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Couldn't we have taken

these pictures somewhere else?

Like where?

I don't know, somewhere less disgusting.

Maybe on a day where it's not pouring rain outside.

But don't you just love the aesthetic?

It's so gross.

Come on. Where's your sense of adventure?

Back outside with my sanity.

We shouldn't be here.

I thought you liked breaking the rules.

Holy shit.

Oh, nope. That's my creepy limit.

Don't worry.

I'm sure some teenagers just left it in here as a joke.

Oh, ha-ha. Please put it back.

Or I have an idea.

Don't you think this is just, like,

a little disrespectful?

Just taking pictures.

I mean this is the house where the guy lost his marbles

and murdered his entire family.

And?

That doesn't freak you out?

Not really.

You are such a freak.

What was that?

It was just the house.

What are you doing?

It's juniper.

Can use it to cleanse the house of any malicious spirits.

I want my model freaking out.

You think it works on rodents?

I think I just saw a rat.

Who knows what else is in here?

Okay, I think we got it.

We're done?

We're just beginning.

You wanna?

I don't think it's a good idea.

Come on.

I don't know why I let you talk me into this stuff.

Is anyone there?

We don't mean any harm.

We just wanna talk.

Spirits.

If you're there, give us a sign.

Oh. Sorry, that's me.

Oh shit! There's a tornado warning.

It's like really close. What do we do?

It's okay.

Um, we're gonna find a bathroom. We're gonna take shelter.

We're gonna be fine.

- Okay. Yeah. - Okay.

Did you hear that?

It was, it was just the wind.

I think we need to get out of here.

You're listening to Amityville 103.9.

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Man, yes.

I have been looking forward to this trip.

This is exactly what I need right now.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

It's just a little bit of driving.

Then a lot of relaxing.

Man. Check it out.

All around us,

this is the biggest one in the city, Amityville Cemetery.

Uh, cool.

Once we got our stuff moved in, set everything down,

feed the cat, check out some local sites,

some of the scenes, and then we're throwing a party.

I'm pretty sure your sister said no parties.

Look, once we get closer to the city, I'll find a spot,

I'll help out, get some party snacks.

Speaking of snacks, have you seen my burrito anywhere?

Have I seen your...?

How did you lose a whole-ass burrito?

I don't know man.

Oh. Here it is.

It's still good, right?

How many of those have you eaten?

Uh, burritos? This is my first one.

Bullshit.

I saw you down three fried tacos, two shakes, and a Twinkie.

And?

And I'm just saying there's no mystery

that your stomach keeps hurting.

It's all that shit you keep putting into it.

Are you fucking kidding me?

What? What's wrong man?

I can't concentrate on the road

with you snacking on garbage all day.

Want a bite?

You chew like a farm animal.

Which one?

Moo, moo, moo. Oink, oink, oink.

You're listening to Amityville 103.9, The Pit.

That song was "Second Cities" by Kill Lincoln.

We got more music coming up.

But before we move on,

I wanna talk about a local story that's just breaking.

Now, everyone tuning in

is likely aware of the infamous Amityville Horror House,

the DeFeo Murders and the Lutz family.

Well, last night the house's legacy came to a climactic end

as a record breaking F5 tornado leveled it to the ground.

Thankfully no one was injured- Talk radio.

- Whoa, dude. Hey, whoa, hey. - Hey!

- Turn that up. - What the fuck?

But the cultural impact

that 108 Ocean Avenue has left on Amityville

isn't going anywhere.

Stay tuned, dear viewers,

because up next we have "7675" by Joystick!

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Sounds like a pretty fucking gnarly storm, I guess.

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Trey, you, you alright?

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Man, I know you don't really care,

but what that guy just said on the radio,

the house, the haunting, it's like,

it's like the history of the whole town.

That was like practically my childhood.

Mm-hmm.

Just, you never got to see it, you know?

And you would've loved it.

Yeah, I'm really sure I would, Trey.

Hey, we could still check out the wreckage, right?

Mm. No.

Well at least there's still the Skull Crusher show.

Skull Crusher! Yeah.

You're coming right? You're down?

No, I was never down.

I've got a lot of better things to do. Like nothing.

That's my exact goal for the weekend.

And Skull Crusher gets in the way of that.

I guess I just don't understand why you don't like 'em.

'Cause I like good music, Trey.

Oh.

Uh. Oh.

Dude.

♪ I do it for the cause ♪

♪ I do it for the kicks ♪

♪ It's 8 AM it's time we get this shit all over with ♪

♪ And so we pile in a van, start singing Everclear ♪

♪ We're heading to the yard so we can chug some beers ♪

♪ And then I throw it back ♪

♪ And then I throw it back ♪

♪ I throw an egg to Mickey then I pass it back to Zach ♪

♪ Then I throw it back ♪

♪ But I throw the egg to Alex ♪

♪ And I hope that it will crack ♪

Oh, shit. Brent, hi.

Sorry you had to see that.

Don't be. I was enjoying the show.

I didn't know you moved like that.

Well, just trying to unwind.

What's up?

Well, I just wanted to stop in and say great work today.

- Oh? - Yeah.

I really enjoyed your coverage of yesterday's tornado.

Very informative stuff.

Wow. Thank you so much.

That means a lot coming from you.

I know it does.

That being said,

we need to have a little talk about your sign off.

Shit.

I know I kind of went on a tangent,

but it's just, that tornado was an absolute phenomena.

Not to mention, it decimated a local historic landmark.

- Oh, I'm aware. - Right?

And Chris and Shanta didn't even talk about it.

And for that tornado to touch down on site

and then just vanish?

I, I've never heard of or seen anything like it.

And even on my radar,

the formation goes against everything I know

about hook echoes and velocity couplets.

It's almost as if the DeFeo house itself

was the source of the vortex and.

Dude. Lemme stop you right there.

The viewers don't care about that old haunted house.

It's played out.

In fact, I think the people of this town

are happy to see it gone.

It just felt like it deserved to be mentioned.

Yeah. Well you don't make those decisions now, do you?

You're a meteorologist, not a journalist.

No, you're right. I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

I know it won't.

Well, thank you for stopping by, Brent.

But I should really get going.

Unless there's something else you wanna talk about.

Actually there is.

As you know, Gale Thunder is retiring next month.

I heard.

Right.

And I know you've been eyeing the evening news position.

So let me give you a little advice, June Weathers,

if you see yourself as the evening news meteorologist

at my station, you show up when I tell you to show up,

say what I tell you to say, and stay pretty.

Speaking of, you may wanna lay off the break room donuts.

You're looking a little, uh...

See you tomorrow.

Yes indeed.

Where's the couch?

Dude, I gotta hand it to you,

You did such a great job driving.

And you did a great job farting the whole time.

And I'm not done yet, my friend.

What a sight. It is so good to be back.

It's good to breathe some fresh air.

Oh, come on man.

Trey and Jib bachelor weekend. We're gonna have so much fun.

Not too much fun though, right, Trey? Just relaxing.

Right, Trey?

Or just ignore me. That's cool.

Alright, according to my sister's text, uh,

the key should be in the mailbox.

Cool.

Hey, remember when I said that the key was in the mailbox?

Dude, are you fucking kidding me?

It's gotta be around here somewhere.

Not wanting to sleep in that car again.

It wasn't all so bad. It was kind of cuddly.

Dude, for you. You were the little spoon.

Hold it right there.

Oh, shit. Cop.

What the heck is this guy doing here?

Hey officer, uh, how can we help you out today?

What are you two doing here?

Well, trying to get in, but the door's locked.

I see. And do you live here?

Uh, no.

It's his sister's place and we're allowed to be here.

And what's he doing?

Oh, that's a new kind of yoga.

Helps him poop.

Funny guy.

I'm gonna need to see some identification.

And I'm gonna need you to tone down the dick cop vibe.

What are you, like a year older than us.

Hey! Found it.

Oh see, we're all good here.

Okay. Sorry to bother you.

Oh, by the way,

there's been suspicious activity around here as of late.

If you see anything out of the ordinary, let me know.

Sure.

- For sure. - Stay outta trouble.

You got it, Paul Blart.

It's Officer Lipshits.

I don't like Officer Dipshits, dude. I fucking hate cops.

What was he even doing here?

Dude, I have no idea.

I don't give a rat's hat about that guy.

Sit yourself down but I don't get too comfortable

'cause you and I are going across the street

to the DeFeo house right now.

I did not drive all this way to just get tetanus.

What I need is a nap.

You're not gonna get tetanus over there, dude.

You're gonna get, like,

a bunch of crazy cool unknown treasures.

Where's your sense of adventure?

Who knows what kind of crazy cool things

we can find over there?

Let's go.

What are you even hoping to find?

You're gonna dig through a bunch of scrap lumber

and uncover some relics of the past, like an old mirror?

Dude, yeah.

- Or maybe a dollhouse. - Yes.

Or a shitty broken clock next to a painting of a clown.

Yeah. Let's go.

Spooky toilet, that's what you're after.

Hey, hey, don't belittle my condition, dude.

And exactly.

Dude, there's a world of endless possibilities out there

just waiting for us.

Let's go.

Trey, I absolutely am not going across the street

to look at an abandoned lot with you.

Trey and Jib, paranormal private eyes

on our biggest mission yet:

The DeFeo house.

Look alive, buddy.

That's the thumbnail for this week's episode.

Oh, I'm gonna be a star.

Here we are at the DeFeo house.

And in an amazing stroke of luck, the gate's open.

Huh.

Step right in.

Yeah, just totally ajar.

It's not a jar, it's a gate.

Caught me there.

Here we are at the DeFeo house.

Well, what's left of it.

If only there was some way

I could describe to the listeners

what I'm feeling right now.

It's amazing. It's awe-inspiring.

Kind of fucked up.

That's not the DeFeo house, you nincompoop.

This is the DeFeo house.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Well it was beautiful. Still kind of is.

It's just an empty lot.

It's not just an empty lot.

This plot of land is a piece of American history.

- Is that so? - Absolutely.

The history here goes a lot deeper than most people realize.

Okay, I'll bite.

I'm assuming you're familiar with Ronald DeFeo Jr.

Yeah, mass murderer, famously killed this whole family.

There's like a million movies.

Precisely.

And according to Amityvillepedia,

DeFeo was not the first resident of this house

to lose his mind within its walls.

According to local legend, a man by the name of Salem Poe

erected the structure in 1927

as a wedding gift for his new bride, Delilah.

Erected. Nice.

I'm getting excited about it too, dude.

The wood he used to frame the house

was salvaged from a local asylum

burnt down by one of his patients.

The Poes lived here

for only a short time during construction,

but Salem began to hear whispers

coming within the walls night after night.

Their whispers became louder, turning to screams!

They demanded a sacrifice of a soul.

Salem battled the voices, but they became too much.

Wielding the very hammer he used to construct the home,

Salem bludgeon Delilah to death

offering her soul as a bartering chip to the spirits.

Unfortunately, in doing so,

he fell victim to the malevolent spirit's trap

and cursed himself into a half life.

Salem abandoned the house

and Delilah's body was found by the Ireland family

upon taking over the home's construction.

As for Salem, it's believe that he changed his name,

fled town, and was never heard from again.

Very cool.

This really affects all the things I have to do today.

Can you enjoy nothing?

I'm sorry. It just all sounds really inaccurate.

You know anyone can edit that, right?

Dude, look at the guy who made the page.

He's a top contributor in the whole wiki.

TreyGriffin95? That's you.

Ah, it doesn't matter, man. Look, I grew up here.

I know what I'm talking about.

I'm like your own private personal tour guy.

Oh, thank you for the history lesson.

You're welcome, buddy.

You know I'm just amazed

at how quickly they cleaned up all the debris.

Who knows what kind of cool history

we could have found here.

Hmm.

So it's really interfered with your investigation,

hasn't it, Detective?

Indeed.

I guess some things are just meant to be a mystery.

Huh, $2 bill.

Where are you going?

Trey get outta there, man.

Dude, check it out.

Wow. A whole two bucks.

Try not to spend it all in one place, Trey.

I'm not spending this thing, dude.

This is my lucky day.

What is that?

Dude.

Why don't we just like stop

and think about this for a second.

I thought you didn't even believe in the paranormal.

I don't. I believe in art imitating reality.

And I've seen enough movies to know that fucking with that

is just gonna leave me dead or possessed.

And you're gonna have to be haunted with that

for the rest of your life.

I wouldn't die too?

- No. - Why?

Well, 'cause you're too dumb.

Oh.

Point is, we shouldn't fuck with that.

Even if it's just some trash from an empty lot.

Haunted lot.

Allegedly haunted.

Wait, why you always getting me derailed?

I don't wanna do this.

Spirits, my name's Trey. This is my homie, Jib.

We mean you no harm.

What up, spirits?

Are you in the room with us?

Dude? W-What?

It's working! Dude, dude, dude, dude!

Ah!

Did you feel that?

Unbelievable.

W-was that You?

Of course it was.

So disrespectful.

Uh, yeah.

Super disrespectful to the spirits of the empty lot.

Dude, I was trying to bridge the gap.

What gap?

The gap between the spiritual dimensions.

Oh, oh, ooh.

Oh, shit. You good?

Yeah. Yeah. I'll be fine.

Dude, I told you you shouldn't have had that last burrito.

Nope! It's touching cloth, it's touching cloth.

Change your underwear!

Finally. Peace and quiet.

Another day, another dollar.

You coming?

My shift don't start for five minutes, man.

I'm taking every second.

You a lazy son of a bitch, you know that, Gus?

It takes one to know one, fat-ass.

Ah, fuck face. Hand me my cola.

This shit's gon' kill you.

Aw, I ain't that lucky.

Fuckin' Gus. Fuckin' all his bullshit.

I'm over it.

What the fuck?

It's too early for this shit.

Goddammit, Rooster. What the hell do you need?

Good morning to you too, boss.

Listen, I got 10 dudes coming up

for the Amityville removal job.

Gus and I just got to the site.

There's gotta be some kind of mix up.

Ah, Christ. I'm looking at the work order now.

You should be at the Amityville Horror House on, uh, Ocean.

Ocean Avenue. Yeah, we're here.

What's the problem then?

Load up the wreckage. Haul it out.

That's the thing, boss.

There ain't nothing left.

It's gone. - Ah, fuck it.

You know, you know what?

If you and Gus don't wanna work, I'll hire people who do.

Are you even listening? Hello, Rooster?

♪ Cold hearts and cold shoulders ♪

♪ Guess we're calling it a goth girl summer ♪

♪ Guess we're calling it a goth girl summer ♪

Fucking call me back, asshole.

Oh, Chris, those ducks sure know

how to win a dance battle, don't they?

I'd take a quack at em.

I guess the bill's in the mail.

It's like water off of a duck's back.

Alright, let's take a look at your weekend forecast.

June, how's it looking?

We've got a bit of a gloomy weekend coming up, Chris.

We can expect to see clouds rolling in early this morning

and it looks like they're here to stay.

But before we discuss today's highs and lows,

let's take a look at yet another weather phenomena

that occurred right here in our very own town.

A second tornado in the past 48 hours touched down

and then suddenly vanished on Ocean Avenue.

It begs the question,

what's causing this strange pattern to occur?

Damage was minor but d...

Sorry, so sorry.

Today's high will be in the mid 70s

with a low around 65.

Don't cancel those outdoor weekend plans just yet,

but pack a raincoat just in case.

Chris, Shanta, back to you.

Goddammit.

What?

Fucking couch.

Oh shit.

Trey, you up?

Oh...

Hey, good morning.

Oh, dude.

There's something seriously wrong with your insides.

Yeah, I was, uh, warming up the toilet seat all night.

Okay, whatever man. There's some shit going on outside.

Come check it out.

Look.

Dude, is that dead body?

I think so. Wonder what happened.

Want me to go find out?

Nah, it's a whole-ass crime scene.

I'd rather just stay inside

and watch from the comfort of our...

Dude, check it out. Look.

A man.

Good eye, Jessica Fletcher.

Go ask him if he knows what happened.

Dude, what? No way.

With all the twisted shit you told me about that lot,

all that harbinger of doom over there is gonna say,

"This place is cursed.

You never should have come here."

Why? Why would you even say that?

He looks like a nice guy.

Dude. I don't know.

"Texas Chainsaw Massacre," uh, "Friday the 13th."

"Camp Blood," every horror movie ever.

Come on man. Let's just go back

I'm going in.

Yeah, just right in the middle of my sentence again.

Hey, hey, hey, buddy.

Oh, uh, uh, my friend and I are amateur,

uh, amateur detectives.

Uh, didn't know if you had any idea of, uh,

what's going on across the street over there.

You should not have come here.

What do you mean?

There's a black cloud over Amityville.

This town is cursed.

Uh, okay.

Your soul is doomed. Doomed!

- Did he say the thing? - Yeah.

♪ You gotta want it ♪

♪ Cream Weenie ♪ ♪ You gotta gotta need it ♪

♪ With with a Mega-Huge Cola ♪

♪ And a Squirt Soup ♪ ♪ Cream Weenie ♪

♪ You gotta get the Cream Weenie, ah ♪

I told you to get out my house!

I'm fucking Gale Thunder. Show me some respect.

Cream Weenie though.

No-good pieces of shit.

Oh God. God, please kill my grandsons.

What in the world?

Skull Crusher, baby! Ah!

Showtime.

Cool.

Well you can't blame a fella like me for trying.

I guess not, but I'm happy for you.

You go have fun and I'm gonna stay here

with my beer, the couch, and my phone.

And I'm thinking I'm just gonna watch some videos online.

Maybe watch a movie later. I don't know.

Well, since you'll be preoccupied,

I guess you won't mind if I take these out for a spin.

Nah, man. Whip's all yours.

But leave the fucking windows down

because I still can't get that smell out.

Can't make any promises.

But promise me you won't let the spirits seduce you tonight.

I will try my best.

Skull Crusher. Ow!

♪ This ain't PG-13, honey ♪

♪ There is gonna be blood ♪

♪ So let the dirt do what it does ♪

♪ This is your exit wound on drugs ♪

♪ We ain't peachy keen ♪

♪ Or anything listed above ♪

♪ Just can't go back to what it was ♪

♪ The oh, so great reason, "Because..." ♪

♪ A minor set back, jet pack ♪

♪ Get me outta here ASAP ♪

♪ Make that stat ♪

♪ Immediately I see a much more happier me ♪

I mean it's pretty good for a four-year-old.

I couldn't draw a skull like that when I was.

Excuse me, miss, do you think this shirt would fit me?

Oh, my God. Shut the fuck up.

Trey!

What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm here for the merch. What else?

She's paying.

Uh, he's high.

So are you.

What a treat.

I didn't know I was gonna run into

a hot shot TV personality.

Fuck off.

Dude, I'm serious.

It's like you're almost a local celebrity.

Pretty cool. You're big hot shot.

Oh, my gosh.

Well, it's not as glamorous as it sounds,

but dude, fuck all that.

I'm so stoked to see you, man.

Where's Becks? Is she here?

No, my sister is off

at some like fancy photography exhibit upstate.

I'm just staying at her place to watch the cat and stuff.

So she chose art snobs over motherfucking Skull Crusher?

- She's such a Philistine. - Oh, God. What a sellout.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

She's not the only one, Miss June Weathers.

Yeah. Well, Brittany June Cummings

didn't quite open the same doors.

I wonder why.

"Attention, Amityville.

This is BJ Cummings here with the weather.

There's a golden shower headed your way so bundle up."

I wonder why that didn't work out.

Goddammit. Never change, Trey.

I've tried nothing seems to stick.

How long are you in town for?

Just for the weekend.

My homie drove us here

and he has work on Monday Unfortunately.

That being said, we are throwing a rager

at my sister's place on Saturday.

You should totally come.

Oh, fuck yeah, dude.

- You guys down? Hmm? - Oh yeah.

- Let's all party. - Yeah.

Oh fuck. It's my boss.

One sec. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Brent. What's going

Gale Thunder was found dead

in her home this afternoon.

I'm sorry, did you just say that she's...

Super dead.

It's very sad. Mourn later.

Right now I need you down at the studio.

It's 10:30 at night.

I can tell time, June.

Listen, I shouldn't even be saying this over the phone,

but rumors are spreading like VD.

We got our hands on some reports

regarding several dead bodies

that have been found around town.

They had one thing in common.

They were all suffocated.

Including Gale.

Now nothing is confirmed yet,

but my gut is telling me

that we're dealing with a serial killer.

The story could break any minute

and when it does, it's ours.

All I need from you is to stand there

and fill the air with whatever weather bullshit

you can pull outta your ass to kill time.

Does this sound like something you can do?

Uh, yeah. When do you need me there?

Be here in the next 30 minutes.

Welcome to the big leagues, June.

Baculum, out.

That motherfucker.

What's going on?

Um, uh, apparently our evening news meteorologist

just dropped dead.

Gale Thunder's dead?

Whoa, you don't have to drink your beer so fast.

You're not going right now, huh?

I have to.

We're going on live coverage of a serial killer.

- What? - Dead bodies

are popping up all over Amityville.

I don't know. My gut tells me they're missing something.

Hmm.

What is it?

This morning there was a dead body

across the street from my sister's place.

By the DeFeo lot, right?

Yeah.

God, I got a bad feeling about this.

Well, it was great seeing you, Trey.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Enjoy the show, man. - Yeah.

Hey, you're still coming to the party on Saturday, right?

I hope so.

Me too. Uh, how much for this?

You still try to buy that weed? We,

Uh...

Hey-O!

It's me, Joe Simmons,

and I'm here again

with another one of my stop and walk videos.

You guys always love when I go around and hike the trails

and kind of discuss interesting stuff.

I don't know what it is with it, why you guys like this,

but for some reason you like to see me walk

and pope around and, well, today

I kinda wanna talk about something really strange

that's going on that I've heard people talking about,

which is probably one of

the most ridiculous things I've heard.

And people are legitimately saying that this is real.

People are saying that there's a tornado,

yes, a twister tornado.

It sucks their soul out of their body and then they die.

So they die soulless.

What the fuck is the point of that guys?

That is absolutely ridiculous.

And I know, I know you guys don't like

when I use foul language in my,

you know, stop and talk videos

'cause they're supposed to be, you know, positive.

You guys like to get a bite to eat and.

But this whole tornado thing though,

what a.

So fake.

Oh, flies. Geez.

All the time with the flies.

Hm.

No. Not gonna do that.

I'm above it.

If Trey ever found out,

I'm never gonna hear the end of it.

Trey doesn't need to know.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, spirits. Can you hear me?

Oh, spirits. Should I order a pizza tonight?

Oh, spirits. Will Trey ever get laid?

Didn't think so.

Spirits. Can you hear me?

What the fuck?

What the fuck is up, Amityville?

We're Skull Crusher!

♪ I'm worthless, you're just helpless ♪

♪ Less than you think ♪

♪ Spend most of my time leaving ♪

♪ You think I'm worse than you ♪ ♪ You think I'm worse than you ♪

♪ You're right ♪ ♪ You're right ♪

♪ Goddammit, you're right ♪

♪ With blurred faces and blurred lines ♪

♪ You'll ask me to have patience ♪

♪ But I'll have none ♪

♪ You think you're smarter than me ♪

♪ You think you're smarter than me ♪

♪ You are right ♪

Oh, my God!

What the fuck?

Doomed! Doomed!

Hey man, you got a lighter? I was hopin'...

Man, no, I don't have a lighter.

Hey, come on man.

I dipped on that band too. They fucking suck.

We're out together, yeah? - Dude, I don't have

a lighter, I gotta, look, man, I'm touching cloth.

Dude, you're out here,

I'm out here- I gotta go.

Do you have a fucking dollar or something man.

I can buy one or something, man.

They got lighter stores, you know?

I just want a fucking lighter, dude.

This is fucking, you know, I got this whole.

Look, $2 bill, man.

It's supposed to be good luck.

Man.

That dude looked like he really had to take a shit.

Holy fuck.

I'll give you something

to fucking look at. - Hey, whoa, whoa.

Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me.

Hey, I know you. I've been hanging around here a few days.

You're Officer Shitlips, right?

No, it's Officer Lipshits and get on the ground.

You're coming with me. - Pfft. No.

Get on the ground. You're coming with me.

Come on. - Wait. You know what?

No. You're the one who's trespassing.

I'm gonna call the cops on you.

No, please, please don't do that.

Please, please, please. - We'll see how you like it.

I can't, look, if, if the chief finds out

that I'm doing this again, I'm done.

Okay? I, I'm so sorry.

Please... - Dude,

you've been fucking poking around here

ever since I got into town.

What the hell are you doing here?

Look man, I'm gonna level with you here.

My wife, I'm pretty sure she's cheating on me. Okay?

I've been following her. I know it's a little weird,

but she's been coming in and out of this apartment.

It's been a few times.

And I just need to know if she's here.

That's all I need to know.

Dude, like I told you, I don't even live here.

This is my buddy's sister's place

and we're just crashing here

so we can catch Skull Crusher tonight.

Shit. That band sucks.

I know, right?

Calling all units.

10-67 at Brown and Skid. Backup needed.

Ten-four. I'm on my way.

Okay, listen, I'm gonna give you my phone number

and if you see her anywhere,

please don't hesitate to call, okay?

Yeah, if I see the person I've never seen before, I'll,

I'll just call this number. - Ah, yeah.

I got you. I got you. - Okay.

There you go.

Wait, this, this is your wife?

Yeah.

She's fine as fuck.

- Come on, man. - Alright. Alright.

If I see her, I'll let you know.

Alright. Cool.

Again, I, I'm, I'm really sorry for scaring you.

- Yeah, whatever. - I, uh, yeah,

have a good night, okay?

Hey, um, when you were, when you were spying,

did you, did you see anything,

like, freaky through the window or...?

No. Not at all.

Yeah, no. That makes sense for sure.

Lipshits, where the hell are you?

Chief? What's going on man?

There's been a mass homicide.

Bunch of kids dead at some concert

for a band called Skull Cruncher.

- Skull Crusher. - Who fucking cares?

Get your ass to the station. We have a suspect.

You did it this time, Garfunkel.

80 dead concertgoers, one survivor?

Doesn't look good to me.

What do you think, Lipshits?

I didn't kill nobody.

We're not saying you did.

Why don't you tell us what happened?

Look, I know how this shit goes.

Don't I get a lawyer? A phone call?

A Mega-Huge Cola?

You are not getting a damn thing until you confess.

I'm not saying shit with head pig in the room.

Why don't you get him a cola? I got this.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Better be cold too, bitch.

Alright.

Garfunkel gets what he wants.

Come on. We're not saying you did anything.

I can keep you in here for public intoxication,

but I don't want do that.

Help me help you. What happened?

Fuck. Alright.

I was hanging outside the club like I always do.

Sometimes the bartenders throw me a few bucks

to mop the floors when the show's done.

But the band just fucking sucked.

I couldn't take it.

So I went outside to smoke,

the next thing you know I'm being thrown in cuffs

and then dragged over here.

Is that it?

No, that's not it.

Look, I didn't kill anybody. You gotta believe me.

It's like it came outta nowhere.

What came outta nowhere?

The storm, the twister.

It's like it had a mind of its own.

All of a sudden, I felt cold

then it felt like the life was getting sucked outta my body

and then everything went black.

You expect me to believe

that a tornado came outta nowhere,

sucked the souls out of 80 people except for you.

Why?

I'm telling you, that's what happened.

I didn't kill those people.

If not you, then who did?

I just told you. The storm.

Alright, Garfunkel.

You're gonna need a lot more luck to get outta this one.

Look, look, wait.

There was a guy.

Who?

I don't know who he was but he gave me this.

I never seen him before,

but it looked like he really had to take a shit.

Dude. You scared the outta me.

Trey, you're so sweaty.

It smells like you shit your pants.

Oh, you have no idea. Ow.

Wait, hold up for a second, man.

There's something you're gonna want to.

Oh. Dude.

Okay. Wait, Trey.

Hold up.

Trey, open up.

Something happened tonight while you were gone.

I think you were right about the spirit board.

I think something, someone, reached out.

Someone breached the gap from the other side.

Show me.

He talk?

He did.

Well?

He claims that a sentient tornado came

and killed everybody on site.

Bunch of bullshit. Book him.

Hold on Chief. Look at the guy.

Where's my cola, bitch?

Do you really think that that guy

could take out 80 people?

Just doesn't make sense.

Fair point.

But we you let him go, I don't want the families

of 80 dead Skull Cruncher fans banging our doors down.

Media's gonna have a frenzy when to get a hold of this story.

Then our skulls are gonna be the ones that's crunched.

Alright, nice.

Look, chief, I need to go with my gut on this.

He's innocent.

Well, if not him, who?

I need a name.

I'm following a lead on a guy that was there.

Maybe he can corroborate Garfunkel's story.

Goddammit, Lipshits, you're a loose cannon.

You better get this done. You have 24 hours.

Thank you, Chief.

And Lipshits. Get a haircut.

I will.

Right after I call the guy

who's gonna save this goddamn town.

And then that's when I heard Lipshits outside.

But I'm telling you, the damn thing moved on its own.

You're sure?

Look me in the eyes.

Does it look like I'm messing with you right now?

I don't know.

Do something different with your eyebrows.

I can't tell. Change your face up.

Alright. I believe you.

Okay.

I told you we shouldn't have messed

with that spirit board in the first place.

Spirit Board or not,

that doesn't explain why that creepy cop Officer Lipshits

was snooping around my sister's apartment.

We need to figure out what is going.

No! We don't have to figure out anything.

I'm not a fucking detective man.

I came here to just relax and have a solitary peace, and...

Dude, there's been some like bad juju

or something following us the whole time we've been here.

Yeah.

And I feel like it's just gonna keep getting worse.

You went to that stupid show,

we saw the empty lot, and we did what we came here to do.

And, uh, I'm just trying to get the fuck outta here.

We can't get outta here yet. What about the party?

No man. No party.

No party?

No.

You know, you're right. You're right.

Yeah? For real?

Yeah, I mean it's like you said,

a lot of crazy stuff has been going on.

Might as well quit while we're ahead. Cut our losses.

We'll put on a cool movie, just relax,

you can get me a beer, and then tomorrow morning, uh,

you know, we'll get a head start.

We can get the heck outta here.

That sounds perfect.

Just relax man. Everything is gonna be just fine.

This week on "Deep in the Bush."

It's lucky I've been finding

all this bear everywhere though

because I haven't found a bear.

Miss, miss Weathers? They're ready for you.

We're going live in two minutes.

Shit. What time is it?

Oh, hell yeah.

Weathers, get your to the...

Jesus. You look like shit.

Yeah, well this is the June weathers you get

when I have to sleep at the office

because of the late-night emergency broadcast

that went nowhere.

Whatever. Clean yourself up.

We got ourselves a story.

Ugh.

No fucking way. Oh my God.

No. No!

N- n-n-n-no.

Try new Mega-Huge Cola Salt Water.

It's so big!

Dude, just pick a channel.

Chiclets, who even eats them?

Cream Weenie!

What the fuck?

Good morning. And thank you for tuning into Cox 69 News.

I'm Shanta Steele.

And I'm Chris Callaway.

We're here with breaking news out of Amityville.

Last night, 80 punk rock fans of the band Skull Crusher

got together for a live event.

Little did they know it would be their last.

Everyone who attended the event

has been declared deceased.

Holy shit.

- Huh? - The scene

is still under investigation

though local police are concerned

this may be the mark of a serial killer.

Early autopsy reports

have shown victims share a cause of death.

Suffocation.

Police Chief Cunningham has this to say,

We have a suspect in custody,

but we are not ruling anyone out.

If you have information

regarding these attacks, come forward.

Dude, we could have died.

This is the sixth incident

in a mysterious string of deaths over the last 48 hours.

Some of the deceased include:

Internet sensation Joe Simmons

and our very own Gale Thunder.

Dude, something's not right.

In possible related news,

two local women have been reported missing.

Rebecca Griffin and Jessy Lipshits were scheduled to.

Dude. That's Lipshits' wife.

That's my sister!

If you have any information on their whereabouts,

please contact local authorities.

Okay. Becca, pick up the phone.

Everything's gonna be fine.

And on a lighter note, let's talk about sunshine.

Good morning, Amityville.

Today's for.

Pick up the phone. Come on.

Becca, I know you're there.

Come on. Come on.

Hey, you reached Becca Griffin.

Leave me a- Dude, she's,

she's not picking up.

Lemme make a call.

This doesn't sound like her at all.

Hey, you've reached Becca Griffin.

It, it does sound like her,

but it's just 'cause it's her voicemail.

Hello?

Is this Dicklips?

What do you want?

Have you seen the news?

What news?

It's your wife.

She was with my buddy's sister

and they're both missing.

Officer, there's some crazy stuff going on right now.

Man, we were messing with a spirit board.

Hold on.

I have serious anal leakage.

- Slow down, slow down. - My favorite band is dead.

And now my sister and your wife are missing.

I have no idea what's going on.

Okay. Alright, alright, I get it.

Just let me think for one second.

What did you say about a spirit board?

We found a spirit board

across the street from my sister's place.

It was, it was at the DeFeo house.

Well, I think you guys in over your heads.

But I know someone who can help.

Tell us where to go.

127 Cliff Avenue.

Bring the spirit board.

We're on our way.

I'm sorry.

You can do this.

My job comes with a responsibility

that I do not take lightly.

A responsibility to report the weather

using data and facts to keep you, my community, safe.

The director of this news station, Brent Baculum,

wants me to smile, look pretty,

and say what I'm told to say.

Even if that means ignoring my gut

and lying to the good people of this town.

But I won't do that. Not anymore.

So here's the fucking truth.

There is a supernatural tornado

killing the people of Amityville.

I don't know what it wants or why it's here.

A beer for you, sir.

But I believe this all started

with the destruction of the DeFeo house.

I'm sure to some of you, I sound absolutely crazy.

But if you've lived your entire life

in Amityville like I have, you know nothing's impossible.

Our town has a dark history,

and unless we accept our reality,

we will all meet the same fate

as those whose lives have already been claimed.

This tornado has attacked our neighbors,

our family, our friends.

Maybe if I'd spoken up sooner, they'd still be here.

That's on me.

But I'm speaking up now.

This twister is violent and deadly

on a scale unlike anything I've ever seen before.

Cut the, cut the feed. What is she doing?

What? Shh.

Cut the fucking feed!

If you can get out, leave.

If you have a shelter, use it.

Because there's one thing I know for sure

we haven't seen the last of it.

Chris, Shanta back to you.

What the fuck was that? Keep the cameras rolling!

Sit your ass down.

Where do you think you're going?

You're fired, you're fired!

Dude, are you sure this is the place?

This is the address that Dipshits gave us.

Dude, are you alright?

I'll be good. Let's...

Dude, I knew it. Never trust a fucking cop.

Just get outta here.

Were you followed?

Why would we be followed?

Do you have it?

Is he okay?

I'll be fine. It's going back up.

Just get inside.

Wow, this place is a dump.

Have some respect.

Boys, I'd like you to meet.

Detective Alexandra O'Harahan.

You know this fucking guy?

Of course.

He's one of the top paranormal investigators of all time.

Pleased to meet you, detective, sir.

Just O'Harahan.

O'Harahan.

Oh! Good Lord.

Yeah, you don't get used to that.

Oh!

Detective, sir, you mind if I use your, uh...

Okay. Well.

I, uh, brought the spirit board, as requested,

and, uh, my friend here

has been having some stomach issues

and that smell really travels, so,

I'm just gonna...

You used the board.

Excuse me?

You felt something, didn't you, boy?

Look, I don't know what your whole shtick is, detective,

but I'm not into all this paranormal bullshit.

You can save it.

Then why are you here?

I'm here for my friend.

His sister's missing and Dicklips says that you can help.

So you tell me, detective, why am I here?

Are you scared, boy?

What? No.

Well, you should be!

Do you know what's out there right now?!

Ever been in the eye of a storm? Well, you are now.

The tornado.

You believe it's real?

Aye. It's real.

The soul-sucking tornado?

How do you know about it?

Just watching some streamer talk about it.

Figured he was lying.

Afraid not. If we're to believe the rumors.

There's a sentient tornado on a rampage in Amityville.

It's taking victims across the city

with increasing incidence daily.

The biggest of which happened last night on Skid Street

at the Skull Crusher Show.

It looked like he really had to take a shit.

Hey.

You were there.

Where?

Last night you encountered a man outside of the club.

You gave him this.

I need you to tell me everything you saw.

Uh, I didn't see anything.

Really.

Uh, I was late to the show.

Parking was so bad.

Everyone was seeing Skull Crusher.

It's the best band of our generation.

Uh, I saw their first song "Crushing Skulls."

Then I had to, I had to leave

'cause of my, 'cause my condition.

My diarrhea.

Shit. He needs Pepto.

Look at me, boy! Look at me!

This is no mere diarrhea you're suffering from.

Oh, I was afraid of that.

I didn't want to admit it to myself at first,

but I think I have Ebola.

What you have is far worse.

He has the curse of the scourged.

I've seen this once before.

You haven't much time.

Detective, am I gonna die?

If we don't find a way to stop the storm,

we'll all be dead soon enough.

Fuck.

This curse, what else do you know?

Can we save them?

It's an ancient curse.

The scourge are blood relatives

of those who have awakened the damned.

Your sister, she's one of the missing girls?

Unless we can put the soul of that which is awoken to rest,

I'm afraid his fate is out of our hands.

Father, please. Tell us what to do.

We need your help.

Bring me the bill.

What the fuck was that?

You think you're funny, June Weathers?

You think you can make a fool out of Brent Baculum

and get away with it?

Well, you can kiss the evening news goodbye.

Brent, I quit.

You bitch!

Fine. I don't need you.

You'll never work in this fucking town again. I made you!

You're nothing without me. I made you!

We're all gonna die. Ah!

Get back to work.

You're fired. You're all fucking fired!

Oh, what's wrong, Brent?

Oh, don't frown.

Remember, stay pretty.

- I, I love you. - Ugh.

She loves you too, Brent. She has to.

Killer tornado? Fucking ridiculous.

What the fuck?

Touche, June Weathers.

The bill. It belonged to a girl.

She had hair the color of a glowing ember.

That's Jessy.

She was scared.

It fell out of her pocket and was left behind.

It was found by a scourged soul.

The scourge passed it to a man pure of heart.

- Garfunkel? - Aye.

What is it?

W- what do you see?

Two women.

One is the girl of ember hair,

the other fair skin, hair black as night.

That's her. That's Becca.

That's my s.

That-that, that's my sister.

Wait, I know this room.

There is a third. She hides in the shadows.

It has them.

You're too late.

Father! Wake up!

Father, please!

Father!

It's killing them! Hurry!

Father!

I can't hold on much longer!

For he is the minister of God to thee for good!

But if thou do that which is evil

be afraid, for he beareth not the sword in vain;

For he is the minister of God,

An avenger to execute wrath upon him that doeth evil!

Be gone!

Oh, no. Father.

Okay.

Boy, stay with me. Stay with me, boy.

Fuck.

Oh.

I thought we lost you.

What the shit was that?

The storm.

Aye.

Detective, what did you see

when you touched the board?

Is my sister, is she okay?

Jessy?

I'm afraid their souls belong to the storm now.

No.

It won't long before it regains its strength

and comes back for ours as well.

The spirit board. It's gone.

She has it now.

What does that even mean?

It means it's over.

So that's it, huh?

We're just gonna let this thing go?

Father!

I'm sorry, boys.

No. We can't stop now.

Father, you can, you can do something.

And what would you have me do? Hmm?

The storm feeds on souls.

But the living fight back.

With that spirit board in the storm's possession,

it can summon the souls of the dead.

Amityville Cemetery.

Biggest in the city.

In two days time, that storm will have amassed

an army of souls generations old

giving it strength enough to wipe out all of Amityville,

maybe even the world.

Well, how do we destroy it?

Did you not hear a word I just said?

We're outnumbered, boy!

Checkmate. End of story.

Goodbye.

Take two drops every hour. This will stave off the curse.

Good luck.

What the fuck are we supposed to do now?

Dude, let's just get outta here.

No. Dude, we gotta fight back.

Bro, what? It's a tornado.

A tornado that has my sister and his wife.

We gotta do something. We have no choice.

Yes you do.

You heard Detective A-Hole back there.

It's a fucking suicide mission.

I'm gonna die either way.

I'm not just gonna sit around here and do nothing.

He's right. We need a plan.

Look, why don't you just shut the up?

You know you talk a lot of shit

for someone with nothing on the line.

And you talk a lot of shit

for a bitch-ass cop who's getting cucked by his wife.

Fuck you! Piece of shit!

Fucking cop!

Guys, guys, guys. Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, come on. Hey, hey, hey.

What's happening?

Are you okay?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Trey, come on. Let's just go.

There's nothing we can do.

You ready?

Fine!

If you want to stay in this shit-hole town

and get your soul sucked out, go ahead.

Who needs you?

I'm fine on my own.

We're gonna figure this out.

Just drive.

♪ I am running out of air ♪

♪ Trying to keep my pace with you ♪

♪ Holding words you left for me ♪

♪ I am losing what I thought ♪

♪ Would be the best I can be ♪

♪ Living up to fantasy ♪

♪ I don't want to stay alone ♪

♪ I don't want another debt that needs repaying ♪

♪ I don't want to live a lie ♪

♪ I want some time to be proud ♪

♪ I want happiness but ♪

♪ I am running out of time ♪

♪ Trying to keep my faith that you ♪

♪ Believin' what you said to me ♪

You're listening to Amityville 103.9, The Pit,

a.k.a., your mom.

Oh, it's me, Jon Boner.

Tune in for the best songs all day long.

You're really putting 'em back.

Everything good?

Peachy. Is it always this dead in here?

Oh, you didn't hear?

There's been some kind of new freak weather phenomena

and everybody's left town.

Right. I heard.

Another round?

Uh, yeah. Lemme just, uh, double check here.

Uh, say Lloyd, seems I'm temporarily light.

Uh, how's my credit in this joint anyway?

What!?

The, "The Shining?" You haven't...?

Uh?

You don't know "The Shining"?

Can you not pay for these?

He's on my tab.

Guardian angel.

Pleasure to see you.

Good to see you, Caleb.

And for you.

You know, to really watch "The Shining."

It's a fucking classic.

Alright, grab a slice.

I'm not hungry.

Thirsty.

Nah.

You've lost a lot of fluid over the last couple days.

You're dehydrated.

Your body's working on overdrive just to keep going.

You're gonna need your strength

if we're gonna beat this thing.

Whatever that means.

How does a cop know all this medical stuff anyway?

Jessy's a nurse.

Was.

Sounds like a smart lady.

Way too smart for me, that's for sure.

Listen, officer, uh, Jib was telling me the reason why

you were snooping around the apartment earlier

and back there at O'Harahan's place, between you and him.

Things just got way outta line.

And that's, that's not usually how he acts.

It's not like him at all.

And for what it's worth, my sister, I know her pretty well.

She's not the type to go fooling around

with a married woman.

I, I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it,

but it doesn't matter.

None of that matters right now.

Jessy, your sister...

Becca.

Becca. They're what matter right now.

And I'm gonna make sure that we put their souls to rest.

I promise.

Thank you.

You know, uh, everything going on,

I don't even know your first name.

I've just been calling you Lipshits.

- Richard. - Trey.

Nice to meet you, Trey.

Dick Lipshits.

It's amazing.

Fucked up, Right?

Who would do that to their kid?

If we're gonna do this, we're gonna need backup.

Who do you have in mind?

Lipshits, it's about damn time.

What's the update on your perp?

I found him, but he's not our guy.

Just as I thought.

I'll have Randall and Cheeks

process Garfunkel's paperwork immediately.

That son of a bitch is gonna rot.

That's not what I'm saying.

Chief, Garfunkel wasn't lying.

Please tell me you're not saying

what I think you're saying.

The storm is real.

Chief, if, if we don't stop it now, we're gonna.

Lipshits. I'm not doing this over the phone.

Get your ass back to the station.

Now.

No.

No?

It's our duty

to protect and serve the people of this town.

And I'm not just gonna hide in a hole

when they need us the most.

You know what, Lipshits?

You wanna go gallivanting around town on a wild goose chase,

be my guest.

I lay the case of a lifetime on your lap

and this is how you repay me?

I'm done with you.

This isn't about the case anymore.

It's about saving Amityville.

And how are you going to do that, exactly?

I expect to see your gun and your badge

on my desk first thing tomorrow morning.

Goddammit, Lipshits.

Randall? Cheeks?

Randall.

Cheeks!?

What the fuck?

Don't be scared, little Pig.

Breathe.

One simple breath.

And all your pain and fear will fade

like a dream in the dark.

Ah!

Damn it. How?

Need a wider glass.

You're a master. I'll give you that.

Plenty of practice.

Another round?

You're a glutton for punishment, aren't you?

It's a lifestyle.

So, O'Harahan, not gonna lie.

My curiosity is getting the better of me

and I just gotta ask,

how do you and Officer Shitlips know each other?

I mean, I'm not trying to be rude,

just, like, a cop and a paranormal detective

just doesn't really seem

like you'd associate with each other.

Fuck!

I've known Richard for many years.

He was an altar boy

during my time as a priest at Our Lady of Sorrows.

Okay, so you were a priest. He was an altar boy.

I guess that explains the connection.

Well, there you have it.

So, first you were a priest and then paranormal detective.

That's, that's quite a life, O'Harahan.

Who gives a shit?

It's just you seem a bit young.

Do I?

You do.

Hmm. Good genes.

There's another thing.

It's just been stuck in my brain

ever since we left your office.

It's, I can't shake it, it's...

Go on then. Spit it out.

I know this room.

That's what you said when you touched the spirit board.

Perhaps I was mistaken.

Maybe.

Maybe you've been in the to DeFeo house before.

Gimme the strongest thing you got.

Well, I'd best be on my way.

Leave town while you still can.

What did you see?

You said there was a third in the room and you knew her.

Choose your next words carefully.

I just need to know what they're getting themselves into.

Please.

There's nothing your friend can do to stop the storm.

But you can. I felt it.

When my soul was being ripped from my body, you stopped it.

There's gotta be something you can do.

The tornado is out there right now

gaining strength as we speak.

By the time it reaches the cemetery, it'll be too late.

Even if I could fight it. We have no idea where it is.

I do.

And who the fuck are you?

I'm June fucking Weathers, bitch. Who the hell are you?

Detective Alexander O'Harahan.

You're the a meteorologist. I've seen you on TV.

Yeah. You're god right you have.

Meteorologist?

What do you know about the storm?

Hey, do you mind if I could borrow some paper and a pen.

Now, after every attack,

there's been a small storm cell popping up

just east of Lutz Memorial Park.

Now it's undetectable to the naked eye,

but on my radar, I've seen it appearing on and off

for the past three days.

Trust me, it's there.

Where do you think the storm's headed?

Amityville Cemetery.

Cemetery. Why?

It's after Souls.

This fucking town.

Okay, let's say that's true.

And we know the storm starts around here, so that means

it's going to have to head west in a straight line

to reach the cemetery.

In that case, the best place to cut it off

is going to be right here.

At the lake.

Exactly.

Hey, detective-man, you okay?

I can cleanse it.

Do you trust me?

Not even at all.

I've literally just met you.

Absolutely.

Well, if it's really the end of the world

and in the spirit of fuck it, what's your plan?

Well, what did he say?

We're on our own. Fuck!

Maybe not.

Answer it.

Hello? Jib?

Trey, where are you?

I, I'm with Lipshits at his house.

Where are you?

- I'm at a bar. - He's at a bar.

Cut to it, boy. There's no time to waste.

There's no time to waste.

I hear him.

Is that O'Harahan?

Trey, yes. Who else sounds like that?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, he showed up and we met some badass from TV who's got...

But none of that matters right now.

Uh, O'Harahan, he's got a plan,

like, we can actually FUCKING end this.

Trey, you there?

Dude, you didn't leave town.

Did you hear what I said, Trey?

We can actually end this thing.

Right. Uh, w-what do we need to do?

Uh, O'Harahan's gotta stop by Mystic Eye

to pick up some supplies,

but we'll explain everything when we see you.

Tomorrow morning, Lutz Memorial Park.

We'll be there.

Okay, great. We're headed out now.

And Trey, um, listen, uh,

we're gonna make things right

for Becca, for Jessy.

I know.

Hey Jib, thanks and be safe.

You too, Dicklips.

Meet you there.

Let's end this.

O'Harahan, you never answered my question.

Who did you see?

All shall be revealed in due time.

Can you guys cut the cryptic bullshit?

We have a fucking city to save.

So, uh, you guys listen to rap music?

Jesus Christ, dude.

♪ If I was here without my friends, it'd be another suck ♪

♪ My family too came through so it'd be another suck ♪

♪ And sometimes it's with family and sometimes it's a suck ♪

♪ And in the end, without my friends it'd be another suck ♪

♪ Suck, suck, suck ♪ ♪ Suck, suck, suck ♪

♪ It'd be another ♪

♪ Suck, suck, suck ♪ ♪ Suck, suck, suck ♪

♪ It'd be another ♪

♪ Suck ♪ ♪ Suck ♪

Something's not right.

It's getting late. Are they coming?

Have faith. They'll be here.

- The curse? - I'm fine. I'm fine.

Holy O'Harahan.

- Trey! - June!

Hey.

Oh, shit, dude. I thought you were dead.

No, no.

Trey, you know June Weathers?

Yeah, uh, we're old friends.

June meet Dick. - Richard is fine.

Oh, it's nice to meet you Dick.

God, I heard about the Skull Crusher show.

They said everyone who was there was killed.

How'd you survive?

I had the curse of the squirts.

Curse of the scourge, you twit.

It's good to see you, Father.

You too, my boy.

Still friends?

Yeah.

So Miss Weathers,

how are you here with O'Harahan?

It's a long story.

I went to clear my head at the old brewery on Misery Road

and I overheard the detective

and his boy sidekick here discussing a tornado.

Boy sidekick?

Learned we were chasing the same storm.

So thought I'd help.

Done more than helping Miss Weathers.

Yeah. No shit.

Without June here, we wouldn't have a plan.

Well, we're glad you're here. All of you.

Don't get cocky, Lipshits.

Whoa, wait. Lipshits?

Like Jessy Lipshits?

I'm her husband. Did you know her?

She was a friend of a friend.

But the reports of Jessy and Becca, are they?

They were in the DeFeo house when the first tornado hit.

They're gone.

But they are not lost.

Boy sidekick. The bag.

Holy water.

One for each team.

Precisely.

Richard and June will take the west bank.

You boys will take the east.

I will intercept the storm from the north.

On my signal, pour the holy water into the lake.

I will take care of the rest.

If we succeed, the curse will be lifted

and every soul stolen by the storm will be put to rest.

If we fail- We won't.

Aye.

O'Harahan, what made you change your mind?

Your friends.

I'm afraid I wasn't completely forthcoming with you all

about what I experienced at Mystic Eye.

I know I may look it, but I'm not a young man.

I've spent many years aware of the evil in this town,

and I'm sad to say, played my part in its history.

When the first tornado destroyed the DeFeo house,

a spirit latched itself onto the storm.

I believe that spirit belongs to my beloved wife.

Are you fucking telling us that you're

Salem Poe!

The Amityville legend's real?

Unbelievable.

It was long ago.

I had just taken a bride, Delilah.

She was beautiful.

I wanted to give her the world.

The year was 1924.

Delilah and I were expecting our first child,

and so I built us a home.

Wait a second. What about the haunted wood?

- Yeah, the haunted wood? - The insane asylum.

May I continue?

Fuck me.

We welcomed Henry to the world.

We watched him grow.

And we were happy for a time.

But there was horror to come.

A great storm ravaged Amityville.

It claimed Henry's life.

In my grief, I turned to God.

Delilah chose a darker path.

She sought revenge against the Lord,

turning to satanic rituals.

I tried to stop her,

but there was a struggle.

In the end, Delilah was dead

and I was responsible.

I entombed her in the house and fled.

Tormented by my sin, I awaited death

only to find the ritual had left me cursed, immortal.

Seeking penance, I took the cloth,

and with it, a new name.

O'Harahan.

I soon learned Delilah's ritual also left me with a gift.

By the touch of my hand, I could see an object's past,

feel a man's pain.

I remained with the church for a time,

but my gift became too much to bear.

I turned to the drink.

As the years slipped away, so did my mind.

I forgot the life of Salem, Poe, and Delilah entirely.

Until...

Wait. I know this room.

Father!

This is mind-blowing and all,

but she's fucking here.

My God. Delilah!

Ah!

Ah, fuck!

This is it! We have one chance.

On my signal, pour your holy water into the lake.

What's the signal?

Just fucking run.

Trey!

Come on man. We gotta keep moving.

I can't. I can't.

Yes you can.

I feel, I feel the other side.

It's the end of the road for me, pal.

No. Fuck that!

Take this, dude.

What, what? What are you...?

You just need more time.

And that's what I'm gonna give you.

Jib!

Dick? Where are we going?

Just a little further.

We're almost there. Just keep pushing.

I can't see shit!

This wasn't in my forecast.

Nice.

Not good.

Ah, uh...

Goddammit.

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy Name...

Hey, ghost lady!

Oh, the boy. I remember you.

Put the spinny boy down!

Look, I know you're pissed off.

I get it.

O'Harahan's a total dick for murdering you

but you don't have to do this.

You want the board?

Come take it.

Oh, fuck me.

Your faith is weak, Salem.

Who will save you now?

Delilah, this is not you.

This is not you.

O water, creature of God,

I exorcise you in the name of God, the Father Almighty,

in the name of Jesus Christ, His Son our Lord,

and in the power of the Holy Spirit.

I exorcise you so that you may put to flight

the power of the enemy

and be able to root out and supplant that enemy

with all of his apostate angels,

through the power of our Lord Jesus Christ,

who will come to judge the living and the dead

and the world by fire.

Fuck you, Amityvillenado!

Ah!

Good job, guys.

Jib, Jib!

Jib, come on, man.

Jib. Jib.

Oh, no, this can't be.

Somebody, oh, Jib.

My best friend, come on, man.

After all we've been through, dude.

We've come all this way. Come on, dude.

Jib, man. Come on.

Dude? Jib.

You're a lucky fool.

Here.

Did we win?

Yeah. Yeah. Dude, we won.

- That's tight. - Yeah.

Father, we did it. It's over.

Aye.

Am I dying or did he just...?

We saw it too, dude.

Fucking Amityville.

Be at peace.

Well, what do we do now?

I think there's only one thing left.

♪ I stormed the scene in a limousine, left in an ambulance ♪

♪ I was sittin' pretty till I prayed to the city ♪

♪ And I never stood a chance ♪

♪ Held as tight as I could stand ♪

♪ Until I had an itch ♪

♪ Travelin' time ♪ ♪ Travelin' time ♪

♪ Travelin' time ♪ ♪ Travelin' time ♪

♪ Travelin' time ♪ ♪ Travelin' time ♪

Okay. So the power really comes from your leg.

Follow through straight wrist.

See that, the twisting motion?

Ah. - Oh, okay.

Some of the, some of the best fighters are just doing this

until their head pops off.

I like that technique.

So if you are ever a robot, that'll work.

But while you're human.

Caleb, you made it!

Hey, yo, what's up?

Hey, check this out. "I'm Johnny."

Oh. Oh, that's, that's good.

That's very good. Very convincing.

Better not stiff me again,

'cause I'll fucking kill you.

You guys haven't seen "The Shining"?

So, uh, Richard, uh, after all this, what's next for you?

Well, the storm took a lot of lives over at APD

and my termination was never official.

So Commissioner Rosenberg

gave me a full-time position as a detective.

Dude, that's what's up.

Yeah!

Thank you. But I turned it down.

What?

I mean, Amityville needs someone

to protect them from the threats unknown.

And Mystic Eye needs a new detective.

Hell yeah, detective man.

Paranormal Detective Dick Lipshits.

Rolls right off the tongue, man.

And what about you?

I mean, meteorologist goes head-to-head

with a deadly tornado.

It's pretty badass. What's next for you?

Been asking myself the same question, man.

I don't know.

I'm tired of being in the station

working under literal dicks.

And I mean, being out there

amongst the chaos was a fucking rush.

I never really considered it,

but being out in the field sounds pretty rad.

Yeah.

June Weathers. Storm chaser.

Oh yeah!

That actually rolls off the tongue.

Yeah, it does.

Dude, Storm Chasers would be a pretty good band name.

Smelling what I'm stepping in?

We become the band. Storm Chasers is the name.

Ooh, that's a terrible idea. Terrible name.

No, just messing with you. Just a little joke.

Stick me on vocals!

Vocals, yeah.

Trey, you don't even play an instrument.

I don't need to play an instrument, dude. I'm a hype man.

Storm Chasers! Ow!

Jib on guitar. - I don't know.

- June on vocals. - Mm-mm.

Lipshits on drums.

Let's do it, dude.

What? You're just gonna learn how to play the drums now?

Fuckin' A.

I know you have lives to get back to

and you've only been here for the weekend,

but you're doing pretty well here.

You stick around?

You know, Becca always wanted me to move closer to home.

Maybe we will.

To Becca and Jessy.

To O'Harahan.

♪ The days were so much better spent ♪

♪ Waiting to see some discontent, yeah ♪

Hey, Dick. Let's give these two a minute.

What a fucking weekend.

Yeah.

Sorry, I, I gotta say something. I.

You don't have to say anything, dude. It's fine.

No, no, I do.

It's, this trip was just so important to you

and I fucking ruined it.

Like the Skull Crusher show, the DeFeo house.

Even, even when we found out about Becca.

I acted like a selfish prick

and I should have been a better friend.

I'm sorry.

Dude, you're the best friend I ever had.

Okay, okay. Enough of that.

I gotta go save June and Dick

from the harbinger of doom over there.

- Boo! Boo! - Yeah, yeah.

I'll be there in sec.

♪ Fortune teller told me ♪

♪ Things are looking pretty grim for me ♪

♪ Had a million chances to find out where I'm supposed to be ♪

♪ Kept on pushing my luck and now it's catching up to me ♪

♪ But I guess that it comes for all of us eventually ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Feels like I'm the walking dead ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ With all these ghosts up in my head ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ And if I'm never coming back ♪

♪ Would you just bury me in black ♪

♪ Spelled out my name on your Ouija board ♪

♪ Heard my heart beating through your floor ♪

♪ I guess it's time that I make amends ♪

♪ It's time to meet my fiery end ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Feels like I'm the walking dead ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ With all these ghosts up in my head ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ And if I'm never coming back ♪

♪ Would you just bury me in black ♪

♪ Would you just bury me in black ♪