"Brandon, no matter what, you just walk ahead." "Promise me you won't look back." "Okay." "It's going to be okay." "All right?" "I'll be right back." "Ivy monroe." "Do you have any idea how early it is?" "Hey, i thought you were gonna call me about that wedding gig this weekend." "Oh." "Right." "Sorry." "Yeah." "You sound tired." "Are you getting enough sleep?" "No, no." "Not so much." "Bad dreams again?" "Yeah, yeah." "Same one." "You know, my dad and the car crash." "Ivy, i'll call you back." "Nice talking to you, too." "Hang on, i'm coming!" ""Dear mr." "Davis," ""we regret to inform you of your grandfather's passing." "You have been named executor of his estate."" "I missed you, son." "I missed you too, dad." "Late... as usual, brandon." "Yeah." "Sorry, jenna." "How was your morning?" "Mine sucked." "Found out my grandfather died, and he left me in charge of his whole estate." "I see." "That creepy old house?" "Didn't you shoot those old death portraits there?" "Actually, that was my great-grandfather, and his work was just granted an exhibit at the natural history museum." "So, he's quite respected in the world of photography." "Speaking of being quite respected, are you going to be able to pay support this month?" "You know bobby's got a birthday coming up, and his speech therapy bills are overdue again." "Son, you want to get your stuff?" "There is nothing wrong with him, jenna." "It's just sometimes it seems like he doesn't want to speak." "Yeah, well, maybe if you'd been around more often, he'd be speaking by now." "We're gonna do this again?" "Look, bobby really looks up to you." "He really does." "He even asked for a camera for his birthday just so he could be just like you." "Bobby." "I will always care about you, jenna, always." "I know you don't approve of me chasing my dream... but it's in my blood." "I feel it." "And you might call it destiny." "Destiny." "You'll find your destiny, too, son." "Well, as far as destiny goes, make sure he gets to school on monday, okay?" "Come here, baby." "Have a safe trip." "Now... your mom can't know about any of this." "Right?" "You ready?" "Oh, hang on." "Your very own camera." "Wow." "It's quite a place." "Guess it runs in the family." "Bobby." "It's all right." "Do me a favor, son." "Stay here while i go upstairs." "You'll be all right." "Just stay where i can see you." "Bobby... help me." "Bobby!" "Bobby?" "Bobby, are you all right?" "I told you to stay put." "Oh, my god." "This can't be." "This is my grandfather's camera." "God, you are so beautiful." "I have always wanted to shoot with something like this." "This is like... destiny." "Destiny." "Exactly, bobby." "Destiny." "Son... we've got work to do." "Destiny." "Exactly, bobby." "Destiny." "Hey." "Time to shut it down." "Where'd you get that?" "The house?" "Can i see?" "Wow." "That is really old." "Saint vincent's cemetery." "Son, you ever heard the term," ""saved by the bell"?" "Well, a long time ago, when people were buried, they weren't entirely sure if the person was dead or not, so, they take a bell just like this one, and they attach a string," "and it'd go all the way down into the grave, and the person could ring the bell" "and they would be saved." "Saved by the bell." "You were really scared tonight, weren't you?" "You know i'll always be there for you, right?" "So, no matter where you go, you take that bell, and you ring it, and i will find you, and i will save you." "I love you too, son." "Now, go to sleep." "Wow." "These photos are really cool." "They're so creepy." "So, your great grandfather was actually wenton davis, the death portrait photographer?" "He was a great talent." "His eye for light, shadow, composition, it was just-- it was legendary." "See, death photography was very popular back in the late 1800's." "It could capture a person's essence for life." "In fact, it could make them immortal." "Hm." "Hm." "I'm going to make you famous." "Subjects were posed, propped up with ingeniously-made stands." "Too tight?" "No." "People didn't understand what he was doing." "He was creating life." "Life after death." "Well, these photos are wicked." "Man, i can't believe people used to actually do things like this." "Yeah, well, eventually, it became obsolete." "People found it distasteful." "My dear child." "I'll help you." "Yes, i will help you." "But my great-grandfather was responsible for the last death portrait." "Mm-hm." "The sickest one, too." "Well, sick or not, it would be nice to have an exhibit at the natural history museum, and be famous like him." "Whatever." "You're famous to me." "So, um... what did you want to show me so badly that you had me drive all the way down here for?" "Or did you just miss me?" "I wanted to show you this." "Ta-da!" "Oh, my god." "Is this actually your great grandfather's camera?" "Yep." "The same camera that took those death portraits?" "The one and only." "Man, that is so cool." "Did you steal it?" "What?" "No, i didn't steal it." "I found it at my grandfather's house." "Do you even know how to use this thing?" "Yeah, of course i know how to use it." "I took a class in college on plate grass photography with professor jay mcklaren, who's a-- a friend of my father's." "Actually, you may know him." "He's, um-- he's that crazy photo historian." "Wait, yeah." "The creepy old guy that looked like a wax figure." "Yeah, that was the one." "And, um... i've already used it." "Oh, really?" "Yeah." "I found this homeless guy." "He was rough, but he was the perfect subject." "Don't move." "Perfect." "And one more thing." "We're going to use this for the wedding." "They are still." "They're beautiful." "Through me, they become immortal." "Yes." "That guy on the right is big jim johnson, and his son billy." "You should get to know him." "He's rich and he's single." "You know i only like broke, married guys." "Jim, stand perfectly still." "You're going to ruin your portrait." "But i think we can fix that." "Time for you, my dear." "Um, maybe-- maybe later." "Go ahead." "Ivy, everything okay?" "Yeah." "No, it's fine." "I'm-- i'm going to get something to drink." "Bride and groom, stand perfectly still." "Okay, that is why i don't drink anymore." "Doctor monroe's in the house." "Come on." "I have the perfect thing to make you feel better." "Hang on." "We've got to get back to work." "Um-- i'm sorry." "I can't." "You're still in love with her, you jerk." "God." "Stupid me, i'm such an idiot." "Ivy, i'm married." "Hey, you know, don't flatter yourself." "I had too much to drink is all." "Get back to work." ""Camera obscura." Wow." "This place is great." "Breaking news coming right up after sports and weather." "Keep it right here on wrkj news talk radio." "Is there something i can help you find, miss?" "Yeah." "Um." "Do you have any more of this stuff?" "In maybe a bigger a bottle?" "I haven't seen this in forever." "Excuse me, miss." "Professor, how was lunch?" "It was good." "Hey, how's that book of yours?" "Just fine, george." "Well, i'm sure it'll be a top seller." "Don't you have something to do, george?" "I'll go in the back to see if there's a larger bottle." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "Do i know you?" "Mcklaren." "Professor jay mcklaren." "Ivy monroe." "So... you are a photographer?" "Oh, i wish." "No, i just work for one." "Anyone i might know?" "Brandon davis?" "Davis... as in wenton davis?" "Yeah, that's brandon's grandfather." "His great grandfather." "Oh, yes, brandon." "He was in my photography 101 class, i believe." "Yeah, you know, actually, he just mentioned you." "Oh, quite the coincidence." "I was just thinking about him, myself." "You see, i am writing a book about the great wenton davis." "Quite a fascinating fellow he was." "Well, brandon just got wenton's old camera." "He's so excited." "You mean that death camera?" "Uh-huh." "I was wondering if you would not mind giving brandon my card." "I would love to chat with him about his great grandfather." "All right, looks like we have a 24-ounce bottle." "Here you go, miss." "Oh... and miss monroe, i'd stay away from that camera if i were you." "Really?" "Why's that?" "Because a lot of people tend to die around it." "Have a nice day." "Koo-koo." "Wrkj news talk radio." "$10." "Breaking news just in, it was a tragic day here, as local resident jim johnson and his son billy were found dead in the hillcrest park area." "Police reports say the bodies had been mangled and skinned alive." "Oh, my god, i knew them." "Further details pending an investigation." "Just separate about two inches." "There's something crawling on my leg." "Jenna, i really appreciate you doing this." "Especially in this place, and, uh, you look beautiful." "Right here." "Mm, thanks, brandon." "It's creepy." "You're sure that thing even works, anyways?" "Yeah, absolutely, it works." "We just used it at a big wedding." "I haven't seen the final product, yet, but i guarantee you it's a portrait to die for." "Brandon." "Hey, are you back yet?" "Hey, brandon, you back?" "What the hell?" "Just... hold still." "Brandon, this is ivy." "Look, something real bad is happening." "Just-- i-- i can't explain it." "Just call me back." "Mcklaren... i'd stay away from that camera if i were you." "A lot of people tend to die around it." "Oh, my god." "Mcklaren." "Professor mcklaren?" "What are you doing here?" "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean to intrude, you weren't here, and i really think i need your help." "Oh." "How can i help you?" "I need to show you something, but i don't want you to think i'm crazy or anything." "Crazy?" "That's a good one." "That's what they usually say about me." "Crazy?" "Over what?" "I have my suspicions." "Not all is at it seems with brandon and that camera he's been messing with." "Oh, my god, so you do know something." "I thought i was the only one." "I know a lot of things!" "I used to know brandon's father." "Such a tragedy, his death and all." "You mean the accident?" "Accident?" "Really!" "I would hardly call destiny an accident!" "What do you mean, destiny?" "What are you talking about?" "Look, professor, there's something going on here." "I can't explain, but i think you need to see this." "Where did you get these?" "Brandon found them in his grandfather's house with the camera." "These are wenton davis' original death portraits, aren't they?" "I believe so." "Wenton was a strange man." "He loved his work." "He was obsessed with death." "Oh." "And capturing images of it." "Oh, nice." "But something went terribly wrong." "Damn it, girl!" "Why can't you just stay dead still?" "What happened?" "I'm not sure." "Do-- do these photos tell you anything?" "Oh, yes." "Do you see... how the living in these photos are slightly blurry, while the deceased are clearly sharp in every detail." "That's because the dead are still dead still." "Not even breathing." "You see, back then, technology was not as it is today." "The camera could only capture images that were absolutely still." "I believe... this proves my theory." "I've seen it in a lot of his work." "Proves what theory?" "Perhaps our meeting was a mistake, miss monroe." "It's probably best that you leave now-- for your own good!" "Leave?" "What are you talking about?" "Look, something evil, supernatural even, is happening." "I believe that." "And the people in these photos are dead now." "It wasn't an accident that we met the other day, was it?" "You followed me here, didn't you?" "What do you want from me?" "What i want to know is when brandon found that camera, did he find a journal as well?" "Look, i don't know anything about a journal." "I just need to know what's going on." "What's going on is... the people in these photographs are still breathing." "Oh-- find the journal and destroy the camera." "Brandon is innocent, you'll see." "You will never write that journal." "I will stop you." "Journal." "Brandon, where are you?" "This... is me." "Damn!" "Why can't you stay still?" "And the people in these photos are dead now." "This can't be happening." "No, this isn't real." "Come on, brandon, pick up the phone." "Ivy?" "Oh, thank god you answered!" "Is everything okay?" "No, everything is not okay." "Look, whatever you do, do not use that camera." "There's something evil about it." "What are you talking about?" "Look, stop kidding around." "I'm not kidding." "Look, when you found that camera, did you find a journal too?" "Journal?" "Ivy... i talked to the professor." "You talked to who?" "Ivy?" "Ivy, you're breaking up on me." "Ivy?" "Ivy, you're breaking up on me." "Bobby... help me." "Get away from that camera!" "You could have broken it!" "Did you really need to do that, brandon?" "I'm sorry." "Take my picture." "I'm going to make you famous." "Detective calhoun from homicide." "Mr. Davis, you live here?" "Yeah, i live here, officer." ""Detective," mr." "Davis." "All right." "Sorry, detective." "So what's happening?" "Well, it seems that this poor young lady was murdered." "She was murdered?" "Yeah, and we found this next to the body." "Mcklaren." "Do you know this man?" "Mr. Davis." "Mr. Davis, do you know this man?" "No." "What about the girl?" "Do you know her?" "Bobby, take the back way up." "Go to your room and watch t.v. or something." "Do not leave until i get there." "Do as you're told." "Can i have a look?" "Yeah." "Her name is ivy monroe." "She's my assistant and... good friend." "She just called me." "How the hell did this happen?" "We don't know yet, but i'd love to get my hands on the sick puppy who did this." "That's for sure." "Did she mention anything strange when she called you?" "When you found that camera, did you find a journal too?" "Journal?" "No." "Nothing." "Nothing at all." "Nothing, huh?" "Is there something you want to tell me, mr." "Davis?" "Yeah." "I need to go upstairs and be with my son." "He's scared." "Sure." "We'll need a full statement later." "Oh, and, mr." "Davis?" "Don't be taking any trips any time soon, okay?" "This is just gruesome." "You think this is gruesome?" "You should have seen the homeless guy that we found in the alley yesterday." "His body was turned inside out, twisted like some dirty, old dishrag." "I didn't shoot these." "Subjects were posed, propped up with ingeniously-made stands." "His body was turned inside out, twisted like some dirty, old dishrag." "What about the girl?" "Oh, my god." "Ivy." "I have always wanted to shoot for something like this." "Hope, destiny." "God, what have i done?" "Hold still." "Jenna." "Come on, jenna." "Jenna." "Jenna, pick it up." "Pick it up." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Journal." "Bobby." "Bobby." "Jen, it's me." "Where the hell are you?" "Look, i don't know if you have reception where you are, but just-- call me." "I love you." "Hello?" "I know there's somebody here." "Mcklaren, is that you?" "How the vile and the depraved, waste our precious air, breathing like they count or even matter." "I'm doing a great service for mankind." "I am the cleanup man, cleaning up everyone's ugliness... and creating beauty." "Wenton." "This is his journal." "Who are you?" "Are you trying to kill me?" "What do you want?" "You're just like him." "You killed them." "You killed them all." "I didn't kill anybody." "Memento mori." "Remember, now you too must die." "Look, i don't want to hurt you." "I just came for the book." "Proof of his evil." "Proof of what?" "Proof that he is a murderer." "And now, so are you!" "But i haven't killed anybody." "I just take pictures." "Memento mori." "You have the blackness within." "You also must be banished." "It is the way of the curse." "Curse?" "What curse?" "People die, and they end up in these crazy, death portraits." "Everyone i love died." "You really don't know, do you?" "Who are you?" "Who i am is not important." "It's who you are that concerns us." "My name is zamora braniski." "We have a lot in common, you and i." "I doubt that." "My great grandmother knew your great grandfather." "She knew him very well, in fact." "He killed her." "It was a spell of containment and damnation." "A legacy handed down through generations." "You might even say it was my destiny." "Wenton was cursed." "His life's essence was extracted and transferred into the camera, the negative world." "There, he would remain trapped, unable to hurt anybody again." "His evil contained forever." "How do i stop him?" "In order to stop wenton... and free the innocent souls trapped with him, the truth must be exposed through his own words." "The journal." "Exactly." "How do i find him?" "Don't worry." "He'll find you." "I'm going to take this." "I know exactly what i have to do." "Help us." "Help us." "Help us." "This... is... over!" "Damn you to hell, wenton." "It's over." "Wenton may be dead, but his spirit is very much alive inside the camera." "It's over." "Hey." "Bobby, i'm home." "Oh, son of a bitch." "Bobby?" "Bobby, where are you?" "Bobby!" "Damn, i told you to stay in the house." "Come on, jenna." "Pick up the damn phone." "Bobby!" "I'm going to make you famous." "Hello?" "I can speak." "Hello?" "Bobby!" "Bobby." "Bobby!" "Dad!" "Hello?" "Dad!" "Shh." "Stay still." "Where are we?" "The negative world." "My name's bobby." "My name is lela." "What was that?" "The negatives." "The negatives?" "Yes." "They're the lost souls." "They don't want to be here." "They aren't like you and me." "They're dead." "Am i still alive?" "Yes, silly." "We both are." "In here, i have a voice." "I can speak." "Well, of course you can." "We need to go now." "They'll be awake soon." "It's feeding time." "Come on!" "Bobby!" "Dad!" "No." "Dad, where's mom?" "Oh, jenna." "Through you... he can now kill again and carry on with his sick collection, his precious death portraits." "He's in here with us." "Bobby?" "Damn you to hell." "Damn you to-- dad?" "Dad, please help me." "Bobby?" "You can speak." "Son, where are you?" "I don't know." "It's dark." "I'm afraid." "I heard the bell." "I-- i heard the bell." "You stay put." "I will save you." "You stay put." "Dad, where's mom?" "She's, uh... she's resting." "She's not feeling well." "You can speak." "Dad, please help me!" "Help me!" "Dad, help me!" "Help me!" "There's something coming!" "No!" "Come and get him, boy." "Yeah." "You want me." "I'm coming for you." "Portrait time." "Bring it." "Bobby!" "Bobby!" "Son?" "You should watch, boy." "One day, you're going to be just like me." "Okay, sure." "I'll teach you." "I thought you'd never ask." "Problem is... they always just have to start breathing." "Then they ruin all of my portraits!" "There." "Hear no evil." "Speak no evil." "See no evil." "Your daddy's coming for you, boy." "He's coming." "Bobby?" "Bobby?" "The curse was supposed to contain him, but something went wrong, terribly wrong." "The souls of his victims became trapped there as well, the negative world." "I will be remembered." "But this was not enough." "He needed a vessel." "A living entity to continue his destiny." "Bobby?" "Bobby!" "Bobby!" "Where did you get that?" "Bobby." "You've seen my son?" "He's my friend." "Where is-- whoa, whoa." "Your name is... you're lela, right?" "How do you know that's my name?" "You have a doll named, uh... daisy." "Daisy." "How do you know all of this?" "I know someone who loves you very much." "Come." "We need to find bobby." "Come on." "Come on." "Don't be scared." "Lela." "He's coming, boy!" "He's coming!" "You're a pretty one, aren't you, huh?" "Lovely to see you again, my dear." "You don't remember me, do you, girl?" "You are my greatest masterpiece." "My plan worked perfectly." "Oh, thank you, lela, for leading them to me." "You should thank me, boy." "Your son now has the courage to speak again." "Unlike you, he has faced his fears." "Well, we'll just have to rough it." "Pain can be our friend." "Then after that, we can run a little test on your son's brand new voice, while he screams in excruciating pain." "Huh?" "Come on, they're coming!" "You cannot escape!" "Do not deny your destiny." "After all, it runs in the family." "Destiny?" "We're nothing like you." "You're a cold-blooded killer." "I see people as they are." "Monsters." "Monsters?" "These were innocent people!" "Men, women, children." "They were alive when you took their portraits!" "Oh, you're crazy, boy." "Really?" "Yes." "Really?" "Collodion?" "A chemical used to develop negatives in glass-plate photography." "Can also be used... to cause respiratory and physical paralysis." "It would make them perfectly still." "Sleep now." "Sleep." "Just like the dead." "But there's one small problem, just a little one." "They began to breathe... and move." "Damn it, girl!" "Why can't you just stay dead still?" "I think we can fix that." "You don't remember me, do you, girl?" "You are my greatest masterpiece." "You, my dear, are my master portrait." "Help us." "Help us." "When they are still, they're beautiful." "Through me, they become immortal." "You're insane." "You're a murderer." "I will always be known as a great artist!" "My work will live on forever." "You killed all of those people." "Some of them were buried alive." "I read your journal." "I know everything." "You know nothing!" "Nothing!" "Well, you may have some secrets... but i've got one of my own." "I gave everything... the journal, the portraits, all of it, to your new biographer." "Yeah, you're going to be famous again." "Such a shame." "Your reputation destroyed, your legacy tarnished." "Your secrets are no longer secrets." "Once a great man... now the freak." "The world will know." "Both worlds." "Mine... and yours." "No one will ever destroy my camera!" "I will you all!" "Memento mori." "Remember, now you too must die." "This is not the end." "No." "This is your destiny." "One of you is going to stay here." "So choose." "I used to admire you." "Now you disgust me." "You're no better than me, boy." "You're a killer just like i am." "You let your own daddy die." "You let your woman die." "You killed the mother of your child." "Now you'll let your son die... unless you choose." "Time's up!" "I choose." "I choose bobby boy." "No!" "You stay back now." "Oh... look at you, you're still a coward." "Just like when i killed your daddy." "You've taken everybody i love... but you're not going to take my son." "Not my son!" "Damn you!" "Oh, i'm damned, boy!" "I'm damned!" "So are you!" "Bobby!" "Bobby!" "Bobby." "You okay?" "Bobby!" "Go to the light." "Once you are inside, a great sacrifice will need to be made." "Go to the light." "Promise me." "Promise me, son." "Bobby." "Go to the light." "Take lela's hand." "Go to the light." "Promise me." "Take lela's hand... and go." "Lela?" "It's okay." "You can go home." "Daisy is waiting." "Daisy." "We're going home." "You go first." "I love you, son." "I love you." "I love you, dad." "We're ready for our portrait, bobby." "Now stay still." "Dead still."