[Crickets chirping]
[Car door shuts]
- [Gasps]
- [Man grunts]
[Music box playing]
[Radio tuning static]
[Woman sobbing]
[Loud rock playing]
What if I could take a walk
[Muffled]
To a better place...
[Music continues]
[Sighs]
[Bangs on door]
Chris!
[Banging]
Chris! What the hell?
Would you keep it down?
[Music stops]
- What the hell?
- What?
Please keep your music down.
I swear, Shannon
is going to leave me
with all this loud music
you keep playing.
I'll keep it down.
Listen.
I know I said
you could live here,
and you're my best friend,
but you're
really affecting my life.
I get it.
You and your girl want space.
I'll just find
someone's garage.
It's no big thing.
Listen. Shannon
is not just any chick.
Don't be afraid
to lose her, man.
And if you do, so what?
She'll be back.
You have a good thing
going here.
Your grandmother left you
her house.
She didn't really know
how to decorate that well,
but that's why I'm here.
Just relax, dude.
It's gonna be all right.
Chris, you'll never change.
[Chris]
This...
[Giggling]
- [Chris] Hello.
- Hello.
Excuse me while
I cough this up.
So...
- [Woman] Shots.
- [Chris] Shots?
[Woman]
Let's do it.
- Do you want more?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Chris! What the fuck?
Really?
- Andy.
- Right now?
You know Shannon's coming
home in, like, 15 minutes,
and she hates you,
and you're destroying
our relationship.
Come on.
You know, when I said
you could live here,
I didn't mean like this.
Andy, these are my friends.
Say hi.
- Hi.
- Hi, Andy.
- We'll be done soon.
- I've never seen your friends...
These friends before.
Yeah, well...
that doesn't make them
any less friends.
- Okay?
- How do you know them?
They're my friends, Andy.
- Get in the pool.
- Get in the pool, man.
- Are you drunk?
- Yes, I'm drunk.
Of course.
It's not an insult.
Don't you have work
in the morning?
- Andy, come have fun with us.
- Cindy. You can have Cindy over here.
Candy. Candy or Cindy?
You don't even know
your friends' names, Chris.
- My name's Krissy.
- How do you know what her name is?
My name's Krissy.
Whatever.
Candy's a lot different
than Krissy, Chris.
She's... she's...
She tastes like Candy.
- Oh, no. No.
- [Krissy] Andy.
No, no, no, no, no.
Stop it, guys.
I can't do this right now.
- Yes.
- No, no, no.
Have some fun, Andy.
[Chris]
Get with the times, Andy.
- [Women giggling]
- [Andy moans]
Wow, this is nice.
Shannon's gonna be
so mad at me.
Shannon's not here.
- You're not wasting...
- Pouring Tequila.
I love you, too.
I like you more.
- Got it.
- Yeah.
What the fuck.
- [Woman] What the fuck is this?
- Oh, shit.
Strippers?
You, you, you, and you,
get the fuck out of here.
So sorry, guys.
Did you just... did you
just apologize to them?
Yes.
Andy, I would expect
better from you.
I can't believe this shit.
Shannon, I tried
to get them out of here
- as soon as I...
- Oh, really?
You... you mean
like I just did?
No.
You let Chris run
your fucking life,
and you always put him
first before me.
I'd never be able to party
in this house like he does.
I just can't fucking
believe this.
I've had it, Andy.
I'm not living in a house
that has strippers
and hookers in it.
It's me or him.
Shannon, you know it's you.
- Of course it's you.
- You know what?
It's too late, Andy.
I can't take this anymore.
I'm done.
I'm so fucking done.
- Come on, Shannon.
- Don't touch me.
Why do you have to be
such a bitch?
- [Groans]
- [Muttering]
[Groans]
What the fuck?
Shannon? What the fuck?
Shannon, don't do this.
Don't go. Please don't
do this to me right now.
Listen. I'll kick Chris out.
We can have
this whole place together.
Please don't do this.
Shannon.
Shannon, please.
[Sighs]
I'm sorry, Andy.
[Knock on door]
Hey, buddy.
I heard you guys.
I'm sorry you lost her.
I process pain a little
differently than you, but...
So I know I'm probably
not much use.
Just go away, Chris.
I just wanna lay here
like an atom
or a molecule.
I can't be anything else.
Spring will come.
All right.
I'll check in with you later.
The walls look good.
Yeah.
Your fucking painting
is impeccable.
We live in hell now.
Literally.
I'll just order
some food then.
I don't wanna do this.
Fuck you.
[Chris]
Gotta take a whiz, man.
What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck, man?
You didn't take any of those,
did you?
Did you take those?
- Did you...
- No.
- No.
- Look at me.
Did you take those?
No, I didn't.
Okay. Good 'cause that's
boner medication, bro.
You'd have had a boner
for a long time.
Shit, man.
[Muttering]
Come on.
Come to my room.
Chris, I don't want to go
to your room.
- Let's go.
- I just wanna go to sleep.
I wanna show you something.
Let's go. Come on.
- You're gonna like this.
- Fine.
You're gonna like it.
Trust me.
[Andy]
Fine.
Listen, man, I've been
thinking about your situation
and I've got something
to show you.
This, my friend,
is the Doll.
Hot chicks.
Hot Russian chicks.
This is what you do
all day in here?
- Yeah.
- Look at mail-order brides?
Yeah, sorta. They're like
an escort or a pro ho.
Uh...
They come for a week,
and you get to try them out,
and it'll be fun.
And it'll make
Shannon jealous.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Hmm.
You know, chicks, dude,
they can't fucking handle
when a guy upgrades
to a better model.
And this, my friend,
is a much better model.
Hmm.
You know what?
That's not a bad idea.
If she sees me
with one of these girls,
she might come back.
Yeah, I wish I had that idea.
Okay. Let me look into it.
Yeah.
Watch your feet,
motherfucker.
Oh, wow.
Yeah, she's hot, huh?
- She's definitely hot.
- Yeah?
I would say so.
Uh, give me your card.
Why mine?
Because I don't have
a bank account.
Come on.
Are we gonna really do this?
What kind of guys
order escorts?
All guys order escorts.
Give me your card, idiot.
And I need your phone.
What else do you need?
Uh...
This'll be good for now.
Right.
Here's the number.
Okay.
[Chris] Hi, I'd like to
order one of your girls...
That... Well...
Yeah, no, the Dolls.
[Gravelly voice]
Okay.
Uh, for a week.
A week?
[Foreign accent]
I'll pick her up.
Yeah, a week.
This guy...
he's got a thick accent.
I can't understand
what he says.
Great. Um...
I can just text you
the information, right?
On the card?
Text me the address.
Fantastic. All right.
Thanks.
Chris.
- What?
- How much was she?
Just a second, dude.
[Man]
You are almost complete.
Perfect.
Made from
beautiful human parts.
We now have to retrieve
your soul.
[Chanting]
Now you can kill.
That's all she wrote,
my friend.
Take your shit.
And we gotta get ready.
She's gonna be here tonight.
Let's go.
Out. Dude, I gotta get ready,
man. Come on.
A mail-order Russian.
[Whimpering]
[Drill whirring]
[Crunch]
[Crickets chirping]
[Slow knock on door]
[Knocking]
Shannon?
Hello.
Please come in.
[Foreign accent]
Andy?
Yes. Just give me a second.
- Open up.
- [Chris groans]
Open up.
Dude, she's here.
And she's unreal.
You have to see this.
- Showtime.
- What?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my frickin' God.
We hit the jackpot.
- Mm-hmm.
- Um, I'm Chris.
How are you?
I'm gonna get your bags.
Andy? Where are
we gonna put her?
Um...
Attic?
Yeah, we can put her...
we can put her in the attic.
- Right? Yeah.
- Yeah, yeah, I guess.
- This way.
- This way.
Uh, just step upstairs.
[Chris]
All the way up.
I'll catch you.
Don't worry.
Do you need anything?
Water?
Is the temperature all right?
Okay, so we'll see you
in the morning?
Okay, then.
Uh...
All right,
we'll see you in the morning.
Yeah.
Dude, I can't believe
you put her in the attic.
It's classic, dude.
What's wrong with the attic?
Your grandmother's
shit is up there,
covered in dust, dude.
You know I promised her
I wouldn't move it.
She'll be all right.
I gotta go to bed.
Go to bed?
[Laughs]
You wanna go to bed
right now?
What do we do with her?
What's the plan?
Dude, calm down.
Go take a shower
and jerk off
and we'll deal with it
in the morning.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'll go jerk off.
Fuck, what are you gonna do?
Oh, shit.
Natasha.
What are you doing in here?
Oh, are you okay?
Come on. Let's...
Let's get you out of here.
Let's get you to bed.
Come on.
[Thunder]
Are you sure I can't get
you anything to drink?
Water? Snacks?
You'll be all right,
get a good night's
sleep here.
[Thunder rumbles]
[Thunder]
[Knocking]
Hey, are you okay?
Chris told me
that I should come over
and drop something off,
and I wanted to know if...
Is everything all right?
Miss?
[Knocking on glass]
[Knocking continues]
This way, Natasha.
Put you back in bed.
Well, hello, good looking.
I'm Ron.
I'm looking for Chris.
It's about one of my girls.
You see,
Chris likes to order my girls,
but then he doesn't pay
for them
'cause all of his credit cards
get declined.
It's hurting my business.
Who do you work for?
Oh, let me guess. Guido.
Another dishonest
little snake.
He owes me money also.
I tell you what.
Do me a favor.
If you run into Maritza,
and you will
because she works here...
She shouldn't but she does.
If you run into her,
just say that I...
If she had stuck with me
and hadn't left,
she'd be making twice
the money
she's making right now.
Please tell her.
Okay?
Anyway, here.
Make sure Chris knows I gotta
get a hold of him, okay?
Oh, for God sakes.
You don't even speak English.
Oh, that was
a great waste of time.
Well, if any girls
wanna get a hold of me...
and they should,
here. Okay? Keep it.
- [Stabs]
- Ugh! Stop!
- [Stabbing]
- Please. Please.
Please.
[Death metal playing]
Yeah, what's up?
There's something wrong
with Natasha.
She isn't normal.
What are you talking about?
She did some weird things
last night.
She's been here one night.
What are you talking about?
She got in the shower
with me.
So that's a good thing,
right?
With her clothes on.
She's foreign.
Come on.
No, you're
not listening to me.
I was sleeping last night,
and I woke up, and she was banging
her head against the wall.
It's really weird.
She banged her what
against the what?
[Knock on door]
Who's that?
It's only 7:00
in the morning.
It's probably the pool dude.
[Knock on door]
Oh, shit.
It's Shannon.
What the hell's
she doing here?
Hey, Shannon.
Fuck you, Chris.
Um, look.
My mom's douchebag
boyfriend is back
and I can't stand him.
He's drunk all the time
and he hits on me.
I need to stay here.
Look, I know things
are weird between us,
and maybe I acted
too hastily.
It's okay.
- You can stay here.
- Come on, man.
[Muttering]
Shut up, Chris.
Uh, Andy, I really need
to take a shower.
Let's talk afterwards, okay?
Okay, I'll get your bags.
Okay, thank you.
[Shannon]
And, Chris?
I really don't want any shit
from you, okay?
I didn't say anything.
What are you smiling about?
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.
- Yeah.
- Oh, shit.
- Yeah, I, uh...
- Okay.
Okay, okay.
We need to hide her
before Shannon gets
out of the shower.
No, I think
you should introduce them.
No, that is a terrible idea.
We're not doing that.
You can explain
to your girlfriend
why you have
a mail-order whore here.
No, I'm not doing that.
Oh, no?
- Uh...
- Where should we put her?
I think the attic.
That wasn't a good idea.
She was walking around
the attic all last night.
Let me think.
Okay, um...
Let's just do this.
Let's just get her.
- You wanna take her?
- Yeah, yeah, go for it.
- You wanna lead the way?
- Lead the way, lead the way.
- So we're going this way.
- Right this way, miss.
[Andy]
Okay.
Just right up this way.
Right this way.
Natasha?
Natasha,
is there anything
that you'd like to do
while we're gone?
Knit.
- What?
- Knit?
- She wants to knit.
- Oh.
Here.
Do you want anything to eat?
Uh, eggs? Coffee?
How do you take your coffee?
Black?
Black it is.
All right, let's go.
Wow, dude.
I told you she was weird,
right?
It's just gotta be
a language barrier
or something.
- Yeah, I know.
- It's gotta be.
Fucking crazy.
She'll be okay up there,
right?
No, she's... It's gotta be
a language barrier
- or something...
- [Door opens]
Shh.
What are you guys doing?
Oh, nothing.
We were just talking.
Chris is going to make
some eggs and coffee.
Weird. He never cooks.
He's going
to culinary arts school.
Yeah, it's true.
Yeah, right. He just
says that to stay here.
You know, I...
I'm going to go take a nap.
I'm really tired,
and we can talk later. Okay?
Sure, no problem.
I've gotta go to work anyway.
Okay.
Sweet dreams.
Andy, I don't know why you
let her treat you like that.
She's such a bitch.
Please stop calling
my girlfriend a bitch.
You're a lost cause, man.
Listen,
I gotta go to work now.
Can you hold down the fort
while I'm gone?
Take care of Natasha.
Check on Shannon.
Make sure
she doesn't find her.
- Okay.
- Got it, dude.
You got it?
I... I got it.
Go to work.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Go to work.
I got it.
[Thunder]
[Slow rock playing on device]
[Footsteps]
[Shannon moans]
[Whistling]
Natasha.
Made you some eggs.
Oh, shit.
So much for the apron.
What are you doing?
Uh, I was just coming
to check on you.
Andy told me to.
What are you doing up there?
Uh, sorting stuff.
Oh, okay.
Well, I'm fine.
Good, I'm glad.
Are you okay?
You're sweating.
I was just making eggs.
Okay.
Uh...
[Sighs]
I'm really sorry if
I'm hard on you sometimes.
It's only to
protect Andy, okay?
Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Natasha. Sh...
Fuck.
Natasha, oh, my God.
Are you okay?
Uh, okay.
Okay, I'll...
I'll check on you later, then.
All right?
Okay.
Shit, what time is it?
Hey.
Where's Chris?
I don't know.
I haven't seen him all day.
Maybe in his room sleeping.
He hasn't been out all day?
[Knock on door]
What?
Chris, why are you sleeping?
Um...
I was tired.
Um, I'm good.
Don't worry.
I'll take Natasha
some food in an hour.
Dude, it's after dark now.
This is getting crazy.
She's not an animal.
So we have to
get rid of her, okay?
Shannon is in the next room
watching a movie.
It's only a matter of time
before she sees Natasha.
Dude, don't worry about it.
I'll call that number to come
and get her, okay?
Smells good in here.
What are you cooking?
I don't know.
I don't know what's cooking.
- Come sit.
- Is Chris making something?
What you watching?
Um, I'm watching "Encounter."
Have you seen it?
Oh, I've seen this movie.
This is where the couple goes
to a creepy-ass haunted house,
and there's an old dude there
who scares
the shit out of them,
and there's aliens at the end?
And... and I think
I just gave it away.
Um, yeah.
I've seen it.
It's scary.
I don't know why you like
watching really scary movies.
Because I do like
scary movies.
At night, too,
and by yourself.
[Chuckles]
Okay.
How was work?
It was good.
Much better now.
- What the fuck?
- What?
What's the matter?
I swear I saw something
over there.
What was it?
Someone.
A woman I think.
Listen,
I'm sure it was nothing.
We both had
a lot to drink today.
It's been a long day.
I'll put you to bed.
Come on.
Let's go to bed.
Maybe you're right.
- Okay.
- Yeah, let's go.
[Shannon]
I know I saw something.
I'm sure it was nothing.
Where are you going?
I'll be right back.
No, don't leave.
I have to go check
on something.
Please, Andy,
can you just lay with me?
Okay.
Oh, God, you're such a whore.
I love it.
Yeah, no, just...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that sound...
that sounds real good.
Just... just get over here,
would you?
I-I... Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, just call me
when you get here.
Okay. Bye.
Fuck, man.
Women.
[Rainfall, thunder]
I know I saw something.
Gross.
The fuck?
[Thud]
[Muttering]
"The perfect human"?
What the fuck
kind of shit is this?
Oh, my God.
Where are
the knitting needles?
[Whispering]
Harness the soul...
[Whispering]
Administer the...
...soul.
What kind of fucking shit
is this?
[Rattling]
[Whimpering]
[Footsteps]
[Clattering]
[Gulps]
[Whispering]
Shit.
Mm, this is so nice.
Mm, Stacy, I'm cold.
Come here, baby.
I'll warm you up.
[Giggles]
So sweet.
Mm.
What's wrong?
It's kind of creepy out here.
Do you wanna go?
No.
Let's go in the back
of Chris' Mercedes.
Hmm. Okay.
Let's go.
Let's take this down.
Do you think
we should go get Chris?
He'll find us eventually.
You're right.
Let's fuck with him.
Oh, my God,
what the fuck?
What the fuck?
- [Screaming]
- Oh, my God!
[Stabbing]
[Whimpering]
Please, no. Please.
[Doorknob rattling]
Please.
No. No!
[Doorknob rattling]
Please.
[Gasps]
[Knocking on door]
[Giggling]
Hey, baby.
- How do you do?
- I'm good.
[Sighs]
So, you called?
Did you need something?
I did.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
What did you need?
What do you think I need?
Do you need help?
I think you can guess.
- Um, yeah?
- Yeah.
You are a naughty boy.
[Giggles]
[Giggling]
Mm. Dirty boy wanna take off
his dirty shirt?
- Mm-hm. Yeah.
- Huh?
- Yeah? Take it off.
- Uh-huh.
Get on the bed.
- Do I have to punish you?
- Uh, please.
- Yeah? Yeah?
- Yeah, I've been bad.
Hmm?
You a good boy or a bad boy?
I think you're a good boy.
You know what good boys get?
Uh, I don't know. What?
You don't know
what good boys get?
I hope...
- Mm, hope it's...
- I don't wanna jinx it.
Oh, um, do you have
a bathroom?
Yeah.
Take your pants off.
- Okay.
- Take your pants off.
All right.
[Chuckles]
[Creaking]
[Thud]
What the fuck?
Are you okay?
[Gasps]
[Muffled whimpering]
Leslie, where are you?
Oh, shit.
Leslie.
What the hell are you...
Is that you?
What the hell are you
doing up here?
Oh, my God.
What the fuck, man?
What the fuck?
- Hey.
- What's up? What the...
What the fuck's the matter?
What's going on?
- Oh, fuck.
- What's happening?
Natasha killed Leslie, man.
What?
She...
- Leslie's in the attic.
- What?
What the fuck
are you talking about?
I just found her in the attic,
dude, stabbed.
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
Okay. Chris.
We gotta call 911.
We gotta fucking call
911 right now.
We gotta... we gotta fucking
report this right now.
- We gotta fucking call...
- Dude, we can't.
I have a record, dude.
I could go to jail, man,
with my record.
Well, call the website.
Call the fucking number
you got off the website.
You got that number
from the website, right?
You saved it
on your phone, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Call the fucking number
right now.
- I'm calling.
- Oh, come on.
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit.
Hi, yes?
Um, we...
we got a girl from you,
and, um, she's...
Something happened and we need
you to come and get her now.
Do you understand?
Come and get her now.
- Now!
- Fucking pick her up now.
- What did they say?
- They're coming.
- How long's it gonna take?
- He's... They're just coming.
That's all they said?
- That's all they said.
- Oh, fuck.
- Chris, what about Shannon?
- What?
- [Banging on door]
- What the fuck?
- What the fuck? Fucking Shannon.
- Oh, my God.
What the fuck?
- It's locked.
- Holy shit.
Try the other fucking door!
Shannon!
It's fucking locked.
It's fucking locked.
What the fuck
are we gonna do right now?
Oh, shit.
We're fucked, Chris.
- We're so fucked right now.
- Call that number back.
Call the fucking
number back right now.
Call the number back.
- I'm not calling any...
- Call the number back.
We gotta take care
of this ourselves.
Who else can we fucking call
right now?
There's gotta be someone
fucking else we can call.
[Footsteps]
[Thudding]
[Pounding on door]
Open up. It's me, Shannon.
Hurry!
Stand back.
What's going on?
Andy, someone's in the attic.
I know it was the woman I saw the
other night. I wasn't crazy.
Why would you go in there?
Because I kept hearing
strange noises,
so I went there to see if that's
where they were coming from.
But that's not the point.
I found these papers,
and will you please tell me
what the fuck this is?
Oh, my God.
This is a pentagram.
It says,
"Shannon, Chris, Andy."
It's...
it's a picture of Natasha,
the Doll.
Oh, shit.
Chris, look at this.
Oh, my God.
[Chris]
This is my fault, man.
I made you do it.
What did you guys do?
Why is there a woman
in the attic?
He ordered...
he ordered her for me online.
I thought I could
get you back.
You're joking, right?
No, no, no.
I'm so sorry, Shannon.
I made him do it.
I just wanted to get you back.
You ordered an escort
and kept her in the attic?
God, you're a sick fuck.
We knew she was mental,
all right?
Chris even called
the website
to get...
to talk to the owner
to come pick her up.
What time did he say he was
going to come get her?
Right, Chris?
We don't even know
if she's gone or not.
We don't even know if she's still
in the fucking house or not.
What if he's as crazy
as she is?
What are you
going to do then, huh?
I'm going to go find her,
and I'm gonna fucking
take care of it.
I'm scared.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[Sobs]
Natasha.
Where are you?
It's time to go home.
[Speaking foreign language]
I wonder if Chris is okay.
I hope so.
I really hope so.
[Shannon]
Shit. Shit.
Shit. Shit.
[Screams]
What's the matter?
What's wrong?
[Doorknob rattling]
Shit. Shit!
- Andy, help me.
- It's locked.
- Andy, help me.
- I'm trying.
[Coughing]
She's doing this to you.
I've got to get out of here
and stop whatever
the fuck she's doing to you.
It feels like
she's stabbing me.
[Pounding on door]
[Andy]
No.
[Screaming]
[Shannon]
Oh, my God!
[Shannon]
Oh, my God!
Chris, what the fuck
are you doing?
- Chris...
- [Moaning]
Shannon, run!
Run! Get the fuck
out of here!
Get the fuck out of here!
[Andy]
Stop! Stop!
[Andy screams]
- [Doorknob rattles]
- Fuck!
Get off me!
[Grunts]
[Whimpering]
[Gasping]
[Sobbing]
No. No.
Please.
Chris, don't.
Don't do this.
Please.
[Screams]
[Sobbing]
- [High pitched ringing]
- [Muffled gasping]
[Andy sobbing]
Kill me instead.
You did good.
[Speaks foreign language]
You make me proud.
Time to go.
We have another client.