[bell rings]
[doorbell rings]
Hello? Anyone home?
[paint strokes] Down here!
Hurry up! My husband will be home soon.
I see. No time for pillow talk then.
[laughs]
Come look at this.
[doorbell rings]
Uh, that's interesting.
I wanted to try something different.
I leave you at home for one week and you go all Edgar-Alan Pollock on me.
Stroke of inspiration, I suppose.
I don't quite remember you being so into abstract art.
How's work?
It was slow at the office today and I really couldn't stop thinking about you,
which was making it hard to get anything else done.
Aw, I'll clean up in here and then come upstairs.
Actually, will you help me cover this canvas?
Yeah, sure. Where's the corner at?
[foreboding music] Ugh, That thing’s still here?
Yeah, I can't seem to get rid of it.
Can you paint over it?
Tried. The paint won't stick.
Weird.
Maybe I'll just take out that entire chunk of wall and replace it.
That would be great.
So Em, real talk.
How are you holding up?
It can tell this hasn't been easy for you.
It isn't.
But I'll be okay.
Well, you know I always have your back.
This whole thing will be over before we know it.
We'll have wonderful, beautiful baby to raise together.
Everything's gonna be okay.
And whenever it gets dark, just remember that I love you.
[music fades] [Birds chirping]
[door opens, sounds of traffic] Hey, babe. I'm off to work.
I love you.
Oh, and there's a package for you on the couch.
I'll see you tonight. You can tell me what it was.
Hmm. [package rustling]
Let's see here.
Baby clothes?
More baby clothes?
What's this?
"The Female Pelvis:
Anatomy and Exercises."
Seriously, mom?
Hmm. What's buried down here?
[reads from package] "Keep an eye on your bundle of joy.
Two-way monitoring system.
Watch, listen, and interact from up to 900 feet."
Hmm. I wonder if these will work out here?
[walke talkie chirps] Justin, bring pickles immediately.
[Laughs] [undulating sound builds]
[trilling and undulating sfx intensify] Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Better sit down.
[cacophony fades] Oh, that's better.
[Sighs]
I'm so tired.
Maybe I should lay down for a minute.
Hmm… [deep breathing]
[undulating and trilling sounds resume]
[fade to foreboding music]
[Michael coughing]
[door opens] [coughing continues]
[footsteps]
[truck door opens, engine starts] [truck driving]
[truck parks] [footsteps] [Michael coughing] [metal gate opens] This time will be different.
Hello?
Emily?
[footsteps] No.
[hurried footteps] Emily, wake up.
Wake up.
Come on.
Hmm.
Thank God.
What are you doing here?
I found you a sleep out here.
No, that's not what I meant.
I found the original key to the gate.
I wanted to return it.
I see you two have been busy—
You really shouldn't be here.
Maybe you need someone to talk to.
Are you here alone?
What?
You know, being alone in this house can get to you.
I don't see how that's any of your business.
I don't want you to be uncomfortable.
I can leave.
But I don't feel good about leaving you out here.
[Violent Coughing]
Are you okay?
Let me get you a glass of water. [footstep walking away]
[undulating sfx] I see you, Devil.
[otherwordly groan] I see you.
[Agressive, ATTACK MUSIC] Heavenly Father...
Smite this evil.
[Music intensifies]
[Violent Coughing]
Heavenly Father.
Smite this evil.
[Coughing]
[music fades] [undualting sfx continue]
I'm so sorry. [Michael collapses]
[Violent coughing] Sorry, it took so long to...
[Coughing]
Michael! [glass drops]
Oh my god, Michael!
Michael, are you okay?
Hey, hey, wake up.
Wake up.
[Coughing] [Aggressive Music]
Don't you dare die in my yard.
I'm sorry.
No, don't be sorry.
Are you okay?
Is there someone I can call?
[Music shifts tone, melancholoy sets in]
It’s too late.
[Coughing]
Too late for everything.
[Holding back tears]
I'm sorry.
Well, you're forgiven?
Too late. (Music shifts tone back to aggressive)
Too late for what?
Too late for everything.
You're not making any sense.
I'm sorry.
[Coughing]
Okay, well, you're forgiven.
Just please stand up and let me call you help.
[Coughing]
Jut give me a minute. I’ll be okay.
Are you sure?
Maybe you should see a doctor. I can drive you.
I can make it home. It’s not that far.
It's really not a problem.
[Coughing]
[Music shifts to nuetral tone]
God bless you, Emily Calloway.
[footsteps] [coughing]
And you too, creepy old guy.
[gate closes] [truck engine tarts] [distorted, hypnotic music swells]
[trilling sfx] [undulating sfx] [distorted whisper]
( singing in foreign language )
[Emily moans]
( singing in foreign language )
[THE COLONY SINGS] “Oma… Oma… Oma…"
( singing in foreign language )
[Emily collapses]
[Aggressive, Attack music plays]
[distorted animalistic sounds]
[aggressive music continues]
[distorted whisper]
[undulating and trilling sfx]