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Okay, we're closing in on him.

Hey, you two.
Stay with the path.

We'll flush him out.

- Come on, Dan.
- This way.

Shit.

Thank you.

- This looks great, honey.
- Thank you.

- Where is Belle?
- Um, Belle!

Dinner, sweetie.

Who the hell are you?

He's headed
for the Miller property.

He's gotta be in the shed.

No. He's in the house.
Come on.

Mommy?

Sleen. Jacob Sleen.

We know you're in there,
you piece of shit.

Now come out here
and face your justice.

You hear me, Sleen.

Mob justice.

For the crime of murder
times four.

You have been
sentenced to death.

By whatever means necessary.

Denny, you about
ready for school?

Don't think I'll ever
be ready for that place.

Come on, it's important
to be on time.

Shut down the digital society
and get ready.

Well, as ready as you can be.

Who's winning?

- I always win.
- Really?

You must get that from dad.

Yeah, he taught me.

I only play
against myself these days.

Get your stuff
ready for school, bud.

You don't wanna be late.

Don't forget your helmet.

Come on, bud.
Safety first.

For me, I couldn't
live with myself

if something were to happen
to you on my watch.

Like my time at school
isn't hard enough.

Thanks, Den.

You look... safe.

I don't feel safe.

- 'Sup, fellas?
- Hey.

Oh, you mean to be
safety inspector?

There's your little plastic lid.

Huh?
Gonna get you a clipboard.

Huh? What, big bro
don't drive you to school?

Got you pedaling
for a better life, huh?

Yeah, well, he used to take me.

I just finished
the graveyard shift

interning at the hospital
and now I'm trying to pump out

this last assignment
before graduation.

- I know.
- I'll make it up to you.

I better get
going before I'm late.

- You get your phone?
- Uh, yeah.

Oh, hey, Den, better take off
before you're too late, huh?

- Hey, good luck today.
- Thanks, bud.

Oh, oh, Jesus.
Watch out, Junior.

Here you go.
Nice and easy.

Go.

And we have takeoff.

All right,
let's call the whores.

Is he still
getting it rough at school?

Yeah, I think so, yeah.

Doesn't bring it up,
doesn't wanna talk about it,

but I think
he still has it pretty tough.

I wish there's more
I could do for him.

He's a good kid,
he deserves better.

Okay, we can nix the whores.

Let's give Miles' mom a day off.

Let's do something, though.

Kiss my ass, Sparky.

Would, but I'm afraid
it'd taste like cum.

I'm gonna beat you
like your father should have.

Fucking Miles.

This is Australia, mate,
your name should be Kilometers.

That was funny
when I heard it the first time,

when I was six.

Tried to contact that fucker,
you know?

Who?

My biological father.
Aussie fucking prick.

No answer?

Nah, after him and mum split.

He hates Kiwis or some shit.
Thinks we're all fucked.

I didn't know me and your pops
had so much in common.

Fucking Kilometers.

Look.

You tell me
the kids giving him a hard time

and I'll redefine
a hard time for them.

With what? Your jokes?

Dude, they're high school kids,
I'll fuck them up.

I don't know, man.

These kids,
they're monsters these days.

Stomp you out real easy.

And I'll kick the teeth
out of every last one of them.

Punks.

Henry speaking.
Oh, hey, Den.

I'll fucking kill them.
They ain't know shit.

What? What?

Okay, stay there.
I'm on my way.

What's up?

We may need to kick some teeth.

Is that your brother there?

Hey, Den. You okay?

They got your bike?
And your bag?

I saw some kids
beating Dennis up.

They ran that way.

- Who did it?
- Not sure.

Just some punk kids.

We just stopped to help.

- He used my phone to call you.
- They got your phone, too.

Thank you.

Take care of yourself, Dennis.

Hope you guys
catch those assholes.

Denny, listen,
we'll go get your stuff back

and smash whoever did this.

Point them out,
we'll fuck 'em up.

Can we just go home?

Hey, bud, don't you want
to get your stuff back?

I don't care.

You shouldn't let them
get away with this.

Okay, we're here.

We can solve this right now.

You guys are all here now,

but you're not
always gonna be here.

I hate this shit,
this... this tough guy shit,

this fire with fire.
It's all bullshit.

I just want to be left alone.

You need to
stand up for yourself.

This is gonna
keep happening to you.

If you're scared, you should
face your fear head on.

And then beat it.

Like an angst-ridden stepchild.

I just want to go home.

I've always hated that painting.

Clowns are so disturbing.

They freak me out.

Don't you like the circus?

Don't even get me started

on the animal cruelty
at the circus.

And let alone those crazy
carnies running around

dressed as clowns?

No. Place is a nightmare.

What if the clown was happy?

Doesn't matter.
All clowns are shit.

What?
Don't they freak you out?

Not at all.
Clowns are funny.

Some squirt you with water,
some sell you hamburgers.

I'm more scared of real things,

like being helpless and alone,

death, stuff like that.

- What about you, phone queen?
- Huh?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What's up?
- Den had a tough morning.

Again?

- Yeah.
- This keeps happening to him.

I know, just trying to work out
if it's the same kids or not.

- Where you going?
- Kitchen, get a snack.

Unless Rose wants
to give up some of that ass.

Didn't think so.

Get some better friends, Julia.

Anyone want any chips?

- I missed you.
- I missed you.

Is he okay?

- I'm gonna talk to him.
- Okay.

What happened?

Well...

Hey, Den, look,
I... I know that sucked.

You don't deserve
to be treated like that.

I'm sorry.

Act like you beat me up
and took my stuff.

I just wish
I was there for you sooner,

or drove you to school.

Well, on the bright side,
you've, uh...

got the whole day off.

Let's do something.
What do you say?

I just kind of wanna stay here.

I could take you bowling.
We could go to the beach.

Or what's, uh...
What's that hero movie

at the cinema
you've been wanting to see?

Dragon Fist.
The fire-punching crime god.

Dragon Fist the what?

What, did they run out

of superhero film names
or something?

It sounds childish and stupid.

Then I grabbed him by his ear.

And picked him up
with his two friends.

I said, "Hey, man,
Denny's cool, man.

And I'm going
to fuck your sister."

Come on, I'll take you.
We'll make a whole day of it.

I don't need pity
to soothe a busted ego.

You've got
to want to do something.

Let's make the most of the day,

you can play
on the computer later.

What's up?

Trying to convince
Denny here, said,

"Get off the computer and come
do something fun with us today."

Let's do it.
We should go fishing.

Fishing?

Come on, Danny, let's go.

Go where?

Whore house?

Come on,
let the kid pump out some rage.

- What?
- We're trying to cheer him up,

not make him hate himself more.

Dragon Fist
is playing in the cinemas.

Look, guys,
I just wanna stay here

and read this post, all right?

'Cause at least on here
I'm treated like a human.

I mean, on here,
you have to properly be an idiot

to get the kind of wrath
that I get

in the real world
just for breathing.

Funny how I need a machine
to gain basic human respect.

Wrap your heads around that.

What are you reading?

Uh, it's this post about
a creepy old house

that everyone wants
to know more about.

What do you mean?

Well, this article
got posted up today about

a creepy mystery house,
and now everyone

in the community
wants to know more about it.

So, why are you typing?

Do you know about this
fucking house or something?

No, I just said
that I live near it

and now everyone's
asking me questions.

What does it look like?

Well, there's an old photo from
back in the day, but that's it.

No modern updates,
just myth and legend.

Well, how close?

- Wisconi.
- Wisconi?

That's not that far.

It's a few hours' drive
in the country.

Would you get
some good internet karma

if we went there
and took some photos?

Of course.

If I actually delivered
on this post,

I'd basically
be a hero on this forum.

Well, let's do it.

We can jump in the car
and drive out there.

Hell yeah. Road trip.

Really?

What about your assignment?

Yeah, well,
we can drive out there.

You can shoot some photos.

We'll be home tonight
and I'll finish my assignment.

It's too easy.

- Let's go on a road trip.
- Mm.

Hey, do you know exactly
where it is

or we gotta look for it?

Nah, I can ask the OP for
exact address and directions.

Wait, what the fuck's an OP?

Original poster.

Can send him a message

and ask for coordinates
and directions from the house.

Sounds good.

- Road trip it is.
- I'll tell the girls.

I'll get changed.

I'll roll a hundred joints.

Let's do it.

Hey, you sure you don't wanna
hit the whore house?

Did you bring your jacket?

Could get a little cold
out there.

- Dad's lucky jacket.
- Of course.

I have the perfect
road trip vehicle.

Will that even make it?

This...

is a palace on wheels.

That's the "Yes, we can" van.

Carry 11 passengers.

Yes, we can... smoke weed
in a school car park.

Yes, we can... sex with
the checkout girl at the shops.

Yes, we can.

This is the van
of possibilities, man.

Possibly not get you laid?

Yes, it can.

Possibly not get you
to your destination?

Yes, it can.

Be the sole reason for sadness,

depression and suicide?

Yes, it can.

We'll see.

This van is kickass.

See, even your lady
digs the van vibes.

What do you think, Rose?

We'll work on that.

What?

I know this guy.
I used to train him at my gym.

Hey, Dean.

- You rob a bank?
- No.

I'm in a hurry to get
the early bus to Virino.

Mum and my grandma
live out there.

We're headed out that way.

Yeah, jump in with us.

Well, where you guys headed?

Uh, Wisconi.

It's like 20 minutes
from Virino.

- Is... is there room?
- Yes, there is.

Jump in,
the road palace awaits, my man.

For good luck.

It's time
for this ship to set sail.

You mean this shit
is set to fail?

Looks like the place.

This is definitely the place.

Fuck, maybe we should've
went to the beach.

Of course, no reception.

You ever look around, think
every single person you see,

every single day,
someone shot out of a penis?

The one great race that matters.

The old starting on of life.

In ball sack stadium.

I was personally wired
to dislike competition,

water slides and eggs.

How did we ever become friends?

I'm deep and insightful,
shit like that.

You can't be blamed for wanting
to be around

the charm I ooze out.

Plus I'm a great listener.

You certainly do ooze,
Spark Plug.

Just smells more
like shit than charm.

Yep, deep and insightful.

Have I ever told you about bees?

Bees, man, they're cool.

You know they have a stinger,
and when they use it, they die?

You ever been stung by a bee?

Yeah, of course.

It means in order
to defend itself from death,

it must kill itself.

Principle, huh?

Rather than die in combat,
takes fate for a walk,

battles,
and dies on its own terms.

It'd rather die hurting you
than you just kill it.

It's all about control
in the end.

Bees are cool, man.

And they make honey.

Honey is awesome.

You smoke too much weed.

- Dude, the bees, though.
- Yeah.

Yeah, you make an odd point,
but a valid one.

I see what you're saying.

Still think you smoke
too much of that green crack.

Bees.

Little bro has
all he needs, man.

Back to the van.

That was quick.

Den, did you get
all the shots you need?

Yeah, I shot, like,
50 photos of the place.

Hey, Dean.
Let's go, bro.

We're not going inside?

You should get
photos inside, man.

That would be
delivering something special.

Can we?

- I don't know.
- Nobody cares.

I mean, we came all this way.

Uh, fuck it, let's go in.

What about us?

Come check it out.

Come on.

Really?

- Hm.
- Let's go.

Whoa. This place
is fucking dank.

Like a place
where hatred was born.

You okay?

Yeah.

Hey, Den, this is it, man.

- Shoot the shit.
- Yeah, man.

Get in here.

Just a... little creepy.

It's all good.
It's creepy, but...

we're here.

I'm here.
You're safe, little bro.

Come on, let's win you
the Internet.

That's it. I'm out.

I've seen too many scary movies

to know who the fuck out
of this group dies first.

- It was me, sorry.
- No. I'll be in the van.

Sissy.

What's his problem?

Ugh.

Least it's cleaner than the van.

You're gonna need
a flash soon, Den.

You about ready?

Dude, you gotta
come check this out.

- What is it?
- Weird shit.

It's getting
too hard to see in here.

Come on. It'll only be
a few more minutes.

Okay.

That's it.
Stayed enough.

This room doesn't match
the rest of the house.

Bells, man.

I've told you guys about bells.

Whoa. Wind. Wind.

Okay, I'm done.

It's probably
just Dean trying scare us.

What the fuck?

- We're locked in here.
- Babe.

That's not funny.

Let me have a go at it.

It's steel.

Believe the minimum
requirement's being a man.

Oh, fuck.

Try the windows.

We got a problem.

If it's locked,
just break the glass.

- That won't help.
- What do you mean?

What the fuck?

This is way better
than the beach, bro.

- I don't like this at all.
- What, so we're trapped in here?

- No.
- Oh, my God.

Listen.
We can call out to Dean.

He's outside.

Dean!

- Dean!
- Dean!

Yo, Dean!

Dean!

Where's Rose?

Rose, Rose. We're trapped.
Rose, help us!

Rose.

Rose, can you get
my lighter from the van?

D... does anyone
have any reception?

Nothing.

Mine, too.

I've got nothing.

We must be in a dead zone.

Pretty far from life,
shitty reception out here.

Can you please not use
the words "dead zone"?

Reception's fucked here.

They can't even spell
technology,

let alone implement it.

- Dean!
- Dean.

We're stuck.

Rose!

These walls are too thick.

What do we do?

I'm starting to freak out.

I don't like being held captive
in some weird dark house.

Hey, it's okay,
we're not held captive.

The door's just stuck.
That's it.

Yeah, but the door
slammed on its own.

And now it won't open.

And, Henry,
who turned on the light?

This place is creeping me out.

- The wind slammed the door.
- What wind?

Like a gust from the front door.

And the light?

Maybe the door slamming crossed
some wires in this old place.

I just want
to get out of this house.

Hey.

We will.

Okay? The door's jammed
and the curtains...

it's just for decoration.

They're fake.

Why are they fake?

Sparky.

Let's look around the room,
see what we can find.

'Kay, maybe there's
something we can use

to get the hell outta here.

Why is that bell ringing?

I don't know.

What is this?

That's a monitor.

For what?

I don't know.

- Is there a power button?
- No. Nothing.

Is it plugged in?

The cord goes into the wall.

Wait, there's a switch.

It's on.

Now what?

What is it?

I don't know.

- What's the fuck?
- It's okay.

It'll turn back on.

'Kay, let's stay calm.

I wanna go home.

I wanna get out of here.
I wanna go home.

Is that here?

I can't tell.

Looks like
a ph... photo of the lounge.

Holy shit.

It's footage.

It's Dean.

Dean!

What the fuck?

That's us.

Watch them scream.

Watch them crawl.

One by one,
I'll murder them all.

What the fuck?

Guys.

Dean and Rose
are still out there.

Maybe they can get some help.

There has to be
a way out of this room.

We just need something
to break open that door.

Like what?

There's gotta be something
we can rig up to get it open.

What's that?

- Rose.
- Is she naked?

Why is she just
standing there like that?

I don't know.

Ah! No!

Is that Dean?

I don't think so.

What the fuck is he holding?

Is that a fucking sledgehammer?

- The fuck is going on?
- She's okay.

She's okay, right?

Henry.
She's okay, right?

Uh, yeah, yeah, she...
She... she... she looks like...

No!

That had to be fake.

Fake?
Are you fucking kidding me?

Rose is dead.

We just watched
her get murdered.

It's okay. It's okay.

I want to go home.

I'm working on it.

Stop being
so elementary and dramatic.

There's no chance that was real.

It's an Internet prank.

Once it goes viral,
you're all gonna look stupid.

Not me.

Come on.

Hey, how about that lighter?

Smoke some weed in here.
Might chill some people out.

What do you make of all this?

I really don't know.

If that was real,

we need weapons.

What the fuck is this?
The Sword in the fucking Stone?

Ah, thank goodness.

Shit. Even I was
getting a little nervous.

Bet Denny's got a little shit in
his pants, too. Don't you, Den?

Maybe a little.

Let's go.

Jules!

Jules!

- Jules!
- Julia!

Miles?

Gonna get help.

Dean.

Dead of night, life disappears.

Tonight you will be hunted
by your greatest fears.

Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.

Let's find out
how Julia feels inside.

Julia.

Miles?

Jules is out there.

I need to get out of this room.

The door won't budge, bro.
It's impossible.

How did it open
for Julia so easy?

Doesn't make any sense.

Doesn't make sense.

None of this
fucking shit makes sense.

We need to get
the fuck out of this room.

Jules.

Julia.

Miles?

What the fuck is going on?

Who the fuck is doing this?

I need to get out there
and help her.

She's upset and scared.

We need to figure this out.

Let's start from the beginning.

What happened?

Door wouldn't budge for me.

As soon as Julia tried it,
it opened straight up.

It... It's like it only works
for certain people.

What about the bell?

Yeah, what about the bell?

Maybe it has
something to do with it?

The bell was
ringing periodically.

But not since Julia was able
to open the door and leave.

Maybe the bell is a signal
that the door will open.

Hey, Miles.

I think
I might've found something.

What are we playing?
Fucking Clue?

Guys, something's up.

Julia's in the laundry.

I think someone's stalking her.

Oh, my God.

Miles?

Miles.

I'll fucking kill him.

Oh, my God.

Oh, Julia. Julia.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Ooh.

I need to get out there.

- What is that?
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

No.
Wait, what... Fuck.

Come on. Fuck, fuck.

Oh, my God, look.

Julia!

Hey. Hey. Come here.
Don't look. Okay?

Just don't look.

I'll get us out, okay?

I'll... I'll get us out.

Miles is still out there.

I know he can get us free.

We're gonna come back here.

Burn this fucking place
to the ground.

I don't know what
he's gonna be capable of.

It's Miles.

I know we fuck around.

But I trust him
to get us outta here.

I know he's got a plan.

He's gonna find Julia.

And what they did to her.

Someone's gonna get fucked up.

Help me.

Please help me, mister.

What are you doing here,
little girl?

This place isn't safe.

I was with my brother.

And he told me to hide.

You're okay now.

I'll protect you.

Take my hand.

It's okay.

I know a way out.

I know how to get out
of this house.

You what?
You know a way out?

I can't.

- They're... they're watching me.
- Hey. Hey.

You have to tell me how.
You can trust me.

I'm gonna help.

But you have to
tell me how, okay?

Okay.

Listen.
You could whisper it.

It'll be our little secret.

You can't save me.

You fuck.

You got me.

Are you cold, mister?

I got an idea.

Oh!

Okay, I'm just
gonna warm up your legs

so you don't get sick.

Oh, oh, oopsie.

Mama said
I'm not supposed to have this.

Silly duffer.

You're not wearing a hat.

Ooh.

I'm just gonna warm up your head

so you don't catch a cold.

My name is Belle,
and it's your turn.

To prepare for hell.
I'm going to help you burn.

Bye-bye.

Whoo!

You burned up so quickly.

Mama was right.

Oh. I forgot my marshmallows.

You're warm now.

Bye, mister.

Front door's open.

The front door's open.

One of us can get out of here
and get help.

We need to see who goes next.

I have a feeling
it's gonna be me.

Why?

I don't know, the fact
that I'm about to shit myself

and puke at the same time?

Makes me think it's me.

This is our chance to get out.

To get help.

Whoever it is,

they're gonna be the hero.

Bit nervous.

Oh!

Okay, only puke left now.

Only time I hate to be right.

Run straight for the front door
and don't stop.

There's no one
out there to save,

but there are people in here.

And so, we'll try
and get to the front door.

Right behind you.

Fuck.

Come on, Sparky.
You got this.

Jimmy?

Jimmy, is that you, my boy?

Dad?

Jimmy, you're a sight
for sore eyes.

Come here, let... let me hug you.

I want to tell you
how much I love you.

Dad?

I just wanna hold you, son.

I've missed you.

What's he doing?

Why isn't he leaving
to get help?

Come on, Spark, run.

- Run.
- Where's he going?

Who's he talking to?

Missed you so much.

It's okay, my boy.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I wish we were closer.

Wish I was a better son
while you were alive.

And yet...

you weren't.

You were a terrible son.

You're a disgrace
to my family name.

You just don't listen.

And now, you have to pay.

Discipline must be taught
when obedience is lacking.

When you have a shitful
disgrace of a son.

He has to be influenced,

so as not to be
a stain on society.

You're an embarrassment.

Good for nothing.
Letdown.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I loathe you.

I always have.

I always said
the highlight of your life

should have been
the day you landed

on your mother's chest
when I blew my load

over that
cheap $2.00 whore.

I love you.

Oh, my God.

Is that...

Spark.

Pathetic.

You always did try and run away

from your problems, didn't you?

You were never man enough
to face the music.

I just want you to know

when you look into my eyes,

that I don't love you.

I never loved you.

You were my biggest regret,
my biggest mistake.

And now?

I get to scrub out
your miserable existence.

To right a wrong,
erase a mistake.

Look into my eyes
and see how easily

I dispose of you, because you...

are nothing to me.

It's been hours
since the bell has rang.

Maybe it's all over.

Henry.

Do you ever
think back on your life?

When you were young?

Of course.

Do you ever
think about those memories

and get overwhelmed
with sadness?

Just sad,
because it's all so far away

from where we are
in this present moment.

Like regret?

No. Not regret.

Memories are mostly happy ones.

And now they make you sad.

Yeah.

Like...

those memories are so far
from the present,

it bums me out.

Maybe it's just
part of growing up.

Maybe.

Life lived in the present
is what's important.

Back when the happy memories
were the present,

you were living in the moment.

And you were able to be happy.

If you focus on the now
and not the past,

you can focus on the present.

Tomorrow becomes today

when you're thinking
about yesterday.

I love the way your mind works.

Yeah, well,
in this circumstance,

the present sucks.

So, I really don't know
how this situation works.

You know,
with the whole pending doom.

Hey.

There is no pending doom.

You're safe with me.

We just need a plan.

Okay, we need
to get out of here.

- This is our chance.
- I'm not leaving this room.

Something is killing us
one by one

and unless we work together,
one of us will be next.

I'm staying here.

If we all get out that door
at the same time,

we'll have a better shot
at getting free.

This thing
is winning one-on-one,

but if we can all
get out there...

- It's worth a shot.
- No!

Julia, Miles, Sparky

all left this room
and are all dead.

Why can't the plan be
to stay in the room?

Why don't we just
not go out the door?

We've been safe
in here all night.

- And what, just sit here?
- Until we figure it out.

No, we'll have a better chance

of getting out
of the house out there.

Like Julia?

Rose?

Sparky?

Miles?

We'll have
a better chance together.

Whatever comes after us,
I'll distract it

and you can take Denny
and get out of this house.

I'll get us out of here.
I promise.

You just need to trust me.

Okay, I trust you.

Come on, Den.

Jess.

Okay.

We need to stay close
and move quickly.

Together.

As one.

This is our shot.

Sparky has the keys to the van.

Hey, let's just
get out of this house.

Jess! No!

No!

No!

Let me in.

Pretty girl.

Pretty girl.

Look at you.

- Happy Birthday!
- Hello!

No. No!

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

It's my fault we came here.

- Now everyone's dead.
- Hey, listen to me.

It's not your fault, okay?

It's not your fault.

Come here.

You mean everything to me, Den.

I'd give my life
for yours in a heartbeat.

I'll get you out of this house.

No matter what.

I promise.

Hey.

I will get you
out of this house.

Ever since Dad died...

you have been so much more

than just a brother to me.

So much more.

Dad was my hero.

He's my...
My anchor in the storm.

To me, there was no safer place

in the world than in his arms.

He could make
any situation better.

I miss his laugh.

His intelligence.

His heart.

I miss him, too.

I felt like I had no value.

No hope, no strength.

No security.

But you put aside everything

to fill that void in my life.

You became my anchor.

I'll always miss Dad.

But because of you...

that... that emptiness...

that filled my life...

is gone.

I love you.

I love you, too, Den.

Den, listen to me.

We both need to
get through that door

at the same time.

Remember how we used to
run down the hall at home?

Den, you can do this.

Remember?

Yeah, I... I remember.

Okay, bud.

Let's do it.

You're ready?

Shit.

- What?
- The door won't open.

It's not my turn.

We do this together.

Together.

I lost my balance.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

The door stayed open.

Lucky, I guess.

Let's talk about it
on the way home.

Come on. It's time to get
the fuck out of here.

We're going straight
for the front door.

Okay.

You ready?

Let's go.

Denny.
Go hide. Hide!

Hey!

Henry!

Denny.

Den. Den, hey. Hey.

- Henry.
- What?

Den.

Listen to me.

Run.

Hey! Hey!

Come get me, you fucks.

Hi.

I'm Belle.

I like this one.

No!

Oh.

You... you fucks.

Le... leave him alone.

Naughty language.

Stop!

He's in trouble.

Den.

He needs your help.

Don't big brothers
protect little brothers?

You didn't help him.

I said I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Don't be sad.

Don't you wanna
help your brother?

How about this?

An eye for an eye.

On second thoughts...

I've already started this one.

Oopsie.

Red's my favorite color.

He's empty now.

Oh. Night-night.

You got a lot of blood on you.

He's all red.

Oh.

Hey.

What the fuck?

Fuck.

Fuck.

I can help you get out of here.

You can go and live your life.

You don't need that with me.

So...

you ready to go home?

Look under the door.

Your night is complete.

- They killed my brother.
- They, Henry?

You. You killed them.

I'd be wise with that bullet.

As I said before,

I can help you get out of here.

You can go home.

Yeah, I'll just go home.

Like no one I know
died here tonight.

Nah.

There's one more death
to happen yet.

You might be correct, Henry.

However...

tonight wasn't about death,

so much as it was about fear.

Fear was your enemy.

We just facilitated it.

Fear killed everybody.

Not me. Fear.

What about me, huh?

I'm feeling pretty fearless
right about now.

Well, adrenaline, a gun.

Yeah, I can believe that.

But give it time.

It's a slow burn.
Life, you know?

You killed my brother,

Jessie, my friends.

Not me.
Where's my fear?

Walk out the door, Henry.

Go live your life.

Let old age take you.

But you want to know
the real stinger?

What you saw here tonight,

burned in.

That's gotta sting.

Either way you look at it...

the house always wins.

Bye-bye, Henry.

It's about control in the end.