Goodnight Mommy

You must be so tired.

Okay.

Well, I'll sing the song.

What? No.

: Nobody films. Daddy, no.

I'm n-not filming. There's no phone.

I look ancient. Look at me.

I-I'm not filming. Okay.

It's off.

You can come say hi if you want.

Yeah, I don't know, bud.

I, uh... I don't think that Mom wants to see me right now.

But she called and said

she'd be waiting for you with open arms, so go ahead.

Go, go, go.

Be nice to your mother.

Mommy?

Mom?

Mom?

Outside?

Elias.

Come on.

- Mommy? - Mom?

You're early.

I was still getting ready.

I know... I know this is weird.

I-I wanted to...

I did try and call ahead of time to explain things, but...

Um... anyway, it doesn't matter.

You're here now.

And look at you.

So grown up.

You're gaining on me.

Believe me, I...

I hate that you have to see me like this,

but it's nothing to be afraid of.

It's still me under here.

Mommy just had a...

a little procedure.

A surgery.

Are you sick?

No, no, I'm not sick. I promise.

Everything's fine.

It's just...

I don't know, I needed a...

change, fresh start.

You know, like, when a car gets older

and you have to take it in for repairs?

People can be like that, too.

: Sometimes you just need a little tune-up.

Dad didn't say anything.

Well, I was hoping

this could be our little secret.

What do you think?

Where are my headphones?

I thought I left them here.

What do you think she looks like under there?

Remember when we saw that raccoon that got run over

and there was all that, like, blood and white stuff

- all over the road? (RETCHES) - Ew. Stop. Stop it.

- Gross. Stop it. That's Mom! - Probably like that

but all over Mom's face, like... (GROANS)

- Like, oozing blood... - I said stop it!

Is there something wrong?

- Nope. - No, Mommy.

Okay, good.

I just wanted everything to be perfect.

Anyway, I, um... I got you something,

but you got here before I had a chance to wrap it.

What is it?

An F-18 Super Hornet.

So you like it?

- So much. Thank you, Mommy. - Yeah.

Oh, good.

Now, if I can get you to help me

with a few little house rules.

Just while Mommy's healing.

Rules?

Like what?

Easy things.

Like no running or shouting in the house,

and no visitors or playdates.

Just for a while, just for some peace and quiet.

And the sun, it's not good for Mommy's skin,

so let's keep the blinds closed.

And my office and my bedroom: Off-limits.

So's the barn.

Uh, but what about if...

And no arguing, okay?

What Mommy says goes.

You think you can do that?

Yeah, sure.

Elias, do you hear me?

Yes, Mommy.

Good.

Good.

Hey.

Why don't you run outside and play?

- You can unpack later. - (CHUCKLES)

Mommy?

Yeah?

I made this for you.

Thank you, sweetie.

(GUNFIRE AND INDISTINCT SHOUTING CONTINUE OVER PHONE)

Since when do you have a phone?

It's Dad's old phone.

He gave it to us.

Don't want you spending all your time on that thing.

We could do something together.

It's been a long day, Elias.

But we're not tired.

It's not even 8:00.

- WOMAN (OVER TV): No, wait! - (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)

There it is. Yes of course. I see it.

It's something dark and sinister.

You are in grave danger.

"His yellow skin

"scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath;

"His hair was of a lustrous black,

"and flowing;

"His teeth of a pearly whiteness;

"But these only formed a more horrid contrast

"with his watery eyes, his shriveled complexion

and straight black lips."

Good night.

You-you didn't sing the song.

Not tonight, Elias.

But you always sing the song.

You're too old for songs.

Close your eyes.

You'll be asleep before you know it.

What?

I didn't say anything.

I can hear you thinking.

It's nothing.

Don't you think something's different?

With Mom?

What if it's been so long since we saw her...

...that she doesn't like us anymore?

She's our mom. She has to like us.

It's her job.

...for the entire tristate area,

a severe thunderstorm warning beginning tomorrow evening

and lasting until early Friday.

- (BB GUN FIRES) - (BIRDS CHIRPING)

Hide-and-seek in the woods?

You can hide first.

Hey, Elias.

Elias.

What do you call the better-looking twin?

What?

Well, most people just call me Lukas.

Maybe she shut it up last winter.

Mom said not to.

Elias!

Elias, what are you doing up there?

What were you doing in there?

I gave you specific instructions.

- Stay where I could see you. - It wasn't my fault.

Oh, 'cause nothing is ever your fault, is it?

No, Mommy, we only went in there for a second.

Do not say another word.

- Lukas lost his baseball glove, and... - Stop talking!

- (THUD) - (ELIAS GROANING)

From now on, you stay inside.

You okay?

I didn't mean to get us in trouble.

You didn't do anything wrong.

You didn't do anything wrong.

- (ELIAS GROANS) Sorry.

That spot in the barn...

I think it was blood.

What spot?

The one on the wall.

Probably just paint or something.

Yeah, that's the problem.

He's never apart from Lukas.