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[rock music]

♪

♪

- Hey.

- You got something on your lip.

- Yeah. You wanna lick it off, babe?

- Take more than that to make me happy.

- Oh, shit.

♪

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♪

- Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

- Hey, enjoy the blow, bitch. It's on the house.

[car engine rattles]

DARRELL: Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck.

Fuck!

Thanks, Earl. Fuckin' piece of shit car.

[bluesy rock plays]

♪

♪ You're on the road

♪ I'm on my own

♪ Take a look Hang on hang on ♪

♪ You're on the road

♪ I'm on my own

♪ Take a look Hang on hang on ♪

♪

♪ You're on the road

♪ I'm on my own

♪ Take a look Hang on hang on ♪

♪ You're on the road

♪ I'm on my own

♪ Take a look Hang on hang on ♪

[music fades]

[eerie atmospheric music]

♪

♪

[eerie atmospheric music]

- Slow night, huh?

I'll take whatever you have on tap.

Man, this place for real? You guys really went all out here.

You get a lot of tours or something?

Hey, buddy. How about that beer?

Hey. Pal. How about that beer?

Pal.

Hey.

What is it with your friend here? What is he, fucking deaf?

Hey. You. Hey, man.

My money spends here just as well as anybody else, bro--

Jeez.

[gunshot]

♪

[growling]

♪

[gunshot]

♪

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

♪

We gotta get outta here. They're gonna ki--.

Ah!

Ahhh!

[metal music]

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♪

[chattering]

- I can't believe I'm spending my Spring break

with the debate team.

- Shit.

- Put it up top.

- Yeah, what if it rains?

- It'll get wet. Quit 'cher bitchin'.

- Don't tell me--.

- This says you're wrong.

- Oh, you're on. Hey, Coach.

- Yes, Gwyn.

- So since you're gonna be so busy,

don't you think it's best if I drove?

- Uh-huh. And how am I going to be busy?

- Well, you haven't made the reservations

for the hotel yet, right?

- Uh, no, I already did that.

- So then why don't you have a confirmation number yet?

- There better be a mini-bar at the motel.

- And how did you know that?

- I never ask a question I don't know the answer to, Coach.

- Oh, very good.

There's more to this world than just logic.

- Observe, analyze and counter.

- You're so cold and calculating.

- Just hand it over, loser.

- You're good.

Mandy.

- What?

- You were only supposed to pack the bare essentials.

- And I did. It's got my evening formal,

my couture casuals, oh,

these cute little red pumps, a micro-mini,

my Dolce Capri's and my brand new Prada bag.

- You packed party clothes. For a tournament in Arizona.

- On the contrary.

I'm just making sure that I look the part for when we win.

Now if you tell me that we're going to lose,

I'll just leave all of this behind.

- Point goes to Mandy.

Hey, Jerry, at least you didn't bet her your last dollar.

- Okay, okay. Is everybody ready?

- All right. Where are we going?

- Phoenix.

- What are we going to do?

- To debate with a clear mind,

clear arguments and a clear goal in sight.

- And what is that goal?

- To kick ass, sir.

- That's' right. Everybody in.

[rock music]

♪

- All right.

- Damn it, Buck.

- I just got the new high score.

- You scared the shit out of me.

- Ah. Did I startle you?

Is poor little Gwynie-Wynie...

- Or maybe you're just jealous

of my brand new high score.

- Get that out of my face. God,

Buck, you could get us all killed.

- Lighten up, Gwyn.

- No, not when I'm driving.

- Yeah, like there's anything out here

but prairie dogs and roadrunners that--

- Look out!

[eerie music]

- What the hell is that?

- Oh, my God. - Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

- What, what, what, what just happened?

- Oh, no. Everyone stay right here.

- Sorry.

- Don't move. Uh, we're gonna call the paramedics

and you're gonna be fine.

- [groans]

- Where does it hurt?

- Right here. Up. Up. Turn around.

Turn around. Slow. Slow.

- What's up?

- Beats me. Can't see a thing.

Looks like the guy's walking. Can't be hurt too bad.

- Hey, Coach, is that guy okay?

- Oh, my God.

- Hey, Miss. Get us outta here.

- Where are we going?

- Go straight and enter the Speedway for now.

I'll let you know when we get there.

- Oh, my God.

- So how is it we didn't kill you?

- A little carjack trick.

Slap the side a car loud enough to give everyone inside a panic.

- Pull over. Pull over.

Come on. - No.

We're going for a little stroll.

- Come on. Please don't hurt me. Please?

- Just come on. - Take me. Take me.

- Sit down. - No, I'll go.

- I recall telling you to sit down.

And I won't say it a third time.

Come on.

- It's okay, Coach. I'll go.

♪

- Fuck, Darrell! Damn, Darrell. Damn! Fuck!

- What's the matter?

- What's the matter is my ex-business partner

just fucked me outta fifty grand in cash and blow.

Fuck!

- Let's get. Come on.

Come on.

Hop in the truck.

- I'm okay.

- Take this road right here.

- This one?

- What did I just say?

- But it's a dirt road, a track, it probably doesn't even le--.

- It leads directly where I want it to. Move it.

♪

- There. Go, go there.

- Sunset Valley?

- What's in Sunset Valley?

[music]

♪

- Hey, what's that?

- Sunset Valley?

- Jerry, you've actually heard of this place?

- Yeah, but I never believed it existed.

- There's nobody here.

- It looks like a ghost town.

- If this is the place I've heard of,

it has more than just ghosts.

- There. Go there. Right there.

♪

- Look, just let the kids go.

Do whatever you need to do, but leave the kids.

I'll, I'll take you where you need to go.

- Oh, just like that, huh? You must think I'm stupid too.

- No, no, I, I don't think you're stupid, it's just

that fewer hostages means fewer people to keep an eye on.

Fewer, fewer people to worry about.

Come on, just let the kids go.

- Nice try.

Don't try it again. Let's go.

Come on. Come on. Come on, let's go.

Come on, get out. Come on. Come on, man, move it.

Come on. Come on! Come on. Co--.

Where you a--, uh, whoa, whoa, not so fast.

You got something I want.

Come on.

Everybody inside. Come on!

Move. Move.

Move! Hello? Hello?

- Nothing.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody in here?

Hello? Anybody in here?

- Is this a picture of a lynching?

- Hello?

- Oh, my God, it's missing. Shit.

- Somebody's taken the sword.

- Guys, there's something not right here.

- Hey, anyone else's watch stop?

- Yeah. Mine.

- Mine, too.

- Hello? Hey, anybody in here?

Hello?

- Bloody Bill.

[shriek]

- Oh, my God.

- You need to leave.

- And I will just as soon as I've taken care

of a little business.

- Get out. Understand? He'll find you.

- Where's the cash, Darrell? Where's the cash?

- So hungry. [growls]

- Is he okay? No!

Is he okay? Are you hurt?

No! - Mind your business.

- Bloody Bill. He's coming. He'll find you.

- Who's gonna do what?

- Please, Earl. He'll kill you.

- Oh. No. Wait a minute--.

[screaming]

[growling]

[gunshot]

[gunshots

- Go find help!

♪

- I'm sorry. Okay. Okay. Okay.

It's all right.

I, I can't move my fingers.

♪

Um-- I ca--I can still move.

- Uh, no, no, no, no, okay. - Jerry.

- Uh, Gwyn, uh, there's a first-aid kit in the van.

- Right.

- Okay. You'll be okay.

- Where is he?

[gothic rock music]

♪

[growling]

♪

♪

- Need to find some help.

Hey. Little girl! Hey.

Hey. Hey, little girl.

What?

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hello, I need help. Hello? Hey. Ah!

[grunts]

Hello?

I need help.

I need help.

Is anybody here?

[gasps]

♪

[gags]

- Where are you going?

- Ahhhh!

[screaming]

- [growling] - Get off of me!

- It's okay, Jerry. Ju--just keep calm.

- What the fuck was that? Shit.

[groans]

- Jerry, sweetie, focus on something else, okay?

- Ah, it fuckin' burns like a mother fucker. Shit. That's f--.

[groans] Careful, careful, careful.

- Okay, Jerry. Just, let's have a look at that.

- It stings. Goddamn.

- Um, it's infected.

- I think whatever bit me bit Sandy.

- It just doesn't make any sense.

How could he just up and disappear like that?

- I don't know.

- [groans] - Sorry. I'm s-sorry.

It's okay. I don't know.

- He must've been on drugs or something. PCP, mescaline?

- Does PCP make you bullet-proof?

- No, but it's the only logical explanation.

- Hey, hey. Darrell wasn't a user. Just fuckin' greedy.

Uh, musta hit that bastard three to four times

in the heart at least.

- Didn't he say something about a Bloody Bill?

- [sniffs]

- Yeah, he did.

Ah, it could be.

Legend has it that he fled from the Union Army

out to these parts.

It's not inconceivable that Bloody Bill came out here and,

I don't know, did something in this place.

- Jerry, you're talking about Bloody Bill

as if he's still alive.

- Is it really that far-fetched?

The Bible's full of, of tales and references

of people returning from the dead. Why not him?

- Okay, the Bible's an unsubstantiated source

of information.

It's an invalid argument.

- So you're saying the beliefs of the world's

three major religions are invalid?

- No, I'm say it's unsubstantiated.

There's a big difference.

- If he somehow staked a claim on this town,

we're all in a lot of trouble.

The man was pure evil. It's a simple as that.

No, he was so mean that no one could kill him.

JERRY [VO]: One story has it that the lynch mob

got their hands on Bloody Bill while he was sleeping.

But Bloody Bill took a long time to die,

only succumbing to the crowd

when they struck him down with his own saber,

the only weapon it seemed that could kill him.

Everyone had lived in mortal terror of the man for so long

that when he was finally at their mercy,

they paid him back for every crime he had ever committed.

But the townsfolk were frightened of his alliance

with the devil and feared that killing him with his own

sword was not enough. So after they stabbed him,

they burned the coffin where he laid just to make sure he

wouldn't escape or somehow free himself.

Bloody Bill Anderson died in agony and darkness and flame,

cursing the town that judged him

so cruelly as the flames consumed his casket,

swearing that if he had to claw his way back from hell itself,

he would make them all pay.

The lynch mob shot and stabbed him dozens of times

and even then it was only a,

a lucky hit from his own sword that killed him.

- No shit.

- It gets worse.

The only thing he hated more than Yankees

was black people.

- What was that supposed to mean?

- Nothing.

- Uh, I hear that tone in your voice.

You got a problem with me? - No, I don't ha--no.

- Huh? You got a problem?

Fuck away, huh? You got a problem with me?

- No. - The fuck you don't.

- No, no, no, no!

- No.

He's talking about Bloody Bill,

a Confederate raider, right?

- Yes.

- So then he doesn't like any of us. Just drop it, okay?

- You better watch that tone with me, you understand?

Watch that tone.

- Oh, God.

- Sandra. No, don't.

Sandra?

Sandra? Sandra?

- Sandra? Sandra!

- Shut up. All right.

Who saw her last?

Who saw her last?

Fuck. Damn. Come on.

- Sandra? - Ssh!

- Sandra. - Ssh!

- Why is it still sunset?

- What?

- Why?

- Look. I shoulda told you, but she didn't just abandon us.

- I know. That's what has me so worried.

- Hey, there she is.

- Sandra?

- Sandra, is everything okay?

- Damn, baby, what's the--

Oh, fuck me.

- Oh, my God. Oh, God.

- Bloody Bill. - Oh, God.

- What the fuck did you do this for?

- You saying I did this?

- Well, well, what, what else?

You've done nothing but kidnap us, bring us to this shit hole.

- Buck, it wasn't him. It couldn't have been him.

He was with us the entire time.

- Oh, shit. You mean there's something worse out here?

- Buck, calm down.

- Fuck it. It, it's gonna come after us, all right?

- Calm down, Buck.

- Fuck calm. I ain't waiting around just for some lunatic

to mistake me for one of you.

I'm from Georgia. Fuck this. I'm outta here.

- Hey, calm down.

- Buck, come back. Don't go!

- Hey, come back. Hey! Hey, last warning. Get--!

- Ahhhh!

♪

- What I told you about being a hero, huh?

What I told you about being a hero?

I told you--

[screams]

- Stop.

Give me the keys, Earl.

Now! Slowly. Slowly.

- Okay, okay.

- Slo-slow, slow.

Try me.

Try me. All right, back up.

Back up. Back up. Back up.

All right, right, right, right.

[growling]

- What is that?

♪

- Get out the way, man.

[gunfire]

[gunshot]

- [screaming] Help help!

♪

- What are we gonna do now?

Gwyn, look. I am not leaving Coach Denton behind.

- Glad to hear it. Neither am I.

- What the heck is that for?

- Earl's skull. Come on.

- Gwyn. Gwyn. He's got a gun.

[gags]

[gunfire]

♪

[gunfire]

[eerie music]

- Oh, shit. That's not right.

Fuck!

[growling]

[gunshot]

- The fuck, man?

That's gonna make you feel better, g'head.

G'head.

- Don't think for a second I forgot who brought us here.

[cocks gun]

- Oh, my God.

Sandra, she must still be alive.

Here's your bag.

I guess I gotta trust you now.

♪

- What the fuck? I've been here before.

Sandra? S-Sandra, is that you?

Where are you?

Sandra?

Jesus, you're alive?

[growling]

Jeez.

[screaming]

[crunching]

♪

- What was that? - [groans]

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- Oh, no. He's burning up.

- Come on, Jerry. Let me see it.

- [groans]

- It stinks. - Oh, God.

We need to get him to a doctor bad.

- I don't think you're gonna find any of those around here.

- Damn. Well, then back to the hotel.

- No, no, no, I'm, I'm fine.

- Jerry, what's the matter?

- [groans] Oh, God.

- What's going on?

- Stomach, ah, cramping up real bad.

- You'll be fine, Jerry, on your feet. Okay?

- It's supposed to be dark by now.

Jerry, just--.

Put him over here.

- I'm fine.

- No, no, no, no. I'll get that.

It's okay. It just needs a bandage.

- [groans] - Wait a second.

- Never do that again.

- It, it just needs a bandage, is all.

- Okay, Jerry. Hold on. This may sting a minute, okay?

- Ow. [groans]

- Jerry, are you okay?

- Shit. Oh.

- That's it, we're, we're almost done. We're almost done.

- Ooh, shit, oh, shit.

- Jerry, we're almost done, we're almost done.

- God.

- Jerry, look. It, it's, it's gonna be okay.

- Jerry, what's the matter? What's wrong?

- Damn it, my stomach.

- What, what is it?

- [grunts]

- Gwyn, we have to do something! - My stomach.

- What? What is it? Let me try and find you something to eat.

JERRY: Fuck you.

- Jerry, look, just calm down.

- Jerry, you have to tell me. Is it, like, poisoning?

- [grunts]

I think I'm starving.

- Starving?

- [groans]

- What?

- Is that you?

- My dearest sister, there you are no more.

Know that through me you will have your vengeance.

And if the God to whom you employed me to supplicate myself

sought it to leave you defenseless,

then perhaps Satan will see fit

to grant me the strength I'm needed to see my duty fulfilled.

The town of Sunset Valley has sealed its fate and

I will see them damned if not in this life then with my next.

I don't know.

- Gwyn, what does this mean? What are they talking about?

- It's Mary. Mary Anderson.

She was Bill's sister.

Mary moved out West sometime near the end

of the war hoping to begin life anew.

And while she herself had no part in her brother's evil

deeds,he cast a long shadow, one she could not escape from.

When the locals discovered Mary's brother was none

other than the infamous Bloody Bill Anderson,

they hanged her.

Whether out of fear or hatred, for vengeance,

vigilantes took her out and executed her.

Unfortunately for them,

their troubles didn't end with Mary's life.

Bloody Bill had tracked his sister down hoping for a life

of peaceful anonymity after the war.

But all he found was her stiffening corpse

swaying in the wind.

It was then that he swore to make the entire town

pay for what they had done.

- Oh. Oh, my God.

[clatter]

- Mandy, get Jerry, and go hide.

[screams]

- Shit, Coach. I thought you, did you find Buck?

- Help me with this, help me with this.

- Freeze, asshole. Don't move or I swear to God, I'll shoot you.

- Gwyn?

- Drop your bag and give me the keys.

- Gwyn, lower the gun.

- It's okay. I've got it under control. Give me the keys.

We'll find Buck and we'll leave you here

with whoever killed Sandra.

Give me the fucking keys.

- Listen, we just spent the last ten minutes here

trying not to get eaten alive.

I-If, if it all the same for you, I suggest you point

that thing somewhere else.

- What the hell is going on here?

- I don't know, all right?

Not everything has an explanation.

I just, I know what I saw. I know what I smelled.

And trust me, once you smell death

you never mistake it for anything else.

- Dead? What do you mean they're dead?

- They're not dead. It's something else.

Toxins, fallout, mutations.

I know and this doesn't make a lot of sense.

But sometimes you just have to trust that what you see

is what you're getting.

If we wanna make it outta here,

we're gonna have to work together.

Oh, God. You okay, sport?

Good. Okay.

Um, everybody out in the van.

We're getting outta here.

- Right now?

- You don't want to stay here, do you?

- No, but what about Buck?

- What about Buck?

- We can't just leave him here.

- I di--I didn't say we were leaving him.

I just t--Jerry needs a doctor

and we just can't go looking for Buck on foot.

- Well, we can at least stay here for a minute

before we abandon him.

- Look, Jerry needs a hospital. We don't have time to sit

around here waiting for him to come back.

- I say fuck him. He ran off like a little pussy

and left you guys here to dangle.

Shit, he's probably dead already.

- We do not know that yet.

- Honey, there's possible and probable.

Right now, your friend falls into neither.

- We are not going to leave him here to die.

- It's okay for us to leave Jerry here to die?

- All right, that's enough.

- Yeah, you're damn right it's enough.

He gets in this fucking mess and then he expects us

to leave our friend here to die?

- Oh, so it's all my fault now.

- End of discussion.

Mandy and Gwyn, you get Jerry out to the van.

We're gonna drive around and look for Buck.

At the first sign of trouble, we are getting out of here.

- But-- - This is not up for debate!

We either find him or we don't.

I am not endangering lives for him.

Do I make myself clear?

- [giggles]

- He got them all. All of 'em.

And he's gonna get us.

He'll get us, too.

- Jerry-- - Don't Jerry me.

We're all damned.

All of us.

Don't any of you see?

Bloody Bill came here and he never left.

No one leaves.

- Jerry? Listen to me.

- Cursed.

Cursed them all.

Cursed us. With his dying breath he cursed us.

- Jerry.

Listen. I know the evidence seems to support the legend,

but there is a reasonable and logical explanation

for all of this.

Dead people do not just get up and start eating people.

- But what about Coach Denton? He saw them.

- They could be sick, psychotic, any number of reasons.

Ergo, Erlman's Disease.

- You're wrong.

This place is cursed. And so am I.

So am I.

- This says you're wrong.

- Okay.

You're on.

♪

- All right. You ride shotgun.

If it isn't Buck, put it down.

- He ran off towards the edge of town.

- Great, where we'll start.

Let's hope we find him before anything else does.

[ominous music]

[rock music plays]

- Oh.

Oh, shit.

- AhhhH!

[gunshots]

- Oh, shit.

That's not right. I shot you!

[gunfire]

[screaming]

♪

♪

♪

[crying]

- Lay down. You're hurting.

- Jerry.

[rumbling]

- What?

- Hand me a gun. - Why?

- 'Cause we need as much firepower as possible,

unless you have another pair of hands in that bag

hand me a gun, damn it.

- You watch where you point that thing, you hear?

- Don't worry about me.

- Jerry, how you holding up over here?

- Ssh.

- [sniffing]

- What was that?

- Thank God it stopped.

- What's going--?

Gwyn, what are we gonna do?

- No one leaves. No one gets out.

- That's enough crazy talk outta you, boy.

- Leave her alone!

- He's about to claim us all.

- Somebody got sense, fucking all, I'll shoot this guy.

- He's back to claim us all.

Just like he claimed the others.

- Tell your boyfriend to be quiet, okay?

- You know what?

- Both of you stop arguing.

We're getting out of here right now.

Earl? Grab an arm.

- No arm.

- Screw you!

- Jesus Christ. What's that smell?

- Jerry, come on. We gotta get you outta here.

Come on, Jerry.

- [grunts]

- Come on. We've gotta get you outta here.

Get up, Jerry. Come on, Jerry. Get up.

- Jerry, come on. We gotta get you out of here.

- [coughing] - What's wrong?

- Come on, Jerry. - [grunts]

- Come on. What's wrong with you?

- Put him down. - We can't carry him.

Get up.

- God, Jerry.

Jerry. What's wrong?

- Please. Get out of here. Just go.

- Jerry, we're not going anywhere.

What's wrong?

[banging]

- Jerry? Jerry, it's gonna be okay.

- Goddamn, you don't look good, boy. Shit.

- Get out of here.

- Tell me what is wrong. - Just go!

Please? We're not going any-- What?

What's wrong? We're not leaving you.

Please, Jerry.

- Get out! - What's wrong with you, boy?

[distorted voice]

[screaming]

[growling]

[screaming] [growling]

[gunshot] [screaming]

[gunshot]

[crying]

[screaming]

- We have to get out of here. They're almost in.

- Not too far down.

We can jump from this ledge, no problem.

And it's not too far from that riverbed.

We can make it.

- But that's over a hundred yards away.

- And they're not two feet behind that door.

Take your pick.

[banging]

- It really doesn't matter.

They're gonna get us anyway.

- Mandy, just calm down. We're making it out of here.

- No, we won't. They got the others and they'll get us, too.

- Not all of us, they won't.

- What are you talking about? You're staying behind?

- In a nutshell.

- We can all make it. We're not gonna leave anyone else behind.

- I have no say in the matter.

I'm staying here whether I like it or not.

- But, we don't even know--.

- Don't even try. What happened to your friend,

to all of these people, is gonna happen to me.

You know it. I know it.

And we all know that's no way for anyone to go.

Even for someone like me.

Besides, I have a few things to say to that racist

son of a bitch before I check out.

- Earl?

- Now, get the hell out of here and don't look back.

[rumbling]

- Okay, Earl. You're a three-time loser.

A pusher, a user, a thief, a great thief, sure.

But that's just a technicality.

It's time to do some good.

It's time to do some good. It's time to do some good.

It's time to do some good. It's--It's time to--

Who the fuck am I kidding?

I ain't gonna be that good. Fuck that shit.

Oh, yeah. Mother fuckers. You mother fuckers.

Take that. Who the fuck you zombies laughing at?

Yeah motherfucker!

Who the fuck you zombies laughing at?

Who the fuck, you zombie mother fuckers.

Who the fuck you zombies laughing at?

Who the fuck you zombies laughing at?

- Do you think--?

- I don't know. I hope so. I really do. Come on.

[rock music plays] - Oh, yeah, mother fuckers.

You mother fuckers.

Yeah. Yeah. Oh, yeah, mother fuckers.

Who the fuck you zombies laughing at?

Who the fuck you zombies laughing at?

Remember me, asshole? Huh?

[grunts]

[screams]

[screaming]

♪

[atmospheric music]

♪

- Oh, my goodness.

We made it.

They're all gone. We made it. We're gonna be okay.

- I know. But we have to get going, okay?

- But no. We're gonna be okay.

We're still here. Right?

- Yeah.

MAN: Hey.

- Oh, my God.

- Mandy, you run when I tell you to, okay?

- No. It can't be.

MAN: Hey.

- Earl?

- Hey, you guys, wait for me.

- Earl?

- Mandy?

- Earl. Is that you? Thank God.

Thank God it's you.

- Well, let's just say some obligin' fellas

got in the way of those explosives for me.

- Obligin'? What's up with the accent?

- No!

[gasps]

- No. No, Mandy. No. No!

No! No, no, Mandy, no! No!

[screams]

[gunshots]

[rock music plays]

- Come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Shit, the key. Damn it.

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This is impossible.

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What?

No. This can't be. This--

Oh, God.

Oh, God, thank God--.

[screams]

[growling]

[screaming]

[growling]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

♪

[atmospheric music]

[distorted voices]

[voices continues]

[demonic voice]

Ahhhh!

[gunshot]

[clicking]

[screaming]

[growling]

♪

[groans]

[grunts]

♪

- Oh, my God. Mary Anderson.

[ethereal music]

♪

[rumble, crash]

GWYN: [southern accent] Bill. It's so nice to see you.

Now, is that any way to treat your little sister

after all this time?

♪

[screams]

♪

[thud]

[church bells ring]

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[clock ticking]

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[rock music plays]

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