Original subtitles

My grandmother Kaku used to tell me me stories again and again,

handed down by our ancestors about the Chindi,

which is a Navajo word for spirit.

But in contrast to Casper, the the Chindi was one that could not be tamed,

all-consuming evil power that exacted revenge for the injustice done to our people.

Well, cheers then.

Serves them right.

First they seize the land under their nails,

and then they don't even give anything away.

Only a dead Injun is a a good Injun, right?

Cheers!

How the hell would you know that? You weren't out there with us.

What?

What we did, was not completely housebroken.

It's a shame that the elders weren't were with us from the beginning

and saw the boy. He was really something.

But what's done is done.

Amen, Captain. Well said.

Who is that?

What...

I don't know what you are,

but you haven't seen seen the last of me.

CLOWN MOTEL

WELCOME TO THE WORLD FAMOUS CLOWN MOTEL OFFICE

Feet.

Yes,.

You know, Ana, I admire your small church community.

Somehow you manage to to stay alive again and again.

We have to, Mr. Wilson.

We were here before you came

and are still here, when you are gone again.

First of all I have no intention of leaving.

You cannot imagine how many offers

I have already received for this motel.

I knocked them all out.

Why didn't your people did not make an offer

when I wanted to buy the store?

We were not considered white enough to be allowed to make an offer.

Well.

That's the way it is.

But I can promise you one thing.

If I ever sell the motel sell the motel, I will make sure,

that the person who buys it also knows which staff belong to it

and how valuable you people are.

Are you implying something?

that you would not let us would let us make you an offer?

No, nothing like that.

I just can't imagine that your bell bag is big enough,

to buy this property.

What do you know about the size of of our bell bag, Mr. Wilson!

Ana, take it easy.

You don't want to attack attack your boss on the same day

and be fired, the day your visitor arrives, right?

Alma is here?

I didn't even know that you had children, Ana.

You never asked for it asked for it, Mr. Wilson.

I had been away for far too long.

I had to go back to where where I had grown up and do,

what I could to expose the uncover the atrocities,

committed against my Greasewood ancestors were committed.

Bloody hell!

Now I finally know what the Clown Motel challenge is all about.

And it looks that way,

I won't get much sleep tonight not get much sleep tonight.

Hey! Hey Joe!

Well, good to see,

that the members of Kaku's sect have aged quite well.

Joe Bamford,

grumpy as ever,

and the clothes should and the clothes could be washed again.

Alma,

since your childhood nothing has changed.

Well, maybe apart from the job.

But the clowns,

they are still here.

It's new.

A remarkable collection.

Yes,

only much bigger, since I was a child.

That was probably a long time before I bought the motel.

The last time I was here, I was eight I was eight, around fifteen years ago.

I have a few minutes now, if you want to have the conversation,

that you have asked me for.

Yes.

Good.

The house looks smaller.

In fifteen years, they have probably have also grown quite a bit.

I can't remember the wall there. And the door, is it new?

You have a good eye, Miss Perez.

A few years ago we a few years ago.

Behind the wall we have we laid some pipes

and put a small extension there.

So you're here to do research for a research for a college paper, yes?

Yes, exactly.

Is it something economic?

It's for my final thesis. Cultural Anthropology.

My final thesis in cultural anthropology

deals with the Greasewood Indians.

The Greasewood Indians.

Is that a North American Indian tribe?

A tribe of North American Native Americans, yes.

You have never heard of heard of the Greasewoods?

No, but I don't know history either.

Well, that seems pretty obvious.

Do you know what this this is, Mr. Wilson?

A creepy clown skull.

This stone carving is not a creepy clown skull,

but a death totem.

It is said to ward off evil spirits.

For my studies they are extremely difficult to find,

and you have several of them in your collection.

Wow.

Are they perhaps even valuable?

Mr. Wilson,

Surely you think you know know everything about your motel.

But these horror stories you tell in your brochures

and your website, are surely on the one

or another way, right?

Yes,

There are eyewitnesses.

Tragic deaths have have occurred in these rooms.

And all the time an evil clown lurks somewhere nearby.

What I would like to know from you is,

what was on this site before the Clown Motel was built.

Sure.

I'll tell you what I know.

- Coffee? - No, thank you very much.

I see that you are marketing the cemetery

and mining facilities on your website as tourist destinations and write,

that in the 1900s miners lived here.

Yes, that's right.

They actually did.

But if you know more, I am I am very interested, because I am

always on the lookout for new ghost stories for my website.

Horror sells.

I'm talking about what was here in Tonapa was in the 1800s.

Back then it was still called Butler City.

There was this massacre.

And the Greasewoods were built to build the railroad here,

killed or driven away.

There is no railroad nearby.

That's exactly how it is.

And that's why I'm trying to bring light into the darkness.

Okay. I'm all ears.

The reason why no railroad was built...

Sit down.

...is that those who committed the massacre,

were massacred themselves.

Right here.

My research has revealed that this place used to be called Butler City.

Founded by Wyatt Earp, who passed through here.

Wyatt Earp?

What do you say?

Do you have proof of this?

Only legends and legends that are passed down through generations.

But I'm looking for evidence,

for documents, articles, for artifacts and records.

And this is where you can help me.

There is a cellar under this building.

I often played in it as a child.

And I remember that there was a box down there box with all these documents.

Do you know anything about about this box, Mr. Wilson?

No, because the cellar was already sealed at the time

when I bought the motel.

The building authorities claimed that it was structurally unstable

and would not comply with building regulations, and well...

Well, if I could get access to that box with the documents inside,

that would be a great enrichment for my research work.

And if these documents have historical significance,

can I notify the Historical Registrar and notify this place

into a Greasewood memorial into a Greasewood memorial.

But what happens to my motel then?

Well, I suppose the government would make you an offer

and reclaim the land.

Reclaim the land.

It's a very good thing that you you're not studying economics, Miss Perez,

because that was the worst business meeting,

I was ever allowed to lead to access to my cellar.

What possible reason I should have,

To let them go into my cellar,

if I would lose my would lose my country?

Well, possibly,

because it is the only right thing to do.

Regardless of this, the anyone, no matter who,

into the cellar.

It is simply unsafe, because it is in danger of collapsing.

They could shut me down, if I break the rules.

I'm really sorry.

So that was it, the cellar, what you wanted to talk to me about?

If yes,

we have probably ticked off the topic.

I wish I could help you, but I can't.

I don't know if you're planning to go over to the cemetery,

to make a few sketches or something.

The gravestones there are quite remarkable.

I'm not sure if this this meets archaeological standards

corresponds to the university, but the kids like to use it,

when they go there.

So,

I have to get back to work now get back to work.

Here come a few executives of the biggest bank in the area

to a stag party, in about 15 minutes or so.

That sounds like fat profiteers from the of the land that was stolen from my people.

I cannot and will not not contradict it.

Here, please take this.

I would like to give it to you,

because it means much more to you than it does to me.

You also know, Alma, that the work you do here is important, that the work you do here is important.

Do not let obstacles obstacles.

There will be many more of these in your many more in your life.

Very good advice, Mr. Wilson. Accepted with thanks.

Yes!

Yes!

- What the hell... - Stay calm.

- Holy shit! - Well?

I know that may not look may not look like much,

But that's the whole point.

We give Louis a a fitting farewell,

and this is the perfect place to to bury a few secrets.

- Isn't that right, Mr. Arturo? - That's right.

But you can say that out loud.

Well, there are certainly a lot of things to bury.

And knowing Sloan,

he buries his entire last bonus at the gaming table.

- No, not this time. - You say that now.

Well, me and Brooke are going to dry out every bar in the area.

- You said it, baby. - What about Louis here?

After all, his wedding is coming up.

Sometimes his head is stuck between the tits of a stripper.

As befits a banker.

Yes, we are good bankers. That's why we deserve a good time.

Yes.

Are you sure that it's safe here?

He booked the trip through a church congregation.

So as far as I'm concerned, we are blessed.

Nobody gets into difficulties today, that they can't overcome. Is that clear?

So then, first we check in divide the rooms between us,

grab something to eat and then we'll turn this place upside down.

- This is how we do it. - I'll take a room with Carrie.

Mike, you're with Sloan,

and Louis gets a room for you alone, just in case,

that he might have should have company tonight.

Yeah!

That's not going to happen. I am faithful. Nothing will happen.

What are you doing here?

So you've already been here at the motel.

Are you spying on me, Kaku?

Please, Toko, the book was lying there when I came in.

Of course.

This is a forgotten popular belief.

I didn't know that the book was still in print.

It won't. It belonged to mom.

Correct.

Why do you torture yourself with all these myths?

The Chindi spirits.

Your whole sect is named after a Chindi.

That was long before my time.

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

But it is history.

And history is dark and depressing,

unless you are white.

Mr. Wilson told me why you're here.

It was very unpleasant for him to find out.

It was also very depressing for me.

I'm doing this for us, Kaku.

For your sect,

for our family, for our people.

For all of us,

that are still left.

When your mother left with you I stayed here.

Our church is here.

This is still our home, and you have no right to take it away from us.

Do you really think they would build a memorial in this motel

and leave us our place?

We are dealing with the US government.

They don't build memorials for us.

They build them for themselves.

That's cynical, Kaku

Cynical is the word of a young for older and wiser, Toko.

You should write a book about our people or a documentary.

Or put us on a TV show, that would make me very proud.

But this memorial idea?

This is a hopeless endeavor.

Kaku is afraid of change.

This is due to the insularity of a religious fringe group like theirs.

Kaku believes she is leading the group,

and no one can dissuade them.

Our church community has tried to stop the vengeful Chindi

from his murderous retribution on this city.

Only we, the Greasewood descendants, can put an end to the killing.

This sabre is the last part that we have to carry out

of the sacred ritual in order to banish the Chindi for good.

It must be done.

Evil must disappear.

Kaku, I need to talk to you.

Please don't make a scene. What have you got yourself into now?

Have I lost my way?

What have you gotten yourself into with your sect got yourself into?

Into your room. Now.

Kaku, how could you?

How could I what, Toko?

Your sect has made the booking for the bankers,

who took the piss out of you.

Watch your tongue. That's how I earn my money.

We wanted our money back, and that was the only way to get it.

Our agency books the rooms, and Mr. Wilson gives us a commission.

It's as simple as that.

There are other possibilities in the world than just this motel.

I don't understand you, Kaku.

And I don't understand you. You are just as stubborn as your mother.

I am punished with a daughter who doesn't listen,

and a granddaughter, who is following in her footsteps.

Yes.

Because she wanted justice.

True, lasting Justice for our ancestors.

You can help me with that. I just want I just want you to let me into the cellar.

Absolutely not.

Then at least let me in Clem Wilson's office.

Maybe I can find something there.

What you need to find, Alma, is the way to the church.

Drop the matter, and I will do what your mother failed to do.

I will teach you our history

and introduce you to Chindi.

Do you actually listen to yourself?

You are employed by a completely unscrupulous man,

who takes you like a Christmas goose.

Why are you protecting this motel,

if you can make this place a a consecrated place?

We are the last of the Greasewood.

The name of this motel may belong to someone else,

but the land and its spirit have always belonged to us.

Let it go.

It would be the best thing,

when you've checked out, before I come back tomorrow.

Even better,

you are already leaving today.

BALD WIEDER DA

The old trick still works.

The Clown Motel seems to be to be quite popular.

What do you say?

WELCOME

Shit.

You only dance with me.

I have finally into the cellar.

Compared to the past nothing has changed here.

I'm surprised Clem Wilson hasn't made his way down here yet,

to find a few exhibits for his website.

But

everything is still there,

after all these years.

Just as I remember it.

"The doctors said I had typhoid. But what do they know?

I know it was because of the Greasewood.

So I can in my right mind confess to the crime,

that I have committed, in the hope that the elders will forgive me,

although they have every right to condemn me

and send me into the fires of hell.

Our deceptive maneuver was simple.

We lured the two tribal elders of the Greasewood tribe into the saloon,

to negotiate their land for the construction of the railroad.

Captain Cranston, who had set up a unit similar to the Pinkertons unit similar to the Pinkertons,

was hired to secure the acquisition of the land."

"A financial settlement should be compensation should be negotiated,

and the elders came in good faith.

I was just there as a distraction, while Cranston's men

murdered the entire tribe, including the two elders,

when they returned."

"I found out that the younger of the two eldest,

who was killed was not the one was the one who came into the saloon later.

He moved like a shadow

and slaughtered the men in the most cruel way."

"At the end he went after the captain."

"Unfortunately, I wanted to

the dignity of the captain and pulled the sabre away."

"Its hideous mouth spat fire fire, and it had the appearance of it,

as if it wanted to devour me."

"I pointed Cranston's gun at him, and he just laughed maniacally.

Before he supernaturally disappeared,

he kept repeating the words:

Bai ja pei, Bai ja pei,

Bai ja pei, Bai ja pei."

Hey, she's down in the basement.

I'm coming as fast as I can.

The sabre is ready.

It's happening tonight.

And ready?

Beauty takes time.

Then we'll be sitting here here all night.

This is the stuff that nightmares are made of.

Let's go! The ladies are waiting.

Perfect!

Let's go!

Feet!

Hey boss.

Just don't think I don't know about your little conspiracy.

- Conspiracy? - Yes.

You always take the bookings for these bachelor parties,

when I'm working the night shift here.

- Are you going to church? - Yes, sir.

For the bell bag.

- Thanks, boss. - Okay, no thanks.

Do not worry.

I won't. Good night, Joe.

Good night.

Hello?

Johnson, do you ever sleep?

I told you, I'm not selling.

I'm not interested in whether he has Chinese backers.

If I don't sell, then I don't sell.

So, please uncover.

He's out, and...

Full on the twelve.

Mike Hardy, ladies and gentlemen, remember the name.

- So here you go. - Thank you beauty.

- With pleasure. - And this one is for you.

Thank you, that is really very thoughtful of you.

- Gladly. - And the inserts.

And one for mom,

one for dad.

Oh yes.

All set, yes? Map?

Yes.

Split.

Not bad.

Lucky guy.

And over.

Yes!

Downright disgusting.

How you try to buy a good time with your buy a good time with your dirty money.

Excuse me?

I don't apologize for anything.

These cut-throat of bankers. All the same.

Give me a break. We just want to have fun here.

Keep your mouth shut before something slips in.

Just like my fist.

Keep your mouth shut before something I have slips into yours.

- Could you please repeat that. - What problem do you have?

- Leave it alone. Sit down again. - Come on, baby, it's no use.

Because of you bankers lost my business partner.

Granted him loans, even though you knew

that he cannot repay them.

And then, as expected, when he defaulted you fell all over him

and have not only ruined his his business,

but also his private property.

In the end, he died on the from heart failure.

That is my problem.

That's enough. Get out of here!

Brooke, sit down, it's no good. And you, sir, stand back.

What I think you don't have to tell me!

Hey, take it easy!

Taking someone to the grave and then dance around on his grave,

that still turns you on, doesn't it?

Very nice, away with him. Well done. Bye!

I'll look after your chips.

What an asshole, man.

I'm very sorry. That was totally out of character for me.

I don't know whether it's nerves or I'm just getting cold feet.

It's funny because, as you can as you can see, I love my girl.

You know, she knows that I love her, and you know that I love her too.

So, to cut a long story short, we met met a year ago.

Online, okay. Now it feels feels like we're rushing it.

An example: I like ice cream, but I don't know what her favorite ice cream is.

I'm sorry that I was so I threw up on you so awkwardly,

but it just had to come out.

Besides, I've already had five of these drinks.

I think it's very sweet.

It is very sexy when a man is willing to commit to a woman.

Enjoy your drink.

And how I will enjoy it. It's what she wanted.

That's where it's going, my friend.

Silence!

Oh boy, am I tired.

The party goes on, folks.

I've just dusted off a round of of coke from the bartender.

Oh no, man, I haven't done that shit I haven't done since,

since I started I've been cramming for my exams.

But then it's high time time. To you or to us?

I'd rather see you, Mike doesn't seem to be in a good mood.

That and coke don't mix well don't mix well, as I know.

Yes.

Fucking city, damn it!

Come on, big guy.

I'll show you what your future wife doesn't show you.

That's what I should do.

Forgive me.

Shit.

What the...

"Out of the corner of my eye, I kept seeing shadows moving again and again.

They instilled fear in me and I couldn't do anything about it.

As if that could have protected me, I pointed Cranston's guns at him,

to keep him in check.

I kept the captain's sabre and pistol and also his protective totem."

This is Joe's box.

That doesn't exist.

It has begun.

Carrie, why have you been all this time?

You know that, my darling.

Men.

Oh, really? Men are like mice. Afraid of a woman's body.

Carrie?

Guys, this isn't fun anymore. Unlock the damn door, okay?

Carrie?

Carrie!

Sloan.

Say something, boys!

What the hell!

And who are you supposed to be?

Oh, now I understand.

You're part of that whole Clown Motel bla bla bla stuff, right?

Well, you should really do something for your hair.

Fuck off! Fuck you.

You can do this. Damn it, you can do it!

Nicky, I didn't wake you up, did I?

It's already past midnight. Why are you calling me so late?

Oh, come on,

It's not that late after all.

When did you get so old?

Since I have children, Michael. What do you want?

I'm here on a men's evening in Tonapa.

Louis celebrates his fucking bachelor party.

Our Louis is finally getting married. You know who he is, don't you?

Mike, I have to interrupt you here.

I know what it's all about, and you can't expect anything from me.

That's not the point.

And even if that were the case I wouldn't need much.

And if at all, maybe only two grand.

I don't have them. So don't ask any more questions.

I'm not asking you to.

You know very well, that I'm good for two grand.

Look, you give me two, and and I'll give you two and a half in return.

You're about to wake Jen up, so...

No, you can't just like that. Don't leave me in the lurch.

Nicky, just a small transfer, just to keep me flush.

I've got nothing, Mike.

And even if I did, Jen would kill me if I gave it to you.

And I can't even blame her for that. Your fucking bank screwed me.

Or have you already forgotten that?

- I'm hanging up now. Good night. - No, Nicky! Nicky, don't hang up!

Shit!

Stay calm.

Carrie can give you some money, or Brooke.

Yes, it will work out.

Oh man, I'm going to tell them a story about the horse

and pick up every hundred.

Except for Louis, well.

Yes. Three hundred.

Three hundred should be enough.

What do you think, handsome?

What the hell is that?

No, no, no.

No, no!

Do you know what will happen next?

Honestly, I have no idea, what will happen next.

I'm only used to one woman and have never been in a situation like this.

Oh my God, I'll probably I'll probably end up in hell next.

How can you be so sexy?

I've never had vanilla before.

- No? - No.

Then enjoy it.

Oh boy.

You know, if you add a little something on top,

I'll let you believe in all the superpowers I have.

I don't doubt that for a moment.

Hey!

You don't have a fucking heart attack?

Our Chindi

has taken care of our problems.

Who remains now,

is the one who deceived us,

for his shameless selfishness.

Who is trying to claim our heritage.

But the Chindi takes care of it.

Betrayal of our own bloodline.

Theft from our own clan.

Until the end of the night,

Yes, until the end of the night,

this motel will have a new new owner.

What are you doing here?

Count the totems.

Nothing has changed.

Then the Chindi is still hunting.

I wonder if the murder took place there?

Where all the blood spatter is?

I don't believe it.

What do you think, Chief?

Doesn't look good at all.

- Let's take a closer look. - Let's do it.

So all of this makes no goddamn sense to me.

Oh really? Don't you have such cases in Long Island?

I thought you had already seen pretty much everything there.

We have too. But this here is something completely different.

It happens here every few years.

The craziest deaths, you can imagine.

Maybe there is some kind of ghost is up to mischief,

On the other hand, it could also be that the drinking water here is contaminated.

I've been doing this job for around twelve years now,

and the most unusual crimes always happen here.

There must be a logical explanation for this.

Logical? The guy on the bed was slashed from back to front.

His ribs were split open, as if it were hunting season.

Not to mention of the fact that the mattress,

on which he was lying is completely undamaged apart from the bloodstains.

Maybe he cut himself with cut himself with his razor.

The victim is said to have accomplished the superhuman feat,

to fillet your own body with with a razor?

Before or after he scalped himself?

That's nonsense.

Apart from that, what about the other three bodies we found,

one of whom looked as if her face had been boiled?

I won't be able to sleep tonight not be able to sleep tonight.

What about the owner of the motel? Has anyone spoken to him yet?

Yes, he is being looked after.

These deaths are too cruel, bizarre and too fast.

This will be another one of those unsolved trap, like all the others.

That doesn't make your work not pleasant either.

The same applies to everyone else here.

It's called the curse of the Clown Motel.

- That's simply unbelievable. - Yes, I know.

I've never heard of anything like it.

Everything is so strange, I can't even even describe one of the cases exactly.

- It is absolutely incomprehensible to me. - Do I understand correctly that...

Mr. Wilson?

Mr. Wilson,

Was there any reason to believe that one of the men was violent?

No, they were just bankers.

They seemed quite normal to me.

On the other hand, you never know,

when an angel mutates into a devil.

I don't know what got into them.

We saw a parked parked car outside.

A dark station wagon built in 2014.

We have checked it out.

It belongs to an Alma Perez.

Is this a relative of your employee Ana Perez?

Ana is

Miss Perez's grandmother.

Ana was at an event last night event organized by her church,

and Alma is somehow

disappeared.

Disappeared?

I haven't the faintest idea, where. If I knew, I would say so.

I'm sure there are a lot of things that you need to take care of now.

We will now leave you in peace.

All the best.

Johnson?

Clem Wilson.

Do you still have the guy who wants to buy the motel?

Tell him it's his.

One dollar.

No, I'm not taking the piss.

One dollar.

Draw up the contract.

Our people and our tribal area deserve so much more

than this run-down motel.

Our people deserve justice towards them,

who took advantage of us then and now.

That is why the Chindi must never be stopped.

Someone must continue the fight for our ancestors.

Perhaps something stopped him. Is that possible?

How are you supposed to stop a Chindi, Ana? How?

Out!

Toko?