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[ominous music playing]
[faint cawing]
[Dispatch] [over radio] Unit 91, this is Dispatch. Over.
Unit 91, do you copy? Over.
Unit 91, do you need assistance, over?
Unit 91, do you copy? What's your status? Over.
Do you need assistance? Over.
Unit 91, respond. Respond. Over.
Unit 91, do you copy? What's your status? Over.
[policewoman] Dispatch. This is Unit 91. 10-24.
Everything is under wraps here.
[car engine revs]
[Dispatch] [over radio] Do you need assistance? Over.
[policewoman] Negative. No backup required.
[police siren wailing]
Heading back shortly. 10-24.
[insidious music builds up]
[unsettling music playing]
[thunder roaring]
[electricity crackles]
[water dripping]
[rain pattering, loud thunderclaps]
[cell gate closing]
[loud claps of thunder]
[crash of thunder, striking out lights]
-[laughs] Christ in heaven. Not again.
[door opens, closes]
-[woman crying]
[suspenseful music playing]
[ominous music plays]
-[sobbing and shuddering]
-[gasps]
-Please get... get... the sheriff.
[shuddering]
[police siren wailing]
[Sheriff Hudson] What's this all about?
[Winston] I don't know, Sheriff.
I-- she-- she asked for you.
Uh, that's all I know.
-She say anything else?
-Well, not that I can...
Sheriff, I...
I'm telling you...
One minute I'm mopping the floors in the cells
and then the next...
[insidious music plays]
Well, I don't think I'm ever gonna get
what I seen tonight out of my sight, ma'am.
No. No, ma'am.
[continues indistinctly] -All right. You take it easy.
-What do you think is wrong with her?
[thunder roaring]
-You go on home now.
I'll get to the bottom of this.
It'll be all right.
By morning, everything will be right--
[sharp clap of thunder]
Well, it'll be right, is all.
[snapping fingers]
-Oh.
Yes, ma'am.
You have yourself a good night, now.
-Mm. You do the same. Good night.
Winston.
You tell that wife of yours
those cookies she made for the officers and me...
downright perfection.
-You enjoyed it then?
-Didn't survive the night.
[thunder crashes]
[locker door opens]
[gun cocks]
[intense music playing]
[locker door closes]
[receding footsteps]
Seems like you've had yourself quite the night,
from the looks of you.
Miss?
Can I get you anything?
Coffee? Water?
Umbrella?
Too late for that, huh?
-Nothing for me. Thanks.
-All right.
[chair scraping]
-What's this?
-This...
is for the guilty.
[toy squeaking]
Those who have something to panic about.
Well, [clears throat] now that you've scared
my custodian half to death-- I doubt he'll ever sleep again--
why don't you tell me
what you're here to report?
[tapping pencil]
[thunder crashes]
[tapping pencil]
-I'm here to report a missing person.
[thunder roars]
-All right. [clears throat] I'm listening.
Who's that?
[thunder roaring]
-So many.
Tell me.
Have you found any of them?
-Hundred thousand people go missing every year.
Some of them disappear without a trace.
-Vanished.
-Sometimes.
[pencil scratches paper]
-Little Joey Gonzalez.
[pencil breaks]
Poor thing.
-You knew him?
[Cody] I can still hear the music
coming around the way.
And the echoes of spare change shaking in his pockets.
They say he got too close.
-Too close to what?
[thunder crashes]
[eerie music]
-Can you hear it?
[freezer lid opens]
[box thuds]
-Mom!
[freezer lid closes]
[door opens]
[door closes]
Mom, the-- there's no more ice cream.
[Joey's mom] No sweets before dinner.
-[Joey sighs]
[TV suddenly turns on]
[ice cream truck music playing on TV]
[TV shuts off]
[catchy jingle playing]
[suspenseful music]
[door creaks open]
[Joey gasps]
I want ice cream.
[evil growl]
I don't have any money.
Could I go ask my...?
[sinister music playing]
[wet squelch]
[window closes]
[truck engine revs]
[Joey breathing heavily]
[sinister growl]
[thunder roars]
[Cody] Can you hear it?
[Sheriff Hudson] Do you expect me to believe that story?
[thunder roars]
-Little Joey believed, didn't he?
-Miss, are you ready to tell me who you're here to report?
-Tammy.
-What's that?
-A classic case of mistaken identity.
And a voice.
A stranger.
Who called a girl.
Named Tammy.
You never know who's on the other end of the line.
["Sex on the Beach" by Mimi Fox]
[beeping]
[beeping stops]
[Mom] [over phone] I feel like I haven't heard your voice in...
God, I don't even know anymore. Where are you, baby?
I miss you, that's all. We all do.
If you can hear this, please, come home.
I hope you're okay. Wherever you are.
I love you. Always.
Okay.
Good night.
[emotional music playing]
-Good night, Mom.
[electricity crackles]
[woman screaming on TV]
-Next.
-Take it off.
Take it all off.
-Nope.
[man on TV] Everybody's body.
You can choose anything. From Coppertone light,
our non-greasy oil or lotion to our rich,
more protective sunscreens-- -Gross.
- Hey, there's a snack inside my snackin' cake.
-♪ Bake someone happy... ♪
[girl on TV] Hey, Grandma.
There's a snack inside my snackin' cake.
-♪ You and Betty Crocker ♪
♪ Can bake someone happy. ♪
[man on TV] Inside every delicious snackin' cake
is a special snack: chocolate chips or banana
or raisins or walnuts. Snackin' cake--
just mix, bake and serve in the same pan.
[man 2 on TV] There's a snack inside my snackin' cake.
[man on TV] With snackin' cake...
-♪ You and Betty Crocker can bake someone happy ♪
[electricity crackling]
-What?!
No!
No, no, no, no.
Shit.
[hitting TV]
Now what?
[unsettling, upbeat music playing]
[vacuum whirring]
[electric brush whirring]
[moaning] Yes!
[continues moaning]
Yes! Oh, my God!
[snoring softly]
[disturbing music playing]
[sinister music playing]
[panting]
[screaming]
[gasping, breathing heavily]
[TV turns on]
[commercial on TV]
[man on TV] Cute little dog you've got there.
But hold on; in a previous life,
he could have been George Washington.
Nice cat. Perhaps Annie Oakley.
And look at him-- why, it's Napoleon.
Reincarnation.
What human being was your pet in a previous lifetime?
Mr. Reincarnationist E. David Scott will tell you--
- Do it. I'm so sorry.
[man on TV] Women's secret confessions--
all real, all true.
Listen to women baring their souls.
-Please forgive me.
[man on TV] Women's secret confessions--
what their best friends don't even know.
Call 1-900-909-1133.
Two dollars first minute, 45 cents additional minutes.
-For women only.
[woman on TV] Two ways to enjoy
America's most exciting dating network,
with the first minute free.
-Call me. -Call me.
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[woman on TV] Make your dreams come true
on America's love line
since we help you with the first minute free.
[intense music playing]
[phone ringing]
[phone dial beeps]
[man over phone] Uh, hello?
Hello?
-Umm...
[man] [over phone] I-is anybody there?
Ugh, there goes two dollars.
-Well, hi. Can I help you, sir?
Hello?
[man] [over phone] Wait! Wait! Don't go!
I-- I like your voice.
-Ah!
[man] [over phone] Do you live alone?
-No. With my mom and dad.
They're in the other room. Sshh.
-[man chuckles]
I like that.
-But don't tell.
[man] [over phone] Oh. Oh, um...
I won't tell.
-Promise?
[man] [over phone] I-- I can't do that.
-Oh, you're bad.
[man] [over phone] I'm... I'm-- I'm a little nervous.
-Oh, come on. Promise me.
[man] [over phone] Well, all right.
-Cross your heart and hope to die?
[man] [over phone] Uh...
-Stick a finger...
[moans] in...
[moans]
my...
[moaning]
...eye? [giggles]
[man] [over phone] That wasn't very nice.
-Yeah, well.
What can I say? I'm a naughty girl.
[man] [over phone] I don't know how I feel about that.
[Tammy] Oh, no?
Well, we should fix that right now.
[fridge door opens]
[man] [over phone] What did you have in mind?
[fridge door closes]
-[chugging] -[man] Are you there?
That sounds... sounds delicious.
-Sorry, I was thirsty.
I love milk. Want a taste?
[man] [over phone] How can I do that?
-I'm downstairs all by my lonely little self.
[man] [over phone] You're alone?
-Mm-hm. I am now.
Can I tell you something?
Oh, baby. -[man] Don't stop. Don't stop.
[continues indistinctly] -[Tammy] Your voice
makes me wanna run my fingers
across my breasts, down my belly,
and slip my hands into my underwear.
[moans] Baby, it makes me so wet.
[man] [over phone] Yeah, I'm wet, baby. I'm wet.
Yeah, baby. Yeah.
[moaning]
-You there, loverboy?
Hello? Don't get shy on me now, lover.
Ugh.
Well, if you're not going to talk, then...
[man] [over phone] You really shouldn't be doing that.
-Oh, no? What's that?
[man] [over phone] It's bad for your eyes
to sit so close.
[TV shuts off]
-What did you just say?
[man] [over phone] [laughs]
-Hello?
[man] [over phone] Hello?
-I said, what did you just say?
[man] [over phone] [panting]
-I know you're there.
I can hear you breathing, asshole.
[man] [over phone] I know the sins you committed.
You're going to fucking hell!
Don't hang up on me, you stupid whore!
[electricity crackling]
[Tammy's mom] [muttering indistinctly]
...the uncertainty of life's
future relationships, kindly set in limbo.
Hope rides a roller coaster
and yet each day must be lived.
Give unto your people the blessing of your soul.
You know the pain of someone missing
and the joy of when you found them.
Please pray for those searching now, and help us.
Pray for the joy.
[sinister music playing]
-Mom?
[phone ringing]Aah!
[crying]
[phone continues ringing]
[clattering]
[suspenseful music playing]
[phone dial beeps]
-Hello?
[Tammy's mom] [over phone] Tammy? Are you there?
Where are you, baby?
[sinister cackling]
-[crying] I'm sorry.
[indistinct whispers]
Heeeeelllllppp!
[TV shuts off]
[birds chirping]
[Tammy's mom] I feel like I haven't heard your voice in...
God, I don't even know anymore.
I just-- I miss you, that's all.
We all do.
Where are you, baby?
If you can hear this, please, come home.
[thunder crashing]
[phone ringing]
-Aren't you gonna get that, Sheriff?
[phone continues ringing]
-This is Sheriff Hudson.
[indistinct chatter on phone]
-Yes, ma'am.
Ma'am...
ma'am, it is just the storm.
Yeah, just stay inside. Lock your doors.
It will pass soon.
All righty. Ok-- all righty then. Yes.
And to you.
Good night.
[phone thuds]
[Cody] Sweet old Mrs. Francis.
Always afraid of what isn't there...
isn't she?
-How did you know who I was speaking to?
-Shot in the dark, I guess.
[Sheriff Hudson] Bullshit.
Who the hell are you?
-Sometimes the answers you're looking for
are right in front of you.
It's like we're all blind to the reality
that we're truly in.
-What are you going on about?
-She was right there
all along.
If only they had looked a little bit closer...
[birds chirping]
[orchestral music playing]
[girl] Please help me!
Help!
[faint crying]
[sobbing] Please.
I don't wanna die.
Who-- who's over there? Who's over there?
[panting]
Get us out of here!
[unsettling music playing]
Someone please get us out!
Get us out of here!
[intense, unsettling music playing]
[emotional music playing]
[disturbing music playing]
[gasoline dribbling]
[clippers snipping]
[water spraying]
[insidious music plays]
[suspenseful music playing]
[flare hissing]
[dramatic music playing]
[sinister music plays]
[emotional music playing]
[flames crackling]
[emotional music playing]
[Cody] Evil hides in tiny places.
Wouldn't you say?
[toy squeaking]
-How do you know all these things?
-I don't know.
All I know is it's true.
[Sheriff Hudson] Thousands of hours of manpower.
Years chasing leads.
A woman just doesn't walk in in the dead of night
and tell you what happened. Doesn't work like that.
-Sometimes the truth is hard to accept.
-All right, the truth.
Who are you?
-Have you ever made a promise, Sheriff?
-Sure.
[Cody] You swear?
-[scoffs] Every damn day.
-That's not what I mean.
A promise...
one that you know you could never keep.
He had it all.
Anything anyone could ever want.
True love.
[thunder roaring]
[ankle monitor beeping]
[sinister music building up]
[ankle monitor beeping]
[soft notes on piano]
-Incredible.
-Yeah, you think so?
-No, I'm lying to you. You're terrible.
-I knew it.
[both chuckle]
-You know how talented you are.
-Yeah, well,
talent doesn't pay the bills.
-Doesn't pay the bills yet.
What's this?
-That I've been working on in secret for a while.
Um, it's our dream house.
What do you think?
-[Will chuckles]
It's, uh...
-It's perfect.
-Yeah....
Yeah.
Look at me. Hey.
Whatever I have to do to make this happen,
I'm gonna do it.
[Carol] What the hell were you thinking?
I don't even know who you're turning into!
[Will] Carol, come on. I just need you to trust me!
I just need you to trust me, please! Okay?
We-- we-- we need this. Yes. -[Carol] Trust you?
No, no, no. Not like this.
You could go to jail
or you're gonna get us-- -[Will] I know what I'm doing!
[Carol] Ah!
-Fuck! Sorry. I'm sorry.
Last time, I swear to God,
and we never have to see these guys again.
Okay?
We'll get the fuck out of here.
Anywhere you want to go.
I can give you everything you deserve.
-Last time? -Last time. Last time.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey.
[Carol] You promise?
-All right, baby, I promise.
-[muffled screaming] -[Will] Motherfuckers.
You motherfuckers. Motherfucker.
I'll get you your fucking money, man.
I'll get you your fucking money.
Baby, look at me. Hey, hey, hey, look at me.
We're fine. Okay?
We're fine.
No, no, no, no! -[muffled screaming]
[Will] Keep that on me, motherfucker!
You keep it on me.
Look at me. Hey!
-[Rob shushes]
Open your mouth.
-[Will] What? -[Rob] I said
open your fucking mouth! -[Will] Oh, God.
You don't have to do this. No.
-I said open your mouth.
Good boy.
Sorry, what were you saying?
-[chokes]
-Hey, boss. He's not gonna be able to talk
with the gun in his mouth like that.
-You know what, Ray? You might be right.
[Ray] I'm just saying.
[indistinct chatter]
-Sorry about that. What were you saying?
-[breathing heavily]
-You give me one week
and I'll get you your fucking money.
Hey, I'll get it to you. Every bit of it.
-Mm-hm, mm-hm.
Yeah, see, that doesn't work for me
because you and I had an agreement, okay?
I needed that shit today.
[gun fired] -[Carol screams in pain]
[high pitched ringing]
-Fuck!
Ah!
-[crying] This is you and me, man.
This is between you and me, okay?
-Hm. But I don't see anything wrong
with having one less distraction for you around here.
You need to get your head in the game, man.
I need you to focus really fucking hard
on getting me my fucking money!
-[gun fired] -[blood splatters]
-[crying]
[phone ringing]
[ankle monitor beeping]
-[sighs]
[Jim] Will. My man.
-What do you need, man?
-Yeah, I'm just checking on you.
-Okay. But do you have to call every day?
-Honestly, no.
It probably is a waste of our time.
-Is-- is there--
is there a reason for this call right now?
-Hang on just a second.
[chews]
But you know what they say. Rules are rules.
[files thud]
-What the fuck is this?
-I need this by tomorrow.
-Tomorrow? This is at least two weeks.
-Not my problem.
It's about goddamn time you do some work around here.
Yeah, fuck you too.
-[sighs] Jesus.
Just stay out of trouble. Capeesh?
-Capeesh?
-It's Sarah's birthday!
-And your point?
-There's gonna be a party.
-I don't care.
-Big. There's gonna be cake.
-Cake?
-Okay, man. Uh, thank you for the--
[phone dial tone]
What a fucking prick.
[insects chirping]
[distant clank]
[door opens]
-I am warning you, I've got a gun.
[chuckles]
[door slams]
Oh.
Whoo!
[water gushing]
[toilet flushes]
[panting]
[shower gushing]
[curtain slides]
[panting]
-[indistinct female voice pleading]
[tense, disturbing music playing]
[grunts]
-[line ringing] -[Will panting]
Come on, you can't do this to me, motherfucker.
[panting]
-[lively, upbeat music playing] -[phone ringing]
-[line ringing] -[ankle monitor beeping]
-[lively, upbeat music playing] -[phone ringing]
-Hey, Jim. Where you going?
-I'll be right back.
-I'm busy. What do you want?
[Will] [over phone] Jim,
I need permission to leave my house.
Like right now.
-What? No.
No, man. That's not how this shit works.
-I feel like a-- a-- like a ghost in here or something man.
Um, I am unwell.
-[laughs] Ghost?
Are you serious? What are you smoking, man?
-Jim, listen to me. I have not been smoking.
Something is not right in my house.
-You know I got no choice
but to give you a piss test now. You know that, right?
-Fuck!
I'm not smoking! Something is not right here.
[Jim] [over phone] Goddammit.
You're really gonna make me drive
all the way out to your fucking house
just to give you this piss test?
-Jim, shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
I have not been smoking.
Something is not right in my house.
-You're lucky this party sucks, asshole.
-You fucking dick.
[panting]
[car engine revs]
-Are you shitting me?
[door closes]
[knocks on door]
[Rob] Will! Open the door, sweetheart.
I know you're in there. Will, open up.
Open the fucking door before Ray kicks this shit down.
-Fuck.
[knocks on door]
Okay!
[door opens]
-Guess who's back?
How you doing? Jesus Christ.
The fuck happened here?
So what?
Didn't expect to see us today?
It's been two weeks already.
I know. I know.
Time really flies when you're, uh...
having fun.
Hey, uh, where's the money?
-Are you serious?
There's-- there's no money.
Why would there be money? There were no drugs.
The cops picked those up when you--
-Hey, Rob. He ain't got the money, man.
-What?
It's not my fault he went and got himself arrested.
-Mine either.
-You should have hid the drugs before they came
to clean up her body.
-[chuckles]
-Are we being insensitive?
-Just a little bit.
-Look,
I'm sorry for your loss.
She was a very, very sweet girl. Fine woman, truly.
She deserved a lot better than you, man.
-Hey, fuck you.
[punch thrown] -[Will grunts]
-[Ray laughs]
-Ray, tie this asshole up again.
-No prob, Rob. [laughs]
Bring your ass over here!
[♪♪♪]
-What?
-[choking] No!
-What the fuck?
[knife clanks]
[knife thuds]
-[laughs] Whoo.
I have a gun.
[gun cocks]
[knife stabs]
[body thuds]
-Whoa!
[blood splatters]
Oh, my God.
[knocks on door]
[Jim] Hey, man. It's me. Open up.
-Yeah, just a-- just a minute.
Oh, shit.
[Jim] Dude, what the hell are you doing in there?
-[Will] Fuck. -[Jim] Open up.
[Will] Motherfucker.
[groans] Okay, come on.
-[knocks on door] -[Jim] Come on, man. It's me.
Stop trying to hide the drugs.
-Stay.
[Jim] Come on. It smells like horseshit out here.
[door opens]
Damn, dude. About fucking time.
What are you doing in here, hiding dead bodies or something?
I'm just fucking with you.
-[laughs] -Yeah. Hey.
You better not be using again.
-Oh, no, man. No, I'm-- I'm-- I'm--
I'm clean, you know, ever since, um, Carol passed.
Um, you know, I just called because I got scared.
There's a lot of weird shit happening in here.
-Yeah, I'd think so.
What happened to your face?
-Uh, it's a... cold sore.
[Jim] Cold sore?
-Yeah, like a really bad one.
-[sniffles]
-Yeah. Seeing stuff,
weird shit...
it's called cabin fever, my friend.
Listen, you've been cooped up in here for so long
your mind is starting to play tricks on you.
You're thinking you're seeing stuff.
Hey, the same thing would happen to me too, brother.
Let me tell you. It's just like that movie.
You know, The Shining ?
Only you're not in a fancy hotel.
You're in this...
you're in this shithole.
-Thank you.
-Yeah, you're welcome.
Hey, but guess what? I got you a present.
I'm gonna need you to take a piss in this here cup.
-Come on, man. Are you serious?
-Dude, you think I drove all the way over here
for nothing? Chop, chop. Piss, piss.
I got a party to go to, my friend.
Let's go, man.
-You're a dickhead, Jim.
-Yeah, I love you too.
[soft, suspenseful music playing]
[Jim gasps]
Get that shit away from me.
I don't want to touch that.
Here. Put it in this.
-Oh, sorry.
-Oh.
-I really appreciate you coming by.
You know, it means the world to me.
-Yeah, I bet.
Damn, dude, you got to start drinking more water.
-Okay.
-All right. You keep out of trouble.
I'll come see you again tomorrow, okay?
-Yeah.
[door opens]
[bodies thud]
-What the f--?
[romantic music playing]
-Hey, look at me.
Whatever I have to do to make this happen,
I'm gonna do it.
I promise.
[sighs]
[Sheriff Hudson] Well, those are some tall tales.
[chair slides]
Now, miss, you are trying my patience.
I have listened to you
jabber on into the dead of night.
Enough of this.
Are you going to file a report
or is this just some sick game
that you're playing?
-What are your secrets, Sheriff?
-I tell you what.
I'll go get the paperwork. You can tell your stories
to the blank pages that are in your future.
Don't go anywhere.
-You're a murderer.
I can hear her screams.
Like lightning in my skull.
Don't you hear it?
-You're a goddamn psycho!
-I can see what you've done!
-That's enough!
-She fought for her life.
-Stop!
-You enjoyed it, didn't you?
-I said that's enough!
You think you know me?
You think you know who I am?
You think you know my secrets?
Oh, you know nothing.
You are as crazy as a shithouse mouse.
You and all the stories you've been telling.
-It's all true.
-I don't give a rat's ass what's true and what's not.
All I know is you're under arrest
for assaulting a police officer--
oh, and filing a fake report.
-I can't breathe.
-Oh, you can't breathe?
-Please.
[growling]
[Cody] Please.
-[sinister growling]
-They all know.
[sinister music playing]
-[gasps sharply]
-[gun fired] -[blood splatters]
[clanking]
[thunder roaring]
["O Holy Night" by Brand New and Luke Wood]
♪ O holy night ♪
♪ The stars are Brightly shining ♪
♪ It is the night of The dear Savior's birth ♪
♪ Long lay the world In sin and error pining ♪
♪ 'Til He appeared ♪
♪ And the soul felt its worth ♪
♪ A thrill of hope The weary soul rejoices ♪
♪ For yonder ♪
♪ Breaks a new and Glorious morn ♪
♪ Fall on your knees ♪
♪ O hear the angels' voices ♪
♪ O night divine ♪
♪ O night ♪
♪ When Christ was born ♪
♪ O night ♪
♪ Divine ♪
♪ O night divine ♪
♪ O Fall on your knees ♪
♪ O hear the angels' voices ♪
♪ O night divine ♪
♪ O night ♪
♪ When Christ was born ♪
♪ O night divine ♪
[ending music theme playing]
[music fades out]