Sinister 2 Page #3

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- Why not?

Uh...

Because I got tired of seeing

people on their bad days.

I think you're good at dealing with people

on their bad days.

Thanks.

Uh, thanks. Thanks for dinner.

You don't have to leave.

No, I... I have a really

long drive in the morning,

and it's... it's dark.

Does this place really spook you that much?

No, it's not like that.

Yes, it really does.

It's really no problem.

I can fix up the couch.

- No...

- Please stay.

Oh, shi...

What the hell am I doing here?

Jesus Christ.

You can't sleep, huh?

No.

Do you smoke?

Uh... no.

Not really, um... This

is a secret cigarette,

- 'cause I'm a secret smoker.

- Gotcha.

You can't say anything to my boys.

They don't know.

Okay, sure. I don't know when I would.

I'm not their dad. That's weird.

That is weird.

Don't say that.

It's like, oh, well, I wish you were.

Was that true today what you said earlier,

about getting arrested?

Yeah. It's true.

You didn't do it... did you?

No, no. God, no. No,

it's nothing like that.

That writer I was telling

you about, Ellison Oswalt.

He's a friend of mine.

I gave him some files and some information,

even after my boss told me not to.

And since I was the last

person to talk to him,

and the only other person

they saw coming and going

from his home, I was a really easy suspect.

I was cleared of all the charges.

Your boss was pissed 'cause

you went behind his back.

Yeah. Yeah.

Fired me the day that I was cleared.

You miss it, huh?

Most days.

- Yeah, I do.

- Mmm.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Ask away.

Was it Dylan?

What do you mean?

That he hit.

How could you tell?

It's just that he reminds me of me.

Clint beat him real bad.

He sent him to the emergency room.

All his cop buddies

weren't gonna do anything.

So you left.

Yeah.

So what's the plan?

Uh... get the hell out of here.

Know where you're gonna go?

Far as I can.

What are you gonna do?

Get a job, I guess.

- Yeah, furniture stuff?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I saw inside the church.

- Yeah.

- It's really cool.

- Thank you.

It's antique restoration, actually.

It feels almost magical

to turn something worn out

into something that's...

something that's beautiful again, you know?

Like, polished and worthwhile.

Something that's gonna be

here long after you're gone.

Yeah.

Like kids.

Yeah, like kids.

Come on.

I don't want to.

I want to go back to sleep.

Sweet dreams.

This one's mine.

Just play it.

I know you're there.

Why'd you have to pick him?

Because you're not good

enough to be one of us.

You're not smart enough

to do what he can do.

Uh-uh. I'm better than

him. I'm smarter too.

If you were, then we would have chosen you.

Tell anyone of this,

and he'll take you first,

then kill your whole family.

Who, Dylan?

Then who?

Okay. Okay.

Okay, okay.

Ooh!

- I can...

- Shh.

Now, listen up. Listen up.

- I live alone, so...

- Shh. Okay.

My God, I have to go to bed.

I have to go to sleep.

Okay.

It's been so long since I felt safe.

Sorry.

No, don't... it's not sorry.

I, um... I need to go to bed.

Yeah. Yeah, tomorrow...

I have... Um... I have a long...

- I have a long drive tomorrow.

- Okay, okay.

Are you gonna be okay?

- Yeah. Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Okay, good night, Courtney.

Good night.

Hey!

Oh, hey.

Got you this for the road.

You didn't have to do that. Really. Thanks.

You're going to have to

bring that back, though.

Oh, I promise. I'll be back tomorrow.

But... But listen.

Whatever you do, don't...

don't leave the house. Okay?

Trust me.

Okay.

Okay. All right, and I

left my number inside.

Yeah, I got it. That's mine.

So call me when you get there safe

and if you need anything.

Yeah, okay. Um, same deal.

Okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- I'll see ya.

- See ya.

"Same deal"?

Same deal.

Jesus.

Sorry. Uh, thanks.

Oh, yeah, sure, man.

Uh, so, uh...

I'm not really sure...

- You all right?

- Yeah, no, I'm fine.

Uh, just a little too much coffee.

Um, you wanna take a seat?

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

Great. Um, here, uh...

Look, I really appreciate

you making the trip.

You're helping me.

Yeah.

You want a drink?

No, that's okay.

I'm going to have a drink. Cheers.

Um... what is all of this about?

Um...

have you ever seen one of these?

This? Yeah, sure, it's a ham radio.

Oh, great, then you've heard

of the Norwegian bughuul.

No.

Um...

years ago,

back in the '70s,

several ham radio enthusiasts,

they ran across a strange transmission.

One night, out of nowhere,

on a rarely used band,

this... this children's piano

starts tinkling.

And for years... I

mean, this thing would...

it would come and go...

I mean, it became an urban legend

until one day,

in the late '90s...

someone finally caught it on tape.

Eight, nine, nine...

five, zero, zero...

one, zero, seven...

five, one, nine...

Stop.

W-What were the numbers?

- Coordinates.

- To where?

A house. A farm.

In the middle of Norway, where

an entire family was murdered...

in 1973.

So tell me, this murder...

is there a...

Missing child?

...bughuul...

...bughuul...

Bughuul.

Are there other broadcasts like this?

There are at least three others like it.

Now, this radio I have seen

over with Jonas' things,

along with this map.

But Jonas found the pattern.

Yet the families are only

murdered after they leave the house

where Bughuul found them.

That's how I've been stopping it.

I've been burning the houses down.

Wait, so the Oswalt house? That was...

Yeah.

The pattern isn't the only

thing that Jonas found.

He also realized the piano

was of particular significance.

There are fragments... references...

to Bughuul... the Bogeyman...

across all cultures, over

the centuries, that...

some cultures believed

that it lived in another realm,

reachable only by ritual

or sacrifice.

And others believed that it... it fed

off of the corruption of innocents,

but no matter what,

there are always three things in common.

There's a murdered family,

missing children,

and some form of iconological totem

or a thematic offering.

An image, literature, music.

Okay, so the murders

are captured through art?

It's aesthetic observance of violence.

But that little girl,

the piano,

what exactly did she say?

It's Norwegian.

She says...

"Quiet, Bughuul can't hear

me over your yelling, Mom."

It's the kids.

He gets the kids?

It's the kids.

He gets the kids?

It's the kids... kids...

Okay, you should probably

destroy that thing,

like soon.

Yeah, yeah, I really should.

Listen to me. There's another problem.

I found another house.

Then burn it down. Break the chain again.

I can't. It's not that simple.

There's already a family

that's living in there...

a mother and her two...

and her two boys.

Jeez... What... Detective!

Say it!

- Stop it!

- Say it!

Say I'm better than you!

Say it!

Say it! Say it! Say it!

Okay, okay.

You're better than me.

You're better than me.

Say you're nothing.

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