Let Her Out

Synopsis: Let Her Out follows Helen, a bike courier who suffers a traumatic accident. As she recovers, she begins to experience strange episodic-black outs, hallucinations, and night terrors-that lead her to discover that she has a tumor, a benign growth that is the remnants of a "vanishing twin" absorbed in utero. Over time, the tumor manifests itself as the dark and demented version of a stranger. As Helen's emotional and psychological state begins to deteriorate further and further, she begins to act out in psychotic episodes that are influenced by her evil twin - making her a danger to herself and her best friend, Molly.
Genre: Horror
Director(s): Cody Calahan
Production: Black Fawn Films
  1 win & 1 nomination.
89 min

Is closed.

I said I have closed for the night.




- Roman?

- Helen!

- always so punctual. - Roman.

You know? You do not always have to order a package just to see me.

I know.

You have to sign this.

It's your birthday.

I painted something something for you.

You might like it, considering your artistic eye.

- Who? - It's you.

It is not like me.

As you see yourself it is not necessarily as others see you.

- Sure you say that to all the girls. - Only you.

I can not.

Have I done something wrong?


Roman, sorry, it's not you. I just can not.

It's okay.

When you find out what you want, you know where to find me.

- Is rare. - What's weird?

It's you?

That is not you.

It's not me.

This place is very scary.

What? It's morbid.

Sit outside the room where your mother committed suicide 23 years ago?

I'm sorry, but it is.


What is this? It's your birthday.

- I thought I should give you a gift. - Open it.


I thought I had lost.

I stole it ... when I was host.

- Why? - I do not know.

Maybe he was jealous. Your stuff. Of your family.

I forgot, okay? I was 11 years old.

Does not matter. It was just a box of old things. I want to make up ..

I never had a home. I say ... This place is ...

I do not know. It's ... a place where I feel safe, or something. I do not know.


I love you.

And I'm sorry that your mother committed suicide in a motel shit.

- What if I'm like her? - Helen! It does not work like that.

Any dark shit I have inside ...

... not inside you.

He would know.

Ability observation or something?

I am an actress. Empathy is my greatest talent.

And breastfeeds.

Speaking of. Is Ed. I need.

I go to be tested.

Is it good? Does your work?

Ed is a genius. And I'm his muse.

In addition I paid for it; so better it is.

- You know what? I think I'll take this. - Molly ...

You may be as famous as me one day.

Helen, wake up, wake up.

Helen suffered a serious head injury.

We do not know how extensive the damage is, how much will take back itself,

how it will impact their daily lives.

There is no way to know how the resulting damage will manifest.

It's okay. You're young. Bones heal quickly.

The doctor says it will only be a few weeks and return to normal.

Welcome home HELEN

Viennese? I mean this is your party, and it is for you.

- Just give me a minute, okay? - It's okay.

You know? I not really bother me that painting.


- You must be Ed. - You must be Helen.

Helen of Molly's always talking.

If that's me.

You're prettier than I thought it would be.

You're exactly what I thought you'd be.

- Do you want some? - I'm fine. Thank you.

And so it goes, on and on ...

and where it ends is destiny.

Not burning flesh ... nor inclined glasses of wine ...

... or spilling hot tears can cast spells and ward off stiff ...




- Molly? Hello?

- friend when you fall, you fall hard ...

- How did I get here?

- Get where?

My bike ... I'm in a parking lot.

I do not know how to workout, after last night.


- How did I get here?

- What...? Helen, dear!

He not is taking coffee in the morning when you left. We heard you leave.

It is impossible...

I have to go, I have rehearsal. Drink plenty of water. I love you.


Hey, baby! We will make a test photograph at seven.

The whole cast comes, okay?

- If it is okay.

- Very good. I love you.



What the hell, Helen!

What happened to your foot?



- Helen, let me in! - Leave me alone!

- What are you doing? - I do not know i do not know.

- Where have you been? - I do not remember.

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