All language subtitles for +Possessions.2024

Hey, Bud.

- You need anything?
- I'm good.

You know anything about these?

No. Sorry, man.

A couple packs of reds.

That all?

Wasn't sure what you liked, so, uh...

Thanks, Dad!

Onwards.

Trust me, you are gonna love it out here.

It's a different way of life.

Jesus, Buddy. Christ!

What's wrong, pal?

Buddy, what do you see?

There's nothing here.

Where is she?

Buddy!

And just a few more there.

And there. Yep.

And just need you to initial, here.

What's this?

That's the, uh, disclosure of death
on the property I mentioned.

Simply states you knew about a death
on the property before purchase.

Yeah.

Oh, I got a bank valuation
for you as well.

Needless to say,
you got the deal of a lifetime.

That's why we're here.
Yeah.

All right. You are officially the owner
of Plaza Mini Storage.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Why would they leave all their stuff here?

I don't know, pal.

Come on, kiddo.

There's something we gotta do.

Dad?

Do you think he's with Mommy in heaven?

I know he is.

At least we still got each other.

Right now, you may not understand
what I'm doing.

But one day you will.

And this place gives me the chance to do
what I always promised your mom I'd do.

Be home with you more.

I miss her.

Yeah.

Me too.

I'm calling from Plaza Mini Storage
for a Mr. Wheelman.

We have a unit here that is in arrears
in excess of 60 days.

Yeah, uh, he moved.
Not sure where he is anymore.

Sorry, I can't help.

Hello, I'm looking to speak
to a Henry Jones.

I'm his wife.

You think I might speak to your husband?

Afraid not. Early-onset Alzheimer's.

No problem.

- Dad.
- Yeah?

What happened?

Not sure.

Come on.

What was that?
- I don't know.

Stephen says
it's supposed to be about 80% occupied.

It's gonna be more work than I thought.

Red tag them all. Yep.

And you? You run the auction.

And what's your name?

I wish you were here.

Tyler, take the trash
and go out the back.

I'm in the bathroom.

Yeah, hi. It's, uh, Pete Thompson
here from Plaza Mini Storage.

Uh...

Well, I'm calling
in regard to a self-storage unit.

It's about eight months past due.
Who would I speak to about that?

I'm not sure. I'm just a volunteer.

Cindy, the regular clerk,
will be back tomorrow.

- Would you mind calling back then?
- Yeah, sure. Sure thing. No problem.

Where'd you get that?
Found it.

- Well, you can't keep it.
- Why not?

Someone left it here.

People leave stuff here.
That's the whole point of the business.

Can't be taking other people's belongings.

Please, Dad. Come on.

Well, if anyone comes looking for it,
you give it back, no questions asked.

- We have a deal?
- Deal.

Okay.

That's no problem.

And do we have a--?
Is there a good time you can--?

Got ya.

- Do I have--?
- Dad!

This is the one.

- It's just the wind.
- Something was in there.

Listen, pal, I get that you're bored.

But this isn't funny.

I have so much to do.

Hi, it's Pete Thompson
from Plaza Mini Storage here.

Oh, hey, Mr. Thompson,
what can I do for you?

I just, uh, finished boxing up
all the old owner's stuff.

You have a forwarding address
so I can get everything to his family?

No, sorry. There-- There is no family.

I mean, his widow and his son.

Um, no.
They died not long before Walt did.

You can just take his things
down to Salvation Army, I guess.

Sorry I can't be of more help. Good night.

What are we doing here?

They owe on a unit.

Every dollar's gonna count right now.

Let's go.

- Dad, can I wait here?
- What's the problem?

Can I please wait here?

Hello?

Lord be with you.

Always nice to see a fresh face in here.

Just moved here.

- How are we treating you so far?
- Fifty-fifty, I suppose.

I just took over
the Plaza Mini Storage Facility

on the edge of town.

Good for you.

We could always use some fresh blood
in here to invest in our future.

- Looking to join the parish?
- Um...

Actually, I'm here about a storage locker
that's rented by the church.

It's past due. Quite a bit.

I don't know why
the church was renting a locker.

I tried calling a few times,
but I couldn't get an answer.

This would have been Father Williams.

It must have slipped through the cracks
in the transition.

I'm happy to come and settle the account,
remove any of the items.

Or you could carry on renting.

I could give you a new deal
on a yearly rate.

I wouldn't even know
what would be in there.

I'll come check.

Sure thing.

We're open 8 till 5, every day.

So you just come on by
and we can figure this out.

- Dad?
- Yeah, pal?

Can we hang up pictures of Mom?

Yeah, sure.

- Tonight?
- No.

Let me get organized first.

Soon, okay?

Help!

Dad!

Tyler.

Where are your shoes, pal?

How long have you been out here?

Hey.

Hey. You okay?

Once we get settled,
I'll get us a new dog.

Promise.

Go back inside?

Just a little longer.

Okay.

Do you have any openings at all?

We can do any time. We just moved here.

He's been acting a little off.

Oh, that's great.
Thank you. We'll be there.

I get the feeling
that you don't wanna be here.

One word answers,
all your attention on your dolls.

Action figures.

Dolls are for girls.

Right. Action figures.

Am I right, though?
You don't wanna be here.

My dad said I had to come.

He said I only had
to come back if I liked you.

That's fair.

So how am I doing?

Do you like me?

Do you get along
with your dad and your mom?

It's just my dad now.

Where's your mom?

She went to heaven.

What does that mean? "She went to heaven."

She died in a car accident.

So now she's in heaven.

She's not coming back.

How does it make you feel
to know she's not coming back?

Alone.

Tyler, what do you remember
about the accident?

Seeing my dad cry
when he came home from the hospital.

His face was bruised.

He was crying.

How'd it make you feel to see him crying?

Scared.

My grandpa was yelling at my dad.

Do you know why?

Something about whiskey.

Tyler, was your dad in the car
when the accident happened?

He was driving.

Dr. Milliner took me
to live with family for a while.

How did you feel about that?

I don't really remember it.

It must have been pretty confusing.

Was it after that
that your dad decided to move here?

He said it was the deal of a lifetime.

What was?

The storage place my dad bought.

We live there.

Plaza Mini Storage?

Yeah.

And how have you been feeling
since you got there?

I don't like it.

And what about your dad? Is he all right?

Has there been
anything different about him?

You mean, has he gone mad?

Like Jack's mom?

Excuse me?

Tyler, what did you just say?

What?
- Just now.

I didn't say anything.

Yes. Yes, you did.

You mentioned Jack.

How do you know about Jack?

Um...

How's he doing?

How are you?

I'm not here for me.
Um, I just wanna know how my son is.

Please.

Well, he told me about the accident,

and he told me about his mother

and about being sent away
to live with a foster family.

Yeah, well, he is back home with me now.

And frankly, there is no chance
of that ever happening again.

Legally, I've been cleared.

And, um...

- We're putting all that in the past.
- His mother just died.

And he was sent
to live with total strangers,

unsure as to whether or not
he would ever see you again.

Now Tyler has suppressed
the emotional trauma of those events.

Does this have anything to do
with the post-traumatic stress?

Maybe.

It's possible.

I would really like to see him again.

Like two or three times a week.

If we did that,
I think we could really get--

Two or three times a week? I bet.

- Eighty-two bucks a pop.
- No, no.

It's not about the money.
I'll do it pro bono.

What I'm describing to you,
your son is in distress.

Well, I guess I'll talk to him
and we'll get back to you.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Uh, just please don't wait too long.

About to give up.

Sorry, I had to take my son
to an appointment.

Didn't know you were coming.

I don't like unsettled accounts.
It looks bad on the church.

It's this one right here.

- Do you mind?
- Of course.

Got everything you need?

All set. Thank you.

Before I go,
is there another locker that the church

or Father Williams has occupied?

I just wanted to make sure
everything's in order.

Nope.

Just this one.

Good.

Yes.

Well, we have a Sunday service every week,

9 and 11, if you're so inclined.

Hey, kiddo! You in here?

Tyler!

Jesus.

You scared me.

Been looking for you all over.

You okay?

Why is she here?

Who?

Hi, Mr. Thompson.

- Good afternoon.
- I'm sorry to barge in unannounced.

Um, I didn't actually know
if I should come, but...

No problem. Come inside.

Thank you.

This way.

How much do you know
about the previous owner and his family?

Um...

I know he hung himself.

And his wife and his kid died prior.

So I imagine
that's what drove him to suicide.

Did you know that his wife killed
their son and then took her own life?

- And you are telling me this because?
- Because I was treating him.

I was treating their son. Jack.

It started out with night terrors
and strange moments of clarity,

where Jack knew things
that he couldn't possibly know.

And then he would have
no recollection of it afterward.

Where are you going with this?
- It got worse.

Speaking in foreign tongues,
bed wetting, voice alteration.

Violence toward animals,
violent thoughts towards people.

- My son wouldn't hurt a fly.
- They said the same thing about Jack.

I was making good progress with him.

I had contacted
a psychiatric hospital in Gainesville

and asked them to work with me
to find a treatment for him.

I just feel like
if I could have gotten Jack

into that controlled environment sooner,
then maybe--

Tyler is not this Jack kid, okay?

There's no connection here.

I know you know that something is wrong.

I know you feel it.

We could go to Gainesville together
and get Tyler the help that he needs.

My son lost his mother.

And he just needs to learn
to deal with his grief, okay?

Jack's mother had no history
of mental illness.

She had no history of violence.

They didn't find
any drugs or alcohol in her blood.

- I think we're done here.
- They were a happy family. Please.

Let me help your son before it's too late.

Showers and thunderstorms today

with strong southwesterly winds
to 37 miles per hour.

We'll have as high of 59 degrees
with the temperature dropping rapidly...

What are you doing there, pal?

Hey.

You okay?

Why aren't you answering me?

I can smell the whiskey
on your breath.

Did Amy smell it on you too
before you got in the car?

What did you say?

Tyler!

Tyler?

Tyler!

Dad?

Help me.

Hey.

Ahem.
My name is Father Williams.

This is session number one
with Michael Gibbons.

How are you, Michael?
Nervous.

Well, there's nothing
to be nervous about.

We're just gonna have a little chat.

Just relax, Michael.

I want you to close your eyes.
Listen to the sound of the metronome.

Let your mind and soul go blank.

Spiritus Sancti. Lord bless this child.
Set his soul free from this evil.

Michael.

Who am I speaking to right now?
You must know.

Dad?

Oh... Buddy, what happened?

It's okay, pal. It's just an accident.

No big deal.

Come on, let's get you cleaned up.

Dad.

Yeah?

There something wrong with me?

No.

It's just an accident.

These things happen.

It happens to the best of us.

No. Not just that.

Just everything.

Hey.

No.

I'm not having that.

You've had more put on you
in this last year

than most grown men can handle.

Nothing wrong with you.

It's the rest of the world
that's all screwed up.

Telling you.

Take it easy today.

Lay on the couch, watch some TV.

I got to do some work in the office.

But later we can hang up
some pictures of Mom,

start making some room
for our stuff in here.

You know what I mean?

How's that sound?

You betcha.

Jesus Christ.

No. No.

Oh, my God.

What the fuck is going on?

Dad?

What did you do to Buddy?

- Buddy's dead, Dad.
- I know he's dead.

Why did you dig him up?

I didn't.

I'm fucking sick of this bullshit of you
just pretending you don't remember!

Now you tell me the truth.

- No more lying!
- You're hurting me.

- What did you do?
- I don't know!

- Tell me!
- Mommy, make him stop.

I mean it.

Dr. Young speaking.
- Hi. Uh...

Hello?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. Um...

Mr. Thompson?

- I don't know what to do.
- What happened?

No, no, you don't...

It's fucking mutilated.

I don't see how he could do that.

And he has no recollection of it?

Listen, I know my son. Okay?

He's not lying.

If I hadn't seen it on the video,
I would have believed him.

I'll come as soon as I can.

Just keep him calm
and act like everything is all right.

Because in his mind, it is.

All right.

Thank you.

Tyler!

Hey!

- Dad?
- Hold up.

I saw the grave.

- I did that?
- No.

No, you didn't. I was wrong.

Come on, let's get back inside.

Okay?

Tyler.

How are you?

Fine.

Can I sit with you?

Sure.

Do you know why I'm here?

Has your dad been drinking lately?

Mm-hm.

How's it make you feel when he drinks?

Scared, I guess.

Scared of what?

That he's gonna die.

Do you ever hear voices?

What kind of voices?

The kind that make you do things.

Bad things.

Tyler...

do you talk to anyone other than your dad?

My mom.

Does she respond?

I miss you so much, baby.

If you can hear me, I...

I need you right now.

"And I will put enmity
between you and the woman,

and between your offspring and hers.

He will crush your head,

and you will strike his heel."

Tyler?

Tyler.

Jack.

You know why she killed him?

Why?

To save him.

Pete wouldn't do that.

He's too weak.

You usually call him "Dad."

Do you think
when Jack was begging for his life,

he called her "Mommy"?

Tyler, this has to stop.
I want to help you make it stop.

You know who else I talk to?

Who?

Everything okay?

He changed.

I know you know what I'm talking about.

He got that look in his eye,
just like Jack.

- He's not Jack.
- Mr. Thompson, he mutilated a dead dog.

What the fuck is this?

It's that place in Gainesville
that I was telling you about.

I called ahead
and they have a spot for him.

We could go there together and admit him.

- I could treat him there with the ex--
- I called you here for help.

And this is your answer,
you want to send him away?

He needs help immediately
before he hurts himself or someone else.

You don't know my son.

And I'm not sending him away again.

Ever.

I don't want to go away, Daddy.

You're not going anywhere, pal. Come here.

Told you we're gonna
figure this out together. Here.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you too.

Hello, this is Rachel.
Yeah. Hi, Rachel.

I'm calling from Plaza Mini Storage.

I think you brokered an estate sale
on this property

or represented a Richard Gibbons.

It was quite a while back.

Yeah, I recall.

Can you tell me how he died?

Richard, he killed his wife
and then himself

after their son went missing.

Sorry, what is this about?

Hello?

Mr. Thompson?

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Michael, I'm here to help you.
Michael, stay with me.

Michael, I need you to fight.

Michael, look at me.

Michael!

Michael isn't here.

He doesn't belong to you.
His soul belongs to God.

In the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord,

I command you to tell me your name, demon!

Tell me your name!

I claim this vessel as my own.

My name is Baal.

St. Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle,

be our protection against the wickedness
and the snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him!

Thrust into hell Satan

and all evil spirits
who hunger for the ruin of souls!

I claim this vessel as my own!

Father Williams,
what are you doing?

Father Mann, quick, come in!

Help me hold him down.
The boy is possessed!

Father Williams, stop!

There's no demon.
No, no. Hurry.

Shut the door!

You little beast!

I'll kill you!

Father Williams, stop!
Father Mann, get out of here!

It's what has to be done and not--
Stop!

God...
Father Williams!

No! No! No!

Fuck...

St. Pascal Catholic Church.

Yeah, I need to speak to Father Mann.

- He's not here.
- Yeah. He needs to call me.

It's Pete Thompson
from Plaza Mini Storage.

He knows who I am.

Father Mann is away for the night.

When he returns tomorrow,
I will have him call you.

Frankly, I don't care where he is.
You need to call him.

And you tell him...

that I know about Michael Gibbons.

- Sir, I...
- Call him.

Dr. Young speaking.

Help me. Please.

Tyler?

I'm so sorry for whatever I did
or said to you.

That's all right.

I'm scared.

I want to go to that place to get help.

I don't want to be scared anymore.

Tyler, where's your dad?

He's been drinking.

I'll be right there. Just stay calm.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Hello?

How do you know about Michael?

I don't know
what the fuck is going on, but...

I'm calling the police on you.

Michael Gibbons was a very sick boy,

and he was a danger to himself
and his family.

Look, we did everything we could.
If you'll just let me explain, please.

Mr. Thompson, hello?

Are you still there?

Please don't do anything.
Just wait for me. I'm coming there.

I'll be there by morning.

Tyler?

Are you here?

Tyler?

Is that you?

Tyler, it's Dr. Young!

Tyler!

Tyler, is that you?

Tyler!

Tyler?

Tyler?

Oh, no.

Tyler?

Dr. Young?

What the fuck are you doing here?

What have you done?

Is your dad around?

Son, are you okay?

My dad's cleaning up.

I made a bit of a mess.

Where?

Can you show me?

Where's your bike?

I've seen it before.

I remember now.

Boy by the name of Michael Gibbons had it.

You heard of him?

Okay.

He's in there?

With Michael.

You son of a bitch.

Let me out! Let me out of here!

He's not your son anymore.

Tell him your name.

You know who I am.

I command you
in the name of our Lord...

Let me out of here!

Open up!

Defend us with our battle
of principalities and powers,

against the rulers
of this world of darkness,

against the spirits of wickedness
in high places!

- What are you doing?
- You're hurting me!

Tyler! Get away from that man!

There's no one
to help you this time.

What are you doing?
- Tyler.

Tyler, you must fight against him!
- Tyler.

If you can hear me...

Dad?

Help me. Please.

Tyler, come on, son!

St. Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle,

be our protection against the wickedness
and snares of the devil.

May God rebuke him,

and do thou,
O Prince of the heavenly host,

by the power of God,

thrust into hell Satan
and all the evil spirits

who wander through the world
for the ruin of souls.

Soul of Christ, sanctify me.

Body of Christ, save me.

Blood of Christ, inebriate me.

Passion of Christ, strengthen me.
Stop.

Daddy, help me!

Come out of the boy!

Christ commands it!

Die, impostor! Die, Satan!

He is my son.
He is not your son anymore!

Tyler, run!

Tyler!

No!