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(dog barking in distance)

(Mrs. Peterson panting in fear)

- [Mrs. Peterson] No.

Oh. (sobbing)

Oh. (breathes shallowly)

No.

(gun cocks)

Wait, no, wait!

No! Why are you doing this?

No! No!

(gunshots blasting)

(tense music)

(door creaking)

(tense music)

(door creaking) (Malachi panting)

(tense music)

(gunshot blasts)

(tense music)

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music escalating)

(tensely suspenseful music continues escalating)

(gunshot blasts)

(dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music fades)

(birds chirping)

(snuff splatters)

(birds chirping)

(soft foreboding music)

(dog barks in distance)

(door thuds)

(lock clicks)

(dog barking in distance)

- Mr. Peterson?

(dog barking in distance)

Mr. Peterson?

(dog barking in distance)

(drink sloshes in mouth)

(Hartmann spits drink)

(dog barking in distance)

(food crunching softly) (dog barking in distance)

Mm.

Should've microwaved it.

(foreboding music)

(phone buttons beeping)

(call ringing)

- [Mayor] Hartmann.

- Mayor.

Well, you were right.

That, uh, "Lord of the Flies" legend is true.

What do you want me to do?

- [Mayor] You said you have another buyer lined up?

- Yeah, there was this guy, um.

Fuck. Forgot his fucking name.

Dammit. It'll come to me.

Uh, but he was bidding on it

at the same time as the Petersons,

and I did hit him up

and I told him they may be backing out.

So I told him I'd keep him posted though.

- [Mayor] You can quit being a full-time agent.

This will be your only assignment.

And don't fuck this opportunity up for us.

You do whatever it takes to make sure

we sell this house every one to two months,

and we're gonna make a lot of fucking money.

Just get the fucking signatures,

get the other guy under contract,

and close the fucking deal.

You got it?

- Yeah.

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

- [Brad] All right, guys. Look, we're close.

Actually, wait, no, I should start saying y'all.

Shouldn't I?

Like this. Talk like this.

I mean, we're in Texas.

Hey, handsome, you wanna talk like a Texan?

- [Michael] I don't think they talk like dorks, Dad.

- [Michelle] You're right, Michael. They don't.

That's just your dad.

- Oh, wait, wait, okay.

Yeah.

Here it is.

This is it!

Y'all love it or what?

Texas residence.

- A turquoise door?

I mean, whose idea was that?

- Well, yeah, baby.

I mean, there's stuff that we're gonna like gonna have to,

we're gonna have to change some stuff, yeah.

But it's more of like about the bigger picture...

You can't tell me that's not a beautiful house.

- [Michelle] I'm gonna have to see the inside first,

honestly. (laughs)

Okay.

- Actually, you know what? Ooh.

I think I missed the driveway.

Let me... - Oh.

(tires screeching) (horn blares)

(truck engine rumbles)

What's that guy's problem?

- I wonder how many fucking deers he's hit.

Sorry.

Shouldn't curse.

- [Michelle] Oh, here.

Sorry. - I got it.

You know you shouldn't be carrying anything right now.

- [Michelle] I'm okay.

Oh. - I got it.

- [Michelle] Come on, Michael.

(ominous music) Oh my god.

- Here it is.

(ominous music) - It's beautiful!

- Told you.

Just trust me on this one.

See, look.

Right? Desk.

And you love things that are, like, symmetrical.

- Uh-huh. - So like, I,

I didn't even figure that out. - Yeah, symmetrical. Yeah.

- Oh, see, you think.

But, I mean, my point is that like you could like,

get on your phone.

- Oh. - And pull this out.

- [Michelle] No, I just can't believe

that you can get a house all furnished like this.

(ominous music)

- No, the Realtor took care of everything.

Plus, it, like, has that, like,

you know, like, Texas feel, you know what I mean?

- Yeah. (laughing)

- Remember the Alamo, right?

Oh, babe, baby, babe.

- What?

- Best part of the house. Watch this.

Watch, just don't move. - Okay.

- I mean, you can move, but just don't, like, just watch.

Ready? - Okay.

- Look at this.

- Recliners. - Oh.

I see why you got this place then.

- Look, baby, come on.

Who doesn't want recliners in their freaking living...

(Michael bangs on globe) Oh.

- Hey, stop that. Don't break that.

- Who doesn't want recliners

in their freaking living room, baby?

Plus, right, like with,

you know, with that you could just kind of, if you need to.

(recliner thumping)

Oh shit.

I think I broke it.

- The recliner? - Well, maybe not.

I mean, like, maybe there's, like, a screw loose.

- Oh, no, no, no, there's something.

Here, there's something in the way.

- Okay. Be careful please.

Be careful. - Fine. Stop.

Oh.

This must to be the family we bought the house from.

- What are talking about?

- This.

Look, he kind of looks like Michael.

- Look at the dog.

This was under there? - Yeah.

- Hey, we should get a dog.

- (laughs) Yeah. - Right? Too soon?

Sorry, the recliner's just made me really excited.

Hey.

(soft menacing music)

What do you think so far, hmm?

- I mean...

It's great.

- Mm-hmm.

- I don't know why I was nervous.

- Plus,

between you and a little baby girl coming-

- Mm-hmm.

- We're gonna need some extra cash.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm-hmm.

I'll show you the next room. - Okay.

- So you just go this way.

- Hey. (giggles)

Careful. - I am being careful.

I'm always careful. - Michael's right there.

- Hey, Michael.

Mom and Dad have to go check out

the bedroom real fast, buddy.

But you know what?

Break the globe. Just break it.

We're gonna get a new one.

I mean, we're breaking the door.

It's kind of like a reconstruction thing,

so, like, break it. - (laughing) Stop.

- [Brad] You know what I mean? Go nuts, buddy!

- Look at these ceilings. - I know!

- This is so nice.

- It takes me back to Cabo.

Remember? - Yeah.

- Remember? - Still just as strong.

- Do you smell that?

It smells like bleach.

- Oh yeah, yeah, I deep-cleaned the bathroom today.

(suspenseful music)

(high-pitched tone ringing)

(ornament jingling)

(gentle suspenseful music)

You know I've been working out, right?

- Oh, so strong. - Yeah, see? Bicep curl.

- Stop. - You wanna see strong?

Wanna see strong?

- (screams) Brad, please! - Right.

(suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music) You're so beautiful.

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music ends)

(tense music) (flies buzzing)

(Michael screams) (tensely dramatic music)

- Michael?

Michael?

(tense music)

Michael, what's going on?

Michael.

Oh my god, oh my god.

Are you okay?

(Brad coughs)

Come on, come on, come on.

Step, step.

(tense music) (flies buzzing)

(shovel thumping and sifting soil)

(birds chirping)

- Call Hartmann.

(microwave dings)

- I'm gonna go get your dad, okay?

- [Hartmann] You don't have to worry about anything else,

Mr. Kiddo, I promise.

- Babe, dinner's ready!

(tense music) (larvae squelching)

(tense music fades)

(kiss smacks)

What'd he say?

- He actually said

he has no idea where it came from.

But, apparently,

there's a high school a few blocks down the road.

There's a high school a few blocks down the road.

Some ninth graders got caught

doing some sick pranks or some shit.

Thinks that they put it in our fucking garbage can

before they got busted a few days ago.

- Okay.

That's disgusting. - Yeah.

- Who in their right mind would think that that's okay?

- I don't know, babe.

(crickets chirping)

(lighthearted video game music)

- [TV Character] I give you, my dear Barney,

good friend. (TV audience laughing)

(lighthearted video game music)

(lighthearted game music) (item chiming)

(lighthearted video game music pauses)

(Michael blowing into cartridge)

(item chiming)

(tense music) (item chiming)

- Popcorn?

- Mm-hmm.

Oh no.

- Can't reach. - Here.

What about this?

Ready to catch one?

- Okay.

- Ready? - Uh-uh.

- Brad! - You can't have alcohol.

What if it's like a kernel thing, too,

you can't have popcorn?

(tense music)

(tense music) (heartbeat thumping)

(notifications blooping) (sinister music)

(sinister music)

(notification bloops) (sinister music)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

(notification bloops) (sinister music)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

(notification bloops) (sinister music)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

(notification bloops) (sinister music)

(Michael laughing) (sinister music)

Take a big handful.

- That's all. - Just one?

- Mm-hmm. I'm gonna go put Michael up.

- Okay.

Can't guarantee it's gonna be here when you get back.

- Just a fourth at least. - Put on that winter weight.

(Michelle laughs)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

(notifications blooping) (sinister music)

(sinister music)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

(notifications blooping) (sinister music)

(sinister music)

- All right, handsome, nine o'clock.

You know what that means.

Michael, where did you get that?

- I found it in the closet.

- Well, you shouldn't be looking through it.

- But, Mom, I found it.

- Yeah, but it doesn't belong to you.

Turn off the TV and get in bed, now.

- Okay, Mom.

- You know, we got school starting on Monday.

You and I are both gonna have to start

getting up early, I guess.

I love you.

- I love you too, Mom.

(kiss smacks)

(light switch clicks)

(door squeaks and thuds shut)

- We've seen this one.

- [Michelle] What's the Realtor's name again?

- Um, I didn't ask his first name actually.

It's just like something Hartmann.

- I think the last family left this here.

- Where'd you find that?

- Michael found it in his room.

Can you try turning it on?

- Is this like a,

is this like a we-for-sure-have-to-tell-them thing,

or can we just keep it? - Brad.

Come on. - Okay, no, right.

You're right, you're right.

- What if it belonged to the kid?

- You're right. You're right. - It's the right thing to do.

- All right, I knew you were gonna say that.

You're so sweet.

Here, look, I'll even put it safely right here.

- Can you call him tomorrow?

- Mm-hmm. I'll call him in the morning.

(tensely dramatic music)

(plates clanking)

- Hey, Brad.

(knocks on table) Hey. - Hmm?

Did you talk to the Realtor yet

about the tablet that Michael found?

- Oh, yeah. Oh yeah, yeah, the tablet.

- Yeah. - Yeah. No, I didn't.

I'm sorry.

- Can you please call him, like now,

just so you don't forget?

- Yeah, baby.

- Okay.

- What are you doing? Let me get that.

- No, I got it.

It's light. - Baby.

- I'm strong.

- You know, she's gonna be stubborn like you are.

But she'll have some big biceps, I see 'em.

(Michelle laughs)

- [Michelle] Whew.

(lighthearted video game music)

- Hey, bubs, remember, first day of school starts tomorrow.

Gotta be in bed by nine.

- Thanks for reminding me, Mom.

(lighthearted video game music)

- Pause it real quick.

- I can't. - Pause it.

(lighthearted video game music pauses)

Look, I know that starting at a new school

can be pretty intimidating,

but you're gonna make a lot of friends, Michael.

- And what if I don't?

- Well, you can't think like that, bud.

Okay? You gotta stay positive.

Okay? Promise me.

- I promise.

- Okay. Come here.

Come here.

(kisses smacking)

Gonna be good.

(lighthearted video game music)

(tense music) (larvae squelching)

(tense music)

- What, baby? - Did you call him yet?

- Yeah, I did. - What'd he say?

- We can keep it.

- Wait. Seriously?

- Yeah.

They don't need it.

Plus, Michael needs a tablet for school.

It'll save us like a couple hundred bucks, baby.

100, three zeros, plural.

- Michael's gonna be so excited.

- [Brad] Uh-huh.

(lighthearted video game music)

- Guess what, Michael?

(lighthearted video game music pauses)

It's yours. - No way!

- Yeah way! Yeah way.

You got lucky that they don't need it anymore, okay?

But, look, there are gonna be rules.

30 minutes a day.

- 30 minutes? - 30 minutes.

Not a minute more, okay? (Michael sighs)

- Okay, Mom.

- I'll be back at 9:00 pm

to make sure you're in bed, okay?

- Okay, Mom. - Love you.

(door squeaks and thuds shut)

(TV character screaming)

(lighthearted video game music)

(lighthearted game music) (tablet chiming)

(lighthearted video game music pauses)

(TV victim screaming)

(TV victim screaming) (TV character laughing)

- Hi.

(TV victim screaming) (TV character laughing)

- Hi.

- You know you're supposed to be watching

this with me, right? (Michelle sighs)

(notification bloops) (sinister music)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

(notification bloops) (sinister music)

(sinister music)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

- Oh my god.

(TV victim screaming)

- Yeah.

- That's gonna make me throw up.

- Yeah, rip her in half.

Oh, she's puking!

(TV victim screaming)

(puke splatters) Ew.

- I can't watch this, Brad.

- Oh, that's okay.

Look, babe, it's 8:30.

We only have 30 minutes, and then we can go.

- Can you go talk to Michael?

- I will. I promised I would.

(notification bloops) (sinister music)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

(notification bloops) (sinister music)

(sinister music) (flies buzzing)

(text clacking) (sinister music)

(notifications blooping) (sinister music)

(sinister music) (flies buzzing)

(door latch clicks)

- Hey, handsome.

You, uh,

you enjoying your new tablet?

- Yeah.

- Hey, do me a favor.

What's our last name?

- Why?

- Just answer the question, please.

- Kiddo.

- Exactly.

Now, have I ever told you what it means to be a Kiddo?

- No.

- Mm.

So our last name actually represents strength.

See that?

And courage.

And I want you to remember that

when you go to school tomorrow, okay?

- Okay.

- No, hey, hey.

I'm serious.

Anybody tries to bully you, you can't make new friends,

doesn't matter.

Strength and courage.

Runs in our veins.

See that?

Let see.

Oh yeah. Like father, like son, huh?

All right. Electronics gotta be turned off, buddy.

Hand over the tablet.

- Just five more my minutes?

- Look, if it was up to me, yeah.

But you know your mom.

All right, hand it over.

You can have it back tomorrow.

How do you turn this thing off?

Oh.

Dad's getting old.

Here, actually, stand up.

I wanna show you something.

Can I see your hands?

- Whoa! - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

(Michael screams) (Brad grunts)

Gotta be ready.

Come on, get in bed.

You good? - Yeah.

- Yeah? Yeah? - Yeah.

- All right.

Strength and courage, huh? - Yeah.

- All right. (kiss smacks)

I love you, bubs.

- I love you too, Dad.

(gentle music)

(door thuds)

(gentle music fading)

(ominous music)

- [Beelzebul] Kill them all, kill them all.

Kill them all, kill them all.

Kill them, kill them, kill them.

Kill, kill, kill.

Kill, kill, kill.

(Beelzebul catching breath)

(bones crunching)

(Beelzebul gasping)

(tensely dramatic music) (flies buzzing)

(Beelzebul grunts) (bones crunching)

(Beelzebul coughing)

- [Michelle] Oh.

Hey, Brad.

- Hey.

- Babe, are you okay?

Are you all right?

- Yeah. - Here, lay back.

Come on, let's go to bed.

- Yeah.

- Lay back down, it's okay.

It's okay.

(tense music)

(tense music stops)

(birds chirping)

(spatula scraping)

Hey, honey!

How you feeling?

- Like I got hit by a train.

- You know, you'd be dead if you got hit by a train.

(Brad struggling to laugh)

- Yeah.

I do feel like death, so-

- Bradley.

Don't say that.

- You're right, you're right.

She's right. She's right.

Sorry.

- Here.

I made you some breakfast.

- Thank you, babe.

(water faucet whooshing)

(water faucet stops whooshing)

(water faucet whooshing)

(water faucet stops whooshing)

(Brad coughing)

(Brad vomits)

- Oh, come on!

It's not that bad, is it?

- No, I am so sorry, baby. It's not that it's bad.

(Brad coughing)

I just think if I eat, I'm gonna be sick.

I'm so sorry.

- You need to go back upstairs and lay down.

- Baby, I can't.

It's my first day back, I can't call in like that.

Not if I wanna move up.

- You can't just take your meetings upstairs?

- No, I'll be fine, I'm fine.

I'll be fine. I promise.

- Okay.

Don't get us sick. Right?

- Mm-hmm. - I'll take this.

Michael, we have five minutes

before we leave for your first day of school,

so eat quickly, okay?

(tense music)

(phone rings and buzzes)

- Hey, Mr. Hartmann, how are you doing?

(Brad coughs)

No, yeah, no, I'm good.

Sorry, just a little under the weather.

Yeah, no, no, no, please don't apologize.

It wasn't your fault.

Yeah, no, I mean, right, yeah.

Kids are getting crazier these days, too.

No, I mean, I never did any shit like that

in high school either.

(Brad laughs and coughs)

No, no, Michael's good, he's good.

He's just a little shaken up, but, you know.

Thank you though. I appreciate it.

Yeah, you too, man. (coughs)

All right, have a good one.

Thank you.

(phone call beeps to end)

(fly buzzing) (tense music)

(vehicle humming)

(car door thuds)

(truck engine rumbling)

- Are you kidding me?

(tense music)

(truck engine rumbling)

Fucking creep.

- Yeah, I just wanna make sure that we're on the same page,

'cause the quarter ends in about two months.

Oh, sorry.

Thank you.

Head feels like it's gonna explode.

- Oh.

(phone buzzes and rings)

Oh, one second. - Mm-hmm.

(phone buzzes and rings)

- Hey, Dad.

- [Mr. Freeman] Hey, just calling to check in,

see if you turned around yet.

- Dad, I mean, we miss you too,

but, no, we haven't turned around yet.

I mean, Michael just started school.

Brad's got his job.

I mean, we really, really needed this.

- I know, I'm just being selfish.

You know, being alone now,

with you all gone and your mom gone,

it's been a rough few days of accepting it.

- Dad, you know,

you know I don't like to talk about Mom.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.

You know, I'm making this all about me,

and I need to be excited for you.

I mean, I am excited for you.

God, I'm such a fucking dick. (spine-tingling music)

(spine-tingling music)

(tense music)

- Um, are you still planning to come for Christmas?

- Yeah, that's my plan.

I hope to spend two weeks and celebrate New Year's, too.

- Oh, um, yeah.

Sure, yeah, let's talk about it more

maybe closer to Christmas, we can plan.

- Yeah, we got a couple of months.

Hey, I'm sure you're still getting things settled in there,

so I'll let you go.

- [Michelle] Okay. Love you, Dad.

- Love you, too.

(soft suspenseful music)

(soft suspenseful music continues)

(kiss smacks)

(crickets chirping)

- Hun, do you think you can stomach this?

- Hey, baby? - Hmm?

- I'm just being honest, if I eat right now,

I think I'm gonna blow chunks across the table.

- Noted. - I'm sorry.

- No, it's fine.

(Michelle groans)

- Hey, hey, hey. - Wow.

It's a big one. - Yeah.

Yeah, take a seat. Come on.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Okay, thank you. - Yeah, of course.

Just a little more. - Okay. Thank you.

Yes.

- You good? - Yeah.

Can you get my food?

- Uh, yeah, yeah.

- (exhales deeply) Okay.

Whew.

Michael, how was your first day of school?

- I made a friend. - No way.

What's your friend's name?

- Quentin.

- [Michelle] Quentin?

Well, I guess tomorrow you're gonna have to get his number.

Huh? Set up a play date.

- I don't think we do play dates anymore, Mom.

- [Michelle] You don't do play dates anymore?

Come on.

Brad? Brad, Brad!

(flies buzzing) (sobbing) Why?

(flies buzzing) (Michelle sobbing)

Put our fucking son down!

- [Beelzebul] Oh, put our fucking son down. (laughs)

- Brad! Fucking shoot you!

I will fucking shoot you!

(Beelzebul laughing) (Michelle screaming)

(tensely dramatic music)

Brad, hey, wake up.

Are you okay? - Mm-hmm.

- Brad. - I'm okay. I'm okay.

- Here, come on. Stand up. - I'm, okay.

I think I just need to- - You need to go lay down.

- Okay, I'm okay. - Come on.

- Okay, okay. I'm fine.

Breathe, breathe. I'm fine.

I'm fine. - Come on.

We need to go lay down right now.

- Okay. All right, okay.

- Finish your dinner, okay?

- Wait. One sec.

Love you, bubs.

- Love you, too, Dad.

(crickets chirping)

(lighthearted video game music)

(lighthearted game music) (Beelzebul laughing)

(lighthearted video game music pauses)

(lighthearted video game music)

(lighthearted game music) (Beelzebul laughing)

(lighthearted video game music pauses)

(Beelzebul growling)

- [Beelzebul] That's a bad husband, Brad. (laughs)

(tense music)

Play the fucking part. (coughs)

(flies buzzing) (tense music)

(tense music)

(tablet chiming) (tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music stops)

(notification bloops) (tensely sinister music)

(text clacking) (tensely sinister music)

(notifications blooping) (tensely sinister music)

(tensely sinister music)

- All right, bedtime, mister.

- Come on, Mom.

- No, it's time to turn everything off.

Michael, who are you talking to?

- Oh, it's Beelzebul.

- Who the heck is that?

- He's AI, Mom.

- No, absolutely not.

Michael, there are weirdos out there.

They pretend to be AI,

and then they just wanna talk to young boys like you.

- No, it's not that, Mom.

- I said no! Okay?

They track you down, and then they try to kidnap you, okay?

- No, Mom! - No means no!

This tablet is technically supposed to be for school.

Now get in bed!

Fuck.

Look, Michael, I'm sorry, I just,

didn't mean to raise my voice.

I don't want you to get hurt.

You want me to sleep in here with you tonight?

- Can you, Mom?

- Okay.

(tense music)

(tense music) (device buzzing and rattling)

Michael, do you hear that?

- I've been hearing it all day.

(tense music) (device buzzing and rattling)

(tensely suspenseful music) (device buzzing and rattling)

- Michael.

- [Michael] Did you find it, Mom?

- Yeah, bubs, you left your toothbrush on.

- Oh, so that's what it was? - Yeah.

(dramatic music thumps)

- [Michelle] Brad, please, let him go, please!

- Mom! - I will fucking shoot you!

I will fucking shoot you!

(tense music)

Let our fucking son go!

- [Beelzebul] Mr. Freeman. (laughs)

(tense music)

- [Michelle] (gasps) Michael.

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music) (Michelle sobbing)

Oh my god.

(Beelzebul laughing)

(tensely suspenseful music) (Michelle sobbing)

(Beelzebul laughing) Bradley!

(Mr. Freeman catching breath)

(pill bottle rattles)

(Mr. Freeman catching breath)

(bones crunching)

(Brad screaming hysterically)

Hey.

Brad?

Brad?

Brad? - Hm. Hm

- Hey, Brad.

Are you okay? - Hi, gorgeous.

How are you doing?

- I'm fine.

Brad, are you okay?

- Yeah. Why?

Are you okay?

- (catching breath) Yeah.

- You look like you've seen a ghost.

What's wrong?

- Were you having, like, a night terror or something?

- Oh, was I snoring?

- No, you were screaming like a maniac.

- Really? - Like (catching breath)

so loud. - I was coughing earlier.

I know you should go lay down though.

- I, uh,

I'm gonna go back to Michael's.

Sure you okay? - Yeah.

I'll try to be quieter.

I'll cough like this. (coughs lightly)

How's that? - That's better.

- [Brad] Yeah? (both chuckling softly)

- Okay. Here. - I'm sorry.

- You good? - Yeah.

You need help up, don't you?

- No. No, I'm fine.

- Thank you. - Goodnight.

- I needed that actually.

(light switch clicks)

- Okay. - Goodnight, love.

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music) (Mr. Freeman whispering)

- Hey, can you finish that quickly?

I'm gonna go check on Dad.

Be ready to leave when I come back down.

(suspenseful music) (Mr. Freeman whispering)

- Hey, Brad, honey.

Bradley, hey, I'm gonna take Michael to school, okay?

- Hm.

- Okay.

Okay.

(toothbrush buzzing and rattling)

(toothbrush stops buzzing) (door creaking open)

(sinister music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music fades)

No! Please! (Beelzebul laughing)

Brad, let him go!

Brad, let our fucking son go!

(tensely dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music escalating)

(Brad groans loudly)

Brad, please let him go!

I will fucking shoot you!

I will fucking shoot you!

Please! Please, Brad!

No!

(sobbing) Please. (tensely dramatic music)

Please let us go. (Beelzebul laughing)

(tensely dramatic music) (Beelzebul laughing)

Bradley!

(Brad's breathing trembles)

(Brad grunts)

- Ow, fuck!

Ow, my head's pounding!

(tense music)

(flies buzzing) (tense music)

(dramatic music thumps)

(larvae squelching)

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music continues)

(tensely suspenseful music continues)

(phone buttons beeping)

(call ringing)

(phone ringing and buzzing)

- Dad.

(phone ringing and buzzing) (food squelching)

- [Voicemail] Your call is being forwarded

to an automatic voicemail.

Leave a message after the tone.

(tone beeps) - Michelle, it's Dad.

Call me when you get this.

(tensely suspenseful music)

Protect your fucking children!

(tensely suspenseful music)

Fuck!

(tensely suspenseful music)

Protect your fucking children.

(kettle whistling)

(dog barking in distance)

(birds chirping)

(tense music) - Hmm.

(tense music)

(buttons clicking)

(tense music)

Honey, you're looking worse and worse.

Do I need to take you in?

- Mm-mm.

I just need some rest like you said.

You were right.

- Well, you better not die before you get that promotion.

(Brad fakes a cough) Stop.

(both chuckling)

Hey, honey. - Hmm?

- Did you,

did you take this tablet, bring it in here?

I could have sworn I left it in Michael's room last night.

- Uh, I don't, I don't,

I don't remember, I dunno.

Maybe he just snuck in here at night or something.

- [Michelle] Does sound like him.

- He gets it from you.

- What? - It's not me.

(both laughing)

- [Michelle] Okay, I'm gonna go get some stuff done

downstairs, okay? - Mm-hmm.

- [Michelle] I'll check on you tonight?

- [Brad] Sure, baby.

- [Michelle] Okay.

- Thanks for the tea, baby.

(tense music)

(Brad coughs)

(crickets chirping)

(Brad breathing heavily)

(truck engine idling)

- All right, mister, time to wrap things up.

- Can you sleep with me again, Mom?

- (sighs) Michael,

I really wanna sleep in my own bed tonight.

- Please.

- Okay, lemme go brush my teeth and talk to Dad though.

When I get back that TV better be off, okay?

- Okay, Mom.

(tense music)

(Michelle groans)

(tense music)

- Okay, girl. Come on.

(exhales) I just want one night.

(tense music)

(truck engine idling) (tensely suspenseful music)

Oh my god.

(tensely suspenseful music)

Oh my god.

(tensely suspenseful music)

Oh my god.

Brad!

Brad!

Brad. (Michael screams)

Michael?

Michael!

- Dad scared me!

- Oh my god, Michael.

You can't scream like that.

And, Brad, what, what are you doing in here?

Go lay down. You're gonna get him sick.

- I, um,

I'm sorry, I just came in to tell him goodnight.

I love you, son.

- Brad, can you please take a peek out the window?

That white truck is there again.

- The white truck?

- The one that almost hit us the other day.

- Oh, right.

Yeah, all right, yeah. I'll go look.

- No, I'm serious.

He's like borderline stalking us.

- I will, Michelle, I will.

Right, right. - Sick.

- Sick. Yeah.

- Thank you. - All right. Yeah.

- Love you. - Love you.

- All right.

(door thuds)

Let's go to bed.

(light switch clicks)

(tense music)

(flies buzzing) (voices whispering)

- [Michelle] Brad, why are you doing this?

Brad, no! (gunshot blasts)

(tense music)

(tensely suspenseful music)

(Beelzebul laughing) (tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tense music)

(gunshot blasts)

(tensely dramatic music)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(tensely dramatic music)

- The small town of Belton, Texas,

has once again been rattled by a heinous crime.

John Peterson, his son Malachi, and wife Hannah,

have all been found dead

in what appears to be a murder suicide.

The native tribe believes that these killings

closely resemble the supernatural encounters

that their ancestors experienced

right here centuries ago.

Here to tell us more about this is Chief AKU.

- Yeah, there's this demonic force that's roamed these lands

for thousands and thousands of years.

My ancestors,

we were able to cast him out and keep him out

until this goddam corrupt mayor

and his real estate good 'ol boy systems

used imminent domain law.

They took all land from our tribe, our people,

and started selling off all our homes.

- Tell the viewers more about this demonic force.

- Yeah, well, you know, I gotta give it him, he's creative.

He'll find a way into a family's circle.

And once he's in, all the carnage begins.

- Exactly who is this he?

- Some call him (indistinct).

Baal.

Others call him Beelzebub.

But we?

We call him Lord of the Flies.

(tense music)

(keyboard keys clacking)

(tense music)

(tensely dramatic music)

- Fuck!

(gun cocks)

(tensely dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music stops)

(tense music)

(tense music fades)

(vehicle humming softly)

- Yes, baby.

(exhales) Okay.

(water faucet whooshing)

(water faucet stops whooshing)

(Michelle breathing deeply)

(death metal artist sings in foreign language)

(water faucet whooshing)

(death metal artist sings in foreign language)

- [Beelzebul] Oh-ho-ho-ho! Fuck!

Woo!

(Beelzebul grunts loudly)

(death metal blasting)

- Brad?

(Beelzebul grunts)

(death metal artist sings in foreign language)

- Hey, Brad, Brad, is that you?

- Hey, baby. - Hey.

Are you,

are you doing okay in there?

- Yeah, baby, sorry, I'm just, uh.

(Brad releases a moist burst)

I'm, I'm just, I'm just taking a shit. I'm sorry.

- Okay, that's fine.

Hey, look, I'm not feeling so good.

I'm gonna go upstairs and lay down.

Staying in Michael's room has just,

it's taken a bit of a toll on me.

- [Brad] Okay, baby.

- Is that okay? - Yeah, of course.

I'll come check on you.

- Okay.

(dramatic music)

(door creaks)

(flies buzzing)

(dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music) (bones crunching)

(Beelzebul grunting)

(bones crunch)

- Oh.

The old has passed.

Now the new has come.

(fly buzzes) Shh, shh, shh.

(Beelzebul laughing)

Shh! Shh.

(tablet chiming) (sinister music)

(tablet chiming falters)

(sinister music fades)

(buttons clicking)

Michelle. (spine-tingling music)

- Hi. - Hey.

I, uh, I went ahead and told my boss I'm taking the day off.

- What?

- [Brad] Yeah, well, you know, I, um,

I figured we can get more family time, you know?

I just feel like I've been so focused on work,

I feel really bad.

(soft suspenseful music)

(Michelle laughs)

(Michelle and Brad laughing)

- Are you sure?

I don't want you to get in trouble.

- [Brad] Yep.

I already told him.

Too late. (laughs)

- I mean, I just, I just dropped Michael off at school.

- [Brad] Actually, I was just thinking you'd get him early.

Yeah, go pick him up early.

And I'll stay home and I can cook us something for dinner.

- Okay, okay. - Yeah.

(both laughing)

- You wanna cook? - Yeah.

Why not? I figured let's try something new, right?

- I mean, it kind of makes me a little scared.

I've never had your cooking before.

You really want me to go pick him up right now?

- [Brad] Yes. Yeah, you should do that.

Go get him early,

and that way we could spend more family time together.

(Michelle and Brad chuckle)

- Okay. - Okay.

- Right now? - Right now.

Like at, yes, this second. (laughs)

- Okay.

Are you sure you're okay?

- Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

- Okay.

(tense music)

You earned yourself some extra bonus points for tonight.

- Ooh. (kiss smacks)

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

- All right. I'll go get him.

- All right. I love you.

- I love you. - (chuckles) I know.

(tense music)

(bones crunching)

(sinister music)

(tense music)

(Beelzebul laughs)

(Beelzebul grunting) (tense music)

- Oh, I like this one.

(tense music)

Oh, for God so loved the world,

he gave his only fucking Son!

(call ringing)

- Come on, Michelle. Answer.

(phone ringing)

- You're calling early.

- Michelle, I need you to listen.

Go get Michael.

Keep him away from Brad.

And don't go home until I get there.

- Whoa, whoa, wait, what, what?

You're coming here right now?

Dad, what the fuck is going on?

- Michelle, a demonic force has overtaken Brad.

It killed the family that was in the house before you.

I saw it in a dream, and then I saw it on the local news.

- Dad, you're having a psychosis break again, aren't you?

- Michelle, no. No.

You need to trust me and stay the fuck away from Brad.

- Dad, you need to turn around right now

and go to your psychiatrist's office!

- Michelle, I'm not fucking crazy!

I know you and everybody else didn't believe me

when I had visions about Mom.

- Yeah, because you would've fucking done something about it

if you actually saw something, but you didn't,

and now she's dead!

Dad, look, you live alone.

You're always at home by yourself.

You stay in your room.

I need you to turn around right now

and go to your psychiatrist's office

because I can't deal with this right now!

I'm sorry. I love you, okay?

(phone call beeps to end)

- Michelle?

- Fuck!

- Michelle?

Fuck!

(vehicle whooshes)

(tense music)

(tense music) (flies buzzing)

- Not yet. Not yet!

(tense music) (flies buzzing)

(crickets chirping)

- Hey, Mom, how come we haven't gone inside yet?

- [Michelle] Can you stay in the car?

- [Michael] By myself?

- [Michelle] I won't be long.

I am just gonna go in and check on Dad

and make sure he's not contagious before you come in.

- [Michael] But haven't I been around him

for a few days already?

- Yeah, um,

I just wanna be extra careful.

If you hear anything from inside the house,

hold this down, okay?

(crickets chirping)

Be right back.

(crickets chirping)

(door creaking)

(tense music)

(Beelzebul laughing) (tense music)

(tense music)

(Beelzebul laughing) (tense music)

(tense music)

(Beelzebul laughing) (tense music)

- [Beelzebul] For God so loved the world

he gave his only fucking Son!

(tensely dramatic music)

(Beelzebul laughing) (tensely dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music stops)

(Michelle breathing shallowly)

(dramatic music) (Michelle screaming)

(suspenseful music) (Beelzebul laughs)

(suspenseful music)

(Beelzebul laughs)

(tensely suspenseful music)

(brakes squeaking)

(tensely suspenseful music)

- Jesus loves me, this I know,

for the "Bible" tells me so.

Bullshit!

(tensely suspenseful music)

(doorbell rings)

(Beelzebul sniffs the air)

Someone new.

Oh, no, someone very old, Mr. Freeman. (laughs)

I'll be back for you later, you fucking cunt. (spits)

(kick thumps) Okay. Oh, oh, oh.

Are you good?

Ah. Okay, forgot there were two cunts. (laughs)

We gotta keep that one alive, don't we?

That's a bad husband, Brad. (laughs)

(Mr. Freeman knocks)

(bones crunching)

Ooh, how does this shit talk?

Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.

(Mr. Freeman laughing)

Mr. Freeman, what are you doing here?

What a surprise. - Ah, Brad.

Just thought I'd surprise the family

with a little cross country stop over to say hello.

(both laughing)

Brad, you don't look like you're feeling too good.

Is everything okay with you?

- You caught me. - Yeah, I knew it.

- Yeah, I am feeling a little under the weather.

But I'm good now.

Actually, wait. Oh my gosh.

You just got here at the perfect time.

- Yeah? - You always do.

Michelle and Michael are at the store.

- No. - I was cooking us dinner.

And guess what?

I realized we don't have dessert.

- I'll be darned.

- I have a sweet tooth.

- You know, I like dessert.

- That's what I was thinking. I had a hunch.

But, oh my god, they're gonna be so excited to see you.

Come on in. What am I doing? - I can't wait to see 'em.

Yeah, come on. - Come on, come on in.

- Oh, great job on the decor, Brad.

- Oh my gosh. - This house is beautiful.

- Thank you so much.

Unfortunately, I cannot take credit.

Realtor took care of everything and it came fully furnished.

- So what you got cooking in here?

- Oh, just some leftovers.

Smells good, huh? - Mm.

- But you know what?

But are gonna flip when they see you.

I cannot believe you drove all that way.

- Well, I guess I just couldn't stand

being away from you guys that long.

- Aw. - Yeah.

You know you're gonna have to kill me to get rid of me.

(both laughing)

- Oh, stop, Mr. Freeman.

Please have a seat. Please take a seat.

- Well, thank you.

You know, Brad, you really don't look very well.

Do you think you should be cooking food for everybody?

(wind whooshing)

(buttons beeping)

- You look like you could use some water.

I bet you're thirsty after driving such a long way.

- Well, I would like that.

I appreciate it. Thank you.

- Sure thing.

(cabinet door creaks)

(cabinet door thuds)

- Tap?

You guys don't have filtered?

- Ah, Mr. Freeman.

You can't go wrong with some good 'ol Texas tap.

- Is that right?

- Sure is.

- Mm. - Mmm.

- I gotta hand it to you, Brad.

That's some damn good tap water.

(wind whooshing)

- Sure is.

(Brad chuckles slowly)

- Brad, before you moved here,

did you ever hear about the Petersons?

- Doesn't ring a bell.

- You never heard what happened to them?

- How about you enlighten me?

- Well, John Peterson,

that man shot his wife,

and then he walked into his son's room and he shot his son.

And then, he walked all the way

down the hall to his bathroom,

took that same gun and turned it against himself.

(Mr. Freeman imitates click)

- That is so fucked.

- What's fucked, Brad,

is that it happened here right upstairs

about two months ago.

Now, is that still not ringing any bells?

- Nope.

- In the 1700s, there was a Scottish man,

Angus Shrewd, who began seeing things.

Now, in his dreams, he had vivid visions

of his loved one's deaths.

The locals at first thought he was crazy

until what he saw started to come true.

Now, back then, when you see things like this,

the king takes notice.

And next thing you know,

Angus is one of the king's right-hand men.

And the king uses Angus and his God-given abilities

to prevent the deaths of the people who were close with him.

You see, Angus would see it,

and then they would do everything in their power

to make sure it didn't happen.

In the 21st century, a man has visions like these,

you know, the doctor's tell him

he's got early onset dementia and psychosis,

and they give him some meds and send him on his way.

Nobody believes

that I saw my wife's death before it happened

because I would've stopped it from happening, right?

The truth is, I didn't believe it myself.

And then, it happened.

And now I have to live with the guilt of that

for the rest of my life.

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice...

(tense music)

Shame on me.

(tense music)

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music continues)

(tense suspenseful music intensifying)

(microwave dings) (knife whooshes)

(gunshot pops)

(bones crunch)

(Beelzebul laughs)

- Where'd you learn to shoot, you fucking pussy?

(Michelle gasping)

(Michelle sobbing)

- No.

No.

(Michelle sobbing)

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tensely suspenseful music) (Beelzebul laughs)

- You fat fuck.

(Beelzebul sniffs the air)

Oh, where'd she go?

- Brad.

Brad, no, no, no, no!

- [Beelzebul] Here, preggo!

- Brad! Brad don't!

No!

Please, Brad, please!

Please stop!

- Do you know how many times I've played this fucking game?

(tensely suspenseful music)

I just wanna kick your fucking stomach child

and kill your fucking son!

(tensely suspenseful music)

Your son.

(tensely suspenseful music)

(Beelzebul sniffs the air)

Oh, you've been holding out. (laughs)

(Michelle breathing laboriously)

- Michael.

Michael. Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Fuck!

(tensely suspenseful music)

(tense music)

(tensely dramatic music)

Brad!

Brad!

Brad, let our fucking son go!

- Daddy, stop! - He's not my fucking son.

- Brad, please.

Brad, I will fucking do it!

I'll shoot you! I swear!

(tensely dramatic music)

I'll fucking shoot you!

- We're just having some father-son time.

- Brad, let him go.

- You ain't anything like his dad.

- Ow.

- You don't stand a chance, you fucking cunt!

Hey, baby, baby. - No.

- What's wrong? (Michelle sobbing)

What's going on? (Michelle sobbing)

What's going on? - Stop, please.

- Why are you... - Please.

Please. It's me.

(Michelle screaming) (tensely dramatic music)

Listen to me!

(tensely dramatic music) (Michelle gasping)

Brad!

Brad, stop!

(tensely dramatic music)

(gunshot blasts)

(catching breath) Brad!

(Michelle catching breath)

Michael?

Michael, Michael.

Michael, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Michael, I'm so sorry.

(gasping for air) I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Who the fuck are you?

(gun fires mutedly)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music stops)

- All right.

(organizer thumps)

And.

Hey, get your fucking blood off my briefcase, bitch.

Oops.

Well, Mr. Peterson,

was a pleasure doing business with ya.

(tablet chiming)

(tablet chiming) (sinister music)

(sinister music)

(flesh squelches)

(sinister music)

(notification bloops)

(sinister music)

(Hartmann chuckles) (sinister music)

You clever son of a bitch.

Fuck an Ouija board.

When you got a tablet.

(sinister music)

Leave it there for the next one.

(sinister music)

(sinister music fades)

(birds chirping)

Beautiful family.

(dog barking) (dog bangs on door)

(glass shatters)

Fuck you, dog!

(gun cocks) (dog growls)

(gun fires repeatedly) (dog whimpers)

(phone buttons beeping)

(call ringing)

- [Brad] Hartmann, what's up, brother?

- Hey! Brad!

What's going on, brother?

How are you doing today?

- [Brad] I'm great, man. How are you?

- I'm fantastic!

Hey, remember last week when we spoke,

I told you there might be a little bit of a possibility

that that family does back out?

- Yeah, man. What happened? - Mm-hmm.

Well, they did.

But good news.

You're the first runner-up

to have a shot at this wonderful deal.

Now here it is, 375,

and I'll fully furnish the place for you.

Do we have a deal?

- [Brad] Sounds like a deal, man.

Where do I sign?

(Hartmann laughs)

- Fantastic.

(tense music)

(tense music fades)

(midtempo "La Cucaracha" music)

♪ La cucaracha, la cucaracha ♪

(singers singing in Spanish language)

(singer singing in Spanish language)

♪ La cucaracha, la cucaracha ♪

(singers singing in Spanish language)

♪ La cucaracha, la cucaracha ♪

(singers singing in Spanish language)

(gun fires mutedly)

(tensely dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music intensifies)

(tensely dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music continues)

(tense music)

(tensely dramatic music)

(tensely dramatic music continues)

(tensely dramatic music intensifies)

(tensely dramatic music ends)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(tense music fading)