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(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(old man gasping)

(floor creaking)

(old man gasping)

(cane clatters)

(old man gasping)

(eerie music continues)

(old man gasping)

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(old man gasping)

- Yes, I can see now.

Yes.

Oh yes.

I most certainly can see now.

(eerie music continues)

(old man gasping)

(old man grunting) (bones snapping)

(old man yelling)

You can take more.

More! More!

(eerie music intensifies)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

- Chambers Independent Contractor.

This is Brad.

Hello?

Yeah, this is Brad.

Fucking scammer assholes.

Damn it.

Hey, babe.

Yeah, no, I'm on my way right now.

Yeah, I'm gonna be a little, wait, hold on a second.

Baby, it's my sister.

Give me one second, okay?

Hey, Maddy, everything okay?

What real estate lawyer?

Yeah, I've been getting a bunch of calls.

I just thought they were fucking scammers.

Uncle who?

What? What?

Get the fuck outta here.

You're kidding, right?

(Brad laughs)

- Ooh, look at me.

Now we just have to get the curtain and rug to match.

You're good.

- I'm only as good as my clients.

- No, no, no, no, no.

You don't understand.

I never thought I'd wanna get this close to a mirror again.

I didn't have my hair done since the divorce.

- Oh my gosh. I'm sorry.

- Don't be.

It's wonderful without him.

He was a fucking asshole. (laughs)

He wasn't always like that,

but, oh God, did he turn into a monster.

Oh, you're married, huh?

How long?

- Yeah. Five years now.

- You love him.

I can tell by the look on your face.

- Well, he's a handful, but we're best friends,

so I guess we're stuck together forever now.

- I remember promising Curtis we'd die together.

Now I wouldn't care if he fell down a manhole

and crushed his skull.

(phone chimes)

- Oh.

Here he is.

Here to pick me up.

- You know, Curtis and I were married young too.

You can't even dream of how worse it gets.

(eerie music)

Yeah, I'm coming back to you.

But only you, okay?

You are very, very good.

(radio playing upbeat music)

- I had a weird day.

- I fucking love you.

- I love you.

Promise me we'll never get divorced.

- Easy. Already did.

- Promise me we'll die at the same time.

- Let's just not die, how about that?

- Seriously though, I don't wanna think about being

without you ever in my life.

So let's just promise each other now

we'll die at the same time, okay?

- I can live with that.

- Good.

- Good. Good.

- Good.

(radio playing upbeat music)

You okay?

- What do you mean?

- [Julia] I don't know.

You have a funny look on your face.

- What?

- Okay.

Whatever.

What do you want for dinner?

- I want to go out.

- [Julia] Yeah, right.

- To the city.

- Babe, come on.

We're saving money.

We said no eating out for a while.

- Oh, no, no, no.

That's what you said.

No, I wouldn't say that.

That's not my style.

- Uh...

Babe, you missed our turn.

- No, I didn't.

- Seriously.

(phone rings)

- [Brad] Oh, oh.

Hold on a second. - Where are we going?

- Hey, is this Ronnie?

Hey.

Yeah, yeah, we're on the way right now.

All right, yeah,

well, we should be there in about 30 minutes.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

- Brad, what the fuck?

- Oh, uh, wrong number.

Weird.

- Such an idiot.

- It's a surprise.

Okay? - [Julia] What is it?

I wanna go home.

- [Brad] Your surprise. - I don't like surprises.

- We will go home.

- [Julia] Is it good? - You'll see.

(upbeat music)

(birds chirping)

- No fucking way.

- I told you I was gonna get us a house someday.

- Yeah, but-

- But what? It's a dump?

Obviously. I got eyes, Jules.

But I'm a builder.

You give me two, three months,

I can turn this place into a castle.

- How?

- Well, I mean, I gotta look on the inside first.

Check the electrical-

- No, I need more of an explanation.

How is this yours?

Ours, whatever the fuck this is.

- My uncle, I guess.

My mom's brother.

Was his house, and now he's dead.

No wife, no kids.

Mom's in the nut house.

Dad's dad.

And Maddy, she doesn't wanna deal with it.

She thinks I could take it, fix it up.

- I mean-

- I mean, I can, all right?

And Maddy knows we've been trying

to get outta that tiny-ass apartment for years.

- I didn't even know you had an uncle.

- Yeah, me neither.

(car door shuts)

- Who's that?

- Oh, that's the lawyer guy.

- Is this all happening like right now?

- No, no, no, no, no.

I'm just gonna check out the place.

He's gonna give some papers.

- Brad, well, you probably-

(Brad sputters)

You can't just get a house. - Hey!

- Hi. Brad?

- Yes.

- All right, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- And this is your wife?

- [Brad] Yes, this is Julia.

- Hi. Okay.

Beautiful.

So what do you think?

It's a very unique house,

isn't it? - No, it's cool.

I love it.

I love the neighborhood.

It's actually exciting to have some yard space.

- So how does this work?

Brad doesn't just get a house, right?

- No, it's not so simple.

- She's worried about taxes, stuff like that.

- Yes, there are back taxes and fees of course.

But that's all months from now.

As I explained to you on the phone, Brad,

your uncle didn't have a will.

He didn't have an executor to be in charge of the property.

And to go into probate, I need you to be the administrator.

You'd be great at that.

And then the administrator decides who gets the house,

which will be you beautiful young people. (chuckles)

And you can decide to sell it if you'd like,

but that's up to you.

- We can sell it?

- But he's saying we don't have to.

- But he's saying we can.

- If you want,

you can take some inventory of the assets inside.

I'm just happy to have met you

because I've been looking for an inheritor for your uncle

for a very long time.

In the end, he didn't have many relationships.

If you don't mind taking a look at these papers.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact my office.

- [Brad] Do you think we can go inside?

- No.

But if I were to leave and the door was unlocked...

(Brad chuckles)

- Did he die in the house?

- Yes.

But I don't think he's still in there.

(Brad laughs)

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Thank you.

- [Ronnie] Okay.

- [Julia] Brad, come on.

I don't wanna go in there right now.

(door creaks)

- [Brad] Oopsie.

- God damn it.

- We have to look, Jules.

It's our future in here.

(gentle music)

(Brad laughs)

- Okay. I don't hate this.

- Look at us, Jules.

Imagine us living in this fucking luxury!

- [Julia] What's that smell?

- [Brad] Good fortune.

- [Julia] No. Smells like someone died in here.

- [Brad] You're not wrong.

(Brad laughing)

Oh yeah, I can fix this.

- Ew.

- [Brad] I'm Uncle Theos!

Take the house!

- Get out!

- Please.

Honey, we'd be nuts not to move in this place.

- I don't know if we can afford to, baby.

We have no idea

how much this is gonna cost. - Honey, we've been saving

for what, like three years already?

- For a down payment on something.

How do we know it's enough for this?

- The guy said we could sell whatever we want.

- I mean, is there anything to sell?

- I don't know.

Light switch...

Ah, here it is.

Let there be light.

I like the ceilings.

- So fucking hot up here.

- Let's see if this one works.

Yeah.

It still works. Great.

- Oh.

- What's behind door number one?

(dramatic music)

Oh, what the hell is this?

You ever see anything like that?

- Mm-mm.

(Brad sneezes)

Are you okay?

- Yeah, no, it's just allergies.

- Ooh. Could be mold, baby.

Let's get outta here.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

Yeah, I know a guy who does inspections.

I'll just have him take a look at it.

He owes me one.

But aren't you curious what's behind this door?

- Um...

No. It's probably your dead uncle's fucking ghost.

Or something.

(Brad knocks on door)

- Uncle Theos, you in there?

- Stop that.

(Brad knocks on doors)

- It's me!

Brad, your nephew!

- Come on. That's not funny.

- I love what you've done with the place, bud!

- Stop it!

(dramatic music)

Fuck this. I'm getting outta here.

- It's fine.

- I don't like this! - It's okay.

(eerie music)

- Okay, that's enough for today.

I wanna get the fuck outta here.

- Baby, relax.

- I'm absolutely not going back in there!

I wanna go home!

- I probably just rattled something on the other side!

Come on!

(eerie music continues)

- You know how you get a little obsessive

about things sometimes?

Just promise me you won't get that way about this house.

We need to make sure it's the right thing

before we spend everything we have.

- Of course, baby.

You know I just want the best of everything for us.

For you.

What are you reading?

- Taxes.

- Taxes.

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, I don't care about taxes!

- Okay, but I care about taxes.

- I don't care about taxes!

- You should care about taxes.

- No, no-

- Taxes are important.

- It's not. It's not important.

Trust me, it's not important.

Okay?

- No, we can't have the house.

- Glad you guys didn't have to pay for this shit hole.

- [Brad] Oh, what, are you jealous?

- (scoffs) No.

I mean, it's big.

- It's a shit hole now,

but wait until you see what I'm gonna do to it, man.

Barbecues, 4th of July, fight nights.

- You know what you need to break this house in?

To fuck Julia in every single room.

- That's crazy

'cause your mom asked me to do the same thing.

- That's crazy because you wouldn't last 10 seconds

with my mom.

She's a fucking beast.

- [Brad] That's fucked up, man.

- [Carl] Yeah.

- That's your mother.

- [Carl] Yeah, I know.

- [Brad] She raised you way better than that.

- I know. Thank you.

- [Brad] I'm gonna tell your mom.

- Please don't.

(both laugh)

- The house seemed like way too much for us at first,

but I don't know, I think I've kind of come around to it.

Brad really loves it.

- Yeah, I think it's cute.

- Yeah, and we had just enough to pay the taxes and stuff.

Plus we don't have to carry a mortgage.

- No way.

- Which is like amazing. Yeah.

And Brad's gonna do all the renovation stuff himself,

which is a huge help.

And I don't know,

we talked about like maybe starting a family.

- No way.

You're gonna have tiny babies?

The pitter patter of little feet.

- Maybe.

I mean, there's so much space,

I feel like I could open my own salon in here.

- Oh, so you're gonna compete with me now?

Traitor. - Girl, please.

I was gonna ask you to finance me.

We're broke now.

- [Lana] Oh my gosh, look at all these sweaty men.

- 'Sup, girls?

- You guys want a beer?

- Yes, please.

- Well, Carl's gonna pick up the pizza.

You gonna give Lana the grand tour?

- Yeah, I'm fucking starving, bro.

- We couldn't afford to pay rent plus everything else,

so Brad's gonna be renovating every room while we live here.

- Well, it's better than that tiny slum place you were in.

- I'm gonna miss the tiny slum place

in the best part of the city.

- What's that smell?

- I know, right?

At first we thought it was all that garbage in here,

but then we thought it was mold 'cause Brad has an allergy,

but the mold guy didn't find anything.

- I think it's coming from over here.

- Yeah, then there's this door.

- This is bad!

Do you know what this is?

This is an evil eye.

- What do you mean?

- Have you opened it?

- Yeah, but look at this.

(door creaking)

- Girl, no.

- Step aside, ladies.

- Look, it's a symbol of evil.

I really think you need to do a cleanse.

- Really?

- We don't need to do a cleanse, okay?

It's clearly some type of leak.

I'll just take it down, fix the problem.

All right.

You may wanna step back a little bit.

- Okay.

(hammer thudding)

- What the fuck?

Ugh. What the fuck happened here?

- [Brad] Jules!

- What happened?

Oh my god.

- It's a hidden room.

- Is this where the oil's coming from?

- [Brad] Yeah, it seems like it.

Whatever it is, it looks important.

- Oh my god.

Please don't let this be a fucking dead body.

- Relax. It's not a dead body.

Feels hard though.

- Because it's fucking mummified or something.

- Relax.

- Okay.

(eerie music)

(suspenseful music)

That's a face.

- [Brad] It's a statue.

Here, help me take it off.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh my god.

- Shit.

I fucking knew it.

- [Julia] Is it real though?

- [Brad] Look at it.

It's probably worth a small fortune.

Oh my god. (laughs)

Wow.

Uncle Theos, you fucking son of a bitch.

No wonder he put up this plaster wall.

The old bastard really was trying

to hide his fucking treasure.

- Do you really think it's worth anything?

- Fuck yeah.

(eerie music)

(tense music)

(tense music rustles)

- [Whispering Voice] Jules.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(flesh squelching)

(Julia gasps)

(suspenseful music continues)

(flesh rips)

(Julia screams)

(birds chirping)

(Brad sniffles)

(Julia knocks on wall)

- Hey. - Hey.

- Oh my god, look at your face.

- Yeah, I think that black shit was the problem.

Tried to get rid of as much as I can.

- Uh, where is that thing?

- [Brad] Isn't it sweet?

- [Julia] I mean, I don't love it

as a centerpiece of my living room, but-

- [Brad] I mean, it's way better down here than rotting away

in that toxic room upstairs.

And I'll change the base, hun.

Don't worry.

- [Julia] I actually posted about this.

Let me see if anyone said anything.

- [Brad] Man, I swear,

I feel way better with that room cleared out.

- [Julia] Oh, your sister commented.

- [Brad] Really? What'd she say?

- [Julia] Yeah.

"I remember Mom saying uncle used to work

"at University of Chicago.

"You should look it up and see if anywhere there

"knows what it could be."

I just looked.

Theos Chambers, University of Chicago.

And look.

- Holy shit, look at him.

Theos Z. Chambers,

distinguished professor of religious history

and former dean of the School of Comparative Religion,

was suspended for physically attacking students

following disappearance.

- Oh.

So he was crazy.

- No, don't say that.

I don't like that.

- Sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

- Where was that from?

- U Chicago News, I guess, 2007.

Should I call the school?

See if anyone there remembers him

that could come look at the thing?

- I guess if you want to.

- Don't you wanna know if we can sell it?

- Yeah.

Sure. Of course.

Well, I better get back to it.

Gotta keep working on the house.

- Yeah.

Well, I should go get ready.

Lana'll be here any second.

I love you.

- Love you too.

- Your eyes look so weird.

- Just the light in the room, sweetie.

- Okay.

(eerie music)

(machine whirring)

(drill whirring)

(Brad grunts)

- How to save money, you gotta buy the shit one.

(eerie music continues)

(Brad grunts)

Fuck! Fuck.

(eerie music continues)

- [Lana] Julia, can I get a hand?

(eerie music continues)

(finger scraping)

(oil squelching)

(eerie music continues)

(Brad giggles)

- [Julia] Thanks, Lana!

See you tomorrow!

Oh, for Christ's sake.

(Brad giggles)

Brad?

(Brad giggles)

(electricity crackling)

(eerie music)

Brad!

- Jesus Christ.

- Sorry. Are you okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

You scared me. (laughs)

- [Julia] What the hell are you doing?

- Huh?

- Oh, yeah.

I was noticing a flicker in one of the bulbs,

so I changed the bulb,

and then I think the wiring's just old,

so I may have to rewire the whole circuit now.

Another thing to do.

Anyways how are you?

- Good.

(Brad grunts)

Oh, are you okay?

(Brad giggles)

Funny.

- Sorry, I stink, baby.

- It's okay. I like it.

- Well, wait until you taste my breath.

- Mm. Great.

- You know, it's come to my attention

that we have not banged in the dining room yet.

- What are we gonna do about that?

- We're gonna have to change that.

- Hey, your allergies look so much better.

Wait...

Did you not go to work today?

- [Brad] What do you mean?

- What do you mean what do I mean?

- Baby, I gotta fix this house.

Are you kidding me?

- We just spent all of our savings.

There's like a million things we're gonna need money for.

- And I'm saving us money by doing all the work.

- So you're just gonna stay home from work, till when?

- You just, you don't get it.

(eerie music)

- "See with yellow eyes, you are a gateway.

"I have the power to create or destroy precious life.

"I am fire.

"Drink me.

"I am pleasure.

"Take me inside."

Oh my, this is terrific.

- Sounds awful to me.

- Well, I was referring to the significance of the text.

What you have here is clearly an altar, perhaps sacrificial,

which is rare, but not out of the question

for ancient Mesopotamia.

This is the absolutely unique blend of Akkadian and Sumeric,

yet there's Ugaritic and Sanskrit.

This is just fascinating.

- Yeah, well we just know our ABCs here, Doc.

- Now my rudimentary interpretation

is that this is a fertility God,

hence the pregnant belly and the exposed phallus.

Now what you two do not know is that it is told

in a Dionysian tone, representing the relationship

between suffering and gratification.

Now fire to be all consumed by

or to act upon one's raw, carnal, animalistic lust

to the point of self-destruction.

Ancient religions could be quite violent.

- No shit.

- Sounds a little bit like the devil.

- Well actually, this predates

Christianity's very concept of the devil

by about 2,000 years.

Ancient cultures did not share

the same diametric ideologies.

- Do you think Brad's uncle was hiding it

because it's valuable?

- Hard to say, but a man of his

esteemed credentials would know better.

He would take this piece to a museum

or a university for study.

What he did was quite selfish.

But knowing what I know about him,

I would say that's expected.

- And what does that mean?

- Well, no offense, but your uncle was a infamous recluse.

He was brilliant though.

He specialized in rights and rituals of ancient cultures.

Now in the comparative religion schools,

they state that the only way

you can understand a culture's belief system

is to practice it yourself.

I wonder...

These in-lain texts read like warnings.

I'd like to study it myself.

Let me discuss it with the university.

Perhaps a offer of acquisition could be made.

- How much would something like this pay us?

- Well, it's hard to say,

but due to the age and authenticity of this piece,

it could be something quite significant.

What's this?

- Thank you, Professor,

but to be honest, I'm not sure we want to sell it.

- [Julia] Brad.

- [Brad] What?

- Don't be rude.

We brought him here because-

- I know, but it's a family heirloom,

and my uncle went through a lot of trouble to get it here.

- Well, if you change your mind, you have my card.

You can call me anytime.

Your uncle was an academic.

I can assure you he planned to share the study of this.

- What the hell was that?

- That guy was a fucking asshole.

You heard the way he was talking down to us.

He thinks we're suckers, baby.

There's no way he's gonna pay us

what that thing's actually worth.

- How do you know?

You don't even know how much it's worth.

I thought we wanted to get rid of it!

I don't want that in my house anymore, Brad!

- I get it!

- That thing creeps-

- I get it! You're mad!

I'm sorry.

- And family heirloom?

What the fuck was that?

All of a sudden you were in love

with this weird, ugly statue.

- I like it!

I can't explain it.

- [Julia] You didn't even know your uncle.

- [Demonic Voice] I know he had a limp dick

and a guilty conscience.

- What?

- I said I like the statue.

You know, I think it's cool.

What's wrong with that?

- No.

Did you say your uncle had a limp dick?

(Brad laughs)

- What?

No.

- Are you fucking with me?

- Are you fucking with me?

(Brad laughs)

Look, remember that job I did in Lake Forest,

you know the McMansion?

They're antique people, all right?

I'll give them the call.

I'll have them look at it.

You know, we gotta get a second opinion on this, honey.

It's like with anything else.

- Yeah.

All right.

I just really don't want it in the living room.

- I'll move it, okay?

To the basement, how's that sound?

- You have to get more sleep.

- Tell me about it.

- I keep waking up and you're not in bed.

You're doing too much.

You have to get more sleep,

and you have to go back to work soon.

- No, don't start with that.

These dreams don't build themself, puddin'.

- Yeah.

Well, Lana's not too hot on the idea of going in

on a private client thing with me here, so...

- You're not being direct enough, honey.

No, no. Listen.

You know, she's a rich little heiress.

They're used to getting whatever they want

whenever they want.

She's not gonna appreciate the subtle approach, Jules.

- Okay, Donald.

Teaching me the art of the deal now are ya?

- I got an idea.

How about we throw a little barbecue this weekend?

Right, now hold on.

We show her that the place

is a little bit more cleaned up.

I'll tell her all about how awesome it's gonna be.

- You should tell her with your shirt off.

That seems to work pretty well.

- Okay. Stop it.

- I'm joking.

I'm not joking.

Well, I guess if we're not selling the thing right away,

we could have a little party.

- All right. - That'd be nice.

- All right.

- It's gonna be great.

- Yeah. - Right?

- We'll see.

- Where is this coming from?

- You'll see.

- I guess today it's in the kitchen.

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(Brad coughs)

(oil splatters)

- [Student] You said several times in the past

that you think most so-called possessions

are just psychological or hysteric.

Why was Katie Harmon different?

- Well, there is a myth.

No, no, not a myth.

A legend, a fact, of power

that comes from an evil that you can't possibly understand

unless you see what it does.

I have seen it take hold of good people, innocent people.

And once it's inside of them, it can never be removed.

- [Student] Was that evil inside Katie Harmon?

Do you still believe that God can help people like Katie?

Father Penrose, do you still believe in God?

What happened to Katie?

(something thudding)

- Brad?

Brad, where are you?

You're freaking me out, baby.

Brad?

(something thudding)

(floor creaking)

Are you in there?

(something thudding)

(Brad giggles)

Brad?

(floor creaking)

Brad?

You up here?

Answer me for fuck's sake.

- We'll see!

(Julia screams)

It's me, Jules. It's me. (laughs)

I'm sorry, Jules.

I had to.

You should have seen your face.

Look at your face. (laughs)

- It's not funny!

What the hell are you doing up here?

- Oh, I was rewiring the dining room,

and then I think I heard something.

We might have a raccoon.

Look at this cool shit I found.

- I'm getting out of here.

(tense music)

What the hell's that on your face?

(creature chittering)

- Little son of a bitch.

- What are you doing?

- [Brad] I'm gonna get ya.

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna get ya. (grunting)

(tense music continues)

- Stop!

Brad!

Brad, stop it!

(tense music continues)

Stop!

Stop!

Brad, stop!

Brad!

(Julia panting)

(tense music continues)

(Brad laughs)

He just tries so hard at everything.

- Yeah.

He's very intense.

- I know.

It used to be exciting.

- What is it now?

- I don't know.

Scary.

- Thought we were corn holing, bro.

What's your deal, bro?

- I've just been thinking a lot about his family

and this crazy uncle

and the whole mental illness is a family disease thing and-

- I don't believe in that mental health stuff.

Did he hit himself on the head? No?

Okay, so he's fine.

- It's not stuff.

They've had a really rough few years.

- I don't know, Julia.

This place has bad energy.

It needs a cleanse.

I'll bring my sage, and we'll take care of it.

But I really think that's what you need to do.

- My family used to be so religious,

and I don't believe in that stuff anymore.

I don't think I do.

What if he's like bipolar or something

and he needs to see doctor for pills?

He beat a fucking animal to death in our house, Lana.

- Listen ladies, if we ain't corn holing,

I wanna see this secret room.

(eerie music)

- More.

- [Julia] I made him put it in the basement.

It was creeping me out.

- See? I told you, evil.

- Yellow Eyes sounds like a fun fellow to me.

- More.

- Brad?

Brad, you down here?

- Yo, fuck corn hole.

I'm good down here.

- Look at its beautiful eyes.

That's real gold.

- Yo, look at his little dick.

And I know dicks, darling.

(everyone laughs)

- There you are.

- [Carl] Yo.

I think your girl is DTF and likes to party.

- Loves to.

- Honey, don't be weird.

Why are you wearing sunglasses?

- [Carl] Julia tells me you're trying to get some big moolah

for this thing.

You better make a offering to Yellow Eyes

if you wanna get paid.

(Brad chuckles)

- [Brad] I think you're right.

All right, you guys ready?

- [Carl] Bro. - [Lana] That's crazy.

- [Carl] The eyes are spinning.

- [Lana] How is it doing that?

- [Brad] Maybe we should offer it more.

- Do you guys wanna go upstairs?

It's gross down here.

- Yeah, it's nasty.

- You coming?

- No, Carl and I are gonna hang down here for a bit.

He's gonna help me fix some other stuff.

- Uh, okay.

Just hurry up.

We still have burgers and stuff upstairs.

- [Carl] Yeah, cool, ladies.

- Be up in a few.

- Okay.

- [Carl] What other cool shit you got down here, bro?

(eerie music)

(tense music)

(Carl groaning)

(flesh squelching)

(chaotic music)

(Carl groaning)

(Carl panting)

(Julia sighs)

- You got this.

I mean, you saw all that light in the living room.

I feel like with some plants,

the clients would feel so vibey.

You know what I mean?

- You know, this old woman actually came in begging

for you on your day off.

You work here two or three days a week

and we could charge picky clients like that extra.

They love anything that makes them feel special.

- Right, and I could serve them tea,

and it'll be this whole cozy, posh thing.

- A private experience.

- Yes. An experience.

(door creaks)

- Are you ready to get stuffed 'cause I'm fucking hungry.

- Where's Carl?

- He said he had to split.

- Wait, seriously?

That's so weird.

- Yeah, he's a fucked up guy, right?

- Did you see Carl leave?

- I'll come middle of the week,

sage the house, order everything,

tell that lady to come in as kind of a tryout,

and charge her double.

We split 50/50.

- Great.

(flames roar)

It's just the two of us, I guess.

Baby, you were so right.

I told Lana exactly what I wanted and she was so...

- [Demonic Voice] You have to burn like the sun

to shine like it, Julia.

- What are you doing, baby?

- Burn us all.

(tense music)

(door creaks)

Burn!

(water running)

(door bangs)

(Brad groaning and growling)

- Brad?

Brad?

What's happening?

- It's not me, Jules. (sobbing)

It's not me.

It's not me.

(eerie music)

(Brad yelling)

(door rattling)

- Brad?

Are you okay?

(Brad screams)

Stop it!

Stop it!

(high pitch ringing)

(Julia sobs)

(Brad breathing)

(eerie music)

(footsteps thudding)

(something thuds)

(phone ringing)

- Hi.

It's great.

Big change, you know?

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry to call so late,

it's just, I think...

Brad's having some trouble

and I really think if you...

No, I know.

I just, I think he's really, really sick.

No, don't worry.

He's fine now, I think.

Mm-hmm.

Good night.

- Was that Maddy?

- Yeah, it was.

She wants to know how you're doing, baby.

- She did?

(eerie music)

(Brad breathing)

- Do you remember our first date?

- I remember the first time you got fucked in the ass.

- We went walking together by the water for hours.

I had these awful shoe bites

because I was wearing new sandals without any socks.

- I'm gonna stab you to death.

- You, you were so thoughtful.

You saw that I was bleeding and you lent me your socks,

and I couldn't believe it,

but I actually put on your used socks.

I hardly knew you and I could tell you'd do anything for me.

I started falling in love with you for it

on that first date.

Isn't that funny?

- My jewel.

I love you so much.

- Let me know what I can do to help you, baby.

- Let me fist fuck your corpse.

I called you Jules 'cause you're shiny like a jewel.

Let's kill my sister and eat her cunt babies together.

My perfect jewel.

I don't wanna hurt you.

I'm scared, Jules.

I'm so scared. (sobbing)

(Yellow Eyes grumbling)

(doorbell ringing)

- Well, hello there.

I said, hello there.

- What are you doing here?

- [Gretchen] For my hair, sweetie? Why else?

- Look, I'm sorry, but you can't be here.

- Well, your boss said that you were doing home services.

We tried to call you, but you didn't answer.

I have a hot date tonight.

Do you believe it? (giggles)

My roots are showing, and I am desperate.

You are the absolute best.

- I'm sorry.

I can't.

I have an emergency.

- Oh, please. There's no greater emergency than mine.

Imagine not being laid for 20 years.

- I'm sorry. I can't.

- Um...

I'll pay you $300. Hmm?

- No.

- Four?

- No. - Five?

- No.

- Hey, look, I could do this all day.

I sold all my ex-husband's shit in the divorce,

so mama is going to get what mama wants tonight.

- Hang on one second, okay?

Brad, baby, are you here?

Brad?

What the fuck?

Brad!

(footsteps thudding)

(phone ringing)

- [Dr. Gross] Hello?

- Hi.

Mr. Gross, this is Julia Chambers,

the one with the Yellow Eyes altar deity thing.

- [Dr. Gross] Yes, it's Dr. Gross, but sure, I remember.

- Do you still want it?

Can you take it today?

- [Dr. Gross] I'm afraid that's not possible.

There's a protocol for the university's acquisition of-

- No, you don't understand.

I'll pay you.

Can you just take it out of here?

I'll give you $500.

- [Dr. Gross] Listen, Mrs. Chambers,

I'm not a man with a van.

I don't just-

- Cash. Today.

You said this is an important artifact.

If Theos Chambers wanted it, you do too.

- [Dr. Gross] I'll come there in an hour or so.

- What's your husband's name?

- Depends.

- What, sweetheart?

I like your house.

Small.

I bet you and your husband call it cozy, right?

(something thuds)

What's that noise?

Your husband?

Is he gonna keep making that noise?

(something thuds)

For God's sake, if he doesn't stop doing that,

you're gonna poke my eye out.

- I'm sorry. I'll ask him to keep it down.

- If it weren't for their dicks

and their wallets, right? (laughs)

- Brad? Honey, can you please keep it down?

I'm trying to work.

Listen, you fucking...

Whatever the fuck you are.

I'll let you out when you get the fuck out of my husband

and you leave us alone.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

- I'm glad we decided to go lighter.

When you're older than dirt,

you need all the help you can get.

(tense music)

(Gretchen groaning)

- If only Curtis could watch us shut you up, Gretchen.

- Sorry, my husband's been working...

Gretchen?

(Gretchen groaning) (blood squelching)

(flesh ripping)

(eerie music)

Brad?

Brad?

- [Yellow Eyes] Julia, we see you.

- Carl?

- [Yellow Eyes] I am everyone.

I am all of you.

- Please, I know you can hear me.

I wanna...

- We can't wait to drink you.

(blood squelching)

Let's make more of me.

(Julia gasping)

(Yellow Eyes wheezing)

(Julia grunting)

(Julia panting)

- Oh fuck.

- So am I to gather

that because you have a possessed zombie friend

in the basement,

I will not be leaving with the artifact today?

Look, I'm sorry.

If you really feel that you're in danger,

you ought to call the police.

- But it's not Brad.

It's this Yellow Eyes thing.

I think it takes over their minds and their bodies.

- It's very possible to become engrossed

in the symbolism of any mythology and act it out.

That's called a psychological fervor.

It happens in every religious tradition.

Runs in the family apparently.

- What do you mean?

- Dr. Chambers was arrested for attacking students,

but that's not what happened.

He was grooming them for occult activities,

hosting debauched parties,

and the word just got back to the university.

I can assure you he was nothing

but a old harmless pervert with a God complex.

Mr. Chambers.

Nice to see you again.

You're looking well.

I was just, uh, hanging out with the wife.

She invited me over to fetch the artifact.

- Yes. My wife's a lovely host, isn't she?

The artifact, it's in the basement.

Come on.

- You know, your wife seems to think

that the idea of the altar has had an effect on you,

so to speak.

- [Brad] What idea is that?

- Debauchery.

You know what? This is silly.

I don't even know what I was thinking.

I was just overly enthusiastic about seeing the artifact.

You know what? I'm not even the guy that

should be doing this.

- You have all the help you need here.

Now wrap your arms around me.

- Brad, what are you doing?

(Dr. Gross yelling)

(flesh squelching)

Brad, stop it!

(Julia grunts)

(blood squelches) (Carl groans)

I know you're still in there!

(tense music)

(chaotic music)

- Brad, Julia, anybody home?

Let's cleanse this space.

Brad? Julia?

(eerie music whooshes)

- You're Abbot Penrose.

They told me you were here.

I know about your vow.

I know you don't do what you used to do anymore,

but I need your help.

My husband is possessed.

I know it's real.

I've seen it.

I just need him back.

Please help me!

I need a fucking exorcist, do you hear me?

Please.

Please help me.

Only God, only some kind of God can help him now.

Please fucking help me!

(eerie music whooshes)

I'm not fucking around, Father.

My Brad, he's still in there behind those yellow eyes,

and I just...

- Yellow eyes?

- You know what it is?

Please.

- What is it you think I can do?

Make sense out of insanity?

Say a prayer over him or chant,

"The power of Christ compels you,"

and turn chaos into order like magic?

Do you really believe a demon like this gives a shit

about the power of a God it's never known?

You want to free him?

And stop him from taking everyone you've ever known

or loved with him?

You take this and you pull it across his throat.

- If I put this through his throat, Father,

I'll be putting it to my own,

and it'll be because you told me to.

- Don't put your conscience on me, child.

- Why not? You put yours on us.

You've given up on people,

but you're just as evil if you don't do anything

when you know you can help us.

You said a priest can't exercise a demon for good.

For how long?

- It is not-

- How long?

- Perhaps just long enough

for you to see his true self one last time.

- I kindly ask all negative spirits

to please exit the space,

make room for only positivity

as Brad and Julia create their home.

Brad, is Julia here?

- No, Lana. She's not.

Let's pretend I'm not Brad.

- But you are Brad.

- No.

I'm just a guy who wants you.

- Oh my god, don't say that.

Julia's my friend.

- Sure she is.

- Oh fuck.

Brad, we can't.

- Yes, we can.

- No. Please stop.

(eerie music whooshes)

- [Penrose] If you can get us to the altar,

we might have a chance.

How many has it taken?

- [Julia] Two, I think, one is dead.

- No, it doesn't want them dead.

It wants them miserable.

Yellow Eyes wants you to suffer, to crave.

The more souls it can bring to the sacrifice,

the stronger it gets

and the longer they live so they can feed and host it,

potentially forever.

- Holy water?

Will that stop them?

- No, I'm thirsty.

Please open that.

I tracked this down

when I realized that Yellow Eyes was older

and more powerful than I could understand.

Your husband is the first, means he was chosen.

He is hosting the demon, gathering its cult of followers.

When was the last time you heard your husband's voice?

I mean, and we're certain that it was really him?

- Two nights ago, I think.

I asked him to remember our first date.

And he told me he loved me.

- Well, if he can hear you,

anything that might make the old Brad feel something

that (sighs) isn't the demon

might give me enough time to breach the altar.

Understand this, if they don't get what they need

and we don't get out on time, they will kill to get it back.

(eerie music)

Do you understand?

(eerie music continues)

- [Julia] Fuck. Where is that flashlight?

- [Penrose] You have it.

- [Julia] Right.

(floor creaking)

- [Penrose] Oh Jesus.

(Yellow Eyes moaning and groaning)

(chaotic music)

(oil dripping)

- [Yellow Eyes] Look who's come to join us.

Welcome home.

- We came to help you.

- [Yellow Eyes] Penrose, the failure,

we thought you gave up.

Come to pray for us?

- I learned the last time

that you're more powerful than I am.

You are legion, the many.

You can't be defeated.

- [Yellow Eyes] Sleep with us, you failed fuck.

- I might do that this time.

I feel we belong together.

- [Yellow Eyes] Don't patronize us, you fucking cunt!

- Julia.

- Brad, I know you can hear me,

and I know you still love me.

- [Yellow Eyes] Drink.

Join us so we can always be together.

- Have mercy on us, oh God,

with your steadfast love according to your mercy,

blot out our transgressions.

- Remember our wedding day?

Your sister Maddy was there.

Your mom too.

Your mom looked so healthy.

She was having such a good day

that day, remember? - Search my soul, oh God.

You know me.

You know I love you.

- Remember what you said to me!

- [Penrose] Mercy on our friends.

- In front of all of our friends,

right after Carl's speech.

You looked at me,

you kissed me,

and you said...

- My jewel.

My precious jewel.

- Lord, set them free.

(Yellow Eyes howls)

- Stay with me!

- [Yellow Eyes] I need it!

(Penrose grunting)

I need it!

(Julia grunting and panting)

And I'll make you beg for it.

- [Penrose] Ow!

(Penrose grunts)

(Julia groaning and panting)

To the faithless Father...

And the faithful wife.

(Julia grunts) (knife clatters)

- I love you, baby.

Let me give you what you need.

What you all need.

(Julia grunts)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

- [Yellow Eyes] No!

(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)

- What now, Father?

- Without these they'll dry out.

- And then will they change back?

- We'll open the door and find out.

(Yellow Eyes banging on door)

- Ronnie, so glad you can make it

to our little house warming.

- Congratulations to the handsome couple.

Well, thank you for inviting me.

Wow.

- I'll tell you, I got the map.

Quite a party.

- How you doing?

- Hey, nice to meet you.

You know, we work so hard in these house acquisitions

and usually we never see the client again.

So thank you so much for including me.

I appreciate it.

- Of course.

Friends and family, Ronnie.

Friends and family.

Baby, Ronnie's here.

- Hey.

- [Brad] Ronnie.

- What's this? A priest?

Here to bless the house?

- Jules, get this man a drink.

You look thirsty.

- Yep.

My wife hates it when I drink midday,

but, you know, it's an occasion.

Oh.

- [Julia] I'll just say you weren't here.

(chaotic music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

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(eerie music continues)

(eerie music continues)