Okay.
- Whoo! - Upsy-daisy!
Up, up, baby! Yeah.
- Come on, baby! - Here we go!
Yeah! Whoo!
Fight for that air, baby!
- Whoo! - Yeah!
Remember when your mother used to bring us here?
Ages ago.
Every single summer for a week.
Till...
Till Dad passed.
I'm sorry. I didn't...
What are you laughing at?
Remember our first skinny dip in the midnight moon?
We couldn't find our clothes when we came back to shore!
I was freaking out, thinking some maniac stole them.
Of course I remember. I was the one that had to walk home naked.
And Mom was furious!
Yeah, but we were the ones that stayed in the freezing water
until you got back.
Hey, Mom! Yeah. We just pulled up.
No. We haven't been inside yet, but, uh,
everything looks fine.
Sure. I'll call you in a bit. Just give us the time to...
I will.
Okay. Love you, too. Bye.
Mom.
Let's go get our bags.
Everything is exactly the way I remember it.
All right. Pick your room.
Hm.
Ohh!
This is the best room in the house.
- Oh, my God! - It's just so cozy!
- Oh, I miss this smell! - Oh!
Hey.
Whoo! I wasn't sure that's where it was going.
Yeah.
Let's see a trick.
Lory? You need anything?
I hope this isn't too hard on you.
I'm fine.
The pleasure of having you here
is stronger than... any regret.
Thanks.
This was a beautiful way to say goodbye.
Who is it?
David.
Jim's nephew. Caretaker's my uncle.
Hey.
Where's Jim?
He's resting. He caught a cold.
Oh. I'll stop by in the morning.
Anytime.
Hey, you ladies need anything?
We're fine. Thank you.
Tell Jim I'll be here until Sunday.
Right.
Are you expecting any more guests?
No. Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Mm.
Connection always sucked around here.
Lory, stop it.
You're starting to freak us out.
There hasn't been any crime in this area since I can remember.
Not even a stolen CD.
Perfect opportunity to tell you about my new novel.
You're not gonna spook us again, are you?
Readers like to be spooked.
Not me. Not tonight.
Mm-mmm.
All right. Tell us.
It takes place...
in the house by the lake.
You must be kidding.
No.
It actually takes place in this very house.
It begins...
with an 11-year-old girl...
the age when the boundaries between reality
and the inner world are still blurred.
Somewhere in the woods...
three mysterious men are discussing their evil plan.
A mere story of home invasion...
mixed with supernatural elements.
I don't like this already.
You're not supposed to like it.
And yes, you're supposed to be freaked out.
That's... That's the point.
You see, this time I went for a story without a plot.
We never figure out why they're doing it
and what they hope to gain from it.
Why?
Cause if we know their motives...
we can always convince ourselves
that it will never happen to us.
I want to explore fear...
and masochism.
I wanna know... How does it feel
to be confronted with the devil?
What if you don't believe in it?
The only thing you have to believe...
is that there are men...
capable of horrible acts.
All right. Enough.
Yeah. That's enough.
We'll read the book.
Are you finished with it?
Haven't written a page yet.
Oh, I'm going jogging at dawn
if anyone wants to join.
Yeah. Why don't you make us breakfast when you come back?
I can do that.
Yeah. You don't have to do that.
Anyway, night.
- Goodnight. - See you in the morning.
It's not funny.
I know you're in there, Kay.
Come out now!
Oh, my God.
What?
Dad?
I'm so sorry, Dad.
I'm so sorry.
Daddy!
Dad!
My God. Come on. Hey.
Come on, baby.
There you go. There you go.
All right. You're good.
Good girl.
I got you. I got you.
Oh, thank God.
I thought I'd lost you.
- Never do that again, okay? - I promise.
Dad? Dad?
No! No, no, no, no!
Daddy?
Daddy? No! No.
Dad. Dad!
Mom! Mom!
D-Dad!
No, Dad. No. No.
Were you waiting for someone?
Who is it?
Do it.
Was that a publicity stunt for your book?
Are you out of your mind?
David?
What do you want?
- I don't like this. - Yeah. None of us do.
There's a hotel ten miles from here.
- Good idea. - Let's get our stuff.
- Oh, my God! - Belle! Lory!
Who did this?
Calm down. Just grab your stuff.
We're gonna go.
Sorry.
Damn! I forgot the keys.
I don't like this.
You scared us.
All four.
Ah, shit.
Try yours.
Back inside. Now.
- It's disconnected. - Of course!
We need to calm down and figure out what to do next.
We're gonna sleep together upstairs tonight.
Kids' room is the hardest to break into.
Six hours till dawn.
Whoever's doing this doesn't know who they're fighting with.
Well said. We'll show them.
At least we'll hear them coming.
We will.
They only have one way in now.
Lift up.
Drop it.
Kay and Lory, you sleep first.
I won't be able to close my eyes.
Neither will I.
Just try, at least.
I wonder if they get off just knowing that we're scared.
You're optimistic.
Shh.
What? What?
- Shh! Shh! - What happened?
Shh.
Angela. What?
Nothing.
Leave!
Right now!
Fuck. Fuck.
I saw it! It's here!
K... I saw it! The terrace!
He's hiding behind the wall outside!
Good evening, ladies!
How bout we drop the weapons?
Lower them.
You too, honey. Mm?
Turn around.
Put it on the ground, slowly.
What do you want?
Move the bed!
Mr. Black is anxious to make your acquaintance.
- Let's go! Move the bed! - Move it!
Let's go!
Come on.
Open the door.
Open it!
And say hello to Mr. Black.
Girls!
See...
I'm a little underwhelmed.
And a little disappointed.
I expected you to be a little bit more polite...
and obey every single word I say.
I said, "Say hello to Mr. Black!"
Hello.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
"Hello, Mr. Black."
Hello, Mr. Black.
And you?
Look at him.
Say it!
Hello, Mr. Black.
Thank you. It wasn't so hard, was it?
Now, I think we could do...
a little bit better.
Don't you, huh? Look at him.
What do you have to say?
Hello, Mr. Black.
And you? Hmm?
Huh?
Hello, Mr. Black.
Say it louder, please.
Hello, Mr. Black.
Hello, girls.
Thank you for inviting us to your party.
Shall we start...
with... the fun?
Please.
"Please," what?
- Shh. It's okay. It's okay. - Please, don't kill us.
Kill you?
Why would I want to kill you?
Blue?
Do you want to kill these young ladies?
Blue!
Of course not. Of course not.
Red!
All we want to do is join the party.
You see?
Hmm? Okay.
Okay.
Really?
Very well then.
Let's begin.
Take off your clothes.
Hey! Girls!
Don't make me repeat myself.
You're gonna regret this.
Sure. Sure. Sure. Sure. Sure.
Meanwhile...
Take it off.
- I politely ask. - No!
Okay.
Come here.
Stop!
Stop.
That wasn't much fun, was it?
No. It actually wasn't. Not at all.
Do you have music?
- Downstairs. - Aw, yeah.
- Music. - A little tunes.
So what are we waiting for?
No! No! No! No! No!
Stop! No!
No! No! No! No!
- Hey! Hey! Quit it! - No!
Don't you move! Don't move a muscle!
Stop!
Stop. Stop.
That will be a lesson to all of you.
I don't want to kill you.
But I won't hesitate.
Do you believe me?
- Yes. - Huh?
I can't hear you!
Yes!
Okay. Okay.
Downstairs.
- Let's go. - Come on!
Let's go! Let's go!
Move! Get downstairs!
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
Come on!
Take off your shoes.
No.
Take them off!
Let's go!
You first.
Please.
I would love to please you.
I'll probably do it, too.
Downstairs.
Give me the chairs. Come on!
Faster!
Go.
Continue.
Don't even think about it.
I will kill her.
Don't do it.
Come on! Move!
Come on!
Belle.
There's nothing you could have done to save me.
You died for me.
No.
I died because I had a weak heart.
What is this?
Don't let the darkness get to you.
It will harden your soul and erode your emotions.
You're next.
Your turn.
For what?
Take off your clothes.
Slowly.
Sensually.
Like a stripper?
That would be nice.
Uh...
Start.
- Now! - Okay!
That's right.
There we go.
Okay! Sorry!
Sorry! I... I'm sorry!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Stop!
I won't...
Stop! Stop! No!
Let her go!
And you're next.
You want me to dance for you?
- You're going to be doing it for her. - Stop! Stop!
- Stop! - You're gonna...
Please!
Stop.
Watch.
Stop!
Kiss her.
Give another kiss.
Mmm. Yes. She likes that.
Enjoy.
Stop. Stop.
You're still helping your friend.
Still helping her.
Go on. She likes it.
You want to make her happy.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Jim?
Jim!
Oh, Jim!
Jim.
No, Jim.
No.
Oh, yeah.
No! No! No!
Now you're going down.
Where are you going?
Huh?
Huh? Where are you going? Huh?
Where are you going? Huh?
No!
No! No!
Huh? Where you going?
- Come here! Come here! - No!
Let's get comfortable, huh?
- No! - Get 'em off!
Please!
- Shh. - No, please!
Where you going? Huh?
- Come here. - We got a runner, don't we?
No! No! Stop!
Stop!
- Take your shirt off! Let's go! Come on! - Someone help me!
Let's see what you got, huh?
No! No!
- No! Please! - Take these off her. Can't leave these on.
Shh.
It's okay.
- It's okay. Look at me. - No.
- Look at me. - No.
Look at me.
Look at me!
I love you.
Come here.
Stand. Come here.
Upsy-daisy.
There we go. Come here.
Shh.
Look at me.
Huh? See, it's not bad.
- No. - Wanna dance?
- No. No. - "Yes. Yes. Yes."
Me too.
Well, okay then. Let's dance.
No.
- Come on, baby! - Whoo!
- There we go! - Yeah! Whoo!
Fight for that air, baby!
Fly for Mr. Red!
Yeah, huh?
- Hang, baby, hang! - There you go! There you go!
You look pretty.
Come on. Hang 'em up! Hang 'em up!
No!
Whoo! Woo-hoo!
Baby! Whoo!
Whoo! Yeah!
No!
There you go. How's it feel, huh?
Just wanna join the party, baby, huh?
Shh.
No!
Huh? Come on!
Hey, yo, Red?
Hey, you see him?
No. I don't see him.
Hey, yo, Red?
The fuck?
Fuck.
Drop your gun on the floor.
I will kill her.
Then I'll kill you.
Open your eyes.
All right.
Say goodbye to your friend.
Don't.
Don't do it.
Too fast.
Not enough pain.
Listen to what she says.
It's not worth it.
Thank you.
Soon enough...
you'll wish you were dead.
Kay.
- Kay. - No.
- No! - Kay.
- Kay, it's me. It's me. It's me. - No! No! Get off!
- It's me. It's me. It's me. It's me. - No!
No! Ow! Ow.
They're not gonna hurt us anymore.
We're not alone, you know.
You will regret this.
The other two are in the basement.
They're out there...
watching.
See this?
This is live feed.
They're coming any moment now.
- And all of... - Shh.
Shh.
What the fuck?
What is your real name?
Fuck you.
Excellent.
Mr. Fuck You, welcome to the party.
Maybe, just maybe,
I'll spare your life if you tell me your real name.
Don't say shit.
What about you?
Three real men.
Courageous, strong, defiant.
I like that.
They're coming.
Oh, God!
You're going to die slowly.
That is what you deserve.
No one is coming to avenge you.
That really just sounded good.
Who's watching us?
- Who is watching us? - I don't... I don't know.
I don't know. It wasn't part of the deal.
Oh, God!
I don't believe you.
What difference does it make?
None... to me.
What are you doing?
- My God! - Come on!
- Yeah! - Fucking bitch! You fucking bitch!
Fuck. Fuck.
Yeah! Die!
- Come on! - Fucking bitch! Fuck.
- Fuck! - I just killed you.
Belle.
What?
Are we supposed to be nice?
We should call the police.
No phone. The nearest house is too far. What...
What do you suggest?
We shouldn't do what they did to us.
We're not.
We didn't provoke the events.
We're just reacting to them.
We shouldn't be...
Angela, shut up.
It's not right.
They just raped you!
I got...
For what?
Fuck! I'm sorry.
So you can make your own snuff movie?
No. No. No. No. No. No. I'm sorry.
- Do it. - Please.
No. No.
Please. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Do it. - I'm sorry. Please.
Please, please, please. Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't do it.
No! No! No! Please! Please!
- I'm sorry. Don't do it. - Do it!
Please. Please. Please. Please.
Fuck! Don't do it.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm so fucking... Please! Please!
What? "I'm sorry," and all is forgotten?
I can't believe it.
Nothing is forgotten!
Stop! He's dying!
Look, I'll tell you everything I know.
Okay? Which isn't much.
I'll take not much.
My name is...
Paul Collins.
Okay? I don't know theirs!
I swear!
Look, we met for the first time this afternoon.
It was all preplanned.
And... And he's right.
The paint, the GoPro, it was in a mailbox.
And then you killed old Jim?
No! No, we didn't!
We weren't even supposed to shoot at you!
Look, all we had to do was scare you...
play with you as much as we wanted,
and leave you here...
drugged.
Drugged?
Yeah.
Look in my pocket.
See? You gotta believe me.
I do.
You do?
Okay, so, what are you gonna do with us?
- Eye for an eye. - No. No. No.
Fuck, no! Please! Fuck.
Please.
Come on. Faster!
Come on. Move!
Go!
Move!
I like the way you're thinking.
Get in.
Come on. Shh.
Come here.
There you go.
It's been a good companion of mine.
Too bad I'll have to trash it after this.
- On the bed. Get on the bed! - No! No!
- Come on! - On the bed!
- For you. - No! No!
Here! Come here!
So, Mr. Red.
Wanna do us the honors?
This has to stop!
No, you gotta stop.
Belle.
Belle. Belle.
It's me.
Please.
It's Ange.
Are you really gonna kill me?
Wait.
Wait! Wait! No, don't open the door!
- David! - There's no David!
- What if? - You're all going crazy!
No, no. Please, no.
- Wait. - No!
- Talk to me. No! - No, no, no, no, please!
What the fuck?
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Hey, come on.
Okay.
Almost there. Come on.
- Hurry up. - Okay.
You didn't wanna kill us. Is that what you said?
David.
I hope you're enjoying this show.
Come on!
- Move it! - Stop! Please!
Please! Okay!
Okay!
So?
No. No! No!
Do it.
- No more, please. - Start!
I'm sorry!
Oh, no!
I'm sorry!
Say "Hi" to Mr. David.
- "Hi." - Hi!
"Mister."
- "David"! - David!
Hi, Mr. David.
Pathetic.
- Oh, God! - Shut up!
Please. Please. Please.
Shut up!
- You gotta stop. - This...
- You gotta stop! - ...is for Angela!
No!
No! No!
Fuck! Stop!
Shut up!
- No! No, please! - This is for...
Listen to me carefully.
Whoever is out there...
doesn't care about any of us.
Including you.
He would already have saved you if he did.
You have no choice.
Let's get out of here.
Here's the plan.
Lory, you sneak out from the window in the basement.
Try to get help any way you can.
Red, Kay, and I will try to create a diversion.
Red, I'm gonna trust you with a gun.
Remember, we're not the enemy.
Whatever is the amount of money they promised you,
they never intended to pay it.
Don't you dare touch me! Stand back!
What?
He cut Lory's head off.
No!
No, no, no.
No, it's impossible. No, it's impossible.
No.
We're gonna make it.
I promise.
He's not gonna get us.
How?
Perfect.
Okay.
There must be a reason for whoever's doing this.
Anyone in college we hurt?
Anyone who wants to buy this house for cheap.
- I don't know. - Kay.
I know, I know, I know.
That was stupid.
Have you ever witnessed pure evil?
I wanted to write about it...
but I didn't even know what it meant.
Not until tonight.
I did.
Don't let the darkness get to you.
It will harden your soul and erode your emotions.
Belle?
Belle!
Yeah?
You got me worried.
You were far away.
I was just thinking of my father.
I was thinking...
These old basements, they usually have, like,
a crawlspace under the house.
I don't know.
No! No! No! No! Wait. Wait. Wait.
No. We have to find another way.
Holy shit. Okay, go.
There's something there.
Oh, my God.
We gotta go.
You were supposed to just have fun.
It didn't work out that way.
No, it didn't.
Who the fuck are you?
You would have killed us any... anyway.
Maybe.
Fuck! Oh, fuck!
How does it feel, huh?
Oh, my God.
- Go! - I'm trying!
- I'm trying. I'm trying. - Oh, God.
Oh, he's coming! Please!
Oh, shit.
Okay, almost there. Hold on.
I hear him!
Okay, grab my hand! Grab my hand!
- Grab my hand! - Let go!
Get off of me! Go! Go! Go!
Grab my hand. Come on.
Grab my hand.
Come on. Come on.
Let's stay here.
Now.
Belle. Belle!
Wait!
Belle!
Shit.
How long should we play this game, huh?
You're trapped.
How about I spare the life of the first one to come out?
Gonna get you either way!
Now!
I think... I think we're okay.
What?
We made it.
We did.
We made it.
We're not far away.
"And that night,
I realized that there was no such thing as a boundary between good or evil,
black and white, right or wrong.
All I learned is that this world
is divided by the executed and executioners."
Hm.
So?
What do you think?
Well, it's not Shakespeare...
or Styron.
It's certainly not Cormac McCarthy or J.K. Rowling.
You know...
your proofreader did a good job.
I was right about your first book.
It was a piece of crap, and it sold nil.
I really thought your career was over.
Okay.
And what do you think about this one?
Not great either.
But...
It's gonna make a lot of money.
And as you well know...
wealth gives you the ability to fully experience life.
- That's Henry David Thoreau. - Sure.
So... you like it?
Not a bit. But I'd be crazy not to publish it.
Yeah. You would say the same thing about the Bible.
Probably.
Is this all true?
Yes.
It was in the newspapers.
How... How do you feel?
Better.
Writing was cathartic.
That's why I wrote "A true story," not "Based on."
Yeah, no, I, uh... I got the nuance.
So did they ever prove Belle did it?
She has never been the same
since her father died.
Well, I'll give you this: You got an amazing gift for capturing details.
I will never forget a second of it.
It's all recorded...
in here.
Do you have it?
It's all there.
Not so fast.
Everything that happened last night is recorded in here.
I trust the second half of the payment will be there.
Trust me.
You'll be very satisfied.
Can I ask you why you did it?
I'll have to kill you if I tell you.
Now that I think about it...
I have to kill you anyway.
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