Original subtitles

- Are we home? - I think so.

- I wanted a family, so that's what the house made for me.

- [muffled scream] - Jules, he's in the house.

[dark music]

- [moans]

[grunts]

- You're not supposed to be here!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - You followed us out?

- Don't you want to find some way

where we can still be a family?

- Well, there's a guaranteed way to get him

back inside the House.

It's if you go with him.

- I'm not stepping foot back in that place.

- [grunting] [crashing]

Margot!

- No, Margot, please don't go! Don't go!

[panting]

[crackling]

- You're starving.

- I can wait another day.

- It's been long enough.

It's okay. I wrote it down.

There was this lake that we would go to in the summer.

[distorted voices]

And when the light started to go away,

we would walk out into this big field,

and we would look for UFOs.

[distorted voices]

And you would say,

"It's getting dark.

It's time to go home."

[distorted voices]

You picked up an apple and said,

"Remember: if ever an apple just like this

"rolls out of the lake,

"don't take a bite.

The fish might be fishing for us."

What was that?

- A few afternoons.

[squishing]

[Madeleine's Peyroux's "Between the Bars"]

*

- * Drink up, baby

* Stay up all night

* The things you could do

* You won't, but you might *

* The potential you'll be *

* You'll never see *

* The promises you'll only make *

* Drink up with me now

* And forget all about

* The pressure of days

* Do what I say

* And I'll make you okay *

* And drive them away

* The images stuck in your head *

*

* People you've been before *

* That you don't want around anymore *

* That push, shove

* Won't bend to your will *

* I'll keep them still *

*

* Drink up, babe

* Look at the stars

* And I'll kiss you again *

* Between the bars

* Where I'm seeing you there *

* Hands in the air

* Waiting to finally be caught *

*

- Hey. You were looking for me?

- Yeah. You've been going on a lot of walks lately.

- Yeah. I was just trying to clear my head.

- You know they're suffering. It's not fair.

- Well, I don't have anything left to feed them.

I already gave them everything I don't want to remember.

- I just got so dizzy.

What?

[suspenseful music]

*

What?

[exhales sharply]

*

Wait--that wasn't there before.

- The world just rearranged itself.

- So, the house showed up somewhere new?

- Somewhere they speak French.

*

[piano music]

*

[dark music]

*

[indistinct chatter in French]

- [breathes heavily]

[indistinct chatter in French]

- How'd you hear about this place?

- My friends came last year.

- Everybody's like, "It'll change your life!"

- Hey, Jules.

[eerie dramatic music]

*

You can relax.

It's not gonna come while you're with me.

Whatever it is, it likes to get you alone, doesn't it?

- Yeah. I figured it might've starved to death by now.

- No. They don't starve to death.

Not while their food source is still out there.

They just hungrier and hungrier.

You have to be careful. - Wait.

- I'm just trying to help you. - Don't.

*

- Whatever it is--

- Don't.

- Whatever it is,

it hasn't eaten in so long that if it does get you...

it's gonna take everything.

So, just--

just keep your eyes open, all right?

- Mm-hmm.

*

Wait. This--this wasn't on the way

from the No-End House to Margot's last time.

- Yeah, well, it is now,

'cause everything got changed around.

It's only a couple blocks away.

It's a little close for comfort--believe me--

but I--you know, not really my call.

- What?

- What you don't understand is that this house is an organism.

It has instincts.

It has an appetite.

It has a will to survive.

And the more I understand it,

the more I admire it.

I wish you would, too.

- What is that? A sales pitch?

You sound psychotic, okay?

And I'm not buying

whatever it is that you're selling.

I came here to get Margot out,

and that is exactly what I am going to do,

so fuck you, and fuck the House!

Now take me to her.

- All right.

All right.

- [gasps]

[gasping]

[dramatic music]

*

[door slams]

- Another walk?

- Yeah. Everything's different now.

You hungry?

- I was thinking about something.

- Yeah?

- We should close the door.

- What do you mean?

- Well, to the House.

Popped up somewhere new out there to lure people in,

and--lock the door, or bar it, or set the house on fire.

- Whatever this thing is, it's--

it's evolved into it, so I just--

I--I don't know if it's gonna be that easy.

- But what if it is? We should at least try

so people don't come in and--

- No!

[sighs]

No.

- [groans]

[groans]

[panting]

[groaning]

Motherfucker.

[distorted voices]

[dark music]

*

[distorted voices continue]

*

- [echoing whisper] Come here.

[indistinct whispering]

Come closer.

Come closer.

Touch her.

- What are you?

Some psychological tumor?

- [deep growl]

[indistinct whispering]

- [sighs] What does it matter?

I'm not the same person.

- Hey, um, just tried you a couple times already.

Just wanted to see how orientation is going.

I just really need you right now,

so if you could give me a call...

- Margot?

- Touch me.

- Just call me, Jules! Hey, uh--

I know you want to, so I'm giving you permission

to run away--you're really fucking good at it!

- Touch me.

- I'm sure you're busy with your new life or whatever.

Give me a call. I know you want to,

so I'm giving you permission to run away!

You're really fucking good at it!

*

Give me a call. - [whispering] Jules.

- Jules?

[dramatic eerie music]

*

[footsteps approaching]

- Hey.

What are you doing?

- I'm still thinking about closing the door.

- You know what I think?

- What?

- I think you care about other people

more than you care about yourself.

Trust me.

I know you.

I can see the real you.

You can always count on one thing...

As long as you're here, I will always,

always be there for you.

Come on. Let's go inside.

[indistinct whispering]

[dark music]

[banging]

*

- [screaming] Let me out!

Let me out!

[screaming]

*

[screaming continues]

[whooshing]

[screeching]

[panting]

[screeching]

[screeching, growling]

[low roar]

[crying]

[screams]

- Is Seth coming back soon?

[soft ethereal music]

*

[door slams]

- John?

- Yes?

- Listen. Margot's got this really crazy idea in her head.

I'm a little worried.

- Is it crazy?

- I just don't think it's a good idea to do anything

here that, you know, could upset the ecosystem.

You know what I mean?

- No, not really.

- I'm worried that she's gonna try and do something stupid

like burn the house down or something.

I--I--and, you know, that doesn't work.

I've seen people try it.

- Keeping other people from getting trapped in here

sounds like a pretty good idea to me.

- Well, no, it's not.

I mean, if the House doesn't eat,

then--I don't know.

It might die.

And you--you're a part of the House,

so I'm just trying to look out for you.

- I'm gonna die anyway.

Margot's gonna get hollowed out,

so she might as well be dead.

As for you,

well, we all have to make sacrifices, now, don't we?

[footsteps approaching]

- [breathing heavily]

Do you remember me?

- Yeah. You're literally the last thing I'd ever forget.

What happened?

- I'm here to take you home.

Margot?

What?

- Um, well, it's not that easy.

- Yes, Margot. Yes, it is.

Come on. Let's go.

And we got to go now.

- No, Jules. I live here.

I--I would have to--

- What? Tell them? No.

This is a prison break, Margot.

- Look. I don't remember out there.

I mean, I know it exists,

but it's just this big, dark thing.

I remember you, and I remember the two people in this house.

- Margot, I have to show you something.

- Okay. What?

- Come on.

Come on.

No. Come on. Let's go.

[dark music]

*

- Margot?

*

Margot!

*

[door slams]

- What are we doing here?

- There's something you need to know about Seth.

[scratching]

- Who's here?

[scratching continues]

Who are you?

[pencil scratching]

- She's another you. Seth brought her here,

and he let the House hollow her out.

- How long has she been in the House?

[pencil continues scratching]

- She doesn't even know she's in the No-End House anymore.

- What are you guys talking about?

Is Seth coming back soon?

- Pretty soon, you'll be just as hollow as she is.

And then he'll replace you, too.

Hey.

Margot, are you gonna come home now?

You're coming with me now, right?

Right?

Let's go.

Let's go!

All right. I know what I have to do.

You're gonna wait here.

Okay? Okay.

- Wait. Where are you going?

- Wait here.

[eerie music]

*

- Hey.

- Hey.

I thought-- - You thought what?

- What's going on?

- You tell me.

- Oh, you're gonna have to be a little more helpful than that.

- Who lives here?

- You met her?

- I met something that used to be a person.

- We came in in the same group.

She didn't last very long. She was young.

There's less memories to steal.

I swear to God, Margot,

I just come to check on her sometimes.

- So, you came in together.

- Margot, look at you. You're all worried.

Your dad and I want you to come home.

Remember,

as long as you're here...

I'll be there for you.

I promise, Martian.

- Don't touch me!

[door shuts]

- Seth?

[door shuts]

[footsteps]

[door shuts]

[door opens, shuts]

- Seth?

[door opens, shuts]

[door shuts]

- Are you all right?

*

[knife sharpening]

[knife sharpening continues]

[knife sharpening stops]

- You're here for Margot.

- That's right.

- And you think that if I'm out of the way,

that it'll be easier for you to get her to go with you.

You're right.

Do it.

I know what I am.

And I have no problem with not existing.

- I guess I haven't been totally honest.

- Seth, these are people...

Like me, that went into that house

and never came out.

- [scoffs] You know, sometimes--

sometimes I think you don't recognize

how special this place is.

- Yeah, maybe I keep forgetting.

You know, honestly, I feel like I'm seeing you

for the first time, and you're not who I thought you were.

- No. Don't say that.

I'm what I always told you I was.

I'm someone that has never belonged anywhere

until this place took me in,

and it saved me.

- It's one thing for you to figure out how to live here,

and it's another thing for you to take other people

and feed them to a house every year.

- A house?

A house?

God! I keep waiting

for one of you to understand

how magnificent this place is!

All the gifts that it can give you!

Because memory is a disease!

And then this house is the cure!

How can you not see that?

But if you don't want to use it...

Maybe you're not who I thought you were.

Maybe you are just like everybody else.

Disappointing.

- Well, if memory's a disease, then what's love?

An infection?

- I did love you.

I still do love you.

I just loved them first.

- Yeah, until the House turned them into husks

and put them back in their boxes.

- All right. Well, I'm not a serial killer.

I'm just a serial monogamist.

- They're not mutually exclusive.

- Grow up, Margot.

You're not some helpless little girl.

- No, I'm not.

- Margot, come on.

Margot.

Let's go home.

*

Margot! Margot!

Margot!

*

[grunts]

Oh! No! No! No!

No, Margot! No!

Margot, no!

No! Please! Margot!

Margot, no!

No! No!

No! No! - Shh, shh, shh.

- No! No! - Shh, shh.

- No. No.

No. No.

*

*

[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

- Thank you.

- I wanted to protect you.

- I know.

[gentle music]

*

- [breathes deeply]

- [crying]

*

[shaky breathing, crying]

[sobbing]

*

*

- [gasps]

- [crying]

*

*

[crickets chirping]

- You ready to go?

- Yeah, I'm ready.

*

*

*

[door slams and latches]

[dark music]

*