Trespassing (Evil Remains) (Trespassing)

It's really late.

You should check outside.

You think so?

Well, me, personally,

I don't care where the little shit is.

He's your son, John.

He's our son.

And he's a big pain in my ass.

I'd trade him in if I could.

Just like a busted altimeter.

You could have more patience with him.

Yeah, right.

So you checked the whole house?

Yup.

Then he went out.

Must have.

Boy's upset, John.

He's probably walking it off.

I mean, you--

I what?

I what?

Boy needs a beatin' every now and then.

'Sides, I just gave him a love tap.

You hit him hard.

Well, obviously not hard enough.

Boy didn't even blink an eye.

He just stood there,

looking at me like some kind of zombie.

After what he did...

He didn't say anything 'cause he's like his father.

Too much pride.

He's off right now cryin'.

Well, he should be cryin'.

He's a boy

like any other.

He killed our dog, Linda.

He fuckin' strangled

the dog!

And that ain't normal!

Least not the last time I checked.

For Christ's sake, even Aaron's boy

ain't never strangled no dog.

In fact, I can't even think of anyone ever doing that.

So we'll take him to the doc again.

I ain't drivin' no hour

to pay some headshrinker tell me what I already know.

Ain't drivin' that boy across the river again

for nothing.

That boy needs a strong hand.

John, you're a real sweetheart; you know that?

Did you hear what I said?

John?

You gone deaf?

John?

John?

John?

John.

You say something?

squish!

J-John.

John.

Oh!

Ow!

Carl.

Why, Carl, why?

Please, Carl.

Not like this.

Not now, please.

Carl?

My own boy.

You don't have to do this.

Don't do this, please.

I don't wanna die.

Please.

No.

No.

This is some sort of documentary or--

No, no.

I just use this for my notes.

What is your name and your occupation, please?

Dr. Theodore Rosen.

Psychologist.

Professor here at the university.

I'm doing my thesis on local lore and myth.

It's my belief that all lore has a foundation of truth,

and later it gets distorted.

As I was doing my research, I came across a case.

The Bryce incident.

The Bryce tragedy?

What I was interested in was the myth that that created.

Well, I know that you used to see the Bryce boy,

Carl Bryce.

Carl Bryce--

Dr. Rosen, would you look at me, not the camera?

Please?

Carl Bryce was a very disturbed young man.

It was apparent that the boy was suffering

from a myriad of emotional disorders.

In my opinion,

the boy was a walking time bomb.

That's the extent of what I can tell you

about what happened up there.

The police interviewed me right after the tragedy.

There was very little that I could help them with,

and the case was shut.

Sir, I know those facts.

Well, then I'm not sure what it is that you want.

Well, sir, what I was interested in:

how a not uncommon murder-suicide,

something that we might read about every day in the news,

could create such a myth.

Well, there are as many myths

as there are people in this town.

More specifically, the myth

that would have people believe that the 400-plus acres

surround the Bryce plantation is cursed.

All of those plantations are supposed to be haunted

or have some nonsense voodoo curse about them.

Dr. Rosen, the locals don't just claim to believe

in some sort of curse;

they know that the Bryce plantation is cursed.

You are aware of the origin of this apparent curse,

aren't you?

Yes, I am, sir.

But just for my records, if you could, please.

Well, now, as I understand it,

there was a plantation owned by Madame Chevalier.

She had slaves.

And it seems that her cruelty knew no end.

One day, her cook, who was a house slave

and, I believe, was chained to the stove,

went mad.

Set fire to the house.

The firefighters arrived,

and in the process of trying to quell the blaze,

they came upon a room, a torture chamber

filled with scores of slaves-- some living, some dead.

The madame had performed

bizarre experimentations on them.

The plantation burned.

Legend has it that a curse was placed

on these grounds after the Civil War.

Bryce plantation has the misfortune

of being connected to the same ground.

So...

the myth begins.

Carl Bryce burns his mother alive,

and the myth is strengthened.

I see.

So what is this curse?

Well, it seems that people feel that anyone who is trespassing

on these grounds becomes possessed

by an uncontrollable urge-- a horrible, reckless urge.

They go insane,

and they run amok.

One last question, please, if you don't mind.

Please.

Do you, Dr. Rosen, do you believe

in the myth?

No, no.

But, for what it's worth

and as irrational as it may sound,

I knock on wood.

And...

when I'm reading, I never stop at page 13,

even if it's the end of the chapter.

I go right on to 14 just to avoid the number.

Good, thank you.

Oh, my pleasure.

Yes.

I hope it's been helpful.

Oh, it's been very enlightening.

Now...

off the record.

Do you believe in the curse?

No, sir.

No, I do not.

That's the whole point of my thesis.

But you are going up there, I assume.

Well, yes, sir.

As a matter of fact, I am.

I could hardly write the thesis without going up there, could I?

Listen.

When you go up there,

try to understand why you are going.

What is it that you are afraid of?

Try to understand that before you go up there.

I'm here.

I am right here.

It's your turn.

Here we go.

Never rush strategy in war or game.

"Never rush strategy."

Thank you, Patton. Very nice.

Play a fucking card.

Any time, Tyler.

- Oh, fuck. - Tick, tock.

He's got three cards.

Thank you very much.

You're the weirdest guy I've ever known,