All language subtitles for Presence.2022.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264 (SDH)

(rain pattering)

(thunder rumbling)

(TV playing indistinctly)

(ominous theme playing)

- SAM: Hey, you all packed?
- (knocks on door)

SAM: I don't want you
to miss your flight.

Hey. Hey.

Hey. I don't want to
see you upset, okay?

Jen, look at me, okay?

I don't have to go.

SAM: Yes, yes.

Jen, you need to go.

You need to go home.

You need to get help.

This'll be good
for you, all right?

Get back on track.

Maybe get on some meds,
this will be good for you.

I promise.

I just really need
my friend right now.

I got something for you.

SAM: It reminded me of you.

(rain pattering)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashes)

(call ringing)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE: Thank
you for calling Entergy.

Due to a high volume of
calls, you may experience

a longer than normal wait time.

For a faster response,

- go to www.entergy.net...
- (footsteps in distance)

to book an appointment today.

If you would like
to hold for the...

Hello?

Is someone there?

Jesus Christ, Keaton.

- KEATON: Hey.
- What the hell is wrong with you?

Nothing is wrong with me.

Nothing at all.

Your power's out.

JEN: Yeah, I know
my power's out.

You can't just walk in here.

Why not?

Because you don't live here.

Okay, well, calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

No, no. I think
it's a good idea

for you to calm down
when you have that knife

in your hand.

I thought I heard something.

You heard something?
What did you hear?

Did you hear from Sam?

That it?

Fuck off.

Yo. I'm really a...

(items rustling in drawer)

Sorry I mentioned Sam.

I didn't know you
were so sensitive.

I'm not sensitive.

She's coming back.

It's been, what, since
the 20th of last month?

What are you, a calendar?

KEATON: The fuck.

I'm just saying that
you got back in the 15

and you're in a good mood
for, like, three or four days.

And then what do you
know about my mood?

KEATON: That you're much more
fun when you're in a good one.

JEN: Yeah, I can say the
same thing about you.

Sorry if my bad moods getting
in the way of your good time.

But my entire future
is riding on Sam, so...

(dramatic theme playing)

KEATON: You wanna go out?

JEN: It's raining.

So? You like the rain.

(Jen sighs) I don't know.

Come on, it'll take
your mind off of her.

You know we're not in anything
anymore, right, Keaton?

I know.

What, I hurt your feelings?

No. What are you
even doing right now?

I told you I thought
I heard something.

I'm just going to
take a wild guess.

But don't you think it
could have been storm?

(soulful music
playing over speakers)

Hey, Stu.

What?

I just haven't seen

you dance like that
in a long time.

Don't be weird.

Still selling
those zippers, Jen?

Yeah, I'm still
selling the zippers.

Why, you wanna buy some?

Why do you ask me that
every time I come in here?

Making fun of me, too now?

No, he's just jealous, Jen.

I don't need you
to stand up for me.

Yeah, I know that.

You're just jealous, Stu.

STU: Oh, I'm jealous?

(Stu chuckles)

KEATON: Oh, I'm jealous, too.

She's going to be
a millionaire, Stu.

Keaton, stop it.

- Why?
- (billiard balls clacking)

Seriously, shut the fuck up.

KEATON: Okay.

Hey.

Hi.

Can I buy you a beer?

Actually, I just...

Just got one.

- KEATON: Ah, get lost, bro.
- MAN: What's up?

I said get lost
for your own sake.

MAN: That your boyfriend?

No. No, he's not.

Listen, bro, it's not,
it's not an offense

or personal to you, it's
just she's very peculiar

about size.

Oh, my God.

You fucking kidding me?

No, I'm not.

Leave me alone.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Listen to me. Hey.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Pal...

I apologize.

Stu. Beer.

Yeah, Stu. Get
the bitch a beer.

Keaton?!

MAN: Why don't you
take a walk, buddy?

- You want me to walk away?
- MAN: Yeah, I want you to walk away.

- Hey, stop it.
- No, no, no.

I'm gonna walk away.

I'm gonna walk away.

I'll take a walk.

(blows landing)

(Keaton groaning)

(seagulls squawking on TV)

(woman and man conversing
in foreign language on TV)

KEATON: I'm sorry.

For what, Keaton?

For today.

Last year.

I just want things to go
back to normal between us.

I miss you.

(sobbing)

(sobbing)

(sobbing in distance)

(grunting in frustration)

(wispy chittering)

(birds chirping)

(vibrating)

(vibrating continues)

Sam?

SAM: Of course it's me!
Who else would it be?

I've been calling you
for the last hour.

Jen? Jen, are you listening?

It's early.

Where have you been?

I'm at JFK. Jen, listen up.

I've been trying to get
in touch with you, Sam.

I know, I know, I know.
Things have gotten crazy.

But Jen, listen, I've got news!

Okay. Big, gigantic
fucking news.

The fuck?

Hello? Jen?

Jen, are you even
listening to me right now?

- Yeah.
- God, I met

this super successful guy
a couple of weeks ago...

(on speakerphone) who inherited
his dad's business or something.

And Jen, he wants to fund us.

- Wait, for real?
- Yes! Can you believe it?

He wants to help
us with everything.

Have you discussed
strategy or development?

Yeah. We'll get there.
We'll get there.

I promise. This
is real. Trust me.

He's invited us out on his yacht

for the week to talk ideas
and sign contracts...

Wait, when?

Today! You still have
your passport, right?

I need a passport?

I just told you. His yacht's
in the Virgin Islands.

A car will pick you up
and bring you to the plane

in an hour. Okay?

Sam. Sam, I...

I haven't heard
from you in weeks,

and I'm just supposed to...

This, this feels really fast.

Like... out of nowhere.

Jen, you are going to have to
trust me on this, all right?

This is like a
second chance for us.

This is it. Are you in?

(ominous theme playing)

(call ringing)

AUTOMATED VOICE: You have
reached the voicemail box of...

KEATON (on recording): Keaton.

- At the beep.
- (beeps)

Here you are, ma'am.

Thanks.

(eerie theme playing)

(panting)

(ominous theme playing)

(seagulls squawking)

(Latin jazz music playing
over speakers in distance)

SAM: Jenna!

Oh, my God.

Look, who made it, finally!

Hello, hello!

Oh, my God. Hey, girl.

Where the hell have you been?

- Around.
- What are you wearing?

Yachting attire.
What do you think?

SAM: There he is.

DAVID: Been waiting for you.
We're about ready to head out.

SAM: Grab your bag.

Lemme get that.

- DAVID: Hi.
- Jen.

- David Calperson.
- Nice to meet you.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

- Sam's told me a lot about you.
- Really?

That's funny, I've heard
almost nothing about you.

DAVID: Ha!

Well, that's okay,
because I was bluffing.

Honestly, Sam only
talks about herself.

- Yeah, that sounds about right.
- SAM: You guys!

DAVID: John.

- DAVID: Shoes off.
- JEN: Oh.

SAM: Lose the shoes.

DAVID: John. Hey, John,
watch the teak, man!

Come on! What have I
told you? Tell the guys.

- SAM: Jenna...
- Yeah?

- Hurry up.
- Coming.

Salon.

I think this room is
pretty self-explanatory.

SAM: Crazy, right?

Hey, come on.

I wanna show you the bridge.

It's very cool.
Watch your step.

So here we have a state of
the art navigation system.

World class. Not to mention
our crew is as well.

- How you doing, boys?
- Welcome.

Thank you. Say
hello to the boys.

- JEN: Hey.
- Over here. We got radar.

As you can see, security cameras
to protect us from pirates.

Safety first.

And, I don't know, buttons
and lights and stuff.

Hey, gentlemen, when you're
ready, go ahead and take us out.

FIRST MATE: Yes, sir, Captain.

- JEN: Did they just call you Captain?
- Huh...

Weird.

If you follow me down here
I'll show you the bedrooms.

There's three of them. So
you can take your pick.

You can bunk up
together. I don't care.

International
waters. No judgment.

This is my bedroom. If you
need anything, it's bigger.

It's nicer. I'm staying here

because this is a
yacht after all.

We'll meet up for dinner.

I have to make a
phone call to Beijing.

But please, make
yourselves at home.

The crew, the
contents of the ship.

Everything is completely
at your disposal.

Okay. I'll see you
soon. Don't go in there.

Just kidding. Go
wherever you want.

(ominous theme playing)

SAM: So what's
new back at home?

Give me something juicy.

Keaton came over
there other night.

Fuck him.

I've been having these
dreams about him.

SAM: You mean nightmares?

More like memories.

You ever have a dream
that felt totally real?

SAM: Yeah, sure.

When I'm drunk or...

after I've eaten
too much cheese.

Like a ton of cheese.

I call them cheese dreams.

Right.

Well, I had one of those
dreams about Keaton...

In the dream I killed him.

Ugh, scary.

Yeah.

I'm sorry I didn't call more.

Do you have any idea how
many hospitals I called

trying to find
you? I thought...

SAM: I know, I
know. I'm sorry.

I really am.

You know, you probably
won't believe me,

but I tell everyone about you.

We wouldn't be here
if it weren't for you.

God, you are so much smarter
than all of David's friends.

JEN: All right.

You should still
feel guilty about it.

But I'm gonna work on it.

Where's David?

I don't know.

I think I miss him.

- JEN (laughing): Oh, my God.
- What?

Are you listening to yourself?

I'm going to go find him.

If that's okay with you.

Let me check my schedule.

Yep. Works for me.

Mmm. All right.

All right. Mmm.

Ta ta!

(operatic theme playing)

DAVID: Sorry.

And done.

Yeah. Okay.

So how did you two meet?

Sam picked me up at a bar.

- Yeah, you believe that, right?
- It's true.

She found out that I
was an entrepreneur.

And she just kind
of glommed onto me.

Sam's built quite the reputation
for you, too, in New York.

He's lying.

I'm not.

Anybody else want an Ambien?

No.

The last time that I took
an Ambien, I woke up,

and every single lamp that I own
was on top of my refrigerator.

And had a roast in the oven,
which was seasoned to perfection.

It was a fucking good roast.

And I've never made
roasts before or after.

So that's something.

Can we talk business?

Yes, of course. What do
you want to talk about?

I mean, to start,

I'd like to know
where we're going.

I just assumed Sam would've
told you that already.

You haven't...?

What kind of business
partner are you?

We're on our way to my
factory in Puerto Rico,

and my lawyers are
waiting for us there

with your contract.

Really?

Nothing.

I'm terrible.

I'm a manufacturer.

I have a company that produces
small metal attachments.

We make a lot of buttons mostly.

But I've done zippers
in the past as well.

We do military uniforms,
some hospital accoutrements,

and a lot of
professional attire.

So my plan

is to take the equipment
that I already have,

make a few small tweaks,
just in a few new molds.

I want to start pumping
out your patent.

This is where it gets
really interesting.

I've already got
the deal in place.

It's a licensing contract.

It's gonna make the three of us

about $25 million.
How does that sound?

We are about to be on every
piece of clothing in the world.

I want to officially
welcome you to the 1%.

You're an entrepreneur
now, okay.

Your ideas are the ideas
that shape the world.

Our thoughts become reality.

Jen, I need you to trust me

when I tell you I know
how to make money.

And he's got friends
who make missiles.

DAVID: Tanks.

Actually, that's one friend.

I have one friend
that makes tanks.

It's not that weird.
Somebody has to make tanks.

So why is the boat,
ship, named Vivie Rae?

MAY: Oh, God.

She who shall not be named.

His ex-wife.

Vivian, actually, was her name.

I guess she thought
Vivie Rae sounded

more exotic, whatever.

Anyway, long story
short, my ex-wife had

a lot of mental and emotional
issues, to say the least.

Look...

I want to thank you
all for being here,

for making me a lot of money

and for lifting my spirits.

Cheers.

- Hey.
- Hi.

How far away are we
from Puerto Rico?

About three and a half days.

Do you even speak Spanish?

I speak the
international language

of cold, hard cash, mamacita.

Um, actually, I'm
going to go to bed.

I'm really tired.

But you guys stay up, okay?

Jen, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. Wait on me.

I'm going to go join her.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Goodnight.

SAM: Wait up!

(eerie theme playing)

What's the situation
with you two?

Me and David?

No. The other
billionaire on the ship.

- Yeah.
- Shit.

Were you trying to give
me some room up there?

Do you like him?

He's cute,

successful.

Hasn't tried
anything creepy yet.

Do you?

You just kissed him.

Plus, I definitely don't want to
have a threesome with you and him.

Oh, my God.

Jen, chill, we were
just having some fun.

This is a business trip.

Honestly, you should have
seen him before I met him.

He was such a wreck.

From the divorce?

Yeah...

She must of done a
real number on him.

He doesn't like
to talk about her.

I think he really loved her.

I need to know that we're
here for the right reasons.

(dramatic theme playing)

(sighs)

(doorknob clattering)

One second.

- Hey.
- Hey.

DAVID: Are you comfortable?

Yeah.

Good.

I just wanted to know if
you get cold at night.

It can get kind of
chilly on the ship.

Um, I'm fine.

DAVID: Good.

Good.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

(door closes)

(haunting theme playing)

(seagulls squawking)

(intense theme playing)

(bell chiming)

(gasping) Oh, God.

DAVID: Jen, Jen? Jen.

(door chimes)

- Jesus.
- Sorry.

Am I interrupting?

No.

Sit.

- Are you sleeping okay?
- JEN: Yeah.

I'm just a morning person.

Mind if I ask you a question?

What happened in New York

between you and Sam?

What did Sam tell you?

Nothing.

It's just that...

if we're going to work together,

which we are...

I want to feel like we
can trust each other too.

If you don't want to talk
about it, that's fine.

I just want you to feel
that you can trust me.

But no pressure.

So, for the last year,
I've been having these...

panic attacks.

I don't know, I think
my brain just...

works differently
than other people.

'Cause you're an artist?

Because you're a thinker?

I don't know about that.

No, it just got
worse, in New York.

Sam was gone a lot,

hanging out with
her new friends.

And her new friends were more...

heh, successful.

Ah. Like me?

Yeah.

I don't know, I mean, this...

This is great. It's...

It's just not really me.

I disagree.

(dramatic French theme playing)

(suspenseful theme playing)

(doorknob rattling)

(noises quiet)

Hello?

(operatic theme playing)

DAVID: That goes
all the way down.

SAM: I don't want
to think about it.

DAVID: Well, just
don't think about Jaws.

What's Jaws?

Really?

DAVID: Huh.

Do sharks actually
attack you here?

DAVID: Sharks don't come into the
bay this late into the winter.

But the idea is that
when you jump in,

make as little a
splash as possible.

- Because they're attracted to the motion!
- Oh, my G...

You jerk.

JEN: I can't help but
feel like something

could just pop out at
any moment, you know.

JEN (gasps): What the fuck!

JEN: Fuck.

SAM: David?

What about the sharks?

Heh. I think there's room
enough in this big blue sea

for all God's creatures.

Come jump in. It's perfect.

SAM: Fuck it.

Wait, seriously?

(David laughs)

DAVID: Come on.

(Jen giggling)

DAVID: Heh, I told you.

(Jen and David
exclaiming and laughing)

- JEN: It's so salty.
- DAVID: I know, it's nice.

(Jen screaming in fear)

SAM: Jen! Jenna! Jenna!

- DAVID: You okay?
- SAM: Jenna, are you okay?

DAVID: Real quick, get out of
the water. Get out of the water.

- (Jen gasping)
- SAM: You okay? Are you okay?

JEN: Don't leave
me down there!

(sobbing) Don't
leave me down there.

DAVID: Hey! Hey. Hey.

What was it? You see a fish?

(Jen exclaiming)

- Is it Jaws?
- SAM: Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Heh. What?

Is this not the
best Indian food?

Yeah.

I don't think we
really like this wine.

I'm going to get a
different bottle.

(David clears throat)

Excuse me.

(ominous theme playing)

Sam?

(David hums)

Sam?

I have to go down
to the stockroom.

I'll be right back.

Hey D? Will you grab me a
bottle of white, please?

JEN: Sam, I'm
sorry about today.

It's like New York
all over again.

What?

That's not fair.

DAVID: White.

SAM: Thank you.

- Sam, stop. Hey.
- SAM: Hey...

DAVID: I don't know.
This is a bad idea.

DAVID (in distance):
This is not a good idea.

What about Jenna?

(Jen and David speaking
indistinctly in distance)

DAVID: Oh, fuck.

(both moaning)

(door chimes)

(eerie theme playing)

(moaning continues)

JEN: What do you want?

What do you want?
What do you want?

What do you want?

What do you want?

Why are you here?

Why are you here?

Why?

(man speaking
indistinctly in distance)

- DAVID: Wait...
- MAN: Drop the knife!

MAN: Drop the knife, Jen!

- What is that?
- MAN: Drop it!

MAN: Jen, wake up!

Wake up, Jen!

Drop it! Wake
up, Jen! Wake up!

Drop the knife.
Drop the knife, Jen.

- Hey! Hey! Get off of her!
- SAM: Jen! Jen!

SAM: Hey! Hey, hey. Hey.

SAM: Was she sleep
walking or something?

She probably had a nightmare.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

DAVID: Try to get some rest.

Yeah, you need it.

Sam, wait.

Wait.

Can I talk to you for a second?

JEN: You know those
dreams I told you about?

You think they're real?

What are you talking about?

I think they happened.

SAM: I think if you
had killed Keaton,

we both would know, don't you?

You don't believe me.

SAM: Look, I know that
the past couple of months

have been crazy, but...

I don't think it's safe to say

that you've lost your
fucking mind, Jen.

I'm seeing things, Jen.

It's a figure.

It's like...

It's like this presence.

Jen, stop.

- It's like a black hole.
- Stop. Stop it!

(sobbing) I'm trying.

- You need to keep it together.
- I'm trying.

- SAM: Please, for me, okay?
- I'm trying, Sam. I'm trying.

We've come this far already.

Don't fuck this up.

Understood?

Sam...

- Goodnight. Sleep good alright?
- Sam, wait?

SAM: Goodnight. We'll
talk in the morning.

SAM: David, I am...

so sorry.

The subconscious is
a powerful thing.

She's home.

She's missing you. She's scared.

She's alone. Now she's here.

Her life is changing a lot...
That can affect people.

I know it's strange, but...

human beings are
strange creatures.

I think the best thing we could
do right now is get some sleep,

separately.

Did we ruin everything?

No. One bad dream
can't ruin everything.

Did I make things weird
between us though?

Come here. Come here.

Nothing's weird.

- Get some sleep.
- SAM: Okay.

- Goodnight. Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

(door clatters, closes)

(ominous theme playing)

(soulful music
playing over speakers)

♪ Girl, you've been
so good to me ♪

♪ Stayin' by my side
through the bad times ♪

♪ All my dreams never
came true somehow ♪

♪ But things are gonna
be different now ♪

♪ And baby ♪

♪ My ship is comin'
in baby, baby ♪

♪ My ship is comin' in ♪

♪ And won't it be fine? ♪

♪ Girl, we're gonna
make it this time ♪

♪ You can throw away
that shabby dress ♪

♪ Buy yourself the finest
things in town, girl ♪

♪ Dry your eyes,
we're celebrating ♪

♪ Oh, there's so many
good times waiting, baby ♪

♪ My ship is comin'
in, baby, baby ♪

(eerie theme playing)

(grunts)

(panting)

Let me the fuck out of here!

Hello?

Somebody let me out!

(sobbing) Let me out!

Let me the fuck out of here!

Help!

What the fuck?

DAVID: Morning.

My door was locked.

Huh? That's weird.

We're gonna have some
breakfast. Come join me.

DAVID: Found her.

- Morning.
- Morning.

(David sighs)

Yep. Jen!

So, how are you feeling?

Much better.

- Good.
- JEN: Yeah.

I think I just
needed some sleep.

Sam told me

that you were having

some sort of bad dream the
night before you came here.

Yeah.

Yeah, it was pretty crazy.

What was that about?

JEN: My ex.

Keaton.

He just showed up at my house.

I just had a dream that
something happened to him.

Something like what?

I don't...

I don't remember, actually.

DAVID: I'm really sorry
that that happened to you.

All I can tell you is that
you're not going to have

to worry about people
like that anymore.

You're gonna have so much money

you can pay somebody to take
care of him if you need to.

Yeah, I don't know, I
think I was stressed and...

I was worried about Sam.

I missed her, felt pretty alone.

I know it's strange, but...

human beings are
strange creatures.

SAM: All right, I'm
going to go shower.

Still have all this saltwater
in my hair from yesterday.

- MAN: Excuse me, sir?
- What?

Could I have a word
with you for a moment?

Okay.

MAN: It'll just take a second.

DAVID (clears
throat): Excuse me.

MAN: Some of the crew
have been talking.

We're a little bit concerned about
the situation from last night.

- Yeah.
- I think it would be a good idea

to start the discussion about
finding a place to dock.

No, that's not going to work.

We need to stay on schedule,
so just do your fucking job.

(dramatic theme playing)

Ladies?

Girls?

(shower running)

DAVID: Jen?

Hey, Jen?

- Sam?!
- Dave! What the fuck?

Sorry.

I thought she was
coming for you.

What? Jen? Are you crazy?

(man screaming in
pain in distance)

- SAM: What's happening?
- I have no idea.

(suspenseful theme playing)

(men chattering)

- MAN 1: Buddy, stay with me.
- JOE: No, Joe!

MAN 1: I need, I need a
first aid kit right now.

Any crew member, I
need a first aid kit.

Joe, Joe, stay with me,
buddy. Stay with me.

MAN 2: Don't worry, Joe.

- You're alright, you're alright.
- Keep talking, buddy, keep talking.

MAN 1: Keep on talking,
buddy, keep on talking.

You're going to be all right.

(tense theme playing)

- KEATON: Kiss me.
- JEN: No.

- KEATON: Okay...
- JEN: No.

Keaton, Keaton, no!

Get off!

- Hey. Hey.
- (Jen gasping)

How long have I been asleep?

Why don't we start
with what you remember.

- What's going on?
- Jen...

- Sam? Sam?
- Jen, I want you...

- Sam, what's happening?
- To tell me

- exactly what you remember.
- Sam?

Get these the fuck off of me!

The best thing you can do right
now is relax and work with me.

Sam, what's going on?

Jen, calm down, okay?

She's right. Jen,
you need to relax.

Don't tell me to fucking relax!

Get these the fuck off of me!

JEN: Sam. No. Sam?

Sam, would you give the
two of us a minute, please?

JEN: Sam, no.

(whispers) Everything's
gonna be okay.

- Just one minute, Sam.
- No, Sam, don't...

SAM: David, she
doesn't know anything.

- Sam!
- What happened?

SAM: She doesn't
remember anything.

What don't I remember?

- DAVID: Watch your hand?
- Sam. Sam...

(sighs)

I need to ask you
some questions, okay?

DAVID: Do you
recognize this woman?

No.

When did you meet her?

I didn't.

You don't recognize her?

I don't know her.

Where'd you get
that necklace, Jen?

- What?
- Jen...

when did this woman
give you that necklace?

I don't know her.
I don't... I...

I don't know her!

Who gave you the necklace?

Sam.

(eerie theme playing)

SAM: David...

David, what's going on?

Look, I really think that we
should dock at that island.

- You know the one I was telling you about?
- Just give me a second.

I need to think.

David, there is a dead body
on this ship we have to stop.

(whispers) David!

What are you doing?

Jen told me that you gave
her something in New York.

Where did you get it?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about her necklace.

From some vintage
shop in Greenpoint.

You're lying to me.

Why would you say that?

You said you have
Ambien. Give it to me.

- Why?
- Get me the fucking pills!

(gasping and crying)

(pills clatter)

DAVID: When did
they get to you?

Hm? Who gave you the necklace?

Who told you to
give it to Jennifer?

Was it before we met?

Was it a coincidence
we met in that bar?

- Was it a coincidence we met that bar?!
- You are insane!

This is every last dime I
have that isn't in assets.

You can consider
it a signing bonus.

I don't know who
you're working with,

but I know for a fact

you won't get more money
than working with me.

David, what...?

- (door opens)
- DAVID: Hi.

DAVID: I'm so sorry
about all of this.

What the fuck is going on?

I know none of
this is your fault.

Let me help you.
But here's the deal.

Sam!

DAVID: I need you to relax

until you get this
contract signed.

So I have a few pills here
that are going to help you.

And just for a little while,

until we can get to
the factory, all right?

I just need you to
take them and relax.

It's very important
for us. Please.

I need you to trust
me. Do you trust me?

You trust me?

Please, please, please.

I don't like this
any more than you do.

Sam!

All right, I just need you

to take them and relax.

It's very important for us.

JEN: Sam!

- I'm not going to...
- JEN: Ow!

I'm not gonna be able
to let you breathe

unless you take these pills.

You understand?

Open. Open. Open.

When you swallow, I
can let you breathe.

Swallow. And you can breathe.

Swallow. Do you want some
water? I can get you some water.

Good.

- Good.
- (Jen gasping)

- Breathe. Sorry.
- (Jen sobbing)

This is important.

This is going to be
good for you. I promise.

I just need you to relax.

We're going to be there soon.

Okay.

(door opens, closes)

Sam?

Shit.

- (door creaks)
- (Jen sobbing)

DAVID: Sam?

(ominous theme playing)

(alert beeping)

Hello?

Hey.

Hey, wake up.

DAVID: Holy shit.

(beeping continues)

Stop fucking around,
I'm trying to fix this!

Can I help you?

Can you hear me?

You need to go back upstairs.

Hello?

Hey, what are you doing?

Help!

(beeping continues)

(Jen grunts)

DAVID: Jen?

Jen?

Hey, what are you doing?

You feeling all right?

Listen, I'm sorry
about the pills, Jen.

Let's talk about this.

Hey, put that down.

Jen. Jen, put that down.

Jen...

Jen. Jen!

Jen...

Jen, come on, I
know that's not you.

(quietly) I know
that's not you.

(dramatic theme playing)

Vivian?

Are you listening to me?

It's just us now.

I never meant

any of this.

You know I love you.

You're the only thing
I've ever really loved.

You know I'm lying about that.

Please don't do this to me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry!

Sorry.

(lighter top flicks open)

(eerie theme playing)

(gasping)

JEN: Sam.

Sam, where is everyone?

They're all gone.

They left?

Who is that?

Sam.

WOMAN: It's so good
to see you again.

(eerie theme playing)

(door creaks open)

(woman sighs)

Samantha's told me
so much about you.

She did?

She said she wouldn't have
anything if it wasn't for you.

That she owes you everything.

I can see you have
a lot of questions.

I'd like to give
you some answers.

I want to show you something.

Come with me.

(dramatic theme playing)

Coming?

(ominous theme playing)

Where are we?

This is where I grew up.

Do you see?

(Jen panting and gasping)

WOMAN: I chose you.

It's okay.

- (pounding on door)
- KEATON: Jen!

Jen...

Jen...

Just...

I'm sorry. Hey...

(groaning in pain)

(intense theme playing)

(church bell ringing)

(light dramatic theme playing)