Alice, the Brady's housekeeper, looked at the sink and cabinet. Bobby had cleaned every dish he'd emptied out and put them them back perfectly in the cabinet after eating everything he could find in the fridge. He's left the kitchen perfectly spotless after he'd used it.
"Carol, I want you to take the girls to the Dittmyers," Mike told her. "Don't come back until I make sure the house is safe."
"I'm staying with you," Greg told him. "I need to talk to Bobby."
"I'm staying, too," Oliver said. He had to make sure Bobby was taken away before he finished the other kids.
"i don't think that's such a good idea," Greg told him.
"Let him come, he might be able to help with Bobby if he gets violent," Mike told him. "I'm going to get that roll of duct tape I had in my den for Cindy's art project a few weeks ago."
"I'm going to search upstairs," Greg said.
Greg slowly walked upstairs as Oliver went to the kitchen and grabbed a butcher knife, tucking it under his shirt. "I'll find Bobby first."
Oliver followed Mike into his den as Mike searched for the duct tape. "That's weird, it was here the last time I saw it."
Oliver closed the den door and wedged it shut. Mike saw it close and tried to open it. "Greg? Bobby, are you doing this? You'll be in big trouble when I get out of here!"
"Bigger trouble when I kill Greg," Oliver whispered as he headed upstairs. "Come on out, 's time to play."
Oliver looked in each room as he walked down the hall.
"I know you're here," as Oliver looked in Mike and Carol's room, Bobby rushed across the hallway while his back was turned. Oliver jumped around while holding the knife. He slowly stepped forward as Greg came out of the boy's bedroom and grabbed his arm.
"What the hell are you doing?" Greg asked. "You're not killing Bobby!"
"It's kill or be killed, he's trying to do the same!" Oliver shouted as he forced Oliver to drop the knife as they got closer to the staircase as they struggled.
"I'm not letting you kill another brother!" Greg shouted. "It's over, Oliver! You're finished!"
"The only thing that's finished is you," Oliver said as he ran toward Greg, ramming him over the edge of the staircase, sending them both tumbling down, rolling down the staircase until they arrived at the bottom.
"Greg!" Mike shouted. "Are you okay"
"NO!" Bobby shouted as he ran downstairs to Greg, checking his pulse. "You're still alive, that's good. Stay with me, Greg."
"Bobby," Greg whispered as he tried to hold his head up. "Bobby, I'm sorry. You were right all along. Oliver's evil."
"It's okay, I'll stop him," Bobby promised. "For Peter."
Before he lost consciousness, he kissed Bobby's cheek before pulling away. "Kick his ass, little brother."
Greg passed out as Bobby shed a tear before he looked around. "Oliver? Where are you?"
"Find me," Oliver shouted from upstairs.
"You want to play games? Let's play," Bobby said angrily as he looked under the couch for his night vision goggles. "Let's see you find your way in the dark."
Bobby ran to the laundry room and shut down the power, leaving the house in complete darkness. Bobby turned on the glasses and ran upstairs, climbing the stairs to the attic.
"I know where the power box is, dumbass," Oliver said as he ran to the laundry room, turning the power back on, finding a sticky note. "Attic." Okay, we're going to end this."
Oliver picked up his knife along the way and climbed the attic stairs, slowly opening the door.
"Ready to fight?" Oliver asked.
"Ready, punk," Bobby said as Oliver noticed a springboard lined with nails attached to a string. Oliver looked horrified as Bobby cut the string, causing the board to spring up and shooting the nails forward, hitting Oliver in the face and sending him flying backward. Bobby stood over Oliver, seeing that he now resembled Pinhead. "Love your new look."
"Bobby!" Mike shouted as he ran to the attic. "Bobby, what's going on?"
"Oliver killed Peter and tried to kill Greg," Bobby said. "He also murdered Luke."
"I don't know why I didn't see this before," Mike told him, like Greg, a fog lifted when Oliver took the nails to his face. . "Can you ever forgive me?"
"You were going to put me in an asylum," Bobby said. "You said I wasn't your son. You forgot my birthday."
"And I'll do my best to make that up to you," Mike told him. "I was under some kind of mind control. Please forgive me."
Bobby was about to say something when he heard a screaming, with a mutilated Oliver rushing toward him. The two struggled as the two fell out of the attic window and onto the room as Oliver tried to choke Bobby.
"You're about to join your brother," Oliver said. "Say hi to Peter."
"Say hi to my knee!" Bobby said as he brought his leg up and nailed Oliver in the groin as hard as he could. Oliver was about to fall over the side when he grabbed Bobby to take him with him, but Mike caught him at the last second, trying to pull him up, with Olver hanging onto the ledge next to him.
"Don't worry, Bobby, I won't let you fall!" Mike promised as Oliver pullted his knife out and stabbed Mike's hand, causing him to drop Bobby just as Oliver slipped and his hand came off the ledge, dropping him as well.
"Please, no," Mike said as he the ambulance on its way. He's called it moments earlier for Greg, not realizing that Bobby would need one as well. Mike got out of the door as Carol came toward the house.
"I saw Bobby fall. What happened?" Carol asked.
"I'll explain when I find Bobby!" Mike shouted. He got the side of the yard, where Oliver had impaled himself on the neighbor's fence, staring coldly into space with his eyes wide open. Bobby lay on the pavement, his body twisted as the ambulance pulled up.