The Visit Page #6

little girl."

BECCA:

That's the elixir.

BECCA:

What are you doing?

This is how

children play, okay?

Hey.

Mom should be home.

Let's go and Skype with her

while they're in the back.

Okay.

BECCA:

This will be

the denouement.

(line ringing)

LORETTA:

Hey, kiddos!

Did you get

my videos?

I know.

I look like an apple.

(chuckles)

Trip was great.

Miguel and I

had a little fight

this morning.

He wanted to get

short-stack pancakes.

I told him

he was gaining

a little weight.

Can you believe it?

Things don't work out

for me.

Mom?

Yeah?

Mom, you need to come

and get us right now.

What?

What happened?

Mom, get in the car

and come right now.

Do you know

how long that would

take by car, Rebecca?

Mom, trust me.

There's something wrong

with Nana and Pop Pop.

I'm telling you,

you need to come

and pick us up tonight.

Becca, you're scaring me.

My heart is in my throat.

We're okay now.

Just come.

Where are they now?

Uh, they're out--

they're outside

by the chicken coops.

They won't see you.

Becca--

BECCA:
They've been acting

so strange, Mom.

We've been

recording them.

Becca, T-T--

I kept telling Becca

something was wrong, didn't I?

Becca, Tyler--

And Nana walks around

at night with a knife.

And Pop Pop had

a gun in his mouth.

Tyler--

I think he was trying

to hurt himself.

Becca, Tyler,

babies,

I need you

to listen to me

very carefully.

Becca, Tyler,

just listen to me.

We are.

Those aren't

your grandparents.

What are you

talking about, Mom?

Where are Nana

and Pop Pop?

You've been staying

with those people

the whole time?

(shuddering)

Masonville

Police Department.

(line ringing)

Come on, come on.

(ringing continues)

(knocking)

What are

you guys doing?

(ringing continues)

We'll be right in,

sweethearts.

(automated recording)

This is the Masonville

County Police Department.

Our officer, Jerry,

is currently

out on dispatch.

Please leave

a message--

(beeps)

Police

aren't answering.

Damn it!

Stupid hick town.

Okay.

I'm gonna keep calling

from the car, I promise.

Get you

and your brother out.

- Try to get

to a neighbor.

- Just stay calm, T.

I'm coming.

We're in a house with--

(door opens)

After we clear up,

I have a fantastic idea.

We should play

a board game.

Families

play board games.

It's our

last night together.

(door closes)

Becca, you'll help me

clean up, right?

You can record it

with your camera.

BECCA:

Okay.

Yeah!

(chuckles, sniffles)

(thunder rumbling)

Maybe we should go outside

and film some evening shots

of the house.

Okay. Sounds good,

Sister.

Could you clean

the oven for me, Becca?

Hmm.

(chuckles)

Get all

the way inside.

TYLER:

Becca?

She's done it before.

We really should

film something outside.

Do this first.

I'll be quick.

Oh, this will

just take a second.

(grunts)

Nana?

Nana?

I can clean those.

Nana, please

open the door.

Oh, that's okay.

Please open it.

NANA:

There she is.

So, what was

the big fuss?

(thunderclap)

Let's make it...

(dice rattling)

a perfect

family night.

(laughing)

(thunder rumbling)

(laughing)

Your Pop Pop

is very competitive

with board games.

Be warned.

POP POP:
If you wanna

move that over here,

that's fine.

NANA:
If we use this table,

there's not room

for the cookies.

T-Diamond Stylus and I

are gonna do one

last interview outside

and be right back.

NANA:

You can sit over there.

Figure out

what the teams are.

(Nana, Pop Pop chattering)

BECCA:

Go, go, go. Hurry.

Brought a coat. I'm coming.

TYLER:

Okay, open it.

BECCA:

Who is that?

(gasps)

Picked teams.

It's young versus old.

(thunder rumbling)

(rattling)

(dice hit table)

POP POP:

Stop rolling all the dice

on every roll!

You're losing the game

for us.

No, I'm not.

We don't have

to keep score.

I'm a Yahtzee master.

Doesn't everyone

in the cafeteria call me

the Yahtzee master?

(stereo:
soul)

What cafeteria?

You wanna win at Yahtzee,

listen to me.

You're not

a Yahtzee master.

That takes 10 years.

(dice hit table)

See?

He's using strategy.

A Milton Bradley-approved

strategy.

I don't know what I'm doing.

- This game is made

by Hasbro, Pop Pop.

- That's a lie.

It used to be made

by Milton Bradley.

Who cares, Becca?

Finally!

I'm having

so much fun.

(laughs)

(sighs) Wow.

My-My battery's

running low.

I'll be right back.

You keep playing

with them, T.

Just keep playing.

I'll be right back.

(spitting)

(rattling)

(stomach rumbles)

(farts)

(continues)

Becca?

(whispers)

Katy Perry.

What time is it, Nana?

Isn't it getting late?

(shrieks)

Yahtzee!

Becca!

BECCA:

I'm going down

into the basement.

I think they have

my grandparents here.

(light switch clicks)

(gasps)

Pop Pop.

Nana?

Are you down here?

(hinge creaking)

Things are not

working out tonight.

(stereo:
needle

sticking in groove)

It's half past 9:00.

I have to get your Nana

to her room.

You wait here.

(thunder rumbling)

(panting)

Nana?

Pop Pop?

"Maple Shade

Psychiatric Hospital"?

(gasps)

Should the three of us

finish the game?

(gasps, whimpers)

(gasps)

My name is Becca Jamison.

If you find this footage--

(screams)

My name is Mitchell.

They kept telling us

you were so great,

how you're gonna visit,

how you're gonna be

a family.

That was a bad thing

they did.

They knew Claire

had put her two children

in those suitcases

in the pond.

She deserved this week

as a grandma.

Claire's kids

are on Sinmorfitellia.

(whimpers)

You're gonna join them.

(screaming)

No!

(grunts)

(screaming)

The only way

to Sinmorfitellia from here

is through the well.

Stop!

Wasn't it

a perfect week?

(whimpers)

I promised her

it would be.

The white thing

with yellow eyes is real.

It waits for us.

I saw it out in the field.

It was laughing at us.

(grunts)

(stereo:

man singing aria)

They're murderers,

Tyler!

Becca!

BECCA:

Get out of here!

Run!

TYLER:

Becca!

POP POP:

We're all dying today, Becca.

No--

(door slams)

(lock clicks)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(continues)

(sobbing, whimpering)

(groans)

(whimpers)

POP POP:

You...

have a magic spell

on you.

(whimpering)

(water runs, stops)

(belt buckle clinking)

(pants unzip)

(shoe hits floor)

(shoe hits

floor)

(whimpering)

Help! Help!

(grunting)

(pounding)

(whimpering)

(whispers)

I never liked you.

(moaning)

BECCA:

Claire?

I'll tell you a story.

(moaning continues)

(gasps, whimpers)

(thunder rumbling)

(clattering)

(whimpers)

(rumbling continues)

(continues)

I have to go to the train

to go to the costume party.

It's a company party.

That's not now.

I know that.

(moans, cackles)

(gasps, whimpers)

(snarling)

(shrieks)

(whimpers)

(moaning)

You have a problem

with germs, don't you?

(whimpers)

(thunderclap)

(whimpering)

(growling)

(moaning, wheezing)

- (growls)

- (gasps)

(Becca screaming)

(growling)

(Nana gasping)

No!

(screaming)

You are blind.

You are blind.

I am the exposer.

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