Hollow (2011) Movie Script
- THIS IS EAST ANGLIA POLICE.
FINAL SCENE OF CRIME ASSESSMENT.
TIRE TRACKS WERE FOUND
CONSISTENT WITH ONE VEHICLE
HEADING IN ONE DIRECTION.
THERE WAS NO RETURN TRIP.
A BLUE 4x4 VEHICLE WAS FOUND
STATIONARY HERE.
A PERSONAL VIDEO CAMERA WAS
FOUND POINTING UPWARD AT AN
ANGLE IN APPROXIMATELY
THIS DIRECTION.
THE BODIES WERE FOUND
HANGING HERE.
FOOTPRINTS CONSISTENT WITH FOUR
INDIVIDUALS WERE DISCOVERED.
WE HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE THA ONE OR MORE OF THE INDIVIDUALS
ENTERED THE HOLLOW INTERIOR OF
THE TREE HERE.
[windshield wipers thumping]
- COME ON, WEATHER.
BE GOOD.
INTRODUCING EMMA, 110 POUNDS OF
SUFFOLK LOVELINESS.
- A LITTLE BIT GENEROUS
WITH 110,
BUT, YOU KNOW, I'LL TAKE IT.
- YOU SHOULD.
- [giggles]
I WANT YOU TO FILM LOTS OF THE
CHURCH, OKAY?
AND THE COTTAGE.
- YEAH.
- ACTUALLY, IF YOU COULD JUS FILM LOTS OF EVERYTHING,
THAT WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY
AMAZING.
DID YOU BRING THE BEACH STUFF?
- WELL, I THINK IT'LL BE A
LITTLE COLD FOR THE LILO.
- I DIDN'T MEAN THE LILO.
I MEANT THE FOOTBALL
AND WHATEVER
THAT THROWY THINGY IS.
- YEAH, DON'T WORRY.
WE'VE GOT EVERYTHING.
DON'T WORRY.
- OH, I CAN'T WAIT.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE LOADS OF WALKS
ON THE BEACH.
- [grunts]
- GOOD MORNING, SCOTT.
WELCOME BACK.
- ARE WE IN SUFFOLK?
- UH, NEARLY.
VERY NEARLY.
- CHRIST, WE'RE REALLY IN THE
STICKS OUT HERE, AREN'T WE?
HOW MANY MILES UNTIL
THE STATION?
- UH, JUST A FEW LEFT.
- OOH, JUST A FEW,
JUST A FEW, JUST A FEW MILES
UNTIL LYNNE TIME.
- I KNOW.
- HEY, JIMMY BOY,
NICE WORK, MATE.
- THAT'S LYNNE FROM SCHOOL
LYNNE?
- YUP, LYNNE DRISCOLL.
- YOU DIDN'T TELL ME
IT WAS HER.
- OH, I KNOW YOU LOVE
SURPRISES.
- [speaking indistinctly]
- ALL RIGHT, CAMPERS,
WELCOME TO SAFARI AFRICA
WITH ME, TRISTAN PARKS.
UH, WE'RE GOING THROUGH THE
PARK--
- ISN'T IT RAINING?
- CAN YOU BE QUIET, PLEASE?
YOU WANT THE GUIDE.
I'M THE GUIDE.
WE'RE LOOKING FOR THE "WARE
WHITE WINO."
- "WARE WHITE WINO?"
- THE RRRRRARE WHITE RHINO--
- OKAY, OKAY, INTRODUCING...
- I WASN'T FINISHED--
- THE BEAUTIFUL LYNNE.
- OH, WELL, THANK YOU.
- HELLO.
- HELLO.
OH, MY GOD.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.
- DO YOU LIKE IT?
- IS IT WHITE GOLD?
- IT'S PLATINUM.
- LYNNE, LYNNE, PLEASE TELL ME
YOU HAVE YOUR IPOD.
- YEAH, I DO, ACTUALLY.
- WHY?
WHY DOES NEED AN IPOD?
- WELL, ALL WE'VE GOT IS
SCOTT'S DRUM AND BASS--
- OH, I LOVE DRUM AND BASS.
- THANK YOU!
SOMEONE IN THE CAR WITH TASTE.
- SCOTT, CAN YOU WATCH
THE ROAD?
[screams]
SCOTT!
- [laughs]
- STOP IT.
- ALL RIGHT, SORRY, SORRY.
NOW, SERIOUSLY, LYNNE,
WHERE DID YOU GO?
WHAT HAPPENED?
FILL US IN.
- I-I JUST LEFT SCHOOL EARLY.
- OH.
[loud thud]
- OH!
- WHAT WAS THAT?
- OH, MY GOD.
- IT WAS A FOX.
- OH, MY GOD, IS IT DEAD?
- OH, SHIT.
- NO, IT'S STILL BREATHING.
- OH, GOD, AND IT'S ONLY--
IT'S JUST HAD PUPS.
- COME ON, WE DON'T NEED
THE CAMERA FOR THIS.
- WHAT'S WRONG?
- [mumbling]
SHIT, I KNOW WHERE WE ARE.
THAT TREE USED TO TERRIFY ME
AS A KID.
[birds chirping]
- REALLY?
LOOKS FAIRLY NORMAL.
- WELL, IT'S NOT.
MY MUM HAS A REALLY CREEPY STORY
ABOUT IT.
- UM, I THINK WE NEED TO PU THIS THING OUT OF ITS MISERY.
- OH, NO, SCOTT.
- NO, COME ON, WE'VE GOT TO BE
SENSIBLE ABOUT IT.
IT'S THE MOST HUMANE THING WE
CAN DO.
- NO, NO, WE SHOULD CALL
THE RSPCA.
THEY'LL SEND OUT--
- THE RSPCA AREN'T GONNA
COME OUT FOR WILD ROADKILL.
- WELL, THEY MIGHT.
- THEY WON'T.
I'VE GOT A WRENCH
IN THE BACK OF THE CAR.
I'LL DO IT.
- OH, GOD, SCOTT.
- JUST GIVE ME TWO MINUTES.
- SCOTT, NO, DON'T.
[birds chirping]
I REALLY DON'T THINK
WE SHOULD KILL IT.
- NO, I DON'T EITHER.
- HANG ON.
IT'S GONE.
GUYS!
GUYS, IT'S GONE.
[rustling]
AND HERE WE HAVE THE GREA BRITISH SUMMER.
[car door slams]
- HEADS UP, JIMMY BOY.
ALL RIGHT, TOP OF THE GATE POST.
- THAT WAS RUBBISH.
- IT'S THESE SHOES.
- SO HERE WE ARE IN SUNNY
SUFFOLK.
EMMA, WAVE TO YOUR MUM.
TELL US ABOUT THE HOUSE.
- OH, OKAY.
UH, SO GRANDDAD'S COTTAGE.
WELL, IT'S--HE LIVED HERE FOR 82
YEARS, AND BEFORE THAT, IT'S
BEEN IN THE FAMILY FOR--
- JAMES!
- WELL, LOTS OF GENERATIONS.
- WHERE'S THAT BIG "FUCK OFF"
HUNTING KNIFE OF YOURS?
- SCOUT RULE, YOU NEVER, EVER
CUT A ROPE.
- YEAH, WELL, YOU COME AND UNDO
YOUR SUPER KNOT THEN.
- ALL RIGHT.
- COME UNDO IT, PLEASE.
- RIGHT, SO HERE WE HAVE
THE LOUNGE, REVEREND TYLER'S
FAVORITE CHAIR, WHERE HE WOULD
SIT AND READ.
- JAMES, WHERE ARE THE
TOMATOES?
- THEY'RE IN THE BAG
WITH THE REST OF THE VEGETABLES.
- I STILL THINK WE'VE MISSED
A TRICK, 'CAUSE WE COULD HAVE
JUST GOT A DIRTY BURGER
FROM A LAY-BY.
WE WOULD HAVE EATEN IT IN THE
CAR ON THE WAY--
- NO, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS.
WE'LL HAVE SOME
NICE HOME-COOKED FOOD.
- SO HERE IN THE KITCHEN
EVERYONE'S WORKING HARD.
- UH, WHO'S WORKING HARD?
[giggles]
LYNNE, HONEY, COULD YOU PUT THE
NAPKINS ON THE TABLE?
- YES.
- THINGS ARE AS THEY SHOULD BE:
WOMEN MAKING DINNER, AND MEN--
- LYNNE, HONEY, NO, I MEAN THE COTTON NAPKINS
WITH THE NAPKIN RINGS,
NOT THE KITCHEN TOWELS.
- OH, SORRY.
- HER FEET ARE MASSIVE.
- NO, DON'T, I'M EMBARRASSED.
[gasps]
- WHAT--HOW DO I GET OUT OF IT?
HOW DO I ZOOM OUT?
- OH, NO.
- PUT YOUR FINGER
ON THE BUTTON ON--
- OH, OKAY, I'VE GOT IT.
- GOT IT.
- OH, ACTUALLY, LOOK AT THAT.
- VERY GOOD.
- YOU LOOK LIKE RINGO STARR'S
TESTICLE.
- THANK YOU.
- IT MEANS HE KEPT YOUR
HAIRCUT, MY FRIEND.
- YEAH, YEAH, CHEERS, CHEERS.
- OKAY, BRILLIANT.
RIGHT, I THINK CHAMPAGNE TIME.
- YES.
- EMMA, DO THE HONORS.
- CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU TWO
ON YOUR ENGAGEMENT.
- YES.
- THANK YOU.
- all: CHEERS.
- YUP, SHE'S A VERY LUCKY GIRL.
AND I AM A VERY LUCKY GUY.
COME HERE, YOU BIG, GORGEOUS
WOMAN, YOU.
MWAH!
WHERE DID YOU GO AFTER SCHOOL
THEN?
- I, UH, LEFT TO HAVE
MY LITTLE BOY.
- OH, THAT'S KYLE THEN?
- YES.
- KYLE, REMEMBER?
YEAH, JAMES TOLD US ABOUT HIM.
- OH, HAVE YOU?
- OH, HE SOUNDS LOVELY.
- WHAT A GOOD KID.
- HE'S MY ABSOLUTE WORLD.
WELL, HIM AND JAMES.
- THANK YOU.
- OH, AND HOW'S JAMES WITH HIM?
- YEAH, HE'S REALLY GOOD.
AREN'T YOU?
TAKEN HIM TO FOOTBALL
A FEW TIMES.
- YEAH, HE'S A GOOD LAD.
HERE WE HAVE THE MAIN BEDROOM,
WHERE THE REVEREND TYLER WOULD
REST HIS WEARY HEAD.
EVERYTHING PRETTY MUCH LEFT AS
IT WAS.
HERE'S HIS CASSOCK.
HIS BOOKS ALL IN BOXES NOW.
- OH, HERE YOU ARE.
WEIRD, ISN'T IT?
I MEAN, HE DIED A YEAR AGO,
DIDN'T HE?
WHY DO YOU THINK THEY'VE NO CLEARED THEM OUT?
- THE HOUSING CLEARANCE PEOPLE
ARE COMING ON SUNDAY.
- YEAH, I KNOW, BUT YOU'D THINK
THE FAMILY WOULD WANT TO DO I THEMSELVES.
I MEAN, I WOULD.
- [chuckles]
I DON'T KNOW, BUT YOU JUST SAID
THAT ON CAMERA.
- OH, SHIT, I DID, DIDN'T I?
DELETE IT.
- ALL RIGHT.
smooch!
AND HERE WE HAVE THE DINING
ROOM CUM STUDY.
LYNNE--LYNNE, CAN YOU GET OUT OF
THE WAY, PLEASE?
- YEAH, SURE.
SORRY, BABE.
- SO THE DINING ROOM
CUM STUDY, MANY A FINE SERMON
WAS CREATED AT THIS DESK.
- DONE?
- YES, YES.
- OKAY.
- LOOK AT ALL THIS RELIGIOUS
STUFF.
- HE WAS A VICAR.
- NO, I KNOW.
ISN'T THAT THE TREE?
IT IS CREEPY WITHOUT ANY LEAVES
ON.
WHO ARE THESE GUYS?
HMM, "GRAHAM BURROWS AND GILLIAN
SAMPSON, 2005."
- OH, SHIT.
- OH, CRAP.
- THERE'S REALLY NO POWER
AT ALL?
- NO, THE ELECTRIC COMPANY MUS HAVE TURNED IT OFF.
- OH, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING
WITH THIS.
- MY CAMERA SHOULD HAVE
A LIGHT.
HEY, TA-DA!
- OH, MY GOD, BRILLIANT.
OH, LOOK AT THESE.
THEY'RE PERFECT.
- ALL RIGHT, EMMA, COME ON.
GHOST STORY TIME.
- YEAH, COME ON, MYSTERY GIRL.
WHAT'S THE STORY?
- WHAT'S THE TREE STORY?
- NO, LOOK, MY GRANDDAD TOLD
ME NOT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
AND I REALLY DON'T WANT TO TALK
ABOUT IT.
- OH, COME ON, EMMA.
- I LIKE TREE STORIES.
- ACTUALLY, WHY WOULD YOUR
GRANDDAD HAVE A PICTURE OF IT?
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- THE TREE, THERE'S A PHOTO OF
IT IN HIS DESK.
- SERIOUSLY?
- YES, THERE'S TWO.
I THINK IT WAS JUST BY--
YEAH, THAT'S THE ONE.
- THAT'S A BIG TREE.
- WELL OBSERVED.
- OKAY, WELL, IT'S A STORY MY
MUM TOLD ME, OKAY?
- YEAH.
- DO YOU WANT TO HEAR IT?
- COME ON, GUYS, COME ON,
COME ON, I'M LISTENING, EMMA.
- ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
- OKAY, WELL, SO MY MUM TELLS
ME THIS STORY ABOUT ONE NIGH WHEN SHE CAME BACK FROM SCHOOL
TO HERE, YEAH?
- YEAH.
- AND SHE TAKES THIS SHORTCU ACROSS THE FIELD.
- WAS IT DARK?
- YEAH.
- WAS THERE MIST ACROSS THE
MOORS AND A CRESCENT MOON
IN THE SKY?
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,
I'M SETTING THE SCENE.
- YEAH, WELL, IT WAS
GETTING DARK.
- YEAH.
- AND SHE'S WALKING ACROSS THE
FIELD, AND SHE FEELS SOMETHING
WATCHING HER, RIGHT?
SO SHE TURNS AROUND.
SHE LOOKS AT THE TREE.
- MM-HMM.
- SHE SEES THIS HOOD FIGURE,
AND IT'S LIKE--
- HOODED FIGURE.
- YEAH.
SO SHE TRIES TO GET AWAY FROM
IT, RIGHT?
SHE'S RUNNING REALLY FAST.
- YEAH.
- BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW
FAST SHE RUNS; THIS THING IS,
LIKE, FLOATING AFTER HER,
AND IT'S CATCHING UP WITH HER.
- IT WAS FLOATING?
- YEAH, IT'S, LIKE, FLOATING--
- HOW FAR?
- I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT'S
FLOATING AFTER HER ACROSS THE
FIELD, ALL RIGHT?
AND SHE'S RUNNING.
SHE RUNS, AND SHE RUNS,
AND SHE TRIPS, AND SHE FALLS.
- OH, NO.
- AND SHE--HERE.
AND THEN SHE FEELS THESE TWO
HANDS, ALL RIGHT,
GRAB HOLD OF HER.
- THAT'S REALLY CREEPY.
- YEAH, HERE IT COMES.
- SHE LOOKS UP,
AND IT'S MY GRANDDAD.
YEAH, BUT--
- WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?
- BUT WHEN SHE LOOKS BACK A THE TREE, THERE'S NOTHING THERE.
- NOTHING THERE.
THERE'S NOTHING THERE.
IT'S GONE.
- YEAH, BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING
THERE BEFORE.
- YEAH, NO, I'M NOT ARGUING.
- BUT WHY WOULD YOUR GRANDDAD
WANT TO KEEP IT QUIET?
- I DON'T KNOW.
- HMM.
- WELL, IT REALLY FREAKED
HER OUT, SEE?
- MM.
[eerie screaming]
- WHAT IS THAT NOISE?
- I THINK IT'S FOXES.
BABY FOXES.
HEARD IT EARLIER.
- GOD.
[eerie screaming continues]
THIS PLACE IS SO CREEPY.
DID EMMA'S GRANDDAD DIE HERE?
- I THINK SO, YEAH.
- HOW DID HE DIE?
- HE, UH...HE OVERDOSED ON HIS
MEDICATION.
[light breathing]
[stairs creaking]
[heavy breathing]
[door creaking]
[floorboards creaking]
[light breathing]
[floor creaking]
[woman screams]
- WHAT'S THAT? YOU ALL RIGHT?
- SHE HAD A NIGHTMARE.
SHE NEEDS HER INHALER.
- WHERE IS IT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
OVER THERE SOMEWHERE.
I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING.
HAVE A LOOK.
- [breathing heavily]
UH, IT'S NOT HERE.
- WELL, COULD YOU CHECK THE
BATHROOM, THEN?
- YEAH, SURE.
- DON'T TAKE THE LIGHT!
PUT IT THERE.
- SORRY, SORRY.
- [wheezing]
- COME ON.
YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN.
- [wheezing]
- IT'S NOT HERE.
- WELL, COULD YOU CALL 999
OR SOMETHING?
- NO, THERE'S NO SIGNAL.
- [wheezing]
- DID YOU CHECK THE FLOOR?
- NO.
AH! GOT IT! GOT IT!
GOT IT! HERE, HERE, HERE,
- COME ON. COME ON.
- HERE.
- COME ON, HERE WE GO.
[inhaler whooshing]
OKAY, LET OUT. LET OUT.
OKAY, ONE MORE. ONE MORE.
[inhaler whooshing]
OKAY.
- EMMA.
- GOOD GIRL. GOOD GIRL.
GOOD GIRL, YOU'VE GOT IT.
YOU'VE GOT IT.
THAT'S REALLY BRIGHT.
ARE YOU RECORDING THIS?
- THE LIGHT ONLY WORKS WHEN
YOU'RE RECORDING.
- ALL RIGHT, WELL,
JUST TURN IT OFF.
- DON'T TURN OUT THE LIGHT.
- WHAT'S ALL THE NOISE?
- OH, SORRY I WOKE YOU.
- SHE'S HAD A PANIC ATTACK.
- IT WAS AN ASTHMA ATTACK.
- ALL RIGHT, BUT WHATEVER I WAS, IT'S FINE NOW, ISN'T IT?
COME ON.
JUST TAKE A DEEP BREATH.
- I HAD THIS HORRIBLE
NIGHTMARE.
- ALL RIGHT, WHY DON'T YOU JUS RELAX?
- IT'S NOT REAL.
- YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.
- IT WAS HORRIBLE.
- RELAX.
- OKAY.
- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, EMMA?
- SHE'S FINE.
- I DREAMT ABOUT THAT TREE.
THE BRANCHES CAME TO LIFE,
AND THEY WERE STRANGLING ME.
I COULDN'T BREATHE.
[birds chirping]
- WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND?
- OH, NO, NO CAMERA TODAY.
I LOOK LIKE SHIT.
- COME ON.
YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.
- YEAH, RIGHT.
[sighs]
[clinking]
I FOUND THE CHURCH KEYS,
THE OLD CHURCH ROLLS,
AND THEN LOTS OF REALLY WEIRD
SHIT.
LOOK AT THIS.
THEY DIED FIVE YEARS AGO.
GOD, THEY'RE SO YOUNG AND SWEET.
I MEAN, THAT COULD BE YOU AND
LYNNE OR SCOTT AND ME.
LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE BURIED
TOGETHER.
GRANDDAD MUST HAVE PERFORMED
THE SERVICE.
THIS IS WHAT REALLY FREAKS ME
OUT.
IF WE LOOK IN HERE, AT THIS
NEWSPAPER ARTICLE FROM A LOCAL
PAPER ABOUT HOW THEY DIED,
THEY HANGED THEMSELVES,
SOME FORM OF SUICIDE PACT,
FROM THAT OLD TREE.
HERE'S ANOTHER FILE
THAT'S SO SIMILAR.
LOOK AT THE COUPLE,
AND THEY HANGED THEMSELVES
AT THAT TREE TOO, AND...
I THINK GRANDDAD BURIED
THEM TOO.
I MEAN, UGH,
THE THOUGHT OF GRANDDAD DEALING
WITH THIS ALL ALONE.
- WHAT ABOUT THAT ONE?
- THAT'S THE WORST ONE.
ANNE MASTERS AND JASON BROWN.
THEY WERE BURIED JUST THREE DAYS
BEFORE GRANDDAD DIED.
WHY COUPLES?
WHY HERE?
- THERE'S THIS PLACE IN LONDON.
IT'S A BRIDGE.
IT'S GOT A LONG DROP
TO A ROAD BENEATH IT.
IT'S KNOWN AS SUICIDE BRIDGE.
PEOPLE, THEY COME FROM ALL
AROUND TO, UH...WELL, END THINGS
THERE.
I GUESS PLACES GET ASSOCIATED
WITH IT.
MAYBE THERE'S LIKE A...
I DON'T KNOW, LIKE A WEIRD SENSE
OF CAMARADERIE ABOUT IT.
[indistinct conversation]
- SO HOW LONG WILL YOU
BE STAYING?
- JUST THIS WEEKEND.
AND THEN WE HAND OVER THE KEYS.
OH, THIS IS JAMES.
- AH, JAMES.
- HELLO.
- CHARLES JOHNSON.
- NICE TO MEET YOU.
- AND YOU.
- GRANDDAD'S OLD PARISH IS
DISAPPEARING AND BEING MERGED
WITH ST. JOHN'S.
WILL YOU MOVE TO ST. JOHNS?
- WELL, IT'S NOT CONFIRMED YET.
ANYWAY, EMMA, JAMES,
I'M OFF TO A MEETING.
SO IT'S BEEN LOVELY TO MEET YOU.
- REVEREND, THERE WERE A FEW
THINGS I FOUND IN WITH
GRANDDAD'S STUFF,
UM, STUFF TO DO WITH SUICIDES.
- UM...
SORRY.
WOULD YOU MIND IF WE JUST TURN
THE CAMERA OFF?
- YEAH, SORRY.
- EMMA, TO BE PERFECTLY HONEST,
IT'S NOT SOMETHING I AND THE
COMMUNITY DISCUSS.
- YEAH, BUT SO MANY SUICIDES
OVER THE YEARS.
I MEAN, MY GRANDDAD MUST HAVE
BURIED THE LOT OF THEM.
- EMMA, THE LEGEND JUS ROMANTICIZES SOME
HORRIFIC EVENTS, SO--
- WHAT LEGEND?
- WELL, I THOUGHT YOU KNEW.
- HAVE THERE BEEN SUICIDES
RECENTLY?
- OH, NO.
NO, NOT FOR A LONG TIME.
UM, ANYWAY, ENJOY DUNWICH,
AND THANK YOU FOR THESE,
AND HOPEFULLY, WE'LL SEE YOU
HERE AGAIN SOON.
TAKE CARE.
BYE.
- THAT WAS SO WEIRD.
DID YOU GET THAT?
ARE YOU RECORDING?
- YEAH. GOD, YEAH.
- GOOD.
- LOOK AT THIS.
THAT'S DEFINITELY THE TREE,
RIGHT?
- THAT'S DEFINITELY THE SAME
ONE.
IS THERE A DATE ON IT?
- 1650.
AND WEREN'T YOU GOING OUT WITH
A HOCKEY CAPTAIN
FROM ST. ALOYSIUS?
- WERE YOU?
- OH, GOD, YEAH.
UM, SLIGHTLY EMBARRASSING.
I CAME IN WITH A CENTER FORWARD,
AND I LEFT WITH A RIGHT WING.
- NO.
- YEAH, WE HAD A--
- DIRTY MAN.
- WE HAD A SLIGHTLY
EMBARRASSING LITTLE CROSSOVER
MOMENT.
- THAT'S TERRIBLE.
- YEAH, SHE HAD MY
TRAIN TICKET.
[laughs]
- SERIOUSLY, I DIDN'T THINK
YOU'D DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
- OH, YOU'RE SO SQUARE, HONEY.
[laughter]
- SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS,
THE GIRLS FROM PARRSWOOD
WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?
- NO, I DIDN'T SAY THAT.
- NO?
I'M PRETTY SURE HE DID,
DIDN'T HE?
- IN FACT, DIDN'T YOU AND I
HAVE A LITTLE DANCE?
- MM-HMM.
- YEAH, SHE WAS QUITE SAUCY A SCHOOL, THIS ONE.
SCHOOL BAD GIRL MAYBE?
- OH, I HAD MY BAD MOMENTS.
DIDN'T WE ALL?
- OH, NO, NOT EMMA.
NOT PERFECT PREFECT EMMA.
- OH, I'M SURE SHE DID.
- NO, NO, SHE--
SHE BROUGHT PUNCH TO THE PARTY,
AND I'M PRETTY SURE THA EVERYONE ELSE BROUGHT DRUGS,
DIDN'T THEY, DARLING?
[laughter]
- DO YOU REMEMBER THAT GIRL WHO
WAS SICK IN THE KITCHEN SINK?
- OH, GOD, YEAH.
- WASN'T SHE ONE OF YOUR
FRIENDS, LYNNE?
- YEAH, SARAH BOYD, SHE GO A BIT CARRIED AWAY.
[laughter]
- SO DISGUSTING.
- UH, WELL, I THOUGHT IT WAS A
PARTY; THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE
SUPPOSED TO DO.
[all screaming]
- FUCK!
- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
- SCOTT, SCOTT, SCOTT,
GIVE ME THE CAMERA.
- WHY?
- SCOTT, GIVE ME THE CAMERA.
THERE'S A LIGHT ON THE CAMERA.
- CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN.
- SHH. SHH.
- PUT IT OVER THERE.
PUT IT OVER THERE.
[wings fluttering]
[all screaming]
- OPEN THE WINDOW SO AT LEAS IT CAN FLY OUT THEN.
- JUST STOP MAKING NOISE.
- GET IT OUT.
- CALM DOWN. IT'S JUST A BIRD.
- SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH.
- [laughs]
IT'S GONE.
IT WAS A BIRD.
IT WAS A BIRD.
- [laughs]
- COME ON, MAN, DO IT.
- I'M DOING IT.
- ALL RIGHT, TURN IT DOWN.
- HEY, GUYS.
- YOU GOT IT?
TIME YOU THINK IT IS,
BUT I THINK IT'S GAME TIME.
- OH, NO, I'M NOT.
- NO, COME ON.
WE'RE GONNA PLAY.
WE'RE GONNA PLAY.
BUT WITH A DIFFERENCE.
WE'RE GONNA PLAY
THE SPEED VERSION.
- OH, NO, GUYS,
THIS IS REALLY FUN.
WELL, WHAT PROPERTY CONSULTANTS
DO FOR FUN.
AND HE ALWAYS BLOODY WINS.
- DON'T YOU MEAN ESTATE AGENTS?
- OH!
SMACKED THAT IN THERE, DIDN' YOU?
NO, WE'RE GONNA PLAY
WITH A TWIST.
WE'RE GONNA PUT A SPIN ON IT.
WE'RE GONNA PLAY THE SPEED
STRIP VERSION.
- NO.
- YEAH, SEE THAT SOUNDS
MORE FUN.
- UM, NO, I THINK WE CAN STICK
TO THE USUAL DRINKING VERSION.
- OH, COME ON.
WHERE'S YOUR SENSE OF ADVENTURE?
- NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT.
- AND THE WINNER IS...
LYNNE.
- YES!
SO, LYNNE, UM, WHO ARE YOU GOING
TO CHOOSE TO TAKE OFF
THREE ITEMS OF CLOTHING?
- THAT'S A DIFFICULT ONE,
ACTUALLY.
UM, I THINK--I THINK--NO.
I THINK IT'S GONNA BE SCOTT.
- YEAH, I THINK YOU WOULD BE
RIGHT.
[laughter]
- UNLUCKY, MATE.
- COME ON.
- ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL
RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
FINE.
THREE ITEMS?
- YES.
- THREE.
THREE ITEMS, YOUR RULES.
[snickering]
- I'M GONNA DO IT.
I'M GONNA DO IT PROPERLY.
- SURE.
[laughs]
- DON'T BE A HERO NOW.
[laughter]
- BA-DA, BA-BA
- OH, COME ON.
- BA-DA, BA-BA
- SCOTT.
- HE'S GOT A SONG.
- BA-DA, BA-BA
BA-DA, BA-BA
- HE'S ENJOYING IT.
HE'S ACTUALLY ENJOYING IT.
- BOOM, BA-BA
BA-BA-BA
BA-DA, BA-BA
- OH, THAT'S A SHAME.
THAT'S A REAL SHAME.
- BA-DA, BA-BA
- UGH.
- OH, MY GOD.
[laughter]
- WHAT ARE YOU?
WHAT ARE YOU?
- YOU SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT ME
SOME GLAZERS.
- WE'VE ALL SEEN ENOUGH.
NO, NO, DO NOT BRING JESUS INTO
THIS, PLEASE.
WHAT HAS JESUS DONE TO YOU?
YOU'RE GOING TO HELL, MATE.
- ALL RIGHT, JIMMY BOY...
SOMETHING FOR YOUR RECORD, MATE.
BATHROOM'S FREE.
[footsteps approaching]
[water rushing]
- [groaning]
AND THE BIG REVEAL.
- YEAH, YEAH,
NOW PUT IT BACK.
- OKAY.
- ANYWHERE YOU LIKE.
- I THINK YOU MAY HAVE
FORGOTTEN SOMETHING.
- [chuckles]
THANK YOU.
RIGHT, RIGHT, JIMMY BOY,
JIMMY BOY.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU AND EMMA
KNOWN EACH OTHER?
- BE CAREFUL WITH THE CAMERA.
- NO, NO. COME ON.
HUMOR ME. HUMOR ME.
HOW LONG? HOW LONG? HOW LONG?
- UM, WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER
SINCE WE WERE EIGHT.
- SINCE YOU WERE EIGHT.
- YEAH.
- RIGHT, WELL, I HAVE BROUGH A LITTLE PRESENT FROM HOME.
- WHAT'S THAT?
- VERY GOOD.
- DO YOU WANT TO HAVE A LOOK?
LOOK. LOOK.
- LET ME SEE.
- HOLD IT UP FOR THE CAMERA.
TURN IT ROUND. TURN IT ROUND.
- AW.
- SHOW THE CAMERA.
SHOW THE CAMERA.
- JAMES.
- IT'S A MIX CD I MADE FOR EMMA
ON HER 14TH BIRTHDAY.
- WHAT'S ON IT?
- OH, LET'S LISTEN.
LET'S LISTEN.
LET'S HAVE A LISTEN.
DON'T BE SHY. HERE WE GO.
- ROMEO, HE'S LIMPING
FROM THE BLISTERS
ON HIS FEET
- WHAT IS IT?
I DON'T RECOGNIZE IT.
- IT'S ROMEO AND JULIET.
- [chuckles]
- OH, NO, BECAUSE WE WERE DOING
ROMEO AND JULIETAT SCHOOL.
- [laughs]
OH, MATE.
COME ON.
- SCOTT, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
- OH, COME ON.
IT'S MEANT TO BE A FUN
WEEKEND TRIP.
- YEAH, WHEN DID YOU LOSE
YOUR TACT?
- LOOK, IT'S NOT ABOUT MY TACT.
YOU TREAT HIM LIKE A FUCKING
CHILD, THOUGH.
- YEAH, BUT YOU WON'T END--
- LOOK, WE ALL HAVE A BIT OF
A MOMENT EVERY NOW AND--
- SORRY, WHAT WAS THIS?
- OH, WOW.
HE HAD A PANIC ATTACK.
AND HE HITS A GUY ON THE BUS.
- NO, SCOTT--NO, HE DIDN'T HIT.
HE PUSHED.
- LOOK, WHATEVER IT WAS,
YOU MAKE TOO MUCH OF IT.
HE JUST NEEDS TO GET ON
WITH THINGS.
- SCOTT, IT'S NOT JUST ABOU GETTING ON WITH THINGS.
HE'S SICK--
[sighs]
HOW DID I KNOW WE'D END UP HERE?
- COME ON, YOU.
LET'S PUT SOME DEMONS TO BED.
- [laughs]
- THIS IS DEFINITELY THE ONE
FROM THE PICTURE, YEAH?
- YES, DEFINITELY THE ONE.
- WOW. IT'S LOOKS AMAZING.
- I THINK IT'S REALLY CREEPY.
- [laughs]
NO, IT'S NOT.
- UGH.
[indistinct conversation]
[screams]
[wings fluttering]
SHIT.
- COME ON.
IT WAS JUST A BIRD.
- [gasping]
NO, JAMES, DON'T.
- IT'S FINE.
- COME ON. LET'S GO.
- [chuckles]
IT'S SORT OF COLD.
- GUYS, COME HERE.
- GUYS.
- GUYS, COME HERE.
THERE'S AN IN.
LOOK, IT'S COMPLETELY HOLLOW.
- I KNOW.
- HEY, THIS IS WHERE YOUR MUM
MUST HAVE STOOD.
- NO, HOODED FIGURE MUST HAVE
BEEN OVER THERE.
- WHAT'S THAT GATE?
LET'S HAVE A LOOK.
COME ON!
NOW, I THINK WE CAN GET TO THE
BEACH FROM HERE.
- OH, ARE YOU SURE YOU STILL
WANT TO GO?
THE SUN'S GONE IN.
- OF COURSE I DO.
WE'RE BRITISH.
- [laughs]
- WOW.
WHAT IS THAT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
I'VE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE.
- COME ON, THEN.
- [sighs]
COME ON.
[low monotonous chanting]
- EMMA?
[wings fluttering]
LYNNE?
- [laughs]
- WHO'S--WHO'S THERE?
[low monotonous chanting]
COME ON.
STOP MUCKING ABOUT.
[faint buzzing]
- both: [chanting in Latin]
- [beat boxing]
FRERE JACQUES
FRERE JACQUES
DING, DONG, DO
I--OH...LOOK.
MONKS AND BUGGERY.
- TOGETHER.
- THAT'S WHAT WE WERE PLAYING.
- HARMONY.
- LOOK, IF YOU WANT TO TAKE A
VOW OF SILENCE, IN PARTICULAR,
I THINK THE FRIARS WILL
UNDERSTAND.
- OH, HA, HA.
COME UP HERE.
THERE'S A CHAPEL WITH AN ALTAR.
YOU ARE TAKING ME UP THE AISLE.
- OKAY, REHEARSAL.
DO YOU, EMMA TYLER...
- LET'S JUST GO TO THE BEACH.
- TAKE ME, SCOTT HENRY BRIAN...
- [giggles] HENRY.
- HENRY BRIAN...
- YEAH.
- TO BE YOUR LAWFULLY
WEDDED HUSBAND?
- UM...
- UM?
NO, DON'T DO THAT ON THE DAY.
- [giggles]
- JAMES.
[whistles]
GET HER ANSWER THEN. COME ON.
I CAN USE THIS.
- I DO.
- YOU DO.
AND YOU MAY NOW
KISS YOUR HUSBAND.
- [giggles]
- [sighs]
- [giggles]
- [panting]
WHERE ARE YOU?
[panting]
[woman screams]
[panting]
- LOOK.
- IS IT STILL ALIVE?
- IT COULDN'T.
- WHAT'S WRONG?
YEAH, THAT'S THE SAME ONE.
NO, LOOK.
- IT'S GOT AWAY OR SOMETHING.
- [breathing heavily]
[panting]
[indistinct conversation]
[laughter]
[indistinct conversation]
- [laughs]
[birds chirping]
- JAMES, DON'T GET TOO CLOSE TO
THE EDGE, OKAY?
- LET'S JUMP.
- JAMES!
[sighs]
SHIT.
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
FUCK'S SAKE.
- EMMA.
HERE WE HAVE TWO STRANGERS
STROLLING DOWN THE BEACH.
- JAMES?
- THEY PROBABLY JUST HAPPEN TO
BE GOING IN THE SAME DIRECTION.
- JAMES.
HAVE YOU GOT ANY SIGNAL?
I STILL CAN'T GET ANY, AND I'VE
REALLY GOT TO GET AHOLD OF KYLE.
CAN I USE YOUR PHONE?
JAMES?
- OH!
- [shrieking]
- EMMA.
EMMA, I WANT YOU TO TELL THE
CAMERA ABOUT SCOTT.
- I'M NOT TELLING THE CAMERA.
- COME ON.
I'M YOUR OLDEST FRIEND.
YOU CAN TELL ME.
- UGH...
OKAY.
UH, MY SCOTT.
WELL, HE'S TALL, DARK,
AND HANDSOME.
[giggles]
HE'S SPORTY, GENEROUS, AND--
WELL, HE'S REALLY ROMANTIC.
HE CRIES MORE AT THOSE FILMS...
- [snickers]
- THAN I DO.
SHUT UP.
[giggles]
UM, SUCCESSFUL.
- A SUCCESSFUL ESTATE AGENT,
ARE YOU SURE?
- UH, DON'T BE CHEEKY.
- [chuckles]
DON'T YOU THINK YOU'RE TOO YOUNG
TO BE GETTING MARRIED?
- NO.
I MEAN, MY MUM AND DAD WERE
YOUNGER THAN WE ARE, AND...
I THINK WHEN IT'S RIGHT...
I THINK WHEN IT'S RIGHT,
YOU JUST KNOW.
- DO YOU, UM...
DO YOU EVER THINK WE FORGE THINGS ABOUT PEOPLE TO MAKE THEM
FIT OUR IDEAL?
- SCOTT'S TRYING REALLY HARD
THIS WEEKEND, JAMES.
COME ON, GIVE ME THE CAMERA.
COME ON.
- ALL RIGHT.
- OKAY.
NOW...
[giggles]
LOOKS GREAT.
OKAY.
- WHAT?
- IT'S YOUR TURN.
I WANT YOU TO TELL THE CAMERA
ABOUT YOU AND LYNNE.
- NO, COME ON.
- WHY? COME ON.
FAIR'S FAIR.
- ALL RIGHT. LYNNE.
LYNNE, UH...
LYNNE'S GOOD.
WE HAVE A LOT OF FUN.
SHE'S A VERY GOOD MOTHER.
SHE'S GREAT IN BED.
TAUGHT ME A THING OR TWO,
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
- YEAH, THANK YOU.
THAT'S ENOUGH, I THINK.
BUT YOU'RE HAPPY, YEAH?
- YEAH.
- AND LAST YEAR'S RIGHT BEHIND
YOU.
- YEAH, YEAH.
WAY BEHIND ME.
- HEY, YOU TWO.
- OH, I'M GONNA GO SKIM.
- YEAH, YEAH.
HAVE FUN.
- YEAH?
[giggles]
- COME ON, JAMES.
WE NEED TO TALK.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- FILMING.
- WHAT ARE YOU FILMING FOR?
- AN INSIGHTFUL DOCUMENTARY ON
LOCAL FISHING HABITS.
- WHITING, COD,
BIT OF SEA BREAM.
[chuckles]
LOOK AT THAT.
- EMMA, THIS KNOWLEDGEABLE
YOUNG MAN KNOWS ALL
ABOUT THE LEGEND.
- NO WAY.
- SO IN MEDIEVAL TIMES, THE
MONK FALLS IN LOVE WITH THE
SQUIRE'S DAUGHTER.
AND THEY'RE FORBIDDEN TO MARRY.
SO THEY HUNG THEMSELVES IN A
LOVER'S PACT FROM THE OLD HOLLOW
TREE.
- OOH...
- THAT'S ONE VERSION.
- WHAT'S THE OTHER?
- SAME MONK, SAME SQUIRE'S
DAUGHTER, BUT HE PURSUES HER,
BUT SHE WON'T HAVE HIM.
SO HE STRINGS HER UP.
THE SQUIRE CATCHES THE MONK,
HANGS, DRAWS, AND QUARTERS HIM.
- OOH...
- WHICH DO YOU PREFER?
- WHAT DO THEY SAY ABOU GREYFRIAR'S HOLLOW TODAY?
- UH, WE JUST AVOID IT.
IT'S A BAD PLACE WITH A BAD
HISTORY.
WHATEVER YOU TAKE IN THERE...
YOUR HEAD GETS TWISTED.
- [chuckles]
- BUT THEN I--
WELL, I PITCHED IT.
- PITCHED IT?
- I PITCHED IT.
I OFFICIALLY ASKED THEM.
[windshield wipers thumping]
[murmuring]
[fly buzzing]
- EMMA, LOOK AT THIS.
- CAN YOU LEAVE THE CAMERA?
- I HAVE FOUND THE KEY
TO THE MYSTERY.
- WHAT IS IT?
- THERE'S A CHAPTER ABOUT THE
HAUNTING OF GREYFRIAR'S HOLLOW.
"SINCE MEDIEVAL TIMES, THE AREA
HAS A HISTORY OF HANGINGS AND
SUICIDES.
LEGEND HAS IT THAT THE GREYFRIAR
CAN GRANT ABSOLUTION TO LOVERS
WHO DIE THERE."
WHAT'S ABSOLUTION?
- SO SUICIDE IS A CARDINAL SIN,
WHICH MEANS YOU GO TO HELL.
IF YOU GET ABSOLUTION, YOU CAN
STILL GO TO HEAVEN.
- BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT THE
LOCALS THINK.
THEY BELIEVE THAT THE SPIRIT IS
MALEVOLENT AND WILLS PEOPLE TO
EVIL DEEDS.
[laughs]
LISTEN TO THIS:
"AFTER A SPATE OF SUICIDES IN
1983, THE LOCAL PARISH WAS
REQUESTED TO PERFORM AN
EXORCISM."
- WHERE WAS THIS BOOK?
- THE DRAWER IN THE HALLWAY
DRESSER.
- BUT I CLEARED THAT OU YESTERDAY.
JAMES?
- NO, I'VE NEVER SEEN I BEFORE.
- SCOTT, YOU'RE MUCKING ABOUT.
- NO.
SO I THINK IT'S TIME WE SET THE
MOOD.
- OH, MY.
- IS THAT NOT THE BIGGEST,
FATTEST BAG OF CHARLIE YOU HAVE
EVER FUCKING SEEN?
- FUCKING HUGE.
- THERE'S ONLY FOUR OF US.
THERE'S NOT A PARTY FOR 20.
- WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GE THAT?
- NO, NO, NO, YOU NEVER REVEAL
YOUR SOURCES.
YOU NEVER, EVER REVEAL YOUR
SOURCES.
- NICE WORK.
EXCELLENT WORK.
- I THOUGHT WE SAID WE WEREN' GONNA DO IT AGAIN.
- WHAT?
- NO, COME ON, JAMES IS UP
FOR IT, AREN'T YOU, JAMES?
OH, WELL, LYNNE'S UP FOR IT,
AREN'T YOU, LYNNE?
- I'M DEFINITELY UP FOR IT.
- YUP, AND THAT'S MADE US TWO.
JAMES?
- COME ON.
- YES, I SAID YES.
- THAT'S THREE.
EMMA.
- COME ON, EMMA.
- COME ON.
- COME ON.
- FUCK IT. OKAY. OKAY.
- YES! THAT'S FOUR.
DO--YEAH, LIKE THAT.
- I LIKE THIS ONE.
- THAT'S LIKE--BOO.
THE WEDDING ONE.
AH!
[giggles]
- IT'S THE WEDDING DANCE.
- THE WEDDING DANCE, YEAH.
COME ON, DO IT PROPERLY.
- I AM DOING IT PROPERLY.
[giggles]
- I'M NOT JUST HERE TO MAKE
UP THE FUCKING NUMBERS, JAMES?
HE WANTS ME.
HE'S HAD HIS FUCKING HANDS ALL
OVER ME ALL NIGHT, AND NO ONE'S
SAID ANYTHING.
IS THAT WHAT I'M HERE FOR?
AM I THE FUCKING BAIT?
[rhythmic banging]
- YES!
- YEAH!
- OKAY, SO GRANDDAD BASICALLY
WAS OBSESSED WITH THIS FUCKING
HOODED FIGURE, RIGHT?
- UH-HUH.
- YOU CAN SEE IT IN THE
PICTURES.
IT'S ALL OVER HIS BOOKS.
IT'S EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE, OKAY?
SO THIS THING, IT FUCKING
LIVES--IT LIVES IN THAT FUCKING
HOLLOW, RIGHT?
THAT WE SAW, OKAY?
- YEAH. YEAH.
- AND THIS THING, IT FUCKING
PREYS ON YOUR, LIKE, NEGATIVE
THOUGHTS AND SHIT.
- NO WAY!
- I'M NOT FUCKING WITH YOU,
ALL RIGHT?
AND IT GETS IN YOUR MIND,
AND IT GETS YOU TO DO THESE
FUCKING SHIT CRAZY THINGS...
- FUCKING CRAZY SHIT.
- YOU NEVER THINK THAT YOU'RE
GONNA DO, I SWEAR TO GOD, RIGHT.
AND GRANDDAD KNEW IT.
I MEAN, HE FUCKING KNEW IT.
IT'S IN ALL HIS BOOKS.
AND IT'S EVERYWHERE.
AND HE FUCKING KNEW.
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT?
THE FUCKING VICAR KNOWS, AND HE
DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT.
- OH, HE FUCKING DID.
HE FUCKING DID.
GO ON, EMMA, THAT'S IT.
YEAH! TELL HIM!
COME ON, LET'S GO.
YOU KNOW WHAT? LET'S--
BIBLES.
- NO, NO, NO, THAT'S VAMPIRES.
- HOLY WATER.
HOLY WATER.
- OH, YES!
- GRANDDAD'S GRANDDAUGHTER,
A MOUSE OR AN AVENGING ANGEL?
- FUCKING AVENGING ANGEL!
- AVENGING ANGEL, THAT'S RIGHT.
COME ON, COME ON.
RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT.
THIS IS GOOD.
[cheering]
[laughter]
- IT LOOKS LIKE THERE'S
A FUCKING FIRE.
- LOOK AT THIS.
THIS IS WHERE I WANTED
MY GARDEN.
OH, LOOK.
YOU CAN DO SHADOWS ON THE WALL.
[screeching in distance]
- HI.
[laughter]
- I WANT TO BE NAKED NOW.
- THERE YOU GO,
MARGARET ELIZABETH.
- NO, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.
- THERE WE GO.
HELLO.
NICE LITTLE SCARF.
- OH, THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS.
- RIGHT?
THOUGH, LOOKIT.
- HE WILL JUST ROCK--
- NO, DON'T GO OVER THERE.
THEY'RE THE FRESH ONES.
DON'T GET THE FRESH ONES.
- I THINK YOUR TIME IS LIMITED,
MY FRIENDS.
- WE HAVE COME FOR YOUR HOLY
WATER, GOD.
- HAVE YOU GOT THE KEY?
- DON'T NEED A FUCKING KEY
WHERE I'M GOING, DARLING.
- [laughs]
- NO, SCOTT, DON'T.
- YEAH, GO! GO! GO! GO!
- DON'T GO IN!
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.
PLEASE DON'T GO IN.
PLEASE DON'T GO IN.
- OH, JESUS!
- NO, SCOTT.
[crying]
- YES! THAT'S WHAT WE
FUCKING NEED.
- FASTER!
- WE'RE GONNA GET--
WE'RE GONNA CRASH.
CAN WE--CAN WE GO HOME?
[tires screeching]
- SHIT.
- WELL DONE, SCOTT.
- I DEFINITELY DON'T THINK
WE'RE GETTING OUT TONIGHT.
- IT WAS PRETTY FUCKING COOL,
THOUGH, A FULL 180.
- YOU NEARLY FUCKING KILLED US.
- CHILL OUT.
- YEAH, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO
NOW, SCOTT?
- SCOTT'S DRIVING SKILLS.
- [laughs mockingly]
- NOW WHAT?
- RIGHT.
DO ANOTHER LINE.
- THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
- AND THEN WE'LL GE THE CAR OUT.
- ARE YOU SERIOUS?
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WENT IN THE
FUCKING CHURCH, SCOTT.
- SHALL WE, LYNNE?
- LET'S.
- YEAH, YOU TWO GO RIGH FUCKING AHEAD.
[indistinct conversation]
- OKAY, EMMA.
20 QUESTIONS.
- CAN YOU TURN OFF THE CAMERA,
PLEASE?
- COME ON, LET'S PLAY.
PLEASE?
- OKAY, QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
STUFF, LIFE.
- SOUNDS OMINOUS.
- WAIT AND SEE.
WHY DID WE SPLIT UP?
- JAMES, I'M NOT GONNA TALK
ABOUT THIS NOW.
- NO, JUST...
I WANT IT FOR THE RECORD.
- YEAH, WELL, I DON'T THINK
IT'S GONNA HELP ANYONE.
- IT'S SOMETHING THAT MY DOCTOR
SUGGESTED.
THAT'S ALL.
- REALLY?
- YEAH.
[Lynne and Scott laughing]
- OKAY, WELL...
WE WERE FRIENDS, AND IT SHOULD
HAVE STAYED THAT WAY.
- YEAH, BUT WE WERE
BEYOND FRIENDS.
YOU SAID THAT.
- I SAID A LOT THINGS, JAMES.
- I THINK, UM...
I THINK THAT TIME HAS
CONFUSED YOU.
I THINK THAT, UH...
- JAMES, YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE
IN YOUR HEAD.
CAN YOU HEAR YOURSELF?
I MEAN...
IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
- YOU'VE FORGOTTEN.
- IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
I MEAN, WHAT ABOUT LYNNE
AND KYLE?
- CUCKOOS IN THE NEST.
- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT LYNNE
AND KYLE.
- HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?
- SCOTT IS NOT RIGHT FOR YOU.
- FUCK YOU.
I'M NOT--I'M NO LISTENING TO THAT.
- EMMA.
- SHIT. GET OFF ME.
- WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
- BACK TO THE HOUSE.
- [sighs]
- [crying]
[crying continues]
[sobbing]
[breathing heavily]
[rustling]
WHO'S THERE?
[breathing heavily]
[rustling]
WHO'S THERE?
SHIT.
[breathing heavily]
SCOTT?
JAMES?
[breathing heavily]
[wheezing]
[screams]
[wheezing]
[wheezing]
[screams]
[whimpering]
[wheezing]
- IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
HERE.
[inhaler whooshing]
- [wheezing]
- TAKE ANOTHER BREATH, OKAY?
[inhaler whooshing]
ARE YOU OKAY?
- FUCK. FUCK.
[mumbling]
HOLY SHIT.
WE'RE AT THE TREE.
WE'RE AT THE TREE.
WE'RE AT THE FUCKING TREE.
SHIT. HOW THE--
HOW THE FUCK DID WE GET HERE?
- YOU RAN THE WRONG WAY
FROM THE CAR.
- [breathing heavily]
- I CAME TO TELL YOU.
- [breathing heavily]
[engine revving]
[car doors slam]
- THERE YOU ARE.
- I TOLD YOU SHE'D BE HERE.
- WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU COME
AFTER ME?
- WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT'S WRONG?
WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT'S WRONG?
- WE'RE AT THE FUCKING TREE.
- ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.
- PLEASE, NO, WE NEED TO GO.
WE NEED TO GO.
- NO, NO, NO, NO.
COME ON, THEN!
TAKE ANOTHER WOMAN IN THE DARK?
WELL, I'M BIGGER THAN HER.
TAKE ME INSTEAD.
HOLY WATER.
COME OUT!
[water splashes]
COME OUT!
- SCOTT, I WANT TO GO HOME.
[sniffling]
SCOTT.
SCOTT?
[screeching in the distance]
- UGH.
- COME OUT!
- [whimpering]
[crying]
SCOTT, LET'S GO.
- COME OUT!
[screeching in the distance]
- [breathing heavily]
- JAMES, COME WITH ME.
LET'S GO.
- [breathing heavily]
- JAMES?
[whimpering]
OH, FUCK.
OH, NO.
NO, NO, NO, NO.
[screams]
[whimpering]
WHERE'S THE LIGHT?
WHERE'S THE LIGHT?
[crying]
I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!
FUCKING GET OFF HIM!
[women screaming]
[James laughing]
- YOU MAD FUCK.
YOU MAD FUCK.
I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!
I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!
- [laughs]
- [screams]
YOU FUCK!
[screams]
DIE, YOU FUCK!
- [choking]
- I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!
[screams]
- [coughing]
- NO, BABY, LOOK--LOOK.
LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME.
I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.
I FUCKING LOVE YOU, OKAY?
I LOVE YOU. IT'S THIS PLACE.
IT'S NOT REAL.
IT'S NOT REAL.
IT'S NOT FUCKING REAL.
OKAY, JAMES--
- FUCK!
- IT'S NOT FUCKING REAL.
YOU'RE MY FRIEND.
YOU'RE MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND.
SO JUST PLEASE...
OH, FUCK. FUCK. FUCK ME.
- WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
COME ON!
COME ON! COME ON!
JAMES, WHERE'S THE FUCKING
LIGHT!
JAMES!
[birds chirping]
- AND HERE WE HAVE A BEAUTIFUL
MORNING, START OF AN AMAZING
DAY.
BOY, EMMA,
I'M GLAD ALL THIS CRAZINESS
IS ALL OVER.
SOMEHOW WE LOST EACH OTHER FOR
A WHILE THERE.
DIDN'T KNOW WE'D EVER COME BACK
TOGETHER.
BUT THIS IS THE START OF THE
REST OF OUR LIVES,
JUST YOU AND ME.
IT'S GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL,
EMMA, JUST BEAUTIFUL.
- THAT WAS A BIG NIGHT.
[grunts]
YOU KNOW, I THINK WE HAD SOME
WEIRD CHARLIE, BECAUSE THAT WAS
SOME STRANGE SHIT.
[scoffs]
YOU'RE STILL AT IT WITH THA FUCKING CAMERA.
WHERE'S LYNNE?
- UH, SHE'S TRYING TO CALL
HER BOY.
- WE'RE GOING FOR A WALK.
- I'M HAVING BREAKFAST.
- WE'RE GOING FOR A WALK.
- LOOK, JUST LEAVE IT.
IT WAS BAD CHARLIE.
- UH, LOOK, I'M REALLY SORRY,
BUT I KIND OF NEED TO GET BACK
TO KYLE, SO--
- YEAH, WELL, I'VE GOT TO HAND
THE KEYS OVER AT 5:00, SO WE
HAVE TO STAY HERE TILL THEN.
- RIGHT.
OKAY, UM...
WELL, COULD SOMEONE CALL ME A
TAXI OR SOMETHING?
- YEAH, WHY DOESN'T SOMEONE
CALL HER A CAB?
- NO, NO, NO.
WE'LL GO FOR A WALK.
AND THEN WHEN I GET BACK, I'LL
RUN YOU TO A PHONE BOX,
AND YOU CAN CALL KYLE.
HOW'S THAT?
- SO NOW SHE CARES ABOUT KYLE.
- WHY DON'T YOU MIND YOUR OWN
FUCKING BUSINESS?
- SCOTT, WE'RE GOING FOR
A WALK.
- I COULDN'T GET THROUGH.
THANKS FOR ASKING.
YOU KNOW, DO YOU EVEN GIVE A
SHIT ABOUT ME, JAMES?
JUST GET THAT FUCKING CAMERA OU OF MY FACE.
[birds chirping]
- SO THIS IS GOOD-BYE, SCOTT.
AFTER LAST NIGHT, I REALIZED I
DON'T KNOW YOU.
BUT NOW I CAN SEE CLEARLY FOR
THE FIRST TIME IN SO LONG.
AND WE'RE NOT RIGHT.
WE NEVER WERE.
ONE LAST HUG.
[sighs]
[horses neigh]
- JAMES, CAN YOU COME
AND HELP ME?
YOU CAN STOP FILMING.
I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER THIS
WEEKEND.
PLEASE JUST DELETE EVERYTHING.
- SO, UM, HOW ARE THINGS WITH
YOU AND SCOTT?
- NOT FEELING GREAT RIGHT NOW.
- MAYBE SOMETHING GOOD COULD
COME OF IT.
- LIKE WHAT?
- WELL, LIKE, UM...
[clears throat]
MAYBE...
BECAUSE WE--WE LOST EACH OTHER
THERE FOR A WHILE, BUT...
BUT, WELL--BUT NOW...
WITH ALL THIS, IT SEEMS CLEAR,
I MEAN, YOU AND ME.
- JAMES, STOP.
COME ON.
LET'S GO FOR A DRIVE.
YOU OKAY?
- YEAH, I'M OKAY.
- ARE YOU SURE?
- YUP.
CAN WE JUST WATCH THE SEA
FOR A WHILE?
- SURE.
OR WE COULD, UH...
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- I FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING'S
CHANGED.
YOU KNOW, ME AND SCOTT,
IT'S JUST...
[sighs]
- MY DOCTOR TAUGHT THIS COPING
TECHNIQUE.
HE SAID THAT, UM...
WHENEVER YOU HAVE ANY BAD
THOUGHTS, YOU JUST IMAGINE
YOURSELF ON A BOA IN THE MIDDLE OF A BEAUTIFUL
OCEAN, CRYSTAL CLEAR WATER.
AND YOU WRITE YOUR BAD THOUGH DOWN ON A PIECE OF PAPER,
AND YOU TIE IT TO A STONE,
AND YOU THROW IT OFF THE SIDE,
AND YOU JUST WATCH.
YOU WATCH AS IT SINKS
TILL YOU CAN'T SEE IT ANYMORE.
IT'S A GOOD TECHNIQUE.
IT DOES WORK.
IT'S JUST THAT...
[sighs]
SOMETIMES, THEY FLOAT...
ALL THE WAY BACK UP TO THE
SURFACE.
THEY SHOULDN'T.
BUT THEY DO.
THEY FLOAT.
WHAT CAN YOU DO, EH?
WHAT CAN YOU DO?
- YOU KNOW YOU'RE MY BES FRIEND, DON'T YOU?
- YEAH, OF COURSE.
- AND WE'LL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS.
BUT YOU KNOW THERE CAN'T BE
ANYTHING ELSE.
THERE CAN'T BE ANYTHING MORE.
- YUP.
- OKAY.
YOU OKAY?
- YEAH.
- YOU SURE?
- MM-HMM.
- OKAY.
WE SHOULD PROBABLY GO BACK.
- YEAH.
- [chuckles]
[sighs]
IT'S NOT ON IS IT?
THE CAMERA?
- NO, NO.
- OKAY, WELL, YOU MIGHT WANT TO
MOVE IT.
[engine turning over]
- [panting]
- MY PREDECESSORS,
YOUR GRANDFATHER, AND OTHERS
HAVE TRIED TO DO SOMETHING ABOU IT AND FAILED.
- BUT THE CHURCH MUST HELP.
- NO, WE MUST AVOID IT.
- DO YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT DIED
THERE?
- I'M NOT GONNA DISCUSS THIS.
- THEY CAME HERE FOR
ABSOLUTION.
- I CAN'T HELP YOU.
GOOD-BYE.
- SHIT.
- [breathing heavily]
[birds squawking]
[breathing heavily]
[birds chirping]
- JAMES.
WHERE'S JAMES?
HE'S LEFT HIS PRECIOUS CAMERA.
YOU'RE FUCKING RUNNING CIRCLES
FOR HIM, AND HE'S LOVING EVERY
MINUTE OF IT.
- WHICH WAY DID HE GO?
WHICH WAY?
JAMES?
JAMES?
JAMES?
- I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE BACK
HERE.
COULD YOU JUST LE THAT NUTTER GO?
- LOOK, I'M WORRIED
ABOUT HIM, OKAY?
I'M WORRIED ABOU WHAT HE MIGHT DO.
- LOOK, CAN WE JUST GO, PLEASE?
I JUST NEED TO GET BACK
TO MY LITTLE BOY.
- IT'S YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND,
LYNNE.
- WE'RE WELL DONE.
AND YOU'RE WELCOME TO HIM.
- FUCK.
[breathing heavily]
JAMES?
[breathing heavily]
- [screaming]
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- [screaming]
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- [screaming]
- JIMMY?
- JAMES?
- OW, FUCK!
- WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
- I'VE JUST GONE OVER IN THA FUCKING POTHOLE.
- ALL RIGHT.
SHE'S TWISTED HER ANKLE.
WE NEED TO GO HOME NOW.
- SHE'S FINE; YOU'RE FINE.
- THIS IS IT; WE'RE STOPPING.
EMMA, WE NEED THE LIGHT!
EMMA, COME ON!
- [breathing heavily]
[screams]
- WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
IT'S US! IT'S US!
CALM DOWN!
WE'RE STOPPING.
NO, WE'RE STOPPING
THIS FUCKING WILD GOOSE CHASE.
COME ON.
EMMA, COME ON!
WE NEED THE FUCKING LIGHT.
- EMMA!
- [screaming]
- OH, THAT CAME FROM
THE CLIFFS!
JAMES!
- EMMA!
- SHIT!
- WHERE ARE YOU?
- SHIT.
JAMES!
- [screaming]
- JAMES!
[breathing heavily]
JAMES!
- [screaming]
- JAMES!
[breathing heavily]
OH, GOD!
IT'S FLOATING! IT'S FLOATING!
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S
FLOATING?
GIVE ME THE LIGHT.
[breathing heavily]
JAMES.
JAMES, STOP THIS.
JAMES.
[all screaming]
[breathing heavily]
- SHH.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
WHAT WAS IT?
- IT'S HIS COAT.
IT'S JUST HIS FUCKING COAT.
- WHERE'S JAMES?
- IT'S JUST HIS COAT.
- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
- I THINK HE WENT OVER THE
FUCKING EDGE.
LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
- WHAT ABOUT JAMES?
- JUST GET BACK TO THE CAR.
- HAS HE GONE OVER?
- I DON'T KNOW.
IT WAS TOO DARK.
COME ON.
SHIT.
THEY ALL FUCKIN' LOOK THE SAME.
UH...
- WHAT IS IT?
- MIDDLE ONE. MIDDLE ONE.
- NO, TURN THAT NEXT ONE.
- IT'S THE NEXT ONE.
IT'S THE NEXT ONE.
- JUST TRY IT.
- BE QUIET. BE QUIET.
SHH. SHH.
- OH, MY GOD.
- OH, NO.
- WHAT?
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- OH, MY GOD.
- WHAT THE FUCK?
- OH.
OH, SHIT.
[girls whimpering]
COME ON. TURN AROUND.
WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT.
GO. RUN.
EMMA, FUCKING MOVE.
JIMMY!
- FUCK!
- GO!
[panting]
GO BACK TO THE CAR!
GET IN! GET IN!
TAKE THIS.
- OH, NO!
[all panting]
- WHAT JUST HAPPENED?
WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.
- WHAT ABOUT JAMES?
- LEAVE HIM.
- WE CAN'T LEAVE HIM.
- WELL, DID HE GO OVER THE
CLIFF?
AND WHAT DID YOU SEE EXACTLY?
- I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING.
- RIGHT.
WELL, THEN WE NEED TO LEAVE.
THERE'S A PHONE BOX.
- WHAT?
- THERE'S A PHONE BOX
JUST DOWN THE ROAD.
WE CAN USE IT TO GE HELP FOR JAMES.
LET'S JUST GO.
WE CAN CALL FOR HELP WHEN WE
FIND A SIGNAL.
- SCOTT.
- LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
WE CAN CALL LATER FROM THE ROAD.
- NO.
- EMMA, WE'RE LEAVING.
- GOD.
- FUCK.
- WHAT'S--WHAT'S WRONG?
- IT'S DEAD.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S DEAD?
DID YOU LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON?
- I DON'T THINK SO.
- SHIT.
- OKAY, WELL...WELL, DOES
THE CLUTCH NEED TO BE IN FOR I TO START--
- NO, IT'S A FUCKING AUTOMATIC.
- WELL, WHY ISN'T IT STARTING?
OH, SHIT.
- OKAY, SCOTT, YOU NEED TO GO
AND CHECK THE ENGINE OR
SOMETHING.
- BUT WE CAN GO TO
THE PHONE BOX.
WE CAN CALL FOR HELP FROM THERE.
- NO, LOOK, IF SCOTT FIXES THE
CAR, THEN WE CAN DRIVE TO IT.
- YEAH, WELL, SCOTT'S NEVER
FIXED A CAR IN HIS LIFE.
- WE SHOULD AT LEAST TRY.
- SCOTT.
- ALL RIGHT.
WE GO TO THE PHONE BOX, OKAY?
GIVE ME THAT.
[breathing heavily]
- OH, FUCK.
THERE IT IS.
- [breathing heavily]
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- OKAY. OKAY. OKAY.
DON'T WORRY. DON'T WORRY.
DON'T WORRY.
I'M GONNA HAVE A LOOK.
JUST STAY HERE, OKAY?
JUST STAY HERE.
- OH, SHIT. HOLY SHIT. SCOTT.
SCOTT, BE CAREFUL.
- SHH.
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- OH, NO, NO, NO.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
OH, SHIT.
OH, SHIT.
- OH, NO...IT'S BLOOD.
IT'S BLOOD.
- MAKE THE FUCKING PHONE CALL.
- I CAN'T. I CAN'T.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- IT'S SMASHED; SOMEONE SMASHED
THE FUCKING PHONE.
- [screaming]
- WHAT IS THAT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
- OH! OH, GOD!
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW.
RUN! RUN BACK TO THE CAR!
GO! GO! GO!
- [screams]
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
FASTER.
FASTER! RUN!
RUN! RUN!
- [screams]
- OH, FUCK!
FUCK! FUCK!
GET IN THE CAR!
GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!
- LOCK THE DOORS.
- IT'S NOT WORKING.
- OKAY, PRESS THE LOCKS DOWN.
PRESS THE LOCKS DOWN!
[all panting]
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
[all panting]
- WHAT DID THA TO THE PHONE BOX?
- I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW.
- DO YOU THINK THIS COULD BE
JAMES?
I MEAN...
- NO.
- REALLY?
- NO.
- THEN WHAT IS IT?
- THAT THING,
WHATEVER'S IN THIS PLACE.
- YOU CAN'T BELIEVE THAT.
- LAST NIGHT, IT WAS THERE
WITH US.
I KNOW YOU FELT IT.
- I FELT A LOAD
OF FUCKING DRUGS.
THAT'S WHAT I FELT.
- NO. NO.
THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE.
SCOTT.
IT'S TAKEN JAMES,
AND NOW IT WANTS US.
- OH, SCOTT,
YOU DON'T BELIEVE THAT?
- I THINK THERE MIGHT BE
SOMETHING OUT THERE.
- OH, JESUS CHRIST.
- THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE.
- WHAT?
WHAT?
- THE CAMERA'S RUNNING
OUT OF BATTERY.
- OH, JESUS CHRIST.
- FUCK.
- SCOTT, OKAY, WHY DON'T WE...
WE'LL TAKE THE CAMERA
AND RUN TO THE ROAD,
AND WE CAN FLAG DOWN A CAR,
AND THEY CAN HELP US.
- WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE
OF FUCKING NOWHERE.
- THEY COULD HELP US
FIX OUR CAR.
WE RUN TO THE ROAD WITH
THE LAST OF THE CAMERA LIGHT.
- WE WAIT IN THE CAR, OKAY?
WE WAIT TILL DAWN,
AND WE STICK TOGETHER.
IF WE STICK TOGETHER,
WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS.
- OH, JESUS CHRIST.
THIS IS SUCH A BAD IDEA, GUYS.
OH, FUCK.
- I'M TURNING OFF THE CAMERA.
- NO, SCOTT, PLEASE,
KEEP IT ON.
- WE HAVE TO SAVE THE BATTERY.
- OH, SHIT.
- DID YOU HEAR THAT?
- WHAT?
- [breathing heavily]
- JUST OUT THERE.
[all breathing heavily]
- I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING.
- SHH.
OH, SHIT!
THERE--IT'S THERE.
FUCK! FUCK!
SOMETHING WENT PAST.
- WHAT? WHERE?
- I WAS LOOKING EXACTLY WHERE
YOU WERE.
I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING.
- I SAW SOMETHING.
- YOU'RE JUMPING
AT FUCKING SHADOWS.
- NO, I SAW SOMETHING.
- WHAT TIME IS IT?
- ABOUT 1:00.
- SHE'S WASTING THE LIGHT.
- EMMA, TURN THE LIGHT OFF.
WE NEED THE BATTERY.
- I WANT TO KEEP IT ON.
JUST FOR A MINUTE.
- ONE MINUTE.
- WILL YOU COME INTO THE BACK?
- WE CAN WATCH ALL CORNERS OF
THE CAR IF I STAY HERE.
YOU JUST WOULDN'T LET THINGS GO.
- WHAT THINGS?
- JAMES.
THIS PLACE.
IF YOU THOUGHT THIS PLACE WAS
GENUINELY EVIL, THEN WHY DID YOU
BRING US HERE?
- [sighs]
LOOK, I'M SORRY.
I WAS TRYING TO HELP JAMES.
- YEAH, RIGHT.
- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
- YOU SCREWED HIM UP, EMMA.
YOU STRUNG HIM ALONG FOR YEARS.
- FUCK YOU.
- NO, ACTUALLY, FUCK YOU, EMMA.
- DO YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOUR MINUTE'S UP.
GIVE ME THE CAMERA.
- NO!
HOW MUCH BATTERY IS LEFT?
- 15 MINUTES.
- [sighs]
- LOOK, IF HE DID DO
SOMETHING TO THE CAR,
HE DIDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME.
HE'S PROBABLY JUST TAKEN OFF THE
BATTERY LEADS.
WE SHOULD LOOK.
- DON'T GO OUT THERE, SCOTT.
STAY WITH ME.
- WHATEVER IT IS OUT THERE
HAS A KNIFE.
- TAKE THE WRENCH.
I MEAN, YOU CAN HANDLE JAMES.
AND YOU NEVER HAVE TO BE MORE
THAN A FEW FEET FROM THE DOOR.
- SCOTT, DON'T GO OUT THERE.
- DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.
- SCOTT, I LOVE YOU.
IF YOU GO OUT THERE...
- [sighs]
- I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE
ANYMORE.
- OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, EMMA.
- LOOK, FROM WHERE I CAN SEE,
YOU GUYS ARE PRETTY MUCH OVER
ANYWAY.
- SHUT UP, LYNNE.
- CAN WE JUST FOCUS ON FIXING
THE CAR?
OKAY?
- SCOTT?
SCOTT?
- WHAT?
- AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY
ANYTHING?
SAY SOMETHING.
- I DON'T KNOW.
- DON'T KNOW WHAT?
- I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.
- DON'T SAY THAT.
IT'S...IT'S JUST THIS PLACE.
- NO, IT'S NOT.
- PLEASE, SCOTT.
PLEASE, TELL ME WE'RE OKAY.
JUST TELL ME WE'RE OKAY.
- WHERE'S THE WRENCH?
I'M GONNA GET US OUT OF HERE.
- NO!
NO, SCOTT, PLEASE.
YOU NEED TO STAY IN THE CAR.
- IS IT BY YOUR FEET?
- NO? RIGHT.
THEN IT'S IN THE BOOT.
- SCOTT.
PLEASE, PLEASE, STAY IN THE CAR.
- OKAY, YOU'LL SIT BY THE
IGNITION, THEN, YEAH?
OKAY.
- NO.
- OPEN THE BONNET.
- NO, SCOTT, DON'T.
SCOTT!
- [breathing heavily]
THE BATTERY'S FINE.
THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH--
[screams]
- SCOTT?
SCOTT?
SCOTT!
SCOTT!
[whimpering]
SHUT THE DOOR!
- SCOTT!
SCOTT!
- SCOTT!
- SHUT THE DOOR!
SHUT THE DOOR!
[both crying]
- HE WASN'T FUCKING THERE
ANYMORE.
OH, JESUS.
- SCOTT!
SCOTT!
- SCOTT!
WHERE IS HE?
- I DON'T KNOW.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
WHERE--WHERE IS HE?
- HE WAS JUST GONE.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE?
- DISAPPEARED.
THE LIGHT WAS JUST LYING THERE
AND--
- SCOTT.
SCOTT!
SCOTT!
[crying]
[low growl]
[both screaming]
[car thumping]
- HE'S ON THE RO--ON THE ROOF!
HE'S ON THE ROOF!
[both whimpering]
- SHIT.
[screaming]
[panting]
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
[crying]
- SHH. SHH. SHH.
[car creaking]
[car thumping]
[both breathing heavily]
- WE SHOULDN'T HAVE COME BACK.
WE SHOULDN'T HAVE COME BACK--
- SHH, SHH! QUIET!
WE NEED TO THINK OF A WAY
OUT OF HERE.
I'M GONNA SWITCH OFF THE LIGHT.
- NO!
- WE NEED TO SAVE THE BAT--
[metal scraping and thunking]
- WHAT IS THAT?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
TURN OUT THE LIGHT.
- OH, NOW YOU CARE
ABOUT THE BATTERY.
- PLEASE.
PLEASE, JUST SIT QUIETLY.
WE'VE BEEN QUIET WITH THE LIGH OUT, AND IT HASN'T COME BACK.
- I CAN'T SIT AROUND WAITING.
- JUST TURN OU THE FUCKING LIGHT.
- WHATEVER IS OUT THERE,
IT KNOWS WHERE WE ARE.
- PLEASE, JUST TURN OU THE LIGHT.
- WE'RE SITTING DUCKS HERE.
- PLEASE.
- FINE.
GOD, I CAN'T SEE A FUCKING
THING.
- OH, PLEASE, PUT THE LIGH OUT.
- FUCKING REFLECTION.
I'M ROLLING THE WINDOW DOWN.
- NO, DON'T!
- FUCK!
- SIT QUIETLY, PLEASE.
- I'M GONNA PRY IT OPEN
WITH SOMETHING.
- LYNNE, FOR GOD'S SAKE.
LYNNE, PLEASE.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE, LYNNE.
- SHUT UP.
- PLEASE STOP!
JUST STOP!
- OKAY, FINE.
[sighs]
3:00.
- YOU MADE SCOTT GO OUT THERE.
- I DIDN'T MAKE HIM.
- YOU DID.
YOU MANIPULATED HIM.
- WE ALL WANTED TO GET OUT OF
HERE.
- NO.
NO, HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO.
- YEAH, WELL, HE NEEDED TO.
- YOU JUST SENT HIM OUT THERE.
- [sighs]
OKAY, IF YOU FUCKING INSIST.
BUT I ALSO WENT TO HELP HIM,
AND YOU STAYED IN HERE.
- YOU JUST WANTED THE CAMERA.
- [chuckles]
SOMEONE ELSE IS ALWAYS TO BLAME.
- WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
- I MEAN THAT MAYBE IT'S NOT ME
OR SOME MEDIEVAL MONK FUCKING UP
YOUR LIFE.
MAYBE YOU'RE DOING A BLOODY GOOD
JOB OF THAT YOURSELF.
[sighs]
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- I'M GONNA SEE WHA WAS UP THERE.
- NO! NO, DON'T.
- LOOK, I'M NOT JUST GOING TO
FUCKING SIT HERE.
- NO, LYNNE, PLEASE DON'T.
- FUCKING REFLECTION!
- STAY INSIDE!
LOOK, I'M SORRY.
NO, DON'T!
PLEASE!
[metal creaking]
[panting]
[metal creaking]
[both screaming]
- [screaming]
[crying]
[panting]
[screaming]
[crying]
[wheezing]
[continues wheezing]
[crying]
[wheezing continues]
[inhaler whooshing]
[panting]
[inhaler whooshing]
[panting]
FUCK, FUCK.
OH, SHIT.
OH, SHIT.
OH, FUCK ME.
COME ON. COME ON.
OH, MY GOD.
OKAY.
[engine grinding]
OH, SHIT.
[engine grinding]
OH, FUCK.
[engine turns over]
OH, SHIT!
YES!
YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES!
[screaming]
[screaming]
[panting]
- HEY, ROMEO
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY ME
ONE I KNOW?
HE CALLS BACK
HEY, JULIET
YOU WANT TO TAKE OFF
ON THE ROAD?
AND SHINE THE HEADLIGHT
ON THE HORIZON
[thumping]
[crashing]
AND SHINE THE HEADLIGHT
ON THE HORIZON
THAT WILL TAKE YOU HOME
THAT STAR ON THE RISE
HEY, ROMEO
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY
THAT ONE YOU WROTE?
HE CALLS BACK
HEY, JULIET
YOU WANT TO TAKE OFF
ON THE RO--
[music stops]
[tree limb creaking]
[foot thunking]
[tree limb creaking]
[leaves rustling]
[distant scream]
[distant scream]
[leaves rustling]
FINAL SCENE OF CRIME ASSESSMENT.
TIRE TRACKS WERE FOUND
CONSISTENT WITH ONE VEHICLE
HEADING IN ONE DIRECTION.
THERE WAS NO RETURN TRIP.
A BLUE 4x4 VEHICLE WAS FOUND
STATIONARY HERE.
A PERSONAL VIDEO CAMERA WAS
FOUND POINTING UPWARD AT AN
ANGLE IN APPROXIMATELY
THIS DIRECTION.
THE BODIES WERE FOUND
HANGING HERE.
FOOTPRINTS CONSISTENT WITH FOUR
INDIVIDUALS WERE DISCOVERED.
WE HAVE REASON TO BELIEVE THA ONE OR MORE OF THE INDIVIDUALS
ENTERED THE HOLLOW INTERIOR OF
THE TREE HERE.
[windshield wipers thumping]
- COME ON, WEATHER.
BE GOOD.
INTRODUCING EMMA, 110 POUNDS OF
SUFFOLK LOVELINESS.
- A LITTLE BIT GENEROUS
WITH 110,
BUT, YOU KNOW, I'LL TAKE IT.
- YOU SHOULD.
- [giggles]
I WANT YOU TO FILM LOTS OF THE
CHURCH, OKAY?
AND THE COTTAGE.
- YEAH.
- ACTUALLY, IF YOU COULD JUS FILM LOTS OF EVERYTHING,
THAT WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY
AMAZING.
DID YOU BRING THE BEACH STUFF?
- WELL, I THINK IT'LL BE A
LITTLE COLD FOR THE LILO.
- I DIDN'T MEAN THE LILO.
I MEANT THE FOOTBALL
AND WHATEVER
THAT THROWY THINGY IS.
- YEAH, DON'T WORRY.
WE'VE GOT EVERYTHING.
DON'T WORRY.
- OH, I CAN'T WAIT.
WE'RE GONNA HAVE LOADS OF WALKS
ON THE BEACH.
- [grunts]
- GOOD MORNING, SCOTT.
WELCOME BACK.
- ARE WE IN SUFFOLK?
- UH, NEARLY.
VERY NEARLY.
- CHRIST, WE'RE REALLY IN THE
STICKS OUT HERE, AREN'T WE?
HOW MANY MILES UNTIL
THE STATION?
- UH, JUST A FEW LEFT.
- OOH, JUST A FEW,
JUST A FEW, JUST A FEW MILES
UNTIL LYNNE TIME.
- I KNOW.
- HEY, JIMMY BOY,
NICE WORK, MATE.
- THAT'S LYNNE FROM SCHOOL
LYNNE?
- YUP, LYNNE DRISCOLL.
- YOU DIDN'T TELL ME
IT WAS HER.
- OH, I KNOW YOU LOVE
SURPRISES.
- [speaking indistinctly]
- ALL RIGHT, CAMPERS,
WELCOME TO SAFARI AFRICA
WITH ME, TRISTAN PARKS.
UH, WE'RE GOING THROUGH THE
PARK--
- ISN'T IT RAINING?
- CAN YOU BE QUIET, PLEASE?
YOU WANT THE GUIDE.
I'M THE GUIDE.
WE'RE LOOKING FOR THE "WARE
WHITE WINO."
- "WARE WHITE WINO?"
- THE RRRRRARE WHITE RHINO--
- OKAY, OKAY, INTRODUCING...
- I WASN'T FINISHED--
- THE BEAUTIFUL LYNNE.
- OH, WELL, THANK YOU.
- HELLO.
- HELLO.
OH, MY GOD.
IT'S ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.
- DO YOU LIKE IT?
- IS IT WHITE GOLD?
- IT'S PLATINUM.
- LYNNE, LYNNE, PLEASE TELL ME
YOU HAVE YOUR IPOD.
- YEAH, I DO, ACTUALLY.
- WHY?
WHY DOES NEED AN IPOD?
- WELL, ALL WE'VE GOT IS
SCOTT'S DRUM AND BASS--
- OH, I LOVE DRUM AND BASS.
- THANK YOU!
SOMEONE IN THE CAR WITH TASTE.
- SCOTT, CAN YOU WATCH
THE ROAD?
[screams]
SCOTT!
- [laughs]
- STOP IT.
- ALL RIGHT, SORRY, SORRY.
NOW, SERIOUSLY, LYNNE,
WHERE DID YOU GO?
WHAT HAPPENED?
FILL US IN.
- I-I JUST LEFT SCHOOL EARLY.
- OH.
[loud thud]
- OH!
- WHAT WAS THAT?
- OH, MY GOD.
- IT WAS A FOX.
- OH, MY GOD, IS IT DEAD?
- OH, SHIT.
- NO, IT'S STILL BREATHING.
- OH, GOD, AND IT'S ONLY--
IT'S JUST HAD PUPS.
- COME ON, WE DON'T NEED
THE CAMERA FOR THIS.
- WHAT'S WRONG?
- [mumbling]
SHIT, I KNOW WHERE WE ARE.
THAT TREE USED TO TERRIFY ME
AS A KID.
[birds chirping]
- REALLY?
LOOKS FAIRLY NORMAL.
- WELL, IT'S NOT.
MY MUM HAS A REALLY CREEPY STORY
ABOUT IT.
- UM, I THINK WE NEED TO PU THIS THING OUT OF ITS MISERY.
- OH, NO, SCOTT.
- NO, COME ON, WE'VE GOT TO BE
SENSIBLE ABOUT IT.
IT'S THE MOST HUMANE THING WE
CAN DO.
- NO, NO, WE SHOULD CALL
THE RSPCA.
THEY'LL SEND OUT--
- THE RSPCA AREN'T GONNA
COME OUT FOR WILD ROADKILL.
- WELL, THEY MIGHT.
- THEY WON'T.
I'VE GOT A WRENCH
IN THE BACK OF THE CAR.
I'LL DO IT.
- OH, GOD, SCOTT.
- JUST GIVE ME TWO MINUTES.
- SCOTT, NO, DON'T.
[birds chirping]
I REALLY DON'T THINK
WE SHOULD KILL IT.
- NO, I DON'T EITHER.
- HANG ON.
IT'S GONE.
GUYS!
GUYS, IT'S GONE.
[rustling]
AND HERE WE HAVE THE GREA BRITISH SUMMER.
[car door slams]
- HEADS UP, JIMMY BOY.
ALL RIGHT, TOP OF THE GATE POST.
- THAT WAS RUBBISH.
- IT'S THESE SHOES.
- SO HERE WE ARE IN SUNNY
SUFFOLK.
EMMA, WAVE TO YOUR MUM.
TELL US ABOUT THE HOUSE.
- OH, OKAY.
UH, SO GRANDDAD'S COTTAGE.
WELL, IT'S--HE LIVED HERE FOR 82
YEARS, AND BEFORE THAT, IT'S
BEEN IN THE FAMILY FOR--
- JAMES!
- WELL, LOTS OF GENERATIONS.
- WHERE'S THAT BIG "FUCK OFF"
HUNTING KNIFE OF YOURS?
- SCOUT RULE, YOU NEVER, EVER
CUT A ROPE.
- YEAH, WELL, YOU COME AND UNDO
YOUR SUPER KNOT THEN.
- ALL RIGHT.
- COME UNDO IT, PLEASE.
- RIGHT, SO HERE WE HAVE
THE LOUNGE, REVEREND TYLER'S
FAVORITE CHAIR, WHERE HE WOULD
SIT AND READ.
- JAMES, WHERE ARE THE
TOMATOES?
- THEY'RE IN THE BAG
WITH THE REST OF THE VEGETABLES.
- I STILL THINK WE'VE MISSED
A TRICK, 'CAUSE WE COULD HAVE
JUST GOT A DIRTY BURGER
FROM A LAY-BY.
WE WOULD HAVE EATEN IT IN THE
CAR ON THE WAY--
- NO, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS.
WE'LL HAVE SOME
NICE HOME-COOKED FOOD.
- SO HERE IN THE KITCHEN
EVERYONE'S WORKING HARD.
- UH, WHO'S WORKING HARD?
[giggles]
LYNNE, HONEY, COULD YOU PUT THE
NAPKINS ON THE TABLE?
- YES.
- THINGS ARE AS THEY SHOULD BE:
WOMEN MAKING DINNER, AND MEN--
- LYNNE, HONEY, NO, I MEAN THE COTTON NAPKINS
WITH THE NAPKIN RINGS,
NOT THE KITCHEN TOWELS.
- OH, SORRY.
- HER FEET ARE MASSIVE.
- NO, DON'T, I'M EMBARRASSED.
[gasps]
- WHAT--HOW DO I GET OUT OF IT?
HOW DO I ZOOM OUT?
- OH, NO.
- PUT YOUR FINGER
ON THE BUTTON ON--
- OH, OKAY, I'VE GOT IT.
- GOT IT.
- OH, ACTUALLY, LOOK AT THAT.
- VERY GOOD.
- YOU LOOK LIKE RINGO STARR'S
TESTICLE.
- THANK YOU.
- IT MEANS HE KEPT YOUR
HAIRCUT, MY FRIEND.
- YEAH, YEAH, CHEERS, CHEERS.
- OKAY, BRILLIANT.
RIGHT, I THINK CHAMPAGNE TIME.
- YES.
- EMMA, DO THE HONORS.
- CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU TWO
ON YOUR ENGAGEMENT.
- YES.
- THANK YOU.
- all: CHEERS.
- YUP, SHE'S A VERY LUCKY GIRL.
AND I AM A VERY LUCKY GUY.
COME HERE, YOU BIG, GORGEOUS
WOMAN, YOU.
MWAH!
WHERE DID YOU GO AFTER SCHOOL
THEN?
- I, UH, LEFT TO HAVE
MY LITTLE BOY.
- OH, THAT'S KYLE THEN?
- YES.
- KYLE, REMEMBER?
YEAH, JAMES TOLD US ABOUT HIM.
- OH, HAVE YOU?
- OH, HE SOUNDS LOVELY.
- WHAT A GOOD KID.
- HE'S MY ABSOLUTE WORLD.
WELL, HIM AND JAMES.
- THANK YOU.
- OH, AND HOW'S JAMES WITH HIM?
- YEAH, HE'S REALLY GOOD.
AREN'T YOU?
TAKEN HIM TO FOOTBALL
A FEW TIMES.
- YEAH, HE'S A GOOD LAD.
HERE WE HAVE THE MAIN BEDROOM,
WHERE THE REVEREND TYLER WOULD
REST HIS WEARY HEAD.
EVERYTHING PRETTY MUCH LEFT AS
IT WAS.
HERE'S HIS CASSOCK.
HIS BOOKS ALL IN BOXES NOW.
- OH, HERE YOU ARE.
WEIRD, ISN'T IT?
I MEAN, HE DIED A YEAR AGO,
DIDN'T HE?
WHY DO YOU THINK THEY'VE NO CLEARED THEM OUT?
- THE HOUSING CLEARANCE PEOPLE
ARE COMING ON SUNDAY.
- YEAH, I KNOW, BUT YOU'D THINK
THE FAMILY WOULD WANT TO DO I THEMSELVES.
I MEAN, I WOULD.
- [chuckles]
I DON'T KNOW, BUT YOU JUST SAID
THAT ON CAMERA.
- OH, SHIT, I DID, DIDN'T I?
DELETE IT.
- ALL RIGHT.
smooch!
AND HERE WE HAVE THE DINING
ROOM CUM STUDY.
LYNNE--LYNNE, CAN YOU GET OUT OF
THE WAY, PLEASE?
- YEAH, SURE.
SORRY, BABE.
- SO THE DINING ROOM
CUM STUDY, MANY A FINE SERMON
WAS CREATED AT THIS DESK.
- DONE?
- YES, YES.
- OKAY.
- LOOK AT ALL THIS RELIGIOUS
STUFF.
- HE WAS A VICAR.
- NO, I KNOW.
ISN'T THAT THE TREE?
IT IS CREEPY WITHOUT ANY LEAVES
ON.
WHO ARE THESE GUYS?
HMM, "GRAHAM BURROWS AND GILLIAN
SAMPSON, 2005."
- OH, SHIT.
- OH, CRAP.
- THERE'S REALLY NO POWER
AT ALL?
- NO, THE ELECTRIC COMPANY MUS HAVE TURNED IT OFF.
- OH, I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING
WITH THIS.
- MY CAMERA SHOULD HAVE
A LIGHT.
HEY, TA-DA!
- OH, MY GOD, BRILLIANT.
OH, LOOK AT THESE.
THEY'RE PERFECT.
- ALL RIGHT, EMMA, COME ON.
GHOST STORY TIME.
- YEAH, COME ON, MYSTERY GIRL.
WHAT'S THE STORY?
- WHAT'S THE TREE STORY?
- NO, LOOK, MY GRANDDAD TOLD
ME NOT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
AND I REALLY DON'T WANT TO TALK
ABOUT IT.
- OH, COME ON, EMMA.
- I LIKE TREE STORIES.
- ACTUALLY, WHY WOULD YOUR
GRANDDAD HAVE A PICTURE OF IT?
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- THE TREE, THERE'S A PHOTO OF
IT IN HIS DESK.
- SERIOUSLY?
- YES, THERE'S TWO.
I THINK IT WAS JUST BY--
YEAH, THAT'S THE ONE.
- THAT'S A BIG TREE.
- WELL OBSERVED.
- OKAY, WELL, IT'S A STORY MY
MUM TOLD ME, OKAY?
- YEAH.
- DO YOU WANT TO HEAR IT?
- COME ON, GUYS, COME ON,
COME ON, I'M LISTENING, EMMA.
- ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
- OKAY, WELL, SO MY MUM TELLS
ME THIS STORY ABOUT ONE NIGH WHEN SHE CAME BACK FROM SCHOOL
TO HERE, YEAH?
- YEAH.
- AND SHE TAKES THIS SHORTCU ACROSS THE FIELD.
- WAS IT DARK?
- YEAH.
- WAS THERE MIST ACROSS THE
MOORS AND A CRESCENT MOON
IN THE SKY?
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,
I'M SETTING THE SCENE.
- YEAH, WELL, IT WAS
GETTING DARK.
- YEAH.
- AND SHE'S WALKING ACROSS THE
FIELD, AND SHE FEELS SOMETHING
WATCHING HER, RIGHT?
SO SHE TURNS AROUND.
SHE LOOKS AT THE TREE.
- MM-HMM.
- SHE SEES THIS HOOD FIGURE,
AND IT'S LIKE--
- HOODED FIGURE.
- YEAH.
SO SHE TRIES TO GET AWAY FROM
IT, RIGHT?
SHE'S RUNNING REALLY FAST.
- YEAH.
- BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW
FAST SHE RUNS; THIS THING IS,
LIKE, FLOATING AFTER HER,
AND IT'S CATCHING UP WITH HER.
- IT WAS FLOATING?
- YEAH, IT'S, LIKE, FLOATING--
- HOW FAR?
- I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT'S
FLOATING AFTER HER ACROSS THE
FIELD, ALL RIGHT?
AND SHE'S RUNNING.
SHE RUNS, AND SHE RUNS,
AND SHE TRIPS, AND SHE FALLS.
- OH, NO.
- AND SHE--HERE.
AND THEN SHE FEELS THESE TWO
HANDS, ALL RIGHT,
GRAB HOLD OF HER.
- THAT'S REALLY CREEPY.
- YEAH, HERE IT COMES.
- SHE LOOKS UP,
AND IT'S MY GRANDDAD.
YEAH, BUT--
- WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?
- BUT WHEN SHE LOOKS BACK A THE TREE, THERE'S NOTHING THERE.
- NOTHING THERE.
THERE'S NOTHING THERE.
IT'S GONE.
- YEAH, BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING
THERE BEFORE.
- YEAH, NO, I'M NOT ARGUING.
- BUT WHY WOULD YOUR GRANDDAD
WANT TO KEEP IT QUIET?
- I DON'T KNOW.
- HMM.
- WELL, IT REALLY FREAKED
HER OUT, SEE?
- MM.
[eerie screaming]
- WHAT IS THAT NOISE?
- I THINK IT'S FOXES.
BABY FOXES.
HEARD IT EARLIER.
- GOD.
[eerie screaming continues]
THIS PLACE IS SO CREEPY.
DID EMMA'S GRANDDAD DIE HERE?
- I THINK SO, YEAH.
- HOW DID HE DIE?
- HE, UH...HE OVERDOSED ON HIS
MEDICATION.
[light breathing]
[stairs creaking]
[heavy breathing]
[door creaking]
[floorboards creaking]
[light breathing]
[floor creaking]
[woman screams]
- WHAT'S THAT? YOU ALL RIGHT?
- SHE HAD A NIGHTMARE.
SHE NEEDS HER INHALER.
- WHERE IS IT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
OVER THERE SOMEWHERE.
I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING.
HAVE A LOOK.
- [breathing heavily]
UH, IT'S NOT HERE.
- WELL, COULD YOU CHECK THE
BATHROOM, THEN?
- YEAH, SURE.
- DON'T TAKE THE LIGHT!
PUT IT THERE.
- SORRY, SORRY.
- [wheezing]
- COME ON.
YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN.
- [wheezing]
- IT'S NOT HERE.
- WELL, COULD YOU CALL 999
OR SOMETHING?
- NO, THERE'S NO SIGNAL.
- [wheezing]
- DID YOU CHECK THE FLOOR?
- NO.
AH! GOT IT! GOT IT!
GOT IT! HERE, HERE, HERE,
- COME ON. COME ON.
- HERE.
- COME ON, HERE WE GO.
[inhaler whooshing]
OKAY, LET OUT. LET OUT.
OKAY, ONE MORE. ONE MORE.
[inhaler whooshing]
OKAY.
- EMMA.
- GOOD GIRL. GOOD GIRL.
GOOD GIRL, YOU'VE GOT IT.
YOU'VE GOT IT.
THAT'S REALLY BRIGHT.
ARE YOU RECORDING THIS?
- THE LIGHT ONLY WORKS WHEN
YOU'RE RECORDING.
- ALL RIGHT, WELL,
JUST TURN IT OFF.
- DON'T TURN OUT THE LIGHT.
- WHAT'S ALL THE NOISE?
- OH, SORRY I WOKE YOU.
- SHE'S HAD A PANIC ATTACK.
- IT WAS AN ASTHMA ATTACK.
- ALL RIGHT, BUT WHATEVER I WAS, IT'S FINE NOW, ISN'T IT?
COME ON.
JUST TAKE A DEEP BREATH.
- I HAD THIS HORRIBLE
NIGHTMARE.
- ALL RIGHT, WHY DON'T YOU JUS RELAX?
- IT'S NOT REAL.
- YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.
- IT WAS HORRIBLE.
- RELAX.
- OKAY.
- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, EMMA?
- SHE'S FINE.
- I DREAMT ABOUT THAT TREE.
THE BRANCHES CAME TO LIFE,
AND THEY WERE STRANGLING ME.
I COULDN'T BREATHE.
[birds chirping]
- WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND?
- OH, NO, NO CAMERA TODAY.
I LOOK LIKE SHIT.
- COME ON.
YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.
- YEAH, RIGHT.
[sighs]
[clinking]
I FOUND THE CHURCH KEYS,
THE OLD CHURCH ROLLS,
AND THEN LOTS OF REALLY WEIRD
SHIT.
LOOK AT THIS.
THEY DIED FIVE YEARS AGO.
GOD, THEY'RE SO YOUNG AND SWEET.
I MEAN, THAT COULD BE YOU AND
LYNNE OR SCOTT AND ME.
LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE BURIED
TOGETHER.
GRANDDAD MUST HAVE PERFORMED
THE SERVICE.
THIS IS WHAT REALLY FREAKS ME
OUT.
IF WE LOOK IN HERE, AT THIS
NEWSPAPER ARTICLE FROM A LOCAL
PAPER ABOUT HOW THEY DIED,
THEY HANGED THEMSELVES,
SOME FORM OF SUICIDE PACT,
FROM THAT OLD TREE.
HERE'S ANOTHER FILE
THAT'S SO SIMILAR.
LOOK AT THE COUPLE,
AND THEY HANGED THEMSELVES
AT THAT TREE TOO, AND...
I THINK GRANDDAD BURIED
THEM TOO.
I MEAN, UGH,
THE THOUGHT OF GRANDDAD DEALING
WITH THIS ALL ALONE.
- WHAT ABOUT THAT ONE?
- THAT'S THE WORST ONE.
ANNE MASTERS AND JASON BROWN.
THEY WERE BURIED JUST THREE DAYS
BEFORE GRANDDAD DIED.
WHY COUPLES?
WHY HERE?
- THERE'S THIS PLACE IN LONDON.
IT'S A BRIDGE.
IT'S GOT A LONG DROP
TO A ROAD BENEATH IT.
IT'S KNOWN AS SUICIDE BRIDGE.
PEOPLE, THEY COME FROM ALL
AROUND TO, UH...WELL, END THINGS
THERE.
I GUESS PLACES GET ASSOCIATED
WITH IT.
MAYBE THERE'S LIKE A...
I DON'T KNOW, LIKE A WEIRD SENSE
OF CAMARADERIE ABOUT IT.
[indistinct conversation]
- SO HOW LONG WILL YOU
BE STAYING?
- JUST THIS WEEKEND.
AND THEN WE HAND OVER THE KEYS.
OH, THIS IS JAMES.
- AH, JAMES.
- HELLO.
- CHARLES JOHNSON.
- NICE TO MEET YOU.
- AND YOU.
- GRANDDAD'S OLD PARISH IS
DISAPPEARING AND BEING MERGED
WITH ST. JOHN'S.
WILL YOU MOVE TO ST. JOHNS?
- WELL, IT'S NOT CONFIRMED YET.
ANYWAY, EMMA, JAMES,
I'M OFF TO A MEETING.
SO IT'S BEEN LOVELY TO MEET YOU.
- REVEREND, THERE WERE A FEW
THINGS I FOUND IN WITH
GRANDDAD'S STUFF,
UM, STUFF TO DO WITH SUICIDES.
- UM...
SORRY.
WOULD YOU MIND IF WE JUST TURN
THE CAMERA OFF?
- YEAH, SORRY.
- EMMA, TO BE PERFECTLY HONEST,
IT'S NOT SOMETHING I AND THE
COMMUNITY DISCUSS.
- YEAH, BUT SO MANY SUICIDES
OVER THE YEARS.
I MEAN, MY GRANDDAD MUST HAVE
BURIED THE LOT OF THEM.
- EMMA, THE LEGEND JUS ROMANTICIZES SOME
HORRIFIC EVENTS, SO--
- WHAT LEGEND?
- WELL, I THOUGHT YOU KNEW.
- HAVE THERE BEEN SUICIDES
RECENTLY?
- OH, NO.
NO, NOT FOR A LONG TIME.
UM, ANYWAY, ENJOY DUNWICH,
AND THANK YOU FOR THESE,
AND HOPEFULLY, WE'LL SEE YOU
HERE AGAIN SOON.
TAKE CARE.
BYE.
- THAT WAS SO WEIRD.
DID YOU GET THAT?
ARE YOU RECORDING?
- YEAH. GOD, YEAH.
- GOOD.
- LOOK AT THIS.
THAT'S DEFINITELY THE TREE,
RIGHT?
- THAT'S DEFINITELY THE SAME
ONE.
IS THERE A DATE ON IT?
- 1650.
AND WEREN'T YOU GOING OUT WITH
A HOCKEY CAPTAIN
FROM ST. ALOYSIUS?
- WERE YOU?
- OH, GOD, YEAH.
UM, SLIGHTLY EMBARRASSING.
I CAME IN WITH A CENTER FORWARD,
AND I LEFT WITH A RIGHT WING.
- NO.
- YEAH, WE HAD A--
- DIRTY MAN.
- WE HAD A SLIGHTLY
EMBARRASSING LITTLE CROSSOVER
MOMENT.
- THAT'S TERRIBLE.
- YEAH, SHE HAD MY
TRAIN TICKET.
[laughs]
- SERIOUSLY, I DIDN'T THINK
YOU'D DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
- OH, YOU'RE SO SQUARE, HONEY.
[laughter]
- SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS,
THE GIRLS FROM PARRSWOOD
WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?
- NO, I DIDN'T SAY THAT.
- NO?
I'M PRETTY SURE HE DID,
DIDN'T HE?
- IN FACT, DIDN'T YOU AND I
HAVE A LITTLE DANCE?
- MM-HMM.
- YEAH, SHE WAS QUITE SAUCY A SCHOOL, THIS ONE.
SCHOOL BAD GIRL MAYBE?
- OH, I HAD MY BAD MOMENTS.
DIDN'T WE ALL?
- OH, NO, NOT EMMA.
NOT PERFECT PREFECT EMMA.
- OH, I'M SURE SHE DID.
- NO, NO, SHE--
SHE BROUGHT PUNCH TO THE PARTY,
AND I'M PRETTY SURE THA EVERYONE ELSE BROUGHT DRUGS,
DIDN'T THEY, DARLING?
[laughter]
- DO YOU REMEMBER THAT GIRL WHO
WAS SICK IN THE KITCHEN SINK?
- OH, GOD, YEAH.
- WASN'T SHE ONE OF YOUR
FRIENDS, LYNNE?
- YEAH, SARAH BOYD, SHE GO A BIT CARRIED AWAY.
[laughter]
- SO DISGUSTING.
- UH, WELL, I THOUGHT IT WAS A
PARTY; THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE
SUPPOSED TO DO.
[all screaming]
- FUCK!
- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
- SCOTT, SCOTT, SCOTT,
GIVE ME THE CAMERA.
- WHY?
- SCOTT, GIVE ME THE CAMERA.
THERE'S A LIGHT ON THE CAMERA.
- CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN.
- SHH. SHH.
- PUT IT OVER THERE.
PUT IT OVER THERE.
[wings fluttering]
[all screaming]
- OPEN THE WINDOW SO AT LEAS IT CAN FLY OUT THEN.
- JUST STOP MAKING NOISE.
- GET IT OUT.
- CALM DOWN. IT'S JUST A BIRD.
- SHH, SHH, SHH, SHH.
- [laughs]
IT'S GONE.
IT WAS A BIRD.
IT WAS A BIRD.
- [laughs]
- COME ON, MAN, DO IT.
- I'M DOING IT.
- ALL RIGHT, TURN IT DOWN.
- HEY, GUYS.
- YOU GOT IT?
TIME YOU THINK IT IS,
BUT I THINK IT'S GAME TIME.
- OH, NO, I'M NOT.
- NO, COME ON.
WE'RE GONNA PLAY.
WE'RE GONNA PLAY.
BUT WITH A DIFFERENCE.
WE'RE GONNA PLAY
THE SPEED VERSION.
- OH, NO, GUYS,
THIS IS REALLY FUN.
WELL, WHAT PROPERTY CONSULTANTS
DO FOR FUN.
AND HE ALWAYS BLOODY WINS.
- DON'T YOU MEAN ESTATE AGENTS?
- OH!
SMACKED THAT IN THERE, DIDN' YOU?
NO, WE'RE GONNA PLAY
WITH A TWIST.
WE'RE GONNA PUT A SPIN ON IT.
WE'RE GONNA PLAY THE SPEED
STRIP VERSION.
- NO.
- YEAH, SEE THAT SOUNDS
MORE FUN.
- UM, NO, I THINK WE CAN STICK
TO THE USUAL DRINKING VERSION.
- OH, COME ON.
WHERE'S YOUR SENSE OF ADVENTURE?
- NO, ABSOLUTELY NOT.
- AND THE WINNER IS...
LYNNE.
- YES!
SO, LYNNE, UM, WHO ARE YOU GOING
TO CHOOSE TO TAKE OFF
THREE ITEMS OF CLOTHING?
- THAT'S A DIFFICULT ONE,
ACTUALLY.
UM, I THINK--I THINK--NO.
I THINK IT'S GONNA BE SCOTT.
- YEAH, I THINK YOU WOULD BE
RIGHT.
[laughter]
- UNLUCKY, MATE.
- COME ON.
- ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL
RIGHT, ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
FINE.
THREE ITEMS?
- YES.
- THREE.
THREE ITEMS, YOUR RULES.
[snickering]
- I'M GONNA DO IT.
I'M GONNA DO IT PROPERLY.
- SURE.
[laughs]
- DON'T BE A HERO NOW.
[laughter]
- BA-DA, BA-BA
- OH, COME ON.
- BA-DA, BA-BA
- SCOTT.
- HE'S GOT A SONG.
- BA-DA, BA-BA
BA-DA, BA-BA
- HE'S ENJOYING IT.
HE'S ACTUALLY ENJOYING IT.
- BOOM, BA-BA
BA-BA-BA
BA-DA, BA-BA
- OH, THAT'S A SHAME.
THAT'S A REAL SHAME.
- BA-DA, BA-BA
- UGH.
- OH, MY GOD.
[laughter]
- WHAT ARE YOU?
WHAT ARE YOU?
- YOU SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT ME
SOME GLAZERS.
- WE'VE ALL SEEN ENOUGH.
NO, NO, DO NOT BRING JESUS INTO
THIS, PLEASE.
WHAT HAS JESUS DONE TO YOU?
YOU'RE GOING TO HELL, MATE.
- ALL RIGHT, JIMMY BOY...
SOMETHING FOR YOUR RECORD, MATE.
BATHROOM'S FREE.
[footsteps approaching]
[water rushing]
- [groaning]
AND THE BIG REVEAL.
- YEAH, YEAH,
NOW PUT IT BACK.
- OKAY.
- ANYWHERE YOU LIKE.
- I THINK YOU MAY HAVE
FORGOTTEN SOMETHING.
- [chuckles]
THANK YOU.
RIGHT, RIGHT, JIMMY BOY,
JIMMY BOY.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU AND EMMA
KNOWN EACH OTHER?
- BE CAREFUL WITH THE CAMERA.
- NO, NO. COME ON.
HUMOR ME. HUMOR ME.
HOW LONG? HOW LONG? HOW LONG?
- UM, WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER
SINCE WE WERE EIGHT.
- SINCE YOU WERE EIGHT.
- YEAH.
- RIGHT, WELL, I HAVE BROUGH A LITTLE PRESENT FROM HOME.
- WHAT'S THAT?
- VERY GOOD.
- DO YOU WANT TO HAVE A LOOK?
LOOK. LOOK.
- LET ME SEE.
- HOLD IT UP FOR THE CAMERA.
TURN IT ROUND. TURN IT ROUND.
- AW.
- SHOW THE CAMERA.
SHOW THE CAMERA.
- JAMES.
- IT'S A MIX CD I MADE FOR EMMA
ON HER 14TH BIRTHDAY.
- WHAT'S ON IT?
- OH, LET'S LISTEN.
LET'S LISTEN.
LET'S HAVE A LISTEN.
DON'T BE SHY. HERE WE GO.
- ROMEO, HE'S LIMPING
FROM THE BLISTERS
ON HIS FEET
- WHAT IS IT?
I DON'T RECOGNIZE IT.
- IT'S ROMEO AND JULIET.
- [chuckles]
- OH, NO, BECAUSE WE WERE DOING
ROMEO AND JULIETAT SCHOOL.
- [laughs]
OH, MATE.
COME ON.
- SCOTT, FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
- OH, COME ON.
IT'S MEANT TO BE A FUN
WEEKEND TRIP.
- YEAH, WHEN DID YOU LOSE
YOUR TACT?
- LOOK, IT'S NOT ABOUT MY TACT.
YOU TREAT HIM LIKE A FUCKING
CHILD, THOUGH.
- YEAH, BUT YOU WON'T END--
- LOOK, WE ALL HAVE A BIT OF
A MOMENT EVERY NOW AND--
- SORRY, WHAT WAS THIS?
- OH, WOW.
HE HAD A PANIC ATTACK.
AND HE HITS A GUY ON THE BUS.
- NO, SCOTT--NO, HE DIDN'T HIT.
HE PUSHED.
- LOOK, WHATEVER IT WAS,
YOU MAKE TOO MUCH OF IT.
HE JUST NEEDS TO GET ON
WITH THINGS.
- SCOTT, IT'S NOT JUST ABOU GETTING ON WITH THINGS.
HE'S SICK--
[sighs]
HOW DID I KNOW WE'D END UP HERE?
- COME ON, YOU.
LET'S PUT SOME DEMONS TO BED.
- [laughs]
- THIS IS DEFINITELY THE ONE
FROM THE PICTURE, YEAH?
- YES, DEFINITELY THE ONE.
- WOW. IT'S LOOKS AMAZING.
- I THINK IT'S REALLY CREEPY.
- [laughs]
NO, IT'S NOT.
- UGH.
[indistinct conversation]
[screams]
[wings fluttering]
SHIT.
- COME ON.
IT WAS JUST A BIRD.
- [gasping]
NO, JAMES, DON'T.
- IT'S FINE.
- COME ON. LET'S GO.
- [chuckles]
IT'S SORT OF COLD.
- GUYS, COME HERE.
- GUYS.
- GUYS, COME HERE.
THERE'S AN IN.
LOOK, IT'S COMPLETELY HOLLOW.
- I KNOW.
- HEY, THIS IS WHERE YOUR MUM
MUST HAVE STOOD.
- NO, HOODED FIGURE MUST HAVE
BEEN OVER THERE.
- WHAT'S THAT GATE?
LET'S HAVE A LOOK.
COME ON!
NOW, I THINK WE CAN GET TO THE
BEACH FROM HERE.
- OH, ARE YOU SURE YOU STILL
WANT TO GO?
THE SUN'S GONE IN.
- OF COURSE I DO.
WE'RE BRITISH.
- [laughs]
- WOW.
WHAT IS THAT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
I'VE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE.
- COME ON, THEN.
- [sighs]
COME ON.
[low monotonous chanting]
- EMMA?
[wings fluttering]
LYNNE?
- [laughs]
- WHO'S--WHO'S THERE?
[low monotonous chanting]
COME ON.
STOP MUCKING ABOUT.
[faint buzzing]
- both: [chanting in Latin]
- [beat boxing]
FRERE JACQUES
FRERE JACQUES
DING, DONG, DO
I--OH...LOOK.
MONKS AND BUGGERY.
- TOGETHER.
- THAT'S WHAT WE WERE PLAYING.
- HARMONY.
- LOOK, IF YOU WANT TO TAKE A
VOW OF SILENCE, IN PARTICULAR,
I THINK THE FRIARS WILL
UNDERSTAND.
- OH, HA, HA.
COME UP HERE.
THERE'S A CHAPEL WITH AN ALTAR.
YOU ARE TAKING ME UP THE AISLE.
- OKAY, REHEARSAL.
DO YOU, EMMA TYLER...
- LET'S JUST GO TO THE BEACH.
- TAKE ME, SCOTT HENRY BRIAN...
- [giggles] HENRY.
- HENRY BRIAN...
- YEAH.
- TO BE YOUR LAWFULLY
WEDDED HUSBAND?
- UM...
- UM?
NO, DON'T DO THAT ON THE DAY.
- [giggles]
- JAMES.
[whistles]
GET HER ANSWER THEN. COME ON.
I CAN USE THIS.
- I DO.
- YOU DO.
AND YOU MAY NOW
KISS YOUR HUSBAND.
- [giggles]
- [sighs]
- [giggles]
- [panting]
WHERE ARE YOU?
[panting]
[woman screams]
[panting]
- LOOK.
- IS IT STILL ALIVE?
- IT COULDN'T.
- WHAT'S WRONG?
YEAH, THAT'S THE SAME ONE.
NO, LOOK.
- IT'S GOT AWAY OR SOMETHING.
- [breathing heavily]
[panting]
[indistinct conversation]
[laughter]
[indistinct conversation]
- [laughs]
[birds chirping]
- JAMES, DON'T GET TOO CLOSE TO
THE EDGE, OKAY?
- LET'S JUMP.
- JAMES!
[sighs]
SHIT.
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
FUCK'S SAKE.
- EMMA.
HERE WE HAVE TWO STRANGERS
STROLLING DOWN THE BEACH.
- JAMES?
- THEY PROBABLY JUST HAPPEN TO
BE GOING IN THE SAME DIRECTION.
- JAMES.
HAVE YOU GOT ANY SIGNAL?
I STILL CAN'T GET ANY, AND I'VE
REALLY GOT TO GET AHOLD OF KYLE.
CAN I USE YOUR PHONE?
JAMES?
- OH!
- [shrieking]
- EMMA.
EMMA, I WANT YOU TO TELL THE
CAMERA ABOUT SCOTT.
- I'M NOT TELLING THE CAMERA.
- COME ON.
I'M YOUR OLDEST FRIEND.
YOU CAN TELL ME.
- UGH...
OKAY.
UH, MY SCOTT.
WELL, HE'S TALL, DARK,
AND HANDSOME.
[giggles]
HE'S SPORTY, GENEROUS, AND--
WELL, HE'S REALLY ROMANTIC.
HE CRIES MORE AT THOSE FILMS...
- [snickers]
- THAN I DO.
SHUT UP.
[giggles]
UM, SUCCESSFUL.
- A SUCCESSFUL ESTATE AGENT,
ARE YOU SURE?
- UH, DON'T BE CHEEKY.
- [chuckles]
DON'T YOU THINK YOU'RE TOO YOUNG
TO BE GETTING MARRIED?
- NO.
I MEAN, MY MUM AND DAD WERE
YOUNGER THAN WE ARE, AND...
I THINK WHEN IT'S RIGHT...
I THINK WHEN IT'S RIGHT,
YOU JUST KNOW.
- DO YOU, UM...
DO YOU EVER THINK WE FORGE THINGS ABOUT PEOPLE TO MAKE THEM
FIT OUR IDEAL?
- SCOTT'S TRYING REALLY HARD
THIS WEEKEND, JAMES.
COME ON, GIVE ME THE CAMERA.
COME ON.
- ALL RIGHT.
- OKAY.
NOW...
[giggles]
LOOKS GREAT.
OKAY.
- WHAT?
- IT'S YOUR TURN.
I WANT YOU TO TELL THE CAMERA
ABOUT YOU AND LYNNE.
- NO, COME ON.
- WHY? COME ON.
FAIR'S FAIR.
- ALL RIGHT. LYNNE.
LYNNE, UH...
LYNNE'S GOOD.
WE HAVE A LOT OF FUN.
SHE'S A VERY GOOD MOTHER.
SHE'S GREAT IN BED.
TAUGHT ME A THING OR TWO,
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
- YEAH, THANK YOU.
THAT'S ENOUGH, I THINK.
BUT YOU'RE HAPPY, YEAH?
- YEAH.
- AND LAST YEAR'S RIGHT BEHIND
YOU.
- YEAH, YEAH.
WAY BEHIND ME.
- HEY, YOU TWO.
- OH, I'M GONNA GO SKIM.
- YEAH, YEAH.
HAVE FUN.
- YEAH?
[giggles]
- COME ON, JAMES.
WE NEED TO TALK.
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- FILMING.
- WHAT ARE YOU FILMING FOR?
- AN INSIGHTFUL DOCUMENTARY ON
LOCAL FISHING HABITS.
- WHITING, COD,
BIT OF SEA BREAM.
[chuckles]
LOOK AT THAT.
- EMMA, THIS KNOWLEDGEABLE
YOUNG MAN KNOWS ALL
ABOUT THE LEGEND.
- NO WAY.
- SO IN MEDIEVAL TIMES, THE
MONK FALLS IN LOVE WITH THE
SQUIRE'S DAUGHTER.
AND THEY'RE FORBIDDEN TO MARRY.
SO THEY HUNG THEMSELVES IN A
LOVER'S PACT FROM THE OLD HOLLOW
TREE.
- OOH...
- THAT'S ONE VERSION.
- WHAT'S THE OTHER?
- SAME MONK, SAME SQUIRE'S
DAUGHTER, BUT HE PURSUES HER,
BUT SHE WON'T HAVE HIM.
SO HE STRINGS HER UP.
THE SQUIRE CATCHES THE MONK,
HANGS, DRAWS, AND QUARTERS HIM.
- OOH...
- WHICH DO YOU PREFER?
- WHAT DO THEY SAY ABOU GREYFRIAR'S HOLLOW TODAY?
- UH, WE JUST AVOID IT.
IT'S A BAD PLACE WITH A BAD
HISTORY.
WHATEVER YOU TAKE IN THERE...
YOUR HEAD GETS TWISTED.
- [chuckles]
- BUT THEN I--
WELL, I PITCHED IT.
- PITCHED IT?
- I PITCHED IT.
I OFFICIALLY ASKED THEM.
[windshield wipers thumping]
[murmuring]
[fly buzzing]
- EMMA, LOOK AT THIS.
- CAN YOU LEAVE THE CAMERA?
- I HAVE FOUND THE KEY
TO THE MYSTERY.
- WHAT IS IT?
- THERE'S A CHAPTER ABOUT THE
HAUNTING OF GREYFRIAR'S HOLLOW.
"SINCE MEDIEVAL TIMES, THE AREA
HAS A HISTORY OF HANGINGS AND
SUICIDES.
LEGEND HAS IT THAT THE GREYFRIAR
CAN GRANT ABSOLUTION TO LOVERS
WHO DIE THERE."
WHAT'S ABSOLUTION?
- SO SUICIDE IS A CARDINAL SIN,
WHICH MEANS YOU GO TO HELL.
IF YOU GET ABSOLUTION, YOU CAN
STILL GO TO HEAVEN.
- BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT THE
LOCALS THINK.
THEY BELIEVE THAT THE SPIRIT IS
MALEVOLENT AND WILLS PEOPLE TO
EVIL DEEDS.
[laughs]
LISTEN TO THIS:
"AFTER A SPATE OF SUICIDES IN
1983, THE LOCAL PARISH WAS
REQUESTED TO PERFORM AN
EXORCISM."
- WHERE WAS THIS BOOK?
- THE DRAWER IN THE HALLWAY
DRESSER.
- BUT I CLEARED THAT OU YESTERDAY.
JAMES?
- NO, I'VE NEVER SEEN I BEFORE.
- SCOTT, YOU'RE MUCKING ABOUT.
- NO.
SO I THINK IT'S TIME WE SET THE
MOOD.
- OH, MY.
- IS THAT NOT THE BIGGEST,
FATTEST BAG OF CHARLIE YOU HAVE
EVER FUCKING SEEN?
- FUCKING HUGE.
- THERE'S ONLY FOUR OF US.
THERE'S NOT A PARTY FOR 20.
- WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GE THAT?
- NO, NO, NO, YOU NEVER REVEAL
YOUR SOURCES.
YOU NEVER, EVER REVEAL YOUR
SOURCES.
- NICE WORK.
EXCELLENT WORK.
- I THOUGHT WE SAID WE WEREN' GONNA DO IT AGAIN.
- WHAT?
- NO, COME ON, JAMES IS UP
FOR IT, AREN'T YOU, JAMES?
OH, WELL, LYNNE'S UP FOR IT,
AREN'T YOU, LYNNE?
- I'M DEFINITELY UP FOR IT.
- YUP, AND THAT'S MADE US TWO.
JAMES?
- COME ON.
- YES, I SAID YES.
- THAT'S THREE.
EMMA.
- COME ON, EMMA.
- COME ON.
- COME ON.
- FUCK IT. OKAY. OKAY.
- YES! THAT'S FOUR.
DO--YEAH, LIKE THAT.
- I LIKE THIS ONE.
- THAT'S LIKE--BOO.
THE WEDDING ONE.
AH!
[giggles]
- IT'S THE WEDDING DANCE.
- THE WEDDING DANCE, YEAH.
COME ON, DO IT PROPERLY.
- I AM DOING IT PROPERLY.
[giggles]
- I'M NOT JUST HERE TO MAKE
UP THE FUCKING NUMBERS, JAMES?
HE WANTS ME.
HE'S HAD HIS FUCKING HANDS ALL
OVER ME ALL NIGHT, AND NO ONE'S
SAID ANYTHING.
IS THAT WHAT I'M HERE FOR?
AM I THE FUCKING BAIT?
[rhythmic banging]
- YES!
- YEAH!
- OKAY, SO GRANDDAD BASICALLY
WAS OBSESSED WITH THIS FUCKING
HOODED FIGURE, RIGHT?
- UH-HUH.
- YOU CAN SEE IT IN THE
PICTURES.
IT'S ALL OVER HIS BOOKS.
IT'S EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE, OKAY?
SO THIS THING, IT FUCKING
LIVES--IT LIVES IN THAT FUCKING
HOLLOW, RIGHT?
THAT WE SAW, OKAY?
- YEAH. YEAH.
- AND THIS THING, IT FUCKING
PREYS ON YOUR, LIKE, NEGATIVE
THOUGHTS AND SHIT.
- NO WAY!
- I'M NOT FUCKING WITH YOU,
ALL RIGHT?
AND IT GETS IN YOUR MIND,
AND IT GETS YOU TO DO THESE
FUCKING SHIT CRAZY THINGS...
- FUCKING CRAZY SHIT.
- YOU NEVER THINK THAT YOU'RE
GONNA DO, I SWEAR TO GOD, RIGHT.
AND GRANDDAD KNEW IT.
I MEAN, HE FUCKING KNEW IT.
IT'S IN ALL HIS BOOKS.
AND IT'S EVERYWHERE.
AND HE FUCKING KNEW.
AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT?
THE FUCKING VICAR KNOWS, AND HE
DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT.
- OH, HE FUCKING DID.
HE FUCKING DID.
GO ON, EMMA, THAT'S IT.
YEAH! TELL HIM!
COME ON, LET'S GO.
YOU KNOW WHAT? LET'S--
BIBLES.
- NO, NO, NO, THAT'S VAMPIRES.
- HOLY WATER.
HOLY WATER.
- OH, YES!
- GRANDDAD'S GRANDDAUGHTER,
A MOUSE OR AN AVENGING ANGEL?
- FUCKING AVENGING ANGEL!
- AVENGING ANGEL, THAT'S RIGHT.
COME ON, COME ON.
RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT.
THIS IS GOOD.
[cheering]
[laughter]
- IT LOOKS LIKE THERE'S
A FUCKING FIRE.
- LOOK AT THIS.
THIS IS WHERE I WANTED
MY GARDEN.
OH, LOOK.
YOU CAN DO SHADOWS ON THE WALL.
[screeching in distance]
- HI.
[laughter]
- I WANT TO BE NAKED NOW.
- THERE YOU GO,
MARGARET ELIZABETH.
- NO, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.
- THERE WE GO.
HELLO.
NICE LITTLE SCARF.
- OH, THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS.
- RIGHT?
THOUGH, LOOKIT.
- HE WILL JUST ROCK--
- NO, DON'T GO OVER THERE.
THEY'RE THE FRESH ONES.
DON'T GET THE FRESH ONES.
- I THINK YOUR TIME IS LIMITED,
MY FRIENDS.
- WE HAVE COME FOR YOUR HOLY
WATER, GOD.
- HAVE YOU GOT THE KEY?
- DON'T NEED A FUCKING KEY
WHERE I'M GOING, DARLING.
- [laughs]
- NO, SCOTT, DON'T.
- YEAH, GO! GO! GO! GO!
- DON'T GO IN!
NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.
PLEASE DON'T GO IN.
PLEASE DON'T GO IN.
- OH, JESUS!
- NO, SCOTT.
[crying]
- YES! THAT'S WHAT WE
FUCKING NEED.
- FASTER!
- WE'RE GONNA GET--
WE'RE GONNA CRASH.
CAN WE--CAN WE GO HOME?
[tires screeching]
- SHIT.
- WELL DONE, SCOTT.
- I DEFINITELY DON'T THINK
WE'RE GETTING OUT TONIGHT.
- IT WAS PRETTY FUCKING COOL,
THOUGH, A FULL 180.
- YOU NEARLY FUCKING KILLED US.
- CHILL OUT.
- YEAH, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO
NOW, SCOTT?
- SCOTT'S DRIVING SKILLS.
- [laughs mockingly]
- NOW WHAT?
- RIGHT.
DO ANOTHER LINE.
- THAT'S A GOOD IDEA.
- AND THEN WE'LL GE THE CAR OUT.
- ARE YOU SERIOUS?
I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WENT IN THE
FUCKING CHURCH, SCOTT.
- SHALL WE, LYNNE?
- LET'S.
- YEAH, YOU TWO GO RIGH FUCKING AHEAD.
[indistinct conversation]
- OKAY, EMMA.
20 QUESTIONS.
- CAN YOU TURN OFF THE CAMERA,
PLEASE?
- COME ON, LET'S PLAY.
PLEASE?
- OKAY, QUESTIONS ABOUT WHAT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
STUFF, LIFE.
- SOUNDS OMINOUS.
- WAIT AND SEE.
WHY DID WE SPLIT UP?
- JAMES, I'M NOT GONNA TALK
ABOUT THIS NOW.
- NO, JUST...
I WANT IT FOR THE RECORD.
- YEAH, WELL, I DON'T THINK
IT'S GONNA HELP ANYONE.
- IT'S SOMETHING THAT MY DOCTOR
SUGGESTED.
THAT'S ALL.
- REALLY?
- YEAH.
[Lynne and Scott laughing]
- OKAY, WELL...
WE WERE FRIENDS, AND IT SHOULD
HAVE STAYED THAT WAY.
- YEAH, BUT WE WERE
BEYOND FRIENDS.
YOU SAID THAT.
- I SAID A LOT THINGS, JAMES.
- I THINK, UM...
I THINK THAT TIME HAS
CONFUSED YOU.
I THINK THAT, UH...
- JAMES, YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE
IN YOUR HEAD.
CAN YOU HEAR YOURSELF?
I MEAN...
IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
- YOU'VE FORGOTTEN.
- IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN.
I MEAN, WHAT ABOUT LYNNE
AND KYLE?
- CUCKOOS IN THE NEST.
- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT LYNNE
AND KYLE.
- HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?
- SCOTT IS NOT RIGHT FOR YOU.
- FUCK YOU.
I'M NOT--I'M NO LISTENING TO THAT.
- EMMA.
- SHIT. GET OFF ME.
- WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING?
- BACK TO THE HOUSE.
- [sighs]
- [crying]
[crying continues]
[sobbing]
[breathing heavily]
[rustling]
WHO'S THERE?
[breathing heavily]
[rustling]
WHO'S THERE?
SHIT.
[breathing heavily]
SCOTT?
JAMES?
[breathing heavily]
[wheezing]
[screams]
[wheezing]
[wheezing]
[screams]
[whimpering]
[wheezing]
- IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S ALL RIGHT.
HERE.
[inhaler whooshing]
- [wheezing]
- TAKE ANOTHER BREATH, OKAY?
[inhaler whooshing]
ARE YOU OKAY?
- FUCK. FUCK.
[mumbling]
HOLY SHIT.
WE'RE AT THE TREE.
WE'RE AT THE TREE.
WE'RE AT THE FUCKING TREE.
SHIT. HOW THE--
HOW THE FUCK DID WE GET HERE?
- YOU RAN THE WRONG WAY
FROM THE CAR.
- [breathing heavily]
- I CAME TO TELL YOU.
- [breathing heavily]
[engine revving]
[car doors slam]
- THERE YOU ARE.
- I TOLD YOU SHE'D BE HERE.
- WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU COME
AFTER ME?
- WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT'S WRONG?
WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT'S WRONG?
- WE'RE AT THE FUCKING TREE.
- ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.
- PLEASE, NO, WE NEED TO GO.
WE NEED TO GO.
- NO, NO, NO, NO.
COME ON, THEN!
TAKE ANOTHER WOMAN IN THE DARK?
WELL, I'M BIGGER THAN HER.
TAKE ME INSTEAD.
HOLY WATER.
COME OUT!
[water splashes]
COME OUT!
- SCOTT, I WANT TO GO HOME.
[sniffling]
SCOTT.
SCOTT?
[screeching in the distance]
- UGH.
- COME OUT!
- [whimpering]
[crying]
SCOTT, LET'S GO.
- COME OUT!
[screeching in the distance]
- [breathing heavily]
- JAMES, COME WITH ME.
LET'S GO.
- [breathing heavily]
- JAMES?
[whimpering]
OH, FUCK.
OH, NO.
NO, NO, NO, NO.
[screams]
[whimpering]
WHERE'S THE LIGHT?
WHERE'S THE LIGHT?
[crying]
I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!
FUCKING GET OFF HIM!
[women screaming]
[James laughing]
- YOU MAD FUCK.
YOU MAD FUCK.
I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!
I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!
- [laughs]
- [screams]
YOU FUCK!
[screams]
DIE, YOU FUCK!
- [choking]
- I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!
[screams]
- [coughing]
- NO, BABY, LOOK--LOOK.
LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME.
I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU.
I FUCKING LOVE YOU, OKAY?
I LOVE YOU. IT'S THIS PLACE.
IT'S NOT REAL.
IT'S NOT REAL.
IT'S NOT FUCKING REAL.
OKAY, JAMES--
- FUCK!
- IT'S NOT FUCKING REAL.
YOU'RE MY FRIEND.
YOU'RE MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND.
SO JUST PLEASE...
OH, FUCK. FUCK. FUCK ME.
- WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
COME ON!
COME ON! COME ON!
JAMES, WHERE'S THE FUCKING
LIGHT!
JAMES!
[birds chirping]
- AND HERE WE HAVE A BEAUTIFUL
MORNING, START OF AN AMAZING
DAY.
BOY, EMMA,
I'M GLAD ALL THIS CRAZINESS
IS ALL OVER.
SOMEHOW WE LOST EACH OTHER FOR
A WHILE THERE.
DIDN'T KNOW WE'D EVER COME BACK
TOGETHER.
BUT THIS IS THE START OF THE
REST OF OUR LIVES,
JUST YOU AND ME.
IT'S GOING TO BE BEAUTIFUL,
EMMA, JUST BEAUTIFUL.
- THAT WAS A BIG NIGHT.
[grunts]
YOU KNOW, I THINK WE HAD SOME
WEIRD CHARLIE, BECAUSE THAT WAS
SOME STRANGE SHIT.
[scoffs]
YOU'RE STILL AT IT WITH THA FUCKING CAMERA.
WHERE'S LYNNE?
- UH, SHE'S TRYING TO CALL
HER BOY.
- WE'RE GOING FOR A WALK.
- I'M HAVING BREAKFAST.
- WE'RE GOING FOR A WALK.
- LOOK, JUST LEAVE IT.
IT WAS BAD CHARLIE.
- UH, LOOK, I'M REALLY SORRY,
BUT I KIND OF NEED TO GET BACK
TO KYLE, SO--
- YEAH, WELL, I'VE GOT TO HAND
THE KEYS OVER AT 5:00, SO WE
HAVE TO STAY HERE TILL THEN.
- RIGHT.
OKAY, UM...
WELL, COULD SOMEONE CALL ME A
TAXI OR SOMETHING?
- YEAH, WHY DOESN'T SOMEONE
CALL HER A CAB?
- NO, NO, NO.
WE'LL GO FOR A WALK.
AND THEN WHEN I GET BACK, I'LL
RUN YOU TO A PHONE BOX,
AND YOU CAN CALL KYLE.
HOW'S THAT?
- SO NOW SHE CARES ABOUT KYLE.
- WHY DON'T YOU MIND YOUR OWN
FUCKING BUSINESS?
- SCOTT, WE'RE GOING FOR
A WALK.
- I COULDN'T GET THROUGH.
THANKS FOR ASKING.
YOU KNOW, DO YOU EVEN GIVE A
SHIT ABOUT ME, JAMES?
JUST GET THAT FUCKING CAMERA OU OF MY FACE.
[birds chirping]
- SO THIS IS GOOD-BYE, SCOTT.
AFTER LAST NIGHT, I REALIZED I
DON'T KNOW YOU.
BUT NOW I CAN SEE CLEARLY FOR
THE FIRST TIME IN SO LONG.
AND WE'RE NOT RIGHT.
WE NEVER WERE.
ONE LAST HUG.
[sighs]
[horses neigh]
- JAMES, CAN YOU COME
AND HELP ME?
YOU CAN STOP FILMING.
I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER THIS
WEEKEND.
PLEASE JUST DELETE EVERYTHING.
- SO, UM, HOW ARE THINGS WITH
YOU AND SCOTT?
- NOT FEELING GREAT RIGHT NOW.
- MAYBE SOMETHING GOOD COULD
COME OF IT.
- LIKE WHAT?
- WELL, LIKE, UM...
[clears throat]
MAYBE...
BECAUSE WE--WE LOST EACH OTHER
THERE FOR A WHILE, BUT...
BUT, WELL--BUT NOW...
WITH ALL THIS, IT SEEMS CLEAR,
I MEAN, YOU AND ME.
- JAMES, STOP.
COME ON.
LET'S GO FOR A DRIVE.
YOU OKAY?
- YEAH, I'M OKAY.
- ARE YOU SURE?
- YUP.
CAN WE JUST WATCH THE SEA
FOR A WHILE?
- SURE.
OR WE COULD, UH...
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- I FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING'S
CHANGED.
YOU KNOW, ME AND SCOTT,
IT'S JUST...
[sighs]
- MY DOCTOR TAUGHT THIS COPING
TECHNIQUE.
HE SAID THAT, UM...
WHENEVER YOU HAVE ANY BAD
THOUGHTS, YOU JUST IMAGINE
YOURSELF ON A BOA IN THE MIDDLE OF A BEAUTIFUL
OCEAN, CRYSTAL CLEAR WATER.
AND YOU WRITE YOUR BAD THOUGH DOWN ON A PIECE OF PAPER,
AND YOU TIE IT TO A STONE,
AND YOU THROW IT OFF THE SIDE,
AND YOU JUST WATCH.
YOU WATCH AS IT SINKS
TILL YOU CAN'T SEE IT ANYMORE.
IT'S A GOOD TECHNIQUE.
IT DOES WORK.
IT'S JUST THAT...
[sighs]
SOMETIMES, THEY FLOAT...
ALL THE WAY BACK UP TO THE
SURFACE.
THEY SHOULDN'T.
BUT THEY DO.
THEY FLOAT.
WHAT CAN YOU DO, EH?
WHAT CAN YOU DO?
- YOU KNOW YOU'RE MY BES FRIEND, DON'T YOU?
- YEAH, OF COURSE.
- AND WE'LL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS.
BUT YOU KNOW THERE CAN'T BE
ANYTHING ELSE.
THERE CAN'T BE ANYTHING MORE.
- YUP.
- OKAY.
YOU OKAY?
- YEAH.
- YOU SURE?
- MM-HMM.
- OKAY.
WE SHOULD PROBABLY GO BACK.
- YEAH.
- [chuckles]
[sighs]
IT'S NOT ON IS IT?
THE CAMERA?
- NO, NO.
- OKAY, WELL, YOU MIGHT WANT TO
MOVE IT.
[engine turning over]
- [panting]
- MY PREDECESSORS,
YOUR GRANDFATHER, AND OTHERS
HAVE TRIED TO DO SOMETHING ABOU IT AND FAILED.
- BUT THE CHURCH MUST HELP.
- NO, WE MUST AVOID IT.
- DO YOU KNOW ANYONE THAT DIED
THERE?
- I'M NOT GONNA DISCUSS THIS.
- THEY CAME HERE FOR
ABSOLUTION.
- I CAN'T HELP YOU.
GOOD-BYE.
- SHIT.
- [breathing heavily]
[birds squawking]
[breathing heavily]
[birds chirping]
- JAMES.
WHERE'S JAMES?
HE'S LEFT HIS PRECIOUS CAMERA.
YOU'RE FUCKING RUNNING CIRCLES
FOR HIM, AND HE'S LOVING EVERY
MINUTE OF IT.
- WHICH WAY DID HE GO?
WHICH WAY?
JAMES?
JAMES?
JAMES?
- I CAN'T BELIEVE WE'RE BACK
HERE.
COULD YOU JUST LE THAT NUTTER GO?
- LOOK, I'M WORRIED
ABOUT HIM, OKAY?
I'M WORRIED ABOU WHAT HE MIGHT DO.
- LOOK, CAN WE JUST GO, PLEASE?
I JUST NEED TO GET BACK
TO MY LITTLE BOY.
- IT'S YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND,
LYNNE.
- WE'RE WELL DONE.
AND YOU'RE WELCOME TO HIM.
- FUCK.
[breathing heavily]
JAMES?
[breathing heavily]
- [screaming]
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- [screaming]
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- [screaming]
- JIMMY?
- JAMES?
- OW, FUCK!
- WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, WHOA.
- I'VE JUST GONE OVER IN THA FUCKING POTHOLE.
- ALL RIGHT.
SHE'S TWISTED HER ANKLE.
WE NEED TO GO HOME NOW.
- SHE'S FINE; YOU'RE FINE.
- THIS IS IT; WE'RE STOPPING.
EMMA, WE NEED THE LIGHT!
EMMA, COME ON!
- [breathing heavily]
[screams]
- WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
IT'S US! IT'S US!
CALM DOWN!
WE'RE STOPPING.
NO, WE'RE STOPPING
THIS FUCKING WILD GOOSE CHASE.
COME ON.
EMMA, COME ON!
WE NEED THE FUCKING LIGHT.
- EMMA!
- [screaming]
- OH, THAT CAME FROM
THE CLIFFS!
JAMES!
- EMMA!
- SHIT!
- WHERE ARE YOU?
- SHIT.
JAMES!
- [screaming]
- JAMES!
[breathing heavily]
JAMES!
- [screaming]
- JAMES!
[breathing heavily]
OH, GOD!
IT'S FLOATING! IT'S FLOATING!
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S
FLOATING?
GIVE ME THE LIGHT.
[breathing heavily]
JAMES.
JAMES, STOP THIS.
JAMES.
[all screaming]
[breathing heavily]
- SHH.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE.
WHAT WAS IT?
- IT'S HIS COAT.
IT'S JUST HIS FUCKING COAT.
- WHERE'S JAMES?
- IT'S JUST HIS COAT.
- ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
- I THINK HE WENT OVER THE
FUCKING EDGE.
LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
- WHAT ABOUT JAMES?
- JUST GET BACK TO THE CAR.
- HAS HE GONE OVER?
- I DON'T KNOW.
IT WAS TOO DARK.
COME ON.
SHIT.
THEY ALL FUCKIN' LOOK THE SAME.
UH...
- WHAT IS IT?
- MIDDLE ONE. MIDDLE ONE.
- NO, TURN THAT NEXT ONE.
- IT'S THE NEXT ONE.
IT'S THE NEXT ONE.
- JUST TRY IT.
- BE QUIET. BE QUIET.
SHH. SHH.
- OH, MY GOD.
- OH, NO.
- WHAT?
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- OH, MY GOD.
- WHAT THE FUCK?
- OH.
OH, SHIT.
[girls whimpering]
COME ON. TURN AROUND.
WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT.
GO. RUN.
EMMA, FUCKING MOVE.
JIMMY!
- FUCK!
- GO!
[panting]
GO BACK TO THE CAR!
GET IN! GET IN!
TAKE THIS.
- OH, NO!
[all panting]
- WHAT JUST HAPPENED?
WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.
- WHAT ABOUT JAMES?
- LEAVE HIM.
- WE CAN'T LEAVE HIM.
- WELL, DID HE GO OVER THE
CLIFF?
AND WHAT DID YOU SEE EXACTLY?
- I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING.
- RIGHT.
WELL, THEN WE NEED TO LEAVE.
THERE'S A PHONE BOX.
- WHAT?
- THERE'S A PHONE BOX
JUST DOWN THE ROAD.
WE CAN USE IT TO GE HELP FOR JAMES.
LET'S JUST GO.
WE CAN CALL FOR HELP WHEN WE
FIND A SIGNAL.
- SCOTT.
- LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.
WE CAN CALL LATER FROM THE ROAD.
- NO.
- EMMA, WE'RE LEAVING.
- GOD.
- FUCK.
- WHAT'S--WHAT'S WRONG?
- IT'S DEAD.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S DEAD?
DID YOU LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON?
- I DON'T THINK SO.
- SHIT.
- OKAY, WELL...WELL, DOES
THE CLUTCH NEED TO BE IN FOR I TO START--
- NO, IT'S A FUCKING AUTOMATIC.
- WELL, WHY ISN'T IT STARTING?
OH, SHIT.
- OKAY, SCOTT, YOU NEED TO GO
AND CHECK THE ENGINE OR
SOMETHING.
- BUT WE CAN GO TO
THE PHONE BOX.
WE CAN CALL FOR HELP FROM THERE.
- NO, LOOK, IF SCOTT FIXES THE
CAR, THEN WE CAN DRIVE TO IT.
- YEAH, WELL, SCOTT'S NEVER
FIXED A CAR IN HIS LIFE.
- WE SHOULD AT LEAST TRY.
- SCOTT.
- ALL RIGHT.
WE GO TO THE PHONE BOX, OKAY?
GIVE ME THAT.
[breathing heavily]
- OH, FUCK.
THERE IT IS.
- [breathing heavily]
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- OKAY. OKAY. OKAY.
DON'T WORRY. DON'T WORRY.
DON'T WORRY.
I'M GONNA HAVE A LOOK.
JUST STAY HERE, OKAY?
JUST STAY HERE.
- OH, SHIT. HOLY SHIT. SCOTT.
SCOTT, BE CAREFUL.
- SHH.
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- OH, NO, NO, NO.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.
OH, SHIT.
OH, SHIT.
- OH, NO...IT'S BLOOD.
IT'S BLOOD.
- MAKE THE FUCKING PHONE CALL.
- I CAN'T. I CAN'T.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- IT'S SMASHED; SOMEONE SMASHED
THE FUCKING PHONE.
- [screaming]
- WHAT IS THAT?
- I DON'T KNOW.
- OH! OH, GOD!
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
- I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T KNOW.
RUN! RUN BACK TO THE CAR!
GO! GO! GO!
- [screams]
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
FASTER.
FASTER! RUN!
RUN! RUN!
- [screams]
- OH, FUCK!
FUCK! FUCK!
GET IN THE CAR!
GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!
- LOCK THE DOORS.
- IT'S NOT WORKING.
- OKAY, PRESS THE LOCKS DOWN.
PRESS THE LOCKS DOWN!
[all panting]
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
[all panting]
- WHAT DID THA TO THE PHONE BOX?
- I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW.
- DO YOU THINK THIS COULD BE
JAMES?
I MEAN...
- NO.
- REALLY?
- NO.
- THEN WHAT IS IT?
- THAT THING,
WHATEVER'S IN THIS PLACE.
- YOU CAN'T BELIEVE THAT.
- LAST NIGHT, IT WAS THERE
WITH US.
I KNOW YOU FELT IT.
- I FELT A LOAD
OF FUCKING DRUGS.
THAT'S WHAT I FELT.
- NO. NO.
THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE.
SCOTT.
IT'S TAKEN JAMES,
AND NOW IT WANTS US.
- OH, SCOTT,
YOU DON'T BELIEVE THAT?
- I THINK THERE MIGHT BE
SOMETHING OUT THERE.
- OH, JESUS CHRIST.
- THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE.
- WHAT?
WHAT?
- THE CAMERA'S RUNNING
OUT OF BATTERY.
- OH, JESUS CHRIST.
- FUCK.
- SCOTT, OKAY, WHY DON'T WE...
WE'LL TAKE THE CAMERA
AND RUN TO THE ROAD,
AND WE CAN FLAG DOWN A CAR,
AND THEY CAN HELP US.
- WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE
OF FUCKING NOWHERE.
- THEY COULD HELP US
FIX OUR CAR.
WE RUN TO THE ROAD WITH
THE LAST OF THE CAMERA LIGHT.
- WE WAIT IN THE CAR, OKAY?
WE WAIT TILL DAWN,
AND WE STICK TOGETHER.
IF WE STICK TOGETHER,
WE CAN GET THROUGH THIS.
- OH, JESUS CHRIST.
THIS IS SUCH A BAD IDEA, GUYS.
OH, FUCK.
- I'M TURNING OFF THE CAMERA.
- NO, SCOTT, PLEASE,
KEEP IT ON.
- WE HAVE TO SAVE THE BATTERY.
- OH, SHIT.
- DID YOU HEAR THAT?
- WHAT?
- [breathing heavily]
- JUST OUT THERE.
[all breathing heavily]
- I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING.
- SHH.
OH, SHIT!
THERE--IT'S THERE.
FUCK! FUCK!
SOMETHING WENT PAST.
- WHAT? WHERE?
- I WAS LOOKING EXACTLY WHERE
YOU WERE.
I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING.
- I SAW SOMETHING.
- YOU'RE JUMPING
AT FUCKING SHADOWS.
- NO, I SAW SOMETHING.
- WHAT TIME IS IT?
- ABOUT 1:00.
- SHE'S WASTING THE LIGHT.
- EMMA, TURN THE LIGHT OFF.
WE NEED THE BATTERY.
- I WANT TO KEEP IT ON.
JUST FOR A MINUTE.
- ONE MINUTE.
- WILL YOU COME INTO THE BACK?
- WE CAN WATCH ALL CORNERS OF
THE CAR IF I STAY HERE.
YOU JUST WOULDN'T LET THINGS GO.
- WHAT THINGS?
- JAMES.
THIS PLACE.
IF YOU THOUGHT THIS PLACE WAS
GENUINELY EVIL, THEN WHY DID YOU
BRING US HERE?
- [sighs]
LOOK, I'M SORRY.
I WAS TRYING TO HELP JAMES.
- YEAH, RIGHT.
- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?
- YOU SCREWED HIM UP, EMMA.
YOU STRUNG HIM ALONG FOR YEARS.
- FUCK YOU.
- NO, ACTUALLY, FUCK YOU, EMMA.
- DO YOU KNOW WHAT?
YOUR MINUTE'S UP.
GIVE ME THE CAMERA.
- NO!
HOW MUCH BATTERY IS LEFT?
- 15 MINUTES.
- [sighs]
- LOOK, IF HE DID DO
SOMETHING TO THE CAR,
HE DIDN'T HAVE MUCH TIME.
HE'S PROBABLY JUST TAKEN OFF THE
BATTERY LEADS.
WE SHOULD LOOK.
- DON'T GO OUT THERE, SCOTT.
STAY WITH ME.
- WHATEVER IT IS OUT THERE
HAS A KNIFE.
- TAKE THE WRENCH.
I MEAN, YOU CAN HANDLE JAMES.
AND YOU NEVER HAVE TO BE MORE
THAN A FEW FEET FROM THE DOOR.
- SCOTT, DON'T GO OUT THERE.
- DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.
- SCOTT, I LOVE YOU.
IF YOU GO OUT THERE...
- [sighs]
- I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE
ANYMORE.
- OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE, EMMA.
- LOOK, FROM WHERE I CAN SEE,
YOU GUYS ARE PRETTY MUCH OVER
ANYWAY.
- SHUT UP, LYNNE.
- CAN WE JUST FOCUS ON FIXING
THE CAR?
OKAY?
- SCOTT?
SCOTT?
- WHAT?
- AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY
ANYTHING?
SAY SOMETHING.
- I DON'T KNOW.
- DON'T KNOW WHAT?
- I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING.
- DON'T SAY THAT.
IT'S...IT'S JUST THIS PLACE.
- NO, IT'S NOT.
- PLEASE, SCOTT.
PLEASE, TELL ME WE'RE OKAY.
JUST TELL ME WE'RE OKAY.
- WHERE'S THE WRENCH?
I'M GONNA GET US OUT OF HERE.
- NO!
NO, SCOTT, PLEASE.
YOU NEED TO STAY IN THE CAR.
- IS IT BY YOUR FEET?
- NO? RIGHT.
THEN IT'S IN THE BOOT.
- SCOTT.
PLEASE, PLEASE, STAY IN THE CAR.
- OKAY, YOU'LL SIT BY THE
IGNITION, THEN, YEAH?
OKAY.
- NO.
- OPEN THE BONNET.
- NO, SCOTT, DON'T.
SCOTT!
- [breathing heavily]
THE BATTERY'S FINE.
THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH--
[screams]
- SCOTT?
SCOTT?
SCOTT!
SCOTT!
[whimpering]
SHUT THE DOOR!
- SCOTT!
SCOTT!
- SCOTT!
- SHUT THE DOOR!
SHUT THE DOOR!
[both crying]
- HE WASN'T FUCKING THERE
ANYMORE.
OH, JESUS.
- SCOTT!
SCOTT!
- SCOTT!
WHERE IS HE?
- I DON'T KNOW.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
WHERE--WHERE IS HE?
- HE WAS JUST GONE.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE?
- DISAPPEARED.
THE LIGHT WAS JUST LYING THERE
AND--
- SCOTT.
SCOTT!
SCOTT!
[crying]
[low growl]
[both screaming]
[car thumping]
- HE'S ON THE RO--ON THE ROOF!
HE'S ON THE ROOF!
[both whimpering]
- SHIT.
[screaming]
[panting]
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
[crying]
- SHH. SHH. SHH.
[car creaking]
[car thumping]
[both breathing heavily]
- WE SHOULDN'T HAVE COME BACK.
WE SHOULDN'T HAVE COME BACK--
- SHH, SHH! QUIET!
WE NEED TO THINK OF A WAY
OUT OF HERE.
I'M GONNA SWITCH OFF THE LIGHT.
- NO!
- WE NEED TO SAVE THE BAT--
[metal scraping and thunking]
- WHAT IS THAT?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
TURN OUT THE LIGHT.
- OH, NOW YOU CARE
ABOUT THE BATTERY.
- PLEASE.
PLEASE, JUST SIT QUIETLY.
WE'VE BEEN QUIET WITH THE LIGH OUT, AND IT HASN'T COME BACK.
- I CAN'T SIT AROUND WAITING.
- JUST TURN OU THE FUCKING LIGHT.
- WHATEVER IS OUT THERE,
IT KNOWS WHERE WE ARE.
- PLEASE, JUST TURN OU THE LIGHT.
- WE'RE SITTING DUCKS HERE.
- PLEASE.
- FINE.
GOD, I CAN'T SEE A FUCKING
THING.
- OH, PLEASE, PUT THE LIGH OUT.
- FUCKING REFLECTION.
I'M ROLLING THE WINDOW DOWN.
- NO, DON'T!
- FUCK!
- SIT QUIETLY, PLEASE.
- I'M GONNA PRY IT OPEN
WITH SOMETHING.
- LYNNE, FOR GOD'S SAKE.
LYNNE, PLEASE.
FOR FUCK'S SAKE, LYNNE.
- SHUT UP.
- PLEASE STOP!
JUST STOP!
- OKAY, FINE.
[sighs]
3:00.
- YOU MADE SCOTT GO OUT THERE.
- I DIDN'T MAKE HIM.
- YOU DID.
YOU MANIPULATED HIM.
- WE ALL WANTED TO GET OUT OF
HERE.
- NO.
NO, HE DIDN'T WANT TO GO.
- YEAH, WELL, HE NEEDED TO.
- YOU JUST SENT HIM OUT THERE.
- [sighs]
OKAY, IF YOU FUCKING INSIST.
BUT I ALSO WENT TO HELP HIM,
AND YOU STAYED IN HERE.
- YOU JUST WANTED THE CAMERA.
- [chuckles]
SOMEONE ELSE IS ALWAYS TO BLAME.
- WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?
- I MEAN THAT MAYBE IT'S NOT ME
OR SOME MEDIEVAL MONK FUCKING UP
YOUR LIFE.
MAYBE YOU'RE DOING A BLOODY GOOD
JOB OF THAT YOURSELF.
[sighs]
- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- I'M GONNA SEE WHA WAS UP THERE.
- NO! NO, DON'T.
- LOOK, I'M NOT JUST GOING TO
FUCKING SIT HERE.
- NO, LYNNE, PLEASE DON'T.
- FUCKING REFLECTION!
- STAY INSIDE!
LOOK, I'M SORRY.
NO, DON'T!
PLEASE!
[metal creaking]
[panting]
[metal creaking]
[both screaming]
- [screaming]
[crying]
[panting]
[screaming]
[crying]
[wheezing]
[continues wheezing]
[crying]
[wheezing continues]
[inhaler whooshing]
[panting]
[inhaler whooshing]
[panting]
FUCK, FUCK.
OH, SHIT.
OH, SHIT.
OH, FUCK ME.
COME ON. COME ON.
OH, MY GOD.
OKAY.
[engine grinding]
OH, SHIT.
[engine grinding]
OH, FUCK.
[engine turns over]
OH, SHIT!
YES!
YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES!
[screaming]
[screaming]
[panting]
- HEY, ROMEO
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY ME
ONE I KNOW?
HE CALLS BACK
HEY, JULIET
YOU WANT TO TAKE OFF
ON THE ROAD?
AND SHINE THE HEADLIGHT
ON THE HORIZON
[thumping]
[crashing]
AND SHINE THE HEADLIGHT
ON THE HORIZON
THAT WILL TAKE YOU HOME
THAT STAR ON THE RISE
HEY, ROMEO
WHY DON'T YOU PLAY
THAT ONE YOU WROTE?
HE CALLS BACK
HEY, JULIET
YOU WANT TO TAKE OFF
ON THE RO--
[music stops]
[tree limb creaking]
[foot thunking]
[tree limb creaking]
[leaves rustling]
[distant scream]
[distant scream]
[leaves rustling]