- Paul Hudson: [Skye is looking at him] What?
- Skye Riley: What?
- Paul Hudson: What? Ah, Jesus Christ. Are you crying right now?
- Skye Riley: I-I'm not crying. Are you crying? Hm? Huh? Hey-Hey I'm fucking talking to you!
- [Paul turns on the music she turns it off]
- Skye Riley: Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Paul Hudson: What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?
- Skye Riley: I don't know. I don't know. I don't know Paul. Why don't you tell me since I can't do anything right.
- Paul Hudson: Jesus Christ! I swear.. I swear to fucking God you are so..
- Skye Riley: What, what, I'm so fucking what?.. Say it, say it, what am I? Tell me, I am so fucking...
- Paul Hudson: You're a fucking psycho!
- Skye Riley: Oh, yay!
- Paul Hudson: Yeah.
- Skye Riley: Psycho.
- Paul Hudson: And scumbag. You're fucking crazy.
- Skye Riley: I'll show you crazy
- Paul Hudson: Oh yeah?
- Skye Riley: You wanna fucking see crazy?
- [She smacks and while he's driving]
- Paul Hudson: Yeah, yeah, stop it
- Skye Riley: Fucking crazy?
- Paul Hudson: Stop it! What are you doing?
- Skye Riley: Huh?
- Paul Hudson: Stop, stop it!
- Skye Riley: Huh? Is it crazy?
- Paul Hudson: Yes, that is crazy! You fucking psycho! Jesus fucking Christ! I'm fucking driving!
- Skye Riley: I fucking hate you!
- Paul Hudson: Good! Good! Because I fucking hate you too! I fucking.. you crazy bitch!
- [He starts laughing]
- Paul Hudson: You psycho bitch!
- [He starts to fake cry]
- Paul Hudson: Aw, you gonna cry? Are you gonna cry now and oh God. Oh, you look so fucking ugly when you cry it's horrible, I can't..
- [he pretends to vomit]
- Paul Hudson: I can't..
- [he pretends to cry and vomit again]
- Paul Hudson: Help me God.
- [She immediately proves him right by angrily grabbing the steering wheel from him]
- Paul Hudson: What the fuck are you doing? What are you doing? Jesus!
- [They swerve off the road]
- Paul Hudson: OH MY GOD!
- [Joe holds Alexi at gunpoint]
- Alexi: Hey, what the fuck?
- [Joe pats him down]
- Joel: Hey, hey. Easy. Don't move.
- [Joel takes his gun]
- Alexi: You're making big mistake, you know that?
- Joel: Shut the fuck up. Let's go. Fuck. Get the door. Shut the fuck up.
- Alexi: Watch the fucking jacket, man. It's new.
- Joel: Shut the fuck up.
- [They go up to the drug dealer's house]
- Joel: listen to me. You alert your brother and I shoot you in the back of the head, you understand me?
- Alexi: Okay. You're the boss.
- Joel: Slow.
- [They enter the house]
- Alexi: Yo, yo, yo!
- Yev: You remember my pumpkin frappé, huh?
- [He looks up and sees that his brother is being held at gunpoint]
- Joel: Don't! Don't. Touch it and he's fucking dead. Hands up!
- Yev: Jesus Christ, you dumb motherfucker. Do you know who we are?
- Joel: Yeah, I know who you fucking are. Last January, the two of you shot an innocent mother and a kid. Killed 'em. In Newark.
- Yev: Oh, yeah? Says who? Who the fuck are you, huh?
- Joel: I brought something to give you.
- Yev: Uh-huh?
- Joel: But you have to watch what I'm doing. You watching?
- [He pulls out a utility knife and start stabbing Alexi in the chest before slitting his throat]
- Yev: Oh! No! No! No!
- [He shoots at Joel and Joel shoots back and Joel realizes that he's dying]
- Joel: Oh, shit. No, no, no. No, no, no. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. No, don't die. Don't die, don't die!
- [He takes off his ski mask]
- Joel: Fuck! Fuck. Look at me. Look at me, you motherfucker, you can't die! You can't die! It needs somebody to fucking pass to. If you die, it won't fucking work. Look at me! Stay alive, you piece of shit. Stay alive, you piece of shit!
- [the dealer ends up dying]
- Joel: Oh, G-- No. Oh, no. Oh, no. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Now it has no one to pass to, fuck!
- [He sees a man who was watching go to the door in fear]
- Lewis: Fuck. Fuck. No, no, no!
- [Joel holds him at gunpoint]
- Joel: Who the fuck are you?
- Lewis: No one.
- Joel: Who the fuck are you?
- Lewis: I'm Lewis. I know one. I'm literally no one.
- Joel: What the fuck you doing?
- Lewis: Don't shoot me.
- Joel: Answer me! What the fuck are you doing here?
- Lewis: I just buy from them, okay? I fucking hate those guys. I hate them, too! I fucking hate them, especially him! Please, don't shoot me.
- Joel: [remorsfully] I didn't know anybody else was here. Okay, fuck it. I didn't fucking know anybody else was here! I fucked this whole thing up. I fucked this whole thing up and I'm sorry. This wasn't meant for you.
- Lewis: What?
- Joel: This wasn't meant for you.
- Lewis: What wasn't meant for me?
- Joel: I'm sorry.
- Lewis: What? What are you--fuck. What are you sorry for? Fuck.
- Joel: I'm sorry.
- Lewis: What?
- [Skye almost runs over Morris]
- Morris: Jesus Christ! Christ, are you okay? Where are your shoes?
- Skye Riley: I don't have any. Here, take this.
- Morris: Why do you have a gun?
- Skye Riley: Just take it! Hey! If this theory of yours doesn't work or you see me change and start smiling, shoot me in the head.
- Morris: Whoa, whoa, hold on!
- Skye Riley: Hey! You need to stop it, no matter what.
- Morris: We're going to.
- Skye Riley: Promise me!
- Morris: All right! All right, I promise I'll shoot you.
- Skye Riley: How do we stop my heart?
- [They enter a building]
- Morris: Sorry I haven't done anything about the lights.
- Skye Riley: Is this a Pizza Hut?
- Morris: It's the only thing I could find for lease on short notice that had a large enough freezer.
- Skye Riley: Why do we need a freezer?
- Morris: For your brain.
- Skye Riley: Fuck.
- Morris: Once we stop your heart, your brain stops receiving oxygen. Normally, necrosis sets in immediately. You'd have two minutes maybe before permanent brain damage occurs, but if we bring your body temperature down far enough, we can delay the process, giving us up to nine minutes before permanent damage. We need to make sure this thing isn't able to hang around. And... I I like our odds with nine minutes better than two.
- [He opens freezer and puts a cinder block between the door so it doesn't close]
- Morris: the freezer door latch is broken. If it closes all the way, it can't be opened from the inside. Here. Change into this.
- [Hands her a hospital gown she takes off her hoodie revealing her shirt is covered in blood]
- Morris: Jesus, that's a lot of blood! Are--Are the cops gonna be looking for you?
- Skye Riley: I don't know. Let's just do this.
- Morris: Once your body temperature drops low enough, I will inject you with a drug that will cause your heart to start slowing down until it stops.
- Skye Riley: How long will it take?
- Morris: It's critical you reach flatline as fast as possible. So I'll need to inject it directly into your internal jugular. After 30 seconds... you'll be dead.
- Skye Riley: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Jugular, like in my neck? Let me see the needle.
- [He shows her the syringe]
- Skye Riley: What the fuck, man?
- Morris: I know. Sorry. Lie down here.
- [She lies down on the table]
- Skye Riley: Oh, my God. I'm so fucking cold.
- Morris: That's the idea. I'll be monitoring your heart rate. The moment you flatline, all start a timer for eight minutes. Once the timer is up, I will inject a dose of adrenaline into your heart and start CPR resuscitation.
- Skye Riley: I can't believe I might die in the freezer of a fucking Pizza Hut.
- Morris: I promise I'm gonna bring you back.
- Skye Riley: Morris? I'm sorry about your brother. I know that's why you're doing this. Thank you for helping me.
- Morris: Can I ask what made you change your mind?
- Skye Riley: Every good thing in my life... ends up broken because of me. I hurt everything and everyone I touch. It doesn't matter what happens to me anymore. But I will not let this fucking thing... use me to hurt anyone else.
- [Morris holds out a thermometer]
- Morris: Put this in your mouth. Don't move. I just have to get something.
- Skye Riley: Wait. Where--Where are you going? Wait.
- Alfredo: [At the meet and greet, an obsessive fan Alfredo gets a picture with Skye] I'm a really big fan!
- Skye Riley: Ah, thanks for coming out.
- Alfredo: [turning to Skye] I can see you're sad on the inside.
- Skye Riley: Sorry, what?
- Alfredo: [Trembling but conniving, intercut with Skye's hesitance and asking Joshua: "Okay, thank you. Got it?"] I could make you, happy. We would be so happy, together. And you're so beautiful, you have the most, AMAZING, SKIN!
- Skye Riley: [pushes Alfredo away] Dude, get the fuck off me!
- Alfredo: [Is escorted out by security as he shouts] SKYE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, SKYE! SKYE! SKYE! SKYE, I LOVE YOU!
- Morris: Thank you for agreeing to see me--
- [Skye takes a picture of him]
- Morris: Wait, what are you doing?
- Skye Riley: Sending a photo of you to my friend in case you're some kind of creep.
- Morris: What? I'm not a creep.
- Skye Riley: Yeah, that's what every creep says.
- Morris: Look, I realize you're super famous, and I invaded your privacy. I apologize. This is also very weird for me.
- Skye Riley: How do you know Lewis?
- Morris: I don't. I-- I didn't. I was trying to contact Lewis to warn him. Tracked down his address and went to his apartment. The front door was unlocked, and he was already dead inside. I checked his phone, and you were the last person he texted with.
- Skye Riley: W-What were you trying to warn him about?
- Morris: Look I'm aware that what I'm about to say is going to sound completely insane, but Lewis didn't kill himself. He was systematically infected, possessed and then murdered by some kind of metaphysical being.
- Skye Riley: What the fuck are you talking about?
- Morris: If it helps, you might call it a-- a spirit or a demon. Maybe. I have no clue what this thing is! But it disguises itself to look like people. Like smiling people. But only the person that's been infected by it can see it.
- Skye Riley: No, that's-- that's not real. That's some supernatural bullshit.
- Morris: But you've seen it, haven't you? That's why you're still sitting here.
- Skye Riley: I-- I don't know. I don't know what's happening. I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind!
- Morris: That's precisely what this thing does to you. It's what it did to Lewis while it was latched on to him. It's like a parasite that infects the host through their mind. In less than a week, it drives the host insane. It's like it feeds off all the bad shit in their head, and then once it's done feeding, it forces the host to kill themselves in front of a witness. And then that witness becomes the new host. That's how you got it from Lewis. Before that it was passed to Lewis by a cop in Jersey. That cop was the first one I tried to contact, but I guess he went off the grid. That cop caught it from some doctor, who got it from a patient, who got it from a college professor. And the chain keeps going back. I've documented all of this. I can show you.
- Skye Riley: Why do you even know all of this?
- Morris: Because it killed my brother. My brother was a host eight people before you. He tried to tell me what was happening to him. But he made it hard to trust him, and the stuff he was saying sounded certifiably crazy. He begged me for help. But I didn't listen. And then a few days later... I got a call informing me that he tore his own jaw off with a crowbar.
- Skye Riley: Well, have you gone to the police?
- Morris: And say what? My brother's suicide was actually caused by some cosmic evil being that no one else can see? The police can't stop this thing anyway.
- Skye Riley: So I'm just supposed to wait until this thing kills me?
- Morris: No, I want you to help me destroy it.
- Skye Riley: How?
- Morris: From what I can tell, the chain stops when an infected host dies in some other way outside of the being's control. My guess is that, just like other parasites, without a living host it has no way to survive. It's ceases to exist.
- Skye Riley: So it only stops if--if I die before it kills me?
- Morris: Exactly. We need to kill you first.
- Skye Riley: What?
- Morris: Only technically. Look. There are ways that we can very safely stop your heart. That'll deprive it of a living host. Once it goes, I can resuscitate your heart and bring you back.
- Skye Riley: Are you out of your fucking mind?
- Morris: I know it seems extreme.
- Skye Riley: "Extreme"? You're asking to kill me!
- Morris: Whoa, hey. Just keep it down.
- Skye Riley: I don't even know you. I don't even know you!
- Morris: My name is Morris. I'm an ER nurse, and if we don't do this, it's gonna kill you like it killed Lewis and infect another victim. Look, I've already got everything prepared. We should just go now and get rid of this thing tonight.
- Skye Riley: I can't. I can't do this.
- Morris: You're nearly out of time! This thing has been feeding on you for three days already! It's already taking control of your brain, and pretty soon you won't even realize the ways it's manipulating you, and then it'll be too late to stop it. We have to go right now.
- [Skye wakes up in the hospital]
- Elizabeth Riley: It's okay, it's okay. Everything's fine. Hey, hey. You're okay. You have a mild concussion.
- Skye Riley: Where am I? Where am I?
- Elizabeth Riley: Harvest Moon. It's a private wellness clinic. You fainted and hit your head. We found you lying on your living room floor, unconscious. The doctor said you were sleep deprived and extremely dehydrated.
- Skye Riley: No, no, no, that's not-- That's not-- That's not what happened.
- Elizabeth Riley: Joshua, could you go find Dr. Fowler and let him know Skye's awake.
- Joshua: Of course, yeah. I hope you're feeling better, Skye. I, uh... I brought a sweatshirt for you, just in case you... you get cold.
- [He leaves the room Skye holds her bruised cheek]
- Elizabeth Riley: We can cover that with makeup. And the team's already working on a fill piece for your hair. Don't worry, you won't be able to tell the difference. And I've cleared your schedule. So today you can just have a whole day of rest and recuperation.
- Skye Riley: Where's my phone? I need my phone.
- Elizabeth Riley: It's right here. I got it.
- Skye Riley: I need it. Give it to me.
- Elizabeth Riley: Maybe later. Right now, we're just gonna focus on relaxing.
- Skye Riley: Mom. Please, please. Something really crazy is happening to me. I need to get out of here right now.
- Elizabeth Riley: No. We are gonna stay here together until we head to the venue tomorrow for the pre-show. That way we can make sure you're a hundred percent and ready to perform.
- Skye Riley: No, no. I can't. I...
- Elizabeth Riley: Can't what?
- Skye Riley: I can't do the show
- Elizabeth Riley: If you cancel the show, then you will be checking yourself into a recovery program. That's the only explanation...
- Skye Riley: Mom...
- Elizabeth Riley: As to why Skye Riley is canceling another tour the night before it starts. You will have to explain to the label who invested millions of dollars. And you're putting the workers...
- Skye Riley: Mom, you don't understand!
- Elizabeth Riley: No! You don't understand, Skye. There are no more second chances. If you cancel, this is it. The media will rake you over the coals. We'll be sued by the label for millions. It will be the end of everything we've built.
- Skye Riley: Oh, my God, Mom. Why is that all you care about, Mom? You treat me like I'm some fucking windup toy. You don't give a shit about me!
- Elizabeth Riley: How dare you talk to me like that? You arrogant little asshole! I have given up everything for you! Every second of my time. Years of my life. My career. And here I am, sacrificing every fiber of my being to support you. But you're too selfish to even see it. You put everything through absolute hell, and still we support you. But you want to go and throw it away? Fine! Do it! Throw it away! I don't care! That's what everyone expects of you anyway.
- Skye Riley: I wish you could feel what it's like having to live inside my head.
- [Suddenly her mother's face turns demonic revealing it's a hallucination of the entity]
- Elizabeth Riley: [in a demonic voice] I've tasted what's inside your head!
- Skye Riley: No, no, please, no! Please, no. No. No, no, no! Please!
- [the entity as Skye's mother smashes a mirror]
- Skye Riley: No! Oh, no, no!
- [the entity picks up a shard of the broken mirror]
- Elizabeth Riley: [demonic voice] Look what you're doing to your poor mother.
- [the entity as Skye's mother starts stabbing herself with the broken mirror shard]
- Skye Riley: No, God!
- [Skye runs to the door only to find that she's holding a bloody mirror shard in her hand and the hospital gown she's wearing is covered in blood she walks over to see her mother's blood drenched body and she starts to choke]
- Skye Riley: Oh, God, that's not real. It's not real. It's not real. It's not real. No, no. No! It's not real, it's not real, it's not a real.
- [She crawls over to her mother's body]
- Skye Riley: Oh... Oh!
- [Skye goes to Lewis's apartment and knocks on his door he answers]
- Skye Riley: Hey.
- [He pulls her inside and holds a katana against her neck]
- Skye Riley: What the fuck, Lewis?
- Lewis: What do you want from me?
- Skye Riley: Vicodin! Just Vicodin. Just for pain, same as last time.
- Lewis: Fuck that! Skye Riley isn't just gonna suddenly show up here.
- Skye Riley: Your text said to come over.
- Lewis: What?
- Skye Riley: What?
- Lewis: What?
- Skye Riley: What?
- Lewis: What?
- Skye Riley: What?
- [Lewis checks his phone messages]
- Lewis: I don't-- I don't remember texting that. How come I don't remember texting that? Oh, fuck. I don't know.
- Skye Riley: Just get the fuck off me. Get the fuck off me!
- Lewis: Oh. Oh, shit. Holy shit, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I am having the worst week.
- [he takes a snort of cocaine]
- Lewis: The worst!
- Skye Riley: Lewis... . what was with the sword?
- Lewis: Uh, what? What sword? Oh, that sword. I feel ---I'm so sorry about that. I cannot be too careful right now. Okay? I am in the middle of some genuinely fucking freaky shit. Okay? I'm talking like fucking scary, fucking haunted-house shit, you know?
- [He takes another snort of cocaine]
- Lewis: Yo... do you believe in, like, weird stuff?
- Skye Riley: Yeah, I'm gonna go.
- Lewis: What? No, no, no! No, please stay. Please stay. What am I doing? What am I doing?
- [He starts smacking himself]
- Lewis: Skye fucking Riley's here and Lewis is being fucking crazy? I am so stoked to see you. I am pumped. Come on. Come in. I will chill. Be my guest. Please take a seat. Make yourself at home. I'm sorry about the mess. You said you, uh, wanted... what was it? You want Vicodin? Right?
- Skye Riley: Yeah.
- Lewis: I got you. I got you. You want anything else? I got banger ketamine. I got really good fucking Molly. I got some... I don't know what this is.
- Skye Riley: No, dude, just the Vicodin for my back.
- Lewis: Oh, right, your back. Ouch. That sucks. I hate that. Okay, well, you chill, and I'll be right back. You chill and I'll be right back, okay? I'll be right back. Mm.
- [He hugs her]
- Lewis: Oh, my God. You smell good. I missed you! Skye fuckin' Riley, dude! Vicodin. Vicodin. What the fuck are you thinking?
- [He walks off]
- Skye Riley: What the fuck? Ah, shit.
- [She sits down the couch and watches the news on TV until she turns it off]
- Skye Riley: Hey, uh, Lewis, I kind of have a really early morning tomorrow, so...
- [She turns and gets no response]
- Skye Riley: Lewis! This fucking guy. Lewis, what the fuck, man? Lewis! Swear to God, if you're fucking with me, dude...
- [Lewis runs out screaming]
- Skye Riley: Jesus!
- Lewis: Skye!
- Skye Riley: What the fuck is wrong with you, Lewis?
- Lewis: Where the fuck did you come from?
- Skye Riley: [confused] What?
- [Lewis looks up and sees something and begins freaking out Skye turns and sees there is nothing there]
- Lewis: Oh! No! No! No!
- Skye Riley: What? What is it?
- Lewis: [screaming hysterically] Get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck away from me!
- [He falls to the floor]
- Skye Riley: What the fuck is happening?
- Lewis: No! No!
- [He starts to choke and gag]
- Skye Riley: Oh, shit. Lewis? Lewis? Fuck! What do I do, Lewis, like call an ambulance? Fuck. Shit. Lewis, Lewis! Lewis? What the fuck?
- [Lewis stops choking]
- Skye Riley: Lewis? Fuck. Shit! Shit. You fuckin' OD'ing, man? Shit! Fuck!
- [Lewis suddenly looks at her]
- Skye Riley: Lewis?
- [Lewis creepily smiles at her he picks up a dumbbell and suddenly smashes his face with it several times in front of her before he collapses dead she gets up and throws up and starts gagging]
- Skye Riley: Okay. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
- [She pulls out her phone to call 911 but decides against it and leaves]
- [deleted scene]
- Elizabeth Riley: What are you doing on the floor?
- Skye Riley: I don't know.
- Elizabeth Riley: I just got off the phone with the team. The woman from the event is gonna be perfectly fine, she was just released from the hospital. We've drafted an apology as well as a statement explaining that you had an allergic reaction to something that you ate at the event.
- Skye Riley: An allergic reaction?
- Elizabeth Riley: Darius wants to talk to you tonight. So I think we should go over what it is you're gonna say.
- Skye Riley: Why haven't you even asked me what happened?
- Elizabeth Riley: [sighs] You're right. You're totally right. I'm sorry. The last few hours have been uhhh... yeah. I want nothing more than for you to talk to me. I booked us a suite at the Four Seasons. I've cleared the rest of your prep schedule, we can take advantage of the spa, relax and just dry out until opening night. We can go right after we finish this call with Darius and the label.
- [Skye angrily gets up and goes to her closet puts on a jacket and hat]
- Elizabeth Riley: Skye? Skye, what are you doing? Where are you going?
- Skye Riley: I need some air.
- Elizabeth Riley: You can't go anywhere right now, you have to handle this call to the label first. Skye, will you come back here please. You can't go out alone, I forbid it!
- Skye Riley: I am not your fucking prisoner!
- Elizabeth Riley: Do you understand how vulnerable a position your behavior has put us in? If we don't get a handle on this everything can fall apart.
- Skye Riley: Well then handle it! It's what I fucking pay you for isn't it!
- Elizabeth Riley: It is really hurtful and unfair for you to speak to me like that. You need to deal with this.
- Skye Riley: I can't deal with anything when everyone is breathing down my neck every second of every fucking day! I need some air!
- Elizabeth Riley: I'm sorry. Why don't we just go to the Four Seasons... .
- Skye Riley: [leaving the apartment] I'm going for a walk you better not be here when I get back.
- Elizabeth Riley: What am I supposed to tell Darius!