Amityville in the Hood (2021) - full transcript
An Eastside gang uses the Amityville property to grow marijuana when they are attacked by a rival gang and their drugs stolen. Soon, it's unleashed on the Westside streets of Compton, where anyone who smokes it suffers one KILLER buzz.
Ben, what are you doing?
Stop it!
Let me go!
What are you doing?
Stop!
Shh, shh, shh.
Abby, we must
complete the legacy.
You,
you are the final
sacrifice for Beelzebub,
the Lord of the Flies.
No!
Get back here!
This house is fucking blessed.
What happened?
What's going on?
Let's get out of here.
In the name of Satan,
ruler of the Earth,
king of the world,
I command you sow your
infernal power on me.
Open wide the gates of Hell,
and come forth to greet me
as a brother and friend.
In your name, I ask that
you curse this devil for us,
placing your only attack on it,
possess the souls
of those who assume.
Oh, hear thy names,
Yorthog, Behemoth, Anuk, Belial,
render me the
indulgences that I speak.
Keep this Amityville curse alive
and keep the world hold over it.
I command you, I command you.
So it is done.
It's in here.
Follow me.
Oh, hell no.
This place is spooky as fuck.
Ay, ain't this where
that crazy ass white kid
killed his whole family?
Nigga, you
better get your ass up
in this motherfucking house.
Mucking around with my
fucking time and shit.
Shit.
Goddamn, that's a group
of motherfucking weed.
Shut the fuck up, stupid.
We don't got all
motherfucking night.
Get to picking.
Say, get to picking,
get what you can take.
You gotta be the
clumsiest motherfucker
I ever met in my life.
Shit.
Dumb ass motherfucker.
Now I'm about to roll
the fattest joint
in the whole history of joints.
What I tell you?
What I tell you?
Well, well, well, what
the fuck do we have here?
Looks like two dead ass
little bitches, if you ask me.
Look, man, we don't
want any trouble.
You see, that's just
too fucking bad, nigga.
Your little homie, Marcelo,
still owes me some fucking gwat,
and, well, he ain't
been around a while.
So you see,
since that little cunt face
has been AWOL and shit,
I'm just gonna have
to take what I'm owed
from his two fucking associates.
Oh, oh, man.
We don't even know
Marcelo that fucking well.
Shut the fuck up, man.
I got this.
Oh, you got this, do ya?
You hear this, fellas?
This ol' motherfucking
bitch think he got this.
Why don't you tell me what's
in that bag right there.
Now, this?
Oh, this ain't what
you think, man.
This ain't shit.
Oh, I think it's exactly
what the fuck I think it is.
Now hand the fucking shit over.
Nah, man.
I can't do that, man.
We need this.
I got bills.
My baby mama would kill me, man.
Oh, she's gonna
kill you, is she?
She's gonna kill you?
Not if I fucking do it first.
Oh, shit.
Fuck you.
No,
fuck you.
Yo, yo, what you doing here
all dressed up like that?
Like motherfucking
Little Mermaid and shit.
Oh, you must be
new.
I'm Cheyenne.
Your motherfucking
boss called my boss
to come over to here
to this dump of a club
to give him an hour
of tug and chug,
if you know what I
mean, Mongo, mmhmm.
Mongo?
My name's Rosco, okay?
Rosco.
Rosco, Mongo, Yolo, whatevers.
Look, can we make this quick?
'Cause I just got
stiffed on my last job.
I gotta say something.
You're looking pretty fine
in a whole kind of
way, I'll tell ya.
How abouts this?
After you're done with
Mr. Big M in there,
do a little slurp off, you know?
Maybe you, uh,
maybe you wanna take a two,
two for one, maybe, hm?
Hey, hear me out, hear me out.
Make up for that loot
you lost on the last job.
Ew.
You?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I am a classy bitch.
Well,
you best remember that
when you walk through that
goddamn door second, you hear?
Big M exudes
motherfucking class, okay?
He demands perfection.
Only the best of the best walk
through that goddamn kingdom.
Then what are
you doing here, Rocco?
The name's Rosco, okay?
And I'm Big M's number one.
His number one.
Listen, if I have time, I'll
throw you in for like, $20.
Deal?
20?
How about 10?
10, and then, hear me out.
Big M don't pay me 'til...
Oh, it's next Friday, it's
bi-weekly, it's the off week.
But, but...
And I got rent on Wednesday,
and my benefits are coming
overnight on Tuesday
so I'm thinking 10.
20.
And you better make it fast.
Oh, and don't nut
in my wig, okay?
You look like the trash that
would do something like that.
Bitch, I...
Okay, 10.
10 sounds good, I like 10.
20.
Fine, $20.
I'll go run to the ATM when
you're in there with Big M
getting his ol' mouth hug, okay?
What, what,
excuse, what, what, uh...
Did you drive here?
Yeah, why?
Why, hear me out, baby girl.
I figures, since you driving
and I just gave you $20,
after our little
slurp off you give me,
you go drop me off
at my parents' house.
It's only in Compton,
it's not far away,
so maybe you could
give me a little ride.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
You want me to blow you
and then give you a ride to
your parents' house for $20?
Bitch, it's a
motherfucking condo, okay?
Get it right.
Look,
it's 20 American dollars, okay?
That's 20.
What you're doing to
that lollipop, love,
that's worth 10, the most.
10.
Shit.
I'm a hardworking motherfucker,
I need any break I
can get, alright?
Shit.
I never get what I want.
Fine, okay.
Fine, fuck it.
Now you gonna let me in?
Or we gonna make
let's-make-a-fucking-blow-job deal
all night?
Okay, Pocahontas,
we'll let you in here.
Come on, let's get started.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
And it's gonna be 25
if you don't keep your
mitts to your fucking self
- and stop touching my shit.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Chill, bitch, chill.
I want the five open here, okay?
Shit, just bring
it down, alright?
We'll bring it in,
just fucking bring that
shit back, come on.
Come on, get inside, let's go.
Let's go.
Big M, I got somebody
for you here.
Ah, now that's some good shit.
That's really some
fucking good shit.
Excuse me, you guys want some?
You missing out.
It really is some good shit.
But I always dig this shit.
I'm a man of certain tastes.
I'm a man who always
expect things done
at a certain caliber,
a certain level of prestige.
Ah, pardon me, gentlemen.
Okay, that's enough, Cheyenne.
What can I say, boys?
She's really bad
at sucking dick.
Now, I wanna know what
happened to that weed
I sent you to New York
to bring back for me.
Where is it?
And who in your little posse
is trying to sell my weed
in my fucking neighborhood
behind my motherfucking back?
No, no, no.
I ain't trying to sell shit.
Alright, Big M?
Just trying to bring
the latest shit in.
That's it, bro.
Ah, it's just one big
ol' misunderstanding then.
Is that right?
No, of course, man.
We ain't here to try to
disrespect you, Big M.
Just here to, you know,
bring this shit to you
and that's it, bro.
Alright?
Well, okay then.
I want the rest of that weed
found and brought to me.
Now, you hear me?
This motherfucking damn good.
Shit, this smells dank.
Where did you get this shit?
Bitch, I told you.
Those motherfucking
niggas up in Amityville
had a running tab.
This shit right here?
My motherfucking paycheck.
Amityville.
New York?
Why does that sound so familiar?
Is that where that
demonic shit went down?
Damn, bitch.
You ask a lot of stupid
ass fucking questions.
You stop flapping
your fucking lungs,
help me to fuck down over here.
We need to pack this shit
up so we can unload it
and make some
motherfucking money.
Yeah, fuck, alright.
I'll be right back.
What the fuck are you doing?
My sister is sleeping.
Sister, huh?
Hm, maybe I'll just have
go wake the bitch up.
Nah, she don't want your
gangbanging ass, motherfucker.
Alright, she's a good girl.
She's going to
college, she got a job,
she don't need your ass.
She gonna make
something of her life.
Shit.
One look at this big fat dick,
maybe she'll change
her fucking mind.
Most bitches do.
Heather, girl, you
are buzzed up.
Yes.
Mmhmm.
But I'm looking good as
a mud tonight, bitch.
Yes, I am.
Oh, shit.
Forgot about you, little one.
Come here, it's okay.
Let mama show you
how it's done today.
Damn, bitch, handle
your shit.
Damn.
Woo, some nasty ass
shit right here.
Damn.
This on some whole other level.
Ooh, that's some devil shit.
Damn.
What the fuck are
y'all doing here?
Like, for real.
See what your loud ass did?
Nothing, girl.
Motherfuckers just
about to leave.
Unless you
wanna come over here,
have a drink with me.
Uh, maybe, I guess?
I don't know.
Nah, girl.
She most certainly does not.
You don't want nothing to do
with these thug life wannabe
motherfuckers anyway.
Damn, need to get my
dick sucked or something.
Where the fuck that
ho, Heather, go?
Ah?
The fuck is that bitch doing?
Shit, homes.
Eh, maybe that's some of
that new weed you got there.
Who the fuck is that?
Fuck.
Who the fuck is it?
It's Big M's fucking thugs.
What the fuck, Dusty.
That Amityville shit you
sold belonged to Big M?
What the fuck, man.
Amityville, New York?
What's going on?
Get the fuck back.
Stay the fuck in your room.
Let me out!
What's going on out there?
What the fuck?
Let me out!
Fuck!
Oh, dude, what
the fuck is that?
Fuck you.
Hello, I'm Peter Sommers
with another 90
second news update.
It seems a new strain of
extremely potent marijuana
has hit the streets,
seemingly overnight,
in the city of Compton.
The yet unidentified
strain of cannabis
is certainly causing
a wave of hysteria,
followed by an
incurable neurosis
that results in
increasingly violent acts
perpetrated upon oneself
and others around you.
Random attacks on pedestrians
have been reported
throughout the Los
Angeles county area,
with most originating in and
around the city of Compton.
Officials have traced this
particular strain of cannabis
to a supply that originated
in Amityville, New York.
The strain now being
appropriately dubbed
"Amityville Possession,"
playing on the area's unique
and somewhat sordid history.
We will continue to monitor
the story and keep you updated
as authorities continue
to make arrests
and gain control of this bizarre
and somewhat dangerous outbreak.
More news as we have it.
Matt?
Yeah.
Detective White speaking.
Hey, hello, Detective.
Yeah, look, I know it's, uh,
early in your neck of the woods.
Sorry to bother
you at this hour.
This is Police Chief Malone.
I'm calling from Amityville.
Amityville, New York.
Yeah, I was wondering, uh,
did you happen to
catch the morning news?
There's some interesting
developments in your area.
There's a strain of marijuana
and it's called
Amityville Possession.
Does that ring a bell?
Uh, yeah, I just heard
something on the news about, uh,
violence, psychosis,
and hysteria?
Yeah, I wish it was
that easy, Detective.
Actually, we've had a dozen
murders in the last six hours
in Compton alone.
Normally that wouldn't
cause an alarm
as it's a violent
high crime city,
but it's the nature
of these murders.
Yeah, these murders
aren't your, uh,
typical gangbang
drive-by bullshit.
These murders they're
sadistic, vile,
almost demonic.
A few hours ago,
we went to a call where a woman
put her newborn
in a toaster oven
and then served it to her
12-year-old fucking son.
We're opening up
an investigation
to pinpoint the exact location
of this goddamn devil harvest
so we can send it back
to Hell where it belongs.
So how far from
Amityville are you?
I'm sorry, did
you say Amityville?
Where all those
murders took place?
The painting, the toy monkey?
That Amityville?
Yes.
That Amityville.
We have reason to
believe that this strain
is coming from that
house in particular.
You know what?
Get a gallon of gasoline
and torch the damn place.
Well, if it was up to me,
that place would be a steaming
pile of rubble years ago.
Here comes the "but."
Well, there is a but.
We can't get a search
warrant legally
to search the place if we
don't have probable cause.
And now that the
bank owns the place,
I'll be honest with you,
they're a stickler for the rules
so I think they would
frown upon arson,
you know, being the
tight asses they are.
So what do you want with me?
Well, since you
live in the area,
I was kind of hoping you'd do
a little investigating for us.
What do you think, you in?
I'm listening.
Yeah, we were just sent
out on a death notification
of two local gangbangers.
They were both shot
and found dead at that
Amityville location.
We got some local witnesses
that say they saw four
males leaving the residence
with what appeared
to be large bags.
But we did a little
digging ourselves.
We traced the bullets
from the homicide
back to an address
in your location.
A location that had a multiple
homicide this morning.
And there was only one survivor
and her name was Sondra LaCosta.
Jesus.
Yeah, we were sort of hoping
that maybe you could, uh,
go over there and ask
her a few questions
and get some answers for us
and then maybe we could
search that house.
Burn it to the fucking ground.
Well, at least find the
plants and destroy them.
But you never know,
accidents happen.
So, uh, what do you say?
You in?
Detective.
Hey, hello?
You still there?
Yes.
Yes, yeah, I'm sure
I can handle that.
Just send me the address
and I'll get over
there as soon as I can.
Sure thing.
I'll get them right over to you.
Hey, thank you, I
really appreciate this.
I guess I better
get going on this.
Yeah, man.
Yo, so check this out, Big M.
That shit getting crazy, man.
The weed that we're supposed
to bring back for you-
- My weed?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
your, your weed, man.
So check this shit out.
That bitch going crazy, man.
It's like it made
her fucking nuts.
Like PCP mixed with
the bath salts, man.
Bitch climbing up a phone
pole, naked, screaming out.
This fucking mama's crazy, man.
Rosco is fucking dead and I-
You listen to me.
And you listen to me good.
You know what that
is right there?
That right there is money
in the motherfucking bank,
you dumb ass little
piece of shit.
Controversy, a
story, a little hype?
You know, people
love a good story.
You know what happened when
motherfuckers back in Chicago
started overdosing on
heroin two years back?
That shit went up
nearly tenfold.
Nearly ten fucking fold,
you believe that shit?
And, yeah, motherfuckers
will die here and there,
but that's the
hazard of the trade.
You'll get that.
But the fucking
dealers are rolling
and motherfucking dealing.
All because of a little
controversy, a little hype,
a little fucking story.
Sweet cheeks, I want you
to round up the boys,
get the rest of that
Amityville shit,
and get out there
on those streets.
And tell to fuck that shit
up a whole fucking Benjamin
and start selling that
shit to every man, woman,
and motherfucking
child they see.
You got it?
Get it.
DeShawn, I'm gonna give you
one more fucking chance.
But if you fuck with me,
I promise you,
I'll splatter your brains
all over the fucking street.
Get the fucking car.
I think it's time Big M
takes a trip to Amityville.
Take a hit, dude.
It's just that new shit
I was telling you about.
Right, this is it,
you're saving for me?
You smoked it all.
Oh, man.
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?
The fuck you talking about?
This shit gets you high.
The fuck?
Holy shit.
Yeah, you're
just tripping, man.
Am I tripping?
What the fuck is that?
Yo, it's this
fucking weed, man.
Like, literally, it's the weed.
Holy fucking shit.
Barb wire,
Compton, incredible.
I can't believe they
want me to do this.
Getting ready to do this
interview with barb wire.
Incredible.
Sondra LaCosta?
I am,
yeah. Who are you?
Oh, sorry, I'm
Detective White.
Come in.
I don't mean to bother you,
especially at a time like this,
but I've been
assigned your case.
My case?
My case?
Okay, look, Detective,
I know why you're here.
I really, really do,
but you might wanna
choose your words
a little more carefully
because it's not just
my case, alright?
It was my sister's case.
She was fucking murdered, okay?
Murdered.
And she fucking...
She, she killed...
She killed them all.
I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to be insensitive.
I know how confusing
this can really be,
more than most people actually.
Believe me, I really do.
How could you possibly?
Because, Sondra,
I've seen the devil too.
I don't even know
where to start.
Tell me everything, okay?
I wanna know it all.
I don't give a shit how
much it hurts, okay?
Just tell me everything, please.
Have you ever seen that woman?
No, I don't think so.
She was all over the
news a few years ago.
It all started in a little
town called Amityville.
After he killed
his whole family,
the items inside the home
were later auctioned off.
A lamp, a mirror, a
dollhouse, a painting,
and finally a toy monkey.
This woman in the photo,
her name is Julia.
She ended up with
the toy monkey.
She took it back with her to
a family reunion in Nebraska.
Wow.
Mom, would you look at this?
It is.
This looks like,
just like the one I
had when I was a kid.
Mmhmm.
Where did you find this?
At an old antique
store back home.
I saw it and I remembered
you said you had one
when you were little,
so I figured you'd like it.
Like it?
I love it, dear.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Brown-noser.
Wind it up.
Alright.
Sorry,
I didn't think to check to make
sure if it actually worked.
It's alright, let
me take a look at it.
Who is it?
Who's there?
Carol.
Stop me, Daddy.
Take it,
you little bitch.
Harder.
Take it.
Harder!
Stop me, Daddy.
Dad?
Oh my God.
What have you done?
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh my god.
I think the baby's
coming.
This is where I come in.
This is the one.
Are you serious?
That thing gives me the creeps.
Anything I can
help you two with?
How much for the monkey?
Ah, the monkey.
Certainly, it's one of a kind.
You know, they don't
make these anymore.
I know.
It's exactly like the
one I had as a kid.
Honey, are you sure
you wouldn't rather
get that new PS4 game instead?
No way, this is perfect.
I can't guarantee
that it works.
Well, that's
alright, I don't mind.
I'm great with my hands.
I'm sure I could fix him up.
How much did you say he was?
$50.
$50.
What?
Sold.
Babe, no.
50 bucks, really?
These guys go
for way more money.
He is so worth it.
Let me get you a receipt.
I won't be needing one.
I'm keeping him.
You
see, they were right.
The monkey was possessed,
just like everything else
that comes out of that
godforsaken wretched place.
There you are.
Sarah, I found it.
I found it.
Grab Guy and let's get
the fuck outta here.
What the fuck?
Let's have some fun, lover.
You know what fun is?
My god.
Fun is where I eat your
fucking heart out of your chest.
One by one,
they were individually murdered.
Brutally murdered.
Jake.
Listen, Mr.
Jansen, I don't wanna hear it.
If you have a
problem, Mr. Jansen-
Do it.
Salem, do it, shoot her now.
Do it now, Salem.
Shoot, shoot,
shoot, do it, do it.
Did you hear that?
Dad?
Did you hear that?
Oh my God, is that
what I think it is?
Yes.
- What the fuck?
- Oh my god.
- What is he doing?
- What the fuck is he doing?
I don't know this...
Dad.
- Oh my God.
- Oh my God!
Do it.
Kill them.
Hold your chin up.
Shoot them, you
pussy, kill them.
Pull the trigger.
Daddy?
There
was one lone survivor.
I lived back in that area then.
I was the one who
found the bodies
and I was the one who helped
to get Julia committed.
It was my testimony that
got her locked away.
You're in grave danger.
What do you mean?
You have the
monkey, don't you?
How did you know about that?
That's the only reason
why you'd be here.
It's evil, isn't it?
It's more than just evil.
It's the vessel
for which evil transfers
between physical locations
spreading all over like,
like a plague.
It all began back in Amityville.
It's my fault.
My father killed
my entire family.
I purchased that monkey from
a Amityville antique shop
as a present for
his 50th birthday.
There's been murders connected
to that house every few years
for the past several
decades.
Lamps and clocks and
mirrors and even a dollhouse
from that evil place
have all been present during
several copycat killings
in the '90s.
I think I remember
reading about some of those.
Weren't there some
movies made or something?
Hollywood loves to exploit
what makes money.
Maybe,
maybe I'll even sell my story
for a made-for-TV
movie.
You can't stop evil.
You'll only ward it off.
Evil never dies.
You see, she was right.
It was the monkey all along.
And it's my fault that
she died all alone
in that godforsaken asylum.
You know something
about that place,
don't you, Sondra?
About Amityville.
Yes, Detective, I...
You see, I pay attention.
And most people think that
I'm just some good girl,
but I watch and I listen
and I pay attention.
And my sister is fucking dead
because some wannabe ass thug
took some weed off Big M, okay?
And they said it
was from some place.
From Amityville.
Yes, and there's something
about it that is evil, okay?
When Heather smoked it,
she became somebody else,
something else.
I need you to make a statement
that says you know that he got
those drugs from that house
so the authorities back
there can go in there
and search and destroy
the extra harvest.
Okay, that's great,
but what about
everything on the street?
There's not
a whole hell of a lot
we can do about that right now.
We just gotta pray to
God that it's all smoked
and no one has tried to clone
it or plant the rest of it.
Thank you, Sondra.
I promise you,
I will do everything
within my power
to make sure that your
sister rests in peace.
I'll be in touch.
You stay safe, okay?
Thank you.
Thank you.
Fuck.
Fuck, damn flies.
Fuck it, ugh.
I will do
whatever I need to do
to end this evil.
I will.
This can't go on.
We're gonna burn that
fucking house down.
You can count on it.
What's this guy?
12th Precinct, Police
Chief Malone here.
Malone.
Yeah, I'm glad I got you.
Yeah, I interviewed that
young lady this afternoon.
Sondra?
I got her statement
and everything.
Really nice kid.
Great.
Send that fucker over.
You alright, Malone?
You sound, I don't
know, a little shaky,
to tell you the truth.
Have you been
out there lately?
People are killing each
other left and fucking right.
It's a bloody
massacre out there.
It's the human
fucking condition.
That's the way it's always been.
Man taking advantage of man,
survival of the fittest,
apex predator bullshit.
Come on.
Come on, Malone, I need you
to keep yourself together.
You're the only one
I have left out here
and that's on my side.
Yeah, well, I got
some bad news for you.
It's dead.
The Amityville
investigation's kaput,
down the toilet, gone.
What?
Why?
This decision
came from the top,
way up the top.
They said we didn't
have enough information.
What about the-
- Even with the
statement, not enough.
This town is full of devils
and ghosts, Detective.
Most people here,
well, they just forget
it ever happened.
One sec, I gotta
take a look at this.
Detective?
Hey, you there?
Sondra
LaCosta has been found dead
in her apartment.
They gotta be stopped, Malone.
A
fire has ignited.
What are you?
That fucking house,
it's gotta be stopped.
That kid I interviewed
today, Sondra,
she's dead.
What the fuck?
Yeah, dead.
Just like everyone else here
who became connected
with that godawful place.
I don't care what
it takes, Malone.
You better hear me.
I'm on the next
red-eye out of LAX.
I thought I'd never, ever
be saying these words again
in my entire life.
I'm on my way back to
fucking Amityville.
So this is
the rotten piece of shit
I been hearing so much about?
Let's just get the green and
get the fuck up outta here.
What I fucking
say, motherfucker?
What I fucking say?
This place is a
fucking goldmine.
This is gonna be our
main spot from now on.
What the fuck are
you waiting on?
Put that shit in some bags and
get the fuck up outta here.
What the fuck, dude?
Don't be a fucking
pussy, it's just the wind.
Hey, Malone, you
crazy son of a bitch,
don't do anything stupid.
Rock and roll, motherfucker.
Come on, come on,
what are you doing?
Jesus, shit.
Come on.
Big M?
Hey, man, you okay?
Yo, I said, are you okay, man?
You know
what, DeShawn?
I think I'm gonna
start to like it here.
Hey, you
sure you're okay?
Home sweet home.
This is for you, Julia.
Rah!
Do it, Detective.
Do it now.
Good riddance, let's
get ourselves some more.
Hey,
can we score some of that
Amityville Possession weed?
Stop it!
Let me go!
What are you doing?
Stop!
Shh, shh, shh.
Abby, we must
complete the legacy.
You,
you are the final
sacrifice for Beelzebub,
the Lord of the Flies.
No!
Get back here!
This house is fucking blessed.
What happened?
What's going on?
Let's get out of here.
In the name of Satan,
ruler of the Earth,
king of the world,
I command you sow your
infernal power on me.
Open wide the gates of Hell,
and come forth to greet me
as a brother and friend.
In your name, I ask that
you curse this devil for us,
placing your only attack on it,
possess the souls
of those who assume.
Oh, hear thy names,
Yorthog, Behemoth, Anuk, Belial,
render me the
indulgences that I speak.
Keep this Amityville curse alive
and keep the world hold over it.
I command you, I command you.
So it is done.
It's in here.
Follow me.
Oh, hell no.
This place is spooky as fuck.
Ay, ain't this where
that crazy ass white kid
killed his whole family?
Nigga, you
better get your ass up
in this motherfucking house.
Mucking around with my
fucking time and shit.
Shit.
Goddamn, that's a group
of motherfucking weed.
Shut the fuck up, stupid.
We don't got all
motherfucking night.
Get to picking.
Say, get to picking,
get what you can take.
You gotta be the
clumsiest motherfucker
I ever met in my life.
Shit.
Dumb ass motherfucker.
Now I'm about to roll
the fattest joint
in the whole history of joints.
What I tell you?
What I tell you?
Well, well, well, what
the fuck do we have here?
Looks like two dead ass
little bitches, if you ask me.
Look, man, we don't
want any trouble.
You see, that's just
too fucking bad, nigga.
Your little homie, Marcelo,
still owes me some fucking gwat,
and, well, he ain't
been around a while.
So you see,
since that little cunt face
has been AWOL and shit,
I'm just gonna have
to take what I'm owed
from his two fucking associates.
Oh, oh, man.
We don't even know
Marcelo that fucking well.
Shut the fuck up, man.
I got this.
Oh, you got this, do ya?
You hear this, fellas?
This ol' motherfucking
bitch think he got this.
Why don't you tell me what's
in that bag right there.
Now, this?
Oh, this ain't what
you think, man.
This ain't shit.
Oh, I think it's exactly
what the fuck I think it is.
Now hand the fucking shit over.
Nah, man.
I can't do that, man.
We need this.
I got bills.
My baby mama would kill me, man.
Oh, she's gonna
kill you, is she?
She's gonna kill you?
Not if I fucking do it first.
Oh, shit.
Fuck you.
No,
fuck you.
Yo, yo, what you doing here
all dressed up like that?
Like motherfucking
Little Mermaid and shit.
Oh, you must be
new.
I'm Cheyenne.
Your motherfucking
boss called my boss
to come over to here
to this dump of a club
to give him an hour
of tug and chug,
if you know what I
mean, Mongo, mmhmm.
Mongo?
My name's Rosco, okay?
Rosco.
Rosco, Mongo, Yolo, whatevers.
Look, can we make this quick?
'Cause I just got
stiffed on my last job.
I gotta say something.
You're looking pretty fine
in a whole kind of
way, I'll tell ya.
How abouts this?
After you're done with
Mr. Big M in there,
do a little slurp off, you know?
Maybe you, uh,
maybe you wanna take a two,
two for one, maybe, hm?
Hey, hear me out, hear me out.
Make up for that loot
you lost on the last job.
Ew.
You?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I am a classy bitch.
Well,
you best remember that
when you walk through that
goddamn door second, you hear?
Big M exudes
motherfucking class, okay?
He demands perfection.
Only the best of the best walk
through that goddamn kingdom.
Then what are
you doing here, Rocco?
The name's Rosco, okay?
And I'm Big M's number one.
His number one.
Listen, if I have time, I'll
throw you in for like, $20.
Deal?
20?
How about 10?
10, and then, hear me out.
Big M don't pay me 'til...
Oh, it's next Friday, it's
bi-weekly, it's the off week.
But, but...
And I got rent on Wednesday,
and my benefits are coming
overnight on Tuesday
so I'm thinking 10.
20.
And you better make it fast.
Oh, and don't nut
in my wig, okay?
You look like the trash that
would do something like that.
Bitch, I...
Okay, 10.
10 sounds good, I like 10.
20.
Fine, $20.
I'll go run to the ATM when
you're in there with Big M
getting his ol' mouth hug, okay?
What, what,
excuse, what, what, uh...
Did you drive here?
Yeah, why?
Why, hear me out, baby girl.
I figures, since you driving
and I just gave you $20,
after our little
slurp off you give me,
you go drop me off
at my parents' house.
It's only in Compton,
it's not far away,
so maybe you could
give me a little ride.
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.
You want me to blow you
and then give you a ride to
your parents' house for $20?
Bitch, it's a
motherfucking condo, okay?
Get it right.
Look,
it's 20 American dollars, okay?
That's 20.
What you're doing to
that lollipop, love,
that's worth 10, the most.
10.
Shit.
I'm a hardworking motherfucker,
I need any break I
can get, alright?
Shit.
I never get what I want.
Fine, okay.
Fine, fuck it.
Now you gonna let me in?
Or we gonna make
let's-make-a-fucking-blow-job deal
all night?
Okay, Pocahontas,
we'll let you in here.
Come on, let's get started.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
And it's gonna be 25
if you don't keep your
mitts to your fucking self
- and stop touching my shit.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Chill, bitch, chill.
I want the five open here, okay?
Shit, just bring
it down, alright?
We'll bring it in,
just fucking bring that
shit back, come on.
Come on, get inside, let's go.
Let's go.
Big M, I got somebody
for you here.
Ah, now that's some good shit.
That's really some
fucking good shit.
Excuse me, you guys want some?
You missing out.
It really is some good shit.
But I always dig this shit.
I'm a man of certain tastes.
I'm a man who always
expect things done
at a certain caliber,
a certain level of prestige.
Ah, pardon me, gentlemen.
Okay, that's enough, Cheyenne.
What can I say, boys?
She's really bad
at sucking dick.
Now, I wanna know what
happened to that weed
I sent you to New York
to bring back for me.
Where is it?
And who in your little posse
is trying to sell my weed
in my fucking neighborhood
behind my motherfucking back?
No, no, no.
I ain't trying to sell shit.
Alright, Big M?
Just trying to bring
the latest shit in.
That's it, bro.
Ah, it's just one big
ol' misunderstanding then.
Is that right?
No, of course, man.
We ain't here to try to
disrespect you, Big M.
Just here to, you know,
bring this shit to you
and that's it, bro.
Alright?
Well, okay then.
I want the rest of that weed
found and brought to me.
Now, you hear me?
This motherfucking damn good.
Shit, this smells dank.
Where did you get this shit?
Bitch, I told you.
Those motherfucking
niggas up in Amityville
had a running tab.
This shit right here?
My motherfucking paycheck.
Amityville.
New York?
Why does that sound so familiar?
Is that where that
demonic shit went down?
Damn, bitch.
You ask a lot of stupid
ass fucking questions.
You stop flapping
your fucking lungs,
help me to fuck down over here.
We need to pack this shit
up so we can unload it
and make some
motherfucking money.
Yeah, fuck, alright.
I'll be right back.
What the fuck are you doing?
My sister is sleeping.
Sister, huh?
Hm, maybe I'll just have
go wake the bitch up.
Nah, she don't want your
gangbanging ass, motherfucker.
Alright, she's a good girl.
She's going to
college, she got a job,
she don't need your ass.
She gonna make
something of her life.
Shit.
One look at this big fat dick,
maybe she'll change
her fucking mind.
Most bitches do.
Heather, girl, you
are buzzed up.
Yes.
Mmhmm.
But I'm looking good as
a mud tonight, bitch.
Yes, I am.
Oh, shit.
Forgot about you, little one.
Come here, it's okay.
Let mama show you
how it's done today.
Damn, bitch, handle
your shit.
Damn.
Woo, some nasty ass
shit right here.
Damn.
This on some whole other level.
Ooh, that's some devil shit.
Damn.
What the fuck are
y'all doing here?
Like, for real.
See what your loud ass did?
Nothing, girl.
Motherfuckers just
about to leave.
Unless you
wanna come over here,
have a drink with me.
Uh, maybe, I guess?
I don't know.
Nah, girl.
She most certainly does not.
You don't want nothing to do
with these thug life wannabe
motherfuckers anyway.
Damn, need to get my
dick sucked or something.
Where the fuck that
ho, Heather, go?
Ah?
The fuck is that bitch doing?
Shit, homes.
Eh, maybe that's some of
that new weed you got there.
Who the fuck is that?
Fuck.
Who the fuck is it?
It's Big M's fucking thugs.
What the fuck, Dusty.
That Amityville shit you
sold belonged to Big M?
What the fuck, man.
Amityville, New York?
What's going on?
Get the fuck back.
Stay the fuck in your room.
Let me out!
What's going on out there?
What the fuck?
Let me out!
Fuck!
Oh, dude, what
the fuck is that?
Fuck you.
Hello, I'm Peter Sommers
with another 90
second news update.
It seems a new strain of
extremely potent marijuana
has hit the streets,
seemingly overnight,
in the city of Compton.
The yet unidentified
strain of cannabis
is certainly causing
a wave of hysteria,
followed by an
incurable neurosis
that results in
increasingly violent acts
perpetrated upon oneself
and others around you.
Random attacks on pedestrians
have been reported
throughout the Los
Angeles county area,
with most originating in and
around the city of Compton.
Officials have traced this
particular strain of cannabis
to a supply that originated
in Amityville, New York.
The strain now being
appropriately dubbed
"Amityville Possession,"
playing on the area's unique
and somewhat sordid history.
We will continue to monitor
the story and keep you updated
as authorities continue
to make arrests
and gain control of this bizarre
and somewhat dangerous outbreak.
More news as we have it.
Matt?
Yeah.
Detective White speaking.
Hey, hello, Detective.
Yeah, look, I know it's, uh,
early in your neck of the woods.
Sorry to bother
you at this hour.
This is Police Chief Malone.
I'm calling from Amityville.
Amityville, New York.
Yeah, I was wondering, uh,
did you happen to
catch the morning news?
There's some interesting
developments in your area.
There's a strain of marijuana
and it's called
Amityville Possession.
Does that ring a bell?
Uh, yeah, I just heard
something on the news about, uh,
violence, psychosis,
and hysteria?
Yeah, I wish it was
that easy, Detective.
Actually, we've had a dozen
murders in the last six hours
in Compton alone.
Normally that wouldn't
cause an alarm
as it's a violent
high crime city,
but it's the nature
of these murders.
Yeah, these murders
aren't your, uh,
typical gangbang
drive-by bullshit.
These murders they're
sadistic, vile,
almost demonic.
A few hours ago,
we went to a call where a woman
put her newborn
in a toaster oven
and then served it to her
12-year-old fucking son.
We're opening up
an investigation
to pinpoint the exact location
of this goddamn devil harvest
so we can send it back
to Hell where it belongs.
So how far from
Amityville are you?
I'm sorry, did
you say Amityville?
Where all those
murders took place?
The painting, the toy monkey?
That Amityville?
Yes.
That Amityville.
We have reason to
believe that this strain
is coming from that
house in particular.
You know what?
Get a gallon of gasoline
and torch the damn place.
Well, if it was up to me,
that place would be a steaming
pile of rubble years ago.
Here comes the "but."
Well, there is a but.
We can't get a search
warrant legally
to search the place if we
don't have probable cause.
And now that the
bank owns the place,
I'll be honest with you,
they're a stickler for the rules
so I think they would
frown upon arson,
you know, being the
tight asses they are.
So what do you want with me?
Well, since you
live in the area,
I was kind of hoping you'd do
a little investigating for us.
What do you think, you in?
I'm listening.
Yeah, we were just sent
out on a death notification
of two local gangbangers.
They were both shot
and found dead at that
Amityville location.
We got some local witnesses
that say they saw four
males leaving the residence
with what appeared
to be large bags.
But we did a little
digging ourselves.
We traced the bullets
from the homicide
back to an address
in your location.
A location that had a multiple
homicide this morning.
And there was only one survivor
and her name was Sondra LaCosta.
Jesus.
Yeah, we were sort of hoping
that maybe you could, uh,
go over there and ask
her a few questions
and get some answers for us
and then maybe we could
search that house.
Burn it to the fucking ground.
Well, at least find the
plants and destroy them.
But you never know,
accidents happen.
So, uh, what do you say?
You in?
Detective.
Hey, hello?
You still there?
Yes.
Yes, yeah, I'm sure
I can handle that.
Just send me the address
and I'll get over
there as soon as I can.
Sure thing.
I'll get them right over to you.
Hey, thank you, I
really appreciate this.
I guess I better
get going on this.
Yeah, man.
Yo, so check this out, Big M.
That shit getting crazy, man.
The weed that we're supposed
to bring back for you-
- My weed?
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
your, your weed, man.
So check this shit out.
That bitch going crazy, man.
It's like it made
her fucking nuts.
Like PCP mixed with
the bath salts, man.
Bitch climbing up a phone
pole, naked, screaming out.
This fucking mama's crazy, man.
Rosco is fucking dead and I-
You listen to me.
And you listen to me good.
You know what that
is right there?
That right there is money
in the motherfucking bank,
you dumb ass little
piece of shit.
Controversy, a
story, a little hype?
You know, people
love a good story.
You know what happened when
motherfuckers back in Chicago
started overdosing on
heroin two years back?
That shit went up
nearly tenfold.
Nearly ten fucking fold,
you believe that shit?
And, yeah, motherfuckers
will die here and there,
but that's the
hazard of the trade.
You'll get that.
But the fucking
dealers are rolling
and motherfucking dealing.
All because of a little
controversy, a little hype,
a little fucking story.
Sweet cheeks, I want you
to round up the boys,
get the rest of that
Amityville shit,
and get out there
on those streets.
And tell to fuck that shit
up a whole fucking Benjamin
and start selling that
shit to every man, woman,
and motherfucking
child they see.
You got it?
Get it.
DeShawn, I'm gonna give you
one more fucking chance.
But if you fuck with me,
I promise you,
I'll splatter your brains
all over the fucking street.
Get the fucking car.
I think it's time Big M
takes a trip to Amityville.
Take a hit, dude.
It's just that new shit
I was telling you about.
Right, this is it,
you're saving for me?
You smoked it all.
Oh, man.
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?
The fuck you talking about?
This shit gets you high.
The fuck?
Holy shit.
Yeah, you're
just tripping, man.
Am I tripping?
What the fuck is that?
Yo, it's this
fucking weed, man.
Like, literally, it's the weed.
Holy fucking shit.
Barb wire,
Compton, incredible.
I can't believe they
want me to do this.
Getting ready to do this
interview with barb wire.
Incredible.
Sondra LaCosta?
I am,
yeah. Who are you?
Oh, sorry, I'm
Detective White.
Come in.
I don't mean to bother you,
especially at a time like this,
but I've been
assigned your case.
My case?
My case?
Okay, look, Detective,
I know why you're here.
I really, really do,
but you might wanna
choose your words
a little more carefully
because it's not just
my case, alright?
It was my sister's case.
She was fucking murdered, okay?
Murdered.
And she fucking...
She, she killed...
She killed them all.
I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to be insensitive.
I know how confusing
this can really be,
more than most people actually.
Believe me, I really do.
How could you possibly?
Because, Sondra,
I've seen the devil too.
I don't even know
where to start.
Tell me everything, okay?
I wanna know it all.
I don't give a shit how
much it hurts, okay?
Just tell me everything, please.
Have you ever seen that woman?
No, I don't think so.
She was all over the
news a few years ago.
It all started in a little
town called Amityville.
After he killed
his whole family,
the items inside the home
were later auctioned off.
A lamp, a mirror, a
dollhouse, a painting,
and finally a toy monkey.
This woman in the photo,
her name is Julia.
She ended up with
the toy monkey.
She took it back with her to
a family reunion in Nebraska.
Wow.
Mom, would you look at this?
It is.
This looks like,
just like the one I
had when I was a kid.
Mmhmm.
Where did you find this?
At an old antique
store back home.
I saw it and I remembered
you said you had one
when you were little,
so I figured you'd like it.
Like it?
I love it, dear.
Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Brown-noser.
Wind it up.
Alright.
Sorry,
I didn't think to check to make
sure if it actually worked.
It's alright, let
me take a look at it.
Who is it?
Who's there?
Carol.
Stop me, Daddy.
Take it,
you little bitch.
Harder.
Take it.
Harder!
Stop me, Daddy.
Dad?
Oh my God.
What have you done?
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh my god.
I think the baby's
coming.
This is where I come in.
This is the one.
Are you serious?
That thing gives me the creeps.
Anything I can
help you two with?
How much for the monkey?
Ah, the monkey.
Certainly, it's one of a kind.
You know, they don't
make these anymore.
I know.
It's exactly like the
one I had as a kid.
Honey, are you sure
you wouldn't rather
get that new PS4 game instead?
No way, this is perfect.
I can't guarantee
that it works.
Well, that's
alright, I don't mind.
I'm great with my hands.
I'm sure I could fix him up.
How much did you say he was?
$50.
$50.
What?
Sold.
Babe, no.
50 bucks, really?
These guys go
for way more money.
He is so worth it.
Let me get you a receipt.
I won't be needing one.
I'm keeping him.
You
see, they were right.
The monkey was possessed,
just like everything else
that comes out of that
godforsaken wretched place.
There you are.
Sarah, I found it.
I found it.
Grab Guy and let's get
the fuck outta here.
What the fuck?
Let's have some fun, lover.
You know what fun is?
My god.
Fun is where I eat your
fucking heart out of your chest.
One by one,
they were individually murdered.
Brutally murdered.
Jake.
Listen, Mr.
Jansen, I don't wanna hear it.
If you have a
problem, Mr. Jansen-
Do it.
Salem, do it, shoot her now.
Do it now, Salem.
Shoot, shoot,
shoot, do it, do it.
Did you hear that?
Dad?
Did you hear that?
Oh my God, is that
what I think it is?
Yes.
- What the fuck?
- Oh my god.
- What is he doing?
- What the fuck is he doing?
I don't know this...
Dad.
- Oh my God.
- Oh my God!
Do it.
Kill them.
Hold your chin up.
Shoot them, you
pussy, kill them.
Pull the trigger.
Daddy?
There
was one lone survivor.
I lived back in that area then.
I was the one who
found the bodies
and I was the one who helped
to get Julia committed.
It was my testimony that
got her locked away.
You're in grave danger.
What do you mean?
You have the
monkey, don't you?
How did you know about that?
That's the only reason
why you'd be here.
It's evil, isn't it?
It's more than just evil.
It's the vessel
for which evil transfers
between physical locations
spreading all over like,
like a plague.
It all began back in Amityville.
It's my fault.
My father killed
my entire family.
I purchased that monkey from
a Amityville antique shop
as a present for
his 50th birthday.
There's been murders connected
to that house every few years
for the past several
decades.
Lamps and clocks and
mirrors and even a dollhouse
from that evil place
have all been present during
several copycat killings
in the '90s.
I think I remember
reading about some of those.
Weren't there some
movies made or something?
Hollywood loves to exploit
what makes money.
Maybe,
maybe I'll even sell my story
for a made-for-TV
movie.
You can't stop evil.
You'll only ward it off.
Evil never dies.
You see, she was right.
It was the monkey all along.
And it's my fault that
she died all alone
in that godforsaken asylum.
You know something
about that place,
don't you, Sondra?
About Amityville.
Yes, Detective, I...
You see, I pay attention.
And most people think that
I'm just some good girl,
but I watch and I listen
and I pay attention.
And my sister is fucking dead
because some wannabe ass thug
took some weed off Big M, okay?
And they said it
was from some place.
From Amityville.
Yes, and there's something
about it that is evil, okay?
When Heather smoked it,
she became somebody else,
something else.
I need you to make a statement
that says you know that he got
those drugs from that house
so the authorities back
there can go in there
and search and destroy
the extra harvest.
Okay, that's great,
but what about
everything on the street?
There's not
a whole hell of a lot
we can do about that right now.
We just gotta pray to
God that it's all smoked
and no one has tried to clone
it or plant the rest of it.
Thank you, Sondra.
I promise you,
I will do everything
within my power
to make sure that your
sister rests in peace.
I'll be in touch.
You stay safe, okay?
Thank you.
Thank you.
Fuck.
Fuck, damn flies.
Fuck it, ugh.
I will do
whatever I need to do
to end this evil.
I will.
This can't go on.
We're gonna burn that
fucking house down.
You can count on it.
What's this guy?
12th Precinct, Police
Chief Malone here.
Malone.
Yeah, I'm glad I got you.
Yeah, I interviewed that
young lady this afternoon.
Sondra?
I got her statement
and everything.
Really nice kid.
Great.
Send that fucker over.
You alright, Malone?
You sound, I don't
know, a little shaky,
to tell you the truth.
Have you been
out there lately?
People are killing each
other left and fucking right.
It's a bloody
massacre out there.
It's the human
fucking condition.
That's the way it's always been.
Man taking advantage of man,
survival of the fittest,
apex predator bullshit.
Come on.
Come on, Malone, I need you
to keep yourself together.
You're the only one
I have left out here
and that's on my side.
Yeah, well, I got
some bad news for you.
It's dead.
The Amityville
investigation's kaput,
down the toilet, gone.
What?
Why?
This decision
came from the top,
way up the top.
They said we didn't
have enough information.
What about the-
- Even with the
statement, not enough.
This town is full of devils
and ghosts, Detective.
Most people here,
well, they just forget
it ever happened.
One sec, I gotta
take a look at this.
Detective?
Hey, you there?
Sondra
LaCosta has been found dead
in her apartment.
They gotta be stopped, Malone.
A
fire has ignited.
What are you?
That fucking house,
it's gotta be stopped.
That kid I interviewed
today, Sondra,
she's dead.
What the fuck?
Yeah, dead.
Just like everyone else here
who became connected
with that godawful place.
I don't care what
it takes, Malone.
You better hear me.
I'm on the next
red-eye out of LAX.
I thought I'd never, ever
be saying these words again
in my entire life.
I'm on my way back to
fucking Amityville.
So this is
the rotten piece of shit
I been hearing so much about?
Let's just get the green and
get the fuck up outta here.
What I fucking
say, motherfucker?
What I fucking say?
This place is a
fucking goldmine.
This is gonna be our
main spot from now on.
What the fuck are
you waiting on?
Put that shit in some bags and
get the fuck up outta here.
What the fuck, dude?
Don't be a fucking
pussy, it's just the wind.
Hey, Malone, you
crazy son of a bitch,
don't do anything stupid.
Rock and roll, motherfucker.
Come on, come on,
what are you doing?
Jesus, shit.
Come on.
Big M?
Hey, man, you okay?
Yo, I said, are you okay, man?
You know
what, DeShawn?
I think I'm gonna
start to like it here.
Hey, you
sure you're okay?
Home sweet home.
This is for you, Julia.
Rah!
Do it, Detective.
Do it now.
Good riddance, let's
get ourselves some more.
Hey,
can we score some of that
Amityville Possession weed?