Satanic Page #4
we just got off to a late start.
Be an extra day.
Yeah. Yeah.
Okay.
Yeah, no, it's perfect.
It's perfect.
All right, cool.
We should have never
brought her in, I swear to God.
They said if all checks out,
we'll be cleared in two days.
I don't wanna wait two days.
We should have never picked her up.
We should have never...
All right, Elise,
you made your f***ing point!
All right, I talked to my cousin.
We can crash at his place
in the Palisades.
There's a key under the mat.
- Where's the Palisades?
- The f*** if I know.
I want to leave.
Elise, we don't have a choice
right now.
- Says who?
- Says the LAPD.
All right? It's either the
Palisades or the Scooby van.
Um...
Where's the bathroom?
It's, uh, last door on the left.
Elise.
Oh, God.
How long you really think
we'll be here?
Who the hell knows?
I mean, they still have to
interview everyone
from that goddamn house, too.
This is so f***ed.
Whole lotta f***ed.
Elise?
Elise?
Elise?
Elise, are you okay?
Elise?
Chlo. Chlo. Chloe, hey.
Hey. Hey. Hey. You're okay.
You're okay. You're okay.
You're okay.
Police?
No, my mom.
Hey.
No, we're still in LA. Just...
No, just decided to stay another day.
No, no. It's fine. Don't worry.
I don't know yet.
Yes. We will.
Yes, I promise.
Did you tell her what happened?
I still don't even know
what happened.
Offerings.
She said she would be the first,
and the rest would be summoned.
We all made the choice
and grabbed her hand.
Chloe, she didn't know
what she was saying.
Look.
A couple of days
and we're out of here.
All right? We'll forget this.
Forget this?
How do you erase that
from your f***ing mind?
- Chloe.
- She slit her own throat!
She died right in front of us.
Yeah, Chloe, I know.
I was there, too.
Look.
Another day,
and we'll be on the road.
All right?
Might even make the last night
of Coachella, God willing.
Chloe.
Elise, forget it.
No. I want to know
why she did it.
I want to know where she is.
She's not gonna tell you, she's dead.
I wanna know.
Come here.
Oh, that's cute!
David?
David?
Really? Who's the a**hole?
- What the f***?
- What the f***, my ass.
What the hell
is your problem, Seth?
- I didn't do this.
- You're such an a**hole.
- It's not funny, Seth.
- F*** you. I didn't do sh*t!
Dave was the one in here, not me!
Dude, don't even
try that sh*t with me.
What the f***?
Motherfuckers!
David, no.
What is this?
We don't even know
if it was them.
Yeah? Who the hell else
would it be?
Sick pieces of sh*t.
Let's just call the police.
David, let's call the police!
- I don't feel well.
- Sh*t.
- Hey!
- I don't feel well.
- Hey!
- David, stop!
They're not even open!
F***ers!
Yo, there he is.
Hey!
- Sh*t.
- David!
F***! Jesus.
What? You want this?
David, no!
You think this sh*t is funny?
Breaking into my place?
F*** you, man, I don't even know
where you live!
Bullshit!
- F***er! Hit him again.
- David, no!
I repeat,
why'd you break into my place?
I didn't.
What'd you do to that girl, man?
- What?
- Alice!
- What'd you do to her?
- Nothing.
Nothing? She just slit
for no apparent f***in' reason.
She said you made her do things.
Is that why you kicked her out
You don't know what the f***
you're talking about, man!
You got rid of her because
she wouldn't go along
- with your twisted sh*t!
- We wouldn't go along with hers, man!
We kicked her out
because she was too hardcore.
Even for us.
You broke my f***in' nose, man!
What the hell's gotten into you?
What?
So you break his nose?
You should've
put it through his brain.
Goddamn it, we're already
in enough trouble,
we don't need any more!
- Chlo, don't get my f***ing...
- Seth, shut up!
What is happening?
F***! Chloe!
Chloe. What is going on?
Can we get out of here please?
I don't really feel well.
I just want to
get the f*** out of here.
Can we get the f*** out
of here please? I feel sick.
Okay.
Hey, does anyone understand
that we are part
of a police investigation?
We can't leave town.
I wanna go. Can we go?
- Yeah, we can.
- Jesus!
- We can.
- No, we can't.
Okay, the police say
we can't go anywhere.
I don't care what they said.
Something happened in that hotel room
and it's still f***ing happening
right now.
It's like we're marked or something.
You feel it. I know you do.
- I feel it.
- Come on.
- No. We have to leave.
F***ing look at her.
We can call the cops
in Boulder if you want.
Let's just grab our things and go.
Right now.
Jesus Christ.
Come on.
Fine.
- David, I'm gonna be sick.
- Hey, it's okay.
It's not okay, I'm gonna...
David, we need to pull off somewhere.
All right.
Sh*t.
Do we even know
where we're going?
I don't see a gas station.
- What about up here?
- Chloe, there's nothing!
Oh, sh*t. Dave, pull over.
- What?
- No, you gotta pull over now.
Damn it.
- Now! Pull over now.
- All right.
Hey.
Elise!
Are you okay, Elise? Are you okay?
Oh, my God, you're freezing.
I feel hot. I need to get
to the bathroom.
No, no, no. We'll find you
somewhere else...
No, I don't want to go
anywhere else. Can you...
Are you okay?
What?
It hurts.
Oh, my God.
It hurts!
Chlo, is she okay?
Uh... Yeah.
It's okay. I'm right here.
- We need to get her to a hospital.
- What's wrong?
- I don't know.
- What?
Seth, stop.
Just give her a minute... Seth!
No.
Elise! Elise, it's me.
What?
Where is she?
Where?
I don't know.
Seth, will you help me?
- Elise!
- Seth.
Calling 911. I need to call 911.
Oh, God, oh, God,
oh, God, oh, God.
911, what is your emergency?
Hi...
My friend's in trouble.
She's missing.
We need your help please!
Hello?
Where are you, again?
We are... We are... Just...
David, where the f*** are we?
Santa Fe in South Los Angeles.
We're at Santa Fe
in South Los Angeles.
Please, my friend, she's in trouble.
Please. We need your...
Hello?
Hello? Operator!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
I don't know. I have no bars.
There's no signal.
Hey!
Hey!
Elise!
Seth!
Elise!
I'm on the third floor,
I don't see her. Elise!
- Elise!
- Okay, just...
Just stay where you are.
We're coming, okay?
Elise!
Come on. Come on.
- Seth!
- Elise!
Sh*t. It's closed off.
- Over here...
- Guys! Where are you?
Please!
Seth!
Seth!
Wait, wait. I hear her.
Oh, God.
Sounds like she's in pain.
Elise!
Wait.
Yo, guys!
- Seth, wait for us.
- I'm coming!
It's a crying shame
It's a suicide
What you do to me
Like a .45
With your finger,
pull that trigger
Looks like mine
You got me feeling fine
Sorry.
Chloe! Help me!
Chloe!
Is that you?
Seth!
Seth, Seth.
Seth, are you there?
Sh*t.
Help! I'm burning!
Oh f***!
I'm f***ing burning!
Seth!
Seth!
Oh, my God.
David.
David, David, your face.
Oh, my God.
Sh*t.
No. No. We need to get out of here.
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