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♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday, Jessie and Cory ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday, Jessie and Cory ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday, Jessie and Cory ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday, Jessie and Cory ♪

- All right, everybody!

Look what I found!

Who wants to play? Come on!

Come on!

Who wants to play?

You're only young once!

- Apparently not.

- Oh, okay.

Come on, everybody. Come on, let's play.

Come on. Okay, we'll start on this side.

We'll start on this side. You guys go on that side.

All right, what do we got? What do we got?

Right hand, yellow! Right hand, yellow.

What do we got?

Come on, spin it! Spin it!

Right hand, red!

Right hand, red.

Right hand, red!

Right foot, yellow!

Yeah, we got it.

We got it.

Right foot, blue.

Oh, God.

Yeah. You're doing the splits!

You're doing the splits! Right foot...

Left foot, yellow. Oh, my God.

Left foot. Get that foot over here.

Off we go.

What've we got? Right...

- And so what we have to do.

Give me a hand.

And then the other.

Close your eyes.

- What are you two up to?

- A very special spell for a birthday boy,

on his very special day.

- Cool.

A spell?

Are you a witch?

- What do you think, Cory?

I guess you have your answer.

- Can I have one?

- Do you believe in magic?

- I don't know.

- Come here.

Give me your finger.

- What for?

- I'm going to make you a spell.

- Will it hurt?

- That depends on you.

Hm?

- What are you going to do? Drink my blood?

- Do you want me to?

- I'm bleeding!

You're crazy.

- With a drop of blood bound for good, we two are one.

Cheers.

- I can't believe you did that.

What's going to happen?

- Bound for good.

- Forever?

- You have a very special destiny, Rex.

Cory?

Tell the camera how old you are today.

- 14.

- And you, Jessie?

- 14.

- And how old am I?

- 100.

- Only 100?

- 500!

- That's more like it.

Cory.

Think it's time you open my present.

- Where are you?

- Not too far from Dad's.

- When are you coming to get me?

- You've got some time yet.

- What if I just go there by myself?

- You'd get lost.

- I can find the place on my own.

- Do you even know where you are?

- The devil's armpit.

- It's good for you. You know, natural?

- Since when are you so cozy with the wilderness?

- I love it. Fresh air, quiet.

- The last time I saw you,

you were drinking a martini at the Plaza.

- That was a long time ago.

I'm a changed man.

- Have you seen my cologne? - Um, no.

- Besides, Pamela wants us to go to the wake together.

- I guess she couldn't be bothered to come to the funeral.

Why is she organizing things

if she's not even gonna show up?

- Who else would?

- I don't trust her.

- Why?

- There have been a lot of stories.

Apparently, she hired guard dogs

to keep the family away from Dad.

Using the house for strange parties.

- Who told you this?

- Nieces, nephews, lawyers.

- Geez.

- I don't wanna be involved in all this.

- It's what you get,

for being the last of the family line.

- Well, what about you?

Why don't you get to experience this joy?

- I'm just a half breed.

- Mm.

Do you know she tried to make Dad change his will?

Leave everything to her.

- They were married. - No, they weren't.

- They might as well have been.

Put yourself in her place.

- You like Pamela.

- So what?

- How can you? She's a total imposter.

- She took care of Dad. Made him happy.

- Your problem is you like everyone.

- I don't like you. - Oh, right.

He was a bastard.

- Don't talk like that. - Why do you mind?

- He was my dad, too.

- Just because he knocked up your mom on one of his

global fertilizing sprees doesn't mean you know him.

- Okay, okay.

- While I got the pleasure of his constant disapproval,

day in, day out.

I can't help feeling you got the better deal.

Look, why don't I just come out to meet you?

I'm not that far from Dad's. I can join you there.

- It's too far to walk.

You know we're in the woods, right?

- I haven't had a decent cappuccino in two days.

Trust me. I know.

Another thing to blame Pamela for.

- She wanted to be close to home.

- That is not her home.

- She is living in Dad's cabin.

- Not for much longer, she isn't.

- Plus, she's a witch.

- Excuse me?

- A Wicca, I think.

- Right. Spells and potions and-

- Mm-hm.

- You've gotta be kidding me.

- This forest is famous for its witches.

Sybil Leek used to walk through here in black cloaks,

with a jackdaw on her shoulder.

- She is crazy.

- They thwarted a Nazi invasion into Britain

in the Second World War.

- That's Churchill you're thinking of.

- Who's to say he didn't have a little help?

- You're crazy.

- Probably.

- You are a complete mystery to me.

- We'll have to talk about the inheritance.

- I'm meeting the lawyer next week.

Drawing up a list of all the handouts. You, me.

- Don't forget Sam.

- God. Too many to keep track of.

- And Fiona.

- Oh, God! No, no.

Sorry. Disaster in the kitchen.

Fiona doesn't count.

- She seems to think she does.

- What do you mean?

- She's very interested in the house. The business.

- You've spoken to her?

- She stopped by yesterday. Picked up a bike.

- You know she emancipated herself, right? When she was 16?

- She said she was gonna cycle over to your place,

sometime today.

- She's had nothing to do with the family for over 20 years.

No, the rich stink.

Vultures like her can sniff money a mile off.

- I'm sure she just read about it in the papers.

- There you go, being nice again.

- Hey, have you seen my coin? - What coin?

- This one?

- No.

Maybe there'll be enough left over

for me to finally buy that house.

White picket fence, and a wife.

2.5 kids.

- The American dream.

- Uh...

I can't wait to get back to New York.

Civilization.

- Wait. What the hell is that?

- I don't know. I don't know.

What is it?

- What's that? - The, the smoke alarm.

- Where? - In the kitchen!

- God, that's loud.

Crisis averted.

- What day is it?

I don't know.

Where am I?

I have no idea.

Dear diary, I've already lied. I know exactly where I am.

In the middle of nowhere.

A landscape like my brain. Wide open.

Empty.

He's dead.

Maybe I'm dead.

Maybe this is purgatory.

I love my feelings when I don't seem to have any.

Screw it.

- Rex?

- Try again.

- Fiona?

- The one and onla.

- I was talking to Rex. We got cut off.

- Maybe he got tired of listening to you.

- I need to call him back.

- What's so fabulous about Rex?

- Nothing. I'm meeting him.

What do you want, Fiona?

- Can't I call for a chat?

- Why would you do that?

- Someone's cranky!

- Are you kidding me?

- You wouldn't talk at the funeral.

- I was busy. - The prodigal son?

You were absolutely beaming at the attention!

- Fuck you.

- Did I see you dab your eyes with Aunt Jen's hanky?

- Should I hang up?

- Yep. Someone's definitely not had their nap!

- Why were you even there?

- Had to watch him go into the ground.

Make sure he was really dead.

My therapist said it would be good for me.

- Was it? - I don't know yet.

Easy to get lost out here.

- Uh-huh.

Well...

- How's Kieran?

- Kieran?

- Kieran.

- That's what you wanna talk about?

- Sure.

- I don't know. We haven't spoken in over a year.

- Oh, sorry. I didn't know.

- He didn't die. We just broke up.

- Are you seeing someone new?

- Why are you interested?

- Why shouldn't I be? - It would be the first time.

- That's not true.

- Who was I seeing before Kieran?

- The blonde guy!

- You'll have to be more specific.

- Accent. Dutch.

- Bzzt!

- German? - Bzzt!

- Any clues? - Pornography and suicide.

- Swedish Lars!

- Ding, ding, ding, ding.

- A handsome numbskull.

- He's with you?

- For now.

- He's waiting to see how much I get in the will,

before he commits.

- A man has to look after his own interests.

- Tell him I approve of his pragmatism.

- Yeah. He gives good pragmatism.

- I was hoping to make a surprise visit,

but I think I'm lost.

Where are you?

- Off Gardner, the white cabin.

- Just be a sec.

- Fiona's on her way.

- Uh, you still owe me a blowjob.

- A little busy.

- Quick handjob?

- Is that all you ever think about?

- No, I also think about food. When are we having lunch?

- I'll make you a sandwich,

if you can jerk yourself off.

- Deal.

- We're doing this? - Do you love me?

- I worship you.

- Yet, you still have doubts.

- Why don't I love them?

- You love them for what they can offer you.

- Remind me.

- Perfect life.

All the riches you've dreamt off.

- Why this way?

- To rise higher than normal mortals,

one must offer a gift of equal consequence.

It's always been this way.

- Are you the devil?

- Then that would make you

a devil worshiper.

Wouldn't it?

This is important.

Keep a record.

A day of beginnings

and endings.

A cycle of life fulfilled and promised!

Incarnate, we live.

Flesh through flesh, we live our lives,

a thousand times over!

- Our savior immortalizes all that she touches.

- Genius of reincarnation.

- Transcendental mother.

- Transcendental mother.

- Feed the mother.

- Feed the mother!

- Live forever!

- Live forever!

- Nice wheels.

- It's Dad's. Found it at the cabin.

- Already appropriating the assets, I see.

- Do you want to split custody?

- You keep the bike. I'll take the Mercedes.

- You really want that gas guzzler?

- You don't? - God, no, I hate driving.

Ruins the planet.

- Says she who took a plane

halfway around the globe to be here.

- I'm a complicated lady!

- You've got something on your face.

- Oh, right. I always forget.

- What is it?

- Therapy.

A video diary.

- How's it going?

- So far, lots of footage of ponies.

- They'll give you a swift kick up the ass,

if you're not careful.

- Probably just what I need, actually.

- Are you okay?

- Do you care?

- I don't know yet.

How long are you staying? - Not long.

They've really stuck you out in the middle of nowhere.

- It's a sore point.

- At least you've got company.

- There's only so much eating and fucking I can handle.

- Isn't that what honeymoons are for?

- Watch your mouth. - What?

- No one's even thinking about marriage around here.

- It'll be good for you!

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Funerals and weddings go together.

- Oh, you mean no need to book a second priest?

- You can wear the same shirt.

- Oh, it's all about convenience, really.

- Fuck romance.

Can I charge my camera inside?

- Okay. Come in.

- It's not bad.

- Here's one. - Oh.

- Does it do any good?

- Think so. Have you tried it?

- Mm, too self-indulgent.

- I thought the same at first. - Not anymore?

- Now I treat it like I'm seeing a hooker.

Pay by the hour, relieve my anxieties.

No kissing on the mouth.

- You loved him.

- I'm afraid so.

- You've had so many loves. Anyone would be envious.

- They fade away.

Become dreams of faces and bodies.

Even the names get lost, eventually.

I have no reason to believe Paul will be any different.

- Have you been to Dad's?

- I only got as far as the garage.

Have you been there yet?

- I couldn't go in. Do you know what I mean?

- Maybe.

- I've been having dreams since I came here.

About the house. - I can barely remember it.

- Mom. Jessie.

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- Do you remember the basement?

- Oh, I hated it.

You told me there were monsters down there.

- You believed me. - You were very convincing.

- You were very gullible!

- Then I guess you were only average convincing.

You were a real jerk about that, actually.

- 10 milliliters of dust exactly.

- Fingers?

- And toes, as you requested.

- With these extremities,

we graze the bottom of heaven,

and tickle the top of hell.

Are you ready?

Rex, you've been a good student.

Now it's time for you to show us what you can do.

- I'm ready.

- You've always been my favorite.

Soon, we'll make a new family.

It's what you want?

- It's what I've always wanted.

- Cory must finish off the family blood,

for my rebirth to begin.

- Fiona has returned.

- Good.

Cory must finish what he began.

- I'll see to it.

- If you don't,

I will die.

You will have nothing!

Do you understand?

Cory's efforts gave your father and me an enchanted life.

Now it's your turn.

With me.

A new life, now that the old one is complete.

Don't let them stand in your way.

- The change begins.

- Tell me what you remember.

- I don't know. It was a lifetime ago.

- It's important. - For what?

- Humor me. What do you remember?

- Um...

Mom was always sick. Dad was always gone.

- What else? - What do you want me to say?

- What do you remember about Jessie?

- Um, she was sensitive.

Sad. She cried a lot.

I remember Mom used to put her on her lap at night.

Rub her cheeks, sing to her.

- Ashes to ashes.

Dust

to dust.

Broth of bone to multiply the soul.

The death of the old family

will make you whole.

Take it to her. It will move quickly now.

- And what happened?

Wasn't it strange how they were erased?

- The accident.

- I've had strange feelings since Dad's funeral.

Memories from that time I've never had before. Have you?

- I remember- - What?

- I don't know.

I don't know!

Why are you going through all this?

- I think it's a lie.

- Enough!

Who the hell are you to me?

You left us a long time ago, Fiona,

and now you're sniffing around Dad's inheritance?

Why should I listen to you about anything?

- That has nothing to do with it!

- Oh, bullshit!

Would we even be talking right now, if Dad was still alive?

He was an asshole, but so were you.

- That's not fair.

- One day, you were there. The next, you weren't.

No fair.

- I've apologized.

- I don't care.

I don't care anymore. It doesn't change anything!

- Sure. Fine!

But I think there's something going on now

that affects us both!

- I think you should go.

- I'm sorry.

- I don't care.

- You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

Something's wrong.

Something's coming!

- Good thing you're in therapy.

You can have a nice chat with your video diary about it.

- See you at the wake!

- The blood of the mother.

Body of the mother.

The blood of the mother.

The body of the mother.

The body of the mother.

Bound for good.

- The final cast.

Your day at last.

The cycle repeats.

New blood.

The final blood.

Yours for good.

- Bound for good.

Remember?

- Mm! - Hm.

Guess I owe you a handjob.

- At least.

Get on that sofa.

Leave it!

You have barely seen her in 20 years.

Now you suddenly can't get enough of her.

- Oh, damn it!

- Fine.

- That's good.

Sorry.

- What were you talking about?

- Ancient history.

Nothing.

- When are we going to your dad's?

- I don't know.

- Have you been there lately? - Not since I was a kid.

- How come?

- I don't know. We just stopped going.

I kind of forgot about it.

Gives me a bad feeling now.

- Pamela?

- Before that. Mom, Jessie.

I don't know. It's a blur.

I used to have nightmares about it.

- Some places have bad mojo.

- Oh, yeah?

- Place across the road from where I grew up is like that.

- Bad mojo? - Yeah.

Yeah, the family who lived there were murdered in it.

I could barely walk past it afterwards.

Even in the daytime.

Yeah, it got serious. I, uh, refused to go to school.

Even leave the house.

Mama started to give me these little objects to hold onto.

She'd call them talismans, to stop me from being scared.

And sometimes, it was a little stone or a crone, a coin.

She put it in my hand, look into my eyes and say,

"Hold tight, hold safe."

I kept it in my pocket all week,

until she replaced it with the next one.

- I guess it worked. - Yeah.

Every month after that, she gave me a new one to replace it.

No matter where I was in the world,

she would find a way to mail it to me.

Every month, until she died.

- I didn't know you were so sentimental.

- Uh, you mean superstitious.

- Why did you call me? - When?

- You know.

- I don't know.

I missed you.

- Why did you wait until I was seeing Kieran?

- You want me to say I was jealous?

- He hates me.

- You cared for him? - Of course.

- And do you care for me?

- I'm still deciding.

- You are very naughty.

- It's a new feeling for me, guilt.

I don't like it.

- Well, glad I called, though?

- I just wish you'd have done it sooner.

Fiona?

Fiona!

Oh, my God!

- What? What is it?

- Look. - Oh, my God.

Wait. Is that Fiona?

- What's the number for emergency?

- What, are you phoning the police?

- I don't know.

- Well, it's 999, I think.

- Okay.

- Emergency. Which service?

- I don't know. Uh...

- What is the nature of the emergency?

- She, my sister, she's, uh, she's bleeding from her head.

- Is she breathing? - I don't know.

Hello?

- What did you do?

- What? Nothing.

- How did the blood get there?

- I, I don't know!

Someone sent, sent a picture. There was...

There's blood on her face.

- You said your sister is bleeding in the woods,

and you hit her?

- No.

Hello?

- It's perfectly understandable.

What has she done to deserve a penny of your father's money?

- Who is this?

- She can disown her family,

and then come crawling back when it suits her?

You did what you had to do.

No one blames you.

- Where is she?

- Somewhere around here, I think.

- But where exactly?

- The trees don't exactly have postcodes.

God, I hate nature.

O, God. My phone's dead.

Where is your phone? - Well, I left it at home.

Quality time together, remember?

- Ah, brilliant.

Too much to ask for a landline, I guess?

- I don't think people use landlines anymore.

- Do you have anything helpful to contribute?

I'll go look myself. She can't be far, right?

Where are the car keys?

Lars?

Lars, hello?

The car keys? Where are they?

- Yeah?

- Have you seen them?

Will you help me look?

- Where are you going? - For help.

- But it's getting dark. - So?

- Well, you might get lost.

- I'm sure I can manage a country road at night.

I'm not completely useless, you know.

- For fuck sake!

What's wrong with your car?

Lars?

Do you know what you're looking for?

Lars!

- Oh, I'm hopeless.

- Shit!

I should've just stayed there at Dad's place.

- I'm not sure Pamela would've liked that.

- Fuck Pamela.

It's not hers.

- She certainly made herself at home.

That's what you said, isn't it?

- Cory?

Cory.

- What's happening?

- We need to talk about the inheritance.

- Like your sister.

- Just like your sister.

- Ungrateful little shit. - Ungrateful little shit.

- Who the hell do you think you are?

- Who the hell do you think you are, showing up here?

- You didn't love him.

- Where were you when his shit needed cleaning up?

- When he pissed himself to sleep, every night.

- When he couldn't lift a fork to feed himself.

Wipe his own ass. Remember his own name.

- You can't just run away-

- You can't just run away from your family.

- Cory.

Cory.

Cory.

- You're ready for the real thing now.

Time to wake up.

Dear boy.

What a delicious monster you've become.

We are very, very proud.

- Fiona?

Listen.

It's nothing personal.

I don't want to hurt you. It's just how things are.

I thought you'd be dead already.

Frankly, all this physical effort?

It's not what I signed up for.

God, how I envied you and Cory.

Perfect family, money, anything you wanted.

I used to read about you in the papers.

Who knew?

Who knew what monsters they'd become?

You felt it, didn't you? A blackness, welling up.

Consuming what was left of their goodness.

And Pamela.

How scared you must have been, living with those devils!

- How do you know?

- I'm part of this family. Why shouldn't I?

- Pamela.

- You never believed in us.

Why do you think she let you leave?

You were a cancer.

The disease of the system.

We believe in a pure ideal.

It nourishes us. Gives us infinity.

- No.

- But blood is blood, I guess. I have to wait my turn.

- You're killers.

- I just hope I've done enough.

What a shame it would be, all of this time, this effort,

to be denied my place.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm finally getting the family I deserve.

Just a few more sacrifices.

- Where is Pamela?

- She's nearly ready.

Nearly ready.

- Where?

- Everywhere.

- Pamela?

- The mother.

It's so much better

to believe, Fiona.

- Mom?

- Yes, honey.

- I'm scared.

- Mommy is very proud of you.

- You're doing a great thing, sweetie.

- I'm scared, Daddy.

- Remember what I told you about fear.

If you're not afraid, you're not alive.

We need you full of life right now, sweetie.

- No, no.

No!

No! Let go!

Get off me!

Get off!

Stop!

Please.

Please!

Please!

Stop!

Stop it!

No! No!

Get off!

Let go!

- That's it! Scream and shout!

- God, no! Stop!

- It'll be done!

- Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God.

- What have we done?

Pamela!

Make him stop!

- Good boy, Cory. Once more.

- Fiona!

Fiona! - It's Rex!

He's gone mad!

- Kneel before Mother.

Her body.

- Mama.

- Don't

bring him

back

alive.

- Cory.

- You're out of your depth, Lars.

- What have I done?

What...

What is this?

- Are you sorry you called?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

- There was never any real potential for us.

I can see that now.

- Oh, my God.

What have we done?

- What any good mother would have done.

You have a remarkable gift in Cory.

Can't you see that?

You must nurture his gift.

- We are monsters.

- And Cory is the best of us.

- You witch!

- You're kidding, right?

- Paul.

Oh, my God. Paul, what have we done?

Paul.

- Pamela and I have been talking.

It's just...

It's just what's best for the family.

You've been so good to me.

This life.

These kids.

So good.

But don't you think it could be so much more?

You believe, don't you?

- Why did let you in?

What sort of spirit would allow this?

What're you doing?

Cory!

- You knew?

- I thought it was a dream.

- Is that why you left us?

You were afraid?

- Yeah.

- Of me?

- Mother?

- Every day, they told me I was a devil.

They poured it in like liquid heroin, every night,

before I went to sleep.

"You are the one", they said.

Mom, Dad, Pamela.

It felt like love.

For all I know, it was love.

- We have to leave.

- And go where?

Money in the bank.

House in the country.

Name in the papers. You think these things just happen?

They take sacrifice.

That's what I offered Pamela.

That's what it takes!

A couple of lives for a lifetime of wealth. Wouldn't you?

If you want a life, you have to make one.

- That's evil.

- You're just angry you didn't stick around

long enough to share our good fortune.

This is my life.

I'm sorry you left us, Fiona.

I could have used a big sister to talk to.

Being a devil is pretty lonely.

- You're sick.

- I was a kid.

- So was Jessie!

And Mama!

- It was for the best.

- How can you say that?

- That's what they told me.

- Is that what you believe?

- Does that matter?

You think I had a choice?

Maybe it was fate.

- Do you know what you are?

- Not yet.

Do you wanna find out with me?

Very well, then.

Pamela.

How could I forget?

- The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

- Welcome home.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last, the first.

The death, the birth, the last.

- The first!

The last!

The death! The birth!

Wake up!

We need you full of life!

Pain is the key.

It proves our mortality!

Death of the last

confirms our totality!

- You came for the inheritance?

Mother.

- Oh, Cory fulfilled his destiny!

- The circle is complete! - The circle is complete!

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday, Jessie and Cory ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday, Jessie and Cory ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday, Jessie and Cory ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday ♪

♪ Happy, happy birthday, Jessie and Cory ♪