We Go On Page #4

Synopsis: Paralyzed by his fear of dying, Miles Grissom takes out an advert offering 30000 dollars in reward money to the first person who can show him evidence of an angel, a demon, or prove that ghosts exist - anything to prove to him that we go on after our deaths. He narrows the responses down to three viable candidates - a scientist, a medium, and a worldly entrepreneur. Along with his protective mother, he embarks on an adventure through Los Angeles that will spiral into an unthinkable nightmare.
  2 wins & 2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.8
Year:
2016
90 min
62 Views


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

of weird stick up,

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.

(car radio turns on,

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!

I believe you, I believe you.

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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