Haunt (2019) Movie Script
1
(DRILL WHIRRING)
(METAL CLATTERING)
(INSECTS BUZZING)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(ENGINE IDLING)
(ENGINE REVS)
Harper?!
(MUFFLED)
Are you fucking kidding me?
This dude is so crazy!
MALLORY: [MUFFLED] I don't
understand why they're acting
like this is not a problem.
I mean, it's bullshit.
He's a complete asshole to her.
She deserves so much better.
She doesn't want a stalker.
She already has a stalker.
Aaah! No! Aah!
Johnny! Help me!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Yeah?
Hey.
Did your boyfriend just
throw a pumpkin at our door?
(SCOFFS) What?
That's not something he'd do.
No, no, no. That's bullshit.
Bailey.
No, you are breaking up
with this bitch tonight, okay?
Don't!
Bailey, stop!
Everything's fine.
He's an alcoholic, Harper.
You want to know how I can tell?
Because he's an alcoholic.
Look, all I'm saying is that
I came into your room last night
to steal some jewelry
for my Halloween costume,
and you were passed out.
Careful. That's my mom's.
Harper, you had a bruise
on your face.
(SIGHS)
Do you see a bruise?
There's minor swelling,
indicating a contusion
on the orbital plate.
You should come out
with us, though...
Get your mind off
of the boyfriend drama.
I don't have a costume.
It would be weird.
It's Halloween.
Weird is good.
Then he grabbed me!
He grabbed me,
and he ripped at me!
He held me, and he ripped
at my clothes!
MAN: Just calm down.
Oh! I screamed, "Johnny!
Johnny, help me!"
Delish!
What kind of hooch
are we bootleggin'?
Spider vodka.
Fuck off. No, really.
It's from Thailand.
They put a ceremonial spider
in every bottle.
You don't want to touch it?
Nope. I know it's Halloween.
I'm not doing that.
Seriously? You're still
afraid of spiders?
Yeah.
Ladies, say, "Happy Ho-lloween!"
WOMEN: Happy Ho-lloween!
Oh, my God. Nathan!
Nathan!
Hey. What's up?
How are you?
Surprised you found me.
This place is crazy.
Oh, my gosh.
Ty Hoffman!
Bitch, what's up? How are you?
Hey.
Hey.
Did you need something?
What?
Oh. You were just
talking to my friend,
and then you waved me over.
Oh. No, I'm sorry.
I was motioning
for another drink.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
(CHUCKLES) I'm so sorry. Uh...
No, it's cool. So, wait.
Do you... Do you know Bailey?
Yeah. Yeah,
we met freshman year.
Are you one of her
yoga students?
No. No?
I'm her roommate... Harper.
Oh, yeah, no. Yeah.
I've totally heard about you.
Oh, yeah? What'd you hear?
(EXPLOSION)
- Happy Halloween!
- Happy Halloween!
That scare you? Yes.
Yeah, well, um, I'm surprised
we haven't met before.
I don't get out much.
I don't really
get out much, either.
Someone literally reminded me
it was Halloween
like 15 minutes ago,
so I just rolled out of bed
and grabbed my lucky bat.
I kind of hate these things.
Yeah, well, at least
you have a costume.
What are you talking about?
You have a costume.
If... If you don't mind,
you can do that and...
Boom, look...
Little Red Riding Hood.
- Bullshit!
- Evan.
I'm sick of this shit!
What the fuck
are you doing, dude?
I'm so sorry about that.
Fuck this shit show.
What the fuck are you
supposed to be, anyways?
What do you mean, what the fuck
am I supposed to be?
I'm the front half
of a human centipede.
The other two dudes just bailed,
so now I'm walking around,
looking like a fucking jackass.
Oh, now you look like a jackass?
Did they bail 'cause they didn't
want to eat ass all night?
No. (CELLPHONE CHIMES)
They probably bailed
'cause this bar sucks dick.
I think they were just fucking
with you, dude.
Oberhaus and K.C. are
right over there
with the rest of the team.
Motherfuckers.
No one wants to be the ass end
of a human centipede.
(DOOR CREAKING)
(METAL CLANKS)
Hey.
Saw you headed towards the exit.
I was getting worried you left.
The team awarded me
worst costume.
Figured I'd share it with the runner-up.
(LAUGHS)
I didn't know you were
still on the team.
Took a wild pitch
to the face last season.
Shattered my cheekbone
in three places.
Now I'm riding the bench.
Well, you can't really tell.
What about you?
What?
Nothing scary ever
happened to you?
I mean, Halloween, right?
Scary stories,
that's what you do...
Tell each other scary stories.
Uh...
like, wh-what, about my life?
Yeah. Nothing scary
ever happened to you?
(SCOFFS) I-I don't know.
I mean, I-I had a really
great childhood.
Um, have a great relationship
with my parents.
Well, I had a great
relationship with them.
I don't talk to
my parents much, either.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)
I think I should go.
I think you should stay.
MALLORY: Wait.
Where are we going next?
The haunted corn maze is open late.
ANGELA: No.
Yes! I know the cast!
No, that place is a breeding
ground for parasites.
My cousin Kim...
She's a health inspector,
and she gave it a "D."
BAILEY: Why don't we, uh, hit up
the food trucks on campus,
Netflix a scary movie, yeah?
- Dude, I could eat.
- I'm hungry, too.
Yo, yo, yo, guys, guys, guys!
Or...
we could go to
an extreme haunted house.
- Yes.
- Haunted house.
- Yes.
- No!
- I don't want to do that.
- Let's do it.
Well, there's at least
five haunts in the area.
Somebody pick so we can call
this shit a night.
There we go.
Wait. Evan, what are you doing?
I'm paying my tuition.
Hey, guys, water? Anybody?
- Yes.
- Yes, yes, yes.
Got mints here.
- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.
What is this?
Uh, that would be Dasani, flat,
and Altoids cinnamons.
Yeah, no. If you think we're
actually gonna pay you
to drive us to a haunted house
that you wanted to go to...
I'm a professional
in the rideshare business.
I can't just give you a free
ride because you're my buddies.
Oh, well. It's not fair
to the paying customers.
I'm all about fairness.
Always have been.
You have to be.
5-star-rated, baby!
I'm glad you understand.
What are you doing?
No! Hey! What the fuck, dude?!
Okay, guys.
There's a Jaycees
that's just past the mill.
We are not going to Jaycees. No.
We just do it a lot. That's all.
Too much settling.
Okay. Just find one.
(LAUGHS)
I'll find another one.
Hey, Evan,
can you turn up there?
- Huh?
- Turn up there.
EVAN: Yeah.
NATHAN: Whoa, wait.
Where are we going?
Yeah, Harper,
where are we going?
Is someone following us?
MALLORY: Isn't there a haunted
house at the hospital tonight?
ANGELA: Yeah, there is, but
I really don't want to show
my face there with my grades
looking the way they are.
BAILEY: Evan, what's going on?
EVAN: Harper thinks
we're being stalked.
HARPER: No, it's just...
did anyone see that truck
follow us back from the bar?
This cannot be ignored.
(LAUGHS)
ANGELA: Oh, this looks like
the haunt from Evan's flyer.
Evan, if this sucks,
it's on you.
Guys, I love you all,
but I'm over it.
I got to fix my car
in the morning.
MALLORY: Fuck your car!
This is the bee's knees!
Guys, there's only
one review on Yelp.
Oh, but it says the proceeds go
to Red Cross, so that's cool.
You know what? I'm with Bailey.
I think it's getting
kind of late.
We should probably just...
Harper, you promised
to have a fun night.
(SIGHS)
I hate it when I make promises.
- Oh, my head!
- Where's Evan?
Wait. Hold up.
- Thanks.
- Evan!
EVAN: I'm comin' for ya.
I'm comin' for ya.
Rah!
BAILEY: Oh.
- Yazzah?
- Yazzah!
Ooh, Evan's afraid of clowns.
- Oh, hello, clown!
- Hello.
EVAN: Hello, Mr. Clown.
(LAUGHS)
Can we have six tickets, please?
No? Okay. (LAUGHS)
- That's a good try.
- Excuse me.
We'd like to enter your
shady-ass establishment, please.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Okay.
- Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho.
This is scary.
Okay. Bailey, after you?
This is a Bailey job.
Okay. It's obviously
not in that hand.
(WHISPERS)
Pick the other hand.
(CHUCKLES)
- Ooh.
- It's a key. It's a key.
Five stars for this place
with the creepy-ass clown
doing shitty-ass magic.
(LAUGHTER)
EVAN: So, like, do you do
birthdays and shit, too?
Is this like a seasonal gig
for you?
I got a niece who loves
scary fucking clowns,
so I'm looking to acquire
your services.
I'll get a card before we leave.
You can pull it out of
wherever you want to.
- What is it?
- Liability waiver.
It says, "Haunted house rules."
Rule number one... stay on
the marked path at all times.
"Rule number two...
Never touch the actors."
No promises.
"Rule number three..."
You will be prompted
to do certain actions.
Please do exactly
as you are told.
This is for your safety.
Rule number four...
All cellphones
must be surrendered
to the lock box before entering.
You may keep the lock box key
"until you return
from the attraction."
Are you kidding me? What?
No, I just think that's probably
gonna be the scariest part for you...
Not having your phone on you
at all times.
Guys, we're basically signing
our lives away to this thing.
- I don't think it's...
- Yes!
(WOMAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)
Yes. Yes. We're doing this. Yes.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
(CREEPY LAUGHTER)
All righty. Let's go.
(DISTANT LAUGHTER)
Okay. (LAUGHTER)
- Ooh.
- This is a little... lame.
Yeah. Okay.
Is this supposed to be scary?
The only thing that would
scare Bailey
is if they defunded
Planned Parenthood.
Am I right?
Aah!
Ha, ha, ha. Ho, ho.
Oh, that's what you get.
ANGELA: Uh-oh. I feel like
that's not a good idea.
(LAUGHTER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Whoa!
Wow! This is awesome.
It's getting better.
(BANGS) (GROANS)
NATHAN: (LAUGHS)
- There's a wall.
- Yeah, no, I found it.
- I found the wall.
- Yeah.
Yo, guys, guys, guys, guys.
Oh, that's a real guy.
- Oh, definitely.
- Oh, yeah.
BAILEY: Oh, my God.
(WOMAN BREATHING SHAKILY)
What?
Somebody! Somebody help me!
Help me, please!
Somebody help me!
Please help me!
I don't want to die!
Please, please! Just let me go!
I promise! I promise
I won't tell anybody!
Please! Please, please, please!
(SCREAMS)
Holy shit! Holy shit!
Oh, my God.
- Oh, that was so good.
- That was so good.
(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)
- Oh-ho-ho-ho.
- Yeah, nope.
You're going first.
You are going first. Yep.
- That's some sick-ass shit.
- That was crazy.
(WOMAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)
- Oh.
- "Bye."
MALLORY: Ooh.
Safe or not safe?
- I got dibs on not safe.
- Not safe!
- Of course.
- Okay.
Well, then, we will go this way.
You guys can go that way.
Oh, no.
(LAUGHS)
(MAN SCREAMS DISTANTLY)
- I fucking hate spiders!
- Go.
- Come on.
- No.
Come on.
Watch your head.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
- What is that?
- Oh, my God.
- What the heck?
- No, no, no!
- Aah!
Oh, shit. There's, like,
real spiders in here.
MALLORY: Oh, my God.
HARPER: You guys.
Guys.
Look.
Nice.
Wait, Nathan.
What is that? I don't know.
Oh. No way. Way to go, guys.
Way to wait till the last minute
to paint the walls.
No, this isn't paint.
This is oil.
Yeah. That's weird.
Why'd they put oil on the walls?
- Maybe it's cheaper.
- Oil's not cheaper than paint.
My cousin Hasib...
He's a petroleum engineer.
(COFFIN CREAKS)
EVAN: Okay.
Where are we supposed to go?
MALLORY: Maybe it's a puzzle?
That's weird.
I don't know.
(RUMBLING)
Did you hear that?
It sounded like a door.
How do we open it?
It must only open
if the coffin's closed.
(RUMBLING)
Well, I guess there's only
one way to find out.
If I don't return,
speak highly of me.
(SCOFFS)
(RUMBLING)
(MUFFLED) Yo, guys!
It worked!
(SIGHS)
I really don't like
small spaces.
Then just get it over with,
sweet cheeks.
(RUMBLING)
(MUFFLED)
Mallory, I'm through!
Okay.
Coming.
Guys?
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Guys, it's not...
(DOOR SLIDES)
Oh. No! No!
Oh, my God! Spiders!
EVAN: Hold on! It's gonna open.
Oh, my God!
I had spiders all over! Mallory.
Mallory, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look, look right here.
"Skeletons, masks, spiders."
Cheap motherfuckers bought
this shit at Party City
like two days ago.
Look. It's fake.
Fuck spiders.
Nope.
I'm not going in there.
MAN: This way.
Who's first?
Look at my face!
This is trippy.
Angela, look at this.
This is amazing.
Whoaaa.
That's so weird!
Huh. There's no gap
between the reflection.
- So?
- It's a two-way mirror.
My cousin Summer...
She's a criminal psychiatrist.
Cool.
HARPER: I said I didn't want
to go in the tunnel.
EVAN: Yeah? Well, Harper, you
should have thought about that
before you got into a tunnel.
Oh, shit. Okay.
Uh, this way's a dead end,
so we got to go back.
Are you kidding? It is way
too tight to turn around.
You're just drunk. Come on.
Shuffle backwards.
We'll find a different way.
I'm gonna have so many splinters
when I get home.
Oh, guys, guys, I found it!
Stay close!
What the fuck does that mean?
It means stay close.
Okay. I'm following.
We're following.
Hey, guys, this way!
(RUMBLING)
What was that?
(CREAKING)
Who's there?
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
Wait. Where's Mallory?
- Come on.
- Go ahead.
Pussies.
Oh, my God! Get it off me!
BAILEY: What is it? Brains!
Are you serious? Knew it.
Eww. Knew it.
Okay.
All right. All right.
All right. All right.
This is stressing me out.
It's not that bad. Okay.
Feels... small...
uh, round...
Ooh. Smooth.
It sounds like you're describing
Evan's scrotum.
That makes sense,
since we have a...
grape.
Do not... Ew!
Let's go.
Okay.
Fine.
I don't... Am I supposed
to be feeling something?
Uh... Push your arm further in.
Yeah, I'm not... This is...
This is not working.
Oh. Let's see.
Okay. No. I give up.
Nothing?
Fuck. My ring.
What ring?
Are you sure you had it on?
Yes, I'm positive.
It was Harper's mother's ring.
She's gonna kill me. Great.
Wait. I think I got it.
You got it?
(RING CLATTERS)
Oh, no. Damn it!
Oh, shit! No! Damn it!
All right. No. I lost it.
We got to get it.
It's important to her.
We're gonna get it.
We're gonna get it.
Let's, um... All right. Find me.
Do you feel it? Mnh-mnh.
All right.
Let's see if we can find it.
- What?
- What the fuck was that?
- Did you feel that?
- No.
Something just fucking
touched me.
Can you not...
No. Something touched me.
Feel anything?
Someone's back there.
Listen.
(BANGS)
Ugh! Ohh!
(SCREAMS)
Oh, God! Oh, no!
Seriously, Nathan, get me
the fuck out of here!
Something's got me!
Ow, my arm! Ow!
ANGELA: Bailey?
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!
Mallory!
Can you hear us?
Hey! Follow our voices.
(CREAKING)
Hey, I hear something.
Mal?
(CREAKING, SHUFFLING)
Hey. Um...
Our friend is still in there.
I think he wants us
to keep going.
Okay.
(LOUD BANG, LOCKS CLATTERING)
(CLATTERING CONTINUES)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
(SPEAKERS CRACKLE,
REVVING STOPS)
Nice.
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
I'll go first.
Sure.
(CHAINSAW IDLING)
(GRUNTS)
Excuse me. (CHAINSAW REVS)
Have you seen our friend?
She's wearing a yellow dress.
Okay.
Okay. Okay.
Whoa! Ohh! Oh-ho-ho!
Okay. All right.
All right. Okay.
Okay. Come on. I get it.
All right.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Get the fuck outta
my safe space, bro.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Probably shouldn't have pushed him.
Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait!
Guys, don't close the door!
- Shit!
- Fuck!
Oh, shit. Bailey, what the
fuck happened to your arm?
BAILEY: It's okay. It doesn't...
- Doesn't hurt anymore.
- What's going on?
Guys, where's, um...
Where's Mallory?
Are we trapped?
Um... hello.
Hey. Hey. Excuse me.
Hey, excuse me.
Our friend is hurt in here,
and we need your help.
Hey, excuse me. We... We...
We have someone hurt in here.
EVAN: Excuse me, ma'am?
- Hey.
- Ma'am?
Hey, ma'am, please,
we actually need your help.
Someone's fucking around here.
- Mallory?
- What's going on?
- Mallory, what are you doing?
- Mallory!
- Mallory!
- Mal!
Mallory, wake up!
Mallory, wake up!
Oh, my God!
Is she just acting?
Oh, my God.
What's happening?
What's happening?
(DOOR CREAKS)
- I want to go.
- Okay.
We need, um... We need a phone.
They're all in
the fucking lock box.
Oh. We need... We need...
We need the key.
Who has the key?
Please tell me Mallory
didn't have the fucking key.
BAILEY: Nathan.
Thank you, Bailey.
EVAN: Hey, what are we gonna do?
We get to the lock box,
and we get our phones.
We can't go back
the same way we came.
I saw an exit.
Where?
Back that way.
What kind of exit?
Like an emergency exit.
Come here.
Hey, buddy, can you...
Can you do this?
Can you get that?
Um, yeah. I-I... Hairpins.
Hair... An-Angela.
Okay. We have three.
We have three.
Come on. Come on.
It's a two-way lock.
What happened to
"I can lock-pick anything"?
Yeah, I meant like anything
like a locker.
I'm an equipment manager.
I'm not Robert De Niro
from "Heat."
Okay. Hey, we just need you
to get through
the fucking lock, okay?
All right. Um...
So, what if we just went
a little bit further?
No, dude. No, listen. Listen.
I don't mean all of us.
You know, just you and me.
We go a little bit further,
and, uh, you know,
we find something like a...
Like a crowbar, you know,
so we can break off the hinges.
Okay. Fuck. I'll go.
I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna go. Just...
Just... Okay.
(AIR HISSING)
(KEY CLICKS)
(HISSING CONTINUES)
They have everything...
Our addresses,
our parents' names.
(FENCE RATTLING)
Evan?
Evan, what are you doing?
She's gone.
There must be, like, a trap door
on the other side or something.
No, just leave it.
You don't want to piss them off.
One sec.
Evan, don't.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Come here.
Come here.
Okay.
Can you reach your arm
through the fence?
What?
There's a metal poker thing
right there.
My arm's too big.
I can't reach it.
So what?
So we can use it to break
the hinges off the door.
Come on.
Okay. Come on.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
(CLICK, HISSING)
(CREAKING)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
(CLATTERS)
NATHAN: Hey!
Hey, please!
Somebody's hurt back here!
Hey!
Hey!
(LIGHTS BUZZ)
You say you need help?
Yeah.
NATHAN: Hold on.
I told all my friends
I would come right back.
They're right...
Right back there,
in, um, the room with the fence.
So, do you think you could
come back with me?
Let me get something.
BAILEY: I'm really sorry,
Harper.
For what?
I lost your mom's ring.
I was reaching through, and I
lost it in the haunted house.
It's okay.
I grew up in a haunted house.
I loved that house. (CHUCKLES)
I hated it at the same time.
It's where my dad
would read to me...
where he taught me
how to ride a bike.
It's where he hurt my mom.
I would go upstairs to my room,
and I would hide under the bed.
And one day,
while I was hiding, he...
threw my mom across the floor
like it was nothing, like...
that's how it's supposed to be.
I haven't been home
in four years.
But I have
this recurring dream where...
I go back
and knock at the door...
terrified that my dad's
gonna answer.
But my mom comes out.
She tells me he's gone forever.
(CHUCKLES)
She tells me the house
isn't haunted anymore.
(FENCE RATTLING)
EVAN: Come on. You almost
got it. You almost got it.
Oh. I have to take a break.
Okay. It's right there.
It's right there. Okay.
Okay. You good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right.
I have to get my shoulder.
There. There.
All right. A little to the left.
A little bit to the left.
Okay. You're right there.
It's right there.
I feel like my cousin Elina.
She's a proctologist.
How many fucking cousins
do you have?
Okay.
Almost got it.
Got it. I got it.
Okay. Okay.
Com on. You're almost there.
(CRUNCHES) (SCREAMS)
My hand!
What's going on?
Holy shit. Is she bleeding?
NATHAN: Angela?
What happened to your hand?
Oh, we got to get her out.
Yeah, what the fuck's
it look like I'm doing?
I have keys, man.
Where?
I'm sorry, girls. This...
This isn't supposed to happen.
Hey, look, man, we just
want to go, okay?
I don't need to talk
to your manager.
None of us do.
We haven't seen anything.
Nothing happened.
We just want to leave.
We're gonna get out.
Watch out.
The exit was this way.
Over here.
Fuck! I fucking knew it!
Read the door, idiot.
GHOST: That makes sense.
I didn't remember there being
an exit there. (CHUCKLES)
So, why wouldn't
you say something?!
Why don't we just crawl back
through the tunnel?
Well, if you want to, but you
can only go one at a time.
There's a trap door
in the tunnel
that gets triggered if there's
too many people in there.
NATHAN: Okay, why is there
a trap door in your tunnel?
We use it to capture people
and put them on the show.
There's this whole thing
with a witch...
Yeah. We know about
your fucking show.
One of our friends is dead
because of your fucking show.
(CHUCKLING) She's not dead.
She's outside waiting
on you guys,
probably wondering
what's going on.
What?
Look, we're a little
extreme here,
but safety is a huge priority.
Don't you talk to me
about fucking safety.
Don't you talk to me
about fucking safety!
What's your name?
What's your fucking name?!
Sir, my name's Harper, okay?
We really appreciate your help,
but could you please
just tell us who you are?
You can call me "Mitch."
Thanks, Mitch.
What's your last name, Mitch?
Okay, Mitch.
I think we would feel a lot
more fucking comfortable
if you took off
that fucking mask...
EVAN: Yeah, lose the mask.
And you told us
what your real name was.
I don't care which way you go,
but you're almost
at the end of the haunted house.
It's probably farther
if you go backwards.
Yeah, I think we made it
pretty clear, Mitch.
We don't want to go that way.
'Kay. Wait, wait, wait.
Why don't we just,
one at a time,
go back through the tunnel?
You really want to
go back in there?
I just want to get out of here.
Okay. All right.
Here's the plan.
I sort of remember my way
around the maze.
I'll take the lock box key,
I'll go through,
I'll book it to the front,
I'll get our phones,
and I'll call for help.
Nate, let me get the key.
I dropped it.
Well, that is
just perfect, Nate.
Fuck the key.
I can pick the lock box.
All right, so, I'll go first.
Then we send Bitch through,
and he can just chill
on the other side
and wait for everyone else.
Then, Nate, you go.
Follow him with the poker,
you know, in case
Mitch here forgets
whose team he's on.
And then Bailey and Angela,
'cause they need the most help.
And last goes Harper.
One thing first.
I want your keys.
What key is it?
Yellow, obviously.
(BANGS ON WALL)
- (MUFFLED) I'm through!
- Okay, there it is.
Let's go. You're up.
Go.
Think, think, think,
think, think.
Um... safe or not safe?
Safe or not safe?
Okay.
Fuck!
Damn it.
Okay.
What's taking so fucking long?
(BANGS ON WALL)
MITCH: (MUFFLED) I'm here!
Finally.
(GRINDING)
(BANGING)
(DISTANT BANGING)
Fuck.
(CREAKING, RATTLING)
(CREAKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
No.
What the fuck?
Run.
No. We have to wait
for Nathan's signal.
- Nathan, hurry up!
- Run!
No! We have to wait or he's
gonna fall through the trap!
Run!
Run!
Don't go! Don't go!
No! No!
Get in there. Come on! Let's go!
Come on! You can do it!
Get in! Get in! Get in! Get in!
Oh, my God!
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
NATHAN: (DISTANTLY)
Who's there?
Nathan?
I'm at a dead end!
We have to go back!
No, which way?
Go... (THUD)
Nathan?
Nathan, are you there?
(DOORS CREAK)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(DOOR RATTLES)
What the fuck?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Where is it? Where is it?
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Where is everybody?
They're right behind me.
Where are our phones?
Someone's bringing 'em.
(GRUNTING)
(KEY SNAPS)
(PANTING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CRYING) Please.
Please. Please don't hurt me.
Please.
Please don't hurt me, Sam.
Who's Sam?
(CELLPHONE RINGS)
CLOWN: Hello?
SAM: Hey, man,
who the fuck is this?
Who're you trying to reach?
I'm trying to reach Harper.
This is her boyfriend, Sam.
Hello?
You're too late, Sam.
All right, listen,
you little fuckin...
(MICROWAVE BEEPING)
(CRACKLING, SPARKING)
Such a pretty mask.
Why don't we take it off...
and find out who you really are?
(CURTAIN REELS)
NATHAN: Run, Harper!
(YELLS)
Where is everybody?
They should have been
out by now.
Do you still want
to see my face?
What?
Do you still want
to see my face?
It's whatever, man. I'm fine.
Oh, why not?
I just want to go home.
2425 Lincoln Road?
What?
Because before, you said
you wanted to see my face,
and I was just wondering if
you still wanted to see it.
It's a bit of a work
in progress, but,
oh, I think you'll like it.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GLOPPING)
(REELING)
HARPER: Shit.
(PANTING)
(CLICKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(JINGLES)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR SLIDES)
(CAN CLATTERS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)
(CREAKING)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
(KNIVES JINGLING)
Hello?
Who's there?
Aaah!
Where are my friends?
Can you tell me where they are?
I just want to know if
my friends are still alive.
I just need to know...
and we're cool.
And I-I just...
(CELLPHONE CHIMES)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS, CRYING)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
(LIGHT SAWING)
(WHIMPERS, PANTING)
(SPLATS)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(SCRAPING ON FLOOR)
"Find the key to
escape the haunt."
(KEYS JINGLE)
Fuck.
Dolls?
"Something is hiding
under the bed."
(WHIMPERS)
(GEARS CRANK)
(MUSIC BOX PLAYS
"POP GOES THE WEASEL")
(CREAKS, MUSIC STOPS)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
(SOFTLY) No, no,
no, no, no, no.
(SCRAPING ON FLOOR)
(BANGS ON DOOR)
MAN: Harper,
where are you hiding?
(WHIMPERS)
Sweetie, look, uh...
Look, Mommy's fine.
Adults...
do stupid things sometimes.
Okay.
You never have to hide
from me, okay?
I'm sorry.
(RING CLATTERS)
BAILEY: Harper, tell me a story
about why you're sad.
Do you think I'm sad?
I grew up in a haunted house.
Come out.
Let's take off your mask.
No.
(GRUNTS) (SCREAMS)
(GEARS CLICKING)
Oh, fuck! (GROANING)
(GEARS CLICKING)
Come on.
(CLICKING STOPS)
("POP GOES THE WEASEL" PLAYS)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(SHOTGUN FIRES)
(GEARS CLICKING)
("POP GOES THE WEASEL" PLAYS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(GROANS) My eye!
Aah! My fucking eye!
(PANTING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(COUGHING)
(GROWLS)
(MUSIC RESUMES)
(TRIGGER CREAKS)
(GROWLING)
(GROANS)
(GUNSHOT)
(SHOTGUN COCKS)
(COUGHING)
(MUSIC RESUMES)
(GRUNTING)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GRUNTING)
(POWER WHIRS ON)
(PANTING)
(ENGINE REVS)
(CAR ALARM BLARES)
You ready?
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(MUFFLED WHIMPER)
(SOBS)
No. No, no.
(COUGHS)
Oh, Bailey.
(VOICE BREAKING)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(SOBBING)
(INDISTINCTLY MUTTERS)
They're coming for you.
They're coming for you.
They're coming for you!
Bailey.
No, no, no. (SOBS)
Bailey...
(CAR DOOR ALERT SOUNDING)
Hello?
Hey, uh, look,
I'm looking for somebody.
Hey, man, I said
I'm looking for s...
(GASPS)
(GROANS, COUGHS)
(HAMMER DRAGGING ON FLOOR)
(GRUNTS)
(COUGHS)
(GASPING)
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
(WHIMPERING, PANTING)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
(PANTING)
Harper.
Nathan?
Back up.
Someone's coming.
Nathan!
(CHAINSAW REVS)
(GRUNTS)
(CHAINSAW REVS)
(SHOTGUN COCKS)
(SCREAMS)
(MEN GRUNTING)
(SHOTGUN FIRES)
Come on.
(GRUNTING)
You still want to know my name?
(NATHAN COUGHING)
This way. This way.
(HUSHED) Harper.
Come on.
(PANTING)
(CLATTERS)
Look.
I didn't kill anyone, okay?
I-I was just helping out.
I'm sorry.
Look.
(MASK CLATTERS)
This is so fucked up.
They... They didn't tell me
it was gonna be real.
I thought, you know,
"Sure, we'll mess
with some kids,"
but then they started
killing them.
And then they said if...
If I killed someone,
that I would earn my face.
I'm just their errands guy,
you know?
I-I buy shit for them.
That's it.
We... We can go to the cops.
I don't... I don't know
their names, but one of them...
One of them
is a-a tattoo artist,
and the other one, he's...
NATHAN: (HUSHED) Hey,
hey, what are you doing?
It's fine, it's fine.
Look, you're making
too much noise.
It's fine.
I know where they hide a gun.
I don't care.
We don't need it. Let's go.
That's weird.
It used to be right he...
(GUNSHOT) (SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Think you're the only one
who's made it this far?
(DOOR CREAKING)
(YELLS)
NATHAN: Harper!
(CRUNCHES)
(PANTING)
Come on.
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(BOTH PANTING)
Keys.
Keys, keys.
Nathan.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go.
(PANTING)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(GASPING, PANTING) Okay. Okay.
(CAR DOOR ALERT SOUNDING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
(SOBS)
(MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)
(PANTING)
(BREATHING SLOWS)
NURSE: Hey, hon.
Sorry to bother you.
Your friend is doing just fine.
He's in the next room.
Just have a couple of release
forms I need you to sign.
(BRAKES SQUEAK)
("POP GOES THE WEASEL" PLAYS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(YELLS)
Fuck!
Aah!
(GROWLS)
Let's take off your mask.
(ACOUSTIC COVER OF ROB ZOMBIE'S
"DRAGULA" PLAYS)
Dead, I am the one,
exterminating son
Slipping through the trees,
strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky,
watching angels cry
While they slowly turn,
conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
I dig through the ditches,
burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Dead, I am the pool,
spreading from the fool
Weak and what you need,
nowhere as you bleed
And dead, I am the rat,
feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur,
dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Do it, baby, do it, baby
Do it, baby, do it, baby
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Yeah, do it, baby,
do it, baby
Do it, baby
Burn like an animal
Do it, baby, oh, do it, baby
Do it, baby
Burn like an animal
Do it, baby, do it, baby
Do it, baby
Burn like an animal
(DRILL WHIRRING)
(METAL CLATTERING)
(INSECTS BUZZING)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(ENGINE IDLING)
(ENGINE REVS)
Harper?!
(MUFFLED)
Are you fucking kidding me?
This dude is so crazy!
MALLORY: [MUFFLED] I don't
understand why they're acting
like this is not a problem.
I mean, it's bullshit.
He's a complete asshole to her.
She deserves so much better.
She doesn't want a stalker.
She already has a stalker.
Aaah! No! Aah!
Johnny! Help me!
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Yeah?
Hey.
Did your boyfriend just
throw a pumpkin at our door?
(SCOFFS) What?
That's not something he'd do.
No, no, no. That's bullshit.
Bailey.
No, you are breaking up
with this bitch tonight, okay?
Don't!
Bailey, stop!
Everything's fine.
He's an alcoholic, Harper.
You want to know how I can tell?
Because he's an alcoholic.
Look, all I'm saying is that
I came into your room last night
to steal some jewelry
for my Halloween costume,
and you were passed out.
Careful. That's my mom's.
Harper, you had a bruise
on your face.
(SIGHS)
Do you see a bruise?
There's minor swelling,
indicating a contusion
on the orbital plate.
You should come out
with us, though...
Get your mind off
of the boyfriend drama.
I don't have a costume.
It would be weird.
It's Halloween.
Weird is good.
Then he grabbed me!
He grabbed me,
and he ripped at me!
He held me, and he ripped
at my clothes!
MAN: Just calm down.
Oh! I screamed, "Johnny!
Johnny, help me!"
Delish!
What kind of hooch
are we bootleggin'?
Spider vodka.
Fuck off. No, really.
It's from Thailand.
They put a ceremonial spider
in every bottle.
You don't want to touch it?
Nope. I know it's Halloween.
I'm not doing that.
Seriously? You're still
afraid of spiders?
Yeah.
Ladies, say, "Happy Ho-lloween!"
WOMEN: Happy Ho-lloween!
Oh, my God. Nathan!
Nathan!
Hey. What's up?
How are you?
Surprised you found me.
This place is crazy.
Oh, my gosh.
Ty Hoffman!
Bitch, what's up? How are you?
Hey.
Hey.
Did you need something?
What?
Oh. You were just
talking to my friend,
and then you waved me over.
Oh. No, I'm sorry.
I was motioning
for another drink.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
(CHUCKLES) I'm so sorry. Uh...
No, it's cool. So, wait.
Do you... Do you know Bailey?
Yeah. Yeah,
we met freshman year.
Are you one of her
yoga students?
No. No?
I'm her roommate... Harper.
Oh, yeah, no. Yeah.
I've totally heard about you.
Oh, yeah? What'd you hear?
(EXPLOSION)
- Happy Halloween!
- Happy Halloween!
That scare you? Yes.
Yeah, well, um, I'm surprised
we haven't met before.
I don't get out much.
I don't really
get out much, either.
Someone literally reminded me
it was Halloween
like 15 minutes ago,
so I just rolled out of bed
and grabbed my lucky bat.
I kind of hate these things.
Yeah, well, at least
you have a costume.
What are you talking about?
You have a costume.
If... If you don't mind,
you can do that and...
Boom, look...
Little Red Riding Hood.
- Bullshit!
- Evan.
I'm sick of this shit!
What the fuck
are you doing, dude?
I'm so sorry about that.
Fuck this shit show.
What the fuck are you
supposed to be, anyways?
What do you mean, what the fuck
am I supposed to be?
I'm the front half
of a human centipede.
The other two dudes just bailed,
so now I'm walking around,
looking like a fucking jackass.
Oh, now you look like a jackass?
Did they bail 'cause they didn't
want to eat ass all night?
No. (CELLPHONE CHIMES)
They probably bailed
'cause this bar sucks dick.
I think they were just fucking
with you, dude.
Oberhaus and K.C. are
right over there
with the rest of the team.
Motherfuckers.
No one wants to be the ass end
of a human centipede.
(DOOR CREAKING)
(METAL CLANKS)
Hey.
Saw you headed towards the exit.
I was getting worried you left.
The team awarded me
worst costume.
Figured I'd share it with the runner-up.
(LAUGHS)
I didn't know you were
still on the team.
Took a wild pitch
to the face last season.
Shattered my cheekbone
in three places.
Now I'm riding the bench.
Well, you can't really tell.
What about you?
What?
Nothing scary ever
happened to you?
I mean, Halloween, right?
Scary stories,
that's what you do...
Tell each other scary stories.
Uh...
like, wh-what, about my life?
Yeah. Nothing scary
ever happened to you?
(SCOFFS) I-I don't know.
I mean, I-I had a really
great childhood.
Um, have a great relationship
with my parents.
Well, I had a great
relationship with them.
I don't talk to
my parents much, either.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(LAUGHTER, CHATTER)
I think I should go.
I think you should stay.
MALLORY: Wait.
Where are we going next?
The haunted corn maze is open late.
ANGELA: No.
Yes! I know the cast!
No, that place is a breeding
ground for parasites.
My cousin Kim...
She's a health inspector,
and she gave it a "D."
BAILEY: Why don't we, uh, hit up
the food trucks on campus,
Netflix a scary movie, yeah?
- Dude, I could eat.
- I'm hungry, too.
Yo, yo, yo, guys, guys, guys!
Or...
we could go to
an extreme haunted house.
- Yes.
- Haunted house.
- Yes.
- No!
- I don't want to do that.
- Let's do it.
Well, there's at least
five haunts in the area.
Somebody pick so we can call
this shit a night.
There we go.
Wait. Evan, what are you doing?
I'm paying my tuition.
Hey, guys, water? Anybody?
- Yes.
- Yes, yes, yes.
Got mints here.
- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.
What is this?
Uh, that would be Dasani, flat,
and Altoids cinnamons.
Yeah, no. If you think we're
actually gonna pay you
to drive us to a haunted house
that you wanted to go to...
I'm a professional
in the rideshare business.
I can't just give you a free
ride because you're my buddies.
Oh, well. It's not fair
to the paying customers.
I'm all about fairness.
Always have been.
You have to be.
5-star-rated, baby!
I'm glad you understand.
What are you doing?
No! Hey! What the fuck, dude?!
Okay, guys.
There's a Jaycees
that's just past the mill.
We are not going to Jaycees. No.
We just do it a lot. That's all.
Too much settling.
Okay. Just find one.
(LAUGHS)
I'll find another one.
Hey, Evan,
can you turn up there?
- Huh?
- Turn up there.
EVAN: Yeah.
NATHAN: Whoa, wait.
Where are we going?
Yeah, Harper,
where are we going?
Is someone following us?
MALLORY: Isn't there a haunted
house at the hospital tonight?
ANGELA: Yeah, there is, but
I really don't want to show
my face there with my grades
looking the way they are.
BAILEY: Evan, what's going on?
EVAN: Harper thinks
we're being stalked.
HARPER: No, it's just...
did anyone see that truck
follow us back from the bar?
This cannot be ignored.
(LAUGHS)
ANGELA: Oh, this looks like
the haunt from Evan's flyer.
Evan, if this sucks,
it's on you.
Guys, I love you all,
but I'm over it.
I got to fix my car
in the morning.
MALLORY: Fuck your car!
This is the bee's knees!
Guys, there's only
one review on Yelp.
Oh, but it says the proceeds go
to Red Cross, so that's cool.
You know what? I'm with Bailey.
I think it's getting
kind of late.
We should probably just...
Harper, you promised
to have a fun night.
(SIGHS)
I hate it when I make promises.
- Oh, my head!
- Where's Evan?
Wait. Hold up.
- Thanks.
- Evan!
EVAN: I'm comin' for ya.
I'm comin' for ya.
Rah!
BAILEY: Oh.
- Yazzah?
- Yazzah!
Ooh, Evan's afraid of clowns.
- Oh, hello, clown!
- Hello.
EVAN: Hello, Mr. Clown.
(LAUGHS)
Can we have six tickets, please?
No? Okay. (LAUGHS)
- That's a good try.
- Excuse me.
We'd like to enter your
shady-ass establishment, please.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Okay.
- Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho.
This is scary.
Okay. Bailey, after you?
This is a Bailey job.
Okay. It's obviously
not in that hand.
(WHISPERS)
Pick the other hand.
(CHUCKLES)
- Ooh.
- It's a key. It's a key.
Five stars for this place
with the creepy-ass clown
doing shitty-ass magic.
(LAUGHTER)
EVAN: So, like, do you do
birthdays and shit, too?
Is this like a seasonal gig
for you?
I got a niece who loves
scary fucking clowns,
so I'm looking to acquire
your services.
I'll get a card before we leave.
You can pull it out of
wherever you want to.
- What is it?
- Liability waiver.
It says, "Haunted house rules."
Rule number one... stay on
the marked path at all times.
"Rule number two...
Never touch the actors."
No promises.
"Rule number three..."
You will be prompted
to do certain actions.
Please do exactly
as you are told.
This is for your safety.
Rule number four...
All cellphones
must be surrendered
to the lock box before entering.
You may keep the lock box key
"until you return
from the attraction."
Are you kidding me? What?
No, I just think that's probably
gonna be the scariest part for you...
Not having your phone on you
at all times.
Guys, we're basically signing
our lives away to this thing.
- I don't think it's...
- Yes!
(WOMAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)
Yes. Yes. We're doing this. Yes.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
(CREEPY LAUGHTER)
All righty. Let's go.
(DISTANT LAUGHTER)
Okay. (LAUGHTER)
- Ooh.
- This is a little... lame.
Yeah. Okay.
Is this supposed to be scary?
The only thing that would
scare Bailey
is if they defunded
Planned Parenthood.
Am I right?
Aah!
Ha, ha, ha. Ho, ho.
Oh, that's what you get.
ANGELA: Uh-oh. I feel like
that's not a good idea.
(LAUGHTER)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Whoa!
Wow! This is awesome.
It's getting better.
(BANGS) (GROANS)
NATHAN: (LAUGHS)
- There's a wall.
- Yeah, no, I found it.
- I found the wall.
- Yeah.
Yo, guys, guys, guys, guys.
Oh, that's a real guy.
- Oh, definitely.
- Oh, yeah.
BAILEY: Oh, my God.
(WOMAN BREATHING SHAKILY)
What?
Somebody! Somebody help me!
Help me, please!
Somebody help me!
Please help me!
I don't want to die!
Please, please! Just let me go!
I promise! I promise
I won't tell anybody!
Please! Please, please, please!
(SCREAMS)
Holy shit! Holy shit!
Oh, my God.
- Oh, that was so good.
- That was so good.
(DOOR OPENS, CREAKS)
- Oh-ho-ho-ho.
- Yeah, nope.
You're going first.
You are going first. Yep.
- That's some sick-ass shit.
- That was crazy.
(WOMAN SCREAMS IN DISTANCE)
- Oh.
- "Bye."
MALLORY: Ooh.
Safe or not safe?
- I got dibs on not safe.
- Not safe!
- Of course.
- Okay.
Well, then, we will go this way.
You guys can go that way.
Oh, no.
(LAUGHS)
(MAN SCREAMS DISTANTLY)
- I fucking hate spiders!
- Go.
- Come on.
- No.
Come on.
Watch your head.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
- What is that?
- Oh, my God.
- What the heck?
- No, no, no!
- Aah!
Oh, shit. There's, like,
real spiders in here.
MALLORY: Oh, my God.
HARPER: You guys.
Guys.
Look.
Nice.
Wait, Nathan.
What is that? I don't know.
Oh. No way. Way to go, guys.
Way to wait till the last minute
to paint the walls.
No, this isn't paint.
This is oil.
Yeah. That's weird.
Why'd they put oil on the walls?
- Maybe it's cheaper.
- Oil's not cheaper than paint.
My cousin Hasib...
He's a petroleum engineer.
(COFFIN CREAKS)
EVAN: Okay.
Where are we supposed to go?
MALLORY: Maybe it's a puzzle?
That's weird.
I don't know.
(RUMBLING)
Did you hear that?
It sounded like a door.
How do we open it?
It must only open
if the coffin's closed.
(RUMBLING)
Well, I guess there's only
one way to find out.
If I don't return,
speak highly of me.
(SCOFFS)
(RUMBLING)
(MUFFLED) Yo, guys!
It worked!
(SIGHS)
I really don't like
small spaces.
Then just get it over with,
sweet cheeks.
(RUMBLING)
(MUFFLED)
Mallory, I'm through!
Okay.
Coming.
Guys?
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
Guys, it's not...
(DOOR SLIDES)
Oh. No! No!
Oh, my God! Spiders!
EVAN: Hold on! It's gonna open.
Oh, my God!
I had spiders all over! Mallory.
Mallory, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look, look right here.
"Skeletons, masks, spiders."
Cheap motherfuckers bought
this shit at Party City
like two days ago.
Look. It's fake.
Fuck spiders.
Nope.
I'm not going in there.
MAN: This way.
Who's first?
Look at my face!
This is trippy.
Angela, look at this.
This is amazing.
Whoaaa.
That's so weird!
Huh. There's no gap
between the reflection.
- So?
- It's a two-way mirror.
My cousin Summer...
She's a criminal psychiatrist.
Cool.
HARPER: I said I didn't want
to go in the tunnel.
EVAN: Yeah? Well, Harper, you
should have thought about that
before you got into a tunnel.
Oh, shit. Okay.
Uh, this way's a dead end,
so we got to go back.
Are you kidding? It is way
too tight to turn around.
You're just drunk. Come on.
Shuffle backwards.
We'll find a different way.
I'm gonna have so many splinters
when I get home.
Oh, guys, guys, I found it!
Stay close!
What the fuck does that mean?
It means stay close.
Okay. I'm following.
We're following.
Hey, guys, this way!
(RUMBLING)
What was that?
(CREAKING)
Who's there?
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
Wait. Where's Mallory?
- Come on.
- Go ahead.
Pussies.
Oh, my God! Get it off me!
BAILEY: What is it? Brains!
Are you serious? Knew it.
Eww. Knew it.
Okay.
All right. All right.
All right. All right.
This is stressing me out.
It's not that bad. Okay.
Feels... small...
uh, round...
Ooh. Smooth.
It sounds like you're describing
Evan's scrotum.
That makes sense,
since we have a...
grape.
Do not... Ew!
Let's go.
Okay.
Fine.
I don't... Am I supposed
to be feeling something?
Uh... Push your arm further in.
Yeah, I'm not... This is...
This is not working.
Oh. Let's see.
Okay. No. I give up.
Nothing?
Fuck. My ring.
What ring?
Are you sure you had it on?
Yes, I'm positive.
It was Harper's mother's ring.
She's gonna kill me. Great.
Wait. I think I got it.
You got it?
(RING CLATTERS)
Oh, no. Damn it!
Oh, shit! No! Damn it!
All right. No. I lost it.
We got to get it.
It's important to her.
We're gonna get it.
We're gonna get it.
Let's, um... All right. Find me.
Do you feel it? Mnh-mnh.
All right.
Let's see if we can find it.
- What?
- What the fuck was that?
- Did you feel that?
- No.
Something just fucking
touched me.
Can you not...
No. Something touched me.
Feel anything?
Someone's back there.
Listen.
(BANGS)
Ugh! Ohh!
(SCREAMS)
Oh, God! Oh, no!
Seriously, Nathan, get me
the fuck out of here!
Something's got me!
Ow, my arm! Ow!
ANGELA: Bailey?
- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God!
Mallory!
Can you hear us?
Hey! Follow our voices.
(CREAKING)
Hey, I hear something.
Mal?
(CREAKING, SHUFFLING)
Hey. Um...
Our friend is still in there.
I think he wants us
to keep going.
Okay.
(LOUD BANG, LOCKS CLATTERING)
(CLATTERING CONTINUES)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
(SPEAKERS CRACKLE,
REVVING STOPS)
Nice.
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
I'll go first.
Sure.
(CHAINSAW IDLING)
(GRUNTS)
Excuse me. (CHAINSAW REVS)
Have you seen our friend?
She's wearing a yellow dress.
Okay.
Okay. Okay.
Whoa! Ohh! Oh-ho-ho!
Okay. All right.
All right. Okay.
Okay. Come on. I get it.
All right.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Get the fuck outta
my safe space, bro.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Probably shouldn't have pushed him.
Yeah.
Wait, wait, wait!
Guys, don't close the door!
- Shit!
- Fuck!
Oh, shit. Bailey, what the
fuck happened to your arm?
BAILEY: It's okay. It doesn't...
- Doesn't hurt anymore.
- What's going on?
Guys, where's, um...
Where's Mallory?
Are we trapped?
Um... hello.
Hey. Hey. Excuse me.
Hey, excuse me.
Our friend is hurt in here,
and we need your help.
Hey, excuse me. We... We...
We have someone hurt in here.
EVAN: Excuse me, ma'am?
- Hey.
- Ma'am?
Hey, ma'am, please,
we actually need your help.
Someone's fucking around here.
- Mallory?
- What's going on?
- Mallory, what are you doing?
- Mallory!
- Mallory!
- Mal!
Mallory, wake up!
Mallory, wake up!
Oh, my God!
Is she just acting?
Oh, my God.
What's happening?
What's happening?
(DOOR CREAKS)
- I want to go.
- Okay.
We need, um... We need a phone.
They're all in
the fucking lock box.
Oh. We need... We need...
We need the key.
Who has the key?
Please tell me Mallory
didn't have the fucking key.
BAILEY: Nathan.
Thank you, Bailey.
EVAN: Hey, what are we gonna do?
We get to the lock box,
and we get our phones.
We can't go back
the same way we came.
I saw an exit.
Where?
Back that way.
What kind of exit?
Like an emergency exit.
Come here.
Hey, buddy, can you...
Can you do this?
Can you get that?
Um, yeah. I-I... Hairpins.
Hair... An-Angela.
Okay. We have three.
We have three.
Come on. Come on.
It's a two-way lock.
What happened to
"I can lock-pick anything"?
Yeah, I meant like anything
like a locker.
I'm an equipment manager.
I'm not Robert De Niro
from "Heat."
Okay. Hey, we just need you
to get through
the fucking lock, okay?
All right. Um...
So, what if we just went
a little bit further?
No, dude. No, listen. Listen.
I don't mean all of us.
You know, just you and me.
We go a little bit further,
and, uh, you know,
we find something like a...
Like a crowbar, you know,
so we can break off the hinges.
Okay. Fuck. I'll go.
I'm gonna go. I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna go. Just...
Just... Okay.
(AIR HISSING)
(KEY CLICKS)
(HISSING CONTINUES)
They have everything...
Our addresses,
our parents' names.
(FENCE RATTLING)
Evan?
Evan, what are you doing?
She's gone.
There must be, like, a trap door
on the other side or something.
No, just leave it.
You don't want to piss them off.
One sec.
Evan, don't.
Hey. Hey, hey.
Come here.
Come here.
Okay.
Can you reach your arm
through the fence?
What?
There's a metal poker thing
right there.
My arm's too big.
I can't reach it.
So what?
So we can use it to break
the hinges off the door.
Come on.
Okay. Come on.
Okay, okay.
Okay.
(CLICK, HISSING)
(CREAKING)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
(CLATTERS)
NATHAN: Hey!
Hey, please!
Somebody's hurt back here!
Hey!
Hey!
(LIGHTS BUZZ)
You say you need help?
Yeah.
NATHAN: Hold on.
I told all my friends
I would come right back.
They're right...
Right back there,
in, um, the room with the fence.
So, do you think you could
come back with me?
Let me get something.
BAILEY: I'm really sorry,
Harper.
For what?
I lost your mom's ring.
I was reaching through, and I
lost it in the haunted house.
It's okay.
I grew up in a haunted house.
I loved that house. (CHUCKLES)
I hated it at the same time.
It's where my dad
would read to me...
where he taught me
how to ride a bike.
It's where he hurt my mom.
I would go upstairs to my room,
and I would hide under the bed.
And one day,
while I was hiding, he...
threw my mom across the floor
like it was nothing, like...
that's how it's supposed to be.
I haven't been home
in four years.
But I have
this recurring dream where...
I go back
and knock at the door...
terrified that my dad's
gonna answer.
But my mom comes out.
She tells me he's gone forever.
(CHUCKLES)
She tells me the house
isn't haunted anymore.
(FENCE RATTLING)
EVAN: Come on. You almost
got it. You almost got it.
Oh. I have to take a break.
Okay. It's right there.
It's right there. Okay.
Okay. You good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right.
I have to get my shoulder.
There. There.
All right. A little to the left.
A little bit to the left.
Okay. You're right there.
It's right there.
I feel like my cousin Elina.
She's a proctologist.
How many fucking cousins
do you have?
Okay.
Almost got it.
Got it. I got it.
Okay. Okay.
Com on. You're almost there.
(CRUNCHES) (SCREAMS)
My hand!
What's going on?
Holy shit. Is she bleeding?
NATHAN: Angela?
What happened to your hand?
Oh, we got to get her out.
Yeah, what the fuck's
it look like I'm doing?
I have keys, man.
Where?
I'm sorry, girls. This...
This isn't supposed to happen.
Hey, look, man, we just
want to go, okay?
I don't need to talk
to your manager.
None of us do.
We haven't seen anything.
Nothing happened.
We just want to leave.
We're gonna get out.
Watch out.
The exit was this way.
Over here.
Fuck! I fucking knew it!
Read the door, idiot.
GHOST: That makes sense.
I didn't remember there being
an exit there. (CHUCKLES)
So, why wouldn't
you say something?!
Why don't we just crawl back
through the tunnel?
Well, if you want to, but you
can only go one at a time.
There's a trap door
in the tunnel
that gets triggered if there's
too many people in there.
NATHAN: Okay, why is there
a trap door in your tunnel?
We use it to capture people
and put them on the show.
There's this whole thing
with a witch...
Yeah. We know about
your fucking show.
One of our friends is dead
because of your fucking show.
(CHUCKLING) She's not dead.
She's outside waiting
on you guys,
probably wondering
what's going on.
What?
Look, we're a little
extreme here,
but safety is a huge priority.
Don't you talk to me
about fucking safety.
Don't you talk to me
about fucking safety!
What's your name?
What's your fucking name?!
Sir, my name's Harper, okay?
We really appreciate your help,
but could you please
just tell us who you are?
You can call me "Mitch."
Thanks, Mitch.
What's your last name, Mitch?
Okay, Mitch.
I think we would feel a lot
more fucking comfortable
if you took off
that fucking mask...
EVAN: Yeah, lose the mask.
And you told us
what your real name was.
I don't care which way you go,
but you're almost
at the end of the haunted house.
It's probably farther
if you go backwards.
Yeah, I think we made it
pretty clear, Mitch.
We don't want to go that way.
'Kay. Wait, wait, wait.
Why don't we just,
one at a time,
go back through the tunnel?
You really want to
go back in there?
I just want to get out of here.
Okay. All right.
Here's the plan.
I sort of remember my way
around the maze.
I'll take the lock box key,
I'll go through,
I'll book it to the front,
I'll get our phones,
and I'll call for help.
Nate, let me get the key.
I dropped it.
Well, that is
just perfect, Nate.
Fuck the key.
I can pick the lock box.
All right, so, I'll go first.
Then we send Bitch through,
and he can just chill
on the other side
and wait for everyone else.
Then, Nate, you go.
Follow him with the poker,
you know, in case
Mitch here forgets
whose team he's on.
And then Bailey and Angela,
'cause they need the most help.
And last goes Harper.
One thing first.
I want your keys.
What key is it?
Yellow, obviously.
(BANGS ON WALL)
- (MUFFLED) I'm through!
- Okay, there it is.
Let's go. You're up.
Go.
Think, think, think,
think, think.
Um... safe or not safe?
Safe or not safe?
Okay.
Fuck!
Damn it.
Okay.
What's taking so fucking long?
(BANGS ON WALL)
MITCH: (MUFFLED) I'm here!
Finally.
(GRINDING)
(BANGING)
(DISTANT BANGING)
Fuck.
(CREAKING, RATTLING)
(CREAKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
No.
What the fuck?
Run.
No. We have to wait
for Nathan's signal.
- Nathan, hurry up!
- Run!
No! We have to wait or he's
gonna fall through the trap!
Run!
Run!
Don't go! Don't go!
No! No!
Get in there. Come on! Let's go!
Come on! You can do it!
Get in! Get in! Get in! Get in!
Oh, my God!
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
NATHAN: (DISTANTLY)
Who's there?
Nathan?
I'm at a dead end!
We have to go back!
No, which way?
Go... (THUD)
Nathan?
Nathan, are you there?
(DOORS CREAK)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(DOOR RATTLES)
What the fuck?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Where is it? Where is it?
(INHALES SHARPLY)
Where is everybody?
They're right behind me.
Where are our phones?
Someone's bringing 'em.
(GRUNTING)
(KEY SNAPS)
(PANTING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(CRYING) Please.
Please. Please don't hurt me.
Please.
Please don't hurt me, Sam.
Who's Sam?
(CELLPHONE RINGS)
CLOWN: Hello?
SAM: Hey, man,
who the fuck is this?
Who're you trying to reach?
I'm trying to reach Harper.
This is her boyfriend, Sam.
Hello?
You're too late, Sam.
All right, listen,
you little fuckin...
(MICROWAVE BEEPING)
(CRACKLING, SPARKING)
Such a pretty mask.
Why don't we take it off...
and find out who you really are?
(CURTAIN REELS)
NATHAN: Run, Harper!
(YELLS)
Where is everybody?
They should have been
out by now.
Do you still want
to see my face?
What?
Do you still want
to see my face?
It's whatever, man. I'm fine.
Oh, why not?
I just want to go home.
2425 Lincoln Road?
What?
Because before, you said
you wanted to see my face,
and I was just wondering if
you still wanted to see it.
It's a bit of a work
in progress, but,
oh, I think you'll like it.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(GLOPPING)
(REELING)
HARPER: Shit.
(PANTING)
(CLICKS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(JINGLES)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(FOOTSTEPS)
(DOOR SLIDES)
(CAN CLATTERS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING)
(CREAKING)
(CREAKING CONTINUES)
(KNIVES JINGLING)
Hello?
Who's there?
Aaah!
Where are my friends?
Can you tell me where they are?
I just want to know if
my friends are still alive.
I just need to know...
and we're cool.
And I-I just...
(CELLPHONE CHIMES)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS, CRYING)
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(INSECTS CHIRPING)
(LIGHT SAWING)
(WHIMPERS, PANTING)
(SPLATS)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING)
(SCRAPING ON FLOOR)
"Find the key to
escape the haunt."
(KEYS JINGLE)
Fuck.
Dolls?
"Something is hiding
under the bed."
(WHIMPERS)
(GEARS CRANK)
(MUSIC BOX PLAYS
"POP GOES THE WEASEL")
(CREAKS, MUSIC STOPS)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
(SOFTLY) No, no,
no, no, no, no.
(SCRAPING ON FLOOR)
(BANGS ON DOOR)
MAN: Harper,
where are you hiding?
(WHIMPERS)
Sweetie, look, uh...
Look, Mommy's fine.
Adults...
do stupid things sometimes.
Okay.
You never have to hide
from me, okay?
I'm sorry.
(RING CLATTERS)
BAILEY: Harper, tell me a story
about why you're sad.
Do you think I'm sad?
I grew up in a haunted house.
Come out.
Let's take off your mask.
No.
(GRUNTS) (SCREAMS)
(GEARS CLICKING)
Oh, fuck! (GROANING)
(GEARS CLICKING)
Come on.
(CLICKING STOPS)
("POP GOES THE WEASEL" PLAYS)
(MUSIC STOPS)
(SHOTGUN FIRES)
(GEARS CLICKING)
("POP GOES THE WEASEL" PLAYS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(GROANS) My eye!
Aah! My fucking eye!
(PANTING)
(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
(COUGHING)
(GROWLS)
(MUSIC RESUMES)
(TRIGGER CREAKS)
(GROWLING)
(GROANS)
(GUNSHOT)
(SHOTGUN COCKS)
(COUGHING)
(MUSIC RESUMES)
(GRUNTING)
(GUN CLICKS)
(GRUNTING)
(POWER WHIRS ON)
(PANTING)
(ENGINE REVS)
(CAR ALARM BLARES)
You ready?
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(MUFFLED WHIMPER)
(SOBS)
No. No, no.
(COUGHS)
Oh, Bailey.
(VOICE BREAKING)
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(SOBBING)
(INDISTINCTLY MUTTERS)
They're coming for you.
They're coming for you.
They're coming for you!
Bailey.
No, no, no. (SOBS)
Bailey...
(CAR DOOR ALERT SOUNDING)
Hello?
Hey, uh, look,
I'm looking for somebody.
Hey, man, I said
I'm looking for s...
(GASPS)
(GROANS, COUGHS)
(HAMMER DRAGGING ON FLOOR)
(GRUNTS)
(COUGHS)
(GASPING)
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
(WHIMPERING, PANTING)
(CHAINSAW REVVING)
(PANTING)
Harper.
Nathan?
Back up.
Someone's coming.
Nathan!
(CHAINSAW REVS)
(GRUNTS)
(CHAINSAW REVS)
(SHOTGUN COCKS)
(SCREAMS)
(MEN GRUNTING)
(SHOTGUN FIRES)
Come on.
(GRUNTING)
You still want to know my name?
(NATHAN COUGHING)
This way. This way.
(HUSHED) Harper.
Come on.
(PANTING)
(CLATTERS)
Look.
I didn't kill anyone, okay?
I-I was just helping out.
I'm sorry.
Look.
(MASK CLATTERS)
This is so fucked up.
They... They didn't tell me
it was gonna be real.
I thought, you know,
"Sure, we'll mess
with some kids,"
but then they started
killing them.
And then they said if...
If I killed someone,
that I would earn my face.
I'm just their errands guy,
you know?
I-I buy shit for them.
That's it.
We... We can go to the cops.
I don't... I don't know
their names, but one of them...
One of them
is a-a tattoo artist,
and the other one, he's...
NATHAN: (HUSHED) Hey,
hey, what are you doing?
It's fine, it's fine.
Look, you're making
too much noise.
It's fine.
I know where they hide a gun.
I don't care.
We don't need it. Let's go.
That's weird.
It used to be right he...
(GUNSHOT) (SCREAMS)
(SCREAMS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Think you're the only one
who's made it this far?
(DOOR CREAKING)
(YELLS)
NATHAN: Harper!
(CRUNCHES)
(PANTING)
Come on.
(LIGHTER CLICKS)
(BOTH PANTING)
Keys.
Keys, keys.
Nathan.
Let's go. Let's go.
Let's go.
(PANTING)
(FIRE CRACKLING)
(GASPING, PANTING) Okay. Okay.
(CAR DOOR ALERT SOUNDING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
(SOBS)
(MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY)
(PANTING)
(BREATHING SLOWS)
NURSE: Hey, hon.
Sorry to bother you.
Your friend is doing just fine.
He's in the next room.
Just have a couple of release
forms I need you to sign.
(BRAKES SQUEAK)
("POP GOES THE WEASEL" PLAYS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(YELLS)
Fuck!
Aah!
(GROWLS)
Let's take off your mask.
(ACOUSTIC COVER OF ROB ZOMBIE'S
"DRAGULA" PLAYS)
Dead, I am the one,
exterminating son
Slipping through the trees,
strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky,
watching angels cry
While they slowly turn,
conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
I dig through the ditches,
burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Dead, I am the pool,
spreading from the fool
Weak and what you need,
nowhere as you bleed
And dead, I am the rat,
feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur,
dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Do it, baby, do it, baby
Do it, baby, do it, baby
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Dig through the ditches
and burn through the witches
I slam in the back
of my Dragula
Yeah, do it, baby,
do it, baby
Do it, baby
Burn like an animal
Do it, baby, oh, do it, baby
Do it, baby
Burn like an animal
Do it, baby, do it, baby
Do it, baby
Burn like an animal