All language subtitles for The Haunting of LA. Llorona (2019)

(intense music)

(film reel clattering)

(suspenseful music)

(wind howling)

(distant helicopter rumbling)

(traffic humming)

(ominous music)

- Emma.

Emma!

Are you in here?

Emma!

(woman sobbing)

Emma!

Are you in here?

Hello?

Is anyone in here?

(suspenseful music)

(figure in white giggling)

Hello, I'm looking for my daughter.

(figure in white giggling)

Hello?
(figure in white laughing maniacally)

(woman screaming)

(ominous music)

(gasps)
- Whoa, ha ha!

Knife to see you too.

- When did you get home,
I didn't hear you come in.

- I got home late last
night, you were asleep.

I didn't want to bother you,
so I slept on the couch.

- (sighs) I'm sorry.

- I'm gonna go ahead and
take this out of your way.

All right.
- Sorry.

- It's uh, nice to see you.

Thought you'd be a little
bit happier to see me.

- I am, I am, I'm just stressed, okay.

I'm so sick of your job.
- Yeah, yeah.

- You're never home.
- I know, it sucks.

I get it.
- It does.

- But hey, soon as I'm owner-operator,

I can pick and choose my own hours,

and I can come and go as I please.

It'll be all right, okay?
- I know, I know.

It's plan and it makes sense,
but can't we do something else

that includes you and me
together most of the time?

- Yeah, that's not gonna work.
- Why won't it work?

- We'd get sick of each other, okay?

All the same thing happens
with all those guys

out on the road and
their significant others.

They're always like, I love
you, no I love you more,

no I love you more and
it's fucking sick, right?

They never laugh, so okay,
time together, time apart.

That's the best way to do it, all right?

My dad was never home
whenever I when I was a kid.

Right right right, they're still
together, and then my mom--

- Okay, that was that generation,
they never got divorced.

Your mom probably hated it,
too, and she was probably lonely

and miserable most of the time.

- She got a dog.
- A dog?

- Yeah, a dog.

- Oh, you think a dog's
gonna satisfy her needs?

- No, but batteries
can; she had those, too.

- I am not talking about those needs.

I'm talking about safety and security.

What if someone breaks into the house?

The Hogans got broken
into last week, okay?

- Okay, well you won't like
this, but why don't we just

go on down to the shooting range?

- Shoot a gun, I don't wanna
do that, no, no no, no no no.

Another way.

- You handle the knife just fine.

- Don't make jokes, okay,
I hate living alone.

I really hate it.
- Okay, okay, babe, look.

I got a baseball bat in
the other room, all right?

Somebody breaks in, go get
it, knock their block off.

Swing for the fences, I don't care.

Just make sure it's not me, all right?

I love you.
- I love you, too.

When do you leave again?

- Tonight.
- Tonight?

- Tonight.
- Why tonight?

You just got home!
- Babe, the money's great.

I can't turn that down.

Okay look, when I get back,
after a couple of weeks,

all right,
- Mm hm.
- I will take a break.
- You say that.

But then they'll throw more money at you

and then you'll agree to it.

- Babe.
- What?

- I promise that when I get
back I will take a break.

All right, no more runs, for a little bit.

- A little bit?
- Yeah, a little bit.

I promise.

- You think this is gonna work?

- I pinky-promise.
(Cassandra chuckles)

- Save that for those lot lizards.

- No no no, I don't let
'em in the truck anymore.

- Oh, really?

- Yeah, that last one
had this big old dick

and I had to learn the hard way.

Literally.
- Okay, go.

(eerie music)

- You're in the wrong neighborhood, baby.

Not the talkative type?

Oh, that's my type of girl.

Oh, I like it rough.

(man gasps)

(eerie music)

(electronic whooshing)

- [Woman] Please!

(woman screaming)

- It's a little late for that.

- [Woman] Me too, I swear.

You won't believe me.

- [Woman In White Shirt] It
doesn't matter, betrayed me.

(suspenseful music)

(electronic whooshing)

- [Woman] Please.

(woman screaming)

(eerie music)

(chanting in a foreign language)

- Chad, Chad, wake up, wake up, wake up!

- Wake up, wake up, wake up!
- What, what, what, what,

what what, what what?
- There is a weird lady

in our living room.
- What?

- I don't know how to
say this but there is

a crazy lady sitting
on our sofa watching TV

and she has this creepy smile.

- Okay, creepy smile.
- Yes, creepy smile.

Kind of like, uh.

- Oh, okay.

- No, I'm serious, can you please go look?

I want her to go, she won't leave.

- Okay, I'll go, I'll check it out.

- Go!
- All right, yikes!

(eerie music)

- She's better at the
creepy-smile thing than you are.

- I'm being serious.
- Okay.

- Stop joking!

- Hey, what's up, whatcha doing here?

Funny, she on drugs or something, I mean?

You like the movie, I mean,
is it your your kind of thing?

(woman sobbing)

Hey, hey, it's okay.

It's gonna be all right,
if you want I can,

I can drive you somewhere,
I could drop you off.

(woman sobbing drowns out Chad)

- Hey, what's your name?

- La Llorona.

- Whoa, no no, no no no.

Okay, let her go, hey baby, you okay?

- I'm okay.

- Oh shit, okay, okay, I don't hit ladies.

- No, knock her out, Chad!

(eerie music)

- Appears she's dead.

- Call an ambulance.

(sirens wailing)

(Chad sighs)

What'd the cops say?

- Apparently they know her.

She's been in the station like
every day for the past week,

looking for her daughter.

- So, she was crazy.

- No, they uh, they think
that she was like popped up

on like PCP or whatever,

which gives you like superhuman
strength, which she had,

because I've never been thrown
that hard at my entire life.

- You're not leaving tonight, are you?

Are you serious?
- Okay, babe, I have to.

All right, if I don't,
they're screwed, okay?

I cannot bail, I have to go.

- I don't want to be here
alone tonight, it's creepy.

- Can you invite a friend over?

- No, all my friends have families.

No one's gonna stay with me.

- Could you go stay with them?

- I'll figure it out.

- You sound furious.
- I'm not furious.

I just, I get it.

You're loyal to your
job and you need to go.

I want to be supportive, I'm good.

I'll make it work.
- But as soon as I get back.

- Hm.
- We will go do something fun.

All right, just you and me, I mean,

we can drive up to Vegas, we
could do whatever we want.

All right?
- You promise?

- I promise.

All right, I gotta go.
- Okay, bye.

♪ Ah ♪

(guitar music)

(knocking)

- You'll get your money next week!

(knocking)

- Father Gomez, it's me, let me in.

- There's no sermon
today, what do you want?

- I bought new clothes, you want to see?

- Bought, you know it's a
bad thing to lie to a priest.

- Okay fine, maybe not
bought, but they're clean

and I need to take a shower, please?

- All right.

(quiet piano music)

- You really need to clean up your act.

Why are you living like this?

- You're homeless and you're
telling me to clean up?

- Yeah, I'm homeless, I have
no options, you have a place.

Heck, if I had this place,
everything would sparkle

and I'd smell nice every day.

- The bathroom's over there.
- I know.

- I know you know, that's my hint.

Have you, go take your shower.

(light rock music)

(shower water running)

(acoustic guitar music)

(La Llorona sobbing)
(eerie music)

(priest screaming)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

♪ Ah ♪

(knocking)

- Bob?

What are you doing here?

- Can I come in?
- It's late, I'm working.

- I could really go for a beer, Cassandra.

- One, fine.

(somber music)

- So where's Chad?

- Where do you think?

- Damn, I keep telling him
to give up that shit job.

He leaves you here all
by yourself like this.

It's gonna be a dangerous city.

- I'm a big girl and I have work to do.

So you can get your beer and get going.

I can get back to it.

- Hm, still doing that consulting stuff?

- Yes, I have a lot to do, so.

Your beer.

- I always liked this house.

You know, I was the one
that told Chad to buy it.

Yeah, he listens to me, can't go wrong.

You know, I even told him
that you were the one.

Did you know that?
- No, I didn't.

But, I don't care, you need to go, Bob.

I'll tell Chad you stopped by.

- You got another?
- Leave, Bob.

I don't mean to be rude, but I'm busy.

- Okay, okay, I get it.

I'm going.
- Oh stop!

You need to go!
- No.

- No?
- I'm not leaving.

I keep thinking about
that barbecue last summer

when you gave me that hug,
you kissed me on the cheek.

I got your message.

Chad doesn't appreciate
what he has in you.

He leaves you here by
yourself all the time.

I'd never do that.

- You have five seconds to get out of here

or I'm gonna call him, you got that?

Go!
- Cock-tease!

(eerie music)

(engine revving)

(eerie music)

(electronic whooshing)

- Shit!

(La Llorona laughs maniacally)

(thumping)

(eerie music)

(doors banging)

- Jennifer.

I missed you in sermon today.

- I didn't go to church.

- Is there a problem?

What is going on, my child?

- I just don't get it.

- What don't you get?

- I don't get how you could live

without the touch of a woman.

I mean, would God really send
you to hell for just looking?

Would He you care if you just
reached out and touched me?

- This is very inappropriate, Jennifer.

I made a vow and I stand by that vow.

- Okay, Father, whatever you want.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

- You didn't offend me.

You're just searching for
something and you'll find it.

I'll help you as much as I can.

- Great, because I really need your help.

- I can't do this, Jennifer, I can't.

- You don't have to do a thing.

Just sit there and enjoy the ride.

This is my game, Padre.

You listen to my rules, you understand?

- Yes.

(suspenseful music)

- Do you like my tits, Father?

- You're very blessed.

- Do you think I could
teach Sunday school?

- Not like that, you couldn't, ah!

- Patience, Father, patience.

- I can't wait any longer, Jennifer.

- No?

- No.

- Well then, I guess I can
give you a little taste.

(priest moans)

You are a weak, pathetic man.

You have no true faith.

You're a lie, you're a lie, you're a lie!

(electronic whooshing)

- Whew.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, you got any money?

- Sorry, no pockets!

- Wow.
- Nothing I'm giving you.

You got it, I'm gonna get it.
(Cassandra groaning)

- Help, help!
- Hey you!

- Oh, fuck, fuck you and
fuck you, you fucking whores.

Fucking bitches.

- I am so glad you came along.

- It's not a good area, what
the hell you doing here?

- Well, when I run, I
sort of get in the zone

and I just completely lost
track of where I was going.

- You best start keeping track

'cause this city has some serious issues.

- What about you?

- What about me?

- Why are you here?

- Not much of a choice, really.

I'm homeless, I live in tent city.

- I know that sounds kind of weird but

do you want to come back with me?

My boyfriend's a trucker and
he is always on the road.

I could really use some company.

- You mean like, sleep over?

- Yeah, kind of, my boyfriend
said to move a friend in

and you just saved my life,

so you're kind of my best friend
right now, what do you say?

- Okay, but if at any
time you need me to leave,

I'm right out that door,
I don't want to impose.

- Okay, cool.

(thunder booming)

(rain pattering)

(eerie music)

- I'm sorry, Jennifer, I'm so sorry.

I know I should have
been stronger for you.

Been there for you and been
the mentor that you needed.

I know you're in a better place.

You certainly deserve it more than I do.

Hello.
- Hello, Father.

What are you doing?

- I'm just talking to a lost friend.

It makes me feel better
to speak to her sometimes.

- How did she pass?

- It was a very sad thing.

She had a demon that got the best of her.

I wish I could have done more
to help to her battle him.

- You're probably right.
- What?

- To you, she was just a sexual object

to use and throw away, right?

- Who are you?

- You called me a lost friend, remember?

What, you don't find
me attractive anymore?

(thunder booming)
(eerie music)

- So, you've had real shit luck, then?

You got that dude in the alleyway

and then your boyfriend's pal
coming over here to get you?

- His best pal, I don't
know how to break it to him.

- Well, you better break it to him or else

that asshole's gonna tell
him you came on to him.

- I bet you're right, unreal.

I have another issue I
want to talk to you about

and I wouldn't be surprised

if you walked right out that door.

- Well, it better be really bad

because I really, really like your house.

- Um, a woman broke into
my house a little while ago

and died right here, I
didn't know her or anything.

I just think she was crazy and she fell

and broke her neck.
- Wow.

- Yeah.
- That's insane.

- Yeah, but it gets crazier.

I think she's haunting me or something.

Strange things are happening.

- Like what?

- Cabinets opening and closing,
chairs being stacked up

and I'm getting these really scary images

that are just screwing with my head.

- Well, her spirit sounds restless

and you need to put it to rest.

- How do we do that?
- I don't know.

But, um, I have a friend.

He's a priest.
- Mm hm.

- Maybe he can come and like
bless this place or something.

- Yeah sure, I mean, if he
can, that would be great.

- For sure, first thing tomorrow.

(suspenseful music)

(knocking)

- Maybe he's not home.
- He's always home.

I don't even think they
allow him to leave.

It's sort of like house arrest.

Father Gomez, I need to talk
to you, I know you're in there.

(knocking)

Get off your ass and open the door.

- I thought today was
going to be a good day.

Now that I see you, Tiffany,

I'm guessing all my hopes
and dreams are for naught.

- That's what I love about you, Father.

You're always really great
at uplifting spirits.

- That's what I do what.

What?

- Vodka?
- Coffee.

- Oh well, that's a nice change of pace.

- Can you please tell me why you're here

and what do you want?

- This is my friend Cassandra.

And we have some serious
business to talk to you about,

but we can't do it out here.

- Why not?
- It's personal.

- Come on in.

You girls want coffee?

- No, thanks.

- Okay, what can I help you two with?

- I don't know the best
way to say this, um.

- But her house is haunted.

- Haunted?
- Mm hm.

- Okay, maybe I do need
some vodka in this cup.

All right, why do you think
your house is haunted?

- A woman died in my
house a little while ago

and since then, strange
things have been happening.

Things moving on their own,
cabinets opening and closing,

and I'm getting these
really strange visions.

I think her spirit is restless.

Anyway, everything's been
happening since she died.

- How did she die?

- Well, my boyfriend hit her and she fell

and broke her neck.

- Why did your boyfriend have to hit her?

He couldn't just out-muscle her?

Hold her until the police got there?

- I think she was on drugs or something.

Chad is strong, but she overpowered him.

- Okay, this is what I think.

You had a traumatic experience.

You're having a hard time coping with it.

That would explain the visions
and the weird activity.

It's all in your head.

You need to see a
psychiatrist, not a priest.

- Father, can you at
least go check it out?

- I'm sorry, Tiffany.

I would, if I thought it
was something to help with.

You do understand
there's no concrete proof

that hauntings even occur,
it's our mind playing with us.

- Don't you believe in demons
and like possessions and shit?

Aren't you a priest?

You're supposed to believe
in that stuff, aren't you?

- Times change, why do you
think I don't practice anymore?

All that superstitious stuff is nonsense.

You'll get a better grasp on life

if you ignore all that hocus-pocus.

- What happened to you?
- I grew up.

I'm sorry, ladies, I have things to do.

I'd like you to leave.

- Father?
- What?

- After this lady died, I
think she's still in the house.

She didn't call herself by her name.

She's strong and she's
possessed and she's not leaving.

- What does she call herself?

Let me guess, Satan, devil, what?

- La Llorona.
(cup clatters)

- Oh, I'm sorry, I have arthritis.

It's hard for me to hold on to things.

- That's not true, the minute
I said her name, you freaked.

- I did not freak, like I
said, go see a psychiatrist.

There is no ghost, there is no demons.

You live, you die, you
disappear from this world.

I'd like you two to leave.

(door hinges creaking)

(eerie music)

(electronic whooshing)

(La Llorona laughs maniacally)

(electronic whooshing)

Oh, oh!

- So, La Llorona was a woman

who had a husband that traveled.

He fell out of love with her
and then found a new woman.

So she killed herself and
then he killed her kids.

So she's stuck in limbo.

Why would this freak out
your priest friend like that?

- Maybe because he's knows
it's more than a story.

- So what's our next move?

- You know, when I was
a teenager, I would have

like sleepovers and stuff,
like we would always make

this like handmade Ouija board
thing to contact spirits.

- Did it work?
- No, but we had fun.

But at least here we know
we have someone to contact.

Maybe we'll get lucky, I say we try it.

- Ghosts like candles?
- Who doesn't like candles?

- So what we do now?
- We talk to La Llorona.

Place your fingers on the glass.

- What do we ask?

- La Llorona, are you here?

(eerie music)

Huh, yes.

- Um, what do you want?

- Free, she's trapped.

How can we help you be free?

How can we help you be free, Llorona?

what can we do?

- We want to help you,
how can we help you?

Oh.

Die!

(exploding glass tinkling)

(gasping)

What the hell just happened?

- What are you doing?

- I gotta clean it up
before Chad gets home.

What's wrong?

- Babe, you moved in a
fucking homeless person.

- She was--
- Am I the only one

that's concerned about this, seriously?

- She risked her life to save mine.

It's the least I could do.

- Okay, did you stop and think that maybe

these two are in on some shit,
that it's a fucking scam?

- It's not like that.
- It's not?

- No!
- Okay, first of all,

she shows up out of nowhere

wherever this guy randomly
shows up out of nowhere as well.

Okay and then secondly, now she's in here

telling you that this
place is fucking haunted?

All right, what's next, she's
gonna ask for like what,

like $10,000 to cleanse
the spirits or whatever?

Just watch, all right?
- You don't even know her.

- Babe.
- What?

- She goes tomorrow, all right?

Either you tell her or I do.

- You asked me to move
someone in, so I did.

And then you act like this.

- Babe, I meant a friend.

Somebody that you know, all right?

Not some junkie scam artist.

- She is a friend.

- Where are you going?

- I'm sleeping on the couch
tonight, you're being a dick.

- [Chad] Suit yourself.

(eerie music)

- [Figure In White] I want you, Chad.

- Hey, Cass, baby I'm
sorry I wasn't there.

I was being such an asshole.

Hey, sug.

(La Llorona laughs maniacally)

(Chad screaming)

- Fuck, shit, fuck that, okay.

(eerie music)

(Chad snoring)

Hey.

- Hey.

- Good morning, how'd you sleep?

- Better'n you, I guess.

Why sleep on two hard
chairs when you have a bed?

- (sighs) Yeah, so what
was that seance shit

that you guys were doing last night?

What the fuck was that about?

- Why, what did you see?

- All right, I need
some caffeine in my vein

if I'm gonna say what I need to say.

- There's enough in your veins yet?

- So there was some real

paranormal shit going on
in my room last night.

- What happened, doors slam,

chairs stack on top of
each other, strange noises?

- Creepy demon lady trying to fuck me

and then laughing me out of my room.

- Do you mind if I grab a cup of coffee?

- [Chad] Yeah, please do.

- Please, Lord, look out
for them, make them able

to handle the battle
they're about to encounter.

Make them stronger than me, please Lord,

make them stronger than I am.

- So I was dealing with
my mom's new boyfriend

and he kept trying to do stuff with me.

So I had to run, I had no choice.

I ended up in the streets and
I've been there ever since.

- That was when you were 15?

- No, I was 14.

- Damn.

I was playing Xbox and ordering pizza

on Friday night when I was 14.

I'm sorry.
- Everyone has their paths.

Destiny isn't fair and, I
mean, there will always be

good detours along the journey

and I'm planning on a happy ending.

- All right, here's to
happiness coming before the end.

- You two seem to be getting along.

- Yeah, hey, um.

- What?
- I'm sorry about last night.

- You should be.

- Aren't you gonna make this easy on me?

- No, watching new grovel is
one of my favorite things.

I can't have you deprive me of that.

So, what was the topic a
conversation this morning?

- Um, something happened last night

that's a little unexplainable.

- He saw La Llarona.
- Okay, so it is explainable.

- Where?
- I saw her in the bedroom.

I thought it was you and then
you came in, but you were it

and all this shit, she
started screaming at my face.

It was just a lot, there's
a lot of freaky shit

going around this fucking house, okay?

- Yes, that's what we were
trying to tell you last night.

We tried to get rid of
her, but it didn't work.

So we just need to figure
out the proper way to do it.

(electronic whooshing)
(maniacal laughing)

- Whoa, babe, babe, hey, you okay, hey?

- I'm good.
- Are you all right?

- Yeah, just, I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, I just tripped.

I'm okay.
- All right.

- I just think I'm a little
overwhelmed by everything.

I just need a minute to catch my breath

and then I'm good to go.

(eerie music)

(electronic whooshing)
(screaming)

- [Priest] Go to hell, you
demons, go back to hell!

(electronic whooshing)
(screaming)

(gasping)

(cell phone ringing)

- Fuck.

Yeah Steve, what's up dude?

What, no dude, I just got
back, man, no no no no, look.

Hey, I need some time,
I need, no no no no, I.

What?

No man, are you seriously
threatening my job right now?

No no, fine, man, all right,
fine, when is the shipment?

Dude, I would have to
leave in the morning.

Are you kidding me?

No, I don't care about
the money, Steve, are you?

No, look man.

As of right now,

I am seeking employment
elsewhere, all right?

I will do the job, but you
don't fucking own me, Steve.

I know, baby, I know, no, come on.

- Who is she?

- What?

- You heard me.

You're gone all the
time, you just got back

and now you're leaving again, who is she?

- Babe, I'm not seeing anybody.

The only thing I'm seeing
is a warehouse, all right?

I gotta go pick up the
product to take it to them

so they can make safety glass
or whatever it is, all right?

That's where I'm going,
that's what I'm doing.

I'm going--
- Bullshit.

- I'm going to, oh god.

- So, you're not cheating on me?

- Baby, never, I would never, no, no.

Hey, I promise, we're in
for the long haul, remember?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Okay, well then, will you
tell that fat shit Steve

to shove it up his ass?

- Yeah, I will tell fat shit
Steve to shove it up his ass.

As soon as I get back, okay?

- I love you.
- I love you.

- Now turn your light off.

Cuddle me.

(suspenseful music)

- Dear God, please help
Jennifer Clark to rest in peace

and stop haunting my dreams.

I visit her grave often
to help pray for her soul.

Please help me to save her soul, my Lord.

And also, God, please give me the strength

to get La Llorona out of my head.

Keep me clear on a path of righteousness.

Banish La Llorona and
save Jennifer's soul.

That is all that I pray, my God.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Chad on a mission?
- Yep, and when he gets back,

he's gonna tell that fat shit
Steve to shove it up his ass.

It's time for something new.

- You going out for a run?

- Isn't that obvious,
you want to come with me?

I have some running clothes you can wear.

- Nah, me and running do not get along.

- Hey, suit yourself, I'll be
back in a bit, lock the doors.

(dramatic music)

- Oh yeah, yeah, now you're all mine.

- Help, help me!
- Help me, help me.

- Help me!
- Nobody can help you.

Cops don't come around here,
nobody comes around here.

You shouldn't--
- Let me go!

- Came around here, damn, there we go.

- Let me go!
- There we go.

There we go, yeah, yeah, there we go.

Yeah, there we go.

Yeah.
(eerie music)

There we go.

Maybe if you just suck it a
little bit, I won't kill--

Oh, oh, you fucking bitch!

I'm gonna fuck you up, bitch!

(moaning)

(suspenseful music)

- Cassandra, what's wrong?

- I don't know, look at my
hands, you can still see it.

- What, I don't see anything.

- I must have gotten
all the blood off, then.

- The blood, what are you talking about?

- It's a lemonade?

- My mother used to call this medicine.

Whenever she was stressed
out, she drank her medicine.

You need your medicine.

- I can't argue with that logic.

I was in tent city again and
I don't know how I got there.

I'm drawing a huge blank.

I was in the alley
again, just sitting there

and my hands were covered in blood.

But I didn't do it,
Tiffany, it wasn't my blood.

- You were in a virtual dump,
that's what the alley is.

People throw their garbage everywhere.

Probably wasn't even blood,
it was probably just ketchup

from some french fries
someone threw there.

- I don't know, I think I'm going crazy.

Maybe all this stuff happening
to the house, to Chad,

to me, is a result of my madness.

Like I am conjuring it up somehow.

- There's no such thing as the Force--

You sure?
- My friend.

You're just stressed

and your brain's having
a hard time computing.

You need to go somewhere, get away.

- I can't afford it.

My business has been
slowed down to a crawl

and Chad's only been behind
the wheel for a year.

We are scraping by.

- See, it's more stress,
it's all stress, did you know

that stress is the number one killer?

- No, I didn't.

- That's why smoking makes
all the sense in the world.

- I'm lost.

- Smoking relieves stress.
- Yes?

- And by eliminating stress,

you are eliminating the
biggest killer, make sense?

- That's absurd, you
know what I'm thinking

is that you and me our long-lost sisters.

You are just as absurd as I am.

- Come here, I love you, girl.

You know I have your back.

If you killed someone, I'd
help you bury the body,

you know that, right?
- Likewise, I guess.

I think I'm gonna go visit
my doctor in the morning

just to make sure everything is okay.

- I hope he's hot.

- Oh, he's in the 60s, okay?

- Oh, a silver fox, I like those.

- Shit.

(cell phone ringing)

Fuck.

Yes, Steve.

(woman sobbing)

Steve, I think your butt down.

(woman sobbing)

All right, man.

(woman sobbing)

All right, enjoy your,

enjoy your chick flick or whatever it is.

God, fucking.

(eerie music)

(cell phone ringing)

Hello.
(maniacal laughing)

Hello, is anyone there?

(maniacal laughing)
Is everything okay?

All right, Steve, look man.

Unless you absolutely need
me, don't call me, all right?

I need to get my rest.

(eerie music)

Actually, no, I'll turn
this one off, that's better.

Take that, Steve.

Piece of shit.

(mumbles)

(cell phone ringing)

(electronic whooshing)
Fuck!

(electronic whooshing)
Shit!

(Chad grunts)

Okay.
(cans rattling)

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, the power of Jesus Christ,

by the power of Jesus Christ, I demand you

that you leave me the
fuck alone, all right!

Yeah, you don't like that, no no, okay.

By the power of Jesus
Christ, I demand that

you leave me alone,
that you go back to hell

from where you came, all right.

Just let me out of this, all right.

Just let me out of this, all right.

I demand you go back to hell
by the power of Jesus Christ,

I demand that you leave me alone.

(eerie music)

- Tiffany, Tiffany!
- What?

- I'm pregnant.
- Oh my god, that's insane.

- I know.
- Are you doing okay?

- I don't know, I'm super-nervous
and super-excited so.

It's just a lot.

- Have you told Chad yet?

- No, he didn't answer his phone.

So you're the first person to know.

Well, outside my doctor
and me, you're the first.

- Wow, so--
- I know, thank you.

- So what did the doctor say

about all the stuff you were seeing.

- He said that all women go
through this in different ways

and it could just be my body reacting

to the major changes I'm going through.

So maybe I'm not so crazy after all.

- Crazy, but not certifiable.

- Exactly, I'm gonna
try to call Chad again.

I know he's sleeping after
a long night of driving,

but I'm gonna try him anyway.

- You go do that.

- Hello?

(insects chirping)

What?

What, no!

- What's wrong?

- I just got off the
phone with Chad's boss.

- What happened, is everything okay?

Did something happen to Chad?

- He's dead, they found
him in his hotel room.

They think somebody killed him.

- Oh my god.

I'm sorry.

I'm so goddamn sorry.

You tell me what you need, girl.

Anything, just tell me what it is.

- They need me to go to
Nevada to identify the body.

I don't think I can drive.

I don't think I can make it.

- Done, I'll drive you, I got you.

We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning.

(ominous music)

- Hey.
- Hey, good morning.

- Are you doing okay?

- Yeah, oh I'm doing great.

You know, I was thinking for breakfast,

what if we did pancakes,
wouldn't that be good?

Little maple syrup?
- I mean, I guess

we can get some out on the road.

We have to leave soon, right, to Nevada?

- Mm, I don't think so,
'cause you know what?

Chad had his ID on him

and they can identify the body that way.

Also, you can't live in the past.

See you in the kitchen?

(ominous music)

- You're in shock.

You need to identify the
body, you need closure.

- No, I'm fine, Tiffany, you know what?

I think it may be a good thing.

He was always on the road anyway, right?

And probably had a girl on the side.

- What is all this about,
I'm totally lost here?

- Don't be, we don't need men.

This was like God stepping in and saying,

Cassandra, continue on
your own journey, so I did.

Everything happens for a reason.

(eerie music)

(church bell tolling)

Oh hi, Tiffany.

- Hey, it's midnight, where were you?

What's with the weird getup?

- Do you like it?

Oh, I was out.

Chad's dead, I'm not, so I
gotta get back in the mix.

- You know, I'm saying this
as a friend, Cassandra.

I think you need help.

Do you want to speak to a professional?

- A shrink, really?

Do you realize the most screwed-up people

get degrees in psychology?

Those people can't even save themselves.

- I mean, I'll go with you.

What's the worst that can happen?

- Hm, I really appreciate the invite.

I'm gonna have to decline, you know what?

Why don't you go and then
you can tell me all about it.

- Tomorrow morning actually,
I have to take off for a bit.

I won't be long, you'll
be okay by yourself?

(electronic whooshing)
- I'm a big girl now.

I can handle myself.

(knocking)

- What?
- You will not believe

what I just saw, I mean, I
really need your help this time.

You have to believe me.
- Come in here.

Tell me all about it.

- We need your help, Father.

- I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.

I'm not the guy, I never was.

- Bullshit, you're scared,
that's your problem.

You're a coward.

- Maybe so, but like I
said, I'm not the guy.

I can't face it again, I can't.

- What do you mean, again?

- Years ago, La Llorona
presented herself to me.

She cover up with a poor
woman in my congregation.

She came to me, and I didn't help her.

- I'm sure you tried.

- No, I tried to help myself.

I gave in to her seduction.

La Llorona knows your
weaknesses, knows how you tick,

knows how to exploit
you and who to corrupt.

I would not be able to stop
her or save your friend.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah, you are sorry.

You're the sorriest piece
of shit that I know.

You sit here all alone, watching
the freaking world pass by,

afraid that somebody
is gonna come hurt you.

You're a priest, meant to do good.

And now's your chance.

I'm just asking you

to do what you're supposed to do, dammit!

- It's not that easy, Tiffany, it's not.

I can't just send La Llorona to hell.

I can't exorcise a demon.

Cassandra welcomed her in

and when you let her in,
getting her out is impossible.

- What do you mean, welcomed her in?

- La Llorona can be very seductive.

She can be helpful and
solve a lot of problems.

You see, she feeds on the weak,

and once you submit to her, she owns you.

Your friend going through all that stuff,

she's a prime target for her.

And I don't think she wants her out.

Cassandra might like the power too much.

- What happens if we don't
get rid of La Llorona?

What happens to Cassandra?

- She dies, okay, she dies!

La Llorona kills the host systematically.

She drives them mad and once
they die, she finds another.

There's no stopping her.

You need to stay out of her way.

And that's what I'm going to
do, is what you should do.

Cut your losses.

- Cassandra is pregnant.

- What?
- She's going to have a baby.

Now I'm gonna go and try and
see if I can save her myself

and I'm going to try to save that kid.

I'm going to face that demon

and if it means I die
trying, then so be it.

So you just sit here,
safe under your blankets.

But you'll have to explain to
your Maker why you hid and ran

when the devil came knocking.

- Where is she now?

- At work, until 7:00.

- You're right, you're right.

I've been running long enough.

Been running my entire life.

No more, damn it, no more.

Let's send this bitch back to hell.

- I'll see you at the house at 7:00.

Where were you, I was waiting forever!

- I did some deep prayer
before I got here.

- You didn't do that out on the road?

- It's dangerous to pray and drive.

Now, how is she?

- She's happy, but that's
not the Cassandra I know.

- It's not her, that's La
Llorona controlling her.

You're just seeing the shell of Cassandra.

It's time to get her back.

- Hello, Father, nice to see you.

Tiffany, where were you,
I was getting lonely.

- Cassandra, how are you feeling?

- You're not a doctor, you're a priest.

My doctor says I'm fine,

so thank you for stopping
by, but I have things to do.

You know where the door is.

- You seem to be dealing

with the death of your
boyfriend quite well.

- Why should I be upset, Father?

He's in a better place, right?

By the way, Tiffany, you
mooched off me long enough.

It's time for you to go, all right?

- It's gonna get a little intense.

I can't have any distractions.

Go in the back room, I'll
call you if I need you.

- Are you sure?

- I have no certainty.

But I do know we're on
the right side of this

and that has to mean something.

(ominous music)

- Planning an exorcism, Father?

- Not really.
- Hm.

- I was just hoping you'd
leave this girl's body

and save us both a lot of trouble.

- No can do, but I'll tell you what.

Maybe you and I can have
some fun, what do you say?

I can tell you want this body.

- No.
- No?

- You need to leave this woman
alone, you don't need her.

- I don't need her.

I want her.

I want you.

What does God have for time for you?

Just give in, you have
led such miserable life.

I can make you happy.

I can make you really happy.

- In the name of Jesus
Christ, our Lord and God

we confidently undertake to repulse

the attacks and the deceit of the devil.

(grunts)

We drive out from among us

all unclean spirits, all satanic powers,

all infernal invaders,

all wicked legions, assemblies, and sex.

I cast you out, unclean spirit.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

- It's not gonna work, Gomez, you fuck.

- Cassandra, stop, I
know that's you in there.

- It will be my pleasure gutting you.

- You have to beat it, okay?

You let her in, you can let her out.

- No.
- Cassandra.

You're the only good thing in
my life and I need you back.

You're the strongest person I know.

You can fight it, now
dammit, just fight it.

- I cast you out, unclean spirit.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you.

(gasping)

(screaming)

(electronic whooshing)

Get Cassandra and get the
hell out of here, now!

- I won't leave you.

- Damn it, girl, this is your
chance to save that baby,

save your friend, you
got seconds, do it now!

- Come on.
- Okay.

(gasping)

- You know, years ago I
thought you destroyed me.

I look forward to facing you again.

- It won't help you.

- I said, do it.

You want somebody, take me, do it, do it.

(screaming)

Oh, oh ,oh!

I'll see you in hell!

(coughing)

♪ Ah ♪
(harp music)

- I just felt something, feel it?

- Oh my god, can I feel it?
- Yeah.

There it is.
- I feel it!

(laughing)

- Little feet.
- Yeah, it's kicking.

(harp music)

I see one, two, three, four, five shells.

Oh my god, five months.

- Good.

I'm doing okay.

Eating all the right food.
- Sleeping well?

- Yeah.

♪ Oh ♪
(harp music)

- So you popped her right out, huh?

- Popped her out, I
can't believe I did it.

She's a little girl, I'm
a mom, Tiffany, I did it.

- So where's the little rugrat?

- Ah, they're giving her the once-over

to make sure all the
bells and whistles work.

- But healthy?
- As a horse.

- Oh, I'm so happy for you.

Gosh, I can't wait to meet her.

What did you name her?
- Tiffany.

After my best friend.

- No way, oh my god.

- And if it was a boy,

I was going to name
him after Father Gomez.

You two saved me.

- I love you to pieces, girl.

- I love you too, thank you.

- I can't thank you enough

for letting me be a part of your life

and your daughter's life.

- Of course.

There she is.

- I've got a healthy little girl

who really wants to see her mommy.

- Oh my gosh.

- I'll let you get to know each other.

If you need me, ring me.

- Thank you, I really appreciate it.

You've been the best.
- My pleasure.

- Oh my god, look at the little munchkin!

Oh, I probably shouldn't be so loud.

I'll probably wake her.
- That's fine.

Babies sleep like what, 16 hours a day?

Plenty of time to sleep, you're fine.

- All right, if you say so.

Hi, little Tiffany.

I love you so much and you
have a really great mommy.

- You're making me emotional.

I want to be a strong mom
for her, she needs it.

- Fine fine, you're right.

- Isn't she beautiful?

(eerie music)

(Tiffany screaming)

(eerie music)

(orchestral fanfare music)