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he doesn't fix them.

What if he just leaves us here,

what if he doesn't come home?

Have you thought of that?

- Yes, of course I've

thought about that.

- Mom...

- Yes?

- Nevermind.

- Julie?

Where's Charlie?

- He's in our bed.

- I went to Jim's.

He wouldn't take it.

So I threw it in the lake.

It's gone.

- Are you sure?

- I promise.

We do need to talk about Tyler.

- We need to call the police.

- Anna, honey, we've

been through that.

- Adam, maybe she's right.

Do you actually think

we'll get away with this?

- What I think is that if we

call the police right now,

we're going to jail.

- Don't you think someone's

gonna come looking for him?

- Of course they will.

I just want us to be smart.

We need to get our

story straight.

Okay?

The truth is, this has

been a horrible day.

Maybe I can't imagine

what you're feeling.

We're exhausted.

But we're safe.

Let's get some rest, and then

tomorrow morning, first thing,

we'll sit down together, and

we'll decide, the three of us,

what we need to do.

I love you.

Let's go to bed.

- You're on the couch.

- Why?

What is it?

I can explain this.

- I'll tell you what.

Why don't you get

your story straight,

and we'll talk about

it in the morning.

- Please don't do this.

(birds chirping)

No!

- Adam-

- We're gonna have to

get rid of this thing

before that timer runs

down and kills all of us.

- How?

- Jim said to give

it to someone I love.

- But you gave it to

Tyler, and he's dead.

- Honey, Tyler's a dipshit.

I'm sorry, I love you.

Listen, Jim gave it to Grandma.

She gave it to me.

I saw it reset when she did.

Did you?

- Wait, he gave this to her,

and he knew what this was?

- Yes!

He told me!

- How could he do that?

How could we do that?

- This is attached

to me somehow.

It's a curse or something.

I don't understand it.

But I have to get

it out of this house

before it kills every one of us.

I have to give it to somebody!

- No.

What are you talking about?

Who could we possibly

give this to?

- Natalie.

I could give it to Natalie.

I love her.

- F*** you!

We're not giving this to anyone.

We are not killers!

- Woah, woah, woah!

- I should kill you and

save it the trouble.

Stay over there.

Come out of the box,

you f***ing monster!

Come out of the box so I can

f***ing blow your head off!

I suggest you stay

out of my way.

- Mr. Roberts?

Mr. Roberts?

Mr. Roberts?

- Yeah, that's me.

- Detective Patterson,

Metro P.D. Homicide.

I need to talk to you about

the death of your mother.

- I was very close to my mother.

This has been very hard on me.

- I'm sorry for your loss.

What can you tell me about

Adam and Julie Thatcher?

Did they have any reason

to dislike your mother?

- Do you suspect

them of killing her?

- Someone did.

- I don't know what to

tell you, Detective.

I mean, they're good people.

I don't see why they would

do anything to hurt her.

- Well, according to

the Thatcher statements,

you were there the

night she died.

- Yes, I was.

I wasn't there very long.

I mean, I just stopped

by to drop something off.

- Didn't happen to

be a box, did it?

- Yes.

- Well, what can you

tell me about it?

- What's to tell?

It's an antique, a gift.

- Well, what's inside it?

- Oh, I don't know.

It doesn't open, as

far as I can tell.

What does the box have to

do with Mother's death?

- Who's this?

- That was-

That's my wife, Lisa.

- Was?

- She died not long ago.

- Sorry to hear that.

What happened?

- She was very sick.

- Is there something

you're not telling me, Jim?

- No, no!

Please, I've told you

everything I know.

It's just hard, losing so

many people that I love.

- I understand.

Thank you, Mr. Roberts.

- You should let me take over.

- No, I'm awake.

How long was I asleep?

- Maybe a few minutes.

- Where are the kids?

- They're sleeping.

I just tucked Charlie in.

How long do you think you're

gonna be able to do that?

- As long as it takes.

It has to come out eventually.

- Let me take it to her.

Please?

(door slamming)

(monster screeching)

- Shoot it!

- I'm trying!

- Shoot it!

Give me the gun!

- Anna!

I know you're hurt!

Anna!

- Mom...

- Please open the door!

Anna!

I don't know what to

do, she won't come out!

- Just hold on, hold on!

- [Julie] Anna!

- Are you okay?

- What's going on?

- Are you okay?

Okay, where's your

flashlight, buddy?

(monster squalling)

Let's go.

(screaming)

I lost it in the air ducts.

- I can't get it open.

- Honey!

Honey, can you understand me?

- Dad!

- Get open the door!

Honey!

Anna!

- Anna!

Kill it!

- Give it to her.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Did you do it?

- Yeah.

- What, what's wrong?

- I just need a minute.

- Okay.

I'm gonna run to the office.

Just be here when I get back.

- Okay.

- I'll make it all

worth it, I promise.

I love you.

- I love you, too.

- I need those reports

by Friday, without fail.

Now get out of

here, and be safe.

- Hey Morris, wait a minute.

I got a lead on that

Mary Roberts case.

- I'm listening.

- Two days ago, a sixteen

year old boy, Tyler Cook,

goes out with some friends

and never comes home.

- Tyler Cook, should I know him?

- No, not him, he was last

seen with Anna Thatcher.

- Have you questioned her?

- No, not yet.

- Too many missing

people and dead bodies.

They're hiding something.

The only thing that's

consistent on their stories

is this damn magic box.

- Magic box?

- A little boy said a

monster came out of it

and killed his grandmother.

- That's weird.

- It was at the house,

given to Ms. Roberts

the night she died

by her son, Jim.

- Are you gonna look into it?

- I'm going to exhaust every

lead til I find something.

- I know someone who

may be able to help.

Her name's Lucy Anifero,

she's some sort of gypsy lady

or palm reader, or

something like that.

- Is this the same Lucy

that you had a thing with?

- Yeah, same one.

Don't judge, man,

she was special.

- I thought you

said she was crazy.

- Yeah, but only because

she'd go on and on

about this type of sh*t.

I'm telling you,

she'll be able to tell

you what that box is.

- Can you let her know

I'll stop by later?

- I'll do it.

Hey, where are you going now?

- I'm gonna find Anna Thatcher.

(phone buzzing)

- Did you give it to her?

- [Adam] No, not yet.

She went to work.

- What?

- I'm not gonna be

able to do this.

I know that I said that I could.

I can't.

You were the one that said we

shouldn't give it to anybody,

and you were right.

- Yeah, that was before

it killed our daughter.

Give her the f***ing box, Adam!

I will not lose another child.

I know you don't

love me anymore,

but would you seriously

choose her over Charlie?

- Of course not, you know that.

I'll take care of it

when she gets back, okay?

I promise.

- Do you remember when

you were really little?

Smaller than Charlie is now,

and Henry was just a baby.

And I would read

to you every night,

and you never-

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