The Possession Experiment (2016) Movie Script

Tracy?

It's November 14th,

1994,

and we are here

with father mark Campbell

for the 29th session

of the exorcism

of Tracy crowell.

Tracy, can you hear me?

Let me go, you catholic pig.

Fucking maggot!

Uh, the subject,

since our last session

two days ago,

has obtained a nail file,

and she has filed her

teeth down to a point...

You might want to

get in here and get

a closer look at this.

Our father,

who art in heaven,

- thy kingdom come.

- Thy will be done...

Give us this day

our daily bread...

As we forgive those

who trespass against us.

When is all this

gonna stop?

She's not getting

any better.

He doesn't care about

this wretched sow's soul.

He's just tired

of fucking her from behind!

Demon,

I command you

in the name of Jesus Christ,

our lord,

to leave the body

of this young woman now!

But, father...

Her snatch is so much fun.

Your foul words

cannot shake us.

Leave her now!

In the name

of the father...

The son...

And the holy spirit!

Leave this woman now!

What is your name?

Oh, god.

Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

Heavenly father, help...

Help me!

Oh, my god.

Oh, heavenly father.

Oh, Jesus, help us.

Oh, god!

Stay away, incarnate!

What's the matter, father?

Don't you want to fuck me?

Fuck me!

I'm protected by the father,

the son and the...

What you need to understand

about the romans

is that they didn't think

they were doing

anything unjust.

Quite the contrary.

Killing christians

was praised, encouraged even.

Why, these people

even made a sport

out of creating

torture methods

for these martyrs.

Take, for instance,

the sweet death.

These victims would be

bound to wooden planks

with a leather strap,

painted with honey,

and then boxes

of flies or bees

would be released to...

Well, finish the job.

Those who were

thought to be possessed

were subject to

the same treatment.

Now if you'll turn

to page 112 in your

anatomy of the sacred text,

we will learn that

more often than not,

the cause

of these possessions

was more rather epilepsy

or some other mental ailment,

and not actual demon...

Well, hell's bells.

Start thinking

about your projects.

You can have groups

of up to three.

Only three people.

Mr. t, who needs coffee

when I get to watch people

get tortured all morning.

Well, this side of theology

has always been

really exciting to study.

A bit of Gore

for your thoughts?

Hey, I'm thinking about

doing my final on exorcisms.

You wouldn't happen to have

any books on that topic,

would you?

Yeah, I think

i have some things

that could be

of some service to you.

Stop by during my

office hours tomorrow,

and I'll let you borrow them.

Awesome. Cool. All right.

Thanks Mr. t,

I'll see you tomorrow.

See you, Brandon.

What up, fag?

Just working on

this piece of shit video.

So, check it.

I've got this chick

coming over later.

So, don't be here

after 10:00.

If I'm done with my video,

i will leave.

Fuck that, dude.

I've been trying to

bang this chick forever.

Don't fuck my game up.

Dude, I've been trying to get

this video done for forever.

Please do not

fuck my game up.

Look, just because your ass

never gets pussy,

don't stop me

from getting it.

And you wonder

why you don't have

any fucking friends.

Wake up. You okay?

Yeah.

Sorry.

I must have fell asleep

during my export.

Yeah?

I'm gonna go for a walk.

That'd be good.

Well, all right.

Hey.

Hey, aren't you

that one dude?

Yeah.

No, man.

You're that...

Fuck, you're that one guy.

Come on, man,

my religion class?

You're the one

that gives a fuck.

Yeah,

that's probably me.

Yeah.

So, you know

what you're doing

for that project yet?

Exorcisms.

Gnarly.

What about you?

No, man, I don't do shit

in that class.

Didn't he say something

about having partners?

We have three.

Up to three.

Well, you wanna be partners?

You just told me

you don't do any work.

I do mad work.

I don't even know you.

Come on, man,

you know what you need?

You need to get high.

Come on, man,

I'll get you high

right now.

Right fucking now.

Get to know me, man.

Come on, it'll be fun.

Say yes? Come on, man.

All right.

All right, why not.

Awesome. Hey, I'm Clay.

Brandon.

Awesome.

Good to meet you, buddy.

Come on.

Mr. t.

Brandon.

How are you doing today?

Good, good.

I actually found

a partner for my project.

Excellent.

Who are you working with?

Uh, Clay.

Clay.

Yeah.

Clay, which one is that?

The really stoned guy.

He'll be interesting

to do an exorcism project

with.

Yeah.

This is a really

intricate topic

of discussion.

Do you know what

you're gonna do

for the project portion yet?

I was, uh, thinking about

trying to find a priest

who's done

an exorcism before

and interviewing him,

making a little documentary,

recreating the process,

something like that.

Yeah, that's a great idea,

Brandon.

I have a list

of the closest ones.

I'll e-mail them

to you later.

I think it's only

one around the region.

You'll just have to

see what you find.

Yeah.

Later.

Clay! Clay.

Clay, dude. Clay. Clay.

Brandon.

What's with

the wake-up call, dude?

Sorry, I just wanted

to get at it.

Oh, you need to

go get blasted?

No, no, no,

i totally need to get high,

but I found out

some shit about our project.

Let's go.

All right, man. Come on.

Yeah, for real,

though, we got to do this.

Come on in.

Make yourself at home.

So, what's new

in the field

of devil worship, man?

Jesus Christ,

fifth time, fifth time,

we are studying

the ritual of exorcism.

I just found out about

a priest out of Richmond.

That's cool, man.

It's not too far away.

Yeah.

But I also found out about

this other priest in the area.

He did exorcisms,

like, 20 years ago,

but he was killed.

That's a bummer, man.

He was killed

in the next town over,

and I got the address.

Yes, sir,

i got the address.

So, hold on, man, wait.

Was the priest

killed or what?

Not just the priest.

The husband, the wife,

the priest,

the priest's assistant...

Shit.

Everyone except

some camera guy and a kid.

Wait, the cameraman lives?

Yeah.

The cameraman survived.

What do you think

they were recording?

I don't know,

but if I had to put

money on it...

Shit.

Right?

I got to hand it to you,

man.

You're good at

this project shit.

I know.

I know, you should

probably try to help.

My name is Brandon Jensen,

and this is Clay Harper.

And we are in

professor Tucker's

introduction to

world religion class.

For our final project,

we will be investigating

the ritual of exorcism.

Uh, we intend on

keeping a video blog

of all of our findings.

And we wish

to further investigate a crime

that happened 20 years ago,

which could have been linked

to an exorcism gone wrong.

Based on our

preliminary research,

we have discovered

that among the victims,

one was described

as being a cameraman

who actually

survived the massacre.

This further

strengthens our theory

that this happened

during an exorcism.

Uh, we submitted a request

to the local police department

to further review,

um, the crime scene,

and if there was a recording,

to find out

exactly what happened.

Hey, this car

is fucking shitty.

I know, dude.

What do the chicks say,

man?

Actually, dude...

Your mom, she loved it.

She was here last night,

she was like,

"ooh! Call me

Clay's mom, yeah."

And I was like,

"do you want me

to clean that up?"

Fucker...

Fucker, shut the fuck up.

You are disgusting, man.

That's fucking...

You know, all jokes aside,

you'd probably be

slaying pussy left and right

if you weren't

such a fucking dork.

What's your deal, man?

I've had girlfriends, dude.

I just can't seem to find

a chick who gets me.

Aw, Brandon...

I hate you.

That's touching, man.

Why do you even ask me

an awkward question

like that?

No. I got to

ask you a question though.

Does that really prevent you

from letting them

get your dick?

You need to get laid,

my friend.

I fucking hate you.

All right, we're here, dude.

Give me the gopro,

and stop talking shit

before I smack

you in the face.

Why are we here again?

We're getting the evidence.

You coming?

Oh, you know what, man,

cops and I don't really see

eye to eye on a few things.

So, I'm going to just

chill here in the car...

I'll do all the work

like I always do. It's fine.

Well, hurry up,

because I want to go

get some food,

some tacos or something.

Hey, officer, what's up?

Hi.

Uh...

I called in earlier

about viewing some evidence

on a closed case.

My name

is Brandon Jensen...

Jensen.

Yeah.

Yeah, hold on one second.

Here we go.

All righty, uh...

Awesome.

This is for you.

Sign this,

and it's all yours.

Now, not that

it's any of

my business or anything,

but, uh,

that's a pretty old

case file.

Uh, school project,

actually.

This is great.

Thanks a lot.

Fuck! God damn it, man!

Oh! Fuck! Fuck!

God damn it!

Shit, man.

Dude, take that.

There's a tape in there.

Evidence.

We need to go back

to my mom's house. Cool?

Is there food?

Yes, there's food.

Then I am down.

Computer's over here. Vcr.

Pull up a chair, bro.

You've got nothing

interesting in your house.

Will you stop

playing with shit?

And here we go.

The subject,

since our last session

two days ago,

has obtained a nail file...

Shit.

Tracy?

What the fuck was that?

Hey, man, why do you think

the tape just

cut out like that?

You do all that

video editing shit.

Why would it just cut out?

Seriously, I mean...

What are you doing?

Why are you pulling over?

I want to go there.

Okay. For the record,

I am violently

opposed to this idea.

All right,

then I'll take you back

and I'll go there myself.

Brandon, do you not see

what a terrible

fucking idea this is?

Are you serious right now?

All right.

You're fucking crazy,

you know that, right?

Yes.

So, am I taking you

back to your place?

Or are you coming with?

You know, here's the thing.

I have this misled sense

of fucking moral obligation

to make sure you don't

fucking kill yourself.

I'll go. I'll go.

That's why I love you, Clay.

Jesus Christ.

That's why I love you.

Dude,

we're totally lost.

No, no, no.

This is the house.

This is the house?

This is it.

Dude, this is incredible.

Can this not

be the house?

This is huge.

Did you

say incredible?

Yes.

Your definition

of incredible

and my definition

of incredible

are very different, bro.

All right, Clay,

talk to the audience.

Well, audience, uh,

this day's gone great,

and it just

keeps on getting better,

as you can see.

I got this.

It's locked.

Too bad, man.

Stop. Stop.

Hold the camera.

I got this.

I'm going to try

to break this thing down.

Yeah.

I'm out of here.

Clay.

Are you serious?

- All right, can we go now?

- No.

We got to go

check upstairs.

No, we don't.

I'm with you.

You're going to be fine.

It looks like

an elevator shaft.

What the fuck?

Dude,

do we really have to go

into every single room?

Yes.

Dude, there are

spikes on the walls.

Whatever

you say, man.

Don't whatever me.

All right,

that was every room, right?

We haven't been

in the basement.

There is no basement.

I don't know,

I thought I saw something.

Clay.

Why are there chains

hanging from the ceiling?

I don't know.

This whole place

is weird.

Oh, my god!

Holy shit!

What the fuck was that?

There's someone...

There's fucking

someone in here.

Let's get the fuck

out of here.

It might have been

a reflection of a light.

Reflection, my ass!

There's someone

in here, Brandon.

Relax. Relax.

Look around. Are you good?

Are you good?

Yeah, can we leave now?

We don't even know

why the fuck we're down here.

Why are you whispering?

Why are you

not whispering?

I really need to lower

my intake on thc.

I make poor choices.

Brandon, don't touch that.

What is that?

It looks like

i don't care what it is.

Let's go.

No. No, seriously.

Hold this.

Why?

Just hold it.

God.

There's...

There's, like,

a hole in the boards.

Okay.

No, seriously,

I think I see something.

Dude, there's something

back there.

Yo, give me a light.

Give me a light.

Oh, yeah.

Hold on, man, I got you.

Here you go.

A lighter? Really?

I'm keeping

the flashlight.

Fuck.

Brandon! Brandon!

Fuck you, man!

Fuck!

I'm out of here.

Hold on.

There's something in here.

Dude. Chill.

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

All right.

Jesus, Brandon.

You've gone from

dude with a little too

much time on his hands

to full-on

fucking weirdo, man.

This is bad.

That is bad shit.

For this project,

what if we could prove

that possession was real?

What if we could

factually prove

that exorcism had

some sort of real-life basis?

Where do we come from?

Is there a god?

If there is a god,

is there a devil?

If there is a devil,

do demons exist?

If demons exist,

can they somehow inhabit

or disrupt

the lives of the living?

Brandon, man,

you're a cool guy,

all right?

But how is this

supposed to work?

I mean,

after the project is over,

what are you even

going to do?

What happens to you?

I don't know, dude.

I just... I want to know

if something will happen.

Something's already

fucking happened, man.

I don't even know

what I believe anymore.

But this tape?

This tape is real.

We saw this

with our own eyes.

I don't want to

fuck with any of this.

All right?

This is why,

I, Brandon Jensen,

in correlation

with this project,

with the hopes

of conjuring a demon

into my body

and scientifically documenting

the medical effects

it has on me.

I know that

this may be controversial

to some people.

But I assure you

that I am

a willing participant

and am of sound mind, and...

Just think

what this would mean

for the paranormal community

to actually

finally get respect

in the eyes

of the scientific community.

If we could get actual proof

that possession is real

and that demons are,

in fact, real.

For your $10 donation,

I will be

putting up a live stream

of this ritual

when I perform it next week

for you all to watch.

And you will

be able to see for yourself

what happens.

No parlor tricks,

no games.

Everything is

going to be real.

How'd that sound?

Fucking

gettysburg address, man.

Do you think

people will donate?

You know,

the fucked up thing is,

i do.

I mean, even if you

don't agree with it,

people are gonna

want to see that shit.

Will you share it

on your Facebook?

Yeah, whatever.

I gotta roll.

See you later, man.

Shit.

I know this kind of

stuff is exciting,

some of that

might even be my fault,

but you don't

understand even 1% about

what goes on with this.

This kind of stuff,

for one reason or another,

is very real

and it is very dangerous.

You can't just

mess around with things

you don't understand,

Brandon.

Because, guess what?

Things you don't understand

are going to happen.

As your educator,

I respectfully advise

against you

carrying forth with

this portion of the project.

I appreciate

your concern, Mr. t.

But I have to finish this.

I'm sorry.

You're a trending topic.

No, seriously, man. Look.

You and this

famous priest guy...

Samuel Hughes is saying

he's publicly

condemning you

for your

hypothetical actions,

whatever the fuck

that means.

Um...

Oh, shit, dude.

He's under the impression

that you're going to

summon the devil...

Fuck.

And take over the world.

Evening, friends,

neighbors, children of god.

I'm deeply troubled here.

You know,

we fight all the time

to keep the devil

out of our community.

And now, I understand

that there's a young man

over at a college,

a boy named Brandon Jensen,

who is inviting the devil

into his body,

into his heart,

into his soul, into the house

that god made for his soul.

Inside of him!

All right,

we need to hire a medium.

We need a med student, too.

Can you handle that?

Oh, I got that covered.

Okay.

Check that shit out.

She's fucking perfect, man.

Look, her name

is lovely leda.

Leda?

Who gives a shit, man?

Look at that fucking body.

All right. Well, message

this chick back.

Yeah, yeah...

See what she has access to,

see what we gotta buy.

My fundme page ends tonight.

Looks like we're gonna...

Jesus, fuck!

Oh, my god. $10,000.

Holy shit. We had

1,000 people subscribe.

Oh, my god.

I wish buying fucking pot

was as popular

as getting a $10 ticket

to watch someone

kill themselves.

Hey, you know what,

the hot girl just

messaged us, the leda girl,

and said she wanted

to meet at 5:00.

Score.

Because that means

we have time

to go get some lunch

so you stop stealing

my fucking chips, and...

Get some 420 going.

Dude, Brandon,

so this is what happens

when you worship the devil.

She is really cute.

You make 10 grand overnight,

and hot chicks just throw

their medical

nerdy knowledge at you.

Hail Satan, man!

Come on,

we should go say hi, man.

What are you

so nervous about, man?

Come on.

No, I'm not.

All right.

Hey.

Hi.

Uh, Brandon.

Yeah. Leda?

Yeah. Uh, that's me.

And, uh, this is Clay.

Really big help

so far with everything.

Hi, Clay. No, thank you.

Um, he told me

that you're interested

in helping us

with what we've got

going on?

Yeah.

We can pay you,

and any expenses you've got,

we can definitely

cover that, too.

Well, I mean, really,

I'm just going to be there

for simple tests.

We're just gonna

monitor your vitals,

keep tabs on any

personality changes,

any appearance differences,

you know, easy stuff.

I guess that's all

we can really keep

an eye on, right?

Pretty much.

So, what, are we good?

Are we doing this?

I'm in.

Yeah.

This will be exciting.

Definitely.

Oh, dude, Brandon,

they've got snacks.

All right.

Yeah, he does that.

Um...

This could get kind of scary.

Are you sure

you want to do this?

Yeah.

Yeah?

I don't know.

My parents always

encouraged me to explore

every aspect of life.

The prospect of all of this

is interesting,

to say the least.

I'm excited to see

if it happens.

Why would you

want to see it?

Why would you

want to be it?

Good point.

Okay, um...

Would you be able

to maybe get a straitjacket?

I know it sounds

sort of weird, but...

In case something

does possess me,

I want to be contained

until we can find a priest

or something

to exorcise me...

Yeah,

I mean,

i can probably find one.

Yeah?

Um, have you found

a priest yet?

Oh, about that...

The church told us

to go fuck ourselves...

Oh!

...and excommunicated

our boy Brandon here.

He's so subtle.

Well...

Uh, we're just going to

have to find someone else.

Are you guys cool

with meeting up together

and going to the location,

say, 9:00,

the day after next?

Yeah, sounds good to me.

Yeah?

Works for me, man.

I know it's good for you.

Okay, well,

i will see you guys then.

All right.

Bye.

Bye, leda.

Shit, man. Hell yeah.

Come on, let's go get

something to eat, man.

Come on.

Thanks for this.

Yeah, no problem.

Just so you know, though,

i totally

brought salt with me.

Let's go, Clay.

Wait for me, assholes.

Clay, get

the Wi-Fi hotspot set up.

In one sec.

Hey, um, I just wanted

to take your vitals

real quick.

So... nervous?

Uh, maybe a little.

It's okay.

This is all kind of

a little scary, you know,

now that we're here.

There's no

power in this house.

You do realize

what you're about to do,

right?

Somewhat.

I don't like this.

I'm not paying you

to like it.

Brandon,

we're ready to stream, man.

Good evening, everyone.

Tonight,

we're in the basement

of the former residence

of Tracy and Richard crowell.

Twenty years ago,

Tracy was believed

to have been possessed

by some sort of demon.

She was undergoing

a series of exorcisms

being performed by

father mark Campbell.

Unfortunately for

everyone involved,

nobody survived

except for

their young son

and an unidentified

cameraman.

It is my desire

to use this ouija board,

to perform a conjuring,

and see if it is

scientifically possible

to voluntarily

possess myself with a demon.

My assistants,

Clay Harper and leda Morgan,

will be monitoring me

to make sure

nothing goes wrong.

And our medium, Julie,

will be leading the ceremony.

Just put this back.

Yes.

No.

U...

V...

W...

X... y...

Is anyone here with us?

If someone else is here,

please give us an answer.

Shit. I guess

that's a yes.

Um...

What's your name?

M...

A...

M...

A...

All right,

that's creepy.

What are you

doing here?

Tell me

what happened to you.

Waiting.

Waiting for what?

Oh, my god.

Holy shit!

Damn it.

It's waiting

for you, Brandon.

We shouldn't be here.

Where did you

get this board?

We found it in the wall.

Um...

Why does it matter?

Were there any symbols?

There was some

writing or something

on the wall, I don't know.

What does that mean?

Jesus Christ.

- We shouldn't be here.

- No shit.

I'm sorry,

I've got to get out of here.

Where are you going?

You fuckin'

kidding me?

Got to get out of here.

We paid you to stay.

Shit.

- Hey!

- Oh, my god.

Yo, Brandon.

Brandon.

If there are any

demonic forces present...

Dude!

What the fuck, dude?

I ask you to allow me

to be your host body.

Oh my god,

that was so fake.

Yes?

Did you see it?

Yes, I saw.

Is it the same?

It's the same.

I'm sure of it.

Get it done.

So, it's been 12 hours

since we conducted

the conjuring,

and I don't think it worked.

There was definitely

something down there.

But whatever it was, um,

it didn't possess me.

Uh...

Leda has taken my vitals

four times

in the past 12 hours,

and nothing has changed.

It's crazy

to be disappointed

that you weren't

possessed by a demon.

But something...

Something was

definitely down there.

I know people think

what they saw was fake,

but...

It was real, so...

Checkup time.

I'm pretty sure

everything is the same.

Hey, you're not

the doctor here.

Well, technically,

neither are you.

Hey, come on now,

I've risked life and limb

to monitor a possessed man.

So, no weirdness at all?

Mmm-mmm.

Something strange

totally happened

down there.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, sorry.

But, of course,

everyone is accusing

us of being a fraud.

Or, at least,

that's the trending consensus

from all the fuck you's

in my inbox.

Hey, massive attention

is always going to

bring some negative thoughts

your way.

Slide your arm

through here.

Yeah.

Okay, so, um...

This is gonna

sound a little crazy...

Brandon,

after the past 24 hours,

I doubt that.

Well, I'm almost

kind of disappointed

that nothing happened.

And that...

That's insane, right?

No, it's not crazy.

You wanted to believe

that all this is real.

I mean, I get it.

And what better

proof in life

that good is real

than to experience

evil firsthand?

Yeah.

I don't know. I guess,

maybe I just wanted it

to happen a little, too.

Yeah.

So, what happens now?

What's next?

I don't know.

I, uh, don't really have

anything to go on with here.

But I definitely

have to go and patch things

up with my mom.

She did not

take the experiment

well at all.

Yeah.

So, uh...

Do you have to be possessed

for us to keep

seeing each other?

I don't think

that has to be the rule.

Uh...

Well... uh...

This has to be continued.

I hate my life.

I, uh, have

a pretty intense exam

to study for, so...

Can I see you tomorrow?

Bye.

Mom?

Where's dad?

Working late.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I'm not the one

you need to apologize to.

Okay, well, who do I need

to apologize to

to make this right?

The lord.

What you did,

to try to bring

something like that

into yourself...

Why?

Why would you even

play around

with something like that?

Mom, it was an experiment,

a failed one at that,

for a school project.

It was wrong!

And not only wrong,

but you let

the whole world

see you doing it.

I love you, honey.

You're my child.

But I can't have you

in my house.

Mom.

Just go.

Mom. Mom.

Just go!

Come in.

Hey, kiddo.

So, mom hates me.

She doesn't hate you,

Brandon.

But she is pretty upset

with what's going on.

It seems like

the whole world knows

what you tried to do.

And I'll be

honest with you, son.

I'm sure that you knew

this was going to happen.

She told me

that she didn't want me

to be in the house.

She'll cool down

in time.

She's a particular woman.

And to be known as

the mother of the kid

that tried

to possess himself,

she doesn't want that.

I think I know

why you're interested

in all this.

There are some things

that I haven't told you.

Your mother

wanted to have a baby.

And for whatever reason,

that wasn't happening.

So, we decided

to go another route.

We're not

your birth parents.

I'm not

your birth father.

What?

How are you just now...

Now? Now telling me this?

No, you're just

saying this just to hurt me.

Brandon, I wouldn't do that.

I love you.

No, it's impossible.

I'm not adopted.

Have a seat.

You see, the circumstances

which led

to us being able

to have you

were a bit horrific.

What does that

even mean?

This priest that

you've been investigating

was killed at the exorcism

of your birth mother.

The video that

you've been watching...

I shot that.

Your mother had

nothing to do with it.

She had no idea.

I have something

you need to see.

Frank.

Shit.

Tracy!

Frank, frank, frank!

Tracy?

What are you doing?

Tracy?

God!

Dad, I'm sorry.

I just have to leave.

Fuck!

What the fuck?

Brandon.

Brandon, we need to

slow down.

Brandon, stop.

Stop!

Hello?

Who is this?

Uh, my name is leda.

I'm friends with Brandon.

Where is he?

Can I talk to him?

Something has

happened with his mother.

Uh...

Tell him to come home.

Okay, I can go get him.

Who were you speaking to?

Uh...

Your dad called

and said that

we need to

go to your house now.

Okay.

Only family allowed in.

I live here.

Who are you?

She's with me.

I'm leda Morgan,

I'm with him.

Are you immediate family?

No, but...

I need you

to wait outside.

Dad?

Brandon!

Come in, son.

What's happening?

Have a seat.

I need to tell you

something.

Son,

your mother's dead.

What?

Hey, Brandon, how you doing?

I'm detective Garcia.

I just want to ask you

a couple of questions about,

you know,

what happened to her.

Does it matter? What?

Brandon, your father has

a pretty good

security system set up,

and...

Just minutes

after you left...

Fuck this!

Brandon, wait.

Son, he's just

trying to help us.

Brandon!

Shut up!

Are you all right,

mister?

I'm fine.

- Officer. Brandon!

- Brandon...

Officer, grab him.

Do not let him go.

Hold him.

Just let me

talk to him...

No, no...

Just let me talk to him.

This guy is dangerous.

Officer, grab him,

do not let him go.

Brandon...

You need to get it together.

Brandon...

It's too late for that.

Brandon!

Officer, stop him!

Freeze!

Police! Freeze!

Brandon!

- Put your hands up!

- Freeze!

I don't know.

What do you want me

to do when I see you?

Just come down tonight.

Look, I need

you to come down tonight.

Hi, Colby.

What?

What's happening, buddy?

Get out of my fucking face,

you fucking freak.

But I missed you.

What a psycho.

What the fuck?

I thought I told you

to stay the fuck away.

You're hurting

my feelings, Colby.

The hell

is wrong with him?

You know...

What should I do?

I really wish

we were closer.

I don't know.

I feel like

we haven't gotten

to know each other.

Huh?

I don't know, he's acting...

He's acting...

But I want to change that.

You see, I love

getting to know people.

After all...

It's what's on the inside.

Shut up, Brittany.

What are you doing?

Brandon.

Oh, my god. Colby...

Leda. Come on.

Tell us what's happening.

Do we really

have to film this?

Can't we just go find him?

Trust me.

He would be pissed

if we didn't get

this on film.

Come on.

Fine. Um...

We're here

looking for Brandon.

Something's happened.

And it appears

that maybe

he is actually possessed.

Brandon's mother has,

unfortunately,

just taken her own life.

And now,

Brandon is not right.

We are at the west end,

on campus,

we're at Brandon's dorm now

looking for him.

We have to find him.

We have to stop him

from doing something else,

something worse.

Hey, bro,

you got a light?

Oh...

Shit.

Is that him?

Stay in the car, leda.

Brandon, you okay?

Brandon.

Brandon. Shit.

What do we do?

Get him back...

Get him back to

the fucking house?

I don't know.

Okay.

Jesus Christ,

get his legs or something.

We need to find someone,

like, now.

Who are we

going to find, leda?

He's awake.

Brandon?

Brandon, are you okay?

Fuck.

I have to go upload this

so we can get

some fucking help.

I should call his dad.

You need to leave.

Hey, detective,

the Vic had guts.

Where's the rest

of the stuff?

The body appears

to have been dragged.

In there.

What time did you

find the body?

Around 3:00 A.M.

a janitor found him.

Okay. Awesome.

Yeah.

Yeah, 9:00 P.M.

We'll be there.

Okay, thank you so much.

So?

So, that was

the spiritualist.

He said he's willing

to perform the ritual for us.

Thank god.

But he said

it has to happen

where it originally did.

Fuck, no.

So, we just have to get him

in the car somehow.

And we just have to

go back to the house.

Leda. We cannot

o back there.

There is no way

we're going back there.

Clay, we have to

help Brandon.

Fuck.

He's our friend.

This is why

he wanted help

in the first place.

He's a good guy, Clay.

You know that.

So what, now we're worried

about our morals?

Fuck. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, leda.

I'm fuckin' scared.

I know.

Well, I got to make

an announcement

on the website.

I mean, people are

going to want to

see this shit.

I don't know,

that seems a little bit...

Fucked up? Yeah,

it is fucked up. I mean...

Yeah.

Jesus, leda,

look what he's gone...

Look what

he's gone through, leda.

Who are we to stop him?

Fuck.

I'm trying to

help you, man.

Yeah, this is Garcia.

I need an ip address

traced immediately.

Hi.

You're the spiritualist?

I'm leda.

Thank you for coming

on such short notice.

That's... that's Brandon.

You can follow us

to the house.

Okay.

All right.

Everybody ready to stream?

I'm here to help you.

I knew your mother.

Get off of me!

My rod is a thrust.

The penetration of my venom

shall shatter

the sanctity of that mind

which is barren of lust.

Memories are inflamed.

Drink up the nectar

for my eager pouch...

Hail Satan.

And as the seed

that's fallen,

so shall its

makers be sprang...

Hail Satan.

...into that reeling brain,

into helplessness,

according to my will.

In the name

of the great god, pan,

may my thoughts be marshaled

into the movements

of the flesh.

Hail Satan!

Hail Satan.

Hail Satan. Hail Satan.

Hail Satan.

Hail Satan. Hail Satan.

Hail Satan.

Continuing your work,

are we?

You are now free

to do thy work.

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing?

Don't untie him!

Get back! Get back!

Brandon! Brandon,

what are you doing?

Brandon.

Oh, my god!

Brandon, my son!

Brandon. Brandon, stop!

Brandon! God!

Son, I'm sorry.

God forgive me!

I am not your son!

No. Brandon, no.

Brandon, no, please.

Brandon...

Please don't!

Jesus Christ! That's leda!

You see what you're doing?

What the fuck, man?

What's wrong with you?

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Oh, my god...

Shut up!

Put your hands up,

god damn it! Freeze!

Hands up!

Police! Hands up!

Freeze,

god damn it! Freeze!

Put your hands in the air!

Hands up, god damn it!

Hands in the air!

Put your hands in the air,

motherfucker!

Put the gun down!

What are you doing?

I'm not doing it!

Put the gun down!

I'm not doing...

Holster your weapon!

Hey... hey, Brandon.

Come on, buddy.

Let her go.

Brandon, please!

Come on,

you're just sick, man,

I can help you.

Let me help you.

Brandon...

Come on, Brandon.

Don't make me shoot you.

Brandon. Brandon,

don't make me shoot you!

Brandon!

The Possession Experiment (2016) - full transcript