[screams]
[music playing]
[train horn]
[sigh]
There'll be right in the house?
All the way down
in the basement.
You'll never see them.
But you will?
Yep, when I go to work.
Are they scary?
No, honey, not at all.
26-hour car ride just flew by.
It speaks!
[giggle]
That's got to be some
kind of record for you.
Six hours?
Look, it was an opportunity.
I had to take it.
It's the reason I
went back to school.
It's a new career for me
and a new start for us.
[cackling laughter]
You made it!
LESLIE: Yeah.
Wow.
Phew!
You made it.
Finally.
Elliott, good to see you.
Good to see you.
Good.
I'm sorry we're late.
We got stuck on the interstate.
Oh, no apology necessary.
You're here.
Oh, this is my son, Jonathan.
Elliott Cook.
And my daughter, Jamie.
Hi, Jamie!
Well, come on.
Be careful.
The septic tank overflowed.
You know, we've had
more rain this season
than we've had in
half a century.
There might be
just an itty bitty
bit of mold in the house now.
LESLIE: No problem.
Now, you've got a lease
with an option to buy.
So technically the
maintenance is up to you.
But I'd get this septic tank
pumped out as soon as possible.
This thing probably hadn't
been emptied in 50 years.
Mm.
Do all the drains go there?
Even the mortuary facilities?
Yes.
I don't even want to think
about what's jammed down there.
[laughter]
LESLIE: OK.
ELIOT COOK: You know what?
I've got a friend
that can do it.
He's expensive, but worth it.
Here's his number.
Just give him a call.
LESLIE: Wow.
OK, guys.
This is uh-- this is cool.
This is going to be cool.
I'm going to put in
a-- put in a lawn.
And we can play croquet.
ELIOT COOK: [laughter]
LESLIE: Looks like we
need some stairs here.
ELIOT COOK: Here we are.
The moving van came yesterday.
Everything's unloaded.
Great job labeling
those boxes, Leslie.
JAMIE: This is where
they took Daddy?
Oh no, honey.
Come here.
Come here.
Come on.
ELIOT COOK: Had a
lot of plumbing work
and wiring, electrical work.
And let's take a look
at the kitchen in here.
Follow me.
[cackling laughter]
LESLIE: Come on, honey.
Let's go.
Let's go this way.
Come on.
ELIOT COOK: Come on in.
Come on in, kids.
LESLIE: Oh my.
JONATHAN: This is disgusting.
Mom--
ELIOT COOK: Well, it's
nothing a little elbow
grease can't take care of.
[chuckle] You know, it's
not as bad as it looks.
A little paint and a little
scrubbing here and there.
And it will be good as new.
JONATHAN: Oh my god.
We're supposed to eat here?
LESLIE: I thought
you said this was
going to be cleaned
up, that you had
some sort of prison work group.
ELIOT COOK: Yeah.
We were supposed to
get these prisoners.
But they wouldn't
let us expose them
to the chemicals that are here.
Can you believe that?
LESLIE: Oh my god.
ELIOT COOK: Prisoners
exposed to chemicals.
It's silly, isn't it?
But it's-- you know--not
as bad as it looks.
[chuckle]
[suspenseful music]
[heavy breathing]
JAMIE: Daddy.
[creak]
JAMIE: [scream]
LESLIE: Honey, you OK?
Are you OK?
ELIOT COOK: Oh, goodness.
Oh no.
Did that mean old coffin jump
down there and scare you?
Oh.
Well, that's a good
lesson for you.
Just remember,
curiosity kills the cat.
[chuckle]
LESLIE: We got to stay
out of here, sweetie.
OK?
You're OK.
ELIOT COOK: She's all right.
Here, here's a stick of gum.
Just chew on that.
Go ahead, take it.
You know, they opened
up another nursing home
since you were here last.
A county home.
Cha ching.
LESLIE: Really?
ELIOT COOK: Oh yeah.
Not to mention, we've
got the most dangerous
highway in the state out there.
Believe me, you'll
have lots of business.
LESLIE: Well, I'll only
be to process at first.
ELIOT COOK: That's all it needs.
Just processing.
JONATHAN: Oh gosh.
[suspenseful music]
[click]
[creak]
LESLIE: Jonathan?
JONATHAN: Jesus.
LESLIE: I'm sorry.
JAMIE: Why are you guys
standing in the dark?
Can I have this room?
LESLIE: Sure.
JAMIE: Why is is like a jail?
LESLIE: You mean the
bars on the windows?
I don't know.
How are you gonna
make this work?
Hm?
I mean, seriously.
Oh Come on.
When have I ever
let you down before?
For starters, how about
the time you moved me
across the country in the
middle of my school year,
decide you suddenly
had some calling?
You just wait till I
get this place going.
Thought about renaming it yet?
You know, like, death for less,
something snappy like that?
Watch it, or you'll
be out of my will.
JONATHAN: Discount Death Mart.
LESLIE: Ha, ha, ha.
JONATHAN: Has a nice ring.
LESLIE: Funny.
[train sounds]
LESLIE: Hi.
Needs a lot of work, doesn't it?
[exhalation] Can I
get the keys, please?
LESLIE: Where are you going?
Why would you
bring her down here?
She's just helping me.
JAMIE: Yeah.
Besides, Mom said it was OK if
there weren't any dead people.
JONATHAN: Oh, did she?
JAMIE: Yeah.
JONATHAN: Got a lot of salt.
LESLIE: It's rock salt. They
use it to make ice cream.
[grunt] Somebody must
have really loved it here.
Can I have some?
LESLIE: Mm hm.
Mm.
LESLIE: What flavor?
- How about chocolate?
- You know what?
I'm going to go get a
burger or something.
So can I get the keys from you?
Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Did you guys want anything, or--
Uh, actually, yes.
Can you get some
bottled water and milk?
And Jonathan, I really
appreciate what you're doing.
[traffic sounds]
[rock music on radio]
LESLIE: Ouch!
Damn it!
[drip]
[suspenseful music playing]
[loud rock music on radio]
No, I don't know.
Who's that?
Oh.
Kitchen's closed, dearie.
What you looking for?
Just anything that
looks like dinner.
Well, I'll tell you what.
I got about three
turkey sandwiches
left over from lunch.
How would that be?
That would be great.
All right.
I'll get them.
OK.
Excuse me.
Could I get an application?
[laughter]
You know what?
You have a good aura.
I'll tell you what.
Stop by tomorrow,
we'll give it a try.
You like it, I like
you, the job's yours.
Great OK.
Groovy then
JONATHAN: Thanks.
[laughter]
Hey there.
I'm Jonathan Doyle.
I just moved here.
So.
[laughter]
Good one.
All right.
Here you go.
No.
On the house.
Oh no.
You sure?
Yeah, yeah.
See you tomorrow.
JONATHAN: Are you sure?
- Positive.
Out of here.
Bye.
OK.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Bye.
Bye.
[laughter]
[crickets]
[footsteps in leaves]
[suspenseful music playing]
JONATHAN: [snort] f*ck you,
you stupid piece of sh*t.
[running footsteps]
[running footsteps]
[suspenseful music playing]
[running footsteps]
[birds screeching]
[flies buzzing]
LESLIE: Embalmimg.
Kitchen.
Kitchen.
Embalming.
Kitchen.
Definitely kitchen.
OK.
[rattling door]
LESLIE: [sigh]
[clatter]
Oh sh*t.
[sigh]
[suspenseful music playing]
[coughing] Ew.
[thump]
LESLIE: Ow!
Damn it!
JONATHAN: Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Mom, do you know
there was somebody
out in the front yard--
excuse me.
I mean grave yard last night?
Yeah, you running
around at 2:00 AM.
It is just tobacco
you're smoking, right?
Busted.
OK.
Uh-- uh-- First of all, I
stopped smoking cigarettes.
And--
Yeah, right.
Come on, come on.
What?
LESLIE: You know what.
Hand it over.
Hand it over.
Come on.
Uh-- I don't have cigarettes.
But here's a lighter.
Mom, there were somebody in the
graveyard chasing me around.
Look.
Here, I uh--
I found this.
Can I wear it?
You can put it in with
the rest of your costumes.
Well, you know,
it's a graveyard.
We're not in a
great neighborhood.
Take a baseball bat next time.
Where are you going?
I got a job.
What about becoming
my assistant?
Like that's ever
going to happen.
How about me?
[sigh]
OK.
So you rinse it out like that.
Got that?
Yeah.
Take the grinds,
dump them in there.
And then you're set to go again.
OK?
Breakfast special.
Mm.
Thanks, hon.
You know, when you've had
as many drugs as I have,
you pretty much can
eat anything you want.
[cackle]
That's my niece, Liz.
She's purty, huh?
Liz, say hi or something.
Jonathan.
I know.
You live in the graveyard.
How cool is that?
Yeah, it's great.
Bet your septic tank backed
up with all that rain, huh?
There's all kinds of
sh*t in this town.
I hope our septic tank isn't
the most interesting thing
to talk about around here.
Um--
I don't know if
you-- if you're--
Hey, Grady!
Hi!
Mm.
This is Jonathan.
Mm.
That'd be me.
Grady, you want usual?
You know it.
OK, kid.
Show time.
Here we go.
[laughter]
[chatter]
CAL: Hey.
How you doing?
So you seen Bobby yet?
Excuse me?
Hey, mortuary boy
don't know who Bobby is.
Bobby Fowler.
Oh, that Bobby.
How long have you
guys been dating?
TINA: Ow!
Whoo!
[ANGRILY] What are you
c*ck doing fighting
in my GD place of business?
Cal, get on out of here!
Go!
g*dd*mn, Rita, he started it!
Out!
Get!
Come on, baby.
Get your jacket.
Prick.
Sorry about this.
No.
Stop, stop, stop.
Listen.
Cal won't get his
head out of his a*s
till the day put
him in the ground.
Now you OK?
Aw, forget about him.
They're a bunch of assholes!
Language.
Sorry, Rita.
So who's Bobby Fowler?
[music playing]
Jamie.
What you doing?
JAMIE: They might get hungry.
LESLIE: Oh, OK.
Did you open that?
Nope.
Want a piece?
Do you mind saving
it for me for later?
Why don't you go inside,
though, and change your pants.
You are covered in mud.
OK.
LESLIE: OK.
I'll be right in.
[suspenseful music playing]
1905.
Wow.
1922.
[lighter click]
That which is dead
cannot eternal lie.
With strange eons
even death may die.
Huh.
[keys jangling]
[clank]
SHERIFF HOWELL: Mrs. Doyle?
JAMIE: Mom!
Mom!
LESLIE: Hold on.
Mom!
SHERIFF HOWELL: Glen
Howell, the sheriff.
Welcome to our
little municipality.
Oh, thank you.
Please, call me Leslie.
Can I back inside?
Sure.
Now, Leslie, I--
I-- I want to make
a formal welcome
and let you know that
business and government are
like a family here.
We support each other.
Oh.
Well, Eliot Cook offered to hook
me up with this nursing home.
Eliot Cook is a blight on
the city of Santa Lorena.
The day he got elected
to city council
is the blackest
day in our history.
Right.
Sorry.
Uh-- you were saying?
Um-- now, Leslie-- um--
uh-- I hope you understand
that this setting
is a natural magnet
for young people.
They play their games,
make their dares,
but always end up here.
Local boys seem to
think that nothing
impresses the ladies more than
wandering around the graveyard.
Right.
Right.
OK.
I'll keep my eye open.
Together we can
stop graveyard babies.
Excuse me?
The young men bring
their young women
here because nothing encourages
closeness like a little fear.
So they get them scared
and then they get intimate.
OK.
Graveyard babies.
Good.
Um-- here's my card.
Have any problems,
just give me a call.
You got it.
Good.
LIZ: The Fowlers have always
been part of Santa Lorena.
They were one of
the first families
to settle here back when
it was nothing but ranches.
GRADY: Cattle as far
as the eye can see.
LIZ: Let me tell it.
OK.
So.
Zebediah Fowler came out here
to get into the cattle business,
like everyone else.
That's where the money was.
Problem was, nothing
grew on his land.
There was something
in the soil--
something bad.
[door opening]
Rita!
I'm telling the Fowler story.
Lizzie!
I'm bringing out brownies
for you and your friends.
GRADY: Yeah, I'll have one.
RITA: See?
Gracious, nice.
LIZ: Can I tell the damn story?
RITA: Yes.
Bobby Fowler's still
alive, you know?
Where was I?
GRADY: Something
bad in the soil.
Right.
Zeb's cattle started dying,
rotting in the fields.
And he was scraping by serving
as the town's undertaker.
He built the graveyard.
And the Fowlers have been
morticians from there on out.
So, Bobby--
LIZ: Oh, right.
The mortuary passed through
Zeb's family until 1962.
Emeline and Franklin
Fowler own it.
And they're the last ones in
the Fowler line except for--
Bobby.
GRADY: Bingo.
LIZ: But Bobby is never going
to grow up and have kids,
because he's horribly deformed.
Cleft palate, mute,
hands all messed up.
And his parents abused
the sh*t out of him.
Chains, matches,
embalming tools.
Everyone knows it.
But no one can prove it.
And when Bobby's eight-- poof!
He disappears.
His parents k*lled him?
GRADY: That's what
everyone thought.
But--
LIZ: 10 years later, Emeline
and Franklin Fowler were found
with their heads bashed in.
Ever since then, people have
said that Bobby's still alive.
They locked him in a
tomb, but he survived.
He only comes out at night.
GRADY: He's used to
living in graves.
His skin is ghostly white.
And he can see in the dark.
And over his face, he wears
a stained burial shroud.
[crash]
LIZ: [scream]
JONATHAN: [gasp]
sh*t.
[laughter]
[train sounds]
[interposing voices]
Ow!
b*tch!
CAL: Shut the hell up.
Why?
CAL: Because he's
living right there.
Gonna get you.
You.
CAL: Where's that uh--
where's the spray paint?
Give me that.
I don't want to
disintegrate any graves.
[chuckling]
CAL: Disintegrate.
It's desecrate, you idiot.
Hey.
Don't call her that.
CAL: It's a good thing
you're hot, baby.
Come here.
Mm.
Mm.
[kissing sounds]
[scream]
CAL: Boy, that was nice, huh?
TINA: Mm.
SARAH: Wait, wait, whoa.
TINA: Oh, Cal.
SARAH: Wait, wait.
Stop.
[scream]
TINA: f*cking drunk.
TINA: You all want
to get a room?
Really?
CAL: Here.
Take this.
Get started.
And keep it down, all right?
I got to take a piss.
All right.
TINA: Hey, take this.
CAL: Yeah.
Thanks.
TINA: OK.
Come on, babe.
Get started.
Come on.
Let's go.
Um, Cal--
Are you kidding me?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Wait, wait.
[scream]
Hey, b*tch.
Back off!
Stop, it's an angel.
[laughter]
Hey, watch me.
OK.
[zipper unzipping]
How you doing tonight, Cheryl?
Sorry.
I mean Miss Warner.
You know I got my a*s
kicked for that F. Thanks.
That daughter of yours
is getting pretty hot.
How old is she?
15 now?
[zipper zipping up.]
You have a good night.
b*tch.
Baby!
Sarah.
g*dd*mn it, Sarah.
Baby.
Sarah?
Come on.
Come on.
CAL: Jeez.
[interposing voices]
SARAH: These are so old.
Really old.
You guys are like rabbits.
[laughter]
TINA: Go take his.
SARAH: Give me your flashlight.
[laughter] I can't see anything.
CAL: Baby, watch your step.
TINA: Watch it!
SARAH: I'm scared.
[interposing voices]
Look, guys.
It's a-- it's a tomb.
Cal, this is freaky.
It's like someone lives here.
CAL: You think so?
SARAH: Well, hey there.
CAL: You know what?
SARAH: I'm scared.
CAL: I think we found that uh--
that room we were looking for.
SARAH: Really?
CAL: Yeah.
[thumping] Hey!
Wake up, boy.
It's the police.
TINA: What the
f*ck are you doing?
SARAH: Cal, my god.
CAL: You know what?
I'm tired of your mouth.
Let me put it to
good use, all right?
SARAH: It's kind
of dark in here.
[moaning]
SARAH: Oh, oh, Cal.
TINA: All right.
CAL: What the hell?
TINA: Hey, what's
taking so long?
Usually takes you about
two minutes anyway.
CAL: Well, I'll tell you what.
You want to join in too, that'll
make it about four minutes.
TINA: Hey, you can count.
SARAH: And he's smart, too.
[crash]
[screaming]
[train sounds]
LIZ: So It's cool inside?
JONATHAN: Definitely.
Definitely.
And I moved into
Bobby's old room.
There was all these bars
on the windows and--
LIZ: Get out of here!
Hey.
Bobby's still alive, you know.
Yeah.
He lives in one of the tombs.
That's just a story.
RITA: No.
Uh uh.
I see him out back
by the dumpsters
rooting through there.
I think he prefers the
leftover cream pie.
Oh, really?
RITA: Oh, yeah.
You know, the Fowler place
has always been weird.
I think nobody's
lived there since uh--
since-- um-- sh*t!
God!
I just-- you know, my
memory is a complete blank
between the Kennedy and
Reagan administrations.
The CIA administered LSD tests.
Yeah, you know what
I'm talking about.
So, how's the embalming room?
Oh, they have like these--
like these weird things
that you can like--
realign the broken bones.
And there's a
drain in the middle
of the floor for all the
like-- blood and guts
and that kind of stuff.
Can I see it?
I thought you'd never ask.
Cool.
[train sounds]
[interposing voices]
LIZ: All right, all
right, all right.
So, did you get any?
GRADY: Yeah.
I hooked it up with Charlie.
LIZ: Hm.
Charlie, huh?
GRADY: I wouldn't go to Trixie.
She's whacked out.
LIZ: No she's not.
She has good stuff.
GRADY: Oh, come on!
She's a wacko!
LIZ: Shut up.
She's my friend.
GRADY: Nah.
She's a complete wacko.
Do you remember what she
did to you two years ago?
She did not pull the
dress down on purpose.
And that wasn't two years ago.
That was what-- that was
last year or something.
No?
No, We didn't go last year.
We went up to Santa Cruz for
that balloon festival thing.
Nuh uh.
That was two years ago.
No.
You're losing your mind.
No, you are.
So how long--
how long have you
two been dating for?
How long have you
like, been together?
Uh-- [laughter]
What?
Dude, you-- it wouldn't work.
I'm g*y.
What?
Are you serious?
That's great.
That's great.
Why do you want to know?
Hm?
No.
I mean, I was just--
uh--
She's a great kisser.
We fooled around in 5th grade.
Shut up!
We're in business.
Two bodies came in.
Bodies?
Uh, Liz, Grady, this
is-- this is my mother.
She's the happy mortician.
Can we see them?
Uh-- uh--
well.
Hm.
I don't know.
LIZ: Come on, please?
LESLIE: You know, I don't--
LIZ: I may want to
do this for a living.
LESLIE: I don't even know
if this is really legal.
Oops.
No.
Not that one.
Are you sure you
want to see this?
Yeah.
All right.
Oh god.
That's-- that's Mr. Barstow.
He's my piano teacher!
GRADY: Hey, it's OK.
It's OK.
Let's get out of here.
LESLIE: I am so sorry.
LIZ: But--
JONATHAN: Oh, she knows him?
LIZ: I have a lesson tomorrow.
JONATHAN: She--
I am so sorry.
Mom!
It's my first embalming.
I'm just excited.
I get that.
Just-- you don't have to,
like, announce it to the world.
You know?
LESLIE: I'm really sorry.
[sigh] sh*t!
How did I know it was
her piano teacher?
Sorry about my mother.
I'm sorry about
your piano teacher.
I--
It was real.
He's dead.
GRADY: I uh-- say
it's time for a
little mood-altering substance.
You OK with that?
Yeah.
Input at the femoral artery.
Check.
Output at the jugular.
Aw, damn it.
Rigor mortis.
Rigor mortis.
Move the head in a
lateral direction.
[grunting] [crack] Good god!
All right.
OK.
[whirring noise] [suction]
Oh, that blood is not moving.
OK.
Let's increase the pressure.
All right.
[faster whirring noise] OK.
[sloshing sound]
Aye, aye god!
OK.
sh*t!
Oh, sh*t!
I forgot the clamps.
[squelching sound] Oh god!
[rock music]
[coughing]
[doorbell]
Wait a minute.
Oh sh*t!
g*dd*mn it!
[doorbell]
LESLIE: Wait a minute!
sh*t!
SHERIFF HOWELL: Mrs. Doyle?
- sh*t!
sh*t!
sh*t!
Do not tell him I'm here.
Guy's just waiting to bust me.
LIZ: Put it out!
[doorbell]
Hey!
Could somebody get that, please?
[interposing voices]
LIZ: Under the bed!
Under the bed!
LESLIE: Jamie, tell
Jonathan to get the door.
Mom wants you to
answer the door.
JONATHAN: Don't come in
my room without knocking!
JAMIE: What's that smell?
You can't go down like that.
What?
Take your clothes off.
[doorbell]
Hang on, please!
Hang on!
Oh, g*dd*mn.
[doorbell]
[gurgling sound]
sh*t!
Oh my god!
Oh god!
[machine stops]
God.
[doorbell]
Hang on!
[crackling sound]
[suspenseful music]
[doorbell]
What!
Oh.
Hi.
Oh.
Oops.
Sorry.
SHERIFF HOWELL: Leslie, this
will just take a moment.
I-- I-- I-- I need
to talk to your son.
Anything serious?
SHERIFF HOWELL: I need to
ask him a few questions.
Oh.
OK.
Sure.
Yeah.
Jonathan!
Will you come down here, please?
OK?
OK.
SHERIFF HOWELL:
Nice landscaping.
Oh, thank you.
Yeah, it does liven the
place up a bit, doesn't it?
SHERIFF HOWELL: Yes, it does.
Is that fescue or bluegrass?
All right.
All right.
Turn.
- OK.
sh*t.
- Good.
That's good.
That's good.
- Oh, sh*t.
All right.
Go.
Oh, Jonathan.
This is Sheriff Howell.
He came by to ask
you a few questions.
Have you seen
Robert Calvin lately?
He's commonly
referred to as Cal.
Uh-- I mean--
I mean-- I've seen
him like, around.
Did you see him last night?
No.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
Your son got into
fisticuffs with Mr. Calvin.
Now he and two of his
friends are missing.
You what?
Mom, it was-- it was nothing.
Nothing?
On the contrary,
this community
takes violence very seriously.
Now did you see Mr.
Calvin last night?
No!
LESLIE: OK.
Look.
I will handle this with my son.
Trust me.
But if he says he didn't
see anybody, I believe him.
SHERIFF HOWELL: Well, if you
remember anything, let me know.
Leslie, do you mind if I
take a look around the place?
Maybe out in the cemetery?
Be my guest.
Thank you.
What a mess.
LESLIE: Fighting?
Why?
He attacked me.
Well, that doesn't mean you
have to stoop to his level.
So I'm not supposed to
be a man and defend myself?
Being a man doesn't
mean punching someone.
It means doing the right thing.
There's no point in even
talking about this, because you
don't f*cking get it.
You're on chores till tonight.
First vandalism.
Then babies.
Oh my goodness.
[creak]
[suspenseful music]
JONATHAN: sh*t.
LESLIE: This stuff's
all over the place.
JONATHAN: Did you call that
guy about the septic tank?
[screaming]
He's in my closet!
He's in my closet!
LESLIE: Sh, sh.
Come here, come here.
He's there!
He's there!
The scary man!
Bobby Fowler!
He was in my closet!
Honey, I can't understand.
He's in my closet!
He's in my closet!
- Wait.
OK.
Calm down.
He was there!
He's gonna get me!
No, no.
Nobody's gonna get you.
Sh.
Wait, wait.
JAMIE: He's gonna get me!
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart, come here.
Come here.
Come here.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Nobody's in here.
OK.
He said he can
see in the dark.
He can find me anywhere.
No, no, sweetheart.
Jonathan and I would never
ever let anybody hurt you.
Right?
Right.
[sobbing] And he was there.
Right there.
LESLIE: Shh.
And he took my necklace!
Jame, is this from one of
your costumes or something?
JAMIE: No.
He was wearing it on his face.
[bell jingling]
[phone ringing]
Hey, did your
mom smell the pot?
We were afraid we got
you into more trouble.
Well, if she did,
she let it slide.
So.
Maybe I could meet
her again sometime.
I mean, if you ever
want to hang out.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
That would be--
that would be great.
I mean, you know,
you can-- you can
come over whenever you want.
So.
That is what you meant, right?
- Right.
- Right.
OK.
As long as there
are no dead bodies.
OK?
No dead bodies.
I promise.
OK.
So.
Well, how about your dad?
Can I meet him?
He uh-- he's actually
not really around anymore.
He passed away.
Sorry I--
No, it's--
Jonathan?
Yeah.
I just wanted to say--
What?
That.
Oh.
When can we get out of here?
[hissing sound]
[tapping]
Oh my god!
What the hell
happened to you guys?
Give me the usual.
Nice dress.
You look hot.
[coughing]
I thought you were missing.
Shut up, punk.
[coughing]
Shut up, punk.
sh*t.
Shut up, punk!
Shut up, punk!
Shut up, punk!
RITA: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's wrong with her?
Call a doctor or something.
- Shut up!
- What the f*ck?
Hey!
Hey!
Calm down.
Holy sh*t!
That is like some
really bad sh*t.
What did you give her!
Look at-- oh sh*t.
Get a broom!
Call the ambulance.
Do something!
Oh my god!
What the f*ck did
you give her, man?
[screaming] Oh!
So wrong!
She threw up on
your Aunt Rita?
Direct hit in the
face, right in the mouth.
She's been having acid
flashbacks for an hour.
Oh!
So what do you
think they were on?
Duh.
[loud rock music]
Hang on, Rita.
RITA: Oh god.
Oh, it's dark.
I want the colors back.
Oh, I remember him.
Oh.
And then, you know--
after it was over,
they just got up
and left, you know,
like nothing had ever happened.
Really?
LIZ: Rita!
RITA: Ow!
Oh.
Oh f*ck.
[whistling]
LESLIE: Don't you worry.
I'm going to make
you look beautiful
so your family can say goodbye.
[whistling]
[banging]
One second!
OK.
Be right back.
Oops.
OK.
[banging]
ELIOT COOK: Hey!
Got you some croakers.
[laughing] Big mess on
the highway yesterday.
Come on out.
Bring them in here, boys.
Big 18-wheeler hit a
little tiny Datsun.
I bet you heard the crash.
Actually, I didn't.
No.
But Eliot, my tables
are full right now.
I mean, thank god.
But--
You know, the county
only pays $200 a head.
I got him up to $400 for you.
I mean, Leslie, where
do you want the bodies?
Uh-- OK.
Yeah.
Follow me.
Bring them in right here.
ELIOT COOK: [laughter]
Good thinking, Leslie.
You've got creativity
and business
savvy in equal measure.
Very attractive.
So, you think
they'll be fine here?
No problem.
I'll have my son help
me move them later.
Good, good.
You know, I could probably
unload these caskets for you
for $100 a pop.
Really?
Great.
You just leave it to me.
It's good doing business
with you, Leslie.
You're a beautiful--
Oh!
Eliot!
[coughing] So I guess
I'll see you soon.
Yeah.
Good enough.
Take care.
Come on!
Get that out of here!
What are you hanging around for?
Let's go!
OK.
Bye bye.
It's so good to see you again.
[violent coughing]
All right.
OK.
Not bad.
[ripping sound] Oh.
Not good.
[gasping]
[wah] [wah]
Jamie Q, what are
you doing out here?
JAMIE: Dancing.
I'm gonna make the grass grow.
You're gonna make
the grass grow?
Am I a lamb?
[chuckle] What?
Where did that come from?
Mom says I'm a lamb.
Well, she's right, cutey pie.
You're a regular lamb chop.
LESLIE: Jonathan?
Oh.
Hi.
You brought your friends.
You'll stay for
dinner, won't you?
Sure.
Great.
Well, come in before it burns.
LESLIE: Sit.
Sit.
Please, sit down.
You here.
You here.
Young lady and Jonathan.
Oh.
Ready in a moment.
So we'll start with soup.
You made soup?
LESLIE: Mm hm.
Mm mm mm!
Mm!
I'll have water.
Thank you.
[THREATENINGLY]
You will drink milk.
Now.
Let's all join hands and
say what we're thankful for.
Elizabeth, we'll start with you.
I'm thankful for--
Um-- new friends.
Aw.
Old friends are--
Do not speak out of turn.
Next.
Give thanks.
I wish Daddy was here.
Oh, sweetheart.
I know.
I miss him too.
Those last few days were--
were so nice.
Let's eat.
Mm, mm, mm.
Mm, mm, mm.
Mm, mm, mm, mm.
Soup is so good.
[sizzling]
It's seasoned perfectly!
Mom!
Mom, please.
Please.
[choking sound] [retching]
Oh my god.
OK.
We gotta go.
We gotta go.
Get up.
We gotta--
You will do no such thing!
[screaming]
I cannot believe this.
Stay, Jamie!
JONATHAN: Let go of her!
LESLIE: Stay!
Stop!
GRADY: What the
f*ck is this sh*t!
What the f*ck is it!
JONATHAN: I don't know!
I don't know!
JAMIE: [screaming]
Jamie, Jamie!
You have to come
home sometime.
JAMIE: [screaming]
JONATHAN: Jamie, Jamie, Jamie!
Jamie!
JAMIE: [crying]
JONATHAN: I don't know
what the f*ck is going on.
GRADY: You and Jamie
better stay with us.
LIZ: You can't go back there.
She'll k*ll you!
[screaming]
Hold it!
Hold it!
Move!
Move, move, move, go!
LIZ: Oh my god!
JONATHAN: Oh god, no!
LIZ: OK.
Guys!
Guys!
Over here.
Rita was right.
He lives here.
Bobby Fowler lives here.
JONATHAN: Jamie, Jamie, don't--
[thumping]
[screams]
[thumping]
JAMIE: [gasping] [sobbing]
[scream]
TINA: Don't hurt me.
Please, don't hurt me.
LIZ: Wait!
Wait!
Shh.
TINA: They can hear us.
They can hear us.
It's all over the place.
There and there.
[hysterical laughing]
They got Cal and Sarah.
They took them to the well.
They k*lled Sarah.
They took them to the well.
f*cking got Cal and Sarah.
And they took them to the well!
You're part of it now.
Part of what?
Stuff!
That fungus stuff!
JAMIE: [screaming]
TINA: It's in your head.
Shh.
It gets into your head.
Gets into your head. [SCREAMING]
It gets into your head!
Stop it!
Bobby works for it.
He feeds it.
sh*t.
It's him.
It's him.
It's him.
It's him.
It's him.
[screaming]
Go!
[music playing]
TINA: Ladies first, Liz!
LIZ: b*tch!
JONATHAN: Hey, hey.
Go, go!
LIZ: Move it!
GRADY: Faster!
Faster!
JONATHAN: Go!
Go, go, go.
Hey, kids.
JAMIE: [screaming]
- Don't you leave.
JONATHAN: Go, Jamie!
Go, Jamie!
LESLIE: Don't you leave!
JONATHAN: Go, Jamie!
Go, Jamie!
Don't go!
Stop or I'll sh**t!
LESLIE: [growling]
Come on!
Come on!
Let's go!
Come on!
Here they come!
LIZ: Come on!
Where's the phone?
Don't tell me you lost it!
Where is it?
How were you doing there?
What?
- How long were you down there?
- What?!
Get off!
LIZ: Oh my god.
She's been in the tunnels
with Cal and Sarah.
How long were you down there?
I don't know!
Tried to stay away from them.
OK?
Did they puke on you?
- Don't even go there.
- How do we know?
What are you
idiots talking about?
Tina, you were
down there for days.
So!
I stayed away!
OK?
I did not get infected!
But I am leaving.
Stop it!
JONATHAN: How do we tell?
How do we tell?
Get your hands off me!
How do we tell, guys?
It's the slime, you morons!
Comes out of their mouths!
It's in the blood, too!
Give me the knife!
Don't.
Don't even go there!
Stop!
Give me your hand!
TINA: b*tch!
[screaming] b*tch!
Oh my god!
It's not one of them.
I told you that!
You cut me.
You cut me!
[interposing voices]
Stop!
Stop!
TINA: This sh*t is crazy!
You guys are all crazy!
[screaming]
Go!
Go, go, go!
Get the organ!
It won't stop bleeding.
[banging]
Hurry up!
[sobbing] Stop, stop, stop.
Those assholes!
Good.
Good.
Good.
JAMIE: [sobbing]
Please, please stop.
Please stop.
Please stop.
Please stop.
Ah!
[scream]
JONATHAN: Here.
Hold that.
Here.
Can you move this?
[scream]
JONATHAN: Here's what
I want you to do.
I want you to put trunk in front
of the door, OK, when I leave,
and pile all those
suitcases on it.
OK?
How are you gonna get back in?
That's easy.
I'll just-- I'll just
knock on the door.
And you'll move the suitcases
off and push the trunk away
and I'll come in.
- Why can't I stay with you?
Because, look.
It's safer here, baby.
See those windows?
Nobody can get in.
What if you come to
the door, I let you in,
and you're like Mom?
No, no.
I won't be.
OK?
I promise.
JAMIE: [sobbing]
[thumps]
JAMIE: [scream]
JONATHAN: You know
Dad told me once?
What?
You told me to always
look out for you.
Cause you know, parents
get older, or get sick,
and friends come and go.
But you and me, we're always
gonna be there for each other.
OK?
OK?
Believe that?
What are you gonna
do when I leave?
I'm gonna push the trunk
in front of the door.
I'm not going to open
it until you tell me to.
JONATHAN: Good, good.
Good.
OK.
JAMIE: [grunting]
JONATHAN: That's good, Jamie.
Just stay right there,
and I'll be back.
OK?
[g*nshots]
[screams]
JONATHAN: Just stay there.
I'll come back for you.
[g*nsh*t]
They're sh**ting at us!
Tina!
Tina!
Whoo.
[scream] Great.
I am in hell and the loser
patrol shows up to rescue me.
[screaming]
TINA: Come on!
[scream] Oh my god!
[scream]
[scream]
JONATHAN: Tina,
what are you doing?
Get over here!
LIZ: Help us!
Tina!
TINA: [screaming]
[sizzling]
Oh my god!
Holy sh*t!
It's the salt. It's the salt.
LIZ: Salt!
JONATHAN: Here, here, here!
Take that!
Take it!
LIZ: Salt. Let me take it.
It's like throwing
salt on a snail.
Jamie.
Jamie.
Jamie, Jamie!
Jamie!
Jamie, answer me!
Where are you!
Where the f*ck is she?!
Jamie!
g*dd*mn it!
Jamie!
Oh my god.
JAMIE: [sobbing] [scream]
[scream]
[yell]
[rattling sound]
[scream]
[scream]
[yell]
JAMIE: [sobbing]
Please don't hurt me.
Please.
Please don't hurt me.
Please don't k*ll me.
[laughing]
JAMIE: [screaming]
No!
No!
Go.
[suspenseful music]
JONATHAN: Did you hear that?
Did you hear?
Did you see that?
LIZ: [screaming]
Run!
Run!
JAMIE: [screaming]
LESLIE: Do it!
Feed it.
Blood feast.
Your face.
No, please.
Jonathan.
Let's all join hands
and give thanks.
No please.
Please don't hurt her.
Please.
Feed it!
Don't touch her!
Mom, please!
Get your hands off
So mother, young man.
This town takes
violence seriously.
Shut up, punk.
This town takes
violence seriously!
Shut up, punk!
[g*n shot]
No more graveyard babies!
[roar]
[scream]
[yelling]
[scream]
[roar]
[sizzle]
[expl*si*n]
G-- go.
OK.
[music playing]
[expl*si*n]
Come on.
Come on.
[expl*si*n]
[gasping]
Let's get out of here.
OK.
You OK?
You OK?
[screams]
LESLIE: Jamie!
[screams]
No!
[music playing]
[inaudible] Face is cracked,
set between my desire.
Don't keep your [inaudible]
because I'm waiting.
Well just hold tight, and
tell another f*cking joke
to pass the [inaudible].
You know it won't keep waiting.
So you say goodbye, cause
I never want to hear
another word about you and I.
You know you never stop.
No!
[inaudible]
[music playing]
[inaudible] only death
can save us from the fear.
[inaudible] the hunger
of a thousand years.
Forsaken souls, they
cry, the [inaudible]
will never rest till the
blood of all that's real
has been [inaudible]
Invite the chaos.
Embrace what is
the end and be all.
Under our feet the earth
will have its revenge.
Life or death.
Death unjust.
Death and death alone
will be the only thing
that saves you from the
pain and will consume you.
[inaudible]
Cause you'll never
hear it coming.
Say your f*cking prayers.
There will be on one to answer.
You're never gonna
get out alive.
Invite the chaos.
Embrace what is
the end and be all.
Under our feet the earth
will have its revenge.
Life or death.
Death adjusts.
Death and death alone
will be the only thing
that saves you from the
pain and will consume you.
To feel no pain, pray
for quickness of death.
When someone hears
the cry for help,
feel the shortness of breath.
See of evil now.
Crawling through the ground.
Sunshine rotting,
feeling chosen.
There is no cure for
reversing the poison.
Death in all its fury
running wild, [inaudible]
because you'll never
hear it coming.
Say your f*cking prayers.
There will be no one to answer.
You're never going
to get out alive.
Death in all its fury
running wild, [inaudible]
cause you'll never
hear it coming.
Say your f*cking prayers.
There will be no one to answer.
You're never going
to get out alive!
You're never gonna
get out alive!
You're never gonna
get out alive!
You're never gonna
get out alive!
You're never gonna
get out alive!
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