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(fire crackles)

(foreboding music)

(blade rings)

(victim screams)

(foreboding music)

(monster whispering)

(intense music)

- [Officer] Police!

(radio chattering) (siren wailing)

(officers shouting) (siren wailing)

(scissors snipping)

(radio chattering)

(blood splattering)

(intense music)

- [Officer] Shit.

- [Officer] It's 420.

We have a 10 zero.

I repeat, a 10 zero.

We need backup.

(dark intriguing music)

- [Bianka] Now the bride had her fun, she must pay.

(dark foreboding music)

(rhythmic blues music)

(victim shrieking) (blade ringing)

(rhythmic blues music)

- Hey.

- Yeah.

- Do you think we'll need anything else?

- [Bianka] Um, I don't know.

Maybe not, but we'll see.

- Okay.

- You know what?

I always felt comfortable at supermarkets.

I don't know, call me weird.

- Look at me, you think you are weird?

- Hey!

Cherry cola, seriously?

- Grab it and we'll go get ice cream.

- Oh.

Right, ice cream.

Why didn't we think about it before?

- (chuckles) You know what ice cream soda is?

- Um no, but I can imagine. (chuckles)

- It's very easy, it's just mixing a bowl

of ice cream with soda.

- So a sloppy mess.

- The crazier the flavors, the better.

- And the bigger the cavities on the sugar rush.

- Have you seen most of the shopping cart?

- Yeah, that's true. (laughs)

Where did you learn that recipe from, hell?

- At chess camp.

- Chess camp?

- Bianka in chess camp.

(both laughing)

It's okay, you can laugh if you want.

- Why would I laugh?

- Well, other people used to, you know.

- I've just confessed to you that I feel wonder

in a supermarket, I don't know what's worse. (laughs)

- Well, the thing is that there,

instead of telling horror stories at night around the fire,

or I don't know, playing baseball in our spare time,

we used to make the most disgusting recipes from back home.

- Got it.

- Well, and, um, I got a recipe from Eric,

a guy from Philly.

- Yeah, the ice cream or Eric?

- (laughs) Both.

- Wow, now you are talking.

You like him, huh?

- Um, well, there weren't any Asian guys at the camp

and he was the only one who didn't wear glasses.

And he watched underground anime.

So-- - Nice.

- Yeah.

- [Woman] Thank you.

(laughs) Okay.

Hi Melanie.

- Hi girl.

- Are you going to a pajama party tonight?

- Ha, we wish.

So you were talking about Eric,

the hot ice cream soda guy?

- Yeah, him, you know, he just...

Whatever. - What?

- Yes, what?

- Well, um, he had lousy technique.

- A lousy technique?

- Yeah, um, he didn't win many games, you know?

And he was disqualified in a first round, so--

- Okay, come on, don't fuck with me.

I'm not talking about that.

What happened with him?

- Um, well, um, the last night we were together for a while.

That's all, it was just nice.

- Nice.

What do you mean?

- 39.40, girls.

- Okay. (hums)

Um.

Okay, keep the change.

- Thank you, sweetie.

- Bye. - Bye.

- It was nice, okay, that's all.

I don't want Melanie to know anything about my life.

It was bad enough with everyone at high school

knew that I was a virgin at 17.

- But you still are.

Hello?

- Well, we were together, okay, and we made out.

- And?

- But why do you wanna know?

- Well, I thought we were friends.

- Well, it was really good, okay.

- And you only kissed?

You only kissed, right?

- Why do you wanna know?

- Did he put in you or not?

- Oh my God, what's wrong with you?

- Yeah, um, I'm, I'm sorry.

I'm a bit nervous about the job tonight,

and I'm just worried about you, that's all.

- Well, we had a good time together, okay?

- I am happy for you.

- Thanks.

By the way, he put it inside of me. (giggles)

- I am so happy for you, I'm glad.

- (giggles) Thanks.

- No seriously, I am so, so glad.

- Oh, thank you.

- And you know what?

I think it's best if you don't come tonight.

- Wait, really?

- Yeah, don't worry, I do it myself.

- But everything we just bought--

- Seriously, don't worry.

Go home and don't think about it.

- But...

- I will call you tomorrow, okay?

- Okay, fine, but can I keep the blueberry jam at least?

- Oh sure, yes, take it.

- Thanks.

- Take care.

(upbeat music)

- What?

- Nothing.

(lively jazz music)

- Yeah, yeah, this is fucking great.

Yeah, of course I have it.

And are you bringing yours?

You better not screw up.

It's about time to get on my case, Charlie?

No.

(tires screeching)

- Hey Bianka, what a surprise.

How you doing?

You going anywhere?

- Listen, let's talk later, okay?

I have to go, bye.

- Hey, was it business or pleasure?

- I don't know, it was my stepdad.

- (chuckles) I always love your sense of humor.

Where are you going?

- To the McGraw's.

- For real?

- For real, I'm taking care of the daughter tonight

while they're going to an orgy at the country club.

- (laughs) So I don't know which plan I'll have tonight,

going to the country club or to the McGraw's.

Do you need help with that bag?

- You only have those two plans?

- Not really, but if you want, I can go and see you.

- No.

(sports commentator on radio chattering)

(engine revs)

- You know what, let's see.

- Now seriously?

Rob?

Asshole.

(sirens wailing in distance)

(dog barks)

- Fucking big ones.

Princess, are you ready?

Come on, I've been waiting for more than half an hour.

- You've been drinking for more than half an hour, you mean.

- You cannot drink this whiskey, you taste it.

- Do you think we are doing it right?

Leaving our little girl with a stranger?

- Are you really going to start with that now?

Of course we are doing it right, we deserve it.

- Yes I know, but--

- But she has good recommendations, doesn't she?

- Mm hm.

- She's not a stranger.

Please stop worrying about it.

- That money hungry group willing to do anything,

what tonight we have ahead?

- You already know I'm more comfortable among equals.

(Pequita laughs)

- Sam, stop it.

- Hm, oh? (Pequita laughs)

- Not when the girl's at home, you know it.

She might come and see us.

- The girl is 13.

Do you really think she's that naive?

Mm.

- Enough, Sam.

I'm serious.

- Okay.

Fine.

- I'm almost done.

As soon as she arrives, we'll show her everything.

We'll introduce them, and we leave.

- She should have gotten an IUD instead of that stupid lipo.

Well, maybe both.

(mysterious music)

(gate squeals)

(mysterious music continues)

(doorbell buzzes)

- Oh, excuse me.

I thought the bell wasn't working, and--

- There is nothing wrong with the bell.

Don't worry, relax.

Come in.

Sam, come down, the nanny is here.

Sorry your name was?

- Oh, eh, don't worry.

It's fine, my name is Bianka.

- Right, Bianka.

Sam!

- Coming!

This is the last time I'm betting for those Anaheim idiots.

They fucked up my fucking...

Hi.

- Hi, Mr. McGraw.

- She's the nanny.

Oh, sorry, Bianka, okay?

- Yeah. (chuckles)

- She's the girl we were talking about earlier.

- Excellent.

- I better finish getting ready.

Sweetie, make yourself comfortable.

You'll meet our daughter right away.

Sam, please, would you mind showing her around?

- Of course, Allie.

Bianka?

- Yeah. (laughs)

- Wanna come with me to the kitchen?

- Oh yes, sir.

(refrigerator motor roaring)

(bottles clatter)

- Beer?

- No, thank you, sir.

I don't drink during work hours.

- That's the spirit.

It was the test to see what you'd say.

By the way, you don't have to call me sir.

- Mr. McGraw is better?

- Unacceptable.

- Mm, doctor?

- (chuckles) To be honest, I'd rather you call me Sam.

Do you know what I do for living?

- You are very famous, Sam. (chuckles)

- (chuckles) Let's stop with the formalities.

Am I really?

- Yeah, something like that.

The best plastic surgeon in the city.

- (laughs) For real?

- That's where I heard.

I know some of your clients.

- Well, luckily for me and my job,

not all women are like you.

- What do you mean?

- I mean that if they were, I wouldn't have any work to do.

(Bianka giggles)

Hey, Nicole!

That's my daughter.

Nicole, this is Bianka.

- Hello, Nicole.

- Hi.

- She'll be taking care of you tonight.

- I already told my parents I didn't need a nanny,

but they insisted.

- Come, I'll show you the rest of the house.

- Relax, honey, I'll do it.

- Okay.

- [Bianka] What a nice living room.

You have a really beautiful house.

(upbeat music)

- [Announcer] Drink Bloodwiser.

The beer of the demon.

- Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way.

- Well, that would be all.

I don't know, you have our phone number

in case something happens.

- Don't worry, Mrs. McGraw, we'll be fine.

- [Pequita] Needless to say that, no junk food.

- Mm hm. - Horror films, mobile phones,

and especially no boys.

- Okay, don't worry, Mrs. McGraw.

- Don't stay up any later than 11.

Nicole has to be in bed and asleep.

- Perfect.

- And um, will there be bedtime stories?

- Maybe.

- Oh, come on honey.

We are late, as usual.

- Yes, we are leaving.

- So like I said, you can be relaxed.

- You have our phone number, just in case call us.

- But it's better if you don't.

(Bianka laughs)

- Goodbye, Mrs. McGraw.

Bye, Sam!

(intense music)

(Sam sighs)

- Are you okay?

- Without the girl, I'm surrounded

by all those blood suckers from the country club, super.

- One thing, did she just call you Sam, and me Mrs. McGraw?

- Youth nowadays, they don't respect anything,

Mrs. McGraw. (laughs)

(Sam laughs)

(engine revs)

(intense music)

- Do I have to go to bed yet?

- Only if you want.

- Um, what's for dinner?

- Veggie soup.

- I suppose so.

- Change the channel.

- Yeah, and what are you gonna put on TV, The Holy Mass?

"Night of the Living Dreads."

- What do you prefer?

Pizza, nachos, or gummies?

- You're messing with me.

- And I have something very special for dessert.

- What's the catch?

- Tonight we're gonna have a blast. (laughs)

(creepy music)

(soda fizzing)

(slow music)

(guacamole squelching)

(soda fizzing)

(soda slurping)

(timer dings)

(phone buzzes)

- It's Mom.

- Mm, then answer it.

- Mommy?

- Hi, love.

How are you doing?

(speaks foreign language)

Is everything all right?

- No, the nanny's kidnapped me and tied me to the bed.

- Don't be silly, honey.

- Everything's fine.

Don't worry.

- Is she there?

- Oh yeah, I'm here, Mrs. McGraw.

Everything is in order.

- Brilliant.

So isn't it time you take my little girl to bed?

- Sure, Mrs. McGraw, I will do it now.

- And do you know what?

- Tell me.

- I'd rather you call me Mrs. Santera.

Paquita Maria Santera.

(guitar riffs)

I don't like feeling I'm property of my husband

by a simple surname.

Furthermore, it is written on my legal documents.

- Oh yeah, I'm sorry, Mrs...

- Plus, I like to feel attached to my Hispanic roots.

- Okay, understood Mrs. Santera.

- Goodbye and good night.

Night, night, Love.

Sleep tight, my love.

- Night, Mom.

- So nice, your mom, isn't she?

- Well, she grows on you.

(screaming from TV)

(dramatic music)

I like the zombies nowadays more than these old ones.

- Why?

I bet you love those stupid creepy pastas.

- I know, old stuff sucks,

even if it's something as cool as zombies.

(screaming from TV)

(slurps) Hmm.

This ice cream soda is so tasty.

- Isn't it?

I learned it from a boy called Eric from Philly.

- My mom won't let me drink this too often.

- Enjoy it while you can.

- [Victim] No!

(phone buzzes) - Mm!

- Emma!

- Hey, how are you?

How's it going?

- Everything is okay, don't worry.

We are watching "High School Musical."

- Are you sure?

I mean, I can take the shit off my face

and be there in a bit.

- Seriously, everything is okay.

Don't worry.

Yeah, okay, thanks babe.

- Okay, fine.

Um, see you tomorrow.

(hang up tone buzzes)

Ricky, come here boy.

(dog barks)

Mm, good boy, come here.

(dog barks)

- And what about this?

Have you ever tried?

- Um, um, my mom doesn't ever let my dad smoke.

- Here.

Am I not the coolest nanny you ever had?

- I won't complain. (coughs)

- And you didn't want me to come? (laughs)

(victim screams)

Well, I think it's time to go to bed.

- Um, are you going to tuck me in?

- Let's go.

- Tell me a bedtime story.

- Let's go!

(victim screaming)

Come on, shorty.

Leave that and go to sleep.

Who's this?

- Nosy, a friend.

(phone beeps)

- A friend?

You wouldn't have done any bad things with him, would you?

- Like smoking?

- Okay, come on.

Leave the phone and hit the sack.

- Wait, what about my bedtime story?

- Bedtime story, are you serious?

- If you'd rather I can tell one to you.

Don't you know the legend of Jimmy, the Fumigator?

(intense music)

- Who?

- If you're not telling me a story, I will.

- Jimmy the Fumigator,

wasn't that a "Mortal Combat" character?

- You wish.

The famous pervert murderer that broke out

of a high security mental hospital for disturbed criminals.

- Oh, sounds scary.

And why was he there?

- He was a mutilator murder.

- Wow.

- He wore the fumigator mask

because that used to be his job.

And guess what?

He used to sneak in people's houses

just to kill and rape nannies. (words echoing)

(Jimmy laughs menacingly)

(footsteps thumping)

(heavy breathing)

(victims screaming)

(Jimmy swooshes)

(victim cries)

(blood spatters)

(victim screams)

(Jimmy laughs)

- As long as he did it in that same order.

- I'm serious.

- You are not safe either.

- Oh, he only kills nanny.

- Go to sleep now, girl.

(owl hoots)

Even the Slenderman is scarier.

(door bangs)

(dramatic music)

(intense music)

(owl hoots)

(intense music)

(toothbrush swishing)

(owl hoots)

(Nicole sighs)

(energetic electronica music)

(Bianka moans)

(owl hoots)

(victim screams)

(announcer speaking in Spanish)

- [Weather Man] The forecast, plenty of sunshine

through today with--

(groovy music)

(woman moaning)

(dramatic music)

(Bianka slurps)

(dramatic music continues)

(door creaks)

(dramatic music continues)

(door creaks)

(golf club rings)

(door creaks)

(door creaks)

- Hello?

(door creaks)

(door creaks)

(Bianka gasps)

(chuckles) Mr. McGraw.

(disconnected tone rings)

Fuck.

(dramatic music)

(scoffs) Motherfucker.

(guitar riffs)

No, you can't.

I told you to warn me and I opened the back door

when the kid was asleep.

- I just wanted to add some excitement.

- That not necessary.

- Were you scared?

Is she asleep?

- Yeah, I put tons of shit in her ice cream soda.

- And you said you don't need any more excitement?

- What?

- What the fuck is an ice cream soda?

- It's an ice cream with some cherry cola.

Well, it's a bowl of ice cream with some soft drink.

I dunno.

- The fuck is that?

- Actually, it doesn't matter.

- Okay. - Did you bring everything?

- Good morning.

- Charlie?

Charlie, leave that alone!

- Everything babe, check it yourself.

(yelling from TV)

- Okay.

The capes,

the rope,

chloroform,

dagger,

burger.

Burger?

- Yeah, I'm starving.

I love the dagger.

You have any ketchup?

- What, this?

- Is this what you talking about?

- Charlie, what is it?

(Charlie slurps)

- The spell, duh.

- I already told you, I bring the original one.

What's next?

You brought a photo copy?

- Yeah, just in case.

- At the shop?

- Yeah, of course.

- (sighs) Fuck off, Charlie.

We weren't supposed to leave traces

of what we were doing tonight.

- Oh yeah, for sure the guy in the photocopy shop,

the moment he saw it, he said,

"Oh my God, this girl belongs to the Lucifera Satanic Sect.

And she's sprinting, and they're spelling.

They're going to murder a poor and innocent virgin

with a sacrificial dagger".

- Don't you dare pronounce her name in vain.

(dramatic music)

- [Narrator] Lucifera is an ancient demon praised

by the Lucifera's Clan, online lesbian satanic sect,

which you can only join obviously by being a woman

on the dark web, creating a snuff film sacrificing a virgin,

but first reading the words of the spell

and then carrying it out with a sacrificial dagger.

Bianka and Charlie signed themselves up

in the summer of 2019.

And tonight they've decided

to take this important step.

(thunder crashes)

- Fine, fine.

You have any ketchup?

- No.

(Bianka claps)

- Let's get to work.

- Already?

- Yeah.

The time has come.

- Finally.

We've been waiting for so long.

(muttering from TV)

(dramatic music)

- Now the bride had her fun.

She must pay.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music warps)

- Help, please!

Please, someone help me.

- Bianka, she just woke up.

(intense music)

- Oh no no no.

No, Bianka please, what are you doing?

Do I do it or do you?

- Hm, I want to stab her.

- No!

- Do I read them?

- (burps) Please.

- Please, someone, please help me!

- Oh, sorry.

You're dying in honor of the great Lucifera.

- Help me, someone help me!

(Bianka speaks in foreign language)

- Fuck it.

I knew I had forgotten something.

- What?

- The tape for her mouth.

- Mm, what, don't worry.

I use some sock or something.

- No!

- Are we really going to kill her

with her mother's underwear in her mouth?

Not even one ounce of dignity.

- I couldn't care less.

(dramatic music)

(Bianka speaking in foreign language)

Is the camera recording?

- Um, I don't think so.

- (sighs) Fucking aye, these circles will be for nothing

if we don't record it.

- Going.

(phone buzzes)

Cheese!

(camera clicks)

Ah, done!

- You bitches, let me loose!

Help, someone!

- Fuck it, give me three panties from that damn drawer.

(dramatic music)

(Nicole whimpers)

Ready.

Now? - Yes.

(Bianka speaking in foreign language)

(doorbell buzzes repeatedly)

- Who the fuck is that?

- How the fuck would I know?

- Are you expecting someone?

(doorbell buzzes)

- Sure, fucking Santa Claus.

Who the fuck would I be expecting?

(doorbell buzzes)

Ah, okay, I'm going downstairs and I go to check.

- Okay.

- Stay here and make sure she doesn't move.

- Sure.

- She doesn't move.

- Relax, I'm on it.

(doorbell buzzes)

(Nicole whimpers)

Shh. (doorbell buzzes repeatedly)

- [Robert] Hey.

- Robert. (chuckles nervously)

What a surprise, I wasn't expecting you.

I already told you that I will call you tomorrow.

- Oh, come on.

For sure that girl is sleeping and you are bored.

I know you're a night owl.

Your Instagram stories betray you.

- Yeah, I know, but I have--

- I will help you with anything you need.

By the way, what are you wearing?

- Wow, it's the latest trend. (laughs)

- Really?

- Mm.

I think it will be best if you come on over time, please.

- Oh come on, babe.

I've even ordered a pizza.

I won't take know for an answer, no.

For how long have you been avoiding me?

- Okay.

Okay, come inside.

- Cool, great.

- Only for a while.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(Robert whistles)

- [Robert] So this is home for Dr. McGraw

and his MILF of a wife?

- It is.

- [Robert] Not bad.

- Not bad.

- [Robert] You keep repeating what I'm saying.

- [Bianka] It seems.

- Will you repeat what I do?

- [Bianka] Um, who knows? (laughs)

(tense music)

- You knew deep inside, this had to happen.

- For sure.

(upbeat country music)

- It's not true what they said about you back

in the high school, right?

- What did they say?

- [Robert] You were a dyke.

- Is that so?

- It really was not true, okay?

- So it's also not true what people said about you, is it?

- What do they say about me?

- hat you like chicks with dicks.

- What?

(intense music)

(door creaks)

- What the fuck is this?

- Who was that?

- Did you untie her?

- Um, yeah.

Don't worry, everything is under control.

- You're a complete retard,

aren't you? - Hey.

- Don't say that, Nanny.

I have a cousin with the real mental deficiency

and it's not nice to call someone a--

- Could you shut up?

And you tie her up now.

- But who was at the door?

- Okay, can we finish this

for the last fucking time, please?

- I'm sorry, little girl.

- Don't worry.

These things happen.

- I'm sorry, what was that?

- If I'd stay downstairs any longer what would you done?

You take her to a trip in the zoo?

- The zoos are cool places,

with all these animals locked up in close spaces.

- Shut the fuck up!

- I want to see how that stupid spell works.

- What did you just say?

Here.

Let me take care of killing this last famous little bitch.

- (snaps fingers) You read.

- But you said that-- - No, read.

I think that-- I said read.

- Fuck's sake, all right.

(guitar riffs)

(Charlie speaking in foreign language)

(Bianka interrupts with foreign language)

- What?

- You're saying it wrong, it's (speaks foreign language)

not (speaks foreign language).

- Okay. (speaks foreign language)

- Jesus, start over.

- Oh yeah, sorry.

(Charlie speaking in foreign language)

- [Nicole] You're kind of a joke, aren't you?

- You shut up.

- Ah, wait, I start recording.

(Bianka sighs)

- What?

- Nothing?

- No, you're not looking at me like that about nothing.

What's happening?

- It ran out battery.

- What?

- [Charlie] Well, that.

- Okay um, take my phone, Charlie.

(papers rustling)

- [Charlie] Ready.

- [Bianka] Start recording, let's do this quickly.

(Charlie speaking in foreign language)

(phone buzzes)

(energetic electronica music)

It's the bitch of a mother again.

- [Bianka] Don't answer.

- Um, okay.

(Charlie clears throat)

(Charlie speaking in foreign language)

(doorbell buzzes)

- [Nicole] Help someone, someone please help!

(Bianka shushes Nicole)

- [Bianka] Don't make us look for another disgusting virgin.

- [Nicole] My classroom is full of them.

(Charlie scoffs) I think.

- You shut up.

You go down.

- Like this?

Okay.

(doorbell buzzes)

(doorbell buzzes)

(dramatic music)

(doorbell buzzes)

(door creaks)

Hi.

- Hey, hi, here's your order.

The pizza you ordered.

- Okay.

- I'm not sure whether you order it,

but I believe this is the address, isn't it?

- Um, right?

- Okay then, here's a Hawaiian pizza,

with a surprise ingredient.

Family size, 17.50, please.

- So, a surprise ingredient?

- Yeah.

- And I suppose it would be pineapple, right?

- No, err, the surprise ingredient is secret.

Not even us delivery guys know.

- Wow.

It is a secret then.

(delivery guy chuckles)

And uh, tell me.

- Oh, I lost my bet.

I lost it with cows.

Well, the truth is a long story.

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy laughs in disbelief)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie laughs)

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

(Charlie speaks in foreign language)

(door bangs)

(Charlie speaks in foreign language)

Cherry jam.

(delivery guy laughs nervously)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

- Exactly.

(Charlie speaks foreign language)

(delivery guy speaks foreign language)

- Thank goodness.

Bianka, come down.

♪ Our order has arrived ♪

(voices on TV chattering)

(delivery guy chuckling)

(can clatters)

- Oh, so there's more people?

- Of course, babe.

How would I eat a family size pizza all by myself?

- Some people save some to eat cold for breakfast.

- Not me.

- Especially after having eaten some already.

- What?

- (chuckles) Yeah.

That's from yesterday.

We are such slobs.

- Do you think he'll do the job?

- Excuse me?

- I think he will.

- [Charlie] Why don't you leave the box?

(dramatic music)

We'll get you the money now.

- All right.

- She's Bianka.

And I'm Charlie.

- My, my name--

- You know what?

We are giving you another name for today.

- Will you?

- Yeah.

We like to play.

How about some music?

- Fine for me.

- Yeah? - Sure.

♪ Demons in hell ♪

- So Charlie, what should we call him?

- Let me think.

He has the face of a horror master, don't you think?

- What name do these kind of guys have?

- I'm not sure either.

I'm Natalie, I don't know.

- How about something Italian?

- Mm, I like that.

- Something like Bernardo?

- Let's see.

- Your name is not Bernardo, by a chance, is it?

- No, through--

- Shh.

Anyways.

You still have the look of a horror master.

- Yes you do.

(delivery guy chuckles)

- And we like playing.

- A lot.

- And weird stuff.

- How weird?

- Weird, you know, like recording ourselves.

- But you have done this before, haven't you?

- Recording myself?

- No.

- A threesome?

- Maybe.

- Never.

- Have you even been with a girl before?

- I will honestly, no.

- [Charlie] Relax, Bernardo.

We're not judging you.

- I will honestly, no.

♪ In her name ♪

♪ I'll pray for light in the dark ♪

(Bianka speaking foreign language)

(delivery guy laughing)

(Bianka speaking in foreign language)

(delivery guy gasps)

(blood spurts)

(delivery guy yelling)

(delivery guy groans)

(intense metal music)

- He tastes like shit.

You bastard!

(delivery guy cries)

Are you recording everything?

- Yeah.

(delivery guy cries)

(delivery guy chokes)

- I don't feel anything.

- [Bianka] Me neither.

- Should we wait?

- [Bianka] It should be immediate.

- I think this was fucking useless.

He was not a damn virgin.

- Listen to me, piece of shit.

You told us you were virgin.

Is that true or no?

- If that's not true, you're dying in vain, you asshole.

- Yeah.

- Come on, talk.

- I... (coughs)

- What?

- I fucked--

- What?

- I fuck my cousin from my--

- [Bianka] What?

- My name's Gary. (coughs)

- That's a horror master name.

- Don't be ridiculous, that's some Latin ex immigrant name.

- (sighs) We've screwed up, we screwed out so bad.

Fuck me.

- And wait till you hear who I locked in the bathroom there.

(dramatic music)

Shit, the kid.

Let's go.

- Where the fuck has she gotten?

- Shit!

Okay, go out and look for her.

I'll look for her inside.

She couldn't have gone too far.

(dagger clatters)

(dramatic music continues)

- Baby.

(Charlie whistles)

- Hey, kiddo.

(dramatic music continues)

(wind whistles)

(door creaks)

(dramatic music continues)

Seriously.

I know that people tend

to say this in these situations.

But it's best if you come out,

before we find you.

(door creaks)

(dramatic music)

(door creaks)

It's for your own good!

(item clatters softly)

(dramatic music)

(trap clatters) (Charlie screams)

(Charlie groans)

(Charlie breathes heavily)

(intense music)

(dramatic music)

(Charlie whimpers)

(air whooshes)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat rock music)

Hello, shorty.

Wow.

What are you going to do with that?

We are not thinking to use it, are you?

(nail gun whooshes) (Bianka screams)

(nail gun whooshes) (Bianka screams)

(dramatic music)

(nail gun whooshes) Motherfucker!

- Bye, bye, Nanny.

- What now, huh?

You bitch!

(bone snaps) (Charlie screams)

(nail gun whooshes)

- No!

(blood splashes)

(Nicole laughs)

(nail gun clicks)

(dramatic music)

(intense music)

(nail tinkles)

(Nicole whimpers)

You killed my best friend!

(fist thuds)

(wind whistles)

(dramatic music)

(Nicole gasps)

Who's laughing now?

- Hey, Bianka, really?

My parents are so loaded, you know?

- You don't say?

- I think that you could reach an agreement, and--

- Silence!

You're about to die in honor of the great Lucifera,

so shut up and show a little bit of respect.

(Bianka speaks foreign language)

- No, please.

- [Bianka] Die, you little bitch!

(blood squelches)

(Bianka gasps)

(blood drips)

- You die, you bitch!

- I, I wasn't expecting that.

- Hey kid.

- Hi.

Can you release me?

- Sure, let's get the fuck out of here.

(bell chimes)

You've gotta leave in this scary house, don't worry.

- I need to call my parents.

- Right away, come on.

Get into the car, okay?

(doors slamming)

- Where are we going?

- I'm taking you to the hospital,

from there you will be able to call your parents.

- Thank you, so much.

- No problem.

- [Officer] Open, police!

(door creaks)

Shit!

- 420, we have a 10 zero.

I repeat, a 10 zero, we need back up.

(dramatic music)

(wind whistles)

(intense music)

(siren blares)

- Oh my daughter, my God.

My girl, where is my daughter?

- What's going on?

- I'm sorry, but you cannot go inside.

- Let me in.

- It's okay, officers.

This is our home, for fuck's sake.

- This is helpful.

- Sir, this is an active crime scene.

- What's happened for the love of Dios!

- [Sam] Where my daughter, Nicole!

- Miss, seriously, you cannot go into the house

for now, until--

- [Sam] Please, Paquita!

(dramatic music)

- [Announcer] Defenses, understanding the game,

understanding positioning.

(Pequita screams)

- [Announcer] He's taken down!

Preston Smith comes in for the--

- Where's the nanny, where, where's my daughter?

- Mr. McGraw, your daughter is missing.

(intense music)

- Pequita!

(intense music)

- Where are we?

What's this?

- It's okay.

Everything will be fine.

(Nicole gasps)

(mysterious music)

(expansive music)

(music intensifies)

- She is ready.

- Let's begin.

(upbeat hiphop music)

(singing in Spanish)

(footsteps pattering)

(Jimmy breathes deeply)

- [Nicole] Don't you know the legend of Jimmy the Fumigator?

(upbeat hiphop music) (singing in Spanish)

(intense music)