Young and Cursed

Was that good for you?

I'm not interested in your cynicism.

Demonic possession is real.

A long time ago, when I was little

I saw a creature approaching me, and...

I could see...

it was me.

- -

Demons.

Fallen angels.

Creatures of God turned against God and man.

It came inside my body.

I felt a horrible change was beginning to take place inside of me.

Having fun?

You know, just working on the details

to your impending death.

Hello, Trudy.

My little sex toy.

Possessed.

Subhuman.

Doomed to die.

Jason.

The demon inside you grows stronger by the minute.

And there is no escaping,

even through your music.

Maria, you'll soon learn

the best use of your precious rosary beads

will be to hang yourself.

There's no escaping what's in store for you.

Tahoma, my little Tonto,

follow the map I have sent you or suffer the consequences.

No money,

nobody,

no running,

no god will save you.

Your time is running out.

Donny.

My little priest killer. You've done quite well so far.

But now it's time for you to face your destiny.

Finally.

At the tone, please record your message.

Bishop Morgan,

it's finally happening.

I pray you can make it in time.

So, what's up?

What's going on?

Damned if I know.

Interesting choice of words.

Were you all summoned?

If by "summoned," you mean some annoying bitch's voice

threatening on my phone, yeah, I was summoned.

I couldn't get it to stop.

What does it mean?

I don't know. But it pisses me off.

But you came. You all came.

Maybe he didn't have a choice.

Maybe none of us did.

Hi.

I'm Kyra.

Come in.

I hate this shit.

You know this shit?

Why are we here?

I'm not sure.

Don't fuck with us. You obviously know something.

Only that we're supposed to be here.

Hey...

Dude, let's slow down a bit here, all right?

Listen, nerd. Nobody asked for your fucking opinion.

Does this have anything to do with the eclipse?

Things are the way they're supposed to be.

Oh, we're supposed to be here.

Things are the way they're supposed to be.

Well, that's a load of crap.

Nothing is the way it's supposed to be.

And this weird mumbo-jumbo you're laying on us

is a bunch of horseshit.

Yeah, I bet it was you that sent those messages.

How the hell did you know about me?

This sucks.

I'm out of here.

Shit.

What the fuck?

Who are you?

Relax, tough guy.

You're not going anywhere.

None of you are.

-You're her? -The one on the phone?

Please. Holy Mother of God, please.

Just let me go.

Stop.

Why did I come here?

Why did you come here?

-Come on. Let's go. Let's go. -No, I can't.

- -Oh, shit.

Ugh! Shit.

My car won't start.

I'm locked out.

What the fuck is this?

This is just getting started.

You think?

This never happened.

You bitch. I'll make you pay for that.

Really?

You messed up my car.

I never touched your car.

-And neither did you. -What do you mean?

The whole thing was merely a figment of your imagination.

What are you, a fucking therapist?

Dude, slow down here, all right?

Here we go again with the, "Let's slow down."

No, let's speed it up.

I want out of here.

What do you want?

I don't want anything.

Maybe this is all a dream.

And maybe you were never born.

And maybe you're more than you seem.

Maybe.

And you?

Everyone, this is Tahoma Maranga.

Maranga.

After a long night spent loping through the desert,

he wakes up with blood on his clothes.

But it's not his blood,

and he has no idea where it came from.

You bitch. Shut up before I--

- -

Stop! Stop! You're gonna break it!

I warned you.

Keep testing me, and I will break it.

You got that, big boy?

Say it.

Say what?

Say, "I got it."

I got it.

I fucking got it.

- -

Sit.

It should all be clear to each of you by now

that there is no escape.

You are here because it is your destiny to be here.

[build up music then soft exhale]

And the same is true for me.

Hi, I'm Kyra Montanou.

My grandmother owned this cabin, and...

along with other things,

she left it to me after...

she died.

She was a witch,

who passed on all she knew to me,

like a gift of recognition.

Well, that explains everything.

Her grandma was a witch.

This whole get-together

is a huge load of horseshit.

For someone who is completely impotent to do anything,

you sure do talk a lot.

I'll show you impotent.

Donny Belasco doesn't remember.

He once had his palm read by me.

Never was able to forgive himself

for the death of the priest.

I had nothing to do with that.

I once purchased coffee from Ms. Snider here.

Hm. Delicious.

Perfect.

This girl has a real talent.

Especially for sex.

At all hours of the day or night.

With someone or something.

But ultimately by herself.

Sounds like maybe you want a taste of that yourself.

Dude, stop acting like an asshole.

I saw Maria Gomez with her sister and her two young nieces

in a supermarket parking lot, and knew.

Couldn't get through school.

Can't work.