Innkeepers, The (2011)

[bunniefuu]

[Ethereal music]

♪♪

What's up, Claire?

Hey.

So this is it, huh?

Just you and me.

End of days...

Ha.

Yeah.

Uh, have you talked to Ron lately?

Ron is in Barbados snorkeling
for the ever-elusive

Double Back Saddle Fish

and he left explicit instructions
not to be disturbed.

Yeah, well, if you owned this place
you'd be off to Barbados, too.

Sure, I would. Especially if I had
two saps back at home

waiting to cover for me.

Oh, did you get your camera fixed?

No, it's totaled.

I have to send it back
to Pana-suck-a*s.

I have my microphones though,

so we can make do wth EVP
investigations.

OK.

Oh hey, that reminds me.

I have to show you something.

So...

I was trolling around on some of
the paranormal forums last night

and I came across something
pretty interesting.

You're definitely
gonna wanna see this.

What is it?

Hold on.
Just watch...

Look closely...

I missed it the first time...

it's gonna blow your mind...

it's really heavy...

[Demonic screech]

You b*stard!

So good!

Oh my God.
Every time.

Oh my god.

[Laughs]

[inhaler puff]

What room did you take?

Uh... .

Of course.

Hey, I've been here
since last night.

That's just the way it goes.

is taken,

other than that
it's pretty much wde open.

Second floor only though,
remember?

Third floor is already done.

Only one guest?
Brutal.

Eh, it doesn't take
a genius to figure out

why this place
is going out of business.

Hm.

OK, I'll take room .

I figured we'd take
seven to seven shifts.

Something like that...

Alright.
Sounds good.

I'll bring it back down.

[Desk bell rings]

[Ethereal music]

♪♪

OK, sweetie.

Come here.

OK.

[Sighs]

[TV swtches on]

[Old movie plays]

OK, if I could just
get you to sign that.

Here's your room key,
number .

You wanna head up
to the top of the stairs

and take a right
and another quick right,

sorta like a dog leg.

And then you go about
halfway down the hallway

and it's on the right hand side.

You can't miss it.

Thank you.

Do you know who that is?

it's Leanne Reese-Jones.

OK.

She was the mom on
"Like Mother Like Son"!

Dude, she's super-famous.

OK, whatever.

Man...

Leanne Rease-Jones...

I wonder what she's doing here.

She's guest-speaking at
some convention in Pottstown.

How do you know that?

She told me.

What?

What else did she tell you?

Nothing.
Why are you acting so weird?

I'm not.

Well, here's her autograph.
Just relax.

Whatever. Why are you
being so grouchy today?

I'm not.
I'm just stressed.

This site is k*lling me.

Let me see it.

Mm...

[Scrolling mouse]

it looks good.

I hate web design.

it looks really good.

I like the little ghosts.

it's not the most professional,
but it's not bad.

There's a lot of
money in this right now.

I just... I have to act fast.

Looks really good.

I like it.

And, you know,
once we get some proof on there,

it won't matter what it looks like.

Hey, so I was thinking.

it seems like when something
really creepy happens,

nobody else is around, right?

Like every time you've seen stuff,
you were alone.

So...

I was just thinking that since
the hotel is practically empty,

we might have a chance
of making some real contact.

Does that makes sense?

Yeah.

Yeah. I think this weekend's
gonna be it.

We're gonna get something good.
I can feel it.

- What?
- What?

What?

What...?

[Phone rings]

Front desk.

Yes, Ms. Reese-Jones.

Oh, sure.
I'll send them right up for you.

You're welcome.

I forgot to stock the towels.

I'll get them.

Good, save me the ulcer.

That Gayle in
is driving me nuts

and I don't want her to see me.

Oooh, that lady wth the kid?

I know, what's her deal?

She was giving me
total agro vibes upstairs.

She had a huge fight
wth her husband

and she's staying here 'til Sunday
wth her son as payback.

She's having a very hard time

and she wants him to realize
how hard his life is wthout her.

How do you know all that?

She told me.

Why do you seem so surprised
that I talk to the guests?

Um-hm

Go on, superfan.
Don't keep the talent waiting.

[Front desk bell rings]

[Knocking]

Miss Rease-Jones?

I have your towels...

[Shower running]

Miss Rease-Jones?

Oh, be a lamb and
hand me one of those...

Thank you.

You're welcome, Miss Rease-Jones.

[Shower turns off]

Call me Lee.

Ok.

What's your name, sweetheart?

Claire.

You're a life saver, Claire.

Oh, no no... I couldn't.
I couldn't

Come on. You'll hurt
an old lady's feelings.

Thanks, Miss, uh, Lee.

I'm a really big fan of yours!

"Like Mother Like Son" was
one of my all time favorite shows,

and you were amazing in it

and in "The Waking of Eleanor".

I love that film.

Yeah, I used to watch it all
the time growng up wth my mom.

I even used to put my hair in,
like, little braids, like you did.

I mean, they never
looked as good though.

Well, thank you.

That's very nice of you to say.

And what do you do, Claire?

I work at the front desk.

So if there's anything else
that you need, just let me know.

I mean, this is our
last weekend open

so Luke and I are
the only ones on staff today.

Yeah, we're actually sleeping
here instead of going home.

it's pretty crazy.

I meant in life.

Are you an aspiring actress?

is that what makes you such
an astute fan of my work?

Me?

No... I just work at the hotel.

Oh...

But... I'm kinda like... you
know..in between... stuff.

OK...

Uh, Claire...

The towels.

Right.

Of course, yes.

There you go.

How did it go?

You two gonna
collaborate on something?

She kind of made me
feel like an as*h*le.

Well, she's an actress.

What's that supposed to mean?

And what do you know
about actresses anyway?

I don't know a lot,

but I do know a little bit
about a lot of things...

Ugh, why did she
have to be such a bummer?

And why do you
have to be so negative?!

I'm not negative, I'm a realist.
There's a difference.

You're pessimistic.

Pessimism is just a
higher form of optimism.

if you expect nothing from people,

then you go through life
being pleasantly surprised.

Yeah, well, nobody
loves an albatross.

I'm going to get some coffee.
You want anything?

I do not.

Fine!

[inhaler puff]

Hey, how's it going?

What can I get for you?

Um... ah...

I'll tell you what.
You take your time

and if you have any questions,
just let me know.

Doesn't a cyclops
always have one eye?

What do you mean?

Never mind.

Um, I wll have a large soy mocha
latte wth a pump of caramel.

Good choice.

So, uh, how are things
going next door?

Uh... fine.

[Coffee machine sputters]

Can I speak frankly wth you?

I mean, I know we don't know
each other that well but

I see you all the time
and we're all girls here.

This Sunday, my boyfriend is
taking me on a picnic to the bay

and I'm really excited.

I know it's going to be
super-romantic,

and I think that

I'm not letting myself
be fully excited

because there's something in our
relationship that's been bothering me,

which is that we've been
together for almost a year

and he still has not told me
that he loves me.

And I just need to talk
to somebody about it because

I don't want to ask him to tell me.
I mean, he said it on iM.

That's the thing,
he said it on iM.

Which my friend
says doesn't count.

it's like saying
"I love you" during sex.

it doesn't count.

And so I wonder if...

Where's your coffee?

They ran out.

is that annoying girl still there?

Ugh. Yes.

What a fail-blog.

Epic.

Do you ever think about
when you dropped out of college

and wonder if you made
the right choice?

Every day.

Why do people have
such high expectations?

Everything happens
for a reason, Claire.

Nobody just ends up
at the Yankee Pedlar.

I guess.

You know what really
gets me though?

Hold that thought.

My eyes feel like they've
been doused in Tapatio.

I need to go upstairs.

What?

I'm sorry, I'm dead.

We can talk about your upcoming
quarter-life crisis tomorrow.

I just need to tap out right now.

Fine.

Leave your computer though.

What?
I'm not gonna hack the system.

I just wanna look up
a pair of high tops.

And it gets really boring when
there's nobody else at the hotel.

And my book sucks.

OK.
Just be careful wth it.

Duh.

Oh and if you get the itch
to do any recording,

the recorder is charging
in the back office.

You remember how to use it you
just plug the microphone into the--

I know how to do it.
I get it.

Geez. I'd hate to be a ghost
in this hotel tonight.

Goodnight, Claire.

Goodnight, Luke.

[Clock chimes]

[Sighs]

Where is your website?

[Scoffs]

Wow, don't forget
to remind him about this.

[Door creaking shut]

Oh.

Tragedy.

Kinda creepy.

[Bang]

[Bang]

[Bang]

[Louder bang]

Whoa.

sh*t.

How do you work this thing?

[Bang]

[Banging continues]

I don't wanna scare you but
I'm standing right behind you.

f*ck!
What the f*ck!?

Oh my God!

Jesus Christ!
You scared the sh*t out of me!

- What are you doing
over here anyway?
- Crap!

I thought I heard a noise, dude!

Like what?

Banging.
Like a banging, man. Ugh!

- OK, well,
- God.

I woke up and
couldn't go back to sleep.

So we can swtch now if you want.

f*ck!
Ok! God!

God!

Sorry.

Ugh!

f*ck!

[Laughs]

My heart is pounding.

Do you know the story
of Madeline O'Malley?

She was the woman
that died here in the hotel.

She hung herself

after her fiancée stood her up
on their wedding day.

The original owners of the hotel

thought it would be bad press
and hurt the business.

So they hid her dead body
in the wood cellar for three days

before they could smuggle
her out on the loading bay.

When the people of the town
finally figured out

what had happened here,

they were outraged.

So the owners of the hotel
had to close it down

and were forced to sell it.

Nobody came through here
again until the sixties.

And, ever since then,

people have reported seeing
the ghost of Madeline O'Malley.

Roaming the hallways,
waiting for her lover.

Some say she's even looking
to take up a new one.

Excuse me?

What are you doing?

Mommy!

What's going on?

She said there's
a ghost in the hotel!

She says it's coming to get me!

I never said that!

What is the matter wth you?

He's just a child.

Sweetie?

Sweetie.

it's OK.
it's not real.

Just a story, OK?

All right?
Come here.

[Kisses forehead]

I don't need this.

I have enough going on in my life.

Yes, ma'am.

You OK?

And you.
We still need towels.

I am tired of asking.

Don't make me the bad guy in this.

Right.

We're in room .

Yeah, I know which room you're in.

I work in the hotel.

Come on, sweetie.
it's a silly story, right?

You OK?

Ay yi yi.

Oh, I bought that cheap bread.
I can taste it.

Never skimp on bread.

You'll always regret it.

So, why do you think
she sticks around here?

Beats me.

Our rates aren't that cheap.

The Courtyard by Marriot
on Route is much better.

No, not her.

I mean Madeline.

What do you think she wants?

I don't know.

I don't spend too much time trying
to figure out what women want.

Especially dead ones.

Please...

Well, when you saw her,
what did she look like?

Like, was she all dead-looking?

The thing about
physical encounters is

you don't really
remember the details.

it's weird because
you think you would but its like

she was there one minute
and gone the next.

it's almost like
she was never even there at all.

I don't know. it's hard to explain.
You kind of just had to be there.

God, I'm so jealous.

But if I saw her
I probably would've freaked out.

[Chuckles]

I can't believe you
never had your camera wth you.

I know.
it kills me.

You down for some
recording tonight?

Mm... definitely.

We've gotta find some proof
that Madeline O'Malley exists

before this place closes down.
We have to.

imagine how she feels,
being stuck here forever.

We gotta get something on tape.

it's like a moral imperative.

[Groans in disgust]

Eh!

[Big sigh]

[Trash bag leaks]

Oh my God.

ick!

Hi, Lee!

[Scoffs]

[Scraping noise]

[Scraping noise]

[Scraping noise]

[Scraping noise continues]

[Screams]

[inhaler puff]

sh*t!

How'd you get in there, bird?

Luke.

Luke, you are not going to believe
what just happened to me.

Luke?

[Toilet flushes]

What?

Uh... never mind.

I'm a pumpkin.

I'm gonna k*ll the snake.

Don't forget to record.

I left the list
for you on the desk.

OK.

Enjoy your internet porn.

[Scoffs]

This is EVP recording
of the laundry room.

[Room tone]

[Static]

Luke, I'm skipping this one.

There's nothing in here.

This is the EVP recording
of the banquet room.

I'm trying to contact the
spirit of Madeline O'Malley.

Madeline, if you can hear me,
please give us a sign.

[Room tone]

[Static garbles]

Damnit, Luke, you said
this thing would be set up.

[Static hiss]

[Whisper in static]

[Distant piano playing]

[Piano playing]

[Static hiss]

[Piano playing gets louder]

[Piano stops]

[Static hiss]

[Piano chord]

Luke!

Luke!

Luke, Come on!
Wake up!

Come on! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!

Hold it, hold it, hold it!

Luke!

Coming!
Jesus Christ.

What the eff?

Claire, I still have, like,
two hours left, man!

Dude!
You have to listen to this!

The piano was playing by itself!

I think it was her!

Come on,
I'll be down at seven.

I'll listen to it then.

No!
No, I'm scared!

OK, come in.

sh*t.

Uh... actually...

I'm... OK...

You sure?

Yeah, I think I just freaked
out for a minute but I'll...

I'll be fine.

OK.

Well, I'll be down
in a few hours, alright?

OK.

[Sighs]

Do you mind
keeping it down?

Do I have to ask you again?

You know what?

Just back off, OK?!

You're asking me what I "do"
the other day?

Well, I just recorded an
unexplainable phenomenon!

There is a ghost in this hotel

and I got it on tape
and it's a big deal!

So just...
Leave me alone!

Come wth me for a moment.

Here, sit.

You need a drink.

Cheers.

[Coughs]

[Gags]

You alright?

Mm-hmm.

Tell me about what you saw.

I...

Look.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

I have a tendency
not to be a nice person.

I know that.

Please don't take it personally.

I don't apologize more than once.

Look, I can help you
wth what you're looking for.

I just need to know what it is
that you're looking for.

I'm sorry.

Help me wth... what?

Do you know what this is?

it's a pendulum.

it's used to answer life's
more... difficult questions.

Do you know why I'm here?

You're speaking at an
acting convention in Pottstown?

No.

I'm not here for acting.

I'm here as a guest
at a healers' gathering.

That's what I do now.
it's my true calling.

Claire, everything in
this world is connected.

Whether we understand that or not
depends on our sense of perception,

our wllingness to communicate.

Now, you want to communicate
wth the spirits in this hotel?

I can help you do that.

I just need to know what it is
that you want from them.

I don't know.

if they're real?

The... the ghosts?

Spirits.

There is no real
in this world, Claire.

it's all a state of being.

There are no beginnings.

There are no ends.

There are no ghosts.

We're each divine beings

that incorporate one energy
in the universe.

Like, uh...

Droplets of water in a vast ocean.

The universe has a plan for
each and every one of us.

Now, I want you to ignore what
your conscious mind tells you.

And open yourself up, OK?

What is it that you want
from these spirits?

I want to know if it was

Madeline O'Malley
playing the piano downstairs.

And if she really is
the spirit living in this hotel.

Hmm.

Ask again.

This time, close your eyes
and really concentrate.

Open yourself up.

Really ask it.
Ask it directly.

Are you the spirit
of Madeline O'Malley?

Did you die in this hotel?

Was that you playing the piano?

They won't say who they are.

They?

There are three of them.

What do they want?

Same thing you do.

What?

To live.

But they're not alive.

There was a terrible
tragedy in this hotel.

Something about the basement.

A mistake?

it's her.
it's Madeline.

That's where they hid her body.

You mustn't go down
into the basement.

Why?
is that where she's trapped?

is her spirit trapped in there?

You can't save her.

They tried to warn her.
They tried to help her.

Who's they?
What do they want?

What happened?

I lost contact.

[Sign squeaks]

[Shower turns off]

Luke.

No towels.

[inhaler puff]

[Screaming]

[Alarm clock beeping]

[Screams]

Luke!

OK.

That's it,
I've had enough.

We're going back to your dad.

OK?

Drink.

Don't worry about Gozer
and her demon seed leaving.

You actually did us a favor.

Claire, you're really
freaking me out.

You gotta pull it together.

You're way out
in the weeds right now.

it happened to me when I started
messing around wth this stuff.

You really gotta be careful
about what's going on up here.

You start thinking you're seeing
things and it might never stop.

OK, fine.

The dream is one thing.

But what about the piano?

And what about
everything that Lee said?

I listened to the piano tape

and I don't know
what to tell you.

Maybe it's explainable.
Maybe it isn't.

But it's not worth
getting yourself worked up over.

None of this is.

As for the kook upstairs...

Look, Claire,

how many times have you seen
someone on late night TV

hawking their psychic wares
to an audience full of rubes?

Tons, right?

And how many times have you seen
a psychic in the newspaper,

solving crimes or

healing someone wthout medicine
or wnning the lottery?

Almost never, right?

That's because it's all bullshit.

it's hocus-pocus.

That woman upstairs is just
an insecure old actress

and she's just trying
to stay relevant.

it's pathetic.

OK.

Don't you want to try to
figure out what's going on here?

Why aren't you more
intrigued by this?

I mean, this could be it.

This could be Madeline
trying to make contact

and you just don't even care.

isn't this supposed
to be your deal?

[Bell ringing]

I swear to God,
if that b*tch is back wth her kid...

Be cool.

Can I help you, sir?

Yes, I'd like a room
for the night, please.

OK, just one night?

Yes.

I'd like Room , please.

I'm sorry, sir, that room's
not available right now.

We only have rooms
available on the second floor

on account of this being
our last weekend open.

No.

I must have Room , please.

This is very important to me.

I came a long way.

Sir?

All the rooms on the third floor
have been stripped.

So if you don't mind
bringing up some sheets

and sleeping in a room
wthout furniture then...

I think we can help you out.

That would be fine.

OK, well, if I could just get a
credit card for the reservation.

I'll pay cash.

OK, we usually need a credit card
in case there are any damages.

Take this, please.

OK.

Let's go get you some sheets.

Some sheets...

Have a nice day.

That was very kind of you,
helping me out back there.

Oh, it's no problem.

I mean, I figured this whole place
is gonna be a parking lot anyway so

if somebody wants a certain room,

who am I to stop them?

it's really no big deal.

Sir?

Oh, thank you.

is where
I spent my honeymoon.

Oh.

This old place holds some
special memories for me.

it's interesting,

come back to a place
that feels like you never left.

Almost like you're right at home.

Don't you think?

I don't know.

Why don't we get you upstairs.

So, like we said, most of the rooms
have been cleaned and stripped

and most of the furniture
and linens are in storage.

But lucky for you the owner
was too cheap to hire real movers

so all of the beds are still here.

The room might not have
the same charm that you remember

but at least you won't be
sleeping on the floor.

That's alright.

I'm just here for
one last bit of nostalgia.

OK, well, here we are room .

The honeymoon suite.

And if you change your mind

and decide you want to move to a
room wth a TV, just let us know.

That won't be necessary.

This is just what I came for.

Thank you so much.

OK, well, enjoy your stay.

[Burps]

if I'm gonna stay up
all night wth you,

you're gonna get drunk wth me.

Cheers.

How ya feeling?

Better.

Good.

Keep drinking.
it always helps.

Hi, Lee.

Hi.

How was your seminar?

Very good, thank you.

How are you two doing?

Not bad.

You want a beer?

No, thank you.

Really?
I heard you were a huge drinker.

Well, we all have our moments.

So, Lee, tell me...
How does it all work?

How does what work?

You know, being a psychic
and all that.

Well, uh...

Have you ever been
somewhere new

and sworn that you've
been there before?

Like déjà vu.

Exactly.

Well, if you've ever experienced
what you call a déjà vu

then you have the same
God-given ability I have.

in fact, we all do.

it's just that...

Well, sometime's my déjà vu's
happen in another direction.

I can experience certain
feelings before they happen,

but it's not always clear
when or where they come from

so I have to be very careful in...

What I choose to share.

OK.

Well.

I'm really tired so I'm going
to go upstairs and go to sleep.

it's been a long day.

I'll come find you tomorrow
before you leave, Lee.

Don't let the spirits
keep you up all night.

Dude, you didn't need to say that.

That was really mean.

Oh, whatever.
You said it yourself.

She made you feel like an as*h*le.

Besides, everyone needs
a taste of their own medicine

once in a while.

You want another one?

Yeah.

Alright, you ready?

Yeah.

OK, this is Claire's haunted
reenactment, take one.

interior.
The Yankee Pedophile.

Wha...
Was that the piano?

What?

Was it playing by itself?

it must be the ghost
of Madeline O'Malley

trying to tell me something.

Show yourself, spirit!

I say, show yourself, spirit!

[Ghost sounds]

There she is.

Poor, poor, Madeline O'Malley.

[Laughs]

You think she's prettier than me?

Honestly?

Yeah.

She's a little homely
for my taste.

I think you're
much prettier, Claire.

Thank you.
That's nice of you to say.

in fact, Claire, I think you're
one of the prettiest girls I know.

Who are the others?

Uh... My mother,

my sister,

and that girl that
works at the Dairy Queen.

The one wth the lazy eye?

I find laziness very attractive.

I really like you, Claire.

I really like you, too.

No, I mean it.
You're like the coolest person.

I just really feel like we mesh.

You know, I love the fact that
you support me wth the website

and I just love the fact
that you take me seriously.

it means a lot.

You're great.

Even if I'm going
a little bit crazy?

You're not going crazy,
you're great.

I would do anything for you.

Really?

Absolutely.

Just...

I like you so much.

Hey.
I have an idea.

Me too.
What's yours?

[Shuffling through drawers]

Let's go to the basement

and find out what
that f*cking ghost's problem is.

OK.

[Door creaking open]

[inhaler puff]

[Light bulb pops]

That's a good omen.

Turn the recorder on.

What was that?

I tripped.

Oh.

Eh.

Sorry.

it's just the light thing.

- Spider web.
- Follow me.

Follow me.

I'm starting to think we
should've bought breadcrumbs.

Hang on.

I hear something.

it's weird.

There was static.

I heard that too the other night.

Must be a bad cable.

No.

it's her.

This way.

[Door opens]

This is it.

This is where they hid her body.

You ready?

We wsh to speak to the spirit
of Madeline O'Malley.

if you are here wth us,
give us a sign.

Make a noise
if you can hear us.

Why do you stay here, Madeline?

Why does your spirit never rest?

Whoa.

Madeline.
Give us a sign.

[Wind blows]

Did you feel that?

it's her.

That was wnd.

No, she's wth us right now.

Madeline, speak to us.

We wsh you no harm.

Why do you stay here?

Why does your spirit never rest?

[Recorder twtches]

[Ghostly sounds]

Wait! No!

Madeline. We know
that you're here right now.

Speak to us.

[Ghostly whispers]

I can hear her.

Do you hear the whispering?

[Ghostly whispers]

Madeline?

[Ghostly whispers]

Holy sh*t.

What?

She's right behind you.

She's coming closer.

[Screams]

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

I gotta get out of here!

What?!

I don't want to be here anymore.

I don't like this!

What are you talking about?
We just made physical contact!

Why are you freaking out?!

I just don't want
to be here anymore!

That's it!

Why? Was it different than
the times you saw her?

There were no other times!

What?!

I made it up!

I never saw anything!

I made it all up.

I don't want anything
to do wth this anymore.

This is just too f*cked up.

I gotta go.

Luke!

Luke, don't go!

I'm sorry, Claire!

You can't leave me here!

I'm really sorry.

What am I gonna do now?

[Knocking]

[Keys jingle]

Lee.

Lee!

Lee.

Lee! Lee!

Lee, wake up.
I need your help.

Help me.

Lee.

What are you doing in my room?

Get out of here!

No! No! Please!

Please! Please!

No, I wll not you.
Please go away.

Come on!

Why should I help you?

So you can make
fun of me some more?

You know,
I believe in what I do.

And I don't believe in wasting
my time on lowly hotel employees

and their insulting ignorance.

Lee, I'm sorry, OK?

I should've defended you
downstairs,

I made a really big mistake, OK?

But I have a problem.

I'm scared and I'm alone,
Madeline made contact wth me!

I don't know what else to do, OK?

I don't know what else to do!

is there any more vodka
over there?

Let me check.

Yeah, I found this one.

OK.

Take me to where it happened.

Wait here.

[Ghostly banging]

[Glass breaks]

Lee!

Was it Madeline?
Did you see her?

Lee, what happened?!

We must get out of this hotel.

You're in grave danger.
You can't stay here any longer.

What?!

I have to go get dressed.
Go get your things.

Trust me.

Oh no.

Lee!

I forgot something!
I'll meet you in the lobby!

Sir.

Sir?

Sir, I'm sorry
that I'm disturbing you

but there's been an emergency

and I have to leave
the hotel for a little bit.

Sir, can you hear me in there?

Sir?

[inhaler puff]

[Dull thud]

Oh, sh*t!

Luke?!

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry I shouldn't have
left you like that.

- Please don't be mad at me!
- No, no, no!

- Listen, we need to
get out of here right now!
- No, no, no, Claire,

I have to tell you something.

No! Listen to me, OK!

- Remember the old man upstairs?
- Yeah, yeah! So what?!

He's dead! He k*lled himself!
He's dead!

- What?
- Yeah!

He's dead!

Did you call the police?!

No!
Not yet!

And Lee said that it's not safe
to be here anymore

and we have to leave right now
and I saw Madeline

- and she's trying to get me!
- OK, OK, wait a second!

Hold on, hold on!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come here.
Jesus Christ.

Here, sit down.

it's alright.

His face.

There was blood everywhere.

it's OK.

Please, please, please
just get me out of here.

I don't want to be here anymore.
Please.

Alright, OK.
Come on. Let's go.

- Lee! She's still upstairs!
- Where is she?

I don't know!
She's getting her things.

Alright, I'll go get her and
you just stay put for a second.

Are you gonna be alright
down here for a minute?

Yeah.

it's fine.
it's gonna be OK.

Just hold on.

[Ghostly voice]

Lee?
is that you?

[Ghostly voice]

Lee?

[Door creaking]

Lee?

Lee?

I don't wanna
go back down there.

Are you down there?

[Ghostly whisper]

[Ghostly hiss]

[Slamming against door]

[Banging on door]

Somebody help me!

[Ghostly voice]

Please!

Somebody help me!

Please!
Please help me!

Please! Please help!

No! Please!

Please! Please!

No! No!

Alright guys, hold it up.

Hold it up.

God. Jesus.

Alright, get her out of here.

I was banging on the door
as hard as I could.

I could hear her screaming.

I was screaming for her to
open up but she wouldn't.

She called my name but I wasn't
strong enough to break it down.

This was at the
bottom of the stairs.

Alright, listen, I'm gonna
need you to come wth us

and answer some questions
about the gentleman upstairs.

And help get in contact
wth her family.

Can you do that?

- Yeah, I just gotta get my stuff.
- OK.

Think you tell the actress to
hurry up while you're in there?

We need her too.

Yeah.

Oh, listen, you sure you gave me
all the names and numbers

of the other guests?

Nobody you might be forgetting?

No, I gave you everything.

There was just that other woman
and her kid and Ron, the owner,

but he doesn't get back
from Barbados until tomorrow.

Alright, thanks.

What are you doing in here?

They're looking for you downstairs.
I said I'd find you.

We have to go
to the police station now

to answer more questions.

Did you hear me?

I said we have to go.

You knew this was
gonna happen didn't you?

You could've done something.

No.

There's nothing
anyone could've done.

They're looking
for you downstairs.

[Pensive music]

♪♪