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(? Suspenseful music)
(Rain pattering)
(Baby crying)
(Thunder clapping)
(Woman shushing)
(Baby continues crying)
(Emma humming)
(Emma shushing)
Richard.
Richard!
(Alarm blaring)
(Guard) Richard.
Up, up, up.
Hey.
Good luck, bud.
You gonna eat it?
You think, er... they'll give me mine when I get out?
I'll be... 64.
I'll get mine.
(PA beeps) 'Marwood, Richard, report to the CO's office.'
Oh, bet. For real?
Big day today, huh?
How are we feeling?
OK. OK.
Do you wanna talk today?
I get you a whole book on sign,
and the only thing that you know how to say is that phrase.
Well, I got one for you.
(Both chuckle)
I can't believe you're getting out today, man. It's crazy.
What's it been, like, five years?
Six. Wow.
(Indistinct shouting)
I like you, man. A lot of guys here do.
You help out in AA, and volunteer to clean,
you stay out of trouble.
You deserve this.
Nervous?
About getting out?
I wish I could tell you it's easy, but it's not.
We don't get to go back to the life we had before just because we're free.
I've been through it.
Dealing drugs, getting locked up,
but, er... you can get through it.
There's a life after all of this.
You got a lot of life to live, and I can help you.
I got a lot of resources, but all you gotta do is ask.
You ever heard of Saint Jude?
I know.
I'm gonna hit you up with some faith.
When, er... when I got out, I didn't have anything.
But I did have faith.
Well, now look at me.
I'm helping people.
I'm living.
Saint Jude is the saint of hope.
Take it, man.
It would mean the world to me if you wore it.
Remember, where there's faith, there's hope.
Just don't lose it, all right?
I, um... I handpicked this place for you.
It's a brand new programme. It comes with housing and food.
It's some kind of real estate watchman type job.
It's your golden ticket, man.
Now, you can't leave out of here on your own.
That's a parole violation,
and you will be right back in here serving your full sentence.
Understand?
Because I gotta know you wanna try.
Because it's either this, bro, or it's...
It's being back in this cell, man, and nobody wants that.
And this pays five grand.
Mm-hmm.
And your parole officer will see you in seven days, OK?
Now get the fuck out of my office.
- (Richard chuckles) - Get some fresh air.
(Cell door buzzes)
(? Suspenseful music)
(Realtor) So... six years, huh?
What's prison like?
Oh. You don't have to tell me about all that.
Involuntary manslaughter.
It happened, but you didn't even mean it to happen.
So, you don't talk at all?
Oh.
That's OK. I usually do the talking.
So, what I need from you is six days in the house.
No contact. No leaving. Got it?
You ever hear of hangza?
It's a Chinese superstition, means calamity house.
Basically, it means when someone dies in the house,
people think there are evil spirits left behind.
So, we go in and evict them.
Everybody wins.
You believe in any of that?
Then you shouldn't have any issues.
All right.
This is you.
OK.
You can just feel it.
It's a weird place, right?
So, you all squared away?
OK. This is gonna be a quick six days,
so just sign your work release paperwork here.
OK, here you are.
Hangza.
From what I know, some old man and his wife died in the house.
No kids, so they just laid there for months.
I bought the house after it went into probate court,
and it's been empty for, like, three years.
Everything is pretty much how they left it in there,
so now, we just need to evict them.
Mmm! Great.
All right. You're gonna be fine.
Just light the candles at dusk, say the little prayer and be on your way.
Oh! Look, this will be easy money for you.
If you want, I always need people who are reliable.
So... plenty more.
Mmm... still wear that ring?
(Indistinct chatter on TV)
Could you be dropping any more popcorn?
Shh, I'm trying to watch.
Are you that mad over popcorn?
- I'm not trying to get all buttery. - Oh.
- Oh! What? Oh, no! - OK, OK. Oh, no!
No, no, no, no.
- Stop. - Just one.
Hmm...
Funny how stuff like that seems to follow us around.
(Clears throat)
- Hey, Mike. - Hey, sorry. I just need a second of your time.
Er...
Hey, um... hang around a sec?
OK, yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah, sorry, I just wanna show you... - (Bang)
An issue with the water leaking, and the...
Spooky.
All right.
(Mike) Yeah, I know, I'm just... I'm just saying, like, there's water leakage,
you don't know how far it spreads, so maybe you can share how long it's been...
(Creaking)
I'm just trying to tell you that if you don't take care of the water situation,
- the next people who come in here... - OK, please, please, just handle it.
- Where's Richard? - I'm telling you.
Me telling you is trying to
I don't know who Richard is.
Is he gonna help the water situation? I don't know.
(Eerie noises)
(Realtor) Hey!
What in the hell are you doing? You trying to run away?
It's called a witching tree.
The story goes they buried a witch right there.
Look, er... I already had Mike, that handyman, look into it.
Ain't nothing.
Well, come on!
My God!
I am definitely going to have Mike fill in that fucking hole.
Right.
OK, um...
Just remember, because my clients do believe in all this hangza stuff.
Don't leave,
or you violate parole and I take you back to prison.
So, um... this gets unlocked in six days, and I have the only key.
Oh, ah... don't worry.
Hey, I thought you might need these.
The well water tastes a little funky at first. You'll get used to it.
Er... OK. That'll be all.
(Mike) Yeah. I'm actually going, for real this time.
(Realtor) Thank you. I appreciate it.
Hey, before I go, do you want me to fix that gutter there real quick?
I really don't. I really appreciate it, though.
- You're doing great work. Thank you. - All right.
OK, um... so, that's it.
I would show you around, but this place gives me the creeps.
OK, so... have fun.
Bye. All right, just get a little farther in there.
I'm gonna lock this up.
Great. All right.
Bye.
(Car door opens and closes)
(Electric motor starting)
(Horn beeping)
(Wind howling)
(Banging)
(Thud)
(Eerie noises)
(Glass shattering)
(? Suspenseful music)
(Thunder clapping)
Hey, don't you think three bottles is a lot?
It's fine.
You definitely bought two bottles last weekend.
We had company over.
Yeah, but it's still a lot, and I'm not drinking anything, so...
OK, I get it.
Do you?
What do you want me to do?
You want me to drive back to the store and return them?
No. No. I just want to be able to talk about things.
So let's talk.
- (Emma weeping) - (Richard) Emma?
(Emma) No, no...
- No, no, no... - (Richard) It's OK.
Please leave. I don't want you to see me like this. Please!
Hey, just tell me what's wrong, OK?
Em?
- It's OK. - I hate this. I hate it.
- It's all right. - You don't know!
- OK, just tell me. - Don't touch me!
I can't do this. I can't be a mother.
- I can't. I can't. - It's OK. Hey, look at me.
We'll be better, OK? We'll be better.
- No... - OK, we'll be better.
How can you be a father when you're drunk and high all the time?
Well, how can you be a mother if you're yelling all the time?
Get out.
Get out. Get out. Get out. Get out.
Get out of here! Get out!
Oh, no!
Oh, my God.
- I'm sorry. - I can't.
Em, I promise you, OK?
No more drinking. No more gambling. No more drugs.
I promise.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I just.
I just feel like there are these little hands in me,
and I don't know how to hold them.
Like... like, I'm gonna drop them.
And I want to love it... but I don't know how.
We'll do better.
Hey
- I'm sorry. - I'm sorry.
Hey.
(Microwave beeping)
(Door creaking)
(? Suspenseful music)
(Eerie noises)
(Floorboards creaking)
(Eerie noises)
(Panting)
(Whistle)
Hey, can you look up here?
And... smile.
(Camera shutter clicks)
All right, let's get another one. Can you smile, please?
Hey, are you OK?
Rich.
- Yeah, I'm good. Just... I'm good. - Yeah? OK.
I know you hate this stuff, but just give me one more.
- One more. - Give me that smile.
- I hate this stuff. - (Photographer) Oh, there it is.
- (Camera shutter clicks) - (Photographer) Beautiful.
OK, let's get one more, guys.
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Photographer) Hey, you wanna check out the photo?
Yeah.
(Rhythmic metallic clink)
(Panting)
(Eerie noises)
Good morning.
You OK?
- You slept on the couch again last night. - Is that not allowed?
Can you keep your voice down a bit? The baby is asleep.
What are you thinking about?
Nothing.
Do you wanna know what I'm thinking or feeling?
I thought we were being quiet for the baby.
- Do you still love me? - Oh, my...
Of course, I still love you.
Why do you keep asking me if I love you?
You're drunk. I'm... I'm not mad.
I just need help with the baby.
I'm not drunk.
I'm hung over, and I know you need help with the baby.
It's always help with the baby.
- I'm doing the best that I can do! - I didn't say you're not.
I just.
I know something's going on with you.
I'm good.
I'm not.
How come I never get to just be the sad one?
OK, you can be the sad one! I'm not sad!
Shh!
I'm not sad.
The eggs look good.
You can't even look at me anymore.
- Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! - (Baby crying)
I am so scared.
Richard!
(Gasps)
What did I do? What did I do?
(Phone ringing)
(Ringing continues)
(Ringing stops)
(Floorboards creaking)
(Emma)? Last night, as I lay on my pillow
? Last night, as I lay on my bed...
Em, I'm home.
? Last night, as I lay on my pillow...
Emma?
♪ I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead ♪
(Humming)
Hello.
Is something wrong?
I'm fine.
Do you wanna go back to the doctor?
She said the postpartum could pass in a few weeks,
and you could get outside or just exercise.
Did you walk with him? Did you take him outside?
Emma, why don't you let me take him?
Just for a few minutes so you can get some rest, OK?
- I don't want to go outside. - (Baby crying)
(Shushing)
Just leave me alone.
(Shushing)
Richard?
Richard!
(Humming)
? I get so lonesome without you
? Oh, like you wouldn't believe
? Can't hardly hold myself together
? Without your arms around me
? The days when we are apart
- ? Time only drags on and on... - (Record skips)
? Time only drags on and on...
(Emma) Richard? Richard?
- ? Time only drags on and...? - (Record skipping)
(Static)
(Emma) Richard!
(Mike) Hey, Hey, Hey.
(Drill whirring)
How's it going?
Look, I know you're not supposed to talk to anyone while you're in there,
but, um... it's fine.
It's just me and you.
I just wanted to come by, check to see if you're OK.
See if you need anything.
If you wanna write something down, you can crack the window a bit.
All right.
What is it?
Mine's Mike.
What's up, Rich?
Yeah, pound it, brother.
Do you not like to talk or anything?
Why not?
(Sighs) Shit, that was rude. I'm sorry.
Damn.
That sucks.
How did something like that happen?
So... do you sign or anything?
Man.
Have you not really been able to have a conversation with someone
since it happened?
Jesus, man. How long?
Si... Years?
Buddy, I'm sorry.
You haven't had a conversation with someone in six years?
I would die. I would... I would seriously die.
Is it weird in there?
Can I come in? Check on the place?
I got stuff I gotta do in there anyway and the water line in the back, so...
All right.
Last guy wouldn't let me in either.
(Sighs)
Man, I'm sorry. I wasn't supposed to say that.
Yeah, last guy, he didn't make it past the first night.
In fact, nobody's made it past day four, so... good for you.
You're number six.
Yeah.
She asked me to stay there for the money.
No way.
It's weird.
I don't necessarily believe in ghosts or anything like that,
but, um... this place still scares the shit out of me.
It gets so quiet here sometimes I just start thinking, and.
I think about a lot of shit. Yeah. Yeah, sure.
(Hisses)
Is it a joke?
Are you messing around just because of whose house this is?
Well, you really don't know, do you?
We got a bit of a legend out here.
I shouldn't tell you this. Not while you're stuck in there, man.
All right.
Back in the 1800s, there was this old widow who lived here
they accused of being a witch.
Her name was Elsie Morgan,
but, um... everyone who knows just calls her the Crone.
There were some people at the time who were dying of some plague,
and they caught her doing some strange ritual thing,
carrying around her dead daughter's old dolls.
Well, she said she was just praying for the town,
but they didn't believe her.
So they tortured her with a crown of thorns and locked her inside her house,
but people kept dying.
So they sewed her mouth shut so she couldn't cast any more spells,
but people kept dying.
Then they said, "Well, she must be hexing people with her looks."
So they hammered nails into her eyes, but more people died.
Then they just figured, "Hang her. That'll be that."
But she didn't die. No, sir.
She just screamed.
They left her out there for days,
coming by, taking turns pulling down on her legs to choke her out,
but she just didn't die.
They just left her there.
They could hear her choking and crying
until finally, they decided to go out, take what was left of her,
and bury it under a tree somewhere.
And people say they can still hear it, her hollering.
If you're out in these woods,
and you come across that doll, she'll come for you.
(Laughing)
I don't know.
Everybody loves a story where the ends justify the means.
Nowadays, though, people don't think like that anymore.
Supposedly, she just lost her husband and her daughter,
and she was living all alone.
It was not an easy life.
She carried around her dead daughter's old doll because she missed her.
That's all she had.
Yeah, I wonder what would happen if someone just asked her if she was OK,
you know, like really asked her, rather than torturing her to death.
I say, if you do see old Elsie Morgan, just be nice.
It can't be easy being a ghost,
let alone having kids running around making fun of it.
Shit, that's probably who made the doll in the first place,
just some fucking neighbourhood brats.
(Scraping)
All right. Well, that's enough for me, I'm gonna go, er...
Hey, I'll see you day five, champ.
(Emma) Richard?
Hey, if you still want those tickets,
I can talk to my cousin, and he'll get them for you.
- (Friend #1) I'll take those tickets, man. - No, man. Taylor Swift sucks.
- (Mobile vibrating) - Hey, man, she's good,
and you can make 400% on those fucking tickets.
Now, are you gonna play or go?
Are you gonna answer that, or are you gonna keep losing money?
Fuck that. Let's see that baggy.
- OK. - Sure, bro?
- Yeah, I'm sure. - I mean, it's... it's late.
She's at home with your kid.
She should be. Line or, er... tootski?
- A line. - Oh, fuck you.
Then we'll talk about me going in. Seven, deuce.
We'll see.
He's bullshitting. Look at him.
Try me, motherfucker.
You in, or are you out?
I call.
(Mobile vibrating)
- Come on. You gotta get... - Gotta what?
I'm just gonna get it chewed out for existing.
She keeps calling. She won't leave me alone.
I'm just trying to be a good dad. I just need a night by myself.
Is that OK?
Just need a night.
Sorry. Sorry.
Just joking.
(Friend #1) Yeah, I'll tell you what's not funny.
Full house.
(Friend #2) Take it.
(Friend #1) Mm-hmm!
(Mobile vibrating)
(Microwave beeping)
No...
No!
What the fuck did you do?
I couldn't... I couldn't handle it.
He was crying. He was cold.
I was... I was trying to warm him. I...
- No, no, no... Why? - I...
What the fuck did you do?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
God, Emma.
- Oh, my... - I'm sorry.
It's OK.
It's OK. It's OK.
We'll figure this out.
- I have to call somebody. I have to call... - No.
- Emma.
I will never leave you alone.
(Line ringing)
'911. What's your emergency, please?'
(Whimpering) Come on...
Yeah, there's been an emergency.
I don't know.
God, I don't know.
Emma...
(Starts car engine)
Emma!
(Gasps)
(Screams)
(Microwave beeping)
(Shower running)
(Eerie noises)
(Thud)
(Panting)
(Creaking)
(Wind howling)
(Creaking continues)
(Eerie noises)
(Door slams)
(? Suspenseful music)
(Distant shouting)
(Breathes heavily)
How's it going?
You good?
Hey.
Look what I got.
You... ah-ah-ah... it's soda.
It's fine.
Come on. Are you telling me you don't like soda?
It's OK. Come on.
Yeah, we're in business now, baby.
Yeah.
I just figured I'd... come by, see how you're holding up.
Pretty terrible by the looks of it.
(Laughing) The looks...
Oh...
Oh, buddy.
Oh.
There ain't nothing like glass bottles, is there?
So, we buddies enough yet, you can tell me what happened here?
You got divorced.
Oh.
She broke your heart?
Oh, shit.
I'm sorry.
I know what that scar is.
I happen to have one just like it.
My kid died in a car wreck when he was eight years old.
I was driving that car.
It wasn't my fault... but I was drinking.
Some kids threw a rock off the overpass and crashed through the windshield.
It crushed his face and his chest.
I just remember sitting there in the car with him like that for about 30 minutes.
I was just thinking to myself, "Oh, maybe I hadn't been drinking,"
"I could have seen them, I could have swerved."
Just sitting there... with my boy.
No face.
Just blood everywhere.
And that smell.
It was his hand, though, because I was holding it.
I stopped drinking.
I still feel his little hand sometimes.
They call it phantom pain.
Anyway...
To our dead and to us living.
(Wind whooshing)
(Door slams)
It's probably just a draft.
- (Shower running) - (Richard whistling)
(? Gentle piano music playing)
I missed you.
- (Richard sobbing) - Shh, shh, shh...
(Gasps)
(Eerie noises)
(Wind whooshing)
(Creaking)
(Eerie noises)
(Creaking)
(Richard whistles)
(Whimpering)
No! Please, please...
Please
Richard, please.
Richard.
(Laughing)
What the fuck?
Richard?
(Knocking on door)
Hey, Richie?
It's Mike, buddy.
Come on, man. Are you in there?
It's day six, buddy. No points for extra days.
Come on.
Rich!
Buddy, if you don't answer me, I have to come through, all right?
I... I just have to.
I'm coming in.
(Drill whirring)
Peekaboo, buddy. No fucking around, come on.
(Chuckles)
You're just fucking with me.
I'm gonna hate you for making me do this.
(Grunts)
Richard?
Come on, bud.
This ain't funny.
Richie.
Come on, man.
Oh, Richie, what the fuck did you do?
Richard!
Richie.
I'm gonna lap your last doughnut, if you don't come out.
(Phone ringing)
Rich, are you up there?
Richard, if you fucking killed yourself, I'm gonna kill you, man.
All right, I'm coming up.
(Ringing continues)
(Ringing stops)
(Boy) 'Dad?'
Who is this?
'Can you come home? Come home, Dad?'
(Mike) That shit ain't funny, man.
You come out. You come out now, OK?
(Phone ringing)
All right, are we about done with this bullshit?
'Dad, please come home.'
Stop!
It's not fucking funny!
God.
(Phone ringing)
Shit...
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Richard?
(Creaking)
(Gasps)
Richard. Oh, my God!
Are you OK? Come on, bud.
Holy shit...
Richard.
Hey, man.
Help!
Help! (Screams)
No... hey, Richard, no.
See that?
It's you.
Richard.
Please.
(Emma) Richard?
Are you ready to come home?
You look so handsome in your little suit, baby.
What are you waiting for?
Hi.
Where do you wanna go?
We can go anywhere.
Do anything.
Just close your eyes and ask.
I don't wanna be alone anymore.
I want us to all be together.
- (Baby crying) - (Gasps)
Do you wanna go say hi?
I just know you're gonna love it if you're going for a little farmhouse chic.
The gutters need some work.
I like the property. It's gonna need a lot of work.
Honey, what do you think?
- I'm not sure. - You're gonna love it.
And we just had it cleared out.
- Really? - (Realtor) Take a look.
All right.
OK. Look, take a look.
(Man) That's gonna need an overhaul.
OK, um... but the price is for ten acres.
This is the opportunity of a lifetime.
I mean, hell, demolish the whole place and build a neighbourhood for all I care.
This is an investment in your future.
(Woman) And you're sure we're not buying cursed land?
I mean, you've done the work?
We stand by our hangza clearings. We're certified.
Go ahead. Go take a look.
Not a single haunted thing around here.
So... what do we think?
(Man) I mean...
(Woman) It doesn't feel right.
There's something wrong with this place.
(Realtor) OK, what can I do to put your minds at ease
and get you two into your new home?
(Heavy breathing)
- I don't think my wife likes it. - I wanna go now.
Please, right now.
- OK. - OK?
- We're just gonna think about it. - Er... why?
What the fuck? Is this a joke?
Er... OK, um... OK, let's put that down.
No, there is a man in there.
It's fine. There's nothing to worry about.
What matters right now is that we get you two into your new home.
(Thud)
(Heavy breathing)
(Creaking)
(Realtor) Oh.
Hi, Richard.
(Man) No, no, no, no, no! Wait, wait, wait!
Don't hit me!
(Woman) Oh, my God! No, please, please, please! Don't hit me!
Please, don't! Please, don't hit me!
- (Screaming) - (Bones cracking)
(Hammer pounding)
(Eerie noises)
(? THE HAYDN QUARTET: "Bring Back My Bonnie to Me")
? My Bonnie lies over the ocean
? My Bonnie lies over the sea
? My Bonnie lies over the ocean
? Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me
? Bring back, bring back
? Bring back my Bonnie to me, to me
? Bring back, bring back.
♪ Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me ♪