[test tone]
[audio glitches]
["hail to the chief" playing]
[high-pitched ringing]
[ominous music]
[bugs chattering]
[distant barking]
[footsteps approaching]
[static hissing]
[shrill tone]
[garbled music]
[upbeat music]
[gentle music]
- No, that's-- that
is really good, Aman.
I like that.
[laughter]
I'm going to use that sometime.
- That was great.
- Oh, man.
That was good.
- Yeah, thanks.
Is Monroe all right?
- Yeah, she's upstairs.
She's studying.
- Oh.
Oh, OK.
- Yeah.
Junior year is pretty crazy.
- Oh, she's a junior?
- Uh-huh.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
- Oh, sorry.
I was just wondering.
- Hey, you should come in.
Come in.
Come on in.
- Yeah.
OK.
[door creaks]
[ominous rumbling]
- Yeah, come in.
[clears throat]
- OK.
- Yeah.
- So here's the thing.
Monroe suffers from
pretty severe anxiety.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
She doesn't like
being home alone.
But honestly, she should keep
to herself most of the night.
- Yeah.
- Oh, OK.
Yeah, great.
No, that's cool.
You know, my-- my sister
was pretty shy at that age.
- Oh, yeah.
I mean, she's shy.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Uh, well, Monroe--
look, it's probably just best
to be forthright with you.
- Oh.
Yeah.
Sure.
OK.
- Monroe, when she was seven,
her brother was k*lled.
- Oh my-- oh my god.
Wow.
Oh my gosh.
- He was m*rder*d, and
it was in his room.
It was right next to Monroe's.
- Wow.
That's--
- No.
- That's-- I'm so sorry.
- No, it's OK.
Seriously.
- I can't even believe--
wow.
- It's OK, OK?
The k*ller, though,
was never caught.
And since then, Monroe's been--
- Oh my god.
- A little anxious.
- Anxious?
Anxious, I guess you could say.
- I mean, I can only imagine.
- Yeah.
She doesn't like being
alone, but she doesn't really
trust people either.
- Yeah.
Wow.
- Yeah.
Because of that,
we do have cameras
all throughout the house.
- Oh, thank gosh.
- It just helps with
her peace of mind.
- No, no.
Perfectly understandable.
- We just thought we should
be up front with you.
- No, I appreciate that.
- OK.
We're not trying to spy on you.
- Yeah, yeah.
No, I know.
- Yeah.
I know.
- Yeah.
It's CCTV.
We can't even access the
footage unless we're here.
- Yeah.
OK.
Sounds good.
- Sure it's OK?
- Yeah, of course.
- Yeah.
If it's not, we do understand.
- No, no--
- No.
- It's-- it's fine.
- If you want to leave, it's OK.
- Oh.
Oh, no. No, no.
It's fine.
- We would have to make
other plans, though. We do.
- Really, it's OK.
- Are you sure?
- It's OK.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- And they're not in
the bathroom, so--
- Oh.
- Well, that's good to know.
- Yeah, no.
They're not in the bathroom.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, no.
I appreciate you for telling
me, and it's all good.
- Aman, thank you for
being so understanding.
- Sure.
- Thank you so much.
- Of course.
- God, that's-- OK, great.
I'm going to go
pack a few things.
- OK.
- OK.
- OK.
Thanks, honey.
- Yeah.
OK.
Whew.
[footsteps depart]
- So-- Dooba.
Dooba, dooba.
[footsteps approaching]
Dooba, dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba.
- Um, sorry.
I-- why are you-- the--
- Oh.
Oh my God, "dooba dooba."
I totally forgot.
I can't believe it.
You must think we're so weird.
"Dooba dooba" is just something
we say so that Monroe knows
it's us.
And it's because she
gets a little bit afraid
if she hears
footsteps and doesn't
know where it's coming from.
So yeah.
- Oh.
- Dooba, dooba.
- So whenever I'm
walking around, just--
just "dooba dooba?"
- Yeah.
At this point, it's not even
something we think about.
- OK.
- Dooba dooba.
- Dooba dooba.
- Yeah, just like that.
Dooba dooba.
- Dooba dooba.
Mooney-moo.
Amna's here.
- Hey, Monroe.
- You'll be sharing
this room with her.
- Oh, OK.
- There's an extra bed in there.
Do you want to see it?
- Yeah, that'd be great.
[knocks]
- Mooney, can we come in?
Are you sure?
Sure you don't want to meet her?
OK.
Dooba dooba.
- Oh.
Dooba dooba.
- Dooba dooba.
- Dooba--
- She takes a little bit
to get out of her shell.
- Oh, yeah.
Don't worry about that.
- OK.
Thanks so much.
- Yeah.
Yeah, you got it.
- Dooba, dooba.
[footsteps approach]
- Thanks, honey.
- Oh, yeah.
- OK.
[exhales]
- Thank you.
- Oh, God.
Yeah.
Oh.
[exhales]
- Did-- did you get the--
- The?
- You know, last
time you forgot it.
- I know I forgot that.
- Great.
-
- So when will you guys be back?
- Tomorrow--
- Yeah.
- Morning.
- Yeah.
- Before noon.
- OK, great.
Where are you guys going?
- Friend's place.
We have these little get
togethers every once in a while.
- It's a party.
- Oh, OK.
- Right.
Yeah.
You know parties, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know parties.
- Yeah, drinking.
So probably just
best to stay over.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
That's always good to be safe.
- Yeah.
Thank you so much, Amna.
- Oh, yeah.
Of course.
- And no parties
here, all right?
- Oh, darn.
[laughs]
- Girl like you, you
never though, right?
[laughs]
- Anyway.
- Oh.
- OK.
All set?
- Off we go.
Oh.
Oh, Aman.
- Yeah?
- Thank you very much.
Seriously, we really,
really appreciate
you looking after Monroe.
- We do.
- Yeah.
We don't really get out
much, as you can imagine.
So wow.
It's nice to just
be able to relax
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, you got it.
- Besides, I'm sure you've got
plenty of parties you could
be going to on a Friday night.
- I don't really.
- Hmm.
- It's--
- OK.
Well, that's all right.
Thank you anyway, Aman.
- Sure.
Oh, it's Amna by the way.
[sighs]
- I told him.
- Amna?
- Am-na.
- God.
Wow.
OK.
- Oh, it's OK.
- No, I'm so sorry.
- Oh, no.
It's fine.
- Seriously.
It's just, like-- f*ck!
[high-pitched ringing]
- No, I just--
[grunts]
- It's OK.
- No.
It's-- it's these ethnic names.
I'm sorry.
- It's OK.
- It's these ethnic names.
I just--
- It's OK.
- Amna?
- Am-na.
- Aman?
- No.
- Is that a guy's name?
- Yeah.
But it's fine.
- No.
No, it's not.
It's not.
- It's-- it's fine.
- It's not.
Here I am trying to make you
feel comfortable in our home
and I can't even
get your name right.
- Honey.
- No.
- Take this, seriously.
- Oh my gosh.
- Seriously.
- No, no, no, no.
- Take it, please.
I insist.
- Oh my God.
- No, no, no.
It's fine.
- I'm sure you need--
- It's just--
- I'm sure you need the money.
- People mix up my
name all the time.
It's fine.
- Hey, think of it as,
like, retributions.
- Um--
- Wait, reparations?
- Yeah.
It's fine.
It's fine.
Let's go.
We're going to be late.
- It's fine.
- OK, no.
- It's really-- it's good.
- All right.
That's fine.
Whatever.
The women have spoken here.
Here's what I'm going to do.
I'm going to let it fall.
There you go, OK?
- Um, I--
- If it's gone--
- It's not really necessary
- --when we get
back, I'm forgiven.
OK?
That's it.
- I am so sorry.
Wilson, we're going to be late.
- OK, of course.
Yes.
- It's fine.
- Thank you.
- Giddyup!
- Thank you.
[light clicks off]
Bye-bye.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- Uh-huh.
- Thanks, Amna.
- Yep.
[camera whirs]
Dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba.
[ominous rumbling]
Dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba.
- Dooba, dooba.
- Hey, Monroe.
- Dooba, dooba.
- Dooba, dooba.
[footsteps approaching]
- Dooba, dooba.
[ominous rumbling]
- Dooba, dooba.
- Dooba, dooba.
- Dooba, dooba, dooba, dooba!
Dooba, dooba, dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba, dooba, dooba!
- Dude--
- Dooba, dooba!
Dooba, dooba, dooba, dooba!
Dooba, dooba, dooba, dooba!
[muffled heartbeat]
- Hey, wait.
Hey, Monroe.
Monroe, how's your--
how's your night going?
- Um, good.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, it's cool.
I'm having a tough time, you
know, figuring out polynomials.
- Oh.
Yeah.
Why-- why don't you sit down?
You know, if you need any
help, I was pretty good at math
in high school.
- Yeah.
I thought I was too.
- I'm sure you are.
Some things just take time.
But once you get it,
everything kind of clicks.
- Yeah.
- So if you're so
good at math, why
are you trying to be a singer?
- Huh?
Oh.
Well, that's just kind of
what I want to do, you know?
That's-- that's,
like, my-- my passion.
- Yeah.
Sure.
- Hey.
So how did you know
I was trying to--
- I stalked to your Instagram.
Checked out your SoundCloud
- Oh.
Oh, yeah.
- I don't really
trust strangers.
- Oh.
OK.
Yeah.
Yeah, I get that.
- I just like to check people
out before I meet them,
you know?
Especially if they're
coming to stay.
- So you checked
out my SoundCloud?
- Some of it.
- What'd you think?
- I guess it was fine.
It's not really my style.
- Oh.
Oh.
- I guess it feels basic,
if you know what I'm saying?
Like, your songs
don't really evolve.
You more or less switch
from verse to chorus,
verse to chorus, and
then it just ends.
And as far as musical
originality goes,
you don't really-- you haven't
really found your sound,
if you know what I mean.
Lyrically speaking, you
don't really explore.
Like, the one where
the chorus goes,
"I saw you cross the room
and my heart went bada boom,
and the bass went bada boom,
and your car went vroom vroom."
And you know, of
course, all songs don't
need to be lyrical
masterpieces, but I
don't think I should be laughing
every time the chorus comes
around, you know?
- Oh.
Thanks.
Thanks for your opinion.
It's very honest feedback.
- Oh, god.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to--
[stammers] I didn't
mean to be like that.
- No.
Monroe, it's fine.
- No.
I really don't know
what I'm talking about.
- It's OK.
It's OK, really.
Everyone's always so nice to me.
It's good to hear
something critical.
- No.
I genuinely did like
it for what it was.
- Yeah, no.
Monroe, really, it's OK.
- Oh, no.
- Monroe, it's fine.
- No.
No, it's not.
I shouldn't have said anything.
I should have just
stayed in my room.
I just-- I just
wanted to meet you.
I-- I don't know why I
told you I stalked you.
That's-- that's--
that's so weird.
- No, it's not weird, Monroe.
- No.
No, it is.
I-- I need to know everything
I can about a person
before I can even--
even meet them.
I-- I don't know why I do that.
That's-- that's so weird.
- No.
No, Monroe.
It's fine.
Don't-- don't worry.
It's perfectly understandable
in your situation.
- Understandable?
- Oh.
- They told you.
- What?
- My brother.
They told you.
[ominous music]
- God!
I told them not to tell you.
- It's fine, Monroe.
It's-- it's OK.
- I just want to be
a normal girl for one
night with normal problems.
- It's OK.
[ominous rumbling]
Hey, look.
Look, you are normal.
- I'm not!
I'm not normal!
Amna, do you babysit
16-year-old girls that often?
- No.
- Do you have to run around
their house yelling "Dooba,
dooba" OR they'll
have a panic attack.
- No.
- Or are they scared
to at any moment,
some man is going to
run into their room
and stab them to death?
- Some are.
- But are they 16?
- No.
[eerie music]
It's OK.
Look, I'm going
to keep you safe.
- How?
- If someone comes in
here, I will k*ll them.
- Don't lie to me.
- I'm not lying.
- You are lying.
If someone came in here,
they'd k*ll both of us.
- I don't know.
Maybe.
- You can't just lie
to make me feel better.
Everyone's always lying to me.
- I-- I don't want to lie.
- Then why do you do it?
You can't come in here and
say that you can protect me
when you can't protect me.
- [stammers] I don't know.
- I just want to be normal.
I just want to be a normal girl.
[sobbing]
- Hey.
- Stop!
God, now why am I crying?
I don't want to cry.
[ominous rumbling]
- It's OK.
It's OK.
- No.
No, it's not OK.
It's not OK.
- Monroe, it's OK.
It's OK.
It's fine to cry.
- No, it's not fine!
- I cry all the time.
- No, I cry all the time!
I cry so hard my stomach hurts.
- OK.
[bugs chattering]
[muffled screaming]
- 100 plus.
- Children born with
normal intelligence
readily understand
facts and words.
- --Plus 30 plus 2 plus 2.
- They can grasp
abstract concepts
and interpret signs and symbols.
And they are able to solve new
problems with old knowledge.
They learn to anticipate
danger through signs and sounds
of warning.
Talking to strangers,
moving about the streets
without apprehension.
Using public transportation.
Getting from one place to
another without becoming lost.
These are all things
which normal children
learn without formal training.
[door slams]
- I'm named after a president.
You know, the Monroe Doctrine
of non-European interference?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Actually, my whole family
is named after presidents.
Wilson, Taylor, Monroe.
It's sort of our--
our coolest fact
about our family.
I think it's really cool.
- Yeah.
Yeah, that's pretty cool.
- Yeah.
Zachary Taylor actually
only served about--
under two years in office
because-- because he
died in office.
And my dad and I always
make fun of my mom for that.
- Yeah.
That sounds-- that sounds fun.
[screams]
[panting]
- Monroe, OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
I know what to do.
It's just a cut.
Hey.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Just hold that on there, OK?
- OK.
Yeah.
- Just breathe.
It's OK.
Is there a bandage
in the bathroom?
OK, OK.
I'm going to be right back, OK?
I'm going to be right back.
Dooba, dooba, dooba,
dooba, dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba, dooba, dooba.
[buzzing]
[ominous rumbling]
[static hissing]
Oh my God.
OK.
Hey, hey.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's all right.
Don't worry.
Don't worry.
Hey, I've got you.
I got you.
I got you.
OK.
It's just-- it's just a
little bit of blood, OK?
It's fine.
It's OK.
It happens all the time.
It's OK.
It's OK.
It's OK.
OK.
OK.
OK.
OK?
- OK.
OK.
OK.
- It's all right.
- OK.
- Hey.
Hey, see?
Look at that.
Look at that.
No big deal.
- Right.
- No big deal, right?
- Yeah, sorry.
- That's OK.
- It happens.
- That's OK.
No, you don't have to say sorry.
Just-- just breathe, OK?
- Yeah.
- I got you.
I'm here.
- Thank you.
- It's OK.
Yeah, of course.
Of course.
- I-- I didn't cry.
- No.
No, you didn't.
No, you didn't.
[breathing heavily]
That's right.
You didn't.
[alarm ringing]
[screaming]
- Dooba, dooba.
[monroe sobbing]
- Dooba, dooba,
dooba, dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba, dooba.
Dooba, dooba, dooba.
[unsettling, high-pitched tone]
- It's OK.
It's OK.
It's fine.
Hey.
Hey, Monroe.
Monroe.
Hey, look at me.
[audio glitches]
- Dooba, dooba?
- Yeah, dooba, dooba.
- That's creepy.
- I know.
- You really know how
to land these jobs.
- I could be at Hydro
with Dave right now.
- He's at Hydro?
- Yeah, he's seeing Gigman.
He's going to give him my tape.
- Oh.
- You don't think
it's a good idea.
- No.
It's worth a try.
- You think it's bad?
- I don't think it's bad.
- Do I suck?
Be honest.
- You are an amazing singer.
You always have been.
- I'm just wasting my time.
This is just stupid, right?
- You're not stupid.
- Sorry, I'm just
not feeling good.
I'm not even a good babysitter.
- You're a great babysitter.
I would be so happy to
have you sit on my baby.
- Thanks.
- Honestly, it
sounds kind of fun.
Dooba, dooba.
It'll be a story.
- Yeah.
You want to come
here and replace me?
You'd probably do a
better job than me.
[bugs chattering]
[phone beeps]
[silverware clinking]
- How are you doing?
- Good.
I'm pretty weird.
- Sorry.
No.
No.
You're-- you're not weird.
Well, what do you
want to do tonight?
- We could play a game.
- OK.
Yeah, sure.
I like that idea.
What game?
- Truth or dare?
- It's not really game for
a babysitter, you know?
It's more like something you
play with your girlfriends.
- Please?
I don't really have friends.
- Oh.
- So you'll play?
- All right.
Sure.
- OK.
You start.
- OK.
Truth or dare?
- Truth.
- What-- have you
ever kissed a boy?
- No.
Truth or dare?
- Truth.
- Have you ever kissed a boy?
- Yeah.
- This is fun.
[laughs]
Was he cute?
- Well, kind of
kissed more than one.
- Right.
That makes sense.
I haven't even kissed one boy.
- Yeah, I know.
- I've thought about
it, kissing a boy.
I'd have to meet one first.
- Well, yeah.
That's usually how it goes.
But it'll happen.
OK.
Truth or--
- Do you know any boys?
- Like, any boys you could meet?
- Yeah.
Because I mean, if you
introduced them to me,
I could know I could trust them,
because-- because I trust you,
you know?
- Um--
- It's OK.
I mean, even if you
did know someone,
you wouldn't introduce
me to them because--
because I'm weird.
- No.
No, no, no.
No.
I just don't really
know anyone your age.
Truth or dare?
- Dare.
- OK.
[audio glitches]
I dare you to eat a
mango covered in mayo.
- Gross.
OK.
[retches]
- Oh my god.
Oh my God.
OK, OK, OK.
[exhales]
[coughs]
- All right.
- Did you enjoy that?
- Not really.
Truth or dare?
- OK, dare.
- I dare you to sing
one of your songs.
- Like, what?
Like, a cappella?
- Yeah.
- OK.
OK.
OK.
[exhales]
OK.
(SINGING) Hey, hey, boyfriend
Go ahead and ask me
What it is you want to see.
- I can't.
I'm so sorry.
I really can't.
I can't do it.
- No, it's cool.
It's cool.
It's cool.
It's cool.
- I'm not good at--
OK, truth, truth, truth.
- OK.
What, um
- Really?
- Yeah.
I don't know.
I've always kind
of wondered what
it would feel like to just hit
someone as hard as I could.
- OK.
- OK.
Truth or dare?
- Truth.
- OK.
What do you want to
be when you grow up?
- You know those
people with the FAA
that, like, investigate
plane crashes?
They-- they go to the crash
site and they look at the flight
logs, and then write
up incident reports?
- Oh, yeah.
- One of those people.
- That-- that's
actually really cool.
- Yeah.
My-- my brother
wanted to be a pilot.
- Cool.
- Truth or dare?
- OK.
Truth.
Dare.
Dare.
I wonder.
- OK.
- Punch me.
- What?
- Punch me, like you've
always wanted to.
- I'm not going to punch--
- Punch me.
You know you've always
wanted to do it.
- I'm not going to punch you.
- You said "dare."
I dared you to punch me.
It's fine.
- No, Monroe.
- What if I punch
you first, you know?
- I don't want you to punch me.
- But then you'll be angry
enough to punch me back.
- I don't want anyone
to get punched.
- Well, I-- I dared you.
- No.
No.
Why do you want me to punch you?
- Because you've always
wanted to punch someone.
- Well, not you!
[fist cracks]
f*ck!
Ow!
What the f*ck is wrong with you?
[high-pitched ringing]
[atmospheric whooshing]
[distant footsteps]
[door slams]
- Can I--
Can I tell you something?
- Yeah.
- And-- and you promise not
to hate me any more than you
already do?
- I don't hate you, Monroe.
- You promise?
- Yeah.
- You promise that you
don't hate me, or you won't?
Or-- or you won't hate me more?
- Um, I-- I don't know.
Both?
- OK.
- Earlier, when I--
when I cut my finger,
I guess that was a lie.
I wasn't really freaking out.
- Oh.
- I-- I was just trying
to get attention.
I don't really know
why, but I-- but I don't
do that when I cut my finger.
I guess maybe--
I know you think
I'm fragile, and--
and I like it when
people try to help me.
And, like, when you were
treating me sort of normal,
that--
that scared me.
- But-- but don't-- don't you
want to be treated normal?
- Yeah, I know.
I know.
But, like, I don't know.
That's-- that's just
something I did.
I-- I'm sorry.
Do you hate me?
- No.
No, of course I don't hate you.
- Sorry I ruined it.
- You didn't ruin it.
- Hey, can I--
can I show you something?
- What is it?
- Can I show you?
- Yeah.
Yeah, OK.
- I-- I have to be allowed
out of my room to show you.
- Yeah.
Yeah, of course.
Of course you can come out.
- OK.
[door creaks]
- Right here.
So this is-- is my diary.
Um.
I write down what me and my
brother did, if he was alive.
His name was Roosevelt,
like-- like the presidents.
He was named after
two presidents.
But this is what
we would have done.
I mean, every day,
we'd do so many things.
See.
See, on-- on Tuesday the
fourth, we went to the park.
And there was this man there
who asked us for our autographs
because we're in a band.
I play guitar, he sings.
And then he tried
to sh**t my brother,
like-- like John Lennon.
And I kicked him in the face.
And then-- and then
on Sunday, we just--
we just hung out and
played checkers all day
because we had a really
big concert last week.
And then my mom made
us peanut butter jelly
sandwiches for dinner.
Like-- like, big ones.
Have you ever had PB&J?
- Yeah.
- You're so lucky.
- Oh.
- Oh.
Oh, OK.
And then-- and then today.
Today we went skydiving
and my parachute broke.
And my brother dove
down to catch me,
and-- and we floated all
the way to the ground.
And then-- and then
we came back home
and we played truth
or dare, just like us.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
Isn't that just so fun?
- Yeah, that's-- that's
really fun, Monroe.
- And then we-- um--
we watched a movie.
- Oh.
- Don't let him
get at me, mister.
Don't let him get at me.
- Perfectly safe here.
I'm a doctor.
- Oh.
- Am I hurt bad, Doc?
- I'm afraid so.
- I don't feel nothing.
Am I going to die?
- We all have to die sometime.
- Oh, just don't
let me die, Doc.
- No, no.
Your overalls
caught one of them.
- True.
- Oh my God.
Wait, there's so
much on the ground.
Your parents are
going to k*ll me.
[phone dings]
- Oh.
One second.
- --kind of animal.
- Sorry.
- Oh, is that your boyfriend.
- Careful.
- What are you
texting him about?
- Yeah, it is.
He's at this show
meeting Gigman.
- Who's Gigman?
[tv chatter continues]
- He's like this big DJ.
My boyfriend's going to give
him my tape, see if he likes it.
- Gigman.
Does that mean that he's
a man that does gigs?
- Yeah, I guess.
- That's really dumb.
- Yeah, it's pretty dumb.
- --I saw last night.
[fan humming]
[floorboards creaking]
- This is-- this is your bed.
- OK.
Thanks.
[bed creaks]
- I, um, I had a really
great time tonight.
- Yeah, me too.
- That was-- that
was Roosevelt's bed.
- The-- the one where he--
- Yeah.
Yeah, there's still
blood on the mattress.
But it's-- it's fine.
- Hey, Monroe.
Were you in the room when he--
- Yeah.
Yeah.
We had mashed potatoes and
gravy for dinner that night.
And we watched "Aladdin," and--
but we got in a fight.
He didn't want to share
a room with me anymore.
So I punched him, and
I got sent to timeout
for the rest of the night.
So I-- I fell asleep early, and
I woke up at-- at some point
in the night to--
to footsteps coming in our room.
I-- I thought it was my dad,
but then I heard his breathing
and it was just so--
[camera whirring]
So big.
And I, uh-- he just
kind of watched him.
He just kind of stood
over him for a while.
And then he-- so I, um--
I screamed and he ran.
I don't know why
he left me alive.
[tense music rising]
[chains rattle]
[incoherent mumbling]
-
[screaming]
[chain rattles]
[incoherent mumbling]
[screaming]
[chain rattling]
[screaming]
[incoherent mumbling]
[screaming]
[screaming]
- Mooney!
Mooney!
Mooney-moo!
[whimpering]
[screaming, pounding]
[chain rattles]
[phone ringing]
- One sec.
[bed creaking]
One second.
[bugs chattering]
- Hey.
Hey, what is it?
What?
Are you drunk?
What?
One second.
One second.
No way.
[stairs creak]
OK, OK.
Hey.
Hey, what the f*ck?
What-- what's going on?
Yeah, and?
He wants to meet me?
Holy sh*t.
OK, well.
I mean, I can't go tonight.
I'm babysitting.
Dave, I'm babysitting.
Oh.
I could call Anna,
the old switcheroo.
I could-- I could get her
to go over there with you,
and-- and you can just
tell her what to say.
Of course I want to meet
him, but I can't just leave.
Oh my God.
OK.
OK.
Um, OK.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe.
I can call her.
Say what?
[sighs]
I love you.
And you're the best boyfriend
in the whole wide world.
All right, I'll call you back.
Anna.
No, no, no.
Everything's fine.
I just-- I--
I kind of need a favor, but you
have to promise not to hate me.
OK.
I need the old switcheroo.
Yes, I'm serious.
I need it tonight.
Please.
Dave-- Dave Gigman
liked my tape.
He liked it, and he
wants to meet me.
I don't know why he
has to be tonight.
He's-- he's on
ketamine or something,
and he's leaving tomorrow.
And just-- please,
please, please.
I really want to meet him.
You know this is a
dream come true for me.
[ominous rumbling builds]
Anything you want.
Anything.
I'll do anything.
A-- a blank check, OK?
Please.
I don't know.
Just-- just drive here.
I'll text you the
address right now.
And as soon as you get here,
I'll run you through everything,
and all you have to
do is-- is sleep.
And as soon as you wake up,
you just-- you leave, OK?
That's it.
That's it.
Super simple.
Seriously?
Oh my god, you're
going to do it?
Holy sh*t.
Holy sh*t, I'm meeting Gigman.
Holy sh*t.
OK.
OK.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
OK.
OK, I love you.
I love you.
Bye.
OK.
OK, bye.
OK.
OK.
[ominous rumbling]
[monroe screaming]
- Hey!
Oh my god.
Hey!
Hey!
Mooney.
Oh my god, Mooney.
Oh, no.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Oh my god.
- Sorry.
Sorry, I woke up
and you were gone.
And I thought--
- No, no, no.
- I don't know.
I guess--
[static hissing]
[test tone]
["hail to the chief" playing]
[static hissing]
["hail to the chief" resumes]
[garbled, glitchy audio]
["hail to the chief" resumes]
[static hisses]
[tape fastfowarding]
[MUFFLED, INDISCRIMINATE
CHATTER]
[test tone]
[bugs chattering]
[distant engine rumbling]
[car door slams]
[horn honks]
[footsteps approach]
[ominous whirring]
- Amna, pick up
the f*cking phone.
[door creaks]
[door clicks shut]
f*ck.
[distant thump]
Amna?
- Amna.
Hey, it's us.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Hi.
- How's it going?
- Yeah, good.
- Didn't expect you to be awake.
- Yeah, I just have
trouble sleeping sometimes.
- Hmm.
- Oh, I know what you mean.
I have such trouble
sleeping in new places.
- Yeah.
Yeah, exactly.
- Sorry we didn't tell
you we were coming back.
- Oh.
- I tried calling,
but you didn't answer.
- No, yeah.
Sorry.
My phone, I-- I didn't see it.
But yeah.
So-- so why'd you
guys come back?
[sighs]
- Party ended up being a bust.
- That's a shame.
- Yeah.
- It was a swingers party.
- Oh.
- Someone tested for chlamydia,
and suddenly the whole thing's
off.
- Oh.
Wow.
Well, you know I--
I should probably go.
Get out of your hair.
- How is Monroe?
- Oh, she was good.
She's good, yeah.
- So glad to hear that.
I was worried.
- Yeah.
No, no.
She-- Monroe was great.
- That's great.
- Well, would you like a drink?
- Oh, a drink?
- No.
You know, I should--
I should really go.
- I'll be right back.
- I have a long drive.
Actually, my-- my
boyfriend has this thing.
- No, why?
Come on, stick around.
- No.
You know, my boyfriend's
got this thing,
and he really wants me to go.
- Oh.
So you were planning on leaving.
- Oh.
Oh, no.
No.
No, of course not.
No.
Sorry.
You know.
- Why don't you just
tell us about your night?
- How-- how do you mean?
- Well, how is Monroe?
How did everything go?
We'd love to hear about her.
- Oh.
I mean, she's really
sweet, you know?
She's lovely.
- I'm so glad.
So it was good?
- Did she make
you play any games
- Oh, no.
No.
- Really?
- How weird.
- Interesting.
Yeah.
- Yeah.
- No, we mostly just
kind of hung out.
- Oh, I love that.
She never gets to hang out.
- No, she doesn't.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
But anyway, I should probably
just-- just go and, you know,
let you guys be-- yeah.
We hung out.
That was it.
And, yeah, it was a lot of fun.
But I'll leave you guys to it.
- I love that jacket.
- Oh.
Thank you.
- Yeah.
You weren't wearing that when
we were here earlier, right?
- No.
No, I just put it on now because
I was getting kind of cold.
- That's not your jacket.
- It-- what?
It is my jacket.
- So where is your sister, Amna?
You're not Amna.
- I am.
- Interesting.
I think you should sit down.
- Where is Monroe?
- Oh.
She's just sleeping, I think.
- Well, maybe you two
should go check on her.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Come on.
- What's your name?
- Oh, yeah.
It's-- it's Anna.
- Anna?
Amna?
That's stupid.
Come on.
Dooba, dooba.
- Dooba, dooba.
- Dooba, dooba.
- Dooba, dooba.
Mooney.
My little Mooney-moo.
My little honeysuckle honeydew.
Mooney, can we come in?
- Can I--
- No.
She's sleeping.
- Oh.
Yeah.
But can I please just talk to--
- She's sleeping
and we need to talk.
- What?
Dooba, dooba.
- Uh, Dooba, dooba.
- No, she's not dangerous.
I just want somebody to come
and take her out of here.
Yeah, 1765 Jefferson Way.
Thank you.
How's Monroe?
- Wonderful.
- Good.
The police should be
here in an hour or so.
- Um, the police?
- Did your sister tell
you about our son?
- Yeah.
- How he was m*rder*d in our
home while we were sleeping?
- Yeah.
I'm-- I'm so sorry.
- Do you think all these f*cking
cameras are just for show?
- No.
No, I know they're not.
I know.
- You do understand
that we don't like it
when strangers come into our
home without our permission.
- Yes, of course I understand.
[glasses clinking]
- The police should
be here soon.
Perhaps by then, we
won't be strangers.
You're lucky that
Monroe is fine.
- It's OK, sweetie.
It's OK.
- You know, I'm sorry.
I think this-- this was all just
a really big misunderstanding.
I-- I--
I-- I completely understand
where you're both coming from.
Just Amna had to go meet
this DJ and I don't--
I don't even know why
it had to be tonight.
I've got no idea.
And, you know, but she
just called me, and I--
I didn't mean to come inside.
She just asked me
to come and she just
wanted to see if I could
come in and kind of,
like, step in, and--
- And replace her?
- Yeah, the-- the
old switcheroo.
- Wow.
Amna's really gone and screwed
with everybody's night.
- Yeah, I guess she has.
She does that.
But if I could just go in
and talk to her, I just--
I-- I know we could find
a way to all this out
because we'd never
want to hurt--
hurt your daughter.
And it's really just a
very big misunderstanding.
- We might be able
to sort this out.
It is kind of its
own little lifestyle.
Makes you kind of wonder
why everyone doesn't do it.
One man, one woman.
What's the fun in that?
Have you ever?
- What?
No, no, no.
- Not even with your sister?
- No.
- Well, you should
try it sometime.
- Oh.
We don't really have that
kind of relationship.
- You're not close?
- No, no.
We're very, very, very close.
Very close.
It's just that's not
really our thing.
- Oh, that's a shame.
- Yeah.
That kind of stuff really
makes you closer, you know?
- Really helps you
get to know a person.
[anna gulps]
[sighs]
You know, tonight has really
been a huge disappointment.
- I'm sorry.
- First, the orgy's canceled.
And then we come home to a
strange girl in our home.
- Please.
- Yeah.
A strange girl.
And just like the other one.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
Relax.
Relax.
Yeah, it's going to be fine.
Hey.
You know what?
This is fair.
It's more than fair, if
you think about it, OK?
No record, no jail, OK?
And you still get to
be the good girl, OK?
- Are the police going to come?
- No.
[grunting]
- Jesus.
Relax.
[anna struggling]
- Was there something
in the drink?
[laughs]
- Of course, there was.
[garbled audio]
[tape rewinds]
[screaming]
- Hey!
Hey!
Mooney.
Oh my god, Mooney.
Oh, no.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
- Oh my God.
Sorry.
Sorry, I woke up
and you were gone.
And I thought--
- No, no, no.
- I don't know.
I guess--
- Amna?
Are you asleep?
- No.
- I had fun today.
- Yeah.
- Lots of fun.
More fun than I've had in ages.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Me too, Mooney.
- I liked having you here.
It feels like a sleepover
- Yeah.
That's-- that's the idea.
- You're my friend.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
- And-- and you wouldn't lie
to me because you're my friend,
right?
- What?
No, Mooney.
Of course-- of course not.
I would never lie to you.
- You know, I really don't like
it when people try to leave me.
You wouldn't leave me, right?
- Right.
- Not even with your sister?
[garbled audio]
[grunting, coughing]
[ominous droning]
[floor creaks]
[crowbar rattles]
[test tone]
[dull thumping]
[intermittent static hissing]
[thumping continues]
[hissing continues]
- f*ck.
f*ck.
f*ck.
We weren't finished yet.
Amna!
Amna, come on!
[garbled, high-pitched audio]
OK.
OK.
[heavy breathing]
[discordant clicking]
[bugs chattering]
[distant barking]
[monroe grunting]
[bugs chattering]
[dull thump]
[distant barking]
[doors creaking]
[metallic whining]
[thud]
[ominous rumbling]
[plastic crinkling]
[sharp thump]
[plastic rustling]
[plastic crinkling]
[ominous droning]
[droning builds]
- Truth or dare.
- Dooba, dooba.
- Dare?
[plastic crinkles]
[droning builds]
- Eat.
[audio glitches]
[discordant static ringing]
[moans]
- Oh my God.
I-- I don't--
no.
My head.
- This will help
you to get well.
- Nothing will help
me to get well done.
Oh my god.
No.
- Ready?
[machine clicks]
[screeches]
- Amna, come on.
You've got to get up.
Amna.
Amna, come on.
Get up.
Amna?
Amna, come on.
Amna, come on.
Get up.
You've got to get up.
You're scaring me, Amna.
Amna, come on.
Please get up!
Please get up!
[anna whimpering]
Come on.
Come on.
Fine.
[anna whelps]
Come on.
Come on, Amna.
Come on.
You can get up.
- I-- I'm--
- What?
What are you trying to say?
- I'm-- I'm not Amna.
- Yes, you are.
- Come on.
Remember?
I'm Monroe.
I k*lled your sister, Anna.
I k*lled Anna.
Anna's dead.
Come on.
Come on, Amna.
Get up.
Get up!
[whimpers]
- Ow.
- Come on, Amna.
You can do it.
You're OK.
[heavy breathing]
Amna, be careful.
Don't hurt yourself.
Amna.
[door creaks open]
[bugs chattering]
Amna, I told you,
get back inside!
[heavy thud]
- Amna.
Amna, you've had
too much to drink.
You need to get to bed.
[heavy breathing]
Come on, Amna.
- No, I'm not Amna.
Where's Amna?
- Come on, Amna.
- Get up.
Come on.
Oh, you don't want
to go in there.
Come on.
This way, to the door.
[door thuds]
Amna.
Amna, it's a pull.
It's not a push.
- OK.
- It's a pull!
Pull the door!
[screams]
You can't go in there!
Get out, no!
Get out!
[heavy thud]
- Amna.
Amna, this--
- Amna's a party girl.
whoa!
[screams]
[crashing down steps]
[high-pitched ringing]
[stairs creaking]
- Six centimeters above the
zygoma in the coronal suture,
the opening is made.
Suctioning the brain in
approximately the plane
of the coronal suture allows us
to expose certain vital points.
When the head of the
caudate nucleus is removed,
the fibers radiating forward
from the thalamus are seen.
[garbled, distorted audio]
- My fellow Americans,
I have come today
from the turmoil of your
capital to the tranquility
of your campus to speak about
the future of your country.
We have always prided
ourselves on being
not only America the strong,
and America the free,
but America the Beautiful.
Today, that beauty is in danger.
[whining]
The water we drink,
the food we eat--
[crying]
The very air that we breathe
- Just relax.
- Are threatened with pollution.
- Just relax.
- Our society will not be
great until every young mind
is set free to scan the
farthest reaches of thought
and imagination.
So we must give every
child a place to sit
and a teacher to learn from.
- What?
- OK.
- You can help build a society.
[anna sobbing]
Where the demands of morality--
[hammer clinks]
And the needs of the
spirit can be realized
in the life of the nation.
- There we go.
[sobs]
[woman singing "amazing grace"]
- Will you join in the battle
to build the great society,
to prove that our
material progress is only
the foundation on which
we will build a richer
life of mind and spirit.
We have the power to shape
the civilization that we want.
- (SINGING) As day--
- But we need your will, and
your labor, and your heart
if we are to build
that kind of society.
[sighs]
So let us, from this
moment, begin our work
[ominous droning]
So that in the future,
men will look back.
And say, it was then,
after a long and weary way
that man turned the
exploits of his genius
to the full enrichment
of his life.
- Here.
OK.
OK.
OK.
[sighs]
[trumpets playing on tv]
[static hissing]
- (SINGING) Hey, hey boyfriend
Go ahead and ask me
What it is you want to see
What do you need
What do you want
What do I got that
You want me to flaunt?
I like it rough
I can't get enough
Five nights a week
I'm stuffing your stuff
I saw you across the room
And my heart went boom, boom
And the bass went bada boom
And your car went
Vroom, vroom, vroom
Oh yeah
And your car went
Vroom, vroom, vroom
- I'm just giving
you another call.
I guess Anna kind
of fell through,
fell asleep, or something.
And I gave her a
couple of calls.
I couldn't reach her.
So anyways, I
think it's probably
a good thing you didn't come.
Gigman sobered up a bit
and changed his mind,
you know, about the whole thing.
I just-- I don't think
he's the type of guy
that should be
criticizing lyrics.
Or, you know, it's
like, he uses AutoTune.
We can-- yeah, anyways,
I probably-- we
can talk about it later.
I'm-- I'm home now.
So you've got the spare
set of keys, so just--
just let yourself in.
[sighs]
Love you.
Good night.
[muffled dripping water]
- (SINGING) Dooba
Dooba dooba dooba
Dooba dooba dooba
Dooba dooba doo ba
Dooba dooba dooba
Dooba dooba do ba
Dooba dooba
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