The Morgue

It's about time.

Don't wait.

Meeting.

Conference room.

Five minutes.

You too, Drake.

Hey, it's Margo Dey.

If it's Philip, don't bother

leaving a message.

Did you hear him, Drake?

Five minutes.

Yeah.

Back to work.

What's that, Patty?

Yes, it is my birthday.

Thank you for remembering.

Now, Maury,

you should know better

than to ask a lady her age.

Damn it, George.

Good night, George.

Hey, it's Margo Dey.

If it's Philip, don't bother

leaving a message.

Hey, Margo, it's Philip.

Listen, we need to talk

about what happened.

We need to talk

about what happened.

I wanted to let you know

that I'm real sorry

and I really

want to talk to you.

And I know today's

a special day for you,

so I thought maybe

we could do something fun,

something that

you want to do.

And I promise

I'll listen this time.

Anyways,

happy birthday.

And call me when

you get this, okay?

I love you, baby.

Bye.

I'll be there on time, yes.

I gotta go. Bye.

- Sorry.

- Sit, please.

The other day we got a call...

domestic dispute.

Found a woman dead...

early 30s,

shot twice in the chest,

once in the head.

- And the happy husband?

- He was out of town.

- Hmm. The happy sideshow.

- Sideshow?

Whoever she was

blowing that day.

The point is the husband came home

and told us about the kid.

Which brings us

to our Amber.

Top priority.

Don't you ever

do that again.

Come on.

What?

Nothing.

Come on.

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

Oh, you've gotta be

f***ing kidding me.

God.

Hey, George.

Hello?

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

- What?

I said I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to startle you.

Haven't I seen you?

Oh... no.

We're just passing through

on our way to a family reunion.

That is,

until we ran out of gas.

Right, Peter?

Right, Peter?

Oh, yeah.

Truck doesn't run

on empty.

And how are you tonight?

I have to pee.

Look, it's been

a really long day for us.

Do you mind if

we use your bathroom?

Oh, no no,

of course not.

- Right this way.

- Thanks.

Where is it?

I gotta go.

We're almost there.

There.

I know. I tried

that calcium lime stuff,

bleach, everything.

Nothing seems to remove it.

What happened?

Owners say that one

of their employees, Horace,

just went crazy.

Came in here

and killed himself.

That's supposed

to be the blood.

Don't think about it, Horace.

Now he's stuck

in purgatory...

half dead, half alive,

haunting the grounds

until his soul can be laid to rest.

That's the most ridiculous

thing I've ever heard.

I know.

I think it's scary.

Finish up, please.

What the hell are you

doing here, anyway?

Um...

well, it pays well

'cause no one else

wants to do it.

And besides, I'd rather spend time

with my quiet friends

than a boss up my ass,

you know?

All set?

All right.

What is it?

What's wrong?

I saw someone.

Oh, well,

that's just George.

He's the night watchman.

There's mud on the mirror.

That's impossible,

I just cleaned it.

It was right here.

Ha ha, very funny.

- I'm hungry.

- Do you like cookies?

How about chocolate chip?

Well, I have some.

Come on.

Swing a right.

I made them myself.

- What do you say?

- Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thanks again for everything.

Oh God, not a problem.

Ooh!

There's a truck outside.

Do you know who it belongs to?

George?

George?

He must have stepped out.

I'm sure he'll be right back.

Closest town's Birmingham.

It's like six miles back.

Why don't you just

stay here for a while

- until he gets back?

- We don't really have a...

What choice

do we have?

Look, is there a place

I can wait for him?

Yeah, front lobby.

He goes in through there.

All right.

- Come on.

- Where do you think you're going?

We're coming with you.

I don't want to go.

Let's go.

I said let's go.

Hey, I have

a deck of cards

and we can play,

eat some cookies

in the coffee lounge if you want.

Is that okay with you?

Fine.

You be good, okay?

Come on.

Right this way.

Whatcha doing?

Building a card house.

Very cool.

Help! Someone!

Help! Somebody!

Please, we need some help!

My friend Samim...

- I think he's dying.

- Yeah, of course!

You got a cell phone?

I can't find mine.

Cell phones

don't work in this area.

Listen, we have a land line.

I'll call 9-1-1.

No, don't!

I'll do it!

I mean...

l... I know the situation.

I can explain it better.

Okay... phone's this way.

- Here, just help Samim with this, all right?

- Yeah yeah yeah.

Honey, honey, it's okay.

It's okay.

Listen, just let me

help him, okay?

Damn it.

What the hell?

The door's locked.

- No, it can't be.

- Well, it is.

I got keys. Listen, just give me

a second, okay, honey?

Just give me a second.

It shouldn't be.

Like I said.

Where are my damn keys?

Let's try the one

down the hall.

Over there.

Hello? George?

George?

Ooh! Did you get help?

I gotta head back.

I gotta check on Samim.

How do we get out of here?

Well, let me show you.

A**hole.

Excuse me...

excuse me, George?

Hey, we're talking to you.

We ran out of gas

about a mile up.

Could you help us out?

We'd really

appreciate it.

Peter...

Let me handle this.

Peter, don't.

Let me.

Fine.

I'll just grab Jill,

get the hell

out of this place.

What happened?

Can I ask you

what happened?

- Get the...

- Dude, shut up!

- You've gotta...

- I've got it, okay?

We're... we're not

gonna get in trouble.

Okay, just f***in' drive!

Son of a...

Hey, George is back.

Jill, come...

Who are they?

All right, Jill,

come on.

Come on.

Nan?

Nan!

Where is she?

Come on.

Let's go back inside.

Back inside.

- Has Nan come back?

- No, I haven't seen her.

George.

Stay here!

Hey.

- Wait!

- What?

I'm coming with you.

You don't know

how to talk to George.

He's been through a lot.

- Fine.

- Listen, he just lost his daughter.

He doesn't want to talk

to anyone but me.

George, where are ya?

George, you there?

George?

He must have

left again.

Great.

Now what?

I think he has a flashlight

around here somewhere.

Hold on.

Here.

Perfect.

Try these...

Look. Bingo.

- Here we go.

- Yeah, keep the pack.

Right this way.

What is that?

Check it out.

Oh my God, are you okay?

What's going on?

Somebody's after us!

When's help getting here?

Horace...

it's him, isn't it?

Where are they?

Honey, I am not gonna let

anything happen to you.

Margo, open the door!

- It's Peter! Open the door!

- You are not going out there.

You're not gonna risk my life and everyone

else's for somebody I don't know, okay?

- We're gonna find another way out of here.

- Open the goddamn door!

Samim, don't worry.

I'm gonna get us some help.

Margo, please,

open this door!

We are not opening

the door, it's a trap!

Open the door!

- He needs our help!

- Listen, we're not going out there!

It's quiet.

Don't.

He's hurt.

Margo!

Peter!

Peter!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

No no, no no.

Come.

- Open the door!

- Who is it?

Open up!

Margo!

Can someone tell me

what the f*** that was?!

Someone?

It's Horace.

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