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The Lord will plague you with diseases

until he has destroyed you from the land

you are entering to possess.

You will be struck with wasting diseases.

Fever, inflammation which will plague you

until you perish

because of the evil you have done.

You're afraid.

Better, better.

Jake?

Jake.

In here.

It's happened again.

-Sorry. -You're late.

Yeah. I slept through my alarm.

Timing belt and alternator arrived for the holdin'.

Good.

What?

Maybe you should stop sleeping here.

It's not gonna be forever, all right?

It's just a rough patch. I'm fine.

Yeah, well, Dad keeps asking about you,

and he said that if you do need a place to stay,

the offer's always open.

Tell Max I said thanks,

but I'm okay.

You can tell him yourself.

-Yeah, you're right. I probably owe him a call.

Yeah. Can't hide from the world forever.

Those parts.

They clean or still soaking?

Still soaking.

See that box over there on the shelf?

-Yes. -Can you go through it?

Salvage what you can, throw out the rest, all right?

Okay. Yes, sir.

-Yeah. Come on, you old buddy.

Yeah, yeah.

It's time we tidied this place up.

One day you'll make a good mechanic if you stick at it.

All right?

What if I don't want to be a mechanic?

Shit!

Who are you?

You must be Cole.

Graham.

Huh? The thing's we see.

Put that down.

Now, Jake.

Careful.

You could really hurt someone with this.

Cole, let's call it a day.

I'll walk you out.

Yeah. All right.

Hey, Cole.

-Sorry. My brother. It's just not safe.

Family. It's all right.

You don't have to say. I get it.

I appreciate that.

Um, can I still use the workshop

for some of my own projects?

Yeah. After hours.

Now get.

-Ah. Thank you. -Yeah.

Have fun with angry garden gnome.

Really? Hey.

You need a drink that bad?

-Oh, you want one? -No, I'm drunk

from the tequila on your breath.

You shouldn't be driving.

Do you mind? Oh.

His favorite. Nice touch.

-What do you want? -Well...

call me crazy, but...

...I miss this place.

You remember when we were kids

and I used to pretend to be sick

and you'd trade Danny for work

instead of going to school?

Dad was great like that, eh?

Are you done?

What are you doing here?

I just thought you might like a visit.

You need to leave.

Now. -Hey. Settle down. Relax.

You know, we got a party going on.

We got beer, cake, candles.

28, eh? Who would have thunk it?

You know, it only seems like yesterday

that he was running around annoying the shit out of us.

And now...

-...here we are. -Yeah.

And what? -I just...

I said I'd come down and check on you.

And you're taking your tablets, aren't you?

-Yeah. -All right.

So this visit's your concern

about my well-being, is that right?

Well, yes and no.

You need to come home.

That's not gonna happen.

Drink your beer and get out.

A blood oath.

Remember?

Don't.

That's what he said.

That's why I'm here.

Jesus Christ, Phil, put the hammer down.

Just...put the hammer...

What the hell is that?

Honestly, I don't know.

First, I thought it was a nightmares,

trauma maybe, but...

It's Dad all over again.

Yeah, right. Well, he needs to see someone.

I can't help him.

Not until you see him first.

So are you coming or not?

First, the radios and the lights

started turning on by themselves.

Then he became like dad.

One day he's fine, the next he's trying to kill me.

Yeah? And what does Phillip have to say?

He doesn't remember anything.

What do you expect me to do?

Maybe he'll open up to you.

He doesn't talk to me.

All I know is I can't do this on my own anymore.

Home sweet home.

If you say so.

I thought you would have enough of all that stuff.

Well, they help sometimes.

I think he's scared of him now.

Phillip?

Hey, no. Um, Dad.

Dad's dead.

So what?

Where's Phillip?

Uh, it's late. He's asleep.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad.

Dad! It's Graham.

It's me. It's Graham.

Graham.

-Graham. I said, are you okay?

Memories.

Yeah. Too many.

Uh, look, your old room's the, uh, storage room now,

so you all right with the couch?

-Yeah. -Well, get some rest.

Got a lot to talk about tomorrow.

Hey, Graycie.

I am glad you're here.

Oy.

Shush.

Why are you keeping chickens in there, Jake?

Bad taste.

Maybe.

They're spooked.

Look at them, they...

they might just be chickens, but they're not stupid.

What's that supposed to mean?

Can't you feel it?

No.

Sure you can.

He's still here.

Ever since Dad died,

the calves have been stillborn or deformed.

This place is poison.

I told you to get the hell out of here after he died.

-Oh, yeah? And go where?

With what money?

How long do you think it'll be before people

started asking questions?

Anywhere is better than here.

This is... -Isn't?

Oh, well. Oh, what isn't right?

Isn't the right thing to do?

Well, what? For you?

For me? For Phillip?

You had no trouble fucking off and forgetting us.

I was afraid, Jake.

And I still am.

I-I don't need to be here to feel it.

Oh! Boo-hoo.

Oh, that's right. Yeah. Walk away.

Yeah, you... Yeah, you're good at that.

Coward.

All right, ladies,

who made me an egg?

Put your hand up.

Was it you?

Has it occurred to you Phillip's just sick?

Traumatized by what happened?

Sure.

Whiskey in your coffee...

what could go wrong?

Whatever gets you through the night.

Wouldn't be so sure about that.

-I'll give it time. It's only your first day.

Jesus Christ.

Did he ask you to come?

Scared the living shit out of me.

Hey, buddy.

Happy birthday.

Oh, that's why you're here.

Yeah. Of course.

You're still full of shit.

Yeah.

Come here.

Been too long.

Yeah.

You guys talking about me?

-No. -Yes.

Mm. More bullshit.

Hey, hey, hey, whoa!

What the hell is that?

It's just an allergy.

Allergy to what?

-I don't know. Relax. It's fine.

I was just about to make something to eat.

I'm gonna fix the door of the coop.

-Sit down. Relax. It's already done.

Um, I'll make some of my famous scrambled eggs, so.

I'm still getting over the last batch.

Did you feed the chooks?

-No. -Okay.

Seriously, what the fuck is that?

Eggs?

Fuck me.

Need a hand, champ?

You too.

Me too. What?

I can't even take a piss at the moment

without someone looking over my shoulder.

Yeah, you got to get the piss in the bowl.

Come on, loosen up. I just thought we could talk.

We don't do that anymore.

It's not like it used to be. -Yeah, I know.

I know what you're gonna ask.

That night, I can't remember any of it.

Okay?

It's a blur.

I'm here now if you want to talk about it.

No you're not.

You bailed.

You left us to deal with the mess.

I couldn't stay.

Hey, Phil!

Get your ass up here!

Coming?

-Yeah. I'll be right after you.

Scared us.

Where's my bloody toothbrush?

Here.

How you doing? All right? -Yeah.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

Anyone who gets in my way gets spat on.

Hey, I warned you.

Toothpaste in you. It's disgusting.

I love you, boys.

Come on, let's go.

Phillip.

Phillip.

Phillip.

Phillip!

Phillip.

Phillip.

Phillip.

Hey, champ.

Fuck!

Stop!

Hold on, Phillip!

Call an ambulance! -I'm not calling

a fucking ambulance! -Call a fucking ambulance!

-No one's allowed here! No one!

Jesus, look at that!

What's that?! -What is it?!

What is that?!

Oh! Get it out! What the fuck?

Look, look at it.

What the hell is that?

-Fucking hell! -What the hell is it?

Oh, my God!

Jesus!

I'll get it, I'll get it!

What is that? -What the hell is that?

Ah! It's on my face!

It's on my face!

It's moving! Get it!

I can't see!

Get it!

Get it!

Open the door.

Where is it?

It's heading to Dad's room

Get it! Get it!

It's gone. -Where's it gone?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know

where it's fucking gone, Jake?

I don't know. It's gone.

If I knew, I'd tell you, wouldn't I?

Just... -The fuck it looks like.

-Just be quiet. Be quiet. -Look for it.

I am looking for it.

What the hell is going on?

I don't know what's going on.

Jesus Christ.

-Shut up! Just be... Just be quiet.

The hell is happening?

Do I look like I know?

-Shh. Just be quiet. Just be quiet.

What the hell is going on?

What the bloody hell is it?

I don't know. Huh?

Just keep... Just keep it down.

Just keep looking. Just keep looking.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

-Jake, it's gone. -It's gone.

It's go...

Jakey.

Graham.

What the hell is that?

What the fuck is that?

Stay there, Jakey, stay there.

Don't move. Stay there!

I'm not moving.

Hurry up. You...

Shut up.

-What have you got? -Shut up, Jake.

Shut up.

Snap it.

Wait a minute.

Get it! Go!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

It's still moving! It's still moving!

What about Phillip?

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Get it, put it in there.

We got you now.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

It looks like it's growing.

You really picked the worst time to stop drinking.

You need to go back to meetings.

Yeah, whatever.

Isn't that the weirdest thing?

You see enough strange.

Weird shit.

It just starts to feel normal after awhile.

This is normal, is it?

Well, what do you think?

-We need to be alert. -I'm alert.

Hey! -We need to get help.

We don't even know what's going on.

Who would?

Look, no one's better equipped to handle this than us.

Equipped?

Look.

Things are getting worse by the minute.

We can't talk our way through it.

-Have you tried? -Have you?!

Well, nothing's working. Look!

No, you look!

No outsiders.

We handle it like we've always done.

Well, we're sounding like Dad.

Don't we know what we're dealing with?

Well, it's worked in the past, hasn't it?

Yes.

Whatever you say, Jake.

I'll clean up, Phillip.

You take care of that?

It's me.

I come with soup.

It's actually pretty good. I tried some before.

You're afraid?

I'm not afraid of you, Dad.

Just make sure you eat, okay?

It'll help...

get your strength back.

Make you feel better. -Better.

Better. Better.

Better.

Better. Better.

He left it too long.

When I'm gone,

who do you think it'll come for next?

Phillip.

-Come on. I know you can hear me.

You shouldn't have come.

Why?

You know why.

I need to hear it from you.

Nothing's changed.

He's still with us.

Phillip.

What the hell happened last night?

He's coming back.

Are you saying that thing is Dad?

I don't know.

It's just like a bad dream.

Jake says you're trying to kill him.

I'm not!

Then why would he say that?

Listen, whatever it is,

it's out of me now.

I want to see it.

Untie me.

Let me help.

Graycie.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

Yeah.

No one should be in here.

It still smells like him in here.

Put it down.

There's nothing in here for us.

I can hardly wait.

Tell me exactly what you want.

Hello. Hello.

Hello.

Is that you, Phil?

What are you doing in my room?

Ah! Jake!

Jake!

What did you...

Jake? Listen, listen.

Jake, Jake, listen!

Leave us alone, you motherfucker!

Hey! Hey!

Stop it, Jake!

Jake! It's me, Jake!

It's me!

Fuck you!

Fuck.

He wasn't himself.

What were you doing in here?

What now?

It's this house.

This is driving us all mad.

We got to get out of here.

Figure it out.

Okay.

What about him?

Little prick can sleep it off.

You all right?

-Yeah. -You're gonna get up?

-Yes. Where are we going?

Just trust me.

Phillip, Phillip, what is it?

Something's wrong.

Oh, fuck me!

What are you doing?

Working. What are you doing?

I need you to get out of here now.

Quick, now!

-Are you okay? -Yeah, you can't be here.

You gotta go.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

-No! -No!

He's okay. It'll be okay.

-Okay? -Okay.

I need you to watch him.

Well, he needs medical attention.

No, no, no, no.

Just watch him for a minute, please.

Okay.

What is it? Food poisoning.

The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately seek.

Who can understand it?

No.

You can keep that.

Okay.

You've reached emergency.

Do you require police, fire, or ambulance?

Hi.

I think I need an ambulance.

Sorry, ma'am...

Are you still there?

Do you need assistance?

Do you require police?

Do you need assistance?

Ma'am. I can't hear anything.

Stay there. Stay there.

What the hell is going on here?

You're hurt.

No. He... He bit me. That's it.

Let me... Let me help you.

No. I'm fine.

Let me see if it's bad.

Jake... Jake thinks Phillip is possessed.

Okay? -Okay.

Cole, I'm being serious.

Well, what do you want me to...

What was that?

Get under the desk.

Under the desk, Cole, now.

Are you okay?

Wait here.

Ah, Phil!

Phil!

Phillip!

What are you doing?

I was looking for my phone.

I want you.

Phillip.

Cole. Come.

Okay.

Come.

Phil.

Phillip?

Phillip.

Shit.

Cole.

I'll get you out of here.

Quick!

Come on.

Come quick.

-Where is he? -Leave her out of it.

Jake.

Jake. -Where is he?!

I don't know, Jake.

See, Cole, this is what happens when you run.

I'm not gonna let you hurt him anymore.

-Hurt him? I'm here to protect him.

I'm not the one who ran.

You left us no choice.

Why don't you listen to me?

Why don't you ever listen to me?

You are why we are here.

-No, no, no, no, no, no! -You are why we are...

This isn't my fault!

-Well then do it. -Graham, stop!

Do it.

Put us out of our misery, Jake.

You left us. You left us.

Why? Why did you...

-Do it! -Why didn't you listen?

You can't do it, can you?

You couldn't do it then, and you can't do it now,

can you?

Jake.

We have to find him.

What about her?

Cole, in the office now.

I'm gonna go. You guys can sort your fucking shit out.

Cole. Please.

I'm not asking. -You're not my family.

Please, please.

For fuck's sakes.

What am I supposed to do?

It won't be for long.

It's for your protection.

Trust me. Please. -You didn't trust me.

Cole.

Just until this is over.

I'm sure.

This Phil?

The tongue got me thinking.

If we can get a bit of it out,

maybe we can draw it all out.

-Why would you want to do that? -We need to trigger it.

Aggravate it.

Was thinking you could do that.

You're annoying.

No I'm not.

Why is he doing this?

It's not just Dad.

I think this thing needs to grow inside us

until it's strong enough.

Strong enough for what?

To live on its own.

You got a plan B?

No, there's no plan B.

-What are you gonna do? Shoot him?

-What? -It's still Phillip.

Much better.

The disease and I

are now one.

Disease is...

When you are...

Will come...Next.

Who are you?!

Help me get him down.

That's not Phillip.

Jesus.

Get him!

Get his legs!

Tight, tight! Yeah, tight!

Phillip.

It's not Phillip!

Oh, Jake, come on!

Get up!

I'm sorry.

Can I see your arm?

What the fuck is that?

Oh! Oh, shit!

What the...

You killed me.

Got out of him, now!

Get out of him! -The drink was yours,

wasn't it, Graham?

Dad, please let him go.

So he's in chains again.

Now what?

We need to build a crucifix.

A big one. Muffler.

Come.

Oh, shit.

What if Dad's death didn't release him from the disease?

Do you really think that cross is gonna work?

We're not believers.

No, but Dad was.

I thought that counts for something.

I just had a horrible thought.

What?

What if Dad has no memory of dying?

You think this has happened before?

How do I know?

I'm a mechanic.

Yeah. Not a very good one.

I mean, in the movies,

they get it from somewhere.

It's like, it's an...

not an exorcism so much, is it?

It's like pulling a parasite

from your skin.

Yeah, like that.

You want me to look at that?

Hey, hey!

Don't touch me.

It's fine.

I need a drink.

I haven't had a drink in two years.

Well, you're a better man than me.

You and I aren't going to have any more problems, are we?

'Cause the only way through this is if we do it together, Jake.

He never should have asked.

It's too much.

Yeah.

But he did.

Phillip thinks we left it too long,

that Dad's stuck in his last memory of us.

You were right.

What?

-I could... I couldn't do it.

Whatever happens.

-Are you ready? -No.

We'll count to three.

-Okay. -Okay.

One.

What the fuck?

Shit. Jesus.

Help me.

Don't do that.

Phillip. Phillip.

Listen, Phillip.

Jake. Jake. Jake.

Shh. Be quiet. Be quiet.

Shut up.

It's the fucking cops.

Shit. Cole.

Wait.

-You deal with her. Don't. Wait.

Help me. Get him out. Get him out. Get him out.

-Help me. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.

Shhhhh.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

It's okay, Phillip. We're going to help you,

We're going to help you. You're okay.

You're okay. I've got you.

Aw, fuck.

Fuck.

Okay.

Cole. I'll deal with the cops.

You locked me in.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Okay. Okay.

Good evening, officers.

Sounds like you have a problem.

Do you think you know what's going on here?

You fucked us.

-Hello. I'm Officer Peters. This is Officer Terry.

We received a call from this address.

-Really? Uh, I never made a call.

Do you mind if we come inside?

Now's, uh, actually not the best time.

Working awful late, aren't you?

Yeah, I live here.

-By yourself? -Yes, just me.

Must get lonely.

Uh, look, officers, um, there must have been a mistake.

I can reassure you that everything is fine.

Wait.

You happy now?

-Oh, yeah. -Yeah? Okay.

And you're going to keep your mouth shut, aren't you?

Nod now if you understand me.

Nod. Nod.

You're going to get down.

Get down. Get down.

No, no. It's okay. It's okay.

Don't be scared. Don't be scared.

I'm having some technical issues with the main,

and, look, officers, I appreciate you have a job to do,

but I don't really have the time right now

to be giving you a free tour of the garage.

Look, no voice was on the line when the call was answered.

It's remained off the hook.

We have a duty of care to respond to all calls,

especially if they were made by nobody.

So do you think perhaps maybe we could just come inside

and take a look?

Peters? A-And Terry?

Thought you said you lived alone.

Yeah, I just, um...

must've stacked a shelf wrong.

Yeah.

I'm afraid we're going to have to insist.

It's not a safe space.

We'll be careful.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, There's, uh, nothing down there.

Just a bit of art.

Nice, old girl, this one.

Customer's?

Uh, it's my father's.

-Something wrong? -No.

So if you didn't make the call, then who did?

If I didn't make the call, how would I know?

Came from a landline.

Right. Okay.

Where's the phone?

Look, how many times do I have to tell you the same thing?

I-I don't know who made the call.

What's in there?

That's my office.

Are you good at paperwork?

Let's have a look.

There's no need.

Let's go inside, mate.

Open it up.

-Uh, look, okay, guys... -Come on, mate.

...I think someone stitched you up.

Get out of here.

After you.

Go.

See?

It's just my office.

-Is there a phone in here? -Keep quiet.

No, I have a fax.

Terry!

Terry!

Terry, open it up!

-It's locked on the other side. What do you want me to do?

Shit.

Fuck this shit.

Hey, this cop is out cold.

Shit.

Cole. I'm sorry, Cole.

I wouldn't have hurt you.

Phillip.

Oh, shit.

Hey, buddy.

-It wasn't me. I didn't do it.

-It's okay. It's okay. I got you.

I got you. Come on.

I didn't do it.

Come on. Oh, geez.

It's me. You're safe.

Okay?

Oh, Jakey, are you alright?

-No. -Okay.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

-Hey, dickhead. Good to see you.

My foot's fucked. -What happened?

Stupid prick shot himself in the foot.

Uh, it was an accident.

I didn't do it on purpose.

I'm getting a drink.

Hey, Cole?

Can you get me something to drink, please?

Whatever.

Hey, be careful.

Hey, Cole, be careful.

Did you get it?

W-What do you mean "get it"?

Him. He's here.

Give me the gun.

Well, I'm definitely getting overtime now.

Guys.

Cole, Cole, get back.

Go.

Dad?

Finish this now.

Go.

I've got it.

No.

No, we all do this.

-Here you go, mate. For your head.

Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Take my hand.

I'm so tired. So tired.

And I don't know how long my thoughts will be my own.

Soon there will be nothing left but the disease itself.

It has its own mind.

It knows no empathy.

Every day I look in the mirror, I see a monster.

And as he grows, I disappear.

I want to die my way.

With my family.

A blood oath with my sons.

-Dad. -Dad, please.

I don't want to see it coming.

The three of you will take my life together.

-What? -Dad.

I'm afraid of what I'll become

if you leave it too long.

I'm asking you this in clarity.

Dad, you don't know what you're asking us.

-Graham, look at me. Look at me, son.

The time has come.

Cole, you should leave.

We'll be fine from here.

I will not.

-Please. This is your last chance.

I'm not going anywhere.

Graycie, what's wrong?

It's not over yet.

Look after them.

-What are you doing? What are you doing?

-Hey, careful. -Hey.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

Graycie...

Blood oath, remember?

That's what we said.

Phillip.

Hold him down.

Let me go!

Get that thing out of his hand.

You little mother!

Okay, okay.

Oh, my God.

-Jesus. What the hell is that?

It's moving.

-Get it out. -I'm trying to get it out.

It's coming. It's coming.

Freaking squid on steroids.

Give me the gun.

Fuck you.

How do you like it, squidy?

I thought my family was fucked up.

Oh, no.

We need to get out of here.

Jake, would you shut the fuck up?

Dad just crawled out of my armpit.

Just drive.

Where we going?

Just keep driving, Cole.

Don't stop.

Phillip!