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Zoe: Come on—don’t you die on us, now. You have work to do.
Ethan: Where am I? What the hell?
Marguerite: Rise and shine, sleepyhead. It’s time for supper.
Ethan: Who are all you people? Where’s Mia?
Marguerite: Eat it. It’s good.
Lucas: Dumb son of a bitch wouldn’t know good if it hit him!
Marguerite: Lucas!
Lucas: Goddamn, old man, not again!
Jack: Get out the way, Marguerite! That boy’s got to eat! He got to have his supper. Come here, boy. Let’s do this, come on.
Marguerite: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit—he’s not eating it. Jack!
Jack: Shut the hell up, Marguerite!
Marguerite: I made that for him!
Jack: Get the hell outta here!
Marguerite: You’re a son of a bitch!
Jack: This was supposed to be a very special feast. Come here, boy. Come on now.
Lucas: God damn it. I bet it’s that cop again.
Jack: Goddamn pigs! I’m coming back for you.
Jack: Thought you’d just slip out before dinner was done? Stay right there. God damn it, how I am gonna replace this? I was so worried about you. Shut up, just shut up… You know what they say… once family, always family. You came to the wrong house, boy. Where’d that little shit get to? It’s over, boy.
Ethan: What the fuck!
Jack: You… better… run… Here’s daddy! Don’t you go anywhere! You’re wasting your time. Stay right there. I’m on to you. Alright, have fun under there, boy. I’m gonna come back for you later.
Zoe: You did good. Ethan.
Ethan: Zoe, right? What the fuck are these—
Zoe: Shut up and listen if you want to stay alive. You gotta get out of that house. There might be a way out through the main hall. And that thing on your wrist is a codex. Don’t lose it. It’s important.
Ethan: Hell-of-a-girl.
Police Deputy: Hey, you! Open up! Hey, over here!
Ethan: Hey, you gotta help me!
Police Deputy: Hold on, back up! Now, sir, do you live here? I mean, is this your property?
Ethan: What? Me? No. No!
Police Deputy: Alright. Now we got several calls about some missing persons lately.
Ethan: You don’t understand. I gotta get outta here!
Police Deputy: Now calm down.
Ethan: You’re not listening to me. There are crazy people in this house trying fucking kill me!
Police Deputy: Well alright, lemme tell you this. You don’t exactly seem like you’re playing with a full deck yourself, alright?
Ethan: Are you kidding me?
Police Deputy: Look, like I said, we’ve had several missing persons calls, and I can’t rule out that an outsider like yourself may not be involved.
Ethan: Alright. I’ll tell you whatever you want.
Police Deputy: Alright. Now that’s more like it. Now, meet me in the garage. We’ll talk there.
Ethan: Hey, wait! You gotta give me your gun!
Police Deputy: You must have lost your mind.
Ethan: Look, officer.
Police Deputy: Deputy.
Ethan: Right, deputy. Now do you wanna see my name in the obituaries? Or do you wanna be a hero and save my life? A fucking pocket knife?
Police Deputy: Here. Take it! That’s all you’re gonna get. Now go. Garage. Now.
Ethan: What am I gonna do with a knife?
Ethan: Hey! We gotta get the fuck outta here.
Police Deputy: Now first you need to tell me what you’re doing here alone in the middle of the night?
Ethan: Me? What about you?
Police Deputy: Now, it’s my job. Why don’t you do your job and tell me? Answer my questions.
Ethan: You’re not gonna believe me if I told you.
Police Deputy: Try me. Hey. Put that door back up. Put that door back up! What are you doing?
Ethan: Wait! Wait! Fuck it. I’m gonna kill every one of you.
Jack: Ho-ho! Alright, bring it on! Motherfuck!
Ethan: Oh shit!
Jack: Nice car, Ethan. Where’d you learn to drive?
Ethan: Fuck!
Jack: Let’s finish this—you and I. Aww yeah, I’m gonna take you for a ride!
Ethan: No… no!! Fuuuck!
Jack: Oh boy, now look what you’ve done, motherfucker! Do I have your attention, boy? You are about to see something wonderful.
Ethan: Fuck!
Zoe: Did my daddy give you a hard time?
Ethan: That’s your father?
Zoe: He used to be.
Ethan: I’m sorry… but he’s, uh, he’s dead now.
Zoe: You just might be able to pull this off.
Ethan: What? Pull what off?
Zoe: There’s something I need you to do. I can’t explain it right now. You may need some sort of keys to do it, but find a way out of the house.
Ethan: OK.
Zoe: I’ll be in touch.
Mia: Ethan, if you find this—I know I can’t expect anything from you. Not after what happened. After what I did. But I just want you to know that wasn’t me. I don’t know what happened. There’s so much that you need to know.
Marguerite: There you are! You gave us quite a scare, young lady!
Mia: I can’t let her catch me again.
Young Girl: Over here, mommy.
Marguerite: I am sick and tired over being sick and tired of your bullshit, girl.
Mia: I need to hide… I need to hide…
Marguerite: Why are you putting me through this? What have I done to deserve this except open my home and feed you? I don’t understand you at all. This is a gift. This house—this house has seen more than you imagine, and it knows. Now’s not the time for that. You just don’t understand or is it that you just don’t care? I know you and Zoe are plotting. I know you are scheming. You think I don’t know what you want to do with that boy Ethan?
Mia: No… no, no, don’t come over here.
Marguerite: I’ll feed you to my babies and fertilize the garden with what was left. We open our home! We open our hearts! And what do you do?! She loves you. She wants us to be a family, god damn it. You… you! All you have to do is accept her fucking gift! We love you… Why can’t you see that?! Embrace us! No, no, no, no, no—you don’t fuckin’ try to escape your share of the blame. There’s no way out of there, missy. Where do you think you’re going?
Mia: Ethan! Ethan, please help me! Help, Ethan! No!
Ethan: What did they do to you, Mia?
Jack: Heck of a thing, ain’t it? Sure as shit beats the hell out of dying. My little girl has given us a gift, and this gift is with me always. As you can see, the family is only a part of her gift. Which – in a word – means, you’re fucked. Come out, come out wherever you are. I can smell you! Ethan! Ethan! Ethan! Where are you? You can’t hide from me boy! Here I come. It won’t be long before I find you and kill you. No way out, ya know! This is all too fun.
Ethan: Who builds this shit?
Jack: I was gonna be her father. But now she says he will be her father. No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no. I will find him and I will make him suffer. And you, my friend, will help me.
Ethan: Poor deputy…
Jack: You ain’t gettin’ away Groovy. That’a boy, that’s the ticket! You are gonna get it now! Fun, ain’t it? Ugh! That’s it! What’s the matter? Outta juice? You’re going to die here.
Ethan: Do me a favor and stay dead.
Zoe: You made it. You’re the first I’ve ever seen make it this far.
Ethan: So, what is it you need me to do? Is it gonna help me get outta here?
Zoe: Yes, now listen carefully, Ethan. My family and I… our bodies are contaminated. I can’t leave the property unless I get it out. Same goes for Mia.
Ethan: Is there a way to get it out?
Zoe: We need the serum. It should clear whatever this stuff is out of the body. As long as you’re not too far gone.
Ethan: Alright, so where is it?
Zoe: If I knew where one was I’d already be long gone. But I have a feeling my mother has hidden some inside the old house somewhere.
Ethan: So if we get this thing, I can help Mia and we can get outta here?
Zoe: Right, and so can I. The old house is near the water—you can’t miss it.
Ethan: Alright.
Zoe: I just hope you can handle my mother.
Ethan: Your mother?
Zoe: Be careful. They’ll be lookin’ for ya.