Original subtitles

(mechanical clanging)

(telephone ringing)

- [Operator] 911. What's your emergency?

- [Man] I, I, I, I don't, I don't know.

I, I'm, I just got home and my front door is wide open

and there's, there's, there's blood everywhere.

Billy, you stay there. Do not come in here!

- [Operator] Sir, can you see anyone injured inside?

- [Man] I don't, I don't know! I don't know!

My, my wife, she's here, I know she's here,

but I can't find her.

- [Operator] Sir, listen carefully.

I need you to leave the house now.

Do you understand? Step out of the house.

- [Man] Oh my God. Oh my God.

No, no, no!

- Sir. Sir. - No!

- [Operator] Emergency vehicles are on their way.

- [Man] Oh my God, no!

- Sir. - No.

(ominous music)

(elevator dings)

- No.

No, I didn't talk to him.

Because he was on call today.

No, I don't know his schedule, you psycho.

(scoffs) Yes, I know. He's very cute.

Hmm? Mm, not really.

Uh, no. I'm good, actually.

I also have that pizza in the freezer,

so I can just make that.

Are you serious? I was gonna...

Fine. Fine, I'll go to the store.

Do you want anything?

(scoffs) Oh, you're not hungry?

Yeah, I wonder why.

Maybe because you ate my pizza.

(scoffs) (suspenseful music)

(woman screams)

(ominous music)

(heartbeat thumping)

(eerie music)

(waves crashing)

- Baby. - Hey.

- How's it going?

- (sighs) Well, I haven't smashed my laptop yet,

so I feel like it's a moral victory.

- Oh, that's good. - Yeah.

- (groans) I don't know, I think maybe

I should stay here this weekend and work on it.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- Wait, what? No.

- The deadline is Monday.

- No, forget that.

- I have- - No, there's no way.

We're going. We're going.

- Oh my God. Oh, I'm so tight.

- Oh, you are, uh, are kind of tense.

- Uh-huh. (laughs)

How can you tell?

- Well, you know, I'm a doctor.

I'm trained in these matters.

(woman laughs) I know where

all the parts are.

- (laughs) Do you have a cure for me, Doctor?

- (laughs) I do. I do have a cure.

Maybe I'll whip up a cure for you.

- Ah, okay. - Let's put you like this.

This is all very scientific

with pressure points and chakras-

- I see. - And things like that.

- Uh-huh. - Feel that?

- Uh-huh. - Oh, that feels good.

(woman giggles)

(crickets chirping)

(woman moaning)

- Oh, yeah. (moans)

Oh, baby. (moaning)

(twig snaps)

What was that? - Okay, babe, don't stop.

Come on! - Okay. (moaning)

- Okay, don't stop. (clicking)

(woman panting)

Somebody out there?

(fire crackling)

- Go check.

- Oh, come on. - Babe, go check.

- Fuck!

I can't believe this shit.

(woman gasps) - Okay, bro.

Game's over. You've had your fun.

Fucking pervert.

(dramatic music)

- Todd!

(blood squelching)

(woman screaming)

Stop it, no! Stop it, no!

No!

(ominous music)

(woman sobbing)

(woman crying)

Why?

(ax thudding)

(owl hooting)

(dramatic music)

(heartbeat thumping)

♪ Ah

♪ Hey

♪ Hey

♪ I wish that I could be falling ♪

♪ For someone who's got freckles, hoo, hoo ♪

♪ Ah

♪ Hey

♪ Hey

(cell phone chiming)

- Good afternoon, this is Blake.

- Are you trying to kill me?

Karlie just told me that you're going out of town.

Decaf.

Please tell me that you're smoking too much weed.

- I just need a couple days for a little R&R.

- R&R, honey, can you say deadline?

Look, I told Roger we'd have the new pages by Tuesday.

Now, I know I'm a product of the Los Angeles school system,

but that is five days.

- I know. I know.

I just, yeah, I'm just a little bollixed out.

- Bollixed, like the exercise machine on late night TV

with Chuck what's his name?

- Wow. No.

I just, I've got some minor...

I don't know, just a little block.

- Don't you say it. No, you don't.

You listen to me. No, you do not.

Listen, come over to my place, hang out on the couch,

kick back a couple of martinis, you'll be fine.

- As tempting as that sounds I'm gonna stick to the plan.

But don't worry, you will have your pages by Monday.

I promise.

- Does this plan have anything to do with the doctor?

- Yeah. He's always part of the plan.

- Ugh. Love.

Has he even put a ring on it yet?

- We're taking our time.

- Mm, sweet story.

Okay, listen, you go and get bow-fingered

or whatever it is you're calling it,

and I wanna make sure that I have brilliance

on my desk no later than Monday afternoon.

- Stan's on two. - Okay.

All right, I gotta go, baby doll.

I love you. Bye-bye.

(upbeat music)

♪ Oh

♪ Yeah

♪ Yeah

♪ I wish that I could be falling ♪

♪ For someone who's got freckles, hoo, hoo ♪

♪ Show me, baby ♪ Ah

♪ Show me, baby

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ I wish that I could be falling ♪

(ominous music)

(shower trickling)

(ominous music)

♪ 'Cause we look good

♪ We look fly

♪ We look happy because we're all high ♪

♪ Like we should

(cell phone chiming)

- [Jack] Hey, cuddle bug. It's me.

Went straight to voicemail,

so I'm guessing you're getting close.

Yay, cell phone reception in the mountains. Woo-hoo!

Anyway, the key's under the bright yellow flower pot

by the door with a big sign on it that says

"Keys under here in case you wanna rob this house."

No, I'm just kidding.

There's a cabin next door, but nobody's ever there.

Fridge is full of food, but there's no booze.

Giving you a heads up there. Plan accordingly.

All right, I'll try it later.

Love you. Bye.

♪ Yeah, the DJ in our head

♪ Has got us feelin'

(low ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(traffic whooshing)

(mellow music)

- Something. - You sure?

Oh, good afternoon.

- Wine.

- (chuckles) Pretty much some pickings,

but what we have is on the back wall.

- Thank you.

(gentle music)

(dog barking)

(dog yelps)

(gentle music)

- Not much of a selection, is there?

- (chuckles) No. (laughs)

- Shh.

(gentle music)

- Oh. Oh.

Is there a party I wasn't invited to?

- I'm sorry?

Oh, no, just stocking up for the weekend.

- Okay. For a moment there, my feelings were hurt.

So, uh, you staying up this way?

- Yeah. Yeah, my boyfriend's family's cabin.

Much needed peace and quiet for a couple days.

- Oh, yeah? Which cabin is that?

- Really angling for that party invite, huh?

- I'm sorry. We're really nosy up here.

- Oh, no. I'm sorry.

It's big city manners, right?

The Conrad cabin in Northdale.

(ominous music)

- 35.47.

- Oh, uh, okay.

Thanks.

- You be careful up there.

I mean, there's not much in the way of humans

this time of year, if you know what I mean.

- Well, you know, I'm counting on that,

so you know what I mean.

(both laugh) - Yeah.

- Well, it was nice chatting with you.

- You, too.

- Sam.

- Mind your own business, Dina.

We don't know nothing about nothing yet.

- You shoulda told her.

(traffic whooshing)

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

(majestic music)

(dramatic music)

(cell phone chiming)

- Hi there.

- Hey, I got you.

- [Blake] Yes. Yes, you have.

- Wasn't sure if I'd reached you

with the shitty cell service up there.

- Well, lucky me. My GPS says three miles.

- Oh, wow. You're almost there.

Welcome to Northdale. Really?

Home of the, uh, I don't know what they're the home of,

but it's ours for the weekend.

- Oh, I can't wait.

I wish you were coming tonight.

- Oh, me, too.

After this fucking week. Brutal.

- Come to me, babe. I'll make it all better.

- Yeah, I'm aware of your skillset.

It's what gets me through the day.

Hey, but look at it this way.

You're gonna have a whole day to work on the book. Yay!

- Ugh, God, I have no interest in writing

for three-year-olds anymore.

They're stupid. They lack all thought and reason.

- Aw, you're gonna make a wonderful mother someday.

(Blake laughs)

(birds calling)

(insect buzzing)

(ominous music)

You got my message, right?

- Yes. Yes, thank you.

I would've died without wine.

- Wow. - Stop. You know what I mean.

- I do. You're a snot-flying drunk.

- Hey, I think I'm here.

- It's nice, right?

- What? The front door is open.

(cell phone crackling)

Jack? - Hello?

Blake!

- Jack?

Shit.

(ominous music)

Hello?

Is there anybody here?

Hello?

(suspenseful music)

Hello?

(suspenseful music)

Oh. (chuckles)

(sighs)

(ominous music)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

(fire crackling)

Mm.

(clicking)

(ominous music)

(clicking)

(clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(scraping)

(suspenseful music)

(scraping)

(sighs) God, get a grip, Sinclair! Oh.

(glass shatters) (Blake screams)

(gasping) Who's out there?

Is somebody out there?

(suspenseful music)

(papers slam) (woman gasps)

- Ah! - For reals?

- Payback's a bitch.

- You look tired.

- That's because I am.

- ER 8 is open. Take a quick nap.

- Oh, that sounds so good.

Thank you. Another whole pile.

Um, yeah, that'd be good because Blake would kill me

if I slept all weekend.

- Oh, that's right. This is the big weekend.

Nervous? - No.

Maybe a little. - Don't be.

You have nothing to worry about.

You're two peas in a pod.

- Oh, that's really corny.

But thank you.

Should probably hang on to these, Heather.

I have a nap to do.

Wake me in an hour!

- Sure thing.

Why not?

(crickets chirping)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(tinkling music)

(suspenseful music)

(birds chirping)

(faint background chattering)

(knocking) - Hmm?

- Some, uh, interesting reading.

- My wife gets 'em, and then she quizzes me.

- Your secret's safe with me, sir.

- Is there something I can help you with?

- It's talking about this. Just came in.

(ominous music)

- Northdale. - Yep.

- Isn't that where- - Uh-huh.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(mellow music)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

(telephone ringing)

- [Blake] Hi, this is Blake. Leave me a message.

(phone beeps)

- Baby! Hey, I'm on my way.

I gotta make a quick little stop at the hospital.

I promise I'm in and out two minutes.

And then I'm coming after you.

Can't wait to see you. You better not be smoking.

(water trickling)

(ominous music)

(twig snaps)

(ominous music)

(twig snaps)

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

(thudding) (suspenseful music)

(thudding)

(thudding) (suspenseful music)

- Hey! Hey, I know that you're out there, okay?

This isn't funny.

Just leave me alone!

(rock thudding)

(dramatic music)

(Blake screams)

Oh my God! Oh my God!

(dramatic music)

(Blake whimpering)

Hello? Come out!

Help! Is anybody home?

Please? Hello, hello?

Hello? Help, help!

Hello? Anybody?

Hello, is anybody home?

(Blake panting)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(woman panting)

(Blake panting)

(suspenseful music)

Shit.

(dramatic music)

Okay.

No, no, no! Shit, shit!

Fucking kidding me!

(dramatic music)

Oh.

Excuse me, sir!

Sir, can you help-

(cell phone chiming)

(Blake whimpering)

(ominous music) (cell phone chiming continues)

- Blake?

Hello? Baby, can you hear me?

Blake? Hello?

(phone ringing)

Hey, baby. I lost you for a-

(man grunting)

(phone ringing)

- [Blake] Hi, this is Blake. Leave me a message.

(phone beeps)

(ominous music)

- Fuck it.

Call Anza Sheriff's Department.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, no, no.

I'll get it.

Sheriff Logan.

- Hi, this is Dr. Jack Conrad.

I'm calling because I'm hoping I can get someone

to do a wellness check for me.

- Is this a medical emergency?

- Uh, I don't, I don't know.

Really it's more of a gut feeling, I guess.

It's, it's, it's my fiance, well, my, my girlfriend.

Her name's Blake Sinclair, and she's up there alone,

and I have not been able to get in touch with her.

- Cell phone service around here is sketchy at best.

Drives us nuts.

- Oh, no, I know, I get it.

But there's something, something strange here

because I, I've, I've called several times

and it's always gone straight to voicemail.

And the last time I called, someone picked up the phone.

I mean, I could, I could hear them.

It was like, someone was there, I could hear 'em listening,

but no one talked, and then it disconnected.

I called right back, and then it sounded like

someone was smashing the phone or something.

- Okay. What's her location?

- Well, she's up in Northdale at my family's cabin.

- Northdale? - Yeah. Yeah.

It's about four miles out of town

off the Douglas Pine Highway.

- Stand by Doctor.

Talley!

Get in here.

Doctor, what's your address up there in Northdale?

- [Jack] 31 South Sycamore.

- 31 South Sycamore.

Is this the number I can reach you on

with the 479 area code?

Yeah, yeah, that's my cell. I'm on my way up there now.

- We're about an hour from there.

I'll send a patrol car up there to take a look.

- (sighs) Thank you. Appreciate that.

Like I said, I don't know why this is bugging me.

It's more of a gut feeling, I guess, but-

- Sometimes those are the best kind.

Drive carefully. - [Jack] Thanks.

- Northdale? - Yeah, Northdale.

- It's a pretty popular place as of late.

- Yeah, I have to agree with you on that.

So many things going missing.

Why don't you take a little ride up there

and poke around a bit?

- Copy that.

(crickets chirping)

(ominous music)

(Blake gasps)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(Blake grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(thudding)

(thudding)

(thudding)

(thudding)

(thudding)

(thudding)

(thudding)

(ominous music)

(thudding)

(ominous music)

(thudding)

(door squeaks)

(crickets chirping)

(thudding)

(door squeaks)

(thudding)

(dramatic music)

(intermittent thudding continues)

(dramatic music)

(Blake panting)

(suspenseful music)

(Blake gasps)

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(Blake sobbing)

(dramatic music)

(Blake sobbing)

(car horn honks)

- Jack?

Oh, come on, Jack.

(Blake sobbing)

(car horn honks)

(dramatic music)

(Blake panting)

(Blake screams)

(Blake groans)

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh God, oh God.

(Blake whimpering)

(Blake gasping)

Oh, Jack, no. What are you doing?

(Blake sobbing)

Jack! Open the door, open the door!

Open the door! Oh, oh, Jack!

Oh, God, we gotta get outta here!

There's a man, and he was in the house.

We gotta get, oh my God!

(Blake screaming)

(Blake sobbing)

No!

(Blake sobbing)

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

(suspenseful music)

(Blake sobbing)

(crickets chirping)

(indistinct radio chatter)

- That's weird. - Talley!

Talley!

- Go, Sheriff.

- You've gotta make it over to the Conrad house.

We haven't heard from him and he's not picking up.

Something's not right.

- On my way.

- I wanna hear something the minute you hear something.

You got that?

- Yes, sir.

- And Lynn. - Sir?

- Don't piss me off.

Watch your back.

- Copy that.

(Blake sobbing) (ominous music)

- Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

(Blake sobbing)

Okay, okay, okay.

(Blake sobbing)

Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(static crackling) (Blake gasps)

(static crackling continues)

(Blake grunts)

(Blake sobbing)

(static crackling continues)

(Blake gasps)

(Blake panting)

(floorboard squeaks) (Blake screams)

(man yells)

(Blake grunting) (suspenseful music)

(Blake screams) (man yells)

(Blake whimpering)

No, no, no!

(Blake groaning)

(dramatic music)

No, no! (screams)

(both grunting)

(Blake groaning)

(water sizzling) (man screams)

(suspenseful music)

(man groaning)

(Blake whimpering)

(Blake sobbing)

(man groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(Blake whimpering)

(feet shuffling)

(man groaning)

(crickets chirping)

(gravel crunching)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(crickets chirping)

- Sheriff's department!

Sheriff's department!

(crickets chirping)

(Blake moaning)

(Blake sobbing)

(twig snaps)

(ominous music)

(Blake whimpers)

(suspenseful music)

(blood squelching)

(Blake groaning)

(dramatic music)

- Shh.

(ominous music)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(crickets chirping)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(suspenseful music)

- Holy shit.

(dramatic music)

(slow pulsating music)

(dramatic music)

(Blake sobbing)

- Why?

(Blake sobbing)

(gunshot fires)

(Blake sobbing)

- That's it, come on, come on. It's okay.

(Blake sobbing) It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Come on. You're safe now.

It's okay. It's okay. - Where is he? Where is he?

No, no. Where is he?

- It's all right. - Where is he?

- We gotta go.

It's Deputy Talley here. We need help.

(indistinct chattering) (dramatic music)

(sirens blaring) (indistinct chattering)

- [Man On Radio] Multiple bodies.

- [Man] Okay, so here's where we're at.

We had a chance to read the new material

over the weekend.

- Well?

- [Man] And well, it's quite the departure.

- And? - Well, we love it.

- Of course you do 'cause she's a genius.

- Uh, who would've thought that we would've gotten

a book like this out of Blake Sinclair?

- I did. That's who.

- [Man] Well, of course you did, Nina.

Is there a title yet?

- "The Survivor."

- [Man] Okay, well, uh,

we will go with a major release here in the U.S.,

and then we will blitz

the international market with translations.

(dramatic music)

(elevator dings)

(suspenseful music)

(Blake screams)

(Blake gasping)

(knocking)

- Hey, Mr. Means. - Hey, Penny, come on in.

Honey, we gotta go. Penny's here.

How you doing?

- Good. - Great.

How's your mom? - She's good.

Thank you. - Oh, good.

Babe, we gotta go.

I don't know why you have to watch

every single trailer all the time.

- I like the trailers.

- Oh, hi, Penny.

Oh, you look so cute. - Thank you.

- How's your mom?

- We gotta go. - She's good. Thanks.

- We gotta go. - Okay, so Ashley's asleep,

so you are all good there.

And there's food in the fridge, so just help yourself.

Oh, you have our number, right?

- Honey, she's had our number for two years.

- [Mrs. Means] Don't be a smart ass.

- You guys go. Have a good time.

- We will try.

- And just don't put the TV too loud.

- All right. - See ya.

- Bye. - Bye.

(faint pop music)

(clattering)

(ominous music) (dog barking)

(ominous music)

- Ashley, what are you doing out of bed?

Ashley? - Scared.

- Scared? What?

- The Monster Man.

- There are no such thing as monsters. I promise.

Back to bed.

Your mom will kill me if you're not asleep

when they get home.

Ashley, you're shaking.

- You promise there is no monsters?

- That's right. There are no monsters.

- Then who's that?

(dramatic music)

(Penny screams)

(dramatic music)

(rock music)

♪ I woke up in the middle of the night ♪

♪ There was someone breaking down the door ♪

♪ I jumped up out of bed

♪ And started crawling across the floor ♪

♪ Psycho cinema, paranoia, murder mystery ♪

♪ Super thriller, I feel this killer ♪

♪ Oh baby, don't you see

♪ I'm a victim, I'm a victim

♪ Look what they've done to me

♪ Poor, poor, pitiful, poor old me ♪

♪ I'm a victim, I'm a victim

♪ Why put the blame on me

♪ Poor, poor, pitiful, poor old me ♪

♪ Poor, poor, pitiful, poor old me ♪

♪ I'm so afraid he can hear my breath ♪

♪ Does he feel my heart beating ♪

♪ He's a Tarantino, Alfred Hitchcock ♪

♪ Psychopathic demon king

♪ That kind of love is so X-rated ♪

♪ That is what I've always hated ♪

♪ You think love is overrated

♪ Everyone is so damn tainted

♪ I'm a victim, I'm a victim

♪ Look what they've done to me

♪ Poor, poor, pitiful, poor old me ♪

♪ I'm a victim, I'm a victim

♪ Why put the blame on me

♪ Poor, poor