All language subtitles for C200E82FCE78978315226A8DB99FF488_eng (THE OVERNIGHT)

What the hell
are you wearing?

- You're not going to the prom

- dressed like a tramp!

- What?

You want me to wear
my communion dress?

I'm 18. You don't own me!

-I hate you!
Watch your mouth, young lady!

Just shut up!

- Well, if you're not
changing, you're not going!

To Satan, giver of youth
and I'm not going to the prom

-happiness.
dressed like an old spinster!

- No, no, no!
- Come, almighty Eternal Devil.

- No, no, no!

NYC's top pop radio!

Hello New York!
What a beautiful day.

This one goes out to
Jessie from David who says,

"Let's make some
memories this weekend!"

Oh David, look!
An antique store!

-It looks cute! Come on, let's go, please?
-No, no.

What about the reservations?
We're running late already.

-The weather's getting bad.
-Are you serious?

-Come on.
-Okay.

You're right.
Let's go antiquing.

-Yay! I love you!

You know what?

This place is awesome.

I knew it would be worth it.

Oh wow. This place
is unbelievable.

I've never seen
anything like this.

Oh, hello.

You know where I'll be.

Okay.

-Have fun.

I need to take some
shots for my blog anyways.

-I'm behind.
-Sure.

-I'll be here when you're done.

-Oh God!
-Hey Hey Jessie.

It is you, isn't it?

I'm sorry, who are you?

Oh, I'm... just
one of your fans.

Wow.

Your...

Your skin is so beautiful.

You're even prettier in person.

-You're
-Oh, please.

-Don't touch me.
-It's cool, it's cool. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I just... wanted to
get a picture with you?

For my blog?

-Oh, um...

Please?

Yeah, sure.

Cool, cool, cool,
cool. Come here.

Hey. How's it going?

Good, good. There's
some cool stuff in here.

-Glad we stopped.

Look at this.

-It's sort of cute.

What is it?

I don't know. Some
1920's creature.

Can you believe someone thought
this was like a great gift for a baby?

Well, it sure explains why my
parents are so dysfunctional.

-Hmm.
-Oh!

I think I'll take a pic with this
and send it out to all my crazy fans.

-You know what?

I hate it when you do that.

I don't like having my face
plastered all over the internet.

Especially not with that thing.

It's a toy, David.

I mean, I'm posting it as a
part of my vacation for my fans.

Come on, after all, you
are the love of my life.

Yeah, well, I love
you too, baby.

But that thing is horrible!

-Let's hit the road, huh?
-Okay.

You okay?

I'm sorry.

Hm? I didn't mean to
explode at you. I just...

I just...

I detest the whole
social media thing.

And I hate selfies.

That's not it.

It's something else.

Well, what?

There was this guy
at the antique mall.

He came up behind
me and scared me.

What the fuck?

Said he recognized
me, was a fan.

Just wanted a photo with
me, but he... touched me.

God, you know I hate
when strangers touch me.

So, go on.

Well, he took the
photo and just vanished.

I mean, he just disappeared.

Really creeped me out.

You see, Jessie?

That's what I'm talking about.

If you post your entire
life on social media,

I mean, you have to
expect that you're gonna get

some creepy guys following you.

Literally, doing God
know what with your photo.

Oh, Jessie! Oh, my God!

-God, you're such a jerk!
-Ow!

I'm sorry.

You'll be okay.

Where's the entrance to this highway?
It's gotta be around here somewhere.

I can see, it's right there!

-Goddamnit! This
is not the highway!

What? We're going to
be late for our reservation.

You know how funny
these B&B people can get.

And you know what? I don't wanna
get stuck in some cramped room.

Can you call them?

God! You know,
you need to chill.

-Yeah.
-So what if we're late?

They charged my credit
card in advance anyways.

Yeah.

-You're right.
-I know! David, my favorite!

Yeah, uh-huh.

It's a good song.
Oh, hell yeah!

Oh! Got it! It's the tractor
on the yellow road sign!

How are you so good at this?

Okay, my turn. Hmm...

-I'm gonna make this tough.
-Great.

Okay. I spy something red.

Well, it better not be a cop pulling us
over. I'm driving way over the speed limit.

-Oh, it's that barn over there?
-Oh, you are so cold.

Um... Is it your car?

No, but you're getting warmer.

-Here, I'll give you a hint.
-Okay.

Take a peek.

Oh, my God.

-Babe, stop doing that.

Don't be such a grouch.

-Jessie.

What are you doing?
Would you stop doing that?

What?

Oh, fuck! Shit!

- My phone!

-Uh, we're gonna have to pull over.
-Great.

I don't fucking believe this.

How the hell did this get here?

Jessie! What are you doing?

My phone! It's ruined!
God, now what?

Thank God.

Wait, what is that?

-Is that the thing from the antique mall?
-Yeah.

-Well, get it out of my tire!
-I don't want to touch it!

I'll just leave it stuck in
there. I'll put on the spare.

Oh, David? I got a flat a while
back and I used the spare.

-I guess I forgot about getting a new one.
-Okay.

Do you have roadside
coverage? You can use my phone?

No. But if you get
this thing out of my tire,

we can drive to
a service station.

Well, I don't know how far
we can get with a flat tire.

It's fine. Just get it out of my
tire, all right? I hate this area.

Oh, I'm taking it.

What? I want to
know how it got there!

This place is a ghost town.

- Jess, I'm afraid the
axle is gonna break.

Let's just park and
find a place to stay.

Look at this building.

It could be right out of France.

You mean hotel.

- Huh?

This building that you're
drooling over instead of me?

-Yeah?
-Yeah, it's a hotel.

There's a sign. See?

Well, let's get our overnights.

It says use the back entrance.

I guess this place is
called Monroe Manor.

Oh! Pretty and smart.

Well, someone has to be
the brains behind this outfit.

Well then, Einstein,
let's follow the arrows.

I know you're pissed off
but this could be fun, right?

A little adventure,
spontaneous, excitement.

I'd rather be in Saratoga.

-Norman!

-Norman are you home?
-Okay, that's not funny.

- Huh.

-Jeez! Don't do that.

God, this place
gives me the creeps.

Yeah, but I like the
architecture in here.

I'll have to ask about
it and take some

photos before the
partners meeting next week.

Yes, yes!

This building is a gem.

It was constructed in
1898 as the City Hall.

But then the owner's family
purchased it in 1982 and did renovations.

But then...

Plans changed.

Things happened.

But no worries!

I am Salim. Welcome
to Monroe Manor.

Well, hi, Salim. I'm David
Bradley, and this is Jessie.

Now we're broken down
out the front with a flat tire,

no spare, so we
need a place to stay.

Flat and no spare.

Hmm.

Well, bad storm's blowing in
tonight. Town is shutting up early.

You're gonna have to deal
with that tomorrow morning.

Lucky for you, I do have a
vacancy in one of our best suites.

And our chef is serving
dinner until 9 P.M.

Place seems pretty dead.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

There are other
guests here, Jessie.

It's just there have been so many
cancellations due to the bad weather.

And as you can see,
we are short-staffed.

But don't worry about
any of that, all right?

Tonight, you and David
will have me at your service.

So, all I need from
you is, if you could just...

...sign the guest register.

Don't you just swipe
a card or something?

Oh, no.

We do things the old
fashioned way here.

I just need your name, an
address and a phone number,

and just a hundred
dollars, cash only.

-Just to cover the
meal and drinks.

Jeez, I don't even know if I have
200 cash. Baby, do you have any?

-I know you were gonna do some shopping.
-I guess so.

No, I'm so sorry. I mean a
hundred dollars for both of you.

- Oh!

Okay.

- Ah.

- Here you go.

That seals the deal.

Follow me.

Let me show you to your room.

Now, you best stick close to me because
Monroe Manor has many twists and turns.

It's easy to get
lost around here.

It does seem a
little odd in here,

but hey, I love
the architecture!

It's his job. He
just made partner.

Oh, congratulations!
That's great news.

And how about you, Miss Jessie?

Let me guess. You're a model?

Yeah.

Hey, so that's a
relic. Is it original?

I see all the kids are
wearing them these days?

Oh yes, this was a present
from Mr. Monroe himself.

It keeps excellent time.

Well...

Our chariot awaits.

Here we are.

I believe that you'll find your
stay here most rewarding.

-Oh really?
-Mm-hmm.

Aha! Here it is.

Room 409.

Our most romantic suite.

Wow.

Oh yes. It has the most
lovely view of the courthouse.

Oh!

Babe, look at this building.

Jessie, it's a classic.

- Oh, yes, yes, yes,
everything here is vintage.

Oh come on, babe.
Look at the bright side.

You love antiques.

I hope this place
doesn't have black mold.

Mm-hmm.

- Oh, let me have your phone.

I better call Saratoga and let them know
we'll be there by, what? 11 tomorrow?

Yeah, good idea.

We're sorry, all
circuits are busy now.

All circuits are busy? What?

I don't know, maybe
the weather's bad?

Looks like there's
a storm brewing.

Do feel free to stop by the
lobby before you go to dinner.

The restaurant can
be rather difficult to find.

Okay.

Thanks, Salim.

- Babe?

Can you bring me my
shampoo? I forgot it on the table.

Found it!

Um...

It's locked.

No, I left the door unlocked.

What's going on?

Well, I don't know what
to tell you, it's locked.

What's going on?

David, what's going on?
Seriously. Open the door!

Babe, just hold on for a
second. It might be jammed.

David, open the fucking door!

Ow!

This better not be
one of your tricks,

-David Bradley.
-No no! It wasn't me!

You know I hate being
locked in anywhere.

The door was jammed, I told you.

I got your shampoo.

- Hmm?

Oh.

Oh.

- Oh.

Hey, I've got an idea.

How about I shampoo your hair?

- David?
- Hm?

-Could you zip me up?
-Oh.

With pleasure.

-Come on. It's a mistake.

You smell so good.

Hmm, you look stunning tonight.

Just wait till tonight.

-Oh! Cheeky thing.

-Oh. He's cute.

This guy? Leroy Barnes?

He's a lucky guy.

One with me.

-You don't even have service.
-Your camera works.

I'll post it later.

-I bet you will.

Gotta get this chapter done.

Oh, I need coffee.

Fresh coffee.

Oh, I gotta get this
chapter done tonight.

-Oh!

I've been expecting you.

Come. We should get going.

Chef Linda closes the
kitchen promptly at 9 O'clock.

Yeah. You mentioned that.

I imagine this was once
quite a uh, a grand City Hall,

and I guess the Monroe family
was very fortunate to obtain it.

Oh, yes, yes. They're
a very wealthy family.

They did their best
renovations here.

Interesting. Oh,
actually, that reminds me,

today we had a bit of an
incident in the bathroom.

See, the door got jammed,
and uh, well, Jessie got locked in.

Oh. Oh, I'm I'm sorry. I'm...

I'm so sorry.

I will tell Mr. Monroe.

Well, thank you.

Yeah, Jessie normally never locks
the door, so it was a little upsetting.

If you know what I mean.

No worries.

Old doorways and locks,

they tend to act out
when it gets damp.

Oh, it's okay, Salim.
We worked it out.

Hey Salim, wait up.
One.

- I have a question.
- Two.

Three, four, five, six.

Hot date, Salim?

No. Not exactly.

I just have to tend to
another visitor. But please.

Take a seat.

Thank you.

Well...

Chef Linda will be
down in just a moment.

Thank you.

-I think he...

What's with the plastic
watch? It's so annoying!

I know. He's an odd one.

Did I mention how
beautiful you look tonight?

- Good time.

So, this guy continues to tell
me for, like, an hour about how

Frank Lloyd Wright is
the greatest of all time.

I said, " How could you say that if you've
never been to Barcelona to see Galvany?"

Good evening, I'm Chef Linda.

Tonight's menu is prime
rib and baked potato,

and pineapple upside
down cake for dessert.

Oh, um. No, I'm a vegetarian.

David! She just ignored me.

I mean, I have barely
eaten anything today.

I mean, I'm sure she heard you.

It's okay. You won't starve.

Are you saying I'm fat?

You know I have to
look good for my blog.

No, I'm just saying that I'm sure she heard
you and that she'll bring you some food.

So relax, and enjoy
this lovely room.

Mmm, baby.

It looks like you
have another admirer.

God, David, don't be gross.

Well, that's what you get when
you put yourself on social media.

Well, you have a
better suggestions?

Yeah, I could think
of a few things.

Yeah, I'd share wine

-Compliments of the house.
-Ahh! Thank you!

Enjoy.

With my deepest apologies for
being understaffed this evening,

and for that mishap
with the bathroom door.

Eugene Monroe.

Welcome to Monroe Manor.

Yeah, thanks.

We love this place.

Well,

enjoy your stay.

Father Betancourt.

Thanks for taking
care of our little lady.

Not bad.

Ow! Damn!

God, this place sucks.

It's just one night.

Hey,

I can share my steak with you.

-Oh, God. No, no, no.
Just a little steak-ie?

No?
Stop.

- One, two, three.

Three.

One, two, three.

Two, three, four, five.

-Hey, you cheated!
-No, you're a liar!

I saw you cheat! I hate you!

God damn it, Linda!

You forgot to serve dessert.

Wait.

Something's terribly off here.

All the loops are off.

Yummy time.

I am sorry for the delay.

Chef Linda, she always closes
the kitchen promptly at 9 p.m.

Oh, where is the chef?

I want to thank her
for my baked potato.

- Jess!

I'm sorry.

-It has been such great service.
I know, right?

You know what? Fuck it, I'm
not counting calories tonight.

Perhaps I can interest
you in some port.

Would you be
interested in some port?

We have some 1980s
vintage port from Portugal.

Oh! More vintage.

Thank thank thank
you, Salim. This is...

This is delicious.

Thank you.

Have a good night.

Cheers.

Jess, come on.

We'll have more
fun tomorrow, hmm?

How about we, uh,
take some photos, eh?

-Show you fans how
much fun you're having?

The only good thing about
this place is the booze.

You know what?

This tastes pretty good.

Try some.

Come on.

-Hmm.
-Mmm.

Delicious.

Oh. Vintage lights too?

- How charming.
- Now what?

No power?

Oh, come one,
David. It's romantic.

Did you plan this
all for a reason?

Huh? No. No. This sucks.

He must not have
stayed for dessert.

What? Who?

The cowboy and his pony.

God, you're so disgusting.

Hey,

I'm sorry I dragged
you here. I mean...

you deserve better than this.

David, I know I'm
being a bitch, but I just...

you know what look, I'm sorry.

I know you're trying to
make the best of the situation.

That's my girl.

I am sorry to break the mood,

but we have the
elevator running right now.

But I don't know how
long the generator will last,

so I'll have to ask
you to follow me.

Now.

Oh, my God. David!

Hurry.

- The kids! They're dead!
- Hey, hey. What?

- What's wrong?

- Miss. Jessie, please, calm
down. There's nobody here.

My children went to bed
when you were having dinner.

Yeah, Salim's right. There's
no one in there. It's okay.

- Your kids are
here? Isn't it late?

Yes, well, we've lived here...

since my wife passed away.

I'm so sorry.

- Too much port, huh?

No, no. I saw them. I saw them.

- I think she just
needs some sleep.

Yes, we must hurry. We
must hurry. Come, come.

Grab her bag.
Yes, yes.

Go to sleep.

I'm not going to the
prom dressed like a

I hate you!
Watch you mouth, young lady.

No! No!

Oh, um, I'm sorry to
disturb you, sir, but...

We have a problem.

-All the loops are off.
-That's your fault.

I told you just the girl.

But... I thought you said
you wanted both of them.

-Eugene, what about my children?
-It's too late.

You have empowered the demon.

Now, we've got to work fast
before all hell breaks loose.

What have I done?

Jessie?

Gotta get this done.
Gotta get this done.

Gotta get this chapter done.

I need coffee.

I'll see you in hell.

What the fuck? Ahhh, God!

What the fuck? What is this?

Get the fuck

Get the fuck

Jessie!

Jessie.

Fuck.

Jessie!

Oh, my God!

Fuck!

Oh!

Baby, we gotta get outta here.

I'm serious. We have to leave.

Now.

Jessie?

Jessie? I'm serious,
we have to go. Baby?

Fuck.

Baby?

Wake up!

Jess!

All right, I'll be back
in a minute, okay?

-Oh, fuck!

God! Jess!

Okay.

What the hell is going on?

Salim?

Salim!

Salim!

Salim, We got a problem here!

Hey! Your showers are
spitting out black shit, man!

Salim?

What the fuck?

Salim?

Oh, God!

You... you okay?

Fuck.

Salim!

Fuck!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Hey. Hey old man, um,

have you seen Salim around?

Because uh, uh, Linda,
Linda the Chef, um...

I was just in the kitchen and
she was lying on the ground, and...

she she's dead!

You hear what I'm
saying? She's fucking dead!

All right, well...

I don't normally drink
this stuff, but I'm...

I'll be honest with you,

I'm having a bit of a bad night.

I mean, my fiance,
she's all pissed off at me.

There's this... this black goo that
keeps shooting out of the shower.

I mean what the fuck is the deal
with all the black goo around here?

Were you listening when I
told you that the chef is dead?

- I'm listenin'.

Take care of your little lady.

Jesus.

No thanks for your help, buddy.

I guess you stay here long
enough, you become an alcoholic.

-Salim?

Salim, is that you?

Fuck you, Salim. Just fuck you!

Damn! Nothing
in this place works!

David! Salim!

Open the damn door!

Shit.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Soon as I saw it,

I knew she was
something special.

I didn't expect to see you here.

How can I help you?

Who was that? He gave you money?

It was a a tow truck driver that I
I I hired to get rid of the evidence.

-He called me earlier.
-Really? Why did you sell the car?

Well, I thought that if
we were using the owners

to help get my children's
souls back, then we could

Give me the cash.

We've got bigger problems. Look.

- What?

How is this possible? Wait.

Wait. Let me rewind it.

- I locked David and Jessie in
their room. We'll deal with them later.

- Salim?

-He's out.
Salim, is that you?

That's impossible.

Humming?

Find him.

I'm getting Jessie.

- Salim?

Is that you?

- Who are you?

Are you okay?

Come play with us, David.

-Who's that?
-Just me, Rohan.

-Salim's dead son.
And me.

Dev. Don't you wanna
come and play with us?

Emma likes to play too.

David.

Thank God you're here!

David's missing and there's
black shit all over the bathroom.

Now, now, Miss Jessie. This is an
old hotel, we don't get many guests.

That's just rust from old pipes.

Yeah, no, rust is
not black and gross!

Don't be worried, all right? Why
don't you and I look for David.

I have a flashlight. The
halls are dim from the storm.

- Help!
- Wait, did you hear that?

That's David! Come
on we have to go!

- Help me.

Help me.

Help.

She killed us.

- Jessie!

Jess.

Help! Help! Help!

Help!

Jessie!

- Jessie!

Jessie, I really need you!

Help me.

Shit. I don't have
the time for this.

Come on, Salim.

Answer the God damn phone!

Where the fuck are you?

Uh...

Come on.

No. No, no! No,
Thomas, don't do that!

I need coffee.

What is going on?

- Hmm.

- Hmm.

Hmm. All right, take it easy.

- Ah, okay.

Okay.

All right.

You must smell it. It's
magical. It's pachouli.

It's magical.

Oh, hey Salim!

What the fuck is
going on here, man?

You see me covered in this black
goo from your lousy showers? Huh?

Or what about Chef Linda?

She's dead! Up in the
kitchen! Did you know that?

Or what about Thomas?

Thomas, the guy that likes
to hang himself in front of me!

-Hands up, chap.
-Whoa.

I owe you no explanation.

-Okay.
-You signed the guest register.

What the fuck?

Here ya go.

That seals the deal.

No.

You're crazy.

Aren't we all a little insane?

I wanna fix your hair.

Don't touch me!

Where's David?

David! Help!

Help me! Help me!

David?

David?

David? Oh, he's not here!

You won't be seeing
David anymore.

What now? Salim!

Jessie?

Baby. Baby, we...

We gotta get outta
here. Baby. Wake up!

We have to get out
of here. You hear me?

Hey. I love you.

And I know this trip
hasn't gone to plan.

But I promise I'll make
it up to you, okay?

Baby?

Jessie?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?

Jessie, weren't you just

Jess! Fuck!

I'm sorry, Thomas.

You're on your own now.

What the hell are you wearing?

What?

You're not going to the
prom dressed like a tramp?

What? Do you want me to
wear my communion dress?

I'm 18. You don't
own me! I hate you!

Watch your mouth, young lady!
That's not the dress I bought for you!

Take a chill pill, Mom!

Everyone will laugh at
me if I wear that thing!

Well, if you're not
changing, you're not going!

No! No! No! No!

I'm not going to the prom
dressed like an old spinster!

No! Emma! No!

What the fuck is
going on here, Eugene?

Where's Jessie?

And who is this crazy
girl following me?

It's my twin sister, Emma.

Bring him to the Lobby. Please.

Eugene?

I have him here.
Eugene? Where are you?

Eugene?

-Eugene? Eugene?

What the fuck did
you do with Jessie?

I hope that idiot
didn't kill him.

Fuck! You fucking shot me!

What the fuck?

God damn!

Fuck! What the
fuck is your problem?

Eugene?

Good. He's not dead yet.

David, if you ever want
to see Jessie again,

I suggest you drag
yourself over here.

What is this? What's going on?

This is my private space.

You think Betancourt could keep
Emma controlled with just drugs?

He had help...

From me.

Where's Jessie?
I need to see her.

Keep the gun on him, Salim.

He's a strong one.

-Jessie...
-Shut up! This will be over soon enough.

Move! Move!

All right!

What are you doing down here?

-It smells like death.
-None of your business.

Now, tie him up.

No! No! He's bleeding!

Will you shut up?

Don't you understand you're
making things worse for yourself?

That the demon inside of
Emma gets stronger with anger.

It will kill you in a heartbeat
and suck out your soul.

Ah, fuck!

Hey. Jessie!

Fuck man. It's gonna be
okay. I I got it under control.

Ow! Okay.

Oh poor Betancourt.

I'm gonna miss these
excellent powders.

What is your problem, princess?

Don't you want eternal life?

It's simple.

See, I give you to the beast.

And he gives me
back my precious sister.

Now we get out of this hotel
and you get to stay... Forever!

It's not that bad!

It's really not. It's
really not that bad!

What about my children?

What about Rohan and Dev?

I only brought
these two down here

so you could sacrifice
them for my children.

Your children are dead, Salim.

You're a fool, Salim.

This has always been about Emma.

You promised me!

I stayed here and
managed these dead souls!

Relived their lives
over and over again!

I've had to watch my own
children die, day after day!

And now you're telling me there is
no demon, there's just your sister?

You owe me!

-Stop, Eugene!
You can't do this!

Come, Daddy!

We're happy here!

Come play with us forever!

No! You've wasted 30 years!

Emma!

Sweet little Emma.

Forever a child.

Please forgive me.

I love you!

Die!

Jessie. Jessie! You
gotta get outta here, baby!

I'm gonna find help,
okay? It's going to be okay.

Baby

I don't think I'm gonna
make it outta here.

No, it's gonna be
okay. It's gonna be okay.

I love you.

I love you too!
Look, I love you too.

Take my phone, so maybe...

-maybe it will work and you can get help.
-I'm gonna get some help.

You's gonna be okay, right?

I'm gonna get help, okay?
I'll be back as soon as I can.

You're gonna be okay, yeah?

Goodbye, baby.

The number you've reached-
-Oh, you're freakin' useless!

Help!

Where's my car? Shit!

It's going to be okay?

I'll be back soon,
okay? I gotta find help.

Wait! Stop! Please help! Stop!

Thank you. I need your help.

Do you have a phone?
I need to call the police.

I hope you're not one
of those drunk college

students that throws
up in my back seat.

You puke, it's a $100 cash fee.

No, no, no! I'm not drunk.

I need the police! My
boyfriend has just been shot!

Well, I don't have
my phone with me,

but I can take you
to the police station.

You okay?

You look like someone
tried to hurt you.

Please, just take me
to the police station. Go!

Jeez. Just trying to be polite.

Wait. wait. Do you
have to go down there?

Yes.

Where did you get that?

That was in my car! Hey!

Your car?

-What the hell is going on?
-Why?

Wanna take a selfie, Jessie?

Oh, my...

Oh, my God!

Oh! So now you
wanna play hard to get?

This is gonna be fun.

Look at that girl run!

Good thing I got
my runnin' boots on!

I'm coming for you, Jessie!

Asshole!

- David?

David! Where are you?

Where you going, Jessie?

Wanna play hide
and seek, do you?

- David, where are you?

Come out, come
out, wherever you are!

Damnit, Jessie!

Why are you such a bitch?

Go to hell, you son of a bitch.

David!

David?

What are you doing here?

Wait.

-David? David!
I'm up here at the bar!

Oh, my God.

David. I can't
believe I found you!

I love you.

Okay come on, we have to go.

You don't look so good.
Come on, let's sit down.

Let's make a toast, hmm?

To our victory.

Cheers.

What's the matter? Aren't
you going to drink up?

Come on. Up,
up, up, drink, drink!

No! No! I'm not in
the mood for whiskey!

I mean you have no idea what
I've been through since I left for help!

That stalker guy from the
antique store stole my car

and took that creepy
furry thing with him.

I mean, he picked me up in a fake
taxi and is in here trying to hurt me.

Didn't you hear him? He's crazy!

No, I'm sorry. I can't
say that I heard anything.

I've been a little busy myself,
dealing with dead kids tormenting me,

and that dead guy Thomas,
he hangs himself in front of me,

and then I crawl to the
elevator and back to our room.

I'm sorry but
I... oh no no no...

There you are.

And who's this?

I thought you said that your
boyfriend was shot and dying?

Did you lie to me, Jessie?

Or is he one of the dead
bodies in the basement?

Now, now. Be nice.

I was shot, but I'm
feeling much better now.

I think Jessie just over-reacted
when she saw so much blood.

Jessie, Jessie, how many
times do I have to tell you

the dangers of too
much online exposure?

David!

No more exposure
when I'm through with you.

Apologize to her!

Now.

I'm really sorry. I love Jessie.

I think she's so pretty.
And smart and funny.

And she was nice to me
when I was a total creep.

I'm really sorry, it was a
huge misunderstanding.

-I won't do it again.
-Shh. It's okay.

I'm sorry, Jessie.

What's wrong, Jessie?

I thought that you loved me.

I was gonna propose to you.

But when I got back to our room,

the ring was gone.

Any idea where it went?

No, David. I have no clue.

What's wrong with you?

"What's wrong with you?"

Stop, David!

Come here, Jessie.
Come here, Jessie.

Come here, Jessie.

Stay with me.

And we can live. Here!

Forever.

Hmm?

Hmm?

David. I'm so sorry.

David.

David. I'm so sorry...