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(triumphant music)

- Listen to me.

The host is trying to kill you all.

- Dude, what's going on?

- Please, there's no time.

We need to find a safe place,

somewhere where we can
barricade the doors.

- I don't understand.

- Everyone, please, let's go.

(dramatic music)

- What the f-?

(screaming)

- Let's go, this way, go, go!

(frantic rustling)

No!

(eerie music)

(suspenseful music)

(people chattering)

(slapping)

- Get some.

- Give it.

(laughter)

(murmuring)

- Excuse me.

- Yes?

- Do you know where the phone is?

- You're new here.

- What do you mean?

- Don't worry about the phone.

- Do you have a cell phone?

- A what?

- I'm not interested in busting the party.

I don't give a shit about the drugs.

- Why would you?

(dramatic music)

- Are you okay?

- the angel wants it back so bad.

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- You sure?

- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

(echoing footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

(panting)

(dramatic music)

- Come on.

We have to go back inside.

- You can't go out there.

- I was trying to get help.

- What do you need, friend?

- A phone.

- You really won't be able to call anyone.

- Whose house is this?

- It's everyone's house.

- Look, there's a dead woman upstairs.

We need to call the police.

- Dead?

- He's new to the house.

- Perhaps you're confused, friend.

- I'm not confused, I need a phone.

- There are a few common phones,

but maybe we should use
the one in your room.

- What are you talking about?

(laughs)

- Come on.

- Your room is right through there.

- I don't have a room here.

- Everybody has a room here.

Go ahead, open the door.

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

- Who's that?

- My daughter.

Where'd you get this?

- We didn't get anything.

The house provides.

All you have to do is want it.

There's a phone.

I told you there was nobody to call.

Those phones only dial the
other rooms in the house.

(dramatic music)

It's all right, he's the servant.

- I have been instructed to tell you

that a body has been found.

- You've been instructed?

You need to get the police out here, now.

- But you're a police detective.

I saw your badge downstairs.

- I'm nothing here.

- But more people could die.

- Is there really a dead woman?

- All right, take me there.

- It's okay, you'll get used to him.

- How is this possible?

- It's going to take some
time for you to understand.

I was the same way when I first got here.

- No, you'll contaminate the scene.

Look, I don't know what
the hell's going on here,

but you've got two dead
bodies in this house.

You need to get the authorities out here.

Hey.

- Listen.

- Owen.

- Owen, this house is all there is.

There are no authorities here.

There's no one to call.

- That doesn't make sense.

- You went outside.

There's nothing there but that field.

That nothingness.

I've been here a long time.

This house, and the people in it,

are all that exist here.

- No, I don't believe that.

- Every minute that you
spend looking for help

is wasted time.

- Well then you guys have a big problem.

- What do you mean?

- There's gonna be more bodies.

- How do you know that?

- This is the second body I've found.

The two men I met, a preacher named Leon

and another named Tom, don't know the name

of the woman in the first room,

who regardless of the
note, I'm going to call

Victim Number One.

Judging from the thumb marks on her neck

and the presence of petechiae in the eyes,

she's been strangled.

Leon says the second woman's name is Opal.

He doesn't know much
about her, but he said

she was a foodie.

Thinks I should ask around the kitchen.

She, too, appears to have been strangled,

but without forensics I can't be positive.

No other signs of struggle
in any other room.

(camera clicking)

We need to lock these rooms up.

No one gets in.

- Once the door closes behind a guest,

the only person who can
open it is the guest,

or the servant.

- Yeah, well we don't have much time

before these bodies begin decomposing.

- I think the servant
can take care of that.

- So, what now?

- Now?

Now I think it's time you tell me exactly

what the hell this place is.

- This house isn't
really a house, I think.

This is all stuff I've figured
out since I've been here.

I don't know how we got
here, but we all wake up

with some sort of memory loss.

- Yeah.

Last thing I remember is

some sort of contract.

- Yes.

We all signed one.

Do you remember what yours said?

- No.

- Hm.

(dramatic music)

- This place is life unrestrained.

Indulge yourself.

Your wants and your desires.

We have only two rules here:

Don't interfere with anyone
else's pursuit of pleasure,

and enjoy yourself.

(laughs softly)

I hear it used to be just about sex,

but now there's everything.

Food, art, gambling, video games.

- Hm, it's a miraculous place.

(laughs)

(laughs)

- Everybody here has some kind of thing

they love to do more than anything else.

The thing that they would
do every minute of every day

if there were no consequences.

You must have something like that.

- No.

(laughs)

- Well I don't think you'd
be here if you didn't.

- Oh yeah?

What's your thing?

- I enjoy helping people.

- And I like to spread the good word.

(laughter)

- So, is there anything
else you'd want to know?

- Yeah, have you shown me the whole place?

- I don't think there's
anyone who can do that.

- He's right.

I still find rooms I've never seen before.

- Well let me ask you
this, do either of you

know anyone here who's capable of murder?

- Oh.

No.

There's just no reason to murder.

You can have anything you want here.

So what's the use of killing?

- I don't understand how the Lord

could let this happen in His house.

- Why do you assume this is God's house?

- What do you mean?

- Sex, drugs, liquor, I mean this place

looks like one big orgy of pleasure.

I'm just saying, it doesn't
seem like God's house to me.

- So what next?

- I don't know, I'm
gonna take a look around.

I'll find you guys if I need you.

- Oh, okay.

- I don't know what's goin' on.

My brain feels like mush.

I don't even know where I am.

Is this place even real?

(rustling)

In school I read a book about suicide

that said you didn't go to Heaven or Hell,

you had to watch how your
death affected the world.

I thought it was some
bullshit Catholic propaganda

they were trying to choke us with, but

now I...

The only thing I know for
sure is that someone here

is killing women.

I guess I need to figure out who he is

and make him stop.

Without any forensic support
I'm left with the fundamentals.

I need to find somebody
who knew the victims,

establish some commonalities.

(people chattering)

Excuse me, do you know this woman?

- Rack off, mate.

- Excuse me.

(thumping)

(thumping)

(dramatic music)

(panting)

I guess no one ever warned you against

getting in between people and their fun.

- No, the choking penalty
was not mentioned, no.

- My name is Grant.

- Owen.

- Why are you asking about her?

- I'm a police detective.

She was murdered.

- Here?

In this house?

- Yeah, you knew her?

- Well I'd seen her around,
but I didn't really know her.

How do you think we can help?

- Well, the odds are likely

that one of you knows the killer.

- Why don't I...?

...buy you a drink?

(murmuring)

- Tonight, one of our
friends has moved on.

I can't even bring myself to say her name.

- Carla.

- That's right, Carla.

- To Carla.

- To Carla.

- To Carla.

- To Carla.

- To Carla.

- To Carla.

(eerie music)

(murmuring)

(people chattering)

- Carla.

Carla and Opal.

Someone knew both these women,

went to their rooms with each,

and strangled them.

But I don't know why.

I need to find something connecting them,

someone who knew both of them.

(murmuring)

Excuse me, excuse me.

Does anyone know this woman?

- Yeah, I know her.

- Really?

What can you tell me about her?

- Her name's Opal.

- How do you know her?

- She likes food.

Sometimes she likes Mexican.

(laughs)

- When's the last time you saw her?

- I'm not sure, time here,

it's a little strange.

It feels like yesterday, why?

- She's dead.

- Dead?

People don't die here.

- They do when they're murdered.

So you think you can introduce me

to some people that might have known Opal?

- Yeah, sure.

I'm Oscar.

- Owen.

(laughter)

(hissing)

- Give me a second,
I'll bring some people.

(eerie whirring)

- What is that sound?

- All bark no bite!

It's like an emptiness that'll
never go away.

It hurts so much.

- I'm talking about that sound out there.

- Why can't I hear the silence?

I'm sorry.

My thoughts are usually much
wetter when I'm outside.

I'm Maria.

- Owen.

- Owen, this is Brian.

He says he knows Opal.

- What's out there?

What's making that sound?

- What sound?

- When was the last time you saw Opal?

- A couple nights ago, I think.

- How about her, do you know this girl?

- They let you bring a phone?

(laughs) I wish I'd thought of that.

- Do you know her?

- No, I don't think so.

- Do you know her?

- Really doesn't look like my type.

- Do you know anyone else she might have

hung around with?

Any friends in particular?

- I'm gonna level with you, man.

I have no idea.

We all come and go, and

I don't really know
anyone that well anyway.

(eerie music)

(thumping)

- Lurch.

- Lurch.

- Another body has been found.

- Take me there.

(thumping)

(dramatic music)

- That's Rachel's room.

Is that Rachel?

- Step inside and shut
the door behind you.

Stay right there.

Don't touch anything.

Victim Number Three appears
to be a sexual fetishist.

The markings on her neck are consistent

with strangulation, but
immediate cause of death

appears to be blunt force
trauma to the back of her head.

There is vomit on the floor,

approximately six feet from the victim.

I don't think it's hers.

There's clear escalation of violence.

Appears to be losing control.

Why would he throw up?

Or was there a third person in the room?

Oscar, did Opal spend a lot of time

having sex with other people?

- Probably.

- Listen Oscar, I'm trusting you because

my instincts tell me you weren't involved

with these murders, but I've
only been here a little while

and there's already three bodies.

So I don't have time to dick around.

- Okay, sorry.

- So where would these
women have gone for sex?

- Probably the Dungeon.

- Can you take me there?

- Sure.

- Give me two seconds, I'll be right out.

No note.

Why is there no note on this body?

(heavy techno music)

(people chattering)

Hey I'm gonna make a quick announcement.

- I'm gonna go make a drink.

You want anything?

- Yeah, grab me a water.

- Hey man, you tonight's DM?

- Actually, I just wanna
make a quick announcement.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Only the DM's allowed
to use the microphone.

- And whose rule is that?

- The DJ's.

- You're the DJ?

- Yep.

- Well I'm the DM.

- Okay Mister DM, do you have a name?

- Owen.

- Owen what?

- Owen Grey.

- I don't know about the rest of you,

but I've already met someone.

A lovely young thing
who says her name's Lucy

and doesn't she have the most
amazing kaleidoscope eyes?

And now everyone please
put your hands together

for tonight's DM, Mister Owen Grey!

(applause)

- Hey, I'm the DM tonight!

(glass shattering)

- Good evening everyone.

We have a situation here at the,

well here.

Single women are being attacked,

and at least for the time being,

women should only return to their rooms

alone or with a group of people.

- Okay.

Nothing like a classic.

The DM has declared,
nothing but three-ways,

four-ways, whatever you want.

But it's multiple partners
for the evening, everyone,

so have yourself a wonderful night.

(cheering and clapping)

Rules are rules.

(heavy techno music)

- Hey man, let's see if
they got some Foghat.

It's a joke, man.

- Yeah, that's the problem.

They all think it's a goddamned joke.

- You need to relax.

Get a blow job or somethin'.

Anyway, check this out over there.

You think you would have
gotten this response

barkin' up your order
like you're a federale?

Forget about it.

What are you lookin' at?

- Hold on.

- What is it?

- A suspect.

Excuse me.

- Yeah?

- My name's Owen.

- Geoffrey.

- Nice to meet you.

Tell me, does this woman
look familiar to you?

- No, I don't know her.

- What if I told you
somebody saw you with her?

- Who said that?

- It doesn't matter who.

Have another look.

- How do you know her?

- I might have talked to her.

There's a lot of women here.

- Hm.

What about Carla, do you know her?

- No, I don't think so.

- Did you kill her?

- No!

- You strangled her in her bedroom.

- No!

- Why'd you leave a note?

- What are you talking about?

Look, I'm going back to my room.

If you bother me again, I'm gonna leave

a complaint with the Host.

- Oscar, I need you to
keep an eye on that man.

- What?

- He could be our guy.

- I could be our guy.

- No, I'd find you standing over the victim.

Follow him, he's definitely
hiding something.

And don't let him go
anywhere with any women.

Be discrete.

- Woah.

- Hey.

- Alan, this is Deborah.

Sorry, we didn't introduce ourselves earlier.

- Yeah, no big deal.

Do you know where the Host's office is?

- Mm, no, sorry.

- Hm?

- She knows where people
say the Host's office is.

- Uh, could you two show me?

- Mhm.

- Sure.

Why don't you ask him yourself?

Fine, fine, can we talk about this later?

They say that's it.

(dramatic music)

- What are these for?

- Suggestions, maybe?

She's never seen anybody go in there.

(murmuring)

- I'll talk to you later.

All right, right here.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

(murmuring)
Boom, headshot.

We can do whatever you want, baby.

- Excuse me.

- Yeah?

You wanna come in and watch?

- Uh, no, no thanks.

I need a quick word with Maria.

- What're you, her dad?

- Uh, yeah actually, I am.

- That's weird.

- Why don't you head downstairs?

She'll catch up with you.

(murmuring)

Oh shit.

Come on.

(soft laughter)

- That's no way to speak to a lady.

A very interesting wager for you.

- Yeah, open the door.

(gentle music)

You know, whatever it is
you're on all the time,

you've gotta go easy.

- I like you.

Don't be so sad.

This isn't a joke, Danny,
you lose and you do it.

Investigate.

- But um, you ever have Mexican?

- Sure.

- Well, no, okay.

(laughs)

How about we go to a--

- Oscar.

- Hey, I'll talk to you in a minute.

- Okay.

- What are you doing?

You're supposed to be following Geoffrey.

- Cool it, jefe.

He's in one of the gambling rooms.

- Did he go anywhere before he came here?

- He went to his room for a minute.

- Okay.

- Hey, have I been deputized or something?

'Cause I gotta warn you,
I do drink on the job.

(laughs)

- Hey, you can keep your lucky chip.

(dramatic music)

Would you like to play a game?

- No.

I wanted to ask you more questions,

but you rushed off so fast.

- My stomach gets upset sometimes.

- Thrown up recently?

- No.

- So what're you bettin' for?

Seem like money would be
worthless around here.

- It is.

We bet other things like
time spent gambling.

You lose chips, you lose playing time.

- Sounds boring.

- I generally play for favors.

- I see.

You play for intangibles, huh?

How many chips do you
think I'd get for that?

- Zero.

- What if I told you it had
tremendous personal value.

Go ahead.

Deal the cards.

One hand.

You win and you get the cigarette.

I win and you do me a
quick and easy favor.

- So what's so important
with the cigarette?

- My wife wouldn't let me smoke,

so during murder
investigations I'd buy a pack

and only keep a single one.

And I'd only smoke it
when I'd caught my guy.

- I didn't kill anyone.

- Focus on your cards.

Yeah, I used to get cleaned
out at the precinct games

'cause I never focused on my cards.

I was too busy reading people.

But I was just better
at that than bluffing.

The favor is for you to
write your name on that card.

- That's all?

- That's it.

When you're done, turn
it over and slide it.

You see, Geoffrey, I know
you killed those people.

You took 'em back to their
rooms and you strangled them.

But what I don't understand
is why you did it.

And why you left this for me.

- I didn't write that.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- Good, I'm glad we cleared this up.

- Let me see your room.

- What?

What do you need to see my room for?

- Well, if you're not
guilty, then you don't

have anything to hide, right?

- Fine.

- You mind if I poke around?

So what's your thing?

What are you into?

- Sex.

(phone ringing)

(suspenseful music)

Hello?

Yes.

Sure.

Yes.

I'll come to you.

Yeah, just give me 10 minutes.

See you then.

- Who was that?

- I don't understand why you feel

you have the right to
ask me these questions.

- Is there a reason you
don't want to answer?

- I'm meeting a woman

for sex.

You can see I'm not hiding anything,

so is it all right with you if I go?

- You're the prime suspect
in the murder of three women.

So no.

Why don't you come with me and meet her?

You can see everything's all right,

and it's not like I'm gonna
kill her after you've met her.

- All right.

- First I need to change so
would you mind stepping outside?

- So what's her name?

The woman you're meeting.

- Dena.

Let's go.

- Lead the way.

(dramatic music)

Move.

Shit.

Geoffrey.

Geoffrey, look at me.

You just talked to her.

Did she say if she was alone?

Did she sound like she was
in any distress at all?

- No.

It's only been a few minutes.

- You folks okay?

- Victim Number Four.

The murders are escalating in brutality,

and he seems to have
stopped leaving notes.

Multiple stab and slash wounds.

The killer is...

(eerie music)

(sighs)

He's drugging them.

He's taking them back to their room

and injecting them with a sedative.

That's why there's no sign of struggle

when he strangles them.

What I don't understand is the timeline,

and why the frenzy?

(camera snapping)

(people murmuring)

- She's torn apart.

- He's alone?

- I know how to find the killer.

- What did you say?

- Did he say?

- I found her fingernails bloody,

so I took another look.

There's skin.

She fought back.

She scratched this guy pretty bad.

- How does that help?

- We need to find who in
the house is scratched.

- Yeah?

Well how do we do that?

- We search everybody.

How many people are here?

- I have no idea.

- Okay.

Grant, Alan, Leon, everybody,

get your shirts off.

- Excuse me?

- The man who killed this woman

is gonna have scratches, defensive wounds,

probably on his face and arms,

but we gotta check backs and stomachs too.

Come on, come on, check their backs.

- You're clean, what about you?

Okay, they're good.

- Now you guys think
you could help us out?

- Certainly.

- I need you to spread out
and start checking men.

Start with guys you know,

and when you're sure they're
not it, get them to help you

check the others.

If we get enough people,
we can sweep this place

in no time.

- What about people in their rooms?

If this guy's in his room, there's no way

you're gonna get him.

- The servant can open doors.

- Okay, you guys start the sweep,

I'll go see if I can find the servant

and get him to open doors for me.

- I saw the servant on my way here.

I can show you where he is.

- Okay.

Make it a game, whatever it takes.

You guys think you can do this?

- Sure.

- Yeah.

- Mhm.

- I'll be checkin' in the Dungeon.

- Men, Oscar.

The odds of this being a woman are minute.

Okay, let's go.

(dramatic music)

Excuse me, I need you to start
opening bedroom doors for me.

Any rooms with people in them.

Can you do that?

You want these murders to stop, right?

I need you to start showing me rooms.

This could work.

I'm gonna need you to take your shirt off.

(suspenseful music)

(static)

(clattering)

(gentle music)

Investigation day...

I don't know what day it is.

I don't even know if a day
has passed since I got here.

I haven't slept.

Then again, I haven't
recharged my cell phone either,

so I guess...

Anyway, I've recruited
some help in checking

for defensive wounds.

Sort of a viral investigation.

The unscratched people will
search for the scratched individual.

Oscar, Tom and Grant all
think this is a great idea.

And hey, maybe it is.

Except I don't know how many
people are in the house,

I don't have a layout for the house.

And apparently they have
a door security system

that the pentagon would
wipe out a small city to get.

It's just so easy to hide.

- Don't worry, I keep all the
secrets I've never been told.

- You shouldn't be out
here alone, it's not safe.

(laughs)

- The angel doesn't even know
what he's looking for.

Besides, cold is much
better than the noise.

Thank you, papa.

- You mind if I sit?

- I don't seem to have any
thoughts on the matter.

- So you know

maybe you oughta do a little less

of whatever it is you're doing.

- There's nothing to do

but to listen to the clamor of ecstasy.

- Do you mind if I ask what you're on?

- The porch.

- Okay, let's try this.

What's your hedonism?

- Oh.

Chocolate.

- Chocolate.

- It's a confectionery treat made from

a South American cocoa plant.

- Yeah, I know what chocolate is.

- Father was the first merchant
in the world to get it,

and that first bite.

I'm alone.

I had a friend here, I
don't remember her name

but I know it was Elizabeth.

- You had a friend?

Where is she now?

- I don't know.

I can only tell you where she isn't.

- Is she in the house?

- No.

I know everyone in the house.

- When was the last time you saw her?

- She left through shallow water,

self-inflicted I think.

I don't know, because I had
just begun to hear the people.

And I wasn't prepared
for what they had to say.

It didn't hurt her.

The warm water kept the blood flowing,

and the blood only made the water warmer.

She didn't feel pain, she felt good.

Warmed by the blood when
she sat inside a snowstorm.

In a snowstorm you can
be so close to something

and not even see it.

So busy looking at the
white that you miss the red.

It's not that I,

you must know what I mean.

- What?

- The murderer.

The snow is falling so hard,

you can't even see what's
right in front of your face.

- Maria, do you know
who's killing these women?

Maria, do you knows who's doing this?

- Yes.

No, no.

He speaks to me.

- What?

- I can't help you.

His voice is sad and angry.

But it's one of thousands.

- Come on.

- You gotta come take a look at this.

- Grant, I need you to
take Maria to her room

and stay with her.

- What's the matter with her?

- Do you prefer propane or charcoal?

That's when they have to
face the musical, pal.

- I don't know.

I've never seen her when
she wasn't on something.

Just stay with her and make sure

she doesn't take anymore
of whatever it is.

- What should I do when she wakes up?

- Just don't let her take anything else.

I wanna talk to her when she's lucid.

- I can help.

(gentle music)

- He's killing men now.

Who found him?

- I did.

- Did you touch anything?

- Like what?

- Anything.

- No.

(murmuring)

- I heard there was a--

- Oscar.

- I heard there was a--

- Oscar, people are gonna
hear about this fast.

Don't let anyone else in.

(sighs)

Another victim.

He seems to have lost all control.

He's killing men now, beheading them.

- Why would he do that?

- To conceal the identity of the victim.

- It's not gonna work.

- Why not?

- Because I recognize that shirt.

I guess I owe him an apology.

I saw the man who did this.

- Keep your lucky chip.

- He's a gambler.

- This is either him taunting me,

or giving Geoffrey one last fuck off.

Either way, the scratched
person we're looking for

is a gambler.

- There are a lot of
gamblers in the house.

- He's a gambler who's scratched.

We need to keep the search going.

(speaking a foreign language)

Let him in.

You know I speak Spanish?

- Yeah?

No shit, me too.

- Grant wants you to give him a call.

- I don't think we have
time for phone calls.

- There's a common phone over there.

- Give me a second.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- It's Owen.

- Oh, hey.

Had a question I wanted to ask you.

- Yeah, what?

- Yeah, did you want me to search her room

and try to figure out what it is she's on?

- Yeah, sure, that could help us.

- Hold on, she's mumbling something.

It sounded like Leon.

(dramatic music)

- Hm.

Ask her if she knows who the killer is.

- Hold on a second.

Maria.

Maria, do you know who the killer is?

She said Leon again, but I don't know

if she's responding to me or not.

She's still pretty out of it.

- Okay, I want you to
stay with her, all right?

I don't want her wandering around alone.

- No problem, I'll stay with her.

- So what now?

- You, Oscar and Alan keep searching.

I'll be with you soon.

Leon.

- Yes?

- Do you have a Bible?

- In my room.

- Could you get it?

- Right now?

- I'd appreciate it.

- All right.

- Thank you.

(dramatic music)

Okay.

(static)

(eerie whirring)

- Finally.

(phone ringing)

Turel?

Hello, I'm looking a
ruthless act of mercy.

Could I come by and bring my fondue set?

Wait, forget that last
part, that wasn't me.

And you still don't know who this is?

How can you be so stupid?

Sorry.

Let me be clear.

In a house of fruit, I'm the basket.

No.

Don't talk.

I can hear everything
you're thinking anyways.

I know you've looked high and low

and left and right, b a, b,

dammit.

(whispers)

You will lay my burden down in a shroud

and then leave everyone a white
dove to rest their heads on.

Promise?

You can have the voices back, understand?

- Yes.

- I'm coming to you.

I'll see you soon.

(water running)

(suspenseful music)

No!

(gentle music)

(grunts)

(phone ringing)

Owen, I have no time, so just listen.

- Maria?

- This is almost over,
and I want you to know

it's not your fault.

You did save me, you saved everyone.

What's happening now is my choice.

- Maria, what are you talking about?

Slow down.

Is it Leon?

- Is what Leon?

(cries out)

- Maria?

(panting)

- Sorry, I felt myself slipping.

I don't think I can do this again.

I might pass out, and there's
something I need to do.

- Honey, is Grant there?

Is it him?

- No, he left a while ago.

Grant's not the killer.

Grant simply does what Grant does.

It's Turel that's going to kill me.

He has hatred but not for any of us.

It's the Host he's after.

Think of me.

I don't wanna be forgotten.

- Maria!

(whooshing)

Where's the servant?

Do you know where the servant is?

Where's the servant?

Do you know where the servant is?

Oscar, where is the servant?

- What?

- Lurch, where is Lurch?

- I don't know.

What's up?

(people chattering)

- Hey.

- You cannot have this.

(dramatic music)

Enjoy.

I need you to take me to Maria's room now.

(gasping and choking)

Take me to Maria's room, please.

Come on.

(gentle music)

No.

(whooshing)

No.

No.

(whooshing)

No, no.

No.

No.

- What can we do now?

- This place is life unrestrained...

- Is this place even real?

- Dead, dead, dead, dead.

- People don't die here.

(laughing)

- the angel doesn't even know
what he's looking for.

Speaks to me.

- We all come and go.

I really don't know anyone very well.

- It's not your fault.

You did save me, you saved everyone.

- Stay with her, I don't want
her wandering around alone.

- No problem.

I'll stay with her.

- The house provides.

All you have to do is want.

(dramatic music)

(heavy techno music)

(people chattering)

(whooshing)

(dramatic music)

- Grant.

- Oh, hello.

(laughs)

I just popped down for
a quick game of cards.

Don't worry, I left Alan with Maria.

- Get up.

- Oh, let me just finish this hand

and I'll be right with you.

(grunts)

- You left her!

- Owen, I left Alan there
to take care of her.

(grunting)

- You said you'd stay with her!

- I only left her five minutes ago.

(grunting)

- Stop lying!

- Did she even say Leon's name

or was that a lie too?

- No!

She said it!

She said his name!

- Stop lying and tell me the truth

or you're gonna find out
if this is the afterlife.

(suspenseful music)

(grunts)

- I only just left her.

- That's it.

That's what you do.

You're a liar.

- No.

I help people.

I don't lie.

- Was anything you said the truth?

- I'm not a liar.

I'm not.

- Then why is Maria dead?

- What?

No, that's not true.

(dramatic music)

- People are being murdered in this house,

and you all keep gambling
and eating and drinking

and fucking!

What the hell's the
matter with you people?

- But the servant should do
something about that, right?

- Shouldn't the Host make it stop?

- Well.

Let's go ask him.

- I don't think we're
supposed to be going in there.

(banging)

(speaking foreign language)

- What are they?

- It's a file of some sort.

Name John Lansing.

There's a contract here.

- Let me see it.

I'm a lawyer.

It's a contract for coming into the house.

The guy signed here and here,

and it's countersigned by the Host,

initials T.M.

- That's my contract.

- No shit, what's it say?

- I don't remember signing this.

- It says you will bring
the killer to justice

and then be returned from whence you came.

- You're goin' back?

I didn't know that was an option.

- Here, hold this.

- It's Maria's contract,
signed by a Host named Turel,

that's the name of the man she
said was coming to kill her.

Turel, T.M., his last
name must start with M.

- No, the handwriting looks different.

No.

- Why wasn't it under M?

- I don't think that T.M. is Turel.

She said he was mad at the Host.

- Yeah, but she said a lot of crazy shit.

- No, I don't think she did.

Look in the former cabinet and
find Carla, Opal and Rachel,

will you?

- Yeah, all three of
them are in the front.

- What years did they come into the house?

- 1603,

1537,

and 1548.

Wow, they were in the
house for a long time.

- That's enough.

Here, have a look at this,

and note the only stipulation.

- The Host hereby
transfers the Host's powers

from the Host to the
longest tenured guest.

Why would he--

- Keep reading.

- The powers are gradually
transferred in this order,

knowledge of all that
transpires in the house,

power to command the servant, and finally,

the ability to invite guests.

Well that's, holy shit,
he signed both parts.

- Yeah.

Turel signed it with himself.

- Why would you sign a
contract with yourself?

- He knew T.M. was about to become Host,

so his last action was to
make sure his replacement

became Host in name alone.

Problem was, Turel wasn't
the oldest tenured guest.

So he started killing off

those he thought were here longest.

But all the time he was looking for Maria.

She was his target from the start.

The only remaining question is,

who is the Host?

- I can help you.

(dramatic music)

I am the Host.

Seal the rooms.

Anyone in the hallway, ask
them to return to their rooms.

But, no is not an option.

- Why didn't you tell me you were the Host

from the first second I got here?

Why leave me cryptic notes
instead of telling me

what the fuck was going on?

- Grant is going to be okay,

by the way, eventually.

You beat him very badly.

- Yeah he did.

- What's your point?

- My point is that it
might be time for you

to stop laying the blame
for your own failures

at the feet of others.

I have my reasons for
staying behind the scenes.

Good evening everyone.

This is the Host speaking.

Would everyone please
return to their own rooms,

just for a few moments?

Thank you.

I helped you with what I could,

but in the end it was up
to you to do your job.

- Fuck you.

- Sir, please.

I assure you,

if you had ever mentioned the name Turel,

I would have divulged everything.

- Hey listen, you can spin
this any way you want,

but your silence makes you an accessory

to every murder since I got here.

- Indeed.

Well I am about to rectify that.

- What do you mean?

(phone ringing)

- I'm locking down the rooms.

When everyone is safely inside and secure

we'll go through the rooms one by one

and locate Turel.

- I don't--

- Hey jefe,

it's Leon.

He says it's important,
something about chocolate.

- Hello?

- It's in your best
interest to remain calm

and pretend I actually am Leon.

You remember from our friend
that I know things, right?

Tom is not rounding up
people to investigate them,

he knows he won't find me.

Every time you walk in my direction,

I'll know before you do it.

- Look, I'm a little busy here, Leon.

Can you get to your point?

- Once everyone is rounded up,

he is going to shut the house down.

Then everyone will die.

- How's that?

- When the house is completely shut down,

there'll be no food, no water, no oxygen.

Everyone will die sooner
or later, me included.

Uh-oh, he knows.

Owen, he summoned the servant.

(whooshing)

(thumping)

(speaking foreign language)

- Don't worry about
this, hefe, I got this.

(slashing)

(gunshots)

(suspenseful music)

- Listen to me.

The Host is trying to kill you all.

- Dude, what's going on?

- Please, there's no time.

- We need to find a safe place.

Somewhere where you
can barricade the door.

- I don't understand.

- Everyone, please.

Let's go.

(rumbling)

(slashing)

(gasping)

(screaming)

Let's go, this way, go, go!

- No!

(panting)

(crunching)

(shouting)

- Move, move!

- Get back in your room!

(thumping)

- Move, move, move, come
one, move, move, go!

- Praise the Lord.

- Why did you stop?

- We're not safe.

I didn't save us, I just trapped us.

(phone ringing)

- Good evening, everyone,
my name is Thomas Moore,

and I am the Host of the party.

Each of you, to the last man and woman

was hand-picked and invited
to this party by me.

I hope you will keep that in mind

when I inform you that
you will all be dead

in a very short time.

I know you must be scared
right now, but I beg from you

a few of your remaining
moments to tell you about

a man named Owen Grey and how
he destroyed our paradise.

Like everyone who has come to this house,

Owen Grey has a hedonism.

Unfortunately, Owen reached
a point where his hedonism

had begun to destroy his life.

Poor Owen's hedonism, you see, is secrets.

Personal or professional,
meaningless or not,

Owen has a need to know that
which is not meant to be known.

Which, for Owen, was the
beginning of the end,

and in which culminated
with me taking Owen's gun

out of his life before
he could kill himself.

In any event, Owen and
his wife had a daughter.

Being neither naive or stupid, Owen's wife

fiercely protected their daughter

from his pervasive pastime.

Owen did give his daughter her space.

- It wasn't like that.

- Unfortunately, 15 years
later she killed herself.

You see, their daughter,
like all young people,

yearned to experience life first-hand.

This included lovemaking
with a much older boy.

Now I don't need to play out every step

of this centuries-old drama for you.

Suffice to say, it ended with the boy

telling her to deal with it herself.

And that is exactly what she tried to do.

She bled to death in her bathtub,

which is where I came
in, wanting to grant him

some peace, I bought Owen to our home,

a sanctuary from strife, from pain,

a place where he could uncover secrets

to his heart's content.

And all he had to do
was what he was good at,

and discover who was murdering
our sisters in the house.

But his complete ineptitude
in finding the killer

has compounded a bad
situation exponentially.

Six of our companions lie dead, and Owen

is no closer to capturing their killer

than when he arrived.

And his failure has led us all here.

Owen is not a savior, he is a Judas goat

leading everyone to their deaths.

For any minute (whispering)

I will never forgive myself.

I am sorry.

- What am I missing?

I just need to think outside the box.

How do you catch someone
when they know you're coming?

Outside the box.

- Yeah, most of what he said is true,

selectively true at least.

But the truth he's not mentioning is

why he's killing us.

You see, this really isn't about me.

It's about power.

Someone here named
Turel stole Tom's power,

and now Tom can't find
him, so he's going to

kill him by killing everyone.

It's really about Turel.

- We're all going to die.

What are you so happy about?

(dramatic music)

- I need to speak with you, Tom.

- Yes?

- I wanna meet to discuss a deal.

- You have nothing I need.

- I know where Turel is hiding.

- Where is he?

- I have two conditions.

- Keep negotiating with me,

and the only condition
you'll have is deceased.

- First, I need you to promise that you'll

return the house to normal.

Second, I'm gonna bring him to you myself.

- Why?

- I'd like to discuss something with him

before I bring him to you.

Don't worry, I won't kill him.

- All right.

I guess you only have about 15 minutes

- Before what?

- Before I can't turn it back on.

(water running)

(eerie music)

(coughing)

(screeching)

- All bark, no bite.

(dramatic music)

(shouting)

(grunting)

(laughter)

- I know everything that
goes on in the house.

- I read your contract.

What I don't get is a gradual thing.

Why didn't you take the power right back?

- The one who built the house,

the one who forced me
to make Tom the Host,

he would have noticed, but he's got

a short attention span,
I doubt he even notices

this place is still here.

Now, I know that you aren't
sure if you're going to

bring me back alive,
but what I don't get is,

what makes you think you can beat me?

You're (laughs) old.

What makes you so confident?

Really?

I know everything that
happened in the house.

You have no bullets left.

What are you gonna do with (grunts)

- What's the matter, Geoffrey, not so easy

to read my thoughts now, huh?

Outside the house your thoughts

are a little wetter, aren't they?

- I can't believe (grunts)

- Get up, Geoffrey.

Or would you prefer I call you Turel?

(coughs)

- That was the gambler's
headless body, wasn't it?

What's the matter, you
gonna throw up again?

- Fuck you.

- Why'd you go ape shit on him like that?

Why'd you rip him apart?

- I didn't tell him to butcher her!

- You're nothing but a murderer.

- I didn't wanna hurt them, I just needed

to find the one with the power.

- Maria.

- I didn't want to inflict pain.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

- You didn't want to hurt anyone?

- You strangled three women and you

cut a man's head off!

- Your righteous
indignation would mean more

if you weren't about to beat me to death.

- Not to death, not yet.

- You wouldn't be so
tough without the gun.

(grunting)

(panting)

- Are you ready to finish this?

- This is Turel?

- Yeah.

He called himself Geoffrey.

- I don't remember his face.

- I guess 500 years changes a man.

- He's not a man.

How did you know he was outside the house?

- Maria, she went out
as much as she could.

It was just easier to think outside,

and he could just sit outside and watch

everything going on in here.

Maybe he wouldn't die with everyone else.

No, he'd have waited until
you repopulated the house.

Eventually he would have come right back.

- And get carried along in the stream,

forever floating.

Like a piece of shit.

He would have let everyone die

for his own selfish needs.

- And your plan was any different?

- I didn't start this.

I didn't ask for any of this.

I'm trying to build the perfect world.

- It's my house, you arrogant human.

(panting)

(coughing)

And none of this will
make any of it right.

- Not your daughter,
not Maria, none of it!

(sputtering)

- We can't have any snakes in paradise.

Any snakes.

Owen Grey, you have
fulfilled the obli- (sighs)

(whooshing)

- This isn't a joke to me.

You do it.

Put this on, I'm done.

Hey, you can keep your lucky chip.

(panting)

- It's all over now.

- You have the power back?

- Yes.

I think so.

Yes, I'm beginning to see now.

- Then turn the house back on, Tom.

Tom.

Tom, you need to turn the house back on.

(shouting and crying in anguish)

- So scared.

Every single one of them is so scared.

- We're all scared.

You need to turn the house back on now.

- We

are scared.

Of me.

(crying)

I can't walk.

I can never be

one of them.

They'll fear me, forever.

- Tom, I'm not going to
let you kill these people

because they don't like you.

- I can't allow that.

- Tom.

- The killer has been brought to justice.

Go home.

- Tom, turn it back on.

Shit.

God dammit!

Son of a bitch!

(whooshing)

(gentle music)

- Let me ask you,

what you madder about?

That everyone in the
house is going to die,

or that you could have
killed Turel yourself,

for all the difference
that would have made?

- Who are you?

- When I first built the house,

I made one unbreakable rule.

A rule that you, Owen, just broke.

- You built the house?

- Yes.

- And what rule was that?

- No one leaves the house, ever.

- Tom didn't exactly give me a choice.

- I know.

I'm going to reprimand him.

Wanna go to a party?