Strange Events

MAN (ON PHONE): I don't like this, Erin.

I'm coming home.

I'm fine.

We knew this was going to happen sooner or later.

It's fine.

I mean, even if you rented a car and drove,

you wouldn't be here 'til tomorrow morning.

MAN (ON PHONE): Let me call Kelly.

She'll at least--

I don't need a babysitter.

I'm fine.

Look, I haven't heard from them in a long time.

I'm sure they're not just going to suddenly show

up because you're not here.

I'm safe.

I'm inside.

I'll just lock the doors and be just fine.

MAN (ON PHONE): Will you promise me you'll take at least one?

Yes.

WOMAN (ON TV): Tell me I'm stupid and pathetic

and to leave you alone.

They've investigated my mother.

Thank God she's dead.

Put it down.

You know they can't help you.

MAN (ON PHONE): 9-1-1, what's your emergency?

They'll only put you away again.

MAN (ON PHONE): Hello?

Hello, is anybody there?

Sorry.

Wrong number.

It's been awhile.

Do you miss us?

Why can't you just leave me alone?

We're a part of you.

We always will be.

I don't need you anymore.

You've always needed us.

You're nothing without us.

I'm not listening to you.

You're not here.

Go away.

Anal, oral, lick the clitoral.

Anal, oral, lick the clitoral.

All up on the floor.

All up on the floor, all up on the floor.

Put my thumb straight in your butt.

Yo.

What?

Shut up.

Dude, this is the shit.

You know it.

Yeah, until we get skinned alive

and turned into a fucking suit.

Dude, you are tripping.

Yeah, we'll see.

We'll see?

See this, bitch.

That is a hot ass girl from the internet wearing--

what is that?

Oh, that's right, nothing--

waiting for us right now.

Right.

Telling you to hurry.

To hurry on your flaccid ass up.

I'm just fucking saying.

Saying what?

Nothing.

Fuck.

Just-- what's the fucking address?

Uhh, what's that one?

21-- I don't know.

2031 Blair Drive.

It's 2033?

Or was it -43?

No, it was -33.

Genius.

How do you not write down the address?

Text her and ask.

I did it when we left.

But she's not answering now.

Well, forget it then.

We're not going.

Dude!

,, I'm not rolling into some rich fool's house

and getting a face full of buckshot over some pussy

that probably don't even exist.

Forget it.

All right, Blake.

And that's not going to happen.

Because this is the right house.

I swear.

I swear.

This is stupid as fuck, man.

That girl is pretty fine.

Anonymous internet pussy.

All right.

- That's what I'm talking about. - All right, hold up though.

Look, I need, like, a weapon or something.

I don't want to go in there empty-handed.

I got my keys.

No, no.

Hold on.

Fist Pack.

Fist Pack?

Homie, that's a fucking cat.

No, no.

If you've got to hit a motherfucker,

you ball it up in your fist.