Book of the Dead (2024)

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- Hey dude, we should be nearly there

but I need to take a leak.

Can you stop for a second?

- Okay.

But don't take too long.

- The fastest piss of my life, I promise.

- You again Tobe.

- What?

- Tobe.

- Tobe?

- Hooper, Tobe Hooper.

The Hooper theory. It's my invention.

It's very simple. In a nutshell.

Since "The Texas Chain

m*ssacre" was released,

if a group of teenagers

decide to go on a trip,

they have to take into account

that sooner or later someone

will have to stop to pee

in the middle of nowhere.

- Jesus, that's a fantastic theory.

Why didn't I think of that?

- Really? You know, it

always happens because

you're being sarcastic.

- What gives you that idea?

- Well, your expression.

- I don't care.

Just shut the f*ck up, idiot.

- I was just trying to make conversation.

- Quinn, my hands are full of

my love. Would you like a hug?

- Touch me and I swear the

God, I'll break your arm.

- Don't worry Rambo, I'll do

it when you least expect it.

- Come on get in, you freak.

We still have some way to go.

- After all this, Captain America.

- This is gonna be the

longest weekend of my life.

- There it is, we're here.

- At last.

- Isn't it a beauty?

- Yeah. Right.

A real five star hotel.

Can't wait to spend

two days shut up inside

with you two freaks.

- Come on. It'd be fun.

You can bet on it.

- Ooh, Jesus.

I can't feel my butt cheeks.

- Great choice, Mac, you've brought us

to an amazing sh*thole.

- Christ guys.

Do you not wanna a pain

in the a*s you all are.

That's your problem.

Anyway, it was cheap and we

don't have to stay here forever.

Just two f*cking days.

- I like it.

- Thanks Keith.

- You're welcome Mac.

- Well, we are here now.

So let's grab our suitcases

and check out this dump.

Can't get much worse than this.

- If you say so.

- Yes, I do.

Listen, we have our research to finish,

and I don't intend to

spend one more minute

than necessary in this

dump with you a lot.

So let's grab our stuff and go inside.

- Hey, genius.

What about the keys?

- Ta da!

- Okay, this is not good.

Does anybody have a...

Wait, oh there's a problem.

This way.

- After you

- Finally.

- Guys.

- Shh.

- Keith, turn the f*cking torch on.

- I'm trying.

- Try harder.

- Get a move on it, will you?

- Jesus. What's the f*cking fuss about?

Why are you all shouting?

- Are you Sawyer?

- Of course I'm f*cking Sawyer.

Now get that light outta my face.

- Guys, meet Sawyer, our landlord.

- Nice to meet you.

- Yeah, you too.

- So, Sawyer.

This house, I guess you, well-

- I inherited it.

- You inherited it? From who?

- From whom.

- That's what I said.

- You inherited it, from whom.

Don't they teach you American

kids English anymore?

They did 30 years ago when I came across.

- Who did you inherited from?

- From my wife.

- And your wife?

- She's dead.

- Dead. Fantastic.

- Of course,

she's f*cking dead.

Otherwise, how could I have inherited it?

Are you short in the head?

And speaking of short,

there's $50 missing.

- What the heck is he talking about.

We didn't have another $50.

- I'll deal with it.

So, Sawyer yeah, we know it's $50 short.

- And so?

- Look at it this way.

How long has it been since

this house has been used?

Five years? 10 Maybe.

Let's say something goes

wrong over this weekend.

- Like what?

- Who knows?

I get out of the bathroom

and tread on a rusty nail

sticking out of the floor

or a faulty light switch

fries, the little guy's butt.

Do you wanna be the one

to tell his mother if this happened?

Have you ever heard of

Murphy's Law, Sawyer?

- Oh, course I have, he's the Irish bloke.

- Yeah. Perfect. So just

look at this beautiful villa.

And you get a clear idea of

what I'm trying to tell you.

Bad things could happen.

- Real bad things.

- So, Sawyer, we'll be

keeping those $50 for now.

Let's call it life insurance.

If we're still alive at

the end of the weekend,

then you get your 50 bucks plus a bonus

for your inconvenience.

- A bonus?

- Right Mac, a bonus?

- Another $50?

- Oh, come on.

We are from humble families.

We certainly don't have that much money.

Another 15 bucks

and we are good to go.

- 30.

- Let's make it 20 and it's a deal.

- Don't try and f*ck me over.

It'll be the last thing you do.

- Be rest assured Sawyer,

we are reliable guys, right?

- Sure. Don't worry.

- Absolutely.

- I'll be back in two days.

Make sure you leave everything

just as you found it.

And one more thing.

Now, open your ears wide

and listen carefully,

do not go into the attic.

That's where I keep my things.

I don't want some kids grubby little lands

touching stuff that don't belong to them.

Do you understand me?

- Cross my heart Sawyer, you have my word.

No one will touch your stuff.

- Yeah. Well, you better not

'cause I'd notice it immediately.

- Congratulations Mac,

you are a born actor.

Well, now tell me something.

Where on earth are you going to find $70?

Maybe you know a few cowboy tricks.

- Right. Mac where are

we gonna find the money?

- That is what I was referring to.

You two are real ball busters.

Thanks Mac, for saving our asses again.

You are welcome guys. It was a pleasure.

- You really are a certified

idiot. f*cking incredible.

- We'll, think about it

over the weekend. Okay?

One thing at a time for Christ's sake.

- Well, we could make counterfeit bills

like "To Live and Die in LA."

No? Forget it.

- Does anybody wanna listen to some music?

- Sporty, that's the first sensible thing

I've heard you say.

- Come on Mac, amaze me.

Good stuff yeah.

At least you got good taste in music.

Come on guys, let's

get this party started.

- Fantastic.

This boy has got good taste.

- Can I?

- What do you think?

Are you perving on me?

- No, not at all.

I just wanted to,

I just wanted,

I'd like to-

- You'd like to what?

- To say sorry, for earlier in the van.

You know that bullshit about Tobe Hooper?

Look, I didn't want to irritate

you or anything like that.

It's just that I never

know how to approach people

or make friends.

I become really anxious

and start talking about random things,

or I never shut up and

start spouting out bullshit

for hours waiting for someone to-

- Keith?

You are doing it again.

- What?

- Spouting bullshit.

- God, I'm sorry, I can't help it.

- Nevermind. Forget it.

- Are you sure you don't?

- Yeah. Yeah. Forget it.

Thanks for the thought.

- Yeah. Great.

Do you like comics?

- What?

- You know, comics?

Do you read them?

- Well, I read them. I bring on one then.

- Well, I brought some,

if you want to read them.

The new Spiderman series

is out of this word.

- Are you hitting on me?

Chill out four eyes.

I'm just making fun of you.

- Okay. Well.

- Boo!

- Oof.

- Why the sad faces? Did somebody die?

- Yeah, your mother.

- Anyway, sorry to break

up this touching moment,

but we need to finish

that research project.

Otherwise that as*h*le Professor Williams

will whip our asses

- Yeah.

- Again.

- Yeah. You two go.

I'll be there in a minute.

- Let's go brainack, leave

the witch to her own devices.

- Mac stop it. I can breathe.

- Come on sporty.

- Keith?

Sorry but, I have to ask you this.

What was the punishment you

had to do as a freshman?

- They hung me by my

underpants, lacko truck.

- sh*t.

- How did you get out of there?

- The physical education

teacher, Mr. Nichols.

He cut my underwear

with a pair of scissors.

- Are you saying that Mr. Nichols

saved your ba*ls

by cutting your underpants off

with a pair of scissors?

- Yeah. Real fun.

- Sorry, but that's so-

- You Mac?

Seeing as you find that so funny.

Why don't you tell us

what happened to you?

- Me, there's nothing to tell.

- bullshit.

- You're free not to believe

me. But that's your problem.

- Ben wouldn't agree.

- Ben can go f*ck himself.

- Who's Ben?

- Yeah, why don't you ask Mac yourself?

- Who's Ben?

- Alright. You win.

f*ck you, Quinn.

Ben Avery that as*h*le,

f*cked my face in a toilet

full of piss for five minutes,

the longest five minutes of my life.

You happy now?

Assholes.

- The truth shall set you free.

- And you? You've been here for hours

and you've barely said a word.

- Got a problem, idiot?

- Grumpy Bailey,

silent Bailey, brooding Bailey.

That's what they say about

you in the corridors.

There's no need to be

like this with me too.

You know, you can tell me anything.

- Are you done whining?

Or do you have to prove to

your little friends here

how that thing between your legs

is as small as your f*cking brain?

- Clap. Clap.

So you're human after all.

- Mac, perhaps you should-

- Shut up.

- So Bailey, since we are

in the mood to chat, please,

satisfy my curiosity.

- You as*h*le, shut your f*cking mouth.

- And why should I?

Is there a law preventing

me from asking questions?

She's a big girl.

She has no problem answering.

So Bailey, as you know well,

there are many rumors about you at school.

A lot of it is outright

bullshit I'll admit.

- But one, one continues to

echo inside the classrooms.

Whispered as you walk

through the corridors.

- Mac that's enough.

- What happens to your daddy, huh?

Did he go out to buy some milk?

Never showed up again?

Didn't he love you enough?

- You son of a b*tch.

- He's dead.

He's dead.

Vietnam, 1973,

an ambush in the middle

of the f*cking jungle.

I still remember the telegram

and a two man in uniform

who came to my home

so close to Christmas.

You wanted the truth? Now you know it.

And this, this is all he left me.

- So sorry, Bailey, I didn't know.

- Too late.

Look guys, I'm not gonna sit here

all night listening to

your useless chatter.

A lot of water has passed

under the bridge since then.

I have no intention of

reliving those memories again.

I have an idea.

- Are you sure this is a good idea?

- The old man can go f*ck himself. Go.

f*ck!

- Right, the party's over.

We can go back downstairs.

- Wait.

Hold me the torch.

- Hey Einstein?

What you think you're doing?

- Silence.

- Wow.

- f*ck Keith.

Where did you learn that trick?

Watching "MacGyver."

- Are you all ready?

- This is it?

- Well, the old man must be

really fond of his tools.

- What's that?

- Thanks for the help, guys.

- Wow. This is definitely interesting.

- Keith, do your magic again.

- Yes ma'am.

- Are you sure this is a good idea?

- You have anything better to do?

- Hey guys, what are we going to do?

We can still go back downstairs, huh?

- Like hell.

- f*ck!

Are you telling me that

the old man was a marine?

- Guys, look at this.

- Whoa.

- You idiot.

Never point g*n at somebody

you don't wanna k*ll.

What?

- Jeez Bailey

you sh**t had with g*ns?

- My dad was a soldier.

- Sorry.

- Look guys.

Who do you think Sawyer is?

- I bet $10 on him.

- Nah, it doesn't even

look remotely like him.

In my opinion, it's this idiot here.

- What's this?

That's strange.

- May I, please?

- It's all yours.

- Are you ready guys?

- Go for it.

Can you smell that too?

- I'm gonna throw up.

- It's dirty, a book?

- Why does it f*cking stink so much?

- What's wrong with you?

- That thing gave me a heart attack.

- sh*t.

- You all know what this is, don't you?

Please, Quinn, don't say, "It's a book."

- So tell me what it is.

- It's the Book of the Dead.

- Are you serious?

Nothing?

Lovecraft. Abdullah's Red and

the keys to the underworld.

Really?

Nothing.

- You seriously believe all this sh*t?

- You have the proof right

in front of your eyes.

There are traces of it scattered

all over the world.

Thousands of years of history

forgotten by everybody.

Manuscripts,

crusades,

Templars,

the deadly tomb.

In the wrong hands, it was

guarded by a secret order

for centuries.

Then, its traces were lost.

In the 1920s, a historian

managed to find it again.

It was an unprecedented event.

But during a storm,

he suffered a ship wreck

in the middle of the Pacific Ocean

and the book, disappeared again.

Hitler tried everything to find it,

but his efforts were fruitless.

Lovecraft didn't invent anything,

he knew of its existence

and decided to ride his wave of success

by exploiting the myth

of this cursed

book.

- Let me get this straight.

The old guy enlists in the Marines,

the United States,

sends him in the Pacific

to kick Japanese a*s.

And then by pure chance

among the Mac and b*ll*ts,

he finds a cursed book

written centuries ago.

Makes perfect sense.

- I know it sounds ridiculous,

but it could be true.

- How do you know all this sh*t four eyes?

- I know how to read Mac.

I don't know if I can

say the same about you.

- Listen, know it all-

- So what are we gonna do?

- Don't get fresh.

- Join us.

Join us.

Join us.

Join us.

Bailey?

Bailey?

It's Dad.

Why don't you answer me?

Don't you love me anymore?

Have you forgotten me already?

I'm cold honey.

I think I'm dead.

They're all dead.

I no longer feel my legs. Please, honey.

Answer me.

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me! Help me!

- Bailey.

- What's going on?

Is everything okay?

- I'm fine.

I just need to-

- Is it the book?

Did it do something to you?

- I said I'm fine.

- Bailey wait.

- Keith?

Let her go.

She needs to be alone.

- It was that f*cking book.

It did something to her. I'm sure of it.

- What the f*ck is going on?

- sh*t. sh*t sh*t.

sh*t.

sh*t sh*t.

f*ck!

Dad.

I can't forget.

I mustn't forget.

Guys?

- Bailey? Help!

- Those idiots.

- Maybe we should put it back

in the trunk and f*ck it.

Nobody saw anything.

- Bailey is the only one

who came into contact

with the book.

And when I say contact, I

mean it did something to her.

We have to know what happened

before we screw things up again.

- I've never seen Bailey like that.

The book must have touched on her.

- It feeds on our weaknesses.

Maybe the story of her father.

- I'll tell you what we are going to do

with the space of sh*t.

Now we build the fire

and stick the f*ck into

- Mac, put the book down.

- Right Mac, put the book

down. We can't risk it.

- No way.

I'm tired of hearing you

talk about this stuff

like it's normal.

It's f*cking absurd.

So I wanna be sure I don't

have to worry about cursed book

or the undead or sh*t like that anymore.

- Mac. Don't make me tell you again.

Put the book down.

- Go f*ck yourselves.

I'm sick of your macho man bullshit.

This time I'm going to dictate the rules.

Now I'll show you.

- No Mac.

- Mac?

- Your hand.

- Stop! Stop! Stop!

f*cking help me!

Get this f*cking book off me.

- Let go you b*stard.

- Bailey? Help!

- Keep pulling, don't stop.

- Guys what the f*ck?

- f*ck!

- Mac are you okay?

- It f*cking hurts.

- Let me see.

- Look at my f*cking hand Sporty.

- Keep still.

- That was delicious.

I hope you are not right handed.

Food for brains.

- f*ck you as*h*le.

Hope you chocked on it.

- I didn't mean to

offend you sweet cheeks.

I was just making a compliment.

Ah, I almost forgot.

I've decided to throw a party

and the new guests will be arriving soon.

Oh,

the little orphan,

got angry.

- You know what? You

talk too much for a book.

- Don't even think about it b*tch.

You little b*stards.

You don't know what you've done.

There you all are,

four idiots who don't know

they are already dead.

- Let's play a game.

Now you shut the f*ck up

and only open your mouth

to answer my questions

or I'll be forced to use this.

- Oh, poor little Bailey Hollenbeck.

Do you really think a simple

g*n will do anything to me?

- Let's find out. What do you think, guys?

- Yeah, whip his a*s Bailey.

- Teach that as*h*le a lesson.

- If I were you, I

wouldn't make her angry.

- Did you hear that?

Looks like we wanna have fun.

- Boys and girl,

you are so much fun.

So tell me, what do you want to ask?

- What the f*ck have you done to me

and who are the new guests

you so kindly invited.

- There's no need to get so excited.

We are all friends

and friends have fun

when they get together.

What I did is very, very simple indeed.

I used your fear Bailey,

the remorse of a loss

you've never metabolized

the loss of a father

who made you who you are.

You pretend to be strong, confident,

but underneath you hide your insecurity.

The insecurity of somebody

who keeps dreaming

of a dead daddy in the

middle of the jungle.

You are nothing, just a bag of flesh

that hasn't been able to go on

with its pitiful life.

You humans are so easy to read.

I see that now I have

your complete attention.

Let's see, Quinn Decker.

Handsome, intelligent

first in everything.

But why do you do it? I wonder.

Ah, right. Maybe because at home

you are actually an eternal second.

Mommy and Daddy only have

eyes for your big brother.

He's the real pride and joy of the family.

You, on the other hand,

are just a carbon copy

in the eyes of your poor parents.

- Shut your f*cking mouth.

- Now it's Mac's turn. The

bully in the cowboy act.

By now, he and I are intimate.

I think I still have

some pieces of your hand

stuck in my throat.

However, with you, this

game is all too easy.

You are an attention seeking idiot.

Everyone pretends to be your friend

when in reality they think

you're a first rate as*h*le.

You have no certainties in life, Mac.

Just your needlessly overblown ego

and that stupid act of yours.

You are alone, but deep

down you already know that.

Or am I wrong?

Choo choo and here we

are at the final station,

Keith Craver.

You know, boy, I have

some respect for you.

You have never betrayed your nature.

You have never lowered yourself

to the disgusting rebel

that infests the world of the living.

You are an outsider,

a leader who doesn't yet know he is one.

And that's why you will

become one of the officers

in the ranks of my army.

Indeed, all of you will do your part

whether you like it or not.

- What do you mean?

- I invited an acquaintance of mine,

or rather an old friend.

We've known each other for a long time.

He has always helped me

with spring cleaning.

And best of all, he fixes

problems in the blink of an eye.

Simple, clean jobs.

And he's coming right here to

do the same thing with you.

Isn't that crazy?

Finally, we see each other again

after such a long time.

It's coming to get you guys.

It's coming to get you.

- I warned you, you

stinking piece of sh*t.

Shut up.

Okay guys, we're definitely screwed.

A demonic m*therf*cker is

coming here to kick our a*s.

And won't stop chasing

us until we're all dead.

So what do we do now?

- Do you know what?

f*ck it.

We are losers.

Eternal seconds, assholes

forced to carry the

weight of our shitty lives

on our shoulders.

You wanna know something else?

That's life.

But here,

f*ck

now we have the chance

to prove to ourself we

are worth so much more

tonight, for the first time,

we are gonna stand on the

summit and enjoy the view.

And believe me,

it's gonna be so f*cking beautiful.

It's time to return the favor.

- Well said Sporty.

- Your all out of your f*cking minds.

Did you hear what it said?

- Why not?

- Now, the little genius

has joined team crazy too.

- We need your help Mac.

Besides, you're not telling me

you're gonna let the bustard

get away with what he did to your hand.

Are you?

- Guys, you know what?

I'm an as*h*le

and I'm sorry for everything

I put you through.

If there's one thing I realized

is that I deserve all this sh*t.

I don't wanna get sentimental,

but I think I've grown fond

of you useless b*stards.

You are my family.

And even if this plan is crazy,

screw it.

And now,

it's time to give up.

- That's for you.

- Wanna give it a name?

- That's not a bad idea.

- Better keep the as*h*le closer then.

- If I survive all this,

I swear to God, I'll dance to the jig.

- The what?

- The jig.

- Okay. If you say so.

- Are we all ready?

- f*ck yeah.

- So let's go.

- Well, shouldn't the

m*therf*cker be on his way?

- Yeah. Yeah. Sure.

- Let's wait.

Let's not lose our calm.

- Guys, we closed

all the entrances,

didn't we?

- Okay, this is what we'll do.

Quinn, you take care of the living room,

Keith you'll be the good samurai here.

While Mike deals with the second floor.

Questions?

- And you Bailey?

- I'll check the first floor.

Any other questions?

Good. Let's go.

- Wait. If there are any problems,

this is our meeting point.

If you're in the sh*t,

get here as fast as you can.

Alone, I don't know how

many chances we'll have,

but united

just don't f*ck up and above all,

stay alive.

Let's go.

- Be ready.

- I was born ready.

- Okay Quinn.

Let's lock this place down.

It was about time.

- sh*t

sh*t.

sh*t.

- Come on. Come on.

Shut the f*ck up.

- Bailey?

- Show yourself.

You f*cking son of a b*tch.

What the

Son of a b*tch.

I have to warn the others.

Now you can scream all you want.

- f*ck is going on?

Keith? You there?

Keith?

Get away from me.

- Mac is everything okay?

Mac?

Mac, answer?

- Did you hear that too?

- f*ck!

Are you out of your mind?

I'm gonna die.

- It came from up there, right?

- I think so.

f*ck, this house is a maze.

Do you think it's Mac?

- I don't know.

We need to check.

I'll go ahead.

Give me light and watch my back.

Don't leave my a*s for a

second, you understand?

- Understood Captain.

- Good. Let's go.

- Let's go.

- Bailey?

- Come on face me. I've

got a present for you.

- Bailey?

Bailey?

It's me. Dad.

- Dad?

- Oh honey, you

don't know how happy I am

to hear your voice.

- That's not you.

- I swear to you, honey, it's me.

Even if I'm no longer,

even if I'm no longer alive.

Here I am talking for some

strange reason with my daughter.

It's incredible.

You know, when I left for

the w*r, you were so little

and now, now you're all grown up.

- Stop it.

- In Vietnam,

all I did was thinking about you and mom.

Every day, every hour during meals,

during firefights, always.

And after all this endless

thinking about you,

I realized something,

a small grain of sand

that move inside me causing a sand still.

A pure crystal lethal.

You know, Bailey,

it's not an easy thing to confess.

But I'll say it anyway.

Bailey? You and mom,

you and mom were my young too.

Do you understand me?

Useless little wh*re.

You and that b*tch mother of yours.

I could have had it all,

but no, I enlisted for you

to guarantee you a roof

over those f*cking b*tch heads of yours.

Was it worth it?

f*ck no.

If the price to pay for my life

was that of not giving

birth to you, then so be it.

I died because of you

filthy opportunist b*tches.

Dad is with the worms now.

Die!

Die!

Die!

- I've heard enough.

It's not you.

It can't be you.

- I will show you who the real monster is.

- Mac is everything okay?

Mac?

Mac answer?

- I'm on my way.

- Keith?

Gimme some light.

- Oh God.

sh*t!

- Are you okay?

- Mac?

- Buddy?

- Mac that's not funny.

Tell us what's happening.

- We all fall

down.

- For Christ.

- Mac. You need help.

Come with us.

And

- Oh.

- Can you hear that too?

- Hear what Mac?

Mac?

- It's beautiful.

Quinn, mate.

You ask me

if I find it up.

You know, it has needed.

You.

Got to sleep.

- Keith?

Your little piece of sh*t.

Now it's your f*cking turn.

- Get face full of this,

f*cking as*h*le.

- Is that all you have?

- So your ba*ls survived the wedgie

Well after I'm done with it,

I like your body in a coat rock.

Cut off your ba*ls and

shove it down your throat.

Who's breaking my ba*ls now?

- The f*cking tooth fairy.

- Oh.

- Get up.

- Bailey?

- You.

- Yeah. Me.

- Oh sh*t.

- I said get up.

Let's drag him to the living room.

We're not safe here.

- And him?

- Mac was already dead

before I pulled the trigger.

- Come on. Move.

- Okay.

- Quinn. It's me.

- Let him go.

- What happened?

- You tell us big man.

- What?

- Can we trust him?

- You're not possessed?

Are you?

- f*ck guys, it's me.

- Prove it.

- How can I do that?

I'm fine.

The last thing I can remember

is Mac's fist, two inches from my eyes.

And darkness.

Not possessed. Damn it.

- I believe him Bailey.

- Believe me guys,

I've just this f*ck off headache.

- But Mac?

Bailey, where's Mac?

Oh no.

No.

sh*t.

- For you Cap.

- Thanks, man.

What the f*ck happened here?

- The as*h*le is inside the house.

He tried to party with me,

but Bailey's tired of playing

and there's still sh*t to deal with.

- How did he get in?

I mean, doors and windows are all-

- Doors and windows didn't

do a damn thing to him.

It's like playing

f*cking chess with death.

- It's probably already

here, we don't even know it.

- Guys. I have an idea.

Let's use the book.

There's got to be some formula,

some, write that can help us.

- The situation is truly f*cked up

beyond all recognition.

So make it quick.

- You heard him? We'll, keep an eye out.

Keith, do your magic.

- Well then.

- Quick.

- I'm trying.

- He's close.

- Right, right.

- Keith.

- I found something.

- What?

- A note written in blood.

Best part, it's in English.

Maybe during World w*r II.

- We don't have time for

history lesson Keith.

What's written there? Hurry up!

- Get ready. He's coming.

- I am ready.

- Not yet.

I decided to baptize it first.

- Guys, to kick that thing's a*s,

we have to hit it on its ugly face with

This.

- Let him go, you son of a b*tch.

- I told you to-

- Bailey?

- No.

- Remember the Hooper Theory.

- Keith?

- Wait Bailey.

- Let her go, you as*h*le.

You wanna dance?

Let's dance.

- Get a hold of this.

- What have you done?

- What needed to be done.

Die!

Just f*cking die.

- Bailey. That's enough Bailey.

Enough.

Look at me. Look at me.

Bailey, look at me.

It's over. Game over.

His dead. That's enough.

- Congratulations.

Well done.

But do you really think it's over?

Do you really believe that?

Oh no. You are mistaken.

There are thousands like him

hidden in the darkness,

waiting, ready to kick your asses.

You won the battle, I grant you,

but the w*r.

Oh, the w*r

has just begun.

- I didn't know you smoked.

- I just quit.

The baptism is over.

I want its name.

- Lucy.

- Lucy. Nice name. I approve.

- And now?

- Now,

now we'll hunt down the others.

- You really must be out

of your f*cking mind.

- Do you think so?

I came here for some f*cking research

and now this.

f*cking amazing.

- Right.

- So what you wanna do,

build your own master hunting squad?

- Something like that.

Plus, I still have an outstanding debt.

I intend to sell it, whatever the cost.

I still owe it to Keith.

- And Mac.

We can still dance the

jig in Keith's honor.

- Well said.

- We need to go.

- Yeah.

Yeah. Let's go.

- Oh you little b*stards

where'd you think you're going?

You still owe me $70.

- f*ck!