Paranormal Activity: The Marked Ones Page #2

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You'll get a good night's sleep.

- Whoa!

- F***ing...

Look at that!

Look at that!

- For your grandma Irma.

- Yeah!

Ah!

Whoa!

Oh, yeah! One more round.

Come on. Please.

Wait up.

Did you guys hear that?

What is that?

Someone's getting f***ed.

Oh, f***!

What the f***?

What the f*** is that?

I don't know.

Didn't sound good though.

I wish we could just

see down there.

Get your little GoPro thingy.

We'll just tie it down,

and we'll put it down there.

With What?

Yo.

You got it?

Yeah, dude, I found

these little ropes.

- You just tie this sh*t on there.

- Holy sh*t.

And I got the Hedmi cables

that my uncle got.

Fool, it's an HDMI cable.

Got it! Got it! Got it!

Check it out.

Come on!

- Go check over there.

- All right.

Keep going. It's still dark.

It's still going down the vent.

On, sh*t. Hey! Holy sh*t!

No, no, no, yeah...

Wait, wait, that's it.

I see something. I just saw

something. Half of some sh*t.

Oh, sh*t!

There's a f***ing...

There's a naked girl!

There's a naked girl!

Look at her! She's f***ing fine!

Are you serious?

No, no, no, stay right there!

Stay right there! Oh, f***.

I want to see. Turn the TV.

Dude, what...

She got bigass titties. Oh, sh*t.

- Come get this sh*t.

- No, just stay there!

No. This is the

best day of my life.

You should f***ing stay

in there. You shut the door.

- Turn the TV.

- You stay there.

What... All right.

All right, hold on.

Dude, she's buck naked!

Oh, f***! Oh, sh*t!

No, no, no, it's okay!

You can do your laundry later!

Lock the door, idiot!

Sh*t!

What the f***, dude?

- She's just standing there, man.

- She look good?

Yeah, hell, yeah, she looks good.

- F***!

- She got good titties or what?

- Oh, sh*t!

- What?

- She got a dick?

- Dude. F***ing... No!

There's...

Ana... Ana's f***ing...

Ah, dude!

What do you mean, "Ana"?

She's f***ing naked, man!

What the f***?

Holy sh*t, dude!

I just lost my boner, man.

My dick's...

...soft, like, forever. What

the f***, dude?

Turn the TV. I can't see sh*t.

What is she doing?

No, she's...

- She's, like, fingerpainting on the...

- What?

She's fingerpainting her?

Painting with her fingers.

She's painting some red circle

sh*t on that girl's stomach.

Turn the f***ing TV.

I can't see sh*t.

Dude, I... I...

Oh, f***, dude,

pull it up, pull it up!

I think she heard you, so shut up,

don't say anything. Pull it up.

- Did she hear me?

- Shut up.

Hold on.

Dude...

What the f*** was that?

That was pretty f***ing funny.

Dude, no, but... Maybe

your grandma's right, dude.

Maybe that b*tch is a bruja.

Well, hello, ladies.

Oh, man... Let's stop

messing with Chavo.

You're scaring him!

He doesn't like your Spanish music.

...drawing some

symbol right on the girl.

- Yeah.

- With blood, I think.

It was like some red sh*t. We don't

know if it was blood or anything.

It looked like a

ritual or something.

And the girl was... I'm talking

about... She was gone.

She's probably a pimp.

Like, you know,

she's running a whorehouse.

How's she gonna run a whorehouse?

- What about that one girl...

- That sounds stupid.

...who was, like, nine months

pregnant? She was about to pop.

Well, eventually,

if you work at a whorehouse,

you will eventually get pregnant!

You know what everybody

says around the hood, like,

that she's some bruja

or witch or whatever.

I mean, I believe it now.

And tell her about Oscar.

Remember how he...

- Oh, yeah, yeah...

- How does he know Ana?

I don't know.

That's what's weird to me.

- Eber!

- Come here.

Hey, listen, you want

to do us a favor?

You know Ana, right?

This is gonna be priceless.

Hey, Eber.

Knock on her door loud.

Call her name.

Scream her name.

Bruja!

Bruja!

Oh, my God. What the f***!

She said we don't know

what's gonna happen to me.

Hey, where'd you get the

firecracker from, anyways?

From my uncle, when he goes

to Mexico, he gets them in TJ.

That sh*t looks dope.

Back up a little bit more.

That sh*t's about to pop.

- Or not.

- Did that sh*t go out?

Boom!

What the f***!

Don't do that sh*t, man!

It's just not funny, man!

What if that sh*t would've...

What the f***?

Sh*t!

Holy sh*t! Dude, that was Oscar!

Whoa.... Whoa!

Holy sh*t!

- Oh, sh*t, look!

- Oh, f***!

Oh, sh*t.

Look at all those people, man.

Please get back

to your apartments.

You two, please. Inside, now.

Holy sh*t, dude.

Come on, guys.

Everyone upstairs.

Get that camera out.

- Did someone die?

- It's crazy.

I don't know...

I don't know what happened.

- Hide the sh*t.

- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

- Yo, Hector!

- Yo!

Yo! I think he jumped

from Ana's apartment.

What?

Look. They're taking the

body out! Look.

Goddamn!

Holy sh*t! That's Ana's body.

Be quiet.

That's so messed up.

I can't believe that's Ana.

They still haven't caught him?

I guess not.

That's so scary.

I just don't get

why Oscar would kill her.

I mean, he just graduated

Valedictorian.

- You guys talk to the cops?

- No.

- I ain't talking to the cops.

- Why would we talk to the cops?

And plus, his brother is,

like, the main head of 805.

I'm not messing with

that gang stuff.

Snitches get stitches.

I don't even think he knew

the camera was there.

That's how fast it was.

You don't know that.

- You can't even tell it's him.

- You guys better erase it.

You saw him

coming out of her apartment!

Stop tripping!

He didn't see the camera!

We're not gonna be showing people.

We haven't even shown anyone.

We're not gonna show people.

You better hope that I'm tripping.

- You're so stupid, dude.

- What?

Blow it out, fool.

Dude, blow that sh*t out!

Stop f***ing spraying me!

That was crazy. Someone died

right underneath you, man.

Don't think about it.

She probably sleeps,

like, right under me.

Exactly!

So we're like this.

Come on. Don't choke.

Blaze one for the nation.

- Rasta!

- Rastafari!

Dude, man, I'm still tripping

about f***ing Oscar.

Tell me about it.

Whatever the hell

was going on down there,

I wish I knew, dude.

She was probably doing

weirdass sh*t down there.

Hey.

I had an idea.

Let's go check that sh*t out, man.

What, the...

- Downstairs. Ana.

- For real?

Yeah, man.

Dude, I bet you could find,

like, clues and sh*t.

What do you think you are?

Sherlock Holmes? What the f***?

Sherlock Homes!

You're Sherlock Homes!

Here, let me try to open the door.

Oh, it's sealed.

Hold it open.

Probably it's gonna be locked.

See, what did I tell you?

It won't open.

I got an idea.

Don't make noise!

Hand me the camera.

- Oh, it's f***in' open, man.

- Oh, sh*t.

Give it to me, hurry up.

Here, give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Watch your step. Watch your step.

Turn on the light for me.

All right.

Oh, sh*t.

Shut the f*** up!

I know. My bad.

Why would she lock her fridge?

F***, what is this?

I don't know.

For old people peeing?

Hector, stop touching everything.

Hmm. It's garlic.

Stop touching everything.

- What is this thing?

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