Mauler (2025)

[bunniefuu]

Why?

Why is it so difficult?

Mom.

You said you don't--

Mom! Mom!

Don't you feel bad?

They both had

what was coming to 'em.

Understand?

Kitchen.

I always hated your mother.

Didn't make no

bones about it, neither.

She was a first

class gold digger b*tch,

looking to get her

hands on my family money.

She was unclean.

And your father

was just like his father.

Cursed with a soul as black

as night.

But not you.

Not you.

You're my good boy.

You and me,

We have an understanding.

Sometimes

you got to do the

Devil's work to earn God's love.

The law is

going to come

around asking questions.

I'm going to tell them that

someone came into the house and

did what was done.

I can lie just fine

when I need to, but you?

You're just going to

lay low here for a while.

Maybe a long while.

I'll say you were taken.

It's my house anyway.

So you're just going to stay

here and no one will be

the wiser.

I'm going to be your momma now.

And I'm going to raise you

to do what needs doing.

Now.

You repeat after me.

God is good.

God is good.

God is good.

God is good.

God is good.

God is the Alpha and the Omega.

God is the Alpha and the Omega.

And he anointed me.

He anointed me...

To serve

as the instrument of his will.

To serve as an

instrument of his will.

A-f*cking-men.

Here we are.

So this is the place.

This is the place, Jada.

Huh.

This is a nice neighborhood.

Looks like your

intel is good, Steve-o.

Intel? Okay,

Marine Corps Barbie.

Okay, so your party info

got us past the gate and now...

The party is real, Jada.

It's just down the street.

The name I gave that

security guard is also real.

It's just someone who's

not actually going to the party.

And we came early when

they change shifts on purpose.

Have you been paying

any attention this whole time?

See, I'm a little

drunk and a lot high.

So... no.

Yeah, preach it girl.

You basically just

grabbed us, like you always do,

said, "we're going on an

adventure!" and then rattled off

something about a

contest at some boujee house.

Yeah, I didn't get

the whole contest thing.

- What, I didn't either!

- Cut the blue wire...

Oh!

Hello?

Good morning.

- Oh sorry. We're here?

- Sleepy.

Yes.

We're here.

And Steve-o was just

about to explain the contest!

Fine.

I'll explain for you sassy

b*tches

one more time.

- Language, b*tch!

Okay, look.

There's a secret

contest on the dark web.

If you can prove that

you stay from dusk 'til dawn

in a house where a

grisly m*rder happened

and survive...

You move onto another challenge.

And eventually the winner,

or winners, get $25,000.

I don't know about y'all but for

25K I will do all kinds of

freaky sh*t.

Anything. Period.

- Yeah we know.

- Yeah.

And this place scores

100 on the freak-o meter.

Look, all we have to do is send

some photos and videos as

evidence.

Are we down to make

some easy money or what?

Wait. How did you

even find this place?

Because, Jen. I

am a g*dd*mn genius.

Steve- o? Genius?

How'd you find it, for real?

Hm?

I found out

from someone who I know,

who is definitely not my father,

and who may or may not have

recently been appointed as the

main realtor

to oversee and

sell this swank estate.

Who just happened to have the

whole file of the entire history

of this property

for the last 50 years.

Which I accidentally saw

when I opened it and studied

every word for the last

three days.

And you stole

the key, m*therf*cker.

I borrowed the key, b*tch.

While the

man who is not my father

was sleeping with

his new girlfriend.

Becky.

Who's a total

f*cking c**t by the way.

What happened in the house?

Oh, you want deets?

I got deets.

This is the Clay House.

Not only were husband and

wife brutally m*rder*d here,

but the old lady who

owned the place was some sort of

religious fanatic.

And she had a ton of guap.

Well, a couple of days ago,

she was going to grab her mail

in the driveway,

and she just drops dead.

She was the mom

of the dead husband.

Back in the day.

She said

some crazy f*ck broke in

grabbed this

sledgehammer from the garage

and just bashed

the dad's head in.

And then he choked the missus.

Oh and

they had a kid.

Per the grandma, the whacko

took him

and they never found

the poor little sh*t again.

Damn.

That's actually

really f*cked up.

Language.

Wait wait wait.

Hold on. Hold up, hold up.

So the grandma's dead.

This nice house is empty.

And all her

stuff is still inside?

Yes, to

everything you just said.

Who knows what this old

brat has stashed away in here?

So you didn't bring

us all the way out here

just to take some pictures

and maybe try for a shot at 25K?

The 25K is just

icing on the cake.

In the meantime, I've been

promising you guys an adventure.

And this is a

f*cking adventure, guys.

No one's even going

to know we were here.

Tomorrow

they're going to come at 9am

and take

everything away from the house.

That means we have one night to

get in and take something for

ourselves

and secure the bag.

See, that sounds

like one hell of a

score for one night's work so...

I'm in with one line of

coke and a bag of tortilla chips

because I get hungry.

Finally some excitement.

I am just--

I'm so sick of being bored.

This is a terrible f*cking idea.

Jada. You

can't go back to jail.

Who will mom

k*ll if we get caught?

You.

Yeah.

Me? Me?

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I'm supposed to

be looking out for you.

Whoa, no one is going to jail.

We get in, do what we

need to do and get out.

Easy.

I got this, I got this.

Jen, this is going to be so hot.

Sexy danger, sexy money.

Sexy me.

Come on.

If anything happens, we'll just

take care of the boys like we

always do.

- True. - I

think you have that backwards.

Um.

Last time you and

Steve-o got in trouble

who was it that bailed you out?

I think it was,

I think it was us?

- It was us!

- It was us!

That's what I thought.

Yeah.

You got nothing.

Why are we bringing them again?

Okay. You

idiots do what you want.

I'm staying in the car.

That's good, because we

might need a getaway driver.

What do you mean "getaway"?

We came in through a gate.

You want me to crash it?

Who am I?

Dominic Toretti

from Fast and Furious.

Toretto.

Torett-o.

- Whatever.

- Ow!

It's all good, Jen.

Once we're done, we're just

going to roll out of here like

nothing happened.

'Til then, we just stay low.

Get inside and we'll be fine.

See. Another Steve-o

master plan at work, Jen.

See. That's what

I'm worried about.

How about you two b*tches

stop wasting time and go

find us the way in already.

Yeah?

Let's just be quick, Steve-o.

Quick! Quick like

your last boyfriend.

Oh, oh, oh.

I will think of a good comeback

in about ten minutes,

and you will be sorry.

Sure.

Whatever.

All right, everybody,

take out their phones and take a

quick video.

So we have

evidence of when we arrived.

We're here, b*tches.

- Gimme

gimme gimme gimme. - Oh!

Clay House.

What are we gonna do? Ahh!

Sexy b*tch.

- Steve-o!

- Thank you.

Oh my God, Jada!

I f*cking love you.

- Jada!

Oh, you m*therf*ckers ready?

Peace.

I'm

so ready for this.

Okay. Come on,

guys, what's our jam?

- Michelle.

- Oh sh*t!

- Come on, what's our tune?

- Oh God.

Okay, okay.

Let me take this first.

Chug that sh*t, b*tch.

Yeaahh!

Heeey!

Cause we got this.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Cause we bad.

Oh, yeah. Oh,

yeah. Cause we got this.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

Cause we bad.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

Cause we dangerous.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

Cause we got this.

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

Cause we sexy.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Cause we hot.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Cause we got this.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Cause we

got bad bad bad bad bad--

Do you understand why

you have been

spared these last few days?

You have been spared

because my blessed

grandmother fell ill.

The Lord

has since called her home

to her heavenly reward.

My stay in this

house draws short.

Out of respect for my

grandmother,

I've given you three days.

But the time has come.

Time to unburden your soul.

I'm not a druggie.

Whatever it is you think I am.

I was only in that part of town

looking for my little brother.

You bought drugs.

I witnessed this.

I had to buy them.

to look legit.

Come on, man.

See any tracks on my arms?

The Dark One

is a master of deception.

His acolytes speak

with the same forked tongue.

Sometimes you have to do

the Devil's work

to get God's will done.

No, I swear to God.

Please!

I've given you

every opportunity to repent

and yet you still

choose the path of inequity

and to use the

Lord's name in vain.

Addiction begins small.

So I will begin small.

And take my time.

One final

night for you and I.

It will be a long night

A red night.

A night of blood and bone.

You will be my finest trophy.

Look.

Come here.

What the f*ck...

I don't like that.

Damn.

This place is weird.

Did you hear something?

Obviously, the

house isn't f*cking empty.

Look.

The plan is still the plan.

We just needa...

Modify it, that's all.

It's no biggie.

Whoever's in

there, we just tie him up

and toss him in a

closet 'til we're done.

And tomorrow somebody

finds him and we're all good.

But we need to get in.

Okay?

- But- Come on.

Follow me.

Come on.

I hate you sometimes.

Hmm?

I'm trying not to puke tonight.

Here it is.

The Clay Murders.

Says here,

Tara Clay, the rich grandmother,

was the only survivor

after an

unknown assailant k*lled her

son and daughter-in-law

and abducted

her grandson, Lucas.

Following the events,

Grandma Clay remained private

and never spoke publicly

about the events of that night.

Damn. She

even spit at some reporter

who tried to interview

her outside of a grocery store.

Called him a minion

of the Dark One. Pfft.

She sounds like a crazy as*h*le.

She has been through a lot.

I bet the house is haunted.

Now the souls of

the dead wander the halls

looking for their

next victim--Raaah!

Stop!

You freak!

Jennifer. You

know you love it.

Get a room.

Okay, it's right here.

Okay, I've got

the key right here.

Hey, hey.

What's wrong?

f*ck, I think I lost the key.

You lost the key.

You're such an as*h*le!

First off, knock your sh*t off.

And secondly, let's just--

Let's just look around

and see if we can find it.

Oh, okay, cool cool cool cool.

Without flashlights?

Quit bitching, princess.

Come on.

We got this.

Do we got this?

Do we?

Look, let's just

retrace our steps.

I think this wouldn't have

happened if your pants weren't

so f*cking tight.

Oh f*ck you.

These pants were $60.

$60 and they can't

hold a pair of keys?

Oh f*ck.

Come on, let's just-- let's just

go back and let's just

look for it.

Okay?

Come on.

You had one f*cking job.

Chop chop, b*tch.

Let's go.

Okay. I'm starting to

get worried. Where are they?

Oh, I'm sure they're fine.

Screw this.

I'm gonna call.

RAAAH!

You as*h*le!

f*cking dicks!

Oh, we got you good.

- I almost peed

myself. - Take me home!

I wanna go home.

Take me home.

That

was too damn funny.

So what happened?

Did the key work?

Oh, right.

Steve-o, why don't you tell 'em?

I...

I lost the key.

You're kidding.

Hey, we both looked.

Couldn't find it anywhere.

Oh, and there's more.

What do

you mean, there's more?

Someone's in the house.

What?

You said it was empty.

You said this would be easy.

I know, I know what I said.

Okay, well.

Now what, hm?

We aren't giving up.

We just...

We just need a new plan, guys.

Yeah, listen. Guys.

The guy in there isn't a threat.

All we got to do is tie him up.

Uh...

No.

You're talking about

breaking and entering.

Not to mention

as*ault and battery.

Jada can't go back to jail and I

have no desire to go there in

the first place.

Number one,

I can take care of myself.

Number two,

no one is going to jail.

And number three.

Shut up, Jen, because we can

still do this and not

get caught.

Haven't you idiots seen

Don't Breathe?

What if that person has a g*n?

Oh, what if he Home Alone's us?

What's Home Alone?

You are f*cking dead to me.

Okay, everybody

shut the f*ck up!

Jeez. Okay.

We're gonna find a way into

the house,

and we're going to be nice

and quiet and

sneaky about it, okay?

Jada and I are going to get the

jump on whoever the f*ck's

in there.

No g*ns, so nobody gets hurt.

Uh-uh.

No way.

Okay, fine.

We vote.

Who's in?

Adam?

We need it.

I need it.

Your dad's not going

to stop being pissed at me

until I find a

way to pay him back.

I got to get square with him.

I'm in.

Michelle?

Yeah.

Daddy cut me off after

finding my stash, so f*ck him.

I'm desperate,

so yeah let's get it on!

Let's get it on!

Jada?

Yeah, f*ck it I'm in.

You know this person will be

able to identify both of you

later, right?

Big f*cking whoop.

I've got a hoodie Jada can use.

Other than that,

young male or female? 20s?

Average height.

I mean, Jen, come on.

It's not like

we have face tatts.

Are you

forgetting the gate guard?

There's video there.

They'll show the

video to whoever you tie up.

And they'll have

our license plate.

They'll put two

and two together.

Okay, first off,

plates are stolen.

What?

Borrowed.

Yeah, I forgot to mention that.

But the video...

That's a good point.

I've got a

bandana for Jada and...

Adam.

Give me your shirt.

You're gonna wear my shirt?

Kind of.

I feel like you people

are stupid and no

one is listening to me.

Ooh.

Jen, you need to relax, okay?

Dude is not

going to see us coming in

because we're going

to sneak up behind him.

These disguises

are just in case.

And then we'll

blindfold his b*tch a*s.

This is by far the most idiotic

thing you've dragged us into.

And that bar was

already set pretty f*cking high.

I want absolutely

no part of this.

You should stay

in the car anyways.

Call us if

somebody's coming around.

Thank you.

Okay.

The four of us are going

to look for any windows open.

Or any other ways

into the house. Okay?

What if we find a way in?

That's a good question.

Maybe come get the

rest of us, Michelle?

Jesus Christ!

- God...

I got to tell

you people everything?

All right, come

on, b*tches, let's go.

Look, Jada's a dumbass.

Always has been.

She-- she can't help herself.

Doesn't mean we have to keep

getting mixed up in this sh*t.

You worry too much.

Everything's

going to be fun, okay?

Trust me.

You'll see.

f*cking dicks.

So? What's the play?

Go, go, go, go, go!

Duck!

Go!

Go!

f*ck.

The f*ck is he doing?

- Bro. f*cking Adam!

- I know...

f*ck.

f*ck this.

The f*ck?

That was the perfect chance!

You f*cked up!

- Okay, whoa.

- What?

- What?

- It's a lot.

- You don't trust white men--

- You could have done something!

Raahh!

f*ck! Jen!

- I'm back f*ck.

- f*ck you, Jen.

What is taking so long?

Babe, what are you doing? You're

supposed to be in the car.

I'm done waiting.

I'm really,

really glad you're here.

Because they just keep arguing.

We're arguing because your boy

over here had the perfect chance

to get in the house, and

he froze like a grade A p*ssy.

I'm telling you,

that guy is as big as a tree.

You know

what, I'm gonna f*ck--

What are we going to do?

Wait.

I got it, guys.

New plan.

Mm. No.

No no no.

You know, maybe we

should just listen to Jen.

Okay? Let's listen

to Jen and take off.

We only got one shot at this.

Okay?

So shut up.

So what's the plan?

Adam and Jada are going

to lift me up to the roof.

The roof?

It's going to work, look.

Haven't you seen those movies

where the guy sneaks up onto of

the roof

and then crawls through

some chick's window to f*ck her?

Well, that's because nobody ever

thinks to lock the windows

upstairs.

Ohhh.

Or maybe it's because

those are just f*cking movies.

No, no, no. Look.

Once I'm in, one of you guys go

out front and make enough noise

to distract him.

- Easy enough.

- Okay.

And then I'll sneak downstairs,

open the back door from

the inside.

Once we're all in, Jada

and I will take care of the guy.

And boom.

Pow.

Easy enough.

Okay.

Come on.

Cause you already f*cked up.

Why don't

you try to fight him.

Let's go.

Okay, whatever.

Let's just go.

Come on, it's fine.

Let's go.

Come on.

Officer Stanley,

you there?

Yeah.

Are you speed walking again?

I told

you, I need the exercise.

I thought you

had, like, three black belts?

And an instructor certificate.

Oooh!

Shut up.

Hold on.

I might have something here.

Never mind.

Stand down.

It's just a damn cat.

Do some Bruce Lee

karate sh*t on it.

Karate is

Japanese, you twot waffle.

Bruce Lee was Chinese.

I guess you would know.

You damn skippy.

When I was eight years old,

I built my first wooden dummy

out of comic book

long boxes and poster tubes.

That doesn't sound

like much of a winning dummy.

Hey.

Now you tread lightly, friend.

Lest I turn my ring

from tiger to dragon.

Another Bruce Lee reference?

Nope. Jeff Speakman.

Perfect weapon.

Learn it, live

it- Yeah, whatever.

Hey, when you get a minute,

you swing by the Clay House?

Somebody thought they heard a

yell come from the backyard a

while ago.

The old Clay lady.

Wonder if her friend

of the family's returned.

Supposed to be empty.

Creepy f*ck.

I told you my theory right?

That they were f*cking?

You're a perv, you know that?

Opinions vary.

Jeff Speakman again?

Nope. Patrick Swayze.

Road House. Learn it, live it--

Yeah yeah, f*ck off.

Over and out.

as*h*le.

Okay,

okay, okay, okay, okay--

Wait.

Oh!

Oooh! Nice a*s.

Thanks, b*tch.

Come on, lift up.

Would it k*ll you

to do an extra set of pull-ups?

Would it

k*ll you to f*ck off?

Ugh, God.

Almost there.

Shhhh.

He's gonna hear you.

f*ck him.

Who leaves a nail

sticking straight up like that?

Have you seen A Quiet Place?

Shut up, Jen.

I really don't

need your sh*t right now.

I agree. This

calls for payback.

Let's just get out

of here, you morons.

Yeah, this was fun.

And the money and all.

But it's too much.

Steve-o's bleeding out!

- Not f*cking yet.

- Okay.

Look, we screw up one more time

and I'm going apeshit on

this house.

Yeah, that'll fix things.

- Shut up, Jen!

- You shut up, Jada.

Let me think.

Okay.

New plan. Real

straightforward one this time.

Perfect, Great, yeah.

Awesome.

We knock on the front door.

Now you're talking buddy.

I'm sorry, what?

Did that fall

scramble your brains?

No, you're not listening.

This guy hasn't

acknowledged us all night.

He's been playing loud music.

He probably didn't hear sh*t.

I'm going to go to the front,

knock on the door and hide.

I'll be close

enough to rush the door.

Okay?

Jada, you do the

same with me, okay?

Adam.

Michelle.

Jen. Just--

Stick close by like

you guys always do, okay?

Once this f*ck opens the door,

Me and Jada are

gonna bum-rush him. - Okay.

You guys take that

chance, run in, and hide.

Then we'll tie him up

and blindfold him, okay?

- Okay, yeah.

- Yeah.

We should have done

this in the first place.

This makes total sense.

Like you said,

you're drunk, high and stupid.

Shut up!

- Hey.

- You know what?

- Shut up!

I'm gonna need

another shirt, okay?

Another shirt?

Yeah.

In your f*cking dreams.

Fine.

All your dreams just came true.

Look you guys.

We can still run away from this.

We can hit the drive-thru,

order Barberitos. Yum!

Yum!

And then we can go back to

my place and watch Labyrinth.

Not gonna lie.

Sounds good.

f*ck that.

No f*cking way okay?

This m*therf*cker

just messed with the bull.

And he's going to get

the m*therf*cking horns.

Okay?

Okay?

Come on, let's roll.

Okay?

- Let's go. Help me up.

Let's go.

- Oh my God...

Come on, Jen.

f*ck, now I want a burrito!

I know. We'll

get some later.

Game.

f*ck.

f*ck.

You're tall.

Hi, sir.

S-sorry to disturb you.

While you're playing dress up.

But I--

I injured my hand.

I could really use some gauze.

Or-or antibiotic ointment.

Or a phone, maybe. Do

you have a phone I can use?

I

will act with rightful

hostility against you.

And I myself will

punish you for your sins.

Do not neglect to show

hospitality to strangers.

For thereby some have

entertained angels unaware.

Are you an angel?

I'm sorry?

sh*t.

He knows.

sh*t, sh*t!

- Oh my God, oh my God.

Jada!

Tonight you learn.

f*ck! Wait.

Open the f*cking door!

Steve-o, I'm coming for you.

You creepy f*cking,

I'm gonna k*ll you! f*ck, f*ck.

sh*t!

Adam! Get over here

and help me right now.

f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!

Adam!

Stop.

Stop stop stop stop.

You're making too much noise.

If the neighbors call

the cops we are so screwed.

This is not fun anymore.

f*ck that. We got to

get Steve-o back. Yes!

Yes! Yeah we will. We just--

we have to be smart about it.

Oh, f*ck.

f*ck.

Okay, okay, okay.

Let's go to the

back and regroup okay?

Okay, go.

- Okay.

Jada!

In here.

Guys help!

Look, man.

Things don't need to get ugly.

We can still go our separate

ways and nobody has to get hurt.

I'll do f*cking anything!

I f*cking told you! All of you.

This entire night I've

been telling you this is f*cked

and nobody listened to me.

Now look!

We don't have time for

your sh*t right now, Jenny.

It's not helping.

You know what Jada?

Shut the f*ck up!

What? - Whoa

relax. Relax, relax! Okay.

We're all freaked out.

Our friend is in trouble,

I get it, but we need to figure

out what to do.

We save Steve-o.

We can't let that disgusting,

nasty freak hurt him.

But the question is how?

How? How do we save him?

Well the front door wasn't

budging either, so we just need

to find another way in.

Clearly the house was

designed to keep people out

Or to keep people in.

sh*t, what if he calls the cops?

He could have just slammed

the door and called the cops.

All right, th-that

guy didn't look right.

We picked the

wrong house to f*ck with!

Okay.

Well, there's still four of us.

And one of him! So--

Well we can't

help if we can't get in!

Let's just some windows.

No no no no no no,

because we can only go in one at

a time and then you can just

pick us off.

Okay. I'd feel a lot

better if I had a weapon.

Yeah.

Yes.

Ugh, this is usually Steve-o's

thing but f*ck it,

because we need a plan, okay?

Look, Michelle,

you and I are going to

go and try to get a look

at what's

happening on the inside, okay?

Adam.

Jen. You two try to

get into the garage and

find things that we

can use as weapons, okay?

And if we have to smash multiple

windows and overwhelm him.

Okay?

Okay,? It's literally

the only plan that we got.

Okay, fine.

- Okay?

- Okay, let's go.

Go.

- Michelle, come on!

- Okay.

Come on, man.

Just let me go.

I don't care

what you do in here.

We're not gonna hurt you if

that's what you're

worried about.

We won't say anything.

sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

I just wanna go home.

I'm sorry, okay?

We shouldn't be here.

We'll leave.

We won't bother you anymore.

Oh, sh*t.

I just wanna go home.

I'm sorry, okay?

We shouldn't be here.

We won't bother you anymore.

But, man,

I'm telling you,

if you don't let me go,

my friends are gonna find a

way and they will f*ck you up.

I can smell

alcohol on your breath.

So f*cking what?

Yeah I've been

drinking, so what?

Who gives a sh*t?

Smell conjures memories.

It's the same smell of my

father's breath when he would

lay hands on my mother.

I've got

nothing to do with that.

I promise, okay?

This bottles was his.

This is the spirit

he chose to fill himself with.

Same spirit you

choose to sully yourself with.

You want

me to stop drinking?

Okay. Yeah.

No problem.

Cold turkey from here on out.

I'll never take

another f*cking swig again.

Please, just let me go.

I'll do f*cking anything.

I don't see anything.

Let's check for the around.

Where the hell are they?

We still have to check

the other side of the house.

- Oh.

- Come on.

Oh f*ck.

I don't think

this is regular glass...

It's double-paned, at least.

It's not a house.

It's a fortress.

God.

- Creepy.

f*ck.

Come on, let's go this way.

Check the window.

Do you see anything?

I can't see sh*t.

It's definitely locked.

Let me see.

- I got an idea.

- What?

I saw this on YouTube.

It wouldn't work

on those other locks.

But this one.

Like, please.

Acts of sinful

nature are obvious.

Drunkenness, orgies,

perversion and the like.

I warn you as I did before,

those who live like this

cannot...

will not inherit

the kingdom of God.

Oh f*ck!

Help!

sh*t!

He's tied up.

What the f*ck is this guy doing?

Where is he?

f*ck you!

We're coming for you!

You're a dead man.

I got it.

Damn.

I'm impressed.

Let's look inside.

Here come Jada and Michelle.

Whao.

What happened?

We saw him.

What?

Steve-O is tied

to a chair, okay?

That freak came to the window.

We got to get

in there, like, now.

sh*t.

Okay, okay.

f*ck.

What the f*ck are we

supposed to do? - I'm scared.

- It was bad.

- It was bad?

It was bad.

Got it.

Let's go.

Find something

you can beat his a*s with.

Wonder what these are used for.

Just a bunch of

old newspaper clippings.

That's not important.

Oh, sh*t.

sh*t.

Th-these clippings--

They're not about the Clay

murders,

they're about the Mauler.

That's some

urban legend bullshit.

Wait, the

sledgehammer guy, right?

I never knew

much other than rumors.

This says an eyewitness

saw some big guy with a hammer

k*ll a junkie in the

woods, like, five years ago.

He tried to attack him.

The witness got away but--

Yes. Remember? They

found all those bodies.

It was like-- it was like

a dumping ground where every--

Schools were crushed and their

bones were broken and

everything.

Yeah, that's what

the story comes from.

The Mauler.

Oh my God.

Well, it's like a diary.

It's a diary.

What the f*ck?

Okay.

Oh, Jesus.

What?

It talks about

some guy named Lucas. says

It says...

I wish he would take

ownership of the house,

but the laws of man pay

no heed to the laws of God?

I remember when the house stood

alone before the neighbors and

the gates

and the fences.

I try and keep it looking

modern so no one suspects.

What?

Wait this--

This is the from

earlier, a few years ago.

We venture out sometimes in the

dark and lonely hours of

the night.

Service to our Lord.

We're turning with our bounty?

Wait, Lucas...

Almost 20 years ago.

I told the neighbors he

was a friend of the family.

We made a covenant,

Lucas, God and I.

- No, no no.

- A covenant?

Lucas was the name of

the grandson. The one who--

Kidnapped.

No no no no.

The kid was never taken.

No but what if they-they--

Threw him in the

trunk and drove him here--

Wait, wait.

Are you m*therf*ckers

telling me that, that...?

He's the Mauler.

You want to drink?

Drink.

f*ck you.

Rid yourselves with

such things as these.

Anger, rage, malice,

Perversion.

Slander.

Filthy language from your lips.

My...

My teeth.

I can't be here.

We have too much to lose.

f*ck that, okay?

Steve-o's in there and we gotta get him out.

- Yeah.

- Now!

Whoa, whoa. What do you

mean you have too much to lose?

Clearly it's not the time, okay?

Let's just get out of here.

What is it about then, huh?

You're one of the

strongest people I know.

Okay. What is

up? What is going on?

You don-- You

don't understand, okay?

Hey! Chill out, okay?

We have all been

through a lot of sh*t tonight,

and she has the right

to be freaking out right now.

You don't understand.

Okay.

Let's just relax.

All right.

We've been through

a lot right now but...

Our friend Steve-o's inside and

we have to help him.

I can't do this.

I can't do this.

Okay, I can't-- I can't.

I have to protect my family.

What?

O-okay, okay,

now you've lost me.

So what?

What are you talking about?

Look, look, look.

I'm fine, okay?

But we need to go in there and

help our friend and get him out.

Remember

the times we talked about

getting married and

having a family and going

to live in any place but here?

Babe, I understand.

But this is a

life or death situation--

I'm trying to f*cking

tell you something okay?

Okay. Okay.

What?

You can tell me anything.

I'm-- I--

I'm--

I'm late.

Oh, sh*t.

Late for what?

- sh*t.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know

when or how to tell you.

Oh, and this is the time?

Adam, I'm pregnant, okay?

We have to get out of here.

Well,

maybe sometimes when you're

late, it could be a

hormonal thing.

Yeah, this isn't that.

You sure?

Yes, I'm f*cking sure.

I told you if you

drank the entire bottle

I would untie you.

My word and my honor are one.

sh*t.

I guess I'm going to be a dad.

Please don't be mad.

No! No,

no, babe.

I love you.

You should leave.

f*ck everything else.

I'm going to go back

inside and find Steve-o.

No...

And find whatever

money is hidden in the house.

We need it.

I can use it to

pay back your dad. I--

We could use it to get away.

We could get married.

Really?

You really want to marry me?

Yeah.

Absolutely, I love you.

Don't, don't--

Don't stay here, okay?

Leave with me.

Please.

Guys, this is all um--

a little bit too much.

And I'm happy for you guys.

Really.

But it doesn't change the fact

that some k*ller is in there

and you took my friend, and he's

doing God knows what to him.

Okay?

And I need Adam's

help to get him out.

Don't.

Stay here with me, please.

I'll--I'll--

Just leave with us.

Leave with us, please!

I'll go with her, okay?

She needs to be somewhere safe.

I'll go with her.

- I'll go with you, come on.

- - That's a good idea.

Go with Michelle.

Stay with me, please.

Stop, I'm doing this for us.

All three of us.

I love you.

I love you.

I need to do this fast.

In and out.

f*ck yeah. In

and out. That's it.

Find something.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

- Okay?

- Yeah.

Do you think it'll work?

I think so.

Steve-o.

It's Steve-o's shoe.

What do we do?

What do we do?

No no no no no no no no!

No! Don't

you f*cking do it!

No no no!

Please.

No, no!

Please, No,

please, I'm begging you!

Stop stop stop stop!

No!

No...

No, please!

Stop! No!

No. f*ck. Nonono.

- No!

- You're f*cking dead.

No no no no no! Please!

Oh, f*ck!

He's f*cking dead.

He's dead, he's dead.

He's f*cking dead!

- I'm gonna k*ll him.

- I'm with you.

Be careful that

door-- that door, what if--

I don't care.

Me too, I'm done with this game.

Oh God...

Is she...?

No.

She's gone.

No...

She's gone.

She's gone.

Oh sis, I'm so sorry...

I'm--

I should've-- I--

I should have done more.

You've always been

there to protect me but

I couldn't save you

when it mattered most.

I'm so sorry...

Goddammit!

What do we do?

What do we do?

I don't know, Michelle,

I don't know, I don't know,

I don't know, I don't know!

- Okay!

- I don't know...

Wait, stop... Adam.

Adam.

Either he dies or I do.

But one of us is not

leaving this house alive.

I swear to God.

You hear me?

I swear to f*cking God, okay.

Why did you do this?

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll

you, you f*cking monster!

You piece of sh*t!

f*ck!

I'm sorry...

I'm so sorry...

Okay.

Okay.

We're going to go room to room.

When he shows his face,

we're going to

tackle him together.

Three of us.

One of him.

It's time to chop this

m*therf*cker's head off.

I'm gonna open

up the door slowly.

Get ready.

Noted.

Just make sure it's clear.

I don't see anyone.

Just keep looking.

Just check everywhere.

What the f*ck?

Trophies.

Ew.

Ew.

Let's just keep looking.

That's a f*cking hammer.

You okay?

I'm not f*cking

touching that thing.

I'll take hammer.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'm just woozy.

Come on.

Come on, let's go!

Watch.

Jesus.

Do we even want to

know what's in there?

Go back.

You go back.

Jada!

He's playing with us.

Let's just leave.

I don't care anymore.

What if he won't let us leave?

One of us is

getting out of here.

Jada, I'm so sorry.

I am so, so sorry.

Hey, Wes.

I got a vehicle

out in front of the Clay House.

I'mma check it out.

Whoever it is,

they don't belong there.

I got a

beat up four door car here.

White.

I got a couple purses in here.

Some cell phones.

Yeah.

I remember them coming through.

We got another call about

yells coming from the house.

I'm still stealthy.

Like a ninja.

Yeah, yeah.

Steve Harrington

from Stranger Days.

Everybody knows it.

Look, I'm calling it in.

You stay outside.

Remember,

observe and report.

Ringing the PD and

then I'm gonna get you, copy?

I'm sorry, Wes.

You're breaking up.

Stanley, we talked about this.

You dumb son of a b*tch.

So, what's the plan?

Hide in there.

I'll be bait. Okay?

When he comes in, you give

it everything you got. Copy?

Okay, yeah.

Oh God.

You k*lled all my friends and

you're gonna k*ll me now right?

You're

gonna k*ll me now...

Hero time.

Just k*ll me.

Oh, sh*t.

Come on.

Hold it right f*cking there.

Drop the axe.

Thank God, we need help!

This f*ck k*lled our friends!

He's still in the house I--

Down on your knees.

Hands above your head.

Cops are on the way.

No, please. You

don't understand.

You come out here,

covered in blood,

carrying a f*cking axe.

And you don't think

I'll pop a few hot ones in you?

Hey, there's a

psycho k*ller in there.

He's k*lling all of our

friends, we're innocent okay--

Shut your mouth.

Now, you two are in a

lot of f*cking trouble.

And I suggest that

you cooperate with the law.

Now, if you cooperate, then

we'll take things easy on you.

Not that you deserve that.

No, you don't understand.

The k*ller's still inside--

No no no no no

no no no no no no.

No.

Looks to me like you

broke in,

tried to take what you wanted,

and then...

maybe a fight broke out

and you k*lled your friend.

You're not listening.

Shut the f*ck up and sit down.

You think that you

are so f*cking smart.

No.

Today you've

officially met your match.

You see.

I'm one of the good guys.

And good guys always--

f*ck!

It's you.

I always knew there

was something off about you.

You creepy f*ck.

I don't care

what went on in there.

Nobody steps to Officer Stanley.

So you want to do the man dance?

You're the one who's going

to be staring at the sky, Lurch.

No! Oh!

Oh oh.

Should I go for the g*n?

Yeah, yeah.

Looks like the

security guy's winning.

Now it's time

for the coup de grace.

You thought me the lamb.

But as you'll see...

Oh, sh*t.

I am the Lord.

The g*n.

Oh, sh*t.

- The g*n. The g*n! - Oh

sh*t! Oh sh*t, yeah, the g*n.

f*ck!

Run, Michelle!

Run, Michelle.

Get the

f*ck away from me.

Get the f*ck--

The cops are coming, as*h*le.

All I gotta do is

last until they get here.

They'll fill you full of holes.

Come on in, you sick f*ck!

I'm ready for you.

Help!

Somebody help, anybody help!

f*ck you, you crazy as*h*le!

No, please no. Please no.

The Lord allows

no pity nor mercy or compassion

to keep you

from destroying hell.

He,

the Lord, has spoken.

That's for

my friends, c*cksucker.

It is

not finished. I am not done.

His will is not done.

Forgive them.

God is good.

Who are you?

I'm Carl.

Well, it's nice

to meet you, Carl.

Likewise.

Of course...

f*ck this.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Like the way you think, Carl.

Let's go.