The Innkeepers

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- What's up, Claire?

- Hey.

So this is it, huh?

Just you and me?

- End of days.

- Yeah.

Have you talked to Ron?

Really?

Ron is in Barbados snorkeling to the

ever-elusive double back sablefish.

And he left exposed instructions

not to be disturbed.

You know, well, If you own this place,

you'd be at the Barbados too.

Sure I would, especially if I had two suckers

back at home waiting and cover for me.

- Did you get your camera fixed?

- No. It's totaled.

I have to send it back

to Pentax's suck-ass.

I have my microphone, though. So we can

make do with the EVP investigations.

Okay.

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 definitely gonna wanna see this.

What is it?

Hold on.

Just watch.

Look closely.

I missed it the first time.

It can blow your mind.

Really heavy.

You bastard!

So good.

Oh my God, every time.

Oh, my God.

What room did you take?

- 216.

- Of course.

Hey, I've been here since last night.

This is just the way it goes.

225 is taken.

All the rest is pretty much wide open.

Second floor only, I don't remember.

The third floor is already done.

Only one guest? Brutal.

It don't take a genius to get why

this place is going out of business.

Okay, I'll take room 214.

I figure we'll take 7 to 7 shifts,

something like that?

You're right. Sounds good.

I'll bring it back down.

Okay, If I could just

get you to sign that?

This is your room key.

Number 224.

You wanna head up to the top of

the stairs, and take a right,

and then another quick right,

so like a doubly,

and then you go about halfway down of the

hallway, and It's on your right-hand side.

You can't miss it.

Thank you.

Do you know who that is?

- It's Leanne Rease-Jones.

- Okay.

She was the mom on

"Like Mother, Like Son"?

- Dude, she is super famous.

- Okay, whatever.

Oh, man. Leanne Rease-Jones.

I wonder what she's doing here.

She's guest speaking at some

convention in Pots Town.

- 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 is 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.

Looks good.

I hate web design.

It looks really good.

I like the little ghost.

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 you get some proof on that,

It won't matter what it looks like.

Hey, so I was thinking...

It seems like whenever 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 good chance

of making some real contact.

- Does that make sense?

- Yeah.

Yeah. I think this weekend's going to be it.

We're going to get something good, I can feel it.

- What?

- What?

- What?

- What?

Front desk.

Yes, Mrs. Rease-Jones.

Oh, sure, I'll send them

right up for you.

You're welcome.

- I forgot to stack the towels.

- I'll get them.

Good, save me the hassle

of that gale on 225,

she's driving me nuts and

I don't want her to see me.

Uh, that lady with the kid?

I know, what's her deal?

She was gonna give me total

aggro vibes upstairs.

She had a huge fight

with her husband

and she's staying here till 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 always seem so surprised

that I talk to the guests?

Go on, superfan, don't keep

the towels waiting.

Mrs. Rease-Jones, I have your towels.

Mrs. Rease-Jones?

Be a lamb and hand me one of those?

Thank you.

You're welcome, Mrs. Rease-Jones.

- Call me Lee.

- Okay.

- What's your name, sweetheart?

- Claire.

You're a lifesaver, Claire.

Oh, no no no, I couldn't. I couldn't.

Come on, you're hurting

an old lady's feelings.

Thanks, Mrs... Lee.

I am 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... And...

"The Waking Of Eleanor."

I love that film.

I used to watch it all the time.

Crying out with my mom.

I even styled my hair in

little braids like you did.

But they never looked 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 is anything else that you need,

just let me know. I mean...

This is our last weekend open.

So Luke and I are the only

people on staff today.

We actually sleep in here instead

of going home, which is pretty crazy.

I meant in life.

Are you an aspiring actress?

Is that what makes you such

a stout fan of my work?

Me? No.

I just work at the hotel.

But... I'm just kind like...

you know, I'm between... stuff.

Okay.

Oh, Claire...

The towels.

Right. Of course. Yes.

There you go.

How'd it go?

You two gonna collaborate on something?

She got to make me feel

like an a**hole.

Well, she is an actress.

What's that supposed to mean?

What do you know about

actresses, anyway?

I don't know a lot, but I do know a

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