Night of Blood

Ah, sorry.

(sighs) Ma'am, that's tea.

- (sighs) Shoot, um, I'll go get you a new one, sorry.

- Ma'am, I asked for this with no onions.

- Sorry, um, I'll have them make you a new one.

Keep that plate. I'll just get another plate.

- I don't understand why you can't just admit it.

Admit what? I wasn't doing anything.

Don't be crazy.

- Don't gaslight me. I'm not crazy.

I saw you ogling that cashier.

Every time she came around,

you were burning a hole through her with your eyes.

You don't get it.

I, I just want you to acknowledge it.

- I'm sorry. I really don't wanna fight with you.

- I'm sorry is not an acknowledgement

of what I'm asking you.

Hello? Are you gonna say something?

- It's here. - What is?

It came, son of a bitch.

Ah, give it here.

(employees chattering indistinctly)

- Yeah, hurry and open it, man, 'cause we really need this.

Then we need this score to cover this short, man, fuck.

- Hey, Mo, can I get no onions on that enchilada for two?

I'm sorry. I thought I'd said that the first time.

- You did. I just don't give a shit.

Mo.

- I'm just kidding, three minutes.

(sighs) Thanks.

How's your dad?

Better, actually.

Yeah, he's, uh, standing up on his own now.

Once he can take himself to the bathroom on his own,

that's when we'll know he actually wants to live.

Yeah, hopefully, at this rate, though,

I'll be able to go back to school next semester.

Hooker?

(scoffs) Chemical engineer.

Oh, fancy hooker.

Dick.

Hey, uh, is there anything for me?

I didn't look.

What'd your doc say about your headaches?

(sighs) Another concussion.

Anymore, and I will have irreparable brain damage.

- I guess you better not be in another drunk driver's path.

I know, right?

It's here.

- The acceptance letter for the night out, we're in.

The contest?

- Cha-ching million bucks, Europe, here we come.

- Do we have flashlights? - Flashlights?

- Yeah, you always pack a fucking flashlight

when you go to haunted places like this.

- Yeah. - You never know.

This is gonna be epic!

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Yes. - Fuck yeah.

- Welcome to the Val Verde.

- Thank you, is this where we check in?

Have a seat.

Someone will be down to explain everything

to you once everybody arrives.

Uh, can I get a drink?

In a minute.

Hello, Page.

Goodbye, Page.

- Kids these days, they don't say much, do they?

How about that drink, man?

- I said in a minute. We gotta wait for the boss.

Fucking right.

Yo, Vinny, baby, how you doing?

Ah, sorry, nope.

Did not mean to call ya that.

- Uh, this could be interesting.

- Yep, at the hotel now, it's a done deal.

Yeah, no, no, no, please, yep,

please tell 'em it's a, it's done.

Uh, uh, I'll have the money tomorrow.

Hello.

Fuck you.

What's up? Steven.

So?

- Oh, shit, you're Devante Parker.

Dude, you had a huge contract with Miami

and then killed that family.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn't kill anybody, all right?

Dude, that's gotta suck, man.

You really (laughs) fucked the dog on that one.

Damn. - You know what?

I'll be back in the league in two years, right?

Suspension, so I'll still be wealthy and successful.

You'll still be broke and looking like that.

This is just a money grab for me in the off season.

- All right. - Yeah, remember that.

Tried to be humble. - Sensitive.

Start that bullshit.

What's up?

- Good afternoon, contestants and guests.

I'm Charles, your host.

- Cell phones, right now, no exceptions, no P pads,

no weird watches, nothing.

- Page, honey, have you had lunch?

No, Dad.

- Well, let's lay off some of that soda.

I want a drink for lunch.

How about water?

Ice, it's made of water.

Yeah, I guess so.

Make yourself a sandwich.

Dusty, can I get a drink?

- Oh, I will take an Arnold Palmer, please.

- Is, uh, that it? That's the money?

Can I see it?

- This hotel's been haunted since it was built.

The boiler exploded

and killed five workers in a horrific fire.

And the ghost was sent streaming

through the pipes into every room in this hotel.

Every few years, someone else dies,

and for the last 100 years,

no outsider has been able to spend the evening

on the anniversary of that explosion.

The ghost forces 'em out.

The night of death's gonna end,

and none of you are gonna be here.

You'll leave hysterical,

and some of you will never be the same.

- Well, unless some of us aren't bitches

and sleep like a baby.

Bitches, huh?

- Oh, fucking relax. I didn't mean that that way.

- Oh, sure, next you're gonna start calling people pussies.

Some of you, anyway.

- Well, if any of you're lucky enough to be here at sunrise,

this is the prize.

You'll be getting keys to your rooms,

and I suggest you use 'em.

You stay there 'cause it's in the hallways

and the calm places, that's where the problems have been.

If you leave the hotel, your prize is forfeited.

- Okay, but what if none of us leave the hotel?

What about that?

That's never happened.

- Okay, but I understand that, but what if that does happen?

- Then the prize would be equally distributed

amongst the survivors.

- So what do you get out of this?

- We get to watch you piss yourselves

before you die.

Last chance.

- (sighs) Just give me my room key, man.

- We will all be leaving after dinner.

We don't dare stick around