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- MATT:
Oh. Okay.

I'll set you up in the room.

Mmm.

- (KNOCK ON DOOR)

- (MUSIC PLAYING FROM SPEAKER)

JAMIE:
Coming!

Yeah.

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

- Hey, Killer. Hi.

- Oh. Hey, there.

Now's not actually a good time to talk.

MATT:
No, no, no. No, no.

You're not getting off that easy.

You gotta give me something.

Come on, it's me.

Catch me up.

I wanna know about your life. Go.

Um...

Olivia's trying to destroy my life.

Okay, first of all, refined sugars,

that's what's destroying your life.

Second of all, Olivia is not scary at all.

If anything, she's terrified of you.

Why would she be afraid of me?

'Cause you're a teenage girl.

Teenage girls are terrifying.

One look from a teenage girl

will send most men off... You just did it.

You did the teenage girl look.

I'm terrified right now.

You see?

I just feel like...

Like I don't have a say in anything,

you know? And it stresses me out.

MATT:
It's good not to have a say

in things. You just gotta chill.

Believe me, I know.

That's why I self-medicate.

Really?

It's for my glaucoma. You know that.

All right, good talk, son.

You gotta get out of this funk.

Come here.

JAMIE:
Okay.

MATT:
Do your homework

and eat more vegetables.

And, uh, drink more water and exercise.

That's what your Uncle Matt says.

(SOFTLY) It's really good. It's really good.

(DOOR SHUTS)

He's my brother. What am I supposed to do?

OLIVIA:
You tuck him in.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

ADAM:
Hey, guys. Look at the camera.

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

- Look up at the camera and smile.

- JAMIE:
What the...

ADAM:
What do you think? Is that a butterfly?

- YOUNG JAMIE:
A butterfly!

- ADAM:
A butterfly?

Did Mommy make a big butterfly, too?

Great job too, Mommy.

(CREAKING)

(GASPS)

(PUNK ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(COMPUTER CHIMING)

Hey, I got your texts. All 20,000 of them.

I was worried that on your way home

from the airport

you got trapped under a burning car.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Yeah, go for it.

Do you see us staying together?

I mean, like, past senior year.

Yeah.

I mean, I think so. Do you?

Yeah.

Babe, what's going on?

Nothing. I don't want to talk about it.

Talk about what?

Babe, what's going on?

Do you think

even when people die

they could still judge you for your mistakes?

Baby, are you talking about your mom?

It's been six years.

All right? What would she judge you for?

I gotta go.

Come on, I miss you,

and you're freaking me out.

Talk to me. Like, did I do something?

Did I screw up? Say something wrong?

No. No, it's not you. I just...

- Yeah, I gotta go.

- Jame.

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

Does she know I'm 35 grand deep?

No, I'd be a dead man.

- Thirty five grand?

- Look, don't...

Jesus, even the rich are poor.

Here, man, it sounds like

you need this more than I do.

Oh.

Oh, God, it's like we're back in senior year.

Where'd you get this sh*t anyway?

Same guy we got it from in senior year.

- No.

- No, I'm not kidding, man.

- Dirk, he's a lifer.

- No.

All right, I'm going to arrive

around the corner. Watch out.

There's a guy right there.

(SCREECHING OVER HEADPHONES)

What the hell?

Okay, sorry, I'm back, guys.

Oh, come on. That's bull crap.

Jame?

Yeah?

Just wanted to see if you're okay.

Yeah, I'm okay.

Listen, I...

We shouldn't have gone in your room

without your permission.

It was stupid of me.

I know this transition's been rough.

And the last thing you need is someone

invading your privacy.

All right. Good night.

JAMIE:
Night, Dad.

Hey.

Five more minutes, then the game

goes off and the teeth get brushed.

- DJ:
Can it be ten?

- ADAM:
Five.

Sh*t.

Maybe I've been trying to change too much.

I'm just afraid

I'm never gonna connect with her.

Stop it.

You're just feeling each other out.

Besides, you got lucky.

You missed the zombie years.

The piss, the sh*t,

the puke.

You took a shortcut

to the best parts of motherhood.

No.

(BIG CAT YOWLING)

What the f***?

(ANIMAL LOWING)

(ANIMAL SOUNDS CONTINUE)

What the f***?

Jesus!

(DRONE WHIRRING)

What?

DJ?

(BLADE SLASHING)

(STATIC OVER SPEAKERS)

- MAN:
(DISTORTED VOICE) It's started.

- (BEEP)

(DOOR OPENING)

(URINATING)

Two to three minutes.

Yeah, okay.

(CAMERA WHIRRING)

I'm in here!

(GATE SCREECHING)

Hello?

(TOILET FLUSHING)

Did you hear that? Did you hear that?

I got it.

(GATE CLANGING)

- DJ:
What's going on?

- OLIVIA:
Don't know, I heard something.

- DJ:
Okay.

- JAMIE:
What's going on?

ADAM:
Matt,

is that you?

JAMIE:
What was that sound?

Matty?

Matt?

- Call the police.

- Okay.

JAMIE:
Dad, what was down there?

What did you see?

- What are you getting?

- It's okay.

Just hang back, guys, okay?

The phones are gone.

Okay, get back in the bedroom

and lock the door. Now.

Okay. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Jamie! Jamie, come on!

Stay up here. Listen to what your dad said.

Hello?

Matty?

Matty, if this is you, it's not funny.

Sh*t.

(CREAKING)

Oh, sh*t.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CLANG)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

- (CLANGING)

- Jesus Christ!

What the f***?

Dad! Please come back upstairs.

Jamie, go back upstairs.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Dad, please. Please, come back upstairs.

ADAM:
It's okay, sweetie. Get back up there.

OLIVIA:
I can't see anything.

DJ:
What's going on down there?

JAMIE:
Dad...

(ADAM EXCLAIMS)

Dad! Dad!

Adam! No!

Get off of him!

- Get off of him, please!

- JAMIE:
Dad!

OLIVIA:
Jamie, get back here!

Dad!

(EXCLAIMS)

Come on, go, go, go!

JAMIE:
We have to help him!

- No, we have to help him!

- OLIVIA:
Jamie, just come with us!

- DJ:
This way, we gotta go!

- OLIVIA:
Get in!

- What do we do?

- Lock the door. Look the door.

Help me. Come on.

(ALL BREATHING HEAVILY)

Is it okay?

Oh, sh*t.

No! Hold it!

No!

No!

Is he gone?

Oh, my God.

Jamie.

(LOCK CLICKS)

- OLIVIA:
Check under the bed!

- DJ:
Jamie, I'm scared.

- It's gonna be okay.

- No, no, I'm just scared.

OLIVIA:
Where are the phones?

- JAMIE:
What are you doing?

- OLIVIA:
Where the hell are the phones?

- JAMIE:
We have to help him!

- We wait for the...

The phones were right here.

Where are the phones?

We gotta go downstairs,

and we have to help him!

There's somebody downstairs.

Our only priority right now

is to get out of this house.

- Do you understand?

- JAMIE:
How are we gonna do that?

Check the windows. See if we

can get out through that side.

We can't jump. It's way too high.

(DRONE WHIRRING)

- What is that? What was that?

- Back away. Back, back, back.

We have to get out of here.

We have to get out of here.

Help! Help us!

Help!

Help us! Somebody help!

- What is it?

- Nothing, nothing.

- What? What is it?

- Get back, get back, get back!

(CLACKING)

- Oh, my God.

- JAMIE:
What's that?

What is that? What is happening?

You don't understand.

It's ridiculous. It's like...

Jamie? Jamie, what is this?

She treats me like a child, but yet she's

closer to my age than to my dad's.

I don't know.

I don't know.

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