My Soul to Keep (2016) - full transcript
Siblings invite their friends to their newly inherited farmhouse only to become victims of a demonic ritual.
Subtitles by explosiveskull
- She's out.
- How?
I don't know.
♪ Does your butt hang low? ♪
♪ Do your boobs hang low? ♪
♪ Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot? ♪
♪ Can you tie 'em in a bow? ♪
I feel like we're back
in fifth grade.
♪ Like a continental soldier?
Do your boobs hang low? ♪
I can't take it anymore.
Would you please shut up?
- Thank you.
- Dicks!
♪ Does your dick hang low? ♪
♪ Does it wobble to and fro? ♪
♪ Can you tie it in a knot? ♪
♪ Can you tie it in a bow? ♪
♪ Can you throw it
over shoulder ♪
♪ Like a continental soldier? ♪
I fucking hate you twins.
Fucking X-Men mutants.
Farts.
♪ Does your fart hang low? ♪
Farts?
That's not even a thing.
Jesus Christ.
I will give you Aunt Mary
and my larger testicle
if you just shut up!
And deal.
Minus the testicle.
Boom, bitches.
What now? Oh, yeah.
Mm-hmm.
That's right. Oh, yeah.
Ooh, yeah, you like that.
Mmm, mmm, mwah.
How'd my ass taste
when it was passing you, Joshy?
I think
I'm gonna be sick.
Yeah, me too.
I'll never understand
how those two are together.
No, I think she really
means she's gonna be sick.
- Oh.
- Shit.
Just like old times.
- Josh, beer?
- Yeah.
No offense,
but your grandfather's place
is a dump.
- Brandon.
- Well, it is.
I'm not saying something
they don't know.
It's been a long time
since we've seen it.
At least ten years.
I remember jumping
on that trampoline for days.
It used to be
a happy place.
- And now?
- Told you, it's a dump.
And now it's our dump.
You better believe it.
To Pop Pop...
who was awesome enough to leave
this house to our parents,
who knew they weren't gonna do
shit with it,
and gave it to us.
To Pop Pop.
To Pop Pop.
Grace tells me
he drowned.
Yeah, looks like he
slipped in on the north side.
Never found the body.
What? You mean
he's still there?
- Yep.
- You're shitting me.
Hey, guys...
check this out.
It's like he's still here.
Maybe he is.
Whoo-ooh!
Weird.
Hey, yo, Josh?
What's the Wi-Fi password?
Don't have one, dude.
No reception either.
Aw, no vlogging
for Freddy.
How are he and his six
followers going to survive?
FYI, bitch-face,
I'm over 400 now, right?
Pretty soon, I'll have
more than you, DJ Asshat.
In your wildest
wet dreams, Freddy.
Whatever,
I'll just upload this shit
when we get back
to civilization.
Problem solved.
Except for this poor guy.
Think he's seen
better days, huh?
Aah! Aah! Josh!
Toby!
Hey, what's wrong?
It moved.
Something's in there.
Aah!
Oh, my God.
Brilliant reaction,
Toby. I loved it.
- Fuck, Freddy!
- Ow, Jesus.
I need a little bit more
from you next time.
- Turn that shit off.
- Whoo!
Take a look.
Any reason
the basement's on lockdown?
Oh, yeah, Pop Pop
was crazy like that.
He always kept it locked.
One time when Erin was eight,
she got stuck in there
by mistake.
I remember that.
She spent
- the whole night down there.
- Oh, brutal.
Trust me, you do not
want to get stuck down there.
Toby, shut up.
Toby, shut up.
- Knock it off.
- Toby.
Okay, next one.
And then Odysseus said,
"For Zeus had smitten
"my swift ship
with his bright thunderbolt,
"and it had shattered
in the mist
of the wine-dark sea."
Yeah.
Damn.
Damn. That's sick.
Yo, I want a photographic
memory, T.
Can you teach me?
How sweet would that be...
to be a god,
be like Zeus?
Zeus was a slut.
Perks of being
the All-father.
I'm just saying
you should aspire
to be someone higher
like Buddha or Yahweh.
Yo, they don't have
the fucking lightning bolts,
though.
"Thou art dead, Testicles."
Can I get a whoopeth-whoopeth?
- No.
- No.
Y'all suck.
My God.
He's... he's seriously
insane.
He's got scouts
watching the games now.
So he's really dedicated.
Fuck you.
"Scouts."
Hey.
What?
Oh!
What is the name
of the game?
Thumper!
Why do we play?
To get fucked up!
Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink!
- Whoo!
- Nice.
All right,
keep going, keep going.
Rodeo! Rodeo! Rodeo!
Shit.
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink!
What's the name of the game?
♪ La-la, la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la, la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la, la-la,
la-la, la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la, la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la,
la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la, la-la-la ♪
Fuck me.
All right, what is the
name of the game?
Thumper!
Whoo!
Ooh-ga-cha-ca.
What's with
the friggin' balloon?
It's the vibration.
It helps her feel the music.
Get off your ass,
douche bag.
You are a God.
- This is so cray-cray.
- Yeah.
I think the last time
we did this...
We were eight.
And now it is a tradition.
My cooch is a popsicle.
Holy shit.
We are definitely
not in Kansas anymore.
This is so not
like I remember it.
Why didn't we do this
in high school?
I don't know.
Sometimes you got to step away
from a perfect thing
to know
just how amazing it is.
Perfect thing, huh?
You know it.
Okay, here's
the billion-dollar question.
- Why am I with him?
- He's just so not you.
Jock, pretty boy, caveman,
steroid addict.
Beautiful, intelligent,
wonderful, awesome Wiccan girl.
A dark Wiccan girl.
Sorry.
I forgot.
Wiccans are nice witches
all into the Earth.
Dark Wiccans are into
what's below it.
- Still, it's a mismatch.
- I don't know.
Dark Wiccan girl
one-night stand
with jock, pretty boy
caveman leads
- to 103 one-night stands...
- Oh, no, I can't.
And counting.
You know, pretty soon
you're going to have
to start going
to his baseball games,
serving him protein shakes
in bed,
hanging with the ball wives
on the road!
Hurrah! Go, Brandon!
Kill me now.
Thank you.
You do realize
that there could be
someone out there that can
give you everything you want.
And being with jockstrap is
kind of hurting your chances.
Yeah, I know.
Sometimes I even wonder
why we're together.
I mean, he can be
an obnoxious jerk,
like, most of the time.
But...
I don't know.
He can be sweet,
and the bottom line is,
he cares about me
in his own way.
Oh, I don't know.
Whatever.
Until I can't handle it
anymore,
I am just gonna
enjoy the ride...
until I don't.
I just don't want you
to get hurt.
I know.
And I appreciate it.
Before I lay me
down to sleep,
I pray the Lord
my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord
my soul to take.
Amen.
Hey.
- Whoa!
- Oh, my God,
- oh, my God, oh, my God.
- Go, go, go, go, go!
I was just
in the bathroom, and...
Shh! It's okay.
It's okay.
It's just a blown fuse.
Where's the fuse box, dude?
Shit.
It's locked.
Where's the key?
If memory serves,
it's in here.
Hold this.
Ew. Oh.
Oh!
- Fuck!
- Jesus, what is that?
Something's rotting
down there.
Or someone.
Hey, guys,
I need the light here.
And the bat.
What the hell?
Just get to the fuse box.
Uh, guys?
Ow!
- Eww.
- Please tell me
this is just a sick game
of hopscotch.
It's a sick game
of hopscotch.
I don't think
your grandfather was losing it.
I think it was already lost.
- No kidding.
- Guys...
I know what this is.
Okay, so this...
this summoning portal
can summon a demon spirit
from the other side?
Not just any.
This spell book, or grimoire,
it names someone
specifically...
Beelzebub.
Ooh.
Now, he's one
of the seven princes of hell.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
Hey, this is ridiculous.
We have to jump on this.
There's another spell
here to summon his legion.
There's all these ordinances
and safeguards...
how they can't go
through barriers uninvited,
like locked doors
And the fact that there's
a circle of protection spell
to contain them
suggests
that all this is bad...
- Ooh...
- Like, really bad.
Oh, sweet.
Now we really got to try it.
No, it feels wrong.
The energy I'm feeling is bad.
We got to do this.
We're in the middle
of fucking nowhere.
- It's a no-brainer.
- But you heard her.
This is probably
an evil demon.
I say we live a little
and stop being pussies.
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ.
Come on,
this is all just bullshit.
We can't really conjure
a demon.
That's, like, Wes Craven shit.
Why is this bullshit?
I mean, if people believe
angels are real,
then why can't a demon be real?
Of course it's bullshit.
No offense, babe,
but we got to try this.
I mean, look,
I'm about to go pro.
This is my last chance to
do something crazy like this.
Yeah, you're so
fucking drunk, dude.
I am.
What do you think, Grace?
Well, like Brandon said,
I'm the expert demon conjurer.
I'm in.
Yeah, that's my little witch.
But, hey, I will only
do it if everyone agrees to it.
- Fine. Hands?
- Yeah.
- Aw, come on, Kim.
- Aw, Kimbo!
- Kimbo!
- Come on!
Kimbo! Kimbo! Kimbo!
Kimbo! Kimbo!
Yeah!
Yeah!
I can't wait to share
my stash with Beetlejuice.
It's Beelzebub,
you retard.
That's what I said...
Bellzefuck.
Tonight we will journey
to a realm
beyond sight and sound,
beyond mind and substance,
things and ideas,
another dimension,
if you will...
a dimension called
The Freddy Zone.
Tonight my friends and I
will discover
whether or not there is,
in fact,
a world beyond our own,
a dark dimension
where demons dwell,
and our only hope for survival
is my friend since
before I had pubes, Grace.
Say hi, Grace.
Turn that shit off,
Freddy.
Will we discover
that there is, in fact,
another world
beyond our own?
Or will we just
get wasted as fuck
and not find shit?
Either way, it's still
a total win-win, right? Yeah!
Freddy, I don't know
what's more annoying...
you or the handheld
horror-movie bullshit.
Turn it off.
I just want
you all to know
if anything
should happen to me,
if I should get torn apart
by three four-breasted succubi
or three four-breasted succubi
who want to ravage my body
with their...
Turn that shit off
before I kick your fucking ass!
Doing a "Blair Witch"
send-up.
Kicking it old school,
bee-yatches!
Now, Freddy.
Sorry, guys.
Got to keep the 418 loyal
Freddy followers satiated.
First...
I'm going to read
the circle of protection spell.
What does that do, again?
It prevents any demons
or any souls, for that matter,
from leaving the circle.
What,
like a quarantine?
Yeah, exactly...
sort of.
Okay, ready?
Join hands, guys.
- Whoo!
- Hmm.
Hey.
Okay.
Latet anguis in herba,
Beneficium accipere libertatem
est vendere,
Fallaces sunt rerum species,
custodiet ipsos custodes,
Necesse est multos timeat
quem multi timent,
in nihilum
nil posse reverti.
Hey, Tara, see what?
What did she say?
She said she saw
a flash of light.
Tara, you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, there's
a fourth spell.
It sends all conjured demons
within the ritual symbol
back from whence they came.
You okay with this?
I can stop whenever.
Fine.
Okay.
Now the summoning spell.
It says we have to give
an offering of blood and flesh.
- We have to kill somebody?
- No.
We have to choose someone
to act as the vessel
through which the spirits
can enter.
Anyone?
How about the vlogger?
Yeah, you know how many
more followers you'd get
if you were actually possessed?
Yeah. No, thank you.
Why don't you do it?
- Hmm?
- You.
You're always talking so big.
Why don't you back it up?
Yeah...
tough guy.
Okay. All right. Fine.
I'll do it.
Since the rest of you
are a bunch of pussies.
Oh!
What do I got to do,
babe?
That's my honeybee.
You're so manly.
Mm.
Just sit in the middle.
Okay.
Okay,
join up again, guys.
- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.
Coram populo,
Legum servi sumus
ut liberi esse possimus,
Videtis quantum scelus
contra rem publicam.
What's happening?
It was just... just
a little gust of wind, right?
In the fucking basement?
Yo, Brandon.
He's not moving.
He's silent.
Brandon.
Yo, talk to me, buddy.
Are you Brandon?
I don't want
to do this anymore.
- How do we know?
- What?
- If he's possessed.
- He's not.
But how do we know?
We only just started
the spell,
so the spirit isn't in him.
Hey, anyone else
want to give it a try?
- Freddy?
- I'm high, I'm not that high.
Erin? What about you?
Me? No.
No.
Guys, I just want
to have fun this weekend.
Kimbo's right.
We're riding
a serious buzzkill.
Well, then let's ride
something else.
And it's a bust,
mi amigos and amigas.
No possession today,
thanks to a major puss-out
by that guy.
Oh, well, perhaps next time
on The Freddy Zone.
Hey, Grace?
Legum servi sumus
ut liberi esse possimus.
Grace?
Videtis quantum scelus
contra rem publicam
vobis nuntiatum sit?
O praeclarum
custodem ovium lupum!
Hey, Grace?
Exegi monumentum
aere perennius!
What did you just do?
What are you doing?
Apparently nothing.
Come on, let's go get wasted.
Ah!
It's okay.
Mmm, mmm.
Someone's got
the munchies.
Slow down, speedy.
Don't want you to choke now.
Thanks.
Oh!
Yes.
I fucking hate
that guy.
Yeah.
Oh, God.
Oh, I love your pussy.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
You want it rough, huh?
Maybe.
Oh, God.
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, my God.
Oh my God!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah...
Mm!
Oh...
Oh. Oh.
Let's see what you got.
Mmm.
No, no, no. I can't.
I shouldn't.
You have a boyfriend, and...
Oh, my God.
Okay. Okay.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh! Oh, fuck.
I fucking knew it.
Fucking kinky.
Ugh.
Oh. All right.
Oh, wait. Oh.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck, oh, God.
Oh, God. Ah! Ah! Ah!
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Hey, where you going?
What up, what up, Freddies?
You are not gonna believe
what just happened.
Like it, share it,
re-tweet it.
I'm talking better
than that time
I bungied out
the fourth-story window
in my dorm freshman year.
That's right, I'm talking about
pounding the punanny pavement,
rolling the jelly doughnut,
cleaning the pipes.
Ah! Ah!
Freddy from the block
just got laid.
Damn, that witch sure cast
a wicked hump spell,
you know what I'm saying?
Oh, look, there she is...
Something happened to Freddy.
Come on!
Yes.
Why'd the music stop?
Okay.
Um...
Well, clearly
he's not here now.
Maybe he was
pulling a prank.
You know how he is.
Maybe he's waiting
upstairs for us.
Or maybe...
Tara's shrooms
are still going strong.
True that, man.
Knowing Freddy,
he probably went off
to shoot some B roll
for his vlog shit.
I don't know.
He's a big boy who's done a ton
of shrooms in his time.
But I'm sure he's fine, okay?
Baby, come on.
Damn, we fucked this place up.
Mmm.
Grace, what the hell?
I just wanted
to greet the morning.
Let you see what life
could be like
with someone who can actually
hear those moans of pleasure.
Grace, that's a really bitch
thing to say.
What do I care?
She can't hear it.
No.
Tara.
Fuck you, Grace. God.
Tara.
I am so sorry.
I was just joking
with Josh.
It didn't mean a thing.
What didn't?
Look who's finally awake?
Don't change
the subject, Grace.
- What didn't mean a thing?
- My fucking Josh.
What the fuck?
You fucked my girl?
Get your fucking hands
off me.
What the fuck?
Is it true?
Of course not, idiot!
The two of you fighting
over little old me.
I can't tell you
how flattered I am, really.
Did you fuck him?
No, you fucking oaf.
I didn't.
I should've because
you're built like a Ken doll.
I didn't even
get wet last night.
Dry like the Sahara
down there.
Don't talk like that.
Grace.
You keep out
of this, Erin,
or I'll lock you
in the basement.
Stop it, Grace.
Make me, dummy.
Make me, inchworm.
Enough.
Aah!
Ooh, what the fuck?
What are you doing?
Oh, what are you doing?
Oh, my God!
Holy shit!
Grace!
- Grace!
- What the fuck?
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck?
Ah!
It's tight.
Okay, so what's next?
We get ghost,
like, right now.
We just leave her here...
like this?
Fuck, yeah!
Kimbo, Freddy...
We need to find them.
What's she saying?
We need to find
Kimberly and Freddy.
Fuck 'em! For all
we know, they're dead already.
You guys heard that scream.
Look, I say we go,
and then we get the cops
to come up here,
find them, and put fucking
Grace in the psycho ward.
Oh, it's nice to know
you have our back, asshole.
- Fuck you.
- No, fuck you back, bitch!
- What? What?
- Brandon? Brandon?
You know she is not crazy.
She's possessed.
I don't care
what she is.
We need to try
to bring her back.
And how do you propose
we do that?
What the fuck
is she saying?
There's a spell
in the book
There's a banishing spell
in the book.
Are you freaking
kidding me?
Doing that witch stuff
is what got us
in this fuckhole
in the first place.
So we're not doing anymore
of that shit, you hear me?
We're leaving,
like, yesterday.
Brandon,
we need to stay together.
You stay. I'm gone.
Who's with me?
We're staying
to help Grace.
You guys are idiots.
Thanks... for a great
fucking weekend.
What the fuck?
Fucker.
Ah, which one is it?
I don't know.
No, this is the spell
to reverse the circle
of protection.
Ordinances, locked doors,
barriers...
Got it! Demon exile.
Uh, okay, uh, the demon
should be present
in the ritual symbol
before incantation.
She is. Let's do this.
Okay. Here goes.
Rursus sub terris
omnia daemonia
a gratia Spiritus.
O Pater virtutes convertere
ad animarus...
No, I didn't.
No, I didn't!
Read it again,
read it again.
Fine.
Rursus sub terris
omnia daemonia
a gratia Spiritus.
O Pater...
Come on, read the spell!
Read the spell!
Rursus sub terris...
Go, run!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
She's coming!
Lock it! Lock it!
It can't open locked doors!
- Come on, Toby!
- Toby, lock it.
Aah!
Aah!
Oh!
Damn it.
Oh, you got to be
kidding me.
Fuck.
This is so fucked up.
Oh.
Oh! Oh, God damn it!
Freddy?
You're alive.
Freddy?
I think
I met Kimberly
back in second grade.
Yeah.
She didn't like me
then, though.
Fucking snot-nosed brat,
flicking her ear
every, like, two secs.
Well, that was the way
I showed the love.
You know?
Just annoy them
till they notice me.
She just ignored me,
though.
She was smart.
I never knew that.
As soon as I stopped,
out of sheer boredom,
that's when
we became friends.
Now she's gone.
Freddy's gone.
Brandon.
What about Grace?
Is she gone?
No.
She is still in there
somewhere.
We just need to find a way
to bring her back.
But how?
We get her
into the triangle...
Yeah, we saw how
that worked out.
Okay, it will work
if we just knock her out
for longer.
And how do you suggest
we do that?
I don't know!
Whoa, Tara, hold up.
Yo, I got my shit organized.
Yeah. I-I got plenty.
I got... I got A-Ambien.
I got Lunesta.
I got Rozerem, Zolpidem.
Genius.
Can you liquefy it?
Yeah. Dude, you... you can
pretty much liquefy anything.
Oh, this?
This will put an elephant
to sleep.
How long?
Last time I tried it,
I showed up
to my Friday night gig.
It was Saturday night.
But will that kill her?
Yo, I can't account for
any pre-existing conditions,
like heart palpitations
or coronary disease
of if she's
on any blood thinners,
like Coumadin or Clexane
or Cutenox!
Toby!
If her shit's clean,
yeah...
she's gonna sleep like a baby.
Toby...
Get it done.
Wait,
where are you going?
We need a backup plan.
What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing?
We have to be prepared.
No.
No. That is not an option.
We're not killing her.
That is still Grace in there.
What the hell is wrong
with you, Erin, huh?
If she's standing over you
or Toby or Tara,
you better believe
one of those rifles in there
is the only thing,
the only thing standing
between you living and dying.
I will take that shot
if I have to.
Grace would fight for us
if it were the
other way around.
Killing her is not an option.
I'm not Grace.
Toby!
Toby! Toby, open the door!
Kimberly?
- Kimberly?
- Toby, help!
Thank you.
Oh, shit.
Ah!
Run, Tara! Run!
Tara!
Run, Tara!
Erin, take the shot!
Take the shot!
- I can't.
I can't!
Are you okay?
Alive?
Um...
Hey, hey.
It's not your fault.
This ends now.
Josh, please.
This is not a debate, Er.
This is survival.
You think I came
to this fucking place
expecting to kill
our friends?
I'm going down there alone.
I have to do this!
No, no, no, Josh.
You can't do that.
We don't know
what's wrong with her.
We don't know how
to stop it.
I don't even know
what's wrong with her,
but she's too dangerous,
and she's too powerful.
- Erin. Erin!
- You can't go down there.
You can't just leave her
up here alone...
Erin. I need you
to close and lock the door.
Can you do that for me?
You need to be strong.
I can't do this
without you, sis.
Don't worry about me.
I'm more worried
about Grace getting out.
I need you both to hide.
Stick together.
Understand?
No. No!
We have to hide.
What is it?
Yoo-hoo!
Ladies!
Ugh!
No! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Aah!
Aah!
Sorry.
Oh, don't be so surprised.
I'm talking to you.
Don't be so surprised.
She did it for love.
She thinks she sacrificed
all of you for love.
No, wait, wait!
Don't take her! Don't take her!
We need her.
I need her.
Since when is this about you?
Since we made a deal.
Boom, bitches.
- To Pop Pop.
- To Pop Pop!
Uh, guys?
This is ridiculous.
We have to jump on this.
- Why don't you do it?
- Hmm?
...contra rem publicam
vobis nuntiatum sit?
O praeclarum...
Ahh...
No!
No...
I did everything you asked.
Everything.
But you made one
mistake.
Coram populo,
Legum servi sumus
ut liberi esse possimus...
What are you doing?
Didn't you?
How was I supposed to know
Brandon would chicken-shit out?
I don't want
to do this anymore.
- And then Grace?
- Ah, yes.
Grace.
You so want her.
So close, you can just...
taste it.
You ever wonder why?
Grace.
Why you love her so much?
She's mine.
But you can leap
into Tara.
Right?
See, it's just
a simple possession transfer.
I know your history.
You have done it before.
Gather the bodies.
Read the summoning spell.
But first you need
to transfer into Tara.
A body that can't hear.
What's the fun in that?
- But you...
- Read the spell.
No.
Give me Grace,
or I am not reading
the spell.
And none of your legion
gets to come over
to this plane.
We both know only someone
of this Earth
can read the sacred language
of the spells.
No canceling
the circle of protection.
No summoning spell.
You'll be trapped
in this little bubble forever.
Now, where's the fun
in that?
Are you actually
threatening me?
I just want what's mine.
Stupid human.
I don't need you
to read the spell.
I just need someone.
Be grateful I let you live.
Ah!
Read the spell!
I'm sorry.
Come.
This should be good.
Now, now, Erin,
old barns are hardly
a safe haven.
Found you.
Aah!
Stay away from me!
Aah! Aah!
Stay away from me!
Shh!
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Aah!
Find the deaf one.
Help!
Help! No!
No! Help! Help!
Ah!
Aah!
We need her.
Oh, you little fool.
The banishment spell
won't work.
We're not in the triangle.
Yes... you... are!
- Yeah.
- That's sick.
Yo, I want a photographic
memory, T.
Can you teach me?
Yeah, there's
a fourth spell.
It sends all conjured demons
within the ritual symbol
back from whence they came.
Okay, the demon
should be present
in the ritual symbol
before incantation.
She is. She is.
Ugh. Ugh.
Oh...
Where's Erin?
I don't know
what to say.
I don't think
we need to say anything.
No one needs to know
what happened here.
...sicut praeceperat
Dominus voluerit...
Et hoc nunc locat recedemus.
Babe, are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm okay.
Let's get out of here.
Subtitles by explosiveskull
- She's out.
- How?
I don't know.
♪ Does your butt hang low? ♪
♪ Do your boobs hang low? ♪
♪ Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot? ♪
♪ Can you tie 'em in a bow? ♪
I feel like we're back
in fifth grade.
♪ Like a continental soldier?
Do your boobs hang low? ♪
I can't take it anymore.
Would you please shut up?
- Thank you.
- Dicks!
♪ Does your dick hang low? ♪
♪ Does it wobble to and fro? ♪
♪ Can you tie it in a knot? ♪
♪ Can you tie it in a bow? ♪
♪ Can you throw it
over shoulder ♪
♪ Like a continental soldier? ♪
I fucking hate you twins.
Fucking X-Men mutants.
Farts.
♪ Does your fart hang low? ♪
Farts?
That's not even a thing.
Jesus Christ.
I will give you Aunt Mary
and my larger testicle
if you just shut up!
And deal.
Minus the testicle.
Boom, bitches.
What now? Oh, yeah.
Mm-hmm.
That's right. Oh, yeah.
Ooh, yeah, you like that.
Mmm, mmm, mwah.
How'd my ass taste
when it was passing you, Joshy?
I think
I'm gonna be sick.
Yeah, me too.
I'll never understand
how those two are together.
No, I think she really
means she's gonna be sick.
- Oh.
- Shit.
Just like old times.
- Josh, beer?
- Yeah.
No offense,
but your grandfather's place
is a dump.
- Brandon.
- Well, it is.
I'm not saying something
they don't know.
It's been a long time
since we've seen it.
At least ten years.
I remember jumping
on that trampoline for days.
It used to be
a happy place.
- And now?
- Told you, it's a dump.
And now it's our dump.
You better believe it.
To Pop Pop...
who was awesome enough to leave
this house to our parents,
who knew they weren't gonna do
shit with it,
and gave it to us.
To Pop Pop.
To Pop Pop.
Grace tells me
he drowned.
Yeah, looks like he
slipped in on the north side.
Never found the body.
What? You mean
he's still there?
- Yep.
- You're shitting me.
Hey, guys...
check this out.
It's like he's still here.
Maybe he is.
Whoo-ooh!
Weird.
Hey, yo, Josh?
What's the Wi-Fi password?
Don't have one, dude.
No reception either.
Aw, no vlogging
for Freddy.
How are he and his six
followers going to survive?
FYI, bitch-face,
I'm over 400 now, right?
Pretty soon, I'll have
more than you, DJ Asshat.
In your wildest
wet dreams, Freddy.
Whatever,
I'll just upload this shit
when we get back
to civilization.
Problem solved.
Except for this poor guy.
Think he's seen
better days, huh?
Aah! Aah! Josh!
Toby!
Hey, what's wrong?
It moved.
Something's in there.
Aah!
Oh, my God.
Brilliant reaction,
Toby. I loved it.
- Fuck, Freddy!
- Ow, Jesus.
I need a little bit more
from you next time.
- Turn that shit off.
- Whoo!
Take a look.
Any reason
the basement's on lockdown?
Oh, yeah, Pop Pop
was crazy like that.
He always kept it locked.
One time when Erin was eight,
she got stuck in there
by mistake.
I remember that.
She spent
- the whole night down there.
- Oh, brutal.
Trust me, you do not
want to get stuck down there.
Toby, shut up.
Toby, shut up.
- Knock it off.
- Toby.
Okay, next one.
And then Odysseus said,
"For Zeus had smitten
"my swift ship
with his bright thunderbolt,
"and it had shattered
in the mist
of the wine-dark sea."
Yeah.
Damn.
Damn. That's sick.
Yo, I want a photographic
memory, T.
Can you teach me?
How sweet would that be...
to be a god,
be like Zeus?
Zeus was a slut.
Perks of being
the All-father.
I'm just saying
you should aspire
to be someone higher
like Buddha or Yahweh.
Yo, they don't have
the fucking lightning bolts,
though.
"Thou art dead, Testicles."
Can I get a whoopeth-whoopeth?
- No.
- No.
Y'all suck.
My God.
He's... he's seriously
insane.
He's got scouts
watching the games now.
So he's really dedicated.
Fuck you.
"Scouts."
Hey.
What?
Oh!
What is the name
of the game?
Thumper!
Why do we play?
To get fucked up!
Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink!
- Whoo!
- Nice.
All right,
keep going, keep going.
Rodeo! Rodeo! Rodeo!
Shit.
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink, motherfucker!
Drink!
What's the name of the game?
♪ La-la, la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la, la-la,
la-la-la, la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la, la-la,
la-la, la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la, la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la,
la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la-la, la-la-la ♪
Fuck me.
All right, what is the
name of the game?
Thumper!
Whoo!
Ooh-ga-cha-ca.
What's with
the friggin' balloon?
It's the vibration.
It helps her feel the music.
Get off your ass,
douche bag.
You are a God.
- This is so cray-cray.
- Yeah.
I think the last time
we did this...
We were eight.
And now it is a tradition.
My cooch is a popsicle.
Holy shit.
We are definitely
not in Kansas anymore.
This is so not
like I remember it.
Why didn't we do this
in high school?
I don't know.
Sometimes you got to step away
from a perfect thing
to know
just how amazing it is.
Perfect thing, huh?
You know it.
Okay, here's
the billion-dollar question.
- Why am I with him?
- He's just so not you.
Jock, pretty boy, caveman,
steroid addict.
Beautiful, intelligent,
wonderful, awesome Wiccan girl.
A dark Wiccan girl.
Sorry.
I forgot.
Wiccans are nice witches
all into the Earth.
Dark Wiccans are into
what's below it.
- Still, it's a mismatch.
- I don't know.
Dark Wiccan girl
one-night stand
with jock, pretty boy
caveman leads
- to 103 one-night stands...
- Oh, no, I can't.
And counting.
You know, pretty soon
you're going to have
to start going
to his baseball games,
serving him protein shakes
in bed,
hanging with the ball wives
on the road!
Hurrah! Go, Brandon!
Kill me now.
Thank you.
You do realize
that there could be
someone out there that can
give you everything you want.
And being with jockstrap is
kind of hurting your chances.
Yeah, I know.
Sometimes I even wonder
why we're together.
I mean, he can be
an obnoxious jerk,
like, most of the time.
But...
I don't know.
He can be sweet,
and the bottom line is,
he cares about me
in his own way.
Oh, I don't know.
Whatever.
Until I can't handle it
anymore,
I am just gonna
enjoy the ride...
until I don't.
I just don't want you
to get hurt.
I know.
And I appreciate it.
Before I lay me
down to sleep,
I pray the Lord
my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord
my soul to take.
Amen.
Hey.
- Whoa!
- Oh, my God,
- oh, my God, oh, my God.
- Go, go, go, go, go!
I was just
in the bathroom, and...
Shh! It's okay.
It's okay.
It's just a blown fuse.
Where's the fuse box, dude?
Shit.
It's locked.
Where's the key?
If memory serves,
it's in here.
Hold this.
Ew. Oh.
Oh!
- Fuck!
- Jesus, what is that?
Something's rotting
down there.
Or someone.
Hey, guys,
I need the light here.
And the bat.
What the hell?
Just get to the fuse box.
Uh, guys?
Ow!
- Eww.
- Please tell me
this is just a sick game
of hopscotch.
It's a sick game
of hopscotch.
I don't think
your grandfather was losing it.
I think it was already lost.
- No kidding.
- Guys...
I know what this is.
Okay, so this...
this summoning portal
can summon a demon spirit
from the other side?
Not just any.
This spell book, or grimoire,
it names someone
specifically...
Beelzebub.
Ooh.
Now, he's one
of the seven princes of hell.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
Hey, this is ridiculous.
We have to jump on this.
There's another spell
here to summon his legion.
There's all these ordinances
and safeguards...
how they can't go
through barriers uninvited,
like locked doors
And the fact that there's
a circle of protection spell
to contain them
suggests
that all this is bad...
- Ooh...
- Like, really bad.
Oh, sweet.
Now we really got to try it.
No, it feels wrong.
The energy I'm feeling is bad.
We got to do this.
We're in the middle
of fucking nowhere.
- It's a no-brainer.
- But you heard her.
This is probably
an evil demon.
I say we live a little
and stop being pussies.
Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ.
Come on,
this is all just bullshit.
We can't really conjure
a demon.
That's, like, Wes Craven shit.
Why is this bullshit?
I mean, if people believe
angels are real,
then why can't a demon be real?
Of course it's bullshit.
No offense, babe,
but we got to try this.
I mean, look,
I'm about to go pro.
This is my last chance to
do something crazy like this.
Yeah, you're so
fucking drunk, dude.
I am.
What do you think, Grace?
Well, like Brandon said,
I'm the expert demon conjurer.
I'm in.
Yeah, that's my little witch.
But, hey, I will only
do it if everyone agrees to it.
- Fine. Hands?
- Yeah.
- Aw, come on, Kim.
- Aw, Kimbo!
- Kimbo!
- Come on!
Kimbo! Kimbo! Kimbo!
Kimbo! Kimbo!
Yeah!
Yeah!
I can't wait to share
my stash with Beetlejuice.
It's Beelzebub,
you retard.
That's what I said...
Bellzefuck.
Tonight we will journey
to a realm
beyond sight and sound,
beyond mind and substance,
things and ideas,
another dimension,
if you will...
a dimension called
The Freddy Zone.
Tonight my friends and I
will discover
whether or not there is,
in fact,
a world beyond our own,
a dark dimension
where demons dwell,
and our only hope for survival
is my friend since
before I had pubes, Grace.
Say hi, Grace.
Turn that shit off,
Freddy.
Will we discover
that there is, in fact,
another world
beyond our own?
Or will we just
get wasted as fuck
and not find shit?
Either way, it's still
a total win-win, right? Yeah!
Freddy, I don't know
what's more annoying...
you or the handheld
horror-movie bullshit.
Turn it off.
I just want
you all to know
if anything
should happen to me,
if I should get torn apart
by three four-breasted succubi
or three four-breasted succubi
who want to ravage my body
with their...
Turn that shit off
before I kick your fucking ass!
Doing a "Blair Witch"
send-up.
Kicking it old school,
bee-yatches!
Now, Freddy.
Sorry, guys.
Got to keep the 418 loyal
Freddy followers satiated.
First...
I'm going to read
the circle of protection spell.
What does that do, again?
It prevents any demons
or any souls, for that matter,
from leaving the circle.
What,
like a quarantine?
Yeah, exactly...
sort of.
Okay, ready?
Join hands, guys.
- Whoo!
- Hmm.
Hey.
Okay.
Latet anguis in herba,
Beneficium accipere libertatem
est vendere,
Fallaces sunt rerum species,
custodiet ipsos custodes,
Necesse est multos timeat
quem multi timent,
in nihilum
nil posse reverti.
Hey, Tara, see what?
What did she say?
She said she saw
a flash of light.
Tara, you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, there's
a fourth spell.
It sends all conjured demons
within the ritual symbol
back from whence they came.
You okay with this?
I can stop whenever.
Fine.
Okay.
Now the summoning spell.
It says we have to give
an offering of blood and flesh.
- We have to kill somebody?
- No.
We have to choose someone
to act as the vessel
through which the spirits
can enter.
Anyone?
How about the vlogger?
Yeah, you know how many
more followers you'd get
if you were actually possessed?
Yeah. No, thank you.
Why don't you do it?
- Hmm?
- You.
You're always talking so big.
Why don't you back it up?
Yeah...
tough guy.
Okay. All right. Fine.
I'll do it.
Since the rest of you
are a bunch of pussies.
Oh!
What do I got to do,
babe?
That's my honeybee.
You're so manly.
Mm.
Just sit in the middle.
Okay.
Okay,
join up again, guys.
- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.
Coram populo,
Legum servi sumus
ut liberi esse possimus,
Videtis quantum scelus
contra rem publicam.
What's happening?
It was just... just
a little gust of wind, right?
In the fucking basement?
Yo, Brandon.
He's not moving.
He's silent.
Brandon.
Yo, talk to me, buddy.
Are you Brandon?
I don't want
to do this anymore.
- How do we know?
- What?
- If he's possessed.
- He's not.
But how do we know?
We only just started
the spell,
so the spirit isn't in him.
Hey, anyone else
want to give it a try?
- Freddy?
- I'm high, I'm not that high.
Erin? What about you?
Me? No.
No.
Guys, I just want
to have fun this weekend.
Kimbo's right.
We're riding
a serious buzzkill.
Well, then let's ride
something else.
And it's a bust,
mi amigos and amigas.
No possession today,
thanks to a major puss-out
by that guy.
Oh, well, perhaps next time
on The Freddy Zone.
Hey, Grace?
Legum servi sumus
ut liberi esse possimus.
Grace?
Videtis quantum scelus
contra rem publicam
vobis nuntiatum sit?
O praeclarum
custodem ovium lupum!
Hey, Grace?
Exegi monumentum
aere perennius!
What did you just do?
What are you doing?
Apparently nothing.
Come on, let's go get wasted.
Ah!
It's okay.
Mmm, mmm.
Someone's got
the munchies.
Slow down, speedy.
Don't want you to choke now.
Thanks.
Oh!
Yes.
I fucking hate
that guy.
Yeah.
Oh, God.
Oh, I love your pussy.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
You want it rough, huh?
Maybe.
Oh, God.
Oh, fuck me.
Oh, my God.
Oh my God!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Ah...
Mm!
Oh...
Oh. Oh.
Let's see what you got.
Mmm.
No, no, no. I can't.
I shouldn't.
You have a boyfriend, and...
Oh, my God.
Okay. Okay.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh! Oh, fuck.
I fucking knew it.
Fucking kinky.
Ugh.
Oh. All right.
Oh, wait. Oh.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Fuck, oh, God.
Oh, God. Ah! Ah! Ah!
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Hey, where you going?
What up, what up, Freddies?
You are not gonna believe
what just happened.
Like it, share it,
re-tweet it.
I'm talking better
than that time
I bungied out
the fourth-story window
in my dorm freshman year.
That's right, I'm talking about
pounding the punanny pavement,
rolling the jelly doughnut,
cleaning the pipes.
Ah! Ah!
Freddy from the block
just got laid.
Damn, that witch sure cast
a wicked hump spell,
you know what I'm saying?
Oh, look, there she is...
Something happened to Freddy.
Come on!
Yes.
Why'd the music stop?
Okay.
Um...
Well, clearly
he's not here now.
Maybe he was
pulling a prank.
You know how he is.
Maybe he's waiting
upstairs for us.
Or maybe...
Tara's shrooms
are still going strong.
True that, man.
Knowing Freddy,
he probably went off
to shoot some B roll
for his vlog shit.
I don't know.
He's a big boy who's done a ton
of shrooms in his time.
But I'm sure he's fine, okay?
Baby, come on.
Damn, we fucked this place up.
Mmm.
Grace, what the hell?
I just wanted
to greet the morning.
Let you see what life
could be like
with someone who can actually
hear those moans of pleasure.
Grace, that's a really bitch
thing to say.
What do I care?
She can't hear it.
No.
Tara.
Fuck you, Grace. God.
Tara.
I am so sorry.
I was just joking
with Josh.
It didn't mean a thing.
What didn't?
Look who's finally awake?
Don't change
the subject, Grace.
- What didn't mean a thing?
- My fucking Josh.
What the fuck?
You fucked my girl?
Get your fucking hands
off me.
What the fuck?
Is it true?
Of course not, idiot!
The two of you fighting
over little old me.
I can't tell you
how flattered I am, really.
Did you fuck him?
No, you fucking oaf.
I didn't.
I should've because
you're built like a Ken doll.
I didn't even
get wet last night.
Dry like the Sahara
down there.
Don't talk like that.
Grace.
You keep out
of this, Erin,
or I'll lock you
in the basement.
Stop it, Grace.
Make me, dummy.
Make me, inchworm.
Enough.
Aah!
Ooh, what the fuck?
What are you doing?
Oh, what are you doing?
Oh, my God!
Holy shit!
Grace!
- Grace!
- What the fuck?
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck?
Ah!
It's tight.
Okay, so what's next?
We get ghost,
like, right now.
We just leave her here...
like this?
Fuck, yeah!
Kimbo, Freddy...
We need to find them.
What's she saying?
We need to find
Kimberly and Freddy.
Fuck 'em! For all
we know, they're dead already.
You guys heard that scream.
Look, I say we go,
and then we get the cops
to come up here,
find them, and put fucking
Grace in the psycho ward.
Oh, it's nice to know
you have our back, asshole.
- Fuck you.
- No, fuck you back, bitch!
- What? What?
- Brandon? Brandon?
You know she is not crazy.
She's possessed.
I don't care
what she is.
We need to try
to bring her back.
And how do you propose
we do that?
What the fuck
is she saying?
There's a spell
in the book
There's a banishing spell
in the book.
Are you freaking
kidding me?
Doing that witch stuff
is what got us
in this fuckhole
in the first place.
So we're not doing anymore
of that shit, you hear me?
We're leaving,
like, yesterday.
Brandon,
we need to stay together.
You stay. I'm gone.
Who's with me?
We're staying
to help Grace.
You guys are idiots.
Thanks... for a great
fucking weekend.
What the fuck?
Fucker.
Ah, which one is it?
I don't know.
No, this is the spell
to reverse the circle
of protection.
Ordinances, locked doors,
barriers...
Got it! Demon exile.
Uh, okay, uh, the demon
should be present
in the ritual symbol
before incantation.
She is. Let's do this.
Okay. Here goes.
Rursus sub terris
omnia daemonia
a gratia Spiritus.
O Pater virtutes convertere
ad animarus...
No, I didn't.
No, I didn't!
Read it again,
read it again.
Fine.
Rursus sub terris
omnia daemonia
a gratia Spiritus.
O Pater...
Come on, read the spell!
Read the spell!
Rursus sub terris...
Go, run!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
She's coming!
Lock it! Lock it!
It can't open locked doors!
- Come on, Toby!
- Toby, lock it.
Aah!
Aah!
Oh!
Damn it.
Oh, you got to be
kidding me.
Fuck.
This is so fucked up.
Oh.
Oh! Oh, God damn it!
Freddy?
You're alive.
Freddy?
I think
I met Kimberly
back in second grade.
Yeah.
She didn't like me
then, though.
Fucking snot-nosed brat,
flicking her ear
every, like, two secs.
Well, that was the way
I showed the love.
You know?
Just annoy them
till they notice me.
She just ignored me,
though.
She was smart.
I never knew that.
As soon as I stopped,
out of sheer boredom,
that's when
we became friends.
Now she's gone.
Freddy's gone.
Brandon.
What about Grace?
Is she gone?
No.
She is still in there
somewhere.
We just need to find a way
to bring her back.
But how?
We get her
into the triangle...
Yeah, we saw how
that worked out.
Okay, it will work
if we just knock her out
for longer.
And how do you suggest
we do that?
I don't know!
Whoa, Tara, hold up.
Yo, I got my shit organized.
Yeah. I-I got plenty.
I got... I got A-Ambien.
I got Lunesta.
I got Rozerem, Zolpidem.
Genius.
Can you liquefy it?
Yeah. Dude, you... you can
pretty much liquefy anything.
Oh, this?
This will put an elephant
to sleep.
How long?
Last time I tried it,
I showed up
to my Friday night gig.
It was Saturday night.
But will that kill her?
Yo, I can't account for
any pre-existing conditions,
like heart palpitations
or coronary disease
of if she's
on any blood thinners,
like Coumadin or Clexane
or Cutenox!
Toby!
If her shit's clean,
yeah...
she's gonna sleep like a baby.
Toby...
Get it done.
Wait,
where are you going?
We need a backup plan.
What are you doing?
What do you think I'm doing?
We have to be prepared.
No.
No. That is not an option.
We're not killing her.
That is still Grace in there.
What the hell is wrong
with you, Erin, huh?
If she's standing over you
or Toby or Tara,
you better believe
one of those rifles in there
is the only thing,
the only thing standing
between you living and dying.
I will take that shot
if I have to.
Grace would fight for us
if it were the
other way around.
Killing her is not an option.
I'm not Grace.
Toby!
Toby! Toby, open the door!
Kimberly?
- Kimberly?
- Toby, help!
Thank you.
Oh, shit.
Ah!
Run, Tara! Run!
Tara!
Run, Tara!
Erin, take the shot!
Take the shot!
- I can't.
I can't!
Are you okay?
Alive?
Um...
Hey, hey.
It's not your fault.
This ends now.
Josh, please.
This is not a debate, Er.
This is survival.
You think I came
to this fucking place
expecting to kill
our friends?
I'm going down there alone.
I have to do this!
No, no, no, Josh.
You can't do that.
We don't know
what's wrong with her.
We don't know how
to stop it.
I don't even know
what's wrong with her,
but she's too dangerous,
and she's too powerful.
- Erin. Erin!
- You can't go down there.
You can't just leave her
up here alone...
Erin. I need you
to close and lock the door.
Can you do that for me?
You need to be strong.
I can't do this
without you, sis.
Don't worry about me.
I'm more worried
about Grace getting out.
I need you both to hide.
Stick together.
Understand?
No. No!
We have to hide.
What is it?
Yoo-hoo!
Ladies!
Ugh!
No! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Aah!
Aah!
Sorry.
Oh, don't be so surprised.
I'm talking to you.
Don't be so surprised.
She did it for love.
She thinks she sacrificed
all of you for love.
No, wait, wait!
Don't take her! Don't take her!
We need her.
I need her.
Since when is this about you?
Since we made a deal.
Boom, bitches.
- To Pop Pop.
- To Pop Pop!
Uh, guys?
This is ridiculous.
We have to jump on this.
- Why don't you do it?
- Hmm?
...contra rem publicam
vobis nuntiatum sit?
O praeclarum...
Ahh...
No!
No...
I did everything you asked.
Everything.
But you made one
mistake.
Coram populo,
Legum servi sumus
ut liberi esse possimus...
What are you doing?
Didn't you?
How was I supposed to know
Brandon would chicken-shit out?
I don't want
to do this anymore.
- And then Grace?
- Ah, yes.
Grace.
You so want her.
So close, you can just...
taste it.
You ever wonder why?
Grace.
Why you love her so much?
She's mine.
But you can leap
into Tara.
Right?
See, it's just
a simple possession transfer.
I know your history.
You have done it before.
Gather the bodies.
Read the summoning spell.
But first you need
to transfer into Tara.
A body that can't hear.
What's the fun in that?
- But you...
- Read the spell.
No.
Give me Grace,
or I am not reading
the spell.
And none of your legion
gets to come over
to this plane.
We both know only someone
of this Earth
can read the sacred language
of the spells.
No canceling
the circle of protection.
No summoning spell.
You'll be trapped
in this little bubble forever.
Now, where's the fun
in that?
Are you actually
threatening me?
I just want what's mine.
Stupid human.
I don't need you
to read the spell.
I just need someone.
Be grateful I let you live.
Ah!
Read the spell!
I'm sorry.
Come.
This should be good.
Now, now, Erin,
old barns are hardly
a safe haven.
Found you.
Aah!
Stay away from me!
Aah! Aah!
Stay away from me!
Shh!
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Aah!
Find the deaf one.
Help!
Help! No!
No! Help! Help!
Ah!
Aah!
We need her.
Oh, you little fool.
The banishment spell
won't work.
We're not in the triangle.
Yes... you... are!
- Yeah.
- That's sick.
Yo, I want a photographic
memory, T.
Can you teach me?
Yeah, there's
a fourth spell.
It sends all conjured demons
within the ritual symbol
back from whence they came.
Okay, the demon
should be present
in the ritual symbol
before incantation.
She is. She is.
Ugh. Ugh.
Oh...
Where's Erin?
I don't know
what to say.
I don't think
we need to say anything.
No one needs to know
what happened here.
...sicut praeceperat
Dominus voluerit...
Et hoc nunc locat recedemus.
Babe, are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm okay.
Let's get out of here.
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