- I want you to know that whatever happens,
I love you very much.
- I'm ready.
- Well, I'm not ready!
- I'm proud of you for keeping it.
You didn't have to.
It was very brave of you.
- Hello.
Come to me, you son of a bitch!
- I'm home.
Hey Charlie.
- Breakfast for dinner!
- Hey.
How was your day?
- Busy.
- Need some help?
- No, I got it.
- Smells good.
You okay?
I've got some work to do tonight, I'll be hooked up later.
- Yeah, sure.
- Dad?
- Yeah.
- Can you help me finish my fort?
- No, I can't, man, I'll be working on this all night.
- Please?
- I said no.
I'm sorry, I'll help you later.
After dinner, okay?
Hey!
Where are you going?
- Out.
- Gonna tell anybody?
- I just did.
- Come on, Charlie, dinner's ready.
She's just going through a phase.
I remember Julie being that way when she was a little girl.
- Julie's different.
We're all different now.
I appreciate you, and what you're doing here.
Mary, you don't understand.
- She loves you.
We all need you.
See, Anna's back already.
- James!
- Hi, Mom.
I brought you something.
- I haven't heard from you in months.
Why won't you return my calls?
- I haven't been able to.
I'm sorry.
- Well, how is Lisa?
I'm worried about her.
- She's okay, Mom.
She's okay.
We wanted you to have this.
- Well it's beautiful, James, thank you.
Wow, what is it?
Where did you get this?
Is it a game?
- Yes, it is a game,
and I want you to play it as soon as you can.
It's very simple, all you have to do
is give the box to someone you love.
Don't keep it, pass it along.
Do it before the timer runs out.
- What's wrong?
Why don't you come in and have dinner with us.
Please.
It's been so long since we've all been together.
- What?
All been together?
Who else is here?
- Julie, Adam, and the kids.
They moved in a couple of weeks ago,
but they're still moving in, actually.
- My God.
My God.
I've got to go.
Bye, Mom.
I'm sorry.
- Hurry up Mom!
- Hey, be patient.
- Hungry!
- Hi, Hungry, I'm Dad.
- Stop doing that!
- Stop mouthing off to your mom, kid,
it'll get you in trouble.
- Hey Adam, will you grab the orange juice and the butter?
- Sure.
Anything else?
- Maybe a more helpful attitude.
- I'll work on that.
- Was that Anna, Grandma?
- No, it was your uncle.
- Uncle Jim?
- Yeah.
- I haven't seen him in forever.
- I know.
- We have an extra seat, and plenty of food.
- Well, he didn't want to stay for dinner.
He was acting very strange.
- Jim was acting strange?
I don't believe it!
- But he gave me this box.
- What is that?
- Well, I don't know,
but he said that I'm supposed to give it
to someone that I love.
- Thanks.
It's weird.
- Adam, come on, off the table.
- Well, how about school this morning?
- Who was that?
- It was work.
- You know, I could get used to your cooking dinners for us
like this every night, sweetheart.
- Taste it first.
Dammit, Charlie!
- Alright, it's alright.
- Adam, you scared him!
- Everybody calm down, calm down.
- I'm calm!
- What is your problem?
- I'll get something to clean it up.
- It's no big deal.
I'm calm.
- Grandma, I'll get it.
- I'm so ready to get out of there.
- Are your parents fighting again?
- They're always fighting.
I don't really give a shit anymore,
but I know it bothers Charlie.
- Yeah, well...
My dad can be kind of a dick, too.
- You won't be like that when you're a dad?
- Well, jeez, what the hell are you talking about?
Sorry, I'm just not really thinking that far ahead.
Hey.
You need to have some fun.
So, we can go to Jake's party, or...
We can just hang here.
Whatever you want.
- I'm pregnant.
- Wait, what?
Are you serious?
Who's the father?
Shit.
God, did you double check it?
I don't know, it could be defective.
Johnny ate a poppy seed muffin
the night before he had to take a random drug test at work
and he tested positive for opiates.
Did you eat any muffins last night?
I can't be a dad!
My dad's gonna kill me.
- Yeah.
Mine too.
- She's not answering.
- She'll come home, she always does.
It's late, you should go to sleep, please.
- Did you lock the front door?
- I think I left it open.
- I'm gonna go check.
- What is it?
- I had a bad dream.
- It's okay, baby, come here.
- Go back to sleep.
- Can I sleep in here with you?
- Go back to sleep.
- Remember, we're practicing staying in your room, yeah?
Okay, goodnight.
- Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure your room is that way.
Sleep good, kiddo.
- Mom!
- Okay.
So, what time did this happen?
- Around midnight.
We were sleeping.
- We heard her in her room,
and we found her like that in her bed,
just as you did.
- And your daughter?
- Anna.
- Yes, Anna.
Where was she last night.
- We don't know.
She's got a boyfriend,
we haven't been able to get a hold of her yet.
- We've been having some issues with her recently.
- Would she have any reason for wanting
to hurt your grandmother?
- No, of course not.
- Is that a normal question, detective?
Or do you think my 16 year old daughter
killed her great grandmother?
- We found a puncture wound on her chest,
consistent with a stabbing.
This is all so confusing.
There's no evidence of a struggle, no defensive wounds,
no signs of forced entry.
- I don't want to stay here, Adam.
- That's completely up to you.
We swept the are and found nothing.
- If he says it's safe, it's safe, okay?
It'd be better for Charlie to stay put.
The place looks fine.
- No, I don't want to be in this house right now.
- Okay.
- That's perfectly fine.
Again, thank you for your time.
I'll be in touch if I have any further questions.
- The little monster did it.
- The little monster?
- It killed Grandma and ran back into that box.
- He was saying that last night.
- He's got an imagination.
Since his brother passed away,
he has some trouble with reality.
- Well, what happened?
- Does that have any bearing on this case, detective?
- Charlie, I've been doing this a long time,
and I've seen my fair share of monsters.
If a monster did kill your grandma, I'll catch him.
I always do.
Again, I'm sorry for your loss.
- Anna, you need to call me.
This is serious.
You need to come home.
I've called her, I've texted her.
She's not responding.
This is getting really old, Adam.
- Could lock her in the basement.
Maybe.
Hey.
Come here.
She's gonna be okay.
Alright?
- Adam, there's someone from your office.
- Natalie.
- Hey, how are you?
- Hey.
You left this paperwork on your desk,
so I just wanted to bring it by.
- Right, thank you.
- You have a lovely home, Julie.
- Thank you.
It was actually my grandmother's.
- Yeah, would you like a drink or something?
- Water would be great, thank you.
- Sure.
- Thanks.
What do you think you're doing?
- I wanted to see you.
And you're not replying to my messages.
- I'm gonna get caught.
Is that what you want?
- Maybe.
Would it be such a bad thing?
- Yes, it would be terrible.
I'll explain later, but I need time,
and I need you to leave, now.
- Okay.
- Alright, I'll see you on Monday.
- She had to leave?
- Yeah.
She had to go.
- She's pretty.
- Hadn't noticed.
- So the plan is we just drive around
and wait til our families forget about us, or what?
Look, I'm totally out of cash, and I'm starving.
You gotta be hungry too.
I mean, remember, you're eating for two now.
- God, you are so stupid.
- Well, you can't just run away from this.
Let's just go to your house, I'll get something to eat,
and we'll sit down with your parents,
and we can tell them together.
- You would really do that?
- Yes.
I'm that hungry.
- Fine.
I'm hungry, too.
- Anna.
Hey, wait!
Hey!
Anna!
- What?
- Sit down!
I'm sick of this.
Your mom was up all night worried about you.
- And you?
I'm surprised you realized I was even gone.
- Chicken!
- How many times are we gonna go through this?
I'm tired of this conversation.
Hey!
Go!
- Yeah, sure, no problem.
- No, Tyler, you don't have to go anywhere.
- Seriously, it's fine.
- Whatever you can say in front of me,
you can say in front of him.
Sit down.
- We've been trying to get a hold of you all night.
Grandma Mary's dead.
- What?
- She passed away last night in her bed.
- How, what do you mean-
What happened?
- We don't know.
The police were here.
They don't know what caused it.
- I told you that the monster killed Grandma
and went back into the box!
- Stop it with the box, Charlie.
Stop it.
- I thought I told you to put that somewhere else.
- I did.
- If you guys don't want it, I'll take it.
I mean, it's got to be worth something.
- Please, take it on your way out.
Everything's going to be okay.
Go, go, go!
Go!
- Get in the car!
- Start the car, come on, let's go!
- I'm trying!
- Shit!
- I dropped the keys!
- Pick them up!
- I'm trying!
- Hey, hey, where'd it go?
What the hell was that thing?
- Okay, okay, calm down.
We can't stay in here, I have to go find my family.
- No, wait, wait!
Think about your new family.
I've been thinking about it,
and I can get a job.
Yeah, it'll be a little hard at first,
but I think with some patience,
and maybe a little luck-
- Stay here.
- We can do it!
- Is that what you saw last night?
- Yes!
- Let me in, let me in!
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine, it followed us outside,
but then when we got in the car, it just went away.
- Okay, good, good.
- Where's Tyler?
- Anna?
Anna?
Hey.
- I've got it, I've got it!
It's in the box, I got it!
- We have to call the police!
We have to!
- Wait, hold on, hold on, wait-
Stop!
Stop for a second.
- Are you kidding me?
- No!
- Adam, you're losing your mind if you think
we're not calling the police right now!
- What are you gonna say?
What are you gonna tell them?
"I'm sorry, officer, this monster comes out of this box
and kills this kid in our house,
and we don't know anything about it."
That doesn't make any sense!
Think about it, think about how you'll sound!
It's insane!
That's two dead bodies in two days.
If we weren't suspects already,
then we're definitely gonna be suspects now,
and that doesn't turn out good for us.
- What are we gonna do?
We are not criminals!
- Just give me a second.
Let's just hold on.
Think about it, okay?
This thing is counting down.
We don't know when it's coming back out, okay?
Let me get rid of it.
You clean this up.
And we take him...
We can take him downstairs for just a little bit.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- For right now, just-
- Are you insane?
- Just for a minute, I'm sorry, baby!
We put him downstairs for a minute.
I'll get rid of this, and we'll figure it out, okay?
Trust me.
- So where are we gonna take it?
- I'm gonna take it back where it came from.
I'm sorry.
Trust me, okay?
- I'm so sorry, Tyler!
- So what do we have?
- One victim, Mary Roberts.
77 year old female.
Puncture wound to the chest,
directly into the heart.
This was no accident.
- Got any leads?
- She had some family living in her house.
The Thatchers.
Adam and Julie, and their kids.
- Adam and Julie Thatcher?
Youngest son Charlie, eldest daughter Anna.
- You know them.
- Two years ago, I worked a kidnapping case.
10 year old boy went missing from a park.
We searched the entire county, find nothing.
Two weeks later, we find a dismembered body in a dumpster.
It's Henry Thatcher.
Adam and Julie's middle child.
- Jim!
Jim!
- Sorry, Adam!
- You're sorry?
- I didn't know you were living with Mom!
- Open the door, you crazy prick!
Your mom's dead.
Woah, woah, woah, woah!
- Don't you even fucking try
to give that little gremlin thing to me!
Listen to me!
You have to give the box to someone you love!
You have to truly love them,
that's the only way to give it away.
- Why would I do that?
It's already killing people.
- My God.
- Yeah.
Your mom's dead.
And it killed Anna's boyfriend.
- Your family?
- They're okay.
- It will kill them, and everyone else around you.
Give it away!
- How do you know so much about it?
How do you know what to do?
- Get out of here now!
- What happens when this timer runs out?
- I don't fucking know!
Maybe it finally comes for you, you know?
Like your time is up.
I didn't wait to find out.
- No, you didn't.
You gave it to your mom.
Save your own ass.
- She was old.
I didn't know you guys were there.
- Fuck you.
Fucking box.
- Go.
- Hey.
Sorry about earlier.
- Yeah, you were being an asshole.
- You came to my house.
She's not an idiot.
- Where are you right now?
- I'm driving home.
- No, you're driving here.
- I can't, I've gotta get home.
- Did something happen?
- Yeah.
Yeah, you wouldn't believe me if I told you.
- Sounds mysterious.
- Listen, I'm gonna talk to her.
I'm gonna end it.
- Promise me.
- Fine.
I promise.
- I love you.
- Yeah, I love you too.
- Anna?
Please talk to me.
- Mom, I'm scared.
- Dad's taking care of it.
- Good.
You know, I'd actually feel better about this situation
if it weren't for the fact that my boyfriend
is in a bag in the basement!
- Your dad loves you very much.
And when he gets home...
- He'll what?
He'll fix it?
Dad breaks things, he doesn't fix them.
What if he just leaves us here,
what if he doesn't come home?
Have you thought of that?
- Yes, of course I've thought about that.
- Mom...
- Yes?
- Nevermind.
- Julie?
Where's Charlie?
- He's in our bed.
- I went to Jim's.
He wouldn't take it.
So I threw it in the lake.
It's gone.
- Are you sure?
- I promise.
We do need to talk about Tyler.
- We need to call the police.
- Anna, honey, we've been through that.
- Adam, maybe she's right.
Do you actually think we'll get away with this?
- What I think is that if we call the police right now,
we're going to jail.
- Don't you think someone's gonna come looking for him?
- Of course they will.
I just want us to be smart.
We need to get our story straight.
Okay?
The truth is, this has been a horrible day.
Maybe I can't imagine what you're feeling.
We're exhausted.
But we're safe.
Let's get some rest, and then tomorrow morning, first thing,
we'll sit down together, and we'll decide, the three of us,
what we need to do.
I love you.
Let's go to bed.
- You're on the couch.
- Why?
What is it?
I can explain this.
- I'll tell you what.
Why don't you get your story straight,
and we'll talk about it in the morning.
- Please don't do this.
No!
- Adam-
- We're gonna have to get rid of this thing
before that timer runs down and kills all of us.
- How?
- Jim said to give it to someone I love.
- But you gave it to Tyler, and he's dead.
- Honey, Tyler's a dipshit.
I'm sorry, I love you.
Listen, Jim gave it to Grandma.
She gave it to me.
I saw it reset when she did.
Did you?
- Wait, he gave this to her, and he knew what this was?
- Yes!
He told me!
- How could he do that?
How could we do that?
- This is attached to me somehow.
It's a curse or something.
I don't understand it.
But I have to get it out of this house
before it kills every one of us.
I have to give it to somebody!
- No.
What are you talking about?
Who could we possibly give this to?
- Natalie.
I could give it to Natalie.
I love her.
- Fuck you!
We're not giving this to anyone.
We are not killers!
- Woah, woah, woah!
- I should kill you and save it the trouble.
Stay over there.
Come out of the box, you fucking monster!
Come out of the box so I can fucking blow your head off!
I suggest you stay out of my way.
- Mr. Roberts?
Mr. Roberts?
- Yeah, that's me.
- Detective Patterson, Metro P.D. Homicide.
I need to talk to you about the death of your mother.
- I was very close to my mother.
This has been very hard on me.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
What can you tell me about Adam and Julie Thatcher?
Did they have any reason to dislike your mother?
- Do you suspect them of killing her?
- Someone did.
- I don't know what to tell you, Detective.
I mean, they're good people.
I don't see why they would do anything to hurt her.
- Well, according to the Thatcher statements,
you were there the night she died.
- Yes, I was.
I wasn't there very long.
I mean, I just stopped by to drop something off.
- Didn't happen to be a box, did it?
- Yes.
- Well, what can you tell me about it?
- What's to tell?
It's an antique, a gift.
- Well, what's inside it?
- I don't know.
It doesn't open, as far as I can tell.
What does the box have to do with Mother's death?
- Who's this?
- That was-
That's my wife, Lisa.
- Was?
- She died not long ago.
- Sorry to hear that.
What happened?
- She was very sick.
- Is there something you're not telling me, Jim?
- No, no!
Please, I've told you everything I know.
It's just hard, losing so many people that I love.
- I understand.
Thank you, Mr. Roberts.
- You should let me take over.
- No, I'm awake.
How long was I asleep?
- Maybe a few minutes.
- Where are the kids?
- They're sleeping.
I just tucked Charlie in.
How long do you think you're gonna be able to do that?
- As long as it takes.
It has to come out eventually.
- Let me take it to her.
Please?
- Shoot it!
- I'm trying!
- Shoot it!
Give me the gun!
- Anna!
I know you're hurt!
Anna!
- Mom...
- Please open the door!
Anna!
I don't know what to do, she won't come out!
- Just hold on, hold on!
- Anna!
- Are you okay?
- What's going on?
- Are you okay?
Okay, where's your flashlight, buddy?
Let's go.
I lost it in the air ducts.
- I can't get it open.
- Honey!
Honey, can you understand me?
- Dad!
- Get open the door!
Honey!
Anna!
- Anna!
Kill it!
- Give it to her.
- Hey.
- Did you do it?
- Yeah.
- What, what's wrong?
- I just need a minute.
- Okay.
I'm gonna run to the office.
Just be here when I get back.
- Okay.
- I'll make it all worth it, I promise.
I love you.
- I love you, too.
- I need those reports by Friday, without fail.
Now get out of here, and be safe.
- Hey Morris, wait a minute.
I got a lead on that Mary Roberts case.
- I'm listening.
- Two days ago, a sixteen year old boy, Tyler Cook,
goes out with some friends and never comes home.
- Tyler Cook, should I know him?
- No, not him, he was last seen with Anna Thatcher.
- Have you questioned her?
- No, not yet.
- Too many missing people and dead bodies.
They're hiding something.
The only thing that's consistent on their stories
is this damn magic box.
- Magic box?
- A little boy said a monster came out of it
and killed his grandmother.
- That's weird.
- It was at the house,
given to Ms. Roberts the night she died
by her son, Jim.
- Are you gonna look into it?
- I'm going to exhaust every lead til I find something.
- I know someone who may be able to help.
Her name's Lucy Anifero, she's some sort of gypsy lady
or palm reader, or something like that.
- Is this the same Lucy that you had a thing with?
- Yeah, same one.
Don't judge, man, she was special.
- I thought you said she was crazy.
- Yeah, but only because she'd go on and on
about this type of shit.
I'm telling you,
she'll be able to tell you what that box is.
- Can you let her know I'll stop by later?
- I'll do it.
Hey, where are you going now?
- I'm gonna find Anna Thatcher.
- Did you give it to her?
- No, not yet.
She went to work.
- What?
- I'm not gonna be able to do this.
I know that I said that I could.
I can't.
You were the one that said we shouldn't give it to anybody,
and you were right.
- Yeah, that was before it killed our daughter.
Give her the fucking box, Adam!
I will not lose another child.
I know you don't love me anymore,
but would you seriously choose her over Charlie?
- Of course not, you know that.
I'll take care of it when she gets back, okay?
I promise.
- Do you remember when you were really little?
Smaller than Charlie is now,
and Henry was just a baby.
And I would read to you every night,
and you never-
Never liked the stories.
And so we would shut the book together,
and we would make up our own silly stories.
There was a little girl named...
That's where you say "Anna."
There's a little girl named Anna.
Anna was a beautiful little princess.
And you would say,
"No, not a princess, a monkey!"
And you would giggle with your sweet, perfect voice.
And then I would tickle you
until you laughed so hard, you would squeal,
and you would beg me to stop.
And when I stopped, you would hug me.
And I would hold you so tightly.
I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you, my little monkey.
You don't deserve to be down here.
You won't be for long, I promise.
- Mr. Thatcher?
Mrs. Thatcher?
- Detective Patterson?
- Hello, Julie, do you have a moment?
- Well, Adam's not here,
and I really need to get Charlie
to his doctor's appointment.
- Is Anna here?
- It's Monday, Detective.
She's in school.
- That's funny, cause when I called the school,
they said she didn't show up for class today.
- Why would you need to call her school?
- I need to talk to her about Tyler Cook.
He's been reported missing.
- Her boyfriend.
- Is it possible they're together?
- She was here this morning.
I don't know where Tyler is.
And they're teenagers.
It's not unusual for Anna to be missing from school.
I can call you when she comes home.
- Okay, please do.
- I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help.
- I really need to talk to her.
- Glad to see you didn't change your mind.
- Thank you.
Wait, I just need a minute.
No, just wait.
Wait...
I need to give something to you.
I have to give this to you.
No, wait, wait, wait.
I have to...
Just give me a second.
I need you to take this for real.
- Adam, who cares about the fucking box?
- Take it!
- You're scaring me.
- I'm sorry.
No!
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- Tell me it's over.
- No, it's not over.
It's not fucking over, Julie!
- What?
What do you mean?
- I mean it just killed her.
Like everybody else.
I killed her.
- Adam, how is that possible?
- Get Charlie out of the house.
Get him out of the house, and go to the motel on six.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
Go right now.
Leave the gun on the counter.
- What are you going to do?
Adam?
What do you plan to do?
- I'm gonna come home
and wait for it to come out,
and I'm gonna fucking kill it.
- No!
We already tried that, it didn't work!
- I'm trying it again.
Do what I said.
Go to the motel.
- There has to be someone else we can give it to.
- Who?
Who, Julie?
My parents?
I don't love anybody else but you and that kid.
Get out of there.
Come on!
Come get me!
Hey, did I wake you?
- No, I didn't sleep at all.
Did you kill it?
Is it dead?
- No, I'm still waiting.
Doesn't seem to care about my schedule.
How is he?
- Sleeping.
- Good, that's good.
How are you?
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry, Julie.
About Natalie, everything.
- What are we supposed to do?
You just expect us to keep running
until the police finally catch us?
Do you expect me to dig a shallow grave
in the middle of nowhere to bury my daughter?
Then what next?
We just start new somewhere else?
And we forget?
It didn't help with the pain of losing Henry.
And it won't help now, I can't do that.
- I don't know the answer to any of those things.
But I know that I love you.
I thought that I loved her, but I didn't.
It was you.
It's always you.
I just need to kill this thing,
and everything will be alright again.
- We're not coming home, Adam.
- No, you shouldn't.
You should just stay there and wait.
After I've taken care of it, I'm coming to you.
- No.
No, I don't want you to.
- Julie, Julie!
Charlie!
Buddy!
Hey, are you okay?
Are you okay, are you sure?
Come here.
I love you.
Julie.
Baby?
No!
- No!
Dad, stop!
- See anything you like, Detective?
- Lucy Anifero?
- I am her, she is me.
How may I help you?
Would you like me to tell your future?
I can do that.
- No, not at all.
I was told by a friend you may be able to help me.
I'm trying to identify something.
A box.
- Remarkable, Detective.
- What is it?
- I know what it is, it's a kind of a trojan horse.
- It's a weapon?
- Yes.
- So you've seen it before?
- No, of course not.
It doesn't exist.
There it is.
For centuries, legend has told of a divine weapon.
A box passed from generation to generation
between loved ones.
Hidden inside the box was fallen god,
held against its will,
bound to an evil purpose,
tormenting and killing entire bloodlines.
For whoever possessed the box
would watch as the creature inside would emerge
and brutally murder those they loved one by one.
The box could not be destroyed.
It could not be lost or given away to just anyone.
The god would continue to kill
as the timer on the box ticked closer to its end.
There were only two choices: watch and wait,
or pass the curse to someone you truly loved,
resetting the timer.
I know what you're thinking.
What happens when the timer finally runs its course?
There are whispers, and rumors,
but no one knows for sure.
What is known is that as the timer ticks near its end,
whoever possessed it would be overcome with madness,
and pass it along every time.
That is why it's still here today.
- That's the biggest load
of fucking bullshit I've ever heard.
- Most myths are, Detective.
It's simply a bedtime story.
- So what you're telling me is I just showed you a picture
of a magic box from God?
- People have been building these boxes
as harmless oddities for centuries.
What you have is an homage to an ancient piece
of elaborate fiction.
Nothing more.
I have one.
I'll sell it to you, if you like.
Don't worry, there's no trapped gods inside.
At least, I don't think there are.
Hello?
- Charlie?
Charlie!
Charlie?
Charlie!
- Dad...
- I'm here.
- What do you think happens to us when we die?
- I don't know.
I guess it's a lot like it is before you're born.
- I don't remember before I was born.
- Me either.
- Mom says we go to heaven.
When I die, are you gonna put me down here with Anna?
- Nothing's gonna happen to you.
I will fight this thing.
I will get between you and it,
and I will not stop.
Do you understand?
I promise.
- How'd it go with Luciana?
She's hot, right?
- I don't know what you two saw in each other,
but I got the story on the box.
It's just an antique.
It's just a big waste of time.
- Hey Morris, we found Adam Thatcher's vehicle
abandoned on 50th street.
- Any sign of Adam?
- We dispatched a unit to his house,
but he wasn't there.
If he was, he didn't open the door.
There's something else.
- Well, what is it?
- You need to see for yourself.
- Holy shit.
Imagine being a cleaning lady and finding this.
- This is a lot worse than Mary Roberts.
This bastard is sick.
- We have a missing persons report
that I think maybe connects your guy.
- What?
Who is it?
- Natalie Rose.
- Do I know her?
- She works in Adam's office.
The lady who called it in
said that neither of them have been to work in two days
and no one's even heard from either of them.
- Get started on a search warrant for the Thatcher house.
- What do you want me to tell the DA?
Do I have probable cause?
- I got his dead wife in a motel room.
- It doesn't automatically make Adam the killer.
- His daughter and her boyfriend are missing.
He just abandoned his car in the middle of the street.
Now he and his coworker haven't been seen for days.
- Seems suspicious.
- Jesus, John, just give me the damn warrant.
- Dammit.
He's gone.
He'd be anywhere by now.
Son of a bitch.
- Check the uncle's house,
and if he's there, bring him in for questioning.
And I want a patrol out here every few hours.
- I'll do it.
Hey.
We'll catch him.
- Back in the car, Charlie.
- Should we say something?
- There's nothing to say.
Tell him I'm sorry.
- Amen.
- Let's go.
Let's go.
Why don't you stay in that box, buddy.
You hear me?
No matter what happens, you stay in there.
- Why is it doing this to us?
- I don't know.
But I think it's coming for me now.
When that timer runs out.
If it gets me, I want you to run.
Don't look back, just run.
Don't look at me, and don't touch the box.
Just go.
You understand?
- Dad?
- Yeah, son?
- Aren't you supposed to give the box
to someone you love?
- I guess so.
- Can you give it to me?
- No, I can't do that.
- Because you don't love me?
- It's because I love you more than anything.
The whole world.
Be quiet now.
Be brave.
Don't come out.
Charlie!
Charlie, I did it!
Charlie!
Hey, come here!
It's okay, buddy, come here.
It's okay, are you alright?
I love you so much.
We're gonna be okay.
- Dad!
Dad!
- Get in the box!
- Dad?
Dad, can I come out?
- Are you okay?
- Yes!
- It won't be long until another one comes out!
Adam!
- Dad, stop!
- No, there's no time!
- What are you doing here?
- They're all dead!
Everyone I ever cared about is dead!
I'm gonna die fighting it to live with that!
- Dad!
- You keep fighting for him, Adam!
- I'm so sorry.
- Cuff him.
- I'm innocent!
The monster's in the house!
I didn't do anything!
It's in the house!
Listen, I gotta go-
My son needs me!
- He's gonna be in the care of the state, now.
- Charlie!
Charlie!
- Dad!
- Come on, Charlie!
I love you.
I love you, no matter what happens, I love you.
- Come on, buddy, let's get out of here.
- It's gonna be okay, I promise.
I'm not going anywhere.
- Holy shit!
- Charlie, no!
- No!
Charlie!
Let me go!
- Alright!
Go!
- Come here.
- I need backup at the Thatcher house!
Now!
Bring it now!
- What the hell is going on?
- It came from the box!
The box!
- What the hell is it doing?
- I don't know!