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I Will Never Leave You Alone (2023)

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I Will Never Leave You Alone (2023)

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[music playing]

[baby crying]

[mother humming]

- Sh.

Sh.

Sh.

Richard.

Richard.

Richard!

[alarm sounds]

- Richard.

Up, up, up.

Hey.

Good luck, Bud.

- Are you going to eat it?

You think they'll give

me mine when I get out?

I'll be 64.

I'll get mine.

- Harwood, Richards,

report to the CO's office.

- Oh, bet.

For real?

- Good day today, huh?

How are we feeling?

- OK.

- OK.

Do you want to talk today?

I get your whole book on

sign, and the only thing

that you know how to

say is that phrase.

I got one for you.

I can't believe you're

getting out today, man.

It's crazy.

What's it been,

like, five years?

Six.

Wow.

- Yo!

- I like you, man.

A lot of guys here do.

You go about an AA,

and volunteer to clean,

you stay out of trouble.

You deserve this.

Nervous?

OK, now?

I wish I could tell you

it's easy, but it's not.

We don't get to go back to

the life we had before just

because we're free.

I've been through it.

Dealing drugs, getting locked

up, but you can get through it.

There's a life

after all of this.

You got a lot of life to

live, and I can help you.

I got a lot of resources,

but all you gotta do is ask.

You ever heard of Saint Jude?

I know.

I'll hit you up with some faith.

When I got out, I

didn't have anything.

But I did have faith.

Well, now look at me.

I'm helping people.

I'm living.

Saint Jude is a saint of hope.

Take it, man.

It would mean the world

to me if you wore it.

Remember, where there's

faith, there's hope.

Just don't lose it, all right?

I handpicked this place for you.

It's a brand new program.

It comes with housing and food.

It's some kind of real

estate watchmen type job.

It's your golden ticket, man.

Now, you can't leave

out of here on your own.

That's a parole violation, and

you will be right back in here

serving your full sentence.

Understand?

Because I gotta know

you want to try.

Because it's either

this, bro, or it's--

it's being back in this cell

man, and nobody wants that.

And this pays 5 grand.

M-hm.

And your parole officer will

see you in seven days, OK?

Get the f*ck out of my office.

Get some fresh air.

[tense music]

- So six years, huh?

What's prison like?

You don't have to tell

me about all that.

Involuntary manslaughter.

It happened, but you didn't

even mean it to happen.

So you don't talk at all?

That's OK.

I usually do the talking.

So what I need from you

is six days in the house.

No contact.

No leaving.

Got it?

You ever hear of Hangza?

It's a Chinese superstition,

means calamity house.

Basically, it means when

someone dies in the house,

people think there are

evil spirits left behind.

So we go in and evict them.

Everybody wins.

You believe in any of that?

You shouldn't have any issues.

All right.

This is you.

OK.

You can just feel it.

It's a weird place, right?

So you all squared away?

OK.

This is going to be

a quick six days,

so just sign your work

release paperwork here.

OK, here you are.

Hangza.

From what I know, some old man

and his wife died in the house.

No kids, so they just

laid there for months.

I bought the house after

it went into probate court,

and it's been empty

for three years.

Everything is pretty much

how they left it in there,

so now, we just

need to evict them.

Great.

All right.

You're going to be fine.

Just light the candles at

dusk, say the little prayer

and be on your way.

Oh, look, this will

be easy money for you.

If you want, I always need

people who are reliable.

So plenty more.

Still wear that ring?

- How's that?

Yeah.

- Could you be dropping

any more popcorn?

- Shh I'm trying to watch.

Are you that mad

over our popcorn?

- I'm not trying

to get all buttery.

- Oh.

Oh, what?

- OK.

All right.

Oh, no.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Stop.

- Don't like it.

- Why?

- Cause there's a

lot of rules to it.

- Hm.

Funny how stuff like that

seems to follow us around.

Hey, Mike.

- Hey, I just need a

second of your time.

- Ah, hey, hang around a sec?

OK.

Yeah.

Yeah.

- Yeah, I just want

to show you an issue

with the water leaking, the--

spooky.

All right.

- Yeah.

I'm just.

I'm just saying, like,

there's water leakage,

you don't know how far

it spreads, so maybe you

can share how long it's been--

I'm just trying to

tell you that if you

don't take care of the water

situation, the next people who

come in here.

- OK, please, please,

just handle it.

Where's Richard?

- I'm telling you, me

telling you, he's trying to--

I don't know who Richard is.

Is he going to help

the water situation?

I don't know.

[scary voices]

- Hey!

What in the hell are you doing!

You trying to run away?

It's called a witching tree.

The story goes they buried

a witch right there.

Look, I already had Mike,

that handyman, look into it.

Ain't nothing.

Well, come on!

My God.

I am definitely going to have

Mike fill in that f*cking hole.

All right.

Just remember, because

my clients do believe

in all this Hangza stuff--

don't leave, or

you violate parole

and I take you back to prison.

So this gets unlocked in six

days, and I have the only key.

Oh, ah, don't worry.

- Hey, I thought you

might need these.

Well, water tastes a

little funky at first.

You'll get used to it

- OK.

That'll be all.

MIKE: Yeah, actually

going, for real this time.

- Thank you.

I appreciate it.

- Hey, before I go, do you want

me to fix that gutter there real

quick?

- I really don't.

I really appreciate it, though.

You're doing great work.

Thank you.

OK.

So that's it.

I would show you around, but

this place gives me the creeps.

OK, so have fun.

Bye.

All right, just get a

little farther in there.

I'm going to lock this up.

Great.

All right.

Bye.

[dramatic violin music]

[glass breaks]

- Hey, don't you think

three bottles is a lot?

- It's fine.

- Definitely bought two

bottles last weekend.

- We had company over

- Yeah, but it's still a lot,

and I'm not drinking anything,

so--

- OK.

I get it.

- Do you?

- What do you want me to do?

You want me to drive back to

the store and return them?

- No.

No.

I just want to be able

to talk about things.

- Let's talk.

- No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

- It's OK.

- Please leave.

I don't want you to

see me like this.

Please.

- Just tell me what's wrong, OK?

Em.

It's OK.

- I hate this.

I hate it.

- It's all right.

- You don't know!

- OK, just tell me.

- Don't touch me!

I can't do this.

I can't be a mother.

I can't.

I can't.

- Hey, look at me.

We'll be better, OK.

We'll be better.

OK, we'll be better.

- How can you be a

father when you're

drunk and high all the time?

- How can you be a mother if

you're yelling all the time?

- Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out of here!

Get out!

Oh, no!

Oh, my god.

- I'm sorry.

- I can't.

- I'm sorry.

- I can't.

- Em, I promise you, OK?

No more drinking.

No more gambling.

No more drugs.

I promise.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- I just--

I just feel like there are

these little hands in me,

and I don't know

how to hold them.

Like, I'm going to drop them.

And I want to love it,

but I don't know how.

- We'll do better.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.

[beeping]

- Hey, can you look up here?

And smile.

All right, let's

get another one.

Can you smile, please.

- Hey, are you OK?

Rich.

- Yeah, I'm good.

Just I'm good.

- OK.

I know you hate this stuff,

but just give me one more.

- One more.

- Give me that smile.

- I hate this stuff.

- Oh, there it is.

Beautiful.

OK, let's get one more, guys.

Hey, you want to

check out the photo?

- Yeah.

[intense sounds]

- Good morning.

- You OK?

You slept on the

couch again last night

- Is that not allowed?

- You keep your

voice down a bit.

The baby is asleep.

What are you thinking about?

- Nothing.

- Do you want to know what

I'm thinking or feeling?

- I thought we were

being quiet for the baby.

- Do you still love me?

- Of course, I still love you.

Why do you keep asking

me if I love you?

- You're drunk.

I'm-- I'm not mad.

I just need help with the baby.

- I'm not drunk.

I'm hung over, and I know

you need help with the baby.

It's always help with the baby.

I'm doing the best

that I can do!

- I didn't say

you're not, I just--

I know something's

going on with you.

- I'm good.

- I'm not.

How come I never get

to just be the sad one?

- OK, you can be the sad one!

I'm not sad!

- Shh.

- I'm not sad.

The eggs look good.

- You can't even

look at me anymore.

Damn it!

Damn it!

Damn it!

[baby crying]

I am so scared.

Richard!

What did I do?

What did I do?

[phone rings]

- (SINGING) Last night,

as I think of my pillow

Last night, as I lay on my bed

- Em, I'm home.

- (SINGING) Last night,

as I lay on my pillow

- Emma?

- (SINGING) I dreamed

that my Bonnie was dead

[humming]

- Hello.

- [humming]

- Something wrong?

- I'm fine.

- Do you want to go

back to the doctor?

She said the postpartum

could pass in a few weeks,

and you could get

outside or just exercise.

Did you walk with him?

Did you take him outside?

Emma, why don't you

let me take him?

Just for a few minutes so

you can get some rest, OK?

- I don't want to go outside.

[baby crying]

- Shh.

Just leave me alone.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Richard!

Richard!

Richard!

(HUMMING)

- (SINGING) I get so

lonesome without you

Oh, like you wouldn't believe

Can't hardly hold

myself together

Without your arms around me

The days when we are apart

Time only drags on and on

Time only drags on and on

- Richard.

- Time only drags on and--

- Richard.

[static sound]

Richard!

- Hey, Hey, Hey.

How's it going?

Look, I know you're not supposed

to talk to anyone while you're

in there, but it's fine.

It's just me and you.

I just wanted to come by,

check to see if you're OK.

See if you need anything.

If you want to write

something down,

you can crack the window a bit.

All right.

What is it?

Mine's Mike.

What's up, Rich?

Yeah, pound it, brother.

Do you not like to

talk or anything?

Why not?

sh*t, that was rude.

I'm sorry.

Damn.

That sucks.

How did something

like that happen?

Do you sign or anything?

Man.

Have you not really been able to

have a conversation with someone

since it happened?

Jesus, man.

How long?

Six years?

Buddy, I'm sorry.

You haven't had a conversation

with someone in six years?

I would die.

I would-- I would seriously die.

Is it weird in there?

Can I come in?

Check on the place?

I got stuff I gotta

do in there anyway

and the water line

in the back, so--

all right.

Last guy wouldn't

let me in either.

Man, I'm sorry.

I wasn't supposed to say that.

Yeah, last guy, he didn't

make it past the first night.

In fact, nobody's

made it past day 4.

So good for you.

Your number six?

Yeah.

She asked me to stay

there for the money.

No way.

It's weird.

I don't necessarily believe in

ghosts or anything like that,

but this place still

scares the sh*t out of me.

It's so quiet here sometimes

I just start thinking,

and I think about a lot of sh*t.

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

Is it a joke?

Are you messing around just

because of whose house this is?

Well, you really

don't know, do you?

We got a bit of a

legend out here.

I shouldn't tell you

this Not while you're

stuck in there, man.

All right.

Back in the 1800s, there was

this old widow who lived here

they accused of being a witch.

Her name was Elsie Morgan,

but everyone who knows or just

calls her the crone.

There are some people at the

time were dying of some plague,

and they caught her doing

some strange ritual thing,

carrying around her dead

daughter's old dolls.

Well, she said she was

just praying for the town,

but they didn't believe her.

So they tortured her

with a crown of thorns

and locked her inside her

house, but people kept dying.

So they sewed her mouth shut

so she couldn't cast any more

spells, but people kept dying.

Then they said, well, she must

be hexing people with her looks.

So they hammered nails into

her eyes, but more people died.

Then they just figured hang er.

That'll be that, but

she didn't die No, sir.

She just screamed.

They left her out

there for days,

coming by, taking turns

pulling down on her legs

to choke her out, but

she just didn't die.

They just left her there.

They could hear her

choking and crying

until finally, they

decided to go out, take

what was left of her, and bury

it under a tree somewhere.

And people say they can

still hear it, her hollering.

If you're out in these woods,

you'll come across that doll,

she'll come for you.

I don't know.

Everybody loves a story where

the ends justify the means.

Nowadays, though, people

don't think like that anymore.

Supposedly, she just lost

her husband and her daughter,

and she was living all alone.

It was not an easy life.

She carried around her

dead daughter's old dog

because she missed her.

That's all she

had Yeah, I wonder

what would happen if

someone just asked her

if she was OK, like really asked

her, rather than torturing her

to death.

I say, if you do see old

Elsie Morgan, just be nice.

It can't be easy being

a ghost, let alone

having kids running

around making fun of it.

sh*t, that's probably

who made the doll

in the first place, just some

f*cking neighborhood brats.

All right.

Well, that's enough for me.

I'm going to go Hey, I'll

see you, day 5, champ.

[muffled voices]

- Hey, if you still

want those tickets,

I can talk to my cousin,

and he'll get them for you.

- I'll take those tickets, man

- No, man.

Taylor Swift sucks

- Hey, man, she's good,

and you can make 400%

on those f*cking tickets.

Now, are you going

to play or go?

- Are you going to

answer that, or are you

going to keep losing money?

- f*ck that.

Let's see that baggy.

- OK.

- Sure, bro?

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- I mean, it's late.

She's at home with your kid.

- She should be.

Line or Tutsky?

- A line.

- Oh, f*ck you.

Then we'll talk about

me going in, 7, deuce.

- We'll see.

He's bullshitting.

Look at him.

- Try me, m*therf*cker.

You in, or are you out?

- I call.

[phone rings]

- Come on.

You gotta get--

- Gotta what?

I'm just going to get it

chewed out for existing.

She keeps calling.

She won't leave me alone.

I'm just trying

to be a good dad.

I just need a night by myself.

Is that OK?

Just need a night.

Just need a night.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Just joking.

- Yeah, I'll tell

you what's not funny.

Full house.

- Take it.

[phone rings]

- No.

No!

What the f*ck did you do?

- I couldn't handle it.

It's crying.

It was cold.

I was trying to warm him.

- No, no, no.

Why?

What the f*ck did you do?

What the f*ck did you do?

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- God, Emma.

Oh!

- I'm sorry.

- It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

We'll figure this out.

I have to call somebody.

I have to call--

- No.

- I won't.

I will never leave you alone.

- 911.

What's your emergency, please?

- Come on.

Yeah, there's been an emergency.

I don't know.

God, I don't know.

Emma.

Emma!

Ah!

[microwave alarm]

[intense music]

- How's it going?

You good?

Hey.

Look what I got.

You, ah, ah, ah, it's soda.

It's fine.

Come on.

Are you telling me

you don't like soda?

It's OK.

Come on.

Yeah, we're in

business now, baby.

Yeah.

I just figured I'd come by,

see how you're holding up.

Pretty terrible by

the looks of it.

Looks.

Oh, buddy.

Oh.

There ain't nothing like

glass bottles, is there?

So we buddies enough yet, you

can tell me what happened here?

You got divorced.

Oh.

She broke your heart?

Oh, sh*t.

I'm sorry.

I know what that scar is.

I happen to have

one just like it.

My kid died in a car wreck

when he was eight years old.

I was driving that car.

It wasn't my fault,

but I was drinking.

Some kids threw a

rock off the overpass

and crashed through

the windshield.

It crushed his

face and his chest.

I just remember sitting

there in the car with him

like that for about 30 minutes.

I was just thinking

to myself, oh, maybe I

hadn't been drinking,

I could have seen him.

I could have swerved.

Just sitting there with my boy.

No face.

Just blood everywhere.

And that smell.

It was his hand, though,

because I was holding it.

I stopped drinking.

I still feel his

little hands sometimes.

They call it phantom pain.

Anyway, to our dead

and to us living.

It's probably just a draft.

[whistling]

- I missed you.

I missed you.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

- [whistling]

- No!

Please.

Please.

Please.

Richard, please.

Richard.

[laughter]

- What the f*ck?

Richard.

Hey, Richie!

It's Mike, buddy.

Come on, man.

Are you in there?

It's day six, buddy.

No points for extra days.

Come on.

Rich!

Buddy, if you don't answer me, I

have to come through, all right?

I just have to.

I'm coming in.

Peekaboo, buddy.

No f*cking around.

Come on.

Just f*cking with me.

I'm going to hate you

for making me do this.

Richard.

Come on, bud.

This ain't funny.

Richie.

Come on, man.

Who are you?

What the f*ck did you do?

Richard!

Richie.

I'm gonna lock your a*s

down, if you don't come out.

[phone rings]

- Rich, you up there?

Richard, if you f*cking

k*lled yourself,

I'm going to k*ll you, man.

All right, I'm coming up.

- Dad.

- Who is this?

- Please come home.

Come home, Dad.

- That sh*t ain't funny, man.

You come out.

You come out now, OK?

All right, are we about

done with this bullshit?

- Dad, please come home.

- Stop!

Not f*cking funny!

God.

[phone rings]

- f*ck it.

f*ck it.

Richard.

Richard.

Oh, my god.

Are you OK?

sh*t, Richard.

Hey, man.

Ah!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Hey.

No.

You.

Please.

- Richard.

Are you ready to come home?

You look so handsome in

your little suit, baby.

What are you waiting for?

Hi.

Where do you want to go?

We can go anywhere.

Do anything.

Just close your eyes and ask.

- I don't want to

be alone anymore.

I want us to all be together.

[baby crying]

- Do you want to go say hi?

- I just know you're kind

of it if you're going

for a little farmhouse sheik.

- Gutters need some work.

I like the property.

It's going to need

a lot of work.

Honey, what do you think?

- I'm not sure.

- You're gonna love it.

And we just had it cleared out.

- Really?

- Take a look.

All right.

Look.

Take a look.

- It's going to need an overhaul

- OK, but the price

is for 10 acres.

This is the opportunity

of a lifetime.

I mean, hell, demolish

the whole place

and build a neighborhood

for all I care.

This is an investment

in your future.

- And you're sure we're

not buying cursed land?

I mean, you've done the work?

- We stand by our

Hangza clearings.

We're certified.

Go ahead.

Go take a look.

Not a single haunted

thing around here.

So what do we think?

- It doesn't feel right.

There's something

wrong with this place.

- OK, what can I do to

put your minds at ease

and get you to into your home?

- I don't think

my wife likes it.

- I want to go now.

Please, right now.

- OK.

- OK.

- We're just going

to think about it.

- Ah, why?

- What the f*ck?

Is this a joke?

- Ah, OK.

OK, let's put that down.

- No, there is a man in there.

- It's fine.

There's nothing to worry about.

What matters right

now is that we

get you two into your new home.

Oh.

Hi, Richard.

- No, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait,

wait, wait, wait.

- Oh, my god!

No, please, listen No,

please don't hit me.

Please don't.

Please.

No, Richard!

Ah!

[eerie-sounding music]

- (SINGING) My Bonnie

lies over the ocean

My Bonnie lies over the sea

My Bonnie lies over the ocean

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me

Bring back, bring back

Bring back my

Bonnie to me, to me

Bring back, bring back

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me

[music playing]