[cacophony of voices murmuring]
[thunder booms, echoes]
[rain patters]
[loud clap of thunder]
[speaking in Italian]
Hmm?
[speaking in Italian]
[bag rustling]
[cart creaking]
[sighs]
[urn thuds]
[bag rustling]
[eerie music]
[bag rustling]
[bag rustling]
[running footsteps]
[slap of barefoot
running footsteps]
[screaming]
[eerie music]
[electricity buzzing]
[high-pitched whine]
[music builds in intensity]
[music stops abruptly]
[patter of running footsteps]
[both screaming]
Aah!
[speaking in Italian]
[eerie music]
[horn honks]
[siren wails]
[Mia sighs]
[Mia] Good news,
I got the catalogs.
Bad news, I'm running late.
[Michael, on phone] Don't
stress. You'll get wrinkles.
I'm on the opposite side
of the city, Michael.
I'm freaking out.
Wrinkles are the least
of my concerns.
I can't be the last one
to arrive.
[Michael] Okay, okay, okay.
Well, if you're freaking out,
then now's maybe not
the best time to tell you
we're still moving
some of the pieces.
-What?
-[Michael] It's fine, it's fine.
It's all under control.
You know me, I just--
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Sorry. Um, hi.
Um, what are you doing?
Hanging the paintings,
like you told me to.
Except it's upside down.
They're both upside down.
[man] Are they?
What is Brown teaching
you art majors these days,
besides how to be
easily offended?
Take them down
and fix them, yes?
-[man] Because I thought--
-No, don't-- don't.
Don't think, just obey.
Mia?
You got this?
Haul your bougie a*s over here
before I m*rder the intern.
Thank you.
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
[Mia sighs]
Hi, Dad.
Hi, sweetheart.
How's the event going?
It actually hasn't started yet.
Um, how are you?
[Raymond] Good, I guess.
Ran a few errands today,
pulled a few weeds
in the garden.
Dad, Dad, I'm sorry.
I have to be at the gallery
in 30 minutes,
and I'm already running late.
I'll call you tomorrow, okay?
[Raymond] Sure thing.
Good luck, from your
Mum and me.
I'm sure it'll be a hit.
Thanks, Dad.
I'll call tomorrow, all right?
[Raymond] Sure thing.
-Dad?
-[Raymond] Yeah?
I love you.
[Raymond]
I love you too, sweetheart.
Bye.
[sighs shakily]
[birds chirping]
[sighs]
She's so much like you.
[traffic rumbles]
[horn honks]
[smooth jazz playing]
Honey, I told you again
[low hum of conversation]
Baby, I told you twice
Don't come around here
No more
Don't come around here
no more
Your job is actually...
[soft murmurs of conversation]
It's the darker meaning
I saw in....
[conversation trails off
into whispers]
Hi. Oh, thank you so much.
Thanks.
Okay, I'll see you around.
[phone chimes]
Mia? Mia?
Look who just walked in
the room.
Greta Lamarr.
I can't believe it.
She never responded
to our invite.
She must have got tired
of my million stalkerish emails.
How do I look?
Like you're ready
to slay dragons.
Start with the one
that just walked in the room.
You've got this, Khaleesi.
You have to watch the show.
-That's not what she does.
-Who has the time?
-Just go, go, go.
-Okay. [laughs]
Mm!
[mellow electronic
music playing]
Now, this piece is called
"The Other Side of Loss."
The diary entries were found
alongside the painting
-in Ford's study.
-[phone chimes]
They're quite erratic,
but they seem to be describing
a radical change of influence
right after his wife's death.
Um, this collection was
the result of such influence,
and this painting here
is the artist's final work.
The dark figure
can represent the dead,
looking at us
from the other side,
or the living,
who are left behind.
And you, Miss Davis,
what do you think it represents?
Um...
well, in the diary,
Ford talks about
how he was haunted
by this image.
It feels as though there might
have been some unresolved issue
with the one he loved and lost.
[music turns eerie]
Something so strong that...
if you let it,
it can take over your life.
[mellow electronic music
playing again]
Congratulations.
This was a very
interesting collection.
One of the best
I've seen in years.
I might even be persuaded
to promote it.
Oh, we'd love the chance
to persuade you over lunch.
Set it up.
Ciao.
[both laughing quietly]
-[gasps]
-Mm-hmm.
[key clicks in lock]
[Mia sighs]
[clatters]
[Mia] sh*t.
[low, solemn music]
[phone beeps]
Hi, Dad.
Um, you're probably
still asleep,
but I wanted
to share the good news.
The show went really,
really well.
Better than I could
have asked for.
The big-time art dealer
I told you about came.
She loved the collection,
and wants to promote it.
Anyway, I just wanted
to let you know.
Talk tomorrow.
Love you.
[phone beeps]
[low, solemn music]
[low rumbling]
[eerie music]
[whispering voice] Mia.
[gasps]
[Mia breathes shakily]
[hyperventilating]
-[music stops abruptly]
-[Mia panting]
-[screaming] Mia!
-[Mia screams]
[gasps]
[low, eerie music]
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
[Leonardo] Mia? Mia Davis?
Yes.
[Leonardo] Hi, this is Leonardo.
I am a friend of your father.
I'm sorry for delivering this
news over the phone, but...
What happened?
[Leonardo] Your father passed
away a few hours ago.
The doctor said
he suffered an aneurysm.
I'm really sorry
for your loss, Mia.
Let me know when you get
here, so I can pick you up...
[eerie distorted music drones
over Leonardo speaking]
[gasping]
[eerie, static-filled
music builds]
[sobbing]
[static-filled music swells]
[music echoes, fades]
[low, foreboding music]
[footsteps creaking]
[man speaking quietly
in Italian]
Miss Davis.
Prego.
Let me offer you
our deepest condolences.
Thank you.
According to your wishes,
your father was cremated.
We have notified the consulate
about the cremation,
but for legal reasons,
they require we submit
the final destination
of the ashes.
Are you planning to bring them
back to the United States?
No, I'd like to bury them
on my family property
where my mother's ashes
are buried.
It's in Via San Giuseppe 65,
Sant'Ambrogio di Torino.
The approval for the burial
will take a few days,
and, um...
I must warn you that
it's ill*gal to open the urn
or spread the ashes
without express permission
from the Italian government.
Yes, but I didn't say I was
spreading the ashes, did I?
I'm really sorry.
I didn't mean to, you're--
No need to apologize.
I understand.
Take all the time you need.
[footsteps retreating]
[low, foreboding music]
[keys jingle]
[door creaking]
[door clicks shut]
[low, eerie music]
[footsteps echoing]
[door creaking]
[floorboards creaking]
[lid clanks]
[eerie music builds]
[sobbing]
[music builds]
[music stops abruptly]
[Michael, on phone]
Long day?
You could say that.
I'm a mess.
Mia, you just lost your dad,
not a goldfish.
Thank you, for being you.
It's really not that hard.
I'm quite good at being me.
[laughs]
Don't sell yourself short.
You're great at it.
[both chuckle]
I don't know what I would do
without you.
I'm sorry I can't be of any help
with Greta right now.
[scoffs] Mia, don't you worry
about a thing.
You know me.
I've got it all under control.
Yes, but I left you to handle
it all by yourself.
Please. I am the same guy
that handled both parts
of "Endless Love" during
my school's production
of Romeo and Juliet.
-[laughs]
-I k*lled it.
I k*lled it.
Both parts? [laughs]
Tragically, yes.
But, seriously.
You take your time.
Okay? Everything's going to be
right where you left it
when you come back.
I even promise to stop
bullying the interns.
Unless they cross me,
which they always do.
Look, Mia, get some sleep, okay?
I'll let you know how
the meeting with Greta goes.
Thank you. [sighs]
I'll be back as soon
as I get the approval
to bury my father's ashes.
It shouldn't take
more than a few days.
You're burying him there?
-In the garden, with my mom--
-[loud thud]
What was that?
I don't know.
It's probably just a window.
Mia, Mi-- you do know
this is how literally
every horror
movie starts, right?
[low, ominous music]
[door bangs]
[door bangs]
[ominous music]
[door slams]
[door clicks shut]
Well, glad to see
you haven't been dismembered.
What the f*ck was that?
The front door was open.
I must have left it open.
I thought maybe...
Maybe what, Mia?
I thought I saw someone.
Okay, Mia, I think maybe you
should call the police.
It's nothing, Michael.
I'm exhausted.
There was no one there,
it's just my tired mind
playing tricks on me.
[sighs] Fine, fine.
But you call me
if you hear anything else.
-Promise.
-And for f*ck's sake,
lock your doors.
I will.
[Michael sighs]
I love you, sis.
Love you, too.
[somber music]
[music turns eerie]
[bottlecap rasps]
[bottlecap rasps]
Here's to you, Dad.
[tape rasps]
[drawer rattles]
[drawers rattle]
[somber music]
[laughs softly]
[drawer rattles]
[drawers rattle]
[ominous music]
[box thuds]
[glass thuds]
[computer keys click]
[computer keys clicking]
[glass thuds]
[computer keys clicking]
[ominous music]
[glass thuds]
[sighs]
[computer keys click]
[sighs]
[ominous music builds]
[loud thud]
[door bangs]
[distant clattering]
[distant clattering]
[distant clattering]
[eerie music]
[floorboards creaking]
[distant clattering]
[ominous music builds]
[door bangs]
[door creaking]
[ominous music builds]
[door creaking]
[Mia gasps]
[breathing shallowly]
[door bangs]
[thuds]
[gasps] No!
[breathing shallowly]
[hyperventilating]
[low, ominous music]
Ah!
[gasps]
[breathing shakily]
[breathing shakily]
[Mia screams]
[sobbing]
[ominous, distorted music]
[droning buzzing]
[music and buzzing
ends abruptly]
[eerie music]
[floorboards creaking]
[Mia sighs]
[eerie music fades]
[solemn music]
[DVD player beeps]
[whirring]
[low hum of chatter in video]
-All right. Ready?
-Whoa!
[woman] Over here, darling!
-Oh!
-Oh!
[Raymond] Mia,
look at-- look at me.
Ready? [laughter]
-[man] Yay!
-[Raymond] Mia! Honey!
-Look at me.
-[Mia sobs]
[Raymond] Now just wave
for me, again.
-Dad, please. Okay.
-[Raymond laughs]
-Cheers!
-Oh, here we go.
-[Mia sobbing]
-[Michael on video] Oh! Hey!
[Mia on video] Go away!
That's it. That's it.
[Raymond]
Mia, come on, look at me.
Look at me.
[Mia sobbing]
-[Raymond] Hey!
-[guests laughing]
[Raymond] Mia! Mia.
Over here.
Look at me.
[eerie music]
[door clicks]
[door creaking]
[low hum of chatter
on video playing]
[heavy footsteps]
[footsteps approaching]
[heavy footsteps thud]
[fabric rustles]
[Raymond whispering] Mia.
[ominous music]
[applause and cheering in video]
[laughter in video]
I haven't tasted
it, what is it?
[people in video laughing]
[video clicks off]
[Mia gasps]
[ominous music builds]
[Mia gasps]
Dad.
Are you trying to tell me
something?
[floorboards creaking]
[Mia gasps]
[heavy footsteps thudding]
[eerie music]
[Mia breathing shallowly]
[whimpers]
Uh, okay. Stop, Mia.
You're starting to
worry me now.
I think I'm going crazy.
Okay, just sit down.
-Take a deep breath.
-I can feel him, Michael.
I think my dad is here.
I think he's trying
to tell me something.
Sis, that's just...
grief, and lack
of sleep talking.
[Mia] I don't know.
Maybe, maybe.
Maybe the robe
was all in my head,
but the TV, the blanket, this?
How do you explain this?
So, what? Your dad does
great hair in the afterlife?
[sighs] Okay, okay, fine.
Let's-- Let's say something
is going on, then.
What is it that you think
your father wants?
I don't know.
To say goodbye?
[sighs]
Did I ever tell you
about Kelly's mother?
The one who hated you?
What about her?
Deep into our relationship,
she--
lived with us for two years,
until she died in her sleep.
Bless her heart.
After that,
Kelly saw her everywhere.
I mean, she was convinced
that her mother
was still in the house with us.
Did you ever sense anything?
[scoffs] Oh, yeah.
And that was my cue to leave.
I'm so sorry.
I could hardly stand the woman
while she was alive,
yet alone as a ghost.
No, I had to leave that house,
and end that relationship.
[chuckles]
You think I'm overthinking it?
I think that you should
come home,
and let me take you out
for a very long margarita lunch.
But first, you need
to forgive yourself.
And I will book the first plane
ticket available if you need me.
Love you.
I love you back.
[crickets chirping distantly]
[buttons clicking]
[message pinging]
[phone chimes]
[ominous music]
[phone chimes]
[Mia gasps]
[breathing shakily]
[door creaking]
[ominous music]
[Raymond] Mia!
[droning buzzing]
[ominous music builds]
[ominous music fades]
-Mia!
-[Mia screams]
[sobbing]
[screams]
[mellow music playing
over speakers]
Morning.
Morning.
-Coffee?
-Yes, please.
Have a seat.
[sighs shakily]
[Igor] Hello.
You were at the crematorium the
other day, if I'm not mistaken.
[Mia] Yes.
I apologize if I frightened you.
Uh, I'm just surprised.
I'm fine, really.
You lost someone, I take it?
Yes, my father a few days ago.
My mother passed away
a few days ago, as well.
I'm Igor.
I teach history
at the local high school.
You live in America, right?
Mia. Nice to meet you.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Likewise.
Have you buried him yet?
No, not yet.
I wish I could,
so I can get back to New York.
I don't know anybody here.
I don't really want
to speak Italian.
I just want to bury
my father's ashes, and go home.
My mother moved here
when she married my father.
She never really liked
it here, either.
My parents loved it here.
You don't visit often?
I've only been here a couple
times since my mom died.
My work kept me busy.
I guess after she died I sort of
stopped speaking Italian,
and didn't really want
to come back.
Did he visit you?
Yes.
The last time, he told me
I was working too much.
He used to say to me,
slow down, kiddo,
time is precious,
and you're trying really hard
to give yours away.
I used to get so mad at him
for that.
Like, he wasn't taking
my career seriously, and now...
I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to unload this on you.
Don't apologize.
I understand exactly
how you feel.
What about you?
My dad died many years ago.
My mother was never
the same after that.
She wasn't in a good place
for a long time.
She left me a note
apologizing for what she did.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sure she knew
how much you loved her.
Then why do I feel so damn
guilty all the time now?
I should go.
I'm-- I'm sorry
if I've upset you.
-Not at all.
-[Igor] Hmm.
You're the only person
I've met that understands
what I'm going through.
Good luck with the funeral.
You, too.
Igor...
she knew how much you loved her.
[Igor laughs softly]
[energetic music
playing over speakers]
[singing in Italian in song
playing over speakers]
[voice whispering] Mia...
[music becomes haunting]
[music distorts, echoes]
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
-[music becomes harsh, grating]
-[voice whispering] Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me.
-Look at me!
-[Mia screams]
-[coins clatter]
-[chair bangs]
[energetic music
playing over speakers]
[Mia sighs shakily]
[Mia panting]
[door bangs]
[cell phone chimes]
[foreboding music]
Hey, what's going on?
I see him everywhere.
Okay, okay, slow down,
take a deep breath.
[scoffs]
Who is it that you're seeing,
and what do you mean
by everywhere?
My father.
And I mean not just
in my dreams,
I'm even seeing him in town.
I knew you being alone
in that house was a bad idea.
Mia, you're grieving.
Having nightmares
under those circumstances
is perfectly normal.
No, I know the difference
between a nightmare,
and seeing him in person.
Okay, okay, fine, fine.
Then let's say that
it's your dad, it's his ghost.
Then what is it that he wants?
I don't know.
He seemed upset, angry.
I think he's trying
to tell me something.
-[Michael] Like what?
-I don't know!
That I wasn't there for him.
That I was a shitty daughter.
[Mia sobs]
[sighs] Mia.
You are carrying so much
misplaced guilt.
It's no wonder you keep thinking
you're seeing him everywhere.
You're punishing yourself
for something
he never held against you.
Oh God, no, you think
it's f*cking guilt
playing tricks on me?
I think that you should come
home and see a professional.
I'm not crazy!
[Michael] I didn't imply that,
I'm just saying
that the mind
is a complicated thing,
and maybe this is just
a coping mechanism.
Mia, your father is gone,
and I know it's hard,
but you need to accept that.
Listen, you come home, and
we'll get through
this together, okay?
-Me and you.
-You don't understand.
You don't understand.
[Raymond] Mia...
What was that?
Mia, what was that?
[ominous music]
I gotta go.
[Michael] Mia,
don't hang up, Mia!
[low, ominous music]
[ominous music builds]
[Raymond] Mia...
[Mia's footsteps creaking]
[Raymond] Mia...
Mia! [distorted, eerie scream]
[phone ringing]
[Mia sobs]
[Mia breathing shakily]
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
[ominous music]
[low buzzing]
[Raymond] Mia...
What do you want from me, Dad?
[Raymond] Help me.
[low, droning buzzing
over phone]
Where are you?
Behind you.
[ominous music builds]
[Mia gasps]
[shaky, gasping breaths]
-Dad!
-[Mia screaming]
[creaking thuds]
[loud droning buzzing]
[loud droning buzzing]
[distorted static buzzing]
-[noise ends abruptly]
-[Mia gasps]
[eerie music]
[Mia sobs]
[crickets chirp]
-[knocking]
-[Mia gasps]
I didn't mean to scare you.
What do you want?
Um, you are Raymond's daughter,
yes?
Yes.
I'm Gloria.
Your father called me
shortly before he died.
Mia. Nice to meet you.
We need to talk, Mia.
How did you know my father?
I was helping him...
with a problem.
Your father was right.
I can feel it.
Feel what?
Um, I would love a cup of tea.
Your father called me
a few days ago.
He told me he was
experiencing some...
some things in this house.
What things?
Unexplainable things.
But... I don't understand.
Why would he call you?
I have a gift.
Have you experienced
anything yourself?
Yes, I have.
I saw my father.
At first I thought
I was going crazy.
But now I actually think he's
trying to tell me something.
And what do you think
he's trying to tell you?
I'm not sure.
I think he's mad at me
for leaving him
after my mother died.
Your father is not
mad at you, Mia.
Your father, uh, is not
the only presence in this house.
Raymond told me something
was haunting him.
When I saw you
at the coffee shop,
I was waiting for your father,
but he never showed up.
Instead, you did.
I was going to help him.
Help him, how?
Listen to me, Mia.
How do you know
it's really your father
trying to reach you?
[low, foreboding music]
Because I know.
I-- I know it's him.
Evil can take
any shape it desires.
[Mia gasps shakily]
Are those your father's ashes?
[low, eerie music]
Get the urn,
and put it on the table.
[Mia sighs]
Trust me.
Now, get back.
Raymond...
I know you are here.
I know you can hear me.
I know you are trying
to reach your daughter.
Let me help you.
Raymond...
is somebody else with you?
Tell me who's here with you.
[ominous music swells]
[crackling, buzzing]
No!
No!
Leave him alone!
Leave him be!
You monster!
[screams]
[Raymond, voice distorted]
Help me!
Help me, Mia!
[buzzing stops abruptly]
[Mia gasping]
[low, ominous music]
[Gloria gasps deeply]
[Gloria breathes shakily]
There's an evil entity.
Your father is feeding off
his energy.
He is tormenting him in death
as he did in life.
-In life?
-[Gloria] Yes.
Well, he never said
anything to me.
He was trying to protect you.
He's trying to protect you.
Even now.
You... you opened the urn.
That's how your father got out.
Can you help him, please?
I can try.
Your father has been trying
to warn you since you arrived.
Raymond took this evil entity
to the other side when he died.
But when you opened the urn,
you released them both.
This is the personal item
you asked me for.
Raymond, can you hear me?
Come to me, Raymond.
We are here to help you.
Raymond, let us help you.
[electricity buzzing]
[low whooshing]
[droning buzzing]
[deep, snarling growl] Gloria.
[Gloria screams]
-[Gloria] Aah!
-What was that?
What the f*ck was that?
I don't know.
It's worse than I thought.
It's a demon, a dangerous one.
How can this be real?
Make no mistake.
It's very real and powerful.
[Mia] This demon,
it-- it knows you?
[Gloria] I've seen it before.
I went looking for the demon
in its world.
I needed to see it face-to-face,
to confront it.
[low, eerie music]
[deep, menacing chuckling]
No more games!
Show yourself, demon.
I'm not afraid of you.
[loud snarling growl]
[Gloria] It tried all
its evil tricks to scare me.
But I knew that I had
to keep going.
And then, thousands of doors
appeared before me.
All of them closed.
Behind all those doors,
I could feel them.
All the demon's victims.
The souls it claimed.
And then I found it.
My door.
And it was open.
I had faced the demon
before it could claim my soul.
Before it could close my door.
Before it could trap me
in there, too.
I didn't let my loneliness win.
I didn't let the demon win.
And I haven't seen it since.
All those people.
This demon, it collects
doors to collect souls.
Once it closes the door,
it traps the soul in there
for all eternity.
But my father is dead.
Why is the demon
still haunting him?
This demon attached
to your father
because he was alone,
and lonely.
But your father is still
fighting for his soul.
How can I help him?
Raymond is trapped somewhere
in the demon's dimension.
Locked behind his closed door.
Open his door,
and you can still save him.
I have to go there,
to this demon's dimension?
And once you return, you have
to spread your father's ashes.
No.
No, that's not what
my father wanted.
He wanted to be buried
with my mother.
I can't do that to him.
You'll do it.
It's the only way to ensure
that the demon
won't attach itself
to him ever again.
How do I get to this
other dimension?
Leave that up to me.
We are going to access
the demon's dimension.
There are a few rules.
Don't speak to anyone.
Assume any other spirit
that approaches you
has either evil intentions
or is a trap
set by the demon.
How do I find my father?
How do I find his door
amongst all the others?
How will I recognize it?
You will know.
Trust me.
Now close your eyes,
and follow my voice.
[speaking in Italian]
[both speaking in Italian]
[repeating words]
[wind howling]
[continuing to repeat words
in unison]
[wind stops abruptly]
Open your eyes.
[Mia sighs]
[breathing shakily]
[Mia] This collection...
[voice distorted, echoes]
...time and a place.
The dark figure
is to represent death,
looking at what's on
the other side,
for the living,
who are left behind.
It feels as though there might
have been some unresolved issue
with the ones he
loved and lost.
Something so strong
that if you let it,
it can take over your life.
[low, eerie music]
[high-pitched eerie music]
[Raymond] Mia!
[Mia gasps]
[deep breathing echoing]
[Mia screams] No!
[eerie distorted buzzing]
[pounding thuds]
No! No!
No! [screaming]
Let me out of here!
Help!
Help! [screaming]
[pounding thuds]
[sobbing]
[flames crackling]
No!
[screaming]
[pounding thuds]
[screaming]
[hysterical screaming]
[sobbing screams]
[gasping]
[eerie whisper]
Mia...
Mia...
Mia, Mia...
Mia...
Mia...
Mia...
[phone ringing]
[wind whistling]
Dad?
Where are you?
Behind you. Sweetheart.
Mia, what are you doing here?
Is it really you?
Of course it is, sweetheart.
Gloria said you'd be
behind a door.
A door?
I miss you, Dad.
I miss you, too.
You're my little girl.
You always will be.
I'm not a little girl, Dad.
I haven't been in a long time.
[eerie music]
To us, sweetheart.
You're not the vodka type.
[ominous music]
[villainous laughter]
You b*stard! Show yourself!
-[whipping sound]
-[screaming]
[Mia groaning]
[deep voice] Hi, sweetheart.
It's Dad.
[laughter]
Is that everything you've got?
I'm not afraid of you.
I'm not afraid of you.
I'm not...
I'm not afraid of you.
I'm fighting back.
I'm fighting you back!
[groaning]
[panting]
[unsettling electronic tones]
[door creaking]
[creaking sound]
[faint shouts]
[faint chattering]
[low moaning]
[man grunting]
[woman wailing]
[footsteps approaching]
[woman singing]
[eerie orchestral music]
Wait!
[voices moaning]
[weeping]
[gasping]
[screaming]
[Mia panting]
[wind whistling]
[Mia slowly breathing]
[knob turning]
[creaking door]
Over here.
Dad?
Mi-- Mia!
What are you doing here?
[sobbing]
I need to get you out of here.
You can't be here.
-You don't belong here.
-Neither do you.
You've got to go!
You are coming with me.
It's too late for me.
Save yourself!
I lost you once.
I won't lose you again.
Dad.
Trust me.
[Mia]
Let my father go!
[droning music]
[clock ticking]
[low roaring]
[monster] Mia!
[pounding footsteps]
[Mia grunting]
[Mia gasping]
But what now?
It's time to say goodbye.
[monster growling, thudding]
But-- but I don't want
to let you go.
[monster growling]
I can't.
It's okay, sweetheart.
It's time.
[pounding on door, growling]
[pounding speeds up]
[Gloria] Mia, I can't
hold it much longer.
Follow my light. This way.
[gasping]
You did good, Mia.
My father...
Is he gonna be all right?
He's finally free.
Thank you.
Remember...
There's one last thing you
have to do.
[birds chirping]
[plastic crinkling]
I love you, Dad.
[birds chirping]
[bird cawing]
[phone keys clicking]
[phone dinging]
[sighing]
[ominous music]
[phone ringing]
[phone buzzing]
[speaking in Italian]
[foreboding music]
[phone ringing]
Hello.
Miss Davis.
This is Paolo from
the crematorium.
I... I really don't
know what to say.
This has never happened before.
But the ashes that we
gave you...
Those are not your
father's ashes.
We switched them with someone
else's by mistake.
Those ashes belong to...
Gloria Pernice.
We're really sorry, Miss Davis,
if we can do anything--
[gasping]
Gloria...
I haven't been completely honest
with you.
Gloria is dead.
She k*lled herself.
She thought she could stop me...
By taking her own life.
And the b*tch almost succeeded.
[voices moaning]
[wind whistling]
[thudding steps]
[low laughter]
[sighing]
[loud thud]
She k*lled herself before
I could claim her soul,
trapping me behind her
locked door.
With her dead body.
And in her ashes.
[with deep voice]
In that urn.
What about my father?
Your father was never here.
I've never even met him.
It was all a show.
I hope you enjoyed it.
But then...
You came along...
[with deep voice]
To set...
Me...
Free.
[unsettling electronic tones]
[thudding]
You opened that door, Mia.
The next door...
Is yours.
[door creaking]
[wind howling]
[car motor rumbling]
[ominous music]
Excuse me?
Hello?
Mia?
Mia?
[cheering]
[faint clapping, cheering]
Mia!
Mia.
-Mia!
-[gasping]
No!
[laughter]
[eerie creaking]
[unsettling electronic music]
[soft music]
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