Lara, the agent showed me pictures of the Lakeview.
Oh, they looked amazing!
I'm telling you, it's a great apartment.
There's even a convenience store on the ground floor,
and he said the station is five minutes away, walking distance.
(Humming, playing guitar)
I can get to my office in less than 20 minutes! Yes!
Whoa, whoa, Janet, slow down. How many did you see?
I signed the lease!
I said look for an apartment,
not sign the lease on the first one they showed you.
Well, how much is it?
It's only $750 a month.
The guy said it was going to be gone within the hour.
You never sign the lease on the first one they show you.
You are stressing me out!
It really looked beautiful in the brochure!
Is it in a safe place, at least?
Oh, come on, Lara!
It's sure better there than at home.
Let me talk to Janet!
It's Mom. I got to go.
It's done already, okay?
It's done. Bye.
(Phone beeping)
WOMAN: I want to talk to her!
What is going on?
Is she moving out?
And why am I the last to find out about this?
Why?
Because you nearly killed her.
Oh, my God.
She said that?
Ha, what a drama queen!
I was standing, playing my guitar,
and I turned.
I didn't hear her walk in, and I hit her.
Blame the guitar, why not?
Oh, you really think that I would
on purpose try to hit Janet?
Mom, you and I both know you were drunk.
Oh, yeah, and what's your point?
Some of best songs were written drunk, anyway.
Look, obviously you are in cahoots with her
and this whole... whatever this is.
I want you to just get her out of that,
whatever it is, and bring her back here.
'Cause that is just ridiculous.
She's 24 years old.
She's got a life.
She has a job. She--
She has a boyfriend!
Why can you just be happy for her?
Oh, be happy for her in her dead-end job?
When she has a real voice and could have career
just like I have!
Well, clearly, she doesn't want to follow in your footsteps.
'Cause it's so terrible
to have success at something you love doing?
That you're good at?
Success, right.
Well, drugs, drinking, rehab, failed marriages!
Worth it for you, maybe, not so much for us.
You have a lot of nerve,
summing up my life like that.
I had a number-one hit
when I was younger than you are now.
And what have you ever done, hmm?
Either one of you!
Tell me, what are your big achievements?
Have a little respect.
You two had it good!
Yeah, great.
And I am not paying for any apartment!
♪
Hmm.
(Rap music playing indistinctly)
(Elevator whirring)
Hi!
(Elevator creaking, rattling)
(Elevator dinging)
♪
Hey!
Hey, little girl?
How did you get here before me?
(Door opening, closing)
(Scoffing)
Wow!
Oh, my God, this is great!
What a fabulous view!
This is perfect!
This is so cool!
(Woman humming)
Hey.
I brought you some green tea.
I don't like green tea, Lara.
You know, the movers just left with Janet's boxes.
I sacrifice the biggest chunk of my life,
the major, major golden years of my career,
and this is the thanks I get.
Mom, stop it.
She leaves without even saying goodbye.
It's not about you!
How could it not be?
Give her time.
She'll forgive you.
"Give her time. She'll forgive you."
Do you know how stupid you sound?!
Honestly, you have a little pea brain!
A chance to be on tour
as a back-up singer with Maddie Slate!
My new home!
Ta-da!
You can't beat that.
(Music playing softly)
The bedroom stuff.
Oh, I love this picture!
So nice!
So, where should I put it? Here?
What's this?
This one, too.
Hello!
Oh, I knew Puffy Lump would come along.
(Giggling)
This...
Yes.
(Music continues playing)
(Indistinct voice whispering)
Hello?
(Knocking sound)
(Creaking)
Hello, did anybody hear that?
Oh.
(Sighing)
(Elevator dinging)
(Indistinct voice whispering)
Hello?
Is there somebody in here?
Oh!
Ow!
(Giggling)
Oh, moron killed by ironing board. News at 11:00.
Pouring!
(Eerie wind blowing)
Shit!
Oh, my God.
Ugh, this apartment is freaking me out!
All right.
♪
Hi, what's your name?
Emily.
Emily, is your mom home?
What do you want?
What do I want?
I just came by to say hi to you and your mom.
I'm your new neighbour!
And also, I was hoping to borrow a corkscrew.
Mine is broken.
A girl in 1303 jumped off the balcony and died!
Her name was Jennifer. It's a bad place.
(Slamming door)
(Lights buzzing)
(Elevator dinging)
(Rattling door)
(Knocking)
Oh, my God.
(Knocking)
Hello?
MAN: Building superintendent! Open the door.
May I help you, sir, with something?
Yeah, the, uh, the power's out.
I need to check the apartment.
Uh, it's all good here.
What do you want?
You are a-- you're a pretty girl.
Show me your tits.
What?! Are you insane?
No, no, no, listen! Listen!
If you need any help at all in paying your rent,
you know, we can make an arrangement, okay?
Get out of here, you pervert!
You freaking pervert!
(Sobbing)
Oh, God!
All right, stop this.
I'll get a drink.
It'll help me.
(Sniffling)
(Sighing)
Ah!
This is such a beautiful apartment.
(Sighing)
It's what I always wanted!
Lara, I wish you could see this,
and be with me here.
I'm scared.
Oh, stop it, Janet!
Stop, stop, Jan, come on!
(Laughing)
I'm so stupid!
I'm so stupid. Oh, my God.
Can you believe this? The crazy people!
(Laughing)
Oh, my God.
Everything will be just fine.
Just fine!
(Banging)
(Creaking)
Hello?
(Strange noise)
Who's there?
(Strange noise)
Hello!
(Banging)
Who's there?
Who are you?
Who's here?!
(Creaking)
I've got a gun, you know!
(Indistinct voices)
Who the hell are you?!
Come out!
(Glass breaking)
LARA: You want a sleeping pill?
Why would I want a sleeping pill?
I do not want a sleeping...
I really am very...
worried about my daughters.
(Dialling phone)
(Phone ringing)
You don't do clingy, huh?
I know, but I thought you were coming over here.
I'm sort of in the middle of something right now,
and no, I can't come over tonight, I told you.
Mark, this place is truly spooky.
You don't understand.
The super tried to force my door open,
and I got his foot stuck in it.
And then, there's this horrible stench
like something rotting,
dead meat.
What are you talking about?
My neighbour said somebody died in here.
I can feel it!
I can feel it. Someone is dead in here!
(Crying)
Janet, talk to me. What's going on?
Are you stoned?
I'm fine.
I'm okay. I'm okay now.
Everything's fine.
I don't know what got into me.
I think this whole place is freaking me out.
Uh, I just don't like it, you know,
and I signed a one-year lease.
The first decision I made on my own,
and I think I made a mistake.
It's all good. No worries, okay?
But I got to go. Bye.
♪
(Door creaking)
(Pill bottle rattling, closing)
(Sound of ball bouncing)
(Janet gasping)
Who's there?
(Bouncing)
(Sobbing)
♪
Who did this to me?
What happened?
"Side effects may include sleepwalking."
Oh, God, I should always read the labels!
Oh, hi, Emily!
Hey, um, were you playing in my apartment last night?
Were you playing ball in my apartment?
Come on, let's go see your mom.
Don't touch me!
Go away.
(Woman singing)
♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ They don't know ♪
♪ About love ♪
♪
♪ Whoa oh ♪
♪ They don't know nothing ♪
♪ At all ♪
♪ That's what we're saying ♪
♪ No ♪
♪ They don't know ♪
(Song continues on recording)
♪ At all ♪
(Humming)
♪ That's what they're saying ♪
♪ They don't know ♪
I can't think of anything interesting
to say about headphones.
I hope I survive the next round of layoffs.
If I had known they were coming,
I would never have signed the lease on my stupid apartment.
Don't worry.
It's not like they pay us any real money, anyway.
What is that?
Hmm?
What happened?
Oh, this?
I couldn't sleep last night.
Maybe I took too many sleeping pills, I don't know.
I think I slept-walked into a wall or something.
You got punched, didn't you?
What?
Is that what it looks like?
If my boyfriend slapped me,
I would go straight to the police.
Shh!
I would beat the motherfucker senseless first,
and then I would go to the police!
Look, okay?
Joyce, I swear, Mark had nothing to do with this.
Nothing at all!
And if he did, you think I would put up with that?
If you say so.
I really don't know what happened.
I really don't, and it's freaking me out.
All I remember is that I went to bed last night,
and I had horrible nightmares,
and when I got up this morning, I was covered in bruises.
When you're ready to talk about it truthfully,
I'm here.
Joyce, you're my best friend!
I just told you the truth!
Mom, we need food!
Do you want to go get it together?
Mom?
Why?
Geez, fuck, why?
Mom!
Watch your--
(Maddie groaning)
Lara, sweetie.
Hey, what happened?
Everybody's leaving me!
Ugh.
I work so hard...
What? Do you know how insane this sounds?
Come on, get up!
Up!
It's not insane at all.
Ah, oh, God, Jesus.
We need food.
Just come on, let's go get some food.
Oh, my Lara, my Lara.
Mom, come on. We need food.
Come on, get up.
I'm not hungry,
and anyway, I have the DUI.
So, you just go get some, sweetie.
I can't keep spending all my money.
I already make so little already.
That's what this is--
That's what this is about, isn't it?
That's all you care about, is my money!
You're pretending that you care!
You don't, do you? Look at me!
You don't really love me, do you?
You're insane!
(Bottle smashing)
Ahh!
You're scaring me!
You probably wish I was dead.
She's driving me crazy!
(Dialling phone)
(Phone ringing)
Hey, sweetie. How was your first night?
Not good.
Not good, it was really bad.
I don't want to go back there.
I want to come home.
Tonight? Really?
Yes, tonight!
I can't go back.
You don't want to come back here tonight.
Mom's on one of her drunk psycho rants again.
No, please, I can't go back there, Lara, please!
Maybe I could stay in a hotel.
What hotel? No!
I don't have enough money to put it on my card.
That apartment is very strange!
I can't go back there, Lara.
I want to come home, okay? I want to come home.
And I don't need your permission!
You're right, Mom. I do wish you were dead.
JANET: Hey, Mark, it's me.
I haven't heard from you all day.
Uh, call me when you get this, okay?
Please?
I'm still at the office.
MARK: Hey, Jan, hold on a sec?
Oh, hey, Mark, it's you!
Hey, baby. I just got back in town.
Oh, thank God!
I mean, you're back!
So, are you coming over now?
No, I don't have the time.
What?
Oh, come on, please be nice to me.
My sister was a shit.
Come on, please?
Okay, what was the address?
Lakeview Residence, right?
Yes!
Meet you in the lobby!
(Mark chuckling)
Wow.
You weren't kidding about the view.
JANET: No, the view is great.
What's going on?
This is great.
Yeah, it's a nice apartment.
Wow, I like this room.
(Janet giggling)
(Laughing)
Oh!
(Moaning)
Oh!
(Panting, moaning)
Oh!
I've been a naughty girl.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, yeah?
What are you going to do to punish me?
I'll think of something.
(Panting, moaning)
(Banging)
(Phone ringing)
(Banging continues)
(Phone buzzing)
(Water running)
Mark?
(Water running)
What's that terrible smell? Can you smell that?
Mark?
(Screaming)
♪
(Janet whimpering)
(Crying)
(Janet screaming)
(Crying)
I don't want to die!
(Screaming echoing in the wind)
(Screaming)
What did I do to you?
What?
Why are you doing this to me?
(Screaming)
(Thudding)
(Mark gasping)
What happened?
I don't know.
It's true, then.
What?
Well, Janet's friend said she was beaten
by her boyfriend the night before.
You should know better than to make an accusation like that.
I liked your sister.
(Scoffing)
You liked her?
What the fuck does that mean?
I didn't hit your sister. I don't do that.
You sure as hell didn't look after her.
(Sighing)
(Rattling noise)
♪
(Sniffing)
♪
(Fluttering sound)
(Fluttering, birds squawking)
(Wind blowing)
(Dialling phone)
WOMAN: Detroit Storage.
Hi, um, I'm at the Lakeview Residence on Jefferson,
apartment 1303.
I need to move some boxes as soon as possible.
Hold on.
Didn't we just move you in there?
That was my sister.
Oh. What happened?
She died.
Can you pay cash?
Can I call you back?
(Scoffing)
Whew!
(Ball bouncing)
Don't come back.
What did you just say?
Hey, my sister died in that apartment.
Do you know what happened there?
EMILY: I told her to leave, but she did not.
Do you have a name?
Emily.
Okay, Emily, why would you say that to her?
A girl and her mother live in apartment 1303.
They don't want to share it.
How can that be?
I mean, Janet signed a lease.
The place was for rent.
Look, do you have a sister?
I loved my sister, more than anything.
If you know something about what happened in there,
you can tell me.
I'll keep your secrets.
Jennifer is upset with you, too.
Who?
Hey, who are you talking about?
Come back here. Emily!
(Door slamming)
(Elevator dinging)
Mark, it's Lara Slate.
I just left Janet's place
and, well, yeah,
it's pretty unnerving.
I don't even know what I mean by that.
MARK: Yeah, I understand that.
Did you know a Jennifer?
I don't know, maybe a friend of Janet's?
No. Name doesn't ring a bell.
Well, the place smelled really bad at one point.
Did you notice that?
Yeah, I did. It came and went. Maybe old pipes.
Yeah, maybe.
Well, anyway, I'm going back in the morning
to meet the movers and be done.
Can we meet there?
Sure, just tell me when.
Two hours?
Yeah, that should work for me.
If traffic's not too bad I should--
Mark? Hello?
Shoot.
Sorry, Lara!
It's all right. I'm not in a rush today, anyway.
Do you think you could cover for me on Sunday too?
Uh, yeah, probably.
I sure could use the money.
(Exhaling sounds)
Okay, see ya.
(Humming)
You wanna get out of here? Go see a movie?
We just buried your sister.
You're talking about going to a movie?
I mean, how fucking insensitive can you get?
I wrote a song for Janet.
I'm gonna play it for you.
No, don't.
You've been jealous of her since the day she was born.
She was always so good at everything.
Better than you.
Did I not say, "Get her out of that lease and bring her home"?
Hm? But no, you had to encourage her.
Did you encourage her to jump?
I can't talk to you. I wish I could, but I can't.
Have you been taking your medication?
'Cause you can do sick things,
when you're not on your medication.
(Gasping)
(Phone ringing)
Janet?
Who is this?
JANET: Hi, Lara. I miss you.
I wanna live here alone.
Janet, is it really you?
Can you come and get me, please?
Where are you?
Wait...
(Phone beeping)
Oh, my god.
Wake up. Wake up!
♪
(Thunder cracking)
(Gasping)
(STRANGE VOICE:) Mother was awful.
I'm so glad you killed her.
Janet?
What's the matter, Lara?
What's the matter?
No. God!
I'm your sister, Janet.
(Screaming)
Everything for Lara.
Oh...
(Heavy breathing)
OPERATOR: 9-1-1.
I'm in an apartment on Jefferson Avenue.
I've just been attacked.
Is the perpetrator still there?
I don't know.
A police car is on its way.
Do you want to stay on the line until they get there.
Yes. I'm sorry. I'm really scared for my life.
Just stay calm. Are you hurt?
I don't know.
Someone was in the apartment and attacked me in the bedroom.
Male or female?
Look, I didn't see anybody.
It was like... a force.
A force? What do you mean?
I don't know. I got thrown against the wall.
For whatever it's worth,
let me give you a little history on this place.
In the past three years,
four people, including your sister, have died here--
all women in their 20s.
May 15th of last year, Shawna Williams, age 27,
jumped or fell from the balcony, four days after moving in.
Two years ago, November 30th,
Dana Bower, age 28, fell or jumped from the balcony,
after three days of being there.
Now, I don't know what happened to your sister,
but it was the same thing.
Two days after moving in, she died, falling from the balcony.
Now, as far as we can figure out, these women never met,
they didn't know each other, they had nothing in common,
except for this apartment,
and apartments don't kill people.
People kill people.
Why didn't anybody tell us this after Janet died?
I suppose we should've done that.
But if there are no more active cases going on
with any of these suicides--
My sister wouldn't commit suicide.
Miss Slate, are you taking drugs?
What? Any kind of drugs?
No, why would you say that?
Didn't you say there was a fourth person?
Yes. She was the first one,
and it was a clear case of homicide-suicide.
Here we go, Mary Logan, respected school teacher.
Because of some parent-teacher dispute, lost her job,
and soon thereafter lost her house in a bitter divorce.
So Mary moved here, with her daughter, Jennifer,
who was then 12 years old.
Mary became a drunk and a prostitute,
and Jennifer must've suffered untold abuse for years.
And then, on September 17th, almost 20 years ago,
neighbours reported a foul, awful smell
coming from this apartment.
And when the health department came to investigate,
Jennifer jumped off the balcony to her death.
The police found the decomposed body of her mother,
hidden in a built-in closet.
Now, are any of these names familiar to you?
Are you kidding me?
Do you think I would've let my sister move in here
if I knew any of this?
No, I guess not.
I'll report your call as a home invasion,
but you didn't see anyone.
You're looking better now.
I should get back to the station and end my shift.
I'd be glad to give you a ride home.
Oh, no, that's okay.
The last thing I need
is to be coming home in a cop car at 5:00 a.m.
I live with my mother.
Take care, Miss Slate.
(Muffled music)
Thought I might find you here.
Hey. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to accuse you.
The police keep saying it was a suicide,
and I just can't wrap my head around that.
My mom drove us nuts, but not to that extent.
I don't think it was a suicide either.
You don't?
That night, when I was leaving the building,
I heard a scream, and I swear I saw someone
wrestling with Janet on the balcony.
I could've been wrong.
It was just for a second, and it was dark.
Did you tell the police?
Yeah, of course I did.
They told me not to tell anyone, but I just did.
Why did you leave her in the middle of the night?
I'd rather wake up in my own bed.
That's what men say when they're married.
Are you?
Separated. I have a boy.
Did you care for her at all?
Yeah, I did. Look, our relationship was new.
We were just getting to know each other,
but I cared about her.
Janet was convinced that someone had access to that apartment.
She told me she heard things, she saw someone in there,
so I took a look around.
There was nothing, nobody,
and there was no way to get into that apartment,
unless you go in through the front door.
Yeah, well, I'm thinking of keeping the place.
That's brave. There's something weird about that apartment.
It's not a good idea for you to be there alone.
Look, I gotta go.
Why don't you come by tonight? We'll talk about it then.
Take off.
Did Janet Slate know you were a cop?
No.
Did anyone know you were gonna spend the night
at apartment 1303?
No. What's with the questions?
Am I under investigation now?
The judge on the 5th circuit
did give us access to your cell phone.
And one of your text messages, the night Miss Slate died,
was, and I quote: "Where the fuck are you?"
That was your wife, right?
Jesus Christ.
Is it possible she followed you,
confronted Miss Slate after you left?
No, she doesn't give a shit what I do,
as long as I get money for my son every month, all right?
We done here?
Why'd you go see Lara Slate?
You following me?
She's a person of interest.
Why's that?
You said yourself: two women on the balcony, right?
It's in your report.
You're gonna move in to where your sister died?
Are you sick?
I've made up my mind.
I'm moving out.
Ha! All right.
Well, good luck with that.
You've mismanaged your life so far,
I cannot wait to see what happens next.
I won't come back tonight.
All right, all right, what is it you want, Lara?
You want me to pay for that college--
whatever the fuck it is? I'll pay for it, all right?
You can just stay here till term starts, all right?
It's not gonna happen, Mom.
I cannot be alone, all right? I don't have anybody.
In between boyfriends.
Besides which-- who's gonna drive me?
Want me to spend more money on drivers?
Well, you should've thought of that before you got a DUI.
I love you.
You're my baby.
And I don't want you to go.
God...
You leave now...
Don't you ever fucking come back! Ever!
Think you've had enough?
It's cold in here.
I keep trying to close those doors and they won't shut.
You know, the little girl from next door,
she told me that a mother and daughter lived in here,
and they didn't want this place rented.
She said she told Janet to leave.
MARK: Doesn't make any sense.
Yeah, I know.
In 1993, a mother and daughter lived in here.
The daughter went crazy and killed the mother,
put her in the closet, lived with the body for six months,
and then she finally jumped off the balcony.
(Clattering)
Why do you have a gun?!
Explain the gun.
I'm an undercover cop, okay?
What the fuck?!
What is going on here?!
Nothing is going on.
My sister died in this apartment.
Don't fight me! Sit down. Relax, okay?
Janet didn't know I was an undercover cop.
And I have nothing to do with what happened here.
But I want to find out what happened just as much as you do.
You okay?
No, I'm not okay.
You want me to leave?
No, I don't want you to leave now. You owe me!
You can spend the night on the couch and guard me.
♪
(Eerie sounds)
♪
(Thudding)
(Banging)
(Flies buzzing)
♪
(Phone ringing)
Cindy. Yeah, it's Mark.
Yeah, I know.
I-- I-- Yeah, I couldn't make it.
Look, just tell him I'm sorry, and I'll be there this afternoon
to pick him up from school, okay?
Yeah.
Fuck.
Hey. I gotta go.
Are you staying, or can I take you somewhere?
I'm okay. I'll stay here.
All right, I'll see you tonight.
But you gotta dump this place. Staying here isn't gonna
help us figure out what happened to Janet.
(Screaming)
(Gasping)
You gotta pay rent.
Fuck.
I'm the super. You need to sign the lease.
You wanna stay, you gotta pay.
How did you get in here?
Don't you know it's illegal
to enter a tenants apartment while they're in it?
You shouldn't be here without a lease.
My sister Janet already signed a lease,
and paid first month's rent.
Fine. I'll pay for a new lease, but I need you to leave.
I'm here now.
Write me a cheque.
I need a glass of water.
If you need help to pay, we can make an arrangement.
I don't need any help. I need you to leave.
(Door opening)
(Door closing)
Hi, Lara.
I needed to talk to you.
You mother filed a temporary restraining order against you,
and her sworn statement is very troubling.
Did you ever keep her locked up in her room?
Is that what she says?
She stated that you hit her on several occasions.
My mother is a compulsive liar.
She'll say whatever it takes to get what she wants.
What does she want now?
Besides a slave?
For me to not move into apartment 1303.
I can't say I disagree with her.
Why?
Well, you fit the profile
of the women that jumped off the balcony there.
You're driving me crazy.
First you said apartments don't kill people, people kill people.
And now you're saying that apartment
has something to do with it?
Lara, where were you the night Janet died?
I can't believe you're asking me that.
My sister did not commit suicide.
I'm gonna prove it.
♪ Won't you be my ♪
♪ Cemetery valentine ♪
♪ To the end of time ♪
♪ My cemetery valentine ♪
Ooh, baby-- That's a hit, though.
I think that's a hit.
Janet told me your mother's a handful.
Put it this way, my father remarried recently.
When I called him, to tell him Janet died,
he said he couldn't come to the funeral
on the off-chance he might run into her.
Nice.
(Phone ringing)
Oh.
Speak of the devil.
What do you want, Mom?
I need you to come home, baby.
I can't sleep with you in that apartment.
You should've thought of that
before you filed a restraining order.
No, that was completely misinterpreted, sweetheart.
Just come home and talk about it.
I can't just come home.
If you want to talk to me, you know where I am.
Mothers, huh?
You smell that?
MARK: No.
Do you think ghosts can interact with us?
Look, I...
I don't know.
Hey, look, I'm drunk and tired.
It's time for me to go to bed.
Thanks for guarding me.
My pleasure. Sleep well.
Lara.
You must leave now, before she kills you too.
Lara?
What's wrong?
There's someone in the closet!
There's someone in there!
(Sobbing)
Lara, there's no one in the closet.
I saw them.
What?
Oh, god...
It's okay, all right?
I'm going crazy. Oh, my god!
You're gonna be fine.
My mom is right.
What if I do see things that aren't there?
Oh, god.
Lara, listen to me. You need some rest, okay?
And tomorrow, we're getting out of here.
Okay?
(Sobbing)
I'm gonna be right out there.
I saw it...
(Wind blowing)
(Water trickling)
♪
(Otherworldly crying)
(Phone ringing)
Yes, I got your message.
And no, I can't come home.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Yes, I'm on the job.
I will take him to school, okay? It's done.
(Sighing)
(Phone dialling)
Can you hook me up with John?
John, Mark. What's going on?
Yeah, she's asleep.
Now, are you gonna book her tomorrow or not?
(Strange crying)
(Fingernails scraping)
(Glass shattering)
That's not gonna help you, honey.
Emily, help me!
I tell people to leave...
but nobody ever listens.
This isn't happening.
No...
WOMAN'S VOICE: 1304. 1303. This is--
Mom?
What are you doing here? Get out of here!
Lara.
You need to leave. Get out of here, now!
What did you do?
I didn't do it. It wasn't me.
Sweetheart...
Did he attack you?
You! It was you! You killed Janet!
You did!
Sweetheart, sweetheart, give me that knife.
It's okay. I'm here.
Give me that knife.
You did!
(Groaning)
Oh, god... Oh, god...
No! Oh, god!
No, Mom!
Mom!
(Crying)
Mom...
(Sirens approaching)
(Helicopters whirring overhead, walkie-talkies blaring)
I know you don't believe me, but I didn't kill anybody.
Jennifer Logan and her mother still live here,
and they kill people.
Everyone on this floor is dead.
Apartments don't kill people, Lara.
People kill people.
It's time to go.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
One, two, three.
You have the right to remain silent.
Everything you say may and will be used against you
in a court of law.
♪
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