All language subtitles for Ari Aster - Hereditary - English with German Subs (Directot)

Come on, Peter.

Wake up.

Peter.

Wake up.

Here's your suit.

Do you know if your sister
slept in her room last night?

I don't know.

Come on, Peter. Get up.

Charlie. For God's sake, come on.

It was freezing last night.

That's how you get pneumonia.

That's okay.

Okay, come on. Let's go. We're late.

Your mother's in the car already.

It's heartening to see
so many strange, new faces here today.

I know my mom would be very touched

and probably a little suspicious...

To see this turnout. So...

My mother was a very secretive
and private woman.

She had private rituals,

private friends, private anxieties.

It honestly feels like a betrayal

just to be standing here
talking about her.

She was a very difficult woman to read.

If you ever thought you knew
what was going on with her,

and, God forbid,
you tried to confront that...

But when her life was unpolluted,

she could be the sweetest, warmest,

most loving person in the world.

She was also incredibly stubborn,

which, maybe, explains me.

You could always count on her
to always have the answer.

And if she ever was mistaken,

and, well, that was your opinion...

And you were...

wrong.

There aren't nuts in that, huh?

- No.
- Good.

Does that have nuts?
'Cause we don't have the EpiPen.

I know.

Hello, Rexy!

Good dog.

Shoes off, everybody.

Charlie, shoes off.

It does feel weird.

Yeah.

Should I be sadder?

You should be whatever you are.

It'll come.

Hey, how's it going?

Just working.

Taking a break from avoiding the show.

So, you still toiling away at the hospice?

Yeah, between this and the, uh, preschool.

So what's our deadline now? Seven months?

- Six and a half.
- Coming up.

Any ideas for titles?

Come in.

Hey...

- Good night, kiddo.
- Good night.

Are you...

Are you feeling okay about everything?

Yeah. Fine.

A little sad?

Yeah, I get it.

I know.

- Good night.
- Night.

Love you.

Who's this?

That's Grandma?

You know you were her favorite, right?

Even when you were a little baby,

she wouldn't let me feed you
because she needed to feed you.

Drove me crazy.

She wanted me to be a boy.

You know, I was a tomboy
when I was growing up.

I hated dresses and dolls and pink.

Who's gonna take care of me?

Excuse me.

You don't think
I'm gonna take care of you?

But when you die.

Well, then...

Dad will take care of you.

Or Peter.

You never cried as a baby.

You know that?

Even when you were born.

Did you feel like you wanted to cry today?

You think it might feel like a relief?

Good night, sweetheart.

Mom?

I just scared myself in the workshop.

With... With what?

No.

Are you done?

Almost.

So, maybe we finish the toy
after the quiz.

What do you think?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Oh, my God! What was that?

So, if we go by the rule
that the hero is undone by his fatal flaw,

what is Heracles' flaw?

Arrogance.

Okay.

Why?

Because he literally refuses
to look at all the signs

that are being literally
handed to him the entire play.

Okay, interesting.

So he thinks he has control.

But let's all remember,

Sophocles wrote the oracle
so that it was unconditional,

meaning, Heracles never had
any choice, right?

So does that make it
more tragic or less tragic

that if he has a choice?

- Less.
- Okay.

- Why?
- Because.

Care to weigh in, Peter?

About which part?

I think it's more tragic because,
if it's all just inevitable,

then that means that
the characters had no hope.

They never had hope

because they're all just, like, hopeless.

They're all like pawns
in this horrible, hopeless machine.

- Hello!
- Hi!

Did you go up in my mom's room?

No.

Door was open.

Hello?

Sorry. I know it's irrational.

- No problem.
- Thank you.

Hey, Dad. It's the cemetery.

About what?

Let me see.

Hello?

Yes.

What does that mean?

Desecrated?

But it's only been a week.

Yes, okay, yes. Sure.

All right. I understand. Yes...

Why don't I call you back?
Yes. Goodbye.

What was it?

Just some billing crap.

Okay, well, I'm, uh...
I'm gonna go see a movie.

Okay.

He would say,

"I'm a burden, I'm a burden,
I'm a burden."

And I would tell him,
"No, no."

But yes, he was a burden.

Now we've set aside
some time for any newcomers

who might like to speak.

So, anyone.

If it's your first or second time with us,
the floor is open.

Yes. Would you like to...

Maybe not.

Okay.

No pressure.

My name's Annie.

Hi, Annie.

My mom died a week ago.

So I'm just here for...

trying it.

I have a lot of resistance
to things like this,

but I came to these a couple years ago.

Well, I was forced to come
and I guess it...

I guess it helped. So...

My mom was old, and she wasn't
all together there at the end.

And we were pretty much estranged
before that,

so it really wasn't a huge blow.

But I did...

love her.

And she didn't have an easy life.

She had DID,
which became extreme at the end.

And dementia.

And my father died
when I was a baby from starvation,

because he had psychotic depression

and he starved himself,

which I'm sure
was just as pleasant as it sounds.

And then there's my brother.

My older brother had schizophrenia,

and when he was 16,

he hanged himself in my mother's bedroom

and of course his suicide note blamed her,

accusing her of putting people
inside him. So...

That was my mom's life.

And then she lived in our house
at the end, before hospice.

We weren't even talking before that.

I mean, we were, and then we weren't.

And then we were.

She's completely manipulative.

Until my husband finally enforced
a no-contact rule,

which lasted until I got pregnant
with my daughter.

I didn't let her anywhere near me
when I had my first, my son,

which is why I gave her my daughter,

who she immediately
stabbed her hooks into.

And I just... I felt guilty again.

I felt guilty again.

When she got sick,

not that she was really even
my mom at the end,

and not that she would
ever feel guilty about anything.

And I just don't want to put
any more stress on my family.

I'm not even really sure if they could...

Could give me that support.

And I just... I just feel like...

I just sometimes feel
like it's all ruined.

And then I realize

that I am to blame.

Or not that I'm to blame,

but I am blamed! I'm...

And what do you think
you feel blamed for?

I don't know.

Hey, what's going on
in town anyway, mister?

A convention or something?

What?

Those clothes you're wearing.

I talked to a guy this morning
who was wearing the same kind of outfit.

Maybe the guy
you're looking for, huh?

You spoke to him?

What did he tell you? Where did he go?

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Hey, take your hands off me.

You will tell me
what he said to you!

Well, why should I?
Hey, who do you think you are anyway?

He came in with the dog tags!

Wanted to know about the address
and I told him how to find it.

Where?

Hey, um,

do you think I could maybe borrow
one of the cars tonight?

Why? Where are you going?

Just like a school barbecue thing.

So you're not eating with us?

No, I was still gonna eat here.

Well, you can eat there
if you want. I just didn't...

No, no, no. I'm gonna eat here.
I just... I...

Just be going to hang out.

No drinking?

We're not even old enough
to get drinks if we wanted to.

Well, that's a crock.
I'm just asking if you're drinking.

Well, I just answered no.

You gonna take your sister?

Does she want to go?

Have you asked her?

Charlie?

Charlie!

I mean, what are you doing?
Leaving the house barefoot?

Are you some kind of idiot?

You can't roam around
with no shoes and no coat.

I want Grandma.

What? You're angry with me now?

You are going to this... Hey, socks off.

You're going to this party
with your brother.

What party?

Some school hangout with other kids.

That's okay.

No, it's not okay. You're going.

- Why?
- Because it'll be fun.

Because you'll get to hang out
with other kids.

- With who?
- With your...

With your brother. With other kids.

- Fine.
- Good. You're going.

- She's going with you.
- Great.

Now this really means no drinking.

Yeah, I really wasn't going to.

Hi.

Hi.

How's the party?

Why? You wanna know if you should come?

Yeah. What do ya think?

Either way.

Hey, do you happen to smoke at all?

I have really good weed.

- The other room has a bong.
- Sick.

Do you wanna wait out here for a second?

- No.
- Charlie, please, just...

It'll be two minutes
and then we can hang out.

You can draw.

Please, Charlie. I'm...

Oh, shit, look.
They're giving out chocolate cake.

Not to everyone.

Yes, to everyone. It's a party.

- I don't know anyone.
- Nobody does.

Just walk over and stand there
and they'll give you a piece.

Hurry up. They're gonna run out.
Come on, Charlie.

Hey, guys.

Peter has weed.

That was your sister downstairs?

Yeah. Charlie.

Is your sister hot?

I actually saw her drawing me last week.

Yeah?

Yeah. She made me look retarded.

Yeah. That's Charlie.

Peter?

Charlie.

What's up?

Are you okay?

It's hard to breathe.

What do you mean?

I think my throat's getting bigger.

It's okay, Charlie.
We're almost at the hospital, okay?

Charlie!

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, good. They're home.

Good.

I'm running out
for some balsam wood.

You want anything?

I'm good, sweetheart. Drive safe.

Okay.

Back in 20.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

No. I can't, I can't...

I just want to die!

Oh, God. It hurts too much!

I just need to die!

Charlie!

Oh, God.

Charlie!

Hey, are you guys friends
with Becky on Facebook?

You're friends with Becky?

Dude, I said "Facebook friends."

But seriously, you see her statuses, bro?

Oh, my God, dude, I know.

- Like, every ten seconds.
- For real.

Oh, dude, what about, uh, fucking...
Let me hit that.

- Brian?
- Brian and his girlfriend.

He calls her something...

He calls her something really goofy, dude.
What does he...

He calls her "princess."

Who fucking calls
their girlfriend "princess"?

What the fuck?

Dude, he's like,

"I'm picking up my princess
from the airport."

Fucking eating cous... What the fuck.

It's couscous.

Couscous. I don't give a shit.
"...with my princess."

You hit that shit?

Who's his girlfriend?

Some, uh, some fucking
stupid college chick.

Damn.

I wanna fucking stupid
college princess, bro.

Yeah.

Hey, dude. Dude, dude, dude.
Are you... Are you all right?

I think I'm having a... Like a reaction.

- What?
- My throat is...

I think my throat is getting bigger.

Dude, it's just... It's just weed.

Chill, man. It's all right.

Just hold my hand. Hold on.

I'm so sorry to chase you down.

Were you not coming in, or...

I... No, I just, um... I forgot something.

Okay, sorry. Sorry, I just...

I recognized you from a few months ago.

Oh, God. I feel very silly. I'm Joan.

Hi.

Are you doing better?

What?

After your mother?

What? No, no. That's not...

My, um... My daughter was killed.

I'm...

I'm so, so sorry.

Would you like to come in with me?

Or we could even just have a coffee.

I'm sorry. Really, I...

I can't...
I really did forget something.

My son died.

I'm so sorry.

How old was yours?

Thirteen.

God.

That's awful.

My son and my grandson
drowned four months ago.

The little one was seven.

Oh, my God!

I've been coming here
for a couple of months now.

And it has helped.

It doesn't make it easier, obviously,

but sometimes it makes it less lonely.

Okay.

And now I'm about to
embarrass myself, but, uh,

if you need someone

to talk to...

'Cause we all do.

If you need it.

Okay.

Thank you. Really.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- I'm going to bed.
- Where were you?

At the movies.

Gonna go to bed.

Okay. I'll come up with you.

Okay.

I'll be right back.

No, you won't. You're taking the blanket.

I can't sleep.

It's freezing out there.

Well, the heater's up there.

Okay.

Is that okay?

If it gets too cold, come back in.

I just need to sleep.

Shit.

Annie. You came.

It's a little earlier than we said.

You're perfect. Come in. Come in.

Your welcome mat.

Ah! It's kind of cute, huh?

Yeah. My mother used to
embroider ones just like that.

Did she really? Isn't that funny?

Please come in. Sit.

First there's the...

The smell of something wrong.

And then...

the body.

Covered in black blood, like tar.

And her head wasn't there,
so I couldn't see her face.

But they were her clothes.

And her hands, and her little fingernails.

How is your relationship with your son?

Peter?

Oh, God. Um...

Okay, I sleepwalk.

I mean, I haven't done it in years,
but...

A couple years ago, I woke up

and I was standing next to Peter
in Charlie's bed

when they shared a room.

And they were

completely covered in paint thinner.

And so was I.

From head to toe.

And I was standing there
with a box of matches

and an empty can of paint thinner.

And I woke myself up striking the match,

which also woke Peter up,
and he started to scream.

- And I immediately put the match out.
- Like, immediately.

I mean, I was just as shocked as he was.

And it was impossible to convince them
that it was just sleepwalking,

which of course it was, but...

The timing was awful.

Peter and I had gotten into
this stupid quarreling phase,

just forever arguing
about nothing, such...

Frivolous stuff.

And Peter always held it against me.

And there is nothing I can say
and nothing I can do

because it happened.

While I was asleep.

Hey! That was quick.

Did you bike all the way here?

No. Actually, my friend drove me home.

Oh, uh, by the way, Peter, have you, um...

Have you signed up for that,
uh, SAT prep course?

I'll do it tomorrow.

Yeah, you know what, you gotta do that
because it's coming up.

Jesus Christ, Annie.

You're not planning on
letting him see that, are you?

- Who?
- Peter.

How do you think he's gonna feel
when he sees that?

What? It's not about him.

No?

No. It's a neutral view of the accident.

Are you, uh,
are you coming down to dinner?

I'm making dinner.

No, I made the dinner. I came to get you.

Come, stay, whatever you want.
I don't really give a shit.

This is really good, Dad.

Thanks, buddy.

You okay, Mom?

What?

Is there something on your mind?

Is there something on your mind?

It just seems like there might be
something you wanna say.

- Peter...
- Like what?

I mean, why would I wanna say something
so I can watch you sneer at me?

Sneer at you? I don't ever sneer at you.

Sweetie. You don't have to.
You get your point across.

Okay, so, fine.
Then say what you wanna say, then.

Peter.

I don't wanna say anything.
I've tried saying things.

Okay, so try again. Release yourself.

Release you, you mean.

Yeah, fine. Release me. Just say it.
Just fucking say it!

Don't you swear at me, you little shit!

Don't you ever raise your voice at me!
I am your mother!

Do you understand?

All I do is worry and slave
and defend you.

And all I get back
is that fucking face on your face.

So full of disdain and resentment
and always so annoyed.

Well, now your sister is dead.

And I know you miss her,
and I know it was an accident,

and I know you're in pain.

And I wish I could take that away for you.

I wish I could shield you
from the knowledge

that you did what you did,
but your sister is dead!

She's gone forever!

And what a waste.

If it could have maybe
brought us together or something.

If you could have just said, "I'm sorry,"
or faced up to what happened.

Maybe then we could
do something with this.

But you can't take responsibility
for anything!

So now I can't accept...

And I can't forgive,

because...

Because nobody admits
anything they've done!

What about you, Mom?

She didn't wanna go to the party.

So why was she there?

All right.
We're stopping this right now.

That's it.

I said stop right now.

Fine!

Fine.

Joan?

Annie!

Hi.

- Annie!
- Hi!

Oh, my!

How are you?

- Annie! I'm...
- Are you okay?

I'm... I am, yes.
I'm really good.

I'm really, really...

Okay.

Something's...
Something happened, Annie,

and I feel completely turned around.

What happened?

I don't even know if I should say.

What do you mean?

You're gonna think I am crazy!

No, not at all.

Okay.

All right, come on.

I met...

a spiritual medium.

They were performing an open séance.

I know, I know what you're thinking,
but they asked me to attend.

They were bringing skeptics in,
and scientists.

So I went, fully skeptical.

And what I experienced there, Annie,

was truly...

Open sëance.

They brought in the spirit of a man
from the 19th century.

And no, no, not in a kind of
smoke and mirrors way, no.

And the man sitting next to me
was a completely cynical neurologist

and he looked permanently changed
by the end of it.

No, I... I...
I know what you're thinking. I do.

But I... I approached
the medium afterwards

and I asked her about my son
and my grandson

and she came to my apartment and she...

She ended up performing...

Well...

She conjured my grandson.

No, no, no, I know,
I know what that smile is. I know.

Annie, Annie...

I wouldn't believe it either,
I didn't believe it,

but I heard his voice.

I felt his presence in the room.

Annie, this is real.

What are you doing right now?

I'm just here shopping.

Do you wanna come over?

Annie. Please, Annie.
I really think you should.

It would be everything if you came.

Nice mood-setter.

Okay.

I'm going to put my hand on the glass...

but I'm not going to add pressure.

You do the same.

All right.

Louis...

Louis, are you here? It's Grandma.

Louis,

if you are here with us,

please just try and slide the glass.

Louis,

if you're here...

Hi, Louis!

- Hi, Louis!
- How did you do that?

Louis, I'm going to ask you
some questions. Okay, sweetie?

If the answer is yes,
slide the glass to the right.

If it's no,

slide it the other way, to the left.

Do you understand?

Louis, are you okay?

Are you in pain?

- Oh, my God!
- It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Louis, I brought your chalkboard.

Remember your chalkboard?

Can you write something?

Louis! I love you, sweetheart!

I'm sorry. Could we stop?

What?

I'm sorry. Please...

Louis, we're going to stop for a second,
but I'll be right back.

- Are you all right?
- I'm sorry, I'm just... I really...

I understand, I understand.

That's exactly how I reacted
the first time.

I have to go. Okay.
I'm... I'm sorry. Thank you.

- No, no. It's okay. It's okay.
- Thank you. Yeah.

I know. I know, honey.

If you want to try this on your own...

- God...
- It's okay. It's okay.

First light the candle,

then choose an item
that belonged to your daughter.

That will be your link.
Mine was the chalkboard.

That's my link.

It's all right. It's all right.

It's okay. There you go.

Then when you're ready,

read this out loud,

every syllable, very carefully.

Sorry, why? What is it?

I don't know what language it is.

The medium had me read it first.

It's to make things start.

But remember, your whole family...

Every member needs to be in the house.

Your son, everyone. Very important.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Deep breath.

You didn't kill her, Annie.

What?

She isn't gone.

Mom?

What are you doing?

What's going on?

You're sleepwalking.

I'm sorry.

Is Charlie here?

Why are you scared of me?

What?

I never wanted to be your mother.

Why?

I was scared.

I didn't feel like a mother.

But she pressured me.

Then why did you have me?

It wasn't my fault. I tried to stop it.

How?

I tried to have a miscarriage.

How?

However I could.

I did everything they told me not to do,
but it didn't work.

I'm happy it didn't work.

You tried to kill me.

No, I did not. I love you!

You tried to kill me!

- I love you!
- Why did you try to kill me?

I didn't! I was trying to save you!

Why did you try to kill me?

Peter?

Peter, sweetheart? Wake up.

- What?
- It's okay. It's me.

I am so, so sorry for everything.

- Please, please forgive me.
- It's okay.

I can't stand the things I said.

It's okay. It's okay.

Can you get up, sweetheart?
We're gonna try something.

I was having a nightmare.

It's okay. We can do something.

Do what?

I figured it out. Come on, come on.

Steven. Baby. Steve, wake up.

- What?
- Come downstairs.

We're gonna try something together.

Come on, come on.

Steve, come on. Let's go.

- Dad?
- It's okay.

Come on, come on!

Okay.

So...

It's freezing in here.

Wait! No, no, no.
What are you doing? Wait!

- I'm gonna close the window.
- No, no. We can't change anything.

I don't wanna mess it up.

Everyone needs to sit. Come sit.

My friend Joan taught me how to do this.

What friend Joan?

We need our palms on the table
and our fingers to touch. Please.

What are we doing here, Annie?

Please. You'll see.

Please.

Trust me.

All right, fine.

We can do it over here then.

Peter. Okay.

Okay, Steve. Come on.

I need you both to concentrate.

On what?

Think about Charlie, if you can.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Sweetheart, please.

I tried this 20 minutes ago

- and it worked.
- What worked?

I would not bring you down here
if it didn't.

- Well, I just need to show you.
- Show what?

Fuck! I'm a...

I'm a medium, okay?

I was seeing apparitions earlier

and I just shook them off
and I shouldn't have.

Please, I know how it sounds,
but there's no way to talk about it.

I just need to show you, okay?
Please, you'll see.

- I'm completely lucid.
- Peter, go to bed.

What! No, no, no! Peter, please!
We need to do this as a family.

This needs all our energies, okay?
Together.

All right, I'll stay.

Steve. Steve, please.

I really, really need you
to be open to this.

Please, please. I promise... Both of you.

Please. I need you to be open. Please.

Come on, Steve. Come on, come on.

I promise.

Okay.

Okay, good.

So, I read that earlier.
I don't think I need to read that again.

What language is even that?

Try to concentrate.

Charlie?

Charlie, are you here?

Charlie, it's Mommy.

And Daddy and Peter.

Charlie, if you're in this room with us,

I'm gonna have us all touch the glass.

Don't add pressure.

Now, if you're in here, Charlie,
I want you to move the glass for us.

- Even if it's just a tiny bit.
- Oh, Jesus Christ, Annie!

Even if it's just the tiniest
little movement. Okay, Charlie?

Okay.

Shit.

What the hell?

- What?
- You don't feel that?

What? Feel what?

Like, you don't feel the air flexing?

Yes!

Thank you, Charlie! That was so good!

Okay. Now, Charlie,
what I'd like for you to do

is I'd like for you to show them
what you did earlier.

Can you show them
what you just did for me before?

- Mom.
- She's gonna do it.

- That's enough.
- What? No, no, no!

Listen, when I did this earlier,

this manifested on the page. I saw it!

- I saw it!
- What is it?

- It's Charlie!
- Annie!

Charlie, did you want to draw some more?

- You can keep going.
- Stop it! Stop it!

Okay, we need to keep
our fingers touching...

You are scaring him!

No, I am not! Peter, Peter, listen...

Stop it!

Listen to me.
There is no need to be scared.

This is your sister.

Mom.

Charlie, what's wrong?

Hello?

- Mom?
- Mom?

- Mom?
- I don't like this.

Dad, I don't like this.

- What's happening?
- Please stop.

- Annie, please, stop this.
- What's going on?

- Mom!
- Please.

You're really freaking me out.
Please stop.

- What's happening? Why is everyone scared?
- Dad, make it stop.

Why are you scaring me!

Make it stop! Make it fucking stop!

- Make it stop!
- Where's Mom?

Stop it!
Stop it now! Please stop!

- Mom? Peter? Peter, I'm scared.
- Dad, make it stop!

What the hell? What are you doing?

What happened?

Our country has had
many ups and downs,

economically speaking.

We've talked about the struggles
during the 1800s

compared to the fall of 1929,

in an era that become known appropriately
as the Great Depression.

For a decade, we suffered
through many, many hardships.

In 1929,
Wall Street had been going so well

that when it finally crashed
because of the Great Boom,

it caused a huge decline in the economy.

So much so that it caused food lines.

This is where the Federal Government has,
or still has...

Yes, Peter?

I'm sorry.
I have to go to the bathroom.

Of course. Take the pass.

As I was saying...

Hello?

Can you guess
who just called me from school

in complete hysterics?

Charlie?

What?

Nothing. What happened?

Peter just called me, Annie,
terrified, crying in the halls,

convinced he's being threatened
by some vengeful spirit.

Why does he think he's being threatened?

Listen to me, Annie.
I have a son to protect.

What does that mean?

It means that that's what
I'm worried about right now

and that's how...

Hey, don't talk to me like this.

He's my son too...

Do not hang up on me again.

I am not sleepwalking anymore.
Do you understand?

At the tone,
please record your voice message.

When you are finished recording,

you may hang up or press pound
for more options.

Annie, hi!

This is Patrick at the Archer Gallery.

I was just calling
first to see how you're doing,

how your family's doing.

We've all been thinking about you
and just worrying about you

and hoping you're okay.

You guys have been
in our constant thoughts and prayers.

And then also, uh,
we just wanted to, well, to say first,

if you need us to postpone the show
or push the date,

it's obviously more than okay.

And if not, uh, we just wanna call and see

if we could help in any way or offer...

Oh, jeez. That smell.

Annie? What's that smell?

What the fuck happened here?

I didn't feel like looking at it anymore.

Charlie?

Peter? Oh my God, Peter!

What's wrong, baby? What's happening?

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

You were pulling on my head!

What? No, I wasn't. I just came in.
You were screaming. What happened?

I saw Charlie in the corner

and then you started
trying to pull my head off!

Oh, Peter. I would never do that to you.
Are you crazy? Please, baby.

What corner did you see Charlie?

Peter, listen to me.

I don't know what's happening
or what you just saw,

but I am stopping this.

Do not tell Dad what you just said to me.

Do not, okay? Because it is not true.

Something is happening
and I'm the only one who could stop it.

Do you understand?
I'm the only one who can fix this.

Joan?

Joan, please. I need to talk to you.

Joan, I really need to ask you a question.

Joan!

Peter!

Peter!

Peter!

I expel you!

Zantany!

Dagdany!

Aparagon!

Peter!

Get out!

Peter!

Oh, God.

...so everyone feels justified.

Iphigenia's murder
was commanded by the gods.

So, really,
Agamemnon had no choice...

Peter.

Peter, what's wrong?

Peter, are you all right?

Can he breathe?

Peter, what are you doing, man?

Call from West High School.

Hello.

Yes, it is.

Oh, thank God.

Wait, what? Oh, my God!

What happened? What happened to him?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh, my God. Oh, no. Oh, who did that?

He did it, apparently, to himself.

Smashed his face into his own desk.

Okay, Steve. Wait, wait.
Wait, Steve. Listen.

Take his feet.
Please, take his feet.

Steve, uh, upstairs...

In the attic, when you were gone,
I went up there and I...

I just... I really need you
to go up there and see what I saw.

There's a body.

Yeah. I mean, I think it's my mother,

I think, but I can't tell
because the skin's all black

and she's all distended,
but the head is gone.

Will you, please? I just need you
to go and see upstairs.

Please, Steve.

And then there's more.

You mean more than
your mother's headless body?

Of course there is.

- Jesus, fuck!
- Okay, there's more.

What the fuck was that?

Why didn't you call the police?

The police can't help us.

Who the fuck is that up there?

Do you remember Joan,
my friend whose grandson died?

- She took me to her apartment.
- It did look like your mother.

Well, listen.
She taught me how to do the sëance.

I didn't even want to,
but she brought her grandson back

and I saw it and felt it
just like you did with Charlie.

Now, look. This is my mother's album.
Now look here.

See this? See her?
That's her. That's Joan.

She didn't even mention knowing my mom

and I've never met her before,
but she approached me.

She consoled me.

She told me about this séance,
and she showed me how.

Now look at this. See this symbol?
On the necklace my mom gave me.

It's her necklace, right?

They're both wearing it,
and they're wearing it in every photo.

And look at that pattern!
Did you see up there?

This was painted above the body, right?

In blood!

You dug up the grave.

It was you, wasn't it?

What?

All those nights you were pretending
to go to the movies.

You're not even listening!

And then the day the cemetery called,
I said,

"Oh, I won't tell her
because she'd be worried."

Oh, God damn it! Listen to me, Steve!

I know you don't trust me
and there is nothing I can do about that.

But they put a curse on us
when we brought Charlie back.

We made a pact with something.

Something that is in this house.

I don't know what it is,
but it is after Peter.

I watched these pages fill.

All of them are Peter!

I'm sorry. I don't know what I did.

I don't know what I did,
but Peter is in danger.

And I started it.

Now, if we destroy this book,

it will take me too.

I tried to burn it. I tried.

But my arm caught on fire on its own

as if I was linked to it
because I am linked to it.

I understand this now. Please!

If we don't destroy this book...

Peter will...

Oh, God. Do you understand?

We have to do this.
Please, please, please, please.

For Peter.

I need you to trust me, Steve.

It needs to be me. It's my fault.

It's my fault.
I know it's my fault. Please.

Please, I need you
to throw it in the fire.

Please, I just... I can't do it.

I can't. I'm just too fucking scared.
But if we don't do it...

If we don't do it, it's gonna be Peter,
it's gonna be our son.

Okay, I know this. I know so.

Just, please, please,
please, please, please...

Steve, please. Please understand, baby.

Please, please.
Please throw it in the fire.

Sweetheart, please.

Please take it, take it. You gotta do it.

You gotta do it.

Okay. Thank you, thank you.

Okay, here.

Okay.

Now listen to me. Listen to me.

You are the love of my life.

I love you, Steve. I love you so, so much.

Oh, God, I love you so much.

And I love Peter so much.

Now please, just...

Please just throw it in.

I'm not gonna do this with you anymore.

What? No, no, no!

No, no, it's not helpful for you.

You are sick, Annie.

I need to call the police.

Oh, God!

Mom?

Dad?

Mom?

Dad?

Hello?

Mom?

Stop! Mom, please stop!

Mom, I'm sorry! Okay, I'm sorry.

Mommy. Mommy, please. I'm begging you.

I'm begging you to stop.

Mommy?

Just gotta wake up.

You just gotta wake up.
Come on. You're okay.

Just wake up. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

Hey, hey, hey.

It's all right.

Charlie...

You're all right now.

You...

are Paimon,

one of the eight kings of Hell.

We have looked to the Northwest
and called you in.

We've corrected your first female body

and give you now this healthy male host.

We reject the Trinity
and pray devoutly to you, great Paimon.

Give us your knowledge
of all secret things.

Bring us honor, wealth,
and good familiars.

Bind all men to our will,

as we have bound ourselves
for now and ever to yours.

Hail, Paimon!

Hail, Paimon!

Hail, Paimon!

Hail!