Curse of the Clown Motel, The (2023)

[bunniefuu]

[Alma] My grandmother Kaku

used to tell me stories

passed down from our ancestors

about the chindi,

which was a Navajo word

for ghost.

But unlike Casper,

the chindi was an unstoppable,

all-consuming evil force,

exacting vengeance

for wrongs against our people.

-[people chattering]

-[western music]

Rough day, huh?

[people chattering]

Serves 'em right.

Trying to take all that land

and keep it for themselves.

Only good Indian is

a dead Indian, right?

-Cheers.

-Yeah, how in the hell

would you guys know?

You weren't out there with us.

What?

[chuckles]

What we did

wasn't very sporting.

It's a shame

those elders weren't with us

from the beginning,

especially that young one,

he had some fire to him.

What's done is done.

Amen, Captain.

Amen.

[people chattering]

-[doors creaking]

-[ominous music]

[intense percussion music]

Who's this?

[thunder crashes]

[intense percussion music]

-[thunder crashes]

-[electricity buzzing]

-[electricity buzzes]

-[suspenseful music]

-[metal clanks]

-[blood dripping]

-[thuds]

-[blood splashes]

[gasps]

[men grunting]

[man] Get him!

[man shouts]

[electricity buzzing]

[man shouting]

[electricity buzzing]

-[metal strikes]

-[man shouting]

[g*nshots banging]

[growling]

[devilish whispers]

[g*n clicks]

[g*nsh*t bangs]

-[chindi roaring]

-[electricity buzzing]

[whooshes]

[thunder rumbling]

[electricity buzzing]

-[thunder crashes]

-[thuds]

[groaning]

[metal swishes]

[electricity buzzing]

[man shouting]

[thunder rumbling]

[shouting]

[devilish whispers]

[groaning]

[ominous music]

[thunder crashing]

[thunder crashing]

[man grunting]

I don't know

how you've done this,

but this isn't the last of me.

[thunder rumbling]

-[thunder crashing]

-[electricity buzzing]

-[chindi roaring]

-[man screaming]

-[thunder crashing]

-[electricity buzzing]

[ominous music]

-[thunder rumbling]

-[electricity buzzing]

[solemn music]

[bird cawing]

[store bell ringing]

Feet.

Yeah.

You know, I admire

your little church, Ana.

You people always seem

to find a way to stay alive.

We have to, Mr. Wilson.

We were here long

before you, we'll be

here when you're gone.

Well, first of all,

I'm not going anywhere.

I mean, you wouldn't believe

how many offers

I've had on this motel.

I've turned 'em all down.

Why didn't you

people make an offer

back when I bought the place?

We weren't considered

white enough

to make an offer, Mr. Wilson.

Yeah.

There is that.

But I can tell you this.

If I ever sell this motel,

I'm gonna make sure

whoever buys it knows

what kind of staff comes with it

and how valuable you people are.

After all that, are you saying

you wouldn't let us

make an offer on this place?

No, I'm saying

that I don't think

your collection plate

is deep enough

to buy this property.

You don't know anything

about how deep

our collection plate is,

Mr. Wilson.

Ana, calm down.

You don't wanna be

attacking your boss

and getting fired the same day

your company arrives.

Alma is here?

You know, I never even knew

you had kids, Ana.

That's because

you never asked, Mr. Wilson.

[store bell ringing]

[door closes]

[Alma]

I had been gone long enough.

I had to return

to where I grew up

and do what I could

to bring to light

the atrocities

committed against

my Greasewood ancestors.

[scoffs]

[beeps]

Well, f*ck me.

Now I know what they meant

by the Clown Motel

Challenge online.

And from the outside of it...

looks like I'm not getting

any sleep tonight.

[sighs]

[door clicks open]

[solemn music]

[metal bangs]

[eerie music]

[tense western music]

[bird caws]

Hey!

Hey, Joe!

[beeps]

Well, it's good to

know the members

of Kaku's cult

have really aged well.

Joe Bamford.

Still sulks.

And that outfit has yet

to be washed.

[sighs]

Alma, Alma.

Your childhood,

nothing has changed.

Well, maybe the bang job.

[scoffs]

But the clowns?

They're still here.

Well, this is new.

Quite a collection, huh?

Yeah.

It's gotten a lot bigger

since I was a kid.

Well, it was probably

well before I bought the motel.

Well, the last time

I was here, I was eight.

It's like 15 years ago.

I got a few minutes now,

if you want to have that talk

that you asked me for.

Yeah.

Good.

[Alma] This place

looks smaller.

Well, you probably grow a lot

in 15 years.

I don't remember

that wall being there.

Is that a new door?

You got a good eye, Miss Perez.

We did a remodel

a couple of years ago.

Put some plumbing

behind that wall

and made some

additions on that one.

So you're here doing

research for a college paper,

huh?

Are you up for it?

It's for a business class?

This is for my

graduate thesis.

Cultural anthropology.

Graduate thesis,

cultural anthropology,

specializing in the

Greasewood natives.

Greasewood natives?

That's an Indian

tribe of some sort?

Like a tribe

of Native Americans.

Yes.

You've never heard

of the Greasewoods?

No, but I'm not much

of a history buff.

Well, I think that's evident.

Do you know

what you have here, Mr. Wilson?

A scary clown skull.

This stone carving

is not a scary clown skull.

It's a death totem.

It's to ward off evil spirits.

It's very hard to come by

in my study,

and you happen to have

several of them

in your collection.

Wow.

Is it of any value?

Mr. Wilson.

I know you think you know

all about your motel.

But those stories

that you put in those brochures

and on your website,

those ghost stories

have happened

in one fashion or another.

Yep.

Eyewitnesses.

Tragic deaths have

occurred in these rooms.

And all the while,

an evil clown lurks

somewhere nearby.

[scoffs]

What I wanted

to talk to you about

is what this place was

before it was the clown motel.

Sure.

Fire away.

Coffee?

-Oh, I'm good.

I see that you market

the graveyard

and the mining sites

as tourist destinations

on your website,

and that the miners

used to stay here in the 1900s.

[Wilson]

Yeah, they did.

They did indeed.

But if you know more,

I'd sure love to hear it,

'cause I'm always

looking to update

the website ghost stories.

Horror sells.

I'm talking about

what Tonapah was in the 1800s,

back when it was Butler City.

There was this m*ssacre...

-[tense music]

-[g*nsh*t bangs]

[Alma] ...where it eliminated

all the Greasewoods

just to build a railroad

in this area of Nevada.

[fire roaring]

There's no railroad

anywhere near here.

Exactly.

That's where I'm piecing

everything together.

Okay.

I'm all ears.

The reason why

there was no railroad built...

Sit here.

Is because the ones

who wanted to do the m*ssacre

were massacred themselves...

right in this very spot.

And after doing some research,

it shows this place

used to be called

the Butler City,

founded by Wyatt Earp

passing through town.

Wyatt Earp?

Wow.

You have proof of that?

Just legends and

legends passed on

from generation to generation.

But I'm looking for proof.

Documents, articles,

like artifacts, records.

And this is where

you can help me.

There's this cellar

below this building.

I used to play in it

when I was a kid.

And I remember

there was this box down there

with these documents.

Do you know about

this box, Mr. Wilson?

No, because the cellar

was already sealed up

by the time I bought the motel.

The building department said

it was structurally unsound

and it didn't meet

zoning codes, and you know...

Well, if I can get access

to this box

with documents in it,

this would be a huge addition

to my thesis.

And if those documents

have any historic importance,

I can call

the US Historic Registry

and have this place turned

into a Greasewood memorial.

But what would

happen to my motel?

Well, I'm guessing

that the government

would make you an offer

and reclaim the land.

Reclaim the land.

[chuckling]

It's a good thing

that you're not

a business major,

Miss Perez, because that

was the worst sales pitch

that I have ever heard

to gain access to my basement.

What incentive

would I possibly have

to let you go down

into that cellar

if I was gonna lose

my land as a result?

Well, maybe...

because it's the

right thing to do.

But regulations

strictly forbid me

from letting anybody

down in that cellar.

It's unsafe.

Crumbling structurally.

They could shut me

down if they found out.

Sorry.

So was the cellar

what you wanted

to talk to me about?

'Cause if it was, I think

we've about covered it.

I wish I could help you,

but I can't.

Now I don't know

if you're planning to go over

to the cemetery and...

Take some etchings or anything.

The gravestones are

marvelous over there.

I'm not sure this meets up

with...

university

archeological standards,

but the kids enjoy using 'em

when they go over there.

So.

I gotta get back to work.

I've got a bunch of execs from

the largest bank in the area

coming in for a stag party

in like 15 minutes or so.

Sounds like fat

profiteers on the land

stolen from my people.

I can't argue

with you about that.

Oh, I want you to take this.

I want you to have it,

means a whole hell of a lot more

to you than it does to me.

And you know, the work

you're doing is important, Alma.

Don't let the hurdle stop you.

Gonna be plenty

of those in life.

That's great advice, Mr. Wilson.

I'll take it.

[store bell ringing]

[chuckles]

Yes.

Yes.

-What the f*ck?

-You're welcome.

-Holy sh*t.

-What the f*ck is this?

Look, I know it might

not look like much, but,

well, that's kind of the point.

We're giving Louis

a proper send-off, and

this is the perfect

place to hide some secrets,

ain't that right, Mr. Arturo?

-Yes.

-Oh my god, you're right there.

Well, there's a lot of things

to bury tonight,

and knowing Sloan,

he's gonna dump

his whole 401k

at the crap table.

[all laughing]

Not this time, not this time.

While me and Brooke

bury our face

-in every drink-- [indistinct]

-That's right, baby.

-What about Louis here?

-This is Louis's wedding.

He'll be the one with his head

under the stripper's t*ts by the

end of the night.

-[laughters]

-[Sloan] Yeah! Yeah.

Like a banker is.

Well, we're good bankers,

and that's why we deserve

to have a good time.

Yeah.

You sure this place is safe?

He booked this trip

through a church group,

so as far as

I'm concerned, must be blessed.

Nobody's getting

into any trouble

they can't handle

tonight, all right?

All right.

Mike's gonna go check us in.

We're gonna divvy up the rooms.

We're gonna get some food,

and I take the town

for all the money

they got.

-Nice.

-[Brooke] I'm bunking

with Carrie.

Mike, you should with Sloan.

Meanwhile, Louis here

gets a room all to himself,

just in case he decides to hire

some late night company, baby.

[Sloan] Yeah!

Not happening. I'm loyal.

-[Carrie] Okay.

-Not happening.

[Alma sighs]

-[eerie music]

-[devilish whispering]

[solemn music]

What are you doing here?

[door closes]

[solemn music]

And so you've made your way

back to the motel.

[eerie music]

[door opens]

Really, Kaku?

Please, Toko, the book was open

when I walked in.

Of course.

This is forgotten folklore.

I didn't know the book

was still in print.

It isn't.

It's Mom's.

Right.

Why do you trouble

yourself with these myths?

Chindi spirits?

Your whole church is named

after a chindi.

That was before my time.

I don't like it

anymore than you do.

But it's history.

And history is dark

and depressing,

unless you're white.

Mr. Wilson told me

why you're here.

That was uncomfortable

for him to hear.

It was upsetting to me

too.

I'm doing this for us, Kaku.

For your church.

For our family, for our people.

For all of us.

All of us that are left.

When your mother

took you, I never left.

Our church is here.

This is still our home,

and you have no right

to take that away from us.

Do you think they'd

raise this motel

to erect a memorial and

let us keep our place?

This is the US government.

They don't place

memorials for us.

They place them for themselves.

Cynical, Kaku.

[scoffs] Cynical is

a young person's word

for older and wiser, Toko.

You wanna write

a book about our people,

make a documentary,

put us on a TV show,

you would make me

so proud.

But this memorial idea?

It's a lost cause.

[beeps]

Kaku is afraid of change.

A product of an insular nature

of being in a fringe

religious group like hers.

Kaku thinks she has ownership.

She's still just that.

[beeps]

[suspenseful music]

[tense western music]

[Alma] Our church has tried

to stop the vengeful chindi

from its murderous

revenge on this town.

Only we Greasewood

descendants can put

an end to the killings.

[suspenseful music]

[door closes]

[Alma] And this sword is

the last piece we need

to perform the sacred ritual

to finally banish the chindi.

[eerie music]

It needs to be done.

The evil needs to go.

[Alma] Kaku, I need to speak

with you.

Look at you making a scene.

What's gotten into you?

What's gotten into me?

What's gotten into you and

your little church group?

Hmm?

Your room, now.

Kaku, how could you.

How could I what, Toko?

Your church booked

employees of the bank

that f*cked you

and your friends over.

Hold your tongue.

This is my livelihood.

We wanted to get our money back,

and this was the only way

it was going to happen.

Our tour books rooms

and Mr. Wilson gives us

a commission.

It's as simple as that.

There are more

opportunities in this world

other than this motel.

I don't understand you, Kaku.

And I don't understand you.

You're so headstrong,

just like your mother.

I'm cursed with a daughter

who doesn't listen

and a granddaughter who

follows in her footsteps.

Yeah, because

she wanted justice,

real lasting justice

for our ancestors.

You can help me.

All I need to do

is get into that cellar.

Absolutely not.

Then-- then let me into

Clem Wilson's office.

Maybe I can find

something.

What you need to find,

Alma, is the church.

Drop this thing

and let me do what your mother

would never do.

I will teach you

about our history

and introduce you to the chindi.

Listen to yourself.

You're employed

by an unscrupulous man

who would hand you off

for any amount of money.

Why protect this

motel when you can

make this place

a hallowed ground?

We are the last

of the Greasewood.

This motel may be under

someone else's name,

but the land and its spirit

has always belonged to us.

Let it go.

It would be best

if you checked out

before I came back tomorrow.

Leave tonight.

Don't stay a moment longer.

[door opens]

[ominous music]

[knob rattling]

Hmm, my old trick works.

Clown Motel is attracting

a lot of offers.

not bad.

[tense music]

[door creaking]

[sighs]

[objects rattle]

[door creaks]

sh*t.

[ominous music]

[door creaks]

[sighs]

[dark whimsical music]

[Joe] You only dance with me.

[exhales]

[door creaks]

[Joe whistling]

[wood creaks]

I have successfully

made it into the cellar.

Nothing has changed

since I was a child.

I'm surprised that Clem Wilson

hasn't scorned his way

down here to get

some artifacts for his website.

But...

everything still sits

all these years later.

[beeps]

[eerie music]

[tense music]

[tense music]

[gasps]

Just as I remember it.

[man's voice]

The doctors have diagnosed me

with typhoid fever.

They have their theories.

But I know it's the Greasewood.

So it is with sound mind

that I can confess the evil

that I helped commit in hopes

that the elder will forgive me,

though he has every right

to spurn

and condemn me

to the fires of hell.

Our deception was plain.

We lured the two elders

of the Greenwood tribe

to the saloon

for negotiation of their land

to build the railway.

Captain Cranston,

who'd formed an outfit

resembling the Pinkertons,

was hired

to ensure

the acquisition of the land.

A monetary settlement

was to be discussed

and the elders

arrived in good faith.

I served as a distraction

while Cranston's men

m*rder*d the entire tribe,

including the elders...

-[g*n fires]

-...when they returned.

[groans]

And I was told that

the elders were k*lled

but the young elder

that arrived for his revenge

that night

was not the same

that had come in earlier.

He moved like a shadow,

eviscerating the men

in the most horrific fashion.

[tense music]

[gasping]

[ominous music]

Ending with the captain.

Foolishly, I thought to

preserve the captain's dignity,

pulling the sword away.

[tense music]

His horrible mouth

leered over as though

his jaws might open

and swallow me whole.

[chindi roaring]

I pointed Cranston's weapon

at him

and he uttered an awful laugh

with a single phrase

before disappearing

supernaturally.

[speaking native language]

[man sobbing]

[footsteps thudding]

[tense music]

[door creaks]

-[door slams]

-[Alma grunts]

Hey, she's in the cellar.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

The blade is in place.

It happens tonight.

[eerie music]

[gentle music]

Hmm.

[ominous music]

[thunder crashing]

[voices whispering indistinctly]

[chindi roars]

[chindi roaring]

[solemn music]

[toilet flushes]

[Sloan] Ready to go?

Can't rush beauty, baby.

[Sloan] We'll be here all night.

[chuckles]

That's what nightmares

are made up right there.

[ghostly whisper]

[Sloan] Let's go.

Ladies are waitin'.

[Mike] Perfection.

Let's go!

[tense music]

[ominous music]

[door closes]

[Mr. Wilson] Feet.

Hey, boss.

Don't think I'm not aware of

your little conspiracy here.

-Conspiracy?

-Yeah.

You guys always book

these bachelor party deals

when I have the night duty.

-You going to church?

-Yes, sir.

-For the collection

plate.

-Thank you much.

Okay.

My pleasure.

-Don't worry.

-No, I won't.

-Good night, Joe.

-Good night.

[store bell ringing]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Johnson.

Don't you ever sleep?

[scoffs]

I told you I am not selling.

I don't care

if he has Chinese backers.

If I'm not selling,

I'm not selling.

[tense western music]

All right, turn 'em up.

Full house.

Oh.

Sucks to be you.

Mike Hardy, ladies and

gentlemen, remember the name.

-Here you go.

-Ah, thank you, love.

-You're welcome.

-A little something for you.

Ah, thank you.

I'll take that dealer

button from you.

Appreciate it.

-There you are.

-Thank you.

Mike, you're gonna

f*cking

get outta this...

[mumbling]

These idiots have no idea.

[sighs]

[tense music]

[laughing]

Gentlemen...

Let's go.

Hit. Nice.

Split.

Ooh, fancy.

-Nice.

-Damn.

[Sloan mumbling]

[all laughing]

Nice.

Look at the lot of you,

using your dirty money

just to attempt to buy

yourselves some good time.

Excuse me?

You're not excused.

[indistinct] bankers?

Never all.

Hold on, dude.

We're just here

to have a good time.

Watch your mouth before

something slips into it,

like my fist.

Hey, watch your mouth,

before something I have

slips into yours.

What the f*ck

did you just say?

Hold on, dude,

what's your problem?

We got this, babe.

Just come on, relax,

relax, we got it.

I lost my business partner

because of you banksters.

Structuring loans that you knew

he couldn't pay back.

And then when he couldn't

and defaulted,

you swooped in and pulled out

from under him

his business, his properties.

Putting him on the street

to die of heartache.

That's my problem.

All right, get the f*ck

out of here right now.

-Come on, come on.

-Sit down, sit down. Relax.

-Get out.

-Whatever, buddy.

Whatever?

Easy, easy.

When you party off

of someone else's death,

all you do is gain

the attention

of the grim reaper!

All right, there you go.

-Have a nice day.

-Good boy.

-Bye.

-And I'm taking your chips.

Loser, man.

I'm so sorry,

that's outta character of me.

I don't know if it's the

nerves or if I'm just

having cold feet,

but it's weird,

because as you can see,

I love my girl.

You know, she know I love her,

and now you know I love my girl.

Make a long story short,

we met a year ago online, okay?

I feel like things are rushed.

Like, I like ice cream.

I don't even know

her favorite ice cream.

And I'm sorry

for awkwardly venting to you,

I just had to let that out.

Did I mention I had five drinks?

I think it's sweet.

There's something

very sexy about a man

who's willing to

commit to one woman.

Enjoy the drink.

[solemn music]

I'm gonna enjoy the drink.

She said so.

Come on, friend.

[chanting in native language]

Silence.

[Brooke yawns]

Oh, I'm so tired.

The party continues,

boys and girls.

I just scored some blow

off the bartender!

Oh no, man, I haven't done

any of that sh*t since I was

studying for my exams.

[Carrie]

It's about time you do again.

Your room or ours?

Let's make it yours.

Mike likely to hurt himself.

Anger and coke don't mix

in my experience.

f*cking town.

Come on, big boy.

I'm gonna show you

what your future wife isn't.

It should be me.

Forgive me.

[grunts]

f*ck. [grunts]

[mumbles]

[tense music]

[Alma reading]

"I kept seeing shadows

in the corner of one's eyes.

They were slightly

terrifying to me.

I can't even do anything better.

As though they might protect me,

I pointed Cranston's weapons

at him, and it held him at bay.

I've kept

the captain's sword and p*stol

with his totem of protection."

Joe's crate.

No f*cking way.

It has begun.

[chanting in native language]

[Brooke humming]

Carrie, why have you been

teasing me all this time?

You know, Carrie.

[thuds]

Boys.

[knocking on door]

[scoffs] Really?

Men are mice,

afraid of a woman's body.

Carrie?

[doorknob rattles]

Guys, this isn't funny.

Unlock the g*dd*mn door, okay?

[doorknob rattling]

[thudding]

Carrie?

[banging]

[thudding]

[doorknob rattling]

Carrie?

Sloan?

Say something, guys.

-[doorknob sizzles]

-Ow!

[tense music]

-[door bangs]

-Ow...

[door creaks, opens]

What the f*ck?

And who are you?

[tense music]

Oh, I get it.

You're a part of the whole

Clown Motel blah-blah thing?

Well, you're having

a very bad hair day.

-[thunder crashing]

-[electricity buzzing]

You know what,

you can go f*ck your...

-[chindi growling]

-[flesh squelching]

[ominous music]

[devilish whispers]

[heavy rock music]

[door slams]

You can f*cking do this.

You can f*cking do this.

[phone ringing]

Nicky.

I didn't wake you up, did I?

[Nicky] Past midnight, man.

Why are you f*cking

calling me so late?

Come on, it's...

it's not that late.

When the hell

did you get so old?

When I had kids, Michael.

What do you want?

I'm actually having

a boys' night out in to Tonapah.

Yeah. Louis is having

a f*cking bachelor party.

Lucky Louis is getting

f*cking married.

You remember him, right?

Mike, I'm gonna stop you

right there.

I know what this is

and I don't have it to give.

That's not what this is.

But if it was,

I wouldn't be asking for much.

I mean, if I was asking

for anything, maybe two grand.

I don't have it.

Please don't ask.

Not asking for it.

But if I was, you know

your boy's good for two grand.

Look, you give me

two, I hand you back

two and a half, right?

You're about

to wake Jen up, so.

No, look, you can just

cash app me from the bed.

You don't even have to get up.

Nicky, just a little transfusion

just to keep me liquid.

I don't have it, Mike.

And if I did,

Jen would k*ll me

for giving it to you.

And I wouldn't blame her.

That bank of yours f*cked me.

Or did you forget about that?

-I'm hanging up now.

-Nicky, no, no.

Nicky, no, no, no, Nicky!

[dial tone]

f*ck!

[sighs]

[tense music]

Relax.

Carrie can loan you

the money, or Brooke.

Yeah.

She's a good dude.

Huh. Stupid.

Yeah, I'll just make up

some bullshit fee and...

have 'em all give me

100 bucks.

Except for Louis, nah.

Yeah.

300's a good f*cking start.

[tense music]

Hey there, handsome.

[chuckles]

What the hell is that?

[tense music]

-[groans]

-[glass smashes]

[Mike laughs]

[grunts]

[voices whispering indistinctly]

No, no, no.

No, no.

[Mike shouts]

[chindi roaring]

[whimpering]

No, no, no.

-[devilish whispers]

-No, no, no, no.

[screaming]

[devilish whispers]

[chindi roaring]

[whimpering]

[groaning]

[crying]

[grunting]

[sobs]

[upbeat music]

You know what

happens next, baby?

[Louis] Honestly,

I'm not sure what happens next,

'cause I'm only

used to one woman

and I'm not in these

predicaments, but

oh my goodness.

I'm probably gonna

go to hell next.

How you so sexy?

I never had vanilla before.

No?

No.

What a waste.

[Louis]

Gracious.

[Louis] Oh my god.

You know, if you

pay me a little extra,

and I'll make you believe

in all the superpowers

that I have.

[Louis] I already believe.

[tense music]

[electricity crackling]

[upbeat music]

[Louis grunting]

[music stops]

Hey!

Are you having a

f*cking heart attack?

-[flesh squelching]

-[woman screams]

[ominous music]

[woman screaming]

[gurgling]

[woman screams]

[flesh squelching]

[woman screaming]

[woman screaming]

[chindi roaring]

[thunder crashes]

[whooshing]

Our chindi has dealt

with our grievances.

All that remains...

Is the one who betrayed us

for her own vanity.

Who's trying to claim

our inheritance.

But the chindi deals

with that treachery

of our own bloodline.

Thievery of our own kin.

By night's end, by night's end,

this motel will

have a new owner.

-[Alma grunts]

-[door creaks]

[ominous music]

[eerie music]

[tense music]

[tense music]

What are you doing?

[ominous music]

[chindi growling]

[chindi roaring]

[thunder rumbling]

[chindi roaring]

[thud]

[devilish whispers]

[electricity buzzing]

[devilish whispers]

[electricity buzzing]

[expl*si*n booming]

[devilish whispers]

Count the totems.

Nothing has changed.

The chindi still hunts.

[eerie music]

-[chattering on police radio]

-[siren wails in distance]

Detective's here quick.

That a little bit

of blood splatter?

That can be good for any of us.

What do you think, Chief?

Doesn't look good.

-See if they got some prints.

-Let's go.

None of this makes a g*dd*mn bit

of sense to me.

Really?

You guys don't have cases

like this over on Long Island?

I thought for sure

you guys would've seen

everything.

This is entirely different.

It happens every few years.

The weirdest damn deaths

you've ever saw.

Maybe it's legitimately

haunted

or maybe

it's just had a run of bad luck

or maybe there's

something in the water.

But I've been doing this

for about 12 years now,

and the most unusual crimes,

they always happen here.

There's gotta be a logical

explanation for this.

Logical.

The John on that bed

was sliced from back to front.

His ribs were pied apart

like it was hunting season.

Not to mention the

mattress that he was laying on

was still in pristine condition.

Well, save the blood stains.

Oh, maybe the vic

of the straight razor did it?

The victim was able to pull off

this Herculean feat

of fileting

an entire human body,

with just a straight razor?

Before or after

he scalped himself?

I don't think so.

You know,

and that doesn't even describe

the three other bodies

that we found,

one of which looked like

he had his face boiled off.

I am not gonna

sleep well tonight.

Well, what about the owner?

Is anyone talking to him?

Yeah, someone sure will be.

These deaths are too gruesome,

too bizarre, and too quick.

This is gonna be

a cold case in waiting,

just like all the others.

Way to be a downer.

What can I say?

The whole thing is.

Welcome to the curse

of the Clown Motel.

-This is, like, unbelievable.

-Yeah, I know.

Whole thing is just, like,

unheard of.

It's really bizarre.

I can't even describe

any of these cases here.

I don't understand

what's going on.

It just doesn't make sense.

[siren trills]

Mr. Wilson?

[door closes]

Mr. Wilson.

Is there anything that you saw

that would lead you to believe

that any of these men

were violent?

No, they were bankers.

Seemed pretty mild to me.

Then you never know when...

an angel's gonna turn

into a devil.

I don't know what they got into.

We noticed a car

parked out front.

It's a 2014 dark colored sedan.

We ran the plates.

It belongs to an Alma Perez.

Is that any relation to

your employee, Ana Perez?

Ana is Miss Perez's grandmother.

Ana was at a church

function last night and...

Alma, well, she just...

Disappeared.

Disappeared?

I can't rightly

say where she went.

If I could, I would.

I'm sure there's a lot

that you need to

get back to

and take care of.

We'll let you get back to it.

Take care.

[solemn music]

[tense music]

[phone buttons beeping]

[phone ringing]

Johnson?

Clem Wilson.

You know that guy you have

who wants to buy the motel?

Tell him it's his.

One dollar.

I sh*t you not.

One dollar.

Draw up the papers.

[solemn music]

[bird cawing]

[Alma] Our people

and our ancestral land

deserve so much more

than that rundown motel.

Our people deserve justice

for those who took advantage

of us, then and now.

That's why the chindi

should never be stopped.

Someone has to fight

for our ancestors.

[Ana]

Maybe something stopped it.

Is it I possible?

How would you know

how to stop a chindi, Ana?

How?

-[doors opens]

-[thunder rumbling]

[electricity buzzing]

[ominous music]

[Alma] Out!

[door closes]

Toko?

[electricity buzzing]

[screams]

[thunder crashes]

[rock music]

[man chanting]

[music fades]