Don't Let Her In (2021) - full transcript
When an attractive young couple rents out a room in their spacious loft to an eccentric, beautiful female artist, they soon live to regret it. Slowly but surely, their seductive new tenant invades their minds, their beds, the very fabric of their lives.
(shimmering music)
(bats screeching)
(shimmering music)
(wolf howls)
(tinkling music)
(soft, eerie music)
(soft, eerie music continues)
(gentle music)
(doorbell buzzes)
- [Woman On Speaker] Serena?
- Yeah, hi.
- I'll be right down.
Serena.
- Hi.
- Amber.
Come on in.
(door thuds)
(elevator whirs)
We could take the stairs,
but this is slower.
Old school.
More fun this way.
(elevator whirs)
All right, here we are.
Go ahead.
- Wow.
Cool space.
- So we're saving up money
to buy more furniture,
but I still think it's
super comfortable.
Here, let's sit down.
Do you want water, a glass
of wine, anything like that?
Okay.
- I hope you're okay with weed.
This is a pot-friendly
household.
- [Serena] I am
okay with whatever.
- Serena, this is
my boyfriend Ben.
Babe, don't scare her off.
- Nice to meet you, Ben.
- Hey, likewise.
- Okay, so look, we've
never had a housemate
or been, like, landlords before,
so forgive me if
I'm, like, scattered.
But you seem really cool,
so why don't I show you around,
and, if you're into
it, then we can
do all the business stuff after.
- However you wanna do it,
but I'm definitely into it.
- Cool.
- [Ben] Business, that's
your department, babe.
- Thanks.
Great, let me show you around.
So we have the kitchen
over here, obviously, duh.
But Ben is a little
bit of a clean freak.
- [Serena] Oh, don't worry,
I'm a clean freak, too.
- Did you hear that, baby?
- [Ben] Awesome.
(discordant guitar buzzing)
This is where Ben makes noise.
- But I can use headphones
whenever you're around.
- Don't worry about it.
I'm out of the house
most of the day,
visiting clients.
- Clients, really,
what do you do?
- I create art pieces,
little gem-filled bowls,
tailored to my clients' needs,
based on the metaphysical
properties of gemstones
and essential oils and spices.
(discordant guitar buzzing)
I know it sounds weird, but
people pay big money for them.
- Wow, no, it sounds amazing.
And this is my space.
(soft, creaking music)
- [Serena] You're
an artist, too.
- Oh, I wish.
No, I make poster art
for these goody,
low-budget horror films.
People can pay good money
for them, just not to me.
To the celebrities at
the horror conventions
that autograph them.
- I love horror films.
I googled you, I know your work.
- Wow, really?
That's funny.
This is a personal
project of mine.
I'm animating with
salt, but I've only shot
like 10 frames of it so far.
- Salt has really powerful
metaphysical properties.
- Really?
I use it because it's cheap.
(low, foreboding music)
That is our room, not
presentable at the moment.
And this would be your room.
- Wow.
- It's a really cool space.
Plus, the neighborhood is great,
once you figure out
which streets to avoid.
So, I have to ask, where
are you living now?
Why are you moving?
And can I get a recommendation
from a previous landlord?
- Well, my situation is
a little complicated.
I was living with my boyfriend,
soon to be ex-boyfriend, and
I'm bringing up with him,
and I needed to do it
as soon as possible.
- Okay, well, what about
a friend or a client,
like anyone who
could vouch for you?
- My clients are
all super private,
and all of my friends
are my clients,
so I can't really,
but I can pay you guys
nine months in advance.
Thank you so much, Amber.
I really love this place.
And I promise not to burden
you with my boyfriend drama.
- Oh, please, don't
even worry about it.
I have had my share of
shitty breakups, trust me.
- It's just such perfect timing.
He's out of town for a week.
My friends are gonna
help me move in,
and he won't have a
clue where I've gone.
(door creaks)
- Hey, can I ask you a question.
- Sure.
- Well, it seems like
you know a lot of people,
and you can obviously
afford the rent,
so why do you wanna
live downtown?
- I think I just wanted
to get as far away
from my old life
as I possibly can.
And I like you, I
like the vibe here.
It's conducive to creating art.
I promise I will be
a good housemate.
And we can inspire each other.
- [Amber] I like that.
All right, well, I'll
see you tomorrow.
- [Serena] Mm hmm.
(door creaks)
- She seems cool, right?
- Yeah, for a New Age nerd girl.
(soft, eerie music)
- It's so nice.
Oh, yeah, totally beautiful.
- I'll see you Monday, babe.
- I hope you're not
leaving 'cause of me.
- [Ben] Nah, we have a
couple gigs up the coast.
- Wow.
- It's nothing fancy.
You know, band in a van,
McDonald's and Taco Bell.
- What's the name of your band?
- The Cocklear Implants,
spelled C-O-C-K, 'cause
we stimulate the ear.
Also, our cocks are more
cockly than the other bands.
- That's funny.
- Welcome to the 'hood.
- [Serena] Thanks!
(soft, mystical music)
- Wow, these are beautiful.
- They're more than
just beautiful.
Each stone has its own
metaphysical powers.
You know the esoteric
properties of amber, don't you?
- Actually, I don't.
- Amber attracts good luck.
It transmutes negativity
into positive energy.
Careful.
(soft, mystical music)
Careful with that!
That's the most
valuable thing I own.
It's thousands of years old.
It was a gift from my ex.
- Kind of a freaky-looking gift.
- That's why I love it.
It's pretty out there.
- Right, well, I'll
let you settle in.
If you wanna hang out later,
there's this really
good takeout Thai place
around the corner.
- Sounds great.
Thank you so much.
(skittering, foreboding music)
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
(Serena speaking in
strange language continues)
- Serena?
What are you doing there?
- It's a surprise.
- Were you like
chanting or something?
- Chanting?
No, I was just singing
while I worked.
Sorry, I do that.
- What is that?
(ominous music)
Oh, wow, it's beautiful.
Wow, and it smells so good.
Thank you.
- Black moonstone
for new beginnings,
amethyst and malachite
for empowerment
of female energies and wisdom,
spices and feathers
to lift our desires
in the air like
incense lifts prayers.
(ominous music)
(Serena groans)
Oh my God.
- Jesus!
(Serena laughs)
- What do you want, Amber?
What do you really
want from life?
- Hmm, I want to be an
artist and I wanna be happy.
And I wanna have
kids, eventually.
Not right now.
Yeah, what do you want?
- Pretty much the same.
Artist, happy, money.
Don't need a man.
Maybe one child.
But I hate the idea
of being pregnant,
so if it does happen, I'd
probably wanna hire a surrogate.
- Mm, yeah.
- Or marry a woman.
- Ah, good idea.
- Mm hmm, I'm telling ya.
(woman on TV moans)
(soft, eerie music)
Good morning.
- Hey!
You're an early bird.
- I hope that's okay.
I didn't wake you, did I?
- No.
- Cheers.
- Mm, what is this?
- Secret formula, for
health and creativity.
- Huh.
(phone buzzes)
Hello?
Yes, this is she.
Yeah.
Of course.
Okay.
Thank you.
Thank you, yeah, bye.
Weird.
- What?
- I just got the
most amazing job.
- That is fantastic.
- Doing a poster for an
exhibition of your art.
You don't have to
do that, you know.
- I didn't do anything.
I just told the gallery
owner that I'd moved in
with an interesting
young poster artist.
The job was their idea.
- Well, cheers to that.
- To new beginnings.
(glasses clink)
- Looks like your
housewarming gift is working.
- They always do.
(skittering, ominous music)
- All right, so I'm gonna start
with some still photographs,
and then I'm gonna take
it all into Photoshop
and sort of manipulate them.
It might take me a couple weeks,
but I think we're
gonna get something
that's totally classic and out
there all at the same time.
- I trust you.
Smile or no smile?
- Don't do anything.
Just think crazy thoughts.
(camera clicks)
(soft, mysterious music)
(camera clicks)
(eerie, creepy music)
(dramatic, tense music)
(skittering, eerie music)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(Amber gasps)
(demon screeches)
(demon roars)
(Amber gasps)
- Amber?
Amber, what's going on?
Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, I was
having a really weird dream.
- You scared the hell out of me.
- I should probably tell you,
I have this anxiety disorder,
an overactive imagination,
and it's been better lately.
I've been off my
meds for a year,
but I still get these
really intense nightmares.
- About what?
- I don't know, I
can't remember them.
They fade so fast.
It's like these bits
and pieces of my life
all jumbled up into
this freaky dream.
I'm sorry if I woke you.
- Don't worry about it.
Here, go back to sleep.
I'll protect you.
(soft, droning music)
Morning.
- Oh my God!
I'm so embarrassed. (chuckles)
- Don't be.
My sister gets
nightmares all the time.
And crawling into bed with you,
I promise, is not gonna
be a regular thing.
Unless you want it to be.
(moody music)
(demon roars)
(Amber chuckles)
- Hey, guys!
I'm back!
- Hey, baby.
(popcorn crunches)
- Whoa, whoa, it stinks in here.
- It doesn't stink in here.
If anything stinks,
it's your dirty laundry.
- No, babe, it smells like
something died in here.
What the fuck, man?
- What?
(eerie, foreboding music)
- What the hell is that?
- It's Serena's art.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
- It's a gift for the house,
for good luck and
new beginnings.
- Smells good, huh?
- Yeah, weird.
(gentle music)
- How was the trip?
- Not bad.
Played for some new
people, sold some merch.
Want a T-shirt?
- [Serena] Sure.
(soft, droning music)
- Looks good on you, man.
Let me snap one for Instagram.
- No!
No social media.
- It's cool, babe.
She's laying low
from an ex-boyfriend.
- Oh, okay, I get it.
No problem, man, sorry.
- Serena seems kinda
weird, don't you think?
- No, man, she seems cool.
I thought you liked her.
- I do, but she
is kinda strange.
Just watch your step around her.
- Aw, babe, are you jealous?
- No.
I don't care what you do.
- Come here, you.
- Mm mm, not right now.
Let's do it in the morning.
Come on, I'm exhausted.
I feel like I took a downer.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(dark music)
(skittering, eerie music)
- Shh.
(dark music)
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
(dark music)
(Ben moans)
(Serena screeches)
(Ben moans)
(Ben gasps)
(Serena gibbers)
(Ben sighs)
- Babe?
You here?
Amber!
Fuck!
(dark music)
(Ben knocks)
Knock knock.
- Oh, hi.
Come in.
- Have you seen Amber?
- She went to the store.
(Ben sighs)
Don't worry, she
doesn't know about us.
- Wow, so we really?
Okay, man, we can't
be doing that, okay?
I need you to help me.
I'm weak when it comes
to beautiful women.
- Relax.
It's fun for us to
have a little secret.
(tense music)
- Okay, but what was that?
'Cause I never came like
that intense like ever.
What were you doing?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Wouldn't you
like to know what?
- Ben was just asking
me what you told me
about your relationship.
- Oh, come on, only good
things, right, baby?
Come on, I got breakfast things.
(dark music)
- Hey, what's that green
moldy shit in the blender?
You forget to wash it again?
Whoa.
Cool, what is this?
- Serena got me a gig doing
a poster for an exhibition.
Sounds classy, huh?
- Wow, Serena looks
freaking amazing.
- [Amber] She does, doesn't she?
- I heard that.
And that green moldy shit
is an expensive blend
of herbs and
mushrooms handcrafted
to promote health
and creativity.
Finish it.
Maybe you'll write a hit song.
- Yeah, no thanks.
I drink green shit once a
year on St. Paddy's Day.
- Wow, you look sharp.
- New client.
Wish me luck.
- [Amber] Good luck!
- And I didn't
get Amber the job.
She got it on her own merit.
And I do look amazing.
- I see the way you look at her.
- (sighs) Come on, Amber.
Don't be crazy.
- Look, I know you sleep around
when you're on the road, okay?
- What, no, who told you that?
- But if you fuck her, that
would be really, really bad.
- Babe, it is not gonna happen.
I swear to God.
(guitar buzzes)
(phone rings)
Hello?
Yeah, this is Ben.
Oh, hey, yeah, yeah, of
course I've heard of you.
What's up?
(tense, eerie music)
Goddamn, goddamn!
Goddamn!
- Ben?
- Goddamn!
- Ben, what's wrong?
- This indie label,
Ear Shot Records,
they just offered
us a record deal!
- Oh my God, that's amazing!
- Plus a four week tour
opening for their hottest act.
- That's amazing,
when do you leave?
- Leaving today.
- Today, really?
- Come on, Amber,
this is amazing news!
Don't make this a bummer!
- No, no, it is, it is,
I'm happy for you, I am.
I was just looking forward
to having you around
for a little bit.
- I mean, do you
wanna come with?
Actually, the bus is full.
I gotta go call the band.
(dark music)
See you in a few weeks, babe.
- Yeah.
- Okay, we can FaceTime
every night, if you want.
- Oh, please, I have
better things to do
than watch you jerk off.
- Hey, don't underestimate
the beauty of self-defilement.
- What's this about
self-defilement?
- Don't ask, it's stupid.
- What's wrong?
You're not taking
off again, are you?
- We're taking
off big time, man.
Amber will fill you
in on the good news,
and I'll see you in a month.
Love you, babe.
- Don't worry.
I'll take good
care of your girl.
- Awesome, see ya.
Let's go, baby!
Go, go!
(van cranks)
- You know when you love someone
and you see them in this
certain ideal light?
Then, one day, that
light just sort of shifts
just like a tiny
bit, and you realize
that maybe they
weren't who you thought
they were or who you
were hoping they'd be.
Does that make sense?
- Ben.
- I feel like he
cares about his music
more than me sometimes.
- It took you that
long to realize that?
He's an artist,
he can't help it.
You wouldn't wanna
take that away
from him, though, would you?
- No.
But I wish I could change
it just like a tiny bit.
- You sound like a
pouty little girlfriend.
You don't need a man
to make you feel happy.
You're an artist, too.
Pour yourself into
your own work.
- Yeah, you're right.
Thank you.
Okay, I think I'm
gonna go for a walk.
- You want company?
- No, no, I'm good.
I'm just gonna smoke
some weed, clear my head.
Thank you.
(dark, tense music)
(dramatic music)
(elevator whirs)
(dark, tense music)
Oh my God.
There's this really
weird guy outside.
- Elias.
- He's been watching
our building.
- I promise, that
won't happen again.
- How can you promise that?
He knows where we live, Serena!
- I'll tell him something
that will make him stay away.
(dark, tense music)
- Wow, your eyes are
so magnetic and alive.
I can't stop staring at them.
- The camera gazes
into your soul.
I yield that power to
a select few artists.
- It's getting kinda late.
God, we've been at this forever.
We should probably go
to bed soon, right?
(droning, soft music)
(dramatic, dark music)
(Amber moans)
(Serena gibbers)
(Amber moans)
(Amber pants)
Oh my God, that was. (pants)
- Shh, sleep.
(Amber pants)
(dark, drowsy music)
(Serena gibbers)
(blender whirs)
(soft music)
- Hey.
- Good morning.
- So, things aren't
gonna be, like,
totally weird between
us now, are they?
- Weird, why would it be weird?
We're both consenting adults.
It was good, though, right?
- Yeah, it was good.
I mean, it was the
most intense like, pow,
that I've ever felt.
What were you doing down there?
- Tickling your soul,
the reservoir of
infinite joy and ecstasy.
It's an ancient technique.
- Wow, well, I'll have
to learn that one.
But, seriously, you
cannot tell Ben.
I mean, you have to
swear he won't find out.
- Amber, come on.
You're not feeling
guilty about it, are you?
I mean, for Ben's sake?
I fucked Ben before
I fucked you.
- You fucked Ben?
- That's not what I said.
- What?
- I said you should fuck
Ben before he fucks you.
- Oh.
- Here, cheers.
- Thanks.
What's in these, anyway?
Because it makes me fart
like a butt trumpet.
- It's a good thing.
It's your body
expelling evil essences.
- [Amber] Ah.
(dark music)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(Serena chanting in
strange language continues)
(dark music)
- Hey, babe, what's up?
- Hey, how's it
going over there?
- It's going fantastic!
People are really digging us!
- [Serena] Damn it!
- What is it?
- Stay here, don't come out!
No matter what you hear.
- What I hear?
- What, what's going on?
No, no, take me with you,
just hold the camera steady.
(dark, tense music)
- Oh my God, it's her
ex-boyfriend again.
- [Ben] Turn the phone
around, let me see.
(dark, tense music)
- [Serena] Elias, I told
you to stay away from me!
I told you!
(Serena speaks in
strange language)
- Jesus, do you hear that?
(Serena speaks in
strange language)
- [Ben] What?
- Serena, she's going crazy,
like talking in tongues.
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
- Babe, I can't hear anything.
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
Put me out the window.
Just don't drop me.
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
- There, do you hear that?
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
- [Ben] No, all I hear is you.
- [Serena] Get the
fuck away from us!
(tense, dramatic music)
- Oh, fuck.
- [Ben] What is it?
- I think I need to
get back on my meds.
I'm hearing things, just
having crazy thoughts.
- [Ben] Babe, let's talk
about that when I get back.
(soft music)
(dark, dramatic music)
- She's coming back.
Okay, I gotta go,
but I promise, Ben,
I will keep it together, okay?
Bye.
- [Ben] Wait, what?
(elevator whirs)
- That was amazing.
Seriously, I wish I
had been filming that
instead of FaceTiming Ben.
- Glad you heard it.
- What were you yelling at him?
It sounded like
Greek or something.
- Words he needed to hear.
He won't be
bothering us anymore.
(dark music)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(keyboard clacks)
(dark music)
- [Mysterious Voice] Amber.
(dark, tense music)
Amber.
(dark, tense music)
- Hi.
- Hey.
(dark music)
- Am I disturbing you?
- No, I can't sleep.
Come on in.
(soft, dark music)
(Amber moans)
(dark music)
Ow!
Serena, what the fuck?
- You're pregnant.
- What?
No, no, I'm not,
I'm on the pill.
- Trust me, you're pregnant.
(bell tolls)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
- Ben is gonna freak out.
- Don't be so negative,
this is exciting.
This is what you wanted, right?
- Yeah, I wanted it,
but not this soon.
- Well, life is
full of surprises.
(dark, tolling music)
This is for strength
and creativity.
Drink up.
You're eating for two now.
(dark, tolling music)
That'll hold you til lunch.
I have an appointment, but I
will be back in a few hours.
Bye.
- See ya.
- [Serena] Bye.
(dark, tense music)
- I miss you, Ben, I
wish you were here.
- I miss you, too, babe.
Hey, how's Serena doing?
- She's fine.
Hey, you have a couple
days off next week.
How about you fly home?
I'll buy the ticket.
- I can't do that, babe.
You know, I gotta be
here for PR and shit.
(Amber sighs)
Come on, don't go Yoko on me.
- Fine, whatever, I'll see
you when I see you, I guess.
- Hey, don't be mad.
(dark music)
(Amber farts)
(Amber groans)
(Amber groans)
(stomach gurgles)
(Amber farts)
(stomach gurgles)
(Amber groans)
(stomach gurgles)
(people chanting in
strange language)
- Ben?
(people chanting in
strange language)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(Serena roars)
(tense, dark music)
(bowl thuds)
(tense, dark music)
Serena!
Serena?
(tense, dark music)
(phone rings)
- Hey, babe, what's up?
Hey, I can't really
talk right now.
We're filming a video.
- Where are you, Ben?
- Morrow Bay.
Why, what's up?
- I need you to come home.
I need you to come
home right now.
- Amber, come on, man,
we talked about this.
- No, there's something
demonic going on.
Serena, she's not
who she says she is.
- For fuck's sake,
Amber, just go to Kyser
and get back on your meds.
- She's really
freaking me out, Ben.
I think she wants
to hurt our baby.
- What?
Amber, are you hallucinating?
We don't have a baby.
- Yes, we do, we do now,
our baby, growing inside me.
- Holy shit!
Amber, Jesus, I
mean, that's crazy!
I thought you were on the pill.
- I was, and I wanted to
tell you face to face,
but I guess we're one
of the 9% that slips
through the cracks.
- Okay, I mean
holy fucking hell!
Okay, we can do this!
Okay, you know, I mean
a lot of responsibility
is gonna fall on you at first.
You know, until we
can afford a nanny.
I'm gonna be on the
road building the band.
Hold on, hold on,
Serena wants to what?
- She's freaking me out.
She's acting so weird.
- Weird like how?
- She's been chanting
in her bedroom,
and she carries this
giant knife around.
It looks like it's out
of "Lord of the Rings."
- I mean, that's not weird.
She's just a
gothed-out nerd, babe.
- And she keeps feeding
me that green drink.
It's making me
sick to my stomach.
I think it's poison.
- You should know
better than to be
drinking that green shit.
Okay, but, hey, everything's
gonna be fine, babe.
You're gonna be fine.
Just tell her to back off.
- This isn't funny,
Ben, it's not a joke.
I found one of her
weird voodoo bowls
in my underwear
drawer this morning.
- Okay, yeah, that's
kind of creepy.
- Yeah, and you know
what else is creepy?
She told me that she fucked you
while I was laying there asleep.
- What?
Okay, that's bullshit, okay?
That did not happen, I swear.
- Yeah, okay, well guess what?
I fucked her, too.
And now everything's
really fucked up
and I just need
you to come home.
Come home now.
I will see you
when you get here.
- Hold on, no, no, no, babe.
(dark, tense music)
- [Mysterious Voice] Amber.
(dark, tense music)
- What do you want from us?
- I want what belongs to me.
- What are you talking about?
- Serena stole from me.
Something precious and
infinitely malignant.
Return it to me, and
balance will be restored.
- Look, whatever is going
on between you and Serena,
I want no part of it.
- A stone figurine,
an idol of a demon.
You've seen it.
- This is crazy.
Get away from me or
I'm calling the cops!
- Only you can save the
world from eternal darkness.
Seize the idol,
and bring it to me.
I'll reward you well.
- Wait!
Tell me what the actual
fuck is going on here.
- The less you know, the
stronger you will be.
Your friend Serena is
possessed by a demon.
- A demon?
- Lay salt across
your thresholds.
An unbroken line of salt
will hold it at bay.
Now, bring the idol to
me as quick as you can.
And I swear to you,
all will be forgiven.
(dramatic music)
(door creaks)
(dark, tense music)
- What did you tell her?
- Nothing, I swear.
- You dare betray me?
- No, Serena!
(Serena growls)
(Elias groans)
(elevator whirs)
(tense music)
(Serena growls)
(dark, tense music)
(elevator whirs)
- What's going on?
(tense music)
Are you okay?
Amber.
Hey, talk to me.
(salt crunches)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
Amber, what is wrong?
(Amber whimpers)
Open the door.
- [Amber] Stay away from me!
Help, somebody, help!
(tense music)
- Open the door,
you fucking bitch!
(dark, tense music)
- Get out of my house!
I know what you are!
(tense, exciting music)
(Serena gibbers)
(tense, exciting music)
(phone rings)
- [Ben Voiceover]
Hey, it's Ben, hit me.
- Ben, Ben, it's me, please,
please, call me, please!
- You fucking cunt.
Return what you stole from me
or I'll rip the
child from your womb
and stuff it down your throat!
- [Operator Voiceover]
911, what's your emergency?
- [Serena] No one can help you.
Give me the idol or suffer.
(tense music)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(Serena shouting in
strange language)
(discordant music)
(Serena chanting)
(Amber screams)
(elevator whirs)
(Serena pants)
- What the fuck?
Amber?
Babe, are you in here?
Amber!
(tense music)
Serena, where's Amber?
- She's in her room,
acting really strange.
She locked the door
and won't come out.
- Oh, Jesus.
Amber?
What's going on, babe?
(tense music)
Amber, come on, open the door.
- Ben?
Ben, don't listen to her!
Don't listen to
her, she's a demon!
- See what I mean?
She's delusional.
- Fuck you, Serena, you're
a demon and you know it!
- Amber, calm down.
We're trying to help you.
- Babe, chill out, okay?
I'm gonna get the key.
- No, Ben, no, no, no, no, no!
No, please, please,
don't, Ben, please!
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
(Ben gasps)
- We need to calm her down.
We can't take her to
the hospital like this.
(tense, dark music)
- Amber, babe, I'm
gonna unlock the door.
- No, no, Ben, call the
police, call a priest!
She's a demon!
(lock rattles)
- Amber, relax, man.
I'm gonna help you.
(door creaks)
(dramatic music)
- Ben, get in quick, quick,
but don't mess up the salt.
- What?
Come on, Amber, this is crazy!
Come on, babe, let's
call an ambulance.
(tense music)
- She wants to hurt our baby.
- It's not your
baby, it's my baby.
(Amber gasps)
My egg, your seed, Amber's womb.
- Ben!
(Serena screeches)
No, no, no, no, no!
(Ben shouts)
(salt crunches)
(Serena gibbers)
(tense music)
(Serena screeches)
- [Serena] This is the
blade for the sacrifice
and (indistinct) our child.
(Serena gibbers)
- Take it, take it,
just leave us alone!
(Serena gibbers)
(tense music)
(knife thunks)
(Serena whimpers)
(black mist whooshes)
(dark music)
(Serena gasps)
- Amber, what the fuck,
what the fuck, man?
(Amber wheezes)
(dark music)
Oh my God, she's dead, man.
- Calm yourself.
Celebrate the sacrificial lamb.
- What are you talking about?
We've have to call the cops.
- No!
No.
- We have a dead
body in our bedroom.
We're fucked, man.
- I'll take care of it.
(dark music)
- Amber, what's wrong with you?
(dark music)
Amber, what the fuck!
Amber.
Amber, what the fuck!
Oh my God, no!
(Serena's body crunches)
(Amber growls)
Don't do that, Amber!
Amber, what the fuck?
- We're having a baby, Ben.
I'm feeding for two.
(dark music)
(Serena's body crunches)
(dark, eerie music)
(Serena gibbers)
(stamp pounds)
(dark, eerie music)
(dark, eerie music continues)
(bats screeching)
(shimmering music)
(wolf howls)
(tinkling music)
(soft, eerie music)
(soft, eerie music continues)
(gentle music)
(doorbell buzzes)
- [Woman On Speaker] Serena?
- Yeah, hi.
- I'll be right down.
Serena.
- Hi.
- Amber.
Come on in.
(door thuds)
(elevator whirs)
We could take the stairs,
but this is slower.
Old school.
More fun this way.
(elevator whirs)
All right, here we are.
Go ahead.
- Wow.
Cool space.
- So we're saving up money
to buy more furniture,
but I still think it's
super comfortable.
Here, let's sit down.
Do you want water, a glass
of wine, anything like that?
Okay.
- I hope you're okay with weed.
This is a pot-friendly
household.
- [Serena] I am
okay with whatever.
- Serena, this is
my boyfriend Ben.
Babe, don't scare her off.
- Nice to meet you, Ben.
- Hey, likewise.
- Okay, so look, we've
never had a housemate
or been, like, landlords before,
so forgive me if
I'm, like, scattered.
But you seem really cool,
so why don't I show you around,
and, if you're into
it, then we can
do all the business stuff after.
- However you wanna do it,
but I'm definitely into it.
- Cool.
- [Ben] Business, that's
your department, babe.
- Thanks.
Great, let me show you around.
So we have the kitchen
over here, obviously, duh.
But Ben is a little
bit of a clean freak.
- [Serena] Oh, don't worry,
I'm a clean freak, too.
- Did you hear that, baby?
- [Ben] Awesome.
(discordant guitar buzzing)
This is where Ben makes noise.
- But I can use headphones
whenever you're around.
- Don't worry about it.
I'm out of the house
most of the day,
visiting clients.
- Clients, really,
what do you do?
- I create art pieces,
little gem-filled bowls,
tailored to my clients' needs,
based on the metaphysical
properties of gemstones
and essential oils and spices.
(discordant guitar buzzing)
I know it sounds weird, but
people pay big money for them.
- Wow, no, it sounds amazing.
And this is my space.
(soft, creaking music)
- [Serena] You're
an artist, too.
- Oh, I wish.
No, I make poster art
for these goody,
low-budget horror films.
People can pay good money
for them, just not to me.
To the celebrities at
the horror conventions
that autograph them.
- I love horror films.
I googled you, I know your work.
- Wow, really?
That's funny.
This is a personal
project of mine.
I'm animating with
salt, but I've only shot
like 10 frames of it so far.
- Salt has really powerful
metaphysical properties.
- Really?
I use it because it's cheap.
(low, foreboding music)
That is our room, not
presentable at the moment.
And this would be your room.
- Wow.
- It's a really cool space.
Plus, the neighborhood is great,
once you figure out
which streets to avoid.
So, I have to ask, where
are you living now?
Why are you moving?
And can I get a recommendation
from a previous landlord?
- Well, my situation is
a little complicated.
I was living with my boyfriend,
soon to be ex-boyfriend, and
I'm bringing up with him,
and I needed to do it
as soon as possible.
- Okay, well, what about
a friend or a client,
like anyone who
could vouch for you?
- My clients are
all super private,
and all of my friends
are my clients,
so I can't really,
but I can pay you guys
nine months in advance.
Thank you so much, Amber.
I really love this place.
And I promise not to burden
you with my boyfriend drama.
- Oh, please, don't
even worry about it.
I have had my share of
shitty breakups, trust me.
- It's just such perfect timing.
He's out of town for a week.
My friends are gonna
help me move in,
and he won't have a
clue where I've gone.
(door creaks)
- Hey, can I ask you a question.
- Sure.
- Well, it seems like
you know a lot of people,
and you can obviously
afford the rent,
so why do you wanna
live downtown?
- I think I just wanted
to get as far away
from my old life
as I possibly can.
And I like you, I
like the vibe here.
It's conducive to creating art.
I promise I will be
a good housemate.
And we can inspire each other.
- [Amber] I like that.
All right, well, I'll
see you tomorrow.
- [Serena] Mm hmm.
(door creaks)
- She seems cool, right?
- Yeah, for a New Age nerd girl.
(soft, eerie music)
- It's so nice.
Oh, yeah, totally beautiful.
- I'll see you Monday, babe.
- I hope you're not
leaving 'cause of me.
- [Ben] Nah, we have a
couple gigs up the coast.
- Wow.
- It's nothing fancy.
You know, band in a van,
McDonald's and Taco Bell.
- What's the name of your band?
- The Cocklear Implants,
spelled C-O-C-K, 'cause
we stimulate the ear.
Also, our cocks are more
cockly than the other bands.
- That's funny.
- Welcome to the 'hood.
- [Serena] Thanks!
(soft, mystical music)
- Wow, these are beautiful.
- They're more than
just beautiful.
Each stone has its own
metaphysical powers.
You know the esoteric
properties of amber, don't you?
- Actually, I don't.
- Amber attracts good luck.
It transmutes negativity
into positive energy.
Careful.
(soft, mystical music)
Careful with that!
That's the most
valuable thing I own.
It's thousands of years old.
It was a gift from my ex.
- Kind of a freaky-looking gift.
- That's why I love it.
It's pretty out there.
- Right, well, I'll
let you settle in.
If you wanna hang out later,
there's this really
good takeout Thai place
around the corner.
- Sounds great.
Thank you so much.
(skittering, foreboding music)
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
(Serena speaking in
strange language continues)
- Serena?
What are you doing there?
- It's a surprise.
- Were you like
chanting or something?
- Chanting?
No, I was just singing
while I worked.
Sorry, I do that.
- What is that?
(ominous music)
Oh, wow, it's beautiful.
Wow, and it smells so good.
Thank you.
- Black moonstone
for new beginnings,
amethyst and malachite
for empowerment
of female energies and wisdom,
spices and feathers
to lift our desires
in the air like
incense lifts prayers.
(ominous music)
(Serena groans)
Oh my God.
- Jesus!
(Serena laughs)
- What do you want, Amber?
What do you really
want from life?
- Hmm, I want to be an
artist and I wanna be happy.
And I wanna have
kids, eventually.
Not right now.
Yeah, what do you want?
- Pretty much the same.
Artist, happy, money.
Don't need a man.
Maybe one child.
But I hate the idea
of being pregnant,
so if it does happen, I'd
probably wanna hire a surrogate.
- Mm, yeah.
- Or marry a woman.
- Ah, good idea.
- Mm hmm, I'm telling ya.
(woman on TV moans)
(soft, eerie music)
Good morning.
- Hey!
You're an early bird.
- I hope that's okay.
I didn't wake you, did I?
- No.
- Cheers.
- Mm, what is this?
- Secret formula, for
health and creativity.
- Huh.
(phone buzzes)
Hello?
Yes, this is she.
Yeah.
Of course.
Okay.
Thank you.
Thank you, yeah, bye.
Weird.
- What?
- I just got the
most amazing job.
- That is fantastic.
- Doing a poster for an
exhibition of your art.
You don't have to
do that, you know.
- I didn't do anything.
I just told the gallery
owner that I'd moved in
with an interesting
young poster artist.
The job was their idea.
- Well, cheers to that.
- To new beginnings.
(glasses clink)
- Looks like your
housewarming gift is working.
- They always do.
(skittering, ominous music)
- All right, so I'm gonna start
with some still photographs,
and then I'm gonna take
it all into Photoshop
and sort of manipulate them.
It might take me a couple weeks,
but I think we're
gonna get something
that's totally classic and out
there all at the same time.
- I trust you.
Smile or no smile?
- Don't do anything.
Just think crazy thoughts.
(camera clicks)
(soft, mysterious music)
(camera clicks)
(eerie, creepy music)
(dramatic, tense music)
(skittering, eerie music)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(Amber gasps)
(demon screeches)
(demon roars)
(Amber gasps)
- Amber?
Amber, what's going on?
Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, I was
having a really weird dream.
- You scared the hell out of me.
- I should probably tell you,
I have this anxiety disorder,
an overactive imagination,
and it's been better lately.
I've been off my
meds for a year,
but I still get these
really intense nightmares.
- About what?
- I don't know, I
can't remember them.
They fade so fast.
It's like these bits
and pieces of my life
all jumbled up into
this freaky dream.
I'm sorry if I woke you.
- Don't worry about it.
Here, go back to sleep.
I'll protect you.
(soft, droning music)
Morning.
- Oh my God!
I'm so embarrassed. (chuckles)
- Don't be.
My sister gets
nightmares all the time.
And crawling into bed with you,
I promise, is not gonna
be a regular thing.
Unless you want it to be.
(moody music)
(demon roars)
(Amber chuckles)
- Hey, guys!
I'm back!
- Hey, baby.
(popcorn crunches)
- Whoa, whoa, it stinks in here.
- It doesn't stink in here.
If anything stinks,
it's your dirty laundry.
- No, babe, it smells like
something died in here.
What the fuck, man?
- What?
(eerie, foreboding music)
- What the hell is that?
- It's Serena's art.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
- It's a gift for the house,
for good luck and
new beginnings.
- Smells good, huh?
- Yeah, weird.
(gentle music)
- How was the trip?
- Not bad.
Played for some new
people, sold some merch.
Want a T-shirt?
- [Serena] Sure.
(soft, droning music)
- Looks good on you, man.
Let me snap one for Instagram.
- No!
No social media.
- It's cool, babe.
She's laying low
from an ex-boyfriend.
- Oh, okay, I get it.
No problem, man, sorry.
- Serena seems kinda
weird, don't you think?
- No, man, she seems cool.
I thought you liked her.
- I do, but she
is kinda strange.
Just watch your step around her.
- Aw, babe, are you jealous?
- No.
I don't care what you do.
- Come here, you.
- Mm mm, not right now.
Let's do it in the morning.
Come on, I'm exhausted.
I feel like I took a downer.
Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(dark music)
(skittering, eerie music)
- Shh.
(dark music)
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
(dark music)
(Ben moans)
(Serena screeches)
(Ben moans)
(Ben gasps)
(Serena gibbers)
(Ben sighs)
- Babe?
You here?
Amber!
Fuck!
(dark music)
(Ben knocks)
Knock knock.
- Oh, hi.
Come in.
- Have you seen Amber?
- She went to the store.
(Ben sighs)
Don't worry, she
doesn't know about us.
- Wow, so we really?
Okay, man, we can't
be doing that, okay?
I need you to help me.
I'm weak when it comes
to beautiful women.
- Relax.
It's fun for us to
have a little secret.
(tense music)
- Okay, but what was that?
'Cause I never came like
that intense like ever.
What were you doing?
- Wouldn't you like to know?
- Wouldn't you
like to know what?
- Ben was just asking
me what you told me
about your relationship.
- Oh, come on, only good
things, right, baby?
Come on, I got breakfast things.
(dark music)
- Hey, what's that green
moldy shit in the blender?
You forget to wash it again?
Whoa.
Cool, what is this?
- Serena got me a gig doing
a poster for an exhibition.
Sounds classy, huh?
- Wow, Serena looks
freaking amazing.
- [Amber] She does, doesn't she?
- I heard that.
And that green moldy shit
is an expensive blend
of herbs and
mushrooms handcrafted
to promote health
and creativity.
Finish it.
Maybe you'll write a hit song.
- Yeah, no thanks.
I drink green shit once a
year on St. Paddy's Day.
- Wow, you look sharp.
- New client.
Wish me luck.
- [Amber] Good luck!
- And I didn't
get Amber the job.
She got it on her own merit.
And I do look amazing.
- I see the way you look at her.
- (sighs) Come on, Amber.
Don't be crazy.
- Look, I know you sleep around
when you're on the road, okay?
- What, no, who told you that?
- But if you fuck her, that
would be really, really bad.
- Babe, it is not gonna happen.
I swear to God.
(guitar buzzes)
(phone rings)
Hello?
Yeah, this is Ben.
Oh, hey, yeah, yeah, of
course I've heard of you.
What's up?
(tense, eerie music)
Goddamn, goddamn!
Goddamn!
- Ben?
- Goddamn!
- Ben, what's wrong?
- This indie label,
Ear Shot Records,
they just offered
us a record deal!
- Oh my God, that's amazing!
- Plus a four week tour
opening for their hottest act.
- That's amazing,
when do you leave?
- Leaving today.
- Today, really?
- Come on, Amber,
this is amazing news!
Don't make this a bummer!
- No, no, it is, it is,
I'm happy for you, I am.
I was just looking forward
to having you around
for a little bit.
- I mean, do you
wanna come with?
Actually, the bus is full.
I gotta go call the band.
(dark music)
See you in a few weeks, babe.
- Yeah.
- Okay, we can FaceTime
every night, if you want.
- Oh, please, I have
better things to do
than watch you jerk off.
- Hey, don't underestimate
the beauty of self-defilement.
- What's this about
self-defilement?
- Don't ask, it's stupid.
- What's wrong?
You're not taking
off again, are you?
- We're taking
off big time, man.
Amber will fill you
in on the good news,
and I'll see you in a month.
Love you, babe.
- Don't worry.
I'll take good
care of your girl.
- Awesome, see ya.
Let's go, baby!
Go, go!
(van cranks)
- You know when you love someone
and you see them in this
certain ideal light?
Then, one day, that
light just sort of shifts
just like a tiny
bit, and you realize
that maybe they
weren't who you thought
they were or who you
were hoping they'd be.
Does that make sense?
- Ben.
- I feel like he
cares about his music
more than me sometimes.
- It took you that
long to realize that?
He's an artist,
he can't help it.
You wouldn't wanna
take that away
from him, though, would you?
- No.
But I wish I could change
it just like a tiny bit.
- You sound like a
pouty little girlfriend.
You don't need a man
to make you feel happy.
You're an artist, too.
Pour yourself into
your own work.
- Yeah, you're right.
Thank you.
Okay, I think I'm
gonna go for a walk.
- You want company?
- No, no, I'm good.
I'm just gonna smoke
some weed, clear my head.
Thank you.
(dark, tense music)
(dramatic music)
(elevator whirs)
(dark, tense music)
Oh my God.
There's this really
weird guy outside.
- Elias.
- He's been watching
our building.
- I promise, that
won't happen again.
- How can you promise that?
He knows where we live, Serena!
- I'll tell him something
that will make him stay away.
(dark, tense music)
- Wow, your eyes are
so magnetic and alive.
I can't stop staring at them.
- The camera gazes
into your soul.
I yield that power to
a select few artists.
- It's getting kinda late.
God, we've been at this forever.
We should probably go
to bed soon, right?
(droning, soft music)
(dramatic, dark music)
(Amber moans)
(Serena gibbers)
(Amber moans)
(Amber pants)
Oh my God, that was. (pants)
- Shh, sleep.
(Amber pants)
(dark, drowsy music)
(Serena gibbers)
(blender whirs)
(soft music)
- Hey.
- Good morning.
- So, things aren't
gonna be, like,
totally weird between
us now, are they?
- Weird, why would it be weird?
We're both consenting adults.
It was good, though, right?
- Yeah, it was good.
I mean, it was the
most intense like, pow,
that I've ever felt.
What were you doing down there?
- Tickling your soul,
the reservoir of
infinite joy and ecstasy.
It's an ancient technique.
- Wow, well, I'll have
to learn that one.
But, seriously, you
cannot tell Ben.
I mean, you have to
swear he won't find out.
- Amber, come on.
You're not feeling
guilty about it, are you?
I mean, for Ben's sake?
I fucked Ben before
I fucked you.
- You fucked Ben?
- That's not what I said.
- What?
- I said you should fuck
Ben before he fucks you.
- Oh.
- Here, cheers.
- Thanks.
What's in these, anyway?
Because it makes me fart
like a butt trumpet.
- It's a good thing.
It's your body
expelling evil essences.
- [Amber] Ah.
(dark music)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(Serena chanting in
strange language continues)
(dark music)
- Hey, babe, what's up?
- Hey, how's it
going over there?
- It's going fantastic!
People are really digging us!
- [Serena] Damn it!
- What is it?
- Stay here, don't come out!
No matter what you hear.
- What I hear?
- What, what's going on?
No, no, take me with you,
just hold the camera steady.
(dark, tense music)
- Oh my God, it's her
ex-boyfriend again.
- [Ben] Turn the phone
around, let me see.
(dark, tense music)
- [Serena] Elias, I told
you to stay away from me!
I told you!
(Serena speaks in
strange language)
- Jesus, do you hear that?
(Serena speaks in
strange language)
- [Ben] What?
- Serena, she's going crazy,
like talking in tongues.
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
- Babe, I can't hear anything.
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
Put me out the window.
Just don't drop me.
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
- There, do you hear that?
(Serena speaking in
strange language)
- [Ben] No, all I hear is you.
- [Serena] Get the
fuck away from us!
(tense, dramatic music)
- Oh, fuck.
- [Ben] What is it?
- I think I need to
get back on my meds.
I'm hearing things, just
having crazy thoughts.
- [Ben] Babe, let's talk
about that when I get back.
(soft music)
(dark, dramatic music)
- She's coming back.
Okay, I gotta go,
but I promise, Ben,
I will keep it together, okay?
Bye.
- [Ben] Wait, what?
(elevator whirs)
- That was amazing.
Seriously, I wish I
had been filming that
instead of FaceTiming Ben.
- Glad you heard it.
- What were you yelling at him?
It sounded like
Greek or something.
- Words he needed to hear.
He won't be
bothering us anymore.
(dark music)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(keyboard clacks)
(dark music)
- [Mysterious Voice] Amber.
(dark, tense music)
Amber.
(dark, tense music)
- Hi.
- Hey.
(dark music)
- Am I disturbing you?
- No, I can't sleep.
Come on in.
(soft, dark music)
(Amber moans)
(dark music)
Ow!
Serena, what the fuck?
- You're pregnant.
- What?
No, no, I'm not,
I'm on the pill.
- Trust me, you're pregnant.
(bell tolls)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
- Ben is gonna freak out.
- Don't be so negative,
this is exciting.
This is what you wanted, right?
- Yeah, I wanted it,
but not this soon.
- Well, life is
full of surprises.
(dark, tolling music)
This is for strength
and creativity.
Drink up.
You're eating for two now.
(dark, tolling music)
That'll hold you til lunch.
I have an appointment, but I
will be back in a few hours.
Bye.
- See ya.
- [Serena] Bye.
(dark, tense music)
- I miss you, Ben, I
wish you were here.
- I miss you, too, babe.
Hey, how's Serena doing?
- She's fine.
Hey, you have a couple
days off next week.
How about you fly home?
I'll buy the ticket.
- I can't do that, babe.
You know, I gotta be
here for PR and shit.
(Amber sighs)
Come on, don't go Yoko on me.
- Fine, whatever, I'll see
you when I see you, I guess.
- Hey, don't be mad.
(dark music)
(Amber farts)
(Amber groans)
(Amber groans)
(stomach gurgles)
(Amber farts)
(stomach gurgles)
(Amber groans)
(stomach gurgles)
(people chanting in
strange language)
- Ben?
(people chanting in
strange language)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(Serena roars)
(tense, dark music)
(bowl thuds)
(tense, dark music)
Serena!
Serena?
(tense, dark music)
(phone rings)
- Hey, babe, what's up?
Hey, I can't really
talk right now.
We're filming a video.
- Where are you, Ben?
- Morrow Bay.
Why, what's up?
- I need you to come home.
I need you to come
home right now.
- Amber, come on, man,
we talked about this.
- No, there's something
demonic going on.
Serena, she's not
who she says she is.
- For fuck's sake,
Amber, just go to Kyser
and get back on your meds.
- She's really
freaking me out, Ben.
I think she wants
to hurt our baby.
- What?
Amber, are you hallucinating?
We don't have a baby.
- Yes, we do, we do now,
our baby, growing inside me.
- Holy shit!
Amber, Jesus, I
mean, that's crazy!
I thought you were on the pill.
- I was, and I wanted to
tell you face to face,
but I guess we're one
of the 9% that slips
through the cracks.
- Okay, I mean
holy fucking hell!
Okay, we can do this!
Okay, you know, I mean
a lot of responsibility
is gonna fall on you at first.
You know, until we
can afford a nanny.
I'm gonna be on the
road building the band.
Hold on, hold on,
Serena wants to what?
- She's freaking me out.
She's acting so weird.
- Weird like how?
- She's been chanting
in her bedroom,
and she carries this
giant knife around.
It looks like it's out
of "Lord of the Rings."
- I mean, that's not weird.
She's just a
gothed-out nerd, babe.
- And she keeps feeding
me that green drink.
It's making me
sick to my stomach.
I think it's poison.
- You should know
better than to be
drinking that green shit.
Okay, but, hey, everything's
gonna be fine, babe.
You're gonna be fine.
Just tell her to back off.
- This isn't funny,
Ben, it's not a joke.
I found one of her
weird voodoo bowls
in my underwear
drawer this morning.
- Okay, yeah, that's
kind of creepy.
- Yeah, and you know
what else is creepy?
She told me that she fucked you
while I was laying there asleep.
- What?
Okay, that's bullshit, okay?
That did not happen, I swear.
- Yeah, okay, well guess what?
I fucked her, too.
And now everything's
really fucked up
and I just need
you to come home.
Come home now.
I will see you
when you get here.
- Hold on, no, no, no, babe.
(dark, tense music)
- [Mysterious Voice] Amber.
(dark, tense music)
- What do you want from us?
- I want what belongs to me.
- What are you talking about?
- Serena stole from me.
Something precious and
infinitely malignant.
Return it to me, and
balance will be restored.
- Look, whatever is going
on between you and Serena,
I want no part of it.
- A stone figurine,
an idol of a demon.
You've seen it.
- This is crazy.
Get away from me or
I'm calling the cops!
- Only you can save the
world from eternal darkness.
Seize the idol,
and bring it to me.
I'll reward you well.
- Wait!
Tell me what the actual
fuck is going on here.
- The less you know, the
stronger you will be.
Your friend Serena is
possessed by a demon.
- A demon?
- Lay salt across
your thresholds.
An unbroken line of salt
will hold it at bay.
Now, bring the idol to
me as quick as you can.
And I swear to you,
all will be forgiven.
(dramatic music)
(door creaks)
(dark, tense music)
- What did you tell her?
- Nothing, I swear.
- You dare betray me?
- No, Serena!
(Serena growls)
(Elias groans)
(elevator whirs)
(tense music)
(Serena growls)
(dark, tense music)
(elevator whirs)
- What's going on?
(tense music)
Are you okay?
Amber.
Hey, talk to me.
(salt crunches)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
Amber, what is wrong?
(Amber whimpers)
Open the door.
- [Amber] Stay away from me!
Help, somebody, help!
(tense music)
- Open the door,
you fucking bitch!
(dark, tense music)
- Get out of my house!
I know what you are!
(tense, exciting music)
(Serena gibbers)
(tense, exciting music)
(phone rings)
- [Ben Voiceover]
Hey, it's Ben, hit me.
- Ben, Ben, it's me, please,
please, call me, please!
- You fucking cunt.
Return what you stole from me
or I'll rip the
child from your womb
and stuff it down your throat!
- [Operator Voiceover]
911, what's your emergency?
- [Serena] No one can help you.
Give me the idol or suffer.
(tense music)
(Serena chanting in
strange language)
(Serena shouting in
strange language)
(discordant music)
(Serena chanting)
(Amber screams)
(elevator whirs)
(Serena pants)
- What the fuck?
Amber?
Babe, are you in here?
Amber!
(tense music)
Serena, where's Amber?
- She's in her room,
acting really strange.
She locked the door
and won't come out.
- Oh, Jesus.
Amber?
What's going on, babe?
(tense music)
Amber, come on, open the door.
- Ben?
Ben, don't listen to her!
Don't listen to
her, she's a demon!
- See what I mean?
She's delusional.
- Fuck you, Serena, you're
a demon and you know it!
- Amber, calm down.
We're trying to help you.
- Babe, chill out, okay?
I'm gonna get the key.
- No, Ben, no, no, no, no, no!
No, please, please,
don't, Ben, please!
(tense music)
(dramatic music)
(Ben gasps)
- We need to calm her down.
We can't take her to
the hospital like this.
(tense, dark music)
- Amber, babe, I'm
gonna unlock the door.
- No, no, Ben, call the
police, call a priest!
She's a demon!
(lock rattles)
- Amber, relax, man.
I'm gonna help you.
(door creaks)
(dramatic music)
- Ben, get in quick, quick,
but don't mess up the salt.
- What?
Come on, Amber, this is crazy!
Come on, babe, let's
call an ambulance.
(tense music)
- She wants to hurt our baby.
- It's not your
baby, it's my baby.
(Amber gasps)
My egg, your seed, Amber's womb.
- Ben!
(Serena screeches)
No, no, no, no, no!
(Ben shouts)
(salt crunches)
(Serena gibbers)
(tense music)
(Serena screeches)
- [Serena] This is the
blade for the sacrifice
and (indistinct) our child.
(Serena gibbers)
- Take it, take it,
just leave us alone!
(Serena gibbers)
(tense music)
(knife thunks)
(Serena whimpers)
(black mist whooshes)
(dark music)
(Serena gasps)
- Amber, what the fuck,
what the fuck, man?
(Amber wheezes)
(dark music)
Oh my God, she's dead, man.
- Calm yourself.
Celebrate the sacrificial lamb.
- What are you talking about?
We've have to call the cops.
- No!
No.
- We have a dead
body in our bedroom.
We're fucked, man.
- I'll take care of it.
(dark music)
- Amber, what's wrong with you?
(dark music)
Amber, what the fuck!
Amber.
Amber, what the fuck!
Oh my God, no!
(Serena's body crunches)
(Amber growls)
Don't do that, Amber!
Amber, what the fuck?
- We're having a baby, Ben.
I'm feeding for two.
(dark music)
(Serena's body crunches)
(dark, eerie music)
(Serena gibbers)
(stamp pounds)
(dark, eerie music)
(dark, eerie music continues)