Ben, what are you doing?
Stop it!
Let me go!
What are you doing?
Stop!
Shh, shh, shh.
Abby, we must complete the legacy.
You,
you are the final sacrifice for Beelzebub,
the Lord of the Flies.
No!
Get back here!
This house is fucking blessed.
What happened?
What's going on?
Let's get out of here.
In the name of Satan,
ruler of the Earth, king of the world,
I command you sow your infernal power on me.
Open wide the gates of Hell,
and come forth to greet me as a brother and friend.
In your name, I ask that you curse this devil for us,
placing your only attack on it,
possess the souls of those who assume.
Oh, hear thy names,
Yorthog, Behemoth, Anuk, Belial,
render me the indulgences that I speak.
Keep this Amityville curse alive
and keep the world hold over it.
I command you, I command you.
So it is done.
It's in here.
Follow me.
Oh, hell no.
This place is spooky as fuck.
Ay, ain't this where that crazy ass white kid
killed his whole family?
Nigga, you better get your ass up
in this motherfucking house.
Mucking around with my fucking time and shit.
Shit.
Goddamn, that's a group of motherfucking weed.
Shut the fuck up, stupid.
We don't got all motherfucking night.
Get to picking.
Say, get to picking, get what you can take.
You gotta be the clumsiest motherfucker
I ever met in my life.
Shit.
Dumb ass motherfucker.
Now I'm about to roll the fattest joint
in the whole history of joints.
What I tell you?
Well, well, well, what the fuck do we have here?
Looks like two dead ass little bitches, if you ask me.
Look, man, we don't want any trouble.
You see, that's just too fucking bad, nigga.
Your little homie, Marcelo,
still owes me some fucking gwat,
and, well, he ain't been around a while.
So you see,
since that little cunt face has been AWOL and shit,
I'm just gonna have to take what I'm owed
from his two fucking associates.
Oh, oh, man.
We don't even know Marcelo that fucking well.
Shut the fuck up, man.
I got this.
Oh, you got this, do ya?
You hear this, fellas?
This ol' motherfucking bitch think he got this.
Why don't you tell me what's in that bag right there.
Now, this?
Oh, this ain't what you think, man.
This ain't shit.
Oh, I think it's exactly what the fuck I think it is.
Now hand the fucking shit over.
Nah, man.
I can't do that, man.
We need this.
I got bills.
My baby mama would kill me, man.
Oh, she's gonna kill you, is she?
She's gonna kill you?
Not if I fucking do it first.
Oh, shit.
Fuck you.
No,
fuck you.
Yo, yo, what you doing here all dressed up like that?
Like motherfucking Little Mermaid and shit.
Oh, you must be new.
I'm Cheyenne.
Your motherfucking boss called my boss
to come over to here to this dump of a club
to give him an hour of tug and chug,
if you know what I mean, Mongo, mmhmm.
Mongo?
My name's Rosco, okay?
Rosco.
Rosco, Mongo, Yolo, whatevers.
Look, can we make this quick?
'Cause I just got stiffed on my last job.
I gotta say something.
You're looking pretty fine
in a whole kind of way, I'll tell ya.
How abouts this?
After you're done with Mr. Big M in there,
do a little slurp off, you know?
Maybe you, uh,
maybe you wanna take a two,
two for one, maybe, hm?
Hey, hear me out, hear me out.
Make up for that loot you lost on the last job.
Ew.
You?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I am a classy bitch.
Well, you best remember that
when you walk through that goddamn door second, you hear?
Big M exudes motherfucking class, okay?
He demands perfection.
Only the best of the best walk through that goddamn kingdom.
Then what are you doing here, Rocco?
The name's Rosco, okay?
And I'm Big M's number one.
His number one.
Listen, if I have time, I'll throw you in for like, $20.
Deal?
20?
How about 10?
10, and then, hear me out.
Big M don't pay me 'til...
Oh, it's next Friday, it's bi-weekly, it's the off week.
But, but...
And I got rent on Wednesday,
and my benefits are coming overnight on Tuesday
so I'm thinking 10.
20.
And you better make it fast.
Oh, and don't nut in my wig, okay?
You look like the trash that would do something like that.
Bitch, I...
Okay, 10.
10 sounds good, I like 10.
20.
Fine, $20.
I'll go run to the ATM when you're in there with Big M
getting his ol' mouth hug, okay?
What, what, excuse, what, what, uh...
Did you drive here?
Yeah, why?
Why, hear me out, baby girl.
I figures, since you driving and I just gave you $20,
after our little slurp off you give me,
you go drop me off at my parents' house.
It's only in Compton, it's not far away,
so maybe you could give me a little ride.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
You want me to blow you
and then give you a ride to your parents' house for $20?
Bitch, it's a motherfucking condo, okay?
Get it right.
Look,
it's 20 American dollars, okay?
That's 20.
What you're doing to that lollipop, love,
that's worth 10, the most.
10.
Shit.
I'm a hardworking motherfucker,
I need any break I can get, alright?
Shit.
I never get what I want.
Fine, okay.
Fine, fuck it.
Now you gonna let me in?
Or we gonna make let's-make-a-fucking-blow-job deal
all night?
Okay, Pocahontas, we'll let you in here.
Come on, let's get started.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
And it's gonna be 25
if you don't keep your mitts to your fucking self
- and stop touching my shit. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Chill, bitch, chill.
I want the five open here, okay?
Shit, just bring it down, alright?
We'll bring it in,
just fucking bring that shit back, come on.
Come on, get inside, let's go.
Let's go.
Big M, I got somebody for you here.
Ah, now that's some good shit.
That's really some fucking good shit.
Excuse me, you guys want some?
You missing out.
It really is some good shit.
But I always dig this shit.
I'm a man of certain tastes.
I'm a man who always expect things done
at a certain caliber,
a certain level of prestige.
Ah, pardon me, gentlemen.
Okay, that's enough, Cheyenne.
What can I say, boys?
She's really bad at sucking dick.
Now, I wanna know what happened to that weed
I sent you to New York to bring back for me.
Where is it?
And who in your little posse is trying to sell my weed
in my fucking neighborhood
behind my motherfucking back?
No, no, no.
I ain't trying to sell shit.
Alright, Big M?
Just trying to bring the latest shit in.
That's it, bro.
Ah, it's just one big ol' misunderstanding then.
Is that right?
No, of course, man.
We ain't here to try to disrespect you, Big M.
Just here to, you know, bring this shit to you
and that's it, bro.
Alright?
Well, okay then.
I want the rest of that weed found and brought to me.
Now, you hear me?
This motherfucking damn good.
Shit, this smells dank.
Where did you get this shit?
Bitch, I told you.
Those motherfucking niggas up in Amityville
had a running tab.
This shit right here?
My motherfucking paycheck.
Amityville.
New York?
Why does that sound so familiar?
Is that where that demonic shit went down?
Damn, bitch.
You ask a lot of stupid ass fucking questions.
You stop flapping your fucking lungs,
help me to fuck down over here.
We need to pack this shit up so we can unload it
and make some motherfucking money.
Yeah, fuck, alright.
I'll be right back.
What the fuck are you doing?
My sister is sleeping.
Sister, huh?
Hm, maybe I'll just have go wake the bitch up.
Nah, she don't want your gangbanging ass, motherfucker.
Alright, she's a good girl.
She's going to college, she got a job,
she don't need your ass.
She gonna make something of her life.
Shit.
One look at this big fat dick,
maybe she'll change her fucking mind.
Most bitches do.
Heather, girl, you are buzzed up.
Yes.
Mmhmm.
But I'm looking good as a mud tonight, bitch.
Yes, I am.
Oh, shit.
Forgot about you, little one.
Come here, it's okay.
Let mama show you how it's done today.
Damn, bitch, handle your shit.
Damn.
Woo, some nasty ass shit right here.
Damn.
This on some whole other level.
Ooh, that's some devil shit.
Damn.
What the fuck are y'all doing here?
Like, for real.
See what your loud ass did?
Nothing, girl.
Motherfuckers just about to leave.
Unless you wanna come over here,
have a drink with me.
Uh, maybe, I guess?
I don't know.
Nah, girl.
She most certainly does not.
You don't want nothing to do
with these thug life wannabe motherfuckers anyway.
Damn, need to get my dick sucked or something.
Where the fuck that ho, Heather, go?
Ah?
The fuck is that bitch doing?
Shit, homes.
Eh, maybe that's some of that new weed you got there.
Who the fuck is that?
Fuck.
Who the fuck is it?
It's Big M's fucking thugs.
What the fuck, Dusty.
That Amityville shit you sold belonged to Big M?
What the fuck, man.
Amityville, New York?
What's going on?
Get the fuck back.
Stay the fuck in your room.
Let me out!
What's going on out there?
What the fuck?
Let me out!
Fuck!
Oh, dude, what the fuck is that?
Fuck you.
Hello, I'm Peter Sommers
with another 90 second news update.
It seems a new strain of extremely potent marijuana
has hit the streets, seemingly overnight,
in the city of Compton.
The yet unidentified strain of cannabis
is certainly causing a wave of hysteria,
followed by an incurable neurosis
that results in increasingly violent acts
perpetrated upon oneself and others around you.
Random attacks on pedestrians have been reported
throughout the Los Angeles county area,
with most originating in and around the city of Compton.
Officials have traced this particular strain of cannabis
to a supply that originated in Amityville, New York.
The strain now being appropriately dubbed
"Amityville Possession,"
playing on the area's unique and somewhat sordid history.
We will continue to monitor the story and keep you updated
as authorities continue to make arrests
and gain control of this bizarre
and somewhat dangerous outbreak.
More news as we have it.
Matt?
Yeah.
Detective White speaking.
Hey, hello, Detective.
Yeah, look, I know it's, uh,
early in your neck of the woods.
Sorry to bother you at this hour.
This is Police Chief Malone.
I'm calling from Amityville.
Amityville, New York.
Yeah, I was wondering, uh,
did you happen to catch the morning news?
There's some interesting developments in your area.
There's a strain of marijuana
and it's called Amityville Possession.
Does that ring a bell?
Uh, yeah, I just heard something on the news about, uh,
violence, psychosis, and hysteria?
Yeah, I wish it was that easy, Detective.
Actually, we've had a dozen murders in the last six hours
in Compton alone.
Normally that wouldn't cause an alarm
as it's a violent high crime city,
but it's the nature of these murders.
Yeah, these murders aren't your, uh,
typical gangbang drive-by bullshit.
These murders they're sadistic, vile,
almost demonic.
A few hours ago,
we went to a call where a woman
put her newborn in a toaster oven
and then served it to her 12-year-old fucking son.
We're opening up an investigation
to pinpoint the exact location
of this goddamn devil harvest
so we can send it back to Hell where it belongs.
So how far from Amityville are you?
I'm sorry, did you say Amityville?
Where all those murders took place?
The painting, the toy monkey?
That Amityville?
Yes.
That Amityville.
We have reason to believe that this strain
is coming from that house in particular.
You know what?
Get a gallon of gasoline and torch the damn place.
Well, if it was up to me,
that place would be a steaming pile of rubble years ago.
Here comes the "but."
Well, there is a but.
We can't get a search warrant legally
to search the place if we don't have probable cause.
And now that the bank owns the place,
I'll be honest with you,
they're a stickler for the rules
so I think they would frown upon arson,
you know, being the tight asses they are.
So what do you want with me?
Well, since you live in the area,
I was kind of hoping you'd do a little investigating for us.
What do you think, you in?
I'm listening.
Yeah, we were just sent out on a death notification
of two local gangbangers.
They were both shot
and found dead at that Amityville location.
We got some local witnesses
that say they saw four males leaving the residence
with what appeared to be large bags.
But we did a little digging ourselves.
We traced the bullets from the homicide
back to an address in your location.
A location that had a multiple homicide this morning.
And there was only one survivor
and her name was Sondra LaCosta.
Jesus.
Yeah, we were sort of hoping that maybe you could, uh,
go over there and ask her a few questions
and get some answers for us
and then maybe we could search that house.
Burn it to the fucking ground.
Well, at least find the plants and destroy them.
But you never know, accidents happen.
So, uh, what do you say?
You in?
Detective.
Hey, hello?
You still there?
Yes.
Yes, yeah, I'm sure I can handle that.
Just send me the address
and I'll get over there as soon as I can.
Sure thing.
I'll get them right over to you.
Hey, thank you, I really appreciate this.
I guess I better get going on this.
Yeah, man.
Yo, so check this out, Big M.
That shit getting crazy, man.
The weed that we're supposed to bring back for you-
- My weed?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, your, your weed, man.
So check this shit out.
That bitch going crazy, man.
It's like it made her fucking nuts.
Like PCP mixed with the bath salts, man.
Bitch climbing up a phone pole, naked, screaming out.
This fucking mama's crazy, man.
Rosco is fucking dead and I-
You listen to me.
And you listen to me good.
You know what that is right there?
That right there is money in the motherfucking bank,
you dumb ass little piece of shit.
Controversy, a story, a little hype?
You know, people love a good story.
You know what happened when motherfuckers back in Chicago
started overdosing on heroin two years back?
That shit went up nearly tenfold.
Nearly ten fucking fold, you believe that shit?
And, yeah, motherfuckers will die here and there,
but that's the hazard of the trade.
You'll get that.
But the fucking dealers are rolling
and motherfucking dealing.
All because of a little controversy, a little hype,
a little fucking story.
Sweet cheeks, I want you to round up the boys,
get the rest of that Amityville shit,
and get out there on those streets.
And tell to fuck that shit up a whole fucking Benjamin
and start selling that shit to every man, woman,
and motherfucking child they see.
You got it?
Get it.
Deshawn, I'm gonna give you one more fucking chance.
But if you fuck with me,
I promise you,
I'll splatter your brains all over the fucking street.
Get the fucking car.
I think it's time Big M takes a trip to Amityville.
Take a hit, dude.
It's just that new shit I was telling you about.
Right, this is it, you're saving for me?
You smoked it all.
Oh, man.
Are you seeing what I'm seeing?
The fuck you talking about?
This shit gets you high.
The fuck?
Holy shit.
Yeah, you're just tripping, man.
Am I tripping?
What the fuck is that?
Yo, it's this fucking weed, man.
Like, literally, it's the weed.
Holy fucking shit.
Barb wire, Compton, incredible.
I can't believe they want me to do this.
Getting ready to do this interview with barb wire.
Incredible.
Sondra LaCosta?
I am, yeah. Who are you?
Oh, sorry, I'm Detective White.
Come in.
I don't mean to bother you,
especially at a time like this,
but I've been assigned your case.
My case?
Okay, look, Detective, I know why you're here.
I really, really do,
but you might wanna choose your words
a little more carefully
because it's not just my case, alright?
It was my sister's case.
She was fucking murdered, okay?
Murdered.
And she fucking...
She, she killed...
She killed them all.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be insensitive.
I know how confusing this can really be,
more than most people actually.
Believe me, I really do.
How could you possibly?
Because, Sondra,
I've seen the devil too.
I don't even know where to start.
Tell me everything, okay?
I wanna know it all.
I don't give a shit how much it hurts, okay?
Just tell me everything, please.
Have you ever seen that woman?
No, I don't think so.
She was all over the news a few years ago.
It all started in a little town called Amityville.
After he killed his whole family,
the items inside the home were later auctioned off.
A lamp, a mirror, a dollhouse, a painting,
and finally a toy monkey.
This woman in the photo, her name is Julia.
She ended up with the toy monkey.
She took it back with her to a family reunion in Nebraska.
Wow.
Mom, would you look at this?
It is.
This looks like,
just like the one I had when I was a kid.
Mmhmm.
Where did you find this?
At an old antique store back home.
I saw it and I remembered you said you had one
when you were little,
so I figured you'd like it.
Like it?
I love it, dear.
Thank you.
- You're welcome. - Brown-noser.
Wind it up.
Alright.
Sorry,
I didn't think to check to make sure if it actually worked.
It's alright, let me take a look at it.
Who is it?
Who's there?
Carol.
Stop me, Daddy.
Take it, you little bitch.
Harder.
Take it.
Harder!
Stop me, Daddy.
Dad?
Oh my God.
What have you done?
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh my god.
I think the baby's coming.
This is where I come in.
This is the one.
Are you serious?
That thing gives me the creeps.
Anything I can help you two with?
How much for the monkey?
Ah, the monkey.
Certainly, it's one of a kind.
You know, they don't make these anymore.
I know.
It's exactly like the one I had as a kid.
Honey, are you sure you wouldn't rather
get that new PS4 game instead?
No way, this is perfect.
I can't guarantee that it works.
Well, that's alright, I don't mind.
I'm great with my hands.
I'm sure I could fix him up.
How much did you say he was?
$50.
What?
Sold.
Babe, no.
50 bucks, really?
These guys go for way more money.
He is so worth it.
Let me get you a receipt.
I won't be needing one.
I'm keeping him.
You see, they were right.
The monkey was possessed,
just like everything else
that comes out of that godforsaken wretched place.
There you are.
Sarah, I found it.
I found it.
Grab Guy and let's get the fuck outta here.
What the fuck?
Let's have some fun, lover.
You know what fun is?
My god.
Fun is where I eat your fucking heart out of your chest.
One by one,
they were individually murdered.
Brutally murdered.
Jake.
Listen, Mr. Jansen, I don't wanna hear it.
If you have a problem, Mr. Jansen-
Do it.
Salem, do it, shoot her now.
Do it now, Salem.
Shoot, shoot, shoot, do it, do it.
Did you hear that?
Dad?
Did you hear that?
Oh my God, is that what I think it is?
Yes.
- What the fuck? - Oh my god.
- What is he doing? - What the fuck is he doing?
I don't know this...
Dad.
- Oh my God. - Oh my God!
Do it.
Kill them.
Hold your chin up.
Shoot them, you pussy, kill them.
Pull the trigger.
Daddy?
There was one lone survivor.
I lived back in that area then.
I was the one who found the bodies
and I was the one who helped to get Julia committed.
It was my testimony that got her locked away.
You're in grave danger.
What do you mean?
You have the monkey, don't you?
How did you know about that?
That's the only reason why you'd be here.
It's evil, isn't it?
It's more than just evil.
It's the vessel
for which evil transfers between physical locations
spreading all over like,
like a plague.
It all began back in Amityville.
It's my fault.
My father killed my entire family.
I purchased that monkey from a Amityville antique shop
as a present for his 50th birthday.
There's been murders connected to that house every few years
for the past several decades.
Lamps and clocks and mirrors and even a dollhouse
from that evil place
have all been present during several copycat killings
in the '90s.
I think I remember reading about some of those.
Weren't there some movies made or something?
Hollywood loves to exploit what makes money.
Maybe,
maybe I'll even sell my story
for a made-for-TV movie.
You can't stop evil.
You'll only ward it off.
Evil never dies.
You see, she was right.
It was the monkey all along.
And it's my fault that she died all alone
in that godforsaken asylum.
You know something about that place,
don't you, Sondra?
About Amityville.
Yes, Detective, I...
You see, I pay attention.
And most people think that I'm just some good girl,
but I watch and I listen and I pay attention.
And my sister is fucking dead
because some wannabe ass thug
took some weed off Big M, okay?
And they said it was from some place.
From Amityville.
Yes, and there's something about it that is evil, okay?
When Heather smoked it, she became somebody else,
something else.
I need you to make a statement
that says you know that he got those drugs from that house
so the authorities back there can go in there
and search and destroy the extra harvest.
Okay, that's great,
but what about everything on the street?
There's not a whole hell of a lot
we can do about that right now.
We just gotta pray to God that it's all smoked
and no one has tried to clone it or plant the rest of it.
Thank you, Sondra.
I promise you,
I will do everything within my power
to make sure that your sister rests in peace.
I'll be in touch.
You stay safe, okay?
Thank you.
Fuck.
Fuck, damn flies.
Fuck it, ugh.
I will do whatever I need to do
to end this evil.
I will.
This can't go on.
We're gonna burn that fucking house down.
You can count on it.
What's this guy?
12th Precinct, Police Chief Malone here.
Malone.
Yeah, I'm glad I got you.
Yeah, I interviewed that young lady this afternoon.
Sondra?
I got her statement and everything.
Really nice kid.
Great.
Send that fucker over.
You alright, Malone?
You sound, I don't know, a little shaky,
to tell you the truth.
Have you been out there lately?
People are killing each other left and fucking right.
It's a bloody massacre out there.
It's the human fucking condition.
That's the way it's always been.
Man taking advantage of man,
survival of the fittest,
apex predator bullshit.
Come on.
Come on, Malone, I need you to keep yourself together.
You're the only one I have left out here
and that's on my side.
Yeah, well, I got some bad news for you.
It's dead.
The Amityville investigation's kaput,
down the toilet, gone.
What?
Why?
This decision came from the top,
way up the top.
They said we didn't have enough information.
What about the-
- Even with the statement, not enough.
This town is full of devils and ghosts, Detective.
Most people here,
well, they just forget it ever happened.
One sec, I gotta take a look at this.
Detective?
Hey, you there?
Sondra LaCosta has been found dead
in her apartment.
They gotta be stopped, Malone.
A fire has ignited.
What are you?
That fucking house, it's gotta be stopped.
That kid I interviewed today, Sondra,
she's dead.
What the fuck?
Yeah, dead.
Just like everyone else here
who became connected with that godawful place.
I don't care what it takes, Malone.
You better hear me.
I'm on the next red-eye out of LAX.
I thought I'd never, ever be saying these words again
in my entire life.
I'm on my way back to fucking Amityville.
So this is the rotten piece of shit
I been hearing so much about?
Let's just get the green and get the fuck up outta here.
What I fucking say, motherfucker?
What I fucking say?
This place is a fucking goldmine.
This is gonna be our main spot from now on.
What the fuck are you waiting on?
Put that shit in some bags and get the fuck up outta here.
What the fuck, dude?
Don't be a fucking pussy, it's just the wind.
Hey, Malone, you crazy son of a bitch,
don't do anything stupid.
Rock and roll, motherfucker.
Come on, come on, what are you doing?
Jesus, shit.
Come on.
Big M?
Hey, man, you okay?
Yo, I said, are you okay, man?
You know what, Deshawn?
I think I'm gonna start to like it here.
Hey, you sure you're okay?
Home sweet home.
This is for you, Julia.
Rah!
Do it, Detective.
Do it now.
Good riddance, let's get ourselves some more.
Hey,
can we score some of that Amityville Possession weed?