Original subtitles

And as such this episode of "Permanent Residents"

comes to an end.

We hope you've enjoyed it and can now make your own

mental picture of Brazil.

As you all know by now we don't just visit countries:

we live there,

immersing ourselves deep into the culture

and making bonds with people who are sometimes indefectible.

Our next trip will take us to the mythical city of Casablanca,

home of the legendary Rick's Café.

- (PEOPLE SCREAMING) - Helen, are you okay?

Wait, wait here.

(SAMBA MUSIC)

This is fucking awesome!

This little fucker is fast.

I hate that I have to be so rough with you, baby,

I really do.

But there's nothing else I can do.

(BABY CRYING)

Give me the phone. What are you doing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Put down the knife

and give me the phone.

Jesus! Calm down! Do you speak English?

Dude, stop it. Do you speak English? English?

Calm down and give me the phone.

Is this your... is this your son?

He stole my partner's phone.

Can I get the phone back, please?

That's just the camera guy. Don't worry about him.

MAN: My present.

- What? - My present.

I think he wants the camera.

- Give it to him. - He's not getting my camera.

- This guy's not kidding, man. - Neither am I.

- I'm not giving him my camera. - Give him the fucking camera.

- (COCKS THE GUN) - EINAR: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!

Don't fuck with me right now.

I'll break your fucking legs. Give him the camera!

Give him the fucking camera.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey!

- You guys get out of here. - Just be careful.

- Just get the fuck out of here. - Careful with it.

MAN: Get out what here?

Okay, look.

I just need to get that memory card back.

I need the SD card back.

It has all my work on it. It's how I make a living.

Me and the other two guys.

(SLOW MUSIC)

- (CAR ENGINE RUNNING) - (ARABIC MUSIC PLAYS OVER RADIO)

(TYPING)

- MARK: You okay? - Not really.

Why what's up?

The numbers are down.

What are we at?

- 1.2 million views. - That's pretty good.

What? Viral is a million.

That's twenty-six percent lower than our South African episode.

Don't worry. Morocco is gonna be good. It's gonna be kick-ass.

- EINAR: The audience just wants more.

MARK: More what?

We almost died three times in Brazil.

Maybe they want to see us die.

I can't stand it when you think like that, Einar.

I think the audience just wants to root for us more.

I think they want to be able to see through us more, you know.

Maybe we just haven't shown them who we really are.

MARK: Like Einarjerking off in the middle of the night?

Or you filming yourself taking a piss,

realizing you have no dick?

- (MARK LAUGHS) - HELEN: Exactly, guys.

MARK: Oh fuck you, buddy.

- 0h, fuck you! - No, fuck you.

- Wait! Do you have a problem? - Yes, I have a problem.

How could you run off filming that take

- when Helen was on the ground? - I checked. She was fine.

- She was on the ground, hurt. - I know.

- You checked? - I checked. She was fine.

- I checked. - Yes, then I ran.

- Selfish motherfucker. - Wait, what? What did you say?

Motherfucker. Do you want me to spell it out for you?

- I would love it if you did. - Helen, please.

Can you keep this guy away from me?

HELEN: Turn around and mind your business.

- MARK: E-R. - Can you just keep away from me?

- Can you? - MARK: What are you doing?

- HELEN: Einar? - EINAR: What am I doing?

I'm confiscating your penis extension.

- Uh, that's... - EINAR: Hey, driver.

- Could you open the window? - MARK: Gentlemen.

What are you doing? What are you doing? I got it.

- HELEN: Einar. - MARK: Okay, just give it back.

(MAN PRAYING IN A FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(PRAYING CONTINUES)

(DOG BARKING)

MARK: Is this the... is this the place?

I'm so hungry. You guys starving?

I would kill for a cup of coffee.

MARK: Kill for a cup of coffee?

Do you mean like literally murder somebody?

I'd murder you for a cup of coffee.

That's very rude.

I expect an apology like right now.

- You okay? - Mm-hmm.

When was the first time you did crack?

(WITH A FOREIGN ACCENT) Hi. "Permanent Residents," Helen.

- Mrs. Frangier. - Come in, dear.

- Come in, all of you. - HELEN: Thank you.

- MRS. FRANGIER: Hello, hello. - MARK: Hi.

- This is awesome. - (CAT MEOWS)

MARK: How many cats are around here?

MRS. FRANGIER: Helen, you look exactly like in your program.

- You watch our show? - Of course.

That episode in Guatemala, where you got abducted

by these drug lords

- was so uplifting. - Thank you.

- MARK: Did you rate us? - Sorry?

Did you write a good comment?

- Oh yes, always. - Awesome.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

Come in, dear.

Come in all of you.

- Welcome. - Wow!

- This place is awesome, Mrs. Frangier.

- Thank you.

- EINAR: Your Airbnb didn't lie. - Why would it?

Sometimes people like to make their houses look better

than in real life.

Helen. Oh, I love the banister.

I love the pendant you're wearing.

Where did you get it?

- A cabbalist gave it to me on a trip to Chile.

- What's inside?

Writings to protect from evil spirits.

- You believe in spirits? - So, why so cheap?

Ah, Daniel liked the house being filled with life.

- Who's Daniel? - My son.

MARK: Oh, yeah, this is my room.

Definitely, a panic room.

MRS. FRANGIER: The poor woman went cuckoo

after her husband passed away.

Don't be alarmed if she pops in once in a while.

She is totally harmless.

HELEN: What did you say her name was?

You can't miss her. Her hell is contagious.

Oh what is this?

What is that broken frame?

All right.

Oh, ooh! I look so good, don't you think?

(IMITATING A ROBOT'S VOICE) You look awesome.

Mm.

(SNIFFING)

What is this? A little foursome?

That's fun.

(IMITATES ELECTRONIC MUSIC)

New room, new stuff.

Why are flies here?

(BUZZING)

One, two, three.

Come on, head, pop up to me, will you?

Don't be afraid to be cliché.

Come on, jump scares always work.

- (CAT MEOWS) - What the hell is that thing?

I got a miniature plant.

Oh, this is so cool.

- Danger sign. - (MOTOR RUNNING)

Something I can help you with, young man?

Um... What's in there?

Ah, the motor room.

I had a little problem with the electricity company.

Oh, I see.

You remind me of him a little.

You remind me of my son, Daniel.

You must have a very beautiful soul.

I don't know. All I really checked was my bladder.

You're so cute.

You're cute, too.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Well, boys. I leave you here.

I wish you a beautiful stay.

Anything you need my number is on the fridge.

HELEN: Thank you.

I am very happy to have all of you here.

I really am.

Uh, I can't stand the sound of that motor.

(SIGHS)

Have you ever made out with a sixty-year-old before?

- No. - 'Cause I almost did

and l have a feeling it would have been awesome. So...

- SHIVERS: Okay. - Maybe we should put you

in there.

What's? What? So rude.

(SLOW MUSIC)

You want a reaction shot of me like closing this?

- MARK: Mm-hm. - Okay. All right.

Here we are standing outside of the old slaughterhouse.

Another example of the strong heritage left behind

by the French colonization period.

You can also notice the architecture

is reminiscent of the Art Deco movement

with vertical lines, abstract shapes, and high moldings.

If you take a look around, you can also see

the place is a ghost town

and that's because of the mysterious

superstitious beliefs

held by the people of Casablanca.

We're gonna take you inside and find out what people

are so afraid of.

So follow me and let's go take a look.

(TIRES SQUEAL)

(VOICE OVER RADIO)

- MARK: Hey, what? - Sir, we have...

MARK: Oh, and here's another police truck.

God, it seems like everywhere we go, they...

These people are always present for some obscure reason.

I know. Just very, very reassuring.

(HONKING)

Very reassuring. What's up? You, okay?

I have a bad feeling about this city.

We were shooting without a permit.

It could have happened anywhere.

- No, it's not the slaughter house incident.

- What then?

Just getting bad vibes. Bad omen.

- MAN: Hello. - MARK: It's real.

Oh, wow. What do you got there?

- I like the purple. - MAN: A very nice color.

- Can I see this? - Yes. Yes.

Awesome. Thank you.

Wow. I like this. How much?

- Three hundred. - Uh, three hundred?

Uh, how about two hundred?

- Two? - Two hundred.

- Lt's okay. - All right.

I can do that.

- Thanks. - Bye.

- EINAR: Wait. How much? - Two hundred dirhams.

He said three hundred but he gave it to me for two hundred.

- Lt's like twenty dollars. - MARK: I don't remember

the conversion.

It's like ten dollars is...

No ten dirhams is one dollar, so...

He said @@ is what you should pay.

You better read up. Get a guide next time you shop.

Fifteen dirhams? Oh my God! Thank you.

- I knew it. - HELEN: We should thank him.

(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)

(HUBBUB)

(HONKING)

We just got invited to a wedding.

- MARK: Awesome. - EINAR: You got invited

to a wedding.

No. You, Mark and I.

EINAR: That's ridiculous. You didn't even know the guy.

Well, he just saved me 200 dirhams.

- MARK: Seems like a nice guy. - Well, 150.

That's like the beginning of a horror movie or something.

Silence is all there is right now.

The moonlight barely touches the clay walls in here.

Helen is upstairs making herself look pretty.

And Einar is masturbating insatiably.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

So, where does that leave me?

You want a little back-story on Mark Dole.

I am Mark Dole.

Am I meant to do this permanent resident stuff

for the rest of my life

or am I meant to be an actual filmmaker?

(LAUGHS) I don't know.

I don't know. Maybe I'm meant to lose.

(CHUCKLES)

You know in the end, everyone loses.

- HELEN: Mark. - Oh, hey. In here.

- You ready? - Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

- We better get going. - Wow! You look...

You look really beautiful.

- You like? - Yeah, just stunning.

- Thank you. - Wow!

- I wore this just for you. - Did you?

- I did. - Really? No way.

Well, how do you know I love purple?

- Man, tattoos. - Well, I took a wild guess.

- You like that? - The tattoos? I do.

- (HELEN LAUGHS) - Right on.

- Ready to have some fun tonight? - Yes, yes, yes.

- Like that? - Oh, boob shot.

- You got a zoom shot? - Oh perfect.

- Zooming in the zone. - Here one more.

- Oh, here we go. - Get that close up.

- I know you want it. - I do.

- There we go. - Well, if you come out,

we can dance may be naked tonight.

- Oh! Okay. - Hey!

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

I'll be outside.

- Come on, Mark, let's go. - Oh... Okay. Oh...

Wow! That is officially weird.

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYS OVER RADIO)

HELEN: Finally a night out.

- MARK: That's gonna be awesome. - HELEN: Yeah.

Yeah. It's nice to actually get to see the city, you know.

MARK: Yeah, just do something fun rather than, you know...

- EINAR: Sit around and jerk off whole day?

MARK: Yeah. Wait.

HELEN: Some of us actually try to work.

- (MARK LAUGHS) - EINAR: True.

HELEN: Yeah, this is a beautiful city.

- MARK: So sweet. - HELEN: Thank you so much.

It's nothing. It's really my pleasure.

So how long have you been a guide?

Thirty-one years.

I started when I was nine years old.

Yeah, as a kid my parents could not afford school.

So I had to work.

I would walk to the main square, walk up to people,

offer to take them places.

I really started enjoying it. You know,

the exchange with people, the encounters,

it became my life.

How about you? How did you all become vloggers?

- That's a really long story. - Oh yeah!

MARK: It's actually only temporary

or I mean for me at least.

- Oh really? How's that? - L'm gonna make movies.

- Movies? As in Hollywood movies? - I'm in Nahor.

I'm gonna make the ultimate found-footage horror flick.

- Lt's gonna be awesome. - What's found-footage?

It means the filmmakers die and the footage is found.

It's really an overused genre.

MARK: Okay, you're jealous because I actually have

a passion and you don't.

I don't need a passion, okay? I need money.

Can we not do this right now?

Never mind them.

They're in love.

They just don't know it yet.

(MARK LAUGHING) Totally.

- So, how far is this wedding? - TAREEK: We will be there soon.

- Soon as in how soon? - About fifteen minutes.

- You said that 15 minutes ago. - Sorry?

I said, you said 15 minutes 15 minutes ago.

We've been on the road for like half an hour.

As you can see there's a lot of traffic today.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

- Stop the fucking car. - MARK: Why are you doing this?

Ha, ha, ha, you think this is a joke?

(TIRES SQUEAL)

HELEN: Stop. What are you doing?

-Get out of the car.

Get out of the fucking car, now. Come on stop being so naive.

This is a setup.

- TAREEK: What's wrong with you my friend?

- Get the fuck back in the car.

- Who are the organs for, huh? - Einar, calm down!

- You trust this guy? - Dude, just calm down.

- Do you have a gun? - Why are you acting

like an asshole? Calm down.

I have no guns. Let me show you. Let me show you.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Just my guide card.

Let me show you my guide card, okay?

- MARK: Say again? - TAREEK: You can see it's real.

- You're really a fucking guide? - Yeah, I told you before.

- Okay, my friend. - Einar, calm down, man.

You need to calm the fuck down, all right?

Oh me, I'm okay. Is he okay, your friend?

- MARK: I don't know. - HELEN: I don't hear you.

- Apologize to him. - Okay. It's no problem.

No problem.

- Okay, I'm sorry. - Okay. It's okay.

- You need to see a doctor. - What else do you want me to do?

Suck his dick?

No, I want you to get some fucking help. You're sick.

Please get in the car. We're gonna be late

for my niece's wedding.

Okay, it's no problem.

Okay. It's okay.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

(DRUMS PLAYING)

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

- Still nothing? - No. Still dark.

Fuck! How is that possible?

You tell me. You're the one handling the camera.

I already told you the image distorted, the LEDs went crazy.

Oh and it burned my hand. Do you think that's bad?

Bad, no. I think it's great. I mean, we don't have a picture but that's just fine.

At least we have sound. We can use that on the... you know air

that on the radio or something.

Dude, you're acting like it's my fault it even happened.

I told you I dropped it because the camera got hot.

Well just try it again.

I tried twelve times already.

- Oh that's nice. - (WOMAN PANTING)

Are you fucking watching porn right now?

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. - Wait! Dude.

- Lt's working. - What? Are you serious?

- Yeah. - I told you. Told you...

- Fucked up. - (DOOR CLOSES)

What was that?

It's Helen. I think she's sick.

- (CAT MEOWS) - EINAR: Helen.

Helen!

Are you okay?

(DIABOLIC VOICE ROARING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

MARK: What's going on Einar?

You're not as jovial as you usually are.

Mark, I checked the Office of Tourism.

There is no Tareek Kaleem listed as a tour guide.

MARK: Oh, okay. So just because he's not listed

as an official tour guide

doesn't mean he's not a tour guide.

I mean it's freelance work. It's kind of like what we do.

Kind of do our own thing.

And what's the problem?

(KNOCKING ON THE WINDOW)

I'm ready, guys.

Here we are standing outside the second largest mosque

in the world, Hassan ll.

This is the large... this is... All right, guys, you rolling?

Let's do this for real.

- MARK: Are you ready? - Here we are standing outside

the second largest mosque in the world,

Hassan II. This is a major day of worship

on Fridays for the predominantly new...

Cut let's do that again.

Here we are standing out...

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Mom.

Oh, no.

She's on the phone with her mom.

I sent you money before I left.

She is not happy.

Yeah, mom. Are you drinking again?

MARK: I would have given you a little more back-story

on Einar but it's...

It's pretty blue, pretty sad. Hey, man! What's up? You okay?

What the fuck?

Crazy fucking bitch!

MARK: What's going on? Talk to me, man.

It's... it's just a nosebleed. That's it.

It could be the climate change. The jet lag. I don't know.

Fuck you, Mom! You fucking bitch.

You stupid fucking whore.

You're the fucking whore, Mom.

Me, ljust like fucking pussy.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

EINAR: Helen, where's your necklace?

I must have dropped it.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Could you stop filming for one second?

MARK: No, no, this anger is like perfect.

You need to listen to this.

- MARK: What is this? - I got it translated.

(MUFFLED VOICES)

What is that?

That Arabic she's speaking. That's not just plain Arabic.

That's an ancient dialect spoken by mythological figures

during the Arabic crusade against the Christian invasion.

So, what are you saying?

I'm saying, the language she's speaking,

it's the language of the Jinn.

Oh, what is the Jinn?

It's the Arab word for demon.

Okay. So you're saying that woman we hear speaking

in the background

is actually invoking demons?

Not just any demon; the demon.

Oh! That was good. That was good.

Okay, can we step back and do it again, I think we could...

- Do you think it's a joke? - No.

I think you should take a shower and drink some milk.

Find all the milk you can and just drink it

because this hashish you're on right now, it's a lot.

You're a little much. It's gonna work great.

It's gonna work great with this but um, I'm gonna go.

EINAR: I'm telling you, don't go up there.

(BIP)

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

(DIABOLIC VOICE ROARING)

(DIABOLIC ROARING)

Good morning, sweetheart. How'd you sleep?

(IMITATES A ROBOT'S VOICE) I slept fine.

Thanks for asking. And you?

(SIGHS) Slept good. Slept good.

What is this?

Going to town. Be back soon. Einar."

Okay, looks like Einar went on another paranoia spree.

That was to be expected.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - What is this?

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

(DIABOLIC VOICES WHISPER)

Shit!

(DOOR OPENS)

(KEYS DROP)

EINAR: Oh my god! Oh my god!

What the fuck? Mark.

Mark, are you okay?

- Wake up. Are you okay? - MARK: What?

- What happened? - I don't know.

You're lying in blood. Get up.

- Whose fucking blood is this? - I don't know.

- What do you mean you don't know?

- I don't know!

Ljust woke up! I don't know!

- Helen! - Oh my god.

- Helen! - What the fuck are you doing?

Where are you going? Oh my god. I don't... oh fuck!

- Where is Helen? - I don't know.

What the fuck did you do to Helen?

Oh god! You're an asshole.

- L'm the asshole? - Shit!

Oh my god! Is that like a... Did you punch me?

- Oh! Was that a slap? God! Oh! - Fuck!

The battery is dead. We got to recharge it.

- Son of a bitch, Einar. Fuck! - Fuck!

What the fuck is going on? What the fuck?

Oh shit! Um...

Hey, Einar, can I get my camera back?

We've got some blood up here, I'd like to film. Come on.

Ah! Einar, do you have my camera?

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

- She's still in the house. - Really?

- We'll talk to her. - No, no. Wait. Just wait.

What are you doing? No. she's bathing in her own period blood.

- We gotta clean her up. - No. It's not her period.

No, it is. I'm going to go clean...

- Can you sit down for one moment?

- Okay, fine.

- I need to talk to you. - Okay.

- What? - Remember that case

I told you about?

About the mass hysteria that happened in our school

- that me and Helen went to? - Yeah.

That wasn't a case of mass hysteria.

That was a case of mass demonic possession.

It was the first ever recorded mass demonic possession

involving children.

- What are you talking about? - There was this guy,

Michael Winkler.

He was a para-psychologist who was investigating the case.

He found out that kids were playing this game

that invoked demonic spirits.

Twenty children ended up in the hospital, Mark.

Only eight of them got affected

but Helen was one of those eight children.

So now you're keeping secrets from me?

I couldn't. I couldn't tell you before.

There was this intense pressure

from the church, from everybody involved.

We all swore to secrecy, okay.

We promised that we wouldn't talk about it.

I promised. I promised Helen.

- Really? - Yes.

- And why are you telling me now? - L'm telling you now because...

Helen is possessed, Mark.

That's not a wedding. That's satanic ritual.

- Bullshit! - This is not something

you want to see.

- Shut the fuck up. - This...

(DRUMS PLAYING)

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

Right there, stop. Rewind.

Go back a few frames.

Wait, zoom in.

There, right there.

Oh shit!

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

HELEN: Mark, I know you're there @@.

(STEPS RUNNING)

HELEN: Marky, boy. I know you wanna fuck me. Come on.

(CAT MEOWING)

(MARK PANTING)

- (DIABOLIC ROAR) - EINAR: Run, run!

We need to fucking hide. We need to hide. Come on.

(MARK PANTING) So?

What the hell?

(BOTH PANTING)

(DIABOLIC VOICES WHISPER)

(WHISPERING) Okay. I think she's gone.

You know how in those found-footage movies

they always get the camera and face it to the actors

for no reason?

(WHISPERING) Yeah why? I just did that.

What do you think?

Found-footage is dead, okay. I already told you.

We got a real problem here.

- Okay. - Helen is possessed.

We just need to figure out what to do.

This is bad. This is bad.

This is a bad demon.

This is not good.

This is a bad demon.

How did we get into this?

You know I'm starting to think

that guy wasn't that crazy after all.

- What are you talking about? - I didn't tell you?

- No. - While I was out there

looking for Tareek,

this guy was on the street,

dancing like a lunatic, screaming,

singing this eerie song.

I didn't understand it but then this lady translated it.

It was saying things about this place, Booyah.

He was saying it's like a prison with no bars...

Like people don't want to escape.

Like there are not gates but no one ever escapes.

He was saying the possessed are everywhere roaming the streets

at night

and the government will find you and will grab you

and throw you into Booyah if you get possessed I mean.

Wait a second. You're saying that this Booyah place is real?

Is a real place? You know, like Area 51?

I'm not saying that. I'm just saying what this guy

was singing about.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - Jeez.

(WHISPERING) Look, we got this. Okay.

Look at me. We got this.

- We got this. You got this. - We got this.

- Dude, I told you, don't go in. - MARK: I'm gonna be fine.

- Be careful. - Okay.

(MARK PANTING)

MARK: I don't know. She must have jumped out of the window.

EINAR: This can't be.

Mark, step out of the bathroom

really, really slowly.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

- (DIABOLIC ROAR) - EINAR: Mark!

(PANTING)

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(DIABOLIC VOICES WHISPER)

- Come on, man! - (DIABOLIC ROAR)

(MARK SCREAMING)

(EINAR SCREAMING)

- Ah! - Are you okay?

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

Come on. Come on, come on. Don't die on me.

Please don't die on me.

Please. Please, don't die on me. Oh, come on.

- Fuck! - What?

I'm trying to bring her back to life.

(PANTING) My camera. I'm nothing without my camera.

- Mark, look at me. - No.

- Look at me. - No.

I'm not looking at you.

Mark, Helen is possessed.

Look at me. Possession as in horror movies. Understand?

We're gonna wake up from this soon, right?

This is just one nightmare, I'm gonna wake up.

You're, she and the camera are going to wake up

and everything's gonna be fine.

We need to call Frangier, the embassy.

- We need to call people. - Listen to me.

Listen to me. We can't call anybody.

The minute we call somebody, they'll come here, grab Helen

and throw her into Booyah for the rest of her life.

Booyah doesn't exist, man.

You bet your life on it. Huh?

The government has night brigades patrolling the streets,

looking for possessed people. Okay?

They're going to come here. They're going to find Helen

and they're going to throw her in that godforsaken place

Huh? Is that what you want?

What? What are we going to do? What are we going to do?

I don't know. Just let me think. Let me think.

(BOTH PANTING)

Okay. Okay, I got it.

You've seen every single possession movie

there is, right?

- Why? Why this... - Just answer my question.

I don't know. I think I missed some of the Serbian ones.

I don't know. Why?

No. Einar we are not doing that.

- No. - (DIABOLIC ROAR)

Shit. Shit.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- What do you think? - I think it'll work.

- What else? - Um, boiling water.

- Got it. - Salt?

- Yes, salt. - Cool. I think that's it.

What about a spell?

Oh, yeah, just say like,

"The power of Christ compels you a couple of times."

- About 99 times would be fine. - (NOISES)

I love staring at empty refrigerators.

(BOTH PANTING)

When I was a kid, I'd imagine they were full of ice cream.

I could almost smell them, chocolate,

strawberry, vanilla.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

And then I would lick them one by one.

And then I would wipe the cream off my face.

(DIABOLIC VOICE) Why did you leave me

on the side of the road, daddy?

(NORMAL VOICE) It was so cold and my little body shivering.

(BOTH PANTING)

Helen?

And you, mommy?

I saw you watching, mommy.

You just stared at the long road, disappearing in

the foggy night.

(ROARING)

(DIABOLIC VOICE) They got time, daddy.

Stop! What the fuck?

Cheesy dialogue from a cheesy TV show I used to watch.

There was a lot of dead animals.

The bird. The pink bird. The cow.

(DIABOLIC VOICE) The goat.

(DIFFERENT NOISES)

- What? - What the fuck?

Okay, we gotta go. We gotta follow her.

Yeah, yeah.

- Wait. You forgot something. - What did...

Your camera, bro.

- Do you mean it? - Yeah.

- I love you so much right now. - Don't push it.

(NOISE)

MARK: Sorry, sorry, sorry.

- Wait, it's not going to work. - What? Why?

It's a Muslim demon. It's not gonna give a shit about Christ.

- How do you it's a Muslim? - It was speaking Arabic.

You're being so racist right now. Let's go.

(BOTH PANTING)

- You ready? - Oh god!

(TERROR MUSIC)

BOTH: The power of Christ compels you.

The power of Christ compels you. The power of Christ compels you.

- What are you laughing at? (DIABOLIC VOICE)

Guys, what are you doing?

We're exorcising you, Helen. It's for your own good.

- With that? - What's wrong with it?

(CRYSTALS BREAK)

- Want to dance, Marky boy? - What?

My little fuck boy.

Run, Mark. Run, run, run, run, run.

No. Not like this.

(TENSION MUSIC)

LITTLE GIRL VOICE: You want to play hide and seek?

(GIRL LAUGHING)

(LULLABY PLAYING)

(GIRL WHISPERING)

(GIRL LAUGHING)

Fuck! Shit!

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

(GIRL LAUGHING)

(PANTING)

GIRL: Ring-a-round the rosies. Pocket full of posies. Ashes!

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

Fuck! Shit.

(TERROR MUSIC)

(GIRL LAUGHING)

(SATANIC MUSIC)

(SOMEONE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR)

HELEN: What did you say her name was?

MRS. FRANGIER: Mancherbruuk. You can 't miss her.

Her hell is contagious.

(WITH A FOREIGN ACCENT) Hello. Oh!

Scary, yeah!

(LAUGHING)

Oh nice!

Amazing.

Blood seems to be real.

Mmm... Yeah, a little over real. I know.

You know what I think? I think that Mrs. Frangier's

dark little secret is about to be revealed.

I have been watching movies.

Lot of movies.

In "Rosemary's Baby" there is a secret passage

connecting Rosemary's apartment to Mrs. Castevet's.

Therefore, it would not surprise me

if there was a similar passage to Daniel's room.

If you don't mind young lady,

I am going to take a look upstairs

and try to find the secret passage.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

What's going on in here?

- (DIABOLIC ROAR) - Oh!

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

(DIABOLIC SOUND)

(DIABOLIC SOUND)

(DIABOLIC VOICES WHISPER)

(MOANING)

(MOANING)

(PANTING) Mark!

- MARK: Einar, where are you? - Mark?

Come on. Oh my god. There you are. Hey.

- Hey. Untie me. Untie me. - What happened to you?

Nothing. Don't worry about it. Untie me.

- What's that shit on you? - Nothing. Untie me.

Jeez, you jerk off with your hands tied?

Yeah, ljerked off with my hands tied.

It's really fucking easy. Come on. Untie me.

- Where is she? - I don't know where she is.

I don't know. Where the fuck have you been?

- (MARK MOANING) Oh! - Helen!

MARK: She's gone, man.

You want to help with my feet at least? Oh!

- Helen! - MARK: Einar.

Dude. Wait up. Shit!

(MOANING) Dame it, dude.

- I can't find her anywhere. - Dude, I'm so sorry.

We could... we could um, we could call the police,

- tell them everything we know. - That's a genius. Just genius.

You want to end up in a Moroccan prison

for the rest of your life?

Shit, you're right. You're right. You're right.

Fuck, we're fucked.

That's exactly what we are, fucked. It's all your fault!

- My fault? - You got it.

My fault?

You're the one who knew Helen was prone to possession.

You're the one who knew that she was possessed as a kid.

You knew Casablanca was gonna be a bad place for her

but you know, you came. It's your fucking fault.

- You kept the fucking secret. - You're the one who let her go.

I told you, she knocked me out. I was passed out.

I'm sure you love that shit. You just love being knocked out.

How do I love being knocked out?

Figure it out. Figure it out, Mr. Storyteller.

You're so caught up in your imaginary tales,

you don't respect reality. You don't know what reality is.

- My story is not... - Like you're in a fucking movie.

My stories are not imaginary. They're real.

- Oh they're real? - Yeah.

Where can I see one of your real,

real tales? Huh?

On Netflix? Hulu?

No, not even on YouTube.

(SLOW MUSIC)

You're a failure, man.

You know what your problem is? You have one foot in the past,

one foot in the future and you piss on the present.

Whatever you went through, when you were a kid,

you should have just dealt with it.

Because now you're spilling that shit on me and Helen.

That's what cowards do.

That's exactly what you are. You're a big fat coward.

Oh, that felt good.

God, I am so glad you feel good,

'cause that feels good now.

That felt good.

I'm surprised.

(SCREAMS)

(PANTING)

- What the fuck...? - (SCREAMING)

- (PANTING) Shit! - Who the fuck is that?

That's... that's Mancherbruuk.

- Is she dead? - I don't know.

I didn't touch her.

(MOTOR RUNNING)

(MOTOR STOPS)

- The motor. - (MARK PANTING)

It stopped.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

And there's electricity.

(MARK PANTING)

- Shit, it's open. - Yeah, I can see that.

What do we do? What do we do?

Mark? Mark?

(DIABOLIC VOICE MOANING)

MARK: Einar... What the fuck was that? Oh shit!

EINAR: What the fuck is this?

- What the fuck is that? - I don't know.

Oh shit! Mark, is that a fucking lamb?

- Is that a real human being? - Oh shit.

- Yeah, yeah. Okay. We got to go. - No, no, no, no, no, no.

- What do you mean no? - No, we've gone too far.

Fucking shut up!

Okay. Okay.

MARK: Oh. What is... What is this? Oh my God.

(PANTING)

EINAR: What are you doing? Why are you touching it?

- Why are you touching it? - What the fuck is that?

- (DIABOLIC MOAN) - MARK: Oh, God, no!

Oh, shit!

There's got to be something, a way out.

EINAR: Where are you going?

Wait. The motor is meant to cover their screams.

- (DIABOLIC MOANING) - EINAR: Shit, you think so?

- I see lights. - Where are they coming from?

I don't know. I've never been here before. Shut up!

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

EINAR: Okay. What's that smell?

MARK: That's smell? I don't know. It smells bad.

- EINAR: A bit like Sulfur. - MARK: I don't know.

- Okay, okay. - What are you doing?

- I don't know... - Don't go in there.

- MARK: Sh... - You stupid prick.

- I hate you. I fucking hate you. - MARK: What the fuck is...

(DIABOLIC VOICE SOUNDS CLOSER)

MARK: Oh! It's a bunch of kid shit.

It's a bunch of kid shit.

- And um, it's posters. - This is Daniel's room.

- This is Daniel's room. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe.

(MARK SCREAMS)

Tareek. Mrs. Frangier.

What's going on?

Oh fuck, it's locked.

- Not even try. - (DIABOLIC VOICE MOANS)

EINAR: Tareek, put the gun down.

(PANTING)

- Yes, he was 11 years when it happened.

MARK: What? Who?

MRS. FRANGIER: We tried everything.

MARK: Daniel?

Every possible exorcism you can imagine.

Until I came to understand that the demon inside of my son

- is what keeps him alive. - MARK: Oh shit!

(SLOW MUSIC)

- Is that Daniel? - If the demon dies, my son dies.

EINAR: Tareek?

- Daniel? - (DIABOLIC MOAN)

Son of a bitch!

- What? - Stay back.

Please. Go! Get back!

The only way to keep my son alive

is to feed the demon a soul, every six years.

Not any soul.

A soul tortured enough, a soul dark enough,

so he can feed off of it and live for another six years.

A soul like the one of your friend, Helen.

What? You fucking...

Twenty years with a demon, you learn a few tricks.

Tareek, take care of our guest as usual.

Yes, master.

MARK: Tareek, you don't have to do this.

Tareek, please. You don't have to do this.

Please, Mark. Don't resist. Just walk.

Tareek, you don't have to do this. Please don't do this.

You can'tjust leave him here. We gotta get him a doctor.

You can'tjust leave him here, please.

Okay. Einar, I'm coming back for you.

I'm coming back for you, buddy.

I'm coming back, buddy.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(DIABOLIC MOANING)

Tareek, please tell me. How do I look?

You look perfect, master.

Not the Hollywood reaction, please.

I want the truth.

I think there's a little too much lipstick.

Extravagance is a privilege only very few

can carry with elegance.

Tell me I'm elegant.

You are very elegant, master.

The very is not necessary,

but do you have always to embellish things?

I am sorry, master.

And don't say, "I'm sorry."

It drains the little bit of dignity you have left.

Sorry.

MARK: Help!

What is this?

Didn't you bury them yet?

Not yet, Master.

Why?

I know you want me to continue filming, Master,

but it's been their story from the beginning.

Their point of view

and if suddenly the point of view shifts,

it will be in steep rupture with basic film drama.

So I'm just suggesting

not to kill them till they finish their film.

I've always been very passionate about cinema, Master.

I just never mentioned it.

You are not to be passionate about anything.

The only thing you are to be passionate about is me.

Do you understand that?

Yes, Master.

And you will bury them tonight.

Yes, Master.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

MARK: Help!

Help!

Somebody, please help!

Help! Help!

Mark, how many times do I have to tell you

you're shouting through a cemented window?

They were waiting for us, in Daniel's room.

They even shut off the motor to lure us in.

We fell right into their trap. Get it?

- Don't talk like that... - They've thought of everything.

It's over.

It's over.

It's okay.

We had a good run.

I guess, I'll never get to make my movie.

You really think your little stupid found-footage horror film

would have changed something?

Huh? Changed the world?

Do you know how you Marks there are out there, right now,

trying to do exactly the same thing you were trying to do?

How's your film any more special than theirs?

Everyone dies in a found-footage movie.

I would have lived.

Oh! Wouldn't that be a twist?

And how would that work exactly? Can you share?

Because maybe we can get the fuck out of here.

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

You know, these are our last moments together,

a little character transformation wouldn't hurt.

Fuck you!

How's that for character transformation?

Perfect.

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm sorry, guys.

It's time to go.

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

Hurry up please, they don't have much time.

What's the rush?

The transfer of the soul

needs to be done before midnight.

MARK: Helen's gone.

EINAR: You're not gonna get her.

TAREEK: She will be found trust me.

By who? The government?

(PANTING)

EINAR: Booyah is real, isn't it?

Tareek... is Booyah real?

Booyah is just an old legend, Einar.

That tale grandmothers tell their children

EINAR: You're lying.

You're lying.

I need to take a piss.

Can I take a piss before I die?

Can you please give me that?

TAREEK: Sure.

You're not holding it right.

The camera... your...

It's just there's better... There's better ways to hold it.

So, you can hold like this and you can pan it around.

It's as simple as that. And we can get the screen like this.

That way you can view it without actually having

to lose your shot.

You can also hold it like this.

Are you in low light mode?

Low light mode?

Um you get better dynamic range in low light mode.

A better latitude.

- Latitude? - Latitude, yeah.

(EINAR SCREAMS)

- Put it down. - Do it.

Einar, just do it.

He can't shoot both of us, trust me.

- Shut up, Mark. - MARK: Please...

TAREEK: calm down, Einar.

Please just take him out.

Just take him out.

Come on! Do it.

Do you want me to...

What the fuck?

(PANTING)

TAREEK: It's okay.

I'm sorry.

MARK: Fuck!

(SPOOKY MUSIC)

You've been very silent, Tareek.

Are you sad?

Yes, Master. A little bit.

You shouldn't be.

You saved one life.

You give him a rubber hose so he could breathe

and a torchlight,

so he could light during the night.

But tell me,

which one was it?

The cute one or the other one?

The other one or the cute one?

Come on.

Tell me.

(OUT OF BREATH)

(PANTING)

No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.

Uh! Mark. Uh, Mark!

You're shaking

as if I was going to reprimand you.

Sorry, Master. I'm very sorry.

I respect your feelings, Tareek.

Look, it's a full moon tonight.

I like full moons.

They're filled with so much meaning,

all these legends about full moons,

all these creepy tales of darkness.

There is this legend about an old woman

who kills people with an ax.

Have you ever heard of it?

It is called

(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)

The legend of the woman with big grey eyes.

So this woman, she's driving in her car alone,

her eyes fixed on the road.

The moon is staring at her but she never looks at the moon.

So the moon becomes dense

and begins to darken.

Her blue tones slowly fade

and a greyish veil begins to envelope her.

The old woman feels so sick

like a strange tingling sensation on her neck.

She looks up, and there... suddenly...

(LOUD LAUGH)

(CHOKING)

The moon's eyes close

and her blue dress slowly envelopes her.

And she disappears into the darkness.

(SPITTING)

(MOANING)

(CHOKING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING) Fuck!

Mark?

(PANTING)

Mark!

Mark!

(SCREAMS)

Are you down there!

(SCREAMING) Fuck! Fuck!

Mark! Come on, talk to me, buddy.

(SCREAMING)

(CAR APPROACHING)

Mark. Mark.

(PANTING)

(WHISPERING) Fuck.

(CRYING)

Come on.

(MOANING)

(PANTING) Mark?

Mark?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Come on, buddy.

(SCREAMING) No! No!

- How are you, sweetie? - (DIABOLIC ROAR)

Stay quiet.

If you stay quiet, everything will be just fine.

Do you understand?

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

(MUMBLING IN ESTONIAN)

Oh, fuck.

You got to stay calm.

(SLOW MUSIC)

(PANTING)

Helen!

Helen!

(TENSION MUSIC)

(PANTING)

Excuse me. Booyah? Do you know where Booyah is?

Booyah!

- Do you know where Booyah is? - What?

(HUBBUB)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Excuse me, Booyah? Do you know where Booyah is?

Booyah? Do you know where Booyah is?

(PANTING)

(DIABOLIC VOICE MOANS)

Help. Help me.

(HONKING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

Help! Help! Help. I need help.

Do you know where Booyah is? Can you take me?

Can you take me to Bo... Fuck!

Fuck!

Please, stop. Stop!

Can you take me to Booyah?

Sir?

You can?

Sir, please.

Yes? You can?

(SLOW MUSIC)

Are you an angel?

(GOAT BLEATING)

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

(ELECTRICITY RUNNING)

Lord of darkness.

You are the king of universe.

It is filled with your darkness

and your darkness alone.

Command this soul into my son

for you have done him into your kingdom.

(GOAT BLEATS)

This is Booyah?

The old slaughterhouse?

(PANTING)

Oh, God!

(PANTING)

(SUSPENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Oh, God.

(PANTING)

I just want my friend, Helen.

(DIFFERENT NOISES)

EINAR: Helen, I know you're in here.

(SOBBING) I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything that happened.

Please, Helen.

You just have to come out.

- (BIRD FLYING) - Oh.

- (NOISES) - Oh.

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

Just come out, Helen, and we can go home.

Helen, you just have to come out, okay.

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

Let's go home.

(BOTH SCREAM)

(PANTING)

(YELLS)

(NOISES)

(NOISES)

- Helen! - (NOISES)

Helen!

Helen!

Helen!

(HEAVY BREATHING) Helen!

Helen!

Helen, wait!

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SLOW MUSIC)

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(DIABOLIC VOICE WHISPERING)

(ROARING)

We gotta go. We gotta go.

(DIABOLIC VOICES WHISPER)

(PANTING)

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

Who are you?

(HISSING)

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

(PANTING)

(DIABOLIC VOICE WHISPERING)

Sit down. Sit.

Fuck.

Fuck!

(PANTING)

Helen... listen.

I need to go back.

I need to go get Mark's camera.

You stay here. Okay?

If I'm not back in fifteen minutes,

go find the American Embassy.

Tell them everything that happened here.

They won't believe you,

but at least you'll be safe. Okay?

(SLOW MUSIC)

Hey, hey!

Look at me.

You'll get so many views.

Millions, millions of viewers.

More reviews that you could ever dream of.

Okay?

I love you.

(PANTING)

(NOISES)

(NOISES)

(BIRD SQUAWKING)

Okay. Okay.

(SCREAMS)

(DIABOLIC ROAR)

- Momma. - What?

Momma. Momma.

Momma.

Your mom is dead, Daniel.

(GRUNTS)

Momma!

Momma!

(DIABOLIC VOICES WHISPERING)

(DIABOLIC VOICES CONTINUE WHISPERING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(DIABOLIC VOICES CONTINUE WHISPERING)

This one's for you, Mark!

(YELLS)