All language subtitles for Residue.2017.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[tense music]

[motorcycle revs]

[music swells]

[knocking]

[man at door]
John.

[sighs] Anthony.

John.

Now is not a good time.

[whooshing]
[door creaks]

[door thuds]
[soft rattling]

[unsettling music]

How the hell are ya, John?

You all right?
You, uh, fucked up?

I mean, I know
I'm a bit fucked up,

but it's just the whiskey.

[exhales]
I imagine you are fucked up

in a whole different
kinda way, huh?

I'm fine, Anthony.

I just need to get
back to my work.

Oh, yeah?

What page are you on, John?

[John groans]

Huh?

I just reached page 40.

I believe.

Yes. One of the companions
is missing.

And so is his knife.
So yes, I just reached page 40.

[Anthony sighs heavily]

I see.

[sighs] Okay, John.

I thought you'd be special.

But I'm afraid your time is up.

[jarring tones]

What can I say?

I'm very sorry.

But I just reached page 40.

You've been on page 40
for six goddamn weeks.

What?

No.

No, it can't have been.

I don't have that much time.

[Anthony sighs]

But Lamont says it's time
for the book to move on.

Wouldn't do that, Anthony.

It doesn't like violence.

[jarring notes]

[Anthony chuckles]

Well then,
it's gonna hate me.

[gun clicks]

[sick squishing]
[whipping]

[groans]
Goddamn it, John.

[chittering]

You are past page 40.

Oh, look, you're right.

Page 43.

Fuck you.
[gun fires]

It would be painless.

[gun fires]

[Anthony shouts]

Or so it keeps telling me.

[gun fires multiple shots]

Fuck you, John.
[screams] Son of a...

If only there was
a quicker way...

to just skip to the end.

[eerie tones]

[sharp whooshing]
[flesh squelching]

[John gags]

[electronic voice]
Your device storage is full.

Create cloud storage?

[Luke narrating] Private journal
from Luke Harding.

This is for whoever
reads the book next.

I'm not sure
how I've made it this far,

but maybe my story will help
you reach the end of yours.

How did this all start?

I guess you need to know how
I ended up with the book.

I need to back up
a couple of cases,

when I first started
working for Mr. Fairweather.

I thought it was
a simple surveillance job.

Follow 10 people

and catch them doing
something just a little dirty.

It sounded simple enough.

Hell, I'd already knocked off
the first eight.

But the ninth
was a well-respected priest.

I really thought
this one would take a while.

But I was forgetting what side
of the tracks I was on.

Prostitution is immoral.

Proverb 23:27.

For a prostitute is
a deviant and an adulteress.

[suspenseful music]

[drone hums]

[prostitute] What say I give
you a quick handy 'round back

and then call it a night?

[Luke]
I was so close to a payday.

But what I didn't realize
was something really valuable

was passing through town.

[metallic clanging]
[groaning]

My employer was about to make
a very dangerous power play.

And there I was,

about to walk right
into the middle of it all.

I had to keep my tail
between my legs.

Because as easy as the first
nine on my list had been,

the 10th had proven
impossible.

[man] Let's go.

[Luke] It was time
to have an audience

with Mr. Fairweather,

a wrestling promoter
turned crook.

[loud thudding]

[electronic rattling]

[energetic rock music]

[horn blowing]
[audience cheering]

The champ had arrived.

Scotty was Fairweather's
right-hand man.

We went back.

We had been friends
and enemies several times.

I wasn't sure where
the scorecard had left off

when Scotty introduced me
to Fairweather.

And I was too broke to care.

[distant crowd cheering]

[loud thudding]

[wrestler] Lookin' forward
to tonight, man.

So there's two things,
all right? Two things.

[wrestler] I'm gonna give
your guys a throw-down.

Are you in the show?
Pardon?

Oh, are you workin'
with Fairweather?
I work for myself.

Me, I'm both.
You doin' a list?

You know, basic shit.
Try to find a little dirt
on each person.

Hey, who took my fuckin'
cheese grater? Fuckin' you?

Take it easy, Ferox.

Mr. Fairweather
will see you now.

Mr. Luke Harding.

Gotta tell ya, I got
a five-year-old niece

who could fly a drone
better than you.

But you got what I needed
for that guy, so...

Good.

I just got one

glaringly obvious thing
to discuss here,

seeing as how I gave you
a list with 10 names on it.

I know, but--

Now, I ain't no math
magician,

but I'm only seein'

nine files here.

Yo, Larry.

Yes, sir.

If I was to
ask you for, say,

10 cigars,

what would you do?

Bring you 10 cigars,
Mr. Fairweather.

And if you only came back
with nine?

Oh, no.

I'd never come back
with only nine, sir.

You see, Luke,
that's why Larry

is wearing more expensive
shoes than you are.

Why he smells better.
Why he has a nicer haircut.

Why there's...

pussy hangin' off him
all the time.

Because Larry

knows how to fucking
count to 10!

Look,

I followed that Gary Huang guy
for a month.

Kid's clean.

So you're goin' to bat
for this Squeaky McClean?

Yes.

So I'm payin' you
to tell me

that this kid could be standi''
at the gates of heaven,

and God himself wouldn't
find the parking ticket.

Yes.

And even with our contract,

that states you only pay half.

I know our fucking
contract, Mr. Harding.

And believe me,

it was a one-time thing.

Now get the hell
outta my office.

Actually, I was hoping
to get that half n--

When Mr. Fairweather says
it's time to go,
it's time to go.

If you don't mind,
I have some bills.

Yeah, if I don't mind.
That's all I hear all day long.

If you don't mind,
Mr. Fairweather,

if you don't
mind, Mr. Fairweather.

Well, I mind.

[thudding]
For fuck's sake.

[breathes heavily]

What the fuck
am I payin' ya for?

Gimme a runway,
goddamn it.

Okay.

Here's your salary.

[low uneasy music]

You're a miserable failure,
Harding.

Please welcome
to the stage, Ruby Red.

[electronic dance music]

[Luke]
Happy birthday to me.

Time for my annual email
from my father's estate.

He paid to record dozens
of messages for me

from his deathbed.

It was the greatest
gift of all:

a reminder
that he was dead.

So, son,
it's your 37th birthday.

You were my one chance
for a legacy.

Hey.

And look what I got
to work with.

[Luke]
Two shots, whiskey.

You miserable excuse
for a human being.

Thanks for askin', Dad.

Now, I know that life
has probably chewed you up

and spit you out a few times.

Angelina's doin' just fine.

You were the most
pointless part

of my existence.
I don't see her much, but--

Your whore of a mother
hated every second of you.

I try to be there for her.

And she...
[coughs and gags]

I think it's safe to say
that you are probably worth--

[earpiece beeps]

[unsettling music]

[Luke]
Having a terrible father

was no excuse for being one.

My daughter, Angelina,

was havin' a rough go
at her mother's.

And here I was,
just squeezin' by.

And only gettin' half my pay

meant I wasn't crawlin' out
of my hole anytime soon.

But the least
it was a start.

Monica.

Luke.
I got my rent.

And what I was short
last month.

[vocalizes interest]
It looks like Luke and Monica

are up to something.

What?

Are you sure
you can do this?

Just take it while I got it.

Neighbor, hey.
Hey, Edwin.

Hey, how you doin'?

Shut up.

Yeah, is it raining today,

do you think?
No, I'm good.

It's not gonna rain today.

I'm just tired of it.
What are you mumblin' about?

You got nothin' to say.

I hope it doesn't rain.

I hope it doesn't rain, too,
buddy.

[scoffs]
Get a drink.

You worthless piece of shit.

[Edwin]
The mountains are out.

Yeah, they certainly are.

I guess the dream
was to land one big case.

Earn enough to move to
a better section of town.

Work for a bigger player.

Like Mr. Lamont.

He ran this city.

A job from him could change
a man's destiny.

Whereas a call
from Fairweather

tended to be more trouble
than it was worth.

[cellphone rings]

Hello?

Mr. Harding.

Jules Fairweather here.

What now?

[groans]
Don't be like that.

I was actually just calli''
to apologize.

I sometimes let my emotions
get ahead of me.

I get so used to dealin' with
dipshits all day, you know.

You know how it is.

Anyway, it looks like
you're right on point

with this Gary Huang kid.

So my partners
and I have a little test.

Our friend Gary Huang
has passed this test,

so now we need to
deliver to him his prize.

What kind of prize?

Well, that's the $10,000
question, isn't it?

[Luke]
What do you mean?

I give you 10 grand
to deliver this package,

and you never ask
that question again.

That's a lot of money.
This isn't some kind of hit
or anything?

A hit?

[sighs]

You think if I'm gonna
commit a homicide,

my first instinct
is to call up

some trailer-park garbage
for fuck's... [mumbling]

Fuckin' Christ!

I'm really sorry. I...

must be off my meds.
[chuckles]

Thank you for your patience.

I have a simple
but very important task--

Deliver a package to
Gary Huang, and I,

I can't stress this enough,

Gary himself has to be
the who opens it now.

You've tailed this guy
for a month, so...

you know his schedule.

[Luke sighs heavily]

Simple delivery job.

I'll be there in an hour.

What a fuckin' idiot.

[unsettling tones]

[Scotty]
Luke.

So, now's the time?

Yeah. Doctor Who is on
in a couple of hours,

and Gary always
watches it alone.

Hmm.

Then go to it.

My associates
will accompany you.

Well, I don't really need 'em.
Oh, relax.

They're on your side now.

Gentle as kittens.

Meow.

[foreboding tones]

I guess this Gary Huang
is a real lucky guy, right?

Don't fish, Luke.
It's very unbecoming.

Gimme your piece.

Who the fuck is this?

Got no idea.

But you know
this is the first time

that someone's actually
passed the test.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Scotty, you gotta pay
more fuckin' attention.

Forgive me if
I'm too busy main-eventing

and getting laid
Oh, God.

to worry about your extra
hired goon.

[Ferox] You make it
sound so fuckin' dirty.

[glass shatters]
[Ferox groans]

[groans]
You fuckin' thing.

[engine revving]
[tires squealing]

[Ferox] He fuckin' shot me!
[Luke] Turn it!

Oh, fuck.

[Ferox groans]

Scotty,
I'm fucking dying, man.

I fucking need you to do
something or--

[Scotty]
You want it in the temple?

I didn't mean to call
the hospital, you fuck!

[groans]
Fuck this.

[Ferox] Scotty!

[groans]
Fuck, Scotty!

Unlock the door.
Open the door.

Go. You, get the fuck out.

[muffled speaking]

[thudding]
[Luke groans]

Hurry up.
Face the door.

Face the door,
and you fuckin' pray

that they don't
come in shooting.

I'm gonna call Fairweather.

[blows connecting]
[grunting]

That was stupid.

You really wanna
do this, Luke?

[tense music]

You really wanna take on
the champ?

Huh?

[Scotty shouts in surrender]

[loud cracking]
[Luke groans]

That's why you can never
play heel, brother.

Oh, shit!

[heavy breathing]

Luke.

Goddamn karma.

[loud thudding]

Truce?
All right.

[Scotty groans]

Scotty.

Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's all good.
I don't want any trouble.

This is what you want, right?

[gun fires]
[Scotty shouts]

[grunting]

Shit.

Oh, where you goin'?
I'm not done.

I'm not done.

You get the fuck outta here.

[aggressive shouting]

[bone cracking]
[groaning]

Was it Lamont?

Huh?
Did Lamont send you?

[loud groaning]

Oh fuck!
[flesh squelching]

Ow, shit.

[groaning]

[gun fires]

[body thudding]

Scotty!

[Ferox coughs]

Oh fuck.
Who the fuck are you?

Fuck you, you--
Shh.

[Scotty] Fuck.
[groans]

[Luke] What do you need,
what do you need?

My glasses, my glasses.
No, no, no, no, no, you.

You put them on.

[groans]
Look at me, look at me.

I look good, right?

You look great, Scotty.

I'll leave a good-looki''
corpse. Ow. [gasps]

[sirens wail]

[tense music]

[Luke sighs]

[unsettling tones]

[Luke]
Whatever was in that package

had somehow saved my life.

Maybe deep down I felt
a connection with it.

Like I owed it something.

[breathes raggedly]

But the truth is,
I killed one of Lamont's men.

Not exactly the introduction
I was looking for.

If he was somehow involved,

then I needed to get rid
of that package immediately.

[eerie tones]

But I was still chasin' money.

[creepy whispers]
[soft creaking]

[unsettling tones]

[strange chirping]

[explorer] I can feel you
reading this as I write.

The creature draws near.
I can't help you survive.

But if you want me to
free your soul,

you need only to stand up.
Otherwise...

Please remain seated
while reading this book.

[foreboding music]

[eerie tones]

Where are my keys.

Goddamn it, where are my keys?

[metallic jangling]
[disturbing tones]

[electronic rattling]

[phone dialing]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

I don't like gettin' shot at.

But lucky for you,
I still got your package.

You want it back?

Well, yeah.

Here's the deal.

You pay me what you promised
for the delivery,

I bring you the package back.

We can call it danger pay for
keeping your merchandise safe.

All right.
My place.

Tomorrow at noon.

45th and Thurlow.

Unit 273.

Very well.

[tense music]

[Lamont] Oh, Jules,
why did you possibly think

you could steal from me?

Well, my friend,
I hope you're ready.

I want you to go there,
tomorrow, noon.

Pay whatever the price,
and bring me back my book.

Okay.
[Lamont] And bring
Jacob with you.

Things have been messed up
enough already.

I think we should err on the
side of caution on this one.

-Mm-hmm.
-[phone rings]

-Hi, honey.
-Hey, Dad.

Can you hear me okay?
Yeah, how are you?

Look, do remember when
you said that, you know,

if things ever got rough
for me or whatever

that I could come stay with
you for a while or something?

Yeah, I remember that.

No, no, that's fine.

It won't take me long
to straighten up.

[speaking in foreign language]

[knocking]

[Monica groans]

Luke, it's like almost
11:00 here.

I know.

Yeah, I just realized what
a terrible idea this is.

Am I supposed to mace you now?

I hope not.

Tell me what
the hell it is you want.

Your cleaning services.

And I can help.

And I got this.

I didn't have any cash left,

but I do have this fine
bottle of brandy.

It's worth over $90.

There's still
at least 50 bucks' worth.

You want me to help you clean
that shit-hole apartment
of yours tonight?

And I can pay you
more later, too.

Look, I'm sorry, Luke.
I clean all day,

and I just really wanna--
I understand.

But just keep that bottle
of brandy, and I'll just...
I'm sorry I bugged you.

Why do you want that apartment
of yours cleaned by tomorrow?

[Luke]
My daughter.

Oh, no.

You do not lay some sob story on
me. Especially about some kid.

How old is she?
18, just.

How rough's she had it?
Very rough.

So there's a slim chance
right now

that you can make up for
a fraction of the crap
you put her through.

A very small chance.
And you've got paper towels?

Well, yeah,
I think I've got a--
I'll be over in five.

[Luke] Oh, my God,
thank you so much.
Be ready.

I will.

[cart rattles]

I knew this was a job
for big old Bobby.

Okay.
[sighs]

I'll get started here.

You get to the bathroom.

And don't hesitate
to throw anything out.

I'm gonna stack anything that
looks important on your table.

You can go through it later.

[dark tones]

Okay.

Only two more trips to the
dumpster, and then we're done.

[eerie tones]

It's so--
Adequate?

[foreboding tones]

So, how long's it been?

Since you've seen your daughter?

Two years.

Probably more.

You miss her?
So much.

But I mean, I ain't got much.

You've got
a safe place to sleep.

Sometimes that's enough.

I guess.
There was a time in my life

where I would have killed
for just enough stability

to get
somethin' goin'.

[sighs heavily]

We make a pretty good team,
you and me.

You didn't step on my toes once.

You know, you're--

What?

Quite...

What?

I'm sorry, it's just--

Yeah, it's okay.

You looked interested.

With my daughter
comin' here soon--
It's okay.

[rattling]

[doorknob turns]

You go be good daddy now.

[rattling]
[door shuts]

[Luke] My dad always said
it's better to piss a woman off

for a night
than for a lifetime.

Like always,
I wish he was out of my head.

The thing is, Monica was
the sharpest one
in the tenement.

She didn't deserve to get
caught up with someone like me.

[low ominous tones]

[sick squishing]

[groans]
Shit.

[eerie tones]

[explorer] We knew from the
moment we saw its fleshy nest

we must destroy it.

I dragged it to the soft
ground using a whaling hook,

where we buried it
immediately.

What a weak, miserable,
pathetic excuse for a--

[phone beeps]

First entry
for a personal-interest case.

Attempting to assess the
value of an untitled journal.

Something about an explorer
trapped in the woods.

If it is a true journal,

he's clearly going insane
from panic.

[electronic voice]
Your device storage is full.

What?
I should have tons.

[phone beeps]

First entry for
a personal-interest case.

Attempting to assess the value
of an untitled journal.

The text appears to be
handwritten in ink.

First journal entry
for Luke Harding.

This is the first entry
for a personal-interest case.
Trying to figure out--

Assessing the value of a book
with no title that I think
might be priceless.

His ship landed in 1903.

There were 20
in his original party.

Some kind of residue.
I had enough of this fuckin'--

What the hell was
I just saying? Goddamn it.

[thudding]
[soft chittering]

[tense tones]

That thing in the bathroom
couldn't have been real.

I just need some sleep.

[thudding]
[soft chirping]

[thudding]
[odd warbling]

[soft slithering]

[Luke groans]

[dark tones]
[squishing]

[strange whispering]

[explorer] Page 18. My
companions don't seem to be
showing any symptoms,

but I know my mind
has been poisoned.

I feel my memories shattering

until I can't trust
my own thoughts.

I can't trust anyone.
[pounding]

[Luke] I'm coming.

You must be Luke Harding.
You're with Fairweather?

We came for the package.

Excuse my eager friend,
but we are here for business.

It's on the table.

You don't look familiar.
You do.

Do you work
for Fairweather much?

Only once,
but it's been a long job.

[tense tones]

My God.

You've only had it for one day?

Yeah. Wait, what?

Look,

I just want that thing gone.

I'm afraid
it's a little late for that.

Thank you for your time.
[electronic whirring]

Where are you goin'?
We had a deal.

We came for a package,
not this coloring book.

That's bullshit.
Look, I just need that money.

You have any problems,
take it up with Fairweather.

Hey, why don't buy some sleeves.

I'm really very sorry,
Mr. Harding.

But believe me, there's
nothing more we can do for you.

Goddamn it.

[phone rings]

Come on, answer,
you bastard.

[Jules] Hello.
Fairweather.

Yeah, this is
Jules Fairweather.
It's Luke Harding.

Your men came,
then refused the package.

[Jules] I see.

Did you by chance
open the book?

Well, yeah.

[Jules] Ah, that would
explain things from my end.

Look, I just need that money.
I don't care about some
stupid book.

[Jules]
Shit, Harding.

Let's just
say that's about to change.

I could snipe him, easy.

The man's performed a miracle.
And all you can think to do is
kill him?

[phone rings]

Mr. Lamont.
Do you have it?

It's inside,
but it's been compromised.

Tragic, but acceptable.

The guy is on page 18.

[Lamont] Pardon?

It's true, sir.
Page 18.

[Lamont]
In one night?

[Jacob]
Of my own eyes,

I saw it.

Well, that changes
everything.

[Jules] Just remember
to remain seated.

We've lost many good people
to the hooks.

What hooks?
Well, they come
with the book.

What?
The rest will come from you.

You just gotta get to
the ending.

I doubt you'll survive,
but who knows.

I don't want him touched.

Observe and get closer.

I want a full study.

[Jules] As much as
I'd like to break out my violin

and play the sad tune
you wanna hear,

I'm in over my head, too.

And we need to work together
to get out of it.
We had a simple deal.

I want you to come and pick up
this god damn book.

No advice I give will
make any sense to ya right now.

We're just gonna have to
wait until you've read more.

I've hacked into his phone.

It's recording
a conversation right now.

Anything unusual?

[Luke] Do not send those
two monkeys over here anymore.

[static crackles]
[phone beeps]

It sounds like
he's talking to flies.

I imagine he does.

That's what I expected.

[unsettling tones]

It was at that moment
I decided,

whether it was
a possessed book,

a toxic hallucinogenic, or
they were testing some kind of

elaborate con on me,

I would treat this
like any other case.

I keep leaving notes to myself

to help with my sudden
lapses in my memory.

I would use the explorer's
own words to track him

and plot out his journey.

The creature was so hideous,
their instinct was to bury it.

Then the madness set in.

Hallucinations, memory loss
and paranoia.

But the explorer only had
a feather and ink

to try and document
his experience,

whereas I could separate and
organize his random thoughts.

[electronic beeping]

I just need to keep track.

I began with two companions,

a lantern,

a length of rope,

and a knife.

Maybe...

this substance is made
from some rare plant.

I had to get to know him.

How can an explorer simply bury

the discovery of a lifetime?

And then it hit me--

the one thing
the explorer was doing

that was out of character.

To keep such immaculate
records,

he had never once mentioned
this mysterious substance.

What if he had brought it back?

What if this isn't just
a journal of the creature?

This is its tomb?

That is,
assuming that it's dead.

[ominous tones]

In these brief flashes,
somehow,

it all just comes together.

And I know exactly
where he is...

and what he needs to do.

[Woman]
I hid your keys.

[tense music]

[Luke]
And what he needs to do.

[woman]
I hid your keys.

[rattling]

Hello?

[girl]
I hid your keys.

Daddy.

Daddy!

[suspenseful music]

[girl giggling]

Jesus.
[Luke sighs]

Sorry. Hi.
Come on in.

[Angelina]
Okay, sorry.

[door slams]

[low tense music]

So, how was the bus?

Yeah, um,
sorry I was late.

That's okay.

[sighs]

I'll give you
as much space as I can.

You come and go as you like.

And if you're really on route
to someplace else,

and you just stopped by
to sting me,

there's a firebox wedged
behind the bookcase there.

What little stuff of value
I've got is in it.

I'm not saying that I think
that's what you came for,

just that I'd understand.

And I wouldn't recommend
bringing any guys home.

Sorry, but that's the best
I can offer.

[Angelina]
That's okay.

How's the couch?

Yeah, it's comfy, I guess.

I'm gonna go take a nap.

Yep.

[Luke sighs]

[foreboding music]

[phone rings]

[soft whispering]

[Luke] Hello?
Luke.

How's the apartment holding up?
It's doin' great.

Great. Um, listen.

I've been getting
a lot of calls lately.

What kind of calls?
[sighs] Mrs. Oats.

She's always seeing things
around here, and I figured,

since we have a private
detective in the building,

I might as well give him a call
and ask him if he wants to--

[Luke] I hear somethin'.
You're cookin', aren't you?

Yeah, just lunch.

[Luke]
Same plans for dinner?

Is this an invitation?

[Luke] My place?
Yeah.

[laughs softly]

[eerie tones]

[whipping]

[door slams]

[phone rings]

Yeah?
[Jules] You're still alive.

Damn good thing
there's no gambling in hell,

or I'd be a poor man right now.
[laughs]

I don't know
what you're on about.

Lamont must be pissed

a moron like you
comes along...
Look--

...and passes page 40.

Then why don't you
give me five grand,

and I'll take it to you.

[groans]
You won't be goin' anywhere.

You probably already tried
to leave a dozen times.

Walked around in some daze,

only to end up back
in front of the book.

Doesn't work. And it only
wears ya out quicker.

I keep seeing things.

Ah, most of it's
just in your head now.

You just need to get to
the end of the story.

What's so special
about the ending?

That's what
I wanted to find out.

I stole the book
to harness its power.

Just remember, all this shit
started the moment

you opened that book,
and it'll finish when
you're done reading it.

Just read the book.

The voice spoke as if
it were my own thoughts,

constantly trying to trick me.

Okay.

You miserable
little pencil-pecker.

Fuck you, Dad.

Did you just tell
your father to fuck off?

And who the hell is this?

[suspenseful music]

So, today,

I can go to Julie's place.

She's this girl
I met on the bus.

And she said she's gonna help me
with my resume and stuff, so--

Yeah, great.
Yeah.

Are there any openings
at your office?

No.
Maybe?

Nothing,
like in the mail room or--

No, no, no, no.
I mean, I'm not an accountant.

Oh.

Okay, so what do you do then?

Uh, surveillance,
security.

What, like a private eye?

Why wouldn't you you tell me
you were a private investigator?

It's, like, badass.

Just wanted to set
a good example.

By pretending to be
an accountant? [laughs]

Here, I'll take it out
for you, I'm out.

Don't you have to finish
gettin' dressed first?

I am finished.

Ain't that a bra?

Well, like,

it acts like one,
but it's like a shirt...

too, kinda.

Can you zip it up,
and just pretend that's how
you're gonna look today?

Yeah. Fine.

Oh, um,

thanks,

you know, for the couch.

No worries.

Okay. See ya.

Sorry.

Fuck, man.

This job usually has
caviar and shit.

Why the hell are we
bothering with this nobody?

Because he's got
street smarts, like you.

[laughs]
Yeah, you're right.

All this time they've been
dickin' around

with these Harvard-grad types
like you.

[guitar music]

[knocking]
[Edwin] Oh, hold on.

But it takes a man like me
to get the job done.

[gun fires]
[groaning]

[thudding]

[Edwin groans]

Help.

It's true.

[Edwin] Help!

All this time Lamont's been
trying to lure it

like it's some
kind of princess.

And the fact is,
Help me.

it's nothing
but a soulless, primitive...

monster.

[Edwin gags]

Exactly.
See, if it were me,

I would just pretend
to read the thing.

How 'bout that.

Two minutes on the job,

and you've already solved
the whole thing.

Oh, one more thing,

as a piece of advice--

Shit goes down, walk away.

Safety first.

You're gonna be around
a long time, Boston.

Oh for fuck sakes.

[sighs]

About this equipment--

Did you have family
in the Cold War?

[Boston] What?
Exactly what I thought.

[drill whirs]

[drill hums]

Jesus.

Goddamn it, am I thirsty.

[sighs]

[can spraying]

Nice camera placement, Boston.

[Luke] Note to self--
I already have water.

Okay, this place gets
a C-plus for sandwich fixins.

Fucking thirsty.

[jarring notes]

Find me.

[tearing]
[groaning]

-Something's happening.
-[Luke] Fuck. [groans]

That was, uh, fascinating.

[eerie tones]

[haunting tones]

[explorer] I have a rope,
a lantern, and a knife.

[Jacob sighs]

[creepy tones]

[Jacob gags]

[Jacob gasps for air]

What? No mustard?

This place is spooky.

This is all in your head.

Fuck.

[speaking in foreign language]

Hey, Dad, remember when
I told you about Julie?

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. Harding.

Yeah, you too.

We were just gonna
watch a movie,

so I didn't think you'd mind.

Yeah, okay.

Well, you two have a good time.

Dad?
Yeah?

Julie is my special friend.

Well, that I didn't know.

You and me are gonna
have a talk.

If you have a problem
with this, I can just go.

Hey, my daughter's sexuality
is none of my business.

But if you wanna sit
that close to her, it is.

Now, my daughter
is a very special person

with a lot of dreams
and ambitions.

And I don't want her
hookin' up with some...

Dad!
...person

with one thing on their mind.

So what are your intentions?

Um... noble.

We're just getting
to know each other.

Seeing if we click or not.

Well, I don't think you have
to sit that close to do that,

but so be it.

You're outta here by 11:30.

Yes, sir.

[Luke]
Okay, enjoy the movie.

Thanks.

I'm so sorry.
Oh, my God.

That was so cute. [laughs]
That was not cute.

That was so embarrassing.

Don't be. Hey.

He puts you on that same
pedestal that I want to.

[faint speaking]
[foreboding tones]

[Luke]
Where was I?

I could feel exposure to the
book boring holes in my memory

as it assaulted me
with my past.

Goddamn it,
where are my keys?

So you might wanna wear gloves
when you read it.

As for me,
it was a little late.

So I decided to meet
this thing head on.

[eerie tones]

[Luke screams]

Just as your notes predict,
here you are.

Welcome to the future,
Mr. Harding.

Dad, are you home?

I need the shower.

[disturbing tones]

Hello?

Is someone there?

[low growling]

Dad, is that you?
Where are my fuckin' keys?

[growling]

[tense tones]

[John]
Stay calm, Mr. Harding.

You're experiencing
a vision from the book.

Do I know you?
[John] No.

But I feel like I know you.

And thanks to your notes,
I've captured this.

What is it?
It spawned the moment
I reached page 18.

And you've already warned me
what's coming next.

I've been following
your story.

Quietly.

On the shadows.

You have an advantage.

I believe the book chooses
those it wants

to include in its pages.

It chose you.
How can I stop it?

Depends
if we can trust each other.

How do I know you're not
a manifestation of the book,

trying to manipulate me?

You see,
I already know your story.

Tell me mine.

What's wrong with your face?

It's okay, Luke.

You're not even here.

Yeah, so that's pretty much
everything, you know,

about me, that I've got
for first-date confessions.

You all right?

Yeah.

[Boston] How's it goin'?

Are we going to the gym?

They have one here?

Thanks for comin' over.

Thanks for the dinner.
And the wine.

He's a good listener.

Look, I had a lot
of fun tonight and, um,

I look forward to
date number two.

Me too.

There's something
too innocent about him.

Look at her face.

She's already worried
about hurting him.

Of course.

Anyway, that was nice.

Yeah.
Good night.

Good night.

No chance.

[Boston scoffs]

Hey, Dad.

Is your date over already?

[Luke] It wasn't
much of a date.

Hey, Dad.

[sighs] I didn't have
much of a date either.

Why?
Did she do somethin'?

No.
I did something.

[laughs softly]

You know, you might find
this hard to believe,

but I'm actually the one
that the parents warn
their kids about.

Julie would never admit it,
but I know she's only going out
with me out of pity.

She's only
gonna feel that way about you

if you keep tellin' her to.

Are you giving me advice?

You may not think that
I know much about relationships,

but I can get ya started.

[Angelina]
I don't know, like, I just...

like, I don't know
what to say or what to do.

[sighs]
She's so confusing.

Is there music on this thing?

[Angelina] Yeah.
[Luke] All right.

Boston, why don't you
hit the sheets.

I'll take the first shift.
What?

The most important thing that
you need to know about women

is that they love to dance.

[soft pop music]

No, I don't dance.

[Luke] Prove it.

[Angelina]
Dad, seriously?

We're the only
two people in this room.

[Angelina]
I can't believe you.

You ready?
[Angelina laughs]

[Angelina]
I don't know what to do.

I wish my dad
would dance like that.

Please go to sleep.

Now, you take Julie dancing.

And you're gonna prove to her
that you know how to have fun.

Yeah, there we go.
[Angelina laughs]

[low tense tones]

Just grab the bottle of wine.
That's what you always end up
picking.

I ain't thirsty.
It's just that...

[scratching]
[soft squeaking]

Can't you hear that?
Hear what?

[scratching]

Scratchin'.

Please. I don't hear
nothin' but you,

bitching about nothing.

[sighs]
I'm callin' Monica.

Will you leave her alone?

We ain't got rats.
We ain't got raccoons.

There's only one thing
I get around here.

Yeah, what's that?

Irritated by the fucking
worthless sound of your voice.

[dark tones]

[phone rings]

[Luke sighs]

Yeah?

[Jules] Damnit, Luke,
I gotta say,

I thought you were a goner.

I even let myself rot.

Can you gimme somethin'?

What do you already know
about the book?

I'll tell you one thing--

you get to the end, you'll be
the safest man on the planet.

Lamont will keep you protected
for that piece of information.

He's the only guy to survive
an encounter with the book.

We ain't exactly on
speaking terms anymore.

[explorer] And although
I was grateful to have
two companions,

I just couldn't shake
the feeling that I'd begun
this journey alone.

[unsettling tones]

[Angelina] Dad!
Jesus.

Did you not hear me
calling you?

Oh, my God, you get so
spaced out when you read that.

Hey.
What?

Listen,
you need to promise me

you're not gonna read
this thing.

Dad, you literally,

you give me this speech
every 20 minutes.

I don't wanna read
your stupid book.

I was just trying to show you
my new outfit, that's all.

Well, you look beautiful.

Thanks.

Okay, well, you need to shower,
because Julie's gonna be
here at 6:00, so...

Me?
Yeah, you've been

festering in that bedroom
for too long. You stink.

I need you to make sure that
you stay away from that thing.

Dad, I don't wanna read your
stupid book. Are you serious?

Okay, I've gotta
clean up out here.

Can you just hurry up?

Fine.

[uneasy tones]

[water splashing]

[suspenseful music]

[dark notes]

[panting]

[phone rings]

[dark tones]

Hello?

[flies buzzing]

Hello?

What the hell?

[unsettling music]

[scrubbing]

See,
I didn't kill my husband.

He turned into my uncle.

I mean, he literally
turned into my uncle.

And my uncle's
already dead.

Whatever you say, Mrs. Oats.

Ms. Oats,
if you don't mind.

[knocking]

Good evening, Mr. Harding.

Gifts.
The roses
are for Angelina,

but the chocolates
are for you.

You are so sweet.
[smooches] Thank you.

Butterin' up the old man.
What'd you get, Dad?

[dark tones]

Uh, chocolates.

Can I have one?
Yeah.

Thanks.

You drive here?
No, I took a cab.

Good, I'll even pay
for the cab fare home.

Oh, no. No, no. It's okay.
No. Dad, it's fine.

Well, just promise me
you'll go easy on the drinks.

We'll be too busy dancing.
Don't worry about it.

Good.

Chocolate?

Sure. Thanks.

Bye, Dad.
Bye.

[locks click]

[jarring tones]

I hid your keys,

and you haven't even
tried to find them yet.

I can't play with you.

At least page 70, not that
I was looking too close.

I'm sorry.

Maybe whatever you are
was somehow real.

But you are not my daughter!

I'm real! I'm--

Relax.

That's why you bring me in.

I'm always one step ahead.

[tense tones]

Who the hell am I talking to?

[unsettling music]

[phone beeps]

God, no.

No! Angelina, no!

[sharp whooshing]

[strange sighing]

This isn't just
your story anymore.

And she's such a bad girl.

I blame her parents.

[tense tones rise]

Sir.

We've finally reestablished
communication

with Jacob and Boston.

Good.

They're acting
very peculiar.

Really?

Put them on.

[electronic whirring]

My God.

[dance music]

Hey, you okay?

[Angelina]
I'm gettin' kinda hot.

Okay, let's take a break.

Hello, sir.
Hello, gentlemen.

How is everything?

He's been very active
on the book.

Oh, I have somethin'
to report.

On Dave the jack-off
standing right next to you.

Pardon?

He kept tellin' us
there's a third person

in the room with us.
I see.

That shit ain't funny, Dave.

[dance music]

Do you want a beer?

No, no, I'll have one
in a little bit. Thanks.

You have
such beautiful eyes.

We would appreciate
a certain professionalism.

Of course. Dave,

apologize for
your poor sense of humor.

I'm sorry.

Do you think
we're a fun couple?

I'm having a fun time.

Me too.

[dance music]
[crowd chattering]

[music slows]

[eerie tones]

Wait. I love this song.

We so have to dance again.

Thank you, sir.

Things are just getting
a little tense around here.

Well, I'm glad
everything's on track.

I look forward to
your next updates.

[unsettling music]

It's happening.

Jacob, you gotta try this.
It's all like 3D and stuff.

Oh, whoa.

[Jacob] I find them
disorientating.

[Boston]
Oh, it's so cool, though.

[laughs]
Oh wow, it's so...

Wow.

[heavy breathing]

You had a point.

Safety first.

[music grows more tense]

[Edwin growls]
[eyeballs squishing]

[Boston screams]

[phone rings]

Mr. Lamont, if you are
able to hear this message,

I wanted you to know, I quit.

Vacate. Now. Get out.

Okay, okay.
Okay. Fuck.

[Jacob] Thank you.

Fuck you, dude.
Driver.

Get me to the airport, now.
Jerk, man.

Tango? [giggles]
You got it, girl.

[tense music]
[heavy breathing]

[girls giggle]

I'll give you a big dip.
You ready?

Yep.
[girls laugh]

[shushing]

[demon growls]

[demon grumbles]

Say good night
to your dad for me?

Yeah.

Hey, Dad.

[demon]
Find the keys.

Hi.
Hello, dear.

Is everything okay?
Oh, why, yes.

We're just about to have tea.

Why don't you join us?
[gun clicks]

Dad?

[demon]
Fuckin' keys.

You didn't ask
how my date went.

[ominous tones]

Did you really think
I would stay

because you hid my keys?

I'd have torn my arms off

to get away
from you and your mother.

You're one that I hated.

Have you found my keys?

I look at you...

and I can only hate myself

for creating something

so worthless!

Where are my fucking keys?

[Angelina gasps]
[phone dials]

So, we're
just gonna sit here

and have a nice cup of tea.

[phone rings]

I know who you think we are,
but we are not demons.

You are demons.

Oh, you may not know it yet,
but it'll happen.

[phone rings]
[gun clicks]

[Monica screams]
Oh dear.

It's not loaded!

[Mrs. Oats cries out]
[furniture crashes]

Hey Jules,
I need you to call me back.

Look, I think when we were
at the club,

someone slipped me something.

[suspenseful music]

[sick squishing]

[explorer] It's not until I
reach the last few pages
of this journal

I know what I need to do.

[dark notes]
[thudding]

[crunching]
[squishing]

I must stop this story.

[unsettling music]

[man groans]
[flesh squelching]

Or will the creature find
another way to preserve itself?

[Luke]
He killed them.

He killed all of them.

Was that really his solution?

Was it supposed to be mine?

[phone rings]

[Jules]
Luke, you're so close.

Just one last demon to kill.

Angelina.
She's in the closet.

So finish the book, please.

My time is up.
I've just gotta know now.

What a goddamn mess.

Didn't even let the poor
bastard hang up the phone.

Fairweather!

The explorer's ending
wasn't enough.

The creature wanted me to kill.

But violence hadn't exactly
worked out for the explorer.

How do I reason with something

that really thinks
it's my baby girl?

I'd have to face something
I'd intended to take
to the grave.

When I was a kid,

I went and I--
Hid my keys.

Yeah.

[dark tones]

[unsettling music]

[jarring notes]

You can't find them!
You have to see me!

You are not my daughter!

I was playing.

And I hid your keys.

I guess, I don't know,

I thought it would be funny
or something.

But then you started
to get mad.

[demon breathes heavily]

And you started to get upset.

And then you just, you left.

I'm sorry, kid.

Your father died in prison
when you were two.

[gasps]
Figures.

It was your fault.

I just couldn't take
living with you anymore.

Why wouldn't Mom say anything?

I told your mother
not to tell you.

Yeah, is that why?
You just couldn't stand me?

No.

I found something.

What did you find?

Love letters.
Not from me.

I know it wasn't right,
but of all the things I've been,

your father was the one thing
that I couldn't let go of.

Dad, I'm really sorry.

Dad?

You'd still call me that?

You'll always be
my dad to me.

No.

It'll hurt.

[laughs softly]
It won't hurt.

[demon groans in pain]

What happened?

What's happened is you two
have just made history.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry.
I didn't mean to startle you.

You must be Lamont.
Yes.

Although I've told you that
several times already.
Not to worry.

The effects will
wear off shortly.

What happened to us?

What happened is that
instead of one survivor,

we have two survivors.

So rather than your having
to split the reward,

I'll simply double it.

Oh, my God.

Of course, you'll have to
surrender all the recordings
you made.

Sure.

Good.
I look forward to seeing them.

[Luke] The creature
has found rest now.

For how long, who knows?

I wish I could tell you
more about the ending.

But I had help.

So, I meant to ask you?
Yes?

[Luke]
So I only have half the story.

And my memory of it all
is fading fast.

If we can just get you
to sign some of these.

[Luke] And there's
some mercy in knowing

Angelina will forget as well.

[door clicks shut]

[Dave]
We'll have some more forms
for you to sign later.

Oh, my God, Luke.

Mrs. Oats went crazy.

She killed some people,
and then--

I'm so glad you're okay.

It's gonna be--
[Monica gasps]

[Monica sobs]
It's gonna be okay.

Is that it?
That's it, John. I hear
you're a real miracle worker.

Well, if the book does
what you say it will,

then thank you.

Oh, John.

Mind the hooks.

[Luke] Private journal from
Luke Harding to a mister--

well, I didn't ask your name.

So I'll just call you
the surgeon.

You haven't met me yet,

but believe it or not,
I've met you.

And if you trust me,

I can help you change
your story.

[unsettling music]

[knocking]

John.

Anthony.

I've been expecting you.

[jarring tones]

[eerie notes]

[haunting music]
[soft chant singing]

[music intensifies]