We Go On Page #4
- Year:
- 2016
- 90 min
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Whatever sh*t needs doing,
have for years.
Yeah, better not.
I have a sniffle.
Sorry, I'm Nelson.
Miles.
I'm the guy who...
Actually, you're the guy.
I'm the guy-
Tell me how you know
about the woman
in the tape I'm cutting.
I already told you my message.
She told me.
Look, you wouldn't be here
if you didn't sort of
believe me, right?
Is she the ghost
you're gonna show me,
the clock woman?
Oh, no.
She's just someone
I came across.
Look, you'll understand after.
Once you see what
I'm gonna show you,
you're kind of gonna be
in the inner circle
on this thing, and...
well... you'll be
open to it.
To them.
Like, uh, you ever drop acid?
Once.
Yeah.
Then you know.
It's kind of like that.
A door gets opened,
it doesn't get closed again.
You still want to see?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I won't survive jail.
Oh, don't worry.
Yeah, no one will come looking.
This is my territory.
I know the ins and outs.
Tell me what's over there first.
You're afraid.
Yes.
Your ad didn't make you
seem like you'd be afraid.
I guess I learned along the way.
Good.
That'll help.
You know, just think
of your lady.
That's what I do.
I think of my Alice.
You ought to meet her, really.
Now you got a lady?
Just tell me what's over there.
That over there
is called Surf Ridge.
In the '30s, like old
Hollywood times, right?
The well-offs came in
and nabbed this spot.
Real nice little
beach community.
Until the baby airstrip next
door started to grow, right?
And now, it's...
wait for it...
LAX!
Yeah, it's jet fuel raining
down, it's walls shaking.
Yeah, they went packing.
Went back to Beverly Hills
or... wherever.
The place weren't worth nothing
to nobody at that point,
so they built a fence,
left it a ghost town.
What houses are left
are used for no good.
I know guys on security detail
don't even bother
snooping around no more.
Let the worst of things
stay in the dark, you know?
Or maybe you don't know.
Eh, maybe me neither.
Maybe sick twists
like you and me
gotta go poking.
That's the place, isn't it?
Yep.
Something taking up in there
that ain't human.
Not nearly.
Not anymore, anyways.
What you thinking?
Honestly?
I'm at like a 68% chance
of being robbed
and killed and raped.
You really brought
the money with you?
Yeah.
You know what?
If this is some sort
take the money and...
save me the torture.
I really can't
handle that at all.
Pay what you want.
If you want.
After.
I mean, I just want
to share, you know?
I want to get you into
that inner circle, buddy,
just like you want, okay?
I see you getting your spine.
Whenever get yourself
a lady, like my lady.
Hey, you should meet my lady.
She'd say herself.
You don't got
any worries with me.
All right, I don't got
any guns or knives.
It's not me
you're scared of, huh?
You're scared of that house
and what's inside that house.
You already know this is real.
Is it dangerous?
Depends what you mean.
Better see for yourself.
Might want to hold your nose.
Lots of strays get in and sh*t
and die and God knows what.
I'm pretty used to it.
It's pretty ripe.
(Miles groans)
Hey.
First door on the left.
That's where he is.
(cat screeches)
Hmm.
Open it.
(chuckles)
(jet passing overhead)
(distorted)
Surprise.
Now we're together.
(plane flying overhead)
(muttering)
Oh, God, oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus.
(jet passing overhead)
(gasping)
Breathe, Miles,
breathe, breathe.
Breathe.
Oh, my God, you're okay.
You're okay.
You're okay,
you're okay, you're okay.
No, you're not.
You look like pure sh*t.
Do you know a guy named Nelson?
Yeah.
He's in Surf Ridge
in an abandoned house, upstairs.
Tell them that he's dead
in that place.
Oh, dear.
(laughing)
(jet passing overhead)
(engine starts)
(cell phone ringing)
Mom'?
Are you...
(Nelson)
Surprise.
overlapping distorted voices)
(car horn blares)
(voices whispering)
(driver on PA)
Next stop, Robertson.
(distorted screaming)
(inhales deeply)
(driver)
Next stop, Crenshaw.
Crenshaw coming up.
(distorted voices whispering)
Mom! Mom!
Mom?
Mom?
Hi, baby boy...
Oh, Jesus!
Oh!
(Chokes)
You smell horrible!
Mom, wait...
Why do you smell
like sh*t and rot?
(static distortion)
Mom, shut off the TV, please.
It is off.
Miles, what were you
thinking driving alone?
I'm having...
You can't even walk
down the street by your...
I just saw a dead man...
I don't understand, just...
Listen!
Something terrible happened
and it hasn't stopped happening.
It's still happening.
What's wrong with your eyes?
I see terrible things
at the back of my eyelids
when I...
so I'm trying not to blink.
When I do... please don't
make me think about it,
because then it just happens.
Miles...
somebody dosed you.
What?
Somebody?
Dosed you!
Drugged you!
They did, didn't they?
Somebody... slipped
you something
and made you see God knows what,
and now you're on
a bad trip and...
Hey, Miles, you're
going to be fine.
You are.
You just... you have to
get cleaned up,
and, uh, we'll
take you to a Doctor...
My keys, my car...
where is it?
So, you met a man who...
took you to see his own ghost?
No.
I met a ghost who took me
to see his own dead body.
The man on the voice-mail
message we heard,
the unknown caller?
He's not a man.
Not a man, okay.
But, well, he called you, right?
Actually, no.
It never rang.
Never got a missed call.
It was just a message,
so that must mean...
Mr. Grissom.
(distorted hissing scream)
Please, please,
just try to relax, okay?
Oh, my God.
Okay!
Oh, my God, Mom, make it stop!
Make it stop, make it stop.
There's nothing there.
Honey, there's nothing there!
Oh, my God, Mom.
It's not in my blood.
It's not a bad trip, Mom.
I'm haunted!
I'm haunted, he's still here!
It isn't drugs,
but it is in you.
Bill was afraid, too.
Bill?
Dad?
You called him that.
What happened to him?
I found him hanging.
After they said he...
suffocated because...
the neck didn't break
how he wanted
when the rope...
when it...
What you never knew
is that your father
was afraid all the time.
Afraid of ghosts?
No.
The world, like you,
when this started.
By then, it was heights
and cars, it was people,
it was fire and water
and it was just...
It was all closing
in around him.
The note he left said to lie.
That... that everyone
should lie.
I think he thought if you knew,
then you'd grow up
expecting it to happen.
She wasn't a fake.
Josefina was the real thing.
Oh, my God.
That was Dad in the room.
He was trying to
tell me something.
He's trying to warn me.
And you lied.
Stop, stop the bus!
How far you going?
Inglewood.
I don't know, man.
He don't exactly look normal.
You have to ride
in the back, fella.
(distorted scream)
Josefina, please!
Sir, we're closed.
You have to go.
Come.
Hey.
(Speaking Spanish)
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