Evil Dead
We caught the b*tch.
Please don't hurt me.
Don't be afraid, girl.
Who are you?
Somebody please help me.
Only the evil book can undo
what the evil book has done.
Please. I just want to go home.
Please. I just want to go home.
Daddy?
Daddy, why are you doing this to me?
Who are these people?
Look, they are good people.
They are here to help.
What are you talking about?
Where's Mom?
Mommy is dead, baby.
You know that.
- You killed her.
- What?
You did.
No, why are you saying these things?
Please, I just want go home.
I just want to go home.
Do it! It's the only way to save her soul!
I'm so sorry, baby.
Daddy, what is that?
Daddy.
Daddy, look at me. It's me.
Do it! Give your daughter peace!
I just want you to hold me and
take me home.
Please.
Please stop.
I will rip your soul out, Daddy.
I'll rip your soul out,
you pathetic f***!
Motherf***er!
I will kill you like I killed...
your whore!
F***!
F***!
I love you, baby.
Hey.
How's it going, Mr. Hot Sh*t City Boy?
- Hey, Olivia.
- Come here.
Two arms, please.
Like you missed me.
This is my girl Natalie.
The heartbreaker from your car shop.
The doctor?
- Actually, she's...
- I'm a registered nurse.
Nurse. Right, sorry.
You were supposed to be
here two hours ago, man.
And that's our irresistibly
charming Eric.
Teaching high school finally turned
you into a bitter old coot, huh?
No, you did.
You kept us waiting here all morning.
Good to see you too, man.
Come here.
You look good.
She's waiting for you in the back.
Great.
Hey, Mia.
I'll be damned.
You actually came.
Come on, I'm your big brother.
Of course I came.
I know I look like road kill.
You look beautiful, as always.
And you're a charming liar, as always.
Grandpa?
Hey.
Hey, there buddy.
We always loved this place, didn't we?
He missed you a lot, you know.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
- What is that?
- What?
Just this, right here.
It's not funny!
This is made from a buckthorn tree.
It's supposed to make your will stronger.
I thought you didn't
believe in that kind of stuff.
I don't. But you do,
so, maybe it'll work.
Okay.
Well, then, let's do this.
Promise me you'll stay
with me until the end.
- I'm not going anywhere.
- Cross your heart.
Okay.
Hope to die.
Okay.
May my friends and family
witness this act...
an irrevocable promise
to my commitment that...
F*** it.
I promise not to touch this sh*t...
ever again.
Okay.
Let's play cold turkey.
Hopefully, this still works.
Wait.
Be careful.
What is that smell?
Some teenagers probably just broke in here
to drink beer and bump uglies.
Exactly.
Mom would have hated
seeing the cabin like this.
Okay.
Let's make this place livable.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Do you remember that lullaby
Mom used to sing us?
It was something like...
"Baby, little baby,
it's time to say goodbye."
"Baby, little baby..."
Mia, please, I don't think you need
sad memories in your head right now.
Mom is not a sad one.
You know what I mean.
You know what?
Her final days at the hospital...
Mom sometimes thought I was you.
She even called me David
for a whole day, once.
And I played along, because...
Mia, I wanted to be there.
Okay, I did.
But by the time Mom got bad...
I had just gotten the job
at the garage in Chicago.
I don't know, I had a hard time finding
the right moment to come back.
And then it was too late. So...
Maybe you were lucky,
not to see her the way that I did.
It looks like she is doing okay.
David, there is something
you need to know.
Okay.
We already tried this whole thing
back in Flint last summer.
Mia made the same promises.
She took the same dramatic vow of sobriety
before chucking her dope down the toilet.
She lasted eight hours and quit.
So, we don't want to give
her that chance this time.
What do you mean?
David, when she breaks...
and believe me, she will...
we don't want to let her leave.
What do you mean?
You want force her to stay here?
Mia?
This time the only way
is the hard way, man.
- She won't survive another OD.
- What?
Mia OD'd?
She didn't just OD.
Legally, your sister died.
They had to defibrillate her.
Jesus.
We all need to be together on this.
Otherwise it won't work.
Good boy.
I came here to make things
better with my sister, not worse.
If she asks me to take her home at some
point I'm going to have to do it.
I can't stand it! F***!
I can't stand it!
What the f*** is that smell?
I know.
It's okay. It's okay.
I can't stand that f***ing smell anymore.
Lie down, okay?
We're here for you.
I know, I know.
We're all here.
We're not going anywhere.
Withdrawal is kicking in hard.
This should help you
get through the night.
I don't know what
is wrong with you people...
and it reeks.
But there is no smell.
You're just extra-sensitive right now.
I just can't stand that
f***ing smell anymore.
Wait.
Is that blood?
Sh*t.
What's your medical diagnosis now?
It f***ing stinks.
Sh*t. Careful.
These steps are old and rotten.
Yeah, like this whole freaking house.
I know.
I think it's back there.
Oh, my God!
Sh*t.
What is this?
I don't know. Witchcraft?
Who would do this?
Look.
Sh*t, man.
What the f*** happened here?
Let's not go crazy over this. Okay?
I'll bury those dead cats
out back later.
Yeah. The smell will be gone in no time.
Yeah, okay.
And what about the voodoo
sh*t they did down there?
No, no, no. Voodoo is more about dolls
and personal artifacts.
- This is something different.
- Eric, that's enough.
You shouldn't have touched
anything from that basement.
"Naturom Demonto."
"Kunda."
"Astratta."
"Montosse."
"Canda."
Please, God,
give me a break.
Mia.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, but I have to get
out of here right now.
No, come on.
The slumber party isn't over yet.
Yeah, we still haven't played
"F***, Marry, Kill," right?
Mia, please look...
Olivia, I feel like I'm losing my mind.
What is it?
I will go through with this, okay?
I just... I can't do it here.
Mia...
we have decided we're
not going to take you back.
We can't lose you again.
You're going to have to
stick it out this time.
David, drive me home.
Come on, David.
Mia, maybe they're right.
You were supposed to be here
to support me, not them.
I'm here for you.
- That's why I came.
- Oh, my God.
I'm such an idiot.
To think for once in my life...
Mia, we're just trying to help you.
Well, f*** you very much!
Eric, leave her alone.
Mia.
Mia!
Perfect.
F*** this. F***, f***.
F***!
F***!
What the f*** am I doing?
What the f*** am I doing?
Mia!
- Mia!
- Mia!
Mia.
Mia!
Mia.
Mia!
Mia!
Mia!
- Mia!
- Sh*t.
Oh, my God.
Hey, how's she doing?
in the woods.
I don't know.
It's just crazy withdrawal talk.
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