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(mysterious music)

(clock ticking)

(insects chirping)

(camera whirring)

(mysterious music)

(camera clicking)

- Come on, Jenkins, we're having a good time.

Show me some sass.

Oh yeah.

(gerbil squeaking)

(camera clicking)

Come on, Jenkins, you're an animal.

(camera clicking)

Come on, where's the passion?

Give me some anger, grr.

That's it, you're a natural.

Growl.

More, more, come on, more.

Give me some sass, you're sassy.

I'll show you.

See?

Like this.

Don't worry, Jenkins, one day I'm gonna be

a real photographer, and I'm gonna get you

a real fancy cage, and we're gonna be rich.

Okay, one more.

(Diem gasps)

(wind howling)

Pappa?

- Oh baby, we need to lock the doors!

(wind howling)

We need to lock ourselves in the bedroom.

Come with me, bring your camera.

Take my hand.

No, I just want to keep you safe.

No.

(thunder crashing)

Diem!

Oh.

Oh.

There.

They're over there.

They're there!

(roaring) (suspenseful music)

(mysterious music)

(eerie whispering)

(tense music)

(Uri groaning)

(Uri coughing)

(solemn music)

- What the fuck?

God damn it!

What the, no!

Are you fuckin' kidding me?

- Diem, help me!

(Uri coughs)

God damn it!

I'm stuck!

(Uri coughing)

Help me!

- [Diem] Quit bitching, I'm getting the money.

(Uri coughing)

- Fuck happened?

- You wrecked the fucking car, that's what happened.

- Oh.

- It's okay.

We'll just wait out the storm here

until we know they're not looking for us anymore.

And then boom, home free.

And then we can buy 10 cars if we want.

Just white sand beaches and Mexican beers.

- Are you sure nobody lives here?

- Does it look like anybody fuckin' lives here?

Nobody's been here since my grandpa disappeared.

It's completely empty.

- Okay, lets go.

(mysterious music)

- Why are you doing this?

Why?

Why are you doing this?!

(woman laughing)

No.

We don't even know you!

No!

Please don't!

No.

(mysterious music)

- Hey babe. You got a phone call.

- [Royce] What?

Who is it?

- I dunno.

- [Royce] Hello?

- Hi Royce.

- [Royce] Oh, hey Juliet.

- Do you know where Lou's fucking suit case is?

- Hey!

Hey, dick head!

- [Royce] You talking to me?

- Yeah, you see any other dick heads around here?

Where's my money?

- Sweetheart I'm on the phone with my boss.

Can this wait just a little bit?

- Fuck you, and fuck your boss.

Where's the money you owe me?

- Five minutes.

Just five little baby minutes, that's all I'm saying.

- Why don't I go get security, how bout that?

- I got your money, okay?

- [Candice] Where is it?

- What? No no no.

Whats your name again?

- Candice, asshole!

You know what?

Forget this, I'm going to get security, loser.

- [Royce] Awesome.

Well, I'm about to get my ass kicked.

How's your day going?

How'd you know I was here?

- Because you're always there, you idiot.

Do you know where Diem is?

- Not yet, but I got a plan.

- Well, you better have a fucking plan.

Or I'm gonna send Tony over there to help.

- Whoa, no no no, don't do that.

I can handle this.

- You better.

- There's the asshole, right there.

- Shit, I gotta go.

[ Reporter] Local man Nathaniel Bradbury

has been reported missing.

He was last seen in Dallas at his home.

His wife Stephanie Bradbury, and his daughter

have also been missing for days.

Neighbors of the Bradbury family reported strange sounds

coming from the house the night of the disappearance.

Police have uncovered more disturbing details inside.

Signs of the occult and even witchcraft.

Strange symbols etched into the walls and into the floor.

And just three words.

"Midnight is coming."

In other news we are also following the comet.

That's right, everyone is excited

to catch a glimpse of that comet.

Stay tuned and we'll tell you how...

(eerie music)

(mysterious music)

- You used to live here?

- Yeah.

But it didn't look this bad.

- It was just you and your grandpa?

- Yep.

- Do you miss him?

- Anyone ever tell you you ask too many fucking questions?

- Well, excuse the hell out of me.

- Yeah.

I miss him.

My grandma used to make dresses and sell them in town.

But then she died, and it was just us.

Hello, old friend.

- What's over there?

- That's my grandfather's room.

- Oh cool, there's a bed in there?

- You can sleep right there.

- Yeah, I know, but if there's a bed--

- [Diem] Leave it!

- Fine!

(heart beating)

(ominous music)

(camera clicking)

(clock ticking)

(tense music) (distorted singing)

- [Distorted Voices] You must say the prayer.

(Diem screaming)

- Thou shall not be afraid, for the terror by night,

nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness,

only with thine eyes shalt thou behold

and see the reward of the wicked.

(camera clicking)

(clock ticking slows and stops)

(mysterious music)

Uri.

- What is it.

- Uri, get your ass up. - What?

- [Diem] I saw something.

- What?

- I saw a shadow.

- Oh no, they found us.

- Shut your fucking mouth.

Shh.

(tense music)

Uri, stay in here.

Who the fuck are you?

- My name is Caleb.

You are interrupting a holy ceremony.

- Fuck your ceremony.

Who's the bitch?

(woman shouts)

You're trespassing.

- This is not your home.

- Say that again.

Go ahead.

- This is sacred land.

- [Diem] Yeah, and I'm about to put

my sacred foot up your ass.

- My people.

- Your people?

Face paint and feathers don't make you an Indian, asshole.

- My father was half Comanche.

He told us stories about this land.

About the windigo.

In the old times, war torn tribes

would be left with burnt crops.

Entire families without food.

And the children would starve.

(mysterious music)

The desperate people would turn to the shadows for help.

(speaking foreign language)

(eerie music)

(mysterious music)

(tense music)

(bones cracking) (child gasping)

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

The sacred ritual granted the child eternal life.

- Just what I thought, full-blown shit house wacko.

Your lucky day, Chief.

I only got one shot and I'm not wastin' it on you.

- You gotta listen.

I didn't know she was gonna take that money, I swear, man.

You gotta believe me.

C'mon, Lucas.

Lucas!

Sloan?

Guys!

- Dig, bitch.

Hey Sloan, you got a smoke for me, eh bruh?

Nah man.

I only smoke when I do a job.

It's like a tradition.

Makes me feel like a real American hero.

(man sighs)

(urinating)

(slurping straw)

(humming)

- What story?

- Eating what?

(men laughing)

You keep talking and I'll be cutting up

two bodies tonight, eh?

- I think I'll go too.

Little too much to drink.

- Man, this ain't fair!

This is some straight-up bullshit!

- You fuck Lou, and now, Lou fuck you.

- C'mon, Jovie, man, you let me go

and I can get you some money, man.

- Unless it's the half mil you took with that bitch Diem,

don't bother.

(man humming)

(urinating)

(tense music)

- Let me help you out there, brother.

- Oh, shit!

(gunshot bangs)

(tense music)

- Looks like it's your lucky day, Briar.

You see me and Sloan here, we did some research.

Turns out little Miss Diem grew up in a house nearby here.

Pay attention, asshole.

You see, Jovie and Lucas, they're a little bit too loyal.

But us?

Hell, we like money a whole lot more than we like Lou.

- Got retirement plans baby.

(man chuckling)

- Diem didn't like much of anybody.

But I know you two were buds.

So we're gonna offer her a trade.

She gives us the money, and we don't make you

look like Jovie down here.

- Why didn't you just say so, man?

I mean, shit.

- All right well, there's those shovels.

He ain't gonna bury himself.

- Oh lord.

Why me?

Why me?

- I think I just heard a gunshot.

- Only thing I heard was this weed about to be smoked.

Sorry Joanna, I didn't hear anything.

(wind howling)

Damn hoe, put some clothes on.

You're giving me a hard-on.

(muffled light rock music)

So tell me again why we didn't invite some dick out here.

- I dunno, I mean, I thought it would be nice

to have some girl time.

Well, plus we might get to see the comet together.

- Yeah, right.

It's 'cause you're a Lez-hoe.

- Whatev.

- That's what's up.

- Let me get a hit.

- Sure thing, Hoe-Anna.

- Hoe-Tally.

(women laughing)

Wait.

Are you sure we should be drinking

and smoking at the same time?

- Dude.

You've never been cross-faded before?

(women laughing)

Man, I love poppin' cherries.

(wind howling)

(rock music)

- You know, I kinda feel bad about putting a bullet

in the back of Lucas's head.

You sure I had to do that?

- Okay, well first off, I didn't tell you

to shoot him in the head.

That's on you.

And second off, he never would've went along with this.

You know that.

- Okay, one more question.

What the hell is going on here?

- Well, that's easy.

You see, we don't want anyone to recognize us

or see our faces.

And plus they're scary as shit.

- Don't these girls already know who we are?

- Would you just put the fucking mask on?

God damn it.

(muffled singing)

(humming)

- Shit, what we gonna do now?

- [Diem] Just let me think.

- What was that?

- What was what?

- Shh.

I swear I heard something.

- Yeah, maybe it was the magical goblins

come to sprinkle fairy dust on Chief Crazy Horse here.

- Why the fuck do you keep looking up at the sky?

- I'm looking for Haley's comet.

- What?

- Seriously?

Been talking about it on the radio all week.

Supposed to be awesome.

Whatever, just take the fuckin' warning shot.

- Dude, I can't see anything in this fog.

- Dude, it's not that bad.

- Just fire it in the fuckin' air.

(gunshot bangs)

(Caleb grunts)

(woman squeals)

- No way.

No fucking way.

How did they find us?

- Hey Diem!

Sorry about this.

They had a grave, and they hosed me down with blood,

and he hit me with a slushy, man.

Its a real bad situation.

- Briar, you dumb son of a bitch!

- Oh!

- Shit, what are we gonna do now?

- Okay Diem, this is how it's gonna go!

Set the money outside and we set Briar inside.

But if you don't, then...

We send in pieces of Briar!

- What do you mean we send in pieces?

- I dunno, man.

- How do we fuckin' know she's even in there?

- This is her car, dipshit.

- Dipshit?

Y'know what?

Fuckin' 500 Gs sounds a hell of a lot better than 250.

Maybe I'll just dig two graves.

- Whoa!

Okay, first we're partners and now

you're digging two graves?

What the fuck is that?

- I told you don't be calling me names.

My mamma called me names.

- Holy shit, where's Briar at?

Aww, that sneaky asshole.

(tense music)

- C'mon, Briar.

- Why the fuck didn't you take the shot, man?

You had it, it was clear!

- Fuck off me!

- Who the fuck are these guys?

- You don't wanna know.

- Aww shit, you guys only got one gun?

- No.

We have one shot.

Okay?

It's okay.

I have a plan, stay calm.

Stay calm.

- I bet she ain't even got no gun, 'cause if she had,

she'd be blasting this whole time.

Fuck this shit, you know what?

I'm gonna go get my motherfuckin' money.

- I'm not going back.

I'm not going back.

- I'm not gonna let 'em take you.

I'm not gonna let 'em take you,

just go in the back room and hide.

(woman groans) (solemn music)

- It's here.

I was wrong.

(tense music)

The veil is lifted, and the darkest hour.

It's not sunset.

It's midnight!

- Time's up!

(gunshot bangs)

Mother fucker!

(shouting and grunting)

- Hey!

Hey!

Look!

(Caleb laughing)

(objects rattling)

(Briar shouting)

(distorted shouting)

(Diem screaming)

(windigo moaning)

(gunshots banging)

(woman screaming)

(gunshots banging)

(windigo growling)

(woman screaming)

(gunshot bangs)

(gun clicking)

(clock ticking)

(suspenseful music) (windigo growling)

- Are you kidding me?

You think a door's gonna stop that thing?!

- Is it leaving?!

(windigo growling)

- Okay.

Okay, we make a run for it, right?

- Shit yeah we do!

- Go ahead, I'm not leaving my fuckin' money.

- Are you guys fucking serious?

Did you not see that god damn thing?!

- It's fucking bulletproof, bro.

How you gonna fight that, huh?

Is greed more important than your lives?

You wanna die for that fuckin' money?

You know what?

I choose life.

I choose the high road.

I choose...

(tense music)

(Uri shouts)

(woman crying)

(man shouting)

- Oh god!

Oh shit, get him off me!

Oh fuck!

(man shouting)

(solemn music)

(glass breaking)

- It's smashing the lights.

(mysterious music)

- You did this.

This sick fuck is the reason why this is happening.

- I tried to warn you.

(Caleb laughing)

- Start talking.

- You said your grandfather built this house?

Did he build the walls with the wood of holly trees?

(mysterious music)

- You know I'm almost, almost finished now,

and I think this is gonna work just fine.

This'll keep those darn monsters away.

I'll make sure of that, okay?

So, I think that'll do it.

You know what we need right now?

- No.

- A great big apple pie.

- Wait, you mean to tell me that that thing

can't get in here because the walls are made of trees?

- Holly trees.

- Right.

- That's fucking nuts.

- I mean, how else could you explain it?

- Okay, its real simple.

I say we take a piece of that wall,

shove it up home boy's ass right here,

and use him as a human shield.

Easy peezy.

- I'd like to, but that's only gonna get us so far.

We need something better.

(tense music)

- Good ol' meat cleaver.

Never lets ya down.

Well, never lets me down.

Ah, serated edge.

That's for later, you don't wanna know about that.

Man, good old-fashioned hand saw.

Ya know, some people prefer a chainsaw, but not me.

Man ya just get in there, its like a delicate little dance.

Woo!

Its awesome.

I got plenty of time and plenty of toys.

Ya wanna tell me where she is?

You sure?

All right.

Gotta get through this.

Well, a little bit, here.

Oh, that might hurt a little bit.

Wow, you are a hairy fuck.

That's really connected.

Ow!

- Why don't you eat my ass, you chicken shit fucking fuck!

- Here's Johnny!

We're gonna start with this.

This is your last chance.

- [Man] All right.

It's 402 nav...

(man shouting)

- Hey!

Hey!

Whoopsie.

- [Diem] Ugh, there is nothing!

- Hold on I got something.

- It looks like a tool box.

- Yeah, because it is a tool box.

Fucking black lights?

- Yeah, my grandpa was a repair man,

used them to find leaks.

- Awesome.

- Wait, check this out.

(woman laughing)

- What?

What is it?

(woman laughing)

What?

- Cover the light.

(tense music)

- [Uri] Your grandfather did this?

- I don't know.

- It's a prayer.

- What are you doing?

- They say it can give you strength against evil spirits.

- Oh yeah, a nursery rhyme's just gonna terrify

the hell out of that thing, isn't it?

- [Uri] So what do we do, how do we kill this thing?

- Silver.

- Shut your god damn mouth!

The legend says that there are five ways

to fight the demons.

Fire.

Silver.

Bright light.

Or human sacrifice.

No, no, no.

They have to sacrifice theirself,

and they have to be pure of heart.

(banging)

(Jessie muttering)

(siren wails)

I think it's cops.

(dispatcher chattering on radio)

- [Darleen] This sucker is wrecked.

- That's very observant of you, Darleen.

Maybe we should call into headquarters

and tell 'em you cracked the case.

- This looks pretty recent.

- I'm okay, I'm okay, guys.

Holy shit, that could've been bad.

- Damn it Lance, secure that thing

before you blow your fuckin' dick off.

- If he had one.

- It's okay guys, the safety was on, okay?

Perfectly good dick.

Oh, whatever.

- Darleen, what was it that old bat said?

- Ingrid called in.

Said she heard gunshots and a car full of gang members.

- Lovely.

- I can't get through on the radio.

- Sounds about right.

- Think it's got something to do with that comet,

jacking with the signal?

- It's either that or the windingo.

- The what?

- Nasty little horned creature, likes to run around

eatin' rookie cops.

- Ed, were you born an idiot, or did that

come with the badge?

- The Indians around here say these woods

are thick with 'em.

- Whatever, man.

So do we know the resident?

- Ain't none.

Hell, this old bitch has been empty for-

- [Lance] Guys?

- So maybe Ingrid was right, and maybe

we should take this seriously.

- Yeah, and maybe it's just some kids smoking dope,

dry humping or some shit, I dunno.

- What's happening?

- I think they're arguing.

- I dunno, man.

I got a feeling.

- You've been on the force seven, eight months now?

- And what does that have to do with anything?

- And you got a feeling?

- Guys?

- Let's say we bust in there, and one of them

Mexican gang fellers shoot you in the head.

How am I supposed to explain it to Sheriff Danforth?

"Well, sir, she had herself a premonition

about some trouble brewing."

Girl, give me a fuckin' break.

- Wow, okay.

Are you done?

Can we go do our job now?

- Well, shit on me.

- That's our gang member's car.

- Girl, you're determined to make me work tonight.

- Oh, thank god.

- I don't think so.

- Get your hand off me, man.

- He's right.

- Are you two fucking crazy?

In case you haven't noticed, we just got

our asses handed to us.

(eerie music)

- Uri, in case you forgot, there's a half a million dollars

in drug money out there.

- You mean my money? - Don't fuck with me.

- Here's what we're gonna do.

You give 'em a warning, let 'em know the po po's here.

I'm gonna go around back and make sure

nobody tries to get away.

Darleen.

Darleen!

Fuck.

Darleen!

Darleen!

Drop the tough guy act.

(ominous music)

Mother of shit!

(eerie music)

- Say something.

- We're in here!

- Unlock the door!

There's blood all over the place, what the hell happened?!

We're the police, now open the fucking door!

- [Ed] Why don't you just kick it in, Rambo?

What?

It's the windingo, isn't it?

(gunshots banging) (Darleen screaming)

- I need back up!

Come in!

Request!

(windigo growling)

(Lance shouting)

- Boom, check it out, bitch.

- Okay, I know I just heard somebody scream.

- Drink up baby.

- Dude, I'm already wasted.

All right, I'm tired of getting my ass kicked.

Let's do something else.

(upbeat music)

- Truth or dare!

- Okay, I'm down.

- I dare you to pull out them titties.

- Dude.

- Oh, just do it.

- Okay.

I dare you to take your top off.

- Dude, you can't copy my dare.

Okay, fuck it.

(mysterious music)

(Locks gasping)

(Locks screaming)

(tense music) (man shouting)

- Fuck this, I'm makin' a run for it.

(windigo growling)

What are the odds these ceilings are made of holly?

- Not good.

- Okay, all right, here's what we're gonna do.

Jump out there, and I need you

to create a distraction, okay?

- [Diem] You go make a distraction, I'm going this way.

- You go that way, I go this way.

There's no way he'll be able to-

- [Diem] I'm gonna go this way, you go that way.

- One second, one second.

(Diem muttering)

Why does it matter which way we...

(snarling)

(shouting)

Shit!

(snarling)

(screaming)

(crying)

Oh god!

(solemn music)

(groans)

(mysterious music)

- You know, I was gonna jump in back there.

But you seem like you had it under control,

you know what I mean?

(eerie music)

(gasping)

(screaming)

- [Diem] The leaves.

Oh shit.

(Diem screams)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(Caleb shouting) (windigo growling)

(coughing)

(slow, dramatic music)

(groaning)

(Uri screaming)

(gun clicks)

(snarling)

(shouting)

Say cheese, motherfucker.

(gunshots banging)

(Uri screaming)

(camera whirring)

(gasps) (gunshot bangs)

(windigo growling)

(screaming)

- Is that all you fucking got?!

(coughing)

(Uri screams)

(high-pitched whirring)

(solemn music)

- It's gonna be okay.

We're gonna go get 10 new cars, remember?

Promise.

Nothing but white sand and Mexican beer from now on.

Okay?

It's gonna be okay.

(tense music)

- What in the holy shit happened here.

- Jesus.

- Want us to take care of him?

You want your gun?

- Don't bother.

Well Royce, you did it.

You found her.

Where is it?

No more bullshit.

Where is Lou's fucking money?

(tense music)

- Come and get it, bitch.

(woman screaming) (mysterious music)

* There's dead in your eyes

* For bullets and fire

* There's a masquerade of light *

* Full upon the sky

* I will be (indistinct singing) *

* I will not be (indistinct singing) *

* Did you ever even try

* And focus on the prize

(indistinct singing)

* I will not behave myself

(indistinct singing)

* I will not (distorted singing) *

(indistinct singing)

(mysterious music)

* Your temptation always clear

* It's the only thing I hear

* I don't know it's so sincere

* My god, you're vain

* I didn't know about you

* I didn't know about you

* I didn't know about you

* I didn't know about (indistinct singing) *

* Hollywood ain't just naked (indistinct singing) *

* Fuck it, beat it, tear it apart *

(indistinct singing)

* My god, I'm vain

* I didn't know about you

* I didn't know about you

* I didn't know about you

(indistinct singing)

* Hollywood ain't just naked (indistinct singing) *

(mysterious music)

(indistinct whispering)