All language subtitles for Devilreaux.2023.1080p.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264 (SDH)

[mellow music playing]

Thank you.

[sighs]

So you wanna clean
and decorate here?

Yeah, babe.

Ugh.

That shit right there

is where we're gonna see
an increase in sales.

Yeah.

The detail on this shit
is crazy.

It's so creepy.

I love it. [chuckles]

Yeah, I bet.

[loud banging]

What was that?

Damn it, the cat
must've knocked over

my surprise for you.

Present?

Woman, you know
I hate surprises.

[exhales]

Look, babe.

Huh?

Whatcha got?

What is this?

Hmp. Cowbells?

A full Devilreaux
experience.

You need to be careful
with this shit.

Playing around with the dead,
and-and calling them
with cowbells?

The hell?

Damian Louis Marcus.

Are you scared of an old,
dumb ghost story?

Now, come on.
Whatchu think?

[scoffs] Nah.

[Lola chuckles]

[antiques clattering]

Everything's gotta be
so perfect.

Whoops.

My bad there, pretty boy.

Let me just get you just right.

There we go.

Ah.

Babe, do I have
everything down here?

[groaning]

Oh, shit. Ugh.

[groaning]

[gasps, groans]

[phone ringing]

Dr. Turner.

- Sure.
- Hey, Bobbie.

I may need to push dinner
back a bit tonight.

You okay?

Yeah, you know.
It's just work.

Well, when you say "push back,"
do you mean like an hour
or you wanna reschedule?

Uh, nope. Hour's good.

I miss my mom. [sobs]
I just...

Well, I see my next patient
in 20 minutes.

And then I've got the rest
of the afternoon free, so...

Why don't I meet you
at, uh, Willie Earl's
Cowbells Restaurant?

Okay, sounds like a plan.

Alright, see you there.

Talk soon.

Hello, I'm Dr. Rothstein,
I'm the hospitalist here

and we're gonna be
taking good care of you.

How are you feeling?

Not so good.

We'll get you all
taken care of.

In the meantime,
the lieutenant's here.

Would you mind
if I send her in?

But-- Yeah,
it-it's fine.

Don't worry.
It's gonna be fine.

- I promise.
- [Lexy sobbing]

Momma.

You'll be alright.
You'll be alright.

Hello, Lexy.

I'm Lieutenant Bobbie Briggs
with the Police Department.

Do you know where you are?

I guess the hospital.

Do you remember the events
that led to you arriving here
at the hospital?

[ominous music playing]

Help! Help! Please!

[Briggs] Lexy?

I'm gonna go ahead
and record this information.
Is that okay with you?

I'm also gonna give you
a lie detector test.

Why? I wasn't lying.
Momma, I--

It's fine, it's fine.

Let them do
what they need to, sweetie.

Lexy. It's more
of a formality.

Especially with cases
like this, okay?

Baby, how do you feel now?

I'm in pain.

Momma, what happened
to my friends?

- Baby! Baby, baby!
- Did they--

You have been in a accident
and suffered serious trauma.

Lexy?
I need you to tell me.

Do you remember
any of the events

leading up
to what brought you
to this county hospital?

Momma, what's going on?

- What are they doing to me?
- Baby. Baby, baby, baby!

We are here to help.

Lieutenant Briggs is-is looking
for answers. That's it.

We all are!

Some of the things you were
saying didn't make much sense.

Why? What was I saying?

Lexy? I need you to focus.

Just think. What happened
before the accident?

We were lost.

Then they were dead.

And I couldn't get away.

We just wanted to play
the game for a bit

and fool around, that's all.

You had mumbled something
about the farmhouse.

Is this the old,
historical farmhouse?

Okay, what game?

We always played there.

Because of the origins.
It-it started there.

Rachel and Mandy, they--
they thought it would give us
a better chance to connect.

- We didn't want to.
- What-- Uh--

Why don't you give her
a chance to take it all in,

before you ask her
all these goddamn questions!

Lexy, did you hurt
your friends?

- No.
- What kind of question
is that to ask?

It's pretty
straightforward, ma'am.

Lexy,

when you brought in here,
you had various blood DNA
on your clothing.

I need to know.
How did that blood get there?

[panting] Oh...

Rachel?

- [suspenseful music playing]
- [Lexy] Oh, Rachel.

No! I-I saw them die.

They were cut open.

They were nothing
but rag dolls to him.

He was relentless.

He tried to get me,
but I fought. And I fought!

The blood... smelled.

He knew that place
inside and out.

His eyes had so much rage.

Lexy, you said "him".

Did you see who did this?

- Who did this, Lexy?
- Uh, that--

Give my-my daughter
a break, okay?

We can do this again
tomorrow, if she wants to.

We need this information,
ma'am.

- It's okay, Mom.
- Are you sure?

- I can talk.
- Okay.

It was Devilreaux.

Who?

He tried to kill me.

[sobbing]

- [both crying]
- I'm so sorry, baby.

[sighs heavily]

Didn't even offer. Just...
[breathes in] inhaled it.

[laughs] Thanks.

Man, did I?

It was good.

Hmm. You like this spot.

I do like this place.
It has history.

Plus, the food
is freaking amazing.

- [smacks lips] With all
that sugar you consumed...
- Mm.

...you should be the walking
billboard for anti-diabetes.

- Okay? [chuckles]
- That has got to be
the best bread pudding

- this town has to offer.
- Yeah.

You must be happy
Dylan's in town.

I will be.
He gets in this weekend.

Oh. I thought
he was already in town.

I did tell you he's planning
to stay with us for a while?

- You mentioned that.
- Yeah.

How do you feel about that?

Great.

I feel great about it.

[phone vibrating]

Hello? What's up, lady?

What do you know
about Devilreaux?

Devilreaux?

Why would you bring that up?

Didn't you write
a book about him?

No. No, actually, it was about
my great-great-cousin,
Kelly Turner

and her husband,
Jim Michaels, Jr.

Lexy Allen shows up
at the hospital
after getting hit by a car.

She tells us she was running
from this killer.

Jesus. I hope she's all right.

That's my-my son
Dylan's little girlfriend.

She's fine.
Just pretty scared.

As well as she should be.

Devilreaux is not something
you should take lightly.

Not if you believe in all that.

Something about this girl

and her friends disappearing
at that old, historic farmhouse.

Wait, we are talking about
the same Devilreaux here?

The urban legend?

The children's ghost story?

The old Michaels farmhouse,

where Devilreaux became
the Bogeyman story.

You know, parents shared
with their kids.

So this is just some
urban legend myth?

Well, an urban legend is just
a bunch of folklore stories
circulated as true.

Usually having happened
to a friend of a friend.

You know, entertainment,
campfire stories.

But Devilreaux...

That's a true story.

Happened right out there
on that land.

Willie Earl was amongst
the deadly three that night.

Along with the sheriff,
Tom Whitman,
and Jim Michaels, Jr.

Who killed Devilreaux?

The only son
of the known voodoo witch.

The voodoo witch
then brought him back
from the dead

to seek his revenge

and cursed the bloodline
of all involved.

My bloodline.

And cursed all who would mock
and disrespect who he was.

Cursed the non-believers.

Some have dubbed him the Lwa .

The keeper of the graveyards
and resurrection.

The giver of life

and The Master of the Dead.

Seriously?

They say when he comes for you,
he violently kills you

and anyone who gets
in his way regardless.

Using the same shovel
he was brutally beaten
to death with.

And then he takes your soul,
with some.

The bodies disappear with him.

Peter, you didn't buy
into this shit?

It's an old ghost story.

Well, most ghost stories
have some basis in truth.

Listen to this ridiculous tale.

Okay, so how does
this little ghost tale end?

I don't know.

I fear for my life
with this one, with this tale.

And I have protected my family
anyway I can.

Sage,

prayer, oils,
and cleansing baths.

Ever since the death's longed,
the bloodline got closer now.

It was blood
that brought him back.

And blood is the answer
on how to destroy him.

I fear for my life
with this one, with this tale.

- [ominous music playing]
- [cowbell ringing]

♪♪

[panting]

[foreboding music playing]

[shovel slashes]

[keyboard clacking]

Ghost stories.

Urban legends.

Copycat.

Hmm. Halloween.

Michaels farmhouse.

Wait.

What the hell is this?

Jim Michaels...
Baron Devilreaux.

[suspenseful sting plays]

I don't know
how you do it, Michaels.

You have so many of them
working for you. [chuckles]

Be careful over yonder, Kelly.

You kids watch
what you're doing.

We should be leaving soon.
Kelly looks like she's ready
for a nap.

Yes, sweetheart. [laughs]

Okay, well, uh,
me and missus,

we just wanted to stop by
and extend our condolences.

We were truly sorry to hear
about your wife.

She was a good woman.

Yes. Very well-loved at church
and always made us
feel welcomed.

And even treated Kelly
like she was her daughter.

Yeah, you've got
so many coloreds out there.

Hmm. They work
so well together.

You know, watching them work,
it's like watching ants work.

That's what they
remind me of. Ants.

[laughs] Wow, look at that big
son of a bitch out there.

That big black buck.
Ha-ha! Is he new?

[mutters]
There's some more.
That'll work.

[indistinct]
This is gonna kill us.

Huh? That big one?

- More lemonade, Master?
- Is he, Sallie?

Oh, shit, don't play dumb
with me. Is he a big one?

I know that's the papa
to that baby you're carrying up
in that belly of yours.

He best be the papa
of that child, right?

Yes. He be the papa
of my child.

[exhales]

[Michaels]
Look at those kids play.

Full of life.

You know, Turner,
like it or not, those two
will own this place one day

when they're grown and married.

- [Mrs. Turner] Pardon me?
- I bet my life on it.

Oh, Lord.
They're just children.

[Turner chuckles]
No, I agree with you, Jim.

A new generation
of Turners and Michaels.

You mean Michaels.

The woman will take
the man's name when they wed.

I understand what you mean, yes.

But Kelly's gonna be the one
cracking the whip

both on little Jim
and on a whole new
litter of slaves. [laughs]

Sallie.

You look like you're about
to break water this-this summer.

Yes, sir. Doctor says
it could be a couple of weeks.

Maybe close
to the end of June.

Well, maybe
a Fourth of July baby.

That would be nice.

Yes, ma'am.

That would be nice indeed.

[Michaels] Speaking of
the Fourth of July...

you know us Michaels
always have our celebration,

and even though
you are semi-new to the town,

I'm inviting you
to come celebrate with us.

Well, Thank you,
Mr. Michaels.

- That's nice, huh?
- Yes.

- It would be an honor.
- That does sound exciting.

You've been so kind to us,
I don't know how
we could ever repay you.

Well, I'm sure
you'll think of something.

Kelly! Come, we have to go.

Okay. Ah.

Don't you worry yourself.
He's gonna be
your husband one day.

Ain't that right, Junior?

Alright. On that note,
we best be going.

I'll see you, Turner,
on the Fourth.

Sallie, get your ass
in the house.

Now. Get!

[mumbling]

I choose to cast out
my buckets. [grunts]

[Leonard sniffs]
I can't take it anymore.

I can't take these chains
and these whips.

We need to be free.

Huh? You're confusing me,
Leonard.

[exhales] We need to go.

We need to find a new life.

Reggie from Baton Rouge.
He says he has a place for us
just off the river.

And do what, Leonard?

Look over our shoulders
for the rest of our lives?

Wondering when Jim Michaels
will come and hunt us down?

Where are you thinking of going?

Not "we"...

I said "me".

"We."

Not "we".

We need to go somewhere
where we can--
we can just start life.

And where do you think
we will end up, huh?

We escape here,
they will hunt us down.

Probably hung us up real good
to one of them grand moss trees.

[sobbing]

You. Me. And my baby.

I can't do this, Leonard.

I says no.

No. No.

No. My baby is not gonna be
raised no damn fool.

He's gonna be educated.

Maybe a doctor. Right?

No baby of mine
is gonna be a slave.

What are you thinking here?

How are we gonna escape this?

And I'm about due
with your child.

Why now? Why tomorrow?

Because tomorrow's
the Fourth of July.

These crackers gonna be sipping
and chugging on their liquor

from sun up to sun down.

They're gonna be too busy to--
to look for us coloreds.

I think that would be
even more dangerous.

Them being drunk and all.

Ah.

Maybe wait
until our baby is born?

No.

No.

No.

No. Things are different now.

You know, ever since
Michaels' wife died.

Before, it was almost like
we were part of the family.

Almost.

But things are different now.

It's almost like Michaels
blames me for his wife dying.

We gotta be free.

- We gotta-- I need my dignity.
- Please, Leonard.

Please don't leave me.

Please, I can't do this alone.

- Listen, listen.
- Please!

Listen, Sallie.
Sallie, Sallie, Sallie.

I love you.

You're my wife. Okay?

- Please, I need you.
- I love you.

Please don't leave me. [sobs]

Listen. I'm gonna be--
I'm gonna be waiting for you.

And I'm gonna build us
the biggest house
you've ever seen.

For us.

For all of us.

[birds chirping]

[gentle music playing]

[Michaels laughing]

[Michaels groans]

[grunts] This bitch right here
will let you have her
if you command her to.

Ain't that right, Sallie?

Please, mister, please.
My child.

Even better. [guffaws]

[laughing continues]

Grant me the strength
not to send you two more devils.

Sallie, be prepared.

You're gonna have fireworks
of your own tonight.

[objects clattering]

Jim Michaels, you around?

Hah. Where's all
that festivities
you promised me?

Jim Michaels?

Grant me the strength.

Where are you?

Hey, where's
all those festivities
you promised me, huh?

[laughs]

Jim? Hey, Michaels,
I'm sorry I'm late.

Yeah, the missus
at home is sick.

Yeah, I got Kelly at home
taking care of her.

Jim Michaels, where are you?

I got a pie.

Alright, Jim, where are you?

- You are a rascal one.
- [Sallie crying]

- Please! No!
- Stop squirming!

Jim Michaels, I got you pie.

[men laughing]

[Sallie screams] No!

- [Michaels] Get up! Come on!
- [Sallie] Don't rape me!

[Michaels]
It is time for the fireworks!

- Jim?
- Come on now.

No! Please,
my baby... Please!

- Yeah!
- No, I beg you.

[man] Come on, Sallie!
Give some of us.

Oh, my God.

- [Michaels laughing]
- [Sallie crying] No!

- No! Please!
- Just sit back and enjoy it.

- [Sallie] No!
- What in God's name
are y'all doing--

- [Sallie screams] No! Please!
- [Michaels] Oh, stop moving,
dammit!

Oh, you are wildly playgirl.

You are gonna have
the time of your life!

- Stop fighting this!
- Stop it, please!

- Lets sit back and enjoy girl.
- Please!

What the hell have you done?

- No, Leonard!
- Stop fighting me!

- [grunting]
- Don't do it!

♪♪

- Get up!
- Leonard, stop! Stop!

- Don't do it!
- [grunting]

Stop him! Stop squirming!

[axe clanking]

- [grunts]
- Leonard! [sobs]

- Huh? What? Come on!
- [Sallie] Please!

Damn it! Come on.
Say it, huh?

- I dare you!
- Leonard, no!

Your money and your thievery
don't own me any more.

- Today, you crossed it...
- Don't do it!

...when you put your hands
on that wife of mine.

I'm gonna pay you.
I'm gonna take your life

as payment in full.

Say it. I dare you. Say it.
Call me a nigger.

- [gunshot]
- [groans, pants]

- [groans]
- [sobs]

- [Sallie crying] No!
- Son, you did good.

Pa's proud of you.

Let go, look at me.

Look at me. Look at me!

Now, listen to my words.
You run down the yard
to the sheriff

and you bring him
back up here with you.
You understand?

Alright. Now get.

Go ahead. Get.

Look at the mess you made.
Get your black ass up
and start cleaning up, now.

Shut your filthy mouth.
[grunts]

[baby crying]

[whispering]

Where am I?

Some baby.

Rest you must.

♪♪

- Safe. Safe.
- [baby crying continues]

From the garbage
I found you in.

Child, oh, so safe.

Child. Safe.

- [glitching]
- Now.

Husband.

Spirit...

roams with us.

[glitching]

- Your child.
- [glitching continues]

This son.

He has received.

From us.

My child.

Where is he?

[woman 2 breathing heavily]

Your son.

Oh, so safe.

[Sallie] My son.

Where?

Where is he?

Your son...

With...

Are now...

You.

Your child.

Gifts he has received from us.

He is important.

Powerful he is.

My eyes.

I can't see much.
[groans softly]

Why are you helping me?

Sallie.

Sallie, yes.

[softly] Let me help you.

- [suspenseful sting plays]
- [baby crying louder]

Mr. Angus, you're looking
awfully handsome tonight.

How're you feeling,
Mrs. Dorothy?

Mrs. Dorothy, I know
you hear me talking to you.

Well, I'ma need
some more milk.

No? Okay. Well,
I'm not gonna argue with you.

Kelly, my beautiful wife.

What is it?

You look as worried as you did
on the night of our wedding.

I just want everyone to have
a good time tonight.

And I have this pie
I baked for Baron.
Where is he?

That's right.
It is Baron's birthday.

How ironic.

Former slave born on the day
of our Independence.

Isn't that wonderful?

So liberating. Magical.

Indeed.

Well, darling,
don't you worry about it.
I'm sure he'll turn up.

Last I saw him, he was over
by the barn he'll turn up.

Welcome, make
yourselves at home.

- Ah, hi there.
- Tom.

Good turnout this year.

Tom, you lovely bastard.
I didn't think you would show.

How's things with you
and the missus?

Fantastic. She's over
by the barn right now.

Finding Baron
for his birthday pie.

Celebrating the birthday
of your slave
as well as America.

Tom.

Having slaves in these times
would be cruel and illegal.

We have ranch hands
that we pay now.

That Baron boy is a good model.

I don't really remember
his father, Tom.

Baron, he's a good man.

We rather enjoy
having him around.

Come join our party.
Meet some of our friends.

- Um, thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

I really appreciate it.
I'm just finishing up here
with Dorothy.

Ah, now, now, Mrs. Dorothy.

I said I'm finishing up
with you.

- She's very protective.
- [cow moos]

Dorothy?
You talk to the cows?

That is cute.

Yeah, you see that one?
The small one?
That's Mr. Angus.

And the other one?
That's Mrs. Dorothy.
And that's Mrs. Bertha.

You-you name the cows?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Why?

Well, I figured if I am gonna
get all in their space
and be touching on them,

then I would want them
to like me.

So I gave 'em names.

- That's awfully kind of you.
- [chuckles]

- [cow moos]
- Do they know who you are?

Yeah, they know me.

They agree, I guess.
[chuckles]

You know, but they're, um,
just a little overprotective
of me of other women.

That's it.

[clears throat]

Um, Mrs. Dorothy.

Mrs. Bertha. Mr. Angus.

This here is the boss lady.

This here
is Mrs. Kelly Michaels.

- Did they respond?
- Yeah.

- [giggles]
- No.

- [laughs]
- Oh.

It's feeding time.

Come. That's enough work
for this evening.

It's your birthday.
I want you to have fun, too.

- I baked you a pie.
- I appreciate it.

It's mighty kind of you.

Well, boys. I'm about
to get out of here.

Michaels, thank you
for your hospitality,
stay out of trouble.

Thanks for stopping by, Tom.

And you be safe out here
in these mean streets
of Trotwood.

Oh, hell. [chuckles]
I will drink to that.

Good night.

So...

you mean to tell me,
you don't got
a problem with that?

With what?

That black bastard.

Skinning and grinning
with your beautiful white wife.

Who? Baron?

[scoffs] He's harmless.
Part of the family.

Huh?

I bet he wouldn't be
so harmless if he found out

you was the one who pulled
the trigger on his daddy.

What?

You didn't think
I knew about that?

Hell, the entire town
knows about that.

What makes you think
he doesn't know?

Just waiting and planning

to take revenge on you
and your family one day.

Maybe rape that precious
daughter you got upstairs
in that crib.

Not me. No, sir.

I would chop him up.

Stop that train
before it leaves the station.

Look at them. Go on, look.

Sheriff Tom.

You have no idea
what you are talking about.

You've been drinking, sir.

Trying to push me just
as your father pushed mine.

Oh, yes,
I remember things too.

Times have changed. Sheriff.

Have they?

I know that all those
big black bastards

fantasize about being
with a white...

trophy.

He touches her.
She then touches him.

You understand
what I'm saying, Jim?

Jim? Come back to me.

[scoffs]
That's just bullshit.

Bullshit maybe? Explain that.

So, you're just gonna let
his dirty hands

all over your white wife?

Yeah, I am thinking
you are a killer.

The man who blew that bastard's
father's head clear off.

[gunshot]

Man.

Jim.

Your daddy is probably turning
over in his grave right now.

Knowing you allowed that man

to have his way
with your white wife.

And not just any man.

The son of the man
that you killed.

That's why we killed
that son of a bitch, Lincoln.

Wouldn't leave shit alone.

They make good slaves.

And you...

pay that one
to comfort your wife.

Attaboy, Michaels.

♪♪

Lord Jesus.

No. No. No!

It's happening!

Momma, what is it?
What do you feel?

Death.

[tense music playing]

[groans]

Bastard!
You molesting my wife?

God, Jim. What are you doing?
Stop this!

You get outta here.
You've done enough.

- [groaning]
- [Kelly] Stop this right now!

Have you lost your mind?

- I didn't mean to--
- [grunting]

[drunk man laughing]

You know what
you did wrong, boy.

You've been here touching up
on his white woman
in the man's house.

What? No.

No! This is a mistake.

- Please!
- No! I fell.

Baron helped me up.

Looks like he was forcing
himself upon you.

Oh, sorry.
Isn't that right, Jim?

[groaning]

[Baron] I was just trying
to help the missus.

Enough of his damn lies.

Put an end to it, Jim.

- Women and children,
get to the house.
- Hey!

- No! No!
- All the boys stay here,

- y'all need to learn.
- [Baron groaning]

- You did wrong boy.
- Yeah!

- [thudding]
- [cow mooing]

And ring the bell, man.

No!

It's happening.

Death.

- [slashing]
- [groaning]

How could you?

All of you.

He was a good man.

He didn't deserve to die
like an animal.

[ground rumbling]

We brought you a little gift.

Jim Jr.

You have stained your hands
twice with Devilreaux blood.

Last I heard...

slavery ended 25 years ago.

And?

This now is murder.

You were able to hide once
behind your daddy's pants

as he claimed once then
as his property.

What the hell
is she talking about, Jim?

Willie Earl,

don't you know?

What?

How do you know my name?

You won't get a chance
to kill again.

Bet on that.

I didn't know
it was your son. I swear.

It? It was a person.

It had a name.

It loved playing with this toy.

[Sallie] I know that voice.

Your old voodoo bullshit
doesn't scare me.

- Oh.
- Black hag.

Oh. Oh, it will.

Tom Whitman.

We screwed up.

We screwed up big time.

Tom.

She's gonna come for us.

There's nothing
we can do about it now.

The boy's dead.

The boy is dead.

He's not coming back
for no one.

We beat him up pretty bad.
You nearly took his head,
plum off with that shovel.

How can we be sure of that?

Because he's dead, Jim.

Oh.

You're worried because
his momma thinks
she's a voodoo priest.

Horseshit.

You know how many people
come back from the dead?

None.

Not even Daddy Devilreaux.

And you know why?

Because he can't.

Right, Willie. Yes.

Because he's dead.

- Okay, Jim?
- Okay.

[ominous music playing]

[laughing]

[echoes] Come home, my son.

[mumbling voodoo]

[mumbling voodoo]

[mumbling voodoo]

[mumbling continues]

[echoes] Baron...

[echoes] Devilreaux.

[echoes] Come home.

[echoes] Come home, my son.

Child, instead of watching me,

come help me.

He will be here soon.

Who, Momma? [trembles]

Take those materials
and get the sewing done.

I'm scared.

Being scared of him is not
what I need from you right now.

Embrace him when he comes
as you once did as your husband.

Momma Sallie, what did you do?

I did what was needed.

The world needs Devilreaux
to bring a balance

to this corrupted
scale of justice.

No more will we hide and fear.

No more will they take
more from me.

No more disrespect.

No more tears will flow
from your eyes.

No more sadness.

Rejoice.

Tonight he will live on
in their thoughts.

In their fears.

Their thoughts
will create energy,

will create him.

[mumbling voodoo]

Devilreaux.

♪♪

[mumbling voodoo]

Devilreaux!

- [heavy breathing]
- [thunder rumbling]

Come home.

Come home to us!

[screaming]

I knew you would return
to me, my son.

This bell will now strike fear

in the hearts of your enemies.

Their fear of you
will bring energy to your body.

Tonight, the birth
of Devilreaux

will arrive to seek
vengeance on all
who done you wrong, my son.

When they hear your bell,
they will fear death.

Death...

will judge the sinners.

Open your eyes, my son.

- [ominous music playing]
- [cowbell ringing]

You need to relax.

You did the right thing.

You handled it
the way any man would have.

Rubbing his hands
all over your wife.

You did the right thing.

I would've...

I actually helped you.

Baron.

Is that that bastard's name?

Yes.

Sounds rich. [clears throat]

No.

Uh, he worked for me
for many years.

In fact, in all the years
that he worked for me,

he never once did disrespect
me nor my family.

Huh. He was a slave for my--

His parents were-were slaves
for my parents.

Yep.

That I know.

Look.

This will all get covered up
by the sheriff.

Wait a minute.

Look at that. I am the sheriff.

No crime, hell.

I think I'll retire
for the evening.

Is there anything else
you require?

Nope.

Well, it's getting late.

I am so sorry. Baron.

[shovel slashing]

[groans]

♪♪

- [phone vibrating]
- Holy shit!

[phone vibrating]

Briggs.

Hey, it's Baker.
Get down to the hospital.

Lexy remembers everything.

I'll be right there.

♪♪

How're you feeling?

Better.

Any news on my friends?

Lexy.

I need you to go back
to the beginning

and tell me everything
you can remember, okay?

Okay.

You said you went with some
of your friends to party
and, uh, play some games

at the old Michaels
historic house, correct?

- Yes.
- Okay.

You had said that
it was you, Rachel Worth,

James Whitman,

Tim Redland, Mandy Newton.

- Correct?
- Yes.

Dylan Turner was supposed
to come, but he wasn't back
in town yet.

♪♪

[Tim] I don't know about you,
but that crawfish was fire.

Well, I'm just saying.

Yo, this house is scary.

[Lexy] You'll be fine.
Don't be a big baby.

[Mandy] Guys, are we sure
this is a good idea?

Well, should we go in
through here?

Yeah. Go.

- Alright.
- Yeah.

Come on.

What about Jimmy?

Jimmy's parking.

Could we have not gone through
the front door?

- Oh, shit.
- It'd be fine.

- Yo, watch yourself.
- Ah.

Ugh, what's that smell?

I don't know.
Lexy, I can't believe
you got us up in this mess.

No for real, did you fart?

- No.
- [laughs] Just kidding.

[both laughing]

Okay, come on.

[Tim] This place is creepy.
You know what I mean?
I don't know about this.

[Rachel] Hmm, fancy.

I hate this place.

- Ugh, don't be
a Debbie Downer.
- Shh!

- Why do we keep
coming back here?
- Hurry up.

Come on, guys, it'll be fun.

- Got some big plans.
- [Tim whispers] This is crazy.

- Ah! Whoa! Yo.
- [laughs]

[Tim] Almost gave me
a heart attack.

Someone gets scared easy.

- Jimmy.
- What?

Come on, man.

That crawfish messed me up, man!

Man, whatever.
Go find a bathroom.

You also stated that you had
smoked some marijuana.

Played a Ouija board that
you purchased at a magic shop?

Yes, we bought it from Lola.

The Queen of Voodoo.

Her magic shop.

Yeah, that's what you stated.

Lola was telling us
the legend of Devilreaux

and the various ways
we could summon him.

If you're a bloodline,
he'll show up.

I found out some of us have ties
to the Devilreaux story.

You believe in that?

Sure.

Doesn't everyone?

So tell me.

What did you do to summon him?

We played the damn game.

I thought it would be fun
to play with someone's blood,

but no one wanted to do it.

So I said, "Screw it."

And I did it.

You did what?

[all laughing]

So where the hell is Jimmy?
Should we wait on him?

Oh, God.

That crawfish though.
Hit him real quick.

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

That's probably where he is.

It was fire, not gonna lie,
but it got me, too.

[all laughing]

Mm. So, guys,
we have the game.

Who's gonna be
the sacrificial emblem?

You expect me, a black man

to cut my hand to bring
a ghost back from his grave.

- Right.
- Some voodoo vigilante ghost.

Man, you're crazy.

- Mandy?
- Nope.

- My girl Rachel?
- Don't even think about it.

My God, you guys are no fun.

No, it's all you.

Fine.

I'll do it myself.

Hm, I... [groans]

- Ugh!
- [Tim] Ugh.

Lexy.

[Lexy] Hmm.

- Jeez, Lexy. All that blood?
- Ugh.

- Mmm.
- [Tim] I mean,

that's a lot of blood.

[tense music playing]

I cut myself
playing the board game.

It's no big deal. I've done it
numerous times before.

What? You've cut yourself?

Yeah. No, big deal.

Does your mother know
you cut yourself?

So then why would you do--

Don't read into anything, lady.
Alright? I'm fine.

I'm not depressed.
I don't hate myself.
Nothing like that.

It's just shit kids do.

I wanted to summon the so-called
Bogeyman of the South.

Okay, let's get back
to Saturday. So then what?

We smoked some strong shit.

We bought it from some guy
on a website

where you can meet
and, well, buy whatever.

Is that when you all
got separated?

Mm-hmm.

Me and Rachel, we--
we went outside
to meet the delivery guy.

When we came back in,

everyone was gone.

- We paid top dollar for this.
- That much.

- Yo, guys, we're back!
- Guys!

Where the hell
did these people go?

I knew we shouldn't
have split up.

They're probably about
to jump out and scare
the shit out of us.

Did you know
they're planning to add
to that fun house?

It's supposed to be like
a carnival or some shit.

If something cool
would come to this area,
besides this museum...

How exciting.

I'd rather watch fireworks
at the river with Dylan.

Oh, Dylan.

[blows raspberry]
You're just jealous.

Where did I leave
that board game?

You left it in the red bag.
And Mandy has the red bag.

She took it
after we played the game.

Ugh, my frickin' hand
still hurts.

Well, no one told you
to slice it open
like a damn savage.

I said I was gonna do it
next time we played.

- It was pretty epic. Hm.
- [door closes]

I bet you they're up stairs.

[Lexy] Yo, guys.

This place must've looked
so beautiful in its day.

The parties, the events,
the history.

The murders.
The war. [chuckles]

This place has seen
some serious shit.

What murders?

Hello? Devilreaux?

The shit during the Civil War.

The bloodline curse.

The shit you were doing
with the board game,
cutting yourself.

Chanting that crap.
You really believe in that shit?

- Duh.
- Sad.

What? Next you're gonna
tell me that...

[cowbell ringing]

- What happened?
- Did you hear that?

Sounded like a bell.

Like a cowbell.

Legend states
that people hear a cowbell

right before Devilreaux
pops up and kills them.

Come on, guys.

- Boo!
- [screams] What--

- Ow! [laughs]
- You asshole.

- [exclaims] Not funny.
- Yeah, well...

Come on, let's just go
and find the others.

Wait.

- [scratching]
- Do you hear a rubbing sound?

Like something being cut.

Tsk. Ugh. Let me hear?

Mm-hmm.

I don't hear anything.

Oh, my God! Rachel.

- [groaning]
- Rachel?

[groaning in pain]

Rachel, are you okay?

- [groaning]
- Rachel?

- I just hurt my leg.
- Okay, we're gonna
get you help, honey.

What-what do you see?
What's down there?

It's dark.

Okay, I'm gonna give you
the flashlight. Hold on.

- [thuds]
- [groans]

We're gonna get you help.
What-what do you see down there?

It's basement crap.

It's just another section
that we've never seen.

Okay, um, I'm gonna come down
and try to help you, alright?

No. No. I broke the stairs
coming down.

I'll just walk to the other side
of the basement, okay?

Just meet me
towards the entrance.

Are you sure you don't want me
to at least try? I--

No.

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

Find the other assholes
and meet me towards the entrance
so we can get out of here.

[groans]

Shit.

This place smells
like an outhouse.

Actually, it smells more
like a dead cat.

Alright, I-I'm gonna go now,
I'm gonna see if I can find
the others

and then I'll meet you
at the front, alright?

[Rachel] Fine. Just--

Can you please hurry up?
I hurt my leg and my--

This place sucks.

You got it, lady.
Hang tight, okay?

[grunts]

I saved the weed.

[sobs] This top dollar shit.

Ugh.

[heavy breathing]

[gasps]

Ugh. I found the smell.

It's a dead cat.

[cowbell ringing]

- What the hell?
- [cowbell ringing]

[gasps, screams]

- [slashes]
- [groans]

Where did they go?

Where the hell are you people?

Goddamn it.

- [distant screaming]
- [crashing]

What's that sound?

You better not be having
an orgy, because that
would just be gross.

Y'all are too freaky.

Mandy?

Tim?

Jimmy?

Guys, come on already.

Enough. Rachel hurt herself.
She needs our help.

I'm not playing anymore, guys.

Jeez.

Mandy?

Tim?

Jimmy?

Come on, guys, Rachel's hurt.

Enough of these games.

I swear to Christ,
if all you people
are just trying to scare me...

Mandy? What the hell?

Lexy?

[sobs] Is that you?

Yeah, are you blind?

Where have you been?
You look like shit.

[sobbing]

Mandy, what's--
what's going on?

Where-where's Tim?
Where are the other guys?

There.

The game.

What? The-the game? Mandy?

[mumbling] He--
He was dragged.

Dragged?

Mandy, who...

Who did this to you?

Was it-- was it Tim or Jimmy?

Look, honey,
let's just get out of here
and call the police.

- Okay?
- [mumbling] Devil--

Devilreaux has him.

We have to help Tim. [sobs]

My Tim.

Mandy, Devilreaux?
The-the game we played?

It's him!

You called for him!

You offered him the bloodline,
he came!

Mandy, honey, you need
to understand that was just--
that was just a game we played.

It was a stupid game
from a stupid magic shop,
that's all.

I just cut myself
to scare you all.

- I am scared!
- Okay.

He's real.

Okay, look,

let's just get Rachel,
and we'll call the police
and go home, okay?

He has her too.

What?

Mandy. Mandy,
I swear to Christ,

if you'll are just trying
to scare the piss out of me,
you won, okay?

So can we just go home now?

[screaming]

Run!

[groaning]

Rachel.

- [tense music playing]
- Oh, Rachel.

♪♪

[screaming]

[sobbing, screaming]

So you're telling me
that Devilreaux,
killed James Whitman,

Tim Redland, Mandy Newton,

and Rachel Worth?

Is that what you're telling me?

Yes, that's what
I've been saying.

[male reporter] Lieutenant,
there are questions
and we need you over here.

- One at a time, please!
- We need to understand.

Can I get one question
at a time? Sir?

- Sir?
- Lieutenant, were drugs
and any narcotics found?

I cannot disclose anything
as of yet.

Well, can you deny or verify
that this planned group suicide
may have gone bad?

No. I cannot.

What about the old, fabled
Bogeyman legend of Devilreaux

that may have had something
to do with this cover up? That--

Did you hear how ridiculous
that just sounded?

Does anybody have
a serious question
for me, please?

- No wasting time here, okay?
- [female reporter]
Yes, lieutenant.

What about the unjustified
brutality from last week
that happened?

- Any comments about that?
- No comment.

I can't disclose
anything as of yet.

I have told you, guys,
I've given all
the information that I can.

I thank you for your time
and attention
to this very sensitive matter.

But as of now,
I have work to do.

Lieutenant, that may have had
something to do
with these disappearances.

You are hiding something.
The public needs to know.

Thank you very much.

Can you confirm that these
disappearances may have had
something to do with--

Lieutenant Briggs,
I need a comment.

- You have not answered
any of my questions.
- [Baker] Hey, hey, hey!

- You are not allowed back here.
- I need-- I need to know.

- Get out of here!
- The people need to know
about these disappearances.

- Go upstairs!
- Devilreaux had something
to do with this.

- Get out of here!
- I need a statement!

- Do you wanna be behind bars?
- People need to know the truth.

- Get out of here!
- I'm gonna find out myself.

Jesus.

These people. [heavy sigh]

Oh, my goodness.

Jesus. I mean,
they do not stop.

They're relentless.

- Tell me about it, alright?
- [exhales]

This is just great.

Another four missing kids,

possible homicides,
and to make things worse,

parents and reporters
with these bullshit theories.

- Yeah. You're gonna love this.
- What is it?

The results of the Allen kid's
lie detector.

So she was telling the truth.

You don't really
believe that, do you?

Something scared
the hell out of her.

I don't think Lexy Allen
killed anybody.

You believe that?

I mean, there are ways
that people can work

or figure out
how to pass a lie detector.

Yeah. These are 20-year-old kids
we're talking about here.

Something happened
and we need to figure out what.

Okay, maybe Lexy
did tell the truth, then.

What? About Devilreaux?

Uh, that's what you're implying.

"Urban legend," Devilreaux?

Come on. You know me
better than that.

Okay.

I'm really sick of this.

Something spooked them.

She says four
of her friends are dead.

She takes a beating
while running into traffic,

gets hit by a car
running from somebody.

I've got to figure out
what to tell these parents.

Actually, chief said that
he's arranging for a private
briefing with them all.

Christ. What am I supposed
to tell them?

One day we've got
a missing person's case.

And the next day
it's imaginations running wild.

I know. I don't know.

We went back through
the Michaels property
with a fine-tooth comb.

And we came up with nothing,
except some dried old blood?

Maybe?

We're still running DNA tests,

um, but luckily
no sign of ghosts.

So there's that.

Well, these kids are somewhere.

[smacks lips]

You know what
I don't get about kids

is they go to a some nasty,
old deserted warehouse
to screw and get high.

They'd rather stay in some
damp disease-infested,
cold ghost house

than spend 70 bucks
on a damn hotel room.

Like, I would never do that.

That's just it.

It's the rush
of getting caught.

You go to an abandoned place,

you're cut off from life.

From rules.

Hmm.

- You go to a motel...
- That's interesting.

Somebody will always see you.

Interesting.

What's this?

That is the Allen girl
on the end.

Yeah.

The one dressed
like Devilreaux.

And get this.

Her mother's maiden name?

Michaels.

Michaels?

As in Jim Michaels?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, he's the grandfather
of the bloodline.

Hey, uh, can I get you
another coffee?

- Absolutely.
- [chuckles]

- Black.
- Okay.

It's gonna be a long day.

Yeah, it is,
before I head out.

Great-grandfather.

[Marg] I'm leaving.

Goodnight, Marg.

[humming]

- [cowbell ringing]
- [rustling]

Hello?

Marg, is that you?

[cowbell ringing continues]

Hello?

Hello?

Margy, is that you?

[ominous music playing]

Who that?

- [suspenseful music playing]
- Briggs?

[cowbell ringing]

[Sallie] Strike fear
in the hearts of your enemies.

[overlapping chatter]

[mom 1] Did you see him?

Do you need his picture maybe?

I can give you his picture.

- Did you ever see him?
- Well?

- Okay. Okay.
- Please tell me he's alright.

- I understand. Please, listen.
- [sobs] Oh, God.

We have conducted
a full search

and a walk-through
of the premises
where Lexy Allen was found.

But this has not, as of yet,
hear that, as of yet,

produced any further
evidence or information

that I can present to you
at this time.

- I'm sorry.
- How do we know

they did not leave the building?

What if they're trapped
inside of something?

Possibly hurt?

Like I said, we have conducted
a full search.

We have found evidence
of people having eaten
and slept in the lower levels.

Probably vagrants.

We are at this time

waiting on DNA tests
to officially come back, okay?

Like I said, we're doing all
that we can.

- [overlapping chatter]
- I just want to give her a hug.

- Well, find them, find them.
- It's not enough.

- I understand.
- [phone vibrating]

- [mom 1 sobbing] Just...
- Excuse me.

- Where is she going?
- What?

Where is she frickin' going?

Briggs.

When?

Nah, I already know
the address.

So what happens now?

My daughter, Mandy,

she's been gone four days.

Did the Allen girl
kill my child?

Did she kill the others?

Ma'am, we are doing
everything in our power.

Where did you go, Peter?

[door opens]

[Dylan] Hey, Dad. I'm here.

Dad? Dad--

Oh, hey, Miss Bobbie,
where is my--

Where is my Dad at?
Is he okay?

Dylan. You arrived early?

Yeah, my plane came early.

Where is my Dad?
Is everything okay?

Dylan.

I hope so.

W-what happened?

Not sure.

All we know
is that he dialed 911.

And clearly,
there's been a struggle.

It's Devilreaux.

He came for my Dad.

He-he's gonna come
for me next.

Why are you saying that?

[sighs]

He's real.

I mean, I grew up watching
my Dad freak out

anytime he learned someone
we knew disappeared

and I always thought
he was being ridiculous,
but he's real.

My-my Dad was right.

- You believe that?
- Of course, I believe it.

Look.

Lexy did it, didn't she?

Did what?

She played the stupid game.

I told her don't screw
with the dead.

She must've done it.

Lexy did mention cutting herself
playing that game.

I knew it.

If you poke the bear
enough times,
he's gonna attack.

Hey. Hey. Dylan.

- Look at me.
- [sniffles]

I need you to be strong.

We will find him.

Dylan, I need you to take me
through everything you all did
playing that game.

Okay.

- Show me everything.
- Okay. Okay.

Now, we're gonna go in
and go down through here
through this spot.

Be careful though, it's--
it's pretty steep.

Okay.

Not sure why we come
through here,
but this is the way we go.

Yeah, that's interesting.

Stay close though.

Right through here.

You guys never used
the front door?

Mm, this is the cooler way.

It's through here.

Miss Bobbie, it's this way.

Here is where we usually play.

And why in this room?
Is there a reason?

Just bigger, I guess?
I don't know.

I just kind of follow along
with wherever they go.

Sometimes we just
kind of hang out all over
the place in here,

but this is mostly
where we go.

I usually sit right there
next to Lexy.

Rachel sits here.

Sometimes we mix it around,

but mostly me and Jimmy
usually try to hang out
toward the outskirts.

We kind of play
all around in here,

but most of the time
we just hang out here.

So why here?

What's so special
about this room?

Bigger. I-I don't know.

I mean, I really just
kind of follow along

with whatever they're
telling me to do, I guess.

But mostly this room
just 'cause it's the biggest

and it's the creepiest
for what we're doing, I guess.

But that's really
why they chose it.

And that's where you play
the Ouija board?

Yes.

Play right here,
sometimes we'll play over here,

but most of the time,
this is the spot.

And, uh, you know,

we kind of move around
down in here,

but most of the time,
it's right here.

Alright, what else do you got?

Onto the next place?

- Yeah, show me.
- Okay.

Through here.

And down through here
is where we'd cut through
to go to the fun house.

Well, that sounds fun.

Yeah, something like that.

- [cowbell ringing]
- [foreboding music playing]

Step right up.
Step right up.

Step right inside
the very haunted fun house.

They don't come
more haunted than this.

Yeah, step right up.
Come on in.

Oh, well, you're one
of the last guests to come in

to the devil's fun house.

Right this way.

Do you usually do
the fun house?

- Yes, ma'am. Down here.
- [The Carnie laughing]

Watch your step.
The Devil doesn't need a lawsuit
on him, does he? [laughs]

Yeah.

No one is usually here
when we come, though.

There's a crawl space area
in the basement

that leads to like
a closet area inside.

[Briggs] Interesting.

Yeah.

You know,

this place is a lot bigger
on the inside than it looks
from the outside.

Oh, yeah.
It definitely does.

Um...

Alright, keep going. Show me.

Right through here.

Through here.
Just keep going.

- [coughing, laughing]
- [Briggs] Ugh! Jesus!

I hate clowns.

That flashbulb
just blinded me.

- Oh, yeah, me too.
- Ugh, I can't even see.

Ugh, this place
has a bad smell, though.

It's like somebody
was cooking gym socks.

Smells like wet dog in here.

[Dylan] Yeah, that too.
[laughs]

We'd hang out around here,
but most of the time,
we go behind the stage.

Alright, show me.

Through here.

Interesting.

Oh, yeah. We gotta
go in through here.

This is where we usually go.

[metals clanking]

[metals clanking]

There.

- That's him.
- What?

[suspenseful music playing]

♪♪

♪♪

- [thuds]
- Dylan!

[Dylan] Miss Bobbie!

Dylan.

[distant] Miss Bobbie!

Dylan?

Dylan!

Dylan, answer me.

♪♪

[cowbell ringing]

[cowbell ringing]

[sniffling]

[clears throat]

Hmm.

[cowbell ringing]

♪♪

[sobbing]

- [cowbell ringing]
- [sobbing]

[cowbell ringing louder]

♪♪

[mysterious music playing]

[music ends]