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- How much further?

- How much further?

- We're here.

- Here?

- Not to call you a liar, but not seeing any ruins.

(static buzzing)

(laughing)

Yeah, I'm not going down there.

(soft ominous music)

- What is that?

- The Aztecs, they believed the human soul

is comprised of five parts, five pieces.

In order for the devil to take a soul,

he needs to obtain all five.

We shouldn't be here.

We, we gotta go, now.

- No, we're not going anywhere.

Wow.

- We shouldn't be here.

- Check it out.

- We gotta get out of here.

- No.

(ominous music)

- Leave it.

(grunting and yelling)

(breathing heavily)

- [Demon] Welcome.

(suspenseful music)

- That's a hell of a face.

(dramatic music)

- We're here.

- (whispers) Oh balls.

- Well holy, holy.

(slapping) (gasping)

Welcome home, sis.

- Thought he'd outlive us all.

- He never stopped asking about you.

- I'm sure.

- You know just last week he was--

- Can I have a second, please?

- Sure, fuck it.

(sighing)

- You know what's on the other side?

The devil.

When he comes, and he will come,

that's where he'll come from.

He will take you, one piece at a time.

(intense piano music)

- Morgan, thought that was you.

I ain't seen you since, what?

- Graduation.

- Heard you was living in the Rotten Apple.

- I was.

- Hold on. - Sure.

- Hey, where are you going?

- I gotta flight.

- Is that a fucking joke?

I can't believe you.

I haven't seen you since graduation.

- He didn't give me much of a choice, Natalie.

- Bullshit. - Whatever.

- What now you just breeze in here, pay your respects,

and split, just like that?

Poof, taillights. - Yeah.

- No, no, no, no, no.

This shit is not flying, come on.

- What's your problem?

- Like it or not, we're all that's left.

Look, I know you two had your issues,

but you have got to let go of your hate.

- He disowned me, I wasn't even 18.

- What are you doing?

(ominous piano music)

- Looks just the same, doesn't it?

- I guess, yeah.

- I remember when we played The Floor is Lava

and I hung from that water pipe there.

- Yeah, you kicked off one of Pop's track lights

that set off the sprinkler system and cost him a fortune.

- I have to go.

- He never got over you leaving.

- I didn't leave, Natalie.

- You just can't keep rolling through life

blaming your crap on everybody else.

- What do you want from me?

- I want you to own your shit.

- Noted.

- Oh my God.

- Morgan.

I can take your burden.

- Piss off.

Freak show.

Bingo.

- Hey girl.

I've been looking for you.

My place work for you?

- Where do you live?

- Close, man, no home.

- That works, I got somewhere to be later.

(gate clattering)

(keyboard clicking)

Shit, it's stuck.

Come on.

(gasping)

Oh man.

(ominous music)

Welcome home.

(giggling)

- Okay, okay.

(chuckling)

I can't, I can't.

You got me.

(laughing)

I'm gonna get ya, I'm gonna get ya, here I come.

(screaming playfully)

- Here we go.

I'm rich?

What the hell?

(suspenseful music)

Creepy ass shit.

Time to make the donuts.

(door creaking)

(intense music)

- Morgan, go play somewhere else.

Go find your sister.

- Robert, I wanted to revisit our earlier conversation,

about my place here.

(dramatic music)

- Oh that is not right.

- I can help more. - No.

- I can. - No!

- Shit.

(suspenseful music)

(creature buzzing)

Okay, okay you guys got me.

Now why don't we just...

Shatterproof you assholes.

Fuck you.

What?

(creature clicking)

Shit.

Wait, will you please hold on a second?

Please.

(screaming and grunting)

Bitch, I'm from Glendale.

Where'd you guys go, huh?

We were just getting started.

(screaming)

(flesh squelching)

(breathing heavily)

Shit.

Shit.

Come on.

(screaming)

(creatures clicking)

(grunting)

(flesh squelching)

You messed

with the wrong

girl.

What the fuck?

Ow.

Shit.

God dammit.

Help, help.

Hello?

(crickets chirping)

What the hell?

(engine rattling)

(crashing, horn blaring)

- I'll take your burden, I want to.

- Trust me, there's nothing that you can do.

- I want my piece.

(horn blaring)

(groaning)

Oh shit.

Shit.

What do I do now?

Think, think, think.

Help.

Help me!

Anyone?

What the hell's going on?

- [Robert] Hey Pumpkin.

So I guess if you're hearing this,

I guess that means I'm dead.

I think it's--

(suspenseful music)

- Shit.

(gun fires)

No.

(sobbing)

(eerie music)

That is not awesome.

- That's where it's coming from.

It will take you one piece at a time.

(groaning)

- I need a drink.

Please make this stop.

Why is this happening to me?

(flesh squelching) (groaning)

My eye.

(ominous organ music)

(screaming)

(screaming)

Not again.

It's all backwards.

- [Demon] You should go backwards from here.

- I don't think so.

Hello, hello?

Cruel, isn't it?

(intense, dramatic music)

(demonic voice murmuring)

Backwards.

Backwards.

(speaking backwards)

Can't catch a break.

Natalie?

- If you go in there, I can't help you.

(demonic voices murmuring)

- This bitch.

Two down, three to go.

(demonic voices murmuring)

(light twinkly music)

- We can live together in here forever,

just the two of us, forever and ever.

(gasping)

- Fuck this.

(voices murmuring)

(flesh squelching)

(moaning)

(evil cackling)

(demonic voices murmuring)

what the hell was that?

- I was there with you.

I've always been behind you.

(demonic voices murmuring)

- What is it?

- Open it.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you.

A hundred thank yous and a million.

I love you, thank you.

- You're welcome honey.

And we can live here together, just the two of us.

Forever and ever.

(groaning)

(animals scratching)

- Stop it.

(breathing heavily)

(light tapping)

(ominous music)

- [Demon] Morgan.

- What do you want?

The keys!

(engine revving)

(screaming)

- [Demon] The firstborn has been promised.

I'm here to collect.

(dramatic piano music)

- I'm sorry.

- Where am I supposed to go?

- Your birthday's Monday.

You need to be gone by the weekend.

- [Little Girl] You can end the cycle.

(gasping)

- Do you know what's on the other side of that?

- Morgan! - How do I stop this?

(demonic voice murmuring)

(papers rustling)

- There's no way out.

(screaming)

- Fuck me.

(laughing)

Here we go.

(screaming)

(flesh squelching)

(glass rattling)

Okay the arrow, I gotta get to the safe.

How the hell am I gonna get to the safe?

(zombies growling)

Yeah, this'll do.

Let's go get that arrow.

(grunting)

(zombies growling)

(screaming)

(ominous music intensifying)

(flesh squelching)

My leg.

This can't be it.

(sobbing)

(groaning)

(zombies growling)

(Morgan breathing heavily)

(gun fires)

Eat this.

(gun fires)

(ominous music)

How do I stop it?

You fucker.

(hammer clanging)

(bell ringing)

I beat it.

I beat it.

(screaming)

(soft music)

(flesh squelching)

That's it.

I'm done, I'm not playing any more.

Thanks, Dad.

(suspenseful music)

I'm not afraid of you.

(growling)

Last one.

So what now?

(dramatic music)

- Morgan.

One by one the pieces are being swallowed.

All mine.

Yes.

Come.

(breathing heavily)

(gun firing)

(squealing)

I am wrath.

No other can save you, only me.

Your father ran, and now he's he's gonna repent.

- In there?

(intense music)

- Dad?

- Hey pumpkin. - What are you?

- So I guess if you're,

if you're hearing this, I guess that means I'm dead.

I think it's,

it's only fair that you know

that this is all, everything, my fault.

I never wanted to send you away.

When I was a young man I made a deal.

I made a deal to sacrifice something that I never

thought that I'd actually have.

But once I did I knew I couldn't do it.

I couldn't hurt you, I couldn't let anything hurt you.

So I pushed you away.

I'm not asking you for your forgiveness,

I know there's none to be had, not after what I did.

I just hope you can let go of it,

the hatred in your heart.

I love you, Morgan, know that.

I do love you, I always have.

(intense music)

(screaming)

(demonic voices murmuring)

(grunting)

(demon chuckling)

(demonic murmuring)

- The firstborn has been promised.

(demon screaming)

(explosion)

(splashing)

(dramatic music)

(gunshots)

- I'm rich.

(dramatic piano music)

Wait, wait, wait.

How many times?

- Five times.

- The Devil killed you five times?

- Oh, four.

- If you don't wanna give me the raise,

you should just say so.