Original subtitles

Now, the key to carving a great jack-o'-lantern is slanting the knife

when you cut open his head.

Ew, nasty.

And then you stick in your hands and you pull out all his guts.

Nice job, hon. One day when we're in a psychiatrist's office with her, don't

look at me.

Sweetheart, sometimes you're a wigwam.

Sometimes you're a teepee.

What? You're too dense!

How can a doof be so cute?

Well, I'm blessed.

So, are you taking her to the father-daughter dance?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Well, this year, please make sure you get a good photo. Last year, you were

both looking to the left.

Yeah, but there was the guy that was... I know, there was some guy dressed in a

turkey costume.

You both are so easily distracted.

What?

You two are going to be the death of me.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Now give me a kiss.

Good night,

Daddy. I love you my bestest buddy.

Good night, short stack.

Mommy and Daddy love you very much.

Amy should take better care of Sparkles.

Boop.

What you doing, hon?

Just going over the list of people invited to our Halloween party.

Oh, you did not invite Dave and Elle again, did you?

Of course I did.

Why? What did they do now?

Oh, you know I love Dave.

But he's such a pain in the ass.

And once he has a few beers, he starts to talk like Bela Lugosi.

I think he's funny. Yeah.

Well, if Al brings those meatballs again, I'm going to wind up in jail for

poisoning Frank's dog.

Hey, you can call Church over in Layton to bail you out.

You know, he just got promoted to deputy.

Well, pretty soon he'll be a sheriff.

Oh, God help us.

By the way, how do you call it a Halloween party when it's on November

2nd? Hello.

You picked the date, remember?

You said we couldn't have it on the 26th because you had a football game and

needed your beauty sleep.

Right, right, right, right.

Oh, you nudge.

Shut up and kiss me.

How about a little Goosey Night Goosey?

What?

Is it my birthday?

Good night, dear.

Good night, honey.

I love you. I love you, too.

Oh, thanks, shirt stack. You're welcome.

So do you think we're going to get a lot of trick-or-treaters this year?

I hope so, Father.

Hey, what's all the spotting business?

Where are you, little monkey?

Come on in, you two.

The cookies are almost ready.

You're welcome.

You never cease to amaze me. You are such a wonderful daddy.

Why?

You make everything so fun for our little girl.

I mean, look at Halloween, for example.

You put up all the decorations, you buy her all the goodies she wants, and you

show her lots of love.

Loving you two is easy.

Well, with what happened to your parents this time of year... Julie, please

don't.

I refuse to let some son of a bitch ruin my entire life.

Can't let the bad guys win.

Sorry. Just pointing out what makes you so special.

I know.

I remember going trick-or-treating with my dad.

The night before Halloween, we'd stay up and carve our pumpkin together.

On Halloween day, he always had two scary homemade costumes ready for me.

We'd start trick-or-treating early, and then halfway through the day, he'd

change me into something else.

This way, we could go to the same houses twice.

I never remember feeling so alive.

Streets in Middle Village had a magical Halloween feel.

I'm sorry you miss him so much.

So, what was your favorite set of costumes that your dad made you?

Well, one year for the first part of the day I got to be the invisible man.

He put this old black suit on me and some old black leather gloves.

Then he wrapped my head all up in this white gauze he bought at the drugstore.

Covered my hair with a bowler hat and my eyes with sunglasses.

The second costume was that half-eaten dude from the werewolf picture.

He made this goop out of flour and grenadine and put it on my neck.

He threw some tornable clothes on me and boom, I was one scary little dude.

Wow. It's no wonder you're a great dad.

That goop stayed on me all day.

Short stack, get your costume on. It's time for candy, candy, candy.

Well, you two have fun.

Oh, we will.

And don't eat all your daughter's candy.

Would I do that?

Yes. You are just as bad as she is.

Mommy, we're home!

How'd you guys do?

We got mucho loot.

And I got monster gummies.

Yeah.

Awesome job.

Hey, I've set up a Halloween movie in your room. Do you want to go watch it?

Pleasey, pleasey, can I have some candy?

Sure.

Thank you.

So we had many trick-or-treaters yet?

Not yet. Just Shirley from next door.

What was she dressed as?

A princess.

Ah, pfft. What?

Come on. She's just a little girl.

Well, so is Amy.

So, did you see any cool costumes?

Oh, yeah.

Come on. Put your tongue back in your mouth.

Mayor Hollister came to the door in a French maid outfit.

No wonder why all the children in the neighborhood are so scarred.

Well, I know Keith is going to have one hell of a night.

I love you.

I love you too.

Trick or treat!

Ooh, hi girls!

One for you.

One for you.

Have a great night.

Oh, scary costume, man.

There you go. Thank you. Thanks for coming.

No problem.

Oh,

you guys are scary.

One for you.

One for you.

Have a great night, guys.

It's almost 10 o'clock.

Do you want to start bringing in the decorations?

Not yet. Maybe 15 minutes more.

Okay.

Wow.

Did you hear anyone pull up?

Nope. I'm going to check my email.

Alright.

Nice costume.

Costume?

Oh, I get it.

This is not a costume, my friend.

I'm Father Flanagan from St. Mary's.

I'd taken a bunch of children from the parish out trick-or-treating and my van

broke down.

Your house was the first one I saw with the lights on.

and I was sincerely hoping you'd let me come in and call for help.

Where are your children?

Are they okay?

Ah, yes.

They're back at the van, being cared for by Sister Patricia.

You know, your house was the first one I saw that looked occupied, and it seemed

that I had to walk a good half mile.

Wow.

So, may I come in and use your phone?

I'm old-fashioned. I never enter a man's home without being invited.

Sure. Go ahead.

You can use the cordless right there.

Thank you.

May I be so forward as to ask if I could use your facilities first?

Sure.

It's right there.

Thank you.

Kindly.

What the fuck are you doing?

Get Amy out of here, Holland.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Put the knife down.

Or what?

You hurt her and I will fuck you up, motherfucker.

Oh, really?

Get Amy out of here now.

Amy!

Please, just take what you want and go.

Don't hurt her.

Hurt her.

This is all about pain and suffering.

Why?

What have we done to you?

Why don't you go up to Amy's room and get her?

Amy isn't up in her room. She ran out of the house when she heard her mother

scream.

No, she didn't.

What's left of her is upstairs.

Stay with me, baby.

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird And if that mockingbird don't

sing Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring

Mr.

Price? Yes? The doctor will see you now. Oh, thanks.

Do you like some TV?

No, thank you.

Put your head back, please.

The doctor will be with you in a minute.

Hey doc, what's wrong?

The hell's going on here?

This won't hurt a bit.

Inhaler! You have another

bad dream?

You think?

My face still haunts me in my nightmares.

Can I make you some tea?

Yeah, that'd be great.

You know, eventually, like all things, this too will pass.

What? Your nightmares.

They may, but the pain will never subside.

The pain will go away when you let it.

You know, Julie would be so hurt to see you like this.

Enough already.

I've got a splitting headache.

You want some aspirin? Yeah, please.

All right.

Hey, ain't you done yet, for Christ's sake? Mac, don't you think it's about

time we got a dishwasher?

If I get a dishwasher, you're going to be out of a job.

So that's all I am to you? A dishwasher?

Yeah, you're a dishwasher, slash manager, slash bouncer, slash

accountant. But mainly, you're a dishwasher.

Jerk off.

Nice.

Dickhead.

Hey, listen. Did you see the basketball game last night?

No. I got the Cats minus one.

One second left in the game, the Cats are up by one.

Madison hits a fucking trifecta. The Generals win by two, and I get fucked.

Ouch.

Yeah. How much did you lose? I lost your paycheck.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Mac, I need to leave at 9 o'clock tonight. Cat wants me to help her sew

her prom dress.

Saturday night? You want the night off? My busiest night? Are you crazy?

Come on, Mac. She wants to help her kid.

You shut up.

And you.

What am I saying to you that you don't understand?

What do you expect me to do? Go out there and wait tables for Christ's sake?

No, Mac. I'll stay till closing.

Oh, no you won't.

I'll cover the dining room for you.

Did you hear? Mac's going to get a new dishwasher that I don't diversify.

I'll be out of a job.

Kenny, Matt, can you cover for me, please? It would mean so much to Kat.

Whatever. Whatever.

Whatever. Thank you, H-Bomb. You are so sweet.

Sure.

Anytime, Deb.

What's this?

That's your cell phone.

What on earth do I need with a cell phone?

I don't know. I live in a tent.

Good point.

So how was work? Old Matt Krohn again?

Oh, he's not so bad.

I got to wait some tables and make a little extra cash.

Where's Debbie?

Everything all right? Yeah, she just wanted to cut out her research to get

help cat with her prom dress.

You know, Deb is one hell of a catch.

Really?

Never noticed.

Yeah, her husband, uh, Dan, was killed over in Afghanistan.

He's a nice kid, a hell of a ball player.

Maybe some things are just meant to be.

What's meant to be?

You two being together?

Hey, shit for brains.

My wife was murdered.

Was that meant to be?

Yeah.

You know, I'm sorry.

It just breaks my heart seeing you sad and suffering all the time.

You know, I had a wife once too.

She was the love of my life.

One night she comes home, tells me she has a headache.

Give her a cup of aspirin, I made her a cup of tea.

Rubbed her head till she went to sleep.

Yeah, well, she didn't wake up in the morning.

No one stole her from me, but she's gone just the same.

Sorry, man.

Hey, you gonna stay and watch the football game tonight?

No, I'm going home, Mark.

Home? What fucking home? You live in a tent, for Christ's sake.

I know I can't pay you a lot of money, but I certainly pay enough money that

you don't gotta live in a fucking tent.

My home was taken away from me, dickhead. I know, and it sucks, but you

know what, my friend? You gotta get over it and you gotta move on.

Move on.

Move on to what?

You know...

Dense. You are dense.

What does it take for a good thing to whack you in the fucking face?

Why don't you talk some sense into him?

He's just sad.

Hey, I can relate.

You both need help, you know that?

So, how'd you do today?

Forty-six.

But Sunday afternoons are always slow, you know?

Forty-six?

Wow.

I made more than that in the two hours I covered for you last night.

Sure you did.

Hey, um, what are you doing tonight?

Nothing.

Why? Well, Cat and I made homemade chocolate chip cookies last night, and I

was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner and have some of our fabulous

cookies. I would love that.

what time well it's uh 6 30 now so how does eight o'clock sound that sounds

great okay great i'll see you then uh just one thing where

do you live oh 99 oak okay i'll see you then okay see ya

Hi, I'm Holland. You must be Kat.

Is your mom home?

Come on in. My mom talks about you all the time. All really nice things.

She lies through your teeth.

No, I don't think so.

Hey, I'm so happy you could come.

I hope you like chicken.

Oh, I love chicken.

Stop eating.

Mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce.

That's my favorite.

Okay. How do you feel about chicken with butternut squash and sauteed Brussels

sprouts?

Yeah, that's great, too.

Well, I have some trick I need to do.

You two behave.

Kids.

Come on in. Have a seat.

She's a great kid, though.

She seems fantastic.

Yeah.

She is.

My dad passed away. She's the one that held it together for us.

She was my rock.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? What are you sorry for?

Your loss.

The fact that life has a way of shitting on good people.

It was his third damn tour.

How do you send a man with a family off to war three times?

He was a hero.

Someone Cat can be proud of.

I'm sure Cat would be happier if he were a dishwasher and he could still come

home to her every night.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

That wasn't directed at you.

No problem.

You know, it's tough being a single parent.

Wow, everything looks fantastic.

Thanks.

Well, that Mac is quite a handful, huh?

He sure is.

Hey, can we talk?

Sure. Thanks.

What's on your mind?

Well, it's just, we're always talking about me and my feelings. I want to know

more about you.

I don't know anything about you.

What would you like to know?

Well, is there anything you'd like to share?

I really don't like to talk about my life.

But if there's something in particular you would like to ask, I'll try and

answer.

Okay.

Have you been married before?

Yes. I'm also a widower.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What was her name?

Was she sick? Was there an accident?

My wife's name was Julie.

We were college sweethearts.

And shortly after we both graduated, we married.

We do not have to talk about this.

It's alright.

It's probably cathartic.

On Halloween night, I opened the door of our house to a lunatic.

I let him in because I thought he needed help.

The son of a bitch cut her.

I reached out to grab her, but it was too late.

But she was so strong, you know, she just wanted me to go upstairs and check

on Amy.

Amy?

Oh, my God. Who is Amy?

So I laid her down, and I ran upstairs.

I went into her bedroom, but she was gone.

My little angel was gone.

Next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital.

I'm so sorry. I am so, so sorry.

I didn't know.

I know.

I know. I never spoke of this to anyone.

Amy's your daughter, right?

Where is she now?

I have no idea.

But I know she's alive.

I can feel it.

Alan, I'm so sorry this happened to you.

Hey.

Let's just try and enjoy our evening.

You know, I hate to say it, it's been a bit refreshing not having you around

here lately.

Wow.

Thanks, buddy.

Seriously,

seeing a young man like you with a bit of a smile on his face and a bit of

spring in his step makes an old fart like me happy.

I wouldn't exactly say I have a spring in my step.

Well, you do.

Ever since you and Debbie have been dating, you've been like a new man.

Stop it. I don't know that we are dating.

Well, have you kissed her?

Yeah, hello and goodbye.

Let's see.

You've kissed her, and you've opened up to her about your past.

I'd say you're dating.

Look, bought these for Kat.

She wants to be an artist.

Yeah, great.

She can come out here and live with us in a tent.

Nice.

Very supportive.

Hey, Holland.

What are you doing here?

Mom's at Pilates.

I know. I just thought I'd drop in and see how you're doing, kiddo. Oh, come on

in.

What's this?

Oh, I got you a little something.

Wow.

Fine artist brushes.

Thanks, Holland.

You're welcome. I just thought the next Picasso should have all the tools she

needs.

So, is my mom making you dinner tonight?

No. I'm making dinner for her Sunday night after work.

Oh, what you making?

Wait, don't make any seafood.

Oh, don't worry. I hate seafood.

Good. So does she. What are you making?

I'm making my famous corned beef and cabbage.

Oh, yummy.

And does she like chocolate pudding? She loves chocolate pudding.

Okay, because I'm going to make my famous chocolate pudding pie for

dessert. I think she'll love it. Yeah?

So, did you get the corned beef?

Yep.

Did you get the cabbage and red potatoes?

Yes, yes. I went to Tron's yesterday.

I got everything.

All right. I don't want you screwing this up.

Thanks.

Told her yet?

Told her what?

That you're going to be leaving soon.

What?

I'm not leaving soon.

You're so full of shit.

You have not stayed in one place for more than a month since it happened.

You've scoured every inch of this country looking for Amy.

Why don't you just let the damn cops do their job?

No.

It's different this time.

This was Amy's favorite place to be.

Something's drawing me here. I feel her here with me.

She was your daughter and she loved you.

She'll always be with you.

Now, don't screw this up.

Deb's a good kid, and I think she likes you.

No, no.

Hit me.

H-bomb?

No, thanks, A-bomb.

Can you believe Mac threw that lady out?

Yeah. She told me his food was undercooked and tasted like dog food.

When he said, please leave my restaurant, you cow, I nearly lost it.

No way. Did he really say that? He called her a cow? He did.

And her husband did nothing about it.

Max said she smacked him or something.

Did she pull him out by his ear?

Probably.

Truly magnificent.

Thank you. Thank you.

Accolades not necessary. Just throw money.

Well, I've never had cabbage like that. That was truly fantastic.

My mom used to make it like that.

Handed down from generations.

Some people think it's too sweet, but I think it's a great contrast to the

corned beef.

Well, the mustard with the corned beef was just killer.

The only thing it was missing was a cold beer.

You know, you're right. Hey, wait a minute, you snake. No brews for you.

Beer.

Well, you can't kill someone for trying.

Oh, yes, I can.

Well, dessert's going to be even better.

Chocolate pudding pie with whipped cream.

I think I'm going to barf.

Cat? How much do you think I can eat?

Relax, we'll have it a little later.

You know, she likes you.

Who? Cat.

Oh, I like her too.

You know, it takes a lot for her to warm up to people.

Really? She seems like a great kid.

I like you too.

Thank you, Deb.

Hey, I'll do those.

What you listening to?

Blood work?

It's usually after my checkup, but what are you listening to? So not funny to a

teenager.

I tried.

What kind of music do you listen to?

I love the Traveling Blueberries.

Who?

No, I'm not crazy about the who, but I do love hearing the news.

He's stuck in 88, hon.

Oh.

Hey, good music's good music, no matter when it was made. Well, don't forget

Meatloaf and Bon Jovi.

Try as I may, I can't.

Whatever.

So, what do you think?

I love chocolate pudding. Me too.

Where do you think you're going, young lady?

Upstairs to listen to my music and do some homework.

Listen to some lab results.

You mean blood work?

Right.

some science and blood work art in my future.

Expect anyone?

Yeah, I asked Donald to come over for some coffee.

Why, God?

Why?

What have I done?

Oh, please.

Do not speak of him here.

What?

Who's there?

Tell me, son. What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into? You can tell good

old Father Flanagan.

You fuck!

I will kill you, you motherfucker!

Really?

I didn't even like my mother.

Why such hostilities?

Die, you smelly fuck!

I showered this morning.

Oh, yes. I think that might be the smell of decaying flesh.

I hope Jules tasted this good to you.

Die, fuckface!

And that smell!

I think it's Deb's torso!

Take these chains off me, you coward.

Let me show you what a man with nothing left to lose will do to you!

That's where you're wrong, my friend.

You've still got lots to lose.

Really?

In due time.

Who's there?

Is that you, Father Dirtbag?

No. It's just me, Stark.

Thank God you're here. Help me. I'm chained up over here.

I know.

I did it.

You're a lackey for that piece of shit.

You don't even have the balls to be your own psycho.

Don't be fooled, my friend.

I am truly my own psycho.

You look like you can't even put on your own pants without help.

You should be nice to me.

I just brought you a friend.

Fuck you!

You are funny.

Hello? Who's there?

Holland? Is that you?

Cat? Cat, everything will be okay.

I'll get us out of here.

My mom, Holland.

My mommy. I know, honey.

But I promise I won't let them hurt you.

But my mommy.

Hush, little baby, and don't say a word. You fucking psycho!

You heard her, I'll tell you!

Wow.

That sounds vaguely familiar.

You're beginning to bore me.

Why?

Why, why?

Why, why, why, why?

Why, my dear girl, has your mommy's lover never told you of our history

together? What?

Kids today, they take the fun out of everything.

See, I'm not such a bad fellow.

I didn't want you to be lonely.

You know, the kid was right.

What?

What was that?

Asking why.

I warned you before, boy.

Do not bore me.

Bore you?

Fuck you!

You're just a coward that chose to torment me.

Killed my wife and daughter, now my girlfriend.

You killed my parents, too.

Who are you?

Did my father pick on yours in grammar school?

Did he fire you from the rail yards?

You amuse me, Holland.

Well, I'm glad that I do, because you amuse me too.

Take everything I love in life away from me and for no good reason.

That to me is funny.

No good reason?

I have killed hundreds.

Maybe thousands.

For no good reason.

But you, Holland!

Holland!

I want to make you suffer!

I want you to suffer for your very bloodline!

My bloodline?

A long time ago, I too once had a soulmate.

Someone I could have loved forever.

What does that have to do with me?

Your bloodline!

I promise to make your bloodline suffer!

Hey, Mr. Hush.

What? Your bloodline will end soon.

I like you, Holland.

You got spunk.

Tell me again, Donald, what exactly happened when you got to Debra's house?

When I got there, I walked up to the door, and I saw it was a bit open.

I rang the bell a couple times because I felt awkward just letting myself in.

And no one answered for a few minutes, and I started to get a bit scared.

So I pushed the door open a bit.

So that I could look in.

All right.

All right.

Take a deep breath, Donald. I got it.

Do you want to come back tomorrow? You want to come back later?

No.

You need to hear this. I pushed the door open so that I could put my head in it.

Just three feet inside the door, there was this huge pool of blood, man.

I screamed for Holland.

There was nobody there.

Did you go in?

No, fuck no, man.

I knew if anything I saw in there, I was going to be terrorized for the rest of

my life.

You know, I stumbled back onto the porch and fell

down against the post.

Was that when you noticed the footprints?

No. Oh, no.

No, not that. I was rummaging through my coat looking for that cell phone that

Holland had given to me.

I wanted to get you guys out there as quick as I could.

Understandable.

I was leaning back against the post after that.

And that's when I saw him. Oh, fuck, Church. What do you make of those

things?

It appears someone ran out barefoot.

Tracks extend about eight feet from the bottom step of the porch.

And stop.

It just stops.

Well, that's when they jumped into a car, right?

Twelve feet from the curb, they ended.

But if there was a car there, we'd have tracks on the lawn.

I don't get it. What are you saying?

The last row of tracks is just the balls of someone's feet.

Two facing away from the house.

One pair facing the house.

I don't get it.

It's like somebody's running out, jumping, and never landing.

And then you got another set of prints.

It's like running in, but never starting.

What?

So, I mean, it had to have gotten into something. Man, people don't just vanish

into thin air.

I've seen some weird doings in Layton.

I mean, this town's been quirky.

But never, I mean never, have I ever seen any type of weird shit

like this.

Are you there?

Yes, I'm here, hon.

We're going to die, aren't we?

No, we're going to get out.

It's okay.

What's okay?

If we die.

Stop talking that way.

I'm going to get us out of here.

I would be with my mom.

I will not let him hurt you.

He will never hurt anyone I love again.

I love you too, Holland.

And so did my mom.

Oh, Lucy!

I'm home!

Did you miss us, kids?

Yeah! Yeah, Lucy!

Did you miss us?

Oh,

mama!

That shit's tight!

Although she might be a little spicy.

Oh, yes.

I think this one might require a little extra...

Blue cheese.

No, no, no, no, no, no. I think this one will require some sour cream.

Stop it!

What are you two fucks doing to her?

Gotcha.

What kind of animal do you think I am?

Don't fall to pieces just yet, girl.

I'm going to use that on you later.

This is going to be a bit unpleasant, but I assure you it's a necessity.

What are you doing to her?

Just like Mama used to make.

You had a mother?

What?

You've never heard of the Princess of Darkness?

That's a good one.

Get upstairs.

Yes, boss.

Now, sit and watch the lifeblood drain out of her, knowing that each drop

brings her closer to death.

They'll be doing her a favor.

Less time she needs smelling you!

You're always charming, my friend.

But just be aware, the next bloodletting...

Will be your dear Catherine.

Will you be Mr. Whimsy then?

You lay a hand on her.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I know.

Blah, blah.

Thanks, Mac.

No problem. Hey, Church, any leads on this thing?

Nothing concrete.

The blood we found from the scene, it's the same person.

Really? Do we know who it is yet?

I didn't get the results back yet from the lab.

Mike's been out of town.

Hey, Sheriff Churchy, why don't you get off your ass and go find those people,

huh? Mad Dog, shut the fuck up, all right? Church is doing what he can do

over here.

Don't look that way to me. All he's doing is sitting on his flat fucking

ass.

You know what, mad dog?

What?

You're absolutely right.

Naturally. I'm going to go to work.

Mac, thanks.

When you guys finish up, do me a favor. Donald, stop by the station. I'd like to

speak to you a little bit.

Sure thing, Church.

All right?

Yeah. Thanks.

What's that all about?

I don't know. All I know is that either Holland has the worst luck ever or

somebody's got a serious heart on for him.

Yeah, well, I hope everything is going to be okay. That's the main thing. Yeah,

me too, Mac.

I don't think so.

Hey, why you guys call me Mad Dog anyway?

Because you smell like shit, that's why.

And do me a favor.

Don't talk to any of my fucking friends like that anymore or I'll throw your ass

out of here.

What am I saying to you that you don't understand? You're looking at me. Don't

say it. Don't hassle me. It's the Jacks talking. Jack?

I'll throw a fucking Jack out of here, too.

You're right. Give me another Jack.

Jack this.

Oh, oh, oh, oh. What about this one?

No.

No, no. It would clash with her hair.

Oh, I love this one.

It's so sporty.

It's too dark.

Well, maybe it comes in fire engine red.

Good evening.

Gentlemen, can I help you in any way?

Yes.

You can tell us what you had for dinner.

Pardon me?

Smells like chicken.

I wish the people in this town would diversify their diets.

I am so tired of chicken.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, because you know you are what you eat.

If you'd...

Gentlemen need me. I'll be over there.

Hey, boss, you believe that? He actually called us gentlemen.

Well, I am a gentleman.

A gentleman who has had an off couple of decades.

Yeah, but, uh, you know, boss, I bet it's been even longer than that.

You're probably right.

Ha ha!

Come, sit beside me.

Grandma, what are you doing here?

You look so young.

You look so much like your grandpa and your daddy.

So handsome.

My grandpa?

Oh, he so would have loved you.

It just kills him that he brought this on to you.

Brought what on?

What are you talking about?

Your father had a passion for playing the piano.

Did you know that?

He was very talented.

What?

And an honor student.

So smart.

He won many awards in mathematics.

Grandma, what do I need to know?

And your grandpa.

Your grandpa was a good man.

He worked hard his whole life.

Where are you going?

You must go that way.

There you'll find the answers you seek.

Grandma, I love you.

I love you too, Holland.

Grandma!

Grandma!

Wake up, Holland.

Wake up, Holland. You're having a nightmare.

What?

What?

Okay.

Holland, I think I can feel something pulling by my hand.

I know, honey. I'm working on getting us out of here.

Just try not to think about it.

No.

It's not something gross.

It... It feels kind of oily.

Like motor oil?

Yeah. From the chainsaw. I can grease up my right arm.

Do you think you can get loose?

I think I can.

Colin, I freed myself.

Go. Get out of here. Get help.

I'm not leaving here without you. Get out of here, kid, while you've got a

chance.

Quickly, cut here.

Nohan, put the one head long against the floor and lean against the other side

with all your body weight.

Great job, kid.

I'm so proud of you.

Let's get the hell out of here.

I need this.

Where do you think you're going?

Huh.

You invite people into your house, you feed them, you entertain

them, and then they try to leave without saying goodbye.

I'm gonna gut you like a fish.

Oh, wow.

I don't think so.

You're not the man for the job.

Jack, get out! Right through the door!

The boss is gonna kill you for this!

I'm gonna show you what a psycho I can be!

This is from the father of the girl downstairs.

He sends it with love!

You bitch!

This stops now.

But I didn't know about it.

Oh my god, Kat, what's the matter? What happened? What happened? What's the

matter? Speak to me, what's the matter?

He's got Holland.

Who got Holland? He killed my mom.

Who killed your mother?

Quickly, let's go. I'll show you.

Son of a bitch has a baby word.

Sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to break it.

Everything will be okay.

You just have to come with me.

Amy! Do I know you?

Oh, Amy!

Oh, Amy.

Amy. I found you. Oh.

I found you.

There you are.

Short stack, we gotta go.

Okay?

Honey, honey.

Back to your room.

You little bitch!

Why won't you take your penance like a good sport?

Why should I serve penance? What have I ever done?

Not you, my dear boy.

Your grandfather.

My grandfather?

I never even knew him.

I know.

I killed him.

You're full of shit. My grandfather died a young man in the 1930s.

My work.

That piece of shit grandfather of yours killed my Vanessa.

Apparently, he did not know how to drive too well.

Bullshit. That was 80 years ago.

My bride and I were out for a moonlit stroll, looking for a bite to eat.

When that idiot grandfather of yours drove into a picket fence right in front

of us, a piece of wood flew across and struck my beloved in the

heart.

She died in my arms.

But at least I had fun.

ripping your good old grandpa's limbs right off.

Fuck you!

What only do you smell?

You are fucking ugly.

Always charming, my friend.

Freeze, motherfucker!

God,

church! Get the fuck out of here!

What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?

Oh, great.

This means I'll have to move again.

Okay, hush.

Let's dance.

things must come to an end

and

parting is such sweet sorrow

Funny, a vampire killed with his

own bat.

William and Amanda are an item?

No way.

Those two have liked each other since first grade.

Hey, you two. Do you have homework you should be doing?

No.

I'll get it. No!

In pain he held a grudge for a thousand years.

He cried, there must have been a million tears.

Revenge, somebody's got to pay.

Tonight, Mr. Hutch is going to have his day.

His heart is black as night.

Go, get out of here, get home.

I'm not leaving here without you. Get out of here, Cable. You've got a chance.

Deception. Don't believe the lies.

Payback. He wants a night for a night.

Destruction. Before it's due, you'll have nothing left.

Oh, no.

It's a war. You'll have to fight him to the death.

I don't think so.

His heart is cold as ice.

There's evil in his eye.

When Mr. Hush comes knocking, you better run for your life.

You better hide your daughter.

You better hide your wife.

He's a walking dead man, and if the hush is cold,

and if the hush is a man that'll never go.

Son of a bitch!

What the hell?

Nice.

Hey Holland, it's me.

Hey man, the road to your house is washed away, man.

If I turn back now, it's got to be at least four hours out of my way.

So I'm figuring you're about three miles from here, and if I hoof it, maybe I

can get there within the hour.

Man, why do you have to live in the middle of frickin' nowhere?

All right.

Oh, Holland.

You owe me big time for this.

The things you do for family.

Oh, fuck.

Smells like chicken.

Tell me, son, what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?

Take these chains off me, you coward.

Let me show you what a man with nothing left to lose will do to you.

He's a walking dead man.

He's a walking dead man. Mr. Hush is cold.

Oh, it's cold.

Mr. Hush is a man that'll never grow old. Yeah, yeah.