Grave Encounters 2 Page #3

he'll be back soon.

Okay, but, Sean is alive.

I mean, he's ah, he's ah, he's okay.

Of course. I'm always teasing

him about being a workaholic.

He's acting on a new TV series right now.

He loves to act. He always wanted to be

an actor, even when he was a little boy.

You could wait for him, if you like.

He's going to be so pleased to see you.

He love sit when people

come 'round to visit.

Sean lives here?

Oh, well, all his life, yes.

Of course, ha, ha.

Why don't you wait up in his room?

He'd like that.

It's up the stairs, on the right.

Most valuable player, 1996.

Look at this.

I don't think anyone has

lived here for a while.

That's definitely him when he was younger.

Yeah, he looks like the real Slim Shady.

Ha, check out some bad hair.

Likes cats.

You do too.

Ah, well.

Sh*t!

What are you doing in here?

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Mrs. Rogerson's caretaker.

Yeah, um, Mrs. Rogerson actually

said we could, we could wait here.

We have an interview with Sean.

You need to leave now.

- No, we have, we have... - You need to go.

- ...permission to be here.

You need to leave!

Out, out!

- Why...?

- Get out! Now!

- Hey, we're not...trying to steal anything.

- This is ridiculous!

- Like, like, she said we could come in here.

- Yeah!

- We just want to talk to Sean for a second.

- Out!

Sean's getting back real soon, just as soon

as he gets back from the, the hospital.

Delia, which hospital do you mean.

What are you talking about?

The hospital for crazy people.

Then you know about Grave Encounters?

You know about the TV show?

I, uh, hi, I helped him find his name,

you know, Lance Preston.

That was his stage name.

- Get the camera off!

- Don't touch it!

- Out!

- All right, all right! I'm going.

You're getting her too worked up.

Delia, one more thing, though.

What happened to Sean, okay,

what happened to the rest of his crew?

I really don't....She invited us here.

We're her guests.

We just want to do an interview

with Sean, that's it.

She is not supposed to answer the phone.

She has advanced dementia. She's going

to be in full-time care in January.

Dude, you catching that?

She knew about Grave Encounters.

Look at her!

- Shes f***ing crazy, man!

- Yup.

Oh my f***ing God!

She's still waving!

Dude, she's ripping him apart.

You gotta f***ing roll on this.

Yeah, dude, she was pissed after the play.

No, Alex, the point is...

that you said you were gonna be there,

and you f***ing weren't.

The circumstances aren't exactly...

I know it sounds bad when you put it

that way, but it's not how it's...

- This was important to me too and...

- I know, I know. I'm sorry.

And you promised that you were going to

be there, and then you just weren't.

- Like, I was looking everywhere for you...

- I know.

I'm sorry, but look at this, seriously,

just look at this!

You are obsessed!

This is a movie!

It's not just a f***ing movie.

Listen to me.

I called the Vancouver

City registrar, okay.

The RCMP has a f***ing case

file dated March 28...

- I don't care.

- ...2003. - I don't care.

Okay...

You know what? I'm so sick of

hearing about this f***ing movie.

You go ahead and do whatever you want. You

don't have to deal with me anymore, okay?

- Bye Jen.

- F***-off, Trevor.

Jen!

No, not right now.

I'm sorry.

Jen!

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Wow!

What the f*** was her problem, you know?

I feel bad, ya know.

I feel bad about the f***ing play,

but what do you want me say, huh?

This is more important, ya know?

- Yeah, um, I don't know...

- What? You don't agree with me?

Well, uhh.

Okay, let me lay it down.

A friend to a friend, okay?

Aaahh, Jen is probably the only girl on this campus you

have the slightest chance of getting your dick wet with.

True.

Yeah.

So true.

- Yeah, yeah, thank you.

- And, and, in saying that, if I were you,

I would lay off the whole

conspiracy theory sh*t.

Conspiracy theory?

- Dude, I love you. I'm trying to help.

- Look at it.

Look at the f***ing evidence.

Look at it!

Missing. Missing.

Crew feared dead.

F***! What else do I need

to f***ing prove to you?

- See what I mean?

- Yeah.

Wake up to the f***ing

Rain Man, every morning.

F*** you, dude.

The Rain Man was a f***ing genius!

Everybody, I know it has been a while since I have posted,

but a lot of crazy sh*t's gone on with this whole

Grave Encounters thing in

this last little while.

I did an interview with

Sean Rogerson's mom.

Listen to me, Grave Encounters is real.

And my friends don't believe me, you

probably don't either, but I'm not crazy.

I've done my research.

I just need proof.

I need to...go back to Tacoma...I don't know.... maybe

check out some articles and look up some more...

"Okay, something just started printing''...

Okay, so we know that the printer has just turned on.

And it's printing something, without me doing anything,

it started.

Two, three, eight, four

Melrose Ave., Los Angeles.

This looks to be some kinda...call-sheet...

for a music video or

something, tomorrow, in LA.

Hartfeld Productions...

How do I know that name?

Gerry Hartfeld, he

produced Grave Encounters.

And the call sheet that

was printed off for me?

It's for a music video he's doing tomorrow.

I can't have you in f***ing LA for two days.

Man, what about our movie?

This is more important to me.

Are you really seriously gonna fly all the way

over to LA just for some stupid call sheet?

I'm only gonna be gone for two days.

I don't see the big deal.

Whatever, dude.

The life vests should only be inflated...

The life vests should only be inflated...

Yeah, you're now being filmed

from outside...the car.

We're in LA...as in Hollywood...the, ah,

film Mecca of Earth.

I wouldn't say "beautiful"

cause of all the smog, but...

Okay, we're at the studio...

I'm with, ah, Hartfeld Productions.

You're name?

Ah, Roberto...Smith.

I got, ah, I've got this call sheet.

I'm PAing today.

Music video.

Music video.

All right, Roberto.

You go in in Lot C.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Movie people.

That's him.

That's Gerry Hartfeld.

Cut it!

Cut, cut!

Guys, where's the confetti?

We're two hours behind, let's go!

Reset!

I found Gerry.

I'm going to go try and talk to him now.

No, no,no, no, I'm not

gonna cover it over...

'Scuse me, Mr. Hartfeld.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Hold on a sec.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Alex Wright.

I'm filming a documentary,

and I, uh, just want to maybe

get an interview with you.

Okay, this is not allowed on my set, okay?

And you can stop it right there, because

I am not gonna do any goddamn interview.

Security?

This guy is not supposed to be here.

Playback!

I know about Grave Encounters.

I know what the f*** you did!

- You get him out of here!

- What the f***'d you do?

Hm...I just tried to

talk to Gerry Hartfeld.

He had security kick me out,

I mean he's clearly hiding something.

F***, I just...Idon't know,

I don't know what to do anymore.

Whoa!

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