't like it?
You can piss off.
I got plenty other people
more than willing to take your place.
- Hey, you know what?
- What?
- See you next month, Dusty.
- Uh-huh. Bye-bye.
You know, life sucks, son and then you die.
Keep up the good work. You missed a spot.
Ladies.
- Crap.
Hey, baby.
- Hey, babe. How'd the match go?
- Oh, it was fine.
- Yeah? Did you win?
- Obviously.
Oh, another missing girl.
- What?
- Oh, my god that's Elise.
I know her.
No, she's so nice. What happened to her?
- If they knew that
she wouldn't be on a missing poster, babe.
- Oh, my god that's so sad.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, babe.
- Good, because I need you to babysit for me tomorrow.
- I need to do what?
- I need you to babysit for me so I can study.
- Come on, Phoebe.
I don't know how to take care of children.
- Yes, you do.
You'll be fine. It'll be easy.
It's only for a couple of hours
and right when I'm done studying,
I'll come back and take over.
This way I can still prep for my exam
as well as getting paid.
- So you get to keep the money?
- Duh, I'm broke.
We're- you're broke actually.
Please, it would really be helping me out.
And Grace, she is such a cute kid.
You're really gonna like her. She's so fun.
- No way.
- Yes way.
- I can't.
- You can.
- I don't want to.
- Okay.
How many times have I helped you
with any of your wrestling stuff
or whenever you need your underwear sewn?
- Trunks.
- Oh, god.
- Wrestling trunks, so what?
- Sure. Whatever. Fine.
My point is, you owe me.
- Can't you just ask one of your friends to do it?
I mean, guys don't babysit. Girls do.
- Wow. What an outdated, sexist way of thinking.
A guy can babysit.
- Yeah, a guy can babysit,
but then everybody's gonna assume he's a creep or something.
- Yeah, but you're not a creep or something.
- But everybody's gonna assume that I am.
- Okay. Okay, babe, you know what?
I need you to babysit for me tomorrow,
and you are going to do it
because you love me.
- God dammit.
Well, yes obviously I am going to do it.
- Yes, thank you.
Okay, so I am just gonna give Barb
a call and let her know that
you're coming.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Are there like special rules for a kid or something?
- Yeah. Don't feed her after midnight.
She's not a gremlin, Tom. She's a kid.
You'll be fine, okay?
Great, thank you.
Barb, Hi. Yeah, it's Phoebe calling.
Okay, so there's a mistake.
- You're a gremlin.
- There's a dinosaur here.
That's it now you've really made me mad.
- I need you tomorrow. Bring your tools.
- Morning, sexy.
How you feeling?
- Mm. Work wasn't easy last night.
Almost got dropped on my head a couple times.
- Mm. Oh, you're tough. You'll pull through.
So I called the Fosters.
- Who?
- Fosters? Remember, you're babysitting for me tonight?
- I'm still doing that?
- Damn, right you are.
Hey, look, it'll be fine.
I called them and I told them
I am sending a trusted replacement,
and they were actually really cool about it.
So it'll be good. You have to be there at four.
Grace is seriously awesome, she's a good kid, promise.
Okay? It'll be fun.
Love you.
- Babe, what time do you have to be there?
- Stop.
- Hi.
- Hi, I'm Tom.
- Oh, oh you're the-
- Babysitter.
- You're a man.
- Yeah.
- Sorry. Barb told me someone was filling in.
I just assumed... You don't often see men babysitting.
- No, you don't.
- You're not a weirdo, are you?
- No.
- No offense. I just,
I mean, you hear horror stories.
You know what, let's forget about it.
Phoebe trusts you, I trust you. Gill Foster.
- Tom. I promise I'm not a weirdo.
- Thank God. Come on in.
- Thanks.
- Hey, Barb. Sitters here.
- Yeah, let me take your coat.
- Thank you.
- I'll introduce you to Barb and her daughter.
- Yeah.
- Our daughter. I'm still not used to saying that.
We've only been married for seven months.
- Congratulations.
- Yeah, never had kids of my own.
So this whole family man thing, it's all very new.
Yeah. It's, yeah.
It's a great experience.
I love it.
Phoebe mentioned she'd be by later.
- Yeah. Yeah, she's gonna come by when she's done studying.
Thanks again for letting us do this.
Oh, hey we're just thrilled
you didn't cancel.
It's not often we get a night for ourselves.
Barb, the sitter's here.
Barb, this is Tom.
He's not a weirdo. I vetted him.
- Hi, Barb. It's nice to meet you.
- Likewise.
- Let's go introduce you to Grace.
Oh, she's just up in her playroom.
She really likes hanging out up here.
Grace, the babysitter's here.
Hi, sweetie.
- Grace, this is Tom.
- Where's Phoebe?
- Well she has some exams she has to study for
so Tom will be here until she's done.
- Okay.
- Your bedtime tonight is 8:30
and you can have one cookie.
8:30. One cookie.
Feel free to help yourself. They're really delicious.
- Alright, got it.
- Oh, and she likes to have a cup of tea before bed.
Just helps her relax.
- Any questions for us?
- Does she have anything wrong with her?
Like, is there anything weird
that I need to be worried about?
Like a peanut allergy or something?
- Oh.
- Oh, no, no. Should be pretty straightforward.
- Okay. Awesome.
- Alright, well let's head on back downstairs.
- Oh, sorry you said Phoebe should be here around 10:30?
- Yeah. Yeah, thanks again for letting us do this.
- Oh. We're not gonna be late.
We'll probably be home before midnight.
- Yeah, it would've been a nightmare
to find someone last minute. So we're really happy you came.
Oh, geez.
Here. That's for you.
And there should be pizza money in there.
And enough for you to tip the driver.
- Will do. Thank you.
- I'm coming.
Hey.
- Come in.
- Hey.
- Hey, babysitter man.
I don't remember your name.
- It's Tom.
- Okay.
- Oh, cool, building blocks.
- Don't touch it. I have it organized.
- What game are you playing?
- Bonsai Racers 5.
- Oh, Bonsai Racers 5. Badass.
- You said a swear.
- What?
- That's a bad word.
- Ass is a bad word?
- Yes.
- Are you homeschooled or something?
- No.
- All right.
Okay.
Well, I'll be downstairs if you need anything.
- Okay.
- Don't teach her to swear. You fucking idiot.
- We used to sit around our TV really close.
Hey.
- Hey.
- What's going on?
- Nothing.
- Did you fall or something?
- No.
- I thought I heard a noise.
- Wasn't me.
- Okay.
- What a nerd.
I'm hungry.
- You want some of those cookies?
We shouldn't have dessert before dinner.
We should order a pizza first.
- All right, pizza first.
What do you want on it?
- Double cheese.
- Double cheese pizza.
- Triple, if they let us.
- I'll make it happen.
♪ 1, 2, 3, 4 ♪
- Aloha.
- All right, how you doing?
- Good. How are you?
- Not too bad, thanks.
- Alright.
- Here, keep the change.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- Decent. Thanks, bro.
Wait, wait, wait a second.
Wait. I know you, dude.
You're Tom O'Bannon, bro.
- Yeah. - Yeah?
That's so dope.
I've seen you wrestle so many times.
You are such a badass man.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, man, I am a huge fan.
This is so cool. Dude, I've been training.
Look at that. Look at that. Not bad, right?
Feel it. Go ahead.
Just, just-
- Yeah, that's the real thing.
- Not bad, right?
- Good job, man. - Yeah, man.
Dude, is this your place?
Do you live here?
- Yeah, yeah. No, this is, this is my place.
Just hanging out with a lady. You know how it is, right?
- Oh, bro I know how it is.
Dude, I know how it is.
Hey, can I get a photo with you?
Is that all right?
- Yeah, man.
- Yeah? - Yeah, yeah.
- My friends would lose their minds, man.
- You got five bucks?
- Yeah, dude.
I mean, you just gave me a good tip.
- I'm just fucking with you.
- Yeah?
That was good.
All right, you got me, you got me.
Okay, okay, okay.
Here we go.
And boom.
Look at that. That's so dope.
- Looks good.
- Thanks, man.
You were an absolute beauty, bro.
- You drive safe.
- Yes, sir.
Tom O'Bannon.
Hey!
Hey, man.
Yo, what are you doing, bro?
You peeping on these people, bro? Are you spying?
Yo, you better not be, man
or I'm gonna call the cops.
Hey, you better not come at me either, man.
I've been practicing my wrestling moves
and I'll be happy to suplex your ass.
Alright, amigo.
I'm calling the cops.
- Ugh. Too much cheese.
- Well, you gotta chew before you swallow.
- It went down the wrong pipe.
- Is that Phoebe?
- It is.
- Do you love her?
- I do.
- Gross.
- Wanna play some video games?
- Sure, yes.
- Alright, grab everything let's go upstairs.
- Alright.
So you want some of those cookies?
- No, I'm stuffed.
Can I ask a question?
- Go for it.
- Have you ever seen someone die?
- Can't say that I have, no.
- My dad got really sick when I saw him die at the hospital.
- I'm sorry that happened.
You want to talk about it?
- Not really.
The worst part is after he died, my mom married Gill.
- Well, Gill doesn't seem so bad.
- Gill's an asshole.
- Grace, you just said a bad word.
- Yeah, but you said one so I could say one.
- Fair enough.
- Come on, play.
- What the hell are you supposed to be?
- Lie down on the floor.
Lie down on the floor now.
- Make me.
Come, on.
You..
Grace!
- Get away from me!
- What's going on?
What do you, what do you want?
Do you want- You want some money?
I got money. You can have my money.
Here, take it.
Take it.
Just let the girl go.
Do you want me? You can have me.
- We don't need you. We need the child.
- Yeah. Well, that's not happening.
- Let me go!
Fuck!
- You should have done this the easy way, asshole.
Hello, sweetie.
Don't be scared.
We don't have time for this.
Nice try.
Peekaboo!
Come on.
Come on, you little shit.
- Grace. Come on.
It's okay. Come on.
- Blood.
- Yeah, yeah, that's blood.
- Is that guy dead?
- No, he can't be.
He's-
- Oh, god.
- See honey, he's still alive.
- What did he want with me?
- Oh, well that doesn't matter now. It's all done.
And this guy, he's going to jail for a very, very long time.
I just need to call the police.
Do your parents have a landline?
- A what?
- A phone with a cord in it?
- Phones have cords?
- Okay, Jesus.
Do you have a smartphone?
- No, my mom says I have too much screen time as it is.
- Yeah, that sounds about right.
Okay, well, let's go find my phone
and we'll call the police.
Let's go for a drive.
They got the pizza guy
and they got my tires!
You assholes!
- What the heck was that?
- Okay, back inside.
Back inside. - Oh, my god. Hurry up.
- Okay.
So they got the pizza guy.
They slashed my tires
and they came in here after us.
How'd they get in the house?
Wait here.
- What was up there?
- Nothing.
Why don't you go and lock yourself into the bathroom, okay?
- Okay.
Can I grab some of my toys so I won't be bored?
- Yeah, that's fine.
- Okay.
- And I'm gonna go and have a chat
with our tied up friend.
I know you're awake. Quit playing possum.
So I saw your little arts and crafts display in the attic.
Hey, what are you guys, huh?
Some sort of mask wearing sex perverts or something?
- You should have just let us take the child.
It would've been so much easier for you.
- Yeah, you're batshit crazy.
- We will take the child then the girl too.
When the girl gets here, she will ascend.
It must be done.
- What do you mean, girl?
What girl? Do you mean Phoebe?
Have it your way, shithead.
If shit hits the fan, you're the first to go.
- Oh guys, thank you so much for driving me.
I really appreciate it.
- No problem, Pheebs. Mike loves to drive.
- I sure do.
- Oh, hey, do you guys wanna come in and say hi to Tom?
- No. - Sure.
- Yeah, he'd love it. Let's go.
- Sure.
- Door, Mike?
- Yeah.
- I got it.
- This is a creepy fucking house.
- Is there a pizza?
Okay, how do you think it's actually going?
- It's fine, okay. Don't stress out.
- Kid's probably dead.
- Nice.
- What?
- Michael.
- That's so weird. Okay, I'm just gonna text him quick.
- Okay.
We are here.
He should just be a second.
- That's fine. All right.
Boo?
That's weird.
- Michael do something!
- Okay.
- Help me!
- Come back with the car, Michael!
- Do something!
- Oh my god!
- Michael! Michael!
- Escape! Get in the fucking car!
Get in the fucking car!
- Phoebe!
- Tom!
- Mike!
- Oh, my god Mike get out of the car!
- Mike, behind you!
- Get out of the car, Michael!
- What? What?
- Mike! Now!
- There's somebody in the back.
- Michael, get out of the car!
Get out of the car, Michael!
- Get out! Get out of the car, Michael.
- Mike!
- We have to get inside.
- No, we can't just leave him.
Michael.
Get up, Michael!
- He's dead. We have to get inside now.
- No, he's not dead.
- Michael!
- We need to go inside.
- We can't just leave him.
- No, he said we need to go on.
- He's not dead!
- He's definitely dead. Let's go.
- Let's go. We gotta go. It's okay.
- Tell me what the fuck.
- Breathe.
- I need your phone. We need to call the police.
- Okay, well I don't know, the fucking creep took it.
- Breathe, breathe, breathe.
- Christine. - Chris.
- Christine, focus.
We need to call the police. Where is your phone?
- It's okay.
- It's in Mike's car.
- Of course, it is.
- Tell me what the fuck's going on!
- Okay, everybody calm down, alright.
I think I've figured out what's going on here.
We are under attack by a gang of sex perverts.
- What's taking so long?
- So a couple of them attacked us earlier.
I fought them off.
And there's a head in the attic.
- A head?
- Your foot's bleeding.
- Hmm. It sure is.
- Tom, Tom, you're getting blood all over the floors.
- Yeah, babe, that's really not the biggest problem
we need to deal with right now.
We need to get the girl
and we need to get the hell outta here.
- Oh, my god, Grace.
Where the fuck is grace?
- She's fine. I locked her in the bathroom.
- You what? Tom, you idiot.
- She's got toys and shit. She's fine.
- Mike's dead.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- I don't like beer.
- Grace, sweetie.
- Phoebe?
- Yes, it's me.
Can you open the door?
- Is it safe?
- Yeah, it's safe.
- Oh God. Come here, sweetie.
Are you okay? Are you okay?
- I'm okay but what's going on?
- Well, um.
- Well, there's a gang of mask wearing psychos
that are after you for some reason
and we think they're perverts.
- What are perverts?
- It's a bad person, honey. Come here.
Tom, can you do something about that foot please?
Here, don't look.
- Yeah, I could probably use a bandaid.
- Chris, you have your first aid, right?
- I can do CPR, but that's kind of it.
- Handle this.
- Come on, come on.
Let's go. Let's go, babe. Let's go.
- Okay, ready?
- Yeah.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Ah, fuck. Got duck.
I am trying my best here.
- Okay, we gotta find a way out of here.
They have my purse, Tom.
They have my phone. They have my keys.
- They killed Mike.
- And they killed Mike, right.
Sorry.
- We're going to die.
- Oh, god. No, no, no.
No, honey, no.
Are we?
- Oh my God.
- Okay, I'm gonna go figure out what that is.
- What? No, no, no.
Like hell you are.
You're not going anywhere alone.
- Yeah.
You stay here. Stay with them.
Keep the door closed after I leave, okay?
- What? Tom.
Okay, keep the door closed.
- Phoebe.
It's okay.
- Door, door.
Door, door, door.
Lock.
- Don't do it, Tom!
- Jesus.
- Don't kill him.
- I'm not gonna kill him. I'm just gonna bash him.
- Yeah, but what if you accidentally killed him?
- I won't.
- Well accidents happen all the time. You could.
- If I did, I probably wouldn't feel so bad about it.
- You wouldn't feel bad about killing a person?
- Not this guy. This is a bad fucking guy.
- Tom!
- Just let me handle this, okay?
- We're gonna get you!
Whore!
- Okay, bash him.
Didn't need to call me a whore.
- You can fuck off.
- What happened?
Did he fail?
This babysitter is really pissing me off.
It's time we let him see our true power.
- What the hell was that?
- Yeah, I forgot to mention,
I have one of those bastards tied up
in one of the other bedrooms.
- They've been here the whole time?
- That's right.
- With with Grace?
- That's correct.
- And what would've happened if they got in
and killed her, babe?
- What?
- Well, that didn't happen, obviously.
- Oh, my god. It sounds like they're trying to get out.
- Yeah, it does sound like that.
Which is fine 'cause I'm gonna go and deal with it.
- What?
- Wait here.
Here.
- What the hell am I supposed to do with this?
- Chop.
- Chop?
- Hey.
Okay, listen, pal.
I don't know if you're thinking about coming out of there,
but just fucking don't.
Holy shit.
I wanted to negotiate.
- Negotiations are over.
Oh, I'm waiting. Now let's go, pretty boy.
Now it's my turn.
Come on.
I'm going to eat you.
I'm gonna crack your bones and suck out the marrow
for an appetizer.
Next, I'm gonna bite your eyes outta your skull
and chew out your tongue for the main course.
For dessert I'm gonna snap your vertebrae
one by one
and drink the spinal fluid.
- Yeah?
There's just one problem with that.
- What's that?
- Chop.
Phoebe!
Come on, asshole.
- Jesus fucking Christ!
Tom!
- Phoebe!
Phoebe!
Phoebe, he's done! He's done!
Babe!
- Oh my god. Did we just kill those people?
- Did you see their faces? They weren't human.
Alright, we chopped his head off and he kept coming at us.
Babe, I'm starting to think these aren't sex perverts.
- Yeah, no shit.
Aw, fuck.
- Yeah, well.
What was this thing?
Fine.
Have it your way.
I'm sure I'll be seeing you.
So here's what we know for sure.
We're dealing with something supernatural.
Now, I don't wanna say that it's vampires.
I don't wanna say that it's zombies.
I don't wanna say that it's demons,
but they're definitely not human.
Maybe they used to be human, but they changed.
And I have no idea how many of them there are.
- No, no. We know that there's at least two.
There's the one with the messed up face that stole my purse.
And the one in the backseat of Mike's car.
Sorry.
- Right. Well, either way we gotta arm ourselves.
So everybody grab a knife.
- Okay.
- You too, kiddo.
- No, no. Tom. She can't have a knife.
- If one of those things comes at her
I want her to be prepared.
Maybe just don't tell your parents.
- Oh, god.
- Okay. I just need to go get a glass of water.
- Ah, ah. Arm yourself.
- Thanks.
This is really gonna help against demon fucking zombies.
- Right. - I need help.
- So we're not actually planning on using this, okay?
- Okay.
- But if you do need to stab someone. Mm-hmm. Tom?
- The others failed. We're running out of time.
- I am aware we're running out of time.
I don't need you telling me. I've never had a ritual
completely fall apart like this.
Look at his face.
- Let me go in there. You know, I can take care of him.
- You killed a pizza delivery boy.
That was amateur and sloppy.
You've done enough.
I sense a weakness in there. I can feel it.
We'll go in through the heart.
- Christine.
Christine, let me in.
- Mike?
- Christine, let me in, please.
- Oh, my god. Oh, my God.
Mike.
- Christine, they might come back.
- I knew it.
- Wait, what the hell are you doing?
- Phoebe, Mike's out there.
- Chris, Mike's dead. He's dead.
- I'm alive.
- See.
- We saw him die.
We saw him die, Chris.
- No, he's alive, Phoebe, let me open the door, please.
- Do you see those things in the kitchen? That's not Mike.
- Move Phoebe.
- Chris, it can't be Mike, okay? It's not him.
- Christine!
- Move Phoebe or I swear to fucking god!
- Chris.
- Move.
- Chris, it's not him.
- Please. Move.
- Chris, Chris don't.
- I love him.
- Chris.
- Mike, I knew you weren't dead.
- It's okay.
I'm here now.
- Chris. No, no, no.
Tom!
No!
- Fuck me, it's a zombie.
- Hi, Tom.
You know Tom, I never liked you.
Oh, Tom.
You're no pro.
Boorish.
Uneducated.
You're a fake wrestler.
- I'll show you fake. You hipster asshole.
- Hey, look at me.
Don't try to talk. It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay. It's gonna be okay.
Hey, it's gonna be good. You're gonna be okay.
Chris.
- That's how it's done, you fuck!
- What's with all the cars?
- I don't know. Maybe they had some friends come over.
- Well, that's not, we didn't okay that.
- Relax, Gill. I'm sure it's fine.
- There's a pizza delivery car here.
What the fuck?
- What the hell are you doing?
- We were attacked.
- We really gotta get outta here.
- You both stay away from me. I am calling the police.
- What?
- No, we need to get outta here.
- Yeah, we really need-
- You stay back or I'll fucking hit you again.
- Jesus.
- What? Where's Grace?
- She's upstairs. She's in the bathroom. She's safe, okay?
- We were attacked by masked men, alright?
They killed Mike.
- Who's Mike?
- That's Mike.
I know what it looks like, but he was already dead.
He came back to life. I had to kill him a second time.
- Barb, get Grace.
- Yeah. - We're leaving.
- No, no, no.
There is a head in your attic.
Yeah, I need to show you that. Then you can call the police.
- Let's go get Grace.
- Grace.
Open the door. Grace.
What the fuck?
Who the fuck gave you a knife?
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, you okay?
- I'm okay.
- It's just up here.
- Okay.
- What in the?
- Yeah, see, I told you, it's a fucking head.
Alright, those people, they were up here waiting for us.
The people that attacked us. This was planned.
This was fucking planned.
- What are you talking about?
- Phoebe, what the hell is going on?
- Behind you!
- Oh! Oh God. You scared the hell outta me.
- The people that attacked us.
Somebody had to let them in, Gill.
Damn.
- That wasn't supposed to be obvious.
I've never stabbed anybody before.
- I thought you could handle this.
- There were complications.
- Mommy, run!
- Oh, oh, Grace it's okay.
This is a friend of mommy's.
- Grace, don't move.
- Wait, we have to go.
Okay, we have to go now.
- Grace, stay with me.
- What's going on?
- Grace, listen to your mother. Come here now.
- No, no, no.
- I'm so sorry, Phoebe.
I know you probably don't understand
what's going on right now.
- Don't touch.
- He's down. I got him.
I stabbed him. I feel so powerful in life.
- This has to be done. It'll all make sense soon.
- Yeah, this was all supposed to be a lot easier.
Tom and Grace were supposed to eat
the cookies that Barb made.
- I drugged them so they'd pass out.
I was worried that he wouldn't eat the cookies.
I mean, you don't get a body
like that eating cookies, right?
- We were all going to ascend together. Quick and easy.
But your boyfriend he really fudged this up.
This is our night.
- What did you just say? What the hell, ascend?
- Yeah.
Yeah, we all die together
in honor of the eternal ones
so that we can live forever in paradise.
- You two have lost your goddamn minds.
You can't really think
that you're gonna get away with this, do you?
- We are.
Tonight we walk into the void
to achieve our purest forms as a family.
I mean, this world means nothing to us now.
- Why me? What the hell did I do to you people?
- Nothing. No, no, we're doing this because we like you.
You're our gift to the eternal ones.
It's a key part of the ritual.
It doesn't work without you.
Young women like yourself,
you hold a special place for them.
I mean, everybody loves college girls.
Not me, not me. I'm not into that kind of thing.
But, you know, a lot of people find young women alluring.
I mean, even the eternal ones do.
- No, no. There is no way that I'm gonna be a part of this.
This is insane.
- Well, I'm sorry sweetie, but you don't have a choice.
- What about Tom? Should I?
- No.
I'll feed him to The Head.
- Ah.
- Tom! You gotta get down.
- Let's go.
- Oh, god, Tom.
- Let's go.
- Tom!
- Phoebe!
- Let's go.
- Tom, get out!
- Forget about him he's dead!
- Tom!
- Oh, hell.
- You're gonna bleed out if you move too much.
I'd stay down if I were you.
- Yeah.
How do you want to do this?
You want a fist fight?
You want to use your knife like a coward?
- I don't need a knife to kill you.
Look at you.
You're a dead man walking.
No, I'm gonna feed you to The Head.
- The Head?
- He was the first.
He brought the power of the eternal ones to our dimension.
And they blessed him with immortality.
Obviously some shit has happened over the years.
The old man is still with us.
Wake up.
- Feed me!
- I am.
- Feed me!
- I am!
- Feed me!
- I'm going to feed you.
He gets cranky when he just wakes up.
- Mommy, I have to go pee.
- We don't have time, sweetie, okay.
- But I really have to go.
- You've been locked in the bathroom all night,
why didn't you go then?
- I didn't have to go then.
- Oh, she should go.
We don't want her wetting herself at the ritual.
- Grace.
- Fine, then you take her.
I'll take Phoebe to the barn.
Just-
- Oh, no, Grace you need to run.
They're trying to hurt you.
You need to get out. - Zip it.
- Don't listen to her, Grace. She's lying. Come on.
- Make this easy and approach the alter.
- Eat me.
- That's kind of the idea.
- Okay. Pee quick and wash your hands after.
- Feed me!
- Wow. We are so blessed.
Did you wash your hands?
You little asshole!
Fuck!
Barb! Barb!
- You're the asshole!
- You stabbed me.
You know what's next, kid?
- Chow time!
- Feed me.
- Oh, my, oh, oh.
- Ew.
- Oh, my god!
- Good job, Grace.
- I stabbed Gill.
- Well, Gill's an asshole.
- Told ya.
- You did.
I gotta stop the bleeding.
- Feed me!
- Shut up.
- Feed me.
- What are you doing?
- I gotta cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding.
- Won't that hurt?
- Oh, yeah.
- Can I help?
- You can get me a beer out of the fridge.
- It's kind of bloody. It's fine.
- So does Gill have any other weapons other weapons
other than these kitchen knives?
- Maybe in the work shed.
- Oh, thanks, sweetheart.
Shut up!
- You okay?
- No.
Fuck.
- Where's Grace?
- She stabbed me. I ran and-
- You ran?
- I've been stabbed, honey. It really hurts.
- Well go get her.
- It was my leg. I can't walk fast.
- Dammit, Gill, we need her.
- Do we both need to go? My leg really hurts.
- Gill!
- Fucking Gill!
Search the property.
We need to find the child.
So fucking move!
Fuck!
- I don't know why she stabbed me. She is really acting out.
- I just can't believe you left her.
- I was scared. I've never been stabbed before.
- This is a fucking mess.
- Yeah, well, you're the one who said
you could send a replacement.
- Oh. Oh, it's my fault.
You're the one who said
we couldn't tell grace about the eternal ones.
- Well, you know how kids are.
They can't keep their little mouth shut.
She'd say something to a kid at school
who'd say something to their parents
and then that dickhead principal would get involved.
- Shut up, Gill.
- Oh, nice. Get nasty with me
on the eve of the ascension. That's great.
- I killed my husband for you, Gill.
You promised me eternal life.
- And you'll get it, my darling.
You just need a little patience.
We're almost home free.
Shit!
- Grace, Grace, honey come out.
- He's gone, Barb.
- What about Tom?
- He's gone too.
- Shit.
- And The Head's gone.
- What?
- If he does anything to that head we are in big trouble.
- Fuck!
- Stay out here, okay.
Son of a bitch.
- Feed me.
- Oh, man.
- Is that guy dead?
- Yeah, he is.
Sucks 'cause he was a fan of mine too.
Rest easy, pal.
- Tom.
Is my mom bad?
- Yeah, she is.
But I don't know why yet so let's just blame Gill, okay?
Hide.
Now we're talking.
Go for it.
- Feed me!
Feed me!
Feed me.
- You want some finger?
No?
- Grace, don't feed The Head.
- How the hell can you even eat right now?
- Stress eating.
- I am shocked you even have an appetite.
Look, look at what happened to our friends.
- Well, we all knew the risks of joining a cult.
This is, I mean it's tough,
but after we ascend, it'll all be worth it.
- I'm just so disappointed in Grace.
You know, I just, I can't believe she ran.
- Honey, after all the stuff she's seen tonight.
I'm sure she's just a little worked up.
- I just, I hope that she knows, you know,
that she feels that I am,
I'm just doing the best that I can, you know?
- Honey, come on, she knows.
- Am I a bad mother?
- No. No.
You're a great mom.
You know, someday she's going to appreciate all this.
Seriously.
- Oh, Jesus!
Fuck.
- What the fuck happened to him?
Oh, no.
Don't do it, man.
- Okay,
back to the barn.
- Yeah.
- Well, well, well.
- Hello, Tom.
Sorry, I stabbed you. Shouldn't have done that.
Hey, let's talk this through, huh?
There's no need for any more violence.
- Oh, fuck no.
I like violence.
So here's what's gonna happen.
You're gonna go and fetch Phoebe,
and then we're gonna drive the fuck outta here.
If you don't, I'm gonna practice my golf swing
on old chatty Cathy here.
What do you think?
Maybe I could just start with you, Gill, huh?
- Ow.
- We will not negotiate with terrorists.
- That's fair enough.
- You know what, wait, wait.
You need to talk to our leader.
Please, just let him talk to you.
I'm sure you can come to a deal.
- Fetch him.
- You're a pretty good babysitter.
Did you kill all the others?
- As far as I know,
it seems that people have a hard time staying dead tonight.
- It would seem so.
What do you want?
- Give me Phoebe or The Head gets it.
- Oh, I'm afraid I need to keep Phoebe
and the little one there too.
Hello there, sweetie pie.
Do you want to come be with mommy?
- Fuck a duck.
- Atta girl.
Look, I'm gonna count to three, and if I don't see Phoebe,
I'm gonna go full Paul Bunyan on this skull
and smash it to fucking pieces.
One. - Go ahead.
- Two. I will smash this fucking thing.
- Kill him.
- What, you don't want your head?
- I would like The Head, but I need Phoebe.
The eternal ones grant us unlimited powers
and everlasting paradise when we ascend.
In exchange, we sacrifice copious amounts
of beautiful young women.
If Phoebe isn't presented as a tribute,
there will be death on a scale that you can't imagine.
The sacrifice must be done.
- Yeah, well, that doesn't really work for me.
- Well, you have two choices.
One, you step away from The Head
and I'll allow you to slither back to your pathetic life.
And the ritual will proceed as intended.
Option two, you kill The Head,
my man here kills you.
And the ritual will still proceed as intended.
Choose.
- Feed me.
- Shut the fuck up.
Well, looks like I'll take my chances with the big fella.
- A fool's choice.
- I have an ax.
- Bring me the girl, make the babysitter know true pain.
- Alright, so I don't have an ax.
- Yeah, Tom!
Kick his ass!
- You hit like a 10 year old girl at a pillow fight.
- No, leave him alone.
- Feed me!
Feed me!
- No fucking way.
Grace, feed The Head!
- I'll get him.
- Grace!
- Are you okay?
- No, but that's not important right now.
Right now we need to get Phoebe
and get the hell outta here.
- How?
- I'm gonna go into that barn
and I beat the ever loving shit outta
that pretentious bastard.
Now we're gonna get Phoebe and we're gonna leave.
- Get my mom outta there too.
- Yeah, I can get your mom out too.
She's probably gonna need some help
and likely spend some time in jail, but...
- Thank you.
- What about Gill?
- You gotta do what you gotta do.
- This is gonna sound like a dumb question,
but have you ever driven a car before?
- When my dad was alive,
he used to let me steer sometimes when he'd drive.
- All right, close enough.
Go to the pizza guy's car,
get it running.
Wait 10 minutes and if either Phoebe or I don't come out,
go find the police or somewhere safe, okay?
- Okay.
See you in 10 minutes.
- Hey,
good job.
I'm a damn good babysitter.
Oh, okay.
- What's taking so long?
- What?
- Are you alright?
- No.
- Why won't you just die?
- Where's Grace?
- She's gone. Game over. You lose.
- Do you have any idea what you have done?
Shut up, Gill.
- Oh, god.
- You childish, ignorant asshole.
The eternal ones will tear their way
through our dimension and destroy us.
- Ah, well you play with fire.
What the hell is that?
- They're knocking.
They want in.
- If we don't finish this, we're dead.
We're all dead!
- Tom, what did you do?
- I'm trying to save you.
- How?
- I don't know. I'm just winging it.
This is a bit of a curve ball, babe.
- They need a tribute.
She needs to jump in or else they'll destroy us all.
- A tribute?
- Yes.
- You'll do.
- No, no, wait, wait, wait.
- Well, that takes care of that.
All right, come on, babe let's get you outta here.
Come on.
- I think you pissed him off.
- Uh-huh.
So what do we do now?
- You just threw in the only person who knew.
- I'm going in.
- What?
I'm gonna go in and fight
whatever's on the other side of that door.
- No, no, no, no. Tom, you can't.
You can't.
- Phoebe, I love you.
This is the way it's gotta be.
- Come back to me.
- I will.
- Weep! Weep!
For I am the harbinger of doom.
- Forgive us, eternal one.
We are mortal and weak, forgive us.
Forgive us.
- Fuck!
- I will sow pain and misery.
I will harvest flesh and blood.
Total destruction is nigh.
You pathetic mortal.
Your soul will feed my power.
The sacred contract was broken.
I'll take you all as slaves.
- Fuck.
- You will serve us for all eternity.
No one can stop our power.
Oh, shit.
- It was 10 minutes.
- Oh my God. Grace, are you okay?
Are you sure? Are you hurt at all?
Okay. Nevermind, okay.
- Sweetie, you saved us.
Bring it in. Group hug.
- No. Don't fucking touch me. Come here.
Don't talk to her, okay.
- Alright, let's get the hell outta here.
- Okay. Are you okay to come with us?
It's gonna be okay.
- Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah.
Come on, get him.
Kill him!
- Kill him! Come on rip his face off!
Kill him!
Fuck. Come on.
Go! Get her! Come on! Rip her head off!
- Pull!
Tom!
- Get him! Rip her head off!
- Come on, pull.
- Pull.
- Fuck.
- Pull. Pull!
- Come on pull!
Good job.
Come on.
- Wow, way to go everybody. We did it.
- Mrs. Foster.
- Yeah?
- I quit.
Okay, sweetie, get in the back seat.
Tom?
- Yeah?
- I still have to write my exam today.
- Okay.
- Feed me!
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