Original subtitles

(typewriter clacking)

(typewriter dings)

(runner panting)

(feet tapping)

(music playing from headphones)

(keys clinking)

(door clattering)

(door closing and locking)

(shower running)

(roommate panting)

(keys clinking)

(roommate thudding)

(ominous music)

(roommate panting)

(glass clinking)

(sipping drink)

(shower running)

(feet tapping)

(door creaking)

(door closing)

- I'm back.

(lamp clicks)

Maddie? What do you wanna wear tonight?

(shower running)

Maddie?

(shower running)

Maddie?

(eerie music)

(door creaking)

(ominous music)

(knife stabbing) (woman grunting)

(blood gushing)

(Loverboy shushing)

(knife stabbing)

(blood gushing)

(woman whimpering)

(knife clattering) (glass breaking)

(woman crying)

(Loverboy panting)

(woman yelling)

- Oh, sorry.

(cart rolling)

(pen clattering)

(Phoebe sighing)

- 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.

(hand smacking)

- 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?

(Mike snorting)

- 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.

(Christine muttering)

- 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-

(Tom smacking)

- [Announcer] He's down. Tom O'Bannon

(camera snapping)

is down again.

(crowd member yelling)

His third match of the night.

He's really being taken to his limit

by Tyson Dux.

(crowd yelling)

(arms smacking)

(camera snapping)

O'Bannon is a juggernaut.

(fists thudding)

He's a powerhouse,

but I don't think he has

what it takes to last the night.

(arms thumping)

(audience yelling)

(fists thudding) (camera smacking)

(punch thumping) (camera snapping)

- [Crowd] Come on Tom! (camera snapping)

(audience yelling)

(fist thumping) (camera snapping)

- [Audience Member] Fucking kill him!

Kill him! (camera snapping)

(arm thumping) (camera snapping)

(audience yelling)

(camera snapping)

(fist thudding)

- [Announcer] O'Bannon is furious.

Tyson Dux is messed up.

Time's up. Pure strike from O'Bannon.

(wrestler thudding)

Oh, that one's got to hurt.

(audience cheering)

- Yeah!

(camera snapping)

(heads crashing)

- [Announcer] Oh, with a blind side headbutt to Dux.

This crowd is really behind O'Bannon.

(ropes twinge)

(wrestler thudding)

- [Audience Member] Yeah!

- [Announcer] Oh, he's got him

(camera snapping)

in his own suplex.

He's holding him. Holding him.

(camera snapping)

Tyson Dux can't get down. O'Bannon has him.

(camera snapping)

(wrestlers thudding)

(can spraying)

A back breaking maneuver.

(bell dings)

And O'Bannon is fired up.

This crowd really behind him.

(crowd cheering)

- [Crowd] O'Bannon! O'Bannon!

O'Bannon! O'Bannon!

(camera snapping)

(crowd cheering)

(hand thudding) - 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?

(Dusty sighing)

- What?

- See you next month, Dusty.

- Uh-huh. Bye-bye.

You know, life sucks, son and then you die.

(sighing)

Keep up the good work. You missed a spot.

Ladies.

(woman muttering)

(Dusty mumbling)

- Crap.

(door creaking)

(door closing)

Hey, baby.

- Hey, babe. How'd the match go?

- Oh, it was fine.

(can hissing)

- 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.

(TV clicks on)

(objects clattering)

(sighing)

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.

(Tom sighing)

- Can't you just ask one of your friends to do it?

I mean, guys don't babysit. Girls do.

(Phoebe huffing)

- 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.

(Tom sighing)

- You're a gremlin.

(drink slurping)

- [Man On TV] There's a dinosaur here.

That's it now you've really made me mad.

(yelling from TV)

(phone buzzing)

(phone beeping)

- [Caller] I need you tomorrow. Bring your tools.

(phone clicking off)

(ominous music)

(door creaking)

(knife clattering)

(door closing)

(Tom grunting)

- Morning, sexy.

How you feeling?

- Mm. Work wasn't easy last night.

(water running)

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.

(floor creaking)

(Tom sighing)

(rock music)

- Babe, what time do you have to be there?

(Phoebe giggling)

- [Phoebe] Stop.

(rock music)

(cars rushing past)

(muffled rock music)

(car door slamming)

(stones crackling)

(gentle music)

(Tom knocking on door)

(door creaking)

- 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.

(door creaking)

- 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.

(tray cluttering)

- 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.

(door creaking)

- 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.

(car horn honking)

- I'm coming.

(car door closes)

Hey.

(car starting)

(car rumbling)

(soft music)

(door creaking)

(door locking)

(ominous music)

(Tom knocking)

- 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.

(toys clattering)

- 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.

(ominous music)

- [TV Woman] We used to sit around our TV really close.

(remote clicking)

(chattering from TV)

(mysterious thumping)

(remote clicking)

(Tom sighing)

(Tom knocking)

Hey.

- [Grace] Hey.

- What's going on?

- Nothing.

- Did you fall or something?

- No.

- I thought I heard a noise.

- Wasn't me.

- Okay.

(door closing)

- What a nerd.

(wood creaking)

(footsteps tapping)

(eerie music)

(door opening)

(wood creaking)

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.

(footsteps departing) (door closing)

(wood creaking)

♪ 1, 2, 3, 4 ♪

(rock music)

(car rumbling)

(knocking on door)

(door creaking)

- 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?

(Pizza Boy laughing)

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?

(Pizza Boy stuttering)

- Yeah, dude.

I mean, you just gave me a good tip.

- I'm just fucking with you.

- Yeah? (chuckling)

That was good.

All right, you got me, you got me.

Okay, okay, okay.

Here we go.

And (camera clicking) boom.

(Pizza Boy chuckling)

Look at that. That's so dope.

- Looks good.

- Thanks, man.

You were an absolute beauty, bro.

- You drive safe.

- Yes, sir.

(Pizza Boy giggling) Tom O'Bannon.

(car starting)

(door locking)

(rock music)

(Pizza Boy coughing)

Hey!

Hey, man.

(car door closing) 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.

(car music playing faintly)

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.

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

Alright, amigo.

I'm calling the cops.

(knife thudding)

(blood gushing)

(Pizza Boy choking)

(blood gushing)

(Pizza Boy coughing)

(Grace coughing)

- Ugh. Too much cheese.

- Well, you gotta chew before you swallow.

- It went down the wrong pipe.

(cellphone dings)

- 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.

(car tire bursting)

(air rushing out)

(metal clanking)

(foot thumping)

So you want some of those cookies?

- No, I'm stuffed.

Can I ask a question?

- Go for it.

(game controller clicking)

- Have you ever seen someone die?

(eerie music)

- 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.

(kettle clattering)

(stove clacking)

(mug clanking)

(footsteps tapping)

(mysterious thumping)

(footsteps departing)

(cellphone dings) (lid clanking)

(dark music)

(cellphone clattering)

(video game music)

(wood creaking)

(eerie music)

(footsteps thudding)

(video game music)

(ominous music)

(spoon clinking)

(knife droning)

(bright music)

(dishes cluttering)

(cabinets creaking)

(foreboding music)

- What the hell are you supposed to be?

- Lie down on the floor.

(intense music)

(Grace yelling)

Lie down on the floor now.

(tea kettle whistling)

- Make me.

(Bernie grunting)

(kick thumping)

(Bernie crashing and grunting)

(tea kettle clattering)

(water splashing)

(Bernie yelling)

(Bernie panting)

(skin bubbling)

(Bernie yelling)

Come, on.

(knife clanking)

(head thumping)

(skin sizzling)

(Bernie wailing)

(Bernie straining)

(skin continues sizzling)

(blood dripping)

(skin bubbling)

(Bernie grunting)

(body thumping)

(Tom panting)

You..

(Grace yelling)

Grace!

(footsteps shuffling)

- Get away from me!

(Grace straining)

- 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.

(knife clinking)

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.

(knife clinking)

- Yeah. Well, that's not happening.

(Grace grunting)

- Let me go!

(blocks crushing)

(fists thumping)

(knife clinking)

(fist thumping)

(Tom yelling)

Fuck!

(Tom panting)

- You should have done this the easy way, asshole.

(blood gushing)

(ominous music)

(Spinhead huffing)

(Tom grunting)

(blood gushing)

(door creaking)

Hello, sweetie.

Don't be scared.

(door opening)

(Tom grunting)

(Tom yelling)

(blood gushing)

(Tom sighing)

(knife clattering)

(blood dripping)

(door closing)

We don't have time for this.

(Grace gasping)

(intruder chuckling)

Nice try.

(footsteps thudding)

(mattress squeaking)

Peekaboo!

(Grace yelling)

(Spinhead thudding)

(Grace yelling)

Come on.

Come on, you little shit.

(foot stomping)

(Tom yelling painfully)

(Spinhead crashing)

(Spinhead thudding)

(Tom screaming)

(Grace crying)

- 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-

(foot stomping)

(Spinhead grunting)

- Oh, god.

- See honey, he's still alive.

(eerie music)

(hand thudding)

(knife clinking)

(Bernie panting)

(thudding)

- 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.

(cellphone dings)

(suspenseful music)

(cellphone tapping)

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.

(Tom groaning)

(floor creaking)

(stove burner crackling)

(door creaking)

(knife clanking)

Let's go for a drive.

(front door creaking)

They got the pizza guy

and they got my tires!

You assholes!

(wood creaking)

- What the heck was that?

- Okay, back inside.

Back inside. - Oh, my god. Hurry up.

(door creaking)

(both panting)

- Okay.

So they got the pizza guy.

(blood gushing)

They slashed my tires

(air rushing out)

and they came in here after us.

How'd they get in the house?

(eerie music)

(mysterious music)

Wait here.

(wood creaking)

(mysterious music)

(wood creaking)

(candle flickering)

(foreboding music)

- 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.

(Spinhead grunting)

(door creaking)

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?

(Spinhead chuckling)

(hand smacking)

Have it your way, shithead.

If shit hits the fan, you're the first to go.

(door slamming)

(upbeat music)

(car rumbling)

- 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 cluttering)

- Door, Mike?

- [Mike] Yeah.

- I got it.

(car door slamming)

- This is a creepy fucking house.

(car door slamming)

- 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.

(door handle cluttering)

- That's so weird. Okay, I'm just gonna text him quick.

- Okay.

We are here.

(grass rustling)

He should just be a second.

- That's fine. All right.

(cellphone dings)

Boo?

That's weird.

(Phoebe yelling)

(all screaming)

- Michael do something!

- Okay.

- [Phoebe] Help me!

- Come back with the car, Michael!

(Phoebe yelling)

- Do something!

(fists thumping)

(Phoebe yelling)

(Bernie scowling)

(bottle spraying)

(Bernie thumping)

(girls yelling)

- [Girls] Oh my god!

(knocking on door rapidly)

(car horn honking)

- Michael! Michael!

- Escape! Get in the fucking car!

(car horn honking continuously)

Get in the fucking car!

- Phoebe!

- Tom!

(car keys clinking)

- Mike!

(car starting)

- Oh, my god Mike get out of the car!

- Mike, behind you!

- Get out of the car, Michael!

- What? What?

(ominous music)

- Mike! Now!

- [Tom] There's somebody in the back.

- [Christine] Michael, get out of the car!

Get out of the car, Michael!

- Get out! Get out of the car, Michael.

(blood splattering)

- Mike! (crying)

(Mike shuffling)

- [Tom] We have to get inside.

- No, we can't just leave him.

(Mike thudding)

Michael.

Get up, Michael!

(blood gushing)

(Christine sobbing)

- He's dead. We have to get inside now.

- No, he's not dead.

(Mike grunting)

(knife thumping)

- [Christine] Michael!

- [Tom] We need to go inside.

- [Christine] We can't just leave him.

- [Tom] No, he said we need to go on.

- [Christine] He's not dead!

(blood dripping) (knife thumping)

(blood spraying)

(Christine sobbing)

- He's definitely dead. Let's go.

- Let's go. We gotta go. It's okay.

- Tell me what the fuck. (sobbing)

- 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.

- [Tom] Christine, focus.

We need to call the police. Where is your phone?

- It's okay.

- It's in Mike's car. (crying)

- 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.

(intense music)

(Christine crying)

(Bernie wailing)

(grass rustling)

(door creaking)

(Bernie grunting)

(body thudding)

(Meat growling)

(Slackjaw chuckling)

(hay stack rustling)

(mysterious music)

- What's taking so long?

(eerie music)

(voices whispering)

(bottles clanking)

- 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.

(Christine sniffling)

- Mike's dead.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(Christine gurgling)

- I don't like beer.

- Grace, sweetie.

- [Grace] Phoebe?

- Yes, it's me.

Can you open the door?

- [Grace] 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.

(blood gushing)

(dark music)

- Handle this.

(Slackjaw giggling)

- Come on, come on.

Let's go. Let's go, babe. Let's go.

- Okay, ready?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

(Tom yelling painfully)

- 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?

(Tom grunting)

(distant crashing)

- [Phoebe] Oh my God.

- Okay, I'm gonna go figure out what that is.

- [Phoebe] 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.

(Christine crying)

It's okay.

(mysterious music)

(glass breaking)

- [Slackjaw] Door, door.

Door, door, door.

(glass breaking)

Door, door, door.

Lock.

Lock.

(door creaking)

(Slackjaw yelling painfully)

(drawer clattering)

- 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.

(frying pan thudding)

(glass breaking)

Didn't need to call me a whore.

(suspenseful music)

- You can fuck off.

(rock music)

(door slamming)

(voices whispering)

(hay rustling)

- What happened?

Did he fail?

This babysitter is really pissing me off.

It's time we let him see our true power.

(voices whispering)

(lightning pounding)

(distant yelling)

(bones cracking)

(Spinhead grunting)

(fists punching)

- What the hell was that?

(body thudding)

- 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.

(Christine scoffing)

- With with Grace?

- That's correct.

(Phoebe chuckling)

- And what would've happened if they got in

and killed her, babe?

- What?

- Well, that didn't happen, obviously.

(objects clattering)

- 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.

- [Phoebe] What?

- Wait here.

Here.

- What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

- Chop.

- Chop?

(intruder clamoring)

(knocking)

- Hey.

(door thudding)

Okay, listen, pal.

I don't know if you're thinking about coming out of there,

but just fucking don't.

(door creaking)

(neck cracking)

(intense music)

Holy shit.

(Spinhead yelling)

(Tom crashing)

(Tom choking)

I wanted to negotiate.

- Negotiations are over.

(Tom thudding)

Oh, I'm waiting. Now let's go, pretty boy.

(Tom yelling)

(fist punching)

(bones cracking)

Now it's my turn.

(fists thudding)

(Tom thumping)

Come on.

(kicks pounding)

(ominous music)

(Tom shuffling)

(Spinhead chuckling)

(frying pan clanking)

(skin squishing)

(mask clatters)

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.

(knife clinks)

(Spinhead blabbering)

(Phoebe yelling)

Phoebe!

Come on, asshole.

(Phoebe thudding)

(frying pan clanks)

(blood dripping)

(blood splattering)

(frying pan clanking)

(knife clattering)

(blood splattering and gushing)

(Phoebe yelling)

(blood spraying)

- Jesus fucking Christ!

(blood gushing)

(blood spraying)

(Phoebe yelling)

(blood dripping)

(dramatic music)

Tom!

(Slackjaw muttering and laughing)

- Phoebe!

(glass shattering)

(knife thumping)

(blood gushing)

(knife thumping continuously)

Phoebe!

(knife thumping)

Phoebe, he's done! He's done!

Babe!

(knife thudding)

- 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.

(dramatic music)

- Yeah, no shit.

(scoffing) Aw, fuck.

- Yeah, well.

(blood spraying)

(door creaking)

(metal clanking)

What was this thing?

Fine.

(severed head thudding)

Have it your way.

I'm sure I'll be seeing you.

(door creaking)

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.

(Phoebe whining)

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?

(mysterious music)

(severed head thudding)

- 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.

(skin squishing)

- 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.

(voices whispering)

(doors thumping)

(Mike gasping)

(bones cracking)

(heart beating)

(Mike panting)

(Christine sniffling)

(hand thudding)

(metal clanking)

- [Mike] Christine.

(Christine sniffling)

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.

(door lock clicking)

- Wait, what the hell are you doing?

(lock clicking)

- Phoebe, Mike's out there.

- Chris, Mike's dead. He's dead.

- [Mike] 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.

- [Phoebe] Chris.

(door lock clicking)

(door creaking)

- Mike, I knew you weren't dead.

- It's okay.

I'm here now.

(knife clattering)

(Christine sighing)

(ominous music)

(blood gushing)

- Chris. No, no, no.

(Phoebe yelling)

(Mike gurgling)

Tom!

(Mike spitting)

No!

(blood spluttering)

(footsteps shuffling)

- Fuck me, it's a zombie.

- Hi, Tom.

(Tom yelling)

(Phoebe thudding)

(blood dripping)

You know Tom, I never liked you.

(fist thudding)

(blood dripping)

Oh, Tom.

(Tom crashing)

You're no pro.

Boorish.

Uneducated.

You're a fake wrestler.

(Mike wincing)

(Mike thudding)

(Phoebe blubbering)

(Mike grunting)

- I'll show you fake. You hipster asshole.

(rock music)

(body slamming)

(Christine choking)

- Hey, look at me.

Don't try to talk. It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's gonna be okay.

(rock music) (body slamming)

Hey, it's gonna be good. You're gonna be okay.

Chris.

(Phoebe sobbing)

(Tom grunting)

(blood splattering)

- That's how it's done, you fuck!

(car doors closing)

- 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.

(body thumping)

(Tom grunting)

(door creaking)

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.

- [Phoebe] What?

- No, we need to get outta here.

- [Phoebe] Yeah, we really need-

(fist thudding)

(Gill wincing)

- 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.

(blood gushing)

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.

(eerie music)

- Let's go get Grace.

- Grace. (knocking on door)

Open the door. Grace.

(wood creaking)

What the fuck?

Who the fuck gave you a knife?

(knife clattering)

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!

(Barb yelling)

- Oh! Oh God. You scared the hell outta me.

- The people that attacked us.

Somebody had to let them in, Gill.

Damn.

(Gill panting)

- That wasn't supposed to be obvious.

(Tom panting)

I've never stabbed anybody before.

(chuckling)

- 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.

- [Grace] 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.

(hand smacking)

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? (tongue clicking)

- No.

I'll feed him to The Head.

- Ah.

- Tom! You gotta get down.

- Let's go.

- Oh, god, Tom.

- Let's go.

(Phoebe yelling)

- Tom!

- [Grace] Phoebe!

- [Gill] Let's go.

- Tom, get out!

- Forget about him he's dead!

- Tom!

(Gill groaning)

(metal clanking)

- Oh, hell.

- You're gonna bleed out if you move too much.

(Tom panting)

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?

(Loverboy chuckling)

- 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.

(upbeat music)

- 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!

- [Loverboy] I am!

- Feed me!

- I'm going to feed you.

He gets cranky when he just wakes up.

(Phoebe crying)

- [Grace] Mommy, I have to go pee.

- [Barb] 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.

- (chuckling) That's kind of the idea.

(Tom grunting)

(fist thudding)

(metal music)

(The Head groaning)

(footsteps shuffling)

- Okay. Pee quick and wash your hands after.

(door closing)

- [The Head] Feed me!

- Wow. We are so blessed.

(door creaking)

Did you wash your hands?

(Gill grunting)

You little asshole!

Fuck!

Barb! Barb!

- You're the asshole!

(rock music)

(Tom yelling)

(Loverboy chuckling)

(Loverboy exclaiming)

(knife clattering)

- You stabbed me.

You know what's next, kid?

- Chow time!

- [The Head] Feed me.

(body clattering)

(The Head yelling)

(Loverboy wailing)

(blood dripping)

- Oh, my, oh, oh.

- Ew.

(Loverboy shrieking)

- [Loverboy] Oh, my god!

(Loverboy screaming)

(Tom grunting)

(body thudding)

(Tom straining)

- Good job, Grace.

- I stabbed Gill.

- Well, Gill's an asshole.

- Told ya.

- You did.

I gotta stop the bleeding.

- Feed me!

- Shut up.

- [The Head] Feed me.

(flies buzzing)

(Tom huffing)

- 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.

(beer can hissing)

(Tom slurping)

(knife clinking)

(sizzling) (Tom yelling)

(The Head chuckling)

Shut up!

- You okay?

- (sipping) No.

(The Head laughing)

(loud thudding) (Phoebe whimpering)

(door creaking) - [Gill] 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!

(Bernie muttering)

Fuck!

(dark music)

- 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.

(ominous music)

Shit!

- Grace, Grace, honey come out.

- He's gone, Barb.

- What about Tom?

(feet tapping)

- He's gone too.

- Shit.

- And The Head's gone.

- What?

- If he does anything to that head we are in big trouble.

- Fuck!

(Gill screaming)

(door creaking)

- 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.

(keys clinking)

- Tom.

Is my mom bad?

- Yeah, she is.

But I don't know why yet so let's just blame Gill, okay?

(The Head muttering)

(nearby creaking)

Hide.

(Grace gasping)

(nearby muttering)

(tools clanking)

(grass rustling)

(suspenseful music)

(ax clinks)

Now we're talking.

(Bernie muttering)

Go for it.

(dramatic music)

(The Head groaning)

(ax crashing)

(The Head laughing)

(blood spraying)

(Bernie wailing)

- Feed me!

(wailing continues)

Feed me!

Feed me.

(The Head panting)

- You want some finger?

(The Head munching)

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.

(Bernie crashing)

- Oh, Jesus!

Fuck.

- What the fuck happened to him?

(blood dripping)

Oh, no.

(Bernie groaning)

(blood spraying)

Oh, no.

Don't do it, man.

(blood gushing out)

(hand sizzling)

(Bernie yelling)

(body thudding)

- Okay,

(clapping) back to the barn.

- Yeah.

(cryptic music)

- 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?

(The Head thudding)

- 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.

(Gill and Barb muttering)

(grass rustling)

(The Head groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(grass rustling)

(mask squeaking)

- 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.

- [The Head] Feed me.

- Shut the fuck up.

(skull cracking)

Well, looks like I'll take my chances with the big fella.

(blood spraying)

- A fool's choice.

- I have an ax.

- Bring me the girl, make the babysitter know true pain.

(rock music)

(rock music)

(Meat growling)

(Tom grunting)

- Alright, so I don't have an ax.

(Meat grunting)

(fists punching)

- Yeah, Tom!

(body thudding)

Kick his ass!

(men grunting)

(fists thudding)

(rock music)

- You hit like a 10 year old girl at a pillow fight.

(men grunting)

(Meat grunting)

(Tom choking)

- No, leave him alone.

(hands smacking)

(Tom coughing)

(Meat yelling)

(fists thudding)

(Meat growling)

(Meat exclaiming)

(rock music)

(fists thudding)

(Meat coughing)

(body thudding)

- Feed me!

Feed me!

- No fucking way.

Grace, feed The Head!

- I'll get him.

- Grace!

(Meat yelling) (The Head chewing)

(Grace cheering)

(body thudding)

- 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, (keys clinking)

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.

(keys clinking)

See you in 10 minutes.

- Hey,

good job.

I'm a damn good babysitter.

(Tom groaning)

Oh, okay.

(intense music)

- 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?

(punch thudding)

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.

(doors booming)

What the hell is that?

- They're knocking.

They want in.

- If we don't finish this, we're dead.

We're all dead!

(thunder booming)

(storm thundering)

- 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.

(Barb yelling)

(storm thundering)

- Well, that takes care of that.

(doors hissing)

All right, come on, babe let's get you outta here.

(doors clanking)

Come on.

(voices yelling)

(thundering)

- 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.

(heroic music)

- Come back to me.

- I will.

(fist thudding)

(The Jackal yelling)

- Weep! Weep!

For I am the harbinger of doom.

(Tom grunting)

- Forgive us, eternal one.

We are mortal and weak, forgive us.

Forgive us.

(storm booming)

(Gill yelling)

- Fuck!

- I will sow pain and misery.

(clothes ripping)

I will harvest flesh and blood.

(clothes ripping)

Total destruction is nigh.

(fist thudding)

(The Jackal laughing)

(hand cracking)

You pathetic mortal.

(Tom groaning)

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.

(car rumbling)

(car crashing)

(The Jackal yelling)

(voices yelling)

(bones cracking)

(storm booming)

(The Jackal screaming)

(air sucking)

(door closing)

(car door creaking)

- 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.

(Tom panting)

- Alright, let's get the hell outta here.

- Okay. Are you okay to come with us?

It's gonna be okay.

(Tom crashing)

(Meat grunting)

- Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah.

Come on, get him.

Kill him!

(Tom choking)

(Phoebe grunting)

- [Barb] Kill him! Come on rip his face off!

Kill him!

(metal clanking)

(blood gushing)

Fuck. Come on.

(rock music)

(Phoebe straining)

(Meat spitting)

(chains clattering)

(Meat sputtering)

Go! Get her! Come on! Rip her head off!

(chains rattling)

- [Phoebe] Pull!

Tom!

- Get him! Rip her head off!

- Come on, pull.

- [All] Pull.

- Fuck.

- [All] Pull. Pull!

- Come on pull!

(chains rattling)

(Meat straining)

(head bursting)

(blood spraying)

(all panting)

Good job.

(blood dripping)

(Tom grunting)

Come on.

- Wow, way to go everybody. We did it.

- Mrs. Foster.

- Yeah?

(Barb thudding)

- I quit.

(gentle music)

Okay, sweetie, get in the back seat.

(car doors closing)

Tom?

- Yeah?

- I still have to write my exam today.

- Okay.

(car starting)

(car rumbling)

(bird cawing)

(footsteps thudding)

(breathing heavily)

(perilous music)

- [The Head] Feed me!

(Bernie groaning and laughing)

(rock music)

♪ Come out to see ♪

♪ The main attraction ♪

♪ I give you thee ♪

♪ The one, the only ♪

♪ That will take you all the way ♪

♪ The man, the main attraction ♪

♪ Step up and see ♪

♪ Come feel the action ♪

♪ No one as he ♪

♪ The one, the only ♪

♪ That will take you all the way ♪

♪ The man, the main attraction ♪

♪ Get your money's worth, full satisfaction ♪

♪ No place on this earth compares the action ♪

♪ He's the, the man, the one ♪

♪ Come out to see, the main attraction ♪

♪ I give you thee, the one, the only ♪

♪ That will take you all the way ♪

♪ The man, the main attraction ♪

♪ Get your money's worth, full satisfaction ♪

♪ No place on this earth compares the action ♪

♪ The man, the main attraction ♪

♪ Come out to see ♪

(ominous music)