Last Shift (2014)

[bunniefuu]

♪ (haunting singing) ♪

(phone vibrating)

Jessica: Yes, mother?

Jessica' s mom: Jess, honey, why are you doing this?

I've been through enough-- Mom, seriously?

We've been through this like a thousand times.

Do we really have to do this now? lam literally about to start my first shift.

Yeah, that's exactly why we have to do this right now.

Mom, I told you lam going to be fine, all right?

Most cops go their entire career without seeing any action.

Jessica's mom: (over phone) Yeah, well, tell that to your father.

Nice.

Jessica's mom: (over phone) Look, Jess, for me, don't do this.

Hey, do you know what? I actually, I got a nice--

Mom, I'm gonna be really late, so I gotta leave--

Can we talk about this later?

Jessica's mom: (over phone) Look, I need to talk about this right now.

I can't take this anymore.

No, because I'm gonna be late and I'm going to be fired before I even get through my first day

of work.

But I love you. I love you.

Goodbye. Goodbye. Jessica's mom: Jess, please.

Hello?

(door creaks and slams shut)

Hello?

Anybody in here?

Cohen: (grunting) God!

g*dd*mn son of a b*tch! (banging locker door)

f*cking! f*cking cop!

sh*t!

Hello?

Cohen: How long have you been there?

I just walked in. I'm Officer--

Turn around!

My order said to report-- Cohen: I said, turn around.

Stop!

Cohen: I said, turn around, not walk away.

Sir...

I'm Sergeant Cohen.

Officer Loren.

Loren? Yes, sir.

I... I was told to report here. It might have been a mistake.

I thought the new station is up and running already.

(Cohen chuckles) Oh, yes, it is.

And she's a f*cking beauty!

Saint Michael himself would be impressed.

And tomorrow when you see it you will fall down upon its steps and weep.

But tonight you're here.

Sir, um...

I guess I don't understand what I am doing here.

The real question is what the hell am I still doing here?

But to answer yours, you are the lucky rookie to work the very last shift in this mausoleum.

All 911 calls have been rerouted to the new station, so it should be quiet.

Okay, you may have some walk-ups, but just send them up the street.

The address and my number are on the wall.

If there's an emergency, call the station.

Here's the kitchen, and the waiting room down the hall if you get bored.

That's holding, you don't have to go down there.

Sarge, uh, can I speak frankly? Sure.

Why am I here and not a security guard?

Cohen: Let's go, rookie! Yes, sir.

This room contains enough hazardous material to make Chernobyl look like f*cking bird sh*t on

a windowsill.

Tonight, every hardened criminal in this area will do everything in their power to get to this.

And you will be the only one standing between them and the total annihilation of this f*cking

city.

(Cohen chuckles)

I'm messing with you, rookie.

Oh... I know.

It's not in the department's policy to hire outside security when we have a whole fleet of blue

boys on the payroll. Right.

The only things left in these cabins are some needles, some bloodstained, sh*t-stained clothes.

Basically all the vile crap that we collect from perps and crime scenes that have made their way

through evidence and we can't throw in the trash.

The material was supposed to be disposed of yesterday but for whatever reason it wasn't.

So, Hazmat's gonna be here sometime between 10 PM and 4 AM.

Do not leave.

I repeat, do not leave the premises.

Understood? Yes, sir.

I'll be back to relieve you when your shift is over.

Any questions?

No, sir.

(tube light buzzing)

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

Sanford Police Department.

(sobbing)

Hello?

Girl: (sobbing over phone) Help me.

I am trapped.

Miss... I am sorry, you're... Are you injured?

Girl: (over phone) The scream sound won't stop now.

Okay, ma'am, just stay calm. What's your address?

(sobbing)

Girl: (over phone) I think they might all be dead.

All right, ma'am, just, just give me your address and I'll dispatch a unit to your location.

Hello?

(call disconnects) ma. an]?

sh*t!

(phone ringing through handset)

Dispatcher: Sanford Police Department.

Yeah, this is Officer Loren.

I just received a distress call at the old station.

It was a possible 10-54.

I was told all emergency calls were rerouted, so...

Dispatcher: All calls were rerouted.

Well, they weren't because I just received one.

Dispatcher: (over phone) ls the line still active?

No.

Dispatcher: Were you able to obtain any of the vic‘s information?

No, sir. The line was disconnected.

Hello?

Dispatcher: I've documented the call and I'll confirm on my end that the lines have been

properly rerouted.

If there any issues, I'll let you know.

All right. All right, thank you.

(door slamming)

Sergeant Cohen?

Sergeant Cohen is that you, sir?

(door slamming)

(door slamming)

(door slamming)

(groans)

(banging on door)

Sir?

Sir, you have to leave the station is closed.

sir!

Sir, if you don't leave the station now I'm gonna be forced to ta...

(whispering) Son of a b*tch.

Sir?

Sir, you know where you are?

Sir, you're in a police station.

Hey.

Hello?

Shut up! Jesus Christ!

Move.

Move!

Get out.

Get out!

(exhales)

(pipes creaking)

(creaking sound in pipes)

(door creaks)

" (Opens door) ' (groans)

(coughs)

(coughing)

(tube light buzzing)

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

Sanford Police Department.

Girl: (sobbing over phone) Please. I need to get out.

Hey, you called earlier, right? What's your name?

Girl: Monica. Monica, okay.

Monica, where are you?

Monica: I was brought to a ranch.

A ranch, all right. Do you know the address?

Monica: (whispering) They're coming back.

Okay, tell me quickly, is there anything around that you can help me locate you?

Anything that you see, what's near you?

Monica: (crying) I don't know. I think...

I think I hear pigs.

Pigs? All right. ls there anything else?

Monica: I have to go.

Monica?

Damn it! (phone ringing)

Monica?

Joe: (over phone) I think I may have the wrong number.

This is Joe from Bioclean Waste Removal.

Oh, no, no, no. I am sorry.

This is Officer Loren. I was expecting you.

Joe: I just wanna give you a heads-up.

We're running a little behind, you know?

I thought we'd be there sooner but we're dealing with quite a mess here.

Okay, so, what is it going to be more like four?

Joe: Yeah, you know, I'm not sure.

Maybe sooner but... I'll tell you what, I'll call you back if things change.

All right, that's fine. Thank you, Joe.

(dialing phone)

(phone ringing through handset)

Dispatcher: (over phone) Sanford Police Department.

Yeah, this is Officer Loren.

I'm calling again from the old station.

I keep receiving 911 calls.

Dispatcher: All calls have been rerouted.

Yeah...

I know, I called earlier to report the same issue.

Dispatcher: Are you receiving a high volume of calls?

No, it's not a high volume of calls.

She's called twice. It's the same girl, her name is Monica.

She's definitely in some kind of danger.

I can't get much information.

Dispatcher: Did you get her last name?

sh*t! No, I didn't.

But she said that she is on a ranch or some kind of farm or something, there's pigs.

Dispatcher: Okay, she's not dialing 911.

So she has to be dialing your station directly.

Okay. Well, can I trace her calls from here?

Dispatcher: Yeah, I'm afraid I can't trace a call from that line but I can start looking into the pigs.

All right, what do I do if she calls again?

Dispatcher: Tell her to call 911.

Got it. Thanks.

(scraping)

(slamming)

(clattering)

(clattering continues)

(distant clattering)

This is Officer Loren at the old station.

I'm investigating a B and E. Possible Code Nine.

Police radio: Come again? (radio static)

(radio beeps)

I repeat possible Code Nine.

(radio static)

♪ (haunting singing over radio) ♪

(radio static)

(clattering)

(siren blares)

(whispering) “As a law enforcement officer, my fundamental duty is to safeguard lives and

property, to protect the innocent against deception, the peaceful against violence, or disorder,

and to respect the constitutional rights of all to liberty, equality and justice."

Show me your hands!

Show me your hands. Do it now!

sh*t!

(Jessica extends baton)

Sir, you can't be in here. This is a police station.

Take it easy.

Stay on the ground.

Move it.

Get in.

Come on. Please.

Get off your knees.

Get off your knees!

(man sobbing)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

What the f*ck!

(screaming)

(Taser sounds) (man whimpers)

Hello?

Jessica: If there's somebody out there you need to open the door now.

You are interfering with the duties of an officer.

You let me out now and I'll only give you a warning.

f*ck!

(rattling door handle)

(Jessica gasps)

(Jessica breathes heavily)

(Jessica fumbles the flashlight)

Jessica: sh*t!

(heavy breathing continues)

(man breathes heavily)

' (man coughs) (groaning)

Jessica: Sir, get back down on the ground.

(man continues breathing heavily)

(flashlight fumbles)

(breathing heavily)

Sir, give me my flashlight and get back down on the ground.

Let me remind you I am armed.

(whispering)

(flashlight fumbling)

(whispering)

Who is in here?

Girl: (whispering) I'm not ready to go.

Who is in here?

Girl: Please. Let me out of here.

Answer me.

(girl whispering)

(clattering)

Jessica: Let me out.

Jessica: Please open the door.

(banging door) Girl: Don't be scared.

Girl: Do you want to get out of here alive?

Who are you?

Girl: (whispering) I'm gonna hurt you.

(keys jangling)

Give me my flashlight.

(electric distortion)

(generator restarting)

(thumping)

(breathing heavily)

"I will maintain courageous calm in the face of danger, scorn or ridicule.

I'll develop self-restraint and...

I'll develop self-restraint and be constantly mindful of the welfare of others.

I will be exemplary in obeying the laws of the land and the regulations of my department."

(breathes heavily)

Screw it.

(phone ringing through handset)

Answering machine: You've reached Sergeant Cohen.

Please leave a message.

(beep)

Sergeant Cohen, this is Officer Loren down at the old station. Um...

There was a... I'm... lam calling...

because I am, uh... lam calling because...

lam happy to be on the force, sir.

Thank you.

(Pigs squealing)

Ma'am, can I help you with something?

No, I'm all right.

Well, you can't hang out back here.

This is a police station.

No, it's not. Police station's on 14th and Anderson. ma. an]?

You can call me Marigold.

No, ma'am, I will not.

My mama gave me that name.

She picked it out herself, swear to God.

Can you please remove yourself from the premises... and go about your business?

(dog barking)

Look... do you mind if I finish my cigarette?

It feels safer here.

All right, just don't leave your butt on the step.

Hey!

Marigold: You're new, right?

Yeah. I thought so.

I can pick a rookie out of a whole room full of pigs.

Well, you've still got that look on your face like you give a damn.

Have a good night.

I was here you know.

Yeah?

Well, the cell next door but I heard the scream, when they found him the next morning.

What... what are you referring to?

When they brought them in that night three of them, this wannabe Manson family.

I think they were called the Paymons.

Kidnapped and slaughtered those poor girls.

Yes, they did.

They also k*lled the Paymon family on the scene of the crime, the officers.

I should know, my father was one of them.

Heck, that's what they wanted you to believe.

But they brought 'em in alive.

Bragging about what they'd done and all.

I can see you don't believe me but I am willing to bet my t*ts and a pack of cigarettes, it's the

truth.

Well, they kept me up all night

Singing this eerie song.

(humming)

(humming continues)

Then it just stopped.

Those crazy b*stards hung themselves with their own bed sheets.

Marigold: And the commotion the next morning...

I got a glimpse into their cell.

And the bodies were gone.

But...

pure evil covered those walls.

(sobbing)

You Okay?

Yeah. No, I'm good.

Well, time to make the doughnuts.

And don't worry I'm taking my butt with me.

(television static)

I'm not ashamed of what I do.

You ashamed of paying your taxes, taking care of your kids, loving your wife?

I do what I do, because it's right.

You ever hit the girl right in the face with a baseball bat?

Man: We dress ourselves in the cloak of ignorance--

She didn't even look like people anymore.

Face swollen, teeth knocked up inside her forehead.

It got me excited.

She fell to her knees and bowed to the king.

Dorothea: Are you suggesting we are devil worshippers?

(laughing)

Devil's just another b*tch of the Lord.

Rebel angel that was cast out.

Kitty: lam not ashamed.

Dorothea: But he is downstairs doing the Lord's work just like the rest of them.

Punishing the damned for their sins.

That sounds like the Lord's work to me.

But the answer is no.

We don't pray to him.

Devil's been around long before that clipped-wing c*ck-sucker got down there.

Who do you think was there before him?

(whistles)

Dorothea: He just took a break for a while.

Searching the world for pretty faces.

Like me.

Kitty: Dead people are always so messy.

There's so much blood splashing around in there.

Make a couple of holes and it just pours out. (John humming)

I once stabbed a girl who sounded like a pig.

(laughs and snorts)

(imitates pig)

I once stabbed a girl who sounded like a pig.

(laughs and snorts)

(laughing)

Dorothea: She fell to her knees and bowed to the king.

That's what Paymon means, you know?

It was destined.

(John humming)

The king of hell.

There was a family back at the ranch.

But not at night... not yet.

Paymon means soldiers.

That's why we are heading home g*ns blazing so he can take his rightful place-- lam the

dancing flame, a lightning strike, crippling awayI destroy your homes.

The ones alive within your heart, the ones you pray for.

I will r*pe your humanity until forgiveness is what you seek from me.

I like you.

I will come back for you and all you love.

Mark my words.

I like you.

I will come back for you and all you love.

Mark my words. I like you.

(Jessica gasps)

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

(footsteps approaching)

This is Officer Loren.

(girl sobbing) Monica?

Monica: (over phone) They are dead. Monica, is that you?

They k*lled them.

Who is they, honey? Who is dead?

Monica: The other girls.

What other girls?

Monica: You've got to help me.

Okay, Monica...

I can't do anything for you over here.

I need you to hang up and dial 911. Okay?

Can you do that for me?

Monica: They won't stop singing.

They keep singing that song.

What?

(Monica singing)

(Monica continues singing)

Monica: Hello?

I'm here.

I'm here. Monica: Hey.

Monica, what's your last name?

Monica: (sobbing) Young.

Young? How old are you?

Monica: (sobbing) Seventeen.

Seventeen, okay.

Monica, I'm at a station that does not have the ability to track your call.

So I need you to hang up and call 911.

Wait!

Monica: They're coming. Okay.

Okay. Be very quiet and be very still and listen to my voice.

Are you listening to my voice?

I need you to go somewhere safe.

I need you to find somewhere, where you can call 911...

Nine-- Monica: I can't.

Re-dial is all that's working.

Okay. Then you listen to me, Monica.

Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.

You need to get yourself to safety.

You need to find an opportunity to run and you need to take it.

You need to run.

You need to run as soon as you can.

Monica: k*lling...

Okay. Listen. Listen. Listen. I have a question for you.

Has anybody there mentioned the name, John Michael Paymon?

Have you heard that name? Can you think and tell me that?

Has anybody asked you or have you heard the name, Monica: I don't know.

John Michael Paymon?

Monica: I think so. You think so?

Please help me!

I'm gonna help you. I promise you.

Stay on the phone with me.

I'm gonna help you. (Monica screams)

(phone line disconnects)

(beeping)

(phone ringing through handset)

Dispatcher: Sanford Police Department.

This is Officer Loren at the old station.

Dispatcher: Yup, we spoke earlier.

Yeah, we did. I got her last name.

It's Young. Monica Young and she is 17 years old.

Dispatcher: Great. Anything else?

She is not able to dial 911 from her phone.

Also, she said that there are other girls there, she thinks they're dead and she said her captors

are singing a song.

Dispatcher: Okay. A song? ls that it?

I think the remaining members of the Paymon family might have her.

(man laughs)

Hello?

Dispatcher: Oh, I'm sorry, you're serious?

I recognized the song.

Dispatcher: Okay, slow down, rookie.

Look, the Paymon family, they scattered and they are under constant surveillance.

Do you have a pen? Yes.

Write this down:

John-Victor-lda-one-five- two-six-three.

Okay.

Dispatcher: You get any more information you reference that report number when you call back.

Okay.

Thanks.

(distant whistling)

(whistling continues)

(door slamming)

(chairs creaking)

Oh, my God!

You guys are f*cking with me.

All right, enough you guys. You got me, all right?

The joke is on the rookie!

Ha ha!

Real f*cking funny.

Yeah, it's real f*cking funny.

Come out, sh*t heads!

You guys are a bunch of f*cking cowards.

Unbelievable.

You got me pretty good.

I got to say, you got me pretty, pretty good.

(buzzing)

(buzzing)

SQ?

So...

What?

Is it just you or are there others?

Um...

No, it's just me.

Ha! Well, that's real f*cking mature. lam not following you.

Is this like your thing? ls this what you do with your friends?

You put every rookie through this little fun house?

Well...

I don't think that we are on the same page.

I came over here to check on you.

I'm Officer Ryan Price.

You're not, uh... you are not f*cking with me?

No. I swear on my life.

Can I come in?

Yeah. I guess.

Okay.

So, first night?

Yeah.

How do you know?

Oh, just the blinding gleam of your uniform is kind of a dead giveaway.

Ha ha ha!

Well, you came to check on me and you've checked on me, so now if you don't mind, I actually

have a lot of work to do.

Oh, yeah.

You seem super busy.

Wait... was that, was that like a frown smile?

Was that, like, a fr-ile?

All right. So what's your story?

You got the short end of the straw or you just got really unlucky?

Excuse me?

Well, someone made you come here and check on me, right?

No. I don't... If you ask me, I'm feeling pretty lucky.

Well, to be honest, I don't completely mind the company.

Rough night, I take it?

Yeah, yeah. You could say that.

That sounds terrible. What happened?

Well, let's see.

There is a crazy, homeless man in holding as we speak.

He pissed all over my lobby.

(Ryan laughs)

It's not really funny.

It's... it's kind of funny.

Actually, it was pretty gross.

Gross? I once had a perp sh*t all over the back seat of my squad car.

Well...

You win!

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Listen... honestly, when I found out you were working this shift, I snuck away to come and see

you.

I knew your father.

Were you with him that night?

Yeah.

I was there when that Paymon f*ck sh...

It's okay. No, I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.

I wanna know. They never disclosed the details.

He and I arrived early on the scene and... we were ordered to wail for backup.

But we could hear these poor girls just begging for their lives.

So we went in.

And they opened fire.

And I was able to pull out four girls while your dad held them off.

They k*lled six more girls and two officers, including your father.

He was a good cop.

And he'd be so proud of you.

Listen, I...

I really have to go.

You... you really don't have to go. I didn't mean what I said, I'm sorry if I was rude.

You can stay. No, I...

No... trust me, I'd love to but...

If you need anything at all just give me a call, and I can pop right over and check on you.

Do you remember my name?

Officer Price.

Right.

I'll see you around.

Officer Price?

(whispering)

Girl: It's so dark in here.

It's cold. (laughter)

(screaming)

Man: Get down! f*ck‘ get down right now.

(screaming)

Girl: (crying) No, please!

(screaming)

(whispering)

(shuffling)

(distorted screams)

Man: Help! Help!

Help me! Help!

Help! Get me out!

Get me out!

Calm down! Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!

Calm down!

What's wrong?

Get me out! Come on!

(distorted screams)

I need to get out of here.

This isn't real. This isn't real.

Man: Get me out! This isn't real.

(man crying and shouting)

Man: Don't leave me in here!

(cries continue)

♪ (girls singing hauntingly) ♪

♪ From the kingdom of our father ♪

♪ The truth will be free ♪

♪ Through the mountains I'll be guided ♪

♪ Until I do see ♪

♪ I am safe in the arms of my master ♪

♪ my king ♪ (bones creaking)

♪ On the last day I will follow ♪

♪ My soul I will bring ♪

♪ From the kingdom of our father ♪

♪ The truth will be free ♪

♪ Through the mountains I'll be guided ♪

♪ Until I do see ♪

♪ I am safe in the arms ♪

♪ Of my master, my king ♪

♪ On the last day I will follow ♪

♪ My soul I will bring ♪

♪ From the kingdom of our father ♪

♪ The truth will be free ♪

♪ Through the mountains I'll be guided ♪

♪ Until I do see ♪

♪ I am safe in the arms ♪

♪ Of my master, my king ♪

♪ On the last day I will follow ♪

♪ My soul I will bring ♪

♪ From the kingdom-- ♪ (gasps)

(clattering)

(dialing telephone)

Cohen: (over phone) Yeah?

Sir, this is Officer Loren.

Cohen: ls the place on fire?

No, sir.

Cohen: Are you dying?

No, sir.

Cohen: Then why the f*ck are you calling me?

I don't know. lam seeing things, I think.

Cohen: What?

Like...

I just don't know if I can finish the end of the shift, sir.

Cohen: Missy, if you can't handle one night alone in an empty police station then I think you

picked the wrong line of work.

Apparently, the apple fell pretty far from the f*cking tree.

So, should I inform the Captain of your resignation or should I expect to see you at the end of

the shift?

You'll see me at the end of the shift, sir.

Cohen: Good.

And don't call me again.

(phone ringing through handset)

Joe: (over phone) This is Joe.

Hey Joe, this is Officer Loren.

What time you guys are gonna be down here?

Joe: Lady, I'm knee deep in sh*t right now.

Look, I told you, I'd call you back if things change.

All right, well, I'm going to be waiting for you outside in my squad car, okay?

Joe: Yeah, whatever lady.

Thanks, Joe.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Monica: (over phone) I escaped. You escaped?

I'm running.

Okay... okay. This is good. This is good.

What's around you?

Monica: Woods. Okay. What else?

Wait. There's a sign.

What does i! say?

Monica: Carmichael Road.

Perfect. All right, is anybody following you right now?

Monica: I don't know. I think so.

Okay. Just hang tight, okay?

Monica: Don't go.

No, I'm not going. I'll just gonna call the dispatch on my cell phone and we're gonna get a unit

over to your location ASAP.

Monica: Hurry!

You there?

Monica: They're getting close.

I'm gonna die, I know it.

You're not gonna die.

You're not gonna die.

(Monica sobbing)

Monica, is there anything around you you can use it as a weapon.

Monica: They are right next to me.

I'm here.

(line disconnects)

Hello?

(beeping) sh*t!

Dispatcher 2: (over phone) Police Department.

Hello?

Sanford Police Department.

Yeah, this is Officer Loren.

Please reference John-Victor-lda- one-five-two-six-three.

Dispatcher 2: Please hold.

Dispatcher 1: Officer Loren? Yes.

We spoke earlier regarding Monica Young.

Yes, I have her location.

I got in touch with her. Dispatcher 1: Officer, she's dead.

What? No, no, no.

I literally just got off the phone with her.

Dispatcher 1: No, she's been dead for a year.

Officer Loren?

Yes.

Dispatcher 1: She was the last victim of the Paymon Family m*ssacre.

Her body was found in the woods, beaten to death with a baseball bat.

I don't understand.

I was just speaking to her. I, I was--

Dispatcher 1: Look, there were only three family members linked to the murders but there were

over a dozen more living in the commune.

Maybe you were right.

There's a chance that the calls are coming from one of them. Playing a sick joke.

Or...

Or what?

Dispatcher 1: This is just between the two of us, okay?

Nobody likes to talk about it in the department, but it was more than just rusty pipes that got us

out of that building.

The Paymon family wasn't k*lled on the scene like the news said.

They committed suicide in holding, and after that... well, things started happening.

At first it was small, like the lights turning on and off.

Missing evidence. Abnormal sightings.

Soon we couldn't house perps in our own cells without them freaking out.

The captain had enough and he pleaded with the county-- I gotta go.

(whispering indistinctly)

(loud electric distortion)

(screaming)

(distorted voices)

(overlapping voices) (screaming)

(screams)

(overlapping voices continue)

(screaming continues)

(phone vibrating)

(phone vibrating)

Hello?

Jessica's mom: (over phone) Look, I'm sorry about earlier.

Mom.

Jessica's mom: I was wrong to bring up your father.

Oh, sh*t!

Jessica's mom: ls everything all right?

Jess?

I gotta call you back.

Jessica's mom: I just don't like how you say good-bye.

I'll call you back, all right? I love--

Hey... hey... hey... hey...

♪ (piano tune plays) ♪

I don't think you've realized just how lucky you are to be a part of all this.

How do I know this is even really happening?

Do you see this g*n in my hand?

Maybe that g*n is still in my belt.

Maybe I'm talking to a wall.

Maybe I have gone as bat-sh*t-crazy as I think you are.

I could pull the trigger and we could find out.

If crazy is being devoted to something you love, then I'm as crazy as a slimy snail in a tin can.

I would do anything for him.

I'm a little jealous that he took those two b*tches with him that night.

Should have been me.

I forgive him.

I can never stay mad at John Michael.

You need to give me my f*cking weapon back.

You need to shut the f*ck up.

Okay.

(doors slamming)

Have you seen him here tonight?

You have. I knew it.

He“ him.

Tonight is the one-year anniversary of his death.

And I'm here to celebrate it.

So...

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

Yes?

Monica: (over phone) They know where I am.

Who the f*ck is this?

Monica.

Monica is dead.

(Monica sobbing)

(woman laughing)

(laughter intensifies)

(banging)

(screams)

(breathing heavily) (bones creaking)

(bones creaking) (breathing heavily)

(crying)

(bones creaking)

(labored breathing)

Monica: I don't wanna die.

(gasping)

(bones creaking)

(sobbing) Please.

f*ck! What the f*ck?

(phone vibrating)

(phone vibrating)

Hello?

Jessica's dad: (over phone) Cuddle Bug.

(sobbing)

Dad!

Jessica's dad: I missed you.

This isn't real.

Jessica's dad: It is baby.

I'm so proud of you.

You're just like your old man, you know?

Strong, dedicated.

Loyal to the job.

(sobs)

I did it for you.

Jessica's dad: Then why were you trying to leave, huh?

I laid down my life for this job.

I expect you to do the same.

I'm sorry, Dad. I'm really sorry.

I just got really scared.

I won't leave. Okay?

(sobs)

Jessica's dad: That's my Cuddle Bug.

Now, the man that took your father's life is still in this building.

I want you to do something about it.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Hey, how did you get out, huh?

Get on your knees.

All the way down. Come on.

Hands behind your back.

f*cking k*lling me man.

(screaming)

(breathing heavily)

This is Jessica Loren at the old station.

I'm in need of assistance.

I repeat, officer in need of f*cking assistance.

(radio static)

(radio static) (screaming)

♪ (girls singing hauntingly) ♪

(screaming)

(singing continues through radio)

(screaming)

(screaming)

Jessica. Come on!

I swear on my life.

I'm not f*cking with you.

(g*nsh*t)

(screams)

“I recognize this badge as a symbol of fearlessness and faith to be held so long as I am true to

the ethics of the police service.

I will constantly strive to achieve these objectives and ideals, dedicating myself before God to

my chosen profession, law enforcement."

(phone vibrating)

Daddy?

Jessica's dad: (over phone) Jessica.

They're coming baby.

You have to stop them.

Whatever it takes.

Who is coming?

(doors rattling)

Jessica: Don't move!

Man: You're gonna die, pretty little b*tch.

Come on and find us.

(laughter)

Father Paymon's ghost belongs with us.

(screaming) (banging)

Man: Come here, b*tch!

You're gonna die, you f*cking b*tch!

You're gonna die, b*tch!

Man: ...he is more powerful than you.

He is righteous, he is the way.

You will die.

Don't move!

The blood of his children will resurrect as flesh.

And all who oppose him will perish.

(g*nsh*t)

Sarge?

Don't move, hands behind your head.

Help me! Somebody help me!

Lady, what you're doing?

It's me I'm Joe, from Bioclean.

I talked to you earlier today.

Drop the weapon. No! Please don't do this.

Drop! No, no--

No.

No, it's not... (unintelligible)

(sobbing)

It wasn't him. It wasn't him.

(sobbing)

Cohen: Dispatch, this is Sergeant Cohen, I have an officer down and in need of immediate

assistant.

I have...

(singing quietly)

♪ The mountains are we guided, until I do see ♪

♪ I am safe in the arms of my master, my king ♪

♪ On the last day I will follow ♪

♪ My soul I will bring ♪