"(Ethereal music)" "♪♪" "What's up, Claire?" "Hey." "So this is it, huh?" "Just you and me." "End of days..." "Ha." "Yeah." "Uh, have you talked to Ron lately?" "Ron is in Barbados snorkeling for the ever-elusive" "Double Back Saddle Fish and he left explicit instructions not to be disturbed." "Yeah, well, if you owned this place you'd be off to Barbados, too." "Sure, I would." "Especially if I had two saps back at home waiting to cover for me." "Oh, did you get your camera fixed?" "No, it's totaled." "I have to send it back to Pana-suck-ass." "I have my microphones though, so we can make do with EVP investigations." "OK." "Oh hey, that reminds me." "I have to show you something." "So.." "I was trolling around on some of the paranormal forums last night and I came across something pretty interesting." "You're definitely gonna wanna see this." "What is it?" "Hold on." "Just watch..." "Look closely..." "I missed it the first time..." "It's gonna blow your mind..." "It's really heavy..." "(Demonic screech)" "You bastard!" "So good!" "Oh my God." "Every time." "Oh my god." "(Laughs)" "(Inhaler puff)" "What room did you take?" "Uh...216." "Of course." "Hey, I've been here since last night." "That's just the way it goes." "225 is taken, other than that it's pretty much wide open." "Second floor only though, remember?" "Third floor is already done." "Only one guest?" "Brutal." "Eh, it doesn't take a genius to figure out why this place is going out of business." "Hm." "OK, I'll take room 214." "I figured we'd take seven to seven shifts." "Something like that..." "Alright." "Sounds good." "I'll bring it back down." "(Desk bell rings)" "(Ethereal music)" "♪♪" "OK, sweetie." "Come here." "OK." "(Sighs)" "(TV switches on)" "(Old movie plays)" "OK, if I could just get you to sign that." "Here's your room key, number 224." "You wanna head up to the top of the stairs and take a right and another quick right, sorta like a dog leg." "And then you go about halfway down the hallway and it's on the right hand side." "You can't miss it." "Thank you." "Do you know who that is?" "It's Leanne Reese-Jones." "OK." "She was the mom on "Like Mother Like Son"!" "Dude, she's super-famous." "OK, whatever." "Man..." "Leanne Rease-Jones..." "I wonder what she's doing here." "She's guest-speaking at some convention in Pottstown." "How do you know that?" "She told me." "What?" "What else did she tell you?" "Nothing." "Why are you acting so weird?" "I'm not." "Well, here's her autograph." "Just relax." "Whatever." "Why are you being so grouchy today?" "I'm not." "I'm just stressed." "This site is killing me." "Let me see it." "Mm... (Scrolling mouse)" "It looks good." "I hate web design." "It looks really good." "I like the little ghosts." "It's not the most professional, but it's not bad." "There's a lot of money in this right now." "I just..." "I have to act fast." "Looks really good." "I like it." "And, you know, once we get some proof on there, it won't matter what it looks like." "Hey, so I was thinking." "It seems like when something really creepy happens, nobody else is around, right?" "Like every time you've seen stuff, you were alone." "So..." "I was just thinking that since the hotel is practically empty, we might have a chance of making some real contact." "Does that makes sense?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "I think this weekend's gonna be it." "We're gonna get something good." "I can feel it." " What?" " What?" "What?" "What...?" "(Phone rings)" "Front desk." "Yes, Ms. Reese-Jones." "Oh, sure." "I'll send them right up for you." "You're welcome." "I forgot to stock the towels." "I'll get them." "Good, save me the ulcer." "That Gayle in 225 is driving me nuts and I don't want her to see me." "Oooh, that lady with the kid?" "I know, what's her deal?" "She was giving me total agro vibes upstairs." "She had a huge fight with her husband and she's staying here 'til Sunday with her son as payback." "She's having a very hard time and she wants him to realize how hard his life is without her." "How do you know all that?" "She told me." "Why do you seem so surprised that I talk to the guests?" "Um-hm" "Go on, superfan." "Don't keep the talent waiting." "(Front desk bell rings)" "(Knocking)" "Miss Rease-Jones?" "I have your towels..." "(Shower running)" "Miss Rease-Jones?" "Oh, be a lamb and hand me one of those..." "Thank you." "You're welcome, Miss Rease-Jones." "(Shower turns off)" "Call me Lee." "Ok." "What's your name, sweetheart?" "Claire" "You're a life saver, Claire." "Oh, no no..." "I couldn't." "I couldn't" "Come on." "You'll hurt an old lady's feelings." "Thanks, Miss, uh, Lee." "I'm a really big fan of yours!" ""Like Mother Like Son" was one of my all time favorite shows, and you were amazing in it and in 'The Waking of Eleanor..." "I love that film." "Yeah, I used to watch it all the time growing up with my mom." "Leven used to put my hair in, like, little braids, like you did." "I mean, they never looked as good though." "Well, thank you." "That's very nice of you to say." "And what do you do, Claire?" "I work at the front desk." "So if there's anything else that you need, just let me know." "I mean, this is our last weekend open so Luke and I are the only ones on staff today." "Yeah, we're actually sleeping here instead of going home." "It's pretty crazy." "I meant in life." "Are you an aspiring actress?" "Is that what makes you such an astute fan of my work?" "Me?" "No..." "I just work at the hotel." "Oh..." "But..." "I'm kinda like... you know..in between... stuff." "OK..." "Uh, Claire..." "The towels." "Right." "Of course, yes." "There you go." "How did it go?" "You two gonna collaborate on something?" "She kind of made me feel like an asshole." "Well, she's an actress." "What's that supposed to mean?" "And what do you know about actresses anyway?" "I don't know a lot, but I do know a little bit about a lot of things..." "Ugh, why did she have to be such a bummer?" "And why do you have to be so negative?" "!" "I'm not negative, I'm a realist." "There's a difference." "You're pessimistic." "Pessimism is just a higher form of optimism." "If you expect nothing from people, then you go through life being pleasantly surprised." "Yeah, well, nobody loves an albatross." "I'm going to get some coffee." "You want anything?" "I do not." "Fine!" "(Inhaler puff)" "Hey, how's it going?" "What can I get for you?" "Um... ah..." "I'll tell you what." "You take your time and if you have any questions, just let me know." "Doesn't a cyclops always have one eye?" "What do you mean?" "Never mind." "Um, I will have a large soy mocha latte with a pump of caramel." "Good choice." "So, uh, how are things going next door?" "Uh... fine." "(Coffee machine sputters)" "Can I speak frankly with you?" "I mean, I know we don't know each other that well but" "I see you all the time and we're all girls here." "This Sunday, my boyfriend is taking me on a picnic to the bay and I'm really excited." "I know it's going to be super-romantic, and I think that" "I'm not letting myself be fully excited because there's something in our relationship that's been bothering me, which is that we've been together for almost a year and he still has not told me that he loves me." "And I just need to talk to somebody about it because" "I don't want to ask him to tell me." "I mean, he said it on IM." "That's the thing, he said it on IM." "Which my friend says doesn't count." "It's like saying "I love you" during sex." "It doesn't count." "And so I wonder if..." "Where's your coffee?" "They ran out." "Is that annoying girl still there?" "Ugh." "Yes." "What a fail-blog." "Epic." "Do you ever think about when you dropped out of college and wonder if you made the right choice?" "Every day." "Why do people have such high expectations?" "Everything happens for a reason, Claire." "Nobody just ends up at the Yankee Pedlar." "I guess." "You know what really gets me though?" "Hold that thought." "My eyes feel like they've been doused in Tapatio." "I need to go upstairs." "What?" "I'm sorry, I'm dead." "We can talk about your upcoming quarter-life crisis tomorrow." "I just need to tap out right now." "Fine." "Leave your computer though." "What?" "I'm not gonna hack the system." "I just wanna look up a pair of high tops." "And it gets really boring when there's nobody else at the hotel." "And my book sucks." "OK." "Just be careful with it." "Duh." "Oh and if you get the itch to do any recording, the recorder is charging in the back office." "You remember how to use it you just plug the microphone into the..." "I know how to do it." "I get it." "Geez." "I'd hate to be a ghost in this hotel tonight." "Goodnight, Claire." "Good night, Luke." "(Clock chimes)" "(Sighs)" "Where is your website?" "(Scoffs)" "Wow, don't forget to remind him about this." "(Door creaking shut)" "Oh." "Tragedy." "Kinda creepy." "(Bang)" "(Bang)" "(Bang)" "(Louder bang)" "Whoa." "Shit." "How do you work this thing?" "(Bang)" "(Banging continues)" "I don't wanna scare you but I'm standing right behind you." "Fuck!" "What the fuck?" "Oh my God!" "Jesus Christ!" "You scared the shit out of me!" " What are you doing over here anyway?" " Crap!" "I thought I heard a noise, dude!" "Like what?" "Banging." "Like a banging, man." "Ugh!" " OK, well," " God." "I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep." "So we can switch now if you want." "Fuck!" "Ok!" "God!" "God!" "Sorry." "Ugh!" "Fuck!" "(Laughs)" "My heart is pounding." "Do you know the story of Madeline O'Malley?" "She was the woman that died here in the hotel." "She hung herself after her fiancée stood her up on their wedding day." "The original owners of the hotel thought it would be bad press and hurt the business." "So they hid her dead body in the wood cellar for three days before they could smuggle her out on the loading bay." "When the people of the town finally figured out what had happened here, they were outraged." "So the owners of the hotel had to close it down and were forced to sell it." "Nobody came through here again until the sixties." "And, ever since then, people have reported seeing the ghost of Madeline O'Malley." "Roaming the hallways, waiting for her lover." "Some say she's even looking to take up a new one." "Excuse me?" "What are you doing?" "Mommy!" "What's going on?" "She said there's a ghost in the hotel!" "She says it's coming to get me!" "I never said that!" "What is the matter with you?" "He's just a child." "Sweetie?" "Sweetie." "It's OK." "It's not real." "Just a story, OK?" "All right?" "Come here." "(Kisses forehead)" "I don't need this." "I have enough going on in my life." "Yes, ma'am." "You OK?" "And you." "We still need towels." "I am tired of asking." "Don't make me the bad guy in this." "Right." "We're in room 225." "Yeah, I know which room you're in." "I work in the hotel." "Come on, sweetie." "It's a silly story, right?" "You OK?" "Ay yi yi." "Oh, I bought that cheap bread." "I can taste it." "Never skimp on bread." "You'll always regret it." "So, why do you think she sticks around here?" "Beats me." "Our rates aren't that cheap." "The Courtyard by Marriot on Route 13 is much better." "No, not her." "I mean Madeline." "What do you think she wants?" "I don't know." "I don't spend too much time trying to figure out what women want." "Especially dead ones." "Please..." "Well, when you saw her, what did she look like?" "Like, was she all dead-looking?" "The thing about physical encounters is you don't really remember the details." "It's weird because you think you would but its like she was there one minute and gone the next." "It's almost like she was never even there at all." "I don't know." "It's hard to explain." "You kind of just had to be there." "God, I'm so jealous." "But if I saw her I probably would've freaked out." "(Chuckles)" "I can't believe you never had your camera with you." "I know." "It kills me." "You down for some recording tonight?" "Mm... definitely." "We've gotta find some proof that Madeline O'Malley exists before this place closes down." "We have to." "Imagine how she feels, being stuck here forever." "We gotta get something on tape." "It's like a moral imperative." "(Groans in disgust)" "Eh!" "(Big sigh)" "(Trash bag leaks)" "Oh my God." "Ick!" "Hi, Lee!" "(Scoffs)" "(Scraping noise)" "(Scraping noise)" "(Scraping noise)" "(Scraping noise continues)" "(Screams)" "(Inhaler puff)" "Shit!" "How'd you get in there, bird?" "Luke." "Luke, you are not going to believe what just happened to me." "Luke?" "(Toilet flushes)" "What?" "Uh... never mind." "I'm a pumpkin." "I'm gonna kill the snake." "Don't forget to record." "I left the list for you on the desk." "OK." "Enjoy your internet porn." "(Scoffs)" "This is EVP recording of the laundry room." "(Room tone)" "(Static)" "Luke, I'm skipping this one." "There's nothing in here." "This is the EVP recording of the banquet room." "I'm trying to contact the spirit of Madeline O'Malley." "Madeline, if you can hear me, please give us a sign." "(Room tone)" "(Static garbles)" "Damnit, Luke, you said this thing would be set up." "(Static hiss)" "(Whisper in static)" "(Distant piano playing)" "(Piano playing)" "(Static hiss)" "(Piano playing gets louder)" "(Piano stops)" "(Static hiss)" "(Piano chord)" "Luke!" "Luke!" "Luke, Come on!" "Wake up!" "Come on!" "Wake up!" "Wake up!" "Wake up!" "Hold it, hold it, hold it!" "Luke!" "Coming!" "Jesus Christ." "What the eff?" "Claire, I still have, like, two hours left, man!" "Dude!" "You have to listen to this!" "The piano was playing by itself!" "I think it was her!" "Come on, I'll be down at seven." "I'll listen to it then." "No!" "No, I'm scared!" "OK, come in." "Shit." "Uh... actually..." "I'm..." "OK..." "You sure?" "Yeah, I think I just freaked out for a minute but I'll..." "I'll be fine." "OK." "Well, I'll be down in a few hours, alright?" "OK." "(Sighs)" "Do you mind keeping it down?" "Do I have to ask you again?" "You know what?" "Just back off, OK?" "!" "You're asking me what I "do" the other day?" "Well, I just recorded an unexplainable phenomenon!" "There is a ghost in this hotel and I got it on tape and it's a big deal!" "So just..." "Leave me alone!" "Come with me for a moment." "Here, sit." "You need a drink." "Cheers." "(Coughs)" "(sass)" "You alright?" "Mm-hmm." "Tell me about what you saw." "I..." "Look." "I'm sorry about yesterday." "I have a tendency not to be a nice person." "I know that." "Please don't take it personally." "I don't apologize more than once." "Look, I can help you with what you're looking for." "I just need to know what it is that you're looking for." "I'm sorry." "Help me with... what?" "Do you know what this is?" "It's a pendulum." "It's used to answer life's more... difficult questions." "Do you know why I'm here?" "You're speaking at an acting convention in Pottstown?" "No." "I'm not here for acting." "I'm here as a guest at a healers' gathering." "That's what I do now." "It's my true calling." "Claire, everything in this world is connected." "Whether we understand that or not depends on our sense of perception, our willingness to communicate." "Now, you want to communicate with the spirits in this hotel?" "I can help you do that." "I just need to know what it is that you want from them." "I don't know." "If they're real?" "The... the ghosts?" "Spirits." "There is no real in this world, Claire." "It's all a state of being." "There are no beginnings." "There are no ends." "There are no ghosts." "We're each divine beings that incorporate one energy in the universe." "Like, uh..." "Droplets of water in a vast ocean." "The universe has a plan for each and every one of us." "Now, I want you to ignore what your conscious mind tells you." "And open yourself up, OK?" "What is it that you want from these spirits?" "I want to know if it was" "Madeline O'Malley playing the piano downstairs." "And if she really is the spirit living in this hotel." "Hmm." "Ask again." "This time, close your eyes and really concentrate." "Open yourself up." "Really ask it." "Ask it directly." "Are you the spirit of Madeline O'Malley?" "Did you die in this hotel?" "Was that you playing the piano?" "They won't say who they are." "They?" "There are three of them." "What do they want?" "Same thing you do." "What?" "To live." "But they're not alive." "There was a terrible tragedy in this hotel." "Something about the basement." "A mistake?" "It's her." "It's Madeline." "That's where they hid her body." "You mustn't go down into the basement." "Why?" "Is that where she's trapped?" "Is her spirit trapped in there?" "You can't save her." "They tried to warn her." "They tried to help her." "Who's they?" "What do they want?" "What happened?" "I lost contact." "(Sign squeaks)" "(Shower turns off)" "Luke." "No towels." "(Inhaler puff)" "(Screaming)" "(Alarm clock beeping)" "(Screams)" "Luke!" "OK." "That's it, I've had enough." "We're going back to your dad." "OK?" "Drink." "Don't worry about Gozer and her demon seed leaving." "You actually did us a favor." "Claire, you're really freaking me out." "You gotta pull it together." "You're way out in the weeds right now." "It happened to me when I started messing around with this stuff." "You really gotta be careful about what's going on up here." "You start thinking you're seeing things and it might never stop." "OK, fine." "The dream is one thing." "But what about the piano?" "And what about everything that Lee said?" "I listened to the piano tape and I don't know what to tell you." "Maybe it's explainable." "Maybe it isn't." "But it's not worth getting yourself worked up over." "None of this is." "As for the kook upstairs..." "Look, Claire, how many times have you seen someone on late night TV hawking their psychic wares to an audience full of rubes?" "Tons, right?" "And how many times have you seen a psychic in the newspaper, solving crimes or healing someone without medicine or winning the lottery?" "Almost never, right?" "That's because it's all bullshit." "It's hocus-pocus." "That woman upstairs is just an insecure old actress and she's just trying to stay relevant." "It's pathetic." "OK." "Don't you want to try to figure out what's going on here?" "Why aren't you more intrigued by this?" "I mean, this could be it." "This could be Madeline trying to make contact and you just don't even care." "Isn't this supposed to be your deal?" "(Bell ringing)" "I swear to God, if that bitch is back with her kid..." "Be cool." "Can I help you, sir?" "Yes, I'd like a room for the night, please." "OK, just one night?" "Yes." "I'd like Room 353, please." "I'm sorry, sir, that room's not available right now." "We only have rooms available on the second floor on account of this being our last weekend open." "No." "I must have Room 353, please." "This is very important to me." "I came a long way." "Sir?" "All the rooms on the third floor have been stripped." "So if you don't mind bringing up some sheets and sleeping in a room without furniture then..." "I think we can help you out." "That would be fine." "OK, well, if I could just get a credit card for the reservation." "I'll pay cash." "OK, we usually need a credit card in case there are any damages." "Take this, please." "OK." "Let's go get you some sheets." "Some sheets..." "Have a nice day." "That was very kind of you, helping me out back there." "Oh, it's no problem." "I mean, I figured this whole place is gonna be a parking lot anyway so if somebody wants a certain room, who am I to stop them?" "It's really no big deal." "Sir?" "Oh, thank you." "353 is where I spent my honeymoon." "Oh." "This old place holds some special memories for me." "It's interesting, come back to a place that feels like you never left." "Almost like you're right at home." "Don't you think?" "I don't know." "Why don't we get you upstairs." "So, like we said, most of the rooms have been cleaned and stripped and most of the furniture and linens are in storage." "But lucky for you the owner was too cheap to hire real movers so all of the beds are still here." "The room might not have the same charm that you remember but at least you won't be sleeping on the floor." "That's alright." "I'm just here for one last bit of nostalgia." "OK, well, here we are room 353." "The honeymoon suite." "And if you change your mind and decide you want to move to a room with a TV, just let us know." "That won't be necessary." "This is just what I came for." "Thank you so much." "OK, well, enjoy your stay." "(Burps)" "If I'm gonna stay up all night with you, you're gonna get drunk with me." "Cheers." "How ya feeling?" "Better." "Good." "Keep drinking." "It always helps." "Hi, Lee." "Hi." "How was your seminar?" "Very good, thank you." "How are you two doing?" "Not bad." "You want a beer?" "No, thank you." "Really?" "I heard you were a huge drinker." "Well, we all have our moments." "So, Lee, tell me..." "How does it all work?" "How does what work?" "You know, being a psychic and all that." "Well, uh..." "Have you ever been somewhere new and sworn that you've been there before?" "Like déjá vu." "Exactly." "Well, if you've ever experienced what you call a déjá vu then you have the same God-given ability I have." "In fact, we all do." "It's just that..." "Well, sometime's my déjá vu's happen in another direction." "I can experience certain feelings before they happen, but it's not always clear when or where they come from so I have to be very careful in..." "What I choose to share." "OK." "Well." "I'm really tired so I'm going to go upstairs and go to sleep." "It's been a long day." "I'll come find you tomorrow before you leave, Lee." "Don't let the spirits keep you up all night." "Dude, you didn't need to say that." "That was really mean." "Oh, whatever." "You said it yourself." "She made you feel like an asshole." "Besides, everyone needs a taste of their own medicine once in a while." "You want another one?" "Yeah." "Alright, you ready?" "Yeah." "OK, this is Claire's haunted reenactment, take one." "Interior." "The Yankee Pedophile." "Wha..." "Was that the piano?" "What?" "Was it playing by itself?" "It must be the ghost of Madeline O'Malley trying to tell me something." "Show yourself, spirit!" "I say, show yourself, spirit!" "(Ghost sounds)" "There she is." "Poor, poor, Madeline O'Malley." "(Laughs)" "You think she's prettier than me?" "Honestly?" "Yeah." "She's a little homely for my taste." "I think you're much prettier, Claire." "Thank you." "That's nice of you to say." "In fact, Claire, I think you're one of the prettiest girls I know." "Who are the others?" "Uh..." "My mother, my sister, and that girl that works at the Dairy Queen." "The one with the lazy eye?" "I find laziness very attractive." "I really like you, Claire." "I really like you, too." "No, I mean it." "You're like the coolest person." "I just really feel like we mesh." "You know, I love the fact that you support me with the website and I just love the fact that you take me seriously." "It means a lot." "You're great." "Even if I'm going a little bit crazy?" "You're not going crazy, you're great." "I would do anything for you." "Really?" "Absolutely." "Just..." "I like you so much." "Hey." "I have an idea." "Me too." "What's yours?" "(Shuffling through drawers)" "Let's go to the basement and find out what that fucking ghost's problem is." "OK." "(Door creaking open)" "(Inhaler puff)" "(Light bulb pops)" "That's a good omen." "Turn the recorder on." "What was that?" "I tripped." "Oh." "Eh." "Sorry." "It's just the light thing." " Spider web." " Follow me." "Follow me." "I'm starting to think we should've bought breadcrumbs." "Hang on." "I hear something." "It's weird." "There was static." "I heard that too the other night." "Must be a bad cable." "No." "It's her." "This way." "(Door opens)" "This is it." "This is where they hid her body." "You ready?" "We wish to speak to the spirit of Madeline O'Malley." "If you are here with us, give us a sign." "Make a noise if you can hear us." "Why do you stay here, Madeline?" "Why does your spirit never rest?" "Whoa." "Madeline." "Give us a sign." "(Wind blows)" "Did you feel that?" "It's her." "That was wind." "No, she's with us right now." "Madeline, speak to us." "We wish you no harm." "Why do you stay here?" "Why does your spirit never rest?" "(Recorder twitches)" "(Ghostly sounds)" "Wait!" "No!" "Madeline." "We know that you're here right now." "Speak to us." "(Ghostly whispers)" "I can hear her." "Do you hear the whispering?" "(Ghostly whispers)" "Madeline?" "(Ghostly whispers)" "Holy shit." "What?" "She's right behind you." "She's coming closer." "(Screams)" "Luke!" "Luke!" "Luke!" "I gotta get out of here!" "What?" "!" "I don't want to be here any more." "I don't like this!" "What are you talking about?" "We just made physical contact!" "Why are you freaking out?" "!" "I just don't want to be here any more!" "That's it!" "Why?" "Was it different than the times you saw her?" "There were no other times!" "What?" "!" "I made it up!" "I never saw anything!" "I made it all up." "I don't want anything to do with this any more." "This is just too fucked up." "I gotta go." "Luke!" "Luke, don't go!" "I'm sorry, Claire!" "You can't leave me here!" "I'm really sorry." "What am I gonna do now?" "(Knocking)" "(Keys jingle)" "Lee." "Lee!" "Lee." "Lee!" "Lee!" "Lee, wake up." "I need your help." "Help me." "Lee." "What are you doing in my room?" "Get out of here!" "No!" "No!" "Please!" "Please!" "Please!" "No, I will not you." "Please go away." "Come on!" "Why should I help you?" "So you can make fun of me some more?" "You know, I believe in what I do." "And I don't believe in wasting my time on lowly hotel employees and their insulting ignorance." "Lee, I'm sorry, OK?" "I should've defended you downstairs," "I made a really big mistake, OK?" "But I have a problem." "I'm scared and I'm alone, Madeline made contact with me!" "I don't know what else to do, OK?" "I don't know what else to do!" "Is there any more vodka over there?" "Let me check." "Yeah, I found this one." "OK." "Take me to where it happened." "Wait here." "(Ghostly banging)" "(Glass breaks)" "Lee!" "Was it Madeline?" "Did you see her?" "Lee, what happened?" "!" "We must get out of this hotel." "You're in grave danger." "You can't stay here any longer." "What?" "!" "I have to go get dressed." "Go get your things." "Trust me." "Oh no." "Lee!" "I forgot something!" "I'll meet you in the lobby!" "Sir." "Sir?" "Sir, I'm sorry that I'm disturbing you but there's been an emergency and I have to leave the hotel for a little bit." "Sir, can you hear me in there?" "Sir?" "(Inhaler puff)" "(Dull thud)" "Oh, shit!" "Luke?" "!" "What are you doing here?" "I'm sorry I shouldn't have left you like that." " Please don't be mad at me!" " No, no, no!" " Listen, we need to get out of here right now!" " No, no, no, Claire," "I have to tell you something." "No!" "Listen to me, OK!" " Remember the old man upstairs?" " Yeah, yeah!" "So what?" "!" "He's dead!" "He killed himself!" "He's dead!" " What?" " Yeah!" "He's dead!" "Did you call the police?" "!" "No!" "Not yet!" "And Lee said that it's not safe to be here any more and we have to leave right now and I saw Madeline" " and she's trying to get me!" " OK, OK, wait a second!" "Hold on, hold on!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Come here." "Jesus Christ." "Here, sit down." "It's alright." "His face." "There was blood everywhere." "It's OK." "Please, please, please just get me out of here." "I don't want to be here any more." "Please." "Alright, OK." "Come on." "Let's go." " Lee!" "She's still upstairs!" " Where is she?" "I don't know!" "She's getting her things." "Alright, I'll go get her and you just stay put for a second." "Are you gonna be alright down here for a minute?" "Yeah." "It's fine." "It's gonna be OK." "Just hold on." "(Ghostly voice)" "Lee?" "Is that you?" "(Ghostly voice)" "Lee?" "(Door creaking)" "Lee?" "Lee?" "I don't wanna go back down there." "Are you down there?" "(Ghostly whisper)" "(Ghostly hiss)" "(Slamming against door)" "(Banging on door)" "Somebody help me!" "(Ghostly voice)" "Please!" "Somebody help me!" "Please!" "Please help me!" "Please!" "Please help!" "No!" "Please!" "Please!" "Please!" "No!" "No!" "Alright guys, hold it up" "Hold it up." "God." "Jesus." "Alright, get her out of here." "I was banging on the door as hard as I could." "I could hear her screaming." "I was screaming for her to open up but she wouldn't." "She called my name but I wasn't strong enough to break it down." "This was at the bottom of the stairs." "Alright, listen, I'm gonna need you to come with us and answer some questions about the gentleman upstairs." "And help get in contact with her family." "Can you do that?" " Yeah, I just gotta get my stuff." " OK." "Think you tell the actress to hurry up while you're in there?" "We need her too." "Yeah." "Oh, listen, you sure you gave me all the names and numbers of the other guests?" "Nobody you might be forgetting?" "No, I gave you everything." "There was just that other woman and her kid and Ron, the owner, but he doesn't get back from Barbados until tomorrow." "Alright, thanks." "What are you doing in here?" "They're looking for you downstairs." "I said I'd find you." "We have to go to the police station now to answer more questions." "Did you hear me?" "I said we have to go." "You knew this was gonna happen didn't you?" "You could've done something." "No." "There's nothing anyone could've done." "They're looking for you downstairs." "(Pensive music)" "♪♪"